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File Name: Salacious Suicune

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File Location: Someone's PC

File Type: Story:Adult:M/F:Suicune x Human

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Details: Secret Suicune's Substantially Salacious Session

“Nine!" Aleda growled, swatting Keith over the back of the head hard enough for him to fumble his tablet.

He was laying in bed, in the cabin, with rolling waves visible outside the window.

“What the hell?" Keith grumbled, looking up from the screen.

“Nine!" Aleda barked in annoyance, stabbing a paw towards his tablet screen.

Keith looked down at his tablet, and then past the information screen that had a questionnaire from Violet Enterprises on it. They loved their damn questionnaires. This one was about his happiness with his co-worker's performance in his latest contract. But behind the ticked boxes was a background image of Aleda's freshly-fucked cunt, drooling a gooey mess of spunk. Keith's spunk, in fact. It was a screencapture he had grabbed after being shipped the raw footage of their 'naughty', by way of a self-erasing usb stick.

“What?" Keith asked, arching an eyebrow.

Aleda glowered at him.

“You are an incredibly sexy pokemon," Keith said with a slow nod, holding her gaze unwaveringly. “Would you prefer I found an image of… Amber to put up there?"

Aleda's eyes flashed, and she growled faintly in the back of her throat. “Tales."

“That's a 'no'," Keith said with a slight smirk.

“Tales…" Aleda growled, turning away with a huff.

“C'mon, it's a compliment. Random guys would jack it to you on camera. Random guys are going to be jacking it to us screwing! How can you have a problem with this?" Keith asked bluntly.

Aleda turned to glower at him, and then slapped him with a tail. “Nine!"

Keith pursed his lips. “C'mon, I'll be jacking it to videos of you, no doubt."

“Nine!" Aleda exclaimed, ears flattening, her cheeks warming just the tiniest amount.

“Speaking of," Keith said, giving the ninetales a significant stare.

Aleda squinted at him for a long moment.

Keith made a motion with his hand. “I kinda need you to… uh. Could you, if it's not too much trouble, get in your pokeball for like… twenty minutes?"

“Nine!" Aleda protested sharply, giving him a swift smack to the back of his head with a tail again. “NINE!" she hissed.

“Wow, that's an emphatic no," Keith said with an uneasy chuckle. “Look. I understand you don't like the pokeball,"—Aleda glowered at him—“But I need you to get in the pokeball or leave or something. I can understand you being my pokemon, and being around me constantly, but I've been on this ship for five days now, the bathroom is too small, and you bitch at me if I close the door. I have uh… needs."

Aleda gave him a long stare, head tilting slowly to the left.

Keith pursed his lips at her. “Do I have to spell it out?"

Aleda nodded.

A long sigh left him, and Keith shrugged his shoulders. “Okay, fine. I need to masturbate. I haven't came in five bloody days. You're always here. Always. And it's just… it's weird to even contemplate doing it in front of you."

Aleda stared at him, and seemed to smirk slightly.

Keith's eyes narrowed. “This isn't a game. I'm not going to be happy walking around with raging libido all day every day in between shoots and I guarantee it'll affect my 'performance' if I don't get some alone time."

“Nine," Aleda responded casually, lifting a forepaw to lick at it in the most innocent of fashions.

Keith glowered at her. “Are you really doing this?"

“Nine," Aleda added, nodding once.

Snorting once, Keith lifted up his tablet. “So I'll just look up some porn on this and jack off in front of you, then?"

Aleda lifted a single ear, and then shrugged her shoulders, giving a flippant toss of her head. “Nine."

Keith's eyes narrowed, and he stared at her for several long moments, before shrugging and rolling back over. “Fine, fine."

With a few quick flicks and taps, he brought up the file browser, and then put in his password to get into a special protected-access folder on the tablet. Within it were several files, split into two categories: Ninetales; and Absol.

There were two marked 'final cut', one for Aleda, and one from earlier, with Amber. There was absolutely no way he could jack off to Aleda with her sitting right next to him. That would just be insanely uncomfortable. But Amber…

With a glance at Aleda, who was pointedly ignoring him now, he gave her a single glower, and then tapped open the Amber file. He slid the video tracker two thirds of the way through, skipping all of the stylised opening scenes, still-shots of absols and a male that looked vaguely like himself that was always looking away from the camera or had his face hidden, and skipping right to the 'good' stuff.

It was Amber with her muzzle wide open, blue tongue extended expectantly while the Keith on the screen stared at her before grasping his cock and starting to stroke it.

Even ignoring the strange fact that he was watching himself jerk off on screen, he was almost immediately hard, and he spared Amber a single glance before slipping a hand into his pants, grasping the stiff length of his cock and starting to stroke it. The camera switched to a new angle that Keith hadn't seen before, too embarrassed to really peruse the film and just giving the editors the okay on the editing without even watching it.

The new angle was lower, from a camera that was hidden under the bed. Keith could see slight artifacting on the image, like it was a zoom-in of a much wider angle. And it was absolutely perfect.

A slow-motion shot caught the first burst of his spunk spilling from him, giving an absolutely flawless shot of it splashing up and splattering over the roof of Amber's muzzle, before the edges of the first thick rope of his cum splashed down lightly onto her tongue, pooling against her teeth.

Keith was almost ready to cum in real life just from watching, and he was entranced, watching his own bursts of spunk splashing into the waiting absol's mouth.

Pausing for a moment, Keith gave Aleda a glance, and then rolled over, pushing the covers off and staring at her, turning the screen she could see it too. “Look at this. My first uh… 'contract'," he said proudly, holding his cock in his other hand and giving it a lazy stroke, all the while watching the ninetales intently for any reaction. He rewound the video a few seconds, so that she could see it properly. “Look at that shot, eh? Probably gonna be my best work. Hot as fuck, isn't it?"

Aleda turned and watched the screen for a moment, and then stared at him, his stiff cock being stroked, and then back at the screen, her eyes narrowing slowly. “Nine," she stated flatly.

“Fuck I loved Amber," Keith said with a lazy sigh, dropping onto his back and holding the tablet on his chest, watching it while idly stroking his length. “The way she opened her mouth like that… oh arceus. It gets me hard just thinking of her waiting with her mouth open." He smirked inwardly as he saw Aleda's tails start to twitch angrily.

“Nine," he growled, ears splaying back.

“What? Jealous?" Keith asked, giving her a smug glance over the tablet. “Would you prefer… if I was jacking off to the one we did together?"

“Nine!" Aleda growled, looking away with a huff, chewing on the air in annoyance.

“That's what I thought," Keith said, returning his attention to the tablet. He fast-forwarded it a little, until he had quite a good view of his own cock sliding deep into Amber's blue cunt. The image was slightly artifacted again, and he could only assume that extremely wide-angle cameras were used in the room so they didn't miss anything that was happening. But even with slightly lower image quality, he could still see Amber's slick liquids clinging to his cock, and the way her soft flesh hugged him. He could see his deeper thrusts causing a welling up of liquids to drool down over Amber's cute little blue clit. He even saw her tail scratch his arm at one point, something he hadn't noticed in his eagerness to fuck the absol senseless.

Keith was building up to quite a nice orgasm, and was just wondering if he should take it to the bathroom so he didn't accidentally make a mess of the bed, when a firm golden paw pushed the tablet down onto his chest, face-down, so he couldn't see it any more, while Aleda's other paw pushed under his wrist, tugging it up and off his own cock.

“What's this?" Keith asked, scowling up at the ninetales. “If you stop me from jacking off, I'm going to make you go back in the ball."

“Nine!" Aleda almost snarled at him, nipping close to his nose, before pushing the tablet away entirely, so it slid off the bed to bounce across the floor.

“Hey, that's expensive!" Keith protested, reaching after it. A powerful creamy paw held his shoulder down, and he realised belatedly that if Aleda didn't want him moving, he wasn't going to be moving.

“Nine," Aleda growled, eyes narrowing at him, seeming to snort once, before she suddenly dove down, engulfing his cock in an instant.

Soft, slick and hot ninetales muzzle consumed his cock to the very base, and Keith almost screamed in surprise. Air wouldn't reach his lungs, and all he managed was a slight squeak, staring down at his companion with a dazed expression.

Aleda gave a firm twist of her head to the left, and then the right, tongue grinding up against his tip in a wild, rapid flurry of soft heat feathering against his twitching cocktip.

Keith's back arched, and his hips rose on their own accord. With a soft snarl around him, Aleda pushed them back down firmly into the bed, and then stepped over him, starting to suckle and bob on him even harder. The hot vulpine muzzle lifted up, drawing out until just his head was in her mouth, the suckling reaching intense, heart-stopping levels, before she slammed her muzzle back into his lap and swallowed in earnest around his tip.

