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The Fantasy Factory 4

Gracious

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Ash had never been one for fancy suits, too much trouble to get on and off. Besides, he was a trainer, a fighter, and a hiker. Why would he wear something that would be 'ruined' if he spilled his drink, let alone stepped in a mud puddle? His 'fancy' clothes outside the factory was just a polo shirt and dress pants, and that was usually enough to pass muster by most of the reasonable sponsors he had to talk with. Most of them, anyway. The rest would've probably thrown a fit if his bowtie was half a degree askew, so they weren't worth trying to dress up for. And as for dress shoes...Ash never got why people were so fixated on how they looked. Their eyes never had a reason to go there, so why would he have to make his feet suffocate in something that looked fancy but was too tight when his sneakers were comfier, had better grip on the soles, and didn't need a mini-crowbar to get on and off.

But right now Ash felt pretty dang good in this snazzy suit, even the suede shoes that almost slid on the floor. Maybe it was because it reminded him of those old movies that his mother would watch with him and their de facto housekeeper Mr. Mime. Even if he didn't quite get the jokes that the two grown-ups would giggle at between themselves, Ash liked the music and dancing in those films, and he could already hear the piano noodling in his head. He only had enough self-control not to try and dance to the song in his head...thank goodness, he was terrible at any kind of dancing, as anyone who saw him try would attest.

Or maybe the virile young man just felt good, period. After those meetings with Narcissus, Grieves and Giftvader, he was feeling like a real man now. Those once-strange and weird feelings were starting to feel a lot more normal now, and the fact that he'd somehow made those three Pokemon so dang happy reassured him that he was no sloppy virgin. Ash's body was filled with energy now, and the once bewildered trainer was on top of the world as he casually strode alongside Tidy.

"It's really good to see you're already getting in character." Tidy remarked as they quickly walked to the next client's room, past several of the numbered doors. Apparently there were 'back hallways' that were closed off to visitors, so if there was a significant walk between rooms for the clients and/or the helpers, they wouldn't run into a different guest and cause any...awkwardness, one way or another.

"You better believe it, daddy-o." Ash laughed, playfully winking and pointing at the effetimate Indeedee with the wide, swaying hips. He wasn't sure where he'd heard that line from, but it sounded appropriate enough. He'd been spending quite a bit of time with this Indeedee, and man this mon was adorable.

Tidy just blushed hard before shaking his head clear. "Aheh...Um...let's not get unprofessional here. Not right now. We only have two more clients to worry about. I'm not sure about what the final client wants just yet, but the next one is a male Noivern named Gracious."

"Okay, what's he into?" Ash asked, curious and eager as they finally arrived at the door in question. Ash noted that the room had a symbol on the wall, a loudspeaker with an 'x' going through it. The trainer recognized the sign from when he dealt with a few bands during his travels; a specifically soundproofed room.

Tidy consulted the small screen he carried in his pocket. "Well...apparently this Noivern is a wannabe musician with his garage band. The scenario he asked for is you playing the role of a human music producer who's assessing his mixtape for radio. I'm very sorry that you'll have to put up with...whatever noise he's made at his home. And don't forget, in the end he has to resort to his, ahem, sex appeal to convince you, since you're going to start off being a real- "

Just then, the phone in the Indeedee's hands went off with a soft buzz. Tidy's eyes widened when he looked at the screen. "Oh my. I'm so sorry, Narcissus, but I need to attend to this. I'm sure your instincts will carry you through this scenario. Just be certain to be wearing clean pants when I arrive to pick you up...you'll be taken straight to the last client for the day. There should be a dresser in the corner of the room with a change of clothes."

"Gotcha, Tidy. This sounds easy." Ash chuckled. He'd aced the other two 'scenarios' without even trying, and now he had a decent grip of what he could do. What could go wrong?

Tidy smiled as he ran off, waving to Ash. "Just remember, the ultimate goal of the fantasy factory is to make our clients happy!"

That is something I'll be more than happy to do, Ash smiled and gave Tidy a quick salute. "Don't worry, Tidy. I've got this."

