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It was easy to forget that the Libertine Ranch was originally a Pokémon breeding center. That was why it had a half hectare greenhouse with no crops, instead housing a barely maintained patchwork of grass, boulder, and dwarf oak surrounding a heated pool. A seventeen-year-old Dawn Snyder laid back in a vinyl banded pool lounge near the shallow end, in what would have been a red spaghetti strap bikini had its bottom not been floating in the pool. She still wore her hair armpit length, cut unevenly to give it a jagged appearance, which only she ever understood the allure of.

Dawn's hands grabbed the bars of the lounge to help her balance as she propped her feet on its end to push her hips up, giving two Floatzel better access to her bare waxed crotch. Though the word access was a grave understatement in describing what they did to it. One Floatzel stood up, paws wrapped around her ass cheeks, and pumped his cock in and out of the human's pussy. The second Floatzel laid on his back beneath her. His footpaws gripped the sides of her waist, letting him thrust his member into her ass from below.

Dawn closed her eyes, clenched her teeth, and whined through her nose at the sensations. Floatzel cocks had thin shafts, hooking upward, with large, bulbous heads that tapered to sharp points. The bulbs pressed against Dawn's insides as the two Floatzel sandwiched her, fucking her at opposite intervals, one pulling while the other thrust, and vice versa. The clear pink gel pooling on Dawn's pussy lips and between her ass cheeks heightened the slick, wet sounds of this act of Pokémon sex. The sounds made Dawn whimper, and gave her neck goosebumps, even more so than being double-penetrated by these two mustelids. She always insisted on using that particular lube, just as much for the noises it made as for its effectiveness.

The Floatzel narrowed their eyes and grinned, exposing their fangs, and grunted zel on each exhale. They quickened their thrusts into Dawn's pussy and ass, their cocks slurping on each thrust. Their footpaws gripped her tighter, leaving claw marks. Dawn's breath fluttered, turning her whimpers into trills. Dawn's arms and legs tightened, and her back arched. Her clit throbbed and tickled. Hot pleasure flowed down from its tip to deep inside her pussy. It signaled that an orgasm was fast approaching. The Floatzel would keep fucking her long after she had cummed. They always did. As far back as she could remember, Dawn had never cummed before a Pokémon, much unlike with any human male.

Dawn curled her hips up and wheezed through her nose. Pleasure set her clit on fire. Its tip tickled worse than most pain. She grabbed her hood with one hand and pulled it over her clit so the Floatzel could keep fucking her. The bulb-ended cock pistoning her pussy massaged her clit without touching it, heightening the aching pleasure without worsening the tickle. The pleasure eventually faded, leaving only the tickle. Dawn kept her hood pulled over her clit.

The bottom Floatzel grit his teeth and shut his eyes. He sped up his thrusts, smacking dawn's ass with his pelvis. His grunts of zel became louder. Dawn felt his cock head swelling and throbbing inside her rectum. She felt his member grow hotter and the inside of her ass grow slicker.

"That's it!" Dawn panted. "Faster Floatzel! Faster, dammit! My ass hole belongs to you! My ass hole is Pokémon property!"

Dawn's language during Pokémon sex had long disturbed the Floatzel. But that was in the past. It had been years since it had done anything but turn them on more.

"Zel..." the Floatzel sighed. "Float... zel."

Dawn whimpered in anticipation as she felt the Floatzel beneath her tense his cock and fuck her ass with harder, faster, and less frequent thrusts. She whispered yeah each time she felt the Floatzel re-tense his cock every few thrusts. The Floatzel panted zel in sync with her. With a strained cry of his name, the Pokémon squirted his first dose of cum inside her rectum.

"Hot Pokémon cum!" Dawn whined. "Use me, Floatzel!"

"Zel!" Floatzel cried in response, squirting more cum inside Dawn's with each thrust: two, three, four, five, and his squirts finally lessened into dribbles.

The Floatzel beneath Dawn fucked her ass while panting, his eyes squeezed shut and his tongue hanging out of the side of his mouth. Sliding his bulbous head back and forth inside Dawn, Floatzel mixed his cum with the pink lube, making louder the slurping and smacking sounds of anal Pokémon sex and pulling the opaque pink mixture out of Dawn's ass hole in drops and strings. After a few more seconds, all of his sexual sensation faded, and he let his head and haunches fall flat beneath Dawn, and relaxed. His bulbous cock head still plugged Dawn's ass hole, keeping the mix of lube and cum inside.

"Yeah, that's it," Dawn sighed. "Now you! Gimme all your grimy cock juice!"

"Zel," the Floatzel taking Dawn's pussy grunted.

By then, the hypersensitivity in Dawn's clit began to wear off. She let go of her hood and shook the soreness from her wrist. The horrid tickle was still there, but was far less intense, so she could stand the Floatzel continuing to pussy fuck her. And he did! Like his twin still laying beneath him, the standing Floatzel panted with his tongue hanging out of the side of his mouth and his eyes shut. He thrust harder in and out of Dawn's pussy until his haunches started to burn. Dawn felt him fucking her harder.

"Come on Floatzel," Dawn said. "It's not just my ass--my pussy is Pokémon property too! And don't just cum in me; mark me! I want everyone who sees me to know who I belong to."

The Floatzel squeezed Dawn's ass cheeks harder in his paws, digging his claws into her skin and deepening the marks. But not many strangers would see Dawn's bare ass, Floatzel thought. He bent forward and shoved his panting snout against Dawn's bellybutton. He gently teethed the skin around it as he would instinctively do to the snout of another Floatzel during sex. But that wasn't enough to leave a mark, so he bit down until he just tasted blood. Dawn yelped in pain but gave no other sign of protest.

Having also heard Dawn's demands, the Floatzel beneath her gripped her waist tighter in his foot paws, raking them down her skin and leaving deep scratches just above her hips. Dawn growled through her nose in pain, but again gave no other sign of protest.

Dawn's eyelids drooped. She sighed and whimpered as she finally felt Floatzel slow his thrusts. She also felt his muscles tense. She couldn't stand the wait. She needed her human pussy filled with Pokémon seed. That required more filthy words.

"Make me your bitch, Floatzel! I'm just a bitch for Pokémon. Eeeevery Pokémon!" Dawn squealed the word every as the Floatzel below her passed a claw over her clit.

"Zel," Floatzel whined.

Dawn's words worked. Floatzel kneaded her ass cheeks in his paws. He winced and grinned and fucked Dawn even harder. Dawn gripped the bars of the pool lounge tighter as her pussy responded by slicking down Floatzel's cock, enticing Floatzel to fuck her faster as well. He wanted to hear that wonderful slurping and smacking from fucking a human pussy. As Floatzel pumped in and out, Dawn's juices watered-down the pink lube, letting it run down the underside of Floatzel's cock and drip down onto his twin's ball sack.

Dawn whimpered again as she felt Floatzel's cock head throbbing inside her. It would be only seconds. Floatzel needed her filthy mouth now more than ever.

Dawn spoke in sighs. "Yes. Oh yeah. Give me Pokémon cum. I'm just a Pokémon's cum bucket! That's my only use. Use me, Floatzel!"

The words pushed Floatzel over the edge, and he obeyed. "Floatzel!" he cried as he sprayed a hot rope down Dawn's sex and against her cervix. Every few more thrusts, he squirted more mustelid seed into the eager human's cunt. His bulbous head pulled some of it back out, which dripped in strings onto his twin's crotch.

As his orgasm calmed and his cock ceased squirting, Floatzel sighed with his tongue hanging out and pulled out of Dawn with a slurp. More of his cum dripped out of Dawn's pussy in strings. With a pop, Floatzel's twin beneath Dawn pulled out of her ass and rolled over off of the pool lounge to shake himself off. With a huff and grunt, Dawn collapsed onto the pool lounge and shuddered as the killer burn in her arms and legs became a deathly cold, and then a relieving tingle.

Even though Dawn had cummed some time ago, she would never be satisfied until Pokémon cum filled both of her holes, and it took filthy language to get that quickly enough. That's why she had to be so self-degrading. Any dirty talk her lovers contributed would be lost in translation.

The Floatzel on the lounge flopped down onto his belly, resting his chin on Dawn's crotch. Dawn reached one hand to pet his head and her other to scratch the belly of his twin laying on his back beside the lounge.

"You know what I love most about Pokémon cum?" Dawn asked. "It's on a mission, and I bet it thinks it can win. Doesn't it? I mean, I am ovulating. And that's what I love. Your Floatzel sperm is going to swim into my uterus, and then it's going to push itself inside my egg, and then it's going to fertilize that egg... and then... nothing's going to happen." Dawn leaned forward and held Floatzel's head in her hands. "I wasted a baby for you. And that's what I love about Pokémon cum."

"Floatzel!" Floatzel said, nodding.

Dawn leaned back against the lounge, hands behind her head. To those who knew the difference, Dawn's words made it clear that she was not a true poképhile, but merely a fetishist. Dawn loved being devalued, humiliated, and objectified. If it was by a Pokémon, the degradation was even worse, making her love it all the more. In that way, she was much like Seen's brother.

Out of all the living Libertines and Snyders, only Seen and Iris were true poképhiles.

"With a mouth like that, I'm surprised you haven't been committed yet."

With a gasp, Dawn jolted up, looking with wide-eyed fear toward the intruder's voice. She sighed in relief and ran her fingers through her hair when she saw it was merely Seen.

"Don't scare me like that!" Dawn shouted.

"Floatzel!" the Floatzel squealed.

Both Floatzel stood. The one on the lounge leapt off. They ran toward Seen. Dawn giggled as they leapt up and tackled him to the grass. Seen landed with a grunt, and the Floatzel went to work. They each gripped a leg of his jeans in their fangs and pulled, almost tearing off Seen's pants. They gripped his pokéball boxers in their fangs, actually tearing them off.

The Floatzel licked their chops and surveyed their prize for a moment before diving in. Each took one side of the head of Seen's literally inhuman cock into his mouth and kneaded it with his fangs. They licked as far as their tongues could stretch. They lapped Seen's cock-head, and each other's tongues.

Seen chuckled and leaned back against his hands. "Fuckin-a! How cock hungry are you two?"

"Floatzel!" "Floatzel!" they squealed briefly before diving back into Seen's cock. He began to harden and left them to their strange kiss. He looked at Dawn

"But seriously, if a stranger ever caught you saying that--"

"That won't happen," Dawn interrupted. "I'm never even going to take the chance. Besides, I bring Lopuny's ball with me wherever I go."

Dawn motioned her head behind her. A shrunken pokéball rested on a patch of dirt just behind the pool lounge.

"And just who knows that your Lopunny isn't male?" Seen asked.

"Just you, me, my sisters, your two sisters, and daddy," Dawn said. "And they're not talking."

Seen gave a single chuckle through his nose at Dawn's assertion that he had two sisters. "How long was it before you stopped crying whenever someone degraded you?"

"About two years," Dawn said.

"Then how come you kept begging me to do it?" Seen asked.

Dawn shrugged and shook her head. "I guess I wanted to stop, and I figured I would if you did that to me enough times. I guess I was right."

"And that day you first learned how much you loved it," Seen said. "If there's an insanity scale then that day had to register a nine-point-oh. Worst part is, I'm starting to forget the details."

"Then let me remind you," Dawn said.

Seen winced as if about to sneeze. He raised one finger, "not yet."

Dawn smirked and narrowed her eyes as she saw seen curl his toes and wriggle his shoulders. With that, Seen shot a stream of white cum through the air, which landed in the pool. The Floatzel growled, having missed his first squirt. They turned their heads so they clamped down on Seen's cock cheek to cheek. Seen's next rope squirted between their snouts and hung from their chins. The Floatzel licked around Seen's cock head, and each other's muzzles, to slurp up all the cum. Seen barely curled his hips forward each time he shot more cum into the Floatzel's eager mouths, again and again until it covered both of their faces and dripped onto their paws. As Seen's load finally calmed into a drizzle, the twin Floatzel brothers cried in pleasure as they swirled their tongues across each other's faces, desperate to suck down all the Seen had given.

Dawn laughed. "They remind me of what David and Daniel should have been like." Dawn paused. "Do you ever wonder if maybe they don't belong here?" Dawn asked.

Seen shook his head. "Never. Not for a second. And you can remind me now."

--2--

Route 19 was a waterway just south of Fuchsia City, though one could hardly call it a route at all since it became Route 20 just ten kilometers after a westward bend in the waterway. The shore could also scarcely be called such, as it was only two kilometers of beach. It was both a canyon and peninsula, enclosed by brown basalt cliffs. The gray sand beaches, and the canyon itself, came from a landslide triggered by a volcanic eruption long, long ago.

Only small boats could dock there, given the narrow beach and basalt islets dotting the route. That was why Route 19 saw such little development, thus becoming a hot spot for the rich tourist in particular. Seen had to touch the zeppelin down at the bend where Route 19 became Route 20, and raft the Snyder girls and their "pet" boys to shore. None of the girls were willing to paddle.

The largest building was a stilted shack of grayed wood tile walls and a mossy roof, looking like a very large home, though it was anything but.

Seen sat in a booth within the restaurant section of the beach house, looking out the window at the Snyder girls on the beach. He was the only customer, given that it was a Thursday afternoon. He sat on tattered gray upholstery, eating off of a barrel table. Grayed log walls barren of decor surrounded him. It seemed out of place that he ate lobster bisque with crackers and caviar. The paltriness was an illusion of quaintness. One glance at the wears of the surf shop section of the building would dispel it.

On the beach, the Snyder girls lounged in a row of deck chairs, each in sunglasses, sun hats, and color-coded bikinis: yellow for Misty, red for May, blue for Dawn, and gray for Iris. Leaning toward the window, Seen huffed at the realization that those were all his brother Tala's bikinis.

But that was nothing compared to the pet boys. The black haired boy with the circuit board tattoos sat on his knees, rubbing lotion into Misty's feet while wearing the ears and eye mask, fuzzy feet, tail, and soft spiked mini shirt of a Riolu costume. May laced her fingers together behind her head, so the blue-eyed boy with a long bronze hair had to hold her glass up to her mouth so she could suck through its straw. He wore the ears, tail, and furry white scarf of an Eevee costume. The brown eyed and haired boy also sat on his knees, beside Dawn, hand feeding her boxed chocolates while wearing the giant gray ears and white tipped tail of a Minccino costume. Finally, the copper skinned boy with the platinum hair stood behind Iris, rubbing her shoulders while wearing the puff topped ears and puffy furred shorts with the cottontail of a Buneary costume. The few others at the beach gave them the most awkward stairs, averted their gazes, or simply left.

Seen smirked as he noticed that the twins were not there. They must still have been at the hotel in Fuchsia City. They never serviced the girls sexually, though Seen had no idea why. It always confused him. Still, this would be the perfect opportunity, as the girls would likely remain at the beach for several hours.

--3--

David and Daniel screamed and jumped up from their bellies onto their knees, dropping their game pads onto the floor as the door to the hotel room flew open with a crash and hit the wall. Seen briefly glanced at the television atop the black dresser against the wall, showing Link stuck in the ocean in Wind Waker HD. The touch pads laid atop each other on the floor. David and Daniel themselves wore only their plain-white briefs, their school uniforms thrown on the floor. Seen blushed slightly and tried not to think of them that way as he glanced away from them. He had more important business anyway.

"What?!" "What?!" David and Daniel shouted.

Seen looked back at them. "I want to know why the hell you narked me to the Snyder girls!"

"What are you talking about?" David shouted.

"I don't know what you're talking about!" Daniel shouted at the same time.

"You know what the hell I'm talking about," Seen growled. "When you worked off your manual labor credits at my side home. You told them how I set you up with my Pokémon."

David and Daniel screamed again and crawled backward on the king-sized bed, bunching up the white quilt, until they pressed themselves against the wall. Seen smirked, narrowed his eyes, and nodded at them, seeing their reaction as confirmation of his accusation. But it was something else entirely.

"So why'd you do it?" Seen asked. "Did they bribe you? Blackmail you? What? Or do you two just get off on ruining other people's summers?"

"We didn't!" Daniel shouted, shaking his head.

"We didn't want to get in trouble!" David shouted, pounding his fists on the bed.

"Yeah right!" Seen replied. "If you didn't set me up, why'd I scare you so bad when I said you did?"

David and Daniel both winced and tensed their whole bodies, and squeezed their eyes shut to push away their coming tears. Seen furrowed his brow and cocked his head. That was not the reaction he expected. David and Daniel leaned their foreheads together to whisper to each other.