“O-oh a-arceus f-fuck f-f-fuuuu…" Keith mumbled, hands automatically finding Aleda's head, his hips weakly trying to grind up into her mouth.

Aleda just redoubled the intensity of her work, tongue pushing powerfully against his underside with each firm lift of her muzzle, her head tilting up slightly so her tongue could grind with an intent motion against his tip at the end, before she just sank back down over him again with her rapid motions.

Keith was in a state of ecstasy, barely able to think with hot, velvety-soft, slick ninetales muzzle so expertly working him over. A long-awaited, desperately-needed orgasm was rising, and he was too far gone in his own pleasure to even contemplate that the ninetales could pull away and stop like last time.

Aleda's tongue lashed at him over and over again as she drew up and slammed back down, her tight, eager hot throat swallowing against his tip when she held him deep in that wonderful, sexy muzzle. The intensity was rising, and rising, and his orgasm was coming like a freight train.

And Aleda didn't stop, she just kept going, urged onwards by the pulsing throb starting in his cock. With a growl, she drew back, and then feathered his tip with gyrating swirls of her silky-soft tongue, capturing his glans with urgent lashes.

Keith arched and grunted, and Aleda held his hips tightly as he jerked against her, holding her muzzle buried over his tip as the first urgent spurt gushed up against the roof of her mouth, splattering over it with raw, lusty intensity.

He could feel the ninetales struggle and her eyes widened in surprise as the first heavy gush of his mess overcame her defenses and the pent-up, gooey, sticky rope of spunk forced its way down her throat. She swallowed thickly, caught off guard by the intensity of his orgasm, feeling the next heavy gush splatter up over her teeth and coat her tongue in his gooey warmth.

Keith arched and jerked against the ninetales, his mind utterly blank, caught in a mind-numbing orgasm as he filled her mouth to the absolute brim with his urgent gushes of potent spunk.

After what felt like an eternity, Keith stopped twitching and could form enough thought process to breathe again, chest heaving, sweat beading on his brow as he gave a hazy stare down at the ninetales.

Aleda drew back slowly, letting his softening cock spill from her muzzle, glowering at him, before tilting her head back and opening her mouth. The black of her tongue, and that of her inner mouth was almost completely coated in his spunk. It glistened wetly in a pool over the back of her tongue, visibly drooling over the roof of her mouth and dripping from her teeth.

With a faint huff, Aleda closed her mouth, her cheeks bulging with the volume of his mess, and Keith almost got hard against as he heard her audibly swallowing down his spunk in thick gulps, rivulets of the mess spilling down from either side of her mouth to drip off her chin.

“Oh arceus, that was... “ Keith mumbled hazily. His arms were a little bit too tired to rub the sweat off his brow right then, and he laid back to close his eyes for a moment, passing out immediately.

Aleda snorted once more, licking her lips to try and clean them of his spunk, setting about the long process of grooming her fur back to a not-spunked state.

---

Keith idly rewound and fast-forwarded a video on his tablet. On the screen, a vaporeon was being fucked very vigorously. Aleda was laying on the bed behind him, and had looked at the screen for all of two seconds before snorting and laying down for a nap.

It was the final bit of the cruise. Out the porthole window Keith could see the landmasses of the Orange Islands sliding in and out of view.

Earlier, Keith had witnessed a pokemon battle between a Vaporeon and an Espeon, and he had found himself incredibly interested in what a vaporeon 'looked' like in a sexual sense. He had resisted the urge to go searching the internet for 'vaporeon pussy', but once his bags were packed and he was merely waiting for the ship to make port, his curiosity had gotten the better of him.

Inwardly, Keith reflected on the fact that two weeks ago, he wouldn't even consider a pokemon a proper 'partner', and now here he was looking up vaporeon pussy.

On the screen, the vaporeon was on her back, and her 'trainer' was hunched over, burying himself inside her tight little tailhole to the very base. Keith had never really been a fan of anal, and the thought of it always disgusted him. But watching the vaporeon, splayed out on her back, with cock buried to the very root inside that thick tail… it looked almost inviting.

With a shiver passing down his form, Keith turned off the video and then powered off the tablet, slipping it into his bag. He didn't want to be walking around the cruise ship with a very obvious erection.

---

“There you are!"

Keith and Aleda both looked back over their shoulders as Fiona came jogging up behind them. She had her red hair up in a ponytail, and was wearing a yellow blouse with a matching skirt that looked too short to even be legal. A lopunny was trailing after her, watching them all with narrowed, calculating eyes.

A travel bag sat at Keith's feet, nestled safely up against the rail of the ship, while up ahead, a dock was coming into view, sitting at the tail end of a small peninsula with a very 'seaside shack' style travel centre. They wouldn't be making port for a few minutes yet.

“You know the ship stops for the day, right?" Fiona asked, eyeing the travel bag at his feet.

Keith turned to lean back against the railing, looking Fiona up and down, and then frowning slightly at the lopunny. The lopunny was definitely new. “Didn't have anything better to do, and I'm kinda itching to get off this boat and walk around on solid ground for a while."

“Nine!" Aleda added in affirmation.

“Well, the ferry to Mandarin Island doesn't leave for a few hours," Fiona said, pursing her lips slightly. “It'll give you some time to walk around, at least."

“Mandarin Island?" Keith queried, confused. “I thought this was Ascorbia?"

“It is," Fiona explained. “You need to take a ferry to Mandarin Island. It's one of the 'hubs' of this region. It's where our headquarters really are. We have a kind of office set up here in the travel centre, where we take mail from the ferry and send out packages and stuff."

“Sounds complicated," Keith observed. “So where in Mandarin Island am I meant to go?"

“I'll show you," Fiona said with a bright smile ."Your ticket on the ferry is booked already. Just make sure you're there at midday."

“Punny," the lopunny interjected, taking a step forwards and staring up at Keith with an oddly calculating, confident expression.

“Oh, right!" Fiona said, slapping her forehead. “This," she said, motioning towards the lopunny. “Is 'Jewel'."

“Lo!" Jewel said, holding out a soft little paw in Keith's directly, as thought to shake his hand.

Keith took her paw awkwardly in his palm. “Hello, Jewel, it's nice to…" he trailed off as Jewel took a step forwards and captured one of his fingers with her mouth, giving an extremely suggestive suckle and an incredibly agile lashing of tongue over it, holding his gaze unblinkingly the entire time.

“She's a very forward pokemon and kind of a sex addict," Fiona said with a slight giggle. “You didn't get to meet her for your 'naughty', since it was a single-take kind of deal. But no doubt for your next contract, you'll be getting to know her quite intimately. She's going to be your fluffer!"

Keith stared down at the lopunny as she fellated his finger with an eager motion that had wild images running through his head. “U-uh… what's a fluffer again?"

“The person, or pokemon, that keeps you hard between scenes," Fiona said airly. “Basically, she's going to suck your cock to make sure you don't go soft while the director is picking a new position or scene."

Keith swallowed thickly, staring down at Jewel for another long moment. “O-oh cool."

“Tales," Aleda said with an unimpressed snort.

Jewel released his finger, licking her lips and staring up at him with a lusty expression.

Fiona snapped her fingers between them, breaking their eye contact. “You pair, save it for the contracts, you can't go fucking each other on the deck."

“I-I wasn't even-"

“Your erection states otherwise," Fiona said bluntly.

“Pun!" Jewel said with a winning smile.

“Nine," Aleda added with a disgusted sound, turning back towards the railing to stare at the island getting closer.

---

Keith cringed slightly as the ferry's horn almost made him drop the piece of ham he was offering to Aleda. Aleda caught it before he could drop it, and chewed on it lazily, while he went back to eating the surprisingly good sandwich he had picked up for lunch from the travel centre.

In the seats across from them, Fiona was sitting and playing with her pokedex, while Jewel was sitting in the seat next to her giving Keith a confident, smoldering stare that sent chills down his spine every time he caught it.

A strange noise made Keith pause, and he fished his tablet out of his bag, flicking the screen on to show a mail icon flashing at him from one corner of the screen. Keith opened the mail. The email was titled 'EMERGENCY CONTRACT. URGENT'.

Frowning slightly, Keith tapped on the email, only to be greeted by a screen demanding the special password he had created for Violet Enterprises. Looking about furtively, Keith fumbled with the clumsy on-screen keyboard to type out 'N1N3T8L3S', before submitting it.

The password interface disappeared, and was replaced with a simple text email.

URGENT CONTRACT

Please respond ASAP to accept contract.

Details in attachment

There were two attachments, both of them passworded, and Keith hunched over the tablet to make sure nobody sitting behind him could see the screen as he opened up the 'blurb' attachment.

A splash screen showing a rather explicit drawing of a Suicune appeared on the screen, with a blurb along the bottom that read: 'Living Legends 3. Indulge in the rarest of treats'.

