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Details: Adorable Artist's Alluringly Aberrant Afternoon

“Nope, stuck in Slateport," Keith said into the tablet, staring at the ceiling, idly rocking his feet back and forth. “Work had me over here collecting some sensitive objects to deliver, but then they found something wrong with my tablet and had to send it off to get repaired… no, I can't do that," he added with a faint sigh. “It was all integrated on my tablet. Without that, I'm just stuck here."

Keith was on the phone with his mother; a middle-aged woman named Candice; using Alice's tablet.

“They couldn't give you a replacement?" Candice asked with a frown in her tone.

Keith shrugged his shoulders. “No clue, honestly. I don't think they had one laying around."

“So you're just… stranded?"

“Basically, yeah," Keith mused, “They're paying for the hotel at least."

“As they damn well should!" Candice responded with a huff. “When are you coming home to visit? It's been months."

“Oh… I dunno," Keith admitted, frowning to himself. “I've been so busy with work. All over the place, really."

“Vala has been keeping your room spotless."

Keith felt a strange sensation in the pit of his stomach. Vala; the family pokemon; a fennekin. She had been a wonderful companion on winter nights, snuggled up to his chest, her sleek, insanely soft body folded against his own, imparting her warmth to him. Their relationship had been so platonic and just… cute. But now?

Keith's mind vaguely wandered to Claire and Kindle, and the debaucherous things he'd done to them.

Sweet Arceus if Vala had evolved there was no doubt he would have fantasized about pounding her.

“Oh, how is Vala?" Keith asked, keeping his tone even. “She must hate sleeping on her own."

“Oh she took to sleeping between your father and I, on top of the blankets, or under them if we even thought it might get cold."

Keith chuckled.

“But once she evolved we had to get her her own space,"

“Wait what? She evolved?" Keith asked, his voice slightly strangled.

“Oh yes!" Candice responded, the smile evident in her voice. “With your father away for work so much it's handy to have an extra pair of hands around the house. Or paws." She laughed at her own correction. “They're so nimble! I swear she watches me cross-stitch sometimes and I caught her with a tangle of yarn in your cupboard trying to copy me."

“Oh that's… really cute," Keith remarked, trying his best to keep his thoughts clean. “How long ago did she evolve?"

“Not long," Candice responded, clearly thinking back. “About a month? After you left we both decided she'd be more comfortable as a braixen so we mail-ordered one of those 'home-evolve' kits."

“I think I saw those on television?" Keith pondered.

“It took her a week to eat all the candy in the box but she managed it eventually! Old Mark down the road did the same thing with his joltik and I swear, it took the poor thing two months to finish all of the candy!"

“Ah yes, his prize galvantula," Keith reminisced.

“Oh, wait a second," Candice hummed, lifting the phone away from herself. Her voice was muffled as she added: “Vala wants to say hello."

“Braixen!"

“Oh uh, hi, Vala," Keith said into the tablet.

“Brai!" Vala chirped.

“I hear you're all grown up now?" Keith said with a little chuckle.

“Xen! Brai," Vala countered, and Keith swore he could hear her shaking her head.

“Well, a lot bigger at least," Keith corrected. “I actually met a few braixen at work!"

“Brai-brai!" Vala's tone carried a happy smile.

Thank Arceus she couldn't read Keith's mind.

“Yeah, they were all pretty cute," Keith said conversationally. “Are you cuter now as a braixen or were you cuter as a fennekin?"

“Brai!" Vala responded confidently.

Keith laughed. “I'll bet you are."

“Brai xen, brai!" Vala chirped confidently, and there was a rustle as Candice took the phone back.

“So when are you coming home?"

“I dunno, work has me out doing stuff for now, like I said" Keith lamented.

“You didn't even say goodbye!" Candice huffed.

Keith wasn't quite sure how to respond to that and there was a long pause. “Well… I kinda… just got caught up in everything. I didn't realise I'd get swept up so fast."

“Tch," Candice responded, unconvinced. “Well, Vala has claimed your room."

“Oh?" Keith queried, slightly confused.

“She claimed it for herself, since you're not around! She took your magazines from the box under the bed and incinerated them, too."

Keith cringed slightly. Those magazines had been his eighteen-plus issues of 'Trainers Gone Wild'. “Oof, they were collectors items, too," Keith said, trying to keep his voice as even as possible.

“Oh yes, very collectable," Candice said knowingly, and Keith felt his cheeks flush with warmth. “Promise you'll come visit soon."

“I can't promise anything," Keith said, heaving a sigh. “Work is complicated. I can try see if anything is happening in Kalos, though."

Keith momentarily realised that he was contemplating finding a pokemon to fuck in Kalso so he could visit his mother.

“Well promise you'll call more often!"

“I promise, mom," Keith said sheepishly. “Tell dad I said hi?"

“Next time I talk to him," Candice said, unenthused. “He's on another of those business trips."

“How is work going for him anyway?"

“He got promoted to head of management and so he's run ragged training up clerks all over the place and making sure the warehouses are all in order. The money is good but I wish he was home more often… it's just me and Vala at home all the time and her idea of entertainment is laying in front of the fire and watching it! I even caught her laying on the burning logs one time!"

Keith laughed. “Sounds like fire-types."

“Anyway, I have to go, Vala is in the kitchen and if I leave her alone in there too long she tries to be 'helpful' by adding eight spelon and touga berries to our food!"

Keith winced. “Okay, I'll give you a call another time."

“You had better, mister!... Vala, put that back!" Keith heard Candice say, along with a protesting 'Brai!' before the call ended.

Keith lowered the tablet, and then placed it on the table, frowning at the view outside the window of Slateport. He hadn't even thought of his family pokemon since he'd left on his journey. Their relationship had been so platonic, but now?

Keith's gaze trailed over Aleda, curled up on the bed, with Tammy nestled in the curl of her tails.

There was almost no way he could maintain a platonic relationship with most fire-types, let alone a braixen. It was impossible!

The tablet started to vibrate angrily, and Keith reached down to pick it up, sliding the 'answer' tab over to pick up the call. “Alice's tablet, Keith speaking," he chimed.

“Oh good!" Fiona said immediately. “Just who I was looking for! We've finally got the problem nailed down with your tablet and sent off the replacement!"

“How long before I get it?" Keith queried.

“Should be there before the end of the day!" Fiona said happily. “I've sent it across with April, she's fed Flashpoint some petaya extract and so he should be making good time!"

“Oh thank Arceus, I was starting to go stir-crazy sitting in this hotel room so much," Keith admitted. “So what was the problem?"

“A hole in our security system brought about by the parallel integration of firmware with the base pokedex operating system leading to a single unchecked query accepting anomalous bit-lengths and regurgitating server information."

Keith stared at the tablet. “Well thanks for dumbing that down for me."

“I had to write it all for legal forms just now. Needed the full technical specs of the problem laid out," Fiona said with a giggle. “In laymans terms, if you exploited the query you could read a lot of the system's memory. Unfortunately, it stores GPS data close since it's accessed so much by so many of the pokedex systems and therefore it could be read very easily!"

“Oh, so… yep, I got all that," Keith said unconvincingly. “How did it get on my tablet?"

“It was always on your tablet. Though the exploit was a specific program running it, hiding under the guise of a location-echo service for the pokedex service. Our firmware would never let an unsigned program like that just constantly ping a relay but the pokedex firmware has no such problems because Silph Co. just has to have location data for their fancy pokegears!"

Keith continued to stare at the tablet. “Yep, absolutely understood all of that. So… it's… fixed?"

Keith could hear Fiona rolling her eyes. “Yes, it's fixed. Though we're still not quite sure on the infection vector."

“Someone sneezed on it?" Keith asked blankly.

“No, the virus," Fiona started, before giving a long-suffering sigh. “We don't know how the program got on your tablet that exploited the loophole in the first place."

“Why would anyone be targeting me anyhow?" Keith asked blankly.

Fiona paused, clearly thinking. “Well, we can't figure out when it was infected, either. If it was after you… acquired Fayah, then I would assume it was a targeted infection. But we've been doing an audit of devices passing through HQ and… it's on a lot of our devices."

“So it wasn't from me looking up bootleg ninetales porn games?" Keith asked plaintively. Aleda perked her ears up at him and lifted her nose long enough to give him a stare.

“Doubtful," Fiona mused. “It's most likely a wide dragnet of information they've been collecting for quite a while now but they kind of showed their hand by following you to another country. Why are you looking up bootleg ninetales games anyway? You got the real thing right there!"

Keith gave a sheepish laugh. “Well yeah but I can't just climb on her and start humping."

“So you haven't…?"

Aleda stared at him intently, sensing that she was the subject of conversation, and Keith deliberately lowered his voice, tapping his foot anxiously. “Well, only kinda. Not… you know…"

“Well why don't you broach the subject with her? She'll let you know if she doesn't want it," Fiona suggested.

Keith glanced at Aleda and then looked away pointedly. “Yeah, that's what I'm afraid of! I don't like third degree burns."

“Nothing ventured, nothing gained," Fiona quipped with a giggle. “Just buy a burn heal first."

“I'll keep that in mind," Keith said, momentarily meeting Aleda's gaze before looking away again, quietly pondering on how good her hearing was. Could she hear what Fiona was saying? “Hey, do you know anyone who knows stuff about eggs?"

