FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

“Nine!"

“Pun!"

“Nine!"

“PUN!"

Keith hung his head as Aleda and Jewel continued to berate him, setting his drained tablet down on the side table next to the lamp, on top of the little 'wireless charging' plate so it could charge.

“Look, if I get room service, will you two forgive me?"

Aleda glowered at him, and Jewel crossed her arms with a huff, looking away pointedly, her big ears flopping.

Keith arched an eyebrow.

“...Pun," Jewel groused.

“...Nine," Aleda finally relented, scowling.

“Vul?" Tammy entreated from on the floor.

Keith chuckled, and reached down to pick up the vulpix, pulling her into his lap. “Yes you can have some too, and no you don't have to pretend to be mad."

---

Keith's tablet had barely powered on before it started ringing, demanding his attention. Frowning, he reached down and flicked the 'call' button to the side, answering the call, but was too afraid to remove the device from the charging panel for fear that it would immediately turn off.

“Twenty four hours!" Alice complained immediately. “You couldn't last twenty four goddam hours without me!"

“Cario!" Lucia agreed from somewhere in the background.

“Oh, I guess you heard," Keith said with a weak chuckle, dipping a spoon in his soup and giving it a distracted stir. All of the girls were busy with their own meals, though Fayah was watching him with faint bemusement as she delicately ate a helping of berry-fried tomatoes.

“Yes I heard! I heard yesterday! I've called you like eighteen times!"

“Sorry, my tablet went flat. I didn't have it charged up. Wasn't planning on being arrested, truth be told," Keith admitted.

Alice grumbled, and then took a deep breath. “So what happened? Why were you arrested? What did you do?"

“Fiona didn't tell you?" Keith asked blankly.

“No! She was inundated with calls and super busy, saying something about a flight to Kalos and then she lost reception and that's all I got!"

“Oof. Well. I was arrested for pokemon theft,"

“Let me guess, you went down to watch the competition and some random female pokemon just had to follow you hoping for a quickie in the broom closet and the trainer called the cops on you."

“No, actually, it was about Fayah," Keith stated bluntly.

Alice paused at that, and her tone was a little bit softer. “Okay, continue."

“Her old trainer called the cops on me."

“Hmph…"

“What are you thinking?"

“I think it kinda suspicious that Fayah just shows up out of nowhere with no explanation and then a few days later you're arrested for stealing her! Seems a little bit suspect to me, is all."

“Oh you didn't see the video," Keith realised.

“What video?"

“Fayah threw James into the street. From the second floor of a hotel. Through a closed window." Keith glanced over at Fayah, and the big lycanroc just delicately speared a tamato berry with her clawtip, nonchalantly eating it and staring at him.

“...Oh."

“Yeah, kinda hard to fake that one."

“So… that… spineless fucking worm, had his pokemon run away from him, back to you, and he called the cops on you?!"

“I think that about sums it up, actually," Keith reasoned.

“And now she's back with that fucking dirtbag?"

“Nope, sitting on the bed across from me, Fayah, say hello," Keith said, picking up the tablet for a moment and holding it out towards her.

“Ly can," Fayah responded carefully.

The tablet beeped at Keith, warning him of low battery, so he put it back on the charging panel.

“...How?" Alice asked blankly.

“That one I don't actually know. He just… gave her up."

“Just gave her up?" Alice queried dubiously. “Just like that?"

“Just like that," Keith said with a helpless shrug. “One moment I'm sitting in a cell and the next, Jenny is pushing adoption papers under my nose."

“That's… bizarre and even more suspect," Alice groused.

“Well I'm not checking the I.V's of this specific wonder-traded ponyta," Keith stated. “She's mine now, until she decides otherwise."

Fayah looked up at him, and smiled.

“So that's that. You got arrested, spent a night in jail, and now Fayah is yours?"

“Essentially, yes," Keith responded thoughtfully.

“Well… we're catching the ferry back this afternoon, so you can fill me in proper face-to-face. And hey, silver lining, you got some time to recover from female pokemon trying to fuck you into a coma!"

Keith gave a sheepish laugh. “Well, actually…"

“...You're joking."

“Well, the police-dog was a big, sexy arcanine, and we kinda… yeah."

Keith heard a long sigh from Alice's side of the call right before she hung up.

---

“So, did you fuck her?" Fiona asked jovially.

Keith stared at his tablet, blinking slowly, and then put it back to his ear. “Uhhh…"

“The 'big sexy arcanine police-dog'," Fiona explained, using Keith's own words from the previous day.

Keith swallowed anxiously for a moment and then chuckled. “Yes, actually."

“Arceus you do move fast," Fiona noted. “Strange, considering how much you like to complain about pokemon jumping you and from my side of the phone call, you were going after her tooth and nail!"

“Hey I was in a cell and bored and she… she's a fire type! I think I have a thing for fire-types," Keith admitted.

Aleda gave him a smug smile from her side of the bed.

“Jewel must be pissed at being kept in the pokeball all that time."

“She is quite irate, yes," Keith said, glancing over at the form of the lopunny; she was sprawled across the bed, chin on crossed paws, watching him with a lazy stare. “Not like… physically threatening or anything, but she hasn't even hinted at sucking my dick since I let her out of the pokeball and that's such a wild departure from the norm that it's honestly unnerving."

“So what did you do to this arcanine, hmm? Give me all the messy details," Fiona cajoled cheerfully.

Keith pursed his lips. “I called you to talk to you about Fayah."

Fiona gave an audible sigh, her tone dropping. “Sorry… just trying to keep the mood light. Look, April, one of our lawyers, is on the way to Slateport. She'll be there today, and you can talk with her about legal challenges to the ownership of the lycanroc."

Keith gave a soft laugh, and Fiona immediately pounced on it.

“Don't be like that! It's not hopeless! We have the video of him being tossed out a window so Fayah obviously doesn't want to be with him so a legal challenge can certainly succeed with the right judge!"

“No, I'm not laughing about that," Keith explained carefully, and then held out the tablet again. “Fayah, say hello."

“Lycan," Fayah responded, bemused, staring at the tablet.

“I'm confused," Fiona admitted immediately.

“So am I!" Keith countered. “But James gave her up right there at the station and Jenny gave me forms to sign and now I have a little card that says I own her."

There were several seconds of silence from Fiona as she digested this information, before she gave a confused, blunt 'hmph'.

“Yeah that was Alice's response, too," Keith said with a soft laugh. “But it all worked out!"

“How very… odd," Fiona responded, and Keith could hear her chewing on her lip in thought. “I'll have to run this past Cassandra, see what she has to say about it."

“Ah yeah, security and all that," Keith reasoned. “You think it's… some kind of trap?"

“I… honestly don't see how it could be," Fiona admitted. “But it's… strange!"

“I know!" Keith responded, watching Fayah watch the television. She was sitting in her corner as usual, her pokeball sitting on the windowsill next to her. She glanced at him, holding his gaze for a moment, before returning her attention to the television. “But Fayah didn't know she was coming back. She came out of the ball just about ready to kill me, thinking I was him." One of Fayah's ears turned towards him; she was still paying attention. “I didn't even see him. Jenny didn't read me a statement, or give me any charges. Just gave me forms to sign and pushed me out the door."

“Hmph," Fiona responded, seeming to mull over his words for a few moments. “Well. April will be there soon. She might even be in town already, if Flashpoint is feeling energetic, and she'll talk it all over with you. Where are you staying?"

“Oh, uh…" Keith picked up a menu off the bedside table, looking towards the top for the name of the hotel. “The 'Cultivated Corsola', room one-seventeen."

“I'll pass it along to April, and she'll swing by as soon as soon as she's able. I have business to attend to."

“Legendary pokemon sightings in Kalos?" Keith queried.

There was a tiny pause from the other end of the line. “Well, I am in Kalos, yes. Not for legendary pokemon though. Just looking at setting up a regional branch in Lumiose city."

“Like.. for Violet Enterprises?" Keith asked.

“Yes, another headquarters for V.E. A restaurant there recently got chased out of town due to misuse of pokemon labour and Cassandra believes that we could get the entire building if I can convince the guys upstairs to move somewhere else. Or, you know, convince them to tolerate people and pokemon fornicating in the fucking halls everywhere."

Keith wasn't quite certain how to respond to that one.

“Sorry, I tripped over an arbok in the hallway last week and my ankle still hasn't fully recovered. So I took the chance to get away from the headquarters for a while."

“How many headquarters do we even have?" Keith asked blankly. “I just realised I don't actually really know much about the structure of the company…"

“Two, if I can get the deed to the building," Fiona said with a laugh.

Keith paused at that, pondering. “So Orange Islands is the only place we even own buildings?"

“Oh we 'own' several facilities, but only one is strictly Violet Enterprises. The rest of it is subsidiaries and holdings of Silhouette."

“So… Silhouette came first and then Violet Enterprises came next?"

Fiona lapsed into a short silence and Keith sensed that she wasn't entirely comfortable with the conversation, though she still answered him. “Silhouette and Violet Enterprises came about at roughly the same time," she responded guardedly. “You can see that in the public business filings if you do a little research."

“How do you even break into the porn business?" Keith queried, settling back against his pillow and idly watching Aleda groom Tammy. “Like… Violet Enterprises looks like they got their fingers in everything but I've never heard of them. Or Silhouette."

Fiona was hesitant to answer, but relented. “Violet Enterprises is only three years old," she finally admitted.

“Arceus, that's… not long at all," Keith responded blankly.

“We had a leg-up in the business side of things so we experienced some pretty crazy growth in our first year. Cassandra and Zero work overtime in management and logistics. It's wild some of the things she can do."

“A leg up?" Keith queried. “Wealthy investor or something? Was it Jahi?"

“Oh… nothing like that," Fiona said guardedly, and then sighed softly. “Truth be told, we engaged in a little… corporate espionage."

Keith frowned, and then made a noncommittal 'carry on' noise.

Fiona sighed again and then grumbled faintly to herself. “I shouldn't have said anything but since I've already told you too much you might as well get the whole story. The capital and logistics side of things was technically stolen from New Moon Studios."

“Oh that explains a few things then," Keith responded guardedly.

“Yeah, hence why they take every opportunity to sabotage us. There's a lot of bad blood between our companies," Fiona said darkly.

“So we just… stole their shit?" Keith asked plaintively.

“Yes and no. It was justified," Fiona responded confidently. “New Moon Studios was one of the first big pokemon porn companies. Founded by this rich ponce, Martin Aterin. Basically started paying trainers a couple thousand pokedollars to record themselves fucking their pokemon, and then distributed it through his service. Paid pennies and made millions."

“Okay, I'm following."

“But obviously, with such a… just a lack of controls in place, it pretty quickly led to abuse of pokemon. Aterin was insulated from legal harm by just purchasing the videos and redistributing them, and where he operated from has some pretty outdated laws that let his lawyers argue loopholes and snarl up any possible lawsuits, dragging them out for what could be decades before they see resolution. Meanwhile, he was getting richer and amassing rare pokemon and just… ugh."

“Rare pokemon?"

“Aterin is a collector. The bad kind. Collects rare pokemon, keeps them in gilded cages."

“Yuck."

“Well, anyway, Aterin likes collecting pokemon but isn't much about running a business. He foisted that off on underlings, and after a while, some of those underlings started to feel iffy about working for a company that treated pokemon like objects. One in particular was in charge of a lot of the infrastructure of the company. And they were able to put a lot of the company in private holdings, and slowly go around convincing others to join their cause in creating a better company that put the pokemon first."

“I'm guessing that was Silhouette?"

“It sure was!" Fiona said with a chuckle. “Martin just about had an aneurism when two-thirds of his company and some of his most trusted employees all split to form a new company, using assets he put in the wrong paws."

“So were you with New Moon…?"

“Nope," Fiona responded immediately. “I was one of the first inductees to Violet Enterprises. Mostly as a… uh… a 'consultant', in certain regions the company was looking at when first starting up."

“You told me during our first conversation that you'd only been with the company for eighteen months," Keith accused.

“Jeeze," Fiona said with a sheepish giggle. “You have a sharp memory."

“I built my understanding of the company from what you told me."

“Well… I wasn't… entirely honest with you."

“That much is becoming clear," Keith said shortly. “I'm not trying to be a dick, I'm just trying to understand."

“Violet Enterprises came into being three years ago. I was only seventeen; and they hired me as a consultant -"

“-Why would a porn company hire a seventeen-year-old as a consultant?"

Fiona paused and Keith heard her inhale and then exhale, deciding on what to tell him. “Maybe… maybe one day, I'll tell you," she responded carefully. “Suffice it to say that my circumstances put me in… direct contact with both New Moon Studios and the newly-forming Violet Enterprises, and V.E. kinda saved me from New Moon and Aterin in particular."

