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File Name: Libidinous Luxray

Owner: Xianyu

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File Type: Story:Adult:M/F: Human x Ninetales, Human x Luxray

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Details: Languid Luxray's Laudably Lasting Lewdness

The shining lights of Slateport city lay spread out in front of Keith as he sipped a drink before bed. He was sitting on the balcony of his room in the big hotel overlooking the city with Aleda at his side. It was only the tenth floor but it was a long, long way down and he could see all the way out over the inky-black ocean, a lighthouse in the distance lazily spinning a beam across the coast.

The night air was brisk, and Keith almost contemplated getting a jacket, but he was only out here to finish his drink before bed. His left eye was throbbing, slightly puffy from being punched, and his lip stung when he sipped his drink. But all in all, he felt like he had 'won' that particular fight. After all, Fayah had chosen him.

Belatedly, at least.

Fayah herself was sitting inside, next to the potted plant in the corner as she always did. Her old, worn pokeball was sitting in the rim of the pot for safe-keeping, its edges dull and scratched. There was something else there, too. A shiny silver bell that Keith had given her and the tag from her old collar. Keepsakes of some kind was all Keith could assume.

Fayah's fur was dirty and she looked like she'd rolled in broken glass at some point, with marks on her forearms that looked suspiciously like dried blood. But Keith was much more concerned with sleep. He didn't even have the energy to order something for dinner.

Keith turned to peer at Aleda. The ninetales was staring out over the lights of the city, her expression unreadable. He offered her the next sip of his bottle; it was a type of coconut rum he was fond of.

Aleda turned to peer at him, leaning closer to the mouth of the bottle and snuffling at it curiously. She paused, her ears flattening back as she wrinkled her nose, turning away from it. Keith chuckled slightly but Aleda turned back, seeming to reconsider her distaste. She pondered, then placed her lips over the end of the bottle, extending her tongue around the entire end of it and then letting the bottle tilt until the liquid came in contact with her tongue.

There was another momentary pause before Aleda spluttered and pulled backwards with a hard jerk of her head, turning away and coughing the liquid over the edge of the balcony. She made several displeased noises, and then blowing a ball of radiant purple fire into the night air to clear her mouth of the taste, before staring at him, upset.

Keith chuckled, reaching over to lay a hand on her neck. “Maybe it's an acquired taste."

---

Keith stretched his aching limbs, not even opening his eyes. One side of the bed was heavily indented by the sleeping form of Fayah, with Aleda under the covers next to him, and Tammy on the spare bed. He didn't even really recall getting into bed.The sun had barely cresting the horizon, throwing the first weak rays of the morning directly through the open door he had forgotten to close and the curtain he hadn't pulled shut.

Groaning, Keith struggled his way out from under the blankets, upsetting Fayah, who stirred fitfully and then looked around in abject confusion for several long seconds. After a few moments, she slipped out of bed then stomped over to her corner, sitting down heavily and staring out at the rest of the room.

Keith turned on the kettle before closing the door and the blinds, noticing a cruise ship pulling into the harbour and thanking Arceus that he wasn't getting on it. Aleda stretched out on the bed, giving a long, lazy arch, before flopping down on her other side and curling up to sleep. Tammy grumbled at the disturbance, burrowing further into Aleda's tails until all that was visible was a single auburn paw poking out between two of them.

Keith was reaching for his tablet, having already decided to book an extra night so he could just go back to bed, when the tablet started ringing. He almost dropped it in surprise but steadied himself and slid the answer button over.

“Hello?" he asked, uncertainly.

“Keith?" Fiona asked cheerily. “I hope I didn't wake you!"

“Oh, almost, but I'm awake," Keith responded, carrying the tablet over to the counter and placing it down so he could start making himself a coffee. “What's up?"

“Calling you about a job offer!" Fiona said delicately. “It's a bit outside the purview of Violet Enterprises. More gigolo work than acting work, if you know what I mean."

“I absolutely don't," Keith assured her. “You mean like… being a manwhore?"

“Well, yes and no…" Fiona said awkwardly. She hummed thoughtfully. “It's more like, a companion. A date or an excursion. You'd be very well paid but I sincerely cannot tell you what would be expected of you."

“This all sounds very hush-hush. The last time I stepped out of my comfort zone I got held in bondage for several hours and I lost the use of muscles I didn't even know I owned, so I'm a bit hesitant without some more information."

“I get that," Fiona soothed. “I can give you some details but, as I said, I can't promise or even guess as to what the client will want. You will be at the mercy of the capricious whims of a pokemon."

Keith frowned to himself, idly stirring some milk in his cup while the kettle boiled. “Okay, so… what is it then?"

“Well, we have a client who will be in Slateport this evening. A very wealthy one. “I'm talking ridiculously wealthy. And he has this super-pampered pokemon. I'm not even joking, she gets an entire floor of his yacht to herself. It's nuts. I think she even has her own barman even though she only drinks water."

She paused and Keith gave a non-committal noise, encouraging her to go on.

“Anyway, this pokemon has a thing for humans. And her owner does not have a thing for pokemon. They really do love each other, from what I understand, but their relationship is platonic. He does not feel any sexual urges for her at all. Or maybe he's impotent? Either way, he hires our actors out on the side to 'entertain' her for a day or two when he gets the chance. And the pokemon decides what happens. Sex is pretty much a given but you might be required to massage her, or comb her, or even 'seduce' her over a long date somehow. I don't know. Oh and it might involve being electroc—lightly electrocuted. She's an electric type, a luxray. They zap things."

Keith frowned at his cup as he poured the hot water in, chewing on his lips. “I don't know. Is she going to ask me to do anything… weird?"

“Probably!" Fiona said, sounding far too chipper. “She's the pokemon of a ridiculously rich businessman. The kind of businessman that has the kind of stupid amounts of money that means he attends the secret meetings where people fuck each other in charizard costumes or whatever. But it'll probably be something relatively tame like eating caviar off her belly before going down on her or something."

Keith took a sip of his coffee, debating the idea in his head. “Okay, fine. I'll do it."

“Good, good, you are to meet him on pier…. You know what, you'll be able to tell which one it is," Fiona said with a slight giggle. “I'll let them know to expect you. I… hmmm. I think you might need to leave Aleda with someone, probably Alice, until you're done there."

“What about Tammy and Fayah?" Keith asked.

“Fayah?" Fiona asked sharply.

Keith gave a single nervous laugh. “Oh uh, yeah. She kind of… came back."

There was a long silence from Fiona's end of the line. “She… came back?"

Keith leaned against the counter, sighing, looking over at Fayah as she stared back at him. “Last night. She tracked me down outside the contest area here in Slateport. She had her pokeball with her and James wasn't with her. I'm certain she's sincere."

“You understand this could be a trick?" Fiona asked bluntly.

Keith sighed again. “I considered it but, like I said, I think she's sincere. She gave… well, she is in possession of her pokeball."

Fiona's short silence communicated an angry frown. “You don't even have her pokeball?"

“I could take it from her," Keith stated confidently.

Fayah reached over and took her pokeball from the pot plant, holding it against her chest protectively.

Keith pursed his lips slightly. “Though I won't. I trust her."

There was a long pause before Fiona responded. “Fine. Fine. But your pokemon will have to remain in their pokeballs or in the care of Alice while you're aboard the ship."

Keith glanced over at Aleda, who was sprawled happily across the bed. “With Alice, then."

“Whatever you choose," Fiona said, sighing heavily. “We're going to need to have another face-to-face chat when you get back to headquarters."

“I'm not planning on going back for a while," Keith admitted.

“I will not have you transporting proprietary tech for the company while there is a pokemon of unknown background amongst you. At the very least you need to be in complete control of her pokeball."

Keith sighed. “Yeah, I guess that makes sense."

“I will contact you with further details when we learn more. Cassandra hasn't discovered yet how James knew where you were and this… complication with his pokemon is, well, complicating things."

“She's not his pokemon," Keith said confidently. “Fayah is my pokemon now."

“Legally, morally, or intrinsically?" Fiona quipped.

Keith snorted. “At least the last two. I think."

“If she hasn't given you her pokeball, if she is in control of her pokeball and hasn't given it to you, then she hasn't made her mind up yet and you need to be aware of the potential of her choosing someone that isn't you."

“Why are you spelling out the obvious?" Keith asked blankly.

“To ensure that you are fully grasping the obvious. She chose against you once before. Don't be so confident that it can't happen again."

Keith frowned, and then sighed. “Yeah, I guess," he conceded, picking up his coffee and taking a sip. “But I'm willing to give her a chance."

“You are to meet the Hazina in port this evening, no later than 7PM. Please ensure you are properly clean, even get some scented soaps or the like. Our client is very… affluent and their standards are quite a bit higher than normal."

“I'll, uh, give it a go," Keith said, hoping the hotel soaps would be sufficient enough.

“And try to wear something presentable. If your clothes are ruined, we will add it to the bill afterwards. You are expected to spend the evening, the night, and at least the morning aboard the ship. I don't expect you'll be getting 'worn out' aboard but we can't discount the possibility."

Keith chewed on his tongue a moment. “Speaking of 'worn out'..."

“Yes?"

“I've been noticing lately that my, uh, stamina has been increased," Keith said awkwardly.

“Duration or repeat performances?"

“Mainly the whole repeat performances," Keith said with a slightly nervous laugh. “I'm just wondering if it's some kind of side effect of something? This is definitely the only time in my life it's happened. Since I started working at Violet Enterprises, that is."

“It is a side effect, yes. It is noted that 'attract' starts to 'build up' in your system after being used many times. Its effects can last several months. Almost all of our actors experience it. You really don't read the ancillary notes, do you?"

Keith gave another nervous laugh. “No, not really."

“Well, it's all in there. Of course, we only have anecdotes and shared experiences as we don't exactly have any clinical trials for this kind of thing," Fiona explained, a heavy sigh in her voice. “But excess libido and incredibly thin refractory periods are to be expected. Though I wouldn't get too excited, if I were you. Exhaustion, dehydration, even heatstroke have been reported in some cases. The human body, at least the male human body, was not designed to have prolonged sexual activity back to back like that. You normally push down and ignore things like overheating or dehydration in favour of orgasm but if you can go multiple times…"

Keith chewed on his tongue a little bit more. “Yeah I always do feel pretty exhausted after that kind of thing."

“Just make sure you have lots of water. Moomoo milk, preferably."

“You keep suggesting that."

“And you keep not taking my suggestion," Fiona said, with an edge to her voice

Keith gave a mix of a grumble and a sigh before admitting, “Don't know where to get it."

“Local pokecenters should stock some, if you ask. They keep a decent stash of it out back for people caught in the elements in hotter climates. But, generally speaking, if you're not traipsing through the snow to get there, the pokecenter will have some. It'll be expensive since it isn't for an emergency situation but you should be able to get a bottle or two."

“I'll, uh, keep that in mind. In case this pokemon wants to wear me out."

“Zahara," Fiona corrected. “Zahara is the luxray, Jahi is the affluent businessman. Though…" Fiona trailed off.

Keith paused. “Yes?"

“Jahi is… a little bit eccentric."

“Well he is rich and hiring someone to fuck his luxray so I'd expect no less."

“He's foreign eccentric," Fiona corrected carefully. “Just… don't be expecting high-class stuffy-nosed tea-sipping luddites. Think more… gold filigree and ferris wheels."

“Gold filigree and ferris wheels," Keith repeated thoughtfully. “Sounds like a cool album."

“You'll know what I mean when he arrives," Fiona assured. “Just look for the really flashy yacht."

“It's a yacht," Keith retorted. “They're all flashy."

“Two-hundred sixty foot luxury yacht, slate grey hull, and with multicolour LED strips along the hull near the waterline. He alternates between yellow and calming blue depending on how ostentatious he feels day to day."

Keith paused at that. “That's… a really big boat."

“Affluent," Fiona reiterated bluntly. “Very affluent."

“Well, at least I won't miss it."

“You most definitely will not. Your ride will leave from the dock around dusk. Zahara prefers natural scents. I'm sure you can scrounge up something based on leppa berries or the like."

“I'll keep that in mind," Keith responded, idly examining a tray of different personal-hygiene products on the counter with price tags on them. They were all different colours, labelled 'all purpose body wash' and each a different 'flavour' of berry.

“I'm also sending you a list, for Fayah. It's a list of all Violet Enterprise shelters."

“We run pokemon shelters?" Keith asked blankly.

Fiona gave a noncommittal noise. “Kind of. We 'partner' with them more than anything. We own a controlling stake in some, directly fund others, and actually run a couple of them, especially around our headquarters, but the list is basically every shelter we have a say in how it's run and they are quite friendly to former or current 'acting' pokemon. Just in case, you know, Fayah needs somewhere else to go."

Keith stared glumly at his cup of coffee. “Yeah, I'll show her."

“I'll forward your profile to our client, just… don't go in there with expectations. You might be abducted to a sex dungeon for a night or just be asked to snuggle for a few hours, I really can't tell you."

“Got it," Keith said, picking out one of the tubes of body wash, a purple one that had 'made with real payapa berries' written down the length of it in yellow cursive. There was a small pressure plate in the stand that he had taken it from and the charge for it would be added to his bill automatically.

“I'll leave you to it. And please, be on your best behavior, your actions will reflect on the company."

