Violet Enterprises: Induction By Absol
Story by Xianyu on SoFurry
Imported from SF2 with no description provided.
**File Name: Violet Enterprises: Induction By Absol
Owner: Xianyu
File Location: **** Someone's PC**
File Type: Story:Adult:M/F:Human x Absol
Image By: DarkViolet
Keith cautiously pushed the heavy steel door open, wincing slightly at it squeaked. The saltwater of the ocean-side city of Coumarine had not been kind to the old warehouse, and rust showed in various places. It was the very picture of a dilapidated, shady meeting place.
Not for the first time, Keith started to have serious reservations about his job Interview.
Swallowing thickly, Keith lifted the hem of his shirt and cleaned his glasses, before placing them back on his nose, straightening up, and stepping inside. After a few moments, his eyes adjusted to the darkness. The first thing he saw were old shipping crates stacked against a wall, a net haphazardly thrown over one end of them, and a very, very old kettle.
Keith stumbled slightly over some unidentified piece of junk laying across the walkway. Cursing slightly to himself, he tapped his shoe against the ground a few times to regain feeling in his toe. “Hello?! Is anyone there?!" he called into the gloom of the warehouse.
“Sol!" came a non-human cry from somewhere deeper within the warehouse.
“Amber?" Keith called incredulously.
“Absol!" the cry came again, much more smug this time.
Keith put a little more energy into his movements, stepping around old crates and fishing supplies, until he suddenly came upon a cleared space.
In the middle of the clear space was Amber the Absol, a desk with a laptop on it, and a shadowy figure sitting behind the desk, hands folded in front of his chin, waiting.
“Please, take a seat," the man said in a strong Kalosian accent, making a motion towards the chair in front of the desk.
Keith looked back and forth between the man and the Absol, feeling the blood drain from his face. “O-oh fuck. Is Amber your Absol? I didn't mean to! I mean, she started it!"
“Sit. Down."
The sheer authority in the man's voice compelled Keith to sit down, and he removed his travel backpack and placed it between his feet, nervously playing with one of the straps, looking away from the shadowed figure.
“Keith Richards. Nineteen years of age. Male. Correct?" the man asked.
“I uh… yes," Keith said, swallowing thickly.
The man extended a hand, palm-up. “I presume you brought identification with you?"
“Uh… yeah," Keith said lamely, reaching down and fumbling about for his wallet, coming up with it an eon of seconds later, flipping it open and managing to produce his never-used I.D. card that proved he was a Pokemon trainer.
The man took the card, and inspected it closely, before handing it back. “All is in order, Mr Richards."
“Do I… Do I get to know your name?" Keith asked uncertainly.
“I will answer to 'Jerome'," he said, tapping a key on the laptop.
Amber straightened up, looking at the screen, and then at Keith, giving a sly smile.
Keith felt his blood run cold at the smile.
Jerome turned the laptop so that Keith could see the screen. “As you can see, we had cameras installed in the hotel room before you arrived."
“Is this some kind of fucking joke?" Keith asked quietly, his voice strangled. “I'm fucking poor. I don't have any money. If I had money I wouldn't have responded to a job interview email. You're not going to get anything by blackmailing me!" he protested, refusing to the look at the moving images on the screen.
There was a pause, as Jerome collected his thoughts and framed a response. “You misunderstand our intent, Keith. In fact…"
Jerome pushed a button on the laptop, closing the video, and then removed a high-density memory card from the reader, holding it out in his palm. “This is the only copy of the camera recordings we have. Were you to destroy it, hide it, or drop it in the ocean outside, nobody, including us, would ever be able to view the videos contained within ever again. Take it."
Cautiously, Keith lifted a hand, and then took the little memory card, holding it in his clenched fist. It felt peculiarly heavy to him, with the weight of what it contained. “Then what… what am I here for?" he asked, his voice cracking slightly. “Why did you make your pokemon… why?"
“You matched a very specific set of conditions with the psychological profiles you submitted to various job-finder networks. We felt that our email sufficed to explain what you would be doing quite adequately," Jerome explained simply.
“Those emails were like eighty-percent fucking buzzwords! The only thing I got from them was that you were looking for someone for 'facilitation of human/pokemon relationships'," Keith protested again, opening his hand and staring down at the SD card, and then back up at Amber, before looking away swiftly.
“You clearly did not understand the subtle nuances of our email," Jerome said evenly.
“Clearly not," Keith responded, chewing on his lip anxiously and looking away. “What am I here for?"
Jerome leaned forwards slightly, steepling his fingers, a slow smile spreading across his face. “We wish to purchase the film on the card that you are holding."
Keith blanched. “W-what?!"
“We wish to purch-"
“-I know what you fucking said!" Keith cut across him heatedly. “What kind of sick fucking wackjob are you? You get your pokemon to… to… and then you film it and then try to buy it off people?!"
“Are you so sheltered, boy?" Jerome asked harshly, eyes narrowing.
