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He was still asleep. I was too sore to. It was amazing. Everything he did to me the night before. It completed something in me, the way he used me. The way he treated me. I knew he loved me, but just knowing he hadn’t held back, hadn’t held anything back, it felt so right, so wrong. So perfect.

“Like a filthy whore.” I said, a dreamy sigh escaping me before Tempest shifted her weight on my back, kneading at muscles that protested even existing. I’d be sore for days, but even so, it felt good, lingering memories of all the ways he used me. All the ways I satisfied him.

“And what did I tell you about letting him hurt you?” She didn't hold back with me. She hadn't, not really, to begin with. But ever since that fight with the meditite, it just felt like we were closer. More open. Tempest and I were a lot of things that master was to us both, and some things he couldn't be. Woman to woman, and pokemon to pokemon.

“You were right, but… oh, that's the spot… I'll be paying for it for days.” I couldn't stifle the sound, almost lewd, as parts of me relaxed… and others stirred. I didn’t really want to, this morning at least. But it still felt so good.

“I'm not surprised. Even that soap of his couldn't really hide the smell of sex. Let alone what he really did.” She danced around saying it. But I knew. Piss, cum, sweat, dirt, a little bath in a cold stream wasn't even close to washing that away. I wondered if I even wanted it to. Some part of me was proud of it. Of knowing, of not hiding away what we’d done.

Eevee sighed, she'd been quiet. Sullen. I tried to get a glimpse, but it had been chaotic. It hurt to look at, and I'd resigned myself to waiting it out. She wasn’t the type to run away, so I knew she’d figure it out, given some time.

Tempest was feeling less charitable. “You do realize neither of us are going to care, let alone stop you if you go get him to give you what you need, right?”

Charmer. Still, it was plain as day what it was about. There wasn’t much either of us could do about it, either way.

She didn't dignify it with an answer, instead stepping out into the growing dawn. I knew without asking that she would be close. And that nothing either of us could say would help. It was between her, and master.

“You're getting distracted… a little lower, please?” I asked, pulling Tempest out of the moment and back to helping me. It wouldn’t have helped anything to have the two of them arguing over things, and I was feeling a little selfish.

“Fine, fine. But you owe me a favor. Ha, maybe I can get him to mess me up as bad. Ooh. Think I can make him choke me?”

“That…” It stunned me, but I had the answer, and returned the favor, letting her see, feel, even taste being choked by master, his cock so hard into my mouth it hurt.

“Fuck. Yes. I want that.” Incorrigible, but we both were. Bad girls unite!

She was surprisingly good at giving back rubs, and I kept her happily, and hornily distracted, recounting every filthy thing master did to me. He'd be asleep for a while more. We enjoyed these moments, too.

When he awoke, it was to two very horny girls. Tempest took the lead, put on a show of slobbering all over his cock, with her cunt in my care. Fair was fair, the push and pull between our feelings guiding me to be so rough on her, I personally choked her on master's dick. She trembled, begged for it as I gripped her tail, pulling her against my probing tongue, and pushing her into polishing his shaft.

His brush of contact was warm. Vivid swirls of lust, always a glimmering bronze, against love's silver blue. No words, just the image of us, from his eyes. Love, and passion, and slow, twisting perversion. He loved fucking her in front of me, feeding off of my desire, my yearning. I felt like such a slut, and openly begged for her, when master pushed Tempest down, her nose brushing against my empty cunt while he stuffed hers full. The way master fucked her, I could almost feel it, the way he stretched her open as he drove himself into her just the way she liked. It was right on the edge of hurting her. Pleasure and pain and a sense of pride at how well she could take it. Pride at how good she could make him feel.

She knew my aches. She'd be sharing them. She was so gentle, her tongue probing deep, and slow. As rough as she wanted it from master, she was a surprisingly tender lover to me.

Maybe that's why I had a special place in my heart for her. Who we were to each other was so different from who we were to him. When I came, it was with my own hands stroking the back of Tempest’s head, my body arching, for her. My words for her.

I loved her, too.

It was a lot to feel, all at once, and with a moment of sourness, I realized what the morning unpleasantness had been about. It dulled our climax, but in the aftermath, as I held her, held him, I knew I had to tell her.

“Tempest, we need to give them time alone. A lot of it.” I wondered if it would be enough to make a difference, but all I could do was have a little faith in the two of them to figure things out. No way they could do that with the two of us hanging around.