“I'll try not to fuck it up," Keith promised, before closing the call.

He moved over to his backpack, rummaging around in it for something decent to wear, and paused momentarily to shift the egg around in there. It felt like it had been months since he had gotten the egg, all the way back in Johto. But it was still warm and therefore most likely still 'alive' at least. As he was shifting it,the egg rocked back against his palm, as though something inside it had moved.

Keith stopped, resting his palm against the egg, but it didn't move again. Shrugging inwardly, he selected his clothes for the evening and laid them out on the counter so he could iron them later. Picking up the body wash he headed for the shower.

Pausing in the doorway, Keith cast a glance over at Fayah. She was back in her corner, staring at her fists which were hanging between her thighs.

“Fayah," Keith called gently.

Fayah looked up, her mohawk shadowing one side of her face.

“C'mere, we'll get you cleaned up a little bit."

Fayah frowned at that but, after a moment's deliberation, she took her pokeball and placed it carefully in the potted plant before rising to her paws and stomping over to follow Keith into the bathroom.

Thankfully, the bathroom was built with trainers in mind and was quite large, with one entire side of it devoted to a shower area that would hold an arcanine with room to wag his tail (if he didn't mind his nose being pressed against tile the entire time).

Keith pulled the door halfway closed behind them, Fayah turning to watch him. In the small room, Keith was suddenly aware of how big she was.

With her mohawk, Fayah already had a huge silhouette, but face-to-face she was so much bigger. She constantly walked hunched over but, even hunched, her mohawk was higher than Keith's eye level and he only had to look down slightly to meet her eyes. As Fayah straightened up properly, she was a full head taller than him; easily six feet tall. Her mohawk added another couple feet to her imposing form.

Fayah's neck was matted down from the collar that she had always worn, the fur there an entirely different shade from the rest. There were flecks of blood and dirt on one of her shoulders and one of her haunches had a big smear of some unidentified material dried into it.

“You are a mess," Keith stated.

Fayah tilted her head, ears flattening.

“Here," Keith said, uncapping the bottle of body wash and holding it up for her to smell. “You like this?"

Fayah leaned down enough to sniff around the edge of the bottle, wrinkling her nose for just a moment, before nodding.

“Good, good," Keith said, setting the bottle down so he could turn the shower on. He started with the hot tap and, very quickly, the hot water striking the cold tile filled the room with steam. After letting the tiles warm, he turned on the cold water until it was an acceptable temperature and cast Fayah a sideways glance.

Fayah was watching him, her short tear-drop tail giving uncertain twitches.

With a little bit of apprehension, Keith started to strip out of his clothes, pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it aside, while Fayah watched him with a wary stare. Keith undid the front of his pants, kicking them off, feeling slightly self-conscious to be naked around Fayah in such an intimate setting.

“Arceus, you're huge," he said with a slightly anxious chuckle, looking up into her eyes.

Fayah tilted her head in mild bemusement.

“Cmon, let's get you under the water," Keith continued, motioning towards the shower.

Fayah nodded and did as ordered, turning and stepping into the shower, casually walking under the spray. She didn't test the water first, or feel it against her fur. She just stepped directly underneath the spray.

Frowning, Keith stepped in with her, pulling the shower curtain closed behind him.

Fayah automatically stepped back as Keith entered, allowing him access to the spray, and she hunched over on instinct, so that her mohawk wasn't so close to the nozzle. Already, it was losing its shape, starting to hang down further and further over her face with the weight of the water soaking into it.

Keith reached up to gently brush it out of her face and Fayah watched him uncertainly, little tail twitching.

“Relax," Keith said, smiling as casually as he could manage. “Just enjoy the water!"

To demonstrate, Keith carefully knelt down, turning to sit against the wall of the shower, the water spraying down around his shoulders. He put his arms on his knees, and relaxed back, giving a happy sigh and closing his eyes.

There was a shifting of weight and Keith felt Fayah hunching over in the limited space available.

And then he felt a pair of very large paws between his thighs and then the timid swirl of a tongue dragging up the underside of his cock.

Eyes snapping open, Keith squirmed, staring down between his thighs to where six feet worth of lycanroc were curled up so that she could reach him. At his reaction, she drew back, ears flattening. Keith reached down and grasped her wrists, pulling them away from his groin and shaking his head firmly. “Fayah, no," he stated emphatically.

Fayah stared at him, looking confused and giving a faint whine.

Keith pursed his lips, and then released her wrists, making a motion with his hand. “Turn around."

Fayah huffed slightly to herself but did as ordered, turning around and sitting glumly with her back facing him.

Keith leaned forwards, wrapping his arms around her middle, pulling her back towards him. Even with her soft fur on smooth tile and the water to help ease the motion, it took a considerable amount of effort to move Fayah's bulk and he grumbled slightly against her shoulder. Fayah resisted at first but eventually acquiesced to the insistent tugs at her shoulders and laid back against Keith's chest, her head level with his shoulders.

“Here, see?" Keith said, picking up the bottle of body wash and squirting a line of the purple liquid across her front. Both hands came up to massage the fur of her chest and stomach, working the liquid into it until it frothed up. He couldn't help but marvel at the tightness beneath her soft fur. It was like a fur coat draped over a living boulder.

“I'm not that kind of trainer," Keith explained carefully as he rubbed the bodywash into her fur.

Fayah perked an ear at him, staring at the opposite wall and clearly listening intently to what he had to say.

“I didn't bring you in here for… that. I'm not even…" Keith trailed off, rubbing his palm firmly over Fayah's lower belly and stole a glance at the mound of lycanroc cunny so tantalisingly close to his fingers. Her hips were almost perfect; just the right mix of width and slimness, with the perfect shape and curvature, with powerful bands of muscles leading down to what he assumed was a soft core.

For an instant, Keith imaged Fayah bouncing in his lap.

“Okay, that's a lie. I am definitely interested in you in that way, but not enough to… abuse you like that," Keith said, lifting his hands up to her throat and gently rubbing some of the soap into her neck, trying to get the fur there a little bit cleaner.

Fayah frowned but lifted her muzzle to give him easier access.

Keith huffed, resting his forehead on her muzzle, staring down into her eyes for a moment as she looked back at him. “If I end up… fucking you, it's going to be because you want that, not because I want that."

Fayah stared at him, her little tail giving uncertain wiggles again. But she nodded her understanding of the concept.

“Do you?" Keith asked awkwardly, sliding his palms over her chest and stomach, keeping the motion gentle and smooth. “Wanna do that with me, that is?" he clarified, peering down at her curiously.

Fayah stared up at him, seeming like she was going to nod. Her head lifted the tiniest amount but didn't lower to complete the motion. She just continued to stare at him, puzzled.

“Ly… can…" she murmured uncertainly, frowning, her ears flattening back.

“See, this is why I don't want do anything with you, unless you're the one that wants it," Keith said with a little smile, kissing her upside-down nose. Fayah blinked, going a little bit cross-eyed as she stared at where he had kissed, obviously not accustomed to the motion.

Keith made a circular motion with a finger, picking up the bottle of body wash again. “Now roll over so I can get the rest of you."

---

Keith and Fayah emerged from the shower, damp and smelling faintly of payapa. Fayah's fur was still quite wet past the inner layer so the hulking lycanroc stomped her way over to the sliding door and then slipped outside to let the breeze dry her fur.

Dressed only in a pair of boxers, Keith flopped himself down on the bed next to Aleda and Tammy. Aleda stirred for a moment, complaining before laying her head back down, while Tammy peeked her little nose out from underneath Aleda's voluminous tails to peer at him before snorting once and then curling back up to sleep.

Keith reached over to pick up the remote, turning on the television. The screen illuminated to the default channel; the Pokemon Contest Channel. A sequence of highlights from the previous week's pokemon contests were being shown. It was the 'cool' contest and showed a growlithe manipulating his flame's into bright, powerful shapes.

Tammy struggled out from under Aleda's tails, drawn by the soft noise of the show, and then settled down to watch with her head on her forepaws.

Rolling over, Keith picked up his tablet, checking his messages. There were quite a few from Fiona; a new contract for him to digitally sign, an email with several attachments including waivers for personal damage sustained during 'execution of duties as outlined in this contract' as well as another entire attachment just for reimbursement of person items lost or destroyed during the contract.

Keith stared through the various pages of dense text, opening and closing attachments and looking for anything that he really, seriously needed to look over before giving up and setting his tablet aside, idly watching the television.

A new documentary had come on, following the previous runner-up from the annual grand contest and her attempt to become Grand Champion.

Aleda shifted and pushed up along Keith's side, stretching out alongside him, draping one of her warm, dainty paws over his midsection. She pushed her muzzle against his side and then gave a tiny lick against his skin, making the muscles under his stomach tense and causing him to jerk slightly while stifling a chuckle.

Keith reached a hand down and lightly rubbed between Aleda's ears, lazily petting through the large tuft of fur there.

With a happy little rumble, Aleda pushed her hot nose against him again and heaved a long, happy sigh, snuggling up to his side.

Keith turned his attention back to the television, watching a segment on an alolan vulpix in the competition sphere, which Tammy seemed very interested in. He shifted slightly to get comfortable and Aleda grumbled at him, curling a little tighter against his form, yawning sleepily.

Unable to help but notice Aleda's open mouth, Keith frowned slightly. Instead of her usual pitch-black flesh, her tongue, and the entire inside of her mouth were a deep shade of purple. He assumed it was from the concoction she drank to change the colour of her flames. But it was entirely uniform inside her mouth now, instead of just over her tongue.

Aleda didn't notice his attention and closed her mouth with a sigh, nuzzling up against him happily and resting her cheek on his chest.

Keith watched the television for a few more moments but his curiosity was starting to get the better of him. He turned his attention back to the ninetales, his gaze trailing down her form. Her eyes were closed and her chest was rising and falling slowly, enough to convince him that she was at least dozing.

Carefully, Keith slid his hand down, trying his best not to upset the fox, and lightly brushed her tails aside, trying to peel them away from their curled position to reveal her lower half to him.

It was a moment or two before Keith noticed that Aleda's eyes were now open and her red glare was fixed on him with narrowed, suspicious intent.

Keith pulled his hand away, giving a sheepish laugh. “Uh, sorry, just…"

Aleda glowered at him.

“Just your tongue is all purple now!" Keith said defensively, reaching up to rub his palm soothingly along her cheek and the side of her neck. “I was just kind of wondering if maybe like, all of you was purple now or if it was just your mouth or something and you know…"

Aleda continued to glower at him before she heaved a long-suffering sigh and rolled her eyes. She curled back up against him but delicately curled her tails away from herself, angling her hindleg up and out of the way slightly.

Keith arched a brow but took the offer enthusiastically, rolling a little further towards the ninetales and then sliding a hand down her flank, giving a lazy little rub over her haunch, feeling the remarkably soft fur under his fingers. Aleda arched against him and then curled once more, nuzzling her soft cheek against his bare chest, ears flicked towards him.

Fingers splayed across the silky golden fur, Keith slid his palm down, rubbing over her remarkably soft belly-fur until he could hook his palm around one of her inner thighs, lifting her hindleg slightly higher. He tilted, lifting up off the pillow and turning towards her enough that he could stare down the length of her form, to that rounded curve right between her thighs. His fingertips found the soft outer lips, parting golden fur until he could see the familiar hint of shiny black.

Aleda stared at him, huffing slightly to herself and giving his belly a lick, making his stomach muscles tense and quiver again, though she made no attempt to cover herself.

“Oh, so it's just your mouth then," Keith said, with a hint of relief. “Not sure how I'd handle you being permanently purple. It looks good on your tails and your flame, but… the black just looks better."

Aleda gave a smug rumble and seemed to pose herself in the most advantageous angle possible.

Chuckling, Keith lifted his fingers from Aleda's soft vulpine flesh, watching with interest as that tight entrance slipped back to its normal arrangement without the pressure of his fingers holding her open, becoming an almost featureless mound of soft golden-furred flesh again.

Keith looked sideways at the ninetales for a moment, and then drew his fingers up the length of that tight slit, exploring the shape of her and feeling that burning furnace heat hidden just behind the supple curves of her flesh.

Huffing lightly, Aleda pushed her muzzle against him again, but made no attempt to stop him. Emboldened, Keith bore down with a little more pressure, beginning a slow, firm grind of his digits against that soft, heated entrance.

Aleda shifted slightly, her tails uncurling, and she huffed up at him, resting her chin on his stomach and staring at him intently as he slowly rubbed his fingers against her. His middle finger slipped down, following the crescent of heat until he found the base of her soft, tight cunny, and then slowly sank his fingertip past her resistance, making her gasp and give a long quiver. Her stare broke, and she huffed, burying her nose against his side as he slowly sank that digit a little deeper inside her.

Keith smiled down at the fox, and sank his finger deeper inside her, carefully added a second to that tight, incredibly warm entrance. She was just as hot and tight as he remembered, with silky-smooth inner flesh with just the faintest hint of moisture to ease the passage of his fingers. Aleda's ears flattened back, and she huffed softly, a hindleg kicking reflexively as his fingers worked inside her, and her tails stiffened, straightening out and thudding against the bed gently as he started to slowly thrust his fingers inside her.

