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It was daylight. Brooke had just awoken, but she didn’t open her eyes—until she didn’t feel Parker under her.

She lifted her head from the pillow, brushed her hair aside, and looked around the fairly dark room due to covered curtains and a shut door. She had no idea how he’d slipped from under her without waking her.

She let her face hit the pillow and closed her eyes again. “Do I feel better?” she muttered groggily. Brooke didn’t want to think about it. She wanted today to be a good day. It would be one between hanging out with Parker’s coworkers and her own this evening.

She erased her shame and shifted to sit up, crawling off the bed and standing. With a yawn and a stretch off her heels, she snagged her Silph watch, fit it on her wrist, then left the room and headed toward the restroom but stopped after the smell of breakfast wafting through the air hit her nose.

With a grin, she turned around and stopped before the kitchen, where her grin turned instantly into a stammered giggle at the sight before her.

Parker stood before the stove and flipped something in a pan; Luma sat on the counter at a short distance, leaned over while watching curiously. After a moment, he said something to her and handed her the spatula, which she took and held in her mouth while he went over to the fridge.

Luma glanced around a bit until her eyes landed on Brooke. Her eyes lit up. “Vhf!” she cried with her mouth full of spatula handle.

Parker stood and turned around with a stick of butter and an egg, which he set on the counter. “Morning,” he said.

“What are you two up to?” She walked over with a smile.

“Cooking.” He shared a kiss with her and chuckled during it after she pushed his shoulder.

Brooke stepped back. “Smartass.” She went over to Luma and patted her head. “Morning, Lulu.”

“Vhm,” Luma replied,

“She’s been my little helper. Took your place since you slept in,” Parker said and returned to the stove, which Brooke peeked over at.

“Omelet?”

“Yours. Grab a plate.”

Brooke moved aside to open and reach into a cabinet, grabbing two plates and two sets of utensils from a drawer below.

Parker glanced over at her. His eyes shot to her wrist. “Finally set that thing up?”

She set everything on the counter and leaned her hip against it. “Kind of. Still need to add my accounts and everything.” She looked over at the hall and started toward it. “Be back. I’m gonna shower and all that.”

He turned the stove’s dial to dim the fire. “What’s the style today?”

She stopped and slightly turned. “For my hair? High ponytatail, maybe?”

“Can’t wait to see it.”

“So you can can call it cute?”

“How’d you know?” He smirked.

She rolled her eyes. “Cause you think everything’s–”

They both shot their eyes at the floor after hearing a light pahp and saw the spatula that Luma once held on it.

Luma looked over the counter.

Parker crouched to pick it up and patted Luma’s head. “Lost your grip, huh? You didn’t have to hold it forever.”

“Px…”

---

After Brooke freshened up, ate with Parker, and brought some swimming clothing along, they were on the road heading toward the inner city. She was riding passenger in shorts and a tight, long-sleeved top.

“What is this gonna be? Drinks or anything?” Brooke asked while signing into her email on her watch.

“Shouldn’t be. It’s not a party or anything,” Parker said. “Like I said, just a hangout. We don’t even have to stay for long.”

She tapped her watch’s screen. “Not really in the mood to swim either, but we’ll see.”

The drive took just over thirty minutes, give or take, and an extra few to find the house and park at a curb since the driveway gate was closed.

Brooke grabbed her bikini and got out of the car with Parker, strolling the sidewalk while looking around the neighborhood. “What area is this?”

The trees dotting the sidewalk were a rich, fluffy green; the grass patches were trimmed, and the homes were sizable, often comprising multiple stories, appealing yards, and pricey cars.

“?Olu?olu,” Parker replied. “Considered one of the nicest neighborhoods in Hau’oli.”

“And… which of your coworkers live here?”

“You’ll see in a sec. It’s right up here.”

Brooke followed him past a couple of more homes and through a closed gate with an open door to a two-story residence with a stone-tiled driveway.

The front door was open too, which Parker simply walked through.

“Uh–” She stopped before it at first but entered after him—her eyes were met with instant extravagance.