“To this weird shit, yes!" Keith said, rubbing his forehead with his free hand, before scratching his head in agitation. “Why the fuck do you want this?"
“To sell it, of course," Jerome stated simply. “Our editors assured us that they could make quite a compelling story from what video was captured."
“You're fucking insane," Keith stated, shaking his head and standing up, slinging his bag over his shoulder.
“Eighteen thousand," Jerome stated.
Keith froze.
“You did not mishear."
“You're joking," Keith stated flatly.
“Violet Enterprises is the biggest manufacturer of this material in the world. Do not let your surroundings fool you, young man. We are a quite sophisticated organization," Jerome explained calmly, lifting a cup and taking a sip from it.
“Then why did you… why have her basically ambush me in the hotel room?" Keith asked plaintively. “Make me fucking understand."
“It is a simple facet of acting that nothing will ever compare to the real thing. By having these things happen organically, then we are assured the very best 'acting' as it were… because it is not acting. It is the real thing. It was most genuinely your very first time with a pokemon, and it will show in the film," Jerome explained carefully. “There is quite a market recently for 'first times'. A forbidden foray into the exotic. Many of our consumers are those who are curious about these things, and naturally the first time and the journey of discovery is exciting and interesting to them."
“That's fucking retarded," Keith said between his teeth.
“Perhaps, but our methods work," Jerome said with a thin smile. “And for you to be accepted into our company, then you would, naturally, have to be comfortable 'working' with pokemon. What better way to prove this than with video evidence?"
“So you got your pokemon to ambush me in the hotel room?" Keith asked flatly.
“She is not my pokemon, but… in essence, yes," Jerome said simply.
Amber lifted a paw and gave him a lazy, smug, 'Sol'.
“This is a bit fucking much, you know," Keith stated flatly.
Jerome nodded. “We know. Your hotel room is paid for tonight. Merely return here in the morning with your decision, if you wish. Or don't. If you fail to show up, we will not pursue you. You will never see, or hear from us again."
“You guys are fucking insane," Keith said, shouldering his bag again and storming out of the warehouse.
“Sol?" Amber queried Jerome.
Jerome gave a thin smile. “He will be back. Even if he doesn't know it yet."
Keith tossed and turned in the hotel room, unable to sleep. There was a card-reader sitting on the cupboard in front of the TV, taunting him.
With a huff, he threw the blankets off, and snatched the SD card from the bedside table. He made sure the volume was entirely off before he jammed the card into the slot.
A push of a button later, and he was staring at a similar hotel room in Lumiose City. He could see the Prism tower out of the window, as well as buildings bordering the ringed city. In the video, he was sitting on the bed, watching tv. And then he paused, and got up to answer to the door.
Keith huffed, and hit the button to skip forwards a few times.
This new part of the video showed him himself and Amber.
He was balls-deep in the Absol.
Keith looked away, feeling his face burn with embarrassment, before he gazed back up at the screen, half in disgust, and half in fascination. It was so… strange to watch himself rocking back and forth inside the Absol. He could see the little moments where he had been afraid of her horn, and buried his face in the side of her neck to avoid losing an eye.
And then when she rolled over and taunted him by lifting her tail, forelegs on the bed and hindlegs planted firmly on the ground…
Keith could remember, vividly, the sensation of the Absol's tight flesh squeezing around him. After all, it had only been two days ago…
Two days previously…
On the TV, a movie about a trainer and his Poochyena-turned-Mightyena companion was just getting into the good bits, when a knock at the door disturbed Keith's viewing.
Blinking a little, he rolled off the perfectly-made bed, and stepped around it, moving to the door of the fancy hotel room and pulling it open.
“Sol," the Absol stated, lifting its head and offering him a letter clasped in its mouth.
“What?" Keith asked, staring down at the Absol, confused.
“Sol." The Absol lifted its head again, waggling the letter slightly.
“Uhhh…" Unsure, Keith reached forwards and gingerly took the letter. It was a simple letter with a heart-shaped sticker holding it closed. He opened it up carefully, and extracted the letter inside, unfolding it.
The header for the letter was for Violet Enterprises, in fancy bold print. The text of the letter simply read:
Hello
This is Amber
She will be your Pokemon for tonight
Courtesy of Violet Enterprises
Keith looked down at the Absol uncertainly. Now that the letter had been removed from her mouth, he could see that she was wearing a shiny red collar, with a single amber amulet on the front.
“Amber, huh? What… what are you here for? Are you a maid or something?" Keith asked uncertainly.
“Absol," Amber responded blankly, pushing past him and into the room without waiting for an invitation.
Keith blinked once, and let the door close as he turned around to find the Absol now on the bed.
“Sol," she stated simply.
“What in the… hell?" Keith asked, confused. “Why are you in my room? I didn't ask for a pokemon."
“Sol," Amber responded with a clear shrug of her shoulders.
Keith frowned at her. “Well. Uh… okay, then." He scratched his head slightly, confused. Were they trying to see if he got along with pokemon well?
