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“And the scores are in! The judges and you all in the audience have been dazzled and delighted, and are now ready to declare today's Pokémon Beauty Contest winner!" The emcee was hamming it up, as he had been during the whole contest; were this a more formal event, he'd never have been able to get away with it, but in a casual charity contest like this, there was a lot more leeway. “Give me a drum roll, please! What's that? We don't have any drums? Is there a Rillaboom in the house?" Laughter from the audience, though no forthcoming Rillaboom. “Well, then, I'll just have to not keep you all in suspense! And the winner is….PHINEAAAAAAS!"

Cheering and whooping from the crowd as the Delcatty strutted up to the winner's platform, basking in the adulation of the adoring fans. Never was he more at home than when the spotlight was on him, and especially when it was on him at the end of the judging. The fanfare playing over the loudspeakers was the perfect backdrop to his standing tall in glory, or as tall as a Delcatty could stand at least. There was nothing like the thrill of coming out on top, the feeling of all eyes and hearts being his alone, the rush of victory over all competitors…his victories may not have been the brutish type that most people thought of when pitting Pokémon against each other, but they were compelling and hard-fought victories nonetheless, and he reveled in them.

And he was still reveling now…the contest had been yesterday, his current image nothing more than a pleasant memory as he kept that same strut down the sidewalk of the big city. But Phineas always loved to enjoy the memories of his victories - it didn't matter how big or small they were, he took pride in topping any competition no matter what. Really, to him, the only thing that mattered was winning; he left any of the other details to Kelly, his trainer/coordinator. He had no care for that human stuff, he just cared about the attention and the adoration. And he got plenty of that - with as many times as he won, he could only call himself a star of the Beauty Contest circuit, and it was his goal to outshine as many competitors as possible, and claim all the eyes for himself.

Heck, he could do that even just walking down the street, so he must have been doing SOMETHING right.

Today was a rest day, and that meant he could be on his own. Kelly trusted him on his own, something he vas very glad for - he needed his me time, plus the opportunity to do some things that weren't often done in polite company. And Phineas would be VERY glad for a chance at that today, he was feeling nice and pent up since they'd been traveling for a while. His eyes were darting all over, trying to see if he could spot a nice inviting tush for him to sink his staff into - wild Pokémon, tamed Pokémon, human, he wasn't picky so long as they were willing to take him. Most people who agreed didn't expect to be stuffed as full as they were - he was hanging nice and heavy, proud to say he was by far the biggest Delcatty he'd ever seen. Thank goodness Pokémon could naturally hide those parts away, he was pretty sure the Beauty Contest circuit would have a few words about his pendulous balls swaying between his legs in front of large audiences.

He'd just set his eyes on a rather lascivious-looking Furfrou when he heard a loud gasp of excitement…oh, he knew that sound, as well as the one that followed. “Oh my god, it's Phineas! PHINEAS!" Oh, this was good…he turned towards the sound of the running footsteps, wearing his thick, haughty smile as only he knew how to meet the excited fan. A male human, young-ish but clearly no hatchling, slightly pudgy, unkempt and longish brown hair falling into his eager eyes. “It's really you! Oh, gosh, I can't believe this, I'm your absolute number one fan!"

“Oh, well! It's nice to meet such a high-ranking fan!" Phineas posed in front of the human, enjoying the lavish attention. How nice, his #1 fan…only the eighteenth such #1 fan he'd met. Either his fans were quite bad at counting or they didn't coordinate in the slightest - how ironic that would be. “But such a fan would surely give his name so we'd be on equal terms, wouldn't they?"

“Oh, gosh, yes! Ah, my name's Florian, I'm, uh, I'm just kinda starting out as as coordinator, but I've, uh, it's because of you that I really wanted to! The way you look so confident up there, and how you just never seem shaken by anything, and…it's just so rare to see a male Pokémon doing so well in a Beauty Contest!" Oh, yes, that little tidbit…that was a big draw, it seemed. Beauty Contests, above all others, tended to have a gender imbalance, as the type of people who gravitated towards such contests also tended to have an affinity for female Pokémon. Phineas, of course, was a Delcatty, for whom even the males tended to have feminine appearances, so naturally he wasn't exactly the apex macho type…but as Delcatty went, he had a more masculine countenance than average, such that no one tended to mistake him for a female. Something he was rather proud of, among all the other things he was rather proud of.

“Well, that's just how beautiful I am, I suppose. So you're an up-and-comer, are you? Have I faced your Pokémon yet?"

Before Florian answered, an Ivysaur came padding up behind him, looking tired and resigned. “Oh, jeez…so much for getting home and sleeping."

