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Watercolor. Ink. Graphite. Paint.

Art.

It was my day off, and I still found myself at Lumiose City Museum like I did every other day of the week. Except this time I was standing in the actually museum itself and not somewhere deep within the building, testing and observing and experimenting.

I was walking slowly from painting to painting, each portraying a time in history or a fantasized idealism, and most often including both human and Pokémon elements. I wasn't necessarily an art buff or anything, but since the Bartlett Royce affair visiting those tapestries was the only thing that brought my paranoia down. All the admins felt it, and many of the workers too. The mayor was not acting differently than normal and we had been directly paid for the film highlighting his business with us. We had just pulled off a hugely rewarding scheme and yet we were expecting the walls to crash in around us and to be exposed to the world.

I tucked the lower part of my face into the scarf around my neck and turned on my heel. The Pokéball at my waist rocked gently, feeling strangely light without its partner. My Arcanine was not currently with me, but somewhere behind the walls where the famous paintings rested. Like all female Pokéman, she had entered a restless heat that could not be satiated by anything but a thorough mating session. She spent several nights whining pitifully and desperately, and was distracted by the fleeting thought of an able-bodied male. I could have just kept her confined to her Pokéball, but the knowledge of her condition and my out of sight, out of mind attitude was too terrible a thought to bear. I had enrolled her temporarily in Team Violet's breeding facility yesterday, and I assumed now was as good a time as ever to pick her up.

I nodded at the security guards as I passed through a door marked "Employees Only", entering a small room with nothing but a set of elevator doors. I swiped my ID card at the panel on the side, revealing a holographic number pad. Selecting B2, I waited for the doors to open and stepped inside, starting my descent into the depths of the building. When they opened I was met with a few of our breeders, carrying sacks of food and clipboards. They stood straight at my arrival and greeted me graciously, and I would have responded if a familiar voice didn't reach my ears first.

"Tenna!" a voice as cheery and harmonic as tinkling bells came from behind the workers. I didn't have to see her bright red hair to know it was Junis, slightly shorter than those around her but taller in spirit and charisma. She was wearing a trendy drawstring hoodie and pale jeans, a pair of bright running shoes on her feet. I realized it was one of the only times I had seen her out of her lab coat.

I smiled at her sudden arrival. "Hello, Junis," I said. "Are you off of work today as well?"

She nodded and grinned. "I am! I didn't expect to run into you today." Her eyes widened as if she had deduced a great mystery. "Was that your Arcanine back in one of the Field rooms?"

"It is," I loosened the scarf around my neck slightly. "You have a good memory, you only met her once."

She puffed out her chest proudly and beamed. "You don't have to flatter me, Tenna," she waved her hand absently. "I couldn't forget such a beautiful Pokémon. Her coat is so soft."

"Why, thank you. You're sweet to say that," I fed into her pride. "She can be a pain to groom, I'm afraid I can't take credit for a professional shampooing."

She laughed and looked up at me with her big round eyes. "I just dropped my Ninetales off in the same room. I volunteered him due to a shortage of male Field types. Are you picking up?"

"I am, but you shouldn't talk about how beautiful my Pokémon is and then bring up yours," I teased her. Junis had the sleekest and most elegant Ninetales I had ever seen. And he was Shiny to boot, a rare genetic mutation giving his historically yellow coat a ghostly gray shade.

The young woman blushed and giggled. "Don't let him know that, his head is big enough already." We both laughed and sighed, and I stepped out of the path of the elevator. "Have a good rest of your day off, Tenna!" she called, moving to occupy the elevator.

I waved at her as the doors closed, then turned and walked back down the hallway. Doors lined each side, color-coded for the egg groups that potential Pokémon mates were supposed to occupy. We conducted basic breeding tests on this floor, and it served as a center for eggs if any employee wanted a particular Pokémon to train. Sometimes sympathetics like myself just dropped our partners off down here if they needed to blow some steam. I made my way to the sixth Field enclosure and unlocked the door with a swipe of my card, pulling open the heavy marbled glass entrance and stepping inside.

I said it once and I'll say it again, Team Violet treats our Pokémon vastly better than Team Rocket did on its best days. I was always impressed by the breeding rooms, they were accommodating to Pokémon of all shapes and sizes and were themed mildly for the intended egg groups. In the Field rooms, soft artificial grass lined the floor and a small shallow pool of clear water sat in the center. A few flat boulders sat against one wall, and soft light supplied by UV lights poured down from the ceiling. It was warm and comfortable, and I had assumed it would be absolutely luxurious for Pokémon.

