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File Name: Charoúmeno Télos [Renamed because SoFurry doesn't like Greek letters]

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File Type : Story:Adult:M/F:Machamp x Diggersby

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_Details: _ _What every good story needs! Additional Note: _ _One of Pokegirl's fantasies. _

Jamie cocked his head, pausing from wiping down the table from his last visitor as Lyra's distinctive chime indicated a new patron had entered the building. Given the sign he'd displayed saying it might be a moment and figuring Lyra would say about the same, he turned his attention once more to the table.

Made of wood, a fresh layer of green palm leaves woven tightly together lay on top of it. Stuffed between the wood and leaves, bartered Mareep wool was shoved so thickly inside that there was hardly any give when the client lay on top of it. The palm leaves had to be replaced when they began to brown, otherwise, they lost their flexibility and became brittle. Weaving them every five days would be tedious for most Pokemon but, as a Machamp, Jamie found the work to be quick. In the meantime, he made sure to wipe the leaves after each client and, on slower days, at random intervals. Not only did it help keep things clean, it had the added benefit of keeping the leaves supple for longer.

Finishing with a nod, the Machamp took one last moment to wipe his hands with the cloth before resting it on the rim of his water jar. Gently, having misguaged his strength against the fragility of clay more often than he'd like to admit, he placed the jar under a tall but thin table he kept in the room mostly for decoration purposes. A quick look showed the small room was well in order, the thin drapes covering the window blocking any prying eyes while still allowing in a modest amount of sunlight. The pale blue vase he'd picked up from Smudge the Smeargle's Pottery Store was just as clean as his table, the fresh plucked lavender blossoms within it offering a calming presence to the room. Nodding to himself, he slid the room's only chair just a smidge closer to the table before edging it back away with a slight frown. At Lyra's single chime of what he knew to be annoyance, Jamie answered back.

"Coming!"

Tucking his arms closer to his body and bending slightly as he passed through the door of his workroom, the store initially having been owned by a smaller Pokemon than himself, Jamie peered around the corner of the halway, curious as to what Pokemon had found their way to his shop.

Past the washroom on the left, which stood behind a chair and a larger table that he used to keep notes for when his clients planned on visiting, a small silver and white lapine with dangling ears fidgeted on one of the two large wooden benches he kept in the waiting area. As the benches were meant to accommodate up to someone his own size, the lapine appeared as if they were sitting on a bed and not a bench. Toying with the pink bandanna around their neck, the lapine's eyes were glancing towards the door, as if considering leaving.

Lyra gave a wave of her tail from her spot atop the ceiling, the Chimecho's yellow eyes narrowing at him as she shot him a sensation of displeasure at having made their guest wait.

Waving a hand in the air, both acknowledging her feelings and apologizing, Jamie focused on the little gray and silver lapine, giving them a smile.

"Hello," he offered, causing their attention to drift from the door to him, the little 'mon visibly starting when they saw him. "How can I help you today?"

Nose twitching, they took a breath to compose themselves before slipping down from the bench. From the way they instantly shifted their weight and held themselves, Jamie could see they were favoring their left side. When the lapine turned to face him more fully, he caught sight of a badge on their bandana, marking them as a member of a Rescue Team. From this angle, he couldn't see the full shape of it to identify their team and, to be honest, there was only one team who's badges he could really recognize on sight. Based on the coloring, Jamie felt the tension between his upper shoulder blades fading as he realized this wasn't one of their members.

"You must be here for your free massage," Jamie said, smiling a little wider at the realization. Standing to the side, he gestured down the hall to his work room. "Right this way."

"Free?" The accented tone sounded almost accusatory and Jamie frowned.

"For all Rescue Team members?" he said, elaborating a little when the lapine's expression went from suspicious to confusion. "I offer the first massage for free, as a way to support the Rescue Teams." He gave a short laugh, rubbing the back of his head in embarrassment. "I'm sorry, I guess I thought you must have seen my flyer at the message board."

The lapine gave a slow shake of their head that ended with them jerking a paw up to touch along the left side of their neck.

"No," they said, tone softening at his explanation. "A friend of mine, Lola, mentioned coming to see you." Taking a few ginger steps his way, the lapine stopped in front of him, nose twitching again. "She said you're really good at working out aches and pains."

Jamie nodded, thinking of the Lopunny who visited at least once a week. Based on her eager moans and the way she wiggled her hips and tail, Jamie wasn't quite sure that the Lopunny had any aches, though he did find her to be a bit of a pain. The way she hopped off his table with a sly smile afterwards, for example, along with commentary like, "I really love a 'mon who knows how to use his hands" and "what other types of massages do you know?" wouldn't be quite so bad if not for the not-so-subtle glances she always shot his crotch. The nearly invisible pout when she saw that he wasn't interested was quickly covered up by her scheduling her "next appointment" and the Lopunny trying just a little bit more enthusiastically the next time.

The only thing Jamie could say positively about the situation was that Lola tipped generously and was one of his only regulars.

Brushing those thoughts aside, he just gave a small nod in regards to Lola's compliment.

"Well, I'd be happy to see what I can do for you, Rescue Team Member...?"

The lapine smiled up at him. "Aphra."

"Aphra," he repeated, making sure he had it right. "I'm Jamie and my assistant there," he lifted his chin upward to the Chimecho. "Is Lyra." Seeing that the lapine was more relaxed from when she (the tone of voice implied female so that's what he was going with until told otherwise) had first come in, Jamie once more motioned to his work room. "Why don't we get a look and see what's ailing you today."

As she drew in a breath, giving a slight nod, Jamie let her walk down the hallway first, taking a moment to examine the way she was walking. As he'd first suspected, her body was leaning more heavily on the right side, desperately trying to keep weight off the left.

"If you don't mind me asking," he said, motioning it was alright for her to enter the room on the right, rather than the closed one on the left, when she'd stopped at the open doorway. "Have you seen a healer about your injuries?"

Aphra whirled around, eyes narrowed and words ground sharp from repetition. "Of course!" she snapped, counting out names on her fingers. "Chansey, Aromatisse, Audino..." She shook her head angrily, even as she winced from the pain. "They've done all the can, they said. There's nothing wrong with me that time won't heal.'"

The bitterness was strong enough that Jamie had to stop himself from automatically apologizing, sensing Aphra wouldn't appreciate it.

