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Keith pulled his jacket tighter around his chest with a soft grumble, stamping his feet and trying his best to control his shivering. The calm-but-cold air of the morning had become an all-out storm, and instead of warming up at all, it had actually gotten colder.

The ferry helped matters not one bit by being completely open-air. A simple ramp at the rear of it allowed people or small vehicles to embark and disembark. Sunlight, rain, hail, sea spray; it was all clear to splash down over any passengers during the mercifully short ride.

Keith eyed Aleda for a long moment. The ninetales was sitting against one wall of the ferry impassively, licking one of her paws. She sensed his gaze, and looked up at him, a single ear perking upwards.

Pursing his lips, Keith looked away, grumbling to himself again and giving another shiver.

“Nine,” Aleda said with a knowing smirk, black tongue switching to licking lazily at her other paw.

Keith gave a long exhale and a slight huff, and then turned to look at the fire-type again. “Please.”

Aleda gave a smug smile, and a very fake put-upon sigh, before she sidled up closer to him and pushed his jacket apart. The sleek fox-pokemon slid in against his chest with surprising ease, her long tails blanketing his legs and her soft, warm muzzle pushing up against his chin and the side of his throat. “Niiine,” she exhaled.

Keith lifted the edges of his jacket to lay over her sides, and gave a long, low little groan of delight that turned a few heads of the other passengers. He noticed a few jealous stares, and allowed himself a small smirk of pride, lifting a hand to lightly scritch at the base of Aleda’s ears.

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After an uneventful trip back to Mandarin Island, Keith ordered a cab back to the Violet Enterprises headquarters; there was just no way he could have walked that far. He now understood exactly what Fiona had meant about sore legs after a film shoot. Even standing in the elevator he had to lean against the wall to support himself. He was bowlegged and his thighs and calves hurt, forcibly reminding him of the day he had spent riding zebstrika around at a ‘hands-on daycare’ in his younger days.

Thankfully, the Violet Enterprises headquarters were air conditioned, and he didn’t need to bundle himself up against the cold. Outside the windows, a gray sky melded with a gray ocean, and a miserable drizzle fell across the entire city. The beaches were deserted except for those brave pokemon who ignored the cold and the drizzle, and the streets were devoid of anything except sparse cars.

It was perfect lazing-under-the-blankets weather, and with nothing else on his plate for the day, Keith did exactly that, just crawling in under the blankets in his Violet-Enterprises-appointed room and just set his tablet up nearby with a pokemon movie running to while away the lazy afternoon while he tried to recover from his shoot.

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Several days of rest passed, which Keith spent the majority of lazing around in bed and waiting for the public release of his first ‘special’ with Amber. He wasn’t quite sure what to expect, but the email he had received the afternoon of his suicune shoot told him that the public release would be in three days time. Depending on how well the video did, he might even get a bonus!

As he was an actor in Violet Enterprises ‘features’, Keith was emailed a special log-in name and password that gave him access to the full Violet Enterprises collection. And there was a lot of it. At best estimate, Keith had to guess at least a thousand hours of video, covering a spectrum of pokemon, of all different runtimes and suited to different tastes. There were some very neat categories everything was divided into; from ‘male human - female pokemon’, ‘female human - male pokemon’, and even some ‘special interest’ material that was purely pokemon-only erotica. In the brief look Keith had given it, he had seen video thumbnails proudly proclaiming ‘pokemon daycare!’ and showing an image of a male flareon quite literally breeding a female eevee.

Keith’s tastes were far too tame for any of that, and so he just idly clicked around on the various videos of trainers and pokemon fucking each other senseless, and cast furtive glances to the apparently quite-active forums where threads asked serious questions about which pokemon were the best to fuck. There was even a live-chat page that could be entered, but Keith was in no way mentally ready to open up that particular can of wurmples.

Keith was eating room service from the Violet Enterprise cooks, a group that consisted, he was told, of both humans and pokemon with culinary skills, giving him the strong mental image of the female machamp from the lobby cutting up a carrot and working a frying pan at the same time with her four arms. It was reasonably-priced and good enough that Aleda sat next to him the entire time he ate with a very expectant look on her face.

While feeding Aleda half of his meal, Keith got a notification on his account that a new video had been posted, and held his breath as he opened the link, finding a rather fancy splash with greyed-out shots of him vigorously fucking Amber.

There was something so bizarre about watching himself screwing a pokemon, and it actually really hit him in that moment that people might even recognize him from the film. With a little quiver, he closed the window, and then went back to distractedly staring at the forum posts, trying not to think about all of the people out there who would be jacking off to him screwing an absol in the coming hours.

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Several hours later found Keith once more perusing the Violet Enterprises website, and with his heart in his mouth for some reason, he opened up the video of him and Amber and then scrolled down to check how it was going.

More than five thousand views in just a few hours!

