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File Name: Nubile Ninetales

Owner: Xianyu

File Location: Someone's PC

File Type: Story:Adult:M/F:Ninetales x Human

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Details: Naughty Nubile Ninetales' Nautical Narration

Keith gently tilted the chunky Deynatech tablet to the left in his lap, ensuring that the gentleman in a suit and bowler hat on the seat next to him couldn't read any of the text on the screen.

Even though the cruise ship was only stopping in Coumarine for refueling, it was picking up a great deal of passengers. Due in port for roughly eight hours while they took on fuel, there was no rush to get onboard. But there was already a small crowd of travellers ready to embark.

The sleek white shape of the cruise liner was a bright wedge on the horizon, powering towards port. It was still an hour or two out, but the hotel had kicked Keith out at 10AM on the dot and he had nothing to do but wait.

The chunky tablet had been provided by Violet Enterprises and loaded with several introductory programs, as well as a satellite internet connection so he could communicate effectively with the company. Everything he needed to know about Violet Enterprises was right there on the tablet, as Jerome has said.

Everything he 'needed to know'.

Details were few and far between. His job was outlined on the first 'page', with a lot of weasel words and pseudonyms that only barely hinted at screwing pokemon on film as a source of income. Once he skim-read that, he was brought to a pokedex screen with various little buttons and sliders. Each known pokemon had their own colour-coded sliders he could move back and forth. A blurb at the top of the screen denoted it as his interactive 'preference picker'. Black was never, at the far left of the slider, the centre-left was red for 'please don't ever make me touch this, but I will if I have to'. Middle-right was green for perfectly okay, and far right was white: Favorite.

A small button at the top of the pokedex list changed the 'gender' of all the pokemon in the list. Keith took a few seconds to use the provided pen to swap the gender of all the pokemon to male, select all, and drag them into the black. He then swapped back to the female version and started to go down the list, individually choosing for each pokemon.

A helpful blurb appeared on the left of the pokemon, details of their size, temperature, and any other meaningful information, as well as displaying a simple size-comparison with the average 5'9 person.

Going down the list made Keith feel strange. Now that he was viewing the pokemon through the lens of interspecies sexuality, he saw them entirely differently.

Muk? Grimer? Hell no. Into the black for you.

Pikachu? Maaaybe. Pichu? He'd probably kill the poor thing. Into the black.

Squirtle? Did they even… Keith could remember a squirtle. They were surrounded by a shell. Was there some kind of slit or hole in the shell? Would they take the shell off?!

Keith shuddered and pushed the slider into the black.

Some of the pokemon were no-brainers. Absol was a definite yes. After what Amber did to him, he even pushed Absol into the 'favorite' section. Ninetales, arcanine, some of the eevee line went into favorites. As did some many of the 'human shape' egg group.

But some of them made him pause due to the sheer impossibility of it all. Slugma? Wailord? Koffing? Munna? Mew?

Slugma was basically raw magma. Wailord was just no. How would that even be possible? Koffing? Koffing had a vagina?! Keith shuddered that idea out of his head. Munna was much the same. It was a jelly bean with smoke coming out of its head. Was he expected to fuck the smoke-hole?

And mew? Mew was a legend. An impossibility. How far were Violet Enterprises reaching to think they could capture mew and put the gender-indeterminate legendary pokemon to work in porn?

Just for giggles, Keith put the slider for all the non-crazy legendary pokemon into 'favorite': Mew, Mewtwo, Articuno, Suicune, Ho-oh, Latias, and Rayquaza.

By the time Keith had gone through the list of pokemon, the cruise ship was looming large. It was slightly eerie. The cruise ship was ultramodern, and very quiet. The sound of water slapping against it was already carrying across the water; the roar of liquid being parted by the bow. But there was no sound of engines.

The ship had already started to turn, and Keith considered powering down the tablet to board, but there was some time yet. The bow was stencilled with the words 'S.S Siren's Call', but the travel brochure Keith had read about the ship in the pokecentre merely referred to it as the 'Siren'.

An auspicious name for a cruise liner, at least.

Keith spared the ship a glance, before returning to the tablet, and the next set of forms he was to fill out. Travel accommodation bookings, drama lessons, 'pokemon familiarisation', and an official induction at 'Ascorbia Island' in the Orange Archipelago. That was where the Siren was heading.

There was also a giant block of time dedicated to a 'Mystery shoot' aboard the cruise liner. Keith had no idea what that was nor could he find any information about it in the documentation.

Keith eventually powered off the tablet as the Siren came into port. A louder set of engines had started running, and powerful sprays of water were causing lateral movement to the big ship, bringing it to a graceful dock while a set of folding stairs tentatively touched down on the pier.

---

“You must be Keith!" a voice said.

Keith turned uncertainly, adjusting the sports bag on his shoulder, looking back at where the voice had come from.

A young-ish girl with wearing bike shorts, a blouse two sizes too small for her, and with bright red hair pulled back into a ponytail was watching him intently.

“Uh… yeah, that's me," Keithy said lamely.

“Good, come with me!" the girl said, closing her phone and slipping it into her pocket. Keith caught a glimpse of the screen before it was closed, and was sure it showed a picture of his face.

“Am I… in trouble?" Keith asked uncertainly.

“You are in so much trouble. Not legal, though!" the girl said with a happy little bounce, jerking her head towards the back of the boat. “C'mon!"

Keith had no choice but to follow along, uncertainly traipsing after the bouncy girl.

She led him down a long hallway with rooms on either side, stopping by door 104.

“This is your room!" she said happily, producing a card and swiping it over the reader. The door clicked and opened, revealing a modest room that was slightly smaller than a regular hotel-room, but with all of the same necessities. Bed, television, card-reader, bath, toilet She held out the card for him.

Keith took the card and slid it into his pocket, staring at her. “Are you… are you with the company?"

The girl nodded, giving him a sketchy half-salute. “Fiona Mathers at your service!"

Keith gave her a lame half-salute in response. “Uh.. well hi, Fiona. I'm Keith. But you already knew that."

“I really enjoyed your work with Amber," Fiona said with a sly wink. “Very good for your first time."

Keith felt his cheeks warming. “I kinda... “

“Didn't know you were being recorded?" Fiona cut across him with a grin.

Keith nodded.

“It was the same with me. Got me with Pyre. I couldn't help myself! The film sold really well though!" Fiona said cheerfully, before forcefully pushing him into the room. “Now come, we have business to discuss!"

---

Keith stared blankly at Fiona, blinking once. “What?"

“Have you been paying attention to anything I've been saying?" Fiona asked crossly, tapping her foot against the floor in annoyance.

“I've been trying to," Keith answered placatingly. “You're just throwing all this at me so fast. I'm supposed to be a trainer? I don't have any pokemon, for a start. I don't know how to battle. I don't want to battle! A trainer card? A V.E. Spender's card? A luxuries account?"

Fiona sighed, holding her face in her hands. “Well, first thing is first, I guess. You have to choose a pokemon!"

“Mew," Keith said immediately.

Fiona glowered at him.

“What? I chose," Keith added defensively.

“Didn't you see the list?" Fiona asked, making a motion with her chin towards his bag, “On the tablet."