"I can't tell him," Daniel whispered. "And you can't either."

"Why not?" David asked. "We know he's a poképhile. I don't think he'll mind."

"He's not like us!" Daniel whispered. "He doesn't... you know."

"How do you know?" David asked.

"I don't know. But what's he going to do if we don't tell him?" Daniel asked.

"What's he going to do if we do?" David asked.

David and Daniel opened and stared into each other's eyes. Seen had, in that time, raised his eyebrows and covered a smirk with a hand. Though they tried to whisper, the twins were far from quiet. Seen had heard every word they said, and knew exactly what they hid. They sat back and looked at Seen with frightened expressions, eyes wide and faces taut.

"I promise you!" David cried. "I super dooper quadruple promise you, I didn't nark you!"

"And I didn't neither!" Daniel shouted.

"How can you make me sure of that?" Seen asked.

"I can't!" Daniel shouted. "But I super swear we didn't nark you!"

"We can't nark you!" David added.

"Why can't you? Is it because you like boys?" Seen asked. The twins didn't react, so he frowned. In their panic, it seemed they didn't understand him. "Is it because you two have sex with each other?"

"No!" "No!" David and Daniel both screamed.

"So that's why those Snyders keep you around," Seen said, folding his arms. "You let them watch your gay incest sex, don't you?"

"No, we don't!" David screamed.

"How did you know that?" Daniel asked.

Seen shook his head. "You weren't whispering very well. I could probably hear you from the next room.

Daniel turned around, pulling at his hair and struck his head against the blue-papered wall above the bed, denting the drywall.

"But that still doesn't mean you didn't nark me," Seen said. "In fact, I think you did it even more, now."

"We didn't!" David sobbed.

"Prove it!" Seen said.

Daniel turned around, still pulling at his hair, and screamed at the top of his lungs, "We had sex with your Lopunny and your mini-Infernape!"

David tensed his body and gasped at his brother. His bug-eyes, pouring tears, seemed about to pop out of his skull. Daniel, suddenly realizing what he did, threw himself against the bed with his hands on his head and screamed into the quilt. Seen stared with one brow raised and slowly let his arms fall to his sides.

David broke the silence, spouting words as fast as his tongue could move. "We told your Infernape with the big boobs we wanted boy Pokémon so she got us the other Infernape and the boy Lopunny with the dress."

"Don't tell anyone!" Daniel shouted.

"Misty'll tell on us and get us expelled from Le Tournesol!" David added.

"Why would I tell?" Seen asked. "I would lose a hell of lot of money. I might even go to jail."

"Huh?" "Huh?" David and Daniel asked.

"I set you two up to have sex with Pokémon. I didn't care if it was with girl or boy Pokémon," Seen said. "And if I knew you liked boys, I'd have put boy Pokémon there instead of girl ones. And If I ever told anyone else this, there'd be cops and angry mobs after me. So I sure as hell don't want to tell anyone."

"But... but... but..." Daniel stammered.

"Us," David finished.

Seen shrugged his shoulders. "Why should I care? I have sex with my brother to."

"You what?!" "You what?!" the twins shouted at once.

Seen continued. "And my sister, and girl Pokémon, and boy Pokémon. ...Actually, I'm not sure, but I think I've fucked more boys in my life than girls. Not that I give a fuck either way. Uhh, err, um."

Seen stopped and muttered, realizing suddenly that he was cussing in front of two children, or specifically, children who had never cussed in front of him. Should he apologize? Probably not. They probably wouldn't know what he apologized for.

Seen then furrowed his brow. "But I still think you narked me. So what if they tell on you and get you expelled from Le Tournesol? Hollywood loves gays... and dropouts, and especially gay dropouts!"

"But not incest," Daniel said, shaking his head. "They hate that."

"And poképhilia," David said. "They hate that so bad that people go around in Hollywood beating up poképhiles with baseball bats!"

"And the cops don't do anything about it!" Daniel continued.

"The cops just egg 'em on!" David continued. "Even though poképhilia's legal in California, they just laugh when one of them gets killed."

Seen paused, and then crossed his arms. He sighed. The twins had a point. But they weren't true poképhiles, just experimenters in Pokémon sex. Then again, who in Hollywood would know or care what the difference was?

"You're right," Seen whispered. "You couldn't have narked me."

Seen and the twins turned sharply as the phone the end-table beside the bed suddenly rang. It was an antique black rotary phone, no caller-ID. All three stood still as the phone kept ringing. Finally, Seen shuffled up to the phone and answered it.

"Hey freaks," Misty's voice sounded on the other end.

"Do you always call them that?" Seen asked.

"Seen?!" Misty shrieked, making Seen wince. "What are you doing there?!"

"Its business," Seen answered.

"Whatever," Misty groaned. "I just called daddy and got twelve all night long backstage passes to the Fuchsia City Pokémon zoo! That means we're all going, and all the boys, and you and your weirdo brother Tala. Be there!"

"Why Tala?" Seen asked.

"Because he needs to teach our pet boys how to be proper girls," Misty answered, and then hung up.

--4--

From bellow, the rectangular lagoon didn't look like much, a hundred and fifty meter long rectangle, twelve meters deep, with nothing but flat concrete floors and sides. But a mock-up of a tiny rainforest back-dropped it. Palm trees and dwarf banana trees, camellias and bamboo; they weren't found together in the wild, but they looked good. On the other side was a plain concrete landing for zookepers and trainers, in front of which was a plastic, white-panel fence keeping visitors out of the enclosure. It certainly wasn't the most lavish zoo ever, Fuschia city barely qualifying as a city and all, but was famous for keeping many varieties of Pokémon that don't adapt well to zoo-life, and keeping them, supposedly, happy. They were also famous for their backstage attractions. Like most else in the town, it was small, and catered to the rich who desired the illusion of quaintness.

Four preteen girls lavished in one of the most expensive backstage attractions of them all. Misty lay on her back, her hands behind her head, and one leg crossed over the other, on the back of a Milotic who lazily swam circles around the lagoon. It had a sneer and furrow, clearly disliking its task. The Dewgong had a slightly better time, pushing May through the water by its nose in a smaller circle going the other way. But its lidded eyes indicated that it was bored of doing so. The Lapras reared back dived forward again and again as Dawn straddled its shell, holding a spine in one hand while waving her other through the air and shouting cowboy slang. The Lapras sneered at the disrespect. The only Pokémon enjoying their time were the two Buizel pulling a giggling Iris through the water by her arms as she struggled in vain against them.

The five Pokémon normally had four pools between them, but crowded this one during such occasions. Seen leaned against the fence on the landing with his arms crossed and yawned. The trainer next to him, a pale man with a shaved head and black wetsuit, mimicked this.

Seen lifted his head to briefly glance at the pool. "They uh, they don't seem too happy about all this."

"They put up with it in exchange for smoked salmon and extra-long scrubs," the trainer replied. "And lots of apologies too, tons of apologies. They seem to get some major shits and giggles out of that."

Seen laughed through his nose, it sounding more like a huff. "I'll bet they do! Especially this time."

The trainer looked back toward the lagoon. "We get customers like those girls every couple weeks: ungrateful little bitches hogging everything, throwing temper tantrums before sharing anything. What's with those costumes those boys were wearing anyway? And where are they?"

Seen shrugged. "The girls dress them like that. They seem to get some major shits and giggles out of that. And they're with my brother right now at the visitor center. Listen, we've been following your little tour all night. Have those girls mentioned anyone they seem grateful toward? Maybe someone they didn't want to name?"

The trainer/tour guide looked at Seen with a raised eyebrow. "What's this about?"

"Not much," Seen answered. "Someone's just blackmailing me on their behalf and I want to know who the hell it is."

The tour guide drooped and shook his head. "I'm sorry I asked."

"I'll bet you are!" Seen said. "That usually works better than just saying don't ask. So anywho, any mention?"

"The only person they talk about with any respect whatsoever is their father. Why? Is he the one blackmailing you?" the tour guide asked.

"I doubt it," Seen answered.

"Well, I don't, because I was just thinking, why the hell is Seen Libertine of all people being trusted to look after four preteen girls?"

Seen barely gasped. He stepped aside, and then back, glaring at the tour guide with wide eyes and jaw agape.

The tour guide laughed under his breath. "Yes, I know who you are. And I'm warning you right now not to try anything with our Pokémon."

Seen calmed. "Most of my friends are lawyers... well, my human friends anyway. Do you really think I wouldn't know better than that?"

"In my experience, it's the lawyers who usually don't know any better," the tour guide replied. "Just don't try anything with the Pokémon here. Most of them... disapprove of poképhilia, and the few who don't are in exclusive relationships with their own trainers, and aren't willing to share--except for those two Buizel. They're the biggest sluts I've ever seen in my entire life. To be honest, the zoo doesn't really want them anymore, and neither do the other Pokémon. Now I am not, nor would I ever, suggest anything to anyone about those Buizel, but I do know off-hand that the zoo wants some more exotic Pokémon but doesn't have the space for them, and we're always on the lookout for extra funding."

Seen nodded. He pulled a smart phone from his pocket, swiped a finger across the screen, and held it to his ear. "Call Lila," Seen said. He paused, tapping his feet. "Lila! I want you to buy a pair of Buizel from Fuchsia City Zoo. I'll reimburse you. ...That's easy! They're the only Buizel here. ...Yeah. Bye." Seen pocketed the phone.

"Thank you," the tour guide sighed.

Seen and the tour guide looked back at the Lagoon.

"One more thing," the tour guide added. "That little conversation never happened."

"That describes most conversations in my life," Seen replied.

Misty snarled, groaned and rolled off of Milotic's back into the water. Milotic stopped swimming, sighed, and dropped her head onto the water, making a splash and a loud pop. The other Pokémon slowed down to watch as she swam toward the center of the lagoon, toward another trainer with slicked back brown hair and a leather belt full of pokéballs over his wetsuit.

"Hey pool guy!" Misty shouted. "I'm bored. Do another trick."

The trainer bobbing at the center of the lagoon closed his eyes and shook his head, he harrumphed and nodded before pointing at Milotic to catch her attention. "Milotic? Water trapeze onto Lapras."

Milotic nodded and dove under water. Lapras dipped into the water to get Dawn off her back and then swam toward the center of the lagoon. Dewgong and the Buizel pushed May and Iris toward the center as well to give them a close-up view. Then suddenly, all the girls screamed as Milotic shot out of the water like a missile, pushing the trainer into the air with his arms spread out. Milotic fell back into the Lagoon, splashing a wave that fell over the heads of the girls, making them scream again. Lapras swam backward, glaring at the trainer like a sports-player ready to catch a ball. As the trainer came down on his knees upon Lapras's upper neck, the Pokémon lowered its head just fast enough to cushion the blow for both of them. The trainer patted Lapras and slid off, back into the lagoon. May, Dawn, and Iris lifted their arms, but then hesitated to clap and looked at Misty.

"That wasn't a very good trick!" Misty shouted.

"What makes you think that?" the trainer asked.

"I'm still bored," she answered. "Do a better one."

The trainer tensed in anger and grit his teeth behind his pursed lips. He then relaxed, smirked, and nodded. "Sure. I'll do a better trick. I know you're gonna love this one." He took a Pokéball from his belt and enlarged it. "Milotic? Man eater."

Milotic nodded and huffed at the trainer with sharp eyes and a smile before diving underwater. The trainer released a massive serpentine figure into the lagoon. The red light coalesced into a Gyarados. Misty, May, and Dawn shrieked and slapped and floundered in the water, not even heading toward the dry land they sought in their panic. The Dewgong, Lapras, and Buizel had to push them. Their eyes closed, the girls thought their helpers were the Gyarados trying to eat them. They punched and kicked and bit until they felt concrete and scrambled atop it. After heaving for a time to catch their breaths, they opened their eyes, and shrieked again.

Iris still bobbed in the water, her hands clutching Gyarados's whiskers as his mouth gaped only inches from her.

"Are you insane Iris?!" May screamed.

"That's a Gyarados!" Dawn screamed.

The trainer laughed. "There's no danger! This Gyarados is too well trained to attack in anger. Gyarados?"

Gyarados hissed in that trademark way that sounded like popping steam-gasket. He sunk into the water and pushed Iris toward the edge of the lagoon with his crest, which Iris pushed her feet against to aid him. Gyarados then dove.

The tour guide leaned toward Seen. "You're gonna love this."

The trainer spread his arms as Milotic once again shot out of the water, pushing him into the air with her nose. This time, as he fell, the trainer flipped over to dive back into the water. As he was about to hit it, Gyarados shot out of the water from the side, swallowing the trainer whole before diving back down.

Misty, May, and Dawn shrieked again as they saw the Gyarados swallow its trainer alive. Even Iris gasped and covered her mouth. After a moment, the Gyarados peaked its head above the water in front of the girls who fell back onto their asses, sobbing, trembling, and hyperventilating. The Gyarados then trembled his jaw, trying to keep his mouth shut against some unknown force. Hands and feet pried open the Gyarados's mouth. The trainer hopped out of Gyarados's jaws and onto the concrete next to the girls, and the Gyarados sunk back under the water.

"Ta-da!" the trainer said, hands on his hips.

With that, Misty jolted up right and shoved a finger in the trainer's face. "I demand my money back!"

"What do you mean your money?" the trainer asked. "Your father paid for all of this."

Misty closed her eyes and thrust her clenched fists down. "I don't care! I want it back! I didn't come here to be frightened, tricked, or talked down to! This is my vacation, dammit!"

"Our vacation," May said.

Misty shook her head. "Our vacation!"

As misty continued to berate the trainer, the tour guide leaned back toward Seen.

"You still haven't told me why they're letting you watch those girls," the tour guide said. "Whoever they are."

"The girls wanted me to do that," Seen said. "They think they can make me do anything they want. And so far, they've been right. And their father's a debauchery, so he doesn't care."

"So what makes you think he didn't blackmail you?" The tour guide said.

Seen shook his head and arms. "I'm not getting into specifics. I'll just say whoever it was had to know me personally, and I've never met the guy before." Seen paused, looking toward the lagoon. "Uhh... what's Gyarados doing to Iris?"

The tour guide shrugged, not even looking at the lagoon. "Don't worry. He's as gentle as a Slowpoke."

Misty flailed her arms about and stomped her feet. "And furthermore--"

Misty, May and Dawn suddenly screamed a jumped back as Gyarados lifted his head out of the water again. Misty alone fell back onto her ass again as he thrust his face toward her specifically. His locked jaws began to tremble, and dainty brown hands and feet pried open his clamped jaw. Iris stood in Gyarados's jaws, holding them open.

"Ta-da!" Iris said, and hopped onto the landing.

"Iris! You Bitch!" Misty screamed standing back up. "You want to give me a heart attack?! You do, don't you? You want to scare me to death so you can take my place! Is that it? You're forgetting your place in the Secret Student Student Union, Iris! You're number five! Number five! You're the lowest girl on the totem pole! How dare you try to pull anything on me!"

Misty had clamped her eyes shut as she yelled at Iris, not noticing that Iris had stepped back onto Gyarados and now sat on the right prong of his crest, wrapping a whisker around her neck like a scarf. Misty paused, blinked, and looked back and forth as she hear May and Dawn clapping behind her.

"I knew it!" Misty screamed. "You are trying to usurp me! You're gonna get your dues one way or the other Iris! I will not tolerate insurrection! This visit is over! We're all going back to the hotel!"

Misty ran from the group, stomping with each footfall. She hopped the white-plastic fence and ran growling, weeping, toward the zoo entrance. All present stopped whatever they were doing to look at her with awkward gapes and various expressions. Iris would never get her dues. Misty would forget about that by next morning.

"Holy shit," the tour guide whispered. "What was that about?"

Seen shrugged and shook his head. "Don't ask me, man. I only work for them."

"That was awesome!" May shouted. "How did you do that?"

"Misty really needed to be brought down a level," Dawn said. "And yeah. How did you do that?"

Iris gave a smug face and put her hands on her hips. "I just told Gyarados I wanted to do that man eater thing in Misty's face, and he took care of the whole thing. I didn't have to do much at all." She then laughed as Gyarados nudged Iris with his crest.

"Mr. Libertine? This event never happened," the tour guide said.

"That describes most events in my life," Seen responded.

Seen jittered and huffed as hands grabbed his waistband. Iris shoved her hands into Seen's pockets, drawing aghast stares from both the trainer and tour guide. They calmed and rolled their eyes after Iris merely took Seen's smartphone from his pocket. She worked the phone quickly, and then held it to her ear.

