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Consider, if you will, Café Plaisir.

Nestled deep in the heart of rural america, ten miles from the nearest village, surrounded by deep forest, shaded glen, and nature in all its splendour, this little hotel-slash-brothel-slash-studding farm is heaven on earth to all that seek its comforting embrace, and more particularly, the comforting embrace of its euphemistically-termed 'waiters'. But on Earth as on any planet, every little slice of heaven requires hard work and organization to remain unspoilt, and the Café is no exception. Meals don't come from the ether, after all, and bedrooms don't clean themselves.

Thus, the Morning Shift of the Café's staff find their work cut out for them - for at the crack of dawn, every day of the week, these stalwart, carefully chosen (for one reason or another) few find it their task to tidy up after the revelries of the night before. Theirs is the task of removing stains from floors, walls, and on one or two memorable occasions, the ceiling; their job, aside from waiting on whatever early-risers might grace them with their presence, is one of polishing, scrubbing, washing, taking down chairs, preparing and delivering breakfasts, and generally performing those invisible acts of heroism that make life so pleasant for everyone else around them.

Of course, one step back from this, such work needs organizing - jobs need doling out, rotas need arranging, schedules need sorting, and emergencies need dealing with. As such, we have the morning meeting.

The figure at the front cleared his throat. A tall and somewhat stern Grovyle of militaristic bearing, he surveyed the room before him. "All right. It's nice to see everyone got here almost completely on time, for once.Now then, let's begin. We've got about an hour and a half before the first customers requested breakfast in bed, so I'll keep this short and to the point."

This half-hour or so sees tasks scheduled (usually unpleasant), news delivered (usually bad), and occasional fights defused (for example, over who has to go on litter-picking duty outside when it's a bollock-shrinkingly cold winter morning).

As the Grovyle began to drone, a few faces can be picked out of the crowd. Loudest and most active in the otherwise-sleepy morning lectures are a quarrelsome pair of Unfezants, bemoaning as usual the unacceptability of budget washing powder, poor thread-count in replacement duvets, and mammalian standards of cleanliness, in no particular order.

Against one wall leans a Mienshao, her eyes closed, trying to keep her face as calm and unruffled as a millpool, only the errant twitch of a long, tapered whisker belying her irritation with the pair slowly threatening to drown out the team leader's seemingly unending litany. A distance from both sets are a trio of quadrupeds - black, red, and pink, one sleeping, one slumping, and one somehow wide awake, ribbons swishing attentively.

But! this is not their story. Look down - ah, a little further down, and you'll be eye to much-smaller-eye with the diminutive (in multiple senses) clan known to some as The Cleaning Mice. Rattata, Pichu, Marill, Plusle and Minun... if it was small enough to walk under a sofa, it was present.

Focus further, zoom in to the rabble, single out two individuals, both Emolga, astoundingly small even compared to the others around them - standing on each other's shoulders, they could maybe reach a foot tall. For such a thing to occur twice must be no coincidence; surely they had to be related. Siblings, surely. But while the taller (by three-sixteenths of an inch, she'll have you know) Emolga is paying full attention to the titanic Grovyle towering overhead, her twin behind her had his eyes on matters much closer to hand. His eyes held... not lust, certainly, but something decidedly un-brotherly.

The morning talk continued as they always did, and as always it seemed increasingly less likely that Leah - for that was her name - would turn around and boldly ... boldly do what, exactly? His mind always faltered when it got to this point, but-

A guilty flashback to last night's fevered dreams came to him, flushing his cheeks red.

Small he may be, but he was not tiny enough to escape the Grovyle's eagle eyes. Mister Pouncer leant forwards slightly, angling his gaze down towards the Emolga, startling him out of his lovestruck reverie. "Are you quite all right down there, Ashen?"

* * *

Of course, not everyone in the Café is cut out for an early morning... at least, not for approaching it in the conventional manner. A short while after the morning meeting, In a darkened Waiter's Bedroom, a figure stirs slightly. It nudges lazily against another lump in the large, well-used bed, eliciting a pleased rumble and a half-earnest response. "Dex, we gotta sleep~ Tonight's been fun, but Eclipse could be home whenever..."

