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"You want me to do what??"

Buizel flinched slightly. Abra could be intimidating, but Buizel had never really let herself get pushed around by her in the past. Today, however, was different. Not only was she really tired, but the thing she was asking Abra was quite a bombshell.

"Are you serious?" Abra continued, still half yelling, "Is this a prank? Did Sandslash put you up to this?"

"N-no!" Buizel responded, waving her paws dismissively, "No, it's no prank. I'm being serious."

Abra simply stared at her, dumbfounded, and Buizel gave her a nervous smile in response. She already felt silly for even asking this in the first place. She was almost positive the answer would be no, but she would have kicked herself if she hadn't at least tried.

It was quite a big thing to ask for, though. Buizel wasn't really surprised at Abra's reaction.

Abra raised a claw and held it to her forehead. "Where is this insanity coming from all of a sudden?" she asked.

Buizel blushed a little and glanced away. The truth was that she had come to this decision in the hours of sleeplessness she had experienced last night. "I, well..." she replied, "I just...realized I have much stronger feelings than I thought I did..."

"For Anon?"

Buizel simply nodded.

"Did you come here to ask me this expecting that this was even something that was possible??"

Buizel shook her head.

Abra leaned towards her and gave her a hard stare, making Buizel shrink back a little. "You want me to send you to Anon's dimension?"

"Well, I... I mean, yeah, sorta..."

An uncomfortable silence filled the room, and then Abra simply shook her head. "Get out of my office and stop bothering me."

Buizel frowned and whined softly. "So...It's impossible?"

"Absolutely."

"Oh...I see." Buizel bit her lip and her paws fell limply at her side. She let out a big sigh of disappointment.

"You were ridiculous for even asking in the first place."

"Sorry..."

"Waste of my time..." Abra grumbled as she turned around to get back to work on whatever she was working on.

Buizel shuffled her paws. She knew she was defeated, and she had no reason to distrust Abra's response. She hadn't even come in with high expectations. In spite of this, though, she felt compelled to stick around and keep trying for the impossible.

"I just thought, y'know, since you're the one who connected with Anon in the first place. I don't think anybody thought a dimensional whatsit like this was possible, but you went and did it."

"Of course I did. Connecting my _device_to Anon's world was easy. Anybody could have done it, but nobody had tried before me." Abra was responding without turning around to look at Buizel.

"I figured if you could bring Anon's voice and hand movements through to our dimension, and send a video feed to his, then..."

"Then what?" Abra snapped, whirling around in her chair to stare at Buizel who jumped back in surprise. "What, you think it's just a matter of turning up the dial and giving it more energy? You think sending an entire living creature through dimensions is just 'the same but bigger'?"

"I, um..."

"Because it's not! Do you want to know a secret, Buizel? Getting Anon's hand movements and the video feed to connect was easy. The hard part was his voice. That's something just a tiny bit more tangible than electrical signals. I wasn't sure I was going to be able to get it to work at first, but I managed to do it after a lot of hard work."

"Uhh..." Buizel was getting a bit nervous now. Abra could get angry very easily, but she didn't usually rant like this to her employees.

"This isn't like overclocking a computer. This isn't like commissioning an art piece. The fact that Anon can talk to us at all is a goddamn miracle, understand?"

Buizel didn't reply. She couldn't make the words come out of her throat. Instead, she simply stood there cowering a little under Abra's harsh gaze.

Abra's expression softened just a tad. "Are you...crying?"

"N-no..." Buizel lied, lifting one of her forepaws to wipe her eyes. She wasn't sure what had come over her. Sure she was very disappointed to hear that her plan wasn't going to work, but Buizel was not one to get emotional like this. She didn't cry when things didn't go her way, which only left her wondering what was happening to her.

She sniffled as she thought about what was really at stake here. That notion, coupled with how strongly Abra had struck it down, was probably to blame.

"Don't...do that, okay?" Abra grumbled, referring to her tears.

"Sorry, Abra..." she muttered gloomily.

Abra sighed loudly in irritation, and then leaned back in her swivel chair with her claw against her forehead. There was a moment of uncomfortable silence before she spoke up again. "This is really that important to you?"

"I think it is, yeah..." Buizel replied with a nod, "I haven't been sleeping well lately, and last night this was all I could think of. It kept me up until morning. I just...I need to see him. For real. I need to be in the same place as him. I need to-"

"Okay, I get it," Abra interrupted her, holding up a claw for silence.

"I'm sorry if I made it seem like I just wanted a joyride for fun, y'know?"

Abra sighed again. "I suppose I should not have been so harsh in responding to you..."

A question started to form in Buizel's mind, but she was hesitant to ask it for fear of setting off the Psychic-Type again. She waffled for a moment and eventually decided that she wanted to know the answer. "Um...Why did you react so harshly? Is this something that the other employees have asked before, and you're tired of saying 'no'?"

"Not at all. You are the first to ever ask this."

"Oh, yeah?" Buizel replied in surprise.

"You recall the incident where I attempted to convince Anon to swap minds with me?"

Buizel's eyes widened a fraction. "Well, uh, sorta. You never talked about it, but rumours sorta went around..."

"I was in a similar line of thinking. Wanting the seemingly impossible, and a desire to escape this wretched world. Of course, that did not end up working out. Anon had no interest in leaving his world behind."

Buizel nodded thoughtfully. "Yeah, I knew about that part. That's why I knew I wanted to go to him, instead of trying to bring him here."

When Abra didn't say anything for a moment, Buizel glanced over at her. Abra was sitting still in her chair, her claws clasped together in front of her eerily stoic face. If Buizel didn't know any better, it would have seemed as if Abra had nodded off to sleep.

"Tell me," Abra spoke up, mildly startling Buizel, "How strong is this desire of yours?"

"I, uh..." Buizel frowned as she considered the question, and the answer brought a blush to her cheeks. "I...think I love him..."

Abra stared at her evenly for a moment, her face expressionless. "...Right," she eventually said, "For the sake of argument we will just take that at face value."

"...Hey, what? What's that mean, bwark?!" Buizel snapped.

"It's irrelevant. How much would you be willing to give up to make this happen?"

"I..." Buizel stammered, still fixating on Abra's possible insult from just a moment ago, but her mind simmered a little as she thought about this next question. She realized that it was a pretty loaded question, and she started to think of possible answers. If there was a price to pay for meeting Anon, how high would she be willing to go?

"I...don't know for sure," Buizel replied, "I don't think I'd give up everything, but I wouldn't be able to give a 'yes' or 'no' without being told what I'd have to give up."

Abra raised an eyebrow.

"...Why?" Buizel asked, a rush of excitement building in her gut, "Are you asking me this because it is possible after all??"

"Don't...get ahead of yourself," Abra interjected quickly.

Buizel simmered down, but kept her eyes on Abra intently.

"Ugh..." Abra grumbled, looking away as she talked, "I spoke incorrectly before. It is not so much 'impossible', but rather I do not believe it is possible."

Buizel furrowed her brow and tilted her head. "...Huh?"

"It's like asking if it will rain chocolate tomorrow. In the most technical sense, it's not _completely_impossible. There could be some wild, crazy phenomenon that could perhaps result in this. But, do I honestly believe it's possible that it will rain chocolate tomorrow? No."

"...Oh," Buizel murmured with a skewed look on her face, "I...think I get it."

"If you must know, I have indeed looked into the possibility of this. Do you realize how much more data I could get from my experiments if Anon were here in the flesh? But, as far as I can tell, it does not seem possible."

"I see..." Buizel said. The answer was still just as much 'no' as it was before but, now that Abra had at least explained herself a bit, it softened the blow a little.

"Sorry to disappoint you," Abra replied somewhat robotically.

"All right then," Buizel said with a half-hearted shrug, "Sorry to bother you, I guess I'll go now. Try to get a nap or something..."

