Violet Enterprises: Blushing Braixen
Story by Xianyu on SoFurry
Keith travels to Kanto, where he gets into a 'heated' situation with a Braixen for a shoot.
File Name: Blushing Braixen
Owner: Xianyu
File Location: Someone's PC
File Type: Story:Adult:M/F:Braixen x Human
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Details: Blushing Braixen's Brilliantly Bawdy Behavior
Keith leaned on the railing, watching the little coastal town getting closer and closer. A cruise ship was already docked at the harbour, and the cruise ship that had Keith had been on for the last week was making steady speed towards a vacant spot.
After a week of being cooped up on the ship, he couldn't wait to get on dry land and stretch his legs properly, or even just feel solid ground under his feet again. It was definitely somewhat of a dejavu moment, considering how much he'd been on cruise ships recently. Aleda took the cruise the same way she took everything: with a lot of sleep, a dash of lazing, and a few large meals.
“Nine!" Aleda said from beside him, forepaws up on the railing so she too could watch the approaching city. “Nine nine!"
“Not in Johto yet," Keith sighed, resting his chin on cross forearms. “Gonna have to take a walk through to uhhh… some place. North. There's a bullet train that'll take us all the way through to Goldenrod, biggest town in Johto!"
“Nine!" Aleda yipped excitedly, all nine tails giving a little quiver.
Keith reached into his pocket, pulling out a travel brochure that had been in the drawer in his room, unfolding it to show the map of Kanto. “Says here we get off at Vermillion city, head up through 'route 6' to Saffron City. Then right through to Goldenrod!"
“Nine," Aleda responded noncommittally.
“It's not so far a walk," Keith responded, and then arched an eyebrow. “I mean, if you don't want to walk that far, I can always put you in-"
Aleda shot him a look of such venom that he closed his mouth and didn't finish the sentence.
The sun was still high in the sky when Keith and Aleda stepped off the magnet train and into the heart of Goldenrod City. Aleda was nursing one of her tails and scowling at everything and everyone as a random passer-by had trod on the end of said tail.
Keith's tablet beeped at Keith insistently, and he reached into his jacket to pull it out and put in his password. A small box at the top-right flashed at him, telling him to 'sync his location'. He pressed the button demanding his attention, a spinning logo came up, and the tablet beeped musically to inform him that it had updated. A stream of notifications rolled in; contract offers, Violet Enterprises subsidiaries, buildings, and organizations, as well as selection of 'electronic coupons' that would get him discounts at various places courtesy of Violet Enterprises.
Keith stared dumbly at the list of notifications, and then promptly closed the tablet entirely, slipping it back into his pocket. “So, anywhere you figured on going?" Keith asked, peering down at Aleda.
Aleda stared up at him for a long moment, holding her trodden-on tail in her mouth, before tilting her head slowly to the left and giving a muffled 'nine?'
“You know… places to visit? You wanted to come here, to Johto. There must be some places you want to see?" Keith asked.
Aleda tilted her head to the other side, and then gave a uncertain 'niiine', and the tiniest of nods.
Keith smiled, and pulled out the tablet again, opening it up and bringing up a map of Johto. “Well, where?"
Aleda released her tail, and then tentatively pointed with a tailtip down towards the south.
“Azalea? There's nothing but slowpokes and trees down there," Keith said dubiously.
Aleda nodded, giving a sheepish little 'niiine', shoulders slumping in defeat.
Keith frowned at the screen for a moment, and then shrugged. “Can't say I've been through a forest before, so that'll be something."
Aleda perked her ears forwards intently.
Arching an eyebrow, Keith motioned off towards the south, where a forest was visible amongst the trees. “We'll have to go through Ilex forest to get there, according to the map, at least."
“Nine!" Aleda said excitedly, all of her tails twitching.
“Not today though," Keith said with a shake of his head.
Aleda's ears drooped.
“First thing tomorrow, we'll set out. But we need a place to stay for tonight. I'd rather not try to struggle through Ilex forest in the middle of the night," Keith explained, tilting the tablet to peer at it and check the map again, tapping on Goldenrod to bring up the more detailed map. “We'll get a hotel for the night, see the sights, you can lounge around in the room if you want, but I wanna see some of Goldenrod before we leave."
“Nine," Aleda said, nodding guardedly.
After dropping off his things at the hotel room, Keith found himself lazily playing an old slot machine in one of the side streets of Goldenrod, watching people walk by and just drinking in the sights of the city. It was different to Lumiose. It was busier, and dirtier.
Lumiose had felt like some kind of museum. A setpiece. A perfectly-kept, perfectly-presented shining example of a city. Goldenrod was dirty, noisy, chaotic, and felt sincere. It felt like a place people lived for decades where Lumiose had felt like a place people worked like they were in a movie, careful about every action lest they break the illusion.
Keith liked it.
After checking his account and finding that his first two 'movies' had been paid for in full, he had more money than he actually knew what to do with. The shops were attractive, but the people were so much more interesting to him. And so he had gotten a handful of gaming tokens, got himself a drink, and sat watching the people pass by as he gambled. He wasn't even paying attention to how many tokens he had left on the wheels, he was more interested in the passers-by.
People, pokemon, vehicles. Goldenrod had it all.
One young girl he saw had had an arcanine. The big fiery pokemon was towering over her slight frame, walking along behind and to the side of her, red eyes constantly looking back and forth watching for anything that might threaten his charge. Another older man had been being literally carried down the street in the arms of his machamp, who had incredibly delicately placed him down in a chair at a cafe across the street and then awkwardly ordered a drink and food for his master with confusing hand-signals.
Rattata bunched up in the shadows of the alleyways, sometimes three or more at a time, waiting for breaks in the traffic and crowds to dart across the street or sniff around trash cans. Sometimes, people threw them food. Pidgeys and spearows watched hawkishly from the top of buildings, and performed lazy tricks for passer-bys who threw chips up to them. He even saw a growlithe sneaking around an alleyway, obviously a stray, giving his very best puppy-dog-eyes to anyone who saw him. Keith watched him long enough to know he was getting more food than he could possibly eat by himself before it all went bad and inedible. A few minutes later, however, he saw the same growlithe slink out of the alleyway side-by-side with a far-less-cuddly-looking houndoom, who was sheepishly holding his head down and trying to be invisible while the growlithe looked absolutely smug.
Keith had ordered himself a basket of wedges and was sampling the hot-sauce/cream combo when Aleda nudged him with a tail.
Keith gave her a glance, looking away from a trainer leading her quilava around with a cute little leash. Aleda was nursing a lemonade, holding it between her paws securely with a pink straw resting in front of her nose. Red eyes shifted, and he followed her look to the corner of the building. It was an open-front building, and a timid little black nose was peeking around the corner of the building, snuffling at the air.
Keith looked back at Aleda, and arched an eyebrow.
“Nine!" Aleda said, shuffling her cup slightly at him, insistent.
Keith reached over and plucked the cup from between her forepaws, and Aleda immediately slipped off the seat and bounded towards the edge of the building. “Nine! Nine!"
Keith watched halfheartedly as Aleda rounded the corner and yipped at the pokemon on the other side repeatedly. He could only see her hindquarters and long tails trailing around the corner, and kept one eye on them as he turned his attention back to the road. He was in the middle of watching a young male trainer and his hitmonlee, who was incredibly adept at slipping through the smallest spaces in the crowd, when Aleda turned back around and headed back towards him.
That small black nose appeared again, and then a dirty-looking vulpix sheepishly started to sneak towards Aleda, head held low and tails dragging across the floor.
“Ach, wild pokemon," the lady behind the counter said in annoyance, moving around and taking a broom to shoo the vulpix out of her establishment.
Keith moved to frown at her, but Aleda beat him to it, smoothly sliding between the lady and the vulpix, glowering up at her with an expression that dared her to try and shoo either of them.
“Excuse me, sir, your pokemon is being combative," the lady said uncertainly.
“Well, clearly she doesn't want you chasing off the vulpix," Keith said, frowning to himself as he slipped off his stool and onto one knee, beckoning the vulpix closer.
The little vulpix timidly stepped over closer. It was clearly a wild pokemon, as it was covered in dirt and patches of mess, with a twig in its headtuft.
“Don't encourage it!" the woman groaned. “They'll be lining up to bother customers!" she complained, trying to step past Aleda, while the ninetales doggedly sidestepped to keep herself between the owner and the vulpix.
