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Will loses control, gains a new "friend," makes an oath, and Salem puts his foot down. This chapter will scare some of you, be forewarned. But things will lighten up...in time. Boy this one is gonna lose me some fans...Oh well.

Human X Garchomp

Tried to put some advice I got to good use, but I'm still not entirely satisfied with sex scene. I'll have to again on the next scene, if there is one...what do I mean? Dohohohoohoo, you'll find out soon enough.

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Side note: A lot more people have been contacting me recently. I don't mind, really I don't. In fact, I love interacting with you guys. But please, if you're gonna message me, have something to say or ask. That seems like a given, but...apparently not.

Where he was going, Will wasn't sure, but he didn't care. Anywhere away from Grovyle was enough.

It's fine, she doesn't know anything...much. Man I fucked up. She's never going to let it go. She'll just keep prying and prying until either I give in or make a mistake again. One of them is inevitable...I don't want to go back, I really don't...

Will knew he couldn't stay away forever, but at the moment, he couldn't find the will to face Grovyle. For hours on end, he walked. What was normally a twenty minute train ride was a three hour walk at Will's slow pace. Downtown, past all of the bustling chaos of the city to the only place he could think of: the beach. And there he lay for hours, feeling the warmth of the sand on his face. But as the sun went down, the warmth disappeared, and a cold wind swept over the beach as it always did.

"I should go home..."

Despite the knowledge that he may freeze to death, Will didn't move. If only to listen to the waves and feel the cool sand on his face, he withstood the cold. He felt almost comfortable enough to sleep, but the loud ring of his cellphone prevented that from happening.

Too lazy to even hold it, he set it to speakerphone and laid it on the sand.

"Hello?"

"Will, what are you doing on the beach?" It was none other than Salem, sounding more annoyed than concerned.

"How do you know I'm on the beach? No wait, let me guess. You're watching me twenty-four hours a day from your own personal satellite in space. That seems about right."

"There's a tracking device in your phone, and it concerned me when it stopped moving in a random location for three hours."

"Damn, is that how long I've been here? I gotta pay more attention."

Salem sighed. "What's wrong this time? You know you can tell me these things."

"It's my problem and I'll handle it on my own. I'll handle it soon..."

"...In my office, tonight."

Before Will knew it, Salem had hung up the phone.

Well that was...abrupt. He's usually a lot nicer about these things. Guess he's getting a bit fed up with me. Can't blame him. I'd be fed up with me too.

Groaning, Will finally decided pick himself. He felt more awake than before, but not awake enough to walk all the way home. Thankfully his train ran all hours of the day. Now knowing he'd have to face Salem and Grovyle, Will was reluctant to go anywhere. He had sat on the train for an hour, staring at the passing city as the train ran its loop twice over. He found it amusing thinking about how Salem was most likely watching him go around the city over and over in a big circle thinking, "What the hell is he doing now?"

The amusement soon died off as Will approached his stop for the third time that night.

The trains may have run all night, but the buses didn't. It was another half an hour before Will reached his home, and after all the time that had passed, he still felt hesitant to open the door.

Please be asleep, please be asleep, please be asleep.

The door wasn't locked. Will was cautious as he made his way inside. The lights were off and the TV was on, but muted. The silence was eerie. Every step Will took seemed twice as loud as it should have been, but Will was convinced it was just his mind playing tricks on him. As he peered over the couch, relief washed over him as he spotted Grovyle fast asleep.

Well, dodged a bullet, at least until morning. I really should bring her to the club...unavoidably we're gonna have to pass by some...less than appropriate scenes no matter what path we take. Maybe I should blindfold her first. Oh what good is that gonna do. It wont be long before she figures out what I've been doing. She'll think I'm a perv. True as it is, I don't want her knowing about it! She'd hate me. Well...if she likes me that way. If only I knew what she was thinking. Better yet, if only I'd ask. I CAN ask. It shouldn't be that hard. But...what if she really does like me that way? What do I say then? "Yeah I work for this super secret organization called The Club and I've had sex four times a day, every day for the past three months, I hope that doesn't bother you."

Oh man, oh man, I've fucked myself over. What do I do when it comes time to tell her? Stop, just stop. We'll take it one step at a time. First step: Figure out if she likes me. It's easy, just ask...maybe I should wait for her to wake up. No, this is important. I have to do it now. Okay, here we go...

Will reached out to touch her, but retracted his hand at the last second. He tried again. He failed.

Come on, you can do this.

Slowly, he reached out again. After a minute's worth of stalling, he finally touched her leg.

Okay, now shake her awake...anytime you're ready...any day now...

Really not wanting to go through with his plan, Will was as gentle as possible. He hoped and prayed she wouldn't wake up, but luck wasn't on his side. Stretching her limbs, Grovyle awoke and sat up, still a little drowsy from her nap.