With a shrug of his shoulders, Keith crawled back up onto the bed, scrunching up slightly to fit on there with the Absol sprawled across the middle of it. The movie had progressed, showing the trainer and his Mightyena trapped outside on a snowy night, huddling up close for warmth in front of a tiny fire.
Amber regarded the screen with a tilt of her head, and then wiggled back against him slightly, arching her back into his chest.
Keith 'oofed' slightly in surprise, finding himself rolled slightly into the form of the pokemon, automatically being forced to spoon with her as she pushed back against him. “What are you doing?"
“Ab." Amber glowered over her shoulder at him, wiggling slightly to get comfortable.
“Pushy, huh?" Keith asked, scowling slightly to himself as he awkwardly tried to get comfortable again.
“Sol." Amber wiggled a little bit more, before rolling slightly and grasping his wrist between her jaws, dragging his arm over her middle and then releasing it. “Ab. Sol."
“Fine, fine, geeze," Keith responded, lightly squeezing Amber's middle with his arm. Her fur was remarkably soft and fluffy, with a hint of powerful muscles underneath.
“Sooool…" Amber crooned, happily spreading out against him, resting her chin on a paw as she gazed up at the tv screen.
The pokemon and trainer had moved close against each other for warmth, and were sharing what would have been an intimate embrace, were it two humans.
“Sol," Amber smirked, giving a sly motion of her head towards the screen and wiggling back against him lazily.
Keith squinted at the Absol suspiciously for a moment, laying a hand on her shoulder and feeling the soft fur under his fingertips. “You're a sly one, aren't you?"
Amber nodded innocently in response, and then rolled over to face him properly. “Sol," she stated, leaning in and licking his nose once.
Keith scrunched up his face at the unexpected lick, trying to tilt his head away from it. Amber's tongue, like the rest of what was visible of her beneath all the fur, was a deep blue. “G-gah! What're you doing?!"
“Sol," Amber stated, leaning in and licking his cheek with an innocent little nudge of her nose against his face. “Sol. Ab."
Keith harrumped faintly at that, face screwing up slightly but not making any real effort to stop the Absol.
Amber peered at him for a long moment, and then gave the most languid of lazy stretches, paws grazing down his form, before retractable claws dug into his pants. The wickedly sharp claws grazed his skin, but cut a clean swath through his pants with a very audible ripping sound.
Jerking backwards in surprise, Keith drew his hip away from the Absol and away from the claws that were so close to his vulnerable flesh. “A-Amber, what the fuck?!"
“Sooool," Amber said with a note of apology in her tone, though it hardly sounded entirely sincere.
“Really?!" Keith growled, rolling onto his back and glancing down. He covered himself with his hands as he quite literally flopped out of his torn pants. There was a huge gash in them completely baring 'himself' to the cooler air of the room. “These were proper expensive pants!"
“Soool," Amber repeated with a shrug in her tone, giving another lazy stretch.
Keith snorted, rolling over and grabbing the open flaps of his pants to try and hold them closed, moving to open his bag and retrieve a new pair of pants.
Amber was on him in a minute, pinning his shoulders down with her surprisingly powerful forepaws, grasping him tightly.
Staring up at her, Keith narrowed his eyes slowly. “What are you doing?"
“Absol," Amber stated, staring down at him, mischief dancing in her red eyes. She tilted her head slightly, and then arched her back, peering down between their bodies to where his pants had gained a new entry point, a smirk playing across her muzzle. She turned to peer back up at him, giving a questioning, teasing little 'soool?'
Keith tried to lift his shoulders, but he was firmly pinned. Maybe someone stronger could have wiggled free, but he was quite trapped under the powerful pokemon. His eyes narrowed further, and he scowled slightly. “What. Are. You. Doing."
“Sol," Amber stated simply, placing her powerful forepaw on his chest as she carefully sank down his body.
Wheezing slightly with the pressure on his chest, Keith tilted his head down to watch her, squirming impotently. “What, never seen one before?" he huffed helplessly, trying to lift a knee up to push the Absol to the side.
Amber scowled, gaze lifting to his face with a single sharp 'Sol!', her free forepaw pushing his knee back down forcefully into the bed.
Keith cringed with the weight on his knee, and then held up his hands placatingly. “Wow, calm the fuck down," he grimaced. “You can look, fine. Just ease up!"
“Sol," Amber said smugly, lifting her weight from his knee and then returning to her examination.
Keith gasped and curled helplessly as her slightly moist nose pushed right up against his nuts, his hands automatically finding her cheek and her horn.
Amber snarled at him, and Keith immediately released her horn and cheek, awkwardly laying his hands on his stomach. “F-fuck…"
“Sol…" Amber purred, almost condescendingly, as though telling him 'good boy', before returning her attention to his balls.
Keith gasped, biting his tongue as soft Absol muzzle and nose pushed his testicles about, before moving up to his soft cock and snuffling and nudging it back and forth. He bit down on his tongue harder, toes digging into the covers tightly.
