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3 A.M. signaled the beginning of the operation Salem dubbed "Sneaking Thunder." Will, Salem, Faust. and Vivian sat in the conference room, watching things unfold from a safe distance. The room's left wall housed a massive TV screen, showing a live feed from head mounted cameras on the club's "agents."

"We've arrived at our destination. Where to?"

"Sandslash, east side of the house. Raichu, south side, be careful, you're close to the barrier." Will instructed them from his seat through use of a headset. The raichu and sandslash had their own, the Raichu's having to be shielded from the EMP-like effect of a Thunder Wave.

"Roger." They answered, both making their way around opposite edges of the house.

"Nervous Will?" Salem asked from behind.

"I'd be lying if I said I wasn't. It's really nerve wracking."

"Relax, if by some miracle this plan fails, we can always try again."

There he goes again, making it seem like I know what I'm doing. Dunno how he can be so confident in me. Whatever.

"Raichu, stop there. Sandslash, 2 meters north."

"Got it." They answered simultaneously. Will looked at his own inlayed touch screen. Salem was kind enough to provide detailed topography graphs, plumbing and septic maps, and most importantly, every chart an electrician might need.

"Sandslash, straight down until you hit a thick cable. Rip it in two."

"Right." The sandslash burrowed straight down, tearing the earth to shreds as she moved. Vivian had the entire house status on her inlayed table monitor. Her job was to inform Will of any changes happening to the house, and sure enough, a huge change occurred when the sandslash cut the power line.

"Sil, electricity's out, barrier's down. 10 seconds until auxiliary power." 10 silent seconds later and the generator kicked in. "Barrier's up."

"Sandslash, return to base. Alright, Raichu, Thunder Wave, 30 feet."

"On it." Energy sparked through the Raichu's cheeks as she prepared the attack. Will considered himself lucky that everyone's room were around the front of the house, otherwise they would be able to see the bright light of the Thunder Wave.

The Raichu unleashed her attack. A spherical pulse of electricity flew in all directions, the edge of which covered a large chunk of the house. As Will instructed her earlier, the raichu held the wave for as long as possible, insuring the generator's circuits would not only short out, but fry in their entirety.

They sat in silence as the raichu's Thunder Wave died down. Everyone turned to Vivian, waiting for confirmation of a hit. She stared at her screen for what seemed like ages. The tension in the room dragged the moment on longer than necessary. Will knew it was either a hit or miss, failure or success. The awkward silence fueled his uneasiness. His foot bounced uncontrollably, the nervous feeling from before returning full force.

What is she just fucking with me now? I bet she sees it right there on the screen, the power's still up. She's just waiting, making me think there's a chance this'll work. She DOES seem like that kind of person. Go on, say it. Just fucking say-

"Power's down. Barrier's down."

Will looked more surprised than anyone. Everyone in the room smiled, except for Vivian, who Will assumed never smiled, but that was moot.

"Well," Faust began. "Now that that's out of the way, isn't it about time to send in-"

"Wait." Will stared at the video feed, an overly serious look on his face.

"For what?" Vivian sounded impatient.

"Just wait."

"This is the closest we've been, now is the time to-"

"Trust him, Vivian." Salem reassured her. Vivian sighed and slumped back into her seat. Everyone waited in silence. For a minute straight, they all stared at the screen. No one knew what to expect, but they trusted Salem, and Salem trusted Will.

Vivian went to voice her opinion once more, but she cut herself off, staring at her personal monitor with an incredulous look. "Th- The power's back on. How the-"

"A second generator," Will smiled to himself. "Faust said he was paranoid. Paranoid people take precautions, lots of them. He probably installed it in secret. That's why it doesn't show up on any of our charts. Raichu, look for a small shed or fenced-in area. It should be close."

The raichu panned her camera 360 degrees. Out the corner of her eye, she spotted a small wooden structure. Will smiled wide as she turned to it.

"Sil, is this it? Looks like an outhouse."