The lobby’s glossy flooring was a polished white, and plants and exotic vases sat on stands against the walls leading to a flight of spiral stairs to the second floor.

As she ran her eyes along the railing, she spotted something between the gaps that played a grin across her lips—a buizel. It sat on the floor and held the arms, staring directly at her with its face squished between them. She raised her hand and waved.

“Babe.”

Brooke looked over at Parker, who was in the kitchen with four other people around the same age standing around an island in the center: three guys and a girl, a mix of Alolans and Accordians. “Oh…” She paced over.

“Hey,” one of the guys said in an Alolan accent and extended a hand. “Brooke, right?”

“Mhm, you?” She took and shook his hand.

“Lucky guy.” He snickered, which Parker grinned at. “You can call me Keoni. You three wanna introduce yourselves?” He glanced at everyone.

After Brooke acquainted with everyone, they were all in the living room—just as extravagant.

The carpeting was fluffy, a velvety couch circled the room and encompassed a long glass table in the center, and a few open wardrobes shelved with carved silver figurines of various gym leaders and legendaries from Alola sat against the walls.

There was also a sliding glass door leading to what she assumed was the pool.

Everyone sat on the couch except for the woman who sat on the arm and one of the guys standing while leaning over the back. Some held waters.

“No, but we do need new jobs,” the woman said.

“I like it,” Parker said with his arm around Brooke, who was leaning on his chest while tapping at her watch. “But what are you looking for?”

“Change of pace, maybe an office job,” she said.

“Twice as boring,” one of the guys said.

She glowered at him. "Unlike you, Dan, I don't wanna sell clothes to snooty people for the rest of my existence."

“Could go for a barista, maybe a waitress like Brooke here,” Keoni said and nodded at Brooke.

She glanced at him from her watch, then shifted her eyes to Parker.

Keoni chuckled. “Yeah, Parker talks about you. It’s like he still has a crush.”

Brooke was about to reply, but a familiar orange blur moving in the corner of her eye made her turn her head to see an approaching buizel walking on all fours, though it stood as it neared.

In seconds, everyone’s eyes were on it, with a couple of grins at the sight, including Brooke’s.

“Huh, Wai,” Keoni said. “Told you to stay upstairs, lolo.”

Brooke watched the buizel only stare at Keoni. “His– or her name’s Wai?”

Parker groaned. “I know that word, but it isn’t coming to me.”

“Liquid,” the Alolan guy said. “Pretty creative.”

Keoni raised his hand. “Don’t blame me. I didn’t name him.”

The girl got off the arm and crouched, kissing at Wai. “C’mere, bui bui.”

Wai didn’t hesitate, padding over and nudging at her palms while she petted him.

“Don’t fall for it, Leili. He pretends to be cute,” Keoni said.

“Nah way. I can tell he's sweet and misunderstood,” Leili replied while rubbing his cheeks; Wai placed his forepaw on her wrist and inched closer to her leg. “Secretly vicious or what?”

Keoni sighed. “Something like that.”

Wai received a few more moments of affection before Keili had her fill and sat back on the couch’s arm.

Meaning he was free and without affection, and Brooke couldn’t possibly resist a second longer with him standing before her eyes, so she leaned over and reached her hands toward him while beckoning with her fingers.

“Seriously you two, I wouldn’t,” Keoni said while watching.

It seemed Wai and Brooke ignored the warning, as the buizel made his way over to her still-open arms.

She slid her hands under his arms and picked him up. “Mhf.” She placed him in her lap and held his sides, running gentle circles through his fur with her nails. She couldn’t help but focus on the fact that his testes rested on her skin. She felt their warmth on her thigh.

“She’s a pokésitter,” Parker said. “Think she can handle it.”

“You told me, but I don’t think she sits pokémon like this weirdo,” Keoni replied.

“What do you–” Brooke felt something warm touching her thigh—other than his testes—and slightly widened her eyes upon looking between his legs.

Keoni chuckled and stood, pacing over and pulling Wai from Brooke’s lap while the buizel muttered something. “Yeah, sorry about that.” He set Wai down by the living room exit and waved him off. “Back upstairs. Stay up until later.”

