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File Name: Fayah's Choice

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File Type: Story:Adult:M/F:Human x Vulpix, Human x Vaporeon

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Details: Fayah makes her decision

Keith stared, his grip tightening on his half-empty cup of coffee until the top popped off and then fell to the floor. A hot wetness spread over the top of his hand, and he snorted once, tossing the cup aside, sending coffee spilling out onto the grass.

James smirked, resting a palm on his aerodactyl, looking from Keith, to Alice, Lucia, Atlas, and Aleda, all of them arrayed against him. Fayah was standing behind them, much diminished from her usual height with her head bowed, staring at the ground.

“You!" Keith hissed, pointing at James angrily.

“Me," James responded with a smug smile.

Alice stepped up beside Keith, her hands at her sides, but her body unnaturally tense. “Just give me the word," she said quietly. “I'll break his jaw."

“I want my pokemon back," James said, holding out his hand. “I'll be taking her back now."

“And what makes you think I'll give her to you?" Keith responded obstinately.

Atlas started to circle ominously to the left, cutting a wide circle around James and his aerodactyl, but clearly moving to flank them.

“Tell your mutt to back off. This aerodactyl here was a tournament-winner and far stronger than she is. I'd hate to see you all get hurt again," James said with that confident smirk still in place. He turned back to Keith, focusing on him. “I didn't press charges when you stole my pokemon. Give her back to me and I won't. I'll forget this ever happened."

“Over my dead body," Keith hissed.

“I should hope it doesn't come to that," James responded, still smiling. “You have no options here. I can take her back by force, if you want."

Keith narrowed his eyes at James. “Okay, cool. Yeah. I'll fight you for her."

“You're going to use my own pokemon against me?" James asked flatly.

Keith shook his head. “No. No pokemon. Just me and you."

Alice opened her mouth to protest, but Keith turned and stared daggers at her for a moment, silencing her.

“You… want to go toe-to-toe, with me? For my pokemon?" James asked, laugher creeping into his voice.

Keith looked over his shoulder at Fayah, and then back to James, his gaze hardening. “Yeah, that's the long and short of it."

James stared at Keith searchingly, before he snorted and took a step forwards. “Why are you so determined to fight me for a pokemon that doesn't even belong to you?"

Narrowing his eyes, Keith took a step forwards as well. “Because I've witnessed the damage you've done to her firsthand. I won't stand for it."

James started to laugh. “Oh wow, you're one these bleeding-heart pokephiles? Figures, Violet Enterprises always does draw in the pansies."

“I'm going to enjoy hurting you," Keith stated flatly.

“So what are the rules?" James asked calmly.

“Me, you. No tricks. No pokemon. If I lose I'll let Fayah choose between us. If I beat you, you crawl back whatever hole you slithered out of with your tail between your legs."

“Confident," James said, taking another step forwards, hands behind his back, his steps light and springy, completely nonplussed. “And you'll let Fayah choose?" he added with a chuckle. “Are you trying to hedge your bets? You think she'd honestly choose a weakling like you?"

Keith looked back at Fayah; she was still staring at the ground, though her ears were perked, listening intently.

“I think she might," Keith said, taking a step forward as well. Only a few feet separated them now.

“Your confidence is misplaced," James said, stretching lazily. He rolled his shoulders, and then his head, cricking his neck and jumping in place a moment, loosening up.

“Alice, Aleda, you're forbidden from joining in unless I'm really losing," Keith said with a smile, turning back to James, lifting his hands into a fighting posture. “I'm going to enjoy this."

“Masochist?" James asked.

Keith snorted once, and then took a step forward, throwing a quick, hard right.

James juked to the left, bringing his own hands up. “Oh c'mon, leading with a straight right?"

Circling left, Keith threw a straight left, deflected by James' forearm, and then added an uppercut, trying to get under his guard.

James didn't catch the uppercut before it connected, and had to take a step backwards, but was otherwise unharmed. “Tch, you're doing it all wrong!" he teased, circling left as well.

“Shut up and fight!" Keith snarled, reaching out with his left hand to try and grab James' arms to pull his guard aside and then punch past it.

James brought Keith up short when he reached out, giving him a sharp jab right on the nose with his left fist and then stepping in to deliver a powerful blow right to Keith's left cheek, sending him crashing down onto the grass.

Keith, groaned faintly, one hand on his cheek, staring up at the sky, his vision swimming.

“Set it up with the jab," James said, chuckling and shaking out his right hand, clenching and unclenching it slowly. “God you've got a thick skull."

Fayah had crawled closer to the pair, and was staring at him from the edges of the semicircle formed by Alice, Aleda, Lucia, and Atlas. Keith caught her concerned gaze, and then rolled over onto his knees, punching the ground hard enough to leave a mark in the grass, and then rising back to his feet.

“This aint a movie," James said, taking a step closer, his stance almost relaxed. “When you've been put down, you need to take some steps back. Rushing in again is just gonna get you clocked again."

“Shut up!" Keith growled, taking a step forwards again and aiming a heavy punch at James.

James easily juked to the side, and instead of actually hitting Keith, he put both hands on his chest and pushed with all of his weight, sending him sprawling back in the grass. “C'mon. I could have knocked you out."

Keith's eyes flashed with anger, and he pushed back to his feet, grass falling off his clothes as he squared off against James again.

“C'mon, the jab," James said, pointing at his chin with his finger with a smirk.

Immediately, Keith lashed out with a solid jab, connected right on James' nose.

James' head snapped back, and he took a single step backwards, blinking once or twice. He paused, and then sniffed heavily, scrunching up his face. “Woo! That cleared my sinuses right up!

Keith was already stepping in for another punch, but James had already recovered. He blocked Keith's overhand right with his left forearm and then delivered a hard punch directly to Keith's middle, right against his solar plexus. All of the air left Keith's body, and as he doubled over, James pushed him upright and then caught him with a perfect right hook, right on his jaw.

Keith went down heavily again, sprawling in the grass, and over the ringing in his ears he thought he heard Fayah calling out something. The taste of blood started to get very strong, and he spat out a line of it as he tried to catch his breath.

“You getting up again?" James asked cheerfully, standing over Keith. When Keith didn't respond, he knelt over him, straddling him. “Concede."

Keith grunted, and tried to push him off, bucking his legs weakly and trying to twist to get leverage.

“Concede!" James barked, reinforcing his command with a short, sharp jab right across Keith's nose.

Keith felt his vision dimming with the blow, and he lifted his hands clumsily to try and fend off any more attacks to his face.

James smirked, and gripped his wrists, tugging them over his head, and then delivered another sharp jab right against his nose. “Concede!"

“Nine!" Aleda snarled, taking a step forward. Alice, Lucia, and Atlas all stepped forwards as well.

James paused, staring down at Keith. Keith's face was bloody and he was only barely conscious. “I'd say I've won, decisively, yes?"

Alice scowled. “Wanna try me next?"

“No, I want my pokemon," James said, staring down at Keith. He snorted once, and then rose up off him, brushing off his clothes casually.

Keith groaned.

“Oi, wake up," James said, nudging him with his foot.

Keith groaned again, but stirred.

After several long moments, the world stopped spinning, and he opened an eye to find James standing over him, a hand extended, offering him help to his feet.

Keith grunted, and then took the offered hand, pulling himself into a sitting position. James smirked, dusting off his shirt and then arching an eyebrow at Keith. “My pokemon?" he asked, extending his hand again, this time with his palm up, expectantly.

Keith grimaced, turning to the side and spitting out a glob of blood. “Fayah."

The lycanroc cautiously stepped closer, her head bowed, crawling on all fours until she was close to both of them, looking back and forth between them.

Keith reached down to his belt, and withdrew the old pitted pokeball, pushing it into Fayah's paws. “There," he stated, fixing her with a long stare. “Now you can choose."

Fayah held her pokeball gingerly in her paws, staring down at it, and then up at Keith, and then to James.

James smirked, taking a few steps back and towards his aerodactyl. “C'mon, Fayah, we're leaving."

Fayah stared at Keith, her ears flattening.

Keith smiled, and lifted a hand, lightly holding her cheek a moment, vaguely aware of violent throbbing starting in his cheek. He had to pause and spit out another glob of blood before speaking. “The choice is yours. As long as you have your pokeball… you can leave him forever."

Fayah bowed her head, and Keith felt the weight of it against his palm for a moment. She stared at him, and then at James, giving an uncertain whine.

“Fayah, come," James ordered.

Fayah bowed her head again, staring down at her pitted pokeball.

All eyes were on the lycanroc. Keith, Aleda, Tammy peeking out from behind the table, Alice staring with murderous intent in her gaze, Lucia standing behind her ready to fight; even Atlas was watching intently.

Fayah stared at her pokeball, and then she quietly stood.

And then she moved to stand behind James.

Keith sighed, hanging his head.

James smirked, and reached for his belt, producing a pokeball which he used to recall his aerodactyl. He made a motion for Fayah to follow him, and wordless swept away, marching victoriously towards Mauville City.

“Wait," Keith said, holding up a hand.

Both James and Fayah stopped.

Keith managed to tuck his knees underneath himself, and crawled over to his backpack, reaching inside and coming up with Fayah's book, wrapped in 'her' blanket. He heaved himself painfully to his feet, and then walked unsteadily over to James and Fayah, holding out the wrapped package.

Fayah's ears flattened, and she gave him a quiet stare, gingerly taking the blanket-wrapped book from him.

“Fayah, come," James said, snorting dismissively and turning back down the path, his victorious smirk still in place.

Fayah gave Keith one last long stare, and tucked the book tight against her chest, having to juggle it with her pokeball to make sure all of it was secure, before she quietly followed after her trainer.

---

“What the fuck was that," Alice scowled, tilting Keith's head back for him and inspecting his nose.

Keith grumbled faintly to himself, working his jaw, rubbing his tongue over the roof of his mouth. His lips were cut and he'd bit his tongue at some point, and one of his teeth might be loose, but otherwise, he was no worse for wear.

“Misplaced bravado?" Keith offered weakly.

“Oh I knew as soon as you spoke up that you'd get the shit kicked out of you, but we could have taken him! We had all of these pokemon, and Fayah! And you just gave her back to him!" Alice groused, roughly checking his injuries.

Keith grimaced and jerked his head back as Alice touched his cheek, and then spat on the grass again. At least now the ratio of blood-to-saliva was tilting more in favour of saliva. “No, no I didn't. I let Fayah choose. She chose him."

“You chose to let her go," Alice countered, kneeling in front of him, lips pursed angrily. “You chose to give her that choice!"

“You've said 'choose' too many times and my head is hurting now," Keith complained.

Alice scowled, holding up two fingers. “How many fingers am I holding up?"

“Seventeen," Keith said immediately, before rolling his eyes, and then wincing and closing them at the pain that produced. “Two. Look, I'm fine. I think my pride is hurt most."

“Your face begs to differ," Alice said grimly, rising and heading over to the table to rummage through her backpack.

Aleda stepped carefully into Keith's lap, nudging her soft nose against his chin and then licking it lightly. Keith smiled, gently petting her headfluff. “I'm fine, don't worry about me."

“I can't believe you let her go," Alice growled, returning with a potion and a packet of cotton swabs. She sprayed some of the potion onto the swab, and then began gently dabbing at the cut on Keith's lip.

“I didn't see you stepping in to stop her," Keith stated flatly, licking his lips on reflex and then poking his tongue out at the awful taste of the potion.

Alice scowled, feeling around Keith's nose for a moment to make sure it wasn't broken, before tending to his cheek with the potion. “You told me not to enter the fight."

“So this is as much your decision not to stop her as it was mine," Keith pointed out.

Alice heaved a long sigh, but relented. “Fine, maybe it is. Maybe I think having her follow you willingly is better than dragging her along unwillingly. But having her captive is still better than having her back with that… smug cunt."

“Arceus I just wanna punch him in the face,"Keith grumbled, taking one of the cotton swabs from Alice and holding it against his throbbing cheekbone.

“You and me both," Alice sighed.

---

“Fayah, come," James said, making a motion with a hand. The high ceilings of Mauville City gleamed overhead. The crowd parted for them, especially with Fayah looming so ominously. She was still holding her pokeball and her blanket-wrapped book, and it forced her to stand mostly upright, making her monstrous size quite evident. She attracted several stares, and more than a few hushed murmurs of awe and fear. It was nothing she wasn't used to, as James had proudly boasted many times before: She was in the ninety-ninth percentile for height for her species.

James hummed tunelessly to himself as he led her through Mauville towards one of the city's many hotels.

“L-lycan?" Fayah timidly asked.