“Is this a regular problem?" Keith asked, confused, even as he reached up to get a wedge and offer it to the vulpix.
The lady huffed, crossing her arms and resting on her broom. “Well yeah. Ever since that 'daycare' opened down the road, trainers have been hatching random pokemon en-mass and releasing them into the wild. Ilex forest is unrecognizable these days, there's scientists flying down from other countries to observe the intermixing of ecosystems because so many strange pokemon end up there. And if they don't end up in the forest, they end up in the city. Why do you think we have so many trainers here? It's a hotbed of rare wild pokemon but also a nuisance for business owners," she said emphatically.
The vulpix, meanwhile, had crept over closer and timidly nibbled on the wedge that was being held in Keith's outstretched hand.
“Look, it's harmless," Keith said, shuffling a little closer to the vulpix.
“It's dirty. If you want to feed wild pokemon, there's a park two blocks down where you can buy pokemon food from a vending machine to feed them. Stop feeding them in my establishment!"
Keith frowned a little bit, and then nodded. “Yeah, I guess so. Aleda, come."
Aleda looked back over her shoulder, glowering at him, but did as commanded, slinking back over to Keith, head held low and eyes narrowed dangerously.
Keith slapped the 'payout' button on the slot machine, causing a small rain of tokens to fill the reward slot, but just left them there and picked up the basket of wedges, stepping out of the mini-casino and onto the street. He picked a spot away from foot-traffic, and sat down against a wall with the basket of wedges in his lap, beckoning for the vulpix to come closer.
Cautiously, the little pokemon made its way closer, sitting next to him carefully and accepting the offer of another wedge. She held it on her mouth, eyes slowly sliding from Keith, to the little bowl of hot sauce, and then back to him again questioningly.
Keith nodded once. “Go ahead."
The vulpix happily dumped the wedge awkwardly into the bowl of hot sauce, fished it out with a paw, and held the steaming wedge in between its paws and began to nibble and chew on it quite happily. When it was finished, the vulpix even turned its paws over and licked them clean, actually purring.
Keith arched an eyebrow at Aleda, who was staring at the vulpix protectively. “Were you this adorable as a vulpix?"
Aleda snorted and refused to answer.
The little vulpix crawled right up into Keith's lap after that, and fished out another wedge with its muzzle, chewing quite happily on it, obviously hungry. Frowning, Keith reached up and tugged the twig out of the little tuft of hair on the vulpix's head, and a quick sideways glance at the little fox pokemon confirmed his suspicion that it was female.
“You been through the ringer, haven't you?" Keith said, brushing some of the dirt and leaves from the vulpix's coat.
She looked back over her shoulder at him, gave a muffled 'vul!', and returned to chewing busily on her wedge.
Keith smiled faintly and lightly rubbed her headtuft, before gently picking her up and setting her down beside him. He placed the basket of wedges and hot sauce in front of the little vulpix. “You can have the rest of these."
The vulpix looked up at him, head tilting to the side slightly, before she nodded and wiggled happily, tails fanning. “Vul!"
Keith looked back and forth between the vulpix and Aleda. “She's like a younger you."
Aleda gave him a glance, and her ears splayed back, black lips setting.
Keith brushed his hands off on his pants, and made a motion with his head. “C'mon, we should get back to the hotel. I'm guessing you'll want to start out early tomorrow."
Aleda stared at the vulpix for a long moment, watching her eat, and then sighed and nodded. “Nine."
Keith followed her gaze, and ruffled her headfur slightly. “She'll be fine. This place is basically wild-pokemon central."
“Niiine," Aleda said, a sigh heavy in her tone, as she started down the road.
Keith had picked a road-side hotel to stay at for the night. It didn't have a discount with Violet Enterprises, but it was cheap enough and he had enough money now that he wasn't overly concerned with the cost. It was right on the road to the south, towards the Ilex Forest, and he had a suspicion that it was mainly meant to cater to trainers and the like who were caught without a place to stay for the night while out hunting pokemon.
The bedsheets were coarse and slightly stiff, some kind of fire-retardant material, and there wasn't a shower or toilet in the rooms themselves. Instead, guests had to shower and use the toilets in the cubicles in a big brick building on the other side of the carpark space. A nightstand with a lamp and a small table and chair were the rooms only furnishings.
Aleda usually elected to sleep on the guest bed, but today, she slept on one side of the bed. Thankfully, it was a queen-size, though the mattress was harder than Keith was used to. The pillow was made of the same coarse material, and he was considering laying his shirt across it so it wouldn't scratch his face overly much when he slept.
A scratching noise came from the doorway, and Keith rolled over in bed to stare at the door, while Aleda leapt to her paws and stared at it, ears perked forwards intently.
A faint whining and that same scratching noise came again, as well as snuffling.
Keith frowned, and carefully rolled out of bed, reaching into his backpack to pull out a pokeball. He had no intention of catching a pokemon if one was scratching at his door, but just capturing it in the ball for a second or two would be enough for him to kick it outside into the street and close the door again.
He unlocked the door, and then threw it open, readying the pokeball. A small vulpix sat in the doorway, staring up at him with the biggest, cutest, saddest eyes he had ever seen. His arm went slack, and he lowered it, frowning. “Is that…?"
“Vul," she stated, and brushed past him, leaping up onto the bed, pushing her muzzle into Aleda's tails and nuzzling along them happily. “Pix!"
Aleda lifted a paw and lightly laid it on the vulpix's middle, and began to lick her little headtuft clean with vigorous lashes of her black tongue, all the while staring at Keith with a 'can we keep her?' expression.
Keith gave the ninetales a long stare, before closing the door behind himself, re-locking it, and moving back over the bed. The vulpix had, in the meantime, yawned cutely, curled up amongst Aleda's tails, and was in the process of falling asleep.
Keith gave Aleda a long stare, which she returned without reservation, ears perked forwards.
“Until the morning," Keith said bluntly. “She's a wild pokemon."
Aleda harrumphed, turning to look at the dozing vulpix, and then curled around to begin licking at her ears, grooming her. The little vulpix arched and stretched as she was disturbed, giving a little mewl and peeking up at Aleda with those bright black eyes, before closing them again and allowing herself to be groomed.
Keith rolled over with a groan, reaching for the beeping tablet on the dresser that was in charge mode. The alarm was going off. He fumbled the tablet and knocked it off the dresser and onto the hard floor, causing it to bounce heavily.
Swearing, Keith rolled out of bed to chase after the clamoring tablet, causing both the ninetales and the vulpix sleeping on top of his covers to make annoyed noises at him.
Thankfully, the tablet wasn't broken, and he managed to get the alarm off, before sitting down and yawning heavily, rubbing his eyes.
After waking up enough to think cogently, he crawled over to his backpack, slipped his tablet inside, and pulled out his towel and a change of clothes, as well as the small toiletries bag he'd put together. “I'm going for a shower. You coming?" he asked, peering at Aleda.
Aleda yawned and stretched slowly, black tongue curling in her mouth, before she snorted once and carefully uncurled, dropping off the bed and into a long, lazy arch. Immediately, the vulpix followed after her, standing at attention, still all mussed up and dirty, with her coat three different colours due to dirt and general grime.
Keith grimaced, and then shook his head, opening the door and pocketing the keys. “C'mon, then."
The showers were mercifully private. A row of them stood to one side, with an open top. The base was slanted towards the drain, made with some pebbly kind of cement, and was smooth while still providing just enough grip that it wasn't slippery. A bench sat just inside a little make-shift changing area, so he could keep his towel and clothes away from the water. Though, the moment Aleda entered the shower, she moved up to sit on the bench, taking up the entire space with all of her tails. The vulpix jumped up and curled up in her tails again, watching curiously.
Keith placed his towel and shower bag down on the floor, carefully stripped out of his clothes, and hopped in under the water, setting it to a comfortable temperature. He turned around, and sat down under the spray, stretching his legs out to massage his thighs and calves lightly. The muscles still occasionally ached from his 'work', but they were getting tougher. He was pleased to see he was even developing abs. Previously, his stomach had been flat, but now it was getting a little definition with the amount of 'work' he had done recently.
Looking up at Aleda, Keith leaned sideways, trying to catch sight of the vulpix. When he managed to find her, he waved a hand to catch her attention, beckoning her closer. “C'mon then. Come here. I'll clean you, at least. Hopefully you'll be able to find a nice trainer if you're all sparkling and clean."