The other figure, barely discernable as a Mightyena, pauses in its somewhat insistent nudging. "What? C'mon, sis. We've got hours yet-" His optimistic estimation faltered, his ears pricking up at the sound of movement outside the door. "Shit, maybe not. What's that?"

His sister, at least according to her higher-pitched voice and his own admission, perked up slightly. "Cleaners, probably? You're the one that kept us up all night, YOU go check."

Her hindlegs playfully batted at his ear, pushing him out of the bed and onto the floor, the warm sheets surrendering him to the cold embrace of thin air. He landed with a slight thud, but quickly rolled onto his front and raised to all fours,moving to peek through a crack in the door, wincing slightly at the relatively bright, pre-dawn light filtering in through the corridor.

The two Emolga were outside, alongside a Rattata, all three hard at work. Although most of the dust and grime had been swept up by larger pokémon, there was still many an errant crumbs and discarded bit of small rubbish left to collect. Each of them had a tiny little basket, barely the size of a thimble, which they used to ferry junk to the nearest bin. More specifically, to a plastic cup next to the bin - someone would be along later to finish the last step of the job.

Dex's eye narrowed and his ears folded back as he watched them work. They might be small, but that damn noise! Scratchy little pattering of tiny clawed feet on carpet, scampering to and fro... He was no kitty-cat, but seeing something so small and defenceless, skittering past his doorway without a care in the world? Well, it just yanked on his instincts, and not in any particularly pleasant way. He padded back to the bed and hopped up to it, nuzzling at his sister's jawline with a low, feral growl. "Well, I know what it is, and I've an idea of how to get it to stop. Care for a last bit of fun to round out the evening, sis~?"

***

"I don't know, I really don't. I'd swear that Ninetales makes at least as much filth as he cleans up." Leah grumbled to the other cleaners on her shift, stooping over to pull up a lengthy crimson hair, bundling it up and stuffing it in her bag. "Gah, and that smell!"

"We know, we know. What, you think you've got it bad? I had to clean a bedroom after a Mareep spent a few nights in there. Talk about shedding. Ugh!" The Rattata straightened up from his sweeping, turning to look at the pair he was working with. "Hey, Ashen, you got anything to share?"

"Ugh, don't get me started on-" The third member of the trio, the Emolga boy, found his griping rudely interrupted. The the door behind him burst open, leaving a portal to pure darkness, barely lessened by the relatively faint light of the hall. Before any of them had time to react, a massive black figure of a Mightyena pounced from the shadows, launching itself right at him! It was only by grace and luck, surely, that he somehow evaded those gargantuan paws and that snapping jaw. He, along with the other cleaning mice, fled, scattering down the basement hallway. The hunt was on!

Sin straightened up from her playful pounce, a throaty, low chuckle escaping as she surveyed her potential prey, before loping off after her original target. Dextus, barely inches behind her, chose the other Emolga as his morning entertainment. The Rattata, for his part, split off at his earliest opportunity, and finding himself unpursued, decided that perhaps he should spend a little time checking up on the health of the nearest potted plant... by climbing up into it and holding very still until things quietened down.

The Emolga siblings weren't quite so lucky, however - with the corridor behind them seemingly filled wall to wall with pursuing wolves, they had little choice but to scamper as fast as their little legs could take them. From the room they'd been cleaning at, one direction lead a few feet to a decidedly locked fire-escape, sealed tightly enough that neither of them could hope to make good their escape... So together, crying a high-pitched cry, they weaved and scampered past bedroom doors, running as fast as their tiny feet could carry them, never more than a few feet away from imminent doom! Fear lent wings to their retreat, but after a dozen or so doors they managed to come to a junction. On their right, the Evening Shift's bathrooms and cleaning area, large enough for the bulkiest of 'mons and with an exit just around the corner. To the left, the stairs and elevator, leading to the main floor of the Café. Straight on, the corridor continued for a few metres before turning sharply right.

