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My hand drifts between Keiran's ears, basking in the warmth of his soft fur. A part of me still wants to apologize for clinging to him, but he insisted several times that it's part of his job, being a certified emotional support mon and all. «A bit to the left.» he cheekily smirks without lifting his gaze from the screen in his paws. He purrs in satisfaction and leans into my touch while I gently scratch his head. «Sheila could learn a thing or two from you...» «I have flat nails and more fingers; no amount of knowledge will overcome that.» «Well, she could start by not biting...» «Isn't that the best part?» I smile. «Depends on where the teeth land.» he argues, before glancing at the door. «She has entered my range; time to stop talking shit.» «You're getting wiser.» «That stick can hurt, trust me. Also, her psychic powers are slooowly increasing, so I've got to be extra-careful.» Then, he gently rubs my back with one paw, setting down his phone. «But enough of that. How are you, Sammy? All good?» I sigh, bringing him closer to hug him. The piece of pool noodle he sheathed his chest spike in harmlessly rubs against my chest, leaving me even more thankful for the depth of his care. It's been two months. I'm not sure if that's supposed to be a long time or not, but I'm still terrified of dark rooms, and when I close my eyes to sleep, I swear I can see her face, her eyes, her rows of teeth. I physically recoil at the thought. «Hey...» Keiran gently calls me, making no sudden movements. I start crying, softly but uncontrollably. «That's okay, Sammy. That's okay.» «I'm sorry..!» I whimper. «I can't help it..!» «It's not your fault. It wasn't your fault.» Rose and Mark made a full recovery, as anticipated, but he broke a wrist and at first needed a cane to walk due to the injuries to his foot, and she still has trouble standing up without the use of her abilities. «They could have died..!» «They didn't.» «It should have been just me-» «HEY!» he raises his voice, startling me when his aura ripples around mine like a fluid reaching its boiling point. Sometimes I forget he's capable of far more than just simple readings. His ears flatten in a silent apology. «None of that, Sammy. If they hadn't stopped her...» He pauses, swiftly handing me the tissue box from the table, likely trying not to put more pictures in my head. «Well, we both read Lana's messages, didn't we? They don't regret saving you, even if they got hurt.» The lock finally clicks, and the door slowly opens for Sheila's petite figure. «Hello.» she greets us softly, giving me a gentle smile as she sets down a few boxes of food, before removing her coat. «Hi.» I gently return. «Hey girl. We were just talking shit about you.» Keiran teases, likely to cheer me up. «Wow. Am I so ugly I made Samuel cry?» she gets me to chuckle briefly. The two exchange a quick kiss, before she timidly turns to me to caress my hand. «I got us some supplì and trapizzini for lunch. They're still warm..!» «Thank you.» I murmur, fighting the urge to pet her like I did with her boyfriend. Some mons find it patronizing, and given what she's putting up with by coming here almost daily, I don't want to take that chance. «How much was it?» «My treat.» she shuts me down, moving back to set the table. I stiffly get up to help her, my lower body reminding me of its damaged muscles. Keiran readily steadies me, even if it's no longer necessary, unlike when I had just left from the hospital. "We couldn't save your kidney." That still feels so... unreal to think about. The scent of the fried supplìs has completely filled the room, as inviting as their taste. After I bite into one, molten cheese drools onto one of my trapizzini, gifting it even more flavor for later. «We should do this more often.» Keiran licks his chops. «I'm not surprised that came from you.» Sheila smirks. «I shouldn't, but I second that.» I add, covering my full mouth with my hand. Her eyes crinkle at the sides. «Setting terrible examples, aren't we?» «Already did: I learned from the best.» he shrugs, before glancing at the clock. After flashing his brows, he stands up and brings his plate to the kitchen. «Alright. It's almost time for me to go. You behave yourselves, okay?» he turns to me. «Look who's talking..!» she grumbles while he heads to the bathroom. «Remember to take that dumb noodle off your chest!» Eventually, Sheila and I finish washing the dishes, and we wave him goodbye as he goes to work, before setting back down on the couch. It's far from the first time I've spent time alone with her, but the awkwardness that still lingers between us when Keiran isn't around is almost unsettling. Her ears are slightly folded back, her posture tilted forward, and her legs fidgeting as she props her head up on her paws. «You know... I was wondering if you were willing to try being around people and mons again. No pressure, of course» «Uh.» I acknowledge, motionless. To be fair, the only times I got out of my room in the last couple of months were for medical checkups. «Well... better sooner than later, since I won't have a choice, at some point.» It definitely beats sitting here and staring at each other in near silence for hours. «Did you have a plan?» «Saint Reynard's park?» she immediately suggest, a hint of hope in her eyes. I purse my lips, thoughtful. «Straight for the big leagues, uh?» «No, it's quite empty during the winter. It also rained yesterday, so even more so.» she retorts. «Yeah, it's mostly to get you out of here, more than anything.» «Hm. Fair enough.» I conclude, standing up to go get my jacket. We take the stairs, since I feel a bit plumpier around my core than a few weeks ago, despite having eaten less due to the damage to my intestines. Today was an exception, but I've cut out most street and fast food, too. I guess my youth is starting to abandon me. The stress certainly didn't help, either. Sheila's waterproof coat audibly rustles with every step, its color and her minute size reminding me of Little Riding Hood. I'm pretty sure it was Keiran's gift for her birthday, and she seems to have always worn it since. Her booted paws tap rapidly down the stairs, occasionally pausing when she turns to check on me. «Yes, yes, the big, lumbering human is coming.» With a cheeky smile, she continues on. She's quite adorable, when she lets herself go. I curl up in my jacket, no longer used to the chilly, humid air of Uforia's Winter. The wind carries the scent of her fur rides to my nostrils, the moisture increasing its potency ever so slightly, and she self-consciously brings up her hood, delicately slotting her big ears in their covers. I wonder how much Keiran spent on it. And if she realizes that that pillow of a tail covering her rump is still exposed to the elements... «I've heard your psychic side is growing.» I open a conversation as we start walking. «You make it sound like I stopped this morning's bus with my mind, instead of missing it.» she retorts, thoughtful. «I'm just growing more sensitive to my surroundings, and I can occasionally read signals from other brains clearer than usual. On the matter, I don't stink too much, do I? I tried drying myself before I came in, but I turn into a sponge when it gets humid...» «No, don't worry. And I'm used to it, anyway..!» I think of my lucario when he was still a riolu, sneaking out to jump into puddles in the street. Not that he seeks shelter from light drizzles or invests in a stronger shampoo, nowadays... «Hm!» she simply nods in amused understanding. «That's true, and he's also a male on top of that... But to stay on topic, I'm also starting to bend my fire.» «That's not something to scoff at.» I comment, impressed. «I guess?» she mutters, stopping to look inside a boutique, at the picture of a delphox model in an elegant coat, holding a small fennekin wearing the same line of clothing. She sighs, before finally looking at me over her shoulder. «Samuel, I... I'm worried.» I shift my weight, getting a quick protest from my lower back. «I'm his "little furball", "tiny snare", "PSPL" (Pocket-Sized Psychic Lighter)... but that will change soon, maybe even by the end of the year, at this rate.» She rests her paw on the glass, her shoulders slumping. «Will he still love me, after I evolve?» I ponder on her words for a few seconds, not wanting to speak out of turn. «Do you think he only wants you for your looks?» «I- I don't know. But I'm afraid he doesn't know either.» she murmurs. «That poster is an outlier, but you're far more likely to find braixens to represent the canine side of the field group. You know, generous hips and thighs, beady eyes and big, expressive ears, combined with an adorable and almost whimsical mannerism. Most pokémon turn their heads to that.» I nod as I watch her tail slowly shift between her legs. I suppose it is pretty common to see her species in advertisements for petite pokémon, especially when it's about clothes. «But delphoxes? It's like they don't exist. Models keep everstones in their living spaces, stressing their bodies and shortening their lifespans just to avoid irrelevance!» «I hope you're not planning to go down that road.» I cross my arms. «You know that Keiran enjoys acting like a dumbass all the time, but if it comes to our safety...» «I know, but that's not the point! My body is going to change completely, and so could my entire personality. And that doesn't count the chance of my evolution failing...» «That's exceptionally rare, and the risk is tested at birth; your trainer wouldn't have let you get past your fennekin stage.» «It can be misdiagnosed. Still, the neurological changes are going to be life-altering!» «How did he react when you brought this up to him?» She lowers her gaze and hugs herself for comfort. «I didn't. I'm scared of his reaction.» I sigh. Even if most pokémon mature quickly both physically and mentally, their emotions often lag behind, especially if they have multiple evolutionary stages like her. Ironically enough, Keiran's brain is more developed than hers, at this point in time. «Rip the band-aid off and talk about it as soon as possible. He's more than smart enough to understand why you're "changing".» She nods, keeping her ears low. «And between you and me, I doubt he would shun a tall, maternal vixen occasionally spanking him.» An embarrassed smile appears on her muzzle, followed by a soft giggle of surprise as we resume walking. «Should I ask what gave you that hunch?» «His first crush was a femme fatale thievul from a tv series, when he was little.» I lean slightly towards her. «Don't let him know I told you. He'll actually bodyslam me.» A proper laugh escapes her, and she already seems relieved. «Thank you, Samuel. You're a good man..!» she replies with a soft gaze that lingers strangely long, before a shadow of her earlier doubt silently creeps back on her face. I try to keep my thoughts in check as I decide to let the subject go, understanding that this is yet again between the two of them. The park is reasonably empty, as she foretold, with the exception of a few elders looking after their grandchildren, accompanied by helping mons. The sight of the large space disorients me after spending so much time indoors, the bared trees making the grey sky look even more all-encompassing as their branches fail to hide it, allowing it to loom over everything like an emotionless dome. This leads my eyes back to Sheila's bright colors, a spark of summer in the grayness of winter. Her breath makes the air tremble as thick clouds of vapor leave her mouth, a telling sign of the sheer heat inside her dainty body. That reminds me of Angela's feathers and... inner warmth. So inviting... Although, the thought of her sharp talons on my skin makes the latter crawl and my throat seal up. «You okay?» Sheila turns around as her senses fire immediately, her gaze roaming over me. «Yeah. Just... lost in thought.» I answer, putting my hands in my pocket. «Deep breaths, Samuel. Did you see something upsetting?» «No, no. It was by association, and not a big deal anyway.» I insist, driving the point home by resuming my walk with an increased pace. As we get to the main section of the park, we find a team of workers setting up decorations with the colors of Solris's flag, trimming trees and hedges, and sweeping the paths. Closer to the middle, some of them are hanging sizable posters to boards, displaying picture of candidates and of objectives they promise to reach in exchange of votes and a hefty, often undeserved salary. The braixen sighs, her ears flattening slightly. «Arceus, I hope Nannini wins. Is that foolish of me?» Yes, unfortunately. «I mean, it's going to be tough, but-» I try to pad my reply. «Don't answer that. Might as well have been a rhetorical question..!» she pouts, hopping onto a bench with her arms crossed, one ear twitching in frustration. «I'll vote for her, if it makes you feel any better.» I let her know as I sit next to her. «Hrm..! You shouldn't need to; what's the rate of humans to pokémon in Solris, again? 