“About making them?" Fiona asked blankly. “I mean, I know plenty of those. You…" Fiona paused, gathering her thoughts. “You do know that humans and pokemon can't make eggs together, right?"

“I'm bad at technology, not basic physiology," Keith grumbled.

Fiona paused, and then gave a thoughtful hum. “Philosophers beg to differ, you know. It doesn't make sense that people and pokemon can't make eggs."

“What?" Keith asked blankly.

“Well, think about it. Why are pokemon and humans in arbitrary groups?"

“Well… we use technology, and we're like, you know, smart and stuff. My technological skills notwithstanding."

“And an alakazam is smarter than everyone else in the company combined! Humans are singularly unspectacular in comparison to almost any pokemon. It's like… pokemon are meant to be here and we're just… aliens. They can all breed with each other, but we're consigned to this arbitrary group consisting of just us. There are a lot of pokemon that don't like to breed outside their species, but humans are, as far as I've found in my research, the only species physically constrained to breeding within their own species bracket."

Keith made a non-committal noise.

“Sorry," Fiona giggled. “You can imagine that research into evolution brings me to a lot of tangentially-related subjects. Humans and pokemon not being able to breed together is only intuitive if you live in a bubble without context. In the context of the world at large, it is remarkable for being incredibly out of place!"

“I kinda just… need help with a specific egg," Keith mumbled.

“Oh," Fiona responded, and then hummed thoughtfully. “What's wrong with it?"

“It won't hatch!" Keith complained. “It's been rattling around in my bag for a month now and it's just… not doing anything."

“It could be a long-lived species?" Fiona suggested. “Where did you get it from?"

“A shrine in Johto, some old guy gave it to me," Keith responded off-handedly.

Fiona paused at that, and it was several moments before she guardedly asked: “Did he say where it came from?"

“Something about a forest spirit?" Keith mused, casting his mind back to that time. “But other than that, nothing."

“Was this in the south of Johto? That forest down near Goldenrod?"

“Yeah, that's the one."

“Hmmm…" Fiona trailed off, evidently thinking. “Well we better make sure it's still 'good' then."

“Yeah, but how? I asked a lady at a pokecentre and all they could offer was an incubator."

“Eggs are quite resilient but I worry that if the egg was stressed on its journey…"

“I didn't do nothing to it!" Keith responded helplessly. “I made sure it wasn't left out in the cold or anything like that."

“No, I mean before you got it," Fiona responded carefully.

Keith frowned. “Why are you getting all vague again?"

“What? I just… I mean," Fiona sighed.

“Is this another one of those things you just won't tell me?" Keith asked plaintively.

Fiona paused, and then answered him bluntly. “Unfortunately, yes. Look, I know a subcontractor in Mauville who can help."

“A… subcontractor?"

“Yes, she works for Violet Enterprises on the side in between her own projects," Fiona explained. “Not exactly on our payroll, but definitely familiar with us and does work for us from time to time."

“Okay, who is she?"

“A sylveon named 'Glitter'."

“A pokemon?" Keith asked blankly. “What would she know about eggs?"

“Considering she's entirely capable of producing said eggs, I'd say probably a bit more than your average human," Fiona quipped.

“Touche," Keith responded. “So what depraved sexual shit is she going to make me do in return for her help?"

Fiona giggled. “I can't rule out depraved sexual shit, but she's only a Violet Enterprises subcontractor, not a full-time actor. She might want to paint you."

“Like… on an easel? Or… body-painting? Wait, she's a pokemon, she even knows how to paint?"

“Yes," Fiona responded simply.

Keith pursed his lips. “So what does she… why? What does she paint?"

“Everything!" Fiona said with a giggle. “You might even have seen some of her work! She's even done a few murals around Hoenn, painted a few buildings, painted some ceramics and pottery, painted artwork on canvas, all kinds of things!"

“And she… can help me with an egg…?" Keith asked dubiously.

“Yes, absolutely," Fiona responded confidently. “Her ribbons are fine-tuned instruments, hence how she can paint with them so well. They're super super sensitive. If there's life in that egg, she'll be able to sense it."

“Okay, I guess…? Can you send me her details over and I'll go have a talk to her when I get my tablet back?"

“Absolutely," Fiona said, a smile in her voice.

“So uh, about that delivery I was over here to make?" Keith asked.

“Yes?"

“Is that… still a thing? I got kinda sidetracked. You probably had someone else do the delivery," Keith reasoned.

“Oh, not at all," Fiona said with a laugh. “We weren't going to entrust you with our most important deliveries first time! The device is rather unique and sensitive but it's hardly impossible to re-engineer a new one and it's in the testing phases. You remember what it is, right?"

“A device to evolve pokemon without use of a stone," Keith recalled.

“Exactly! And so we have to find volunteer pokemon who want to be evolved, and specifically have to make sure the device is safe for eevees and won't leak radiation into the surrounding areas and irradiate people or pokemon."

“Wait... it's radioactive?" Keith asked plaintively.

Fiona snorted. “Of course. But so are evolution stones. When you get a sunburn, it's literally a radiation burn. Radiation is around us all day every day, it's just that some things cause harmful radiation. Most things don't."

“Oh… kay…" Keith said dubiously.

“But since we intend to use this device on pokemon it has to pass stringent tests. And because it deliberately produces forms of radiation, it's totally not cool for us to just install it without proving it's safe in laboratory settings for everyone! Think like an X-ray machine at a pokecenter."

“Oh, I getcha," Keith lied.

“Anyway," Fiona said, sensing that what she was saying was going over his head. “What with all the tests, getting the device to Slateport is hardly a matter of greatest urgency."

“Oh," Keith responded, staring at his toes.

“It's still important, but we're not gonna send you to transport legendary pokemon back and forth on your first delivery job!"

“That happens?" Keith asked blankly.

“Of course not," Fiona said, slightly too quickly. “Anyway, I'll throw those details to you, and April should be there by tonight. As for the delivery…" Keith heard her shuffling some papers on her desk. “I'd like you to travel up to Fallarbor town, in the north, and purchase a fossil for me."

“A fossil?"

“A fossil!" Fiona said cheerily.

“Do you have a specific fossil in mind…?"

“Not particularly," Fiona hummed. “In all honesty, I just want you to travel to somewhere out of the way to purchase something that might seem important to a third party and then wait and see if someone comes along and tries to nick it."

“Oh I getcha," Keith cottoned on. “So pretend like the fossil is something important, and if people are still following me, you'll know that they weren't tracking me through my compromised tablet."

Fiona paused. “Yes, exactly…"

“I'm bad at technology, not stupid," Keith laughed.

“Fallarbor is quite the small town, so any new visitors should stick out. Meander around up there for a couple days. If you don't see anyone new showing up, then you're in the clear and can go pick up the device!"

“Okay, so… I'll head on up there after I'm done in Mauville."

“Please call me when you receive your tablet, and before you leave Mauville!"

“Okay, sure."

---

Keith panted hard, pedalling the mountain bike up the hill. Sweat was pouring off him, matting down his shirt and dripping off his brow. The cycling road from Slateport to Mauville was all uphill in this direction, and Keith was randomly swapping between high and low gears on the bike, trying to find one that didn't make the front of his thighs burn.

Aleda was keeping pace with him rather easily, and Fayah was loping along, hunched over with Tammy holding one of the large spikes of her mohawk for balance, her headcurls bobbing in the wind.

“You okay there, Keith?" Alice called back, riding atop Atlas.

“Ya look nearabout worn slap out," April added, riding atop Flashpoint, who paused and looked back at him with a very put-upon sigh.

“I'm… fine...!" Keith managed between gasps, and then hopped off the bike entirely, taking a few steps just pushing it.

Alice, April, Lucia, Atlas and Flashpoint all stared at him.

“I just need a breather!" Keith complained, having to try twice to put down the stand on the bike. Once he had it relatively secured, he sat down on the side of the path, groaning and stretching out his legs.

“We're really not supposed to stop halfway up the road," Alice pointed out.

Keith gave her a long stare. “Well unless any of you are willing to carry me?"

Lucia snorted, and started rolling her shoulders, and Keith gave a nervous, breathless laugh. “H-hey that wasn't an invitation!"

“Roc," Fayah responded, likewise stretching her arms.

“Oh c'mon can't I just take a minute to rest?"

“You are horribly unfit," Alice complained.

“We can stop at the Halfway Cafe over yonder," April suggested, jerking her head up the path.

Keith groaned. “How far is it?"

“A whole bunch to a little bit," April responded cheerfully.

Keith stared at her, and then gave a long-suffering sigh. “Just… just give me a minute, okay?"

---

The Halfway Cafe

The words were imprinted on an arch over the pathway, leading to a quaint little cafe off the side of the road. Keith staggered through the archway, pushing his bike, and almost collapsed, resting the bike on the ground and hurrying over worship the nozzle of the conveniently-placed water fountain at the entrance, quickly supping down several refreshing gulps before collapsing onto his knees with a groan.

“You need to get out more," Alice said matter-of-factly, sliding down off Atlas' furry back, landing lightly on her feet.

Keith gave a noncommittal groan.

