Ch. 68
Imported from SF2 with no description.
Sybil
Arceus, what had I gotten myself into. Helena had outlined the whole of it, the part she'd been informed of at least. Apparently my new trainer had a bad habit of worse trouble. A mine? No wonder the lycanroc had a screw loose! I wouldn't have wanted to be down one of those dark, stale holes with a charmander's ass. And she went in by scent as a rockruff? Tough as iron claws, but remind me not to piss her off, she seemed as unstable as a voltorb in a blender.
I'd gotten the lay of the land, at least. He got around almost as much as my old trainer did. Sober though, so that was a plus. Didn't exactly go looking, but didn't say no when a good time found him. It wasn't like I was mad about that, I guess. I'd had my share, and he wasn't keeping me in a cage. I'd keep myself available for him, but whether or not that was exclusive, we'd have to wait and see.
The sylveon was a lot more than she looked. Helena warned me to be careful around her. Not conniving. Just cunning. She knew where the bodies were buried and wasn't afraid to assert herself however she needed to. Mira, everyone's best friend. That alone was enough to put me on edge. I'd be sure to stay on her good side.
Cocoa was, outside of her training, a garden variety farm miltank. The first to 'greet me proper', and try to learn a little about me. A chatterbox, but she was the kind of person you can't help but want to protect. Simple, and sincere. In other words, a damn sucker. She was lucky she had everyone else, and she'd fallen for the guy, hard. Half our talk was her singing his praises, damn near literally. Still, a good kind of friend to have. She'd keep her word, and I knew where her loyalties were. That was always the hard part, wasn't it?
Claire was the real puzzle. She didn't seem to pay me any mind at all. She wasn't stuck up, clearly she got along with everyone just fine. They all respected her, but so far as I could tell, she only really gave her attention to him and the lunatic lycanroc. I had a feeling she'd flip like a light switch if anything happened, but I had nothing to prove that. I didn't want to know, either. As much as her little girlfriend was absolutely terrifying, I knew at a glance she was probably the more dangerous of the duo.
Penance sized me up, the first night, sighed, and went about her business. We weren't friends. We weren't enemies. She was one to wait and see. Pragmatic. I could respect it. Not instantly defensive, but nobody's fool, either. Yeah. Life had fucked her good and hard, long before he did, that was for sure.
Honestly? I'd fit right in. Once I was better familiar with everyone, and... maybe after I pinned him down to get his rocks off, like a rite of passage, right? I was a little on edge about most of them, but I brought that on myself. I'd have to make good on my promises and show them I belonged.
I guess that started one hole at a time. Fuckin' weird-ass human.
Fuckin' weird-ass weavile.
Trainer
It was overdue, we all knew it. Claire, Tempest, and I. Sitting in our room, gazing out over the ocean together from the window. A real talk. The first time we'd revisited that mine since we left it. Tempest was struggling to contain her tears. Her guilt, the shame she still carried. It had only seemed to grow, and we finally seemed to have found an understanding in the midst of all of today's pain.
Tempest and I had a laugh, as we discussed it. What was really eating at us. I believed every scar she had was a time I had failed her, that I should have been the one to bear them, if any of us were. Or that I should have at least carried my fair share. She believed them a point of pride, a time where she had not failed me. That she was my mate, was supposed to protect me. Keep me safe. Hadn't I been just as quick to throw myself into the fire for her? I had just as many. Had my bones broken, had my hands bloodied, had sought to fight another person to the death to protect my family.
Neither of us were counting our own, but we sat there and effortlessly recounted every scrape, every bruise, even the time she managed to pummel me into the dirt from above while we were training. She couldn't have told me where most of her own scars had come from, nor I mine, save a few of the worse ones, and the broken bones but she knew all the little ones I'd picked up along the way. Neglecting ourselves in favor of each other, she said.
She wasn't wrong. It was easy for both of us, we'd begun to realize. To ignore our own hurts and fixate on each others. She felt guilty for mine as much as I did for hers, and it was Claire scolding us that made us feel like maybe we were looking at it the wrong way. Even back then, I'd never blamed Tempest for my trip down the mines. Maybe I should have, but I didn't. I didn't blame her for the broken bones, the concussion, the fear, the nightmares, any of it.
