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Grieves

By Shadymissionary

[i]1128...1130...1132…[/i] Ash finally located room 1134. The door looked exactly like every other door in the hallway, although there was a light coming from underneath this one as opposed to most of the others. The young trainer adjusted his coat and pressed on the intercom button next to the door. “Hello?"

[i]“Oh, thank goodness, you're finally here. Come in, come in!"[/i] A high-strung voice answered before the door clicked open, giving Ash permission to step through the door. Or rather, Narcissus...he must've assumed that it was the Ditto that was knocking on the door. He'd paged him, after all. Ash was just delivering the message.

“Um...Alright…" Ash turned the unlocked knob and opened the door.

Right inside the door was a tense-looking Indeedee in a ruffled blue suit, his tie slightly askew and a matching duffel bag slung over his shoulder. A nametag on his right chest read 'Tidy'. His face was quite soft and his hips were quite big, and Ash might've mistaken Tidy for a girl if it wasn't for the blue marks on his face and his horns pointing upwards. His white paws were rubbing together fretfully as he looked Ash over, the bags underneath highlighting the relief in his pupils.

“Yes...yes, you almost look perfect, thank Arceus…right, let's get going!"

Ash swallowed. “Listen, I need to tell you somethi-"

He was swiftly interrupted by Tidy's paws grabbing him by the jacket and pulling him into the room. The Indeedee almost teleported right beside him and began shoving him towards a full-length mirror and gold-covered closet that was inside the room. As soon as they stopped, Tidy grabbed Ash's cap right off his head.

Tidy hurmed as he observed the human's appearance in front of the mirror. “Love this form, but I don't know about this outfit. It does complete your look, though. Do you want it back when you're done working today?"

Ash winced and tried to take the hat back. “Of course I do - wait, what are you talking about? I'm not-"

“I know, I know, I know you're not scheduled today, I am so very sorry." Tidy babbled as he stuffed the hat into the duffel bag. Almost like a magician's trick, the same paw that made his hat disappear made a bottle of hair gel appear in the Indeedee's paw. In the blink of an eye, Tidy had lathered up his paws and was running them through Ash's hair with ridiculous speed, coating the black hair in a thick gel.

“Hey!" By the time Ash managed to speak up, Tidy was finished. The trainer blinked as he looked at how his messy hair had spontaneously become a neatly flattened hairdo that made him look quite elegant. He wasn't exactly...upset that he looked nicer now, but Tidy wasn't listening to him. “Th-thanks, but I'm not-"

“Yes, yes, and I will make this up to you later, I promise." Tidy interrupted Ash as he grabbed the boy by his wrists and slipped off his training gloves before the boy could protest. “But I really, [i]really[/i] need your help right now."

That made Ash pause. Even with just how bewildering everything had gotten, he still wanted to help wherever he could. “...You do?"

Tidy nodded fitfully. “[i]Desperately[/i]. With that bad flu going around, we're so short-staffed...I've been running myself ragged trying to fill in all the missing slots…"

The Indeedee stood in front of Ash, his paws clasped together in supplication. Eyes with deep bags under them pleaded to the young man for help. “So please, please, [i]please[/i] help me out here! I am at the end of my rope, and I need all the help I can get! I'll pay you out of my own pocket if that's what you want in exchange."

Ash paused at this. Indeedee looked desperate and exhausted, and it seemed...mean to tell him that his employee was unconscious and unable to do anything to make him feel better, and that it was kinda Ash's fault…

“Um...okay...but listen, I'm kinda...stuck in this form-" Ash tried to explain gently as he played along. He didn't quite understand everything, but maybe he could help out if he rolled with everything that he came across. Tidy definitely looked like he needed the help.

Tidy zipped behind him and pulled Ash's blue jacket off his chest to shove into the duffel bag. “That will [i]not[/i] be any kind of problem. This form looks [i]perfect[/i] for the slots I need you to fill in. A nice balance between an average human and a muscled hunk."

