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Ben stepped through the door and called out for Lyssa, offering up breakfast. She didn't respond of course, he hadn't expected her to. When he left she had been frantically leaving sticky notes on every surface in the house with reminders to herself about the event today. She had asked him no less than ten times whether or not she should cancel. He hadn't seen his Lycanroc this nervous since the first time they tried to battle a gym. Simply put she was beyond frazzled, and the human had no idea how to approach helping. Finally, he gave in and simply grabbed her by the shoulders, steered her to the table and pushed her down into the seat. He slid a plate piled high with panic-numbing pastries over to her and waited until she took a bite.

“It's a book signing event, it's a big deal, but not the end of the world. It means that a bunch of people not only love the romance novel you wrote, it means they love it enough to want a signed copy." Ben gave a sigh as he sank into the seat beside her. He re-read the message on her laptop screen for the fifth time, glossing over the overly-cheery tone of the publisher and the schedule, and the half dozen times they suggested that she doesn't cancel. It was followed by another five reminders about how good the publicity would be.

He hadn't been the biggest fan of the publisher from the start, but they were the only ones who would pick up a story written by a pokemon that wasn't psychic. Thanks to a certain Gardevoir who decided to write a 12 book trashy romance series, pokemon writers were not held in the most serious of regard. It made things harder due to Lyssa's novel being a true romance story trying not to be lost in the sea of borderline fanfiction.

The book was written from the point of view of a Linoone as she grew closer and closer to her trainer. Lyssa kept the details light, as that relationship blossomed into something more heated. It was a situation that Ben recognized rather easily, even if it were a Linoone rather than a rockruff.

He watched as Lyssa poked her head around the corner, followed by her whiteboard.

“What do I do?" It said, visibly written on the hastily erased remains of a dozen other previous messages.

“I think you should go. Show all those people that a pokemon can write a fantastic romance novel. Obviously these people like the relationship you've made. They bought your book, and even demanded to have it signed."

The lycanroc paused for a moment, then carefully wrote out another message before turning the board over once more. He could almost feel the anxiety and trepidation in the way she wrote, her normally pristine handwriting sloppy despite the time it took.

“What if it's all because they think I'm human?"

Ben reached across the table to grab her paw, and held it tightly.

“Listen, you may not have figured this out yet, but humans are kinky. We love things that are considered odd, taboo, or strange. The internet is full of people doing far, far stranger things to one another than sleeping with their pokemon. I for the record just have all the good kinks, like large red werewolf girls who have a tendency to drag me to the bedroom and write smut about it afterwards."

He relished sweet victory as he saw her muzzle split into a smile. Lyssa leaned in and pressed her lips to his in an awkward, rawst pastry-filling flavored kiss.

Usually she just licked him until he got annoyed, but she made a point to kiss his way when she wanted to be cute.

“Horny Human~"

“Seriously though, It's going to be fine, it's a bunch of people who love pokemon romance novels, not like they're die-hard literary critics." He said, and squeezed her paw a last time before he snatched a pastry off her stack. “Afterwards we can go celebrate at the new ice cream shop downtown. Supposedly they suggest berry themed booze to go with your choices." That earned her attention, and he could all but see tension leaving her body. “Good, I think that's settled."

Ben pulled the red and white werewolf into a hug, holding her tightly, just enjoying the feeling of her fur against him as he gently stroked her back. He let her return to her preparations, significantly less frantic than before, meanwhile he enjoyed a well-earned pastry.

Nearly four hours later, Lyssa was ready for her debut. Her fur had been immaculately brushed and slightly styled, giving her mane a curled and feminine look. Every errant tuft of fur had been combed into place, her clawed fingers had been filed and shaped. She even had them buffed, bringing out their natural shine.

All the pampering and preparation in the world couldn't staunch the visible worry he saw in Lyssa, however. Even his own stomach was twisted into knots in empathy. Beneath that worry also bubbled an anticipating excitement; she was finally getting the recognition she had so well earned.

He heard someone speaking outside the little back room they had been given, before there was a little knock. As he turned to face the door it practically swung open hard enough to rattle the frame. Like something out of a movie, there was a blond woman in tight fitting black and grey clothes, a shadowy Zoroark wavered behind her like an apparition. However, an overactive imagination could only stall Ben for a moment.

“Nikki, Sio, You guys made it!" He called, opening his arms as the two came in for hugs. “I thought you two had a gym battle yesterday in Cyllage, how did you guys get here so fast?" He asked as Lyssa practically lifted Nikki off the floor in a crushing hug. She gave Sio a far less spine-crushing greeting, and the two quickly descended into chatter.

“Grant actually told us about a shortcut after the battle. We saved a ton of time. And… that's my third badge now!" Nikki said, before she waved her hand. “But enough about that, Lyssa's the real news! I'm so excited for you! It's about time they recognize the new queen of pokemon on trainer action!" Lyssa's ears perked and she let out her version of a stifled laugh. “I would have you sign my copy buuuut I slipped it into the bag of another trainer after meeting her Thievul." Her mouth split into a wide grin and she winked. “I left them some words of encouragement, and I'm sure they'll get the idea."

“I'm sure you pushed them in the right direction. You keep doing this and the next book is going to be about you~" Lyssa wrote, flashing a toothy and all-to-knowing grin at the girl.

“Oh Sio, wouldn't that be nice? The mysterious traveling pair, wherever they go people start banging their pokemon like they're some sort of legendary duo." She joked, hugging the dark type fox closely before she broke out into a giggle. “No matter what the next book is about I know I'm going to love it~" Nikki's face turned a slight red, though the look in her eyes as she glanced at Sio served to reinforce her comment.

Lyssa started to write, but the event organizer popped their head in behind Nikki.

“Ben? Lyssa? You guys are on in a few minutes, will you come with me? We're going to go over the schedule again." The relaxation seemed to leave Lyssa as the woman spoke, any progress made from friends visiting was quickly replaced with new trepidation.

“Well, duty calls, we'll see you guys out on stage… or well you'll see Lyssa, I'll be hiding nearby!" Ben called as he was practically dragged out the door by the Lycanroc. Lyssa fiddled with his shirt a bit, nervously straightening it out as they followed along behind the organizer. He could feel the stiffness in her arms, and see it in her stride.

“Now, remember to thank the sponsor, the venue, and the publisher. Don't forget to tease about the upcoming second book, feel free to really focus on how much they should be excited." She looked up from where she was engrossed in her phone. “You look amazing by the way. They'll think you just stepped out of the contest circuit." The woman cracked a smile before her attention was reabsorbed by her phone.

“Just try to relax and be yourself, i'll be there to prompt you if you have trouble. Oh- Remember to write nice and big so all the people at the back can see, its the only interaction they get since you turned down having a translator here with us." As she paused between orders he reached to set his hand on her shoulder, but she was pulled away at the last second by the chattering organizer.

Ben clenched his hand and put it into his pocket, figuring it might do better there, after all this was her moment. He had all the confidence in the world in the red wolf girl. All the nights she stayed up late, all the times she frantically scribbled notes until her whiteboard was full. It was going to be worth it today. He peeked out into the gathering area and his breath hitched. There were almost a hundred people and pokemon crammed into the library's common area. He had been surprised when they said it would be the Lumiose public library. The stage here was mostly used for small band events and local plays, he and Lyssa had been here plenty of times for them. It felt so strange being on the other side of the nonexistent curtain.