This time Will couldn't help but chuckle. "Wow, inconspicuous. Hit it, Raichu."

Not only is it too big to be an outhouse, but who uses an outhouse anyway, unless you're camping in a log cabin?

The raichu's Thunder Wave engulfed the "outhouse" in seconds. Everyone turned to Vivian once more, waiting for hit confirmation.

"...Barrier is down..."

Will felt as if a great weight had been lifted from his shoulders. He held his hand over his mouth to cover his smile. The hard part was over. Only one thing remained.

"Raichu, return to base. Mismagius, you know what to do." Vivian decided not to question Will this time around.

Leaving her headset behind, Mismagius slipped into the house with little effort. Directly above the lavish foyer was Clayton's master bedroom. As expected, him and his wife were fast asleep. It would be just as easy is Will planned.

Mismagius used psychic to lift Clayton from bed, controlling him like a human puppet. His wife stirred, but remained asleep. Mismagius walked him downstairs and out his front door.

The "cops," having been staked out for a time, noticed a suspicious shadow lurking around the lawn.

"Patrol to base, we got suspicious activity around the Clayton residence. Looks like our tip was right. Going to investigate."

"Acknowledged." The voice answered from the radio.

Clayton "snuck" around the house in a suspicious manner. Mismagius blended into the shadows as she led him. Around back, Clayton kept the family pokemon in a small wooden house, which worked perfect for the operation. The umbreon's job was simple. She didn't have to do it for long anyway.

Clayton woke at the word "freeze."

"Get down on the ground!"

He wasn't sure what was happening. All he could see were trees, two cops, and his dick, halfway in what he though was his umbreon's mouth. "I...but-"

"I said get down on the ground!"

"O-officers wait, I can explain. I was asleep and-" He had no time to finish his sentence before being tackled to the ground.

"In other news, Harry Clayton, head of the APA committee, was arrested last night for pokephilia. After receiving an anonymous tip, police found him at his residence, doing the deed. They apprehended him while he was in the act of, quote, 'Raping the poor thing in the mouth.' Despite being caught in the act by two officers, Clayton still denies all charges. He has yet to be convicted, but when he does, you'll hear it here, first, on Channel 2 News."

Grovyle sat with Will on the couch. She rarely ever seen him with the type of smile he was wearing. To her, the smile suggested, 'Yep, that was me." And she usually wasn't wrong about these types of things. Of course, the moment she went to interrogate Will, he interrupted her.

"My boss gave me the day off today." Yeah, right, that wasn't suspicious at all. "I wasn't exactly planning to have this much free time and I have nothing to do with it. Besides the beach, is there anywhere in particular you want to go today?"

Grovyle didn't know if it was intentional or not, but somehow Will's questions always managed to throw her off. Once again, she fought to keep her train of thought. Will was trying to distract her again, but she wouldn't buy it this time.

Will just got that job a day earlier. There's no way in hell his boss would give him the day off, that is unless he did something spectacular. Now, Will always watches the news, but he seemed pretty excited about watching it today. Not to mention that weird smile, there was chance...

"Grovyle, you remember that commercial we seen awhile back about that museum, I think it was? I remember you really wanted to go, but I didn't have the money. What was it called, something gardens?"

The only place Grovyle knew that ended with 'gardens' were the relatively new Green Grass Gardens. The place had just opened a month earlier and Grovyle desperately wanted to go. It was advertised as a "haven for all grass pokemon," and by the way they portrayed it on TV, that was no exaggeration. Now Grovyle knew for sure, Will was doing this intentionally, and it worked.

Grovyle flailed her arms to get Will's attention. Once he turned to her, she started charades again. Her gesture was simple, she pointed to the green part of her skin, hoping Will would catch on.

"...Arm, skin, green? Oh! That was it, Green Grass Gardens. So, you wanna?" Grovyle didn't hesitate to nod. "Well then, uh, let me look up some directions."