"In the meantime," she went on, her right hand dropping into a very small, very tight fist. "The pain fluxuates between "sleep all day to avoid it hurting" or "try to do a simple task and have it double up after the attempt."

Tugging on the bottom of her ears, she went on.

"I took a bad hit from a Bone Club on one of our explorations. They were able to heal me but..." Her words were choked out as she reached up to grip the bottoms of her ears, tugging on them like a child would their parent's hand. "I'm not healed."

Gently, Jamie bent to one knee. He wasn't quite eye level with the little 'mon but he was close enough to see the frantic attempts she was making to blink away the moisture from her eyes and the slight swipes she did with her fingers when that failed.

Taking one of her paws in his, as mindful of her fragility as he was of the clay jar in his work space, he gave the tenderest squeeze he could manage.

"Sometimes," he said, not meeting her gaze directly so she could cry, if she wanted, without feeling like he was watching. "When they recover our energy, our bodies retain memories of the injuries we sustained, deep down, within the muscles." Rubbing his thumb along the top of her paw in what he hoped was a soothing gesture, he went on. "So, while we are 'healed' in the sense of no longer being broken or bruised, our muscles don't always feel that way. They still retain the sensation of how it had hurt and, therefore, how it should still hurt. A sort of negative energy, if you will."

At her watery intake of breath, Jamie risked a glance at her face. Her eyes still had a light sheen to them but she appeared to be listening.

"What I do here," he went on, still gently rubbing the fur on her paw. "Is help your muscles to understand that the injury they had is no longer there and to let go of the bad memories, the negative energy, they retain..." He smiled. "As well as to help with the odd little ache and pain that you might not see a healer for or for something they couldn't do much with, like a pinch in your neck from sleeping funny or a pulled muscle from running too fast."

When she blinked and no tears fell, Jamie gave her hand a light pat before releasing it.

"From how you're walking," he said, bracing a hand on the wall to help himself back into a standing position. "I'd say that Bone Club must have struck along your lower back, from left to right?"

"Yes," she said, clearing back her tears with a cough.

"Did something happen along your neck?" he asked, shutting the door behind them as they entered his work room.

Looking from the table to the chair, Aphra remained standing as she answered.

"After the club hit me, I twisted midair, trying to avoid hitting the cave wall." Lips pinched tightly together, frowned to herself. "I was using Agility when it struck me... I wasn't able to avoid hitting the wall but I turned midway and curled up, to reduce the impact."

"No pain before then?" he asked, just to make sure.

"No," she answered, voice firm.

"Okay." Moving to his table, he used his foot to nudge the small stool he kept under it out to where she could use it. "Hop on up, when you feel ready."

At the darkening look on her face, Jamie hastily explained. "I don't want you to injure yourself further, if we can help it... not that I don't think you couldn't normally get up without the stool."

With a frown at the stool, Aphra finally conceded with a sigh. Stepping up on the stool, she boosted herself up on the table. She was about to lay down on her back when Jamie corrected her.

"On your stomach, if you could, please?"

This time, rather than get mad, Aphra laughed.

"I guess I should have thought as much," she said, in surprisingly good humor.

Turning, body tight as she did so, she finally rested so she was laying on her stomach.

"Thank you," Jamie said, more out of habit than anything as he decided his best course of action.

Given her smaller form, he'd only be able to use one set of hands. His lower set held more power in it than his upper, his upper more accuracy. Given how tiny she was, and this being the first visit, he opted to use his upper arms.

Leaning over, he started with a very light exploration of her shoulders and neck. Feeling the tension along her body, suspecting it wasn't just from her injury, he decided to make small talk while he worked.

"You'll have to forgive me," he said, fingers progressing slowly as he started making a mental map in his head of areas to come back to work on. "I'm not sure what kind of Pokemon you are."

"Does it matter?"

The sharp and bitter tone here seemed odd to Jamie, who could understand it in regards to her pain being dismissed by others but not so much in what kind of species she was.

"Not particularly," he answered. "I had just wondered."

After that, he worked in silence, worried he might say something else that could offend or upset her. As he moved lower down her back, her body squirming under his touch, he opened his mouth to ask if the pressure was too much when she spoke.

"I'm a Bunnelby," she answered, words almost unintelligible given how she was mumbling.

Jamie made a soft sound of acknowledgement, focusing on a particular spot that worried him, given the way the muscle felt. Gingerly feeling around the area, he eased up when she hissed and tried to pull away from his touch.

"I can see why you're hurting," he said, leaving the spot for now as he worked his way down further, checking along her hips to make sure the tenderness wasn't any further.

At her silence, he wondered if she might just be one of his clients who preferred peace and quiet during their massage before her voice whispered,

"Really?"

"Oh, yeah," he answered, finishing up his preliminary sweep. "Besides this spot," he kept his touch very light when indicating the area he felt sure of as the one where she'd been hit. "There's several along here," he let his fingers lightly highlight the areas along the left side of her spine that he'd identified as needing attention. "And these couple right here."

At her neck, he pointed out several spots that felt off to him, especially where her neck and head joined up.

"My guess is, when you hit that wall, it must have been on the same side. There's some spots on the right that are bad off but the left is where you can really see where the pain is."

His head tilted, listening but not hearing a response from her. With a slight shrug to himself, he began to work in earnest on massaging her shoulders and back, intending to save her neck for the end. When her body trembled, he eased his touch for fear of hurting her but the trembling didn't cease.

Using his thumbs to press gently along her spine, he heard her give a broken sob, some of the tension easing from her body.

"It's not just me," she said, words ragged with relief.

"No," he agreed, hoping to soothe her spirit as much as her body. "It's not just you."

Jamie kept the session on the shorter side, one, because the Bunnelby was so tight and tense in areas that he was concerned about causing more harm than good by doing a longer session. Second, with her small size, there really wasn't as much for him to massage without revisiting areas that he'd already evaluated and treated.

After having had Aphra turn so she was facing upward, Jamie began to feel the areas along her neck.

"Relax as much as you can," he said, experience having taught him that most Pokemon did not feel comfortable with his hands along their head and neck. A near strike from a Mighteyna's sharp fangs made habitual, now, to advise his clients, "My only goal is to help you feel better, not worse."

