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File Name: Jewel's Day Off

Owner: Xianyu

File Location: Someone's PC

File Type: Story:Adult:M/F: Human x Vulpix, Human x Lycanroc, Human x Lopunny

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Details: Jaunty Jewel's Joyously Jeopardous Jackhammering

Keith stirred awake to the insistent sound of his tablet's ringing. He struggled up out of what felt like six different layers of cloying, heavy, dark striations of consciousness before he managed to drum up the concentration required to reach over and pick up the tablet itself.

Squinting through one eye, Keith stared at the screen, finding it dim and unlit. He flicked the power button.

Two missed calls: 15 minutes ago

Keith stared at the screen uncomprehendingly for a few moments, realising belatedly that somehow, fifteen full minutes had passed since the ringing had awoken him.

The room was entirely empty, and was almost certainly the hotel room he had been in the previous day, but Keith had no recollection at all of how he had even made it back.

With a bewildered squint, Keith tapped on the screen a few times, bringing up Fiona's call details and initiating the call.

Fiona picked up after the second ring, sounding slightly relieved. “Oh you are there. Sorry if I called a little early!"

“I… honestly don't even know what time it is," Keith admitted.

“In Hoenn? Eleven in the morning," Fiona pointed out. “I figured you might be a little wiped out from your contract."

“Oh yeah, the contract, and everything else," Keith murmured, thinking back to Kindle.

There was a short pause. “Everything else? Is there anything I need to know about?"

Keith chuckled faintly at that. “Oh just, I… got tangled up with a contest pokemon. For the second time, actually. And this one wasn't even my fault! She basically ambushed me!"

“Female trainer?"

“Actually… yeah. How'd you know? Is that common?"

Fiona paused, choosing her words carefully. “Well, for female pokemon, yes. Pokemon generally have sexual orientation distributions consistent with that of humans, about five percent or so are gay or bisexual or whatnot. But a much, much higher percentage than that have a thing for humans so they tend to ambush the first human male they can get their paws on. Pokemon groomers, babysitters, the people who run daycares, contest trainers, everyone! They all get ambushed quite a lot by amorous pokemon, especially if said pokemon can't ambush their master."

“Oh that… I never really thought of that," Keith muttered, frowning to himself and looking around the room. Aleda, Tammy, and Fayah were nowhere to be found. “I'm… uh… I don't actually… I think I lost some time?"

“Was she using 'attract'?" Fiona asked, sounding slightly concerned.

Keith sucked air between his teeth. “Yes, I think."

“Silly pokemon, thinking it works on humans just as well as on pokemon," Fiona sighed. “You really need to learn to say 'no', Keith."

Keith grimaced. “She was a braixen , how can I say 'no' to that?"

There was a pause and Keith could hear Fiona rolling her eyes. “Either way, speaking of not being able to say 'no', I have a job offer for you."

“I'm uh… listening," Keith said distractedly, holding his tablet in front of his face and scrolling through his messages and calls, trying to figure out what had happened the previous day or so.

“Well…" Fiona trailed off, and then said brightly, “Jewel has some time off work! She needs someone to take her to a fancy resort and pamper her for a while, think you'd be up f-"

“No!" Keith cut across her.

“What?" Fiona asked blankly.

“Arceus, no ," Keith reiterated. “I'm so wiped out I don't even know where my pokemon are right now. I can't have Jewel all over me using attract on me every half hour, she'd kill me."

“Oh," Fiona said, perplexed. “That's… uh, not the answer I expected!"

“Why are you all over me this week?" Keith asked bluntly.

Fiona paused. “What do you mean?"

Keith pondered for a moment, trying to organize his thoughts. “You keep… throwing things at me. First the thing with Zahara, and now this, the literal day aft-... is it the day after?"

“It is, yes," Fiona responded tersely.

“The day after, you're already trying to throw a new contract at me, what gives?"

“Your situation is rather… delicate," Fiona stated bluntly.

Keith paused at that, frowning. “It.. is?"

“Yes, it is," Fiona reiterated. “You can't appear on camera due to injuries sustained, so you're out of filming for a couple weeks. And you can't do any contract work for us until Cassandra and Zero figure out how James tracked you down, or why Fayah suddenly came back to you out of the blue."

“Well, yeah, I guess. I've not got a whole lot to do."

“And you work in a business where forced indolence can lead to certain amounts of resentment. We told you we were going to have you do work, and now we've got you sitting around waiting for us. You are ripe for poaching."

“Poaching?" Keith asked blankly.

“Another company stealing you away. You're not exactly one of our larger stars or agents just yet so they're not gonna be knocking down your door to get at you but… I'd prefer for you not to be sitting around, idle, thinking about how much better you might have it somewhere else."

“Better?" Keith asked, laughing. “I just spent a night with a luxray and the early morning with a braixen. It doesn't get any better."

Fiona paused at that, as she seemed to think something over. “You do know it's Thursday, right?"

Keith blinked once. “Thursday?"

“Yes. Your contract was Tuesday night, you ostensibly fooled around with a braixen Wednesday morning. It is now Thursday."

“Fuck," Keith swore, looking at his tablet again. “I slept for… like sixteen hours?!"

“It certainly would appear so," Fiona stated.

Keith groaned. “Fayah has probably already killed Lucia."

“Perhaps you should get some more rest?" Fiona suggested. “Did you try the moomoo milk?"

“Oh yeah, I drank some. I think it gave me a hit of fortitude that the braixen promptly fucked out of me."

“Try drinking some each morning with breakfast," Fiona suggested.

Keith paused. “You know I'm not going anywhere, right?"

“I know, I know," Fiona said, her tone annoyed. “But I worry."

“Have you 'lost' people to poaching before?" Keith asked sympathetically.

“Several," Fiona said darkly. “So any time any of our agents are idle, I make sure to send some work their way."

“Sending Jewel my way feels more like attempted murder."

“Oh shush," Fiona said, the roll of her eyes audible in her tone. “I know you'd just about kill for a few hours alone with her."

Keith frowned at that, and then grumbled quietly. “Yeah, you're probably right. Doesn't change the fact that she wears me out each time."

“So, you'll take her?" Fiona asked hopefully.

Keith grumbled more, running his fingers through his hair. “I'm kind of on the fence, to be honest. I… still don't know where my pokemon are, I just slept for… I think more than twenty hours. I don't even know if I'll be able to get an erection right now and if Jewel shows up and I can't perform I'm afraid she'll find some way to force me to. Or break me."

“Yes, that is entirely possible," Fiona admitted, sighing faintly. “I'd consider it a personal favour if you did take her though… at least for a day."

“You already cleared her schedule thinking that I'd say 'yes', didn't you?" Keith accused.

Fiona's silence spoke volumes.

Keith heaved a sigh. “Fine. I'll take her, but can you like… drop her off at a gangbang somewhere and keep her amused for a day or so? I desperately need to recover."

“You can keep her in her ball for a while, if you want to risk it," Fiona responded. “I suggest you purchase some sunglasses. So you're not noticed in public. Our reach is vast and you would be surprised at how often female pokemon will attempt to molest you."

“My life is already that of a bad porn scene," Keith said with a short laugh. “Not that I can complain much."

“I'll add a little bonus to your account on top of the contract fee from Jahi, since you'll be looking after Jewel. Anywhere you take her, just book it to the company, meals included."

“Oh, cool… I'll have to look up some place to drag her to tomorrow… Is there like a cock museum around here somewhere?"

Fiona giggled. “No, but there is a resort out by the bay she might enjoy fucking you at. Or a dark alleyway, anywhere, really."

“I'll keep that in mind, but I really have to slap myself awake properly and find my pokemon now," Keith said distractedly. “They're probably murdering each other right now."

“Very well. I'll send Jewel your way soon. Be sure to pick her up from the pokecentre promptly."

“Okay, but I'm billing you guys if she puts me in hospital… and uh, speaking of putting me in hospital…"

Fiona answered hesitantly, “Yes?"

“I'm not… a big expert on damaged pokemon and whatnot," Keith said helplessly, chewing on his tongue for a moment. “I don't know how to handle Fayah."

“Handle her? You seem to be doing well enough so far, considering your lack of injury."

“I mean like… you know… sexually ," Keith explicated.

Fiona's tone was guarded and she obviously picked her words very carefully. “You're going to have to explain a little bit more to me than that."

“Well, you know," Keith said anxiously, looking around just in case a six-foot-tall lycanroc had somehow managed to have been hiding behind a dresser the entire time he had been on the phone. “She was abused by her previous trainer. I think that's the best way to put it."

“Yes, that is most certainly what I would classify it as. Are you seeking to get her counselling for it?" Fiona asked tersely.

Keith frowned, reading the leading note in Fiona's voice. “I can hear the disapproval in your voice. What's the problem?"

Fiona tsked. “I am simply hoping you're not the kind of person to pursue a sexual relationship with a damaged pokemon. I will not help you coax that pokemon into one."

“Oh, that's not it at all!" Keith responded defensively. “I just… she keeps approaching me ."

“Define 'approach'?" Fiona pressed.

“Like in the shower last… night?" Keith pondered. “The night before? The last time I remember showering, I took her in there with me to get her cleaned up because she was still dirty, but she took it to mean I wanted to screw her. I didn't even hint at it or anything but, like, she just started licking me and whatnot!"

“And what was your response?"

“I grabbed her and turned her around and told her I didn't bring her into the shower to screw her and then sort of… asked if she wanted to do it with me. She didn't give me a yea or nay so I just left it at that. But… it's gonna happen again. I'm a fucking porn star, for Arceus' sake. She's watched me screwing other pokemon before. And since I'm uh…" Keith trailed off, giving a nervous cough. “Since I'm kinda doing that with Tammy… and Aleda... and Lucia…"

“Busy boy," Fiona said with a chuckle.

“Yeah I kinda… fell into a lot of this. But I don't want Fayah to think that I think she's not acceptable as a… partner or whatever. But I also don't want to… like, you know! She was abused all the time as a pokemon I'm guessing and she probably just thinks it's 'normal' and is just doing it out of habit…"

“Do you want to screw her?" Fiona asked bluntly.

Keith bit his lip for a moment. “Yes, Arceus , yes," he admitted. “She's giant and terrifying and so strong she could literally pick me up and throw me across the room… I think she did do that at one point, actually. And I find that really sexy in a way that I should probably discuss with a therapist to make sure it's not rooted in childhood trauma somehow but there's still the fact that her previous trainer was an absolute dirtbag."

“Yes, very much so," Fiona said with a soft sigh. “If you're looking to have a healthy sexual relationship with Fayah, then consent is not enough. I would highly suggest putting yourself in a situation where your control is taken away from you. Bondage would work best. If she has you literally tied to the bed, then she has all of the power, and her actions will be motivated by her own application of social power rather than the preprogrammed social dynamic she had with her previous trainer."

“Again but in English, please," Keith said, bewildered.

“On top of whatever else she's been through, being used for sex like that will teach her that sex is not something to be enjoyed, but rather… an obligation. A chore. If you ask for it, or press her for it, she will have sex with you out of obligation. You have to remove the obligation so she can explore it herself, basically. I think the healthiest way to go about it would be to tie yourself to a bed with a pair of fuzzy handcuffs and then giving her the key to do with as she will."

Keith paled slightly. “And what if she just… runs off with the key or whatever?"

“If you have to ask that question, you don't trust her enough to be screwing her yet," Fiona stated flatly.

Keith gave a chagrined nod at that. “Touche."

“As for what to do if she tries to initiate sex… every pokemon is different. I am not a psychologist and nor do I know her nearly well enough to say what to do. All I can suggest is that you make any sexual interaction between you two entirely about her. Abstain from your own pleasure entirely. Please her only . I would even suggest masturbating afterwards completely outside the scope of your relationship with her, to demonstrate to her that the act was not driven by your desire to use her for sexual release. But again, you might run into the problem of her feeling as though she isn't worthy of your attention, especially since you seem to be screwing every other female pokemon within your personal vicinity."

“I really need to get something unfuckable to tag along with me," Keith said with a laugh.

“Nothing is unfuckable," Fiona said dismissively.

“Slugma," Keith shot back.

“Lava fleshlight," Fiona responded without missing a beat.

After he finished wincing, Keith breathed a faint sigh. “So… you don't know anyone who could help us uh… talk it all through? Like a counselor or something?"

Fiona gave a thoughtful hum. “There are some pokemon we have who are quite adept at this kind of thing, but they're spread out around the world. None in your region. I'd suggest that Jewel help translate but… she's, you know, Jewel. She'd push you two to fuck no matter what."

Keith grimaced. “While she watches, of course."

“Of course," Fiona said with a faint giggle. “Look, I'm sorry for thinking you had bad intentions to begin with. I can see you're in a bit of a pickle. All I can say is… trust your instincts. If she tries to join in with your fun with your current pokemon, then allow her to. Your 'fun' with your current pokemon must be pretty above board and motivated by more than transactional pleasure, and she'll likely pick up on that. But otherwise, abstain until you feel it is the right time."

“How do you know it's not… 'transactional'?" Keith asked, perplexed.

“Because Aleda definitely wouldn't go for that," Fiona responded simply, giggling. “If you tried to screw her, off-camera, and she wasn't emotionally invested? She'd send you to the burn unit or the morgue."

Keith gave a slightly nervous chuckle at that. “Well, good thing I have a way with pokemon!"

“On and off screen," Fiona said warmly. “Do you have any other questions?"

“Nope, I'm gonna go find my pokemon now. Thanks for the advice, Fiona."

---

Keith knocked on the door to Alice's hotel room; the one right next to his own. But there was no answer. As he pulled his tablet out to call Alice and find out where she was, he wandered over to the window at the end of the hallway, standing next to an artificial fern that smelled very, very faintly of synthetic lavender. He could see a great deal of the city, right to the ocean. Their rooms were only on the third floor, and the view from the rooftop must have been breathtaking. But looking down further, he caught sight of a flurry of movement in the courtyard below.

A lycanroc and lucario very visibly fighting.

Keith closed the call before it could connect, and then turned and ran for the stairs, bounding down them three-at-a-time.

---

“Fayah!" Keith barked as he rounded the courtyard walls and found Fayah locked in a clinch with Lucia. Fayah was using her superior size to dominate the lucario, one large paw clapped down on Lucia's shoulder, forcing her to bend forwards. Lucia was holding her ground, body turned to the side, weight held evenly and tail curling for balance.

Keith's call startled Fayah, and she looked up, losing focus enough that Lucia could roll her shoulders and slip out from under her grasp, rotating fully over onto her paws and lifting one leg up in a powerful kick right against Fayah's jaw.

Fayah's head snapped to the left with the impact, and she froze for an instant as she registered the hit, before rounding on the lucario with a surprisingly scary snarl. Lucia tried to turn and dodge, whirling away from a giant incoming strike from Fayah, but the lycanroc had the experience to follow the lithe jackal with her hit. Lucia was caught right between the shoulder-blade, and sent slamming chin-first into the grass, sliding almost a full foot on her chin before her spike dug into the soft grass and she went full-scorpion, flipping over onto her back and staring up at the sky in a daze.

“Keith!" Alice called, and he finally caught sight of Alice, Atlas, Aleda and Tammy all seated at a picnic table. Atlas was laying on his stomach next to it, Alice was half-on the seat and half-on the arcanine, while Tammy was nestled between Aleda's forepaws, with all four of them idly watching the lycanroc and lucario fight.

Bewildered, Keith moved over towards the picnic table, fighting the urge to try and intervene between the two pokemon fighting. “What's… what's going on?"

“A friendly sparring match. Err, a sparring match. Not too friendly," Alice corrected herself, giggling slightly.

Keith cast his gaze back at Fayah and Lucia, and watched as Fayah helped Lucia back to her paws. Immediately, the two of them squared off again, and Lucia delivered a trio of brutally accurate jabs right on Fayah's nose, followed by a high kick that caught the lycaroc in the jaw. Lucia pivoted, and tried a round-house kick with her opposite foot, but Fayah just leaned back, letting the foot graze past her nose before delivering her counter-attack. It was a brutal left hook with her giant paw, catching Lucia off-balance and making her stagger, before the big over-hand right came down on her left shoulder, crumpling the lucario like a cheap plastic cup.

Fayah paused to make sure Lucia wasn't going to get up immediately, and then helped her up again, before they both squared off once more.

Even though it looked quite violent, and Fayah had a small trickle of blood spilling from her left nostril, Keith could tell that Lucia was pulling her punches and that Fayah wasn't using all of her incredible strength. Even the concerned faces looking on from windows and balconies were more enjoying the spectacle than truly concerned for the pokemon involved.

“...Why though?" Keith asked blankly as he sat down next to Alice, watching Lucia duck under one of Fayah's strikes and knee the lycanroc in the stomach, which had all the effect of throwing a rock at a rhyhorn.