There was movement on the other side, and he spotted Lyssa pacing, evidently trying to hype herself up. Her attention shifted as the organizer walked out on the stage, and the low conversation quieted, then vanished.

“Thank you all for coming to our event. We at Lightly Inked Publishing are excited to host this event for one of our new top sellers. We are also happy to announce that the audiobook is now available on the pokegear store, as well as the Dex-play shop. If you all could form a line for the signing we can get started. Copies up at the front are 29.99. And now here's our newest author, come on out Lyssa!"

Ben had to hand it to her, the woman had a definitive stage presence. She knew how to capture their attention, even just to advertise. She held an arm out as soft clapping echoed through the crowd, and Lyssa finally stepped out onto the stage.

A soft murmur quickly built in the line as she made her way to the desk, and started to write on her whiteboard in big, neat letters,

“Hello everyone, thanks for coming! Its amazing to see so many of you here. I didn't expect anything like this." There was hardly a response from the crowd, and as he watched Lyssa's ears pin back, his heart sank. A somewhat confused woman stepped up to the little single step stage, looking at Lyssa as she handed her book over to be signed.

“The book doesn't say it was written by a pokemon. It just says Lyssa B. Leave… Kinda weird that you write this kind of stuff isn't it?" The lady said, almost disjointed as if she , and Ben all but bit his tongue as he glared a hole in the back of the woman's head. Why would they be here if they didn't like what was shamelessly a romance novel about a pokemon and their trainer? He could see Lyssa writing out an explanation as the woman tapped her foot, though he couldn't tell if it was impatience or confusion.

“The 'B. Leave' was my trainer's suggestion, he kept telling me to believe in myself while I wrote the book." Her writing was still perfectly legible, though he could see the discomfort in her posture, dodging the second half of the question.

“He? Oh. Uh… thanks." The woman said, and stepped away.

The next few in the line were pokemon dragging their trainers along, or a few without trainers at all. Meeting real fans brought a bit more life to her smile. Ben scanned the line and the next couple of trainers looked much the same as the woman before, as if they suddenly had reconsidered their interests when coming face to face with the idea that these feelings may have been real for someone else. Seemingly they had lost their love for this kind of 'taboo' relationship when they realized it wasn't made by another similarly thinking human individual.

Ben heard the sound of claws in the wing behind him, he thought nobody else could just wander back here. He turned around to see a fluffy white pokemon all but skid around the corner. She looked at Lyssa, then at Ben, and started to walk forwards towards him with her mouth open as if she was going to say something, she paused as someone yelled from the stage and Ben wheeled back around.

“What the hell; all of us are here to meet some big time author, not a glorified pet!" The man threw one of the books from the table to the floor, the sound of it hitting reverberated like a gunshot to Ben. All eyes were on the man instantly, and Ben could see the twisted smile on their face, relishing the attention. “Bullshit to claim that you wrote the whole thing, probably just a trainer trying to cash in on the craze, and judging by how you look I bet your trainer is dicking you nice and-" The man stopped in his tracks as the air around him shimmered, his overconfident look suddenly was replaced by one of terror. Ben quickly scanned the crowd and spotted two glowing red eyes focused on the man vehemntly… Sio, and a smirking Nikki.

Things unraveled pretty quickly after that, several people started speaking at once, most yelling at the man on stage, who was now trying to turn and make his way to the exit, some yelling at Nikki and Sio. The absol from earlier dashed past Ben and onto the stage. Not knowing her intentions, Ben followed, making his way to a very visibly deflated Lyssa.

The Absol stopped just short of Lyssa, and to both their surprise, she spoke.

"I'm sorry. I- I tried to get here faster, to warn you." The absol said. "Listen the book is good, it's one of my favorites, don't listen to… all of that" they awkwardly trailed off as the trio looked at the groups of people walking out amongst the shouting matches and arguments.

The event organizer was currently locked in a shouting match with a red-faced woman. Nikki looked like she was going to knock someone out with her stare alone as she argued with several people at once, with Sio standing ominously behind her, mirroring every bit of glare. The entire event had somehow devolved into an endless debate.

Ben looked to Lyssa, and she slowly rose from the desk. She was shaking, distraught, and he could see hurt and anger in her eyes. He hadn't seen her this defeated even after their ill fated attempt at battles, even then they had expected the outcome. The trainer quickly grabbed her whiteboard and followed behind her, ignoring the soft clicking of the Absol behind him.

They took the back exit of the Library, stepping out into the setting sun of the late afternoon. The sounds of the city filtered in, buzzing of the pokemon, the drone of cars and bicycle bells, somewhere the far off cheers from the tower gym. The comforting sounds the two had grown to love, the sounds they had grown together with.

Yet among all of it, the only sound in the world he could hear was Lyssa crying.

For all their strength, pokemon were just as much human as he was. And he was just as much pokemon as they were. Lyssa sat on the curb as if the weight of the world had pulled her down. Ben wrapped an arm around his partner's shuddering shoulders. He let out a pained half chuckle as he held her, “Go figure. Humans ruin yet another good thing. I'm so sorry Lyssa. I- I don't even know what to say. Your book made all those pokemon so happy, to let them have even a taste of their fantasies. Let them see the love that exists. I saw the way a few of those trainers looked at their partners, that's not just a battle partner, they were much closer. That was you, you encouraged them to look beyond what they were and to embrace how they feel." Ben inhaled shakily, and felt Lyssa's weight lean against him. “You see the way people bond, and turn it into words, and it's one of the reasons I love your fluffy butt so much. You see the world for what it really is, and put it down in ink."

She was silent, and that was okay for him. It meant that the tears had stopped as well, and that was the best possible outcome he could have wished for. One of her paws raised up, and he clasped it in his hand.

"You sound like Dr. Garnier"

Ben felt his heart leap into his throat. “Gah for fucks sa- Absol?" He slowly turned around to face the Absol as she smiled sheepishly at them. “Why are you still here?!"

"The uh… the door locked when it closed." She said, The voice was still monotonous, but she had a sheepish half-grin on her face as she stared at the ground.

“Ly- Roc Ly." Lyssa said, with something that approached a smile.

"She said that I must be an absol with the world's worst timing. She's not exactly wrong. I was halfway here already when I felt something awful was going to happen. I tried to get here faster, but I couldn't make it. I'm sorry. I know it's a bad time to mention I'm a massive fan, but I just want to say that he's right. Your work inspired a lot of the pokemon at the research center, so many of the ones Dr. Garnier studies know about your book. It's how a lot of them got to the point they were at."

“Forgive me for asking, being that you butted into our very private conversation. But who are you, and who is Dr. Garnier?" Ben said, more than a hint of annoyance in the man's voice.

"Oh. Uh. Sorry. My name is Sylvie. I'm a pokemon from the Lumiose research lab, Dr. Garnier is the head researcher in our building, he studies the bonds between pokemon and humans."

Ben turned to face his pokemon, the panic had gone from her eyes. He reached up and wiped the teary-trails from her fur, and pulled her into a hug.

“Sylvie, sorry for snapping at you, what you said seemed to help, I'm grateful for that." He glanced back over at the other pokemon. “Oh uh, I gotta ask, where did you get the uh-" He pointed at his neck and mimed flashing with his hands.

"This? This is a Clarity Envisioned Translator 3! Dr. Garnier, got one special order so he could talk with the pokemon who came in, but he usually has me translate instead."

“Ah. There go my hopes of getting one for us for any reasonable price." Ben broke the hug as he stood, turned, and held out his hand for her to take, pulling her up off the curb and back into his embrace.