And he felt like he had this down. Two more sessions, and his obligation to help out Tidy would be complete, and everyone would be happy. Especially Ash...he was quite enjoying this bewildering episode. Then he could return to Pikachu and figure out how to make things work out...whatever the problem was between them.

It would probably be an insanely awkward conversation, even if he didn't go into all the details, but this wasn't the first time some craziness had come up while they were separated. Heck, this probably wasn't the craziest adventure he'd been on without Pikachu, let alone what he experienced with Pikachu. Man, they had some stories to tell...

But that was for later. Right now, he had to give Gracious what he wanted. With a quick chuckle, Ash adjusted both his fedora and his tie, replayed the movie scene in his head, and strode into the soundproofed room to make Gracious' day.

This room was nowhere near as elaborately designed as Grieves' or Giftvader's room, intentionally made to look like the room of a professional office. Two comfortable looking big chairs on one side, a TV screen connected to a slightly battered CD player on the other. The room was painted a neutral color, with a few gold-colored records and popular band posters hanging on the walls like NidoQueen and Eevee Wonder. One poster stood out to Ash, a glossy photograph of a brunette human in a lovely black dress holding a microphone in front of a screaming crowd of fans. He'd been there when that photo was taken...in fact, he had an autographed copy given to him as a thank-you from Marnie herself. But that wasn't what he needed to think about right now.

Ash took a look at Gracious, his current client. Gracious was a surprisingly scrawny Noivern, wearing a loose ratty vest and dark blue jeans torn apart at the knees. While he was pretty small, his massive ears and the leathery turquoise wings around his arms made him look bigger than he was. The black leather vest exposed the white mane of fur around his neck and the two piercings on his nipples, as well a typical 'metal' tattoo on his chest. Gracious' eyes looked almost tiny compared to his ears, which were pierced with multiple kinds of earrings and small rings.

He was reminded of the Noibat that he had hatched while traveling with Pikachu and several other friends, and how cute and cuddly the little thing was. It wasn't uncommon for Pokemon eggs to simply be found and subsequently adopted by whoever happened across them, and it wasn't even the first egg that Ash had helped to hatch. Eventually, their journey had called them elsewhere, and Ash had left the Noibat in the care of their wrestling coach, Hawlucha. Hawlucha had vowed to raise Noibat as a ferocious fighter, but immediately started fussing over the toddler the instant he thought the others weren't looking, so Ash was fairly sure that he was just going to raise a spoiled bat, which Ash thought was a much better life course for the little bundle of joy.

The human adjusted his tie and started his 'music producer' routine. "Hel-lo there. You must be Gracious. Sorry to keep ya waiting!"

...Maybe not the best routine. But the client didn't seem to mind.

The Noivern nodded eagerly. He liked the sound of this human already, a husky and pleasant voice echoing through his ears. It wasn't that he couldn't see, he just preferred listening with his sensitive ears. The sound of this human's voice was perfect for his fantasy, regardless of what the human was going to say to him...both the negative and the 'positive' when this scenario played itself out.

"Yeah, man. No worries." The Noivern's voice was surprisingly high-pitched, though that made sense for a singer. "I'm Gracious, and I'm here to...um, rep my band, Night Scream. We've been rocking for a while, and I think we're ready for the big time."

Ash chuckled as he took his seat in one of the chairs, crossing his legs in what he figured would look casual. "Night Scream, eh? Sounds interestin', like it could be the new hip thing. Tell me more about it."

Gracious blinked. The 'producer' seemed a little nicer than he expected...then again, a professional would probably ease a prospective new client into a business talk before...well, the critique. And a friendly voice sounded really nice to his ears right now. Nice enough to make him good and warm just listening to him talk.

The Noivern eventually shook his head clear and continued the scenario. "Well...it's a three-mon group that plays in my...er, my garage. Me and my best mates, Gentle and Generosity."

Ash couldn't help but let out a chuckle. "Gracious, Gentle and Generosity? Sounds kinda like a church choir."