It was rated middling, with neither a high amount of people who were impressed, or disappointed by it.

But the main thing Keith was interested in were the comments. Unsurprisingly, most of the comments were about Amber, complementing the absol, discussing the colour of her flesh, fantasizing out loud about being the ones who got to blow a load in her open mouth, and several of them complaining about bad angles and low quality video ‘even though it’s a hidden-cam movie’.

The very few comments about Keith merely said ‘wow, lucky guy!’ and ‘new talent? Never seen him before.’

“I don’t know what I was expecting,” Keith said, sitting back in his chair, peering over at Aleda. “Do people ever recognize you?”

Aleda lifted her head off her paws and nodded. “Nine.”

“Awkward as fuck?”

“Nine,” Aleda said, nodding again.

Keith turned back to the screen, and then noticed another comment.

‘Shame the absol is female. What happened to that male absol VE used to have? Never got to see him mounting any of his trainers. Woulda loved to see him on top of this trainer here.’

Keith stared at the comment for a long moment, and was halfway through reaching for the ‘reply’ button to write a waspish response before he realised he was about to start an argument on the internet and just ended up closing the window entirely. He stared at the wall for a long moment, and then gave a shudder.

A knock on the door interrupted them, and Keith looked up, exchanging a glance with Aleda for a moment. There had been no visitors since they’d arrived and the only people who knocked on the door were people or pokemon delivering food service.

Keith rose to his feet, and made his way over to the door, pulling it open to find Fiona standing expectantly in front of it.

“May I come in?” she asked.

Keith nodded, opening the door wider for her to step inside. She sat down on the couch next to the door, and produced a tablet to place on the table. “I have a proposition for you, direct from Violet Enterprises,” she said, as Keith closed the door behind her.

“Don’t you guys usually do this over email?” Keith asked warily, sitting down on the end of the bed. “This isn’t illegal or something, is it?”

“Nothing like that,” Fiona said with a smile and shake of her head, reaching into a pocket. “This is just an offer for you, specifically, and requires a little more dialogue than an email would allow. I’d generally ring you and discuss it over the phone, but you’re right here in our headquarters, I’m here too, so I thought I’d swing by!

Fiona produced a brightly-coloured red-and-white package from her pocket, and Aleda stiffened on the bed, ears perking forwards intently. “These are her favorite,” Fiona said casually, opening up the wrapper to reveal something that resembled a chocolate bar. She tossed it underarm towards the bed, and Aleda caught it in her mouth, biting down on it quite happily. “So if she drags you into a convenience store at random, that’s what she’s after.”

“Nine!” Aleda said, muffled with her mouthful of poketreat.

“Can’t get them around here though, unfortunately. Have to get them shipped in,” Fiona said, reaching out a hand to pet the ninetales.

Aleda frowned, but allowed the petting, chewing on her poketreat.

“So, about this… offer?” Keith asked uncertainly.

“Right,” Fiona said, pulling her hand back and then holding up her little tablet. “Our schedule has been thrown out by our actor being hospitalized. He was, quite literally, tangled up with a tentacruel. Either way, he’s not going to be up to acting for a while. And we have a deadline to keep.”

“And my last contract was an emergency. You yourself said that I wasn’t your first choice,” Keith interjected.

Fiona frowned at him. “Don’t judge the I.Vs of a wonder-trade ponyta,” she chided. “You’re here, you’ve proven yourself at least capable of acting, and we could fit in a shoot while you travel to your next destination. It’s an offer, if you wish to take it.”

“I still haven’t decided what I want to do,” Keith admitted, frowning slightly. “I mean, live-in actor, or a travelling one. I want to visit places but I don’t want to spend all my money doing it.”

“Well, this shoot would pay for your travel there, at least. Were you hoping to visit Kanto?” Fiona said diplomatically.

Keith shook his head. “Johto, actually.”

“Well, we’re sending Zaria and Claire off to Kanto. You could catch a cruise ship from Kanto to Johto very easily. And the shoot would cover it by far.”

“Okay, so, what’s the catch?” Keith asked bluntly.

Fiona steepled her fingers. “The ferry is refuelling now, will leave tonight, and the shoot contains some kinks that you’ve marked aren’t… ideal.”

Keith sucked on his teeth for a moment. “Well. What are we talking about here?”

“Bondage, primarily. And all of the things that come with said bondage. Orgasm denial, teasing, etcetera.”

Keith sighed faintly, rubbing his temples with his fingers. “Well. Shit.”

“I’d say you could think it over, but this opportunity will be gone tomorrow. On the ferry with Zaria. She hates being in a pokeball and demands human transport as part of her contracts. She’s worth her quirks, though.”

“Hating being in a pokeball is a pretty common theme around here,” Keith said, shooting Aleda a glance.

“Of course.,” Fionda said with a giggle. “They’re related. At Violet Enterprises, you can demand to not be put in a pokeball. Pokemon can’t really do that anywhere else.”