“No seriously, considering your profession you need to work on your cardio."

Keith struggled into a more upright position and then fixed Alice with a long stare. “You… are… riding… a… pokemon…" he managed between breathless pants.

“I'll race you up the rest of the path?" Alice offered, smiling.

Keith gave her the finger, and then scooped up a handful of the water from the fountain to splash over his face, giving a soft groan.

“Roc?" Fayah queried, as Tammy slid down off her shoulder and then started to paw up at the side of the fountain expectantly.

Keith got another handful of water, and held it down low for Tammy to lap from his palm. Aleda posed elegantly, and then carefully lifted up to press the button down on the fountain, tilting her head so the stream of water went directly into her muzzle.

Keith straightened up, groaning at the way his thighs burned, and then stepped over towards the cafe.

The Halfway Cafe was a single-floor building ringed by outdoor seating areas with big shade-cloths erected to provide refuge from the oppressive sun. A couple waitresses moved through the area, taking orders from a relaxed clientele. A wide space was set aside for what Keith recognized as a flying-pokemon landing spot, most likely for the waitresses to get to and from work.

A swanna stood outside of the building, under a little umbrella, watching the group with a hawkish stare. A sandwich board next to the pokemon read 'cleansing showers: 100 pokedollars'

Keith rummaged around in his pocket for a moment, and then gave a groan. He didn't carry cash.

Fiona rolled her eyes as she pressed a bill against his chest as she walked towards the cafe. “I'll order you a soda."

“And a water too, please," Keith panted, offering the bill to the swanna.

The pokemon peered at the bill for a long moment, before pecking it out of Keith's hand and placing it in a box, stretching its wings out and looking him up and down.

“You don't wanna get wet do you, Aleda?" Keith asked, looking back over his shoulder at her.

Aleda wrinkled her nose and shook her head.

“Can you hold these please?" Keith asked, emptying his pockets and holding them out for the ninetales.

Aleda rolled her eyes but took his tablet and wallet in her mouth, holding them for him as he stepped over in front of the swanna, holding his arms out.

“Swa," the pokemon declared, flaring its wings and opening its beak, sending out a thin mist of water. A flap of its wings sent the water across Keith's body, and he melted into the sensation, groaning happily.

“Oh Arceus yes please more," Keith murmured.

The pokemon tilted its head and then increased the size of the stream of water, spraying Keith with heavier droplets, mixed with the powerful gusts of wind from its wings. Keith leaned into the spray of water, and even opened his mouth to let some of it splash over his tongue.

The swanna tilted its wings, and closed its beak, cutting off the spray of water, and then flapping its wings vigorously, sending a powerful wash of air over Keith's wet body. Immediately, Keith started to dry, and the evaporating water cooled him down immensely, his shoulders slumping with a grateful groan.

“Ya do realise you just drank that pokemon's spit, right?" April asked, giving Keith a sideways glance.

“What?" Keith asked blankly.

“That's a water type, you just drank its water… from its mouth…" April pointed out, giving him a dubious stare and a shake of her head.

Flashpoint snorted at him in disgust.

Keith shrugged and then breathlessly responded: “Not the worst thing I've done with a pokemon to be frank."

The swanna stared at him suspiciously.

---

Keith downed his glass of water in three long gulps, placing his glass back on the table and then starting to sip at his soda gratefully, resting his heavy head on his hands, elbows on the table.

“Bit winded there, Keith?" April asked, sipping her own soda.

“I think it's… probably something to do with work," Keith grumbled, downing a gulp of his soda.

“Nice excuse," Alice said with a giggle, poking his shoulder with a finger.

Keith groaned. “I've felt a lot more run down than usual since I started this job."

“Wouldn't be all that lazing around in hotel rooms getting to you?" Fiona suggested.

“Naw, I think he's got it right," April responded, sipping her soda. “Most the new faces are plumb worn out their first few months."

“I just didn't expect it to manifest as such a lack of… energy," Keith complained. “How long does this usually take to go away?" he asked plaintively, turning to April.

April shrugged. “A little to a lot," she said with a faint smile. “Depends on how worn you're getting! And considering I saw how Jewel's been eying you, I'm gonna guess it's a 'lot'."

Keith groaned. “I need a restraining order against that bunny."

Alice rolled her eyes heavily. “He complains a lot but he loves it, just ask Lucia," she said, talking to April.

“Lu car!" Lucia protested.

Alice squinted at her pokemon intently. “You're just disagreeing because you hope it'll get you laid!"

“Lu car!" Lucia gasped.

Their conversation was cut short as their lunch was delivered to them, and Keith could see a waitress taking a big bowl of berries out to Atlas and Flashpoint, who had remained outside.

Keith stared down at his fries and then picked up one or two to munch half-heartedly on.

Alice stared out the window at Flashpoint for several seconds, before peering sideways at April, asking carefully, “So uh… how long are you travelling with us?"

April looked up from her gazpacho, and then gave a short giggle. “Long enough for you to get Flashpoint alone for a couple hours, if that's what you're asking."

“W-well I uh, that," Alice stammered.

“She begged me to get her some time alone with Atlas," Keith pointed out.

“You stay out of this!" Alice hissed.

“Lu cario!" Lucia pointed out smugly.

Alice rounded on her pokemon and stared daggers at her.

---

Keith slowly, ponderously slid the bike into the return rack, pressing the front tyre into the slot until he heard it click. A ticket stile at the end of the rack spat out his receipt, and he slowly plodded over to it, tearing off the ticket and stuffing it in his pocket.

“You okay, Keith?" Alice asked from atop Atlas.

“Nope," Keith breathed, and then waved her off. “I'll be fine. Just… ugh. Cardio."

“Roc?" Fayah asked, gently laying one of her big paws on his shoulders, her other paw making a motion as though to pick him up.

“Arceus no!" Keith protested, and Fayah immediately relented, giving him an uncertain stare. “I just… I need to get to the hotel and sit down."

“Lycan?" Fayah queried carefully.

“I'm sure!" Keith responded, wiping sweat off his brow. “I'm just not good at pedalling uphill all day long. My legs feel like they're made of lead."

“Ly can," Fayah agreed.

“Tales," Aleda added, nudging his leg from behind with her nose and brushing past him.

Keith gave a faint groan and started after her, towards Mauville. The big complex of Mauville loomed relatively close, but it felt so very far away.

---

“Lycan?" Fayah asked, staring off to the side at the shopping arcade. Keith spared it a glance.

They were on the bottom floor of Mauville, and Keith just wanted to clean the sweat off his body and then collapse into bed. The arcade was filled with a few stores; a chemist, pokemart, fresh grocer, and a merchandise shop advertised with a neon pokeball sign.

“Can we come back tomorrow, please?" Keith pleaded.

Fayah tilted her head at him, but them gave a hesitant nod. “Roc."

---

“Room service? Do you have any moomoo milk? Half a dozen, please."

Keith hung up the little phone and collapsed back onto the bed with a groan, lifting heavy legs up onto the bed as well.

“I need to get a miltank," Keith said to nobody in particular.

“Tales," Aleda responded, giving a look of absolute disgust at the suggestion.

“Vul?" Tammy queried, more curious than anything.

Keith laughed. “I was joking. Mostly."

“Nine," Aleda responded suspiciously.

“Vul…" Tammy replied, ears flattening.

“Nnng, I forgot to ask if you girls wanted anything to eat," Keith groaned, reaching for the menu on the dresser. “What do you all want for dinner?"

---

Keith slowly worked his legs as he sipped a 'coffee'. It was moomoo milk with two sachets of instant coffee dunked in it, and both Aleda and Tammy had declined to have a taste. Fayah had tried it but then immediately refused to take any more, washing her mouth out with some bluk berry juice from the fridge.

Scrolling through his messages, Keith brought up the one from Fiona, confirming the location where he could find the sylveon; floor two, corridor seven, block eight. A floor plan of Mauville hardly even helped, but Keith saved it to his tablet so he could bring it up later.

Downing the last of his 'coffee', Keith put his cup in the sink and then stretched slowly, glancing at the bed where Aleda and Tammy were. “You lot coming with me to visit this sylveon?"

“Niiine," Aleda said, wrinkling her nose.

“Vul!" Tammy agreed, bouncing in place.

“Roc," Fayah responded, and Keith stared at her. “...Lycan?" she asked, concerned.

“Open your mouth?" Keith asked blankly.

Fayah tilted her head, but opened her mouth for him, revealing her rather blue tongue.

“What…" Keith puzzle, before glancing at the bluk juice bottle and laughing. He directed Fayah towards the mirror over the counter. “Look at your tongue."

“Roc," Fayah mused, turning to the mirror and pausing, her nose visibly scrunching before she started to scrape her claws against her tongue, trying to get the blue off.

---

“Right, we're here," Keith said, standing outside the arcade Fayah had pointed out the previous day.

“Lycan?" Fayah asked carefully, still idly scraping her tongue with a claw. Several people in the crowd were steering clear of her, worried by her immense stature. Someone even stopped to take a picture.

“You wanted us to visit here," Keith reminded, motioning with his head towards the arcade.

“Roc," Fayah said, and then glanced at him, her little tail giving an anxious wiggle, before she started to stomp down the centre of the arcade. A couple saw her coming, and discreetly stepped into the chemist to get out of her way.

