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“One day I'm going to figure out where you got this gambling addiction. I don't even flip coins, you know?"

A snicker came from the other side of Kylan's locker door. A purple-and-white face popped around it as he smoothed out his jersey, bearing an impish grin. “I know," he said as the braixen tossed a brush into the locker. “Hanging out with those rattata next door. Those guys are complete party animals."

The braixen mock-frowned and waved a stick at Kylan threateningly. He grinned back. “So let me get this all on record. We lose this match, you do the tasks I give you tonight without complaint. We win, I do the same for you. That right?"

Lyzah the braixen swished her tail and flashed a grin. “Brai!"

“You're on, girl. And you know I'd brush your tail anyhow, right?"

The fox Pokemon bounced towards the arena entrance with a smirk, whirling her stick. Kylan chuckled at his partner's enthusiasm and followed her towards the rumble of sound ahead.

This was not a Challenger's League circuit match - Kylan was in his early 20s, compared to the younger challengers that would do the rounds through Galar, and not eligible for that particular route to the higher levels of Galarian Pokemon competition. Club competition, though, was more open, and the Circhester region's club event days were rather popular. The arena wasn't as packed as it might be for the Challenger's League - the upper bowl was closed off and the lower maybe half full at most - but that was more than enough audience for Kylan. For now, at least.

“And next up for our Sunday Singles Series competition, wearing number 117 and accompanied by her Thievul, Lauren Robin!"

There was a rumble of applause from the arena proper. Kylan turned to Lyzah and raised a fist. “Ready for this?"

The braixen smirked and tapped her white-furred fist to his. “Braixen!"

“Across the field, number 94, with his braixen, Kylan Davison!"

The applause rumbled again as Kylan and Lyzah trotted onto the field. There were a number of camera flashes that Kylan was becoming used to the more that he competed; there weren't a lot of the fennekin line in Galar, and Lyzah being a shiny made her even more unusual. She swirled her tail artistically and waved as they made their way to the center mark, playing to the audience.

Kylan knew his opponent; they hadn't battled before, but he and Lauren had trained together a few times and both Tricky, her thievul, and Lyzah had evolved at about the same time. She grinned as they faced off at midfield. “All right, Ky? Lyzah's looking good!"

“Yeah, all right, Lauren. How's things?"

“Good, good, been working hard for this. Ready to go?"

“Lyzah's fired up and ready. Let's do it, eh?"

The two trainers turned, their Pokemon following their lead, and set themselves in the box on either side of the field. The referee moved into place, and raised her hand. “Battle… BEGIN!"

Kylan looked at Lyzah. “Ladies first?" The braixen smirked and nodded, so he waved across to Lauren. “Your move!"

His opponent smirked. “Tricky, Quick Attack!"

The fox-like thievul launched himself forward at speed and slashed past Lyzah, who tried to reel out of the way but still took a glancing blow from the quadruped's attack. She hissed, spinning with the strike and smoothly drawing the branch out of her tailfur in the process. “Brai!"

“Do it, Lyzah, Ember!" Kylan called. The pokemon smirked and whirled, blasting a hot spray from the stick towards the thievul as it turned back to face her. His eyes widened and he yipped, batting at little orange spots spattering his russet and cream fur.

“Should have seen that coming." Lauren waved towards her pokemon. “Snarl!"

The dark-type gathered himself, opened his mouth and yowled a high-pitched call. Lyzah, though, saw her opponent preparing the move and folded her large ears down while she rolled to one side, the sound washing over her with a ripple of purple and white, but the brunt of it missing. Popping back to her feet, the braixen looked to her trainer.

Kylan grinned. “Show her the new one."

Lyzah smirked, crouched and launched into a blur of motion, with a cone of flame wrapping around her body as she moved. “Aw hell," he heard Lauren mutter as the fire-type slammed hard into Tricky and bowled him over hard. His braixen continued across the field and circled back, her speed increasing thanks to the move, dodged another quick attack attempt and struck again, blurring into even faster motion.

“Wow, she really wants to win," Kylan murmured to himself, watching Lyzah accelerate. “Flame Charge once more!" he called. “He's on the ropes!"

Lyzah, though, turned and shook her head towards him. He frowned, but she gave him a sly little grin and a nod.

“What, that thing you've been practicing in secret? Now?"

Another nod.