James paused mid-step, rounding on her, and then arched an eyebrow. “Yes?" he asked, an edge creeping into his voice.

Fayah tentatively held out the wrapped bundle of her book for him to take.

James took the bundle, staring down at the brightly-coloured gambolling eeveelutions all over the blanket and wrinkling his nose. “What is this?" he asked blankly, unwrapping the book enough that he could see the embossed title. There was a pause, before he gave an amused snort. “What utter twattle."

Fayah watched James with intent red eyes as he turned on the spot and continued walking, holding her bundle awkwardly in one hand. As he passed a bin, he thoughtlessly tossed it in.

Fayah froze, her eyes widening and ears flattening back against her skull. She moved towards the bin to retrieve her package, but a passing biker tossed his cola in the bin as he glided past. She stared over the rim of the bin, finding that the blanket and her book had been covered with the sugary beverage and were now completely ruined. She could even see spot of Keith's dried blood on the blanket from where he had handed it to her, now splashed with drink.

“Fayah, come," James said, not even looking back.

Fayah's grip tightened on her pokeball, and she hung her head, following after her trainer.

---

“What?!" Fiona exclaimed.

Keith held the tablet slightly away from his ear, leaning back in his seat and glumly sipping a cola before answering. Aleda, Tammy, Alice, Lucia and Atlas were all sitting around the table with him, unusually gloomy, chewing their way through lunch.

“I lost Fayah. James has her again."

“How in the fuck… Are you okay? What happened?"

“James showed up on an aerodactyl demanding his pokemon back. I told him that if he wanted her, he'd have to fight me for her."

“You had a pokemon battle with him?" Fiona asked automatically.

Keith shook his head. “No, fistfight. Arceus, does anyone around here resolve things with anything other pokemon battles?"

“You got into a fist fight with him?" Fiona asked flatly. “So he beat up you and Alice?"

“I forbade her from entering the fight," Keith admitted.

Keith understood a thousand words in Fiona's dark silence.

“Look, I was pissed off. I still am, I guess. I just wanted to hurt him… it didn't go the way I expected it to."

“And so you just… gave Fayah back to him?" Fiona growled.

Keith frowned. “No, I gave Fayah her pokeball and let her choose."

“And she chose her old abusive trainer?"

Keith sighed. “Yeah."

“...Ouch."

“I know, right?" Keith said with a rueful chuckle.

“Did she at least hesitate?"

“For an instant," Keith responded glumly, staring up at the ceiling of the cafe.

Fiona sighed, and there was a pause. “New plan, Keith. You're not to collect the device from Rustboro City until we can figure out how James knew where you were. You went to an entirely new continent and he had to know somehow where you were. Cassandra will want to look at the cruise ship employees and the like and figure this out before she lets you start transporting proprietary tech."

“Well that makes sense then," Keith admitted, sighing himself.

“There's plenty of sights to see in Hoenn. Find something to amuse yourself with for a couple days and we'll get back to you when we figure it out."

“'Hurry up and wait' is it?" Keith asked.

“Pretty much," Fiona responded. “Until we know how James knew where to find you, you're stuck there. Go check out the volcano or something. Maybe there's some shoots in the area you can participate in?"

Keith wrinkled his nose. “I got into a fistfight. I'm not fit to be on camera for a few days at least."

Fiona audibly sucked air in through her teeth. “Yeah, that is probably for the best. Well, don't… dwell on Fayah. You gave her a choice. She made her choice."

“Yeah, I know, still sucks though," Keith grumbled. “Well, thanks Fiona. Let me know when it's cleared up. I'm gonna go catch up on all the sleep I missed the last couple days."

---

Fayah crouched with her back to a partition in a restaurant, almost seated but not quite. She had learned to find the most unobtrusive spot near her master and sit there, so that her immense stature wouldn't attract too many stares.

Oriental styled decorations hung throughout the restaurant, with red paper lanterns above each table. Many of the tables were partitioned off from the rest of the room with wood dividers, for privacy. Simple oriental meals were available, along with less traditional choices.

James was sitting with one foot resting on another chair, relaxed and at ease, perusing a menu even though he already knew exactly what he was going to get.

A waitress came by, looking around the edge of the partition. “Ready to order, sir?"

James nodded, taking his foot off the seat and straightening up.

“Oh, Mr Montgomery!" the waitress said with a smile, “I didn't recognize you! It's been a while!"

“Oh," James paused for a split second to casually catch sight of the waitress' name tag. “Cindy! How is my favorite waitress today?"

“I'm good, thanks for asking," Cindy said with a bright smile. “Will it be the usual tonight?"

“You know me too well," James said with a warm smile.

“So, wedges and hot sauce for you and a bowl of pokibble for your lycanroc? And… A cherry soda for you and water for your pokemon?"

James nodded, smiling. “Your memory is pretty damn good."

“Anything for a good customer!" Cindy beamed, turning away.

“One moment," James said, holding up a hand. He turned to Fayah. “How would you like to eat people food tonight? As a treat?"

Fayah's ears perked up, and she nodded carefully.

“Make that two baskets of wedges, please, Cindy," James corrected.

“Yes sir," Cindy said, jotting down his order.

---

Fayah surreptitiously watched James as she ate her wedges, copying his motions in dipping them in the sweet chilli sauce before eating them. She could only use her left paw, since her pokeball was still gripped in her right.

James caught her eye, and then reached over to lightly smooth some of the sauce from her lip, before holding his finger against her lips so she could lick it off, smiling at her.

Fayah smiled back.

When the last smaller wedges were being chased around the baskets, one of James' coworkers sat down at the table with him, a man named Morgan. Fayah didn't particularly like Morgan. He was too rough his hands and hurt her ears with too forceful and rough of a grip when he fucked her mouth.

“So, I see you got Fayah back," Morgan said, smirking.

“I got to beat up the dude who stole her, too."

“Oh fucking score," Morgan responded, casting a glance at Fayah. “You got her eating human food?"

“Hey, it's a treat," James said, waving his hand dismissively. “I might even let her have some cake."

“Speaking of treats…" Morgan trailed off suggestively. “Doing anything later?"

“My lycanroc, you mean?" James corrected with a smirk. “Maybe. I don't have a camera handy at the moment."

Fayah finished her basket of wedges, and stared at her trainer, her ears flattening thoughtfully. She looked down at her ball, and then back up at him, licking the edges of her muzzle clean of some of the crumbs from dinner, before she carefully moved around the table.

James ignored her, still in conversation with Morgan.

“I got a camera back at the hotel, I can bring it over. People were asking for some bondage stuff, you know, and I don't have anything made up, but I know a guy in town…"

“Hmm, not sure on bondage, you know, not much in demand at the moment and-"

Fayah lightly tapped James on the shoulder, turning the pokeball over in her hand and then extending it towards him.

“-I mean, it's just sex with extra steps,right? Why not just make her wear clothes or makeup or something."

“Oh c'mon, that's not the point and you know it," Morgan responded, rolling his eyes.

“Pfft. I'm a simple guy, I like pussy, I mean, if you wanna add extra steps-"

Fayah lightly tapped his shoulder again, and James paused mid sentence, his expression hardening. He turned towards her, arching an eyebrow. “Can't you see I'm talking to my business partner? You can wait until we're done talking."

Fayah's ears flattened, and the paw holding the pokeball lowered. She drew it back in, clasping it against her chest, and then turned and returned to her spot by the divider, head bowed while her trainer and his friend discussed the various ways they might fuck her for their next film.

---

Keith picked up his tablet, checking if he had any emails, and then sighed and switched it off when he found that his inbox was empty, tossing it towards the end of the bed in annoyance.

Tammy brought it back up to him, holding it proudly in her muzzle.

Keith rolled his eyes, but then took the tablet from her, putting it on the dresser instead, and then reaching over to pet her headcurls. Tammy made a happy noise, leaning in to the touch.

Aleda watched them from the other side of the bed, giving a little bit of a snort.

Moonlight streamed in from the windows, illuminating the forest below. They were on the third floor of Mauville city, in a hotel built to have views out over the forest and nature.

“So what do you girls wanna do? Still no word on when I'll back at work, so we can just wander around Hoenn for a while. I wanna visit Fortree city and actually see the place… Or we could wander down to Slateport and check out the contests there for a couple days?"

“Nine," Aleda said ambivalently, waving a paw.

“'Pix!" Tammy added, stretching lazily for a moment before wandering back over to Aleda and burrowing into her tails.

“Slateport it is, then," Keith decided. “We'll go watch some contests. Should at least be more interesting than moping around here for a week or two."

---

Fayah sat in her corner, her jaw still aching from the improvised ring-gag that had been stuffed in her muzzle for the previous half-hour. It was obviously home-made, and likely built from a riding harness used for a ponyta or mudsdale. Her tongue had been wedged against the metal and cut slightly, and the faint taste of blood was almost discernable amidst the absolute mess of cum smeared over her muzzle. Her lips were dripping with it, and it even drooled down her chin, with one or two errant strings of it draped over her muzzle and cheek.

She stared down at her pokeball, turning it over and over in her hand. She had placed it in a pot-plant near the door before James and Morgan had put her in the bondage gear. The straps of it still hung around her muzzle, though the fluffy handcuffs had been removed so she could get up, thankfully.

Fayah took a moment to stare wistfully at the door to the shower, wanting to go wash her muzzle, and clean the taste out of her mouth. But she knew that if she woke up James with the light or the noise, then she would be punished.

Instead, the lycanroc suffered in silence, slipping one of her paws down between her thighs to rub large clawtips against her aching cunt, giving slow, circular rubs in a quiet attempt to reach a orgasm. Even though Morgan and James had taken turns fucking her quite vigorously, neither of them had managed to make her orgasm.

They rarely ever did.

After a completely unsatisfying orgasm, Fayah crawled over towards James' bed, carefully lifting the covers and inserting herself under them with her trainer. James shifted slightly, stirring awake with her motions, frowning sleepily. “Mnf? Yes?" he asked, clearly only half awake.

“Lyyycan…" Fayah soothed, folding her heavy frame into the bed next to him, lifting one paw to lightly stroke his hair.

James mumbled something incoherent, but then drifted off back to sleep.

Fayah smiled, and pressed her body against the length of his own, laying her arm over him and resting her nose against his own, watching him sleep.

---

Keith took a sip from a plastic cup of coffee, flavoured with cocoa and a blend of special berries from all across Hoenn, as he looked back down the path to where Mauville city towered over the forest.

“Thinking about Fayah, huh?" Alice asked, kicking a rock idly. Atlas and Lucia walked on either side of her.

Keith drew in a breath and then sighed faintly. “Kinda, yeah," he admitted, kneeling and offering a taste of his coffee to Aleda and Tammy in turn. Aleda paused, snuffling curiously at the cup and having a little taste, while Tammy wrinkled her nose and then turned it up, refusing.

“She made her decision," Alice soothed. “I know the television shows and stories and movies and everything try to say that you can fix someone with just a little bit of love and perseverance but most people and pokemon have issues deeper than you can fix with just a bit of care. It takes years. And therapy!"

“You're awful pensive this morning," Keith stated, straightening up and taking another sip of his coffee.

Alice gave a slight giggle and then stared at him sideways for a moment. “I dunno, I think Atlas is fucking all of the silly out of me."

Keith stared at Alice, and then at Atlas, and then shook his head. “Well I'm glad that's working out for you."

“You can't beat yourself up over this, is what I'm saying," Alice pressed, adjusting the straps of her backpack. “You gave her a choice. That's the most you could do."

“I could have kept her. Could have refused that stupid fight," Keith groused, kicking a rock himself. “And now she's back with that… fucking psycho."

“Not your fault," Alice said confidently. “You gave her a chance to make a decision to better her own life. She didn't take it. That's the most you can do. That's the best you can do. It's the most anyone could even ask of you. If you give any more of yourself than that you're either going to end up in therapy yourself or end up one of those emo guys who only train ghost pokemon and hang out in alleyways scaring off all the kids."

“Yeah yeah, I know," Keith grumbled, pursing his lips. “I did the best I could. But there was a moment there, when she looked like she was going to pick me… and I was certain she was going to come back. I'd win, I'd have lost the fight but 'won the war' or whatever and I don;'t know… made a difference? For just that one moment I felt like I was making a difference in the world. I've fucked pokemon on three different continents and several different islands but I've never really… made a difference. I'm just a porn actor."

“Vul!" Tammy protested, placing a paw on his leg and staring up at him.

“Nine!" Aleda added, squinting up at him with dangerously-narrowed eyes.

“I think your pokemon disagree," Alice said with a slight smirk.

Keith frowned, but then dropped down to one knee, gently petting Tammy's headcurls, and receiving an annoyed nip from Aleda before she allowed him to pet her in turn.

