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I LOVE Fossil Pokémon. Some might even call me a fossil maniac! Did you know that 90% of all fossil pokemon weren't originally rock type? The process of reversing fossilization is imperfect. Most pokemon have a type either overwritten or the rock type added to their genome as they are reconstructed.

Take Aurorus for example. It was likely part dragon! Cradily was obviously part water. Or my personal all-time favorite, Kabutops. Who was undoubtedly Water/Bug. Speaking of. It is theorized they would actually snare victims with their blades instead of dicing them up. Just a means to hold them still as the fluids were sucked from them and the rest left for others.

I love the fascinating history of pokemon and our world so much that I became a junior archeology researcher. And believe me. There is a ridiculous amount of studying that goes into that field of research. I had to earn a bachelors in biochemistry and engineering just to qualify for the first dig courses, let alone the expeditions.

I spent years in boring classes all for the chance to get my hands into the ancient soils of a dig site. My lifelong dream had been to finally pull out that miracle fossil that would become my own companion. I vehemently refused to even catch a pokemon before then. You have no idea how much I was bullied…

I thought I would grow roots from all the hours spent reading and testing, but I was certified. That was when reality dumped a bucket of ice water on my aspirations…Did you know archeology is hard? Like REALLY hard? Books are one thing. But having to spend hours upon hours in dry heat, digging and sifting centimeters at a time while the sun blisters your back. It really goes to show how unappreciated the profession is.

As a junior it was even worse. We couldn't even take credit for our discoveries. Some saggy old troll of a professor would always swoop in and take the spoils of our arduous toils to pawn off to tourists and children. We switched out weekly into the fossil lab up the hill. Occasionally working on the biological aspects of fossil recreation, but mostly just barked at for menial and demeaning labor. (Honestly. Hire a janitor)

We were hardly a rung above indentured labor. I swear even the lab pokemon got off on the domination and control they and their masters had over us (And boy are there stories about that ). I hated it. I absolutely hated the labor and empty platitudes our superiors gave us while cashing in on our work. Not to mention all the damn tourists stomping around our dig sites looking for fossils. You have no idea how many kids with Rattata and screaming about shorts that I had to physically throw out of a cordoned off zone.

But it was worth it!

When I first dug her up, I thought I was delusional from heat stroke. A perfect little horseshoe dome like the crest of a shield. The stubby claw legs folded underneath as though she were merely in a deep sleep. I spent an entire day ensuring she was immaculate, barely leaving my site for anymore than 30 seconds less some thieves try to swoop in and take her.

You would have had to saw my arms off to get her from me. Luckily, it was in our legally binding contracts (Gary!) that we were permitted to keep the first fossil we found. No matter how pristine or valuable.

She was my treasure, still is, but you must understand how much I struggled for this.

When it finally came time for us to begin the reconstitution of her fossil, we hit a snag. One that would either damage her or halt the process indefinitely. We had already started the process by the time the alert sounded. We were out of our catalyst solution.

To reconstruct pokemon, we need a little help from the world's favorite little pink eggmaker. Ditto. We use a solution of its distilled DNA to more or less fill in and adapt to chunks of information missing from the ancient host protein. It turned out we were not just low in the machine, but our supply orders hadn't been filed nor anyone even notified of the shortage. (Screw you, Gary)

In my panic I did the only thing I could to save her. I had been working on a solution in the labs as part of a project to synthesize artificial human DNA. The sample wasn't complete, yet distilled in the remaining drum of catalyst it would be more than enough.

I didn't mind if she had an odd eye colour or ended up with a heightened intelligence. I just wanted her safe and healthy. Hours felt like days as I waited by the machine into the night. When it finally stopped we peered into the chamber to see a little crab staring at us. She was not happy.

She clawed, she screeched, she flailed. No one could hold onto her as she skittered about in a blind panic.

I finally got a hold of her, gently but firmly hugging the squeaking terror to my chest as she whimpered and clawed at my sides. The poor thing, her mind hazy as memories of ancient times and her abrupt arrival in the future surrounded by odd tall pokemon rolled in her mind.

I'm not sure if she calmed down or was simply too tired. Her little squeaks and screeches petered out and she finally furled in her legs. She hid her little red eyes as she fell asleep in my warm protective embrace. I carefully glided my hand over her smooth stone shell, free of any imperfections thanks to my passionate dedication in curating her fossilized form. She was everything I dreamed of.

