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File Name: Eager Eevee

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File Type: Story:Adult:M/F:Human x Eevee

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Details: Eager Eevee's Enticingly Erotic Entrance

Keith stared up at the ceiling for several long moment, and then forced his weary body up so he could roll onto his side. His nose bumped against Tammy's own, and she gave a happy little 'vul!' and licked said nose once or twice with her surprisingly warm tongue.

“I'm awake," Keith groaned, feeling like he was sinking into the mattress. It was a sensation he was slowly becoming familiar with: the sensation of complete exhaustion recovery that came from a wild fuck-session where 'Attract' was used to unnaturally extend his stamina.

Rolling to the edge of the bed, Keith ponderously swung his legs over onto the floor, and then rubbed his eyes, staring at the wall of the hotel room. “How… how did I even get here? I don't remember anything after the shoot."

“Nine," Aleda said with a slight smirk.

“How I wish you could speak english," Keith stated, and then cast her a sideways glance. “Like half the time. The other half, I'm glad I can't hear the things you're thinking about me."

Aleda gave him a wry smile and then placed forepaws on his knees, giving his nose an affectionate lick. “Nine."

Keith pet her scruff lightly with a hand, and picked up his tablet, blinking at it until he could find the clock in the bottom-right corner. It was past midday. It was early morning the day after his shoot with the primarina and dragonair.

“Wow," he mumbled, slipping the tablet into his pocket. “Who wants, uh… breakfast?"

'Nine!', 'Vul!' Aleda and Tammy chorused.

---

Keith opened the sliding door at the back of his hotel room that lead out to the hotel's relaxation area. A small number of tables and chairs were arranged around an old shrine, with a big shade-cover to keep it relatively dry in the rain. A stand of bamboo was growing next to a forested area, thick enough to almost completely obscure the trees. There were flashes of movement behind the green of the bamboo stalks however, red and blue flickering in the gaps, along with what sounded like a scuffle.

Placing his tray of pancakes down, Keith crept towards the edge of the stand of bamboo, following a dirt path deeper into the stalks. Rounding a corner, he found the source of the commotion: Alice and Lucia. And they were sparring.

Alice was wearing a red blouse and short black shorts, revealing her rather white legs. She had a pair of sneakers on, and her long black hair was pulled back in a ponytail, out of her face. Sweat was visible on her upper brow, and her chest was heaving as she exchanged blows with her lucario.

Lucia looked to be completely at home, balancing on the tips of her paws, shifting her weight easily in any direction that helped her dodge Alice's strikes. Alice would try to sweep Lucia's front foot, and Lucia would just lift her foot and take a single step backwards, and then another when a second sweep was attempted. Alice's punches or forearm-chops were blocked with an almost casual lift of the lucario's own forearm, though Keith could see she was very careful not to let Alice's strikes hit her spikes instead of her relatively soft fur.

All of Alice's strikes were utilitarian, and close. She was standing not even a foot from Lucia, well inside the regular stand-off distance of a boxer or any other kind of traditional martial artist. And instead of using traditional punches and kicks, it was all knees and elbows. Even when she blocked the blows that Lucia was clearly throwing at not even a fifth of her regular speed or power, were blocked by forearms and knees. Alice was also trying to unbalance the lucario. Pushing her, pulling her, trying to trip her up, all while dodging Lucia's playful attempts at her own trips or throws.

Alice tried to do some strange reverse-twist elbow, but Lucia blocked it with her forearm and then immediately stepped closer and wrapped her arms around her trainer from behind, squeezing and lifting the girl off her feet entirely. Alice immediately went limp, and then huffed as she was set back down on her feet. And then they both reset, taking steps back to proper striking distance and waiting a full second before they started again.

Alice came in strong with a side-kick aimed at Lucia's middle. As Lucia stepped forwards to block it with her right forearm, Alice withdrew her leg, feinting the kick and instead grasping the lucario's arm and dragging her forwards. Lucia almost overbalanced, leaning heavily forwards, and then quickly straightened, which was when Alice stepped forwards and shoved her in the chest with both palms, putting every bit of her weight behind the motion.

Lucia's back legs came down a little too slow and she went sprawling heavily onto her back, almost doing a backflip back onto her front. With the agility of a fighting-pokemon, she caught herself with her paws, and sprang into a moving handstand, allowing herself to get her feet back underneath her, returning her to the ready position in a under a second.

Alice paused then, and held her right hand against her heaving chest, grimacing.

“Car?" Lucia asked, concerned.

“It's nothing," Alice panted, shaking her head.

“Car!" Lucia growled.

“I hit your spike," Alice admitted with a sheepish smile. “Still won that point though!"

“Lu…" Lucia responded, frowning deeply, her stance softening as she stepped forwards, holding paws out for her trainer's hand.

“H-hey! If you want to help, you have to win a point!" Alice protested, taking a step back and lifting her hands into a fighting stance again.

Lucia's eyes narrowed dangerously, and she strode forwards calmly.

Alice levelled a strike at the lucario's shoulder and hip with both a palm-strike and a knee, but Lucia almost casually blocked it. She blocked the palm with her forearm, and the knee was blocked with her own knee. As Alice tried to step back, Lucia swept her right foot, forcing her onto one knee. With a deft twist of her body, Lucia brought a foot down on the back of Alice's thigh, holding her forward knee against the ground, and simultaneously pressing her own knee into her trainer's back. Lucia's left arm pressed forwards, up under Alice's chin, forcing the trainer to bend backwards with the force exerted, while Lucia's other paw held her right wrist fully outstretched, trapped.

Lucia turned her head, and casually inspected her trainer's palm, while Alice futilely struggled, trying to get the pokemon's wrist off her chin and throat.

“Car," Lucia accused, and then released Alice, pushing her away with a huff. “Cario!"

Alice frowned, working her arm in a circular motion to wring out some of the kinks it had gained in the odd position, before sighing. “Fine, fine," she grumbled, reaching up to her hair and pulling out her hairband, letting her long black hair hang free. “I'll go get a potion."

Lucia stamped her foot, and then hurried her off with a wave of her paws. “Cario!"

Alice huffed, but did as told, turning on her heel and stalking off towards the gap in the bamboo leading back to the hotel.

Keith took a step backwards, mostly obscured by the bamboo, and Alice walked right past without even noticing him, holding her hand to her chest, a small line of blood dripping down her wrist.

Keith watched her go, frowning a little to himself. Something she said to him in Goldenrod made sense now. After what he had just seen, he at least knew she could back it up when she said she could beat him up.

“Cario!"

Keith started, whirling to face Lucia who was staring at him accusingly, not even three steps away. Her nose barely came up to his chest, but she was very intimidating, and was staring him down intently.

“Car! Lucario!" she said, pointing a paw accusingly.

Giving a nervous laugh, Keith felt his back bump up against the bamboo. “I wasn't spying! I just heard you guys and I had to come over and see what all the commotion was, honest!" He held his hands up, palms-out.

“Lucar!" Lucia growled, grabbing his forearm and forcefully turning him, pushing him towards the clearing where she had been sparring with Alice. “Cario!"

“Okay, okay, fine," Keith huffed, pursing his lips but allowing himself to be lead. He was barely a step inside the clearing when Lucia stopped, and lifted her paws into a fighting stance.

Keith looked back at her over his shoulder, lifting his hands as non-threateningly as possible. “H-hey! This is a really ba-"

Lucia didn't let him finish his sentence, and cut it off by punching him in the shoulder. Hard.

Keith was forced backwards a step, and he grimaced, favouring that side a little but, lifting a hand to hold his shoulder. “What the f-"

Lucia punched him in the shoulder again.

Keith grimaced again, almost falling to one knee, taking a step backwards.

Lucia took a step forwards and aimed another punch at his shoulder. Keith tried to fend it off, but she was incredibly strong, and what would have almost blocked a regular human punch just barely glanced off her powerful forearm.

Keith staggered as the third punch in under fifteen seconds connected with the meat of his shoulder. “S-stop hitting me!" he growled between gritted teeth.