She didn't blame me for the scars she picked up defending me, the blood on her claws, not even today's sorrows. She bristled at the suggestion, and was almost snarling mad at the insinuation that it might have been my fault. At least she was quick to calm down. A little nibble at her ear and she melted in my embrace again, snuggled close to me, just breathed, listened. Really took it in as I explained how I felt. Even if she didn't agree with it, she took it in, gave it room to think about.
To me, it was my fault. We should have talked it out before. Understood each other better. What we were afraid of. What we still thought about in the quiet moments when all the doubts came creeping in. I was grateful she was really listening. I think I was more grateful that we were there together, the three of us, taking the time to say as much as we could. To hear as much as possible.
Neither of us wanted to see the other come to harm. No matter the cause, but certainly not over some tournament or a better view of the ocean. Never would I have wished for her to feel the guilt of a win at such a high price, nor she to worry me by bringing herself to that point. So... until her wounds healed, and until she felt comfortable stepping back into the arena, we'd just spar together. Keep each other honed and ready. She didn't need to fight anyone else, not unless it was a real fight.
She could stand right beside me, in the mean time, and make sure I was safe. Let everyone else handle the tournament and league stuff, until she was ready to give it another go. For now, she needed a break just as much as any of us did. She made me promise though, that the moment she decided to step back in, I wouldn't do anything but let her. Trust her. A promise we sealed with a kiss that reminded me of the very first we'd shared, so long ago, when she was a feisty rockruff keeping me company through bad weather.
A kiss that told me quite plainly she'd be back to it a lot sooner than I probably would have liked.
Tempest would always be who she was. No fair weather friend, and a little rough around the edges, but I'd be damned if she wasn't the fiercest, most loyal woman I'd ever known.
Mira
We'd all been worried, at least until Claire had given us the news. Tempest was out for the tournament, and we all knew probably a lot longer than that, if it could be helped. She was out but they were okay. The other trainer, the zoroark everything was going to be okay. The last thing master would have wanted for us was to spend all day moping and worrying, he was with them, and it was taken care of. So we were to go have fun, go relax and enjoy the day and we could all figure it out later.
I hated feeling shooed away, I wanted to be there for them, but I also understood that maybe Tempest didn't want us all there right now. Not until she'd had some time to feel it out first. So I snagged Penance and we went window shopping. Well. Plus or minus a little bit of the prize money, but mostly window shopping. Besides, the collar she found hadn't been that expensive, not really. And it looked great on her. I knew why she wanted it, how could I tell her we shouldn't get it? He wouldn't be mad, anyway.
Claire had let me know they were on their way to us, a short trip from the room to the shopping plaza, and I'd moved to meet them along the way. Penance was a little too big to do as I did, slipping through the milling crowd, bounding like water between all the moving feet until I saw him, could spring up onto his shoulder, and wrap him up in my ribbons. He was a lot calmer than the last time I got to check on him. Happy, even. Happy to see me, too. Couldn't hide the smile when I nuzzled against his cheek. That smile he had just for me. It put me at ease, and I knew Penance would feel the same as soon as she found us.
And there she was now. A lot more careful than I had been, big enough to bowl everyone over if she wanted to. The heart shaped tag jingling against the metal ring it hung from, drawing his eye immediately to the copper hued band around her neck. A nuzzle against his thigh as she moved to sit in front of him. A playful grin, and the words she'd ended up settling on when we talked about getting it.
"Something for you to hold on to while you ride me." Unf, I loved it. Not quite innocent, but not quite enough to give anyone pause if they'd understood her. I could feel the skip in his heartbeat, and the subtle rush of need in him. She'd struck gold with it, and she knew it. The three of us would have some fun later, she and I had already decided. And he'd just have to behave and enjoy it. At his suggestion, the five of us walked the shopping gallery, the money I'd held on to pushed back into his hands with a wink. Enough to get a little treat or two if he felt like it.