Which was important cause man, was I ever bleeding. She was not gentle!

It took weeks of TLC to wholly earn her trust. No other researcher could even approach her without being scratched or bubbled (It's not a joke. That stuff hurts when it gets in your eyes!). We took to calling her Shava, it meant Oath or Loyalty in the old tongue. Or my colleagues did anyways. I wanted to call her Crabtimus Prime, but the name stuck before I could do anything about it.

Still, whenever she would panic, I would hold her in my arms, letting her claw and whimper until she relaxed knowing she was safe. It became habit, demanding to be held to my chest or nestled in my arms anytime something stressed her out. She tried kneading with her claws at first as a sign of contentment and affection. Akin to some type of feline, but she eventually realized I prefer my skin attached to me.

I still bear a lot of wicked scars from that time. But we were eventually inseparable. It was everything I could have hoped for, and I gave her all the attention a borderline obsessive researcher was capable of.

Things gradually stabilized over the next year. The job still sucked, but Shava was my little skittering ray of sunshine. Trainers still obnoxiously barged into our workspaces, but it did give us an opportunity to battle and train. I'm not sure if it was my talent, her good genetics, or my access to a staggering number of potions. But we rarely ever lost, and she grew in levels to show for it.

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This…Was when things took an interesting turn. And altered the course of our lives forever.

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We had been finishing up a battle. As our opponent recalled their last pokemon Shava began to glow. Her form expanded, growing as it bathed in the enigmatic light of evolution. In a brilliant flash she whisked off the energy. Spores of light drifted in the air before it all faded as brilliantly as it had come.

She had evolved into Kabutops, with all blessed power of her adult form. That said, my awe and elation quickly turned to confusion as my eyes focused on exactly how 'adult' her form turned out to be. Namely, her heart-shaped pillow of an ass.

She was of-course still a Kabutops. She was covered in a smooth brown stone chitin, her underbelly a soft pastel white. A broad flattened plate adorned her head as helmet and crown. A series of thick segmented plates ran along her shoulders, biceps, thighs and back as an imposing natural armor. Anywhere the plates could not grow instead exposed a tough rubbery hide for her underbelly and joints.

However. She was a head taller than the rest of her species. She was slender. Full-bodied, tight defined muscle and an eye-catching flow of feminine curves from shoulder to hip. Her head and crest were notably more human and petite, less flattened and broad as the proportions had shifted to give her a more generous neck and chin. Just as much the head of a kabutops, but more feminine and exotic.

Her mouth was more visible. I'm uncertain if the fangs were natural, but her toothy grin and thin flexible lips were oddly cute. She still had the same grand stone scythes for arms. Though her limbs were thicker and more muscled than the chitinous spindles of her species. The hind plate and normally extended tail spike were little more than a blunt stubby nub and crest that tastefully covering the intimacies of her rear.

What truly shook me was discovered as she turned after the battle. She sashayed forward; her chest endowed with pert supple melons as she (carefully) embraced me in a firm hug with her new limbs. Her mounds pressed against my chest while her firm muscled thighs hugged mine. All while she chirped and chittered in jubilation.

“My Kabutops has tits"

My first confused and nervous thought as she purred her insectoid delight next to my ear and waggled her flanks. She was mere inches shorter than me now. With our level gaze I looked into her soft emerald eyes, looking ever so human as a familiar and shameful thrill went up my spine.

I could feel myself starting to chub through the awkwardness, the texture of her luscious body held against my own. I tepidly held her, trying to hide my stiffness and blush as I smiled through a growing anxiety of being caught. I couldn't exactly pull away from her with the large blades, careful as she was, I had no intention of testing my luck. Not that I thought I could best her strength anyway.

“Y…You did it! You look amazing, Shava!" I grinned, she beamed with pride at my approval. Her gentle warmth of her pliable underbelly was amazing. Contrasted by coolness, smooth texture, and rigidity of her armored plates as her thighs rubbed so insistently against me. I could feel a growing dampness between us while she rubbed her chin and cheek against my neck in gentle expressions and insectoid purrs of delight.

Even her scent was remarkable. As I lowered my head to embrace hers for a few seconds, I slowly breathed in the gentle aroma ocean and petrichor. A soft and soothing scent that perfectly encapsulated her unique typing and alluring form as a siren of the sea.

