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Oh god…

Ohhh goddddd…

Everything hurts! Every_thing hurts!!_

Buizel was in pain. Her whole world was exhaustion, aches and pains. It felt like she'd gone ten rounds with a Machamp with her paws tied behind her back. It hurt to move. It hurt to breathe. Buizel decided to just lay there and see which happened first; the pain alleviating, or inevitable death.

To make matters worse, her head was totally swimming. Everything was hazy thoughts and even hazier memories. She didn't know where she was or what was going on. The only thing she was certain of was how much everything hurt.

A nebulous amount of time passed, and the pain finally started to die down. The fog cleared from her head a bit, enough for her to realize she was lying down on her back on a carpeted floor. Her head was the thing that continued to hurt the most. The rest of her body had thankfully faded to a dull ache.

Someone was touching her forelimb. It was a very, very gentle touch, as if they were afraid Buizel would shatter upon contact. Buizel groaned in discomfort and lethargically rolled her head to the side, trying to stir herself into the waking world.

She heard someone say something, but she was still too loopy to comprehend them. Everything in her head was still a jumbled, painful mess, but she was starting to feel better. Thoughts started to come back to her. Memories of recent events slowly resurfaced. She remembered her sleepless nights, and she recalled talking to Grovyle and Abra. She had been talking with Abra about something important.

Buizel tried opening her eyes.

"Nggh!!"

Big mistake. The light of the outside world may not have been searing, painfully bright, but that's what it felt like to her. Just opening her eyes a crack had given her a spike of pain in her head. Bright lights hurt. She wondered if she was hungover.

That same someone said something else. It sounded something like 'Are you okay?' Buizel groaned and tried to push the clouds out of her head. She was starting to figure that she was both hungover and concussed. It was the only thing that made sense. What in the world had she been doing last night?

The only thing she could remember was speaking with Abra. Discussing something with her. Going into one of those 'session' rooms to…

Buizel remembered.

Anon! She had been doing the experiment thingy to try and travel to Anon's world! What had happened? Had the experiment failed and blown up in her face? It would explain why she felt the way she did.

The voice spoke again. This time, it definitely said "Are you okay?" It was a male's voice, and it did not belong to Sandslash, Lucario, Smeargle, Rhydon, Kecleon or Heracross. She felt a paw gently support the back of her head and carefully lift her up. Or…was it a paw?

Buizel tried opening her eyes again. The light wasn't quite as blinding this time, but everything was blurry. She felt incredibly dizzy and nauseated. The world was a big blur to her, but there was a distinct blur shape that was in the centre of her vision. She blinked a few times to try and clear her vision.

"B…Buizel…?" the voice said.

Things started to become clear. Shapes formed and the cloudiness in her vision dissipated. The 'big blur' slowly formed into recognizable features. A head, a face, eyes, a mouth.

"A…" she murmured in a tired voice, "A…non…?"

Buizel clenched her eyes shut one last time, and when she opened them again she could finally see properly. There was definitely somebody holding her, and he was looking down at her with a mix of confusion and concern. His visage was completely alien to her. It was a face she had never before seen in her life.

But she knew.

"…Anon…!" she said tiredly as a smile began to grow.

"Buizel…?" he spoke, and now Buizel recognized the voice for sure. She had heard his voice a hundred times in the past. "Is it…really you? Is this really happening right now?"

"Anon! I…can't believe it's really you…!" Buizel took a moment to study the appearance of her love. He was a human, or at least Buizel was pretty sure he was. She hadn't seen very many humans before, but he seemed to fit the bill. He was furless, like a Machoke would be, but he had a very nice head of dark brown hair. It was styled in a way that almost looked messy, yet still looked good to her. He had blue eyes, which Buizel found herself staring into. From this position she couldn't see much more than his head, but she already liked what she saw.

"Oh my god…" Anon murmured, still peering down at her intently, "I would say that I must be dreaming, but…I said that back when I first synced up with Abra too…"

"Anon, it's you! It's really, really you!" Buizel tried to lift up her paws to give him a hug, but her forelimbs ended up flopping down onto her chest, causing her to let out an 'oof!'. Her limbs felt like they were full of lead.

"Are you okay?" Anon repeated for the third time, his eyes briefly glancing down at the rest of her body. "I, uh…don't know what happened, but…You don't look hurt…"

Buizel shook her head a little, getting the last few cobwebs out of her brain. "I-I'm fine, Anon!" she said, "Abra told me my muscles might not work right for a couple minutes after I arrive. I'm fine, I just…can't move right now."

"Abra said…?" Anon repeated in a slightly flabbergasted tone, but then returned to looking at her and said, "Right. Okay. Let's put you up on the bed until your muscles…come back."

The next thing Buizel knew, Anon had hooked his forelimbs under her back and picked her up. He did so with no trouble at all, and Buizel immediately found it was very comfortable in Anon's arms. She smiled somewhat drunkenly and closed her eyes as the room started to move around her. She still felt a little dizzy.

Sadly, her nice ride in Anon's arms soon came to an end as she was deposited on something soft. Anon carefully rested her back against some more soft stuff and then let her go. She opened her eyes and saw that she was sitting on a bed. From what she could feel, she guessed that she was laying on pillows that were propped up against the headboard. She was thankful for the comfortable spot, for she was just starting to realize how heavy and limp her whole body felt.

Buizel glanced around at the room she was in. She wasn't sure what she had expected to find, but what she saw didn't surprise her too much. Honestly, it sort of looked like her dorm room from when she had been in college. Well, minus the posters of sexy Pokémon girls. Anon's room was somewhat small but not cramped, and it contained a bed, a dresser, a closet, a desk, and a second desk with his computer on it. There were a couple posters on his wall, but it looked like they were mostly related to musicians and movies, as well as a few that seemed to be drawn artwork.

The bed shifted, and Buizel turned her head to see that Anon had sat down at the foot of the bed. She could see at least a hundred different emotions cycling through his expression. Shock and confusion were still somewhat dominating the others though. She noticed that he was wearing a black t-shirt with a simple artistic design on the front, and a pair of red shorts with a black stripe down the side.

"Hi," she said with a smile.

"Hi…Buizel," Anon replied. He smiled as well, though there was still confusion in his eyes, "What, uh…What are you doing…here?"

Buizel giggled. She knew that if she put herself in his shoes, her brain would be exploding right about now. "Surprised?" she asked.

"Yeah. I can definitely say, yeah."

"Heehee! I got Abra to find a way to send me through to your dimension! She had a breakthrough yesterday and figured out how to do it, and…Well, here I am!"

"No kidding…?" Anon mumbled, glancing away for a moment as he ran a hand through his hair. Buizel watched his hand for a moment, linking it in her mind with the glove she knew so well. The thought made her shiver.

"I…Wow, okay," Anon continued, "This is…incredible. Simply incredible…" His tone was very calm, as if he were having a casual conversation. It looked like he was still in shock and trying to digest this new development. He glanced over at her once again. "This is definitely real then? This is a thing that just, actually happened?" He ran his eyes over her entire form once again.

She giggled again. "Anon, it's really the real me! The one you've been talking to through the glove the whole time! I came to see you, Anon, and now that I'm here I'm so happy!"

"Gosh, yeah. It's the real live Buizel, sitting here on my bed. I never thought something like this'd happen." He chuckled, a genuine smile finally gracing his lips. "It's great to see you too."

"This is so awesome, bwarkk!! I finally get to be here with you! Abra's so amazing! I can't believe I'm actually here with you in the…" She had been about to say 'In the flesh', but as she tilted her head slightly and glanced downward, she became acutely aware of something she had failed to notice. "…in the nude!"

Indeed, Buizel was lying on Anon's bed stark naked. She had been wearing her typical white t-shirt and swim trunks when she had done the science thing with Abra, but her clothes had completely vanished somehow. She was briefly overcome with confusion, and wondered if somehow her clothes hadn't been able to cross dimensions with her. Maybe something about them being non-living objects?

She glanced back up at Anon, her cheeks flushed. Now she realized why his eyes had been roaming over her body. She chuckled awkwardly at first, but her bashfulness didn't last long. She remembered that this was something Anon had seen many times before.

"I, uh…dunno how that happened," she said, "But, y'know, whatever!"

"Heh, yeah…" Anon said. He wasn't really ogling her or anything. Even though he had seen her naked before, it had always been reserved as a 'reward' before now. Despite that, however, he wasn't taking advantage of his free treat. Aside from a few furtive glances, he had his attention trained on her face instead of between her legs.

"Oh gosh…" Buizel said, "Now that we're here, I have so much to say and talk about but I can't remember any of it. This is too amazing!"

"Well, uh…" Anon said, seeming to be just as stymied for words, "How've you been? I haven't seen you on the program in a couple days."

"I…haven't been sleeping well, honestly."

Anon frowned sympathetically. "Oh, that sucks. I can't stand it when that happens."

"It's all right, though! I'm just happy to be here! How've you been? Oh, and I like your room. Those're some neat things on the wall!"

"Ah, life's pretty good, honestly. Abra's given me the best job I could ever hope for, I've been going out on nature walks lately, and the new season of my favourite show just aired." After a brief pause, he added, "Life's…definitely a bit better now that you're here. Heh… Sorry if I don't sound as excited as I actually am. I'm just in shock, that's all."

Buizel shook her head and said, "No, I totally get it! I know this was a big surprise outta nowhere. I didn't want to tell you ahead of time just in case it didn't work right. But, I'm here now and we can…" Buizel trailed off and glanced down at her body, which was still prone on the bed. Some time had passed, so she decided to see if she could move her muscles now. She tried to lift one of her paws, and was delighted to see that it responded properly. Her muscles felt heavy, like they were achy and tired, but it looked like they were starting to work now. She further experimented by leaning forward and sitting up, which she accomplished without too much trouble.

Anon watched her with a look of relief. "Oh good, looks like you can move again," he said.

Buizel grinned excitedly. She stood up on her paws, though the combination of her heavy muscles and the soft bedding made her a little unsteady. She glanced up at Anon, seeing that she was just a head taller than him while she was standing up and he was sitting on the bed.

"…Anon," Buizel whispered, getting another good look at him. She had decided for certain that he looked attractive. Despite her lack of experience with his species, not to mention his gender, he had a very handsome cut to the way he presented himself. He wasn't so 'dashingly handsome' that one might expect sparkles to come off of him when he stood in the sunlight, but he was leagues away from being unattractive. She liked the way his hair looked, and she took notice of his firm, though not chiseled, physique. In some ways, his form reminded her of Grovyle's.

"Ah, well you see…" Anon said, scratching the back of his neck, "That, uh…"

Buizel frowned. "What? Did I do something wrong?"

"No, no, it's just…I dunno, I guess it's fine. You can just call me Anon."

Tilting her head with a furrowed brow, Buizel took a moment to realize what he meant. She gasped softly. "Your name's not 'Anon'?"

"Abra asked me for a name, and I…sort of just came up with one."

Buizel's eyes grew wide for a moment. "Oh wow. I always thought you were…" She trailed off though, and soon enough a smile returned. "You've always been Anon to me, though. If you're okay with it, I'd be really happy to keep it that way."

Anon smiled at her and said, "It's fine."

Buizel's heart started to beat a little faster. That smile of his was so nice and genuine, and as he smiled it seemed like his entire face beamed a golden glow. His smile was incredibly infectious and soon enough she was grinning too.

She decided she couldn't say anything else without doing something she had longed to do for far too long. After making sure she had a grip on her sense of balance, she walked across the bedspread towards him. When she reached his side, she immediately leaned forward and wrapped her forepaws around him, treating him to a big, warm hug.