“Vul?" she responded, cautiously rising to her paws and dropping down onto the floor, stepping over closer but pausing where the water couldn't hit her paws. “Pix!"
Keith frowned, and then reached up, turning the water as hot as possible for him to bear. Steam started to fill the shower, and he felt short of breath as the air started to burn his lungs, and he was quite certain his skin was turning a pinkish colour, but the vulpix finally decided the water was warm enough and stepped in under it.
Keith laid a hand over her little body, that was already the same temperature as the water, and pulled her closer to himself, picking up his washcloth and soap and beginning to scrub the fox from her head all the way down to her tails.
“Vuuul!" she protested, whining, ears splaying back and tails wiggling helplessly as Keith soaped her up from her headcurl to the base of her tails, letting the soap soak into her fur. And then he leaned back to let the water spray over her directly, which immediately caused the water draining down the hole in the middle of the shower to turn a murky brown.
“Euch," Keith wrinkled his nose, scrubbing the little vulpix firmly to get as much dirt out as possible, before starting in against with the soap.
“Vul…" she whined, huffing and pawing at him weakly.
Keith snorted slightly, laying the washcloth over her little body and beginning to scrub her vigorously from her ears, all the way down to her tails, right across her haunches and down each leg. “Now rinse," he said, leaning back to let the water spray over her again.
A low whine left the vulpix, but she arched and spread her tails slightly to let the water rinse across them, carrying out dirt and bits of twigs and leaves. Once he was convinced the soap had been rinsed from her fur, he started again from the top, rubbing her all the way across that sleek little vulpix body until she was entirely soaped up once more.
“Roll over," he said, making a motion with a hand.
The vulpix huffed at him, but did as asked, rolling onto her back and splaying out. Keight then went to work on her belly and the inside of her legs, tracing the white of her belly and spending extra time on it to make sure it looked perfect.
For all her complaints, the vulpix started to purr subconsciously, rumbling lazily and resting forepaws on his wrist as his hand worked up and down her belly and chest.
Keith made sure he reached every bit of her little body, before he rolled her over and picked her up to place her back on her paws. He arched an eyebrow at Aleda, wordlessly asking if she wanted to join.
Aleda gave him a disgusted look and turned up her nose.
Keith smirked, and then rubbed the little vulpix down one more time, brushing her fur all smooth and flat once more. “All clean. Now go drip dry over there for a little bit while I clean up myself."
The vulpix nodded, and then ambled to the little changing area, stretching out slowly as her body started to steam and the water began to evaporate.
Keith stared down at the vulpix as he dried his hair with his towel. He was in the process of folding it up to put it away when Aleda tugged it out of his grasp and neatly threw it behind herself. Her tails fanned out into a fluffy rack, and when the towel landed on it, it began to steam as all the water evaporated. After a few seconds, she allowed him to take back his now-dry towel.
“Well, that's handy," he said with a slight chuckle, folding the towel back up and picking up his shower bag. He cast another glance at the vulpix, and opened the door up, shivering slightly as cold air hit wet cement and caused a drop in temperature.
“Well, I guess this is 'goodbye'," he said, reaching down to ruffle the vulpix's headfur with a palm. “Keep your fur nice and clean, and I'm sure some trainer will have his eye on you in no time."
“Vul?" she asked, staring up at him.
“Nine," Aleda said uncertainly.
“Pix…" she added, ears lowering slowly as she turned around and sulked out of the doorway and towards the road.
Keith sighed faintly, and exchanged a glance with Aleda. “She had to go. She's a wild pokemon. I don't think she'd… uh... 'Fit in' with what I do for a living."
“Niiine…" Aleda agreed with a wistful stare at the door and the departing vulpix.
“I'll have to see if there are any pokemon that want a trainer, if you want some companionship," Keith said with a little nod.
Aleda gave him a long stare, and an ambivalent 'niiine'.
Keith had picked a cute little cafe for breakfast, and was feeding Aleda triangles of syrup-drenched waffles in between trying to plan out a route on the tablet's map system. Eventually, he managed to get it to plot out the route, confirmed it, and then watched bemusedly as a 'sync' icon came up.
A list of notifications came up, scrolling down the length of the screen, giving him a list of places to stay on his route, places of interest, and, most interesting to Keith: Potential contracts along his route.
Various things jumped out at him. A charmeleon in her den, a vaporeon in a secluded forest river, and lastly but definitely not leastly: A braixen 'maid' in a fancy manor.
Keith absentmindedly fed Aleda more of the waffle triangles while excited winguls looked down expectantly, hunting for crumbs. All the while, he was scrolling through the details of the contract. It was 'equal footing', no specific dominant or submissive traits to either party. The male was an aloof rich kid used to getting his own way, but frustrated at having nobody around to 'get with' since he lived on an estate. Even the maids weren't people, but pokemon.
And the braixen was a naughty, teasy female who tempts her trainer to screw her senseless.
Keith pondered over it for a long several moments. There were several locations for the shoot: One north of Goldenrod, one in Azalea, and one north-west of Ecruteak.
After some deliberation, Keith accepted the contract, his mind wandering back to the braixen on the cruise ship.
“C'mon, we should get going," Keith said, slipping the tablet back into his jacket and picking up his bag.
Aleda nodded, but picked up the plate with her mouth, carrying it over to the edge of the road to set it down. The winguls looked down carefully, watching intently as they left, before flocking to the leftovers.
Ilex Forest was just like Keith imagined it would be, but also had its fair share of surprises. The pokemon were diverse. From a scyther that Aleda chased off with a puff of flame, bugs like ledyba and spinarak, to rare pokemon like pikachu and turtwig. He knew the 'daycare' was the cause of a lot of different pokemon being dumped in the forest by well-intentioned trainers not wanting to leave a pokemon cooped up in a pokeball all its life, but seeing a rhyhorn facing off against an ursaring in a forest was still pretty wild.
Thankfully, the GPS in the tablet kept them on a tried-and-true path, and even though Aleda dragged him to various parts of the forest for some reason, they made rather good time. By the time night was falling, Keith was able to see the lights of Azalea town glowing faintly over the canopy of trees.
A small sign nailed to a tree read 'Hotel: 100 yards left', and Keith stared at it dubiously for a long moment, before jerking his head to the left. “Wanna stop there for tonight?"
Aleda looked up at the sign, and flicked her tails dismissively. “Nine."
“The hotel it is, then," Keith said, veering left off the main path and down what appeared to be an ancient trail through the trees. Bushes crowded the pathway, but they were trimmed back so they wouldn't overgrow it entirely, and the occasional treadstone was visible, mostly covered in dirt.
The bushes opened up slightly, and suspended lights lit up a clearing, with a trio of old shacks on one side, what appeared to be a souvenir shop on the other, an old two-story office-building of some kind, and a water-fountain in the middle of the clearing that looked positively ancient. The statue was unrecognizable, cracked, pitted, and worn by the constant passage of water. The spherical lanterns hung above the fountain cast a light that glimmered off the bottom of the well. Upon closer inspection, the water basin was filled with shiny copper coins. They were the type of coin stamped with oriental symbols and with a square hole in the centre.
Skirting around the fountain, Keith headed for the 'office' building, which was an old styled building with two floors. There was a counter at the front with a bell, some sacks with what appeared to be grain and rice in them, a small fireplace for boiling water, On the counter itself were stacks of coins of various heights with cards net to them showing their prices, bound with red silk ribbons right through the middle of them. They were meant to be thrown into the fountain as a sign of good luck or something similar.
Picking up the bell, Keith wiggled it, producing a clear ringing noise. There was movement upstairs, and a peculiar thudding.
As footsteps moved towards the stairs at the back of the shop, Keith picked up a brochure sitting on the counter. It detailed the shrine, how in ancient times it was a special place of offering to a time-travelling pokemon said to appear only in times of peace. With so many pilgrims, the hotel had been built and operated around the premise of giving thanks to the forest deity.
An old man wrapped in a thin cloak, with a gnarled walking stick came down the stairs at the back of the shop. He was dressed in grey, featureless robes, and his walking stick appeared to be something he had just picked up off the ground. A simple sash held his robes closed, and though he was thin, he didn't look malnourished or anything of the sort. When he looked up, Keith realised that he was also blind. Or at least very, very close to it.
“Uh hi, any chance of a room for the night?" Keith asked.