Kylan sighed. “Oh, fine, it's on you if we lose and you have to scrub the floors…"

The braixen flipped her purple-and-white tail at him as Tricky dragged himself back to his feet, grumbling. He started to bunch himself, and Kylan recognized him setting up an attack with Assurance. It wouldn't be devastating, Lyzah hadn't taken any recent damage, but even so. “Watch it!"

Lyzah turned back to her opponent unconcerned. She whirled her stick, touched the end of it to her muzzle - then winked, pursed her lips and blew a kiss towards the readying thievul.

“What?!" Lauren shouted, as a flurry of hearts burst from the braixen's “wand" and encircled her pokemon. Tricky, panicking, looked for an escape - only to have the hearts converge on him in a flash.

When they cleared, the Dark-type was standing slack, his tail down, jaw drooping, eyes locked on the braixen across from him with easily recognizable attraction.

Lyzah gave Kylan a satisfied glance, and gestured towards the stricken thievul. “Brai?"

“How in the hell did you learn Attract?" Kylan sputtered. “Wait… those damn rattata next door?"

She giggled.

“Well… finish it off, then!"

Lyzah turned and lunged into another Flame Charge that crashed through the dopey thievul and sent him spinning into an unconscious heap of fur.

“Tricky is unable to battle - the winners, Lyzah and Kylan!"

Lyzah trotted up, her tail held high, and gave Kylan a jumping high-five as the crowd rumbled its approval around them. “You sneaky little bitch," he said, admiringly. She wagged her tail.

“Attract, huh? Nice addition." Lauren walked up, Tricky staggering along at her side, doing his best to avoid looking at Lyzah. “We're going to work on countering that for next time. Good match, you two."

Kylan shook her outstretched hand, and patted Tricky on the head - incidentally putting out a small spot smoldering beside one ear from the last Flame Charge. “You too. See you next week?"

“We'll be here."

Kylan and Lyzah gave the audience a wave as they made their way back to the lockers, the braixen practically oozing a smug pride. Once inside, she spun and poked him lightly in the chest. “Bra-braixen," she reminded.

“Yes, I remember," he said with a sigh. “You won the bet, and impressively too. You can make your request tonight after dinner, all right?"

“Brai!"

“All right. Let's get sorted out and head home, then."

Kylan had grown up in a home where Sunday roast was a tradition, and he had always kept that up after moving out. His roast wasn't anything on his gran's, and his Circhester pudding was a little soggy at times, but he enjoyed it nonetheless.

Cooking it with a braixen underfoot was a bit of a challenge, however. He'd also learned his gran's recipe for a Pokemon-friendly berry cake, something her boltund had absolutely loved for as long as he could remember, and Lyzah had fallen in love with it. Any time he started to make it, she had always appeared instantly, both as a fennekin and after evolving - though the braixen was much more of an obstacle to work around.

With cleaned plates and full bellies, the two settled into the evening routine, tidying up dishes and starting a load of laundry for the work week. Then, as Kylan started to reach for the television remote, a white paw caught his hand. “Eh?"

“Brai*xen*."

Kylan looked up at Lyzah. “Oh! Oh, right, the bet. Sorry, Ly, I forgot. So, what is it you want me to do?"

Lyzah motioned briskly towards the sofa. “You want me to sit down?" She nodded. “Right."

He settled on the sofa, his braixen standing in front of him. She pointed at his face, closed her eyes, and pointed to them. “Brai!"

“Eyes closed? Ly, I dunno what you're asking for here, but this is a little-"

“Br-brai!"

“Oh, all right." Kylan closed his eyes. She obviously had some sort of joke planned, or those damn rattata had gotten her some sort of crazy costume for him to wear - something amusing to the silly fire-type. Resigned, he waited for his fate.

He didn't have to wait long. Her tail tapped him on the arm as she called “Braixen!"

His eyes opened. She held her stick to her muzzle, winked, and blew a kiss at him.

“Wha-?"

A flurry of small hearts pelted against him, and the world went a strange shade of pink.

Everything was soft and kind of fuzzy as his vision swam - everything but the beautiful purple and white furred figure before him. The braixen was the most lovely thing he had ever set eyes upon, and he knew that she must be his - his in every way.

Kylan started to reach for her. Lyzah came nearer. The effect went away as quickly as it had begun.