“I guess,” Keith said, scratching the side of his neck awkwardly, and then turning in his chair to face Aleda. “So… do you want to go to Johto?”

Aleda perked her ears upwards, blinking once, staring back and forth between Fiona and Keith. “Nine?”

“Your input matters to me,” Keith stated simply.

Aleda’s ears splayed back, and she looked nervous for a moment. “Nine… Nine!”

“Is that a yes?”

Aleda nodded. “Nine.”

“Well, that’s settled then,” Keith said, turning back to Fiona. “I’ll accept the contract. Send me through the paperwork. Errr… emailwork? Digitalwork?”

“‘Paperwork’ works fine,” Fiona said with a short nod, rising to her feet. “I’ll get everything sorted and sent through to you.”

Keith and Aleda watched as Fiona excused herself, tapping on her tablet as she walked down the hallway.

Aleda rose to her paws after the door closed, and stepped over closer to Keith, delicately pushing into his lap and wrapping her paws around him in a awkward ninetales-hug, pushing her muzzle against his neck affectionately. “Niiiine.”

Keith smiled, and rested a hand on her shoulders, lightly stroking at the soft fur there, giving her a half-hug in response.

He picked his tablet up off the bedside table where it was charging, and flicked it on, scrolling through his emails for the paperwork Fiona was going to send over, in case that’s what she was doing when she left. He had a bunch of new emails from Violet Enterprise, mainly mass-sent job offers, most of them taking place in countries far away. Hoenn, Kanto, even a few back in Unova.

One email stood out for him, marked ‘urgent’, with the all-caps title: ‘DEFICIT OF MALE ACTORS’

The email itself was light on the details, but summed up; said that the number of ‘entertainers’ in the male-human, male-pokemon filming community had dwindled below acceptable levels and they were accepting curious male actors interested in earning big money.

The sums shown in example were almost double what Keith was getting for his contracts, and those were entry-level contracts!

Keith cast his thoughts back to a video he had watched of what he assumed was a younger FIona and an arcanine, and remembered that incredibly large canine cock. He winced visibly and then moved the email to the trash with a shudder.

“Y’all got no personal limits in this company,” Keith said with a shake of his head.

“Nine!” Aleda agreed with a smile.

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“Back on a boat again,” Keith sighed, staring out over the railing and watching the city skyline of Ascorbia receding slowly towards the horizon.

“Nine,” Aleda said with a lazy yawn and stretch, before leaning against his leg.

“I agree,” Keith said, sighing and leaning against the rail. “Well, this cruise, one short one after it, and we’re in Johto!”

“Nine!” Aleda said, more enthused.

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That evening found Keith in room 101, a very auspicious number considering he would be ‘learning’ so many new things. Aleda had elected to stay behind, taking up the entirety of the cabin’s bed with fluff and tails. The chill of the night in the air somewhat mitigating the heat of the powerful stage lights set up in the spacious deck-room.

Room 101 was a first-class cabin, with a wide floor, a king-size bed, walk-in bathroom/shower combination, a spa, a TV that was so big Keith would have to sit on the other side of the large room to watch it properly, and its own mini-bar.

All of the movable furniture had been pushed aside, to create a free space in the middle of the room. A green mat had been placed down, and a green, taught curtain across one side of the room with the cameras on the opposite.

Romero and Marcus, the cameraman and director Keith was already familiar with, were waiting by the camera. Zaria had already entered and hidden herself away in the walk-in cupboard, along with a cute Braixen named ‘Claire’ that Keith barely glimpsed before she joined the zoroark.

“Where’s the uh… props?” Keith asked, searching around for the right words.

“Not going to need any for this scene,” Marcus said with a smile, motioning for Keith to move towards the centre of the green area.

Keith stepped uncertainly over to it.

There was a faint ‘pop! and a shimmering ball of pink appeared in front of him. Unfolding into the shape of a mew right in front of their eyes. A long pink tail trailed down into a bulbous end, cute pink ears perked at both of them, and vibrant blue eyes looked back and forth between them inquisitively.

“Mew?” she asked, narrowing eyes at them.

“Our shoot is going to have you suspended above the ground in psychic bondage while our mew here teases you,” Marcus said with a warm smile.

“How long is this going to take?” Keith asked, reaching out a hand towards the mew.

“Mew!” the illusory mew exclaimed, tilting and pushing towards his hand, nuzzling against it happily.

Keith frowned deeply, and his earlier suspicions about the suicune were entirely confirmed. She felt ghostly. There was the sensation of pressure, of slight warmth, but none of the actual resistance of a real, flesh-and-blood pokemon. But as soon as he noticed the strange sensation, it disappeared, and ‘returned’ to normal. Frowning, he reached down to her tailbulb, feeling the soft, fuzzy fur of her tail sliding across his fingers until he could grasp the bulb of flesh and squeeze it curiously.

