FSE

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Disclaimer: I do not own Pokémon or any related material. This is a work of fiction. Any references or connections you may see here are purly accidental. This story is adult themed and is intended for mature audiences only.

Story Updated to version 3, Thanks to :iconthe-caring-guardian: and the hours he spend on correcting my grammatical shortcommings.

Fear Of Rejection

-Because everyone needs a smutty romance novel once in a while. :)

-Side A: Rejection-

The white door leading to my office was closed with an alarming thud, indicating that the only thing which could separate my personal space from the rest of this shitty company was nearing the end of its designated lifespan.

It was supposed to have been changed months ago, but a number of surprisingly deep budget cuts had put a sudden hold onto every "unnecessary renovation expense", as the board had called it. I had the urge to cringe every time someone entered my office and disregarded my poor door handle. It was basically clinging onto its very existence by now.

“Much like my sanity at this point..."

Most visitors tend to rudely wrench it open so that they could hide their own insecure looking faces by making a more stern and noisy approach. I've been doing these evaluation meetings for the past two weeks now. Most of the workers that came in here reacted almost after the same pattern each and every time.

The first thing that the poor fellow does when he enters the battleground, my battleground, is to confirm his location. Said combatant then shifts his eyes narrowly to the metal nameplate, situated at the top of my heavy office desk. Nervously gazing at it, as if to make sure that he was really dropped into the right warzone:

Johnathan Dale, HR Management.

I often imagined that most of the People (or Pokemon) which came to visit my office within those last few weeks had secretly wished to be dropped off at a real battlefield instead, judging by the nervous and cramped looks that was etched onto their faces. There was no secret that the Dewgong Shipping Company was downsizing. As the demands on Sinnoh exports still continued to dwindle, the amount of customers that wanted their wares to be shipped across the ocean had also started to decline. Therefore, even a major player like our company was now in need of letting go some of its... "more expendable assets", as the executive board had euphemistically phrased it on their meetings.

Namely: a good third of the lower income workers as well as half of the staff Pokemon had to be dismissed from the company. Said Pokemon were the first ones that were bumped. Based on the fact that they were practically owned by the company, they were the easiest group to take care of. Only a select few of the more sentient ones proved to be a nuisance. Luckily, an acquaintance of mine was running a small trading company on his own, so I had the chance of finding new ownerships for most of them. After all, strays were not tolerated here in Veilstone City, and I doubted that even one of those critters could survive on their own. The real challenge however, proved to be the long term employees which I, in my profession as the known human-relations asshole of the company, had to fire in a maniacal frequency in which a well coordinated workforce would be able build cars in assembly lines. Working myself down to the bone, I tried to make sure to find a receiving company in need of dock workers, security personnel or canteen staff. Heck, I even used a good portion of my own free time to ensure that at least the major part of the cleaning and housekeeping staff could be placed at least in similar working conditions that they had at Dewgong Shipping.

Needless to say, it felt like scooping up the ocean with a rusty spoon. The sleep depravity on my face was painfully evident and had aged my appearance by at least five years. I softly massaged my temples as I tried to focus on the woman in front of me.

Her name was Cassie. She...

Cassie Silh...

Cassie Shail...

Let's Just call her Cassie Something. She was a young woman, nearly as old as me. Stuck somewhere between twenty and thirty years. The dreadfully adventurous time in our lives when society finally decides to catch up on you; deeming you either a worthy winner or some loser of this fucked up play that some people might actually can call a living.

Our sitting positions around my dark wooden office desk only seemed to amplify that statement, by making our positions painfully evident. Still, I had my rates to keep. Cassie had once stolen from the company's inventory. A laptop computer which was sure to be trashed anyway. The person in charge had overlooked that fact, only stating it as "minor incident" in her profile. A small red patch amidst a perfect working record. She took a good deal of unpaid after-hours and even sacrificed paid vacation for that hell-hole of a workplace. A, in my opinion, very sacrilegious decision. This small red patch on her record was all the reason needed to make me say those drenching words, which I had used far too often within the past days to feel any kind of remorse left in them.

"Miss Shail... Sheili..."

"Sheliqua." She corrected me, maybe a little too annoyed for my taste. "Miss Sheliqua, you have served our company well these past..." I stopped, looking up her paper for the corresponding number.

"Six years, five months, twenty-seven days and counting" she added, holding up her head a little higher as if to emphasize something. She's been here three times as long as me, not even counting by working hours.

Now she had to leave.

"You have served the Dewgong Shipping Co. well these past six years, but I am very..."

"It has been six and a half years!" she corrected me again. I grew more annoyed as she grew bolder. "Yes, well. Anyway we thank you for your outstanding assistance to the Dewgong Shipping Company." She smiled at that. "But I am afraid to tell you that for reasons concerning the downsizing as well as reorganization of our company, your workplace has been cut. We hereby grant you the opportunity to pursue other career opportunities. Insofar..."

"No." came a short but firm reply.

"Beg your pardon?" I asked, mimicking surprise as one of my feet was already pressing the emergency call button.

This was the third time today.

"YOU CAN'T BE SERIOUS!" She practically exploded in her chair, sending the contents of my office desk flying in every possible direction throughout my small office. My experience from previous encounters of her kind had paid off, for I had moved any heavy or sharp looking objects out of her vicinity, just minutes before her appointment. Just as she was about to throw the chair at me, the door behind Cassie burst open and within seconds, she was firmly grabbed by the strong arms of a Machamp, wearing a simple top which had the big letters "SECURITY" imprinted on it. Cassie struggled quite a lot while throwing a good quantity of insults at me.

I've heard better ones this morning.

A healthy dose of Stun-spores made her go limp. I looked behind the Machamp to see a Venomoth fluttering next to his supposed Trainer. "Carlos! Bring her out gently, will ya?" his commanding voice sounded out as he made a simple gesture to his Pokemon. The Machamp just replied with a simple and muttered "Yes.", as he dragged the nearly unconscious Cassie Sheliqua out of her now former workplace.

That act had cost her the lump pay.

There is a number of people I can care about. She was none of them.

The Trainer casually stepped into my office "Darn it John! This is the fourth time that I had to save ya` sorry ass today! Just how in Arceus' name can ya keep up that kind of work?"

I hadn't even taken a look at the person who just saved my hide as I continued to stoically organize the contents of my beloved wooden office desk back into their original positions. I always liked my workplace organized. "Thanks again Steven," I finally responded. "But there were only three incidents today, so the call is on me." I grinned, trying to alleviate some of the most recent stress by sorting my documents. Steven laughed as he inspected my office for possible damage. "Did you lose count already, old man? It was four, I tell ya! Or did ya forgot that guy with the Vulpix who wanted to incinerate your office this morning?"

Grinning, I shook my head. He was right, maybe I AM getting old.

The Vulpix was kind of cute though.

"John, it's getting late. I think you should call it a day. Can even give you a ride if ya` want me to. Ya can't keep up this kind of work forever, ya know?"

I simply gave him a pat on the shoulder as I passed by."No, thank you. But I appreciate the gesture."

"Anything that will get me of the cutting board!" he replied cheekily before continuing on his patrol rounds. This time I had to stifle a heartfelt laugh. We both knew that the board was never going to let him go free. Steven was one of the few elite Trainers that managed to keep this chaotic workplace in check.

As I was about to take my leave, I noticed that the old door handle on my door had finally given up on life and was just limply hanging down on the frame without any purpose left in it. It had survived years of permanent usage, only to become completely trashed and broken within just two measly weeks of abuse.

"Maybe it will break me too someday..." I muttered as I scrapped my fingers softly over the scratched metallic surface. Was I already feeling that old and used up to harbour these kinds of thoughts?

Closing my coat, I pressed on to finally leave that wretched compound of a workplace.

It was a beautiful day outside...

birds were singing, spring flowers blooming...

on days like these, adults like me...

Well...,

I am sure you know how the story goes. Maybe the monster was truly human all along.

Reflecting on the things I had done today was as pointless as it was yesterday, or the day before that or even... hell, I didn't even know how long I can keep up that kind of work. To make matters worse, I even knew that the board was using the reorganisation as a simple ruse to cut costs wherever the hell they could.

I've seen the numbers. The company is making new profit milestones by the day. And yet, they tried to expel everything and everyone that took a cut on those profits, no matter how petty. By now, my bosses had managed to reduce me into a scapegoat asshole that was constantly firing staff for no reason at all. Just in order to generate more profit. There was literally nothing I could have done to stop that from happening, even though I've tried.

I really did.

But if I am just going to give up and move, then some other asshole will just fill in for me. Maybe a real one this time. One that doesn't care about how much he destroys the future of others...

Empathy can be a real bitch sometimes.

A cheerful girl with a Luxio in tow ran past me, not even wasting the fraction of a second to take note of the person she had nearly ran into.

I chuckled, wondering if she was off to a bright and great adventure...

Looking at her joyful face made me recall that my very own adventure was coming up too. Maybe It wasn't as great as that of a joyful child, trying to take on the whole world by itself.

I couldn't do it like her, for I would lack the necessary naivete for such a task. No, my adventure has its own little perils. And is still going to be a daring one nonetheless. I have kept myself motivated all these dreadfully long weeks, working myself to the bone and planning every aspect just to make it happen today.

To finally confess my love.

They say that age and experience makes it easier to open your heart to others, but that's just wishful thinking. If you truly want to find the courage to trust your feelings out in the open, kinky as they may be, then you must first confess to yourself. Promising yourself that you will push though all the way. Commitments like these should never been taken lightly.

It had taken me quite a while for that. It is not the fear of guilt, or the wrongness of my love interest that was constantly challenging my confidence. The Doomfinger of society, which will squash me like a nasty insect if I disobey their believes, can continue to point at me for all I care! No, my Ego had managed to successfully scrape those restraints years ago. They were gone together with all those small minds who harassed me, the bystanders who laughed at me and the friends that forsake me at some point of my life. No. I had prevailed; grown stronger on those odds and became confident in myself and my skills, little by little. Maybe a little harder and unforgiving to others too, but such is life.

At least I had stayed true to myself.

Well..., most of my time anyway.

I had taken my planned little detour, which had lead me to at a small yet elegant looking shop for luxury goods. To be more precise, it was the only manufacturer in Veilstone City which still specializes in making hand crafted Pokemon accessories. The doorbell gave a soft jingle as I entered, announcing my presence. The store had a decently filled shop front, but was rather small and rundown compared to most shops of this kind. The air was rather thick on chemicals. Fumes of all kinds filled the upper ceiling. If anything, it felt more like I was standing in the entrance to a factory than in a store made for selling upper class luxury items. The counter was empty, except for an older looking Scizor which was half dozing, half keeping watch on the displayed goods.

"Hello?" I called, but nobody came. I tried it little louder:

"HELLO? ANYBODY THERE?"

My yelling had the desired effect, as the dull sound of metal hitting metal subsided. Even the Scizor looked a little startled a my call. A faint voice could be heard from the back-room. "Give me a few! I'm coming right up at cha!" Moments later an old, but agile looking goldsmith wearing a face mask emerged from the fume stricken back of the shop. "What can I get cha? Anything ya fancy for ya fancy possession?" he jokingly asked. His unexpectedly joyful attitude caught me by surprise."Yes! Well... I mean... I came to pick up the... special order." I blurtedout, making the Old man's face brighten up at the mention of my order. "Aye! Mister Dale I guess, I finished polishing it an hour ago. My daughter already wrapped it up, so I gave her the rest her day off. Should be playing around with her Luxio somewhere. Silly girl, always gets herself into trouble." He added with a warm smile while handing me the piece I had requested about a week ago. "Must say, this is one of the darnestpieces I have made in a long time. Trying to out-contest ya opponents with some fancy accessory, arent ya?" He laughed again.

"Not quite." I chuckled. "It's a... it's kind of a gift. For someone that I hold... very dear." The geezer just shook his head at my answer "Ill never get ya young ones. Payment has already been given in advance, so if ya can excuse me, I want to finish the rest of ma work 'forenightfall. Just give her a pat on the head for me, will ya?" he mockingly asked as he went back into his foul smelling back room. I couldn't hide my smile as I let the small box slide into one of my larger pockets.

If everything worked out exactly as is planned it, A pat on the head would only be the start of something more.

Something way more!

My small house came into view, waking the benefit of doubt inside of me. He would be at home, like always. A thousand questions suddenly raced through my mind. Can I really be honest with him? How would he react? Would he laugh at me, for making such a cheesy offer? At the glimmer of insecurity and yearning he had sparked inside of me? Would he want me too or...

Would he reject me?

I giddily entered my home and was immediately greeted with a sight I absolutely hadn't expected to see.you would already fussing as

Piles of clothes littered the floor. Long scarves, exotic looking dresses and... boldly coloured underwear, just to name a few. Just when I was about to pick up the pinkest slip I've ever seen in my entire life, a ringing voice which I hadn't planned to hear for the rest of the month greeted me in a cheerful manner.

"John! Hi! How was your day?"

What was SHE still doing here, for Arceus sake? I had nearly toppled over as I heard Samantha`s sing song voice dancing intomy ears. Building from my lifelong experience, I tried to hide my uneasiness behind an art which I had nearly perfected over the years of verbal training and paid procrastination:

Playing Dumb.

"Hi Sam!" I answered, trying to sound equally cheerful. "I... see that you are still... here." All the replay that I got were shuffling noises as she moved though her room, so I proceeded with my inquiries. "That's nice and all but, sh... shouldn't you be sitting in a plane to Kanto right now? You know, visiting your girlfriend, or whatever you wanted the money for?" This time I heard footsteps. And just a few moments later a very attractive and very naked Samantha emerged from her room, only to shriek at me for the obscenity of openly showing her lovely chest right into the field of my vision.

I couldn't hide my nasty smirk.

"OHMYGOSHSORRY!" She stammered rather undignified fashion, as I delightfully watched the continuation of her failed attempts to hide her well toned body behind a piece of cloth which was evidently way too small to cover up even half of her marvellous skin. I was pretty sure I had seen more of her body in these past few moments than I had in the entire year since she started to "occupy" my guest room.

As Sam finally got a hold of something... more appropriate for her size, the look on her face changed from one of shock and surprise to a more serious and slightly angry one.

"You know, it's rude to stare at a lady without her explicit permission!" she fumed while she was hastily securing the used bath towel around her chest. My nasty smirk still hadn't left my face. "Since when did you become a lady, Sam? Normally, soon as I start using your full name: Sa-man-tha!" I replied.