Ashen and Leah, so full of raw panic, running on adrenaline, had no time to strategize. They split up, Ashen veering off to the left and Leah heading straight on - and so too did the Mightyena fan out, tails sweeping the floor in excitement. This was the most fun - well, the most fun of this sort - that they'd had in weeks!

Leah found her ears pricking mid-charge at the Mightyena behind her, and as she veered around the corner, she found out why things had been quiet - one of the pair had cut through the bathroom and was standing right before her, front held low, hackles raised and ready to pounce! With a sick gulp, the tiny girl turned heel and scampered back after her brother... and after the other Mightyena, effectively herded past the dead end and up the staircase to the main bar.

Upstairs, a familiar panorama was playing itself out. Two of the larger members of Plaisir's Morning Shift - October the Ninetails and Chai the Umbreon - were napping in a booth, the scruffy red fox's tails loosely wrapped around the slightly smaller black figure. On one of the tables stood Colin, a diminutive pink sylveon, currently wrestling chairs down from where they'd been stacked up on top of tables.

This scene, repeated scores of times in the past, was rudely interrupted by the scrabbling of claws on hardwood, tiny scampering followed by much larger footfalls. The two Emolga charged into the room, far too out of breath to cry for help, focused only on evading their Mightyena pursuers. Where Ashen and Leah ducked and weaved under tables and chairs, Sin and Dex bullied their way through, knocking furniture over with a clatter and bang and generally undoing a lot of the Morning Shift's work, not to mention startling the napping pair awake. By the time any of them had recovered to react, the Mightyena had burst through the doorway leading into the kitchen, leaving them stunned in the wake of the ball of chaos.

"...What the FUCK was that?"

"Language, October!"

***

It was later, what felt like hours later to the tiny, exhausted Emolga but in reality couldn't have been more than twenty minutes, when the Mightyena finally got bored of toying with their prey and herded them back downstairs, into the beer cellar. The twins circled and growled, further pushing the cowering, terrified little squeakers into a corner.

"Such a merry chase, brother..."

"Indeed, sister, indeed..." Dextus let out a low, throaty chuckle. "Why, you'd almost think they were scared of us~!"

"Oh yes, brother~ But now the chase is at an end, and I find myself wondering... what next?" Sin eyed her brother, knowing exactly what he was going to say, though she did worry that they might be hamming things up a bit TOO much. But one look at those frightened little faces reassured her, the tiny buggers were lapping it up! She tried not to cackle in glee. Dex had been right, this was hilarious.

"Well, I don't know about you, but this hunt has left me with quite an appetite..." Dextus growled, a low, throaty rumble escaping his throat as it slowly cracked open, showing shiny, white, and very sharp teeth. Leah looked like she was about to pass out, but Ashen put himself forwards, in front of her, puffing up his chest in false bravado - though it did nothing to hide the fact that he was quivering like a leaf.

"I-I'm not afraid!" He lied. Poorly. From the tips of his trembling ears, to the high pitched waver in his voice, to the memory of him running and screaming his lungs out mere minutes before, his fear was writ large for all to see.

Still, Dex cracked him a smile. "Hah, really, now? Who's not afraid of the big... bad... wolves?" With each word, the two approached, keeping themselves low to the ground and spread out wide, making escape impossible, filling their world with grinning teeth, those smiles growing larger and larger... Until, as a unit, the pair pounced! The Emolga barely had time to scream before hot canine mouths were around them, one in each.

The Mightyena straightened up, mouths held firmly closed, tongues pressing their prey up against the palates of their mouths, stopping them from struggling overly much. Rather than swallow, though, and put an end to the fun, they trotted off with happily swishing tails, back to the darkness that was their bedroom.

It was hot in the Mightyena's mouth, airless and breathless; the constant jolting motions rocked Ashen to and fro, that tongue grinding mercilessly against him as he struggled, keeping him pinned in place - and thoroughly coating him in sticky dog-spit. The scents in here were oddly... mixed. Okay, scratch that. The mouth simply reeked of sex, cum from both genders, their hot salty musk filling his lungs. The primary scent was definitely female, that of the one they called Sin, which meant his sister - his precious, perfect, sweet sister - was trapped in the slavering maw of her twin, Dextus! He struggled again, renewed vigour filling his body as his paws swiped fruitlessly at the teeth before him, his actions eliciting little more than a throaty chuckle from his captor.

