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Evening express trains are always quiet, but this one was quieter than most. Monday night, coming back from a bland town to a boring city, with little to speak of at either end of the trip... it all added up to us having most of a coach to ourselves.

I looked up and down the empty seats. A young lady was snoring quietly several rows ahead on the other side, oblivious of the Pidgeotto napping on her head. The Machoke next to her looked kind of incongruous with headphones on and a phone in its hand. Behind us, I saw a Girafarig blinking owlishly out the windows at the moonlit countryside. I assumed a trainer was there as well, but I couldn't see them.

Across from me, on the other side of the little table between the seats, Carmen, my Sylveon, was also watching the world go by. Her ribbons would occasionally swish back and forth as she stared out the window, but otherwise she was behaving like a model Eveelution - polite, quiet, and - surprisingly - not trying to get me riled up.

We were heading back from watching our roommates Grace and Terry compete in a regional second-tier early-evo league competition. They had done pretty well, finishing fourth and seventh overall in a field of 32, earning some points to move up in the standings. Enough finishes like that and it was possible one - or both - of them might get promoted to a regional tournament. Neither of them were quitting their day jobs, of course, but it was certainly a dream.

Carmen and I weren't competing - at least not yet. We were the cheering section, in the stands doing all we could to fire up the crowd and keep our friends going. I like to think it helped, just a bit. And, maybe one day when I've got more spare time, I can get some tips and get my silly Sylveon into competition shape.

For the moment, though, the rest of the crew was spending an extra night to have a few drinks and head back in the morning. I had stuck around for dinner, and our partner Pokemon - Grace's Growlithe and Terry's Machop, who tend to be out of their Pokeballs most of the time, compared to the rest of their competition teams - had dragged Carmen off to run around a park for a while and burn off steam.

I had my suspicions about how they were burning off steam, to be honest; all three had returned out of breath and looking pleased with themselves, but there was definitely some indication of mussed fur here and there that made me wonder if they had been enjoying something a little more carnal than just playing on the swings.

Carmen's current state made me more suspicious.

Since we had come to a mutually beneficial agreement - after she had teased me one too many times and I screwed her into a quivering heap of Pokegoo - her attitude had changed, somewhat. My Sylveon was definitely being less naughty, not sticking her ribbons in my shorts in public or being deliberately arousing as much as before. If she knew the roomies were out, yes, sometimes I'd wind up getting wound up and we wouldn't get past the sofa. But, being that we were both comfortable with sex, it happened more frequently in my - now our - room before bed, or in the morning. I think she felt pretty good about our little system, and didn't see the need to be as naughty in public.

Watching her watch the world go by made me smile. She noticed, and turned towards me with an inquisitive "Vee?"

"Nothing, Carmen. Just relaxed and feeling pretty chill. You doing okay?"

The Sylveon nodded, her ribbons swaying gently in a relaxed manner. "Sylll."

"Good stuff. Hey, after work tomorrow, want to see if we can get you in for a spa day? You haven't had a trim in a while."

Her ears perked. "Vee veon!"

"I thought you'd like that. Okay, I'll set it up."

"Syl!" Carmen stretched a ribbon out across the table and patted my cheek. "Vee."

I grinned. "Love you too."

She settled back into her seat and turned to look out the window again, smiling, and occasionally darting a glance at me. Uh-oh, I thought, that's a tell - she's planning something.

Suddenly, she hopped to her feet, stretched broadly, and stepped into the empty aisle. "Vee sylvee." Her ribbons gestured down the carriage.

"Oh, need the bathroom?" I stood up as well. "You can't work the buttons on these trains, can you?"

Carmen shook her head with a little grumble. It was a common problem - some doors were designed for fingers, not soft-furred ribbony appendages.

I followed her down the aisle to the car's centre. The train companies knew their audience, and with the proliferation of Pokemon walking with their trainers rather than riding in their balls, someone had come up with the idea of multiple restrooms on the trains. One was a standard toilet for us human types, another was accessible for anyone who needed more room.

The one we entered - and why this one didn't have a universal opening mechanism, I don't know, but nobody's perfect, I guess - was bigger and more complex than the others, with two stalls. One was a regular toilet, but the other was bigger, to accommodate larger Pokemon where needed, and the plumbing was intricate, to say the least, with sliding panels, and spots to stand, and various other accoutrements. It was a smart idea, and the first train company to incorporate it had boomed thanks to the trainer traffic.

Carmen ducked into the big stall, while I made my way to the smaller. I was already at the sink washing my hands when the other door opened, and a playful nose pressed up between my thighs to nuzzle at my ball sack. I jumped and looked down at the end of the muzzle peeking out, then turned and eyed my smirking Sylveon. "Oh, I see. Didn't have enough with the others, huh?"

Her ribbons curled up to start working on my zipper - she was quite deft when she needed to be - and her head shook back and forth, deliberately, while holding my gaze. "Syl."