She just shook her head at my crude remark, but her mask quickly crumbled like a slate of aged sandstone. Her womanly frown quickly turned into a smirk. If I hadn't known her for more than a year, then I would have called it slutty,

...invitingly slutty. But she was just playing games with me, like she always does. After all, Sam herself prefers open minded ladies, and not just some boring middle aged quarter-life crisis guys like me. Still, having Samantha around was brightening enough, even if she only lived here for free food and lodging.

I knew that,

she knew that,

and I believe that she also knew that I knew that she knew it.

But having an actress living with you makes life far more interesting than living alone. After all, it was her job to wear masks all the time, just so that she could appeal the people around her.

We got along great... as friends.

"I Know, I know. Normally, I wanted to be gone hours ago, but then I couldn't decide which clothes to take along. Those luggage fees are jokingly high!" she added as she picked up some of her clothes. "Anyway, I was lucky to postpone my ticket to an early flight tomorrow morning. So I am letting you guys be on your own tonight."

Before I got the chance to reply, she had already disappeared with a mountain of clothes in her arms into my guest room. Or more accurately speaking: her living quarters. Shrugging, I ditched my coat and ventured on to greet my other room-mate, like I preferred to dub him.

As I set foot in my living room, my eyes gazed upon the laziest Pokemon I had ever seen. And most likely, ever will.

A Typhlosion laid sprawled across the whole couch. One of his front-legs idly dangling down. His hazel coloured eyes were glued on my TV, watching some cartoon show. He seemed completely oblivious to my presence.

"Can you move an inch or ten?" I asked, nearing the couch. He didn't even took a glance at me "Is that an order, master? came his annoying reply. He rarely sounded that offended. A frown plastered my face. "Arceus damn it Lance! You know how much I hate it when you put it like that. No One is owning anyone in here!"

I realized my outburst a little too late.

"I... I am sorry Lance, it's been... It was a hard day again." Lance suddenly turned, carefully avoiding the use of his left paw as he made room for me to settle down. "No," he calmly spoke, "It's okay, I was just teasing ya. Hoping to cheer you up. My bad. Tell me, how many times did that Trainer guy had to help you out today?" He asked happily, feigning interest in my work like he always did. He always did that so that he could give me something to vent on. I always appreciated that on him, like everything else he did to me.

And so, I ranted! On the dock worker that threw my paperweight at me (but fortunately missed), the guy who wanted to burn down my office with his Vulpix, the older women that started to cry as I had told her of her forced, measly pension. And of course, Cassie Sh... She... Something. The Person responsible for breaking my door. I had nearly screamed in his face at some point, but he kept himself calm.

Lance just looked at me with his large, forgiving eyes, "Feeling better?" he asked, sounding as if we had done these kinds of discussions for the first time.

"Yeah, it helped a lot." I smiled reaching out to pet his head.

Seeing my palm, he immediately shooed away, "You know I don't like being touched, John, how often are you going to ignore that?"He asked, sounding more annoyed than usual. Sighing, I pulled my hand away in defeat. He was living here for the past six months, but I rarely got to pet him. What made matters worse was the that he seemed a lot less reluctant with Samantha. He got off the couch before I could mutter an apology for my violation his personal space. The Typhlosion carefully maneuvered his heavy body around the small coffee table, using only his pair of strong rear legs as he crossed the living room in an upright, almost human fashion. Lance was originally a famous contest Pokemon, which I had a hard time believing, considering the facts that he was neither very large for his breed, nor possessed an athletic build for compensation. A rather unfortunate accident had left one of his front paws partially crippled, ending his career and forcing him out on the streets. I found him by accident on a damp autumn night. Large unowned Pokemon are a rare find in the urban areas. Dangerous strays are, after all, not tolerated within the city limits of Veilstone City. So he had nowhere to go.

Normally, I wouldn't even have thought about helping him. For my past me, he was just another stray. And a dangerous one at that. Who would endanger his own live for a stranger? No, what fascinated me was the fact that he knew I wouldn't save him. He just asked me (politely if I might add) in plain English to move myself out of his way, as he limped down the narrow, seemingly endless road leading to the City's outskirts. A death sentence for a handicapped Pokemon like him.

I came to be enthralled by his solitude. Maybe because he reminded me of my younger self, cast out as a depraved lowlife because he was no longer needed. Maybe it was also because my Pokephilic urges had risen up again recently. I am sure it was a little bit of both. So I took him in, and we became surprisingly good friends after just a short while. I had my first Christmas in a long time where I could give a present to someone. Lance was named by Samantha, who apparently gave him the name of some famous Kanto Trainer she once met. Legally speaking, I was owning him. But truth to be told, I probably need him more than he realizes. Like Samantha, he was one of the few reasons I still haven't given up on this boring life.

Since we were all in favour of ordering Pizza, nobody had to cook. I had to pay, like I always did. But since I didn't even know how to spend even half of my salary, paying for a meal shared with friends was no big deal. Lance opted to take the pizza in, which in turn resulted in a panicked delivery boy, trying to process what the hell just happened to him. As the hours grew older, Sam had excused herself fairly early, saying she still had to figure out how to pack in more cloths inside her trunk without breaking the laws of physics. I was finally alone with Lance.

It was time to make my move.

I never really had the need to confess my feelings to someone before. Much less to a Pokemon. I had always found the idea of sharing your feelings openly was childish and immature. Having my fair share of human woman and occasionally, a female Pokemon was all I normally needed. But those escapades were something I forgot rather quickly. And banging some feral female was by no way illegal here in Sinnoh, just rather frowned upon. It was threatened like some other weird fetishes,but nothing more. To top that, Lance wasn't even a female. It was not that Pokemon actually had a concept of same sex relationships like humans do, and I strongly believed that they even lacked the concept of human relationships entirely. All I want is to be honest with him...

and myself.

"Are you okay?" asked a worried voice beside me, ripping me out of my thoughts. "You are sweating like crazy John! Did you catch a cold or something?" My heart felt like it would burst from my ribcage. I had never felt such nervousness in my entire life. Lance was looking at me, piercing me with his amber eyes, making it even worse. "I.. No.. it`s not that." I gulped. Lance just cocked his head questioningly. "Okay... So, what the heck is it then? You know you can tell me anything. Is it something important?"

As if his gaze wasn't enough! His questioning made it even harder for me to focus. "Yes. As a... matter of fact it is very important... to me. I, uhm, wanted to... thank you. Yes, that's right! I wanted to thank you for, things like always being there for me, listening to me and keeping me...sane." I smiled as honestly as I could muster.

Silence.

Lance laughed out loud, turning his gaze away from me, as if to avoid my stare. Compared to his fresh and charmingly young laugher, this one sounded forced and almost... mocking.

"Yes John! Thank your crippled pet for no reason at all! The fat Pokemon whose most astonishing accomplishment since he moved in here was to probably transform your couch into a living flea colony! All I could do since you've taken me in was laze around, watching cartoons on your way too large TV and force Samantha to massage me if I had slept in a wrong position. I have eaten my food right out of your wallet John! I am unable to battle or to take part in your human contest shows anymore! So, why the hell should you thank me ??! Why would you thank me, if all I could do for you was just sitting around, listening to your crappy office stories while you saved my worthless hide??" Lance just whined an annoying "Tyy" as if to undermine his unhappiness about my situation as he turned himself away, giving me, quite literally, the cold shoulder.

"You know, I d-don`t know what you expect me to be... J-John..."

I collected every patch of confidence I had left in me.

It would be now, or it would be never.

"Listen Lance, you have been my only beacon of sanity since the company has completely run out of control. I had to deal with people whose existences I had to destroy in an instant, day in and day out! And I had to do it for no reason at all. If it wasn't for the fact that I wanted the good pay for all of us, then I would have resigned months ago, I even have my finished dismissal notice lying around inside of my desk.

Lance`s ears perked up at that. "W-Wait! You mean... because of Samantha... and because of ...

because of me...

y-you have been puttingup with those idiots who threw things at you, threatened to burn your place down and insulted you?"

I nodded my head like a madman. "Yes! Yes! You see... If...if it wasn't for you... and Samantha of course, I would have given up ages ago. That`s why I wanted to thank you."

Lance was still facing away from me. "So, that huge ass TV you suddenly ordered around Christmas was...?"

"Lance," " I interrupted him, "I haven't watched a single TV show in years. I have absolutely no need for that screen. I did it for you, because you didn't do much else here."

"Because I can't do much else!" Lance added angrily.

“So, what I kinda wanted to ask you today to uhm..." I struggled. The words seemed to be stuck in my throat.

"What?! What do you still want? Are You still not done mocking me?"Lance replied rather harsh. He sounded... agitated. I was startled to say at last. Words started to sputter out of me:

"Iwant toask ifyou wantto be mymate...please?"

For a moment I wished that I could have taken those sputtered words back again. I hoped in denial that my Typhlosion companion hadn't heard them right, wishing that the true meaning of those words had become lost in my stammered gibberish. But he heard them right, because he was silently limping out of the living room. "Lance..." was all I could mutter after him.

"Doing this for a defect like me..." he nearly whispered to himself, as if to get rid of some old memory. It was a sad sight.

"...You disgust me John."

And with that, I was left alone.

Standing in absolute silence, I desperately tried to grasp the situation. Lance had rejected my offer.

Or rather...me.

Was he thinking that I was not worth his time? Or.. maybe it was the other way around?

What made matters even worse was the fact that I had lost one of the few friends which I still had left. And I was pretty sure that I had lost him for good. I wasn't particularly feeling sad at the moment. The torrent of raw emotions which swirled inside my head were hard to describe. I felt ...kind of empty, lost... and cold.

"He did whaaaaaaaaaaat?!"

Samantha's high pitched voice jolted me back into reality. She knew... Had he told her?

Bet she would deem me a freaky Pokephilic right away. Not that I could actually say she was wrong about that. Seems this Friday has ended in disaster.

I needed to get out of here, fast.

I needed to be alone, away from.. all of this...

I needed to be away from him!

And I needed a drink.

Or a dozen, I just didn't care at the moment. Before I even realized, I had put on my coat and left my house to deal with all the troubles at hand in the most classic and manly way possible. By running away from them!

Hopefully to a place which served cheap beverage in large quantities.

The first three pubs went smoothly. I came, I drank, I left. But after that...well things got strange...

As I tried to stagger into the next one, I was thrown out before I could even order my drink, what a nerve! They told me something about being to drunk and about their reputation... and I am sure I saw some of the less fortunate faces which had to visit my office last week, but that could as well have been my imagination. Needless to say, I was pissed, I was drunk and wanted to do everything except go home. So I pressed on, throwing up a few times along the way as I staggered along the path to one of the more dirty and run-down districts of Veilstone City. I had never been in the Red Light District before, but it seemed to be the only place where I could still find a pub that served some god damn drinks.

It was late when I arrived... or was it early? I just couldn't tell anymore. Most of the establishments seemed to have already concluded their lewd nightly business and locked their doors shut. Fortunately, a smallish and not at all dubious looking sign had led me to some backyard pub, bearing the name "Cinnabar Pearl" in rusted letters over its entrance. The run-down interior looked even worse. But I didn't care as I toppled in. All of those strange looking eyes immediately turned on me, as if I was only one wearing a suit in a room full of naked people.

And after a few seconds, and to my utter surprise, it occurred to me that said statement was partially true, considering I had just barged into a shady bar, filled with drunk and angry looking Pokemon.

I believed I should have been more surprised, considering I had walked straight and, without the slightest remorse, into their territory. The two dozen guests ranged from smaller looking fire and normal types to some hulking and even intimidating looking Fighting Pokemon. Their glances seemed to follow each and every insecure step I made towards the bar, which was staffed with a Gallade, who was carefully levitating metal cubs into an old looking, rusty sink.

"We..don't serve your..kind..here." came his prompt answer in broken English. I crammed out some of the larger notes I still had with me and presented it before him. I bet I could have bought a good deal of the inventory with that much money alone. And a look on the wide eyed Gallade seemed to confirm those suspicions. "Just... give me a bottle of... something, I don't care what it is. let me slump in a corner over there and I promise I keep quiet about everything I have seen here."

As if someone would actually believe me!

So I got my bottle, my dark little corner, and all the feelings of remorse to keep me occupied for at least a day. If no one was going to throw me out that is.

Maybe I am already passed out on the streets! Maybe this whole Pub full of drunken Pokemon was nothing more than some hallucination, induced by some lethal alcohol poisoning.

Imagination or not, the stuff he gave me tasted like barf, but I was too lazy at this point to rant for another bottle, so I just tried to doze off, hoping that this whole set of events was all just a bad dream.

I slept for what felt like seconds, as a couple of fluffy tendrils danced in my face, jolting me awake. As I adjusted my eyes, the Pub had grown deserted. What was used to be the bar counter now looked like nothing more than some abandoned cargo container. The entity who woke me turned out to be a ragged looking Ninetales. I sat myself upright as best as I could and was about to touch one of the tails messing around on my lower face, when I heard a charmingly male voice in my head. "Don't you know that it brings bad luck to a human if you touch one of my tails?" A fox-like grin was plastered across his face. "Say human, that Cinnabar Ale, you still drinking that? Would be a shame to waste it."

Smiling like the wasted idiot I was, I promptly presented it to him, watching in awe as he emptied rest of the bottle in one single swoop as soon as his fangs got a hold of it. "Delicious!" he simply deemed with his mental voice as he spat the empty bottle down on the floor.

I sighed, "That alcohol tastes like barf. How can you drink it that fast?"

"Simple," he replied while harassing me with one of his tails again "because there is no alcohol in it. Gale knew exactly what he had to give to a guy like you. That's a Pokemon bartender for you!" he chuckled.

"Name is Karma by the way. And for protocol, it was because of me that you didn't got torn apart by a horde of angry Pokemon. So thanks for the bottle!" Yawning, I choose to ignore his statement, pulling my coat tighter around me, it was surprisingly cold. His tone changed into a more serious one. "You should head home human. And you should forget that you have ever been to this place... and you should do it fast."

He was about to leave me alone, but turned around halfway as he realized I hadn't moved yet.

"Listen human, I don't care about your problems. Just move along with your...human stuff and leave this place alone!"

That statement got me angry. "No, you Listen!" I retorted angrily. "Karma, was it? I have had enough of your shit. You and your stupid place doesn't interest me at all, nor do I want to go home for your so called human stuff...yet. So, please let me be, I promise I won't cause any more trouble for you."

The now angry Ninetales just shook his head, splayed his fluffy tails in all directions and sat down on his hunches. "You have already caused more trouble than you might think of. We can only open for a short while each day. Duringthe time when you humans rest your brains, dicks and everything else in this district. For most Pokemon, this place is the only haven they have. I urge you to respect that." I nodded. The Ninetales seemed rather serious about my intrusion, and I could just hop to another Pub anyway. So there was no need for me to play asshole. I was about to leave when an eerie sounding mewl could be heard outside. Karmas fur immediately stood upright as he nervously sniffed the air, then widened his eyes comically large. "Shit, listen. I need to lock this place down now. My.. mate is searching for me." He blushed at that.