She pulled her head back a moment to beam with a gentle smile and half-lidded eyes. Her toothy grin was captivating, so sweet and infectious I couldn't help but mirror the enthusiasm. I think we shared a powerful sense of pride that we had come so far together. I felt so many compulsions in that moment. My heart pounded in my chest as the warmth filled my cheeks and pride. Our breath washed over each other as my mouth watered just wondering what those cute stone lips of hers would feel like.

Thankfully the bell on the agitator in the lab signaled samples were done. I snapped from my shameful rush of temptation but couldn't help feeling a bit guilty when I pulled away. Her face was far more expressive now. I saw the disappointment in there as I gave her head crest an affectionate stroke and rushed to work trying to hide the stiffest erection I've ever had.

I beat my cock like it owed me money that night…

It was probably the best solo of my life, but I held a heavy shame in my gut after the rush wore off. I refused to ever take advantage of her like that. I swore to never touch myself to thoughts like that again, less the temptation makes me do something I deeply regret.

The next few days were tense. I was happy, as always, to be with her and even have her assist me now in active work and experiments. She's so much smarter than I could have anticipated. She was picking up on mathematical formula and written instruction as fast as I could put it down. Always happily peeking around my shoulder and making curious inquiries in her own tongue I was happy to explain.

But I nearly had to physically pull my eyes from her as she sauntered around the lab with a fluid and feminine sashay of hips and flank. Her arms were always spread to minimize the threat of her blades as she presented like a dancer on stage. Her firm, smooth perky hand-filling tits and tight muscular abdomen always exposed as she chittered, hissed, and growled imagined tunes or discussions to herself.

I had to struggle with a balance of boundaries, and not alienating her. I'm uncertain if she detected the sexual tension in the air or my body language. But I couldn't even touch myself in those few days. Every thought turned to her in some form, and I would be forced to stop myself from taking it further thinking about her body or that always present and soothing scent. Something had to give.

“So. The human DNA expressed itself more than expected, huh?" Jason, my friend, and co-worker, asked as he passively bit into his sandwich. His Lopbunny sitting beside him as she sipped at a thermos of coffee.

We sat on the same bench together at every lunch break, usually to trade barbs, jokes or advice for our separate perspectives and fields of education. And boy did I need advice.

“That's the rub of it, yeah" I sighed as Shava rested her head in my lap. She was draped over what was left of the bench we didn't occupy as I gently pet her blissfully prone form. “Seems to be triggered by evolution. I had no way of noticing it beforehand."

“How much do you figure she knows?"

I shrugged.

“You know you have to tell her, right? Gotta be honest with your partners"

I tensed with a shiver of dread. “And if she doesn't take it well?" I asked with more venom in my voice than intended. I couldn't bear the thought of losing her.

“So what if she doesn't? You honestly think you can hide this from her forever? Or do you want this to simply blow up in a year or so and cause far worse damage?" he bit back, scolding me like a child. His tone was a bit sharper than I preferred. But maybe I needed it.

I heaved the deepest sigh I could. Feeling myself metaphorically deflate but wishing it was all too literal in that moment. “You're right".

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That evening she followed me to my bedroom in our offsite apartment. Same routine as always. It had been awkward the last 2 nights, not just for our wandering touch. But it was a bit snug cuddled up on a single bed to an unnervingly sexy pokemon nearly my size. I really should have considered that long before being sexually attracted to her.

“Hoo. Alright. Shava? We need to…have a talk" turning to her with my back facing the foot of the bed. She tilted her head cutely, a light coo as she covered her mouth with the palm of her blade and looked up to me with concern.

“No, no. It's nothing like that" waving my hand dismissively as she asked me in her own way if this was work related. It took another long slow breath to build up the courage to be honest with her. My gaze rolling from those cute thighs and smooth crotch up to her luscious kabutits. I finally noticed she had no nipples, the first time I had dared gaze so openly at her chest since this started. In their place each had a small 2-inch crest of brown hide contrasting her pastel white underbelly. Similar in shape to her pre-evolution's shell oddly enough, as though some greater force had a knack for humor and design.

“I.." I paused with a deep crimson blush as we stood mere feet apart. “I'm attracted to you! Like…sexually" I finally blurted out as I held in my shoulders and back. Her deep emerald pupils held my gaze. She withheld her response for a moment, letting me squirm before she giggled.

She smiled that beautiful toothy grin of hers and closed the distance. Her arms wrapped around my mid-riff while her thigh brushed against mine. She nuzzled me, a gentle and familiar coo and buzzing purr as my eyes went wide with realization feeling her squish her Kabuubs so eagerly against my chest again.