As Buizel was walking to the door, however, Abra sighed one last time and spoke up. "I'll assign myself for tomorrow and have a session with Anon. Maybe I'll study the current connection a little closer and see if there's anything I missed."

Buizel perked up as if she were on strings. "Really?" she yelped and whirled around on the spot, "You mean it?"

"Hey!" Abra snapped, "Don't raise your expectations unrealistically. Don't start expecting that it's going to rain chocolate tomorrow."

"Yeah, okay, whatever...but you're going to try?"

"Ugh...Yes, I might as well. Can't do any harm."

Buizel let out a cheer, which only seemed to irritate Abra even more.

"For the record," Abra spoke up sharply, "I am not doing this just for you. This is something that could benefit all of us if it is indeed possible."

"Thank you so much, Abra!" Buizel said excitedly, not really listening to what Abra had just said, "I know you can do it. You're stupid smart, bwark! You can figure out anything."

Abra grumbled softly. "Right now I am trying to figure out how to get you out of my office..."

"Right! Cool! I'll get out of your fur. Don't wanna bug that big brain of yours. I'll talk to you tomorrow, yeah? Bwark!! I hope to hear some good news!" Buizel then proceeded to walk out of Abra's office with a pep in her step, despite how tired she was. Abra was saying, or yelling, some other stuff to her but she wasn't really listening. All she could think about was the fact that her hopes weren't completely dashed yet. There was still a chance.

"I'm coming, Anon! One way or another!"

...

The following day, Buizel was sitting in the break room with a troubled look on her face. She had been so tired yesterday that she had finally succumbed to a nap, which had ended up taking four hours. This had messed with her sleep schedule enough that she hadn't been able to get to sleep the previous night, and was now back to being tired again.

That wasn't the reason she looked troubled, though. She was troubled because Abra was going to have her session with Anon today. Buizel was stewing in anticipation over what the verdict would be after Abra analyzed...whatever she was going to analyze.

She was weary and her nerves were frayed. Her thoughts were a jumbled mess. Her desire to meet Anon face to face had not diminished at all since the moment she realized she was in love with him. She honestly didn't know what she was going to do with herself if it was indeed impossible to see him. The desire wasn't simply going to go away.

What if Abra didn't have an answer right away? She had no idea how she would end up interacting with Anon if she had a session with him before Abra had her answer. Would she reveal her desires, or keep them a secret so as not to raise expectations? If the answer was no, would she still be comfortable telling him she loved him?

She groaned as her forehead met the table. Why had life suddenly gotten so complicated?

"I don't think that's the proper way to teach yourself 'Headbutt', Buizel..."

Buizel rolled her head to the side so she could look at who had just entered the room, and saw that it was Grovyle. "Can Buizel even learn Headbutt...?" she asked lethargically.

Grovyle paid her attempt at humour with a half-smile, but went back to frowning soon after. "Still can't sleep?" she asked concernedly.

"To grossly oversimplify it, yes," Buizel answered.

"Oh, so it's a bit more than that? Ah, I see," Grovyle replied thoughtfully, "Well, I won't pry for the details unless you choose to give them."

Buizel sighed heavily and lifted her head slightly to look at one of the room's doors. Specifically, the one that led to the four rooms where Anon-sessions took place. Those rooms wouldn't be filled for another two and a half hours, which meant that was at least how long she had to wait for the answer.

Grovyle picked up one of the chairs at the break room table and moved it so she could sit right next to Buizel. Instead of saying anything, Grovyle simply gave the troubled Pokémon a warm hug.

At first Buizel was unenthusiastic about Grovyle's attempt to ease her troubles, but soon enough a little rosy tint appeared on her cheeks. She leaned to the side and nuzzled herself into the hug, eventually managing to smile softly. How could she stay upset when there was a cute, very attractive girl hugging her?

"Just relax..." Grovyle said softly. She made no attempt to stop Buizel from affectionately nuzzling her.

"You smell nice..." Buizel mumbled. Though she couldn't see Grovyle's face, Buizel was pretty sure she had caused the larger Pokémon to flush with embarrassment.

"I'm a Grass-Type Pokémon," Grovyle replied, "Isn't that cheating?"

"I dun' care, bwark..."

Buizel could feel her anxious, troubled thoughts start to untangle. Her strong desires and hopes still remained, just as powerful as ever, but her head was a little clearer. All she needed was the warmth of a cute girl's hug.

"Heh..." Grovyle spoke up, "I'm happy to be here to support you, Buizel, but please don't fall asleep in my lap. This is not the best place for a nap."

"But I like it here..."

Buizel relished in the nice, comforting feel of Grovyle's hug. In Buizel's humble opinion, Grovyle was the most attractive Pokémon that worked for Abra. Buizel was gay and Grovyle was bisexual, so it was no surprise that the two had made it to the bedroom fairly soon after becoming co-workers. If it weren't for the fact that they were co-workers, the two of them might have been going out at this point.

At the moment, all of Buizel's romantic feelings were spoken for, but her more physical needs were something else entirely.

"You wanna talk about it now?" Grovyle asked.

Buizel tilted her head so she could look up at Grovyle and gave her a bit of a sultry smile. "Not really."

Grovyle blushed immediately. "Oh gosh...That's not fair, Buizel. You know I can't resist when you give me those eyes..."

"Grovyle..." Buizel purred.

"Oh goodness. That...is what you want right now?"

"Life kinda sucks right now...I wanna forget about it all for a li'l bit." Buizel grinned, already starting to think about something a little more exciting. She started to reach down with one of her paws. "It's either this or get totally shitfaced drunk, and...This'll be more fun, mm?"

Grovyle quietly yelped as Buizel's paw found her rear-end and grabbed a pawful of her ass. Buizel smirked at her, already feeling the blood start to rush to certain parts of her body.

"Ah, this is...not the heart to heart I was planning on having..." Grovyle murmured, sounding distracted, "But I cannot deny that your idea sounds...somewhat enticing."

"Heh heh..." Buizel chuckled, giving Grovyle's ass a squeeze, "Wanna take a romp in the bed, you sexy thing?"

Grovyle sighed, as if in defeat, but gave Buizel a sultry grin of her own. "You know I spoil you sometimes..."

"I appreciate it," Buizel replied with a cheeky grin.

"You're lucky you're so cute. Let's go, then," Grovyle said as she pulled back from her hug and stood up. Buizel excitedly stood up as well. It didn't take much to get the two of them in bed, honestly, and it wasn't always Buizel who instigated things either. They both liked to use each other for stress relief and even just a bit of fun here and there. In fact, it was Grovyle who had warmed Buizel up to the whole 'sleeping around at the office' thing.

Grovyle led Buizel to her bedroom, only a few hallways away. Buizel spent the entire time with her eyes glued to Grovyle's ass. The Grass-Type had a drop-dead sexy body that Buizel couldn't get enough of, and Buizel licked her lips as she thought about what was coming soon.

Before long, the two were in Grovyle's bedroom and the latter was sitting down on her bed. Buizel wandered over and sat down next to her. She was already wondering if doing this on a bed was a good idea, because simply sitting on the bed made her tired brain yearn for her to just lay down and get some sleep.

Grovyle seemed to notice her slightly wavering posture. "Are you gonna be able to stay awake for this?"

"Ah..." Buizel murmured, "I'll be fine. I might pass out later, though. Hope that's okay..."

"I suppose so. You're not on assignment today, right?"

Buizel shook her head and said, "No. I was supposed to go to work today, but I just couldn't."

"Oh dear. That's too bad," Grovyle said sympathetically.

Instead of saying anything else, Buizel simply leaned over and locked lips with the Grass-Type, who let out a muffled yelp in surprise. It didn't take long for Grovyle to get over the shock and lean back into the kiss, moaning softly as their tongues met. Buizel had been with some girls in the past who saw kissing as a romantic thing, but she did not share this mindset. In her mind, as kiss wasn't romantic unless one intends it to be.