A smug grin was forming on my face. "Well, I was on my way already. So it was ni..." "NO!..ehh, I mean, bad idea!" Karma interrupted "You don't understand. I don't WANT her to find me...yet." He was beginning to sound awfully familiar. "You can't just take the front door now. Just... follow me, okay? I don't want her to see anybody walking around here. And you shouldn't get close to her, if you know what is good for you." With that, he gestured me to follow him though a small, secluded maintenance corridor. I looked at the door behind me, weighing my options. "So, you are asking me to follow you, a stray Ninetales, into some cramped and dark tunnel. I'm not going to get raped, am I?" I jokingly asked.

"That depends..." the Kitsune grinned back.

"Do you want me to?"

I couldn't tell if he was joking or not. But considering that my other option would be to smooth things out at home, following the Ninetales seemed to be a much more intriguing offer. Samantha should have left already, maybe for good.

And Lance would be... well... it was not like he had somewhere to go...

The fox had already entered the concealed hallway, waiting nervously for me to catch up on him. "Just hurry up already!"

"To another adventure it is." I proclaimed, following Karma down the rabbit hole.

The duct was cold, dark and smelled mouldy. I had to crouch at some points to evade some of the deeper hanging pipes and wires. The walls were stacked with them. All I could do was follow the cheeky fox and hope in silence that he was not leading me into my own demise.

"Surprised?" He suddenly asked. "This place used to be part of a much larger factory complex that closed a decade ago. Your human fuckhouses just settled down afterwards. Most of the water and power-lines are still used, so... watch out for hanging cables and stuff..."

While Karma was giving me his empathic guide on "Watch your step, or you will probably get killed in this duct.", I was already carefully maneuvering around a dangerously low hanging, thick looking cable.

And it brushed my cheek.

Staggering back, I noticed, quite to my shocked relief, that there had been no electric shock. Karma instantly howled out in a disgraceful canine fashion, even going so far as to roll around on his back, laughing all the while. "Ha human! You fell for it, you really did!"

"Not funny fox! Not at all!" came my cut of reply as I brushed my cloths free of the dust it had collected. Mumbling about my own stupidity. But the damage had already been done.

"No, you are right human, that's not funny. It's hilarious! Haven't had that much fun in ages." he ranted on as we continued our way.

"You can Relax. I had this place already checked. It leads to one of my few hideouts nobody knows about. Well, nobody except you now, human."

I picked up my pace. "Hey! It's not like I had asked you to reveal your secret base to me. It was you who wanted to hide suddenly. Just how long is this walk going to take anyway?"

Lacking the quadrupedal grace to navigate though that hallway with the ease of a Ninetales, my strained body was already protesting against my semi-crouching movement.

"Not very long. It's just a few more steps hu..."

"My name, is Johnathan." I interrupted, "And I would be pleased if you had the decency to stop calling me human."

Karma's laughter boomed again in my ears. "Demanding decency from a Pokemon? And from a stray at that?! Did you hit your head on a pipe or something? In all of my hundred years, no human, not even my old trainer expected me to show... decency. Bet most Pokemon don't even know what that word means. It was always just master this, or human that, for me. And I am used to keeping it that way."

With that, he grew silent. The only sounds heard for the next couple of long drawn seconds were the clicking noises of Karmas cream coloured paws as they hit the concrete floor in a monotone motion. I was about to apologize when his mental voice reached my ears again.

"You know what? for a human, you are quite okay... Jonathan."

I smiled.

The Kitsune had led me though a manmade wall breach which I had nearly missed.

"Welcome to one of my sweet spots!"He explained proudly. “This whole floor used to be part of the barracks. All major entrances except a few hidden ones have been sealed shut. And as you people tend to forget things quickly, I used the opportunity of your wastefulness and declared this to be one of my dens. Bunk beds, electric lights, heat... I even have a working shower!" The fox boasted as he showed me around his so called home.

"And that so called 'Pub', where we had met? Is that also yours?" I had to admit, his place had a fascination of its own.

"Well, yes and no." Karma explained as he started to lick himself in a canine fashion. "I take care of the place, while Gale owns the bar. He can become...rather vile if I take his stuff without permission. That's also the reason why I waited for my chance to get the rest of your ale."

"You waited the whole night?" I inquired, while making myself comfortable on the cosy pile of mattresses and blankets he had erected.

The fox laughed. "No. Actually it was less than a few hours, considering that you came well past sunrise. Should be afternoon by now."

Karma stretched himself with a yawn before laying down beside me. His fur still looked dirty and ragged. Guess that's a stray Pokemon for you. Bet a good grooming would do it well. I had absently reached out and had started to scratch him behind one his ears. I was positively surprised as he pushed himself closer to me with a few lazy movements, whining for more attention. It would seem that I had already become closer to Karma than I had ever been with Lance. The Ninetales basically begged for my attention. And it would seem that I could give him just the attention he deserved.

"Dammmmn. That hits the spot! You sure know which buttons you have to press to make a Pokemon happy. Please, can you get a little high.. ohhhh...." the fox was pressing his head into my palm by now, and I hadn't any intention of stopping my treatment soon. At the end of my little pet-in, Karma was nearly laying on topof me, panting heavily. A goofy grin spread across his canine face, tongue lolling out. I chuckled, "Now that is what I call a critical pet!"

"You...really.. uhh know how to... treat a Pokemon..." Karma simply cooed back.

Things would have gone well for a nap, if Karma hadn't grown just a little too excited during my pat attack. I could see a blush forming on his face as a sudden stiffness pressed itself intomy thigh. Karmas face had shifted from contentment to nervousness as he started to scramble out of my grip.

"Sorry, I`ll... I'll just move, okay?"

I pulled the fox closer on my lap before he even got a chance to react. Pressing his warm form onto mine, boldly making it known that I wasn't in any way less excited than he was.

Karma stifled a moan. "Mmh... your one of those humans, are you?" he mockingly asked as he made room for me to discard my clothes. It would seem that silence was the only agreement we needed. As soon as my pants had dropped, Karma wasted no time lapping at my already hard member, making me moan in surprise. I wasn't expecting him to act so...eager all of sudden. I grabbed his neck fur rather roughly, using it as leverage as I started to piston myself in and out of his maw. For a moment, I was astonished at my own forcefulness. But weeks of pent up stress and the loss of Lance`s companionship had put me on the edge. I just wanted to...fuck something, emptying myself into something warm, slippery... and wet. That thing turned out to be Karma's magnificently sloppy throat. I could feel his tongue lolling at my shaved balls as they slapped with a sickening sound against his lower jaw. Needless to say, I was in trance. I didn't even know just how long I kept that motion going, neither did I care. Karma never once complained about my rough handling. If anything, he seemed to have taken a liking on it! I could hear his ragged breath as I eagerly filled his maw over and over again with my meaty stick, as well as the scratching noise that his paws made as they helplessly scrapped on the mattress for a better hold. Heck, at some point, he started rocking back against my cock, taking it even deeper inside of him.His motions were accompanied by the gurgling sounds as his fiery throat welcomed me with a tight embrace.

As soon as my tip had snugly fit inside his tight and comfy throat, I finally lost it.

"Karma, I Nghhh!..." Was all I could muster before I exploded.

My body experienced the orgasm of a lifetime. For nearly a minute I moaned as I pumped wave after wave of spunk down his foxy throat. The gagging sounds he made had me worried for a second, but he seemed to cope with it. I staggered backwards as I pulled myself away from his maw, letting a few spurts stain his cream colored face by accident.

I was panting hard, unsure how to excuse myself for abusing him like that.

"Listen Karma, I am sorry for what I did, I just....oaah" His fluffy body dragged me down before I could muster a complete apology. Lying atop me, I noticed that the Ninetales was panting quite heavily too. "Hush! That was great!..Don't..ah...don't ruin it...now."

With that, he dozed of on top of me, without a care in the world. Pushing my bewilderment aside, I decided to go with his flow. Pulling my living, furry blanket a little closer I simply succumbed to my exhaustion.

Wish I could have done something like that with Lance...

My sorry state had put me into a rather deep slumber. It felt like my body was finally forcing me to make up for the sleep depravity, which had had tortured me for weeks. There was no dreaming.

Just a black, empty void...

A freezing sensation jolted me awake. Karma had decided to move himself, denying me the warmth of his fiery body, mustering my naked body with an apologetic look as he made futile efforts to clean his still stained muzzle from one of my sticky cum marks.

"Say, do you...uhh..., can you..., can you help me clean this up? I mean, It's yours after all!" Chuckling, I slowly rose myself from the surprisingly comfortable mattress. I haven't felt that well rested since...

...let's just say a long time ago.

The ragged Ninetales was still trying to clean himself with the help of his sloppy canine tongue. Combined with his already unkempt fur, his whole face looked like one sticky mess. "You said there are showers here?" I asked, casually sorting out my clothes. A familiar weight in my coat pocket reminded me that I still had the gift for Lance on me. Good thing I hadn't lost it after my recent drinking excess.

Karma finally gave up on trying to reach his fluffy ears with his tongue alone. "Well... Yes. yes there are, but I never used them. Don't know if they still work, but we can take a look anyway. I'll show you the way."

So I followed the Ninetales, still only wearing natures clothing. There was no need for me to get dressed anyway. Karma hadn`t exaggerated in the least about the size of his supposed den. His so called bathroom was more of a multi-purpose lavatory. Showers, dusted bathing tubs and washing machines filled the room. Half of said inventory was covered to protect it from dust and filth, but the whole place looked by no means sanitary, but it will have to do. The showers were, of course, not working, but I discovered a larger basin, hidden under some cover sheeting, as well an unused water hose. And with just a little cleaning, caring and crafting, I had created an improvised, luxury sized bathtub.

Karma was of course in charge of heating the water, so it could be called a team effort.

"If I had known about that thing, I would have used it ages ago." Karma said with amazement as he tested the heated water with one of his sticky paws.

The water was a little too hot for my taste, but nothing I couldn't handle. "So, I don't suppose you have some soap lying around in your den, doyou?" I jokingly asked as I was about to step inside the tub.

The Kitsune perked up at that. "Actually..." was all he said before scrambling away, damping the floor with his already wet paws.

Only to return a few seconds later with a lavishly pink looking vanity case in his maw.

Or rather, a vanity trunk.

He nearly lost his balance on the wet floor as he let the heavy looking box clatter onto the ground. "Will...uhh...will that thing do?" He asked, gasping for air.

The small trunk opened with ease. And its contents honestly surprised me.

"That's an... unused Pokemon beauty case, filled to the brim! Why the hell do you have something like that?" I laughed

Karma was trying to hide his evident blush. "This actually belonged to my...mate. She lives with some rich humans and... wanted me to steal it, so that they couldn't use it on her. She told me to trash it, but it looked so valuable..., so I kinda kept it." He smiled at that. "So, will it suffice to get your... remains... out of my face?"

I tried to give him my best impression of a hyped teenager: "Well Karma! it would seem that you are in for one hell of a makeover!"

The nervous look on his face was all he gave as an answer, while he followed me into the tub. It was only filled to submerge around half of his body.

I simply cleaned fast and efficiently. First his messy face, making sure to remove all of the now crusted splotches on his muzzle. It didn't look like most of the encrusted seed was mine trough. After his muzzle was cleaned, I decided to wash myself first, earning a tongue bath from the cheeky fox too as I scrubbed myself clean before continuing on Karmas makeover. His wet fur now clung on his body, making him look a good third smaller as I continued to clean each of his dirty and unkept tales. None of us spoke, but Karma seemed to enjoy getting treated like a spoiled pet Pokemon for once.

"This isn't your first time doing this, is it" he half asked, half moaned through his mental link.

He was right about that.

"No it isn't. You are... My family used to own a Ninetales when I was younger... much younger. Although she couldn't speak and was, let's say, a lot simpler minded than you are, I loved to take care of her in any way I could think of."

"In any way?" Karma inquired, grinning at me. A blush crept across my face. "Well...yes. But that was also the reason she was taken from me."

Suddenly, I saw her face on him for a moment, small tears of nostalgia running down my cheek. “I... I don't want to talk about that."

A silent and honest nod came from the Ninetales as he turned away from me.

I thanked him for that.

"Anyway," I continued, grabbing for the last of his wet tales. "Thank you for the... intimacy. I really needed that. You didn't look like the type that prefers males though."

The fox Pokemon grinned at that.

"Typical for you humans. You know, most Pokemon don't care about the gender of those they mate with. As long as they can perform at all, that is. Some of the more feral also disregard things like age or parental relation, sometimes even the consent their mates. You humans are those with all the boundaries and stuff. Not us."

"That means," I continued as my hand teasingly stroked his sheath, making him yelp in surprise. "you are fine with this, despite having a mate?

"Nghh..totally. As long ashh... I can perform for... As long as I can perform for her, she doesn't care, and neither do I." My other hand reached between the space of his rear legs, lovingly cupping his ballsack. They felt quite warm and soft. Karma began to splash around with his paws as my kneading grew more intense, moaning in delight as I got hold of his emerged tip in my palm. He began to hump it like crazy. The Pokemon soap was erasing any possible friction, making me nearly lose my footing as he thrashed against my palm. I smiled at the desire driven fox. "Enjoying yourself?" I mockingly asked as my other hand stopped massaging his balls and was wandering higher, shifting his tails apart.

"It´s been... weeks... Gnuhh,..Ahh, dont.. dont stop.. please! Ahh. " Spurts of his cum spread everywhere into the lukewarm water, as my sloppy middle finger slowly gained entrance to his sacred hole. Needing to apply less force than I expected, my finger was rewarded with a warm and steamy hot embrace as his muscles immediately contracted around it.

Karmas reaction came prompt. The poor ninetales howled from the back of his throat as he started to hump the improvised woman hole even harder. My attention shifted on pleasing his rear.

I had never pleasured a male, Pokemon or not, but it looked like I did just right.

After a few probing thrusts of my middle finger, I tried to insert a second one. "You have to relax a little more Karma, do you hear me?" I advised him while the thumb on my other hand was teasingly rubbing over his enlarging knot. The only replay I got was a grunt as the feeling of his humping motions grew softer, enabling me to gain access with my second digit. His orifice felt warm and rather tight, but I also couldn't compare it to similar experiences. This was my first time with a male after all. I probed him a few more times, then I found his sweet spot. Massaging it by rubbing over it, again and again while pressing against it seemed to do the trick. Karma gasped, it would seem he was not unused to that type of pleasure. His knot had fully formed and he limply stood in the cooling water. Pushing his rear back against my thrusting digits. His head was hanging low, tongue lolling out and he was panting hard. It almost looked like he was concentrating every fibre of his being to receive the maximal pleasure I was giving him.