“You had a giant win get taken away from you and realised that you're not some pokemon whisperer or the star of your own movie where everything goes your way," Alice pointed out, giving him a long stare. “I mean, yeah, you get to be a bit mopey but I swear to Arceus if you're still like this when we get to Slateport I'm finding the nearest room with a lock and stuffing you in there with lucia."

“You use that threat a lot," Keith pointed out, looking up at Alice, and then Lucia.

Lucia snorted, and then stepped over closer to him, her head level with his own, eyes narrowing intently.

“Well it works," Alice responded with a smile.

Keith gave a slightly nervous laugh,and then shook his head. “You've changed your tune quite a lot since yesterday."

“I see what you were trying to do," Alice admitted, giving a little bit of a grimace, and then a dark stare. “And next time, I'm stepping in. None of this 'gentleman's agreement' bullshit. Fight dirty, call in your friends. But…"

“But?" Keith asked.

Alice pursed her lips. “But… I think it was important you see where Fayah's loyalty lies. You did essentially steal her from James. And it was technically a crime…"

“Too right, that," Keith answered shortly. “No doubt we'll see her again. I hope you and Atlas can take her… I'm not looking forward to it."

“You had to know that was a potential future when you let her choose," Alice pressed.

Keith nodded, kicking another rock. “Somewhere, I guess, I considered it, but I didn't actually think… Arceus I don't know what I was thinking."

“You were thinking that a week or two of kindness was enough for her to do a full one-eighty," Alice soothed, shaking her head. “You tried to do a good thing and it didn't work out. No one will fault you for that."

“Might fault me for being dumb," Keith responded with a rueful laugh, lightly touching at his jaw with a fingertip, where James' main punch had landed. “I didn't even win any fights in school, I don't know what made me think I stood a chance against him."

“Well it's that you tried that counts. That has to count for something," Alice pointed out.

Keith sighed, but nodded to himself. “Yeah I guess. Though a consolation prize other than getting my ass whupped would have been nice."

Lucia took another step towards him, and then wrapped her slender arms around his middle, pulling him into a hug.

Keith blinked, and awkwardly pet her ears. “Uh.. thanks."

“Cario," Lucia responded sweetly, peering up at him.

Aleda shuffled closer, and placed a paw on his knee. “Nine," she said, concerned.

Keith reached past the lucario, and lightly pet Aleda's headfur. “I'll be fine," he reassured.

---

Fayah stirred awake as James moved, mumbling an incoherent noise of surprise as he truly awoke and pushed away from her.

She stretched slowly, and then peered at her trainer, adjusting her head so her mohawk wasn't in the way. “Lyyy?"

“What the fuck are you doing?" James asked, slightly incoherent with sleep, rubbing his eyes with a palm and then squinting at her.

“Lycan," Fayah responded, reaching a paw over James' shoulder to try and pull him close again.

James pushed a hand against her chest, wrinkling his nose. “You're all dirty," he stated flatly, giving her another, more firm press. “Go get cleaned up."

“Lycan?" Fayah asked plaintively.

James scowled, and then pointed towards the bathroom obstinately.

Fayah's ears flattened back, and then rolled over slowly, slipping out of the bed and quietly stepping over to the bathroom so she could clean herself up. She delicately turned the faucet on in the sink so she could scrub the dried cum from the fur of her muzzle and face. She then dried her face with the towel that was on the floor; James didn't like it when she used the towel he also used.

After peering into the mirror to make sure she was clean, and carefully straightening her mohawk, she squeezed her large frame back through the door and over towards the bed. James had picked up his phone, and was swiping up and down on it, reading.

Fayah carefully stepped over to his bed, and made to crawl back up onto it.

James lowered his phone, staring at her for a long moment, and then pursed his lips, pointing wordlessly towards the corner.

Fayah's ears flattened back, but she turned around obediently, moving to sit back in her corner.

Heaving a soft sigh, Fayah reached over to pick up her pokeball, still where it had been sitting all night, next to a pot plant that she had carefully moved out of her corner. She stared down at it, and heaved a soft sigh. A glint of light caught her eye, and she tilted her head down further, lifting a paw to carefully tug at her collar, looking at the golden object affixed to it: A tiny gold bell. The bearing inside it was jammed in the entrance, so it didn't jingle when it moved. She gently inserted a clawtip into the hole and then touched against the bearing, pushing it back into the casing properly. Immediately, the bell jingled.

Fayah let the bell drop back down, and then stared glumly at her pokeball. She glanced up at James, and James looked over his phone for a moment, giving her a smile.

Fayah didn't smile back.

---

Keith grimaced as he held on to the handlebars of the bike tightly, far too tightly to be comfortable. The cycling road started at a higher elevation on the Mauville side, and so there was a gentle slope the entire way to Slateport. But it was terrifyingly easy to build up to an incredibly high speed. Fiona was riding a bike beside him, much more at ease with the high speeds coasting achieved. Tammy had decided to hop into her pokeball after testing the feasibility of riding in the bike basket and discovering it wasn't very stable.

Aleda was running alongside him, but carefully distanced so he wouldn't tangle with her if he veered suddenly to either side. She was surprisingly agile and fast, keeping up easily. Atlas likewise was quite able to keep pace with them, with a long, loping pace that looked completely effortless but kept pace with them. Lucia jogged alongside them, breathing hard through her nose, tail flicking back and forth in time with her steps, helping keep her balance.

The sea stretched out to Keith's left, glimpsed through a mesh fence with a net on the other side to catch a hypothetical person with luck bad enough or suicidal tendencies strong enough to somehow leap over the twelve-foot fence dividing the raised road from the long fall to the coastline below.

Mercifully, the ride was short, especially with the coasting boost from riding downhill, and very quickly, Slateport was rising over the horizon. Small houses on the outskirts of the city provided a splash of colour amongst tangled webs of trees and parks, built along the geography rather than the geography being changed to suit the houses. The inner city, however, was all neat rows and squat buildings, with a visible dock and market. A large cargo ship was pulling out of port, laden with containers filled with produce to be exported, and small pleasure craft dotted the shoreline around the city itself. The beach was crowded with sunbathers and people enjoying the sun and sand, while a busy line of seaside restaurants and bars did a decent business serving to the many tourists.

And in the middle of it all, dominating the view by sheer size alone, was the contest hall. The diamond-shaped building towered over the surrounding squat structures, occupying pride of place in the centre of the city.

Keith slowed, and checked his watch. The contest was due to start in two hours. Groaning, he picked up the pace again.

---

By the time Keith and the rest of the group made it to the front of the Contest Hall, the stalls were all set up and a gentle crowd was wending its way through the massive front doors.

The bikes had been returned to the rental company house at the bottom of the cycling path, and they had been walking since then. Keith checked his watch, and then pulled out his tablet, bringing up a map of Slateport's 'contest' district.

“What're you looking for?" Alice asked from behind him.

“Looking for a hotel nearby," Keith responded distractedly, grimacing. “Don't wanna go in there and sit in a crowd of people smelling like I just ran a marathon."

“Oh, uh, just get a VIP ticket," Alice suggested. “That'll give you access to the trainer's area backstage and they have showers back there. They've got spas, even!"

“Been here before?" Keith asked blankly.

Alice shook her head. “No, but I've been to other contest areas, in other regions. They've got like a miniature city back there catering to trainers and their pokemon. There are a lot of people very serious about contests and they spend every waking minute in these halls. They practically live here."

“Nobody is going to mind me using their showers?" Keith asked awkwardly.

Alice laughed. “Hundreds of people go through the backstage areas of contest halls every day. You won't be a blip on their radar."

---

After purchasing a moderately expensive backstage V.I.P pass for the contest hall, Keith headed through one of the doorways and into the backstage areas of the contest hall. Immediately, the crowd lessened. A big sign hanging from the roof showed three different destinations, pointing towards a human icon, a pokemon icon, and a stage icon.

“The centre one, the stage marker, that's where we wanna go," Alice said from behind Keith.

Keith squinted. “Not the human one?"

“Nah, that's for housing and restaurants and whatnot. The pokemon icon is purely for pokemon bedding and feeding. Stables, etcetera. The central one is for on-stage prep. Pokemon makeovers, actual restaurants, rooms for 'maintenance' like brushing and blow-drying an entire arcanine if need be,-" Atlas gave her a dubious stare, “-that kind of thing. You'll find a shower there a lot easier than in the private quarters. Unless you want to stay here tonight?"

“No, definitely a hotel, thanks," Keith responded, opting to head down the central hallway. It opened up into a large hall with vendors along the periphery and a large channel down the centre for pokemon and their trainers to make their way to the facilities further down the open space. Along the far wall were what looked like changing rooms of some kind, where various pokemon came and went. Along one side of the room was a large archway with flashing lights and an electronic board flashing numbers of contestants who would be called up next to perform. A small coffee bar was making a tidy profit serving the trainers and even the pokemon themselves that were milling around the gate, waiting for their number to be called.

On the left side were more vendors, but also another gate that led to quieter, darker areas, where larger pokemon were being prepped, away from where they would crowd everyone. There were also a few restaurants there, and even an arcade and internet cafe.

Now that they were in a quieter area, Keith started to notice more and more people staring at him, and realised belatedly that he had a decent half-moon of a black eye. He wished he was wearing a hoodie so he could pull it up over his face.

The stalls here were much more refined than those he had seen in front of the contest hall in Lilycove. They were selling expensive, professional-grade pokemon accessories, from batons for twirling, to top-hats, robes, special concoctions for oiling hide and scales, special shampoo to make fur fluffier, gels to make fur set into shapes that weren't exactly natural; there were even special stalls that would tailor suits for pokemon and trainer alike so that they matched perfectly.

One stall had caught Aleda's attention, and she was standing in front of it staring at a slowly-swirling golden liquid in a jar that glittered with the iridescence of a butterfree's dust.

“See something you like?" the old lady asked from behind the counter.

Keith paused in front of her stall, glancing at the little placard on the desk. It read 'Dye shop'. Various paints and inks were stored in carefully-sealed jars, with well-used wooden tubs stacked beside them.

“I don't… rightly know what your shop sells," Keith admitted guiltily.

“Dyes!" the old lady said with a smile, peering at him shortsightedly. “What happened to your face young man?"

“Oh, just got into a fight," Keith responded sheepishly.

“Ah to be young and impulsive," the old lady sighed wistfully. “I sell dyes, young man. Dyes and the expertise to use them. As well as other concoctions designed to alter the physical attributes of your pokemon."

“Like… transform them?" Keith asked blankly.

“I'm afraid I haven't quite discovered that particular secret yet, but I can do some wonderful things to alter certain things about your pokemon. Would you like a free sample?"

“Oh uh, I guess?" Keith offered lamely.

“I was not speaking to you," the old lady responded, peering at Aleda. She turned and rummaged through a box, coming up with a tiny vial filled with some sluggish purple liquid. She held it out towards Aleda, shaking it slightly. “I was speaking to your ninetales."

“Oh, that's 'Aleda'," Keith informed.

“And I am Sandra," she responded in kind, shaking the vial of purple liquid at Aleda again. “Free sample?"

Aleda paused, head cocking to the side, before she snorted once and then nodded.

“Good, good!" Sandra said with a crooked smile, pulling out a jug of water and a clean glass. She tipped the small vial into the glass, and then added a third of a cup of water, stirring it with a wooden stick until it was mixed in thoroughly, and then slid the cup over in front of Aleda's nose.

Aleda sniffed it, and immediately turned her nose up at it, grimacing.

“Drink," the old lady said sternly.

Aleda gave a long-suffered sigh, and then lifted the cup with her tails, grimacing once more before downing the entirety of the purple liquid in one gulp, and then dropping the cup back onto the desk where it rolled back and forth lazily.

“Now, breath fire for me, if you would, up there, into the sky, please. I'd prefer you not set my stall on fire." As she spoke, she pulled up a large jar of the mixture, with instructions taped to the front, and placed it on the desk in front of Aleda.

Aleda paused, and then breathed a tongue of flame into the air. It looked very normal, except for a faint whitish tinge towards the tip.

“Longer, harder, more intense. You need to build up a good billow, make it all mix around," the old lady said, making a circular motion with a gnarled finger.

Aleda turned her muzzle skywards again, and then breathed a solid stream of flame. Flames licked at the sky, billowing and red, sending a wave of heat over Keith, and he took a step backwards. But after a few seconds, the flames seemed to shift and alter, like turning up the heat on a bunsen burner. The red and yellow shifted to bright, incandescent purple with white edging.