Her chest rose and fell in a quick motion but her body did slowly relax. With a bob of his head, Jamie sunk his fingers deeper into her fur, feeling the bones along her neck. Supporting her head in his hands, he hadn't realized he'd been making any noise until Aphra had asked him, with a hitch in her voice, if everything was okay.

"You're just a bit tight here." He pressed a little more against the neck muscles along her left side, easing his touch when Aphra's feet twitched. "And there's a lot of pressure here."

This time, he pressed along the spot where her neck and head joined.

"Do you get headaches?" he asked, working his thumbs gently along the areas he'd pointed out to her. "Maybe light sensitivity?"

"Yes." Aphra stared up at him, mouth parted enough that he could see her tongue past her buck teeth. "I didn't realize... they're related?"

He shrugged his set of shoulders not in use, continuing the massage.

"I'm no healer but it's something I've come across while working on clients with similar injuries to yours."

Aphra blinked quickly, giving what sounded like a pained sigh but had traces of a laugh whispered into it.

"They all made me feel crazy," she admitted to him, her left paw still tightly grasped while her right one flexed in and out of a fist. "Like, just because they couldn't see it, that it wasn't there."

"I can feel it," Jamie said, repeating his earlier words. "It's not just you."

"I had thought," her words sounded choked before she cleared her throat. "Only if I evolved, maybe then, it would go away. If I was lucky."

"Evolution involves a release of energy which, when strong enough, can help reset the energy from within the body" Jamie answered truthfully. "But I wouldn't go making a change like that unless you wanted to evolve."

Aphra closed her eyes and fell silent for the rest of the massage. Jamie respected her wish for quiet and kept working until he felt there was nothing more to be done for this session. Laying her head back on the table, Jamie took a step back.

"You're welcome to rest here for a few moments," he said, inclining his head when she turned to look at him, eyes only half open. "I would sit up slowly when you're ready. You might feel lightheaded, it's normal. Just take your time."

Giving another nod, he excused himself from his work room, shutting the door gently behind him to allow her whatever time she needed. He wasn't exactly booked back to back and, even if he was, it was better not to rush a client.

Rubbing his hands together, Jamie walked down the hall with the intent of stepping into the washroom before Aphra came out. He gave a habitual glance at the waiting room, unsurprised that there was no one in it considering he hadn't heard Lyra's chime but slightly hopeful he'd perhaps missed her alert.

Lyra waved her tail his way, sending a mental impression of "all is well" and an inquiry.

Chuckling to himself, Jamie allowed his satisfaction at being able to help Aphra come to the forefront of his mind, amplifying it so that Lyra was able to easily pick up on the sensation. With a pleasant chime, she sent a barrage of sensations (happiness, excitement, and a few others) that he worked on interpreting as he stepped into the washroom.

A small basin was mounted to the wall, a pump that the prior owner had either installed themselves or had done. Part of the reason Jamie had bought this building, small as it was, had to do with this pump. Fresh water wasn't so easy to come by, not without making a trip to the river or spring. With a few pumps, he had all the water he needed for his table and his clients.

Running his hands under the cool water, Jamie reached for the bar of soap that he'd purchased from Molly's store. The faint scent of honey and milk wafted up from the bubbles, sweet enough to make up for the mental shielding Jamie had to do for himself to avoid thinking of where the Miltank had likely gotten the milk to make it.

Feeling his cheeks heating, he rinsed the last of the suds off and had been reaching for the cloth he had hanging off the wall to dry his hands when Lyra's shrill chime coincided with the mental panic that ripped through his mind.

Leaving the towel, charging through the door, the frame protested as made way for him to pass. Jamie made a sound that wasn't quite a roar as he filled the waiting room, ready to fight and defend Lyra.

"Is that how you greet all your 'clients'?"

From the dry tones and the relaxed stance the Sawk had, Curt felt himself in no danger from Jamie. A quick glance let Jamie see that Lyra was unharmed, though her tail was lashing as angrily as any Meowth's and she was letting loose with a stream of chimes that Jamie felt certain wouldn't be appropriate for young Chinglings to hear.

"Could be why he doesn't have any," Burnie muttered, the Throh almost unnoticed behind Curt.

Jamie held his tongue, folding his lower arms while keeping his upper set loose and ready. While he'd rather not have a fight that wouldn't keep him from throwing the two out, if needed. Rolling back his upper shoulders, he offered a smile that probably passed more for "pissed" than "pleasant."

"How can I help you two?" Jamie asked, standing in such a way that prevented them from entering further into his waiting area.

"We were thinking, Burnie and I, of doing a Dungeon," the Sawk said, giving a half shrug. "Thought we'd see if you wanted to join." He rubbed his blue fingers together. "Earn some Poké."

"For once," Burnie said, voice just high enough that Jamie could hear it.

"While I appreciate," Jamie smiled harder on that word, his lips pulling back to show more teeth than what would be considered good manners, "you two thinking of me, I'm not in a Rescue Team nor am I interested in joining yours."

His temper rose on the last word, having thought he'd made himself clear the last several times they'd asked.

"Now," he said, voice deepening into a rumble as he stood a little taller. "If you two would like to sign up for a massage," Jamie flexed all four of his arms. "I would be more than happy to oblige you."

"Oh, yeah," Curt said, lips narrowing into a thin, smug smile. "Because the first one is free, right?"

Burnie gave a snort and shuffled into silence when Curt made a sharp motion with his hand. Jamie curled his lip back, making a note to himself to check and make sure his flyer was still on the message board after he closed up for the day.

Leaning forward, as if he intended to rest a hand on Jamie's shoulder, Curt made the smart choice to wave his hand instead.

"Come on, now," the Sawk said, voice soft and almost agreeable. "We Fighting types should stick together. We're built for fighting not," his hand made a wider wave, encompassing the room. "Whatever it is you're doing here."

Jamie opened his mouth to snap back at the two to get out, more because of the silent and intense focus Lyra was suddenly giving them then the words they were saying. A faint blue aura was swirling around the Chimecho and the last thing Jamie wanted was having Curt and Burnie bad mouthing him or Lyra for attacking or injuring them.

He was just getting his command out for them to leave when something soft brushed by his leg. Standing between him and the other two fighters, Aphra was like a well meaning but very foolish pebble amongst boulders. Ears raised, either in anger or to make herself appear taller, the Bunnelby gave an angry stomp with her foot.

