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File Name: Dazzling Duet

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File Type: Story:Adult:M/F/F:Human x Primarina x Dragonair

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Details: Playful Pair's Plentifully Paradisiacal Prancing

Keith stirred awake slowly, a single eye opening. It was a few moments before he processed what he was looking at, and then leapt back in surprise, giving a startled yelp.

Tammy perked an ear upwards at him, and gave a little chittering giggle, pressing a paw after him and booping his nose. “Vul."

“I keep telling you not to do that," Keith huffed, pursing his lips at her.

“Vul," Tammy responded airily.

“Nine," Aleda added, pushing the vulpix over with a firm press of her much larger paw.

“Vul!" Tammy complained, little paws flailing up towards the larger ninetales ineffectually. Aleda just nudged past the waving limbs and delivered a series of brutally accurate licks right to the vulpix's face as punishment, a single paw holding her still.

“I'm up," Keith sighed, groaning faintly and rolling onto his side, reaching for his tablet. A quick touch at the button on the side told him it was early morning, and the faintest amount of sun was peeking around the heavy drapes over the windows.

The hotel they were staying in was a small place with only five rooms, just off of Azelea, hidden amongst the trees. It had been their home for the last solid week while Keith waited for Kurt to complete the pokeball Aleda wanted.

Keith eyed Tammy sideways as he started to pick up his clothes where he had hung them on various bits of furniture and put them into his backpack, readying to check out of the hotel, finally. The little vixen was still on her back, pawing up at one of Aleda's tails, batting it back and forth while the ninetales idly swayed it to and fro for her amusement.

He hadn't 'spoken' to her about what had been happening at the shoot, where she had seen him quite visibly fucking a pokemon. He couldn't read the little vulpix. He didn't know if she was ambivalent, if she was disgusted, if she cared at all, or even if she knew what had been happening. So many questions came to his mind that he had no way to broach with the little fox. Was she sexually aware? Was she old enough for that? For all he knew, she could be a mother of literally dozens or a two-month old virgin.

And thus there was an awkward silence between them where Keith didn't say anything about anything sexual and the vulpix continued to play with Aleda's tails and in general just frolick as a pokemon does. Keith had a ball for her now, so he could always put her in it if it came down to needing to do a shoot…

In a few minutes, Keith was ready to go, and he tidied up a little bit around the hotel room so that whoever came to clean the room didn't think he was a complete slob, and then beckoned both of the pokemon to follow.

---

Early-morning Azalea was just as sleepy as Keith expected. Barely anyone was up and about. An old couple here watering their garden, a lost-looking trainer holding open a pokedex with a screen that had a slowpoke on it, a marching lillipup that must have come from the forest chasing a butterfree that was always just a little bit too nimble to be caught.

Keith was worried that he was a bit too early for Kurt, but the door opened readily and admitted all three of them entrance.

Kurt was sitting in the middle of the floor on a cushion, legs crossed, a small tray in a vice in front of him, with various paints on it. He had a small brush in his hands, and was detailing a pokeball, carefully painting it with the utmost attention, using a brush no larger than the eye of a needle.

Keith stared down at Aleda and Tammy significantly, and held his finger to his lips, giving them a long stare to make sure they got the message.

The two foxes gave twin nods, and then Keith quietly placed his bag down. He couldn't see a chair to sit in to wait, and so he crept a little closer and sat on the floor.

Kurt didn't even look up, just kept working.

“Almost done," he stated calmly after a few minutes, washing his brush and setting it on a paper towel to dry, picking up a new brush and dipping it in black paint. He was quick and precise with his movements, with an ease that only came from decades of practise.

Keith took a chance and inched a little bit closer on his hands and knees, before sitting back on his haunches to watch. Kurt was detailing a golden pokeball with a ninetales motif, with the ninetales in a pose as though about to loose a fireblast during a fight. Its mouth was open directly around the button that would open the ball, so that when the pokemon was released it would look like the ninetales on the ball was firing the red light from its mouth. The tails of the fox curled around the ball, right around to the back of it, and were surprisingly well done. It almost looked like it would feel like fur if Keith was to touch it. Kurt was working on the very tip of the last tail, finishing up the details.

Oddly enough, the pokeball had a very grainy texture, like cement or carbon fiber.

Kurt finished the last tail with a flourish, and then picked up a new brush, dipping it in some mystery blue liquid and then finely detailing out the lines of where the pokeball would open. After this, he scraped off the excess with a cotton ball, and then dropped the pokeball into a bucket beside him that was filled with a liquid that looked almost irridescent. He picked up some kind of special tool that was specifically designed to fit a pokeball, dipped it in the liquid, picked up the pokeball and then placed it in a special vice. He then picked up an old traditional fan and began to fan the pokeball to dry it out. A few dabs of a cotton ball and a smoothing touch of a brush kept the lacquer he had just applied from drying unevenly or dripping. As the lacquer hardened, the pokeball became smooth and shiny. And then, it was done.

“One pokeball," Kurt said, picking it up gingerly and holding it out for Keith to inspect.

Keith shrugged. “I think it looks nice, but I'm not the one who owns it," Keith said, tone slightly chagrined.

Aleda stepped past him, inspecting the pokeball carefully, red eyes narrowed intently. “Nine!" she decided nodding enthusiastically.

Kurt rose to his feet and moved over towards the counter, producing the final documents and his teller machine. “That last half of the payment, please."

Keith sighed inwardly, but followed after the old man, swiping his card through the teller and looking on a little bit sickened at how much it cost.

---

“I hope you're pleased with it," Keith said, shooting Aleda a sideways stare, lips pursed. “That was like two shoots worth of money you're holding in your mouth."

Aleda beamed at him around her mouthful of golden pokeball. She hadn't relinquished her hold on it since they had left Azalea that morning.

Keith could see a familiar sign ahead, and veered off the path towards the hotel they had stayed at on the way to Azalea town. The smell of cooking food was noticeable as he approached the main building. A small cauldron sat in the middle of the room upon glowing embers, merrily boiling and bubbling with a roiling collection of noodles visible within. Next to it was a hot plate with some kind of meat cooking, and the old man who owned the hotel was testing each stripe of meat with a spatula to see if they were done, milky-white eyes staring off into the distance.

“Ah, you're back," he said, looking in Keith's general direction.

Keith was taken aback by that, not quite sure how the old man knew it was him. “Uh, yeah," Keith responded lamely, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a small sheaf of notes. “Had to pay you for the room for the other day."

“Ah yes," the old man responded with a smile, picking up his cane and moving around the cauldron towards the front counter. He fumbled blindly for the notes, and Keith pressed them into his palm, turning to leave.

The old man's hand hooked around his wrist surprisingly powerfully, and he shook his head, tutting. “Not so fast youngster, youth these days are always trying to pull a fast one."

“It's all there!" Keith said heatedly, feeling warmth rising in his cheeks. “I'm not a thief."

“There is more duplicity in the world than thievery," quipped the old man, relinquishing Keith's wrist and feeling the notes in his palm, his brows furrowing suspiciously. He hefted the weight, and then started to peel off notes, counting aloud. “Two hundred, four hundred, six hundred, eight hundred, a thousand…" he paused then, giving Keith a long stare that somehow fixed him entirely even though Keith was certain the old man was blind.

“One thousand and two hundred, four, six, eight… two thousand," the old man finished, holding up the notes accusingly. “Trying to pull a fast one on me."

Keith felt his face reddening. “W-well, I figured since you let us stay without promise of payment or anything then you deserved the extra."

“And yet you didn't tell me you were trying to give me extra," the old man said, leaning on his cane and giving him a disappointed look.

“Because I thought you might try some weird pseudo-wise crap and make a big deal out of it, okay?" Keith responded heatedly, turning to leave again.

“Your pokemon, the ninetales," the old man started, and Keith sighed but halted.

“Yes?" he asked.

“You got her a ball, didn't you?" the old man asked with a knowing smile.

Keith frowned slightly, “Not so blind, huh?"

“I haven't seen a face in six years," he responded with a wise smile. “Your pokemon's breathing sounds irregular, like she's got something in her mouth. And you have been gone a week, exactly how long it takes Kurt to make a custom pokeball. Not to mention that your pokemon smelled like all the berry trees she dragged herself through to get the right acorn. It does not take a great deal of wisdom to make that educated guess."

“Okay, fine, you got me, I got her a really expensive pokeball," Keith admitted. “Is this some round-about way of you proving that you're wise?"

“Yes," came the prompt response, before the old man fixed his piercing gaze on Aleda, staring at her. “You should be a better pokemon," he stated, pointing a wizened finger at her accusingly. “No pokemon of your kind would ever be that interested in a pokeball. Stop hamming it up so much."

Aleda's ears splayed back, and her head lowered slightly, and she gave a single muffled 'n-nine' in response.

“And you," the old man said, smiling as Tammy poked her head up over the counter. “You're good," he decided, petting her headcurls.

Tammy beamed.

“Now young man, come here and take your money back," the old man said, holding out some notes.

Keith frowned, but did as asked, taking back the handful of bills. He paused then, staring down at the notes, and was about to turn around without saying anything, but something about it rubbed him the wrong way. “You only gave me back four hundred."