Keith frowned deeply, confused. Suicune? That didn't make any sense at all.

Opening the second attachment revealed a series of 'baseball stats' denoting a date, time, expected filming duration, and a few notes on 'acts expected'. Fellatio, cunnilingus, vaginal, large size difference' as well as warning notes that the shoot would take place somewhere that would be quite cold. Keith was even more perplexed.

Looking up, he caught Fiona's eye, and motioned for her to come closer.

Aleda gave a grumble and wiggled slightly to the side so Fiona had space to sit down between her and Keith.

“What's the problem?" Fiona asked.

“This," Keith said, motioning towards the tablet.

Fiona peered at the message, opened the second attachment, and then frowned slightly to herself. “Jeff must have backed out," she said to herself. “I haven't gotten a notification about that yet, they're probably scrambling to find a replacement, hence why they included you in their mail."

“I don't understand," Keith said, squinting down at the screen for a moment. “Suicune?

“Suicune," Fiona said with a happy nod. “More accurately, it's our zoroark, Zaria. She's an illusionary expert. Best we've ever seen. We did a scene with an zapdos and a lugia already, and the suicune scene was due to start filming tomorrow… That was being done by Jeff. An emergency contract is offered when an actor fails his contract for whatever reason. Sickness, injury, just goes missing," Fiona tried to explain. “You get paid more, but you won't have any prep time."

“So do I take it?" Keith asked, bewildered.

Fiona shrugged. “You won't be faulted for not accepting the contract. And you'd be being asked to do some of our heaviest acting work. Working with an illusion on camera is incredibly difficult to make look natural. Nearly all of our other work is just with a specific pokemon. This is highly-specialized stuff in this contract."

“When do I have to answer by?"

“This afternoon at the latest, considering filming starts tomorrow. Personally, I'd wait as long as possible before you accept the contract. There will be a second email sent out to viable actors before the day is over, if no one has accepted. I'd wait until then," Fiona said confidently.

Keith frowned slightly. “Don't think I could do it?"

Fiona looked at him appraisingly, and then shrugged her shoulders. “Maybe you could, maybe you'd suck at it. You're definitely not my first choice for a replacement."

“I understand that," Keith said glumly, turning the tablet screen off and sliding it back into his bag. “Thanks for being honest."

“I am your boss," Fiona reminded with a slight grin, as she rose to her feet and headed back to the seat.

---

“Welcome to the Big Orange, kid," Fiona said.

Keith was gawping up at the buildings. Skyscrapers easily forty stories tall towered over them, casting long shadows over the beach. Hundreds of people milled here and there, absorbed in their own business, purchasing food from the shops on the waterfront. A few people sat on seats on the other side of the busy roadway, eating lunch while enjoying the ocean breeze. The brine of the seaside mixed with the scent of cooking fish and chips, while the general noise of the crowd was drowned out by passing buses and taxis.

“You're not in Kanto anymore," Fiona said with a giggle.

“You are a walking cliche," Keith groaned.

Fiona just giggled again. “C'mon, our building is up ahead."

“We have a building?" Keith asked, bewildered. “I thought we were a porn company?"

“We are," Fiona said cheerfully. “That doesn't mean we don't have an official headquarters!"

Keith frowned slightly, looking puzzled. “What… what is the building even for?"

“A bit of everything," Fiona admitted, scratching her chin with a dainty finger. “We have rooms for keeping pokemon between contracts, dens and whatnot. There are relaxation suites, a pokemon rescue and kitchen at the back of the building, rooms for our actors to stay in while they're in the city, oh, and a lot of infrastructure. At least five floors are taken up by server farms."

“Server farms?" Keith asked, leaning against a power pole to take the weight of the backpack off his shoulders while they waited for crossing.

“We run a few content servers worldwide," Fiona explained. “You'd be surprised how much a streaming service like ours takes up. You know those internet things where they show television programs to you for a small fee every month?"

Keith nodded.

“They're only possible because of businesses like our own! Porn makes the world go round. Without the demand for content streaming on the level of porn, there wouldn't have been enough innovation around video encoding and delivery systems for those kinds of services to exist for another decade or so! In fact, we actually lease out some of our bandwidth and content servers to those companies during the quieter months."

“Quieter months?" Keith asked, arching an eyebrow, as the crossing sign turned green and they started across the street.

“Porn demand, at least that featuring pokemon, actually fluctuates following predictable models. It's higher during the winter months, and lowest during spring. Ironically, it seems that during spring, everyone is too busy out actually screwing pokemon to bother paying to watch someone else do it. And then in winter, when it's cold and people spend more time inside, their minds wander. Usually to pokemon porn!" Fiona said happily, clapping her hands together. “It also coincides with a upswing in searches for fluffy pokemon. Flareon, ninetales"—Aleda gave a 'Nine!'—“Blaziken, braixen, arcanine, even eevee. All of the classics. Almost to the rate of a fifteen percent increase over regular searches."

Keith frowned thoughtfully. “You know a lot about all of this."

“I am one of the main characters around here, you know. Jerome might be more involved in administration, and acquiring new actors. But I'm very involved in the direction of the content created at Violet Enterprises. It's like being in the fashion business, really. I have to be quite aware of the new trends. For instance, there has been a lot of interest in legendary pokemon recently with that big CGI legendary pokemon movie, hence the reason why we're doing legendary pokemon specials. A lot of people are quite allured at the idea of screwing a legendary pokemon."

“So… what's the building like?" Keith asked.

“That one," Fiona said, pointing towards the end of the block.

“Which one?"

“The one that looks like all the others," Fiona said with a soft giggle. “Silver around the edges, 'bout forty stories tall?"

“I'll take your word for it. So it's just a regular building?" Keith asked carefully.

Fiona gave him a long look. “What are you afraid of?"

“I've seen those adult stores with the lingerie in the window and framed sex toys on the walls," Keith said bluntly. “I'm hoping it's not like that."

“We keep our storefront very clean. If you didn't know what type of company we were, you wouldn't guess it. At least by the foyeur. Once you go up a floor or two, there are no guarantees."

Keith arched an eyebrow.

“We're a porn company. If you don't come across a shoot in progress in one of our enclosed shooting spaces, then you might just run into some actor fucking his favorite pokemon in the hallway or in one of the conference rooms," Fiona said bluntly, smiling.

Keith blinked once.

“We're here!" Fiona said, before Keith could shape any more questions.

A large skyscraper rose before them, of very simple design. It looked like an office building. The windows were slightly more opaque than regular, so there was nothing but reflections of the city around to see in the windows. A pair of statues flanked the front door, raikou on the left, entei on the right, sitting in wait like guarding growlithes.

A pair of double doors opened into an entryway with a reception desk, chairs for waiting, and a board on the wall above the front desk, denoting floors and their various uses in extremely vague wording. A middle-aged woman sat behind the desk with a headset on, reading a magazine.

Fiona stepped inside without hesitation, and Keith followed after her uncertainly. Once inside, he paused, feeling the hairs on his neck standing up. He looked left, and found a giant machamp staring at him impassively. He leaped backwards in surprise, and then spotted the second one by the other door.

“Sweet arceus you're huge," he muttered, taking a step back from the machamp. It smirked and flexed two of its four arms at him, showing wildly bulging muscles.

“She likes you," Fiona said candidly.

Keith stared with wide eyes. “S-she?" he squeaked.

“C'mon, we're due in a meeting with our security screener," Fiona said, motioning towards the elevators towards the back.

“You're free to go through, Miss Fiona," the receptionist said with a smile.

Fiona grasped Keith's backpack and almost dragged him towards the elevator. “We're late," she emphasised. “You do not keep her waiting."

Keith huffed slightly, but allowed himself to be steered into the elevator. Fiona waiting for Aleda to slip inside before she hit the button for the fourth floor. The doors closed, and corny elevator music came to life.

After a short ride, Fiona dragged him out into the hallway and towards the corner of the building, to a large corner office where an alakazam sat on a beanbag chair, observing what appeared to be a security station setup. Various screens showed metrics on the building, documents, notes, video feeds, the lot. The view outside was half city, half oceanside, and was quite spectacular.

The alakazam looked up, and her eyes narrowed at Keith. She made a motion for him to enter with a hand holding a silver spoon.

Keith gave Fiona an uncertain stare.

“Don't keep her waiting," Fiona said with a bright smile.

Frowning, Keith stepped into the office, moving towards the alakazam's workstation. The room was surprisingly sparse and empty. He stopped awkwardly in front of her.

The alakazam lifted a hand, palm-up, and one of her spoons levitated upwards, hoving between them, surrounded by an odd blue light.

“Her name is 'Cassandra'," Fiona said from behind him. “Just look into her eyes. And answer my question."

Keith tilted his head, but looked into the alakazam's eyes.

“Why are you here?"

