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Wakefulness came to him in spurts. First, the itching feeling of too much heat making him push away the covers. Next, the warm figure beside him, making him huddle closer to revel in its intoxicating scent and presence. The final piece came from the room beyond: the faint sound of someone using the sink in the kitchen.

The room glowered in its partial shade, sunlight sketching lines across it from behind the window blinds. He wanted to roll over to check the alarm clock, fairly certain it would have an annoyingly early time presented on it, but that would mean unwrapping his arms from Emily's sleeping form. Enjoying her closeness won out over curiosity.

The sink stopped, followed by more indistinct sounds he could only guess at. The sound of soft footsteps—not sneaking ones—finally jogged his brain about their impromptu sleepover guest. With that came the various things that happened the day before and an answer; Accel was preparing to head to work. That, or cleaning up dishes after rudely eating their food. Both were possible, but the first was the more important of the two.

Much as he wanted to stay in bed, it made more sense to double check on Accel and see him off. It'd be much easier to drift back to sleep—or simply bask in Emily's dreaming presence—without the distracting noises. It only took a little careful squirming to slip his arm free from under her before getting up and tiptoeing his way to the door.

Brightness flooded the room when he opened the door, prompting him to slip out and close it quickly. The couch now sat unoccupied, but no guest appeared in view. More faint noises tilted his ear towards the bathroom, door still ajar, and he peeked in to find the back of the cinderace to him.

Dressed only in his natural fur, Accel's tail presented his backside to Pan as he perched up on his toes, spreading out a damp blanket over the top of the shower curtain rod. An ear twitched back in his direction, prompting Accel to turn around. “Oh. Hey! Was I too loud? I was trying not to make too much noise."

Caught, Pan came around the edge of the doorway and leaned on it. “I think the sink is what woke me up. Not like I can't get some more sleep after you head out. What about you? You sleep okay? You need me to pick out something for breakfast before you go?"

The mention of food seemed to perk Accel up, though a sudden slump of his shoulders quickly followed. “I'd love it, cause you make tasty things, but I'm kinda behind schedule. I was gonna grab some breakfast bars from my apartment as I went out and eat on the go."

“That have something to do with trying to wash the blanket in the sink? It already had dried stains by that point, so it didn't exactly need to..." Realization dawned. “Or maybe you added a new one?"

Sure enough, those cheeks reddened as Accel's ears flattened out, hands covering his face. “I-It was just a dream! A really, really good dream, and when I woke up I could-still-feel-itandIpulledbacktheblanketand—" Abruptly the words cut off, the rapid breathing that had slowly built up with the words now winding back down, likewise bringing the volume that had started to rise along with. Likewise he uncovered his face as well, still blushing but more composed. “Those things should have a fucking warning label."

Pan couldn't pry the grin off his face, but he at least managed not to laugh. “That might be a 'you' problem, honestly. I would have thought you had gotten enough of that out of your system after the mess we showered off you last night. Are you sure you're going to be alright at work?"

“Arceus, I hope so. Normally I'd just jerk off between sessions if I really needed it, but If I start thinking about last night out of nowhere and I just... fuck."

True to his words, the sheath between his legs bulged, the light blue flesh inside peeking out. Reflexively he covered it up, but that made it just as awkward. “Now I kinda wish I actually owned underwear."

“Why don't you have underwear, if you get excited this easily?"

“It was never this easy back when I actually started dressing up! And then it felt uncomfortable and looked silly, so I eventually tossed them."

Pan had to agree with that sentiment; plenty of pokemon didn't bother with human outfits, let alone extras like undergarments. Combining both just tended to be even more stuffy. He'd only taken up the jockstraps he wore on the off chance he got pranked by a random Attract move or similar. On the other hand, he'd actually gotten pretty used to them. Maybe motivation or experience made all the difference? “Follow me a sec."

Accel gave him a curious look, but nodded. Leading them back into the living room, he pulled out a small basket Emily had tucked away during Accel's visit; socks and undergarments she hadn't wanted visible to company. He was pretty sure one or two of his things had ended up in that load... there!

“Here we go." He turned and presented one of his jockstraps with the green pouch, dangling off a claw. “Try these on."

Predictably, Accel's blush grew, probably for a number of reasons. Rather than try to argue out of it, however, he took them, uncovering himself to slide them up his legs. It took a few adjustments to get the straps and pouch properly situated, but once settled, Pan illusioned in his usual full body mirror so they could both have a proper look.

“They're a little big." Accel commented, turning around and peering over his shoulder at his reflection, though he didn't sound displeased either. The bulge of his current boner poked out a bit in the material, but right now it only looked mildly suggestive. “And now my butt feels exposed."

“I'm bigger than you, in a manner of speaking, but if you go full mast this should at least make it less blatant, or at least hide it beneath your jacket if it somehow gets past the waistband." He held out the jacket next. “But if you want your ass less out there, I suggest going all natural instead and let your dick distract them from it."

Accel made a face, but took the jacket and slipped it on, zipping it up fully. As planned, Pan got an amusing, provocative view of his backside sticking out beneath that jacket. The little twitch in the tail suggested a mutual appreciation, though the hands jammed into the pockets trying to cover his front. “You're teasing me right now, aren't you?"

“If you mean not giving you the pants first, then yes. Brain is still waking up, but it seemed easier to see what you'd look like without them if I did it this way."

The tail twitched a little more, despite the flustered shuffling and grumbling its owner did. “I can't go to work like this!"

Pan chuckled, holding out the pants. “I wasn't planning to make you, unless you're saying the thought of running out like this is turning you on? I won't stop you, but that's all on you."