Brooke swallowed. “It’s– it’s fine.”

“He gets a hard-on the moment he touches a woman?” Leili asked with an ensuing giggle. “Glad it wasn’t me who got traumatized.”

“Doesn’t matter the species. That buizel is horny too often, but he does seem to latch onto women more. You guys have no idea what I deal with.” Keoni ensured Wai was going back up before returning to the couch. “That’s why I don’t let him around company. Locking the door next time.”

"Could get him help," Dan said while studying Wai. "Why's he like that?"

"I took him after my mom passed two years back, so I've no clue. As far as I remember, he didn't have the issue under her care. I oughta take him to a professor for an evaluation, though. I'm just lazy."

As they talked, an unwanted warmth stirred between Brooke’s legs after that interaction. Her mind replayed what she’d seen—Wai’s tip, and Arceus, he was too cute to top it off.

“You got any games or anything? Could be fun,” one of the guys said as the current conversation faded rather quickly.

“Yeah, uh…” Keoni shrugged. “You guys like cards?”

After everyone agreed, Keoni got up to get them while the group found things to discuss.

Brooke? More or less involved, but her mind was on none other than Wai. She couldn’t shake that buizel from her depraved mind no matter how hard she tried after seeing a mere glimpse of his member.

It made her want to squeeze her reeling head. Wai cycling her mind started to flush her cheeks as she got hotter, the fact that there was, in fact, a horny buizel alone upstairs. “S-Sorry, is there a restroom here?” she asked Keoni after he returned with a deck of cards.

He pointed. “There’s a guest one down the hall, but a better one exists upstairs if you wanna check it out.”

“Thanks. Be back.” She hated that he’d given her the option. “Play a game without me.” She got up and went around the couch to enter the lobby, following the stairs with her eyes.

“Fuck, Brooke, don’t…” she whispered with a tight throat. “Do nott.” But the rising tingly warmth between her legs that made her suck her bottom lip urged her like nothing else, as if tugging her legs to continue.

So, she walked to the stairs and took one step; the rest followed until she reached the top.

Compared to the rest of the home, the second floor was rather bare. Other than a few pricey looking paintings hanging on the walls, it was just a few shut doors that she passed leading to a corridor holding a few more.

All of them were open—the first of which was the restroom.

Brooke glanced back after hearing a burst of laughter echo from downstairs before peeking inside. “Nice, actually.”

It was spacious with just-as-fluffy carpeting as the living room, had a huge jetted shower with seating, and a fancy sink.

“Now where’s…” Her voice drifted as she looked past the restroom; she continued past it and looked inside another room, which had a massive, stocked bookshelf, cornered away, a desk cluttered with papers, and shelves of miscellaneous collectibles.

Passing that and looking into the next room, she froze and stood on her tippy toes with full eyes. Before her was an appealing bedroom, but what she saw happening inside—she couldn’t have expected.

Wai stood behind an uncovered pillow by the top of the bed, humping what looked like the space between the pillowcase.

He gripped it tightly, creasing the fabric with his paws and claws. His eyes were scrunched and head lowered.

She watched him lean over while thrusting against the pillow and tugging it in his hold. She shifted her awestruck gaze to his hips and curt motions.

“Mh.” The warmth between her legs spurred to a complete and utter burning arousal. She tensed her thighs and rubbed them together. “W-Wai?” she called; her voice slightly shook.

“Bh–” he flinched and abruptly stopped moving, his tails shot upright, and his eyes popped. He pulled out of the pillow and stepped back while staring at Brooke with a heaving chest.

She giggled under a subtle smile and watched him desperately attempt to cover his erection with his paws. “You’re fine, Wai.” Brooke briefly leaned back to look down the hall. “I see you’re… relieving yourself. Thinking of me?”

Wai blinked, keeping his bewildered expression.

“You didd get hard on me, ‘ae?” She grew her smile.

He gulped, barely nodding.