"Oh, sorry, didn't mean to wake you." Will's nervous laugh said otherwise. "But while you're up..."

Say it!

"I kind of wanted to ask you something..." Will took a deep breath. "Do you um...do you..."

His stalling would have annoyed Grovyle had she no been half asleep and known what was happening. After a stretch and a yawn, she finally noticed Will talking to her, or attempting to. But soon after, she also noticed him biting his nails. He only did that when he was extremely nervous. The last time Grovyle had seen it was in during Will's high school days, prom night.

"Stop biting your nails, Will. That's disgusting."

"S-sorry..."

"What do you want to tell me? There's obviously something on your mind."

"I just wanted to ask...if...you...do you like sex?"

Oh my God, you did not say that.

"Ah, n-no. What I meant to ask was...wait what was I going to ask? You know what, never mind. Just...j-just go back to sleep. It was nothing. WAIT, no, I remember. Do you like..."

Please just say it. Please just say it.

"You know, I'll ask later. Gotta go to the bathroom, bye." He said in a rush as ran off to the bathroom. Slamming the door behind him, he fell to his knees.

Wow, WOW! Jeez, just, FUCK, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK! How hard is it to ask a simple fucking question? SERIOUSLY, there's NO reason to be this fucking nervous. NO reason. I have sex all the fucking time, every day. What's so different about Grovyle? Why is this so hard? Could it be...I don't want to have sex with her? No way, she's the hottest woman I've ever seen. If I could, I'd fuck her right now, right in the living room, right on the couch. Fuck her until she screams, fuck her brains out, FUCK HER-

A knock at the door interrupted Will's thoughts. It could only be one person, well, one pokemon.

This is it. You're gonna open the door, and you're gonna ask her. Don't even think about it, just blurt it out. Just say it. Alright.

Clenching his fists, Will stood up and wiped the angry expression from his face. Removing his glasses, he splashed his face with cold water from the sink. Slapping his face, he steeled his nerves and prepared for the worst. He was going to do it. He had to.

He opened the door. He opened his mouth, but the only thing that came out was the soft sound of air as Will failed to form even a single word. As he stared down at Grovyle's concerned face, something happened. All at once, his primal urges came rushing to the forefront of his mind. He didn't mean to excite himself so much, but it was already too late. It was all he could think about. The words played over and over his mind.

Fuck her until she screams, fuck her brains out, FUCK HER!

"Grovyle..." He whispered as he knelt down in front of her. He ran his hands across her cheek. "Would you...right here..." Slowly his hand made its way downwards as he stared into her eyes.

No.

"Would you..." Will felt his body begin to move forward.

No!

"Right here..." His body wouldn't stop. He couldn't control it.

DON'T!

"I want to...No!"

Grovyle hopped backwards at Will's outburst. She had almost forgotten where she was, like she was in some kind of a trance... "Will...what were you-"

"I-I have to go."

"But it's three in the morning."

"I have to go!" Shoving Grovyle aside, he ran for the door.

"Will, wait!"

"I'm sorry, I have to go!" He burst through the front door and sprinted down the road. In his rush, he hadn't even put on his shoes.

Grovyle scowled. "Never again."

Will's attempts to calm himself proved fruitless as he trudged through the empty halls of the club.

OKAY, I'll admit I knew I was perv. I'll even admit I liked sex more than I should have. But I didn't think I was a sex addict. Can't believe I almost...Grovyle, I didn't even give her the chance to say yes or no. I would have just...just...raped her, forced her to do it, 'persuaded' her into it. There's no sugarcoating it, it's all equally as bad.

Much to his disgust, Will couldn't stop thinking of all the things he could do to her. It took every ounce of strength not to run home and indulge in these fantasies. Something had to be done.

Gotta calm down, gotta relax. You're stronger than this.

He told himself again and again, but it didn't help. The more he tried to suppress it, the worse it became.

Dammit, it's pointless. I need relief. I need-

"Well look who it is."

Not you.

It had been a month since he had last seen her, but Will could never forget her voice. It was always so confident and smug. "Susan."

"Will, you smell like sweat and horny desperation. Whats the matter, get blue-balled too many times today?"

Having been staring at the floor as he walked, Will hadn't noticed the cocky garchomp blocking his path. Regardless, she was the last person he wanted to see. "I don't have time for you right now. Move."

As he tried to push his way past, Susan thrust her claw into the wall, blocking Will's advance. "What's the rush? I doubt you have anywhere to be."

"Don't you have anything better to do than harass me all day?"

"Not really." Susan pulled her claw from the wall and with little effort, pushed Will backwards with its blunt edge. "It's so boring around here, you can't blame a girl for trying to have a little fun, can you?"

"Go have fun with someone else." Still struggling to control himself, Will was growing more and more frustrated by the second. He tried once again to push his way past, but Susan knocked him even farther back than before.

