Violet Enterprises: Zesty Zoroark
Story by Xianyu on SoFurry
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File Name: Zesty Zoroark
Owner: Xianyu
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File Type: Story:Adult:M/F:Human x Zoroark
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Details: Zany Zoroark's Zealously Zesty Zenith
Keith chased a pea across the plate with his fork, before spearing it and turning the fork to the side to offer it to Tammy.
Tammy took the tiny offering, chewing it happily while retreating into Aleda's tails. The form of Fayah hulked next to the table. Even sitting down she looked positively scary.
“So uh," Keith started, gesturing with a fork.
Alice looked at him over the bolt-down cruise-ship restaurant table, arching an eyebrow, and Lucia looked at him with carefully affected boredom. Behind them, a pair of diners diverted their path to avoid walking past Fayah.
“Yes?" Alice asked pointedly.
“About Lucia…" Keith said, clearing his throat. “What's going on with her… you know, bottom parts?"
Alice arched an eyebrow. “I understand you did your very best to destroy them."
“No! I mean, her… clothes?" Keith continued awkwardly. “She has shorts!"
“And?" Alice asked blankly.
Keith made a motion with a hand. “I've never seen a pokemon with clothes before."
Alice arched an eyebrow. “Well, now you have."
“It's… kinda weird!" Keith continued, rubbing the back of his head with a hand, while Lucia gave him a pointed stare in response to his statement. “I mean… is she the only one? Or do all lucario…?"
Alice shook her head. “There are several different 'kinds' of lucario, some with shorts, some with their lower body just being fur."
“Oh," Keith said, blinking once. “I guess that makes sense..."
“Gardevoir has a ballgown, hitmonchan has clothing, sawk has an actual martial-arts gi, the list goes on. It's not that weird," Alice stated, staring at him.
“So…" Keith frowned, turning to Lucia, “Do they just… come with them? Are they made by somebody? What about if they lose them?"
Alice gave a short sigh. “Yes, no, and they regrow them."
Keith stared at Alice. “Re… grow them?"
“Yes, grow them."
Keith blinked once, but was saved from thinking on that particular fact any further by the arrival of the waiter with their dessert. Most of them had opted for simple creamed rice, but Aleda and Tammy had wanted a very strange dessert based on creamed rice that was carefully sauteed with a mix of figy, qualot, and occa berries. Instead of the usual white, it was a strange mix of colours that looked almost like a sunset. As the platter was placed down, the spicy smell wafting off the bowl made Keith's eyes water, and he quickly slid it over to Aleda and Tammy.
“So," Keith asked, digging a spoon into his pudding, and then looking around before lowering his voice. “Have you noticed that the bipedal pokemon are a lot more… sexual?"
Alice arched an eyebrow at him, and then paused, seeming to think over his question, before shaking her head. “No, actually. I've found it to be the opposite."
“Oh, right, Atlas," Keith said with a short laugh. “I want to know if it's just working in my line of business that makes me feel like this or if it's a general rule of thumb… but I can't really ask anywhere."
“The plight of the pokemon porn star," Alice said with a giggle.
Keith hissed faintly. “Keep your voice down, there are people!"
Alice rolled her eyes. “And none of them are paying attention to us. You're awfully shy about what you do considering your face is plastered all over your videos. You've got your own fanpage on the Violet Enterprises blogsite."
Keith blinked once. “Fan page?"
“Yep! Even have some recent sightings, last time I checked. Someone spotted you in Goldenrod which is why when I saw you walking down the path I knew it had to be you."
“That's… honestly a little bit creepy," Keith said blankly. “Arceus, I have a fan site."
“C'mon, you like what you do, embrace it! Fuck Aleda right on the table in front of everyone," Alice suggested.
Keith paled, and Aleda looked up from her bowl of spicy rice pudding to give Alice a very concerned stare,
Alice giggled, shaking her head. “Sorry, I'm a little silly recently. Atlas has been keeping me up."
Keith rolled his eyes. “Oh I bet."
Alice grumbled. “He's a snuggler. He likes to trap me in his grasp and laze all over me and he's big and heavy and warm."
Keith made a 'continue on' motion with a hand.
“Yes, after he fucks me," Alice said with a very put-open roll of her eyes. “Of course."
“Of course," Keith said with a laugh. “He's gotta convince you to join the company somehow right?"
“If I join the company it won't be just for arcanine sex," Alice rebuked, frowning.
Keith nodded earnestly. “Of course, of course, you like other pokemon than arcanine."
Keith only narrowly dodged the spoon Alice threw at him.
Alice lounged back against the warm fluffy wall of Atlas' chest, idly reaching with a hand to scritch his chin and throat while her free hand operated a Violet Enterprises tablet. It had been given to her when she accepted the temporary position, and was loaded with information on the company and contractual obligations should she accept a more permanent position at the company.
She had already tried to contact her father, but had been told by his secretary that he was in a meeting and she would pass along a message. Alice had declined to leave a message.
“So what do you think, Atlas?"
Atlas curled slightly to peer at her.
“Should I take the position with the company?" she asked helplessly, ruffling his chest with a palm. “Would you like to be my pokemon for a while?"
Atlas stared at her, and then curled further to bump his muzzle against her hair, snuffling loudly at her neck and ear and then giving her cheek a lazy lick. “Arc," he responded noncommittally.
“Oh thank you so much for the vote of confidence," Alice said, shaking her head with a sigh. “You mean you're not at all excited about the idea of having me around constantly to worship you?"
Atlas arched an eyebrow at her, and then heaved an ambivalent huff.
Alice narrowed her eyes. “Playing hard to get?"
“Arc," Atlas responded with the slightest hint of a sly smirk.
“Maybe you just need some convincing…" Alice responded mock-thoughtfully. One of her hands slipped down his form, rubbing at his lower belly, just in front of where one of his hindlegs blocked access to the fat arcanine sheath.
Atlas perked ears upwards curiously at her action, and lifted his hindleg enough for her to slip her hand between his huge thighs, but instead, she leaned past him and reached down for her backpack, slipping a dainty hand deep inside and rummaging until she could find a DVD case.
“This is one of my favorites," Alice said, holding up the case so Atlas could see the two arcanine on the cover. She flipped the case open, and then pulled out the optical disc, smirking and showing it to Atlas.
The disc depicted a scene from the dvd, showing a low-angle shot from behind the two arcanine, obviously mid-mating, with long tendrils of what could only be cum drooling down between spread thighs matted with sexual liquids. But the hole in the centre was strategically placed to 'censor' the action, meaning that one could only get an impression of the act without being technically explicit. The Violet Enterprises logo was prominent, as was the title which was 'C.Y.O.E'; which stood for 'Choose Your Own Ending', one of Violet Enterprises' experimental formats. At several points in the DVD it offered the choice of different paths.
Atlas stared at the disc for a long moment and then rolled his eyes exaggeratedly.
Smirking, Alice slipped off the bed, and then strode over to the television, inserting the DVD into the side of it and scooping up the remote, returning to Atlas who was pointedly not paying any attention to her or the television and was busy washing his paw with long licks.
Alice rested back against the big arcanine, and Atlas ignored her presence… until her panties were draped over his nose with a soft giggle. He blinked and curled around to look at her, finding her sprawled back against his hindlegs and belly, with one knee lifted, almost exposed, but with the front of her skirt folded in such a way that he couldn't actually see anything.
Red eyes narrowed, and Atlas snorted once, grumbling at her.
Alice smirked, and then lifted the remote, pointing it at the television and flicking it on, before starting up the DVD. A splash screen showing close-ups of two arcanines fucking doggystyle popped up on screen, along with a menu. The title card of 'Choose Your Own Ending' tastefully hid a lot of the explicit action, but on deeper thrusts the engorged black knot of the arcanine could be seen straining at the female's fluffy outer lips.
Atlas stared at the screen for several long moments, transfixed, and then went back to licking his paw lazily.
Alice navigated the menus, hitting the 'select a scene' option and scrolling past the cunnilingus and fellatio scenes, and selecting the one marked 'breeding'.
Immediately, the room was filled with the sound of strained arcanine panting, and the soft thuds of fluffy bodies colliding, while the screen itself showed the male fucking the female arcanine from behind. Soft 'arcs' left them both, and corny dialogue was written for both arcanine, which played across the bottom of the screen in bold yellow text.
[Fernos] I'm gonna fuck you full of my pups!
[Brandi] Yes! Give it to me!
“Have you seen this one before?" Alice asked innocently, following Atlas' gaze to where he was staring at the television.
“Arc," Atlas responded with a shake of his head.
Alice smirked, leaning back against the arcanine, shifting far enough that she was lazing against one of his hindlegs. She slipped a soft palm between his hindlegs, making him lift one into the air, which gave her a good view and easy access to that fat orange sheath. She giggled when she saw his tip already starting to spill from the swollen sheath. “Oh you try to act like it's nothing but this part sure isn't lying," she purred, placing a hand directly on his sheath and squeezing lightly.
“Arc!" Atlas huffed, turning his attention back to the screen, pretending to ignore Alice's touch.
The DVD had been frozen on a slow-motion loop that was almost perfect, showing a slight hitch on every second arcanine-hump, and giving quite a view of Fernos' fat black knot straining against Brandi's soft outer lips. A subtitle at the bottom of the screen asked:
[Fernos] Do you want my fucking knot?
[Brandi]
A blinking cursor awaited a response from the remote control offering two different options: 'cum inside', and 'balls deep'.
“What do you think?" Alice asked innocently, rubbing her palm up to his tip, and leaning in to rest her cheek on his sheath, so she could watch that growing black flesh spill free from scant inches away. “Should Brandi get the knot? Or do you wanna see some mess?"
Atlas curled to peer at her, and then back at the screen, black flesh thickening and growing eagerly, giving an uncertain growl.
“Let's see the knot, first," Alice purred, squeezing around his sheath deliberately, where Atlas' own knot was still hidden.
A quick selection on the dvd caused the video to lurch into a new scene, and Brandi's text popped up on the bottom of the screen:
[Brandi] Y-yes! Give me your pups!