Fayah led Keith, Aleda, and Tammy all the way to the back of the arcade, where a big neon pokeball sign advertised a merchandise and gift shop, lined with various pokemon-themed objects. It sold technical machines, an array of colourful pokeballs, ribbons with pokemon charms on them, backpacks made to resemble pokemon colour themes, giant pokemon plushies, kitchen appliances made to resemble pokemon; such as a kettle shaped like a psyduck or a toaster shaped like a cyndaquil; and even sold leashes and collars and other 'training' tools.

“Roc?" Fayah entreated, standing outside the well-lit store.

“Well go in then," Keith said with a chuckle, stepping inside with the hulking lycanroc. The clerk gave them a stare, looking Fayah up and down, before returning to serving an old man who was buying cold-weather socks for his poochyena.

A giant life-sized snorlax plushie took pride of place at the end of an aisle with an exorbitant price tag, and Keith momentarily wondered how you were even meant to get such a thing outside of the store, let alone carry it home.

Fayah seemed to have a destination in mind, but was distracted by the wall of collars, and paused in front of them, crouching down to examine each in turn.

“You want a new collar?" Keith queried.

“Ly-can," Fayah pondered, looking back and forth between what was available.

There was a thin red collar with a golden bell on the front, and he playfully pointed it out. “I think that one would suit you?"

Fayah stared at him, before realising he was joking, and then snorted once.

A thick black collar stood near the end, with silver studs protruding from it, and Keith brought it to Fayah's attention. It looked much like the one she had worn when he had first met her.

Fayah shook her head however, and instead gingerly picked up a smooth black collar, with a single silver hoop at the throat of it.

“Okay, sure," Keith said, taking it from her gently and holding it. “Is there anything else you wanted?"

But Fayah was already ambling through the store, squeezing past an old man who was perusing a 'liquid-form playset' that looked like a series of crazy-straws, meant for liquid pokemon to enjoy pushing themselves through. Fayah stopped in front of a giant wall full of various pokeballs, looking up and down it slowly.

“Are you… sure?" Keith asked cautiously.

Fayah spared him a glance, before going back to looking at the balls.

There were pokeballs of all colours and patterns, from standard to eye-rendingly gaudy. Some of them were decorated with glitter like they'd accidentally fallen into the container at the pokeball factory, while others were uniform-colours and yet others had single letters stencilled on their faces. Some had geometric shapes, holographic pokemon silhouettes, and some of them even had in-built lights that flashed and glowed with patterns and colours.

“We can get you one custom made if none of these are to your taste?" Keith offered helplessly.

Fayah shook her head, and then reached up to carefully take a pokeball off a hook. It had a simple colouration: soft red upper half, a shadowy black lower half, and split with a white seam.

“Are you sure?" Keith asked.

Fayah nodded solemnly.

Keith gently took the ball from her, and then all four of them approached the front desk. Keith heard a faint chiming, and glanced down to find that Tammy had grabbed the red collar with the bell on it, and Aleda rolled her eyes thoroughly at the entreating smile the vulpix gave him.

“Okay, you can get it," Keith said with a laugh, taking it from her. “Do you want something, Aleda?"

Aleda snorted and lifted her nose.

Keith took the purchases through the checkout, and in short order was back outside in the arcade alleyway, sitting down on a bench under an indoor tree to dispense the new items.

Tammy was bouncing in place so much that it was hard to even get the collar over her head, and he carefully cinched it down, making sure it wasn't too tight, and then gave the bell a flick to make sure it worked.

Giving a delighted chirp, Tammy sat down on her haunches to bat at her own bell with a paw, while Keith moved on to Fayah.

Fayah was much more demure, standing still for him as he wrapped the collar around her neck and then tightened it down against her fur. She lifted a claw to tug at it, trying to get it to sit against her mane properly, and Keith helped, tugging her mane up at the back to try and get the collar to sit in between the giant tufts of fur. Eventually, her fur settled in to a well-worn pattern, and Fayah shook herself with a pleased rumble, lightly touching the edges of her collar. “Roc," she declared.

Keith smiled at her. “I'm glad it fits you proper then. Now, this thing," he added, pulling out the new pokeball.

“Ly… roc ly-can," Fayah murmured, eying the ball. She hesitantly produced her old worn pokeball, and handed it off to Keith. “Roc."

Keith placed the two balls button-to-button, and then glanced at Fayah, arching an eyebrow. Fayah stared at him, her expression inscrutable, and after no complaint was forthcoming, Keith pressed the two balls together until both buttons clicked. A red glow appeared between them, and with them locked together, Keith rotated the two balls until they had performed a half-spin relative to the other, and the light faded with a faint 'click!', the two balls separating.

“Okay, it's done," Keith said, and then held up Fayah's new ball, shiny and perfect. Fayah stared at it, her ears flattening.

“Here," Keith said, gently offering the ball to her.

Fayah stared at him, but didn't lift her paws to take it.

“I… you want me to hold onto this?" Keith asked.

Fayah nodded carefully, but didn't elaborate any further.

Keith pocketed the ball, and then stepped closer to her, wrapping his arms around her in a hug. Fayah resisted for a moment, but then relented, relaxing into the touch and resting her heavy chin on his head. She didn't seem to want to return the hug, even though she was accepting of receiving it, and Keith sensed the lycanroc's melancholy.

After a moment, Keith released her, and then produced her old ball, holding it out for her carefully. “Do you… want to hold onto this?"

Fayah did lift her paws this time, gingerly taking her old ball from him. She held it up in front of herself with both paws, inspecting it, carefully tracing its lines, its pittings, the scratches and marks of a long service. She leaned close and pressed her muzzle against it, gently rubbing her soft nose along its surface, inhaling the scent of it, her ears flattening back once more.

“It's okay," Keith said, resting a hand on her shoulder. “I understand that he still means a lot to you. And that's fine."

“...Roc…" Fayah murmured, lowering the pokeball. She lifted her paw up to her throat, giving her new collar a gentle tug, tracing its curve with a clawtip, before she lifted the ball again. Since there was no pokemon partnered to the ball, when Fayah hit the button on the outside, the ball clicked open, revealing the plates within. Fayah tilted it, opening up the ball until it was fully extended, and then closed her paws over both halves.

The big lycanroc's muscles rippled, and she gave the tiniest of growls as she twisted her paws in opposite directions, snapping the pokeball in half. The two little pins that held the hinges together scattered and plinked across the ground, bent and broken, and Fayah took the two broken halves of the pokeball in one paw and stomped over to the bin at the end of the bench. She threw the two pieces with such force that they banged against the bottom of the mostly-empty bin and Keith heard someone yelp in surprise in a shop nearby. Several inquisitive faces peeked out from the storefronts to see what the noise had been.

Keith didn't quite know what to say in this situation, and so he just stood beside Fayah, watching her stare at the bin, her chest heaving with repressed emotion.

“C'mon," Keith said gently after a time. “I gotta go meet this sylveon."

Keith turned to leave, and Fayah rounded on him, looming over him, one of her big paws reaching out and grasping his shoulder, stopping him dead in his tracks.

“I mean, we can stay here a little longer if you wa-" Keith was cut off as Fayah turned him to face her and pulled him in until his chest bumped her own.

Fayah stared down at Keith, and then lifted her other paw, wrapping both of them around him and hugging him fiercely.

---

The elevator dinged, and Keith stepped out, followed by Aleda, Tammy, and Fayah. The second floor of Mauville City looked much like the first, except the sweeping staircase went down instead of up. After his bike ride yesterday, the thought of climbing the stairs almost Keith nauseous, and so he had dragged them all into the elevator, even if the gentleman already waiting had 'graciously' chosen to wait for another elevator when he saw Fayah about to get in the enclosed space with him.

The shops on the second floor were less utility and more leisure, with coin-game stores, massage parlors, pokemon groomers, spas, beauty salons, and even custom-fit pokemon apparel stores lining the walkway.

“Hey, do any of you wanna spend some time at the stores while I go meet this sylveon? I shouldn't be long but at least it might be more entertaining than watching me cover myself with paint and roll on a canvas."

All three of Keith's pokemon stared at him.

“There's a groomers, spa place, beauty treatment, any of this sound good?" Keith asked, catching Aleda's eye.

Aleda pondered, and then nodded once. “Nine."

“Okay, one for the groomer, then," Keith remarked.

---

Keith stepped out of the groomer's store with Tammy in tow. Surprisingly, after seeing what was being done in the store, Fayah had tentatively allowed herself to be led to a seat and have an assistant start attacking her mane with a comb and a hair-dryer. Aleda had already been in her seat by that point, and was noisily communicating to the staff that she wanted her tails' dye redone.

Tammy, however, had refused to allow anyone in the store to pamper her, and so was happily bouncing along behind him, her little bell jingling with every hop.

Keith stared at the signs overhead, trying to find the right corridor, and then the right 'block', whatever that meant! After several minutes of aimlessly wandering, a nice old lady carrying a litwick pointed him in the right direction, and he arrived at a small 'block' tucked away in a corner. Rather than 'houses', the upper section of Mauville seemed to be sectioned off into contained 'apartments', some of them occupied by offices or shops, but several that he noticed were actual homes.