Aleda was so surprised at the change that she stopped immediately, staring at the space where her flames had been with a slow blink. And then, she breathed another puff of fire, shorter this time, staring at the way the incascenent, shimmering purple of her flames hung in the air.

“You like it, don't you?" Sandra asked, her crooked smile just slightly smug.

Aleda lowered her muzzle so she could peer at Sandra, and then gave a guarded ambivalent noise.

“Oh, I'll just put this back then?" Sandra asked, reaching for the jar.

Aleda's paw shot out, resting on top of the jar so it couldn't be moved.

Sandra smirked.

“I'll take it," Keith said, reaching for his tablet.

“Of course you will," Sandra said with a slight smirk, peering at Aleda again. “Would you like your tails to match?"

Aleda tilted her head in confusion.

Sandra made a motion with her thumb to the jars behind her. “I can give your tailtips a dye job. Purple, like your new flames. It'll last… say, six months?"

Aleda grimaced, visibly weighing the pros and cons, before peering up at Keith.

Keith reached a hand down to pet her headfur. “Go ahead if you want it."

“Nine!" Aleda affirmed to Sandra with a firm nod.

---

Leaving Aleda sitting looking glumly at the crowd with her tailtips dipped in a wooden tub filled with swirling purple dye, Keith headed further into the facility, towards where Alice promised him would be showers. Alice was already forging ahead of him, heading for a private room, tugging Atlas along with her with the promise of a 'private full body grooming'. Keith was only moderately certain that that was a euphemism.

After a little bit of searching with Tammy tagging along, Keith found a row of private shower areas. Their doors were slightly larger than one would expect for people, and showed icons of both human silhouettes and those of variously-sized pokemon. Several of them were occupied, their doors locked, but Keith found one that was vacant.

Pushing the door open revealed a rather large space with a heavy curtain dividing it. An array of shower heads with a complicated series of mechanical controls for it stood perched above one end of the room. The curtain was drawn up close to the shower itself, to divide the room into 'shower' and 'non shower' area, so that both larger pokemon and just normal-sized humans could use the same facilities. A small booth stood to one side of the room, double as a changing area and storage for goods so as not to get them wet.

Keith set his backpack down, and dug up a fresh pair of clothes, while Tammy snuffled around the room curiously. Making sure the door was locked, Keith stepped out of his clothes, stuffed them into a plastic bag, and then put them back in his pack, setting the entire thing in the little changing area and closing the door. Tammy was sitting in the middle of the room, watching him with a tilted head.

“If you don't wanna get wet, you might wanna move over there," Keith said, motioning towards the far side of the room.

Tammy wrinkled her nose, and moved in the direction indicated, while Keith stepped in under the shower head and then pulled the curtain across. It was a heavy blue waxed material of some kind, and was only slightly translucent, just enough to protect modesty. He stared at the controls for the shower for a few moments, trying to figure out what each of them could do. It was all mechanical, no digital display of any kind of instructions, with vague icons above buttons and knobs as the only way to convey what any individual control could do.

The first blue and red gradient could only be temperature, but it had a weird handle with a little arrow like an old microwave and a deliberate pin stopping it from daling all the way down into a purplish-black temperate range with the icon of what looked like a slugma next to it. There was something that looked like a sideways cheese-grater, a rectangle with a long number of dots in the centre of it. Glancing upwards, Keith thought it looked like the row of rectangular shower-heads that were arrayed the entire length of the room. The control underneath the icon was a slide-bar,

There was a huge blue handle on the side of the panel, and Keith pushed it up into the 'ready' position, causing a shockingly-powerful spray of water to thunder down from fully half of the showerheads, kicking up a spray of icy-cold water that drenched his legs in freezing liquid. Dancing in place, Keith rolled the obvious 'temperature' gauge far far into the red, and then yelped in surprise at the heat that was now washing over his legs instead.

After fiddling with the knobs and dials for a while longer, and causing all of the shower heads in the room, and then none of them, to produce water, he finally found a temperature and shower head setting that wasn't splashing the entire room and allowed him to duck under for a good shower without being frozen or burnt.

Tammy peeked her head around the dividing curtain, tilting her head at him with a concerned and curious 'vul?'

“You wanna come join me?" Keith offered, holding up his bar of soap lamely.

Tammy reached a paw out towards the water and then wrinkled her nose, disappearing back behind the curtain.

Keith shrugged and returned to his shower.

After a good few minutes of soaping himself up and rinsing himself off, he finally felt clean enough to be presentable, and then moved back over the panel of controls. He fiddled with the temperature control, noticing how it got stuck no the little pin. But he could pull the knob out to bypass it, which he did, and then pushed it back in, now in the purple-red colour section. The heat coming off the shower spray was so hot now that it was making it hard to breathe.

“Vul!" Tammy declared, poking her head around the curtain once more, before wiggling under the curtain and then in under the spray of water that was so hot Keith was worried that the pooling water at his feet would cause physical burns.

Staring at Tammy enjoying herself under the water, he was definitely thinking lewd thoughts, especially when she bent down to scrub her muzzle with her paws and gave him quite the view under her svelte brown tails, and were the water not irresponsibly hot, he would have entertained the idea of sidling up behind her and seeing if he could manage to sink at least two of his fingers inside her.

But the heat rolling off the spray of water was enough to stymie any lust he might have been feeling, so instead of left Tammy to enjoy herself in the wildly hot water and instead went to retrieve his towel to dry off.

---

Fayah watched from her corner as James emerged from the shower, drying his hair off and then tossing the towel carelessly behind him onto the floor of the bathroom.

James glanced at her, and then continued on his way towards the bed, crawling over it to pick up his phone, before he paused and then looked back at her. “What is that?" he asked blankly, eyes narrowing at her collar.

Fayah perked ears upwards, and lifted the little bell with the back of one of her claws, before letting it drop, making a cheery jingle.

“Did he put it on you?" James asked, distaste obvious in his tone.

Fayah nodded carefully.

“Well, take it off. It's stupid. And noisy."

Fayah flattened her ears back, her short tail giving an anxious flick as he reached a paw up to clasp around the bell. She frowned, but didn't tug it off her collar, instead letting her paw fall back down.

“Take it off," James said firmly, picking up his phone and scrolling through it idly.

Fayah shook her head imperceptibly.

James looked up his phone, and his eyes narrowed dangerously. “Fayah."

Swallowing thickly, Fayah inhaled and held her breath, and then she locked her gaze on James' own, and shook her head.

James dropped his phone to the bed and then pushed to his feet, stalking over to the lycanroc and narrowing eyes down at her. She drew back slightly, but didn't stop him as he hooked a finger in the loop securing the bell and roughly twisted it until the cheap metal ring deformed and unhooked far enough for him to remove the bell entirely.

Fayah bowed her head as he stalked over to the sink in the corner and opened the cupboard, tossing the bell into the bin under the sink.

With that done, James stalked back over to the bed and returned to his phone.

---

Keith lazed against the bench that sat to one side of the large shower area. It was built of some kind of plastic with a surface designed like a bath-mat so as not to get slippery when it was wet, and would have been cold if it weren't for the amount of heat and steam rolling around the curtain. Sitting there with just a towel over his lap, Keith was reminded of a sauna. Tammy was still enjoying the boiling-hot water, and Keith could see a murky orange silhouette of her body through the curtain.

After a few moments of watching the blurry shape of Tammy frolicking in the water, Keith decided that she was going to be occupied for a while, and leaned back against the wall, resting his cheek against the cool tile, drifting off into his own thoughts.

It would be a solid week or two before he was back on film, and it was a strange realisation that he hadn't masturbated since he started working for Violet Enterprises. With all of the willing pokemon around, there really was no need, and he was usually too exhausted from repeated 'sessions' to be much bothered with it. And then there was the fact that he was in hotel rooms or ship cabins with Aleda and Tammy and masturbating with them there just felt weird

Given his downtime, he was going to have to find someone to help take the edge off, and his mind immediately moved to Lucia. It wouldn't even take very much convincing to have his way with her again, that much was certain. If he could just get her alone for a few minutes… even if it was just a closet, or when he went for a shower…

Keith idly fantasized for a few moments, imagining Lucia's cute red eyes peering up at him as he blew his load down the back of her throat… or even of the pokemon kneeling in front of him with her mouth obediently held open, waiting.

Was Lucia even in to that? Ambe, Aleda, Summer/Spring, Zaria, definitely Jewel and even Tammy that one time, seemed to just love getting a mouthful of human spunk,or at least grudgingly accept it in Aleda's case. But the majority of them worked for Violet Enterprises and that was probably quite the prerequisite to working there on film.

Keith was definitely going to have to have to ask Lucia if she'd… what? Swallow his cum?

He let out a short little chuckle to himself. How did one even phrase such a question?

“VUL!" Tammy exclaimed, and bit Keith's shin.

Keith jerked upright and yelped in surprise, blinking rapidly and realising that Tammy must have been trying to get his attention for quite some time to be that agitated, and he looked down at her with a sheepish smile. “Sorry, lost in my own thoughts," he admitted, reaching down to pet her headcurls.

Tammy huffed faintly, but relented, allowing him to pet her head and ears, before she jumped nimbly up onto the bench beside him, pawing at his towel. “Pix!"

“Oh right," Keith muttered, picking up the towel draped over himself and then tossing it over the vulpix, wrapping his arms around her and then ruffling her fur vigorously with both hands, quickly working the water off into the towel. Tammy stretched happily under the strokes, her back arching and tails catching against the grasp of his hands through the towel, lifting her paws so he could get between her forelegs.

Keith pushed the towel between her forelegs to get at her sleek belly, rubbing across the smooth surface and scruffing up her fur to get the moisture away from it, while she went so far as to put her paws on his shoulder to give him easier access.

Tammy's head tilted slightly, and she gazed down into his lap for a moment, before giving him a curious look.

Keith arched an eyebrow, following her gaze. He was completely naked without the towel, and his cock, at half-mast from his fantasies about Lucia, was clearly visible, laying heavy and full but mostly limp against his belly.

“What?" Keith asked, bopping the vulpix on the nose with a smile.

“Vul!" Tammy responded nonchalantly, reaching one of her warm paws out to grasp around the base of his cock. Giving it a little squeeze and manipulating it with gentle motions of her paw, making it bob back and forth.

Keith sucked in a breath, and draped the towel over the vulpix, watching her for a moment, his mind drifting to lewd thoughts again as he watched her push his cock back and forth, her soft little touch very quickly getting the expected reaction out of him; his cock slowly stiffening to attention.

“Tch, now look what you did," Keith grumbled, sliding the fluffy towel down the vulpix's form until he could dry off her hindlegs. She shifted her weight back and forth with his motions, her tails straightening and then curling a little, and she gave a little 'vul!' of surprise and a shiver as he curled the towel up to 'dry' between her thighs, fancying for a moment that he could feel the soft little vulpix cunny through the fluffy fabric.

Tammy shivered, her ears flattening back, soft brown paws reaching forwards to grasp on either side of his cock, right around the base, lifting the stiffened length up away from his belly and giggling as it bounced against her nose. She spread her hindlegs for his 'drying', her tails curling up on reflex as she lifted her rump.

“If I didn't know better, I'd say you were trying to sedu-ohhh…" Keith trailed off his playfully-admonishing words as tammy bounced his cock back towards her muzzle and then held it in front of her nose, dragging her amazingly soft tongue around the head of his cock.

“You know if you don't stop in like the next four seconds I'm going to have to blow right over that cute little muzzle, right?" Keith asked flatly, narrowing eyes down at the vulpix.

Tammy paused, her head tilting, and she met his gaze for a long moment, his cock bobbing against her nose again, before she gave a happy little 'Vul!' and a nod.

Keith bit his bottom lip as Tammy pressed down and gave his tip a few flicking licks of her smooth, velvety hot tongue, making him gasp and clench his toes against the tile floor. He tossed aside the towel, and pressed one hand against the vulpix's back, sliding down towards her tailbase, while his other hand spread against her belly, flattening across the smooth, silky fur there until his fingertips found the soft crevice of her cunny.

Tammy cooed softly against his cock, and arched her hips up a little higher, her tails spreading and giving a little flick as she set about busily licking the tip of Keith's cock, forepaws squeezing a little for balance as he shifted under her ministrations. “Vul!" she purred, grinning up at him, holding him steady with her forepaws so she could deliver a flurry of eager licks against his tip.

A shudder passed down the length of Keith's body, and his hips rose of their own accord, grinding towards the silky-soft tongue swirling against his tip, bumping his cock against the vulpix's little muzzle. Immediately, Tammy surged forwards and sank her mouth over him, consumng him with the heated moistness of her muzzle, her tongue swirling against his underside as she started to bob in earnest.