Fireworks erupted within her the moment she made physical contact with him. A huge sense of relief and satisfaction overcame her. The last few days had been plagued with an unending feeling of desperation, and this hug she was giving him was one major step towards fulfilling those needs. Anon was surprised for a moment, but then hugged her back.

Even more fireworks went off as she felt his arms close around her and hold her tight. She could feel that he was pretty strong. Maybe not 'buff' or anything, but she figured he could easily walk all over her if the two got into a wrestling match. Buizel grinned and nuzzled herself closer to him, melting into the embrace. Being hugged by Anon felt indescribable. It felt like, for a brief moment, every single thing in the world was right. She pressed herself up against his chest and realized she could hear his heartbeat.

She could feel his fingers against her fur, and it made her shiver. He wasn't even doing anything with them; not scratching her, kneading her or running his fingers through her fur. Just the physical connection was enough to feel simply amazing.

Buizel wanted to stay hugging him forever, but she forced herself to remember that creeping him out was the last thing she wanted to do. With slight disappointment in her heart, she pulled away from the hug. A funny thought occurred to her as she did and it made her chuckle. "I guess it's not every day you get to hug a naked Buizel, huh?"

"You were naked? Gosh, I'd totally forgotten," Anon replied sarcastically with a grin. Buizel wasn't sure, but she thought she saw a faint blush on his cheeks.

She spent a couple moments just lost in his eyes, and then said, "So, um, you said that you don't have Pokémon in this world, right?"

Anon shook his head. "No. So, this is a pretty big, uh…breakthrough."

"Oh, this is so great! We can really get to know each other now. In person! I know I sort of dropped in on you totally unexpected and all, but…y'know, yeah. I came here because I wanted to really meet you, Anon! I hope it's okay if we can hang out?"

"Heh heh," Anon chuckled with a smile, "Yeah, sure. I, uh…don't think you should leave the house, but yeah. I don't have any big plans in the near future. Hanging out sounds pretty awesome!"

"Bwark!! Thank you, Anon! We'll have all day to talk now! That's a lot better than a couple minutes in between puzzles, huh? Oh gosh, I have so much I wanna know!"

"Well…yeah. Yeah, my house is your house of course. You might be from another dimension, but you're already a friend I've known for a while. I'd be happy to have you as my guest." He then flashed her a winning smile and said, "Welcome to 'Anon's Dimension', Buizel. It doesn't really have a name, so I'm gonna name it 'Anon's Dimension'."

Buizel laughed and smiled. This was going great already. Things weren't awkward at all. This was just the same as flying across the country to meet a long-distance friend, only it involved dimensions.

"So, uh…" Anon's demeanour changed a little. For a moment there was this sort of nervous energy to him, like he was anticipating something.

"What?"

"Speaking of 'puzzles'," Anon continued, "Am I…right to assume that, while you're here, you would like to do some…other things, too?"

"Oh my god, yes! Yes, Anon!! So much yes! I've been thinking about that nonstop for like a week! I've never wanted anything more than that!" Buizel was practically bouncing with excitement, but then simmered down. "But, uh…We can't until tomorrow."

It was kind of funny to watch Anon's face go from excited to confused. "What? Tomorrow?"

Buizel nodded and explained. "Abra told me we can't have sex until 24 hours after I've arrived. Something to do with brainwaves and stuff."

"No kidding…?"

"Mhm! I can't even, y'know, 'entertain myself'."

"That's…interesting, I guess?"

Buizel giggled. "I dunno, Abra told me so I'm gonna listen to her. It's just one more day, so I think I can make it." She fell silent for a moment, and then gazed at Anon with a hopeful look in her eyes. "That's…something you wanna do…though?"

Anon then turned and gave her a look that made her heart skip a beat. "Buizel?" he replied, "I would be the world's biggest liar if I said I didn't think about it every single session with you guys. After all, I've diddled you enough, haven't I?"

Buizel felt a lump in her throat and a tingle between her legs. "C-cool…" she murmured lamely.

"I can't believe it's actually going to happen though…"

"Y-yeah…Me neither…" Buizel gulped, forcing herself to become less horny. It was going to be hard enough to keep from pawing off for a whole 24 hours.

"You okay there?"

"Just…can't wait!"

"Ah, I see." There was very brief awkward silence before Anon spoke again. "Just, er, don't expect quite the same level of, uh…'confidence' I usually show when I'm just a glove."

Buizel looked up at him curiously. "Oh? Why's that? Are you…a virgin?" She didn't ask it with any malice, but simply genuine curiosity.

Anon laughed a bit and replied, "No, no. It's just that this is going to be my first time with…well, with not a human. Plus, I dunno, I feel like I can be a bit more of a bad-porno style badass sometimes when all you can see is my hand. Haha!"

"Heh heh," Buizel giggled and nodded, "I get it. It's fine. This is gonna be my first time with just me and a guy, y'know." It was a true statement. She'd had sex with guys before, but always with at least one other female involved. She'd never had one-on-one sex with a male before."

"Oh, right! You're a lesbian, aren't you?"

Buizel nodded proudly, and then giggled. "Yup, I like the pussy," she said with a snicker.

"You talked a bit about your life before you moved to the big city before. I always kinda wanted to know more about that, but there was just never the time."

"You wanna know about when I was a pup?" Buizel said, sitting up straight, "Sure, I can tell you all about that! I was born in a super-small town that isn't even on maps most of the time…"

Buizel went on to tell Anon about her early life, and he sat and listened intently the entire time. As her story went on, Buizel felt more and more comfortable and content. Already, things were going exactly as she had wanted them. Things had been a little awkward at first, but now she was telling him a story and having a nice discussion with him about her past. She barely got halfway through her adolescence before she reached the point where time would have run out if they had been in a session. With that time limit no longer applying, the two were free to just continue talking.

Before long, the two were lounging on the bed and having a lively conversation. The topic moved from her cubhood to other subjects, and there were no more silent moments between them. It was as if they had known each other for years. Many laughs were shared between the two, and Buizel couldn't have been happier.

Her dream was coming true.

…

Before she knew it, the 24 hours had passed.

She and Anon had talked on the bed for hours until her stomach growled, reminding her that she hadn't eaten since her own dimension. Anon invited her downstairs, and she got to get a look at the house that he lived in by himself. He had led her to the kitchen and given her something called a 'Peach'. It had tasted pretty good, and it reminded her of Pecha Berries.

They kept on talking for hours in the kitchen. It was as if a dam had broken and the two were catching up on all of the conversation they had been wanting to have over the months. Buizel felt like she had pretty much told her whole life story, and had listened to Anon tell his.

Buizel had never once found herself bored. As she had expected, talking in person with Anon was a very satisfying experience. Anon was a very good host and also a great listener.

He had offered to find her some clothes, but she figured that nothing he owned would fit her since she was about three feet shorter than he was. She had told him that if he didn't mind her sitting around naked all the time, then she didn't mind doing it. It was the 'natural' thing for Pokémon to do anyway, or so she'd heard.

The two of them hardly noticed anyway. Buizel was so engrossed in conversation that she often forgot she was nude. Once they had moved from the bedroom to the kitchen, things became even less lewd anyway. A small part of her brain was insisting that she ask him to get casually naked too, but she shooed those thoughts away. She was supposed to be remaining celibate.

Buizel had arrived in his universe at about noon, and she was surprised to see how quickly sunset had arrived. At some point they had moved into the living room and were lounging on the couch, and Buizel had then promptly lost track of time. Evening arrived, and she still felt like the conversation was nowhere near drying up.

Even so, Anon had gotten up to make her some dinner and had suggested she watch some TV while he cooked. Talking with Anon was almost addicting to her, but seeing television from a different dimension had managed to prove just interesting enough to distract her. An hour or so had been spent flipping through channels while they ate a delightful meal of rice, pasta and fruit.

Buizel was having a wonderful time, and was glad to see that Anon was enjoying himself as well. By the time night had fallen, she still hadn't confessed her true feelings to him nor had she mentioned the possibility that she might be stuck here. She wasn't procrastinating on either of these two topics of conversation, but the day had already been mind-blowing enough. There would be plenty of time afterwards.

When 5pm rolled around, Anon informed her that it was time for his sessions with Abra and the crew, which had nearly floored Buizel. She had almost forgotten that was still a thing. She was actually intrigued to see what everything looked like from the 'other side of the glove', so to speak, so she asked if she could join him. Furthermore, Buizel had been asked to have Anon inform Abra on whether she made it through the dimensional jump alive or not.

Anon had said it was fine and they headed to his room. Buizel wondered if she would have to excuse herself if things got too steamy, otherwise she might not be able to keep her paw from between her legs. However, another issue entirely presented itself. When Anon logged into Abra's program, all he received was an error message saying there was no connection. He tried a couple of things, but never succeeded in getting anything but the same error.

At first the two of them were concerned. Buizel, however, reckoned that her jump through dimensions might have fried the systems on Abra's end. It was an experimental function, after all. They would simply have to check again tomorrow to see if it was fixed.

Throughout the day, despite how much fun she had been having, Buizel could not shake the feeling that something wasn't quite right. There was no question that she was happy and enjoying herself, but something had felt off. She eventually chalked it up to the two of them being forced to stay away from the bedroom, despite the bubbling urges that she knew were buried deep inside of both of them.

Sleep hadn't exactly come easy, for those exact same reasons. She couldn't 'sleep' with Anon; in fact, she couldn't even sleep in the same bed as him lest something happen. And, when she couldn't get to sleep initially, she couldn't paw off to help. She had eventually managed to nod off, but she was very excited when morning finally arrived. She awoke at 9am, meaning just over three hours remained until she could live out her fantasy.

"Oh my god, it's true," Anon said as he walked into the living room, just a couple of minutes after she had woken up off of the couch.

"What? What's true?"

"Pokémon really do have adorable messy fur when they first wake up."

Buizel looked up, as if this would somehow allow her to see the fur on top of her head, and then blushed furiously. "Shut up! No I don't, bwark!"

She glanced over at him, seeing that he was dressed in similar clothing as the previous day and was carrying a glass of orange-coloured juice in one hand.

Anon chuckled as he made his way to the couch and sat down next to her. "How's my interdimensional house-guest?"

Buizel looked up at him, seeing his handsome face once again, and smiling. "Horny," she said conversationally.

Anon snickered. "Are you trying to seduce me, Miss Buizel?"

"Well, I hope so, otherwise that'd just be awkward."

The two shared a laugh, and then Anon said, "Really, though. Did you sleep okay?"

Buizel shrugged and said, "I guess. I'm hoping for a much better sleep tonight."

Anon handed her the glass of juice, which surprised her as she thought the juice had been for him. It was a little difficult to hold the human-sized glass, but she managed to take a drink of the liquid. It tasted just like Oran Berry juice.

"Breakfast is cooking. It'll be ready in a few minutes," Anon told her.

"Okay! Thank you, bwark!"

Anon leaned back on the couch in a relaxed pose. Buizel tried to do the same, but realized that if she did it would probably lead to her spilling her yummy juice gift. She decided to finish it before getting comfortable.

"So, if you don't mind my asking," Anon spoke up, "Tell me about your co-workers?"

"My co-workers?"

"Yeah! What're they like when they're not getting sexed up by a glove?"

Buizel snickered. "They're all pretty cool. We're all great friends now."

And thus began another hour of lively discussion between the two. Buizel went through her co-workers at Abra's place one by one and told Anon a little bit more about each of them. Buizel herself was also curious about how Anon interacted with each of them during his sessions, as she only ever knew about sessions besides her own through hearsay.