“Mew!” she protested, and Keith made a disgusted face as it felt like her tail turned into some kind of soft putty, feeling as though it was oozing from between his fingers and around his palm, almost like some kind of solid jelly.

Marcus stared at him dubiously. “I thought you got over this with the sucune?”

“Oh, my uh, hands were cold. Couldn’t feel anything,” Keith covered quickly.

Marcus shrugged, and then made a motion towards the cupboard with his chin. “We’ve got two pokemon because they’re both going to be working you. We want to preserve your natural reactions to stimulation, so we were deliberately rather… light on the description of what’s going to take place. Nothing outside of your kink boundaries, though.”

“Okay, so what should I be ex-WOAH!” Keith stumbled over his own words as a powerful force grasped around his ankles, shoulders, and lower back. His arms flailed on response as he was unceremoniously tipped over onto his back and then levitated several feet in the air. All of the muscles in his arms tensed and he fought back as the powerful grip tightened around his wrists as well and then forced them up over his head with inexorable strength. Keith stared around wildly, spotting that Romero had already begun filming and the cupboard where Zaria had disappeared had become a solid wall that same colour as the rest of the room.

The mew appeared in front of him again, and she giggled, wending her way back and forth in the air in front of his face.

“Was it you?!” Keith spluttered, trying to move his arms and legs, finding them very securely held in place. It was like iron bands wrapped in soft hides fastened around his wrists and held to a post.

“Mew,” she said sweetly, floating in the air in front of him, curling in a smooth, circular motion.

“What are you doing?” Keith asked, giving another tug at his invisible bindings. “Aren’t you… aren’t you a legendary?”

“Mew!” she responded with a high-pitched giggle, floating closer to his face and settling her weight gently on his chest, her tail laying over his thigh. “Mew.”

“I don’t… I can’t understand you,” Keith said helplessly, frowning up at her, tugging his wrists again. “C’mon, let me go.”

“Mew…” she responded thoughtfully, placing a little paw on his nose, and then on his mouth, silencing him. “Meeeew,” she purred, sliding her tail down his leg, and then to the side, right between his thighs to curl lazily across his crotch.

Keith’s eyes widened slightly, and he struggled a little bit more, pushing her paw away with a huff and staring up at her. “Did Suicune tell you about me?” He watched out of the corner of his eye as Marcus frowned, and exchanged a look with Romero behind the camera, before nodding and making a motion for him to continue.

“Zaria, it’s fine,” Marcus said aloud.

“What?” Keith asked, looking directly at Marcus. “We can do different takes?”

“Oh definitely,” Marcus said conversationally. “It’s going to take a few hours to get you worked up enough. Maybe more. Nobody wants to sit through ten hours of some late-teen guy getting teased.”

“Ten hours?” Keith asked, aghast.

Marcus shrugged. “Up to you, really. If you’re good at acting desperate, maybe it’ll be an hour, maybe even less!”

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Keith said, staring at the mew and then at Marcus.

“I’m not,” Marcus stated. “It’s a bondage shoot. If you’re not convincing, the entire shoot falls apart.”

Keith wrinkled his nose. “Ugh.”

“That’s the spirit,” Marcus said with a smile. “Now, Zaria, continue.”

Keith turned his attention back to the illusory mew, who shifted her weight. Keith felt the shifting of weight, and the light weight of the mew settling a little lower onto his stomach.

“Meeeeew…” she purred mischievously, pushing her round nose in against the hollow of his throat and giving a little lick against him.

A sudden, vibrant flash of an image seared across his consciousness, and his eyes watered as they widened for a moment. It was a strange viewpoint, something from someone else’s viewpoint, most likely Claire’s, considering the content of the image.

It was of a zoroark laying back against the wall of the cupboard, sprawled out lazily, but with one leg lifted just high enough to show the dark line of her glistening cunny.

Keith shook his head slightly, brow furrowing as he tried to push the image out of his mind. The mew in his lap stared at him, and then growled, reaching down with both paws to grasp at his shirt and tear it open, baring it to the air.

Keith squirmed again, hips lifting against his invisible bonds. “That was a good shirt!”

“Mew,” she said noncommittally, shrugging her little shoulders. Her tail wound up along his hip, and the bulb wormed its way between the band of his shorts and his flesh, pushing down across his crotch like a snake.

Stiffening up a little bit more, Keith sucked in a breath. “H-hey. What are you doing?”

“Mew!” she chided, smirking up at him and dragging her licks down even lower.

Keith grit his teeth, struggling a little more before giving a sigh and trying to relax. “Why are you doing this?”

The little pink pokemon stared at him, arching an eyebrow, before looking down at his pants. The seams on his pants burst open with psychic energy, falling to the ground in neat tatters, leaving him completely naked. He was suddenly aware of the night air in the room more acutely.