“I'd say there's a very good chance," the old man said with a wheezing chuckle, shuffling over closer to the counter. “It's a thousand pokedollars a night."
“Cheap," Keith said thoughtfully, pulling out his tablet and then pausing. “You uh… you do have a teller machine, right?"
“Machine?" the old man asked with a wheezing laugh. “Does it look like it?"
Keith swore. “I'll have to come back…"
“No money on you?" the old man asked.
Keith shook his head, and then realising that the old man might not even notice, he said out loud, “Nah, figured most places would have a teller. Sorry."
“Technology is a wondrous thing… until you rely on it" the old man quipped.
“Well, sorry for bothering you," Keith said, moving away from the counter.
A pair of keys were jangled at him. “Cabin three. I'm sure you'll come pay me back when you have the money."
Keith stared, glad that his embarrassed expression couldn't be seen by the old man. “Are… are you sure?"
“Quite sure," he said, jangling the keys again.
Keith shuffled forwards, sheepishly taking the keys. “Thank you, sir."
Aleda, watching silently from the sidelines, reached forwards to grab one of the stacks of coins on the counter.
“Aleda," Keith warned.
“She can take one. The smaller stack," the old man said, fixing the ninetales with a long stare, milky eyes seeming to look right through her.
Aleda's ears splayed back, but she took the smallest stack of coins with a bow of appreciation, giving a muffled 'Nine' from around her mouthful of metal.
“Thank you again," Keith said awkwardly.
“Mind that you pay your respects to the forest spirit," the old man said, waving a hand dismissively and shuffling back towards the stairs.
The cabin had a sturdy lock and a strong door, but wide open windows with simple netting over them to keep mosquitos out, and a back door with a very simple latch to keep it closed. Within were simple furnishings, a soft bed, a bath with no actual running water, and a table for meals. Otherwise though, it was very sparse.
Keith latched the door and put his backpack down, and was just about to sit on the bed when he heard a scratching at the door.
Carefully, Keith crept over to the door and opened it up a sliver, peeking out. A long sigh fell from his lips as he caught sight of a sliver of russet fur.
“Really?" Keith asked, opening the door up all the way.
Aleda perked her ears up, looking far more alert than usual as the little vulpix ambled in through the doorway with a cute little 'vul?' She was slightly dirty again, no doubt from having walked through the entirety of Ilex Forest.
“You are the worst," Keith said, shaking his head as he closed the door behind the vulpix, sighing and moving back over to the bed. “So…"
“Vul!" the vulpix responded, leaping up onto the bed and giving a lazy nuzzle against Aleda in passing before curling up happily amongst her tails.
Aleda gave Keith a condescending stare and began to groom the vulpix.
Keith sighed and shook his head again. “Yes, okay. We can keep her."
“Vul!" the vulpix responded with an eager wiggle, mostly hidden by tails.
“So… gotta give you a name," Keith said, staring at the vulpix. He slid onto his belly, resting his chin on cross hands. “How's… Anna?"
The vulpix poked out her tongue in distaste as Aleda groomed between her ears.
“Kaylee?"
The vulpix snorted.
“Hannah?"
The vulpix made a 'bleh' noise.
“Tammy?"
The vulpix paused at that, squinting at him for a long moment, before nodding emphatically. “Vul-vulpix!"
“Tammy it is then," Keith said with a smile, reaching out to pet her head gently.
Aleda gave a snort of annoyance, pushing his hand out of the way so she could continue grooming the vulpix.
“Guess I'll have to get you a pokeball, Tammy," Keith said, working the name over in his mouth.
“Vul!" Tammy responded, wrinkling her nose and squinting as Aleda washed her face with rapid licks of black tongue.
“Slow down!" Keith called after Aleda, who was fast-walking down the street of Ecruteak with a purpose. He reached out to grasp one of her tails to force her to slow down.
Everything was suddenly blue.
Keith heard a faint ringing in his ears, noticed a cloud making its way across the blue, and then realised belatedly he was somehow on his back.
The head of a ninetales and a vulpix appeared in his view, and they both stared at him.
Aleda snorted once, lifted her nose, and then continued to march down the street, while Tammy licked his face urgently to rouse him.
With a groan, Keith unsteadily pulled himself into a sitting position. The entire left side of his face was beginning to throb and ache.
“Don't touch the tails," Keith mumbled the reminder to himself as he slowly heaved himself up onto his feet and swayed slightly in place before setting off after Aleda again.
Aleda stopped in front of a large building, with a plaque on the front that said 'Kurt: Making traditional pokeballs for over twenty years!'
Keith stared at her, ears still ringing from her earlier blow. “How'd you even know this was here?"
“Nine!" she barked impatiently, motioning him towards the door with a significant stare.
Sighing, Keith pushed open the door, stepping into what appeared to be someone's repurposed home. A counter sat on the left with a pokeball brochure and a bell, as well as a stand with a custom golden pokeball on it.
Keith uncertainly stepped up to the counter, and rang the bell.
A shuffling noise heralded the arrival of an older man with grey hair
Aleda stepped towards him eagerly, her tails unfurling and a single yellow acorn rolling out onto the floor.
Keith stared. “When did you get that?"
Aleda gave a smug 'nine', and picked the acorn up in her mouth, offering it to the old man.
The old man gently removed the acorn from Aleda's delicate grasp, and inspected it closely. “Hmmm… yes, this will do nicely," he said, nodding. He moved behind the counter and produced some documents. He slid them across the counter towards Keith.
Keith picked them up, and scanned them idly, before his eyes bulged as he saw the price.
Aleda looked at him expectantly.
Keith frowned deeply, biting his bottom lip.
It was a lot of money.
With a resigned sigh, Keith picked up the provided pen and signed his name on the bottom. “You're lucky I accepted a contract before we came down here," he said, giving Aleda a frown.
Aleda snorted once and waved her tails at him dismissively.
Keith winced slightly as he heard a vase rocking and rounded to see Tammy sitting stock-still and trying her very best to appear innocent.
“Half is payable now, and the other half in seven days," the old man said, inspecting the paperwork before filing it away in a drawer behind the counter.
“I gotta visit the pokemart anyhow," Keith said with a sigh. He looked the old man up and down for a moment. “This is gonna seem weird since I just agreed to pay you a… a lot of money. But… what is it you do?"
“I make custom pokeballs," he said with a chuckle. He picked up the yellow acorn, inspecting it. “Clearly, your ninetales already knows it."
Keith cast Aleda a long stare. “You know, for someone that hates pokeballs so much, you sure went to a lot of trouble to get a good one."
“Nine," Aleda said smugly.
After swinging by the pokecentre, grabbing a pokeball for Tammy, and getting enough money out for the first half of Aleda's pokeball payment, it was almost evening. Keith's contract was set to take place in a manor outside of the city grounds, hidden amongst the trees. Filming was set to begin that night, so by the time the sun was dipping below the treeline, Keith was wandering up the long drive of an overgrown lawn towards what looked to be a rather old manor hidden amongst many old, large trees.
It was an impressive building, somewhat diminished by the fact that the roof was covered in old tree branches and the lawn hadn't been kept up to appearance standards for what seemed like a decade. All of its windows were unboarded and unbroken though, and an electric light shone welcomingly from several.
The drive was slightly angled upwards, and Keith was huffing by the time he got to the front door. He picked up the big brass knocker and thudded it against the backing board a few times, before listening intently for a response.
“Come in!" came a call from upstairs.
Keith tried the door handle, finding it unlocked, and pushed it open.
An old, abandoned manor greeted him. Two big curved staircases rose on either side, with statues of scyther in attack poses flanking each flight of stairs. The rest of the room, however, was completely bare. It seemed the manor's occupants had left and taken all of their furniture and decorations with them.
“Up here!" called a voice.
Keith looked up to see Romero standing on the balcony above, smoking a cigarette. Keith waved. “Fancy meeting you here."
Romero motioned for Keith to come upstairs, turning around and walking down a hallway.
Keith took the stairs two at a time, while Aleda and Tamy bounded up the stairs with a little more difficulty.
A room was set aside at the end of the hallway with a roaring fireplace and full furnishings. Jewel stood at the end of the hallway with her hands neatly clasped in front of her, staring at Keith with narrowed eyes. Next to her was a braixen, almost a foot shorter than the bunny, wearing a traditional maid outfit with flared edges and white lace trimmings on black fabric. The stick that was usually in her tail has been replaced with a feather duster for a the shoot.
