Violet Enterprises: Lustful Lucario
Story by Xianyu on SoFurry
Lucia finally gets her paws on Keith
File Name: Lustful Lucario
Owner: Xianyu
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File Type: Story:Adult:M/F:Human x Lucario
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Details: Lustful Lucario Levying Lewd Laying
Keith had one hand in his pocket, working the worn, pitted pokeball over in his hand as he ate food with his other. Fayah was sitting across from him, glowering, one eye covered by her hair. She hadn't even touched the basket of wedges Keith had placed in front of her, and instead stared at him with a cold fury. Aleda and Tammy were both eating their own bowls of food, but had moved them from the table, down to the seats they were using, sensing that things on the table itself might be in danger.
Sighing, Keith pulled his hand from his pocket and placed it on the table.
There was a faint cracking sound as Fayah's claws dug into the table in reaction to his hand movement.
Keith frowned at the lycanroc, and took another bite of his own wedges, holding the lycanroc's steely gaze.
“So, you're not going to say anything?"
Fayah's eyes narrowed dangerously.
Keith sighed, and pushed his basket of wedges to the side. “Look… I get that you don't like Lucia. You two don't have to be friends. But you're basically my pokemon now… and I don't want you to be my captive."
Fayah stared at him, and then slammed her fist on the table, making both baskets of wedges bounce. “Lycan!" she almost snarled.
Keith stared at her uncertainly. He could almost understand Aleda and Tammy, but Fayah was a mystery, and the language barrier was adding difficulty.
“I can't have you attacking pokemon!" Keith said, crossing his arms and staring at the lycanroc, expression flat. “Maybe that's how it worked with… your old master, but not with me."
“Lycan!" Fayah responded, gesticulating wildly. “Lycan lycan!"
Keith stared at Fayah for a long moment, completely not understanding. He turned to Aleda and Tammy. “Do either of you know what she's talking about?"
“Nine," Aleda said unhelpfully.
“Vulpix!" Tammy explained with a sage nod.
Keith sighed, resting his chin on the edge of the table. “Look, I just need to know… are you going to attack Lucia again?"
Fayah narrowed her eyes dangerously, and her claws dug into the table further. “Roc."
Keith pursed his lips, “What do you mean 'maybe'?"
“Roc!" Fayah responded, making a firm motion with her hands, before balling one into a fist and punching it into the other.
Keith sighed, rubbing his face with a hand. “Why do you hate her so much?"
“Lycan!" Fayah responded, slamming her fist on the table and making the salt and pepper shakers rattle. Several people nearby looked up, startled.
Keith stared at the lycanroc, trying to gauge her reactions. “I don't understand. I honestly don't know why you can't get along with her."
Fayah stared back at him, red eyes flashing with anger, before she turned away and snorted in contempt.
Keith threw his hands up. “Fine, I give up."
“Lycan," Fayah agreed.
After finishing lunch, Keith took his time strolling through the business district of The Big Orange. Skyscrapers towered overhead, sending odd reflections of sunlight striping down over slanted covers of stalls and shops selling all manner of things. A steady stream of people moved along the covered streets, coming from and going to various shops and shopping centres, like individual streams forming a river.
A busker sat playing a violin, backed up by a trio of chirping chatot. Machokes moved back and forth throughout the crowd, carrying large packages for the stores. Some people even rode their pokemon through the wide empty areas in the centre of the paved plaza, while still others shared meals with their pokemon in sheltered eateries. A persian lazed happily in the sun atop a covered awning, while its oblivious owner called its name from less than five metres away.
It was just so much more dense and compact than Goldenrod city had been that Keith almost felt overwhelmed. Brightly lit store windows offered wares, from knicknacks to life-size pokemon statues, clothing, grooming, groceries, even a small store tucked away in a corner that was devoted entirely to meowth-themed accessories.
Keith locked eyes with a stall operator for but a moment, and suddenly he had someone beckoning to him eagerly.
“Come, come! Beauty treatment for your pokemon!"
Keith was too polite to ignore the summons, and took a moment to step aside out of the flow of people. “Excuse me?"
“Beauty treatments, for your pokemon," the elderly lady operating the stall repeated.
“Oh, uh, do you guys want…" Keith turned and caught Fayah's stony gaze and then immediately turned to Aleda and Tammy instead. “Do you want beauty treatments?"
Aleda held his gaze for a long moment, and then lifted her nose, tossing her head and then giving a very long-suffering sigh, deigning to allow herself to be pampered. Tammy was much more enthusiastic, bouncing in place with several happy yips.
“How much is it for two?"
After discussing price, Keith paid the lady, and Aleda and Tammy were set up on special chairs while two assistants went to work with fine combs, hairdryers, and some kind of liquid in spray bottles. Keith lightly touched Aleda's shoulder. “I'm going to have a look around but I'll be back in twenty minutes, okay?"
Aleda gave him a look, and then nodded. “Nine."
“No, twenty," Keith said, grinning and lightly bopping her nose with his finger.
Aleda glared daggers at him.
Keith, with Fayah in tow, headed for an upper floor of the shopping centre, where the flow of people lessened and he felt he could slow down and actually see what each store contained. A boutique pokeball store caught his eye, and he meandered over to it to peer in the window. Various pokeballs jumped out at him. Many were gaudy, embedded with rhinestones and rubies, coloured in lavish ways with various icons, words, or symbols painted or etched on.
Fayah's pitted, scarred pokeball was still in his pocket, and he felt it with a thumb, and then looked at the lycanroc over his shoulder for a moment. “C'mon, then," he stated, stepping inside.
Fayah followed him obediently, stepping inside the store and then sidestepping to be out of the way.
“Can I help you sir?" the cashier asked. A namebadge on her right breast read 'Cindy'.
Keith shook his head. “No thanks, just looking."
There was a long few moments of silence before Keith rounded on Fayah. “Well? What ball do you want?"
Fayah blinked, taken aback, her ears pinning flat. “Lycan?"
“A ball," Keith repeated, making a motion towards the many display cases and shelves full of pokeballs. “Your ball is old and worn. I figured you might like a new one… Aleda, she…" he trailed off, shrugging his shoulders. “Maybe you would, maybe you won't. Worth a try."
“Ly… can…" Fayah said, staring at the floor.
Keith sighed, rubbing the back of his head. “Look, I'm trying, okay."
“New pokemon?" Cindy asked sympathetically.
“Yeah," Keith admitted, frowning to himself. “It's kind of off to a rocky start."
“She might not want to lose her old pokeball just yet," Cindy said wisely. “Especially if you just got her. A lot of pokemon are attached to their old trainers and don't want to give up that identity so quickly."
“I guess so," Keith mused, before heaving a sigh. “Thanks, uh," he peered at her badge. “Cindy."
“Any time, sir," Cindy said, bowing her head.
“Lycan," Fayah said, pointing with a claw at a display case. Within the case were not pokeballs, but a series of coloured discs emblazoned with various names and numbers. Technical machines.
“Oh, you want one of these?" Keith asked, moving over to the case and inspecting it. A protruding section of the case allowed him to spin it, causing the pretty discs to cast a shifting pattern of light. “Which one?"
Fayah stomped up beside him, and inspected the discs carefully, before tapping the case firmly. “Roc."