“Come on, I told you we were getting boozy ice cream didn't I? A promise is a promise." He buried his head into the crook of her neck, and got a gentle growl as a reply. “Let's drown the day in ice cream and alcohol. Start all of this fresh tomorrow." He said, which earned another smile from the werewolf.

"Hey guys wait up. Listen I know this might be pushing it, You literally wrote my most favorite book, and I feel like I let you down. Let me at least buy your guys' ice cream?" Sylvie said, having taken a step after them. “I'd be happy to talk about the book… or not at all."

Ben shrugged and looked at the Lycanroc. Lyssa watched Sylvie's hopeful face for a moment, then smirked and waved a paw. The Absol's eyes lit up, and she hurried over to join them as they started their journey, the dipping sun bathing their path in a brilliant orange halo.

By the time they reached the shop the sun was barely peeking over the tops of the buildings. Long shadows stretched across the streets plunging the world into cool colors. The lights of the city sprang on street by street, replacing the muted orange with brilliant pops of every color. In the distance the glow of Lumiose tower filled the air.

Lyssa wrapped an arm around her trainer, leaning on him as they walked through the bright city streets and finally reached their destination. It was a little place, barely big enough for ten. The bell rang as they stepped inside to get in line, met instantly with the scent of fresh waffle cones, sugar in the air, and the sight of dozens of flavors of ice cream. They each ordered; wyrdeer tracks for Lyssa, made with pokemon safe chocolate, caramel coffee for Ben, and mint for Sylvie. The absol managed to pay by clumsily clicking her collar to the tap-n-pay, and Ben ordered the suggested bottle of Pecha-cream liquor at the end. They picked an outside table, and settled to enjoy their treat.

The trio ate as Sylvie asked questions about the book. Lyssa seemed more than enthusiastic to answer them, earning giggles from the Absol at some points, and blushes at others. Long after their ice cream was gone the trio eventually enjoyed the buzzing of the night air as they watched the city. Lyssa curled against her trainer again, and he wrapped an arm around her, sometimes the best one could do for their partner was simply to be there.

Sylvie stiffened suddenly, knocking her empty cup over on the table as she looked up at the sky. She cocked her head sideways as if she was curious about something.

“Something wrong?" Ben asked,

“I just felt… off for a second, then it went away." The sudden roar of thunder cascaded across the city, and the first few drops of rain began to patter against the ground the moment she finished speaking.

“Oh shit, everyone inside." Ben said, only to look over to the small crowd packed into the shop, leaving no standing room for three.

“The lab's too far to make it back, it feels like this is going to be a bad storm" Sylvie said, looking off towards Lumiose tower.

“We live just down the block, come on!" Ben yelled against the increasing rainfall. He grabbed the bottle of booze, winked at Lyssa and started running. By the time he was halfway down the block the rain opened up fully, and he went from wet to drenched in a matter of seconds. He hollered as cold water soaked him to the bone, and he heard the giggles from both pokemon as they raced past, leaving him far behind. He caught up to them as Lyssa opened the door to their little house. Ben stepped in, dripping water everywhere as he went, seeing the two girls poofy from shaking the excess water off outside.

Ten minutes later and the storm raged outside, but with towels and a fresh change of clothes Ben felt significantly better.

"Sorry again. If you haven't noticed my- abilities. They're generally a little late." Ben heard the telltale squeak of a whiteboard, and turned to face his lycanroc

“Absols predict disaster, not the weather."

“Is the doctor going to be upset if you don't come back? My phone says this rain isn't going to let up until late into the morning. I can drive you back if you need it."

"He's easily distracted." She said, slow and measured, the collar blinking a few times as she did. "Leon is…Dumb-horny, too smart" The translator paused before it almost tried to say two words at once.

“What in the world does that mean?" Ben asked, watching as the lights on the collar went haywire.

"The translator isn't perfect, especially with this being a test model. Some things just don't translate well, Pokemon communicate a lot with feelings rather than words. The short version is Leon knows I am gone, but he is probably... busy. Or he would have called by now."

“Isn't he worried about you?"

“I'm sure he normally would be. I'm not his pokemon though. I just live at the lab. Someone left my egg there years ago, I ended up being raised by Leon mostly, I spent a lot of time helping him out. Including being his 'wingman' more than a few times. I imagine he's probably busy with a visitor or their trainer… or both."

“I see, well, I guess when you can say you have a good research job, you can get the ladies easily." Ben said with a snicker. “The couch is pretty comfortable, I'll get you some blankets for tonight. And hey, don't beat yourself up about the rain. I already have to deal with wet dog smell every time she showers anyway" Ben said, jerking a thumb towards the Lycanroc

“Roooc" She growled in response, despite the grin on her muzzle.

“Thanks, and I'm sure he knows I'm fine, the collar has a sort of status update. I sent one saying I'm okay, so he won't think I got kidnapped."

“Well, I figure we have one large bottle of liquor, do you drink?"

“Depends, usually only when we do game night at the lab"

“Oh? Lyssa you might finally have someone who can challenge you at scrabble."

“And someone else to beat you at poker" She wrote in response, earning a mock hurt look from Ben.

“I'm not that bad, come one." Lyssa let out a snort, and walked off, returning with a few board games.

Half the bottle and lots of laughs later and the three were very warm. The liquor tased like sweetened pecha and nothing else, making it quite dangerous. They had just finished the latest game and Sylvie seemed ready to call it quits. Ben walked off to retrieve the blankets after that, and made sure Sylvie was comfortable on the couch. He noted the absence of one rock type and the half-full bottle of liquor. He decided now was a good time to wish the absol a good night, and he walked down the hall towards the office door.

Lyssa was sitting at her desk, the bottle next to her with a few sips visibly missing. He could smell the pecha as soon as he entered the room, easing the door closed behind him. He moved over and put a hand on Lyssa's shoulder, peeking at the screen. He saw the cursor blinking in the middle of a paragraph on screen; It was her would-be sequel.

Ben dragged another chair over, putting it close enough that he could lean against Lyssa and took a swig from the bottle. The sound of keys clacking turned his attention back to the screen as Lyssa typed away.

“Do you think it's even worth it to finish?" the words looked so ominous on the screen, 12 point font, accusatory, and glaring beneath the pages and pages of story already written.

“Well, what did Gramps always say: 'why half-ass two things when you could full ass one thing?' There's plenty of assholes in the world, and some of those assholes happened to read your book. It's over halfway done. I say you finish it. The best way to show them that you aren't going to bend to their critique."

“The publisher might not even take it" Once again the blinking cursor had more weight than he could have ever expected. She snagged the bottle and sipped deeply and he sighed and took the bottle back. It replaced his own feelings of uncertainty with the burn of alcohol.

“Then we publish it online. Or through the pokemarts. Gramps already put your first book out on the shelves for his pokemart chain, why not your second? I'm sure we can find someone to print it, think about that: Lyssa B. Leave, self-published pokemon author." He handed the bottle back as she stared at the screen, a snort left her as she took a swig and started typing.

“I'll be right up there with Robin Celestin."

“No, you'll be much better. Good self-published romance beats trashy borderline fan-fiction from a snooty Gardevoir. You're so much better than that, I think I'd need to drink half this bottle before I liked anything they wrote." He said, taking a swig before and after the word romance. Try as he might, he could smother his tongue in pecha flavor, but not wash the taste of bad romance fiction out of his mouth.