1 to 2?» «For "civilized" ones, a little lower than that, I think. Like 1 to 1.93, or 91. The fuckery is that it's way harder for-» «For us to be able to vote.» she grumbles. «I know, since I can't do it due to not being fully evolved..!» «Well, at least you don't live in a population center of... I think 10000 or below. In that case, you'd be screwed regardless, because it wouldn't guarantee your civility as a pokémon.» «That's bullshit..!» she angrily squeaks, puffing up in her coat, which makes her look quite endearing. «Agreed. Just put an IQ test for every adult man and mon, and solve the problem.» «Right?! I mean, Keiran might lose his right to it, but at least we'd be all better off!» she gets a chuckle out of me. «I kid you not, SCP would rise to the sky and actually get a chance to reach majority!» «No more insurances, pay gaps, nor dependence from your trainers.» I conclude. She nods vehemently. «Yeah, Sonia wouldn't get to boss me around as much!» «On that note, she just cares about you; it's not about politics or law...» «I know, but I'm not a puppy anymore! It's embarrassing that I still have to warn her whenever I leave the house!» I imagine she's just taking a chance to vent, but something's off. Be it by spending more time with Keiran and her, I think I've learned to pick up changes in their scents and body language, and right now, hers are different from when she gets angry at him. «To be fair, I ask Keiran to do the same... and I still go through that whenever I visit my parents. If anything, I can see why you find that annoying, even if I get where she's coming from.» A soft whine escapes her, her tail shaking in annoyance. «What can even happen to Keiran?!» she challenges me. «No human can beat a lucario, and few pokémon will take one on, regardless!» «Well, a garchomp runs faster and bites harder, as an example.» I reply, my voice trembling slightly. Her ears fall back in an instant, her jaw dropping. «I- I'm so sorry..! I-» «It's okay.» I reassure her, reflexively caressing her shoulder before she can put herself down too much. For the equivalent of a hormone-riddled teenager, she cares a lot about being tactful. «Just... know that when you grow up in front of a human, they will always remember you as their little one, too.» She slumps forward, slightly tilting her head to give my hand more of her neck. «I didn't think that through.» she murmurs. «I figured, so don't worry about it.» Seeing her glance at my hand as it lingers on her shoulder, I move to pull it away, but to my surprise, she gently stops it and guides it back to her head. Uncertain, I start scratching her, like I usually do with her boyfriend. Is this submission, self-punishment, or does she need a reassurance that we're still on good terms? Her tail wags lightly, her eyelids closing with a warm, soft sigh from her thin black lips. «I kind of regret not letting Sonia pet me since my evolution.» she murmurs, leaning into my touch. «Although, I didn't remember it feeling so nice...» Her fur is far softer and smoother than Keiran's, and way warmer, too. No wonder he wakes up so late in the weekend, with her clinging to him for dear life... «Some say I have a gift.» I comment, reminiscing my time at The Swingshot as I experiment with my fingers. «I can see why.» she agrees. I try scratching her ear, and I actually make her purr. «Do you think Keiran would become more obedient if I were as skilled as you?» I chuckle at how close their thought process is. «Obedient, definitely not. You'd have him and most other mons on their knees, though.» I explain as she leans harder against me, trying to get me to reach a specific spot. «A- a common sight for you, I imagine..!» she squeals without thinking, a clear hint of excitement in her scent. «I understand a lot, now..!» I furrow my brows, pausing my movements, and her fearful gaze snaps upwards to meet mine. «What do you mean?» I ask when her posture shrinks. «I- I mean, all the pokémon you pet in that bar you went to!» her voice trembles, her eyes darting away. «You always came back smelling of happiness..!» «Sheila.» I gently command, fixing her with a firm stare. She swallows hard, crossing her arms defensively while her fur rises with fear. «I... I know about The Swingshot.» she finally admits with a barely audible whisper. I feel a punch in the gut, and I grow as afraid as she is. «Please, don't get mad...» she continues, ears flattened. «I will never tell anyone!» «Was it Keiran?» I ask the obvious question instead, trying to stall while I process the situation. «Yes. B- but he did it for me.» she nods. After gathering her thoughts for a few seconds, she continues. «It's not just my psychic abilities growing; it's also my hormones. You probably know, or perceived that.» «Hm.» I nod, tapping my foot nervously. «Well, that's part of why we've been arguing so much. The current stage of my evolution isn't monogamous, in nature.» I can feel the self-disgust in her tone and in the way she squirms uncomfortably in her seat. «Simply put, Keiran wanted me to stop repressing that instinct, and suggested... involving a second male into our relationship until it all settles down. I was against that, because lucarios are extremely faithful to their partners, and I know such a plan would hurt him considerably.» I simply stare at her, mouth agape in surprise. I... feel strangely proud of him, especially if I remember how possessive he was of my attention as a riolu. «If you haven't guessed by now, he had told me right before you came back from the encounter you had with that latias. We were supposed to tell you after... that night.» We both let the silence try to heal the burns in our respective reality for a few minutes. «How... how did you feel, when you found out?» I attempt. A nervous smirk appears on her muzzle without reaching her eyes, and she shakes her head. «I didn't understand, at first. I thought he was joking, so I immediately snapped at him because I wanted him to be serious, for once. But his face... his arguments...» She turns back to me, studying me. «Your scent... he was telling the truth.» Her gaze meets back with mine, searching for something. «I didn't know what to think. My trainer had warned me about people like you, but Keiran... he was ready to put himself in front of his trainer. Ready to protect you from any judgment I would give. I thought I would feel disgust, fear, or hatred, but...» She shakes her head again, gentler this time. «...but I can't. Despite everything, you haven't yelled at me once, nor shown any signs of anger or malice. You're... worried about what will happen now. Just like me, I guess.» I remain silent, unsure of what to even say to that. «To think I almost didn't get to speak to you about this... I'm definitely convinced about having that conversation with Keiran, now.» «Say... you had reached an agreement, back on that day.» I indirectly ask, holding my breath. «I agreed.» she replies, curt, but with a hint of bashfulness. «But after what happened... It wouldn't have been right to ask you to be that second male, obviously. I honestly think it's a miracle you even want us around.» «You're kidding, right? If it weren't for Keiran and you, I would have probably necked myself by now.» She recoils slightly at my words. «He wouldn't survive losing you. He was ready to run all the way to the hospital by himself when he learned what happened. I had never seen him cry before.» Fuck me, that's just heart-wrenching to hear..! «He didn't sleep for two days while he stood by you.» she continues, likely sharing my pride for him, before chuckling to relieve the tension. «He didn't want me to tell you, so I guess we're all even, now?» «Well, technically you shared two of our secrets, so you owe us two of yours.» I retort lightly, making her pout again. «One, because I've already told you I'm pretty much in heat!» «Yes, but Keiran knew of that, and they have to be secrets for both of us.» An annoyed, high-pitched growl escapes her throat as she has to cover her fangs with her paws, flustered. «Like trainer, like mon..!» «He did learn from the best...» Eventually, while we make our way back home, I help her structure the discussion she should have with her boyfriend regarding her imminent evolution. Mainly, how to express her feelings and concerns about it, from psychological to physical, and to ask him to do the same. «Make sure you keep a phone around to search for missing information.» «Of course, of course.» she nods, thoughtful. A bus passes by, reaching its stop near my building, and sure enough, Keiran steps out of it and turns in our direction, hurrying to meet us half-way. «Well, isn't this a surprise. Took my human for a walk?» he teases her. «Keiran, we need to talk.» she makes it serious from the get-go. He turns to me, worried, and I nod lightly, closing my eyes slowly to try and reassure him. «Okay...» he shifts his weight. «Did something happen, or..?» «He knows of what you've told me.» she curtly replies, and he flinches. He then sighs, leaning back as he looks to the sky to gather his thoughts. «He should have known from the start. Does he also know of..?» She nods, and he responds in kind. «Right. Samuel, I honestly have no idea how you're not yelling at me right off the bat.» he finally addresses me as we move towards the entrance. «I've seen you fly off the handle for much, MUCH less.» «To be fair, I could have done without the brick-shitting revelation, but it is what it is. I guess I'm... hurt, though? And left wondering as to why. You didn't even need to mention her current condition.» «That was plainly a major fuck-up on my part, and for that I'm truly sorry.» he admits, opening the front door. «I suppose I was waiting