Right now, the purpose of this kiss was to explore every inch of this cute girl's mouth and begin the process of reducing her to a moaning mess.

Buizel broke the kiss, leaving Grovyle gasping softly. She didn't give the Grass-Type much time to recover before diving back in with another kiss, this time closing her eyes and pushing her tongue deeper into her mouth. Grovyle started to moan softly; music to Buizel's ears.

As Buizel held the kiss and explored Grovyle's mouth, she felt movement. She opened her eyes and glanced down, seeing that Grovyle had quickly kicked off the pair of pants she was wearing. She now sat on the bed in just her green panties, since she didn't usually wear a shirt. Buizel broke the kiss again and murred softly as she tilted her head to get a better look at the Grovyle's undergarment. Grovyle had many different copies of the same pair of green patterned panties, and Buizel wasn't complaining at all. They looked really sexy.

Buizel brazenly reached one of her paws down between Grovyle's legs and started to rub the front of the panties. Grovyle gasped and squirmed softly. Buizel smiled as she enjoyed the silky feel of then, while a shiver ran up her spine as her paw traced over the outline of what was hidden underneath.

"I like a Pokémon who knows what she wants," Grovyle commented.

"I want 'em off," Buizel retorted playfully, "They're sexy as hell, but I want 'em off."

Grovyle gave her a grin, her eyes half-lidded. "Well get rid of them, then..." she said in a breathy voice. Grovyle then shifted herself back onto the bed and leaned back against the pillows and the headboard. She lifted her legs up onto the bed and spread them open, giving Buizel an inviting look.

Buizel's breath hitched in her throat at the sight of the enticing display, with only those sexy panties left hiding the real treasure. She eagerly crawled onto the bed as well, situating herself between Grovyle and the wall, but with her head level with Grovyle's chest.

The horny little otter didn't hesitate long before reaching down and grasping the panties by the waistband. Grovyle lifted her legs up and brought them together so that Buizel could easily slide the panties off. Once they were off, they were quickly discarded to the side without a second thought, as Buizel's eyes were now locked on Grovyle's pussy.

Her mouth watered as she stared unashamedly at the Grass-Type's slit. She could feel a tingle in her own loins just from looking at it. Buizel was a huge fan of pussy, but there was something about Grovyle's that just made her want to dive in and chow down.

Grovyle, now completely naked, was blushing but also giving Buizel an aroused look. Buizel managed to tear her eyes away from Grovyle's pussy to meet her gaze, and then she crawled up Grovyle's chest to give her another deep kiss.

She instantly felt Grovyle's claws trying to remove her shirt, so she lifted her paws so this could be done. The shirt was tossed in the same direction as the panties, but as soon as it was gone Buizel went right back to her kiss. She started to let her paws wander across Grovyle's upper body, feeling her chest and the curves of her figure.

The kiss ended with a strand of saliva connecting the two Pokémon. "You're so sexy, bwark!" Buizel said.

"Mmm, you're not too bad yourself..."

Buizel let her paws drift south, and she used them to pull Grovyle's hind legs apart again. She took another good look at Grovyle's pristine pussy, looking almost virgin despite the fact that it most certainly was not. A few drops of arousal were starting to leak out. She leaned in closer so she could take in Grovyle's amazing scent, letting her hot breath fall upon the opening as she did.

Grovyle moaned softly and reached down between her legs, inserting a single digit inside of herself. Buizel watched the appendage slide in and out of her folds, getting quite wet in the process. Grovyle moaned again as she gently fingered herself. Buizel took a few moments to simply enjoy the show.

She then leaned forward over Grovyle's leg. She brought one of her paws up to her mouth and stuck one of her own digits inside, covering it in saliva. Then, while Grovyle continued to finger herself, Buizel snuck her paw underneath and slipped her digit into the Grass-Type's tailhole.

Grovyle immediately started to moan loudly. "Ohhhh...! Hah...Y-yes...! Oh fu..."

Buizel grinned to herself and continued to finger Grovyle's ass. She knew what Grovyle liked. She knew Grovyle's favourite kind of foreplay. Buizel slid her digit in and out, not going too deep inside but loving the way Grovyle's ass gripped so tightly onto her. While Grovyle wasn't exactly a fan of anal sex, she did enjoy the lighter side of the butt stuff.

"Nnnnf...!" Grovyle moaned. Buizel glanced up and saw that she was biting her lip. The two females continued their double-penetration fingering, and Buizel could see Grovyle getting more and more aroused with every passing second. The Grass-Type's scent became quite potent.

Eventually, Grovyle pulled her digit out of her pussy, making a tiny splash with her juices as she did. She was panting now, her pussy just slightly open and clearly dripping with need. Buizel grinned again and wiggled her digit around in Grovyle's ass a few more times before pulling it out as well.

"Lean back, sexy," Buizel commanded.

Grovyle did as she was told, leaning back more on the pillows. Buizel crawled over and situated herself between Grovyle's hind legs so that she was gazing directly at Grovyle's opening. She crawled forward a bit, placed her forepaws on Grovyle's hips, and then leaned down and dragged her tongue across the length of Grovyle's slit.

"Mmmm..." Buizel voiced her approval as her tongue traced the outer edges of Grovyle's pussy, getting an appetizing taste of her juices. She gave the outer area a few more good licks, making sure to slowly and deliberately drag her tongue across Grovyle's firm but soft, rubbery skin.

She couldn't hold herself off for much longer, though. After less than a minute, she pushed her tongue into the Grass-Type's opening and plunged it into the warm confines within. Grovyle moaned as Buizel's tongue slipped inside, and Buizel practically moaned herself as she was treated to the delectable taste of Grovyle pussy. Oh heavens, she would live on this stuff if she could.

Buizel started to swirl her tongue around, first exploring the 'shallow waters' and staying close to her pussy's opening. She made sure to press her tongue against every spot that she could find, and once she thought she'd found them all she started to push her tongue in deeper. Grovyle gasped and let out a strained breath as Buizel sunk her tongue into her. Buizel pushed her tongue down and down until her own muzzle was pressed right up against Grovyle's crotch. An overwhelming wave of Grovyle flavour assaulted her taste buds.

"Oh my gosh, Buizel...Oh..."

"Mmm..." Buizel closed her eyes and simply focused on eating Grovyle's pussy for a few moments. She pressed her tongue everywhere she could reach. She gathered up Grovyle's juices until her tongue was coated, and then brought it back into her mouth so she could greedily gulp it down.

Buizel then felt Grovyle's claw on the back of her head, gently but firmly holding her in place. Buizel certainly wasn't complaining as she feasted on Grovyle. She swirled her tongue around inside, stimulating her colleague as she tried to lap up more of her nectar.

She may or may not have also had a paw jammed down her swim trunks.

Buizel finally lifted her head when she started to run low on air. She took in a deep breath and let out a satisfied sigh. Her muzzle was totally soaked and covered in Grovyle juices. She smiled as she eagerly licked her lips.

"Good heavens..." Grovyle murmured.

Looking up, Buizel saw that the Grass-Type had the biggest, sexiest rosy blush on her cheeks. She was panting and looked half way to delirious already.

"I can't get enough of you," Buizel commented somewhat cheekily, "You taste incredible, bwark! You might be the yummiest girl I've ever slept with."

Grovyle then leaned to the side slightly and looked behind Buizel. Buizel figured that she was looking at the paw she still had down her shorts and between her own hind legs. The Water-Type grinned saucily as she simply continued to finger herself.

"May I suggest something else?" Grovyle asked.

"Hm?"

"Lay down, if you would please. On your back."