Fernos leant over the female further, and a shot showed his paws digging into the earth, clenching at the ground for purchase as his hips started to pound into the female harder and faster, really putting all his weight behind each substantial hump. Each of his pounding humps spread Brandi's outer lips further and further, and a cutaway made sure to show the action close-up as each earnest thrust sank his knot further and further.
After another series of wild humps, Brandi's outer lips stretched and spread as far as they could, straining around the mid-point of Ferno's fat black knot, and with a heated snarl, the male drew back and then lunged forwards with all of his strength. Immediately, his knot sank inside, and the entire screen was taken up with a slow-motion shot of Brandi's outer lips closing down around the back of Fernos' knot, sealing it inside her as he snarled in delight and started pumping his load deep inside, flooding the female arcanine's body with heated spurts. The camera shots took great delight in showing each pulse and throb of Ferno's cock, in the tiny sliver that was visible not buried inside the female, his sheath flush against her outer lips.
A single thick tendril of hot arcanine cum started to spill from the bottom of Brandi's fully-stuffed cunt, slowly drooling down between their hindlegs, evidence of how thoroughly the arcanine had bred her.
“Have you even done that?" Alice asked heatedly, grasping a palm around Atlas' stiffening cock and starting to stroke up and down it eagerly. “Ever stuffed your knot in a female arcanine?"
“Arc," Atlas responded the affirmative, staring at the screen, tail beginning to slowly, eagerly twitch. His fat black cock was stiffening almost urgently, throbbing to life, the warmth in it becoming quite apparent as his huge knot blossomed up out of his sheath and swelled into the air.
Alice giggled, slipping a hand down and squeezing around his knot. “That's hot," she whispered, watching a heavy gush of clear precum drool from the pointed tip of the stiff black length. “Was it on camera?"
“Nine," Atlas responded, shaking his head slowly.
“Shame," Alice murmured, slowly stroking her palm over the top third of Atlas' throbbing cock, spreading the slick precum over it. She turned her attention back to the dvd for a moment, which was now on an 'end' screen showing Brandi lazing in the sun surrounded by growlithe.
Several options faded in at the bottom of the screen, offering the choice between going back a step, switching to the other scenes on the DVD, or returning to the main menu. Alice freed a hand from the arcanine's stiffened cock, and reached for the remote, going back a scene, offering her the choice again of Fernos giving Brandi his knot or not. This time, she selected the second option.
Immediately, the DVD swapped back to the scene of Fernos fucking the female arcanine with wild, urgent humps. That same low-angle shot came in from behind the two canine pokemon, showing Ferno's huge black cock stuffing deep inside the female over and over again, with his knot cramming up against her outer lips in firm grinds.
But when the previous scene had shown Fernos cram his knot inside, this one swapped to a new scene with Ferno's urgent humps getting jerky and wild, and his knot thudding against Brandi's outer lips but not quite spreading them enough to sink inside.
Alice stared at the screen, knowing what was coming, her grasp on Atlas' cock working up and down it eagerly in anticipation.
Fernos drew his hips back, and then ground in a few inches, leaving fully two thirds of his throbbing cock not buried inside the female. A powerful pulse travelled down the length of the black flesh, and his knot swelled to its full, intimidating size. The camera took great pains to show each heaving throb down the length of the arcanine's cock as it visibly pulsed and spurted into the shallow's of Brandi's squeezing cunt.
And then, Fernos snarled and gave a jerky lunging hump, burying himself in the female until his knot thudded against her outer lips. Hot gushes of the gooey white spunk he had pulsed into Brandi's tight cunny was forced out by the sudden hump, washing back over his cock and knot and spilling down her inner thighs in a deluge of sticky mess.
Both arcanine howled as Fernos started to fuck her with wild humps even as he spilled inside her, each shove of his hips causing another thick, sticky gush of arcanine spunk to drool from the thoroughly-stuffed arcanine cunny.
After several long seconds of bliss, the male arcanine drew back, letting the stiff cock pull from her used cunny and spring free. Large paws gripped the arcanine's rump, spreading her, letting the cameras get a very good shot of Brandi's thoroughly-used pussy dripping thick white rivulets of Fernos' spunk.
Alice bit her bottom lip, and squeezed around Atlas' knot with one dainty hand while her other pumped up and down his stiff cock, causing slick dribbles of clear precum to drool from his pointed tip. “You arcanine make such a mess…"
“Arc!" Atlas responded, a slight note of smugness entering his tone as his hips rolled slowly against her motions.
Alice giggled, and squeezed around the base of his cock with one hand, while her other slipped down her own body, moving beneath her skirt to give light rubs against her aching cunt with slender fingers. She shifted slightly, laying her cheek against that heavy, throbbing cock, feeling the radiating heat deep within it and the sheer heft of it against her flesh.
The DVD had paused at the end-screen again, showing the female arcanine with the growlithe, and was once more offering the options.
Alice reached down for the remote again, having to remove her hand from under her skirt to do so, her free hand giving little squeezes and light rubs along the length of Atlas' throbbing black cock to keep him interested as she fumbled for the controls. A quick selection went back to the menu, and another click brought up the scene-selection.
The scene selection was divided into neat rows, under headings. There was a 'foreplay' heading, a 'mating' heading, 'creamy compilation' heading, and an unobtrusive 'bonus features' below that. Each heading was subdivided into panels showing small repeating clips of what they contained and a heading. The 'foreplay' section had 'Standing Oral' showing a side-on shot of Fernos standing over a crouching Brandi; 'Throat Swabbing' with Brandi laying on her back on a bed and Fernos fucking her upside-down muzzle; and '69' which was exactly what one would expect from the title.
Alice tabbed down past the foreplay section as she always did, to where the 'mating' heading offered 'Missionary', 'Arcanine-Style', and 'Bounce' options, each showing an appropriate moving picture. She paused there for a moment, hoving on the 'missionary' option, glancing from the throbbing black cock in front of her face to the DVD menu and then back again.
Atlas arched an eyebrow, curling around to peer at her.
Alice swallowed thickly, feeling her cheeks warming, and tsked at the big arcanine. “J-just watch the movie, okay?"
The arcanine snorted once, and then turned back to the television, his tail thwapping against the bed impatiently.
Alice turned her attention back to the dvd, biting her bottom lip, giving Atlas' throbbing cock a slow stroke up and down before moving the selector over to the 'foreplay' section and selecting the 'Standing Oral' option.
The screen went dark, and then resolved itself into a very close-up view of a fat arcanine sheath, with just the hint of black flesh visible at the end of that thick orange-brown casing. Brandi's head entered the frame, and the big female arcanine leaned in, nudging that large nose against Fernos' sheath, followed by an eager lick of black tongue against the end of that huge sheath.
Atlas stared at the screen, bemused, and then curled slightly to peer at Alice again, seeming to smirk.
Alice huffed, feeling her cheeks warming, and reached a hand forwards to swat the arcanine's nose. “J-just watch the movie!" she grumbled.
Atlas gave a rumbling laugh, but turned back to the television.
On the screen, Brandi was enthusiastically lapping at Fernos' sheath, coaxing out eagerly-growing inches of black arcanine cock. The fat sheath visibly swelled, engorging with the weight of Ferno's flesh as it spilled out against the eagerly-lapping tongue, quickly starting to stiffen into the air.
Alice bit her bottom lip, her free hand slipping down under her skirt to begin slowly rubbing at herself, while her other squeezed around the massive bulge of Atlas' knot, causing a thick dribble of precum to spill from his tip and drool down the length of his shiny black cock.
In only seconds, Fernos was at his full size, his throbbing cock bobbing in front of Brandi's nose. A few shots showed the female arcanine leaning in and mouthing around his knot, nuzzling his balls and then lapping along his underside, causing hot spurts of precum to splash over her face. And then, the 'scene' ended at a stand-by loop with a visible hitch at the end, of Brandi with her muzzle open and tongue hanging out, with Fernos' cock laid out across her face, from her nose to between her eyes, visibly throbbing and drooling.
Three 'paths' manifested at the bottom of the screen:
[Blow-job] [Muzzle-fuck] [Mating]
Alice slowly stroked up and down Atlas' cock, dipping her fingers into herself and stifling the softest of groans.
Atlas curled to peer at her, and Alice arched an eyebrow. “Well? What one do you wanna see? This is all for you, big boy. I don't even like oral."
Atlas stared at her, his gaze drifting from her hand on his cock, to her other hand under her skirt. One of his eyebrows arched dubiously.
Alice flushed, removing her hand from her skirt and giving a swift stroke up and down Atlas' cock, her cheeks slightly pink. “Choose!"
Atlas grumbled, and then turned back to the screen, lifting a large paw to point emphatically at the middle option.
“How completely unpredictable," Alice said dryly, her voice wavering slightly, before she picked up the remote and selected the 'Muzzle-fuck' option.
The scene changed, and Brandi draw back, one of her large paws gripping the base of Fernos' cock to hold it steady so she could lap at his tip, eagerly dragging her velvety, black tongue against that pointed tip over and over again. After a few moments of this treatment, one of Ferno's paws came up to grip the base of one of her ears, and then the big arcanine clearly made to stuff his cock in Brandi's mouth!
Brandi drew back with a grin, staring up at the other arcanine, before opening her mouth up and extending her tongue in clear invitation.
With an eager growl, Fernos drew his hips back, letting that stiff, throbbing black length of arcanine cock drop down Brandi's face until it brushed past her nose. The camera zoomed in close, showing a high-definition shot of Brandi lipping at the point of Fernos' quivering cock. Her soft lips curled against the pointed tip, and a black tongue gave eager little licks along the end of it, summoning up a spurt of precum that wet her tongue.
One of Ferno's large paws came to rest between her ears, and the arcanine heaved forwards slightly, pushing the tip of his cock into Brandi's muzzle. Immediately, she started to nurse on him, cheeks pursing slightly as she suckled eagerly even as the fat black cock spread her jaws.