"Hey daddy! It's me, Iris! I wanna Gyarados! 'Kay? Bye!" Iris hung up and shoved the smartphone back into Seen's pocket.

--5--

Past the bathroom and kitchenette, in the sleeping area, white down quilts and pillows cluttered the king-sized bed atop red carpets. Butter colored wallpaper seemed to dampen the lamplight in the hotel room. Back in their casual attire, May, Dawn, and Iris sat on the bed following Misty with their eyes, who paced in front of them.

"Since the zoo was such a dismal failure, especially with somebody's attempt to steal the thunder of the head of the Secret Student Student Union--"

Iris harrumphed, interrupting Misty. She folded her arms and looked away. "I have to go to the bathroom."

"Take all the time you want," Misty grumbled.

May and Dawn watched, each with one raised eyebrow, as Iris scooted off the bed, ran into the bathroom and slammed the door behind her. Misty dropped her head and huffed, folding her arms. She looked back up and placed them on her hips. May and Dawn now looked at her with both eyebrows raised.

"As I was saying," Misty said. "Since the zoo was such a dismal failure, I say we get over it in the one way we know never fails, a live pet show!"

May and Dawn both hopped up onto their knees with wide eyes. Then they glanced at each other, sat down, and looked at Misty with furrowed brows.

"Wait! The twins should be asleep by now," May said.

"You can't get them to do anything if you just jolt them awake," Dawn added.

"Don't worry," Misty said, waving them off. "I called them up as soon as Iris ruined the trip. They're on their way right now. And it'll be even better this time since they've finally manned up and made Seen's little brother make them girlie lingerie."

"What kind of lingerie?" May asked.

"Plusle and Minun," Misty answered.

May and Dawn again hopped up onto their knees with wide eyes.

In the bathroom, Iris sidled the door and held her ear against it. The idea of a pet show didn't excite her. That fact made her clutch her gut. Iris slid down the door and then sat back against it. She held her chest as her breath fluttered. She yawned and calmed before she could sob or weep. Iris stood and climbed into the freestanding bathtub atop the caramel tile floor. She yelped in pain as she laid her head back against the tub. She reached into her hair to pull out her shrunken pokéball. She enlarged it, chewed her lip, and then shrunk back down before dropping it to the floor.

Iris yelped again at a flash of light and sparks on the counter. She looked and sighed at Abra sitting on the gold granite sink counter with his legs dangling over the side. Abra blinked, squinted, and cocked his head at Iris. Iris did the same at him.

"How'd you know I'd be here?" Iris asked

"Abra!" Abra barked, shaking his head.

Iris rolled her eyes. "Right. Like I believe that."

Iris narrowed her eyes at a zip top bag full of large red gelcaps between Abra's legs. Abra stared deadpan at Iris until he realized what she was looking at. He grabbed the bag, threw behind him, and covered it with his tail.

"What are those?" Iris asked.

"Abra!" Abra barked, shaking his head.

"Never mind. I don't need to know," Iris said.

Abra sighed in relief.

"The boys just don't do anything for me," Iris whispered. Iris's hands became more animated as she kept speaking. "What the hell is wrong with me?! Two perfect, blonde haired, blue-eyed, twelve year old identical twin boys fucking each other in every way they have names for! And in Plusle and Minun lingerie too! How could that not do a thing for a self-respecting Le Tournesol girl like me?!"

Iris gasped and tensed as she saw Abra gawking at her with wide eyes.

"Just forget I said anything," Iris squeaked.

Abra turned his head and squinted and thought, and then pointed at the shrunken pokéball with a grunt of bra. He looked into Iris's eyes with a smirk and waggled his eyebrows. Iris blinked and hesitated for a moment.

"No! I'm not like that!" Iris shouted.

"You okay in there?" May's voice came through the door.

Iris eeped and covered her mouth. She shook her hands as she yelled back. "I'm fine! I'm just... venting some anger!" She turned to Abra and whispered. "I'm not like that. I am... I'm a... I'm a lesbian! I like girls. Please don't let anyone know."

Abra squinted and chuckled through his nose. He traced the sunflower motif of Le Tournesol on the mirror behind him with a claw, next to a heart, next to two female symbols with their rings locked. He left no mark, but Iris could tell what he was trying to say. He pointed back to the shrunken pokéball.

Iris closed her eyes. Her nose trembled. "Yeah, Le Tournesol loves fags. I know. And so my do my sisters. Well, whatever! I don't care what you think. You're not getting any from me."

Abra shook his head and waved his paws in front of him.

"Right. Like I'm going to believe that either. I just wish I could do something about them, because I can't hide from them forever. They'll find out someday."

Abra looked up, stroked his chin in thought, and then snapped his fingers. Abra reached beneath his tail for the bag and tossed it into the tub with Iris. She flinched, but made no sound.

Iris held the backup. "What are they?"

Abra smirked and held up one finger. He pressed the finger against the mirror. The mirror showed the image of a sixteen-year-old girl in a pinstripe blazer and newsboy cap holding up the same zip top bag of large red gelcaps and talking on a smartphone.

"Seen's sister?" Iris said.

"I don't care!" Lila shouted. "Don't think I'm a sucker just because I'm young. I'm in a fucking MBA program. I will not hand over that kind of money for something I don't know works without some major fucking collateral. ... It'd better make me hornier than a Ditto at a daycare center."

Abra lowered his paw and the image faded from the mirror, leaving only Iris staring into her own aghast expression. Iris lowered her head, blinking, and twiddling her fingers. She then gasped and looked back at Abra with a scowl.

"Now I know you want to get some from us," Iris said. "Why would you've brought those pills if you didn't?"

Abra's eyes widened. He blinked and then sighed and dropped his head into his paw. He repeated bra to himself over and over again, and then looked up. Abra shrugged and nodded. Iris held up the bag up in the light.

"Does this stuff really work?" Iris asked.

"Abra!" Abra barked, nodding.

"What am I supposed to do with it?"

Abra snapped his fingers repeatedly to get Iris's attention. He pointed to the bag, then to the bathroom door, then to himself, and finally stuck his right finger through his left okay sign. Abra snickered.

"Sorry," Iris growled. "If they have sex with you, then they won't let you stay with them anymore. And that means no more Secret Student Student Union. And I'm not willing to give that up."

Abra dropped his head into his paw and sighed again. Iris held up the back to look at again. She then clutched the bag tighter and gave an evil smile, making Abra look at her with a raised eyebrow.

"But you did give me an idea," Iris said.

Iris stepped out of the tub and reached down for the shrunken pokéball to put back in her hair. She exited the bathroom. Abra stood up on the sink counter. He looked up and raised a paw into the air. After sighing his name, Abra vanished into sparks and a beam of gold light that shot through the ceiling.

"It's about time you showed up!" Dawn shouted, pointing at Iris as she entered the sleeping area.

"Yeah, the twins have been waiting here for more than a few minutes," Misty added.

"Sorry," Iris mumbled. "I was just a bit upset."

Iris looked up to see Misty, May, and Dawn all sitting cross-legged on the floor. She looked at the bed to see the blue-eyed blonde twins, David and Daniel, also sitting cross-legged. They wore cupless corsets with tails beneath teddies, fishnet stockings, shoulder length lace gloves, and hairbands with floppy ears: David in blue leather with a minus tail, and Daniel in red leather with a plus tail. Iris covered her mouth with one hand and giggled at the boys glaring at them indignantly.

"Yeah, laugh it up Iris," David said.

"It's not half as crazy as the costumes our dad wears in his Timegate Traveller movies," Daniel added.

"He's not your dad," Misty said. "You're adopted."

"Well whoopty doo," David said.

"You're not gonna hurt us," Daneil added, shaking his head.

"Whatever. Just give us our pet show already," Misty said.

"Hey, what's that?" Dawn asked, pointing to the bag in Iris's hand.

Iris eeped and held up the bag. She had almost forgotten it! If she had, her plan would've been ruined. She held out the bag and put one hand on her hip.

"It's kind of aphrodisiac I got from Seen's sister," Iris said.

David and Daniel both rolled their eyes and shook their heads. "You girls are so gullible," one of them said.

"He's right," Misty said, not knowing or caring which he she referred to. "How do you know that stuff actually works? Everything I ever read says aphrodisiacs don't work."

"It doesn't matter because I got the stuff for free!" Iris shouted. "So if it doesn't work, then I didn't lose anything."

"So you're gonna give us some?" May asked.

"Not unless you all accept a bet," Iris answered.

David and Daniel looked at each other with raised brows. Misty, May, and Dawn sat up straighter as their interest piqued. May and dawn swiveled their eyes toward Misty, knowing she could never refuse a bet, and knowing all the more that she wanted to get Iris back for what happened at the zoo. Misty leaned forward until she propped herself up on her hands. She sneered.

"So what's this bet of yours?" Misty growled.

Iris felt her chest lighten as she talked. "We each take one of these and then start watching our pet show. As soon as we feel them--"

"What if we don't?" Dawn asked. "Because, you know, what if it doesn't work?"

Iris shook her head and lowered her arm. "Then I guess... after twenty minutes maybe? Anywho, whichever comes first, and then we start frigging, and whoever can hold out from cumming three times wins."

Misty grinned, grit her teeth, and furrowed her brow. She leaned forward further and dug her fingertips into the carpet. Last one to cum, moan, or give up? The girls had made many, many variations on that bet, and Misty rarely lost them. She had no tactic either. Misty was simply harder to get off than any of her sisters. The last time she lost such a bet was the day Abra told them of how to blackmail Seen into giving them this vacation. And she lost to Iris, the quickest cummer of them all! This was her chance to get back at Iris for more than one insult, and Iris knew it.

"How much money are we betting?" Misty asked.

Iris put her free hand on her hip, dangling the bag behind her, between her fingers. She shook her head. "Money? Oh no. We're not betting money. The losers get something much, much worse. That's the reason I brought the pills."

Misty and Iris locked angry eyes. "What are the stakes then?"

"The winner doesn't get anything but bragging rights," Iris answered. "The stakes are all on the losers. And that's why I brought the pills, because the losers have to do the most disgusting thing ever."

"And what's that?" Misty asked.

Iris's lips trembled briefly. She inhaled sharply to stop them. Her spine chilled. Goosebumps covered her whole body. All of her muscles tensed. And she felt as if her stomach lifted into her throat. What if Misty won? Iris thought that surely she would be the last to cum three times if she stared so intently at two humans having sex. It had worked in the past. The last time they made this bet, Iris won because it had been a human tongue inside her pussy--not that she had any problem with that. But that pleasure was physical relief, and nothing more.

But that tactic had failed in the past as well. And Iris was usually the first to make noise, to squirm, to drip, to orgasm. Misty was usually the last. What if Misty won? It was too late. Iris's sisters were almost drooling with anticipation, and she couldn't come up with different stakes in time, or at least not ones that would satisfy them.

"The losers have to have sex with a Pokémon!" Iris didn't realize what she said until it was too late. Again, her body felt distressed, but she showed no outward sign.

Misty, May, and Dawn all gasped and jumped back--Misty so hard that she landed on her back and flapped for a moment to sit back up. Even David and Daniel scooted back, rearing their heads back with almost frightened expressions.

"Are you crazy, Iris?" May shouted.

"This isn't gonna hurt for a little while," Dawn said. "This is gonna hurt for the rest of our lives, except for the winner."

"And that's what makes this bet so perfect!" Misty said.

"Huh?" said May, Dawn, David, and Daniel all at once, turning toward Misty.

"This isn't a game, not like all the other pansy-ass bets we've done," Misty whispered. "This one's to really show which one of us is best, which one has the strongest pussy, because everything's on the line this time!"

"I do not want to take a three out of four chance that... that I have to commit poképhilia!" Dawn shouted. "It's the ultimate disgrace for the social-elite!"

Misty turned to Dawn with a snarl. "Well don't worry Dawn, because you'll be sharing that disgrace with May and Iris."

"Hey!" May shouted. "What makes you so sure you're gonna win?!"

"I usually win this sort of stuff, remember?" Misty answered. "And don't worry. I'll never tell another soul what punishment the three of you got for losing this bet."

"You don't know for sure you'll win," Dawn said. "And how can I be so sure you're not going to snitch?"

Misty paused. She then stood and pointed at David and Daniel. "If anyone of us snitches, then you're going to blow the whistle on the Secret Student Student Union, and you and all the other pet boys are gonna swear that it was all the snitch's idea... everything."

David and Daniel smiled and nodded.

Misty turned back toward Dawn. "Happy now?"

"Alright, I'm in," Dawn said.

"Me too," May added. She turned to Iris. "Hand out those pills."

Misty, May, and Dawn stood and approached Iris. She brought her bag forward in both hands and pulled it open. The girls clamored their hands about, each trying to push the others away to grab a capsule. Iris grabbed her own after they were done. David and Daniel blinked and cocked their heads in curiosity as they saw the girls all pop the huge gelcaps without water, not knowing they learned to do that from bets made outside their presence. Iris tossed the bag onto the black dresser holding the television.

"This is also a good time to try the new toys I just bought," Misty said.

Misty pulled open a drawer bellow the television and removed her blue Louis Vuitton Ixia PM bag. She sat cross-legged and opened the bag on her lap. Grinning and gritting her teeth, Misty took what looked like four enlarged pokéballs from the bag and dropped them to the floor.

"They're vibrators, not pokéballs," Misty said. "They've only got one setting and that's superpower jackhammer mode. We're all gonna use them to make sure nobody's cheating."

Misty handed the pokéball toys to her sisters, who rolled them about in their hands to inspect them. Misty pulled down the shoulder-straps of her shorts and then uncurled her legs to pull her shorts and panties down around her ankles. Her sisters sat next to her, against the dresser, and followed suit. May wriggled her hips as she pulled down her white skirt and black spandex shorts. Dawn had an easier time, just hiking her skirt and yanking her panties down. Iris untied her sash and pulled down her leggings. The girl's pussies were still flat and dry, but that would soon change.

Misty took a smartphone from her bag and fiddled with it, setting a timer before dropping it to the floor. She then grabbed and tossed the boys a pink pump bottle of lube decorated with hearts and pecha berries.

"Until we start feeling something, or twenty minutes," Misty said. "Alright you two! Start snogging and groping! I'll tell you when the bet starts. Then you can get to fucking."

David and Daniel's rolled their eyes. Flaming fags they may have been in fact, but not personality. They had neither the skill in nor desire for snogging or groping. Until they had met the Snyder girls, they had done little more than take turns giving each other blowjobs and anal sex. They'd much have preferred to be in tee shirts and sweat-pants than Plusle and Minun lingerie, and to use a generic white-label lube instead of this pecha-flavored shit with its brushstroke logo. But they had a fatal weakness to geography that only Zane Snyder could hide.

David and Daniel shrugged and got to work. Trying to mimic the girl-on-girl pornos Misty gave them as 'lessons' in how to put on a good show for their upcoming vacation, they tried to grab each other's chests, though there was nothing to grab. They could only palm each other. They pushed the corners of their mouths together as they licked each other's lips and tongues and sighed incessantly. It was all as the videos taught.

The show, though clumsy, still immediately effected the impressionable preteen girls. Misty chewed her tongue and tapped her fingers on the floor. May tried to hide a giggle with a yawn. She leaned back against the dresser and let her legs fall open. Dawn fell forward on her hands for a closer look. Misty's pussy showed its excitement with a drop of moisture. May's began to redden. And Dawn's started to swell and show the tips of its labs.

Only Iris remained unchanged, her pussy still flat, dry, and colorless. She fixated on the tongues of the twin boys lapping at each other. She wanted to looked away, but her life was on the line.

David and Daniel monotonously continued this routine. The girls' eyelids drooped in boredom after a few minutes.

"Do something else!" Misty snapped.

David and Daniel pulled apart and hesitated. "Like what?" they both said at once.

Misty shrugged. "I don't know. What else was in those movies I gave you?"

"We weren't very interested in those movies," David replied.

"Too bad!" Misty snapped back, waving a hand at them. "They were homework, not whacking material. Now do something else."

David and Daniel looked back at each other with slight sneers. They saw plenty else in those lesbian flicks, but didn't think much of it would make sense for two boys. But they had a job to do. Staring into each-other's eyes, they came to a decision, and Daniel nodded. He pushed his brother over and fell onto his hands and knees above him.

"Stick your ass out Plusle!" May shouted. "I want to see you wag your tail!"

Daniel sighed and rolled his eyes. He arched his back as he leaned down onto his forearms, sticking out his bony butt and its red plus sign. He quickly wriggled it.

May laughed. "You look like you're having seizure!"