She looked amazing.
“How do you get around so fast?" Keith moaned at Romero.
Romero took another puff from his cigarette and smirked. “Violet Enterprise proprietary flight tech."
“What?" Keith asked blankly.
“A charizard the company gave me to get from A to B faster," Romero explained with a grin. “I prefer the cruise ships and fancy airliners, but for pure speed, nothing beats a flying pokemon."
“No director?" Keith asked, peeking into the room. It was set out like a bedroom and lounge room combination, with a large four-poster bed and a sofa, with a coffee table, a stand for holding a wine bucket, a table with a paper and pad on it, and a general 'lived-in' feel.
“Nah, this is essentially a 'naughty'," Romero said, stepping over to his camera, checking the steadycam straps. It was a high-definition digital camera, not as good as a proper film one, but more than good enough for porn. “We just want you to-"
Keith held up a hand for Romero to stop. “Aleda, can you please Tammy outside or something for a couple hours?"
“Nine," Aleda responded with a nod, motioning for Tammy to follow her as she headed for the door.
“Vul?" Tammy asked, looking back and forth between Keith and Romero, before shrugging her little shoulders and bounding after Aleda.
Once the two foxes were gone, Keith turned back to Romero. “Continue?"
“Yeah, we just need you to fuck her, no real fancy stuff. Not much of a structure to the shoot, either. Just pretend to be a rich kid frustrated that there's no one around to, uh, take his frustrations out on. After that, it's up to you. Claire can seduce you, or you can get frustrated and decide to order her to screw you. You are her 'master' in this shoot, so to speak."
Keith looked at the door, to where Claire was peeking inside, and couldn't help but smile slightly. “Well, at least it won't be boring."
“Definitely not," Romero said, smirking himself. “I quite enjoy filming Claire. Hey, do me a favour, yeah?"
Keith arched an eyebrow.
“I want you to 'throat swab' her," Romero said quietly, grinning.
“Uhh?" Keith said uncertainly.
“Lay her on her back and fuck her face upside-down. We've got next to none of it in Violet Enterprises films and it's… well, it's kinda my fetish. I know she's experienced enough to take it," Romero said conspiratorially.
“Brai!" Claire said from the doorway, large ears perked at them. Obviously she could hear exactly what they were saying.
“You cool with that?" Keith asked, looking at her over his shoulder.
Claire nodded once, large ears bouncing.
“Cool, I'll do it," Keith said casually.
Romero smiled, stamping out his cigarette in an ashtray. “Perfect. I can't wait to get those shots. We've got a change of clothes for you in the next room. I was assured they were 'trendy'."
Keith arched an eyebrow, but stepped into the next room. A single table with a change of clothes waiting for him. A small back in one corner had cleaning products, towels, moist wipes and other handy things for 'clean up' after a porn shoot.
The clothes were fancy, but not overly expensive, at least to Keith's eye. A button-up shirt, with knee-high black pants with an excessive amount of buckles and pockets, with a silver chain hung from the front, hanging down across one thigh and attached to the other hip. A pair of shiny black dress shoes completed the outfit.
Keith picked up the pants, stared at them, and then shrugged and started to change.
Keith was reclining in a comfy chair with a crystal glass full of red liquid and a bottle of wine in a bucket of ice at his side. The fire was roaring, casting flickering shadows across the walls. The electric lights were on, as well as two stage-lights, so the cameras would pick up all of the 'action'.
A nose poked in through the doorway, followed by a head, topped with a cute little maid headpiece. “Brai?"
Keith looked up, and sipped his wine, giving her a stare. “What are you doing here?"
“Brai," Claire responded, pulling out her feather duster and holding it up in explanation.
“Very well," Keith said with a heavy sigh, picking his tablet up from in his lap and flicking through some pre-written text on the screen.
“Brai?" Claire asked, creeping closer, eyes fixed on the screen. “Braixen?"
Keith pursed his lips. “You wouldn't understand. You're a pokemon."
“Brai!" Claire challenged.
Keith gave her a long stare, and then shrugged. “Whatever, fine." He held up the tablet, shaking it slightly. “Not that you can read, but my date for tomorrow next week has bailed. Again. It's 'too far to travel', she says."
“Brai," Claire reasoned, pulling out her feather duster and beginning to brush off the mantle around the fireplace, standing on tiptoes, tail weaving back and forth in time with her motions.
“All the money in the world and nobody to spend it on," Keith grumbled, taking another swig of the 'wine' in his glass. “Guess that's not a problem for you, right? You just have to find a male pokemon, lift your tail, and away you go."
“Brai!" Claire protested, scowling at him over her shoulder as she continued to sweep across the mantle.
“Do not talk back to me," Keith growled.
“B-brai," Claire apologized, moving to the side of the fireplace, brushing dust off it, but deliberately letting her tail come up just the tiniest bit more.
Keith stared at her, his eyes narrowing slightly as he took another sip of his wine, watching her guardedly.
“Brai?" Claire asked, catching his stare, looking back over her shoulder.
Keith arched an eyebrow imperiously. “Continue."
“Brai…" Claire responded uncertainly, sweeping all the way down towards the base of the fireplace, leaning down far enough for her tail to lift even higher, revealing a shadowy cleft of braixen flesh.
Eyes narrowing further, Keith took another sip of his wine.
Claire looked back over her shoulder for just a moment, and then bent all the way over, dusting right at the base of the fireplace, exposing herself even more to him with her new position.
“You have to be doing that deliberately," Keith stated.
Claire looked back over her shoulder again, large ears perking upwards. “Brai?" she queried, lowering her tail to cover herself innocently.
Keith's eyes narrowed again, and he gave an impetuous snort. “No. Stop covering yourself with your tail," he ordered.
Claire blinked at him anxiously, cheeks flushing, before she hesitantly pushed her tail back upwards, giving him that shadowy view of her soft lips again, framed by her soft downy fur. Her crotch was covered entirely in black fur, and the outer lips of that tight little cunny were also that same black, but the inner flesh was a vibrant pink, barely visible as a crescent amongst the dark fur.
“Good girl," Keith purred, sipping his wine again. “Spread yourself for me."
“B-brai?!" she whimpered, large ears flattening and cheeks flaring with warmth.
Keith's eyes narrowed. “You know what I mean."
The braixen flushed deeply, cheeks visibly pinkening. With a trembling paw, she lifted the feather duster and clutched it between her teeth, leaning forwards until her chest touched the wall, reaching back with both paws to grasp her black rump, spreading herself for him, stretching that black open to reveal slick pink.
“Look at that, I can see you're wet already from here," Keith snorted, downing the rest of his fake wine and rising to his feet. “Are you that turned on by being ordered around?"
“B-brai!" she protested, shaking her head, her blush growing larger but her tail giving a tell-tale flick.
Keith's eyes narrowed. “Don't lie to me."
The braixen's bottom lip quivered, and her ears flattened once more, paws releasing her rump and causing him to lose his perfect view of that spread cunny. “B-brai…"
Snorting slightly, Keith made a motion towards the coffee table. “You're too short. Get on the table."
Claire stared up at him, blushing violently, before nodding and stepping carefully over to the table. Her feather-duster was transferred to her tail, before she stepped up onto the coffe table, putting her on a more equal footing with the human.
“Show me how wet you are," Keith ordered.
A soft shudder ran the length of the braixen's body, and she reached down to grasp the front of her skirt, pulling it up to reveal the drooling black lips beneath.
Keith smirked slightly. “Good. Very good. Now tell me that getting ordered around turns you on."
“B-brai…" she started to protest, but Keith held up a hand to silence her.
“Say it."
“B-braixen," she whimpered, blushing harder, ears perking and then flattening, tail giving that helpless little quiver.
“Say. It." Keith repeated, glowering at her.
“B-brai… brai-braixen…" she murmured, cheeks pinkening further and more of those slick liquids spilling from her exposed cunt, now starting to stain her inner thighs.
Keith looked the diminutive fox up and down for a long moment, a slow smirk spreading across his features. “Hmf… You know. You have to do whatever I say, right?"
Claire looked up at him, ears pinning back fully and eyes widening, giving a slow nod while her tail started to flick insistently.
Keith's eyes lit up with possibilities, and he gave a slow smile, eyes narrowing at her. “Ever had a cock in your mouth before?"
Claire nodded carefully.