“Irven!" Florian sounded a bit scandalized at the Ivysaur's apparent dismissiveness. “S-sorry, but I'm not just talking to anyone! It's Phineas!"

“I know," replied the Ivysaur. “That's why I know we're not gonna be home for a long while." Irven sounded less than enthused, which was definitely not the type of audience Phineas preferred…though, judging by the human's reaction to him versus his own partner, he had a mild suspicion of why that might be.

“Sorry, Phineas, he's kinda in a mood," Florian said, turning back to the Delcatty, and halfway confirming Phineas' suspicions. “This is Irven, he's my partner! We, uh, we don't do the Beauty Contests, I could never compete with you…we're still trying to decide whether to go for Cool or Clever or Tough. We've been doing a few beginner contests to try to see which one might feel the best, but Irven's still not really sure yet."

“Hard to figure out when I'm getting outshined by everyone. Including some people who aren't even there…" It was rather mumbled, not meant for Phineas to hear, but he heard anyway. The Ivysaur laying down next to Florian's feet didn't come off to Phineas as a spotlight-seeker, though, which was certainly part of the problem - one had to want to stand out and have the confidence to do so. Did Irven want the attention? Did he know how to get it? These were questions that Phineas had absolutely no interest in answering…unless they happened to be a convenient way to his goals, which he had an inkling they might be.

“Well, not everyone has such a nice and neat fit as yours truly, of course. For most it takes time to find what they excel in. Of course, I'm sure you'll keep trying - I never let any setback get me down, and it wouldn't be a credit to me to have my #1 fan wilt so easily."

“Oh, gosh, no! Definitely not! I'm gonna keep trying for sure! I definitely use you for inspiration, you just are so good at what you do! I mean, when you have beauty like that, I mean, how could you not?" Irven was rolling his eyes, but Florian's gushing betrayed no awareness of it - most likely not for the first time. Florian was so enamored of Phineas, the Ivysaur probably couldn't even get the full attention of his own trainer! But that attention was certainly giving Phineas ideas…he knew an opportunity when he saw one, and this screamed opportunity. A fawning fan who'd probably literally do anything for his idol? They did say groupie sex was the best sex.

“Well, now, I think today might be your lucky day, Florian! I just so happen to have some time to myself, and for such an eager fan…well, I might perhaps have a few lessons to impart to you! For someone who has such admiration for me, surely you'd be eager to take some direction from me, would you not?"

“Omigosh! You mean it?!" Florian was jumping up and down, almost clapping with giddiness. Down below, Phineas could see Irven glaring at him, but he simply smiled smugly back. Grouse while you can, flower boy, I think you'll find my 'lessons' to be good for you, too…

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About twenty minutes later, Phineas found himself at Florian's place. A small house, somewhat run down, clearly a starter rental for a single young trainer looking for a place to settle for a while on his own. Enough privacy indoors, though perhaps not outside it…Phineas preferred the fresh air when getting his rocks off, but sometimes that wasn't an option. “I'm sorry I don't have a nicer place for you, but, uh, it's cheap," Florian admitted, sounding a little embarrassed.

“Oh, no worries. I'm used to less than pristine conditions. It's not as if Kelly has infinite time in the world to clean when preparing for a contest, either."

“I guess not, but still! But I didn't know I'd be running into you today, so I guess I can't really help that."

“Certainly not. There are more important things to worry about. Really, we just need a room with space and quiet, and a comfortable ambiance - I think a bedroom would be the best option."

“Sure, absolutely! I'll just make sure I've got stuff moved aside and everything set! I wouldn't want to waste the time of our idol!"

“YOUR idol," grunted Irven; the Ivysaur had been fairly sour all the way along, especially because Florian had been spending nearly all the time talking to (and fawning over) Phineas. He got no response from Florian, who was already two steps into the bedroom. Perfect for Phineas, who wanted to have a few words with the grassy grump.

“I'm getting the subtle impression, sir, that you're not as fond a fan of me." Of course, delivered in the smuggest tone possible, it had less of a sympathetic air to it than might have been intended…but Phineas would be Phineas, no matter what.

Irven snorted. “It's not…look, I…you're good at what you do. It's hard not to be impressed, and…I do think you're pretty awesome, and an inspiration…I just don't do the whole going ga-ga over you, sorry if that rubs you the wrong way."

“I daresay it's not me who's being rubbed. My presence clearly frustrates you, quite the opposite of 'ga-ga' as you say. But it's not really me you're upset at, is it?"

Another snort. “What are you, some sort of therapy cat?"