She was somewhat surprised to learn about some of the likes and dislikes of her co-workers that she'd never picked up on before. She never would have guessed that Rhydon was into anal beads, for example. Her thoughts started to drift to the idea of _every_body coming over to his dimension and them all having a huge or-

She had to stop those thoughts before she got herself too worked up. There were still a few hours left. Anon had set an alarm on his phone that would let them know when they could finally bang each other.

Buizel didn't mind as much, though, because the conversation was once again quite engaging. The two shared quite a few laughs as they talked about Buizel's friends. They both spent about fifteen minutes gossiping about Abra.

"Grovyle's really hot," Anon quipped at one point.

"Oh my god, she is soooo hot! Bwarkkk!!"

"Have you and her ever…?"

"Haha! Anon, I fucked her the day before I came here!"

"Now, why can't Abra rig up cameras so I can see that?!"

As they talked, Buizel started feeling a bit antsy once again. She figured that her arousal was threatening to boil over at any point, and she forced herself to just hang on for a little bit longer.

When that well of conversation eventually dried up, Anon took her upstairs to show her the internet of his world. Buizel had spent tons of hours of her life browsing Pok-it and PokéTube on her phone. Even though the 'Reddit' and 'YouTube' that he showed her were pretty much the same thing, there was still tons of neat stuff for her to see. Buizel was well aware of the dangers of memes, and now she was dipping her paws into the memes of two dimensions!

The two were watching some weird video about the relationship between some characters called 'Rose Quartz' and 'Ness' when Anon's phone started to ring, startling them both. Anon reached over and grabbed it, seeing that it wasn't an incoming call but rather his alarm.

Their eyes both opened wide. 24 hours had passed.

"It's…I-it's…" Buizel stammered, unable to form proper words.

"It's time," Anon said.

"Oh my god…A-are you sure, Anon? Are you sure that's what that means? What time did I show up?"

Anon looked down at her with an unreadable expression. "For sure, Buizel. You showed up here exactly one day ago. You…can have sex now."

Buizel felt her breath draw short. "…We…can have sex now…"

"…That too."

The two spent a couple of silent minutes just staring at each other. It was as if neither were sure what to do with themselves now. The time had finally arrived. The culmination of everything Buizel had wanted was finally here. There was nothing left to stop her from getting what she wanted.

"Um…" she murmured a bit shyly, "Sh-shall we…?"

Anon offered her a bit of an awkward smile and said, "If you'd like. The bed's right over there." He chucked a thumb over his shoulder to indicate the bed in the room.

"Oh my god…" Buizel murmured as the reality of the situation started to become real to her. A big, excited smile slowly began to appear on her muzzle. "Oh my god! Aaaah! Anon, oh my god!!"

"You seem eager all of a sudden," Anon chuckled wryly.

"Anon, yes! Yes, let's do it! Let's do it right now! Bwarkkk!!! Oh my god, I'm so excited!"

Anon turned in his swivel chair to look down at her. Buizel was struck silent for a brief moment when she saw the sensual smile that Anon had suddenly adopted. "Are you sure that's what you want?" he asked in a low, suave voice.

Buizel fidgeted on the spot for a moment before she could force words out from her frazzled brain. "Yes…Yes, Anon. I want it. I want you. I want it so bad! Anon, I need you!!"

"Shouldn't I solve some puzzles first?"

Her mouth opened wordlessly for a second as she could swear she felt a vein pop in her forehead. "Anon, don't you dare. I've waited so long for this I'm going to explode, bwark! If you don't have sex with me right now, I swear I'm gonna break something!"

Anon was laughing at her reaction, which made Buizel feel a bit vexed, but then he stood up. "Very well, then," he said as he turned towards the bed, making Buizel's heart skip a beat, "Let's get started, shall we?"

Buizel ran over to the bed faster than an Arcanine using Extreme Speed. She was up and on the foot of the bed before Anon even got there. Her heart had started hammering in her chest as anticipation grew exponentially. Anon sat at the other end and looked at her, and then asked, "What should we do first?"

The poor Buizel's brain nearly cracked in half as it tried to process the thousand different answers she had to that question. "Um…" she faltered for a minute, but then said, "Uh, can…c-can you take off your shirt…and lie down?"

Anon chuckled and said, "Ding! First puzzle solved, the Anon takes his shirt off."

"Anon, I will punch you."

"Pffft! Okay, sorry, I'll stop." Thankfully, his next action was to reach down and pull his shirt up over his head. Buizel watched intently as the garment was removed, particularly liking the way it pulled against his hair and left him with an oddly sexy messy hairstyle. He tossed it to the side, pulled the rest of his body up onto the bed, and then laid down with his head on the pillows.

Buizel's eyes slowly traveled south and she took in the sight of his naked chest. He was just a little bit fit. So, while he didn't look 'strong' per say, he also didn't have an ounce of excess fat visible anywhere. Buizel soon decided she liked what she saw.

"Mmmmf…" she murmured as the anticipation in her blood started to boil. This was only the very, very beginning and already she was excited beyond belief. She slowly crawled forward on the bed and made her way to his top half, where she carefully crawled up on top of his chest. A shiver ran down her spine as her paws met his naked skin, and for a moment she felt his heartbeat.

She crawled forward until she was practically laying on his chest, creating a perfect visual representation of their difference in height. She took a moment to relish in the sensation of her chest fur brushing against his own chest. She could already feel the warmth of his body heat.

Buizel lifted her gaze, and found Anon looking back down at her. She inched forward a little bit more so that she could reach up with her paws and place them on his cheeks. Then, she leaned in and pressed her lips against his.

A thousand mini explosions rocked her body from the moment the kiss began. She closed her eyes and pressed herself closer to him. To her relief, he replied in kind and the kiss gradually became much more passionate. It wasn't too long before Buizel felt Anon's tongue poking at her muzzle and slipping inside of her maw.

Buizel murred into his mouth as her bones turned to jelly. She had initiated the kiss, but Anon had quickly taken control. Just the feeling of his tongue on hers was already leagues more than she had ever experienced with him before. The fact that it was another body part besides a finger was astronomical.

She wanted to kiss him forever, but her damn body betrayed her by demanding that she breathe. She kept her lips locked with his for as long as she could, before finally pulling away with a huge gasp for air. Even though she obviously hadn't climaxed yet, it somehow felt as if she had. Kissing Anon had given her little 'ghost orgasms' or something.

"Mmmm…" she murmured in a pleasured tone, finally opening her eyes to look up into Anon's blue ones. "I've wanted to do that for so long…" she said.

"I didn't know what to expect by kissing a Pokémon, but…that was great," he replied.

"Y-yeah? The fur didn't bother you, or…?"

Anon shook his head a little. "Heh…You look like kissing me made you drunk. It's kinda cute."

Buizel felt the blood rushing to her cheeks. "Stop, I'm not cute…" she said, secretly loving the comment.

"Oh, we're having this argument now?"

"Shut up and kiss me again," Buizel said before diving back in for another helping. She tried to take the lead this time, and she felt an incredible rush when she pressed her tongue forward into his mouth. Electric shivers danced across her whole body, making her feel more like a Pikachu than a Buizel.

When this kiss ended, Buizel laid her head down on his chest and nuzzled the crook of his neck affectionately. Again, she relished in the feeling of their two bodies being connected like this. In doing so, she ended up shifting her position downward a little and that is when she felt something that piqued her attention.

With her head positioned by his head, her butt was sitting right at his waistline. When she moved down to nuzzle his neck, her butt moved down with her.

And she felt it brush against something stiff.

Buizel could practically feel her entire head turning red as she slowly lifted her gaze to look up at Anon. Her mind was overclocking. The identity of the object brushing against her rear-end was setting off fireworks inside of her brain. Her excitement bubbled up to an almost dangerous level, leaving her feeling a bit overwhelmed and at a complete loss for what to say or do next.

"Did you…find something?" Anon asked with faux innocence.

She just nodded dumbly.

"What is it?"

"Maahhh…" she rather intelligently replied.

"Hmm, a mystery?" Anon said coyly, "You should probably go investigate."

A few moments later, Buizel was jolted out of her stupor. She realized what was being offered to her, and her excitement returned in spades. She carefully hoisted herself up, taking care not to hurt Anon as she essentially crawled on his chest, and turned herself around completely so she was facing his bottom half.

The moment it came into view, her heart stopped for a few seconds. She looked at his pair of simple grey shorts, protruding upwards in a very distinct tent shape. That thin layer of fabric was all that was separating her from what she wanted so badly.

Her heart hammered in her chest as she stared unashamedly at his concealed hardness. Buizel, who had spent pretty much her whole life as a lesbian, found herself completely entranced by the sight. She still couldn't quite explain why she felt so strongly about this, given her sexuality. She was all too aware of the negative stereotype which claimed that 'all lesbians secretly want the D,' which was completely false. However, she also couldn't deny it. She needed it. Even just being able to see it would do wonders.

Buizel squirmed forward, reached out and grabbed the waistband of his shorts. She listened for protests from Anon, but heard none. Though, she wasn't sure she would be able to stop herself if she did hear any. She grasped the waistband in her two paws, both quivering in anticipation, and slowly pushed them down Anon's legs. The shorts were slowly worked up and over the large mound in the middle.

Once his shorts were down, though, Buizel found that her prize was still concealed. Anon was wearing underwear; something she almost never wore. She grumbled a little at this extra obstacle, but also couldn't deny how hot it looked to see the garment just barely managing to keep its contents concealed from view. Quivering even more, Buizel reached for the underwear's waistband.

She forced herself to move slowly, to savour the moment. Gently she lifted the garment up, revealing a patch of courser hair. Buizel's heart raced as she pulled the underwear down, sliding it further and further down. Then, finally, she had pulled it down enough for the underwear's trapped occupant to spring free.

Buizel bwarked in surprise as it nearly tapped her on the nose, and then spent a moment staring in awe.

Anon's dick stood tall, proud and incredibly hard before her.

"Hnnnn…" she whimpered as her sex drive suddenly sprang into action, rendering her three times as horny as she had been a few seconds ago. In a way, it felt like a dream. This was what she had been dreaming about for so many days as of late. What had been just barely out of reach until now. This felt like a gift to herself that had been in the making for months. After so many times having a close facsimile of sex with Anon, each time shamelessly showing off her own sexy parts, now she was finally able to behold his.

It was beautiful. Buizel realized she was drooling a little.

Buizel slowly, reverently, reached out a paw towards the stiff organ. Her paw moved as if afraid that touching it would make it shatter and fall apart, like touching a piece of fine art. Eventually, her little paw made contact with the side of Anon's penis, causing both parties to softly gasp. His hardness twitched subtly.

Anon's penis reminded her a lot of Rhydon's, though not quite as frightfully huge. It was still pretty damn big in comparison to herself, though. She likened it to about the same size as Lucario's, who had the biggest dick in the office besides Rhydon. Her paw looked so small against it.

A weird little chuckle slipped out of her throat. "Anon…" she said in a breathless voice, "I'm…I-it's your…I'm touching it…!"

"Yes you are," he chuckled in a matter-of-fact tone.

"Finally…" Buizel whispered. She then slowly moved her paw along Anon's length, feeling its stiffness and the unique texture. She could feel a very faint pulse through it. It felt so warm against her paw, and she was already hungrily picturing having the whole thing buried deep inside of her. She reached forward with her other paw and grasped it as well.

Anon's breathing was getting a bit heavier, which was a sign that he liked what she was doing. At this point, she was really just indulging her own curiosity. Seeing the sex organs of someone you've known for so long is always a bit jarring, but in a good way.