“Disgusting," Alice muttered, huffing and squeezing around the base of Atlas' cock, giving a slow stroke up and down it.
Atlas rolled his eyes at her again, turning back to the television to watch Fernos give a series of eager humps into Brandi's muzzle, sinking inch after inch of stiff black cock into her muzzle. The camera showed a shot from the side, letting the viewer see how many inches of Ferno's cock were sinking inside that large muzzle, with the bulb of his knot pushing closer and closer to her nose and lips with each eager motion of the male's hips.
“I always forget how big arcanine are," Alice murmured, squeezing up the length of Atlas' cock. Compared to the cock on the screen, she was having trouble fathoming how it was even possible to get that much cock into a mouth. Even an arcanines! If she tried her very hardest, she could maybe fit the first third in her mouth before it would be banging against the back of her throat. The thought made her flush and shudder, and she swallowed dryly.
Atlas was still focused on the television, watching Fernos' motion hitch for a moment as he found the back of Brandi's muzzle. Only an inch of stiff black cock was not buried in her mouth, his knot throbbing in front of her nose, so close but so far away! Almost immediately, Fernos leaned over the other arcanine and started to fuck her muzzle with firm, powerful humps, his hips grinding towards her muzzle and reaching that same point in her mouth with each eager thrust, filling her muzzle to absolute capacity over and over again.
Alice glanced up at the screen, cheeks flushed. “Arceus… that poor arcanine. She's getting abused." She stared at the screen for a moment longer, watching Fernos' eager humps rock the female's head back and forth. Brandi kept her stance set, to provide much-needed resistance, translating Fernos' eager motions into pistoning of his cock back and forth in her large muzzle. But it still didn't look very gentle.
Fernos' motions changed, and a large paw gripped at Brandi's cheek, holding her steady and then pushing her head down, forming a better line between her mouth and throat and letting the eager male hump deeper, sinking all the way inside her muzzle until the end of his knot kissed up against her lips. Then, he started to fuck her muzzle properly, sliding back and then heaving forwards with an eager driving motion, rocking Brandi back and forth with his eager motions. She extended her tongue, cradling the underside of that fat black knot each time Fernos pushed it against her nose and lips.
“No way does he ever fit that entire thing in her mouth," Alice murmured, eyes wide.
Atlas spared her a look, snorting once and then returning to watching the television with rapt interest.
Fernos' motions were getting more and more intent, his hips grinding into her mouth in urgent jerky humps, bumping that fat knot against her nose and lips in earnest shoves that made a soft, but audible impact with her muzzle.
Alice bit her tongue a moment, and then squeezed both hands around Atlas' knot, marvelling at the heat and stiffness of it. The constant eager throb of blood in it was matched by a noticeable increase in heat with each beat. She huffed softly. “Typical. Is that what gets you all hot and bothered, huh?"
Atlas spared her a glance, and then turned back to the television, his hips rolling eagerly. “Arc, arc!"
Alice glanced up the television, finding that it was on a loop now, showing a slow-motion scene of Fernos urgently rutting into Brandi's muzzle, bumping his knot against her lips over and over again. He was obviously about to finish. The bottom of the screen offered several different options:
[Oral-Knotting] [Inside] [Open mouth]
Alice huffed, releasing Atlas' knot for a moment and picking up the remote, staring at the options, feeling her cheeks warming again. “Let's go with the first option, I guess… at least it won't be so disgusting."
Atlas curled to stare at her, arching an eyebrow, and Alice stared at him in response, giving one half of his knot a firm squeeze in retaliation, wincing slightly in surprise as a gush of his hot precum splashed against her arm.
“Arc!" Atlas demanded, his tail starting to thud against the bed urgently.
Alice rolled her eyes, and then hit the button to continue the scene. Immediately, the DVD moved to the next section, with Fernos' humps getting more and more urgent and wild, more of his weight put behind that fat, thrusting cock.
Alice stared, watching the screen as the male's motions got harsher and harsher, his knot pushing and straining against Brandi's large muzzle, forcing her to open up wider and wider, until, with a triumphant snarl, the male heaved forwards and sank his knot past her lips.
The directors of the film were so evidently so pleased with the shot that they showed it multiple times, from different angles, in slow motion.
And then Fernos held Brandi's muzzle tight against his sheath, the entire length of his cock buried in her muzzle, and started to unload.
The shot changed, showing from below this time, giving a good look at the bulge in Brandi's throat. The camera was so close that it picked up the sound of desperate swallows as Brandi struggled to swallow down gush after gush of hot arcanine spunk being pumped directly down her throat.
Alice stared, her eyes wide, before she swallowed thickly and then turned back to Atlas' cock, giving a slow stroke up and down it, watching it twitch and jerk, drooling precum, achingly stiff, while the big firedog stared at the screen with rapt attention.
“You could kill a girl trying to do that to her," Alice muttered, giving the base of Atlas' cock a firm squeeze.
Atlas chuffed for a moment, seeming to smile smugly, even as the screen switched to an end-screen again.
Alice picked up the remote in her free hand, going back to the main menu. Atlas gave a faint whine as the boring menu popped back up again, and Alice rolled her eyes once more. “We're almost done here, silly puppy. I just gotta drag you into the shower so you don't make a mess when you fuck me stupid."
Atlas curled to stare at her, and then gave her his best puppy-dog-eyes.
Alice narrowed her eyes at him, and then sighed and shook her head. “Fine, one more."
Some quick button presses later, Alice was back on the scene-selection, She peered at the 'creamy compilation' heading for a moment, feeling her cheeks warm again. She had never watched it before, especially not with a thumbnail that showed Brandi sat back on her haunches with her mouth wide open, eagerly waiting what one could only assume was a sticky mouthful of arcanine jizz.
With a slight harrumph, she hit the 'play' button and threw the remote to the side.
The screen immediately resolved to a black screen with stereotypical corny pornography music and then showed a shot of Brandi opening wide in front of Fernos' stiff, throbbing cock, before sudden heavy jets of gooey spunk splashed directly into her mouth. It splattered over the roof of her mouth, heavily painting over the insides of her muzzle and coating her tongue utterly as she stared up at the camera with smoldering red eyes.
“Oh wow not even two seconds in and it's already just… ugh," Alice said loudly, shaking her head. “Is this what turns you on, honestly?"
Atlas turned to peer at her, and then snorted once, smirking and turning back to the screen.
It seemed that the compilation was taken from every part of the DVD, even the 'special features' section, which evidently showed what happened when cameraman and directors were in a room with a horny arcanine for shoot after shoot.
The next scene showed Brandi laying on a couch, probably there specifically for her to rest on between takes, but two people dressed in cameramen outfits, along with a casually-dressed person who must have been the director, were taking turns fucking her. One of the cameramen was at her head, fucking her muzzle with eager humps, while another was between her legs, pounding her with deep strokes. A moment later, there was a cut, and then it showed the guy at her muzzle pull back and start jerking off in earnest, laying his cock directly against Brandi's eagerly-extended tongue and starting to pump a burst of human cum right into her open muzzle.
A second later and another cut, and the second cameraman was grasping her muzzle and humping deep inside it on his final strokes, firing eager jets of human spunk into her mouth that were only revealed when he pulled back and Brandi deliberately opened her mouth for him, showing the streaks of gooey white adorning her tongue.
“D-disgusting," Alice murmured, cheeks burning now. The next cut showed the director humping deep inside Brandi's visibly moist cunt, stuffing himself so far inside her that only a sliver of his cock was visible. The portion of his cock not buried inside her visibly throbbed and jerked as he groaned and unloaded inside her, holding there for several long moments before withdrawing. The black flesh of Brandi's used cunny gave up only the merest hint of the human spunk resting within, which was evidently not enough for the director. He slipped a hand down, burying two fingers inside the arcanine's pussy and giving a few slow pumps until a gooey mess of human spunk was drooling from her used cunt.
Alice gripped around Atlas' knot with one hand, and then started to give swift, firm strokes up and down his cock with the other. The big arcanine started to pant, his hips arching slowly up towards her motions while the straining flesh spilled hot precum over and over again. He was so hard and twitching, it was all Alice could do not to throw a leg over him and grind against his knot.
The next scene on the DVD showed one of Brandi holding Fernos' knot in her large paws, one on either side, holding him steady as she lapped in earnest at his twitching cocktip. Each bruish of her tongue made the stiff black flesh twitch and jerk wildly, obviously so very closer to just blowing. Alice's strokes up and Atlas' straining cock slowed as she stared at the screen.
Brandi leaned in, capturing the bobbing tip of Fernos' cock and giving it a gentle, firm suck. Immediately, a jet of molten arcanine spunk lanced out and splashed the back of her throat, washing over her tongue and the roof of her mouth. She smirked, holding the fat black cock steady and opening her mouth wide, letting the camera get a good look at the gooey burst of spunk that liberally splashed over the back of her back of her muzzle and absolutely flooded her mouth with white.
Alice shuddered, her knees tightening, squeezing together, and she swapped one hand from Atlas' shaft and dipped it back under her skirt, grinding her palm against herself, feeling her cheeks burning once more. Her other hand remained around his engorged knot, squeezing it and keeping the big arcanine jerking and twitching She stared at his tip, watching a hot dribble of clear precum drool down the length of it, before she sucked in a breath to steel herself and then leaned forwards and closed her lips over his tip.
Almost immediately, Atlas jerked and seemed to have to restrain himself from humping up into her mouth, his cock straining and pumping an incredible volume of precum directly over her tongue.
Flushing deeply, Alice gave a slow bob on Atlas' stiff, straining cock, letting the thin precum wash down over him from between her lips. The raw spice and heat of his precum was burning on her lips and tongue, overwhelming her senses with the musky taste and scent of his spice. She squeezed his knot, and a splash of precum spilled from him with such power that it splattered over the back of her throat, and for a heart-stopping moment she thought he was coming. She drew back, shuddering, mouth open and clear precum spilling down her chin as she ground her palm against herself almost urgently. As she swallowed reflexively, the burning in her lips and tongue moved to her throat instead, smokey and potent.