In a blind rage, he jumped to his feet and tackled Susan in a attempt to knock her over. He quickly found it to be even more pointless than trying to get past her as she knocked him to the ground with no effort at all. Many failed attempts later and Susan was almost getting bored.

"You're gonna break something at this rate. Maybe you should-"

"Shut up!" Using all the strength he had, Will tried one last time to topple his tormenter. Before he could even reach Susan, she kicked him in the chest, the force knocking the wind out of him and landing him on his back.

"It's not nice to interrupt."

Relax, relax.

Slowly, Will rose to his feet. He took several deep breaths before finally regaining his ability to speak. "Susan," He managed to say through a heavy sigh. "There's something I've been meaning to tell you since the first day we met."

"Is that so?"

Will nodded and checked behind him to make sure no one was near. "It's really personal though." Lowering his voice to a whisper, he waved Susan down.

Letting her curiosity get the better of her, Susan bent over to listen.

"A little closer, Sue."

Relax.

Rolling her eyes, Susan bent even farther over, her face now level with Will's.

He was still for a moment, supposedly calming himself, or so Susan thought. After one last breath, he let go. Before Susan could react, Will's fist had made contact with her face. He struck faster than she thought possible. And much to Susan's - and Will's - surprise, he struck again, following up his punch with powerful backhand.

For a while, the halls were deathly silent as Will tried to figure out what had just happened. Only when Susan turned her head back towards him did he realize what he had done. His usual insults toward Susan were one thing, but hitting her was something else. The fear set in quick as Will realized he had provoked a creature that could rip him limp from limb if she wanted. He tried to apologize, again and again, but the words wouldn't come out. Fear held his mouth shut, and fear held him still as Susan inched her way closer.

Up close, her bright, yellow eyes seemed more terrifying than ever. The dead serious look on her face didn't help. Will was about ready to curl into a ball when Susan's typical smile returned. She began laughing. Needless to say, Will was confused.

"I knew you had it in you, short-stuff. I was beginning to think it would take you as long as Salem."

"W-wait, is that why you've been bugging me over the past three month!?...Salem hit you?!"

"Yep, took some persuading though. Both of you hit like small children though, but I guess I can't expect much out of humans. You've got some guts though, hitting me twice."

"But...you...I...it was an accident. I was just frustrated and...you were there and-"

"Who cares about details? Anyone with the guts to smack a garchomp isn't a complete waste of space. You're still about as weak as a caterpie though."

Will groaned. "Does this mean you'll get out of the way? I'm looking for someone, and if I don't find them soon, I don't know what's gonna happen."

"Oh I know what you're looking for. Any pokemon within ten feet of you knows. And I can tell you, you wont find it back here, but it's your lucky day. One of my partners went missing this morning and I've been looking to replace him."

"Who said I wanted to have sex with you?"

"Who said you had a choice?"

Garchomp: #4. Not exactly who I was looking for, but she'll do.

Being in the club, there was never a shortage of places to have sex. Private or public, a room or seat was always a short walk away. Susan needed only to turn a corner to a suitable room.

Not that he wanted to, but Will didn't resist as she forced him inside. Slamming the door with her dorsal fin, Susan stared at Will, the confused look his face making the situation feel slightly awkward.

"Well?" Susan asked, placing her claws on her hips.

"...lie down?" Will thought nothing of the simple command, but he didn't know Susan.

She scoffed as she made her way forward, stopping one foot short of Will. Despite not being that much taller than him, she was still very intimidating. "I'm gonna make one thing perfectly clear." Without warning, she kicked Will in the chest, the force throwing him on to the bed. Before he had a chance to move, Susan leapt forward, landing atop Will in least gentle way possible. "I'm never on bottom. Got it?"

"Got it." He said in a strained voice.

Susan smiled as she rose to her knees. The extra bit of room allowed Will to breathe, but it was still uncomfortable. Susan was heavier than she looked.

And she looked pretty heavy to begin with.

"You really are about as spineless as a ditto. What's the matter? I thought you liked it rough?"

"Rough, not painful."

Susan, scoffed. "Well play along. Because if you don't, things are gonna get real painful."

A whole new set of worries began to flood Will's mind. Painful sex was one thing, possible injury was another. Just looking at the spikes on Susan's thighs made him nervous. And who knew what she might do with her claws in the throes of passion. Somehow, sex with a rhypherior had been less scary than sex with Susan.

"Oh don't worry so much. It's not like I'm going to kill you." Somehow, Will doubted that. The way she gently dragged her claw across his face didn't help.

Never been a fan of these predator/prey situations, especially when I'm the prey!

Susan chuckled as she began to grind her hips against Will's. "Well, are you going to take your pants off, or am I going to have to do it for you?"

Will found it almost annoying how much she seemed to threaten him, even now. Every sentence was accented with a flash of her many sharp teeth or a wave of her bony claw.

This is going to be a strange relationship, I can tell.

"Time's up."