for the right time to tell you, maybe out of fear of your reaction, once I realized that my complete faith in Sheila wasn't a good excuse. And I wanted to cushion the blow with our plan.» «The latter isn't even a real point, and if it were offered by anyone else as a justification, I'd probably be throwing hands right now.» I interrupt him. «Yes, I know..! It was stupid, but I didn't see that at the time... I... I just wanted to make this work for everyone before coming out with it.» «In his defense, you kind of did the same with your orientation.» Sheila respectfully interjects. «Yes, and for even longer, but the big difference is that it was my secret to reveal.» «You can't deny that it did involve him greatly, him being a pokémon and you-» «Think carefully about what you're about to say.» the lucario pauses on the stairs to stop her, sensors scanning the environment for potential eavesdroppers. «I get what you're saying, and I'm grateful for you stepping in for me, but Samuel is right.» He turns the key to the apartment and opens the door for us. «Maybe I would have understood what was "wrong" with him on my own, eventually, but he also could have realistically gone his whole life without telling anyone. He took me in when I was just a few months old, so I can tell you without the shadow of a doubt he isn't a groomer, and therefore there was no reason for anyone to need to learn about it. He told me because he trusted me and he deemed it right for me to know, and I betrayed that trust.» He sets his bag down, before sitting at the table with his shoulder slumped and his gaze lowered, similarly to when I confessed to him. «Now you know the why, and how I feel about my choices; I have nothing else to say for myself.» I sit in front of him, and Sheila joins him at his side. «Fuck it.» I conclude. «I forgive you.» His ears perk up in surprise, and he remains still, sensors raised and eyes carefully roaming over my body. «Just like that?» «Yeah. You got the point, the situation is clear to all of us, and luckily Sheila hasn't ran away nor told anyone. I guess facing my own mortality made it clearer as to what matters and what doesn't; grudges are part of the latter.» They look at each other, taken aback. «I still feel in defect, Sammy. How can I make it right?» he then asks, leaning forward on the table. I sigh, resting against the chair as much as my fussy back allows. «You've already spent two months nursing me, so we're pretty much even, there. But if that's still not enough for you, I want no more secrets of the sort between us.» I extend a hand towards him. «Promise me like I do to you now.» «I promise.» his paw encircles my fingers with no hesitation, before a soft smile conquers his snout. «Where did you two head out to, earlier, changing the subject?» «Saint Reynard Park.» Sheila promptly replies, and he nods as he stands up. Promptly, she snatches his tail to try and stop him from heading to the kitchen and pillaging the snack counter. «Ah, yes, the perfect spot to discuss interspecies sex.» he continues with purpose, eventually dragging her off the chair with a yelp. «You prick..!» «Your own fault, furball!» he retorts smugly as he comes back with an open bag of chips. «Speaking of interspecies sex: did you find the second male, or did the plan get discarded altogether after the incident?» The chip goes down the wrong pipe, and his girlfriend is quick to hit his back to try and make him spit it out. «Oh, you got to know things to a T, then..!» he chokes with tears in his eyes. «I didn't expect her to specify you'd have to dom her without burying her muzzle into my chest...» «Hardy har!» she grumbles, stealing the bag while he's still recovering. «Still, we set it aside, since I don't feel like having a threesome with you left alone and in need on my mind.» he concludes, straightening up while focusing on the stolen food in her paws. She curls up around the bag protectively, glaring at him over her shoulder. «So I'm out of the picture, then?» I boldly ask, getting their full attention back. My heart is pounding as I watch them trying to formulate an answer. The silence lingers frighteningly long. «Uh... you know, now that it's actually here, being discussed in the open... it feels strange.» he finally admits, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. «Not in a bad way, I mean. It's just surreal to talk about this with you, I think.» «I get it. We've got a weird relationship that just works; you're pretty much a son, a little brother, and a best friend to me. That's like, two thirds emotional incest, if we go forward with this.» He giggles after a few seconds, likely delayed by a flurry of thoughts and sheer fluster. His tail is wagging nervously, his ears swiveling as they hesitate between perking up again and staying flat. Sheila delicately takes his paws to offer comfort. «Like you told me, he's trustworthy and kind.» she gently reminds him. «I know, I know, I'm not backing out.» he reassures her, squeezing her fingers. «As long as you don't want us to, of course. It's just... territory that's beyond uncharted for us. And you have to admit that me comparing dick sizes with my trainer wasn't on anyone's bingo cards for this year.» «You're probably bigger, for the record.» I add, considering Cody's size compared to his stature. Not that he was a tiny mon by any means, but Keiran might also be in that range. «I hope so.» Sheila anticipates him, her eyes wide with worry. «Nothing against you, Samuel, but... I only have so much space..!» She squirms on her seat, embarrassed by her own words. So, either he's packing heat, or she's even tinier than she looks. Again, she isn't fully evolved, so the latter would make sense. That also makes it a gray area, now that I think about it; no wonder Keiran is constantly reminding her that she's in control of the whole thing. If anything happens to her, her trainer will have our hides. He chuckles at our comments, his posture bashful and closed up. «Can we not talk about it as if I were a mudsdale with a knot? Or even better, keep the surprise by not mentioning it at all? Mine was kind of a joke..!» «Mine wasn't.» she whispers, shaking her head and getting an amused glare by the lucario. «Now, let's be slightly more serious about it; Sammy, are you sure about this? Do you feel ready to... I guess, get back into action? It's pretty soon in my opinion, but I won't stop you.» «The trust goes both ways, K. Were it with a stranger, I'd stay put, but it's you, so...» «What a noble sacrifice.» he can't resist but to tease me. «Still, don't do it because "it's me". Smart as you are, you likely know there will be a few "logistical problems" involved in this, and I want you to be fine with them.» The two of them exchange glances, before turning to me. «Naturally.» I nod, crossing my legs. «Lay it on me, boss.» He raises one finger, firmly grasping it with the other paw. «First. Unfortunately, the one we'll call "boss" will be Sheila. You know why. Spoilers: not a kink.» «I know why.» I confirm with another nod. «Second.» Another finger goes up, and he smirks. «No buns in the oven; it would be hypocritical of you.» Sheila's ears flatten adorably as she averts her gaze with fluster, arms crossed. «Third. Sheila, correct me on this or anything else, but I'm pretty certain the "no secrets" rule could be extended to his wants.» «I mean, there's doubt we all have our own wants and don'ts here.» she retorts, fighting her own shyness. «So, I think now's the time to make them known...» More than an hour later, Keiran claps his paws together as the discussion comes to an end. «Well, I still think Samuel is hiding is freakier side, but there'll be plenty of room for improv.» «Speaking of room; we had considered The Swingshot as a viable location, given their "means".» Sheila interjects. «Approved; I still have to thank Mark and Rosaline.» I back her up. «The owners of the place.» Keiran quickly clarifies for her, before pursing his lips. «It's a bit steep, but it's the best place, if you don't want to move beds and wash sheets. Keep in mind their opening hours are shorter and earlier outside the weekend.» «Ah, that lucario stamina of yours will surely be our ruin.» I quip, looking at the clock. «An hour, then we take the bus? We can probably just have dinner afterwards.» «Sounds good.» he nods, and we stand up from the table. Luckily, people are still at work, so the bus wasn't that crammed. Few mons, and mostly ones you'd see in a office, so no dragons nor beasts of any kind. I do miss my poor sedan, though. I almost cried when they told me spare parts for it are near impossible to find, so it was better to put it to rest after just five years of service. It will be a while before I find a second or third-hand within my possibilities that isn't a complete shitbox running on the souls of the damned. Eventually, Keiran pats my thigh to warn me we're almost there. We get down at the bus stop Lana drove through, its replacement relatively clean and modern in design, and likely made of better materials. The air immediately starts feeling heavier on my shoulders as I realize we wouldn't have punched past this one. Once crossed the road, we enter Moonshiner's street, seemingly unchanged since last time, until I pause in front of the alley, taking in the visibly fresher paint where the lopunny crashed my car and where Mark punched Latifah into the wall. How the fuck did she survive that? Is that why the chose against petting her down? They weren't sure they could do it affordably? Is my life worth less than that? My hands are trembling, and I feel a wave of unease ensnaring my heart. Keiran and Sheila pause to my sides, carefully studying me with their eyes and special senses. I shiver when their paws rescue me from the stormy sea of thoughts trying to drown me, but I gently squeeze them back to ground myself. No, the center just manage to compromise with authorities by relocating her, since garchomps are nearly extinct in Solris, and they're a keystone species in arid environments. That doesn't guarantee anyone's safety, though. I breathe deeply, before entering the darkness. The sight of the familiar alley, blessed by the light of the neon sign as if it were a gift from Arceus himself, fills me with an inexplicable warmth; I feel like I've walked miles in a blizzard and finally glimpsed the light of a welcoming, inextinguishable fireplace. Grown bold enough to abandon the grip of my rescuers, I step forward on my own to gently open the door. Warm. Warmer than I remember. The wood of the interior seems even brighter, from the floor, to the walls, to the desk of the reception, crowned by a considerable amount of "get well soon" cards at the corners. And when I finally meet Rosaline's gaze as it lifts from the latter, time seems to stop. She slowly stands up from her post, lips parted in disbelief. Her uniform seems loose around her waist, and her hollowed out cheeks only accentuate how much weight she has lost. «Samuel..! Arceus almighty..!» She rushes to hug me, circling my back with her slender arms and resting her forehead against my shoulder, where she weeps softly. «I'm so glad you're alright!» «I'm... so sorry for what I put you through.» I murmur with a broken voice, barely holding myself together. «Hush..!» she whispers back. «Don't say things like that..!» «How are you? Your injury?» I ask once we