Keith reached over and unzipped his bag, pulling out the tablet and holding it up. “Where?"

Fiona snatched it from him, powering it on and then swiping left from the far right of the screen, causing a screen to slide in from the side. It was blank for a few seconds, but quickly populated, the various bios and portraits of pokemon appearing.

“This!" Fiona said, swiping down another menu and hitting a checkbox somewhere. The screen was suddenly filled with pink portraits of various pokemon.

Raichu. Dragonair. Skitty. Liepard. Arcanine. Tentacruel.

Portraits jumped out at him, along with various names.

Keith took the offered tablet, and stared at the list in confusion. “I just… I pick one?"

“Yep!" Fiona said brightly. “That'll be your pokemon! It's really a list of our actors, but I took the liberty to sort them by 'unmatched and seeking' and then only females."

“I just… pick one?" Keith repeated dubiously, staring at the screen and then back up at Fiona. “They don't get a say in this?"

“It's part of their job as pokemon employees with the company. We have various 'free agents' as it were. Zaria for a start! You'll meet her later on, at the resort. She's one of our specialists. But if they're on this list, they've put themselves up as available for a trainer cover! Just pick one and away you go!"

Keith stared at Fiona, and then back at the screen. “Does it matter which one I pick?"

“Totally," Fiona stated simply. “Because they're going to be your partner for your time at Violet Enterprises or until you decide you never want to see each other ever again."

Keith tapped the screen, enlarging the bio of the arcanine, a female named 'Zen'. Her history was detailed, with links to three of her 'on screen appearances' that Keith was definitely not going to open in company. One of them was a 'feature film', while the other two were put into the category of a 'naughty', whatever that was.

“Our 'naughties' are plot-less fucking-on-film, basically," Fiona explained, following his gaze. “Feature films have plot and acting. You won't be in a feature film for a long while yet. Not until they know you're decent at it."

Keith nodded automatically.

A flashing red icon at the bottom of the screen caught his attention, and he tapped it, bringing up a 'Risk assessment - History' tab.

Keith glanced up at Fiona. “It says here she put her last 'trainer' in hospital."

Fiona sucked in a breath and gave a helpless motion of her hands. “Yeah, Zen did. She and her partner were 'practising' for their next feature film. He had gotten really good at working her up. Anyway, she came, breathed fire on reflex, and he got second degree burns to ten percent of his body."

Keith stared.

“What? Did you think making a flaming canine the size of a rapidash have multiple orgasms was in any way safe?" Fiona asked simply.

Keith shook his head. “I uh… just wasn't expecting that is all."

“There are dangers to our line of work," Fiona said helplessly. “Just last week one of our actors was poisoned by a leafeon he was shooting with. Another of our girls passed out in a tangela scene due to asphyxiation."

Keith paled slightly.

“Oh don't worry, you'll be fine!" Fiona said brightly. “Have you made your pick?"

“I'm trying to find something that won't kill me and is mildly attractive," Keith managed to squeak out.

Fiona rolled her eyes, and then paused. “I don't know what you've been told, but your partner is not a 'free fuck'. As it were. You're free to fornicate with them as much as you like, but it's entirely consensual. We don't tolerate force in Violet Enterprises except for artistic purposes. If we find out you're forcing yourself on your pokemon, you'll be fired. And probably chased out of several countries."

Keith waved a hand. “Yeah, I wasn't expecting a free fuck."

“You can always change your mind if you're not sure on your partner," Fiona explained. “Though there is a limit on that, to stop people from just being super picky and getting a new pokemon every other day."

Keith frowned slightly, tapping a new portrait. A ninetales named 'Aleda'.

She had been in seven 'naughty's and one feature film with a minor role in a threesome, according to the blurb. She was originally from Kanto, but had been shuttled around a lot with her previous trainer. Upon being released she had 'fallen' into working at Violet Enterprises. Her Risk Assessment noted some minor burns on trainers who had tried to seduce her or touched her without asking, as well as a 'forceful breach of contract' from her previous 'trainer' who had seemingly not taken her out of her pokeball enough.

Chewing on the inside of his cheek, Keith stared down at the portrait of the ninetales. She looked incredibly alluring in the shot; sitting on a seat in a sauna, looking back over her shoulder with a sultry stare. He reminded himself that sexuality wasn't the only reason to pick a potential partner, but that stare was just getting to him.

“Aleda. Yeah, I'm gonna go with her," Keith said with an earnest nod.

“You won't be the first. Nor the last, probably," Fiona said with a knowing laugh.

“What? Why?" Keith asked uncertainly.

“I have it on good authority that she's looking to cash out of Violet Enterprises. She's one of our very best on-camera pokemon, but she doesn't really enjoy the work," Fiona explained with a chagrined smile.

Keith stared back down at the portrait, and then up at Fiona again. “Pokemon aren't allowed to leave?"

“Well, they can leave whenever they want," Fiona explained carefully. “But that involves releasing them into the wild. We can also leave them with a pokemon shelter of their choice. But Aleda doesn't want that. She wants a partner or a master. And she wants to be able to choose who it is. She can only do that while working for us, really. If we release her, she'd have to take her chances on the next master she has being a good one for her. That's not a chance she wants to take."

Keith nodded in understanding. “I guess that kinda makes sense. How do you even 'pay' pokemon to do this?"

“Pokemon's needs are much simpler than our own, but just as varied. Some of our pokemon do it because they enjoy it. Others have ulterior motives. They want fame or fortune, or they want to be constantly pampered, adored… Some pokemon like sylveon just really, really enjoy showing off for the camera! Others, like Aleda, are just looking for a better life than a random master of unknown quality taking them in. Some pokemon even accept cold, hard cash. Or exotic foods only found in certain regions of the world. Some of them even use Violet Enterprises as a safe harbour so they don't have to live in the wild, and treat the movies as merely a job. They're not as uppity about sex as humans."

“I'll say," Keith muttered, the image of Amber opening up her muzzle eagerly for him flashing through his mind.

“So, you're sure about Aleda?" Fiona asked.

Keith nodded. “Quite sure. Ninetales has always been a favorite of mine."

“You understand you'll have to star in a 'naughty' with her, yes?" Fiona added.

“I what?" Keith asked blankly.

“A naughty. With Aleda. You'll have to fuck her. On film," Fiona stated with the air of someone explaining why they didn't serve a certain item.

“Oh… uh… well, definitely Aleda then, yes," Keith admitted, clearing his throat nervously.

Fiona gave him a knowing smile. “Very well, I'll arrange to have her beamed aboard!"

“Beamed?" Keith asked dubiously.

“Beamed," Fiona repeated with a short nod. “Through the PC system."

“Oh, right," Keith said lamely. “I forgot all about that. I've never really… Well, you know. I wasn't a trainer."

Fiona had already pulled out her phone and was tapping away on the screen, swiping through screens and doing something or other. She glanced at him over the top of it, “Our actors are from pretty diverse backgrounds."

“How do you know so much about the company?" Keith asked suddenly. “I mean, is there a codex somewhere with all this written down?"

Fiona giggled. “Nothing of the sort. I've just been with the company for… a year and a half now, I think?"

“And how many… uh…" Keith made a motion with his hands.