Greedy claws snatched the bottle back from him and Lyssa took another long sip, typing after. “Okay that was a low bar. Still it's always all about the psychic writers, pulling ideas out of the heads of their readers. Until today some of my readers didn't even know I was a pokemon!"

Ben read the line a few times, and sighed. “Yeah, we shouldn't have ever agreed to let them leave that out. I think they wanted to use your book signing as some sort of publicity stunt… that sure went well for them. We can make the best of a bad time. I- Well, I don't know how it feels to write, or to show that writing to the world. I can only watch from afar, and to see how much effort you put into all this. The passion you have for writing, some days I think it's more than your passion in bed" He said with a chuckle, feeling a warmth rising to his cheeks.

“Lycan~" She teased back, and stole the bottle again. A few more good natured jokes and the two simply enjoyed the company of each other alongside the rapidly dwindling bottle. Ben did his best to allay Lyssa's doubts and fears, and she did her best to come up with new ones. The time passed marked only by how low the bottle got and how much warmer Ben's head felt. The familiar creeping tingle as the world seemed to turn just a moment too slowly when he looked at Lyssa.

“- Or just end the story on a cliffhanger, have Devon be balls deep in his Linoone as someone walks in and bam, end the book" Ben said, earning a playful punch from Lyssa, her paw staying against his chest as she typed slowly with the other.

“You just like that because it almost happened to us" her single-handed typing drew out the message, making it easier for his alcohol addled brain to actually process. He tugged her into a hug, earning a yip as he put his head against her shoulder

“It wasn't my fault we were fucking at the train station. How can I turn down an exhibisitionist Lycanroc's ass when you grind against me like that?"

“Ly-Roc" She replied, and he didn't even need the whiteboard. Her message was loud and clear: 'You don't.' Her paw strayed down from his back, settling in his lap.

Through the haze of the alcohol he couldn't think of anything but how warm she was. He leaned in and kissed her, tasting the pecha on her tongue as he did. She eagerly accepted, but a moment later pushed him away, bringing her paws back to the keyboard.

“And what if your lycanroc did this?" She typed, before she leaned forward over the desk, pushing up from her chair..

His view filled with the sight of her firm, red lycanroc rear. As if waiting for his gaze to dip to just the right spot, her tail flipped up, creating a teardrop of white fluff down the middle. One paw eased back and gripped her cheek, spreading herself and bringing her tight rear and black spade into view. She was teasingly slick at her Y-shaped entrance, drawing his attention.

With no consideration, Ben buried his face against her soft ass, his tongue found its way to her core and caressed it slowly. With alcohol running through his system and the sweetness of pecha still running through his mind, she tasted like an exotic desert, enticing him for more and more.

A ragged gasp left her muzzle as he pressed his tongue more firmly against her, seeking out more of her flavor. The heat in his cheeks and his chest were no longer only the booze, and now matched the heat in his pants. He consumed her with a new-found fervor, idolizing the sweet new combination of pecha and Lycanroc. He felt her push back eagerly against him, grinding against his face and making more excited noises that made his eagerness burn brighter.

When his loving attention brought out a long and slow whine, he pulled away to see her looking back at him. Her eyes glowed softly despite the light of the room and he knew his tongue wasn't going to be enough for the needy werewolf. He stood, pushing the chairs out of the way as he reached for his pants button. Instead, Lyssa lunged, jumping into his arms and wrapping her legs around his waist as she pulled him into another fierce kiss.

Ben wheeled backwards and gently crashed against the shelf, sending a few books clattering to the floor. The taste of sweet booze on her muzzle buried the flavor of her cunny still lingering on his tongue. He shivered as she let out a low croon into their kiss. He could feel the sheer warmth of her entrance as she ground her hips against his urgently, leaving a slick spot on his pants. He turned around and lifted her up against the shelves this time, one hand cupping across and squeezing her rear for support as he struggled to undo his pants with the other.

She saved him the trouble of trying; with a tearing noise and the barest drag of a claw against his skin, she ripped through the waistband of his pants all the way down to the crotch. She took out his poor boxers with them, allowing his cock to spring free into the soft, ticklish fur just below the heat of her bare, needy spade. It felt like a fire waiting to be stoked into a blaze, making his own inner fire throb in his cheeks, chest, and loins.

Her paws almost immediately moved up from his shredded pants to his shirt, a long and slow tearing noise sounding as she lazily drug her claw up from his navel to his neck. The barest hint of pressure against his skin sent shivers through his spine. He now wore nothing but tatters of his clothes and his Lycanroc around his waist; His shaft throbbed urgently against her thigh as she pulled back from their kiss to stare him in the eye..

“Roc. Ly-Can-Roc."

She demanded and he happily obliged. Once more he leaned in, though this time he buried his face in her neck, biting down on her shoulder to draw out a languid moan. She wrapped her arms under his, her claws somehow managing not to break his delicate skin. At the same time he readjusted his grip on her body, his cock-tip finding that superheated entrance pressed against it. She was more than slick enough, and all it took was shifting her weight to drive into her depths all at once.

Tight, hot, and very, very wet walls gripped him from all sides like a wet electric blanket. She let loose another low moan as her legs tightened around him, her insides clamping down as she worked her hips against his, grinding herself on every single inch of him. Electricity ran through their veins as Ben found the strength to pull back. She clung to him in more ways than one as he pulled out, feeling her desperately trying to keep him inside.

He drove himself deep once more, moaning into her shoulder as her insides throbbed and clenched hard. Each movement jostled the poor bookshelf behind them, enough that Lyssa reached back to steady herself against it as he started to thrust with determination into the horny werewolf. The booze only seemed to be taking them both to new heights, feeding that determination.

Ben could hear the sound his thrusts made now amongst the noise of their passion; the slick bump of his groin against hers, of his lap to her thighs, and the noise of her arousal drooling around their connection. He hadn't seen her this horny in quite a while, likely due to her preoccupation with writing. Now they were letting it all out, fanning the flames of their lust and love and sending them soaring.

He felt her claws digging deeper into his back as her tunnel clamped down once again in a way no human could ever hope to emulate. Her body just wasn't as large as his, despite the fact she could probably pick him up over her head if she wanted to. It amplified the subtle differences in feeling to a wonderful degree. Every inch of him sank into her, filling her completely and feeling as though he was trying to sink deeper still. There wasn't much room to work with, and with the angle he felt his tip kiss her back wall. Normally the jolt of him bottoming out in her was jarring, even slightly uncomfortable. However, with the haze of alcohol and how long it had been, everything felt new, improved, and incredible.

Lyssa seemed to be feeling that same intensity. Her name left her lips over and over as she panted against the hard fucking. With each bounce of her rear in his hands as he pounded up into her, she cried out and her insides spasmed around him.

“Fuck! I'm going to fuck you full Lyssa—I'll make those scenes in your book look tame." Ben said breathily, panting hard as he tried to thrust harder. Passionate and driven as they were, he could finally feel his stamina starting to dip, and if he didn't bring them to their finish now there was no telling what she would do to him. He was honestly surprised they hadn't reached that point already, but it was possible the alcohol was doing more than just heightening the moment. “I'm going to make you moan out so hard, that fucking Gardevoir would faint in reaction, she wouldn't know a good orgasm even if she watched!"

'Cannnnnn!" was all she managed to respond with, hazily focused on him as her body rocked with the force of his mating. She looked ready for him to make good on his word, from the way her body was rhythmically clamping around him, to the heavy panting and how she steadily grew tighter, like a wound up spring.