Keith arched an eyebrow. “You naughty girl," he chided with a chuckle, stepping closer. With her on the coffee table, she'd have to stoop a little to reach his pants, even though her ears were high enough to tickle his chin if she leaned forwards. “Take it out."
“Brai?" she asked, staring up at him innocently.
Eyes narrowing further, Keith made a commanding motion with a hand. “Take it out. Don't play coy with me."
“B-brai…" she murmured, eyes lowering, cheeks flaring with warmth again as hesitant, deft paws found the front of his pants and started to undo the button, sliding the zipper down. The fox pokemon jerked backwards slightly in surprise as his stiffened cock bounced free, almost hitting her on the nose.
“I'm sure you know what to do," Keith said imperiously, staring down at her.
Claire didn't respond to that, but instead fixed her gaze on that stiff human cock, red eyes wide and just slightly embarrassed. She stared at his cock, watching it bob slightly in time with his heartbeat, before tentatively slipping forwards, muzzle opening uncertainly.
Keith adjust his stance, watching her with a stern stare, before closing his eyes and just enjoying the sensation of her small paw closing around his base. He felt the warm exhalation of a fire type's breath on his tip, before he was suddenly consumed by her mouth.
A gasp of surprise left him as Claire took him right to the base in a practised, eager motion, slipping his cock all the way into that sweet, hot muzzle until her nose bumped against his belly and that tight throat was squeezing around his tip. She immediately started to body, deep, eager motions of her head sliding him in and out of that wonderfully hot muzzle, tongue hugging against his underside and flicking against his tip at the end of each sublime motion.
“O-oh f-fuck…" Keith stammered, his knees weakening slightly and pleasure exploding in his body. “Such an eager s-slutfox!" he growled, a hand grasping her head as his hips gave a few involuntary humps into that heavenly muzzle.
Claire showed no intention of slowing down, and worked him with the eager fervour of a girl dying of thirst, suckling wetly around him and feathering his tip with urgent lashes of that surprisingly soft, dextrous tongue.
With a helpless grunt, Keith grasped her ears in one hand and pulled her bodily off his cock, trying to disguise the fact that he had been about to cum. His twitching cock betrayed how close he was. Claire stared up at him, giving him her most innocent smile, chest heaving slightly as she licked her lips lasciviously. “Brai?"
Keith's eyes narrowed, and he took note that her free hand was buried between her thighs, and droplets of her burning moisture were visible on the polished surface of the table beneath her.
“You naught fucking fox," he growled, pushing on her chest firmly with a hand, forcing her over onto her back. “Lay down."
Claire did as ordered, spreading herself carefully out on her back on the coffee table, one paw holding on to the edge for balance, while the paw she had been masturbating with was now covering her sweet little cunny, denying him the view.
Keith walked around the table slowly, putting a bit of emphasis on each step. “Naught little fucking fox," he repeated, staring her down. “I know just what to do with naughty foxes."
“Brai?" Claire asked, blushing again, her other paw going between her thighs to cover herself entirely.
Keith stopped at the other end of the polished table, and then reached down and grasped her shoulders, pulling her to the very end of the table without mercy until her neck was at the end of it. She was now staring up at him upside-down, her legs spreading slightly for balance while paws automatically found his hips.
“B-brai!" she protested at this odd choice of position, but Keith just stared down at her, unmoved by her protests. He dropped to his knees, shuffling closer to her and pushing his pants down until they were around his knees. And then he grasped her muzzle and pulled it until her nose was facing him. As he rose up on his knees, his cock bumped against her nose, and she blinked once, eyes widening slightly and drooping, upside-down ears twitching slightly in surprise.
Keith found himself kneeling with a soft braixen tongue beginning to feather his tip, and the tableau of a dressed-up fox to toy with. Her little body stretched out away from him across the coffee table, knees bent and lifted slightly for balance. He felt her take the first inch of his cock inside that sweet little muzzle, and immediately thrust forwards. Her muzzle and throat, in her new supine position, formed a straight line, which let him bury his cock in her mouth to the very, very base, balls bumping against her nose as his tip made a visible bulge in her extended, exposed throat.
Hands slipping forwards to grasp her hips for his own balance, Keith started to hump. His hips drew back, and then shoved forwards, rocking into that tight, heated tunnel of swallowing throat, hearing breathy little protests rising from her, being muffled against the cock stuffing her muzzle.
One of Clair's paws slipped down, sneaking towards her drooling cunt, but Keith caught her wrist with his hand and pinned it against her chest. His other hand reached down, cupping that surprisingly warm cunny while his middle finger arched to push up against the black furred flesh and then rubbed along the softer, hotter pink flesh between. Even as he did this, he continued to hump into that upside-down muzzle, throat-swabbing the braixen with eager, firm motions of his hips.
“Naughty fucking fox!" he panted against her, leaning over far enough to kiss her clit. She was so short that even at full extension of her body, he could reach everything.
With a wicked smirk, Keith swirled his tongue deep against that spicy cunt, before pulling back and reaching around her body, coming up with her own feather duster. The rounded end of it was smooth, with a slight ridge on the upward curve, and of a sturdy, single-piece wood construction with such a fine finish that it felt like marble. It was perfect.
Claire muffled a sound around the cock burying repeatedly in her muzzle as she felt the smooth end of the feather duster sinking into her, grinding past her resistance to spread her.
Keith released the grasp on Claire's wrist, instead opting to hold one of her thighs for balance, starting to firmly hump into that tight muzzle over and over again, even as he worked the smooth, slick base of the feather duster in and out of those black lips, working it in rhythm with his humping.
A muffled 'brai' came from around his cock as the braixen arched and quivered, the muscles of her stomach working wildly and insides clenching around the feather duster, slick liquids spilling across her inner thighs and making a mess of the duster itself.
“Naughty fucking fox," Keith repeated, smirking down at her, pulling the messy feather duster from her quivering cunt and placing it aside. “I'm gonna fuck your face now."
Claire's eyes widened, and she whimpered faintly, paws scrabbling at his hips just slightly as Keith changed his stance and leaned over her further, starting to fuck her muzzle with a purpose.
Powerful motions of his hips ground deep inside that tight muzzle and throat over and over again, and the bulge of his cock was quite visible in the outline of her throat, moving back and forth, humping eagerly into that tight channel of swallowing, squeezing flesh.
In mere moments, Claire's paws had flown back between her thighs, and she was masturbating with both paws as he fucked her face, muffling whines and helplessly panting whimpers around his thrusting cock, saliva dripping from the tip of her nose and the bridge of her muzzle as her large ears twitched and jerked, tail spasming against the table, betraying her excitement.
Keith couldn't hold back any more, especially not with the braixen fingering herself right in front of him, and he arched up, grasping her muzzle in a palm and going balls-deep inside the suckling swallowing entrance as his cock started to jerk.
He fancied he could almost see his cock jumping in her throat, pulsing wildly as he unloaded, sudden warm gushes of human spunk barreling right down her throat. She gagged on it at first, and then started to swallow urgently, even as gushes of his mess backwashed over his embedded cock and drooled from the sides of her muzzle, dripping over her cheeks and up towards her ears.
Keith drew back with a gasp, overcome by the sensations, and splashed the last of his spurts of her ears and her chin, before collapsing down onto his knees, panting heavily.
Claire groaned, petering off into a gurgling noise and an audible swallow as she sat up heavily. She gasped heavily, eyed closed and chest heaving, trying to catch her breath even as she picked up the messy feather-duster he had used on her moments before and crammed it back inside her. She leaned back against the coffee table, one paw shoving the makeshift toy in and out of that quivering cunny as her fingers rapidly manipulated her little clit, until she was yipping and jerking in climax.
Keith's arms wrapped around her from behind, and one of his hands slipped down to push her paw out of the way and spread that tight little cunny with his fingertips, peeking down her form with a sly smirk. “Look how fucking wet you are."
The braixen whined faintly, paw slowing and cheeks flushing with a warmth so powerful Keith could feel it against his own cheeks. “B-brai…" She drew the feather duster out of herself, making to close her thighs.
Keith twisted his hand, forcing her thighs to stay spread, and then sank a digit inside her, beginning to slowly grind it in and out. “If you want me to fuck you then you're going to keep your legs spread."
“B-b-brai…" she whimpered, shaking her head urgently, though her depths squeezed around his digits and her tail gave that telltale little flick again.