“Pokemon have I fucked? Or how many have I fucked on film?" Fiona offered shamelessly.

“Films," Keith said, his tone slightly strangled, feeling warmth rising in his cheeks.

“You'll get over the embarrassment after a while," Fiona said with a knowing smile. She lowered her phone, and then slipped it back into her pocket. “Well, I've been in seven naughties and five feature films."

“Only one a month?" Keith asked uncertainly.

Fiona shook her head. “Nine of those were in my first three months. I swapped out after a while because a position became vacant. A lot of our workers fall in love with their pokemon and just wander off to live in an apple grove or whatever they do."

“Really?" Keith asked blankly.

Fiona shrugged. “Sure. A lot of our films are very intimate. It's no real surprise that people and pokemon develop bonds. Guy fell in love with a dewgong though. How are you supposed to have a relationship with something that lives in the ocean?"

“Get a good pair of flippers?" Keith offered.

Fiona giggled slightly and then shrugged again. “Well, I took his position as an interim executive director. I took the position permanently when nobody else wanted the job."

Keith stared. “But you're like eighteen."

“Twenty, actually, but thanks for the compliment." Fiona winked. “Otherwise my first videos would be child porn and that would be bad on a lot of levels."

Keith paused at that, and then nodded once. “Yeah, that makes sense. So… who started this whole… thing? How do you start a company based on… uh…"

“Fucking pokemon?" Fiona offered with another giggle. “Nobody knows. Jerome is our 'leader'. But he's not the true C.E.O of the company. That position is taken by someone known only as 'Silhouette'. Sometimes, very rarely, you might get a letter with some kind of black pokemon footprint on the front. Those are important. Those are from Silhouette himself. I've heard rumours that Jerome has spoken to Silhouette face-to-face, but he won't ever tell anyone who he is or anything."

“That's creepy and weird," Keith said with a shake of his head. “Getting paid to fuck pokemon by someone who is only known by a special codename."

“But you're still getting paid to fuck pokemon!" Fiona said with a happy bounce. “You'll learn a lot more about the company at Ascorbia. And meet more of the faces. Probably fuck a few of them too," she added with a giggle. “Is there anything else you wanted to know about the company? Me? The ship?"

“This… 'naughty'. What am I supposed to do with the Ninetales?" Keith asked uncertainly.

“Fuck her, mainly," Fiona said, making a rolling motion with her fingers. “Back when I first joined, a lot of our shoots were very… porny. I convinced Jerome to try a more organic route. Let pokemon and human explore each other and just film it, rather than say 'fuck her for x seconds and then fuck her mouth for y, pull out and cum on her head for the obligatory end'."

Keith gave a nod at that. “Yeah, porn does seem kinda stilted."

“Some of our very best scenes have been entirely organic. I know one time, Blaze, one of our arcanine workers, was a bit too enthusiastic with me, and buried to his knot in me on like the third thrust."

Keith stared at her, feeling his cheeks burning. But she was completely engrossed in telling her story.

“So he just kept fucking me! Knot and all! God, it hurt. I walked funny for like two days. But the camera caught so much awesome action! Especially when he came. Most of the time, it just leaks out a little bit. But because he'd been fucking me with his knot, he sort of pulled it out, and then came a bit, and then crammed it all back inside, and it all splurted out all over the camera and made an absolute mess. But that freeze-frame…" Fiona trailed off, a faraway look in her eyes. “That fat pink knot sinking inside, and all that jizz being forced out around it… I'll be honest, I've rubbed one out to that freeze-frame many a time."

Keith just continued to stare at her.

“What?" Fiona asked, thumping his shoulder. “I've watched you fuck an absol absolutely senseless. There really can't be any kind of shyness between us!"

Keith swallowed thickly and nodded. “I… I guess."

Fiona whipped out her phone. “So, what are your fetishes?" she asked, fingers poised on the screen.

Keith felt rather like a buneary caught in a spotlight. “M-my… my what?"

“Fetishes," Fiona repeated, arching an eyebrow at him dubiously. “You know! What turns you on? Whips? Chains? Sex in the missionary position with the lights off for the purpose of procreation?"

“I… I don't have any," Keith mumbled, looking away.

Fiona gave him a long stare, before tapping at her phone. “Open mouths. Oral. Creampies. Fingering."

“W-what?" Keith spluttered.

“These are all things you did with Amber and you seemed to enjoy them. A lot," Fiona said airly.

Keith protested weakly, face burning.

“Will you go down on a pokemon?" Fiona asked matter-of-factly.

Keith spluttered incoherently. “W-what?!"

“Will. You." Fiona reiterated, making a motion with the hand not holding her phone. “Bury your lips and tongue in a pokemon's cunt and eat her out? Will you turn Aleda into a plate of hot-n-spicy foxtreats? Would you push your tongue against Amber and make her a Unovan flag?"

Keith was so taken aback by the second example that he stopped in the middle of his response.

Fiona rolled her eyes. “The Unova flag is white, blue, and red. She's got the white and blue, you got the red. Well, pink," she explained, waving her hand. “Would you do it?"

“I… I g-guess?" Keith answered, burying his face in his hands.

“Good, good," Fiona said, tapping away at her phone. “Are you dominant? Submissive? A bit of both?"

“A… both?" Keith said helplessly.

“So both, mostly submissive," Fiona added with a knowing grin.

“H-hey wait a secon-" Fiona placed a finger over his lips, and he quietened immediately.

“See, this is why I put 'mostly submissive''," she said with a smug giggle.

Keith glowered.

“Anal?"

“Hell no!" Keith said, making a disgusted face.

“Giving or receiving?" Fiona pressed.

“Either!" Keith said, giving a shudder. “That… That's disgusting."

“Maybe you'll change your mind," Fiona said, appraising him. “Given time. Anyway, that's enough for your profile. Anything you want to add?"

“Do we have a duress code?" Keith asked, mortified.

Fiona giggled. “You've got this clueless newcomer vibe to you. Like you walked into the wrong movie shoot and were too shy to say anything and just went along with it. It's appealing."

“If you say so," Keith said, running his hands through his hair helplessly.

“So, we're doing your Naughty shoot down in the lower decks. We've got a potential room set aside for it. One of the first-class suites, even! You will have to set up some kind of storyline before you fuck her. Just a little something to spice it up before you get to the spice," Fiona explained. “Mainly because just straight-up fucking doesn't appeal to absolutely everyone. Most people skip those first few minutes. But the people who don't absolutely adore it."

“And I've just gotta… screw her?" Keith asked blankly. “There's no… rules?"

“Well, there are things she won't do. And if it breaks the context of the scene, it's a no-go. For instance, you can't have two lovers making passionate love and then cram it all up her ass," Fiona said, making some motions with her hands for punctuation that were entirely unnecessary.

“What… what should I be expecting?" Keith asked helplessly. “This is going really, really fast."

“Expect to fuck a ninetales. If it's anything like an arcanine, I'd say very, very hot, a slight chance of a first degree burn. Oh, and finish her off doggy-style. Fire-types are very heated when they fuck, in more ways than one. She might bite you, burn you, or scratch you. Or you could just power through it and fuck her sideways ignoring all of those things. It'd make some great film."

Keith held his face in his hands for a moment. “And when am I supposed to do this?"