“You asked me to be here," Keith said blankly. Immediately, his eyes started to water and he was overcome with a strange dizziness. Fiona caught him before he could fall, and he sagged into her arms weakly while the room spun around him.

“We cool?" Fiona asked.

“W-what?" Keith asked, confused, before he realised that Fiona was asking the alakazam the question.

Cassandra waved a hand dismissively. “Zam."

Fiona hefted Keith's weight, and then led him back outside, seating him on one of the couches in the hallway. “Rest here, I'll get your some water."

Keith just groaned in response, and then sagged over the couch, weakly taking his backpack off and pushing it onto the floor, not even caring if the tablet inside it was damaged by the fall.

“Nine," Aleda said, concerned.

“I'm cool, just… dizzy," Keith muttered, resting his head on the arm of the couch.

“Nine," Aleda added with a shake of her head.

It was a few moments of utter silence before Keith realised there were muffled noises coming from the office he was laying in front of. The door was right next to the couch, witrhin arm's reach. Quiet, stifled little 'vee!'s that repeated with a very rhythmic noise, but muffled and incoherent like the eevee making the noises had their mouth gagged.

Keith felt a certain sense of dread rising in him as he reached up and pushed on the door. It wasn't locked or even pushed entirely closed, and silently swung inwards.

A couch made of some shiny black material sat against one wall, and three people were on it. Two humans, and one eevee.

The eevee was on her back, laid back against the couch with her hindlegs spread and one of the two men between her thighs, visibly stretching tight eevee pussy around him while the other man kneeled on the couch, leaning over her and fucking her cute little brown face with urgent motions.

It was obviously towards the 'end' of proceedings, as all three of them were working and thrusting in jerky, rapid fashion.

Keith was transfixed, unable to look away, as the man at her muzzle buried his cock in nice and deep and grasped between her ears, holding her against him as he jerked and quivered visibly. A sticky gush of white mess spilled from the corners of her muzzle, and she gave a muffled 'vee!' of delight as her little muzzle and throat were pumped full of human spunk. With a gasp, the man pulled back, giving the eevee room to breathe as he aimed the rest of his load at her little face.

With a needy 'veeeee!', the eevee leaned forwards and gasped his cock with both paws, giving a flurry of eager licks to his tip, just making an even bigger mess of herself as ropes of white splashed over her cheeks and muzzle.

A few moments later, the man between her legs buried himself balls-deep in her tight brown body, and gasped and grunted in delight as he filled her to the brim. Even before he was done, gushes of gooey white were spilling out over the eevee's thighs and down the base of her tail, making a mess of the fluffy brown fur.

One of his hands disappeared between their bodies, and apparently started rubbing at her clit, before a moment later, the eevee arched up and cried out, giving a few more audible 'VEE!' of delight and quivering and shaking between them both, tailtip flicking this way and that as her forepaws pushed firmly up against his chest and her messy little muzzle worked in cries of delight.

A few moments of resting later, and the eevee wiggled out from between them, panting and licking her lips, giving a slow little stretch. She paused then, her gaze wandering to the door, and then fixing directly on Keith's eyes.

Keith swallowed thickly, and quickly dropped back down onto the couch, pretending like he hadn't been watching.

“Vee!" came the call from right at the door.

Keith uncertainly looked over the edge of the couch.

With a sly little grin, the messy-faced eevee looked up at him, and then turned around, her tail giving a slow, showy little flick back and forth before she bent over and lifted it up into the air, revealing well-used, drooling eevee cunny to Keith's gaze.

Keith could only stare as the little vee slipped a paw back, giving a slow rub up the length of the well-used entrance, and then smirking at him over her shoulder as she 'vee!'d again teasingly at him and then snapped the door closed with one of her hindpaws.

“Our editors," Fiona said from right behind Keith.

Keith just about jumped out of his skin.

“Probably got worked up by a scene they're editing and I know for fact their little 'vee is more than happy enough to help them 'relieve some stress'," Fiona said matter-of-factly, holding out a paper cup for Keith.

Keith took the cup, and swallowed down the water in two solid gulps, sitting up straighter in his seat and blinking up at Fiona. “What was that?"

“That was a very messy eevee, from what I saw,?" Fiona said with a giggle.

Keith squinted at her. “I mean with the alakazam!"

“Oh? Cassandra has that effect on new members. She's our security screener. She's caught quite a few plants. Either from rival companies or police undercover operatives," Fiona said simply.

“Why?" Keith asked uncertainly. “Why are you so worried about the cops? Isn't this all legal?"

“Completely," Fiona said. “But we'd rather not have any question about our employees' loyalty. If the police really think we're doing anything duplicitous, they can go through the proper channels to investigate us."

“So she… what did she do to me?" Keith asked, picking up his backpack and holding it in his lap.

“Basically had a look inside your mind as you answered. She's not very good at it. No pokemon really is. She sort of 'brute forced' her way into your mind for a few moments. Just to see if you were telling the truth."

“That's creepy as fuck," Keith said flatly.

Fiona shrugged. “Well she doesn't need to do it again. Now that you've been vetted, you're a part of the company officially!"

Keith rubbed his forehead with a palm. “Okay, so, what's this all entail?"

“You can have a small office here somewhere if you wish. It'll double as your living space. Or you can go on a tour of the world and fuck pokemon as you go. Or you can go home and just do your own thing and travel out where you need to go when a contract comes in. The one that nets the most work is the travelling one. We've always got scenes on the go at various places. Staying here at the company will involve a lot more paperwork and drudgery, and you'll be expected to participate in a lot of in-house shoots with pokemon. Not as interesting, but you'll earn more money than just running around the world hoping for contracts considering you won't be paying for travel costs! And it's pretty steady work. The one where you go work at home will be most costly for the company, which eats directly into your profits and means you get less work."

Keith rubbed his forehead. “Arceus, that's a big choice."

“I suggest you stick around here for now. You don't have to choose just yet. If you ask our editors nicely, and if she's interested, you could totally get that eevee alone for a few hours sometime, too," Fiona said with a knowledgeable nod. “She's quite the nympho."

Keith balked, feeling heat rising to his cheeks. “I-I would n-ne…" he trailed off, biting his tongue for a moment, blood rushing in his ears as he threw caution to the winds. “A-actually… i-if… if she wanted to…"

Fiona giggled, and Aleda gave an incredibly disapproving 'Nine!'

---

The 'office' Keith was staying in on the tenth floor looked more like a hotel room. It had everything he had come to expect from a hotel room. Air conditioner, double-bed, a bench with cooking appliances, a sink, a small fridge, a cupboard containing an ironing rack and iron, a walk-in bathroom/toilet combination, a second smaller bed for pokemon to sleep on, the lot.

However, one side of the room was given over to the actual 'office'. A desk with a rigid chair to sit in, a couch for visitors, and a workstation with a powerful-looking desktop PC sitting on it and a dock for his tablet to sit in. Unlike a hotel room, there were no chocolates on the pillow or wine in the fridge. Instead, there was a small bottle of lubricant and one drawer filled with shrink-wrapped sex toys. Dildos, vibrators, and some things that Keith couldn't even fathom the usage of.

He amused himself for a fair while by playing a strange pornopgraphy-laced game on the PC, that involved simple tile-matching that grew gradually more complex, with a score that increased the lewdness of the image in the background. Keith had, somewhat predictably, chosen the ninetales background. There were over a dozen, with a work-in-progress screen showing a link to an internal network ID that would allow whoever clicked it to submit a contract for adding a new pokemon to the lineup.

The first scene of the ninetales was very simple, just her staring at the camera. As the score rose higher, she started licking a white popsicle of some kind, melting the ice over her black tongue. After a few thousand score, the picture changed to the ninetales actively fellating the ice block. And then it was an image of her 'presenting', bent over with her tails in the air. It was around that point that Keith got too distracted by the background image to pay attention, and failed entirely, causing the game to reset back to the simple image of the ninetales staring at the camera.

“Is that you?" Keith asked, motioning towards the screen.

Aleda looked up, lifting her head off her paws and perking her ears, and then gave a 'nine' of such condescension that he just cleared his throat and turned back to the game.

It wasn't until a few minutes later that he was interrupted by a beep from his tablet, which he had placed in the dock. A new email had come in, from Violet Enterprises.

It was a follow-up to the email from that morning, for the suicune shoot. Nobody had volunteered yet.

With an uncertain frown, Keith opened up the reply box, wrote down his details and location, and then sent it through.

It took less than a half-an-hour to get a response. A very official-looking contract attachment, a ferry ticket, and very short message.

9AM sharp

Bring your A-game

---

Keith was still barely awake when the ferry slid into port. Aleda poked him with a paw, and he started to a more awake frame of mind, blinking slightly and giving a little grumble. It was cold, with wind coming in off the water and salty sprays swelling up. The overcast sky was lazily threatening rain, with distant thunder rumbling in the air.