"Yeah!" Dawn added. "Slow it down."

Daniel sighed again and slowed down, eventually getting the hang of swaying his ass in slow circles. He leaned down to give David's nipple a long, hard lick, coating it with saliva. A whistle, he didn't know who's, encouraged him. Daniel thought hard back to those videos. He alternated licking his brother's nipple with sucking on it, always leaving enough drool for a stringy show. Suddenly remembering a new detail, he leaned aside to suck his brother's right nipple.

To David it felt more awkward than good. It tickled, and he winced and wriggled his shoulders. The cold from Daniel's spit made his nipple uncomfortable. But he too had a job to do. Remembering Misty's videos as well, he arched his back to lift his chest, and let his head fall aside to stare at the girls while he panted like a Growlithe. How stupid must he have looked?! Only Iris seemed to know for sure. She was the only one not grinning.

David glanced at his brother. "Grope me," he whispered.

"What?" Daniel asked between switching nipples.

"They said snog and grope. You're not groping," David answered.

"How am I supposed to do that without hurting your balls?" Daniel whispered.

"Just do it real soft, I guess."

"How come you stopped?" Misty asked.

"Sorry!" David and Daniel both said at once.

Daniel grabbed the straps of David's cupless teddy and pulled him up to sit, making his brother squeak. He shoved his mouth against David's and forced his to tongue inside, and then pulled back to show the girls his tongue in his brother's mouth. The girls clapped at Daniel's apparent enthusiasm, though it was more because he was relieved to be done with his previous act than excited about his current one. David grumbled in annoyance but let his brother's tongue explore his mouth. The girls clapped again when Daniel started rubbing David's crotch. After a few more minutes--

"More groping!" Dawn ordered.

David and Daniel both sighed and rolled their eyes. Why did the girls only now insist on such theatrics? Why couldn't they just show the girls a simple suck-and-fuck like they could before this vacation?

Thinking upon those videos again, David reached one hand behind Daniel to grab and massage an ass-cheek, and his other hand inside Daniel's panties to stroke his cock. Mimicking, Daniel grabbed and massaged one of David's ass-cheeks.

"Wow. I should've taught them to do this when I first recruited them," Misty whispered. "This is working like nothing else."

Misty's words brought Iris's attention to her own arousal. She looked down to see her pussy lips moist, red, and parted. She glanced at her sisters, who had it even worse. She saw their clits throb and their slits almost drip. Even they shouldn't be so turned on by a pet show. And it wasn't just them. Seeing humans fuck should have aroused Iris only physically--more annoying than erotic. But the ache in Iris's mind matched the one between her legs. She wanted her pussy filled with her special friend's tongue and teeth, claws and tusks, and especially cock.

"I'm kind of dizzy," May said.

Dawn nodded. "My eyes are kind of blurry."

Iris was dizzy. Her eyes were blurry. Then it hit her. "The pills! They're really working!"

"They are?" a boy asked

The girls looked at David and Daniel, who had separated and were now staring at the girls.

"Who told you you could stop?" Misty said.

David and Daniel grumbled and grabbed each other again, sucking tongue, rubbing balls, and grabbing ass-cheeks. Misty smirked and nodded, and then grabbed her head from dizziness. She dropped her hands and fumbled about for the smartphone on the floor.

"Shit!" Misty sighed. "I just got sparks in my coochie. Those pills really do work. And it's only been eight minutes."

"Let's do this," Iris said.

"Alright," Misty replied. "Pokéball toys in your coochies, buttons facing out."

The girls all fumbled their hands about in their disorientation. One by one, they grabbed a pokéball toy and tried pushing it inside themselves. Though such little girls could not even wrap their labs around objects that large, save the experienced Iris, who could almost push it halfway inside her.

"Fingers on your buttons," Misty said. "Press in three, two, one, go!"

Iris pressed the button and shrieked at the vibrations reverberating throughout her entire pelvis. Never had she felt a toy so strong. Electrical jolts shot through her clit. Her vaginal opening squeezed the pokéball toy so hard it felt as if it would tear. The entire length of her vaginal roof exploded with pleasure, making her sob. What was that on her hands? Did she just piss herself? Her sisters would never let her live it down if she did. But she couldn't smell urine. So what happened?

After a minute, the pleasure died down enough for Iris to glance around her again. Those pills must have been stronger than she'd imagined. They were all and shivering in intensity. They all must have orgasmed instantly. This bet would likely be over very quickly. And then a relief washed over Iris's shoulders. Though Iris's sisters didn't seem to wet themselves as she had, they all either had their eyes shut. Before anyone could see, Iris grabbed her sash and bunched it up in front of her crotch. That was a relief.

"That's one for each of us!" Iris said. "Eight more until the last girl standing!"

The others didn't respond. Iris noticed that her disorientation ceased after her orgasm. Another glance showed Iris that her sisters could only press their toys against their pussies, while she could almost wrap her mound halfway around it. Iris could barely think with the tickles and shocks running up and down the walls of her sex, and didn't realize the connotations.

David and Daniel noticed that none of the Snyder girls now looked at them. They looked each other in the eyes, smirked, and nodded. Their own cocks throbbed and tickled for attention.

"Look's like the bet's started and they forgot to tell us," Daniel said. "Think we can get to the good part now?"

"Let's take off these damn shirts first," David replied.

Neither twin realized that what they wore weren't called shirts. David and Daniel reached behind themselves to pull the strings of the bows that tied their cupless corsets behind their waists. They threw off their corsets and fake ears. There was one thing in Misty's 'homework' they actually wanted to try, though they didn't yet know the name for it.

David and Daniel lay fell onto their sides in opposite directions, faces to each other's crotches. They worked each other's panties down around their thighs and then swallowed each other's uncut, hairless boy-cocks into each other's mouths. They wasted no time sucking and slurping, no longer caring about giving anyone a good view. They deviated from the film in another way, refusing to do this one atop the other, not wanting their noses in each other's buttholes.

Dawn cried, as if in pain. She bent backward as she rubbed her feet against the carpet. Burning hot itches poured down her back like water as her nether-lips turned red from irritation. She fell back against the dresser and pressed her hand hard against her clit, unable to stand the tickle as it touched the pokéball toy. She dripped, but not like Iris.

"Push that back!" Misty cried, glancing at dawn "No cheating!"

Dawn opened her eyes to see the pokéball toy on the floor, starting to roll away. She pushed it back against her pussy with her free hand, and then had to press her other hand even harder against her clit.

"Two for Dawn," Misty whimpered.

May fell forward onto her hands. She sat in the w-position, legs spread wide, pushing her pelvis down against the toy. She gasped as shivers of pleasure floated inside her gut and buzzed in her clit. She, unlike Dawn, could stand such stimulation. May momentarily forgot she was trying to win a bet and humped against the pokéball toy on the floor. She clenched and growled through her teeth as she tensed her hands and feet.

"Two for May," Iris shouted.

"Gahhh!" Misty yelped.

Misty cried and bent forward. The pokéball toy turned Misty's labs and clit into vibrating blurs. Grunting through her nose, Misty pressed a palm against her gut. She gripped the pokéball toy so tight that her fingers ached. She tried desperately to dull the toy's shake. Unlike May, she did not forget what was on the line. It did no good, for as soon as her orgasm passed, her fingers hurt too much and she had to soften her grip.

"And two for Mist yyy!" Iris yelled.

Iris threw herself forward into a kowtow, pressing her forehead against her fists. She grit her teeth and squeezed her eyes shut as throbs overpowered the buzz in her pussy. She felt her sash soak again, and shook her head at the second time this happened, though she still couldn't smell urine. Trying to hide what she had done, Iris pushed her pelvis down as hard as she could. She then threw her head back and screamed, not in pleasure, but pain. She felt as if a knife had penetrated her.

"Fuck!" Iris shrieked.

Iris reached a hand under her crotch to wipe away the slick and brought it back. No blood?! She could have sworn she tore something--not her hymen, as all the Snyder girls lost theirs long ago to their sordid lives. But she had to have torn something. Why was there no blood?

"And two for Iris," Misty said.

Iris didn't hear Misty. Her reaction came not from pleasure, but fright. Her orgasm had been small. But for a moment, she was convinced she would die. How could blood not cover her crotch with the pain she had felt? And something else was missing. The pokéball toy wasn't there, but she could still feel its buzz. She reached beneath her crotch again. Her sex was swollen and hard, and vibrated on its own. Could she have? She stuffed two fingers inside herself. She did! Her pussy had swallowed the toy whole! How could she get it out? Would she ever? The fright returned. Iris's mind blocked all outside input as she silently wept with the pokéball toy vibrating inside her.

David and Daniel were oblivious to what was happening with the girls. They wore only their stockings and lace gloves, in their respective red and blue. Each had both hands gripping his twin's hips to help steady their cock sucking.

Suddenly, David pulled his pelvis back, his cock out of Daniel's mouth. Daniel nodded and pushed himself up to sit. Daniel knew that meant his brother felt the beginning of an orgasm coming on, and neither of them wanted cum in their mouth. As David fumbled his hands about him, Daniel rolled onto his stomach and pushed himself up onto his hands and knees, just in time for David to find the ridiculous pump bottle of pecha flavored lube.

"Who comes up with shit like this?" David whispered while pressing the bottle's head repeatedly.

David dropped the bottle and looked at the clear, pink lube in his hand. It didn't stretch, but globbed like jelly. David took a sniff and a lick. He shook his head, thinking the stuff smelled and tasted exactly like pecha flavored Kool-Aid, but with the texture of that clear, goopy hand sanitizer stuff.

"Who comes up with shit like this?" David whispered again while rubbing the lube on his cock.

David stroked himself several times, pulling back his foreskin to cover every part of his shaft, and smirking at the sound it made. He huffed and grabbed his brother Daniel's ass-cheeks in front of him. He pulled them apart and poked roughly at his asshole, faltering several times before plunging his boyhood inside. Daniel squeaked and winced at the momentary twinge of pain. David wasted no time. He thrust into Daniel's rectum as hard and fast as he could from the start. Daniel grit his teeth and grunted occasionally as he felt his brother's cock tugging back and forth inside his rectum.

"That's not very comfortable," Daniel whispered.

"Yeah," David replied. "That other stuff worked way better than this pink stuff."

"Give me the bottle," Daniel whispered.

David let one hand off of Daniel's butt, still thrusting into his brother as he fumbled the hand about to find the bottle again. He tossed it forward and took Daniel's ass cheek back into his hand. Daniel rolled the bottle around in his hands, seemingly unaware of being sodomized, as he read its fine print.

"Here's why," Daniel said. "This is vagina lube, not butt lube."

"Dammit!" David replied.

Despite this, David didn't ass fuck Daniel any gentler, and Daniel didn't object. David pushed Daniel forward as he pulled back, and pulled his brother back as he thrust in. The fleshy membranes pulled David's foreskin back on the thrust, and pushed it forward on the pull. Daniel clenched his fists. He exhaled sharply each time David hilted him. He felt David press his fingertips hard into his ass-cheeks, telling him that his brother again felt an orgasm coming on. David thrust faster and harder, sighing as his pelvis slapped Daniel's butt. The pressure rose in his urethra, and his cockhead began to pulse in throb pleasure. Daniel grabbed the pillow in front of him and squeezed it against his chest as David's harder thrusts chafed his insides just a bit. Still, he didn't object. A few more seconds of ever intensifying sex and David dribbled what little seed his twelve year old body could muster into his brother's asshole. Daniel barely felt it, though David's breath and pelvis shook in pleasure.

"Your turn," David said, pulling out.

"Sure," Daniel said, nodding.

David fell onto his hands and knees and turned around to face his own boy ass to Daniel. Daniel let go of his pillow, grabbed the bottle of lube, and stood up on his knees to shuffle around and face David. Daniel looked again at its fine print and bit his lower lip. It wasn't the right type of lube, but he had nothing else. He pressed the bottle's head, squeezing a dose onto his other hand. He kept pumping out more and more until it formed a pile in his hand that almost spilled between his fingers. Like his brother before him, Daniel stroked himself with the lube to cover his hard boyhood. Drops of the stuff fell onto the bed. He wiped what was left afterward between his brother's ass cheeks.

David turned his head back toward Daniel. "What're you doing?"

"Wrong lube, like I said. So I've got to use more of it," Daniel answered.

David nodded and turned his head back. He let his front fall and rested his head in his crossed arms. Daniel wiped his slicked hand on the blanket before grabbing and spreading David's ass as had been done to him. He too poked around several times before hitting his target and plunging his length inside his brother with a slurp. David grunted and winced at the pressure, but his face relaxed as Daniel began fucking him. With so much of that lube, even if it were the wrong kind, he felt no friction, only pressure.

Daniel let his head fall back and breathed deep as he rhythmically thrust into his twin's asshole. Like his brother did to him, he pushed and pulled David to coincide with his thrusts. Daniel, however, fucked David's ass much faster than David did his. He could, and had to, due to the lack of friction. In turn, he also had to push and pull his brother by the ass much faster.

"Spread your legs," Daniel huffed.

"Why?" David asked.

"'Cause my arms are getting tired," Daniel answered.

"What?" David asked.

"So I can get to your butthole without using my hands!" Daniel almost shouted.

"Oh," David said, and wriggled legs apart, spreading his ass as Daniel kept fucking him.

"Now push back against me," Daniel said.

Daniel sighed in relief as he dropped his arms to his sides and their burning soreness turned into cool tingles. David pushed back as Daniel slammed his pelvis into his brother's ass. He pushed David forward, who came back to be slammed again. David bounced back and forth against his brother's cock. Their tiny scrotums swung in sync, rubbing against each other as Daniel hilted his brother. The slapping, slurping, and sucking they made could likely be heard in the next room if it weren't empty.

Daniel's breath sped up as he winced and grit his teeth. Even humping this fast was tiring, but he felt the familiar pressure and dull aching pleasure in his urethra, so he didn't let up. Instead, he started to whine quietly through his nose, telling David that his orgasm was approaching. David pushed back against Daniel's thrusts extra hard in anticipation. Daniel then sighed and slowed his thrusts to a less painful pace as his cockhead throbbed and felt ablaze. He whined again as he poured the small amount of cum his body could make into his brother's ass.

After his orgasm subsided, Daniel pulled out with and extra-loud slurp, and his boyhood began to shrink. Daniel fell back into a sit. David sat up and turned to face his brother. They looked at each other's crotches. As sexed up as the twins were, they were still so young, and hadn't learned a few important lessons. Their cocks didn't come out of the ordeal completely clean.

"Let's hit the shower," David said.

"Yeah," Daniel responded, nodding.

Even then, the Snyder girls did not notice what had become of their pet show. Each one wobbled her head in a trifle of dizziness. Their pussies would not relent. The sensations given by their pokéball toys would not dull despite all of them having cummed twice.

May and Dawn both threw their heads back and yelped at the same time. Their arms shivered in fatigue from holding the pokéball toys against their slits for so long. They gnashed their teeth and squeezed their eyes shut. Dawn pressed her fingers against her clit again. They rolled their shoulders and wriggled their feet. They panted at their third orgasms, even stronger than their first two. It didn't make any sense! Why would the third be even stronger? Iris's pills couldn't be that powerful. Could they? They dripped feminine juice onto the carpet, but still nothing compared to Iris.

"And May and Dawn lose!" Misty shouted. "Fuck!"

Soon as she made her declaration, Misty's body tensed. It came without warning, without buildup. Misty's clit tingled and burned and throbbed in pleasure. She barely noticed David and Daniel walking by her into the bathroom as she growled. Misty rolled her sex in circles against the pokéball toy.

"No!" Misty screamed. "No! No! No! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"

Misty fell forward onto her hands and knees and panted for several seconds as her sore, red pussy dripped its last drop onto the carpet. She heaved for breath and then shouted through her teeth with a snarl. She sat back and beat her fists on the floor several times. Finally, she stood and pointed at Iris.

"How did you win, Iris?!" Misty yelled. "Tell me how you did it!"

Iris didn't respond. She had long since curled into the fetal position, continuing to weep silently as she covered her sex with her hands.

"Iris?" May asked.

"What's wrong?" Dawn asked.

May and Dawn both poked Iris in the shoulder. Iris shook her head, whining and shutting her eyes. Having no sympathy, Misty put her hands on her hips, approached Iris, and pushed her sister onto her back with a foot. May and Dawn gasped at what they saw. Even Misty raised an eyebrow.

"It's all the way inside her," Dawn said.

"I can't get it out!" Iris screamed.

"Well at least turn it off!" May shouted.