“Hmhm, perhaps I am. Come, what's the harm in talking?"

Irven sighed, plopping down lazily. “I just…don't know how I can ever live up to what he wants. How the hell can I? You're the twinkling star in his eye for Arse's sake. Hell if I even KNOW what I want to do for contests as it is, much less how to get good at them. Even the beginners, I see them out there and it's like they have a five-mile head start. It's hard to know what you want when you feel like you're not even in the running…not that YOU would know what that's like."

“Surely not, I was pristine from the start. But judging by your voice, I imagine it's unpleasant." The look that Irven was giving him didn't shake Phineas one bit. “Do you even want to do the contests in the first place?"

“I…well…yeah, I do. I don't just wanna sit around, and it's a lot more appealing than trying to be a battle mon…I definitely don't like the idea of getting flattened, beat up, and tossed aside. The contests seem like a better way to go, and, well, I don't hate doing them even when I'm not doing well. I just…don't know if that'll last if I can't even catch the eye of my own trainer."

“Hmhmhm, indeed! That is a problem. I very much enjoy having the attention of a fan, to be sure, but a coordinator simply MUST put their own Pokémon first! I suspect you've heard just about enough of me before we even met to be sick of me already, haven't you?" Irven nodded morosely; of course, Phineas had suspected as much from quite early on, it only made sense. “Charming, from my standpoint, but for your sake, he needs to have more focus on you if success is ever to be found. Especially since we'll never be doing the same things - each contest has its own tricks, I'm afraid my stunning good looks and top-notch charisma and dazzling displays are only satisfactory for Beauty Contests."

Irven huffed. “You really think the world of yourself, don't you?"

“Absolutely! I have many great qualities, including my immense modesty!" Even Irven couldn't help but laugh wryly at that, but a laugh was a laugh as far as Phineas was concerned. “And that, mister grumpy-bud, is part of YOUR problem. You clearly do NOT think the world of yourself, I suspect you don't even think this little house of yourself. And one thing that every Contest DOES require is boldness! Confidence is what sells anything you do! Even something as simple as putting yourself on display demands confidence! And if I may be so blunt, you look as if you'd wilt in a heartbeat if a flashlight shone on you."

“Tch…it's not easy for everyone, you know."

“Oh, I know quite well. I've seen quite a few of my competitors wither in the same way! Some simply do not know confidence. But it's something that can be gained, once you feel comfortable. And you won't feel comfortable until you know that your trainer, for all his fawning over me, thinks more of you than anyone else. Knowing you have at least one person at your back at all times is simply vital. You've been 'competing' against me for a while now, haven't you?"

“…Yeah. Yeah, I guess that's true."

“Of course it is. Now, I am a FIERCE competitor, but I need no further opponents than other Beauty Contestants, and certainly not opponents I have no awareness of. Why, how can you bask in the warmth of victory if you don't even know the match is happening? So, I'm going to help you! I'm going to make sure your Florian gives you the attention you need to at least start on your proper path…whether you succeed or not is certainly a matter far beyond that, but you can't go anywhere until you start."

Irven looked at him doubtfully. “Okayyy? I'm not exactly sure how you're gonna do that when he's over the moon about you here. And besides, what do you get out of this? I know we're not really your competitors but this can't be what you consider a good time."

“Oh, I guarantee you, a good time will be had by all," purred Phineas smugly. “After all, I can hardly think of a better way to kill a few hours than painting a tight human ass with my kitty spunk whilst you pour your syrup down his throat."

“You…wait, WHAT?!"

“It's ready!" Florian's voice made Irven jump, the poor thunderstruck Ivysaur thrown so off by that statement that he had no chance to recover. Phineas didn't wait for him to, strutting over towards the bedroom while the dazed Irven followed in shocked silence. It was slightly surprising he hadn't spoken up, perhaps he hadn't believed Phineas…well, he'd be convinced soon enough.

Inside the bedroom, the floor had a nice wide open spot for them. Phineas sat down it in, and Florian did as well at the Delcatty's motion; Irven stayed off to the side a bit, looking very awkward and nervous. “Now, then…there are many things that many teachers can teach, and they would probably be far better than I at doing so. But there are a few important lessons that experience can provide, so I'll be providing you with lessons and experience. Do as I say, and you'll find yourself happier and more prepared."

“Yeah, okay!" Florian was hanging on Phineas's every word; really, it was so easy it was unfair sometimes, but anything that got his cock spurting faster was good in his book.