"You two!" She pointed a paw at each of them, then the door. "Should go. Now!"

Curt and Burnie craned their necks down to look at her before Burnie snorted and Curt looked back up to Jamie, his single brow raising.

"Maybe we don't need him on our team, if he's willing to let a fluff speak for him," Curt said, the smirk forming on his face finally piercing through Jamie's self control.

Unwilling to let the insult slide, Jamie took a step forward without fully considering his actions. Before Curt could meet him in a confrontation that would likely tear up the inside of his waiting room, two things happened.

The first was Aphra moving in a fluid motion that Jamie wouldn't have thought her capable of, given the tension and pain he'd felt along her body. Before the three Fighting types could anticipate and interrupt her actions, she'd sprung upward and closed the height difference between herself and Curt. Turning mid-air, her ears whipped around with her and struck Curt -One! Two!- in a Double Slap across his face.

More from startlement then pain, Curt flailed and fell back, stumbling into Burnie.

The second was Lyra giving a single, high pitched chime. The swirling blue light around her formed around the door, yanking it open. At the same time, there was a feeling of a shove pushing through the room. While Jamie and Aphra felt it pass over them without impact, it slammed into Curt and Burnie, helping them finish their tumble backwards, out the door. With a forceful slam of the door, the lock clicked into place and the "Open" sign flipped to "Closed."

There were some bangs on the door before Curt and Burnie must have given up, either enraged, embarrassed, or just not wanting to draw more attention to themselves.

Once things quieted, Jamie glanced down to the little lapine.

Aphra's breathing was labored and he knelt down, moving a hand to offer her support but stopping short of touching her back, unsure she'd welcome his touch at the moment.

"Are you okay?" he asked, concerned she might have pulled something in her back with her stunt.

To his surprise, she gave him a grin.

"I haven't been able to do that move in over a year." She gave a laugh and fell back to sit on the floor, rocking and lifting her head back to look at Lyra. "And you! That was great!"

Lyra's blue aura began to subside, a tired but happy chime ringing out at the praise.

Still smiling, Aphra looked up at him and Jamie felt a surge of protectiveness that blindsided him. Unsure what to make of it at the moment, he brushed the feeling aside to sit down beside the Bunnelby.

"Thank you," he said, once he'd worked out what he wanted to say. "I'm sorry you had to see that."

"What was that, exactly?" Aphra asked, her rocking stopping as she shifted on her hips, waited for her answer.

Jamie shifted his shoulders, uncomfortable with the question but figuring he owed her some explanation for her "rescue" of him.

"Curt and Burnie are part of Team Fight." Jamie paused, correcting himself. "Curt and Burnie are Team Fight."

"And they think you should be a part of Team Fight?" Aphra offered, indicating how much of the conversation she'd heard.

At his nod, Aphra gave the most non-threatening growl Jamie had ever heard.

"You should report them to the Guild Leader," Aphra said, moving a paw to rub against the left side of her neck. Frowning slightly as he watched the motion, still concerned she'd over done things, Jamie almost missed her next words. "Captain would make them think twice about their actions."

Jamie had heard of the Carbink Aphra was referring to, even seen him around town once or twice in passing. They'd never stopped to talk and Jamie found himself reluctant to have their first interaction be him complaining about Team Fight.

"It's not a big deal," Jamie finally said. Seeing Aphra drawing herself up to argue, Jamie gave a curt shake of his head. "Really. They've stuck to words for now and, so long as it stays that way, I'd rather not give cause for them to get even nastier." He smiled, hoping to soothe Aphra's obvious displeasure with his answer. "Besides, now that Lyra knows who they are, she can keep them out. Right, Lyra?"

The Chimecho gave an enthused, almost violent chime of agreement.

Aphra gave a huff, clearly not agreeing but no longer inclined to argue about it. From the way her ears were beginning to droop, she was gradually beginning to relax. While Jamie didn't want to say anything to get her fur up, he did feel that he should offer to let her stay for a time, just to make sure Curt and Burnie had left.

While Aphra's lips twisted in displeasure (more from the thought of Curt and Burnie, he hoped, than the idea of staying with him and Lyra), she agreed with a second, smaller huff.

Rising for a moment, Jamie went to the washroom. Thankful, not for the first time, that he had more arms than most 'mon, he easily filled and carried three cups of water for him and the two females.

Lifting one towards Lyra, he let go only once her blue aura had a firm and steady grasp on the cup. As she floated it to herself to drink, Jamie sat back down to offer the second one to Aphra. Despite her uncertainty, she took the cup.

"After a massage," Jamie explained, "it's important to drink a lot of water. It helps to flush the negative energies from the body."

"Drinking water alone wouldn't do that?" she asked, taking a long draw of the water anyway.

"To a degree," Jamie agreed, having a smaller sip. "But the massage helps loosen the hold the negative energies have on the body. The more water you drink, the more it will flush them free of your system."

Aphra made a small hum, drinking a little more.

Holding his cup between two hands, Jamie waited for her to finish before clearing his throat.

"I still feel badly about earlier," he said, watching her nose twitch once in acknowledgement. "I'd appreciate if you'd allow me to make up this visit for you by doing your next massage for free."

Aphra set her cup down, staring him straight in the eyes.

"That," she said, putting a little force into the word. "Wasn't your fault."

For one so small, Jamie couldn't understand how Aphra's gaze was able to pin him under a weight he felt uncomfortable with.

"Still," he said, trying to brush it off. "I wouldn't want to this visit to be your last because of it."

Leaving her cup on the floor, Aphra stood. While Jamie could still tell her movements were restricted, he was pleased to see they weren't as restrained as before. Stopping just before him, the lapine placed a paw on the free hand resting loosely on his leg.

Giving his finger a squeeze in her small paw, her grip stronger than he'd have thought, he found his gaze flowing from her hand to her arm, along her neck, until it stopped to meet her scarlet eyes.

"I will, of course, be coming back." She gave another, firmer squeeze before releasing his hand. "And I will be paying. Full price."

When Jamie started to protest, the tilt of her head and the way she seemed to be gauging the distance between her ears and his face made him shut up.

"You're selling yourself and your services short," she said, voice firm before she gave a grin. "And I would know, right?"