I smiled as I withdrew my hand, immediately cleaning it from the remaining feces. "See, squeaky clean. inside -and- outside." I laughed as I climbed out of the tub. Karma followed me with a whine, clenching his rear together. "That... That was... unnecessary. Could you please warn me next time?"

I chuckled at his response. "Don't act like you didn't enjoy it. I'll dry and brush your fur as compensation. Fair Enough?" The poor Ninetales looked like he would explode from embarrassment.

"F...Fair enough." he muttered as he looked at the ground, blushing hard.

I tried to ignore my own sizeable erection for the most part as I used a small pinkish hair dryer as well as a soft hairbrush to comb Karmas ragged fur. The Fox luckily ignored it too...

...most of the time, anyway.

"You know what John?" Karma lazily noised. "I haven't had this much fun in ages. Didn't know that some drunken human could be so... interesting to have around. Your mate must be lucky to have someone like you."

I flinched. Stopping my grooming, I thought back to Lance... and even Samantha for a moment.

"Nah," I jokingly answered trying to hide my sadness. "He is probably gone already."

Karma perked up on that. "Say WHAT?"

"Yeah, I... I told him yesterday... or maybe the day before that I wanted him to be my mate. He just told me what a disgusting thing I was...

And left." I answered while silently combing some knots out of his fur.

"So, he basically rejected you?" He asked lazily. Splaying his tails a little bit.

I nearly lost grip of the one I was brushing. "Hey cut that. Just a few more strokes and I am done here."

"Just look for another one then. It's not that something is holding you back...

And why the heck are you even making such an effort combing me? It's not like this is going to make me look any different. And my fur will get ragged again anyway."

A smile was plastered across my face. "You'd be surprised." In my opinion, Karma looked like he was about to take part in a beauty contest. Hiscreamy, fluffy fur shone brightly on his skin, making it almost look like he was glowing by himself.

Karma stretched himself as he flayed his tails, and immediately winced when a familiar sounding mewl echoed through the den's only opening.

It sounded long drawn, almost demanding.

A look of panic was suddenly written all over Karma's face. "She... She's here. Why... How did she find me? But, but I'm not ready yet, I have nothing to present her! She...she is going to hate me!"

Infected by Karma's nervousness, I was starting to gather my belongings. As fast as I could. "That's YOUR mate, isn't it? Why are you trying to hide from her?"

"Yes, no. I mean YES! She is my mate. She is actually in her tenth circle since we've been together. That makes it to, what do you humans call it? Anniversary?" The Fox looked like a caged animal as the mewls got louder.

"Pokemon have anniversaries? Come on, what comes next? Pokemon marriage?"

Karma just shook his head. "Don't ask me, it was her idea, not mine! She is the one that lives with you humans. I'm just another bloody stray. She wanted me to give her a present, something exquisite. But I haven't found anything that suits her. I...I have avoided her for days. And now she is going to hate me even more."

The Kitsune had stopped his ranting and was silently glancing at the floor, looking truly crestfallen.

Then I remembered!

There was still something that he could give her. Rummaging through my clothes I finally found the box I was looking for. Revealing the contents to Karma made him drop his jaw on the floor. With his wide eyes open, he examined the tan coloured leather collar, gemmed with rubies.

"Did... Did you kill someone for that?"

"Now you are hurting me." I mockingly pouted. "That collar was intended for my...mate. Now it is going to save your cute little ass." I said, actually slapping his fuzzy butt at that. "Ohh... Hey!" was all he could reply before I laid out the collar in front of him.

"I owe you one, now hide before she see`s..."

"Meewl?"

We both looked at each other, then at the doorway, were an elegant looking Espeon had suddenly appeared.

A calm series of name calling, mewling and barking between said Espeon and Karma echoed trough the room. I had no idea what those two are talking about. Suddenly the Espeons piercing red eyes were on me, focusing themselves with the predatory glance of a psychic type.

Without any warning, a massive wave of nausea hit me like a truck, making me vomit on the spot and I could feel drops of blood running down my nose as I fell down on my knees. My body felt like it had lost all control over its senses. Then a voice broke through my already aching head.

"Lys! Cut that out now! John, concentrate. You have to push her back, otherwise she will accidentally fry your brain" Came a psychic reply.

Accidentally??!

The pain in my skull faded as soon as I concentrated onpushing her back. I could see a feral grin across the Espeons face.

Was she... enjoying this?

A feminine, yet commanding voice filled my head.

"I'm sorry human. There wasn't any need for my telepathic ability for quite some time. My name is Lysandra! And you will refer to me as such. Now, tell me, what is your kind doing here in our den?!

"Our den?!" Interrupted Karma's voice

"You are my mate Karma. Therefore, its our den!"

"But I never even invited you here. Look, we have that cosy little place near the docks that..."

"...is in no comparison to this den!" her voice shrilled painfully inside of my head.

Being bystander to a couple's argument is always exhausting. But having said argument INSIDE of your head can make it tortuously painful. I tried my best to block them out, but my mental defences were laughable against their combined passive assault.

"For Arceus sake! Stop this, please. You are literally tearing me apart in here!" I screamed, holding my head like it was about to fall off.

I managed to take a deep breath as my mind grew silent. It almost felt magical. Like the eerie silence right after the bang of a massive explosion.

"Sorry." came in a nearly whispering voice from Karma. Lysandra just Hmpft at me, like I had just interrupted her in an uncouth manner.

"But I have to admit my dear, not only do you look and smell quite dashing today, the gift you have found me is more exquisite than I could have hoped for."

Karmas muzzle suddenly beamed with the intensity of a dozen suns as his mate praised him. "It..It's beautiful isn't it darling. I... I... had a hard time finding it, but please enjoy it to it's fullest."

As Lysandra neared herself the intended gift, I was able to get a better look of her. She was a rather large for an Espeon, taller by at least a fifth or so. Her dark purple fur looked invitingly soft and well groomed. I would have had the urge to touch her, if she hadn't nearly permanently damaged my brain by her sheer arbitrariness. Around her neck ran an expensive looking black collar, In-scripted With her name on a plate which looked to be made out of silver...

... or maybe platinum?

"Oh, Don't worry my dear, I reassure you that I will."

With that, The Espeon stepped right on the collar, mustering it for a moment, like it was nothing more than some piece of garbage as her stroll continued. Too late I realized that she was heading straight for...

...me.

I gulped nervously.

She bared hear fangs, sweeping them with her tongue like she was just about to devour her prey. What was more prominent than her show of assertiveness however, was my rather embarrassing hard on. It looked almost like my lower body was pointing at her, betraying my willpower. Blushing, my eyes fell on Karma for a moment, who was just as perplexed as I about the situation. His gaze had a pleading tone, telling me to "go along with it."

He was no help at all!

The Espeon stood in front of me, craning her neck to reach my cock. I dared not to move, not with her physical and mental arsenal just millimeters away from my private parts. Nobody made a sound for what felt like an eternity. All she did was stand there in silence, sniffing at my tip. I shuddered as the airstream that her pink nose so suddenly procured danced around my most sensitive areas. Lysandra had her eyes closed, as if to savour my musky scent like a good bottle of wine someone had just opened on a special occasion. For nearly a minute she just stood there, savouring the smell.

"Lovely." Was all she said. After another pause, she turned away from me, facing Karma. "Three Days Karma! I've been in heat and for three damn days, you leave me alone! I nearly jumped a Rattata for Arceus sake!"

Karma cowered in shame, looking away. "Lys, listen. I wa..."

"Hush Karma! You are going to make up for this... big time! But for now, I need a bone to rut. And this human better be worth it. So, make him wet and sloppy for me, that's an order!" She suddenly grinned. "By the smell of his dick, I am assuming you already had your fair share of experiences with him." Karma flinched at the last part.

"I am Sorry Lys, itwasjusttheheatofthemomentandwasabouttoaskyoubutyouwerenothereandi..." The fox tried to stammer, but his mate interrupted him harshly.

"Was I not clear enough, dear? I said, SUCK. HIS. RUTTING. DICK!!"

I gasped in surprise as my cock was engulfed faster within Karmas steamy muzzle than she had spoken those words. As I slumped down on my arse, Karma skilfully avoided hurting me while sucking and lapping at me with the same eagerness he had shown me the last time. His emerging hard on also made it clear that he was possibly enjoying this a lot more than he would like to admit.

My concentration was broken the moment my nostrils were assaulted by a sweet cinnamon like scent. Looking up, I saw Lysandra shoving her swollen pussy right into my face, just centimetres away from my nose.

"Listen human and listen well! I will give you the great honour of pleasuring me. You are allowed to touch me as you see fit. Karma dear, however..." She nearly pressed herself fully into my face as she addressed the Ninetales who was currently lapping eagerly at my arching balls. "You have no permission to speak to me or the human for the rest of the night. I don't want to hear anything from you, except your moaning and whiny groans as you will spend every damn drop of your seed inside of me. ARE. WE. CLEAR?" The fox gave a short nod before resuming to his dick warming duties.

It was getting harder for me to focus as Karma's services grew more intense.

"Human. get back to your duties at once!" The Espeon barked, pushing her streamlined rump against my face, as if to emphasise her statement. Helplessly pinned between a fox and a cat, I did the only thing I could do. Using my free hand to spread her wet labia, I licked between her juicy folds in a soft manner, eliciting a raspymewl from her. To say she was needy would be understatement. The horny Espeon immediately began to push back as she clawed herself into the floor as I picked up my speed, trying to get a better pawhold for her actions. "Gnnh!...ohh... For a human...gnhhh...you sure know... how to Oh!...How to eat out a female..." I was feeling a little guilty of robbing Karma his usual spot beside his mate. But if I am to quit now, Lysandra would be even angrier at him for gifting her with damaged goods. And I couldn't even imagine what she would do to me in her hazed state, if I were to disobey her commands. A look at the Ninetales told me that he was at least watching my actions with interest, while his own erection was uselessly throbbing between his slightly parted legs.

It didn't take long for the heated female to demand for more.

"That's enough with the foreplay!" Lysandra proclaimed, making me stop my actions. "Now human! All you have to do now, is fuck me, simple as that. Karma dear, move it!" She barked at us with the authority of a Pokemon Trainer as I started to get up again. "You may be as assertive as you want, just..." She paused and plopped herself onto her back, lewdly displaying her rows of erect nipples together with her drenched sex. "You may not be allowed to change position! The other one is reserved for... someone else..."

I grinned.

She nearly lost her mask with that last comment. "Karma dear,"she mockingly spat in the direction of her mate, "If I take note that you do so much as look away or lap at your own dick, then I am personally going to make sure than you S T A Y- P-U-T! IS. THAT. CLEAR. my love?" Karma feverishly nodded as he sat on his haunches and seamlessly mimicked the silent spectator while his cock only grew more frustrated.

"Where were we? Oh right. Human, would you be so kind as to HURRY THE FUCK UP?"

Lysandra's tail was swishing anxiously in front of her moist cunt. She looked confident, but her twitching, stretched out limbs betrayed her play. Her face looked like it was taking every ounce of her will not to just ravish any of the present dicks.

Deciding to go along with her teasing play, I quickly filled the demanding hole between her legs with my digits, making her mewl in delight, while my mouth was bringing some much needed attention to her prominent nipples in a teasingly slow manner. My other hand had grabbed her forelegs in a frivolous fashion, holding them together just above her head to hold her in place.

"Hgnn..please... go.. go faster.. meeeewl..."She almost begged at me. I couldn't deny a smutty grin as my tongue bath had reached her muzzle. I made sure that Karmas attention was focused on my fingering actions as I teasingly whispered into one of the Espeon`s fluffy ears. "Want me to finally fuck you, little Espeon?" She clenched her teeth at that."Ahh...Damn you ... human... Gnhhh... just, do it already...That burning...mewl.. it's... it's killing me."

"I can see that. I am going to move you a little bit. You have to trust me at that."

"W...What do you mea... Ahhhhh!"

Her last moan sounded more like a surprising grasp as I lifted her up. She felt unexpectedly light for her size as I pressed her onto my lap. The surprised Espeon was struggling for a moment, searching for a foothold.

But I held her firm. I had positioned myself in a way which allowed me look away from Karma. I just... couldn't look him in the eyes for the thing I was about to do. I became suddenly aware of Lysandra's nipples, as they scratched along my upper belly.

We both shuddered in delight at those new sensations.

"Hu...man, just, what do you think you are doing..?"

I looked down on her face, she could barley see over my left shoulder. But I had made sure she could spot her mate, who seemed to watch us with a mixture of caution, interest and... yearning. Softly, I petted her head, making her purr for a short moment.

"I'm going to mate you in a position you could hardly maintain with your fox there. Trust me, you are going to enjoy it!"

And without further ado, I slipped my cock inside of her, plunging myself balls deep into her inviting entrance while hugging her tightly.

MEEEWL?!!

The Espeon nearly howled out loud as the much needed, painfully relieving sensation finally assaulted every fibre of Lysandra's feline body. Her tunnel instantly contracted around my hard member, drowning it under waves of her wet and sickeningly sweet smelling female fluids. Even my nose was able to recognize her personal scent as she climaxed right on the spot. Holding her as best as I could, I waited for her spasms and pitched moans to subside.

I just cuddled her close to me, enjoying the feeling of her soft purple fur while nudging her head over my shoulder, making sure that Karma could get a detailed look of her orgasm stricken face.

All I could hear was his scratching on the floor, those whining, wailing noises he made as he was forced to watch me ravishing his mate right in front of his needy persona. I dared not to look, even one look in his eyes would make me lose my momentum, shattering the enjoyable facade of being reduced to some amusement toy for a female Pokemon.

I panted hard as Isoftly petted Lysandra's neck, making her purr in delight. At the same time my body shifted ever so slightly, making it keenly known to her that a rock-hard body part of mine was still latched deeply inside of her.

"Ghnnh... Go oh.. go on human... that wasn't nearly enough to... ahh... to quench my thirst."

Female Pokemon in heat seemed to be as dangerously demanding as most stories told.

"Don't, worry...Lys." Her ears perked up at the use of her nickname, while my hand wandered down to her thigh. "Just let me take care of everything. We can't let you tire out before the main dish is served, can we?" And with that, I began to move her body in a short, yet hard rocking motion. A slapping sound soon echoed each time I hilted myself inside of her sloppy cunt. The poor feline came alive fairly quickly, as she sharply inhaled and demandingly moaned and mewled as I let my member struck her again...again

...and again.