Keith pulled a jacket with a very subtle 'Violet Enterprises' logo on the shoulder tighter around himself, trying to ward off the wind.

Romero, who had filmed Keith and Aleda on the cruise ship, was standing on the dock in a big parka, hands in his pockets. He took one hand out and waved Keith over. “Ey!"

Keith stamped his feet slightly to regain proper feeling in them, and stepped awkwardly off the ferry onto the dock. “We have a car waiting," Romero said with a faint smile. “Good to see you again, though. Didn't think it'd be so soon."

“If I knew it was going to be weather like this, I wouldn't have accepted," Keith said miserably.

Aleda gave a lazy 'nine' and a stretch, completely nonplussed by the cold. Keith gave her a dirty look.

“The director isn't too happy about the temperature, either," Romero admitted, making a motion towards a trail nearby with a hired car sitting on it. “Jump in, the set is a little ways away."

---

The 'set' was a literal ice cave dug into the bank along the shoreline. It looked like a recent excavation, as there were some kind of claw marks in the sand around the entrance, likely from whatever pokemon had dug the cave itself. The temperature dropped even further, and a pale icy mist wafted out of the cave steadily.

A large black bus stood nearby, with the same subtle Violet Enterprise logo on the side as Keith's jacket.

“This is a joke, right?" Keith asked blankly.

Romero shook his head. “I'm afraid not!"

“Nine," Aleda stated, planting her rump and then curling up lazily on the back seat of the car.

“Oh, you'll follow me anywhere but this is where you draw the line?" Keith asked, looking at her over his shoulder.

Aleda nodded simply. “Tales."

Keith grumbled, and then slipped out of the car, heading towards the entrance of the cave with a certain amount of trepidation.

Once inside, it was even colder, and he shivered slightly as he headed down a curved walkway, coming out in a rather fancy ice-cave cavern. The ceiling was only a few metres tall, with a large rock in the centre seemingly set up specifically as a centre-piece. Pristine ice walls glimmered with frosted reflections, with sparkling stalactites hanging from the ceiling, occasionally dripping a single clear droplet of moisture to the cold, icy floor of the cave.

Keith shivered slightly and pulled his jacket tighter around his shoulders. A man in a large winter parka and a pair of very thick pants, with sandy blonde hair and a pair of black glasses was standing at the bottom of the tunnel leading into the cave itself, with a spray bottle filled with some clear liquid.

“Come on down!" he called.

Keith staggered down the length of the tunnel, finding the walkway slippery and his legs a little stiff from the cold. “Sweet Arceus it's cold in here."

“Isn't it amazing?" the man asked, grinning. He extended his hand, “I'm Marcus, one of the best producers in the entire industry."

Shaking Marcus' hand, Keith wasn't entirely sure if the note of pride in his voice was creepy or not.

“I'm kinda… new," Keith admitted. “But nobody else was accepting the contract, so here I am."

Marcus looked him up and down carefully, and then shrugged. “You should do fine. If you fuck up too much, we can always edit it out or just illusion in someone less awkward."

“Why do you need an actor at all, then?"

“It's like watching two robots trying to fuck. Mechanical and ugly. A clumsy human is far more appealing to watch."

“Thanks for the confidence boost," Keith grumbled.

“No problem," Marcus said without a single trace of sarcasm. “We're just waiting on the others."

Keith nodded and busied himself walking in place to keep the cold from getting to him. After a minute or so, Romero came walking down the tunnel, with Jewel, the lopunny Keith had met on the cruise ship, in tow.

“Ey, Marcus, I don't see Zaria anywhere, is she in her box already?" Romero asked, while Jewel narrowed her eyes at Keith and licked her lips in anticipation.

Marcus shrugged. “I haven't seen her all morning. Did you check the trailer?"

“Nah man, I'll check," Romero said, pivoting and starting back up the length of the tunnel.

“Box?" Keith asked of Marcus.

Marcus nodded. “It's what we call her isolation chamber. She's the best illusionist we've ever seen, but she requires absolutely no interruptions or distractions to keep a perfect facade up. Usually, she picks a spot in the area and cocoons herself in some kind of illusion. Like a rock or a part of the ice wall, the same was zoroarks protect their dens in the wild."

“Oh, cool," Keith said. “Is there anything I should know about screwing an illusion pokemon?"

“Zaria is pretty good with newcomers," Marcus said thoughtfully. “I'd generally have to tell you not to put your weight on the illusion, make sure all of your thrusts are at a generally upwards angle, otherwise your hips would 'phase' through, that kind of thing. But Zaria is very good at illusioning. If you do something dumb like that, she'll correct it with her illusions."

“What's it going to feel like?" Keith asked uncertainly.

“If she liked you? The best thing you ever felt. If she doesn't, it's going to feel like fucking a rusty cheese-grater filled with angry skorupi."

Keith shuddered at that mental image. “Don't piss off the zoroark," he made a note to himself.

“Ey!" Romero called from the top of the tunnel, looking out. “She's here."

A moment later, a large silhouette appeared in the brightness of the cave entrance, resolving itself to a blue, white and purple pokemon as it started to stride down the length of the ice tunnel, large paws softly padding against the ice. She had no problem with slipping at all, but Keith realised that that was likely because she wasn't exactly real.

Lack of reality hardly diminished the pokemon's presence, however. That long, luxurious purple mane cascaded down her back, red eyes gleamed in the darkness, and her elegant ribbons lightly swirled in the air on either side of her shoulders. It was like being in the room with a celebrity. And they knew it.

“Holy shit, Zaria is good at what she does," Keith said, half in actual awe and half in an attempt to make the shoot an enjoyable experience through pure flattery.

The illusory suicune turned and stared at him, red eyes narrowing slowly.

Keith froze, his breath catching in his throat, not quite able to look away as the suicune seemed to look through him, examining his very soul. He was suddenly acutely aware of how large the pokemon was. She had to look down to hold his gaze. She was huge. And somehow, even though he knew that she was an illusion, that scared him.

The suicune looked away, and Keith sucked in a breath, giving another little shiver that wasn't entirely from the cold.

“Well, shall we get started then?" Marcus asked, clapping his hands with a grin.

The suicune brushed past Keith, and he was amazed against her size, and also the fidelity of Zaria's illusion. It was absolutely perfect. The fur was soft, and plush, she exuded a faint warmth like something would were it alive. Her muscles rippled under her fur, her mane waved, her paws grasped at the ice as she moved, and he could even see her reflection in the frosted ice she was walking over.

“Okay, suicune in the centre, on the rock, Keith, you're coming in. You're an explorer, lured here by the suicune's teasing. You've been tempted by visions of her in the distance for weeks and now you're finally finding her, now, positions!"

Keith awkwardly stepped over to the entrance of the cave, while Romero set up his steady-cam and Marcus carefully stepped behind him. Jewel stood behind them all, quiet and in the background, but definitely there, watching, waiting like a persian ready to pounce.

The suicune meanwhile, stepped over to the flat rock in the middle of the room, sniffing haughtily and then clambering atop it and just half-sprawling over it. The rock was in no way small, but her large form covered the entire thing, from one end to the other. She looked back over her shoulder at the camera, and then snorted and changed her stance, deliberately pulling a hindleg forward to expose herself.

Keith got his first proper glimpse of suicune pussy, with that large entrance laid bare right before him, soft teal flesh entirely visible to both himself and the camera. He almost felt his mouth start to water, and the desire rose in him to press his fingers inside, so he could see what it felt like. And then he wondered what it would actually feel like? Fingering an illusion?

Pushing the thought out of his mind, Keith stepped back to the edge of the ice cave, and then waited.

“C'mon!"Marcus called.

Keith stepped into the ice cave, and wandered down the length of it, looking up at the suicune. “Wooow…"

“Okay, holy shit, cut," Marcus said brusquely. “Go back and do that again and this time be an adult finding a Suicune in a cave and not an edgy teen finding his father's stash of porn."

---

Six entire attempts later, and Keith finally 'nailed' it, with Marcus calling a stop to proceedings. Even the illusory suicune looked impatient, fidgeting slightly, rubbing her paws over the rock in annoyance, ribbons swaying this way and that.

“Okay, now we need the suicune to tempt him over. He's a little bit shy, uncertain. Advertise to him, Zaria. Make him want the suicune. Seduce him with her. Keith, I want you to be wary and uncertain. You're looking at a suicune. You're not even sure she's real."

Keith nodded, and then returned to the entrance of the cave, at the end of the tunnel, waiting.

“Begin," Marcus said, steepling his fingers and watching intently.

Keith took another step forwards, and the suicune gave a lazy arch, looking back at him over her shoulder.

Keith made quite a show of swallowing, tilting his head slightly to make the swallow easier. “I-I… w-why did you appear before me?"