Amber rumbled softly in the back of her throat, paws relaxing on him, no longer actively holding him down. A single glance of a velvety soft tongue lapped up the length of his soft flesh, before she withdrew entirely, giving him a sly grin.
“You done?" Keith asked, self-consciously reaching down to close the rip in his pants.
The Absol stared at him, and then shook her head with the most naughty of smirks crossing her features. With light movements, she clambered up higher on his form, and then swiveled and bounced around until she was facing away from him, hindpaws carefully settling into place on either side of his shoulders. Grinning back at him over her shoulder, Amber lowered her chest, and lifted her rump slightly, hindlegs straightening and that long, blade-like tail lifting up and away.
Keith stared, eyes wide, feeling his throat constrict slightly and his mouth go dry. The soft white fur that covered Amber's body had a break in it, right where his eyes were naturally drawn. In between the fluff was a pair of perfect, plump lips, the same blue as the rest of her body. Between them, he could the faintest hint of a lighter blue and a definite sheen of moisture.
Swallowing thickly, with his heart beating somewhere in his throat, he realised what he was staring at and looked away with a faint shudder and a thick swallow. “T-that's… t-that's uh… v-very nice…" he managed to squeak.
“Sol," Amber agreed, lightly stretching in front of him, giving her rump an enticing wiggle. One of her forepaws slipped back, and lightly grabbed at her rump, spreading herself slightly for him.
Keith's attention was drawn back to her, or more specifically the hint of blue that was growing more pronounced as she spread herself for him. The pulse in his throat was quickly arriving at another part of his body, and he manually closed his mouth, realising it was still slightly open.
“Sol?" Amber asked sweetly, returning her paw to the bed to maintain her balance as the other paw slipped back to push right up between her legs and lightly stroke back and forth over the top of that enticing blue cunt.
“Fuck…" Keith whispered, staring at the display being put on for him.
Amber gave a breathy moan, arching her back further, tail giving a slow twitch back and forth above his head as she lightly rubbed at her clit.
Keith bit his tongue, and then lifted his hands, lightly grasping Amber's sleek hips, tentatively resting palms on her rump.
“Aaaabsol…" Amber purred, dropping her paw with a mischievous grin.
Keith stared up at the exposed blue pussy in front of his nose, swallowing thickly before reaching in with both thumbs to lightly touch at the soft, pliable edges and gently peel her apart.
“Sol?" Amber asked slyly, arching her rump higher as the softer blue of slick Absol cuntflesh was revealed to his gaze.
Swallowing thickly, Keith wrenched his eyes away from the soft flesh he was spreading, dropping his hands and then wiggling out from underneath the Absol. “I-I need to get changed," he mumbled, holding his pants closed as he hobbled towards the bathroom.
“Sol!" Amber retorted, snorting once and then dropping her rump, glowering at him.
Keith slammed the bathroom door shut behind him, and then leaned heavily against the wall, staring at the opposite wall in a half-daze. His torn pants had fallen open, and his erection was throbbing violently in the cool air of the bathroom. He barely even noticed.
The image of Amber's spread cunt was emblazoned on his mind, inescapable.
“Aaabsol?" came the teasy question from the other side of the door, along with the soft scratch of pawpads against the other side.
“O-one minute…" Keith managed to stutter, running his hands through his hair distractedly.
Was he seriously considering fucking a pokemon?
Keith tried to run over his options in his mind. He could rub one out right there and then. Just get rid of the temptation entirely. But the problem with that was that there was a willing Absol right on the other side of the bathroom door just wanting him…
Or he could step out the door and fuck Amber into the floor.
“Sol!" Amber yipped eagerly as the bathroom door clicked and then slowly swung open.
“Fuck…" Keith said, biting his bottom lip as he stared down at Amber. “How… how are we g-... g…"
Keith's words died in his throat as Amber smirked up at him and then opened her muzzle slowly, blue tongue poking out between her fangs as she tilted her head back expectantly. Waiting. His cock gave an almost urgent throb as he recognized what the Absol was doing. She was 'presenting' her muzzle for him, as though she were expectantly waiting for an imminent load of his cum.
“A-Amber… fuck…" Keith mumbled incoherently, resisting the urge to just find his cock and shove it into her muzzle. “You can't be s-serious..."
“Absol!" Amber chirped, grinning up at him, her tail slowly sweeping back and forth as she extended her tongue and wiggled it expectantly.
Keith bit his bottom lip again, before he nervously reached down to his torn pants and parted the ripped halves of them, allowing his achingly hard cock to spring free. He stared down at Amber, gazing in at that slick, presented tongue, just inches from his throbbing length. With a shudder, he leaned forwards slightly, holding his breath as he let his tip touch the Absol's tongue.
Amber just about swallowed him whole.
One moment, Keith was gently touching the tip of his cock to her tongue, and the next, he was receiving the most incredible, intense, mind-blowing blowjob ever.