separate, unwilling to argue. She sighs, shrugging. «It's easier to diet, I guess. But it's getting better; maybe another month of suck, and then I should be pretty much back to normal. Minus the new navel.» she pats her abdomen. «And... Mark?» «Oh, he got off easy!» she scoffs playfully, instantly lightening the mood. «Fighting types are just "built different", as the kids say; a few stitches, and his lacerations healed completely in a couple of weeks. He also got a broken foot, but it's mostly just a slight limp now. Well, I guess one of his hands is still in bad shape, but...» «He did almost take down half a building with that punch. I'm surprised her head was still attached to her body.» Rose furrows her brows. «How do you know that? You seemed... unconscious.» she carefully measures the last word. «A near-death experience, I'd say?» She purses her lips, taken aback. «Oh, wow. Did you... by chance see anything else?» «Just hallucinations from my childhood catechism classes.» I shrug «Arceus's golden ring, and what looked like clouds of unowns. But that was after I saw you fire a nuke from your hands.» She chuckles, rubbing the back of her neck. «Yes, Psyshock. The TM costed me a arm and a leg, and I takes way too long to charge up, but Arceus if it packs a punch! First time I actually used it on someone. And... had Mark not been an adrenaline-powered tank, I would have probably fried his nerve endings on the spot...» She clicks her lips, dispelling the thought, before turning back to me. «But I wouldn't scoff at that "vision", anyway; humans in particular have always had a... peculiar relationship with reality, to a degree that sometimes escapes even psychic types. The golden one got creative with you. Not sure if he used a mixture of spare parts in a hurry, or if he had a specific design for your species... No offence, of course!» Keiran and Sheila finally come forward, when she finally notices them. «Oh, welcome! I'll be with you right away..!» «No rush, miss; we're with him.» Keiran reassures her with his usual patient smile. «And I still have to thank you for protecting my trainer.» The gardevoir's eyes widen in recognition. «Ah, you must be Samuel's famous lucario! You've been here already, then! And don't worry; we weren't going to lose one of our best customers..!» «Didn't know I was a celebrity, but yes to both.» he nods, his tail wagging slightly. «And... I believe I had the pleasure of meeting you as well..!» Rose's gaze narrows in recollection as it sets on an embarrassed Sheila. «I'm sorry..!» the latter murmurs. The receptionist can't help but chuckle. «Don't worry, darling! Insurance took care of it, and it's not like you did it on purpose. Now, may I see your HSC?» I furrow my brows, but I refrain from asking, for the moment. Once checked Sheila's Health Status Card to make sure the braixen is both old and healthy enough to have alcohol, she straightens up to turn back to me. «So, I take it you've come for more than just checking in?» Without uttering a word, I deposit the money for my partners' use of a room on her desk. Not a pin drops for a few seconds, her eyes switching between the three of us, before she nods lightly. «I see.» I can't help but laugh with her afterwards, but since we both end up with our hands clutching our wounds, we decide to go back to business. «Urgh... well, I don't want to hold you further than needed. Although, I'm sure Mark will be pleased to see you. Whether he'll show it or not is a different story, as you know..!» Rose gives the card back. «All good with this one. Your limit should be at 0.3, so about a light cocktail and the average shot. Now, for the last test...» The braixen can't help but let her tail sway nervously, and the gardevoir touches her own temple for a second, before raising a brow. «Sorry...» Sheila's ears flatten. «Sometimes it escapes my control when I feel frustrated.» Rose smiles patiently. «Don't worry; you will get better. Spoken from psychic type to future psychic type..!» After getting tested for STDs and saying our goodbyes, we move forward and down the hallway to the main room, the walls almost feeling like a blanket around me. I then notice Keiran studying his girlfriend, pensive. «So, what did you do?» the lucario finally whispers once we're out of hearing range, curious. «I burned her desk.» she admits. «I keep my wallet attached to my branch for reachability, but I didn't notice I had accidentally ignited the latter...» He sighs, shaking his head. «It was before I noticed my abilities were increasing..!» «Well, there was a faint smell of burnt when I arrived... in retrospect, it makes sense it was your fault.» She whimpers, annoyed, and her fur puffs up as she smacks his shoulder. «Alright, behave yourselves now.» I intervene at the end of the hallway. As always, Mark is keeping his surroundings clean like a soldier under the scrutiny of his general, although his casted wrist is noticeably slowing his upper arms down. We sit down in front of the counter, but I don't call him, hoping to surprise him despite the soft chatter ramping up behind us. Aside from his hand, the machamp looks like he's never faced the garchomp, his focus completely locked on the set of freshly washed premium chalices he's carrying back to their place. In a corner, far more concealed than his partner's, more affectionate cards show the attachment of the patrons to the bartender. «I will be with you in a moment.» Mark states, glancing over his shoulder and likely seeing just Keiran on the center stool. «Even two, if you need them.» I finally retort, making his shoulders stiffen. For the first time in my experience, he willingly stops his work to turn around. «Good evening, Samuel. I'm surprised to see you here on a workday.» he greets me with an attempt at stoicism, suppressing a smile that has already reached his eyes. «Oh, fuck off..!» I grin. «Though, I suppose you've more than earned the right to tease me.» He nods, swiftly finishing up his task before returning to us, already preparing three glasses. «I'm pleased to see you alive and well. I hope Lana has also found peace of mind?» I blink with perplexity. «I mean, I've only received a few messages from her, making sure I was alright, but the last one came in weeks ago. She told me you and Rose held no grudges towards me...» «Towards you both.» he gently corrects me, before letting out a sigh. «She still blames herself for it all. For coming here... for keeping you there late... for a set of keys?» «Has she come back since?» Keiran intervenes, and he shakes his head. «No. And it has been hard to get any news of her.» His broad shoulders are slumped, his gaze low and pointed elsewhere. He's worried. With another sigh, he straightens his back. «Did you wish to order anything?» he unsubtly changes the topic, studying Keiran and Sheila, before looking away in recollection. «A... Bay Breeze and a Dirty Shirley with cheri vodka, perhaps?» The two seem surprised, their eyes wide and ears perked up. «How..?» she asks, in disbelief. «I remember you. Keiran... and Sheila. You came here only once at the end of this summer.» he ponders, taking me aback as well. «I am not surprised you are still together; I will admit that watching you interact at that table warmed my heart. My apologies if I am overstepping.» «That is some memory.» I praise him, impressed. «My double-edged sword.» he nods with an amused smirk, before joining his lower pair of hands together as he awaits our answer. The couple look at each other, and Keiran tilts his head questioningly. «We'll go like last time. Samuel?» Sheila decides, making his brows furrow. «Just some Alolan Punch for me.» I reply, reading from the blackboard on the wall behind him. He nods again, swiftly getting to work. The drink reminds me of the morning breaks back in elementary school, since it's just a little more than fruit juice. Tasty, though; it must be artisanal. I glance at the other two; Keiran is calmly sipping from his glass, while Sheila is struggling a little, already wobbling on her seat. «Not exactly light, is that now?» he scolds her with a raised brow. «We kind of need you consenting.» «I- I know my limit.» she replies, lowering the half-empty glass, eyelids heavy. «I just need to let myself go a little.» «Well, as long as it doesn't become a habit.» he scowls. «I can feel your mind expanding past its boundaries already.» «It's preceding my paws..!» she finally giggles, rolling over the edge. «Whelp, there you go.» I comment, amused. «Careful!» he grumbles as she spills some of her Shirley on her ruff, before gently taking her glass to set it on the counter. Mark glances over his shoulder, as if perceiving the stain lurking about, but deeming it outside his range and propriety, he limits himself to offering a napkin dispenser. «Thank you.» Keiran sighs, his voice slightly slurred. «And then I'm the pup in this relationship..!» She giggles again, before clumsily stopping the napkin with a drunken grin. «I know you're thinking of licking it off..!» Her tail is wagging, spreading the soft scent of her fur, mixed with a hint of burning poplar from the stick inside it and a musky sweetness that needs no explanation. I notice him squeeze his thighs closer together, likely due to his natural pouch growing smaller around him. «Sheila..!» he swallows hard, struggling to keep his tail still as she moves closer to nuzzle his neck. «I think it's time for us to search for a room.» I stand up before the bartender can rebuke them. Keiran eagerly stands up and picks her up bridal style, much to her enjoyment. «Handsome..!» I hear her mutter while caressing his chin, fangs digging into her lower lip. He presses his muzzle against hers, before swiftly nipping at her throat, getting a loud yelp out of her. I flinch, more out of embarrassment than anything. «Er- thanks for the drinks, Mark.» I hurriedly drop some cash onto the counter while I move in to straighten him up towards the stairs. «Keep the change!» The machamp shakes his head in amusement as he watches the couple struggle with the first step. «Alright, you two need to turn it down a notch.» I scold them once close enough, keeping my voice low. «Yes, furball, you have to keep quite- quiet!» he slurs, grinning drunkenly. «That's not going to be the last taste I get of you, tonight..!» «Oof..!» I groan as I keep him from falling back again. Sometimes I forget how heavy he is for his size; the muscles of a fighting type and the bones of a steel one do that to someone, I guess. At least they allow me to limit my concerns to the braixen in his arms. «K, you're as stable as a crackhead on an unicycle! Let me carry her-» The second my hands graze his paws underneath her, he growls at me like a feral beast. I lose my balance, falling onto the step, my heart pounding and my hands shaking over it. «K- Keiran..!» Sheila calls out, alarmed. «Why are you angry..?» When he realizes what he's done through the haze of alcohol, his ears flatten against his skull, and he sets her down to clumsily kneel over me. «Oi..! Sammy..!» he reaches out with an unsteady paw. «I- I'm sh- sorry! I wasn't thinking..! I'd- I'd never hurt you..!» «Samuel, do you require assistance?» Mark's voice startles me as he climbs the stairs, towering over him. «I- I need a minute.» I finally answer, before getting myself to take slow, deep breaths as I identify five things I can see. Finally