Ash blushed a little at this description of himself, but he still raised his arms up to let Tidy remove his shirt and expose his chest. Ash had never paid much attention to himself in that light, but now that it had been pointed out to him, he had to admit that he was quite lean and nice-looking, though not particularly thick. The body of a hiker who didn't pay much attention to muscle training but still kept himself healthy with long walks and casual mountain climbing. Ash would also do some basic fight training with Pikachu, though his friend would always win those wrestling matches. Pikachu would always smile widely when he finally pinned Ash down, commenting that he put up a very good fight for a human. Lately, Pikachu had been lingering over him whenever he did that longer than usual...

The boy's thoughts were jarred out of self-reflection when he noticed Tidy had gotten onto his knees and started untying his shoelaces. Ash quickly figured out what he wanted, and moved his right leg up so Tidy could pull off the shoe and sock.

Tidy paused for a second as he held Ash's bare foot in his paws, and the human couldn't help but giggle as he felt the fur on his right toes.

“These feet are made for walking...that's good. We'll be doing a lot of it today." Tidy murmured before placing the right foot down and working on the left shoe.

Ash agreed...those feet of his had gotten pretty firm from his years of traveling. Hopefully, they would hold up after...whatever Tidy needed from him today. “So...what do y-"

Suddenly, Tidy had undone the button on his blue jeans, and with a sharp tug, the Indeedee had pushed both Ash's jeans and boxers to the ground. His eyes widened and his face went bright red as he realized that he was [i]stark naked in front of a stranger[/i]…

Tidy had already made his lower garments disappear into his magic duffel bag, so there wasn't anything Ash could do to amend the situation. The human tried to regulate his breathing as he stared at his entire body in the mirror…

Tidy smirked as he opened the closet nearby, looking through the fine clothes on display. “Good call with that package of yours. You'll need it for today."

[i]Package[/i]...Didn't Narcissus say something along those lines about...Ash had never looked down there before...his eyes slowly wandered to his exposed 'package'...

His penis looked normal, matching the pictures he'd seen in that sex-ed class. His...testicles, was that what they were called? They were pretty big...he'd never noticed that, even when he had to struggle to get his jeans fitted, it was just a thing he'd gotten used to…

Tidy then reappeared behind him with a pair of fancy-looking blue silk boxers that...didn't look like they'd be big enough for him. The thought made him wince even as he let Tidy put them on.

“Oh, don't worry." Tidy chuckled as the silk tightened around his waist and package. “You won't be wearing these for too long."

That did not make Ash's blush go away. “Then...why am I…?"

Tidy smacked his forehead as he pulled out a pair of light blue pants that looked quite fancy. “Oh, geez, I haven't told you the scenario yet. Ok...you're a rich young heir to the massive fortune of an aristocratic family, and you've just come home after a long day of work. Your faithful Gengar butler, Grieves, wants to dress you for bed and tuck you in…"

Ash blinked as the pants…[i]tightened[/i] even more around his midsection, making him cringe. “Is...that it…?"

“No, no, no, that's just the foreplay." Tidy commented as a white shirt with ruffled sleeves was shifted onto Ash's chest. “The real stuff happens after he offers to help you get to sleep. Remember, the code to proceed is 'Complete the scene'."

[i]Proceed[/i]...Ash wasn't quite sure what that meant. And he was too nervous to ask as Tidy quickly dressed him in a tight blue suit jacket, tight white opera gloves, tight white socks, and tight black shoes...As bewildering as the notion of getting dressed only to get undressed minutes later was to him, Ash had to admit that he'd be glad to lose this outfit. As nice looking as it was, it was the opposite of comfortable, [i]especially[/i] the pants.

Tidy stepped back to appreciate his work, looking at the boy who now looked like a very wealthy young man. “Now, remember, stay in character and give the client what he wants. This is the Fantasy Factory, and we always make sure our customers are satisfied. Rich kid, innocent and naive, trusts his butler completely. Got it?"

