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The only sounds in the dressing room came from the raucous cheers of the crowd a floor above them. It was a small, dank room with only one light positioned above a rickety make-up station. Brian had scattered his supplies across it when they first arrived. It had been in mad desperation he had applied eyeliner, blush, and accents to the faces of his little eevees.

Now the two sat forlornly on the musty couch tucked against the back wall. The disappointment in their faces was more than enough to sap what little encouragement formed on his lips. Ava, in particular, was looking downtrodden to the point of tears. Her brother, Vaun, was sitting at her side, one of his arms wrapped around her and holding her up to him. He knew she most likely blamed herself for their last-place showing in the contest.

In truth, he didn't blame either of them for their poor performance. It had been their first time on stage in front of an audience. It had been their first time competing against other pokemon. He didn't blame the twins for not performing as well as he wanted them to.

He was certain their meager accommodations didn't help with that. He had been promising them they would receive the celebrity treatment if they entered the contest scene. This had to have been a rather disappointing reality of how far they would need to go to get to that ideal situation.

Brian sighed and turned to lean against the dressing table. It creaked ominously under his weight, but it held firm. With his eyes drifting over the two, he noticed Vaun throwing a glance his way. It was certain to be a long night if the male fox's angered expression was any indicator.

Moving out of the house had presented him with a host of options, the most prominent of which was the chance to become a trainer. The graduation present he received from his parents gave him plenty of opportunities. The most prominent being to purchase an exquisite pokemon to battle with.

Instead, he had purchased two subprime eevees. Twins, as it were. They had been his only companions for the last few months.

“I think…" he started, “there were definitely some areas we could have improved on." He nibbled on his lower lip, testing the waters while the stale air in the room seemed to grow tense. “I should have done a better job preparing the two of you for this. For your first time, you both did amazing. We'll get there, I promise."

Ava's soft whimper didn't do much to convince him she was a believer in this idea.

Brian was a tall man that had reached maturity at the age of eighteen. Right now, he wore his contest attire, an outfit of white cloth with black accents. He had thought it rather clever; a reflection of the contrasting nature of his pokemon. In truth, it proved to be hard to move around in. All flash and no substance, leaving him stiff and awkward on stage.

He had a soft face that was starting to develop hints of masculinity. The outlines of a chiseled jaw, high cheekbones, and blue eyes. He had shaven that afternoon for the performance. A small cut on his left cheek and on his chin showed how his anxiety had made that rather problematic.

Ava and Vaun hadn't been the only two that had difficulty performing on stage.

The hall they performed in was small, little more than a footnote on the journey of most professional contest goers. It wasn't a preliminary tournament. It wasn't anything that would be in the papers or on tv; it was mostly an exhibition for wannabe up and comers.

Still, it had been uncomfortable for him to step out on that stage under the illuminating glow of the spotlights. The sight of the audience staring down at him had taken his breath away. The thought that this was for real, not another practice session had caused him to lock up.

He knew the delayed start had cost them points. Vaun had been the one to snap him out of it. While Ava's concerned glance landed on him, Vaun had delivered a sharp, eloquent bark that brought him back to reality. He knew the damage he had caused, however. His pokemon had seen him nervous and that translated into their performance.

Their movements had been sloppy, nothing like the well-rehearsed choreography they had developed. It had surprised him when he saw how in synch the twins could be. They were almost mirrored images of each other when they were in private, basking in the adoration of the other. They treated it like a game, mimicry that left both ecstatic and challenged them to maintain synchronicity.

Brian had had his doubts about the two of them. They had recently hatched when he bought them, and the breeder had warned him their IV's were abysmal. It was a term he was unfamiliar with. He wouldn't have realized they would never succeed in battles. That was why he was able to purchase the two of them for such a low cost. Of course, even then that meant what little money he had left had to be well spent.

Both foxes were a dark shade of brown bordering on chocolate in complexion. On their chest were teardrop-shaped patches of creamy white fur that went down to their bellies. Their manes were fluffy and well kept, free of tangles after meticulous grooming sessions. Their tails were long and bushy, that same cream-colored fur at the tip, reminiscent of dipsticks for a car.

If it weren't for Vaun's blue eyes and Ava's green ones, he wouldn't have been able to tell them apart.

Vaun had pulled his sister a little closer to his side when Brian began to approach him. The male was only a few minutes older than his sister, and Brian had noticed it left him with a protective attitude towards her. Whenever he had tried to reprimand her, normally for inconsequential, playful actions, he was there for her.

If it wasn't for her brother, Brian didn't think Ava would have been willing to go through with this.

The little vixen was a lovely sight all dolled up in her make-up. She possessed a feminine vigor that separated her from her brother, the sharpness of her contoured lines leaving her with an almost sultry expression. She had a way of making Brian regret any attempt to discipline her; he was certain she knew how to get her way. Still, compared to her brother she was more reserved, less willing to stand up for herself. She followed Brian's order with a smile and a wag of the tail, of course, even when opposed to them.

The couch shifted under his weight as he sat next to the two smaller pokemon. Overhead the shouts and cheers died down, leaving Brian to assume the award ceremony had ended. That meant they would need to leave soon.

He reached out towards the two of them, his fingers slowly stretching out. His expression softened when he saw that suspicious glance come over Vaun's face, and no sooner had he noticed it than the eevee struck out at him. 'Strike' was an exaggeration of the gentle bat that kept Brian from touching his sister's head.

If that wasn't enough, the little growl that accompanied it was enough to convince him. Whenever the two of them got this way - usually when they were feeling down - it was better to let him have his way. Ava never complained, if anything she sought her brother's grasp, shrinking into it and taking great comfort.

“You guys want to grab something for dinner?" He began to stand up from the couch with a sigh and a stretch of his shoulders. It was growing late in the day, and after that, he felt completely drained. He could only imagine how his pokemon must have felt. “There are a few places in town we could try out…"

That little mention elicited a couple of pairs of perked ears in his direction. Even Ava had unfurled her ears from where they hung in her face. Eating out was such a rarity that even Brian knew how much of a reward it must have seemed. Normally they had to make do with cheap packages of pokefood the pokemon centers gave to beginning trainers.

Brian's own stomach growled at the tantalizing thought. He wouldn't allow himself to splurge on himself if it meant the two of them went without. The human wasn't too proud to admit it, but they weren't always the only ones eating that pokefood.

“You can both pick out whatever you'd like. Remember," he paused to glance at them, “you've both earned it."

That was enough to draw Ava out of the cocoon of her brother's grasping paws. She burst forward, letting out an exuberant, excited cry. Vaun's perturbed glance didn't faze her whatsoever. If nothing else, it had the desired effect Brian had been hoping for.

A sharp, stern knock on the door stilled her excitement. The base of the eevee's tail suddenly fluffed up while her excited antics ground to a halt. When the door opened, the man on the other side was greeted by the sight of the two eevees sitting in solemn obedience.

The flashy uniform and the rose tucked into his lapel spoke volumes of the type of image he was trying to construct. It rested above a stylish, silver suit that looked perfectly fitted to his form, accentuating what musculature old age hadn't stolen from him. Brian recognized him as the announcer for that evening.

“Sorry, I hope I'm not interrupting anything." His voice carried with it an air of gravitas, something Brian had found himself rather enraptured with when he heard it. It spoke of years on stage as well as countless hours spent practicing to create a steady tempo. “Was I interrupting anything?" His expression changed to one of mirthful amusement at the sight of Vaun's disdainful glance his way.

“No, we were actually...getting ready to head out." Brian had felt a rush of ennui surge through him at that moment. The last thing he wanted to do was talk to any of the contest staff. “Thought I'd treat the dynamic duo over there to some dinner."