With a huff, he snatched the pants from his hand. The bulge from before now sat with much more prominence, distending the front with a faint damp spot. “Do I look like some sort of pervy streaker? Actually, I know I do right now, so don't answer that." he gave a defeated sigh as the pants dropped into the nearby countertop, glaring at the impertinent distension. “I guess I need to deal with this first."

“Sounds reasonable." Pan nodded sagely, watching as the cinderace started unzipping his jacket. An unexpected thought made him hesitate a moment before speaking it out loud. “Would you like me to help?"

Accel's hands paused mid zip, surprise on his face. “Really? I mean, I know you two were gonna talk about that stuff, but uh..."

He nodded, stepping in front of him “We haven't exactly worked out all the details yet, but she mentioned the bit about you looking more for a 'friend with benefits' than something deeper, right?" Pan's claw traced down the opening of the jacket, running through the fur beneath. Accel's hands fell away once it reached the half done zipper, bringing it down the rest of the way before the sides parted.

With his belly now exposed, Accel suddenly seemed a lot more nervous. “Y-yeah. I'm not just asking for sex or anything, but, well, I wouldn't say no either. And you both seem nice, so I think I'd like hanging out with you. If that's alright?"

That certainly fit with what Pan recalled from his talk with Emily. She's basically given him her blessing to help deal with his sexual needs in tandem with Accel, but half a day hadn't even passed yet; this arrangement still felt like it needed a bit more time to settle in, or perhaps something less intimate to help ease into it...

His hand pressed up against Accel's stomach and stroked upward, the motion slowly pressing the cinderace against the kitchen counter as he slipped closer. He felt it quiver, and the jockstrap's bulge grew more obscene, now bent off to the side. “Well, in the spirit of friendship, I have no problem helping you out. But," He switched back to a single claw, drawing circles among the silver fur; the heartbeat beneath felt ready to burst out like in a cartoon. “I don't want a friendship that's just sex, so we're also going to find some common ground to get along with too. Agreed?"

Accel's head nodded so quickly that even the flame-like tuft of fur on top wobbled. The cartoon similarities piling up. “Yes! Totally! Completely fair!"

Having that pact made, Pan smiled. “Good. Now we should probably get you ready for work before you're late..."

Adding his other hand, he knelt down, bringing both trailing over the quivering, aroused body in front of him. He had plenty of experience slipping his claws inside the waistband of his jockstrap to slide them down, but usually from a different perspective. His claw tips easily slipped through the slowly thickening blue fur of Accel's legs, drawing away once the undergarment fell down to the floor. The turgid, lapine length sprang free from its confines, proud and eager, maybe too eager as it not quite jabbed him in the face. He pressed his lips to the tapered tip, a gentle kiss holding the twitching flesh in place as his tongue slipped out to curl around it and his hands cupped the balls and base below.

The stifled gasp above signaled Accel's reaction above, as did the view of his hands gripping tighter to the edge of the counter. With the fresh hold upon his crotch, Pan could feel every little fidget of his form. Thankfully, despite the toes also clenching against the floor, no scent of burning material crept up; Accel's self control fared much better in sexual anticipation than emotional frustration. Thus satisfied there'd be no surprises, Pan sank down on the blue spire before him.

The shaft jumped as he slurped and suckled, throbbing to match the quickened heartbeat of its owner. Naturally, it felt warmer than expected, belonging to a fire type, but not in way to feel dangerous. Lacking a knot, Pan experimented with where his tongue and mouth played across the flesh to find the most sensitive points, while his claws carefully kneaded and fondled the base and surrounding space. If he recalled his Sex Ed right, the tip was most likely to have the best effect, a theory that seemed confirmed as he let a loop of his tongue spiral down it and—

Accel groaned and thrusted, one hand clasped firmly over his mouth to stifle the noise as seed suddenly gushed forth in a messy wave. The second push of his hips was more restrained, but the deluge of almost-hot cinderace essence prompted Pan to start swallowing as he dipped his muzzle back down to keep anything from escaping. Each pulse brought a new spurt of release, smaller but determined, until at last the flow ebbed to a small trickle. Accel's body sagged, held up by a combination of his own grip on the counter and Pan's hold on his crotch.

Pan pulled his mouth back slowly as his tongue twirled and gathered what was left for a final swallow, the faint slurp of his action sounding loud to his ears. “Well, that was faster than expected. Did I really turn you on that much just by touching you, or...?"

Accel still seemed to be catching his breath, but the question did seem to help him refocus to the moment. “N-No. That was just, well, everything. The touch, your mouth, your tongue." He shuddered. “I can get a few rounds out pretty quick if I'm really excited."

Given the still hard shaft oozing out the last remnants of the prior orgasm onto his wrist, Pan found himself believing that claim. “I'm kinda impressed you've managed this long with that sort of tension if this is normal for you."

“I mean, to be fair, I have this sexy neighbor who's really good with this tongue, apparently."

That got a smirk from him. Rather than give a witty remark back, he put that tongue back to work, sinking back down on the shaft before him.

Once more, his head bobbed back and forth, tongue, lips, hands and all working and draining that horny energy out of the other's loins. Being freshly popped, he found he could work Accel more readily, but that also meant Accel's stimulation got increasingly higher; more squirming, more noises—which he did his best to muffle, lest he wake Emily—and more humping. But for Pan it also meant sore knees, a mildly aching jaw, and a tired tongue.

Clearly, sex work was not on his list of regular exercises. He needed to find another way to stimulate his new companion, ideally in a way to make those balls rise up and help push out another deluge of cadbury cream before his kneecaps gave up. Maybe some more wordplay? Given his main means of delivery it was otherwise occupied, however...

Accel's eyes, having closed at some point, shot open when a new pair of hands suddenly started massaging his shoulders, his whole body jumping. He didn't need to turn much before finding himself looking sideways into the smirking face of the one between his legs, now in two places.