Three things became immediately apparent to Kylan. First, there was a supple, squirmy body in his lap, a pointed muzzle nuzzled up under his chin, nibbling at his neck. Second, said body was pressed up against him in ways that were very much unlike any way that he was used to. Third, there was a lingering effect from the Attract he had taken: he was as hard as a steelix, and Lyzah was grinding her rump against his groin in a way that was very much deliberate.

It all added up to something that was very pleasurable. And very confusing.

Kylan took a deep breath, shouted “Oi!" and seized his braixen under the arms as he stood. Lyzah gave a surprised “br-brai!" and dangled at arm's length in front of him, her ears dropping back at the glare he fixed on her.

“What in the bloody hell are you doing, girl?"

Lyzah flinched slightly at his tone, then her chin came up and she smirked. Her tail swished forward to tap him lightly on the well-tented groin. “Braaaaixen."

“Quit that!" He plunked her down unceremoniously and sat, crossing his legs. “Ah!" He held up a hand as the braixen tried to move forward again, and glared. She subsided, sulkily.

“Lyzah. You used Attract on me. What the hell kind of joke is that?"

“Brai bra-braixen."

Kylan frowned. “I don't know what you're trying to say. Why in Arceus' name would you use Attract on me like that? I mean, I get learning it to put opponents off their game, but-"

“Braixen!"

He paused, tilting his head as the fox Pokemon shook her head vigorously 'no.' “Okay. No to what, using Attract? Because I'm sure you-"

She shook her head again. 'Okay. Getting opponents off their game?" Another shake. “I don't get it. Why did you learn-?"

“Brai-BRAI!"

Her tone clearly told Kylan that he was missing something very obvious, and her glare did even more. “Okay, okay… calm down. What is all this?"

Lyzah stared at her trainer for a long moment, then took two paces forward, stood on tiptoe, and planted her muzzle firmly against his lips. Her fur tickled his chin just a little.

She pulled back, and curled her lips into an expression that quite obviously asked if he understood her now.

Kylan stared. “Wait. You used Attract on me because, uh… you're attracted to me?"

Lyzah threw her paws up in mock celebration and stalked in a circle, muttering under her breath in an angry tone. Kylan stared, baffled.

“Ly, uh… look, I think you're lovely and all, but I never really thought of, you know… us? I mean-"

She glowered, and stalked away. He blinked. “Lyzah?"

A moment later, the braixen returned, with something in her paw - his tablet. He frowned, then flushed as she tapped at it. “Wait, are you-"

Lyzah spun the screen around as a video started. Kylan found himself watching a Machoke standing next to a bed, giving the camera a sultry smile. It turned and slid thumbs into the waistband of its trunks and pushed them down; the camera moved and it became obvious that the Machoke was female - especially when she leaned over to rest on the bed, spreading her folds for the view.

And then the sawsbuck trotted in to the shot.

Kylan cleared his throat and looked at Lyzah. “I, uh… I was saying that I hadn't thought of US, like you and me, like that, not that I-"

“Brai!" The image of the deer Pokemon mounting the machoke spun away. She tapped a few more times and turned the screen back to show a video already in progress, a human body pressed tightly to the orange and brown fur of a braixen, humping eagerly as she cried her name for the camera.

“...I mean that's not you, and I-"

She tossed the tablet aside and stalked up to him. “Braixen. Bra-brai braix."

He sighed. “Okay, yeah, I know that there are people who have sex with Pokemon, and I find it kinda hot to watch. To be blunt, I've, uh… enjoyed it many times. But you're… well, you! We're a team. I've raised you, and I wouldn't want anyone to accuse me of taking advantage of you because I'm your trainer, you know?"

Lyzah tilted her head, considered this for a moment, then reached out and put a gentle paw on his cheek. “Bra-brai. Brai-braixen." She touched her heart, then pointed to him, with a firm nod.

“You really do, uh… want that? Is that what you mean?"

“Brai!"

Kylan took her paw in one hand, thinking hard. Why was he so surprised that his braixen partner was so interested in him, he wondered. She hadn't really given him any indication before this that she'd wanted to fool around, or anything like that…

...or maybe she had. He flashed back to a road trip to Hammerlocke not long after she'd evolved, when she had slid into bed with him rather than using the second bed, and snuggled into his arms. It had been a new experience simply because of her new body shape, and he'd not given it a second thought.

Or all the times she had sat in his lap to watch movies - both before and after her evolution. Finding a reason to slip into the shower while he was naked. Sneakily stealing his towel. Accidentally brushing her rear against his groin in elevators a time or two…

“Huh."

