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Matthew yawned as he pulled up Dr. Willow's driveway, once again parking behind the shipping container. He wondered if they would have to pay to have it removed—seemed unfair, but ultimately Matthew had little say in the matter. He plucked his soda bottle from its cup holder and headed inside with his bookbag.

He expected Dr. Willow to still be sleeping. They talked the day before about Matthew keeping his regular hours to help maintain the hatcheries. He had copies of all the keys on the property, and unlocked the front door now, heading inside.

He didn't notice Strypes right away, shutting the door and turning around to find the obstagoon standing just outside the glass door, broad back to Matthew. The young man froze as he spotted Leor between Strypes' legs, on her knees, the skirt she wore yesterday shucked off at some point. In fact, she wore no clothing at all, he quickly realized, his face growing redder as he watched Strypes pump his hips.

For the most part, Matthew never thought of himself as attracted to women, but the image of Leor on her knees burned into Matthew's brain: her fine white fur grew a little thicker at her chest, tufts of greyer fur growing in between two breasts, which heaved in a heavy breath at each smack of Strypes' hips. Her nipples were the color of burnt charcoal—Leor squeezed her breast with one hand, pinching the nipple. An occasional bead of milk would form and soak into her fur, matting it like it was around her collarbone and neck with a mixture of drool and something thicker. Matthew could not see her face, just her throat apple flutter up and down, bulging around the bestial length thrusting inside her while Strypes' havy balls slapped against her chin.

He couldn't look away, yet Matthew's eyes struggled to know where to look. The image of Leor's face getting fucked, her breasts teased, or the bright red cock, spade-tipped like most furred pokemon. Leor's other hand had wrapped around the base of a knot fat as her closed fist. Across the finished wood of the deck, translucent ropes of precum left a signature of her arousal. Her hips rocked in time with Strypes', as she took all this pleasure from sucking her obstagoon's cock.

With his limited sexual experience, Matthew had enjoyed giving head, but he never saw someone enjoy it quite as much as Leor seemed to now. Not in person, at least. Those videos he watched of an equalist servicing her lucario, however…

That reminder made him flinch, almost dropping the bottle in his hand. He didn't want them to know he saw them, but when he glanced up he saw that Strypes had looked over his shoulder, red gaze pinning Matthew in place. An expression of feral delight which said: “I know what you are, what you want to see."

Strypes stepped back with his left foot, Leor leaning forward, following, and Matthew now saw her face: fur a matted mess of greasy obstagoon arousal and drool and tears, cheeks flushed beneath her coat. That long, dark red prick slid slowly from her puckered lips, its length and girth bigger than any human Matthew had the pleasure of knowing. As the tip popped free, so did Leor's long tongue, similar to her mate's, with three studs pierced along it. She panted raggedly, leaning against Strypes' thigh, tongue lolling out her mouth, dripping just past her chin.

Leor, in her dazed state, finally looked at Matthew, only one red eye able to see, half her face buried in Strypes' shaggy fur. Matthew's jaw dropped as she moaned, her body cinched with tension a moment before she shuddered and came. As if the realization Matthew watched sent her over the edge. Her cock jumped and splattered a thick, gooey trail of semen across the deck of the back porch. She squeezed under her knot, hips humping listlessly as she gasped, shuddered, her balls emptying themselves. Those furry testicles, even from where Matt stood, visibly clenched against Leor.

Through the door, through the artificial lemon scent of an air freshener Dr. Willow put up last afternoon, Matthew could smell them. The smell of their sex, their musk, their semen. Those corruptive bodily fluids that—

Matthew groaned, feeling his own cock ache in his boxers. Arceus he wanted to throw open the door and taste it. Just know what it would feel like—then maybe he could finally stop thinking about it. Just sate his curiosity and get these feelings under control. If he just went out there now and…

With a curse, Matthew turned around and walked back out the door, slamming it behind him. Huffing, panting, he sat down on the porch. He set down his soda and bookbag next him, tucked his knees in and bit down on one just to keep from yelling. He groaned, let his emotions pass, and stared off into the forest in the middle distance. He began counting trees until his erection managed to go down.

His brain still panicked with how he'd face Leor—sorting through apologies for not immediately leaving soon as he saw them, which any normal person would have done instead of gawking like—

“Oh thank goodness, I was scared you were going to run off."

Leor's voice made Matthew startle so hard he knocked over his soda. He cursed, scrambling to right it as she approached.

“I'm sorry, I didn't—you shouldn't have had to see that," Leor said. She wore her clothes now, but the stink of sex was even stronger than before, making Matthew's face flush and loins heat up all over again. She squatted down opposite of Matthew, along the walkway to the driveway, keeping a respectful distance.

Throat dry, Matthew took a drink, wishing the carbonated liquid was water now instead. He set it down and mumbled, “Where's, um, Strypes?"

Leor took the pokeball hooked to the hem of her skirt. “In here. Figured this would be better for you."

“I'm… I'm sorry for staring," Matthew said without prompting.

Leor knitted her brow in a frown. Matthew could barely look at her: she'd wiped up her mess, but along the collar of her shirt, the fur along her neck remained damp and matted. “Why are you apologizing? You didn't do anything wrong."

“I didn't? I walked in on you two—"

Leor held out her palm. “Stop. Come on, don't go blaming yourself. Strypes and I were the ones fucking out in the open without a care in the world. We thought you'd get here around the same time you did yesterday, and we were trying to kill time cause we got locked out of the house. I… When Strypes and I noticed you, I was caught up in the moment." Leor shook her head. “Anyways, post-nut clarity can be a bitch. I'm sorry for exposing you to us without your consent. You won't ever have to deal with that from us again, I promise."

Matthew studied her for a moment, unsure why he still felt guilty. He said, “I'm sorry if this makes things awkward around us."