Iris shook her head again and blinked. Why didn't she think of that before? She reached a middle-finger into her pussy to feel for the pokéball toy's button, and pressed it. Iris's eyes rolled back and she grunted in relief as the terrible ache inside her finally subsided. She then winced and whined as an even more terrible burning soreness replaced it.

"I can't believe Iris actually won," Dawn whispered.

"I can," May grumbled, crossing her arms. "With that thing all the way in, it wasn't touching her clit."

"That's cheating!" Misty screamed, waving her arms through the air. "Iris cheated! She's disqualified!"

"You never said that couldn't happen," May replied.

"But I got those toys out just so we wouldn't cheat!" Misty shouted.

"But we never came up with any rules," Dawn replied. "Oh shit! That means I have to have sex with a Pokémon!"

"No!" May yelled. "So do I!"

"I don't," Misty said. "Iris is disqualified. That makes me the winner."

"I vote Iris the winner," May said.

"Me too," Dawn said.

A scream of pain caused Misty, May, and Dawn to flinch. They looked at Iris, who heaved with watering eyes and a deadpan expression. Her arms poked out from between her legs, holding her pokéball toy behind her.

"You won, Iris," May said.

"I did?" Iris mumbled. "Okay."

"How'd you get that thing all the way inside you?" Dawn asked.

"How did I get it out?" Iris asked, only partly aware it had been in response to Dawn's question.

Slowly, Iris began to breathe deeper and smoother. Trembles grew into motions, and Iris eventually found the strength to stand. She dropped her pokéball toy and looked around. Iris grabbed her leggings and hopped and faltered about as she tried to pull them on, ignoring her panties on the floor. Still aware of her soaked sash, she grabbed it as well and bunched it up under her arm before shambling to the door and out of the suit. Sweat dripped from her nose as she fiddled with the doorknob.

Misty, May, and Dawn stood dumbfounded for a moment. Misty at last noticed the sound of the shower running in the bathroom. She stomped up to the bathroom door with clenched fists and a clenched face, and pounded on it.

"You're pet show sucked Gogoat balls!" Misty shouted. "You're gonna go straight to Tala's room when you're done in there and learn to have sex like proper girls tonight or else I'm revoking your re-grading privileges!"

--6--

Seen lay in bed in his room, purposefully on the opposite side of the hotel as those of the Snyder girls and their literal boy toys. It looked the same as theirs: red carpets, butter colored walls, and white quilts on the king-sized bed. The door opened to a kitchenette on the right and bathroom on the left. Seen's clothes were thrown about the floor, and Seen himself read something on a tablet while only in his polka dot boxers and socks.

The knob on the hotel room door rattled, catching Seen's attention. "Tala? That you? I'm not in the mood right now to--"

Seen yelped and dropped the tablet onto his stomach as the door flew open with a bang and hit the wall. Iris put her foot down and ran into the room. She dropped her sash and slammed the door shut with both hands before turning to Seen.

"Iris?" Seen asked. "The hell's your problem?"

"I want you to inspect my vagina!" Iris shouted.

"You what?!" Seen asked.

"I want you to inspect my vagina!" Iris shouted back. "If you don't, I'll tell everyone how I had sex with you. I don't care about getting expelled. Now inspect my fucking vagina!"

Seen threw his hands up and shook his head. "Why?"

"Because there's something wrong with it!" Iris shouted.

Seen rolled his eyes. He swatted the tablet off of his stomach and sat up. "Fine."

Iris was stiff, as if freezing, with a look of sorrow and fright. Sweat covered her face. Still, she managed sprint toward and leap up onto the bed with Seen, landing on her butt with her legs out in front of her. Iris spread her legs and wriggled her leggings down around her knees with her thumbs. She turned her head and squeezed her eyes shut after presenting herself, not wanting to see Seen's reaction to whatever she had.

Seen huffed and shook his head and then scooted up between Iris's legs. He bent over and looked long at Iris's vulva. He placed a hand on it and spread her open with a thumb and forefinger, and looked just as long. Iris shook the whole time, almost hyperventilating.

"It looks pretty sore, but--"

"What do you mean sore?!" Iris shouted, looking back at Seen.

"I dunno... puffy, red, like you used a toy that was too big for too long. You'll be fine in a couple days."

"Well there's something else wrong and I want you to tell me what it is," Iris whimpered.

Seen sighed and dropped his head into his hands. Iris held her breath until he ran his fingers through his hair a few times and nodded. Iris looked away and squeezed her eyes shut as Seen spread her open again. He looked for only a few more seconds before removing his hand and smelling it. He wiped his fingers on the quilt.

"I can't see or smell anything wrong," Seen said.

"Are you sure? I mean, there is something," Iris replied.

Seen shrugged. "Besides your weird shape, I can't see anything--"

Iris shot her eyes open and looked at Seen. "What do you meant weird shape!? Tell me, right now!"

Seen turned his head away and shielded it with his hands as Iris yelled at him. He relaxed after. "You're a natural size queen. But I already knew that. I've known that since the first time we met."

"What do you mean?" Iris asked, shaking her head. "What's a size queen?"

"You Snyder girls are just as perverted as I am and you don't know what a size queen is?" Seen asked.

Iris shook her head.

Seen rolled his eyes again. "Vaginas have lots of different shapes. You've got one of the rarest."

"Rare?" Iris said. "Rare how?"

"You've got huge fucking labia majora and no labia minora at all," Seen answered. "You know what those are, right?"

Iris nodded. "I thought labia minora were supposed to grow in. I just thought my sisters got them early."

Seen shook his head. "No. They get bigger as you grow up. But if you don't have them to begin with, you'll never get them."

Iris shivered harder. "So that's what's wrong with me?"

"I never said it was wrong, just rare," Seen answered. "Rare and wrong are two different things. And like I said, it makes you a natural size queen."

"Again, what is that?" Iris asked.

Seen lightly smacked his face and then rubbed his eyes. "It means it's easy for you to fit really big things inside your vagina. It's easy to train yourself to do that. Not that other girls can't do that. It's just easier for you. ...Why? Is that what happened?"

Iris nodded. "A toy shaped like a pokéball."

"A pokéball's a damn big thing to fit into such a little girl," Seen said. "It's pretty damn rare to see that. But like I said, rare and wrong are two different things. I know some girls who'd kill to have what you've got."

"So does that mean that... my shape is... normal?" Iris asked, twiddling her fingers.

Seen shrugged. "Technically."

"Well there's something else wrong," Iris said.

"What?" Seen groaned.

Iris reached forward to grab her ankles and pulled them toward her so she could sit cross-legged. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth several times, hesitating to speak. At last, "I peed myself when I was masturbating."

Seen blinked and shook his head. "Wha, what do you mean?"

"I mean exactly what I said!" Iris shouted. "But there was something weird about it."

"What?"

"It didn't smell like pee," Iris answered. "I couldn't smell anything."

Seen sighed, rolled his eyes, and rubbed his temples. "You didn't pee yourself. You squirted."

"I what?" Iris asked.

Seen shook his head. "You mean you... how the hell... you don't know what that is?"

Iris shook her head. Seen rolled his eyes again and then slumped his body as he dropped his head forward. He inhaled sharply as he looked back up and righted his posture.

"That wasn't pee," Seen said. "It was lube, your lube specifically. I take it that's the first time you used that particular toy?"

Iris bit her lower lip, held her hands to her chest, and nodded.

"It means the orgasm you had was a hell of a lot bigger than anything you've ever had before, if that's never happened before, that is."

"But it didn't happen to my sisters," Iris said.

"All girls can squirt if they orgasm hard enough," Seen said. "But they all squirt different amounts. Some girls only do a couple drops. Some do more. You obviously do more."

"So that means that was also normal?" Iris asked.

"Again, technically," Seen restated.

"There's something else," Iris said.

"A third thing?" Seen asked, his eyebrow raised.

"It's something else," Iris said. "And if you tell anyone else what it is then I'll make sure you spend the rest of your life in jail."

Seen dropped his head into his hand and rubbed his temples again. "I don't appreciate being talked to like this."

"I don't care!" Iris said, beating the bed with her fists. "It's that important!"

"Do you even know who you're talking to Iris? You have any idea how many people have to trust me to keep their identities secret? How many lives would be ruined if I didn't? Thousands. And I haven't slipped up with a single one of them so far. So if there's anyone who's going to treat a secret professionally, it's me. Oh, and by the way, I'm quite used to being threatened."

Seen stared into Iris's eyes, who stared back into his. But Iris kept her gaze strong despite weeping. Seen couldn't stop blinking. He eventually looked away. It was true that Seen was used to being threatened, but most threats he received were bluster and bluff. But unlike the others, the Snyder girls could destroy him. Seen himself had tried to bluff Iris, but it didn't work. Now he couldn't even try to stare her down.

Iris broke the silence. "I just want to be sure, okay? It's just that... well... I mean... you know... It's that I... I'm... I'm something else... I'm just--"

"A poképhile?" Seen asked.

"Nooo!" Iris screamed. "I mean, how did you?"

"It was obvious the first time we met. You didn't react when I described how I had sex with Pokémon; you had to mimic your sisters. And even with your size-queen vagina, you couldn't have taken me like you did without a lot of experience. You also didn't react to dripping my semen all over the floor, so you had to have had experience there too. But you were terrified of getting pregnant. That wouldn't be a problem with a Pokémon though. It was obvious."

Throughout Seen's monologue, Iris arms began to shake harder and harder. Seen ignored this, thinking it was nerves until she laid a hand on his arm. He cocked his head at her hand. It felt odd. He felt Iris's sweaty forehead.

"Iris, you have a fever," Seen said. "Did you eat something strange?"

"Uhng..." Iris groaned. Despite Seen's assurances, she didn't want to tell him what she did. She slurred as she made something up. "I took a pill to help me relax. I didn't want to freak out talking to you. I have panic attacks. I must be allergic or something."

Seen knew Iris was lying, but said nothing of it. He did not want to provoke her given the power she held over his life, and her frightened state. "Okay. Let's go to the bathroom and I'll get you some Tylenol. That should get your fever down just a bit. We can keep talking in there."

Seen jumped off the bed and grabbed Iris's hand. Iris hopped off and had no trouble walking beside Seen, surprising him. Iris squeezed her eyes shut and held her breath as they walked. Seen looked up and down Iris, looking for anything strange, and found it. Despite how much it had been used already, Iris's pussy had already moistened again. But he thought it best keep silent.

Seen and Iris walked into the bathroom. He sat her on the rim of the freestanding tub and turned to rummage through the drawers. Iris winced and dug both her forefinger nails into her clit, scratching it raw. Her pussy erupted into throbbing aches, dripping onto the floor. Iris bit her tongue until bled to keep from whining, but Seen still clearly heard her sniffles. He ignored them, and dumped two Tylenol capsules into his hand before tossing the still open bottle back into the drawer, spilling capsules.

Iris gasped and stiffened her body as she heard a throat clearing in front of her. She tentatively opened her eyes to see Seen holding an open hand with two capsules to her. He seemed aloof to the sight of her scratching her clit with a body tensed like a rolled up Sandshrew.

"Take them," Seen said. "I'm not letting you walk out of here with a fever without taking them."

Iris lowered her head and blushed. She nodded after a minute and grabbed the capsules from Seen's hand. She tossed them in her mouth and swallowed.

"Need water?" Seen asked.

Iris shook her head. Seen sat down on the toilet across from Iris and crossed his legs. Iris bent forward and squeezed her legs together, her hands between them. Her breath fluttered and she shivered. The throbs and itches of want between her legs pained her.

"You still need more?" Seen asked.

Iris only whined at the question.

"Go ahead," Seen said. "It's not like we haven't been way more intimate than this."

Iris exhaled sharply. Seen was right. She let her body relax and began breathing deeper as she let herself go. Iris barely opened her legs, just enough to let herself scratch her clit with the nails of her forefingers again. Seen idly glanced away.

"What am I going to do if anyone finds out?" Iris whimpered. "I'll never be part of high society again. And I'll never be uneducated and poor. I'll never fit in anywhere!"

"Where exactly did you and your sisters get the idea that poképhilia was exclusive to the poor and uneducated?" Seen asked.

"That's what everyone at Le Tournesol says!" Iris shouted.

Iris shouted not because she was upset, but because she had just orgasmed. She clenched her feet and squeezed her shoulder blades together as juice dripped from between her legs like a leaky faucet. The tap shut off after a few seconds, and Iris relaxed.

"I'm not going to tell you that everything'll be alright and you don't have to be scared of who you are, because that's not true," Seen said. "Poképhilia is fringe at best even where it's not illegal. Why do you think us Libertines live so far away from any town and never do our own grocery shopping? But one thing I can tell you for sure is that the staff at Le Tournesol who barf out that whole 'poképhile peasants' Muk shit know full well it's Muk shit."

Iris looked up and barely opened her eyes. "The staff don't say that. It's the big kids in the school, the kids of world leaders mega-billionaire CEOs. They're the ones who say that."

"You're father's not the only way a student can take unfair advantage at Le Tournesol you know," Seen said.

Iris shook her head. "No, I don't know. What do you mean?"

"They're in it with the deans," Seen said. "The deans bribe those big kids to say only trailer trash are poképhiles. And they don't even have anything against poképhilia! The real reason they do that is because they don't want anyone associated with them associating with us Libertines. But they can't say that so they attack poképhilia instead hoping to find some roundabout way to keep us away."

"But that means that I," Iris hesitated to finish her sentence. "But you're taking us on vacation."

"And I'm pretty sure the deans at Le Tournesol don't want to have anything to do with the Snyders anymore," Seen said. He shook his head. "I'm sorry Iris, but they'll probably find some trumped up excuse to expel you all as soon as they can."

Iris began to weep. "But you're the one who set up this vacation! You even wanted kids from Le Tournesol yourself!"

"There are other stupidly fancy elitist private schools," Seen replied. "And the richest kids of all are usually homeschooled by twenty some odd tutors. I wanted to find kids who didn't care about getting expelled."

"But we're here," Iris said. "And the school doesn't want us anymore. And I'm a poképhile. And people are gonna start talking just because we're here. And then what'll happen to us? What'll happen to me?"

Seen sighed. He opened his arms and nodded. "Come here."

Iris stood hobbled into Seen's lap. She curled her legs into her body and wrapped her arms around them, making Seen have to hold her.

"You ever heard a joke called the aristocrats?" Seen asked.

Iris shook her head.

"Well," Seen began. "This family shows an act to a talent agent. And you describe this act by just spending half an hour spewing the most disgusting things you could ever possibly think of them doing. And you end it with the agent asking 'what the hell is that?' And the family says, 'the aristocrats'."

"I don't get it," Iris said.

"You know firsthand how much debauchery goes on in high society," Seen replied. "Just look at your dad. Just look at yourselves. Just look at me. And you know what else?"

"What?" Iris asked.

"Most of my clients are rich."

"What!?" Iris yelled.

Seen nodded. "Yeah, and they have to be. The cheapest accommodations at Freakland are four hundred a night. And it's two thousand for the master suite--double that if you want it on a Sunday. And that's a fraction of what you've got to spend to get my off-the-menu comps, if you know what I mean."

"That... doesn't make any sense," Iris whispered.

"Half my clients are high priced lawyers, the kind of company that'd be right at home with your dad," Seen said. "Then there's the real estate hoarders, the investment heirs, the pokétech, banking, and marketing VPs. The only middle-classers that go to Freakland are ones that saved up for the trip for a long time. No, I don't think a few new poképhiles are going to raise any eyebrows among the jet set."

"Really?" Iris asked.

"Really," Seen answered. He noticed Iris relaxing in his arms and held her a little looser. "Activists, on the other hand... well they'll probably be at your door with torches and pitchforks."

Iris giggled.

Seen continued. "But whatever anyone says, most Pokémon have enough power to rip an average human limb from limb, or blast them into smithereens, or whatever. So if Pokémon always felt abused by having sex with humans, then I'd think a hell of a lot more poképhiles would be a hell of a lot deader than they are."

Seen sat holding Iris for some time more, both silent until--

"Thanks," Iris whispered.

Seen noticed a prick of cold on his leg. He looked down to see Iris's pussy once again swollen and wet. He set Iris on the floor, who stood up and looked at him. Seen put his hands on Iris hips and felt her legs barely shaking. Seen sighed and dropped and shook his head.

"Make sure you take a couple Tylenol when you wake up next morning." Seen said. "If you've still got a fever after that, I'm taking you to the ER, and they'll figure it out what you did. So I suggest you don't do it again, whatever it was. In the meantime, you take care of your needs and I'll go for a walk."