The old man gave a wizened smile. “Indeed I did, young man. Two hundred for the coins your ninetales took, and four hundred for the towel."

Keith was perplexed. There hadn't even been a towel in the shack they had stayed in, and he was almost ready to chalk it up to the old man being obtuse, when the old man picked up a large pair of tongs, the kind used in a blacksmith's shop, and reached into the cauldron that held his dinner. A smooth white egg with mottled green spots was extracted, and then transferred to a towel. “The guardian spirit accepted your donation, and came with a gift… or a task, depending on how you view it," he said, holding out the towel.

Keith was mystified, but carefully took the egg, staring down at it and then back up at the old man. “Omelette?" he asked blankly.

The old man cackled at that, and then prodded his chest with a bony finger. “Trust you respect the Old One's wishes, young man. She is far more ancient than you or I and her gifts, or tasks, are not lightly ignored."

“I uhm… well thanks," Keith said, putting down his backpack and slipping the egg securely into the top of it.

“I suggest you read up on the forest spirit when you get the chance," the old man said, turning back to his noodles, stirring them vigorously.

Aleda stepped over to him, and demurely offered him the golden pokeball, dropping it into his hands. Keith pet her headfluff gently and then slipped the ball into his pocket. He was mystified by her actions, fawning over a pokeball and playing it up so much. But that was a puzzle he would have to solve another time. He scritched behind her ears once, and then picked up his bag, hefting it to make sure it wasn't going to squeeze on the egg too much. Once he was satisfied the egg was secure, he placed his notes back on the counter, and picked up a stack of coins with '400 pokè' written on it.

A wheezing laugh came from the old man, even though his back was turned. “Journey safe, Keith."

Keith unspooled the wire from the centre of the coins, and dropped them into the fountain on the way past without barely even breaking stride. Tammy caught one of the coins in passing, clasping it in her little mouth. Aleda gave her a frown, but she just beamed up at the ninetales innocently with the coin in her mouth and Aleda relented.

Keith noticed movement out of the corner of his eye, a half-second too late, and immediately sidestepped, the weight of his backpack throwing his balance off. His ankle twisted slightly and he went down with a cry of pain, sprawling clumsily on his side.

“O-oh Arceus, I'm sorry!"

A sideways head with a pretty face and long, flowing black hair peered down at him with some concern, and Keith awkwardly tried to roll onto his front. After a few seconds of wiggling madly, he released the backpack entirely and slipped out of the straps, huffing and rolling to his knees.

“Let me help you up," the girl said, hooking hands around one of his armpits and yanking him to his feet with surprising strength.

Keith brushed himself off, giving a little laugh. “Oh, it was nothing, my fault, really."

“No, I was off in my own world!" the girl responded, shaking her head earnestly.

“Cario?" came a query from the doorway of the hut the girl had emerged from.

“Nine!" Aleda responded to the lucario who was peeking around the doorway.

“Vul!" Tammy chimed in around her mouthful of coin.

The girl was quite pretty, with a purple butterfly clasp keeping her hair away from one side of her face. The other half of her hair was left to hang down, almost covering one blue eye. She was wearing a simple white blouse and a white skirt with blue edgings that complimented her hair and eyes. She was lithely built, and had on a pair of hiking boots that clashed horribly with her chosen outfit. And she was staring at Keith like she knew him.

“I'm Alice!" she said, holding out a hand to Keith. “Terribly sorry for bumping in to you like that!"

Keith gave her a long stare, quite certain he'd never met her before, but took her hand and shook it awkwardly. “Keith. And it's fine, I forgive you, no harm, no foul."

Alice's eyes positively lit up when he said his name, and she bit her bottom lip as though to stifle a giggle. “Ohhh, that's a pretty name!" she almost cooed.

Keith felt as though she was trying to cover her own nervousness.

As he racked his mind trying to figure out where she could know him from, he picked up his pack again and hefted it once more, adjusting the straps to get them comfortable. “Well, it was nice meeting you," he said, giving her a nod as he started back down the path.

“Keith, wait!" Alice called in a rush, shifting her weight anxiously from one foot to the other.

She looked left and right, and then licked her lips nervously, giving him a breathless smile. “You wouldn't happen to be travelling to Aza-" Keith was already shaking his head, and Alice quickly changed her word, “-I mean Goldenrod?"

“Uh… yeah," Keith said lamely, thoroughly perplexed by her behavior. “Why do you ask?"

“I was heading that way too!" Alice said quickly, beaming. “Maybe we could… travel together?"

“It's a free road…" Keith said noncommittally.

Alice clapped her hands together and beamed again. “Lucia! Bring the bag!"

“Cario!" came the response from within the shack. After a few moments, a lucario opened the door and stepped outside, hefting a heavy-looking pack in her arms. She was quite short, her head only coming to Keith's chest, but she hefted the bag like it weighed nothing.

“We're ready to go!" Alice said with a smile, bouncing on the balls of her feet.

Keith gave her a dubious stare, still confused. “Did I.. go to school with you?"

“Nope!" Alice said with a sweet smile, making a motion with a hand. “Shall we go?"

“Uhhh, sure," Keith said uncertainly, turning back towards the path. Alice immediately stepped into place beside him, and then Lucia the lucario stepped in beside her. Aleda wrinkled her nose and moved to Keith's other side, giving an audible huff.

It was several silent minutes of walking before either of them spoke, and Keith was slightly jealous of how easy Alice was walking. She didn't have a pack, a bag, or anything. She was just wearing a skirt and a blouse and some heavy boots and just walking, with Lucia plodding along behind her carrying the bags. Keith cast Aleda an almost wistful look, imagining the ninetales carrying the heavy bag.

Aleda clocked his look, and glowered up at him, red eyes narrowing, giving him a stare that said louder than words could: 'Just try it."

“Sooooo, Keith, what do you do for a living?" Alice asked.

Keith was jolted out of his wistful fantasies and his mind started racing a mile a minute. He fucked pokemon for a dayjob. That was definitely not an acceptable answer. And then it hit him. Where could Alice have seen him other than in pokemon porn?!

Swallowing thickly, Keith gave a nervous little laugh. “I-I'm kind of an… well, not a really big star or anything, just a, uh, actor for a movie studio," he responded, deciding a half-truth was the best way to play it.

Alice gave him a sideways stare as she lightly walked beside him, a slight smile appearing on her face. “Oh? That sounds interesting! What do you specialise in?"

Keith pursed his lips, becoming very interested in something on the side of the path. It was a few moments after they passed the bush he was staring at that he answered. “I'm uh, a pokemon 'specialist'. I specialize in working with pokemon on film for the most part."

Alice stared at him suspiciously, and then pursed her lips as well, looking slightly nervous, before suddenly asking in a rush, “Was an absol your first co-star?"

Steps slowing slightly, Keith gave a nervous laugh. “U-uh… yeah. Back in my home country."

“I KNEW IT!" Alice declared, stopping and pointing at him accusingly with such suddenness that Lucia almost dropped the bag, giving an annoyed 'Lu!'

Keith stopped in his tracks, staring at the ground a few feet in front of his shoes, feeling his face burning.

In a flash, Alice was rummaging in her bag, coming up with a DVD case and a pen. She turned back towards him, and pressed it into his front eagerly.

Keith stared down at the dvd, not helping his facial flush at all. There was a full-spread picture of Amber on the front, with the absol laid out on her side, blue pussy completely visible and presented, looking back over her shoulder with a smouldering stare.

“U-uh yeah… that was me," Keith said, voice rather strangled.

“Sign it!" Alice almost hissed, poking him in the chest with it.

Keith looked up at her, unable to help but stare. “Sign…?"

“Autograph!" Alice said, bumping his chest with it again. “Please!"

Blinking once, Keith took the dvd with a slightly-shaking hand, and scrawled his signature over the front of it awkwardly. “I… don't really know what to say."

“I loved that scene with Amber!" Alice squeed, bouncing in place. “Did you come up with the hidden-camera idea? That was hot!"

Keith gave a strained smile, casting his gaze up and down the path, almost afraid someone would happen along close enough to hear what she was saying. “Uh no. Actually. I didn't even know it was being recorded until the next day."

Alice clapped a hand over her mouth, gasping. “That is… hot!"

Keith resisted the urge to stare at her.

“You have to let me buy you dinner!" Alice said, bouncing earnestly, taking back the dvd case from him and holding it to her chest happily.

“Dinner?" Keith asked, feeling completely railroaded at this point. “I…"

“Yes, dinner! I have so many questions!" Alice responded with an earnest nod.

Lucia kicked her in the back of the leg rather pointedly.

“Ow!" Alice huffed, holding her weight off that leg and then inhaling slowly, calming herself. “I mean… Keith. Will you please go to dinner with me?"

Keith gave her another long stare, before shrugging awkwardly. “I… guess? I mean, as long as Aleda and Tammy can come, and get food as well."

“Aleda…" Alice said, her previous exuberance starting to come to the surface again as she recognized the name.

Lucia kicked her again.