"Allow me." Will said as sarcastically as possible. "Wouldn't want you hurting yourself or anything."

"I don't think I'm the one at risk here." Her voice still as confident as ever, Susan smiled wide, exposing as many of her teeth as she could.

"Is that supposed to scare me? I've seen lickitung with scarier mouths than yours."

"Ooh, you're fun."

Will could feel some of his anxiety dissipate as Susan leaned forward, pressing her mouth against his. Even as he ran his tongue along her jagged teeth, the fear of injury became less and less pronounced as he grew more and more aroused.

He was surprised at how much Susan seemed to enjoy herself. In no way was her kiss half-hearted. She put forth everything she had, pressing hard into the kiss and wantonly mingling her tongue with Will's. She held nothing back, and it showed. Kisses this passionate were rare, even by Will's standards.

And yet it doesn't feel...slutty, whoreish. Could just be me I guess.

How slutty the kiss was soon became irrelevant. In his earlier bout of rage, Will had almost forgotten how horny he was. But Susan's kiss was quite the reminder. Will worked quickly to free his growing erection. He only needed one hand, as the other was wrapped tightly around Susan's neck.

He quickly found that the large appendages on the side of her head made excellent handles. Not that Susan wanted to move, but with Will's hold on them, she wouldn't any time soon.

Susan's stomach rubbed hard against Will's member. He had never had sex with a pokemon whose skin was so rough and leathery. It was far from what he was used to, but to Will's lust-crazed mind, anything would do.

Somehow, the kiss lasted minutes before Susan finally decided to pull away, licking her lips and flashing a predatory gaze. "You ready?"

"Are you?"

Susan smiled one last time before sliding backwards.

Even now, she won't stop with the teasing.

Susan savored every last moment. She slowly slid back and forth, grinding her dripping cunt across Will's member. It may have been a tease, but Will couldn't deny how good it felt. Only then did he notice the somewhat large expanse of pink flesh that had appeared around her vagina. It had the appearance of rippling water, it's layers of skin folding outward over one another like nothing Will had ever seen before.

A cloaca was was his first guess, but as he ran his hand along her back side, he found it wasn't the case.

There's another hole, completely away from it..

Little by little, the area became more and more soaked as Susan ground it against Will's member. Every fold of her strange structure was more sensitive than the last. Will could see them twitch and spasm ever so slightly the more Susan moved.

I should have guessed. All the grinding wasn't for me after all.

Susan was hornier than she let on. The same went for Will, but he had far more trouble hiding it. The speed of his breath, the subtle clenches of his hands, all things Susan had seen hundreds of times before. She had control of the situation, and that was just the way she liked it.

She didn't torture him for long. Rising her hips high, she lined Will's tip with her slit. In the long, ten seconds in took her to dive down, Will almost slapped her. But the thought disappeared as his member was engulfed by her tight, wet tunnel. All at once, Susan's many folds contracted, squeezing inward as they reacted to the intrusion in Susan's hole.

Susan sighed as she shifted left to right, slowly easing her way down Will's shaft. It was strange, Susan was the last person Will expected to take things slow, but he wasn't complaining. He and his partners were always quick to rush into sex. They had forgotten what is was like to be gentle, but not Susan.

She almost seemed to glide over Will, her hips grinding lightly against his. Will likened her movements to an exotic belly dancer. Her smooth, circular shifting mesmerized him. He almost couldn't look away.

How I could be even more turned on than I already was, I have no idea.

Susan could feel him throbbing. No one could resist her erotic display, especially not a pervert like Will. She loved the dumbfounded look on his face, and how easily she could control it. Will was powerless as he bended to her whim, the slightest gesture such as a subtle wink almost made him blush. And he couldn't help but follow her tongue as it slowly traced the outsides of her lips.

I think garchomp just moved up to number 3.

"You like what you see, little man?"

Too astounded to speak, Will could only nod.

It was more than apparent that Susan was in control now. Oh, the things she could do, torture Will, leave him alone and incredibly aroused. Both were equally amusing, but Susan wasn't that heartless. She had teased him, and herself, long enough

Susan smiled wide before finally slowing her grinds to a stop. Will was no less amazed as he watched her smooth and graceful ascent. Using only her knees, she lifted herself until only the tip of Will's member remained inside of her. And she wasted no time sliding back down just as effortlessly as she went up. Once again, her folds contracted as she went down, the tension only releasing as Susan lifted herself again.

Will made no attempt to hold back his moan as Susan's tunnel once again consumed his member whole. She continued in this fashion, maintaining a forward and backward movement as well.

Unable to move or resist in the slightest, Will grabbed hold of Susan's hips, being mindful of the spikes on her legs. He found himself rubbing her bottom, and gently attempting guiding her hips to where he wanted. Whether or not he made a difference, he wasn't sure. But it didn't matter, not one bit.