Buizel did as requested and rolled over onto her back with her head facing the foot of the bed. Grovyle crawled forward, dripping on the bed as she went, and immediately reached for Buizel's swim trunks. A shiver of excitement ran up her spine as she allowed Grovyle to remove her last article of clothing. Their positions were now reversed, with Grovyle now between her hind legs and looking down at her pussy. Buizel grinned and spread her legs, feeling another rush of excitement as she exposed herself.

Grovyle didn't go down on her, though. Instead, Grovyle crawled further towards her and turned around. She then climbed on top of Buizel, straddling her with her larger, heavier frame. Buizel grinned in anticipation once she saw that Grovyle was 69'ing her. She kept her hind legs spread, but also reached up to grab Grovyle's ass which was now hovering above her face.

"Ah..." Grovyle gasped, "You eager little minx..."

Thankfully, the Grass-Type didn't waste any more time and lowered herself down on top of the Buizel. Grovyle kept herself braced with her knees and front claws so that she was not resting her entire weight on the smaller Pokémon, but Buizel did find herself suddenly smothered by Grovyle pussy. She eagerly plunged her snout back in for a second helping.

Grovyle gasped a couple of times, and then Buizel was finally treated to what she had been waiting for as Grovyle lowered her head and gave her slit a few long licks. Buizel squealed and murred into her colleague's pussy as her own was being tended to. She felt the Grass-Type's tongue run along the length of her slit a few times, and then poke inside.

Buizel couldn't help but moan as Grovyle's large tongue slid into her aching pussy. It had been a while since a girl had gone down on her, and Buizel was loving every minute of it. Grovyle was bisexual but had admitted to having spent more time in the bed with males. One would not have been able to guess that, though, based on how well Grovyle knew how to work another girl's pussy. While Buizel's tongue was focused on tasting and exploring, Grovyle's was getting to work stroking, pleasuring and touching all of the right places.

Time passed as the two girls maintained the 69 position and hungrily ate each other out. Buizel was drowning in euphoria. Her hind legs twitched and kicked as Grovyle's tongue stimulated her pussy, stoking the fire between her legs into a roaring bonfire. The wonderful sensations she felt down there were only enhanced by the taste and scent of Grovyle's delicious opening, with Buizel's muzzle still buried inside of it.

Grovyle pulled her tongue out and moaned loudly. "Buiz...Buizel..." she murmured in a strained voice, "G-get ready, sweetheart...!"

Buizel's eyebrows shot up in excitement. She redoubled the efforts of her tongue.

"Ahhhnnn...! I'm...I'm about to...Oh, goodness...!"

Grinning mischievously, Buizel shifted her muzzle so it brushed up against Grovyle's clitoris.

"Aaah!!" Grovyle exclaimed as she climaxed only a few seconds later. Her hind legs clenched up around Buizel's head, effectively locking her in place, and a visible shudder ran through her body. Again, Buizel wasn't complaining. She pulled her muzzle out and then eagerly opened it wide to catch her reward. Grovyle's pussy squirted sweet nectar right onto her tongue, and a veritable torrent of juice gushed out and ran down the Grass-Type's legs. Buizel caught every squirt and then leaned back in to lap up the excess.

Grovyle moaned and shuddered in post-orgasmic bliss for a few moments, but then dutifully ducked her head back down and returned to working on Buizel's pussy. Buizel, who was in the middle of licking up more Grovyle juice, moaned and closed her eyes. She had been pretty close before, but seeing her attractive colleague climax had been so incredibly arousing.

"Mah...M-my turn...!" she said in a shaky voice, feeling her orgasm coming on very quickly.

"Mnn..." Grovyle quietly moaned as she strained to sink her tongue as deep inside of the Water-Type as she possibly could. Buizel bucked her hips and shuddered in response, getting ever so close to cumming. She opened her eyes and stared up at the messy pussy that was the result of Grovyle's climax, and she could practically feel her arousal boiling deep in her belly.

What tipped her over the edge, however, came as a surprise. Buizel gasped loudly as Grovyle reached down with one of her claws, likely covered in either saliva or Buizel's own juices, and sunk two digits into her tailhole.

"Bwark!!" she exclaimed, which was the only thing she had a chance to do before a powerful orgasm struck her. Waves of intense pleasure rippled through her body and she felt her pussy pulse and throb and clench down on Grovyle's tongue. She cried out long and hard as she rode her climax. It felt pretty amazing the whole way through, and afterwards the ecstasy started to ebb away and was replaced by an overwhelming feeling of relief.

"Bwaar...Hah..." Buizel moaned as her climax came to an end, "Hoo...!"

Grovyle was likewise panting and making similar noises.

"That felt awesome!" Buizel said in a tired voice, "You're really great at that!"

"Girls do it so much better, hm?" Grovyle replied in a half-joking tone.

"Haha...! You taste so goooood, bwark..."

Grovyle rolled off of her and ended up lying on the bed next to her. "I rather enjoyed your sweet taste as well, Buizel."

Buizel tilted her head to look at the other Pokémon, seeing the healthy rosy blush that still adorned her cheeks. "You're cute when you blush."

Her blush nearly tripled and she hid her face. "Stop! No I am not...!"

"Yes you are. It's adorable."

"Don't! Quit it!" Grovyle retorted with a smile, "Maybe I'll just never blush ever again. How does that sound?"

"You would do the world a disservice like that?"

"Oh goodness, Buizel. You're horrible..."

Buizel sat up straight on the bed and looked down at Grovyle with her forepaws crossed. "Well, if that's the way you're gonna be then I guess I'll just have to make you blush."

Grovyle gasped in mock disbelief. "You wouldn't!"

"You brought this on yourself, now suffer the consequences."

"Oh good heavens...What are you going to do to me?" Grovyle asked. She was trying to sound small and afraid, but a hint of lustful breathiness slipped into her voice and her eyes glazed over a bit with arousal.

Buizel just smirked and said, "This." She then pounced on Grovyle and rolled her onto her back. Buizel quickly straddled her, sitting on top of her lower half in a position not dissimilar from the 'Cowgirl' sex position. She leaned forward, bracing her forepaws against Grovyle's chest, and stared huskily into Grovyle's wide eyes.

Then she started to move her hips.

"Aah! Ohhh, Buizel...!" Grovyle started to moan immediately.

Buizel smirked to herself as she started to grind her pussy against Grovyle's. Shivers ran up her spine as the two drenched slits met and shared a kiss. Their clits brushed against one another, drawing out a shuddering moan from both parties. Buizel could feel her folds parting and sliding against the folds of her colleague, and she let out a satisfied sigh as the two pussies were squished together in a tender but incredible-feeling embrace.

She was a huge fan of tribadism. She didn't consider sex with another girl complete unless tribbing happened.

"Aah...Aahhh...Unnn..." Grovyle moaned and panted below her. Buizel could only imagine that the Grass-Type was feeling the same amazing sensations that she was feeling. The way their pussies rubbed against each other was indescribable to her. It was so titillating and naughty, with just a hint of tenderness and even teasing.

After a while of slowly grinding against the Grass-Type, she then started to hump faster. Grovyle's moans grew in pitch, and Buizel wore a satisfied smile. Sex was not a competition, but she enjoyed coming out on top sometimes. She only hoped that Grovyle had enough energy to last for round after round. Buizel didn't want to leave the bedroom until the sun went down.

...

While the sun hadn't set when the two exhausted females finally exited the bedroom, it was the start of sunset. 5pm had rolled around, and four other Pokémon were currently engaging in their 'sessions'. Thinking about this didn't upset Buizel too much, but that was because her brain was drunk on sex at the moment.

About halfway through their wild romp, Grovyle had tried to encourage Buizel to talk about what was bugging her. However, the Water-Type's hormones wouldn't allow it, and soon enough even Grovyle couldn't resist another round. In the end, though, the sex had been relaxing and therapeutic in a way, and it had distracted her from her negative thoughts for most of the day.