Limping slightly in place, Alice held the back of her leg and then sighed, pressing down her excitement. “Yes, yes, they can come."

“This isn't... “ Keith fumbled around for the right words. “This isn't a sex thing, is it?"

Alice gave him an appraising look, opened her mouth to respond, and took a single step forwards so that the next kick from Lucia missed entirely. “Do you want it to be?"

Keith was completely taken aback by the answer, and just stared at her awkwardly. “I… uh… you're cute as hell and all but…"

“But we literally just met!" Alice finished for him, giggling. “It would be totally weird to just hook up like that! Are you only interested in…" she paused then, pursing her lips and calming herself once more. “I'm sorry, I've just… I've been a fan of Violet Enterprises forever and I can't believe I've stumbled into one of the actors! Literally! I have so many questions I've wanted to ask for so long and I feel like I'm really starting to scare you off!"

“You are," Keith said, deadpan.

Alice cringed, before she sighed and straightened her blouse and dress. “Can you just… at least have dinner with, please? I'll only ask… fi-no, ten questions! Ten questions and then I won't bother you any more!"

“Six," Keith responded flatly.

“Nine."

“Seven."

“Eight and I'll buy you dessert as well!" Alice said, bouncing excitedly.

Keith gave her a dubious look, and then looked down at Aleda. “Thoughts?"

“Nine," Aleda responded simply.

“I literally just argued her down to seven. Are you even on my side?" Keith asked, feigning hurt feelings.

Aleda glowered at him.

“Fine, seven questions. Choose them well. And please… nowhere fancy. I don't like fancy restaurants," Keith said, wrinkling his nose a little.

“Nine!" Aleda protested.

“Well, Aleda likes fancy. Is there some middle ground?" Keith asked ruefully.

Alice pondered and then nodded carefully. “Wine, or beer?"

Keith gave an awkward smile. “Neither, really."

“Don't drink?"

Keith gave her a long stare. “That almost sounds like a question. But since we're discussing dinner, I'll give you a freebie. I drink, but only mixed spirits, really. Never really got into wine or beer. I really like uh… 'pechamboshi'."

“I know a killer bar with a good restaurant," Alice said with a wide grin. “It's a date! Are you staying at any particular hotel?"

“Why would you need to know that?" Keith asked guardedly.

“So you don't try to get away!" Alice said, bouncing on the balls of her feet. “So?"

“Well, there was a little hotel I stayed at on the way out that was nice. But I've been staying in tiny hotels the entire last week and I want to soak in a large tub with lots of bubbles, so I'll probably stay at that big one in the centre of town."

“I know the place," Alice said with a grin. “I'll meet you in the lobby, tonight, at eight. If you don't show, I'll tear the place apart looking for you!"

Keith gave her a mock salute. “I consider myself warned."

“Good boy."

---

Keith was still a little unsettled by the entire situation when he walked into the fancy foyer of the Goldenrod hotel. Alice had split off from him near the outskirts of Goldenrod after a mostly silent trip where a watchful Lucia kept Alice from accosting Keith with many a short, warning 'Lu'. Night was starting to fall, and he only had a few hours before he had to be ready for the verbal waterboarding Alice no doubt had in store for him.

A friendly receptionist greeted him from behind a desk, and Keith set his pack down with a sigh of relief. “Don't suppose you have any rooms available?"

“Do you have a reservation?"

Keith gave the tiniest of nervous laughs. “Playing this one by ear, actually, sorry."

“I'm sorry sir, we don't have any rooms vacant tonight. Can I offer you a map of the city? Hotels are marked on it, maybe you'll get lucky?"

Keith grimaced, and tapped his fingers against his tablet, which was still in his pocket. After a moment of indecision, he pulled it out, and laid it on the counter, flicking it open. “I'm uh…" he lowered his voice, “I'm a member of Violet Enterprises?"

“Do you have a corporate identification number?"

Keith nodded, flicking through various notes on his tablet until he came up with the correct one. He read off a series of numbers, which the receptionist put into the computer.

“Ah, here we go. We have a master suite, a king suite, or a queen suite available for you tonight."

Keith winced slightly. “Any single rooms?"

“I'm afraid the rooms I listed are the only rooms we have available to our corporate partners. I can list the room perks and facilities if that would help your decision?"

Keith shook his head, sighing faintly. “No, no. I'll take the queen, thanks."

After a few moments, Keith had his keycard, and was heading towards the elevators.

---

Keith was wrapped in a bath towel, staring depressedly at his bank account balance on his tablet. Aleda's pokeball had cost him quite a lot of money, and since he wasn't in Goldenrod for a shoot, his accommodation was being paid for out-of-pocket and was definitely not cheap.

Aleda and Tammy had already fought over, and shared, the complimentary poke-treats that had been on the two bed, and were eying off the ragecandybars that had also been there.

Keith idly unwrapped one of the candy bars, and handed it to Tammy, who took it in her mouth and then scurried off to the opposite side of the room, pursued by a playful Aleda growling at her and nipping at her tails. Returning to his tablet, Keith started to flick through the lists of contracts up for consideration. One immediately jumped out at him: Dominating a rowdy absol and fucking her into submission. Keith was struck with the momentary fantasy of getting hold of Amber and fucking her senseless in retribution for what she had done to him during his induction. Unfortunately, that particular contract was across the ocean, back in Kalos.

Another contract caught his eye however. It was entitled 'Dazzling Duet' and was the story of a specialised pokemon caretaker 'looking after' a primarina and dragonair who were both part of a roaming pokemon seaside band.

The shoot was scheduled to begin as soon as they found an actor close enough to the Goldenrod shoreline, with potential locations listed in Goldenrod and Olivine.

Keith pondered for a few moments, checked the temperature forecasts for the next several days, and then hit 'accept'.

He almost jumped out of his skin when the phone rang.

Trying to still his racing heart, Keith held his towel around his body with one hand, and rose to grab the phone. “Yes, hello?"

“Good evening, sir. We have an Alice Montero here to see you. Can I send her up?"

Keith pursed his lips, and then sighed faintly. “Very well, send her up." He put the phone down, and started for his clothes. He barely got his pants on before their was a soft knock at the door. He moved over to the door, opening it up to find Alice standing there, with Lucia in tow, with a bag in one hand with several heavy-looking bottles in it.

“I hope you don't mind!" Alice said apologetically, looking chagrined. “I couldn't get a dinner reservation anywhere. I think there's a big event on or something!"

“Yeah, a flower parade tomorrow, I saw something about it on the way in," Keith admitted, stepping aside to let her in. “Well don't just stand in the hallway."

“Thank you!" Alice said, stepping inside.

“Lucar," Lucia echoed, bowing to him momentarily and then shuffling after her trainer.

“I bought drinks!" Alice declared, obviously trying not to let an awkward silence settle, pulling out a bottle of some fancy-looking spirit. It was completely white, with some red writing on the black, and a red vine motif on the front but nothing else. She also produced a packet of pecha berries, which she placed on the table. “Got any glasses?"

Keith idly pulled his shirt on, and then rummaged around in the cupboards, before eventually finding some glasses in the fridge. He put them on the table between the two of them, and then sat down, picking up his tablet and making sure it was powered off before sliding it into his pocket.

Alice uncorked the bottle, and poured a small amount into the two glasses, and then dropped a pecha berry into each. The berry floated in the clear liquid, starting to slowly stain it pink.

“Sooo," Keith began, watching the berry dissolve.

“So!" Alice said, clapping her hands excitedly. “Eight questions, right?"

“Seven," Keith corrected, eyes narrowing at her.

Alice gave a chuckle. “A girl's gotta try!"

Keith shrugged, picking up his glass and taking a sip.

“How'd you even get into that business?!" Alice asked, picking up her own glass and sipping at it enthusiastically.

“I got a job-interview by email, I accepted. They sent me to Lumiose city, and put me in a hotel room with Amber without telling me there were cameras. Amber seduced me, we fucked like lopunny, and that was pretty much it," Keith explained, thinking back. “They gave me the card with the film on it, told me I could sell it to them and start a career with this, or throw out the card, destroy it, burn it, whatever, and return home and pretend like none of it had ever happened."

“That's… fascinating!" Alice gushed, tapping her foot against the floor anxiously. “How come Aleda is with you? She was in your second movie, I remember that much!"

“She's... “ Keith trailed off, casting his gaze towards the ninetales. She was laying on the bed, forepaws crossed, chin resting on them and idly flicking a tail back and forth in front of Tammy for the little vulpix to bat at. “She's my pokemon. Or I'm her faithful servant. I haven't figured out which yet. That little shoot we did was just some kind of… upkeep."

“Interesting!" Alice said, scratching her chin with a finger. “And the suicune, and the mew? How was that done? You didn't… actually get the suicune, did you?"

Keith thought back to the suicune on the beach leaving a footprint in the sand, and then laughed faintly. “Fake. Entirely fake. We have a zoroark who is really good at illusions."

“Are you only interested in pokemon?" Alice pressed, steepling her fingers and staring at him.