“Boo."

“Geez, Pan," He let out a huff of relief even as body shivered and he gave another thrust. “You freaked me out! What was that for?"

His illusory self gave an apologetic squeeze. “Sorry. But I can't exactly talk and blow at the same time, so this was the next best choice. Unless you don't want to hear my sweet, dulcet tones whispering lurid words into your ear?"

That definitely seemed to hit a mark. He felt that length jump harder in his maw. A short bout of rapid bobbing also got a hiss through the teeth. If Accel's face wasn't already flushed from the action going on, there'd be that nice glow growing right now. “W-Why though?"

“Well, I don't exactly do this sort of thing that often," The other Pan gave a small shrug. His hands slid down from their perch and began brushing through silver fur again. Even as an illusion, the sense of touch was all he needed to make that pulse quicken further. “So if I'm going to get you off in a timely manner, I got to play with some of your buttons. Like these ones."

Blunt claw tips played over nipples hidden within the fur, each one earning a new fidget and huff or groan. Encouraged, Pan's claws trailed along lower and behind, deftly ignoring the limited space between buttock and counter to graze up between cheeks and tickle beneath the tail. Now he felt those thighs clenching, even from the front. Another button! He just needed a little more energy to reach the cusp of climax.

“Should I ask just what sort of things you imagined the two of us doing, when you thought about coming over?" Now he really did speak into his ear, letting his warm, illusory breath brush past it as their cheeks pressed together. “Was this one of them? Your dick in my mouth? Or maybe it was my dick in yours? Or maybe... here?"

He knew where he wanted the claw to go, even if he couldn't see it. He knew he'd found it when, with another sudden jump, Accel gasped out harshly. Another thrust, another throb, and a smaller but still plentiful ejaculation flooded his mouth. He wiggled the tip inside, no doubt driving the nerves within mad as hips arched forward in response. He certainly didn't need to worry about breakfast for himself now, though he couldn't help but wonder over some way to play with the flavor of it as he swallowed it down.

This second climax finally seemed to satisfy the ravenous needs within the cinderace, the shaft softening slowly and sliding back into its blue sheath. What droplets of seed still present were neatly licked away, and when all seemed settled, he finally pulled himself back up to his feet with a groan, second self vanishing as knees screamed. With only the counter to support himself, Pan's body hovered just shy of touching Accel's, the only point of contact being Pan's sheath lightly grazing the other, red tip peaking out to just barely touch a blue crown. Impressively, Accel didn't freeze up at this contact, or suddenly harden anew, but neither of them did anything to stop it. Possibly because both were too busy catching their breaths.

“Think you're ready to head to work now?"

“Yeah, I think so." Accel's mutual panting almost seemed in sync with his own. “I feel like if I don't, I'm not going to escape your apartment with the ability to feel my legs."

Pan snorted at that. “Well, if that thought isn't making you gush right now, you're definitely spent enough. Just don't think about it when you get there."

“No promises."

---

Emily's awareness drifted into the now when the bed below her sank, a warm, fluffy texture pressing into her back and along her legs. When another tendril curled around her waist, she shifts her own arm over it, digging her fingers into the fur and feeling for the familiar stiffness of red claws. “Is it morning?"

“Sure, but why should that stop us from sleeping?" Pan's voice whispered in her ear, the edge of his muzzle now settled by the nape of her neck. “Sorry about waking you. I went to check on Accel."

It took her a moment to remember why he'd be doing that, the events of last night winding backwards through her mind. “Did he remember to take his laundry back to his place?"

“He probably would have if he hadn't been distracted trying to clean away the evidence of some wet dreams from the blanket."

“Poor guy. I hope you didn't tease him too much about it?" She could totally see that happening—not that Pan would do so maliciously, but Accel just had that sort of innocence in the way he reacted to things.

“No, but I did tease him in other ways to help get him ready for work. No reason to risk scandalizing the neighbors with a bouncing bunny in more ways than one."

“Oh? What other ways?" She remembered giving her blessing for the two to help each other out with their frustrations, but she hadn't expected something to happen already.

“Let's just say I don't need breakfast anymore."

Now there was a mental image! She almost wished she'd been there to witness it, but at the same time, uncertainty about such a bout of voyeurism flitted along. “I'm kind of impressed by that, actually. For someone that didn't seem to get much action with the guys, that's a pretty quick turnabout. And you swallowed."

“I wasn't about to let myself get a facial and drag myself into the shower when I'd barely woken up. I leave that sort of decision making to you, thank you very much."

“You could have let it dribble on the floor."

“That's just unsanitary."

The giggle snuck out of her before she could stop it. She gave his hand a squeeze as she turned her head to nuzzle and kiss the side of his snout. “So does that mean the other thing I'm feeling back there's been left dribbling, or is that because you're happy to see me again?"

He let out a snort, pressing the tell-tale bulge of his sheath further between her thighs. His other arm slipped by underneath to wrap around her, which she now matched with her own as her hands mirrored his in stroking over her chest. “Now there's a trick question. I'll always be happy to see you again. To touch you, hold you, make love to you, taste you."

The last one came with a ticklish tongue along her neck and cheek, making her squirm in delight as she squeaked. The noise only seemed to encourage him further, his form starting to loom over her as he kissed along her jaw onto her lips. Between her thighs she felt the wet warmth of his shaft twitch, grazing her labia through her underwear.

It only took a moment to fix that last part and join him in nakedness.