He quietened down a bit, genuinely worried about that worryingly active throat, mere inches behind his feet. After all, it would only take a tilt of the head, and the slightest flick of her tongue... Speaking of tongues, her muscle really was rather distracting, getting right up between his legs, grinding against him with every touch. He shuddered, trying not to let his mind dwell on it overly much, even as he shifted his position slightly. In response, as if sensing his thoughts, Sin's broad tongue shifted and slowly rubbed back and forth, grinding into his chest fur. Tasting him? Or teasing him? He wasn't really sure which was the more worrying alternative...

When that tilt came, he yelped in shock and clung to her tongue, heart racing at a million miles an hour - before he realised she was actually tilting him downwards, not up. Her tongue lolled out and he was unceremoniously scraped off by her sharp teeth and dumped onto the floor in a wet, stinking mess. His sister was nearby, her bright yellow cheekfur standing out in the darkness of the room; the Mightyena's bedroom, judging by the smell. Similarly to him, she was panting, red-faced, and coated in spit; her trip couldn't have been much more fun than his. He found his eyes taking her form in, a slight frown on his face for just a moment - he could smell arousal, certainly, but not all of it was from the Mightyena twins. He stood up, taking a hesitant step towards her.

"...Leah...?" He quickly fell down to hold her safely against him, glaring up at the twins with a burning fury in his eyes. "You... YOU! You could have killed us!" He squeaked, his voice pitched high enough to almost break.

Again, the display was treated as little more than a joke, Dex giving a low snigger. "Really? Ya think? Nah, we wouldn't do a thing like that, where'd the fun be~?" The humongous black and grey canine let out a low and throaty chuckle. "Heheh, we've got something else in mind. If we wanted rid of you, we could have finished this at any point. As it is... Well, we've got all morning to enjoy ourselves. Hope you don't mind!" He grinned overly-wide, showing off a lot of teeth and generally hinting at what could happen should Ashy truly make his unhappiness apparent.

"Oh, and Don't worry about your sister, either." Dextus teased, slowly circling the furiously trembling rodent. "Why, I'd swear she quite enjoyed herself in there, you know... from the way she squirmed, and the way she tasted. Almost ... begging for it." His eyebrows raised suggestively, sending shiver down Ashen's back. He clung to his sister's side protectively, grimacing. How /dare/ he suggest that she could possibly see anything in a brute like him, as compared to... uh...

He faltered momentarily. Compared to himself? She might be the only girl remotely close to his size, but dammit, she was his sister! Such a thing was unthinkable, surely! Then again, one heard tales. Particularly about these Mightyena twins, and given the scents he'd had to endure, he could see where all the talk had come from. Shaking his head to clear it of such thoughts, he awkwardly let go of her. "You brute... you couldn't possibly offer her anything!" He shifted, standing up, taking an angry step towards the Mightyena... before unseen teeth plucked at the scruff of his neck, pulling the Emolga back with a wail of surprise. His spread-out gliding membranes did little to halt his motion, and soon he found himself easily pinned under a huge Mightyena paw.

He could only watch from under Sin's grip as Dex stood up once more, towering over Leah's form, the small Emolga paralyzed with fear. Confidently, almost lazily, Dextus took a short pace forwards, then another. He suddenly folded his hind-legs up, sitting down on the girl and rather effectively pinning her under his tremendous malehood. By anyone's standards it was an impressive endowment, but the sheath was almost as tall as either of the two Cleaning Mice, and the girl was practically smothered in its musk. She struggled under the hefty weight, eliciting a little groan of pleasure from the Mightyena, her saliva-clad form sticking rather thoroughly to his hefty, musky orbs.

"Hrrf... Sis, you gotta try this. It's amazing, it's like she's made for it!" He pawed at the ground in front of him as his sheath began to fill out. Leah cried out under him, struggling slightly for breath, her lungs burning with his powerful, potent masculinity, that raw scent making her eyes unfocus slightly, finding it harder and harder to think straight... The tone of her moans subtly changed with each grinding rut, even as Dex thrust his malehood into thin air, making quite a show of proceedings for his sister and her captive little audience. Tempting her to join in with every twitch.