“F-fuck," Alice gasped, sparing a glance for Atlas. The big firedog was watching her, a sly grin dancing in his eyes, no longer giving the lion's share of his attention to the DVD, which now showed a continuation of the last scene where Brandi had been getting her open mouth splashed with arcanine spunk. Now, the cameramen and direction had joined in, and all three of them were jerking off into Brandi's eagerly-open muzzle, readying to add to the mess Fernos had already made of her.
Shuddering, Alice shifted her grip from Atlas' knot to his shaft proper, grasping him and giving firm, earnest pumps up and down him. Immediately, more precum splashed from him, and with a faint whimper, she leaned forwards to capture his cocktip again, sinking him past her lips and nursing on him urgently.
On the screen, Brandi was getting her extended tongue painted with burst of human spunk, while on the bed, Atlas' knot was starting to visibly thicken and throb, fattening up while the heavy pulse of his arousal became more and more pronounced in that stiff, quivering cock.
“F-fuck, you're going to cum," Alice murmured breathlessly, her cheeks burning heavily. She couldn't help but imagine what it would be like, how it would taste and feel for burning-hot arcanine spunk to pump right into her mouth. “We gotta… get off the bed," Alice muttered, quivering, grinding her palm against herself again and swooping in for another eager bob and suckle of Atlas' stiff, twitching cock.
Atlas' head lolled back, and his hips gave a reflexive jerk and shift, grinding towards her motions, and his paws gripped at her lower body, jerking Alice out of her daze.
Alice pulled back, panting, the air moving across her burning lips and tongue increasing the sensation of spice there. Her chin was dripping with arcanine precum, and she resisted the urge to wipe her mouth with the back of her hand. She pulled herself to her knees, and then unsteadily rose, heading to the bathroom, beckoning Atlas to follow.
Atlas grumbled, his ears flattening, before doing as asked, rolling over and then harrumphing, stalking after Alice towards the bathroom while the DVD moved on to the next portion of the compilation, showing the various times Fernos had sank his knot in Brandi's muzzle and cunny.
Alice was leaning back against the wall of the bathroom by the time Atlas prowled in, one hand under her skirt, working herself over with eager grinding motions. The big firedog paused in the doorway, smirking at her.
Shuddering again, Alice straightened, and then pointed at the shower. “P-put your paws on the towel rack," she ordered shakily.
Atlas gave her a bemused stare, but did as ordered, lifting his large forepaws up to grip the steel towel rack. It groaned, but thankfully didn't give way, leaving the big arcanine at a strange angle that nonetheless would let Alice slip underneath him without any issue. His stiff black cock was quite visible beneath him, drooling a line of precum onto the tiled floor.
“See? Now I can make you cum and watch it all splash right on the wall," Alice murmured, reaching under the arcanine and grasping his cock, giving him a swift series of pumps.
Atlas shuddered, his hips rocking and jerking slowly, his cock twitching and giving another spurt of precum, this one almost strong enough to reach the wall. He looked down between his own forepaws at the space there, and then lifted his head to peer at Alice.
Flushing, Alice stroked at the cock a little more firmly, before she got down on her knees, kneeling beside the big canine, his cock at perfect eye-level, pointed towards the wall. She had a ringside seat to what she was doing to him, one palm cupping his knot, squeezing around what little of it she could with only one hand, while her other swiftly pumped him, stroking him and bringing him back to that same twitching, jerking point he had been at before.
She watched raptly as the veins along his cock engorged, the entire shaft fattening and flexing, a rush of blood making it thicken and bulge in a pulsing, expanding wave as that fat knot at his base swelled up to its incredible size. She stared, giving that huge bulb a little testing squeeze; it was so big. Immediately, Atlas' cock started to jerk and quiver, from deep inside, not quite at orgasm just yet but oh so very close.
“You like that, puppy?" Alice asked breathlessly, giving him another swift stroke and almost giggling at the way he shuddered and jerked, held right on the edge. She slowly worked her hand down the length of him, smearing his own precum into his cockflesh, her soft touches bringing forth another powerful spurt of precum that actually hit the wall this time, leaving a clear line of fluid on it. She bit her tongue, almost releasing his knot so she could masturbate again, but he was so close to coming. She couldn't stop now!
Just a few more swift strokes, a little squeeze around his knot. The poor arcanine was so close to blowing that it wouldn't take anything to set him off!
Alice didn't even make a decision. She didn't even remember thinking it. One moment, she was stroking Atlas off, pointing that stiff, glorious cock at the wall to give her a show, and the next moment, without even deciding to do so, she had moved to kneel directly in the line of fire, lined up his tip with her mouth and sank her lips down over him.
Immediately, hot gushes of precum splashed over her tongue, painting the inside of her mouth. She swallowed on instinct, gasping and shuddering around her mouthful of stiff, throbbing black canine dick at the renewed burning in her throat. Her eyes widened as she stared down the barrel of his cock, his knot bulging angrily in front of her. She gave it a hesitant squeeze, realising that Atlas was going to cum in her fucking mouth!
She had only seconds to pull back and save herself. But instead, Alice grasped around his shaft with her free hand, and jerked him off with swift, decisive motions, feathering his tip with an urgent flurry of licks like the most stereotypical of porn sluts.
She wanted it.
Atlas' hips strained for a moment, and his knot bulged obscenely, that entire cock giving a hearty throb and jerk before it seemed to explode right in Alice's mouth.
The first gush she was almost ready for, splashing across her tongue and the roof of her mouth, filling her mouth almost to capacity in one powerful spraying gush. The spice of his precum was nothing compared to the burning heat of his actual spunk; sticky, heavy, and overwhelmingly intense. She swallowed on reflex, straining to pull down a gooey rush of the mess, before the second burst filled her mouth past capacity. Her eyes widened, and she realised in that instant how much she had underestimated what the arcanine could produce.
Alice pulled back, gasping, her eyes closing just in time as Atlas' next burst hit her right in the face. It splashed over the bridge of her nose, her cheeks, and chin, utterly covering the bottom half of her face in a debaucherous mask, incredibly hot and surprisingly weighty.
“F-fuck-fuck-fuck!" Alice stammered, stuffing one hand under her skirt and rubbing at herself urgently. Hot gushes of arcanine spunk splashed over her face and shoulders, falling down over her chest in heavy ropes as she quivered and fingered herself furiously.
In mere moments, Alice was quivering through her own orgasm, her mind foggy and hazy. One hand was still wrapped around Atlas' spasming cock, feeling each heavy pulse pounding down the length of it before bursting right out over her front. She leaned forwards blindly, capturing his tip in her mouth and nursing on him eagerly. Each fat throb of his cock and luscious spurt of arcanine spunk was met by a straining swallow, her throat and stomach burning with the intensity of it all as she swallowed down burst after burst of Atlas' hefty load.
Alice came back to her senses properly to find herself swallowing down the last of Atlas' heavy load. His flow had reduced, tapering off into quiet bursts of gooey spunk, so hot and thick that it coated her throat on the way down and made her entire body feel flushed and hot.
“F-fuck…" Alice murmured, pulling back and gasping for air, staring at the cock quivering in front of her face as it drooled a heavy gush of spunk from the tip, drooling to the floor. Shuddering and blushing violently, she leaned forwards to nurse on him again, slowly stroking him off into her mouth to make sure he was done before she pulled back again.
Atlas stared down at her, his chest heaving, looking at his handiwork.
Alice was suddenly acutely aware that her entire face was a mess off arcanine spunk. Her eyes were watering from the sheer spice of it, and the heat of it burned in her stomach, throat, and mouth like a harsh alcohol. Her knees clenched together, and she rubbed herself urgently with her fingers again, drawing herself into another trembling orgasm.
Atlas stared down at her all the way, that smug smile dancing in his eyes.
Quivering, Alice reached up to swat his nose, turning her face to hide it, her cheeks burning with more than just arcanine spunk. “S-shut up and move. I n-need to have a shower after that!" she protested.
Atlas grinned, and sidestepped smoothly, making space enough for Alice to get into the shower.
And even as she was stripping to try and get clean, Alice couldn't help but play over the events of the last few moments again and again; the hot splash against the back of her throat, the feel of that throbbing cock pulsing right in her mouth…
Alice stepped into the shower, flicking it on and shuddering. She hadn't closed the door, and Atlas was staring at her.
She flushed, her eyes wandering down his form to that slowly-softening black flesh, imagining it in her mouth again. She bit her tongue again, giving an uncertain quiver.
Atlas came when she beckoned, and she lifted one knee up against the wall, leaning back against it and leading his head in between her legs. The big firedog didn't even seem to mind the water as he buried his muzzle between her thighs, starting to lap eagerly at Alice's moist cunt.
Keith sprawled across the bed, watching waves rolling outside the window. It wasn't a first-class room this time, and they were closer to the waterline, meaning that the waves occasionally lapped at the portholes.
Fayah was sitting in a corner of the cramped room, back to the wall as always, mohawk covering one side of her face. Aleda and Tammy were taking up their customary half of the bed, with Aleda's tails trailing down off the end in a cascade of fluff.
Keith glanced over at Fayah, and then reached down for his pack, opening up the flap and extricating the book that Fayah had wanted. Embossed purple letting proclaimed the title: 'Illusory Lover'. It was a 'slice of life' novel, rather than a romance, so Keith had low hopes that it would feature the kind of pokemon-on-human relationships he was becoming accustomed to.
“Fayah," Keith said quietly.
Fayah looked up, one red eye staring at him.
Keith lifted the edge of the blanket. “C'mere."
Fayah stared at him, and then stared at the floor, before woodenly rising to her paws and stomping over to the bed, crawling in under the blankets and facing away from him, keeping a careful distance of a few inches from her body and his own, carefully not touching him.
Keith rolled his eyes inwardly, giving a faint sigh. He lifted a hand under the blankets to rest on Fayah's side, and she immediately tensed up. He couldn't see her face, but he could feel her staring at the wall.