I shook my head. "Can't wait till we get home and have the house to ourselves?"

"Veon." That was a firm 'no' if I'd ever heard one. I thought about it a moment, then shrugged and helped her with the button. My slacks slid down, and a moment later my boxers did too. Carmen gave a soft little purr and leaned up just a bit to lick along the length of my growing cock. I shuddered.

"Just oral for now," I murmured. "Train's not busy, but that doesn't mean we should get caught."

Carmen rolled her eyes, two ribbons slowly curling around the base of my arousal, but nodded grudging agreement. I groaned gently at the warmth of her mouth sliding around my cocktip, and pressed forward into that caress. "Good girl."

Her tongue curled around me and she started to bob, reddening around the cheeks. I had discovered that "good girl" in the context of sex got Carmen just that much more wound up, and used it to my advantage when I could. Right now, though, she was definitely into what she was doing.

That warm, soft, stubby muzzle slipped back and forth along my shaft, tongue swirling and flicking, lapping away dribbles of precum as they spat from the tip. I leaned back against the wash basin and watched, smiling at the obvious pleasure my Sylveon was getting from sucking me off.

Her efforts were definitely paying off, and I felt the pleasure building towards a release, but I figured we could manage a few minutes more without being busted, so I tapped her on the head. "Hey. Hold up a sec."

Carmen pulled off and looked at me quizzically. I moved to where I could sit on the closed toilet lid, and motioned her closer. The Sylveon moved in and engulfed my erection again, taking it to the root. I grunted with pleasure, and rested one hand on her head, stroking the fur there. The other, I ran down her body. Tugging gently, I turned her so that I could get my fingers under her tail, where I found that sweet little pussy of hers wet and eager. She jumped at the first caress along her labia, and shuddered at the pressure that sank one, then two fingers between her sex lips and up to the second knuckle inside her tight folds.

We got serious about things at that point. Carmen took me as deep as she could on each stroke, working her tongue against my cocktip with growing eagerness, even as her movements became more erratic thanks to my fingers pumping in and out of her wet channel, angled just right so that I could stroke her clit along the way.

It didn't take long to push me all the way. I groaned and managed to mutter "Gonna cum... how do you want it?" to the eagerly sucking Sylveon. She pondered for just a second, then sank her nose into my pubic hair, shoving the tip of my cock into her throat. That tight, pulsating grasp was more than enough to finish me off, and with a grunt of pleasure I erupted. Spurt after spurt of thick seed fountained straight down Carmen's throat as I came for what seemed a lifetime. She took the whole thing, panting and shuddering against me until I relaxed, then slowly drawing back, little ribbons of drool trailing from her muzzle.

"Good girl," I panted, focusing back on what I was doing with my fingers - stuffing them deep into her. I stroked my thumb along her lips, gathering fluids on it, shifted my angle, and added it to the mix pressing against the Sylveon's tight anal bud. Her tail shot up, her ribbons went stiff, and she buried a "Vee!" of pleasure into my belly as that pressure pushed her into a quivering orgasm. I held her tight, stroking slowly, until the rippling of her vaginal walls slowed and ceased - and then as she got her breath did it again, grinding fingers against her clit and sinking my thumb through that ring. Carmen gasped as another wave of pleasure rolled over her, twitching and shuddering against me until the orgasm trailed off and I released her.

She looked up at me unsteadily and stuck her tongue out. "Vee," she muttered breathlessly.

"Hey, I know you cum really hard right after the first one, I figured you deserved it."

A ribbon swatted me on the cheek, playfully. Carmen raised herself back to her feet and gave me a smug look, then slipped back into the Pokemon stall - I assume something in there is for cleanup, and she definitely needed it.

I was just finishing up my own cleaning and Carmen stepping back out when there was a firm rap on the door. "Oops," I muttered, motioning the Sylveon to act casual as I hit the open button.

Outside was the Machoke I had seen earlier, headphones around its neck and a look of indifferent impatience on its face. Carmen waved a ribbon as she trotted past, and I nodded politely. It returned the nod, then paused. I saw its nose twitch twice, and recognition dawned in its eyes. Apparently the ventilation wasn't enough to get rid of certain scents.

I shrugged apologetically. The big fighting-type regarded me for a moment, then looked up the aisle at Carmen, and gave me a slight grin and thumbs-up before ducking into the bathroom.

Well. Proof once again that Pokemon are less uptight than their human counterparts.

I got back to our seats and settled in, and this time Carmen hopped across to settle in my lap, humming quiet satisfaction. I stroked her soft back fur. She curled a ribbon around my wrist affectionately.

"Been a good weekend, huh?"

She chirped a quiet affirmation.

"Know what the best part is?"

"Vee syl?"

"We still got the house to ourselves when we get home."

Carmen lifted her head and looked up, then grinned.