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As soon as she'd been told [i]oh, it'll be easy, they're super well-behaved and they won't give you any trouble,[/i] Reed knew she was in for a lot of crap. Jazz and Gabby, respectively the Lucario and Goodra belonging to her closest friend, were a pair of troublemakers if she'd ever known one. The trick was that individually, they were well-behaved Pokemon. But Jazz was like a small, docile flame, and Gabby was gasoline; they were a wild combination. It meant they were incredibly effective as a fighting duo, but it meant even more that their babysitters were in for a hair-pulling experience.

Most were, at least. Reed actually welcomed the challenge, her being a pretty young redhead with a coy smile, a thin nose, freckled boobs and a desire to become a Pokemon trainer herself. Watching over Jazz and Gabby was her way of getting in some time behind the proverbial wheel.

Sitting back on the sofa and watching a television show (a highlight reel of last year's International Pokemon Tournament), Reed felt at ease. Jazz, warm and quiet, lay across her lap like a cuddly pet. Gabby sat in the floor nearby, her back against the couch, her natural goop soaking odorlessly and colorlessly into the carpet. [i]Don't worry about Gabby's... messes, it just kinda evaporates,[/i] her friend had said. [i]I gave up on cleaning up after her, it'll drive you nuts.[/i]

While a commercial played which effused the wonders of [i]Silph Co.'s[/i] advanced Pokemon repellent (now in a hypoallergenic formula with a refreshing wildflower scent), Reed caressed Jazz's hip and down his outer leg. Her touch was benign, as it had been all throughout the broadcast, but it was having a cumulative effect on the jackal-like Pokemon. In the baggy blue shorts he wore, something was getting very stiff.

Gabby, content to watch the broadcast and not annoy Reed endlessly by putting goo in her hair, caught a whiff of a familiar scent and started to smile. She looked into Jazz's eyes, and her grin became almost monstrous, growing wider and wider as the Lucario looked back at her pleadingly.

[i]Please, not with her. Not this time. Can you please not?[/i] Jazz's eyes begged.

[i]Nope, it's happening![/i] Gabby's expression said. [i]You're not wiggling out of this![/i]

The first the girl saw of any of this inter-Pokemon mischief was the Goodra standing up. She stretched benignly, as slime rolled down her chubby body, and she smiled at Reed, prompting the girl to smile back.

"You getting hungry? J.J. said there's some food you guys like in the pantry, if you want me to--?"

Reed got no further than that. Suddenly and powerfully, Gabby grabbed the Lucario's shorts and yanked on them, causing the jackal to shriek and Reed to blink and clutch his shoulder possessively.

"What are you [i]doing?"[/i] the ginger blurted, looking at Gabby first and foremost, but then at Jazz's exposed erection. The Lucario tried to cover it up and hide it, but Reed had already been scandalized by the sight of his red rocket. Instead of scolding him, however, she looked at Gabby with stern eyes but blushing cheeks. "What the heck are you doing, Gabby?" she reiterated, firmly. "That wasn't very nice. Give those back!"

The gooey dragon stared at Reed's outstretched hand, thinking of putting a wad of slime in them instead of the shorts. A smile laced with mischief spread across her pretty, purple face, and she dropped the shorts a few feet from the couch. Ignoring the scolding she continued to receive, she sauntered into the bedroom and left the trainer rapidly losing countenance, and eventually red-faced and embarrassed.

"Ugh, I'm sorry, Jazz," she grunted, easing the Lucario out of her lap. She reached for his shorts, just caught them by the waistband, pulled them near. "I dunno what her problem is..."

Even though he'd gotten a hard-on in her lap, Reed still saw Jazz as the innocent, sweet one. It came as a nasty shock when he grabbed her breast. The touch was gentle, easily mistaken for an accidental rub, but when she met his eyes in the hopes an awkward smile would stop him, she found that he didn't let up. His erection, now uncovered by his little paws, stood proudly and dribbled precum on the carpeting.

"Oh... oh, huh," the pretty redhead murmured. "Hm... here, Jazz, ummm." She tried to cover him with his shorts, just laying them across his pelvis like a loincloth. "Put these on. Please?"

Jazz took hold of the shorts, and a look of trepidation on his face suggested that he was about to slip them on. The impulse was ignored when he tossed them away in a wad and pushed his snout into Reed's face for an awkward jowls-on-lips smooch.

A squeak of surprise escaped Reed, and a blush appeared alongside her freckles. "Jh--, Jazz, no," she huffed, pushing him back firmly by his biceps. [i]"No,[/i] hon. That's weird."

Forgotten but not counted out, Gabby returned with a kind of object in her slimy grasp which Reed was (though she hated to admit it) very familiar with. It was a dildo; a quite long, realistic and ebony one in the shape of an uncircumcised cock. Fat balls made up its base, and a jockstrap-like apparatus was threaded through its silicone.

The mere sight of the strap-on made Reed blanch. "What the [i]fuck,"[/i] she grunted. "Gabby, what even?"