“TM… seventeen," Keith read off. “Okay, cool."
“That will be Technical-Machine seventeen?"
Keith nodded, “Yes please."
“Gift wrap?"
“No thank you," Keith responded.
After paying for his purchase, Keith held the little case in his hand, before handing it off to Fayah. Fayah took it carefully, holding it in her large palm.
“Lycan," Fayah stated. It was less of a 'thank you' and more of an acknowledgement.
With another ten minutes to burn, Keith ducked into a bookstore next door, happy to be in a quieter place. The omnipresent music that pervaded the air barely reached the shelves of the store, and was instead replaced by the shuffle of clothing and the hushed murmur of cashiers selling books.
Row after row of books stretched out before them, and Keith set to vaguely exploring the shelves, to see if there was anything interesting. Even Fayah seemed to sense that this was a place of calm quiet, and her usual stomping footsteps were replaced by light, careful thuds.
Unable to pass through the narrow shelves, Fayah elected to stand out by the display books, where their shiny colours and large titles demanded attention, while Keith perused the history section, looking at novels based on old warships and battlegrounds.
Keith emerged a few minutes later with a book in hand for purchase; an older tale of a vengeful wailord waging war on merchant vessels encroaching its territory, to find Fayah staring almost longingly at the cover of a book. The front cover was emblazoned with purple lettering, 'Illusory Romance', and showed a trainer walking down a boardwalk, with a human hand holding his own. But halfway up the arm, the hand became furred flesh, and the rest of the image was of a zoroark, his pokemon using an illusion.
“Interesting," Keith said.
“Lycan," Fayah said dismissively, turning away.
Keith arched an eyebrow, and then shrugged and picked up the zoroark book as well, heading for the counter.
Keith felt almost drained after returning to the Violet Enterprise headquarters. Aleda was looking more sleek than ever, Tammy was fluffy and springy and utterly happy to have been doted upon, and Fayah was her usual surly self, standing at the back of the elevator and scaring off people who had been intending to enter the elevator and instead found that waiting for another elevator was suddenly much more appealing.
Keith pushed open the door to his temporary home away from home, the sparsely-furnished Violet Enterprises Suite. Aleda and Tammy pushed past him, immediately claiming the couch as their own, and he set his bags down on the small table while Fayah stomped past him and then stood in the corner.
Keith closed the door behind himself, and then flumped on the bed. “I never understood why girls got exhausted from shopping. I do now."
“Nine," Aleda stated.
“Yeah yeah, I know," Keith grumbled.
After a few moments of just enjoying not standing up any more, Keith rummaged around for the remote and flicked on the TV for some light ambiance. He then rolled over to check his messages on his tablet.
Everything was as normal. A list of contracts sat in the dynamic inbox, most of them for beach and ocean scenes, given his current location. He even recognized one or two of the pokemon in the contract. Crystal jumped out at him, the naughty dragonair from his shoot in Olivine. Thinking back to his first shoot, Keith punched in Amber's name, coming up with her bio, as well as the results for some trainer named 'Amber' who had appeared in a few films. Amber the absol's history stretched back right to the beginnings of Violet Enterprises, ten years previously. But in her ten years of service, she had only been in six feature films and nine 'naughties', the most recent of which had been Keith's.
Keith did some more lazy browsing, and then closed the tablet down. “Welp. What exotic locale are we exploring next?"
Aleda poked her head up over the arm of the couch. “Nine?"
“Well I'm not really intending on sticking around headquarters for very long," Keith admitted, casting his gaze out the window to where he could see skyscrapers looming over a backdrop of the ocean. “I mean, the big city is swell and all, but there are a lot of places I want to see now I have the chance."
“Nine!" Aleda agreed, uncurling slightly and resting chin on forepaws, watching him.
“I kinda wanna visit home, though," Keith continued, frowning and rubbing his chin. “I haven't seen my parents in months."
“Vul?" Tammy enquired, crawling up to rest her chin between Aleda's ears. “Pix?"
“Would you like to visit Unova? See where I grew up?"
“Nine," Aleda answered, neither enthusiastic or disagreeing.
“Vul!" Tammy declared excitedly.
Keith turned towards Fayah. “Fayah?"
Fayah looked up at him from her usual spot in the corner, blinking once. “Ly… can?"
“You're part of this group now," Keith stated simply.
“Lycan," Fayah responded with a dismissive wave of a paw, and then returned to staring at the floor some feet in front of her paws.
Keith frowned, but then sighed and reached for the shopping bags, picking them up and dumping their contents out onto the bed so he could sort the products into his bag for easier carrying. Various items he had purchased, as well as the book Fayah had wanted and the TM she had requested tumbled out as well. He picked up the TM, opening it and looking at the shiny silver disc, seeing his reflection in it.
“So you… wanted to learn this?" Keith offered, holding up the jewel case for Fayah to see.
Fayah looked up, and then rose to her paws, stomping over to the bed and reaching a paw out tentatively to take the TM.
Keith allowed Fayah to take the case, and then reached for his tablet to turn it on. The process of teaching a pokemon the move contained within the TM consisted of putting the little disc into a pokedex or some other machine that had the capability of reading the disc and displaying the 'readout' to a compatible pokemon.
Fayah thrust the TM in front of the tablet, with the large label on it reading 'TM17: PROTECT' facing up. “Roc."
“Yes yes, I'm just figuring out how to do this," Keith said absentmindedly, moving the tablet out from under the case so he could see the screen. “Never done this before, honestly."
“Roc," Fayah repeated more intently, placing the TM on top of his tablet again.
Keith looked up, confused. “What?"
“Roc!" Fayah repeated, pointing a claw at the label.
“You… want to learn 'protect'?" Keith asked blankly.
Fayah shook her head, lips pursing in annoyance. She pointed at her own chest emphatically. “Lycan."
Keith frowned, and looked from the jewel case, to the lycanroc. “You?"
Fayah nodded, and then pointed at the jewel case, and then placed a clawtip against his chest. “Roc."
“You want to teach me protect?" Keith fumbled.
Fayah gave an impatient growl.
Keith frowned helplessly. “I don't know what you mean, Fayah."
Fayah gave an agitated sigh, her little tail flicking back and forth with an intent, almost rough motion.
“Nine!" Aleda cut in, lifting a paw for attention.
“Yes?" Keith asked of the ninetales.
Aleda lifted an orange tailtip and pointed at her eye with it.
“You're watching me?" Keith asked helplessly. “This is the worst game in existence."
Aleda rolled her eyes, and then pointed again.
“Your eye? 'Eye'?" Keith asked, perplexed.
Aleda nodded.
“LYCAN!" Fayah exclaimed, stamping a foot in triumph and making the lamp on the bedside table wobble.
“Okay, so, 'eye'?" Keith said, turning back to the lycanroc.
Fayah nodded intently, and then pointed back at the jewel case and then poked his chest with her claw once more.
“Eye… protect me?" Keith mulled it over, while Fayah's expression turned more and more frustrated. “You want to protect me?"
Fayah's eyes turned wild, incensed at Keith's inability to understand,
“I don't understand!" Keith said, holding his hands up defensively. “You mime that you 'protect' me but then you look like you're about to hit me!"