To make good on his duties as her mate, he hoisted her up another inch and gave her his all.

His moans were drowned out by hers as the harder, deeper rut filled her depths. The angle, and power ground against her sensitive walls getting that little bit more attention she needed. It tipped the scale at last, her moan slowly became a howl as her head swung back, her song echoed through the room as she descended into orgasm.

And maddeningly, he still hadn't joined her! Ben held on for dear life as Lyssa's cunny tried its best to claim his seed. He could barely move his body with how tightly she held him now, yet somehow he still managed to keep his pace. The sound of their lovemaking was a great deal wetter now, dribbling on the floor and ruined clothes beneath them.

But he could feel his peak finally rising now. Gleeful anticipation gave him more energy as he prepared his hips. “You're mine." he growled, feeling his voice tremble as that point of no return finally signaled his release to come...

They were so consumed in the moment that they didn't hear the skittering of claws down the hallway, nor the urgent thumping against the door. Only when the door crashed open, and revealed an absol with a still glowing horn, did either of them remember that they weren't alone.

"Something bad is going to happen to your eyes!"

Lyssa jerked, accidentally pushing Ben away, slipping him free from her insides with an audible pop. Without his support she crashed to the ground with a loud thump. The vibration sent the bookshelf teetering dangerously, its contents starting to slide forward.

Panic made Ben's hands shoot forward and catch the shelf, pushing it back into place with a solid bang against the wall. Everything on it wobbled and several items fell over, but not off. Despite their sudden audience, Ben felt relief flush through his body...

Followed by an impatiently held back orgasm.

Looking up reflexively at the sound of the bang, Lyssa saw Ben holding onto the shelf as well as his rapidly twitching, throbbing shaft. With a sudden jerk, he splattered her hair in a spurt of seed. Another jerk sprayed her with a messier volley, with one rope catching her right in the eye, blinding her and making her bark in surprise.

The absol skidded to a stop, her eyes widening at the spectacle before her. Immediately she started to backpedal, body hunching up as she backed into the door and slid against the wooden flooring. She tried to turn around to escape, only to bang her horn against the door frame; she was too large to turn around in the middle of the doorway, which left her a hunched over ball of ruffled fur and panic. "Oh fuck not again"

“Roc!"

“What the fuck?!"

Ben let go of the shelf to reach down and try to help the flailing lycanroc off the floor, grabbing his torn up shirt to use to try and clean her face. A glance in Sylvie's direction showed the Absol's face blushing a deep purple, her eyes darting back and forth between his flagging erection and Lyssa''s open legs. What little pleasure was left from their romp before was now doused in intoxicated panic; they had finally been caught at the act, and it had been in the privacy of their own home no less.

"I didn't know you two were… Sol. Im sorry!" the light on Sylvie's collar blinked a few times, cycling between colors as it failed to translate her paused expression. Instead she looked bashfully the other way as the two glared at her, staring further into the room. "This explains so much about the book."

Feeling a bit less self-conscious now, Ben finally got his pokemon up off the floor. Now that he had a better angle, he saw that he had only hit one eye with his climax, but she hadn't managed to actually wipe away the glob in the confusion. “let's get your face cleaned real quick."

Lyssa didn't budge when he tried to guide her towards the bathroom and gestured for her whiteboard instead. He passed it to her and waited as she wrote out a quick message. Squinting slightly as she held her other eye shut tight. “Don't worry about getting caught. This isnt as big of a deal among pokemon as it is with humans." She tapped the board a few times, something she did when she meant to emphasize a point strongly.

Sylvie shot them a sidelong look, trying not to stare but too curious to look away properly. “What did she say?"

“She says it's not as big a deal getting caught by you as it would be if it was another human." he paraphrased.

To his surprise, this made Sylvie look even more embarrassed as she started tracing a circle on the floor with a claw. "I should have-" She paused as the light blinked once more "Recognized certain sounds for what they were."

Lyssa finally managed to wipe most of the spunk out of her eye, blinking several times to test her vision before she refocused her gaze on Sylvie. The absol's paw paused in its circle tracing, and the two shared a long, silent stare. Sylvie seemed to shrink a little more in place, but Lyssa ignored this as she looked back to Ben. She reached up to wipe the spunk from her hair before shamelessly licking her paw clean and returning to writing. “This might be the first time you haven't finished inside me. I don't like it. It feels unfulfilling"

There was a lazily drawn heart underneath, reinforced by a smile, both signaled a change of mood from the lycanroc. Ben found himself blushing just a bit more than he already was; they had finally been caught, and Lyssa's mood seemed just as flirtatious as before!

Sylvie must have thought his flush had more to do with anger than embarrassment, as she stood up and started backing out the door—she hadn't realized she could have escaped when she had turned into the room earlier. "I'm just going to go back to the-"

“Roc."

She paused mid-step. "You want me to wait? But you're both…" The light paused before blinking several times and emitting a soft buzzing noise, replaced by a series of growling variations of 'absol' before it finally chirped, "sexual-arousal, scent, marked." Sylvie shook her head at what it said, and pawed at the collar.

“Ly-can."

"Messy. Let's go with Messy."

At Ben's inquiring gaze, Lyssa wiped her board clean and quickly filled it back out.

“Words that don't work in human speech. Best explanation is the phrase 'you two smell like he got you pregnant' mixed with a sort of 'good job'." Lyssa wrote, and tapped the board once as Ben skimmed over the words.

“Uh… thanks? I think. I can't tell if that's a compliment or not." Between the shock of the situation and the haziness in his head he was left in a strange state. He wasn't used to not knowing what Lyssa was saying until after the fact, though that might have had more to do with being drunk and still half naked in front of someone else.

"It is and is not. Mating smells both very good and very bad. The meaning is similar."

“Underhanded compliment." Ben said, covering himself with what remained of his pants as he stood back up. He started to shuffle towards the door, but the sound of a claw tapping on the whiteboard stopped him. Lyssa held up the board at him, having written a new, larger line that both could see.

“There's more to it."

"Wait no don't thats-" Once more the translator failed to parse the words, leaving growls and grunts, until it found something it could use, "bad-good, embarrassed, warm."

Not understanding, Ben looked between the two for some sort of explanation. Lyssa seemed to be trying to urge the absol into clarifying, but instead Sylvie hid her face behind her paws. The lycanroc chuckled before writing something else on the board.

“The phrase implies interest."

“Interest?" Ben said, both confused and surprised. Lyssa had a smug look on her muzzle as she wrote something else, but stepped over towards Sylvie so only she could see it after she tapped her to get her attention. She reluctantly put her paws down and read the message, only for her eyes to bulge out and her jaw drop open.

"But I've never even... Well I have thought about it because of your book- Thought about it a lot actually, but… Really?"

Now Ben definitely felt left out, and he began to suspect something else too. “Lyssa, just what are you trying to do here?" His suspicions only grew stronger when she didn't answer him, but whispered something to the absol that made her blush and cover her face up once more.

Normally he could pick out the little details here and there when she spoke, but this was new; he couldn't get a feel for what she was saying. It ended with Lyssa rather unceremoniously standing and she 'stretched' in a way altogether too familiar to him. She bent at the waist and just plainly flashed Sylvie her rear, and he knew the view well. There was nothing the absol didn't see. “Lyssa?" He tentatively asked, reminded of the fact he was keeping himself hidden with little more than the tattered remains of his pants..