“And why did Aterin want you?" Keith asked, perplexed.

Fiona snorted once. “That would be the privileged information that I don't feel comfortable telling you just yet. It's not that I don't trust you, it's just that I promised the other person in the equation that I would not divulge their secrets without their consent and I will not violate that oath. For anyone."

“Oh… okay then," Keith said, chewing on his lip. “So why the lie?"

“It's a lot easier to just pretend I'm just another actor who moved up in the company. Outside of Jerome, Cassandra, Zero, and a few other high-ranking Violet Enterprises executives, nobody else really knows about this."

“I feel like I'm still missing a huge piece of the puzzle here," Keith said plaintively.

Fiona gave a soothing noise. “Because you are. I… don't know if you're ready for the information. I don't know if I'm ready to give you the information. Or anyone. Ever."

“I guess I can accept that," Keith conceded. “Thank you for telling me as much as you did."

“If you ever rise to the rank of executive, I can tell you the whole thing," Fiona said with a short laugh.

“So do you… even…" Keith trailed off in confusion. “I mean, the company is mostly about pokemon porn from what I understand, are you saying you're not here for that?"

“I'm definitely still into pokemon like that," Fiona responded guardedly. “You can easily search up the films I've done. So I'm not out here like some anti-porn crusader."

“Oh thank Arceus," Keith laughed. “Somehow that would have been more awkward."

A short silence lapsed between them, and then Fiona cleared her throat. “Anyhow, my flight is landing shortly. I'll let April know where you are, you should expect her to drop by soon."

“Is she…"

“Eccentric?" Fiona offered with a giggle.

Keith made a noncommittal noise.

“She's very country. Not eccentric, but certainly not 'normal' by any stretch of the word."

“You said she was a lawyer," Keith pointed out.

“You think country people can't be lawyers?" Fiona asked blankly.

Keith pondered, and then shrugged inwardly. “I… I guess it just doesn't fit the stereotype."

“Not many people in the company do," Fiona said with a laugh. “Anyway, the captain is saying to hang up calls for landing. I'll give you another call when Cassandra figures out how New Moon was following you. Tell April I said hi!"

---

Keith was jolted awake by a knock at the door, and struggled up out of a haze of being half-asleep. Aleda was curled up beside him, Tammy was buried in her tails, Fayah was forming a pleasing wall on the other side of the bed, and Jewel was draped half-over Fayah, limbs askew, dozing.

There was a second knock, and Aleda uncurled enough to point her nose at the door, red eyes opening and then narrowing in annoyance, heaving a long, heavy sigh.

Keith stumbled over to the door, and pulled it open, squinting into the sudden harshness of the afternoon sun shining directly on his face. An angry snort echoed in front of him, and he squinted past the glare to make out the shape of a very large, on-fire pokemon staring at him.

“Howdy!"

Keith blinked once, and his eyes adjusted enough to make out the silhouette of a girl standing beside the fiery shape.

“Did we wake you?"

“Oh uh, yeah," Keith managed, rubbing an eye with his palm. “You must be April?"

“Ya wouldn't happen to have any oran berries in there would ya? Flashpoint wants a treat and I plumb ran out on the way over here!"

Keith stared dubiously at the two hazy shapes, and then turned on his heel and found the platter of berries left on the counter of the hotel room, fishing out something that looked like an oran berry, before returning to the door. Now that his eyes had time to adjust, he could make out the shape of a massive rapidash; standing easily six feet tall, having to lower his head to look Keith in the eye. He looked exactly the same as other rapidash Keith had spotted before on television, except that his horn was modified; at three separate points along its length, rings of mixed silver and gold had been carefully inlaid. His flames seemed different, too; their edges flickered with a faint ghostly blue occasionally.

Flashpoint noticed the berry Keith was holding, and he stamped his foot impatiently, and the flames across his entire body flickered, for just an instant, from orange to bright, vibrant blue, before returning to their natural colour.

“Flashpoint!" April chided, slapping his neck, and the big rapidash snorted again, red eyes narrowed intently on the berry Keith was holding.

“Do I… throw it to him?" Keith asked dubiously.

“If ya wanna get kicked, sure!" April said with a laugh. “Just give it to him, he won't bite. He better not bite," she added, her tone carrying a note of warning for the rapidash.

Keith carefully extended his hand, and there was a flash of movement followed by the soft caress of a muzzle covered in soft fuzz against his fingertips, and the oran berry was gone! Flashpoint snorted and ambled away, munching happily, leaving April standing at his door with a smile on her face. “Good afternoon!"

“Hi," Keith said awkwardly, taking a step back. “Do you… wanna come in?"

“Mighty kind of you!" April responded, taking off her wide-brim stetson hat and stepping inside.

April was possibly the most 'country' girl Keith had ever seen.

She was the same height as Keith, with shoulder-length sandy blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail, brown eyes, and a smattering of freckles across her cheeks. She was wearing faded jeans, an honest-to-Arceus yellow-striped flannel shirt, and had a pair of riding boots on. A riding-style knapsack completed her outfit.

“Hey hon, eyes are up here," April said with a chuckle, catching Keith staring at her boots.

“Sorry, just don't uh…"

“You don't be gettin' many gals like myself out this way, huh?" April offered, arching an eyebrow and idly spinning her hat in her hands.

“Arceus no," Keith laughed.

April however, was looking at the bed, where all four pokemon were now looking at her.

“Quite a heap of pokemon you got there," she said, eyeing Fayah, who was carefully pulling herself into a half-sitting position. “Is that…?"

“Yep," Keith said, shuffling over to the bench running one side of the room and flicking the kettle on.

“So, what's crackin'?" April asked, turning and setting her knapsack down on the table, placing her stetson on the table next to it.

“I… don't really know," Keith admitted, leaving the kettle to boil and shuffling over to his backpack, pulling out the forms he had been given by Jenny that morning, and then setting them down in front of April.

April picked up the pieces of paper, and examined them with a critical eye, quickly flipping through them. “Seem to be in order," she said thoughtfully, glancing over at Keith. “Did she say anything?"

“She said that James gave up Fayah," Keith explained.

Aleda had crawled off the bed, and was ambling towards April, giving a lazy, carefully carefree stretch before snuffling lightly at the girl's hip.

April laughed and reached a palm down to brush through Aleda's headfur, before retrieving a brightly-wrapped candy bar from her pocket. Aleda's ears perked up intently, and her red eyes narrowed at the shiny wrapper.

“Yes girl, I remember you," April said, tearing off one end of the wrapper and sliding the bar of candy out, offering it to Aleda.

“Nine!" Aleda declared, giving April a brush of a purple tailtip along her arm before taking the candy and slipping away with it back onto the bed.

“So what do you know about what happened?" April asked, turning her attention back to Keith.

“Well, I was locked up for a while. For stealing a pokemon."

“Didja steal said pokemon?"

“In a manner of speaking," Keith said, sidestepping the question.

“That's a 'yes', then," April stated.

Keith nodded and sighed. “Yeah, basically. I rationalise it now as protecting her from being abused but when I first kept her… there wasn't anything altruistic about it."

“Okay, so, you got arrested, I'm assuming she was taken from you?"

Keith nodded again. “Yep, and I was in the cell for a night. James came by, and next thing I know, Jenny is handing me her pokeball and telling me I should fill out forms."

“Realistically, these forms shouldn't have been filled out and submitted until two weeks after 'abandonment' of said pokemon."

“Is that an issue?" Keith asked helplessly.

April paused, and licked her lips thoughtfully, drumming her fingers against the edge of her stetson. “Might could? I mean, it aint gonna be a problem unless James is fixing to make it a problem, but the fact that you got these forms here signed means he indicated to Officer Jenny that he no longer wished to have control of said pokemon."

Keith sighed heavily. “So I'm just waiting for him to come back and cause problems?"

“I can't rightly tell you what he's gonna do. I can just advise you what he might." April paused then, collecting her thoughts, while Keith watched Aleda protectively guard her candy from Tammy's gaze with a wall of purple-tipped tails. “I will say that since you have these forms, the ostensible ownership of the pokemon is assumed to be the bearer of them there forms."

“In English?" Keith complained.

“In other words: If he tries to cause a ruckus, a judge, lawmaker, policewoman or anyone else involved will assume that rightful ownership of said pokemon rests with you, since you got these here forms. Without these forms, the default ownership of a pokemon is with their original trainer. But since you got these forms, the default ownership changes to you. Ergo, before, you would have to argue that Fayah belongs to you more than she belongs to him. But today, with these pieces of paper, he has to argue that Fayah belongs more to him than to you, and you've got pieces of paper that show that he didn't want the pokemon. He could argue he had momentary lapse of judgement or temporary insanity but until a judge rules that he was correct, that pokemon would stay in your custody. Aint nobody taking her away from you now without lengthy court proceedins."

“Oh that's a load off my mind then," Keith admitted, watching Tammy burrow through Aleda's tails. Aleda blocked her again, but then placed a piece of her candy on the vulpix's muzzle, which Tammy sniffed at for a few moments before happily chewing on.

“And I came here fixin' to bust you outta jail, psyching myself up to be ranting and ravin' at the judge. Got my injunction applications and whatnot all written up and everything!"

“I'm sorry you did all that work for nothing," Keith said with a chuckle, pouring sugar and coffee into a cup, followed by the milk, stirring it lazily with a spoon.

“Ah well, Flashpoint's due for a refill for his dye potion, so now's as good a time as any," April said, casting a glance in the direction of Aleda, who was now nosing pieces of candy towards Fayah and Jewel.

Jewel grimaced and pushed the candy back apologetically, while Fayah carefully picked up the piece of candy that looked tiny in her gigantic paw, and then licked it carefully.

“I see you got some for Aleda," April said, motioning towards Aleda's tailtips.

“Oh yeah, the beauty stuff. It's pretty cool," Keith said, picking up his cup of coffee and sipping at it.

“Flashpoint wants blue flames, but they never quite turn out right. Only ever when he's really angry or really exerting himself, poor thing."

“Oh… Aleda's just worked first try."

“Well count yourself lucky. Flashpoint's been bugging me for it every time we pass a contest hall and even though it aint worked the last three times he still holds out hope it'll work. Did you get Aleda her potion recently?"

“Couple days ago."

“Ah good then, she'll still be in town with any luck! Unless you got anything else for me, I'll head on out and come holler at you this evening."

“What time is it even?" Keith asked plaintively, giving his tablet a glance. It was still on the dresser.

“Be close on two in the afternoon now. You stay up late?" April queried.

Keith's shoulders sagged and he nodded.

“All that worrying for nothing," April responded with a laugh.

Keith gave a slightly strained smile, and straightened up again, taking another sip of his coffee. “I was actually uh… 'entangled' with the police arcanine for most of the night."

April arched an eyebrow, giving him a long stare, before she shrugged. “As yer lawyer, I advise you not to go spreading that particular bit of information around."

“I've been telling everyone," Keith said with a rueful laugh.

“Well don't be going around telling anyone who might take offense to it. If yer sweet on the local police-dog yer don't wanna be putting her outta business."

“Fine, fine, I'll keep my bragging to myself," Keith said sheepishly.

“Anyhow! We'll get a move on, and if the creek don't rise, we'll be back before evening! I'll take Jewel with me, and get her off to her next contract, so… if yer were planning on… entertaining her y'all got only a few hours left!"

Keith gave a slightly strained smile, and then nodded. “Sure sure. Uh… I'll see you later on if… the… creek… stays… dry?"

“That yer will!" April said cheerfully, putting on her stetson and heading for the door with the distinctive thud of her riding boots on the carpet.

---

Keith finished his coffee, and still feeling only half-awake, flicked on the television, to let the girls occupy themselves with something to watch. The first channel was showing 'cooking for grass-types' and was demonstrating different grass types and berries that would go well with them to be palatable to grass-type pokemon.

Aleda immediately vetoed that program with an angry 'tales!'

The second channel showed a procedural police program with a gardevoir examining various pieces of evidence in an attempt to track down the perpetrator.

Aleda allowed it.

With a languid stretch, Keith moved over to his backpack, opening it up and reaching down past the egg to get some fresh clothes out. He paused in the doorway to the bathroom, peering back into the room over his shoulder.

“I'm going for a shower if anyone wants to join me for hot sex or anything," he said with a playful note in his voice. Jewel immediately looked up, her big ears flopping, and Keith arched an eyebrow at her.

Jewel narrowed her eyes intently as Keith continued into the shower without another word, leaving the door open a few inches.

The television showed the gardevoir pick up a cigarette and examine it with his psychic powers, and Tammy watched on with interest. Aleda shifted lazily, and then rose to her paws, eyeing Jewel and taking a step towards the shower, only for Jewel to quickly roll to her knees and move to cut off the ninetales' advance.