Tammy's little muzzle was crammed full of Keith's cock, and there was almost too much of it for her to handle. Keith could feel his tip grinding against the soft ridges on the roof of her mouth every time she moved, and when she sank him towards the back of her throat, it got so tight and squeezing that Keith wasn't even certain it would be physically possible for her to deepthroat him. Tammy made up for her smaller stature with eagerness however, holding him deep in her muzzle and then drawing back for smooth, eager bobs, eyes sparkling at him with playful mischief.

Keith groaned faintly, and lifted a hand to rest between her perked ears, gently encouraging her to bob deeper and more firmly on him, while his other hand returned to eagerly rubbing his fingertips against that soft, push entrance between her hindlegs.

Tammy quivered and drew back for a gasp of air, gagging slightly against his cock in surprise, her little ears flattening back and tails stiffening as Keith's fingers rubbed up and down her tight little cunny, exploring the shape of her with his fingertips. Incredibly soft outer lips gave way to an incredibly tight entrance, with a furnace heat rolling from the flesh, only growing hotter as his touch made her stiffen and quiver.

A muffled groan left the vulpix as Keith's finger pressed in against her a little more intently, putting a deliberate, firm pressure on that tight little entrance, spreading her around his fingertip. Soft, heated inner flesh spread for the entry of his digit, and Tammy arched against him, eyes wide and chest starting to heave faster and harder with each of his touches.

Shuddering, Tammy pushed his wrist away with a hindfoot, his digit slipping out of her as she pulled back off of his cock, licking her lips and panting up at him faintly.

Keith momentarily thought he had hurt her, or angered the little vulpix, but she stared up at him, and then reared back, pushing on his chest with her soft little forepaws, forcing him down onto his side and then onto his back on the bench. Once he was prone, Tammy crawled delicately up atop him, dragging her soft stomach over his cock as she crawled atop him. Keith's hands lightly trailed down her little body, stroking over the plush tails, only for Tammy to slew around and turn away from him entirely, hindlegs shifting to rest on either of his shoulders as she arched her tails out of the way.

Tight vulpix cunny was presented to Keith, right in front of his face, though with her hindpaws on his shoulders he could do nought but look. A naughty giggle left the vulpix, and she leaned down again, capturing the tip of his cock in a heated kiss and then sinking down over him, her ears perking up at the gasp it causes Keith to give.

With a soft groan, Keith lifted both hands to rest on Tammy's rump, squeezing the soft flanks of the vulpix as she bobbed on his cock. Her new angle meant that could bob just a little bit deeper on him, the very tip of his cock edging into her throat before the sheer girth of it made it practically impossible to sink any deeper. But the eager little vulpix held him there and swallowed around him, her teeth grazing near the base of his cock as his cock throbbed wantonly in that willing muzzle.

“F-fuck…" Keith hissed between clenched teeth, gasping as Tammy drew back and then shoved down him again without warning, making his cock twitch and quiver eagerly in that heated muzzle. His hands squeezed her hips, and her slipped his left hand around to grasp just above her tailbase, helping keep the vulpix steady, one of his fingers curling around to arch her tails out of the way while his free hand pressed in underneath so he could grind his thumb directly against her little clit.

Tammy gagged around him again, pulling back and giving voice to something that was half-surprise and half-delight, her back arching and hindpaws digging into his shoulders. Her forepaws squeezed around the base of his cock on reflex, and she shuddered eagerly, a rivulet of heated liquids spilling down over Keith's moving thumb.

Smirking slightly, Keith gripped the little vulpix more firmly, and then pressed his finger firmly against her entrance, applying firm, eager pressure, watching with narrowed eyes as soft, tight little outer lips gradually spread around his digit and let him sink inside.

Tammy's tight cunny clenched down around Keith's digit, and she squeezed his cock a little more firmly, hugging it against her chest and muzzle, chest heaving with her breathing and hips twitching. But Keith just sank his digit deeper inside her, working more and more of his finger into her little body, past the first knuckle, and then up to the second.

With a heavy shudder, Tammy arched up, and then dove over his cock again, starting to almost urgently bob on him, suckling and curling her tongue around him with eager motions, her little paws squeezing around his base to hold him steady. As the first little dribble of precum met her motions, she drew back, panting against his tip, and then feathering him with licks, groaning at the taste.

Keith bit the side of his tongue, watching as soft little vulpix cunny spread around his finger, before he twisted his hand and added a second digit. Tammy's hips arched up, and she pulled back to give a breathless whimper as he slowly spread her around both fingers, stretching her much wider than she was used to. It took several firm presses and a little of waiting for her to relax before Keith carefully moved his hand and sank the two digits deep inside her.

Tammy arched up, crying out in surprise, her eyes widening and paws squeezing around his cock on reflex as Keith started to firmly pump his fingers in and out of her.

Tight, squeezing hot vulpix cunny clenched down around his digits as he worked them back and forth within her, sinking them in and out in firm little motions. Her hips arched up, and she gave a wanton moan, pushing back against him to match the rhythm, and it just made him work her more eagerly. Her sank a little deeper with each motion of her hips, grinding his fingertips further within that hot little cunny, feeling her inner muscles clench and squeeze around his fingers, tugging at him urgently.

With an adjustment of his angle, Keith pressed down all the way, burying his two fingers in her to the base, and curling his thumb around to rub her little clit, even as he rocked his digits in and out of her just an inch or so back and forth. Wild, eager ripples clenched down around his working finger, and Tammy cried out in delight, her entire body tensing up and her body heat increasing wildly.

Keith grit his teeth, watching the little vulpix orgasm around his thrusting fingers, even as the roiling heat within her became too much to bear and he had to tug his fingers out of her gripping, squeezing cunt, followed by a rush of her slick liquids that splashed over his chest.

Tammy swayed above him, losing her footing and crashing down onto her chest atop him, her soft little muzzle buried in his thigh next to his balls, one of her paws fitfully stroking against his cock as she twitched and groaned through a post-orgasmic haze.

Smirking a little bit, Keith hooked his arms around her, gently moving her down onto the bench next to him so he could wiggle free and rise to his feet. Tammy was sprawled out on her side haphazardly, tails giving fitful little twitches and one of her paws roaming down over her belly and chest in smooth, pleased motions while she crooned happily.

“Tammy…" Keith said, shifting a little closer to her, moving to kneel on the bench in front of her. His cock bobbed and twitched in the air, and he grasped it with a hand, starting to stroke up and down it eagerly. “I need to cum… do you want it all over you or-"

Keith's query was cut off as Tammy perked her ears, opening an eye to peer up at him, before rolling to her paws and prowling directly over to nudge her nose firmly against his cock. She stared up at him hungrily, tails twitching eagerly, meeting his gaze before she sat down on her haunches and opened her mouth directly in front of his tip.

A low groan of delight left him as the vulpix willingly opened her muzzle for him, and immediately, he leaned over her and started to stroke himself almost urgently. He was already a little pent up, but this was just too much!

With a giggle, Tammy lifted her paws, clasping the soft brown pads on either side of his cock, until Keith was forced to stop stroke. With a grumble, he instead slipped one hand down for balance, the other stroking her headfur as she leaned forwards and closed her muzzle around the first inch of him.

Soft brown paws started to work his cock with an eager furor, stroking up and down on either side of him as she feathered him with velvety little licks, coaxing him. She pushed her muzzle down over him and suckled softly, nursing on him, before drawing back to stare up at him with mischievous eyes, her little paws working him with rapid motions.

“Fuuuck…" Keith hissed between clenched teeth, resisting the urge to grasp the back of her head as she gave a particularly eager lick against his tip, dragging her silky tongue from his underside and then directly off his tip in an eager lap before returning to bobbing lightly on him. “H-here it comes!" he growled, clenching his toes and feet against the bench in an attempt to resist the urge to hump his hips, even as Tammy gave an excited 'vul!' muffled by his flesh and her paws went into overdrive.

Tammy tilted her muzzle at the last second, and Keith stared down at her with lidded eyes as he felt his orgasm well up inside him, clenching his teeth as a sudden gush of spunk splashed directly against the roof of the vulpix's mouth!

Tammy's eyes widened, but she was ready for it this time, sinking down over his throbbing, jerking cock as he fired eager volleys of spunk against the back of her tongue and throat. She held him deep in her muzzle, staring up at him with lusty eyes as she swallowed down his eager spurts, a messy wash of white starting to form at the corners of her little muzzle and drool down her chin as his spurts proved too much.

With a shudder, Tammy had to pull back, but she didn't disengage, instead opting to lean back and open her muzzle wide for him, his spurting cock resting on her soft tongue as he pumped gushes of human spunk over the back of her throat and the roof of her mouth.

With a groan, Keith gripped the base of his cock and swiftly jerked off his last eager spurts, right into the eagerly-presented vulpix muzzle, coating her tongue in a pool of white, while sticky, heavy dribbles of it dripped from her teeth and the roof of her mouth. Her lips were thoroughly coated and there was a messy river of the stuff drooling down her front, encroaching on the fur of her chest as she remained prostrate in front of him, patiently waiting for him to finish painting her willing mouth.

After the final spurts had ceased and Keith was relaxing with a delighted groan, Tammy drew back and closed her mouth, her cheeks bulging for a moment and a wet slick of cum drooling from her lips with the sheer amount Keith had spilled in her too-small muzzle. She stared up at him, and then swallowed three times to clear her muzzle, before panting heavily, giving a wanton little groan of delight. “Vuuuuul…"

“I agree entirely," Keith murmured, smiling down at her and tousling her headfur affectionately. “Fuck… we need another shower."

---

Fayah watched her trainer as he rose from the bed and headed to the bathroom, closing the door halfway behind himself.

Immediately, she rose, her usual heavy steps muted with light steps as she pulled the cupboard open under the sink. There was a burger-wrapped in the bin already, but under it was the little golden bell that her trainer had carelessly thrown away. She reached in, picking it up delicately and holding it against her chest.

The toilet flushed, and Fayah closed the cupboard before stomping back to her usual position in the corner, cradling the little bell against her chest.

James came out of the bathroom, and paused, staring at Fayah, his eyes narrowing. “What did you do?"

Fayah looked up at him, and tilted her head slightly to the side, red eyes glowering at him from behind her mohawk.

“I heard you at the cupboard," James said flatly, advancing on her. Fayah tightened her paws around the little bell, holding it against her chest.

“Give it," James said, holding out his hand.

Fayah gave the faintest of whines, and her grip loosened slightly, paws uncurling to reveal the bell. But as James reached over to pluck it from her grasp, she tightened her grip again and shook her head.

James' gaze hardened. “Are you disobeying me?"

Fayah paused. And then she nodded carefully.

James stared at her, dumbfounded. He blinked once or twice, and tried to say something, only managing an incoherent spluttering, before he marched over to the bed and picked up his belt from the nightstand. The aerodactyl's ball was there, but Fayah's was not.

While he was distracted, Fayah retrieved her pokeball from the pot plant, holding it tightly clenched in her large paw.

“Give it to me," James said imperiously, holding his hand out, palm up.

Frowning, Fayah rose to her feet, and stomped over to the bed, staring at her trainer.

“Give it," James repeated, biting off his words harshly.

Ears flattening back anxiously, Fayah stepped forwards, and then suddenly caught her trainer in a hug, wrapping her large arms around him and drawing him against her chest, squeezing him intently.

“W-what are you doing?!" James spluttered, struggling against her immense strength and trying to feel down the length of her arm to the paw that held the pokeball.

Fayah clasped both of her paws in the small of his back, burying her nose in his neck and nuzzling into it almost desperately, crooning soothingly to him, trying to rock him back and forth gently. But James was stiff and uncomfortable, trapped in her grasp, trying to wiggle free and failing miserably.

Fayah opened her eyes, and at the window behind James. It was street-level, showing a slowly darkening alleyway running alongside the hotel, with a park opposite. An old man was playing fetch with his mightyena, throwing a ball for him to catch and retrieve. But Fayah was focused more on the reflection of herself and her trainer. He was stiff as a board, struggling to get free while she tried to hug him, trying to reach down to her pokeball so he could punish her.

Her red eyes welled with tears, and she hugged him all the tighter, whimpering faintly.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?!" James protested, trying to twist out of her grasp. But Fayah was strong. That was what he had always wanted from his pokemon. Strength.

Fayah stared at the reflection for a moment longer, and her grip relaxed, dropping the hug to let her arms just hang loose. James immediately ducked out of her hug and then stood there confrontationally, reaching up to swat her nose angrily with the back of his hand.

There was a time when the motion would have sent Fayah scrambling for her corner, but now it just made her glower at him sullenly.