“You were propositioning me when you first evolved, weren't you?" I asked amused and relieved. If a bit embarrassed.

She answered with a giggle of her own, that entrancing smile as she tapped my forehead with the crown of her blade to scold me. We laughed together for a moment. My cheeks flushed as she rested her head against me and ground her thigh excitedly in our embrace.

“Well. I certainly won't make the same mistake twice~" I grinned, all of my shame and apprehension evaporating into a gushing lust and excitement.

I reached around her lovely waist, a single arm bracing her back as I felt the firmness of her stone carapace and grabbed her pillowy ass. She hissed a sweet feminine gasp, raising her head and arching her back as I began to knead her cheeks and tease out her first sweet gentle moan.

I worked a handful of her warm cushy rear, squeezing as I made her quiver and hiss through the faint blush on her smooth stoney cheeks. Her mouth crept open, light gasps and guttural hisses as she hugged me tighter. My leg grew damp with her arousal, I heard her sweet throaty chirp and felt her press against me. Whimpering my name as best she could in pokespeak.

“Mmm, someone's sensitive, huh~?" I chuckled as I massaged and groped my sweet girl. Gods was she ever cute, drinking in my touch and attention like an addict as I molded her into veritable putty in my arms. She tensed and exhaled, drawing sharp breathes when I squeezed, or my fingers brushed her vulnerable tail hole. I guess it made sense a girl covered in natural armor would be hypersensitive where it counts. Or at least. The lack of stimulation elsewhere made it so much more intense.

She hooked her claws around my back, pressing the flat of the blades against me as she swung her torso back and husked with the light tapping of her jaws. Her pillowy tits exposed as she smiled expectantly now that she was supporting herself with my shoulders. I could see how she loved letting me ogle her curvy armored figured as I griped and squeezed her cheeks goodbye, sliding my hands upward to cup a handful of her lofty bug melons.

Her breasts where the same pliant rubbery softness as her ass, filling my hand as I kneaded and squeezed to watch her shiver and growl with approval. I rubbed my thumbs along her crests, each of them firm yet malleable as I pinched the edges and heard her gasp with a shudder. I smiled, pressing my thumb against the center as I rolled my fingers along the edges to feel where the soft breast met tough crest. She groaned and blushed feeling me squeeze, rub, and tease while she ground her crotch against me loving every second.

She stiffened as I felt something press to my palm, pulling back as the crests were swelling slightly from my stimulation. In the center of each was a budding nub as I gently squeezed one of her buttons to see her crane her head back and moan.

“Mmm, so these only peek out when you're teased and aroused enough, huh~?" I hummed eagerly, letting her growl an affirmation as I pinched and tugged at her growing nips. She struggled to hold me as I stroked her exposed nipples, each sweet, engorged button making her cry and chitter as I ground them against my palm and fingers until they were stiff and unyielding.

I could have spent all day exploring her body, drinking in the gorgeous sight of my aroused pokemon as she flashed her supple ass and perky breasts. But she pulled from me. Her eyes were half-lidded, focused, and heavy with arousal as she gently pushed me back to sit at the edge of the bed. Her creamy thighs were soaked in her nectar, clear translucent fem cum making her legs glisten as she kneeled between mine and rested the flat of her blades on my thighs expectantly. She hardly had to wait, nosing at my crotch only once before I undid the buttons and zipper.

Fuck, I hadn't realized just how stupidly hard I was. I nearly popped the button on my boxers pulling out my throbbing pride and jewels. She gasped as my cock flicked out from its sweaty confinement, striking the bridge of her snout as she held still, fixated on my dick meat hanging in her vision.

There was an awkward second of stillness, as if my dick slapped her off button. Her eyes locked onto my crotch before she suddenly pressed her nose to my shaft again and took a long sensual breath. She almost looked dizzy as a soft groan rolled from her as she sucked lungful's of my masculine scent and pressed her tongue against my flesh to savor her first taste of a male. She slowly dragged her tongue upwards with a tilt of her head, letting me watch as her fanged maw drooled, and light tufts of steam wafted from her heavy breathes. I apparently blew her expectations.