Jamie couldn't help the light chuckle that came from himself at her words. When a smile eased the frown and concern away from her face, his mirth dried up. The urge to reach out and touch her was so strong he felt himself leaning forward, as if to do that, but stopped himself. Swallowing once, then twice, he took a large gulp of water to loosen his throat enough he could speak.

"If you're sure..." At her nod and the determination that sparkled in her eyes, he felt himself smiling as he stood, going to take a look at the notes on his desk. "Well, when would you like to come in?"

*****

"Right there!" the excited gasp and wiggle of lapine hips made Jamie focus even harder at the task at hand. "Yes!"

Rolling his eyes, thankful that Lola was facing the table and not him, he worked on the spot she'd indicated, ignoring the throaty moan she gave in response. He wanted to ask if she had to sound quite so lusty during her massage but, again, as one of his few regulars he didn't want to upset her enough that she stopped coming... to get a massage, that was.

At Lyra's chime from the waiting room, Jamie breathed out a sigh of relief, glad the Lopunny's time was done.

The displeased whimper she gave, along with the pout, as he pulled his hands back made him smile. While Lola was rather vocal about her massages, there was no denying that she truly enjoyed them.

And, so long as she enjoyed them just short of leaving a wet mess on his table to clean, Jamie would be happy to keep providing them.

"Sit up slowly," he reminded her, already moving back to go and get washed up.

"So cold," Lola sighed, giving a mix of a yawn and a moan as she stretched, arching her bottom up into the air while her tail gave a pleased twitch.

Turning his head aside, his cheeks burning despite feeling he should be used to such displays by now, he missed his chance to slip out the door before Lola hopped off the table.

"You know, you can always use me as your soft, furry blanket," she said, giving a wink.

"I need to wash up," Jamie said, stepping hurriedly out of the room.

"You know, what would look great on you?" Lola asked, following after him with a giggle.

Walking backwards, knowing better than to turn his back to a predator, Jamie stopped only when he almost fell on his desk.

Prowling up to him, a sway to her hips like a pleased Persian, Lola stopped just in front of him. Pressing her fingers lightly along his stomach, walking them up to his chest, she suddenly twirled and rested her back against him, tucking herself in the crook of his arm. Tilting her head back to look up at him, she smiled even wider.

"Me."

The door opened and Jamie turned his head, more distracted by the fact that Lyra hadn't made a peep. From the matching expressions of the Chimecho and Aphra, who had just entered, it was out of shock.

A little less politely than he might have otherwise, he pushed the Lopunny away from himself. However, given he was still careful not to shove her so hard she was injured, he wasn't sure how it came across.

"Aphra!" Lola flung her arms up in glee, bouncing over without a care. "How good to see you!"

Lyra gave a sheepish chime, apparently just now aware that Aphra was here.

"You too," the Bunnelby said, stepping aside when it looked like Lola was going to pick her up for a hug and a spin.

"Are you here for a massage, too?" Lola went on, not minding the maneuver. "Jamie is the best, isn't he?!"

At Aphra's glance his way, Jamie hastily pushed himself away from his desk.

"I'll be with you in a moment, Aphra. I need to get the table cleaned." Realizing how his words could be taken, he hastily tacked on. "From Lola's massage." Groaning with understanding that saying that really hadn't helped, he tried one more time. "Like usual-"

Deciding that fleeing was really his only safe option at this point, Jamie made a break for the back room, figuring he could wipe the table down before he cleaned his hands. Taking his time even more so than normal, he washed the table three times, trying not to decipher words out of the feminine voices still chatting in his waiting room.

When Lyra gave her chime that someone had left, Jamie could only hope that it was Lola and not Aphra who'd gone.

Making his way back to the waiting room, he paused, readying himself before looking around the corner. Seeing Aphra sitting in her preferred spot, chatting away with Lyra, Jamie absently rubbed at the spot in the middle of his chest where his anxiety was slowly uncoiling. Taking a breath, trying to hasten the stress away that Lola had caused, he stepped out with a smile.

"I just need to get my hands washed and we'll be all set, Aphra."

"The table is all clean, then?" she asked, pausing her conversation with Lyra to look his way.

Jamie wasn't sure how to interpret her tone or her gaze so he just gave a nod and rushed into the washroom. He ended up washing one set of hands twice on accident while trying to figure out what Aphra might have been thinking.

Drying them thoroughly, having no other way to delay and still not reaching an answer, Jamie decided just to take her words at face value and hope for the best.

"All set," he said, figuring if he forced sounding cheerful enough then he might come to feel that way. "Ready to go?"

Aphra slid off the bench. Jamie was pleased to see her movements had grown even smoother. He could still feel the tenderness along her back and neck but, after so many visits, he was pleased to note that they were growing smaller.

"How are you feeling?" he asked, ushering her back to his work room.

"Pretty good," she answered, her tone more subdued than he was used to.

Concerned about how Aphra might have taken Lola's actions, Jamie wasn't quite sure what he could say that wouldn't sound like a lie or an excuse. Mulling it over, he opted not to say anything for the moment, much as it sat heavily in his gut to do so.

"Why don't you hop up and we'll get started," he said instead.

Before Jamie could move the stool out for her, Aphra crouched and sprung up, her paws coming down on the edge of the table and allowing her to pull herself up with a kick or two of her back legs. Maybe it was Lola's teasing behavior that allowed his mind to wander where it did but Jamie couldn't deny that the kick of Aphra's legs made her ass sway and tempt him more than the Lopunny's clinging ever had.

Half in anticipation, half in dread, Jamie moved closer.

"Lay down." Realizing the brusque command in his words, he cleared his throat with a cough. "When you're ready."

Aphra's eyes, dark to the point of being maroon, held his. Still unable to determine what she was thinking, Jamie only felt a sense of relief when she obliged.

Normally, they would talk about the missions Aphra had been on recently or how Jamie's business was doing. Today, silence hugged the room like an invisible Snorlax.

Curling his fingers tightly before relaxing them, Jamie moved his lower arms forward. Given how well Aphra had been doing, he'd been switching from high pressure to low pressure, depending on the visit or even the session. As the last visit had mostly been pinpointing the changes in the afflicted areas, this one would be focused more on a deep, heavy massage.

Once his fingers sank into her warm fur, however, it was as though his hands had taken on a mind of their own. While they still ran along her body, the pressure wasn't near as firm as what he'd intended. Instead, they stroked along her soft fur, tracing her shoulder blades with his thumbs before travelling down her spine.