It wasn't long before Susan began to speed up, her tail swinging to and fro as her level of pleasure rose. She always made sure he many sensitive folds rubbed lightly against Will's groin. The pleasure it brought her was unparalleled, and as time went on, her folds grew more and more wet. Soon every one of them was slick with her juices. That always made things feel better.

Once again, Susan's tongue left the confines of her mouth. Not of her own choice, but of her bodies. She tilted her head backwards as her mouth hung wide open. Nothing was better than the feeling of a warm member lightly stroking her walls, and her wet folds grinding against something soft.

Susan was always in control, and this was why. No one knew her better than herself, and no one could please her the way she wanted. At least, that was her philosophy.

Her tail twitched and flailed about as the pleasure began to overwhelm her. Yet again, she sped up, focusing only on her own pleasure, but helping Will in the process. No longer were her movements smooth and exotic. She bounced atop Will like a cowgirl riding a tauros. She leaned forward, jabbing her claws into the bed for support. Her folds rhythmically twitched and contracted at each pound. Susan was getting closer.

Will might as well have been a toy, used for Susan's own gain, not that he minded. The farther forward she leaned, the closer her body to his. Gripping her behind tight, he held on for dear life as Susan pounded him against the bed again and again. He struggled to hold himself still. His legs bent in and out, one after the other, his body heaving forward to meet Susan's.

Will's breath shuddered as he felt Susan's tunnel tightened and convulse around him. Even Susan couldn't hide the way her body subtly shook and quivered as her peak approached. Her moans were hoarse and loud, as if under intense strain. She clenched her teeth tight as if trying to hold back. Will finally understood. She had been so eager before but now, at the last second, she was trying to outlast him.

She didn't think I'd last so long. Bitch doesn't know who she's dealing with.

Both Will and Susan fought hard against the inevitable, but they soon realized that they had started much too late. They both moaned out, their respective peaks hitting them simultaneously. Will's member erupted, splashing thick spurts of cum across Susan's insides. He continued to push on her hind end, forcing it down as he thrust upwards. He was almost desperate to push himself deeper and deeper inside, yearning for the tight warmth of her depths.

Susan had a similar experience. She pushed hard against Will's body, the force creating a small crater in the soft bed. Her insides shook and convulsed uncontrollably. Her opening was drenched, the almost unreal amount of juices mixing with Will's cum and cascading his sides like a small river.

Their orgasms at an end, both Will and Susan sat for a moment, the air around them still tense as they knew their romp wasn't over.

It wasn't long before Susan removed her claws from the bed and rose once more to her sitting position. "Alright, not bad I guess. Not surprising though, considering all I've heard about you. But can you do it again?" As always, she couldn't help but let her overconfident attitude seep into her words.

Her hips soon resumed their dancer-like, hypnotic sway. As amusing as it was the first time, Will had seen enough. "The same position, really?"

"I told you, I'm never on bottom."

"Not a problem."

Grabbing hold of Susan's neck, Will heaved his body to the side, bringing her down to bed level. She was surprised he had the strength to do so, but also somewhat angered at the the loss of complete dominance. "What do you think you're doing?"

"Hey, you're not on your back, are you?"

He was right, but being on her side wasn't in the plan either. "I don't do 'even ground.'"

"Well you better learn, 'cause this ain't gonna work if we're doing the same thing all the time."

"Tch, fine, but," Suddenly, she wrapped both arms and legs around Will's body. "This better be the best damn sex I've ever had."

"It will be," Will removed his glasses and tossed them to the side. "If you play along." Finally it was his turn to be cocky.

The inevitable happened as Susan continued to stare into Will's unshielded eyes. Almost entranced by them, she couldn't bring herself to look away. But Will wouldn't allow her to fall completely under his spell. He wanted her awake for what was to come.

"Loosen your legs a bit."

Susan couldn't understand why she felt so compelled to listen, but trying to figure it out was impossible with her mind so hazy. Her legs moved with a mind of their own, opening slightly to allow Will more room for comfort. But before her legs could move too far, Will grabbed hold of her hind end, squeezing her ass and thighs as he felt her body begin to relax.

Gently, he began brushing his finger across her anal passage. The small pucker tightened in response, taking only moments loosen once again. The base of Susan's thick tail shook with every pass, and Will could feel her breath shuddering across his face. It was so very satisfying watching someone like Susan writhe and whimper. Will almost wanted to laugh, but he would have to hold it in, because now he had something to prove.

Will wet his middle finger in his own saliva before pressing it against Susan's tight hole. At the same time, his member slowly penetrated the soft folds of her slit. The feeling made Susan gasp. Pleasure like this didn't come often, and never had it felt so right. Will was small compared to Susan's usual partners, but somehow, he felt twice as good. Susan had to remind herself to question it later, once she was thinking straight again.