“I know your 'tell'," Keith murmured in one of her large ears. “You keep trying to say no, but you suck cock pretty good for someone who doesn't want it~"
“B-brai!" she protested, pinks still flushed dark pink.
Keith smirked, and made a motion towards the bed. “Well if you want to get fucked, get over there. If not, leave," he said simply.
Claire looked up at him, whining faintly, hesitantly pulling herself from his grasp. She stared at him over her shoulder as she took her feather duster back, and made to move towards the exit, before she suddenly pivoted and stumbled over towards the bed with a nervous little “braaai…"
Keith held up his hands in a 'cut' sign, and Romero pulled his camera away, snapping the side of it shut. “Perfect! I got some amazing shots! Jewel! Help the man, if you would!"
Keith pulled himself over to the chair and sat down in it, picking up the wine bottle and taking a hearty swig. It was filled with water, but to a camera, it looked like any other wine bottle. After gasping a little to catch his breath, he found a lopunny kneeling between his thighs, staring up at him with narrowed, intent eyes.
“Uh, hi, Jewel," Keith said with a nervous little laugh. “Not uh… still holding a grudge about last time, are you?"
Jewel fixed him with a long stare, and then winked at him flirtatiously and blew him a kiss with a little more anger than necessary. Her soft paws found his messy cock, and stood it upright, while she leaned down to pepper it with little kisses.
Keith bit his tongue slightly as he felt his 'refractory period' melt away and his cock start hardening again. It was a strange, almost uncomfortable experience, entirely alien and different to normal after-sex procedure.
Jewel was completely uninterested in how weird it felt for Keith, and was far more intent on cleaning his cock, holding him daintily between her soft, delicate paws, and slowly swirling that velvety pink tongue against his base, all the way towards his tip, cleaning up the mess of spunk and saliva there without care for which she was cleaning. Once his cock was nice and pristine, she slowly rose up to his tip, pausing there with a sigh of delight to give a chaste kiss against it. Immediately, her kiss deepened, and her lips slipped half an inch or so over him, so she could give the most gentle of suckles and a lazy arch of her tongue across his tip like a lick of flame.
Keith found himself shifting in his seat, one of his hands automatically going between the bunny's ears. She was good at what she did. And he had forgotten just how good.
A stifled groan and arch of his hips was forced from him as Jewel sank down another half an inch, consuming the head of his cock so her lithe tongue could give a slow swirl and grind across his most sensitive areas. With his refractory period gone, his sensitivity was heightened, but there was no 'pain' behind it to make him stop. With the incredibly intense sensations, he wasn't even sure when he was going to cum again.
Jewel upped the ante by sinking further over him, tongue cupping the underside of his cock, while the soft flesh inside her muzzle squeezed down around his throbbing tip, until his cock bumped against the back of her throat.
Keith gave a strangled gasp as Jewel went into overdrive without warning, beginning to bob hard and fast on his cock, soft-but-powerful paws holding his hips as she crammed her little muzzle full of his cock over and over again, grinding her nose into his stomach at the end of each fervent bob.
As his cock started to throb in warning, she changed tactics, pulling back until his tip was resting just barely inside that incredibly muzzle, while one paw wrapped around his base and her other found his balls.
The perfect amount of squeeze and fondle was applied to his balls, while her paw started to swiftly stroke his cock into her suckling mouth, even as her tongue feathered his tip. After a few moments, she pressed down to squeeze his base, giving his balls a more firm squeeze with her soft paw while she bobbed urgently on him, only to pull back and flick his tip with her tongue while jerking him off with a wild, eager purpose.
Keith could see starbursts behind closed eyes, a peculiar rushing filling his ears as he felt a powerful orgasm rising in his loins. His legs went weak, and when he opened his eyes, he could barely even see. Somehow, he found Jewel's ears, and managed to tug her back off his throbbing, jerking cock.
The rabbit growled, stroking him off harder, licking towards his tip with an intent motion.
Keith lifted a foot to place on her belly, pushing her away from him entirely, sending the bunny pokemon sprawling on her butt in front of him. She stared up at him mutinously, absolutely furious with him.
Groaning faintly, Keith leaned over the arm of the chair, trying to catch his breath, while Jewel proceeded to sounding tell him off with wild, emotive cries of “Punny! Lopunny!"
Keith lifted a hand, waving Romero closer. “H-hey Romero, bring that camera over," he managed to pant.
Romero arched an eyebrow, but did as asked, flipping the viewfinder open and turning the recording on.
Keith turned his gaze back to Jewel, and then rose on slightly shaky legs, stretching languidly for a moment, before grasping a hand around his stiff, throbbing cock, and beginning to swiftly jerk it.
Jewel looked back and forth between the camera trainer on her and Keith's cock as he masturbated right in front of her, and her demeanor changed instantly. In a flash, she was on her knees in front of him, head upturned and muzzle opened wide to accept her 'gift'.
Keith grunted slightly at the display, laying the tip of his cock against her tongue and then releasing it entirely. Immediately, the lopunny had her paws around him, and with a giant grin on her muzzle, she swiftly started to stroke him off with both paws, aiming him right into her eager mouth.
After a few moments of this treatment, Keith was right back on the cusp of orgasm, and then pushed over it again, his back arching and legs stiffening as pushed his hips towards the wide-open, accepting muzzle seeking his spunk.
The first gush of his spunk was so powerful it splashed over the roof of Jewel's mouth, coating it in a thick film of gooey white that started to dribble down across the back of her throat. Another followed it, and another, and then Jewel lost her patience, quickly closing her lips over the tip of his cock. Her soft tongue feathered his tip with cajoling licks and her muzzle delivered urgent, nursing suckles to coax out as much of his gooey mess as possible.
Keith gripped between her ears a little harder with his palm, groaning as he pumped that short muzzle full of cum. “D-don't swallow."
Jewel's ears perked slightly at that, and she continued to suckle and feather his tip with gradually slowing motions, no doubt obstructed by the mass of his cum she was holding in her little muzzle.
After thirty seconds or so, Keith was entirely spent, and he staggered backwards a few steps, letting his softening cock slip out of her muzzle. Her lips closed immediately, but some of his mess sloshed free, dripping down her lips and chin.
“Now open up nice and wide for the camera and swallow," Keith murmured breathlessly.
Jewel looked at him, and then at the camera, blushing faintly before opening up nice and wide for them both. A messy deposit of his cum drooled and dripped in sticky rivulets across the roof of her mouth and her teeth, pooling thickly at the back of her throat. With her mouth still open, she started to swallow, letting both Keith and the camera watch that gooey load of human spunk being swallowed down into the lopunny's stomach. With a blush and an embarrassed grin, Jewel closed her mouth and swallowed once last time, before opening up against to show them both her now-clean muzzle.
“Good girl," Keith mumbled, leaning against the wall heavily.
The lopunny closed her mouth again, and gave a long, content sigh, licking her lips free of some mess that had spilled. Once she had caught her breath, she slid over to Keith again, staring up at him coquettishly.
Keith locked eyes with her for a moment, giving the faintest of groans. Even though his refractory period had been skipped, he still felt like he'd run half a marathon.
Jewel smiled up at him, taking hold of his cock and giving it a little squeeze, before winking at him and blowing a kiss.
A faint groan left the tired human as he felt himself hardening again, and Jewel leaned forwards to delicately lick him clean of anything she had missed, tongue smoothly caressing over his head and coaxing him back to full hardness.
When his hands came up to rest between her ears again, she released him, giving his tip a parting kiss and then smirking. “Pun!" she declared.
Romero handed him the water-filled wine bottle, and Keith drained it in several long gulps.
Romero took the wine bottle from him once it was empty, and returned it to the ice bucket. “Welp, whenever you're ready."
Keith gave a tired sound, but turned his attention back to the bed, where Claire was sitting, watching him coquettishly, legs crossed as she played with her feather duster.
Eyes narrowingly, Keith kicked off his pants, and stepped over towards the bed, pushing the fox over onto her back with a firm nudge of palm against her chest. She ended up sprawled out on the bed on her back, staring at him over the curve of her own chest.
“Naughty fox," Keith said with a wicked grin. “Gave you a chance to leave and you're still here."
“B-brai," she responded, stammering, cheeks flushing deeply, her eyes widening as one of his hands found her inner thigh and lifted her knee upwards, spreading her.
Keith kneeled at the edge of the bed, spreading the braixen's thighs with his palms, revealing those black, messy outer lips again. With a smirk, he leaned forwards, giving her a little kiss and a nuzzle, and then splaying his tongue directly against that heated entrance.