Keith rolled a little further towards Aleda as he started to work those two digits deeper and more firmly in and out of that squeezing entrance, The heat inside her was intense, and only getting more so as slick liquids started to slowly well up from deep inside that dark passage.

Aleda huffed once more, purple-tipped tails jerking reflexively as Keith's fingers hit a certain spot inside her… and then twitching and thudding all the more intently as he started to deliberately focus on that spot. The fox curled around a little bit more, nuzzling into his belly, and then letting her red eyes drift over the noticeable bulge in the front of his boxers. A paw lifted, and she slowly reached down to rest her warm, soft pawpads on the shape, giving a slow little stroke up and down across his erection through the fabric.

Keith brought his free hand around, awkwardly finding the front of his boxers and pulling them down enough that his erection could spring free, and Aleda immediately pounced. Soft, hot fox muzzle sank down over his cock, and he groaned aloud in surprise and delight. Her soft, incredibly warm tongue swirled in a flurry of eager licks around his tip, and his hips arched automatically, grinding towards the soft sensation, only for Aleda to curl further and sink down over him until she had the first two thirds of his cock stuffed in her mouth.

“A-ah fuck," Keith groaned, his hands failing in their motions as Aleda gave a heated suckle around him, her hot exhalations washing across one of his thighs as she nursed softly on him. He was coherent enough to realise that Tammy was staring at them, watching with unguarded interest, and a pair of red eyes were watching them hawkishly from on the balcony, but then Aleda purred and gave him a slow, gentle bob of her muzzle and all of that melted away from his conscious thoughts.

“Y-yessss…" Keith breathed, rolling slightly further towards Aleda, hips grinding eagerly up towards her muzzle, even as he adjusted his arms and then started to grind his digits inside her again, sliding them back and then digging them deeper, deliberately curling them to rub against the soft inner flesh.

Aleda's ears flattened back, and she paused to breath a hot exhale over his thigh, before she swallowed around his tip and then gave another bob, and then another, and another. The fox quickly settled in to a heated rhythm, grinding down to push her nose into the crook of his thigh, before drawing back more than halfway and then sinking back down him easily, her tongue slowly swirling against him.

Keith shuddered, squeezing Aleda with one arm while he sank his fingers deep inside her, tickling at her depths with his fingertips and trying to find her clit with his thumb. The insistent throb in his cock was becoming increasingly hard to ignore, and Aleda made it even worse when she drew back to feather his tip with lustful licks before bobbing back down over him with renewed vigor.

Clenching his teeth, Keith dug his toes into the blankets, hips jerking and lifting off the bed in helpless grinds and jerks, his entire cock starting to tense and throb urgently. “A-Aleda, I'm g-gonna!" he tried to warn.

Aleda beat him to it however, her ears flattening back all the way. She gagged on him momentarily as he hit a sensitive spot deep inside her, and she jerked backwards, pulling her muzzle off of his cock. Her teeth clenched and bared, and her tails thudded against the bed in a wild rhythm as she threw herself back, straightening out on reflex, one of her legs kicking and flailing in the air, leaving Keith's cock to jerk and twitch against his belly, unsatisfied.

Keith smirked, and rolled further to face the vixen properly now, laying on his side and resting his cheek against her neck, arm hooking around her shoulders as he held her there on her back, and starting to grind and sink his fingers deep inside her over and over again, his thumb rubbing right at the apex of the furnace heat of her cunny.

Powerful muscles started to contract in her belly and that dark entrance, squeezing down around his digits as slick rivulets of hot, spicy liquids drooled from inside her. Her tails spread out in a fan, purple tips curling inwards as her entire form started to straighten. Her eyes clenched closed, and she tensed all over, the clenching and squeezing of that tight cunny reaching a rhythmic crescendo. Keith's free hand touched her muzzle, and she lunged on reflex, biting down on his thumb and palm urgently, teeth pricking his skin as her eyes widened and she orgasmed.

Aleda's entire body convulsed, and her hindlegs kicked at the air once or twice, tight muscles clenching down around Keith's two digits while a slick mess of her boiling-hot liquids started to spill from her. She stared at the ceiling unseeingly, her eyes widening further and stomach tensing, muscles clenching down around Keith's fingers urgently as he gave her more firm thrusts even as she orgasmed. She bit down harder on his palm with each grind of his fingers within her, her howl of delight muffled by his flesh.

After several more long moments of bliss, Aleda started to come down, her jaws relaxing and tails uncurling, flattening out into a long fan shape, while her tensed muscles gradually unknitted and relaxed, and she collapsed back flat against the bed, panting softly.

Smirking, Keith withdrew his fingers from that still-clenched entrance, his cock throbbing urgently as he felt her muscles squeezing down around him, clutching at his digits as they were drawn free.

Aleda stared at him with hazy, unfocused eyes, her tails giving a weak twitch. “Nine…" she complained, pushing a paw against his chest.

Keith smirked.

Stirring fitfully, Aleda grumbled and pushed her muzzle in against his shoulder, nuzzling lightly against his neck. And then she paused, feeling his stiffly-throbbing erection against her haunch. She huffed slightly, turning to stare down her form at the intrusion, and then turning to glower at him, red eyes narrowing.

Keith opened his mouth to tease her, but Aleda huffed again and pushed herself to her paws, stretching out languidly. And then, she turned towards him, sat down on her haunches, and opened her mouth expectantly.

Keith stared, feeling his mouth go dry. Aleda's perfectly presented muzzle was right in front of him, her newly-purple tongue extended willingly for him, so very obviously waiting for him.

His cock throbbed urgently, and he almost came against her right there.

“F-fuuuck…" Keith breathed, staring for a moment longer, before scrambling to his knees.

Aleda watched, mouth open and red eyes narrowed to slits, patiently waiting as Keith moved to kneel in front of her, keeping her mouth open and presented for him like a perfectly obedient, eager vixen.

One of Keith's hands found the back of her head, resting between her ears for balance as he knelt in front of her, his other hand pushing that achingly-stiff cock against her presented purple tongue, smearing a line of his precum over it as his cock throbbed urgently.

Aleda's balance was upset for a moment as Keith grasped her head and sank his cock into her open mouth, and she huffed around him, her ears flattening back. But it only took him three long, firm pumps of his hips before he hit his orgasm..

Aleda had closed her muzzle down over him for those few brief thrusts, suckling lightly around him as he fucked her muzzle. But after just three of those firm grinding humps, his cock started to jerk and quiver in her muzzle urgently, and she was forced to open her muzzle again as Keith wrenched himself free of her mouth and started to urgently stroke himself right in front of her muzzle!

Even at point-blank range, it was a messy affair. Keith's cock quivered and then pulsed rapidly, and Aleda opened her mouth wide for him, extending her tongue expectantly, her tails giving firm, agitated flicks. The first burst splashed into her muzzle with such force that it splattered over the roof of her mouth, coating the top of her maw in that heavy volley only to splash and drip down in thick messy rivulets right over her tongue, smearing the purple with creamy white. The second landed on her tongue, adding to the mess, while the third, fourth, and fifth were off-aim, instead splashing over her face and muzzle, coating her in his cum.

Keith gasped and shuddered as Aleda caught the tip of his cock in a sudden nursing, sweetly swirling her tongue against his spurting tip and coaxing out more of his orgasm, urging him to flood her muzzle, which he willingly, helplessly did. Burst after burst left him, splashing over her newly purple tongue, splashing up over her teeth and the inside of her cheeks as she nursed on his tip, until he finally finished spilling. He sagged listlessly, groaning and stroking her head with a hand, trying to pet her ears clumsily.

Aleda waited for him to regain coherency enough to look down at her, and then she smirked up at him and opened her mouth wide again, letting him see the mess she had saved. Her face was covered in his spunk, and there was a not-inconsiderable amount of it pooled across her tongue, drooling between her teeth, with a single steady drip trailing from the bottom of her chin, carefully kept from spilling on to the bed with a purple tailtip hovering under her muzzle.

“O-oh f-fuck…" Keith groaned, collapsing on to his side, trying to gather the ninetales close against him.

Aleda snorted and dodged him, drawing back and swallowing thickly to clear her muzzle, before she leaned in and nudged him firmly.

Keith gave a noncommittal noise.

Aleda gently took his wrist in her jaws, and tugged.

Keith groaned, and opened one eye, realising that his palm was bleeding from where Aleda had bit it. Aleda herself had several ropes of his spunk over her face, and her lips were messy with it. Even her tails hadn't escaped unscathed, what with her own liquids creating quite a mess near their bases.

Aleda tugged at his wrist again, demanding that he rise and head towards the showers with her.

Keith huffed, but conceded to her demand, listlessly rising to his knees so he could go and have his second shower of the morning.

---

Alice opened her door at Keith's knock, a little bit too slowly to not raise suspicion. She was wiping her freshly-washed hands on a tea towel, and Atlas was in the background, lazing on the bed, fully stretched out, with a half visible length of throbbingly-stiff black flesh visible against his belly. He caught Keith's eyes over Alice's shoulder and smirked smugly.

Keith turned his attention back to Alice, and held up three pokeballs. “Good morning! I have work that requires me to be absent for tonight and I need you to look after Aleda, Tammy, and Fayah."

Alice stared at him, her pupils seeming to contract in surprise and anxiousness. “Uh… do I have to?"

“Yes, actually," Keith said with a laugh, holding out the pokeballs for her. “You are my guardian after all and this might technically be one of your duties!"

Alice whimpered faintly, but took the three balls, looking past him to where Aleda, Tammy, and Fayah were all standing in the hallway. Aleda and Tammy were paying her careful attention, while Fayah was examining the wall texture. “Ugh, fine, but there's to be no fighting."

Keith looked past Alice to where Lucia was sitting on the spare bed, watching the television. She looked over her shoulder at him, and her red eyes narrowed hungrily for a moment before she turned her attention back to the television, her tail giving an irritated flick. He then turned to Fayah, still in the hallway.

“Fayah," Keith said softly.

Fayah looked up from her unconvincing examination of the wall, and stomped over to him, her mohawk casting a rather deep shadow over him. She was holding her pokeball in one clenched fist. Keith had felt it best not to take it from her.

A hotel guest walking down the hallway just about dragged his shoulder against the far wall in an attempt to avoid straying too close to Fayah. In an enclosed hallway it was somewhat like being trapped in a small room with an angry rhyhorn.

“Are you going to be okay with staying with Alice… and Lucia?" Keith asked carefully.

Fayah flattened her ears back, her little tail giving an anxious twitch. “...Ly."

“I know, I know," Keith soothed, gently brushing a palm against her cheek.

Fayah huffed, but allowed the contact, staring at him.

“But you have to promise me you're going to behave yourself while I'm gone."

Fayah turned her gaze downwards, and then nodded.

Keith gently took her large head in both of his hands, ruffling her cheeks affectionately. “I'll leave some money with Alice and you can have whatever you want off the menu."

Fayah's ears perked up at that.

“And yes you too," Keith said with a laugh as Tammy reached up to tug at his pants' leg.

---

Keith was dressed in casual wear, jacketed arms crossed, wearing full length cargo pants and white sneakers. It was as his contract had specified; clothes that he would wear every day, preferably new, well kept, and presentable. Violet Enterprise didn't want him to look 'professional' or smart. They wanted him to look like what he was: a porn actor.

The sun was setting behind seething storm clouds and the mountain range to the west, across the gulf, and the entirety of Slateport was cast into darkness. There was a chill in the air with the storm approaching, and it looked to be the perfect weather for a cozy night in front of the television.

The ocean was roiling, and out to sea Keith could see a shiny yellow line of neon along a hull that was obviously the Hazina, the luxury yacht which was his destination. A sleek hardbody watercraft was cutting through the waves towards the shore, the same silvery-grey reflective colour as the yacht shining in the distance.

“You 'entertainment', too?" a voice asked from behind Keith.

Keith glanced back over his shoulder to see an attractive dark-skinned woman in a vibrant red dress wearing gold jewellery inset with rubies.

“Oh, you're heading to the yacht, too?" Keith asked blankly, straightening up a little.

“Yes yes," the lady said, holding out her hand, towards Keith. “Kalisha."

Keith awkwardly took her hand, and then lifted it to his mouth uncertainly, giving the back of her hand a kiss before releasing it. “Very nice to meet you, Kalisha. I'm Keith. And yeah, I guess I'm entertainment for tonight, too."

Kalisha looked him up and down, and then gave a small giggle. “And what is your area of expertise?" she asked coquettishly.

Keith was rescued from answering by the sleek speedboat pulling alongside the pier. It was a long, strong-looking speedboat, with a cabin enclosed front, sides, and roof, with space for six passengers. It looked like something from out of a movie.

Powerful engines idled and then cut off, and a smartly-dressed driver appeared at the back of the boat, throwing a rope over a bollard to pull the boat in alongside the pier.

“Kalisha; Keith?" the driver asked.

“Yes," Kalisha said, stepping forwards.

Keith stepped forwards as well. “Yep."

“Please, come aboard," the driver said, taking a step back to make room for them to board.

Kalisha took the offer first, stepping carefully over onto the boat, her ruby-red high-heels making the process more awkward than it needed to be. Keith followed after, sitting down at the back of the boat.

The driver removed the mooring rope, and a few moments afterwards the powerful engines rumbled to life and the boat started off towards the yacht in the distance.