Aleda smirked playfully.

And then Fayah's paw found Jewel's shoulder, and the big lycanroc carefully pushed Jewel back onto the bed, where the lopunny wisely sat down, sufficiently cowed by Fayah's wordless order.

---

Keith angled his face into the spray of hot water, giving a happy groan and leaning against the wall, letting the water refresh him. The soft hum of the exhaust fan and the sound of water on tile meant that he barely heard the door opening, but he sensed the presence of a pokemon in the room with him.

“Geeze, almost thought you weren't… coming…"

Keith's teasing faded off into slight confusion as he looked over his shoulder and saw Fayah standing in the open doorway, her mohawk barely touching the top of the door jamb. She stared at him, her eyes glowing, her heavy fists hanging between her thighs, watching him with an unreadable expression.

“Uh… do you… wanna come in?" Keith offered.

Fayah didn't respond, but did enter the bathroom, turning around to push the door closed behind her, her little tail quivering. She rounded on the shower again, glowing eyes staring at him, and Keith reached out to push the shower door open.

Fayah prowled over closer to the shower, and then lifted one of her big feet to cross the threshold, and Keith was momentarily reminded of just how large she was. And then, Fayah stepped into the shower, forcing Keith to press up against the wall with so much of the space being taken up by lycanroc. Immediately, her fur was wetted down, though her mohawk stayed resolutely standing, water dripping from the hanging points in elegant ribbons.

Keith leaned back against the wall of the shower awkwardly, while Fayah stared at him, her glowing eyes boring into his own.

“So, uh?" Keith started, only for Fayah to take another step closer, pushing him up against the wall while her big paws wrapped around his hips, her claws clicking together behind his back while her muzzle bumped his nose, her glowing eyes staring down at him.

Keith's hands automatically lifted to find her hips, resting atop that delightful flare of soft fur covering rock-hard muscle and bone underneath, and he could feel her little tail twitching eagerly back and forth through the shifting of muscles in her lower back.

Fayah stared at him, almost looming over him, having to angle her head downwards just to keep her nose close to his own, her glowing eyes staring at him from under her mohawk. Her attention shifted very slightly, and she angled her muzzle down further. Keith gasped in surprise as one of her paws moved from his hip and instead grasped his semi-hard cock, angling it upwards so she could wrap her entire paw around it and give it a slow, gentle tug.

Keith stared up at her, chewing on his bottom lip, unsure on how to respond as Fayah slowly stroked him up and down. His cock slowly stiffened into her grasp, despite his reluctance, and Fayah tilted her head at him curiously.

“Lycan?" she asked carefully, pausing in her motions.

“Are you… sure?" Keith asked, giving her hips a squeeze. Fayah stared at him, her big head tilting to the side, her expression as unreadable as always. “Okay… you can continue," Keith mumbled, carefully slipping one of his hands inwards from her hip, pressing it up between her thighs.

Fayah's paw started to work him up and down again, slowly stroking, and her legs tensed, her entire body lifting slightly as his fingers followed the delicious curves of her hips and thighs to find that sleek entrance. Even the muscles around her crotch were hard and powerful, like taught climbing rope, until he got to the centre of her streamlined cunt and found her deliciously-soft outer lips.

Fayah's weight shifted from one foot to the other, and her paw tightened around him momentarily. Thankfully, she relaxed after a few moments, huffing softly with a long exhale, her toe claws audibly digging into the floor of the shower. It took several moments for Fayah to relax enough to quiet Keith's misgivings, but once she had, he gently curled his fingers against her, burying them past the silky-soft resistance of her moist cunt, spreading her.

A soft shudder ran down Fayah's form, and her tail started to flicker back and forth like a flame in a storm, her weight shifting from paw to paw and a heated exhale falling from her muzzle, interspersed with the tiniest of eager whimpers. More of her weight leaned against Keith's front, and her paw started to work him up and down faster and harder, stroking him rapidly to full size.

Keith leaned against the big lycanroc, exploring her insides with his fingers, tracing contours he was becoming familiar with. She was a mixture of textures on the inside: with that deliciously, wonderfully soft flesh that quickly became rock-hard muscle and tendon all around it, lending that pliable inner flesh a wicked tightness that he had to force his digits past. It wasn't like Tammy or Lily, where the tightness was due to size or musculature, but rather it felt more like there was only a certain amount of space given over to soft flesh and the rest was the unmoving granite-hard texture that was barely covered by her soft exterior.

Keith momentarily mused that trying to 'gape' a lycanroc would probably involve instruments most commonly used in mining and mountaineering.

Keith was quickly hard in Fayah's paw, and she tilted her head to stare down at him, panting softly, her tail quivering and wiggling eagerly as she lifted up onto the tips of her paws with each grinding press of his digits deep inside her tight cunt.

Fayah shifted her weight, and started to drop down onto her knees, but Keith quickly caught her under one of her arms with the hand that wasn't buried between her thighs, shaking his head firmly. “No, Fayah, Wait."

“Ly… can?" Fayah asked uncertainly, staring at him, her paw stilling on his cock.

Keith reached down, and carefully tugged on her paw. Fayah lifted it, releasing his stiff cock, her ears flattening back; but she acquiesced to his 'order', her short tail giving a disheartened swish.

Releasing her paw, Keith carefully withdrew his fingers from her, feeling the way she squeezed around them as he withdrew. Fayah disengaged entirely, and went to turn away to stomp out of the shower, but Keith caught around her hips with both arms, gently holding her in place.

“No, no, I didn't want you to go," he said, resting his forehead against her muzzle in a gentle push.

“Roc…" Fayah responded, lifting a paw to rest awkwardly on his back.

Keith smiled up at her, and Fayah stared down at him, her head slowly canting to the left, not quite certain why he was acting so coy.

With a grin, Keith slid down her body, dropping down onto his knees in front of her. Fayah loomed over him, water dripping off her form, absolutely towering above him, having to lean forwards just to be able to stare down at him, completely confused about his actions.

Down on his knees, Keith was level with Fayah's hips, and he had a much better view of her lower body; something he'd never really examined up close. Fayah's hips were strong, and with her fur flattened by the water, he could see the outline of her perfect hips, from the strong, sleek muscles of her lower stomach, to the rippling power of her thighs, and that glorious gap at the top of her thighs. Standing straight-on to him, Fayah didn't have a very pronounced pussy; nothing more than a line delineating the sleek halves of her soft cunt, bound on both sides by the smooth, powerful muscles of her thighs and hips.

Fayah continued to stare at him, confusion evident on her features, her glowing eyes peering at him intently. She didn't move to cover herself at all, but she didn't pose or 'present' herself, either. She was completely at odds with the situation.

Keith smiled up at her, and wrapped one of his arms around her hips again, pressing a palm flat against her lower back and giving a tiny tug. Fayah resisted for an instant, unsure of what he wanted, but with another insistent press, she arched her hips forwards, staring down at him in abject confusion all the while.

The new pose 'presented' the lycanroc to Keith much more evidently, and Fayah shifted uncomfortably as Keith pressed in and pushed his mouth right up between her thighs, laying a kiss against her sleek cunt.

Keith had been down on fire types with Aleda; water-types with the illusory Suicune, and electric-types with Zahara, and humans with one of his previous girlfriends, and Fayah was almost 'normal' in comparison. Almost.

Aleda; Suicune, Claire; Zahara; they all had strange tastes, but their external and internal anatomy were all very similar: soft outer lips with even softer inner flesh, pliable, easy to spread and part with his tongue. But Fayah was a different beast entirely!

The first drag of his tongue barely even budged Fayah's soft flesh, and the second and third made no extra headway. Keith deliberately tilted her hips back, to angle that sleek cunt towards his mouth, and ground his tongue against her, but it was like trying to lick frozen-solid ice-cream straight out of the freezer! There was a tantalizing softness on the outer layer; a malleability and smooth texture that promised a delightful softness that would part for his advances but which, upon further probing, offered a rock-hard resistance completely juxtapositing the silky-smooth outer layers.

Fayah stared at him, her paws awkwardly held up to her chest. She couldn't hang them between her thighs in her normal pose without resting them right on Keith's head, and it gave the massive lycanroc a vulnerable air that made Keith all the more determined to make her squirm.

His first licks barely got a response, but after the third and fourth, Fayah's pose started to relax, the drag of his tongue met by a light arch of her back and lifting of her body up onto the tips of her claws, her little tail quivering back and forth in growing excitement.

Keith slipped one of his hands up the front of her body, and pressed his palm firmly against the top of her thigh, trying to spread Fayah so he could swirl his tongue against more flesh than fur. Fayah's flesh barely budged, and he had to press with a surprising amount of force to spread her, revealing soft pink flesh that he immediately pressed his tongue up against.

“L-lycan!" Fayah's hips rose even higher as she lifted up onto the very tip of her paws, the water flow being blocked off entirely as she hunched her upper body over his own, her little tail flicking wildly.

Dragging a slow lick against exposed, silky-soft flesh, Keith shifted his free hand around to Fayah's back, resting right above her quivering tail, helping keep her hips close against him as the big lycanroc shifted her weight with each of his licks. He couldn't physically keep her in place, but the gentle press of his palm against her lower back was enough to keep her pressing her drooling cunt against his face!

Without the water washing down over him, Keith could really taste the rock-type. He didn't know what he had been expecting; rocks, dirt, sand, gravel? But Fayah's taste was slightly earthy but mostly just clear, like a river stream after a good snowmelt. The hand spreading Fayah moved up, and he pressed his palm against her hip, his thumb grinding in to spread her with a firm press, allowing him to swirl his tongue up and grind it into the little groove where he assumed her clit had to be.

“Roc!" Fayah snarled, her entire body jolting. Keith felt her paws suddenly pressing against the back of his head, and her hips quivered, her tail swatting back and forth the short amount the little thing could while she ground her hips against his face!

Keith was all-too-happy to go with Fayah's insistent pressing, not that he had much of a choice! Fayah was incredibly strong, and it would have been almost scary if she wasn't almost desperately pressing his face into her drooling cunt!

Fayah's paws were pushing against the back of his head while her hips pushed towards his face, and Keith was given little choice but to firmly suckle around her clit, his tongue grinding against her with as much force as he could muster, just to try and spread her around the slick muscle.

“R-roc! Lycan!" Fayah stammered, her voice growing higher as Keith settled in to suckling lewdly at the apex of her sleek cunt, grinding his tongue against her intently. He wasn't quite sure what part of it was her clit, but something he was doing was working. Fayah's chest was heaving faster and harder, and her ears were flattened back fully, her tail swatting wetly at the air, sending sprays of shower water against the far wall while her thighs quivered against his cheeks and she urgently tugged his mouth against her wet cunt.

Keith's arms wrapped around Fayah's lower body, and he struggled to hold those big hips still as he instead focused on lapping at that one spot that made her quiver, grinding his tongue in against the furrow of delightfully soft flesh to repeatedly swirl his tongue against a little bump that made the big lycanroc growl and snarl urgently.

Fayah's claws were audibly digging into the floor of the shower, and her powerful legs were tensing, the muscles of her stomach starting to ripple and clench as a desperate, breathy, stammered stream of poke-speak left her quivering muzzle. “R-roc! Ly-can r-roc! L-lycan!"

Her paws were mooshing Keith's face into her crotch, and he could feel her claws scraping against his scalp as she shuddered and started to tense even further, that tight cunt pressed firmly up against his jaw becoming even tighter and drooling more and more of her clear, slick liquids. Keith played with her clit doggedly, holding tight around her hips with his arms, enjoying the way each swirl of his tongue was met by another arching shudder from the big lycanroc like she was receiving a jolt each time.

“L-ly-can!" Fayah stammered, her legs quivering and her back arching, the water splashing down Keith again as she straightened up all the way, her mohawk sending water spraying against the ceiling as she visibly bit down on her tongue, her hips jerking against his face urgently as a rush of feminine lust splashed against his lips and mouth!

Keith held Fayah's rocking hips with both arms, tightening them around her to try and keep her steady, even as the big lycanroc orgasmed enthusiastically against him, her claws digging into the shower floor in an ecstatic rhythm, while her powerful hips ground against Keith's face over and over again.

With the big lycanroc now straightened up, Keith's head was being hit by water again, and mixed with Fayah's pure essence, he soon found himself struggling to draw breath. Fayah was rocking against him in her orgasm, her paws grasping him tight to her quivering cunt, until he tried to pull his head back. Immediately, she released him, her chest heaving, almost falling over top of him as she hunched over again, shuddering and looming over him.

Keith smiled up at her, leaning in close again so the water wasn't spraying in his face, sliding his palms from her back around to her hips, lightly grasping her.

He was achingly hard, and every instinct he had told him to stand up and stuff it all inside the lycanroc.