As soon as she felt Keith's tip on her tongue, Amber rose up and shoved her muzzle over him, sinking him into her open mouth and then closing it on him, her lips almost touching his base and the fleshy head of his cock immediately bound on all sides by the Absol's soft blue muzzleflesh. Her silky tongue ground up along his underside, gently gyrating against him as she closed her lips over him and started to suckle eagerly. And then, she started to bob.
Amber rocked back, and then shoved forwards, only to rock backwards again, her muzzle working up and down on Keith's stiff, aching cock with eager bobs of her head. Her eyes were closed, focused on her work as she powerfully moved up and down on him, tongue grinding along his underside with deliberate pressure, pushing him against the soft ridges along the roof of her mouth.
Keith gasped and quivered, knees going weak and hands automatically finding the Absol's cheeks, fumbling against her horn as he tried to keep his balance.
With an eager growl, Amber started to bob harder and faster, wasting no time in expertly sucking him off, bobbing and rocking, drawing all the way back to his tip and opening her muzzle wide with a lewd smirk up at him, eager blue tongue giving a heated, wanton flurry of licks against his tip before she dove back down on him.
“O-Oh f-fuck A-Arceus!" Keith managed to gasp out, hunching over Amber on reflex, his hips rocking back and forth helplessly as the Absol worked him over so perfectly. “S-stop! I'm gonna… g-gonna… f-fuck!"
Amber rumbled deeply, adding another layer of stimulation, vibrating the cock in her muzzle as she worked him in earnest, tilting her head to one side, and then the other, varying the soft, suckling pressure around his cock. The throbbing rose to a fever-pitch, and she felt the entire length start to spasm and tense in warning.
Keith gasped as Amber pulled back entirely, leaving him jerking and twitching in front of her nose. “W-what the fuck?!" he almost snarled, denied his orgasm at the last second. Just one more suck… just one more lick! That would be all it took!
Amber smiled up at him sweetly, and then tilted her head back, opening her muzzle again and expectantly poking her tongue out, a hot exhalation washing over the tip of his cock.
Swallowing thickly, Keith stared down at her, and then grunted slightly as he grasped his cock and leaned over the Absol further, starting to stroke himself off swiftly. In mere seconds, he was coming, jerking and throbbing wildly in his own grasp, before hot gushes of his cum started to spill from his tip.
Immediately, Amber's tongue was coated with a splatter of white human cum, followed by a line of the gooey mess spilling up over her cheek and then over her nose. She moved her head slightly, opening her mouth further to try and catch more of Keith's spunk, the thick white mess rapidly pumping over her tongue and pooling in the back of her throat.
Soft lips and an even softer tongue found the end of his cock, and Keith gasped as Amber started to suckle sweetly at him again mid-orgasm, his back arching and hips bucking as he pumped gush after gush of his eager spunk right against the back of her throat.
Amber groaned around him wantonly, swallowing in earnest, staring up at him as she swallowed down his load, her dark face coated in vibrant white splashes of his spunk.
With a low purr, she pulled back entirely, swallowing thickly and then giving sweet little licks to the tip of Keith's spent cock.
Keith gave a low groan, exhaling the breath he didn't even know he'd been holding, staring down at the amorous Absol with a hazy moan.
He had blown his load all over a pokemon's face and in her mouth.
Keith staggered over to the bed and sat down on it heavily, panting faintly and staring at the Absol, giving a hazy sigh of contentedness.
“Absol?" Amber asked with a smirk, licking her lips and then sauntering up onto the bed with him. A low purr was resonating deep in her narrow chest, and she pushed against his chest firmly, pressing him down onto his back so she could snuggle up against him.
Keith laid an arm over the Absol, and tentatively wiggled in against her, laying against her form. “Where did you… learn all of that?"
Amber rolled her eyes slightly at his quest, and then rolled over onto her other side, pushing her back into his chest with a lazy little wiggle. “Sol," she stated.
Wiggling in against her back, Keith laid his arm back over her, gently stroking down the length of her smooth, white-furred body. “You are such a sexy pokemon…" he murmured, resting his palm on her haunch.
“Sol!" Amber smirked, wiggling her hips slightly, looking at him over her shoulder lazily.
On the screen, the trainer and the Mightyena had moved on, and were in the middle of an exciting battle. Keith watched the screen for a few moments, lightly stroking down the length of Amber's body with mechanical motions.
Amber wiggled happily against him, stretching out lazily and peering at the screen, vaguely paying attention to it.
Was this was what it was like to own a pokemon?
Keith turned his attention back to the Absol, finding her far more interesting than the movie for the moment, slipping his hands down her body until he could gently grasp her haunch. He lifted her hindleg slightly, slipping down her body and then pushing his other palm up between her hindlegs, lightly grinding his palm in against that warm blue cunny.
Amber gave the softest of hisses and curled slightly to peer at him, lifting her hindleg further and rolling slightly onto her back.