Tempest was in good spirits, for all the day had started so poorly. Hand in hand with Claire, and with one arm wrapped around his, not that I imagined it a pleasant thing for her, doubtless aching still, even through the bandages. Penance had struck up conversation, asked about the zoroark, and his trainer. The woman had gone out of her way to be kind to them, and we'd all agreed it was something we'd like to find a way to repay some time.
For now though, we all had better plans on what to do with a day. Tempest and Claire were headed to the buffet. Helena was with Sybil, the two had spent most of the day in the arcade. Cocoa had decided to catch a show and was planning on a massage after. That left Penance and I to our own devices with Master, a prospect that none of us objected to, clearly. He didn't hesitate to settle on her back, give her new collar a playful tug, whisper something in her ear that left her tail wagging and led us back to the room without another word. We'd catch up with everyone later.
Helena
Sybil had never really been one for human games before, she'd said. Maybe it was just she didn't have the right friends to play with. The dancing game was as addictive for her as it was for me, and we tried a few others, too. No luck on the prize games, but we had fun being awful at a shooter together. It was a nice distraction while we talked. My turn now. We'd talked to death how she ended up running away, why she settled on him. It made sense, and I wasn't surprised he was completely disinterested in the drunk woman. We had him spoiled, and he knew he could do better. But more than that, it just wasn't him. He was constantly afraid of hurting us, and we were all collectively nuts for the guy, no way he'd go hurt someone else who didn't even know him.
He was a soft touch, and honestly, having Sybil around to help keep him out of trouble wasn't the worst thing to have happened to us. She wasn't wrong that he seemed like a bit of a sucker, even I knew that. I told her about how easy it was to talk him into helping me. How close it came to getting him killed. I told her the moment I knew for sure he was the one for me. When he sent us away, to face his death. No resentment, no arrogance, just the fervent plea that we don't look back.
Glad we didn't listen, of course.
The weavile was quiet as I retold it. From the beginning. Even about telling him I saw his death. Honestly I expected him to run away. To get out of there before the trouble started. That was what I had initially wanted. But no, he had to be stupid, and sweet, and loyal. Fucker. So there we were, staring death in the face, and what does he do? Tightens the grip on an axe and goes to fucking work.
Yeah, that still got me wet. Fuck.
And he defied the expectation I had. He took the advice I gave him, laughed, and just threw himself into it. Nobody had ever done that before. And it worked. It changed everything. So yeah, even on my best day I didn't know anymore. No idea what was going to happen for sure. I wanted a chance for a different tomorrow, and he gave it to me. He even looked after my best friend, really genuinely took care of her, when he could easily have done something else and nobody would have even asked him about it.
I missed her, Annabelle, goddamn brat she was sometimes. But he did right by her, and maybe it helped set things right for her, too. For all that things had actually gone so wrong. Seemed like he made a lot of good choices, plenty of dumb ones, too. But when it really, really mattered? Yeah, he was a good human to bet on.
So what if we were running away from another fight with those assholes? If it came down to it, I knew he'd fight for me. I'd fight for him. Maybe we live, maybe we don't, but we'd give as good as we got, and for once in my life I didn't have to over-think it. I didn't realize I'd been rambling until we were out of coins. A shame, but the conversation kept flowing all the way back to the room. She hadn't seemed curious about him as a person before. But since we were here, we could dish the dirt.
Yeah. I loved him. Fucker knew it. Even if that came with a side of sass and some prick teasing, I'd have done anything for him. I really would have.
Sybil
It was a lot to take in. To really hear the full story. Sure, he was trouble, but that kind of loyalty wasn't native to humans, I didn't think. Not the ones I'd seen, at least. Helena and I were in agreement on doing our best to not let him get duped into anything stupid, and from the sound of it, he'd actually listen. He had a good heart, like Cocoa. Too honest. The kind of thing you could take advantage of in a bad way if you knew how. No, he really did need friends like us.
And the way she talked him up was sweet. I didn't figure her for the sentimental sort, but she was glowing. It was good to see. A reassuring thing, as skeptical as she was, he'd won her over, and not an ounce of guile in him about it. Seemed like he just had that effect on everyone. I wasn't even that much different. I wasn't head-over-heels swooning for him but I felt safe with him, and his flirting hadn't turned me off. At the very least I loved the way he looked at me, and he wasn't bad to look at, either. Maybe that was all we'd be, but it wasn't like there was a rule saying we couldn't enjoy it for what it was. I was gonna be easy for him, and it wasn't entirely 'cause I wanted to get laid, myself.