“They were going to fight right in my room, so I told them to take it outside," Alice said calmly. “I figured letting them fight it out would be more healthy than telling them to sit in their corners and having them glare at each other until you got back. Where have you been anyhow?"

“Oh I got uh, caught up with things this morning… yesterday... morning?" Keith tried to reason out, lifting a hand as Aleda approached so that she could nose in under his palm. He automatically started to pet her, stroking over her headtuft, while Tammy stepped into his lap and then flopped down on top of his thighs, stretching out happily. “I don't really… remember much from this morning.. Yesterday?"

“Don't remember your drunk phone call?" Alice asked pointedly, turning to stare at him.

Keith blinked once. “No, not at all."

“I rang you up yesterday morning to ask where you were. You answered and were so drunk that you were incoherent. Said something about moomoo milk, a competition, which I can only assume was a drinking competition, and then started snoring, on the call with me!"

Keith gave a sheepish smile at that. “Well, I wasn't drinking. I was under the effects of 'attract' though."

“I really need to teach that to Lucia," Alice said thoughtfully.

Keith paled. “Please don't."

Alice giggled, and then peered at him. “So your contract wiped you out that much, huh?"

Keith shook his head. “Not entirely. I was fine after my contract, but on the way back to the hotel I thought I'd stop in and enjoy a contest and so then a random braixen waylaid me and fucked me utterly senseless."

“You're joking."

“I am not ," Keith responded bluntly. “And everything after that I don't really remember. She used 'attract' on me a bunch of times and that is not good for anyone's health."

“Do you just… fuck anything that moves?" Alice asked flatly.

Keith shrugged, stroking Aleda's headtuft and scritching her neck lightly. “Some days, it feels like it! I think Kindle was just pent up is all. And she saw an opportunity and went for it with both paws. Not even the first braixen I've been with."

Alice gave him a long stare and just shook her head.

“So why are they fighting?" Keith asked, peering over at where Fayah and Lucia were still fighting, showing no signs of stopping.

“Ironically, over you I think," Alice said dismissively, shrugging and leaning back against Atlas a little further, one of her hands lazily scritching around his ear. “They were butting heads the instant you left the hotel, and being stuck cooped up together for two nights did not help."

“And how long have they been at it?" Keith asked, watching Fayah pick up Lucia and bodily slam her down on the soft grass.

“'Bout two hours," Alice said casually, as Lucia did a reverse hand-stand with a quick kick to Fayah's jaw in passing. “So what's the plan for the next couple days?"

“Well, I'm going to be fucked. Literally," Keith said, with a faint grumble.

“Oh you poor thing," Alice responded, voice dripping with sarcasm.

“Fiona was afraid I was going to go stir-crazy without any contracts and so she was finding random things for me to do, and she'd already lined me up with my fluffer, Jewel, for the next couple days."

“Your fluffer?" Alice asked blankly.

Keith nodded. “A lopunny whose sole job is to keep me hard in between takes."

Alice blinked. “Sounds like a resume I wouldn't have the first idea on how to write."

“Well she's really, really good at, uh," Keith dropped his voice in case anyone nearby might hear them over the walls. “Sucking dick, mostly. And she likes it so much she'll use 'attract' on me to keep me going after."

“Sounds positively awful," Alice said unconvincingly.

“And so I have to take this lopunny to a resort for the weekend and she'll probably suck my dick until I'm unconscious again," Keith complained.

Alice gave him a long stare, pursing her lips. “Lucia would kill for that."

“I don't even know if she likes going down on people," Keith said, letting his gaze drift over to where Lucia was trying, and failing, to get Fayah into an effective armbar. “I mean, she did it a little bit with me but I didn't ev-"

“Finish that sentence and you're getting locked in a room with her," Alice said darkly.

Keith laughed.

---

After another hour of increasingly-tired sparring, Fayah and Lucia finally staggered over to the picnic table, both of them almost collapsing next to it. Fayah looked entirely mussed up, with her fur sticking out at odd angles, while Lucia was dirty and covered with errant blades of grass. Both of them were breathing hard, and looked too exhausted to give each other any more than mild looks of annoyance.

Alice looked down her nose at Lucia, and then gave a faint smile. “Got that out of your system, huh?"

Lucia lifted a paw in a rough approximation of a middle finger at her trainer but didn't even lift her head.

Fayah was on her knees properly now, large paws on the grass, supporting herself, still a towering, imposing figure, but obviously exhausted. “Are you done fighting?" Keith asked blankly.

Fayah lifted her head and then gave a small nod, before dropping forwards on to her stomach to try and catch her breath.

Alice rolled her eyes and pulled out her wallet, walking over to the ground-floor cafe to get both of the pokemon some water.

---

“So where are you planning on going tomorrow?" Alice asked as she handed back Aleda's, Tammy's, and Fayah's pokeball to Keith. They were using the stairs to get to the fourth floor rather than waiting out the crowd of people standing around the elevators.

Keith slid Aleda's and Tammy's pokeballs into his pocket, but kept Fayah's pokeball close in his front pocket. The pokemon were climbing the stairs behind them, Aleda, Fayah, Tammy and Lucia all bringing up the rear. Atlas had been transferred into his pokeball until they got back to the room on account of being too big to easily traverse the staircases.

“I dunno, honestly. There are some seaside resorts down by the beach that might work, why do you ask?"

“I was thinking of taking a trip over to Dewford town. Lucia wants to murder the gym leader there to prove her fighting prowess, and I think it'd be a good way for her to blow off some steam instead of blowing you," Alice said with a giggle.

Keith narrowed his eyes at Alice, and there was a protesting 'Cario!' from further down the stairs.

“We'll only be gone a day or so. Catch a ferry over there, stay overnight maybe, and then come back. And that's plenty of time for you to spend with that lopunny."

“Are you asking my permission?" Keith asked blankly.

“More just your opinion. You've got no problem with that?"

Keith shrugged. “Don't see why not."

---

Keith had barely sat down on his hotel bed with Aleda and Tammy sprawled out next to him when his tablet started ringing. He picked it up, sliding the call-accept button until the screen resolved to a Violent Enterprises logo.

“Keith?" Fiona asked.

“Present," Keith responded.

“How are you this afternoon?"

“I feel terrible," Keith admitted with a faint laugh. “I haven't been out yet to get more moomoo milk, so please don't ask."

“Very well, I was calling to inform you that Jewel's pokeball is awaiting collection at the pokecentre on Aspear street."

“I'll go down and get her today… but do I have to let her out today? Can I at least have this evening off so I can get my energy back?"

Fiona gave a long pause at that, and then sighed. “Yes, that would be fine. Though she will likely be amped up after being cooped up in a pokeball for so long, and her 'punishment' will likewise be a little bit more forceful."

Keith made an 'eurgh' noise and then sighed. “Why can't we just get a pokemon with unlimited stamina to take care of her?"

“You think Jewel would be interested in a pokemon?" Fiona asked with a giggle. “No, she's purely interested in humans, I'm afraid."

Keith sighed. “Okay, I'll go pick her up and think about letting her out of the ball early."

“Nine A.M. tomorrow at the latest," Fiona cautioned. “This was marketed to her as a vacation and keeping her in the pokeball for the majority of it would make her incredibly cross."

“Mhmm, I get it," Keith said.

“And before you go, Cassandra dug up something that you need to see, Keith," Fiona said. Her tone was serious now, and there was a marked difference in the air of her voice.

Keith chewed his tongue for a moment. “Why, what is it?"

“It's about Fayah," Fiona said carefully. “I'm sending you through the files now."

“Is it about her past…?" Keith asked blankly, giving Fayah a look. The lycanroc was sitting in the corner as usual, watching him with one eye, the other covered by her mohawk. An empty bottle of water was sitting between her knees.

“Of a sorts," Fiona said with a slightly resigned sigh.

“I don't much like your tone," Keith admitted.

Fiona paused, choosing her words carefully. “I… I think you'll be pleasantly surprised but it is a complicated situation."

Keith's tablet made a noise, interrupting him before he could speak again. “Right, the file is here, I'll give it a look when we're done."

“Look at it now, please," Fiona insisted. “It will provide context for what I will tell you next."

“Okay, fine," Keith said, pulling his tablet away and fiddling with it until he could get the loudspeaker to activate. He then scrolled through his recent files until he found the one Fiona had just sent him. The video player popped up, showing a rather grainy video that appeared to be a security camera installed in a business. An alleyway with a single street-light was visible.

“What am I looking at?" Keith asked, squinting at the grainy video.

“Security camera footage taken last week, at an alleyway alongside a hotel in Mauville."

“Hmm," Keith responded, watching the video, waiting for anything to happen. There was a flurry of movement as someone was ejected from a second-floor window, hitting the ground with a wincingly-hard impact and then laying prone. A large figure leaped down from the window, and then strode over the prone form. Keith immediately recognized Fayah's silhouette. She reached to her throat and tore her collar off, fiddling with it and then dropping it on the prone form, before turning and loping away, off-camera.

“Sweet Arceus was that James?"

Fayah looked up at the mention of her previous master's name, and her eyes narrowed intently.

“Yes," Fiona said carefully. “He was admitted to the critical care unit early that morning and discharged himself a couple days ago. We lost track of him after that."

Keith looked up at Fayah, and then down at the screen again, frowning. “So I guess that kinda answers the question on what happened between them."

“Fayah certainly seems to have made her choice, at the very least, if not choosing you specifically, she's chosen not to continue with her old trainer."

“Thank you for showing me this," Keith said, watching Fayah all the while.

“I thought you'd want to know about it," Fiona said with guarded cheer. “Give me a call if you need anything, and don't forget to charge the resort you choose to stay at to Violet Enterprises."

“I'll remember, thanks," Keith said, closing the call and then setting his tablet aside. Fayah was still watching him, sensing that something was amiss.

“C'mere," Keith said, beckoning to the lycanroc.

Fayah paused, but then did as asked, getting heavily to her paws and stomping over to the bed in front of Keith. Aleda lifted her head and protested at the noise, before laying her head back down and resuming dozing.

Keith reached up, and lightly grasped Fayah's cheek with his palm, lifting his other hand over to lightly pet her mohawk. Fayah's ears flattened back, but she allowed the petting, before leaning in to the motion slightly, but enough that Keith could feel her powerful muscles pushing against his palms.

After a moment, Keith reached into his pocket, coming up with her pokeball and then holding it out for her.

Fayah looked at him, and then down at the pokeball, and then back again, before gingerly taking the ball, clasping it between her two heavy paws. She turned, and stomped back over to the pot plant in the corner, depositing the pokeball gently there, before she rounded once more. But instead of sitting down, she stomped over to the bed once more, and laid her heavy head in Keith's lap, silently begging for more pets that Keith was all too happy to give.

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After an uneventful morning, Keith packed his bags, heading down to the foyer and then out into the city streets proper. Alice had already taken her leave, and her, Lucia, and Atlas had all headed down to the docks to catch a ferry to Dewford town an hour previously.

Keith was on the lookout for a beachside resort to take Jewel to for the day. He stopped in at the pokecentre to get her pokeball, and paid a rather steep price for a six-pack of moomoo milk, and acquired an armful of brochures.

Slateport was a popular tourist destination, and had fully four different resorts. One of them was basically just a beach resort with an open air massage therapy area, and Keith discarded that immediately. It was a day resort, and didn't even have private rooms.

Two of the remaining resorts were beachside but from the pictures, they were quite open, and the hotel rooms were basically wood huts strewn along the beachfront.

The fourth resort, however, was individual luxury hotel rooms laid out along the shoreline with a central bar and restaurant. The buildings for the hotel were modern, with stone foundations, thick walls to keep out the winter cold, sliding glass doors for views of the beach, king-sized beds, a large hot tub in the central room overlooking the beach, and a gigantic shower built for larger pokemon. It was perfect luxury, and had a price tag to match.

Keith checked on his tablet for the booking information, and the ability to charge to Violet Enterprises popped up in his options.

If he was giving Jewel the best possible day off, that was certainly the place!

After deciding that it was too far to walk to the resort, Keith hired a ponyta-drawn carriage to take them to the resort. It was a little bit pricey, but walking that far would have taken half the afternoon, and Keith desperately wanted to rest some more before Jewel wore him out the next day. Fayah had trouble fitting in the carriage, but eventually, she managed, though Keith had to basically sit in her lap. He was thoroughly aware of how much larger than him she was when he was leaning back against her, and even the carriage driver seemed a little reluctant to turn his back on her.

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The resort loomed large over the shoreline, with the central accommodation building, a full six stories tall with terraced balconies with private swimming pools on each level overlooking the beach.

Keith looked up at the gleaming building and whistled in awe, before heading for the reception, his three pokemon in tow. A small crowd of people were waiting to be served, and so Keith detoured down a hallway to a large window overlooking the beach. The little private buildings were visible from there, and he could see a lot better now that they were less 'private' than the images in the brochure hinted. There wasn't a huge deal of separation between each building, but at least they weren't pressed up tight to each other. As long as they had curtains to draw, it would be private enough for Jewel and he.

After deciding that the lodgings would be adequate for whatever debauchery Jewel had planned for him, he turned and headed back to the reception. The line had lessened somewhat, but he still had to sit through quite a few questions asked by people staying at the resort.

'Yes we offer boat tours, leaving in the morning, would you like to book a trip?'

'Sorry the Corsola migration isn't for another few weeks.'

'Yes there are tentacruel in the waters around here and it's recommended to swim with a paralyze heal at all times'.

And finally, Keith got to the front counter. “One of your private buildings out there on the beach please."

“A bungalow? One night?"

“Two nights, please," Keith corrected.

“Very well," the receptionist said, tapping some keys on her computer.

“Charged to, uh," Keith lowered his voice, looking around. “ Violet Enterprises ."

“Please hand over your pokedex or tablet," the receptionist said, holding out her hand.

Keith blinked, but fished his tablet out of his pocket, handing it over. The receptionist didn't even look up, laying the tablet on a little black pad. The screen on the tablet flashed once, and then showed the Violet Enterprises logo. “Ah yes, Keith Richards," the receptionist hummed, tapping some more keys. “Your room is booked for two nights."

The tablet flashed again, and then the screen flickered for just a moment. “The grounds map has been uploaded to your device. Your bungalow is bungalow nineteen, at the far end of the lot," she said, producing a key for him with a '19' stamped on the tag.

Keith took the key, and his tablet back, sliding them into separate pockets.

“Enjoy your stay, Mister Richards," she said with a slight bow of her head, before lowering her voice as well with a conspiratorial whisper. “I quite enjoy your work."

Keith felt his face flushing, and he nodded. “Well, thanks!" he said awkwardly, turning and heading for the front door.

Aleda gave him a long look, and then rolled her eyes at his fluster, while all three pokemon fell into step behind him.

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The bungalow was a little smaller than the brochure had implied, with sliding glass doors out the front leading to a wide leisure area, and then a rear space divided in to a shower, toilet and bedroom. The front room had a raised half, with a hot tub that sat in the dividing line, so that any water spilled would end up in the lower half, which was rock with carefully-placed drains and sluices to keep it from getting too wet. A front veranda was outside the glass double-doors, with a pair of deck chairs bolted to it, with fluffy, luxury cushions laid out inside the room itself out of the elements. There were storm clouds brewing in the distance over a churning ocean, so Keith didn't think the deckchairs would see much use that evening.

The bedroom was as roomy as it could be given the overall size of the building, with most of the space taken up by a king-size bed. A small table with an alarm clock sat beside the bed, with a walk-in wardrobe built into the wall with an ironing board inside.

The front room had a tiny kitchen spot that was just a microwave, a toaster and a kettle on a shelf, and a small bar-fridge built into a nook, with a narrow bar and a pair of stools to be used for eating. The entire room was built around the hot tub, which was a larger, four-person model with a stepped bottom, and drink holders arrayed around the outside for comfort. It was drained of water for now, but a large-bore pipe with a heavy-duty lever-style tap was embedded in the flooring with the end terminating in the hot tub itself, which would fill it incredibly fast. The hot tub itself had a lowered lip around the front side, so that any overflow would be right onto the tiles and towards the drains in it, instead of up over the wood-panelled interior of the room.

“Well it's not awful ," Keith said, eyeing the hot tub, while Fayah stomped over to the bedroom door and peeked in, her ears flattening as she failed to spy a corner that could accommodate her. Aleda had already moved over to the kitchen area of the room and was curiously snuffling around the various styles of coffee in small sachets in a bowl on the bar. She was carefully inspecting each one, nosing the ones she didn't like out of the way.

Tammy had already spied the luxury cushions near the doors, and bounded over to them, picking the softest spot she could find and promptly flopping on it, wiggling around to get comfy and then sprawling out lazily.