Part of him felt marginalized by their glances and their small, almost apologetic smiles directed his way. It spoke more than their words ever could

The creases on his face grew deeper when the corners of his mouth began to curl down. Brian had expected him to say something, but he seemed far more interested in glancing between the three of them. The silence in the room grew almost uncomfortable, so much so that Ava's ears had begun to twitch in an unsteady rhythm. They bobbed and dipped independent of the other, a clear sign of her agitation that had found its way into their earlier performance.

Brian was about ready to break the silence before the older man mercifully took away this burden.

“I think the three of you have a big future ahead of you."

The growl that had been building up in Vaun's throat faltered, becoming an almost rumbling squeak of curiosity. His attention had been peaked since the man entered the room, made even more apparent when he noticed what effect it was having on his sister.

Ava's legs had been tensed up for a while now, rendering the fox pokemon akin to a tightly wound spring. She had been prepared to leap back to her brother's side should he come any closer. That he had respected their space allowed her some comfort, but only just. To hear him say this paid dividends to get her full attention.

“Ummm," Brian began, “you...heard what the judges said, right?" He almost didn't want to point it out. He saw Ava and Vaun cringe out of the corner of his eye. There was one thing the judges had that no other onlooker was willing to give them.

A scathing, brutally honest review that had left the three of them floored.

There were no punches pulled. They didn't give them the benefit of the doubt since this was their first time on an actual stage. Every misstep had been pointed out to them, so much so that he almost felt it was nitpicking. Brian was surprised to find how many comments he had garnered about his own posture and positioning.

“I heard they didn't bother to mention the excellent chemistry between young," he pursed his lips, “Vaun. Vaun and...Ava! Sorry, you'll forgive me. I've announced so many pokemon over the years, sometimes it gets hard to keep them straight." He offered him a smile and gestured to them. “They have excellent stage presence together. You can definitely tell they're close."

"Well, of course, they're close..." Brian cleared his throat and coughed in amusement. “You, uh...realize they're twins, right?" The laugh that met him was enough to bring heat to his face.

“Well, you're not wrong. Now, young man...I may be old, but I'm not blind." He crossed his arms over his thin chest. It made him seem taller, a bit more commanding than his age had initially made him seem. “Those hacks up there, they couldn't recognize potential. I swear, they chase off so many future stars..."

By this point, Brian had managed to gather up the last of the accessories he had laid out. There wasn't much of it to begin with; it always felt like he was coming unprepared. Before he continued, he spared a glance at the two eevee.

Vaun had relinquished his position on the couch and was now sitting next to his little sister. It wasn't lost on Brian how he had positioned himself between her and the new arrival.

The little eevee wasn't very stocky for a male. He was more attitude than aptitude, especially when it came to throwing his weight around. Sometimes - and Brian always found it funny - he had people asking if they could pet both girls. Still, that didn't cut back on his rather chivalrous attempts to defend his sister.

His eyes would narrow when this new arrival started to make his way over to him. The eevee's hackles began to rise gradually with every step he took towards them until he finally cut him off with a flash of his little fangs. This had the intended effect and made him pause in place.

“Now, now. No need to worry. I'm not going to take her away from you." He glanced over them while clicking his tongue a few times. “Excellent coats, you must keep them well-groomed. Teeth look clean, claws seem trimmed...mind you, I can only determine so much from here."

Ava hid her face from him when his gaze shifted to her next. Her ears hung low over her face, much like they had during the scrutinizing of their onstage performance. If Vaun hadn't been there to help her maintain her composure, Brian was certain she would have raced off the stage.

“I would consider finding outfits that might compliment them. The makeup is...a tad overdone." He pulled away from the two of them and turned back to Brian. His movements were nonchalant, surprisingly elegant for a man of his age. It was a level of decorum Brian found himself unfamiliar with. “I wish the judges would have given you more useful feedback than they had."

“Well, what they said made a lot of sense," Brian said. It still felt bitter in his mouth to say this, even if part of him knew it to be true. He had always expected there to be some pushback on their journey no matter how they performed. Expecting it and actually getting it was proving to be two completely different beasts. “We, well...I should have done better."

The man fished one hand into his pocket before presenting a small square of laminated paper to him.

“That's part of improving. You'll always run into some pitfalls along the way," he held the card out to him expectantly, “just make sure you don't let it stop you. This might help."

The card was smooth in Brian's hand when he took it. His fingers ran along the edge, feeling the glossy sheen that coated it. It was a black border against a white background, simple designs coming together to create an elegant design. The motif was flowers, the only color being a single amethyst lily hanging over a name. It wasn't one he recognized from anywhere: a Miss Donna Moretti.

“An associate from when I was still performing on the scene," he explained, “that woman does amazing work. With how she spins cloth, you'd think her hands were blessed by Arceus herself." He chuckled. “If you decide this is something you want to pursue, give her a call. Tell her that Jerome Maldive sent you."

“Well, I...thank you?" He asked with a questioning glance thrown his way. In truth, he didn't know what to think of this. After such an abysmal showing, it wouldn't have surprised him if there was utter apathy thrown their way. “I don't know if I'd be able to afford something like that. We're kind of…"

Brian didn't want to admit they were scraping by. He didn't want to tell this stranger how difficult it was to make ends meet. Part of him felt Jerome knew of all the plights a beginning contestant faced.

“Give her a call, she'll work something out with you. She's a little eccentric, but the one thing she loves the most is seeing her outfits on the very best." He turned towards the mirror and nonchalantly straightened the flower in his lapel. “She'll set you up with something as well, I'm certain. Do make sure you don't disappoint her."

Ava and Vaun had been listening to their passing conversation with growing impatience. The promise of food had captivated them, leaving Ava to begin impatiently wiggling around. Vaun made sure Brian knew of this with a sharp yip. Jerome realized this and chuckled before reaching a hand out in the direction of their trainer.

“I'm sorry, clearly I've kept you waiting for far too long. It was a pleasure being able to meet the three of you. If you have any questions, I wrote my number on the back of that card."

He took Brian's hand in his own and gave it a firm shake. His work done, he tilted his head in the direction of Vaun and Ava. As quick as he had entered their dressing room he left, leaving the three of them behind.

Brian glanced at the card for a few moments longer before sighing. The prospect of a professional costume maker being available to him was equal parts exciting and nerve-wracking. It seemed like a major step forward. It meant throwing all that they had into this, continuing on a path that didn't guarantee success unless they had the talent to take it for themselves.

There was nothing they could do about it tonight, however, and the sudden press of a paw against his leg brought him out of his musing. Ava's curious face peeking out past her lowered ears was enough to make him smile. She let out a cheerful little yip when she noticed how his mood brightened, leading her to perk up.

“Alright, guys...let's go get dinner."

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The diner wasn't very crowded at this time at night. Brian leaned against the high back of the booth they were sitting in, his fingers drumming along the slick surface of the table. He was waiting, watching the two eevees across from him. They were playing some kind of game while they waited for their food, something he was certain only the two of them would find amusing.

They took turns swishing their large, bushy tails at each other, trying to catch the other's nose with the very tip of it. Vaun was the 'defender' at this point in the game and was balanced on his hind paws, his front ones dangling in the air in preparation. The normally reserved male allowed this side of himself to show only because they were tucked into the far corner of the room. It guaranteed no one would see them.

His little teeth flashed at his sister, a mock growl to taunt eliciting an excited yip from the female. Brian caught her glance at him out of the corner of her eye, and he simply smiled. He didn't have it in him at this point to chastise the vixen for being a little noisy. Any noise she made was inconsequential over the sound of cutlery clinking against plates.