I couldn't have said I was in any way surprised that Helena and I came back to a room perfumed by horny arcanine. We'd split up with the two at the markets while she was browsing collars. We all knew why Penance wanted one. I hadn't, however, expected to see him restrained to the chair with Mira's ribbons. He behaved himself and played his role while the two took turns tormenting him, giving him everything except the pleasures he clearly wanted most. I'd thought to head back out, but Helena nudged me in, and slid the door shut behind us before any prying eyes might chance upon him in such a position. Mira waved us over, and began chatting with Helena and I as if the arcanine weren't in the middle of swallowing his cock.
It was surreal, how open they were. But more... that it didn't bother me. I absolutely hated having to deal with all the assholes that stupid skank brought back. All the sounds and smells and the sight of it, but it was different. I didn't know why, but this was different. Here I was listening to the two of them gab away about the dance game and chiming in with my scores and favorite tracks like it was the most normal thing in the world. Helena had moved to get a better view, and I found myself doing the same.
Honestly, I didn't understand why I didn't hate this. He didn't struggle to free himself, wasn't trying to push or prod, just watched her in adoration. The occasional moan, the subtle whimper as she found some good spot or another, and he let her set the pace, let her enjoy herself. It was only after some moments I realized Mira was rocking against his fingertips while talking to us, a pause, the subtle tensing revealing her own enjoyment of him. A new scent rising beneath the spice of Penance's own. Almost floral. A conversation as ordinary as any other while she got herself off in front of us.
Helena had said something I missed, was looking to me for a response but I didn't have one. She laughed, nudged me with a paw, broke me from my trance. "Yeah, fucker's fun to watch, right?" I couldn't do anything but agree. I'd had my fair share of partners, but the idea that he would let himself be bound and just go along with it? I had honestly expected he just got behind or on top of whoever, like any other human, no imagination, no playfulness. That wasn't him, apparently.
When Mira hopped down from his hand, and perched herself on the nearby table, the rules of the game seemed to change. He obliged without a word, moved from the chair to the floor, while three hundred pounds of arcanine settled in on his cock. She did little more than rock her rump over him, while his hands slid through her thick fur, pulled her in. I'd thought she'd be too heavy for him to enjoy that way, and clearly thought wrong. He was every bit as into it as she was. Her every motion driving him into her, while doing her best to keep her voice down as the filthy wet sounds of their coupling rose in the room. Mira swept a ribbon toward us, and asked if either of us wanted to join in.
And honestly, I did. I really, really fucking did. I was totally into it. So I hopped down, and with a wicked grin down to him, straddled his face, and muffled his moans. He dove right in, too. Didn't hesitate at all, and knew what he was doing. His hands steadying me, giving me the leverage I needed to grind myself against him. To take my pleasure from him. He'd get his, maybe later, next time. But right now, I was in control, and it was exactly what I wanted.
Arceus be damned but he knew how to use his tongue!
Trainer
I'd just about had a heart attack when I heard the door open. We weren't quite exposed, but we weren't far off, either. Fortunately I'd managed to stifle my voice and Mira had stilled Penance long enough that we could ascertain the nature of the danger. A heart pounding reminder of the risk we took, no matter where we were. Instinctively I knew it was a matter of time. Still, we were all too far down that buneary hole to stop. I already knew the reality of it. Had reconciled with the day I'd no longer be able to call myself a trainer. That didn't mean I wanted it to happen today!
But once the rush of adrenaline was over, all that was left was the pleasure. Pleasure, to my surprise, which was shared eagerly by Sybil. I wasn't sure what I'd expected for our first moments that way. I knew there was a whole lot on offer, but I'd figured her for the type to get me alone somehow. Figured wrong, judging by the almost sour taste on my tongue. Like an iapapa berry left just about too long. She'd joined right in with Mira's encouragement, took the lead the same way as Penance had been pushed to. Flipped expectation upside down in the best of ways.