Gabby just smiled, rocking on her little heels. She looked at Jazz and tilted her head, and the Lucario nodded to some query Reed couldn't comprehend. He dropped to his all-fours, tail raised and bottom offered. The Goodra offered the toy to Reed then, holding it in outstretched palms like a golden chalice. She presented it along with a smile.

Years of being teased for her freckles had taught Reed how to tell when somebody wasn't going to let up. She could see that malicious gleam in Gabby's eye now. She didn't yet take the toy, but she did sigh and disrobe, and this was patently exciting to the two Pokemon whom watched eagerly with swishing tails.

When Reed was nude, with her small boobs out and her neatly-shaved pussy hidden between pursed thighs, she took the dildo from the Goodra, but held it gingerly by its strap. Watching it dangle, she muttered, "Is this thing clean?"

The Goodra only smiled, covering the expression a moment after it appeared. Jazz looked over his shoulder with an expectant whine.

"Oh, fine, all [i]right,"[/i] Reed sighed, and she started to strap herself in, doing so with the awkward care of one completely unfamiliar with strap-on toys. "Is--, is this how it goes?"

Gabby bumped her nose into Reed's cheek and smiled at her reassuringly, but there was a glint of obvious lust in her eyes. She grabbed the silicone phallus, excreting her natural lubrication onto it. Her stroking caused wet, lurid noises as the slime oozed and sluiced through her fingers like congealing gelatin.

"This is wei-i-ird," the girl chuckled, but she looked down at Jazz's offered, naked bottom. She chewed her bottom lip, putting white marks on it. Her concentration was broken when Gabby smooched her cheek and caught her eyes.

Reed blinked and recoiled, then nodded in understanding. She sighed, scooted closer to Jazz, and bumped her unfamiliar new appendage on his rear. The Lucario squeaked and pushed back, and the tip of the toy disappeared into the crack of his ass, his black fur matching the hue of the object.

Smiling like an imp, the Goodra grasped the slick toy and guided it since Reed wouldn't. She notched the blunt, fat tip against Jazz's puckered anus, then flicked her eyes up to Reed's expectantly. Her tail swished, slinging a little goo across the carpet.

"Uh, here goes, I guess," muttered Reed. She licked the painful marks she'd left on her lip as she pushed forward, finding that with Gabby guiding the cock and Jazz easing himself back, the penetration came easily. The toy put strange pressure on her pubic mound, not really pleasure, but not discomfort either. She unconsciously bit into her lip again and grasped the Lucario's narrow hips, allowing her fingers to dent his fur and flesh.

Although Reed tried to be slow and careful, tempered by knowledge of how painful anal sex was and the fact that she loved the Lucario, Jazz was having none of her pussyfooting. He bucked his bottom back, and hard. The pink ring of his anus gulped down the toy almost to its fake balls, and the only thing preventing a completely flush meeting of silicone and fur was the curvature of his cheeks; they simply didn't compress enough for the toy's balls to kiss up into his.

Jazz crooned in bliss, his tail swaying and swishing, his red rocket oozing its mess onto the carpet. His pre stains would be lost in the perpetual sliming Gabby gave the floors.

"You [i]like[/i] that, huh?" Reed asked, trying to sound confident, succeeding in some small way. She was beginning to see what it was men liked so much about taking their lovers from behind. It also occurred to her that Jazz was clearly [i]not[/i] a virgin, and that it was more than likely that J.J. made a habit of fucking him. For a moment, the idea was revolting and creepy... and then she looked at his panting face, seen from a near-profile angle. The blush on his cheeks and the need in his eyes said that being fucked was anything but a chore for Jazz. The consent implicit in that expression took away her squeamishness.

Reed had barely begun to pull it back when Gabby slipped around behind her. The Goodra's enormous bulk spooned up to hers, and from the start, Reed loved the sensation of the warm, oozing slime running down her back. Gabby went a step further, wrapping her inarticulate but eager mitts around the girl's small breasts. Reed moaned and pushed back into Gabby, pulling the toy back in the same movement. Gabby, smiling broadly and getting wet in a way distinct from her slime, bucked herself and the human forward. The silicone phallus plunged deep into Jazz, and the submissive little jackal shrieked in pleasure.

"Ooh, gosh," the redhead puffed, digging her fingers in tighter, making sharp dimples in Jazz's body. He was lucky she kept her nails short. "Keep touching me-e-e," she gasped, rolling her hips but pushing her back against Gabby. The Goodra held her up with ease, palming her small tits before going downward, stroking her belly, covering her freckled flesh with a spotty layer of slime. It was warm, fresh from her glands, and it made Reed feel enveloped and loved.

Gabby controlled the pace of the fuck; Reed was just a proxy for that. She held the human closely by her belly, her breasts, her hips, and she pushed her with her own weight, forcing the girl to fuck the Lucario. Jazz's blissful noises cut through the air, drowning out the energetic battle commentary on the TV, which presently showed a Steelix trying and failing to coil a swift Blaziken with its body. The Lucario reached underneath himself and pawed at his modest cock, jerking it clumsily in chubby fingers.