It had been their choice to come here, not that he understood why. If nothing else, he worried his pokemon might be picking up on his own frugal style.

If he had the chance, he wanted to give them more than that. He had been lucky growing up. His parents were both career workers, even when they had separated when he was a teenager. They had wanted more for him than a life on the road hoping to one day hit it big in pokemon contests. He doubted either of them even knew why he wanted it so badly, and part of him felt like they didn't need that answer.

After his father moved out of the house, he had spent countless hours with his grandmother on his mother's side. She was a stern old woman, a thought that stemmed from a childhood of strict rules and expectations. His mother's job required her to travel frequently, and his father was normally out of the country.

It left him with no choice for a caretaker, not that his mother would accept any other option. There was only a little information he was able to glean from his parents, his father especially. She was raised in poverty and never forgot her tumultuous roots. It was why his mother was such a hard worker, as well as why she picked a husband that had the same ideals. That it wasn't quite contributory to a happy home life apparently hadn't seemed to register with her.

Brian fought often with the old woman. Looking back on it, he felt some semblance of shame for how he acted in those earlier days. It wasn't entirely his fault; teenage angst and uncertainty were difficult to handle even without his parent's separation.

There was one thing the two of them saw eye to eye on, however. He still remembered the day he got home from school and found his grandmother sitting in front of the tv, enraptured with the program. He had complained, as a teenager was wont to do, about missing his own shows.

Instead of a sharp rebuttal, she had surprised him with her response.

Come watch it with me.

It had been something he hadn't heard in a while, a genuine invitation from an authority figure to...be there. He found himself hesitating on the periphery of the room, debating whether it would make him seem less independent if he took her offer.

He was drawn out of his memories at the sound of a loud, chattering cry. At some point, the two foxes had switched up their game and now Vaun was playing the role of the aggressor. Apparently, he had gotten a bit too aggressive, because Ava now clutched his tail in her mouth. She was grinning at him past the tufts of fur, her own tail wagging in a taunting display of dominance over her brother.

Brian chuckled and rolled his eyes. These two could be a handful. He wished his parents had wanted to meet them when he made the offer.

He didn't remember where the contest on tv was being held, or what importance it was. What he remembered was how his combative relationship with his grandmother had stilled, if only for that moment.

It had been a delphox that was gracing the center stage. The fox pokemon had twirled a branch wreathed in flame, allowing spiraling circles to engulf her form and cascade around her. Her dress was untouched, her trainer confidently stepping between the surges with nary a moment of hesitation. Their hands met and he embraced her, pulling her close and leading her into a slow, meticulous waltz as fire rained down upon them.

Brian was hooked after that moment.

Later, he would come to realize it wasn't just the pleasure he got with having this time with her. He actually enjoyed it. He liked watching the fantastical displays trainers were able to think up and execute with their pokemon. He enjoyed the pageantry of it all, the way so much time and effort culminated in a grandiose showcase of companionship.

Dreams of one day being a trainer were nixed from that point on. It had always been a touchy subject in his house. Of course, his parents would disapprove of such a hit-or-miss lifestyle. When he broached the thought of becoming a contestant, he might as well have told them he wanted to be a janitor at a pokemon center for the rest of his life.

He glanced up when he heard the sound of footsteps approaching. He smiled at the waitress before chuckling apologetically when she glanced down at the rough-housing eevees.

“I uh, can't take them anywhere." Brian smiled, sheepish in his attempts to excuse their behavior. “Thank you."

Vaun yanked his tail from Ava's mouth as soon as he saw their food arriving. It left his sister spitting out a few loose strands of eevee fluff and caused her to grimace at the coarse feeling on her tongue. The young fox danced on his paws eagerly, almost going so far as to spin around in a circle. It culminated when he jumped up on his hind legs to balance his upper body on the edge of the table.

Ava joined her brother immediately afterward. They were already tearing into the copious amounts of sweet-berry juice sauteed poffins that rested on a bed of greens. Their table manners left a lot to be desired, but it was acceptable for such a run of the mill eatery.

Brian's fork scraped slowly along the bottom of his plate, joining the chorus of sounds filling the diner. He was more content to push his food around than to actually eat it. This had meant to be a treat for the two pokemon, not for himself. That he had detracted so greatly from their performance weighed heavily on his mind, no matter what Jerome had said to him.

He told himself that the man wouldn't have approached them unless he saw some kind of potential, but it wasn't something he could fathom at that moment. The twins would have chemistry no matter what kind of performance they put on. That night was just a hiccup in a long road, they just needed someone who knew what they were doing.

Unfortunately, a lot of that came down on him.

For all the grandiose displays his pokemon could put on, it fell to him to guide them properly. He owed them that much. If he ever wanted to get anywhere in this line of work, it fell to him to ensure he didn't allow this defeat the strength to dissuade him.

Two cold, wet noses pressed against his lower legs, almost in unison. He hadn't noticed the two of them had finished their meal in record time.

Ava had an almost eclectic choice of what she decided to eat from her plate. Some of the poffins were nibbled at, while others were completely emptied out, leaving the cooked shell hollow. He was happy she at least picked at her mixed greens.

Vaun hadn't even touched his vegetables, and by the looks of it, he had tried to pile it up on his sister's plate.

“Hey guys…" He set his fork aside and sighed. The two sets of eyes peering up at him were questioning, silently requesting he respond to them. “I hope you both enjoyed your dinner." The soft, simultaneous mewling yips satisfied his wondering. “That's good…heh, come on up here."

Ava had always been his good girl. His hands locked gently under her forelegs and lifted her into the air. Her hind legs kicked and wiggled futilely, her bushy tail lashing about. Her little muzzle fell open, displaying pearly white fangs before a playful whine sounded to voice her opposition to this. She only calmed when he set her on the booth and then reached for her brother.

Brian had assumed Vaun would do the same thing he always did. Play hard to get, dodge his grasp, and run off like a stubborn mudbray. He never took it as an insult, it was the way the eevee was. Aloof and too cool to be handled like a mere lap fox.

It turned out he still had ways of surprising him. Unlike his sister he didn't struggle when he began to lift him, instead, his eyes locked on Brian's own. They had softened from the normal gaze that provoked him with a defiant attitude.

There was no reason his pokemon wouldn't be able to realize their trainer was feeling so down. Their little, furry faces poked up at him, Ava's wide-eyed innocence tempered by a surprisingly understanding look from Vaun.

Now the male was starting to squirm and wiggle in his hold. Ava had shifted and moved to sit in his lap, resting like a contented skitty with her legs and paws splayed out. Her weight was constant pressure on his lap, making him grunt as soon as Vaun slipped free.

“C-Come on, guys…" Brian stammered when he joined his sister before he could stop him. Each rested on either thigh, perched precariously close to the center of his spread legs. They were adorable in their antics, that he couldn't deny. He didn't know if they understood how much it would hurt if they accidentally stepped on that sensitive area. “Can't you wait until we get back? Careful, Vaun...your cuteness is showing."

This wasn't the right thing to say, and Vaun immediately proved it to him. He growled at his trainer and turned in a flash, the base of his tail puffing up. Sometimes he wondered if Vaun had some canine ancestory in him, as he was always trying to display dominance unbefitting a little fox. Cuteness was always a trigger word for him, and he was about to apologize before his worries were suddenly confirmed.

He grimaced and grunted under his breath when his paw slipped in his haste, pressing between his legs and landed right in the center. Ava watched her brother with concern and tried to press herself against him to keep his balance. The two pokemon fighting and jostling for position made him more nervous than he had before.