“Relax…" Keith soothed, squeezing her shoulder. But still, Fayah's body was like a wound spring in the bed next to him.
Sighing faintly, Keith reached over her, slipping his hand into his pack again, coming up with a thin travel blanket emblazoned with different eeveelutions. He'd had it since he had put together his travel pack, back when he first started with Violet Enterprises. It was good for cold weather or even as a pillow when the circumstances called for it. But now, Keith repurposed it as a blanket for Fayah, lifting the actual blanket off her and then throwing the thinner pokemon-themed blanket over her form, covering her from her shoulders down to her knees.
Once Fayah was covered properly, Keith dropped the actual blanket back over her, leaving her with a thin protective covering between her and himself.
Fayah turned to look at him over her shoulder, and then noticably relaxed, one heavy arm coming up to grip the thin blanket over her form, holding it securely in place. She paused, and then carefully inched back against him, letting her back press against his front.
Keith smiled, and then rested his arm over her, giving her a little squeeze. “There, see?" he soothed, adjusting the pillow with his other arm until he could angle the book so that he could see it. He opened it up to the first page, so that Fayah could see the words too, even if she couldn't read them, and then started to read the book for her.
The next three nights of their cruise, Keith continued to read Fayah her book. On the first night, she preferred to just sit by the bed. But on the second, she risked crawling up on the bed with him, wrapped in 'her' blanket.
On the third night, she very carefully crawled under the covers with him, carefully forming a barrier between their bodies with 'her' blanket, and fell asleep there against him, dozing fitfully. By morning, she had carefully tucked 'her' blanket back in Keith's backpack, and returned to her corner.
A flock of wingulls cawed incessantly as they circled, awaiting the arrival of the cruise ship that was lazily powering in towards the cove. The sleepy town of Lilycove glistened with a faint haze of an early-morning drizzle that was already clearing, mist hanging in the air and reducing visibility just enough for distant objects to be hazy.
“Holy shit is that an aerodactyl?!" an early-morning jogger braving the rain asked of the young man sitting at the cafe.
James Montgomery looked up from his cup of coffee, idly adding another sugar sachet to it and stirring it with a spoon. He looked sideways a moment, to where his aerodactyl was nibbling between its talons, watching the roadside and the jogger with hawkish eyes. He allowed himself a thin smile.
“Yes. It is."
“Damn, man, how'd you get one? What's his name?"
James paused, peering up at the aerodactyl for a moment. “I don't believe he has one. I've never bothered to give him one."
The jogger gave James a confused stare, before reaching a hand out towards the aerodactyl's nose to pet it.
The aerodactyl made a high pitched caw, and then nipped at the jogger's fingers in warning.
The jogger snatched his hand back, taking two full steps away.
“He doesn't like people," James said simply.
“Right, yeah," the jogger said, shooting James a filthy look before continuing on his way.
James had already returned to staring at the arriving cruise ship, watching it maneuver in to port.
Watching.
Waiting.
As though he knew who was aboard.
Keith gave a grateful sigh as he finally stepped on to dry land. His first step ever on Hoenn and also a grateful reprieve from what had been more than a week spent on cruise ships with only a brief stay at Violet Enterprises Headquarters. It felt like he was spending more time on cruise ships than on dry land these days.
Aleda, Fayah, and Tammy, with Alice, Lucia and Atlas behind them, all followed Keith off the dock, until they were standing in Lilycove proper.
It was still early morning, and other than burly dockworkers with machoke for carrying luggage and cargo to and from the cruise ship, the city was still asleep. A cafe nearby was open and ready for the regular influx of breakfast-seekers from the relatively common cruise ship dockings, while the department store on the hill was open twenty-fours a day. The contest hall was dark, with a single cleaner quietly sweeping out front, shrouded in the light mist, preparing the grounds for another busy day of people all over the world showing off their pokemon.
A large hotel on the hill near the contest hall was dark except for a few windows high up, showing warm glows from within as guests prepared to leave early.
“So where are we off to now?" Aice asked, stretching lazily and then giving a long yawn. Atlas meandered up behind her, resting his heavy head on her shoulder, and she gave a soft 'oof', lifting a hand idly to pet him.
“Well, the bus doesn't leave until tonight," Keith said, pulling out his tablet to check on the timetable. “So we can just do whatever until this evening. Zaria is still at the hotel with…" Keith squinted at the tablet. “John. I don't have to pick her up until later. You could just wander off until then if you want?"
“I would like to check in with the local zoning board," Alice said, biting her bottom lip, before nodding to herself. “Cool, I'll see you tonight!"
Keith waved goodbye in slight confusion as Alice immediately hurried off towards the big apartment store, with Atlas following behind. Lucia paused and gave him a long stare, eyes narrowing, before she too turned and followed after her trainer.
“So what's the plan for the day?" Keith asked, turning towards Aleda, Tammy, and Fayah.
Fayah flattened her ears but otherwise gave no reaction to the question. Tammy bounced in place and made several confusing 'vul!' noises, while Aleda looked around with an arched eyebrow and then pointed a tailtip uncertainly towards the pokemon contest hall.
“I don't think much is happening there right now, but we can go have a look," Keith offered.
Tammy bounced in place, giving enthusiastic nods and yips, while Fayah looked from Keith, to the contest building in the middle of the city and then back again, expression impassive.
“C'mon then, let's go check it out," Keith decided, starting down the road towards the contest hall building.
The big contest hall loomed overhead, casting a long shadow in the morning light. Gleaming walls of polished metal reflected a little too much of the sunlight for Keith's liking, casting the wide open plaza around the contest hall in odd shadows.
Various stalls were being set up in the early morning rays, creating a large amount of movement and noise. Aleda and Tammy kept close to Keith to keep from being lost, while Fayah kept a careful distance, not worried about losing him in the crowd. It would be exceedingly hard not to pick up the outline of Fayah's mohawk at a distance, especially given her exceedingly large stature.
Already, Fayah was attracting attention, with several trainers stopping to take her picture.
Keith paused, so Fayah could catch up, sensing that the lycanroc was growing uncomfortable with the attention.
“Arceus what did you feed your lycanroc to get it that big?" a bald-headed man asked as he set up a stall selling incense.
“Oh, uh, I dunno," Keith responded lamely. “I only got her recently."
“Entering in the competition?" the man asked enthusiastically. “She's a right shoe-in for the cool contest, at least the preliminary judging!"
“Oh no, we're just here to watch," Keith said with a strained chuckle. “In from out of town."
“Ah well, if you change your mind…"
Keith nodded, but continued on. He had barely made it past another row of stalls before a soft voice called from within a tent. “Ah, Fayah!"
Keith stopped immediately in front of the old tent. It looked like a fortune-teller's stall, with a crystal ball set up in the middle of the space. 'Relationship tester' was inlaid on the centrepiece, though Keith thought that was more a title than what the ball itself was. An old lady in a crimson robe with the hood pulled up peered up at him from over the crystal ball, a sly smirk spreading across her features.
“I'd recognize that stature anywhere," she said simply. “Come in, come in."
Keith glanced over his shoulder at Fayah, who was staring at the tent in what almost appeared to be a resigned fashion. With no sign from Fayah that this was unusual, Keith stepped inside the tent, and Fayah, after a slight hesitation, followed.
“It's been a while," the old lady said, still smiling.
Keith stared. “I'm sorry, I've never met you before."
“But I've met Fayah," the old lady said, lifting a hand to Fayah's muzzle, letting the lycanroc catch her scent. “You remember me, don't you, Fayah?"
Fayah stared, and then nodded carefully.
“I see you have a new trainer," she continued.
Fayah nodded again.
The old lady turned her attention to Keith then. “I met Fayah and her previous trainer outside the contest hall in Saffron City, nearly a year ago now. And forgive me if this is forwards of me to say… he did not seem the type to allow others to play with his toys." A hard edge entered the old lady's voice, and Keith shifted uncomfortably under the sudden scrutiny she was giving him.
“I uh… I'm not. I didn't meet her previous trainer. It was a wonder trade," Keith lied, realising how hollow the words rang when he finally managed to stutter them out.
The old lady sniffed once, and then rolled her eyes. “Likely story. You young 'uns think you're so slick," she said, turning back to Fayah. “Have you been well, Fayah?"
Fayah gave far too much hesitation before nodding.
“I trust this young man hasn't been giving you any trouble?"
There was another pause, before Fayah shook her head carefully, casting her eyes downwards.
“I hope he's been treating you better than your old trainer," she said, rising from her seat and reaching up for Fayah's collar. Fayah made no move to stop her, allowing the old lady to unclip the black collar around her throat, removing it. “You don't need this anymore, Fayah."
Fayah stared down at the collar, and then lifted one of her large paws to her throat, feeling where the collar had been. The old lady pushed the collar into one of Fayah's hands, making her take it.
“You have a new trainer now."
Fayah nodded quietly, staring down at the collar, before she turned abruptly and stalked out of the tent.
Keith lifted his shoulders in a bewildered shrug. “Well, this has been entirely strange, but I need to go."
The old lady stopped him, clasping both of his hands in her own, staring up at him, peering into his eyes, and, as it felt to Keith, into his very soul.
“That pokemon has walked a dark path. I know not who you are, but the road to recovery for Fayah is long and has many painful roadblocks. I hope you are a man enough to help her through it."
Keith gave the old lady a helpless stare. “I'm just doing what I think is right."
“Her previous trainer said much the same to me," the old lady answered grimly. “Though I sense you are much more earnest. Please, do not give up on Fayah. I have prayed for her since that day I first saw her."
“Yeah, it's been… kinda rough," Keith admitted with a sheepish chuckle. “Her previous trainer was a… well, a bit of uh…"
“A cunt," the old lady finished for him. “The word you are looking for is 'cunt'."
Keith gave her a stare and then a soft chuckle, nodding. “Yeah. That."
The old lady released Keith's hands, and then shuffled back around to her seat.
“I'll let you know how it goes if I see you again on my way back through," Keith promised, giving a little wave before heading back outside the tent.