“Tomorrow. You'll have a period of time to meet Aleda, and your fluffer," Fiona explained calmly. “Get accustomed to them, and then get fucking."

“Fluffer?" Keith asked blankly. “What?"

“Oh, that's the person in porn who keeps you hard between scenes," Fiona said with a slight grin. “I think you'll love her."

“That's fucking weird," Keith stated flatly.

Fiona shook her head. “No, really, it's not. Some of the more complicated scenes in story-based porn can take hours to get right. Have you ever been hard for hours?"

Keith pursed his lips. “No."

“It's really not natural. And it's difficult. Just wait until you get 'jelly legs'!"

Keith gave her a look of complete confusion.

“The muscles you use when you're fucking someone, or a pokemon? They're not strong enough, I guarantee it. You can always tell a new actor in Violet Enterprises after a shoot because they're walking like they just got out of a saddle," Fiona explained with a grin.

Keith stared at her, and then shook his head. “I… I really had no idea what porn was like."

“The proper productions are like that," Fiona reassured. “The Naughties are a lot less intense… or more intense in some ways. Less stressful though."

“I'll take your word for it," Keith said, reaching for his bag to find the power cord for the tablet. “How long will it take for the ninetales to get here?"

“Aleda," Fiona corrected firmly. “Aleda will be onboard within the hour. I don't have much personal experience with her, but I know she doesn't like being kept in a pokeball. Try let her out immediately."

Keith nodded once. “I'll try keep that in mind."

“You have a running tab at the bar, it'll be taken out of your contract. Food and drinks and whatnot, and three meals a day. Try not to go overboard!"

And with that, Fiona was gone with a swish of a red ponytail.

And Keith was left wondering what he had gotten himself into.

---

Keith's pokedex buzzed at him, vibrating slightly. He put the chip he was about to eat back into the little basket it had been served in, and pulled the device out of his pocket.

Flipping it open, a little mail icon on the screen notified that he had a message. He tapped the button, and an image of a pokeball filled the screen, with the tagline 'Pick up your pokemon at the nearest pokecentre!'

Keith picked up his basket of chips, and then rose to his feet, heading for the pokecentre at the rear of the ship.

---

The rear deck of the ship was largely flat, with high rails all around, a lowered deck leading down to the water for launching leisure craft, and several life-boats suspended along the sides, ready to be used should evacuation be necessary. The first-class cabins rose from the deck, with shiny mirrored windows to keep the occupant's privacy, with balconies set up with tables and chairs for pleasant eating in the sea breeze.

The lowest level of the cabins, however, was a large shopping mall. There were all kinds of giftshops, restaurants, casinos, and arcades within. The soft hum of constant conversation filled the air, and the gentle smell of food was tempting. A large pool sat at the rear of the deck, with water pokemon and various swimming trainers milling about.

Keith was more interested in the large pokecentre that took up a large amount of space on the left of the plaza. Unlike most pokecentres, it wasn't contained within its own building, but rather, the main counter was out front. There was a doorway on the right leading to hospital rooms and accommodation for people who had no choice but to stay at the pokecentre for whatever reason. A large amount of seats and tables stood in front of the counters, with a few people sitting down eating, or busy with their pokedexes or phones.

Weaving his way through the tables, Keith headed for the PC to the side of the desk. After waiting a few moments for the trainer already there to finish his business, Keith stepped up and hesitantly placed his pokedex against the data reader.

The PC chimed on, and then some controls appeared on it. It was a simple process to hit some keys and accept the new pokeball. Almost ominously, the little red-and-white ball slid out of the tube next to the pc, coming to rest very neatly in the little catcher. Keith took the ball, and considered slipping it into his pocket, but then his conversation with Fiona played back in his mind.

Instead, Keith headed for a table in one of the corners, hesitantly producing the pokeball and fumbling the tiny thing. It was so small, but felt surprisingly heavy. A push of the centre button made the pokeball expand to its full size, and Keith almost dropped it, not quite comfortable with the strange sensation. He pressed the centre button again, and then threw the ball in the air.

The ball clicked and flashed open, and a beam of red light shot out, resolving into the form of a ninetales.

Keith made to catch the ball as it snapped shut, and almost dropped it again, before managing to get a secure hold on the orb and stuff it in his pocket.

The ninetales, Aleda, was blinking once or twice as she looked around, taking in the sights and sounds of the cruise ship, and then turning her red-eyed stare on Keith himself, looking him up and down, appraising him.

Keith found himself doing the same for the ninetales. She was big. Nothing in photos or videos really gave the sense of how large the fox really was. Her head was at his belly, almost at his chest, and in weight, she'd be at least the same as he was.

Keith was almost overcome with the urge to reach out and touch her. She was covered, from nose to tailtip in the most luxurious-looking fur. It was a creamy white and golden, with vibrant highlights wherever the light shone through that made her appear to almost glow. Her tails were tipped with the standard orange of her kind, and her 'crest' of fur was slightly more slicked back and feminine than the ninetales in the pictures Keith had seen.

“Uh… hi," Keith said awkwardly, pulling out a chair and sitting down, staring at the ninetales. “I'm… I'm Keith. It's nice to meet you?"

“Nine," Aleda responded simply, reaching her paws forwards and stretching slowly, all of her tails arching up and then straightening out in a long stretch, giving him a true glimpse of how long the ninetales was, until she sat back down.

“Uh, I'm your new... well… I'm not actually… I'm not sure what I am. I'm not really your trainer, am I?" Keith asked uncertainly.

“Nine," Aleda responded with a slow shake of her head.

“And you've been through this so many more times than I have been," Keith said with a rueful smile.

“Nine." This time, Aleda glowered at him, red eyes narrowing almost angrily.

Keith swallowed thickly. “Oh… I said something wrong, didn't I?" he asked, scratching the side of his head uncertainly. “Uh… shit. Sorry. I'm an idiot, honestly. I'm sorry if I offended you."

Aleda continued to stare at him, before her gaze softened and she nodded once, holding out her paw.

Keith uncertainly slipped his hand forwards, laying it on her paw before pausing, not sure where to go from there.

The ninetales almost seemed to smile, bowing her head at him.

Keith immediately yelped and snatched his hand back as Aleda licked the back of it. With a tongue roughly the temperature of lava.

Aleda gave him the most sweet of smiles, licking her lips lazily while Keith nursed his reddened hand.

“Fine, fine, bloody hell," Keith hissed between clenched teeth. “If you do that again, you're going back in the ball."

Aleda glowered at him so powerfully Keith wondered if she was using a battle move on him. With an offended snort, she turned away from him, nose lifted haughtily.

“And I'm expected to screw this," Keith muttered under his breath.

The ninetales' ears perked up at that, and she turned towards him curiously, smirking slightly. She dragged that soft pink tongue over her lips again, giving him a long, alluring stare.

Keith turned to give her a slightly derisive stare.

Aleda smirked a little more, and then leaned down, giving a slow draw of that silky-smooth tongue over the edge of the table.

The sheer heat from her tongue stripped the paint off it.

Keith paled slightly at that, swallowing thickly. “That's nice," he said, his voice slightly strangled. He was supposed to have sex with this thing? Was it even physically possible without third-degree burns?