Fayah growled, a long, low note building in her throat and her paws curling into fists. There was a pause, and suddenly, she was all over him.
Keith took a step backwards as the lycanroc launched at him, large paws pressing on his shoulders and chest and pushing him to the ground. Her strength was utterly inexorable. It was like trying to fight against a mountain bearing down on him. She pressed him flat to the floor, sending his tablet bouncing away under the bed, before crawling atop him and straddling his hips, paws grasping his wrists and pinning them above his head with a slam that was rough enough that his fingers started to go numb.
“Oh f-fuck," Keith stammered, forcibly reminded of when Lucia had pinned him. Except this was utterly terrifying. Fayah loomed over him, larger than life, her mohawk casting deep shadows over her face while red eyes gleamed malevolently from the darkness, fixed on him. “A-Aleda!" Keith whimpered.
“Lycan!" Fayah hissed, turning to Aleda and narrowing eyes at her, as though daring the ninetales to interfere.
Tammy peeked out from behind one of Aleda's tails, eyes wide, while Aleda narrowed eyes at the lycanroc, appraising the situation.
Fayah turned back to Keith, and held his wrists effortlessly in one large paw, while reaching down his form to his hip.
The lycanroc came up with the jewel case, and placed it on his chest. She pointed emphatically at her eye, “Ly," and then poked the jewel case hard enough to crack the front of it, “Can," and then she gave him a thud on the chest with her fist that almost knocked the wind out of him. “Roc!"
Keith felt tears springing into his eyes, gasping for air after the thud, and Fayah leaned close to him, eyes narrowing dangerously. She gripped his wrists, and then her muzzle parted, and she growled, before saying, slowly and carefully, 'Ly-ca… ro…"
Keith stared up at her, blinking once, his expression thoughtful.
“Lyca… ro," Fayah repeated, and then pointed at her eye, the jewel case, and then back at him.
“Lyca-ro?" Keith wheezed, “You mean… lucario?" he offered, frowning deeply, and struggling just slightly under her iron grip.
“Lycan!" Fayah nodded emphatically, moving to repeat the sequence of awkward sign-language.
Keith shook his head firmly. “No, stop. I understand!" he conceded, frowning and chewing on the inside of his lip. “You were protecting me from Lucia?"
Fayah nodded emphatically, releasing his wrists and leaning back, before carefully crawling off his prone form.
Keith sat up, wincing at the ache in his hips, and leaned sideways until he could sit on the bed, reaching down to pick up his tablet. “Why did you even think Lucia was trying to hurt me?"
Fayah stomped over to the corner, and then turned and gave him an incredulous stare.
Frowning, Keith thought back to way Lucia had basically thrown him over her shoulder and pinned him to the ground. And then actually kicked him in the face when she was getting up from the broken couch that he had been billed for the previous day.
“Oh right because of all of that," Keith admitted with a chagrined chuckle.
Fayah looked up at him, and then snorted once.
Frowning, Keith turned his tablet over and over in his hands, making sure it wasn't cracked.
Fayah had returned to her corner, her explanation done, and just sat with her mohawk covering her eyes, one red eye shining grumpily from the shadows.
Keith fidgeted with the tablet a little bit more, while an awkward silence stretched between all four present in the room.
The awkward silence stretched out a bit longer, before Keith pushed himself off the bed, leaving his tablet behind.
Fayah looked up at him as Keight knelt in front of her, gently pressing her mohawk out of the way to look her in the eyes. “I understand why you did what you did," he said softly.
Fayah snorted softly.
“I'm sorry that I put you in the pokeball," Keith said sincerely. “I didn't realise you were trying to protect me. That's just… that's how Lucia is."
“Lycan!" Fayah responded with a small growl building in the back of her throat.
“Yes, it's strange. And yes it does hurt when she hits me, but… please don't try to murder her when she does that. She's not trying to hurt me," Keith added, holding Fayah's gaze.
Snorting once more, Fayah looked away, but mumbled a 'lycan' in acquiescence.
Keith gently pulled her chin so that she faced him again, and then held his arms out. “Forgive me?"
Fayah stared at him, perplexed, head tilting ever-so-slightly to the left at the odd wide-spread pose he was adopting.
Keith watched her, waiting for her to accept his hug. But the lycanroc just stared at him like he was an alien.
The moment stretched awkwardly onwards, and after a few more seconds of painful silence, Keith leaned forwards and gathered the lycanroc into a hug.
Fayah tensed up entirely, her entire body stiff and rigid, completely unyielding. She almost quivered uncomfortably against him, not understanding what was happening.
“Geeze? Don't get many hugs?" Keith asked, before lifting a hand and stroking carefully, soothingly down her back.
The lycanroc shuddered, her ears flattening and tail giving a defeated quiver at the strokes over her back, the tension in her form starting to slowly relax as a low whimper fell from her muzzle.
Keith continued to stroke with a firm, soothing motion, gently bringing the lycanroc down out of her tensed stance, until her weight was leaning heavily on his shoulder, her paws dangling between their bodies as she laid her cheek on his shoulder.
After several long moments of this, Keith released her, smiling and ruffling her mohawk. “I hope that means my apology is accepted."
Fayah stared up at him, her ears still flattened, looking lost and confused, before she sat down heavily in her corner again and then turned her head away. Keith suppressed a sigh, but then rose to his feet and headed back to the bed, flopping out on it and turning on the television.
He could have sworn Fayah had tears in her eyes, but she turned away from him before he could know for certain.
After a lazy meal of eating salad and breadsticks out on the balcony and watching the setting sun over the busy city, Keith swapped the television to the Pokemon Throughout History channel and then sprawled out in bed to watch a documentary on the role of pokemon in the feudal times, which was mostly focused on a clan that used decidueye as covert operatives.
As the evening wore on, Keith started to feel the cold, and Aleda was staring at him almost expectantly, her tails giving a little flicker at the very tips that Keith had started to associate with impatience. He gave a harrumph and wrapped arms around her, pulling her under the covers.
“Nine!" Aleda protested halfheartedly.
“Degrees celsius?" Keith offered, arching an eyebrow and smirking a little, pulling her against him for warmth. “It's bloody cold!"
“Niiine," Aleda harrumphed, rolling her eyes and giving a very put-upon air, but snuggled up to his front happily, laying a paw over him. Tammy was curled up by his ankles, keeping his feet warm and using one of his legs as a pillow. Over in the corner, Fayah was sitting down in her usual place and shivering faintly, her fur all fluffed out and arms crossed over her chest.
Keith peered over the corner where Fayah was, and then gave a faint sigh, closing his eyes and trying to put it out of his mind. A minute or so later, he grumbled to himself and shifted from his comfy position, lifting up the edge of the blanket. “Fayah, come here."
“Lycan?" Fayah asked, looking up at him, her eyes narrowing.
Keith patted the bed beside him. “C'mon."
Fayah flattened her ears, and looked away, reluctant.
Keith stared at her in confusion and then patted the bed beside him again. “Fayah. Come."
The softest, almost inaudible whine left the lycanroc, but she obediently rose to her paws and stomped over to the bed. Keith held up the edge of the blanket for her, and she reluctantly slipped in under it.