Lyssa started writing again, still speaking to the rather silent Sylvie. She eventually turned the board over.

“I asked her a few personal questions. Her actions answered them for me. Then I told her that I have a strong mate who has only claimed one when he could certainly claim more."

Confusion raced through Ben's mind, mixed with a half dozen other feelings. Slowly the gears managed to turn and pull a realization out of the haze of booze and recent sex.

“Are you asking me to…" He looked over at Sylvie who was peeking between her claws, her bright eyes focused on him. He noticed that her tail quivered slightly, as if holding itself back from wiggling back and forth, just enough of a hint for him to look back to Lyssa, who was holding up a new message.

Lyssa nodded, writing out another message.

“With pokemon, there's no greater way to brag about your mate than to share them. She interrupted us, and I know you can't smell her, but I can. She is plenty interested.''

Even with it written out, he couldn't quite believe it, the absol had all but followed them home with stars in her eyes. Now here Lyssa was flashing them and offering him up like a toy, though from the way Sylvie peeked between her claws he knew Lyssa wasn't kidding.

"That's not fair! You don't have to tell him that!" before hiding her face once more, tail now wagging unrestrained.

“Lyssa this is… this is a lot" He said, and exhaled shakily. “I know you're kinky and all, but I'm not going to risk our relationship by-"

She stepped close and put a single claw to his lips to shush him. She retracted her hand and started writing again, much slower as she concentrated. When she turned it around, he saw that she had filled the entire thing, leaving no room for more.

“I know this is a lot for you. Humans are much more uptight about all this than pokemon are. I know you love me, and you're not going to ditch me for anyone else, and you know that I feel the same way. However I was being serious, when you find a strong and wonderful mate it's almost instinct to want to share them. I want to see you take everything you deserve, and give everything you've got. Trust me it's more normal among pokemon."

Ben looked over at Sylvie, who was watching him from behind lowered paws as if waiting for his response. This only solidified the words on the whiteboard in his mind. He felt an incriminating twinge in his lap; his head might have been having trouble with the message, but his dick certainly had no reservations. With a shaky sigh and a smiling Lycanroc urging him on, he grabbed the bottle of liquor off the desk and took a strong swig of the contents. Sweet, burning Pecha determination filled his chest, and warmth flooded his stomach as well as his lap.

“Sylvie, I guess it's up to you then. I haven't seen Lyssa this turned on since the time we fucked in the middle of a concert, and I'm very used to multiple rounds with her, so I'm willing to give it a go if you are." He let the tatters of his pants fall to the floor now, his shaft springing up with absolute bravado for her viewing pleasure.

The absol's eyes were on him immediately, and he recognized that look, the same kind Lyssa got. It was a hunger of another kind, a single expression worth a hundred words. She made a squeaking noise, something the collar couldn't seem to translate, before she spoke again.

"Let's just say her book has been the subject of many of my nighttime fantasies. Knowing that you're the real human that all my fantasies are based off of, I can't deny that it's beyond tempting. I've never uh… mated with anyone, I've watched a lot at the center though..." She trailed off slowly, looking between the lycanroc's spread legs, and the human's twitching cock. "Can… Can you both?" she said, before the translator held as she paused on a syllable of her name, holding the 'sol' "Both at the same time?"

Ben looked to Lyssa whose muzzle hung open as she slowly panted; not an unusual state when she got riled up by the first bout of sex. It could have been the booze talking—that familiar tingle in the back of his mind reminding him how much he had already drank—but her confirming nod to him before she turned her gaze back to the absol let him know that this wasn't just a case of muddled inhibitions. He watched as she hooked a claw neatly into the band of Sylvie's translator and tugged her further into the room, softly growling something that could have been teasing words in pokespeech, then pressed her muzzle to the other in a full blown kiss.

Sylvie let out a surprised squeak, eyes widened for a moment before they lost focus. Ben could see the way her muzzle began to move with Lyssa's as the two made out. Having never seen his girl do such a thing before, he could only assume she was 'teaching by doing,' and the sight and sounds of their joined faces brought an urgent throb to his dick.

He closed the door to the room and moved behind the absol, hand brushing across the white, pristine fur of her side and flank. A gentle brush of his thumb revealed her onyx skin below the field of almost pristine white, something Lyssa's together fur didn't do unless he dug his fingers in. The shorter hairs felt different, yet similar too, just like the long, blade-like tail that threatened to whack him as it began wagging again; Lyssa's also wagged when she got particularly excited, but it just didn't have the size to cause him any harm.

With his free hand he seized the base, halting its movement and making the absol stiffen up. He knelt down to get a closer view of the absol's personal space. Unlike Lyssa, Sylvie's parts were not quite canine; instead of a wet, black spade he found himself staring along the furry, puffy folds with a hint of darker skin going deeper. Trailing his finger past the dark blue star beneath her tail and along the side of one fold made them both twitch, and he thought he saw a hint of moisture bead up from it. Pressing to the side he spread her lips and revealed the moist, near-black space waiting for his attention.

Despite her muzzle being occupied and the messy noises that came from it, Sylvie still managed to make enough noises that the collar could translate. "Surprise-Arousal, we're actually doing this?"

In response, Ben let her opening close again, before he stroked his finger tip directly across her entrance. Each movement made her body shudder, almost violently so when he focused on a particular point at the bottom for a few seconds. Then, he switched to two fingers, he dipped them in just far enough to spread her apart and put everything on display, before he brought his face forward and trapped Sylvie in his own kind of kiss.

“Oh FUCK yes, we're doing this!"

Her entire body was like a plaything to his movements, from her paws half dancing in place to her tail trying to wag in his grip. Loud, near-orgasmic moans were muffled by Lyssa's muzzle, sometimes setting off the random word from the translation collar. When his tongue delved deeper into body her inner walls squeezed back immediately, yet he pried his way past their inexperienced efforts easily, finding sensitive , delicious spots that caused her to writhe even further. While Lyssa always had an earthy taste with a hint of sweetness, Sylvie was sweeter with the barest hint of sour, almost like licorice.

A loud gasp signaled the two females separating, loud, heavy panting on both sides suggesting they had finally needed air. Ben's view was blocked, busy as he was, but the little squeaks and soft, husky moans he heard suggested Lyssa was doing other things to tease their new partner at the moment.

Her rear wiggled more purposely against his face, pushing back against the pleasure he was offering. He gladly held her rear spread to let his tongue slip just a little deeper into her depths. A long, ecstatic croon filled his ears. "He-He's really good at that"

“Roc~" Lyssa sounded both proud and pleased.

"I don't even have a spa-ah!" That was when Ben began his sneak attack, switching nearly all his attention onto her nub further down. Sylvie's gasp of surprise became a cry of uncontrolled pleasure as he ground his tongue into that pleasure button, making her practically fall back into his face; she might have even lost the ability to stand and they were the only thing keeping her upright.

Ben was a little worried he would actually end up falling back and trapped under absol pussy, not that he would mind. Sylvie's outburst was suddenly stifled and her weight shifted forward. The abrupt shift pulled his meal away from him, and with that he gained a new sense of the room. Lyssa had one paw wrapped around the absol's horn, and held her head down between her own thighs. From the slick sounds that followed and the light bucking of hips, Ben figured Sylvie was getting a feel for yet another new thing..