Buizel moved her paws up towards the end of his member and rubbed one of her pawpads against the tip. She felt him shiver in response. 'Good,' she thought, 'Looks like penis stuff is pretty universal.' Buizel wasn't inexperienced with male anatomy, not since moving into Abra's office, but she also wouldn't call it her forte.

She then inched herself a bit closer, causing her to poke his hardness with her snout. She took in his scent as she did, which made her quietly moan as his musk attacked her brain. It wasn't a strong or unpleasant smell. Certainly not as bad as Grimer, or Sandslash after the gym. It was still potent, though, and she could definitely say she liked it. She would have to commit this scent to memory.

Buizel's eyes rolled upwards, taking in the sight of Anon's manhood arching overtop of her muzzle. From this angle it looked like it dwarfed her big time. Grinning and focusing her attention back on the base, she stuck out her tongue and pressed it against the side.

Anon's flavour thrilled her tastebuds. It wasn't so much the taste that thrilled her, but rather the idea that she was tasting him. She slowly dragged her tongue up the front of his cock, angling her neck as she went, until she reached the top. There, she circled the tip with her tongue before planting a kiss right on the end.

Her mind went wild. 'You just licked Anon's cock! Holy shit!'

"Wow…" came Anon's voice.

Buizel grinned happily. "Feels good?"

"Yeah, but that's not what I'm 'wow'ing about."

Buizel, slightly confused, turned her head back and looked over her shoulder at Anon. She only had to see where his eyes were directed to know exactly what he was 'wow'ing about.

In turning around on his chest to face his business, she had faced her business to him. While she had been busy ogling his dick, he had been getting an absolutely perfect view of her butt. She blushed heavily as a mix of embarrassment and excitement flooded through her. That had definitely not been intentional on her part, but she ultimately didn't mind. The thrill of the action just hit her really hard all of a sudden.

"Heh…" she chuckled, sounding like an awkward high school teenager, "Y-you like whatcha see…?"

Anon was silent for quite a few seconds before he finally shifted his gaze towards her. "Sorry," he apologized, "Busy trying to cope with the fact that a Pokémon is touching me and licking me…and a Pokémon butt is right here within arm's reach."

"You, uh…like my Buizel butt?"

"It is definitely a nice, fuzzy butt," he said in a straight, intellectual tone that made Buizel snicker.

"Well, uh…" Buizel muttered, "If it's within arm's reach…might as well take advantage, right, bwark?" A huge rush of energy and adrenaline swept through her as she slowly lifted her forked tail and moved it out of the way. She saw Anon's eyes widen a little as she exposed herself to him.

"You can touch…anything you want…" Buizel whispered breathlessly, starting to sweat already.

She watched as his eyes went back to the prize between her legs. He stared unashamedly at her for a few moments before his arms started to move. Moving at a pace that was agonizingly slow to the Buizel, Anon eventually reached out and placed his hands squarely on her ass cheeks.

Buizel practically barked as she felt her ass squeezed by Anon's hands. She then mewled softly as he began to gently knead them with his fingers, and she turned her head forward again. Every touch and movement from his hands sent just a tiny hint of arousal through her nether regions. The little touches that made her insides tingle. It filled her with more and more desire.

One of Anon's hands stayed where it was, while the other started to migrate south. It slipped past the dock of her tail, traced a half-circle just mere centimetres away from her tailhole, and then ran down the fur in a line parallel to her slit. By the time his fingers reached the bottom, without having touched anything but fur along the way, she was shivering like there was a winter storm in the room.

With his fingers still pressed against her fur, he moved his thumb and very lightly rested it atop her lips, right in the middle of her slit. She felt a spasm practically go through her lower half. Anon gently rubbed his thumb up and down a little, and then used it to part her slit open. She felt a brief rush of cool air as a tiny hint of her insides were revealed.

"This is the greatest moment of my life so far," Anon commented.

"Nnnnaaahhh, oh Arceus above…!" Buizel moaned as he parted her opening a little more.

"I have seen this almost a hundred times, but the real thing is so much more interesting…!"

"Hah…Hah…" Buizel panted, "D-don't be shy Anon…Touch me…Touch me p-please…!"

Anon took her invitation by sliding his other hand down off of her ass cheek so he could part her opening from the other side as well. She felt herself being pried open, gently but firmly. Obviously she couldn't see, but it felt like Anon was looking straight into her love tunnel. She could feel his fingers pulling her folds apart. During their sessions, this was usually followed up by a few fingers slipping inside.

Buizel could not contain her excitement. This time she would get the real fingers. She waited for what felt like an agonizingly long time, though in reality it was probably about two seconds.

She nearly climaxed right there as two of Anon's fingers slowly found their way inside of her.

"Mmmmmffff!!" came Buizel's muffled exclamation. Dear heavens above, it felt so amazing. It was all the naughty thrills of the glove stuff, but with the added warmth and firmness of a real human body part. And it was going inside of her.

"I never…ever thought I would ever get to touch the insides of a Pokémon…" Anon mumbled.

"Y-yeah? W-well, now you-Ngh!!" Buizel's sentence was interrupted as his fingers slid a little deeper inside of her. Her breath was briefly taken away from her as the two intrepid little digits started to explore. She mewled and moaned and barked softly, loving every second of Anon's exploration of her most intimate spot. After a moment, his fingers withdrew from her pussy, but Buizel wasn't too disappointed because they then homed in on her little nub. Buizel took in a sharp breath as Anon played with her clit for a couple amazing seconds.

"Oh my god…" Buizel mumbled dizzily. She could already feel the back of her hind legs getting damp.

"I want to taste."

"Bwark?!" Buizel's head darted up like she'd been shot.

Anon chuckled at her reaction. "You wouldn't happen to have any complaints about me eating you out, would you?"

"Eat…e-eat me out…?" Buizel squeaked.

"I've been looking at this incredibly delicious-looking pussy for months now, Buizel. Do you know how long I've wanted to know how it tastes? Truly, the same can be said for everybody in Abra's office, but…I dunno, yours always looked a bit yummier than everybody else."

"Oh my g- W-would you really…?" Buizel asked with a slight tremble in her voice, "Oh heavens, I…I would love that."

"Yeah?"

"Oh my gosh! Y-yeah, Anon! Go ahead, bwark!"

She felt Anon grab onto her ass again, but then squeaked in surprise as he actually dragged her back across his chest. Her heart sank a little as she watched his cock slide out of reach, but she reminded herself that it wasn't gone forever. She could look at it all she wanted while Anon was…

Oh goodness, she couldn't wait.

"Heehee…" she giggled as excitement built, "You really thought my pussy looked yummier than everybody else's?"

"Oh yeah," Anon replied resolutely, "Now that it's this close, I'm even more sure."

"Aw, Anon. You're so sweet."

She felt Anon using his fingers to spread open her pussy again, and she shivered a little as she felt little wisps of his breath. She waited impatiently for a couple of seconds, and then her mind exploded once again. She let out an ecstatic moan the second Anon's tongue touched her.

"Ohhhh my gosh…" she moaned. Anon had started by circling his tongue around the edges of her pussy, just barely tasting the pink inside, and teasing her nub a little more. It didn't take long, however, for him to slide his tongue in a little deeper. Buizel tensed up as pleasures wracked her body. Buizel'd had a lot of girls' tongues in her pussy, and even a few guys', but the fact that it was Anon made it so much better.

She could feel herself getting wet and leaking as his tongue probed deeper. She could only imagine that Anon was getting more than his fair share of her taste. The idea that he was now tasting her, a 'delicacy' that she had been showing off to him through the dimensions for months now and he was finally getting to sample, was astounding to her.

Gloves couldn't do this!

Buizel squirmed and mewled as Anon's thick tongue snaked its way around inside of her. Their size difference meant that his tongue filled out her pussy quite nicely while still giving it ample room to move around and poke at places with the tip. She started to pant.

Anon removed his tongue and there was a lewd, wet dripping sound. "I was right," he said.

"Bwark…?"

"Delicious. Sublime." Then, before she could complain, he sunk his tongue right back into her.

Buizel was moaning and cooing more and more as his tongue probed her depths. One of his hands was still holding her open, but the other was now squeezing and massaging her ass. Stunning, electrical waves of pleasure coursed through her blood, all focusing on the strong, burning flame between her hind legs. Anon's tongue was only stoking the fire, and it had already grown to a massive size.

She gazed ahead, her eyes locked on his cock. It saddened her to see it unattended to, and she wished that she was tall enough to give him a sixty-nine. Even though this was incredible, it wasn't fair that she got all the pleasure while Anon got nothing.

A quiet moan from Anon grabbed her attention. She remembered that he had called her pussy delicious. He probably was enjoying himself. The thought that her own juices were probably dripping down Anon's throat right now was incredibly arousing, and she let out a long, low moan.

"Bwark!" Buizel exclaimed as she felt Anon's thumb slide into her pussy for a few moments, alongside his tongue. It disappeared a moment later, which confused her at first, but the explanation came shortly after. Buizel gasped and moaned loudly as Anon pressed his thumb against her tailhole and squeezed it inside, using her own juices as lubrication.

"Ohmygod, yes…!" Buizel cheered. Anon was wiggling his thumb around, stimulating her tailhole while continuing to slide his tongue deep inside of her pussy. Anon knew her well. He knew her kinks. For a short while, the room was filled with the euphoric cries and moans of a very stimulated Buizel.

When Anon stuck his tongue in as deep as he could reach, Buizel cried out as she suddenly climaxed. Her pussy throbbed against his tongue as the stimulating orgasm coursed through her body. She was left happily panting afterwards.

Anon pulled his tongue out. "Wow, already?" he asked. He didn't sound disappointed, just surprised.

"Don't worry…" Buizel said in a low tone, "That was jus' a li'l one. There's a lot more to come! I can tell." She looked back over her shoulder and gave Anon a sensual gaze. That was when she noticed the little splashes of her juices around his mouth, and it was clear that he had gotten a nice treat when she came.

Anon was looking back at her with his eyebrows raised, his interest clearly piqued.

Buizel was still feeling a little woozy after the awesome ride that had been cunnilingus with Anon. However, she poured energy into her legs to make them work and crawled off of Anon's chest. She made her way back down to his cock, which looked harder than before, and sat herself down on one of his legs. She reached out to grab his manhood, gave him another saucy smile, and then opened her maw and slid his member inside.

From this angle, she got a perfect view of Anon's reaction. She loved the way he gasped and quietly moaned, bliss slowly appearing in his expression. She felt pretty blissful herself. Anon's cock was in her mouth! She loved the way it rubbed against the top of her tongue, the way it nicely filled up her muzzle, and the way it tasted. She moved her head down, sliding a couple more inches into her muzzle but stopping before it reached the top of her throat. This was one thing she had never been any good at, but she wanted to do it for Anon anyway.

Thankfully, though, Anon seemed to really enjoy the experience even though she could only fit just over half of his cock into her mouth. She stayed at that level and bobbed her head up and down a few times. Arousal started to cloud Anon's expression and she saw his cheeks turn a nice shade of rosy red.

She worked her mouth on his cock for a little bit. After a while, she reached down with her paws and found his two heavy balls. She grasped one in each of her paws, giving them a gentle squeeze and then softly jostling and stimulating them. She had never really understood what the appeal of those things was, but she knew males loved it when she did this.