The sea was already churning with the approaching storm, but the boat slid through the waves effortlessly, the sleek prow cutting through the swells and barely jostling the passengers.

In short order, the speedy boat pulled alongside the yacht, and at the press of a button on the dash of the speedboat, a pair of outward-opening doors powered by thick hydraulic struts blossomed apart. The speedboat turned, and entered the yacht, and the wind and chaos of the ocean was suddenly replaced by calm.

The driver cut the engine, and then moved to the rear of the speedboat, using a remote control to extend a gangplank from the walkway surrounding the indoor pool/garage combo and allowing Keith and Kalisha to exit. Another man, broad-shouldered and dressed in a smart suit, came down the staircase, and motioned for them to follow.

Kalisha and Keith followed the man up the stairs. The first floor was the main area of the yacht, floor one, and seemed to be for guests and the staff, with bright, shining, clean walkways and no personal effects. The second floor was much more personal, though Keith could only see the main entrance from the stairway. The third floor was their destination, where the stairs stopped ascending. Large panoramic windows showed a view of the churning sea outside, with the twinkling lights of Slateport glimmering in the distance. A light drizzle was starting, and the occasional mute flash of lightning revealed a view of a turbulent ocean littered with the splashing of raindrops.

An obviously-foreign man dressed in shorts, sandals, a singlet, and an expensive-looking platinum necklace was leaning over a special pool table to take a shot. Keith could only assume it was Jahi, the man who owned the yacht. He had an incredibly wiry physique that Keith could only associate with the tropics, and seemed to be perpetually cheerful and smiling. Even concentrating on his shot he was smiling. He was using a custom carbon-fibre pool cue, and the table itself slowly moved, rotating gently with the slight rolling of the yacht so that the table was always completely stable. Even though the yacht quite obviously employed some kind of gyroscopic stabilization, as the storm outside picked up in power, no amount of stabilization would be able to keep a ship perfectly stable.

Another man, a guard or just an employee, dressed in the same smart black suit as the other employees, was standing silently to the side, a pool stick at the ready.

In the background, a luxray lay on a couch, star-shaped tail giving slow, careful sweeps back and forth. That had to be Zahara.

Jahi took his shot, and the white bounced off the number 14 ball and curved in a graceful arc to rest behind the 12.

“Ah, my guests!" Jahi said, rising from his careful lean and resting his pool cue in a display rack next to the table. He immediately marched over to Kalisha, and drew her into a hug. “My dear! It is so good to see you!"

“And you!" Kalisha purred, leaning in to Jahi's embrace, before withdrawing and offering him her hand.

Jahi gasped in surprise, and then fell to one knee, kissing the back of her hand three times before rising again. “Apologies! I did not know we had malkia aboard!" he said with a good-natured chuckle.

He then turned to Keith, and then stepped over to him rather quickly, all but grabbing Keith's hand and shaking it vigorously. “And Keith! It is good to meet you, my man! Welcome aboard my Hazina!" he said, throwing his arms wide and turning slightly in place, presenting the yacht to them. “What do you think?"

“I think she is magnificent," Kalisha said immediately, “How much did she cost?"

“Cost?" Jahi asked, covering his mouth in mock-surprise. “Why, she cost nothing! I made her!"

Kalisha paused at that, looking Jahi up and down once. “You made her, all by yourself?"

Jahi laughed, and then beckoned them to follow. “Come, come!" he said, moving to the other side of the room, where a long bar stood. It was well-stocked, and the surface of the bar itself appeared to be some expensive dark wood. The employee who had been playing pool with Jahi immediately moved behind the bar, and set out two glasses.

Jahi, Kalisha, and Keith all took seats at the bar. Kalisha produced a small phone from her cleavage, and checked the screen for an instant before turning it on 'silent' and leaving it on the bar.

“Of course, I did not build the boat," Jahi said, looking up at the ceiling, and then across the entirety of the room. “My company did! I cannot build boats this big. No one man can build boats this big."

“You know a lot about building boats?" Kalisha asked.

Keith felt rather left out of the conversation, and instead turned to the bartender, who began to pour him a drink, pouring a dark brown liquid over two solitary ice cubes. He desperately wanted to disengage from the conversation and leave to tend to Zahara, who was watching him from her couch with an almost predatory stare. But there was no polite place to interject.

“Yes! I know everything about building boats. Small boats. Wooden boats," Jahi said, gesturing with a hand. “My father, he build the boat. From sun up, to sun down. He build the boat. He cut the tree, he sand the wood, he glue it. Everything! He teach me, when I was little," Jahi made a gesture of height, to show that he was very short when his father taught him about building boats. “My family, very poor. He build boats. Sell boats. All day. He sell boat, we eat well for a few weeks! But then, one day, him and my mother. They go out fishing. They don't come back. Just Jahi now."

“Oh no," Kalisha responded sympathetically. “Please, do go on."

“I strong," Jahi said, slapping his chest. “Only eat seaweed. Drink coconut. Stay healthy. But I need to buy things.So I build boats. I eat seaweed, drink coconuts. Build boats! I sell boats. All day build boats, sell boats. And that money, I take. I use that money to learn to read and to learn to build boats! After long time, I know enough about boats to get job at shipyard. I help build bigger boats. Cruise ships and cargo ships and yachts. I work hard, all day every day. I advance through ranks. I head of company now! I start off eating seaweed and drinking the coconut and building the boat, and now—"

Jahi smirked, and slapped the counter.

“—And now I eat the seaweed, and drink the coconut, and build the boats!"

“Fascinating!" Kalisha gushed.

“Have you eaten? Do you hunger?" Jahi asked, looking past Kalisha and at the bartender. “I can have my chef cook you something should you be hungry!"

“Oh, there will be plenty of time to eat later," Kalisha simpered, rising from her stool and then sitting in Jahi's lap.

Jahi laughed, wrapping an arm Kalisha, and then rapped the counter with his knuckles. “Liam! A drink!"

Liam, the man behind the bar, nodded and then pulled up a fresh coconut from under the counter. He produced a rather concerningly large knife that most people would refer to as a 'machete' or 'small sword'. It was long with a sharp, serrated edge along one side, and a strangely-shaped tip. He began to quickly hack around the top of the coconut. In a few seconds, he had cleared the top of the coconut, so that the white 'meat' was visible. The tip of the knife was thrust into the meat of the coconut to create a hole, and the contents were drained into a bowl, after which a rounded metal tool was inserted to core the coconut out further. A spadeful of crushed ice was inserted inside the coconut, followed by two shots of some mysterious red alcohol, followed by the original coconut water, and then a special rubber stopper, tapered to the perfect angle, was inserted in the opening so that the coconut could be shaken vigorously. And then the stopper was removed and a straw inserted inside before the coconut was handed to Jahi.

The entire process took less than thirty seconds and was so practised and smooth that Keith could only assume that Liam did it many, many times a day.

“Thank you, Liam! Take the rest of the night off, my man," Jahi said with a grin.

“Thank you, sir," Liam said, bowing. “Sir," he added to Keith inclining his head in farewell.

“Yeah, have a good night, Liam," Keith said awkwardly.

Liam stepped around the bar, and then headed down the stairs, disappearing, leaving Jahi, Kalisha, and Keith alone at the bar. Kalisha was giggling and leaning against Jahi, but Keith noticed her furtive glances towards him and the faint confusion in her stare. “Is Keith one of your guests?" Kalisha asked, giving Jahi's cheek a tiny kiss.

Jahi nodded enthusiastically. “You are both my guests for tonight!"

“Oh," Kalisha said, throwing Keith a coquettish look. She leaned closer to Jahi, and then whispered just loud enough for Keith to hear; “Do you go for the men, too?"

Jahi gave a comfortable laugh, and then shook his head. “No, no, Keith is here to entertain my hazina."

Kalisha's face flickered to confusion, before she nodded earnestly and lied smoothly, “I see."

Jahi looked back over his shoulder, towards the far end of the room. “Zahara!" He clucked his tongue in an odd way, which was some kind of foreign 'summoning' noise.

The heavy weight of the luxray on the floor was noticeable as a soft vibration as she thudded off the couch, stretching languidly and then slowly prowling towards the trio. Zahara was an imposing figure. She was definitely not as large as an arcanine, but her head would be level with Keith's chest were he standing. And sitting at the bar, on a high stool, she could have comfortably headbutted him in the stomach while standing flat-footed.

Jahi smiled, and swept an arm towards the luxray. “This, is my hazina: Zahara. She is the best luxray in the world." As he spoke, Jahi reached over to beckon Zahara closer, and once the luxray was close enough, he placed a hand amongst the fur of her mane, giving long, firm strokes down the length of her mane and to the middle of her back.

“Oh, so this is 'Hazina'?" Kalisha asked carefully.

“Hazina, it means 'treasure'," Jahi corrected with a smile, lightly stroking through the luxray's mane.

“Oh so… but your boat is named hazina, too?" Kalisha interjected, confused.

Jahi nodded. “I name the ship after my hazina. They are both sleek and powerful and perfect."

“Oh, so Keith is here to entertain Zahara? Like a groomer or something?" Kalisha asked, a slightly smug tone coming to her voice.

“Yes, Zahara gets whatever she wishes on this ship," Jahi said with a happy nod, either not noticing Kalisha's tone or not bothered by it in the least. “Here, pet her. My hazina has the best fur in all the land."

Kalisha gave a slightly anxious giggle and then reached out to pet the luxray, lightly dragging her fingers through the mane of the pokemon. “O-oh, it's very soft. But very… staticy!" Already, Kalisha's hair was slightly standing on end, and she suddenly jerked her hand back with a cry of pain. “O-ow! She zapped me!"

Zahara stared at Keith, golden eyes narrowing slightly, before she lifted a paw to very innocently lick the back of it. It seemed that she hadn't missed the smug tone in Kalisha's voice. Keith couldn't help but watch the luxray clean herself, mainly because her tongue was a very unusual colour. Instead of pink or black, her tongue was a vibrant gold.

“Oh no, no," Jahi said, shaking his head firmly. “Zahara zaps sometimes! She's an electric type."

Kalisha frowned, but didn't replace her hand on the pokemon. “C'mon Jahi, let's go… entertain ourselves!"

Jahi smiled, and took a sip of his coconut drink from the straw, before placing it on the bartop and standing up, picking Kalisha up. The wiry muscles hid considerable strength, and he carried her quite easily. “Keith! You can find Zahara's floor I think."

Keith nodded, and toasted the pair with his glass of scotch. “Aye. Have a good night. I'll take good care of Zahara."

“Goodnight, my man!" Jahi said, turning and carrying a giggling Kalisha towards his room at the front of the ship.

And that left Keith and Zahara alone, finally.

“Hi, Zahara," Keith said, pushing his unfinished drink towards the centre of the bar in case it rolled with the motion of the ship.

Zahara stared at him, licking her paw once more before lowering it, watching him intently. Her golden eyes seemed to gaze right through him. “Ray," she stated, her star-shaped tailtip giving a slow flick.

Keith slipped off the stool, and dropped to one knee, now almost eye-to-eye with the luxray. He lifted a hand to stroke through her mane, but then paused before he touched her fur. “May I?"

Zahara narrowed her eyes at him, and then smiled and nodded.

Zahara's fur was incredibly smooth, like satin, with a very frictionless surface that didn't feel like individual hairs. There was a certain rustle of electricity with every pass of Keith's fingers, and he felt the hairs on his arm standing up immediately. With a smirk, she leaned in to his touch, causing his fingers to dip into her fur. The electricity in her mane was so strong and so ordered that it kept its shape ever after he ran his fingers through it.

“So, what have you got planned for us tonight?" Keith asked.

Zahara smiled at him, her golden eyes seeming to stare right through him. She nudged him lightly with her nose in an affectionate, but rough fashion, and then prowled past him. She lifted her forepaws up onto the bar, and then reached a forepaw out, scooping Keith's unfinished drink down the bar towards herself. Very awkwardly, she tried to tip the drink towards her mouth.

“Oh, let me help," Keith said, rising to his feet and moving to stand beside the luxray. With her forepaws up on the bar, it was very evident that she was at least twice his mass.

Zahara snorted derisively and glowered at him so piercingly that he stopped attempting to help her. Confident that Keith was going to leave her alone, she tilted the drink towards her muzzle, and swirled her golden tongue around the inside of the rim, catching some of the scotch. A low, pleased purr rolled from her throat, her agile tail flicking back and forth intently. And then, she overbalanced the glass 'by accident' and spilled a long trail of alcohol.

Right over Kalisha's forgotten phone.

Tilting her head with mock dismay, Zahara stared at the phone, lifting one of her large paws to extend a single pawdigit, a claw touching at the phone and attempting to 'rescue' it, by swirling it around in a slow circle. When the phone didn't produce any response from being soaked in alcohol, she looked away and very innocently laid a paw flat against the screen. There was a crackle of electricity and a puff of black smoke followed by the awful smell of overloaded circuits and melted plastic, and Zahara drew her paw back with feigned concern. She lifted her paw to lick it clean of the alcohol, and then casually turned away from the bar, dropping back down on to all fours and ambling off towards the staircase.

Keith wasn't quite certain what to make of the luxray's display, but when she moved away, he dutifully followed, checking his pockets to reassure himself that he had left his tablet back with Alice, and feeling strangely relieved by that fact.