“Very good! Now, since you're not doing Beauty Contests, there's not many contest-specific tips I can provide, but there are some good general bits of advice that work for all of them. They're the Four A's of Contest Success. Number one! Adventurousness! Judges think they've seen everything, so giving them something they've never seen is a fantastic way to get their high marks! Some techniques and routines are commonplace, even if they're done well they're not exciting…a unique display, even if it has a hitch in it, can be far better! You need to be willing to break new ground and try things you've never seen done!"

“Number two! Adaptability! Sometimes you have to change on the fly! Kelly and I once found out that, by sheer coincidence, one of our competitors was doing the exact same routine as we were, and going first! We had to throw out the entire thing and improvise one on the fly! We ended up losing narrowly, but scoring better than the one who had done our original routine! Being able to accept things that we're not ready for and go with the flow is critical, particularly when they aren't familiar or easy!"

“Numbers three and four are specific to Pokémon and human respectively. Number three! Assertiveness! When you're on the stage and all eyes are on you, no matter how big the stage or how hot the spotlight, you need to grab it and OWN it! The judges can tell if you're intimidated, and nothing sinks your marks faster than that. You just need to go out there and do it, and not let yourself be thrown off by anything that goes awry! I've fouled up routines that no one could ever tell were off, simply because I gave no reason to doubt that I had meant it all along. Confident, bold, assertive!"

“Number four! Attentiveness! The coordinator has no need for assertiveness, in fact it's a drawback for them - in a contest, you let your Pokémon do the talking! But your role is to have the watchful eye! Keeping a keen eye on your Pokémon, watching for flaws in the routine, areas which need practice, potential points of improvement! Watching what others are doing and seeing what might be good to incorporate into your repertoire, or adapting certain things with your own twist! But above all, you need to show your Pokémon that you're dutiful to them and supportive of them, both on and off the stage! You have NO success without them, so just as they serve and work for you, you must also serve and work for them! And those are the Four A's! Success is not a guarantee if you have them, but failure is if you don't!"

“Gosh! I know it's only four things, but it feels like a lot!" exclaimed Florian breathlessly. “Adventurousness, a…uh…ah…adaptability, uh…assertiveness, and attentiveness. I never thought about all those, but…yeah, that makes sense. But how am I supposed to practice them?"

Phineas snickered. “How glad I am that you asked! I'm going to make sure all four of those get exercised right here and now. And it starts with you taking off your clothes."

The human blinked numbly, not replying for a few seconds. “Uh…I…take off my clothes?"

“But of course! It would be quite difficult for us to fuck you with them on, I would say." Phineas sat back, exposing his erection to the stunned human; he'd been keeping it coy, but now was the time for overtness. And, as with many other things, he had quite a bit of pride in what he was packing - a fair bit longer and thicker than one would find on the average Delcatty, with a pointed tip and barbs pockmarking the shaft. It was a shamelessly lewd sight that he knew Florian's eyes were drawn to, even as he sputtered in shock.

“W-wait, what? F-fuck me?! You…you want to…b-but why?!"

“Because, I rather enjoy fucking, it's an experience second only to winning. But come, remember your A's! Adventurousness - what's more adventurous than doing something you've never done before?" A presumption on Phineas's part, but one he was pretty sure was accurate. “Adaptability - you weren't at all prepared to hear that, but now's a perfect opportunity to show you can adjust. Attentiveness - well, it's hard to get more attentive than pleasuring a partner properly. See? This is PRACTICAL experience! And besides, how could my #1 fan turn down such a rare opportunity to enjoy the pleasures of his idol?"

Florian was sweating a bit, looking nervous, but he was unbuttoning his shirt nonetheless; there was no question Phineas was going to get exactly what he wanted. “And…this…this'll really help me with contests?"

“Of course! These aren't just traits that exist in contest halls, they're part of a life approach! If you take them here, you can take them in there!"

That seemed to be convincing enough for Florian, who hastened to expel the rest of his clothing, despite a clear flush on his face; inexperience was clashing with eagerness, creating a clear turbulence of emotion within the human. And, Phineas suspected, in the watching Ivysaur as well - Irven was staring wide-eyed in disbelief, perhaps at Florian or perhaps at the situation in general. Of course, one of those A's was reserved for him…

Florian finally stood naked in front of Phineas, the mild pudge of his form even more visible than before, and although he was highly flustered and out of his element, the semi between his legs suggested he wasn't exactly at odds with the prospect of what was about to happen. “Ah…okay…um, what…what should I be, uh, doing?"

Phineas purred smugly. “My dear Florian, YOU should be attentive. Which means you should do exactly as WE tell you."

“O-okay…wait, WE?"