Kylan caught the braixen's eye and stared long enough that she flushed and broke the gaze, clearing her throat. “B… brai."

“How long have you been at this, Lyzah?"

She fiddled with her stick and shrugged. “Braixen."

“A while?" She nodded. “A few months?" Another nod. “Since you evolved?" She nodded more firmly.

“I, uh… hang on." Kylan stood and extracted a bottle from the cabinet over the fridge. He didn't dip into the whiskey that much, but he suddenly felt like one. Maybe two.

Glass half to his lips, he turned back, to find Lyzah standing a few inches away. “Gah! When did you get so quiet?!"

The braixen giggled, quietly, and took the glass from his hand. She sipped it, a tiny little puff of flame rising in the alcohol's wake, and then took his hands in her paws. They were soft, and warm, and fuzzy. Her thumbs stroked over his knuckles with affection. Ruby eyes caught his gaze, and Kylan found himself smiling.

“You are so pretty, you know that, Ly?"

She flushed, her ears slicking back. “Br-brai."

Kylan leaned down. “Hey. Know what?"

“Brai?"

“Now I know why you kept hanging about in the shower… perv."

“Bra-brai!"

He caught the paw that raised to bop him on the nose, and kissed it. “I think I'm okay with that."

Lyzah's eyes widened. She grinned and practically scaled her trainer to plant her muzzle hard on his lips, locking her legs around his hips. Kylan wrapped his arms around the lithe little fire-type, glad that he did some weight training here and there - she was a head shorter than him but still had some weight behind her - and kissed back. Slim, playful fox tongue met human tongue tentatively at first, then with more confidence, and Kylan slid a hand down to support Lyzah, cupping under her tail. She stiffened and growled with approval, wriggling against him with eager appreciation.

It was the first time, Kylan realized, that he had touched her in any way that could be considered intimate since her evolution. Gaining fingers meant that she could manage taps, so baths had been scaled back quite a lot. The dark fur below her purple “skirt" was shorter and soft, and shifted under his hand as he stroked along the curve of her rump. It felt good to the touch, and apparently the touch felt good to her; she whined and buried her face against her trainer's neck, giving him soft kisses along the collarbone.

Kylan grasped the pokemon more firmly and carried her from the kitchen to the living room, where he set her down on the sofa, allowing his fingers to trace down those sleek thighs and rest on her knees. “You know it's been a couple years since I've been with a woman, right, Ly? Might need some trial and error here."

The braixen grinned just a little unsteadily up at him. “Br-rai." She stroked her fingers through her fur, from the chin down to her lower body and along the thighs. “Braixen." The meaning was clear - practice all you want. So, Kylan did.

Lyzah squeaked as the young man's hands caught her knees and spread them apart, giving him an unimpeded view between. The black fur was parted around her femininity, where a slit of pink - only slightly exotic in its design, pursed slightly at the front but a slit for the rest - showed through. Kylan grinned. “Looking good, Ly. Wonder how it tastes?"

Her eyes widened. “Br-"

She cut off with a gasp as Kylan leaned in and buried his face between her thighs. The fur was an odd sensation against his cheeks, but the scent of her arousal - spicy, slightly tart, exotic - drew him in. Her sex was slick and warm against his lips as they made contact, and her hips writhed at the first touch of his tongue curving its way along that slick slit. “BRA-BRAI!"

There wasn't much of a taste, but the scent lingered in his nostrils. Kylan didn't mind. He worked his hands around to cup the braixen's rump again and squeezed, tongue digging in amid her slick folds, spreading her apart under its caresses. Lyzah responded with pleased whines and chirps, lifting her hips to press against him with eager arousal and stroking through his hair with blunt claws.

Finally Kylan found his target, the small bulge of the braixen's clit just within. Lyzah growled and tightened her grasp on the trainer; he took that to mean that he was doing something right, and redoubled his efforts. Her arousal matted the fur around her sex as he lapped at her, tongue tip circling her clit, and with a little burst of flame over his head Lyzah squirmed her way into orgasm, muscles convulsing around his tongue for long moments before she sagged back with a pleased moan.

Kylan sat back up and smirked at the goofy expression on his braixen's face; her tongue lolled, and her tail twitched against her side. “Didn't know you were so damn cute after coming, or I'd have tried to catch a peek of you wanking sometime."