If Vaun realized where his paw was planted, he didn't allow it to concern him too much. Instead, he had turned on his sister, nipping at her and puffing his furry mane up higher to seem intimidating. Even with the two siblings, there had always been flare-ups of sibling rivalry that Ava was all too happy to participate in.

“Okay, you two." He tried to speak firmly, chastising the two even as they traded little nips. “Knock it off."

The pressure on the front of his groin was growing as Vaun shifted, applying even more of his weight. It wasn't meant to be an amorous touch by any means, but that didn't stop him from being embarrassed by it. Brian didn't think it could get any worse.

Then Ava's paw came down.

Right next to her brother's, it didn't exert as much pressure but it certainly made him aware how close his pokemon were to touching him. If the thin material of his suit pants and his underwear weren't there, he would have been…

He swallowed and this time, he firmly snapped at both of them. “Vaun, Ava, that's enough!" The verbose cry of authority momentarily rendered a silence over the diner, making him realize he had spoken a bit louder than he intended to. It also left him with two shocked, wide-eyed faces glancing up at him.

“You...you can play when we get back." He whispered in haste. It suddenly felt uncomfortable being in the sparsely occupied diner. Those paws were still touching him, almost gingerly now that he had set the two of them off.

Vaun was the first to respond. He jumped off of his lap and growled at him, obviously angered his trainer had spoken to him in such a way. It left Ava sitting on his lap, the little eevee's large ears hanging down on either side of her head. They almost covered her face as her nose began to twitch, a sure sign of the impending water works that would leave the night a total wash.

Damage control would have to come fast.

He scooped Ava up in his arms immediately, planting soft kisses all over her forehead while he did so. Her ears perked only slightly, the fur tickling his chin when she pressed her face into his neck. “I'm sorry, I didn't mean to yell at you…"

The response was a weak, strained 'vee…' that tugged at his heartstrings. It never failed; sometimes he thought she knew baby-doll eyes with how often she was able to get her way.

“I'm sorry, Ava. I'm sorry, Vaun…" His face had warmed when he offered an outstretched arm to her brother. “That was just...k-kind of a sensitive place to be touching a person is all."

Arceus help him if he needed to explain the pidgeys and the beedrills to his own pokemon. He had assumed that was something that came naturally to their species. Surely, they would know that wasn't meant to be touched by naughty little vees.

Vaun tucked himself into his hand, but didn't come any closer than that. Still weary and peeved by the way he was glaring absolute daggers at the human. His fur puffed up in agitation, making his tail seem almost twice as large as it normally was. He knew better than to even consider offering a snide comment about it.

A thought entered his head right away when Ava's big, innocent eyes met his own. It was one he pushed away immediately after.

“How about…" he groaned inwardly at his own weakness, “how about...I buy you both ice cream on the way home?"

The change in both of them was instantaneous. Gone were the threats of tears that had been welling up in the corner of Ava's eyes, replaced immediately by a goofy smile and a broad grin. Vaun even offered his own part to the chorus of delight the two eevees were producing, and he chuckled as he gently set Ava down.

“Alright, you two...let me pay the bill. I swear, best behavior until we get there, or…" he paused, pursing his lips before winking at them both, “or...you're only getting bubblegum taffy flavor." The curled up noses and exaggerated disgust was enough to convince him this was the absolute last thing they wanted. It also convinced him they would remain - at least for the moment - on their best behavior.

Brian found his mind drifting back to the thought he had been having just moments ago. Now that he was free from the constricting booth and the two furry weights that demanded his full attention, he found himself focusing on it.

They were both mature pokemon. He had taken their measurements for clothing just a few weeks ago. It had afforded him a rather...intimate look at each pokemon's undercarriage. That was an absolute joy to go through for him. It had been all the worse when he was taking Vaun's waist measurements and his hand had brushed against the fuzzy sheath of the little male.

He had nipped at his hand, not enough to hurt but enough to let him know he didn't appreciate the unexpected touch. The look of redness rising to his face, coupled with his pissy attitude the rest of the day led him to believe it embarrassed him more than anything else. It didn't help he got fussy already at the thought of dressing up.

Ava, however. Ava made things difficult for him.

Always one to follow commands, she had stood completely still for him. It allowed him to take all of the measurements he needed for her outfit much faster than he had with Vaun. The thing about Ava was…

He swallowed at the thought of the little eevee so quick to bend over in front of him. There was no hesitation when he told her he needed to take the measurement of her waist, instead, she lifted her tail and essentially presented to him.

He could still see the delicate symmetry of her little, furry cleft. The way it seemed to blend in with the lighter, cream-colored fur that covered her groin. Unlike her brother's prominently displayed genitalia, nature afforded her a hint of modesty in keeping her private parts private.

She had looked back at him in such a sweet way when he touched her inner thighs. It was a look that took his breath away, one that seemed so out of place on the pokemon he had raised. He had been trying to be careful since accidentally touching Vaun's privates, this, however, made his concentration slip.

His hand had dipped, pressing into that furry cleft and grazing the soft, warmth that was tucked between them. For her part, Ava had seemed shocked at first, albeit rather curious about what had happened to her.

Brian had been embarrassed beyond belief after this. With a flustered expression and a heart poised to burst out of his chest, he excused himself with the finished measurements. One glance back into the room placed the two eevees close to each other, speaking in hushed whispering tones. Even if their trainer couldn't understand them, he was certain they were talking about the accidental touches.

The waitress handed him a takeout box after he paid for the food, but the last thing he wanted to think of was his leftovers. The knots twisted in his stomach since their loss had returned, made worse by the troublesome thoughts that just wouldn't go away. Her compliments on the twins registered after a momentary pause, and he smiled before thanking her. They always did seem to attract attention wherever they went.

When he glanced back at the table, he saw his pokemon watching him, each smiling in their own way. They cut a cute picture, one of innocence and naivety, but their actions begged the question.

How much of their touching was accidental, and how much was on purpose? Also, why had his heart started racing when they touched him?

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The walk back to the Pokemon Center was uneventful. A dour mood had seemed to have fallen over the three of them, one that stayed their tongues and lessened their resolve. The events of the day had started to catch up with Brian, and he noticed Ava and Vaun didn't insist on partaking in the little games they liked to play.

Their room was rather unremarkable in terms of decor. It was small and cramped, a bed tucked along the far wall had been laden with his backpack and their camping gear. The Pokemon Center's hostel policies insured a traveler always had a place to stay, even if it seemed smaller than a prison cell. A door cracked open on one wall led to a small, private bathroom that had a narrow shower stall, and that was the first thing Brian headed for.

“Come on, guys, let's get that make-up off of you…." There were no voiced opposition, not even from Ava who seemed as sick of the decorative paint on her face as her brother. Brian ran a cloth slowly under running water, allowing it to dampen while both eevees waited patiently on the small, shag rug.

“You know, I could always give you guys a bath…" It was meant as more of a joke. It came as a disappointment when neither of them so much as batted an eye at this. “Hmmm, well, maybe I will, then. Although I'm sure it would take me hours to clean the fur out of the drain...I still don't know why you shed like a furfrou, Ava."

This tease elicited a response from Vaun. His muzzle twitched almost imperceptibly, a faint glimmer of amusement fading away as soon as Brian lowered the rag to his face.

The make-up came off with quite a bit more effort than he would have thought. Both eevees had grown fussy by the time he was done, the cheap decorative product refusing to come off without quite a bit of elbow grease. He almost felt bad for how much he needed to scrub the blush off of their faces.

He received a few wayward scratches and even a frustrated nip from Vaun in the process. If nothing else, it would serve as a reminder not to buy the cheaper option the next time around.