Fayah stared down at him, her glowing eyes shaded by her wet mohawk, her little tail giving a weak quiver and flick behind her as her thighs slowly stopped shaking. “L-lycan…" she panted, water cascading off her muzzle as she gazed down at him, still clearly not focusing properly.

Keith stared up at her, and gathered his knees under himself so he could stand, one of his hands sliding down to press Fayah's thighs apart, giving him easy access between them. But the conversation he had with Fiona echoed in his ears. He could always bother Jewel or even Tammy if he needed to get off.

Fayah was much more pliable and reacted to Keith's insistent press, giving him a bemused stare, but allowing herself to be pushed back. In short order, he had her back up against the wall, and she continued to stare down at him uncertainly as he hooked an arm behind her 'knee' and with a little bit of coaxing, pressed the lycanroc's leg up, until her knee was hooked over the soap holding, keeping her enticingly spread for him!

“Roc?" Fayah asked as he kneeled down in front of her, before she gasped and shuddered faintly as Keith leaned in to give the top of that sleek cunt another firm kiss, her tail thudding against the wall behind her.

Keith smiled up at her over her flat stomach, one of his hands grasping her hip, while his hand pressed in between her thighs, cupping her drooling, wet cunny. She stared down at him in confusion, her tail giving those earnest swishes back and forth, clearly still sensitive from her recent orgasm.

Fayah's eyes widened as two of Keith's fingers pressed up against her, grinding against her slick tightness for a moment before overcoming her resistance and sinking inside her. Her stomach tensed, and she shuddered, her ears flattening back again, and her paws lifted up, just in time for Keith to lean in and press his mouth against her properly once more!

“L-ly can!" Fayah stammered, as Keith started to aggressively pump his fingers inside her, curling his tongue against the front of her cunt and deliberately seeking to swirl against her little love-button.

“R-roc! Roc! Lycanroc!" Fayah quivered, one foot scraping claws against the shower floor, while the footpaw hooked over the soap-dish clenched at the air helplessly. One of her paws automatically found the back of his head again as he caught her little clit with an intent grind of his tongue.

Fayah's stomach was already starting to tense and shift once more as Keith worked his fingers in and out of her in time with the lewd slurps of his tongue against the apex of her clenching cunt, and he could feel the echo of the stomach-ripples in the way she squeezed down around him.

Keith titled his head back enough to stare up at her, and she stared back down at him with half-lidded eyes, her chest heaving and her thighs starting to tremble again. With a grin, he redoubled his efforts, closing his lips over her clit and suckling lewdly at it, feathering his tongue against what he suspected was the right spot, in rhythm with rapid, powerful grinding thrusts of his two digits working in and out of her.

“L-Lycan!" Fayah snarled, her paws grasping his head again and cramming him against her clenching cunt so strongly that he thought for a moment that she might have split his lip! He recovered, and lapped at her, grinding his tongue in a powerful press against the top of that long sliver of soft pink flesh, deliberately pumping his digits deep, deep inside her as hard and fast as he could.

Fayah howled as she orgasmed once more, snarling ferally at the ceiling, leaning back against the wall and grinding Keith's face into her quivering cunt as she came hard . She squeezed down around his digits so fiercely that Keith couldn't even move them any more, just having to be content with lightly gyrating his fingertips against the soft, silky-smooth inner flesh that was almost desperately milking his digits in a way that made his cock ache with need.

A gush of Fayah's liquids splashed down over his digits, and Keith curled his tongue to swirl against her carefully, deliberately trying to thrust his fingers inside her again, earning a strangled gasp and a powerful clench from the lycanroc.

The soap-dish gave a warning creak, and Keith tried to disengage, but Fayah was still holding him tight against her, and then the soap-dish gave out entirely with a heavy clatter, thudding down against the floor of the shower and bouncing away, while Fayah lost her balance and dropped like a stone onto the floor in a messy sprawl, taking Keith with her.

Thankfully, Fayah's paws didn't keep him glued to her crotch on the way down, and Keith ended up sprawled atop her, with his head on her chest. He smiled up at her, shifting to get his weight off his knees, which were starting to hurt from being on the hard shower floor.

Fayah was barely coherent, obviously struggling to regain her focus, and her head tilted back and to the side, her muzzle hanging open and tongue extended before she had a moment of lucidity and straightened up, blinking at the ceiling. Her big head tilted down to stare at him, her eyes hazy and slightly unfocused still, and she blinked at him.

“L-lycan…" she murmured in embarrassment, averting her gaze.

Keith shifted slightly to lay atop her with a smile, wrapping his arms around her middle and resting his chin on her chest, staring up at up. “You look like you enjoyed yourself."

Fayah shifted to get more comfortable, spreading her thighs so he could slot neatly between them, and he quickly found his rigid cock bouncing against the lycanroc's lower belly.

“Roc?" Fayah questioned, glancing at him and then glancing away, spreading her legs further.

Keith took his weight on his hands, and shook his head, lifting up off her slightly so they weren't in contact any more. “Nono, I'm fine," he lied, pushing himself to his feet in front of her; which had the unfortunate effect of putting his ragingly-hard erection right in her face.

With a faint hum, Keith turned around, facing away from her, picking up the soap and starting to wash himself with it, trying his best to act nonchalant and not like every fibre of his being was desperately demanding he turn around and pound the lycanroc.

Fayah's shadow loomed over him, and Keith paused in his scrubbing, half-looking back over his shoulder and giving a slightly nervous laugh. “Is something wrong?"

“Ly can," Fayah responded bluntly.

“'No'?" Keith queried, turning to face her more properly. “What do you mean?"

“Ly can," Fayah repeated, wrapping her arms around him from behind. Her heavy paws crisscrossed over his belly, right above his bobbing erection, and that big, fluffy lycanroc head came to rest right on his shoulder, her glowing eye a few inches from his own.

“Roc…" she growled softly.

Keith reached a hand up, and stroked one of her forearms, leaning back against her. He could feel her hips against his lower back, and their size difference became more apparent to him as he realised he'd need to stand on something if he wanted to actually fuck her standing up. If he was on his tip-toes, he could probably get the tip in, but not much more than that. The hand not rubbing her forearm lifted, and scritched lightly around her jaw, and Fayah rumbled happily, leaning her head into the motion.

A faint shudder passed down Keith's form as Fayah lowered her paw, and wrapped it around his cock, giving a slow stroke up and down his rigid cock.

"You don't… have to," Keith said half-heartedly, even as his toes clenched at the floor of the shower.

“Roc," Fayah growled, her free paw tightening on his stomach and her paw starting to stroke up and down a little faster and harder. “_Lycan-_roc."

Keith bit his bottom lip and relaxed back against her, glancing sideways at her. “Fine… have it your way," he panted, just enjoying the way her big paw stroked him up and down. She was nowhere near dextrous enough to grip him properly, but after what he had done to her already, there wasn't much stimulation needed to have him soon panting and gasping, his hips grinding towards her strokes automatically.

“Ly can," Fayah growled, her paws lifting to grasp his shoulders, forcefully turning him towards her. Keith stared up at her, feeling momentarily awkward with his stiff, throbbing cock bouncing between them, water pounding down around them both.

Holding his gaze, Fayah leaned in to push her nose gently against his own, giving him a tiny nuzzle, before she suddenly dropped, settling down on her knees, thighs spread to put herself at the lowest position possible in relation to him, leaning forwards and bumping his cock with her heavy muzzle.

“O-oh you can just use your paws if you w…" Keith cut himself off mid-sentence as Fayah stared up at him with a stern look, her little tail visible quivering behind her. Her soft tongue laved out, catching against his balls, and then dragging in a long, solid lick right across the entire length of his cock, swirling against his underside until she flicked her tongue off his tip, making him gasp and rise up onto his tiptoes.

Fayah stared at him, and then repeated the motion, from his balls, all the way to his tip again, curling her tongue around his achingly-stiff tip, her velvet-soft tongue grinding against him.

“A-ah fuck…" Keith groaned, head tilting back as he reached a palm out blindly to find Fayah's mohawk, stroking down it until he could find one of her ears and give it an affectionate stroke.

Fayah tilted her head, and sank down over him without warning, giving a contented growl as she pressed all the way down until her nose bumped his stomach!

“O-oh fuck…" Keith stammered, his toes clenching against the floor of the shower, his back arching and hips shifting reflexively. Fayah took every last inch of him without even threatening her throat, and then she did something with her head, squirming in place, her muzzle opening, letting him feel an air current against either side of his cock… and then her tongue extended!

“H-holy fuck!" Keith hissed as Fayah's strong, nimble tongue extended to cradle his balls, working back and forth against them even as she held him literally balls-deep, in her muzzle! Each side-to-side motion of her tongue flexed the back of tongue against the underside of his tip, and it made his cock strain, rock-hard, threatening to blow right in her mouth!

Fayah must have sensed how close he was, because she drew back, giving him a wicked smirk, surprising Keith with the sheer brazenness of having Fayah show deliberate emotion. But the shock of it was short-lived, and utterly buried in his list of priorities when the big lycanroc started to aggressively bob on his cock!

Keith's legs almost gave out from under him as Fayah transitioned smoothly into a jackhammer-like bobbing motion, drawing back to halfway down his cock and then grinding forwards until her nose crammed up against his pubic hair. Where most pokemon Keith had been in the muzzles of used their tongues to flicker, or swirl against his cock, Fayah was different but no less enticing.

Fayah pressed her tongue against his underside with a powerful grind every time she sank down him, forcing his tip against the ridged roof of her muzzle, but she held her tongue with such perfect pressure that he was forced to overcome the grind of her tongue to get any deeper, and with her powerful frame pushing her head down, it wasn't entirely up to him! It resulted in a unique sensation that soon had Keith gasping and shuddering, almost sucking down mouthfuls of water and coming close to coughing, only for Fayah to steal away his attention with a sudden shift in her motion or grind of her tongue. She was staring up at him intently, her gaze determined, her big paws grasping at his hips to make sure he didn't pull back.

“A-ah fuck, F-Fayah!" Keith tried to warn, rising up onto his tiptoes as she continued to bob her muzzle on him. Most girls suckled on the upward stroke, and relaxed on the downstroke, but Fayah was almost the opposite, grinding down him with hard presses of her tongue, intensifying the pressure and gentle suction as she pressed down, only to draw back and then repeat! And the change in sensations from what he expected was quickly driving Keith over his edge.

Fayah continued her bobbing, determined, until she felt him throbbing and jerking in her muzzle. She suddenly pulled back, releasing him entirely and staring up at him, her red eyes glowing with lust as she grasped his cock in one of her big paws and then opened her muzzle up right in front of him, aiming him at her big tongue!

“Nnng…" Keith groaned, one of his hands automatically finding her ear, his other hand groping blindly for the tap, managing to find it and shut off the water. The shower fell into silence, except for his faint gasping and shuddering, and Fayah's heavy breathing… and then her poke-speech!

“Roc! Ly can ly-roc!" Fayah coaxed, tilting her head back and stroking him right into her open mouth, staring up into his eyes.

The four percent of Keith's mind that could detach itself from a sexy lycanroc opening her mouth in front of his throbbing cock was deciphering the lycanroc's speech and the context, and was gobsmacked that Fayah was most likely telling him to cum in her fucking mouth!

Keith's entire form tensed up, and Fayah growled in triumph, pressing in close and giving a little lick right against his tip as the first spurt of his spunk spilled from him and splashed her nose. She flinched back slightly, staring up at him, holding his gaze with a pointed stare as she opened her mouth wider and stroked him urgently right into her gaped muzzle, letting him watch crisscrossing spurts of his heavy spunk splatter over the soft pink of her tongue, covering it in a film of white.

Fayah's tongue lifted, grinding slowly against the underside of his cock as his spurts laced over the roof of her mouth, quickly starting to pool in the back of her muzzle, forming a lewd reservoir of milky essence, while more of the slick, gooey mess started to drool from between her teeth.

“O-oh fuck…" Keith groaned, grasping Fayah's muzzle with one hand, his other hand holding around the wrist of her paw on his hip, trying not to rock his hips into her motions. With a smirk, Fayah closed her muzzle around him, and nursed on him, pulling the last of his eager spurts from him with slow grinds of her tongue against his tip until he was entirely spent.

“Holy fuck…" Keith groaned, swaying above her, and Fayah drew her head back, giving a swirl of her tongue against him and then staring up at him intently, human spunk spilling in slow trickles down the side of her jaw.

With a smile, Fayah opened her mouth for him, letting him view the film of his spunk that was covering her tongue, connecting her teeth to one another with sticky tendrils, and pooling at the back of her throat. Once she was certain Keith had a good look at it, she closed her mouth, and swallowed audibly.