The protesting movements of her limbs quickly subsided too, as Lys noticed that my chosen fuck position had rendered all of them equally useless. All she could do was to comply as I slumped her down on my rod, panting and mewling helplessly as I moved her around like a ragdoll to finally satisfy my own demands for pleasure on her abused feral cunt. A lubed digit of mine was already lewdly probing her rear, filling her even tighter hole with added sensation.

The pitch of her mewl seemed to get higher as she came closer to her second climax. I was just ruthlessly fucking her at this point. My own rationality stripped away by the massive pressure that had built up in my loins, thanks to a certain Ninetails. I couldn't keep that up for long

"Fu...ck.. Lys,.. i`m cumming!"

"Mewl Human... Ahhhhh!"

And with one final thrust, I shoved her down on my cock, penetrating her as deep as I could, so I could splash every drop of my seed deep down inside her belly, making her senses run haywire as I spread my love inside of her. She thrashed violently in my grip for a few seconds, as if she wanted to escape from my grip and embrace me at the same time. Her claws gashed at my shoulder-blades, leaving marks which I was surely going to keep for the next few days.

Drunken from pleasure, I suddenly even got so far as to pull her in for a sudden kiss, making my tongue invade her petite looking muzzle. Her sharp fangs could have bitten it off without any hassle, but I just felt the urge to properly fill every orifice of her body with something of me.

A thin trail of saliva was clinging onto her, after I slowly broke our oral connection for what felt like ages of my mouth-to-muzzle kissing. My finger had softly retreated from her tail hole as my limp dick flopped out of her used hole, drawing a trail of our mixed fluids on its way.

I carefully sat her down. The Espeon was softly panting and looked like what could best be described as a piece of modern art. She didn't looked satisfied though. Her eyes still radiated an inexhaustible amount of endurance and lust. My body, on the other hand, felt like it had just finished running a marathon straight through the heats of a scorching desert.

A painful strike from Lysandra struck my chest all of sudden, drawing three thin lines of blood and making me yelp in surprise.

"Ahhhh! What the fuck. ??!" Was all I could reply as I staggered back. Considering how much I had abused her for my sake, I think I deserved this much. Karma and me just watched her with a mixture of excitement and disgust as she slowly licked her claws clean of my human blood, making a show of it.

I could only hope that she wasn't enjoying the taste of it trough.

Her look grew stern all of sudden. "Listen human! Only my mate has the right to give me those nicknames. I said that thou shall address me as Lysandra." Her face grew a little softer. "This,..." she continued as she delightfully cleaned the rest of my blood off her stained claw. "...Is your punishment for disobeying my command! And This:" She added as she dragged her wet tongue across my cheek. "Is my praise for giving me one of the best fucks I have had in years." She smirked as she withdrew from my face. My heart skipped a beat and I just stared at her, failing to grasp what the hell just had happened. My body was spent, my mind was blank and I would have immediately fallen backwards and rested, if it wasn't for a demanding whine that seemed to comprise the whole room with his torturous sounding yearning.

"Ohh, did I forget something?" Lysandra smirked as she circled her mate, softly bumping between his tails, each time making him shudder and whine when his deprived body came into contact with the silky fur of his beloved mate. His ears were splayed backwards as much as they could indicating that he had become completely submissive to her, while he nervously scratched his paws on the ground. Even a small puddle of his pre had formed in formed in front of him. Never in my life had I seen a male more desperate for a fuck.

The mewls and growl between those two showed that they had already severed their telepathic connection with me. They were just two ferals lusting for each other...

My presence would just get in the way. Their minds had travelled far away. Retreated in their own world were no other entity existed but themselves. A female Espeon in heat, mixed with a Ninetales, teased into oblivion.

They were at each other in seconds.

Karma mounted his mate like the sex deprived Pokemon he was, forcefully pulling the smaller female into his haunches while bucking at her like his life depended on it.. His muzzle came down hard on Lysandra's neck, his fangs desperately tried to get a hold on it. But with the size difference at play, Karma only managed to sink his canine teeth deep into one of her large feline ears, drawing blood as he made Lysandra produce a mewl that carried neither pain nor pleasure in itstone. The oversexed ninetales now bore the look of a predator ready to tear his prey apart as he tried to hit his mark with his sizeable canine shaft. The tails behind him whirled like a single blur as his claws left scratch marks on the floor. The saliva dripping from his bared maw mixed with small droplets of Lysandra's blood, forming a brown gooey substance which defaced the Espeons already messed visage even further. It almost looked like they were about to tear each other apart.

Calling myself to arms, I opted to help my two raging damsels in distress. Slowly coaching, I got a hold of Karmas sizeable erection. His shaft was a good third larger than me, not including his knotted end. I just hopped Lysandra knew what she was in for.

With a little helping hand, Karma instantly growled in delight as he was finally able to fill Lysandra's drenched sex after all that teasing. I had to scramble backwards as his clawed hindpaw lashed out at me. Judging by the look of their barbaric mating act, I couldn't even tell if the source of his strike was a simple reflex or plain intention. Karma was now hammering the poor feline without any remorse, his fangs still latched onto her bleeding ear as the maddening Kitsune tried to push his tennis ball sized knot inside an opening which simply didn't looked like it was made to handle an invader that large. Lysandra's eyes had nearly gone white as she did her best to comply the forced movements her lover roughly applied on her graceful, yet battered body. Her mewls had subsided completely. She was barely making any sound at all, despite the fact that the knot of her mate was currently bashing at her lithe body like a battering ram!

My assumption that Karma would just tire himself out eventually was immediately shattered as a shockingly loud feral howl, accompanied by a gross 'plop' sound shook the very foundation of the factory complex. The Ninetales surprisingly managed to drive his knot deep inside his feline mate, fusing them together. His face looked as victorious as it could as he pulled her closer, displaying his slightly blood smeared fangs for all the world to see.

Lysandra's face had frozen to that of a lunatic who might as well had seen his own glimpse of heaven. The Espeons ears were a mess of seed, blood and saliva, her eyes looked as pain stricken as possible while thick droplets of dirty tears slowly rolled down on her face. Her lower muzzle however, bore the resemblance of a mother who had just given birth to her first child. A mixed expression that seamlessly radiated exhaustion, pride, pain and ultimate satisfaction at the same time.

"I...ahh... I knotted you..." came Karmas muffled reply as he turned away from his made and assumed a rather typical mating position. Lysandra had to strain her backside to retain her footing footing as the Ninetails' knot had him anchored firmly in her tunnel.

"Ahh! That hurts!... Karma dear. Would you mind laying down before you TEAR MY WOMB TO PIECES?" The Fox obeyed without a replay and slumped down, Making the poor Espeon yelp out in pain. "Gosh! Damn it Karma, be more careful next time!"

"S-Sorry. It's just the first time we actually..."

"Yes, I know... I know. I have to say that the aftermath is actually rather...pleasing, if I didn't feel like I had just given birth to a litter of kits as you shoved that monster suddenly into me!" She laughed while she was cleaning herself.

Karma however looked like he was being crushed beneath those words.

"I...I... know that I'm broken, It's just that..."

Lysandra's eyes got wide at his sudden statement. "Nononono dumbass! You know that I don't mean it that way! I don't need cubs to be a lucky female, if I can have all the love from a mate like you instead." She replied, sounding awfully remorseful. The fox looked back at his lover with eyes full of sadness.

"Yeah, I know. But... But I simply wish that I could give you both..."

-Side B: Connection-

Few words were spoken after that. Normally, I would have left already to grant those two their much deserved privacy while silently thanking them for the experience they had come to share with me. It was Lysandra who actually urged me to stay, mumbling something about using her gift to it's fullest. So I thought of it as my duty to cleaning both of them afterwards. Carefully, I carried the spent Espeon slowly into a fresh filled basin. Using most of the remaining items Karma's hideout had left, I managed to bandage her ear up quite nicely. Her sex looked swollen too, but she assured me that she was just fine. As she laid in my lap, I tried to wash her abused body as carefully as I could, making it look more like a sensual massage than anything else. She just purred with delight as she nearly dozed off on me.

Letting her slip off after she was done, I turned my attention to Karma, who was still bearing a sullen look on his face, despite the fact that he had managed please his mate like he wanted to. His tails were limply swaying in the water. If anything, his whole body radiated an aura of shame and humiliation.

He perked up from his trance as I began to rinse his fur.

"So..uhm, now you know..." Was all he muttered.

I tried to smile as disarmingly as I could, while soaping his fur.

"It's okay. I won't think any less of you, I promise."

He just nodded, unable to say anything more.

“Do you... want to talk about it? It really helps, trust me."

I wanted to offer him my help in the same way Lance had always been there for me. His listening to my problems had saved me from losing myself and I wanted to pass that torch to someone else who needed it.

And Karma looked desperate.

Silence was his only answer as I massaged his fur, freeing it from the filth that clung onto it. Then the Ninetails suddenly began to tell:

"Do you remember how I've told you that I am over one hundred years old? That part of me is actually true. Some humans even believe that we can life up to a thousand years. But... that's just a legend, born out of our freakishly long lifespan. We can however, reach an age of two hundred years with relative ease. Sometimes even three hundred If a ninetales gets lucky.

I was born on a small farm you know? Nearly a hundred years ago, when this city was nothing more than a few wooden buildings. I was part of a very large litter of newborn pups, and all I had to worry about in my first years were eating, sleeping, and of course... mating with nearly each and everyone. Back then, I was as wild and feral as you can guess. Mated even with my siblings, regardless of their gender or age. I was... always eager to mate, more than most of my siblings. We were happy at that time and it...it just felt... right for me to do what I did. Some years had passed as my old owners decided to give me away for good and I got adopted by a girl. My first and last master. I can barely remember her face nowadays, let alone her voice. If I think about how much time had passed, she could as well be dead already. I have lived and travelled with her for many years, even evolving by her side. We made a good team, and she respected me for what I was. Then... things just got worse as we moved into the City. She forced me to live with her in some cramped apartment, where I quickly felt the urge to break out from. The Veilstone City was relentless this time, brimming with people and Pokemon alike. There were less rules and I quickly learned how to get by on my own. After just a few months, I had achieved the reputation of being the slyest Pokemon in the city. I broke into human apartments, ate their stuff and mated their housepets. Those poor fellas were always pent up beyond reason and I became accustomed to making use of that for my personal benefit. Nevertheless, I was finally caught with a pair of feisty Buizels in an apartment next to that of my trainer. It's needless to say that she wasn't pleased with me 'whoring' myself out.... As she had come to call it. At first, I tried to reason with her, but my telepathic skills were not good enough at that time.

Without even asking for my consent. she forced me to undergo some surgery. Telling me that it would 'free' me from my vice. But it didn't work out as planned. I still lusted for the very sensations she tried to block away from me. I was kept in her apartment for weeks without release. As I tried to mate with her in my pent up haze, she threw me out without a second thought. It felt as if all the years which we had spent together didn't matter to her at all. I've naturally come to resent you humans. You lot were my only true enemies for what you did to me. The being's who shamelessly took a part of me for the sake of protecting the integrity of their smallish, cramped worlds."

"And nowadays you are letting me scrub one of your tails. Care to tell me, what happened that changed your opinion?"

Karma simply grinned at me.

"I soon learned that as long as you are alive, you are prone to change. In fact, everyone is. You can't hate and stigmatise everyone forever just because they are human. That kind of mindlessness doesn't last."

“And besides..." he grinned as he lapped at my ass cheek.

"Some of them make rather interesting companions."

I blushed. Feeling a well known stiffness I my loins. I smirked as I guided his muzzle between my legs to giving Karma the treat he deserved for being such a brave little troublemaker.

Our cleaning took a lot longer than anticipated. Karma had offered me his den yet again. This meant that I had managed to spend a full weekend on drinking, sleeping, and fucking in the den of a fox. As the night drew near, we laid down to sleep.

Or, at least... we tried.

We interrupted each other permanently with hazy sensations of lust. I felt like dream and reality faded together over time, as my dreams were replaced by sex and the sex we had felt like a dream. I had lost the ability to distinguish between the things which we had done from the acts my sex crazed brain threw together in my mind. I vaguely remembered as Lys was lying between myself and Karma. As we caressed her battered little body with hands, tongues and tails till she mewled in the ecstasy of our closeness. Another recollection was the feeling of embracing Karmas soft backside sometime later, filling his dozed off body with waves of my seed as I made him grunt my name in pleasure each time I forced myself into his lazy bottom.

The last little memory was the fading Image of Karma and Lysandra, as they both happily lapped at my dick while they sweetly declared their love each other,

over and over again.

Never in my life had my dick ached this much from overstimulation as I woke up.

But in return, it was the most pleasure filled night which I had ever experienced. It was early Sunday morning when we rose up all together. We already smelled like sex again, which made me wonder why the heck I had made all that effort to clean them yesterday.

"Karma dear..." Came a sing song voice from the Espeon "Shouldn't you be helping out Gale at the Pub? You know that he only has these two hours of opening time at Sunday, don't you?

A blush formed on Karmas face. "Yeah... about that... Normally I would be gone already, but... I... I don't want to go down there, smelling like you and the hu... I mean, smelling like Johns bitch." The poor fox blushed.

"But that's exactly why I want you to do it! Show everyone in there just who you belong to. And Besides...", she added as she brushed herself against my body. "I want to use my little human in privacy at least for a little while, because I think he isn't going to stay with us for much longer." Karma eyed me nervously at her statement, making me gulp.

"I...see, I'll be on my way then. And...please don't do anything too dangerous to him, he is...

a friend."

The Espeon laughed at that.

"Don't you worry dear. I've grown rather fond of him too.", she smirked at the leaving Ninetails.

Scratching my head, I tried to understand the meaning behind Karmas plea on his mate, but the harder I tried to make sense of it, the more I felt like the stupid one out.

"What exactly did he mean by that?" I Inquired, still unsure if I wanted to be truly left alone with that elegant, yet narcissistic Espeon.

Lysandra's ears suddenly perked up.

"Elegant, yet Narcissistic huh? Your mind has a charming way of defining your perception. I very much like that about you...John."

I reeled back in surprise. Did she just...?

"Wait, what? Did you just read... my mind or something? How did you do that?" I asked, still flabbergasted by her insight. Lysandra simply beckoned me to sit down.

"I'll tell you in time Jonathan. But first, I am dying for my morning snack!" I watched in awe as she wiggled her way through my slightly spread legs. The Espeons fluffy head emerged just a moment later between them, lapping her fangs at the sight of my already hardening member.

"I must say, I had never expected to have such a... pleasuring experience with a human. My demands usually prove to be quite a challenge for most of my males. And yet, you managed to please all of them, even going far so as to make ME yearning for more. A feat that only my beloved Karma has managed to achieve so far."