“I like girls," Keith said defensively. “Human ones, I mean. I just… I don't know. I didn't even think I could do that with a pokemon until Amber… and since then…" he trailed off, running a hand through his hair. “Human girls would be… complicated. And they'd have to fight Aleda for my attention."

“Nine!" Aleda agreed smugly.

Alice's eyes narrowed slowly, and she licked her lips once, taking a deeper sip of her drink, before fixing Keith with a long stare. “If you had to choose one of us, who would you fuck? Me or Lucia?"

Keith blinked at that question, his gaze sliding over to the lucario, whose ears were perked attentively at the mention of her name, her blue cheeks visibly darkening. The very tip of her tail started to twitch anxiously, and her ears splayed back as she gave an uncertain 'L-lu?'

“Well?" Alice asked, grinning recklessly.

Keith looked back and forth between them, dumbfounded.

“Are you put off because you can't believe I asked that, or can you really not decide?" Alice asked, puffing up her chest and cupping her breasts in an exaggerated pose. “Do you like humans more, or pokemon?"

Keith opened his mouth to respond, and then closed it, looking puzzled. “I… I honestly don't know," he admitted after a few moments, rubbing his chin with a hand. “I never… never really thought about it."

Alice smirked a little bit, but relented. Lucia was blushing heavily and was looking anywhere but at either of the trainers.

After taking another sip of her drink, Alice steadied herself, rubbing a finger around the rim of her glass. “Does… does Violet Enterprises offer any… 'services' outside of films?"

Keith looked up at that, confused. “Services?"

“Like… say… pokemon hire?" she asked carefully.

Keith frowned thoughtfully at that, and then shrugged. “I'd have to ask my handler when I speak to her next. Why do you ask?"

“Oh, I was just wondering," Alice said, looking away. “I need to hire an arcanine for a few days to… beat a gym."

Keith exchanged a dubious look with Aleda. “'Beat a gym'?" he asked, turning back to Alice. “Is that the excuse you're going with?"

Alice's cheeks pinkened slightly, and she huffed. “W-well… okay! Maybe it's for a more… personal reason."

“Has this all been a twisted way for you to try and get an arcanine for some 'alone time'?"

“What? No!" Alice said, nervously running her hands through her hair. “I just… you're right here and all I have to do is ask and potentially have an arcanine here in days!"

“Why don't you just sign up for Violet Enterprises?"

Alice frowned, tapping her foot again. “I don't know how. Anyway, I'm camera shy."

“I was pretty camera shy, until I fucked an absol on film without knowing about it," Keith responded, deadpan.

“I can't go on film with a pokemon. Ever. My father would murder me and feed me to sharpedo," Alice said, seeming to only be half-joking.

“Ah, that sucks," Keith said, reaching into his pocket and producing his tablet.

Alice eyed him warily. “What are you doing?"

“Sending an email to my boss to see if she has an arcanine lazing around," Keith lied, bringing up the search function and punching in 'Alice Montero'.

Alice's name didn't show up in the search results immediately, but there was a news article from a few weeks previously about the anniversary of 'Nina Montero's passing, survived by husband Alfred Montero, and daughter Alice Montero.

Keith clicked on Alfred's name, and was immediately greeted with an entry detailing the property-mogul's incredible wealth. Alfred Montero owned just half of all the real-estate in Kanto, and was spreading his business to Johto. There was a picture of him further down the page, with Alice visible in the background, looking uncomfortable.

“This is like, totally blackmail material," Keith said with a dark chuckle.

Alice's face fell, and her demeanor became more timid. “W-what?"

“I know who you are," Keith said, turning the tablet around and tilting it so she could see what page he was on. “Don't worry, your secret is safe with me…" he trailed off, frowning. “I mean, I'm not going to tell anyone. Arceus, that comes off a lot more evil than it did in my head."

“'Montero-family member in sordid pokemon affair'," Alice quipped darkly. “The headlines would last weeks."

“You can't get hold of an arcanine yourself?" Keith asked bluntly.

Alice snorted. “I was wandering around the forest looking for one when I ran into you. Buying a pokemon is actually really really bloody hard. And people would look at me funny if I offered to 'babysit' their pokemon."

“That seems quite the quandary," Keith said, leaning back in his seat and taking a sip of his drink. “But now I seem to be in a position of leverage."

“Don't," Alice warned, her expression darkening. “Lucia will beat the crap out of you and that's only if I leave anything to play with."

“Woah, cool it with the threats," Keith said, voice rising over the faint growl Aleda was exuding. “I just know now why you were so dead-set on getting me alone for some questions."

Alice looked him up and down appraisingly for a long moment, and then licked her lips slightly. “I'll let you watch."

“What?"

“I'll let you watch," she repeated, adding a smoky note to her voice. “I'll let you watch if you can get me some alone-time with an arcanine… or even a luxray! Or…" she trailed off, licking her lips eagerly. “A rapidash?"

“I don't want to watch," Keith stressed, staring at her. It was several long moments before he relented slightly, frowning. “Okay, I do want to watch. But I'm not going to… blackmail you to watch."

Alice gave a long sigh of frustration. “I just want one night! That's it! Why is that always so much to ask for?" she grumbled, muttering profanity under her breath.

“I'll ask, but that's all I can do," Keith said with a shake of his head. “I've got Aleda, and outside of that, I don't really have any control over what Violet Enterprises does."

“But you can talk to them!" Alice said with an earnest nod. “And if you can wrangle it, I'll pay you, a heap! At least… three times what you make from a regular movie!"

“How have you not just purchased an arcanine already?" Keith asked, almost exasperated.

“Because people who have arcanines don't want to part with them! They were giving them out as prizes at the game corner back in the day, and I spent hours upon hours upon hours on the slots there to get enough of those dumb coins to get the arcanine, only to find out at the eleventh hour that they had none left. And by the time I went back there again, they'd closed down! And then there was that thing with the growlithe. I had a growlithe, and a fire stone, and I was so ready to evolve him but then I had a pang of conscience," she muttered darkly, tapping her foot again and then throwing back the rest of her drink, starting to pour herself another glass. “I decided it wasn't worth it to evolve a growlithe just so I could… fool around a bit with an arcanine. That wasn't a good enough reason. And I've regretted that decision ever since."

“Why do you want an arcanine so much?" Keith asked blankly. “Surely there are other pokemon, like you said, rapidash and luxray?"

“They'd be fun… but arcanine is so big and warm and comfy! Just imagining that big fluffy guy holding me tight with his paws... all around me… in me…" Alice gave a shiver, and Keith echoed it, though his was much more from the uncomfortableness of intruding on that personal fantasy.

“I think you're romanticizing arcanines a bit," Keith admitted, frowning to himself. “But hey, I'll see what I can do."

“Thank you thank you thank you!" Alice said, beaming. She paused, and then frowned. “I have one last question. And you can tell me to fuck off, if you want."

“Fuck off," Keith said immediately, stretching out and sipping at his drink. “But ask your question?"

Alice glowered at him. “I want… I want to travel with you. I want to know what it's like to be part of Violet Enterprises!"

“That's uh… an odd request," Keith said, frowning down at his drink, before picking up the pecha berry to chew on it.

“I'll never get to be that person… But I wanna know what it's like!" Alice said earnestly.

Keith frowned into the dregs of his drink, and then looked up at Alice. “Well, really, you don't need to convince me. Aleda?"

Aleda looked over, and then stepped down off the bed, moving over to Alice and rising up until her forepaws were resting on Alice's knees. She stared into her eyes, tails twitching slowly back and forth.

“Uh, hi?" Alice said uncertainly, holding stock-still.

Aleda appraised her, and then leaned in and gave her a long, slow lick on the cheek. Alice squirmed uncomfortably, gasping and tensing up. The black length of Aleda's tongue left visible red skin in its wake, on the precipice of actually burning the girl, before the ninetales sat back on her haunches and smirked “Nine."

“Well, Aleda agrees. So I guess you can," Keith said, putting his glass on the table. “I hope you got your bags packed, because I'm heading off to Olivine in the morning."

Alice rubbed her cheek with her palm, nodding once. “I can be ready whenever you are."

“Gotta look up the ferry times. Wanna be on the earliest one possible," Keith explained.

“You 'working' tomorrow?" Alice asked with a sly smile.

Keith shrugged. “Aleda wiped me out, so yeah, gotta put down a contract so I'm not broke."

“Is that all it is to you? Just a job? You don't get a secret thrill out of doing this?" Alice asked plaintively.

Keith held up a hand to stop her. “I think you've gone over your limit for questions."

Alice pursed her lips, and huffed. “Fine, I'll wheedle the answer out of you later." She reached for the phone, picking up the entire thing and sitting it in her lap, hands poised over it. “So what are you all eating? I did promise you dinner, after all!"

---

After eating dinner in relative silence, Aleda and Tammy curled up on the bed. Alice and Lucia had both eaten their fill and had decided to leave for the night, seeing as they had an early morning to catch the ferry.

Keith opened the door for them, and Alice stepped through with a little wave goodbye.

Lucia however, stopped, pausing in the doorway and turning to stare at him, scowling, doing her best to intimidate him. She set her feet, adopting half a fighting pose, red eyes narrowing at him.