“Lucar!" Lucia growled, moving to punch his shoulder again.

Stepping forwards, Keith blocked this punch, putting all his weight into a hard push against the inside of the lucario's arm as she punched, diverting it entirely.

“I said: St-" Keith's rebuke was cut off entirely as Lucia followed up her punch with another from her other paw, hitting his other shoulder.

Keith was forced backwards a step again, and he almost fell to his knees, teeth bared. Both of his arms ached now.

Lucario punched him in the original shoulder again.

With an exasperated, pained groan, Keith tried to step out of the lucario's reach, but she doggedly pursued him, taking two steps and aiming another punch at his shoulder.

Keith was more than ready to fend off that particular repeated punch, and diverted it with a hard shove of his forearm again. Immediately, Lucia punched him in the other shoulder. Again.

Gritting teeth, Keith stepped back, watching as Lucia moved to hit him again.

The first punch he blocked, for the third time. And as she went to punch his other shoulder, he moved his block to the left, and diverted that punch as well. There was a moment of triumph, which was quickly extinguished as Lucia pivoted and kicked his outer thigh so hard he was forced to one knee. It was like playing a game of Simon. Except when you got the colour wrong, you got punched.

Lucia disengaged, but didn't lower her stance at all, red eyes narrowed at him, watching him intently.

“Why are you doing this?" Keith groaned, ponderously rising back to his feet.

“Lu-car!" Lucia responded, and the moment he was back on his feet, she came at him again, with that same combination of attacks. Right punch, left punch, thigh-kick.

Keith blocked the first two punches and when the thigh-kick came, he took a step backwards, feeling the air whisper against his leg as her foot almost hit him. He had expected her to follow through with the motion, but she drew her foot back out of the kick as smoothly as she moved into it, and then aimed a heavy left-pawed punch at his chest.

After being punched so many times already, Keith was ready for the next one, and he took another step back and diverted her punch to the left. Lucia leaned into it, her entire body rotating, and Keith allowed himself a small smirk of victory. He'd actually blocked one!

And then Lucia dropped a little and finished her rotation. Something hooked around Keith's legs incredibly hard, and he was staring at the sky, flat on his back, the wind knocked out of him.

Lucia's face appeared in his field of view, an eyebrow arched.

Keith held up a hand meekly, giving a little groan. “Y-you win. Please stop hitting me."

Lucia tilted her head to the side slightly, and one of her large ears perked upwards. A slow smirk spread across her features, and she immediately swung a leg over him, straddling his middle. She was surprisingly light for being so strong.

Keith shook his head, holding his hands up, palms-out. “Please, Arceus tell me you're not going to go for the ground-and-pound."

The lucario's ears perked upwards at his last few words, and she wiggled slightly to get comfortable, those astoundingly strong paws grasping his wrists. “Cario?" she asked, a definite purr in her voice.

Grimacing slightly, Keith tried to pull his wrists apart, or away, and found they were stuck fast. It was like trying to fight literal steel. No amount of force he mustered budged his wrists apart even an inch.

“Cario," Lucia purred, lifting his wrists and pinning them above his head, red eyes narrowing down at him. One of her paws effortlessly held his wrists pinned, while the other slipped down to trace his chest with the end of a digit, those red eyes narrowed at him, watching intently.

Keith was becoming uncomfortably aware of the arrangement of their bodies. Lucia was straddling him, with her hips pressed tight to his own. And as she held his wrists above his head, she gave a sly little 'caaario?' and a slow, sensual gyration of her hips against him.

Keith almost struggled again, but the insistent grind of Lucia's hips against his own quickly convinced him otherwise, and he arched an eyebrow at her. “What, was beating the shit out of me foreplay or something?" he asked with a pained chuckle.

Lucia's piercing gaze fixed on him, lips parting so she could lick her lips almost hungrily.

Keith gave a faint, nervous laugh, giving a halfhearted wiggle as though he might escape, even though it was impossible to lift his hips even an inch under Lucia's insistent press.

“I was gone for five minutes and you're already trying to seduce my pokemon?"

Keith blinked once, feeling his face warming as he heard Alice's scathing tone, while Lucia perked her ears upwards, her cheeks visibly reddening. She huffed and lifted herself off of him, giving a defensive 'Cario!' towards her trainer.

Grumbling to himself and sitting up with a wince, Keith massaged his shoulder where he was sure a spectacular bruise was growing, feeling dirt falling out of his hair.

Alice pursed her lips, a spray bottle of purple liquid in one of the hands she had firmly on her hips, giving them both stern glares.

“C-cario!" Lucia tried to protest, stamping her foot.

Alice kept staring at them, and then her expression broke and she started giggling like a schoolgirl, her posture dissolving into wild laughter.

“I'm glad you think this is funny," Keith grumbled, rolling onto one knee and trying to take stock of his new injuries. His left thigh was aching, both of his shoulders hurt, and there was a peculiar numbness running up and down his back from where he'd been slammed down on it.

“L-lucar!" Lucia stammered, and then stormed past her trainer, shooting her a dirty look.

Alice arched an eyebrow at her pokemon, but then turned her attention back to Keith, moving over to him and offering him her hand.

Keith considered slapping it away, as he was in rather an odd mood after playing the most violent game of Simon ever invented, but begrudgingly took her hand and allowed himself to be heaved onto his feet. He winced slightly and shifted his weight off his left leg, and then limped over toward a table and chairs to sit down.

Alice sat down across from him, staring at him with a sly grin. “So, I see you met my lucario."

“Her fists met me more," Keith responded flatly, stretching out his left leg with a wince. “What was her problem? She basically beat the crap out of me."

“You don't know anything about lucario, do you?" Lucia asked, smirking slightly.

“Never had any reason to learn," Keith admitted, frowning. “Do they all react so violently to new people?"

Alice stared at him, gauging him for several long moment, and then laughed again. “You really don't know!"

Keith pursed his lips, giving Alice a long stare. “No, I really don't. I think we established this already."

“Lucia is a fighting type. They fight."

“How incredibly astute," Keith retorted.

Lucia rolled her eyes. “Fighting is what they are and what they do. Everything is a fight to them. They fight to make friends. They fight to make enemies. They fight to judge character!"

“So you're telling me that beating the shit out of me was her way of saying 'hello'?" Keith asked flatly.

Lucia sighed, tapping the potion bottle on the table. “Do you want the explanation or not?"

“Your pokemon beat the crap out of me. Excuse me for being a little bit impatient," Keith snapped.

“Lucia likes you, you dolt."

“She has an incredibly funny way of showing it."

“In the wild…" Lucia trailed off, looking over her shoulder to make Lucia wasn't nearby. “In the wild, lucario will spar to gauge a potential mate. It's like… a dance. It's a fight, but it's a dialogue. If the two are matched well enough, both physically, emotionally, and spiritually, they'll fall into a proper dance. It's like watching a choreographed fight in a movie."

“So you're telling me that you sparring with her earlier was a 'mating dance'?"

Keith asked blankly.

Lucia sighed, staring up at the sky for a long moment, and then fixing him with a long stare. “It's like a conversation. It can be used to say 'hello, I respect you' or 'hey, please bend me over the nearest waist-high object and fuck my brains out'."

“And how would even know the difference?" Keith asked bluntly.

Alice arched an eyebrow slowly. “Well considering the fact she was straddling you and basically fucking you already…"

Keith pursed his lips. “Okay, so, riddle me this: Why did she keep punching me in the same spot over and over again?"

Alice dissolved into giggles again. “She didn't even change where she was attacking you?"

“If I blocked it she did!" Keith responded heatedly. “She'd hit me somewhere else. And if I blocked that, she'd hit me somewhere else."

Alice waggled a finger at him with a grin. “That, Keith, was shameless flirting. She was basically teaching you the dance moves!"

Keith frowned deeply, but didn't have a retort to that at all. The way she had always followed the same pattern when attacking… it really did feel like some kind of game. Or a dance.

“Did you try to hit her?" Lucia asked carefully.