However, given that my Arcanine was being ferociously plowed by Junis's Ninetales and apparently ignoring the room around her, perhaps I had held the room itself to too high a standard.

The door closed behind me with an audible click as I stood frozen, but neither creature paid the sound nor my presence any attention. Arcanine lay on her stomach with her large paws underneath her, backside in the air and tail raised high, allowing the Ninetales' thick red cock to disappear within her body. Her long tongue lolled out of her maw and she panted happily, pressing her body back into the thrusts of the male. The silver Ninetales had bitten down her neck in a show of dominance and was bucking his hips wildly, pounding himself into my beloved Pokémon's hole.

All I could do was stare. I stared as a scientist captivated by a beautiful mating session, I stared as a woman seeing her friend taken by a powerful male, and I stared as a voyeuristic pervert who couldn't resist getting wet at the sight of two beasts locked in intercourse. But still I was amazed. I had dropped off my Arcanine yesterday before I had left for home, and here she was, almost a full twenty four hours later, still reaping the benefits of mate after mate. How many Pokémon had entered this room after I had left? How many different dicks had been inside her body in the course of a day? How many orgasms had she had?

These questions racked my brain relentlessly and I felt a flush rise in my cheeks, my hand slipping down to rub the crotch of my pants. Finding little comfort in the material I kicked off my boots and tore off my trousers, sitting down on the ground with my legs spread and my fingers buried in between where they met. The Pokémon had still not noticed me, too preoccupied with their primal act. Their fur seemed to meld together seamlessly, silver against orange and beige, and from my angle I could see Ninetales' smooth red shaft plunging into Arcanine's entrance. I gasped out and pressed my fingers against my wet panties, tearing my scarf off my shoulders and unzipping my coat and grip my breast through my shirt.

In a final powerful thrust Ninetales buried himself inside my partner, resulting in canine howls of pleasure from the both of them. My hand had slipped inside my underwear and I was rubbing my clit quickly, breathing hard at my own motions. The two Pokémon panted at huffed for a moment before the Ninetales released his grip on the back of Arcanine's neck and pulled himself out of her, letting a small stream of white fluid drip out. She rolled onto her back and finally noticed me, smiling in sheepish joy. The Ninetales looked to me and sniffed the air, a smug look crossing his face. "Nine, nine," he barked in my direction. It wasn't like I could understand what he was saying, but it felt like he was saying something between an invitation and a gloat.

I suddenly felt the overwhelming urge to accept his invitation. I didn't know whether Junis's Ninetales knew the move Captivate or not, but I could not deny the surges of hormonal need I felt washing over my body. I quickly removed my panties and shirt, walking on bare feet towards the two Pokémon as I stripped my bra off my torso and threw it aside. At this point my true colors have most likely been revealed. I have a slight conflict of interest in my job.

I touched against Ninetales' soft snout gently, feeling soft warm under my fingertips. Feeling another wave of desire pulse through my body a dropped to my hands and knees in the synthetic grass before him and raised my rear end in his direction. I was breathing heavily, I was confusing my breaths with the Arcanine's in front of me. She was still on her back, her rear legs splayed in my direction. Ninetales' white seed flowed out of her and over her tail, her dark netherlips parted slightly. I leaned forward instinctually and pressed my tongue against her, lapping against the thick fluid gushing from her body. It was thinner than Zebstrika's but more in quantity, and noticeably stronger tasting. I shamelessly licked up as much as I could, cleaning my Pokémon and proceeding to press my tongue into her folds when there was nothing left to scavenge.

I felt a thick, broad tongue press against my own dripping sex as I continued to go down on the fire-type. Ninetales brushed his slippery tongue over me over and over, tasting my desire and flicking over my puckered ring. I gasped out and shivered, thrusting my own tongue back within my Arcanine. She whined out and squirmed on the ground, rocking gently against my motions. I couldn't believe I was eating out my own Pokémon. And I didn't care. I was getting desperate, grinding my backside against Ninetales' muzzle, nearly falling off balance while trying to pleasure Arcanine as well.

"Put it in," I gasped, pulling my mouth away from Arcanine's groin. "Please, Ninetales... I need to feel you." Whether I was under the effect of one of his moves or not, I couldn't go back now. I was too far gone, too hungry for relief. Looking back, it was not one of my prouder moments by far, but I try to live without regrets.