Keith leaned heavily back against the wall of the shower, panting hard, and Fayah smiled at him, rising up to loom over him again, and then leaning down to give his forehead an affection lick.

“Ly can," Fayah purred contentedly.

“F-fuck…" Keith panted, wrapping his arms around her middle, staring up at him with an unfocused gaze. “I can't feel my legs."

“Ly can," purred, smirking at him.

“You know you didn't have to do that, right?" Keith asked suddenly, giving her hips a squeeze. “It wasn't like… a transaction or anything. I'm happy that you're happy and I just wanna make sure…" Keith trailed off as Fayah placed an entire paw over his mouth, quietening him.

A single claw extended, shushing him properly, and the big lycanroc just reached past him with her other paw to turn the shower back on, so she could start washing her muzzle.

“Roc," Fayah said shortly, after a moment, leaning down to rest her chin on his head with a contented growl.

Keith knew just enough of Fayah's words to understand what she said: 'I know'.

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Keith paused as he rested a hand on the door back to the room, frowning. It was ajar, when he was certain he saw Fayah close it when she entered the shower. He glanced back over his shoulder, where Fayah was leaning into the air-jets installed along the side of the shower, drying out her moistened fur with streams of warm air, before he turned and moved into the room proper.

Aleda and Tammy were curled up on the second bed, with Aleda sprawled out and Tammy buried in her tails as usual. Jewel was laying on her stomach on the main bed, watching the television and carefully not looking at him.

Keith's eyes narrowed.

Jewel pretended to be ignoring him as Keith prowled over to the bed, and didn't even spare him a look as he settled his weight on the bed behind her, stretching out.

“So… did you have fun perving on us?" Keith asked bluntly.

Jewel tilted her head at that, and it was a few moments before she looked back at him, poking her tongue out with a smirk. “Pun."

“I thought so," Keith said with a laugh, shifting onto hands and knees so he could crawl up next to her, flopping out next to the lopunny and lightly running a palm down the length of her back.

Jewel's tail flickered, and she lifted her arm, trailing it down his form towards his front, but Keith shook his head quietly.

“I just finished up with Fayah, you really think I'm gonna wanna throw down again that soon?"

Jewel rolled her eyes and removed her paw, instead turning back to the television, while Keith stretched out next to her, happy to just laze the rest of the afternoon without any more sexual contact.

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Jewel moaned, her voice muffled by the pillow she was biting down on as Keith adjusted his stance and grasped her hips, tugging them up just enough that he could bury himself a little deeper inside her. Jewel's soft, supple flesh was squeezing around him, from tip to base, coating him in her nectar. Jewel was sprawled out on her chest, with a pillow under her hips, keeping her rump at a nice raised angle and her supple body bent to a pleasing curve, her teardrop tail quivering each time Keith went balls-deep inside her.

A slick smatter of Jewel's liquids were drooling down her inner thighs, and Keith grasped at her hips tightly, tugging them up even further so he could quickly squeeze a hand under her belly, sliding it down over the soft-furred stomach until his fingertips could find her little clit, rubbing at it aggressively in time with his powerful humps down into her.

“Pun! Pun! Pun!" Jewel's cries were muffled by the pillow as her entire body was rocked by Keith's eager humps. Her paws grasped at the pillow, and the fabric started to fray under her blunt teeth as her entire body started to tense and quiver, her insides fluttering urgently around Keith's plunging cock.

“Gonna cum for me, Jewel?" Keith panted, arms grasping around her hips to adjust them for him, letting him pound her all the harder, his balls thudding against her inner thighs as he gave firm rubs of his fingertips against her entire clit area, too focused on pounding the bunny to focus properly on being accurate with his fingers.

“L-lopun!" Jewel squeaked her affirmative, her teardrop tail quivering against Keith's stomach as he continued to pound her into the bed, her insides clenching around him in desperate rhythm, only made to squeeze tighter around his stiff length every time he found her clit with his eager rubs.

Aleda and Tammy were watching from the spare bed, and even Fayah was watching from her regular corner, but Keith didn't care. His attention was entirely consumed by tight bunny cunt squeezing delightfully around every aching inch of his rock-hard cock.

“Jewel… I'm getting close," Keith warned, adjusting his stance and just started to pound the lopunny harder, slamming his hips tight against her own again and again, burying in so deep that he could feel his balls slapping wetly against the drooling mess of her own liquids that were seeping from her thoroughly-stuffed cunt.

“P-Pun!" Jewel stammered, biting down on the pillow again. She tried to rise into an all-fours position to meet his thrusts, but Keith just growled and pushed her firmly back into the bed, pinning her in place and pounding her with eager thrusts, rubbing almost urgent against her little clit in time with his rough humping.

“Cum for me, Jewel!" Keith hissed, modifying his motions to add an urgent grind of his hips against her own, stirring his stiff cock balls-deep inside her, feeling his tip grinding against her deepest barrier, filling the quivering bunny pokemon to the absolute limit. “Cum for me so I can dump every fucking drop inside you!"

“L-lop! P-punny!" Jewel managed to stammer around her mouthful of pillow, her entire svelte form starting to quiver, from her ears, all the way down to toes, and especially her little teardrop tail, urgently flickering against his belly in a staggered rhythm to match the eager rubs of his fingertips against her wet clit.

Jewel bit down on the pillow so hard she tore it, sending synthetic spearow feathers everywhere, a stifled cry of delight leaving her as Keith pounded a tumultuous orgasm out of the bunny. Slick liquids started to drool from around his embedded cock, forced out by his motions, coating her inner thighs and the entire length of his cock in her liquids as he stuffed every last inch of his achingly-hard cock inside her and held it there, stirring his hips against her.

Jewel's soft, velvety inner walls clenched and coaxed around him in repeated urgent grasps, and Keith gasped, shuddering against her, his hand moving from her clit to instead grasp her hip, letting him angle himself up a bit and draw backwards slowly, feeling her urgently-grasping muscles squeeze and clench around him in protest.

“O-oh fuck, yes, that's it!" Keith panted, giving a few light thrusts back and forth, feeling the way the grasp of Jewel's squeezing cunt grew stronger and more tenacious the shallower he was. He drew back until he almost withdrew from her, his toes clenching at the bed at the way soft bunny cunt coaxed and clenched rhythmically around his tip.

“Fuck!" Keith repeated, and then grasped her hips in both hands, lunging against her suddenly, burying himself to the hilt inside her! Jewel cried out in surprise, her body clenching around him in protest, before she quivered and whimpered as a sudden barrage of hot human spunk splattered deep, deep inside her!

Keith shifted his grip higher, wrapping his arms around as much of Jewel as he could, and rocked his hips against her powerfully, grinding as deep as he could get as repeated bursts of his spunk were pumped balls-deep inside her, thoroughly flooding the smaller bunny with eager, gooey volleys! Even before he was done, his eager grinds were causing a slick dribble of mess to drool from her thoroughly-used cunt, meeting in a slick rush of gooey mess to drip in a slow pearly stream right off her clit, dripping down onto the pillow under her hips.

“F-fuck…" Keith grunted, barely able to support himself on his knees any more, hunched over the prone bunny, balls-deep inside her, vaguely aware of the mess that was drooling from around his embedded cock, each sticky droplet of it trailing from her clit to the pillow slowly increasing the cleaning charges he was going to have to pay when he left the hotel.

“P… p-pun!" Jewel complained, and Keith realised belatedly that he had almost all of his weight crushing her down into the bed. With great effort, he managed to get his knees under himself, and then carefully roll off her, sprawling out on his back on the bed and staring at the ceiling, while Jewel gave a hazy, content groan and closed her eyes.

---

Keith's brow furrowed as he watched Jewel rummage through the fridge, pulling out bottles of various liquids and sniffing their caps, before placing them aside, discarding them entirely.

“What are you doing?" Keith asked blankly, watching her little teardrop quiver above her back as she rummaged, shoulder-deep in the bar fridge.

“Pun!" Jewel protested, huffing and withdrawing, starting to stuff the bottles of alcohol and water back into the fridge.

Keith stared at her, perplexed, until she was done, and rose to her feet, huffing.

“Are you looking for something to drink?" Keith queried.

“Lo!" Jewel affirmed, nodding.

Keith squinted at her suspiciously. “Was it moomoo milk?"

Jewel stared at him for a long moment… and then a slow smile spread across her features. “Puuun," she lied.

Keith narrowed his eyes at the bunny, and then snorted. “I have been fucked every which way for the last week and you've been boned more than enough to satisfy you."

Jewel stared at him intently, her little tail twitching.

“Not even the slightest chance of it happening. Shop's closed. I need a rest."

Jewel's eyes narrowed.

Keith shook his head firmly. “Literally not a chance of that happening."

---

Knock. Knock. Knock.

Keith groaned faintly at the knocking at the door.

“Just a m… a minute!" he managed to huff, grasping Jewel's ears a little tighter and pressing her muzzle further down his stiff cock, gasping faintly at the way she swallowed around his tip so very eagerly.

Jewel's nose was pushed tight into his pubic hair, and she stared at him, a lustful stare in her pretty pink eyes, his little paws grasping at his hips to urge him to hump into her mouth more.

Keith was bottomless, sitting on the edge of the couch, with Jewel kneeling between his knees.

“Jewel, I kinda gotta… answer the door…" Keith mumbled, as the bunny continued to bob her muzzle on him, kissing eagerly around the base of his cock at the end of her bobs.

She stared up at him, her head tilting slightly to the side, before pulling back just enough to feather his tip with eager little licks.

“Nnng…" Keith moaned indecisively. On one hand, the door was a pressing issue. But on the other… he was getting close.

“Fuck…" Keith hissed, watching the lopunny eagerly swirl her tongue around his crown. With a shudder, he straightened up, and then pushed up to his feet, grasping the back of Jewel's head to make sure she kept her balance, and then quickly withdrawing himself from her mouth, taking his stiff, saliva-slick cock in one hand and starting to stroke at it with a rapid pace! “M-mouth open!"

Keith needn't have bothered with his command; Jewel already had her mouth open, her soft pink tongue extending and a paw reaching up to try and unseat his grasp. Reluctantly, Keith relinquished control to her, and immediately, he paw flew into a frenzied rhythm, stroking him with urgent eagerness right into her open mouth!

Knock knock!

“Keith? I know you're in there!"

“I-I'm almost d-done!" Keith managed to squeak out towards the door, his hips rocking and jerking slightly into Jewel's eager, rapid rhythm.

Jewel heard the double meaning in his words, and leaned forwards, capturing the tip of his cock and beginning to nurse on him urgently. She had to slow the motions of her paw, shortening her stroke, but Keith was thankfully so close to orgasm that it didn't matter. His palms tightened around her ears, and her eyes flashed in triumph as she felt his cock leap against her tongue!

Pretty pink eyes stared up at Keith as he unloaded right into her mouth, her soft lips gently cradling the head of his cock, her velvet tongue grinding against his underside as eager bursts of human spunk splashed right over the back of her throat.

Keith grunted, fingers digging into the fur at the back of Jewel's head as he lightly rocked his hips against her, shuddering as burst after burst of cum splattered into her muzzle. Jewel was practised, and didn't spill a single drop of his eager volleys, holding his gaze unwaveringly as she let him fill her mouth with sticky bursts.

“Fuck…" Keith hissed, hips jerking against the lopunny's muzzle, feeling a mess of his own cum smearing over her tongue as he slowly ground against her.

Smirking up at him, Jewel drew back, deliberately keeping her mouth open enough that strings of his spunk spilled from her lips, drooling heavily down over her front. She stared up at him, and then opened her mouth, extending her tongue enough to let him see the absolute deluge of cum drooling over the surface of the soft pink organ.

“Fuck!" Keith repeated, one palm between her ears while his other hand grasped the base of his cock, lightly smacking it against her tongue, making sure the last eager dribbles of his spunk caught on her tongue.

The knock at the door came again, more impatient this time, and Jewel giggled, closing her mouth and visibly swallowing, before leaning forwards to swirl her soft tongue against his throbbing tip, making him arch and shudder at the sensation on his oversensitive cock.

“M'coming!" Keith mumbled, casting his gaze around for his pants. He stepped into them hurriedly, pulling them up and then shuffling towards the door. On the way past the counter, he picked up a bottle of moomoo milk, cursing as he knocked the two empty ones over. He popped off the cap on the bottle and took an almost desperate gulp of it as he opened the door up to reveal an anxious-looking Alice, with Lucia and Atlas in tow.

“Hi," Keith said, forcing the cap back onto the bottle of moomoo milk and setting it aside on the counter.

“Hi," Alice said, looking him up and down.

Lucia, too, looked him up and down, from his milky upper lip, to his sweaty shirt, and inside-out pants, and then leaned past him to see Jewel slipping into the bathroom, her muzzle dripping with mess and one of the lucario's ears slowly perking upwards.