Brooke sighed a little and faded her smile. She really didn’t have the time. “I’m going to the restroom down the hall, but if you want something better than a pillow…” She tilted her head at him.

With that, she slipped away to the restroom and entered. She left the door open and sat atop the toilet’s cover, crossing one leg over the other.

In less than a minute, her eyes shot to an orange paw reaching around and grabbing the doorframe, followed by Wai poking his head inside and tensing up at the sight of Brooke.

“There you are.” Her smile returned. She waved him in with her hand and crouched on the floor.

“Bui…” Wai stepped into view, his member still entirely exposed with pre pricking at its tip, and took a few more steps, stopping before her.

She reached and placed her hand on his head, rubbing it and scritching his cheek. Her eyes were on his cute features, but they especially focused on his erection. “You’ve done this before, haven’t you?”

Wai timidly nodded, taking furtive glances at her face but otherwise looking to either side of her.

“Also assuming you haven’t with a human?”

“Buh ui.” He nodded.

"Oh, you have?" Brooke raised her brows. "Guessing it was a while back? All you have are pillows and your imagination now, huh?"

His eyes slightly downcast.

“Poor boy... Hmm.” Brooke stood and went to the door. Listening closely, she could still hear hints of chatter and giggles downstairs. They weren’t thinking about her, right? Especially not Parker, right?

She grimaced. The less time she spent contemplating whether she should fuck this buizel, the better—she shouldn’t, but she’d already lured Wai. He was waiting for her. Plus, she was beyond hot and wet. "Last time, Brooke. Just need it one more time."

She shut and locked the door, returning to Wai and sitting by him on the carpet. She raised her rear, held her shorts and panties, and slid them down her legs while he watched with curled forepaws and a timorous demeanor.

She bunched her shorts and panties at her ankles and sat her bare rear on the lush fabric, then pulled her shirt up to her collar. She giggled a little as Wai perked and swished his tails while gazing at her body. All over her. “Like? Women look nice, don’t they?” Brooke moved back and pressed her back to the tub. She shifted her rear down and pushed out enough to position her wet vulva toward him, spreading her knees and lowering her hand to rub her labia.

Wai moved faster this time and stepped over her pants to stand between her legs. He placed his paws on her upper thighs with his eyes on her vagina; his cock briefly stiffened upright in anticipation while he watched her play with herself, and the pre at his tip strung to the carpet. He gazed at her delicate labia moving against her fingertips, and when she spread her pussy lips to tease her inner folds and hole to his eyes, his expression formed a tinge of yearning; he reflexively moved his hips.

“I like the eagerness.” She reached her hand from her privates and rubbed his shaft while sucking her lip and pushing at the inside of her cheek with her tongue. She ran her digits along his glans and furry sac, which brought a subtle mewl from his mouth. “Because we’ll need to be really quick. Push in.” She moved her hand to the carpet and glanced at the door.

He shifted his hips, his tip an inch from her labia, but he stopped and leaned up to her face, opening his mouth—and nibbled at her nose, then nipped.

“Ee!” she squeaked and covered her nose with her hand after he pulled away with confused fluster spelled on his face. “Wh– what was?...” She lowered her hand. “Buizel stuff?”

He half-nodded, slowly.

She sucked her teeth. “Makes sense, but we don’t do buizel stuff, okay?” She grinned a little and scritched under his chin. “Push in.”

“Uz.” Wai pressed his tip between her folds and thrust to slip halfway inside her; with a slight wag of his tails and a tilt off his hind paws, he pushed his hips and slid in every inch with a stammered, pleased huff.

Brooke watched their hips meet, then drew her gaze to his open mouth and felt him drag and tuck his paws over her thighs, pressing his pads into her skin. “Uh-huh, I know.” She felt him buck against her, then begin thrusting.

“Hw, zhl…” Wai murmured while pumping his hips fast and tapping her thighs with smacks padded by his fur, driving his cock deep and receiving a luxurious, tender massage. He gritted his teeth and often jerked his hips with every other stroke, his breaths shaking. Again, his eyes, now flickering with pleasure, were all over her. He’d gaze at her thighs and draw up to her tummy and often her face.