“I see you're all comfortable," Keith said with a chuckle, setting his backpack down by the door leading into the bedroom, while Fayah ambled into the bedroom and gently placed her pokeball down on the dresser. She then stomped over to the walk-in wardrobe, staring at it, and then picking up the ironing board and leaning it against the far wall so she could turn and sit in the wardrobe.

Aleda had decided on a coffee brand she liked, a sweet blend of watmel berries and coffee beans in a purple packet. She strode over to him smugly, holding up the packet towards him expectantly.

“Oh fine," Keith said, taking the packet from her and then heading over to the kitchen area to put the kettle on.

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A heavy rain was falling outside, loudly pelting the building, while powerful winds howled against the walls. The sliding door to the front patio was being constantly pelted with fat bullets of rain, crashing against it in rhythmic waves. The sun had set an hour earlier and with it had come the storm.

The interior of the bungalow had cooled somewhat since the daytime, and Keith had turned on the hot tub. As predicted, the large-gauge pipe filled the hot tub with luke-warm water in under a minute. A water-proof control on the side of the hot tub had a rather lengthy selection of different settings, but Keith decided on the 'standard' selection, flicking the tub on. Immediately, a gentle stream of bubbles started up, and indirect lights in the bottom of the hot tub turned on, illuminating the bottom of the tub and casting a cozy glow.

Pleasantly surprised, Keith took off his shirt and pants, wearing just a pair of boxers as he lowered himself into the water. It was tepid at first, but the heating elements around the bottom of the tub were soon fixing that, and very quickly, the tub was at a nice temperature.

Keith grumbled faintly to himself as he realised he hadn't gotten a drink, and it was already far too comfortable to get out to get one, and so he just seated himself on the raised step and stretched out, watching the rain pelt the sliding front door. Tammy was still sitting on the cushions she had claimed, but looked interested in the hot tub, her eyes narrowed at it and a thoughtful expression on her muzzle. Aleda was over near the kitchen, a round soup cup between her paws that still held a measure of her coffee in it. She had been lazily lapping at it all evening, with her tails carefully curled around the exterior. Keith was certain she was using her fire powers to keep the cup from going cold, as it had been steaming steadily for the last two hours.

Fayah however, was still in the room, and last Keith had seen her, she was sleeping fitfully, curled up in the corner of the wardrobe. He had carefully placed a pillow between her head and the wall, and she had unconsciously accepted it.

Jewel's pokeball was sitting on the little bar, and Keith occasionally shot it glances. Should he take her out? After being destroyed by Zahara and Kindle, he wasn't quite certain if he wanted to immediately get fucked back into unconsciousness. But he did want to make a mess of someone…

Harrumphing to himself, Keith braved the colder air of the room to drip over the wood panelling and grab a moomoo milk from the fridge, quickly scooting back over to the hot tub and dropping down into it. With the bungalow being chilly, he felt like he could just sleep in the hot tub instead of spending any amount of time in the bed itself.

Once he was reseated, Keith pulled the top off the glass bottle of milk. It was only 600ml, but with how curiously thick and creamy it was, it was a struggle to finish an entire bottle in one sitting. So Keith just watched the rain pelting the sliding glass doors, sipping away at the bottle of ice-cold moomoo milk.

Aleda had curled up to sleep by the time Tammy decided to approach, pulling herself up to balance precariously on the lip of the tub, before prancing around to where it met the floor, eyeing Keith's mostly-finished bottle of milk.

“You trying to steal my milk?" Keith asked defensively, grasping the little pokemon and pulling her into the tub with him. Tammy gave a surprised and annoyed squeak at getting wet, her paws padding at the water for a moment as she huffed up at him, eyes narrowing.

Keith poked his tongue out at her, but then released her, and she ducked down to submerge her entire body before paddling back to the edge of the tub, and then mincing along the raised step towards him.

Keith watched her suspiciously, and his caution was confirmed when Tammy crawled into his lap and settled there, staring up at him with her big brown eyes entreatingly, putting her paws up on his chest and lowering her ears sadly.

“Oh fine," Keith said, muffling a chuckle and then picking up the mostly-empty bottle of milk, holding it above her nose. “Open up."

Tammy opened her muzzle willingly, tilting her head back and extending her tongue, eyes closed. Keith paused for a moment then, wishing he had his tablet to take a picture of her like this. It certainly didn't help that the last time he had seen her in that pose, she had been waiting expectantly for a mouthful of his spunk.

Swallowing thickly, Keith tilted the bottle above her muzzle, watching the white liquid drip and splash down over her tongue. Tammy opened an eye to peer at him, waiting until he stopped pouring before she closed her mouth and gave a firm swallow, smirking up at him knowingly.

“Pix." Tammy stated smugly, her multiple tails giving slow little swishes back and forth in the water above his boxers, before she opened her mouth again, extending her tongue carefully while staring directly into his eyes.

Keith gave a faint grumble, pouring the last of the moomoo milk over her tongue, eyes narrowing at the vulpix as she swallowed down the liquid happily. “You know exactly what you're doing, don't you?"

Tammy arched an eyebrow at him, feigning a hurt look, before her expression turned mischievous and she gave a sweet little nod.

Keith rolled his eyes and booped her nose with a finger, before giving a chuckle. “You are naughty," he chided.

Tammy stared up at him, and then submerged far enough that she could blow bubbles at him defiantly, before leaning forwards to rest her chin on his bare chest, her little forepaws pressing together and resting very low on his stomach.

“What are you doing?" Keith asked, eyes narrowing down at the vulpix suspiciously.

“Piiix," Tammy responded innocently, tilting her head up at him with her best approximation of an honest smile, which was immediately contradicted when her soft little paws sank to the hem of his boxers and pulled them down an inch or so.

Keith stared at the vulpix, struggling internally as to whether to stop her or not. On the one hand, he was due to spend 'quality time' with Jewel the next morning, which would no doubt result in him getting fucked into a coma. On the other hand, he was lying in a cozy hot tub with gentle bubbles caressing his body; it was nice and dark as he hadn't bothered to get up and turn on the light, and so the only illumination was from the in-built hot-tub lights; and he had an amorous vulpix willing to hold her mouth open and let him blow a load right over her tongue.

He glanced around, not seeing Aleda or Fayah, and then grumbled faintly and reached down to grasp the vulpix's sides, lightly stroking along her fur under the water. A happy squeak left her, and she took his caress as tacit approval, and gripped the front of his pants in her little paws. She pulled his boxers down, the stretchy hem providing barely any resistance, and with a quick tug, she had his half-hard cock bobbing free in the water.

The soft, indirect lighting in the tub gave Tammy ample illumination to see what was happening under the surface of the water, and she lifted up, paws on his thighs as she stared down at the water, perplexed, trying to work out how she could get at him when he was clearly under the surface.

Keith chuckled, and stroked his fingers lazily down her spine, rubbing across the base of her tails, watching as the motion made her stretch and flex the tails, fanning them for a moment, before she looked up at him with an annoyed 'pix!'

“What?" Keith asked, giving a sly little smile at her. “You're the one that wants to start something, you gotta figure it out yourself," he chided, squeezing his hands around her warm midsection, fingertips lightly brushing through silky wet fur.

“Vul!" Tammy complained, staring down at the surface of the water intently, watching his half-hard cock like a fearow might watch a caterpie crawling across the grass. She paused, and then took a deep breath, before plunging her muzzle down into the water.

Keith arched slightly as he felt the incredibly hot vulpix tongue glance around his tip, noticeably hotter even than the hot tub water, and his cock stiffened eagerly, throbbing to life as Tammy closed her little muzzle around his tip and gave him a weak, watery suck.

The sensation was short-lived as Tammy soon had to surface for air, huffing through her nose up at him as she panted faintly.

“Oh fine then," Keith chuckled, slipping his hands to his boxers and pulling them down enough that they were hooked around his knees. He pulled one leg most of the way out of them, and then kicked them down the rest of the way so that they floated in the bubbles of the hot tub while he heaved himself up out of the water to sit on the edge of the tub, splaying his thighs out so that Tammy had full access to him.

“Vul!" Tammy declared happily, putting her forepaws in Keith's lap, balancing them on his thighs. Her hindlegs were on the raised step in the tub, meaning her entire back half was still submerged, but she still had enough angle to reach his cock!

The heated vulpix tongue swirled against his stiffening cock, pushing it against his belly with an eager nuzzle as she dragged a long lick from his base all the way to his tip. Without the dulling effect of the water, he could feel everything in the way she lapped at him, and the little flick of her tongue against his tip when she reached the end had him very quickly stiffening!

Tammy giggled, adjusting her stance, her forepaws moving inwards to grasp around the base of his cock, deliberately pushing it tight against his lower belly where it wouldn't move, and then attacking his tip with a wild flurry of licks that had him throbbing to full, eager size. She peered up at him, brown eyes narrowing with a naughty stare as she swirled her tongue in deliberate motions all around his tip, giggling when his cock jerked and the traces of water still on his cock were joined by a small dribble of precum.

Soft vulpix lips closed over his very tip, and her gentle paws grasped around his base to pull his cock down towards her, letting her get the angle to close her lips enough for a lewd suckle on his tip, nursing at him gently in a deliberate attempt to suckle the precum from him.

Keith hissed and leaned over the vulpix, one of his hands resting between her ears on reflex while he tried his very best not to grind his hips towards her or pull her head down over him. “F-fuck…" he hissed between clenched teeth.

“Vul!" Tammy managed to purr, her tone muffled by his tip stuffed between her lips, brown eyes peering up at him innocently before she leaned forwards and swallowed his entire tip. His hips jerked slightly on reflex, and she giggled as she gave three powerful bobs on him before pulling back and laying an eager flurry of teasing licks right against his very tip, making his cock throb and pulse visibly in front of her muzzle.

“You fucking minx ," Keith panted, affectionately ruffling both of her cheeks with his palms. Tammy smirked and puffed up her chest, her tails giving a fanned swirl in the water in response to his praise, before she dove back down and started to nurse powerfully on his tip, soft little paws squeezing around his base firmly.

“That eager to get another muzzlefull, huh?" Keith asked, watching Tammy deepen her nursing to bob on the first few inches of him. She paused at his words and her ears perked up, her cheeks seeming to flush slightly as she gave an awkward nodding bob on his cock, before redoubling her motions on him, grinding down further and suckling around him eagerly.

Keith's hands slid down the eager vulpix's form, grasping at her haunches for a moment, before one of his hands slipped under her, splaying fingers along her lower belly and inner thighs. Even in the heated tub, the crevice of Tammy's little cunt was noticeably hotter than the warm water around it, and so Keith had no difficulty tracing the cleft of her entrance with a fingertip.

Tammy gave a faint noise of protest around his cock, which quickly turned into a muffled moan and then a grasp of paws around his base a little harder than necessary, her brown eyes staring up at him almost menacingly.

“Hey, turnabout is fair play," Keith said, booping her on the nose with his free hand. Tammy's eyes crossed, and he used the momentary distraction to curl his fingers around and start to sink one inside her!

Tammy's eyes widened, and she pulled off of his cock with another protest, standing up on the tips of her paws, her back arching a little as his finger sank between the tightly knitted muscles and spread her open, sinking into the furnace heat of her little pussy. Tight muscles immediately clenched around him, squeezing at the intrusion, and she stared up at him with a heated huff, her ears flattening back as she leaned forwards to nip at the inside of his thigh.

Keith jerked at the nip, and then chuckled, curling his hand and letting his fingertip brush lightly against the smooth, slick inner flesh. “Want me to stop?" he asked, a knowing twinkle in his eye.

Tammy narrowed her eyes at him with the faintest of huffs, leaning forwards to push her nose against his cock again, opening her muzzle to sink back over him, only to pause and gasp, squeaking faintly as Keith adjusted his hand and sank a second digit inside her!

“P-pix!" Tammy stammered shrilly, her back arching and her tails fanning out, flicking water out across the floor as incredibly tight, silky-soft inner flesh squeezed down around his fingertips She was incredibly hot inside, and keith was no stranger to that, but how incredibly tight and squeezing she was around his fingertips was something else.

Tammy leaned forwards, panting hot exhalations against his balls as his cock bobbed lazily across her face, almost touching between her ears.

“Tammy…" Keith said quietly, slowly stirring his digits inside her.

Tammy looked up at him with hazy brown eyes, licking her lips for a moment and giving the underside of his cock a distracted lick. “Vul?"

“Do you think it'd fit?" Keith asked, looking from her eyes, to the stiff human cock that was bobbing against her nose and muzzle, and then back again.

Tammy stared at him for a long moment, tilting her head to the side. “Pix?"

“I want to fuck you," Keith said, his mouth a little dry, swallowing around the sudden lump in his throat. “Do you think it'd… you know... fit?" he queried, punctuating his question by burying his digits inside her in another slow thrust.

The vulpix stared up at him, drawing back for a moment to gaze at his cock, her head tilting first one way, and then the other, seeming to measure him in her mind. Brown eyes locked on his own, and she licked her lips nervously, before nodding once.

Keith withdrew his fingers from the vulpix, wrapping both hands around her middle and pulling her up out of the water. She squealed slightly at being hefted, pushing paws against his chest, but allowed him to lay her down on the edge of the hot tub, her tailtips dipping into the water and her rump right on the very lip of the tub.

He loomed over her, palms on either side of her body, staring down at her hungrily. His eyes travelled down her form, and Tammy stared up at him, her ears flattening back under the intensity of his stare. She paused, and then shakily spread her hindlegs, giving him the perfect view of that plump mound of vulpix flesh between her hindlegs.

The soft white fur of her underside was interrupted by the seam of her little cunt, with the soft white outer lips giving way to pink inner flesh that was just all the more visible when she spread her hindlegs for him.

Keith slipped his hand down to cup the heated mound of vulpix cunt, spreading her open very deliberately with his fingertips so that he could glimpse the softest pink of her deeper flesh.

“Vul…" Tammy panted, staring up at him, her paws held tight to her chest awkwardly, her cheeks flushed and ears perking at him before flattening back again.

“Fuck you're hot," Keith said shortly, grasping her rump with both hands and sliding a thumb between her thighs, tracing it down the length of her little cunny before spreading her once more for his viewing pleasure.

The soft pink of Tammy's inner flesh was faintly sheened with moisture, and Keith was sure that some of it wasn't water. Her gaze was locked on him, her little brown eyes wide and staring, hindlegs quivering with nervous anticipation.

Keith got his knees under himself, and then stood up properly, towering over the little vulpix. He gently dragged her along the side of the hot tub, until she was far enough along that he could step down so his feet were on the bottom of the hot tub, which left him at the perfect angle. His cock neatly slotted between her hindlegs, heavy and thick, bobbing once against the soft outer lips of that little vulpix cunt while his tip throbbed eagerly over her belly.

Tammy stared down at him, eyes wide, paws grasping at her own chest for a moment in nervous reflex as she measured him with her eyes.

Keith leaned forwards, grinding his hips downwards for a moment, letting her feel the underside of his cock lightly grind along that tight little cunny. Tammy squeaked, and one of her hindlegs pushed against his stomach helplessly, her hips giving a tiny little stirring motion as Keith gave another grind against her.

Keith stared down at her with narrowed, intent eyes. He was just so much bigger than her, and it was hard to fathom how he would even fit. But then, he had fucked Summer, and their sizes were quite comparable. He lightly ground his hips against her, deliberately pressing the underside of his cock against the length of that little cunny, dragging right down until the head of his cock bounced against her.

“V-vul…" Tammy mumbled, staring down her own form towards him. Her eyes widened a little, and her tails fanned, the edges dipping into the water and splashing faintly as Keith reversed direction and his comparatively blunt tip bumped right against her tight little entrance!

“Pix…" Tammy added, her gaze flicking up to his own and then back to where his tip was prodding and grinding against her.

Keith caught her stare, but then was drawn back to the sight of that tight little entrance spreading against his tip. She was so ridiculously tight, but his tip grinding against her was spreading that slick entrance, parting cream-furred outer lips and rubbing against the deliciously soft inner flesh.

Tammy's paws flew to her muzzle, and she bit down on one of her pawpads, her eyes wide when his tip wedged her open, sinking that first half-inch inside her but not spreading her quite wide enough to consume the entire head of his eager cock. He panted faintly at the sensation of her tight, squeezing inner flesh against his tip, and the furnace heat of her little body that promised a wild ride when he managed to sink deeper.

Keith was more than ready for her internal temperature after his ordeal with Kindle, and so there was no hesitance to hold him back. He grasped Tammy's hips with both palms, pulling her towards him as he ground his hips towards her, and a shrill exclamation of mixed emotions left the vulpix as the head of his cock slipped past the gripping outer lips of her tight little cunt and disappeared inside her.