Leor laughed. “Quit apologizing, kid. You're what, twenty?"

“Twenty-two."

Leor shuffled a little closer. “Alright, well take it from someone who turned thirty this year, you shouldn't worry so much about stepping on mine or anyone else's toes, alright? I'm not mad at you, I'm going to just let this roll off my back."

“Right, okay. Yeah, I'll try to do the same." Which felt like a lie stinging in his throat soon as Matthew said it. He couldn't help but ask at the same time, “How long have you and Strypes been together?"

Leor tapped her chin a moment, counting in her head. “Ten years, give or take? We used to be a lot worse, to be honest. I used to think fucked up shit like, 'Yeah, well let them watch,' but I've learned better."

“You still enjoy being watched, though." Soon as Matthew said it, he clapped his hand over his mouth.

But Leor just reached over and flicked his knee. “And you seemed to enjoy watching." When Matthew buried his face in his knees to hide his blush, Leor fell back onto her butt laughing. “Oh come on now! Don't get bashful. I'm a pretty open person, Matthew, and I'm happy to talk about equalists stuff if you ever want to. Just scientifically, of course."

Matthew wished to shrivel up and die.

“Hey, come on, there's nothing wrong with wanting what you want. Alright?"

He gave her the silent treatment, hugging his knees tighter and wishing Leor didn't encourage him to ruin his life.

She stood up, touched his shoulder, and in a gentle whisper added, “I won't be any pushier than this, but when you are ready to talk about it, I'd be happy to. Being an equalist isn't all doom and gloom, you know? We have pretty great lives, and there are resources out there to help us stay on our feet when the rest of the world tries to knock us down."

Leor walked past him and through the unlocked door. Matthew didn't know what to say. His nails pinched into his legs, hugging them tighter. He took a deep breath and grabbed his things. He stepped through the open doorway and shut it behind him, just as Leor came back down the hallway that led to Dr. Willow's room.

Leor said, “Lucas and Kypha are sleeping together."

“He wasn't able to get him to sleep outside?"

“Uh, no," Leor glanced back at the room, then added, “Best to leave them alone. You don't need to walk in on that."

Matthew's eyes went wide. “Were they…?" He couldn't finish the sentence.

“I don't think so, but your professor is naked, and I doubt you want to know what his dick looks like the same day you saw mine."

Matthew grimaced and turned away, considered retreating back outside.

“Too soon to make jokes? Right, sorry," Leor reached out to him, hesitated, then pulled her hand away. “Anyways, he's naked, you don't need to walk in on that. I'm going to make breakfast—you eat anything yet?"

Leor changed the subject while heading into the kitchen, opening the fridge and looking through it. Matthew cleared his throat and forced himself to face in Leor's direction. He looked once again across the living room to the dining room, just left of the table where one had a clear view of the sliding glass doors that led out onto the back porch. The deck's wooden boards had been sprayed down with the garden hose, droplets of water dried onto the door now and leaving spots.

And it was so easy to picture Leor naked again, on her knees—see the trail of soft, fuzzy fur that became this tuft between her breasts, that trailed to a thin line at her navel, then spilled in a treasure trail to thick pubic fur. So different looking to the touch than the fine, thin coat on her arms. Blushing, he went to the dining table and set down his bookbag and drink. He sat slightly turned away from the door, checking his phone briefly. The lock screen showed a text from his mom reminding him to take his meds.

“You hear me earlier?"

“Hmm? Oh, breakfast, yeah I had something on the way here," Matthew answered.

“Alright," Leor said. “Coffee?"

“No thanks… Leor?"

“Yeah?"

“Do you think I'm an equalist?"

Leor stopped bustling around the kitchen, a pan now on the stove, the brown egg in Leor's hand perched over the lip of the counter to be cracked. It was a long enough pause Matthew looked up, about to apologize for asking the question. Then she neatly tapped the egg on the counter and opened it over the pan. As it sizzled in butter, Leor said, “Only person who can answer that question is you, Matt."

He sighed. “Figures you'd say that."

“I've met a lot of people with feelings like yours," Leor said as she pinched salt over the pan, reaching next for the pepper grinder.

“Feelings like mine?"

“Feelings like you're attracted to pokemon and don't know what to do about it."

“Ah," Matthew said. A strange surge of shame smoldered in his chest. He could not pin its origin: if in that moment it came from his upbringing or shame that Leor had him so easily figured out.

“It's alright. I'm not going to judge you for what you do or don't do. Some folks go on to be equalists, some don't." Leor flipped the egg she fried and clicked off the burner, letting it cook the remainder in the pan. She picked up the carafe in the coffee maker and started to make herself coffee. “I'm not trying to make you into one, either. I just noticed your curiosity, and thought I'd let you know your curiosity is welcome with me. It can be hard, when you're not in the community, to talk to an equalists about these things."

Coffee being brewed, Leor went to the backdoor and slid it open. She went around the corner and quickly returned with a hiking backpack. She set it down by the door and went back into the kitchen, digging out a bag of bagels from the breadbox. Matthew frowned, glanced at the still open backdoor, and got up to shut it.

When he sat back down, Leor said, “I have to eat before I take my morning meds. Otherwise I'll get dizzy."

“What do you take?" Matthew asked. He reached into his bookbag and retrieved his own pill caddy.

Leor grinned when she noticed it. “HRT pills, anti-anxiety, and a vitamin that helps keep my fur glossy. You?"

Matthew popped open the caddy and took out his day meds: two oblong pills of different sizes, and a gummy colored and textured like a miniature oran berry. “Antidepressant, antiallergen, and anti-pheromonal."

“What type?"

Matthew shrugged and put the pills away. “All of them. My parents and doctor haven't found a pokemon type that I won't have a strong reaction to."

Leor stopped spreading cream cheese on a bagel to face him. “And you want to be a pokemon breeder?"