Mira's ribbons wrapped around my hands, pulled them up and away from where I'd had a grip on Sybil, leaving the weavile to her own devices, grinding against my face and bucking into my tongue. Blind as I was, it seemed like I could feel everything. Helena was a puffy softness, yielding so sweetly to my probing digits. The warmth and weight of her settling in, far more firmly than Mira had on the arm of the chair. There was little doubt of her goal; penetration as deep and thorough as possible. As I pushed, so did she, until I had three fingers as fully within her as either of us could manage. Taking in every ridge of her inner walls, the sticky wetness of her pleasure, the heat and the rhythmic clenching of her body as we both sought her pleasure.
Contrasted to that, Penance was far softer still. At her size, a loose and gentle grip on me. Bouncing now, the strength of her legs easily lifting her above me only to sink down anew. Each motion seeming to emphasize pressure on a different side of her. The heat of her body was an almost tangible force, and only grew within. I had plenty of time to acclimate to it, but even still it was bordering discomfort. As soft the arcanine's hold on me was, there were still moments where her muscles contracted in just the right ways, clenching down tightly on me, dragging intimate, yielding flesh over me in growing ecstasy. With all we had done leading up to the moment, I was aflame with raw aching need to fill her in that most perfect and passionate way, but she tormented me still. Pausing here and there to keep me on edge, enjoying her own satisfaction at her own pace.
Mira had taken her position, clearly savoring her role as the instigator. Her rump in my unoccupied hand, ribbons wandering, occasionally brushing against me, and clearly teasing the others as well. Whispered suggestions, and coaxing to "slow down, let it last". I couldn't say for sure what penetration she sought first, so much was happening at once. But she wasn't satisfied until I was rubbing against her walls from both sides. Slow at first, warm and snug in all the right ways, my digits absolutely still for concern of hurting her by mistake. This was her show, and I followed her rules in moments like this. My reward was an almost frantic burst of raw, pleasured emotion from her ribbons and her thoughts. The whole of her feeling pleased, from the tip of her tail up, like a thunderbolt up her spine. The sudden gasp and gushing wetness, clenching down on me. Warmth and want and love and lust radiating from her like a sun-kissed stone on a summer day. Her pleasure rapidly became mine, and mine... well...
Sybil wasn't expecting my moan, my tongue buried in her as deep as we could manage between the two of us. The sudden vibration leaving her clawed hands scrabbling at the floor on either side of my head, struggling between a need to find balance and an attempt to avoid gouging ruts into the flooring. A gasp, a shudder, and a flush of wetness over my face as she clamped down on my tongue with enough force enough to push it free. A tangy taste of feminine pleasure and the sound of her panting near my ear, only to feel her clamber down my chest until the next taste I enjoyed was that of her tongue.
The surprise of it had pushed me right to the edge, which left Penance sinking down hard on me, the full weight of her on my hips, leaving me trapped between the hell of a hard floor and the heaven of her soft embrace. Nowhere for my release to go but as deep within her as my climax could reach, jet after jet of milky white to paint her walls within. Her heat only seemed to spike as she found her own finish, rocking her hindquarters into me with a low and growing growl. I'd be sporting some fresh bruises from the weight and force of her, and the only thing I could think of was how much I was looking forward to grabbing her new collar and taking her again, soon.
My distraction earned me a scratch of claws at my shoulder. Helena had commandeered my attention effortlessly, and with everyone else at least temporarily sated, I devoted myself to pleasuring the absol with a passion. It would take her some moments longer, but with Sybil dominating my vision, and my lips, I had begun to learn her inner walls by touch from the position we found ourselves in. A touch she worked just as hard to perfect as I did, until she caught what she was looking for with a stifled whimper and a sudden flood of heat at my fingers. She may have stilled, but I did not. Quite the opposite until she trembled, whined, and all but collapsed on my arm. Poor Helena may have been the last to the finish line, but I did my best to make sure it had been a worthwhile trip, regardless.
As exhausted as I was, it would be some time before I even contemplated getting up from the floor.