Brooke didn’t know what to focus on either, nor did her hands. She placed one palm on his lower back just over the base of his tails to feel his motions and the pleased quiver in each; her other rubbed his head and the fur tuft atop. Her eyes either focused on his expressions or his tense cock ramming her tight pussy.

“Better than that pillow, cutie? Mhn,” she moaned after he gave several rougher thrusts with an accompanying groan, curling her fingers into his fur and arching against his claws prodding her skin. She loved witnessing it—adored it.

Nothing matched letting a pokémon fuck her, and after Dimmy and Glissa, she’d never needed it more.

Wai hissed through his teeth and snaked his paws up to lean in and hug her waist, shoving his hips against hers and thrusting deep with his eyes squeezed shut, his sac slapping against her ass. His cock pulsed wildly against her slick walls, surging with pleasure. “Uzzzhh…” he exhaled under a moan, his breaths rising.

His next thrust was rough enough to squelch her pussy and bring a soft gasp out of her. His breaths started to skip, and his pace waned, though he leveled them with curt, deliberate humps, giving subtle grunts during them.

“Fuckk.” Her breath rasped in her throat as he pulled his hips and slowly slid back inside until their hips pressed. She felt every inch. She felt his cock stiffen hard against her walls, felt his paws hold her tightly, and his arms quiver against her waist. “H-He’s…”

“Hzbuizell…” He snaked his arms around her waist more and squeezed her while pressing their hips and humping against her, holding his breath for several seconds at a time as her soaking embrace massaged his overstimulated glans.

Brooke held his cheek and bunched the fur on his back, pushing it in with her palm as he came. “Good, Wai. Feels good as fuckk, ‘ae?”

After he loosened up and huffed, breathing rapidly while slumping against her, she brought her hands under his arms and lifted him while pursing her lips and tightening her breaths, his length slipping out her pussy. He wasn’t light.

She kissed his head, then softly kissed his lips, ensuring to hold it for a few seconds, and then set him down, to which he stared up at her in a sweet daze. “Human stuff.”

He formed a shy grin and went back in to hug her, smooshing his cheek against her skin with a soft exhalation. He rubbed her with his paws, feeling her skin.

"So touchy." She giggled and scritched his side. “I really needed that, and so did you.” She smirked. “Didn’t think you’d finish that fast. Was it the eye candy, or was I that good?”

He let her go and stood, clasping his paws with his eyes aside. “Bh…”

“Ayh, it’s just fine. As long as you enjoyed yourself.” She looked at the door. “I should go back down, anyway.”

"Bh..." he murmured. His eyes slightly sunk.

So, she washed off over the sink, ensured no evidence of sex was present in the restroom or on Wai, and opened the door with a grimace.

No one was out in the hall. “Whew…” Brooke started toward the stairs and looked back, waving at Wai.

He awkwardly raised his paw as if mirroring her gesture and watched her turn and disappear around the corner.

She tried her best to fade the smile on her face while pacing down the stairs and did so when reentering the living room.

“Welcome back, babe,” Parker said.

Everyone else also glanced up from the cards they were holding.

“Thanks,” Brooke replied and sat herself back beside Parker, who pulled her close.

“We should restart the game and bring Brooke in,” Keoni said. “Leili is over here losing anyway.” He nodded over at her.

“Ugh, rigged.” Leili rolled her eyes.

Again, Brooke was barely involved. As everyone around her chuckled and handed their cards back to Keoni, her mind drifted.

“Babe,” Parker whispered and tapped her. “Babe?”

“Hu–” she blinked. “Hm?”

“You doing okay? If you’re tired, rem–”

“No.” She snuggled up against him, taking a breath against her tightening chest. “I’m good.”

---

She’d forced the realization away to the extent that she could; it worked, sort of. Brooke played cards and laughed with the group—half-heartedly.

They’d gone for several rounds until everyone was through after close to an hour. Next, Keoni dragged the group out to the pool. The area was elevated and overlooked the inner city, an appealing prospect.