Zahara headed down the staircase, and Keith followed close behind. The luxray stepped off one floor down, the second floor of the yacht. As Fiona had told Keith earlier that day, Zahara owned the entire second floor of the yacht.

A T-shaped hallway had a small dresser with a vase on it underneath a painting of a forest clearing with stormy skies, lit by tasteful indirect lightning. Zahara took the left hallway, and Keith followed.

The second floor of the yacht was much more open than the third or first floor, with three distinct rooms. The first room, which spanned one side of the yacht to the other, with sleek pillars that looked futuristic but were clearly load-bearing, the only thing that broke up the large room in to three different distinct locations. There was a spa, shower, and some kind of bar area on the left. The spa was large enough to hold Zahara and three more similarly-sized pokemon, and was filled with water that was faintly misting, obviously presently heated. The shower was set above it, and that entire side of the room was tiled and sunk in to the floor a foot or so below the rest of the room so that any water wouldn't seep across. The bar was stocked with various alcohols and berry juices, though it currently didn't have a barman and Keith didn't think Zahara was capable of opening any of the bottles herself.

The centre of the room was given over a dividing wall of some kind with fake potted plants, with red slats of some well-polished wood and paintings hung between two of the load-bearing struts in an attempt to make them less conspicuous.

The right side of the room was the most confusing to Keith, with the floor turning to metal, with a thick yellow line dividing the middle area from the right area. A giant machine was erected there, with several electrical warning stickers and signage erected all around it. A warning sign in seven different languages made it very clear that nobody should cross the yellow line unless they wished for death. The machine looked like some kind of electrical conductor, with a bare egg-shaped 'basin' big enough to hold Zahara like some kind of futuristic throne. Capacitors and something that looked like tesla coils were set up inside the 'throne' itself and outside of it as well. It looked like a torture device.

Zahara noticed his confusion at the device, and paused to smirk at him over her shoulder, before continuing on without making any attempt to explain.

The next full-width room was mostly bare, with toys set up for the luxray. A heavy boxing bag hung from the ceiling in one corner, scored and scarred from Zahara's claws, while some kind of complicated machine took pride of place in the middle of the room. It had two handles on the front, with spinning wheels, gyroscopes, light bulbs, two LCD screens and what looked like telescoping rods all over the place. It looked like some kind of children's playset, except there was no visible power to it.

Bewildered at all of these strange devices and machines, Keith was relieved when the third and final room was a wide open setting containing a relatively normal, though very oversized bed covered in plush blankets and pillows, with a huge flat-screen television set up along the wall dividing the rooms. That was the only real 'wall' in the room however, as the other walls were comprised of a floor-to-ceiling window. It was a thick glass, broken up only by the smallest of struts for bearing weight, and afforded incredible views out over the ocean. Keith had the feeling that it was reflective glass, from his view on the boat on the way over, but there was no way to be sure. And with soft indirect lightning in the room itself, any 'activities' Keith engaged in with Zahara would be entirely visible.

Zahara noticed his concern, and rolled her eyes. She prowled over to the window, and placed her paw flat against it, concentrating visibly. There was a tiny crackle of energy, and then the glass seemed to frost up, immediately becoming opaque.

Keith blinked, and reached a hand out to touch the glass. It felt exactly like regular glass, only now it was clouded. On each of the struts segmented the windows there was a small silver button inset in the wall, large enough for Zahara to push on if she wished. Keith reached for one of the buttons nearby, arching an eyebrow at Zahara to see if it was okay.

Zahara tilted her head at him, and then shrugged her shoulders.

Keith hit the button, and immediately, the window became transparent again, looking for all the world like regular glass. He hit the button once more, and it went back to being opaque.

Zahara hummed faintly to herself, and ambled along the length of the room, lightly dragging her star-shaped tail along the windows and flicking them all to opaque, one after the other, until only a single pane of glass next to her bed was translucent. The roiling ocean was visible outside, and there was no deck for any of the personnel aboard to walk past. It was at least private.

When Zahara had finished altering the windows, she ambled over to the large bed, adorned with pillows with lightning bolts on them, and flopped down happily atop the blankets. A comically oversized remote was produced from somewhere amongst the pillows, and she hit a big button on the top, causing the television to slowly glow with life and then images.

Keith carefully moved over to the bed, and then paused to unlace his shoes so he could kick them off, followed by his socks. Zahara shifted slightly to create a space and Keith crawled carefully alongside her, stretching out along the length of her back. In this position their relative sizes were immediately apparent. Zahara was definitely smaller than an arcanine, but she was so large that if she rolled over on top of him he stood no chance of escaping until she wished him to. Keith felt a slight moment of concern with the realisation that their size difference was great enough that he might not be physically 'large' enough to completely satisfy her.

Trying to put those thoughts out of his head, Keith settled along the length of Zahara's back, lifting an arm to throw over her shoulder and resting a palm on her upper foreleg. There was a tiny rush of static electricity from the contact, and Keith felt the hairs on his arm literally standing on end. On the television, a movie about a young man raised by mightyenas was playing, showing a scene of him trying to communicate with people by repeating the mightyena's name over and over again.

Zahara snerked at the screen, and then looked back over her shoulder at him, her heavy tail lifting to drape over his hips lazily.

Keith slid his hand down the length of her body, letting his palm brush over her large haunch, feeling the powerful muscles under the silky fur before sliding down further to lightly caress her tail. The fur on her tail itself was much shorter, but when he got to the star-shaped tuft of yellow at the end, it was teeming with such potent electric barge that it zapped him, and he snatched his hand back with a yelp.

Zahara smirked at him over her shoulder and then turned her attention back to the television pushing her rump.back against his hips in a lazy arch.

Keith drew both hands down to lightly squeeze her rump, feeling the weight in those relatively large hips. He was becoming Increasingly curious at the colour of her flesh. Every Pokémon he'd seen so far with 'alternate' colours; Amber; Aleda; and several in various porn movies; their tongues had matched their internal flesh colour. So it stood to follow, logically, that Zahara would have a gold cunny hidden away between those shapely thighs. Keith was certain of it.

But he still wanted to see.

Zahara's hips shifted slowly under his squeezing, and those large spikes of fur pushed against him. They felt strange, straight and bristled like a paintbrush's strands, but also incredible soft and flexible. It was as though her own electricity was keeping them in shape, and he idly wondered what she'd look like wet.

The movie had advanced, and was now showing the young man trying to heal a wounded Pokémon he had found. Keith hadn't been paying enough attention to follow the story, and had far more interesting things to occupy his attention.

Zahara seemed to snort as she realised that he wasn't paying attention to the television, and a few quick slaps of the oversized remote control had the channel change to a special 'adults only' channel subsection. The one Zahara had changed to was the 'Poképorn music video' channel. Immediately, the soft, rhythmic thud of deep bass stared to fill the room, and on the large television, a series of cut videos showed trainers fucking their Pokémon to the beat of the music.

The first clip was some kind of ordered series, showing males pound progressively larger Pokémon to the beat. An eevee, then a vulpix, then a flareon, a vaporeon, a braixen, a lucario, delphox, ninetales, absol, typhlosion, primarina, tyranitar, and then an arcanine before the beat slowed down.

The screen showed a very familiar absol, with Keith himself pounding away at her upturned rump, cock visibly sinking deep inside her grasping blue cunt, and as the main 'bass drop' hit, he visibly came inside Amber, pumping eager gushes of spunk deep inside her that immediately started to spill out, drooling down from her thoroughly-used cunny. Immediately after, a new scene came on, of a trainer fucking their eevee, Keith guessed, showing him going balls-deep inside her and pumping out gushes of spunk that immediately started to overflow. And then as the music picked up pace again, it showed a series of messy creampies, each one only a few seconds long, carefully timed to the beat. Most of them went by so fast Keith couldn't even identify which species the pokemon were. He just got the vague impression of various colours of fur and flesh and then it was on to the next.

There was something vaguely disappointing about it, about not knowing which species of Pokémon exactly was the one taking an eager load of human spunk.

Keith mentally shook himself out of his reverie to find Zahara watching him over her shoulder with a sly smile.

“You know I'm in some of those clips, right?" Keith teased.

Zahara nodded, and for a brief instant her gaze flickered down his form towards his crotch before returning to hold his own.

“Watch a lot of human-on-Pokémon stuff, huh?" Keith asked, chuckling innocently.

Zahara gave a wary nod.

Keith smiles, sliding a hand down between her fore- and hind-legs, splaying fingertips against her plush belly fur, dangerously close to that black-furred swell of flesh he knew lurked just beyond the juncture of her thighs. “And what do you want me to do to you?"

Zahara gave a low rumble of delight, and her tail lashed eaglets back and forth, the end crackling with restrained charge. She pushed down on the remote, manipulating the large buttons deftly, until she could bring up a list of saved shows on the television. She scrolled down confidently to a recording that was over an hour long, and hit 'play', before immediately fast-forwarding through the first forty-five minutes.

Zahara almost unerringly settled on a scene of a trainer and his luxray in a tent, with the luxray sprawled out on her side with her trainer behind her, pressed against the entire length of her back. His face was pressed into her neck, obscuring it, especially with an old red Pokémon cap pulled low over his brow. The luxray had one of her hind legs lifted into the air, and her tail was thrashing about in earnest as the trainer aggressively fingered her. Her muzzle was parted in breathless gasps of delight, revealing her pink tongue. One of her paws was clapped against her trainer's free hand, which he had wrapped around her middle, and little electrical sparks were visible transferring from her paw to his fingers each time he drove two fingers of his other hand deep into her clenching pink cunt.

The trainer was using an odd technique, using his middle and ring fingers to bury deep inside his luxray, prying her black fur apart to reveal bubblegum-pink inner flesh, which freed up his thumb to rub in earnest at her clit while he ground his fingers back and forth inside her, knuckle-deep. And then he adjusted his angle and started to aggressive pump his two fingers deep inside her over and over again.

The luxray cried out, her entire body visibly clenching, the muscles in her sleek stomach clenching visibly while a rush of charged liquids spilled from her squeezing, spasming cunt. She curled further as her trainer thrust his fingers into her all the more intently, and she bit down on his wrist with a snarl of delight, electricity visibly coursing along his arm.

Keith looked from the screen to Zahara, and gave a slightly anxious laugh. “You're not going to zap me like that, are you?"

Zahara stared back at him, deadpan, tail giving an excited flick against his thigh.

Keith gave an inward groan, sliding his hand down over he haunch again, enjoying the silky fur against his fingertips as he tried to get 'in character' he leaned in to brush his cheek through her neck fur, so he could whisper in her ear, “because if you do I'm going to..." Keith fumbled for the right word. 'Finger' sounded too neutral, but there just weren't any words he really knew for 'aggressively finger' that would come off as forceful and not just dumb. “Fingerblast you," Keith decided, immediately regretting his decision, “until you roar yourself hoarse."

Zahara arched an eyebrow at him over her shoulder, and then gave a derisive snort followed by a soft giggling chuckle, rolling her eyes at him before returning her attention to the television where the luxray was now going down on her trainer.

“Hey!" Keith protested, wrapping his arm around Zahara's middle, letting his fingers splay through the soft fur of her belly, while his other hand slipped down over her haunch and splayed across the expanse of soft furred flesh there. He shuffled in closer against the luxray's back, and she stirred slightly to lift her head and peer at him dismissively. Keith narrowed his eyes at her, and then grasped her upper hindleg behind the 'knee', lifting it up towards him. She struggled slightly against his manhandling, but didn't resist with all her might, as Keith knew full well that if she really didn't want her leg lifted, he wouldn't have been able to budge her an inch.

Keith slipped his other hand further down Zahara's belly, letting fingertips rub through that soft, short blue fur, reaching a point where it became black, and feeling, just beyond that line of colour, the soft, rounded mound of flesh that was her plump cunny.

Zahara was still staring at the screen, but from the tense curl of her hindleg, and the eager swish and thud of her tail against the bed, Keith was quite certain that she wasn't actually watching the luxray on screen getting muzzlefucked by her trainer, and was far more intent on where his fingers were. With a grin, he ground his palm against the top of that rounded mound, feeling down over the curves of it until his fingertips found the long line down the centre of it, letting his index finger lightly press against her, parting soft outer lips and finding the even softer inner flesh. Immediately, a light tingle ran up his arm, akin to static electricity, even as the warm, incredibly soft moistness of Zahara's inner flesh parted for his fingertip.

A soft little gasp left the luxray, and her hindleg quivered slightly as Keith's fingertip slipped a tiny bit deeper inside her, brushing against tight, lightly moist inner flesh. The tingle in Keith's hand and arm grew stronger as he felt the muscles in her stomach tense and tighten, and that delightfully tight entrance squeezed down around his fingertip intently.

There was a cascading clatter of raindrops on the window as the storm finally found the yacht, and Keith felt a slight rolling as waves battered the side of the ship. The howl of the wind picked up too, battering against the windows, but everything within the yacht was calm and cozy, even if the temperature was dropping a little.