“Sorry, bit of a wild time," Keith said with a slightly nervous laugh.

“I'll bet!" Alice said, glancing past him at Jewel and then shaking her head.

“Come in, come in," Keith said, opening the door for them.

Alice and Lucia elected to step inside, but Atlas wisely decided that his presence would be too much for the modest hotel room, and stayed outside in the hallway, sitting down next to the door like a faithful guard-dog.

“So what happened?" Alice asked, pulling a chair out from the table and sitting down. Lucia stepped past her trainer, and sat down on the edge of the bed carefully. Tammy peeked up from Aleda's tails, and then ambled out to bound over to the lucario.

“Well, Jenny handed me Fayah's pokeball. That's all I know," Keith said with a shrug. “Said that James gave her up."

Fayah stared at him from her corner, and Keith watched for a moment as Tammy chewed ferociously on one of Lucia's paw-spikes.

“She just... gave her to you?" Alice asked blankly.

“Yeah, just handed her over. Said that he gave her up," Keith repeated, glancing over at the lycanroc. “Fayah… do you know why James gave you up?"

Fayah pondered, and then nodded carefully.

Keith arched an eyebrow, turning towards her more fully. “What? Why did he give you up?"

Fayah tilted her head, clearly thinking, and then rose up slightly. Her entire demeanor changed, her eyes narrowing angrily as she straightened to her full, towering height, and then menacingly slammed one fisted paw into the opposite with an impact that sounded like a sledgehammer hitting a rock.

Lucia inched away further down the bed, away from the lycanroc.

“Ly-can," Fayah explained, nodding firmly and then sitting back down.

“Well uh… there you have it, I guess," Keith said, completely perplexed, turning back towards Alice.

“I think she's trying to say that she threatened him," Alice pointed out.

“Roc," Fayah confirmed.

“Oh," Keith pondered, and then shrugged slightly. “Well, however it happened, I'm just glad it happened."

“So are you keeping her?" Alice asked suddenly.

Fayah looked up sharply, her eyes narrowing at Keith.

Keith shrugged again. “That's hardly my choice. That's up to Fayah," he said, turning towards the lycanroc again. “I gave you the choice, Fayah. I'm hardly gonna take that choice away from you."

“Ly can," Fayah said, her expression unreadable, settling back into her corner.

“Anyhow, I 'legally' own her now, according to April," Keith pointed out. “So she can't be taken away from me by legal challenge."

“April?"

“Violet Enterprises' lawyer. She's… really eccentric. She said she'd be back to get Jewel this afternoon," Keith explained.

“Hmph… well now that that is all sorted out what now?" Alice queried.

Keith shrugged once more. “I'm still waiting. Can't do stuff for V.E. until Fiona figures out how James knew where I was."

Alice tutted. “So we're just sitting around and waiting?"

“Hey I didn't ask you to come running back!" Keith complained.

Alice rolled her eyes. “You were arrested, of course I came running back."

“What were you even doing over there?"

“Well we were over there to defeat the gym, failed miserably at that," Alice said with a blank smile.

“Cario!" Lucia complained.

“And we did a little bit of shopping," Alice added, ignoring Lucia's complaint.

Keith looked Alice up and down, and squinted at the ring on her ring finger. Had she always had that?

“Did you and Atlas elope?" Keith teased, motioning towards her hand.

Alice arched an eyebrow, holding up her right hand. “Wrong hand, and no. I just thought it was pretty."

“Lu car!" Lucia interjected, pointing at her chest-spike. A silver band was inset around the base of it, carefully fit around the spike so it wouldn't move. The outside of the band seemed to be some kind of polished stone inset into the metal.

“Oh that's pretty," Keith said appraisingly.

Alice shrugged. “I felt bad for her since she lost at the gym, so we visited the jeweller over there."

“At least your holiday was more fun than mine," Keith said ruefully.

Alice fixed him with a pointed stare. “Bitch, please," she said with a derisive snort. “You love getting waylaid by female pokemon. I would be completely unsurprised if you engineer it to happen half the time, too!"

“I do not!" Keith protested.

Alice reached to the laminated sheet on the table, holding it up accusingly.

ENJOY YOUR ROOM SERVICE

The heavy font stood out accusingly on the sheet, and Alice pointedly tapping it against the empty moomoo milk bottles on the table.

“Room service, moomoo milk, Jewel runs off to the bathroom to clean up the moment we arrive, and your pants are on inside out. You are a terrible liar," Alice said with a disbelieving laugh.

Keith deflated, grumbling to himself. “Okay, you kinda got me there."

“You're damn right," Alice responded bluntly, and opened her mouth to say something else, before pausing at the sound of heavy shifting outside the door, and then a smart rap of knuckles against it.

“Room service!" a chipper voice called.

Keith blinked. “I didn't order room service…" Rising to his feet, he moved over to the door, opening it up guardedly, before rolling his eyes. “Hi April."

“Howdy," April said, removing her stetson with a smile and stepping inside.

“Hi," Alice said uncertainly.

“Howdy!" April repeated, to Alice this time. “You must be Alice."

“And you must be April, nice to meet you."

“Mighty fine to meet you, too," April said with a smile, setting her stetson down on the table. She glanced from the empty moomoo milk bottles, to the room service sheet, and then to Keith's inside-out shorts, a slow smirk spreading across her freckled face. “I see y'all took my advice."

“Sure did," Keith said with a slightly strained smile, moving to shut the door, before pausing. “Hey… Alice. You should leave the room."

Alice stared at him. “Excuse me?"

“Private Violet Enterprises business," Keith said, jerking his thumb towards the hallway outside. “Beat it."

Alice's eyes narrowed, and her features darkened. “I'll have you know that I'm your official bodyguard and I will not 'beat it' unless you ask me kindly!"

Keith arched an eyebrow, and then stepped to the side, opening the door just enough to show the inquisitive head of Flashpoint peeking around the corner, the rapidash's fiery mane blazing in the dimly-lit hallway.

Alice stared, and then suddenly rose to her feet. “Touche," she muttered to Keith as she brushed past him, stepping out into the hallway.

“So," April started, looking around the room. “Where's Jewel?"

“Getting cleaned up," Keith said with a sheepish laugh.

---

Alice stood awkwardly in front of Flashpoint, shifting her weight from foot to foot. “Hi!" she said, while Atlas, behind the rapidash, watched her with intently-narrowed red eyes.

Flashpoint's flames were red, fading to white on the edges, and as he snorted and stamped his foot once, they flared a ghostly blue for just an instant, before returning to orange and white.

“Aaarc," Atlas teased, and Flashpoint glanced over his shoulder at the arcanine, before casting an inquisitive glance at Alice.

“I have no idea what he just said but it's a lie," Alice stated.

Flashpoint's eyes narrowed intently.

“Can I… touch?" Alice asked, holding up a hand.

Flashpoint stared at her, his bright red eyes staring at her appraisingly, before he reluctantly nodded.

Alice almost purred, slipping in closer to the rapidash and lifting her hands to touch at his muzzle. His nose was soft, and covered in a peach-fuzz of fur that was incredibly soft to the touch.

“Oh my god your fur is amazing," Alice gushed, lifting her other hand to lightly touch at Flashpoint's cheek, feeling along the length of his jawline. Atlas stared at her from behind the rapidash, his eyes narrowing in annoyance as he puffed up his chest, making his fur stand out as much as possible.

---

“So, whatcha'y'all got planned for the future?" April asked cheerfully.

“Arceus, I dunno," Keith admitted, blinking once. “I was thinking I'd have to start renting a house and be stuck here until a trial date. The world's my cloyster right now, I guess."

“Darn tootin," April responded with a smile. “Fiona told me yer were in a spot of bother with New Moon and all o' them, but I'm sure ya can find some work for V.E. somewhere round these parts if you go looking."

“Oh yeah, I did some work for them a couple days ago, luxray on a boat," Keith reminisced.

“Oh Jahi and Zahara? Jahi's nice but that luxray makes me more nervous than a ninetales in a room full of rocking chairs—"

Aleda stared at April.

“—She's so jealous of Jahi!" April finished, ignoring the look from Aleda. “I'm assuming ya was there to take care of Zahara?"

“Something like that," Keith said guardedly.

“Reminds me I gotta get someone to take care of Flashpoint soon. Poor pony is getting antsier than a durant at a vanillish parade."

It was Keith's turn to stare at April.

“I mean, uh… do you… I don't understand you," Keith admitted.

“He's frisky!" April said with a giggle.

“Oh fuck, just ask Alice. Don't even ask, just hint and she'll beg you to leave her alone with him for a while," Keith offered.

“I'll keep that in mind," April responded thoughtfully, glancing towards the closed door.

“So you don't…?" Keith asked carefully.

April arched an eyebrow. “Throw down with pokemon? Can't say I'm big on that. Especially not with a six-foot-tall stallion. I saw what he did to a nidoqueen I left him alone with for too long! Poor girl couldn't walk right for days! I won't be having none of that thank you very much."

“You don't find it… odd working for a pokemon-porn company?" Keith queried.

April chuckled. “Yer a greenhorn, I get it. Don't you be worrying none about all of us, we get by quite fine. But while I got you here, give me a look at your tablet there."

Keith blinked, and then leaned to the side, reaching over to grab his tablet and set it on the table.

“Ya got your trainer identification there?"

Keith walked around the bed, and started to rummage in his backpack, looking for his ID holder. He picked up the egg he had received in Ecruteak and placed it on the bed, rummaging right down to the bottom of his bag through his clothes and other knicknacks to come up with his trainer's ID.

“Good, good, give it to me," April said, flicking his tablet on while she pulled up her own and did the same. She hummed thoughtfully to herself, looking through some of Keith's settings, and then comparing them to her own.

She seemed to be comparing version numbers, to Keith's untrained eye.

“Seventeen-point-one," April hummed, taking Keith's ID card and holding it up towards the light.

“What are you even doing?"

“See along the bottom of this here card?" April said, holding it up in the light so Keith could see it. “There's a holographic code printed along the bottom. Alpha-numerical trainer identification number hard-coded into pokedex systems. Not much use to me and you but useful for verification."

“Oh, I get it," Keith lied.

April giggled. “If I know your version number for the system, I can compare it with the hashes here," she said, tilting her tablet so he could see the incomprehensible numbers on the screen. “And if it spits out the wrong numbers, I know the hash is wrong."

“Okay… so… hashes?" Keith said, perplexed.

“It's 'bout the underlying architecture of the operating system," April explained. “It's how all the devices connect together. If the diagnostic spits out the wrong answer…" she continued, typing in Keith's code on his own tablet. “Then we know someone's been mankeying around in there."

The tablet paused, and then the screen changed, to another incomprehensible sequence of numbers and letters.

April's face fell.

“What?" Keith asked.

“Your tablet is compromised," April said, holding her tablet up side-by-side with his own, so he could see the two different outputs. “The output hash should match. But something's been altered."

“Oh, that's… not… good?" Keith offered, perplexed.

“You've been hacked," April explained as clearly as she could.

“But I don't write my passwords down or nothing!" Keith protested.

“No, actually hacked, not hijacked," April responded, rolling her eyes. “There's something altering the signal output. It should hash the same, but it isn't. We're gonna have to talk to Zero."

“I understand entirely," Keith lied again.

“Don't worry, I'll handle it," April said with a sigh, picking her tablet up and dialing Fiona.

---

“Yes, the hash came out entirely different," April said into the tablet, standing in front of the hotel room window overlooking the Slateport beach. “Yes, I double-checked it."

Keith drummed his fingers against the table, idly watching Jewel brush Fayah's mane with a comb.

“I don't have any diagnostic equipment, want me to just send the entire thing over?... No, I don't got no spare tablets on me, I can get one right quick though?... Right, okay, I'll break the bad news to him."

Keith looked up, sucking air over his teeth.

“Okay, thanks Fiona, I'll drop it off tomorrow."

April closed the call, and then turned to Keith. “We need to examine your tablet."

“Oh, I thought it was going to be worse than that," Keith responded, breathing a sigh of relief.

April heaved a faint sigh. “Forensically. At the HQ."

“Oh, so I'm heading back to the Orange Islands?" Keith asked blankly.

April shook her head firmly. “Absolutely not. That would require using your tablet for travel stuff. And it is completely tied down from this point forwards. You are to remain in this hotel room until I return with a new tablet for you."

“But… why?" Keith asked plaintively.

“Okay, look, I ran a hash comparison. It's a simple diagnostic. It takes your base-level operating system, turns it into a series of numbers and letters and then spits it out. A pokegear in diagnostic mode will always give out the same hash, otherwise there'd not be much point in it as a diagnostic, you see?"

“I kinda get it?" Keith offered helplessly.