“I see you've got your pokemon," Fiona said from somewhere behind him.

Swallowing his heart back down out of his throat, Keith turned towards her and nodded stiffly.

Fiona was wearing a loose-fitting shirt and a pair of incredibly skin-tight black bike pants that left nothing to the imagination. Keith couldn't help but look her up and down once, before determinedly holding her gaze.

“So, ready to fuck her?" Fiona asked cheerfully, far too loudly for how many people were nearby.

Keith felt his cheeks flare with warmth, and Aleda gave a reproachful 'Nine!'

“She kinda, well, I get the feeling she doesn't like me," Keith stated simply, giving the ninetales a sideways glance.

“Oh, that hardly matters, she knew it was part of her contract, she'll comply," Fiona remarked. “If she hated you entirely, she'd let you know."

“Nine," Aleda added in affirmation, licking her lips again innocently.

“How does this… like, where? You said you had a room set aside?" Keith asked uncertainly, seating himself back down at the table and scratching distractedly at a mark on its surface. “Do I just get a camera or something?"

“That's what I'm here for!" Fiona said brightly. “I'll set up the time and place, s'long as you give me enough notice. Twenty-four hours is generally enough, depending on where you want to do it. Of course, asking to do it in a first-class room is a lot easier than say, the public pool out the back."

“Could we even do the pool out the back?" Keith asked incredulously.

Fiona pondered, and then nodded. “Definitely. With the right preparation."

“Wow," Keith said. “What… uh… options are there for location, anyway?"

“I'd heavily suggest night time, one of the water-side rooms. There's special rooms near the back on either side with special reinforced plexiglass. They offer awesome views of the ocean at night. But they look awful during the day with the glare of the sun and the glinting off the water constantly. They have definite pros and cons. But since they're so awful for sunlight hours, there are a few free we could easily take advantage of," Fiona explained, taking a seat and leaning back in it, kicking one leg lazily. “There's also a sauna, which would also be better for use at night time. A first-class room, which always look really very nice. Lots of furniture and interesting room geography for some very nice positions, and because the rooms are so, well, roomy, the cameras can get to some really good angles."

“Sauna? With a ninetales? That's basically suicide," Keith said with a firm shake of his head. “I'd die of dehydration before the first minute was up."

“Nine!" Aleda agreed smugly.

“But the uh… the water room? That sounds nice," Keith added with a little nod. “When can we use one?"

“I'll have to ask around," Fiona said, scratching her chin with a finger thoughtfully. “Not tonight, seeing as our cameraman needs time to set up his tools. But tomorrow sound fine?"

“What time tomorrow?" Keith queried.

Fiona shrugged her shoulders. “After dark. If you wanna try get a good evening shot, it could work. But… I'm not sure it'd work so well for your first time."

“I can handle it," Keith said, frowning slightly.

Fiona shook her head. “You don't understand. We can't edit together takes if they don't take place in the same lighting. It's extremely tacky if your scene switches from cloudy to sunny or from evening to sunset to twilight every few changes of camera. You'd have to do the entire thing in one take. No mistakes."

“Nine!" Aleda said with a vigorous nod.

Keith frowned slightly at that, and then shrugged his shoulders. “I'm cool with doing it in one take. And Aleda obviously wants to make this thing as short as possible."

Fiona gave him a long stare, shifting her glance back and forth between the two of them. “Fine. But if either of you screw this up, you're going to learn the hard way about what happens if you screw up a time-dependant take. I've seen these things go on for five nights in a row. And the longer it takes, the less both of you get in your contract."

Frowning slightly, Keith bit the inside of his lip thoughtfully, and then nodded once more. “Very well. I'll do my best not to mess it up. Is there anything else I need to know?"

“This is a naughty. They're unscripted for the most part. But you're both expected to express at least mild attraction to one another and come up with a story. Something romantic, probably. I suggest you practise a little. Also, no hard kinks. Vanilla only. And since we're shooting for one take only, there will only be one cumshot. Inside her, over her face, decide for yourself."

“NINE!" Aleda almost snarled.

Keith shifted slightly away from the ninetales.

Fiona giggled, smirking slightly. “Aleda really doesn't like getting messy," she explained with a teasing grin at the fox.

Aleda gave her a glower that seemed capable of causing physical harm.

“So… inside?" Keith offered, a small part of his mind wondering if he was really pondering so casually about blowing his load in a ninetales?

“Tales!" Aleda stated with a firm nod and a stamp of her forepaw. “Nine," she added, her tone threatening.

“Aye," Fiona affirmed. “And since it's one take, I suggest you pace yourself. And don't masturbate before the shoot. If you go soft halfway through, you're going to be doing it all over again."

Keith wrinkled his nose, but nodded in acquiescence.

“Nine," Aleda agreed with a careless wave of her paw.

“Cool, well, I'll have the details sent to your tablet by this afternoon. Tomorrow night we'll start shooting. Sunset is about… Six thirty-ish. So expect to be in the room and ready to set up by five," Fiona said.

Keith nodded, going over it in his head again. “Be there by five. Roger that."

“You're free until then, so you two kids have fun," Fiona said brightly, rising to her feet and then heading towards one of the restaurants nearby with a wave at them over her shoulder.

“Uh… bye!" Keith called lamely, waving as well.

---

“Well, this is our room, I guess," Keith said, opening the door for Aleda.

The ninetales paused in the doorway, looking around the cramped quarters. She sniffed once, and then strode through the doorway, carefully inspecting the room, peeking in under the bed even, before crawling up onto it and stretching out happily across the covers.

Keith stepped inside, closing the door and then pulling out his tablet, slotting it into the receptacle on the desk. It automatically hooked into the network aboard the cruise liner, and a menu appeared showing dinner options, room service, requests, feedback, the works.

Frowning slightly, Keith swiped it all off the screen, and then tried to find where his mail was. After some fumbling with the alien interface, he found a message from Fiona. It simply reminded him of his 'meeting' tomorrow at room 13E, at 5:15PM. It also said, in bold, large, underlined letters, 'PRACTISE!!!'.

After trying to click the word once or twice and realising he was an idiot, Keith closed the message, turning to stare at Aleda.

The ninetales was curled up in the very middle of the bed, and sensing his gaze, she uncurled slightly and lifted her head, staring at him in return, head tilting slightly to the left. “Nine?"

“You've… done these things before, haven't you?" Keith asked uncertainly.

Aleda nodded.

“Well… I… I've never done this before," Keith admitted, shoulders slumping a little. “Fiona says we should 'practise'. I… I'm not really sure what she means by that. But I kinda agree. I'm not sure if I'm going to be any good at this."

“Nine?" Aleda questioned.

Keith made an uncertain motion with his hands, “The first time I… uh… with an absol. I didn't know I was being recorded. I might be an awful actor!"

Aleda rolled her eyes at that, shaking her head once. She made a motion with her forepaw, patting the bed. “Tales."

Keith got her meaning. Cautiously, he slipped off the seat, and then sat down on the bed next to Aleda, wiggling a little to get comfortable.

Aleda rolled over onto her paws, stretching lazily, all nine of her luxurious tails arching slowly and then extending in a pretty fan of creamy-golden fur tipped with orange.