Matthew shrugged. “This is just a class. I was thinking nurse at a pokecenter? Working with Dr. Willow just fulfills one of my internship credits."

“Ahhh." Breakfast sandwich assembled, Leor returned to the table with it on a plate. “It doesn't scare you at all to be doing this job?"

“I mean, we wear protection when working out in the hatcheries," Matthew said, thinking of the long gloves and aprons out there. Though, that was to simply minimize contact with a pokemon's bodily fluids, since some amount of their hormones could be passed through skin contact. Dr. Willow had to get regular blood work done, like a drug test, to make sure his hormone levels weren't elevated by over-exposure.

Leor drummed a claw on his pill caddy. “People take this stuff because just smelling the wrong kind of pokemon gets them worked up and confused. Is that part of the pokemon attraction for you? Are you, like, hypersensitive to a pokemon's musk?"

Matthew said, “Yeah, it's… I get a bit loopy? I get a bit loopy, which makes it hard to concentrate or work on anything."

Leor nodded. “So when was the first time you noticed yourself attracted to a pokemon?"

“It was my dad's charmeleon, I was twelve, a few weeks from going with my parents and applying for my first pokemon," Matthew said. “Then, after, it just… I got diagnosed with hypopokegenic syndrome."

Leor reached across the table and squeezed his wrist, surprising the young man to look up into her red eyes. “I know a few folks with HPS, it can be really difficult, especially when society's answer is what it is."

“What do you mean?" Matthew asked.

Leor released his wrist. “They told me they weren't allowed to register any pokemon in their name, and that the pills themselves had some nasty side-effects."

Low level fatigue, little to no libido, slight weight gain, depression—the things Matthew experienced sprung to mind. He was rather lucky, though, some people with HPS suffered outright chronic fatigue syndrome on the medication. Matthew shrugged. “It's not the worst."

“Mmm, if you say so."

Leor took a bite of her food. Matthew checked his phone, saw his mother's message again, and got up to get a glass of water. When he returned to the dining table, he found the gummy he left on the table torn in half. When he reached for them, Leor snatched one half.

“Just take that much today." She took another bite of her bagel sandwich.

“Um, I can't?" Matthew asked while the yolk burst in Leor's sandwich and dripped on her plate.

She swallowed hard and said, “Yes you can." She took a drink of his water. “Ah, sorry, almost had some food get stuck. Anyways, you can handle a half dose. It isn't as bad as you think."

“Do you seriously think you can just—"

“Have you ever tried? Or have you always just been taking the dosage they prescribe?" Matthew gawked at her, unwilling to tell her yes. Leor's expression softened and she added, “I can spend the day with you, if you like. If something seems off, I'll get you back in here and you can take the other half while I do whatever chores Lucas gave you today."

“You really don't think it's dangerous?"

“It's only dangerous if a pokemon takes advantage of you right? I'll make sure it doesn't happen."

He still hesitated.

“I promise! Listen, this isn't me trying to reverse drug you into being an equalist. Nor am I trying to have some pokemon fuck you—one good lay doesn't make you a pokefucker for life."

Matthew took a deep breath, trying to not freak out over this. “Fine," he muttered before taking the two pills with his water and tossing the gummy in his mouth. He sucked on it under his tongue, letting it dissolve into his saliva.

As he did, Leor continued to eat while Matthew texted his mother, already did! Leor asked him about his degree, and Matthew described his history at college while the ranger ate. When she finished, she rinsed off the dish she used and simply returned it to the cabinet she found it in. Matthew watched her, noting a slender bump in her skirt that had to be a short tail. The tank top she wore left her shoulders exposed, and he noticed thicker fur under them. He wondered, idly, what she'd smell like there, before Leor sat back down next to him.

“So, what do we need to do today, boss?"

“How long did it take for your fur to grow in?"

“Hehe, you want to ask me that now?" Leor scooted closer to him, ignoring how Matthew shrunk into his chair a little. “Is there anything we should do first?"

“Well, normally I let Joule and River out to stretch their legs and keep me company while I check the repel sprinklers around the edges of the yard, but that's not—I can do that later."

Leor smiled and held out her arm in front of him. Matthew glanced at her and she nodded. Still, his fingers trembled as he slowly reached out and touched her wrist. His whole hand relaxed once he finally made contact. The fur had to be a little thinner than a meowth's, sleek and soft when his fingers stroked along the grain. Leor said as Matthew explored the feel of her arm, “It started with my body hair about two months in. Grew into this." She lifted her elbow to show the thicker fur in her armpit. Matthew's cheeks heated as he caught a brief whiff of her sweat. “Then it started to grow in around my belly and out from there."

“What else changed?" Matthew asked.

“Well," she leaned in and Matthew's heart leapt into his throat, but she did not kiss him. She simply opened her mouth, and he saw her teeth had changed. It looked closer to Strypes' than a human's. Leor leaned back and stuck out her tongue, just a brief moment, showing its inhuman length before it slipped back between her lips. “My mouth for one. It took me a while to get used to the new tongue, but it helped when my jaw lengthened a little."

“It lengthened?

“Just a little. I was more baby-faced before," she ran a claw along her jawline. Matthew always considered her features more angular than anything, defined cheekbones and jaw, but he supposed those were changes wrought by Strypes. “Bone stuff is the one thing that can't be easily changed back. We call it our second puberty, or growing pains." She spanked her hips and said, “These used to ache for months before finally getting to the size they are now. Then I looked in the mirror one day and felt this sudden rush of euphoria about my hips, how womanly they looked. It wasn't long after that I came out as trans."

“Is hip growth common?" Matthew asked.

Leor shook her head. “Not always. Typically it happens to those of us who have a penchant for laying eggs, to make the whole process easier."