At one point, Buizel paused with Anon's cock as deep into her muzzle as she could go and held it there for a moment. She simply reveled in the fact that she was getting to do this with Anon, and with his yummy, big cock. She gazed up at him, her mouth full of his hardness, and stared into his eyes for a moment. Her heart hammered a bit faster in her chest. The feeling and taste of Anon's cock, combined with his strong scent, were driving her mad. Not to mention, the position she had taken on his leg was resulting in her unintentionally grinding her pussy against him.

Buizel lifted herself off of his cock, letting it slip out of her mouth with a wet pop. She panted for air for a moment, and then stared at Anon intensely. She could feel it building. That veritable bonfire between her hind legs had only gotten bigger and hungrier. She had already orgasmed once, but that hadn't abated her arousal in the slightest. That feeling of need, of want, of necessity was growing stronger with every passing second. It was starting to feel primal.

"Fuck me."

"Wh-?"

"I need this thing inside of me. Right…fucking…now!"

Anon blinked once, then twice, and then he smiled excitedly. "Okay!"

Buizel gave him a grin of gratitude, but it was masked by her overwhelming sense of arousal. She had never been this horny before, as far as she could remember. She wanted to get up and straddle him right then and there, but she figured the size difference would make the logistics of that complicated.

Instead, she quickly hatched a plan. She indicated for him to sit up. When he did, crawled over to where he had been and started to move the pillows away from the headboard. She stacked two of them in the middle of the bed, and then got herself into position. She laid down face-up with her head on the mattress facing the headboard, and her hindquarters propped up by the pillows.

"Take me now…" she whispered breathlessly, "I want you. I want it like this, and I want it deep and hard!"

She tilted her head to the side to look at Anon. For a couple of seconds he just sat there with a dumb look on his face and a diamond-hard cock between his legs. She saw it twitch in the air a little bit. Then, a sensual grin slowly appeared on his face and he got on all fours so he could crawl towards her.

He made his way over and crawled over top of her. Buizel felt a rush of adrenaline as she stared up at Anon's much bigger form towering over her. She felt so small and vulnerable, and at this moment in time she loved every second of it. Anon wasn't yet in position, but he leaned down so he could lock lips with her. Buizel moaned and eagerly returned the kiss, even lifting her paws to caress the back of his head.

The way he was leaning over her, though, was causing his chest to rub against her crotch. This was only making her even hornier, so she soon had to give Anon a few taps with her paws so he would stop. When the kiss broke, she said, "Anon, I'm dying here! Please fuck me!"

He smirked. "Well, since you said 'please'…"

Anon then crawled forward more, bringing his head almost all the way to the headboard. Buizel craned her neck and got an upside-down view of Anon's top half, where she saw that he was holding onto the headboard with one hand for balance, while the other was still holding him up off the mattress.

"Bwark…!" she yelped in surprise and then rolled her head forward to look at the more interesting half of his body. Anon's hips were perfectly lined up with hers, and his cock had just hot-dogged against her slit. Her eyes grew as wide as dinner plates as she took in the sight of Anon's hardness resting so close to that part of her body. It was touching her, rubbing against her fur. She could shift her hips and move against it, just to prove even further that it was really, tangibly there.

She grinned with nervous excitement, not quite able to believe that the moment of truth was finally here. Looking at it now, she could see exactly how much bigger Anon's cock was in relation to her. It looked like it was going to be a daunting task, but Buizel was determined to get every single inch of that delicious monster inside of her.

"You ready?" Anon asked.

"Stop talking. Hurry up!"

Anon chuckled at her eagerness and then started adjusting his position. Buizel covered her mouth with her paws in an attempt to contain her excitement as she watched Anon shift his hips back and carefully attempt to line himself up. She used her hind paws to help guide him. He poked her in a few incorrect placed at first, but before long that glorious contact was made. Buizel let out an excited squeak as the tip of Anon's member pressed right up against her slit. All he had to do was move his hips forward.

"Hey, uh, hold on."

Buizel's brain snapped a little bit. "Whaaat?" she whined impatiently.

"I wanna make sure this is totally a comfortable experience for you. Are you sure you don't want me to put a glove on my dick?"

"Anon!" Buizel practically screamed, "You're gonna get a Hydro Pump to the balls if you don't fuck me now!!"

For a moment she was afraid that he would keep on making jokes, but he didn't. He simply pressed his hips forward.

Buizel let out a euphoric gasp as Anon's cock slid forward, parted her lips, and sank a few inches into her pussy. She was shocked at how smoothly it had slid in, in spite of the size difference, but realized it probably had to do with how soaking wet she was. Her mind fizzled out for a few moments. It was only a little bit more than the head of his cock inside of her, but it felt big and it felt amazing.

"Holy shit…" Anon murmured, "I'm inside a Pokémon…!"

"Nghhh…" Buizel moaned as she tried to focus her vision, she looked up at her lower half, propped up above her head by the pillows, and saw her slit stretched open around the tip of Anon's penis. The feeling of him being inside of her, even just this little bit, was mind-blowing. They were connected now. Flesh could not have possibly been closer to flesh. She closed her eyes and let out a sigh.

Anon pressed his hips forward, sinking a couple more inches into her slowly. Buizel moaned sensually as she felt his hardness plunge deeper into her insides. To her great relief, the set-up with the pillows was working perfectly. Anon was easily able to keep going, getting half of his length into her.

Buizel spread her hind legs apart, making sure to give Anon complete access to her body. She wanted it all, and she wanted nothing to stand in the way of that. Anon's cock felt so warm and filling inside of her. It was an amazing feeling. It felt different than most Pokémon's cocks, though she couldn't quite describe why (Nor did she have that much experience). She was moaning happily now, a smile on her muzzle.

He didn't stop at halfway, though. Anon kept on pushing into her. This was where his larger size started to make itself known. As he pushed past the halfway mark, Buizel started to feel amazingly filled. She did not often take things that were this big. As he slowly slid more of himself into her, it finally started to feel a little uncomfortable. It felt like he was stretching all of her walls at once to their limits, completely filling every cubic inch of space there was inside of her.

"Ohhhh god…" she moaned as she opened her eyes again. She gasped softly when she looked down at her lower half again, where she could definitely see a small bump in her abdomen. As Anon pushed a little more of himself in, the bump shifted forward a little bit. "Oh my god…" she murmured, "I can s-see it…! Anon, you're…you're filling m- Oh, f-fuck…!"

Buizel felt a little bit more discomfort as Anon continued to explore her depths. She could definitely feel the pressure of his invading manhood, but it wasn't painful. It was, as she had expected, a bit of a challenge to accommodate him but it wasn't anything she couldn't handle.

Finally, Anon stopped. He let out a long, satisfied breath that was just dripping with lust. Buizel moaned as well, feeling so very full and warm. "Ooooooh…" she murred in satisfaction. Given her usual choice of partners, it wasn't often she got to be stretched this much. After giving herself a moment to adjust, all of the discomfort disappeared.

She looked up at her lower half again, locking her sights on the beautiful sight of Anon's cock in her pussy. Her eyes snapped open as she did though. She had thought that Anon had bottomed out in her, but he was only three-quarters of the way there. That simply wasn't going to do. She needed all of him in her. "Anon! Anon, you didn't-Ahh!"

Her words got cut off as Anon started to move his hips again, pulling himself back out of her. The sensation of his big manhood pushing and sliding against her walls felt just as amazing as when he had been going in. The process went a lot faster this time, though it left Buizel feeling uncomfortably empty inside now that her very large guest had departed.

It didn't stay that way for long, though. When Anon stopped with just the tip left inside of her, she knew what was coming. Anon was about to start fucking her. She mentally and physically prepared herself for the wild ride, an overly-excited grin plastered on her muzzle.

Anon pushed his hips forward and sunk himself back into her. It wasn't a fast thrust, but it wasn't slow either. Buizel gasped loudly as she felt that whole sequence of being filled and stretched to her limits all over again, but faster. Anon only gave her a few moments to think about it before he pulled back and thrust into her again, this time just a bit faster.

"Aah! Ooh…!" Buizel moaned as he thrust into her again. She glanced at her lower half, seeing that bump in her abdomen again. Anon pulled out and it disappeared, then sunk his cock back in so that it reappeared. She felt her arousal burn brighter.

"Oh, God…!" Anon moaned as he thrust into her a couple more times. He was starting to pick up the speed, now thrusting into her once every two seconds. "This is…incredible…" he said with a strained voice.

Buizel was gasping and moaning softly with every thrust. Every movement of his cock in and out of her sent ripples up her spine and electric tingles down to her toes. Her whole pussy, from her slit to her depths, was being treated to a constant euphoric sensation. It felt so damn good. Buizel could honestly say she had never felt this good from a penis before in her life. What was happening to her?

She realized a moment later that she didn't care. She was having sex with Anon! His cock felt so good, and she loved the way he buried it into her burning, dripping pussy. Her tongue was hanging out of her muzzle now as she panted wildly. Every thrust of his cock stimulated her clit and tickled her most sensitive spots deep inside.

"Aaah!! Anon!" she exclaimed, "This is amazing! You feel so good! A-and you're so b-big…!"

"Tight…" Anon murmured, his voice sounding lost in pleasure.

"Mmf! Yes! Fuck me! Fuck your tight little Buizel girl! I'm all yours, Anon! Give it all you got!"

Anon gave her a particularly hard, powerful thrust that made the bed squeak loudly. "Bwark!" Buizel yelped as she felt a strong spike of pleasure, seasoned with just a hint of pain. It felt incredible. She wanted him to do it again, and luckily she didn't have to ask him.

Buizel screamed out in pleasure as Anon started fucking her faster and harder. The bed made so much noise, and it was accompanied by the lewd wet sounds of their bodies slapping together. Buizel could feel herself starting to get dizzy. Her head was awash in the throes of pleasure and ecstasy. She was Anon's fucktoy now. Her body was his to use. She loved every minute of it.

"Bwaaaaark!!" Buizel cried out as she came for the second time. She could feel her juices gushing out onto her hind legs, which had started to twitch. She let out a shout of satisfaction with every twitch she felt in her pussy. She happily rode the wave of that orgasm to its conclusion.

But that was just another small one. She could feel the big one still brewing in her somewhere, just waiting to come out. Meanwhile, Anon hadn't stopped fucking her once.

Once the orgasm-clouds had cleared from her mind, she tilted her head back and called out, "Anon! Hey, Anon!"

"Nghh…What?" Anon said as he slowed himself to a stop, "What happened? Did I hurt you?"

She couldn't decide whether to snicker or scoff at him. "No, ya big dummy! You're not putting the whole thing in! C'mon, I want the full package!"

Anon tilted his head and looked down under his chest at her. "The whole thing…? Buizel, I…I don't think the whole thing's gonna, y'know…fit."

"Oh, screw that nonsense, bwark! I can handle it! It'll be a tight fit, but…Anon, I want all of you. I want alllll of you inside me!"

"Well…" Anon skewed his lips, "I dunno. I've been holding myself back so I don't hurt you. You're a lot smaller than me an-"

"What??" Buizel barked, "Holding back?! Anon, c'mon, please! I've been craving this for so long! Don't hold back on me! I'll tell you to stop if I need to! Just…J-just put it all in! …Please!"

Anon still looked a little unsure, so Buizel shifted her hips a little and ground a couple of extra centimetres into her. The brief shock of pleasure across Anon's face was easily visible.

"You're…sure you want this?" Anon murmured. It now sounded like he was struggling to hold himself back.

"Bwark!"

"All right. Hold on to something. Here we go…!"

Buizel's heart leapt into her throat as a wave of excitement suddenly crashed over her. She tilted her head back down and looked between her legs, once again taking in the sight of Anon's cock buried into her slit. Still, though, a whole quarter of his cock remained untouched and unappreciated. Buizel was determined to change that.