The press of their bodies made more words a waste, the temptation too great now to ignore. She hooked her leg over his and squeezed his hands, lips pressing together more tightly as his hips pressed forward and did more than just graze. Red fingers caressed her chest, parted her folds, invaded her mouth. The warmth of his body tickled her skin, threatening to set it aflame, but at the same time stirring up the energy inside, making her push and squeeze.

She lost track of how long it took before the bed began to rock, lost in the momentum of her own body as the thrusts grew in size and strength. Air became a precious tool of awareness with each deep, wanting breath, revitalizing the sensation of her nerves dancing and gasping. It almost became too much when white, wicked points plucked at her flesh suggestively, most specially at the top of one jiggling mound, before lips sealed around it and—

Realizing he'd already gotten the knot in brought a sense of embarrassment at how easily she'd let him play her to distraction. She threw that shame aside promptly in exchange for another distraction as his hips really began to gyrate, willing to pick it back up later after his apology had been given in full.

Her leg now cocked into the air by his hand, the sound of their rut echoed harshly in the room. Everything about her clenched, from fingers in the sheets to her toes in the air. A gasp of ecstasy burst from her mouth. More heat, more passion, more need filled her body and the air.

Growls vibrated into her shoulder, seemingly subtle if not for the fierceness of everything else going on. When his face pressed into hers and a blast of more heated air washed over her neck, she knew what came next. Her body quivered and squeezed inwardly, fighting the throb pulsing against it. She didn't let up as her hips rose higher, supported by his own, nor did she question the filling satisfaction that came with the flight. Their bodies rose and fell, until neither could rise again. The fire smoldered, faltered, and finally shrank into a warm grumble, leaving in its wake a myriad of new, tingling sensations over her body, the most persistent being the solid bulge pressed against her crotch.

“Does one get used to that whole knot thing, by chance?"

Pan's hand slid down to the low of her belly, gently stroking over the firmness there, and devilishly just around the more flustered points of what inspired the question. “If you do, then that either means we're having too much sex, or we need to take a break so you don't loosen up." The words carried a teasing spring in their tone. “But I don't think you get used to it so much as just adjust to what it's doing. I'm not exactly an expert on what they feel like inside."

“Hmmm, point." She felt a shiver dance through her groin as his claw tips brushed over her clitoris, clearly intent on just teasing her, unless it was a ploy to catch her off guard? “Definitely a nice way to start the day though."

“I do have today off. We have time to test how it feels at other times too, if you'd like."

He gave her another small thrust, shifting the bulge about. Whether because of that or the fact it made her notice, she suspected something more leaking out from between them. “Well, Coco did recommend we empty it out regularly. Does that make this our honeymoon?"

In response, Pan led her into another kiss; slow, yet passionate, touching, yet earnest. A faint, fiery tingle hinted at something she'd noticed once or twice earlier, but couldn't place. She had to draw in another breath when he finally set her free. “Do you want it to be?"

And then the realization delivered an axe kick to her skull, her brain practically spinning. Was that a serious question? Did one of them just propose? Did she just get herself literally stuck in an awkward situation? She turned and pressed her face into the fluff of his shoulder, brain blanking at how to answer, how to apologize, how to clarify... something!

The claw playing at her crotch disappeared. She felt his arms slip back into place around her waist and squeeze gently, his nose now pressed to her hair. “I'm going to guess from how you suddenly went all tense on me that things just got awkward?"

Why wasn't he more upset? Confusion seemed to find her a few words, even if she wasn't sure what they'd do. “Yes. No. Yes? It's my fault. I might have overthinked it."

“Technically isn't it overthunk?"

She hugged at his arms again, bapping one of them softly. “You're lucky I'm not in a good position to twist your nipple right now, but I can't tell if this is actually awkward or if I said something horrible and I shouldn't anyways."

He gave a soft chuckle, then began to move. His shoulder left her face, but the ease of which he moved her made looking straight at him impossible. His leg now draped over hers despite the pressure it put between them from his tie, and part of his mane now covered their middle, giving a sense of modesty. Back now pressed firmly into his chest, he squeezed her close and settled his muzzle against her cheek. “A little awkward, I think mainly for you. But we are literally stuck together right now, so if you want to talk about it, now's as good a time as any."

His calm, reasonable offer did help to ease part of her fear, even as the rest of her brain berated itself. “Did you ever think about marriage, thinking about me?"

“Pretty sure I did, but it was more daydream sort of stuff. At the time I was more focused on making just you liking me a reality and the whole dating step. We kinda went faster than I expected." He gave her a light squeeze. “It's not like the idea of an official marriage is crucial to me, but the important part is you actually wanting to be with me, not the title on it. You bringing it up makes more sense from the two of us."

“Well, theory confirmed on that one I guess." She sighed, picking that shame up from earlier. “With everything going on as it did, I just never quite gave it any thought until just now, even before. It's expected eventually, I suppose, but..."

Once more he squeezed, holding it longer as he nuzzled against her. “I don't think anyone expects you and I to just run off and get married or eloped right now, and I'm not holding you to that either. It's okay to think that over and figure out what you want. Even I know humans do this sort of thing plenty before those kinds of events, it's not like anyone is going to be that scandalized if we aren't already for other reasons."

That certainly made sense. That shame, when put up against logic like that, felt sillier by the moment. She reached up to cup his cheek as she gave it a kiss, nuzzling back. “I love you."

His response came as a pleased rumble, his cheek now pressing even more firmly to her as he basically enveloped her in affection. From kisses, to hugs, to the eventual rolling onto her and getting a startled yelp of laughter. The noises she made only grew as he started licking, then aiming for her weak points. Try as she might to grab and twist a nipple, his hands deftly intervened, leaving her at his mercy as her sides quaked and her cheeks burned from overuse.

And when their connection finally slipped free with a messy finish, they tested out consummating their relationship once more.