The old lady didn't answer.
Fayah was stooped over outside, whining faintly to herself, trying to reattach her collar. Her long claws and large fists were just entirely unsuited for the buckle.
Keith stepped up behind her, laying a hand on her shoulder.
Fayah looked back at him, lowering her head in defeat, her collar held limply in one paw. “Lycan…"
Frowning, Keith reached out, carefully taking the collar from her.
Fayah gave a soft whine, but relinquished it.
Keith stared down at the collar. It was old, and starting to crack around the edges, showing frayed fabric underneath. It was in dire need of replacing, but he already knew, deep down, that any other collar wouldn't be good enough for the lycanroc. It wasn't about the collar, but what it represented to her.
With a weary sigh, Keith stepped up closer to Fayah, and then slipped the collar back around her neck, carefully cinching it down and then fastening it in place.
Fayah stared at him, lifting her paw to touch at the collar, letting one of her claws touch the spikes along it. Her eyes brimming with tears, and she snuffled softly, as though trying not to cry.
Frowning, Keith went to hug her, but the lycanroc drew away from him, turning away entirely and hiding her face from him.
Keith almost laid a hand on her shoulder again, trying to comfort her, but then drew his hand back. Sighing, he turned to find where Aleda and Tammy had gone.
The ninetales and vulpix were standing at a stall, with Tammy nose-deep in a pile of ribbons with little golden bells attached. Aleda was sitting back on her haunches, watching carefully, while a shopowner gave them occasional glances in between putting out the rest of her stock.
Keith knelt next to Aleda, reaching out and picking up a pink ribbon. He inspected it, turning it over and peering at it. Tammy was digging around in the box, tails in the air, head completely buried, looking for something in particular.
Aleda blinked as she felt something on her tail, and then curled it around to her face, finding a pink ribbon affixed to it and the little bell on it jingly merrily. She looked from the bell, to Keith's smirking face, and then back again, before shaking her tail vigorously. The bell jingled, but wouldn't come free, and she huffed and stared daggers at Keith.
“What, you don't like it?" he asked, smirking slightly.
Aleda narrowed her eyes at him, and then reached in and bit down on the ribbon, teeth tearing at it as she twisted her head viciously back and forth until she could tear off the ribbon and then spit it in his direction with a huff.
Keith shook his head with a very put-upon roll of his eyes. “Silly fox," he chided, ruffling her headfur.
Aleda grumbled, lifting a paw to smooth her fur back down, while Tammy finally came up triumphantly from her burrowing with a powder-blue ribbon in her mouth. Keith immediately picked her up, carrying the vulpix, her new ribbon, and the broken ribbon to the front to pay for them.
The pink ribbon Aleda had been wearing was broken beyond repair, and Keith went to discard it in a rubbish bin, but then paused. He carefully untangled the bell from the ribbon, and then tossed the tattered ribbon but kept the little metal sphere. Tammy was bouncing excitedly around his feet, her new ribbon in her mouth, and he had to kneel down to fasten it around her neck like a silky collar. Tammy stood tall then, proudly showing off her new ribbon and bell.
Keith held the tiny bell from the first ribbon in his palm, peering down at it, before turning around to find Fayah skulking nearby, watching them all. He held up the bell for her to see. “May I?"
Fayah stared at him, uncertain of what he wanted, before she gave a look fo realisation. One of her large paws went up to her collar, holding it protectively, before she lowered her paw and gave a hesitant nod.
Keith gave her cheek and neck a gentle pet as he stepped up close to her, carefully hooking the bell into the loop at the front of her collar, before turning away to pet Tammy.
Fayah lifted up the front of her collar with the back of her paw, looking down at the dog-bone-shaped piece of metal with her name of it and the little bell Keith had just placed there. She blinked, and then let them drop, before going back to watching Keith play with Tammy, her expression almost wistful.
After a breakfast at one of the contest stalls, Keith, Aleda, Tammy and Fayah sat down in one of the contest halls to watch the contest. It was a beauty contest, featuring some very pretty pokemon; from a primarina who sang a perfect operette, to a 'fire dancer' flareon who was surprisingly good at creating shapes with his flames.
There was a large V.I.P section to the side of the contest hall that Keith never got to see the inside of, through which was accessed all of the pre-contest preparatory things, where each pokemon was preened and brushed to perfection before performing. He vaguely considered buying a ticket, but the price was a little steep.
Alice was tied up with something in the city and had sent a message along in email form that she would use private transportation and meet him in Mauville the next day.
And before Keith even knew it, it was time to pick up Zaria.
Heavy rain clouds had started rolling across the sky, and the stalls outside the contest hall were all packing up and trying to get under cover before the rain started. One of the stall-owners offered Keith a free umbrella a deep purple colour, and he took it gratefully, unfurling it just in time for the first drizzling waves of water to splash down over them.
Aleda and Tammy huddled close to him as he walked, keeping under the umbrella, while Fayah ambled along, uncaring of the water that slicked her fur, her mohawk slowly getting flatter and flatter until it became a silken mess of et fur down the side of her muzzle like a model in a shampoo ad. She was a lot thinner once her fur was all slicked down, but her musculature was more visible. Under her fur, she looked surprisingly powerful, and Keith couldn't help but remember back to how she fought.
Fayah glanced at him, holding his gaze for a long moment, and Keith shook the thoughts out of his head. He offered the umbrella towards her, silently asking if she wanted to come under it, but she just snorted and then continued down her path, enjoying the rain.
It was an hour before the bus was due to arrive when Keith met Zaria. A middle-aged man named John dropped her off, in the guise of a tall, reserved delphox. Keith was started, momentarily confused, until the delphox turned towards him and then seemed to shimmer slightly, becoming a zoroark.
“Oh, hello," Keith said, offering the zoroark a crisp. He was sitting in the bus shelter, watching sheets of rain pouring down loudly a few feet away. The air was chill, and Aleda and Tammy were curled up at one end of the bench, while Fayah rested against the end of the bench, her blanket pulled up over her shoulders.
“Zor," Zaria responded with a toothy smile, while John gave a mock-salute and tossed Keith a pokeball.
Keith caught the pokeball, peering down at it, and then added it to his belt. He had careful instructions not to put Zaria in her pokeball under any circumstances, but being in possession of her ball was a legal requirement and made sure that no strange questions were asked as to why he was transporting a pokemon around without a pokeball.
“I've got a ferry to catch to Sootopolis, catch ya later!" John said, waving and then hurrying off.
Keith lifted a hand to wave awkwardly. “Uh, okay, bye! Nice to meet you!"
But John was already gone.
“Ark," Zaria said with a lazy toss of her long mane, Her form shimmered, and she was suddenly a blaziken. The blaziken yawned sleepily, and then leaned against him, closing her eyes for a rest.
The bus was a newer electrical model, emblazoned with 'poke-friendly' along the lower back quadrant and a big advertisement for 'eco-friendly tourism' taking pride of place. Keith didn't even hear it approach, almost jumping out of skin when the air brakes hissed as it came to a halt. Several other passengers had appeared over the hour, but even then, it was just a smattering. Only four or five other people would be joining them on the bus.
The bus driver exited the vehicle, beginning to put luggage underneath, while the passengers all queued up. To board. Aleda and Tammy uncurled from their warm little balls. Aleda stared at the bus, then at Keith, and then back at the bus. Wordlessly, she ambled over to Keith, and then pushed her nose against her own golden pokeball, immediately being consumed by red light and sucked inside.
Tammy bounced up after, crawling into his lap and then entering her own pokeball.
Keith just laughed helplessly. “Well, I guess I know their thoughts on this trip."
“Blaz?" Zaria asked sleepily, nuzzling into his neck. Keith stroked her surprisingly-warm back and shoulders soothingly.
“They prefer a twelve-hour stint in their pokeball to a twelve-hour stint on the bus," Keith said with a short chuckle.
“Ken," Zaria responded, wrinkling her beak distastefully.
“Do you wanna go in your ball as well?" Keith asked Fayah carefully.
Fayah shot him a look of such resentment that Keith just dropped it right there.
After the luggage was all on board, the passengers started boarding. The bus was built to carry fifty people in relative comfort, with row after row of seats leading all the way to the back. The few passengers who were travelling mostly picked seats towards the front of the bus, but Keith chose one at the very back, on the right side. Zaria, in her blaziken form, sat next to him, while Fayah sat in the seat opposite, with her back to the window, her blanket pulled up over her shoulders.
Keith settled himself in as best as he could, carefully not touching the window. It was incredibly cold, smattered with the falling rain, and was just unpleasant to be in contact with. The seats were comfortable enough, but something told him that in twelve hours time he wouldn't feel be thinking that.
The bus jolted as it started to move, surprisingly quiet as it rolled out into the street and began to crawl towards the upper streets, turning left onto route 121 and started out towards their first stop along the way: Fortree city.
The constant rain was a dulling drone, almost lulling Keith off into sleep. But the creaking of the bus' suspension and the swaying as it sped up and slowed doggedly kept Keith from any true rest.
Zaria had dropped her blaziken form sometime during the trip, and was sitting, fidgeting in the seat beside him. She had already taken the little booklet from behind the seat and flipped through it, holding up the pages to see the pictures in the light of the occasional street lamp, and then discarded the book out of boredom long ago. Strangely, in her 'true' form, she had a tail. Keith wasn't entirely certain it was real, and had a sneaking suspicion it was illusory.
The bus was quiet, aside from the droning of the rain against the windows and roof. The speed of the bus, given that it was driving on open routes, was kept to a minimum, so that any pokemon wandering in front of it had time to get out of the way. The roads themselves were made mostly for foot-traffic and bicycles, and odd dips and ruts in the path made the bus sway and bounce at odd moments
Huffing and grumbling to herself, Zaria threw her upper half into Keith's lap, rolling over to rest on her back and stare up at him, lips pursed in annoyance.
Keith couldn't help but smile, reaching down to pet her mane lightly, smoothing her hair. “I know, but you're the one who hates the pokeball so much."