Will started slow, knowing Susan would enjoy the steady pace. His finger and member alternated thrusts, each plunging inside as the other retreated. Slowly but surely, Susan's hips began to move in time with Will's thrusts. Her legs still wrapped around him, she constantly pulled him forward, forcing him deeper than he would go on his own.

Will felt no concern when Susan rested her head on his shoulder, nor did he find it strange when she began to nuzzle him. But fear struck as he felt her many sharp teeth dig in to his neck. Her bite didn't have the force to draw blood or even break skin, but the risk scared Will more than anything.

"S-Susan, could you...not do that, please?"

She heard him, but didn't respond. Instead, she continued to thrust her hips forward, little by little, forcing Will on to his back again. She was becoming rough. That wasn't a good sign.

"S-Susan, come on seriously." Again, no response. With a loud huff, she rolled him on to his back once more, firmly pinning him under her weight. "Susan...Susan!" The worry in Will's voice became more and more apparent as Susan's speed gradually increased. Becoming desperate, Will tried his best to push her away, but with each push, Susan's grip grew tighter, and her grunts ever louder.

Roughly, she ground her hips back and forth one more time before continuing where she had left off before. She was soon bouncing on Will yet again, the sound of her wet cunt smacking against him overshadowing her loud groans. Her pounds were consistently strong, the force of them causing Will's body to bounce off of the bed, only to be slammed down again and again.

Will was having trouble processing fear through the pleasure he felt. Still he couldn't ignore the unnerving feeling of a hundred needles in his neck. The large amounts of saliva dripping from her mouth did little to help, and the feeling of her tongue sliding across his neck was no better.

"Susan, please..." He tried one last time in a strained breath. Susan only laughed through her teeth and slammed him harder. Frequently she stopped to grind her hips on him. Back and forth, up and down, wantonly rubbing her body against his in the most forceful way possible. She moved and sounded like a feral beast. It was almost frightening.

Her tail flailed wildly, the lack of control a sure sign of her impending orgasm. Her thrusts were small, but quick and powerful nonetheless. The steel springs of the bed squeaked and creaked under the weight of her pounds. She moaned every second, her mouth's grip changing again and again. It would have worried Will had the pleasure not completely clouded all rational thought. His orgasm was fast approaching, and stopping it was out of the question. The pressure in his loins continued to build until Will couldn't hold it any longer.

Finally, he came, his fingers digging into Susan's shoulders as she pounded him through his orgasm. He let out a myriad a strained grunts and groans as cum erupted from his member. Spurt after heavy spurt was fired into Susan's depths, the sheer amount of it filling her hole within a matter of seconds. But it didn't stop there. His member continued to twitch and throb as it injected even more it's gooey seed into Susan. It quickly overflowed, splashing out and around Susan's hole, coating her many folds in a sticky, white mess. And as she continued to pound Will, it grew messier and messier. But it didn't continue for long.

Shortly after, Susan came as well, her breath shuddering as Will's throbs pushed her over the edge. Her entire body began to shake. Her tail flailed and twitched erratically. Her self control wavered. As much as she tried not to, she couldn't help but bite down into Will's neck, a small trickle of blood seeping downward to the bed. Not wanting to cause any serious damage, Susan let go, moaning into the air as her cunt spasmed wildly. As her folds contracted again and again, the juices squirted from her hole, splashing across Will's stomach in lewd, wet plops.

It was a short while before both their orgasms subsided, and for a time afterwards, they lay together, panting as they took time to recover. It was over, and Susan had won, this time. "Thirteen minutes, not bad. You're not as weak as a caterpie after all. No, you're about as weak as a weedle now."

"Yeah and you look like the bastard child of a nosepass and a sharpedo."

Susan couldn't help but chuckle. It was rare to find a partner with any semblance of wit in the club. Then again, she always did go for the big, masculine type. They were a good fuck, but were a bit lacking in terms of brain power. Still, once in a while it was always fun to find someone weaker than herself.

"Oh, and don't worry about that little nibble. It'll heal right up, well, after I'm done with it."

Will felt strange having Susan lick his wound, but more importantly, it felt painful. Already it was beginning to hurt, but Susan's tongue stung like salt on an open wound. It hurt, but Will dealt with it.

Hopefully, she doesn't grow accustomed to the taste.

It took time but the blood stopped flowing, and all that remained was a dull pain and a large bite mark that Will doubted would heal very well. Susan licked her lips cleaned and rolled off to the side, both her and Will taking a much needed break from their lustful romp.

With Will's mind now unclouded, he could reflect on everything that had happened, and everything that would...

What happened with Grovyle...could it happen again? I bet it could. Really, thinking about it was all it took for me to lose control, and then I almost...What's wrong with me? I knew I liked sex, but I didn't think I was a sex addict. I mean really, I was about ready to fuck anything that moved, and I punched someone because of it. Thank goodness it was only Susan. Not like I can really hurt her after all. But what if it wasn't? What if it happens again and I rape someone? What if I raped her...That's it, it's gotta stop. I gotta put an end to this. No clubbing, no orgies, no sex, at all, starting now!