“Spoil the mood. But I'll follow your lead.” I was grateful that she didn’t protest. Maybe she was just too tired to, but I’d take what I could get.

It wasn't hard to convince him. Neither of us had to fake our aches, actively sought or not. We would find our awareness in a new time, a new place. We would have to trust him to figure out the rest.

I hated the disorienting feeling of being held away from his consciousness. She'd better be grateful.

“Poor girls.” It had been another eventful morning. The two had stirred me with lewd sounds and laughter. And sure, they initiated it, begged for it. But as I clipped the glossy red and white orbs on my belt, I felt guilty. I really was hurting them.

We would need to talk, later.

The eevee seemed surprised, when I came out of the tent, alone. She responded to my greeting, but didn't leave her spot by the fire, as I dismantled the camp, packing up for another long hike.

The sky was cloudy, and the valley filled with thick fog. It was cool, and pleasantly brisk, especially when compared with the prior day's absurd heat. I took a seat by the eevee, splitting a canned breakfast.

She was staring at me, and after a moment, I paused between bites, setting down the food.

“Something on your mind?” I asked, reaching out to scratch her, behind the ears. An affection she usually reciprocated, this time was met with a troubled expression and a sigh.

She didn't pull away, but regarded me with a kind of unease that felt similar to when I first talked to her.

“Wish I were psychic, like Claire. Or, at least, could understand what you want to say. I'm sorry.” Her expression softened, and I kept talking. “I'd guess it was last night, and this morning that have you troubled. Only things that happened since your sweet little nap yesterday.”

She sat up at that, and didn't look uneasy at my touch this time.

“All I can do is just promise you that I'm not going to hurt you. Whatever Claire and Tempest and I get up to, it doesn't mean you need to.”

She sighed again, and hopped down from her seat, looking over her shoulder at me as if resigned to just keep on keeping on.

What else could I do? Seemed like I had the wrong answer, or the right answer to the wrong question, at least.

So we walked, the winding road covered by the canopy above us, fog hiding the world away. Seemed an hour passed like that before I saw the signs. A brightly painted gas station greeting us as we entered the sleepy little town.

I scooped up the eevee, cradling her close as we entered the building, and took her straight to the pokemon treats. She looked up at me as I smiled down at her.

“Even if all I can do is something small like this, I want to make you happy. Pick whatever you like!”

I made a point of remembering. She stared for the longest time, then seemed torn between some pecha chews and a payapa dessert. She seemed surprised when I grabbed both, her ears lowering as she regarded me.

“You’re fine, silly! I’d wait all day if you wanted. But admit it, you want both, right? You can have both.”

She perked up at that, her tail twitching with an enthusiastic wag the confines of arm and shoulder weren’t allowing as I headed up to the register. The clerk greeted us with a cheerful smile, and remarked on how happy eevee looked. He slipped in a bottle of pop, a thanks for brightening his day, and we were on our way.

I made a point of walking past the pokemon center, at least, for now, and fed her the pecha chews, as I carried her. She seemed delighted by the treatment, a welcome change from her sullen morning. It took a bit of wandering, but we came to a park, a lot more open than the surroundings. The gray skies put a little bit of a damper on it, but we still played.

It must have been an hour, maybe two. The fog had cleared but the clouds remained, making it a peaceful, cool, quiet day. I was breathless from keeping up with her as she scampered and scrambled over the odd little collection of slides and rope bridges, swings and platforms.

It was a little surprising that such a quiet little place would have a park like that. It even had a fountain. As I sat by the edge of it, and opened the bottle of a now fairly warm drink, she curled up next to me, her head on my lap, panting and happy.

“We should do this more often.” I said, running my hand over her head. “We don’t stop nearly as much as we should to just … enjoy these kinds of things, do we?” I smiled, looking down at her.

She nuzzled into me at that, and something kind of clicked. The little candy treats, the sugary things. The park. Just being held. Listening, to all the inane stuff I had to say.

“You’re sweet. Gentle. Kind. That’s what it is.” I said, as she stared up at me, confused at the outburst. “That’s what I’ve been missing until now. You can be playful, but… even when you’re teasing, you’re soft.”

She nuzzled into me at that, and I took a long, thoughtful sip of the pop. For a moment, I didn’t say anything, and she waited, as I set down the bottle. Waited as I ran my hand over her head. Finally, she pushed her nose into my hand and rolled over. If she was going to wait, she was going to get belly rubs.