Tight, hot, slippery flesh grasped around the entire head of Keith's cock, squeezing down around him in protest of being so thoroughly wedged open. Tammy's little paws pushed against his chest tightly, her entire little body arching and tails slapping against his inner thighs as inner muscles replicated the clench of her paws, squeezing around him with a delicious friction.

“Fuck…" Keith hissed between clenched teeth, gripping Tammy's middle with both palms, hips stirring against her. Each of his movements made him shift inside her the tiniest amount, and he could feel the tightly-gripping flesh of her little cunt sliding around his tip with each motion. Tammy squealed a high-pitched 'v-vul!' as Keith heaved forwards, burying several eager inches of human cock inside her. The tight grasp of her outer lips around him was a noticeable band of sensation, gripping in tight, protesting squeezes, edging further down his cock the deeper he went in her. Her actual inner flesh was more forgiving, softer and more slippery, more inviting and malleable to the eager presses of his cock, but more tenacious in its eager grasp around him. No matter what angle he took, that same slippery-soft grasp was omnipresent, clenching and squeezing and grasping around his tip in a delicious hug.

“Fuck!" Keith repeated, louder, as Tammy arched her back further and gave a delighted whimper. His hips stirred against her in reflex, grinding slowly, unable to help but rock against her as internal muscles squeezed and clenched around him in a maddeningly slippery vice-grip.

Keith hunched over the vulpix, and gave her two eager, urgent humps, sliding back and then heaving forwards, sinking himself just that little bit deeper with each motion. The tight grasp of Tammy's outer lips was crawling up his rigid shaft, squeezing urgently around him and growing almost crushingly tight as he managed to stuff two-thirds of his rock-hard cock inside her. She clenched around him so tightly that it made him ache , and each urgent throb of his cock and faint twitch inside her made her squeeze and clench around him, moist, soft inner flesh contracting around his tip with slippery, perfect friction.

“Vul! V-vul!" Tammy cried out, her hindlegs squeezing around his hips urgently, mirroring the way her hot cunt grasped in urgent squeezes around his throbbing cock.

“Fuck!" Keith repeated, reduced to a one-word vocabulary, leaning over Tammy so far his chest was almost against her own. His light rocks and grinds against her had her squealing and yipping in delight, and giving no indication of pain, and so he took that as tacit approval to rut the little pokemon.

Tammy squealed with Keith's first proper thrust, his stiff cock drawing back several inches and then stabbing forwards, spearing through moist, urgently grasping inner flesh in a grinding hump, only for him to immediately draw back and cram himself back inside her! Her little hindlegs started to twitch, and her paws weakly pushed against his shoulders, her muzzle quivering with delighted exultations as she immediately started to orgasm around him.

Keith's next thrust felt like he had snared himself in some kind of vulpix-based trap. There was significantly more resistance, drawing him up short, tightening and clenching around him in earnest, until he heaved forwards with more of his weight and speared more of his cock inside her. Immediately, Tammy squealed , and her little body locked down around him. Already-tight vulpix cunt squeezed around him with wild intensity, clenching so hard that his cock ached within her, and sudden eager undulations of heated inner flesh started to grasp and tug at his embedded cock, massaging him with inescapable ripples of soaked flesh.

“Fuck! F-fuck!" Keith hissed, grasping the vulpix with his palms and trying to tug free. But Tammy had him held tightly in her rippling little cunt, forced to endure each torturously glorious undulation of impossibly soft, tight flesh grasping and swirling against his throbbing cock.

Tammy was almost yelping , claws scoring red marks into his chest while a slick rush of incredibly hot liquids somehow managed to leak from around where Keith was thoroughly stuffing her clenching cunt. The extra lubrication was just slippery enough that Keith managed to yank backwards, overcoming the vice-grip of Tammy's incredibly hot pussy, leaving just his tip buried in her squeezing cunt.

Tammy did yelp this time, her eyes going wide and tails fanning, slapping the water as Keith lunges on reflex and stuffed his cock back inside, burying himself in that swelteringly hot vulpix honeypot almost to his root, sending a squish of her slippery liquids drooling down over her tail base.

“F-fuck you're so tight !" Keith hissed, half-protest, half-praise.

Tammy struggled back to coherence, staring up at him with barely-focused brown eyes, her soft paws pushing against his chest weakly. “Vuuul…" she garbled, weakly rolling her hips against him, causing slippery flesh to gyrate slowly around his twitching cock.

“Nnng, just… fuck! Just try to relax," Keith hissed in her ear, shifting his stance to try and get better balance and leverage. Tammy squeezed his hips with her hindpaws, and weakly pushed her forepaws against his chest.

“Just!... Like!... That!" Keith grunted, punctuating each word with a powerful thrust deep inside the vulpix.

Tammy arched against him wildly again, and he snarled, pressing down on her chest with a palm so that she didn't throw the penetration out of alignment, his next thrust sinking into the furnace-heat of her little body and cramming her open until only the final inch of his cock remained outside.

Muscles deep, deep within Tammy's sweltering little body clenched and coaxed at his cock, squeezing in reflexive spasms around the tip of the organ spreading her so very wide.

“Every fucking inch!" Keith snapped incoherently, gripping Tammy's middle again and starting to hump into her roughly. All of his weight was behind his hips now, rocking her little body back and forth, sinking his achingly-stiff cock through the slippery grasp of Tammy's clinging inner walls over and over again.

Tammy was starting to clench and arch against him again, claws extending, digging into his shoulders harshly, almost drawing blood as he felt a telltale clench deep within her thoroughly-stuffed cunt.

“Nng fuck," he hissed, leaning over her further and starting to drive his hips against her with all of his strength. “Just… Fuck! Just hold on a little bit longer, Tammy!" Keith coaxed, his grip around her middle tightening. “D-don't cum!"

He knew if she came before he got it all inside, then it would be all over. There was no way he'd be able to survive a second round of her orgasmic squeezes. And there was a burning desire in him to fill her to capacity. He needed to feel Tammy take every last fucking inch .

Tammy seemed to be reluctantly, hazily acquiescing to his demands, her head thrown back and tails curling and straightening in rhythm, claws digging into his shoulders as she rocked her hips almost violently, gasping and crying out to the ceiling with each of Keith's rough, intent thrusts.

“Vul! Vul! Vul!" Tammy punctuated each of Keith's increasingly urgent thrusts, her little body rocking back and forth with the rising cadence of his motions.

“Fuck!" Keith snarled, baring his teeth and driving into the little vulpix with every last ounce of his swindling strength. “Just!—a!—little!—bit!—more!" he gasped, each thrust a new word, feeling tight, slippery inner flesh grudgingly shifting and spreading, letting him sink that tiny bit deeper inside her.

“P-Pix!" Tammy squealed to the ceiling, arching and kicking her hindlegs on either side of his hips, her little face scrunching up in concentration. Keith felt a peculiar clench inside her, fluttery and weak, followed by another, stronger one, and then another… and then Tammy screamed at the ceiling as she came again, her body tightening around him in wickedly strong spasmodic rhythm between crushing tightness and grasping, urgent milking .

Keith felt his knees go weak, his back arching of its own accord at the mind-melting sensation of Tammy's little body begging him to blow a load inside, and with a snarl, he lunged forwards, putting all of his weight behind his hips and dragging Tammy towards him. The movement was rough, almost violent with its urgency, but as he felt his cock starting to twitch and jerk as he reached his own climax, he felt Tammy's inner walls spreading and shifting, reluctantly permitting him access in between rhythmic, urgent ripples.

And then, Keith finally found bottom, the back of Tammy's thighs against his hips and the tight band of her clenching outer lips grasping around his base, balls-deep in the little vulpix at last! The tight grasp of her inner flesh was replaced by a wall , a taught barrier that his tip was vaguely bumping against, deep, deep inside her. He was giving her every last millimetre she could even physically take !

Tammy screamed , and Keith leaned over her with a cry of triumph, hands grasping at her hips as his own stirred against her in reflex, his cock shifting the tiniest amount inside her with each motion as he started to flood the little vulpix with human spunk!

Eager gushes of it spilled from him, splashing against her deepest reaches in urgent pulses, rapidly pooling deep, deep inside her. With her little cunt so thoroughly stuffed with human cock, the heavy rushes of human spunk had nowhere to go, and so after a few urgent volleys, it started to seep and trickle out from around his base, drooling in a slick rush right down over her tailbases.

Tammy bit down on his shoulder weakly, her eyes wide and staring at the ceiling as she jerked and arched through her first proper load of human cum, hindlegs alternatively kicking and squeezing around his hips, her inner muscles urgently milking and coaxing around him all the while.

Keith shuddered, and then all but collapsed atop the vulpix, chest heaving in time with her own rapid breathing, giving a faint groan of delight that was joined shortly after by her own breathy, exhilarated exhalations.

“Fuuuck…" Keith groaned..

“Vuuul…" Tammy agreed quietly.

It took Keith a moment to realise they had an audience, and he looked up with unfocused eyes to find both Fayah and Aleda were watching from the doorway to the bedroom.

Keith lifted a hand weakly, giving them a wave, realising that the two of them had been quite loud, and it would be odd if they weren't alerted by the screams of an orgasming vulpix.

Aleda stared for a moment and then rolled her eyes, turning and heading back into the bedroom.

Fayah stared for a significantly longer time, before she too turned and returned to the bedroom, leaving Keith and Tammy to try and recover.

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Keith was idly rolling a pokeball back and forth along the edge of the hot tub; Jewel's pokeballs, occasionally rolling it in a figure-eight around the two extra empty bottles of moomoo milk around the edge of the tub. Tammy had long-since gotten up and crawled off to a corner to sleep off the wild fucking she had received. She was sprawled out on her back, paws akimbo, soundly asleep, her little belly rising and falling. The bubbles had been turned off, and the only real ambiance was the light rain pattering against the roof.

Grimacing, Keith halted the roll of the pokeball and snatched it up, clicking the little button on the side. There was a flash of light, and then four feet of lopunny was kneeling at the edge of the hot tub, her long ears brushing against the floor as she gazed around at her new surroundings with a critical eye.

Tammy started at the appearance of the lopunny, rolling over onto her side with the tiniest of squeaks, giving a long, quivering yawn before immediately going back to sleep.

“Pun," Jewel stated, pink eyes narrowing at him intently.

“Hi Jewel," Keith said with a faintly anxious laugh, gesturing towards the hot tub. “I thought I'd let you out of your ball to relax."

“Lo… pun…" Jewel said slowly, her eyes falling on the three empty bottles of moomoo milk scattered around the hot tub, and then fixing him with a long, pointed stare.

Keith laughed anxiously. “No, I wasn't uh… preparing for you or anything! I just… like the taste!"

“...Pun," Jewel stated suspiciously, lifting one leg from the kneeling position and dipping her foot into the water.

Keith was momentarily struck by the fact that he had a rather decent view of Jewel's soft, brown-furred mound, with a faint sliver of pink down the centre of it. He had never actually touched the lopunny before, other than her mouth, specifically, and that thought momentarily consumed him.

“Pun!" Jewel protested, noticing how he was staring.

Keith blinked, and then snapped his stare to the other side of the spa with a weak laugh. “Sorry! Wasn't staring! Just thinking."

“Pun?" Jewel asked, deciding that the water was of an acceptable temperature and carefully slipping down into it. She was much shorter than Keith, and once her chin touched the water she made a noise of protest and then rose up onto her paws to settle herself carefully down on her knees instead.

“Want the bubbles on?" Keith offered, leaning past the lopunny and flicking a switch on the panel behind her, starting up the jets. Jewel didn't give any indication of surprise, and settled back against the bubble jets, giving a low purr of delight.

Keith continued past the lopunny, clambering up out of the water and quickly crossing the distance to the fridge, trying his best not to drip on anything. He retrieved two of the remaining three bottles of moomoo milk, and then quickly jogged back over to the hot tub, slipping back into the decadently warm water and offering one of the bottle to the lopunny.

Jewel arched an eyebrow, and then turned more fully towards him, waiting for him to settle down, letting her gaze slide over to the moomoo milk he was offering.

“O-oh, it's not a suggestion!" Keith said, suddenly realising what it might look like. “I just uh… don't have anything else to drink at the moment," he admitted with a sheepish little smile.

Jewel shifted, and Keith lifted the bottle of moomoo milk up and away from the lopunny as she crawled into his lap. The sleek weight of the lopunny settled in his lap, and she wrapped her arms around his neck, peering up at him with inquisitive pink eyes.

“M-milk?" Keith asked, trying not to meet Jewel's quite intent stare, very aware of her slender form nestled so comfortably in his lap with only his boxers separating them. With her seated in his lap, her head barely crested the water, the size differences between them readily apparent.

Jewel seemed to mull the question over, her head tilting to the side, before she gave a short nod. “Lopun."

Keith reached his arms around her so he could hold the bottle in both hands and twist the lid off, carefully tossing it onto the deck beside the hot tub and then holding it up for her.

Jewel met his gaze, her pink eyes narrowingly as she took the bottle from him, and then tilted it up, taking long, firm pulls of it. She swallowed again, and again, and again, until the entire bottle was empty, and then handed it back to him.

“Uhhh," Keith swallowed, setting the bottle aside carefully so it wouldn't roll away and break. “I kinda… had a long couple of contracts and got fucked into a coma and whatnot and I don't think it would be really… good for my health to engage in wild sexual escapades at the moment." His hands slid down Jewel's form as he spoke, trying to find somewhere comfortable to rest, ending up hooking around her hips, where they widened pleasantly. He could feel her little teardrop tail against his fingertips occasionally as it shifted and twitched in the water. And still, her gaze remained firmly on him, almost predatory.

“And as much as I'd like to uh… make a mess of you again, we don't have to if you don't want to!" he said with a firm nod and a concerned, slightly strained smile.

Jewel broke her stare and then rolled her eyes so emphatically that Keith grimaced. “Lo pun ."

Keith clenched his jaw for a moment, grumbling. “Yes, of course I want to fuck you," he admitted, giving her hips a squeeze with his palms, marvelling at the shape of them. The bubbles disturbed the water so much that he couldn't see anything, and it was quite a shame.

“ Pun . Lo." Jewel stared at him, pursing her lips.

“Oh, you'd prefer if I was a horndog and just opened your pokeball and immediately grabbed the back of your head and stuffed my dick in your mouth?" Keith asked bluntly, voice heavy with sarcasm.

Jewel paused, looking over his shoulder and seriously seeming to ponder.

Keith shook his head, and then lifted a hand to lightly tap her nose with a finger in rebuke. “You know I wasn't being serious. I'm not that type of guy."

“Lo… pun ," Jewel said suspiciously, reaching past him and then picking up his unopened bottle of moomoo milk, shaking it at him accusingly.

It was Keith's turn to purse his lips. “Because I knew you'd want to… blow me into a coma again! I have to take precautions!"

“Pun!" Jewel said brightly, twisting the cap off and tossing it away, and then holding it up in front on his lips, as though to make him drink.

Keith groaned faintly, shaking his head. “Do I have to? You're just gonna suck it back out of me."

Jewel smiled, and then nodded, but drew the bottle back from his lips. Instead, she lifted it to her muzzle, and took a long pull from it. Once she was done, she leaned back against Keith, adjusting her stance in his lap and smirking at him, a faint trickle of milk spilling from the corner of her lip. A low hum left the lopunny as she leaned up to kiss him, pushing her narrow muzzle against his lips and then extending her tongue. Keith's hands helped stabilize the lopunny as she almost had to stand up entirely to get the angle right, but once she did, she deliberately let her carefully-held muzzleful of milk spill right into his mouth!

Keith made a faint noise of protest, but allowed then swallowed down the creamy treat, spilling a decent amount of it down his lips in the process. Jewel was all-too-happy to help, leaning in and dragged a heated lick up the side of his jaw, and then giving little kisses and nosebumps against his cheek and lips.

“Lo pun …" she purred, wrapping her arms back around him with a smirk.

“You are terrible," Keith murmured unconvincingly, squeezing the lopunny's hips with warm palms.

Smirking, Jewel settled back down in his lap, deliberately seating herself right against the bulge in the front of his boxers.

Keith lifted a hand to try and wipe his mouth, but Jewel halted him with a deft press of her little paw, reaching up to pull his head down closer to her level so she could lean up and lighty lap at his lips, cleaning up the line of milk that had spilled even as she slowly ground her hips into his lap.

Keith's hands found Jewel's hips again, and he lightly adjusted her angle, so that with the next grind of her hips, the tight line of lopunny pussy pressed right down over the bulge in his boxers. Jewel tilted her head, her large ears splashing in the water for a moment as she smirked and adjusted her stance, deliberately grinding herself down the length of Keith's stiffening cock in a long, sensuous motion from his tip to his base.