“But of course! This is not your lesson alone, after all. And while you're being attentive, Irven here is going to get some practice being assertive. But it appears he'll need a bit of coaching for that." The Delcatty stepped over to Irven, who was even more flushed than his human - and even harder down below, despite his best efforts to hide it. Phineas couldn't help but be impressed with what he saw - as well-endowed as he himself was, the Ivysaur even had him beat, with a blunt head and bulbous, dark purple girth with a pair of bulges along the underside. “Goodness, you're shy with equipment like that? We'll have to fix that right up."

“What…I don't…"

“Ah-ah! There won't be any argument or protest here. Florian hasn't been nearly attentive enough to you, so it's time to 'punish' him and teach him his proper lesson. Vines out, bud boy." Irven swallowed, but produced his vines as instructed. “There we go. Now, you're going to march over here, and you're going to take control of Florian. And Florian isn't going to say one word against it…is he?" Phineas gave a glance back to Florian, who swallowed and shook his head. What must have been going through his mind…one of those times Phineas almost wished he was a Psychic-type.

'Assertive' didn't seem very much like what Irven was acting like, but the Ivysaur dutifully followed what Phineas guided him to. His vines wrapped the human's wrists behind his back, then with a sharp tug pulled Florian onto his knees. From there, one vine stretched to wrap around each of Florian's knees, and then Irven could pull them taut to keep the human's legs spread wide. With Florian bent down like he was, presenting his rear in the air…Phineas couldn't help but shiver in delight, truly this was the ideal position for a proper bitch.

As such, he didn't waste time, stepping up to Florian and perching his forepaws on top of the human, rubbing his cock against Florian's virgin hole. “Mmm, I hope you don't expect me to go easy on you…but for such a fan of mine, I'm sure you can handle it. But first…Irven, his mouth is yours to claim. Don't hold back on him, show your human exactly what he's been missing by not paying attention to you."

Irven's face was so dark it looked like it might pop like an overripe fruit, but he stepped up in front of Florian's face, showing his partner his turgid staff. “O-open…your mouth," he spoke, haltingly and tentatively, hardly with any real command, but Florian dutifully complied, allowing Irven to push the first bit of his cock in. Phineas thrummed approvingly, even as a start it was still the result that he wanted to see - this was not to be some sappy romance, but a real proper rutting.

Which meant he had to do his part as well. His cock speared in, plunging to the hilt in that untested passage, making Florian cry out from the sudden pressure and clawing of those barbs - a cry muffled by Irven's cock, but Phineas could hear it plenty. He didn't let the human's shock deter him though, pulling back and pumping in again quite quickly, giving Florian a clear feel for those barbs that would be rocking his world. That ass was spasming around him, still struggling to adjust - well, he was pushing for adaptability, wasn't he? It would have been too easy to settle down and let Florian get too used to it…he started to buck in and out with his usual vigor, groaning and purring and grunting at the tightness and heat Florian was giving off, the way that hole clung to him was fantastic. Humans were always such a different experience from Pokémon, a rare treat that Phineas was happy to have a chance to indulge in.

But his wasn't the only factor here, as Irven was slowly starting to get into his own end, the lust and pleasure overwhelming the awkwardness and inhibition. He was still taking it pretty slow, but he was at least pushing in more, making Florian have to work him. And Phineas was adding his own help. “Nnh, yes, that's right…Irven, you're center stage, this is your moment, show him that you can take it. And Florian…don't just sit there, lick him and suck him as he's taking you, savor his flavor, find what makes him react best, just as an attentive bitch should."

Irven started a bit at the sharp word. “H-hey-"

“Ah-ah! He needs to know his place. Say it yourself."

“But…"

“Assertiveness! Don't shrink away when it's your time to take charge. Otherwise someone ELSE might steal the show." Phineas punctuated this with another thrust that got Florian to jerk slightly as he punched that pleasure button, and he could see Irven's features tense. Exploiting the Ivysaur's envy and feelings of frustration at being overshadowed by Phineas may have been slightly unfair, but it got the reaction he wanted, as Irven bore down a little more.

“Suck harder, bitch." It still wasn't particularly emphatic, but it had more of an edge to it than before, and that edge was mirrored in the uptick in energy Irven was showing as he worked his cock in deeper and faster, Florian's jaw straining to take that thick bulging flesh. But he was taking it, and without apparent complaint…indeed, he seemed to be following his own direction, judging by Irven's occasional gasps and moans and the motions Phineas could just barely see in Florian's head and jaw. The human was giving Irven a good deal of effort, just as he needed to - it seemed the lessons were sinking in!