Keith booped her nose once with a fingertip, and she staggered backwards, huffing audibly, a violent blush spreading across her muzzle.

“Stop flirting and c'mon!" Alice called from down the hallway.

“Lu!" Lucia called, shooting Keith a dirty look before stomping off down the hallway after her trainer.

“Nine?" Aleda asked, as he closed the door.

Keith shrugged. “Hey, I can't help it if I'm a pokemon-magnet."

Aleda rolled her eyes.

---

“Ugh, this is familiar," Keith stated, huddling his jacket a little tighter around himself as cold morning wind and sea spray assaulted his form. Aleda shuffled up behind him, shot Lucia a stare, and then leaned against his back firmly, her tails curling around his front, spreading slightly and covering him in their warmth.

Alice was wearing a short black skirt and thin blouse, with a heavy oversized jacket over it she had purchased that morning before they get on the ferry. She had a giant mug of coffee in her lap, and her thighs had several red marks from where she had spilled some of it there. Lucia was unfazed by the cold, and was sitting beside her trainer, looking anywhere but at Keith.

Keith lifted a hand, and gently pet Aleda's cheek, scritching behind her ears slightly while Tammy crawled into his lap and then nosed up underneath his jacket, coming to rest as a lump of warmth against his belly and chest.

Alice shot him a look and a grumble, sipping at her large mug of coffee, and Keith just laughed and shrugged his shoulders. “You're the one who wanted to come."

---

The sound of splashing water intruded on Keith's thoughts, and he peeked his head around the corner of the doorway, gazing into the indoor pool. A huge retractable cover was overhead, closed for now, sitting atop four high walls, with a single large pool and several smaller wading pools alongside it.

Thankfully, the day had warmed up enough that the thought of entering the water wasn't giving Keith erectile dysfunction. Romero was already getting his cameras set up, carefully submerging each in the water to check they were all functional.

A primarina and dragonair were frolicking in the large pool, playing with a blue ball. The dragonair would slap it with her tail, and the primarina would hit it back with an almost affected flourish of her hair afterwards.

Alice and Lucia had been stopped at the entrance to the aquatic centre, and weren't allowed to enter. And as always when Keith was going to be around water, Aleda had decided not to come along at all. Tammy had stayed with her as well.

Romero looked up, spotting him, and waved a hand holding a cigarette. “Keith! Come in!"

Keith stepped around the doorway, and into the building proper. The primarina and dragonair both stopped their playing and stared at him, appraising him. The primarina tossed her hair, and then swam over closer, to the edge of the pool that was closest, staring up at him. “Pri!"

“Hey girl," Keith said, kneeling in front of her and reaching a hand out.

She took his hand in her dextrous flippers, and brought it up to her muzzle, snuffling around his fingers and then giving his palm a friendly lick. “Rina."

Keith smiled, and lifted a hand to tousle her hair, before rising to head around to where Romero was.

The primarina drew back in the pool a little, and splashed water at him. When he turned to look at her, shying away slightly from the splashing, she giggled and arched up slightly, pressing a fin down her form and spreading herself for him.

Below the frills around her middle were a line of large reddish spikes of some kind, with smooth edges. Between the two spikes at her front however, and just a little bit down, smooth blue hide gave way to vibrant pink flesh, especially with her actively spreading herself open for him. She looked incredibly tight, with glistening pink flesh quite visible.

Keith stared, and she giggled again, before rolling over and kicking her tailfin at him, splashing his feet with water and slipping off with surprising speed to play with the dragonair some more.

“She's quite the show-off, eh?" Romero asked with a grin, taking a pull of his cigarette.

Keith gazed after the primarina, as she looked back at him over her shoulder, giving him a flirtatious wink. That, coupled with the knowledge that he was going to be balls-deep in that sexy pokemon in a matter of minutes was enough to answer Alice's question from the previous night.

Keith definitely enjoyed what he did.

“The primarina. She's Aquette. The dragonair, she's Crystal. You read the contact, eh?" Romero asked.

Keith nodded. “I skimmed it."

“Ever done stuff with two girls?"

“Never had the uh… pleasure."

“You are in for a treat my man," Romero said, clapping him on the shoulder with a smirk. “You smoke?"

Keith gave him a blank stare. “Uh, no."

“Well, maybe when you're done with these two?" Romero suggested with a chuckle, taking another drag of his cigarette. “Anyway, we've got a few ways you can do this. You're to be their minder while they're here. Like they're pampered princesses and you're here to pamper them, y'know?"

Keith nodded. “Sure, feed them treats, give them massages or something. How does it lead to…?"

“Bow chicka bow wow?" Romera offered, grinning. “Well, you could admire them a lot, or be more passive and let them take the initiative and coax you into fucking them both."

A thoughtful hum rolled from Keith's mouth. “Those showers on the side look nice. I'm not so sure about the water… Everything looks awful underwater."

“You're right about that," Romero said with a nod. He made a motion towards the changing rooms. “You can take them both back there. Pamper them up a lil', y'know? We got some oil there for you to slather them up if you'd like."

“Oil?" Keith asked blankly.

Romero nodded, grinning. “Oil. Dragonair really like it, eh? And it's safe for use as lubricant, too."

“Well, that sounds… interesting," Keith said, scratching his chin.

“Go get changed over there, We'll start the shoot in here, but if you want to drag it into one of the showers, just hint at it with the girls."

“No fluffer?" Keith asked, looking back and forth for a moment. “Or is Jewel waiting to waylay me in the shower?"

“Jewel is on vacation-"

Keith cut across him with a frown. “Wouldn't that be like an endless orgy for her?"

“Basically," Romero responded with a laugh. “But don't worry, Aquette can take care of you. Though, speaking of… you might wanna decide here and now how many times you're gonna go. Standard for two girls is in their mouths and on their faces, and then potentially blow inside one of em. But we get the best view count with two different finishes inside."

“Three times?" Keith asked, shifting weight from one foot to the other, giving a slight grimace. “Well, I've been a little pent up with Tammy around…"

“Three times, then," Romero said with a smile, taking another draw of his cigarette and then shaking his head with a chuckle. “Eh, better you than me."

---

Keith stepped out of the showers, now dressed in black thigh-length shorts, and a white singlet. A whistle was on a rope around his neck, as well as a fake 'all access pass' for flavour. A pair of reflective silver sunglasses were folded and hooked in the front of his singlet.

Both Aquette and Crystal turned to stare at him as he entered, and then they exchanged glances, and a swift stream of pokemon-talk.

“Hey girls!" Keith called, giving a little wave as he strode around the pool confidently. He cringed inwardly, hoping that his greeting hadn't come out as effeminately as it did in his head. “How are my stars doing?"

“Pri!" Aquette responded, pirouetting in the water.

“Dra…" Crystal added, hanging her head a little, tail giving the slightest of flicks in the water.

Keith kneeled at the edge of the water, and reached a hand out to rub under the dragonair's chin. “You did fine," he assured her, slipping his hand up to let his fingers and palm lightly rub against her headwing. “Would you feel better if I oiled you down all good and proper?"

“Dra?" Crystal perked up slightly at that, tail giving a slow swish back and forth in the water. “Dra!"

“Good girl," Keith said, rubbing a palm lightly down over her neck, giving her an affectionate squeeze.

“Pri!" Aquette complained, brushing up against the edge of the pool and then scooping a large amount of water directly towards Keith.

Keith tensed up, wincing slightly as he was drenched from head to toe, and his glasses fell off into the water.

“You could ask to join in," Keith said, shooting Aquette a dirty look.

Crystal sheepishly lifted her tail out of the water, his glasses hooked over one of her tailorbs. “Thanks, Crystal." Keith said, before turning towards Aquette. “And I know you might be the star of the show but it doesn't give you license to be a b… to treat people like dirt."

“Pri," Aquette responded innocently, tossing her hair with a flipper.

Keith narrowed his eyes. “For that, I'm going to take my time with Crystal and make you wait."

Crystal nuzzled her cheek up against Keith's hand, and then poked her tongue at Aquette teasingly.

Aquette narrowed her eyes with a little growl.

---

The shower and changing area in the pool was designed for both pokemon and human, and didn't put much of a premium on 'privacy'. There were some stalls along one side, with some elevated benches for bags and changing clothes in private. The rest of the room however, was completely open, with a line of benches down the middle for seating, and a row of shower heads with conveniently-low knobs for smaller pokemon to reach.

Keith was already pulling off his singlet when he walked through the door, not enjoying the feel of the wet fabric against his upper body at all. His whistle and access pass almost followed, but he thought better of it and left them on. His glasses were left carefully on one of the benches, just in time for Crystal to come slithering in through the doorway. She immediately made towards the showers, stretching out and then curling up to regard him like a coiled seviper.

Aquette was just behind her, moving in much the same slithering fashion, but using her flippers to propel herself. She paused in the doorway, sniffing once and tossing her hair before moving towards the end shower, as far from Crystal as possible.

Keith looked back and forth between them, and then waggled a finger sternly. “Now wait here while I get the oil."