Keith adjusted his grip on Zahara, slipping his fingertip out of her, and then covering that rather comparatively large pussy with his hand, cupping her warm mound and giving a little bit of a squeeze and a full-fingered rub, slowly massaging the entire length of that plump cunny. His other hand slipped down her hindleg, until the fingertips of that hand were resting on her inner thigh. He had to curl a little to get the right angle, but then he slipped his right hand back to slowly rub against the top of that smooth mound, trying to find her clit, even as he slipped his left hand up and sank two digits inside her!

Zahara went to bite down and Keith winced, flinching on reflex, and then giving an inward sigh of relief as she bit down on a pillow instead, The expensive satin fabric parted easily for her fangs, and soft starly feathers scattered from the torn material. Keith dug his fingers in deeper, worming past the tight, squeezing resistance of the luxray's outer lips, rubbing his fingertips right against where he assumed her clit was. One of her legs kicked in the air, and her hips jerked in response, that already-tight entrance squeezing down around his digits.

Keith smirked, and lightly rubbed his fingertips against her clit, smoothing over it with his thumb while he sank his index and middle finger of his other hand deep inside her, working them in until he had them in her to the knuckle, tickling at the deeper recesses of her body. Zahara twitched, and what felt like a static shock jerked down the length of Keith's arm, right to the elbow. He jerked slightly, then slipped his fingers back and then sank them inside her again in retaliation. Immediately, an electric shock response was given, and he clenched his teeth at the odd sensation.

Keith settled in against Zahara's back, and started to pump his fingers deep inside her.

In some dark, twisted corner of his mind, he realised that Zahara was the fourth pokemon he'd had his fingers inside within a forty-eight hour period. Tammy, Lily, Aleda, and now Zahara.

Zahara wasn't as tight as Aleda, and definitely not Tammy or Lily, but her muscles had a certain clench to them that was exciting. They squeezed around his questing digits, with rapid, undulating contractions that were finer and more controlled than any other Keith had felt. And that just amused that dark corner of Keith's mind even more; the idea that he might be becoming some kind of expert on pokemon pussy.

Keith drove his fingers deeper into Zahara, grinding them back and forth within her, feeling the electric shocks going down his arm again, before he suddenly drew back. He slipped his fingers out of her, and gave her clit one last rub before he drew away from her, rising onto his knees.

Zahara curled to stare at him, arching an eyebrow, and then Keith took the opportunity of her twisted form to grasp her upper hindleg and quite deliberately roll her onto her back. She fell neatly onto her back before him, sprawled out, with the entire front of her body bared to him. His gaze slid down her form, and he felt a rush of triumph as he caught sight of a gold sliver of glimmering, wet flesh amongst the black fur of her hinds. She stared up at him, her tail giving an anxious lash back and forth, and for the first time, her air of haughty superiority had faded.

The luxray on screen was busy very obviously swallowing down her trainer's spunk, but Zahara and Keith were both too distracted to even notice, and as the drumming of rain on the windows grew louder, he smirked down at her, and then leaned down to give a kiss right against her lower belly.

Zahara's hindlegs spread on reflex as Keith descended, and her ears flattened, her paws curling up against her chest defensively. “L-lux…" she panted, watching him intently.

Keith smirked up at her, giving another little kiss against her lower stomach, just shy of that plump mound of luxray flesh that was his obvious destination, kissing along the line of her fur where it changed from blue to black. Her tail gave an anxious flick back and forth, and her thighs flexed on either side of him, hindpaws awkwardly held in the air.

Hooking his hands around her hips, Keith leaned down, meeting her gaze with his own, and then drawing a long lick right against that black-and-gold luxray cunt… or at least, he started to. The moment his tongue contacted her outer lips, he felt a peculiar buzzing in his jaw that ran from his tongue right down the back of his throat and seemed to spread outwards along the top of his shoulders. He blinked once and had to pause then, and Zahara huffed down at him, eyes narrowing.

Ignoring the clear warning sign of his first tentative lick, Keith hooked his hand around the front of Zahara's haunch, holding her steady as he leaned in again and dragged a proper lick against her, letting his tongue swirl against supple black-furred outer lips and then grind in against the slick golden flesh hidden within. Her outer lips were pleasantly soft against his tongue and completely as he expected, but her inner flesh was strangely numbing. It was like licking a charged battery. A powerful electric charge was imparted to his tongue as he licked up the length of that tight luxray cunt, and it was so intense that he couldn't even parse her flavour. His entire mouth was tingling and insensate.

Once Keith's tongue drew away from her, his sense of taste returned, and he found her lingering liquids to taste faintly like metal: like holding a flashlight in his mouth or a pair of tweezers, only much more organic somehow. It brought him up short and he had to pause to ponder on her taste for a few moments, trying to sort out the complicated chaos of sensations.

Zahara stared at him, huffed once, one of her hindlegs giving an impatient flick.

Keith almost rolled his eyes at her, but instead, he retaliated by pushing a palm right up against her inner thigh, spreading that mound of flesh to reveal golden inner flesh and then leaning in to grind an aggressive lick right against her exposed inner flesh, swirling his tongue against her powerfully. Zahara's back arched, and her paws found his shoulders, her claws digging into his shirt. Each of her claws pricking against him had a certain charge to them, lightly zapping him. He felt his hair starting to stand on end. He had to almost guess what his tongue was doing to her since it was immediately numb from pressing against her, but he still spread her with his fingertips and then dragged another lick against her, grinding his tongue powerfully along inner flesh and trying to sink past her resistance. The faint scent of ozone lingered in the air around them as Zahara groaned and arched, and her tail thrashed against his stomach for a moment, leaving a crackling line of electricity in its wake.

Adjusting his angle, Keith crawled up further and rolled on to his side so her tail didn't electrocute him, kissing a heated line against her inner thigh and then leaning down to give a lick along where he assumed her clit was, letting his tongue part her lips in a quest to find that little pleasure-button. His left hand hooked around her haunch, holding her steady, while he curled his right hand up to sink two digits back inside her.

Zahara almost yowled, giving a heated hiss, one of her large paws finding the back of Keith's head and tugging him against her firmly, urging him to work her harder. Keith did as requested, and gave a firm lick against where he approximated her clit was, while burying those two fingers inside her and working them in and out in a firm, pumping rhythm, grinding them nice and deep. His fingers tickled some deep reach inside her, and bands of her muscles contracted around it, squeezing towards the tip in a way that made him almost desperate to know what it would feel like around his cock. He kissed eagerly against her clit, and then lifted up to stare at her, smirking a little bit as he curled his left hand around to start brushing his thumb firmly over the top of that plump cunny over and over again, trying to directly stimulate her clit in time with the pumping grinds of his fingers inside her.

Zahara's ears flattened back intently, and she started to jerk, her teeth clenching and electricity visibly coursing from between her teeth. Keith pushed his hand up from her clit to her chest, gently slipping her paw off his head in an attempt to make sure she didn't electrocute him, replacing his thumb with his lips and tongue again, teasing at her clit. Zahara lunged, and wrapped both of her paws around his arm, claws digging into his flesh dangerously as she growled, swooping in to capture two of his fingers and suckling around them heatedly, almost seeming to try and muffle her vocalisations with his fingers while her hips started to jerk and twitch in time with the thrusting of his digits.

Keith was treated to the sensation of the luxray suckling around his fingers with her muzzle while her clenching cunt did the same around the fingers buried inside it, and all at once Zahara came. Keith was acutely aware of her orgasm, as electricity coursed from her muzzle, clenching, squeezing cunt, and paws all at the same time. All three points that were in contact with the large pokemon were zapped quite thoroughly, his fingers buried inside her cunt getting powerful tingles and shockwaves running down them, while his entire left arm, wrapped up with her paws and his fingers in her muzzle, was thoroughly zapped from fingertips down to his shoulder. Every muscle in his arm tensed up on reflex, and he hissed in surprise as Zahara bucked and jerked in front of him, writhing in delight while her tail lashed against the bed, leaving visible arcs of electricity every time it thudded against the bed, and then it hit his side and jolted him so powerfully that he arched up and straightened helplessly.

After several long moments of delight, Zahara started to come down, nursing on his fingers in an almost cub-like fashion, as though she were drinking from a bottle. She paused, seeming to realise what she was doing, and immediately jerked her head back, cheeks warming with a golden blush. She stared at him, chest heaving heavily, and then wiggled to try and get comfortable, huffing at him.

Keith gave a slightly strained smile, rising to a kneeling position, working his left shoulder. The entire arm felt strange. He didn't think there was any lasting damage, but his arm felt numb from shoulder to fingertips, like he had just been given a 'dead arm'.

“Ray!" Zahara huffed, watching him. Her eyes trailed down his form, and then seemed to shift and oscillate, and Keith vaguely remembered from his childhood that luxrays were capable of seeing through solid matter with some kind of x-ray vision. And her eyes were fixed directly on the length of his cock that was trying in vain to escape his pants.

Zahara stared at him, licking her lips hungrily, before she suddenly rolled to the side. She prowled to the edge of the bed, reaching under it to fish around in a little drawer there, pulling out a long roll of something and then tossing them over her shoulder at Keith.

Keith, after wrenching his eyes from the luxray's rather perfectly presented rump, looked down at the roll of brightly-wrapped yellow items. It looked like some kind of candy. But upon picking them up, he discovered that they were quite obviously condoms.

There were twelve or so in all, in a long ream, one packet connected to the next, with bright, vibrant yellow packaging. 'Shocking Delights' was written diagonally across the front of the packaging, superimposed over a lightning bolt.

Keith glanced up at Zahara, and the luxray smirked and lifted her rump, shaking it back and forth at him teasingly. She certainly came prepared!

There was a momentary pang of disappointment as Keith tore off one of the condom wrappers, carefully opening it and extracting a surprisingly-thick round object from within. It looked like a regular condom with a yellowish sheen to it, and was extra-thick, no doubt to help with nullifying electric shocks.

It took Keith a few moments to parse that someone actually made electric-proof condoms: professionally-made, mass-produced condoms so that you could fuck an electric-type without electrical shocks. Who made them? Where would you even buy them from? And even worse than that, Keith realised inwardly, that he had been looking forwards to seeing that golden flesh dripping his spunk. That just couldn't happen with a condom.

Zahara stared back at him, tilting her head to the side and giving an inquisitive noise.

“Oh just, never used one of these before," Keith said with a slightly strained smile. He reached down for the front of his pants, and undid the front of them, letting them drop, followed by his boxes. He kicked them away, letting them fall off the bed, revealing his rather turgid cock. He was achingly hard after what he did to Zahara, and not even the disappointment at having to use a condom was going to curb his arousal.

Zahara turned around to face him again, eyes narrowing down between his thighs, licking her lips hungrily with a golden tongue as she watched him adjust the condom and then place it over his cock. He did as was proper; sliding the condom down the length of his cock until it was encased in a slightly-yellow, thick, insulating material, right down to the base.

The luxray watched him intently, her tail starting to urgently flick, and she turned around once more, quickly moving to face away from him, pushing her head down onto her forepaws and arching her rump upwards, lifting her tail up out of the way to reveal where her black fur gave way to golden flesh.There was a glimmer of moisture on her inner thighs, of mixed saliva and her own liquids, and the look she shot him over her shoulder was filled with need.

Keith crawled on his knees towards her, grasping her hips with his palms, feeling the weight of her body. She arched her back a little more for him, hips swaying slowly back and forth, and he slipped into position behind her. Zahara was the exact wrong size for him. Standing up straight, he was too high, but on his knees he was too low. He had to compromise by kneeling behind her and pushing down on her hips, forcing the luxray into somewhat of an unorthodox half-crouch in front of him that finally aligned her slippery golden cunt with his cock.

With a firm arch of his back, Keith pushed his encased tip between the soft fur of her outer lips and then in against the soft inner flesh, spreading her and sinking inwards.

Immediately, he was disappointed by the sensations. He couldn't feel her fur against him, or her moisture, or the slippery embrace of flesh around his tip. All of the usual sensations he had come to expect were absent, and it was distractingly different. His palms grasped at her rump, and he heaved forwards firmly, sinking deeper and deeper inside her. Zahara arched against him, her eyes bulging and ears flattening back as he bottomed out inside her, stuffing her full of every inch of his cock and pushing his balls right up against her clit, thoroughly filling her. Her hips twitched, and rolled on reflex, and she bit down on one of her forepaws with a hiss and a growl.

Keith gave a slightly anxious chuckle, feeling his cock throb inside her. He was still as hard as an onix, but he realised quite belatedly that he'd just gone balls-deep in the luxray with barely any warning and no hesitation at all. He was hardly an expert, despite all of his practise, but he felt that just going full-depth on the first stroke was somewhat of a faux pas.

He held her hips tight with his palms, giving a reflexive grind of his hips against her, stirring his stiff cock deep inside her, unable to resist working his condom-sheathed cock back and forth against her insides, with the infuriating barrier of the thick material rendering any sensations completely muted. “Are you okay?" he asked, leaning over her and rolling his hips, feeling her tail twitching urgently against his lower stomach.

Zahara stared over her shoulder at him, almost glowering, her powerful claws digging into the bedsheets.

Keith's gaze wandered to the television for a moment, where the trainer was still aggressively fingering the luxray, and he cleared his throat, trying to get back 'into character'. “Because… I'm gonna fuck you either way," he said, trying to force the uncertain note out of his voice.