---

Emily laid across him in a clean pair of underwear and a sports top, her hair still faintly damp from the shower. Beneath her, he still wore nothing, but they were both content to simply snuggle on the couch, basking in the post-shower afterglow.

Minus his mane, Pan also carried a faint scent of water. He'd demonstrated the purpose of the small hook hiding at the top of the shower door to help focus his washing to just his body, and also demonstrated how capable his hips were as he'd pressed her against the wall, then made use of his tongue to...

The small wiggle of his lapmate reminded him to not get too distracted with the memories, but there was only so much he could do with her practically sitting on his sheath as well. “Still feeling sore?"

She gave his hand a small squeeze. “Ask again later when we actually move."

He couldn't help but smirk at that. “Well, we always got hands-on and oral drills if you need the break." He let the hand she'd squeeze trail down to glide a claw tip along the edge of her underwear. Her form trembled at the touch, but she gently slapped at it as she reclaimed it in her grasp, taking it away from temptation.

“We just got cleaned up. We can wait a little before you try to dip your digits into any pies."

“Ooh, pie."

Once more, he got a light slap, this time on the hip, and with a mixture of chuckles and giggles, their bodies turned and writhed into a more affectionate cuddle where lips could meet. Naturally, the more affectionate, the more indecent they became, his hips giving a slow, teasing grind against her backside even as he licked along her neck and slipped a claw just underneath the bottom of her sports top. His impish side wanted to tell her they'd waited 'a little enough' but the sensible side knew he could get even more time with her—in various ways—if he didn't wear her out. “If you want to keep me from succumbing to temptation, you might want to reach for the remote; You got a better angle on it than I do."

An arm reached out blindly towards the coffee table signaled her attempt at being virtuous. “How much energy do you actually have? Not that I wouldn't like to try, but I feel like I'll pass out from exhaustion if we keep this pace up."

The TV sprang to life. A little shuffling eased some of the intimate pressure from her body while also giving them both a better angle to see the screen. His attention, however, only eased down to a little nuzzling and that knowing bulge. “Pokemon stamina I'm afraid. You're just too motivating not to exhaust myself. But if you do pass out, I promise to go slower as I make love to you."

That earned him a snort as a movie began to load onto the screen before them. One of her fingers reached back to poke him gently on the nose. “Somehow I don't think I'd recover as quickly if you did that."

“But you wouldn't have to worry about being awake and tired. You got to play with mine last time." He took that finger gentle in his teeth, suckling and playing with it.

“I'm pretty sure you woke up halfway through that." The finger wiggled as it was pulled in all the way.

“I didn' thay you cou'dn' do the thame?" He did pretty well replying with his mouth full, even as his tongue curled about the finger.

She laughed, and they both managed to settle into watching the movie with minimal distraction.

The movie, while not new, wasn't one either of them had seen before. The plot was simple enough, but they did a remarkable job on the action sequences; Pan thought he might have recalled it coming out at the same time as a few more popular movies, which explained his not being familiar with it. Emily found his appreciation for it interesting. “I didn't think you were an action flick sort of guy."

“Well, I like a good plot too, but action movies are a bit more fun for me because the ones with more special effects give me something to practice now and then. And sometimes there's some fun props to copy too." With a small flourish of his hand, a wicked, serrated knife they'd seen brandished manifested. Probably not a perfect replica, but he thought it was pretty good for having only seen it once. He gave it a careful, secretly guided twirl and felt her squirm a bit beside him, eyes watching the dance with some wariness.

“Careful with that. I know you know proper sharp handling in the kitchen, and that looks plenty sharp."

The twirling stopped, he looked to her with an almost hurt face, but the slow, wicked grin rising up from it barely gave her any warning something was amiss before he flipped the blade and jabbed it down at her hip—

She screamed, then froze. He lifted the blade up and stabbed again, getting a shorter scream, despite the retracting, harmless blade once again slipping into the handle. This time he just bounced it a little to make the modification more obvious before she started laughing, rolling over and smacking him several times while trying to reach for his chest. The prop blade vanished as he focused on defending his nipples, but despite the attack, Emily couldn't help but laugh some more. And curse him.

“You Asshole! That hurt!"

“Did not! It just surprised you!"

“That's why it hurt! My pride!"

“That was clearly your hip!"

“Still an Asshole! Mock Murderer! Fluffy Thug!"

“OW! That's rich coming from Titty Twister Tina!"

He went in for the jugular—literally. She let out another scream of surprise as he closed his mouth short of her neck and smother it with kisses, the two of them rolling off the couch with a thump. He ended up breaking most of her fall while also banging into the coffee table, but the suddenly compressed space of their bodies between the two sets of furniture let him capture both of her hands and save himself from other pains.

She struggled, if half-heartedly. He could feel her heart racing like his, pressed close as they were, and more so as the sudden clink of handcuffs appeared around her wrists. This gave him a moment to adjust his grip as she processed their appearance and tugged at them, bringing her closer still. “And now you're my hostage."

The clink of the cuff chains sounded a more earnest attempt to try and pull them apart—something he knew she wouldn't have tried if it weren't for the fact he'd clearly illusioned them on—but flailing to break free, she let out a huff. “I thought you said illusions couldn't really hold up against actual effort?"

Snout to nose, he delayed his answer with a small kiss, claw tips circling around at her side. The matching press of affection from the other side told him he wasn't pushing his limits too far yet. “I did. That's why my other hand is still holding your arm that can lift up in this position. If you focus on it hard enough, you could probably still break them like this, but it's a lot harder when you don't have full range of movement."

“I'm adding cheater to my list of name calling." Her renewed squirming showed a sense of determination. “And I'll get out of these no matter how you try to stop me."