A video of an equalist pushing out an egg sprang to mind all too readily for Matthew. He swallowed and said, “That, uh, makes sense."

Leor asked, “Is there a pokemon you have a crush on?"

Matthew started so badly he almost fell out of his chair. “What? No… I'm not allowed to have any pokemon—h-how would I even get to know one well enough to…"

“Just a thought. Typically, what makes someone end up an equalist is they get into a committed relationship with one or a few pokemon. You can cruise and fuck pokemon casually, you just have to take something to flush your system of their hormones later. Plenty of chasers who just like to fuck."

“Ah, that makes sense," Matthew said. He was familiar with the medicine Leor described: Dr. Willow kept a bottle in the house and in the first-aid kits in each hatchery. Standard protocol for a breeder, given that, in some circles, they were considered to handle hazardous chemicals regularly. Matthew had never taken something like that before, but heard it was about as pleasant to take as a laxative.

“Anyways, how about we get started with today? I'm sure you have more than enough to do without blabbering with me."

***

Matt still remained tense around Leor for most of the day. She suspected it would take him some time to get over what happened this morning, and yet… she swore he would steal glances at her. She pretended not to notice, and helped him with his work.

Lucas's property rested on a five acre field, with repel sprinklers along the edges of the lawn. They were used to keep most wilds off the property and the hatcheries safe. They checked those first while Strypes got to know Joule and River. Then came the hatcheries themselves: Hatchery One housed pokemon staying there with Lucas to breed. Most of these included private contracts with rarer pokemon variants, like a shiny stantler or talonflame half as small as its normal species that the client wanted to reproduce. Hatchery Two housed incubators for the property, while Hatchery Three housed hatched pokemon, who otherwise were raised until they were able to be released or returned to the client who commissioned the breeding.

Leor enjoyed the simple work of caring for pokemon, and saw in Matt a kindred sort of enjoyment. A pleasure that came in meeting a pokemon's needs and making them happy. No one was due to actually breed, no eggs ready to hatch, so they gave Hatcheries One and Three yard time, fed them, groomed those that needed grooming, and cleaned pens.

By the time they stepped out of Hatchery Three, the high noon sun had Leor soaked in a sheen of sweat. She lifted her arms up and stretched, not caring that it lifted her shirt and revealed her fuzzy midriff.

“Leor?" she turned to see Matt had shut and locked the climate controlled hatchery behind them. His eyes flicked to her exposed navel, and she tugged her shirt down to spare him.

“What's up?"

“You see River and Joule?"

She'd not. “Last I checked, Strypes was hanging out with them," she said before pinching two fingers to her lips. Her sharp, high whistle made Matt flinch, and for a moment, he just stared, confused. Then another whistle sounded from a distance, and Leor pointed out to the treeline. “Looks like they went on a hike."

“Weird. They usually don't leave the property," Matt said.

“Want to see what's up?"

“Got nothing better to do," Matt said. “We'll go get them then lunch?"

“The two of us or the five of us?"

“Um, five, if you don't mind? With Dr. Willow keeping weird hours, I feel bad about keeping his pokemon in their balls all day."

“No worries," Leor said as they crossed the yard together. “How are you feeling by the way?"

“Hmm? Alright, I guess."

“Those hatcheries were ripe. Didn't get fucked up by the smell at all?"

“Oh, uh, no. I think I might have felt something at some point, but working with someone helped a lot, I think. We weren't in there long enough for me to really get affected by it," Matt said. “Thank you for your help today. It's been nice having some company."

“Dr. Willow never do any of the grunt work?"

“He does, but he's… more professional."

“Not as friendly, you mean."

“Yeah…" Matt shook his head. “Don't get me wrong, he's been really great to me. Despite my condition, he's one of the few people that trusted me when I said I would be safe around pokemon."

“Mmm, I suppose he is a good guy."

“Yeah, he's just—I don't know. I think he works this job because he prefers pokemon over people, you know?"

Leor shrugged. “No, I get that. Being a ranger is great. Whenever I don't want to deal with people I can just run off into the wilds with Strypes."

Matt idly scratched his arm and admitted, “I think that's another hangup for me."

“Hangup?"

“Like, the Pokemon Rangers' Guild protects equalist, right? I've heard it's the only place you can really work safely while being out."

Leor sighed. “Yeah, there just happened to be a critical mass of us who were rangers and also equalists. We were able to get protections into our bylaws, and the guild helps make sure people can't hire a ranger unless it's through them, and they go to bat for us. It's been amazing watching that change in the last decade, you know?"

Matt nodded. “Yeah, but see, I don't want to be a ranger. I like camping just fine, but roughing it for weeks on end, fighting poachers or wilds? I'm not really interested in that."

“So you're worried if you took the plunge, you'd just lose everything you've worked for so far?"

“I guess, yeah," Matt admitted as they got closer to the treeline. He spotted Leor putting her fingers to her lips again and covered his ears before she whistled.

Two short whistles answered back from the woods.

“They're going to come to us," Leor said. They walked into the shade of the nearby trees and Leor added, “You know we have people in the community who are self-employed, right? Our own doctors, clothiers, breeders, trainers, and whatnot. Granted, none of it is glamorous, but there are enough of us out there that we manage to make lives for ourselves supporting each other. Becoming an equalist doesn't mean becoming a ranger."

Rustling from the brush caught their attention, and Leor ducked something tossed at her. She gasped, seeing a pair of boxers, crusted in dried cum laying in the grass beside her. “What the fuck, Strypes?" The obstagoon came out from around the bush snickering, a paw over his mouth.

River and Joule followed close behind. River was a lucario whose ears barely rose past five feet. His blue-black coat was well groomed, steel spikes polished, with a few gold cuffs wrapped around the pokemon's dense, almost dreadlock-like hair. Joule, a luxray, came up to the same height of River walking on all fours. Like River, the luxray was well groomed, and only stood out by the set of spiked studs pierced along Joule's right ear. Those had surprised Leor, at first. Normally, most people didn't put much time or thought into letting their pokemon accessorize, especially because Lucas had to take care of those piercings, cleaning and changing them, etc.