“Sui," she purred, staring at him over her shoulder and then giving another slow arch of her back, deliberately spreading her hindlegs further and exposing herself to him more. Keith had to try quite hard not to glance at Romero as he saw the cameraman step closer to the suicune to get a good shot of that.

Instead, he let his eyes travel down the suicune's form, and then jerk back to her eyes when he reached that delightfully soft-looking entrance, as though he was ashamed to be looking. “W-what?"

“Sui!" she repeated, rising to all fours and then stepping down off the rock, turning towards him and stalking over closer. “Suicune!"

Keith hesitantly lifted a hand, covering his mouth with his other and lightly touching her nose. “A-are you even real?" he asked in a hushed tone.

“Sui," Suicune growled, nipping at his fingers in rebuke to his question. Keith jerked his hand back in surprise.

That actually hurt!

Before he could shape any thought in his head, the suicune grabbed him by his hips and tugged him to the right, pushing him against the ice wall and holding him there with her weight, leaning in until her nose was almost touching his own. “Sui…"

Keith could smell her breath. It was like some kind of peppermint mixed with aloe, and it was so blindingly fresh that it made his eyes water. He tried to process how exactly Zaria was doing all of this, but he was cut off by the illusory suicune shoving her tongue into his mouth.

He blinked a little bit, squirming, held quite firmly in place by the illusion, her tongue pushing his jaws apart with its thickness while not being entirely unpleasant in taste. After a few moments, he stopped struggling, and relaxed into it, lifting a hand to rest on her mane.

Suicune pulled back after a few more moments, licking her lips and then tilting her head slightly to one side, eying him curiously.

“What… what are you asking me?" Keith asked uncertainly.

“Sui…" she said, a note of danger in her tone.

“Y-yes, I enjoyed it!" Keith squeaked. “I just… I don't know why you're… with me? You can't…"

The suicune gave him a long, annoyed stare, and then promptly turned around, dropping her shoulders to the floor and arching her rump upwards, spreading her hindlegs to reveal that teal entrance to him again, this time from only a metre or two away. “Sui," she stated, putting some emphasis on the word. An order.

Hesitantly, Keith lifted a hand. “D-do you… do you want me to touch?"

“Sui!" Suicune growled impatiently, stamping a hindleg.

Keith shivered slightly, and then took a fumbling step forwards, almost ending up on his ass on the slippery floor, having to steady himself with a hand on the suicune's rump. His other hand swept up between her hindlegs, feeling the incredibly, amazingly soft fur and flesh of her inner thighs, all the way up to that soft blue suicune cunt. He let his thumb drift over her clit, giving a deliberate little rub and press. His other fingers found her outer lips, and he spread her open deliberately, parting outer lips to reveal teal flesh deep inside.

The suicune gave a little shudder and a contented growl, her ribbons stiffening and flicking with each new sensation of his fingers pressing against her. Her paws dug into the ice, and when he gave a deliberate rub against her clit, he heard the telltale sound of crackling ice as her claws extended into it.

Zaria's illusion was amazing.

Frowning slightly to himself, Keith grasped her large hips, and then leaned forwards, ducking down slightly to plant a little kiss on her outer lips, trailing down to her clit to suckle lazily. She arched up and quivered slightly, and a trickle of her liquids graced his tongue.

Keith tasted some kind of mint, strong and potent, almost like toothpaste in how much it made his tongue tingle. He blinked slightly at the odd sensation, wondering why Zaria had chosen that as the taste, but shrugged inwardly, returning to suckling softly at her clit.

The suicune arched against him, pushing her hips up a little bit, and he squeezed her rump harder, smirking against her and then dragging a long, eager lick right up the length of that large entrance, swirling his tongue against her and threatening to sink it inside.

“S-sui!" suicune gasped, a long shiver passing down her form, before she growled and turned around suddenly, butting him rather powerfully in the chest with her head. “Suicune!"

Keith blinked down at her uncertainly. “I-I was giving you what you wanted!"

“Suuuicune…" she crooned, lifted a paw and grasping at his pants, tugging at them. “Sui."

Keith felt heat rising in his cheeks at her request, but he complied readily, grasping the front of his pants, undoing the button and sliding the zip down, freeing his penis.

“Cut," Marcus said, and Keith just about jumped out of his skin, suddenly realising he was standing in front of two other men with his shrivelled cock in his hand. “Jewel, take care of this," Marcus said, making a motion with a hand.

“Pun!" Jewel said happily, bouncing towards Keith.

Keith tilted his head slightly down at the rabbit pokemon. “Uh… hi."

“Lopun!" Jewel exclaimed, grasping his hip with one of her little paws, while the other warm paw grasped his cock, giving it a little squeeze and fondle. “Pun."

“So, this is what you do, then?" Keith said awkwardly.

“Lopunny!" Jewel responded happily, nodding once, large ears flopping.

Without any hesitation, she grasped his cock in both of her soft, warm paws, and started to work it up and down with an expert motion, staring up at him with huge red eyes. She leaned in, and gave his tip a little lick, and then a brush of her lips, making him gasp slightly with the contact.

“Punny!" Jewel purred, as he starting to firm up in her paws. Without warning, she leaned forwards and engulfed him, just sliding his entire cock into her muzzle, warm exhalations tickling against his pubic hair as her tongue gave a lazy press and grind along the underside of his thickening cock.

With an eager rumble, she started to bob, sliding back to his tip and feathering him with a flurry of eager, velvety-soft licks.

“F-fuck," Keith gasped, one of his hands automatically finding the back of Jewel's head, almost grinding his hips towards that lovely tongue and mouth. “You're good at that."

“Pun!" came the muffled response, as she started to bob and work, tongue flicking against his tip in an almost urgent, hungry fashion. In seconds, Keith was hard in her mouth, groaning slightly as he felt her silken-soft tongue slathering those flicking licks over his tip between bobs.

Beside her, Suicune was watching with interest, nose following the motions of the lopunny's movement like a spectator at a tennis match.

Jewel lifted her paws again, grasping the base of his cock and starting to work them up and down in counterpoint to her bobbing, even beginning to tilt her head from one side to the other as she bobbed. She also started to suckle; powerful, rolling suckles like she was trying to deliberately coax his cum up out of his balls and into her hungry muzzle.

“Puuuun.." she ruimbled around her mouthful, bobbing and suckling eagerly, sinking him all the way into the back of her throat and swallowing around his tip with a deliberate intent.

“F-fuck me," Keith panted, giving a lazy thrust into her mouth. “I'm good now, you can stop."

“Pun," Jewel said with a slight shake of her head, redoubling her efforts, bobbing even faster now, tongue giving an urgent flurry of sensual swirls and lathering all around his tip with expert motions.

“N-no… stop!" Keith panted, his grip tightening on the back of her head. “I-I'll cum!"

“Lopunny!" Jewel purred hungrily, one of her dainty little paws slipping into his pants to fondle his balls while she looked up at him, giving him a lusty stare.

Keith bit his bottom lip, and then grabbed both of her ears in one hand, his other finding her cheek, tugging her off his cock forcefully. The eager lopunny came off his cock with an audible 'pop!' of suction, and his cock throbbed violently in the air in front of her nose, almost ready to burst. He quickly edged away from the lopunny, trying to catch his breath, while she gave a quick little lick at the air in front of his cock, trying, but failing to reach it.

“Pun." Jewel crossed her arms, fuming, staring up at him. “Lopunny."

Keith gave an exasperated sound, looking to Romero and Marcus for advice. They both just shrugged their shoulders.

“Now, tuck yourself back in your pants and let's do that scene again!" Marcus said.

Keith grumbled slightly at the lopunny, releasing her ears. She looked as though she was considering diving back down for his cock, but she turned away and bounced back over to stand behind Marcus.

“Sui?" Suicune asked, staring at him.

Keith nodded slightly, pulling his pants back up, closing them over his now-hard cock.

“Suuui…" she purred, giving the bulge in his pants a little rub with a paw, smirking at him.

“Okay, back from the top," Marcus said.

The suicune looked him up and down, and then reached up with her paw again, tugging at his pants.

Keith gave her a long look, and then reached down, undoing the button at the front of his pants. The zipper almost exploded open with the weight of his stiff erection, and it bumped against the suicune's paw.

“Cuuune…" she breathed, leaning down. Her diamond-shaped crest bumped against his chest, and he lifted a hand automatically to rest on it. She glowered up at him ominously, but allowed it, turning her attention back to his cock.

Her nose bumped against the tip of his length, and it bobbed slightly, making the suicune snuff a little giggle, and then drag a single, vibrant lick against him.

Keith stiffened up slightly, toes curling slightly at the sensation of that warm, broad tongue slathering against the head of his cock. It made it tingle, just the tiniest amount, a strange, not unpleasant sensation.