“Meeeeew,” she purred, a little paw slipping down to find his cock, laying on it and pushing it upright. Her paw could barely even stretch around half of it, and could only just manage a proper grasp.

Keith bit his lip, and sighed, shaking his head. “What is with you?”

“Mew!” she responded with another giggle, curling all the way around until her little pink tongue could swirl enticingly around his tip.

Keith sucked in a breath, legs tensing at the sensation. It was like satin, or silk, only softer. It was the softest tongue he could possibly imagine and it was slowly swirling around his tip. He bit his lip again, toes curling and cock rapidly stiffening to full, eager hardness.

“Mew!” she exclaimed again, giggling and letting his cock bounce against her nose, peering up at him from either side of it. Her tongue laid out against the base, and then swirled in a slow path right up towards his tip. She paused there, and stared at him with lustfully narrowed eyes, before laying a chaste little kiss against the very end of his bobbing cock.

Keith bit his tongue, legs and arms both fighting against the grip holding him in place, a growl of frustration leaving him as he couldn’t get any kind of motion.

“Mew,” she purred condescendingly, patting his stomach with a little paw. Her head tilted, and then pressed down over his cock, suckling lazily on the tip of his cock while that amazing tongue swirled slowly back and forth around the sensitive tip.

“A-Arceus…” Keith panted, struggling the inch or two he could move on reflex, staring as the mew slowly bobbed up and down on his throbbing length.

A muffled giggled met his response, and the mew grasped both paws around his base, holding him steady as she started to bob powerfully, tongue going into overdrive, head rolling in a circular motion as she suckled and ground her tongue wildly along him.

“O-oh f-fuck… Y-you’re… G-gonna!” he panted, head tossing back and forth as his cock jerked wildly, throbbing and tensing in readiness to blow a load into the little illusory mouth. She stared up at him, and then quickly pulled back, smirking staring up at him from behind his twitching, denied cock.

“W-what the fuck?” he gasped, struggling at his bonds again. “Why did you stop?”

“Mew!” she growled firmly, crawling up his form and placing her little paw on his mouth to silence him. “Mew.”

“Yeah yeah, I get that you’re the boss, but if you go doing that stupid orgasm-denying shit on me I’m not going to give you what you want,” Keith said bluntly, staring up at her challengingly.

“Mew?” she asked, a hard edge entering her tone, eyes narrowing down at him slowly.

“I’m serious,” Keith said bluntly, trying to stare her down from his naked, psychically-held pose. “You blue-ball me, I’m going to sit here like a plank and you’re going to hate this. Sex is give-and-take, and I can’t exactly give like this, y’k-”

Keith was cut off from his monologue by the mew snorting and floating up his form, peering down at him impassively, and then seating herself directly on his mouth, a paw grasping his fringe and tugging on it roughly to keep him in place.

“Mew,” she growled, her tone commanding. An order.

Struggling against his bonds slightly, Keith frowned against that soft little pink cunny pressed against his mouth, staring up at her mutinously. He could smell her; it was a strange, mellow scent, like the smell of flowers carried on a cool wind. He struggled for a moment, before sighing and pressing his lips up against the soft, pliable little cunny, swirling his tongue slowly against her, frowning.

He could even taste the illusion. Strangely enough, she tasted like the part of neapolitan ice cream that was half-vanilla half-strawberry.

“Mew,” she said condescendingly, patting his forehead. She ground her hips down against the touch of his tongue, purring softly and rocking against him.

Keith made his displeasure clear with another struggle, tensing against the psychic bonds.

Another mental image seared across his mind, and he saw, vividly, Zaria in the cupboard with her eyes closed in concentration and a clawed paw pushed between her thighs, giving slow rubs and grinds right up against that drooling slit.

Keith blinked rapidly, trying to clear his head of the image, and focusing on lapping up against that strange-tasting, rather enjoyable little pink mew pussy.

A sigh of happiness rolled from her throat, and she gave a slow, lazy grind against him, before drawing back, floating above him with a smirk down at him. She turned around then, so that she could face his cock, laying back against his chest and crossing her paws, resting them on his cock, and then resting her chin on her paws.

“You are such a fucking tease,” Keith groaned, huffing against that soft cunt pressed against his nose and lips. Her tail swished back and forth lazily, ruffling his hair, and he wanted desperately to grab it and stop its maddening movement.

The mew lifted her head and gave a little groan, shuddering faintly as Keith’s tongue returned to her drooling cunny, the powerful muscle pushing up against her, before he clumsily closed his mouth over her clit to try and suckle at it.

“Mew,” she chided with a grin over her shoulder. One of her paws returned to his cock, and pulled it upright again, and she gave him a long, naughty stare, before washing her little tongue lightly against the side of his cock again.