That got a surprised chuckle out of him. “I didn't think you were so feisty! In this sort of way I mean." He went in for another kiss, and found himself a little more surprised she met it without complaint, even if it did distract her from her efforts. “Or is this just so you can indulge your nipple twisting kink?"

“You'll just have to find out when I get loose." The twitching smirk on her face said it all.

“I think I'll go with my new title of cheater and make you work for it." Now his own smirk grew. Along her arms, dancing ribbons flittered up and into a delicate—yet binding—arrangement. Although technically they were no stronger than the cuffs themselves, the new sense of pressure changed what she could do, bringing a look of surprise to her face. While thus distracted, he brought the claw dancing along her hip around to the low of her navel. “And I'll show you just how well I can handle sharp things while you're at it."

Hardly sharp at all, but still wicked looking in their own right, Pan's claws slipped easily beneath her underwear. He could feel the curves of her crotch, her mound, and the three digits easily wedged into place. This got a gasp, her body jumping a bit, but it was when he started wiggling that middle digit against her labia and digging it further into the space that her squirming to escape took on a new tone.

“Fffffuck.."

Her heartbeat jumped again, and his hand shifted back and forth, gliding his points along her crevices and bumps while letting him curl one into a better angle. His claws were quite small in comparison to that part of him, but that didn't mean she wouldn't feel them, and they did thicken readily from point to base. He could wiggle it around, grind it, thrust it even. Meanwhile, she could squirm, tighten her legs vainly to try and keep him out (or hold him in place), moan, tremble, squeeze against him.

The soft squelch of her arousal rang in his ear as he slid the claw in yet again. His own glowered from its hiding place, but did not object to his games; he'd offered her some hands-on training after all, and this meant he didn't have to worry about getting her underwear down her legs.

He played her like a delicate, lewd instrument. He stifled her gasps with deeper kisses and tongue, grazed his fangs along her jaw and into her neck, mindful to not leave any problematic marks, but still worry against her lovingly. It was a shame he couldn't do anything against her breasts, but he took a small amount of pleasure in feeling the ways her arms straining against the false bindings with the movements, pressing closer against him as he strummed her clitoris like the button of a controller or thrust his claw in with the right curl to brush over it until...

Her howl of pleasure rang in his ears before he stifled it with another kiss. As her insides clenched down rhythmically against him, he pried and pressed further, getting the most movement out of her yet. The sounds of wetness could only get louder, and he knew he'd thoroughly ruined her underwear at this point—not that he minded. The extra attention seemed to draw out her throes quite a bit too, but he quickly realized he might be drawing them out a bit too much. Even as she squirmed and gasped, the tension of orgasming now seemed replaced almost entirely with limpness.

His claws drew away. The handcuffs and ribbons faded into nothingness. Her arms sagged slowly back into place even as she seemed to wobble against him. Her face laid buried in the fluffy of his shoulder, though he could clearly feel her breathing and moving around at least a little. “You okay?"

Her head moved a tiny bit; a nod? He couldn't tell, but she made a noise that seemed like acknowledgement if nothing else. It was probably best to give her a few minutes to recover before asking again, then perhaps put her back in bed and let her rest for real.

Carefully shifting himself and curling about her in a hug, he nuzzled and stroked her affectionately, trying to rumble soothing comforts... and lick his claw clean.

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“Oh my gaaawd, I don't know how I survived this whole day!"

Pan gave Accel a few consoling pats along the back, the cinderace now slumped over the back of his couch. He'd been a shy, mindful lapine when he'd carefully knocked at the door (no doubt trying to make sure he wasn't interrupting anything), but when Pan answered it and gave him the all clear, all reservation melted away and brought him straight in. Tempting as the compromising position was to tease with—verbally and physically—Pan didn't want to torment the poor guy if he wasn't in a mood to handle it. “To be fair, you survived the work hours, but I understand that feeling. Was it difficult clients or something today or... other things?"

“Both." Accel pushed his hands into the couch to lift his face out of the material. “The underwear helped make things less obvious, but I had to excuse myself three times, three times, and several of the hot guys were actually here for this class! Every time I chubbed up, I could feel it straining! Which made me more flustered, which just made it worse!"

With the start of his frustrations vented, more poured out from his lips. Pan listened, and nodded, and consoled, but found himself not so worried. The more of it he heard, the more it sounded like Accel's words were more a mix of spare energy and a need to vent, nothing more. It was a bit of a relief, honestly, but he did his best to make sure he didn't laugh at some of the things he had to do with his clients that had gotten Accel so flustered.

Emily appeared from the bedroom midway through the venting, decent and reasonably refreshed. She asked a couple questions of her own and gave her own soothing words where she could, but it seemed like she had come to the same conclusion as him. “So despite all that, nobody fired you or scolded you about indecent behavior or anything like that, right?"

“No, nobody did that," Accel relented, now perched on his elbows on the couch edge. “But it still felt like they were thinking it."

“But you've been dealing with guys that show up before this too, and nothing happened then either, right?"

A blush, but again, Accel acknowledged this was true. “Give or take some snickering now and then when I excused myself..."

“Then you're probably fine. It sounds like they know you well enough that a boner or two isn't gonna get you in trouble. If anything they just think you're in season or something if they haven't figured out you're wearing underwear."

Pan's lip twitched as this observation drew out an embarrassed groan from Accel, muffled thanks to him burying his face into the couch again, feet dancing a bit in place from agitated energy. He'd have offered a consolation back rub if he hadn't taken a seat in the kitchen with Emily now sitting in his lap, but he could at least try and keep her from teasing too much. “Easy now. I'm sure this isn't just from the new wardrobe."