“Dra!" Crystal responded as Keith turned around, sidestepping Romero who was carrying several cameras. Keith opened up one of the stalls, which was stacked high with various 'props'. There were several dildos, a few waterproof vibrators, one or two things Keith couldn't even comprehend the purpose of, and then a few oils and lubricants. The most unassuming one was a large white plastic jar of 'Doctor Maple's Easy-Glide Butter'. The instructions on the side said that it was for 'maintenance' of water pokemon, to help them retain moisture in dry weather. It was nanab-berry flavoured, and water-based, so it was safe to eat and wouldn't cause any problems with a pokemon's digestion.

Keith picked up the heavy jar, and headed back into the room proper, closing the door behind him so that none of the sex toys would be visible. Romero had already set up a few cameras in strategic places around the room, from big heavy ones, to small 'keyhole' cameras.

“We're set," Romero said, giving him the thumb's up. “You going with them seducing you?"

“Sure," Keith responded, hefting the weight of the jar.

“Which?" Romero asked bluntly.

Keith arched an eyebrow. “I thought both."

“Well…" Romero gave Crystal and Aquette a long look. “Your character has been doting on Crystal a lil'. And Aquette is clearly jealous of how much attention your character gives her. Why not have Crystal play it up a little, eh?"

Keith pondered, rubbing his chin with a palm. “Hmm, sure. That works for me."

“Well, get oiling then!" Romero said, smirking and then pulling a handkerchief from out of his breast pocket, throwing it over Keith's shoulder. “You'll want this."

Keith took the handkerchief, and nodded, before stepping up to the dragonair. “Okay big girl, where you want me to start?"

Crystal drew herself up to her full height, and stared down at him, her head tilting just slightly to the left, before she lifted her tail, slipping it under his wrist to guide his hands to her head.

Keith smiled slightly at her, lightly grasping one of her feathery headwings to pull her down a little closer, until her nose bumped into his bare chest. “Now, hold still," he said, unscrewing the lid of the jar of oil, and then dipping the handkerchief in it. He smeared a line of the clear, oily liquid into her smooth hide, causing it to shine with a slightly heightened vigor over the surrounding flesh.

A happy little musical sound rolled from Crystal's throat as she leaned into the caresses, turning her head to the side to rest her cheek against his chest and upper stomach. Liquid-black eyes looked up to meet Aquette's gaze, and the dragonair smirked, poking her tongue out teasingly as she gave a little croon and leaned against the human more firmly.

Keith staggered slightly with the extra weight against him, but started to firmly work his hands up towards Crystal's head, smearing the oil across her hide and rubbing it in with firm, kneading motions of the cloth.

With a haughty huff, Aquette turned to the shower and flicked it on, scowling into the spray of water and pointedly not looking at Crystal and Keith.

Keith looked back and forth between the two, giving her a bemused look. “You two not getting along?" he asked, rubbing the cloth up under her chin slowly.

Crystal nodded, and then gave a happy musical note as Keith's rubbing found the orb under her chin. He rubbed at it firmly with the oil, tilting past her to watch as the swirling colours within the orb became sharper and more defined.

“Anything I can do to help?" he offered half-seriously, stroking the cloth over her cheeks, before moving down to get more oil and then rub around her little headspike.

Crystal stared up at him, and then smirked slightly to herself, licking her lips, before nodding firmly. “Dra!"

“Oh?" Keith asked, curiously.

“Dra," she responded again, uncoiling and then quickly curling around him, her head sliding around his body and then coiling up between his legs, until she was back in front of him. A quick nudge her nose sent him sprawling back onto her midsection and tail, straddling across her coils.

“Woah, woah! Easy on the manhandling!" Keith protested, whapping her on the nose with the rag.

Crystal just giggled and leaned in to lick his nose with a little purr, curling her tail up to rest over his shoulders warmly, blue tailorbs dangling over his front but not letting him get away. She glanced over at Aquette, and the primarina huffed once more and returned her focus to the shower pointedly.

Smirking, Crystal pressed a little closer, tail drooping down to press against his wrist, urging it across her white underside.

Keith did as directed, rolling his eyes. “Belly rubs?"

Crystal nodded earnestly. “Dra!"

Snerking slightly, Keith dipped his cloth back into the jar of oil, and then shifted his weight to get comfortable, kneeling on his knees, straddling the dragonair's body as he lifted the cloth to start rubbing and kneading it liberally over her hide.

A low rumble rolled from Crystal's throat, and her tail tightened about his shoulders slightly. “Draaa…"

Keith slipped the cloth from one side of her body to the other, stopping at the line where blue hide met white, while that long, orbed tail curled further around his shoulders. Crystal turned slightly, staring at Aquette, who was still pointedly ignoring both of them, and then the dragonair turned back to him with a slight little smirk on her muzzle, her tail coiling around his wrist.

Struggling just a little bit, Keith arched an eyebrow. “You could hint, you know, you don't have to lead me around."

Crystal smiled at him, giving a teasy little 'draaa' as she pushed his hand lower and lower and lower, leaving a line of shiny oil over her hide until Keith's hand found something that felt a little different to her regular hide.

Keith tilted slightly to peer down the length off the dragonair, lifting the cloth to see what was under it. A long length of dragonair cunny greeted him. Soft white outer lips gave way to pale pink flesh within, looking incredibly tight. He froze, covering her back up with the cloth and then rubbing it up higher, away from where she had placed his hand.

Crystal narrowed her eyes at him almost dangerously, powerful tail rather firmly pressing his wrist back into place over that tight slit.

“What are you doing?" Keith asked plaintively, keeping his voice low enough that it wouldn't carry to Aquette over the sound of the running water.

“Draaaa," Crystal responded, smirking at him and then slipping the tip of her tail down to brush over the front of his shorts.

Keith sucked in a breath, casting his gaze sideways at the primarina, before licking his lips nervously. “Are you serious? You want me to…?"

Crystal narrowed her eyes at him again, and then gave a short, firm nod.

Giving a furtive look over towards Aquette again, Keith reached down and picked up the jar of oil, swapping it to the other side of the dragonair and then dipping his bare fingers into it. “J-just this once, okay?" he said sternly, bopping her on the nose with the oily cloth.

“Dra!" Crystal responded with a giggle, staring at the deliberately-disregarding primarina teasingly.

Keith looked furtively towards Aquette once to make sure she wasn't taking any notice of them, and then held the cloth low against the dragonair's body, letting the edges of it fall against her to disguise his movements as he pressed an oil-slick thumb down the length of the dragonair's soft, wet cunt. Supple dragonair flesh deformed slightly under the pressure of his motions, spreading the tiniest amount to reveal that tight pink passage within.

Giving Aquette another sideways glance, Keith twisted his fingers around to press against the base of that slick cunny, the oil on his digits helping ease him along as he started to sink his index finger into the incredibly tight dragonair cunny. A low groan and croon rolled from the dragonair's throat, and she arched slightly, tail tightening around his shoulders on reflex.

“Pri?!" Aquette asked, glowering at them both.

Keith immediately withdrew his finger, having only gotten in to the first joint, and gave slow rubs up the side of the dragonair's body in as innocent a fashion as he could. “Enjoying that, h-huh?" he asked of Crystal, trying to ignore the side of his face burning from Aquette's suspicious stare.

“Draaaa…" Crystal responded, purring and arching into the strokes of his hand and the cloth over her belly.

“Pri…" Aquette huffed, turning back to the shower head and pointedly not looking at them again.

Keith leaned against the dragonair some more, slipping his hand back down to that warm slit, giving a light rub against it. “Shhhh," he chided, closing the cloth over the end of her muzzle as he held her mouth shut for her, even as he dipped his finger back into that tight entrance.

A low groan vibrated against his fingers, and the dragonair shuddered slightly, tail tightening around him again as his digit sank further and further inside her. He pressed forwards firmly, sinking in until he had to curl his wrist, letting his finger bury in that tight entrance right to the knuckle.

Turning slightly, Keith peered down the length of the dragonair, watching that tight entrance squeeze around the base of his finger. He made a light motion with his finger deep inside the dragonair, and felt her entire body shudder in response. “Fuck…" he whispered, lightly working the digit back and forth within her.

“D-draaagon…" Crystal moaned softly against the cloth.

Keith furtively glanced towards the primarina, before holding Crystal's mouth closed a little more firmly. He withdrew his finger, dipped both his index and middle finger in the slick oil, and then sank both of them inside that tight cunny, spreading the dragonair even further around both digits.

“Draaa!" Crystal groaned into the cloth, tail tightening around him even further, threatening to knock him entirely off balance.

Keith spread his thighs for balance, and to try and ease the pressure of his pants around the visible bulge at the front of them. Crystal glanced down his form, her eyes widening as she saw that thick bulge. She crooned eagerly, her tail curling to try and reach it with her tailtip.

“We need to get rid of Aquette," Keith murmured softly, watching that tight cunny spreading around his fingers as he worked them in and out. “If we can… get her to leave, I'll…" he swallowed thickly, “I'll fuck you."

Crystal's headwings perked upwards at that, and an excited quiver passed down the length of her body, echoed with a firm clench of that slick cunt around his fingers. “Draaaa…" she whispered, nudging in until her nose bumped his belly. Her tail curled around, pressing at the front of his shorts eagerly.