With a chuckle he returned to eating the absol out, ensuring that she wouldn't be left wanting. He happily lost himself in his work, every twitch and clench her tunnel made around his exploring tongue encouraged him to seek out the spots that made her hips grind against his face and her body quiver.

From there the threeway became a cacophony of sounds, with Lyssa letting out a pleasured moan as she held onto Sylvie's horn, and rode the inexperienced yet determined tongue that explored her spade. Ben's own handiwork had his face covered in the absol's pleasure, her cunny likewise only drooled more. In between moments when he needed to surface for air, he replaced his tongue with a pair of fingers, and sank them into the tight, quivering passage. He pulled back and started to finger-fuck her into a different pace of pleasures as his thumb rolled across her clit. Each time he brushed her button it threw her off her rhythm, which in turn prompted Lyssa to pull her up for another messy, lustful kiss before planting her right back where she wanted her."Arceus humans have magical fingers!" Sylvia crooned, shuddering around his touch. As her head dipped back down between Lyssa's legs the lycanroc grabbed her whiteboard and quickly wrote something. She showed it to him with an emphatic tap to make sure he noticed the thick, bold letters.“Fuck her. Now"

He felt his own heart skip a beat at that, but he nodded. With a wet pop he pulled his fingers free of Sylvie's soaked entrance, and watched as Lyssa spun her onto her back with a yelp. Before the absol could get to her feet, Lyssa crawled on top of her and let out a low, provocative growl before she pressed her muzzle up against the other in another sloppy kiss.

Ben found himself with quite the sight; two female pokemon, one being his lover, locked in an up close tangle of bodies. Sylvie had one paw pressed into Lyssa's chest in a mirrored gesture, while the other shifted aimlessly to the side beside the one Lyssa used to support herself on the floor. The lycanroc's legs were spread into a wide, crouched stance, spreading Sylvie's legs just as wide and putting both their rears on full display.

As if sensing his focus, Lyssa pulled her lips away from Sylvie's, and grinned at him from over her shoulder as she reached back and spread her cheeks wider. Her spade twitched, and he watched as a shiny dollop of excitement danced down the edge of it to hang precariously before it fell with a splash onto the lips he had been teasing only a moment ago.

Ben eagerly moved up and teasingly ground the head of his cock against Sylvie's entrance, the warmth of her excitement radiatiated off it making him throb. Lyssa gave him an approving but impatient nod and pushed back against his stomach, grinding her own hot spot against him in need as he focused onto the absol peering around her. “Ready Sylvie?"

Her body wiggled, eyes boring into him imploringly. "Yes! Ruin-Claim!"

He pushed forwards at her words, both Ben and Lyssa watching the absol's face as he sank inch after inch of cock into her. Sylvie's jaw fell open, then her eyes widened, then they clenched shut as a husky moan rang out, sending the collar into a fit of noise. Her hindpaws twitched and kicked at the air. Through it all, her back arched once he got more than half of his length inside her. Even with the use of his fingers and tongue before, her body squeezed and pushed back against him as if too small to hold him. Ben patiently and intently ground forward, stretching her walls until his hips met wet, white fur.

Sylvie's body couldn't seem to make up its mind about going slack or tensing up. She let out a heavy, shaky breath as her eyes opened up again, struggling to focus. She looked flushed, hints of purple creeping along her cheeks. Her inner walls flexed around the shaft stretching their limits, which only served to make her squirm all over again. “Arceus above I feel so full."

Lyssa leaned in and whispered something into her ear, inaudible to him. Whatever it was made the purple tinge of before blossom brilliantly, before it was followed by a several needy, wanting moans that the collar actually translated. “Breed, cum, climax, disaster!"

The collar's broken speech told Ben all he needed to hear. His hips pulled back and gave a firm, calculated push, earning a loud moan from the absol as he restuffed her quivering insides, followed by another, and another. The way her moans reverberated off the walls made him incredibly thankful they didn't have any close neighbors. His hands couldn't reach Sylvie's hips, but since he didn't seem to need to keep her in place to bottom out inside her. so he grabbed Lyssa's instead. One hand stroked across her rear and sank two fingers into her waiting canine spade. Lyssa shuddered as her eager loins squeezed appreciatively around the digits, she muffled her own moans and Sylvie's as she pulled the absol into another fervent kiss, both of them enjoying the ride.

Sylvie fought diligently, claws curled and flexed in a rhythm of growing intensity, but her inexperience—and the fact that the two had her coiled up like a spring before the main course even started—brought her to her peak first. The collar simply made a low droning noise as she broke out of her fang-locked kiss with a loud “Sol!" She clamped down around Ben so tightly he could barely move. Her walls gripped and spasmed and rippled, demanding he plant himself deep and fill her to the brim. He ground himself into that chasm of need and lust fervently, trying to oblige, but before he could get himself to that rising pique of bliss, the siren squeeze abated, hindering that growing urge to a sweltering frustration. Missing that window paused his movements, leaving him kneeling there halfway out, panting, cursing himself.

Before he had a chance to think about trying again, he felt a leg settle across his hip and pull him back firmly into the panting absol. She let out a soft lusty cry as he sank in again, her overtaxed insides spasming temptingly around him. One glowing red eye bore into his own, and Ben found himself locked into a glaring contest with Lyssa. It felt like an eternity, but It was only a few spasming squeezes around his cock before she looked away, and reached down to Sylvie's neck. They unclipped the translation collar from the absol and rose up over them both, pulling out of his grasp. For a moment she towered over them as she carefully turned around. Now she was facing Ben, only a couple steps ahead with Sylvie prone between her legs. From this vantage point he couldn't help but feel a surge of desire for the powerful, muscular body before him, with every part of it on shameless display. The glowing eyes boring down on him from above cowed him as easily as they invigorated, and they almost seemed to possess a new sense of imposing will on him as he watched her fasten the collar around her own neck.

The collar chimed and flashed, and Lyssa said her name a few times. the lights flashed and danced a few more times before they settled into a compliant green. Sensing this, the lycanroc turned her gaze down to the absol below her and kneeled, until her legs trapped the other's head between them and against the waiting spade. Sylvie flailed for a moment until her front paws found purchase on Lyssa's hips, and the unmistakable sound of a moan echoed out before the sound of a wet cunt being devoured followed.

Lyssa's eyes turned to him again, locking in and seemed to pierce his soul. Her muzzle opened to speak a slow, clear voice, emphasizing each word in an unmistakable clarity.

“Fucking fill her."

It wasn't a suggestion; it was a command. He grabbed onto Sylvie's hips and began thrusting away as if everything depended on it.. Her moans were loud enough for him to hear despite his lycanroc riding her face, the sudden, furious fucking making her hips buck and body flail. His grip and Lyssa's thighs kept her in place, and as he watched his girl's lips curl into a toothsome grin, head tilting back and eyes closing in pleasured satisfaction, he felt his own rapture rock through his core and into his loins.

Too quickly. Too fiercely. He could feel the point of no return arrive and pass—he wanted it to last just a little while longer, in the tight, quivering depths engulfing his loins. He watched as Lyssa opened her eyes again to watch him as he fell from that peak. He felt his heart flutter as she reached out for him, and burst as she pressed her lips to his in a passionate embrace.

He slammed his hips home and exploded inside of Sylvie, painting her insides just as white as her fur. Lyssa shuddered with him, her moans mixing with those of the muffled absol below. Her claws wrapped around him in a second embrace, caressing his entirety and squeezing him closer in their carnal union. Each jump of his orgasm received a reaffirming squeeze from her, a new shared breath, and a blissful feeling of overstimulated satisfaction..