Emily turned her gaze to him inquiringly. “Oh? What makes you think that?" Even Accel managed to unbury himself from the cushions to look his way, curiosity etched on his brow.

“Well, getting used to new garments is one thing, and attractive guys another, of course, but he's always had to deal with that second one before now, but unless he's always fapping to exhaustion like the other day, if we add in the new sexual release he's been getting lately..."

Sure enough, Accel's cheeks reddened, eyes getting a little wider.

“...The fact the underwear he's wearing isn't his..."

Now the ears started to wilt.

“...That every time something tempting came along or reminded him of stuff that, he was probably reliving it in his head in vivid detail..."

Cheeks now practically glowed, and Accel cracked. “Yes! Okay! All of that! Stop! No more! Aaugh!" His face sank into the couch again as his feet lifted off the floor and flailed. From the fluffy depths a muffled voice wailed out. “How can anyone not get aroused by that!?"

In retrospect, he should have figured out that would backfire a bit. “Sorry."

Accel's feet fell back to the ground, demeanor somehow seeming to wilt further.

“Well, considering my own exhaustion trying to keep up with a certain someone, I can kinda relate to that now." Emily leaned in to kiss his cheek, one hand rubbing through his chest fluff. “So maybe I should suggest you two work out some more of that energy to see if maybe that helps him manage work better tomorrow? We did start this whole arrangement to keep at least one of you from going crazy; I don't see why it can't be for both."

A tail and two pairs of ears twitched at that. “Are you sure about that?" Pan glanced over to the suddenly compromising position of cinderace rear in track pants.

She nodded, smirking a bit as she slipped out of his lap and took his hands to tug him out of his chair. “Yes. Assuming Accel agrees, of course. Obviously if he's too exhausted to get into more sexual shenanigans, you two don't have to, but I feel like he doesn't run out of energy that easily."

Accel's tail stood more alert than ever. Even as he pushed himself up from the couch back and stood, blushing, with his crotch carefully hidden against the back, he tried not to look excited at the idea. “I-I mean, I did agree to that, and If, uh, well... I-If..."

That pulled a grin out of her. “And you two can take his laundry back to his apartment, so any mess you make is his problem. I appreciate you two not making a mess in the kitchen, but I didn't think I'd end up tasting it later."

Once more, the cheeks glowed. Accel's mouth opened, about to object to something, before shutting again as he covered his face with his paws, feet starting to fidget again.

“Sounds like a plan." Pan cut back in before they risked another singed spot on the floor. “I guess I'll go grab the basket and—"

A knock at the door distracted them all, middling height from the echo through the frame. All three of them looked back and forth to each other and the door. Eventually Pan shrugged and went to answer it; sometimes, people just knocked at doors! Perhaps one of their neighbors was going to ask for something, or maybe a certain sobble was visiting. “Coming!"

He opened the door and found himself staring at an alarming array of foodstuffs balanced precariously in a gift basket. Fruit, breadsticks, at least three different brands or types of flour, almond milk, italian pasta, even one of those premade tubes with premade biscuit batter were just some of the things featured. Featured below this mountain of goodies were the two determined arms of a... stunky? Pan made the comparison only because the colors seemed about right, but the variation of body details was quite different, including a pointier muzzle and general scruffiness that made them look smaller if you looked past the fluff. Granted, that may have also had to do with the jean shorts and checkered dress shirt half buttoned they were wearing too, but even accounting for actually wearing clothes, the muzzle switch made things murky.

“Fruits Basket!" exclaimed a cheerful, tinny voice to his right, making him turn to face—

“Jesu—Fuck!" Pan jumped back into his door frame, hand clutching his chest as he now faced a... a jellyfish? Something like that; It was only the size of a softball, technically, but it was almost right at his nose before he'd jumped. It waved a little tentacle at him with remarkably expressive cheeriness.

“Sorry and Hi! Nice to Meet you! I'm Carrageenan Patroclus! But most call me Cara!"

“And I'm... I'm... Oh God, please, do you have somewhere I can put this? I think I put too much stuff in it." the stunky looked up at him pleadingly, his arms quivering with fatigue.

Pan promptly took the heavy basket—even by his standards— and watched as the new pokemon let out a sigh of relief, trying to shake some feeling back into its wrists. “Thanks. I'm Thomas. Sorry for the sudden late visit and all, but We just wanted to welcome the two of you to Atlas Apartments."

Cara did a little twirl in place, apparently floating naturally. “He got distracted by foreign—"

“Forgetting where I left my big basket." Thomas interrupted, suddenly looking panicked again. “But, uh, I found it, and, well..." he sighed. “Sorry. Let's try that again: Hi. I'm Thomas Whitaker. We're some of your apartment neighbors. You must be Pan, the new patissier, right?"

Not having given his name yet, Pan nodded in surprise. “Uh, yeah. Nice to meet you both, Thomas and Cara." None of the conversation being of the quiet sort, Emily wandered into view over his shoulder. He adjusted the basket in his arms so he could put some of the weight against his stomach. “This is Emily, the one who actually moved in recently. I've actually been here for a while."

“Hello, Thomas, right?" Emily waved. “Thank you for the warm welcomes! This basket looks huge though! Do you normally put this much stuff in it?"

“I got a basket too when I moved in, but it wasn't this stuffed." Accel chimed in, just barely in view at the side. He'd plucked out the biscuit tube with a curious look. “Mine was more vegetables too, although it had a big pineapple for the centerpiece. Tangy. Oh! Oatmeal pies!" He pulled out a box of pastries and gave a little wave of his own as he pried open the box. “Sorry. I'm their actual neighbor. I don't think I've met you before. I'm Accel."