“Are you… are you crying?" James asked incredulously. “A couple weeks with a loser like that and you're crying?"

Fayah nodded solemnly.

“Your pokeball, give it," James demanded, holding his palm out again. “Time to stop being weak."

Fayah stared at James, and she sniffed slightly, rubbing her eyes with the back of her paw before she nodded in agreement.

And then she stepped forwards, hefted James as though he weighed nothing, and threw him bodily through the window.

Shattering glass rained down on the path as James tumbled in a pained cartwheel of askew limbs, coming to rest on the grass on the sidewalk amid twinkling shards of broken glass.

Fayah carefully stepped through the broken window, and then stood, towering over the prone, bleeding form of James. She reached up with one paw, and grasped her collar, twisting and tugging until it stretched and snapped. Pointed claws slid into the ring holding the little tag in place, the bone-shaped stamped metal emblazoned with her name. She grasped and tugged until it deformed fully and she could retrieve the tag, before gingerly placing the broken collar on James' chest.

And then, carrying only her pokeball, her bell, and her tag, Fayah turned away from the groaning, bleeding form of her previous trainer, and then started running, pounding away down the pavement and into the gathering dusk.

---

Keith wandered around the backstage area almost aimlessly, looking at the attractions. Various trainers stood with their pokemon, fussing with their makeup and accoutrements, waiting for their number to be called so they could head to private waiting room and ready themselves to go on stage.

Several stalls were set up offering services to 'Backstage V.I.P pass members' while even more booths and rooms had 'Contestant V.I.P Card Holders'.

Tammy had elected to withdraw to her pokeball after their session in the shower, so she could sleep, Keith presumed. Without his pokemon with him, he felt strangely exposed and alone. Aleda and Tammy were constants in his life now, and not having either of them with him was… just plain strange.

Keith had already snuck a peek over at where Aleda was, and she was sitting glumly staring at the wall, tails still in the tub of purple liquid, occasionally nodding and giving a little 'nine' in response to the nattering of the old lady. Keith had wisely chosen not to get entangled with that, and instead looked around for something to do. The arcades were filled with various pokemon, including a lopunny and her trainer doing a clearly-rehearsed perfect stage of Dance Dance Revolution together while a charizard looked on, flaming tail slowly swaying back and forth.

A large banner was hung over one area that looked promising, proclaiming 'pre-performance pokemon prettying!' with cheerful alliteration. A sandwich board was set up with flowing writing that reads 'come get hands-on experience with tending to potential pokemon stars!' and there was a small line of trainers milling around at a bar. Occasionally, another trainer would come by and select someone to whisk away to private rooms.

With no other interesting options available, Keith ambled up to the bar and ordered a drink. His drink had barely arrived before he was being tapped gently on the shoulder.

Keith turned to regard the newcomer, finding a short young girl in a flowing blue dress peering at him curiously.

“Hi, I'm Tara. Do you like water pokemon?"

Keith blinked had momentary flashes of the primarina he has 'interacted' with and nodded cautiously. “I'm Keith, and uh, yeah, I guess?" he answered uncertainly.

“Very good!" Tara said, clapping her hands together. She turned, starting off towards the private rooms without another word, expecting Keith to follow her.

Cottoning on after a few moments, Keith picked up his overfull glass and followed after Tara, carefully trying not to spill any of his drink as he did so. She didn't even look back, ducking into one of the rooms and holding the door open for Keith to enter.

This new room was very private, with a heavy door, clearly soundproofed and Keith was reminded for a moment about a primarina's singing. Other than that, he couldn't think of any reason the room needed to be soundproofed.. There was a lit mirror on one side of the modestly-sized room, with a basin and tap, various bottles of liquid around the basin, a towel rack, hair dryer, a kit for grooming pokemon fur, a broom, squeegee, and wire brushes for rougher pokemon, and even what looked like some kind of belt sander. In the centre of the room was a raised platform that looked much like an examining table, but was clearly able to be changed in size by raising other segments from the floor.

Upon the table lay a vaporeon, forepaws crossed in front of itself and tail curled anxiously around forepaws, the heavy fins twitching slowly.

“This is Lily, she's due for a show soon!" Tara said proudly.

Lily lifted a paw and gave a weak 'vapo' of greeting, before returning to fretting, gnawing at the side of one of her heavy fins.

“Oh, uh, hi Lily," Keith said, waving at her lamely with the hand not holding his drink, before just standing there awkwardly, not quite certain what he was supposed to be doing in the room.

Tara closed the door behind them, and then strode over to the table, lifting Lily's muzzle with a finger and tutting. “You know not to chew on your tail, silly."

Lily flattened her fins and gave an apologetic noise, sliding her tail back behind herself and then just sitting there, kneading repeatedly at the table under her.

Tara turned her attention back to Keith. “Do you wanna massage her?" she asked bluntly.

Keith blinked. “Uhhh, massage?"

“Hands on experience!" Tara said with a smile, motioning towards a large bottle of clear liquid sitting on the counter. “Bring that over."

Keith set his drink down and then picked up the heavy bottle of oil, carrying it over to the trainer and pokemon and setting it down on the padded table.

Picking up the bottle, Tara squirted a generous amount into her hand, and then lightly slapped her handful of liquid on to the side of Lily's neck and started to slowly massage it in. Lily quivered slightly, her tail curling and twitching, but then leaned into the motion of her trainer's strokes, visibly relaxing.

“I have to give Lily massage therapy before shows because she gets so skittish," Tara said, lifting her other hand to knead both along the vaporeon's body. “This is also specially formulated to make her really shine in the lights on stage. And it'll help the water slide off her for her water-dancing technique."

“Oh, cool," Keith said lamely, watching for a long moment.

“Well, join in!" Tara said, motioning towards the bottle with an elbow. “You're here to learn and get some experience!"

Keith gave an uncertain stare, but picked up the bottle and squirted some of the liquid into his other hand. It was a heavy, cool liquids that was incredibly slippery and felt like some kind of lubricant more than just an oil.

“Like this," Tara said, gripping Lily's neck in both hands, her thumbs pressing down carefully on either side of her spine, before working all the way down her body from her shoulders to the midpoint of her tail. Lily's hips lifted and arched slightly with the motion, and a low croon of delight left her. “Now you try," Tara said, taking a step to the side.

Keith took her place, and then laid his hands on the vaporeon, gripping lightly and trying to mirror the motions she had made. Lily's flesh was extremely slick with the oil, like trying to grasp a bar of wet soap.

“No, stronger," Tara said, placing her dainty hands over his own and easily doubling or tripling the strength of his grip with her own. “The oil makes her really really slippery, so you need to grip a lot harder."

Keith nodded, and did as asked, bearing down with more strength, pushing his palms firmly against the slippery vaporeon hide and drawing his hands from her shoulders down towards her tail.

Lily gave a happy groan, arching and stretching slowly in time with his motion, her tail rising into the squeeze of his hands. He adjusted his angle, grasping on either side of her tail with his palms and drawing his grasp all the way out to the fins at the tip. No matter how hard he gripped her, her sleek, slippery flesh just slid out of his grasp like trying to hold onto wet ice.

However, with each of his strokes, her slippery body became shiner and shinier, like buffing a tiled floor to a mirror shine. Even in the restrained glow of the soft lighting, the oiled parts of her body shone with radiant reflection.

“You're pretty good at this, even done it before?" Tara asked, giving Keith a sideways look as Lily gave a low croon of delight and leaned into his touches all the more eagerly.

“Can't say that I've ever oiled up a vaporeon before," Keith said with a faint chuckle, leaning over Lily a little and pushing his palms down the outside of her forepaws, all the way down to her paws. She arched again into his motions, her tail giving a happy little flick.

“Well you're an absolute natural!" Tara said, beaming, gently catching Lily's chin and starting to work with delicate rubs of fingertips around her face and muzzle, shining up the more fiddly parts of the vaporeon's face while she let Keith do the broader strokes over her forepaws and flanks. “Most people are a bit sketchy around new pokemon… I guess you work with them a lot in whatever you do?"

“I definitely meet a lot of pokemon," Keith admitted with a nod, sliding his hands back to Lily's hips and pausing there a moment, trying to figure how best to get her haunches. There was a large expanse of powerful muscles around her hips, sleek but strong. He settled for grasping her hips and rubbing both palms down her haunches towards her 'knees', even though Lily immediately curled her tail up on reflex and the heavy finned tip swatted him under the chin.

“This stuff isn't going to stain my clothes, is it?" Keith asked uncertainly as he relinquished his hold on the vaporeon to get more of the oil.

“Oh no, it's water-based. You could take a bath in it and it'd be fine," Tara responded casually, using her thumbs to smooth oil into Lily's cheeks. Lily held carefully still, obviously no stranger to getting oiled up like this. “You could probably even drink it with no ill-effects… though it wouldn't be pleasant. Like trying to drink something the consistency of dishwashing liquid, really."

Keith nodded automatically and then smeared both palmfuls of newly-acquired oil over Lily's haunches, massaging it into her hide with firm, powerful circular motions. Lily crooned happily again, and her hips rolled slowly in response, seemingly torn between pushing towards the massage of her hips and haunches and that of her trainer rubbing around her cheeks and chin.

There was a curt knock at the door, and Keith looked up.

Tara frowned deeply, and grumbled darkly under her breath for a moment. “It's not locked!" she called.

The door opened, and someone in a neatly-pressed uniform leaned in. “Hello ma'am, your presence is required with Prism."

“Is he being a diva again?" Tara asked, grumbling.

The man gave no clear response either way, but his expression was telling.

“Oh for the love of…" Tara sighed, and then strode around the table and began washing her hands in the basin hurriedly. “I'm sorry Keith, but I'm going to have to go, my primarina is being a diva, again."

“Oh, that's no good," Keith responded helplessly, as the contest employee left, closing the door behind him. “You can just leave Lily in here on her own?"

“She's a pokemon, not a child," Tara said with a thin smile.

“Oh, well… yes," Keith responded lamely, moving to scratch his head before remembering that he had oil over both hands and deciding better.

Tara fell into an annoyed silence, and Keith just stood awkwardly next to the table until Lily nudged him with her tail, arching an eyebrow at him expectantly. With a chuckle, he lifted his hands again, rubbing a palm smoothly down Lily's spin, from the back of her neck all the way to the midpoint of her tail.

“So how long is it going to take you to… 'take care' of your primarina?" Keith asked blankly, rubbing around Lily's neckfrill with his fingers.

Tara frowned, drying her hands on some paper towel and then tossing them into the bin. “Not sure. Anywhere up to an hour, depending on how big of a diva he feels like being at the moment."

“Arceus, he's that bad?"

Tara nodded. “Worse, usually. He has an amazing voice and he knows it, and he leverages it a little bit to cause issues whenever he feels like I'm spending too much time with my other pokemon."

“Well geeze," Keith sympathized. “If you want… I could just stay here and finish oiling up Lily."

“No," Tara said immediately, shaking her head. “I don't trust you enough for that."

“But you trust enough to leave the door unlocked for any random person to wander in?" Keith asked blankly.

“That's hardly the same, Lily would watergun them right back out the door if they did something she didn't like."

“And she could probably do the same to me," Keith pointed out, rubbing his palm down the length of the vaporeon's body again. Lily looked up at him, and gave him a sweet smile, spritzing a tiny splash of water against his cheek.

Tara heaved a slight sigh. “Look, I want to trust you, and Lily obviously likes you but… why do you have a black eye?"

Keith lifted a hand to touch at his cheek, remembering what he must look like. “Oh, I got into a fight."

“Well at least you didn't 'walk into a door'," Tara responded bluntly. “Generally speaking, the people who get into enough trouble to get punched in the face aren't the top of the list of people you want to leave alone with your pokemon."

“Wow blame the victim much?" Keith playfully responded, laughing.

“Were you the victim?" Tara asked bluntly.

“Not really," Keith said truthfully. “I got into a fight over a pokemon. Thought I could take him. I could not."

“Well at least you're honest," Tara said, peering at him searchingly.

Keith shrugged. “You don't seem like you miss a trick. I doubt I'd be able to tell you a lie without you catching it."

“Either very observant or very ingratiating," Tara added, squinting at him suspiciously, before she shrugged. “You're right though. Lily could beam you out the door if you do anything to her. So I'm going to trust you."

Tara reached into her jacket, and drew a small tablet out, powering it on. “Give me your ID, so I can find you later, mostly. But you can also call me if you need to know anything or anything happens."

“Uh sure," Keith said, fishing out his own tablet.