She felt the bed shift as Anon steadied himself, and she braced herself against the bed as well. Anon's manhood was already at the deepest point it had been so far, with that little bump in her belly. Then, Anon started to push his hips forward some more.

"Nggggh-aaaahhh…!" Buizel half groaned, half moaned. That feeling of pressure returned; that sensation of there being no room left to hold anything else, which Buizel tenaciously ignored. Little by little, Anon's cock did slide into her. It was very slow going, and Buizel felt quite a bit of discomfort. She felt her inner walls being stretched further, further, further. Anon's cock was stretching her insides out, pushing them beyond their limits.

About an inch and a half of his cock still remained to be taken. Buizel refused to say 'stop'.

Buizel watched in fascination as the bulge in her belly grew. She was pretty sure she had never taken anything this big before, or she would have remembered the belly bulge. The vague shape of the head of Anon's cock pushed her belly outward.

It hurt. It had definitely started to hurt, but it was nothing she couldn't handle. Some of her more wild girlfriends had been into some pretty painful stuff in the bed. She reasoned that it would all be worth it.

Anon groaned as he worked on sinking the last inch of his cock inside of her. Buizel groaned as well. It felt like Anon's cock was poking through into her stomach. It felt like her insides were being re-arranged. The bulge in her belly grew, forming the shape of his cock as it pushed against her tummy. It hurt like hell, but it also felt incredible. The mix of sensations was amazing.

Buizel felt Anon's balls press up against her backside, and she gasped. Looking down, she could see Anon's cock was hilted inside of her. She'd done it!

"Holy hell, it fit…" Anon murmured.

"Heh…" Buizel replied in a strained voice, "J-just barely…"

"How're you doing? You okay?"

"I'm fant_aaaa_stic…!"

"Really?" Anon's voice sounded surprised. "You mean it doesn't hurt?"

Buizel snickered. "Of course it hurts, bwark! Look how big you are and how tiny I am! But, it's a good kind of hurt, Anon. It feels…it feels so good…s-so full…! I got…all of Anon in me…! Just the idea alone is…" She trailed off for a moment, and then spoke up again. "How does it feel for you?"

"I have…never fucked anything this tight before. This is incredible."

Hearing that, Buizel smiled. "Then I'm happy, Anon! Don't worry about me, Anon! I promise I'm enjoying it! Just…C'mon! Start moving! Fuck me!"

"All right, crazy girl…" Anon started to pull himself out.

"I expect you to hilt me with every thrust!"

"You used to be so cute and innocent. What happened to you?" Anon said jokingly.

Buizel giggled, and then started to moan softly as Anon's cock slid out of her. It was always a weird sort of empty, unpleasant feeling when whatever was in her pussy was pulled out, but this took it to a whole new level. With Anon's cock no longer stretching out her pussy and filling her up so much, it felt like there was a void inside of her. Like she was truly empty and something important was missing. She watched the bulge in her stomach disappear, and it almost made her a little sad to see it go.

Once again, Anon paused with just the tip still inside of her. He adjusted himself on the bed, waited a second, and then sunk his cock right back into her. Buizel cried out as she was filled up again. Anon had respected her request and pushed his entire length into her again. It felt like a punch to the gut, but with so much pleasure mixed in.

Anon pulled out and thrust in again. The sensation she usually got from something running against her inner walls was amplified threefold. Nerve clusters and pleasure centres she hadn't even known about were being stimulated. She was almost certain that he was hitting her cervix. Maybe even pushing against it.

"Keep going?" Anon asked.

"Holy bwark, yes!" Buizel barked nonsensically.

Anon started to pick up the pace, giving her a rush of nervous excitement. He thrust his whole length into her faster, hilting her every single time. She felt his balls tapping against her tailhole and the base of her tail. As he sped up some more and started to get into a rhythm, Buizel got to watch every movement of the cock inside of her thanks to her belly bulge. The movement of Anon's member through her painfully-stretched tunnel was indescribable. Her copious amounts of liquid arousal helped the intruding organ move without much resistance, but she could feel herself being pried open with every thrust.

The whole experience made her feel nervous, maybe even a bit frightened. It was the same kind of energy one would get while in the middle of a bungee jump. The thought that what was happening was amazing and felt great, but that there was a real fear that something could go wrong at any time, even if it were unlikely. Watching that protrusion in her stomach constantly move with every thrust into her was mesmerising. The phrase 'ripped in half' kept repeating in her brain.

Despite all that, though, she couldn't ignore how absolutely incredible it felt. And, as Anon continued to speed up his thrusts, she felt the pain less and less. Soon, all she could focus on was the mind-blowing feeling of being filled past capacity by Anon and his human cock.

"Aah! Ah! Ah! Ah!" Buizel yelped in pleasure with every thrust. Her hind legs were starting to ache from holding them open so widely, but she endured it. Every time Anon pounded himself deep into her pussy, it sent a sharp jolt of incredible sensations through her whole body. She had never been clear on whether the 'G-spot' really existed or not, but if it did then Anon was definitely hitting it.

How could he not? He was hitting every spot inside of her!

Buizel had lost count of the multiple mini-orgasms she had experienced during this massive dicking. Each one felt like it was coming directly from her core. She could feel the pillow under her ass, which was now absolutely drenched. Her fur probably fared no better.

"Ffffuck, this is too good…" Anon muttered, "I can't hold out much longer."

Buizel moaned loudly and then replied, "D-don't worry. I can't…either!"

With Anon starting to thrust harder and with more purpose, the force ended up sliding her along the bed on her back. While kind of fun and invigorating, it wouldn't be any good if her rear-end fell off the pillows. So, she used her forepaws to try and shuffle herself back into position.

What ended up happening, however, was much better. She had pushed herself back up onto the pillows at exactly the same moment that Anon gave her a particularly powerful thrust. The two opposing momentums met, causing Buizel's hindquarters to 'roll' up under Anon's stomach. She yelped in surprise as she ended up with her hind paws hanging directly above her face.

Anon kept fucking her, though, and her moans grew in pitch. She had unintentionally gotten into the 'jackhammer' sex position, with Anon now drilling her from above. His cock was still buried in her pussy, stretching her out and bulging her belly, but now every movement of his hips was aided by gravity as well. Her back bent with every thrust, aching just a little, as she laid there beneath him completely helplessly. She was locked in place, trapped beneath the much taller, much bigger, much stronger Anon.

Buizel started to scream in ecstasy as Anon's movements increased to a fevered pitch. It felt like he was going even deeper into her now, and it felt out of this world. This new position had her pussy directly above her own face, and the former was already dripping juices onto the latter. She got a good taste of her own arousal, simply due to the fact that she couldn't close her mouth because she couldn't stop screaming.

Her mind started to fizzle. This was starting to approach the level of 'too much'. It felt like any more and her brain would completely fry. "Anon!" she cried out, "Anon, I…Aaah, Anon!!" She was panting and breathing so hard, her heart was pounding wildly in her chest, and the most incredible mix of pain and pleasure coursed through her entire body.

"I…I can't, Buizel!" Anon panted, "I'm…g-gonna cum!"

Buizel's eyes opened wide.

"Should I…p-pull out?"

"Fuck no, bwark!!

"Are you sure…? You might explode."

Buizel shook her head wildly and said, "I don't care! Do it! I'm…I'm so close…!"

Anon groaned loudly as he slammed into her once, then twice. Buizel was so close to the edge. She could feel her 'big one' just barely over the horizon, ready to strike at any time. All she needed was a little bit of a push.

Then, Anon gave her that push.

With a loud, orgasmic cry, Anon hilted himself inside of her once more with a very powerful thrust. From the first throb of his cock inside of her, Buizel was already in heaven. She felt Anon shoot a very healthy amount of his essence into her, filling up what little space was available within seconds. It was only by the second throb of his cock that Anon's cum started to leak out of her pussy and down her hips.

Buizel's breath caught in her throat. The sensation of being filled like this, feeling like his cum was being pumped right into her stomach, the incredibly warm sensation that very quickly enveloped her entire lower body, and the almost-painful feeling of being filled up way beyond capacity…It all felt so incredible and brought her right to the brink of her big orgasm.

What tipped her over the edge was the thought that finally, after all these months and all the time they had spent together, she was finally getting to feel Anon's cum. His real, tangible, sticky, warm cum. And it was inside of her.

Buizel screamed loud enough to pierce the heavens as she came explosively hard. One of the most powerful orgasms she had experienced in her entire life mercilessly attacked her body, quickly overloading all of her senses. She felt her pussy clamp down on Anon's huge cock, milking it for all it was worth. Again, since her pussy was right above her head, she was treated to a veritable shower of her own juices as her pussy squirted out more of her own cum than perhaps ever before.

While all of this happened, Anon continued to cum inside of her. She could feel so much cum leaking out of her pussy and down her legs, running down her fur like a river. A bunch of it dripped down into her open mouth as well, giving her a delicious mix of their two flavours. And, he kept on cumming. With his cock still buried way deeper than it was ever meant to go, he unloaded more and more of his hot essence into her deepest depths. It felt like her stomach was going to explode. She could swear she saw the bulge in her belly get even bigger.

Buizel simply laid there, pressed down onto the bed by the weight of her Anon like a warm embrace. Her hind legs dangled limply in the air as she rode out the last waves of her intense orgasm. Her face and muzzle were now absolutely drenched in a mix of juices, and she was starting to feel lightheaded. She was certain she had experienced two or three small orgasms in the middle of her big one as well. It was that mind-blowing.

Anon's climax wore down and he finally stopped cumming. His cock took up so much space that only about a tenth of his load was still inside of her, but that still felt like quite a bit to the smaller Buizel. He sighed in post-orgasmic bliss and muttered, "Holy fuck, that was incredible…"

"Ahhnnn…" Buizel moaned, still in the last few ripples of her own climax. Pleasure was the only thing she could feel across her whole body, which was concentrated in a wild spike of sensations right between her legs. She could feel Anon's load inside of her, so deep it really did feel like it was in her stomach, and his huge cock was still stretching her out. She let out one last moan before her climax finally ended. Afterwards, she felt completely numb from head to tail. Literally, Anon's cock was the only thing keeping her upright.

She let out another moan that made her sound like a Wailord, and was now starting to feel the effects of the blood rushing back to her head all at once. The whole world around her was very quickly becoming dark and fuzzy.

Anon grunted, shifted himself on the bed, and suddenly pulled his entire length out all in one go. Buizel barked loudly from the sudden rush of stinging pleasure, and then promptly flopped down onto her back on top of the bed with a big fwoomph sound.

She closed her eyes. Right now, she felt incredible. Everything felt amazing, even though she suddenly felt really tired. As far as afterglows went, this was in the top three. Everything was right with the world.

She blacked out a few seconds later.

…

Some time later, Buizel started to stir. The outside world returned to her in a fuzzy mess, and her body screamed at her to just lay her head down and go back to sleep. Her head was a whirling mess, but she knew three things for sure.

She was warm and cozy.

She was still quite exhausted.

And her pussy ached like hell.

Buizel forced herself to sit up, though it took a lot of effort. She groaned and shook her head to clear her vision. When she looked around and saw that she was in Anon's bedroom, she remembered what had just happened before. A huge blush attacked her cheeks as memories of her wild intercourse with Anon filled her mind.

No wonder her pussy ached so much! She remembered the bulge in her belly, and retroactively wondered what the hell she had been smoking to consider doing something like that.