Gracious blushed and rubbed the back of his head. In truth, they had been raised as part of a peaceful community that discouraged battles, and naming children after virtues was a popular trend. He didn't want to admit that the sheer unrelenting boredom of the place had been the motivation behind starting the band in the first place, so he used his usual excuse. "Heh...well, it's kind of an ironic thing? I mean, ironic ironic? When we picked our names, we realized that stuff like...metal names were kinda overdone, so we went for the whole...ironic angle, ya know?"

The suited human just shrugged. "Hey, you do you. Always sucked at making good monikers, myself. So what kinda music you got for me?"

"Well, it's a mashup of rock and heavy metal. Gentle suggested that we call it 'Iron Metal Rock' when we got super drunk one night and...er...sorry, I'm rambling." Gracious smiled nervously and tapped the button next to the TV screen. "Better just show you our demo, so...um, brace yourself for our Iron Metal Rock."

Ash sat forward, watching as the screen activated...to show an error message on a blue screen, with a very unmusical dull tone. Gracious blinked in surprise, and Ash let out a small sigh. "Either this 'Iron Metal Rock' is super artsy, or the CD player is broken..."

The Noivern slapped his claws to his forehead as he shouted in utter exasperation. "You've GOTTA be freaking KIDDING me! After everything I had to- "

"Hey mon, calm down." Ash stepped towards the CD player and opened it up. After carefully removing the disc with the words "Night Scream" written in black marker, the human opened up the inner workings of the machine. It didn't take long for him to find what the problem was...a previous client had thrown it into the wall a little too hard.

Gracious looked through his fingers at the 'music producer' tinkering with the CD player like a mechanic. "Um...you know how to fix stuff like that? For real?"

"Oh yeah." Ash nodded as his fingers shifted the tiny pieces around the device. "Fixing CD players was one of the first things I learned in Professor Oak's tech class. This won't be a problem, Gracious. Just give me a few."

Gracious was confused for a second. Wouldn't a producer...er, a 'pleasure assistant' playing the role of a producer, really be that knowledgeable in tech support? But then he remembered that this particular 'pleasure assistant' was a human. Technological knowledge and superiority was how humans maintained their position in a world filled with flying, fire breathing psychic Pokemon, and every human was given a course in advanced mechanics for their schooling. That was why the producer in his fantasy had to be a "non-specific but nice-sounding human".

The Noivern relaxed somewhat, honestly a little glad for the delay. "Heh...you can probably do this kind of thing in your sleep. It took me and my bros weeks of almost getting electrified to get our instruments all set up right."

"Oh, you made your own instruments?" Ash idly asked while he continued his tinkering with the damaged CD player.

"More like customized...and definitely not up to human standards, so don't worry about no competition!" He hurriedly assured, though Ash wasn't particularly concerned about that. Tech wasn't the kind of competition Ash was into, and he didn't really think Pokemon-Human politics were so fragile that a garage band would cause any serious trouble.

"It's alright...ah, here we go!" Ash put the last piece in and replaced the CD in the drive. "Should we...erm, start over?"

Gracious nodded, a slight embarrassed blush on his face at how his fantasy got derailed before it even started. "Yeah...oh course, man. Sit down and bask in the sounds of...Night Scream!"

A smiling Ash sat back down on the chair and watched the screen. Thankfully, there wasn't any further fuss with the screen or the player, and Ash finally got to see Night Scream. It was the inside of someone's garage, cleared out to make room for the band. The video was a flat shot of the band setting up and playing a song that supposedly 'represented' them, probably so the 'producer' could have a good look at both the band members and their equipment without any distracting editing tricks.

Gracious was to the side with a cobbled-together keyboard. Next to him was a surly-looking Crobat with pierced wings behind a ramshackle drum set,

"That's Gentle." Gracious explained before pointing to the Gliscor with a mohawk tinkering with what looked like an outsized electric guitar and a long stick. "And the one on cello is Generosity."

Ash squinted. "A keyboard, drums, and a cello? Didn't see that coming..."