Ash paused for a moment, staring at himself in the mirror. How did he get into this situation? Well, whatever the case, Tidy needed his help and it was too late to back out now. “I...guess…"

“Splendid! Splendid, splendid, splendid! I'll signal Grieves that you're ready to begin when he is. Just stand by the entrance, like you've just come inside. And remember...the most important thing is making the client happy."

Tidy vanished into another door on the other end of the room, leaving Ash alone in the room. After blinking a few times and trying to shake his head clear, the well-dressed young man stiffly walked to the door he'd come in and stood by.

In all the confusion, he hadn't taken a good look at the room he was in. It was done up like a fancy upper-class bedroom, with expensive-looking furniture that matched the look of the mirror and dresser he'd been standing in front of. The centerpiece of the room was the black-and-gold canopy bed, a huge silky cloud that looked like it cost more than 3 months of winnings. Ash hadn't really cared about where he slept in - he'd been in sleeping bags on the ground since he was a little kid. Still, he could tell that bed would be super nice to sleep in and…

[i]Proceed…[/i]

His pants seemed to feel even tighter around him.

***

“Helllooooooo, Master - oh geez, I sound like a carny. Umm…butlers are often British, how do brits sound…'Ello, master! Welcome 'ome...oh Arceus no, I sound like a street urchin…geez, never thought this would be so difficult..."

Grieves was getting ready in the bathroom, trying to psych himself up for his fantasy enactment. The rooms were soundproofed, so the Gengar client could rehearse to himself while his...helper would get himself set up, and neither would be distracted or disturbed by each other before they saw each other.

The chubby Gengar kept muttering his lines to himself as he fidgeted with the bow tie around his neck. He had been going over this for what felt like an eternity, and it still felt like it wasn't good enough. He had a dark suit that coordinated well with his purple skin, and he'd spent hours getting himself groomed and prepped to look the part of a professional butler.

Grieves took a deep breath and calmed his nerves. “Ok...just be natural. 'Welcome home, master. It is good to see you well. How was your day, young sir? Hmm, yes, very well. Would you like me to dress you for bed? Would you like me to tuck you in for the night, young master? Would you like me to...help you get to sleep, young master?' Yeah...yeaheheh...Ahem. Remember, you're a professional, just like he is."

It was just foreplay, sure, but he wanted to get it done right. This was his fantasy, a wealthy servant tending to his young charge. And hopefully, the fantasy would play out to his preferred conclusion...he was already lubed up in preparation for 'completing the scene'. He'd been imagining this scenario for weeks now...but now that he was here, his nerves were flaring up like he couldn't believe. [i]What if I mess up, what if I'm not good enough, what if I embarrass myself in front of…[/i]

Grieves shook his head. He was being ridiculous. He was going to do this scene with a [i]professional[/i], after all. And this professional would make sure he got to do [i]everything[/i] he wanted...Gengar patted his plump rear in anticipation. The Gengar wanted nothing more than to see this scene to completion and complete his fantasy with aplomb...and no doubt, his helper wanted the same.

There was a blinking light in the corner of the bathroom, right where he could see it. His helper was ready. It was showtime, Grieves. Your young master was home.

Grieves smiled, adjusted his tie, and stepped out of the bathroom to greet his charge. He hadn't been too specific in how he wanted his...helper to look, didn't want to overthink that particular angle. He didn't even really think up a name, just 'master' would do. He just asked for a 'naive, handsome young heir' to take care of, someone nice on the eyes who looked sweet and sophisticated enough for a respectable butler to serve…

And that was exactly what was waiting for him in the Master's Bedroom. The cute young brunette in the pretty blue suit, looking just a little nervous and shy as he stood by the front door of his own mansion...he was [i]perfect.[/i] Just perfect, with that face and that body and that suit that he clearly wanted to get out of almost as bad as Grieves did…

[i]Right[/i]. Grieves shook his head clear and tried to regulate his smile. Gengars had a reputation of smiling a little bit too wide and creepily...he had to look like a friendly and trustworthy butler right now. Luckily, the boy hadn't noticed if he'd looked a little hungrier than he should as Grieves cleared his throat.