And then, she was all over him.

Keith had a ninetales in his lap, straddling his chest and pushing her lips against his all at once. Her pointed, furry muzzle pressed against his lips, and her surprisingly powerful tongue, which was just as surprisingly hot, was pushing into his mouth. His hands automatically found the back of her neck and shoulders, falling back against the pillows as Aleda kissed him heatedly in every sense of the word.

Fluffy tails coiled lazily around his ankles, and her hindlegs spread so that she could straddle his hips properly. With a low hum against his mouth, she rolled her hips downwards in a long, lazy undulation, deliberately rubbing an incredibly hot part of her anatomy against the bulge in his pants.

Keith was starting to pant softly, both from the heat, and from the fact that a ninetales was grinding in his lap. His hands rested on her sides lightly, just resting there, not encouraging or discouraging.

Aleda growled softly, a pair of tails lifting to each wrap around his wrists, leading them down to her rump. “Nine!" she growled into the kiss.

Hesitantly, Keith grasped Aleda's rump, squeezing lightly at the slim hips of the undulating vulpine in his lap.

“Nine!" Aleda encouraged, an edge in her tone.

“Arceus, calm down!" Keith muttered, pursing his lips slightly and then throwing caution to the winds. He grasped Aleda's rump firmly and then rolled them both over, pushing her into the bed with his weight. He gathered his knees underneath himself, shifting to give a grind of that firming bulge right up between her hindlegs. He stroked his paws down the length of her body, letting fingers gently run through the impossibly-soft fur of her belly, towards the junction of her hindlegs.

“Nine!" Aleda snapped, wrapping paws around his neck, tugging him down against her again and pulling him back into the heated kiss, grinding her hips up against him slowly.

Keith pressed down a little more firmly against the ninetales, returning her kiss with an eager hum, panting shallow breaths through his nose. The raw heat felt like he was breathing through the end of a hair-dryer, but there was no doubt the sleek fox was working him up.

Aleda curled slightly to peer between their bodies, a paw pushing down innocently to rest on the bulge in his pants. “Niiiine~" she teased, licking her lips eagerly as she stared down at him.

Frowning slightly, Keith followed her gaze, unable to resist grinding against that incredible heat that was pushed against his pants. Was he supposed to take his pants off for her? Dare he? Sucking in a breath, Keith took a chance, and with one hand pushed his pants down far enough to free the stiff length of his cock.

Aleda watched this with narrowed eyes, staring up at him for a moment, giving a curious little 'Niiine?'

Keith suddenly felt incredibly self-conscious, like he'd royally screwed up.

The sleek ninetales smirked up at him, and then curled and twisted. Her tails tugged up and brushed over his face, and he was momentarily blinded, unable to see what was happening. But he could certainly feel.

There was a hot exhalation against his cock, and he stiffened up slightly, before the velvety-soft lash of a vulpine tongue drew against the underside of the tip of his cock. It was like molten wetness against him, and made him want to both draw away and bury himself right in her mouth at the same time.

“F-fuck…" Keith hissed, regaining his balance, and then staring downwards. Aleda's tails had finally moved to a resting position again, and revealed that she was laying on her side, with her head pushed up between his thighs, tongue lazily lapping at his tip.

Biting his bottom lip, Keith reached down and gently lifted Aleda's hindleg, spreading the vixen for his viewing pleasure. The soft golden fur of her belly was just as incredibly luxurious all over her haunches, but one particular part of her anatomy wasn't as furred. That soft ninetales' cunny was almost hidden amongst the creamy fur, but the black outer lips of it gave away its location.

Keith reached down to spread her, and then snatched his fingers away at the intense heat radiating from that tight little cunny. “R-really?" he asked out loud.

“Nine?" Aleda asked, a smirk in her voice as she closed hot lips over his tip and suckled lightly at him.

Keith grunted, almost falling atop her, before hesitantly beginning to inch his thumb backwards to that tight little slit. The heat radiating from her was powerful, and humid, like a freshly-ironed piece of cloth. He could even smell her spicy scent. He found himself imagining that she tasted like jalapenos.

Carefully, he placed his thumb against her soft outer lips, and then spread her a little bit, using a digit of his other hand to start sinking into that impossibly tight heat.

Aleda quivered slightly, panting through her nose as she pushed her muzzle up against him more firmly, consuming another inch of his cock into her heated mouth. The velveteen texture of her sweltering tongue lapped and curled against his underside, cradling him and helping guide him into that lovely soft muzzle.

Keith almost fell over her again, panting hard down against her, spreading her a tiny bit more with his thumb, staring down at the exposed vulpine cunny in front of him. He was gathering his courage, sucking in a breath and then letting it out in a shaky exhale, trying to steel himself for what he was about to do.

Aleda had other ideas however, tilting slightly further over and grasping his hip with a paw, starting to bob her muzzle in short, powerful dives over his cock, suckling and swallowing almost urgently around his stiffened length. His hand automatically found the back of her head, and he resisted the urge to grab between her ears and just fuck her muzzle until he finished.

Hot tongue and hot muzzle worked in collusion to bring him rapidly to a boil, and Keith found himself lightly rocking his hips against her work, distractedly sliding his finger in and out of that tight, hot hole.

“Mnnnf… I'm gonna cum soon," Keith panted.

Aleda stopped completely.

Keith blinked, tilting back slightly to peer down at the ninetales as she drew off with a swift lick against his tip, sampling his precum before she rose to all fours and stretched again.

“What are you… why did you stop?!" Keith asked indignantly, cock throbbing with desire.

Aleda looked at him over her shoulder, and lazily arched her tails upwards, smirking playfully as she very deliberately 'presented' to him, almost an invitation. But then, the ninetales gave a satisfied 'Nine!' and curled back up in the middle of the bed, leaving Keith with a rock-hard cock, unsatisfied.

Keith breathed hard, chest heaving and hands balling into fists in frustration. He leaned over the ninetales, resting a hand on her shoulder, digging fingertips into her fur almost threateningly, so he could quietly, confidently whisper into her ear:

“Tomorrow. During the shoot. I'm going to fuck you senseless. I'm going to make you walk funny for a week."

Aleda perked an ear up at him lazily, and then smirked slightly, wiggling to get comfy. “Niiinetales," she hummed almost condescendingly; challengingly.

Keith narrowed his eyes at that.

The stage was most certainly set.

---

Keith pushed open the door with an 'augh' of annoyance, tossing his tablet haphazardly on the bed.

Aleda looked up at him reproachfully, uncurling and staring at him. “Nine?" she queried.

Kicking the door shut, Keith threw himself bodily on to the bed, dropping onto his back and staring up at the ceiling, glowering at it.

The ceiling was painted in a rolling swirl of light from the waves being reflected. One entire side of the room was glass, giving a perfect view out over the water. In the distance, the curve of the mainland was visible.

“Can you believe that bitch blueballed me again, Vix?" Keith asked blankly, shaking his head, lips pursed.

“Niiine," 'Vix' responded soothingly, placing a paw on his shoulder.

Keith reminded himself not to look at the cameras ranged around the room, or the cameraman in the corner with a waist-mounted steadicam. He was an italian man named Romero, with short-cropped black hair, and a black moustache that looked like it was trimmed with a slide-rule.