My hand through her soft fur reminded me of the punk, the fight. The way she didn’t even get put into the fight. She wasn’t even worth that to him. The way the other pokemon brushed her aside. She was kindness, in an unkind place.

No wonder then, she felt so uneasy about things. Claire was a bit of a schemer, and even without my influence would have been at least a little bit twisted. Tempest was spitfire. She liked it rough, like she had something to prove. And the three of us got on so well…

Small wonder then that this sweet, gentle girl would feel anxiety. Uncertainty. Doubt. Worry. Frustration.

“I think I get it.” I said, ruffling her fur gently. “So… I meant it. Whatever Claire, Tempest and I get up to, that’s how it is for the three of us. You want to be sweet, and cuddly and affectionate? You be sweet, and cuddly and affectionate. I… you don’t have to be anyone but yourself. That’s all I want.”

She stared at me, a long moment passing, before my hand went back to rubbing her belly. Her eyes slowly slid shut and I cradled her like that, just letting the day while away while I held her.

I couldn’t say for sure how long we were there. She dozed off. Maybe I did too. But when I woke up, she was sitting in my lap, and I knew what I wanted to say.

“You don’t have to wait for permission. You don’t have to compete. You’ll always have a place with me. Yours to keep to yourself. Yours to share if you want. You don’t need anyone’s permission to be happy.” I said, with a smile. “So… I think today, maybe tomorrow too, why don’t the two of us go see what’s going on around here? If nothing else, I’d love to come back to this park with you.”

Her nuzzling against me was excited, almost frantic. She seemed overjoyed at the proposition, from the tip of her nose to her wagging tail. I wondered what took me so long to understand her. Poor girl, stuck with a dense trainer like me. Still, even a slow step forward was important and worthwhile.

We wandered around a while, and I tended to the little important details between window shopping and a lunch date. Took care of the recycling, doubled back through the pokemon center, even restocked our food. Mostly, we just meandered. Greeted people, learned a bit about the area.

It was a good day, a peaceful one. Our happy little wandering to the sound of birdsong, the wind in the trees, children’s laughter. I hadn’t had a day like this in ages. She may not have at all.

By the time we got around to finding a place to stay, I was pretty worn out. We settled on a quiet string of cabins on the outskirts. Clean, and comfortable, it was a surprise how cheap the room was, but I wasn’t about to argue against good fortune.

I took my time, washing the eevee first. A new bottle of soap being put to good use. It had been weeks since we had a proper bath, and I made sure she was squeaky clean. Rather… I washed her until she squeaked and squirmed free.

I’d expected her to go find a spot to curl up after I dried her off, but she waited, with surprising patience as I showered. It felt like I was a new man when I finally stepped out. A new, well scoured man.

She lead the way into the main room, hopping up on the bed, as I threw on a clean pair of pants. As I laid back, she curled up against me, her head resting on my chest. My hand ran through her still damp fur, idly caressing her as sleep claimed us.

I doubt she fell asleep first.

I awoke to her curious gaze, the gentle thump of her tail on my stomach. The tickle of her fur against my bare skin. To her nuzzling into my neck. “Good morning, sunshine.” I said, stretching, as she sat up next to me. She leaned into every touch as I ruffled her fur, and kissed the tip of her nose.

She lead the way, as I crossed the room, to the bathroom. Waited near me while I brushed my teeth, and attended to morning rituals.

When I sat back down on the edge of the bed, she was right beside me, her head resting in my lap, tail idly thumping against my side. My hands slid through her fur, and she arched into the touch, before, like she always did, she rolled onto her back, letting me rub her belly.

My touch roamed, wandered freely over her as she writhed beneath my touch, several minutes passing before she stopped me. Her tiny paws gripping at my fingertips, a hesitant look in her eye. She looked away, and her tail, normally curled against her in moments like this, slowly lowered.

My touches grew softer, as I regarded her, took in the sight of her uncertainty, and surrender. I dwarfed her, utterly. Not just in body, but in spirit. That she had offered herself to me like this… it was different. Somehow profound, in a way that wasn't true of Claire or Tempest.

I surprised her with a kiss, but after a moment, found it returned. She was gentle, sweet. Her affection a slow, lingering display. Her paws, tiny, delicate things, brushed against my cheek, and my collarbone as I kissed and caressed her.