Ash turned to look at his 'client'. A slightly chubby Gengar with an impeccable butler's outfit was smiling at him, his feet floating a few inches off the ground. Grieves was smiling gently as he approached Ash.

“Welcome home, young master. It is good to see you well. You must have had a most tiring day" Gengar spoke, gentle and friendly and professional. Like a true butler.

Ash nodded and tried to hide his nervous chuckle. How did rich people talk? “Er...yes. Quite. A most...taxing day."

Grieves nodded, slowly floating towards him. Once he was close enough, the ghost kneeled down and undid the laces on Ash's dress shoes, before removing the left one first along with his white socks. “Yes...I imagine you are exhausted, young sir. Would you like me to dress you for bed?"

Ash swallowed as Gengar started on the right foot. On the one hand, he was going to be naked in front of a stranger…[i]again[/i], and this stranger wanted to actually do [i]something[/i] with him...he just didn't know [i]what…[/i]

On the other hand...the more he thought about it...the more he wanted to be out of this stiff and suffocating outfit...and a growing part of him wanted to see what 'proceeding' entailed...

“Y-yes, I would like that Grieves. I'd...like that very much." Ash finally admitted just as his feet both became bare, much to his relief.

The Gengar smiled a little wider and discreetly readied his fingers at his sides as he approached Ash. “Right away, young master."

Grieves stepped behind Ash and carefully grabbed the sides of his suit jacket, gently pulling the boy's arms back so he could remove the cerulean garment. “I know it isn't my place to ask, master...but would you like to talk about your day?"

Ash blinked, a little caught off guard. “Well...it's been a bit...confusing."

Grieves folded the suit jacket and put it aside, chuckling to himself. “Still trying to sort out your father's business? I imagine it's pretty stressful...having to inherit your family legacy."

“My famil-" Ash suddenly remembered that he was supposed to be playing a role. A rich kid who inherited his father's business and needed to be tucked in for the night after a long day of...rich people stuff? “Y-yes, it's been very stressful. Most stressful, indeed." That was how rich humans talked, right?

Ash's experience with the wealthy was...limited. A few would-be sponsors who wanted his publicity for their own causes, a Mincinno actress he'd helped escape from her suffocating parents, and quite a few Furfrou who turned down their noses at anything regarding battling and would like him to leave this party soon, please. Wealthy humans were even rarer and made up for their scarcity by being [i]even worse[/i]. Pompous, smarmy, treating him like dirt while they babbled about art and theater and proper diction…what was it about money that made people act worse? For all their talk about class, they didn't seem to have any of their own.

Grieves had removed Ash's gloves from his hands and was already unbuttoning the boy's shirt, and registering that he was about to be bare-chested woke Ash out of his thoughts. It was getting a little too quiet, so Ash spoke up again, trying to get back in character.

“Oh yes, it's been a real…[i]dreadful[/i] day, indeed. I had to...do a bunch of meetings with...investors…" Ash babbled as Grieves finished unbuttoning his tight shirt, removing it from his chest and exposing his top half to his butler. Ash willed himself not to blush...he hadn't even noticed Grieves fingers on his skin at all.

Grieves just nodded as he folded the boy's shirt. “Yes, those investors can be a real nightmare to deal with. And that's saying something, coming from m- er…" The Gengar almost frowned.

Ash flinched. Ghost-types could be a little...sensitive about being scary. The relationship could best be described as 'love-hate'. They joked about it, but everyone joked about them, and jokes could go from funny to hurtful in the blink of an eye. And the ones who weren't joking could hurt even more…Ash had to change the subject quickly.

“Hey...Grieves? I really appreciate how gentle you're being." Ash added. He meant it...after Tidy had all but ripped his old outfit off and stuffed him into this new one by force...he genuinely liked how tender the Gengar was with him.

Gengar's smile came back as he put the clothes away. He wasn't expected a compliment from his highborn master, real or not...help wasn't supposed to be complimented. Grieves almost blushed before he willed himself back under control.