Zaria nodded determinedly, one of her legs lifted to rest on the seat opposite, the one where Fayah was sitting. Fayah seemed to have no trouble sleeping, or at least dozing, and had her head down and eyes closed, blanket pulled close up around her shoulders.
“Can't you like, amuse yourself with your illusions?" Keith asked.
“Zor?" Zaria asked, a dismissive note in her voice.
“No, I guess that wouldn't really work, would it? That's like saying I can amuse myself with my imagination," Keith admitted after a moment of thought.
Zaria scowled, and then heaved herself up, pushing herself backwards into Keith's lap, sitting there and turning her head to peer forwards out the side windows, watching darkened scenery slowly slide by. The bus hit a strange rut, and Keith automatically lifted his hands to hold around her middle, helping keep her steady. Her tail curled, twitching against his side lazily.
Sighing, Zaria pushed her nose into his neck, seeming to enjoy the closeness, and giving a little lick across his flesh along with a lazy nuzzle. Keith was almost holding her in a bridal carry at that point, except that he was sitting down. She lazy threw her arms around his neck, leaning back against the window again.
A strange look came over the zoroark, and she glanced down the length of the bus, sitting up slightly to stare at the occupied seats, judging them almost.
“You wanna move?" Keith asked, shifting slightly under the zoroark. She wasn't very heavy, but she was big. She was larger than he was by enough that he couldn't actually manhandle her if she didn't want him to.
Zaria perked an ear upwards at him, tossing her heavy mane of hair with a sly grin tugging at the edges of her muzzler. She slipped out of his lap, settling down in the seat beside him again, and then reaching one of her paws into his lap to give his crotch a light squeeze.
Keith snerked slightly, shaking his head and reaching over to pet the zoroark's hair. “This is hardly the place or time, silly zoroark."
“Zor?" Zaria asked, arching an eyebrow at him. Her claws slipped past the band of his shorts, and then pushed them down, freeing his semi-hard cock to the air.
Keith gave an uncomfortable shift, leaning against the rain-covered window for a moment, eyes widening, reaching a hand down to try and stop her. “H-hey we're on a bus!"
“Ark!" Zaria agreed, slapping away his hand. He went to reach for her paw again, and she gripped his wrist suddenly with a grasp like an iron band. She pinned his hand beside him, and gave him a pointed stare, as though daring him to try stop her again. With a smirk, she turned her glance down towards his lap, her free paw coming to grasp around the base of his cock and give a slow stroke up and down it. She drew it upright, and with a sly smirk, she leaned in and brushed her soft furred lips against his tip.
Keith stared forwards, eyes wide, his hips rolling on instinct as he started to stiffen up slightly at the soft exhale of warm breath against his tip. “Zaria, people will see!" he hissed.
Zaria paused, turning to peer up at him with an arched eyebrow, her paw slowly working up and down his hardening cock, coaxing him to full hardness. She smirked, and then shook her head, her eyes glimmering with mischief. “Zor."
“What do you mean 'no'?" Keith asked flatly, resting one hand on her mane and grimacing as his stiffened to full hardness.
Zaria stared at him, and for just a moment, it was Fayah in his lap, staring up at him from behind her mohawk. Keith blinked, and then grimaced again. “Oh right…. Illusions."
Smirking, Zaria nodded, and then turned and slipped his stiffened cock into her muzzle without any hesitation.
Keith stiffened in more ways than one, one hand finding her mane and squeezing at it as a soft, heated muzzle engulfed the upper portion of his cock. She held the base of his cock steady with a delicate grasp of her claws, and lightly swirled that soft, velvety tongue around his tip.
Gritting his teeth, Keith tried his best not to grind up into her muzzle, feeling his face growing hot as he glanced forwards again.
Someone towards the front of the bus got up, gripping the seats for balance as she started to make her way back towards the back of the bus.
Keith clenched his teeth a moment, urging Zaria to pull back. “Someone's coming!" he hissed quietly, grinding his hips helplessly into her muzzle a moment as she gave him a delicate suck.
Zaria arched an eyebrow at him, drawing back and giving him a lazy smirk. She gripped his cock in her paw, working her grasp up and down him as she leaned back, staring into the aisle.
The lady brushed past, pausing long enough to glance at them.
Keith inhaled, holding his breath as Zaria continued to stroke him, completely in the open.
The old lady smiled warmly, and then continued on her way, heading to the toilet at the rear of the bus.
Keith let out the breath he had been holding, eyes wide, staring down at her, his heart thudding in his throat. “T-that's not funny!" he whispered.
“Zor," Zaria responded simply, leaning in and giving him a firm lick, pushing that stiff cock down against his belly with a long laving swirl of her tongue right up to his tip. She paused there, staring up at him with a smoldering gaze, before taking the head of his cock back into her muzzle and suckling on him sweetly.
Keith grit his teeth, his hips slowly rocking against her, one of his hands coming to rest between her ears. He gazed down the length of her body. She had one leg up slightly, having to curl her heavy frame across both seats, with her head in his lap. Just beyond the curve of her dark-furred hips, Keith could see the glimmer of pinkness that was her pussy. He reached out, cupping her entrance with his digits and then giving a slow rub of fingers against her.
Zaria shuddered, her ears flattening, staring up at him as she gave a slow bob on him, suckling enthusiastically and then bobbing slowly back and forth, sinking him another inch deeper into her muzzle, her heavy exhalations ruffling the hem of his shirt.
Keith cupped that warm vulpine cunny with his fingers, his hips shifting towards the suckling bobs of her muzzle as he sought out the base of that warm, slightly-slick cunt with his fingertips. She moaned around him as he pressed a digit into her, spreading that tight entrance while he shifted another fingertip back to give a little rub against her clit.
Zaria groaned around him, her flesh squeezing down around his finger, legs tightening against the press of his hand against her. She stared up at him, blue eyes sparkling with mischief as she drew back and feathered his tip with agile licks. Keith grit his teeth, his hips grinding up into her motions, before she gave him a quick series of eager bobs, sinking all the way down him until her nose touched his stomach, suckling and swallowing around him, only to draw him back for more heated flurries of her tongue against his tip.
“F-fuck," Keith hissed, resting one hand between her ears, hips grinding towards her muzzle urgently. “K-keep that up and you're getting a mouthful."
Zaria pricked her ears upwards at that, drawing back with a slow lap at his tip. A thick dribble of precum drooled over her tongue, and she paused to sample it, nursing on him sweetly for a moment before drawing back entirely.
Huffing, Keith ruffled her mane. “Just gonna stop, huh?" he asked.
Zaria smirked up at him, and then drew herself back up into her seat. She carefully adjusted herself, and then swung a leg over him, carefully adjusting her stance and digging her knees in either side of his hips, pressing in close until the swell of her warm, wet cunny was pushing his aching cock against his own stomach. “Zoooor…"
Keith grit his teeth slightly, his hands automatically finding her hips as she started to rock against him, slowly sliding her soft cunny up the underside of his cock, smearing her arousal along it in slow gyrations of her heavy hips.
“F-fuck," he hissed, wrapping his arms around her and burying his face in against her chest.
Zaria smirked down at him, rolling her hips against him in a deliberate grind, deliberately pushing her soft lips against him in a heated, wet press. Strong paws gripped his shoulders, and she arched her hips up, raising up enough that his stiff length came to rest against her, quivering and throbbing.
Keith hooked his arms around her middle, hands buried in her mane, grasping handfuls of her hair as she rolled her hips against him and then let her hips drop enough that his tip sank inside her.
Soft, heated, moist zoroark flesh closed around Keith's tip, and his arms gripped her tighter on reflex, his hips arching up against her. Zaria smirked at him, holding his gaze with lust-clouded eyes as she deliberately dropped her hips, taking in more than half of his stiff cock, before bouncing up and grind down again. Each motion from her sank her further down his cock, sliding soft, squeezing flesh along his aching cock until the weight of her body sank her all the way down into his lap.
Zaria remained there for a few moments, panting faintly, staring at him with narrowed, lusty eyes. She ground her hips over him, shifting herself the tiniest amount back and forth, warm muscles clenching around him tightly while her arousal smeared down the entire length of his throbbing cock, buried in her to the very base. Her tail twitches and quivered against his legs, brushing back and forth as it curled enthusiastically.
With a stifled growl, Zaria started to bounce on him, timing her motions with the rocking of the bus. Every time a wheel hit a rut in the road, it would cause the entire bus to shift slightly, and she would rise up off him an inch or two and then cram him back inside her, grinding her hips down into his lap earnestly. She deliberately rolled her hips at the end of each bounce, grinding soft flesh back and forth over him, making him throb inside her.
Keith squeezed around her back tightly with his arms, his hips struggling to rise and meet her, though the angle was all wrong and he couldn't get any leverage. The droning patter of rain against the window blended in nicely with Zaria's heated panting against his neck, and the soft thud of her heavy hips dropping into his lap over and over again.
The old lady returned from her trip to the back of the bus, and Zaria didn't even pause in her motions, bouncing slowly and deliberately in Keith's lap, angling her hips carefully to gyrate over him as she lifted them, only to slam them back down on him eagerly.
The old lady paused, smiling at them, and then moved on.
Whatever illusion Zaria was casting was working perfectly.
Keith was getting quite lost in her motions, panting heavily against her neck. He caught a glimpse of Fayah, staring at them, and could only wonder what she was seeing, before he was distracted by increasing grinds from the zoroark. Zaria's tight flesh was squeezing down on him more intently, and her body was getting warmer. Her slick insides were hugging around him so intently that he acutely felt every last inch of her insides brushing over him as she worked up and down on his cock.
“Z-Zaria," he warned, squeezing her middle helplessly.
“Zor!" Zaria responded, suddenly snapping into an eager series of rough, wild bounces, her entire weight coming down on his hips over and over again, his stiff cock being worked over by that soft, gripping flesh, spreading her arousal down the length of him. His hands gripped her hips, and he gritted his teeth, his back starting to arch and hips slowly grinding up towards her insistently.