With a loud sigh, he tossed the soiled rag into the sink and turned, allowing his back to press against the glass wall the enclosed the shower stall. The exhaustion had seeped in; he was tired, frustrated, and wanted to sleep. The cold nose that rubbed against his hand helped ease the tension in his shoulders, but only just.

“I'm...sorry, guys." He didn't want to look at them. He was certain he wouldn't have been able to hold the cracking of his voice if he did. “I thought we...I was ready. I thought I was ready to lead you guys."

Silence fell over him like a dark shadow while he ground his teeth together in impatience. To say the night had been a colossal disappointment was an understatement.

That nose came against his hand once more, harder this time. It was joined by a second one before he felt a furry head forcing itself into the palm of his hand. This finally drew his attention away from the ceiling, the unexpected sight of Vaun in his grasp drawing a faint chuckle out of him.

“Hey…" He whispered. “I think your sister might get jealous…." True to his warning, Ava pressed her own head against the male's shoulder, trying to push him away from Brian's caressing touch. He got the point very quickly and immediately began to alternating between rubbing both of their heads.

“You guys...want to keep trying, right?"

The simultaneous yipping from both eevees came with such force and assurance that he was almost at a loss for words. It shouldn't have come as a surprise. They wouldn't have followed along with his plans for this long if they didn't enjoy the thought of being contest champions.

Vaun seemed more annoyed with him than normal. His little fangs were bared and he barked commandingly at him, sounding more like a houndour than a vulpine. The thought had always come to his mind that the two had to have been mixed breeds of some kind. It never became more apparent than when their emotions were high.

“Yeah...I do too." He smiled and rubbed their heads once more before yawning and slowly getting to his feet. “Alright guys, I'm going to bed. You two try not to stay up too late. I know I don't have to offer to share the bed."

To even suggest they couldn't join him was foolhardy. He always woke up with two fuzzy weights pressing down on his abdomen or tucked between his legs. That was one thing he never hoped they outgrew. Their presence when he slept was incredibly relaxing, comfort against the encroaching fears of their own futures.

Two sets of eyes watched him as he got up and left the bathroom, the whispered comments from behind him arousing curiosity in him. He was always wishing he could understand the two of them, if for no other reason than to know how they truly felt about him. Their actions conveyed that point pretty clearly, at the very least.

He kicked off his shoes as soon as he stepped up to the bed without even bothering to see where they might have landed. The backpack soon joined his footwear, unceremoniously being tossed to the floor. He half expected to see two fluffy, brown tails darting towards him as soon as he sat on the edge of the bed.

Whether it was a blessing or a disappointment was something he would have to decide on later.

The constrictive suit came off next, and Brian realized nothing was more of a relief than being free of it. The under outfit was a plain white shirt, torn around the collar from an errant claw from Ava getting caught in it. He didn't bother with pajama bottoms, instead choosing to remain in a set of checkered red and blue boxer shorts.

Another glance at the bathroom door told him the two hadn't left the privacy of the enclosed room. It gave him a temporary pause when he began to lift the covers on the bed.

“Oh man, this bed is so big and empty...awful shame I don't have anyone to share it with."

A faint rustling from the enclosed room was the only response he got. With a role of his eyes and confidence they would join him in due time, he slipped beneath the covers. He supposed even pokemon needed time to themselves.

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Brian's dreams were disorderly and jarring. At times he found himself standing on the stage with an empty audience, not even his pokemon there to break the solace he was forced to endure. Other times he was back home, standing outside the front door with a dreadful feeling of despair radiating through him. In his dream, he knew the door was holding back something he didn't want to face.

The knob rattled as a heavy blow came down on the other side. It cracked the wood in the center, sending splinters of wood flying outwards. He steeled himself as the force came down again, widening the damage it had done initially.

Before he could see what was causing it, consciousness returned to him abruptly. It stole the breath from his lungs, left him sitting up in bed and gasping. A cold sweat had formed on his body, causing his shirt to stick uncomfortably to his back. The realization came slowly, starting when he saw the dull red glow from the Pokemon Center sign glinting outside the window over his bed.

He sighed, closing his eyes to try and chase away that ethereal terror that had been grasping his chest. Dreams like that seemed to become more and more commonplace since he had fallen into such a dull rut.

His hand drifted outwards around the bed, seeking a furry weight that would provide comfort. The bed was big enough to hold two people, but even with the added space, he could tell he was the only occupant.

Ava and Vaun were nowhere to be seen, and his bleary eyes traced the perimeter of the room. It was dark, casting the interior in a murky gloom that robbed him of perception. The only light that came in was from the window over his head and a small crack of light from the partially closed bathroom door.

Brian tossed the covers aside and swung his legs over the edge of the bed, still reeling from the grogginess. He expected the floor to give out under him, for something to tell him that he hadn't escaped the dream.

His lips smacked together softly, the dry sensation in his mouth making him feel like he had gotten caught in a sandstorm. The light coming from the crack in the bathroom door drew him in, and only when he was within a few steps of it could he hear it. A soft whisper, almost a whimper on the wind; immediately, he knew it had to be Ava.

That woke him up instantly. His shoulders tensed when his hand gripped the molded wooden door frame, the urge to yank open the door quelled when he heard another soft sound. His hand curled around the brass doorknob, a death grip that made his knuckles turn white.

Through the small open area between the door and the frame, the sight that unfolded before him took his breath away. That he was dreaming was the only logical explanation.

The only logical explanation for why Ava was laying on her back, legs bent outwards. Her bushy tail was twitching ever so slightly, fluffed up from agitation - or rather, exertion. For standing over her was Vaun, his front paws resting on either side of the vixen's waist. From his position, he couldn't deny that what he was seeing was true.

Vaun had his muzzle dipped between her legs, his nose grinding into the small divot of her femininity. His dark tongue dipped out, running along her pink vulva slowly. It pulled the fur back, left her defenseless to her twin brother's ministrations. There was no hesitation in his moves, no awkward slowness that would suggest this was their first time doing it.

Ava's tongue was hanging from her mouth, practically reaching down to her chest. Her eyes were locked on Vaun in an amorous display of affection. The shy eevee was trying to keep the noise down, as she would clamp her muzzle shut each time he reared back for another lick.

This left their trainer reeling. He pulled away from the door, heat arising to his face at the taboo scene that was unfolding before him. The soft, wet slurp of Vaun's tongue and Ava's strained groans followed him the couple of steps he took.

Brian couldn't fathom that his pokemon would ever be interested in doing something like this with each other. They were close, as twins commonly were. They played, roughhoused, fussed, and fought with each other every day.

Flashbacks to the occasional glance or an overly affectionate preen, maybe a hold that lasted a little too long or to intimate. It all hit him at once like a blow to his stomach. The worst part was that he hadn't known about it. The dry sensation in his mouth wasn't improved by the situation, nor the burning embarrassment that commanded him to give them their modesty.

It was a strong voice, one that cried at the indecency of the entire thing. One that demanded he rushes in there and breaks them up. He could see himself now. Grabbing Vaun by the scruff of his neck and pulling him away, leaving the little eevee dangling his paws in the air.

He stepped closer and rested his hand on the door. Those moans had started to get louder.

Brian was certain he would need to make sure they spent less time together. He would need to ensure their training regiment didn't allow them free time to pursue such sinful past times.

It took him a while to realize the sound of fast breathing - almost panicked in cadence - was coming from him. He leaned closer, pressing himself against the slit to allow himself the chance to once more catch sight of them.

They hadn't moved from their earlier position. If anything, Vaun had slid Ava across the shag rug in front of the sink. His tail had flagged tall and proud, the delicate curvature of his furry balls displayed fully to his trainer.