Since she'd set Curt on his ass, Jamie hadn't seen another display of her power. Yet, with each visit, he could feel the strength growing within her small form. While no Lucario, Jamie could sense enough to tell that, as her pain lessened, her energy flow had improved. Even the stillness of her body couldn't hide the might of her spirit.

The spirit she allowed him to hold in his hands.

Trying to regain some sense of focus, Jamie pressed his palms along her hips, using the leverage to dig his thumbs in just above her tail. Aphra never moaned, nor wiggled, like Lola. Her softly drawn breaths and cut off whimpers, however, did more to Jamie's control than any breathy sound the Lopunny had uttered.

It made him wonder, if Aphra let go, just what kind of sounds she could really make.

Forcing his gaze past the underside of her tail and what temptations he could only imagine buried under her silver fur, Jamie moved his hands upward, hoping her upper back would offer less temptation than her hips.

Some tension ebbed away from her body as his hands moved, his fingers still offering more of a caress than a massage. Closing his eyes, he could almost feel her heart beating through her back. A matching pulse shot through his groin as she leaned into his touch, his fingers spreading along the sides of her ribs. When she turned her head, looking back over her shoulder at him, her ear slipped.

Jamie found himself unable to look away from the shorter, finer fur along her neck, now exposed to him.

With his upper right hand, he leaned it down, tracing a single finger from the underside of her chin down her throat, stopping just at her collar bone. His whole hand could encompass her neck with room to spare, she was that small.

Rather than terrifying him, as the thought of how easily he could harm her should, he felt that same urge of protectiveness that had welled up when Curt and Burnie had intruded on her first visit. The urge to take her in his arms and hold her to him, keep her near him, was almost suffocating.

Turning his hand, her face leaned into the touch of his palm, her eyes lifting from the black cloth that did little to hide the swelling of his cock under it. While cupping her cheek in his right palm, Jamie used his last free hand to brush along the edge of her ear that had fallen back. The heat of her ear burned along his finger tips, the silken fur here softer than even that of her neck. Her lips moved, the sound lost to him as Lyra's chime announced his next customer having entered the building.

Just barely able to pull his eyes away from hers, Jamie took a step back, his fingers reluctantly leaving the warmth of her fur. Keeping his gaze down, uncertain what he should say or even do, he was thankful when Aphra spoke.

"Ah'll," she paused to hop down off the table, her accent thicker than he'd ever heard it. "See yah next week, yah?"

Cock aching, begging him to find a way to coax Aphra back on the table so they could find out if his table might serve a more intimate function, Jamie just nodded his head. He was able to glimpse her telltale silver fur as she slipped silently across the room, the door opening and shutting behind her with a quick but muffled thump.

Unable to resist, he let a hand drift downward, brushing a thumb along the barely restrained length of his shaft. Thoughts of Aphra's small mouth trying to work its way around his dick made his balls ache and reinforced the fact that he'd not be able to function until he took care of it.

Knowing his time was short before Lyra started her impatient scolding and his pre left a wet stain on his shorts he'd have no way of explaining away, Jamie slipped his finger down his waistband and pulled. The material caught on his cock but a firm yank had it popping free. Grasping his shaft within his hand, he leaned back against the wall, trying to hurry his climax along as quickly as he could. Thoughts of Aphra on her back, legs spread open for him helped. So did imagining her on her stomach, pushing her hips up and into his hands. What finally made him gasp, just barely remembering to grab something to keep his cum from spilling on the floor, was how he was certain she'd mouthed his name, just as Lyra had given her call.

Warmth, and some sanity, now washing over him, Jamie flushed and hastily put the blue vase back on its table. The passiflora looked properly ruffled from his impromptu invasion but nothing seemed to give away he'd just used the vase as a hasty cumdump.

Yanking his shorts back into place, he was just able to hastily finish wiping the table down for the next client when Lyra began to start her warning chimes.

*****

Jamie frowned at the notes on his desk. Shuffling the papers around, discarding old ones and arranging current ones, he still had the same answer as before, just fewer papers.

Lyra gave a two note inquiry which Jamie reluctantly answered.

"Aphra was supposed to be here last week," he touched the one outdated note he hadn't thrown out. "But she hasn't been in."

Lyra made a chime that was the lyrical equivalent of a shrug.

"She's never missed an appointment." Jamie left the note on his desk, walking around to stand in the main part of the waiting room, staring up at Lyra. "I don't suppose she might have ducked in while I was in the back and cancelled?"

Lyra's tail waved back and forth in dismissal.

"No, huh?"

Maybe it was his own unease, thinking back to the less than professional massage he'd given Aphra the last time, but Jamie couldn't help but blame himself. Even now, remembering Aphra's half lidded scarlet eyes gazing up at his, he couldn't help the desire he felt building to touch the more intimate areas of her body.

Rubbing his thumb against his index finger, trying to recall the silken feel of her ear, he gave his head a shake.

"Let's close early," he decided.

Lyra dropped down from the ceiling, floating midair before him. Tail reaching to touch his forehead, he gave a laugh and brushed it gently aside.

"I'm not sick," he said, rolling his eyes as she made a more insistent pass with her tail.

Holding still, eyes staring upward at the ceiling while he waited, Lyra finally gave an agreeing chime and a bob which was close enough to a nod for her. Still, not content to leave it at that, she gave a series of additional chimes, teetering from high to low, as she went on about making sure he drank enough water, had a good meal, went to bed early, and so on as Jamie all but pushed her and himself out the door.

Firmly shutting it behind him, Lyra gave a flap of her tail, her blue aura shimmering in front of the door in the form of a modified Safeguard that wouldn't drop until Jamie or herself made their way back.

"Have a good evening, Lyra," Jamie said, giving his next words a bit more force when it seemed like the Chimecho intended to follow him. "I'll see you tomorrow."

Bobbing like a ball lost amongst the ocean waves, Lyra gave one more flap of her tail before floating higher up. When she paused, Jamie made one last shooing motion and she seemed content to float off on her way.

Smiling to himself, unable to feel anything but a sort of warm mirth at his friend's concern, the feelings slowly faded to a cool ash of worry, his thoughts wandering back to Aphra. He'd like to think he'd have heard if something had gone wrong with one of her recent missions, the town being so small and all, but there was no guarantee.