River yipped when he spotted Matt, and padded over with Joule in tow. “Hey River, Joule." Both pokemon nuzzled up to him, and Matt scratched behind each of their ears. “Where did you two go, huh?"

“Rah?" River went over and nudged the boxers with his toe.

“That's what you two were investigating?" Matt asked as Joule idly leaned against him, purring while he continued to scratch.

Leor went to the soiled underwear and crouched beside it. She picked it up between two claws and glanced at Strypes. “This is Lucas's, isn't it?"

The obstagoon nodded with a wide, toothy grin.

“Explains what he and Kypha got into last night," Leor said.

“You don't think he actually—"

“We'll let him explain when he wakes up," Leor said. “These can go at the bottom of the trash." They smelled of spent typhlosion semen: a strange mixture of charred wood and rancid flowers. No one's fluids smelled good when baking in the summer sun all morning.

“Was there anything else out there?" Matt asked.

River shook his head.

“How about you three run ahead and get ready for lunch? Me and Strypes will, uh, save you the trouble of walking back with this stench."

Matt was all too happy to leave the stinking boxers behind and head into the house.

***

Cookies from a tin, microwavable meals, sandwiches, these were the things Matthew could confidently prepare in a kitchen. He opened the back door and told River and Joule, “Remember to wash off your paws." Both assented as he headed indoors, thinking he would get out the things needed for sandwiches. Did Dr. Willow have any chips? Just pretzels, but in the fridge he found a container of deviled eggs. He got those out, too. He should ask Leor about getting a grocery list together. He could pick it up and—

A chirp from Joule made Matthew pause from setting out plates on the table. Both River and Joule waited at the door, just as Leor walked up, stepping through the threshold and asked, “What's wrong with them?"

“Dr. Willow has them wash their paws before coming inside."

Just as Matthew said it, Strypes shouldered past the other two pokemon. He leaned against the table, pressing up against Leor and the chair she sat in. He grabbed one of the deviled eggs Matthew set out and offered it to her. He looked away, wishing he didn't have to listen to Leor eat out of his paw.

“Mmm, these are good—mmff! Ah, Strypes, not here," Leor breathed. The obstagoon growled and Matthew didn't need to guess what just happened.

“I'm going to help these guys out," Matthew muttered, stepping through the door and shutting it behind him. River and Joule both gave quizzical looks. “It's nothing. Why haven't you two washed up yet?"

River went over to the coiled garden hose and a small bucket beside it with a dried rag hanging on the lip. He picked it up and held it out to Matthew. The young man frowned, but came over and kneeled beside River.

He took the rag and said, “Do you two really need me to do this for you?"

Joule nosed his shoulder and mewled.

“Fine, fine," Matthew grumbled. When River and Joule felt particularly bratty they would do this, but he supposed it did work better this way. River just sprayed their paws down with the hose, and they'd both track water around the house when they came in. “We'll start with you, Joule."

The luxray trotted around in front of him while Matthew held the rag to the mouth of the hose, twisting the spigot. He let the rag get soaked, shut off the water, and squeezed the rag once. By the time he was ready, River had pulled up one of the chairs for the porch and sat at it, watching as Matthew lifted Joule's forepaw. The luxray had three digits and one large pad at the base of their foot. Each one was a soft charcoal color, and hardly had any dirt on it at all. Really Dr. Willow just had the pair do it for consistency's sake, but River and Joule always seemed to take very good care of their paws regardless. Matthew rubbed down each of Joule's forepaws, enjoying how those pads felt against his flesh, especially when cleaned.

Forepaws finished, Joule stepped forward and turned so his backside faced Matthew. The luxray shamelessly lifted his tail, flashing Matthew with the sight of a pair of heavy, furry balls hanging in a sack coated in downy black fur. Joule lifted his left rear paw and chirped back at the blushing youth.

Despite the fact Joule had never done something like this, despite the fact the luxray gently wagged his tail to draw attention to a soft looking, pink pucker, despite how the sudden waft of Joule's musk made Matthew almost choke, the young man told himself nothing was amiss. It would only be weird if Matthew made it weird. He tried his best to just watch the paw he cleaned, but even that… the soft, shiny fur, the spongy-but-firm pad itself smooth as he let his thumb run across it. He shivered when he heard Joule purring, but pressed on to the other paw, finding his breathing became harder and harder. Had Joule always smelled this good? A sharp and sweet musk, almost like petrichor before a storm but… sweatier? More masculine… virile…

He started with a gasp, noticing he'd leaned in, nose inches from those inviting balls. Joule just chirped and spun around, rubbing his face then shoulder into Matthew in a feline show of affection. River yipped impatiently and pulled Matthew back into his body.

“A-alright you brat, you going to come over here or just sit there like royalty?"

River just lifted his soft pink paw.

Matthew shuffled over, grumbling, “Dr. Willow doesn't spoil you two like this, I bet." He wasn't actually upset, however. In fact, he liked that these two trusted him enough to ask for pampering. He got closer, grabbing River's ankle and resting it under his forearm paw almost pressed to his chest. It smelled good, too. An earthier, more mellow musk, fresh air replaced with the smell of River's paw. Matthew huffed, his dick pressing up against his underwear. It would be annoying to explain to Leor how these two got him to pitch a tent. She'd probably be smug about it.