Sliding his palms down lower, Keith gripped around Jewel's sleek hips, helping to grind her perfectly down across his eagerly growing cock. She deliberately pressed down harder, grinding herself against his cock, trapping it between his belly and the deliciously soft line of her pussy, even as she buried her nose in his chest and hooked her arms around his shoulders, panting faintly against him.

Keith slipped one of his hands further down between them, tugging the front of his boxers down, and sensing what he was doing, Jewel smirked up at him and deliberately lifted her hips, giving him enough space to pull them down further. Once they were around his knees, she settled back down, hips lightly coming to rest atop him and the soft mound of her soft cunt gently pressing his rock-hard cock against his own stomach.

“Fuck," Keith groaned, grasping Jewel's hips and drawing her up towards the tip of his cock. She deliberately rolled her hips against him, angling herself into the perfect position to push her soft, tight little entrance right over the tip of his cock, but when he pressed down on her hips to sink her over his cock, she resisted, deftly holding herself against him, with the barest amount of contact between her tip and her incredibly soft flesh.

He could feel his tip grinding against her, spreading her open and kissing against the wonderfully soft inner flesh of the lopunny, but she was resisting his insistent presses on her hips and it was taking all of his willpower to keep from grinding his hips up and burying it inside her.

Smirking, Jewel leaned up, giving a naughty little kiss against his lips before swinging her leg over his lap and crawling off him. She pulled herself up out of the water, pausing at the edge of the tub in a deliberately exposed position, pink eyes fixing him with a heated stare. Giggling, she drew a paw down her own form, lifting one of her knees so he had a clear view of her dipping the paw right between her thighs and spreading herself. The soft, pliable outer lips of her brown-furred cunt spread, revealing the bubblegum pink inner flesh, sheened with moisture from the hot tub, and, Keith imagined, her own liquids.

And then, Jewel smirked and rose to her paws, stepping away from the hot tub and taking up a towel that Keith had laid out for them, throwing it over her shoulders and snuggling it close.

Grumbling, Keith kicked off his boxers, but followed the bunny, pulling himself out of the tub and then stalking over to her, lightly grasping one of her shoulders and turning her around, facing her away from him. He basically had to get down on his knees to reach, but once she was facing away, standing attentively and giving him a coy smirk over her shoulder, he started to dry her off, lightly but vigorously ruffling her fur up with the towel to get it dry. He wrapped it around her from behind, and then slipped his palms down her front, hooking finger between her thighs to deliberately draw the touch of his fingertips right up against that soft flesh there.

Jewel lifted up onto tiptoes and gave a faint gasp of faux-surprise, but she arched her hips, giving him a better angle to rub fingertips right against her delicious little peachfuzz cunt, letting his fingertips brush against the silken flesh hidden behind the soft, plump outer lips.

When Jewel's hips started to roll, Keith smirked and withdrew his fingers with a glancing grind of his thumb against her clit, ignoring the lopunny's cry of protest at having the teasing returned. He rose up to his full height again, and lifted the towel to get at Jewel's ears, but she quickly ducked and turned around to face him. As he grasped at her ears to dry them, she leaned down and quickly grasped the base of his cock with a paw, and then descended, more than half of his cock disappearing into her eager muzzle in an instant.

Keith stiffened, his toes clenching at the wooden floor as Jewel gave several aggressive bobs on his cock, her paw moving from the base of his cock to instead hook around his hips, giving her the space to sink down and grind all the way down, sinking him into her tight, willing throat and allowing her to heatedly kiss around the base of his cock.

Up on his tiptoes now, Keith resisted the urge to hump his hips, staring down at the lopunny, who was staring back up at him with mischievous pink eyes, throwing him a saucy wink and deliberately swallowing around his cock.

With a wicked giggle, Jewel drew back, pulling back off of his cock with a soft gasp for air and then holding his cock steady with a paw, giving his tip a sweet little kiss before straightening up.

Keith had all but forgotten the towel by that point, and belated realised he was drying the bunny off, lamely lifting the towel and trying to reach for her ears while resisting the urge to grind his cock against her face.

Smirking, Jewel leant back down, holding his cock steady and feathering him with a flurry of eager licks, making his cock visibly pulse and twitch, before she ducked out from under him and pranced away with a sly giggle.

Keith made a half-hearted swipe at the bunny as she left, pursing his lips. She paused, and then shot him a lustful stare over her shoulder before stepping into the bedroom. Keith prowled after her, stumbling a little as he tried to wipe away some of the water clinging to his nude form so he wouldn't get the bed all wet when he fucked the lopunny stupid.

Aleda had found the 'pokemon bed' beside the regular bed, a pull-out nest-shaped mattress lines with the softest of fur, and she was curled up, fast asleep, a disc of golden fur tipped with purple.

Keith didn't spot Fayah anywhere in the room, and assumed she was in the cupboard, but he was far, far more interested in the lopunny.

Jewel had paused at the side of the bed, watching him over her shoulder, before lifting her knee to crawl onto the bed. She had to lift her leg quite high to get it over the edge of the mattress, and it left her in a rather exposed position, which Keith was quick to take advantage of. He prowled up behind the bunny, and hooked his hands around her hips, lifting her bodily up onto the bed, before deliberately rolling her over to flop her out on her back.

Jewel started up at him, lifting her puff-covered wrists up to her muzzle in a completely failing attempt to look innocent and submissive under Keith's eager gaze. Her little teardrop tail twitched madly back and forth as Keith hooked a hand behind one of her knees, spreading her legs and then pressing his hips between her thighs, pushing his eager cock right up against tight cunny cunt!

With a wicked giggle, Jewel wrapped her legs around Keith's hips, altering his angle and making sure his cock skipped against her instead of penetrating, ignoring his faint noise of annoyance and tightening her thighs around him so that she could grind her heated pussy right against the base of his eagerly-throbbing cock.

“I am going to fuck you so hard," Keith hissed down at her.

Jewel smiled up at him brightly, one paw around his shoulders while the other pressed against his chest lightly, her hips deliberately rolling against him again to grind her drooling cunny up the length of his cock, giving a soft, breathy moan when she hit the right angle to get her clit involved.

Keith grumbled, but leaned into the motions of the lopunny, slowly grinding the underside of his stiff length against her, feeling it becoming slick with her liquids.

“Lo pun ," Jewel purred, both of her paws grasping him, before she suddenly grasped him and, demonstrating the surprising strength most pokemon possessed, rolled him over, bodily tossing him to the side where he bounced slightly on the bed, before she quickly swung her form over top of him.

Keith grumbled, hands returning to Jewel's hips as he stared up at her, watching as the lopunny adjusted her stance to sit astride him, knees spread, attractive, sleek hips nestled atop him with the soft mound of her pussy grinding slowly against his cock.

With a wicked giggle, Jewel lifted her knees, closing her thighs around his cock, trapping it in the squeezing tightness between inner thighs and deliciously soft lopunny cunt, so she could slowly slide up and then sink back down over him, causing his eagerly-throbbing length to slide along inside the tight grasp of her body. Her fur was amazingly soft, and the rounded, pliable mound of her cunt even more so, the entire underside of his stiff length quickly becoming slick with her liquids.

Keith's hands lifted the lopunny's hips, and he deliberately pulled her forwards, staring up at her with narrowed eyes as he adjusted her to the right angle and then pressed her down over the tip of his cock. Smirking, Jewel helped line him up, and leaned back so that he could see, spreading her thighs enough that Keith had a good view of her soft entrance poised atop his cock. She was pressing down with such pressure that he could see his cock shift with the motions of her hips, held tight against her by the tight grasp of silken flesh around his very tip. But she was so incredibly tight that she was barely spreading around him, the slippy touch of her inner flesh just kissing against his tip with an overt promise of utter all-consuming tightness.

Staring hungrily, Keith pressed down on Jewel's hips, watching with unguarded interest as that soft brown mound of bunny cunt spread for him, slippery, bright-pink flesh resisting the advance of his eager cocktip before relenting under the weight of gravity, spreading around him and swallowing the head of his cock until only the rounded edge of his cock was visible, straining against soft lopunny flesh.

Jewel panted softly, and then ground her hips downwards, sliding down even further until the head of his cock disappeared inside her entirely, hugged on all sides by incredibly tight, supple lopunny flesh. With a smirk, Jewel deliberately angled her hips, and Keith's cock popped out of the tight seal of her moist cunt and slapped against his own belly, so she could deliberately grind herself down his underside again.

“Mnf you fucking tease ," Keith hissed, reaching up and grasping around the lopunny's shoulders, pulling her down against his front so that his cock was sandwhiched pleasantly between their bodies.

With Jewel at a lower angle now, Keith had a clear look over her...

And could perfectly see a pair of red eyes watching him from the wardrobe.

Keith started a moment, before he realised it was Fayah, watching from her makeshift corner. She was all huddled up in the cupboard, her mohawk covering one side of her face as she watched the human and lopunny on the bed a few feet away.

Jewel tilted her head down at him, and gave another deliberate grind of soft bunny cunt against his underside, sensing that she had lost his attention. Keith tried to act nonchalant about it, but Jewel turned in place to try and spot what had distracted him.

Upon spying the lycanroc, Jewel twisted over, staring for a long moment, before a naughty little purr welled up in her throat.

“Jewel…" Keith said, concerned, visions of Fayah picking up the lopunny and throwing her across the room flashing through his mind.

“ Pun ," Jewel cooed, and then gave Keith the most wicked of smiles. She hooked her paws under his armpits and hefted him, lifting him up and pushing him back against the pillows and headboard, forcing him into somewhat of a seated position, ignoring his protests. Once he was seated to her liking, she turned around and sat down heavily in his lap, her curvy rump landing against his lower belly, and leaving him with a lopunny sitting astride his lap, facing outwards, while his cock was pressed right to that soft patch of fur above her moist pussy, especially when Jewel wrapped her thighs back around him and gave a slow bounce.

Facing away now, Jewel could watch Fayah, smirking at her as she reached a soft paw down to rub in slow motions against the tip of Keith's cock, poking up between her thighs.

Fayah responded with a stare that showed only that the lycanroc was paying attention, but nothing more.

Keith's hands wrapped around Jewel's hips as she gave another little bounce on him, and he tried to pull her back to sink his cock inside her, but the lopunny deftly dodged the motion, rolling her hips against him and then sinking her closed thighs all the way down until his tip was poking out from between them, and then rubbing his tip rapidly with her palm. Keith hissed, his hands gripping her tighter and hips grinding helplessly into her touch, feeling his achingly-stiff length throb within the tight grasp of her powerful thighs.

Giggling wickedly, Jewel leaned back, settling herself against Keith's front, forcing him into a half-sitting, half-laying position, while she reached one hand up to lazily hook around his neck for balance. With her basically in his lap like that, her head only came up to the bottom of the chin, with her two big ears trailing down over his arms while she ground her hips slowly against his groin. Smirking, she lifted her paw, and beckoned to Fayah.

Keith stared, looking back and forth between Fayah and the top of Jewel's head, uncertain where events were headed, but after a few moments, Fayah lifted up to her considerable height, and then prowled up onto the bed. The mattress noticeably dipped where the huge lycanroc's weight fell on it.

With a giggle, Jewel arched her hips, releasing Keith's achingly-stiff cock from the grasp of her thighs as she spread them in front of the lycanroc.

Keith could clearly see over Jewel's ears as one of the lopunny's paws reached out to lightly stroke Fayah's cheek, and the big lycanroc paused, her folded ears swiveling curiously towards the bunny. Jewel smirked, and then grasped Fayah's cheek, drawing her down with a firm tug to push her nose right between the lopunny's thighs.

Keith could feel Fayah's exhalation against him, especially as she nudged his cock to the side slightly. The very edge of her tongue brushed against the side of his cock as the lycanroc dragged a careful lick right against Jewel's drooling cunt, making the bunny arch against Keith's front, huffing.

“Lo pun ," Jewel purred, grasping Fayah's muzzle and eagerly drawing the lycanroc's nose in against her drooling cunny, hips giving a lazy grind. Fayah was all too happy to go along with the bunny's whims, one of her large paws lifting to hold Jewel's thigh and spread her, so that the next lick swirled powerfully against exposed inner flesh, causing the bunny to stiffen and arch against Keith's front.

One of Fayah's paws crept around the lopunny, sliding between Keith's chest and Jewel's back, forcing Jewel to arch her spine, putting her hips at a new angle that allowed Fayah to attack her clit with a firm grind of tongue and made the lopunny grind her rump into Keith's lower belly and the soft lips of her drooling cunt right against the top of his cock. She was putting so much weight on it with her motions that Keith shifted uncomfortably, fearing some kind of injury, and sensing his discomfort, Jewel lifted up, lessening the strain on Keith's stiffly-throbbing cock, getting one of her paws underneath her.

Fayah seized the chance to grasp Jewel's hips with one of her paws, guiding the lopunny over with unerring accuracy to grind her moist entrance right against the tip of Keith's cock. Whether Fayah pulled Jewel down, or Jewel took the opportunity herself, Keith didn't know, but Jewel's curvy hips sank down over him and that incredibly tight entrance spread around him, burying him in the squeezing, wet warmth of the lopunny's grasping cunt.

A low growl of approval from Fayah drowned out Keith's and Jewel's gasps as his cock caught against tightness deep inside the lopunny, leaving the last three inches of his cock throbbing urgently outside of her while the rest of his stiff length wedged her open, being vigorously squeezed and clenched around by Jewel's powerful inner muscles.

“L-lopuu- uuuun !" Jewel's voice quavered and rose in pitch as Fayah grasped her hips and pressed her down, her powerful paws pushing Jewel all the way down until the outer lips of her tight little cunt were squeezing urgently around Keith's base, with every last inch of his stiff cock buried inside her. Fayah growled eagerly, and then leaned in again, and Keith felt her chin against his balls as she dragged a series of heated licks right against Jewel's thoroughly-plugged cunt, causing the tight lopunny to clench around his buried cock.

Jewel's hips rolled slowly, and she jerked, one paw reaching forwards to grasp at Fayah's mohawk, tugging the lycanroc more firmly against her, urgently encouraging more licks while she rocked her hips in a way that made Keith's cock stir within her, being tugged and grasped by soft, supple inner flesh.

One of Fayah's paws came down to rest on Keith's hips, and he suddenly found himself pinned, immobile, under the weight of her grasp and Jewel's full weight in his lap. Fayah's other paw pressed against Jewel's stomach, pushing the lopunny back against Keith's chest, which gave her a very, very good view of the lopunny's exposed cunt and the eagerly-throbbing human cock buried in it.

Keith gasped as Fayah's tongue dragged against his balls, lifting them up with the pressure of her lick, only for the long lave of her tongue to swirl against the base of his cock, and then evidently over Jewel's spread outer lips, clasped tightly around the base of his cock. Jewel was still rocking her hips on him, not moving up and down, but rolling her body just enough that tight inner flesh ground around his cock, shifting and grasping against his straining, throbbing cocktip.

Fayah's paw grasped at the lopunny's hip, and Keith gave a stifled groan of delight as soft, squeezing flesh shifted around him, trying to grasp and tug at him as Jewel was lifted up. His own palms found her hips, and he started to eagerly thrust up into her, driving his hips upwards and slapping his lap against her rump with each balls-deep thrust, forcing the lopunny to give voice to urgent breathy exultations. But he only got three eager shoves in before Fayah pressed down powerfully on his hips again, stilling his eager motions.

Keith stared down at Fayah over the lopunny's ears, and Fayah glanced up at him for just a moment, her red eyes catching his own and her ears flattening back uncertainly. She hesitated, but then Jewel reached a paw down, grasping at her muzzle urgently.

“L-lopun!" Jewel hissed, trying to drag the lycanroc's muzzle in against her again.

Fayah gave Keith another hesitant stare, before lowering her gaze, seeming much less assertive for a moment, but gradually gaining confidence as she pressed a paw against Jewel's lower stomach. The lopunny's hips arched upwards, and then Keith's cock sprang out of her, freed from her tightness and bouncing stiffly in the air before thudding back against the firm mound of soft bunny cunt, leaving a slick trail of moisture against her already-drooling entrance with an audible, wet smack!

Fayah's gaze returned to Keith, and she seemed to seek his acceptance, her ears flattening back fully and her tail, just barely in Keith's view, giving an urgent, uncertain quiver. But before Keith could indicate his viewpoint on the subject to her, Fayah steeled her nerves and then sank down over his cock in one swift motion, sinking him into her muzzle until her nose bumped his base and her face was essentially buried in Jewel's cunt.