Keith looked up, blinking once and then shaking his head. “No. Why would I do that? I'm not inviting getting punched in the face."

“Well, next time it happens… try to hit her back. You'll know, then," Alice said with a confident nod.

Keith stared at her. “What?"

“Well, she'll either block it completely, which is part of the dance… or she'll let you land the hit," Alice said with a mischievous smile.

“I don't understand the significance of that," Keith admitted.

“It'd be the same as her bending over, lifting her tail, and begging you to fuck her. The ultimate display of submissiveness to your will. The whole 'letting you land the hit' thing, that is, not the 'bending over' stuff. Lucarios are a little too strong-willed to do that… at least, not on the first date." Alice gave him a long smile, laughter dancing in her eyes.

Keith frowned slightly, and then sighed. “So I've got a lusty lucario coming at me who expresses affection by hitting me?"

“That's the long and short of it, yes," Alice said with a smirk.

“You're enjoying this."

“I never pretended otherwise."

“Does she do this to every guy that comes along?" Keith asked plaintively.

“I caught her watching one of your dvds once…" Alice said with a smirk. “She seemed to be… enjoying it quite a lot. I showed her the previews Violet Enterprise put up the other day… the one where you were dominating that poor, poor braixen. She could barely contain herself!"

Keith pursed his lips again.

“I'll let you fuck her," Alice said bluntly.

Keith blinked, swallowing thickly for a moment and then looking away, clearing his throat. “What?"

“I'll let you fuck her," Alice repeated, deadpan. “You can even do it on film if that'll make you feel better about it."

“Why do I feel as thou-"

“I want my arcanine, yes," Alice cut him off, smiling innocently.

“This seems kind of manipulative," Keith said uncomfortably.

“Oh come on," Alice responded, rolling her eyes. “You're going to fuck her. Probably sooner rather than later. But if leaving you two alone in a room for a while gets me my arcanine a little sooner… I'm not above taking advantage of the situation."

“You're not really above taking advantage of any situation, are you?" Keith asked flatly.

Alice shrugged. “To an extent. I know what I want. My scruples are just a little lower than yours. It's not like I'm ordering her to fuck you. She wants it. She wants you. I know for fact-" Lucia dropped her voice to a low, seductive whisper, “-that she fantasizes about you bending her over and going balls-deep in her."

Keith tried to say something, but it got caught in his throat, and he cleared it with a firm grunt.

“And judging from your reactions, you quite want that as well," Alice said with a knowing smile.

“You are one of the worst human beings I have ever had the displeasure of interacting with," Keith stated.

Alice smirked. “And yet you're going to get me my arcanine, and you're going to fuck Lucia senseless."

Keith frowned, scratching at the chipped edge of the paint on the table, before sighing. “Yes. Yes I am going to fuck your lucario."

Alice just smiled. “Now, c'mere and I'll fix up your injuries. You might want to invest in a bottle of potion of your own though. I can almost guarantee you Lucia will become more… insistent the more pent-up she gets."

“That sounds like a threat," Keith grumbled, ambling around to her side of the table.

“It's not a threat. I'm just saying that getting me my arcanine sooner will result in less bodily harm coming to you!"

---

Aleda was sitting on a chair and nibbling on the edge of a pancake, while Tammy was standing on the table itself and quite happily licking the syrup off the other side of the same pancake.

Keith was staring at his tablet, massaging his shoulder. Even after the potion was applied, it still had a deep-seated ache like he'd laid on it wrong for a long time or overstressed it throwing a ball.

Fiona's picture was on the tablet screen. She was flashing a camera a saucy wink and a 'peace' sign with one hand. Keith was idly dragging the 'call' button on the screen to the right, and then sliding it back before the call could start. He'd been fiddling with the tablet all the morning, staring at it.

With a faint sigh, Keith slid the bar all the way to the right, and Fiona's face took up the entire tablet followed a few seconds later by the sound of ringing.

“Fiona speaking!" came the response from the tablet.

Keith turned away from Aleda and Tammy, and then stood up and started to pace back and forth, shielding the tablet from the two foxes. “Uh, hi."

“What's up, Keith?"

Keith frowned a little bit, chewing on his tongue for a moment. “I uh… have a strange question. But uhm, how's it going first?"

“Oh, it's going fine. Just sitting on a cruise ship waiting to get to Hoen."

“Oh? Who are you doing over there?" Keith asked smoothly.

Keith heard the roll of Fiona's eyes in her tone as she answered: “Actually this is a business trip. The non-pleasurable kind of business."

“I didn't think Violet Enterprise did that kind of business. Or are you moonlighting?" Keith asked curiously.

“Violet Enterprise does a whole lot more than you think. Usually through subsidiaries so that our porn-name isn't plastered all over everything. I'm actually requisitioning some pokeblock machines over in Hoenn. They haven't caught on very much in other regions but we think we can branch out into connoisseur pokeblocks for pampered pokemon."

“That sounds… very sound," Keith said blankly. “So it's not all sex and wine, is it?"

“I squeeze business in between the sex," Fiona said so easily that Keith couldn't tell if she was being serious or not.

After a few seconds of awkward silence, Fiona spoke up, “So how much do you need?"

Keith blinked once. “Excuse me?"

“Money?" Fiona offered.

“Oh, you think I'm ringing for a raise or a loan or something," Keith said nervously, cottoning on, before clearing his throat with a little cough. “I'm actually pretty good for money. Even though Aleda annihilated my savings."

“...So?" Fiona asked, a little impatiently. “What do you want?"

Keith took a deep breath, thinking for a few moments, wondering how best to phrase it. “I'm uh… I'm just wondering… Can I… borrow a pokemon for a while?"

“I already told you we don't do that, Keith. If you want to fuck a specific pokemon you either need to do it on film or woo said pokemon," Fiona said sternly.

Keith gave a slightly anxious noise. “That's not really... It's not for me."

Fiona paused. “...Interesting. So you want to borrow a pokemon, why?"

“Sexual reasons, of course," Keith said simply. “I picked up… a stray. Of sorts. She really really wants some alone time with a male arcanine."

“And you're doing this out of the goodness of your heart?" Fiona asked knowingly.

Keith laughed nervously. “She uh… said she'd let me watch."

Fiona's tinkling laugh echoed through the tablet's speakers. “Oh my. You have become bolder."

“And, and!" Keith said, clearing his throat. “Her lucario is really taken with me and she said I could uh… you know. Do things to her. On film. If the lucario agrees, of course."

Fiona laughed again. “You have grown into your role. But… if I'm expected to get you an arcanine to 'borrow', you know you have to give me a film for the trouble. So either you star in a naughty with the arcanine, or… you convince your female friend to do so."

“Completely not possible," Keith said immediately. “She's uhm, a little bit famous? Or well, high class? Wait. No. She is not high class. Her father is rich though. And moderately famous. So she can't be seen on film fucking pokemon or it would be… You know, bad?"

“I understand completely and I probably can't help, then," Fiona said bluntly. “There are rules all employees of the company have to follow. I can't bend them and show favoritism."

Keith sighed faintly. “I… understand. Well, if anything changes, and you've got an arcanine laying around that wants a vacation and a guaranteed eager girl, then let me know."

“Will do…" Fiona said, trailing off. There was a tapping from the other end of the line, and Keith assumed she was drumming her fingers against whatever she was sitting on. “Actually…"

“I'm listening?" Keith asked carefully.

“We do have a 'contract' of sorts… Are you still in Olivine?"

Keith blinked once. “Yes, I am. I mean, at least I think I am. I don't remember much after my last shoot, to be honest. How did you know?"

“Your latest shoot with the ladies," Fiona said with a giggle. “It's a slow month this month, so I know all of the shoots coming up and where they're taking place. It's my job!"

“So, yeah, I'm still there, pretty sure," Keith reaffirmed.

Fiona gave a long, thoughtful hum, and then sighed once. “I'm… hesitant to give a contract like this to someone who's so… new to Violet Enterprises. But considering you're asking for favours to get hold of specific pokemon, I think I can trust you're not going to bow out any time soon."