“I'm...glad you're happy, master. I live to make you comfortable. Now..." Grieves started floating back towards Ash his gentle hands moving towards the boy's waist, undoing the button at Ash's dress pants.

The boy whooped a sigh of relief as part of the tightness around his midsection loosened, even though he blushed at how he was half-nude once Grieves had pulled those pants down his legs. Grieves gave a soft chuckle. “May I ask about the ball?"

[i]Balls? Oh right, a ball...princesses, feasts, castles, dancing…[/i]

"My dancing was...embarrassing, honestly…" That was certainly true...Ash could not dance to save his life.

“Oh, I'm sure it wasn't that...bad…" Grieves tried to pull the silk boxers down, but Ash winced when they caught onto his...package. The Gengar gulped before quickly pulling the underwear out and letting them slip past his midsection.

Taking a deep breath and trying to will his blush away, Ash stepped out of the boxers and stood nude in front of Gengar, trying not to cover himself or look like he wasn't comfortable here. Gengar needed him to be comfortable, Tidy needed him to be comfortable…[i]he[/i] needed to be comfortable.

Gengar put the boxers away and turned to take a good, long look at his exposed master. He looked...incredible. Perfect form, perfect body, soft, tender skin…and that [i]massive[/i] package...

“Don't feel bad about the ball, master." Grieves comforted his young master by placing his hands on Ash's shoulders. The boy almost shivered, but the Gengar's soft hands felt...good on his bare skin. Grieves floated in front of him and placed a hand on the boy's chin, making him look his butler in the eye. “I've known you since you were a child, and I know what's underneath all those rich trappings and fancy silks is something...beautiful. Those dances are just superficial - they can't really show how wonderful and handsome you truly are."

Ash couldn't help but smile. “Th-thanks Grieves. You're...you're very handsome too."

Grieve's eyes widened, and he couldn't quite hide his blush. Ash meant it...the chubby Gengar looked quite nice in his suit. Very nice, indeed…

“Ad...er...um…" A flustered and bright red Gengar had to shake his head clear before zipping back to the closet. “Th-thank you, master! It's so flattering to be n-noticed by someone of your stature...but I...er...still have duties to perform! So let's get these…"

Grieves and Ash looked at the light purple silk pajama bottoms that the Gengar was holding up. They didn't seem that much bigger than the painfully tight blue pants Ash had just gotten out of...if anything, they looked smaller. Especially the waist...The thought of trying to get them on made both the human and the Gengar wince slightly.

“Um…" Ash nervously suggested. “You know, Grieves, it'll be a...warm night tonight…"

The tiny pajamas promptly disappeared back into the closet as Grieves quietly laughed to himself. That could've been awkward. “Yes! Um, I mean…You're absolutely correct, my master! It's so...hot in the summer!"

Technically it was only spring, but Ash didn't correct Grieves. He just felt a sense of relief that he wouldn't get tightened again...and that relief was mixed with something else as it sunk in that there would be nothing between him and…[i]proceeding[/i] now…

Grieves quickly got himself back into 'professional butler' mode as he pulled out a large pajama shirt the same color as the bottoms, a soft purple silk thing with shiny jeweled buttons in the front. “Here we are, young master. Your favorite pajamas, perfect for a restful night after a long day."

“...Yes. Th-thank you, Grieves." Ash nodded as he raised his arms so the Gengar could move the sleeves through his arms. The silk felt...amazingly comfortable on his skin, and Ash could definitely see himself falling soundly asleep in these pajamas. Not that he was the least bit sleepy right now.

Grieves buttoned up the shirt and gently tugged it down so that it just managed to cover Ash's midsection. If the Gengar had noticed that Ash's member was a little bit bigger than before, he didn't mention it. Soon, Ash was...a little bit modest, and Grieves smiled and took his master by the hand.