When had Matthew dropped his rag? He'd gotten lost in thought, brain buzzing happily. He held River's outstretched paw in both hands now, thumbs kneading first into the pads before massaging out into the digits. He loved the feel of River's fur: a bit coarser than Joule's, but so inviting once you pressed under the topcoat. It was silly cleaning these guys off—their feet had to have been immaculate, Matthew hadn't spotted a speck of dirt. All he noticed was how these paws smelled so good after being out in the sun all day. He caught the trace of perspiration between River's digits and shivered.

River did not stop Matthew from leaning in. He kissed one of the lucario's toes, feeling his lips press into a blunted claw. He dragged his tongue across River's toepad and moaned. His tastebuds basked in the flavor of sweat sunk into the pores of River's pads. Its salty, earthy tones causing an ache in his crotch. He reached down and groped his cock, whimpering as he nuzzled his face into River's paw. He kissed the foot pad and rubbed it with his cheek, trying to press its scent into his skin. He wanted to be marked by these paws since the day he saw them. He couldn't stand how cute and hot River could be at the same time—or all the confusing feelings this pokemon in particular had given him.

Something pressed into Matthew's crotch, and he bucked his hips when he realized it was River's other paw. A wet button nose nuzzled into his ear before a feline tongue licked his earlobe. Joule mewled in it, a huskiness to his voice that bordered on a growl and mellowed into a purr. He pressed his weight against Matthew's back, forcing his crotch into River's paw. The helpless human humped into it, gasping, quivering. The enticing scent of the footpad rubbing into his lips, kept his head spinning. “Fuck… oh fuck… River I can't…" But River silenced any can'ts by grinding his toes against Matthew's mouth. He opened his lips and sucked on those digits. Two toes, blunt claws along the back of his tongue, the pads and perspiration in between those digits. He ran his tongue along and between them and suckled.

Matthew felt more pressure on his crotch. Joule had reached a paw around his front and pressed it into the base of his shaft. He could feel its heat, a tingling of electricity that sent sensation down his shaft and through his glans, which were pinned between River's toes. It was too much. He almost screamed as he came, feeling himself melt against his partners' touch. Joule nipped his neck with a fang and growled, as if to say, “Good boy." Matthew felt his shorts and briefs grow damp. His body quivering with each quaking pulse of his orgasm, perhaps the best of his life. He felt his seed overflow and squeeze through the fabric of his shorts, getting smeared into River's toes.

And when the lucario lifted this semen smeared foot to Mattwhew's face? He gladly stuck his tongue out, lapping up his mess. The earthy, salty flavor of those pads mixed with the slightly sweeter, creamy seed coating them; its flavor making Matthew sink deeper into his high, head abuzz, glowing. How could he have possibly denied himself this bliss for so long?

“Matt?"

He actually yelped, which scared Joule into scampering away and River into kicking backwards. They both went tumbling, River out of the wireframe chair he sat in and Matthew against the brick that lined the back wall of Dr. Willow's home. He rubbed the back of his head with a groan, Leor cursing and kneeling over him. Matthew barely caught a glance of River and Joule darting inside, the lucario holding his crotch in a vain attempt to hide the bright pink erection of his canine cock.

Aside from its shiny gloss of fluids, it was the same color as River's paws, Matthew thought.

“Hey," Leor snapped her fingers in front of his eyes. “You there?"

“Mmhmm," Matt answered with what felt like a nod. He felt… not ashamed? He felt like he should be panicking, but the strange buzz in his head had him relaxed, feeling good.

“What's my name, then?"

“Leor. Prettiest equalist I know."

“Tsk, I'll bet money I'm the only equalist you know." She grabbed his arm and helped Matt to his feet. “I think we can safely say your HPS prescription is warranted."

“You have a pretty mouth."

“Mmm, say that again when you're not high and I just might do something about it. Come on, you'll probably sober up with some food."

Leor left him to open the door. She said, “Alright, out you three troublemakers." All three pokemon shuffled outside and Leor pointed at Strypes. “Did you put these two up to this?"

Strypes snickered at Matthew, but River got in front of Leor and shook his head. He pointed a paw at the young lab assistant before turning his paw so he could knock the spike on the back of it against the one on his chest. A sharp, metallic tuning sound rang out, and Matthew noticed a blue glow radiating off of River. That's funny, it wasn't something he'd ever seen the lucario do before.

He giggled a little bit at it.

“Alright, fine," Leor said. “He can talk to you one on one, later. When he's not blissed out on the smell of your feet."

Joule stepped to River's chest, and a bright blue string of electricity arced from the luxray's nose to the spike. It was a tiny thing, but surprised Matthew when he felt a resonant shock. Like someone rubbed wool socks across a carpet then touched his chest. He batted at the phantom shock with a little squeak. Nothing was there, but it distracted him so much that he barely caught Leor saying, “Fine, the three of you. Just… here," Leor carried out the container of deviled eggs and set them on the ground, along with some sandwiches she'd prepared. She grabbed Matthew's arm and guided him inside.

Matthew vaguely reached for one of the deviled eggs, but Leor guided him into a chair and shut the door. To which, Matthew chuckled.

“What's funny now?"

“You shut the door. You never do that."

“I shut doors all the time," Leor said. She slid his half finished bottle of lemon-lime soda to him. It had been keeping in the fridge. “Drink."

Matthew did, and the simple act of cleansing his palate helped clear his head a little.

“I've got the other half of your gummy if you need it," Leor said.

“I…" Matthew licked his lips. “I'm fine. I should be fine."

“You sure?"

“Yeah, Joule and River just got… were they teasing me?"

“They were coming onto you," Leor said. She glanced out the backdoor and added, “Yeah, we're talking about you." Matthew twisted around in his chair and found River and Joule both stared at him. Leor got up and went to the edge of the door, grabbing the blinds bunched up there and dragging them across the door. “I can't promise they won't eavesdrop, so we can talk about this elsewhere."

Matthew still struggled to process what Leor had said earlier. “They… they came onto me?"