So, half of everyone was in the pool other than the Alolan guy, who instead was off to the side on a phone call.

Leili and Dan were chatting on one side of the pool while Brooke, Parker, and Keoni were on the other.

“How far’s your job anyway, Brooke? Blaster’s, right?” Keoni asked.

“Mhm, it’s not far from here, but traffic is annoying sometimes.” She leaned her back against the pool’s wall next to Parker. The water rested just under her chest, as they stood on the deeper end. She’d left her watch inside on the couch.

“Did you try, uh, getting a job on the strip?”

“I did, but it’s so hard to get a spot there.” She rolled her eyes. “Parker got lucky, and now I’m pretty comfy at Blaster’s.”

Keoni nodded. “Makes sense. I wanna move closer to the strip one day.”

“It’s only getting pricier,” Parker said.

“Exactly. Thinking about selling this place for it.” Keoni looked back at the home.

“You crazy? You’re never gonna get anything like this again.” Parker looked back with him. “‘less you get rich.”

“I said thinking,” Keoni said. “Gotta be careful, obviously.”

“How’d you… get it– if I can ask,” Brooke said.

“Ah, inherited from my father,” he replied. “He worked for the gov for his entire career, so he had too much money. I personally don’t need anything this huge, but it’s stability in a good area.”

“I can always take it off of you,” Parker said with a smirk.

“Sure, could exchange for Brooke.” Keoni chuckled.

Parker’s smirk faltered at that, but Brooke burst a giggle.

“Hey Keoni, guys.”

All three turned to look at the guy who was on his phone. He now held it in his hand.

“I’m gonna have to leave. Personal stuff, but it was fun hanging out,” he said.

“No problem,” Keoni replied. “This wasn’t anything big anyway. I’ll set up a real get-together in the future.”

Soon after he left, Leili and the other guy followed within the next half hour.

“Just us now, I guess,” Keoni said while climbing out of the pool. “Now that there aren’t six people, I’ll offer to make us dessert.”

“Dessert?”

“I know we skipped lunch, but that makes it better. Oran and pecha caramel cakes drizzled with more caramel and some cinnamon,” Keoni explained. “My mom used to make them a lot.”

“Sounds good. Might have to steal the recipe,” Parker said.

While they yapped, Brooke’s attention was stolen for the third time by an emerging buizel who’d slipped through the sliding door and made his way across the poolside, passing the chairs.

Keoni sighed at him. “What’d I say? Not everyone’s gone, Wai. You can swim later.”

“Aw, no, he can stay,” Brooke said and turned to face the poolside, reaching her hand that water dripped from over the concrete toward him.

With a grin, Wai approached and raised his paw to her hand, which she took, pressing his pads with her thumb and wiggling it.

“Look who stole your girl, Parker.” Keoni snickered.

“Wouldn’t be the first attempt,” he replied with a chuckle.

“He needs a mate, but I don't wanna hear that all the time either." Keoni sighed. "Well, I’ll be inside. Prep takes the longest, and I gotta change.” He walked and slipped through the door, leaving Brooke and Parker.

“He’s funny,” Brooke said while looking at the door, scritching and wetting Wai’s chest.

“I guess,” Parker mumbled and watched her trace her touch to rub Wai’s side, forming a slight grin as the buizel tilted into her touch. “You were upstairs rubbing up the house buizel, weren’t you?”

“Noo…” she trailed and pulled her hand. “I may have given him a pat or two, but I was mostly poking around the rooms. I like the place.”

“It’s fancy for sure.” Parker set his forearms on the ground and climbed out of the pool, sitting on its edge. “Also, I’ll be back. Gonna talk to Keoni and see if he needs help. You can join if you’d like.”

“Oh, that’d be fun.” She furtively glanced at Wai. “I’ll stay here for a bit and watch the view, but I’ll be in there soon.”

“Sure.” Parker stood and started toward the door, glancing back. “Enjoy the buizel time.”

After he was out of sight, Brooke set her eyes back on Wai and smooshed her cheek with her palm. “What brought you down?”