She trembled, hesitant, uncertain as I pulled back. She was small, even to my hands. I kept caressing her. Kept letting my fingers run through her fur, wandering over her, again, and again, every bit of her. Sweeping up her belly, teasing the sensitive little nubs of her nipples, scratching at the base of her tail. She arched and writhed and gave me a pleading whine as my fingers cupped her butt.

More and more, I played with her, my fingers learning her sensitive spots, the places that made her tail curl just so. Her fear melting away. Trust, and want, and need taking that place.

The next kiss I gave her, she greedily devoured, tongue probing my mouth with a hunger and a purpose. She arched into my hand as it cupped the warm soft flesh she had presented to me earlier. My probing fingers began to explore it as her tongue claimed mine with singular intensity.

I barely had to move at all, and my tongue claimed her pussy with the same ferocity. She clamped down on me before I’d even begun to probe her depths, sour, spicy orgasm dancing across my palate as she whimpered and whined beneath my ministrations.

I kept at it, her ragged, whimpering breathing hitched every time I hit a good spot. Her wetness mingling with mine as I lapped at her, my hands slowly meandering through the soft fur of her belly, kneading at her as she writhed and bucked beneath my affections.

With one last long, loud whine, she gripped me tight. Her paws wrapped around me before her whole body went slack. She’d completely blacked out.

I didn’t mind the idea of sleeping in, and curled her up in my arms, cradling her as I let myself doze back off on the bed. She came to her senses, eventually, and I kissed her, softly, tenderly.

She practically melted into me, her tail swaying slowly, lazily as we kissed.

“So… will you be mine?”

I don’t think I’d ever seen a girl happier than her. She nuzzled against me, buried her nose in my neck, and just… clung to me. Like a lover home after a long trip away. Or perhaps home for the first time ever.

In the end, she cut our time alone short, letting Claire and Tempest out while I showered and dressed. The three having an amicable, and wholly obvious conversation, as they watched me cross the room, dripping wet and naked, to reclaim the towel one, or perhaps all of them had stolen from me.

We stayed in the town one more day, and at the eevee’s insistence, went back to the park one last time on our way out. We played. Carefree, happy, with a childlike innocence I’d forgotten how to feel. It was delightful, infectious. We all felt it.

As Claire and Tempest dozed in the grass beneath the tree, I sat, holding the eevee in my arms on a swing. We rocked back and forth. Not very fast, or very high. Comforting, in a way, like being held as an infant.

“I’ve been agonizing over giving you a name, you know?” I admitted, scratching under her chin. She tilted her head, inquisitively, actually drawing away from the touch to stare at me in curiosity.

“You’re special, in a lot of ways. Claire? I know what she’s going to be when she’s older. Tempest? I mean, she might surprise me, but she’ll still wear her name well and proudly.” I paused, running my hand over the eevee’s head.

She shook her head, and touched her nose to my chest. My next words came out in more of a rush than I’d intended. “You’re special to my heart, too.” I smiled down at her, waiting for her to meet my gaze. “That’s why…” I paused, looking down at her. It was past time. I’d debated it even up to that very moment. But it was time.

“That’s why It took so long. I really didn’t want to mess this up, Mira.” I said, her name, for the first time. The very first time, after all those weeks. I don’t know which of us cried first, but we both did, and embraced each other more closely than we had even that morning.

I hadn’t even been aware of Claire’s consciousness, but it was there, entwined with Mira’s in a way I hadn’t felt before from her. I could feel Mira’s relief, her joy. Her belonging. Her voice, her true voice, the gap bridged by Claire’s patient, loving touch on us both.

“It’s about time, master. I was wondering why… I was waiting… no matter what you’d called me, just for you to call me would have been enough. But knowing… knowing how much it meant to you is so much more.”

Claire’s voice was light, teasingly musical, like the ringing of bells. Tempest was darker, driven, forceful, purposeful. Mira was soothing, gentle, calm. Maybe it was just the moment, but I felt… she would be an amazing mother someday.

It was still early in the day when we set out, following the road this time. Walking together in the sunshine. It would be another warm day, but as we made our way up the winding mountain road, it was welcome. We were, all of us, just happy to walk together.

Claire’s touch, her dainty hand in mine, her thoughts, her feelings. They were more positive than I’d felt in a long time. Her words just for me. “You worry too much. We all love you.”

Maybe I did. But they were worth worrying about.