Keith groaned against her, surprised at the claustrophobic sensation it gave him to feel his own breath wash back against his face. He desperately wanted to grab her little hips and pull her back against him, but his arms were still resolutely locked in place. Instead, he focused his energies on licking and tonguing at her in earnest, slathering his tongue against her in an almost wild fashion.

The mew stiffened up slightly and then gave a little breathy groan against his cock, purring faintly as she took him back into her mouth, starting to slowly bob and work her muzzle up and down him.

“Y-yesss…” Keith breathed against her, toes curling once more and tongue pressing against her wantonly. “That feels so f-fucking good…”

“Mew,” she responded matter-of-factly, kissing at his tip, and then gentle kissing one side, and then the other, before closing her lips over him and giving a powerful suckle. Her tongue ground along his sensitive tip, and then feathered against it, making Keith’s eyes roll back in pleasure, hips bucking up towards his illusory lover.

The mew paused, and stared back at him, smirking around her mouthful for the camera before pulling back entirely again.

“No! F-fuck!” Keith gasped, only half-acting, straining against his psychic bonds. “Stop stopping!”

“Mew!” she purred with a smirk, swirling around lazily to sit directly against the base of his cock, giving a slow grind of that soft little pussy against him.

“There is no way that is going to fit,” Keith panted, shaking his head slightly.

“Mew!” she growled challengingly, leaning forwards and sliding up his length, laying his blunt tip against her entrance and wiggling slowly.

“You’re nuts,” Keith breathed

Her eyes narrowed, and she smirked, wiggling her hips slowly again, and then staring at him, head tilting curiously to the left. “Meeeeew…” she said thoughtfully, rising off him. She floated away, and then there was a ‘pop!’, and her little pink form resolved into that of a giant arcanine.

Keith blinked once, looking the big arcanine up and down. “Well, I’d certainly fit inside bet…” he trailed off, as his eyes wandered down further and spied the absolutely massive erection the arcanine was sporting. It was pink, veiny, and at least as thick as his wrist.

The changed-mew narrowed eyes at him, and barked a challenging ‘Arc!?’, stepping closer to him.

Keith sucked in a breath, fists clenching and feet tugging at the bonds, starting to hyperventilate, staring wide-eyed at the canine’s imposing endowment. “N-n-no!” he stammered, feeling sweat breaking out on his brow, struggling even harder against his bonds, wracking his mind for a safe-word.

The arcanine smirked, and then with another little ‘pop!’ she was back to being small, pink and cute again, crawling up until she could rest against his cock, arching an eyebrow.

“Y-yes, fine!” Keith stammered, his heart still in his mouth, feeling slightly light-headed with the panic that had overcome him.

“Mew,” she chided, patting him on the head again, and then wiggling backwards with far more force. Soft, supple mew pussy spread for him, and eventually engulfed his tip, sliding the stiff length into the soft little pokemon. He grit his teeth, eyes rolling back at the sensation of warm, soft, slick outer walls grinding down over him, burying so deep it almost seemed to defy psychics, until the little pink pokemon was resting in his lap, smirking up at him, little paws resting on his chest.

Keith stared down at her, his legs tensing on reflex as those soft walls clenched and squeezed around him. He gasped and quivered as the illusory mew gave a naughty smile at him and then slowly rocked her hips in a circular motion, letting him feel each soft, supple surface squeeze and shift around him. His fists clenched as he tried to fight down the urge to grab her little hips, his own hips rising and legs tensing as he tried to control his urges.

The mew smirked down at him, adjusting her stance a little, hips arching forwards in a lazy motion before she started to rise and lower slowly, sliding up several long inches, before squeezing back down on him, cramming herself full of his cock.

“F-fuck…” Keith whimpered, arching helplessly against his bonds, biting his tongue, eyes clenching closed. “Y-you’re tight…”

“Mew,” she responded smugly, rising herself up even higher, giving a slow gyration of her hips and then slamming herself down on him powerfully, making him arch and gasp in surprise at the intense stimulation.

Keith felt his orgasm rising up the length of his cock, and he grit his teeth, carefully not saying anything. At this point, he needed to cum.

The mew rode up and down on his cock lazily, smirking at him, hips giving supple, rhythmic motions up and down him, grinding and gyrating slowly, making him throb harder and faster inside her, until she slammed herself down to the base and just stayed there. The throbbing in Keith’s cock reached a fever pitch, and then started to subside as the mew just rested there, staring at him.

“N-no…” he pleaded, arms tensing fruitlessly at the psychic bonds, legs tensing in an attempt to grind himself up against her. But the mew’s weight was resting firmly in his lap and he couldn’t get any extra stimulation.

“Mew…” she said sweetly, staring at him with a saucy little smirk.

“You… you bitch!” Keith growled, thrashing against his bonds in anger. “Fucking stop!”

The mew paused at that, looking thoughtful, and then gave a single ‘mew!’ that sounded like a ‘nope’. Quick as a flash, she dragged herself off of him, leaving his cock throbbing and jerking in the air wildly, so very close to spilling.