---

Even in the contest sphere; a place where extraordinary pokemon were flaunted every day, the sight of a 6-foot-tall lycanroc turned heads. She was easily the largest lycanroc any of them had ever seen, and several people took candid pictures of her as she stomped through the crowd. She knew where she was going, and walked with a purpose, so people stepped out of her way. She was so evidently a pokemon contestant that nobody paid any mind to her sitting down and waiting outside the contest hall, watching everyone coming and going with narrowed red eyes.

---

Lily crooned happily as Keith rubbed both hands down her chest and belly, moving his oily strokes from the inner parts of her forepaws and then down the sides of her chest to meet in the middle and make synchronized circular motions across her belly. He had shifted the vaporeon over onto her back so he could get the other half of her body, and she was facing away from him, propping herself up against his chest in what was almost a sitting position, though her thick tail made it impossible for her to 'sit' while leaning back like that. The tail itself trailed off the end of the table, flicking back and forth happily every time he found a spot where she liked to get touched.

Keith trailed his palms down her sleek stomach, giving her a little squeeze and then squinting down to make sure he wasn't missing any spots, buffing up her body to a luminous shine. With the way she was leaning back against him, she had her head against his shoulder, and her breathy whimpers and croons of delight were right in his ear.

Smiling, Keith reaching down for her hindlegs, grasping each one and working out towards the pads of her paws, making sure to get them a little slick with the oil, before working down the inner sides of her thighs. His gaze slid down her form, and the dispassionate part of his mind that was detachedly enjoying oiling up a cute vaporeon suddenly found itself warring with the porn-actor part of his brain.

The mound of Lily's cunny was quite apparent, showing as a rounded, streamlined rise in the sleek shape of her form at his current angle. With that slippery oil and just her general anatomy; the thickness of her tail, the concentration of muscles in her haunches, and her being a vaporeon, had Keith wondering just how tight she would be.

Mentally shaking himself, Keith tried to remember that Lily was a regular pokemon. She wasn't a porn actress, and almost definitely wasn't familiar with human-on-pokemon 'relationships'.

Lily's belly, hindlegs, tail, and her entire back were already done, so there was only one real part of her body that wasn't oiled to a gleaming shine. Keith slid his grasp down her body, and started oiling up the crease of her inner thighs, right where her legs met her body, kneading the oil into the soft, slippery hide with firm strokes of his thumb. A soft sigh left the vaporeon, and she parted her legs to give him easier access, thick tail slowly twitching back and forth, occasionally thudding against the end of the table.

Keith leaned over her a little bit further, bending Lily into a slightly unnatural angle, unable to help but watch with interest as he pressed his thumbs into the crease on either side of the mound of her cunny, the pressure spreading her just enough that he could glimpse a flash of pink hidden amongst the swell of blue flesh.

And then, Keith had to lean back again, carefully adjusting himself so that Lily wasn't laying directly back against his awakening erection.

Arceus, what was wrong with him? He'd just filled Tammy's muzzle to capacity not an hour earlier and now here he was raring and ready to go again with a stranger's innocent pokemon?

Keith slipped his hand down and covered the mound of Lily's cunny, slowly grinding the bottom of his palm against her lower belly, barely putting any pressure at all on the distinctive swell under his fingers. Lily shifted uncomfortably, her hindlegs swaying slightly in the air and tail thudding against the table as she heaved a huff and then stared at the wall.

Pulling back for a moment, Keith re-oiled his palms, and then slathered the vaporeon's belly and inner thighs with it, starting to rub it back into her flesh. He slid palms further down between her thighs, pausing there a moment. “Just uh… relax for a moment! I'll be done in a sec!" Keith tried to reassure.

Lily grumbled and nodded an acknowledgement, and then gasped softly as oiled-up palm found her cunny and pressed down with a firm pressure.

Keith gave a slow, circular rub over her flesh, unable to help but compare it to other pokemon. Lily definitely wasn't as soft as other pokemon. There was so soft flesh leading to a pliable entrance here, but rather a streamlined slit set into a mound of muscular flesh. He could feel the line of it against his palm, and it barely deformed as he bore down on her with his palm, just smooth, slippery outer flesh that covered up a muscular entrance that was, as far as he could tell by rubbing just his palm against her, incredibly tight.

With a twist of his wrist, Keith smoothed both of his thumbs down over her outer lips, staring at the wall unseeingly as he explored her shape with his fingers. Lily's tail twitched and thudded against the table, and he felt her muscles clenching down and shifting under his fingers. Her slit seemed to be almost featureless, with the right pressure and spreading, he managed to find her little clit, rubbing a thumb along it thoughtfully while a fingertip pressed against the base of that tight entrance, wondering how much strength would be required to spread her around it.

There was a few moments silence as Keith rubbed at Lily's tight little cunt, and it took him a surprisingly long time to realise that she was staring at him. And then, Keith realised with a start that he was essentially fingering a stranger's pokemon, and he paused, locking eyes with her.

Lily was staring at him with wide eyes, her chest heaving and one hindleg twitching in the air, muzzle parted so she could pant softly and a glowing blush spread across both cheeks.

Keith gave her a sheepish smile, trying to think of some response he could give. But when no words were forthcoming, he instead opted to give a slow, careful rub of his thumb against Lily's clit.

A long shudder passed down Lily's form, and her face slacked slightly, her eyes clouding and drifting closed, and she made absolutely no attempt to stop him.

Emboldened, Keith scooped up the bottle of oil with his free hand, and turned it up to squirt some directly onto Lily's belly, leaving a line of cool liquid across her flesh. She curled to peer at it, bemused, before squeaking in surprise as Keith gathered up a decent amount of it and then smeared it over the mound of her cunny. He massaged it in with powerful strokes of his palm, before one of his fingers slid down to her entrance, and, slick with the oil, started to sink inside her!

Even with the oil as a slippery lubricant, it was intensely hard to overcome the sheer tightness of Lily's outer lips, and Keith's finger slipped off her once or twice before he pressed it against her and added more pressure, giving direct force and putting more power into it until her resistance relented and his fingertip slid into the slippery depths of vaporeon cunny.

Lily quivered, grasping Keith's wrist with both of her paws, her tail thwacking repeatedly against the edge of the table as his finger sank into her. It wasn't quite the same as Tammy's tightness; that soft entrance with squeezing flesh that hugged around his fingers after overcoming her initial resistance. Lily's tightness was deep, with those powerful muscles that controller her tail giving an almost unyielding entrance that had to be teased and prodded open for every tiny bit deeper he wanted to go.

“Fucking hell," Keith whispered against the vaporeon's neck, squeezing her closer against him, his free hand finding her left haunch, wrapping fingertips around the back of one hindleg to help hold her steady and keep her hindlegs spread so that he could grind his digit deeper inside her.

Lily arched up, stiffening and giving a low croon, her paws squeezing his wrist all the more intently and tail thudding urgently against the table as Keith slowly rubbed his thumb against her clit.

Keith scowled slightly at the tightness that was impossible to sink past, and slipped his finger out of her. He gripped around her tail instead, and used it to spin the vaporeon around until her tail thudded against his hip. With her back oiled up, she spun quite easily, and only gave a dismayed 'v-vapo!' of protest, before immediately silencing herself at the glower Keith was giving her.

One of Keith's hands moved to her stomach, helping hold her steady, while he jammed two of his fingers against that tight entrance, adding much more pressure and force behind them this time seeing as he could put the weight of his arm behind it now. His gaze trailed down her form, able to see quite clearly now where his fingers were spreading her. He 'pulsed' the pressure of his fingers, sinking them in against her hard and relentless, before backing off to give her a moment to breathe. Each time, she loosened a little bit further, until, with a grin of lustful triumph and a twist of his fingers, he overcame her resistance and sank the two digits inside her to the knuckle.

Lily shuddered, forepaws flying to her muzzle to stifle a wanton groan, her entire body giving a little quiver as she stared up at him, her tail curling reflexively around his hip and the heavy flukes thudding against his back, while tight, powerful inner muscles squeezed and clenched around his fingers on reflex.

“Ready?" Keith asked, staring down at her, licking his lips.

Lily stared up at him, swallowing audibly and then giving a short, firm nod.

A wanton moan left the vaporeon as Keith suddenly started to work his fingers in and out of her, working with short, powerful motions, dragging them out of her just until the first joints were visible and then cramming them back inside her, even as his other hand slid down so that his thumb could rub slowly against her clit. Her entire body spasmed and clenched around his working digits, squeezing around the slippery, lubricated intruders as she bit down on the edge of a paw helplessly, cheeks still visibly pinkened.

Keith leaned over her further, working her clit with his thumb in time with the firm presses of his fingers, working on getting them as deep as possible. She was gradually loosening up to him, relaxing in every sense of the word. It seemed she had a much greater degree of control over that tight squeezing entrance than any pokemon Keith had been with, because as she started to relax and get into it more, her entrance loosened, permitting him to work against her easier, grinding his fingers deep inside her and then curling them slightly to press against forbidden reaches deep inside.

Lily quivered wildly, and one of her hindlegs pressed against his chest, her paws sliding down to try and grasp at his own or cover her cunny, only opening her eyes once or twice and blushing at the way he was watching her spread around his fingers. Her entire body was starting to tense and quiver harder, and Keith just bore down harder, straightening his fingers and starting to jab them into her over and over again, timing his motions to coincide with the wild clenches starting deep in her body.

There was the sound of a door clicking behind Keith, and he yanked his fingers out of the vaporeon, remembering in one chilling instant that the door was unlocked! He whirled, and tried to cover Lily's with a forearm, while Lily herself gave a protesting 'vapo!' either that he had stopped or that someone had opened the door.

A younger trainer and her braixen were standing in the door, the trainer absorbed in her phone, staring down at the screen, while the braixen looked back and forth between Keith and Lily with a wide-eyed, staring look.

The trainer looked up, and blinked once. “Oh, sorry, wrong room," she said casually, and then turned around, leaving as abruptly as she came.

The braixen stared from Lily to Keith, and there was a hint of excitement on her face before her trainer dragged her way.

The soft murmur of the crowd outside the room was suddenly intensely loud, and Keith realised that he was screwing around with a pokemon that he had met not a half hour previously and wasn't even a porn actor! With a shudder, he moved towards the door, hesitating with his hand on the handle.

He really should stop. Just finish oiling up Lily in the most g-rated way possible and then ring Tara and let her know that her pokemon was ready to go on stage.

Lily watched Keith intently, her paws covering her oil-slick, lubricated pussy, shielding it from the view of anyone that might walk past the ajar door. She stared at him, her tail giving a half-hearted flick, while the seconds slowly ticked by.

And then Keith closed the door.

And Lily blushed harder as she heard him lock it.

Keith ambled back over to the table, and Lily stared up at him, hesitantly removing her paws, blushing even harder as his gaze trailed down her body to her exposed outer lips. She stared down at his hand almost expectantly, but then gave a look of visible confusion as Keith's hand moved not back between her thighs as she thought it would, but to his own front.

Lily's eyes bulged and her blush returned tenfold as Keith opened the front of his pants and let them drop, the heavy, stiff length of his cock suddenly revealed, bobbing up and down in the air right between her spread hindlegs!

Keith smiled down at her, reaching beside her to pick up that bottle of oil, one of his hands lightly touched at her inner thigh as he moved to straddle her thick tail, letting his thumb slip in and touch at one side of the mound of her cunny, and then spread her. He could only get her to spread just the tiniest amount, but it was enough for him to push the bottle of oil against her and then squirt a line of it directly inside her tight little pussy!

A protesting 'v-vapo' was voiced, and Lily pushed a paw down to try and cover herself again, blushing furiously, watching with wide eyes as Keith shifted to straddle her tail properly and then ground the underside of his stiff cock directly against her thoroughly-lubed cunny.

“Eon!" Lily gasped, staring down the length of her own body, transfixed by the sight of Keith's stiff cock pressed against her pussy. He leaned forward, grinding against her slowly, letting the underside push against her and smear the oil across the bottom of his cock, leaving it shiny and slick.

Keith ground against her heatedly, using his feet for balance mostly, unable to lean over her all the way for fear of losing his gripping with how slippery everything was getting. “Do you want it?" he asked, staring down at her intently.

Lily flushed violently, and flicked her gaze from him, down to the head of his cock which was visible against her belly, and then back again, giving a long, quivering shudder.

Smirking, Keith slid his hands down, gripping the vaporeon's haunches, his fingers curling over the front of her thighs for purchase as he adjusted himself until his tip slid into position. He gave Lily another moment or two to stop him, before he rolled his hips and then put all his weight behind the press of his cock, grinding it against that tight, lubed-up entrance.