Zahara stared at him, arching an eyebrow almost challengingly, and her claws dug a little further into the blankets, their points crackling with electricity.

Sucking in a breath and holding it, Keith leaned over the large pokemon, grasping her hips with his own, and then drew back a few inches, before grinding forwards again, sinking deep inside her once more. Tight, squeezing muscles clenched down around him, enough that he could feel the squeeze in the tension at the base of his cock, but the thick insulating condom robbed him off all sensation. Every instinct he had was telling him to fuck her hard and fast to try and get some sensation going, and as he felt her squeeze down on him and arch her back with his thrust, the urge became harder and harder to resist.

When Zahara gave no further opposition to his suggestion, Keith squeezed around her middle all the more intently and then lunged into a sudden series of hard humps, sliding back a few inches and then grinding forwards powerfully without any hesitation, burying balls-deep in the luxray and hitting his hips against her own with enough force to rock her back and forth slightly. Her tail started to flick, and she arched her hips up into his motions with a soft hiss and then a noise that Keith could only describe as a 'bark' or some kind of yelp, and her tail flicked so hard that the end of it smacked his chin.

Immediately, a bolt of electricity made Keith tense and stiffen, emanating from where he tail had slapped his chin, and he almost lost his balance before recovering. He grunted, and then grasped her tail at the base with one hand, tugging it to the right so that her flicking tail wouldn't slap against him.

Zahara stared at him over her shoulder again, muzzle parted slightly, electricity coursing around her form, and she growled at the grasp around her tailbase.

Keither narrowed his eyes at her, but then took the initiative to lean forwards over her, pushing down between her shoulderblades with his left palm while he grabbed her tail and dragged her rump back towards him with his other hand, sinking his hips in against her firmly in rhythm with the motions.

Zahara's eyes bulged, and she snarled at him, snapping her teeth, electricity arcing between her lips, but she made no attempt other than that to stop him. Keith ground a little deeper inside her, having to tug her tail upwards further to roll her hips for her so that he could get every last millimetre of his cock inside her, feeling the edges of the rolled-down condom almost disappearing inside her with how deep he was getting. The soft outer lips of her spread cunt touched against his crotch for just an instant and a full-body shock passed through his body, making him jerk in surprise and almost lose his balance again. He grit his teeth, having to wrap his arm around her middle to keep his balance, retaliating with powerful, deep lunging humps, rocking her heavy body back and forth.

Zahara's claws dug into the bedsheets, digging right through the top blanket with a tearing noise, and her grip only became more intent and strained with each of Keith's powerful thrusts deep inside her. He had the vague impression of slippery wetness through the condom, but it was all incredibly muted, and he had to fuck her with desperate intent just to get enough sensation that he didn't feel like he was humping a base-form ditto. With his longer, deeper thrusts, drawing back far enough that he threatened to slip out before slamming back inside that squeezing golden cunt, there was just enough stimulation to keep him interesting. He had to work hard, but it there was no doubt that it was going to get him off eventually. For Zahara's part, she was quite obviously loving it. Her muzzle was parted, gold tongue lolling out and forepaws grasping at her blankets almost urgently, grinding her hips back towards him. Whenever their hips met properly, Keith felt a shock as her bare cunt met the base of his cock past the condom, and the electric shock made him stiffen, adjust, and fuck her all the more intently every time.

A feral roar started to build in Zahara's throat, and Keith grasped her hips tightly as she ground back against him urgently, her insides starting to squeeze and tighten around him incredibly hard. Keith had felt tight before with eevee, vaporeon, and even the serpentine dragonair, but this was on another level. Zahara's tight golden pussy clenched down around him with vice-like grip, squeezing him so hard that it started to ache, while soft muscles clenched and milked around his tip deep inside her. It was difficult to continue thrusting, and as he did, he felt the thick condom shifting a few millimetres back and forth. Even with her internal slipperiness, she was clenching so hard she was threatening to drag the condom off him!

Gasping, Keith held her hips and buried himself to the hips inside her, holding there and just stirring his hips back and forth against her so that she wouldn't tug the thick insulating condom off him. But even barely moving his hips, the orgasming luxray's flesh was milking him wildly, squeezing and clenching and coaxing around his tip in a phenomenal fashion. Even through the dulling effects of the thick, insulating condom, he could feel his cock stiffening and throbbing in response, and that little tickle was starting deep in his core to warn him of an impending orgasm.

“F-fuck!" Keith hissed, gripping Zahara's hips and giving a rough series of humps against her, unable to stifle the need to fuck her as he felt his orgasm welling up inside him. It took every ounce of physical power he had to overcome the tight band of her muscles at the entrance of that supple golden cunt, having to grind and tug to slide back, and then having to force forwards to sink back inside her. Even through the condom, the squeezing of her inner muscles was intense and it alone would have been enough to make him cum, he was certain, if he wasn't wearing it.

Zahara's tight flesh snagged on the condom, and tugged it halfway off. Keith felt it sliding up off his base, and it was immediately replaced with the warm splash of her liquids and the eager caress of her inner flesh—

—And the raw electricity of an orgasming luxray.

A surprisingly powerful electric shock passed down the length of Keith's cock, and shot up through his core. His back stiffened on reflex, and he fell against the luxray, hands gripping her as tightly as he could manage, fingers white and eyes clenched closed, feeling his toes clench and scrabble at the bedsheets completely out of his control. Zahara's slick inner flesh continued to squeeze him around the now-loose condom, and the extra stimulation was all it took to set him off. His cock throbbed angrily, feeling as though it was bloating under the direct electrical stimulation, and it stiffened to what felt like an unnatural level, even as her clenching, milking inner flesh squeezed and convulsed around it, almost like she was coaxing the orgasm from him. He snarled breathlessly, and arched against her, one hand grasping in her mane for leverage and balance, trying to escape the unexpected, wild stimulation of her electricity, and only ending up worsening it as the luxray's orgasm was overwhelming her electrical control and touching her fur was like touching a live wire.

Wrenching himself backwards, Keith managed to tug back until his tip was just barely inside her, held tight by that incredibly powerful band of muscle just inside that tight golden entrance, even as his orgasm overtook him and he started to pump bursts of human spunk right into that thick condom. His teeth clenched slightly, and he rocked against her, lifting his hands away from her body and shuddering, able to finally relax now that he wasn't inside her. His orgasm was almost thoroughly ruined by the exertion, and he panted heavily, chest heaving, as he lightly rocked his hips back and forth, trying to enjoy the last draining hints of stimulation.

The condom was loose now, bunched up around his tip and thoroughly unpleasant, and as Zahara started to relax, Keith reached down to hold around the base of the condom and carefully draw backwards, making sure he pulled it out of her when he withdrew. He slipped it off the end of his cock, and fumbled to tie a knot in it, slippery as it was with Zahara's liquids, and then tossed it in the trash can near the bed.

Zahara herself was finally coming down from her orgasm, her paws slowly relaxing, claws retracting from her thoroughly-punctured bedsheets, and hips slowly starting to lower.

Keith's muscles ached, mainly his calves and lower back, like he had just run quite a distance. He awkwardly leaned forwards, and then collapsed beside the luxray, trying to catch his breath.

Zahara gave a content purr and flopped next to him, her large paws extending to hook around his shoulders. She drew him in close, purring and butting her head against his chin and cheek affectionately, drawing a lick of her slightly-rough tongue across his cheek.

Keith gave a mild protest and then a chuckle, throwing an arm over the luxray and stroking at her flank, enjoying the smooth fur under his fingertips. “That was… different."

“Ray," Zahara responded, butting her head against him again, her tail giving happy little thudding twitches against the bed, arcing faintly with electricity.

Keith wondered fleetingly if the reason Jahi didn't engage in sexual situation with Zahara was due to his lack of interest or if it was just too rough for him to. Her electric powers were incredible, and more than a little frightening. Going in her without the insulating condom… There was a momentarily thrill of danger at the thought, and he glanced down the edge of the bed, to where a drawer lay opened, with what had to be a hundred or more of the condoms stuffed in it.

“Do this often?" Keith asked with a light chuckle.

Zahara arched an eyebrow at him, but then shook her head, seeming sad.

Keith fished a loose condom wrapper up from the drawer, examining it. “Is this for you, or for us? Humans, I mean?"

Zahara placed a paw on his chest. “Lux."

Keith nodded. “I get that. So people can't… enjoy you without one of these?"

Zahara wrinkled her nose and gave a hesitant nod of confirmation.

Keith tossed the condom wrapper aside, and then pulled back from Zahara just long enough to pull his shirt off over his head and toss it aside, leaving him completely naked next to her. He shifted closer to her again, snuggling up against her front, enjoying the way she wrapped her paws around him. For the next minute or so, he slowly trailed his hand through her fur, listening to the wind and rain beating against the hull of the boat.

“I'd do it, you know," Keith said after some hesitation.

Zahara stiffened against him, and her tail started to beat excitedly against the bed, though she didn't enquire any further.

Keith looked up at her, and then wiggled closer, so he could whisper in one of her large, triangular ears. “I'd fuck you. Raw. No condom."

Zahara visibly perked up at Keith's words, stiffening against him, her ears pricking towards him, giving him her undivided attention. Her formerly lazy demeanor changed, and her tail gave a slow, predatory flick, the tip crackling against the bed. She didn't give any other indication that she heard him, but her body language was more than enough.

Chuckling slightly, Keith drew his hand down her side, feeling against her sleek form, counting her ribs by the little valleys in her fur, until he could lightly draw his fingertips across her bellyfur with a crackle of static electricity, letting them dip towards the visible wetness further between her thighs, making Zahara twitch against him, and one of her hindlegs lift slightly. “Like that idea, huh?"

Zahara stared at him, her eyes narrowing intently, and then she leaned in to drag a long lick of a golden tongue against his cheek. Keith winced and cringed slightly at the electric sensation that rolled through his skin at her touch, but lightly pressed his hands further down her form. His right hand wormed its way under her body, feeling her weight atop it, while his other continued in its quest, until it could curl past the rounded mound of luxray cunny and give a light little rub right along her soft outer lips.

A low, heated growl rolled from Zahara's throat, and as she moved to throw a hindleg over him, Keith lifted his hand and blocked her, instead pushing back with as much force as he could muster to stop the luxray from rolling over to straddle him.

“No, no, calm down," Keith soothed, smiling and giving her nose a little kiss.

Zahara squinted at him, her tail giving an impatient flick.

Keith tried his best to sound soothing as he carefully push against her foreleg and hindleg, using his knee to try and push her over onto her back. Zahara, thankfully, acquiesced to his non-verbal demand, rolling over onto her back, drawing her forepaws up to her chest.

Following her movement, Keith knelt at her lower body, with her hindlegs on his shoulders, and then carefully hooked his hands around her rump and then bodily dragged the luxray towards the edge of the bed. The satin sheets made it easier to move her, providing very little friction, though her soft fur dragging over the silky material made a terrifying crackle of electricity. He dragged her to the very edge of the bed, until her spiky rump-fur was laying over it, and he could slip off the bed and stand over her.

Keith smiled, leaning over the luxray, her hindlegs automatically falling against his sides, his palms resting on either side of her chest. The bed was, thankfully, a much better height for screwing luxrays, and meant that he could stand at his full height without having to stoop or kneel, and allowed him to more or less align them properly. She was still a little too low for his liking, and so he quickly snatched up a pillow, holding it up lamely. “Can you uh, lift your rump a bit?"

Zahara seemed to roll her eyes, but she put a hindleg on his shoulder and used it for leverage to lift her rump. Keith almost buckled with her weight on him, but he managed to tuck the pillow under her rump, which left the luxray at a rather pleasingly-presented angle, with her lower half elevated, hindlegs spread, and tail dangling off the bed. Her own liquids were matted around her inner thighs, glimmering in the low, indirect lighting, while her spread stance meant that golden inner flesh was rather clearly on display. And now she was the perfect height.

Keith adjusted his stance, shuffling in closer to Zahara, hands finding her hips as he pushed his body up against her own. The stiff length of his cock pressed against the flesh of her crotch, lightly grinding in a slow press that pushed the underside of him against her outer lips, just barely dipping past for an instant to graze her inner flesh.

Immediately, a powerful shock bolted through Keith's body, centred from their contact, and he hissed in surprise, teeth baring. Zahara smirked up at him almost innocently, lifting her forepaws to rest on his chest, tilting her head at him coquettishly and then poking out her tongue in a teasing fashion.

“Oh shush you," Keith huffed, one of his hands lightly grasping at one of her paws, holding around the 'wrist', even as he adjusted his stance to push his tip against her outer lips. The black-firred soft mound of flesh parted, and his tip just barely grazed against her, sending another shock thundering through his spine.

For the first time, Keith felt real trepidation in regards to what he was about to do. Fucking Zahara raw had been such an enticing idea a few seconds ago, but now it was almost daunting, especially with the light crackle of electricity that rolled from the excited luxray's tail as it thudded against the bed.

Keith stared down their forms to where his cock was pressed up against her, and then, with the tip of his tongue held breathlessly between his teeth, he ground his hips forwards.