“Pokemon aren't subtle when they make advances," Leor said. “I mean, I didn't see what happened, but given what they told me after, I can assume you weren't the one who asked to suck River's toes."

Matthew remembered the gesture River made with his spikes, that strange zap on his chest when Joule shocked it. Time still moved at a fuzzy pace, stretching out then snapping forward with a moment of clarity, where Matthew could ask, “Why would they be interested in me?"

“Why would you be interested in them?"

“Huh?" Matthew asked.

Leor grabbed a bag of pretzels and thrust it in his face. “Put some food in you."

Matthew grumbled, “I'm fine, really."

“Psh."

Matthew felt the urge to complain, but his hand already dug into the bag. He pressed them into his mouth. He normally needed pretzels coated in chocolate or something to enjoy them, but in his current state that salty crunch was more satisfying than he expected.

Leor said, “So earlier today you told me you didn't have a crush on any pokemon." She leaned forward, elbows on the table. “I'm going to lay out my cards, because maybe you're just so in denial you don't even know. I've been watching you around River and Joule all day, and you absolutely have feelings for them, and they know it, too. That little aura tuning River did outside? That was him showing me the connection you already share."

Matthew stopped munching on pretzels, mouth full of half-chewed salt and carbs. He swallowed hard and coughed, reaching for his soda and drinking the rest of it. When he set it down, he finally noticed how fast his heart thumped in his chest.

“Take a moment if you need it."

“I, uh… I just…" Matthew tried to take another drink from his empty bottle. His mouth felt too dry. He had feelings for River and Joule. The thought hovered in his mind, alien and strange, like a foreign language his tongue wrestled to articulate. They had feelings for him, too. Had known what he wanted and pleasured him. Just how far would things have gone if Leor hadn't interrupted them?

“You know who the most common partner is for an equalist?"

“Uh, Gardevoir?"

“Heh, good guess, but no. Gardevoir is a pokemon you can pass while having a relationship with, which is a whole contentious thing in our community. They aren't quite as popular with us as they are in pokefucker porn."

“Oh, I guess that makes sense."

Leor nodded her head to the backdoor. “It's lucario. We joke that when you come out as an equalist you get a ticket for one free riolu."

Matthew didn't know why he giggled at that.

Leor smiled wryly. “It's a matter of how they evolve. In the wild, lucario are rare because a riolu won't evolve until they've found their mate, basically. Our pokedexes say it takes a strong relationship with their trainer to evolve, but for a lot of lucario, the feelings run a lot deeper than that. Sometimes they're reciprocated. Sometimes folks like Dr. Willow keep up clear boundaries that keep their pokemon from pursuing them romantically."

Matthew swallowed the lump in his throat. “Yo-you think River is interested in me in that way?"

“Are you?"

“I…" it poised there on his lips, the answer a thing he could not take back. “Yes."

“And Joule?"

“Him too," Matthew mumbled. “I-I think they're both wonderful, but they're also not my pokemon."

“Mmm," Leor hummed. “Maybe we keep this between us for now."

Matthew said, “I'm scared what Dr. Willow would do if he found out. I don't want to get River and Joule in trouble."

“Heheh, that's all you care about, huh? Is River and Joule?"

“I mean, I know what he'd do to me. I just don't want him blaming them. It wasn't their fault."

Leor reached across the table, running a claw along Matthew's chin. He shivered, skin still feeling extra sensitive—would he react to her scent, too? “It's not their fault a charming young man showed up this summer and doted on them every chance he got?" Her thumb stroked along his lips. “You've got nice lips, too, by the way."

She pulled away finally and Matthew gasped, feeling a little wobbly. She snickered and the sound reminded him of when Strypes got into mischief. Matthew, blushing, got up and decided to retreat to the kitchen. He fixed himself a glass of water, pressing a cool glass into the water dispenser set into the refrigerator door. He leaned his forehead against the smooth, stainless steel, trying to breathe, trying to will his erection down. His shorts, he realized, still had an enormous wet spot.

He took a long drink, filled the glass again, and returned to the table. He said, “I'm not—what is going on between us?"

Leor smirked. “Just exploration, for now. Strypes isn't the only one who is a belligerent flirt. You let me know if I ever make you uncomfortable, though, alright hun?"

“Mhmm, I can do that. I think…" He glanced at the sandwich supplies still laid out on the table. “We should eat. Then, I guess, figure out what I do with River and Joule."

“Also see if we can get you a change of shorts, too."

Matthew put his head in hands to hide his blush. “Arceus, it's bad, isn't it?"

“If anyone asks, just say things got messy in Hatchery One today."

***

Kypha enjoyed this view from the Coronet Highlands. The ruins of this ancient temple hummed with spiritual energy that called out to him, but presently all Kypha had eyes for was Raana. The dark violet haired member of the Survey Corps was making handwritten notes in her pokedex. Kypha admired how even bundled in tightly wrapped winter clothing, Kypha could make out the satisfying curve of her hips.

He couldn't resist moving up against her, pressing his front into her back and wrapping his arms around her. She glanced up at him, her face had characteristic angularity that made it appear she was growing a muzzle like a typhlosion's. She had a coat of cream-colored fur, bright fuschia eyes all marking their relationship. She smiled softly, “I'm almost done."

Kypha rumbled and reached through their connection. The familiar warmth and radiance of her spirit made his body course with heat. “You said that an hour ago." He sent. Their bond so strong his thoughts translated easily into a comforting baritone that whispered in her inner ear.

“And you've been very good, waiting for me," Raana said. Her ears, which now resembled Kypha's, flicked against a sharp breeze. “Ugh, I hate how cold it is up here."

He pressed against her back, growling, offering, “I know how to keep you warm."