Buizel had been wandering the hallways later that day, feeling somewhat carefree for the moment, when she nearly had a head-on collision with Abra. The Psychic-Type had briskly pushed past her and said "Don't bother me until tomorrow!"

At first Buizel had been put off by Abra's rude behaviour. Then she remembered that Abra had just come from a session with Anon, and Abra had told her to wait until after said session to hear more about possibly going to Anon's world. Since she was in such a rush, Buizel could only assume that something big was on her mind that she was trying to focus on.

Then she realized that whatever was on her mind must have been really, really big, because Abra had walked past her.

Walked.

Abra does not walk. She Teleports.

So, unfortunately, Buizel ended up right back where she started. It was now the middle of the night, she was in her bed, and she could not sleep at all. The strong possibility of Abra working towards a way for her to get to Anon was running rampant through her brain.

The anticipation was killing her. Did Abra have a lead? If she did, would it work out? Would she succeed in finding a way to get her to Anon? What would it entail? Would it have a high probability of success? But, what if she didn't? What if Abra was fruitlessly spinning her wheels and wouldn't get to any solution at all? What if she never did?

Buizel groaned and rolled over onto her side. "Why did I have to fall in love with a glove? It's making things so inconvenient!"

She sighed, in spite of her wry attempt at humour. It was still so strange to be in love with Anon. It was something that had hit her like a ton of bricks out of nowhere, but she simply couldn't deny it. Anon was all she could think about. Anon was all she really cared about at the moment. She could honestly say that if Abra's side of things didn't turn out, it would become her life's goal to reach Anon somehow, some way.

She really hoped it wouldn't come to that though.

Sighing again after some more minutes tossing and turning, Buizel sat up and turned on both the lights and the TV in her room. She wasn't going to get any sleep so she figured she might as well entertain herself.

"Let's see..." she murmured as she turned to a small shelf on the far wall which held all of her DVDS. It was modestly sized and full of a good selection of material she enjoyed.

"Action/Adventure, Comedy, or Lesbian Porn?"

...

Another sleepless night later, Buizel dragged herself out of bed and ended up half-awake at the break room table once again. There were two empty cups of coffee next to her, neither of which had done their job. She had called in sick to work for the second day in a row, and wasn't looking forward to facing her boss the next time she went in. He was a dickass.

"GOOD MORNING, BUIZEL!!"

Buizel actually fell right out of her chair. "Fuck!" she exclaimed, too tired and annoyed to focus on her uncharacteristic choice of language, "Rhydon!! The hell is your goddamn problem?!"

"WHAT?"

Buizel held a paw to her head and grimaced hard. "I haven't gotten any sleep in the past four or five days. I'm exhausted and by head hurts. I really don't need this right now!"

Rhydon tilted his head and gave her a confused expression. "SOUNDS LIKE I'M EXACTLY WHAT YOU NEED!" he bellowed, "EXERCISE IS A GREAT WAY TO TREAT A HEADACHE, AND I WAS JUST GRABBING A SNACK BEFORE I DO SOME WARMUPS IN MY ROOM BEFORE HEADING TO THE GYM."

Buizel was cowering on the floor now and covering both her ears with her paws. "Please stop, I'm begging you," she whined, "I know you can't help it, but I can't handle it... It's hard enough dealing with all this stress and nonsense without your 'up-to-eleven' voice." After a brief pause, she glanced up and gave him a dubious look. "Exercise is good for headaches...??"

"OF COURSE!"

"Where did you hear that? That sounds like the opposite of something that would help a headache!"

"DON'T BE RIDICULOUS! EXERCISE IS GOOD FOR EVERYTHING."

Buizel grimaced again and hid behind her paws in a futile attempt to escape the relentless soundwaves. "All right, screw it. I'm out. I'll talk to you later. Please don't follow me." Before she even got a response, Buizel was on her paws and dashing out the door.

"ARE YOU SURE YOU DON'T WANT TO-"

"No!!"

With that last remark, Buizel closed the door behind her and took off down the hallway towards whatever refuge she could find. She sighed to herself, already feeling a bit guilty about her harsh tone. Rhydon was a good guy, but sometimes it seemed like the only thing he was good for was testing the limits of just how much she could take.

Buizel rounded the corner, still intent on getting as far away from Rhydon's voice as possible, and ran straight into Abra.

"Ow!" Buizel cried out as she stumbled back and landed on her ass again.

"There you are!" Abra exclaimed, "Come with me."

"Wh-"

Before Buizel knew what was happening, she had been Teleported to Abra's office. She let out a dizzy groan and held her throbbing head. Unexpected Teleportation was the last thing she needed to experience.

"Get up!" Abra said, sounding incensed, "Or whatever. Lay on the ground while I talk. I don't care."

"Abra..." Buizel groaned as she tried to sit up, "This'd better be important, 'cus right now all I really wanna do is crawl back into bed and take a Wailord-sized dosage of Tylenol..." Once she was sitting up and her head wasn't spinning quite as much, her eyes shot open. "Wait! Is this important? Did you...Did you figure something out??" she exclaimed as she remembered what Abra had been up to.

Abra looked agitated, but with her usually-neutral expression it was hard to tell if this was because of something exciting or something irritating. "I've stumbled onto something," she said.

Buizel perked up immediately. "You figured something out?" she asked almost breathlessly, "About me and...going to...A-Anon?" Buizel felt the world around her slow to a crawl as she anxiously awaited the next word to come out of Abra's mouth.

"Well..."

Buizel held her breath.

"...Yes."

"Aaahhh!! Yes! Oh my gosh!"

Abra immediately held up her claws. "Yes, maybe! Don't have an aneurysm let."

"Woo! I knew you could do it, Abra!"

"I haven't 'done' anything yet!"

"But, but, but...! You called me in here! That must mean you have something to show me, right? Right, right, right? Bwark!!"

"Are you going to let me talk??"

Buizel wilted slightly at Abra's raised voice and took a step back, then nodded respectfully. Inside she was still bubbling with excitement, but she tried to keep it under control.

Abra sighed in exasperation before speaking again. "You of course recall the time where I tried to convince Anon to swap minds with me."

"Uh huh," Buizel said and nodded.

"And you must know that he declined and this caused some...friction."

Buizel nodded again, a bit more demurely this time.

"Well, when I was...'upset' at him, something strange happened. Anon was in a session with Sandslash and the latter called me over to ask me a question that I don't remember. Somehow the topic moved over to the notion that I was going to replace Anon, and neither Sandslash nor Anon took this revelation well."

Buizel's eyes widened but she stayed silent. Sandslash had told everybody about this afterwards, including her, and she could remember being quite upset.

"Well, when Anon, Sandslash and I were arguing, the connection with Anon crashed. The whole system crashed completely. _Everything_shut down and had to be rebooted. I had to cancel the rest of the sessions that day, and for a short time I was concerned that the connection had been severed entirely."

"Wow, really?" Buizel replied. She hadn't known about that part.

"At first I chalked it up to a random crash that had just happened at an ironic time. Nothing is perfect after all, not even myself or the devices I create. However, the system had not crashed like that before, nor has it crashed like that since. Even when certain individuals tax the system's resources, it still does nothing more than overheat or lag.

"So I started to wonder exactly what had happened, but I never managed to find the cause. The system had crashed so hard that there hadn't even been any error logs left behind. I forgot about it, until you brought up your 'request', and it made me recall a theory that I had dismissed."

Buizel perked up, curiously wondering what the possible connection could be.

"Buizel, do you know how the system is connected to Anon's world?"

"Not a goddamn clue," Buizel replied with a little snicker.

Abra gave her a wry look before explaining. "It's connected to Anon himself. More specifically, his brain and its brainwaves. After all, studying brainwaves was the whole point of this experiment. That's why the system cannot run unless Anon is at his personal computer, but also why it continues to run when Anon has fallen asleep."