Without further notice, she glided her sloppy kitty tongue across my whole dick in one fluid motion, making me moan her name.

"Yes John, that's what I like to hear, what I like to feel. I know what you want to do to me." Looking at her display of feline excitement, I felt like my lower body had just been rendered into her personal playtoy yet again. She had engrossed the base of my hard on between her paws, as if she was trying to hold it in place while her muzzle played with the tip. Licking it, nuzzling it and occasionally sucking on it, even though she had to crane her maw a little but for the last part. It was almost as if she knew how and where my body wanted to be touched. Every swipe of her tongue across my sensitive skin, every time she delightfully rubbed her smallish chin across my shaft. It took me all of my mental strength to hold my movement.

"You are one kinky human, John.",she praised me, stopping her pleasuring assault on my neither regions. “I feel what you want. Just do It! give in to your desires and do...mhh! Goughll!!!!"

I roughly pushed her head down on my shaft before she could even finish her inviting statement, making her gag in surprise as I presumably had fed her more than the lean Eeveelution could hope to chew on. The insides of her smallish maw felt warm, inviting and, by far, more constricting than that of her mate. She had taken a good third of my dick in her muzzle as she struggled for air, the Espeon looked like she had trouble trying not to gag on it any further. In a slow and careful motion, I removed my cock from her pleasuring confines. The sudden feeling of my sensitive skin as it scraped across her row of predatory teeth reminded me again of who was truly in power here. Nevertheless did I push her head down again as soon as her lungs were filled with fresh air. This became our thing for a while. I would stuff Lysandra;s throat, till she could barely hold her breath anymore, then release myself carefully, so she could fill her lungs yet again, giving her the kick out of it. We wentat it for what felt like minutes. The peristaltic movement of her throat was driving me nuts, but Lysandra still drove herself deeper for more. By the end of it, she had managed to somehow fit two thirds of my member inside of her wonderfully tight oral passage. As I saw the little bulge my dick made on her neck as I moved myself inside of her yet again, I could barely contain myself anymore .

"Gah... I'm getting close...how do you want it... served?"

With her throat closed off, I hoped that I could bet on her telepathic bond, even though the strain on her might complicate things a little. A small telepathic whisper finally gave me all the push I needed.

"...feed me... all of it..."

And feed her I did.

I pulled myself out of her petite muzzle until my very tip was resting on her soft barbed tongue. She was sucking onto it like some newborn Eevee would on the nipple of her mother, eagerly working on it for my seed. I had to restrain myself in order to hold still. I couldn't push myself inside of her like I could have done on Karma.

I tried to be as motionless as I could, letting the eager Espeon suckle like a cub on my cock, while moaning and spasming like a dork. I just let all what I had flow into her maw, providing her with her version of a nutrient breakfast.

She didn't even stop as my member began to grow limp. Grasping for every sensation of having something inside of her. I had to scramble away a little in order to make her stop. Otherwise, my already overused dick would have exploded from the overstimulation.

Lysandra looked like she was about to go off on her own.

"No..need ...uhh... to thank me human, I enjoyed that as much as you did... 'pant'..."

"But I didn't even...."

"Touch me?" The Espeon Interrupted. "You didn't really need to because...well... Its time for the talk anyway...." She curled herself beside me while licking the remains of my cum from her muzzle.

"Just how do I start... Oh, I know! John, would you be so kind to close your eyes? Just for a few seconds. I promise, it will be fun!" She asked trying to hide a smirk. I did as she asked and closed my eyes for a few seconds, but nothing happened.

"And?" She asked, still smiling.

"And, what..? did I miss something?"

She laughed at that. "You humans work easier than us Pokemon, do you know that? Just look at your hand, what is it doing right now?"

"As you can feel, m'lady, I am still petting one of your ears." She purred as I hit a sweetspot on her non bandaged ear to emphasize my statement.

"Mhh...divine...

You sure do. But the question you should ask yourself is: When did you start stroking it?

I rose an eyebrow at her remark. "What do you mean, I started to stroke it the moment I... I...

On the... moment I closed my eyes..." my hand was immediately drawn away from her, making her whine in discomfort. "How did you... What did you...?"

The Espeon simply shook her head. "Before your hurt yourself in confusion, calm down John. Calm down and listen well. Even though my species is already considered to be highly empathic, my psychic connections excel those bonds by afar. Not only am I able to feel and read the emotions and thoughts from those closest to me, I can alter their subconscious with ease, feed off their emotions like they were mine and sometimes, even bring weak willed people to do what I want, simply because they think it is the right thing to do.

"Then, the sex we had, as well as the intimacy we shared... Was that also just your personal desire, or was it mine? I asked, still baffled by her revelations. This was the first time I had seen Lysandra blush.

"Those were, well... that's more difficult to explain. My empathic connections always run out of control when I lose my focus, influencing those around me to ignore their own rationality. My heat was clearly at fault here. People and Pokemon start doing weird things... because of that, because of me... Things that they would normally never even think of doing. If I let my concentration slip away for as much as a second, then there is a possibility for things to g out of hand, either for the better or the worse."

There was a sudden sadness in her voice.

"Like the things we did last night?" I asked, petting her again for comfort.

"Especially like those kinky things we all did last night. The... only accurate description I could give you is that our subconscious thoughts fucked each others brains out, each one for a different reason, but aided in execution. Everything that exists has their own desires to clench. And we were no better than ferals that night."

"So, how is it that Karma can cope up with you for so long then? If everything you tell me is true, then why hasn't he gone insane yet? Or ran out of control, like he did yesterday?" I blurted out. Realizing my mistake in phrasing too late. "I..I'm sorry, I didn't mean it that way." I tried to add, but she just yawned at my apology.

"Jonathan, listen. You have no need to apologize to me because I know exactly how you meant it. I can feel all your emotions and memories by now, as if they were my own."

I hesitated,

"So, you basically know everything about me? My fears? My desires? My kinks? My experiences, good and bad?"

She nodded.

"Even all the things that I have buried from myself?

She nodded again, albeit with a lot more remorse in her gesture.

"I don't like it. I don't like that at all. The mind of a man should be the last and unyielding bastion of his personal freedom and privacy. There are things that I...don't want people to know about me. Things that I keep hidden even to myself."

She looked sad at my outburst, looking like she was disgusted with her own reasoning.

"I know that John. I know it all and it pains me too. In more ways than you can imagine. But that's all the answer I can give you. You have to understand that those powers of mine are far too strong for proper control. If I am just walking past some weak willed idiot, or someone with hidden desires, a suppressed personality behind a shimmering facade made of beautiful glass... then my presence alone can shatter it John! The same goes for Karma. He is prone to my influence like you or anyone else. But unlike most of my males, he is one of the few who can lay beside me. Because he is just like you John, he is pure."

My surprised laughter jolted her upright.

"Me? Pure? What are you talking about? You should know me perfect by now. I wear more masks to protect myself than most people can come up with in their entire lives. There is nothing honest and pure about me anymore! All I did was make the lives of others more miserable than they already were, and I hated myself for that. And the only true friends I have ever made have probably left already, disgusted by the fact that I sometimes tend to like relationships outside of my own species. Not that I can hold them guilty for their reasoning. So tell me, dear Lysandra: Which part of me is still pure?"

Silence

The poor Espeon looked like she was on the verge of crying herself. But I suspected it was due to her emotional empathy. "There is a reason for your purity John," she suddenly spoke up. "You can be honest with yourself! But that is just part of the answer. Most people, and even more Pokemon have horrid desires locked inside of them. The desire of humiliating those below their power and influence, the pleasure to exert violence on others. Even the desire of killing someone. Nobody can truly choose what defines them. Therefore, I can't and won't judge anyone I read for who or what they are. But nevertheless, all of those dark emotions and desires could suddenly surface when I let my power run free. I have yet to see someone who can resist my influence.

Rarely however, I meet exceptions. Like you, Karma and some other Pokemon I know of. Karma has an undoubtedly strong desire to please. He takes great effort and pleasure in it. Gets him hard and going for hours. He has become my plaything as I have become the object of his desire, so that we can stay pure to each other. You Johm, on the other hand, possess an acute want of control. But you don't do it out of the desire of putting your power and demands on others, nor do you take pleasure by exerting said control through violence and suffering. Instead, you want others to empathise with you, making them feel loved because you don't want them to feel the hate and all the resentment which you had to endure for such a very long time...

Your combination of desires is rare indeed... and not much different than those of mine. You are simply unable to gain pleasure if it means to truly hurt another for the sake of it. Therefore, you are just as pure as Karma.

It... took me a while to process all of it. It feels kind of strange to get an explanation from someone who seems to know you better than yourself.

"That logic seems twisted. Does that not mean you are using Karma as much as you are using me, just so that you can quench your desire to forcefully bond yourself with someone else?

Now it was Lysandra's turn to laugh.

"Don't try to impose your petty human values on a Pokemon like me John! Some of us may speak your language and try to act as civilised as your people, but that doesn't mean we have to share your beliefs as well! Karma needs me just as much as I need him. He may look like a cheeky fox on the outside. But deep down, his disability is making him as insecure as a newborn pup."

"What do you mean by that? He looks and acts like any other male Pokemon I have seen, despite his kink at being on the bottom of things."

The Espeon leapt away from me, only to return seconds later with my sparkling ex-gift for Lance in her maw. "Do you know for whom you have brought that token of gratitude, John?" She asked spitting the expensive collar into my lap.

"I thought you already knew everything there is to know about me, including my misadventure with Lance?" I asked back while mustering the collar for the first time since I've bought it.

"Of course I do. But I want you to remember yourself about the mate you have chosen, so that you can understand my connection with Karma. This will benefit yourself as well, trust me. Now remember! And tell me for whom you bought that gift for, and why?"

Closing my eyes for a moment, I tried to choose my next words as carefully as I could.

"I bought it for... Lance, a dear friend of mine, who also happened to be a Pokemon. A Typhlosion to be exact."

Her smile began to brighten. "Go on then. Tell me how you came to know him."

A nostalgic grin escaped my stoic expression. "How could I forget that night. It was just last year, some time in the later autumn months. The rainy time of the year where nobody goes willingly out on the streets, except those who don't seem to have a real life on their own. People much like myself. So there I was, staggering on a road leading to nowhere. Not that I was lost in any way. It was just that I didn't care how to spend my free time anymore. There were no friends I could have turned to, no girl I could have spoiled or relatives that I cared for. My love interests lasted rarely for more than a single night, be it Girl or feral Pokemon. Life just seemed to be an everlasting loop of the same boring principles that pushed me onwards. I was about to turn back to my empty home, as I noticed his hulking shadow behind me. Of course I panicked. After all, Pokemon like him are not supposed to come this far into the city. He was limping on his right paw in a monotone manner, looking ragged and hungry. I just stared at him in silence. Then, to my utmost surprise, he suddenly asked: 'Could you please make some room for me to pass by, sir?' He sounded like it was the most ordinary thing in the world to greet a lonesome stranger in the middle of the night." My thumbs fumbled on at one of the small rubies edged into the leather. Sensing my hesitation, Lysandra nudged me to go on.

"All I could bring out was a simple 'Ok!' as I moved, letting him take the bulk of the narrow path. And then... I just don't know why...

Maybe it was out of my sheer boredom, or the curiosity of his persona that finally edged me to ask If I could tag along for a while. What was even more wondrous is the fact that he agreed to it without any hesitation.

So we just.... kind of walked together. We talked about each other's lives like we were lifelong friends. I hadn't felt that light hearted in ages. He told me about his greatest contest performances, about his fans who adored him, all the breeders that wanted him to become their stud and, of course, about all the Pokemon that came to see him day in and day out. He also told me about his injury. The crippling incident which destroyed his fame in an instant. A rival Pokemon had jumped right in for him, harnessing all the glory while his old trainer had illegally set him out on the streets without hesitation. I learned that Lance wasn't like me. He wasn't just bored with life. He had had enough of it!" Lysandra just continued to stare at me, her small, yet piercing red eyes looked like they were about to drill a hole right into my very soul.

"So?" she asked as her tail swayed back and forth.

"So...what?" I asked back, unsure of her statement.

"How did he ended up living with you?" She frowned.

"I somehow asked him to. Promised him a comfy couch and a hearty meal."

"Simple as that?"

"Simple as that," I reassured her. "It appears, that the promise of a resting place mixed with the prospect of a good meal shared with a friend can sometimes be all it takes to save a life."

We both laughed at that.

"But, how is that supposed to help me to understand you and Karma? Lance doesn't like me the way I want him to, that's all there is to say."

Lysandra groaned at me. " How can you humans be so stupid? You still don't get it, do you? The things you two have in common are irrelevant compared to the things you can do in order to complete each other."

Now she had lost me.

"Complete each other... just what the do you mean by that?"

"I.. hate to explain it to you John, but I guess I owe you this much. Karma... is filling the void inside of me like I am filling his. Our needs tend to cancel each other out. It's the same with you and Lance. The yearning for each other's company is what brings you two together, like two broken pieces trying to fix each other. Pokemon cannot cope with losses and disabilities like you humans can. Karma's inability to sire cubs and my inability as an Empathic Pokemon to truly form equal bounds with someone else has drawn us together. So we fill in for each other, creating new happiness on our own.

And It is the same as with you and Lance."

With her final statement spoken, the Espeon rose. "Go gather your belongings and get ready to leave," She commanded me.

There was no further need for discussion

I nodded, dressing myself for the first time this weekend. My shirt painfully rubbed along the gashes that were gifted to me by Lysandra's punishment. It would seem that even her parting gift was a painful reminder to never mess with her rules. The fear of doubt was once again starting to slow me down as I thought about the task ahead.

"But, what if he truly doesn't want me? What if he finds my actions as disgusting as he had told me?" I asked, unsure on how to proceed. Lysandra just scowled at me like a teacher would do to his student. "I hate having to repeat myself again, John. Don't you dare to impose your human values onto a poor little Pokemon like Lance! There is no such thing as disgust among Pokemon. I'd rather believe that he just lacks the integrity to be the person he wants to be. He isn't honest with himself, denying his own worth for you and shying away. You have to fill that void for him John! Reassure him that it is okay for him to be honest with the world. Be as assertive as you must for the sake of your relationship. But you must never give up trying to win his favour! That is the only way Pokemon couples can work.

Don't forget that."

I nodded as I put on my trousers.

"Lysandra. What I wanted to ask you...

Will I see you, I.. I mean Will I see both of you ever again?"

Smiling, and without any sense of hesitation, the Espeon unwound her legs, presenting me every detail that her feline body had to offer. Then, without further ado, she lewdly stretched her leg above her head, lapping at her own sex while teasingly presenting me the parts of her that I knew I would miss most.