Seen let Iris slip from his grasp and stand on the floor. Seen stood to leave, but stopped and looked back when Iris grabbed his wrist. She stared at him with glazed eyes and an expression of fatigue. Seen looked back and forth between her face and her hand.

"What is it?" Seen asked.

"I want you to take care of my needs," Iris answered.

"Why me?" Seen asked.

"'Cause I just thought so much about you having sex with a hundred different kinds of Pokémon," Iris answered. "And so getting it from you is kinda like getting it from a hundred different Pokémon at once."

"What about getting pregnant?" Seen asked. "That really seemed to freak you out the first time."

"Don't worry," Iris said. "After that, daddy got us all IUDs."

Seen recoiled and winced in shock. "Where the fuck did he find a surgeon willing to stick IUDs in eleven year olds?"

Iris cocked her head and smirked with closed eyes. "Laos!"

Seen shook his head. "Sorry I asked."

Seen had been ready to turn off his tablet and go to sleep when Iris kicked the door in. He was not in the mood to console, and certainly not in the mood for sex. He glared at Iris for a moment with angry, droopy eyes and a slack jaw. Iris pouted back at him and yanked his arm several times.

"I still own you, Seen," Iris said.

Seen sighed and nodded. Despite opening up to him, Iris did still own Seen. At any time she could get him fined millions and shamed in the media--which was far worse than any fine--for trying to rig the vacation contest. The girls couldn't prove they'd had sexual relations, but with their resources they could make sure that such an accusation would destroy his business.

Seen tensed and squinted at an ugly thought. He had always been caretaker and dominator. Was he losing this role to a bunch of eleven year old girls?

"Fine," Seen huffed.

Iris nodded with a smug smirk and ran out of the bathroom, dragging Seen behind her by the hand. Seen had to hop and hobble to keep upright until Iris let go of his wrist and leaped up onto the bed. Iris got up on her hands and knees and pushed her hair aside, exposing her bare ass and wiggling it at Seen. Seen gazed at Iris's little latte mound just peeping open in arousal. A single drop of fluid fell from it onto the bed. She was still red and sore inside.

"I take it back," Seen said.

"What?" Iris asked.

"You won't be fine in a couple days. It's gonna take way longer," Seen said. "And I don't buy the whole relax-pill thing. What did you do to yourself?"

"Ask me that again and you'll get something you really don't want," Iris said. She wiggled her ass again. "Now come here and give me that Pokémon gang-bang!"

"You know what gang-banging is but not squirting," Seen whispered, shaking his head.

"I'm waiting," Iris said in a singsong voice.

Despite her playfulness, Seen could tell Iris was in dire need. Her wrists shivered and she barely held back from cringing. Another drop fell from her pussy. Seen crawled atop the bed and flopped over onto his back with his legs hanging off the end. He put his hands on Iris's hips.

"Sit back," Seen said.

"Why?" Iris asked.

Iris yelped as Seen pulled down on her hips. She got the idea and sat up on her knees. Seen slid his hands back to grab Iris's tiny ass cheeks. Pulling down harder, he planted Iris's pussy on his mouth. Iris grit her teeth and whined as Seen dragged his tongue hard up and down her slit. He plunged his tongue inside Iris's sex, tasting its tang, but also feeling it swollen and smoother than it should be. He ate Iris out, in fact, to feel how sore her pussy was with the most sensitive part of his body. Seen swirled his tongue around Iris's tiny clit, feeling the soreness in that as well. Seen came to a decision, but first he had to finish pleasuring Iris orally.

Iris arched her back and pushed her pelvis against Seen's mouth. Though his human mouth was no match for most Pokémon tongues, the thought of him spreading the essence of countless pleasured Pokémon through her cunt made Iris sigh. Thinking of that, Iris ground her pussy against Seen's mouth.

Iris put her hands on Seen's hands to steady herself. She started to pant as Seen focused his energy on her tiny clit. He pushed her hood back with his tongue so he could gently teeth the overside of her clit. He rubbed his tongue back and forth against its underside. Iris squeaked.

"How the hell do you do this when the pet boys can't do anything?" Iris whimpered. "But you're still nothing compared to my boyfriend."

Seen paused. That was the first time he'd heard Iris say that word. She must have referred to her Pokémon, but it was still odd to hear.

"That's relative," Seen said. "And most of what I do is just getting over squeamishness,"

"What do you mean?" Iris asked.

Seen didn't answer. He pushed back Iris's hood again and retook her clit between his tongue and teeth. He continued rubbing both sides, a little harder this time. Iris responded by bending back and squeezing Seen's hands. She ground her pussy a bit harder into Seen's mouth as she felt that warm tickle build up in her little nub. It came on far faster than Iris was prepared for. She huffed and tensed her feet, legs, and ass-cheeks as her clit throbbed in pleasure. She whined as it felt uncomfortably hot, having already felt itself climax four times in the past hour.

Seen swallowed as Iris dripped her juices into his mouth. She stopped moving her hips and pushed her pussy hard against Seen's mouth as she felt the final spasm of her orgasm. Iris huffed a few times and then sat back on Seen's chest to let the melty feelings of afterglow flow down her back.

Iris looked down at Seen, squinted, and blinked. "How come I didn't squirt?"

"You didn't orgasm hard enough," Seen answer.

"Oh shit," Iris squeaked.

Already, Iris's pussy started to moisten again. Her mons, pussy, and clit burned and itched from so much use, but still needed more. Iris fell forward onto her hands and knees and crawled to the head of the bed. She rested on her chest with her head turned aside so she could hug a pillow. Her ass stuck up in the air.

"Make me squirt or else!" Iris said.

Seen had no desire to know what 'else' meant. He swung his legs to his side and sat up on the bed. Seen crawled up beside Iris to open the drawer of the black end-table beside the bed. Iris turned her head to him.

"What are you doing?" Iris groaned.

"Getting lube," Seen answered.

"I've already got some in my pocket over there on the floor."

Seen nodded. "I know. I saw it. Two hundred dollar crap." He took a large, nondescript white tube out of the drawer and showed it to Iris. Plasma Chelata de Transfigurat Gummi , it said. "This is the primo stuff. Nothing works better."

"How would you know?" Iris asked.

"It's my label," Seen answered. "And this one's got aloe, witch hazel, and fennel... pheno... something, so it should help with the soreness."

Seen pushed himself up onto his knees and pulled down his boxers. His flaccid cock flopped over. Seen snapped open the tube cap and squeezed out a dab of what looked like pink toothpaste across his index finger. Iris watched intently, but more out of curiosity than arousal. Seen dropped the still open tube and began stroking his inhuman cock. In a minute, the dab of opaque pink stuff expanded into a mass of stringy, stretchy, translucent ooze, and his length reached nearly up to his chest. Seen couldn't wrap his fingers entirely around his own member. Even if she were as experienced as Seen, Iris knew this would be a most bizarre sight.

"You said dittos did that?" Iris asked.

Seen nodded. "I'd never have gone this far if I knew what would happen. Most Pokémon just can't take me. And I can't even beat off at all!" Seen tried failingly to cup his equally inhuman balls in a single hand. "And I've got to wear baggy pants because of these P.O.S.es."

"How does it happen?" Iris asked.

"You ever heard of totipotent stem cells?" Seen asked.

Iris nodded.

"Well, Ditto cells are like... omnipotent stem cells," Seen said. "They can just insert their own cells between yours and presto chango."

"Then why don't doctors use dittos?" Iris asked.

Seen rocked his head side to side. "Most people reject the new cells. And lots of times the Ditto cells reject their new host. I was such a total fucking dumbass for what I did. I should've tested a tiny spot on my arm first. I could've died, or even worse, become a eunuch."

Iris winced and whimpered at the image Seen put into her head. Seen turned his head toward the noise and saw Iris in concentration, looking at but not noticing him. A glance back revealed her arm extended between her legs, her fingers clawing at her sex. How long had she been at that? Seen then mistook her whimpers as sexual, especially after she started dry-sobbing in pain from scratching her pussy, an act she couldn't stop.

"So what do you want me to do?" Seen asked.

"Whatever it takes! I don't care!" Iris growled.

Seen scooted back and grabbed the tube of 'his own label' just long enough to squeeze another dab onto his fingertip. He brushed it up the length of Iris's pussy as she nearly made it bleed from her fingernails. Iris sighed as the burn soothes. She fingered herself faster as the lube spread over and into her sex. Her fingers worked up the dab of opaque paste into mounds of clear strings. Iris pulled her hand back as she felt something slick and round poke her between her legs. She sighed in relief again as her burning arm tingled and cooled.

Seen pressed his cockhead gently between Iris's mons. Her pussy was burning hot, though he couldn't tell if it was from the fever, scratching, or both. He pushed a little harder, and his glans slipped easily inside Iris. Seen paused for a moment in confusion, for Iris didn't react to his penetration. He remembered how it pained Iris to take his girth last time. Seen shook his head, remembering that Iris had just taken a toy the size of a pokéball.

"Come on Seen, I haven't got all day," Iris said.

"Yes you do," Seen replied.

"Shut up! You know what I mean!" Iris shouted.

Seen laughed, making Iris harrumph. Still, Seen thrust forward, testing Iris's sex. He again reached four inches before hitting her cervix. Iris barely gasped and curled her hips down at the sensation, so Seen pushed further, squishing Iris's cervix back another inch before she would no longer give easily. It seemed Iris had grown a little since last time. Moreover, she was one of the girls who didn't find cervical pressure painful.

"My sister's going to be so fucking jealous of you," Seen said.

"Why?" Iris asked.

Seen shook his head. "Nevermind. Say, you wanna see a pretty cool trick?"

"What kind of trick?" Iris asked.

"It's hard to describe," Seen answered. "You'll just have to see it."

"As long as you still make me squirt," Iris said.

Seen nodded. "Don't worry. I will."

"Go ahead then," Iris said.

Seen placed a hand on Iris's mound, pressing his middle fingers into her clit and slipping his others between her mons and pussy. He dug through her hair with his other hand and placed it on her sweaty neck, feeling her pulse with his ring finger and pinky, and feeling her neck's side and back with his other fingers.

Seen paused. Why was he doing this? Why not just satisfy Iris and get it all over with ASAP? Was he actually starting to accept being dominated, being cowed by these little girls?

Iris broke the pause. "What are you doing?"

"You'll see," Seen answered.

Seen began to move. He knew he didn't have to be gentle with Iris, so he thrust against her cervix again, forcing out another tiny gasp. Seen pulled back until only his glans remained inside her, and then plunged his cock back in. He fucked Iris fast and hard, bouncing her back and forth. The strange lube he used not only made the experience frictionless, but filled the room with wet and wicked sounds of all kinds. Iris clasped her hands together in front of her head.

"Make it louder!" Iris said.

"Louder?" Seen asked. "Suddenly I'm curious. Who this boyfriend of yours is?"

"What do you mean?" Iris asked.

"It usually takes people years not to get grossed out by noises like that," Seen answered.

Seen paused and Iris held her breath. A short while later, they both laughed out loud. Why did he laugh? He couldn't have been enjoying this, could he?

"There's only one way to make it louder," Seen said.

Seen let go of Iris's mound to grab the tube beside him yet again and squeeze yet another dab of paste onto his cock just behind his glans as he pulled back. He dropped the tube to reposition his fingers on her pussy and continued fucking Iris. Iris clenched her teeth and growled as she briefly felt the roughness of the paste, which quickly stretched into ropes of cooling slime. Iris grinned and giggled under her breath as she heard the vile noises of sex indeed get louder. She sighed as she felt a sharp heat start to build in her pelvis, and then Seen slowed down.

"What are you doing?" Iris asked.

"The trick," Seen answered.

"But I was about to cum!" Iris shouted.

"I know," Seen replied. "You're skin told me, and your pulse, and your coochie, as you girls like to call it."

"Well what's so great about that trick?" Iris asked.

"You'll see," Seen said again.

"I'm getting tired of hearing th aaa!"

Iris yelped as seen pushed his cock especially hard into her cervix. Seen continued thrusting back and forth inside Iris's pussy. She wettened with each thrust, though Seen couldn't tell, what with strings of clear pink lube stretching and squishing between them.

Seen felt Iris's pussy and neck barely tense, and her pulse barely jump. It was too much. He adjusted for this by moving his hips in a more circular motion, rather than straight back and forth. Seen's cock glided smoothly back and forth inside Iris, giving her only the pressure of fullness rather than striking her sensitive spots.

Seen felt Iris's clit shudder and heard her pant. Still too much. Seen slowed his thrusts and gripped Iris's clit hood between his middle and ring fingers and pulled it forward. He felt it working as Iris breathe softer and tense her pussy slower.

Seen felt a dull pleasure in his pelvis and stopped thrusting into Iris entirely. He stroked her clit within its hood as fast as he could, making her huff and wriggle her ass in Seen's pelvis. Seen began thrusting into Iris just before the dull pleasure within disappeared. Iris reacted immediately, tensing her pussy, breathing harder, and getting goosebumps. The pleasure began oozing up from within Seen again, and he smiled at how quickly he got his trick to work this time.

"And now, you'll see," Seen said.

"See wh aaa!"

Iris yelped again as Seen shoved his cockhead back into her cervix. He began fucking her in short, fast, and hard thrusts. He curled his hips up when he hit her cervix to rub his glans against it, enticing Iris to pant again. Seen breathed heavily himself as heat and pleasure crawled up his shaft. Seen no longer needed to feel Iris's signals, and removed his hand from her neck to wrap around her waist to steady himself. He moved his thumb against her clit to rub it through its hood. Seen's cockhead throbbed inside Iris as he fucked steadily shorter, faster, and harder still. Iris arched her back and tensed her ass, thighs, and legs. And then it happened. Seen sighed hard through his nose as heat and pleasure erupted in his cockhead. He shot a stream of hot, white seed directly against Iris's cervix, and kept fucking.

Iris felt the heat, and soon after felt the pressure as Seen unloaded another long stream inside her, and then another, and another. She squeaked in slight pain as she felt both of Seen's hands grab her mons and pull them tight against his cock, ensuring the majority of cum Seen pumped into her pussy would stay there. As Seen ground his glans into her cervix, building up more and more pressure from his seemingly endless orgasm, sharp pain mixed with the pleasure building in her sensitive spots, and Iris's pussy suddenly burned and ached in orgasm.

Iris shoved her face into the pillow she squeezed. She wailed into the pillow, more in surprise than sensation, as she felt hot liquid running down her thighs and legs, and knew it couldn't be Seen's strange lube or his cum, for it was watery. She felt the pressure inside her, feeling as it she peed, and only hoped it was something else.

Iris had lost traack of how long Seen had been cumming inside her. Seen himself didn't even try to keep track. But after so long, his squirts calmed into dribbles and he began slowing his motions. Seen stopped moving his cock just as his orgasm disappeared entirely. He left Iris whimpering into her pillow and her legs quivering in weakness.

"Open your eyes, Iris," Seen said. "Take a look."

Iris waited some seconds to regain her composure before turning her head so she could look between her own legs. Her mound looked a bit inflated, but not like it did when she swallowed the pokéball toy. Seen pulled out with a great slurp, and Iris grunted as the great pressure inside her pussy relieved itself. A near waterfall of Seen's white hot cum fell from between her mons and onto the blanket bellow. Iris shuddered and growled at the sight, which made waves of heat and cold run up her body.

"How did you..." Iris huffed. "How did you do..."

"How did I cum the same time you did?" Seen asked, finishing Iris's thought. He sat back on his haunches.

"Yeah," Iris said.

"Simple biomechanics," Seen answered. "Your pulse, hair follicles, sweat, tension, breath, and a bunch of other stuff, all tell me how close you are. So I just stop moving when I feel myself about to cum until you're about to. Took me five years to learn, and I only got a few months' use out of the damn trick."

"A few months?!" Iris shouted. "That was incredible!"

Seen laughed and placed his hands on his thighs. "Only the first few times. I do that enough times and you'll hate it because I'm taking longer to make you cum! By the way, did I make you squirt enough?"

Iris glanced back between her legs. Clear fluid ran in trails down her thighs and onto the blanket where it settled on either side of Seen's own mess.

"Yeah," Iris repeated.

Iris only then realized that her legs quivered. Iris let her knees slip out from under her and fell onto her stomach. She rolled over onto her back and stretched out. Seen stared in interest at her foot, observing how she didn't even seem to notice that she pushed it right through his cum. Finally out of that taxing position, Iris's felt relief in her legs and butt.