And tempted she was - Sinister slipped forwards, carelessly rolling the rodent about underpaw, keeping him trapped and pinned. She settled down right before her brother, her forelegs folding up, both sets of pawpads squishing down on Ashen, eliciting a winded groan of protest. She paid him no heed, though, admiring her brother's impressive length, gently twitching in the air each time Leah struggled under him. She shifted forwards, lowering her head so that her fluffy neck partially obscured Ashen's view, and nudged at Dex's proud cocktip with her cool nose, taking in a deep and eager breath. Ashy might not be able to see what was going on, but there was no ignoring the lewd slurps as Mightyena tongue rolled over Mightyena flesh, Sin's mouth opening wide to take his shaft into herself, pressing down until her tongue was low enough to rasp across Leah's screwed up face, drawing another cry of what Ashy assured himself could only be shock.

It was too much for the little Emolga trapped underpaw, and he let his disgust and general displeasure be known with a vocal cry. "AUGH!" He took a deep breath. "What the hell are you two doing?! It's... It's-!"

Dextus, amused by the outburst, shifted himself slightly, bending around his sister to peer down at her quarry. "It's what? 'S pretty much an average day around here, shrimp~ Or do ya walk around all day with your eyes shut and your hands over your ears?" He sneers. "Never watched a little kink? Yeah, I bet you mice like to watch..." He bucked against sin's tongue to emphasise his point, getting a pleased 'ghlk' noise from her in response, the motion only further incensing the trapped Ashen. He twisted and struggled, yelping out. "No! Fuck no! Kink's one thing, but you two are b-brother and sister!" 'Just like us', thought a dark corner of his mind. He tried to ignore it.

"Ugh, really? What, you got a hangup about that? 'S not the worst thing around here... and if you're worried about inbreeding, go check out a pedigree chart some time." Dextus retorted smugly, idly resting a forepaw on his sister's head, pressing her down until her teeth were past his knot. "It can be pretty fun, with someone you know so well... I just know you'll enjoy it once we get past that whole taboo thing." He growls lightly, pulling his paw away, letting Sin straighten up once more. "You know, sis, I think these two could do with a demonstration..." he shot her a knowing grin, drawing back to paw at Leah's dazed and groaning form. "Howsabout we show 'em how a brother and sister should really treat one another~?" Down to the pair on the ground, he matter of factly adds "And if you two don't play nicely, we might get bored of this little game."

Sin finally pulls her large rough pawpads away from ashen, giving him a moment to try to stand up and protest this treatment. Once again he found himself interrupted, but this time it was by Sin's massive scooping jaw, dragging him back into her mouth once more and forcing a squeal out of him. He rolled around until he was facing forwards, pulling his large and still spit-sodden tail out of the way of those viciously sharp teeth of hers. Ashen managed to get a glimpse of the outside world, where his sister was getting a similar treatment from Dex. His view of her only improved as the Mightyena drew closer and tilted their heads slightly, locking fangs and offering both the little ones a moment of peace with some extra space to breathe. It didn't last long, though; moments later, a huge feral tongue hit Ashen in the back, shoving him towards his sister carelessly. Dex matched Sin's action, grinding their small forms together in an eager and sloppy makeout.

Remembering the Mightyena's threatening words, and the reality of that hot throat behind him - reinforced by the constant wash of hot humid breath from both directions - Ashen drew closer to his sister, uncertainly wrapping an arm around her body. Despite the stickiness and the abject terror of their situation, she seemed rather receptive to his advances, holding him close, clutching onto his form - she must be as afraid as he was, clearly. He met her eyes for a moment - finding them oddly glazed and unfocused - before gingerly moving in for a kiss, replicating the actions of their twisted captors.