Determined to distract himself, Jamie started to head toward the Sage Brothers'. Normally, he wouldn't spend the money when he could buy his own berries for dinner but there was something to be said about the flavor and combination the three primates could come up with. As a rare treat, he could indulge this once.

*****

"Do you lift?" Without waiting for his answer, Lola giggled and went on. "Because I'm hoping you'll pick me up!"

"Same time next week, Lola?" Jamie asked, trying to muster up any form of enthusiasm as he started to write down her appointment information at his desk.

At her silence, Jamie forced himself to look up. He wasn't quite sure what he'd expected but the thoughtful, concerned look wasn't it. Rather than the bubbly, energetic manner that he was used to, Lola spoke quietly.

"You haven't seen her, have you?"

Her words came like a soft jab to his midsection.

"Who?" he asked, not willing to believe Lola might know something when he'd not heard from or seen Aphra for almost three weeks.

Tossing her head, her ears swaying on either side of her, Lola pinned him down with a sharp gaze that made him squirm.

"Who?" she repeated, tilting her head at an angle that made it feel as if she was looking down at him, even though he was the taller of the two. "Well," she said finally, shrugging to herself. "My mistake then. Thinking the two of you had something."

She was turning to leave when Jamie reached out, leaning over the desk to catch her by the arm. At Lola's cool glance to his hand, he hastily yanked it back, muttering an apology.

"I suppose you do care," she said, nose twitching in a way that painfully reminded him of Aphra.

"What do you know?" he asked, not wanting to piss her off again but needing answers.

Drawing in a breath that made her chest rise, Lola tapped a foot twice before appearing to come to a conclusion.

"I was going to meet someone at the Sage Brothers', given her face has been as long as a Rapidash's but, perhaps, if you went in my place, it might do a bit more good than if I did."

"Lyra!" Jamie shouted, scrambling around the desk. "Would you lock up, please?"

Passing by Lola, he paused. Reaching out before she could react, he grabbed her and lifted her up, giving her a tight hug before putting the stunned and sputtering Lopunny back down.

"Consider yourself 'picked up,'" he said, grinning to himself as her laughter followed him on the way out.

What should have been a short dash to the Sage Brothers' was taking him longer than he imagined. Either a big mission had just gotten done or there was some celebration going on that Jamie wasn't aware of because the town was bursting at the seams with 'mon he'd never seen before.

Repeated words of "excuse me" and "pardon me" became an almost chant as he kept his arms lifted and shimmied out of the way as best he could in the direction of the Sage Brothers'. He had just about made it when a familiar voice whispered its way over the sounds of the crowd.

Fists clenched, Sage Brothers' in sight, Jamie involuntarily turned his head, following the condescending voice of Curt.

The Sawk was leaning an arm over a Pokemon, resting it on a building, preventing the Pokemon from easily escaping. Jamie couldn't make out what Pokemon it was, due to the crowd and Burnie, standing at his usual position off at Curt's side. From how they were nestled between the two buildings, most Pokemon wouldn't notice them unless they were looking or the trio did something to draw their attention.

Changing his direction, forcing the crowd to flow around him this time, Curt's words became clearer as Jamie grew nearer.

"You were just an average Pokemon before," Curt said, his smile made unfriendly by the scorn in his eyes. "Now, you're a dirty average."

Curt's hand drifted down, reaching to touch the silver ear of the Pokemon he'd trapped against the building.

Jamie's bellow made Curt's head jerk up. The motion wasn't enough to save Curt from the Pokemon's opposite ear slamming upward into his chin, sending him stumbling backwards. Curt reached to touch the spot out of shock before taking a threatening step forward.

Which was as far as he got.

Reaching forward, Jamie's upper set grabbed the Sawk's shoulders, pinning his arms at his side, while Jamie's lower arms gripped him at his waist. Lifting him upward, easily hefting him above his head and over it, Jamie leaned further back while lunging all of his weight ahead in one massive step. Snapping his arms forward at the same time he slammed his foot into the ground, he sent Curt flying with a Seismic Toss. If the Sawk was lucky, he'd clear the trees and hit the nearby lake without too much damage to him. If not, well...

Either way, he was unlikely to trouble Jamie again.

Fingers curling to fists, Jamie whirled to where Burnie had last been standing, both sets of arms pulled back and ready to punch or grab but the red Pokemon was already plodding quickly towards the direction Jamie'd thrown Curt. Lip curling, thankful the Throh had chosen to follow his partner rather than running the opposite way into the crowd, Jamie rolled his shoulders, preparing to face the 'mon he was sure had been drawn by his bellow and the scene.

Rather than a hoard of angry, accusing Pokemon, a large and mostly opaque screen met Jamie's sight. Like a Spinarak web, it hung between the two buildings, effectively blocking anyone's vision from what had transpired.

A heavy jab to his chest made him reach a hand, a brush of warm fur slipping by as he did.

"I had everything under control, yah know?"

Rubbing the spot, he looked down. Familiar crimson eyes were glaring at him from an unfamiliar height.

Reaching a hand forward, her ear jerked away from his touch. Letting his hand lower, he got his first good look at Aphra.

The small lapine had grown almost three times as tall but, rather than the slender frame of her Lopunny kin, Aphra had figure that was curving and shapely. Jamie could feel his fingers aching to trace and learn her new form and flexed them once before focusing on the cause of Aphra's anger.

"I know," he said, giving her a small smile, remembering her slapping Curt the first time she'd met him. "But I couldn't help myself."

Her ears, larger but fitting of her new size, moved to hide her face but not before he saw a pleased, answering smile on her lips.

Slower this time, he leaned a hand forward, the tightness along his back easing as his fingers brushed against the outside of her ear. Half shutting his eyes, Jamie drank in the feel of her.

"You were gone," he swallowed, trying to keep the emotion from his voice. "For a long time."

Her eyes peeked out as her ears drooped, one of her paws reaching to fiddle with the edge of it.

"I..." her voice was barely above a whisper. "I wasn't sure you'd... still feel the same about me. Now." Her paw tugged roughly at her ear. "That I'm bigger."