"You ready for another round yet, Will?"

Starting later!...This is gonna be harder than I thought...

For the first time in a long time, Will hesitated to take the elevator up to Salem's office. It took some time to convince himself that everything would be okay.

Not like he's gonna hurt me or anything. We're just gonna talk. Probably not gonna be a nice talk though.

The ride up seemed faster than usual, despite how many times Will told it to slow down. His nerves were getting to him. Finally at the top, he stepped from the elevator into the calm environment of Salem's office. The sound of running water and smooth jazz always put Will's mind at ease.

"Will...what happened to your neck?" Salem asked noticing the painful looking bite mark just barely reaching above Will's collar.

"Oh this?" Will rubbed his neck as he reminisced about what happened only an hour ago. "I uh, finally got acquainted with Susan."

"The first time's never fun." For a moment, Salem found himself rubbing his own neck as a few painful memories reemerged. "I trust she didn't hurt you too bad?"

"It'll heal up."

"Good, take a seat. We have things to discuss."

"Right, the next operation. We got some prep work to do." As Will plopped down in his chair, a wave of relief washed over him, perhaps a bit too soon. "I have been taking my time on this one, haven't I?"

"You have, but that can wait. We have something far more important to discuss."

Ahhhhh crap.

"No, this concerns you, Will."

"Me? I'm more important than the operation?"

Salem nodded. "These bouts of depression you've been having are beginning to worry me. They're becoming more and more frequent, and their effects on you are worsening."

"Look it's just...shock, alright? Things happen, but I get over them pretty quick. It's nothing to worry-"

"It is something to worry about. A run-in with depression every few weeks isn't normal, Will. Especially when it grows worse over time."

"What are you, my therapist now?"

"You could say that. And for sake of time, I'll skip the months of therapy sessions and get this over with now." Despite never changing, Salem's tone of voice had Will scared this time around. The semi-serious look on Salem's face and the resolution in his words were also unnerving. "Did you think I wasn't aware of your trouble at home, Will? The moment I noticed these bouts of depression, I began to look into them, and discovered something of a ticking time bomb in your life."

It was stupid of Will to think Salem wouldn't notice. Even so, he admitted nothing in a vain hope that Salem wouldn't know everything.

"Your grovyle, it's obvious you have feelings for her, but the opposite is hard to see. She's smart, and good at hiding her emotions when necessary, so you don't know if she loves you back. Am I right so far?"

Again, Will said nothing and tried to look as indifferent as possible.

"Of course I am. Then let me continue. Obviously you've yet to tell her about The Club, and therein lies the problem. You want to, but can't. You're afraid of what she'll think of you once she learns of the things you've done. And even more so, you're terrified of losing her."

"If you know so much, then you know what I'm going through. You know exactly why I can't tell her."

"Will, you seem to have things backwards. The reason you have not to tell her is exactly the reason you should. Do you understand?"

Will couldn't hide how confused he was.

Salem sighed. "You know just as much as I do that the longer you wait, the worse things will be. You should realize even more than I that Grovyle won't exactly be thrilled once she figures things out. However, you should also consider her feelings in the long run. By now you know that every day you wait, every month that passes is just a slap on face to her. She's been steadily losing her patience with you, and now that you've waited so long, only one of two things can happen: One, you tell her now and she'll either leave or forgive you. Two, you don't tell her and she leaves you anyway. Every day you wait, the chances of forgiveness grow slimmer. It makes no sense not to tell her as soon as possible. You're hurting her and yourself out of fear. If you don't act now,your fears will come true."

Salem was right, as usual. But everything he said was old news to Will. Of course he wanted to tell her, and of course he had tried, but it always ended the same way: Will choking up and running away like a coward. It was bound to happen, no matter how hard he tried, but of course, Salem was aware of this too.

"I've trusted you could handle this, but that's obviously not the case. So let's do things this way: You have exactly one week, starting now, to tell her. And you're not to so much as think of the operation until you've done so."

"W-What!? But the-"

"Either you tell her, or I will., and I won't make it pretty. I won't sugarcoat it, and I'll tell her every last detail. You have one week. Now go."

"B-but-"

"Six days. Out."

"W-wait, you can't-"

"Five days, four days, three days."

Quickly realizing Salem was counting by the second, Will hopped from his chair and sprinted to the elevator.

"Three days, Will. Three days." Salem called as Will rapidly pressed the "elevator down" arrow.

Three days, three fucking days! I can't just...three days! He can't expect me to...What am I gonna do, what am I gonna do? He'll tell her if I don't. She'll know, she'll know what I've done. But she has to know eventually. But I can't tell her, I just can't. But Salem's right, but I can't do it!

Will was almost hyperventilating as he walked the streets the Eminence. He had never felt so sick or been so worried in his life. No matter what, Grovyle would learn in three days. There was nothing he could do to stop it.