Keith gave a slight nervous laugh as Crystal's tail curled into the front of his shorts, pressing them down far enough to reveal the tip of his achingly-stiff cock, which she stared at from mere inches away, appraising it. “A-Aquette is gonna see," he whispered urgently.

Crystal ignored him, eyes narrowing down at his throbbing cock, licking her lips innocently for a moment.

“Crystal," Keith stated urgently, fading off into a gasp as the dragonair suddenly lunged at him.

Tight, slick mouth consumed him, burying around his cock right to the very root, a long, agile tongue coiling around his cock as the dragonair gave an eager, firm suckle.

“F-fuuuuuck…" Keith hissed, his legs going weak as Crystal gave a few powerful bobs, before drawing back and lapping at his tip with feathering licks of that agile pink tongue. She tilted her head and smirked up at him, closing her lips over just the very tip of it and suckling lewdly.

“Pri?" came a query from the other side of the room.

Keith expected Crystal to draw back, but the dragonair just smirked, lapping lightly at his tip and then coiling her tongue around his cock, from the tip to base, and then shoving back over him until her nose bumped into his belly. Her tongue uncoiled slowly, giving crazy, intense stimulation as it dragged smoothly over him, and then slid out of her mouth to curl around his balls and tease at them even as he was balls-deep in her mouth!

“Pri!" Aquette scolded, slipping over to them with wide eyes, slapping at Crystal harmlessly with her flippers. “P-pri! Prima! Pri!"

Crystal just smirked around her mouthful, drawing back slowly to lap at his tip, giving him a lazy little nudge and nuzzle, staring at Aquette all the while.

“Pri!" Aquette protested, pushing at the dragonair rather forcefully with both flippers, sending the dragonair sprawling out on her side with a giggle.

Keith was left in an awkward position, straddling a pokemon with a stiff cock on full display.

Aquette tossed her hair, composing herself, giving a haughty little huff and then turning to stare at him. “Pri," she stated calmly.

“I know, right?" Keith said with a nervous laugh.

“Pri-ma," Aquette added, before delicately leaning down and kissing the tip of his cock.

Keith shuddered faintly, teeth clenching, hand automatically finding the primarina's hair, tugging her forwards slightly.

Aquette stared up at him for a moment, letting her muzzle sink down his cock with a grin, giving a muffle little 'Prima!'

A powerful coil slipped underneath Aquette's chest, and in an instant, the primarina was pulled back and upwards, off his cock, held firmly in the coiled embrace of a teasy dragonair. With a smirk, Crystal tightened her coils, squeezing the primarina tightly so she couldn't escape, leaving the entire front of the pokemon mostly exposed. Crystal curled her tail around, deliberately nudging and spreading the primarina's tight blue slit, revealing her own pink flesh.

“P-pri!" Aquette protested, struggling slightly, her cheeks warming.

“Draaaaa…" Crystal purred, grinning and then staring at Keith, making a motion with her eyes towards the primarina's tight, exposed cunny, before arching an eyebrow at him with a smirk.

Keith stared at them both, swallowing thickly. “You're both so fucking naughty," he panted, returning his palms down to Crystal's lower body, rubbing either side of her drooling cunt. “I can't wait," he murmured, shuffling forwards slightly, letting the heavy weight of his stiff cock rest against the length of her slit.

“Dra!" Crystal purred, wiggling a little to get comfortable, watching him with intent, eager eyes.

“Pri!" Aquette protested, shaking her head and trying to wiggle free again, arching her tail around to try and interrupt him. “Prima!"

Crystal smirked, tail curling around to press into the primarina's muzzle, until that first fat tailorb spread her mouth, plugging it and keeping her from protesting. Aquette flushed deeply, giving a muffled whine around the orb, even as Keith shuffled forwards slightly and let his tip grind in against that spread, well-oiled cunny.

“Draaa…" Crystal churred, staring at him, eyes wandering from where he was prodding against her to his face, and then back again. She nodded intently, urging him. “Dra!"

Keith leaned over the serpent pokemon further, shuffling forwards a little bit while that tight, oiled-up cunny spread around his tip. Clenching, slick flesh squeezed around him. Even with the oil, it was a struggle to bury anything past that tight, clenching resistance.

“Fuck…" he growled, leaning over her properly and grasping around her middle with his arm, giving his hips a powerful shove and then gasping as he finally overcame the grinding resistance of oiled flesh and buried in her to the very base. Crystal arched against him, causing Aquette to give a squeak of dismay as the serpent coiled around her tighter on reflex as the human went balls-deep into the dragonair.

Keith leaned back slightly, so the camera could get a good view of his cock disappearing into the mound of the dragonair's cunny, spreading her open to reveal more of that pink flesh. Crystal's tail uncoiled, popping free of Aquette's muzzle as the dragonair arched in delight.

“P-Pri!" Aquette protested, huffing and trying to wiggle free of the dragonair's coils once more, slipping down an inch or two and causing Crystal to coil her a little more firmly.

“Drag!" Crystal scolded, her tail looping past Keith again to rub almost teasingly down the front of the Primarina, even as Keith started to firmly hump into tight dragonar pussy.

Aquette's eyes narrowed at the tail teasing up against her lower belly, and then narrowed her eyes at Crystal dangerously. “Prima," she stated, giving the dragonair a glare.

Crystal giggled at that, and then her pointed tailtip found Aquette's entrance, and then arched slightly to sink within. Keith had a perfect view of this, at almost eye-level, watching the tailtip disappearing inside the primarina even as he started to hump firmly into the squeezing dragonair cunny, helped along immensely by the oil.

“Priiii…" Aquette shuddered, her cheeks reddening and flippers twitching on reflex as that first thick tailorb bumped up against her. A quick twist of Crystal's tail sank the orb inside, and the primarina gasped in surprise, quivering all over, her fluked tail thudding against Crystal's coils helplessly.

“F-fuck, girls, this is too much," Keith panted, leaning over the dragonair a little further and starting to hump into her urgently. It was just too hard not to fuck Crystal stupid with Aquette being molested right in front of him.

Crystal didn't help matters in the least when she curled around, dropping her head down onto her own belly just above where Keith was buried in her, busily humping into that clenching cunt. She peered up at him with an affected air of innocence, before smirking and opening her muzzle, letting her tongue hang free, mere inches from where his thrusting cock was spreading her tight cunny.

“That's…" Keith murmured, staring, before swallowing thickly. “T-that's so fucking naughty…" With a gasp, he pulled back, his stiff cock bobbing free of the constricting serpentine cunny. One of his hands founds Crystal's headwings, and he immediately slipped his cock into the offered muzzle, sinking easily in until her nose bumped his lower belly again. Her exhalations tickled his belly and pubic hair, and he gave an eager little groan as he started to hump into her mouth almost urgently, rocking her head back and forth.

Smirking around her mouthful, Crystal tilted and coiled a little further, tilting the primarina forwards until she was in much the same pose as the dragonair. She pulled back, giving a swift lick to Keith's tip, and then turned to the primarina.

“Dragonair!" Crystal ordered, giggling darkly.

“P-pri?" Aquette responded, eyes widening.

“Dragonair!" Crystal repeated, her tail starting to grind and work in and out of the primarina from behind, rocking her form.

Aquette groaned, her muzzle parting in response, cheeks darkening with blush. Keith already knew what the dragonair was aiming for, and shifted up, hands grasping her muzzle so he could sink his cock past her lips, starting to hump urgently into her muzzle.

Muffled noises of protests left the primarina in between eager suckles, even as Keith fucked her face so hard that her round nose bumped his stomach at the end of each eager hump. After only a minute or so of that, Keith pulled back again, panting and shuddering, cock throbbing and jerking wildly, visibly pulsing.

“I'm gonna c-cum," he panted almost incoherently, settling his weight back on Crystal, grinding his cock against her cunny slowly. “W-where do you want it?"

Crystal dove, coiling her tongue around his cock, suckling eagerly at it for a moment, before pulling off with a smirk and pointing with her nose as that well-lubricated dragonair cunny. Without any further prompting, Keith leaned over her, and shoved himself back inside her urgently, starting on his final thrusts, jerkily humping into the tight, squeezing cunt over and over again.

With a low purr, Crystal twisted her muzzle, curling to lick where his cock disappeared into her, and then curling her tongue even further, coiling it around his cock and then sinking it inside herself!

A powerful tongue coiled around Keith's cock, squeezing it in the same rhythm as the clenching flesh he was buried inside. It was all too much.

Aquette got a ringside seat, barely a foot away from where Keith was buried in her friend as he urgently stuffed himself inside tight dragonair cunny over and over again, fucking her pussy and her coiling, constricting tongue with the same strokes.

Keith's last thought was 'fuck I love my job' as he heaved forwards and crammed every inch of himself inside Crystal holding there, balls-deep, as his cock twitched and jerked. He gave a few reflexive humps, and then started to unload deep inside, firing burst after burst of gooey human spunk so very deep inside the constricting passage.