But Phineas was still the expert here, in every realm they were exploring, and he was making sure to show it. His barbed tool rocked in and out at a vigorous clip now, plunging into that tight pucker and raking that passage raw, soothing that ravaged flesh only with his musky precum. The scent of sex was getting nice and thick now, Phineas's heavy and lightly bitter musk mingling with the sweet-and-sour thickness of Irven's, and it seemed to be revving them both up as Florian's body took their cocks more quickly and forcefully by the second. But he was definitely getting into it; the reactive spasms of the human's ass had given way to the deliberate and controlled massaging of his staff, trying to cling to Phineas as he pulled back and relaxing to let him in more readily. It couldn't have worked out better if Phineas had planned it all himself, and his throbbing cock was in agreement.

It wasn't destined to be a long-lasting round - two virgins and one pent-up Delcatty made for a sprint rather than a marathon. It was Irven who let loose first, the Ivysaur leaning over and grabbing onto Florian's head as he bucked with long strokes in and out of the human's mouth, a crooning cry heralding his climax; Phineas could hear Florian struggling to handle the thick syrup, muffled moans mixing with slurps and slick sounds of that fluid leaking out of his mouth. The mental image was a nice helpful trigger, driving Phineas to rock in faster and harder for a few seconds and finally let loose his own payload, his heady spunk gushing in nice and deep and marking the human's insides as his and his low yowl overshadowing Irven's cry. And as he rocked back and forth, his barbs digging in a little bit into Florian's walls, he suddenly felt the human start to spasm around him, and heard the telltale splatter of wetness underneath him - Florian's moans were well-plugged, but his body made it clear he was in rapture. The trio rode out their wild pleasure, their fun getting nice and sloppy as the enjoyed the fruits of their labors, the orgasmic rush seeming to flow back and forth between them until it finally ran its course.

As Phineas pulled out, he made sure to smear his seed around the human's rear a bit, leaving his scent to linger on that soft flesh. “Mm…wasn't that a lot of fun? It certainly was for me, and it seems like it was for you, too." It was half-directed at each of the other two, but his eyes were on Irven, almost daring the Ivysaur to dispute that.

“Mmnh…it was…that felt good…" Irven's voice was shaky as he pulled out of Florian's mouth, and Phineas strongly suspected he was understating his enjoyment. But that struggle was a promising sign.

“Oh, I'd call it rather fantastic! But you look like you could use a little more convincing…or perhaps a little more action? I can see you haven't softened up at all, and I think Florian here has another tight hole just waiting to be introduced to your passion!"

“Wha? H-hang on a sec, I already…did this to him, and that…"

Phineas cut him off with a tut. “Assertiveness, Irven! The show isn't over yet, and you never yield before you've given the judges all you can!" He strutted over to the Ivysaur, leaning against that wide face with a low purr. “Unless you want me to overshadow you yet again, and let only MY cock be the one he remembers in there…" Some days it REALLY was too easy - he saw Irven's features tense, and any further objection died out. “Very good! Why don't you turn him over, and show him just who should have his focus, hm?"

The change that came over Irven was quite satisfying; the tentativeness seemed to have faded, and the Ivysaur seemed determined to make his mark, and make it over the Delcatty. “On your back, bitch, and spread those legs," he said with a growl, using his vines to tug and compel Florian to flip over; Phineas could see the somewhat dazed look on his face, clearly the human was overwhelmed. But he too was still sporting a healthy boner, so the parts of him that mattered were eager for compliance. Not enough for Irven, though, whose vines yanked and tightened to pull Florian's legs further apart. “I said spread 'em, slut!"

“Good, good! Show him who's in charge here!" Phineas crowed approvingly. Irven seemed to be finally letting his inhibitions flag, the turnaround was quite robust. But most Pokémon had it in them, and if Irven hadn't, he would have been hopeless as a contest Pokémon…this was promising for their future. But more importantly, it was good for their present, as the Ivysaur's forepaws came down on top of Florian roughly, avoiding the streaks of cum on the human's stomach. Phineas could see the leaves on Irven's back tensed as he glanced down at that seed, and his expression hardened further…just as he should have been, the Ivysaur was taking this as a challenge. And Florian for once got a cry to fly loose as Irven shoved his thick cock into that freshly-deflowered pucker, shoving that bulbous girth in to the hilt.