I'm thinking myself in circles. Just gotta calm down. Gotta relax. What usually calms me? Sex...no we can't do that. Well, maybe just a little...No! Find something else. A drink, alcohol! I'll get wasted, that'll calm me down!...On second thought, maybe just a little alcohol.

The best place Will could think to get a drink was the Fruitbar. It was always sure to be open late, and much safer than any place in the club. Avoiding sex was top priority. And while a strip club may not have been the best idea, the girls there would be sure to respect his sudden leap into abstinence.

Unlike the many hundreds in the club.

To avoid attention, Will sat at the table farthest from the stage and farthest from the action. For the first time ever, he had no interest in the pokemon dancers, despite them being two of his favorites ?" the lucario and lopunny, Pecha and Oran.

At such a late time of night, there were more people than usual in the Fruitbar, mostly human males and the occasional male pokemon. Will soon regretted his decision to come to the bar as he watched various men receive lap dances from pokemon in their skimpy 'work clothes.' The only way Will could avoid the sights was to put his head down and do his best to block out all the sounds he could. But not too long after he did, a familiar voice cut through the music.

"Is that you, Will?"

Cheri, dammit. Why'd she have to be working tonight?

Under normal circumstances Will would have loved to see his favorite miltank, but not tonight.

"It is you. Didn't expect to see you this time of night." Within seconds, Cheri's smile faded. Without even seeing Will's face, it wasn't hard to figure out something was wrong. "...Are you okay?"

Will took a deep breath and quickly composed himself before lifting his head. "I'm good, thanks. No worries here."

As chipper as he seemed and as wide as his smile was, nothing about Will seemed 'good.' "Are you sure? You're eyes are looking a bit puffy, and you're shaking..."

"Shaking? Didn't notice, j-just got in. It's a little chilly outside."

"Anyone ever tell you you're a horrible liar?"

He had failed miserably in trying to fool Cheri.

Can't blame a guy for trying.

Knowing his facade had failed, Will's smile faded and the depressed look from earlier returned. It was rare that Cheri got to see this side of Will. When she did, it was usually problems at home.

"What's wrong.?" She asked, the worry in her voice more than evident as she took a seat next to Will.

"It's nothing, really..."

"Oh come on, you look like you're about to cry. Don't be afraid, you know I wont tell anyone."

As much as he wanted to hold it in, Will knew he had to let it out. And if there was anyone he could open up to, it was Cheri. With a heavy sigh, he composed himself and began to explain. "You know the girl I told you about?"

Cheri nodded. "You have told her by now, haven't you?" Will's silence and refusal make eye contact said otherwise. "Oh Will, you're making it hard on yourself, and her. The longer you wait-"

"I know!" He yelled through his teeth, quickly restraining himself after his unnecessary outburst. "I know...I've told myself a thousand times, but it doesn't change anything. You say that like I haven't tried. I do, all the time. But I can't..."

"Why not?"

"Because I'm a fucking wimp. I can't even talk to her about something like this without choking up and running away, literally. That's what I have to do every time, otherwise I might panic and who knows what would happen then."

"That sounds...unbelievable coming from a guy I've seen hit on three pokemon at once. Strangely enough, I'm sure we both know why you're having so much trouble with this one particular girl."

"I know...she's not like anyone else. She's not someone I'd just fuck and leave. I've known her for...man how long has it been. Eight years, I think. We were like best friends up until recently. Maybe that's what happened: I realized she was more than a friend and was scared she wouldn't think the same of me. I loved it when we spent time together. I loved it more than anything else. I still love it...and I...just...couldn't stand to lose her."

Will sighed. "I sounds like a bad romance novel, I know, but you haven't even heard the worst part yet. Due to some...unforeseeable circumstances, she's going to find out about the club in the next three days unless I tell her myself."

"Not to be insensitive or anything, but it seems like that's for the best."

That's probably what Salem's telling himself now. Knowing him, he knows exactly how many pokemon I've slept with and for how long. He'll tell her everything too.

"Will, it may seem redundant at this point, but you have to tell her. It's as simple as that. If she finds out on her own, it could be devastating, for the both of you. Don't let it get that far, Will. I know you're scared. I know you're nervous. There must be a million thoughts buzzing around your head by now."

"Yeah, you don't have to tell me. I'm the one going through it, remember?" Will's slight bit of depressed sarcasm meant there was hope for him yet. But in situations like these, it was always best to go a step at a time.

"For now, I think we should forget about it, don't you?"

"That's actually what I came here for. I thought a drink might calm me down a little. You wouldn't mind grabbing me a little something, would you?"

"Will, you don't need a drink. You need sleep."

"Aw come on. Just a shot and I swear I'm gone."

"Go home and rest, Will."

"Please?"

"Out."

"Damn it. I hate when you're a good friend."

"I love you too, Will."