Keith wiggled in closer to Aleda, and the ninetales gave a little grumble at being disturbed before shuffling further towards the end of the bed to allow Fayah to fit in under the blankets with them.
“Arceus you're huge," Keith murmured, laying the blanket over Fayah's shoulders, flipping it a bit to make sure it covered her lower half. He had to wiggle a bit to get the blanket over Fayah's entire form, as she was almost the same size as him. Aleda grumbled some more, and shuffled further over, before curling up against Keith's back, resting warm nose against the back of his neck.
“There, see? Nice and warm now," Keith said, awkwardly placing his hands on his own chest so that he wasn't touching Fayah's fur.
“Lycan…" Fayah said, turning her gaze away. She paused for a long moment, ears flattened, her expression defeated, before she slipped her hands hesitantly down Keith's front and found the front of his pants, undoing them with surprisingly deft, practised motions.
“W-woah!" Keith protested, reaching down to grasp both of her wrists, pulling her arms back up to chest level with surprising ease, the lycanroc making no attempt to stop him. “What are you doing?"
“Lycan…?" Fayah asked,visibly confused, ears flattening fully.
Keith frowned, and released her wrists, and Fayah looked away, seeming to shrink back from him, as though she had done something wrong.
Fayah reached back down towards his pants, and Keith grasped her wrists again, pulling them back up against her chest. “Fayah, no."
Fayah stared at him, hurt and confused, giving a single, uncertain 'lycan?'
Keith shook his head firmly, bringing her paws back up to her chest and then releasing them. “Roll over."
Fayah frowned at him, but did as ordered, rolling over onto to face away from him, almost ending up falling off the bed. Keith wrapped arms around her from behind, and pulled her tight in against him, lifting the blanket so it settled over her properly.
Fayah tensed up, her tail quivering uncertainly, before stilling.
“Relax," Keith murmured against the back of her neck. “I don't know what your previous master made you do in bed with him, but I'm not like that. I just didn't want to see you shivering in the corner over there, okay?"
Fayah didn't respond, but after a few more moments, she relaxed, no longer holding herself tense and letting her large form press against him.
Keith made sure Fayah was comfortable, and then rolled onto his back, pulling Aleda closer to him to make sure the blanket was over all of them, before drifting off to sleep, surrounded on all sides by fluff.
A curt knock on the door awoke Keith, and he struggled up from the expanse of fur surrounding him on all sides. He almost fell over Fayah as he tried to crawl over her, and she draw her paws up against her chest and meekly rolled out of bed to let him move over to the door.
Fiona was standing in his doorway with a tablet in hand, an eyebrow arched at his tousled hair. “Did I wake you?"
“Yes," Keith responded, giving a sheepish laugh and flattening his hair with his palm. “What's the matter?"
“Can I come in?" Fiona asked simple.
Keith made a motion towards the table. “Sure, why not?"
Fiona stepped in to the room, and let the door close behind her, giving a little bit of a shiver. “Jeeze, who turned your thermostat down? It's like you're trying to keep an ice-type in here."
“Oh, I dunno," Keith said, peering over at the bed. Fayah was sitting on the edge of it awkwardly, Tammy was buried somewhere under the covers, and Aleda was carefully licking one of her tails and not meeting his eyes. “Either way, what can I do you for?"
“We have a… contract for you," Fiona said simply, sitting down at the table. “Violet Enterprises, that is."
“Oh? Short an actor again?" Keith queried, sitting down at the other end of the table.
“No, nothing like that. You've been introduced to some company secrets and Silhouette agrees that you've been vetted enough by one of our…" Fiona paused, “Contractors, that you can be given special assignments."
“This sounds very cloak and dagger," Keith said cautiously.
Fiona giggled. “Nothing of the sort. We just have a few things lining up and we want a trusted agent to make some deliveries for us."
“You want someone… to make some deliveries? That's it?" Keith asked blankly.
“Deliveries of a sensitive nature," Fiona responded, tapping her tablet and bringing up a schematic, sliding the tablet over to him. “One of our partners at Silph Co. has used our research on evolution to come up with a prototype device that can mimic the radiation put out by an evolution stone."
“Oh, that's… neat," Keith said dubiously.
“Very neat," Fiona responded smugly. “Think of it. You could evolve a glaceon, or a leafeon, in a pokecentre. Mining for meteorites to evolve clefairy could be a thing of the past. Exorbitantly expensive evolutionary stones could be replaced by a machine at pokecentres that just pulses the radiation needed. if we can get this working."
“You guys are big on evolution, aren't you?" Keith asked simply, peering at the schematic and then sliding the tablet back to Fiona.
“We kind of… fell in to that line of research. Either way, we have several different things lining up in Hoenn at present; you have all the requisite clearances now of an agent, are going to have your own guard, and it would be a good first assignment for you. Something simple."
“An agent," Keith asked dubiously.
Fiona nodded. “Yes, an agent. Not everyone in the company just fucks pokemon, Keith. We find things to do to help the company in between those sessions. An agent is just beholden to the administrative branch of Violet Enterprises instead of just being part of our 'talent' branch. Administration gives them special tasks to perform to help the company. Some of our agents are even pokemon."
“So you just want me to pick up this thing and bring it back?" Keith asked. “That's it?"
“There are several things lining up in Hoenn at present. Zaria's presence is required for the Entei shoot of Living Legends. She's going to be on-location at the volcano in Hoenn. But she is one of our special cases and refuses to be transported in a pokeball. You will pick her up in Lilycove, transport her to the volcano, continue on to Rustboro, acquire the product there and deliver it to our scientists at Slateport."
“Arceus that's going to be a trip and a half," Keith wondered.
“Indeed," Fiona said with a smile. “Did you have any other plans?"
“Well I was going to head home and see my parents… but if I'm needed elsewhere…" Keith trailed off, looking down at his hands and then back up at Fiona. “Do I get a choice in the matter?"
“Of course," Fiona responded curtly. “You could remain a talent agent for Violet Enterprises, but you would see your contract value decrease. We have to assign security to you now after your… run-in with New Moon. An unfortunate fact when dealing with… undesirables."
Keith grimaced. “Well… okay then. Will Violet Enterprises be paying for my travel?"
“All the way," Fiona said with a bright smile. “Though I would caution you to bring some entertainment. Your trip is going to be a very long one. We've got a route set out for you from Lilycove and it's… it's a bit rough to be honest."
“Rough," Keith asked flatly.
“About twelve hours on a bus, all told," Fiona said cheerily, bringing up a bus timetable on her tablet and sliding it over to him. “You'll have a good break about eight hours in, when you drop Zaria off at her new shoot, but it's going to be a dreary ride on a long-range coach. The scenery is nice, though."
“Ick," Keith said, and then sighed. “Okay, yeah. I'll do it." From the timetable, the bus left late in the afternoon, travelled northwest to Fortree city, and then stopped at a bus terminal at Mauville city.
“You'll need to catch another bus through to Lavaridge town, or walk there if you're feeling up to the hike," Fiona added. “And then head back to Mauville and catch the next bus through to Fallarbor Town and then on to Slateport. Unfortunately, there's just no way to build roads through the middle of the island. Vehicles upset the wild pokemon too much."
“Yeesh, that's going to be a long ride."