One 20 minute train ride later, Will and Grovyle had reached their destination. The whole time, Will kept thinking about buying a car, something fancy and silver. He did have the money after all. But the thought left him after he caught a glimpse of Green Grass Gardens. It looked big on TV, but in person it looked huge. It was also situated right by the ocean, lucky on Will's part.

A place this big and gaudy seems like something you would only see in the club. Oh well, Grovyle will love it either way. Party time.

Time flew by for both Will and Grovyle. The Gardens may have been expensive - two forty dollar tickets - but it was well worth the investment.

No section of roof wasn't made of glass. The sun shone in all day, giving every tree and plant an opportunity to grow. Few areas seemed artificial. For the most part, it looked as if they had let a jungle grow inside and then cut a few paths here and there.

Cement walkways marked the set path, but paying customers were allowed to go anywhere within the immense jungle. All pokemon wildlife was friendly, so the risk of danger was zero to none. Rare flowers and plants of all kinds grew along the paths and deep in the jungle, and everyone was encouraged to pick something and take it home as a souvenir. The staff even supplied carrying vessels.

The other half of Green Grass Gardens was wide open meadow. It consisted of the man-made hills covered in the softest grass imaginable. A few concrete walkways marked a walking path, but other than that, they left it completely natural. The walls in the room were also made of thick glass, the ocean visible through the glass on the right. Though Grovyle spent a lot of her time in the jungle area, picking flowers, eating berries, and playing tag with Will in the trees, she spent the majority of her time in the meadow. She lay in the soft grass, her body surrounded by natural flowers as she watched the sun travel across the sky. She could sit the meadow in all day, and she did.

Hours past and Will watched her relax. Occasionally he would go for a drink and a hotdog, but otherwise he let Grovyle enjoy herself. The whole trip was for her after all. He would unfortunately have to interrupt her as the sun went down.

"Have nice nap, Grovyle?" Grovyle didn't realize she had fallen asleep. When she opened her eyes, Will was standing directly in front of her, his body blocking the almost setting sun.

She yawned as she stood up. A day in an open meadow really revitalized her. Though she felt like she could live in the Gardens, she knew it was time to go. The place closed when the sun set anyway.

"We got one more place to go before we head home. Follow me, you're going to love this." Grovyle sighed and said goodbye to Green Grass Gardens as she followed Will to the exit.

The two of them didn't travel far. They made their way down a few flights of stairs to sea level. Will kicked his shoes to the side and let his toes dig into the sandy beach. He wasn't too worried about shoe thieves, the beach was deserted at that time of night. He sat just out of the water's reach and motioned for Grovyle to sit next to him. Now undistracted by the Gardens, her suspicions from earlier returned. She sat next to him, doubt and skepticism still running through her head, but she could have never predicted what Will said next.

"You know, I've always wanted to show you this."

In all of her suspicion, Grovyle hadn't looked out over the water. She had never seen the sun setting over the ocean. It was beautiful and a perfect segway to Will's words.

Will spoke without taking his eyes off the sunset. "You ever...wanted to tell someone something, but couldn't? No that's not right. You ever...shit, no. Um...have you ever fallen in love, like with another pokemon or something? Or with a...no, yeah another pokemon?"

Once again, the question caught Grovyle off guard. She tugged Will's shirt to get his attention, and hooked her claw to ask why?

"Just curious is all..."

Grovyle shook her head.

Will sighed. To Grovyle, it sounded of relief. Was he really about to ask what she thought he would?

"Ever dream of a place where...would you ever consider...would you do...do you like...mmm...do you want to move? No wait, ignore that. Damn it there's...no way to say this without sounding weird."

Grovyle listened intently to Will's ramblings. She kept hoping he would say what she always wanted to hear. The longer he went on, the more tense the air around them.

"Maybe I should just say it." Will took a deep breath. "For the longest time...as long as we've known each other, I...I kind of thought that...maybe...you...and me-"

Will's sentence ended when his cell phone rang. He came to senses in seconds.