"You damn well better be right about having an IUD," Seen said.

"I told you, daddy took us to Laos to get them. Don't worry about getting any of us pregnant," Iris replied. "Now there's still more you've got to do."

Seen raised a single eyebrow. Iris raised one right back at him.

"If you value your freedom, then you'll do it," Iris said.

"And what is it?" Seen asked.

Iris didn't reply, but looked down at her foot stuffed through Seen's puddle of spunk. Iris wriggled her toes and watched strings of Seen's seed drip between them. She gave a single chuckle at realizing that it was still warm. Iris then flicked her leg, throwing the mess clear across the room.

Seen recoiled back, sneered, and squeezed his shoulders together. "Dammit Iris! Why'd you have to do that?"

"It was funny," Iris answered.

"What about the cleaners? What're they going to think?" Seen asked.

Iris shrugged. "It's not my room. Besides, you're the one who made the stuff spill out like that."

"Yeah, but I can take the blankets to the laundromat myself. I can't take the floor!" Seen said.

"Fill me up again," Iris said.

"What?" Seen asked.

"You can go five rounds straight," Iris said. "Or at least that's what your brother told me. And I wanted your stuff all... stuffed inside me. I didn't want it on the blanket."

Seen hadn't the strength of will left to object. Instead, his eyes glazed over and his expression turned blank at being so controlled and helpless. He considered his previous suspicions, and finally accepted them. With an amused huff, Seen resigned himself to his fate as yet another of the Snyder girls' pet boys. He Sat up on his knees and scooted forward toward Iris. He slid his hands up her legs and settled them on her hips. Seen didn't comment on Iris still having a fever or the fact that her eyes were dilated. The little girls had finally broken him. But he had been broken before, and he put himself back together again with the help of his parents' Pokémon. He would endure this. And then--

"I'm waiting," Iris said.

Seen nodded. He would no longer resist or question these girls. Seen once again grabbed the tube on the bed and squeezed a dab of pink paste onto his cockhead. He stroked himself until hard and the lube had expanded and turned transparent. At that point, he could no longer wrap his fingers fully around his cock, so he lined it up against Iris's mons and pushed inside.

"Yeah," Iris sighed. "Fill me up again and I'll show you my trick."

"And what would that be?" Seen said.

"You'll see," Iris said, winking. She giggled. "Now it's my turn to say that. Now fill me up with cum, dammit!"

Seen nodded. He began to move. Iris was now looser from use, allowing Seen to fuck her fast, though not hard. He still couldn't get more than a third of his length inside her before hitting Iris's cervix, and could only push it back another inch or so. Iris's eyes lidded and watered from Seen's fucking. Back and forth through her insides, he rubbed her pussy walls with his constantly shifting foreskin.

Iris whimpered and panted at the attention paid to her cunt. She licked her lips, tasting the salt of the sweat that coated her body. And she inhaled the stinks of their perspirations and sexual fluids. Iris herself didn't like it too much, but knew that he would.

"How many times?" Seen asked.

"What?" Iris asked back.

"How many times did you cum today?" Seen asked. "I lost count."

"So did I," Iris answered. "But this is about your cum. And you let it go to waste."

"How was I supposed to know?" Seen asked.

Iris didn't answer. She let her head fall to the side and basked in the feeling of such great pressure slithering through her sex, and the slurps that filled her ears, just like the ones he made. Just as Iris felt the slightest muscle-flutter from the rubbing of her clit and hammering of her cervix, Seen's cockhead began to throb.

"Here's what you want," Seen whispered.

Seen spoke the truth. He thrust faster and shorter into Iris, no longer pounding her cervix, as the pressure climbed his urethra. Seen squeezed Iris's hips in his fingers, making her squint and smirk in pain, but she didn't object. Seen finally sighed as the heat and pressure overtook his cockhead and he ejected a surge of cum into Iris's insides. No tricks this time. Seen didn't bother squeezing Iris's pussy around his gushing shaft, and spilled much fluid from her mons. But Iris still signed in contentment, feeling the hot fluid fill her, not as much as last time, of course, but more than enough. And the fact that it smeared over her mound just made it better for him.

Seen slowed and pulled out of Iris with a soft smacking sound. He pulled a great deal of cum out with him, which dribbled out of and pooled around her crotch. Enough still remained inside her for Iris to still feel pressure in her pussy.

Iris sighed and brought back her arms, lacing her fingers behind her neck. "And now my trick! And after that, you're gonna teach my boyfriend how to give better sex."

"How is it that you're still not satisfied?" Seen asked.

Iris didn't even consider the prospect until then. She didn't even try to remember how many times she'd climaxed that day. Only Seen's strange lube had made the experience tolerable. It took away the burn and sting, but the aches and soreness of overuse still pained Iris's pussy. And while those strange shakes and dizziness had disappeared, she still craved more sex.

Iris narrowed her eyes. "You won't ask me that again if you know what's good for you."

Seen shrugged. "So who's this boyfriend of yours?"

Iris reached into her hair and pulled out a shrunken pokéball.

Seen raised an eyebrow. "You keep your boyfriend in your hair?"

"Shut up," Iris Grumbled.

Iris enlarged and opened her pokeball. Arcing red energy escaped it and coalesced into a Fraxure with lidded eyes. Fraxure bent backward, rubbed his eyes, and growled his namesake. He then sniffed the air and shot his eyes open. He looked back and forth between Iris and Seen with an amazed gawk. Seen raised his other eyebrow.

"A Fraxure?" Seen said. "You really are a poképhile. Most of my clients only want to fuck the cute and fuzzy ones."

"Fraxure!" Fraxure shouted at Seen.

Seen didn't flinch, but he cocked his head in curiosity. He couldn't tell if Fraxure had vocalized in anger or agreement.

"Hey Liquorice," Iris said. "Seen here left me absolutely filthy. Think you can clean me up?"

Seen couldn't tell of Liquorice was the Fraxure's real name or just a term of endearment. He didn't ask.

"Frax!" Fraxure said, nodding.

Iris spread her legs. Fraxure's eyes widened as he saw streams of white cum still leaking from his mistress's sex, pooling on the blanket below. Iris closed her eyes and smiled as Fraxure dropped to his hands and feet and dived forward with his head cocked to the side so he could wriggle a flat tusk beneath Iris's ass instead of scraping it against her. He shoved his mouth hard between Iris's legs and shoved his tongue immediately as far as he could stretch it inside her.

Iris sighed and lifted her legs as Fraxure swirled his massive, rope-like tongue around and around inside her pussy. She settled her legs down on his shoulders as he grabbed her hips in his paws. Seen huffed and smirked at the downright sickly noises the Pokémon made while sucking his cum out of her pussy. He understood then why she so wanted to hear the sounds of sex. Seen laid on his side, head on his outstretched arm, to watch Iris's Pokémon eat her giant creampie, the only kind he could give. Even Seen was surprised by Fraxure's enthusiasm. The Pokémon sucked and slurped and lapped out Iris's sex until both the strange lube and Seen's spooge dripped from his chin.

So eager was Fraxure to eat Iris's pussy clean that he finished in less than a minute. He sat up on his haunches, leaned his head back, and heaved a great breath of relief. A glance showed Seen that Iris's pussy was completely empty of lube, juice, and cum. The puddle beneath her mound was gone. Only a coating of Fraxure's saliva remained.

Seen raised an eyebrow. "Damn. He's pretty ravenous, isn't he?"

Iris giggled. "Until now he's only cleaned out his own messes. But he always gets so excited when I talk about him cleaning up another man's. That's why I love him!"

"Frax," Fraxure grunted, nodding

"Licorice?" Iris asked.

"Xure?" Fraxure answered, looking down at Iris.

"Seen here's going to tell give you some lessons on how to please a girl," Iris said. "Take his advice to heart."

Fraxure looked at Seen, who sat up and looked back. After a time, Fraxure bellowed his namesake and extended a paw. Seen shook it and smiled.

"Now teach him how to please a girl, Seen," Iris said.

Seen looked away and paused between certain words. "Well... you certainly got the enthusiasm down when it comes to eating a girl out. And I can see how Iris calls you better at it than me... what with a tongue that big. But you can get better still. Once you've got the tongue and the technique... well... let's just see was Iris has to say about it."

"Frax," Fraxure said, nodding.

"Let me see your tongue up close so I'll know what you can best do with it," Seen said.

Fraxure stuck his tongue out. It was rounded, as long and thick as Seen's own cock. But it tapered to a sharp point, unlike any human penis.

"And how flexible is that tongue?" Seen asked.

Even Seen had to rear back in awe as he saw Fraxure tie his tongue in a complete knot. He untied his tongue and curled it into a bun. Fraxure unrolled and pulled his tongue back in his mouth and glared at Seen. It was hard to tell with those tusks, but Seen almost swore he could see Fraxure smiling at him.

"Now I really know why Iris says you're better with your mouth than me," Seen said. "So let's get to the lesson. Why don't you start eating Iris out again?"

Fraxure nodded and then turned back to Iris. He dropped back to his hands and knees and shoved his cocked snout back between Iris's legs, careful to wriggle a tusk beneath her ass. Iris squeaked as his tongue entered her passage and swirled about like a corkscrew. He bit down softly on Iris's mound. Iris again lifted her legs and settled them on Fraxure's shoulders. Seen again laid on his side with his head on his outstretched hand. He watched Fraxure's tongue disappear into Iris's depths and then twist. Iris whined through her nose and bit her lip.

"That's great, what you're doing, but not for stage one," Seen said. "Start by just licking her on the outside."

Fraxure paused and opened an eye wide to look at Seen as if the human had just spoken heresy.

"He knows what he's talking about, Fraxure," Iris said.

Fraxure narrowed his eye and grumbled deep from his belly, clearly not wanting to hold back like that, but he obeyed. Fraxure slowly dragged the sharp tip of his tongue up and down Iris's netherlips, barely parting them. Iris blinked and then looked down at Fraxure in something between curiosity and disappointment.

"I didn't say hold back," Seen said. "Just focus on the outside first. But lick as hard and fast as you want. That's how you make her want it. And don't worry if your tongue slips inside her for just a moment. That'll just make her want it more."

Fraxure sighed in relief and licked steadily harder and harder until he rocked his head to his licks and pulled Iris's mons up with his tongue.

Iris breathed harder and harder, and squinted narrower and narrower, until she gave a single, tiny squeak.

"Hear that noise she just made?" Seen asked.

Fraxure froze in the midst of dragging his tongue up between Iris's netherlips. He barely nodded, wriggling Iris's ass as he did. He dared not move more for fear of cutting her with his tusks.

"That's how you know she's ready for the next step," Seen said. "Now you can eat her out the way you usually do."

Fraxure sighed in relief and refocused his attention on Iris's latte pussy lips. He stuffed his tongue back inside his mistress and lapped in oval pattern inside her. Iris squeezed her eyes shut as he pressed so hard against the walls of her sex. The resumption of Fraxure's obscenely loud slurping made Iris chew on her tongue and pull her shoulders back.

"Again, A for effort," Seen said. "But Iris isn't just a jelly-jar. Try drawing this out a bit by pulling your tongue out and swirling it around juts inside those giant pussy lips"

Fraxure obeyed, though he had to pull his tongue mostly back into his throat to do so. He dragged its sharp tip along the mucus membranes just beneath her skin. He made Iris huff each time the sharp point of his tongue scraped over her clit-hood.

"Now shove it back inside," Seen said. "Pull it out again, every once in a while. But keep it short when you do. Again, that's just to make her want it more. Now to give it to her... Iris is a very unusual girl. It doesn't hurt her when you jab her cervix."

Fraxure paused again and opened his eyes to look at Seen.

Seen continued. "That tiny, slimy donut at the end of her pussy is her cervix. Try wrapping your tongue around it and giving it a good massage."

Fraxure again barely nodded, again afraid of cutting Iris with his tusk. He obeyed. He burrowed his tongue into his mistress until he felt the shape Seen spoke of. Iris whined, winced, and wriggled as he felt around it, familiarizing himself with it. The tickle almost drove Iris to push Fraxure away with her feet until he pressed his tongue against her cervix, satisfied that he had explored it fully. Iris closed her eyes and panted as Fraxure circled his tongue around the outside of her cervix, trying to squeeze it.

"Now she looks ready," Seen said. "Now try stuffing your tongue inside the hole in that tiny donut."

Fraxure obeyed, perhaps too much. He shoved the sharp tip of his tongue as hard and deep inside Iris's cervix as he could. Iris shrieked and squeezed Fraxure's head between her knees. She threw her body up and her hands out from behind her head to clutch her stomach.

"Pull out!" Seen shouted.

Fraxure sucked his tongue back into his throat with a slurp. He shot his eyes wide open and turned them to Seen. Iris fell back against the bed and looked wide-eyed at Seen as well. Some horrid pain, similar to being kicked in the diaphragm, filled her gut. It disappeared as soon as Fraxure removed his tongue.

"What the fuck did you do?!" Iris shouted.

Seen wasn't sure if Iris yelled at him or Fraxure. He paid her no mind anyway. "I'm too used to Lila," he whispered to himself.

"What?" Iris asked.

"Okay, maybe it doesn't hurt when you jab Iris's cervix, but it does when you penetrate it," Seen said to Fraxure.

Fraxure blinked, wagging his eyeballs at Seen. Seen figured that Fraxure too expressed confusion, but couldn't vocalize it or move his head in fear of hurting Iris. Seen briefly squinted at Fraxure, amazed that he kept so still after being startled like that.

Seen shook his head. "Nevermind. That was my mistake. Try it again, but this time don't try to push all the way through. If you can't slip in any further, don't try."

Fraxure turned his eyes back toward Iris and slipped his tongue inside her again. Iris again lidded her eyes and began panting as he pushed his tongue-tip into the organ at the back of her sex. He did as Seen said until he felt Iris's cervix become too tight, and then pushed no further. This time, Iris responded by throwing her arms against the blankets to help push her hips up into Fraxure's snout.

"So does that feel better, Iris?" Seen asked.

"Fuuuck," Iris sighed.

"I'll take that as a yes," Seen replied. "Now Fraxure, wiggle that tongue as fast as you can... just don't go any deeper."

Iris tensed her whole body as Fraxure jerked his tongue up and down, side to side, and around, halfway inside her cervix. Breathing heavy, she began grinding her crotch into Fraxure's snout. Her pores opened from the sensations, pouring sweat over Iris's body and making her whine and squirm against the blankets as she briefly itched all over.

Seen placed his fingertips on the key spots on her mound and the back of her neck. He felt for her impending orgasm, but this time for a different reason. He didn't have to feel for long. In seconds, Iris's pulse shot up, her pussy tensed rhythmically, and her skin gave Seen its other telltale signs.

Seen whipped his far hand back and pressed his thumb and forefinger against Iris's clit. From both sides he rubbed furiously in circles. Iris whined louder from the soreness Seen was re-stimulating, but she didn't object.

Iris gasped and held her breath. She arched her back as two different pleasures overtook her crotch at once. The burning, biting pleasure throbbed in her clit while the constant, aching pleasure from deep inside made her gut and chest lighten as if in free-fall. Iris tensed her body as warmth and tingles oozed all over inside her. Fraxure shot his eyes open and paused for moment as Iris sprayed clear lube into his mouth. She had never done that to him before. But finding the taste agreeable, he quickly redoubled his efforts to vibrate her cervix. Iris rewarded him with another spray.

After a few seconds, Iris exhaled and began to relax her body. Seen removed her hands from her clit and hooked two fingers beneath Fraxure's tongue, signaling him stop. Fraxure pulled out of her cervix and licked around the insides of her pussy and mons to get the last of that stuff she splattered into his mouth.

After catching her breath, Iris pushed herself up to sit cross-legged. Fraxure had to tilt his head to push the tusk beneath her into the bed so she wouldn't cut herself. Iris leaned forward against her hands and looked back and forth between Seen and Fraxure.

"Why didn't I know about all that?" Iris said. "We've got more pornos on our laptops than--"

"Pornos don't show you the why," Seen interrupted. "They only show you the what."

"Then how do you find out why?" Iris asked.

"Unfortunately, there aren't many ways," Seen answered. "You find out about this stuff in bits and pieces, from all over the place. And there's no telling which ones are real or fake until you try them yourself. I've just had an awful lot of practice."

Iris lowered her head and bit her lip, mulling over Seen's words. Fraxure distracted her, though. He grumbled through his nostrils and wriggled his hips on the bed.

"Hey Licorice? Think you can sit up and show me what's bothering you?" Iris asked.