Keith frowned at that, and then looked back over his shoulder at Aleda and Tammy, watching the vulpix licking firmly at the end of the syrup bottle while the ninetales idly laid a paw on it to make sure more syrup was forthcoming.

Could he ever go back to doing something other than Violet Enterprise work?

“Yeah, I uh… I like what I do," Keith admitted, sounding surprised with his own confession. “Not where I thought I'd be six months ago, for sure. But… it's nice."

“Good, good. Well… I'm trusting you with something a little more… involved this time," Fiona said carefully.

Keith gave a thoughtful hum. “Three pokemon at once?"

“There won't be… well, actually, there will be sex involved. But it won't be part and parcel of this particular contract."

“Non-sex contract?" Keith asked, frowning. “Are you going to make me haggle for a moomoo-milk license for you?"

Fiona giggled again. “A good guess, but no. Over in Ecruteak, we have a… research subdivision. Specifically, they're working with… well, that's not important. Actually, maybe it is…" She trailed off, giving an annoyed noise. “Fine, I'll tell you all of it. But this is not publicly available information and I expect you to treat it as such."

“I don't much talk to anyone who isn't a pokemon," Keith admitted.

Fiona gave a derisive snort. “Fine, fine. We have a research lab operating under a subdivision company in Ecruteak. There are stories passed down through the generations of legendary pokemon that existed there. Five, in fact. Through some investigative digging, we've managed to figure out what each of them are. Suicune, entei, raikou, ho-oh, and lugia."

“I remember reading something about those first three, but they're all myths, aren't they?" Keith asked guardedly.

Fiona was a little too quick to respond. “Yep, just legends. Or at least… they are now. They did exist at one point in time, because we found… evidence."

“You have proof that legendary pokemon existed?" Keith asked carefully.

“A few scraps," Fiona said evasively.

“Museums would pay so much for that," Keith breathed.

Fiona gave a derisive sound. “Yes, they would. And we're going to give it to said museums for free once we… finish our experiments. Our lab is using the scraps for… reference points. Pokemon as old as those have completely different genetic codes to those around these days, and it helps advance certain aspects of our research."

Keith frowned, scratching his chin anxiously. “What… what are you doing with it?"

“Making medical breakthroughs," Fiona said seriously. “Our lab at ecruteak recently came up with a very special mixture that needs testing."

“So I'm going to be a lab-rattata?" Keith asked flatly.

“No, no," Fiona responded soothingly. “We're not testing it on humans. We're testing it on pokemon."

“Okay, so, what is it? Some new super epic potion?" Keith asked carefully.

Fiona paused for a long moment. “It's a devolution spray."

Keith sucked in a breath. “Really?"

“Uh huh. We only have a prototype at the moment. And of course, we need a test subject for it. Eevee is the only proper fit, obviously. Malleable genetic code. If it doesn't work on an eevee, it won't work on anything else," Fiona explained. “We have one, I believe you met her at the headquarters."

Keith thought back, thinking to the eevee that had been getting stuffed from both ends, and then nodded to himself. “Yeah, I remember her."

“Well, she's agreed to have the spray tested on her. But first, she wants one last video as an eevee, as a momento. And she's to be evolved into a leafeon in case it doesn't work," Fiona said simply. “So you'd be tasked with doing her on film and then evolving her, and then taking her to the laboratory for the test procedure."

“I see. Well, I don't see a problem with that," Keith responded.

“Very well. I'll have her sent over to the Ecruteak pokecentre. You can pick her up whenever you're ready. Tomorrow would be ideal," Fiona said with a smile in her voice. “We'll pay you for the research contract, but the film with the eevee, you'll be doing that one for free. And in return, I'll find an arcanine for you to borrow for a couple weeks."

Keith straightened a little bit at that, and couldn't help but smile slightly. “Okay, cool. Sounds like a plan. And uh, about the legendary pokemon…"

Fiona's tone was a little more guarded as usual as she responded, “Yes?"

“So you know they definitely existed?" Keith queried.

“We're using their genetic code as templates for research into evolution so… yes. We are definitely certain they existed."

“Could they…" Keith trailed off, picking his words carefully. “Do you think they could still be around?"

“Not a damn chance," Fiona said rather quickly. There was a pause, and her tone softened slightly. “I mean, they could still be around…. Somewhere. But none of us will ever see one."

Keith frowned to himself, thinking back to that day on the beach. “Yeah. No way they'd reveal themselves to people even if they did exist."

“Right," Fiona responded firmly. “But at least you can fuck one in your fantasies with Zaria, right?"

“Right," Keith said, giving his own slightly forced laugh. “Well, I'll head off to Ecruteak today or tomorrow, and get that contract done."

“Very well. Keep me posted. If you've got any questions, I'm just a call away. Most of the information will be in the contract I send over."

“Thanks," Keith said sincerely. “For everything."

“Oh, and Keith?"

Keith paused. “Yes?"

“Pick up some moomoo milk. For yourself. You need some more stamina. Especially if you're passing out after shoots," Fiona suggested.

Keith wrinkled his nose. “It's that damn 'attract'. It just… wears me out."

“Many of our male actors complain of the same problem for the first few months. Until then, you want moomoo milk, or some of that special lemonade they make for pokemon. It's weirdly sour, but it'll keep you on your feet."

“Okay, thanks for the tip," Keith responded, making a mental note to get some of the milk.

“I'll send you through that contract now, have fun with your wild pokemon sex. I feel like you're going to have a busy week or two."

Keith gave a slightly anxious laugh. “Yeah, There's a lot of… opportunities all lined up for me."

“Remember Keith, the information about our lab and what they do is confidential."

“I'll remember."

“Have fun, Keith."

“You too, Fiona."

---

The sun was almost setting, colouring the treetops golden-brown by the time Keith's group saw Ecruteak City in the distance. It has been a long day's travel, north from Olivine, past row after row of wheat being patrolled by watchful growlithes trying to keep stantler and various other pokemon out of the fields. Silos and barns filled with content moomoos eventually petered out, and the forest crept closer and closer to the road, until the road itself turned right and disappeared into the trees.

Though they had passed a couple trainers having a battle on the side of the road, the road was largely empty save for tauros-drawn carts carrying farm produce and tired-looking farmers looking to offload their wares.

Aleda had been unusually brusque with Keith all day, and he wasn't even sure why. Tammy and her occasionally exchanged a flurry of pokespeak before Aleda would shoot him a haughty glance. Lucia obviously heard what they were saying, and clearly did not approve of what was being said. Alice was completely oblivious to it all, and had her nose buried in her phone, reading up on stock trends or housing management if the thumbnails on the screen Keith occasionally saw were anything to go by. Lucia would nudge her with a foot every now and again, correcting her if she walked off track. The only time Alice had really looked up was when Lucia pointed out an arcanine lazing in the sun. She had her eyes glued to him until they were completely out of sight.

---

Keith was huffing and puffing by the time they passed the first buildings on the outskirts of Ecruteak. There was a slight rise all the way to the city proper and all four of them were hurrying with the greying skies above threatening rain.

Keith had stopped at the side of the road to read a map of the town looking for the Pokecenter when the first drops of rain started to splash down. Tammy disappeared underneath Aleda's tails, and Alice found a well-folded umbrella somewhere in the bags Lucia was carrying, opening it up and resting it on her shoulder.

Grumbling to himself, Keith set off for the Pokecenter, which was located near the centre of town. The streets were mostly deserted with the rain, but candlelight and proper electrical lighting flickered in doorways and windows as they passed. An aura of mist seemed to surround Aleda, and the pavement she walked over was completely dry as she passed, and then quickly speckled with the rain again. Keith could feel the heat coming off her body even from several metres away. The rain that ended up anywhere near her evaporated almost immediately.