But a goofy smile slowly grew on her muzzle. It had definitely been worth it. That had been one rollercoaster of an orgasm, and even now she still felt a little fuzzy all over from the remnants of the afterglow. She would be walking funny for sure, but damn it was worth it.

Sex with Anon had been everything she had hoped for. After months of magic-glove-diddling, it was only natural that her expectations were quite high. Luckily, though, her expectations had been met. It felt like a huge weight had been lifted off of her shoulder. It felt like parts of her mind had been cleared up, now that she had finally gotten what had been teased to her for so long.

She glanced over to the side and saw that Anon was snoozing on the other side of the bed. She smiled softly at his somewhat silly-looking expression. It was such a relief to know that he could do more than just be a floating glove. Coming all this way, across dimensions and such, to see him had been a great idea. It was going to be hard to leave him, now that she knew what sex with him was really like.

Her smile vanished. "Leave him…" she murmured under her breath.

A thought that she had pushed to the back of her mind suddenly came forth. Was she going to leave him? She had come here after Abra had warned her that she might not be able to come back. She might not be able to go home.

'Home'. That's what she called it. More memories of past conversations with the Psychic-Type formed in her head. She had told Abra that she was fine and dandy with calling this dimension her home if she did end up being trapped here. It still wasn't clear what the verdict was on that subject, but she had already expressed her acceptance of possibly burning that bridge behind her.

A troubled look overcame her. The significance of what she had done suddenly weighed much heavier upon her. She had just casually thrown away her entire life, all to come and see Anon. It was as if a semi-truck full of reality had just run her over. "Oh my god…" she whispered to herself, "What did I do…?"

She thought back to all of the events that had taken place before the dimension hop, but it felt like a dream to her. The way she acted and the things she had said didn't make any sense. Of course, coming to see Anon and being intimate with him had been fantastic and she had thoroughly enjoyed herself, but now the risks she had so readily ignored were all she could think about. Why? Why had she been so quick to throw everything away and put everything on the line just to come here? Just to see Anon?

Buizel glanced over at Anon's sleeping form again, still with a troubled expression. She came here because she loved him.

…Right?

If she loved him, then why had she not said anything to him yet? There had been at least 24 hours' worth of time to say 'I love you'. Buizel thought about it, and remembered that she had planned to shout it to the heavens when they both climaxed together.

And she hadn't said it.

Looking at Anon now, Buizel tried to focus on that love she had felt for him. That feeling deep in her heart that she knew had been love for him. It had been so strong and so omnipresent during the past few weeks, but…

It was gone now.

"Oh my god!" Buizel exclaimed, trying to keep herself quiet but failing to do so. She held her paws up to her mouth as her worried expression grew worse.

Anon was instantly woken up. "Mn? Huh?" he mumbled sleepily. He yawned, stretched a bit, and then looked up at her. His grogginess vanished once he saw her expression and he sat up next to her immediately. "Hey, what's the matter?" he asked in a caring voice.

Buizel's eyes were wide and she was staring ahead at the wall, her paws still held to her mouth. She tried to say something, but all that came out was a soft whimper and then she started to tremble a little. Anon, perhaps seeing her fragile state, didn't say anything else and simply draped one of his arms over her shoulder. He used it to pull her into a gentle, warm hug.

She didn't cry, but it felt like she came very close to that threshold a few times. It was true that after waking up, she had felt like her mind was a lot clearer and less cluttered than before. Unfortunately, that blessing was a double-edged sword. At least ten silent minutes passed before Buizel was able to speak, during which she thought about every single action she had undertaken over the past few weeks.

"Anon…?" she said in a quiet, hoarse voice.

"Yes?"

"I…haven't been completely forthcoming with you, bwark…"

"Oh?" he replied in a patient voice. He didn't sound upset or like he was pushing for information, but was rather just content to let her speak at her own pace.

"There's something I didn't tell you about…the thing Abra did to get me here." She then went on to explain everything about how the process was experimental and there may not be a way for her to get back.

"Are you serious?" Anon asked in quiet incredulity, "You might be stuck here? Forever?"

Buizel silently nodded.

"Oh my god…Why would you do that?"

"Because I…" Buizel turned her head and looked up at Anon, seeing his concerned eyes looking right back at her. "Because I…"

Because I love you.

"I…"

That's what she was supposed to say. The reason she threw everything away to be with him. Because I love you.

"…Because I…thought I loved you…"

Anon affixed her with a blank look. "…What?"

Buizel sighed. "I dunno, Anon. Over the past couple of weeks, I couldn't stop thinking about you. I spent every waking minute looking forward to the next time we'd have a session together. I couldn't sleep at night because I kept thinking about you, and all the nice things you say and…I remember wanting nothing more than to be with you, to hold you, to touch you, to feel you…

"But, well…The thing is, Anon…I've never really, truly been in love before. I didn't know what it felt like. With how much I thought about you, how much you were in my mind, it felt like I had fallen deeply, hopelessly in love with you and I needed to be with you no matter what."

Anon had been quite shocked throughout most of her explanation, but was now looking at her again with that caring, concerned expression of his. "But…I guess that's not really the case?"

Buizel sighed again and shook her head. "I think I was just…well…obsessed with you," she said with a shameful frown, "I think that all the time we spent together, plus all of the glove stuff, without really being together, it might've given me a bit of an unhealthy obsession. Looking back on it now, it makes so much more sense. I kept rationalizing it by thinking I wanted to be with you to spend time with you, but I could get that already through the glove. I just…"

She hung her head in shame. "I just wanted sex. Really badly…"

After a short pause, Anon spoke up. "Huh," he said matter-of-factly, "Well, I guess I can say I'm flattered by that?" After another pause, he added, "Don't beat yourself up over something stupid like that. Do y'know how badly I wanted to have sex with all of you?"

Buizel just mumbled.

"So…" Anon continued, "Now that you've had the sex you wanted so badly…?"

"Yeah, it's like…My brain's like 'That's just what I needed, thank you. Back to normal life now.' Except normal life is now a dimension away, possibly locked away forever." She lifted her gaze and stared ahead at nothing with a contemplative look. "I don't even crave that sex in the same way anymore. Now I'm thinking about pussy, about how much I want some pussy. That's, y'know, typical programming for my Buizel brain."

"Back to lesbian programs?" Anon joked.

"Ahh…" Buizel muttered, and then leaned back a bit on the bed so she could look up at the ceiling. "I think I'm more bisexual than I thought I was, honestly. Ever since coming to work for Abra I've been having more and more sex with guys. I still love pussy the best, though."

"Who could blame you?" Anon quipped.

"But I think I'm still homoromantic."

"Hey, now… You talk about Grovyle so much. Hasn't she given you the whole 'labels' talk?"

Buizel chuckled once. "Yeah, she has. I guess you have a point. Doesn't really matter, does it?"

"Yeah…"

A few moments of silence passed, and then Buizel let out a groan and buried her head in her paws. "Oh my god, I'm such an idiot! What is wrong with me? I…I just left all of my friends behind. And my family!"

Anon put an arm around her. "It's okay, sweetheart. Don't worry so much. You don't know for sure if you're trapped here, right?"

Buizel shook her head. "No, but…I still took that risk. I-I mean, no offense, seeing you has been really, really great, but…"

"I'm sure it'll be fine. Abra was smart enough to get you here, she'll be smart enough to get you back."

Sighing, Buizel just stared at the ground. "I was so focused on how badly I wanted to have real sex with you that I just ignored everything else. It was just something my body needed, above all else. Now that I got it, y'know…"

"Hey," Anon said, squeezing her shoulder a little, "Cut it out, okay? You're too cute to be upset like that. It'll be fine. Abra will find a way for you to get back home." He paused for a moment, and then continued speaking. "And…Buizel, if the worst happens and you can't go home, well…I would be very happy to have you stay with me. I'll do everything I can to make life comfortable for you here."

Buizel slowly turned and looked up at him. "Y-yeah?" She was blushing a little. He had called her 'cute' again.

"Oh definitely. My home is your home should you need it. I feel like you're a lifelong friend at this point."

Finally, Buizel managed to smile a little. "Thanks, Anon," she said, leaning over to hug him, "You're definitely a great friend. I hope we can stay friends forever, no matter what happens."

"I hope that too."

"I feel like a dummy…" she mumbled.

"Hey, don't beat yourself up. It happens to the best of us, I suppose. The brain is a weird thing, and it does weird stuff sometimes."

Buizel giggled softly. "Especially a Buizel brain."

They stopped hugging, and then Anon glanced down. He noticed that he was still naked and had nothing but his blanket covering him up. "I guess I should go put on some clothes?"

"Nah." Buizel waved her paw dismissively. "I don't care, man. I still don't even have any clothes over here."

"Oh, okay…" Anon paused for a moment. "Are we gonna pretend last night didn't happen, or…?"

Buizel snickered. "For a guy who finger-bangs like seven different Pokémon on a daily basis, you're kinda overthinking this."

"Mm, fair enough," Anon said with a shrug. He glanced around for a moment and then asked, "So, what was supposed to happen now? Was Abra going to contact you, or…?"

A bit of a sobering look returned to her expression, but she nodded and said, "She was going to keep in touch with me while she had sessions with you. But, well, apparently the system fried. I just haveta wait until she fixes it."

"Oh. All right. I guess I'll just check again later this evening."

"Yeah…"

Anon gave her a one-armed hug once more. "Stop worrying, okay? It'll be fine. You're not alone in this, and I'm not just talking about me. Even if you are trapped here, you can still talk to all of your friends through Abra's system."

Buizel was silent for a moment, but then looked up at Anon and nodded. "I guess you're right. Not much I can do about it now anyways." She smiled softly. "Thanks, Anon."

"No problem, cutie pie."

"Oh my god, stoppp. You're too sweet."

Anon made his way to the edge of the bed and stood up. Buizel blushed a little as she caught a glimpse of what was between his legs. "I dunno about you, but I'm starving. We kinda passed out right in the middle of the day."

Buizel idly glanced out the window, where she saw the midday sun shining. "…Oh yeah."

"Want anything?"

She glanced up at him, a thoughtful look on her face. "Uhh…I dunno if you…Well…Can we have pancakes?" She felt a little silly asking for pancakes in the middle of the day, but she liked pancakes and didn't care what time of day it was.

"Sure! Anything for my potential new roommate."

Buizel's eyebrows shot up as a mix of very opposite emotions filled her. She was happy that he was so welcoming and was being a good friend, and she liked being called a roommate, but it also reminded her of the bad possibilities of the near future. Eventually she smiled, though. "I guess I can't lie," she said, "If I do have to be stuck here, I'll be happy it's with you. You're an amazing person, Anon."

Anon grinned. "I think we can make it work. Though I do hope you get to go back home."

Buizel's eyes darted down briefly and then she asked him, "Are you gonna cook naked?"

His response was a loud guffaw. "Fuck no!" he replied, "I tried that once for a girl. Bad idea."

"Bwehehe…" Buizel giggled. She then tried to stand up, but winced as she did. "Um…could you bring it up here?" she asked, "I…don't think I'm gonna be able to move for a while…"

…

Four days passed without any word from Abra.

The system that Anon used to communicate with Abra and the other Pokémon continued to be non-functional, leading Buizel to believe that she had really done on a number on it when she'd hopped dimensions. On the first day she had been feeling worried and anxious, but Anon had managed to convince her that there was no use worrying until Abra finally did contact them. That managed to raise her spirits.

From then on, Buizel enjoyed herself in the company of Anon. Things felt a little more natural between them now. It just felt so much more right when they treated each other like friends. Perhaps, even best friends.