Was I actually about to just say that, here?! What the hell am I thinking, I'm just asking for trouble. What if someone were listening? What if...what if I'm being a huge perv...I mean sure we've been together for years but what reason would she have to actually love me? Either I'm blind or I don't see any. That's it, just my perverted mind trying to justify having sex with my pokemon...that's a little depressing.

Will slipped the phone from his pocket and put it to his ear. "Yeah?"

"...Will, you don't sound too well."

God, you can't hide anything from him.

"It's nothing, just...got a headache."

"Mmm...well I was about to celebrate the success of the last operation, but if you aren't feeling too well-"

"I'll take an aspirin and be right there."

"...my office."

"On my way."

Will looked as depressed as he sounded. Grovyle picked up on it immediately. Though she was still as curious as ever about what Will wanted to say, his depression would come first. She went to tug on his shoulder, but he stood up before she could.

"That was my boss. I gotta go in for a job. Come on, I'll take you home." Will's cold voice was contagious. Grovyle couldn't help but feel his mood drone over her as she stood up.

"Will!" He stopped dead in his tracks when he heard his name. "What...was it you were going to ask?"

He had to think long and hard about his answer. "Sometimes, Grovyle, I wish I could understand what you were saying." Nothing else was said on the way home.

Will exited the elevator, lazily making his way in to Salem's office. Will looked about as well as he sounded.

"Is your 'headache' still bothering you?"

"A little."

Salem sighed as Will took his seat in the revolving chair. "Are you going to keep me in dark about this?"

Will said nothing.

"As far as I'm aware, headaches aren't a cause for depression. Tell me what's really bothering you."

"It's none-"

"Of my business? I beg to differ. You can't function while depressed, and that's really a problem if you're trying to run an operation."

"The problem will sort itself out."

"If it's something personal-"

"I don't need your help."

"Family issues? Loss of a loved one?"

"Quit pushing it!"

"...Ah, I see, a woman. Is it your grovyle? You two have been together for quite some time after all."

How the fuck does he do that?

"Did she reject you? Is that why you're so sad?"

Will sighed. "No."

"...Then you haven't even asked her yet. After all, I doubt you would act this way if she said yes. I get it, you're worried, scared she'll think you're some kind of pervert."

"Look, I'll tell her when I'm ready, okay?"

"No, you wont. Believe it or not, I've been your situation before."

"So I've heard."

"Then one of the girls has told you the story before, good, that saves some time. What they might not have told you, or may not have even known, is that my judgment was...a little impaired at the time. I had gotten a hold of some alcohol and may or may not have been wasted at the time. The morning after, I hadn't realized what I had done until Tera herself told me. The point is, I know for a fact that I would have never, ever, told Tera how I felt, if not for the alcohol. "

"I'm not you, Salem."

"True, but at this point, why do you think I don't know you as well as you know yourself?"

Again, Will was silent.

"You won't tell her, not unless you do as I did. Don't get me wrong, that's not what I'm suggesting. But I will say this, don't be discouraged yet. It's not over until she says 'no.' Like I'm sure you've attempted, you can try and subtly pull the answer from her, or you can wait years, maybe even decades until she asks you, either way, moping over what could be, instead of what is, will get you nowhere."

"Salem just...tell me why."

"Hmm?"

"Why? Why me? Out of millions of people, you choose me, and you throw all this responsibility at me and expect me just deal with it like I'm some kind of expert, which I'm not. And you act like you can trust me with anything, like I'm your best friend or something. Like...like this phone, what if I dropped it and someone picked it up and you called, we'd be fucked. I just don't get it, is there something I don't I know, are we like long lost brothers and I forgot somehow? What?! What is it!?"

A long, awkward silence followed. Salem maintained his calm attitude, even if he hadn't predicted the question. Will had worked himself up so much that he was panting. It took a minute, but he regained his composure and leaned back into his chair. "Sorry." He felt ashamed, but even more so, distressed.