grounded and calm enough, I take Mark's hand, who easily pulls me up on my feet. «Are you sure you are well? Can we do anything for you?» he raises his brows, tilting his head forward as he inspects my face for confirmation. «I'm good, I'm good...» I reassure him, leaning against the handrail. «Do you wo- want to go home?» Keiran asks, tail between his haunches. «No.» I refuse. «I got through it; it'll take some effort to get me back in the mood, though.» The machamp nods, unconvinced. «If you are certain... I will be down here, if needed.» «I'm sorry..!» Keiran repeats once Mark has returned downstairs. «Don't worry.» I insist. «I know it was a mix of lucario instincts and alcohol. Still, you've got to admit you're a bit too wobbly to carry her safely.» «Yeah, th- that's fair...» he agrees. «Can you stand?» I turn to her, offering her my palm. However, her legs fail her as soon as I let her go, but I gently cup her shoulders to stop her fall. «Guess not..!» she blurts out, chuckling tipsily while resting her weight against my arms. Carefully, I pick her up in the same way he did. She keeps her paws to her chest, unable to properly reach behind my neck. I glance back at the lucario, whose gaze is still glued to the floor while he relies on the railing to climb with carefully measured steps. I feel Sheila's nostrils blow some warm air against my neck as she discreetly smells me, not making a single comment on the matter. She did say she had a thing for scents, earlier, so I'll probably find out what she thinks about mine once we get ourselves a room. Keiran giggles, breaking the silence. «I schm- smell a lot of fuckery afoot. And perceive it, too!» «How does aura feel like when you're drunk?» I ask, encouraging him to forget about his guilt. «It comes and goes, and it's like doing math after a bottle of vodka..!» he shrugs, sensors constantly adjusting themselves in a desperate attempt to understand their surroundings. «Not that I've ever done that...» «I think I feel them, too..!» the braixen gives a cheeky smirk, her fluffy tail wagging with excited bashfulness against my chest. Does that mean Rose can actively detect every single one of us going at it? I mean, I guess at this point she's likely used to it, but still... A bit awkward. Eventually, I find us an isolated room. «Oh, yeah! The cabinet thing-a-ma-bobber! It has all the lube-ma-bobbers and shit!» Keiran smirks as he barges in, nearly falling over himself. «Re- remember?» «I- I think you ji- joked about making a balloon furfrou with a condom!» Sheila snickers as I set her down on the bed. «I want to try!» he slurs, making his way to it. «Were you two just as wasted, back then?» I ask, mildly concerned. «Naaaaaaah!» he lets out, violently ripping a contraceptive's envelop. «Blood for the blood god!!!» Now, that's a yes if I ever saw one. The braixen starts rolling around and rubbing her body against the blankets, groaning and sighing as she stretches, before finally curling up to hug her own tail. Meanwhile, he's trying to get the weirdly shaped rubber to expand only in length, his brain struggling with basic physics. «Keiraaan!» she then childishly calls him, satisfied with her mark on the bed. «The other mons on the floor are fo- fucking and we're nooot!» He lets go of the makeshift balloon, which farts itself across the room. «Ah, yeah! We were supposed to fuck with Sammy, too!» he remembers, coming closer. «As in, good-fucking, not bad-fucking him..! You know the thing!» I sigh, shaking my head in mild amusement, deciding to embrace the chaos. «Samuel, can I cuddle you? You smell like human testosterone plus clean clothes, with a hint of him.» «We got a connoisseur, here.» I comment, sitting next to her. Slightly more stable than earlier, she stands up to waddle closer, eventually letting herself fall onto my lap, muzzle planted against my chest. I glance at Keiran, who's simply watching us, either lost in thought or just trying to comprehend reality. At least he's not aggressive. Her clumsy embrace gets my attention back, accompanied by the sound of her inhaling deeply. She then stretches her form to reach and smell my exposed neck, stopping there for slightly longer to give me a quick lick. After a content yip, her tail starts wagging while she laps more insistently at my skin, her paws clinging to my jacket for balance. Remembering I should be returning the affection, I close my hands around her thin waist, feeling her skin tremble under her warm fur. The strength of her scent is directly proportional with her inner temperature, the latter starting to heat up the room considerably; it's almost as if she's unconsciously tempting me to take off my clothes. Taking advantage of my grip around her, she stands up on my thighs, getting her head level with my own, before cupping my cheeks and licking a stripe from the tip of my nose to my forehead. «Why are you so satisfying on the tongue..?» she wonders, trying to understand me despite her clear lack of focus. Her gaze is still groggy, but her more instinctual side seems to be trying to compensate. Out of nowhere, she yelps, almost jumping up and onto my shoulders. «Says her..!» Keiran chuckles, licking his chops as he remains kneeling in front of me, muzzle where her rump was. I shoot him a gaze between pride and rebuke, my smirk ending up mirroring his. «Ever been with a fire type before, Sammy?» «No, never. I'll gladly have a taste myself, though!» She tries taking a step back, forgetting she's still standing on my lap, so we have to both catch her in mid-air. «Y- you me- male brutes..! I'm not your snack..!» I hesitate for a second, but by the wild wagging of her tail, the sticky tufts of wet fur near her groin, and her hungry gaze, I'd wager she's far from opposed to the attention. Keiran gently gets his arms under her own, making her curl up and whine when he lifts her up. Her plush legs are half spread and trembling, their velvety texture glimmering in the dim light of the room. Her tail is partially lifted for balance, but she makes no move to cover herself. «Go ahead, boss! I'll take this side, for now!» he boldly encourages, nipping at her neck and making her yelp. I bring her calves onto my shoulders, both to help him carry her negligible weight, and to mostly free my hands for the exploration of the fur covering her groin. It doesn't take long to follow the damp strands all the way to the weeping, swollen spade they were barely concealing, thick, dark grey, and with an irregular streak of pink through the Y-shaped slit. Seeing it with my own eyes makes me wonder if it could take even two fingers, and her earlier concerns about my size don't help, either. But by logic, if Keiran can fit, so can I; she probably just need the right "incentive" for it to dilate. I delicately run a digit along the length of her engorged opening, and her whole body quivers. I've never dealt with a shape like hers, so finding a proper erogenous spot is a small win. «Keiran, any tips and tricks? This is a new model for me.» He gets his long tongue out of his girlfriend's mouth to properly turn to me, licking his chops as he still savors the taste. «Eh-ehm!» he clears his throat from her saliva. «No real tricks here: aim for the clit, big man! It's there, I swear! The rest works pretty much the same... She's tiny, though!» «You're not that tall, either..!» she mutters, pouting at him, before turning to me, eyes filled with hope. «But you will be gentle with me, right, Samuel? With a cute little braixen like me..?» Behind her, Keiran cheekily shakes his head, mouthing "No! No! No!", and she bites his neck in annoyance the second she notices, starting a brief play-fight. «At first.» I compromise, before going down on her, putting a swift end to their snarls and growls. She sighs in appreciation when I run my tongue along her slit, tasting her feminine arousal and convincing her to go back to kissing her boyfriend. Her thick, soft thighs gently squeeze my cheeks as she wraps them around my head, chuffing and yipping against the lucario's muzzle. Her tail occasionally tickles my neck and chin while it wags, delivering her mark straight to my nostrils. Tentatively, I lick the upper portion of her vulva, and her legs squirm. I carefully spread her labia to get a better access to her love button, letting a transparent droplet escape her. She gasps when I also slide my thumb in, exploring further. It's truly "tiny", like he said. Overall, her entrance resembles a pair of dark, tight lips sucking and drooling over my thumb, her inner muscles trying to draw it deeper inside regardless. Sheila grows more vocal as I continue pleasuring her, her thighs trying harder to join together while her arms reach down to help me finish the job, playing with herself. Keiran's paws clumsily cup her breasts, concealed by her ruff. «Rog- Regretting being so stubborn now, uh?» he teases her, his fingers caught in a delicate massaging motion despite the almost maniacal grin he flashes at her. And finally, she reaches her peak, a few droplets of arousal pouring onto my thumb while her insides milk it wildly. Her body ultimately goes limp on our shoulders, her breath a pleased shudder. «Nice work, boss!» Keiran enthusiastically nods once he pulls back from her muzzle, allowing her tongue to loll out freely, before he raises a paw to high-five me, still out of it. «So, she has a "captive" kink? She didn't mention that.» He shrugs as we set her on the bed. «She always smacks me and scolds me, but she likes it when I act bad! She can lie, but Arceus knows!» he replies, lovingly patting her belly with a bit too much energy. «And "captive" is a big, BIG word; she's a brat!» He smirks again, giving a playful squeeze to her fur. «That's the right term for you..!» Unexpectedly, Sheila opens her eyes and clasps his wrist, before leaning in to nibble it with a little disgruntled snarl. «My favorite little brat..!» he growls in return, moving in to encircle her neck with his free arm and her legs with his, ultimately spooning her. «Dick..!» she chokes, ultimately resting her chin on his elbow. «You didn't say "please", but I'll be the better mon!» he teases her, starting to rub his groin against her. She snorts a giggle, swatting back at his shoulder. «Thank you, Samuel. I liked it..!» she then bashfully turns back to me with a thankful smile, almost childishly so. «My pleasure. Every day that passes, I can see more and more why Keiran treasures you so.» She brings a paw to her heart, before raising a brow at him. «Have you heard your trainer, you dumb mutt?!» It's his turn to pout. «He only says that because he wants to dick you! I smelt him get hard while you were trying to eat his face!» he protests. «Yes, I can tell and now see that, but when HE does it it's flattering, while you're just a horny brute!» she retorts. «I am in fact stealing your girl, Keiran.» I go along with the bickering, nodding matter-of-factly. He gasps with a loud inhale, his jaw dropping and his eyes springing wide open. I wonder if he can tell I'm joking or not through the alcohol. I assume he does, since my spine is still intact. «You were the chosen one! You were supposed to destroy her, not join her!» Sheila slips out of his embrace to pad closer to me, resting against my side. «As you can see, this bulge i- is bigger than yours, so he's a better male!» she states, hesitantly placing a paw on my