Buizel felt so much better mentally after her romp with Anon. It really had cleared out all of the cobwebs in her head. It made it easier to talk to Anon, it finally let her get a good, long night's sleep, and all in all left her feeling quite satisfied. It sort of felt like the first week after a bad heat.

The two treated things like an extended stay vacation. Anon was still hesitant to let her out of the house, but she understood. Pokémon apparently did not exist in this universe, which was a fascinating topic to discuss. Instead they spent a lot of time in each others' company, watching TV, playing video games, talking about everything they could think of, and browsing the internet.

A few barriers had come down in the process, and the two of them often talked about some saucier subjects. Since Buizel no longer had that "Don't get horny and have sex within 24 hours" thing to worry about, everything was on the table now. Anon was very interested to hear about Buizel's experience with the other Pokémon of Abra's team in the bedroom. He seemed particularly interested to hear her talk about Lucario and his 'equipment'. Buizel, in turn, asked him about some of his own previous sexual partners in this world. Anon was also kind enough to show her where to find porn on his world's internet, and she spent quite a number of hours lazily browsing lesbian porn.

They fooled around quite a bit too. Buizel may not have been head over paws in love with him or obsessed with him, but they were still two open and willing participants in a little bit of sexy fun. They tried all sorts of different positions. She never let Anon hilt himself in her again, though. Once was enough in that regard. She still always insisted that he cum inside of her, though. She got plenty of loads both in her pussy and down her throat.

The fourth day was when something really special happened. Anon invited over a friend of his whom he trusted enough to reveal Buizel's presence to. She was a young human female with long blonde hair and a very colourful outfit named Alex. After the initial shock of seeing a Pokémon, Alex warmed up to her quite quickly, and Buizel warmed up to her as well. Buizel was so excited when things moved to the bedroom. She would thank Anon endlessly afterwards for giving her a chance to taste some human pussy too. Halfway through their fun, Anon joined in and they all shared a mind-blowing threesome.

It was now Buizel's sixth day in Anon's world. She was starting to get a bit worried that Abra hadn't fixed the system yet. Abra was not only super-smart and very hard-working, but she was also very dedicated to what she did. The fact that it was taking her this long to fix it was troublesome.

It was just a few minutes to 5pm, and nearly time for Anon to check if the system was up. The two were idly browsing funny pictures on the internet while they waited.

"Hey, Anon?"

"Hm?"

"Thanks for making my stay here so wonderful. Y'know, so far."

Anon chuckled. "It's my pleasure. It's been awesome having you around. Feels like we're meant to be best friends, doesn't it?"

"Heh. Yeah, it sorta does." Buizel glanced up at Anon. He was wearing a t-shirt and shorts, while she was still naked. It felt so weird to go this long without wearing any swim trunks, but they both figured it wasn't worth getting clothes for her unless it was certain that her stay would be longer. This constant nudity had led to Anon's fingers sneaking over to covertly finger her a few times. Not that she minded.

"Well, thanks anyway. You're a really great guy."

"No need to thank me."

Buizel then glanced at the computer screen and was silent for a moment. "I miss my friends…"

Anon stopped what he was doing and looked down at her, a compassionate look on his face. "You'll get to talk to them soon, one way or the other."

"How's that going to work, exactly? Isn't the system, like, set up to your voice or something?"

Shrugging, Anon replied, "You'd have to ask Abra."

The two were interrupted by a sound effect. A flashing notification appeared on Anon's screen. "Ah! There it is!" Anon proclaimed excitedly.

"The system's back??" Buizel barked.

"Yeah, looks like it. Let's open it up!"

Buizel eagerly hopped up on the back of Anon's chair and looked over his shoulder as he opened the application and signed in to the program. She watched with great interest, as she had never seen the whole setup from this side before. She saw a 'main menu' of sorts, where she saw still images of four of her friends, as well as a large floating image of Abra above. Buizel rolled her eyes at Abra's ego.

"There," she said, pointing with her paw, "Abra's in novice. Abra's never in novice, so she's probably there to talk to us."

Anon nodded and clicked on Abra's picture. A few seconds later, they were taken to a new screen with two video feeds. One showed the empty glass cases where the bugs would go later. The other, however, showed a very welcome sight.

"Abra!!" Buizel cheered. It was such an uplifting feeling to see her old friend, even if it was cranky ol' Abra. "Abra, it's so good to see you!"

Abra was sitting on a bed with pillows that looked very familiar to Buizel. This, she realized, was how Anon saw her every time they had a session. Abra was dressed in her typical brown shorts. "Anon? Hello?" Abra was saying, "Can you hear me?"

"We hear you, Abra!" Buizel cheerily responded.

"Yeah," Anon agreed.

"'Yeah'? I suppose that means you can hear me. Ah, yes, there's the glove. Connection is successful."

Buizel's eyes briefly darted down to Anon's right hand. It looked no different than it usually did, but as she watched it she saw it perfectly mirror the actions of the glove on-screen. How did that even work?

"Abra!" Buizel said, returning her attention to the screen, "What happened? Where've you been?"

"I am relieved to finally connect with you again, Anon. For a while there, I was afraid the system was unrepairable…"

Anon glanced over his shoulder and said, "I think she can only hear me."

"Oh," Buizel said. She had been grumping a little at Abra ignoring her, but that made sense to her.

"Hm?" Abra spoke up, "Am I to presume by that statement that Buizel is there with you?"

Buizel giggled softly and Anon said, "Yeah, she's here. She's perfectly fine."

"Excellent. Good to hear that at least some good came of that catastrophe." Abra held a claw to her forehead, looking tired. "Sending that horny rodent through the dimensions nearly blew up the whole entire system. A few parts caught fire, and of course I had just sent away our Water-Type. Everything was completely overloaded, and I had to work on debugging the whole system day and night. Ugh…"

"Wow, that sounds rough," Anon commented.

"'Rough' does not begin to describe it…" Abra sighed, but then spoke in a more conversational tone. "So, your side of this experiment was a success, then? No long-lasting side-effects? The sky didn't turn orange or anything?"

"Nah," Anon replied, "She was all loopy and her muscles didn't work for a bit, but afterwards she didn't have a scratch on her. We've been having a great time together ever since." He paused and then added, "Thank you so much for putting this together, Abra. I never expected it. These have been the best few days of my life so far."

Buizel smiled, touched by his words.

"Right, whatever," Abra said dismissively, and then sarcastically added, "Have you two set a wedding date yet?"

Buizel winced slightly at Abra's words. Looking back, her previous behaviour must have seemed pretty out there to Abra.

"Uh, actually, she wants to know if she can come home," Anon replied.

Abra was quiet for a few moments. Then, Buizel could swear she saw the tiniest little flash of a relieved smile before the Psychic-Type spoke. "Indeed, I figured as much," she said, "Well, lucky for her, though that system crash may have been utterly catastrophic, it also provided me with some incredibly useful raw data to analyze. She can't come back today, or the system might just collapse in on itself. I am confident, however, that in a couple of days I can facilitate her safe travel home."

Buizel gasped loudly. "R-really? Anon, ask her if she's sure!"

Anon chuckled and said, "She just said she was confident she'd be able to. You're going home, crazy girl."

"Yaaaaay!!" Buizel hopped off the chair and landed on the ground, where she threw up her hind paws into the air with a cheer. She then proceeded to do a happy little dance on the floor, with Anon watching in amusement. "Oh my gosh, I'm so relieved!"

"That's great, Abra," Anon said to the other Pokémon, "She's really happy about that."

"Well, good for her," Abra replied, "It would have been unfortunate to lose an employee on my end."

Buizel looked up and saw Anon roll his eyes. They both knew Abra was secretly happy to be able to bring her back home.

"So, uh…" Anon then said, "Let me ask you this… Is this…the last time this is ever going to happen?"

On the screen, Abra's eyebrows raised up. Buizel's did the same. "My my, Anon," Abra commented, "Trying to 'catch' 'em all?"

Anon just chuckled. "I know some of your employees who would probably be really happy to hop over." He glanced over his shoulder. "…and some who probably wouldn't mind coming back."

Buizel grinned excitedly, eager to hear Abra's answer.

"I cannot say for sure. The risk might be too high, but we shall see…"

"Good!" Anon said cheerfully, "Then I can finally do butt stuff to you for real!"

Buizel suppressed a snicker, and the room fell silent for a moment.

"Congratulations," Abra replied drolly, "You just lost your chance to play with a naked, horny Abra after a novice puzzle."

…

It was finally time. A couple fun-filled days had passed, but it was time for Buizel to go back home.

It was evening, and the two were sitting in Anon's room. Buizel was feeling bittersweet about her imminent departure. Regardless of the circumstances, she couldn't deny that this had been one of the best weeks of her life in many different ways. She might not have been in the best mindset when she had first arrived, but that hadn't taken long to change. Either way, she was going to miss hanging out at Anon's place.

"I hope to see you soon," Anon was saying to her, seated next to her on the bed, "In real life, that is."

Buizel giggled softly. "Yeah. I'll probably be on sessions with you soon."

"Heh. We really shouldn't think of it as a goodbye, y'know."

"Yeah. We'll still get to talk to each other all the time! I, uh…I'm hoping to convince Abra to work on getting e-mail set up between us…Or Skype or something."

"Aw, that'd be awesome!"

A moment of silence passed. Buizel looked up at Anon, who was smiling back down at her. She felt happy being here with him. There were still no feeling of romance, but she felt like she was in the company of a wonderful friend.

"One more hug from the naked Buizel girl?" she asked cheekily.

"Hey, c'mon, how'm I supposed to refuse an offer like that?"

Buizel laughed, and then hopped up on Anon's lap so she could give him a nice, warm hug. Buizel nuzzled herself into his embrace. Romance or not, Anon's hugs felt really, really nice.

She then squeaked in surprise. "Hey, cut that out!" she admonished him, "If you start fingering my ass again, I'm never gonna want to leave."

Anon just laughed good-naturedly. "Guess I'll wait to put on the glove then?"

Buizel gave him a sly smirk and winked. "I look forward to it."

"Heh…Goodbye for now, Buizel. Come back soon."

"I sure hope I can. Pick me first when you see me on session duty!"

"You got it!"

Buizel smiled, sat in his lap for just a few more moments, then finally tore herself away and hopped down onto the ground. She made her way towards the computer. "Heh…" she commented, "Abra streamlined the process, so at least this time I don't have to furiously masturbate to thoughts of you in order to get it to work."

"…Wait, what?"

…

It was late evening. The house was quiet.

Buizel lifted her paw and gingerly knocked three times on the door.

A few moments passed before the latch clicked and the door swung inward, revealing a pleasantly surprised face behind it. "Oh, Buizel! You're back! We haven't seen you for at least a week!"

The Water-Type smiled. "Hi, Grovyle. Yeah, I was…taking a break from things," she said, still upholding her promise to Abra to keep the whole thing under wraps for the time being.

Grovyle smiled warmly. "I'm so glad to hear that. Are you feeling better? I remember you were pretty frazzled and sleepless the last time I saw you."

"Yeah, actually, I'm a lot better. It's nice to see you again. I missed you and everybody else."

"Aww, we missed you too," Grovyle said sweetly, "Did you enjoy your time off?"

"Heh…" Buizel chuckled softly, "I sure did."

"Good to hear!"

Buizel glanced off to the side for a moment, idly twiddling her paws, before speaking up once again. "Um, Grovyle? Uh…Do you…? Do you want to go out to a restaurant or something some time with me?"

Grovyle tilted her head a little. "A restaurant?"

"Yeah…" Buizel said, gulping and trying to smile confidently. "Y'know…Like, on a date?"