Like Gabby, Reed was wet. Any and all taboos she'd been concerned about were dissipating into the pleasure. She rocked back against Gabby, gasped when the slimy dragon bucked her forward, and ultimately crooned when Gabby took hold of her breasts. She put a shaky hand over the Goodra's mitt, squeezing it. "Oh, fff--, fuck," she bleated, cheeks nearly glowing. Her short, boyish hair bobbed and tangled with the sharp motions of the Goodra's pelvis. "Can you--, uh, can you kiss me?"

Kissing was something Gabby could do. Kissing was her master's second-favorite thing, in fact. She moved her head around Reed with her long, slippery neck and pushed her cute snout into the human's face. Reed's lips brushed the smooth lines of Gabby's mouth and their tongues met immediately, slathering and wrestling in one mouth, then the other, and rarely in the open space between their spittle-caked lips.

As much of a relentless tease as she could be, Gabby wasn't inclined to deny Jazz his ass fucking when he plainly needed it most. She who had never been denied the master's cock when she was in heat couldn't imagine keeping her Lucario companion from getting his nuts busted. So she kept ramming Reed into the small male, keeping her grasp tight on the human, transferring as much of her kinetic energy through Reed as was possible. And still she kept up the kiss, in fact getting more into it than she'd ever expected; certainly not bad for something she was doing just to placate the temporary master.

Jazz was oblivious to the lesbian antics. He was thrilled by the hard, fake cock in his ass, and that was as far as his sphere of interest extended. He masturbated rapidly, switching quickly from one clumsy paw to the other, hoping its twin would be more competent but finding himself disappointed each time. If he could have only gotten the girl to reach around him! Or if he could have laid back and shown the Goodra his erection; she would have fixed his problem for him. She did so with her usual teasing theatrics, using her tongue and her hands, covering him in her slime, but she always finished him.

Slowly, as if peeling their mouths and tongues apart required surgical precision, Gabby and Reed broke off their kiss. Both were panting and blushing, fucking Jazz but focused largely on one another. Their pussies were hopelessly soaked, and Reed's freckled, pretty body gleamed with a translucent coating of slime.

"This is--, uhn," Reed muttered, pausing to squeak when Gabby tweaked her pert nipples. "Oh, fu-u-uck, I've never felt like this... I can't believe a kiss could get me this worked up...!"

Gabby couldn't believe it either. She hugged Reed tightly, not molesting her but just hunkering down for the grand finale. With her fast grip on the human, she bucked again and again with a final burst of energy, intent on plowing little Jazz into oblivion. Already, the pink pucker of his asshole had become swollen and mildly red. The slime was still working as a remarkably effective lubricant, but the simple act of being fucked had left his anus throbbing. It was a pleasurable pain which he always took well.

Reed closed her eyes, blushing and murmuring sweet, vaguely incoherent nothings to Gabby as the Goodra made use of her. She thought just briefly, [i]why am I even involved here?[/i] But she wouldn't have wanted it any other way. She rubbed the dragon's arms, whimpering for her, but she had nothing on Jazz, who was noisy and needful.

Suddenly Jazz clenched like a vise. His rectal muscles gulped and seized, halting the toy so that the next few clumsy bucks rammed his body forward and left him momentarily disoriented. His cock was trembling in his awkward grip and he slammed both paws into the carpet, unable to keep up his ineffective strokes. His knotted penis throbbed, then throbbed again, and slung a wad of precum across the carpeting... and then, as his bottom seized once more, he shot a relatively large load, leaving a crazy series of stripes as his free-hanging cock twitched and pulsed while it shot.

Gabby leaned heavily on Reed, easing up with her squeeze but keeping her hands on the pretty ginger's breasts. She nuzzled her neck and was pleased when she got a smooch on the nose.

"That was... that was something, all right," Reed murmured, still at the peak of her arousal. She patted Jazz's hips and gently asked, "Good for you, hon?"

The Lucario had no answer but to pull away, easing the fake cock out of his swollen donut of an asshole before flopping onto his side, and then his back, wallowing in the cum he'd ruined the rug with. His cock hung tiredly above his loins, drooling the dregs of an orgasm down itself.

Gabby eased off of Reed with a similar amount of care and sat heavily against the sofa, sweating as well as oozing copious amounts of slime from her glands. She looked at the redhead with a contrite, small smile.

After she took off the strap-on and set it aside, Reed took a look at the Goodra. She found herself loving the slimy dragon's chubby, thick body, and couldn't help but ogle the split of her pussylips. Chuckling playfully, she laid back beside Jazz and murmured to the Goodra, "Wanna come over here? Jazz might be done, bu-u-ut you and me, we've still got somethin' to take care of."

The Goodra was tired, but she couldn't say no to that. As she sat down on Reed's blushing face and bent her big body to put her lips near the human's own delicate muff, she found herself thinking this whole girl-on-girl thing was something her master might like to watch...