Fraxure grumbled again and nodded. He pushed his tiny red hands back and forth, having some difficulty using them to push himself up. When he finally sat back on his haunches, Iris smirked and narrowed her eyes at the package between his stumpy legs. Fraxure's cock was, itself, much like a tongue. It was wide, flat, bright pink and tapered to a rounded end. His urethra sat at its base rather than its tip.

Iris grinned wider. "You wanna suck Seen's cock?"

"Frax!" Fraxure grunted, nodding.

"What?" Seen asked.

Iris looked at Seen. "Fraxure loves sucking his own cum out of me so much, and now yours! It didn't take much convincing to get him to want to suck cock. And don't worry, 'cause I've given him plenty of training sucking dildos. That's why I love him!"

"Frax!" Fraxure grunted and nodded again.

Fraxure let himself fall backward. On his back, he looked at Seen, and then between his legs, and licked his tusks. Seen stared for a moment in confusion, and then looked down at his own cock, hard once again and reaching almost to his diaphragm. Seen nodded, stood on his knees, and swung a leg over Fraxure's neck. His cock hung down, resting against Fraxure's snout, who lidded his eyes as he sniffed. Figuring Iris was in it for the show, he remained still and let Fraxure do all the work.

Fraxure nuzzled Seen's member up and down before tilting his head and wrapping his snout around it. Fraxure closed his eyes as he wrapped his tongue around Seen's length several times over. Though he could barely move his head, Fraxure squeezed Seen's cock in his tongue's grasp, sliding it up and down until strings of drool fell back into his muzzle and onto his tusks.

Seen fell forward onto his hands, with which he grabbed and rubbed Fraxure's green, chitinous crest to show his approval of the Pokémon's actions. Fraxure groaned from the touch and slid his tongue faster over Seen's cock. The sounds of sucking cock were a quieter and cuter suckling than him eating out pussy.

Iris's eyes glazed over as she watched, and heard, her boyfriend suck the cock of a human male, maybe the most awkwardly endowed one in the world. She fell forward onto her stomach, propped her chin on her hands, and curled her legs up. She swayed her head side to side in rhythm with her legs. She watched Fraxure's tongue climb Seen's shaft, and the drool dribble down from it. And she watched Fraxure's own cock sway slowly, side to side, almost like a tiny tail.

"Okay, Licorice," Iris said. "It's time to put that training I've given both of us to the test."

Iris crawled forward and grabbed the base of Fraxure's cock. From her touch, he instinctively curled it into a tube like humans curl their tongues. Iris licked her lips and then licked the underside of Fraxure's cock. She tasted a coating of barely bitter slime and frowned for a moment before shaking her head and swallowing the organ down into her throat. Iris bobbed and sucked and tongued, having long since overcome her gag reflex from the training she mentioned.

Iris coughed, though she meant to laugh. She had never done this before. How much of it was circumstance, and much that damn pill that Abra gave her? She would never know.

Seen breathed heavily, lifting and dropping his body with each breath. He rubbed Fraxure's crest harder, making the Pokémon grasp his cock harder with his tongue. Fraxure extended his tongue further, lapping at Seen's scrotum as he snaked his tongue around the human's member. He felt the pressure of Seen's fingers beneath his crest, and sighed at it. Iris opened her eyes and looked up to watch a show she instantly loved so much better than anything David and Daniel ever did. She wrapped her other hand around Fraxure's cock and sucked harder.

Fraxure couldn't last. His tail quivered and he grabbed Seen's legs in his tiny red claws--Seen would have bruises the next day. Iris smiled as she felt the tongue-like organ tense in her mouth and throat. Fraxure's cock wriggled in her mouth and inside her throat. Iris imagined something that made her pause and look intently at Seen. She continued after a moment.

Warmth grew in Fraxure's belly, making him tense his abdomen. Itches overtook the tip of his tail, making him wag it faster. He pushed Iris's legs and hips side to side as he did. Fraxure squeezed Seen's cock harder and tensed still. He gurgled, unintelligibly with his tongue so preoccupied. He tensed his tail as the itches overtook it and flowed into his cock. He curled his member tighter, forming a pseudo-urethra that Iris knew the meaning of.

Iris pulled back, sliding Fraxure's cock out of her throat and engulfing it in her mouth. Her first time doing this, and she wanted to taste it? Iris again wondered how much of this was the pill at work. Fraxure's member slid and twirled against Iris's tongue, and she again looked intently at Seen.

Fraxure finally held his breath and shivered as pleasure shot through his crotch. It began at the tip and crawled down until it melded with the pressure in his urethra at it base. Pressure then shot through its curled channel.

Iris squeaked as Fraxure squirted thin, oily cum into her mouth. She gurgled as some of the grayish, translucent fluid leaked from her lips. She pursed her lips hard to seal them around Frxure's cock and make sure no more of his seen escaped. The tartness of Fraxure's seed was strong. Iris sighed at the feeling of fluid still dribbling into her mouth, as the flavor reminded her of lime. She let Fraxure's cum continue to fill her mouth until it became uncomfortable, and then began to swallow bit by bit.

As Fraxure's orgasm died down, he continued stroking Seen's cock with his tongue, and just in time. Seen's cockhead throbbed in Fraxure's mouth. Seen huffed and wrapped his arms around Fraxure's head as he started to grind his crotch into the Pokémon's snout. The pressure in his cock built, and the pleasure built with each throb. Seen curled his toes and grunted as he cummed his third time this hour.

Much like Iris, Fraxure let Seen's cum fill his mouth before he started to swallow. Unlike Iris, he could not stop it from leaking out the sides of his mouth due to his tusks. Iris teethed Fraxure's cock absentmindedly as she saw the white trails ooze down Fraxure's jowls and neck. Fraxure continued to gulp down loads of Seen's spunk for some time before his cock stopped gushing.

Seen sat back up on his knees and reached a hand under his cock to pull it from Fraxure's mouth with a flop. He swung his leg back over Fraxure and sat down cross-legged beside the Pokémon. Iris felt Fraxure's cock uncurl and twirl around her tongue one last time before it shrank into his body. Iris sat back between Fraxure's legs, his tail between her ass cheeks. Fraxure laid still, staring at the ceiling.

"You know, I'm imagining Seen, that that was almost like what it must be like to French kiss," Iris said.

"What was?" Seen asked.

"Sucking Fraxure's cock," Iris answered.

Seen raised an eyebrow. "You're so fucking perverted, but you've never French kissed anything?"

Iris shrugged. "None of us have."

"None of you have?" Seen asked.

"Well it looked gross!" Iris said, putting her hands on her hips. "That's why we just watch."

Seen rolled his eyes and shook his head. He opened his mouth, and then shook his head again and closed it. He had no desire to tell Iris how stupid it was that she and her sisters wouldn't kiss, considering what they would do.

Iris briefly stuck her tongue out at Seen. She looked down at Fraxure, who still stared at the ceiling.

"Hey Licorice," Iris said.

"Is that his name?" Seen asked.

"Nah," Iris answered. "It's just what I call him. So Licorice, you want to give me a kiss?"

Fraxure tilted his head down to look at Iris, and then nodded. Iris scooted up until she sat on the base of Fraxure's tail and leaned over, her hands on either side of his head. Fraxure flinched and blinked when Iris planted her mouth on his. His chitin felt like eggshell on her lips. But when he parted his beak to slip his tongue between them, the tongue felt like polished leather. His tongue had no taste, but the smell of Seen's cum wafted through Iris's mouth and sinuses.

Fraxure curled his tongue around Iris's much as he curled it around Seen's cock. He could only encircle Iris's tongue once before it grew too thick to fit inside her moth. He slithered his tongue around Iris's. Iris squinted and tapped her fingers on the back of his neck, trying to decide if she liked it.

Seen stared, brow raised, at Iris being so unsure of a kiss when she'd be happy to take almost anything or any fluid inside her snatch.

Iris suddenly detached her mouth from Fraxure's and looked at Seen. "I've got a way to enjoy this. Fill up my ass while I'm kissing Fraxure."

"Xure?" Fracture vocalized. He pressed his head into the bed, blinked, and glanced at Seen.

Seen averted his eyes from both of them. He stared into space for a time, and then nodded. Without a word he scooted back on his hands and knees and crawled over Fraxure's tail, nesting it between his legs as well. Seen sat up on his knees and lifted his cock to rest on Iris's ass. He focused not on Iris's exposed rear, but Fraxure's vent, to try to arouse himself.

Iris shoved her mouth back against Fraxure's and shoved her tongue inside. Fraxure again wrapped the thin anterior of his own tongue around Iris's and stroked it. Fraxure didn't know if he was doing it right, for he used the same technique he devised when mistress taught him to suck off dildos.

Seen's cockhead began to throb. As he became more confident in his emerging hard on, Seen looked away from Fraxure's vent, to his kiss with Iris.

Iris broke her kiss again. "Come on, Seen!"

Seen inhaled sharply, snapping back to the here and now. He looked about to find, thankfully, that Fraxure hadn't laid atop his lube. He swiped it and squeezed one final dab onto his cockhead and then tossed it to the floor. He stroked himself with both hands, expanding the paste into translucent ooze that thoroughly coated him. Seen pried Iris's ass cheeks open and pressed his cockhead against her hole. Iris sucked hard on Fraxure's tongue while grunting, wincing, and pushing her hips back. With a yelp, she swallowed Seen's head into her asshole.

Iris sighed as she slowly got used to the sensation. "Just keep still," she said. "I'll do all the work.

Iris began to rock her body and grind her hips. Clearly, she had some experience doing this either with Fraxure or her toys. Seen slumped his shoulders and let his arms fall to his sides. Having a foreskin made it easier for Iris, as she could drag it with her as she slid her anus across Seen's cock--no rubbing.

Iris closed her eyes and moaned softly in satisfaction. She moved her mouth in circles around Fraxure's snout in rhythm to the swaying of her body. It seemed the introduction of something more familiar--more hardcore, nastier--washed away Iris's anxiety about kissing.

Seen then noticed that Iris's asshole wasn't as hot as her forehead had been a short time ago. Her fever had broken. Whether by sex, Tylenol, or just time, whatever ailment Iris inflicted on herself had receded. To Seen this was an idle curiosity. He was no longer interested in what Iris had done to herself.

Iris's rectum pulled back his foreskin to rub his cockhead, only cover it again. The stimulation was slower and more agonizing, but Seen forced himself to remain relaxed.

After a minute or so, Irus's anus got used to the massive insertion, and she started to move her body further with each sway. At last, she began to drag the walls of her rectum across Seen's cockhead. The strange lube dripped deeper into her ass hole with each pass, giving Iris a funny, watery cool feeling. Iris moved her hands to Fraxure's jowls and squeezed them. She opened her jaw to wrap her lips as wide as she could around the tip of Fraxure's snout. She was getting into kissing now. Iris sniffed as she pushed back, feeling Seen's cock drive into her ass. She sighed as she pushed forward, feeling her lips press against Fraxure's snout. Fraxure got to rubbing her tongue in rhythm to Iris's motions. He then wrapped his tiny red claws around her shoulders.

Seen gazed with glazed eyes at the Iris sucking face with her Fraxure. He smiled as it reminded him of his brother kissing his Nidoking. That image was enough to push him over the edge. Seen felt a heat climbing his urethra, and throbbing pleasure in his cockhead. He closed his eyes and began panting, though he still didn't dare disobey the Snyder girl. He dared not thrust.

Iris must have sensed something. She started pumping her body faster, and curling her hips. She pushed harder, her ass across almost half the length of Seen's cock--far more than her pussy could take. The action Iris's ass received was even louder than the sucks she gave Fraxure's tongue. Sweat beaded between her shoulder blades and ass cheeks. She whimpered into Fraxure's snout, now loving the sensation of her tongue being coiled.

Seen gave a single heave and lidded his eyes as the pressure in his urethra met the pleasure in his glans, and both exploded. He shot a stream of cum into Iris's rectum, making her wriggle her toes and squeal into Fraxure's mouth. She calmed after another shot and stopped swaying her body. Seen ejaculated three more squirts before he merely dripped into Iris's rectum. Though far less than his usual dose, Seen had already cummed three times that day.

After a time, Seen's cock ran dry and he pulled out. A squirt of cum splashed out of Iris's ass, and more drooled out after that. He gave a single chuckle at the leak, the slurp of his exit, and the few seconds it took for Iris's asshole to shrink back down to size.

Iris shoved her mouth harder against Fraxure's muzzle until her lips hurt. Her mouth watered and dripped drool into Fraxure's mouth which he eagerly swallowed. Fraxure's tongue pushed his own saliva into Iris's mouth, which she eagerly swallowed. She loved kissing now even more than she loved anal sex, especially the horrid sounds it made.

Seen sat back on Fraxure's tail and traced a finger over the blanket.

After a few more minutes, Iris broke her kiss with Fracture. Still too young to know the value of theatrics, she sucked up and swallowed their mixed saliva before it could bridge the gap between their mouths. Iris rolled over. Fraxure held the small of her back with a single claw. His eyes were dilated, his jaw limp, and his head wavering in circles as if drunk. Iris breathed deep and hard.

Seen narrowed and then averted his eyes. He gasped through his nose to hide a flutter in his chest. Neither Iris nor Fraxure could tell, but he almost wept. He and Fraxure were the same that evening. They both bowed to Iris's whims. They did nothing but what she told them to. But Fraxure was in ecstasy. Why did Seen feel so empty?

Seen was the de-facto leader, the alpha-male, of Freakland. He provided for his siblings. And he dominated them both socially and sexually. That was his forte, his role. And here, these eleven year old girls had taken that way. But Fraxure? A captive Pokémon was supposed to obey its master. He played his role perfectly, unlike the Pokémon at the ranch who would often exert their own wills during sex.

Everyone was given roles to play in life. Seen accepted his, while his brother and sister rejected theirs, establishing roles opposed to convention. But in doing so, they merely embraced less usual conventions. That made them even more derivative than Seen.

Seen looked deep into Fraxure's bliss-filled eyes and considered another possibility. The only freedom from roles comes not from acceptance or rejection, but from indifference. Perhaps Fraxure didn't care who was in power so long as he got sex. That probably wasn't true, But Seen wanted to believe it was. Maybe, if he could learn to do that, the summer might not be quite as horrible.

--7--

In the greenhouse of Freakland, the seventeen year old Dawn laid back against her pool lounge in utter relaxation. Her hands wrapped around the shoulders of the twin Floatzel who scrunched up against either side of her body. Each had paws wrapped around a breast of hers while they teethed softly and wriggled their tongues against her nipples. The sky above the glass was now dark.

Seen sat cross-legged on the concrete next to the pool. He twirled the tip of his ponytail in his fingers, lost in thought while staring at this union. Those Floatzel were everything he wanted to be. He had seen them be utterly devalued, humiliated, and objectified by human partners. He had seen them utterly devalue, humiliate, and objectify human partners. And he had seen mutual respect them and human partners. They didn't give a Rattata's ass as long so they got some.

But Seen had never been able to achieve such a transcendent state, and knew he probably never would, so he turned his mind to something else.

"Hey Dawn?" Seen asked.

"Yeah?" Dawn whispered back.

"Those Snivy hormones were not nearly as powerful as you said they were. Or not to a female at least," Seen said. "And Iris did not take me up the ass!"

"She did too!" Dawn whined.

Seen shook his head. "She wasn't experienced anally, Dawn. In fact, she'd never stuck anything up there back when she was eleven! If she really took me up the ass, she'd have bled out."

"Oh sure, shit on on my fantasy why don't you?" Dawn grumbled.

"Your fantasy?! I ask you why you love being degraded so much and you spend the evening talking about Iris. The fuck's with that?" Seen asked.

The question was rhetorical. Seen knew what the fuck was with that. Of all the Snyders, Iris had been the lowest face on the totem pole until recently. By venerating her while being used as a fuck-toy by a pair of Floatzel, she better humiliated herself, and cummed all the harder for it.

Dawn knew what Seen was really saying. She didn't bother answering. Instead she pushed herself up and stood up from the pool lounge. The Floatzel whined through their snouts and reached toward her with watery, upturned eyes. But Dawn would not be dissuaded. She slinked, still bottomless, toward Seen as is drunk. Dawn sat on Seen's lap and wrapped her arms around his neck. Seen's cock was still hard, and Dawn pushed her hips forward, her pussy lips against the shaft. Seen's expression didn't change as she ground her cunt against Seen's length.

Dawn continued. "Fine then. You want to know? Then I'll skip to the part with you and your brother and the twins."

Dawn continued telling her tale.