Upon knocking on the door, Keith heard a faint shuffling behind it, and it was opened by an extremely old lady, who peered up at him short-sightedly. “Yes, may I help you?"

“Oh uh… I think I… got the wrong door?" Keith said with a helpless chuckle, checking his tablet again and then looking up at the number over the door. It seemed to be the right doorway, at least. Had Fiona gotten it wrong?

“Are you here to see Glitter?"

Keith blinked once. “Yes, actually."

“Do come in," the old lady said, stepping back and holding the door open for him.

Keith stepped inside, with Tammy in tow.

The apartment looked like every old-person's house Keith had ever visited. There were picture frames on white frilly cloth, tea candles, glass memorabilia such as old bottles and cups, coffee mugs with 'witty' sayings on them, candle-holders, saucers with little duckletts printed on the centre, white plates with gold edgings in a cabinet with matching tea cups, old heavy silver cutlery cast with litleo motifs, collectable spoon sets hung on the wall with each new spoon representing a different pokemon, divided neatly into themed 'national' sets showcasing pokemon from around the world.

“I'm Nora, who are you, mister?"

“I'm Keith," he responded, staring around at all of the things Nora had chosen to display in her living room.

“And who's this?" Nora asked, ponderously leaning over to peer at Tammy.

“That's Tammy," Keith answered, while Tammy rose up on her hindlegs to apply a lick to Nora's cheek.

Nora chuckled, and straightened, shuffling over to the table to sit down, a cup of tea steaming in a cup on a decorative saucer. “Glitter is in her studio."

“Studio?" Keith asked blankly.

“Through the door over there," Nora pointed out, gesturing with her chin to one of the doors. “Feel free to go through. She's in the middle of a project and might fling some paints at you though."

“I'll try to keep that in mind," Keith said uneasily, hesitantly moving towards the door. He opened up the door to a long hallway, with several older doors on either side.

“The furthest one on the right!" Nora called.

Keith made his way down the hallway, Tammy's bell jingling close behind him, until he reached the last door on the right and knocked on it carefully.

“Syl vee!" a voice called.

Keith hesitantly turned the door handle, opening the door to Glitter's art studio.

The room was very sparsely furnished, with most of the furniture within given over to art supplies. A chest of drawers overflowed with paint bottles and jars, paintbrushes, and solvent. All of the visible jars seemed to have been used heavily, with their surfaces encrusted with various colours of paint.

Paint was on the walls, on the floor, on the furniture, everywhere. Pawprints of various colours were scattered about; on the floors especially, on the walls, and even a pair of yellow pawprints on the ceiling beams that caught Keith's attention and had him staring at them for several long seconds trying to figure out how it was even possible for them to get there.

“Sylveon!" Glitter complained, rounding on him and staring up at him.

Glitter was standing in front of an easel, her ribbons dipped in blue paint, and a hastily-scrawled series of shapes on the piece of paper that almost seemed to be a human shape. She seemed to be a normal sylveon from what little experience Keith had, though there was a fine glimmer of glitter in the fur of her ribbons and around her paws, glimmering in the sunlight streaming in through a high window.

“Hi there," Keith said, dropping down to one knee to be more on Glitter's level. “I kinda need your help. Did they say I was coming?"

“Sy," Glitter responded simply.

“Did they say why?"

“E-on," Glitter shook her head.

“Can you tell me if an egg is okay?" Keith asked plaintively.

Glitter stared at him, blue eyes narrowing for a moment. “Vee?"

Keith slid his backpack off, and opened it up, to reveal the egg, sliding it out carefully and then setting it down on its towel, so it wouldn't roll away.

Glitter stepped to the side, dipping her ribbon in a jar of clear liquid, swirling it around to get it clean of the paint, before moving over to the egg. She stared up at him for a moment, and then hummed thoughtfully, laying one of her ribbons on the egg and peering at it sightlessly, waiting several seconds.

She lifted her ribbon, and then returned to her easel, flipping the page over and dipping one of her ribbons in the paint, and turning to the new blank canvas. She drew a rough egg-shape with blue paint, and then a giant question mark.

“Yeah," Keith said uncertainly.

Glitter paused, and then drew a big dollar symbol.

Keith stared. “You want me to pay you for the information?"

Glitter nodded with an enthusiastic 'vee!'

“Oh." Keith blinked once. “Okay, yeah, I can do that. I was expecting something other than money," he admitted with a chuckle. “WIll you accept cash?"

“Vee!" Glitter complained, shaking her head firmly and then scribbling over the money symbol, adding an 'equals' sign to it and then a bunch of lines.

Keith squinted at the paper, and then gave the sylveon a long stare. “You want me to pay you in some other way, don't you?"

Glitter nodded eagerly.

Keith almost sighed. “Okay, what weird sexual things do I have to do?"

“Vee?" Glitter asked blankly, head tilting very far to the side and her little tail swishing. “Syl-vee!" she declared, pointing with a paint-stained ribbontip at a stool in the corner.

Keith gave her a dubious stare but did as requested, moving over to the stool and then pulling it over towards the easel.

“Vee!" Glitter said happily, and bounded forwards to press down on his lap with her paws, pushing him down onto the stool.

Keith found himself sitting on the stool, and watched with mild bemusement as she returned to her easel and began to very obviously size him up with her ribbons.

“Are you going to paint me?" Keith asked, peering around at the walls. There were various work-in-progress images hung up, many of which showed, oddly enough, humans.

“Vee!" Glitter responded with a happy smile, sizing him up for a moment longer before drawing a single stroke on her page with a ribbon. Satisfied, she stepped away from it, dipping both of her ribbons in the cleaning solution, and then rounding on him once more.

Keith watched, bemused, as the sylveon approached him, and she paused to give Tammy a glance, and then staring up at him. “Syl… vee?"

“Vul," Tammy responded from over by the door, before she prowled over closer.

“Vee!" Glitter replied warmly, seeming pleased by Tammy's answer. Her ribbons reached up, and tugged at the hem of Keith's pants.

Keith heaved a faint sigh. “Are you going to buy me dinner first?"

Glitter tilted her head, staring at him blankly. After a few moments, Keith relented, and undid the front of his pants, shuffling them off and then kicking them away, along with his shoes. Glitter's ribbons tugged at his shirt next, and he pulled it off over his head, leaving himself naked in front of the sylveon except for his socks.

Keith leaned down to pull his socks off, but Glitter shook her head firmly. “Vee!"

“Leave them on?" Keith asked, confused.

Glitter nodded enthusiastically.

Keith shrugged slightly, but pulled his socks back up to their normal position, settling himself on the stool.

Glitter watched him carefully, and then her clean ribbons extended, pressing lightly at his limbs, trying to get him to the pose she wanted. Keith gave her a bemused stare, but did as her ribbons suggested, eventually settling into a position with legs askew and palms on his thighs.

“Vee!" Glitter said, satisfied with how he was sitting, and then bounced around to her easel, staring at him from around it. She squinted, licking her lips, and then started to dip her ribbons in paints, swirling them up over the easel. Keith couldn't see anything from behind the easel, and so was stuck just sitting there watching her, slightly uncomfortably, his right leg slowly losing feeling from being in an awkward half-folded position.

Tammy bounced around behind the easel with Glitter, and watched her, head tilting to the side in confusion as she stared at the shapes.

“Do you want me to have like a certain express-"

“VEE!" Glitter hissed, pointing a ribbon at him angrily.

Keith closed his mouth and returned to being still as the sylveon demanded.

“Vee!" Glitter growled when Keith tried to adjust himself, as his left buttock was falling asleep on the hard seat.

Keith sighed inwardly, but continued to hold his pose, gritting his teeth and trying to ignore the growing urgency of the annoyed twinge in his hip.

After what felt like hours but was probably only ten minutes or so, Glitter came out from around the easel, staring at him with intent blue eyes. Keith followed her with his gaze, but was very careful not to turn his head.

Glitter prowled over to him, and then put her little paws on his knees, staring up at him, and then letting her gaze trail down over his crotch. A pair of ribbons touched at his hips, and Keith tilted his head down for just a moment to stare at them, relieved to find that they were the ribbons that weren't covered in paint.

The ribbons trailed down around Keith's hips, touching at the front of his thighs, and then grasping his cock, lightly holding around the middle of it. Keith shifted slightly, and Glitter stared daggers at him, and he quickly went back to holding his position.

Keith's toes dug into the floor as Glitter stretched upwards to apply a gentle lick against his cock, trailing her soft pink tongue from the midpoint of his shaft all the way to the tip with a lazy swirl against the end of it.

Keith's hips shifted slightly, and Glitter repeated the motion, her ribbons giving a slow stroke up and down his growing flesh. In short order, Keith's cock started to stand on its own, and he chanced a glance down at her.

Glitter was smirking up at him, slowly swirling her tongue against the head of his cock, squeezing his base with her ribbons, teasing him until he was rock-hard and throbbing in her grasp.

Tammy was watching with a tilted head from behind the easel as Glitter bounced away from him, and prowled back to the easel, staring at him for several seconds before giving a pleased 'vee!' and going back to painting.

“Did you do this jus-"

“-VEE!" Glitter hissed.