Gracious sighed with nervous anticipation. Ok, it was going to start getting rough at this point, but he was going to grin and bear it. He could handle it. This was all part of the roleplay, after all. He'd been thinking about this scenario for a while since Night Scream started getting serious, and this roleplay scenario seemed like a good...warm up for how it might have to go. Sure, it was kinda masochistic, but...well, it had been going through his head for a while.

But instead of laughing at the instrument choice, Ash just leaned in closer. "...This could be cool. Let's hear it."

Gracious felt a surprised buzz go through his entire body at hearing the friendly, optimistic voice go into his ears, but he stayed quiet and let his band speak for themselves.

"Alright guys!" Gentle shouted out from the video. "One! Two! Three! Four!"

The three Pokemon began playing their homemade instruments intently. Ash was surprised that the disparate musical stylings still came together to form something that reminded Ash of some of the many metal and rock bands Pikachu always enjoyed. Though Ash had to wonder what 'type' of rock this was supposed to be - according to his friend, there was 'Glam Rock' like Sweet Kiss, 'Hair Rock' like Lady Gengar, and 'Classic Rock' like the Volbeatles. Personally, Ash just set the radio setting on his Pokegear to random and listened to whatever sounded good.

And to be honest, this band sounded pretty good to Ash. At least, the music was...the singing left a little to be desired. All the mons were singing at once, and while their microphones picked up the words well enough, the problem was they all seemed millisecond of two off from each other. The words ended up blurring together, and while Ash could get a general idea, it was pretty unclear. Something about flying above the tallest mountains and roughest seas...

Gracious had to sit down as he tried to read Ash's intent expression, his claws tapping together with furious nervousness as they transitioned into a more instrumental piece. This was... stressful, but he needed to brace himself for the worst. He knew that his band wasn't good enough for a bar band, let alone radio or TV, but he and his buddies had been doing their weekly jam sessions for quite some time and...well, they had been talking about doing something more serious. But it was just a fantasy, so...yeah, here he was at the factory, trying to turn what would inevitably happen into something...fun, at least. It was an odd fantasy to have, sure, but when something has been going through your head enough times, you make the most of it.

The final song eventually ended, and Gracious braced for the worst. All he could hear was the bad audio, the terrible lyrics, the bad mixing, the nonexistent camera work, that bad string on the cello, the subtle remainders of Generosity's weeks-old cold and Gentle's grating Kalosian accent, and if he could hear it all, a 'professional producer' could hear it too. This was the part of the fantasy he was dreading the most...the part where the higher up would scoff loudly at his aspirations, talk about how utterly atrocious his silly little band was and how he'd never make it in the music world...not unless he could give him a different kind of show -

"That was pretty good!"

Gracious took a sharp intake of breath. That was...not how he expected the producer to talk at all. There was no mockery or contempt in his voice either, that wasn't sarcasm...after all that dread, hearing that voice be so nice to him felt...amazing, but was that how it was supposed to go? The Noivern swallowed back his excitement and tried to bring the story back on track.

"Um...Y-you sure?"

Ash just nodded. "Oh yeah. The music was really unique, but it came together pretty good. It's just the video and the singing...the video was kinda flat, and you guys need to harmonize a little better. But I know a lot of folks who'd be totally into this."

Gracious was blushing furiously now, confused and excited and baffled and warm. "Y-yeah, I g-guess we could use a v-video editor, but...you don't...seriously think your buddies would like this, do you? You're just...pulling my chain, right?"

Ash shook his head. "I'm just saying what I'm hearing. And I think quite a few of my buddies would like this. It just needs a bit of polish, that's all. I can definitely see how much passion you've got for the music, and those instruments were really cool! As far as I can hear, this is a dream you should definitely chase!"

And as far as Gracious could hear, this 'producer' was the sweetest, sexiest voice delivering words that felt like honey that made his jeans tighten more than normal...but something was still...not quite right, the script was off, the scenario was too optimistic, it was too good to be true, even for a fantasy, he needed to ground it somehow.