With a sly smirk, she twisted around, and gave his tip the most chaste of kisses, soft little lips brushing along him and making him snarl and jerk in frustration.

“Meeeew,” she chided with a smile up at him, laying out on his belly and chest, resting on her side with her rump towards his face and her muzzle next to his cock, watching him over her shoulder with a lazy stare.

Keith’s mind was assaulted by a new mental image, this time of Zaria with one dark leg lifted, knee held to her sleek chest and the braixen’s stick buried in her dark cunt. A white paw was gripping the base of the stick, clearly in the process of working it in and out.

By the time Keith came back to his senses from the searing image, he found one of his hands was suddenly free, and the mew was staring at him expectantly, a leg lifted high to reveal that supple pussy to him. “Mew?” she stated, looking from his hand, to his face, and back again.

Sighing, Keith reached forwards, resting his hand on her inner thigh, and then narrowing his eyes at her. “Will I get to finish if I do this for you?”

The mew gave him a long stare, and then shrugged her shoulders noncommittally.

“That is not good enough,” Keith growled.

“Meeew,” she responded with a little giggle.

Scowling, Keith stared down at her, and then shifted a little bit, pushing his hand down towards his cock defiantly.

“O-ow fuck!” Keith whimpered, snatching his hand back as the mew dug tiny teeth into his wrist, glowering at him. Her mouth, which had felt absolutely acceptable until that point, now felt like sandpaper. A clear deterrent to disobeying the zoroark and braixen hidden in the cupboard.“O-okay, shit.”

The mew glowered at him, but relented, snorting once and lifting her hindleg again, giving a pointed, commanding ‘mew.’

Keith sighed, laying his hand back on her thigh, inching fingers down until they could come into contact with that soft, pliable flesh. He spread her open a little bit, before sinking a single digit inside, sliding it past her resistance and into that warm tunnel of squeezing flesh.

“Meeeeew…” she purred, stretching out lazily against him, leaning in to nudge her nose against the side of his cock, giving a lazy lick against the middle of it.

Pursing his lips, Keith started to sink a second digit inside the tight little pokemon, spreading those supple pink lips to reveal deeper pink, slick flesh leading further inside. Soft flesh squeezed down around his digits, clenching lightly around the two fingers buried in her, and he curled his thumb down to lightly rub at her little clit in time with firm grinds of the digits inside her.

“M-mew…” she hissed, wrapping her paws around his cock and giving slow pumps up and down the length of it, smirking up at him. Her tongue lazily swiped around the tip, faltering visibly each time he buried his two fingers inside her and rubbed her little clit.

Keith’s eyes narrowed, and he started to work his fingers harder, grinding his thumb against her more intently, working towards pushing the little mew over the edge into orgasm as quickly as possible. This digits worked in a constantly-escalating rhythm, determined not to give the little pokemon any chance to catch her breath.

In less than thirty seconds, she was writhing on his belly, gasping and panting heavily over the side of his cock, her flailing tail lightly batting against the side of his head. Her little paws squeezed around the base of his cock repeatedly, and her hips jerked in time with his motions as he sank his two fingers deep inside and ground them against soft spots he could find. A slick gush of mewjuices splashed against his digits, and he almost cheered, smirking in victory.

The panting mew laid on his chest for a few moments after that, chest heaving in time with her heavy breathing, before she slowly sat up, peering at him with bright blue eyes.

Keith arched an eyebrow, giving a motion towards his throbbing cock with his head. “You gonna… take care of me now?”

The mew pondered on that for a long moment, looking towards the ceiling and giving a thoughtful noise, before she slowly turned around, placing little paws on his chest and arching her back to rest her soaked slit against the tip of his cock.

Keith arched his eyebrows hopefully, reaching forwards with his free hand to rest on her side, urging her downwards. Immediately, his hand was restrained again, pinned wrist-to-wrist with his other hand. He huffed, struggling slightly again. “No… not this shit again,” he groaned. “Please.”

A soft, derisive snort left the mew, and she straightened, letting gravity sink her down over top of the thick human cock, spreading her open once more until she bottomed out, with almost every last millimetre of straining human cock crammed deep inside her. “Meeeew…” she breathed, slowly rocking her hips.

Keith bit his bottom lip so hard he almost tasted blood, trying his best to keep from struggling and just relax, knowing that this was probably just the beginning of what the mew had planned for him. Even as she leaned forwards and started to bounce her hips firmly on him, he held himself in check, refusing to hope that this would be the time she finished him off.

Another image seared across his mind, this time, a close-up of Zaria’s spread, dark cunny, with a tongue buried in it. He tried to fight off the enticing mental images that kept intruding, but it was almost impossible. He could either focus on them, or focus on the cute little mew teasingly grinding her hips up and down on his cock.