Her eyes shot open and she stared at him, cheeks coloring. “Braixen!"

“Heard you a couple times, and the occasional scorch marks on your bed were a bit of a giveaway." Kylan grinned. “You really are cute, though."

Lyzah sat up and pulled him into a kiss, then drew back and looked down his body. One foot found its way to his crotch and pressed against the sizeable bulge there. Kylan grunted. “Yeah, you probably heard me a few times too, huh?" He slowly stood. “Want a better look?"

“Brai-BRAI." Her nod was emphatic, as were the grabby paws that he dodged with a laugh.

“Okay, okay." Kylan unzipped his pants and slid them off, then followed them with his briefs. He stripped his shirt away as well, and when he looked back down found the braixen staring at his erection, looking pleased. “All right?"

“Braaaaai." A paw curled around his girth and stroked, the fur brushing along his length giving it a unique feel. She trailed a finger over the tip, where a bead of precum had emerged to greet her, then leaned in and, eyes locked on his, let her tongue curl around him with a slow, soft heat.

He groaned in pleasure. “That's nice." Her ears perked, and she trailed her tongue along his length, from base to tip, nose nuzzling into the nest of pubic hair at the base as she planted gentle kisses against his sac. Then she drew back and slowly engulfed him in her purple-and-white muzzle. The heat and wetness was heavenly. “Fuck, that's nice, Ly, keep doing that…"

Lyzah murmured something muffled around the cock that nearly overfilled her mouth and took him further, tail twitching back and forth. Kylan felt the tension that was the back of her muzzle press against his tip, and she paused, then shifted and pushed, and he sank the last inch into her throat.

“Oh Arceus!" Kylan had never been deep-throated before, and the sensation was remarkable, tight and hot around his tip while the braixen bobbed her head and swirled her tongue along the rest of his shaft. “Be careful, girl…"

She grunted and bobbed a few more times with his entire cock in her mouth, then pulled back to keep only a few inches, before rocking her head up and down more emphatically. Kylan caught her ears and stroked them as she moved - she loved her ears petted any time, and this made her stiffen and groan around him.

Lyzah's tongue work was doing wonders for Kylan, and he could feel the pleasure building as she worked him over. He started to thrust, bumping the back of her muzzle with each stroke. “F-fuck, Ly… do you want it in your mouth?"

She pulled back until just his tip was in her muzzle, paws grasping his base and stroking eagerly. Looking up at him, Lyzah opened her mouth, tongue out, and let his cock tip rest on that warm, wet base. “Brai…"

It was one of the most erotic things Kylan had ever seen, and it did exactly what Lyzah intended. He came with a low grunt, cum gushing out in long strands that splashed against the roof of her mouth and pooled until she had taken as much as she could. Then she pulled back, the last few jets of his seed pulsing across the purple strip atop her muzzle.

Spent, the man swung around until he could plunk down on the sofa to catch his breath. Lyzah clambered up to sit on his lap. She wiggled against him and opened her mouth, still full of his seed; once he got a good look she closed again and swallowed, twice, taking the lot down.

“You… are naughty," Kylan managed, stroking her back as she leaned against him. “Where the hell did you ever… actually, no, maybe I don't wanna know where you learned to do that."

Lyzah smirked. “Braixen." Her fingers trailed over his bare chest and belly, and further, curling around his softening length. “Braaaaaix?"

Kylan kissed her ear. “If that was a request for seconds, you'll have to be patient, I need a bit of a break before I can go again."

“Brai… braixen." Nimble fingers kept up their movements; she leaned up into a kiss that slowly deepened until their tongues were twining once again. Kylan tasted the salt of himself on her, and didn't care; the warmth of the furry body pushed against him and the gentle pawpads caressing him were more than enough to keep him happy.

Then Lyzah leaned back, took a breath, and winked.

“Is that Attr-"

The burst of hearts converged from point-blank range onto him. Kylan felt a pink haze fall over him, and once again the braixen before him became the most beautiful, vivacious and sensual woman in the world. He shook off the effect quickly once again - it seemed that the effectiveness of the move was weakened when used on humans - and the world faded back into its proper colours quickly. “Lyzah, you… huh."

He was hard as a rock again in her grasp. She looked down, then back up, and lifted an eyebrow. “Braixen?"

“Impatient little bugger."