Barely three spurts into filling the dragonair though, and Crystal's powerful tongue was coiling and tugging at him, pulling him free of her clenching cunt, a gush overflowing white liquids drooling from her well-fucked pussy. A long string of messy white human spunk trailed from her cunt to her tongue, even as she straightened him up and dove down over him. Her aim was perfect, and she didn't even waste a single spurt, closing lips over his base and urgently grinding her tongue around him in circular motions, coaxing out every last droplet of cum she could get.

Keith was almost in a daze, his mind going hazy and he was assaulted with pleasure, staring unseeingly down into Crystal's eyes as the dragonair smirked up at him, holding his gaze as she let him pump round after round of his essence over the back of her tongue.

When he was finally done spurting, Crystal drew upwards, carefully not losing any of his mess, smirking at him and then tilting her head back to open her mouth and let him see the generous amount of his spunk resting there.

A happy little groan left Keith, and he sagged down slightly, trying to catch his breath.

Crystal closed her mouth, but didn't swallow. And then she slowly turned to stare at Aquette.

“P… Priiii?" Aquette asked, an expression of worry crossing her face as she tried to squirm away.

A low, giggly hum left Crystal's throat and she lunged like a striking arbok, capturing the primarina in a sudden kiss. Her powerful tongue pushed past Aquette's resistance and into her mouth, grinding against her own tongue and sharing a gooey mouthful of Keith's spunk with her.

Keith looked up at this spectacle tiredly, panting heavily, chest heaving.

Aquette looked at him sideways amidst the kiss, and then smirked and winked at him.

A long shudder passed down Keith's form, and he felt his refractory period melt away. “Did you… did you just use attract on me?" he accused, pointing at the primarina.

Aquette broke off from the kiss, shaking her head earnestly and licking her lips, a dribble of Keith's spunk visible at the corner of her mouth. “Pri!"

Crystal gave her a dubious stare, and turned to Keith, giving him a stare and arching an eyebrow.

Looking down his form, Keith made a vague motion towards his midsection and his still-stiff cock. “She used attract on me!"

Crystal turned back to the primarina, her eyes narrowing accusingly. “Dragonair?"

“P-pri!" Aquette responded, shaking her head unconvincingly.

With a low growl, Crystal rolled backwards, tilting Aquette the same way, coiling a little tighter around her and giving a few firm humps with her tailorb, sinking that first fat orb in and out of her. Keith shifted away so that Crystal didn't bowl him over as she moved, and kicked his shorts off entirely, leaving himself completely naked.

Aquette gave a weak protest, flippers flailing about slightly, her body arching as the tail and tailorb continued to thrust firmly into her tight cunny, and then gasping out loud as Crystal withdrew them suddenly.

Keith was kneeling in front of the pair, watching with interest, until Crystal withdrew the tailorbs and slipped them up near him to show how wet they were. Leaning forwards, he gently rubbed a thumb up and down the mound of Aquette's pussy, and then spread her with a firm pressure, revealing slick pink inner flesh to his gaze. His two fingers brushed up against her, and then sank slowly inside, easily spreading the soft, supple flesh of the primarina. “So fucking wet," he growled, lightly working his digits back and forth. “Excited, huh?"

Aquette blushed deeply and shook her head. “P-pri!"

Keith narrowed eyes at her, wiggling those two fingers deep inside her, working them back and forth powerfully. “You knew exactly what you were doing when you used 'attract' on me," he growled, staring at her. “You knew it was going to lead to me going balls-deep in you."

“Pri!" Aquette protested again unconvincingly, shaking her head. Crystal huffed slightly, and coiled around her some more, her tail coming up. The messy tailtip and that first orb, still shiny and dripping with the primarina's liquids, sank right back into her mouth, spreading her jaw wide and forcing her to taste herself. She gave a muffled 'prrrmf!' in response, and Crystal just smirked at her.

With a deliciously-wet primarina spread out and waiting for him, Keith wasted no time in withdrawing his fingers and crawling up her form. Crystal shifted just enough that the primarina was the perfect height, and he groaned eagerly as he ground his aching cock against the luscious, drooling mound of Aquette's cunt. “I'm supposed to pamper you two, and I think that includes giving you exactly what you want," Keith said with a sly smirk, giving a slow grind of his hips against her.

The tailorb in Aquette's mouth withdrew, and she protested for a moment, before Crystal slithered around until her coils could lower and a drooling, well-fucked, cum-stuffed dragonair cunny settled down mere inches from the primarina's nose.

“P-pri!" she protested shrilly, cheeks positively burning, before she writhed and cried out to the ceiling as Keith shifted and buried himself in her to the base in one firm, eager hump.

Tight, warm primarina pussy cinched down around Keith, squeezing every millimetre of his embedded cock. She wasn't as tight as Crystal, but she was soft inside, and still tighter than any non-watertype he'd fucked so far.

“Fuuuuck yes," Keith growled, leaning over both of them and started to hump hard and fast into the tight, squeezing cunny, wasting no time with a slow build up. “I'm gonna blow a load so deep inside you. Gonna give you what you want," he panted down at the primarina, enjoying the way it made her blush.

Aquette shuddered, her body being rocked back and forth with Keith's eager humps, her head tipping back slowly as her neck darkened with blush. With a little quiver, she turned to the dragonair's drooling cunny, and then buried her nose in it, starting to lap at her enthusiastically, pink tongue grinding up against pink flesh and swiping away dribbles of Keith's spunk.

Keith had to look away from Aquette enthusiastically eating out Crystal, for fear that he was just going to blow deep inside her. Instead he laid his head on her chest, and focused on fucking her harder and faster, trying to ignore the lewd sounds of the primarina eating out the dragonair.

Keith felt something touch at his inner thighs, and then a long tongue curled up to lap at his balls, and then coiled around the base of his cock, squeezing lightly. He groaned helplessly, his toes curling and hips grinding harder into Aquette, even as Crystal teased him with her tongue.

Aquette's tight, soft pussy squeezed down around him, starting to clench and ripple in rhythm, and Keith straightened up, grinding deep inside her again and again. “Ohhh, gonna cum, are you?" he asked with a sly smirk.

A long shudder passed down the primarina's form, and she shook her head, panting heavily against the dragonair's drooling cunny, her nose and lips wet with Crystal's liquids.

“I can feel you tensing up," Keith said with a sly smirk, giving a few slower thrusts and then a series of harder, more intense motions, rocking the primarina back and forth. “Mhmmm… I'm gonna cum soon too."

Crystal uncurled immediately at his words, and then pressed down to rest her messy muzzle right in front of his thrusting cock, opening up suggestively.

Keith shook his head, not even stopping his motions as he pet her headwings gently. “Nooo, you naughty girl. I wanna hear her sing for me when I pump it all. Deep. Inside." He punctuated his last words with eager, powerful humps, grinding as deep inside the primarina as possible.

Aquette shuddered, her flippers flailing and tail thudding against the tiled floor, cheeks flushing violently. “P-pri!"

Leaning over her properly, Keith started to urgently rut into her squeezing cunny, rocking her into Crystal's coils with his potent thrusts, causing a wet slapping noise of flesh-on-flesh each time he hilted within her. “Sing for me!" he hissed between clenched teeth, fucking her harder and faster with each passing moment.

Aquette shuddered, biting down on her tongue and then arching heavily, tail slapping the floor repeatedly as reflexive moans rolled from her mouth. “P-pri! Pri! Pri!" Each exclamation just spurred Keith on faster, and he shoved himself into her harder and faster each time, until he was fucking her with wild, reckless abandon, palms on her shoulders pinning her against the dragonair's coils.

A long note of delight left the primarina as she threw her head back, mouth opened wide, her body arching and tight, wet cunny squeezing down around Keith in rhythmic clenches.

With a snarl, Keith buried himself in her as deep as he could possibly go, holding there and wrapping his arms around her middle, jerking against her a few times as heavy pulses of warm, gooey spunk splashed deep inside the primarina, pooling inside the clenching, squeezing cunny and immediately starting to drool free of her, dripping out and down along her tail slowly, white on blue.

Keith almost collapsed over top of her, shuddering wildly as he continued to fire volleys of human spunk deep inside the pokemon, his arms shaking slightly with the effort of keeping himself upright.

With a happy groan, he dropped down atop her, panting heavily into her neck, head spinning slightly.

After a few minutes, he finally managed to extricate himself from the pair, and Crystal immediately dove down to lap at the drooling primarina pussy, to the chorus of many squeals and protests from Aquette.

Keith staggered over to the running shower and caught some water in his cupped hands, downing it gratefully.

“Eh," Romero said, peeking out from behind his camera. “Can you go one more? Get the mouthful scene?"

Keith blinked once. “What?"

“In both of their mouths, eh?" Romero prodded.

Keith rubbed his temple hazily and then nodded slightly. “Oh, right, that. I dunno… we kinda… That was a lot." He turned back towards Crystal and Aquette, who paused in their messy wrestling to peer at him.

“Pri?" Aquette asked.

Keith almost slumped. “Romero said we should do a scene with both of you blowing me. What do you two think?"

Aquette didn't respond, she just smiled at him.

And then she winked.