clothed erection, making me flinch in surprise. She swiftly takes off her paw, ears flattened in concern of having overstepped, but I swiftly pet her head to reassure her of the opposite. «Nooo!» he cries to the sky, continuing the charade, before instantly grasping a pillow and tossing it against me at mach speed. «Bitch!» «You're the bitch!» I retort, picking up the projectile to slam it onto his head, but he raises his arms and intercepts it with surprising reflexes for his questionable state, his stronger grip holding me still. «RULES OF NATURE!!!» he yells, before fully lifting me up with a fierce growl, only to finally throw me onto the bed, falling with me as he loses his balance. «Oh, yeah, it is bigger than mine. Well, fuck..!» he suddenly comments while I'm still recovering. I glance up at him with furrowed brows, and I find them kneeling at my sides, watching my groin. «I told you.» Sheila scolds him. «I tOlD YoU!» He mocks her, reaching for some lube he set up above the bedside table earlier. «Be quiet and pick our next move, furball!» «You could take it up your bum...» she grumbles. «Oh, up YOUR bum? Feeling brave, today! You'll regret it in the morning, but...» he reaches for her rump to spread her glutes. «No!» she protests, groaning in annoyance and fluster as she stands up to shove him. «Just..! Urgh..! Just lie down and be quiet! You're making my head hurt..!» I watch as she settle a cushion under his head, before giving him a loving kiss on the snout. With that, she leans over his abdomen and takes a hold of the hem of his pants-shaped pouch, sliding it downwards. His hard, knotted cock springs free, its angry red flesh a sharp contrast with the faint yellow and blue fur around it. His testis hang low beneath it, coated by a thick, shaggy yellow fluff. I haven't seen it since he was a very, very small riolu, back when I took him to the vet for the first time. He's roughly three quarters my size, even if the knot gives it some extra girth. Sheila pours some lube on his flesh, making him shiver before starting to stroke him. Her other paw rubs his belly, getting some familiar happy purrs from him. «I can take you in my mouth, Sammy. I promise I won't bite..!» «Alright...» I agree, unzipping my trousers and removing my belt. Once I lower my underwear, her eyes widen as she stares at it, hesitant. «Fuck me, that's massive..!» she gasps, continuing to stroke Keiran. «You don't have to, if you think it will hurt.» I reassure her, but she shrugs. «No, no, it's fine. I want to at least try. And you do taste strangely nice, so no condom needed..!» I purse my lips, surprised. «If you're sure...» With that, I move closer to her, and she leans further down to take in my scent, before exhaling with satisfaction. «Male musks are the best..!» She opens her jaws, revealing the tiny pearly whites of a small canid, along with her lovely little tongue as it moves to cover the former like a red carpet for my glans. Her eyes squeeze shut as my tip reaches her throat, but after the first gag, she seems to get the hang of it. Keiran opens one eye to check on us, probably feeling her slow down to focus on how to fit me. I start petting her, keeping my touch light enough not to block her in case she needs to pull back. Her eyelids flutter slowly, before shooting wide open once the lucario delicately places a paw over her vulva, returning the massage. I flinch as the new stimulation makes her jaws close slightly, but thankfully, she's quick to contain herself, saving my member. Soft whimpers and yips travel through my skin as she sucks me off with slow movements, drooling over her own chin and my balls. She sure knows what she's doing; her upper teeth haven't grazed my skin, while I can barely feel her lowers through her tongue. It's impressive how much she can open those jaws, just as much as the control she has over her own gag reflex. I swear I can see her tight little throat swell up, but she's just taking it even as tears well up in her eyes. «Don't strain yourself for me...» I continue petting her head, and she lets out a disgruntled grumble. Likely out of spite, she engulfs me as much as she can, choking and gasping as her nose touches my pubes. Coughing, she swiftly retreats, panting and gagging, making the room feel freezing compared to her insides. «You tried taking the whole thing!» Keiran guesses as he opens his eyes again, giggling to himself. «Shut it..!» she coughs, before clearing her throat and taking me back in. This time, she's content with slowly bobbing her head back and forth, continuing to stroke the lucario and to be gently stimulated in return. Eventually, the almost forgotten sensations of an orgasm make themselves known. «Sheila, I'm close..!» I warn her. She retreats slightly, pausing Keiran's belly rubs to stroke me while suckling on my tip, her tongue darting out to lap at my slit. My thighs tremble as she pretty much commands my climax, the first droplet of cum drooling down her lips before she takes my glans deeper, properly collecting the fruit of her labor. «What, two months without..? It shows..!» she comments after swallowing, wiping her chin. «It tastes saltier and yet more delicate than a pokémon's...» «Me next! I'm also pent up!» Keiran cheekily nudges her like a spoiled child. She rolls her eyes, moving her poor focus back to him. «C'mon! Samuel could do a better job!» he teases her, maybe jealous. «Want me to try?» I cross my arms, amused. «Oh, shit, I forgot about the sylveon!» his eyes widen, and he laughs nervously. «No, no, I want you nowhere near my ass with that thing..!» Sheila tilts her head as she wipes her lips, confused. «"The sylveon"?» «Long story short, I met a male sylveon and confirmed I'm bi.» I sum it up for her clouded mind. Her eyes widen in surprise, clearly struggling to properly process the idea. Suddenly, Keiran tilts his head, ears perked up as if having perceived a sudden noise. «So, you... and a male pokémon..?» «A- are you getting excited?» he inquires, furrowing his brows while his sensors fight the leftover buzz. «It feels like you are...» «NO!» she whimpers immediately, trying to drown his voice as she puffs up, tail shaking nervously. We trade glances, skeptical, before staring at her expectantly. «Okay, I... "might" be... in- intrigued by the idea.» «Is that a kink you never told me about?» he crosses his arms. She growls shrilly, flustered, before looking back at me. «This counts as a secret, okay?!» He glances at me, raising a brow in increasing confusion, and I gesture "later" to give her space to explain herself. «I'm into yaoi..!» she averts her gaze. «I started as a little more than a pup with my trainer's manga, and eventually found... mon-themed ones on the internet once I became able to type.» Keiran purses his lips. «Well, that's a twist. Also, you were probably too young for that..! Bad furball..!» I nod in agreement, matching his expression. «But let me understand: if I were to go and trade saliva with Samuel, you'd be rubbing another one out?» he suddenly grins. To my surprise, she doesn't smack him for his lack of tact. «Well... that would be interesting to see...» «I'm straight as a board, though. And you still haven't finished the job!» he glances down at his hard length, exaggeratedly displeased. She pouts, narrowing her eyes into slits, likely noticing the lack of a proper refusal even through the buzz. Finally, he leans in, grinning. «One month's worth of supplì.» She gasps, indignant. «WHAT?! Do you know how much that is?!» Then, she crosses her arms, averting her gaze. «Three days..!» she grumbles. «Peh! Three weeks, you mean!» he scoffs, enjoying himself. «"I ain't gay, but twenty sols is twenty sols", eh?» I tease him. «One week!» she retorts. «Think of your colesh- colesterol!» «I'm young and a fa- fighting type! Two weeks!» «Ten days and you show me the tongue!!!» she shrieks, puffing up as she likely blushes under her fur. «Ten days worth for both of us.» he clears up, pointing at me. «Fucking mutt..!» she growls, gritting her teeth. «Fine..!» Keiran turns to me, meeting my gaze. «I forgot to ask, but you can say no, boss. I'm just doing Sheila a solid while taking the piss out of her..!» «I'm... fine with it, K. Although, are you sure you won't regret this, once fully sober?» He chuckles, getting within arm's reach. «For a kiss? I'll just say "no homo" and it won't count!» With that little pearl of wisdom and sobriety added, he turns us around so the braixen is facing our side. «Alright, you little snare. How does it play out in your head, aside from the tongue thing?» «Lots and lots of cuddles and foreplay..!» she replies, her breath heavy and her gaze intense, clearly expecting to get her money's worth. «Oi! "Foreplay" is a massive word, here..!» he retorts, calming her down with a raised paw. With that, he picks up a pillow and places it between us, covering the spike on his chest before coming within hugging distance. We gaze at each other for a few seconds, and it inevitably ends in a staring contest that I start losing immediately, already barely holding in laughter at the absurdity of the situation. Finally, he shakes his head, giggling. «Ah, fuck it! I'll bite the damn bullet!» With that, he straightens up on his knees, and presses his muzzle against my lips, his paw moving behind my neck. He tastes of berries and vodka, with a hint of his own natural flavor, pleasantly musky and ever so slightly metallic. Then, he opens his eyes, nodding slightly as a warning before his long canine tongue slips past my lips, shocking me regardless. He delicately opens my mouth with his fingers, likely to give his girlfriend a better view. Once satisfied, he pulls back to kiss my chin, descending down my neck, where he rests his open jaws, initially going for a nip, but then changing his mind in a spark of lucidity to avoid startling me. «Are you trembling because you're scared, or happy, big man?» he teases me as I realize I've hugged him without noticing. «Weren't you supposed to say "no homo"?» I retort, flustered. He chuckles. «Right, thanks for reminding me!» he pulls back to study me. «Although, I didn't think you'd be this... easy. You're a power fantasy for dominant mons!» «And?!» I grumble, crossing my arms defensively. «He's adorable.» Sheila comments, reminding me of her presence. «I love dom-sub dynamics!» She's resting on her belly, holding her head up with her paws, legs kicking in the air as she enjoys the show, tail wagging and fangs pricking her lower lip. «Well? Is that all?» «You're lucky I'm still horny..!» he retorts, before helping me unbutton my jacket and take off my shirt. Pillow still between us, he licks a stripe along my sternum, making me shiver. «C'mon, Sammy! Don't leave me at her mercy!» he encourages me, attempting a soft bite at my shoulder, running his paw throughout my abdomen. I think he's getting into the "unchained" phase of his hangover. «Earn us those supplìs from that horny brat! Show me what you've got! Before I question who's the real trainer..!» Fucking hell, he's driving me insane..! But he's my pokémon... can I actually do this? His pupils are dilated, his movements clumsy; he's still very much drunk, although quickly getting better. «You know I can still perceive aura, right?» he whispers in my ear, before closing his lips on it. I squirm in his embrace, shaken by the conflicting emotions storming my