Keith arched in surprise as a powerful lycanroc tongue ground against him, swirling in a motion so sinuously strong, that it made his cock stiffen and throb to aching hardness. Fayah's heated exhale washed through his pubic hair while her rather warm muzzle engulfed him on all sides. Unlike nearly every other pokemon Keith had ever had go down on him, her muzzle was roomy and she could take him all the way to the base without needing to deepthroat him, and there was something peculiarly thrilling about it. Fayah could hold him balls-deep in her muzzle and grind the back of her tongue against his tip, which is exactly what she demonstrating to him.

“F-f-fu…" Keith stammered, his heels digging into the bedsheets and palms grasping Jewel's hips all the tighter on reflex as Fayah swallowed around his cock, no doubt swallowing down a mix of her own saliva and eager lopunny lubricant, and causing the surfaces of her muzzle to catch against him in interesting ways. Keith didn't even feel a single brush of teeth against him, and there was a momentary pang of guilt as he remembered in some dim corner of his mind exactly why Fayah would be so good at sucking dick without involving her rather scary amount of teeth. But the thought was quickly brushed away when Jewel got impatient and sat up on his stomach, her eyes narrowing down at Fayah.

Fayah looked up, approximating a look of innocent with her mouth full of Keith's cock, the last inch of her tongue trailed free to curl lightly against his underside and the top of his balls, making sure her bottom teeth couldn't touch him no matter how much he moved. Jewel huffed down at her, both of her paws reaching down to grasp the lycanroc's muzzle.

“Lo pun !" Jewel grumbled, grabbing a pawful of mohawk and beginning to vigorously shove Fayah's head back and forth on Keith's cock!

Keith groaned , biting his tongue, his toes curling and his hips rocking of their own accord, shuddering as Fayah's muzzle, with the help of Jewel's paws, bobbed up and down on his cock. Jewel very deliberately twisted Fayah's muzzle as she went, causing a different, unique sensation in her bobs that broke his concentration and made it almost impossible to keep his rising orgasm at bay.

“Nnnfuck g-girls not so fast!" Keith hissed breathlessly.

Fayah paused in her bobbing, and then carefully lifted her muzzle off his cock, opening her mouth very deliberately so that her teeth couldn't graze against him, and Jewel huffed , grasping her mohawk harder and stuffing the lycanroc's muzzle back between her thighs.

With an almost guilty rumble, Fayah drew a firm lick against the lopunny, making her writhe atop Keith, even as one of the lycanroc's paws slipped down to grasp Keith's cock and unerring guide it back up against Jewel's drooling cunt. The instant Jewel felt him against her again, she arched up and then plunged over him, putting a great deal of weight into the motion and embedding his cock in her squeezing cunt in one swift motion.

“F-fuck!" Keith snarled, wrapping his arms around the lopunny fully, crossing them over her belly in an attempt to make her stop moving, but Jewel just gave a wicked giggle and then deliberately bounced her hips, rising up a few inches and then slamming back down, taking him all the way to the base with each of her eager motions.

Fayah had to halt her licking while Jewel bounced, but Keith was given a reprieve as Fayah quite deliberately held the lopunny's hips steady so she could draw slow, firm laps of her powerful tongue right against Jewel's clit.

“L-Lopun!" Jewel stammered, paw finding Fayah's mohawk again, tugging her powerfully in against that plump brown pussy. Her hips were grinding down against Keith's lap with the same eager intensity with which she tugged Fayah's muzzle against her squeezing, clenching cunt, and were she not holding him so thoroughly immobile, Keith wouldn't have been able to resist the urge to grab her hips and pound her right to his inevitable orgasm.

As it was, Jewel's flesh was squeezing and coaxing and milking around him so intently that it was slowly drawing his orgasm out of him, almost torturously slowly. Not enough stimulation to send him racing to his peak but not so little stimulation that he could ever edge away from it. And every time Fayah found a good spot with her powerful licks, Jewel would clench around him with a flutter of inner muscles that made him throb in response, stiffening urgently inside her and just increasing his sensitivity to her repeated, mind-numbing fleshy squeezes around him.

“G-girls, I'm gonna…" Keith tried to warn, almost incoherent, his arms squeezing around Jewel's middle weakly. “F-fuck, just let me…"

Fayah stared up at him, her muzzle buried between Jewel's thighs, and her stare switched from Jewel to Keith and then back again, seeming to gauge her options. Jewel gave an emphatic, 'lo pun ', urging the lycanroc on. Fayah's little teardrop tail gave an urgent, excited quiver, and she held Keith's gaze for several long seconds as her powerful paw grasped around the base of his achingly stiff cock and dragged it out of Jewel's grasping, drooling cunt.

Keith almost lost it just from being withdrawn from the lopunny, her tight flesh tugging in vain at him as he was extracted almost enough to push him over the edge.

Fayah's powerful paw grasped around his base, tightening a little to get a firm hold. She stared up at him, holding his gaze, her red eyes narrowing, before she turned her attention back to his cock and started to stroke him.

It was no lazy up and down, no carefree jerking. Fayah grasped his cock and stroked him off with firm, deliberate motions, holding around his base, drawing her paw up, and then pressing it back down in a single firm, fluid motion, very obviously meant to make him cum. Each stroke made Keith's hips lift a little higher, fighting against gravity and the weight of the eagerly-observing bunny in his lap.

A soft, thoughtful hum left Fayah, and she leaned in closer, locking her eyes with Keith and staring up at him unblinkingly as she dragged a slow lick right around the head of his cock even as she continued to pump his cock with her paw. “L-lycan…" she groaned, not breaking eye contact as she deliberately tilted her head and gave an eager flurry of licks against his jerking, twitching cocktip.

Keith's arms squeezed so tight around Jewel that the lopunny gave a cry of protest, and his hips tried their best to jerk under the combined weight of Jewel and Fayah's paw. His cock throbbed urgently as his orgasm hit, and Fayah dove down to close her muzzle over him, staring up at him and holding his gaze as he came right in her fucking mouth .

Keith felt like a flashed stantler, frozen under Fayah's intent gaze as he unloaded right into her muzzle. Fayah's paw grasped around him, stroking him off, coaxing out his eager spurts, while the head of his cock was held between her lips, and his eager spurts of spunk barrelled up the length of his cock to spray explosively across the inside of her muzzle. His first spurt was so strong it coated the roof of Fayah's mouth, splashing in wet rivulets to splatter down over her tongue in dripping ropes.

Fayah didn't swallow, but instead focused on his orgasm the entire time, grasping his cock powerfully with her paw and swiftly stroking him, her tongue carefully curling and feathering against the underside of his tip, coaxing out his urgent bursts of spunk that were vigorously flooding her mouth. Even as it started to leak from the corners of her lips and down the side of her jaws, she was the perfect cock-sucker, not pausing to swallow or allow herself to breathe, giving herself entirely over to milking out every last drop of his spunk just as she'd been taught to do.

Keith was obviously no stranger to blowing in muzzles, but Fayah was so mechanically precise in her motions that it was incredible. Each surging pulse of his cock was met with a firm jerking pump from her paw and a feathering of his tip to summon up and coax out the next, and it milked his spunk from him in a way that he could only compare to having 'attract' used on him beforehand.

“A-ah f-fuck oh Arceus!" Keith stammered, his heels thudding against the bed as his hips jerked on reflex.

Fayah dropped her paw, and then slid her muzzle down, still maintaining eye-contact with him all the way until her nose bumped against his stomach, and she held there, giving a content purr as she started to slowly gulp around him, swallowing down his spunk.

“Lo pun !" Jewel protested, breaking the spell, making Fayah lose eye-contact with Keith, as the lopunny curled and twisted awkwardly, grasping at her mohawk to forcefully pull her up and then immediately plant a heated, eager kiss against her.

Keith stared down at them bemusedly, his head swimming as Jewel tried to lick around Fayah's cum-slicked muzzle, only for the lycanroc to draw her into a heated kiss and spill such a volume of Keith's spunk into the bunny's muzzle that it drooled messily from one corner of her mouth.

Keith only had time to notice that one of Fayah's paws were stuffed down between her own thighs, and had the fleeting thought that he should definitely help her out with that, even just for altruistic, platonic reasons, but then he started to notice his arms and legs were far too heavy to move.

“Nnnng… I just… I need a minute…" Keith mumbled, and even though he only closed his eyes 'for a second', he was almost immediately fast asleep.

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Keith stirred awake to the sound of a wingull outside the window tapping at the glass, before it gave an annoyed noise and flew off. He was vaguely aware of a blanket over his naked body, and large fluffy lumps on either side of his form. Fayah and Jewel, by the shape and sizes, though, between the blankets and the delicious warmth, it was almost impossible to tell which was which unless he moved around, and he was too far from full wakefulness for that.

Lifting a hand, Keith threw an arm over whatever pokemon was in front of him, feeling down the length of soft, fluffy body, trying to determine by feel alone what pokemon was in front of him. There was a great deal of fluff, which made him think of Fayah. A lazy press of his hand down further found a tufted tail of some kind, and he spent a good few seconds trying to figure out what pokemon it could belong to. What did Fayah's tail even look like? Did she have a tail? He was quite certain she did but he hadn't paid enough attention to know for sure. His palm lightly stroked over large hips, and he knew for certain then. It was definitely Fayah. Fayah's hips were just too large to be compared to Jewel's.

His hand lightly stroked over the front of Fayah's hips, tracing a line that might be taken by some kind of strange pokemon-bikini, lightly following the curve of where her thigh met her hip, until his palm was resting against her lower stomach, feeling the bundled muscles underneath, as hard as stone beneath the soft, fluffy exterior.

A soft, inquisitive noise made Keith open his eyes, and he found Fayah's nose almost pressed against his own, her mohawk splayed out against the pillow as she stared at him.

“Good morning," Keith murmured with the tiniest of nervous laughs.

“...Ly-can…" Fayah responded, her gaze flickering downwards for the briefest of moments.

“I was just admiring your body," Keith said quietly, so as not to awaken Jewel. He lifted his hand, lightly stroking his palm against her hips in a slow motion.

Fayah gave a confused noise.

“I am utterly enamoured with your hips," Keith murmured to clarify, giving a short, quiet chuckle and giving her hips a squeeze. “They're so soft and so strong . And they have this lovely shape," he said, trailing fingertips lightly against her. “You don't… mind me touching?" he asked carefully.

Fayah stared at him for a long moment, and then carefully shook her head. Her own paw lifted, and rested on his naked hips, large enough to entirely cover his hip from ribs to thigh.

“Can I…" Keith paused, staring up at the lycanroc, trying to hold her unblinking gaze but failing to, and he nestled in a little closer to her, pressing his fingertips lightly down along the lowest part of her stomach, dangerously close to being between her thighs. “I'm sorry I just fell asleep last night. Can I at least return the favor for you, now?"

Fayah stared at him, seeming perplexed, her head turning slightly and her mussed-up mohawk brushing against the pillow. She stare at him, before giving a nod that was almost a shrug.

Keith frowned inwardly, and hesitated, before curling fingers to cup the mound of Fayah's warm cunt, feeling the thin line of her outer lips against his fingertips, and Fayah sucked in a breath, her paw tightening on his hip slightly in response to his touch. Even as big as she was, she still seemed tight . And despite the horror stories he'd concocted in his head about rock-types, she seemed soft enough, at least on the outside. The powerful muscles of her thighs and hips gave way to a much softer flesh around her entrance, which was pliable in just the right way.

He could barely find the line of her clitoral hood, with it mostly hidden away in the neat lines of her flesh, but it was still there, near the top of that mound.

Fayah's paw tightened further as Keith continued his exploration, and as his middle and ring fingers slid down between her thighs, she arched, squeezing his hip and pulling him against her with a tiny little huffed exhale, her short tail starting to beat urgently against the bed.

“Relax…" Keith murmured, becoming very aware of Fayah's claws digging into his lower back. She stared at him, and after a moment, seemed to make a conscious effort to relax her body, her clawtips no longer pricking his skin. Keith took the opportunity to wriggle his free arm underneath her middle, helping hold her steady as he used his other hand to lift her heavy leg and deliberately pulled it over to rest over his hip.

Fayah stared at him, but allowed herself to be maneuvered without complaint, her head canting to the side curiously, not looking away from him. Once Keith had her leg up over his hip, she was much more spread for him, and as his hand returned between her thighs, he could feel that he had full access to her. Fayah's breath hitched when his palm cupped her properly this time, and she exhaled heavily, trailing off into a soft gasp and shudder as he pressed his ring and index fingers against her, testing her tightness. The soft, delightfully warm outer lips of her sleek cunt spread for him willingly, and he took the opportunity without hesitation to sink those two digits inside her.

Keith's palm found Fayah's lower back, helping hold her hips steady as the big lycanroc hooked her paw around him, shuddering and baring her teeth as the deliciously soft flesh of her cunt willingly parted for the entrance of his digits.

Keith was almost covered by Fayah's body now, the larger pokemon holding him eagerly against her, her hips arching slowly and her heavy thigh squeezing against his legs. The grasp of her thigh against him only grew stronger as he started to slowly pump his fingers within her, and he felt her hips trying to slowly gyrate and grind against him as hot, heavy exhalations left her. She shuddered and gasped against him, her eyes growing unfocused and hazy even as she continued to stare at him.

Fayah, like most of the larger pokemon Keith had been with, seemed to be the perfect middle ground of tightness; loose enough for him to sink inside easily, but tight enough for inner flesh to grasp and squeeze so deliciously firm. He had to adjust the angle of his own hips to stop his stiffening cock from brushing against the lycanroc. Thankfully, Fayah's larger hips meant they just couldn't align properly on their sides, which Keith was grateful for. If it had been Jewel in front of him, then he wouldn't have been able to help but see what she felt like around his cock.

Keith tried to put such thoughts out of his mind as he started to work his fingers within the lycanroc a little harder, grinding them back and forth in careful rhythm, all while making sure to bump his palm against the front of that delightful mound of lycanroc cunt. But then he felt a whisper of an exhale between his shoulderblades, and a pair of fluffy paws hooking around his hips, seeking his crotch.

Jewel had clearly awoken.

“Good morning, Jewe-" Keith started, cutting off into a hissed inhale as Jewel unerringly found his achingly-stiff cock and gave it a slow stroke with her paws.

Fayah's eyes focused for a moment past Keith, no doubt noticing Jewel, but he quickly distracted the lycanroc with another firm grind and press of his fingers. He deliberately curled his fingers inside her, rubbing them against the firm front wall of her squeezing entrance, his thumb lightly rubbing against her lower stomach at the point where his fingertips were, buried inside her, so close and yet so far away. He remembered reading that some pokemon really liked that, and fro Fayah's reaction, she was one of the species that did. Her leg lifted and she spread herself for him further, the muscles of her stomach rippling as she shuddered and stared at him with hazy, unfocused eyes.

Jewel's paw was swiftly stroking his aching cock, and Keith knew he had to speed things up or he was going to make a mess of the bedsheets. He was already so achingly hard from the sensation of Fayah's perfectly-tight cunt squeezing around his digits. It was perhaps a good thing that Jewel had interrupted his musings, because every stiff millimetre of his cock was begging him to bury it inside the lycanroc to the hilt, to see what her deepest reaches felt like squeezing around his tip.

Fayah's paw tightened around Keith's side, and she shuddered, her hips starting to rock in rhythm with the presses of the two digits buried inside her, her insides likewise trembling around him, clenching and grasping against his fingers. She was getting so tight and squeezing so intently around his digits that his digits were being molded to the shape of her insides, and no matter how hard he tried to curl his fingers, there was a fierce, urgent resistance to it.

The lycanroc's large head pressed against Keith's as she curled, her claws pricking against his back and her hot, urgent exhalations washing against his chin and throat. The bedsheets tore with a rather sudden noise that startled Keith and made Jewel's paw pause, as Fayah's toes clenched so hard that she tore holes in the delicate fabric.

With a soft little chuckle, Keith leaned into the motions of Fayah's hips, placing his palm flat against her lower back, just above her urgently-quivering tail, and futilely tried to hold her hips steady as he started to work his two digits deep inside her harder and faster, deliberately intensifying the sensations for her.

An almost feral snarl left the lycanroc, and both of her paws grasped around Keith, strong enough that it was momentarily hard for him to breathe, and her insides clenched so hard around his fingers that it almost hurt. Keith tried his best not to focus on the way her depths urgently milked his fingers, tugging at them with light little undulations that made his cock throb and stiffen in excitement. He pressed his palm in against the front of that clenching lycanroc cunt, deliberately pressing against her clit in time with the urgent squeezes around his digits, and Fayah stiffened up entirely in a tumultuous orgasm, giving a ferocious snarl that made Jewel stiffen behind him in surprise, before the noise faded off into a howl of evident delight.