For just a moment, Keith saw Zahara's plump outer lips spreading around him, and the brush of golden inner flesh being exposed by the pressure before he sank past and inside her, and then he had to clench his eyes closed as a wild shock crashed through him from his shoulders down to his toes. He did stagger this time, falling forwards, knees locking against the bed and his cock sinking past her resistance entirely as his balance was thrown off. A second or two later, he realised he was laying over the luxray, sprawedl half-over her belly with his cock buried mostly inside her. It was only her paws on his chest that had stopped him falling off the bed entirely, and she was now staring at him with some concern.

Keith rose slightly, getting his feet back under him, and then almost staggered and fell again as a rolling shock seemed to arc from near the base of his achingly-stiff cock right to the tip. Wherever her flesh was wrapped around his cock, it was subjecting him to a repeated series of shocks that matched the surprisingly powerful grasp of her inner muscles. When he moved, he stimulated Zahara, and Zahara's inner flesh would squeeze around him, from the base towards the tip, stimulating him in return in ways he didn't even realise were possible.

Zahara's bare inner flesh was squeezing around him now, and the sensations that were entirely muted before were now intense and inescapable. The surprisingly strong grasp of that slick inner flesh squeezed around him incredibly snugly, but now the muscular contractions were just about milking him, with her inner flesh squeezing around his tip in ways that made it almost impossible to ignore.

Keith hissed faintly and drew back, sliding his cock out of her. It sprang free of Zahara's clenching cunt, she was squeezing him so tightly, and then slapped back down against her outer flesh. He held there, staring down at her disappointed expression, panting. “F-fuck," he hissed, squeezing her rump lightly with a hand, placing his other hand her chest and trying to catch his breath. “Give me… just give me a moment to get my bearing."

Zahara stared at him grumpily, but didn't respond verbally, instead electing to lifting her paws and place them on his shoulders, soft pads lightly gripping him in a reassuring fashion.

Keith leaned against her, happy for the extra leverage propping him up, just lightly grinding his hips against her own.

And then Zahara's electrically-charged clawtips extended.

It was a light prickling at first. A reminder. A gentle warning. And then she extended them a tiny bit further, so he could feel them digging in against his skin.

Keith chuckled sheepishly, lifting a hand to lightly grasp her paw, squeezing it soothingly. “I know, I know. I just… this is a lot rougher than I'm used to. I don't want to just hump you for twenty seconds and then leave you uh… unfinished."

Zahara narrowed her eyes up at him, licking her lips, her golden tongue crackling with energy. “Lux. Ray." she ordered, biting off each syllable.

Keith gave a nervous laugh at the order, and then winced slightly as her claws dug in further, almost painful now, clearly communicating her threat. He adjusted his stance again, pushing his stiff tip against her outer lips, giving a slow, lightly little grind against her. Zahara tried to push back against him and make him sink inside her, but with her rump elevated by the pillow, all she could do was almost desperately roll her hips.

“Fuuuck…" Keith hissed anxiously, grasping Zahara's paw a little more intently and then taking a deep breath and grinding forwards again. He was much more prepared for the electric shock this time, and so he didn't lose his balance, but the jolt of it all but forced him to cram every inch inside her, grinding his hips against her own with a gasp. His cock jerked inside her with the rough stimulation of both her soft inner flesh and the powerful shocks her inner flesh imparted to him, and the wild squeezes and clenches were so incredibly intent that he could have orgasmed without even moving his hips.

Clenching his teeth, Keith drew back, and then started to thrust, sliding back and then shoving inside her again. Even as Zahara curled and purred eagerly, placing her paws on his shoulders again, Keith felt himself falling into a wild rhythm. Each time he drew back, there was a rough squeeze and grasp around him, almost begging him not to leave, but then when he lunged forwards again, there was a rough shock and squeeze, sending a jolt of stimulation crashing through him. It was almost impossible not to fall into Zahara's own internal 'shock rhythm', because every time the never-ending tingle of her charge rose into outright jolts, it made him tense straighten against her, and so his inwards thrusts naturally started to fall right at the crest of her increasing amperages.

And the rhythm of her charges was growing faster.

Already, Keith could feel the beat of her shocks increasing, and it was like he was some kind of machine being coaxed into faster and faster function by increasing voltage. Zahara was yowling in delight, grasping him with her claws, grinding her hips up towards him as he pounded down into her, sinking through inches of tight, squeezing wet golden flesh and holding within her just long enough for her wild jolts to make him twitch and pulse urgently inside her before he drew back and then sank inside her.

“F-fuck, fuck, fuck!" Keith hissed between clenched teeth, gripping Zahara's shoulders. He leaned over her further, afraid that her jolts would upset his balance, while spasmodic humps were pounded in to her again and again, coaxed out by her rough electrical stimulation.

Internally, Keith was almost begging the luxray to orgasm. He couldn't finish until she finished, and the coaxing rhythm of her flux was almost forcing him to rut her like a wild pokemon. He tried to slow his pace, but she jolted him so hard he jerked in place, and he was forced back into his rough humps. It was quite literally 'all or nothing'. Or 'all or electrocution'.

Zahara started to squeeze on him tighter, and her paws tightened, her claws digging into his shoulders and holding him intently. Her hindlegs wrapped around him tightly, so he could barely move, and her jaws arced with dangerous charge. The electricity in the air around them was so intense that Keith could feel his hair standing on end all over his body, and feel his skin tingling with it even where ahara's body wasn't touching his own.

And then Zahara came.

Keith was acutely aware of the exact instant that Zahara was pushed over the edge, as her entire body clenched down him like a vice. Muscles that were so peculiarly singular in their gripping of him previously were now squeezing down around him tandem, forming a snug sheath of golden flesh that clenched and coaxed and milked around him wildly.

And she started to electrocute him.

If the jolts before were intense, this was beyond that. Keith's entire body tensed and stiffened as her claws arced electricity through his shoulders and her squeezing cunt arced it through his ground. He felt like he had touched an electric fence, or accidentally touched live internal wiring. He was incapable of moving his own body properly now, no longer thrusting, and instead just holding himself tight against the luxray as the wild, eager cadence of her orgasm was forced in to him in electrical stimulation.

Keith hadn't been on the precipice of orgasm when Zahara had reached her own, and he was no longer capable of thrusting. But with her squeezing, intent grasp around his cock, and the milking, coaxing undulations of her inner flesh, combined with the wild electrical stimulation was about to push him over that edge. Muscular contractions started from the base of his cock, where he was spreading her outer lips around him, and then travelled in concentric circles right down the length of his cock like a crowd doing 'the wave', but it was focused entirely around his cock. And combined with that was the electric shock, so absolutely obviously focused on where he was buried inside her, tingling and jolting through him and making him throb and stiffen wildly inside her, which just increased the amount of stimulation that silky-soft slippery golden flesh could wring from him.

“Fuck fuck!" Keith gasped, his hands gripped around Zahara's shoulders impotently. He couldn't even unclench them, his toes grasping at the floor, entire body tense and stiff as his cock throbbed and jerked wildly, held balls-deep inside the luxray as her inner flesh literally milked him to orgasm.

A gasp and cry of delight left him as he finally started to finish, succumbing to her rough stimulation and the grasp of flesh around his tip, his cock jerking and pumping gush after gush of human spunk directly into that squeezing cunt. He groaned in delight, almost passing out from the sensation, his head spinning, even as Zahara's claws tightening around him and she jolted him again at the feel of warm human spunk splashing across her unprotected golden inner flesh. Even with her orgasm winding down, there was no relief for him, her inner flesh constantly shocking him, making him feel like the head of his cock was bloating two sizes too large and coaxing more and more heavy spurts from him to splash over her inner flesh.

And then, mercifully, it was over.

The electric shocks died down to something less severe and less likely to cause damage, and Keith sagged against her, gasping for breath. Zahara disentangled her claws from him, holding around his shoulders with them with a low growling purr building in her throat.

With a groan, Keith slumped, his knees weakening, and he pulled his hips back, disengaging from her entirely. He almost dropped to his knees right there at the side of the bed, but he managed to struggle around Zahara's hindleg and flop pitifully on the bed beside her.

“Oh my fucking Arceus," he groaned, sprawling out on his back and trying to catch his beath, his breathing now gloriously easy without the constant electrical shocks.

Zahara purred, reaching a paw out to rest on his chest, drawing it down his form, dragging a line of electric shocks against his skin. Keith was so thoroughly over-stimulated from the experience that he barely noticed it.

“I can definitely see why those condoms are a thing now," Keith said, willing his legs to move so he could roll to face the luxray. He reached out a palm to mirror her motions, sliding his hand lightly down her body, from her chest down to her belly. “Did you have fun?"

Zahara nodded intently at him, licking her lips, and then leaning in to give his chin a little lick, smirking. She butted her head against him lightly, pushing her forehead against his own affectionately.

Keith lightly lifted a hand to stroke through her mane, only barely feeling the rough tingle of electricity now.

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Keith felt drained, but pleased. It was nine in the morning, and Zahara had kept him up most of the night. They had finally managed to sleep, all tangled up in the blankets, sometime after midnight.

And then Keith had woken her up for some pre-breakfast fucking.

Zahara was at the edge of the bed, on her stomach, a pillow under her belly and one in her mouth. She was biting down on it hard enough to shred it, sending feathers everywhere as Keith pounded her from behind.

Her electric shocks had grown weaker throughout the night, and now they were mild and sated, in his mind. The first time, they had been a furious, wild, primal power that coursed through him, but over the course of several hours, he'd managed to 'tame' them down into soft, reassuring little jolts.

“Cum for me," Keith growled, leaning over the luxray and hooking one of his arms around her middle. His other had snuck down between her belly and the pillow, and was rubbing at her clit as he pounded her from behind, cramming every inch he could get deep inside that golden cunny, spreading her. A slick mess of her liquids was drooling down her inner thighs and making a mess of the pillow and bed, but neither of them cared much at that point.

Zahara bit down on the pillow harder, panting around it intently, her claws grasping at the bed and tearing holes in the sheets, going far enough to score the mattress underneath. Hot, slippery inner flesh started to grasp around him, and he groaned in delight, gripping her taibase in one hand and shoving balls-deep inside her, holding there as he rubbed her clit in earnest, trying to coax out her orgasm.

A heated yowl rolled from Zahara's throat, and her hips jerked, her hindlegs, not actually on the floor, grasping at the air on either side of Keith's body as he held himself deep inside her. He smirked in triumph as she started to orgasm around him, and then he hissed and gasped, groaning as that now-familiar electrical tingle started up deep inside her. His knees started to shake as he felt her jolts rolling in a lustful rhythm up and down the length of his cock, even as eager squeezes of her soft, slippery inner flesh coaxed and slithered around his tip. His hips jerked of their own accord, and he held himself there for a few more moments, until he felt that tingle reaching alarm levels.

With a heated growl, Keith gave three rough, lunging humps into the luxray, and then started to cum, his cock jerking and then pumping gushed of eager spunk right into that squeezing luxray cunny. The eager squeezing grasp of her flesh was so tight and snug that even before he was halfway done, a slick dribble of white started to drool from between her well stuffed outer lips, slowly trickling down over the mound of her cunny and then dropping off her clit.

Zahara hissed, savaging the pillow as the sensation of warm spunk pumping inside her set her off again, and she rocked her hips back against him lustfully, her claws tearing holes in the mattress and fur standing on end with electrical charge.

“I see you please my hazina well, eh!" Jahi said cheerfully from the doorway.

Keith turned to look so fast he almost cricked his neck, and Zahara lifted her head in a lazy, hazy, pleased expression, looking at her master for a long moment before dropping her head back down with a content growl.

Kalisha was standing beside Jahi, open-mouthed, eyes bulging, seemingly unable to believe her eyes.

“I brought breakfast!" Jahi said, motioning towards a tray with silverware on it. “Most don't survive the night with my hazina, let alone the morning!"

Keith gave a weak little chuckle, leaning forwards until he was resting his chin on Zahara's back, giving her an affectionate stroke along one flank. “I almost didn't."

“She wild, yes?" Jahi said, eyes sparkling with mirth. “You know, if you can please her all night. She might want you back, yeah?"

Keith nodded tiredly. “Maybe we can discuss this when I'm not…?"

Jahi nodded and gave a half-salute with two fingers. “Right you are, my man. I did not mean to interrupt! Come, Kali, we have at least an hour before they rise."

Kalisha nodded dumbly, closing her mouth and then looking away pointedly, though her eyes were still wide and her jaw was set. “Did you… was he…?"

“Keith is here to entertain my hazina, yes? Like you are here to entertain me!" Jahi said, smiling and wrapping an arm around her shoulders, starting to lead her away from the room.

“But she's a pokemon!" Keith heard Kalisha complain, though Jahi's response was lost to distance.

Keith drew back, rising to his feet and disengaging from Zahara. His cock sprung from her used cunny, and she stayed spread for a few long moments, golden flesh easily visible between plump black outer lips, and the mess of his spunk starting to slowly drool from her used entrance.

For the merest of moments, Keith wished he had a camera on him.

After finding his legs, Keith staggered over to the breakfast cart, picked up the largest platter, and carried it over to the bed, depositing it beside the thoroughly-fucked luxray.

Zahara hadn't even moved to get the pillow from under her belly yet, and just looked up at Keith tiredly as he lifted the dome-cover on the platter to reveal freshly-cooked fish and spicy seaweed risotto, though she gladly opened her mouth so Keith could begin lazily feeding her breakfast in bed.