By the time Keith got inside the Pokecenter, he was mostly soaked, and carefully placed his tablet on a table where water wouldn't seep into it from his wet clothes. Aleda gave him a very put-upon huff, and practically bowled him over, quickly brushing her tails from his head to his feet in a smooth motion. A wave of intense heat washed over him, like he had just opened an oven and stood directly in the air that was expelled. He was mostly dry afterwards, with a little bit of dampness still in his hair and other places, but it was a marked improvement.

“Thanks," Keith mumbled, and tried to pet Aleda's head, but she ducked out of the way and then pulled herself up onto a chair to curl up and stare at him resentfully.

Keith just shook his head in confusion, and then headed for the PC in the corner.

“So, what are we doing here?" Alice asked, twirling her umbrella for a moment and then folding it neatly away.

Keith opened his mouth to respond before he realised he wasn't supposed to tell anyone what he was actually doing there. “Oh, uh, visiting the towers out here, of course. Sightseeing, you know?"

Alice arched an eyebrow at him and Lucia gave a rather pointed, derisive 'Luca'.

“What?" Keith asked defensively, holding his tablet close enough to the PC that it would pick up the chip inside.

“You're a really awful liar," Alice stated simply.

Keith pursed his lips, and then looked around, before lowering his voice to almost a whisper. “I'm here to fuck an eevee, okay?"

“Better," Alice said with a sweet smile, apparently convinced by a half-truth.

Keith turned back to the PC, and tapped through the screens to accept his mail. The little rack on the side of it beeped and then extended, showing two pokeballs. Frowning, Keith took both of them, pocketing them and taking an Ecruteak brochure from the stand next to the PC. A big map of Ecruteak was on the inside of it, showing hotels and various tourist places to visit.

Keith cast his gaze around for an umbrella or something similar, but the Pokecenter only had a stock of potions in a little fridge with a glass door on the counter. The pokemart a few doors down probably had one, but by the time he got there in the rain he'd be soaked again anyway. Giving a weary sigh, he picked the hotel that was closest on the map, calculated which way it would be in the rain, and then set off at a rather brisk walk towards it. He held a arm over his face as he charged through the pelting rain, and almost walked right past the entrance to the hotel. It was an arched trellis with some kind of red berries growing on it, which Keith suspected were leppa berries.

The big oak front door swung open easily, and Keith stepped inside, shivering a little to get the water off his clothes again. It was probably time to invest in at least a cap, even if he hated how it made him look like some rookie trainer.

“Welcome, dearies," a wizened old lady said from behind a desk, placing her paperback book down on the counter to give the group her full attention. “Need a room or just sheltering from the rain?"

“I'll take a room, thanks," Keith said, brushing a hand through his hair to smooth some of the water out of it and stop it from dripping into his eyes.

“I'll take another, if you have one," Alice added.

Keith looked over his shoulder at her, and paused for a moment to look Lucia up and down. The lucario was glistening with water, outlining her curves and sleek muscles. She tilted her head at him, and he looked away quickly, shuffling his feet.

“Okay, dearie," the elderly lady responded, holding out a key towards him. “Room seven."

“Thanks," Keith said, giving a furtive glance over his shoulder at Lucia before heading towards his room.

---

The hotel rooms were all lined up in a row, with brick walls and cozy furniture. However, the brick walls did little to keep in warmth, and the air within was quite chilly. Aleda immediately claimed the single bed against the wall, curling up into a circle of golden-white fluff tipped with orange.

Tammy almost pulled the towels off the bed as she scrambled to get up onto it, finally heaving herself over the edge and then finding a place amongst the tails to curl up.

Keith went to the entrance to the bathroom, removing his shirt and throwing it haphazardly over the towel rack to dry. While he fumbled in his backpack for a new shirt to put on, and with goosebumps rising on his skin, he pulled out the two pokeballs from his bag. Both of them were simple black balls with a white button and the red 'Violet Enterprises' symbol emblazoned on the centre button.

Aiming one of them towards the middle of the room, he released the pokemon within.

Immediately, all the spare space in the room seemed to evaporate as a large arcanine appeared, almost knocking the bed out of the way as he sat down heavily. He was holding a piece of laminated paper in his mouth, with a square with various panels of black and white within it. A QR code.

“Oh, one sec," Keith said, scrambling to collect his thoughts, as the arcanine held up the laminated piece of paper. He definitely had not expected to have an arcanine already!

His tablet beeped as he took the picture, and a few moments later the QR code was resolved and a new window showed up, automatically logging him into the Violet Enterprises systems.

A biography popped up for the arcanine, as well as a note from Fiona to 'Treat him well'. His name was 'Atlas' and he was on loan from a male trainer for a week for 'training and stress-relief purposes'.

“Uh, hi, Atlas," Keith said uncertainly.

Aleda was staring at the arcanine, and then snorted once and went back to resting her chin on her paws, while Tammy hid underneath a trio of tails.

“Arc!" Atlas said, rising to his paws, that voluminous tail giving a little swish and almost knocking the lamp beside the bed over.

“You're kinda… Arceus you're huge," Keith said, shaking his head. “Do you mind… going back in the ball until tomorrow? I'll introduce you to Alice and you two can… 'get to know each other'."

Atlas perked his ears slowly, and then gave a short nod. “Arc!"

“Thanks," Keith said with an inward sigh of relief, lifting the pokeball to return the arcanine to it.

A little more hesitantly this time, he aimed his other pokeball at the centre of the room. A flash of light revealed a little eevee, holding another laminated card in her mouth.

More familiar with the method this time, Keith snapped a picture of the code, and waited for his tablet to bring up the proper page, giving him a biography on the eevee. Her name was 'Summer' and the shoot was scheduled for the next day, inside the Bell Tower.

“Hi Summer," Keith said with a little bit of a shiver, picking up the edge of the blanket to the larger bed and then slipping in under it.

“Vee!" Summer responded, pulling herself up onto the bed with him and giving a lazy stretch, before narrowing her eyes at him in recognition.

“Yep," Keith said with a slight chuckle, pulling the blankets up to his shoulders. “I met you back at the headquarters."

“Vee!" Summer responded, pointing a paw at him accusingly.

Keith frowned. “I was not spying! The door was open!"

Summer narrowed her eyes at him suspiciously, sitting on her rump and glowering at him for several long moments. “...Vee."

Keith smirked a little and reached over to boop her nose with a finger. “Considering how you were showing off, I doubt you would have cared if I was."

The eevee glowered at him some more, and then smirked herself, tail giving a twitch, before she gave an innocent 'Vee!' in response.

---

After calling room service for a dinner of dumplings and salad, the drumming of the rain on the roof quickly lulled Keith into a deep, happy sleep beneath the heavy covers. Sometime during the night, either Summer or Tammy had crawled in underneath the covers with him. There was something warm and fluffy right against his chest and lower belly, forming a pleasant lump against him.

Keith swam up out of the haze of unconsciousness with the faintest of groans, realising belatedly that there was a warm, silky-soft tongue slowly swirling against the achingly-stiff tip of his cock.

Stifling another groan, Keith pulled back the blankets to find Summer curled up against his belly, eagerly working her tongue over his tip, one paw holding his base while the other pressed his pants down low enough that she could work unimpeded. With the blanket pulled back, she paused and curled to peek up at him, giving a giggle and a sly little 'Vee!' before turning back to her work. Soft lips closed over his tip, and a powerful tongue ground along the sensitive cap of his cock while she started to bob eagerly up and down on him.

Keith panted heavily through his nose, toes clenching into the blankets and a dribble of precum spilling over Summer's tongue. She gave a muffled, eager little 'vee!' and swallowed against him, redoubling her suckling to coax out more.

“F-fuck…" Keith breathed, kicking the covers down towards his ankles and then reaching down to slip his pants down to his knees, leaving Summer full access to his stiff length. One of his hands automatically found the back of her head, and he pressed gently, coaxing her to bob a little deeper and faster on him.

“Vul?"

Keith's heart almost stopped as he found Tammy's little face peeking over the edge of the bed, staring at what Summer was doing to him.

Summer perked an ear back at the vulpix, pausing in her motions, before giving a muffled giggle and going right back to bobbing on his cock.