The Noivern tried to shake his head as hard as he could. "No...no, our music is crap, man, you don't need to sugarcoat it...it's never gonna be good enough for anything outside my mom's garage...we ain't cut out for it, right? We should just...give up on music, right?"

The human in the suit almost scowled, but not for the reason Gracious would've thought. Ash had heard that line of thinking a little too often growing up - critic after critic insisting that he'd never make it outside the colony as anything special, that he wasn't good enough for even a bush-league battling circuit, that he should give up and throw away his dreams...and he and Pikachu worked their asses off to prove them wrong.

And that feeling of making it...not even winning a tournament, but a single epic battle where the entire audience got up and gave the two of them a standing ovation, and he and Pikachu stood there and bathed in the spotlight, covered in mud and sweat and still feeling amazing, even if only for that moment...Everyone deserved to feel that sense of their dreams coming true, at least once in their life.

"Gracious, listen to me." Any pretense of being the producer was gone from Ash's voice. "Do NOT think like that. Whatever happens, do NOT give up on what you love. Not without a fight."

The Noivern was squirming in his chair, quivering with baffled excitement and pent up energy. "But...we're never gonna be good enough for...radio, right? And if that's the case, what's the point-"

The human didn't notice the attempt at rerailing the scenario, instead shaking his head furiously and looking Gracious in the eye. "The point is that you made something with your friends, something that you loved, something that you put a lot of passion into, and that is reason enough to put it out into the world. Whatever happens when you do, however it all turns out...you deserve a chance to make your dream a reality. You shou-"

That was the last straw for Gracious. That beautiful voice, those beautiful words when he was ready for cruelty and brutishness...they vibrated through his entire body, making him feel excited and warm and warm...

He couldn't hold back the erotic positivity he was getting anymore, and the Noivern leapt of Ash's body and wrapped his wings around him, wrapping the husky-voiced human in a tight hug. Before the young man in the snappy suit could even gasp in surprise, the massive bat had wrapped his mouth around his lips in a passionate kiss.

Ash was...surprised, to say the least. He hadn't been kissed before...not like this. Not on the mouth, anyway. And the feeling of Noivern's tongue sliding into him was a little weird...but not in a bad way. It was warm and sticky, and his teeth seemed to gently rub against Ash's lips...the kiss honestly felt nice, especially when one of Gracious' claws shifted the back of the human's head, rubbing their lips together even more.

But that wasn't all the Noivern was doing. The small leathery body was on top of Ash, and the boy could feel his waist and midsection being...rubbed against, and by something very thick and warm...even between his dress pants and Gracious' jeans, he could feel the shape of a very large cock rubbing up against his own. The bat's surprisingly big member seemed to swell whenever it grinded up against Ash's body...apparently this was Gracious 'proceeding', and Ash could feel himself rise as well...

"D..." Ash managed to get his mouth free just enough to ask a question, saliva dripping from his mouth that might not have been his. "Do you...wanna...get out of..."

"Oh YES." Gracious nodded before pushing Ash's face back into the kiss with one hand. With the other arm, the Noivern's claws began grabbing at his own jeans. Despite being overwhelmed by the kiss and the Pokemon grinding on his lap, Ash managed to regain just enough clarity to realize his arms had gotten free and that this was a good time to get out of these pants.

While Gracious was able to use his claws to simply cut through the waistband of both his pants and underwear, Ash's fingers struggled to fumble around his pants button and zipper, not least because he was doing so almost blind with Gracious' face dominating his vision. He tried to look down, but he only saw the Noivern's chest pressing up against his fancy shirt...

At least Gracious saw him looking down and figured out the situation. One quick swipe of his claws, and Ash's waist was all but freed as if a belt had been cut. A few seconds later, two pairs of hands were able to push the loosened pants to Ash's knees and expose the human's cock.

Gracious clambered higher up onto Ash's reclining body, and Ash assumed that this would be somewhat the same situation as Grieves, with the human's cock going up the Noivern's ass. However, he lacked the ghost butler's grace, and Ash instinctively gripped the dragon's exposed hips to steady him for the penetration.