Keith closed his mouth and gave a grunted growl through his nose.

Glitter continued to swirl her ribbons across the canvas, spreading red and yellow paint from each ribbon. Tammy watched her, head tilted to the side, her six tails slowly twitching back and forth.

After a minute or so, Keith's erection started to wilt, and Glitter made an annoyed sound, moving to clean her ribbons of the paint.

“Vul… pix?" Tammy offered hesitantly.

“Syl vee?" Glitter mused, peering back at the vulpix, before giggling and nodding. “Sy!"

Keith watched out of the corner of his eye as Tammy advanced on him with Glitter's approval. The little vulpix lifted her paws up onto his knees, and then leaned up, nudging his slowly-wilting cock with her nose, and then applying a soft lick of her velvet tongue right against his base, slowly drawing the motion up towards his tip.

Keith huffed through his nose, his toes clenching at the floor and hips shifting very slowly, even as Tammy leaned up all the way to take his tip into her muzzle, pressing down and giving a lewd suckle.

In just a few moments, Keith was rock-hard again, and Tammy pulled back, giving a slow lick against his tip before pausing and peering over her shoulder at Glitter. “Vul?"

“Vee!" Glitter responded, making a motion with her clean ribbon, and Tammy acquiesced, shifting to the side to give the sylveon a better view.

The door handle clicked open, and Nora appeared in the doorway with a silver tray with a teapot on it and a plate of biscuits, humming happily as she came in to place it on a bench.

Keith tried to follow Nora's movement, but Glitter growled at him and he kept his head in its proper position.

Tammy slowly swirled her tongue against his tip as Keith's cock started to wilt again, and she quickly had him back standing full and stiff, throbbing against her ministrations.

“Tea and biscuits for when she gives you a break," Nora said warmly, shuffling around behind the easel and looking at the painting with a critical eye.

“Vee?" Glitter asked.

“More white around here," Nora suggested, pointing. “Catch the reflection, make him look a bit sweaty."

Keith felt sweaty with the old lady getting a full view of his vulpix blowing him.

“Don't you worry young man," Nora said warmly, shuffling out from around the easel. “This is hardly the worst thing I've caught Glitter doing and it won't even rate in the top three for this year alone!"

Keith gave a helpless chuckle and a strained 'thanks for the tea!' as Nora shuffled out of the room, while Tammy continued to slowly bob her muzzle on him before moving back so that Glitter could get a proper view.

---

After an agonizing fifteen minutes, Keith heard the sweetest words in the world: 'Vee, sylvee!'

Glitter was dipping her ribbons in the solvent, to get the paint off them, apparently done with her painting, and Keith sagged in his seat, finally able to relax.

Tammy stared up at him, his cock draped over her muzzle, throbbing lazily against her.

“Vee!" Glitter suggested, smiling around the easel at him, gesturing towards the painting with a ribbon.

Tammy slipped away from him, and he stood up, grunting at the sensation in his thighs. After sitting down in the same position for so long, they felt just as stiff as his saliva-drenched erection. He stiffly stepped around the easel, giving the painting a once up-and-down.

The painting was an accurate recreation of himself, as far as Keith could tell. In the painting, he was sitting on a barstool in a smoky bar, looking out of frame, buck-naked, a glass of amber liquid with visible ice cubes in it, and a giant, extremely incongruous erection.

“Huh, that's pretty good!" Keith admitted, smiling awkwardly at the sylveon. “Uh… but like… I've been teased for the last half hour and," Keith let his gaze trail over Tammy, who was sitting beside the easel, licking a forepaw in the most deliberately-innocent fashion she could manage. “I'm going to fuck Tammy stupid. Do you uh… mind?"

Glitter tilted her head to the side, big ears perking up, and she giggled for a moment, shaking her head. “Syl vee!" she responded brightly.

Keith's predatory gaze fell on Tammy; the vulpix still 'innocently' licking her paw, giving him a quick sideways glance, mischief in her brown eyes.

Keith made a motion with a hand. “C'mere, you," he said, dropping down onto his knees, settling with his stiff, bobbing erection on easy display.

“Vul!" Tammy giggled, bounding over towards him.

Before she had even gotten halfway, Glitter shifted, putting her paws up on Keith's thighs and leaning in to drag a slow lick around the head of his cock.

Keith's hand automatically found the sylveon's head, rubbing between her ears, gasping as she shifted and sank her muzzle down over his cock, consuming the first three inches of it and giving a slow, gentle suckle around it.

Keith's hips gave a slow roll against Glitter's suckling, and Tammy prowled up to settle on her haunches in front of him, next to the sylveon.

With a soft groan, Keith gently slid his stiff cock from Glitter's muzzle, and angled it towards Tammy instead. The vulpix immediately leaned forwards, willingly stuffing his cock into her little muzzle, sinking down over him until his tip bumped the roof of her mouth. Tammy closed her muzzle down on him, suckling eagerly around him, and Keith's hips gave a roll against her with a shudder.

A pair of ribbons wrapped around his cock, and Tammy protested for a moment, huffing as the stiff cock was tugged out of her little mouth, and pulled back over to Glitter.

The sylveon glanced sideways at Tammy for a long moment, smirking, before she pressed down over Keith's cock, burying her short muzzle over his cock, her tongue swirling along his underside while her ribbons shifted to grasp around his base.

Glitter stared up at him, blue eyes twinkling with mischief as she sank down further and further, Keith's back arching slowly and hips giving a rolling thrust as the sylveon sank him all the way down into her tight throat, swallowing around him slowly.

Tammy stared at the sylveon, head tilting to the side, watching the bulge of Keith's cock sinking down the length of her slender throat, even as he hunched over the eeveelution and gave a slow, eager grind of hips against her.

With a giggle, Glitter drew back, sliding back to lap at his tip, before sinking back down over him with a low hummed purr, pressing forwards and straightening her body so that Keith's cock sank smoothly into her throat. The sylveon gazed at Tammy for a moment as she managed to sink down all the way until her nose bumped his pubic hair, burying the entire length of his cock down her throat and tossing Tammy a wink even as she swallowed thickly around the stiff, throbbing flesh buried in her throat.

“Vul?" Tammy queried, giving Glitter a sideways stare, carefully lifting her little brown paw to press against the sylveon's throat curiously. Her eyes widened when Keith gave an eager grind of his hips and she felt the sylveon's throat bulging under the touch of her paw!

Glitter carefully pulled back, saliva drooling from her jaws, giving Keith's cocktip a lewd kiss and giggling before pressing it back towards Tammy.

Tammy stared at the stiff, bobbing cock and tilted her head to the left, eyes wide and concerned, looking like she was puzzling through a particularly obtuse mathematics problem. She turned her head, examining him from various angles, her little tails giving anxious flicks and jerks as she clearly tried to reconcile what she'd just seen with simple anatomic realities.

“Vee!" Glitter encouraged from behind the vulpix, smirking up at Keith all the while.

“Vul…" Tammy agreed, wrapping her soft, warm paws around the base of his cock, holding it steady as she sank her muzzle down over him.

Tammy's velvet tongue swirled around his crown as she descended, staring up at him and smiling at the way he twitched and shuddered when she flicked her tongue against his tip. She lapped at him eagerly, and then gave that puzzled expression again, her tails giving curious little flicks, her gaze shifting from staring at his crotch to gazing up at him, and then back down to his crotch.

She straightened her body slightly, tilting her head to the side, her ears perking up intently as she carefully pressed forwards.

Keith felt his tip bump against the tight ring of Tammy's throat, and the little vulpix immediately gagged, pulling back a half-inch and blinking, her nose wrinkling.

With a chuckle, Keith tousled her headcurls, lightly stroking fingertips over her earbase. “Hey, it's fine. It takes a fair bit of practise to do that," he soothed.

Tammy stared up at him, her brown eyes narrowing with annoyance, before she grumbled and adjusted her stance again, sinking forwards and burying Keith's tip in her throat, sinking the first fat inch of it right past the back of her muzzle. Her eyes widened, and she stared up at him, blinking away tears, noticeably gagging around him, her tails straightening from their curl for just a moment while her ears flattened back fully.

Keith gently stroked at the vulpix's cheeks and jaw, and then eased her backwards, until his tip slipped out of her throat, and she panted hard around him, staring up at him with watery eyes.

“It's rough, aint it?" he asked with a rueful smile.

Tammy nodded against him, the motion translated into a bobbing on his cock, before she pressed forward again, sinking down the stiff, throbbing cock until inches of it were bulging her little throat, and she stared up at him, her eyes watering, tears visibly forming at the corners and dripping down her cheek as she strained to keep from gagging around him. Her tight little throat was squeezing around his cock, clenching in wickedly teasing spasms and causing an unstoppable stirring motion in Keith's hips, trying to amplify the wonderful sensation of her throat around him.

“Fuck," Keith hissed, stroking the vulpix's ears slowly, and then grasping her head, tugging her even further down his cock. Tammy's eyes widened, and she struggled for a moment, her cheeks starting to burn with blush as inches of stiff human cock buried itself in her throat.

With a shudder, Keith pulled her back, until he felt the tight band of her throat relinquish its grip on his tip, and he squeezed her ears soothingly. “Sorry… but fuck that just feels amazing," Keith admitted.