He slightly lowered himself to place his forepaw atop her hand. “Buizel.” He stood afterward.

“Looking for me?” She bit her lip under a smile. Already, a tingly, very needy, and unwarranted warmth stirred below. She closed her fist while gazing up at him and brought that hand up to graze his tummy with her knuckles.

Wai followed her hand as she moved it down and extended her fingers upon reaching his groin. His breath hitched just slightly.

"Why're you so pent up?" Brooke pressed her fingers to his sheathed member and drew them down to his sac, which she rubbed between her thumb and two fingers. She slightly tilted her head. "Who'd you used to have?..."

Wai leaned over to lick at and gently nuzzle her cheek. He didn't nip.

“I'm not her, but hopefully I'm a close second." She nuzzled back and smooched his cheek. "Get in?” She squeezed her thighs together.

He looked at her for a moment, their eyes meeting, then got on all fours and dived into the pool with a soft splash.

She glanced several times over at the open glass door before shooting her eyes down after feeling fur brush against her ankle. She followed a somewhat distorted Wai dart around her with prowess. He rubbed his sides against her calves while slipping back, forth, and in between. She shuddered against the frissons his contact caused and curled her toes when he’d nip at her feet and calves.

She turned around to rest her upper back against the poolside wall.

Shortly, he stopped and latched himself to her thigh, nuzzling its inner area with his nose and cheek while bubbles rose from his uttered breaths. He pushed his hips against her leg, rubbing his sheathed length against her.

“Mh, fuck,” Brooke muttered and spread her legs as he moved up and nudged around near her tied bikini briefs. “I need you. I fucking n–” she reached and tugged her briefs down her legs, though Wai hugging her leg stopped her short.

He must have felt them because his next move was to bite and claw at the thin tie on the side keeping them together, grazing her skin and leaving a mark—and snapping the fabric with ease.

“Oh shit…” She lost her breath at the sight, watching them slip away, reveal her vagina and rear, and slowly sink to the bottom of the pool. Her concern was abruptly broken after Wai released her leg and wiggled up, hooking his paws around her thighs and pressing his nose to her vulva. “HnWai…” Her next several blinks hazed.

He shut his eyes and lapped vigorously at her labia, nudging his nose at her clit; her thighs squeezed his cheeks and tensed often, and she’d shift against him, so he gripped her tighter and dimpled her thighs with his claws. Below, between his legs, his member sprouted from its sheath.

“Uhn, mhhm.” Brooke huffed shakily through her mouth and arched against his slick licks drawing delicately over her outer labia and teasing her inner. The passion he put into eating her out blurred her mind and made her jerk against him involuntarily. She placed a hand on the back of his neck, watching sets of bubbles surface and pop from his work. “‘Aee, Wai…”

Wai pressed his tongue to her inner folds and focused there after she clutched his fur; he slowed after she tapped him, then stopped after a couple of more convincing ones, pulling off and surfacing.

“W-We have less time than before,” she said and again glanced over at the door. “Can you fuck me?” She brought her arms behind her and raised them to place her elbows on the concrete’s edge for leverage, lifting herself. Her feet now dangled in the water.

Wai climbed her and hugged her upper waist with his forepaws, shifting his hind quarters to position his tip at her vulva.

She licked her upper lip, feeling his taper rub her inner thigh and outer labia multiple times. While he sought entry, her eyes were on the door. If either Parker or Keoni walked out, they’d see Wai mounted atop her. “Oh– ohhfuckohfuck,” she moaned at a heightened, hushed pitch and briefly winced her eyes as Wai penetrated on his next hump and drove deep inside her pussy.

“Bhz… izl,” he grunted while pumping his hips as fast as before, pushing up against her as her body swayed slightly against his motions. He often shifted his paws to different areas on her for a consistent hold.

She tilted her head back with an absent gaze focused on the sky, pressing her elbows into the pavement as he thrust. The water rendered the friction less slick than it would be, but his cock still felt amazing, as did him hugging her and running his paws along her skin.