“I'm sure you'll find someone to amuse yourself with," Fiona said with a naughty sparkle in her eye. She rose from her seat, taking back her tablet. “I'll mail you the details, and you can leave on the ferry whenever you wish. Just speak to Cassandra and she'll make sure you have a ticket on the cruise ship through to Lilycove."
Keith nodded, and then eyed the kettle and cups on the counter, thinking of making coffee to help himself wake up. “Oh, did you hear back from Alice yet? Is she going to be part of the company?"
“Oh, most definitely," Fiona said cheerily, her little grin turning almost devious. “I mean, she certainly hasn't told us if she's decided so yet, but it really is only a matter of time. Have you seen the way she looks at that firedog?"
“I've certainly heard it," Keith responded with a quiet laugh.
“She'll accept. She'll be going with you to Hoenn, no doubt."
“We'll see."
“We will."
Still nursing a cup of coffee from breakfast, Keith waited for the elevator doors to open. The elevator dinged, and Keith stepped inside, pausing at the sight that met him. A man was leaning back against the wall of the elevator, and a blaziken was kneeling in front of him, working her beak up and down his stiff cock with apparent relish.
The couple paused as well, and giving a long lick up the length of his shaft, the blaziken drew herself up to her impressive height, and then turned away.
Keith gave them a sideways stare, while the man hurriedly tried to stuff his cock back in his pants, while the blaziken peered at him over her shoulder with a sly grin playing across her beak.
“I told you the elevator was a shitty place to start this, Charlotte," the man protested.
Charlotte looked back at him, and then took a step backwards, deliberately pressing her shapely rump against his crotch and sandwiching his cock against her rump.
“Don't uh, stop on my account," Keith muttered, as the doors dinged and began to close again.
Without even a word of acknowledgement, the man gave a sigh of relief and then grabbed Charlotte's hips, pressing her forwards enough to let his cock straighten up a bit, and then tugging her back, dipping his hips and adjusting his stance so that he sank deep inside the blaziken without any hesitation whatsoever.
Keith sipped his coffee, trying to ignore what was happening next to him, even as Charlotte started to rock and grind her powerful hips into the man's lap, sinking him hilt-deep inside her. One of his hands slipped down her shapely belly, and pushed between her thighs, rubbing in earnest at her clit.
The doors pinged again, and the man huffed, grasping Charlotte's hips and pulling back, his cock visibly slick with her heated liquids, before pushing her towards the doors. “This is our floor," he mumbled.
Charlotte gave a churring noise, and stepped off the elevator, slipped a taloned hand between her thighs to rub enthusiastically at her recently-vacated cunny, before dropping down onto her knees and bending over a waiting couch, arching her hips upwards invitingly and giving the man a smouldering stare over her shoulder.
As the doors started to close, Keith was greeted by the sight of the blaziken getting fucked urgently into the couch, with quite a good view of her pussy being spread by stiff cock.
A half-minute passed by in sudden silence, and then the doors opened to the administration floor, and Keith stepped off the elevator, adjusting his pants. He looked around for any kind of signs for where to go, and spied one pointing to 'security centre'.
After traversing two hallways, he came upon the familiar sight of Cassandra, Violet Enterprises' security specialist, sitting behind her bank of monitors, with two keyboards in front of her. She was holding one hand aloft, and a silver spoon was rotating slowly in front of her palm, glowing with a ghostly blue light. The blue light tapped at the keyboard, typing in various commands. In front of Cassandra, a screen showed details organized into columns, marked with pictures. It looked like trainer's identification cards.
A porygon floated in front of the leftmost screen, watching the scrolling list of trainers intently, and occasionally pointing at one.
Cassandra would pause, and bring up the indicated trainer's details on another screen, before adding them to another list.
Keith stood awkwardly behind the alakazam and porygon, holding his empty coffee cup in the crook of his arm. After a few moments, he cleared his throat.
Cassandra paused, and then turned to look over her shoulder at him, a brow arching and a single ear perked. “Al?"
“I was meant to come see you about getting a ticket through to Hoenn?" Keith asked carefully. “I'd like to get going today, if that's at all possible?"
The porygon looked Keith up and down, and then made a dismissive motion with its head before backing up into the monitor, seeming to phase through it and disappear. Cassandra lifted her free hand, and directed it at the second keyboard, typing in a series of commands. A new window appeared on the screen, followed by a website for cruise ships. Another screen showed a copy of Keith's new contract. Cassandra scrolled up and down it, checking it over, before looking back over her shoulder at Keith.
“Kazam," Cassandra stated, before turning back to the screen. A printout started from a machine beside her desk, and Keith's tablet pinged in his pocket, signaling a new message from Violet Enterprises.
“Alakazam," Cassandra said dismissively, holding out the ticket for Keith.
Keith took the ticket, and folded it into his pocket. “Um, thank you, Cassandra."
“Zam," Cassandra responded dismissively, turning her attention back to her displays.
Alice jerked awake from her resting place, lifting her face from Atlas' soft belly. The big arcanine gave a grumble at being disturbed, and turned his head towards the door, snorting a tongue of flame in annoyance. Lucia stirred from her place on the second, smaller bed, lifting her head to stare at the door as well.
Alice hurriedly adjusted her clothes, making sure she was presentable, before she dragged herself to the door and pulled it open.
“Good morning," Keith said, eying her tousled hair with a little smirk.
“Morning," Alice mumbled, giving him a stare. “What brings you around here?"
“Finding out if you're sticking with the company, mostly," Keith admitted, scritching his chin with a finger. “I'm off to Hoenn…" he pulled out his ticket, looking it over. “Tonight, at 8PM."
“Oh wow, so soon?" Alice asked, fidgeting. “I… I…"
“Haven't made up your mind yet?" Keith asked with a little smile.
Alice stamped her foot. “No, I haven't!" she admitted with a huff. “I can't even imagine trying to tell my father that I have a job at a porn company!"
“I'm pretty sure you're supposed to say you work for Silhouette, not Violet Enterprises"
“My father would find out I work for Violet Enterprises eventually…" Alice countered, frowning. “And if not him, then some investigative journalist would dig up the dirt to smear my father's name."
“So? What do you care what your father thinks? You're old enough to strike out on your own."
Alice frowned, pursing her lips. “It's not that simple."
“It really is that simple," Keith countered with a little grin. “I fuck pokemon on screen for money. And I love my job. Nobody can stop me from doing it. Not even my parents."
“Ugh," Alice stamped her foot again, and ran her fingers through her hair in frustration. “I'm honestly leaning towards it, okay. I just don't like being pressured."
Keith appraised her for a long moment, and then smirked. “Atlas honey-dicked you, huh?"
“H-honey-dicked me?!"
“Do you have an alternative explanation?" Keith asked sweetly.
Alice narrowed her eyes at him, and then took a step backwards, opening the door far enough so that Keith could see Lucia perched on her knees at the edge of the bed, watching him like a predator waiting to pounce. “If you keep up the shit I'm locking you in the bathroom with her and a handful of oran berries."
“Oran berries?"
Alice stared at him intently. “They help stamina. A lot. If I give her enough oran berries, she'll fuck you until your hips break."
Lucia's tail gave a predatory flick.