Ninetales didn't make a sound as he jumped forward, placing his slender paws on my back. The extra weight forced my mouth back down against Arcanine's gushing pussy, so with no where else to go I offered her another tender lick. I felt the tapered tip of the fox Pokémon's member prod against my spread entrance, easing his way inside with precision and ease. I moaned out, finding my voice muffled in the Arcanine fur and sex. He was oddly shaped, conical and long, and he filled my insides like a glove, hitting every wall. I groaned as he pulled himself out and thrust in deeper, filling me to the brim. With him buried in me I could feel his warm underbelly against my back, and the heavy sensation of his paws resting on my shoulder blades. He bucked again, starting to plunge in and out of me with reckless abandon.

Oh my god, I thought between the gasps and grunts. He's so fast... Ninetales thrusted over and over in quickening pace, his furry balls slapping beneath us. How does he have this much energy?! Didn't he just get done with Arcanine? I was in amazed rapture, licking against my Pokémon's clit with an attempted tenacity to match Ninetales. She seemed to enjoy it as she whined out in greater length and higher pitch, becoming wetter by the second.

He laid his head on my shoulder, protracting his claws slightly and scratching at my skin as he fucked me harder. I was grateful he didn't bite down on my neck as he had done to Arcanine moments ago. I could handle a few scratches, enjoy them even, but I didn't want to risk his powerful jaws decapitating me. Mood killer, for sure. I needn't have worried though, the feeling of his face close to mine comforting as he continued to ram himself harder and deeper and faster into my pussy. I was essentially screaming at this point, and would have worried about alerting attention if not for my task of devouring my Pokémon's canine sex.

Suddenly the Ninetales pushed his cock as deep as he could inside me, letting out a drawn out "Nine..." from his mouth. A second later I felt the hot sensation of his cum flooding into my depths, soothing my passage and allowing me to hit my own orgasm. I clenched down around him and rode it out, milking him of all the semen he could offer me. I shuddered and let out a whimpering moan just as Arcanine too reached climax, coating my face in thin sticky fluid. She howled quietly, the sound of panting from the three of us filling the room. I barely got the chance to recover before I felt Ninetales begin to grow within me.

Already sapped of energy, I tried to turn my head in the direction of our waists, as if I could see what was happening beneath the skin. I winced in initial pain and then cried out in pleasure as a strange feeling started flooding through me. The base of Ninetales' cock was growing within me, filling out on all sides to become much thicker than it had before. I felt the fluid within me threatening to spill out become trapped inside as he expanded. A few more twitches from him and a few more gasps from me and he was apparently finished growing, the his knot now fully engorged inside my cunt. It had to be as large as an orange, and I was in love with the sensation of his semen locked within my body and how I stretched to accommodate his entirely new penis. I swear I had another orgasm right then and there, clenching down on him once again and gushing fluid around him.

I was exhausted and satisfied, happy to be able to scratch the itch that came over me. I slumped onto the ground, resting against my crossed arms. I gave a test pull from Ninetales, seeing if the knot would slip out. With a sensation of pressure I realized it would be no good. I knew that canine Pokémon could stay knotted for almost a half an hour, so I made myself comfortable and resolved to wait it out. My Arcanine rolled over and came to my face, licking across my cheek.

"Guess you're not jealous about sharing, huh?" I smiled at her, scratching behind her ears. A sigh came from my lips and I laid down, closing my eyes and

"Tenna...?" my eyes shot open and I looked towards the entrance, heart lurching. Junis was standing there, looking what I imagined I looked like when I first entered the room and saw Arcanine and Ninetales together. Her eyes were wide and her face was flushed a deep red, her arms limp at her sides. Instinctually, I tried to climb to my feet, but with a sound of discomfort from Ninetales I realized it was futile and slumped down, looking to the woman desperately.

"It's - it's not what it looks like, Junis!" I scrambled to find the words, knowing it was exactly what it looked like. How long had she been standing there, watching me take her Ninetales Like I was the one in heat? "I was just - we were only - I have to go..." I tried to start an excuse, but felt a lump rise in my throat and I choked on my words. My shoulders slumped and I looked at her with tears welling in my eyes. I was mortified, still stuck to her Pokémon.

Junis walked over slowly, the blush still there in her cheeks but a small smile forming on her lips. "It's ok, Tenna," she said calmly, kneeling down next to me.