She set her eyes back on him, smirking at his stammered snuffles tickling her skin, pinched eyes, and tight grip. He nuzzled at her bra, which Brooke reached to pull up before putting her elbow back where it was.

After she exposed her tits, he nuzzled at one, licking at her nipple and bringing gasps from Brooke. “Uihh,” he groaned and humped as hard as he could against the water’s drag, his cock throbbing against her tight embrace. “Lhzz…”

“Mhh, so cute.” She moved her arm again and caressed his cheek, which he tilted his head against. She traced her digits down his back while he pumped, stopping at his tails and leaving her hand suspended between them swishing. They slipped seamlessly through and around her fingers.

She then pulled that hand to reach under her rear and feel Wai’s sac and moving cock sliding in and out of her. “So fucking hott. I lhnh…” she stammered as his next couple of thrusts rubbed her sweet zone.

Wai gritted and bared his teeth, occasionally hissing under his rising breaths against exertion. He shut his eyes and dropped his jaw, rubbing her waist with his paws and holding tighter. He flicked his tails.

“Gonna cum, cutie? Pleasee give me more of you.” Brooke wrapped her arms around him—both of them. She squeaked with wide eyes, but her voice cut; she promptly slipped underwater with him. “Mhnm…” she hummed and held her breath with closed eyes while Wai kept rutting.

He held her closely as her body slightly rocked with his thrusts, shoving his hips to hers, thrusting deep with an agape jaw that he blew a burst of bubbles from.

Brooke, however, hadn't been prepared to hold her breath, and with so much pleasure present, her lungs already begged for air, but she really, really didn't want to stop him.

Their positioning shifted underwater. Brooke tilted back, and Wai thrust down into her. They gradually sunk to the pool's floor; she huffed hard through her mouth after his cock rubbed her sweet zone several more times and sent strong pleasure coursing along her canal. After that, she was out of air. Her lungs started to burn, and she squeezed Wai.

He squeezed her back, forcing bubbles from his mouth with every other hump. After several more, his eyes softened, though he kept his teeth clenched, letting up moments later and pushing out his tongue.

Brooke’s legs trembled; she puffed her cheeks, reflexively trying to suck in air. She felt his arms quivering against her for the second time. She attempted to moan, but nothing came. She almost gasped but stopped it beforehand, as it’d end in her hacking up a gallon of water.

After Wai’s hold loosened, and after he stopped moving and then released her, she stood and pushed off of her feet, surfacing above the water, gasping helplessly for air and pushing her soaked hair out of her face. Her face was red; she could barely catch her breath.

She looked around frantically while fixing her bra back on and caught no sight of Parker or Keoni. She could feel the relief wash over her. “I a-almost f-fucking....” She stood before the wall and leaned over, crossing her arms over the concrete and resting her cheek on one.

Wai surfaced beside her and leaned his back against the wall, breathing just as fast with tired eyes.

Brooke lifted her head and looked aside at him. “Fun?”

“Bui…” he murmured.

"Should satisfy you for a while. I hope you can get a mate soon, or..." she trailed. “I know you’re exhausted, but… could you get back out of the pool, maybe lose the erection?”

Wai slowly turned, reached his paws up to the edge, and pulled himself halfway; Brooke helped by pushing his bottom, and he climbed out, sitting up while shaking out his fur.

She watched him drag himself to one of the low chairs and hop up, lying on it and covering his exposed member with his hind leg.

That solved the main issue, but one remained. She looked down into the water and peered to faintly catch sight of her snapped briefs. “Great,” she grumbled and sucked her teeth.

So, Brooke was stuck in the pool for another ten minutes. She’d gone under to retrieve her briefs, but she still couldn’t get out.

Fortunately and unfortunately, Parker eventually came out to check on her.

He glanced at a seemingly napping Wai, passing him and crouching before her. “You swam? Hair’s wet.”

“Just a lap or two. I haven’t been exercising recently.”

“Well, if you won’t feel too guilty, dessert’s almost done. You coming soon?”

She nodded. “Mhm, I will now, actually. Can you bring my clothes?”

“On it.” He stood.

“Thanks, babe.”