She matched it with a surprising vigour given her dazed state. Given that he'd been aiming for a chaste, if prolonged, peck, he found himself shocked as she unceremoniously forced her tongue into his mouth, clutching onto him needily. This was more than just playing along, but... it felt a little wrong to take advantage of her like this. Still, he had his excuse, and he didn't want to doom them both; he had little choice but to go along with his little sister's demands, his arms running gently down her slick back, holding her close, even as she gave a little moan into the kiss and began to grind her hips needily against his own.

He rocked with her, following along, feeling powerless to resist as his plump little sheath ground up against her astoundingly hot sex. He couldn't quite believe what was happening here. She didn't just want to play along; she wanted him, needed him, was desperate for him on a visceral level. He hesitated, but she clutched at him harder, drawing him in against her heated form. So, he obliged her, moaning lowly into the kiss, his tongue intertwining with her own, even as his crimson tip began to slip into her virgin lips - their first time, shared. Neither of them noticed the stilling of the massive wrestling tongues around them, nor the quickening of the breath that rushed over their skin, keeping them both hot in more ways than one. They only had eyes for each other, for the pleasure they were sharing with each lengthening thrust, their moans shared as he slowly but surely worked his sister open, deepening his thrusts a little at a time, inching his way inside her desperate sex.

What finally broke them from their lustful reverie was the slick sound of Mightyena jaws uncoupling, the sudden rush of cold air that followed, and a low chuckle from Dextus, towering above them, looking down at the rutting pair currently filling his sister's maw. A thin bridge of saliva stretched from leah's head up to his lips. He broke the strand with a flick of his head, grinning widely. "Fucking told you so..." he reaches down, rubbing a paw over his towering, drooling erection, leaving rather a mess of precum on the floor below him. "'S not quite the same as our first time, Huh Sin?"

Sin rumbled in agreement, ever so gently nodding her head, making the Emolga twins squeak and cling more desperately to one another, the action forcing another tiny bit of Ashen's length into Leah's folds. Dex leans down a bit, peering in with some interest. "Not all the way in, yet? Tsk... Maybe we should show you how it's done. Here, let us help~"

The whole world shifted for the tiny pair as Sin dipped her head down and opened wide, taking Dex's slick and dripping head once more. This time, however, there wasn't so much room for movement - the Emolga twins might be tiny, but with both them and a titanic Mightyena cock, it was awfully cramped. They found themselves forced together hard, their hips slamming roughly into one another, forcing Leah to break the kiss and squeal out in pain as she took the rest of her big brother's length in one go. She was on top, feeling that enormous prick rubbing and grinding into her fur, marking her thoroughly with his scent, even as she drove her brother down and under Sin's tongue.

Dex - or possibly Sin, it was hard to tell - drew back, giving them a moment's reprieve to pull away from one another, only to slam back into place. The rough thrust drove them down once more, eliciting a longer, rougher cry from the little twins, physically forcing them to get rutting, making them thrust in time with the Mightyena above them. They bucked and ground against one another, helpless to resist the huge beasts having their way with them. The pleasure was undeniable, even if it was hidden in amongst the humiliating abuse. As many times as Ashen had idly daydreamed of his sister's loving embrace, he'd never imagined anything approaching this.

Dextus' pace was hard and merciless, fucking like a feral beast, driving the pair of them along at his pace regardless of their wants or needs. It was rough, it was visceral, it was coating them in his precum... and it got to Leah first. She cried out loudly, clinging to her brother hard enough to drive the air out of him as she came, her cunt clamping down on him, milking his cock desperately even as she flooded his already-soaked lap with her own juices. Dextus refused to let up - assuming he'd even noticed - forcing her to continue riding Ashen at that punishing pace, her panting form clinging weakly to his, hips bouncing on his cock. It didn't take much longer for him to hit his own peak, arching up with a squeal of pleasure as he erupted inside her, his desperate length spurting wave after wave of hot cum into her depths, flooding her with his seed.

Mercifully, Dextus didn't take much longer... but the inevitable is rarely pleasant, and this was no exception. He snarled triumphantly as he shoved himself up into Sin's mouth, his knot barely passing her sharp teeth, suffocating the tiny pair as he flooded his sister's throat with his cum. He drew back for the second shot, making sure to both give her a good taste and completely soak the tiny twins in his seed, holding himself there until he'd subsided.