“You're quite welcome, master. Now, come. Let me tuck you in for the night…"

Ash felt like a little kid again as Grieves removed the bedcovers and invited Ash to lie down inside the sheets, but he didn't object or complain. And the bed felt…[i]amazing[/i]. When the human laid down on the mattress, it was like he was lying on a cloud. The covers that Grieves placed on top of Ash's body felt so soft and perfect...after years of sleeping bags on rocky ground, punctuated with the occasional cheap hotel, being pampered like a prince felt...great. This was a wonderful place to fall asleep…

But Ash knew better. And he wasn't tired at all.

Once he had finished tucking his master in, Grieves leaned in to Ash's ear. The human assumed that it was going to be a typical 'Goodnight' message, but it was something much different.

The Gengar whispered as quietly as he could. “Hey. I'm really enjoying this scene, you really are good. You good to…[i]complete the scene?[/i]"

Ash froze. This was it. The moment of truth. He had no idea what Gengar wanted to do with him, but he had some idea what it entailed. He'd never done anything like this, never [i]thought[/i] about doing anything like this. It occurred to him that he could say No and stay...untouched, innocent, free of all the complications that would come with his first real encounter with sex, especially since it was with a [i]stranger[/i] pretending to know him, in a way he had never thought of…

But the heat rushing through his body overcame all his doubts and concerns. He…[i]wanted[/i] to know what it felt like. He [i]wanted[/i] to know where these feelings would take him. And...he didn't want to disappoint Grieves or Tidy, who needed his help…

“Y-yes. I'm...good to complete the scene, Grieves." Ash whispered back breathlessly.

Grieves smiled even wider, barely even trying to maintain his 'professional' persona. “Aheh...you seem...restless, young master. Allow me to...help you get to sleep."

Ash held back a shiver as Grieves pulled back the bedsheets again, exposing his body once again. And an even bigger shiver when the Gengar pulled the bottom of his shirt up, exposing his member...that was starting to grow and rise straight up, as the situation set into Ash's mind, filling him with fear and excitement and blood and sweat…

Grieves gently stroked Ash's face. “Don't worry, master. Just sit back, relax...and let me handle everything."

“O-ok…"

Ash stared as the chubby Gengar undid his own belt buckle and pulled down his pants as well...The cock attached to his meaty hips was the same color as the rest of Grieves' body, with a deep purple...head, that was what it was called. It was basically the same shape as Ash's, if a little bit bigger and rounder...Ash's member was pointing straight up now, his hands gripping the mattress tightly as he waited…

Grieves floated up above Ash's lying body, spreading his chubby legs out as he hovered right above Ash's waist. The boy's grip tightened, his teeth biting his lower lip in...fear? Anticipation? He didn't know, and he didn't say. Grieves had told him to relax, and that was what he was going to...try to do…

The Gengar adjusted himself until he was in the right position...whatever that was. Ash had to will himself to stay still as Grieves started floating down onto his erect cock...

Ash gasped when he felt a ring of flesh gently touch the tip of his arousal. This was...what was happening? The sex-ed class mentioned penises going into vaginas, but guy Gengars didn't have those, so where was his cock going…

Oh.

Before Ash could say anything, he felt his member getting squeezed by rolls of flesh as Grieves pushed himself further and further down. With an almost agonizing slowness, the Gengar descended his ass over his master's member, moaning with delight as the erect member sank into him.

Ash's breath hitched in his throat as he felt his cock slip into Grieve's rear, deeper and deeper...until the Gengar stopped sinking deeper, much to Ash's confusion. There were still some inches left...why did he stop? Why was Ash asking these questions? Did he want to go in [i]more[/i]? He'd never done this before, he had no idea how it worked…

That was when Grieves started floating upwards, the lubricated flesh rubbing up against Ash's member in the opposite direction. The boy moaned and tightened his grip on the mattress, uncertain if he should beg Grieves to go back down, let him push into him...all these feelings and sensations he was feeling for the first time...he wanted to stop, but not nearly as much as he wanted to [i]keep going harder…[/i]

Just then, Gengar started floating back down into Ash's cock, pushing him even further in than before, but so...damn…[i]slowly…[/i]

Ash finally let go of the mattress beneath him and moved his hands up to grab Grieves by his chubby cheeks. For a split second, he thought it was to push him off, to make this bewildering scenario stop…

But instead, Ash gripped the chubby Gengar tightly and thrusted his hips upward, burying himself up to the hilt inside the utterly thrilled Grieves.