But the furiously kissing Noivern didn't seem interested in adjusting himself into getting that position right, and he wouldn't let Ash speak up to question the idea. Instead, the musician seemed content to just keep rubbing his surprisingly big penis on Ash's body, and only adjusted himself so that he could feel the human's erect member rub up against his scaly rear for a few brief moments before sitting back down and bucking wildly against Ash's hips even more.

The few times Ash was able to glance down, he could see that Gracious' package was massive for his size, almost comparable to Ash's balls in terms of size. The cock was reptilian, a long dark purple shaft with a scaled flare at the end. But he only had the briefest of glimpses before Gracious half fell, half squished into Ash's body once more, his legs wrapping around the human's lower body like he was clutching a branch for dear life. Ash's own hands gripped Noivern's scrawny rear to try and steady the musician's humping body moving up against his own.

Ash gasped into Gracious' mouth as he felt their cocks rub up against one another, the tender warm skin pressing into soft scales. The two erections straightened out onto their bodies, both tips pointing up to their respective chests. The human's cock was sandwiched between his dress shirt (which was thankfully soft enough that it didn't cause any irritation) and Noivern's fleshy scales. It wasn't just that...Ash was pretty sure that Noivern's swelled sack was pressing up against his own, bumping and rubbing together as Noivern kept on grinding against his body.

"Aaah..." Ash was only able to get one last breath in before Gracious pulled him right back into the lusty kiss, all but slobbering into Ash's mouth as the bat tongue kept on licking his own like a popsicle. Were deep kisses supposed to be like this...heck, was sex supposed to be like this? Granted, the sexual incidents he'd already gone through were nothing like that one class he'd been through, but this was still...odd. Or maybe it was just how clumsy the musician was in action...

Ah well, Gracious was clearly enjoying himself. And in all honesty, Ash was too. And that was all that mattered. The human even managed to close his eyes and sink into the Noivern's messy kisses as their bodies rubbed against each other ecstatically. The feeling of warm flesh against his crotch, the same but different as Grieves...it really did feel exciting.

Gracious' erratic movements began picking up speed, and the dragon broke the kiss one last time. But before Ash could ask any questions, Gracious swiftly wrapped his wings around the boy's ears and pressed Ash's face into the furry part of the Noivern's chest. A confused Ash wondered if he should start kissing Gracious' chest like he did with Giftvader, but things became clear when the Noivern let out an ecstatic screech.

A loud ecstatic screech, almost an attack in it's own right. It was loud enough that even with his wings covering the human's ears, Ash still winced as he heard the glass screen nearby cracking. Seems like this room had really bad luck with technology.

The noise almost overshadowed the feeling of fluid splattering up from Gracious' loins, thick and white and gooey and staining Ash's suit. Not that the human cared at this point, especially since this was the ultimate goal of his session with the Noivern. Stream after stream of cum spurted from the bat Pokemon's length, and Ash could almost feel it pulsing through his contact with Gracious' package.

Eventually, the screeching and the cum stopped, and Noivern effectively collapsed into Ash's surprised arms. "That...was...awesome..." was all the musician could make out before passing out.

Before Ash got squished under the unconscious Noivern, he quickly maneuvered to make sure Gracious landed on the couch behind him. The exhausted musician snuggled into the chair, a massive smile on his face as his erect cock slowly went down. Ash could feel himself getting limp as well, the excitement of his assignment winding down.

Ash glanced at the slumbering Gracious, curled up in the chair with cum stains on his chest and fur without a care in the world. The human couldn't help but chuckle...something about the Noivern made him think of how he would've handled this kind of thing under normal circumstances.

Normal circumstances...what would that have been like? He couldn't even tell...heck, he couldn't think of anybody he would've broached the subject to. How do you ask someone, a stranger, a friend, anyone in between, about...well, sex? That was something reserved for people who were already married, or planning to be...at least, that was what he'd always assumed in the back of his mind. And it was in the back of his mind because he honestly preferred battling and travelling, never paying those urges a second thought...until now...