"It's ok," she said again, placing a hand on my bare shoulder. "Just the heat of the moment, right?" she smiled at me and gently rubbed my skin. I was like a wounded child ready to cry at any second, and she was acting so understanding and motherly. What was going on here?

"J-Junis..."

"Shhh," she said, raising to her feet and petting against Ninetales' silver fur. "You player," she scolded him as he nuzzled against her hand happily. "Did he use Captivate on you?"

"I... I don't know..." I said pitifully.

She nodded and sat back down next to me. "He may have. He tries to use it on me sometimes," she said. Arcanine padded over to Junis and pounced playfully on her, knocking her onto her back and causing her to laugh. I was starting to feel very uncomfortable. She acted as if we were playing at a park, and I didn't have a Ninetales penis knotted inside me. Junis sat back up, petting Arcanine's neck. "Did he hurt you?" she asked in concern.

"No..." I said quietly. "He may have scratched my back a little, but I don't think he drew blood."

"Does... that hurt?" she asked, gesturing to my raised rear end.

I shook my head. "I just don't want to be stuck anymore," I spluttered.

Junis nodded and was quiet for a moment, rubbing my shoulder again. "Was it romantic?" she asked shyly.

"What do you mean?"

"His knot," she said, her blush returning. "Being... tied against him after doing it. Is it romantic?"

I didn't know exactly how to answer. Any normal trainer would be furious at the thought of someone using their Pokémon as a sex toy. But... maybe Junis wasn't a normal trainer. She did work for me, after all. I seemed to remember at that moment who I was, and what I worked for.

"It was romantic," I finally said, looking up at her.

She sighed and buried her face in her hands. I thought she was crying, but I thought I heard her mumble the word "lucky."

"Junis?" I asked, now reaching out and resting a hand on her knee. "Have you ever done this before?"

N-no," she stuttered, caught off guard by the question. She thought for a moment. "Well... I... I have given into his Captivate before..." she said slowly, looking away from me. "But... he's only ever used his tongue... I've never let him mount me." She brought her knees to her chest and hugged around her legs. "I'm scared of it," she whispered.

I had underestimated Junis. I had hardly ever asked her about her personal life. I never remembered her mentioning a boyfriend or a lover the way some of the female employees did frequently within the building. It occurred to me that she might be a virgin. In that moment I realized that I had failed Junis as a woman. She was always so cheerful and happy around me, and though I was friendly I always had a barrier of guarded professionalism between us.

"Scared if it will hurt?" I asked gently, forgetting my vulnerable position. "Scared of how it will make you feel? Physically or emotionally?" She nodded. We sat quietly for a few moments, interrupted by the occasional cry from our Pokémon. "When you're ready," I offered, "do you want me to help?"

She looked at me, her watery eyes going wide and took my hand. "You would do that for me?" she asked, tears rolling down her cheeks.

"Of course," I laughed quietly, squeezing her hand and looking into her vermillion eyes. "What else are friends for?"

She tried to giggle, but it came out as a sob. She grinned and tried to laugh again, only to result in her bursting into tears and throwing herself down to hug me. It was awkward by all accounts, but in our strange way, it was nice. It was probably the best hug I've ever had.

"Thank you, Tenna," she blubbered, squeezing me as hard as she could. At that moment Ninetales popped out of my entrance, a combined effort of passing time and the passionate hug beneath him. I gasped, feeling empty space replace the area that the large cock had occupied. I felt a thin trickle of semen slip out of my body and onto the grass as the Pokémon stepped away to nuzzle against Arcanine. Junis and I lay there in each others arms, she crying into my neck and me stroking against her short hair. After she had calmed down we pulled away and looked at each other, then burst into fits of laughter.

When we finally regained control of our breathing, I pulled myself to my feet, still naked. "I'll just get dressed and we can leave, ok?" I said, moving to sit in the pool of water to wash. Junis smiled wide and nodded, collecting my scattered clothes from the ground. When I was clothed I called Arcanine back into her Pokéball and we said goodbye to Ninetales, leaving him to fulfill his volunteered duty as a Field breeder. We left the facility and entered the crisp autumn air of the city. We walked together for a block or two, and when it was time to part ways we embraced before going in separate directions.

I couldn't stop smiling the whole way home. My eyes were sore from crying, my ribs were sore from laughing, and I sure as hell was sore from fucking. And yet, it was one of the happiest moments of my life.