“Just all that fucking teasing again," Keith growled at the ceiling, before wiggling to sit up and stare at the ninetales. “I'm done with her."

“Tales," Aleda responded, rolling her eyes condescendingly.

Keith's eyes narrowed. “Don't you backtalk me, Vix. I mean it this time. I'm sick of the constant sexual frustration. Sick of jacking off in the shower while she goes and sleeps with a vibrator or whatever."

Aleda frowned at that, sidling closer to him. “Nine?" she queried.

Sighing, Keith lifted a hand to stroke slowly through Aleda's fur. “I'm sorry I'm bitching to you, again," he apologized, pursing his lips in annoyance. “It's just… frustrating. She keeps promising to rock my world and then never gives me any!"

“Nine?" Aleda pushed, wiggling up against his side and peering at him closely. “Ninetales."

“Yes, I told her," Keith said, rolling his eyes. “She just grinded against me a bit to make sure I was nice and worked up and then fucked off like every other bloody time!"

“Nine!" Aleda soothed, laying a paw on his chest to hold him down. Keith was surprised by how strong she actually was.

Keith gave a long, frustrated sigh, before relaxing under the ninetales with a huff, glowing up at her, his gaze slowly softening. “You're so good to me, Vix."

“Nine," Aleda responded with a smirk, tails giving a slow little sweep. Keith caught the slightest of shifts of her body, just enough that camera on the other side of the bed would have a guarded glimpse under her tails.

“Now get off me," Keith said, pushing at her shoulder. “I'm going to go… uh… have a shower."

“Nine," Aleda responded reproachfully, poking his nose with a paw. “Nine-nine-tales!"

“Don't you tell me what to do!" Keith growled. “I've been pent up for the last two hours by that bitch and I need to relieve some tension."

“Niiiine," Aleda responded with a knowing nod, before slipping back, letting him sit up. She turned around, and then snorted at him over her shoulder, giving the most lazy of stretches, all nine of her tails lifting, revealing the black lips of a tight vulpine cunny hiding amongst all that creamy fur.

Keith stared, his mind going blank a moment, before realising he was losing character. He rolled onto his knees, and then slid in behind the ninetales, hands grasping her sides tightly as he leaned into her tails, to murmur into her ear, just loud enough for the cameras to hear: 'Listen here, bitch. I've been teased to high hell all day, and if you do that again, then I'm going to take you up on that 'offer'."

“Niiine?" Aleda queried, her tone dripping with an innocence that her actions did not share, one of her tails slipping down to cup right up between his thighs and drag along his crotch with a lazy, beckoning motion. “Nine!"

Keith's eyes narrowed down at the ninetales, and his palms found her sides, swapping over to grasping her haunches with both palms and suddenly flipping her over onto her back. A retorting 'nine!' met his actions, but he just pressed her down into the bed with his palms, staring down at her. “I warned you, Vix," he growled.

“Niiine?" Aleda teased, batting her eyelashes at him innocently, lifting her front paws up to her chin to complete the picture of complete innocence, even as she splayed her hindlegs just enough so that he could see between them.

Staring down at the ninetales, Keith sniffed once, cricking his neck to one side, and then the other, as though preparing. “I'm going to fuck you senseless, Vix," he stated flatly.

“Nine," Aleda responded with a smirk, giving the laziest of stretches, forepaws reaching up over her head in a slow arch.

Keith snorted once, and then pressed Aleda down into the bed with a little more pressure, diving down the length of her body and then pressing a heated kiss and a sudden flurry of licks right against the black lips of that tight little vulpine cunt.

Aleda arched, her eyes widening and paws flailing down towards his face and head, hindlegs spreading on instinct and then clenching up against his cheeks as she gave the lowest of whimpers, her composure shattered.

Smirking up at her over the curve of her belly, Keith buried his lips in against the flesh of that tight little cunny, tongue grinding up against the centre of it and spreading her just a little with the pressure. She didn't taste like jalapeno, thankfully. She was more of a sweet, slightly tart spicy flavor that reminded him of cinnamon and paprika. There was the slightest of tingles from where his tongue pressed against her, where some of her growing moisture was smeared across it. And she was hot. It was like a heatpack fresh from the microwave. Dry on the outside, clean, soft, and incredibly, incredibly warm. He was almost afraid what would happen if he tried to dip his fingers inside.

“N-nine!" Aleda protested weakly, ears flattening and hips giving a slow roll and grind towards his mouth in instinct. “N-ninetales!"

Keith gave his most innocent of smiles, both palms grasping her rump so his thumbs could slip in and spread that black flesh apart, showing the equally-black inner flesh. A detached part of his mind made notice that both Amber and Aleda had flesh the same colour as their outer lips. And he was momentarily curious as to if her tongue was the same colour as that delightfully tight, hot cunt in front of him? Pushing those thoughts out of his mind, Keith leaned in and gave a slow drag of his tongue against the now-exposed clit at the top of that perfect vulpine cunt. A renewed trickle of the fox's moisture greeted his tongue, and he smirked against her, grinding his tongue back and forth eagerly.

“N-nine!" Aleda gasped, panting softly, paws pressing against the top of his head.

“Teasy fucking fox," Keith chided, giving another drag of his tongue against that soft black cunt. He crawled up her form then, palms heavy on either side of her shoulders as he lazily cast a glance between their bodies. “You know what happens to teasy vixens?"

“Nine?" Aleda panted up at him, ears perking slightly and her tails flattening.

“They get fucked," Keith growled, rearing back long enough to grasp the sides of his pants and push them down over his hips, sliding them down far enough that he could kick them away. His eager, stiff cock bounced free of its cloth prison quite wantonly, resting heavy and wanton against the ninetales' inner thigh.

With an eager growl, Keith kicked his pants off the bed and then settled his weight directly atop Aleda, pushing her hips into the bed with his own, letting the underside of his achingly hard cock push right up against her outer lips, hotdogging it against her. “Do you want it as much as I do?"

“Nine," Aleda responded with a simple shake of her head.

Keith's eyes narrowed, and he grasped her a little tighter, bearing down with more force, giving a slow, circular grind of his hips against her, letting that stiff cock part her just the tiniest amount with the firm pressure against that slick, heated black flesh.

Aleda gave the softest of whimpers, almost inaudible, her cheeks warming again.

“Oh, you don't want this?" Keith teased, shifting to push her hips a little higher, starting to give slow grinding humps against her, the tip of his cock pushing through the soft, warm fur of her underside, pointed up towards her chest and muzzle, grinding eagerly against that heated black cunt. “I guess I'll just have to dry-hump you, then."

The ninetales stared up at him defiantly, and then looked away, red eyes lowering and tails flipping slightly from side-to-side, betraying her annoyance. Keith bore down with another, more firm grind, delighted to see her gasp and tremble with the motion.

“Oh, you're not even trying to hide it any more," Keith growled, leaning down to plant a heated, eager kiss against her muzzle. “I can't believe I'm going to fuck you, Vix. If I'd known you were so fucking eager for it, I wouldn't have bothered with that bitch."