Brian took the doorknob in his hand once more, squeezing it till he thought he would rip it off. Like a man caught in a storm, clinging to any sanctuary possible, it kept him from pulling away. Because, in truth, he didn't want to pull away.

A strange thrill ran through him, like a lightning bolt of desire that radiated down his spine and through all four limbs. Watching the two of them was in some strange, unfathomable way incredibly exciting.

The way Vaun moved, his spine tensed as he had just pounced on his sister. Ava's back arched, presenting her entirety to her own flesh and blood. Both eevees had their claws extended. Ava's were grasping deep into the rug, clutching in an almost futile attempt to try and stop the force of Vaun's pushes from moving her forward.

It wasn't lost on Brian how much unbridled energy there was between the two of them. A physical sense of yearning that had to have been building up over the course of the day. It was with a shameful glance downwards that he realized the deviancy of the act was getting to him. He stared at the growing bulge in his boxer shorts with a mixture of revulsion and shame. Trying to understand why something like this of all things could ever excite him was unfathomable.

They were pokemon, after all. Doing what Arceus intended for them to do. He shouldn't sexualize them, he knew that much. But seeing them now, seeing Vaun's perfect hind end pointed in his direction, it was hard to stop his overactive mind from racing. If it weren't for the obvious male parts dangling between his legs, that ass would have looked perfect on any female.

The male was licking deeper, pushing his tongue between his sister's pink folds. It fluttered along, wiggling constantly in a seemingly uncontrollable pattern. By the sound of Ava's moans, Brian could tell that Vaun knew exactly what he was doing. The fox's pristine, pink slit never went more than a second without another firm, commanding lap of her brother's tongue

All their walking kept the vees fit and limber, leaving little to no fat on their bodies. Vaun never truly developed muscle, leaving his body shape rather similar in build to Ava's.

Ava was getting rowdier by the second. Her paws that had originally been dangling over her chest came down on the top of his head, pressing him further down. This elicited a growl from her brother. Still, Brian could see Vaun's hackles rising and his head diligently continuing its ministrations.

It was very obvious when the eevee came. She announced it with a sweet cry that echoed off the tiled bathroom walls. Her body trembled as if she were hit by a bolt of electricity while her fur stood on end. She didn't allow her brother the opportunity to pull away. Her paws were possessive on him, refusing to allow him a single inch of leeway.

Only when her orgasmic high had seemingly passed did she allow her paws to drop from the back of her head. The female was rendered passive, trying to recuperate from what Brian imagined must have been a massive drain on her.

She wasn't the only one struggling.

Keeping his resolve was seeming to become more difficult by the second. Brian watched as Vaun pulled his muzzle free from the crook of Ava's legs, the fur around his lips matted down and glistening. His tongue lashed out, slowly running along the periphery of his muzzle and cleaning away the sheen of feminine nectar.

Brian froze when Vaun turned his attention to the doorway. His heart caught in his throat and he quickly stepped back. The eevee's body language didn't suggest he knew he was there, whatever small comfort that proved to be. Part of him told him he shouldn't be worried about being caught peeping on his pokemon.

The other part was worried about Vaun catching him with a very obvious hard-on poking against the front of his boxer shorts.

How he could possibly explain something like that made him rush over to his bed, the sound of his footsteps absorbed by the carpeted floor. He had just managed to throw the blanket over himself when the beam of light extending from the cracked door grew larger. It extended when Vaun cautiously poked his head out.

It seemed the sight of his form under the covers was enough to convince him it was safe, as he immediately darted back out of sight.

Brian exhaled his held breath and rolled on to his back to look up at the ceiling. His mind was a chaotic mess, thoughts and feelings contradicting each other no matter how firmly he tried to take control. His pokemon, brother and sister, were involved with each other in ways he never would have imagined. It was clearly something he was going to have to talk to them both about, no matter how awkward it might be.

A yelp, so faint he might have imagined it, reached his ears. The morbid curiosity of just what had to be happening now invigorated him. Surely, there was nothing wrong with taking another quick peek. If nothing else, he wanted to make sure his pokemon weren't hurting each other. At least, that was what he told himself.

The obnoxious erection hadn't gone away, hadn't diminished in the slightest. This was, in truth, the thing that shamed him the most. That he could ever feel this way about anything other than a human set his face ablaze with shame. All those days spent watching contests seemed to be held in a new light to him.

Were there moments he had felt more focused on the beauty of the pokemon? The glamor of their outfits combined with exquisitely maintained fur? There had been an attraction to humans occasionally, he thought back, but they had never been the real objects of his fascination.

Another yelp, slightly muffled this time.

“Fucking hell…"

Brian knew he wasn't going to be able to stop himself. Every fiber of his being told him not to, but that just made it so much more appealing. That was what had made this lifestyle appealing, after all, the knowledge that he was going against what his parents had tried to force on him.

He found himself walking slowly back towards the doorway, the entrance to a realm of debaucherous activities he never could have imagined.

This time when he looked, Ava was still laying on her back, seemingly unmoved from the position she had been in after he ate her out. This time, however, Vaun was poised over the top of her, his hind legs spread and his back paws resting on either side of her head. Clamped in his teeth was his sister's bushy tail, the thick fur doing well to protect her from his sharp teeth.

Ava was looking upwards, eyes crossed and locked on the eevee male's dark, ebony shaft resting on the bridge of her muzzle. Brian hadn't seen it from his vantage place earlier since Vaun had been laying on his stomach. It seemed small, even though he had no basis for comparison to go off of. The tip came to a tapered point like a little spear, twitching right above Ava's nose.

Vaun tugged on her tail gently, growling at Ava and bucking his hips forward. He ground his shaft against her, demanding, not accepting any reluctance on his sister's part. This was a completely different creature than Brian was used to. There didn't seem to be much in the way of concern for his sister, especially when he began to lift Ava's tail, forcing the eevee to rest on her shoulders.

With her head tilting back, she let out a nervous, strained cry. Brian wondered if Vaun was going to far, but he was proven wrong when Ava's little, dark tongue darted out. It ran along her brother's tip slowly, leaving the ebony flesh glistening with saliva. She licked him again, swirling her tongue around the tip. Vaun's shoulders sagged momentarily at what Brian could only assume was a pleasurable experience.

While Ava licked at her brother's shaft, Brian finally gave in to his urges. One of his hands left the doorframe, hovering in mid-air for a moment before his fingers slowly pressed against the bulge in his boxers. He rubbed it slowly, his face burning from the scandalous knowledge of what he was doing.

She was given the opportunity to lick it a few more times before Vaun's impatience reached a critical point. One moment her mouth had fallen open, set to give another lashing of her tongue, and the next Vaun had thrust forward. He heard the little 'vee yip in shock when two inches of dark cock was forced in.

Vaun tilted his head back and groaned through the tuft of fur in his mouth. A shiver ran down his spine, radiating from his hackles and sending his tail to twitching. The rapturous delight was written all over his face, surprising Brian when he found himself almost jealous of the smaller male.

The wet sound of slurping accompanied the small push of his hips, allowing his shaft to press deeper in to her yawning mouth. She didn't look to be resisting, if anything, she was welcoming the opportunity to pay him back for his oral work.

Vaun's furry balls slapped against Ava's face rather quickly, every last inch of the dark fox cock buried in her accommodating mouth. The stress of the day seemed to roll off of Vaun, leaving him energetic in his actions. His maw twitched before grasping tightly around her tail and pulling it further upwards.