After several long seconds of rough squeezing by Fayah's milking cunt and her paws grasped around his middle, the lycanroc finally started to relax, and Keith could finally breathe again. He gave a weak chuckle, peering up at her as she came down, and her red eyes were from hazily staring at the wall to fixing him with a stare. She blinked slowly, chest heaving, a low, pleased sound rolling from her throat before she fell away from him onto her back, staring at the ceiling, her breathing fast and shallow.

Keith extricated his fingers from the lycanroc, and then looked over his shoulder to find Jewel staring at him intently, while both Aleda and Tammy had come to investigate the sounds of snarling lycanroc and were both looking up over the edge of the bed.

“Oh, it's fine," Keith said with a self-conscious laugh. “Sorry girls, I didn't know Fayah was so loud."

Aleda rolled her eyes and then huffed, dropping back down onto her paws to prowl away towards the kitchen. Tammy remained, staring at the trio on the bed, her head tilting very far to the left. She almost seemed ready to jump up and join them, but Aleda returned and dragged Tammy away by the tails.

Keith rolled onto his back properly to peer at Jewel, arching an eyebrow. “And how are you this morning?"

Jewel tilted her head at him, one of her large ears flopping, before she wordlessly lifted the blanket up with a paw and then curled in under it, her soft muzzle brushing along his chest and belly. That warm mouth found the tip of his stiff cock, and he gasped in surprise, one of his hands reaching down to rest on the lump under the blankets that was Jewel.

“Lo- pun ," Jewel said, her voice muffled by the blanket and the cock she was stuffing in her muzzle. She sank down over him more than halfway, taking his stiff cock into her warm, soft muzzle, while fluffy paws grasped around his base, holding him steady.

Keith's hips shifted and he gave a faint groan, his cock throbbing urgently in the lopunny's muzzle. After fooling around with Fayah, and her stroking him with her paws throughout, he was already close to just blowing his load.

There was a shifting of weight on the bed, and Keith was distracted by it just long enough to see that Fayah had recovered her senses enough to roll back towards them. She was staring down at them, one of her paws curled between her thighs subconsciously, not grinding or rubbing herself, but more just cupping her recently-fingered cunny. Her other paw timidly lifted the blankets a little, trying to see what the lopunny was doing.

Keith smiled, and then lifted the blankets up a little higher for the lycanroc, before tossing them aside enough that Fayah could see the bunny bobbing on his cock so eagerly. Fayah stared, watching Jewel bob for a few long moments, a pleased rumble building in her large chest.

Keith bit his tongue, looking from Fayah, to where Jewel was bobbing on him. He wasn't quite certain what it was about the whole thing that Fayah was so interested in, but either way, he was getting far too close to finishing to think about anything else.

“Do you…" Keith gave Fayah a sideways stare, licking his lips a moment, and then clearing his throat, while Jewel paused in her motions, quivering with attentiveness. Fayah stared at him, head tilting slightly to the side. “Do you… wanna see me make a mess of her muzzle?" he asked, peering at Fayah as tactfully as he could manage.

Fayah worked her muzzle for a moment, looking back and forth between Keith's face and where Jewel was sitting stock-still with his dick buried half-way in her muzzle, before she stared at him and then gave a short, careful nod.

Jewel gave a noise of protest as Keith moved to sit up, but she quickly quietened herself as she realised what was happening. Drawing back, she settled on her haunches, staring up at him impatiently, her little teardrop tail audibly thudding against the bed. With a little bit of a struggle and then a pause to attain balance on the soft mattress, he loomed over the lopunny, one hand grasping his cock while the other reached down for the back of her head, drawing her in until her nose touched the underside of his throbbing length.

A low purr left the lopunny, and she immediately dragged a lick against him, soft pink tongue extending in a slow caress, deliberately drawing the touch up towards his tip, carefully flicking her lick against his very tip.

“Open up," Keith growled, widening his stance for balance and lightly tugging at the back of Jewel's head, coaxing her to go along with his plan, though it was barely needed. As soon as Jewel saw the lust in his eyes, she opened up willingly, tilting her head back and extending her tongue a couple inches, giving an eager little groan.

Keith started to stroke himself furiously, and was vaguely aware of Fayah prowling up closer to the pair as he angled his cock directly towards the lopunny's eagerly-presented mouth. With an expectant, open-mouthed Jewel waiting for him, it only took keith a few more strokes to reach orgasm, his grasp slipping down to Jewel's shoulder as he pressed in close with a low groan, his cock throbbing eagerly and then pulsing powerfully, sending a sudden eager, rapid volley of human spunk splashed out over Jewel's muzzle and into her open mouth!

Heavy spurts of spunk splattered over her tongue, one thick rush of it drooling in a heavy mess right over her lower lip and trailing down her chin, even as Keith adjusted his grasp to slip both palms to the back of her head and then sank his cock eagerly into her muzzle. Jewel closed her lips willingly over her spurting cock, holding him in her muzzle with a low purr of delight as eager spurts of cum were pumped directly over her tongue now. She stared up at him, smirking around her mouthful of cock, her teardrop tail giving urgent twitches and thuds against the bed as she patiently waited for him to finish blowing his load in her mouth.

With a gasp, Keith pulled out, and stroked himself a few more times, very deliberately pumping the last of his mess right over Jewel's face, covering her brown fur with a couple strings of creamy human spunk, before he subsided with a low groan and relaxed back.

With a smirk, Jewel turned to Fayah, who was quite close now, and opened her muzzle up, eyes half-lidded, showing off her mouthful of sticky white to the lycanroc, before she closed her muzzle and swallowed thickly a few times.

Fayah watched all of this with an intent stare, her paw still cupping the mound of her cunt, her claws giving a slow little motion against herself as she growled her approval.

Jewel giggled, wearing her mask of human spunk proudly as Keith carefully sat back down on the bed, panting and trying to catch his breath, while Fayah prowled up behind him and wrapped both of her paws around his chest.

“Ack!" Keith exclaimed, and Fayah paused, staring sideways at him, before she hugged him fiercely, nuzzling her cheek against his own from behind. Keith could only awkwardly lift one hand to rest a palm against her free cheek, leaning his head heavily against her own. “You're welcome," he said with a little chuckle.

Fayah purred deep in her chest, and then turned to lick his cheek.

Keith was watching Jewel out of the corner of his eye as he sipped at a straw sticking out of a fruity, violently red cocktail in a stemmed glass with a slice of lum berry and an umbrella sticking out of it. It was technically still not 'socially acceptable' to be drinking, as it was till relatively early morning, but the worker at the beach bar hadn't even blinked when Keith had ordered.

Aleda, Tammy, and Fayah had all elected to stay in the room, but Jewel had come out with Keith. After the events of the night, he needed a drink to relax. He felt strangely amped-up, like after having drank one too many cups of coffee. Was screwing a new pokemon nearly every single day over the last week having an effect on his health?

The sin was nice and warm, and the sand had dried out rather fast in the morning sun, but there were still angry storm clouds on the horizon, threatening rain later in the day.

This early in the morning, there were few beachgoers around, though several were at the edge of the water, mostly watching out over the sea, above the waterline. A couple were sitting on deck chairs set up along the beach, and in the distance, the powerful figure of an arcanine was walking beside an officer in her smart blue suit.

Jewel was leaning against one of the stools, arms crossed on top of the stool and chin resting atop, staring at him glumly.

Keith chuckled at her expression, and reached over to a jar of complementary lollipops, holding one out for the bunny. “You were the one that wanted to come with. I warned you I wasn't doing anything exciting."

“Lo pun ," Jewel said with a sigh, looking at the lollipop and then snatching it from him, setting it down, before she crawled up onto the stool and made motions towards his glass.

“Carefuly with that, yeah?" the bartender cautioned, glancing over to see Jewel preparing to try and drink his beverage. “Smaller pokemon get drunk way fast on this stuff, don't let them drink a lot."

“A sip," Keith cautioned Jewel, giving the bartender a grateful nod at the warning, and then swiveled the straw towards the bunny.

Jewel happily held the straw up to her muzzle, taking a long pull from it and drinking down much more than just a 'sip', fixing the bartender's back with a defiant stare as she did. By the time she gave it back to Keith, a good third of it was gone, and a low, gentle, pleased hum left the lopunny as she seated herself back on the stool, picking up her yache-berry-flavoured lollipop and fiddling with the packaging.

Keith held his hand out, and Jewel placed the lollipop in it. Keith didn't even look up, and just tore the wrapper off with his teeth before handing the lollipop back to Jewel. Jewel sniffed it curiously for a moment, before popping it into her mouth.

Keith turned slightly in his seat as he sensed a large presence behind him, and the arcanine he had noticed previously walked behind him, moving up to the bar with the officer.

“Ah, Officer Jenny, and Nova," the bartender said with a smile, reaching down for a pair of glasses. “How are you this morning?"

“I'm good, thanks," Jenny said, while Nova, her arcanine, stepped up to the bar. The big arcanine gave Keith and Jewel a vague glance before looking back at the bartender. She seemed to be rather standard for an arcanine, just like Atlas. Big, fluffy, powerful, but wearing a police cap that fit between her ears. One of her ears perked, and she seemed to pause, before turning back to stare at Keith, the very end of her fluffy tail giving a slow twitch in the sand.

Keith arched an eyebrow at the arcanine. “Hi there," he said, trying to sip his drink and act nonchalant. Did he look suspicious somehow? Could the arcanine smell another pokemon on him, like the fact that he'd been in bed with a lopunny and a lycanroc only hours previously?

“So what brings you over here," the bartender said, pouring a soda into a glass for the officer, and then a berry mixture into a bowl for the arcanine.

“Making sure everyone gets off the beach before the storm arrives," Jenny responded, motioning with her chin towards the horizon, where the storm clouds hung low and heavy. “Tropical storm moving in."

“Yeah, they were talking about that on the news last night. Think it'll miss us?"

“Not a chance," Jenny said with a laugh. “At least, not with my luck! I'm working all weekend!"

“Oof," the bartender said. “Well, this one's on the house then!"

“Thanks," Jenny responded, turning in her seat to notice that her arcanine was still watching Keith. “What's wrong, Nova?"

“Arc!" Nova responded, giving Keith a long stare and then turning back to peer at the officer, and then jerking her head towards him excitedly. “Arc!"

Keith tried his best to look as nonchalant as possible. Did the arcanine recognize him?"

“Hey there, who're you?" Jenny asked casually, though Keith sensed a certain edge in her voice.

“Oh, I'm Keith," he responded, smiling and giving a little wave.

Jenny pursed her lips for a long moment, taking a sip of her drink and giving Keith a piercing stare. “You from around here?"

“Nah, just visiting," Keith responded, taking another careful sip of his drink. “I do uh, a little bit of work on screen though. Maybe your arcanine recognizes me from some films?"

Jenny frowned deeply, staring at Keith, her head tilting to the side thoughtfully, before a sudden look of recognition crossed her features and she started to laugh. “Oh my Arceus you're right!"

Keith swallowed thickly and looked away, feeling his face flushing with heat. “Yep!"

“Bad dog!" Jenny said playfully, thumping Nova in the shoulder. Nova just rolled her eyes at the officer, and then turned back to give Keith another long stare, her fluffy tail giving another eager flick back and forth. “Yeah, I know where she knows you from," Jenny said with evident mirth.

“Oh?" the bartender asked, looking back and forth between the two parties. “Am I missing something?"

Jenny nodded. “We have ourselves a movie star!"

“Ohhh," the bartended responded, sizing Keith up for a long moment, before shrugging. “I don't recognize you, sorry. What movies have you done?"

Keith stared , entirely caught out, feeling a drop of sweat start to roll down his forehead. “Oh, uh, you know, just some indie things. For pokemon, actually! Movies for pokemon. We do a fair few of them. They're popular with pokemon."

“Pokemon watch movies?" the bartender asked, mystified.

“These movies, they certainly do," Jenny said conversationally, reaching a hand up to lightly scritch Nova's ear, while the big arcanine leaned down to give the officer easier access. “Nova here whines at me until one of them on."

Keith shifted uncomfortably, and then gave a forced laugh. “Yep, we're pretty popular with pokemon."

“I'll have to check them out sometime," the bartender said, giving Keith a perplexed glance before going back to tidying up the bar.

Jenny waited until the barman was on the other side of the round bar before turning to Nova and giving her a stern stare. “No, you are on the clock, Nova. You can chase random porn actors in your spare time."

Nova flattened her ears and gave a huff at the officer, but gave a reluctant nod of acceptance.

“Good girl," Jenny said with a short chuckle, before leaning past the arcanine to peer at Keith. “Hey, think I can get your number? If you're around later on I'm sure Nova would like to meet you properly. Off the clock, as it were."

Nova nodded intently in agreement, giving Keith a stare that made him feel small and slightly aroused at the same time.

“Uh, sure," Keith said, pulling out his tablet and swiping the 'call sync' button, holding it out in Jenny's direction. Jenny pulled out her own smaller one and synced it with his, throwing him a little wink. “I hope ya got a lot of money if you take her out to dinner."

Keith glanced at the arcanine for a moment, and then chewed on his lip with faint anxiousness. “I'll find a buffet, I guess!"

Jewel sighed and leaned over the counter, suckling on her lollipop, obviously bored and annoyed at being ignored.

“C'mon Nova, we gotta get going," Jenny said, nudging the arcanine with her elbow. The arcanine sighed faintly, and then reached forwards to dip her muzzle into the bowl, quickly draining it and licking it clean, before nudging it towards the bartender.

“Thanks for the drink! Make sure you close up before this afternoon, that storm is gonna hit by three!" Jenny said brightly, hopping off her stool, while Nova fell into step beside her neatly. Jenny reached up to adjust Nova's cute little police cap, before they both started back down the beach. Nova made very sure to brush past Keith as she passed, trailing her fluffy tail deliberately against his shoulder.

Jewel gave the arcanine an annoyed stare.

“I have got to start wearing glasses," Keith said to himself, watching the arcanine and officer as they headed further down the beach path. “Are all female pokemon like that?" Keith asked, turning to peer at Jewel.

Jewel arched an eyebrow at him, and huffed, crawling up onto the bar before turning to face him, sitting on the bar itself with one of her paws on the stool she had been sitting on, pink eyes narrowing at him intently.

“What are you doing?" Keith asked blankly, as Jewel shifted to deliberately put herself at the best angle possible, lifting one knee up and spreading her thighs so that Keith had a very clear view of that tight little bunny cunny. Soft brown fur lead to the rounded mound of her deliciously soft cunt, and the way she was holding herself, she was spread just enough to reveal pink between the furred outer lips.

“Okay, maybe you were the wrong pokemon to ask," Keith said with a little bit of a chuckle. “You've proved your p… point…"

Keith trailed off as Jewel shifted again, one of her paws sliding down her own form, trailing across her smooth stomach and then down to her thighs. Keith's neck strained stiffly as he resisted the urge to turn and stare at the surroundings to see if anyone was looking. He lowered his voice to a hiss. “ What are you doing?! "

“Lo pun ," Jewel said with a wicked smile, trailing off into a tiny gasp and moan as she pressed her little digits between her own thighs, trailing over the mound of her cunt and then spreading herself with a slow rub, revealing more pink flesh to Keith.

“Jewel, stop ," Keith hissed, casting a fearful glance at the bartender, who had his back turned. For now. Keith looked back over his shoulder, making sure there was nobody else close. There were people further up the beach path, talking to Officer Jenny, but thankfully, none of them were close, or paying any attention to the lopunny openly masturbating on the bar !

“ Pun ," Jewel soothed with a playful smirk, taking a moment to suckle on her lollipop suggestively while rubbing his paw a little more firmly against herself, even as she lifted one soft footpaw to rest right on Keith's crotch, giving a slow rub that very, very quickly found a reaction!

“ You're gonna get caught! " Keith hissed quietly.

“Lopun- ny ," Jewel sighed, visibly rolling her eyes, giving another little rub of her footpaw against his crotch, tracing the bulge in his pants with a thoughtful expression. She swapped her paws, the one holding the lollipop lowering, while the other lifted, and without a hint of hesitation, she popped her honey-slick digits right into her own muzzle, holding his gaze unblinkingly as she suckled her own juices off her digits!

Keith stared , momentarily absorbed by Jewel's display, before he saw the bartender turning around, his eyes going wide. Jewel leaned forwards, her thighs closing enough that she hid away what she was doing, her footpaw moving to rest on his thigh instead, as though she were just resting.

“N-now now Jewel, hop down off the bar or you'll get in trouble," Keith said, his tone slightly strangled.

“Lo punny ," Jewel sighed, shaking her head.

Keith looked to the barman, as though pleading with him.