She giggled, and scrambled to straddle his legs. “Brai!"

“Easy, girl, don't rush…" Kylan put a hand on her chest to slow the advance. “Have you ever, uh… had sex?" The look he got back dripped with condescension. “Arceus, those parties next door must be wilder than I thought…"

Lyzah giggled and shifted to rub the fur of her belly against his cock, pushing it between the two of them. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him hard once again, wriggling until his tip caught in her wet folds, and then sank down to take half his length with one quick push. She squealed with pleasure against his lips, and Kylan groaned at the tight grasp that rippled around him.

The braixen shifted and rocked up and down on him, spreading slick fluids that started to dribble down his shaft, resting her cheek against his with soft moans, then started working him deeper inside. Kylan cupped her firm rump with both paws, letting her do the work, and a few moments later felt her hips meet his, fully embedded in the heat of her pussy.

“You are so warm," he growled, nipping at an ear and fondling her tail base. Lyzah growled back and lapped at the side of his neck, kissing and nuzzling as she rose up and started to ride him. Kylan leaned back and watched her move, the sleek fox-like Pokemon planting her hands on his chest for more leverage, tongue lolling. She lifted off, then engulfed his length, and repeated that motion, over and over. “Brai-brai-brai-braixen!" she panted, her eyes locked on his.

Kylan stroked through her fur, fingers digging in along her chest and sides, caressing her thighs, enjoying the feel of her plush warmth against him and the clench of her body around his cock. She pushed against his touch wantonly, dripping fluids that wetted his thighs, her hips slapping against his as her movements became more eager and enthusiastic.

She squeaked in surprise when Kylan caught her by the waist, and gave a weak “Br-brai!" of protest as he flipped the two of them over. He grinned down, propped up on the back of the sofa. “My turn to drive for a bit."

“Br-BRAI!" Lyzah squealed as he thrust hard and deep, pulling her legs up against his belly to get more leverage. Kylan pistoned into the slim Pokemon's sex with soft grunts of effort, plunging to the root with each stroke, feeling her spread before him. She squirmed under her trainer's efforts, her tail thrashing back and forth, blunt claws digging into his arms hard enough to lead dimples in his sweat-slick skin.

Kylan's peak built faster than he would have expected for his second round of the evening - perhaps that was part of Attract, he mused amid the pleasure - and he ground hard against his braixen's body with each stroke, stimulating her clit as he thrust. He leaned down and growled “Cum for me, Ly" into one expressive fox ear, and then took it in his teeth and bit down, just a little, near the root. Lyzah stiffened at his words and the bite, rocked her hips against his, and yowled as she came hard around his plunging shaft. The heat and pressure were the last straw for Kylan as well, and with his own muffled shout he buried himself fully in Lyzah and erupted, gushing burst after burst of thick cum that splashed deep into her sex.

The pair clung to one another for long moments as their orgasms trailed off, and then slowly sagged onto the sofa. Kylan propped himself above her and admired the blissful expression on the braixen's purple-and-white face. She opened her eyes slowly, sighed with contentment, and leaned up to lick his cheek. “Braixen, brai-braix."

“Yeah. You're pretty damn amazing too, Ly."

She giggled, pulling him down into her arms. “Brai."

A scrabbling sound from across the room caught Kylan's ear, and he glanced up to meet two sets of eyes peeking in under a blind that wasn't quite all the way down. “What the fuck?"

Lyzah followed his gaze, and rolled her eyes. “Braiiiixen."

The two rattata perched on the windowsill outside looked chagrined at being caught, but that didn't last long. One of them sat back on its haunches and gave a golf-clap, nodding approvingly; a pink shaft peeking from its lower body fur suggested it had enjoyed the show. The other smirked, turned around and planted its rump against the window, making it clear that it was unapologetically female - and also an appreciative voyeur, from the smear of slick juices it left behind as the two of them jumped down and out of sight.

Kylan sat up and glanced at Lyzah. “Your friends from next door?"

“Brai."

“Pervy little bastards, aren't they?"

Lyzah giggled. “B-brai."

Kylan settled back on the sofa and pulled Lyzah into his arms. “Maybe you should invite them over sometime."

Lyzah's ears shot up. “Brai?!" A speculative look came across her face, and she smirked.

Kylan nuzzled her cheek. Lyzah turned to lick his nose, and he grinned. “You know, for once, I'm glad I lost a bet..."