Tammy stared up at him, saliva dripping from her muzzle, blinking once or twice, before staring back down at his crotch and then grinding forwards once more, burying him right back in her tight little throat, her teeth scraping around his cock as she pressed down all the way until he was bulging out her throat again, and she had to pause, gagging around him, giving a soft little noise of frustrated annoyance at her own inability to take all of him.

Keith shuddered, his hips shifting slowly, and one of his hands found the back of Tammy's head, starting to give eager, jerky rocking motions into her tight little muzzle and throat.

“You want this?" Keith asked, staring down at her intensely, grinding that stiff, throbbing cock right down into the vulpix's throat. “You want every fucking inch in your mouth?"

Brown eyes stared up at him, her little muzzle bulging with inches of stiff human cock, and Tammy's cheeks flushed faintly pink before she gave an almost imperceptible nod.

Keith's grasp behind Tammy's ears tightened, and he bore down with a little more eagerness, hips grinding forwards as he tugged her towards his crotch, burying eager inches of stiff human cock right down her throat, feeling the points of her teeth inching down his cock towards his base.

Tammy shuddered, her tails fanning out fully, eyes wide as Keith's cock edged down her throat, her paws clenching at the floor underneath her as she straightened further, staring up at him.

Keith's hips ground down into her little muzzle with a series of eager thrusts, sliding back and then sinking forwards, stretching the vulpix's muzzle and throat further and further until, with a shudder, he managed to bury every last inch in her throat!

Tammy stared up at him, eyes wide and tails flicking, swallowing around his cock with urgent little gulps, her nose buried in his pubic hair and every last inch of him stuffed in her mouth.

Keith relaxed his grip on Tammy's head, and she held her muzzle buried in his crotch, her tongue slowly drawing up against the underside of his cock as she swallowed around him in slow, reflexive motions.

Tammy held her position for several long, delightful seconds, before she pulled back. Sliding off of Keith's stiff erection and then swaying slightly, panting hard and then giving a soft cough, working her jaw.

Keith reached a hand up, stroking Tammy's ears, and she panted heavily, leaning against his palm, even as Glitter took her place, giggling as she leaned up to give a slow, eager suckle on Keith's saliva-slick cock.

Glitter bobbed slowly on him, sinking down a few inches, swirling her tongue carefully along him, before pulling back and staring up at him, her eyes glimmering with mischief.

Tammy gave a confused noise as the sylveon's ribbons lifted and pressed against her, and she gave a faint whine as she was turned away from Keith's stiffly-standing cock, soft sylveon paws and ribbons turning her until she was facing away from him.

Keith watched with a lustful stare as Glitter's paint-stained ribbons slipped in under Tammy's tails, lifting them upwards while the sylveon's soft pink paws grasping svelte brown vulpix rump, helping angle Tammy's hips up to present that tight little fox pussy to the best possible angle. The paws pressed down, spreading the vulpix slowly, letting him watch soft, bubblegum-pink inner flesh be slowly revealed with the spreading of her little cunt.

Keith's cock throbbed urgently at the sight.

Glitter stared up at him, grinning and giggling, her blue eyes sparkling happily as she clocked his hungry expression. Soft pink paws spread Tammy a little further, and then Glitter leaned further over her rump, staring up at Keith even as she dragged a slow, careful lick right against Tammy's spread little cunt.

“V-vul!" Tammy stammered, her fur frizzing out as Glitter's nimble tongue swirled in against her spread cunny, the paws grasping at her rump spreading her even further so that the sylveon's lick could swirl against places that had only been touched so far by Keith's cock.

“Yesss…" Keith hissed between his teeth, a hand reaching forwards to help angle the vulpix in to a more presentable pose, his other hand grasping his neglected, rock-hard cock and giving it an eager stroke up and down.

“Syl vee!" Glitter declared, giggling as she rotated, stepping around the vulpix in a semicircle, until she was standing directly behind the smaller pokemon, in between her and Keith. Those soft paws continued to spread the vulpix, holding the soft little lips of her cunt spread wide so that the sylveon could lean in and lap directly at the exposed flesh, causing all six of Tammy's tails to jerk and quiver with each swirl of the agile tongue.

Keith trailed his free hand back, sliding over Glitter's head, ruffling her short fuzz, until he could circle her relatively short tail, sinking his fingers under her tail until he found a channel of wet flesh, smirking at the way Glitter stiffened as he buried a finger inside her.

“S-Syl vee!" Glitter groaned against Tammy's thoroughly-slick cunt, her back arching as Keith added a second digit to her body, spreading her own eager flesh. Glitter was tight, but in a completely different way to Tammy. Rather than a constant grinding tightness that inexorably squeezed around him, Glitter's inner flesh felt vacuum-sealed around his fingers. Every inch he sank inside her was relatively easy, compared to Tammy, but her flesh was a constant, inescapable grasp, coaxing and caressing around his fingers. Even when he drew his digits back, the grasp remained, tight around his fingertips, giving him no reprieve from the gentle suckling stimulation of her slick cunt.

Keith slipped his fingers out of the sylveon, and instead clambered up behind her, both palms gripping her haunches, helping angle her body, and even as she continued to lap at the vulpix, Glitter lowered her chest, arching her rump up willingly for him, spreading her hindlegs. He took the invitation without hesitation, bumping his rock-hard cocktip right up against the slick lips of Glitter's tight pussy, fingertips digging into her fur as he ground forwards, fighting against her initial resistance until she spread around him and all at once three inches of achingly-stiff human cock were buried inside her!

“V-vee!" Glitter moaned, muffled against Tammy's leaking cunt, her ears flattening back and rump swaying as Keith shifted and hammered a trio of searching thrusts into her, each one burying him a little deeper until the third thrust had his crotch tight up against her own, spreading tight sylveon cunt to its limits, feeling her clenching and squeezing around every last inch of his throbbing cock.

“F-fuck," Keith hissed between clenched teeth, feeling the rolling motion of Glitter's hips translating into a grasping, coaxing squeeze around his stiffly-throbbing cock. With a growl, he leaned forwards, arching Glitter's hips up with his grasp so he could lean over her properly, starting to pound down into the sylveon with eager, rough humps that bumped her muzzle right against Tammy's crotch!

Keith was so rock-hard and urgent after the dual-deepthroating that he could waste no time pounding the sylveon, his palms grasping at her hips, tugging her back against him as he lunged forwards over and over again, sliding back several wet inches of his glistening cock, coated in saliva and sylveon juice, only to bury it back inside her, balls-deep, feeling his balls bouncing against her inner thighs with the force.

“V-vee veeee v-vee!" Glitter moaned, almost incoherent as Keith fucked her hard and fast, rocking her entire body back and forth, her forepaws losing their grasp on the vulpix and instead finding the floor in front of her, trying to maintain her balance as Keith's urgent thrusts got the better of her.

“S-sylvee!" Glitter breathed, her tight pussy starting to bear down on Keith harder and harder, clenching around him in earnest as he ruthlessly fucked her, deliberately fighting through the tightening of her smaller form to make sure each of his urgent thrusts found her deepest limit.

“Vee!" Glitter squeaked as Keith hit a particularly rough thrust, his tip snagging against a tightness deep inside the sylveon. She trembled, eyes widening, her voice tapering off into a tiny whimper as she started to clench and grasp around him in orgasm, her ears pinning back fully and hindlegs spasming, every last inch of tight cunt clenching and coaxing around Keith's cock almost desperately.

But Keith was hardened in the crucible of vulpix, lopunny, and braixen pussy, and it would take a lot more than that to overcome his defenses.

Keith drew back, sliding his rock-hard cock out of Glitter's clenching cunt, feeling it spring upwards once it was finally free of her grasp, dripping with her liquids. Tammy was shuddered and whimpering, still bent over with her saliva-and-vulpix-juice dripping pussy on full display, visibly clenching in slow rhythm, obviously close to an orgasm which the fucked-stupid sylveon had been rendered unable to assist with.

With a grin, Keith clambered over the sylveon, feeling Glitter numbly flatten her body to facilitate his movements, until he was kneeling behind the vulpix instead, running his palms through the velvet fur of her back, until he could grasp her hips and arch her rump up into a more presentable pose for him.

“Vuuuul…" Tammy almost begged, her little tails arching higher over her back, hindlegs shifting slightly to try and press back against him. Keith didn't hesitate to take the offer, palms grasping against her haunches, angling her rump up towards him as he pressed the tip of his stiffly-throbbing, thoroughly-drenched cock against her tight little cunt and then ground forwards.

Tammy arched against him, her tails fluffing against his stomach as his slick tip probed at her entrance, spreading her further and further until he finally overcame her resistance and wedged the head of his cock inside her. Heated, slick flesh squeezed around him urgently, and with a growl, he edged further inwards, hands grasping at Tammy's sides to try and get a little deeper inside her.

“V-vul!" Tammy squeaked, her depths cinching down around him intently, and it was a moment later that Keith felt Glitter's tongue trailing against him, swirling from Tammy's clit and then up over his underside, nudging her little nose in against his balls.

With a shudder, Keith started to hump into the tight little vulpix, stuffing inches of solid human cock inside her. It was only the second time he'd ever fucked her, but with Glitter's saliva and her own dripping arousal, there was scant little Tammy's body could do to repel the insistent human cock battering at its defenses.