I just devilishly grinned back at her. "You're enjoying this far too much, aren't you?", making the Espeon smirk in delight.

"Let me tell you one thing John: generous and elegant as I may be, I am still a narcissist at heart. Don't you forget that! I will always prioritize my own demands over those of everyone else. No exceptions!"

"Even those of Karma?"

Lysandra gave me her most honest nod. "Especially those of Karma. For it makes up the most crucial part of our relationship. By providing him with my boundaries, my everlasting demand for his attention and of course... my unreserved love for him, I manage to give us both something that we could never have hoped to find on our own."

I watched in eerie silence as the elegant Espeon licked her fur, dolling herself up so that she could present herself in all of her beauty.

Slowly, I left.

Step by Step.

"Goodbye Lysandra." I finally waved at her. "It was... interesting to meet you."

"Likewise," she smiled. "Hope to see you soon, loverboy." She replied, without looking back at me.

I left as quickly and nimbly as I could. Because deep down I knew, that if I had just stayed for a second longer, my desire to fuck her yet again into madness would make me lose control. And I believe she wouldn't even have objected my actions.

My steps were quick and resolute as I made my way through the narrow maintenance duct. In fact, they were so resolute and repetitive that I yelped in shock as I collided with an equally surprised Ninetales. we both immediately blushed at each other as we remembered all the perverted details of the things we did together last night. "So uhm... John," spoke Karma. "You are leaving ...already...?"

The last word sounded more like a whisper. He wasn't sounding like the cheeky stray I had seen yesterday. Smiling, I bend down and ruffled his surprisingly sticky head fur. "Yes. I got my own mate to take care of. Lysandra helped me to see my mistakes." Karmas face changed to a nervous frown at the mention of her name. "Did... Did she say something about me. Did I do.. good? Was I able to please her well enough?"

I had to laugh at that. "Calm yourself, you did great. You and me both pal. She is waiting for you as we speak, already preparing your reward."

His tails suddenly went haywire, bashing against every duct and filled the small space with a multitude of dull metallic echoes.

"You have a great mate Karma. But she needs your care as much as you want her. Promise me to be there for her at all times, will you?" The fox just pushed me into a feral hug, pulling himself as close to me as he could.

"I'm going to miss you John....

Can you, I don't know, like... visit me... US! I mean us! Can you visit us some time again?"

Cleaning my coat from the remains of his creamy coloured fur, I couldn't help but to toy with the poor fox. "Only if you take bath next time, you smell like box of used condoms!"

"Well, " the fox blushed again. "I had to help out Gale in the Pub. In my own way, that is. So you should probably wash your hands."

He was right about that. My palms reeked of musk. It would be best if I can disinfect them as soon as I can. And my coat...

well...

I might just be better off if I burn it in my backyard.

Our eyes met for the last time as we said our final goodbyes and I was hoping silently that Lance hadn't done anything stupid over the weekend...

... or had left me for good.

It turns out that the human concept of karma is as much of a bitch as the Ninetales who was named after it.

There was of course, no sign of Lance at my home. Instead, My whole place had turned into one giant mess. Samantha had left, along with most of her possessions.I had expected nothing less from her. My kitchen looked like someone had tried to build a bomb out of my groceries, and the cleaning supplies that I kept in a small closet were spread all across my of my rooms. The only place that seemed to have escaped this torrential madness was Samantha's secluded room. Taking a shower and a change of fresh clothes, I tried to locate my phone, which I luckily found under a heap of thrown blankets. I had quite a few missed calls, mostly from work. But the staff knew that I tend to ignore them on weekends. One missed call however, was from Steven. The Elite Trainer who was part of our security staff and a good acquaintance of mine. Normally, he wouldn't even have dared to call me on my weekend, so this had to be important.

I wasted no time calling him back.

"Steven? It's me, John. You know that I don't like being called on weekends for no reason. So, what's up?"

"Yeah, I know old man, but I believe the reason is important enough." I could hear a soft laughter through the line, but it didn't sounded male.

"John, do you remember how I told you that you should get yourself a Pokemon?" He asked. His voice was filled with irony.

"Yes, why? I already adopted one about six months ago. You aren't trying to press another one from your sisters Pokemon shelter onto me, are you?" Again I heard laughter, but this time, it sounded like Steven. "No, that's not why I called ya`, old man. Ma sister just got a particularly strange stray in from the police. Turns out he was already chipped and registered under your name!"

My heart skipped a beat. I knew that Lance could be tracked, but I thanked Arceus that he had landed in safe hands. Lance may be a bulky Typhlosion, but he was still a crippled Pokemon, raised by humans to become nothing more than a pet. It would have meant a death sentence for him if he had managed to leave the city.

"YOU FOUND HIM??!" I nearly exploded into my phone. "Where did you find him? How is he? Has he said anything?

"Calm down old man,"came his calm replay. "They had picked him up yesterday, somewhere near the suburbs. A resident alarmed the police and they brought him here.

And... what do you mean with him saying something? Has all the work finally managed to make you lose your sanity? You know how rare it is that Pokemon can pick up human language, do you?" Again...laughter at the end of the line. "He didn't do anything, except eat and laze around."

That sounded like the Lance I knew!

"Ya know, when I said you should get a pet Pokemon, I was thinking of something more like a cute little Eevee, or maybe a playful Buizel to keep you some company. But instead you choose to adopt an unstable fire Type? Talk about living on the edge! You are full of surprises John, let me tell ya`!

Seems that he has proven to be more than you can handle, though. We can take care of him for you, finding him a new pla..."

"NO!" I interrupted harshly. "I mean... no. I`ll go get him now. I assume he is still at your sisters shelter?"

Silence was my answer. Wrenchingly long seconds of silence. Steven liked to be as efficient as possible. Maybe he had already deported Lance somewhere else.

"Calm down John, of course he is still here. I may be young in your eyes, but I am still a Pokemon Trainer ya`know? I wouldn't dare to move a Pokemon without the consent of his owner. So head over here as quickly as you can and pick up your pardner. The shelter is normally closed on Sundays, but ma sis is making an exception for you. You can thank me later!"

John?... Hello?"

I had grabbed anything I could possibly need as I rushed out. Letting the door bang shut behind me. I nearly ran all the way to the shelter. It was noon by now, but the damp spring weather had kept most people inside of their comfy homes. Had I just walked, it would have taken me at least an hour to get there by feet. I was surprised at my own eagerness and vigor, as I saw the gateway for the pokemon shelter not even twenty minutes later. Steven had already left, even filled the paperwork for me. It included a fee for Police as well as a sizable donation for the Veilstone City Pokemon shelter.

Sly move, Steven!

Nevertheless did I sign everything without hesitation.

Given directions and a key, Steven's sister simply told me I should pick him up for myself. It was Sunday after all, and she was currently occupied by her handheld console. The old Shelter was noisy with all kinds of Pokemon cries, as I made my way through the grey concrete hallway. Most of the poor critters that were kept here were too dangerous for the streets, yet unable to fend for themselves if they were to be released into the wild, making an adoption their only chance of survival. I found my Typhlosion companion in a spacious and secluded cell. Mustering him from afar, I noticed that he wasn't behaving much differently than I had come to know him:

Doing nothing at all, all day long.

His cream coloured belly was lazily occupying the hard floor, his paws were outstretched while he was looking at the walls with empty eyes. Nearing myself slowly, I noticed how my heartbeat was picking up pace as I got closer. A familiar knot was forming in my throat. My own insecurity turned my knees into rubber. Lysandra's words popped into my head. I had to stay strong, I had to stay assertive enough...

...for both of us!

For a moment I thought that having the Espeon with me could have helped me to deal with Lance. I felt way more confident without my rationality holding me back.

On second thought, this probably was a bad idea.

Taking a deep breath, I approached his cell with a stern look on my face. I let my feet hit the ground as noisy as possible without looking like an idiot, making his long ears flinch a little bit every time my solid shoes hit the concrete floor. My sheer presence seemed to fill him with life.

"Took you long enough John," he muttered half hearted. Lance just looked at me as I unlocked his cell, fixating me with his hazel brown eyes as he struggled to rise himself up on his hind legs alone, looking like some animated golem that was just given the order to raise. I masked my own uneasiness with a disappointed look on my face, as we stared at each other. Even standing, Lance was a good head smaller than me, meaning that he had to look up to me in order to meet my gaze. I just waited for him to say something. Anything! But he looked just as nervous as I felt myself.

I had to free him from the burden of his own initiative.

"I've come to pick you up Lance." I simply stated in a neutral sounding voice. Masking the giddy excitement that I hadn't lost him. Lance nodded while nervously fidgeting with his paws. His eyes were suddenly drawn to the collar which I had procured out of my pocket.

"Is...Is that for me?" was all he nervously asked as I presented him his gift. I was about to latch it onto him when he suddenly took a step backwards, again afraid of my touch. My old self would have accepted that, granting him personal space. But everyone has to move forward, even if it means facing risks. So I firmly grabbed the scruff on his neck as he tried to stagger back, making him yelp out a "Thy...?" in surprise as I forcefully latched the expensive accessory on his neck.

"What the heck John..?!" came the Typhlosions angry, yet nervous sounding reply. But he didn't object my treatment. Marvelling at my success for a moment, I took out a thin leash from my other coat-pocket.

"Stay!" I simply ordered as I fastened one end around his new collar, making his eyes go wide at my sudden action.

"John, wha... What the hell is wrong with you. I don't need a leash to be led around! Besides, that flimsy thing will snap as soon as I yank on it. Just... let's leave here, okay? I won't cause anymore trouble than I already have."

"Hush now. You won't yank on it, Lance."

I replied, smiling warmly at my Pokemon. Lance looked like he was completely overrun by the situation.

"The... the hell I will! Why should I even listen to you? Since I've become your Pokemon, you just let me do whatever the hell I wanted to anyways! So tell me mast... John! Why do you suddenly think that this small leash will keep me at bay?!" Lance looked like he was trying his hardest not to look up to me, avoiding my glance. Except for his verbal outburst, he hadn't dared to move.

Lysandra was right about him, that much was clear by now. My warm smile only grew as I brushed my fingers through his silky head fur, for the first time in six months.

"Because this little strap of leather is as much of a leash to me as it is a lifeline to you. It gives you the purpose you crave. You will never yank on it. And neither will I. If you are unable find happiness by yourself anymore, then let me be the one to create it just for you!

You are mine Lance, as much as I am yours.

Now let's go home together, shall we?"

All that I heard from him afterwards was the poor sound of his sobbing as I lead him home.

I thanked Arceus that Steven's sister was more interested in her video game than our little scene as we left the shelter as quickly as we could. Lance had somewhat calmed down as the damp spring air soothed his troubled mind.

"Can you manage that long on your hind legs alone?" I asked, concerned of his well being.

"I'll manage... master." Came his nervous reply.

Master...

I flinched at that drenched word. "It's just... I think it looks rather silly! I have to turn my whole body every time to make a single step! And while I also have to admit that I have gained... a little too much weight in these the past months, I feel like my body is working against me with every motion I make!"

I chuckled. "Don't you worry about that! You still look like a cute and beautiful pet." Lance nearly lost his balance at my statement. He was walking slightly in front of me, struggling to keep up a nearly human pace on his rear legs alone.

It took us lot of time to reach our home. We used it to it's fullest to chat, laugh and enjoy each other's company on those empty, rainy streets.

It was the most romantic thing I ever did.

"Would you care to explain why you ran away after trashing my home?" I asked as we approached our home.

Lance blushed at that. "I was... looking for you. After you left, I realized that I may have... overreacted a little. I just.. hated myself. It's because of me that you wasted your life in that awful workplace.

So I, uhm, tried to make it up to you. Doing things like... chores or whatever while you were away. Doing... whatever stuff you did. Sam had left even earlier than she said she would, so I thought I might as well take care of your den. At first, I tried to make breakfast in case you returned, but your kitchen isn't build for Pokemon like me, so I tried to clean everything up next. But I couldn't hold my balance very well and bumped into a lot of things while doing so."

I had to laugh as I imagined an upright walking, chubby Typhlosion cleaning my home with a mo.

"Then, after all my failures in being a good human roommate. I just waited for you. But you wouldn't come back! I searched all over for you, till these humans in blue clothes came along and said I couldn't do that." I just shook my head as I freed Lance of his leash, There was no reason for me to use it indoors...

...well, exept some kinky ones.

"So, um, why didn't you tell the ones that caught you right away you were looking for me?"

He nervously scratched his neck. "I... don't like talking to humans very much," he replied, catching me by surprise."My old trainer told me that talking back to a human is something an award winning pet like me should never do." He answered while trotting beside me.

"You're still talking to me right now. Am I not human enough for you?" I grinned, teasing my already nervous companion.

"It's... different with you John. I have... never met someone like you. If you are around, I just feel like I could do anything. You have just... well been there for me I guess. These... past few months made me happier than I have ever been before. All I had were training, contests and rival Pokemon to best. You are the first real friend I've ever had."

I had to suppress the urge to hug him right on the spot. "Why, didn't you tell me sooner? Why did you hide yourself?"

"Because, I was afraid John. Afraid that you wouldn't want to have a simple Pokemon like. You always tried to make me feel like a human. Letting me eat with you, sleeping at your couch and let me use your bathroom instead of your backyard. Therefore, I tried to be the best human I could, trying to behave like those I have seen on TV." he suddenly blushed. "Th... Then you suddenly wanted me to become your mate, making me happy and sad at the same time. I I... can never be the human mate you are looking for. You did all those things to make me feel good, but I had nothing I could give you in return, except for myself. But the human relationships I see in the TV never work like that!

Lance's little coming out was making it sound like I was the irresponsible one.

I had to cope up with the fact that Lance was a Pokemon, and not a human. He was born in human hands, raised to be a good pet, to be a contest show-off. He wasn't an adventurous stray like Karma, or an highly Empathic Psychic type Like Lysandra. Within those past six months, I had tried to treat Lance like something that he was never going to be:

A human lover.

"No, we can't have a relationship like other humans do." I answered him honestly, making Lance sadly drop his ears as we both found ourselves on my couch, surrounded by the mess he made.

"But that doesn't mean that we can't forge our own. I want you Lance. The real you. The goofy Typhlosion that will always listen to my crappy workplace soap-operas while shying away each time I try to pet him.

Well... minus the petting part, that is." I smirked at him.

"I uhm...," he blushed.

"I tend to get excited when you get to close to me John, like, really excited. But I was raised to be better than that. I...I always wanted to be close to you, but my old trainer had taught me that it was wrong to get excited. I can't hide myself behind clothing like you humans do, so I always tried to keep my...