Time unfroze eventually, and Lyssa pulled away and lifted herself off of Sylvie so she could finally get some air. The absol looked as if she was completely lost in ecstasy, taking deep, slow breaths, eyes unfocused, and paws dangling useless in mid air. It sounded like she was trying to say something, but the sounds were barely perceptible, and without the translation collar, the most that could be heard was a faint 'sol.'

Lyssa knelt down beside her and gently stroked her chest. She seemed amused at the sight before her. “Do you think we broke her?" she asked, the electronic voice of the collar sounding familiar yet alien.

He shook his head. “Nah. I think we just shorted her out. She just needs a chance to breathe."

As predicted, Sylvie's gaze eventually showed a sense of awareness again. Lyssa carefully replaced the collar around her neck at this point, speaking what sounded like praising words. Sylvie replied to them, meaning unspoken while the collar readapted to its owner once again. The tell-tale chime of synchronization gave her the gift of human speech once more.

“Arceus-fuck. So much, so warm. I wanted to feel this for so long." She panted softly still, her tunnel squeezing around Ben weakly. “Being filled is so much better than I imagined."

“Lycanroc~" Lyssa replied in agreement, the sly tone behind it almost teasing.

“Fuck… this might be the hottest thing i've ever done" Ben said, earning a giggle from the lycanroc. He stayed hilted in Sylvie's confines a few moments longer before he pulled out of her with a wet pop. The sex-matted folds gaped, showing a mess of black and off-white, more of his seed leaking out as they twitched.

A gentle nudge pulled him away from the scene. “Roc?"

“Right, shower, very good idea. Sylvie think you can stand up?"

“Absolutely not." She rolled onto her side and tried to get up, demonstrating her apparent weakness. “Like… ten minutes?" she said shakily, before her head dropped softly to the floor.

Ben couldn't help but grin at that. “Well you're making a puddle. So we do it the other way then." He scooped her into his arms, letting out a little grunt of effort as he did so, but the ease of doing so led to the desired reaction; She let out a surprised 'sol' as she squirmed, then settled into the supporting embrace, the trio heading off to the bathroom.

The first half of the shower was good-natured cleaning, helping to wash the multitude of fluids off of everyone, though wandering hands and claws took the shower another direction as Ben and Lyssa together explored Sylvie's body, which earned cooing approval from the Absol. Invigorated by the shower and attention, Sylvie returned the favor as her tongue found its way between Lyssa and Ben on slow alternating licks. The hot water soon wasn't the only thing steamy as the trio worked one another up to another finish, a slower, more sensual exploration. Both Ben and Lyssa showed Sylvie all their tricks, and she happily did her best to master them. It lacked the grandeur of their first time but not the intensity. Sylvie clamped down around Lyssa's claws, Ben painted the absol's mouth, and the lycanroc gushed under the attention of Ben's hands.

With the last of their energy left in the showers, everyone dried off and collapsed into the bed for darkness to overtake.

Ben slowly drifted awake, feeling the comforting heat of Lyssa against his chest matched by another warmth at his side. Sylvie's muzzle rested just against his side, head tucked into the crook of his arm and horn safely pointing away. The two pokemon provided more heat than a space heater, which was just as well, since the covers had been kicked aside, modestly covering one foot while leaving the rest of his nakedness to fend for itself.

He tried to blink sleep from his eyes before a ringer sounded from somewhere. Two pairs of ears twitched, and a groan came from Sylvie that seemed to signal recognition. . She sat up enough to stretch her limbs out with a cat-like elasticity, then shook her head, a soft click sounding.

“Hello?"

“Sylvie are you alright? You never made it back to the lab last night."

“I'm wonderful actually. Took a page from your book and found some company."

“Oh? Ohhh! who's the lucky pokemon? Never saw you take an interest in any of the ones here" The voice sounded jovial and approving.

“Remember that author? The one with th-"

“You managed to sleep with the author of that book!? I didn't even know it was written by a pokemon until you told me. Must have been an impressive male to catch your attention."

Sylvie snickered and one of her hind paws crossed over Ben's body to nudge at Lyssa, rubbing his thigh with soft fur in the process. Lyssa reached down to give the paw a soft squeeze. Ben debated on whether or not this was a sign of mischief about to happen and if he should be worried.

“Well, she was really fun, but so is her trainer."

There was a long pause. “I uh… oh. OH! Wait… you're totally right next to them aren't you." Leon's voice suddenly lacked the frivolous nature it had a moment ago.

“Ly-Can~" Lyssa broke the silence.

“Nice to meet you Doctor." Ben debated trying to say something witty, but he was pretty sure a hint of a hangover was hiding somewhere in the warmth of the bed and decided against it.

There was a soft sputtering and clattering on the other side of the phone call. “Well, now that I've made myself look stunning. Are you coming back to the lab today?"

Sylvie frowned and looked thoughtful. Ben took a guess at what it was for. “We can drop you off if you'd like?"

At the offer she looked surprised, then beamed with happiness. “I'll be back in a few hours. Goodbye." She shook her head, the call ending with a click, and settled back against his side with a huff, head nestled in the crook of his arm again.. “I was enjoying the cuddling~"

Ben glanced over to find Lyssa doing the same, her red eyes a little more intent than they should be for getting comfortable. Her paw that had squeezed Sylvie's earlier was still connected, sliding up the absol's leg just enough to brush it higher along his thighs, as well as...

“Oh Arceus be damned… we aren't cuddling at all are we?"

“No."

“Roc."

A few hours and another shower later Ben was stuck in the middle of downtown Lumiose traffic while the two chatted away in the back seat. By the time they actually reached the lab it seemed that Lyssa and Sylvie had a new look of mischief in their eyes, but he had no idea why. They said goodbye to Syvlie as the absol disappeared back into the lab building, Ben's number programmed into her collar, then made their way home afterwards and back to Lyssa's writing room, the faint scents of last night still tickled their noses.

“So, how about that sequel?" He asked.

She gave him a promising smile and picked up her whiteboard. “I might have just had an idea for a trilogy."

“Well it's a good thing Sylvie has our number then—I anticipate her spending a lot of time around here." Ben said with a chuckle, leaning in and kissing Lyssa's forehead.

The squeak of dry-erase marker filled the air once again, “Good, I might need some inspiration for my writing, and watching my mate do what he does best was very good inspiration" The word very had been underlined four times, which garnered another laugh from the trainer.

“Alright alright… I think I've discovered another of your kinks. Who knows, maybe we'll have ourselves a roommate soon."

Lyssa simply turned her board around with the word roommate written on it, though the “mate" half was written in a heart.

“So that's really your kink huh? Dominating a horny absol with me?"

“You have no idea how hot I find the idea of humans fucking pokemon. Especially my human" She tapped the word 'my' three times.

He started to smile as he felt his phone buzz in his pocket; a call from Sylvie's recently added number. “Oh you two plotting is hazardous for my health."

He smiled and answered, Ben figured he already knew what the Absol was about to ask, he wandered into the bedroom to see if he had the space for a king-size, the feeling of prescience proved correct as Sylvie sheepishly asked if the two of them were looking for another companion. He already knew Lyssa's answer, and so he invited the Absol to join their little family, away from the lab, glad to give the absol her happy ending. It all seemed perfect, and he glanced back at Lyssa typing away at her screen.

Almost as if he had read it in a book somewhere…