Tight muscles squeezed against his tip, barring him entry, and Keith had to grind forwards firmly, rolling his hips and then heaving against the vaporeon, both of them gasping as his tip suddenly overcame her resistance and sank two full inches inside her. With her initial resistance overcome, Keith gave in to his lustful instinct and lunged forwards, giving a series of sudden, powerful humps to bury as much of himself inside her as he could, spreading that usually-streamlined cunny wide with those stabbing humps, burying himself inside her until only the last two inches of his cock were throbbing angrily outside of her body.

Keith grunted faintly, gripping Lily's hips a little harder and rocking back and forth fitfully. She was so incredibly, overwhelmingly tight. Even with the slippery oil allowing him passage, she squeezed around him so tight and intently that it made his cock ache. Growling, he drew back and then gave a powerful shove deep inside the vaporeon, burying himself back to that same depth again.

Lily arched up, and her paws pushed against his chest on reflex, eyes wide and muzzle parted in a silent moan, her tail twitching and then slapping against him as it curled up against his back.

Bearing down with all of his weight, Keith managed to sink another sliver of his cock inside Lily's incredibly tight pussy before realising that he wasn't going to be able to get it all inside. With a shudder, he leaned over, sliding his hands up higher to grip her as he put more of his weight on her body, and then started to hump into her properly.

Immediately, Lily pushed her forepaws against his chest, her eyes widening and a sudden loud, wavering note of delight leaving her, in time with the sudden thrusts Keith was slamming into her body. He had to fuck her. No more foreplay or uncertainty. He had to go balls-deep in the vaporeon and pound her until she was a well-fucked, drooling mess.

Keith leaned over Lily properly, and started to pound her with deep, lunging humps, actively trying to bury more of his cock inside her, rocking her back and forth with the slippery humps, the mess of oil drooling from her thoroughly-stuffed cunt beginning to mix with her own lubrication. Her tail curled and slapped against his back and shoulders, and each flex and twist of it caused muscles in her body to squeeze around Keith's cock in interesting ways, altering the sensation of each of his thrusts, which just encouraged him to fuck her all the harder.

Keith's progress was slowed, and then almost entirely halted as Lily clenched around him and arched up, her entire body tensing and her paws grasping at his shirt so hard she tore the fabric. She cried out aloud, hindlegs squeezing him hard and urgent as she orgasmed around him. She was so tight now that it was almost impossible for Keith to slip in or out, and so he held himself mostly-buried inside her and slipped a hand down her body, smirking at her as he gave slow rubs against her clit to prolong her orgasm, just enjoying the way she squeezed and milked around his cock in her pleasure.

After several long moments, Lily started to come down, looking dazed and confused, and Keith gave her only a moment to get her bearings before he bore down on her again. Eager hands gripped her hips, and he lunged into rapid, deep humps, rocking her back and forth and edging deeper and deeper inside her with each rolling shove of his hips.

“V-vapo! Vapo!" Lily whimpered, paws alternatively between pushing at his chest and grasping at her own muzzle, obviously quite unaccustomed to this kind of thing. Keith didn't even hesitate in his thrusts, urgently stuffing her with powerful, deep rocking motions that drew back just far enough to put all of his weight behind the next thrust and then sink deep enough to try and spread her around the last inch of his cock that had failed to penetrate her so far.

Lily curled back and forth helplessly, biting one of her paws, and then sliding her free paw down her body to rub urgently at her little clit, rocking her hips up into Keith's thrusts eagerly, eyes clenched closed and her hindlegs squeezing at him encouragingly.

With a snarl, Keith leaned over her and gave a series of rough humps, putting all of his weight behind the motions, powering through the vaporeon's tightness to finally, finally sink the last inch of himself inside her. His balls rested against her tailbase as he held there, balls-deep inside her, every last sliver of his cock throbbing and pulsing urgently inside her, her outer lips spread all the way down to kiss at the base of his cock.

Lily tensed up, biting down on her paw again and then rubbing urgently at herself, her hips arching and quivering, tight depths squeezing and coaxing and milking around the cock buried inside her as she orgasmed again.

Keith stared down at her, waiting for her to come down from her orgasm, her milking cunny almost threatening to send him over the edge himself. He bit down on his tongue, trying to stave off his orgasm, and rocked his hips against her lightly. “Ah fuck, Lily… I'm gonna fucking cum in you," he growled, giving a firm rock of his hips against her to illustrate his point.

Lily looked up at him with hazy eyes, taking a few moments to register what he said, before her eyes widened and she blushed furiously, looking from him, to between her legs, and back again.

“Do you want that?" Keith asked, squeezing her middle with his hands as he drew back and then gave a firm hump, before holding himself, grinding hilt-deep inside her.

A soft whimper left the vaporeon, and she shuddered from nose to tail-flukes, looking away and staring at the wall, her cheeks burning pink. “V-vapo!" she confirmed after a moment, meeting his gaze long enough to give excited, urgent, embarrassed nods, and then carefully looking at the ceiling.

Keith wasted no time in leaning over the willing vaporeon, lunging into sudden urgent humps, drawing back and then shoving forwards all the way to the hilt. Lily cried out in delight, and her paws came up to rest on his shoulders, her tail starting to curl and thud again as Keith settled into his final eager pace.

Eager motions of Keith's hips rocked the vaporeon back and forth, and her tail curled and thudded against him, causing inner flesh to squeeze around him as he shoved his stiffened, quivering cock inside her over and over again. Slick rivulets of warm vaporeon liquids were replacing the mess of oil now, drooling down over her tailbase and coating the entirety of his cock. Lily's cunny clenched around him tighter, and he just fucked her harder, gritting his teeth and powering through her tightness, his motions slowing slightly but becoming no more urgent.

As Lily started to clench around him for the third and final time, Keith had to put all his weight behind his motions to overcome her tightness, building up to a powerful shove that overcame her resistance and then shoved balls-deep inside her, only to draw back and have to repeat the process. Each time he tunneled through that overbearing tightness to bury himself in her deepest reaches, he felt his orgasm slip a tiny bit closer, only to ebb away when he was forced to grind and push against that tightly-squeezing cunny for several long moments just to get back inside her.

With a cry of delight, Lily climaxed around him again, her body rippling around him wildly, and Keith snarled as he gripped her and gave sudden wild, heedless thrusts into her body, using the last of his dwindling strength to rut her senseless.

Powerful shoves of his hips overcame her tightness, sinking between the rhythm of her rippling, pulsating cunt clenching down around him, and with his own cry of delight he lunged against her and buried himself balls-deep in the vaporeon, holding tight there and gasping as she milked and clenched around him. It was almost too much to bear, especially as the first heavy blasts of human spunk splashed against her deepest reaches, and her tight little cunny coaxed around him, milking and tugging at his cock and demanding more of his rich essence come forth to flood her.

Keith grunted and ground against her helplessly, toes clenching as he emptied spurt after spurt of thick human spunk deep inside, flooding Lily's tight cunny with those urgent bursts. Her inner walls squeezed and clenched around him wildly, and quickly overwhelmed him with the sensations. He would have drawn back and pulled free, but between the wild, impossibly-tight squeezes of her around him and her hindlegs clenching around him, and the oil stopping him from being able to get good purchase on the table, it was practically impossible. He was stuck there with a torturous delight of tight vaporeon cunt milking him utterly dry.

After what felt like an eternity, both Lily and Keith relaxed, and Keith gingerly drew back from her, gasping as he managed to disengage. Immediately, a thick rush of cum started to drool from the thoroughly-stuffed vaporeon cunny, and he took a moment to admire his handiwork while simultaneously wondering if he'd managed to cause any lasting harm. His cock was tingling and aching in a way that wasn't entirely pleasant and he felt a familiar feeling he associated with 'attract' being used on him.

“Vaaaaa…" Lily groaned, attempting to lift her head so she could peer down her body and then just collapsing back, flat against the table.

“I know exactly what you mean," Keith groaned, sprawling out beside her to try and catch his breath.

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After a rather long clean-up session and a careful rebuffing session with Lily to get her oil back to a more uniform state, Keith big the vaporeon farewell and then headed out into the V.I.P area again. The main events were starting soon and if he wanted to watch any of them, he'd have to find a seat.

Aleda was finally free of the ink bucket, and was sitting, with her tails curled around herself in a way that wasn't entirely natural, the purple tips fanned out in front of her paws so she could carefully pretend not to be actively admiring them. Alice, Atlas and Lucia were there as well, and seemed to be waiting for him.

“Had fun, did you?" Alice asked, eyeing his strange gait.

“Oh, I just helped loosen up a vaporeon for the show!" Keith said as truthfully as he dared in mixed company.

Sandra peered at him from behind the counter of the ink shop, but didn't say anything, instead sliding over a bill for him to pay.

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By the time Keith and the rest of the group found seating to watch the shows, Keith was almost ready to sleep. After toying with a vulpix and a vaporeon within the span of just an hour or so, he was almost exhausted.

Lily's exhibition came and went, and she looked positively stunning, and most of all, relaxed. Her poise was perfect, and under the bright lights, the water glistening off her 'dance' looked incredible.

It gave Keith some kind of dark amusement that his screwing the vaporeon might have actually helped relax her enough to perform better.

When all was said and done however, Lily only came second, losing to a 'fire puppeteer' braixen, who had made an entire story out of flaming shapes in the air above the stage. Lily looked disheartened at not getting the winning prize, but Keith caught a glimpse of them past the curtain, with Tara proudly hanging the second-place ribbon around the vaporeon's neck and hugging her like she had won first prize.

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As the main 'Tier 1' contests were winding down, the sun had already set. A chill was in the air, and the salty brine was becoming entirely unpleasant.

“I hope you figured out a place for us to stay," Keith stated as they stepped outside the contest hall. “I didn't have a chance to book a room or anything."

“Oh there's always vacancies at the big hotel over there," Alice said, pointing with a finger to a multi-tier building a ways down the road. “There's always space around the contest halls. Unless it's the yearly grand finals for contests, and then you won't be able to rent a cardboard box in an alley."

“Oh sweet, well lead the way," Keith said, resting a hand on Aleda's mane and lightly rubbing through her fur. Aleda gave a happy noise and pressed against his touch, brushing one of her tails against his arm warmly.

“Keith," Alice said, her voice rising slightly.

“Mnf?" Keith responded, only half paying attention.

“Keith!" Alice said, sharper.

Keith looked up, to find a hulking figure standing in the road before them.

Fayah.

Her distinctive mohawk was lit by the streetlights, and people were giving her a wide berth.

Keith felt a jolt of energy, and straightened, looking behind the lycanroc and trying to pick out the figure of James standing nearby. “I am way too tired for a fight right now…" he groaned.

Alice stepped up, with Lucia and Atlas beside her, and Aleda took position next to Keith.

Fayah dropped her stance, almost down on her paws and knees as she tried to minimize her stature, carefully half-crawling towards the group. Her heavy fists thudded against the street as she moved, and everyone carefully sidestepped to let her pass as she made a beeline for Keith.

Keith was completely unsure what was happening, and Aleda growled warningly.

Fayah flattened her ears back, and then came to a stop some distance in front of Keith, resting on her knees and then staring at him with a look that all but begged him to come closer.

Confused and more than a little wrong-footed, Keith stepped over closer to her, until he could almost reach out and touch her. “Where's your collar?" he asked automatically, noticing how bare her neck looked. The fur was matted down and a different shade entirely from the rest of her, drawing attention to the missing accoutrement.

“Lycan," Fayah responded softly. She lifted one of her paws, and then carefully turned it up, opening it to reveal her pokeball.

Keith blinked, unsure. “Is that…?" he stated, but the marks and scratches on the old worn pokeball were easily recognizable. There was no doubt it was her ball.

“Lycan…" Fayah said, hanging her head.

Keith reached for the pokeball, but Fayah drew it back immediately, holding it protectively against her chest.

“Keith," Alice started, worried.

Keith held a hand up to silence her.

Fayah stared at him, watching him carefully, still holding her pokeball tight

Keith reached for her paw, and she whimpered, but allowed him to lead her paw. He turned it slightly to the side, opening her arms, and then stepped between them to wrap his own arms around her in a hug.

Fayah tensed up, her ears flattening back and her short tail giving an uncertain flick back and forth.

“I understand," Keith soothed, squeezing her in his warm hug. “You hold onto your ball until you're ready."

Fayah frowned, and rested her chin heavily on his shoulder, before she suddenly wrapped both paws around him in a huge so fierce and tight that Keith had trouble breathing.

“L-lycan," Fayah murmured, sniffling slightly, though she didn't allow any tears to come to her eyes.

Keith wasn't very good at understanding Fayah yet, but that one was easy enough for him to understand:

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