Inch after inch of silken vulpix pussy spread around Keith's cock, permitting him a little deeper with each hump, and he shuddered, bearing down harder, determined to get every inch inside.

Tammy was squeezing around him tighter, clenching and grasping at his rock-hard cock, the ring of her seeping liquids drawing further up the length of his cock with each determined thrust he sank down into her. Glitter's tongue was working overtime trying to clean up the mess of Tammy's heated juices, and every time she flicked the vulpix's clit, Tammy would squeeze down around Keith's cock, grasping him so tightly it felt like she was trying to bend him.

“Every. Fucking. Inch." Keith growled, bearing down with more weight, punctuating his words with urgent thrusts that speared into the clenching vulpix, spreading her wider and wider, until, with a snarl of delight, he finally managed to bottom out inside her.

Every last inch of Keith's cock was buried inside her now, throbbing hard, his tip pressed up tight against some forbidden barrier deep inside the vulpix, bulging out her tight little cunt. She was so incredibly tight that he could feel her heartbeat around his cock, fast and fluttery, only growing more and more urgent as she started to tremble and shudder in climax.

“V-vul Pix!" Tammy snarled as Glitter rolled over onto her back to suckle urgently at her clit, and Keith was suddenly treated to the exquisite sensation of a vulpix orgasming around him.

Tammy felt different from behind, somehow even better than when he'd fucked her on her back, and each urgent spasm of her depths milked his cock, twisting and grasping around it in rapid, eager coaxing ripples.

Keith could have orgasmed right there; his body was begging him to just unload balls-deep in his eager vulpix, but he had something far more debaucherous in mind.

With a gasp, he tugged backwards, sliding out of the grasping, tugging, coaxing vulpix cunny, feeling rivulets of Tammy's molten desire trailing down his cock. He shuddered, panting hard, his cock throbbing and jerking with an incensed lack of fulfilment, while he stared down at the sight of a presented, recently-fucked vulpix cunt drooling heated shimmering liquids, and the eager lapping muzzle of the sylveon beneath.

“S-spread her!" Keith panted down at Glitter, grasping a handful of Tammy's tails and angling them upwards, even as he aimed his angrily-throbbing cock right at his vulpix's spasming cunt, and the sylveon face scant inches below!

Glitter stared up at Keith as he started to stroke himself off, obviously aiming to blow his load right over Tammy's spread little cunt and her own face, and she did exactly as requested.

Keith watched with lustfully-narrowed eyes as Glitter's ribbons traced up over Tammy's rump, tugging at her drooling cunt, spreading her… and then the thin, agile ribbons disappeared inside! A pair of ribbons buried themselves right inside Tammy's clenching cunt, and the vulpix gasped and quivered from nose to tailtip, her back arching and rump jerking in surprise at the sensation, while Glitter stared up at Keith with an eager lust.

Glitter's ribbons shifted slightly, and then spread, not just spreading Tammy as she had before; not just parting the shallows of the vulpix's delicate cunt, but spreading her all the way down. Keith could only watch with widening eyes and exploding libido as Tammy's tight little cunt was gaped for him, giving him a glimpse at depths he never thought he'd see.

“O-oh fuck…" Keith murmured, his knees clenching slightly at the debaucherous tableau; but his erection quickly reminded him of his plan, and with a shudder, he felt his orgasm pulsing down the length of his cock.

“F-fuck!" Keith repeated, quickly shuffling up closer to the vulpix, one hand on her rump and the other angling his throbbing cock towards her gaping little cunt, Glitter holding the vulpix spread for him obediently even as she watched his oncoming orgasm with lustfully-lidded eyes.

The first eager spurt of Keith's spunk splashed right over Tammy's spread pussy, drooling in a thick rope from one side to the other; but the second caught against her spread flesh… and disappeared inside! He could only watch, his eyes widening as Tammy's little cunt just swallowed up the spurt of his pearly-white spunk, disappearing down into the bubblegum-pink depths of her body and pooling against that forbidden place his cock had been up against moments before.

Keith's orgasm intensified at the sight, and he shuddered in delight, stroking himself harder and faster, spilling more spurts out against her. Another fat dribble of gooey human spunk caught against Tammy's inner thigh, draping in a thick line right up over the spread lips of her cunny and disappearing inside. Lines of mess were starting to accumulate at her clit and were drooling down in thick lines. The ribbons stuffed in Tammy's tight little entrance, wedging her open, were graced with their own spurts.

Tammy whimpered faintly as Glitter leaned up and lapped at her clit, and Keith saw the vulpix's body clench; saw Glitter's ribbons shift as they tried to counteract the strength of Tammy's squeezing depths, and then saw a slow upwelling of his own spunk start to pour from the vulpix's thoroughly-drenched, inundated little cunt.

Glitter giggled, and caught Keith's eye, opening her mouth wide, one of her free ribbons angling his cock down with a sudden tug, and he groaned as he splashed a line of spunk right over her nose and cheek, before spilling his remaining few spurts directly over her presented tongue and into her mouth.

Glitter leaned up, swirling her tongue against his tip, smirking at him, making sure he was watching her as she slowly, carefully started to slide her ribbons free of Tammy's used cunt. A film of Keith's spunk clung to the ends of her ribbon, giving her quite the debaucherous paintbrush, but as soon as Tammy's depths were released from Glitter's ribbons, they started to return to their normal state, slowly tightening back up.

“Syl vee," Glitter hummed, giggling up at him and opening her mouth again, little pink paws reaching up to grasp Tammy's haunches, holding the vulpix steady as her slowly-cinching depths squeezed out tendrils of Keith's spunk which slowly drooled directly down into Glitter's mouth!

Keith grasped Tammy's rump, angling her to a more presented position, watching as her tightening entrance drooled thick rivulets of his spunk right down into Glitter's willingly-opened mouth.

With a muffled giggle, Glitter angled her muzzle, letting Keith see the pool of mess caught in her mouth, before she closed her mouth and audibly swallowed, giving an exaggerated lick of her lips for him.

“Fuuuuck…" Keith hissed, pressing a fingertip into Tammy's thoroughly-used cunt, slowly working it back and forth, watching a ring of his own spunk form around his finger, only for Glitter to reach up and grasp his finger, dragging it down to her muzzle to give a lewd suckle around.

“I can tell you do work for V.E," Keith said with a laugh.

Glitter smirked and winked at him.

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Tammy was dozing in a messy stupor on the floor while Glitter lazily licked her ribbons clean, and Keith tried to drag his clothes on over stiff limbs. Sitting immobile for so long after his long bike-ride to Mauville the previous day had muscles aching again, and he was very much looking forward to collapsing into his hotel room bed once more.

“Vee!" Glitter hummed.

“Hmm?" Keith mumbled, pulling his shirt on and peering over at her. Glitter had pulled down the painting of him, and had a new sheet of paper ready to go, appraising the various colours of paint in front of her. “Oh Arceus not another painting, please."

“Syl vee!" Glitter countered, snorting and tossing her head. She dipped her ribbons in some paint, and then drew a big sandy-coloured oval on the paper.

“Oh, the egg?" Keith intuited.

“Vee!" Glitter confirmed, drawing an 'equals' sign and then a big green tick next to it.

“Oh… it's fine?" Keith read, giving a slight sigh of relief.

Glitter nodded enthusiastically, and then turned back to the sheet of paper. She cleaned her ribbon off, dipping it in red and orange, and then drew a big flame symbol.

“It's a fire type?"

“Vee!" Glitter confirmed again.

“You can… tell that?" Keith asked dubiously.

Glitter stared at him with such momentary condescension that he didn't question her appraisal.

Happy that Keith's doubts had been sufficiently lambasted, Glitter turned back to the canvas and drew several 'plus' signs next to the flame.

“More fire types?" Keith asked blankly.

“Sy," Glitter said, shaking her head firmly. She drew several wavy lines extending above the flames.

“Roasting?" Keith tried to guess. “Uh… bonfire? Inferno?"

“Sy, sy, sy," Glitter responded, exasperated. She chewed on her tongue for a moment, before quickly sketching an old-style thermometer, and then adding a burst glass effect at the end of it, before pointing at it enthusiastically.

“Heat?" Keith asked dubiously.

“Vee!" Glitter said, and then added several more 'plus' signs.

“Oh you want me to heat the egg?"

“Vee-vee!" Glitter bounced in place, nodding.

“Oh, okay, yeah I guess that makes sense if it's a fire-type egg… I won't… hurt the egg, will I?"

Glitter shrugged and then drew a big question mark.

“Well, thanks for the help," Keith said, crouching down to tousle her headfur. Glitter hummed happily and arched into the stroke, her clean ribbons lightly touching around his wrist. “Can I uh… borrow your bathroom? I kinda need to clean up Tammy before parading her back through the city."

“Syl vee," Glitter giggled, pointing towards a door off to the side.

Tammy gave an incoherent mumble as Keith scooped her up and carried her into the bathroom to get cleaned up. While Glitter watched him go and flipped the sheet of paper to a new page, starting to sketch a glamour-shot of a human with a thoroughly-used vulpix on the side.