Curling further, Keith slipped his free hand in against Amber's inner thighs, lightly spreading that glistening blue Absol cunny, watching with interest as he started to sink his index finger into her.
Soft blue flesh squeezed and clenched around his fingertip as it sank inside, closing down around the invading digit and almost suckling at it slowly.
Keith swallowed thickly, and immediately added a second finger, tilting the Absol's hips slightly with his grasp on her haunch, beginning to firmly rock the twin digits in and out of the slick cunny.
Amber gave the softest of huffs, and then a faint whine, cheeks colouring and hips arching, rolling lightly back towards his motions, a faint trickle of her liquids starting to drool from around the embedded digits.
“Cum for me," Keith said with a sly little grin spreading across his muzzle, slipping his free hand down to rub fingertips firmly against her clit, rubbing at it lightly.
Amber bit her bottom lip and arched, giving a little quiver and convulsing slightly against him, her breathing starting to hitch. “S-sol!"
“Be a good pokemon… cum for me," Keith urged further, starting to drive his fingers into the clenching, squeezing cunt, gently curling his fingers to work against her inner walls.
A faint yip left the Absol, followed by a surprisingly powerful snarl as she arched against him, hips jerking and rocking and that spasming cunt squeezing down around him all the more intently, clenching and suckling at his twin digits almost urgently.
“Good girl," Keith cooed, wiggling up against her and withdrawing his fingers. A slick sheen of the Absol's moisture was visible on his fingers, but he ignored it, instead grabbing her hindleg and rolling her properly over onto her back, shifting onto his knees against her. With a slight grunt, he manage to widen the tear in his pants entirely, clumsily tossing them aside when he finally got them off entirely, revealing that he was hard again.
Amber stared at him, looking up at his face, and then down at his stiff cock, a sly little grin spreading across her muzzle. “Sol?" she asked innocently.
Keith bit his tongue, and then slipped his hands down to grasp the Absol's hips, pulling them closer to him. He throbbed as the slick blue cunt brushed against the underside of his eager cock, and his breathing intensified rapidly. He pulled her hips upwards, and the willing Absol spread her thighs a little further, smirking up at him sweetly.
With a shudder, Keith slid his hips back, slipping a thumb in to help spread that tight blue cunt for his eager tip to slide in against. The sensation of soft, supple flesh against his cock made him gasp slightly, and he felt his knees go a little weak.
Amber stared up at him coquettishly, lightly rolling her hips to grate that soft, squeezing flesh against his tip, teasing him with the light motions. “Sol?" she smirked, hooking one of her hindlegs around him and tugging lightly.
Keith sank an inch into the tight, soft Absol cunt, and with an automatic heave of his hips, he buried in her to the very hilt.
Warm, gripping wetness clenched all around him, squeezing on him with reflexive little quivers.
With a low whimper of delight, he collapsed atop Amber, panting hard against her neck. He was vaguely aware of her horn jabbing him in the temple, and he moved his head slightly to the side, panting hard into the soft fur of her neck, teeth baring as she clenched around him.
“F-fuck!" Keith snarled, gathering his knees under himself just enough to start pistoning in and out of the gripping Absol cunt.
Amber cried out in delight, her back arching further and hips lightly rocking towards him, while powerful forepaws wrapped around his middle, squeezing and holding him against her much in the same way that the supple blue flesh of her perfect pussy was squeezing around him in an infinitely more intimate fashion.
Shuddered all over, Keith adjusted his stance, and started to drive deep inside Amber over and over again, rocking her entire body back and forth, pushing her down into the bed with the weight of his hips. He buried himself in the hilt in her each time, sliding deep inside until he could feel the drooling moisture of her eagerness dribbling down the front of his balls.
“F-fuck, Amber," Keith gasped against her neck, slowing his motions slightly and rocking into her with a steady, eager motion. “I-I'm… I'm not gonna last long like this. Do you… Do you want me to… inside?" He asked, even as he continued to fuck the willing Absol.
“Sol!" Amber hissed, paws clenching at his chest, before pushing him, forcefully, off of her.
Keith stumbled backwards, falling heavily against the mini-fridge on the counter and then putting a hand on it to steady himself, blinking at the Absol. “I guess that's a 'no'," he said, pursing his lips.
Amber smirked at him, rolling over onto all fours and giving a lazy, languid stretch, a naughty smile on her muzzle the entire time. She prowled around, gracefully stepping off the bed and nudging her nose against Keith's stiff cock, wet with her liquids. Blue tongue gave a lazy swipe along him, followed by her shoulder, and then her side and haunches, teasing him with a long body-length stroke, before she turned and headed back towards the bed. Forepaws found the edge of the bed, and then she paused, arching her back and lifting her rump, laying her long tail aside and looking back over her shoulder at him with a seductive stare. “Ab… Absol."