“OOOOOOH YESSSSS MASTER!!" Grieves howled in delight, his member starting to glow with ethereal light.

Ash closed his eyes tight, feeling something build up within him for the first time ever, growing harder and harder and driving him to thrust deeper and faster and further, on and on and on and on, the pressure becoming irresistible…

Until he couldn't hold it back anymore. “AAAAAAAH!" Ash shouted as spurt after spurt of ecstasy spilled into the Gengar's plump ass, filling the ghost butler up with the fresh cum of a first orgasm.

Ash was so distracted by his ecstacy that he barely noticed Grieves cumming on his shirt, the white fluid glowing softly as it spilled out of his purple cock onto his silk shirt. The glow faded fairly quickly, not that the climaxing boy noticed or cared at this point.

The orgasm soon ended for the two of them, leaving Ash gasping for breath and desperately trying to comprehend his situation he had just finished. His first time...had that really just happened? His head was spinning, his body was covered in sweat, his cock was starting to wilt as Grieves gently removed himself from Ash's body…

“That...was...amazing...master…" Grieves wheezed, a massive smile on his face as he wobbling slightly. “I...should...be...leaving…"

Ash blinked, looking at the exhausted ghost holding onto one of the bedposts, barely able to hold himself up after that excitement...Grieves looked ready to pass out right there on the bed…

“You…" Ash managed to get his breath back, weakly taking Grieves by the hand. “You can...sleep here...Grieves...if you…"

Grieves was stunned, but his smile just got wider as he fell forward onto the soft sheets. Grieves quickly rolled and squirmed until his head was on the pillow right beside Ash's face and his hand reaching over Ash's shoulder. The tired Gengar gave Ash a soft hug as he wheezed one final word.

“You are...so...wonderful...this was...better than I...imagined…" Grieves sighed in utter bliss before closing his eyes and falling asleep.

Ash, however, was wide awake. What...what had just happened? Was that...was that what was supposed to happen for your first time? It sounded like he did everything right...he definitely didn't feel [i]wrong[/i], but was this right? It wasn't what was in the sex ed class…

And why wasn't he as tired as Grieves was? He felt...even more charged than before, now that the shock had worn off. His body was tense, his mind was racing, his ecstasy…

Just then, he heard a door gently creak open. Ash looked up to see Tidy creep in and tap him on the shoulder. “Well done! You performed amazingly. But we can't stick around...we've got more clients to please."

Ash blinked in bewilderment. There was going to be [i]more[/i] of this?

Was he scared or excited about that? He wasn't sure…

The boy just shook his head clear and gently separated himself from the slumbering Grieves. Out of courtesy, Ash moved the bedcovers over the sleeping Gengar, getting him to giggle happily in his dreams as he snuggled into the sheets.

“Appreciate the extra consideration, I really do, but we need to get going fast!" Tidy commented as he pushed Ash towards the door.

“Waitwaitwaitwaitwait, I'm not-" Ash babbled, not wanting to walk outside completely pantsless.

Tidy went in front of Ash and peeked through the door into the hall. “Don't worry. Next client is just across the hallway. And nobody's here...Come on!"

Tidy yanked him from one door to the other as a bewildered Ash was pushed across the hall while the Indeedee hurriedly explained his next client. The good news was, Ash would at least have a shower and get cleaned up...the bad news was, he wasn't going to be getting any new clothes after that...

Pikachu turned the corner just as door 1133 closed shut. He didn't want to believe it, but he was starting to think Ash had somehow got confused enough to walk to another lobby on the other side of the building at this point. Where else could he be at this point?