Pink hips continually bounced up and down atop him, and he grit his teeth, arms straining at the psychic bondage and hips trying to push up to meet her, heavy breaths braying from his nose as he pursed his lips down at her. She kept moving and rocking, grinding and bouncing, and his orgasm was inching closer, and closer, and closer.

Any moment now, he expected her to stop, to deny him, but she just kept going, her pace increasing even further, a determined expression crossing her little face, hips rising and then shoving down powerfully over and over again.

Keith’s arms and legs tensed up, and he grit his teeth, determined not to give in, not to give the mew, or Zaria, or the camera, the pleasure of watching him whine and whimper for his orgasm. But with each crashing thud of the mew’s hips into his lap, his resolve faltered, and his expression slipped another notch from stoic reservedness to helpless and defeated.

His cock throbbed and twitched, jerking wildly as it threatened to spill, and the mew just ploughed right through it, grinding her hips eagerly up and down, rocking on top of him and bouncing powerfully.

A heavy, almost painful throb jolted through him, and he tensed all over, every muscle tightening as he hit the long-awaited precipice. The mew smirked at him, and lifted her hips, and then just stopped, holding him on the razor’s-edge of an orgasm.

“N-no…” Keith whimpered, his bottom lip trembling. “N-no please… please…”

The mew locked eyes with him, and then gave that naughty little smirk again, before slamming her hips downwards.

Keith had momentarily slumped in defeat, but immediately tensed up again, his entire body arching, toes curling and fingers digging into his palms so hard he drew blood. A strangled yell escaped his throat as he felt his cock bloating up inside the tight little mew and then blasting her insides. He was only dimly aware of anything but a white-hot haze of euphoria and ecstasy as he pumped his long-denied orgasm deep inside that little pink pokemon.

Spurt after spurt rocketed up into her, splashing over her inner walls and quickly spilling out from their union, drooling down over his balls and the base of his cock.

His hips jerked and rocked on instinct, and he groaned and spluttered as his orgasm started to peter out, chest heaving wildly and his entire body sagging in the psychic restraints.

The little mew smirked at him, blew a kiss, and then ‘Pop!’ed out of existence.

“Cut!” Marcus called.

Keith was lowered unceremoniously to the floor, but by the time he touched the greenscreen, he was already unconscious.

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Keith violently jerked awake as a dribble of water splashed down over his face. He gave a low groan, head still swimming, his arms and legs aching so much he basically didn’t want to move them.

“What… what happened?” he groaned, staring up at Marcus with one eye.

Marcus casually put the cap back on his bottle of water and then smiled down at Keith, offering him a hand.

Groaning, Keith took the offered hand and pulled himself into a sitting position. A towel was handed to him, and he blinked at it for a moment before realising that his stomach, chest, and even his chin had a mess of his own spunk over it. His mind blanked and stalled for a moment as it tried to reconcile the different facts. He had felt himself spilling deep in the mew, even felt it all drooling back down around his base. But here it was, all over his chest.

“Zaria sure is good at what she does,” Keith said faintly, beginning to awkwardly brush the towel over his chin and chest, wincing in disgust.

“Feel free to use the shower, we’ve sent for some new clothes. If you’re attached to these ones, they can be restitched?” Marcus offered.

Keith shook his head. “Nah, just toss em,” he said noncomittally. With a groan, he rolled onto his knees and stiffly pulled himself into a standing position.

The cupboard on the other side of the room clicked open, and a tousled braixen stepped out, her cheeks pink, holding her stick in one paw which was definitely wet on one end, with her nose, mouth, and the front part of her entire muzzle also covered in suspicious moisture. Keith stared at her, and she gave him a glance and a blush, before turning back around and returning to the cupboard with a squeak.

“So… what I kept seeing in my mind?” Keith asked.

Marcus arched an eyebrow. “Claire had to keep a mental ‘link’ with you the entire time to make sure she correctly copied Zaria’s illusory motions. She is a very powerful psychic. Almost on par with Cassandra, actually. If she gets distracted, or if she’s doing it deliberately, you can see a quick flash of what she’s looking at, or wants you to see.”

Keith gave a little nod at that, casting his gaze back at the cupboard. “Interesting. Also confusing as fuck when you’re trying to concentrate.”

“We can edit out your lapses,” Marcus said with a smirk. “You did decent. Go get cleaned up properly.”

Nodding again, Keith limped over towards the shower.

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Keith was resting with his back against the wall, letting the hot shower water beat down all around when Marcus entered and placed a pile of clothes on the sink.

“You know, we’ve got another one of these shoots coming up in a couple weeks, if you’re interested?”

Keith cracked one eye open. “Another Living Legends shoot?”

“Nah, bondage,” Marcus said enthusiastically. “Blaziken showing her trainer who’s boss.”

Keith snorted once and closed his eyes. “Not a chance.”