“Uh h-hi T-Tammy…" Keith managed to stutter out in between hisses of delight as the little eevee swallowed around his tip.

“Vul!" Tammy responded, clambering up onto the bed and then standing over Summer so that she could watch what the eevee was doing.

“Uhhh, no, Tammy, you shouldn't…" Keith trailed off into a soft, stifled groan as Summer deepthroated him without warning, swallowing eagerly around his tip and then pulling off to wash his tip with eager, rapid swirls of her soft tongue.

Keith almost went cross-eyed as a second tongue joined in. It was so impossibly soft and smooth. It was like the warmest, smoothest silk being slowly draped across his cock. Once he managed to gather himself enough to look down, he found both Summer and Tammy assaulting his cock with flicking licks of smooth pink tongues.

“Nn… T-Tammy, that's…" Keith grunted, his feet pressing into the mattress harder as he resisted the urge to shove his hips towards the two lovely muzzles working at him.

“Pix!" Tammy beamed, giving another series of eager licks to his tip, while Summer lapped around his crown in rougher laps and swipes.

“Fuck!" Keith hissed between clenched teeth, reaching down to both of their scruffs to try and pull them back. “T-too much! S-stop!"

Summer relented, but Tammy continued to lick at him eagerly, before catching that the eevee had stopped and also relenting, blinking up at him. “Vul?"

Keith licked his lips, trying to catch his breath, his cock still twitching faintly. “That was too much," he panted down at them both.

Summer arched an eyebrow, and then exchanged a glance with Tammy, before a sly smirk spread across her little brown muzzle. “Vee. Eevee," she murmured to Tammy.

“Vul?"

“Vee!"

Keith looked back and forth between them both, trying to work out what they were saying, before Tammy suddenly turned and sank her little muzzle right over his cock, starting to bob and suckle eagerly. There was a faint graze of teeth, and Keith arched and hissed in response, and the vulpix relented a little, adjusting her muzzle to get the right angle.

“Oh for fucks sake…" Keith groaned, only a little annoyed, pressing his head back into his pillow and then stuffing the back of his hand against his mouth to stifle his moan as another gush of precum spilled from the tip.

Tammy paused then, and pulled back, working her muzzle once or twice as she mulled over the taste on her tongue.

“This is the first time you've done this?" Keith asked, propping himself up on his elbows, staring down at the vulpix.

Tammy looked up at him, and then nodded happily, returning to lapping at his tip with firm, eager swirls of her tongue.

“Fuck," Keith repeated, but couldn't bear to stop the little vixen from pressing her muzzle back over him. He stared at the side of her face as she bobbed up and down on his cock, making up for her lack of experience with a wealth of enthusiasm. She bobbed eagerly up and down, and tightened her muzzle around him, tongue curling against his underside with the motions, squeezing around him all the more intently. The thought of giving Tammy her first mouthful of cum was somehow just making Keith all the more excited.

“Vee," Summer murmured, nudging the vulpix.

Tammy pulled back, licking his tip once more and then panting faintly, tongue hanging out of her muzzle, while Summer took him back into her muzzle and began to bob powerfully on him. Soft, audible, eager little suckling noises left the eevee as she suckled on him with each firm bob of her head, tail swishing back and forth in time with her motions.

Keith panted heavily through his nose, looking back and forth between the two females. Tammy was watching Summer work, almost hypnotised by the motions. Summer kept bobbing on him, eagerly working back and forth, and Keith soon felt that insistent throbbing and tightness in his loins heralding his orgasm. He opened his mouth to ask Summer to stop, so he could give the mouthful to Tammy instead. But then he closed his mouth and looked away, swallowing thickly. Was he really this far gone? It didn't matter which of their mouths he spilled in.

Summer pulled back without prompting, and shot Keith a wicked, knowing smirk, paws grasping either side of his cock to stroke it up and down eagerly while turning to Tammy. “Vee. Eevee. Eevee!"

Tammy perked her ears upwards, blinking once, before tilting her head to the left slightly. “Vul?"

Summer smirked at her, and then opened her mouth up wide, extending her tongue slightly, presenting her open mouth to the vulpix. After a few moments, she closed her mouth. “Vee."

Keith looked back and forth between the two, mystified.

Tammy arched an eyebrow uncertainly, before turning to Keith with a querying little '...vul?' before tilting her head and opening her mouth up, extending her tongue and giving him a coaxing stare.

Keith swallowed thickly, and he felt blood rushing in his ears. In a flash, he managed to roll over onto his knees, shuffling up closer to the vulpix and laying his throbbing cock against her tongue, starting to jerk himself off furiously.

“V-vul?" Tammy murmured, but made sure to keep her mouth nice and wide for him.

“Vee!" Summer soothed, pressing a paw on the back of Tammy's head to keep her from pulling back.

Keith groaned faintly, staring down at the vulpix as his cock throbbing and jerked wildly. He bit his bottom lip, and laid the twitching tip of his cock against her tongue as the first healthy gush of his spunk spurted powerfully right over the back of her tongue and splashed heavily against the roof of her mouth.

Tammy jerked in surprise, eyes widening as her mouth was filled rather quickly with unexpected gushes of human mess, quickly coating her tongue and spilling from the sides of her muzzle.

Summer released her muzzle, and the vulpix pulled back immediately, closing her mouth, cum included, to swallow thickly on instinct, eyes still wide while a stream of white met at the bottom of her chin and started to drip off. She wore another heavy burst of spunk over her muzzle and headcurls before Summer could capture the cocktip in her own mouth, staring up at Keith with a smoldering glare while gush after gush of his urgent spunk barreled into her little muzzle.

“Fuuuuck…" Keith bit off, grasping the back of Summer's head in a palm on instinct and giving her a few firm thrusts, fucking her muzzle as he filled it to capacity with his spunk. With the sudden thrusts, Summer lost her composure, and had to swallow as well, even as gooey white mess spilled from her lips and down over her cheeks.

“V-vee!" she stuttered out as she managed to pull back, blushing hotly, her muzzle quite a mess now.

“Vul!" tammy responded, tackling the eevee without warning and beginning to lick her chin and cheeks clean with eager, rapid licks.

Keith watched this with mild amusement, collapsing back on his butt and shivering with the realisation that he was actually quite cold without the blanket on. Tammy was there to help in a few moments though, burying her muzzle in his lap and beginning to lick him clean, making him jerk and hiss faintly with the laps around his oversensitive cock, even as he pulled the blanket up over her. Summer wiggled down past the covers after a few moments, and Keith watched the two lumps under the blankets seemingly wrestling for a few more moments before laying his head back on his pillow with a content groan.

He didn't notice the pair of red eyes narrowed at him from the bed on the other side of the room.

---

After a breakfast of light salad and croutons, and Keith was off to the Ecruteak Bell Tower for his next shoot. Tammy and Summer walked side-by-side, with Aleda a few steps behind. Alice and Lucia had elected to stay behind at the hotel while Alice looked up real estate trends or something just as boring. Keith hadn't told her about Atlas, not yet. He had a feeling he'd be hunted if he told her he had an arcanine just sitting in a pokeball securely in his bad.

Up ahead, Ecruteak tower stood, jutting out of the forest. Pidgeys and spearow perched atop the eaves, with a sleepy hoothoot perched upon the very top of the roof. Visibly past the big double doors was a large pillar that rhythmically rocked back and forth.

It was an impressive building with impressive architecture, with carved stones representing pokemon in front that were so weathered with age they were unrecognizable.

Romero was already leaning against one of the walls, waiting, smoking a cigarette. He waved Keith over as he approached.

“You sure get around," Keith said by way of hello.

“Jobs a job, you know?" Romero responded, kneeling down on one knee to ruffle Summer's headfur.

“Vee!" Summer purred, rubbing her head against his palm affectionately.

“We got a shoot set up on the fifth floor. It's a bit of a climb. But we won't be bothered," Romero said, before straightening and taking another drag of his cigarette. He licked his thumb and index finger, and then snuffed out his cigarette with it, dropping it into his shirt pocket. “Any plans?"