“Okay, uh, yep, you take your time thinking about it. I'll be in Hoenn if you need me okay bye!" Keith took a step backwards with a nervous little laugh, and then marched towards the elevator.
Alice looked sideways at where Lucia was watching Keith's retreating form with narrowed eyes, her tail twitching in frustration behind her. The lucario gave a soft, agitated whine, watching what was potentially her last chance to pounce on him retreat down the hallway.
Alice sighed and rolled her eyes, opening the door a little further. “Go get him then."
The doors were almost closed when a black paw inserted between the gap and the doors immediately opened again, revealing Lucia standing in the doorway, staring at him intently.
“Oh, uh, hi Lucia," Keith said, giving a little bit of a nervous laugh. “Whatcha doing?"
“Cario!" Lucia barked, and then stepped inside the elevator with him, smiling up at him sweetly. Her tail gave that little twitch again.
“Uh…" Keith started, only for the lucario to suddenly slam him against the wall, and then drag him down it, until he was seated against the wall. His empty coffee-cup clattered to the floor, cracking down the middle and splitting in half. His hands lifted on reflex to grasp at her shoulders for balance, and he blinked up at her.
The elevator dinged, and the doors started to close again. Keith realised belatedly that he hadn't hit his floor number. But there was zero chance of hitting one with a lucario standing over him.
Lucia smirked, and then moved into his lap, straddling him and settling her weight atop him. She leaned forwards, and caught his mouth in a heated kiss, tilting her muzzle to the left and pressing her tongue past his lips.
Keith gaze a slight wiggle in surprise, but then relaxed, allowing the lucario to kiss him, his hands slipping down her form to rest on her hips. After a few moments, Lucia pulled back, smirking at him, adjusting her stance to give a deliberate grind of her hips against him.
“What, are you going to fuck me right in the elevator?" Keith asked blankly.
Lucia paused, and then stared into his eyes, nodding slowly and smirking. “Lu."
“Oh," Keith said, feeling his face warming. “That's uh…"
Lucia snorted, and then grabbed the front of his pants in both paws, twisting until the button and zipper gave way entirely.
“W-whoa hey st-" Keith tried to protest.
Lucia snorted, and stuffed a paw against his mouth, shushing him as she slipped a paw into his pants and grasped around his hardening cock, pulling it out into the open. “Cario," Lucia purred in triumph, holding his gaze before staring hungrily down at his lap.
For several long seconds, Lucia drank in the sight of his exposed cock, her paw squeezing around it gently, giving a slow little stroke up and down it. “Cario!" she repeated breathily, giving him a series of swift pumps that had him quickly fully hard in her grasp.
Keith slipped his hands across her hips, squeezing them lightly, while Lucia started to grind her crotch against him in earnest. He frowned, feeling her hips, tugging at her fur lightly in confusion. It almost felt like clothes.
“Lu?" Lucia asked, pausing to look up at him, sensing his confusion.
“I'm uh… you're not built like any pokemon I've ever…" he trailed off, grasping her hips again, feeling how pliable the outer layer of her fur felt. “This is… strange."
“Lucario!" Lucia protested, narrowing eyes up at him. She released his cock, and then slid both of her paws to her own hips, lifting herself off him enough that she could slip digits from each paw into the band of her shorts and pull them down a few inches.
“Wait what?" Keith asked blankly.
“Cario," Lucia said smugly, sliding her paws to the front of her shorts and tugging them away from her flesh, letting him see where the sleek lines of black fur disappeared down into darkness. She pushed one paw down the front of her pants, visibly rubbing at herself, and then lifted a wet paw up and pressing a digit into his mouth without warning.
Keith almost gagged in surprise, his eyes wide as the hot taste of aroused lucario flooded his mouth. He relaxed after a few moments, letting the lucario push her pawdigit back and forth in his mouth, rubbing her taste over his tongue.
“Lucario," she purred, smirking and grinding herself against him a little more intently. She slipped her paw from his mouth and then reached down to grasp one of his wrists, bringing his hand to the front of her body and pushing it past the hem of her shorts.
Keith got the message immediately, and pushed his hand further down the front of her shorts, rubbing fingertips back and forth until he found the source of heat and wetness in there. The soft crevice of Lucia's cunny spread against his fingers, pliable and sweet, but tight. He curled his fingers, burying first one, and then another inside her, working them back and forth eagerly.
Lucia bit back a moan, pushing her hips into his touch, and then kneeling to the side far enough that she could lean down and take his cock into her muzzle without hesitation.
Keith hissed in surprise, his legs kicking reflexively, his free hand finding the back of her head, resting between her ears as her tongue gave a flurry of wild, urgent licks right against his tip.
“Oh f-fuck!" Keith groaned, his stomach lurching as Lucia sank down him fully, pushing all the way down him until her muzzle was seated in his lap, and she could swallow eagerly around his tip, curling her tongue over him.
Keith's hips arched upwards in slow little humps against her muzzle, while Lucia smirked and bobbed her muzzle up and down him in time with the motions. Her paws slipped down her body, resting on either side of her own hips and pushing her shorts down until her rump was exposed. Her knees drew together, and she slipped her shorts down far enough that she could draw her legs up out of them, leaving her lower half entirely bare, letting Keith see the patterns of her fur.
Lucia caught him staring, and smirked, slipping her muzzle off his cock with a lick of her lips, and then rolling to the side, so she was resting on one hip. She lifted a leg, smirking at him and arching an eyebrow curiously.
The soft creamy fur of her upper half terminated around her waist, becoming shorter fuzz that was a soft, smooth black. Blue fur the same shade as her other fur wrapped around her crotch in a smooth oval pattern, stretching down the length of her inner thighs almost to her knees. The soft, pliable outer lips of her cunny were stretched around his digits still, revealing the soft inner pink of her flesh hidden amongst the plump blue-furred lips of her cunt.
Keith stared, and then swallowed thickly, rubbing his thumb up to give a little motion against her clit.
“Cario," Lucia groaned, hooking a leg over his arm and then grasping around his cock with her paw again, giving it a slow stroke up and down, staring at him hungrily.
The elevator pinged and began to move, heading down.
Lucia's eyes flashed angrily, and she gave a furious 'Cario!', and Keith gasped as she squeezed the base of his cock a little more intently than necessary. With an incensed growl, she snatched up her shorts, and started to step back into them. She drew them up her hips, and immediately, they seemed to meld back to her body, becoming part of her again.
Keith was left on his rump, cock in full view, as the elevator doors opened to a familiar trainer and Charlotte, the blaziken. They both stared for several moments, and then seemed to shrug inwardly before stepping into the elevator.
With a nervous laugh, Keith straightened himself up, closing his pants and then realising that the zipper and button were completely ruined. He tried to hold his pants together with one hand as he pulled himself back to his feet,
A fuming Lucia stood in the corner of the elevator, her tail flicking back and forth with almost murderous intent. The elevator descended again, and Keith frowned, looking sideways at Lucia. “Not this time."
Lucia perked a single ear, red eyes narrowed in fury, but also slight confusion.
Keith hit a floor number; floor five. Remembering the building plan for the Violet Enterprises Headquarters, floor five was a floor devoted to in-house stages for various shoots.