Well, now he needed to get changed. Ash glanced down at his purple suit, stained with deep white lines that almost reached his chest. Ash sighed slightly...it wasn't really that he cared that much for the suit, Gracious' happiness was more important after all. But it was a nice suit that he felt pretty good in. Now the pants were cut up and the shirt was a mess. His shoes were still on his feet and his pants were tied around his legs, so Ash quickly removed those suede shoes so he could comfortably remove the torn pants and freely move his legs again. Being naked from the waist down wasn't a big deal, at least with the only other individual in the room being in the same situation and unconscious.

Quietly tiptoeing to the dresser in the corner of the room, Ash opened the wooden door. The outfit was surprisingly bland considering the elaborate costumes that he'd worn before. A pair of white briefs on top of a grey shirt and black pants. Then again, the last client apparently hadn't picked their fantasy just yet, so maybe a neutral outfit was for the best.

Ash promptly put the briefs on, which were thankfully elastic enough to contain his package without being suffocating. Same with the black pants he quickly put on. Now that he was a little more dressed, Ash felt just a little more comfortable taking off his stained shirt and jacket and packing them away...but before he could put a shirt back on, the door opened.

Ash looked up to see Tidy...who was staring at him with a baffled and terrified expression. Something serious had happened...

The shirtless Ash tried to smile, gesturing at the slumbering Gracious. "He's good." the young man whispered. "Let's not wake him-"

"Agreed...let's talk outside. Now." If Tidy was relieved that Ash had satisfied another client, he didn't show it. Instead, he just gestured to the human to step outside immediately. With the grey shirt bundled in hand, Ash stepped out of the soundproof room to listen to what Tidy had to say.

Once the door was closed, Tidy's normal intenseness...shifted in a rather uncomfortable direction. "My helper, Narcissus, just paged me to ask me about his schedule. Apparently he slept in again."

Ash felt a lump in his throat, drops of sweat appearing on his forehead as it sunk in that the jig was up. "I..."

Tidy rubbed his forehead, trying desperately to calm himself down. "Just...tell me who you are. Tell me what's going on."

Ash took a deep breath. "...My name is Ash..."

"Oh Arceus." Tidy gasped. "Ash Ketchum?!"

The human clasped his hands together and tried to reassure the increasingly frantic Indeedee. "Y-yeah. L-let me finish. I came here with my friend and I...got lost. When I tried to ask Mr. Narcissus for help, he started...um, getting really weird with me...I guess he thought I was one of his clients. But then he passed out, and I saw the pager, and I was gonna tell you that he was asleep because of...me, but you kept interrupting before I could finish, and then you begged me for help and said I would be perfect...I just wanted to help."

Tidy was clutching the fur around his head tightly. "Y-you don't understand! I...I put a client into the position of an employee! I-I-I am going to face a thousand lawsuits from your estate - "

Ash blinked in confusion. I have an estate?

Tidy just kept pacing. "A-a-and then I'll get sued by all of those customers and then Mr. Mewtwo will kill me! And then he'll fire me! I'll be blacklisted and humiliated and the factory will close and everyone will be angry and society will crumble and and and..."

"Hey!" Ash shouted, not liking the sight of Tidy being so stressed. "I'm not going to sue! And those customers were happy, remember? They don't need to know about this mixup."

Tidy only calmed down a tiny bit, his paw slamming into his face. "This mixup...how diplomatic of you. This mess is my fault...I should've noticed something was wrong, I shouldn't have put you in this position..."

Ash shook his head. "No, no, no, this is my fault! And you didn't put me in this position, I did this of my own free will. I wanted to do all this. I went into this with open eyes, and I don't regret doing it to help you out. Don't blame yourself for this, please."

After a short pause, the Indeedee took a deep breath and let out a massive sigh. "Even if you're right...even if the customers don't have any issues, if you don't have any issues...Arceus, what a mess this is...okay. Okay, let's...figure something out. We don't need a scandal here...give me a minute."

Tidy pressed his paws together and tried to keep himself in control. "OK. Here's what we'll do. You wait in one of the empty rooms, and I'll deal with the final client now that Mr. Narcissus is awake. Once I can get away, I'll get your old clothes to you, as well as fair payment for all your trouble, and then you can walk out and we need never speak of this again..."