“Nine!" Aleda responded, almost snapping at his cheek in annoyance. Keith tempered her reaction with another firm grind, however, forcing her to trail off with a whimper and the softest of high-pitched moans.

“Sexy bitch," Keith growled, leaning forwards and taking her ear in his mouth, ineffectually lipping over it as he shifted his stance and let his cock slide down until the tip of it was resting against the soft, heavenly warmth of Aleda's tight vulpine cunt.

Aleda arched slightly against him, paws pushing against his chest as she shuddered, her eyes widening slightly with the bite. “Ni—INE!?"

The fox's query was cut off as Keith shifted and ground against her, fighting against the tight warmth of her body until he could wedge the first inch of his eager, stiff cock inside. And then, he arched his hips and drove into her. Inch after inch after inch of eager, stiff human cock buried inside the tight black vulpine cunny, spreading the tight flesh around it and encasing him in pure molten ninetales heat.

Keith bared his teeth slightly, feeling his face flushing as the heat of Aleda's cunt consumed him, a searing wet blanket of absolute silken heaven that conformed to every eager, twitching millimetre of his cock.

“F-fuck," Keith hissed around her ear, before releasing it, face burying in the fox's shoulder as he started to drive his hips into her own.

“N-ni-niine!" Aleda protested weakly, her protest wavering with each heart-stopping shove of Keith's hips into her tight little cunt, burying in her to the absolute base with no warning or chance for her to get used to his size. The base of his cock was instantly slick with her moisture, drooling slowly down from her now-spread cunt and making a mess of her tailbases. “N-nine!"

“Fucking tight!" Keith snarled eagerly, gathering his knees under himself and leaning over Aleda further, arms wrapping around her to help hold her in place as he started to hammer thrust after thrust into her tight, accepting body. “D-didn't believe me when I said I'd fuck you senseless, did you?" Did you?!" he growled, punctuating each of his words with a powerful, eager shove of his hips into the tight fox, making her moan and arch in delight.

“T-tales!" Aleda gasped, flames licking in the back of her throat as that tight cunt clenched and convulsed around his thrusting cock, squeezing and milking around him.

Keith growled and bared his teeth, redoubling his efforts, ignoring the tight grasp of an orgasming ninetales around his cock and focusing instead on rutting her into the bed, pushing her down into the blankets and shoving his hips into her with a rapid, eager fury.

“N-niiiine…" Aleda whimpered, staring up at him for a long moment. Something of a smile spread across her muzzle, and Keith gasped as the heat within her seemed to increase twofold. It was almost painful, scalding, and utterly inescapable. It was a molten, impossible warmth, like he'd tried to stick his dick in a slugma without first taking a moment to understand the implications of 'dick plus lava'.

Keith almost stopped entirely and pulled back, his back arching slightly and knees almost lifting from the bed as the burning heat of the ninetales' incredibly hot cunt devoured his senses.

“Nine?" Aleda asked, her face the picture of innocence again, red eyes staring up at him almost teasingly, challengingly. She knew exactly what she was doing.

“Oh you bitch…" Keith whispered against her ear, leaning over her further so that the camera wouldn't pick up on his distress or the fact that he was talking to her. “Y-you fucking bitch," he growled, biting down on her ear again, this time with his teeth, grasping it tightly between them.

“Nine!" Aleda reproached, her internal temperature rising another notch in retaliation.

Keith just growled around his mouthful of ear, and grasped the golden fox even tighter, setting his stance and starting to fuck her with a wild, furious tempo. Hips shoved into her again and again, hard enough that it seemed like he was trying to wound her, cramming every inch of his cock deep inside that snug, burning-hot fox hole, only to tug out and then shove back inside. His motions rocked Aleda to her core, in every sense of the word, the force of them rocking her back and forth across the bed, and causing a messy gush of her liquids to drool down over her tailbase each time.

With another eager growl, Keith shifted his stance, and then started in on what could only be his final strokes. Hips viciously rammed into the ninetales again and again, sliding out until his cock almost skipped free of her tight black cunt, before just shoving inside her again, spreading those tight, silken depths around him once more.

Aleda's paws pushed up against his chest, and she quivered against him, her eyes wide, flames licking at the edges of her jaws again as she started to arch, ears splaying back fully and her breath catching in her throat.

“Yes!" Keith snarled, rising up a little more and fucking the ninetales with reckless abandon, urgently fucking her with jackhammer-like intensity, trying to cram his cock into her womb, hips grinding against her urgently at the end of each potent hump. “Yessss! Cum for me, bitch! Cum!"

“N-nii-iiiine!" Aleda tried to protest, trailing off into a wavering whimper and a faint howl, her back arching entirely and tails curling and tensing up, curling against his thighs before fanning out and twitching wildly. The twitching of her tails was almost in tandem with the hard clenching and milking of her flesh around him.

Keith gave a roar of triumph as he felt the ninetales climaxing around him, and he speared into her without care, rocking her convulsing form back and forth atop the bed as her hot liquids gushed over his thrusting cock. With a snarl, he shoved himself deep inside, holding himself there, feeling Aleda's tight, silky-soft, hot cunt squeezing and milking him, coaxing out his load. His cock tensed and jerked, and then throbbed wildly, and the first heavy gush of human spunk started to unload deep inside her.

“Fuck! Yes! F-fuck!" Keith snarled, punctuating his words with a harsh thrust each time, spearing his spurting cock deep inside the quivering ninetales over and over again. The tight black flesh clenched and squeezed, almost urgently milking him, but failed to hold in that creamy gush of mess that started to drool. White mess spilled out from black flesh, spilling down over her tailbase and haunches in a messy series of spurts and gushes as Keith filled her to the absolute brim with eager human spunk.

After what seemed like an eternity of bliss, Keith slowly collapsed onto the ninetales, almost unable to move. “O-oh… oh f-fuck..."

“Niiiine…." Aleda agreed, her tone hazy and unfocused. Her eyes were closed, and her black tongue was hanging from her muzzle.

Keith carefully rolled off the ninetales, feeling his cock slide from inside that tight, hot prison, almost reluctantly. He glanced down between their bodies, and almost chuckled as he saw steam rising from his cock. The mingled liquids on their bodies were rapidly cooling, but that sweltering fox hole was still incredibly hot. He could still feel it against his thigh. Curling around, he slipped a hand down to spread her black outer lips, watching with interest as a slow dribble of thick white mess spilled from within her. “Oh… that's… that's almost hot enough to make me want to fuck you again, Vix," he murmured.

“Niiiiiiine…" Aleda whimpered, with her tone perfectly conveying the idea of 'please don't'.

“I fucking needed that," Keith said, tiredly plopping down on his back next to the ninetales, pulling her against him with his arms. He silently hoped that the cameras had gotten a good shot of Aleda's cum-drooling cunny, as he definitely wanted to see that again. Pokedex wallpaper levels of 'want-to-see-again'.

Aleda tiredly stirred against him, and then leaned over to give a single lick against his cheek. “Nine…" she remarked, before closing her eyes again, her entire form seeming to sag against him as she relaxed entirely.

Keith curled against her, only half-acting now, closing his eyes and resting his nose against the ninetales' own.

The silence was only broken near fifteen seconds later, as Romero said, in a voice slightly awestruck, “You're going to go far in this business."