Casually, Sinister dropped the pair from her mouth, dumping them on the floor in a spreading pool of spit, cum, and other juices, leaving them panting and still clinging to one another, thoroughly spent, yet satisfied. "There. Never say a Dark type didn't do you a favour~"

Ashen tried to sit up, but slipped in the pool, sprawling down next to his sister, still trying to get his breath back. He looked her in the eyes, deeply, searching for what she was really thinking.

Before he could get a word out, Leah slipped back from her dazed and lovestruck brother, drunkenly trying to stand up, wobbling about in the puddle. Her tail windmilled around behind her, before slapping down firmly into the wetness. "Urgh. " She swayed for a moment, shaking her head. "C'mon, our shift's probably almost over by now... if we hurry we can make it to the showers before anyone else." She pauses, looking up to Dex. "I'll, uh. See you later~?" She didn't give him a chance to reply, scampering from the room, leaving a sticky trail to follow - one they'd have to clean up later, but still.

Dazedly, Ashen half-walked half-crawled out of the slippery pool, following his sister with a humiliated flush to his cheeks... After all that, she still had some desire to ever see that Mightyena again? The thought was enough to make his heart plummet as he trudged after her towards the showers, pointedly ignoring the room behind him - even as the Mightyena twins began to laugh with one another from the darkness inside.

The trip wasn't a terribly long one by most standards, but when you're six inches tall, even a short trip is relatively arduous. He soon caught up to her,turning things over and over in his mind. Had it all really happened? Had she been as eager as he'd thought, it was she just desperate to survive? And if that was the case, why the hell had she said that to Dextus? He couldn't leave things as they are, or he'd never be able to look his sister in the eye again. He had to tell her.

As they slipped into the shower room, blissfully empty at this time in the morning, he found himself drawing closer to her. They got to one of the smaller stalls, moving inside to share it as normal - though even this familiar space felt unpleasantly cramped with the stench of Mightyena covering them both. He swallowed hotly, looking to his sister as she fiddled with the controls.

Well, it was now or never. "I... Leah? I love you." He braced himself for the consequences, silently cursing himself for not saying something sooner, for waiting until this humiliating event to finally admit it.

"Gee, really? I was wondering if you'd ever say a word about it, you blockhead..." She grinned over her shoulder at him, dazed and still a little musk-drunk, but clearly meaning every bit of it. "You think I never saw how you looked at me when we worked? ... Oh, yeah. You talk in your sleep, by the way~ I've heard your dreams"

Ashen's eyes bugged out and he jumped in shock, paws skidding around for a moment on the smooth tiles as he tried not to slip onto his ass. "I-I do not!" His sister chortled to herself and nodded.

"Oh god, yes you do. 'Oh, Leah, ohh~'" She made a poor impression of his voice, but it was enough to send the breathless Emolga flushing crimson. "Honestly I was gonna give it another week before I hauled you off somewhere private to try and make you admit it myself..." She snickers, a surprisingly dirty laugh coming from one so pretty. "But fuck, that? That was hot. We'll have to try something a little less kinky next time, huh?"

The shower came on suddenly, hitting both of them with a cascade of blessedly clean hot water. Slowly, Ashen stepped forwards, towards his sister, rubbing a hand awkwardly over his arm, cleaning out some of the slimy seed. "N-next time?"

She nodded, slipping an arm around his back, drawing him in close. "Oh yes, next time."

The giggling and light smooching might have gone unheard, but the Mightyena twins weren't so easily forgotten. Curious about the fallout of their fun, Sinister and Dextus had silently padded into the shower room, listening to the pair talk.

Dex gave Sin an 'I told you so' sort of look, getting a nod of acquiescence from her, playful grins shared across both predatory muzzles... but Sin pricked an ear, followed by Dex, and they turned to look at the little private booth, listening intently.

"I love you, sugarpea~"

"And I love you, snugglewumpus~"

...

"Dear Arceus." Mouthed Dex, silently, his ears folding back.

"We've created a monster..." Sin breathed, her face going pale.

-END-