THYYY?!"

I laughed as I crushed Lance in a surprise hug beneath me. A series of surprised moans and yelps was all he could reply as the sudden cuddle attack pinned my chubby pet on the couch. Six months of repressed love and affection suddenly gushed off myself, hitting Lance with the full blown force of my yearnings for him as I conquered nearly every part of his fuzzy body with a part of mine. His yelping and struggling were transforming into purrs and nudges within seconds as I tended his belly, paws, neck, and the sweet spots behind his ears, planting my kisses along his muzzle and even affectionately licking his sensitive ears. Lance in turn looked like he was about to be overwhelmed by the sheer amount of sensations that were raining down on him at once.

As I finally ceased my lovely little assault on him, I couldn't help but to marvel my results. Lance was helplessly panting with a mixture of joy and shame on his face, blushing hard. A small red tip had emerged beneath his round belly, but quickly dwindled swiftly as he calmed down.

"Seems I have to retrain my pet." I grinned as I watched his declining member.

"I... I am not... your..." he blushed, trying to deny his own contentment.

"Grab the leash and meet me in the bedroom. We have a lot to catch up on." I teased my lost looking mate. My member was already rock hard. I wanted him, now!

"And don't make me wait too long! That's an order!"

Not even a minute later, a heavily blushing Typhlosion presented me said leash in his maw while wagging his plump furry rump in front of my bed, beaming with excitement.

Blushing, I fastened the leash on him. " Have you ever mated with someone else Lance?" The bulky Typhlosion nodded his head. "My old trainer left me to one of your human facilities for that. But most of the Pokemon there were only half my size, or way to large to be interested in me. So I usually did it with the smaller ones, while occasionally playing round with some females. I even mated with an Absol once. But she could barely hold my weight atop of her. My... trainer was unusually shocked as he saw me pinned between two of my Quilava brothers when he came to pick me up. I had to lay flat on the ground, so that I could play with both of them at the same time! Maybe that wasn't how he expected me to mate. Since then, he had stopped taking me there."

His story made it even harder for me to contain myself.

"And the... larger males? Did you try something with them?" I asked as I scratched his lower muzzle, making him purr with delight. "R...rarely. It's not that I didn't... try trough. But it is always difficult to play around with something twice your size. Most of the larger ones were also brutes, so I stuck to the more sentient ones."

Lance blushed as he looked at the tent in my trousers.

"Can.. I... see it?"

"Thought you would never ask," I grinned back. "Just let me undress..."

The eyes of my mate got wide as he saw the slightly blood crusted scratch marks on my chest. "Those are fresh John! Where did you get those marks?

I gulped, trying to make my explanation sound as least awkward for me as possible. "That's um... from a friend. I stayed at their place for the weekend."

"A Friend? Their place?"Lance quickly interrupted. Sometimes, he was just too sharp or his own good.

"Yes, well... that place actually belonged to her... mate?"

Lance displayed me his version of a smirk as he bend over to lick my gashes, making me shudder as his large fire type tongue danced along my damaged skin.

"By the taste of your skin, I assume that you did a little more than just stay there." I blushed as he came up to nuzzle my chin with his fluffy head.

"We... yes. We may had some fun along the way. You aren't angry at that, aren't you?"

Lance shook his head as he laid himself down beside me. " Of course not. Well... maybe a little. Considering the fact that I had to sleep on a concrete floor for a full night," He smirked back at me.

"Well...Sorry Lance. It would seem that I failed in being your owner. But maybe... I can make it up to you... as your mate?" I grinned, making the poor Typhlosion look away in embarrassment.

"John... I mean m-master," he stammered back at me. "Can't you just be, I don't know both at the same time to me? Be-because I want to be both, your mate AND your Pokemon!"

The already embarrassed Lance was curled up by now, trying to hide his reddened face behind his fuzzy paws.

"Lance..." I whispered reassuringly as I gently relaxed his hands from his face. "You don't have to be afraid of your own desires."

"Besides," I added, planting a kiss on the surprised Typhlosion.

"How can I reject my mate if he asks me in such a sweet manner."

I had to stifle my grin. He was completely motionless by now, as if his brain tried to figure out an appropriate reaction. He didn't even register that I snapped the small black leash back on his collar. Thinking back to Lysandra, I leaned myself comfy against my pillow, stroking myself hard again to give Lance the show he wanted.

"You said that you wanted to see the dick of your owner. Now is your chance." My hand slightly pulled on the small leash, beckoning him closer. The bedsprings made noises of discomfort as my chubby Typhlosion wormed his massive rump in my direction. He couldn't hold himself upright with his bad foreleg without hard footing. Therefore, all he could do in order to move himself atop my large bed was his version of a crawling motion. Without even saying a word, he immediately nuzzled my balls, eagerly taking in my musky smell. His large maw engulfed my dick completely , making me moan in surprise as I pushed him down by instinct, to make sure that every inch of my member could feel the pleasure of his wet and meaty tongue as it danced around it.

His sucking motions soon grew more erratic. He bobbed his head faster than I could even push his head down. He had far more strength than me, so I simply let him go at his own freakish pace. It felt like he knew exactly how hard he had to push my buttons, leaving me panting and moaning in awe as I felt his skillful tongue work.

I came faster than I wanted to. Lance didn't even stop his motions as I shot my seed inside his awaiting muzzle. It looked like he hadn't even recognized that I already came. A weak plea between my moaning was all I could muster.

"Lance, hold it... you are killing me there."

A wet 'plop' sounded as my Typhlosion finally let go of my member, an apologetic look was plastered on his face.

I just grinned like an idiot, reassuring him that he did great.

"Wow.. that was... amazing! Why didn't we do that sooner?"

Praising his efforts just seemed to intensify his blush as he licked my rod free of the remaining semen.

Guess it's time to reward my pet.

Using his leash as my preferred instrument of communication, I urged my chubby mate to lay down beside me yet again. My hands started tendi his belly as soon as it was in reach, letting him coo in delight as my hands stroked through his thick, yet silky fur. I wanted to give him the attention he deserved, but as my movements grew lewder, I noticed that his member was still mostly lodged inside his sheath.

"My pet seems not to be in the mood for some intimacy today."

I whispered as my hand wandered down on his shaft. My eyes were glued on those of my mate, waiting for the expected reaction as I coaxed his dick out of his confinement. I could see him tense up as I firmly stroked his feral dick. It felt a little bit shorter than mine, but had a much wider girth around the base.

"What's the matter Lance? Is your owner not good enough for you?"

The Typhlosion's eyes got wide at that. "Nonono! Of course! Errr.. I mean of course not! It's just that...

It is just that it would be much nicer for me if we could mate...you know... properly." I looked at him in surprise.

"You sure have a habit of denying your own pleasure. On it then pet! Present yourself!"

Lance just yipped an excited sounding 'Typho!' as he scurried away. Using a larger pillow to compensate for his damaged limp, he lined himself up to give me a first row view on his backside. And it was a sight for me to behold.

I couldn't contain myself as I stroked passively while admiring the view. His hind legs had grown stronger and a little thicker since he preferred to move upright, letting his whole backside appear a little larger than it really was. His thin, creamy fur grew thinner between his legs, revealing two large, slightly cream furred orbs which hung tightly beneath his presented pucker. He immediately tensed up as I cupped them. They were a good deal larger than mine, and delightfully warm. I took my time to feel him up, enjoying everything his backside had to offer with slow, deliberate motions. Whenever he had started to struggle against my delicate touch, a sharp 'stay' command, sometimes combined with a healthy slap on his rear made him go quiet again. His member was now rock hard hanging below him, dripping pre. It would seem that we were both enjoying our roles.

My thumb was drawing circles around his fleshy pucker, teasingly stroking the thin fur around it. I could feel him tense up whenever I came in contact with it.

"You have been a good little pet Lance. Now tell me, do you want to get your reward in cuddles," I teasingly asked, easing my actions for a moment.

"Or," I grinned as I pushed a spit lubed finger all the way into him, making him moan out a loud 'Tyyy' in surprise.

"Do you want get filled like a heated female?"

This answer was obvious, so I already lubed up my member with some of my spit.

"f...fill me...please..?" Came an ushered replay from the horny Typhlosion.

Grinning, I poked him yet again, lubing his entrance.

"No. That won't do it pet. Tell me how deep you want it, tell me how hard you want it...

Convince me that you really deserved to be filled by me, Lance!"

"Damnit John.. just do it..Ahh!"

My right hand came swiftly down on his furred ass, slapping him hard.

"Right now, I am your master. And if your want your desires to be fulfilled, you have to be honest with yourself. I am giving you one final chance! Speak up!"

A series of whines could be heard. Lance still seemed to struggle with himself.

I didn't liked the feeling of forcing him into submission. But Lysandra was right. This wasn't about me. This was all about him.

"Master," came his final, long drawn out reply. "I..I want you to fill me! To... to mate me hard, to show me to whom I belong. I..I don't care what you think about me afterwards, but right now I... want it.

I need it!"

The piercing howl that followed could have even startled my neighbours. if I had any, that is. I plunged myself into his lubed tunnel in one single motion, grabbing myself forcefully on his backfur to push myself as hard as I could inside of him. I yanked on his leash for a moment, letting the small snap by accident. We both moaned in unison as I tried to mate him as hard and violent as I could, imagining how Karma and Lysandra had done it on that very night. I was now nearly lying atop of him. Lances bulky hind legs had buckled a little, but rocked back against my thrusts in a steady motion as I filled him with the eagerness of a sex depraved lopunny.

But he still didn't seem to be satisfied enough, so I hugged him below his silky furred shoulders, trying to yank him in my direction every time I pushed myself into his delightfully warm orifice, making him moan in delight. Lance had ceased to speak entirely. Only growling in a deep feral tongue, pressing his back against mine as forcefully as he could. My teeth even wound their way around one of his ears, nibbling softly at it for a few seconds, even biting it a few times.

Even without Lysandra's empathic bound, I still seemed to be able to give in to my base desires. And so did he. Time grew meaningless as we continued to rut like animals. Lance had managed to tear half of my bed into pieces by now, occasionally gnawing at one of the pillows.

It felt wonderful.

We could have been at it forever, but I soon felt the tingling sensation that indicated our act to come to a close.

I didn't care to tell him as I suddenly tensed behind him. With a deep growl I yanked him back against my dick, filling my mate with every drop of seed that I had left. Lance suddenly howled out at the new sensation, thrashing his with whole body against my hold. Grabbing him with every fibre of strength I hat left in me, I felt like I was in some kind of kinky rodeo as I did my best to keep him close to me.

It took us quite a few moments to calm down after that. I tried to reach around his belly to give him his deserved strokes. But all I felt was a flaccid sheath, sticky with gallons of semen.

Lance already came. And by the sticky amount of it, more than once.

We both panted hard, snuggling close on the tattered heaps of fabric which used to be my bed.

"That was...something else entirely." I finally spoke. "Hope you had fun too, my little pet."

He blushed as I ruffled his fur, pulling me closer. "John, I... don't know what to say..."

I smiled as I I laid In his embrace

"Let it be Lance. Let it be and enjoy it."

So we hugged each other in silence for a while, pleasing each other with our undivided affections.

Lance suddenly reared up as he glanced at the snapped leather strap on his neck. "The..leash you gave me. You... broke it. Could you... maybe... uhm... use a sturdier one next time?"

I lewdly grinned at my mate. "Sure. Which one do you prefer: do you want it to be a long one, or would you rather prefer a short and sturdy leash?"

The spen Typhlosion just blushed at that. "Can you... get both of them?Then we could use them on different... occasions... If... if that's okay with you."

I laughed as I hid my tear filled eyes in the depths of his neck-fur.

"I'll buy you a thousand different ones if that makes you happy!"

-Hidden Track: Revival-

The following month had passed astonishingly fast. Lance and me had finally settled in our new lives.

Or should I say, life?

The two of us were nearly inseparable in those weeks. We tended to another as often as we could. Going at each other like some horny teenagers.

I had finally managed the courage to quit my job. The company even gave me a nice payout for my services. In return however, I had to keep my mouth shut about their scheme. I moved to my friends smaller trading company soon afterwards. The pay was fairly lower, But the work there felt a lot more fulfilling than my old Job. There was also the fact that I could even bring Lance to my workplace. Needless to say, I was again happy to have found something that gives me purpose. I even met Karma on the streets a few times.

And Arceus knows, maybe I'll let him visit me sometime. I owed him that much at least.

But right now, I am going to enjoy my couch nap atop of my mate.

The front door banged open, breaking the silence and instantly jolting Lance and myself awake from our love making nap.

I had barely the time put on as much as my underwear, as an overexcited Floatzel suddenly popped up right in my living room.

-"Hoi! I'm Celty!"

Came a cheerful announcement. I stared at her, then painfully pinched myself, as if to make sure that I wasn't dreaming. Lance didn't seem to know what was going on either, I was about to grab my phone for a police call, as a familiar voice reached my ears.

"Damn it Girl! I said calm to down! Do you always have to make my life more troublesome than it already is, you overexcited fuzzball!"

Samantha suddenly strode in my living room. Petting the playful otter Pokemon while eyeing a nearly nude guy and a Typhlosion, curled up together on a seed stained couch, as if it was a common sight.

"So... did we miss the good stuff already?" Sam asked, almost sounding disappointed.

"Sam?! I.. I thought you had left for good?" I asked, still unsure if this was all just another weird dream.

She just rolled her eyes, looking at Lance. "I said I'd be going home for a month, not a lifetime. Besides, as soon as I heard that you too have the tendency to fall for a Pokemon, I thought that I might as well bring my girlfriend over. So, say hello to Celty."

-"Hoi!" Celty simply added.

"Rules are simple. First, no sex in the shower if you don't intend to clean it afterwards. And second, try to keep your moaning and begging to a minimum at night."

I nodded.

Slowly.

And I was still unsure what the hell just happened. I decided to start on recovering my dignity first. By getting myself decent.

I watched Samantha pulling two heavy looking trunks into my house. She just smiled back at me

"Ohh, and watch out for Celty. She can be a hassle sometimes, but can't hurt a fly. Well, I am off unloading my stuff. Would you mind taking care of Celty for me? I had to deny her any kind of fun on our trip back for the sake of common decency. She should be pent up by now."

I just gaped at Samantha in disbelief, trying to find a more refined phrasing for 'What the Fuck?' But my brain failed me at the moment

-"Hoi!" came Celty's call again.

"I'll take your silence as an answer then. Toodles!"

With that, she was gone again. Leaving me alone with a still flabbergasted Typhlosion and slowly advancing, sickeningly sweet smelling Floatzel.

Why did I dress myself again in the first place?