“And since it's spitting out something wrong, something is interfering with the base coding. We can't see what that is without decoding the entire operating system, which, for obvious reasons, is a closely-guarded secret."

“But I don't even have a pokegear," Keith sighed.

“Our tablets are based on pokegear programming," April said, heaving another sigh. “The pokegear isn't our tech, and we don't have encryption keys. Yeah, blah-blah-blah tech-talk; look, I getcha plumb don't understand what I'm talking at you, but trust me. We need to look at your tablet and find out what's going on with it."

“Ugh," Keith said, and then pushed the tablet across the table towards her. “Have at it, then, I guess. What do I do until I get a new one?"

“Well, I'll set it up so you can stay in the hotel here for a few days, until I get back with a new tablet for you," April said with a short nod. “I can maybe slip you some cash… but you'd best not stray too far."

Keith sighed. “I just got out of jail this morning, I feel like I'm back in it."

“Hey, if this is how New Moon is following you around then you'll be free to go back to work!" April said in a chipper tone.

Keith blinked. “Wait, you mean… this might be how they're tracking me?"

“Yes," April responded, exasperated. “That's what I been trying to say all this time!"

“Well why didn't you just say that!" Keith argued, grumbling to himself.

“You're… really not good with technology, are you?" April asked, and then started to giggle uncontrollably.

Keith squinted at her, and then pursed his lips. “Yes, I guess it is a bit weird to be out-technologied by someone who unironically says things like 'roll in the hay'."

“Yes, yes it is," April said with a grin, striding over and taking his tablet. She opened the back of it and removed the battery, sliding both the tablet and battery into her knapsack. “Now, let's go talk to the receptionist and get you set up.

---

“So, what's going on?" Alice asked after Keith returned without April in tow. Alice was leaning against Flashpoint, and Atlas was giving her very strange looks, staring at her intently, his big fluffy tail slowly thudding back and forth in a way that reminded Keith forcibly of when Nova had watched him from outside the cell.

“Welp, my tablet was hacked at some point apparently so April stole it and is gonna get me a replacement sometime. Until then, I'm stuck here."

Alice grimaced. “Oof. Yeah, that's pretty rough," she admitted while Keith tried to find his pocket to get his door-card out of it. He cursed when he realised his pants were still on inside-out, and stuffed his hand all the way inside his pants to get to his pocket, fishing out the card and opening the door.

Jewel was sitting neatly on the end of his bed, her paws on her knees, looking presentable and proper, and not at all like the slut-bunny that Keith absolutely knew her to be. She rose to her paws when the door opened, and flounced over to the door.

Lucia was watching the television with Tammy sprawled across her lap; while Aleda was on the spare bed and Fayah was still in her corner, though she looked much more brushed than she usually did.

April came huffing and puffing down the hallway a minute later, her steps rapid. “Right, I got you your stipend," she said, pushing an envelope full of folded cash into Keith's arms as she brushed past him and into the room. She marched over to Keith's belt on the dresser, and retrieved Jewel's ball, slipping it onto her own belt. A moment later, she was back out in the hallway with Jewel in tow, the lopunny meekly following her as though she were an obedient pokemon, and not the mischievous harlot that she was.

“Right, I'm off!" April said, beckoning towards Flashpoint. The big rapidash gave Alice a slightly forlorn look, before taking a step towards his trainer. “Don't you worry none," April chided, tapping the equine's nose with a finger. “I'll bring lots of hay with me when we come back."

Flashpoint's ears perked up, and his steps got noticeably lighter, though both Keith and Alice had no idea what she meant.

“If ya need anything, just charge it to Violet Enterprises," she said in Keith's direction, before starting down the hallway, putting her stetson back on. “Oh, and don't go getting arrested!"

Alice gave a wistful sigh as Flashpoint disappeared around the corner, and Atlas narrowed his eyes at her intently.

“Well… hurry up and wait, I guess," Keith said, sighing and placing his hands on his head so he could walk back and forth aimlessly for a moment.

“You could always find someone to do down at the contest hall," Alice suggested.

Keith arched an eyebrow. “Nah, I'm all out. After being with Jewel… And Nova… and Jewel some more… and Kindle… and Zahara… It'd be like trying to get water out of an old dusty sponge."

Alice rolled her eyes. “If I left Lucia in your room you'd be pounding down with her within an hour."

“She'd have to fight Fayah to get to me," Keith said with a tiny smirk.

Alice arched an eyebrow. “Oh? Did you woo the lycanroc?"

“Well, it was more the other way around… Jewel helped," Keith pointed out.

Alice rolled her eyes again. “Of course she did. That girl could suck the colour off a pokeball."

“So where are you staying?"

Alice pondered a moment, leaning back against Atlas and looking up at him upside-down as he stared down at her from his towering height. “Well, I'll probably find a room here."

“You don't need to run off back to Dewford to try and beat up the gym again?"

Alice shook her head. “Lucia was beaten so soundly there's no point."

“Lu_car_io!" Lucia called from inside the room, huffing.

Alice giggled. “I'll give you a thousand pokedollars right now if you walk in there and ask her if you or Brawly fucked her harder."

Keith stared. “That won't even begin to cover the hospital bills."

Alice's eyes narrowed. “She wouldn't beat you up. She'd probably just have really aggressive sex with you."

Keith arched an eyebrow. “I reiterate: That wouldn't even cover the hospital bill."

Alice rolled her eyes, and then tapped a knuckle on the wall. “Lucia! C'mon, we gotta find a room!"

Lucia stepped out of the room on light paws, and peeked up at Keith, and then down at his inside-out shorts, and then back up at his face, tilting her head to the side. “Cario."

“I know," Keith grumbled, and then pet the lucario's ears on the way past into the room.

Lucia flattened her ears back, and her tail gave a slow flick as she huffed and fell into step beside her trainer.

And then it was finally back to Keith, Aleda, Tammy, and Fayah.

Keith closed the door, and then immediately stripped off his pants while Fayah watched from her corner, bemused.

“I'm not doing nothing," Keith protested at the lycanroc's stare, flipping the shorts the right way around and then tugging them back on. Tammy emerged from Aleda's tails, and pointed with a paw towards the bar fridge.

“Vul!"

Keith arched an eyebrow, and then opened the fridge, squinting inside. There was barely anything in there; just a jug of water and a few random alcoholic beverages, and individual packets of milk for making coffee.

“Pix!" Tammy said, bouncing and pointing.

Keith arched an eyebrow, and picked up one of the little milk packets. “This?"

“Vul!" Tammy affirmed.

Keith grabbed a bottle of alcohol from the shelf, having to tug on it a little bit to get the pressure plate it was sitting on to disengage. Once it disengaged, a faint beep warned him that the charge was added to his room; but Violet Enterprises was paying for it so he wasn't very concerned. He carefully pulled the cap off the little packet of milk, and then set it in front of Tammy, and she immediately grasped it between her forepaws, holding it tight and licking down into the opening happily.

Keith sat down on the edge of the bed, idly watching the television, where a strong-man show was on. A huge burly man and his machamp were taking turns deadlifting a ponyta, and had a rapidash and arcanine lined up next, with a goodra last in line to see which of them would win. The machamp was at a clear disadvantage as he could only use two arms as per the rules of the competition.

Keith leaned back, reaching over to offer some of the bottle to Aleda. The ninetales uncurled for a moment to sniff the top of the bottle and then immediately curled back up, wrinkling her nose and making a retching noise.

“Fine, more for me then," Keith laughed, reaching over to pet her ears. Aleda uncurled just enough to allow the pets, and then laid her chin on her tails, watching the strongman competition on the television.

Glancing over at Fayah, Keith leaned back across the bed and offered the open bottle to her.

Fayah tilted her head curiously, staring down at it, and gingerly took it in one of her large paws, lifting it to her muzzle to sample the scent of it. It was a rawst-berry tequila, and from his tasting sip, it was strong . Fayah didn't seem to dislike the scent however, and lifted it to her lips, taking a big swig.

“Woah, slow down with that!" Keith warned anxiously.

Fayah stared at him, and lowered the bottle, handing it back. It was already a fifth empty!

“Arceus that's going to hit you hard," Keith cautioned, staring at the lycanroc appraisingly. “You okay?"

“Roc," Fayah responded simply.

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Keith took another sip from the tequila bottle, sitting on the bed and looking out through the floor-to-ceiling windows over night-time Slateport. The sun had set an hour beforehand, and he had already eaten dinner. The strongman competition was long over, and now the television was tuned to a reality-TV show about trainers with 'themed' teams of only same-element pokemon attempting, and failing repeatedly, to take on the Kalos Champions League.

A cruise ship was pulling into the port, glittering in the darkness, and Keith vaguely wondered if he should start taking pictures of all the places he visited… and then remembered that he didn't even have a tablet with which to take pictures!

Cursing quietly to himself, Keith rose up from the bed, and moved to put his bottle away.

Fayah had been noticeably tipsy since she had drank a fifth of his bottle of alcohol, even though she tried to hide it. She had been at an unusual lean every time Keith noticed her, and her usual piercing stare was cloudy and slightly unfocused. She was still in her corner when Keith put his bottle back in the fridge, straightening up and pondering heading down to watch a late-night contest rehearsal before bed. He turned around to look out the window to see if there was any activity around the contest hall.

Fayah was on his bed.

Keith hadn't even heard her move onto it.

And she was staring at him, her pink eyes glowing intently, arranged in a pose that was almost alluring, and with a hungry stare that he hadn't seen on her before.

“Uh, hi," Keith said lamely.

Keith couldn't see her tail, but he could sense that the little teardrop of fur was twitching back and forth, hidden behind the big lycanroc's massive frame.

“Ly can," Fayah ordered, lifting a paw and pointing with a claw at the bed in front of her.

Keith arched an eyebrow, but did as ordered, stepping over to the bed and crawling up onto it on his knees, peering at the lycanroc, bemused.

“Roc," Fayah stated, staring at him intently. She shifted her weight, no longer leaning back, and instead moved onto her knees, her little teardrop tail visibly twitching in the air behind her.

Keith peered up at her, head tilting to the side. Even with both of them on their knees, Fayah was noticably larger than him. “Whatcha looking for?" Keith asked, only for Fayah to give a low growl and lift one of her big paws, pressing it against his chest and then quickly pushing him down to pin him on the bed, staring down at him with intent glowing eyes.

For just a moment, Keith felt a rush of fear. Fayah's gaze was slightly unfocused, and her paw was a little too rough; she was clearly still tipsy, and being pinned by a lycanroc a foot taller than you was more than enough to make someone's knees knock together.

But then Fayah's large paw lifted, and instead, her paws went to his hips, giving a firm tug at his pants.

“H-hey, hold on!" Keith protested, earning an intent, incensed stare from the lycanroc.

“Just… be gentle!" Keith tried to caution.

Fayah stared at him, and her paws tensed, her long claws slipping down past the hem of Keith's shorts. Her claws were cold, and Keith shivered as he felt the smooth edges of them against his inner thighs, before Fayah growled and tightened her paws.

Riiiiiiiiiip!

“Hey!" Keith squirmed, reaching down to try and grasp the lycanroc's paws as he felt a draught of cold air against his cock, with a giant rip in the front of his pants now.

Fayah stared at him again, and Keith relented, huffing and just resting his palms atop her paws, squirming slightly. “You're just… you're huge."

“Ly can," Fayah agreed, staring up at him and then leaning in, pushing her nose into his crotch to give a slow nuzzle against his half-hard length.

Keith squirmed, and his hands tightened on Fayah's paws, his grip only growing stronger when the lycanroc's powerful tongue swirled out to give a long stroke up the length of his cock, straightening it out against his belly.

One of Keith's hands lifted to rest on Fayah's muzzle, and she rumbled faintly, pausing and then tilting her muzzle down to give him another long, slow lick, from his base to tip, making his hips shift slowly and his cock start throbbing to life.

With a hungry growl, Fayah finished tearing his shorts, parting them entirely along one of the seams, until she could grasp the torn fabric and throw it aside carelessly, leaving a quite nervous Keith naked from the waist down.

Fayah stared up at him, her claws curling around his hips, reminding Keith not for the first time that morning just how big the lycanroc was, even as she derailed his train of thought by capturing his tip with her silken tongue and straightening up his cock so she could sink her muzzle down over him, burying him right to the base in her roomy muzzle until her soft nose bumped his stomach.

Keith shuddered, reaching a hand down to rest on the bridge of the lycanroc's nose, and she paused a moment, peering up at him, her glowing eyes staring into his own as she carefully curled her tongue around his cock.

Fayah tilted her head slightly to the side, giving a slow swallow, causing soft, slick flesh to work against his tip for a moment, and eager throbs to bring the turgid cock to life, stiffening against her tongue.