Buizel thought back to the times she had been on five-peg with Anon late at night and he had fallen asleep before finishing the puzzle. It had happened to a few of her coworkers as well.

"Tell me, Buizel, what is a major component of the brain?" She didn't even wait for her to answer before continuing. "Emotions. The brain is used for thinking, functioning, and emotions. I realized that the system might have crashed back then because Anon had gotten extremely upset during the verbal altercation, and it overloaded the system completely because I had not programmed in anything to handle emotions.

"Well, I looked into the systems and ran some quick diagnostics and tests while Anon was solving puzzles today, and there is definitely a connection that I had previously overlooked. Strong emotions can indeed interact with the metaphysical connection across dimensions and manifest itself in some unorthodox ways that could possibly be acclimatized."

At first Buizel had been excited, but then her head started to roll as Abra started using complex words. "Bwuh..." she murmured in incomprehension.

Abra gave her a flat look. "I do not understand how any of that could have gone over your head. I could not have made it any simpler..."

Buizel gave her a bug-eyed look at that remark. She then shook her head and decided to just circle back around to the point at hand. "So...You're saying with this emotions thing...there's a way to get me to Anon?"

"Well..." Abra started, but then trailed off. For the smallest fraction of a second, there was a troubled look on her face, but moments later it was gone. In its place, Abra affixed her with a hard gaze. "Buizel," she addressed her sternly, "How badly do you want to go to Anon's world?"

Buizel's eyes went wide. "...More than anything," she replied in a quiet voice, "I...I have to see him. I want to be there, I want to feel him, I...want him to know how much...how much I love him..."

"How much would you be willing to give up in order to make it work?"

The atmosphere in the room suddenly got heavier as Buizel mentally reeled from the question. She tried to think about it rationally at first, asking herself what would be too much to give up. However, her thoughts kept turning back to how prevalent Anon was in her thoughts and how she couldn't sleep at night just being away from him. In a very short time, Anon had become the single most important thing in her life.

"...Anything," she finally answered.

Abra's expression didn't change. "What if it was uncertain that the process would work?"

"I'd still try it. I gotta at least try."

"What if failure would mean injury, sickness, or worse for you?"

Buizel stiffened slightly. She knew what Abra was implying with the last part of that question. Still, though such a thought frightened her, it still didn't deter her. "You only live once, Abra..." she said with an awkward grin, "Besides, I've known you long enough. If it was more likely that I...wouldn't make it, then you wouldn't even let me try."

Still, Abra's expression was as motionless as a statue's. There was a moment of quiet throughout the room, before Abra spoke up one last time.

"And what if...you couldn't come back?"

There it was. That was the big question that Abra had been waiting to drop on her. Buizel had been spending all this time wanting so badly to visit Anon, but she hadn't considered that it might be a one-way trip. Was this desire of hers still strong enough that she would be willing to leave her whole life behind and start over in another dimension? To leave her friends and family behind for good?

"I..."

She furrowed her brow as more sobering thoughts came to her. What friends? The closest friends that she had were employees of Abra, and Anon was going to continue corresponding with them even if she crossed over. They could still stay in touch somehow. Also, she hadn't really talked with her family all that much in a long time, and they lived so far away anyway. If she really wanted to, she could get Anon to ask one of the other Pokémon here to write them a letter or phone them.

Even now, as she contemplated this incredibly life-altering choice, her thoughts kept swimming back to Anon. She was positively drunk on him. He was stuck in her head and she couldn't get him out. Her heart still fluttered when she thought of him, even when thinking about the possibility that Abra might trap her in an alien dimension.

What was there to lose? Really? Furthermore, there was something amazing to be gained. She had developed such an intensely close connection with Anon. If it were up to her, she would sit in that 'session' room and talk with him for hours and hours every single day.

The way he used that disembodied glove on her spoke volumes of his character. Anon could have easily just used to glove to play with the males and females at his disposal. After all, they were technically contractually obligated to lie back and let him use their bodies as a reward for solving puzzles. However, Anon wasn't like that at all. He paid close attention and learned how Buizel's body worked, and carefully adjusted his technique so that she would get the most out of the experience, not just him.

The things he could do with that glove were only a window as to what the _real_Anon could possibly do. Buizel hadn't realized it until as few days ago, but Anon had been unintentionally teasing her with that damn glove. Close, intimate contact with Anon was all she wanted now. It was all she could think about. Just closing her eyes she could imagine his real hands running through her fur, his warm body pressed up against hers, and his...

Buizel shook her head. She hurriedly cleared her mind before she got herself wet in the middle of Abra's office.

"I'd do it."

Abra arched an eyebrow. "Seriously?"

"Absolutely," Buizel answered with a nod, "It's true I'd be giving up a big part of my life, but...I dunno if that's the right way to think about it. It's like moving halfway across the world. You might never get to see the Pokémon you used to know, but there's a whole new world of things to explore and experience in this new place you're in... I would be a little sad if I couldn't come back, but I think I would be very excited to see what a new life out there would be like...with him..."

"'With him'...Of course..." Abra grumbled. She then lowered her stoic mask and sighed a little. "Well, then, I suppose I can ask you."

Buizel perked up once again. "Huh? Ask me what?"

"I...may have discovered a way to send Pokémon to Anon's world. MAY have found!" Abra added that last part with a raised claw before Buizel could get too excited and scream. "The _problem_is..." Abra continued, her tone making it clear that this was not meant to be a 'happy' answer, "...that I have absolutely no way of testing this particular course of action..."

Abra then gave Buizel a hard look and said, "That is, of course, unless I send somebody over as a test."

Buizel was silent for a moment, then gasped softly. "Y-you mean...?"

"I can _attempt_to send you to Anon's world, but only if you are willing to let me unethically use you as a live experiment for an untested theory."

"Yes!!"

Abra paused for a moment, and then gave Buizel a flabbergasted look. "You didn't even think about it!"

Buizel shook her head, smiling ear to ear. "I didn't have to!" she replied giddily, "The answer is yes! Yes, yes, absolutely yes!!"

She could swear she saw Abra's eye twitch. "You..." Abra muttered, "You _do_understand what I just said to you, right? The whole thing about essentially using you as a tool to test an unverified theory that could result in desertion or death?"

"Nah!" Buizel said jovially, "That's not gonna happen. You're so super-duper smart, Abra. I mean, c'mon! You set up a way to have sex with someone in a different dimension! You're so awesome there's no way you could screw it up!"

"I..." Abra paused for a moment, looking a tad bewildered. "While I do appreciate your praising my intellect...you might be placing too much faith in me, Buziel. As I just said not two minutes ago, 'Nothing is perfect, not even myself'.

"Oh don't be silly," Buizel replied with a giggle, "When have you ever failed anything??"

That time, Abra's eye definitely twitched. "Lots of times!!" Abra exclaimed, "Did you forget the whole thing about my failure with Anon and the whole brain swapping thing?"

Buizel waved her paw dismissively. "That's different. I mean you never fail at things that you have to use your smarts for! I mean, c'mon. Tell me right now. What's the square root of one thousand, five hundred and seventy-two point six?

"Approximately thirty-nine point six five six. What's your point?"

"My point is, I'm on board! I give my consent, or whatever. Make it happen! Do whatever you need to do! As long as I get to see Anon, I'll do it!"

Abra took a moment to stare long and hard at Buizel, as if trying to see a hint of deception in her eyes. Or, perhaps, insanity. Buizel was too busy being excited, though, and trying to keep from running over to the nearest bed and jumping up and down on it like a cub. She wasn't just blowing smoke; she truly felt that Abra's concerns about possible failure were null and void. That's just how smart Abra was.

"...You're really, truly serious about this?" Abra asked.

"Yes!"

"This might kill you."

Buizel rolled her eyes good-naturedly. "It's not gonna kill me. Not with you behind the wheel."