“Suiii," she purred, closing soft lips around his tip and giving an enthusiastic, if a little bit misguided bob of her head, bumping his chest rather harder than necessary with her crest. Keith pressed against her crest a little harder with his hand, grunting slightly.

“Y-you… you want it in your mouth?" Keith stammered for the camera.

The suicune stared up at him with a look of condescension that forcibly reminded Keith of a look Aleda had given him recently.

Taking the look as permission, Keith grasped her crest with both hands, leaning forwards slightly and starting to lightly rock his hips into her muzzle.

A low, eager purr rumbled up out of the suicune's throat, and vibrated against the head of his cock each time he sank inside. She was so large that he could slide in as deep as he wanted and just grind over the lovely soft expanse of the back of her tongue, only barely threatening the back of her throat.

Once more, Keith was blown away by Zaria's illusion.

“Yes, good!" Marcus said, smiling. “Fuck her mouth until you cum. But, warn her before you do. Zaria, I want her to open up nice and wide for it. I want the camera to see it."

Keith resisted the urge to turn and look at Marcus, and instead focused on the much more pleasurable distraction of the large, moist suicune tongue intimately hugging the bottom of his cock.

Soft exhalations washed over his stomach and crotch as he humped into the suicune's muzzle, grinding his stiff cock against her tongue with eager little motions. It was incredible to think he was muzzlefucking an illusion. She felt so incredibly real. From the smooth surface of her crest, the sensation of warm exhalations blowing against his lower belly, the whisper of her mane against his clothes and the slick wetness of her tingling saliva coating him. It really did feel exactly like he was humping a suicune's mouth.

Eager little hums rolled from the suicune's muzzle as Keith continued to grind deep inside, working in until he felt her lips kissing around the base of his cock each time. Occasionally, she would swallow, causing her tongue to push up against his cock, making his next grinding thrust into her mouth all the tighter and more intense.

With a slight adjustment of his stance, Keith felt he cock start to grind along the roof of her mouth with each firm thrust, the ridges there stimulating him in new and enticing ways.

“F-fuck…" he panted against her crest. “I-I'm gonna…"

A low growl left the suicune, and she closed her muzzle down over him even harder, consuming him with the wet suckling sensation of soft tongue and muzzle all around him.

Keith panted hard through his nose, leaning against the illusory suicune and started to hump into the tight suction of her sweet mouth all the more intently.

An eager bobbing started from the suicune, muzzle pulling back and then pressing forwards, while one of her paws lifted to cradle his rump, holding him in place so that each eager bob of her suckling muzzle buried right to his base. Her tongue curled over his cock, and she suckled at him almost urgently, huffing warm exhalations against his stomach as she worked to coax out his orgasm.

Keith grasped her crest in one hand, while his other found her luxurious silky-soft mane, wending fingertips through it as he jerked and stiffened in more ways than one, cock starting to throb urgently. He grunted slightly, and the first burst of his spunk splashed directly over the back of her tongue.

With an eager growl, the suicune tilted her head back, muzzle opening wide, tongue cradling the base of his cock and pointing it upwards. The next splash of his cum splattered over the roof of her mouth, spreading across it and painting the upper portion of her mouth white with cum, before it started to drip down. The next heavy gush was far too much to ignore gravity, and it messily dripped and gushed down over her tongue and started pooling at the back of her throat.

Keith grunted, hips jerking slightly, held in place by her powerful paw as he pumped loads of his spunk over the back of her tongue and throat, until it started to overflow and drool from the corners of her mouth like the most x-rated pokemon fountain ever.

After a few more moments, the suicune swallowed, letting the camera see all that gooey mess be taken down her throat, before closing her lips back over his cock and giving it a lazy, eager little suckle. Keith grunted once more at the sensation on his over-stimulated cock, rising to his tiptoes with his hips arching away from her muzzle. “Mnf… s-stop… sensitive!"

The suicune looked up at him and gave a single derisive snort, pulling back with another swirl of her tongue against his tip to clean him.

“Okay, perfect!" Marcus said, clapping his hands happily. “Now, Zaria, Suicune goes back on the rock, and Keith, I want you to stand beside it and fuck her stupid."

Keith was leaning back against the wall, and gave Marcus a bewildered stare. “I'm not… I just finished!"

Marcus clicked his fingers in Keith's direction. “Jewel, work your magic."

Keith's eyes widened slightly as Jewel bounced towards him eagerly, paws grasping his hips as she stared up at him impishly. “Pun!" she cooed.

“Oh please don't," Keith whimpered, making a motion to shield his cock from the lopunny, shaking his head.

“Pun!" Jewel reasoned, holding his gaze. She gave a flirtatious wink, and then blew him a kiss, and then dove down to his softening cock, tongue grinding giving a flurry of eager swipes across him.

Keith's toes curled, and he frowned deeply, hands finding the back of her ears and hips arching up towards her as he started to stiffen again.

“All of our fluffers can do this," Marcus said, smiling slightly. “Should have warned you, I guess. We've found that there's a certain pokemon 'move' out there that allows males to skip the refractory period."

“Re-reffuuuuck…." Keith melted, giving a slow grind of hips against the lopunny's muzzle, pulling her in against him with a soft little gasp, grinding his tip against the back of her throat.

“The period of time after sex when men usually go to sleep. Some men can skip it entirely just because, but 'attract' lets our fluffers do it to you at will. I'd be careful with Jewel. She's a bit of a nympho," marcus said conversationally. “She'll make you blow in her mouth with the full knowledge that she can get you hard again in a few seconds. Put one of our actors in hospital with heatstroke that way one time."

Keith stared down at Jewel, and she just winked up at him, smiling around her mouthful of cock, and starting to bob harder and faster, tongue grinding and swirling over him in delightful little motions.

“Mrf, no, stop," he panted, pulling the lopunny off his cock with a gentle pair of hands.

“Pun!" Jewel almost hissed, returning to his cock, pushing his hands away and suckling at him eagerly, feathering his tip with a flurry of little licks.

“Stop!" Keith growled, grasping her muzzle again and forcefully pulling her off his cock, quickly taking a step away so she couldn't return to him again. “I'm not… I've never done that before. You can't just expect me to go three times in one shoot!" he panted down at the lopunny.

Jewel gave him a venomous stare, and then stomped back over to Marcus, turning to face him again, arms crossed, face stony.

Panting slightly to catch his breath, Keith turned his attention back to the suicune. She had arranged herself over the rock once more, this time more or less straddling it entirely, rump at the edge of it and powerful paws holding on around the front. She looked at him over her shoulder.

Keith took a few fumbling steps forwards, glancing at Marcus, who just nodded. He carefully stepped over to the suicune, grasping her rump for balance, stepping up until he was standing directly behind her, almost at the perfect height to just bury himself in that inviting teal suicune pussy.

“Zaria, roll her onto her side, please," Marcus said.

With a huff, the suicune rolled onto her side, one hindleg lifting into the air, the other parallel to the ground. In this new position, she was at the perfect height for Keith to just sink inside, and he stepped forwards again, laying his stiff cock against her inner thigh and slipping a thumb down to lazily rub along that soft teal flesh. “It's my turn to please you…" he murmured reverently, lightly spreading her open with his thumb.

With a shift of his hips, he changed angle and pushed his tip against that soft, teal flesh, leaning over her and grinding forwards.

Instantly, soft, gripping flesh consumed him, squeezing around every single millimetre of his length that it could find. She was warm down there, but not quite as warm as Amber and definitely nothing like Aleda. She was slick, gripping and soft, like sinking into heated, moist silk.

“Fuuuuck…" he hissed between clenched teeth, pausing halfway inside her.

The suicune turned and lifted her head, giving him with a sly little smirk.

Keith bit his bottom lip, and then finished sinking inside her, legs shaking slightly as he buried himself in her to the root, every last inch of his cock buried inside. His arms automatically wrapped around her hindleg, holding it against his chest for balance as he panted against the fur of her inner calf.

“Now fuck her!" Marcus ordered.

Leaning forwards slightly, Keith drew back a few inches, and then shoved himself back inside her, almost going dizzy with the silken sensation of the softest flesh he had ever felt squeezing and coaxing around his tip. It was more than heavenly, it was positively divine.

With just a few thrusts, he felt her liquids starting to spill from around his intrusion, clear, pure suicunejuice that coated him in a slick film, easing his intrusion into those surprisingly tight depths.

Firm, powerful humps rocked the suicune back and forth just the tiniest amount, each of his movements making her hindlegs twitch and her forepaws squeeze at the rock a little more intently. Her ribbons twitched and swirled, visibly quivering with each thrust of Keith's hips as he buried himself to the very base in that suckling suicune cunt.

“Enough!" Marcus called.

Keith slowed his thrusts, looking back over his shoulder with a deep frown.