“Well, I was planning on fucking her senseless," Keith said as smoothly as he could manage.

Romero laughed. “Keeping it simple, eh?"

“Something like that," Keith offered helplessly. “Does there need to be anything before it?"

“It helps," Romero said, scratching his chin thoughtfully. “But the advertising team can just add some blurbs to the description."

“Oh thank Arceus," Keith said with a relieved chuckle. “I honestly had no clue what I was going to do!"

“Is fine," Romero said dismissively. “C'mon, let's get up there. The sooner we get started, the sooner we get done."

---

Keith tried not to look at the central pillar of the bell tower too much. It was a free-standing pillar that constantly swayed back and forth in a rhythmic motion. It was almost completely silent, except for the odd creak, or groan, and was highly unnerving to watch. The entire tower was deserted for the day, some 'day of rest' that the people who maintained the tower took every now and again. Usually, it would be closed to the public, but Violet Enterprise had pulled some of their strings to get a good shoot.

Romero already had his cameras set up, and had several nice shots ready to go, mainly one with the 'pendulum' pillar in the background. Keith was kneeling, side-on to the pillar, and Summer was sitting on her haunches in front of him, watching him.

“So uh, how you wanna start this?" Keith asked with a slightly anxious smile.

Summer peeked up at him, and then rose to her paws, giving the most languid of stretches before slowly slewing around and tilting her tail up over her back for him.

Keith stared as Summer presented that tight little 'vee cunny to him. The soft brown fur of her haunches perfectly outlined those soft rounded lips, with the faintest hint of pink between them, glistening with slight moisture.

Keith licked his lips on reflex, giving a slightly nervous laugh and taking a step forwards on his knee, while Summer looked back over her shoulder at him, arching her rear a little higher into the air with a teasing little 'Vee'.

“Oh, I am going to have some fun with you," Keith murmured, grasping the base of the fluffy brown tail with one hand, while his other hand found her rump and squeezed the soft, furry flesh there firmly, spreading that tight little entrance with the pressure. Bright pink flesh greeted his gaze, and Keith narrowed his eyes down at her as she gave a slightly uncomfortable wiggle.

“V-vee!" she stammered, looking back over her shoulder at him again, giving his nose a little flick with her tail.

Keith adjust his grasp on the eevee, sliding one hand forwards along her form to hold her steady while his other hand twisted slightly and he pressed a single digit against that tight entrance, grinding forwards with a firm pressure to spread her and sink inside.

Immediately, warm, tight inner flesh squeezed down around the end of Keith's finger. Summer was probably the tightest pokemon he had ever felt. Firm inner muscles squeezed down around Keith's finger, with the natural differences in their body sizes not helping matters at all. Even just sinking a second finger into her seemed like it would be a task worthy of a machamp.

“Fucking tight," Keith grunted, reaching up a little higher on Summer's body for better leverage with his other hand, sinking his index finger deeper inside her, twisting it back and forth to help ease it inside.

“Vee!" Summer yipped, her rump raising even higher, most of her weight on her forepaws now. Her tail spasmed occasionally, and those already-tight depths squeezed and clenched around his finger in rhythm.

Keith finally sank his index finger deep enough inside the tight little 'vee that he could start thrusting it back and forth, fingerfucking the eevee with firm grinds of his hand against her. Summer almost melted, her fur standing on end and ecstatic 'Vee!'s leaving her quivering muzzle, her body pushing back into the thrusting of his finger, even as her little forepaws reached around wildly for his wrist.

Securing a grasp on his upper arm, Summer pulled Keith's palm away from her upper body, and then basically devoured the index and ring fingers of his free hand, soft furry lips closing against his last knuckle as she started to suckle lustfully on his fingers as he fucked her with his other hand.

Keith was treated to the sensation of the little eevee sucking on his fingers like a cock, her tongue enthusiastically working along his digits while his other index finger was assaulted by the energetic squeezes and clenches of that impossibly tight cunny. He was forcibly reminded of the first time he met Summer; watching her get double-teamed and filled from both ends.

“You fucking like that?" Keith murmured, just loud enough for the camera to pick up, even as he added a second digit to that tight, clenching tunnel of eevee flesh.

“V-vee!" Summer responded, muffled by his fingers stuffed almost down her throat, suckling an enthusiastic affirmative.

Keith swallowed thickly, and then carefully withdrew his fingers from her muzzle, coaxing them out of her mouth. “C'mon," he grunted, slipping his hand down to his pants to hurriedly undo the button at the front, and then the zipper. “I've got something much better to go in your muzzle."

“Vee!" Summer crooned, turning around obediently, almost stretching Keith's wrist until it hurt with his finger buried in her. He carefully slid his finger out of that sweltering cunny as well, and worked on shuffling his pants open enough to free his achingly stiff cock, letting it spring free so hard it almost bounced off the eevee's nose.

Without any prompting, Summer immediately sank her muzzle down over him, spreading soft brown lips over his cock while that velvety-soft tongue swirled in eagerly motions around his tip.

“F-fuuuuck…" Keith breathed, a hand resting on the back of her head gently. “You like sucking dick, don't you?"

Summer peered up at him with her mouth full of human cock, and gave a short little jerky nod, cheeks flushing faintly as she tilted her head back down to start bobbing enthusiastically on him.

Keith tried his best not to grind towards her little muzzle, stifling faint moans as the tight eevee muzzle worked down his cock. She could only get a few inches down before he threatened to sink into her throat. Summer evidently wanted to go all the way, arching and tilting his stiff cock towards her, preparing to press down until he was buried in her throat, but Keith stopped her with a finger on her nose.

“Nooo, no little 'vee," Keith chided gently, stroking her headfur affectionately, before his smile turned wicked. “I have somewhere much more fun to blow my load."

“Vee?" Summer asked, giving a light lick right against his very tip as she pulled back, sitting on her haunches and peering up at him speculatively.

Keith clenched his hands, resisting the urge to grab Summer and just her face until he came, and motioned with his head towards one of the low benches ringing the walls of the bell tower. “Lay down on one of those."

Summer gave him a querying look, before rising to her paws and sauntering over towards one of the benches, clambering up onto it and giving a slow, exaggerated sweeping motion of her tail, making sure to show off everything to Keith as she did.

Keith wasted no time in stalking over to the bench, kicking off his pants as he went and then picking up Summer, rolling her over onto her back and ignoring her weak protest. He smirked and straddled the bench, leering down at her, hands smoothing over the impossibly-soft fur of her belly. The throbbing tip of his cock was almost touching her haunches, so close to that slightly-drooling eevee entrance.

“Vee!" Summer protested, huffing up at him and placing her little paws on his wrists, even though her tail curled and draped over his cock, all but urging him to slide forwards.

“Do you want it?" Keith teased, inching a little closer to her, almost letting his tip brushing up against her.

“V-vee!" Summer whined, ears pinning back and paws clutching at his wrists a little tighter. She blushed, and then looked away, mumbling an affirmative 'vee…'

Keith grinned down at her, shuffling forwards further to let his eager cock rest against her inner thighs, brushing against that warm, tight entrance. He stared down at her, shifting to slowly grind back and forth, hotdogging the length of his hardness right against that drooling cunny, teasing her with it.

“V-vee…" Summer whined, staring down between her legs with wide eyes, watching the tip of his cock rise towards her and recede, squirming slightly with the friction against her sensitive outer lips. “Vee!"

“Impatient, are we?" Keith chided, shifting his grasp to hold around her middle, helping to keep her steady as he pulled back all the way to let his cock slip down against her properly, before grinding his hips forwards to press against her.

Both Keith and Summer gave soft noises as the resistance of her impossibly-tight entrance denied him entry, letting his cock slip up against her belly again, his tip now slick with her moisture.

Keith grasped his cock with one hand, helping to hold it firm against the tight entrance he was trying to bury inside, and then ground his hips forwards, putting more pressure on it than before, feeling that snug cunny finally spread and admit his tip.