"I don't feel like you're taking this seriously enough."

"Yes I am! If it was _any_body else besides you, I'd be seriously concerned and probably wouldn't do it. But, you? I mean, you're not the nicest Pokémon and sometimes you can be kind of an ass, but when it comes to your intellect I feel totally confident putting my life into your claws."

A mix of emotions ran across Abra's face for about a second. "...I see," she eventually settled on saying.

"So...We're gonna do it?"

Abra sighed and said, "I suppose so, yes. Truth be told, I do want to conduct this experiment. If it's successful, I plan to offer this to everybody working here."

Buizel laughed and said, "I'm sure Anon would appreciate that! So, what now?"

"Well, I still have to set it up. It might take a while, so you might as well come back tomorrow. Hopefully it'll be ready by then."

"Oh, gosh! I dunno if I can wait that long!" Buizel replied, "Gaaah, I'll do it though! It's for Anon! I'll probably spend yet another night without any sleep because of just how excited I am, but whatever! It'll all be worth it!!"

Abra's eyebrows were raised. When Buizel gave her a questioning look, Abra simply said, "...Interesting emotional responses. If you don't get horribly killed in this experiment, could I probe your brain later?"

...

Buizel felt like a frazzled mess.

It was the next day, following another mostly-sleepless night, and Abra had gotten the 'experiment' set up. If there wasn't a clerical error or something else that would postpone the event, then this was going to be Buizel's last few minutes in this dimension. Or, as she preferred to think about it, just minutes away from seeing Anon.

She was presently sitting in one of the session rooms, with the door securely locked. No-one would be bothering them, which was good because Abra had sworn Buizel to keep this under wraps. Buizel hadn't told any of her friends and coworkers that she was undertaking this. She had written an e-mail that Abra was supposed to send them in the event that she wouldn't be able to return, but nothing beyond that.

Buizel was about to possibly, hopefully, change the course of her life dramatically. It was time to say enough to her interesting but ultimately straightforward, stagnant lifestyle and take a huge step forward. She had found her soulmate, and if everything went right today she was going to meet him.

At least it felt a little relaxing to be doing this in such a familiar location. These rooms were the place where she had interacted with Anon, so it felt sort of fitting that one of them would be her doorway to his world.

What wasn't so familiar, though, was the multitude of wires and diodes attached to her. Abra had said she was going to use her as a science experiment for an untested theory, but now she really felt like one.

"You got any more things to stick on me?" she asked glibly, "I think there's still a few square centimetres of open fur on my ass."

"Very funny. Stop distracting me," Abra replied dryly. The Psychic-Type was busy focusing on a collection of laptops, readouts and other devices she had hauled in, all of which were connected to Buizel in some way. If she didn't know any better, Buizel would have thought Abra was trying to upload her onto the internet.

"Is it gonna be much longer?" Buizel asked, "I can't keep sitting still for this long..."

"I am making final preparations so that I do not replace your eyeballs with your ovaries. Keep your fur on and be patient."

Buizel skewed her lips impatiently and glanced off to the side. She felt like she was on the lift of a rollercoaster and was approaching the top of the highest drop of the ride. The present was so dull and uninteresting, but the very near future was unbelievably exciting.

"You remember the rules, right?" Abra spoke up.

"Yes," Buizel replied in an irritated tone, "Relax and don't try to stand up right away when I arrive because my muscles might not work right at first, keep my eyes closed during the process so I don't burn out my retinas, and trust Anon's judgement regarding if his world is ready to see me or not."

Abra paused her work and turned to give her a hard look. "...And??"

Buizel gave her an overly-dramatic frown. "Yeah, I know. And the 'no fun rule'."

"Do not engage in sexual activity or masturbation, and especially do not orgasm until 24 hours have passed. Doing so could very very badly screw with your brainwaves and turn you into a vegetable."

"Ugh..." Buizel sighed, "Do you know how hard that's gonna be?"

"No, and for your own safety, I suggest you refrain from finding out how 'hard' it is either."

Buizel just slouched forward and grumbled. It really was a small price to pay considering what was about to happen, and she was just being a grump because she was impatient and anxious. She hadn't had a chance to speak with Anon since her realization of her love for him. Even though it was going to pain her greatly, she had convinced herself that she was not going to profess her love right away. After all, she was about to cross time and space to unexpectedly pop into his dimension, and that was going to be surprising enough.

As she thought about it, she realized 24 hours might be the perfect length after all. After that, she could fuck Anon for hours and then exclaim her love from the rooftops.

At least ten or twenty minutes passed before Abra spoke up again. "All right," she said, "Let's do this."

Buizel perked up. "It's ready??" she asked excitedly.

"Mhm..."

"What's the matter?" Buizel asked, "You don't sound very enthusiastic."

Abra gave her a look that was at least half a glare. "I do not share your unquestioning confidence in my abilities."

"What d'you mean?"

"Ugh...You're really going to make me say it, aren't you?"

Buizel tilted her head, genuinely confused.

Abra let out a groan and shook her head, and then eventually responded. "I...consider you a...friend, okay? I know I'm not the best at showing it, and I don't really like 'friendship' in the first place, but...You and everyone in this house, you're not just all employees and test subjects."

"...Really?" Buizel replied, eyes wide.

Abra's look soured. "Don't get all sappy! I didn't say we're 'super bestie best buds' or anything. I wouldn't say we're good friends, but..." She sighed in frustration again. "The point is...I would be less than pleased if I ended up killing you here."

Buizel frowned. "Abra..." she said, feeling just a little bit touched, "You won't kill me. You're super smart, Abra. It's...kinda freaky how smart you are. If this experiment fails, I'm going to be really surprised."

"Pshaw! You'll be a little more than 'surprised'. More like...'incinerated'."

"C'mon, Abra," Buizel said, shaking her head, "That's just negative talk. I know you can do this. I want this so bad, and I know you can do it for me! I trust you! I have faith in you! If you need to take time to make sure everything's right then fine, go ahead, but I know you can do this!"

Abra grumbled under her breath, looking no less pleased about the proceedings and turning to look at one of the laptops. "This is your last chance to bow out," she said, not averting her eyes from the computer screen.

Buizel took a pause and ran everything through her brain one last time. Her strong desires to meet and be with Anon still trumped everything else. "Not a chance," she replied.

"All right..." Abra said warily, "Let's begin."

Abra started pushing a few buttons, while Buizel tried to contain her excitement and sit still. "So, do I have to do anything or is this just automatic?" the latter asked.

"That's a good question," Abra replied, "I actually do need your cooperation here. Now, I trust you remember this whole line of thinking. The connection with Anon's world has a connection with strong emotions, and that is how we are going to hopefully send you through. This might be a bit of a messy process since this is still an experiment, but what I know for certain is that to actuate the necessary trans-dimensional synergy to create an anti-orthogonal matrix not entirely unlike a syzygy, complex cognitive processes must be generated within your neurocircuitry."

Buizel felt her brain melting out of her ears. "...Huh?"

Abra folded her claws together and let out a slow breath of air. "You need to display a strong emotional connection with Anon, which will act as the catalyst and, again 'hopefully', open the way forward."

"Oh..." Buizel said, understanding a little better, "Well, uh...How exactly am I supposed to do that? I mean, specifically? I have strong feelings for Anon, but I don't see dimensional portals opening up all day around me."

"It must be strong and focused," Abra clarified, "Take the following as an example. If Anon was a murderer who had killed everybody you love, then this device would be able to bring you to him if you were to shut everything else out and simply focus on the pure, raw anger and hatred you would feel for him. The unending desire to make him pay for what he has done. The boundless striving you feel for revenge, and the endless, uncureable sorrow that he has forced upon you."

Buizel stared at Abra with a horrified expression. "...Abra, that's awful! How could you say something like that?!"

"But you get my point?"