“Position change," Marcus explained.

Keith sighed slightly, but pulled back, cock throbbing in the cold air as it was removed from the liquid warmth of the suicune's tight teal cunt.

“Roll her over onto her stomach again, Zaria," Marcus said, moving towards the rock, holding the spray bottle Keith had noticed earlier. He had a towel in his other hand, and began spraying some water directly onto the rock and then 'polishing' it with the towel. He inspected his craftsmanship, and then made a motion, beckoning the suicune closer. “Come lay with your pussy above this reflective bit."

The suicune gave him a haughty, derisive stare.

“I know you enjoy method-acting, but I'm cold, I'm horny, and I want this over with. I'm pretty sure Keith does, too. Now, here," he said, clicking his fingers impatiently.

The suicune grumbled, but did as asked, shuffling back towards the spot indicated.

“A few inches further," Marcus ordered.

She shuffled back even further, until Marcus made a motion for her to stop. “Good, good. This is perfect. Romero, come here and see if the camera can see her in the reflection."

Romero moved forwards as well, and moved the camera into position, giving a thoughtful hum. “Ay, it seems fine."

“Good, perfect. Now, when Keith blows his load in her, I want you to hold the camera on the reflection until the first drops splash on it, and then pan up to get a good view of the creampie," Marcus said conversationally.

Keith felt his cheeks burning with embarrassment at the casual nature of his words, while Romero just nodded.

“Now, Keith, fuck her as hard as you want, finish inside. Thing is, we want some of the mess drooling out. I don't know if you'll really have it in you to make that big a mess the second time, but you absolutely are not allowed to just hold yourself an inch or so inside when you finish. That is the most hacky bullshit these amateurs do in porn these days. I want you to fuck her while you're cumming, okay?"

Keith nodded blankly. “Shallowly?"

“As deep as you can go. Be a little rough. Make sure some of it dribbles out. Grunt or yell as much as you need to, we can dub in proper sound effects later."

Nodding again, Keith stepped back up behind the suicune, giving an awkward smile. “Ready for a uhm…" he coughed and cleared his throat. “A uh… creampie?"

The suicune stared at him for a long moment, and then arched her rump a tiny bit higher into the air.

Keith took that as an invitation, and pressed himself back up against her, making sure to shuffle forwards so as not to upset her positioning at all. He was aware of Romero somewhere behind him, crouching down low to get a good camera shot of the action. With a shift, he pushed his stiff cock back against that sexy blue suicune cunt, and then sank himself inside once more.

Familiar soft flesh squeezed around him, clenching and coaxing around his throbbing length. He leaned over the suicune further, hands finding her middle for better balance and hips starting to grind, sinking himself deep inside her over and over again. More and more of those slick suicune liquids started to drool from inside her, coating him as he sank inside her with urgent motions.

Keith buried his face in her luxuriously soft mane, arms wrapping around her middle as he started to hump harder and faster, sliding back just a few inches only to bury himself back inside her to the base.

Soft suicune flesh started to tighten around him all the more intently, squeezing and rippling, and then clenching with a powerful, wet softness that gripped him so tightly he almost had to stop thrusting. “F-f-fuuuck…" he panted into her mane, some hazy part of his mind asking the odd question: Did the illusory suicune just cum?

The thought was pushed out of his head by the rising urgency of his orgasm, and he rose up on tiptoes, his motions getting jerky and shaky as he started to hump hard and fast into the tight blue pussy, the suicune's rump shaking with each impact.

Keith's hands found her rump, squeezing and kneading, spreading her slightly as he continued to fuck her with eager motions. He bit his bottom lip, trying to remember Marcus' orders as his orgasm overwhelmed him.

With a grunt, he buried himself to the base inside her, starting to unload, spurting gushes of gooey white spunk across soft teal depths.

The camera had a perfect view of the reflection of Keith's cock spreading those soft blue folds open, catching the visible throbbing in the base of the length as he started to dump gushes of spunk inside.

With a gasp, Keith tugged back and then shoved back inside, his entire body stiffening slightly at the sensation of all that soft flesh hugging and squeezing him as he orgasmed. It was so impossibly stimulating that it almost physically hurt, and he felt tension in his shoulders and neck so tight he wanted to collapse as he jerkily humped his spurting cock into the suicune's tight cunt.

A single splash of thick cum drooled down over the reflected tableau of a well-fucked suicune pussy getting pumped full. The camera panned up, and caught sight of even more of the gooey mess drooled from around Keith's cock as he urgently rocked it in and out of the legendary pokemon's squeezing cunt, each firm shove of his hips causing a fresh overflow of human spunk to drool out of her well-fucked cunny.

Keith's knees went weak, and he sagged, spent cock falling out of the suicune. He slipped slightly, almost falling flat on his ass, having to support himself on the suicune again for balance. “Oh fuck my legs," he panted.

“Good, good!" Marcus said, clapping his hands once. “Perfect! Now Keith, just lay down on the ice rock. Zaria, we need a shot of the suicune licking his face, and then walking out. Keith, pretend to be asleep."

Keith groaned faintly, and shifted his weight until he could flop tiredly across the rock, resting his head on an arm, and tucking himself back inside his pants with his other hand.

He felt the illusory suicune lick his face, and then the pad of her paws across the ice rock towards the tunnel entrance.

And then, it was over.

Keith rolled into a sitting position, and then lifted up onto shaky legs, staring down at his mutinous limbs with a frown.

“That'll happen," Marcus said with a slight chuckle. “You did good, kid."

“Is there somewhere I can get cleaned up?" Keith asked, motioning towards his pants.

“Sure, in the trailer, first cupboard on the right," Marcus said, motioning towards the entrance of the tunnel. “There's some bags you can put your current clothes in until they can be cleaned up."

Keith nodded, and then shakily headed for the bus outside, giving a sigh of relief as frigid air was replaced by air that was just cold. He moved over to the trailer and opened up the door on the side of it, and then he frowned.

There was no cupboard on the right. It was an impenetrable wall, bare of any cupboards or anything.

Keith leaned backwards, and then checked the length of the trailer compared to what he could see inside. The trailer was at least two metres longer than where the wall was. He lifted a hand to touch around the wall to see if there was some kind of fake wall, a hidden compartment, or something like that, and his hand went right through it.

Blinking once, Keith leaned forwards and pushed his face through the illusory wall. The rear of the trailer was immediately visible, if a little dark and gloomy, with a shimmering distorted translucent 'wall' where the illusion was, at least from this side.

And at the back of the trailer, clearly asleep, with her head on her chest, was a zoroark that Keith could only assume was Zaria.

A chill ran down Keith's spine, and he swallowed thickly. “Z… Zaria?" he asked.

The zoroark stirred, and red eyes met his own. She sat up straighter, and tried to play it off. “Zor."

“You were asleep, weren't you?" Keith asked.

“Zor!" Zaria protested.

Keith frowned deeply, chewing on his cheek. There was just no way…

He stepped back through the illusory wall, and poked his head outside, scanning the beach and the surrounding trees. There was no sign of anything else out there.

A slight flash of blue caught his eye, and he stepped heavily down out of the trailer, heading down the beach a few dozen metres, to where a thick stand of trees stood. “Hello?" he called.

Only the sound of heavy wind in the trees greeted him, and he huffed slightly, turning away. It had been his imagination.

The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end, and he froze, swallowing thickly.

“Sui," came the soft little call.

Keith turned back around, and the 'illusory' Suicune was standing there, on the beach, watching him.

“I'm getting punked, aren't I? Y'all recording this? Having a laugh?" Keith asked loudly of nobody in particular, looking anywhere but at the suicune. “It this some kind of hazing ritual?"

The suicune gave him a long stare, and then took a single step forwards, pressing down with all of her weight, and then returned to where she was standing previously.

Keith looked down.

There was a pawprint in the sand.

A single, perfect suicune pawprint.

“Sui," she said with a teasy little smirk, and then turned around and seemed to just disappear. There was a blur of motion as she moved, faster than the eye could follow, and the trees in her path rustled with the wind of her passing.

With a shaking hand, Keith knelt down and touched the footprint in the sand to confirm it was real. He swallowed thickly as it passed the test.

“What you got there?" Romero called, coming out of the cave with a set of cameras over his shoulder and in his arms.

“Oh, uh, nothing much," Keith said, quickly sweeping his hand over the pawprint, obliterating it. “Just thought I saw a krabby digging around here."

“Well leave it alone, it'll snip your fingers off," Romero said with a shake of his head, “Come help me with these cameras and I'll buy you a beer when we get back."

Keith gave a look back towards the trees where the suicune had disappeared, and then at the trailer, where a pair of red eyes were watching him from the darkness of the doorway.

He shivered once, and then tried to push it all out of his mind.

There was no way he had just fucked the Suicune on camera.

Was there?