Watching all of this, Keith narrowed his eyes at Amber, taking a step forwards, a hand lifting to lightly stroke along the length of her tail. “I am going to fuck you so hard…" he murmured, shaking his head down at her.
Amber giggled, lifting her rump a shade higher, spreading her hindlegs a fraction more.
Keith growled in the back of his throat, grasping the Absol's hips in both hands and then slamming himself inside her, grunting faintly at the heated sensation of slick Absol flesh squeezing down around him again.
Pausing there, Keith stopped for a few moments to savour the sensations, feeling Amber throbbing and clenching around his twitching cock, squeezing him and coating him with her ample liquids. “Tight…" he panted, lightly stroking a palm down her shoulders and across her side. “Such a fucking sexy pokemon."
Amber looked back over her shoulder at him, rolling her hips teasingly. With a growl, he pressed his weight down on her harder, pushing her hips against the bed and forcing her to hold still. She gave him a long stare, arching an eyebrow.
“I'm in control now," Keith murmured, wrapping his arms around her midsection and leaning over her further, kissing lightly at the side of her neck. “Mine," he growled into her fur, adding mentally: At least for now.
Amberr shivered slightly at his possessive tone, but submitted to his terms, resting her chin on crossed forepaws, keeping her rump pressed back against him attentively.
With a heated, eager groan, Keith drew back and then drove into the Absol, starting to fuck her with lustful, intent motions. There was no savouring the moment now. He was just claiming her, cramming every inch of himself deep inside her and fucking her hard and fast.
Eyes widening as Keith went to work, Amber bit down lightly on her forepaw to stifle a howl, her entire form tensing in delight and a renewed trickle of her liquids starting to drool down her inner thighs.
Keith growled lustfully, putting more power into his motions, forcing Amber's hips down against the bed as he fucked her relentlessly, his hips bumping against her own forcefully as he tried to cram just a few more millimetres of his flesh into the eagerly-accepting blue cunt.
Paws grasping at the bed and tearing holes in the sheets, Amber quivered and jerked, tongue hanging free of her muzzle and a dazed expression crossing her muzzle as a slick gush of her liquids drooled from around the human's thrusting cock, coating him in her liquids once more.
Leaning over Amber's prone form further, Keith started to fuck her urgently, fucking the Absol senseless with eager motions, hilting inside her with each firm hump, his motions starting to get jerky and erratic as he neared his finish.
Amber bit down on her tongue, and arched her rump a little higher, hindlegs tensing and that tight cunt squeezing down around him wantonly, clenching and milking around him, coaxing him amid her rolling waves of orgasmic delight.
Keith buried his face in her neck, teeth baring and eyes clenching closed as his motions drew to a close, burying himself balls-deep in the clenching blue cunt as he started to unload. Burst after burst of eager human spunk pumped deep inside Amber's clenching tunnel, splashing over her inner walls. He continued to hump jerkily as he came, grunting against her neck and gasping breathlessly. Even though her hips were tilted up, his gooey spunk started to drool immediately from Amber's spread blue cunt, gushing in fitful bursts down over her clit and spilling to the floor between her spread legs.
Groaning heavily, Keith collapsed atop Amber, too spent to even move. Too tired to even slide himself out of her, even if her slow squeezes and the coaxing clenches of that sweet cunt were torturous on his spent cock.
“Oh f-fuck…" he groaned against her neck, tilting his head to the side to take a deep, gasping breath of fresh air, panting hotly.
“S-sol…" Amber agreed, giving a wearing shudder and slowly relaxing her hindlegs, causing Keith's spent cock to slip out of her, followed by a sticky rush of their mingled cum.
Present Day
Keith closed the video, his blood pumping, beating hard in his chest and in another certain area. He didn't need to see the rest of the video. Whether or not they had recorded the next day, when he was woken up with Amber's head in his lap and his cock in her mouth; or if they'd caught the bit of him 'cleaning' her in the showers by fucking her into the shower wall, it hardly mattered.
They wanted to pay him for fucking a pokemon.
Jerome looked up as he heard the door opening, and he pressed a button his laptop, causing the window on the screen to shrink down to the task bar. He then steepled his fingers, waiting.
“Sol?" Amber asked, lazily lifting her head from her paws and working her muzzle sleepily.
Keith stalked up to the desk, and tossed his bag down in front of the desk, seating himself in the chair and glowering at Jerome. “I tossed it in the ocean."
“And yet you are here," Jerome stated.
“I… I don't know. I could maybe do this. But I can't do it while being spied on!" Keith stated flatly, slamming his fist down on the counter.
“Sol!" Amber rebuked, rising to her paws and scowling at him.
Jerome lowered his hands, giving Keith a long stare. “Your anger is justified, I suppose. We could have perhaps not recorded it… but then we would not be covered, legally or financially. It is quite an expenditure to transport people here and there, you know."
“You 'transported' me here to have a pokemon screw me so you could record it," Keith stated flatly. “You're damn right I have a right to be angry. And no heads-up, just 'hey, you know that pokemon that seduced you last night? We recorded it. We want to sell it'."