“V-vee!" Summer hissed, paws pushing up against his chest on reflex as he sank inside her, his tip sinking past that impossible tight entrance, squeezing pink flesh capturing the entire end of his cock. Keith leaned over her further, and heaved against her again, panting with the exertion as he finally got the first few inches buried inside. She was so incredibly tight it was almost painful.

With a heated growl, Keith lunged forwards harder and more intently, spreading the little vee further and further, rocking and grinding his hips with incessant motions until he finally managed to get all but the last inch of his cock buried in her snug cunny.

Keith's cock throbbed wildly within her, pulsing like a finger with a rubber band around the base. The entrance to that tight body was so much tighter than the rest of her that those first couple of inches squeezed down on him tight enough to almost constrict bloodflow.

“S-so fucking tight!" Keith growled between clenched teeth.

“Vee!" Summer huffed, pushing paws against his chest again, chest rising and falling in time with her rapid breathing.

Panting softly, Keith started to pull back, slipping back just an inch or two and then grinding forwards again, biting his tongue at the sensation of those tight depths squeezing and clenching around him so rhythmically. She was just so tight inside and so perfectly snug that even her regular squeezes were coaxing him towards just spilling his load inside her.

“Y-you're something else," Keith managed to pant, as he drew back and gave another firm thrust deep inside the little eevee.

Summer whined in delight, pushing paws powerfully against his chest and arching her back, trying to press her hips down towards his motions.

Keith could see the pendulum pillar out of the corner of his eye, and he matched his motions to it, sliding back slowly, waiting for the pillar to begin moving back, and then timing his thrust so that it matched; slowly, firmly driving his stiff cock into that tight eevee cunt. The mechanical motion gave him something to focus on othen that the squeezing, intensely tight, soft flesh of an eevee pussy squeezing around his cock and all but trying to coax out his cum.

Keith could see why Summer was so popular around the headquarters, especially given how eager she seemed to be to get double-teamed. Already, just a minute or two into fucking her, he was having to resist the urge to just go to town on her and make her squeal.

Summer yipped and 'vee'd aloud as Keith's long, languid thrusts finally got him balls-deep inside her, his tip thudding up against something so very, very deep inside her that it sent a jolt through the little eevee, making her jerk and twitch.

“F-fuck!" Keith hissed, grinding against her tightly. “I think I hit your fucking cervix!" his tone was equal parts amazement, disgust, and intrigue. There was something perverse and empowering about knowing he was filling the little eevee to the absolute brim.

“V-vee!" Summer hissed behind clenched teeth, cheeks flushing deeply and hindlegs squirming against him, those tight depths just squeezing around him in tight clenching spasms, seemingly a natural reflex to having something buried so very deeply inside her.

Keith stared down at her. Everything, from her expression, to her little whimpers, her whiny 'vee's, the clenching of her suckling cunt around his cock. Everything about her was begging him to go to town on her and his resistance was rapidly eroding.

“I'm… I'm going to fuck you now," Keith murmured, grasping her hips and tugging her against him, leaning over slightly more. He drew back a few inches, and then shoved forwards, only to draw back again and shove forwards once more, rocking the little eevee back and forth with a sudden flurry of urgent, lustful thrusts.

Summer's paws grasped his wrists, and then his arms, and then up to his chest and finally his neck and cheeks, tugging him down against her muzzle. She kissed him, an urgent, eager lashing of tongue pressing up into his muzzle.

Keith didn't know how to respond, but it felt so deliciously wrong and so deviously right to be kissing the eevee he was rutting that he just went with it, suckling lewdly on her tongue and grinding his own against her as he fucked her with wild, eager thrusts. He made sure his hips buried against her powerfully at the end of each thrust, giving a pointed grind of his achingly stiff tip right up against her deepest barrier, enjoying the shock that passed down her form and the resultant squeeze around his cock as he drew back for another eevee-shattering thrust.

Summer was rapidly losing her composure, head lolling back as she broke the kiss, tongue hanging free from the corner of her muzzle and her hindlegs weakly trying to clutch at him. “Vee! Vee! Vee!" she whimpered in time with his deepest thrusts, her little body rocking back and forth in rhythm and tight cuntflesh squeezing and clenching around him with a sense of urgency.

Keith held the little eevee close as he fucked her senseless, quickly losing himself to a primal urgency of fucking her like there was no tomorrow. It was all too soon that he felt the familiar tightening deep within his loins. “I'm gonna fucking cum," he growled, gathering her against his chest without even slowing his urgent humps. “Do you want it? Do you want your trainer's spunk in your fucking womb?"

“V-vee!" Summer mumbled, flushing a brilliant red with her 'trainer's' dirty talk, her ears pinning back. It was a full second before she started to nod with giddy enthusiasm, giving voice to urgent, almost begging little 'vee's.

Forgoing with any pretense of gentleness, Keith started to fuck Summer with wild, harsh motions, rocking her little body back and forth atop the bench, his hips pounding into her own over and over again. The tight squeezes of soft flesh around him was becoming maddening, and he needed to fuck her harder, but the sheer tightness of that little eevee was stopping him.

Keith settled for urgent rutting motions, just a few inches in and out, rocking back and forth at a fever pitch, palms holding around Summer's 'shoulders' to help tug her against him as he hit his final strokes. Stabbing motions of his hips shoved his cock deep, deep inside her, bumping up against that final barrier so very deep inside her. Summer cried out finally, and she clenched around him so tightly he could barely move. And then, those impossibly tight inner muscles started to convulse, squeezing and clenching and coaxing around him from base to tip.

Keith snarled aloud, holding himself balls-deep in Summer as the rhythmic clenching and squeezing of her orgasm coaxed out his own. His cock stiffened, and then jerked, and then sudden heavy gushes of human spunk splashed directly against her cervix, splattering in hot, heavy gushes across her insides and pooling against her deepest reaches. Even as he spilled within her, that tight flesh continued to coax and squeeze, milking out his orgasm until it was almost painful, his repeated spurts just contributing to cramming the poor eevee even more full of human spunk.

After a good thirty seconds of mind-bending bliss, Keith came down, panting and shaking and almost falling across Summer.

Summer was a puddle of eevee, just laying flat against the bench and panting heavily, head turned to the side and chest heaving, staring at the wall unseeingly.

Keith glanced down, and the only evidence of their mingled orgasm was a slight film of mess, drooling from around his embedded cock.

Grunting a little, Keith slipped back, slowly sliding his cock from a thoroughly-fucked eevee cunny, until it finally popped free, followed by a messy slick of their mingled liquids.

Shuffling backwards slightly, Keith collapsed forwards onto his chest, resting his head rather gently on Summer's stomach, poking her shoulder lightly. “Hey, you okay?"

Summer stirred and rolled slightly towards him, her eyes hazy, and then leaned down to lick his forehead. “V-vee!"

“I agree entirely," Keith said unhelpfully, chuckling and ruffling her headfur.

Summer just laid her head back down on the bench and resumed panting, chest heaving with her intense breaths.

Romero stepped from behind the camera, and offered Keith a bottle of water.

Keith took it gratefully, unscrewing the cap and taking several gulps and then holding it slightly askance so that Summer could grasp around the edge of it and lap some water for herself.

“I see you're settling in to your job rather well, eh?"

Keith grumbled an affirmative, wincing a little bit as he tried to sit up properly. His cock felt somehow wringed. He pulled his other leg over the bench, so he could sit on it properly, and try to catch his breath.

A moment later, Keith gasped and arched slightly, hand automatically finding the back of Summer's head as the eevee draped herself over his thigh and started to clean his used cock with eager licks of that velvety tongue.

“Oh fuck you are the naughtiest eevee," Keith chided.

Summer peered up at him, eyes sparkling, and then returned to cleaning him with neat, firm licks.

Keith stroked her headfur automatically, toes clenching at the floor as she cleaned his oversensitive length.

He couldn't be sure if his job was the best in the world.

But it had to be close.