“Yeah, bitch, you love that, don't you? Sing it loud, let my hear how much you want my fat dick!" The more Irven spoke, the more he seemed to enjoy it, and the more energetic he looked - it definitely showed as he started to thrust, way less tentative and way more forceful than when he'd had Florian's mouth all to himself. Florian was definitely showing his appreciation, breathless cries of euphoria ringing through the room, and his body squirming around as much as it could; those vines were being held taut, and Irven was making sure to use them to keep Florian in proper position so he could fuck his human to his heart's content. Much as those cries were enjoyable, though, Phineas could think of a better use for his mouth, and Florian got a sudden faceful of furry rump, that thick musk arresting his response.

“You didn't think I was going to be done with you, did you? My #1 fan wouldn't leave me hanging with just ONE orgasm…" That smug purr was dripping with as much tainted sweetness as Irven's free-flowing musk that clouded the air around them. “Show me how quickly you can pick up on your attentiveness…I love a good tongue in my ass, I'm pretty sure you can get me to start shooting all over you pretty quickly. But don't you dare forget about your partner, make sure you work hard to give him what he deserves as well. If I cum before him, you'll have failed your test…but you still have to give your best to both of us, don't slack on me now."

It took a bit for Florian to get started - not a surprise, it was probably another unfamiliar thing for the human. But soon enough, Phineas felt a warm, wet organ press against his tailhole, licking at him between moans. He could feel Florian relaxing a bit underneath him, getting a bit fuckdrunk off his musk - a potent emission that Phineas was especially proud of. He settled in further, sitting on the human's face and making sure that tongue could barely leave his mouth without pressing against his star, and he was rewarded with extra licks and tentative pushes - oh, Florian was QUITE adaptable, it appeared, that would serve him well.

And he wasn't forgetting about Irven, either. “Yeah, milk my cock, squeeze me hard…fuck, you really want me as deep in you as possible, don't you, bitch?" grunted the Ivysaur, who was leaning forward as much as he could now and using his vines to help pull him in on his thrusts to make them as hard as possible. “Bet you can't wait for my seed, just a little spunkwhore who needs his fill, aren't you?!" Phineas was rather impressed, Irven had quite the mouth on him when he wasn't sulking in the shadows…and while Florian was again kept from being too obvious about it, Phineas could distinctly hear moans that suggested affirmation. Perhaps both of them had sides to them that they hadn't been willing to show…all the better, as far as Phineas was concerned, fresh toys were a lot more fun.

The fun was lasting longer, too, now that they'd all gotten the initial eagerness out of their systems - they easily surpassed the longevity of the first round, and it took a while for them to come up to their limits. With both Pokémon pinning the bound human under their weights, there wasn't much Florian could do to move around, making the most active part of his body his swaying erection, flopping around under the rocking of Irven's hips into the human's body, spraying pre every which way. Phineas kept grinding himself against Florian's face, letting that tongue get nice and deep, the human freely working it in as deep as he could, and Irven continued to go all out, showing impressive stamina with his forceful rutting, and keeping that aggressive language and demeanor at the forefront. Phineas could swear Florian was getting more and more tame the more Irven spoke, the human might actually have been getting into the whole role reversal thing...as long as it kept his tongue wagging, he was all for that.

But the call was coming, he could feel himself getting close, Florian's tongue lapping against his most sensitive spots…he was coming close to adding to the mess on the human's front. He wondered if he should warn Florian how close he was getting, let him know how little time he had left to make sure Irven beat him to it…it turned out he didn't have to, as Irven suddenly started rocketing in and out. “Fuck! Squeeze me harder bitch, I'm almost…angh, do it, cum for me, show me who your real master is! NGAH!" One last thrust, and it looked almost as if they come right at the same time, the Ivysaur's head craning back just enough for Florian's spurts to just miss hitting it, the human's flying jizz splashing down on his chest and a little onto Phineas's muzzle; he licked it off, purring at the light salty taste.

While Irven was grinding and humping away, clearly intent on washing all of Phineas's spunk out of Florian's ass with his own syrup, Florian gave the last few licks Phineas needed to go off himself. A blessed cry of release accompanied the onslaught of thick Pokéseed that began to paint Florian's chest and stomach, joining the rivulets of human seed that already resided there. Some of this almost reached Irven, but the Ivysaur wasn't paying it any mind, too lost in his own pleasure to care about what else was happening. Phineas kept himself firmly planted against the human's face until he finally felt his shots ebb away into little more than a drool of cum that dribbled onto Florian, the surface of Florian's torso looking almost more white than pink by that point.

Finally he stepped off, and Florian was freed from the vines holding him hostage. Once again the human looked fairly dazed, though not so much that it distracted from the soreness in his arms from laying on them for so long. As he rubbed them to get the feeling back in them proper, Irven was pulling out with a slick pop, some of his thick seed running out onto the floor below; he too looked pretty stricken, though not in a bad way. “Whoa…that…what WAS that?"