"Will, to say I know everything about you is an understatement. When I was looking for someone to fill your position, I did research, extensive research. Records, documents, certificates, I have everything. I know your friends, family, acquaintances, teachers, former bosses, information from all of them, about you. Every time you leave your house, I'm watching."

This is sounding like an invasion of privacy.

"It is."

Son of a bitch.

"For a year, I've observed you, paying attention to every detail of your life, making absolutely sure I knew you were the one."

"There you go again with that. What's so special about me?"

"Listen. As well as I know you, you could call me a brother. I've been through your past, looked at everything you've ever done, ever written, ever said. This isn't just a decision based on paperwork, it's a gut feeling, and my gut's never let me down. No one else but you can do this, I know that for a fact. So when I say I can trust you with anything, I mean it. And besides Vivian, Faust, and Byron, who all work 24/7, you're all I have. The only one I can call a friend down here..."

"And...the phone?"

"It'll only work in your hands."

Will wasn't quite sure what to feel. He considered still being angry at the fact that he had no privacy, but somehow, deep down, he already knew.

"What about your pokemon."

"We've all grown apart, maybe even permanently." For the first time since Will had met him, Salem's voice changed. It wasn't quite sad, but it had a sad ring to it.

"Tera works here, but she's so cold nowadays, even to me. Cara loves what she does, directing movies, and probably wouldn't give it up for the world. Maria runs this half of the club, meeting a having sex with new people everyday. She seems to really enjoy it. Susan runs a gym in town. Kelly...she just lives down here, doesn't do much really, and I haven't seen Missy in months. Presumably she's flying around here somewhere; I never could keep her still."

"Doesn't it make you sad?"

"It did...it does, but there's little time for moping when there's a job to do. I don't know about you, but all this talk is getting me a little down. Wine?"

"Huh?"

Salem pulled a bottle of red wine from his desk. "It was for the celebration, but tonight I think I'll use it to drink my troubles away. How about you?"

"...Hand me a glass."

Grovyle stared at the now withering bouquet of red roses. Even placed in vase of water on the table, their life was short. For hours she stared at them, memories of the day's events still whizzing around her head. She had desperately hoped that there on the beach, Will would say the one thing she wanted to hear the most. Would he have said it had his phone not rang? Grovyle wish she knew.

After long, she couldn't keep her thoughts straight. 'What if' scenarios ran through her mind. What if he had spilled his heart? Would they have made love, right there on the beach? The thought excited Grovyle, she grew wet just thinking about it. The two of them surrounded by sand near the ocean side, Will planting gentle kisses up and down Grovyle's body. She couldn't resist him, not that she wanted to.

Will ran his hand along the insides of her legs, tickling her thighs with delicate squeezes an pinches. Grovyle could practically feel his touch as she sat, but once she realized where she was, her fantasy disappeared. She couldn't focus, she needed something extra. Guessing that Will might be out for awhile, Grovyle went to her last resort.

She snuck into Will's room, a common area for many of her fantasies. It was the perfect area for one reason: it reeked of Will's scent, the bed especially. Grovyle jumped atop, shoving her nose into the smelly mattress. With one big whiff, her fantasy returned. Again she felt Will's presence, behind her this time, his hot breath grazing her backside. Was he really about to do it? Her answer came a second later when she felt a warm, wet object drag itself up her slit. He was doing it, actually doing it!

Grovyle smiled wide as she felt Will's tongue travel across her lower lips. The very thought of him doing anything to that nature always got Grovyle excited, but this time, she felt it. She knew in her heart he was there, doing the deed she had always imagined. Every small twitch of his tongue, every long, wet stride, she felt them all.

Grovyle never knew how talented Will was with his tongue. He pushed deep inside of her, touching every one of Grovyle's most sensitive spots as if he had done it a million times before. Grovyle did her best to hold her moans. In their place were ragged, shuddering breaths. Will knew everything, from her most sensitive areas, to the specific way she wanted her pussy played, not to mention the right way to talk.