Zaria growled, and then slammed down on him, holding there, tight against him, resting her full weight on him, staring at him with hungry, fiery eyes, feeling him twitch within her, so very close to his finish.
“F-fuck!" Keith hissed, trying to grind up against her, but she was larger than him and he had no chance of moving her hips if she didn't want him to.
She stared at him intently, her tail giving a predatory flick. And then the bus hit a bump in the road, and she rose up an inch and then slammed back down on him, a wild grin crossing her features at the way he throbbed and jerked within her, so achingly hard and close.
Zaria growled eagerly, one of her claws slipping down to play with her clit, her other paw digging into the seat above Keith's head. Every bump the bus hit was torture, making her hips rock on him, or making her rise up just a half-an-inch only to sink back down, never enough to make him cumk, but more than enough to keep him on edge!
Keith groaned fitfully against her, one hand wrapped around her lower back while his other pushed between their bodies, rubbing earnestly at her clit for her and deliberately pushing his thumb against it in circular motions, trying to get the zoroark off, anything to make her move more.
Zaria shuddered, her ears flattening and then perking up at him, eyes narrowing lustfully. Her heavy paws gripped his shoulders, and she slammed him back against the seat, almost knocking the air out of him, before she growled; a low, hungry noise; and then suddenly started to bounce in his lap with rough, driving humps. Her heavy hips rose up several inches, and then immediately shoved down, only to lift and then shove again, over and over.
Hot, squeezing flesh clenched around Keith's aching cock over and over again, and after mere seconds of this treatment, he stiffened, gasping and getting a mouthful of her mane as he stifled a helpless groan into her fur, hands holding her hips tightly as he started to spray pent-up bursts of human spunk deep inside the vulpine.
Zaria growled eagerly, her back arching as she felt those warm bursts splashing up inside her. Her powerful hips rose and then slammed down again and again, spreading that slick mess down over his cock again and again as she rocked over him, until she gave a heated snarl and bottomed out on him. Her large hips held there in his lap, and her knees squeezed against him, tight zoroark pussy clenching down around him in rhythmic, urgent contractions as she came. Hot flesh coaxed and clenched around, milking him for each urgent spurt he splashed inside her, until the slick mess was starting to drool from around the edges of her thoroughly-stuffed cunt.
She leaned forwards heavily, covering his entire body with her own, her mane forming a warm blanket over one side of his body as she rested against him, chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath.
All that while, Keith's throbbing, spent cock was starting to soften inside her. Zaria groaned faintly against him, giving a pleased little 'zooooor' and pushing her heavy head against his cheek, before resting her chin on his shoulder. She slumped against him, and within moments, was fast asleep.
Keith found himself with a well-fucked zoroark in his lap, covering his entire front. The only part of his body not covered in zoroark or her mane, was his legs, and even those were mostly-covered by the expanse of that fluffy tail. He slipped his hands up under her mane, rubbing down her back slowly, struggling up slightly into a more upright position, where he'd be more comfortable. He shuddered at the feel of her thoroughly-fucked pussy squeezing around him as he moved, and he groaned faintly against her shoulder, leaning to the side until the cool window could soothe his sweaty brow, closing his eyes to rest there and just enjoy the deliciously heavy weight of the fox in his lap.
Keith jerked awake at an insistent tapping from one of Fayah's claws against his knee. The bus had stopped, and it took him a minute to realise that he must have fallen asleep. Zaria was curled up next to him, that heavy mane in his lap doubling as a pillow for her to doze on. The bus was all quiet, but passengers were still getting up to leave. They must have just arrived.
Fluorescent lights lit the outside of the bus, and Keith looked outside to find they were in an underground bus bay, ostensibly somewhere below Mauville city. They must have slept through even the meal-break in Fortree city, and Keith mentally kicked himself for missing out on seeing that city. That had been something he had at least been interested in seeing.
Keith gently woke Zaria, the zoroark stirring weakly and yawning heavily, blinking up at him and then giving a little huff at having her rest interrupted.
Keith, Fayah and Zaria all left the bus, and Keith squinted blearily up at the signs, looking for the food court. After being on a bus without food for twelve hours, he was hungry!
Thankfully, the food court was alongside the bus bay, and in short order he had Aleda and Tammy out of their balls so that they could all eat breakfast.
Less than an hour later, Aleda and Tammy were back in their balls, and Keith, Zaria, and Fayah all squeezed into a short-range shuttle bus. It was less than half the size of the previous bus, made for short distance and not the relative 'comfort' of the other bus. They were the only people on this bus, and Zaria and Fayah had to each take their own seats. Zaria sat in front of Keith, and wended the end of her mane through the gap between the seats so Keith could play with it.
Keith sighed and lazily batted her hair back and forth, occasionally sipping a bottle of cola he had gotten from the food court. When it was half-empty, he offered the rest of it to Fayah.
Fayah accepted the glass bottle gingerly, bringing it to her muzzle and snuffling it with such intense care that Keith was certain she'd had a bad experience with drinking things without tasting them first, before she clumsily tilted the bottle back and tipped it into her muzzle.
From one mode of transport to another. The bus made it to the base of Mt. Chimney just before the sun started to rise, and then Keith, Fayah, and Zaria all had to pile into a cable car for the last leg of the journey. Keith's legs were aching from sitting down for so long in uncomfortable positions, and he spent much of the trip up in the cable car just laying on the floor in between the seats, stretching his legs as much as possible.
After a relatively short journey up the mountain, they all finally disembarked in the small mountain town of Lavaridge.
Home to little more than a pokecentre, a small collection of homes, a gm and the town's famous horsprings, there wasn't a great deal to see.
Waiting at the top of the cable car platform was a trainer. Keith checked his tablet, bringing up the information sheet he had been given on Zaria.
“Mike, I presume?" Keith asked, walking towards the trainer, slightly bow-legged.
“That's me," Mike responded with an easy smile.
Keith reached down for his belt, extricating Zaria's pokeball and handing it to the trainer.
“Did she give you any trouble?" Mike asked, attaching the ball to his own belt.
Keith shook his head. “Nothing to speak of, really. Do I have to call up anyone and let them know I handed her off to you?"
“Nah, I'll take care of it," Mike responded, reaching a hand out towards Zaria.
Zaria stepped towards him, pushing her muzzle into his hand and snuffling his palm a moment, before she turned to Keith. She wrapped an arm around his shoulder in a hug and nuzzled his neck affectionately, giving a warm little 'Zoooor' in his ear. Keith hugged her, smiling and squeezing her fluffy middle before she turned and moved to stand next to Mike.
“I see you two got along well, then," Mike said, looking back and forth between them knowingly.
Keith gave a sheepish smile and shrugged his shoulders. “I have a way with pokemon, I guess."
The bus at the bottom of the Mt. Chimney only stopped for half an hour, so almost immediately, Keith had to get back in the cable car. It was just he and Fayah now, with Aleda and Tammy still securely in their balls.
An awkward silence stretched between them, as Keith fidgeted, half-laying across one of the seats to keep his legs stretched out. Fayah occasionally glanced at him, seeming to measure him, but didn't say anything.
By the time the bus finally returned to Mauville city, the sun was high in the sky. Keith stepped off the bus on shaky legs and then gave a weak stretch, feeling all the muscles in his back protesting.
“I am never getting on a fucking bus again as long as I live," Keith said aloud to nobody in particular.
“It only took us like, an hour to get here," Alice said from behind him. She, Lucia, and Atlas were all occupying a small seat reserved for people waiting for passengers from the buses.
Keith slowly turned, not for lack of interest, but more for want of straining muscles, giving a weary smile. “Figures. If I asked Aleda to get in the pokeball so we could fly somewhere she'd probably bite me."
“You look terrible," Alice said with a soft giggle.
Keith just grunted in response. He reached down to his belt, pulling out Aleda's and Tammy's pokeballs, releasing both of the pokemon.
Aleda gave a long, lazy stretch, turning to give the bus a long stare of distaste, while Tammy looked around in confusion before ambling up to Keith and rubbing around his calves. Wincing, Keith reached down to pet her, and then straightened up awkwardly. “I need breakfast. Again."
The food court was still serving breakfast, and Keith acquired a tray of coffee, hash browns, and a breakfast bagel, with three different kinds of fancy pokemon-meals for Aleda, Tammy and Fayah. Having been cooped up on the bus for so long, he was in no hurry to sit back down, and instead, he headed out the front doors of Mauville and onto the carefully-tended laws. There was a gazebo nearby that looked vaguely good enough for a place to eat breakfast.
The trays were set down on the table, and Keith started to eat his bagel, pacing back and forth. The morning sun was rising in the east, casting the shadow of Mauville long across the grounds, but the gazebo was nicely placed along the south edge of the city where it would get the sun all morning.
Alice, Lucia, and Atlas joined them shortly afterwards. All three had no issue with sitting at the table with Aleda and Tammy as well, but both Keith and Fayah had been sitting down for so long at that point that neither were particularly interested in sitting back down. Keith paced back and forth, sipping a coffee, while Fayah stretched out on her back, staring up at the sky.
Fayah was the first to notice the shape high in the sky, circling overhead. By the time it was close enough to make out details, Keith had followed her gaze, and Alice, Lucia, and Atlas were following his gaze to the growing shape of a flying pokemon with a human riding atop it.
Fayah snapped to attention, rolling to her paws, her ears flattened, as the aerodactyl swopped in for a landing, wings extended, lazily backwinging.
Alice, Atlas and Lucia immediately made their way out from under the gazebo, and Aleda followed a moment later, all of them standing in a rough semicircle around the landed aerodactyl and its rider.
James very calmly swung his leg back over the aerodactyl and dismounted, smirking at the arrayed people and pokemon in front of him. And then he caught Fayah's eyes, his expression hardening.
Keith threw his coffee cup to the side, eyes narrowing intently.
James snorted once, sizing up the pokemon in front of him, before turning to Keith.
“I believe you have something that belongs to me."