Ash nodded. "Ok, that sounds good. I just need to meet up with Pikachu again before I go..."

The Indeedee's eyes widened. "Wait...you're here with Pikach - "

"ASH?!"

The sound of a third voice in the hallway made Ash and Tidy spin around in shock. To their combined shock, a Pikachu wearing tight workout clothes and tightly holding a map in his claws. Ash swallowed as he could feel his friend's eyes boring into him.

The shirtless human blushed awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck as Tidy started hyperventilating nearby. "Um...hey buddy. I can explain..."

Pikachu's nose and eye twitched as he tried to process the scenario standing in front of him. One of the employees had directed him to Tidy, someone who apparently understood the factory inside and out. But now that he'd finally caught up with him...Ash Ketchum, his friend, his sexy clueless adorable aggravating friend, was standing in front of him, shirtless and clueless and smelling of sex...

When his friend failed to answer, Ash continued. "Um...so I got lost, and I...kinda got roped...no, I guess I roped myself into trying to help out Tidy here. It's...um, a long and kinda weird story, and...um..."

As Ash continued rambling, Tidy watched his final client's expression carefully. The electric Pokemon's face kept twisting and shifting, anger and bafflement and arousal in equal and increasing measure, all at once, to the point where Pikachu was beginning to quiver in place as he stared at his friend.

Ash's shoulders slumped and he looked his longtime friend in the eye. "...buddy, I am so sorry. I'm...sorry I left you waiting, sorry I got into this weird mess when I was...trying to cheer you up. I just...I really wanted to help you out, whatever is going on. I can tell you're...angry, but I swear, if there's anything I can do to make it up to you-"

"You really don't get it." Pikachu interrupted.

Before Ash could ask what his friend meant, in the blink of an eye Pikachu was upon him. The next thing Ash registered was Pikachu's furry chest tightly pressed against his shirtless body, their faces pressed together in an intense kiss. Ash's eyes widened as he felt Pikachu's fuzzy lips wrap around his slack jawed mouth, just like Gracious' had only a few minutes prior. Though Pikachu was a much better kisser, passionate and hungry and playful all at once.

One of Pikachu's paws was on the back of his head, pushing him into the lusty kiss gently but firmly. The other paw slid around his back to his rear, intensely stroking the boy's firm ass and making the human jolt in shock. Ash felt like a hundred volts were coursing through his entire body, lighting up every nerve as he tried to process this abrupt situation with his longtime friend...

Oh.

Oooooooh.

After a few seconds, Ash's wide eyes closed slightly and his body relaxed into his friends embrace. Instinctively, the human's bare arms embraced his friend, bringing their bodies even closer. Pikachu soon broke the kiss and looked his friend straight in the eye.

"Do you get it now?" The lusty mon asked.

Ash nodded deliriously. "I...think I do, yeah. I'm...I'm sor-"

A yellow finger pressed against Ash's lips. Pikachu was smiling, though there was still a visible element of frustration in his features. This took way too long to come across, and the fact that Ash had lost his virginity to someone else couldn't help but irk the electric Pokemon. But Pikachu knew his friend, and he knew the gormless human was telling the truth about trying to help the Factory employee. And in the end, it should've been up to him to be honest with his best friend.

But now that they were on the same page at last, it was his turn. And he wanted to make it count. Pikachu finally spoke. "Just tell me something...has anymon gone here?"

The human gasped as he felt Pikachu's paw squeeze his ass, his pant legs suddenly getting tighter than he expected. Remembering Grieves, Ash understood what his best friend was asking for. "N-no, nobody's gone there."

An ecstatic, toothy grin that made Ash feel even more excited spread across Pikachu's face. "In that case...I know exactly how you'll make this up for me."

The fighter turned to face Tidy, who was staring at the unfolding situation with a mix of surprise and relief. "I've picked my fantasy, Mr. Tidy. Please get the Tribal Mate Hunt room ready."