"Well...Yeah, I guess...But-"

"Good. Obviously these are not the sort of emotions you feel towards Anon, so instead focus on whatever it is that is driving you to go and see him."

Buizel still felt a bit perturbed after Abra's rather graphic example. "All right, I guess that makes sense. I'm pretty sure I can do that. Should I do it now?"

Abra gestured with her claw and said, "Go ahead. Everything should be ready, although it might not work right away. I still need to adjust a few things while the machine is reading you."

"Um...All right. Cool." Buizel took a moment to think about what she was going to think about. She decided to turn around and sit on the bed facing away from Abra. She closed her eyes and took a few deep breaths to relax herself. She tried to pretend that Abra wasn't in the room with her, and she tried to ignore her excitement of what she was trying to accomplish here.

She started to think of Anon, which wasn't very difficult. Like always, thoughts of him came rushing to her brain unbidden. She at first thought about all of his positive qualities; all the things about him that made her smile. His kindness, his sociability, his empathy, his sense of humour. She thought about the times he had talked to her when she had been feeling down and had helped her feel better. Just thinking about all of this made her feel lighter than air and painted a big smile on her muzzle.

She realized, though, that those were not the reasons she wanted to _go_to Anon. The fact that he was such an amazingly nice person was one thing, but she needed focus on her need to see him. She thought about Anon again and focused on the fact that he was a whole dimension away, so close and yet so far out of reach. She thought back to all of her sleepless nights, yearning fruitlessly to see him in person. To talk to him, to hang out with him, to hug him.

To love him.

Buizel felt her heart beat a little faster as she thought about the fact that she had fallen in love with Anon. It felt so heartwarming just to be able to admit that to herself and everybody around her. She had never before felt such a strong desire to be with somebody else than she did with Anon.

She thought about nothing except for Anon. She closed off her mind to everything else and just focused on him. That desire she felt deep inside of her was stronger than ever. With nothing else to focus on, she realized just how strongly it burned in the pit of her chest. Hopefulness, yearning, and longing were what she felt, all equally as strong.

"This isn't working."

Buizel jumped slightly in surprise, having almost completely forgotten that Abra was still in the room with her. She opened her eyes and turned to look at the Psychic-Type. "It's not...?"

Abra shook her head, her eyes glued to the laptop screen. "It's detecting your emotions, but nothing is catalysing."

It felt like a knife had gone through her heart. "Y-you mean it's not gonna work...?" she whimpered, afraid to hear the answer that would definitively cut her off from Anon for good.

"Well, for what it's worth, your emotions are quite strong. Stronger than I would have expected, honestly. I suppose you weren't exaggerating your feelings about Anon." Abra then shook her head. "But I would have thought this would be strong enough. Apparently not."

A bit of Buizel's fear washed away, though not all of it. "You mean I'm not...'feeling' hard enough?"

"You are focusing on your emotions and nothing else, right?"

"Yeah, yeah. I...well, I mean...I focused on them so much it...started to hurt."

Abra furrowed her brow and skewed her lips. "That is the correct course of action...Clearly you were not holding anything back."

Buizel frowned as worries started to return to her. "I-I can try again! Gimme a bit more time this time. Let me really dive deep into myself, or whatever." She turned back away from Abra and shut her eyes before the Psychic-Type could even reply.

"You can, I suppose. However, it looks as if my theory was correct but the threshold might be too high."

Buizel ignored her, refusing to give up. She latched onto that sense of fear. The horrible feeling she got in her gut when it had seemed like Anon was going to be out of her reach for good. A tiny grimace appeared on her muzzle as she focused in on her worries and anxieties. The thought of never being able to see Anon hurt. It hurt badly, and that only added fuel to the already-strong sense of desire she felt. Buizel practically opened her heart and let everything flow out at once. The strong, uncensored flow of raw emotion was painful to endure, and she even started to cry a little.

But nothing happened. Abra didn't say anything. It wasn't working.

Buizel clenched her eyes shut even tighter and growled under her breath, frustrated at the lack of success. What was with Abra's stupid machine anyway? Couldn't it see how strong her feelings for Anon were? She was crazy about Anon! She was almost obsessed with him. His voice was in her head, but she wanted so much more. It felt so awful to want so much and to be denied any of it. She wanted to talk to him, she wanted to see him, she wanted to hold him, she wanted to kiss him...

Kiss him...Caress his body...Share her body with him. She wanted to experience Anon right down to the core.

She wanted him!

Buizel gasped out loud. That's it!!

Without a second thought, Buizel jammed one of her paws right down her swim trunks and began to finger herself. The response from her body was immediate. With so many thoughts of Anon running through her mind, the spike of pleasure she felt was intense. She spread her legs apart to give herself better access and continued to slide her digit into her already-soaked pussy.

Waves and waves of incredible sensations washed over her whole body. She continued to think about Anon and all of his positive qualities. She closed her eyes and grit her teeth, fingering herself faster and faster. She occasionally tried to rub her paw along the edges of her folds, but mostly she just focused on pressing her one digit into her as deeply and as quickly as she could.

"...What are you doing?!" came Abra's incredulous exclamation.

Buizel just ignored her as she started to pant and moan.

"Time and place, Buizel!" Abra shouted, sounding quite annoyed, "What the hell has gotten into you?!"

The room started to fill with the lewd, wet sound of her digit moving in and out of her pussy. Buizel didn't pay much attention to anything around her. She focused on thoughts of Anon, and memories of her amazing 'glove sessions' with him.

"My god, I know I basically run a sex shop here but I was hoping it wouldn't turn anybody into uncontrollable nymphomaniacs! Would you cut it-" Abra fell silent in mid-sentence, and there was a brief moment of quiet before she spoke up again.

"Wait..." Abra said, "Wait a minute...It's...It's working! The device is picking up on your thoughts and it's...What the hell? Your brainwaves are insane! They're off the chart!"

"Anon..." Buizel whispered, already close to cumming. Now that she was focused on the idea of sex with Anon, she couldn't think about anything else and it was driving her crazy. She was filled with a deep, primal need like she had never, ever felt before. It felt like she was going to die if she didn't get what she needed.

And what she needed was Anon.

Now.

"Buizel, keep going! I don't know exactly what you're doing, but keep doing it! This is exactly what the program needs! The catalyst is...It's...!"

Buizel was starting to moan loudly now, not caring at all about the fact that Abra was in the room with her. She was working her paw between her hind legs so hard that it was starting to ache, but she didn't slow down. It felt like she was going through her first heat all over again, but twice as worse.

"Oh my god, it's happening..." Abra's stunned statement barely reached her ears.

"Aaah!!" Buizel cried out loudly. She had never felt this good masturbating before. This was incredible. Her head was filled with all of the things Anon could do with her. All of the things he could do to her. She eagerly imagined herself laying down, submitting herself to his every whim. Whatever he wanted, he would get. So long as she was there too.

Her whole body tensed up and she felt herself teetering on the edge of orgasm. Her paw hurt like hell, and the back of it was badly irritated from rubbing against the inner lining of her swim trunks, but the rest of her body felt indescribably good. She worked a second digit inside of herself, crying out as she stretched herself a little bit more. It wasn't nearly enough, but it was the best she could do.

"Anon...!" she moaned as she slammed those two digits deep into her soaking depths, jolting her whole system with a powerful bolt of pleasure. "Anon!! Anon, aaah!!" Her vision started to go white.

"Anon, I love youuuu!!!" Buizel exclaimed as she came hard. Her pussy clamped down on her two digits and within seconds her swim trunks were totally soaked. She continued to cry out as she rode the insane orgasm. It overcame her entire body. Everything felt tingly. It felt like she was weightless and was drifting off to nirvana.

Her climax was so incredibly intense, that eventually her brain simply couldn't handle it anymore. Right as the euphoria hit an intense peak, she blacked out a second later.