“It is unfortunately the only way to manufacture the ambience we need," Jerome responded emotionlessly. “The only other way is to offer a pokemon to someone who outright wants them, and we have found such a thing to be… distasteful in the past."
“I'm still pretty pissed off," Keith stated, crossing his arms and glowering at Jerome.
Jerome waved a hand dismissively. “Then it is over. You have destroyed the evidence of what happened, and it shall live on only in your memories, and dare I say your fantasies?"
Keith glowered.
Amber gave a smug little 'Ab. Sol.'
“...I didn't say I'm not interested in this," Keith said quietly. “I said I don't like being spied on."
“Our psychological profile is very accurate," Jerome said with a thin-lipped smile.
“Yeah, whatever. I'm a sick fuck. Whatever. You wouldn't go to all this trouble to get me in here for one…" Keith trailed off, looking for the word.
“Episode," Jerome offered with a slight nod. “Indeed, it would be a tremendous effort for very little pay-off."
“So what would have happened if I gave you the card?"
Jerome steepled his fingers again. “Hypothetically, we would have paid you all of your dues, immediately. A wire-transfer is already standing by needing only your banking information and the product. It would be edited together and released within the week. Hypothetically, you would be offered a hand in the editing, as it is your visage going out in the videos."
“And then?" Keith pressed.
“And then we would offer you a position at our company," Jerome stated simply.
Keith leaned forwards slightly. “And what would that 'position' entail?"
“Training in theatrics, travelling to remote corners of the world and engaging in sexual intercouse with a very wide range of pokemon," Jerome answered calmly.
Keith frowned deeply at that. “See… that's the thing. I don't feel like I'd have much of a… choice there. Hypothetically."
“No, you would not. You would go where we tell you, and fuck what we tell you to. There are, of course, preference sheets, which we try our very best not to stray from except in the most dire of circumstances. And anything not on your preference sheet would be met with a substantial increase in pay for that 'episode'," Jerome explained carefully.
“There is absolutely no damn way I would ever do anything with something that has a dick." Keith stated bluntly. “And if you tried to make me, I'd find you and strangle you."
“I believe you would try," Jerome said with a thoughtful nod. “All of our actors, human and pokemon alike, have a black sheet of things they will never be involved in, or considered for. You can rest assured that things on your black sheet would never happen."
“Hypothetically," Keith added.
“Hypothetically," Jerome agreed.
“And how would I even get paid? I just go there, screw the pokemon, get paid, the end? On to the next?" Keith asked, leaning back in his seat slightly, beginning to tap his foot.
“You would be paid on a weekly basis against your next contract payment," Jerome explained. “This way, you are not bereft of funds while waiting for your next 'job'. To be perfectly honest, with many of our actors, they never want for money. Your accommodation and transport will be paid for by Violet Enterprises."
Keith frowned deeply. “And all I'd have to do to get this job is… just… give you the video?"
“The video that you threw in the ocean? Yes," Jerome said with a knowing smile.
Keith squinted at the man, and then snorted once. “And if I don't… if I want to leave, I can?"
“You can cancel your contract at any time."
Keith reached into his jacket, to his breast pocket, and withdrew a square of paper, unfolding it to reveal the little SD card he had been given the previous afternoon.
“Our psychological profiles are very accurate," Jerome said with quiet satisfaction.
“Fine, take it," Keith said, holding out the card, but then pausing. “Is this even legal?"
“One could argue to a court that your actions were taken under duress and that you were not aware of the recording and therefore it would violate anti-wiretapping legislation. But considering that you were quite… 'active' in the proceedings and you are in possession of the only copy of the recording, it would be a hard case to win," Jerome said bluntly.
Keith snorted once. “I meant…" he made a motion with a hand. “With pokemon! And recording it and selling it."
Jerome arched an eyebrow. “Although it is well-known that pokemon and trainers engage in sexual relations with startling regularity, it is seen as distasteful by many. In certain regions of the world, the sale or, in the most harsh of places, the possession of this material is in questionable legal grounds. For instance, Kanto has a law that prohibits the production, sale, or purchase of so called 'pokephilia' material containing real-life pokemon or people. With the advent of the internet and digital goods, we can circumvent this legislation."
“That's a bit bloody hazy, legally," Keith said, pulling his hand back slightly.
“As you are not producing, selling in person, or purchasing pokephilia content in Kanto, no laws are being broken by you," Jerome said with a long-suffering note in his voice.
“So I'm not going to go to jail if somebody recognizes me?" Keith asked warily.
Jerome shook his head carefully. “That has never happened to any of our actors and we do not foresee it ever happening."
“Well… shit," Keith said, holding the card for a few seconds longer, before letting it drop to the counter with a certain heavy finality. “I'm in."
“Sol!" Amber said with a note of pleased smugness in her tone.
Jerome gave a thin smile.
“Welcome to Violet Enterprises, Keith."