“Ooh, babe" I husked, watching her slather and taste my junk. Her tongue was firm, the thick pink muscle refusing to leave an inch of me unmolested as I rode out the sight and pleasure. She pulled back to the tip, toothy mouth open as her tongue gripped my tip and guided me into her welcoming maw. She didn't even flinch, sucking me to the base and sheathing my dick in her slick velvet throat as I gave my own gasp and shudder.

And she held there, rubbing her snout into my crotch as she rumbled a blissful growl in her throat. She gently swallowed, rolling her tongue along my shaft to tease out pleasure while she relaxed in my lap.

“Mmm~ Babe? You need to-OO!" I started to protest. It was hot, felt amazing, but she was missing half of a blow job. Or so I thought until the jet of warm mineral water hosed my cock. A hard suck and she whipped at my shaft with her tongue, pumping in and out gouts of liquid to bathe and massage my member as her throat began to expand and contract.

“Hrrgh, huoly. This. Hnph~!" I could only grunt and stammer, going wide-eyed as I gripped the bedding and let her assault my dick with her salty backwash. The feeling was nearly indescribable, so alien but intense. She sucked hard, pulling the fluids from her maw as she massaged and swallowed my tool. Pumping it back in to scrape and rub against every intimate inch of me as the suction and pressure interchangeably tugged, rubbed, and squeezed like nothing I could ever hope to describe.

I never imagined getting my cock powerwashed would be one of the most intense and intimate moments of my life. But every loud gulp, churn and rush of water made me tense and gasp. Hot heavy groans poured from me as she worked, my pokelove fellating me like no human girl ever could. I could barely stay still, straining to hold my legs from kicking out as I squeezed the bedding and shuddered through gritted teeth and grunts.

“Ssshava!" I couldn't hold it, she worked for a little over a minute with that heavenly throat of hers, greedily swallowing my pre before I felt my pressure hit its peak. My muscles strained as I feel my cock swell in her throat. I heard her delighted churr as she paused, keeping me in the warm bath of mineral water as I pulsed and struggled not to jerk and pump. I could feel myself unloading in her throat, pouring out every thick glob of my cum as she swallowed the cloudy brine and milked out my lengthy release. Her tongue was writhing over me, coaxing out seed for my greedy love while she washed and sucked, swallowing and stirring without pause or hesitation to get every drop.

She heaved a breath as I felt myself coming down, my orgasm slowing to pearly drops filling her maw as I swallowed hard. I gave a strangled gasp as she sucked everything into her throat at once, swallowing all the mineralized spunk water as she continued to aggressively suck and slurp. I heard the loud gup, felt her finally pause before she began the hard merciless suction again. “F-fuck! Shava~!" I shouted as she worked, determined to greedily suck every drop from me that she could before she finally seemed to chill.

Sucking the fluids from their victims was an understatement!

She pulled herself upward suddenly, her breathes deep as her eyes were glossy and jaw hung open as she trembled. A blade caressed my shoulder as I blushed, not sure what she was doing before she grinned. A soft feminine giggle before her scythe sliced through my shirt and tip drifted over the head of my softening stiffy. She nudged my chin with a growl as I gently laid back to let her linger over me like a predator and gently peel away my shirt for her prize.

I'm not going to lie; it was hot as hell. I saw the gentle tan blush on her cheeks as she exposed my abdomen. I was in good shape thanks to the nature of my work, maybe not the most muscular, but fit. Her eyes hung on my scars as she climbed over me, giving a gentle loving coo as she stroked along my marks. Before she embedded her blades into the bedframe as she smiled sweetly and straddled my waist with a burning lust.

Her pussy was human, yet leaking like an uncapped faucet. A gentle waterfall of her warm pussy juices pouring down her legs and over my crotch as she trembled with heat. Her soft white vulva was swollen, engorged and needy as her puffy lips exposed the gentle pink inside her normally smooth and seamless vent. Her clit was full and swollen, the cute hooded button pronounced and stiff as it throbbed at the crown of her steamy womanhood.

I gripped her waist and thigh. My cock instantly rock hard again feeling her gentle oily lust soaking my crotch and her gentle rumbles of excitement as she lowered her hips and kissed my shaft with her lower lips. “Hahh, Shava" I husked as I pressed my tip to her folds and rubbed, letting her quake and squeak as I teased her button and let her squirt over me.

She lined me up suddenly, unable to wait another minute as she slammed down with all her might, no care in the world but having me in her. With a gentle pop I passed her lips and slapped against her jerking hips as the bed creaked from the force of her shove. We both tensed in silent open-mouthed expressions. She was virgin tight, yet her muscled oily pokepussy sucked me to the hilt in an instant and held me like a vice.