Just like Aleda, there was a certain hint of spice to her liquids. Keith was beginning to think that it was something related to fire types in general. His tongue started to burn slightly, like he had just eaten something hot, but he ignored it in favour of grinding his tongue in between those slick outer lips, working against softer pink inner flesh.
Claire arched against the bed, her legs bending and thighs nudging his cheeks, the braixen blushing furiously and clutching her feather duster to her chest as she stared at the head between her thighs.
Fingers lifted, and Keith used used them to spread the braixen's outer lips, revealing more of that hot-pink inside so he could grind his tongue directly against the exposed inner flesh, making the fox arch and yip in surprise and delight. A little kiss to her clit had her almost kick him in the face, and he smirked again, holding her thighs spread with his free palm. “Such an eager little fox!" he chided.
“Brai!" Claire protested, cheeks visibly darkened.
Smirking, Keith rose up her form, until he could grasp her thighs and pull her rump towards the edge of the bed, conveniently leaving her with eager inches of human cock resting right against that heated cunny, tip throbbing in the air above her belly.
Claire stared down at his throbbing erection, clutching her feather duster even tighter to her chest as Keith gave a slow grind of his cock in against her. He reached down, plucking her feather duster from her grasp, and then inserting it sideways into her muzzle like a bullet. She stared up at him in surprise as the duster, slick with her own moisture, was inserted into her muzzle, effectively silencing her.
Keith reared back, and then took a single step back, so that he free the braixen from his weight. “That chair over there," he said, pointing towards a chair against the wall. “I want you to stand on it. Face the wall."
Claire reached a paw up to grab her feather duster, but Keith stopped her, shaking his head and giving her a harsh stare. “I didn't say you could take it out."
Flushing violently, the braixen rolled over onto her paws and knees and crawled to the edge of the bed, giving Keith quite the view, before she slipped off the bed and over to the chair, clambering up onto it and hesitantly reaching forwards to place her forepaws on the wall.
In an instant, Keith was behind her, hands around her hips, causing her fluffy tail to jerk in surprise and fluff against his front and the bared cock underneath it. The braixen was so short that even standing on the chair, she was only a fraction too high for him to just bury himself inside her.
With a lazy grin, Keith pulled her hips back against him, and then pressed down slightly, forcing her knees to bend and bringing that tight little cunt to the perfect height for him to grind his tip in against her. A muffled sound came from the braixen's full muzzle, and she fell against the wall until her chest was flush to it, her paws spread for balance.
Keith arched his hips with a heated growl, pulling her maid skirt up a little higher so the cameras would get a perfect view of his tip grinding in against those black outer lips, starting to slowly spread them.
The first inch was easy enough, those supple, soft black lips spreading for him, welcoming his tip and squeezing around him. But beyond that, it was almost impossibly tight. Even with Claire's slick liquids drooling from her, he had to fight past her internal tightness to get even an inch deeper.
“F-fucking tight!" Keith hissed, only half-acting at this point, leaning more of his weight against the braixen and forcing her against the wall, giving a hard shove and grind of hips against her to try and bury more of that stiff cock within.
Blaire whimpered around her mouthful of feather duster, gasping and quivering as another inch of the comparatively thick human cock buried inside her. She was so much smaller than him, and he was so strong by comparison. Each inch was a fight against her natural size, and by the time he had managed to cram half of his cock inside her tight little pussy, she was openly moaning and drooling slightly around the stick, her tail giving weak spasms back against his chest.
Keith's palms gripped her hips a little tighter, and he drew back an inch or so and then shoved himself into her with a hard motion, trying to get deeper, rocking the fox against the wall and causing a long shudder to pass down the entire length of her form. “So fucking tight!" he growled, leaning over her further.
The braixen's eyes widened, and she bit down on the stick hard enough to splinter it as Keith started to hump into her. He slid back, and then shoved forwards with a potent motion, grinding her against the wall over and over again, while each firm slam of his hips against her translated directly into a grind of that fat cock spreading her, forcing it just that tiniest bit deeper, edging her open with those insistent slams.
Hips slammed into her again and again, with an insistent intent, trying to get every inch of his cock buried in that tight, grippingly hot cunt. He pressed her into the wall with all his weight, shoving into her with urgent motions until finally, he overcame all of her resistance and that comparatively thick cock was seated in her to the very base.
Keith leaned against the wall, trying to catch his breath, aware of the braixen's heated folds clenching and squeezing around his throbbing cock, her hot liquids drooling from around the base and his balls pressed up against her clit. “Tight fucking fox," he panted, staring down at her.
Claire stared up at him, splintered feather-duster still in her mouth, sparkling red eyes almost pleading him.
A eager sound rolled out of Keith's throat, and he grasped her hips a little more firmly between his palms, adjusting his grip and his stance and then starting to fuck the braixen with eager, wild motions. Hips pulled back, sliding out until his tip was barely inside her, and then burying balls-deep in that tight little fox with a single, harsh thrust, making sure his balls bounced against her clit. And then he repeated the motion, again and again, sliding back and shoving forwards, pressing the smaller braixen into the wall with the eagerness of his humps.
Claire whimpered around her mouthful, panting hard through her nose, tight depths squeezing around the cock spreading her so fully. She was at her very limit, feeling a shock that made her yip and whine each time his cock bottomed out deep inside her, touching lightly against her very deepest barrier. With just a few more moments of this rough treatment, she came, already-tight depths squeezing and clenching around Keith in a vice-grip of coaxing, suckling flesh.
Keith bared his teeth as she grew even tighter around him, and her feather duster fell from her mouth, letting her yips and whimpers become fully audible. “Fuck!" he growled, leaning over her further, one hand grasping her hips as his other found the back of her head, pushing it into the wall as the orgasming braixen squeezed and clenched around him. With his new dominant position, Keith fucked her without mercy, slamming his hips into her own again and again, rocking her entire form with each powerful shove and forcing her into the wall.
The poor braixen was forced from one orgasm into another, yipping out loud and giving whining little 'b-brai-brai!' noises, muffled by her cheek being mooshed against the wall, but nonetheless encouraging the human to fuck her harder.
With a snarl, Keith buried himself balls-deep in that tight little braixen, cramming her up against the wall with the same fervour with which he crammed his cock inside her, his entire length jumping and throbbing and then started to unload deep inside, splashing warm ropes of human spunk directly across her inner walls. A high-pitched whimper and a long quiver left the braixen as she felt the human breed her, pumping those lovely warm splashes deep inside, causing her to tremble and quiver, depths squeezing and clenching around him in a reflexive orgasm.
His third orgasm of the night was much diminished, but still enough to fill the entirety of the tight little fox pokemon to the brim with spunk, and before he was done spending himself deep inside that black-lipped entrance, a gooey, sticky streamer of white mess started to drool from around his embedded cock, dribbling down to meet at the end of her clit and slowly drip off.
Keith groaned against her ears, realising belatedly he was forcing her face into the wall, and tried to adjust his stance. His legs trembled, and he almost fell, stumbling, kicking the chair out of the way by accident and completely removing Claire's support. The braixen scrabbled at the wall in surprise, and Keith wrapped both arms around her, supporting her weight as he leaned heavily against the wall. “Urf… I got you." he panted.
“Brai!" Claire protested breathlessly, supported now entirely by Keith's cock and his arms around her midsection.
Keith turned around, and slid slowly down the wall, groaning faintly as he landed on his butt, still balls-deep in the braixen. He rested his head back against the wall, while Claire did the same with his shoulder.
After a few moments, he looked up blearily to see Romero offering him an actual bottle of water instead of a wine bottle filled with one, and he took it gratefully.
“Great shoot," Romero said enthusiastically, unclipping his camera and beginning to remove the steady-cam strap around his waist.
Keith downed half of the bottle of water in a few urgent gulps, and then offered some to Claire. She took it gratefully, and down the rest of it, a spout of steam actually falling from her muzzle before it was washed down by more water.
Tammy had returned sometime during the shoot, and was sitting in the doorway staring at Keith and Claire, while Aleda tugged at her tails in vain to try and haul her away.
Keith would have to deal with that particular ramification later. But for now, he needed to rest.
Claire was already half-asleep in his lap, leaning back against him with her eyes half-closed, and he wrapped his arms around the arm fox pokemon and decided to just sleep for a few minutes to recover.