She moaned, butt pressing backwards into his sheath now. “F-fine." She turned and knelt in front of him, cupping his massive sheath in both her pawed hands. “You've been a good boy, and deserve a reward for it." She leaned and nuzzled into that puckered tube of flesh, just as blood blossomed in his loins.

Just as Lucas gasped awake to feel his crotch swallowed in a hot, wet maw.

“K-Kypha!" Panting, his hands weakly pressed into the big typhlosion's brow, trying vainly to shove him off. He'd woke from the dream naked in his ruined bed, back against the headboard, Kypha head between his thighs. The typhlosion growled as his spongy, broad tongue lapped against Lucas's crotch. Its tip pressed into his perineum, a bed of tastebuds cupping his cock and balls. He squirmed and humped just as Kypha closed his big lips around the man's crotch again.

“Fuck," Lucas huffed. He was horny again like the night before, especially when waking to Kypha's scent. That strong, musky smoke and cedar permeated the air. Each breath Lucas took tainted him, distracted him. Kypha's maw just felt so good. That big tongue trapped Lucas's cock between those thick, spongy tastebuds and the firmer yet still slick roof of Kypha's mouth. Lucas doubled over Kypha's head, humping into the pokemon's face.

“Arceus… Kypha, what are you doing to me?" Lucas whined while he continued pumping his hips. Kypha made a rumbling purr and just suckled on his cock. Those fuschia eyes watched Lucas with a smoldering intensity. Even as Lucas shifted to get his knees under him, Kypha did not release his length from the heat and wet massaging all along his shaft. Lucas pressed his face into Kypha's thick, shaggy nape, forgetting the dangerous collar of flames that could spring up from there. He held his pokemon tight, and fucked that suckling maw while moaning into Kypha's fur. That shaggy, warm coat felt good against his sweat soaked skin.

So much so Lucas's whole body began to rock with the motions of his hips, just to grind his chest, stomach, face into Kypha's fur. It had a bit of oiliness to it that Lucas could feel being pressed into his skin. The strong smelling scent a little more acrid along the neck as Lucas took deep breaths of him. The hit of that musk struck deep in his gut, his thrusts becoming ragged. He breathed deeper, whimpering as he felt himself melt against Kypha.

The tension in his body yielded and he came. A guttural groan rattled through him just as a pleased growl came from Kypha's throat. His cock pulsed and spilled his seed inside Kypha again. Twice in less than a day. He knew it wrong, but he could not stop himself. That maw, that musk, the enticing, suckling heat fogging over every little thought. His balls twitched against Kypha's lips, the typhlosion's muzzle very still as Lucas shuddered, ground his crotch into his partner's face just to squeeze out one final rope semen.

Panting, he felt Kypha shift underneath him. Lucas released his neck and let the typhlosion sit up, now looming over the bed. Kypha opened his maw and presented his tongue, which shined with gooey strings of cum and drool. He made a show of swallowing, those fuschia eyes fluttering. Kypha's collar flared, and Lucas flinched when he felt his spirit plucked on. A muddy mixture of emotions flushed through him: lust, affection, tenderness, but foremost of which was pride at taking care of Lucas's needs.

He cleared his throat, feeling more self-conscious about being naked now. “You… you do not need to do this for me. I can take care of myself."

Kypha snorted and crouched down, face next to Lucas's. Soon as he saw the flash of that magenta tongue, he threw up his hands to try and stop the inevitable. “Hey! No no!" That tongue pressed against his neck and dragged up his face in a long, slimy lick. “Bleh, Kypha stop."

The typhlosion's eyes narrowed and he growled.

“Like you have a right to be annoyed with me," Lucas grumbled as he got up. He clambered off the bed and through the door. Across the hallway was his bathroom. He needed a shower now. He shut the door behind him and heard Kypha whine through it. Lucas did not care. He started running water. He sat down on the toilet and cupped his face in his hands, trying to clear his head while he relieved himself.

Just as he started to pee there was a knock on the door. “You okay, Lucas?"

“I'm fine. Just trying to wash the smell of Kypha off me."

There was a growling whine and heavy pawing on the door.

“Come on, Kypha. Let him shower, there's no way you'd fit in there anyways."

It came as an immense relief to hear Kypha pad down the hallway with Leor. With a sigh, he stepped under the shower and started to wash up best he could. The motions became fairly automatic once he got under the showerhead. While the water beat down, he let his head drift back to that dream. He might have shrugged it off as something strange yet extremely vivid, but after Leor's advice yesterday, he did consider recording it.

The names of people and places he never knew before stuck out in his head, and this Raana person… Kypha's previous mate? But the clothing she wore, stitched from hides of hunted pokemon, spoke to an era of history they had long past. He would look up the name of places, try and pin down the particulars of Kypha's memories.

He shut off the water and reached for a towel hanging up over the toilet. As he dried off, there was another knock on the door.

“Yes?"

“Dr. Willow? I'm heading home for the night. I left a report of what I did today on the table."

“Alright, thanks Matt," Lucas answered as he finished drying off and stepped out of his tub with the towel wrapped around his waist. He felt bad for not being there for his young assistant. Even if he kept a more nocturnal schedule, he should be available in case Matt encountered some emergency in the hatcheries. What happened last night couldn't happen again—it wasn't safe for the pokemon under his care.

Lucas opened the medicine cabinet over the sink and took out a red and white pill bottle. He popped the cap and poured two pills in his palm, considered the pokeball-colored capsules for a moment. These would flush his body of any contamination Kypha had left on him, but it would also leave him with a fever for the next twelve hours. He considered how Kypha would respond to him being sick, how pushy and stubborn that alpha could be.

Lucas needed to get him into a pokeball, then perhaps he could have some peace around the house. He put the pills back in the bottle and returned it. He didn't have time to be sick. His body could process the exposure, so long as he didn't allow Kypha to keep pressing into his space Lucas would be fine.

He disliked how monumental that task sounded.