“That, my flowery fellow, is called assertiveness," proclaimed Phineas. “I figured you had it in you, when you didn't try to avoid getting involved…most Pokémon can enjoy getting nice and dominant in the rut, after all. Though I'm impressed, I didn't think you'd take to it that vociferously!"

“Oh, jeez…that stuff I said…I mean…" Irven looked at Florian apologetically. “I was, you know, just…kinda really in the mood, I didn't mean to, you know, make you feel, uh…gross or anything…"

“It's okay…I, uh, actually, I kinda…" Florian blushed, averting his gaze. “I kinda liked it when you did that…"

“You did?"

“Yeah…there was something, uhm, fun about being told what to do, and…being made to do it, too. When those vines were on me, it felt like I was in your control. And you, uh…you really, uh, taste and smell real good, too. I guess I never really noticed that before…"

Irven blushed again, but it was as much a proud flush as an embarrassed one. “Really? I, uh, I guess I get used to my own scents and stuff, so they're all normal to me…but I'm glad you liked them!"

“Yeah, they were, ah, really good, especially when you made me swallow them…and then your voice when you were talking to me, that commanding tone…it gave me the shivers, hearing it, it's just so intense…I never noticed that either…" Florian rubbed the back of his head. “I guess there's a lot I didn't notice about you, huh? Sorry…I guess I really just, uh, got caught up in my inspiration, I didn't really think as much about you."

“Yeah…it was kinda bothering me, hearing you talk about Phineas all the time and not really hearing any of the same praise for me," Florian admitted. “But…I should have said something before. I wasn't…I didn't have enough confidence to speak up. I guess I didn't have enough confidence for a lot of things."

“Aw…I shouldn't have made it hard on you, Irven! You're the best partner I could hope for, and I wouldn't want to have anyone else by my side." Florian pulled the Ivysaur close, giving him a careful hug, minding not to spread the mess too much further. “I know you've got what it takes…and I'll make sure you know what you're doing out there, too. I'll pay a lot more attention to getting you ready and making sure you feel at your best out there…and, uh, you can practice your assertiveness with me anytime you want."

“…Heh. I think I'd like that. And I'll make sure YOU get plenty of practice being nice and attentive, then…"

“Good, good!" Phineas's voice cut in, the two almost having forgotten about him - but Phineas was NOT someone who let himself be forgotten about. “I'd say you two are well on your way to having those four A's all squared away! Hmhm, there really is nothing like practical experience to help you really ingrain it."

“Yeah…that was…" Florian seemed at a loss for words. “I really didn't know what I was missing…you showed me a lot, I definitely hadn't thought enough about those things. And…that was a lot of fun, too."

“Agreed," said Irven, a lot more easily than any of his words to Phineas before. “Sorry I was so short with you before…you really are a pretty great mon, and…well, thanks for helping us out."

“But of course! Greatness is more than just a stage presence, it's something one must live - and as much as I have on the stage, I must have it all over as well!" Irven rolled his eyes at the rank lack of modesty, but he let out a snicker that spoke a lot about how much less it bothered him. “Follow my lead, and you too can see such greatness in your own lives - and not just splattered all over your chest, mind you!"

“I don't think I'd mind that either," remarked Florian with a giggle. “Uh, but it's something we have to keep practicing, right? If you don't have to go anywhere too soon, I, uh, wouldn't mind getting some more practice from a master…I mean, another one…"

Phineas grinned widely; it wasn't every day he got the chance for an encore performance. “Is that so? I have a few hours still before I need to be back…I certainly wouldn't mind killing some more time and freeing some more seed. But I've got a hankering for some fresh air…perhaps we could take this fun out into the back?"

“Out back? Uh…that's not very private, it's pretty exposed…" Florian said hesitantly, but then a vine wrapped gently around his shoulder, and he was pulled a bit down towards Irven, who was ginning widely.

“I kinda like the sound of that idea. The open air makes everything feel so much more alive, after all. And besides, it'll help practice our adventurousness…and anyone who sees, they'll just know who the real master is around here, won't they?"

Florian's face went red, but it was clear that he found this a compelling argument. “Ah…y-yeah, okay. If that's what you guys want…I gotta be attentive to you, right? And I'd want to do anything I could for my idol, too…gotta make sure I earn that #1 fan status!"

Phineas couldn't help but purr gleefully. Perhaps by the time this was over, he'd have to designate Florian his official #1 fan…and both of them perhaps would get the honor of being his first and best pupils, as well. Not a bad result for a chance encounter.