He had grown tired of the passive role, his hips bunching up with latent energy that threatened to burst forth. His hips began to pull back, giving Brian a look at Ava's mortified - yet intensely aroused face - before he thrust forward. The eevee's balls obscured his sister's features, enveloping her in a warm prison.

Now that he had a taste for his sister, he didn't stop. He moved like a machine, rocking his hips at a synchronous beat to her upwards tilt. She breathed heavily through her nose, snorting and slurping, all the while letting out cute, muffled sounds for him. There was no doubt in Brian's mind anymore. These lecherous foxes had to be doing this very often.

A curious object began to form, that canine characteristic that even vulpines possessed. The base of his shaft had begun to swell, growing large enough that Brian could see it. Every time he bottomed out in her mouth, it would smack against her lips, threatening in action. The audacity of the eevee claimed his actions, made him grit his teeth and growl for her.

For the first time that night, Ava began to fight back. Fight was an overstatement, in truth, all she did was whine louder than before. Her hips rocked and her ears folded up to tickle her brother's stomach. It had to have been a sign of her limits, something Vaun didn't notice until the tail tried to tug free of his mouth.

His hips jerked, losing the well-oiled motion that had defined his motions and stuttering to a halt. His thick knot rested so close to Ava's mouth that she was practically 'kissing' it. It had to have been intimidating having something so large in front of her eyes. Brian had always thought a female sucking cock must have had a lot to concentrate on to avoid losing their composure.

Vaun's tongue had fallen from the corner of his muzzle when he finally freed his sister's tail. He let out a deep, rumbling murr under his breath, giving a faint nod that served little more than to convince himself not to go too far. His tail had begun to flag again, leaving him presenting to the room and allowing Brian to see that puckered tail hole.

His breath caught in his throat at the sight of it, the tight entrance twitching each time his hips began to tuck back. Brian found himself rubbing the front of his boxers faster all while drinking in the sight.

Vaun's movements had grown more disorganized, his fur disheveled from the constant exertion. The knot hanging from his sheath had reached full size, almost half as large as a golfball would be.

As his breathing picked up, something strange began to happen to him. At first, Brian thought it was just a trick of the light, that his glossy fur was catching the sheen of it. This theory was shattered as his body began to glow with an inner light that increased in intensity with every thrust of his hips.

Ava had noticed it now, her eyes hanging wide open, leaving her gawking in disbelief at her brother. Her throat began to bulge slightly, but noticeably. Her front paws rose, pressing against the glowing form of her brother. With eyes crossed, Brian heard her first sound of discomfort.

Brian watched, awe-struck by the realization that Vaun was evolving. He grew larger than his sister in record time, still standing tall and proud over her. This extended to more than just his form, as Ava's discomfort was showcasing. A suddenly larger cock invaded her throat, forcing her to acclimate lest she gag on it.

The light dispersed in a sudden blink snuffed out by the extent of his transformation. Vaun stood tall and proud over her, dark fur glistening and yellow rings glowing. While Brian and Ava were shocked to see his abrupt transformation, Vaun had something much more pressing on his mind.

He snarled, voice more pronounced and flowing like smooth silk, surprisingly still lacking in masculinity. His long ears folded back and his red eyes closed, his ears flattening against his skull as he gave one more last, desperate push. The heavy, black-furred sac dangling between his legs started to pull taut before his release tore through him.

Even in the heat of the moment, he was mindful to clamp his teeth tightly shut, lest he announces his vocalization and draws attention to the two of them. His body went rigid, tremors passing through him and signaling each mouthful of potent seed he was shooting into his sister's mouth. The new dark type's pleasure steeled his actions, left him with little wherewithal until he felt a paw tapping desperately against his haunches.

He blinked, lazily glancing downwards before he eeped at the sight of his sister, her cheeks bulged out and the corners of her mouth overflowing with pearly seed. The realization hit him rather quickly and he started to pull back, drawing his dark, ebony shaft slowly out of her gaping maw. The tapered tip pulled free with a lewd pop, leaving a parting shot of a few strands that coated her face.

Ava coughed and gasped, semen falling from her mouth and landing in her chest fur as she tried to regain what composure he had taken from her. Her tail lashed around quickly, finally free of her brother's grasp. Brian was certain Ava would react negatively to what had happened, but she shocked him.

When she finally managed to catch her breath, she glanced at her brother and smiled, before letting out a bright, cheery 'vee!'. As soon as Vaun saw this, the tension released from his pent-up body and he sighed in relief, rolling his eyes at her soon after. His muzzle came down, brushing against her own before his tongue quickly darted out and gave her a small lick across her nose.

By this action, the tip of his tongue caught a bit of the semen he had blasted over her face. Initially, he recoiled at the taste, Brian noticed. The umbreon stepped away from his sister slightly, licking at his lips and tilting his head to the side. It was an inquisitive gesture, one that made Brian curious as to what he could possibly be thinking about.

Ava hadn't moved from her spot while she worked to move into a better position to look at him. She was chattering now, speaking to him in excited, hushed tones. Brian would have given anything to know what she was saying, especially when Vaun flushed and glanced at himself. He had to fight the urge to rush in and congratulate him on his evolution. It had been something they had done a lot of planning for, after all. There was a variety of possible combinations they could have gone with, but to see him like this, a picture of umbral excellence, he knew this was the right choice.

For a moment, his arousal was forgotten, rendered void by more pressing matters. The thought they might be finished for the night made him begin to turn away slightly. At this point, he was wide awake, and while the red lettering of the alarm clock listed it as almost five in the morning, he knew he wasn't getting back to sleep. He was too pent up, too excited to even consider falling asleep.

There was a movement from inside the bathroom. Vaun had begun to nudge against Ava's side with his nose, the more powerful pokemon learning the true extent of his strength when he practically rolled her across the floor. This left Ava squeaking, the vulpine scrambling on her paws.

Brian could see that Vaun's dark erection hadn't diminished in size whatsoever. The dark flesh seemed to glisten with Ava's saliva, a thick drop of cum still clinging to the tip of it. His paws cuffed at Ava's hips, urging and corralling her into a position on all fours. He was clearly enjoying this, growling playfully and tauntingly at her.

Ava would nip back at him, yipping and barking softly under her breath. The tip of her bushy tail twirled around, tapping against her brother's nose. It seemed a daring choice for her to tempt her brother like this, especially now in his new form. Ava was surprisingly agile, dodging out of Vaun's clumsy reach each time he tried to come down on her.

Playing hard to get had the effect she wanted, and she poked her tongue out at him in a cheeky taunt. Vaun clearly wasn't used to being so lanky; for all his new stature, he almost stumbled a few times. The effort to catch her was clearly getting him excited, leaving his cock throbbing, a menacing, dark length that stood straight and rigid under him.

Finally, Ava relented to his wishes. With a huff of satisfaction, she planted herself on all fours in the middle of his vision, her tail flicking high up. Brian was afforded a crystal clear shot of her furry slit, that delicate rear end that had looked so much like Vaun's had. He was only able to admire it for so long before Vaun came down on her back.

The dark fur of the umbreon almost blocked her from view, his larger size enabling him to completely cover her. His hips were twitching, his head dipping down so he could nip aggressively at the scruff of her neck.

Brian found himself gripping the door tightly, the wood creaking under his hold. That was the last straw, hearing Ava voice a sweet cry and seeing Vaun's hips hesitate left him desperate for relief. He was larger than Vaun was, even in his evolved form. His manhood was cut, the pinkish-purple tip fully visible. His boxers he allowed to fall around his ankles in an untidy heap.