mind. «Are you afraid because you still see me as your little riolu?! C'mon! You said I was attractive to you! I'm fucking out of control right now, but I remember that!» At my breaking point, I pour all of my frustration and hunger into a single kiss, pushing him down on his back as I loom over him. Daringly, I return the nip to his ear, followed with interest by moving down his neck. «You are attractive to me.» I confirm with a whisper, caressing his cheek. «Way too much for you to pull this shit and expect impunity..!» I pull his head up by his short ruff to kiss him again, fingers tangling with the shaggy fur. My free hands slides beneath the pillow, caressing his chest. The muscles of a fighting type are unlike any other: I can't tell them apart from bone until they tremble, hinting at a power capable of destroying a foe several time their owner's size, or at an incalculable potential for dominance and protectiveness. Each part of Keiran's body seems built to fight off an army, but his size and the memory of his kind smile create an unnerving contrast between my mind and my instincts. I breathe in his scent, its hint of wildness that will never go away, barely allowing his mild shampoo and the conditioner forced upon him by Sheila to coexist with it. I can feel his humid breath on the side of my neck and glimpse his crimson eyes as they search mine, but I pay no real attention to them, lost in my own thoughts. He could flip us over and destroy me, in whichever way he wished. Do I want him to do that? I'm scared of that. Could he do that? I'm thrilled by that. Would he want to do that? My hand is exploring his thigh, and it's circling around towards his soft iron glutes, feeling a foreign urge to conquer and dominate, no matter the cost. «O- okay, Sammy, I think I went a bit too far, there..!» he whines, flesh twitching under my touch. I instantly retreat, finally coming back to my senses. «I'm... sorry.» «I'll admit I almost got jealous myself..!» Sheila comes forward, trying to lighten the mood. «Fuck..!» I murmur, fully stepping back from him, almost disgusted in myself. «I- I didn't mean...» «Sammy.» Keiran slurs lightly, sitting up and setting the pillow aside. «Nothing wrong happened, brother. I'm sloshed, I got you horny, I... blue-balled you, and you stopped. Everything went well.» Then, he giggles to himself. «I am a fine piece of ass, after all..!» «You're built more to give dick.» Sheila retorts, grasping his length. «And if you don't, you get rowdy. Like a pup..!» They trade grins, before he guides her head towards his groin. «For once, well said, furball. You won a knot in the mouth..!» While she attacks his red flesh with a flurry of licks, her eyes drift towards me, darting momentarily at her prize, only to join back with mine a couple of times. I might be wrong, but it seems like she's offering... Keiran is seated against the headrest of the bed, enjoying her work while caressing her head, lost in his own world of leftover alcohol and hard-earned pleasure. Should I..? I've already closed the distance between us, catching the scent of his arousal combined with her breath's. Sheila winks, caressing the side of his cock that's facing me, as if to present her merchandise. And finally, I cave in and join her, mirroring the path of her tongue. His eyes spring open and his pupils instantly lock onto my face, but he says nothing. When his girlfriend breathes in the scent of his balls and starts to kiss them, leaving me alone with his tip, he lightly shakes his head with a shudder, and leans back with a soft grumble. «Ah, fuck it... no homo.» The taste of his pre-cum mixed with Sheila's saliva make me shiver while I slowly fit him deeper, noticing no reaction when my teeth accidentally drag across his flesh. I guess that's just him being a steel type. Angela did hint that their skin could withstand even her beak. Under the right light, I can still see the scar on my cheeks when I look in the mirror... I look up as the hesitant stroke of Keiran's paw finds my hair in a tentative encouragement. He's clenching his teeth, and his posture has grown tense, same as his swollen knot. Growling softly, Sheila nudges me to the side, forcing me to let his cock out so we can share the reward for our work. And sure enough, he comes. I allow Sheila to take most of it, even if I manage to lick off some myself, the taste strong and indubitably a mon's. Likely even stronger than Cody's, if I recall correctly. Still, the braixen takes me aback when the dance of her tongue slowly shifts towards my own, like two celestial bodies trapping each other into their respective orbit until they collide. We exchange more of him between us, before she closes her muzzle against my lips into a deep kiss, her paws cupping my cheeks. When I lean down to get closer to her height, her eyes soften, and she pulls back. «Delicious and eager to please.» she licks her chops. «I could go on all night, but the pup is already getting jealous again...» «I'm not jealous..! But he did steal my cum to get you to make out with him, no doubt!» he raises a finger. «Yes, I did!» I retort out of spite. «I was all part of my master plan! And I'll do it again! Give me that cock!» «Oi, I appreciate the attention, but Sheila is still the boss!» he debates, swiftly closing his thighs together in alarm. «Since you're still being rowdy, I'll sacrifice myself for peace and let you wreck me. Condom up, studs. I want to get out of here with a round belly and full breasts!» she interjects sultrily, fur bristling and tail swishing languidly, unaware of the paradoxical statement that just left her mouth. Her eyes are hungry, her breath makes the air with its heat, and her scent has grown omnipresent. A strange pulse hits my mind, imprecise and insistent, and I don't think I'm the only one who felt it. I trade glances with my lucario, who seems sober enough to tell something's up. If her species is truly used to having multiple mates, maybe the continued presence of two males "caring" for her has finally set her to "breeding mode"? «My brother in Arceus, I fear for our lives. If you could read aura, you would, too..!» She's all tensed up on all fours, tail raised and waiting as she wonders who will be the one to claim her first. «C'mon..! Why so shy all of a sudden?» «Alright, alright. I'll fetch the rubbers...» he nervously replies, standing up to escape her range, but she's quick to block his path by hugging his waist, nuzzling into his lower abdomen. «Mine..!» «...or not.» he sighs, caressing her head while she keeps rubbing her face against him, tail wagging wildly as she worships his scent. «I got it.» I conclude, amused. However, she is quick to change her target once she notices me moving in the corner of her eye. Keiran manages to hold her back, puffing from exertion as she snarls in his grasps, nipping at him to break free. «Sheila, for fuck's sake..!» he groans. «You'll get all the dick you want, but you need to chill out!» «Don't leave..!» she calls out to me, seeming genuinely distressed. «I'm here, don't worry.» I reassure her, wondering which contraceptives to pick. Anything that could ease her heat? I mean, it's a big ball of complex chemistry happening deep inside her body, so without proper medicines, I doubt we'll have any luck, but maybe... «Ow! Sammy, any chance you'll be done before she melts what's left of my brain?» I turn my head, finding him still clinging to her, flinching as if slapped despite her arms being trapped. When she looks at me, I feel the hit myself: comparing her to Calypso would be like putting the punch of a toddler against a hitmonchan's, but it still stings, as if her psychic power could leave burns by itself. «Try fireproof! Ow! Fuck it, anything will do!» In a rush, I grab the first human-like and canine-like I see, hoping for the best. «I need help wearing it: my hands are full!» Without hesitation, I pull out the rubber and struggle to put it on him, nearly getting a kick on the head from her while I lube him up. «Ready for deployment!» With that, he pins her down, before swiftly entering her engorged labia, getting a pleased whine from her. «Fucking hell, it's for anal..!» he grumbles, before switching hole. «Did you give me a stimulant? It feels even hotter now!» «Er..! Oh. "Stimulant for ice types"..!» I meekly read from the box. «Ah, so that's why it feels like I lubed myself up with gasoline! Fuck it, we're playing on "hurt me plenty", today! What's yours?» «Sorry! It's- what..? "Special edition - Johto's unification's 500th anniversary: Raikou's thunderclap"; what does that even mean?!» Keiran laughs hysterically, trembling from the heat around his flesh, before hauling her up to make room for me. «I swear, if that doesn't make lightning come out of your dick, I'm throwing it against Mark's big-ass forehead! Put it on, she clearly wants both "her males"..!» The braixen growls shrilly, pleasuring herself with her paw as she hungrily stares at me. She's barely blinking, her teeth bared and her ears lowered as if ready to attack. Terrified of what might happen if she slips out of his grasp, I open the package of the supposed legendary condom and find a fancy striped black and yellow pattern, crowned by an odd nubbed texture on the tip, and two large bubbly bumps to the sides of the base. Once worn, I realize that it's meant to resemble a hybrid between a canine and a feline cock, the nubs along the length a friendlier version of the typical barbs, and the two bumps a lithe knot. «Well, wear some power armor while you're at it, will you?» Keiran chuckles again, wide-eyed. His girlfriend eagerly spreads her legs further, reaching under her ruff to fondle her own breasts, lips parted as she pants steam. «Argh! It feels like fucking an oven..!» he complains. «Isn't there "Suicune's flood of nut", or anything else to put her out in there?» «Not that I can see from here..!» I turn my head around while lining myself up with her, making her yelp as I accidentally bump the head of my wrapped up cock against her clitoris, a spark of static electricity crackling between our organs. «You gotta be kidding me.» he lets out with an hysterical giggle, ears perked up. «I was just joking..!» «Well, guess Mark's forehead is safe..! Urgh..!» I shudder as the drenched warmth of her walls finally envelops me, surprisingly more accommodating than earlier. I might just be able to fit in completely..! The second I touch her cervix, she starts to push back against me to get the last couple of centimeters inside. Finally, we are both able to pump into her, despite being all extremely snug with each other. I soon start sweating, and Keiran has to pant to cool himself off. «The things you do for supplì..!» I groan, helping him keep her still as we "breed" her, making him chuckle nervously. «What are the odds of the condoms melting inside her?» «Low but non-zero!» I reply, flinching in surprise as she squeezes my flesh. Her paws rise up, claws hooking onto my jacket to pull me down and make out with me, shrill moans echoing through my skull as her jaws lock around my cheeks, teeth delicately pressing against my skin. They still get a shiver out of me, though. Keiran moves to gently pull her back, but I gesture for him to stop, willing to face the lingering darkness, even if right now it has the face of a cute braixen. I allow her tongue inside my mouth once again, and