“Hey, as long as she doesn't knock anything over, she can stay up there," the barman said with a shrug of his shoulders, moving to start rearranging things.

Keith gave a slightly anxious laugh at that, while Jewel fixed him with a positively wicked smirk.

“O-okay, how about… we go back to the room and I'll give you a treat?" Keith offered.

Jewel stared at him, eyes narrowing.

“C'mon man, you can't let your lopunny walk all over you like that," the bartender said with a playful chuckle.

Keith nodded begrudgingly. “Yeah, she kind of runs this relationship. So, Jewel, what do you say?"

“Lopun!" Jewel agreed, smirking in a way that the bartender couldn't see, as she crawled down off the bar and directly into Keith's lap, her thighs straddling his lap. His hands automatically went to her hips, and he 'oofed' with the extra weight on him now.

“No, you're too big to carry!" Keith protested.

“Lo pun ," Jewel sighed, making a big show of rolling her eyes. She reluctantly crawled down his form, but made very sure to press her muzzle into his crotch as she did so, pretending that she was using his hips to help balance herself so she could hop down off the stool properly. And then, she was standing in front of him, smirking wickedly, her little teardrop tail quivering.

Keith shot her a venomous stare, before he quickly hopped off the stool, turning in place so the bartender wouldn't see his erection pressing painfully against the front of his pants. “Thanks for the drink," he said, waving back at the bartender.

“Enjoy your stay! Don't forget that storm is coming!" the bartender shot back.

Jewel giggled wickedly once they were far enough down the path that the bartender wouldn't hear them, and Keith gave a furtive glance around to make sure nobody was nearby, before responding. “I'm going to fuckn you senseless after that."

Jewel peered up at him, holding her paws behind her back in as innocent a pose as she could manage as she blew him a little air-kiss.

Keith pursed his lips, but then grasped her shoulder, and forcefully turned her, pointing her back towards the beach-houses. “Walk."

With a naughty little giggle, Jewel started to skip ahead of him, deliberately keeping her pace slow and steady, so that Keith had to constantly prod her to move faster. They were walking past a row of multicolor little buildings when Keith paused, one hand reaching out to grasp the lopunny's shoulder, bringing her up short.

“Lopun?" Jewel asked, looking back at him.

Keith narrowed his eyes down at her, and then turned her, and pushed her firmly into one of the little huts. It was a 'changing room', just a little structure on the beach so that people could change into a bathing suit in privacy. Thankfully, these ones were full-construction, with wood floors, full-length walls, a little sloped roof, and a door that went the full length of the doorway; no gaps. There was only a small rotating latch to keep the door closed, but it was enough, and Keith kicked the door shut behind them both, closing the latch and then turning to stare down at Jewel.

Jewel peered up at him innocently, smiling in the light coming in from the opaque skylight, twisting her little footpaw in an attempt to look more innocent.

Keith stared down at her sternly, and one of his hands slipped to his front, undoing the button and then the zip at the front of his pants, letting his straining erection bounce free.

A low, pleased hum left the lopunny, and she leaned down, her paws immediately coming up to grasp around his base as she went to put him in her mouth, but she was brought up short by Keith's hand on her head, right between her ears, pushing her back.

“Oh no, not this time," Keith said with a shake of his head, pushing the lopunny away and letting his pants fall, kicking them away to the side of the hut and advancing on Jewel, who took a step backwards with a feigned look of concern hiding a smirk and a giggle. “ This time there's not going to be any fucking teasing. It's not going in your mouth," Keith stated flatly, grasping his hands around Jewel's armpits. With a heave, he managed to get the lopunny up off the ground, and set her on the bench to the side of the changing room, putting her mostly at his own height. He pressed her back against the wall, deliberately pushing his stiff cock right up against her belly, before adjusting his angle and pressing it between her thighs.

Jewel gave a feigned gasp of surprise, one of her arms coming up to wrap over his shoulders, while she deliberately spread her thighs, and then closed them, trapping his cock between her thighs once more. Keith's chin was against her shoulder, and he pressed her back against the wall, one hand reaching down to grasp her rump, while his other held her hip. With her on his level, he could lean back and then rest his forehead against her own, staring at the lopunny, holding her gaze intently as he gave a roll of his hips against her, feeling soft inner thighs and soft fur brushing along his achingly-hard cock, along with the soft wetness right above of her moist cunt brushing against him.

“I'm cumming in you this time," Keith hissed, and Jewel tilted her head, giving a little giggle and a smirk. She spread her thighs a fraction, just enough, and Keith took the invitation without hesitation. He angled his hips, pushing his stiff tip right up between her thighs, catching against that soft, soft entrance, and spreading her. The angle was bad, the position was bad; Jewel's thighs were restricting his access in a bad way, and she was doing nothing to help at all. But the promising kiss of soft lopunny cunt against his tip was enough to spur him on, especially with the promise of tight, wet flesh deeper inside. He ground his hips upwards, palms pressing on her hips, and Jewel leaned back against the wall, her muzzle parting and a low groan leaving her. Keith could feel her teardrop tail quivering as his cock inched its way inside her, sinking in at the odd angle, inch after inch, feeling tightly-knit inner muscles gradually loosen up and admit him entry. She was tight , squeezing around him and resisting him with every inch he managed to squeeze into her slick entrance, delightfully soft flesh reluctantly releasing its grasp on him as he edged further and further inside.

Jewel squealed as Keith grasped her hips and shoved forwards, burying as much of himself inside her as he could, feeling her tight, soft outer lips grasp around the stiff girth of his cock, her slick liquids drooling down the bottom third of his cock that he didn't have buried inside her. Her insides fluttered around him, and she squealed softly, her arms grasping around his shoulders. He posed relaxed, her body slackening, and Keith took the opportunity to grasp her hips, angled them more towards him as he caught her knee and lifted it, clearing a space.

Jewel gave another squeak as Keith lunged forwards and buried himself in her almost to the hilt, having pulled the lopunny into the proper angle to bury himself inside her. She automatically hooked her leg around him for balance, now supporting herself only on one leg, and Keith grasped around her tightly, taking more of her weight with his hands as he pulled her hips towards him, giving him leverage and angle to give her a trio of rough, eager shoves , rocking her little body back against the wall and making her entire form tense up, he ears swaying and thudding against the wall as his hips thudded against her thighs with so much more lustful intensity.

Keith reached down to grasp Jewel's other leg, and he lifted them both up, hefting the lopunny up off the ledge entirely, leaving her supported only by Keith's grasp behind her knees and her back against the wall as he pounded her into said wall! His hips shoved against her own roughly, burying himself deeper and deeper inside her, spreading open her deepest reaches with eager, inexorable thrusts, while her outer lips clenched and squeezes around the base of his cock, smearing him with her slick liquids.

Jewel was starting to tense and shudder, and Keith quickly dropped her knees, forcing her to get her weight back on her own feet, and as she leaned heavily back against the wall, he quickly withdrew his cock from her. She immediately tried to swoop down and take him in her mouth, perhaps a reflex of some kind, but Keith pushed her upwards, holding her firmly against the wall as he jammed his hand between her thighs and sank his index and middle fingers deep inside her, starting to aggressively finger the bunny.

Jewel's eyes widened, and she tensed all over, from her feet to her ears, her tail quivering madly against the wall as she almost sagged back against it, her legs going shaky and weak. Keith hooked his arm around her to help keep her upright, and then dug his fingers against her all the more intently, staring into her eyes challengingly as he worked the lopunny to a quivering orgasm with powerful grinding motions of his palm and short thrusts of his fingers inside her.

When Jewel's mouth opened in a scream, Keith quickly shifted to stuff his wrist in her mouth, muffling her gasp as she fell back against the wall heavily and squealed around his wrist, her digits clawing at his shoulders urgently while her clenching, rippling cunt squeezed around his digits with a fierce, desperate grasp. A splash of her liquids spilled down Keith's wrist, dripping onto the shelf, while Jewel tried valiantly to support herself and keep from toppling over, even as her thighs quivered weakly and her ears gave vague twitches, her hips instinctually jerking and rocking against the touch of Keith's fingers and palm against her.

Smirking, Keith waited until the lopunny had sagged back against the wall before withdrawing his fingers, leading them up to Jewel's muzzle. She stared at him with faintly hazy eyes, huffing and then taking his two digits into her muzzle to suckle lewdly around them, holding his gaze all the while. Her eyes flickered downwards, towards his unspent cock, and she carefully pulled back off of his fingers, and made to drop down onto her knees.

But once again, Keith stopped her.

“Nuh uh," he said with a dark chuckle, pulling the lopunny back up to a standing position. “I told you, I'm putting it in you this time. I need to see what you look like dripping my spunk."

Jewel swallowed thickly at that, and closed her thighs slightly, her cheeks actually pinkening a little. Keith narrowed his eyes at that, and then smirked, lifting his messy hand and making a circular motion with it. “Turn around. Bend over."

Jewel complied willingly, turning to face the wall, getting her feet underneath herself properly and then leaning over against the wall, deliberately arching her back to present her rump to him, her little teardrop tail quivering in anticipation.

Keith grasped her hips with both hands, stepping in behind her. With a little bend of JEwel's knees, he was perfectly aligned only having to tug his achingly-stiff cock down until his tip made contact with the lopunny's wrenched cunt, before he suddenly lunged forwards! The powerful motion pushed Jewel against the wall, and she gave a muted gasp and squeak, quivering as Keith was quite suddenly balls-deep in her juicy cunt, still quivering with post-orgasmic euphoria.

“Try not to make too much noise," Keith cautioned, leaning over the bunny, deliberately putting more weight on her, pressing her into the wall as his cheek rubbed up against her incredibly soft ears. “Don't want people to hear me fucking pounding you."

Jewel weakly perked one of her large ears at his words, but then Keith drew back and lunged forwards, cramming her up against the wall again with his weight, burying his eager, stiff cock right back inside her to the hilt. He was so very deep inside the diminutive bunny that he could feel his tip kissing up against some deliciously lewd wall deep inside her, filling her to utter capacity, and the depraved part of his mind not focused on fucking the bunny was filing away that information for later.

He really did need to ask Fiona why every female pokemon seemed to be such a perfect fit.

Keith's hands grasped at Jewel's hips, adjusting her angle, and he gave short, sharp, driving thrusts into the bunny, pressing her against the wall with the powerful humps that bumped his hips against her own over and over again. Soft inner flesh was starting to clench around him again, and there was that peculiar flutter deep inside the bunny, a warning of the tight grasping to come, and it made Keith fuck her harder, his motions getting rougher and more eager, desperately needing to feel every inch of the bunny clench around his spurting cock.

“Don't scream!" Keith growled against Jewel's ear, his arms hooking around her middle for balance and one of his hands sinking down to start rubbing in earnest right against the top of her well-stuffed cunt, deliberately toying with the bunny as he continued to pound her.

Jewel lifted her own arm to bite down on her fluff, stifling a shuddered moan and gasp as her legs started to shake again. Keith had to adjust his stance as she sagged, holding her weight up as her insides started to clench and squeeze around his thrusting cock, her deliciously soft insides rippling and beginning to milk around him in urgent rhythmic motions.

“Just a little more!" Keith hissed, one hand holding her hips and his other holding her shoulder, trying to keep the bunny from sagging so much and dropping all her weight down onto her knees. “J-Jewel, hold on just a little longer!"

Jewel gave a weak moan, but managed to set her stance, taking her weight again, her thighs quivering and her insides fluttering around him urgently. Keith took the final opportunity, sensing that the poor bunny wouldn't be able to stay standing for much longer, and rutted her. His stiff, twitching cock drove into her again and again, pounding deep inside, his hips slamming against her own hard enough to rock her back and forth, but he had her pushed up against the wall, so every urgent thrust of his hips was translated directly into a rough, urgent thrust that buried him to his hilt in her over and over again.

“Yes! Inside!" Keith hissed against her, sandwiching the lopunny against the wall so that even if she couldn't hold herself up, she would just collapse back against his hips. His left hand found her belly, keeping her stable, while his right hand started to toy with her little clit again. The new position meant he couldn't get the driving , pounding, balls-deep thrusts inside her any more, but he was already so close that it hardly mattered. He ground himself up into he the short few inches that he could, pounding her with the last jerky motions of his orgasm, while she quivered and shuddered against him, resting her head heavily back against his shoulder and moaned weakly.

Soft insides started to clench around him again, and Keith snarled, shifting both hands to grasp her hips once more, using all of his leverage and the rocking of his hips to help move the lopunny against him, pounding her as best he could from his position as she started to quiver and shake, her little paws weakly holding against the hand on her belly, grasping at him in foggy distraction as she orgasmed again.

Keith lunged against her, pushing her against the wall and pinning her there, grinding himself as deep inside her as he could, feeling his cock start to throb and pulse urgently, while her milking, squeezing insides fluttered around his aching, pulsing tip. He almost bit down on her shoulder as he came , grunting and pumping eager, urgent gushes of human spunk deep, deep inside her, pumping the volleys of sticky mess directly against that barrier deep inside her, painting her depths with repeated ropes of human spunk.

Jewel quivered, trapped against the wall, and as she went to scream, Keith quickly lifted his hand, stuffing two fingers directly into her mouth. She bit down on his fingers, her little digits grasping weakly at the wall as Keith pumped urgent bursts of human spunk deep inside her, the heavy mess of viscous liquid starting to slowly drool and seep from around the throbbing cock embedded inside her, dripping down from the point of her thoroughly-plugged, rhythmically-clenching cunt.

Keith shuddered against her as his orgasm petered out, and he panted hot exhalations against the back of one of her ears, groaning happily. Jewel carefully disengaged her teeth from his fingers, and he became away of a faint throbbing pain in them.

Worth it.

Groaning, Keith drew back, sliding himself out of the bunny. He fell down onto his butt, while Jewel slowly slid down the wall into a half-kneeling position, on her knees with her shoulder against the wall, panting and trying to catch her breath.

Keith rummaged around distractedly for his pants, and before Jewel even knew what was happening, he managed to get out his tablet and take several pictures of the bent-over lopunny, especially focusing on the thoroughly-used bunny cunt drooling slick human spunk.

Jewel gave a faint noise of protest, huffing at him over her shoulder when she finally cottoned on, but very soon was reaching back with a tired paw to grasp her rump, spreading herself for him and the camera.

Keith smirked, and made sure to get some good shots for his 'personal collection', before slipping his tablet down onto the bench so he could get his clothes back on. Jewel stared at the tablet, and then back at Keith, and then at the tablet again. “L-lo… lopun," she murmured.

Keith, pulling his pants up, chuckled and nodded. “Yes, I'll make sure I send you copies."

---

Jenny waved goodbye to the last couple she was warning about the upcoming storm, and idly drew out her tablet as she walked. “So, puppy love, huh?" she asked, peering sideways at Nova.

Nova narrowed her eyes in annoyance, but didn't break stride beside the officer.

“Keith, Keith," Jenny hummed, putting his details into the lookup. The screen changed, to show his report, and her eyes glanced at his contact details and known affiliations, listing 'Violet Enterprises' as one of them, before she peered at the left-hand side of the screen and a bright yellow box.

“Oh Arceus ," Jenny groaned, lifting the tablet and smacking her forehead against it repeatedly in annoyance.

Nova gave her a concerned stare.

“This is why I should never do look-ups!" Jenny said, pursing her lips and glowering at the Arcanine. “C'mon, we gotta go."

---

Alice, Lucia, and Atlas stood at the entrance to a dark cave. The far horizon showed tropical storm clouds, but thankfully, it had missed them. Alice pulled out the letter she had been given, and checked it over once more to make sure she had gotten the right place.

“Granite cave, this is the place," she said dubiously, staring down at the note. It had every concise instructions printed on it, principle of which was in bold, at the bottom of the letter.

FIND A STONE

Alice folded the letter back up. “Welp, I guess we'll know it when we find it."

“Arc!"

“Cario!"

Alice returned the letter to her pocket, hiding the black pokemon footprint on the front of it from view.

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A knock on the door made Keith sit up, and he, Aleda, Tammy, Fayah, and Jewel all stared at the door in confusion. Scrambling to his feet, Keith made his way over to the door, opening it up to find Jenny and Nova standing there, watching him.

Jenny looked past him, catching sight of Fayah.

She seemed disappointed.

“Keith Richards?" she asked brusquely.

“That's me?" Keith answered uncertainly.

“Your lycanroc, is that Fayah?" Jenny pressed.

Keith looked back over his shoulder for a moment, and almost considered lying. But it was too late for that. Whatever was coming was inevitable now.

“Yes, that is Fayah."

Jenny sucked in a breath, and then produced a pair of handcuffs from her back pocket.

“Keith Richards, you are under arrest on suspicion of pokemon theft."