It had been a few days since he last allowed himself the opportunity to get off. With two furry invaders normally taking up space in his bed, he didn't have as much privacy as he used to. Add in a mind that was constantly focusing on contests, and he didn't allow himself this carnal relief. Now, however, he grasped the base of his six-inch cock, a shiver running through him at the tantalizing touch.

While Vaun started to fuck his sister, Brian busied himself with stroking his own manhood. He imagined what it must have been like; he was still a virgin, after all. He couldn't deny Ava's tight cunny looked like one he would see on a human woman, but undeniably tighter and furrier. His eyes roamed over them, landing once more on Vaun's muscular ass.

He was clenched up, hind legs pressing hard on the floor. His front paws were wrapped under Ava's waist, tugging her rear end off the ground. The umbreon was the picture of satisfaction, his eyes almost glazed over already. His dark-furred ass was wiggling, his heavy balls pendulous and swinging forward at the same time as his thrusts.

Brian glanced slowly between the two of them, never lingering on one for long. He couldn't see Ava's face, but he could certainly hear her vocalizations.

Her caution was being thrown to the wind, the new experience of having such a large cock driving her over the edge of conscientiousness. What little strength she had left was quickly faltering. Vaun wasn't a very considerate lover, or he had just lost himself to his own lustful desires. He lay flat across her back, almost pushing her down.

Her front arms wobbled, seeking desperately to hold her up. It proved to be in vain when Vaun's thrusts were kicked up into overdrive. It was now that Brian realized his supposedly fast thrusts were still handicapped by his understanding of his new body. The umbreon adapted quickly, instincts guiding him to the perfect rate of movement and dexterous plunges that ensured every last inch was buried in Ava.

Vaun's knot had maintained its thickness, rubbing and grinding against the eevee's entrance. Brian found himself timing his strokes to match the beat Vaun set. His breath had started to quicken, the sense of forbidden pleasure enrapturing him.

At this point, Ava's moans had become constant and overpowering. She was inconsolable, unable to help but voice her lust. The eevee's hackles had begun to rise, her tail twitching despite being pinned to her back by Vaun's larger bulk.

Brian didn't still his quick stroking, not even when he realized something new was happening. Ava's vast cries of pleasure were growing passionately verbose, and with it came a glorious change. A faint glow that seemed to radiate from the very tips of her furry pelt. If he hadn't seen Vaun transform he wouldn't have known this was the start of Ava's own metamorphosis.

He had been so distracted he hadn't realized the sun was starting to peek in through the window, dawn arriving just as the light eclipsed her form.

Vaun realized it when the small shape under him began to grow. Even then, he didn't stop, if anything, he sped up. With a victorious snarl, he grasped at a long, triangular ear, biting down on it at the same time he began to push her down.

Ava's pink fur greatly contrasted with her brother's, a stark difference that Brian immediately found himself appreciating. Her natural beauty more than doubled, the pink gem set in her forehead glistening with strong, emotional energy. Her tail had managed to extricate itself from under Vaun's stomach, the two-pronged tip now twitching around.

Like Vaun, her voice had changed, sounding more mature and poignant. She tilted her head back and cried out at the same time Vaun bit into her scruff, leaving her completely at his mercy. The wet sounds of their incestual lovemaking had reached a crescendo, accompanied by their strained whimpers and moans.

Vaun's knot slapped madly against her cunny, demanding entry to the hot, wet depths that had tempted him for so long. Finally, he took one last firm grasp and with a victorious howl, Ava's cunny relented under the assault of his knot.

Ava joined him in euphoric howling, her head tilted back. Any qualms about her brother's rough treatment were instantly forgotten when an intense orgasm tore through her. It left her shuddering, her feminine juices splattering and coating her brother's balls with her sweet juices. The jewel in her forehead began to glow with a much more intense light that erupted outwards in a small cloud of energy.

By the way Vaun's hind legs were trembling and his maddened thrusts had slowed to out of step rocking, Brian realized he was coming. The dark, purple cloud of psychic energy swirled around him, a haze that he initially seemed surprised by. The latent power of his sister enshrouded him, making his tongue fall and his eyes glaze over.

Ava would yelp in surprise when the suddenly affectionate dark type yanked her up to him. He fell to his side, spooning with her and immediately beginning to lap at the back of her neck. The entire time he released happy, enigmatic whines for her.

Brian had slowed in his motions until the wave hit him next. Immediately, his mind was awash with intense emotion that had undeniably come from the new espeon. Not having a handle on her psychic powers and unable to properly control them, the only outlet had been to release them. It stilled his hand slightly before he started to madly stroke himself.

The need to get off was overpowering. He felt every surge of pleasure, the overwhelming happiness that Ava had felt through the entire thing. His mind demanded satisfaction, every synapse screaming at him to reach that glorious climax he had been working towards since he started watching them.

He groaned, not realizing the door was creaking open until the first tremor of orgasmic completion rushed through him. His manhood throbbed in his hand, burst after burst of seed firing through the air and finding a very unfortunate target.

Two targets, actually.

It was undeniably the strongest climax of his life and with that came a greater quantity than he had ever been able to produce. It arced through the air, splattering first over Ava's face before a matching shot landed on Vaun's curious face. The look of horror that came over Ava when she glanced at the door was enough to bring him back to reality.

He stood there in the doorway, hand wrapped around the base of his twitching cock, obviously flustered and winded by the ordeal. He couldn't hide from their gaze; it wouldn't have done him any good to feign any attempt at deflection.

Now that he had both eyes locked on him, he could see that Ava was horrified. She stood as stll as a statue, terrified as to what her trainer might have to say to chastise them. Brian was fumbling with his words, not sure what to say to calm or rationalize this. Vaun aided him in that instance.

Just as worried as his sister had been at first, the umbreon had been the one to realize just how much their trainer had enjoyed the show. His nose twitched like it had after he tasted his own semen on Ava's face. The goofy grin he had since being hit with Ava's energy hadn't faded away whatsoever. His dark, red eyes glanced at Brian before returning to his sister.

Slowly, he leaned forward and planted his tongue at the base of her cheek and dragging it to the top. It cleared a swathe of the pearlescent seed that coated her face, the espeon not in any state to clean it herself. She was rendered as still as a sawsbuck in the headlights of a truck.

“I...I think…" Brian found his voice, no matter how faint it was, “we should talk about this."

Vaun gave him an annoyed glance and rolled his eyes, much like how he had towards his sister earlier in the night. His melodious purring had increased in pitch, finally stirring some life into Ava.

Her long ears twitched and she whimpered faintly under her breath. Mortified by this discovery, she had no choice but to wait for Vaun's knot to go down. She wasn't even granted the serenity of looking away from him, as Vaun insisted on licking her clean.

“I'll, uh...the two of you can...take care of your thing. I'll be waiting for you…" He excused himself quickly from their view, only a cheerful cry from the umbreon letting him know he had been heard. His boxers he left laying in the doorway, his rapidly softening cock bringing with it strong exhaustion that sapped any strength he had left in his body.

Brian knew the status quo had definitely changed for their little team. No longer could he go back and see them as innocent eevees. At the same time, he knew they wouldn't be able to see him as a strict coach. He sighed and closed his eyes as soon as his head hit the pillow. Even with the light flowing into the room, he could think of nothing more than getting some rest.

Vaun and Ava always were going to be the death of him. Right now he didn't want to think of the moral quandaries and implications this whole thing had stirred up. He dreaded having to face them again, as he knew he wouldn't be able to see their faces without remembering how they looked like glazed with his semen.

Sleep rushed to overtake him, embracing him in dark nothingness bereft of any of the nightmares that had plagued him earlier. Before he lost sensation, he felt two weights finally joining him in bed, two comforting forms tentatively pressing against him.