"You're a dirty girl you know that? You like it when I do...this?"

Once more, Will dug deep into Grovyle's slit, scooping her juices out with a long and lengthy movement.

"Yes." She replied with a breathy sigh.

"I can't hear you." Will teased as his brought his mouth to her slit, sucking at it while making as much noise as possible.

Grovyle had no choice but to moan her response. "Yes!"

Will smiled. "Then you'll love this."

He trailed his finger up her slit and even farther still, until he reach her second entrance. Grovyle couldn't believe it. He did know all of her fantasies, but he wouldn't, would he? Again, Will answered for her as he began to force his finger in. Grovyle's pucker tightened in response, compelling Will to push even harder. With one, hard thrust, he drove his finger past the threshold of Grovyle's ass. She yelped in pain, but with a tone of underlying pleasure. Out of all of Grovyle's regions, Will had picked her absolute favorite. She sighed as he sank his finger into the knuckle.

"I knew it, you are dirty. I bet you love it when I do...this!"

Will yanked his finger free, the sudden surge of pleasure causing Grovyle to moan out once again. "Yes!" Her fantasy took an unexpected turn, but she wasn't complaining.

"You like being called a dirty slut don't you!?"

"Yes!"

"You like it when I finger your ass don't you!?"

"Yes!"

"You want some more?"

"Yes, Will!"

"Then beg for it!"

"Please! Finger me! Fuck me like the slut I am!" There was no shame in her words, not an ounce. Her mind clouded with lust, Grovyle felt pleasure and nothing else.

Will chuckled. "Good girl." And before Grovyle knew it, his finger violently pierced her "dirty" entrance again, and again, and again. Such a rough, dry treatment would be much less than pleasurable for most people, but not Grovyle. She didn't know exactly how it came about, but after years of experimenting, she found that pain accentuated the pleasure excellently, and somehow, Will knew it too.

He played Grovyle's pussy as well, sliding in an out much softer than the finger in her ass, just the way she liked it. Grovyle couldn't hold back her moans. Instead they grew louder and louder as she drew closer to her inevitable climax. Will twisted his fingers as they plunged in and out, raking and grinding against every little bit of Grovyle's insides. Copious amounts of her juices leaked from her vagina, soaking Will's hands and bed in hot, wet arousal. Grovyle should've cared, she knew it, but pleasure came first and consequences came later.

Grovyle was close, Will could feel it. He decided to give her one final push over the edge. Using four fingers in total, he rapidly thrust into both Grovyle's holes. Grovyle had to stifle her screams as a wave of pleasure washed over her. The wet sound of Will's fingers violating both Grovyle's holes echoed through the room. Had she been sane, Grovyle would've worried about the neighbors overhearing her, but nothing could interrupt her pleasure.

Both her cunt and ass gripped Will's fingers as she came. Her orgasmic screams came in bursts, one at each unrestrained splash of her juices across Will's chest. She screamed again and again as her cum flowed like an endless river, all over Will's hands and knees. It seemed to go on forever, but when it slowed to a stop, Grovyle fell lifeless to the bed. Without a doubt, it was the best orgasm of her life. Only Will could have brought her to such an orgasmic high, no one else could have accomplished it.

She couldn't wait to thank Will properly. Before she even thought about recovering, she turned around to see Will's smiling face. Instead, she saw nothing, just a plain wall and a puddle of her own arousal. She knew, she knew all along, but why was it so hard to accept this time? She stared in vain at the empty space behind her, closing and opening her eyes slowly at the slim chance that Will would appear. He didn't.

Sighing to herself, Grovyle turned back around, digging her nose in the bed once more, fighting to hold back her tears. She took one last whiff of Will's scent, hoping it would fill her dreams with him, and if only for night, fill the gap in her heart.

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