“You're not getting away this time," Keith stated flatly, stepping back beside the lucario, still holding his pants up with one hand. “I'm fucking you. This is happening."
“Cario?" Lucia asked, peering up at him, her tail starting to slowly, eagerly flick back and forth.
The trainer and Charlotte looked away from them both, but they were clearly overhearing what was going on.
Keith leaned down to rest his cheek against one of Lucia's ears, slipping his free hand down her front and back into her shorts, giving a little rub at her clit. “I'm going balls-deep in you. This is happening. I don't care if I have to do it in front of the entire company."
“Cario," Lucia agreed, feet spreading apart slightly and hips arching towards the touch of his fingers.
The doors pinged, and Keith pulled his hand out of her shorts, instead wrapping both hands around her middle and picking her up in a bridal carry. His pants fell down, leaving him naked from the waist, and he stepped awkwardly out of them, kicking them into the hallway.
“Have fun you two!" the trainer called as the elevator started to close.
Charlotte waved a clawed hand at them both. “Blazi!"
Lucia grumbled at being picked up, but then gave a low purr, her tail curling and twisting up to lay over top of his exposed cock, giving a slow, wispy stroke over it. “Caaario."
Keith smirked, and then kicked his pants further down the hall, past several numbered doors. There were lights above each one, showing green for vacant and red for 'in use'. One of the rooms was in use at present, but the rest were all vacant. Keith tested one door, finding that it opened easily. He fumbled around, juggling the weight of the lucario while hunting for a light switch. The lights came on when Keith flicked the switch up, and revealed a big, long table Keith associated with office meetings. A dozen or so chairs stood around it, with a speaker telephone system in the centre of the table. A whiteboard at one end of the room was set up with a projector, and a second whiteboard showed various meeting notes.
With a little bit of a smirk, Keith flicked the big button next to the lights over to the 'occupied' setting, and he heard the light come on above the door with a soft hum
Keith set Lucia back down on her feet, and then pushed her firmly towards the table. “I'm going to fuck you now."
Lucia gave an excited wiggle, staring up at him, and then turning and ambling towards the big meeting table, pressing her shorts down around her ankles as she went, stepping out of them lightly. She grinned and bent over the big table, slipping a paw down between her own thighs to give a slow rub at her own cunny, making sure to arch her hips enough that Keith could see.
Keith stepped up behind her, grasping her tail, dragging out towards the tip in a fluffy handful, while his other palm found her shapely hips, squeezing them lightly.
“Caaario…" Lucia purred, arching her hips upwards
Keith pushed the jackal pokemon further onto the table, until her thighs bumped against the edge and her chest-spike dug into the wood. Both hands grasped her hips now, arching them upwards to give the most advantageous angle to that sexy rump and the blue mound of her cunny. The pressure of his grasp on her rump spread her, revealing a line of pink amidst that rounded mound of blue. With a shudder, Keith adjusted his stance, having to swoop down the tiniest amount to align their bodies, pushing his rock-hard tip right against that line of pink.
“Oh fuck I've wanted to do this to you for so long," Keith growled, staring down at where his cock touched against that soft, supple flesh.
Lucia looked at him over her shoulder, her tail giving intent, eager twitches back and forth, betraying her excitement.
Keith growled eagerly, and then leaned forwards, watching the blue of her supple outer lips spread wide before the pink of inner flesh swallowed up his tip. Hot, tight lucario cunny grasped around him,and both human and pokemon moaned as he finally spread her around him, burying inside her for the first time. His hands grasped her hips intently, shuddering as she rolled them against him, causing silky flesh to drag across his tip delightfully.
Taking a step forwards, Keith pulled her back against him almost urgently, giving a quick series of firm shoves that sank deep, deep inside Lucia's body, spreading her around him until he was buried inside her fully and his balls were resting heavy and full right against the soft mound of her cunt..
“C-cario…" Lucia groaned, rolling her hips against him slowly, panting softly and pushing back against him, while supple inner fleshed squeezed around his tip in a warm, slick embrace.
Keith held tight to the lucario, very slowly grinding against her, while warm palms worked up and down her sides, lightly squeezing her sleek body. Lucia rolled her hips back against him slowly, and then gasped in surprise and delight as he suddenly started to hammer hard, eager thrusts deep inside her, rocking her back and forth without warning.
Keith wrapped arms around her from behind, helping support her as he fucked her into the table with hard, eager thrusts, his hips thudding into her own as his cock buried deep inside her, spreading her around him and causing patters of her arousal to dribble between her thighs. His heavy balls bumped against her clit at the end of each thrust, just adding to the wild stimulation, and sending the lucario wild with delight.
“Lu-! Ca-! Ri-! O-!" Lucia yelped with each balls-deep thrust, punctuating each powerful hump into her willing body with a new noise.
“Is this what you wanted?" Keith asked between powerful humps, rocking her body back and forth, cramming himself as deep inside her as he could get. “Wanted me stuffing that tight. Cario. Pussy!?" He ended his question with a trio of hard shoves that had Lucia's chest spike gouging marks into the table under her, while her tight flesh started to spasm and clench around him reflexively.
“C-cario! Luca! Cario!" Lucia barked, ears flattened fully and her tail quivering against him almost as intently as her slippery flesh was squeezing around his thrusting cock.
Keith growled, leaning over the lucario further and starting to fuck her with wild, urgent humps, sliding back even further and then cramming himself balls-deep inside her squeezing cunny. “I'm gonna fucking come," he panted in her ear.
“Cario!" Lucia managed to stammer out, pushing back against him almost desperately. “Lu! Lu! L-luca!"
Keith gripped the smaller pokemon tight, and then pulled her backwards, scraping her chestspike against the table, but managing to pull her down until she had to support herself with a knee on one of the chairs, her other foot dangling down and brushing against the floor. Keith hammered her with wild thrusts all the while, but once her hips cleared the edge of the table, he was able to slip his free hand down past her thighs and begin rubbing fingers directly against her little clit as he pounded her.
“L-luca!" Lucia yelped, her legs squeezing shut tight and increasing the pressure of her flesh around him, trapping his fingers against her. Keith growled, and then gripped her knee, forcing her legs apart and then pressing her firmly into the table again, giving her a series of rough, almost violent humps in rebuke.
“Keep your fucking legs spread!" Keith snarled at her, edging one of his knees in between her own so she couldn't close her legs without tumbling off balance. And then he slipped his fingers back down to continue toying with her clit as he ravaged her, fucking her with wild abandon.
“C-cario! Lucario!" Lucia stammered weakly, her ears flattened fully and cheeks flushed, her entire body convulsing as he played with her clit. The touches to her clit caused her to clench around him harder, and the added friction just made him fuck her harder and in turn drove her own pleasure upwards.
“Come for me," Keith order, pinching her clit and slamming his hips against her own, fucking her with ruthlessly hard thrusts, causing slick dribbles and gushes of her liquids to spill down her inner thighs. He leaned over her, his voice low and intent. “Come for me so I can blow my fucking load in you."
Lucia bit her bottom lip, her tail spasming weakly against him and her paws grasping at the edge of the table hard enough that something splintered. “C-cario! Cario!" she whined, rocking back against him reflexively, the floor between her thighs visibly spattered with her liquids. Tight flesh cinched down around him in rhythmic pulses, and she quivered, her breath catching in her throat.