A soft hum left the lycanroc, and she closed her muzzle down around him, giving a soft, gentle suckle to get him to full mast, before fixing him with that intent stare once more.

Keith squirmed slightly in place as Fayah lifted her muzzle off him, dragging a lick from the base of his cock all the way to his tip as she did so, pressing the stiff length against his own stomach. Keith's eyes widened as Fayah rose, and the bed sagged under their combined weight as the lycanroc's knees, and all the weight they were holding up, nestled on either side of his own.

Fayah towered over him, her imposing height becoming all the more intimidating by the fact that it was all above him now, leaving him only able to look up, and up, and up at her, while she had to tilt her head down until her chin was almost touching her chest just to make eye-contact!

The lycanroc's imposing height was replaced by an even more intimidating visage as she placed both of her large paws on either side of Keith's head, carefully crawling up his form, the bed noticeably shifting as her knees shuffled up on either side of his hips.

Keith's hands automatically found her hips, and he could feel her little tail twitching urgently back and forth as she carefully approximated their relative positions.

Fayah's glowing eyes glanced down between them, helping her figure out how to settle her heavy hips atop him, and then her gaze found his own again, just in time for her to press his stiff cock flush against his belly with a firm grind of her supple outer lips right against it.

Keith bit back a gasp, and Fayah stared at him, her red eyes narrowed and hungry as she carefully ground her hips against his own, dragging the soft outer lips of her tight cunt against the entire length of his cock, the sheer weight of her hips keeping him tucked tight against her, letting him feel the silky-soft flesh dragging against him.

“Fuck," Keith hissed, biting his bottom lip, and Fayah paused, her ears perking up at him. A wicked smirk glittered in her glowing eyes, and she let her muscles relax, causing her hips to slide back down him, dragging her flesh against the underside of his cock, only for her to arch her hips against and drag back up him, quickly settling into a slow, deliberate rhythm of eager grinds against him.

“Ly can," Fayah growled, eyes narrowing down at him hungrily as she rocked against him a little harder and faster.

Keith's fingertips dug into her rock-hard hips and lower back, digging through her short, silken fur, and Fayah growled down at him, leaning in until her nose bumped against his own, staring into his eyes so close that he could feel her eager, heated exhalations ruffling his fringe.

“Ly. Can." Fayah repeated, giving a more intense grind of her powerful hips against his own.

Belatedly, Keith realised she was asking him something.

“W-what?" Keith squeaked, carefully squeezing her hips.

Fayah's eyes flashed.

“Ly. Can?" Fayah growled, more pronounced, dragging herself up his length so she could settle her soft cunt right against his tip, grinding it down into his belly with eager rolls of her powerful hips.

Keith couldn't understand her. There was definitely a language barrier, and being a pokemon of few words in the first place, deciphering Fayah's question was almost impossible. She was definitely asking him something. Was it permission?

Fayah's eyes narrowed down at Keith's hesitance to respond to her query.

Definitely not permission.

Keith's stomach twisted as he realised that Fayah wasn't asking a traditional question; she was asking a rhetorical question; almost ordering him to answer her:

Do you want it?

Fayah's eyes narrowed triumphantly as she saw the understanding flicker in Keith's gaze, and she hunched further down over him, her powerful hips angling, grinding up against his tip, letting him feel the first half-inch of his throbbing cock catch against her soft, supple inner flesh… with the granite-hard clench of her taut muscles eminently noticeable right behind it.

“Y-yes…" Keith managed to squeak, giving a half-hearted tug on her hips.

Fayah snarled in eager triumph, and then slammed her hips down on him. The bed creaked audibly, and Keith gasped as the air was momentarily knocked out of him and the entire weight of Fayah's hips suddenly settled into his lap… and eager, supple, grasping inner lycanroc flesh clenched around his aching cock.

It was like his cock was caught in a vice with a layer of slick, silken flesh cushioning it. Fayah's flesh was so incredibly tight. It was an entirely different sensation than Tammy or even Summer, where he had to fight for every inch deeper he got. Fayah could easily take all of him, but there wasn't even an ounce of 'give' in her inner flesh. He was gifted a narrow channel of heaven right to her core, and everything outside of that was almost literal rock-hard muscle.

Fayah rocked her hips against him, and that supple flesh shifted and clenched, squeezing and coaxing around his cock, and Keith gasped, holding her hips tight as he managed to get air back into his lungs.

“Roc," Fayah purred, staring down at him as she lifted up a few inches and then slammed back down on him, bouncing him on the bed.

A detached part of Keith's mind realised that a concerned Aleda and Tammy were watching almost fearfully from the spare bed, and the thought was quickly chased out of his head as Fayah's hips came back down on him again, burying him in the snug warmth of her clenching, velvet cunt.

Keith's palms gripped Fayah's hips, trying to get some kind of control of how she was bouncing on his lap, but trying to physically influence the big lycanroc's motions was like trying to move a mountain with his bare hands.

Fayah's massive paws lifted up, and for just a moment, her full weight was on his hips as she shifted, sinking them both down into the bed, until she could get her paws on his shoulders and resume bouncing. Her paws were so huge that his shoulders were entirely covered. Fayah was leaning back now, instead of hunching down on him, bouncing more vertically, keeping her weight on her knees and shifting up before eagerly dropping down on him, clenching his stiff cock in the silken moistness of her squeezing pussy.

A shudder passed down Keith's form, and one of his hands followed the line of her hips, tracing the powerful muscles across the front of her lower belly, fantasizing for a moment that he could feel his cock burying inside her past the rock-hard muscles. But outside of her silken depths, there was no give in the lycanroc's flesh, no deformation. Either his cock was going to conform to her shape, or her shape would make it conform.

Keith's hand shifted down, just enough to let his thumb rub against her clit, and Fayah growled softly, her heavy mane tossing and her tail urgently twitching back and forth, her bouncing hitching for just a moment. Delightfully-soft inner flesh clenched around him in response to his touch, and Keith shuddered, grinding down with his thumb to cause another ripple of Fayah's muscles to squeeze around his entire cock, delighting in the way the big lycanroc hips jerked with the simple motion.

Keith's first and only warning was a low, faltering growl from Fayah, bubbling up in her large chest, but Keith was too lost in the sensation of tight lycanroc cunt clenching around him with each press against her clit to heed her advice.

Fayah's claws clenched around Keith's shoulders, and she growled as she muscled through the reflexive jerks of her hips in response to Keith's rubbing, to lift her hips up several inches and then immediately drop down on him with enough eager force to make the bed bounce. Keith shuddered, his hand rising to her hip again, trying to modulate her motions, but Fayah was working with deliberate intent now.

The lycanroc's powerful hips tilted back as she lifted, dragging his stiff tip against the front wall of her constricting cunt, all the way to his tip, until only the crown of his cock was being subjected to the delicious squeeze of her silken inner flesh, only for her to straighten up and shift, and then bury him back inside her to the hilt, grinding her hips down on him until her soft outer lips were clenched around his very base, only for her to immediately cock her hips back to repeat the process!

“Fuck - Fuck - Fuck!" Keith hissed every time Fayah's hips thudded down atop his own.

Content that she had him under her full control, Fayah shifted her weight, and started to bounce. Her rhythm was immediately an eager thudding rut, powerful legs lifting her large hips up until a few inches of Keith's achingly-stiff cock were freed from her clenching grasp, only for her to reverse direction and immediately bury back down on him. There was no careful intent to her motions any more; just an eager, bouncing thud and grind of her hips down over him, her peculiar internal structure meaning that each eager drop of her hips in his lap was just as tight as the last. Fayah's body didn't seem to respond to his thrusts, to loosen or or gain any slack; and the sensation of her taut muscles begrudgingly giving him access to her soft core was quickly eroding Keith's willpower.

“Fayah… F-fuck - I'm - Nng!" Keith tried to warn, trying to wrap his arms around Fayah's middle to still the energetic bouncing of her hips that was rapidly threatening to end their coupling prematurely.

Keith felt a genuine knot of fear twist in his stomach as Fayah snarled, and he heard motion on the spare bed as Fayah suddenly gripped his wrists and forced them above his head.

Not for the first time that day, Keith was suddenly reminded that Fayah was nearly twice his weight and could probably lift him with a single paw. And now she had him thoroughly pinned, defenseless under her weight.

Fayah growled, her little tail urgently swatting back and forth as she adjusted her stance and started to bounce with rough, earnest intent on him. There was no pause or caution, just raw eager bouncing of her hips in his lap, sliding up a few inches only to immediately cram herself back down to his base, sealing him balls-deep in that clenching lycanroc cunt only to immediately repeat the process.

Fayah's motions were getting more and chaotic, her hips angling and jerking each time she bounced on him, changing the way her slick insides caressed around his stiff flesh, assaulting him with unpredictable sensations.

Keith bit his tongue, his toes curling as Fayah's rhythm accelerated, bouncing in his lap so hard now that he could feel the bed shifting worryingly every time she moved. His cock was rock-hard and throbbing, and each of Fayah's motions was pushing him closer and closer to the edge, and it was taking all of his willpower to not just blow his load in her.

Fayah's hips were starting to twitch, and her hazy, unfocused stare was fixed on a point above him somewhere, and he could see each of her motions having an effect on her. Every time she slammed down on him, her jaw slackened a little more, and her tongue slipped out a little further, he ears tilting more and her muscles becoming less able to keep her motions focused and ordered. And the clenching! Fayah's pussy was an unyielding vice of silken flesh that grasped and squeezed around him with surprising urgency, her velvet wetness smothering his cock with delicious friction.

Keith didn't want to break Fayah's trance, because she was so very clearly about to orgasm, but it was getting harder and harder to fight down his own peak. His hips were straining up of their own accord, and the feathery caress of Fayah's deepest reaches kissing his tip every time she took him to the base was driving him crazy. If his hands weren't pinned, he would have been trying to roll her over so he could fuck her like a wild animal, but Fayah was in utter control.

And then, mercifully, the dam broke.

Fayah's back arched, and her ears stood straight up, her gaze focusing for a nanosecond before drifting to haziness once more as her entire body tensed and tightened. One last heaving shove of her hips down on top of Keith finished her off, and she snarled eagerly as she seated herself in his lap, her soft lips clenching like a vice around his very base. Fayah's body tightened around him, cinching down, conforming to every inch of him and squeezing down on him in a way he'd never experienced before. It was a crushing, inexorable pressure, squeezing and tightening around him in maddening bands, coaxing him with the supple kiss of wet flesh, juxtaposed with the unyielding compression of her granite muscles squeezing around every millimetre of him.

“F-fuck!" Keith snarled, bucking underneath the orgasming lycanroc, her coaxing, clenching cunt drawing his orgasm out of him. His entire cock throbbed and tensed futilely against Fayah's uncompromising grasp, and his hips struggled against her, trying to push up to get a millimetre deeper inside her as sudden eager spurts of human spunk were pumped right up into lycanroc cunt!

Keith felt a sudden shock of concern almost override his orgasm as Fayah's gaze snapped down to him with the first burst of his spunk that touched her inner walls. He had her full, absolute, entire attention in that moment, and he felt like a rattata that had stepped on a twig behind a persian.

Fayah's expression of cloudy enjoyment morphed into one of lustful hunger, and her paws tightened around him as her hips bore down on him, grinding that final millimetre that Keith desperately needed, while her grasping depths eagerly clenched around his spurting tip, capturing it in a wet kiss and then a ravenous smothering of eager flesh that almost desperately coaxed at him. Fayah was still orgasming, clearly, but her wild intent had returned, an almost feral snarl of delight rising in her throat as she arched her hips and lifted up a solid inch only to cram herself back down in his lap, causing soft flesh to shift around his spurting coax, sending a potent shock of pleasure shooting through his core.

Keith arched up underneath the lycanroc, a cry dying in his throat as Fayah drew up and then slammed down again, holding tight against him, staring down at him with hungry, feral lust in her eyes as her coaxing flesh milked him for his spunk. And then she lifted up again, and Keith's cry was audible this time, stuttering and incoherent as her perfectly-constricting flesh ruthlessly drained him.

Fayah's feral snarl of delight echoed as she slammed down one final time, holding tight against him, her rhythmically-clenching flesh milking Keith for his last earnest spurts even as a slick ring of drooling white spunk spilled in messy strings from around their union. She stared down at him, muzzle parted and chest heaving as she slowly rocked her hips, savouring the sensations as she carefully rocked against him.

A soft whimper left Keith as he felt Fayah's immense weight fall across him. She had released his arms, but he was so ruthlessly fucked and so lacking of energy at that moment that he couldn't even fathom finding the strength to lift his arms to wrap around her.

“F… f-fuck…" Keith groaned incoherently.

“Ly can," Fayah mumbled in agreement.