she seems to relax like a child with a pacifier. Even the lucario seems surprised. «It was that easy, then?» I shrug quickly, continuing to trade saliva with her. Occasionally, I feel the tufts of fur on his balls brush against mine, often coupled with the squeeze caused by his own shaft when we push in at the same time. Her paw moves back to her clit as I feel her walls grow more erratic, until she finally climaxes, a flash of fire actually escaping her mouth right in front of my face. I pause to exchange looks with Keiran, all four eyes widened in surprise. Before I can even begin to process things, she's already out of her afterglow and attempting to impale herself on my cock, startling me. «What the fuck!» I let out, helping Keiran restrain her. «Thank Arceus for the knot, or she would have ripped my condom off!» he exclaims. «The articles did say she would have been slightly harder to satisfy..!» «Oh, did they also say a wailord is overall larger than a skitty?!» While his strength and stamina allow him to keep up with her feral rage, mine are rapidly waning; I've been out of shape for two months now, and she's not eager to give me a break..! Thankfully, he pulls her back to tilt her head and kiss her passionately, distracting her like I did before. The paw he's holding her with moves to attack her breast, so I bring my hand to her clit for support. Then, I lean forward to kiss her chest, seeking her free nipple under her ruff. Her thick fur tickles my face during my search, and my back aches slightly from staying hunched over, but I persevere, until I finally feel the soft, thin padding of fat surrounding my prize. Despite barely putting any pressure or suction once my lips surround her bud, she reacts quite violently; her body shivers under my touch, writhing to meet both of our thrusts, and her arms wrap around my head, holding it in place while she whines and chirps with need. A series of pulses courses through my brain, and I find myself growing calmer. «You just can't help yourself with that, uh?» he asks her between kisses. «I'm so happy right now..!» she mewls with a newfound drunkenness. «Keiran, how many puppies are we making?» He glances at me, not sure if out of worry for my reaction, or to ask for help. «Er... definitely a natural number.» She giggles, before taking an arm off my head to bring his closer to hers. «Will you give me six?» she whispers, ignoring the fact that he's in the wrong hole. «Six from each of you would be so nice...» His eyes widen. «Uh..! We'll send an email to the bombirdier department!» «Good boy..!» she lovingly licks his cheek. "Finish her" I read on his desperate lips, and I go in for a deep thrust, making her gasp. Her paw caresses my hair, squeezing a few locks with every stroke. «G- good... more..!» Keiran and I take turns kissing her, her tight walls forcefully squeezing and scorching me, as if to dig through my condom and reach my skin. «It burns..!» he whimpers as he endures. I nearly jump as I feel her claws dig into my back, no doubt leaving scratches in my skin. In an act of impulsive self-defense, I grab her by her waist and push her forward, making Keiran rapidly shift his posture to resist me while I violently pound into her. Her legs are the only limbs with a plan as they try wrapping around my waist, since the rest of her body has gone fully out of it. «Sammy..!» Keiran pleads, likely feeling my retaliation between her howls of pleasure. But I'm unable to stop, my hips the instrument of revenge from my scarred form. «Give it to me..!» she demands, drooling. «All of you..!» He cusses under his breath, but answers her demand by speeding up, standing like a wall while I pin her against him. Finally, she lets out a muffled scream as her insides contract at once, a puff of flames escaping upwards, setting a curtain above the bed on fire. «FUCK!!!» Keiran roars, trying to dislodge his knot from her rear. «Samuel, please!!!» I tremble as I keep pushing as deep as I can inside her depths, my hands aching to reach her neck, my subconscious mind unforgiving. «I'm sorry..!» A blueish glow appears in the corner of my eye, and a few moments later, the air is knocked out of my lungs as a small blast makes my ears ring. I fall back onto the bed with a groan, stunned and sore. «The fire extinguisher!» I try to get up and reach for the red canister while the fire keeps spreading along the curtains, until it seemingly pauses. To my surprise, Sheila has raised her wand, and she's seemingly preventing the fire in place, clenching her teeth. Her concentration is broken by the sound of a fire alarm going off, and a weird liquid start spraying from the sprinklers, too sticky to be mere water. «I did that, didn't I..?» she murmurs as the rain intensifies, a strange foam gathering on every surface, slowly but steadily killing the flames before evaporating into a thin, odorless mist in a few minutes. A sudden knocking startles me. «Samuel? Is everything okay in there?» Rose asks through the door. «Ah, fuck me.» I grumble before replying. «Partially!» «Did you get hurt?» «Partially..!» I repeat, massaging where Keiran hit me. But then, as I look down, I spot the small blood stains on my condom. Worried, I turn towards Sheila, who's clenching her lower abdomen with a paw, breathing deeply. «Are you okay?» «I'm fine, I'm fine... just sore.» she reassures me, resting against Keiran. «I think you're bleeding from your back, though...» She's not fine. She's trembling, and likely shocked. Maybe her wounds are minor, negligible, even, but they shouldn't have been there in the first place. I shouldn't have accepted to do this. «Are you in danger? Is there a live fire?» Rose continues. «There was. Just a curtain, by the looks of it, but the room was coated in foam...» I murmur, resting against the door as I come to terms with what I've done. «That's alright; gastrodon mucus leaves no stains nor smells after it evaporates. We'll see about the curtain. The other two?» I glance back at them, where Keiran is still trying to free himself. «Some blood; maybe we should...» The braixen shakes her head. «I'm okay..! It was kind of expected..!» Rose hesitates for a few seconds, but doesn't press on the matter further. «Alright. Whenever you're done, pass by the reception.» she concludes. «Are you actually okay, Sammy?» Keiran asks. «I'm sorry for the blast, but between the emergency and your crisis...» «No, don't apologize! I could have hurt her even more than I already did..!» «Don't worry; I feel pretty much the same as when I lost my virginity.» she insists despite her body showing otherwise. «I'll take some painkillers, and if it persists, I'll hit the vet..!» «Fuck's sake..!» I punch the wall, before covering my face in shame and regret. «I fucking assaulted you, Sheila! I should have stopped when I almost did the same to Keiran!» «Sammy..!» «Be quiet..!» I stop him through gritted teeth. «Sometimes I wish you'd just hit me and put me out of my misery! Why the fuck do you still put up with me?!» He finally manages to free himself from her, muscles twitching in anger under his fur. The braixen clenches her teeth, likely as more soreness and pain comes from the separation. After looking at her, his gaze softens, and she cradles her in his lap, holding her paw. «Look, Samuel.» he breathes deeply to remain calm. «This whole thing started degenerating from the first second. Yes, you hurt her. You didn't do it for the sake of it, or because you're into harming others. We know that, we can tell.» «I didn't lie about the pain.» she murmurs, nuzzling into his chest, inhaling deeply. «What scared me was coming to my senses and actually waking up to someone larger and stronger... going so fast and hard.» «You censored yourself at the end.» I point out. «Fuck off! You didn't rape me, for sure!» she snarls at me, taking me aback. «I have blood on my claws, so I hurt you as well, not sure if willingly or not. This triggered you, and the fastest solution your panic conjured was fucking the threat to death! It was a shitshow on multiple levels, like he said!» She raises a paw to count. «We got smashed first thing first, we came in with no real plan other than knowing what turns us on - not that we'd been able to follow it -, and we put no safeguards whatsoever! Sure, human dick is too big for me, so I got hurt, but that wasn't the source of the problem, was it now?!» «Why are you two defending ME?!» «STOP IT!!!» Keiran interjects, aura rippling around us. He takes a few seconds to collect himself, before continuing. «We should... allow things cool off for a bit. Between the hangover, the fear, and the inner turmoil, we're not in a position to unpack this properly. Let's start with a grounding shower, okay..?» He gently squeezes her shoulders, and she takes a deep breath, ears still flicking nervously. «Fine..!» He nods, before helping her stand up. «Be right back, Samuel.» «Take your time...» I murmur, sitting on a chair in the opposite corner of the room, glancing at the burnt curtain for a few second, before slumping forward. Am I going to lose them? Is this what I am, now? Am I just going to turn violent every time I get touched the wrong way? Will I become what I feared I'd be? What am I going to do..? In the end, the cost in damages to the room was minimal, to the point where Rose didn't even want to make us pay for them. She seemed more concerned about us, since our mood had clearly soured from when we had come in. Sheila still insisted to make it up to her, and she paid it out of pocket, refusing any help from Keiran or me. She also checked in with her vet, lying about how she got said injuries, but the main focus of the visit became her sudden surge in psychic abilities, as the former were not dangerous and went away in a couple of days. Apparently, she might start getting headaches soon, too, as her brain will stop being "enough" to handle itself. Keiran was not allowed to make jokes on the matter, obviously, even if he was more concerned than anything. I got off with a few claw marks, his Aura Sphere not carrying enough energy to cause real damage. Real physical damage, that is; while Sheila and I made up in a few days, I feel like she's still somewhat uncomfortable around me. He reassured me of the opposite, but I can see both of their moods are still not as good as prior to our fallout. A couple of weeks later, Keiran answers the phone while I'm exercising. I assume it's just marketing, since not even my parents try to reach me on the home phone, but his furrowed brows tell another story. «One second.» he covers the receiver with his paw. «Sammy, there's a guy from some newspaper who wants to interview you about the incident.» I gesture for the phone. «Thank you. Hello? Samuel Vianello.» «Yes, good morning, mister Vianello. I'm Joseph Dal Farra; I work for "The chatot's chatter", an indipendent newspaper here in Uforia's province, not sure if you've heard of us. I would like to start by offering my condolences for what happened.» he opens with. «Thank you.» I reply, appreciating his polite yet sincere tone. «I think I heard you were looking for an interview..?» «Yes, if you're willing. I understand if it's still too soon, but we... I would like to have people hear your voice, so we can get those in power to stop things like this from happening again.» I ponder in silence for a short while. «Okay... When would this be?» #