Keith growled, and slowed down, holding the lucario on the edge, smirking down at her wickedly. Her hips rolled urgently, and she pushed back against him desperately, one of her paws reaching down to push between her thighs… and then Keith pressed her back into the table and gave her his final, rutting humps, shoving into her with wild, urgent shoves that audibly slapped his hips against hers.
Lucia snarled in delight, and then bit down on his wrist, muffling a howl of delight.
Keith gasped at the bite, almost losing his focus, but then the maddeningly intense rhythmic squeezes of an orgasming lucario around his cock caught up to him, and he gave her a few more wild, jackhammer thrusts, rocking her body back and forth. His cock stiffened, pulsing madly, and then jerked and started to unload inside her, pumping gush after gush of human spunk deep inside clenching pink lucario cunny.
Lucia rocked back against him roughly, red eyes narrowed and intent, staring unseeingly at the whiteboards across the room as her body reacted to the bursts of spunk by clenching and milking around him urgently, squeezing and coaxing around his spurting cock, urging it to fill her further.
He held tight to her, alternatively gasping in delight and pain at the bite to his wrist, his hips jerking against her as he pumped those repeated bursts of cum deep inside her. Mingled liquids started to gather at the point of her clit, drooling and dripping from between her thighs and over the fingers still toying with her. He continued to lightly finger her clit, enjoying the way it made her squeeze around him, prolonging their pleasure for several more wild moments before they finally both slumped.
“Fuck," Keith hissed, wrapping a weak arm around the lucario and pulling her up onto the table properly again, so he could lean his weight against her, his knees shaking and threatening to sink them both to the floor.
“C-cario…" Lucia groaned, releasing his wrist and licking her lips once or twice, before resting her cheek flat against the desk, exhausted.
“I didn't... hurt you, did I?" Keith asked wearily, wrapping an arm around the lucario and squeezing warmly.
Lucia lifted her head to give him an incredulous stare, and then forcefully pulled his arm closer to her, beginning to gently lick the blood from the small wounds her teeth had left in his flesh.
Keith gave a weak laugh, and then a hiss between clenched teeth. “You're right, you did hurt me more." He grasped her hips lightly with one hand, and then gave a slow grind against her, panting faintly. “We need to do this again sometime."
Lucia peered up at him, and gave a slow, careful grind of her hips back against him, before giving a little nod of agreement. “Lu."
A weary Keith swiped his new keycard through the door reader, and the lock clicked, admitting him to his new home for the week on a cruise ship bound for Hoenn. It looked like a hotel room, with one large bed, a smaller bed to the side, a table, a television bolted to the wall, a bathroom to the side, and a large doorway leading to a private balcony.
Carefully, Keith put his backpack down on the table, checking the egg contained within; the egg he had been given only weeks previously in Johto. It felt like months had passed.
Aleda and tammy slipped into the room, and each chose a spot on the beds within, while Fayah stomped in last, looking for a corner. She scowled at a plant that was occupying a space she wanted to sit in, and then stomped over to it, picking it up and placing it aside so she could sit with her back to the corner.
“You do know you can come sleep on the bed, right?" Keith asked blankly. “None of us are going to attack you or anything. You don't have to keep constantly guarding your back."
Fayah stared up at him, and then harrumphed, crossing her arms.
Keith rolled his eyes and heaved a sigh. “Have it your way."
He flicked on the television, and found a channel that was showing an advertisement disguised as a documentary, showing a resort somewhere on the coast of Hoenn.
“Welp, we're here for a week," Keith said with a sigh, flopping on his back on the bed and staring at the ceiling. “Again. Geeze. We just got off a cruise ship."
“Nine," Aleda agreed, stretching her forepaws out in front of her and laying her chin on them, tails curling out to occupy most of the space on the bed.
“Vul," Tammy chimed in, sprawling amongst the tails and resting her chin on one, using it as a pillow.
“I wonder what Alice is up to," Keith mused aloud, idly flicking through news articles on his tablet. “Probably in her room getting boned by Atlas."
“Nine," Aleda agreed, crawling over to him and resting her chin on his shoulder, watching him scroll through the articles.
Keith lifted a hand, and lightly scritched the base of her ears, resting his cheek against her own. “I'll have to get a good map of Hoenn and see what places there are to visit while we're over there. Might as well enjoy the place if we're being sent over there on Violet Enterprises' dime."
“Nine!" Aleda agreed enthusiastically, pushing her warm nose in against his neck and giving a content sigh.
Keith continued to scritch behind her ears, lightly stroking at her headfluff, before a curt knock on the balcony door made him look up.
Fayah growled, and Keith sat up, staring at the curtained door, before he set his tablet out and shuffled out of bed. He moved over to the door, hesitantly grasping the handle of it and sliding it open.
Lucia had taken it on herself to remove her shorts entirely, and was sitting stride the guardrail on his private balcony, side-on, one leg lifted to rest a foot on the rail. Her shorts were discarded on the balcony below her, and her paws were gripping the railing for balance, tail lazily curled over top of the tail, leaning back enough to give quite the view of her supple body.
Keith stared.
“Good morning!" Alice said, leaning over the balcony next to his own, peering around the opaque partition to smirk at him. The large head of Atlas leaned past her, giving him a quick stare and an 'arc!'
“Oh uh, hi guys," Keith said with a single blink. “So you did make it onto the cruise then?"
“Evidently!" Alice responded, smirking. “Even got in the room next to yours."
Keith stepped up beside the railing, beside Lucia, and immediately, she wrapped a strong paw around him, pulling him against her. Keith hooked his arm around her middle, so she didn't end up tumbling off the side of the cruise ship. “So, took the position, then?" Keith asked, peering over at Alice.
Alice shook her head. “I told Fiona I need more time… they sent Atlas with me on this trip as a provisional contract, to see if I like it enough to convince me."
“Honey-dicking you," Keith said with a little smirk.
“Lucia," Alice said simply.
Lucia swivelled slightly and grabbed the front of his shirt in a paw, pulling him close and narrowing eyes at him.
“Okay, geeze, I'll lie then," Keith said with the barest hint of a smirk, resting a palm on Lucia's belly.
“I'm with you until you get back to headquarters," Alice stated, reaching a hand up to rest on Atlas' cheek, stroking lightly and leaning against him. “And if you keep bothering me I'm going to tell Lucia to be extra-rough with you."
“She drew blood last time," Keith said with a chuckle, slipping his hand further down her form and pressing a finger into the cleft between her thighs, finding her clit and giving a little rub against it. Lucia crossed her legs slightly and leaned against him with the softest of gasps, her hips shifting slowly.
“I'll tell her to draw more," Alice stated. She stared at them both, and then narrowed her eyes suspiciously. “Sweet Arceus Keith, you're going to molest my lucario in front of me? Just… get a room!"
Keith arched an eyebrow at her, and then sank a digit into the tight depths of Lucia's cunny, spreading her around his digit and making her gasp louder and grind her hips towards him. “You know, I think I might."
Lucia shifted in surprise as Keith picked her up, and she wrapped her arms around his neck as he pulled her into a bridal-carry. He turned, carrying her inside the room, and closed the door behind him with his foot.