Thomas matched their greetings, as did Cara, though his face scrunched up in embarrassment. “Yeah, it's a bit overloaded cause I might have panicked when I realized no one had brought it yet. I was going to do it with Nico originally, then came the, err, I mean, couldn't find the basket, and... Well, In that case, it's a Moving-In-slash-Welcome-to-Plaisir basket!"

It just took that one word to get a reaction from all three of them. Emily blinked in surprise, looking between jellyfish and stunky. Pan, having expertly speared one of the oatmeal pies with a claw out of Accels grip, suddenly realized why Thomas knew his name and job. Accel seemed to be contemplating something else entirely, tail twitching out of sight from the doorway as he clutched the empty wrapper in hand. “Plaisir? D-Does that mean you work there too?"

“Well, yeah! I think like a third of the building works there in some capacity, though, to be honest, I never really asked about the numbers… so don't quote me on that. I'm one of the waiters. Nico runs the Plaisir Foundation, though he used to work there too. I'd have brought him along too if he wasn't working when I realized. He could have floated the basket for me..."

“By waiter you mean, actual waiter, or... you know..." Accel blushed a bit.

Thomas seemed to catch on pretty quick to the implications, and smiled. “Why not both?"

“Because it makes it a lot harder to not spill the drinks?" Pan replied sarcastically around a bite of pie. Immediately he regretted the action, and with his hands full he couldn't even slap himself for it. “Aaaand that sounded incredibly rude. I'm so sorry."

Much to his relief, Thomas responded with a snicker, now grinning widely. “Nah, you're fine. That was pretty good! You'd definitely need a good sense of awareness and finesse to 'serve double' so to speak." He threw in a wink. “I know about the whole personal bubble thing, so I'm not gonna be throwing around a bunch of innuendos at you or anything."

Pan let out a small sigh of relief; he'd been a little worried about that once Thomas had revealed himself as working at Plaisir, but nothing about his demeanor suggested any sort of offense or patronization. “Thanks. I know it makes me seem a little weird compared to a lot of others working there, but..."

“We got all sorts of pokemon at the Cafe! You're not the only one that's fussy about sex!" Cara twirled in place, seeming to emote a sort of happy face with the help of its tentacles. “I think it's just adding to your allure right now. Apparently you got a great butt in your uniform."

A sudden snort turned everyone's gaze towards Accel, who immediately cupped his mouth and nose. “Sorry! That was... funnier than I thought it'd be..."

That got everyone but Pan snickering and grinning; he simply arched an eyebrow at Accel while taking another bite of pie, hoping he was projecting enough 'I'll get you for that later' in his gaze.

“It is a nice uniform," Emily reached around for the basket still and cradled it with some surprise. “So I can't really blame them. I appreciate hearing about the local gossip."

Thomas gave a nod. “Happy to help! If you need someone to scheme for peace and quiet, just let me know."

Now devoid of basket, Pan found himself feeling oddly naked. Granted, he literally was naked, but everyone else was wearing something (except Cara, but it didn't feel appropriate to count a floating jellyfish for indecency). It also came to mind that, now that the welcome basket had been delivered, he either needed to find a polite way to say goodbye, or find more conversation to keep going with until Thomas excused himself... or would he? Inviting him into their apartment would at least be the polite step even just for more conversation, versus forcing it all out right by the door, potentially rude.

It was Emily that solved the problem first. “Did you have any plans after coming to say welcome by chance, Thomas? Or Cara?"

Both blinked (or wobbled), at this, though Thomas spoke up of the two. “Uhh, no? My schedule's free, all I had in mind for today besides meeting you guys was, like, watching Netflix or something." He chuckled lightly, his tail flicking back behind him. “Got something in mind?"."

“I was going to eat an apple and nap!" Cara chimed in. “But I can save that for tomorrow."

This got a grin out of Emily. “Well, I was about to send these two off for some bonding time while I worked on some other things, but since you brought us some treats, maybe we should have a small party instead? Play a game or whatever. Depending on the options that is. We could play here or maybe at Accel's apartment, if he has room."

“Or at my place, true." Thomas seemed interested in the idea. A quick glance over showed Accel didn't seem against it either, though the offer of his apartment did get a small start out of him. It was a clever move on Emily's part, making the venue multiple choices. “I'm game if you all are!"

“Ooh, I get to play too, right, right?" Cara bounced about mid-air.

Emily shrugged. “I don't see why not? I don't know what sort of games you can play, but I'm sure we have some options everyone can participate in." She then wandered towards the kitchen to put down the basket.

“It might be kinda fun. I haven't played many party games in a while, at a party I mean." Accel seemed to be thinking things over. “Though I should probably, uh, shower first."

“Makes sense. Meanwhile, I can go put something on myself." Pan gestured to his naked self now that he had his hands back—he'd scarfed down the rest of the oatmeal pie to make it less of a nuisance.. “You all are making me feel underdressed."

“You could always go for a bow tie. Classy yet risque." Thomas grinned impishly.

Pan stuck his tongue out, amused. “If you wear one too, sure."

“I could! Pretty sure I got one in my closet somewhere."

Emily came back and gave them both an appraising, smirking look. “As adorable as that'd be, I'd rather everyone was at least in shorts or more if we're playing games, if that's not a problem? Cara is excused of course: I don't think they can wear any without them sagging."

“I don't have any glutes to even show off!"

“Sounds fair." Thomas confirmed with a chuckle. “How about I come back in fifteen or so with some games from my place and we can all discuss our choices then? Accel here can get his shower and join us when ready, and you two can see what you have while getting the creme off your boyfriend before he has to cover up?"

With a growing grin, Emily winked, reaching out to pluck a stray piece of that pie out of his fur. “Oh no, you saw through my plan! Sounds like a deal."

And with that, their party was set!

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