“Sh-!" I tried to shout, but she beat me to it, a loud quaking orgasmic scream rolled through her. She craned her head backwards and drenched me in her warm water-type fem cum as throaty growls and groans rumbled from her throat. I could feel her hips jerk, her uterus squeezing tight while she swallowed through spasms of pleasure and breath rose in frantic pitch before calming down through a wave of convulsions. She lowered herself to look at me with a dizzy expression, one of shock and hot sexual bliss as she dragged her fangs against my neck with affection.

“Holy shit. You came from that?" I laughed, blushing as she smirked and tugged herself upward. Long groans and stuttering hisses as she slammed down again, another hot sultry moan as she poured over me and tugged back to beat her pussy against my crotch again and again with hot wet slaps in a deluge of her slick fem juices. She was so sensitive it overrode any pain, sending her nerves into overdrive every time I stretched and scraped her vicelike walls while she cried out for more.

She growled over me, soft groans and whimpers as every third or fourth drive against me would make her quake with a fresh crash of orgasm. The cascades of pleasure forcing her muscles to tense, flexing as her abdomen pulled tight and relaxed while her lips squeezed and stretched. Tugging again as she pulled off before the relaxed slurp of her rubbery folds and she slammed forward to stir her virgin cunt.

I could only hold on and let her bounce on my aching rod. My own grunts and moans melding with hers as I held her hips and helped her drive me into her again and again through shockwaves of bliss. Her powerful body rocking over me was a sight I'll never forget, admiring my hot pokelover as she gave in, letting loose all her inhibition with the male she could love and trust as she rolled through a cute array of hot orgasmic expressions.

Her claws tensed and flexed, anchored and rocking in the bed and against the frame as she rode me through cries of delight. I held her to me as I began to pump upward, driving myself home into her warm welcome tunnels as we bred through the constant streams of lust leaving us both a slick mess.

Finally we thrust together, grinding our crotches flush against one-another as I stuffed myself as deep as we could go. My tip kissed her cervix, prodding and pressing inward as she wailed and squeaked pressing me into the bed with all her strength. She wouldn't allow any escape, the sharp spikes of stimulation as I stirred the entrance to womb and finally groaned with my pleasure boiling over.

I could feel myself letting loose, the hot euphoria as I started pumping hot streams of my sperm into her eager babymaker. My seed bubbling into her womb and pooling in her depths as her eyes rolled backward in pure indulgence, feeling me defile and claim her purity.

Her muscles worked in rhythm, helping drink down every load I was happy to give my lover as we held still, letting nature take its course as I poured out my pent-up emission and heaved slow staggered breathes.

I finally fell against the bed, a mess of sweat and kabu-lust as she slowly withdrew her blades from the frame and draped against me. Her claws folded behind me in a tender hug, holding me tight as if fearing she could lose me otherwise. I felt her heartbeat against my chest while her head rested on my shoulder. The intensity of our lovemaking fading into a calm bliss as quickly as it came.

She growled against me, struggling to utter something as she mumbled with sleepy churls of joy. “R-ll. Lh" barely above a whisper. “…Love~" her voice pitched, girlish as she relaxed and snuggled in.

I smiled as my own weariness rolled over me. Hugging her unique body as I ran my arm along the thick cool plates of her carapace and gently cupped her warm soft rump.

“I love you too".

I drifted off into what I swear was the best sleep of my life.

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“So you fucked your pokemon, huh?" Jason asked, yet again with the damn sandwich. He stared at me with hardly a care in the world. looking to me and Shava as I held her waist while she kissed and nuzzled my neck.

“Even with the context, I kind of expected you to be a bit more shocked by this development" I said with a raised brow.

He turned his eyes away for a second with the hint of his own blush. His Lopbunny coyly smiled and took a sip of her coffee as she nestled against him.

“Ohhhh" I uttered into a soft chuckle. “Why didn't you tell me??"

He gave his usual indifferent response. Shrugging his shoulders as he hugged her waist and held her close while she playfully swooned. “You never asked".

I rolled my eyes, snuggling into Shava as she gave a light giggle.

“Hey" Jason paused between romancing his Lopbunny and lunch. “You didn't leave that drum of contaminated catalyst in the machine after you were done. Did you?"

I stiffened, stock still as my eyes widened….

“Uh oh…"