A second hand joined the first, then his third and fourth hand were lightly touching along her ears, then the back of her head and her sides, anywhere they could. Focusing, he was able to bring one of his hands to her paw, taking it gently away from playing with her ear and lower it. Resting it against his groin, he let her know exactly how the sight and feel of her made him feel.

Ears parting, her face tilted up to look at him, her throat readily bared for him.

Aphra gave a little gasp then a giggle, her paw still on his cock as it jumped at the sight.

"I don't suppose your Protect is portable," Jamie asked, giving a weak groan when he felt her paw squeeze around him. "Because exhibition isn't really my thing and this," he gave a purposeful flex just to hear her soft laughter again. "Isn't going to go away any time soon."

"I might be able to do something," Aphra said, her eyes moving away from his crotch look up at him. "But, given the level of concentration I'll need to maintain it," her gaze drifted away, her teeth briefly biting into her lower lip before she continued, "I'd need you to, ah, carry me."

Jamie snorted, causing Aphra to flinch.

"Is that all?" he asked, uncertain why she'd flinched.

Rubbing her ear with her paw, she gave a nod, still not looking his way.

Uncertain for a moment, Jamie shook off his hesitation and knelt down. Before Aphra could fully fathom what he was doing, he'd scooped her up into his arms, cradling her with as much ease as had lifted the Sawk.

"Anything else, princess?" he teased, using a free hand to tug her ear.

The narrowed eyes should have been a clue but he was caught completely off guard when she leaned up, whispering against the equivalent of his ear (his tympanum, to be precise).

"How about, after this run, you help me stretch out?"

The groan he gave was, in part, from the pain of the line and, also, in part from the shifting of her hips against his hands as he held her.

This "run" wouldn't be getting over fast enough.

That being said, it was less of a run and more of a hasty jog as Jamie worked his way back to his shop. Rather than taking the main paths, he stuck to the lesser used ones, hoping to avoid as many Pokemon as he could. Unfortunately, there was no backdoor for him to sneak into so he did have to slip to the front. Thankfully, Aphra's Protect blurred them enough that, being quick, Jamie was able to get Lyra's Safeguard to drop and slip in before any Pokemon became the wiser of them.

Shutting the door behind him harder than he'd meant to, hasily swiping at the lock, Jamie started towards the hallway, intending to get her into the spare room that doubled as his sleeping quarters so they could at least have a bed but Aphra took matters into her own paws.

Arching up in his arms, she placed a nip along his neck that made all good intentions of making it to the bedroom vanish. Stumbling forward, past his benches, he adjusted Aphra from a cradle so that she was facing him. As her legs wrapped around his waist, his upper forearms all but slammed against the wall as his lower hands moved to support her by cupping her ass. He doubted he even needed to, from the strength he felt flowing around him from her legs, but he was too eager to finally sink his hands into the thick fur and thicker thighs of her new form.

Still, he did have enough restraint, barely, to make a hissed inquiry about her back.

Her cheeks rounded as she smiled, answering him with an unencumbered arch that brushed her heat against his.

Needing no further encouragement, Jamie answered her grind with his own, causing Aphra to lean back, pressing her shoulders against the wall. Leaning past her ears, Jamie captured her lips with his own, teasing the bottom one with his teeth.

"Wanted this," he growled out, giving a firm squeeze of her ass. "Wanted you."

"Even when I was a Bunnelby?" she said, doubt more than evident by the tilt of her head and the way her brow pinched.

Moving to her exposed throat, his teeth bit into her fur as he grunted an agreement, making her nails dig into his lower shoulders as she gasped.

"How would that have even worked?" she asked, breath almost as hot against his cheek as her moist, warm folds were kissing through the cloth of his briefs.

"Lots of stretching," he said, grinning as Aphra leaned her head back against the wall with a groan.

Chuckling, he kissed along her neck until her sound of exasperation turned throatier. The eager way she rode against his concealed cock made him wish he had an extra set of hands to yank the thin material down with, wanting to plunge into her without taking the time to adjust. Aphra must have been as impatient as he was because she slipped one hand from his shoulder down along his chest before catching her claws on his waistband. With an awkward tug, she tried to get the material past his cock but, given the tightness between them, it wouldn't slip free. Jamie was just about to pull away to try and give her some more room to work with when Aphra gave a frustrated growl and yanked hard enough that Jamie heard the rip before the material parted, giving his cock the room it needed to spring free.

Aphra didn't offer an apology, just wiggled her hips lower so that the head of Jamie's cock was kissing her welcoming cunt. Pressing her tighter to the wall, Jamie gave a grunt as he slammed up into her, digging his fingers further into her ass as he sank into her wet heat. Aphra gave a high pitched gasp, loud enough that Jamie held back from continuing to fuck her until the lapine began to pump herself on and off of his cock.

Aphra leaned closer to him, her forearms resting on his shoulders as she alternated between kissing and biting his neck, only pausing to gasp when he sunk deep enough within her to hit bottom.

"Like that?" he asked, smiling when she bit him, hard, as a response.

Giving a murmur of pleased understanding, Jamie spread her ass with his hands and gave a few quick pumps. Aphra was wet enough that he could hear himself fucking her with each motion, the sloppy sounds loud in the otherwise quiet waiting room.

"Would you like it to feel even better?"

She lay off her nipping to give him an incredulous look.

Grinning in response, Jamie used the wall to support her. Lower hands still supporting her ass, Jamie lifted her a little higher up while bending his knees. With his upper arms, he positioned her legs to bend over his lower arms rather than his waist.

"Don't drop me!" Aphra hissed, her nails sinking in to his back while she clung to his neck.

"I won't," he promised, moving his upper arms to support her back once he stepped away from the wall.

Using his knees more than his back, he gave some swift thrusts upward that had Aphra crying out each time slammed back down onto his cock. The sound of his flesh hitting hers combined with the wet noises of his entering her enticed him into going faster. Aphra leaned back, causing his arms to move up from around her ass to grab around her upper thighs. Supporting her as such, Jamie was able to let his upper hands move to stroke along the fur of her shoulders and chest. When coming across two symmetrical, small bumps buried under her fur, he gave a playful pinch that had Aphra arching with a sharp squeal. Her inner walls tightened around him, wetness splashing against his midsection as her body stiffened.

Holding himself back, he adjusted his arms to better support her, waiting until her body became lax again and her breathing became steady again.

"Want to try another position?" he asked, giving a leisurely pump inside her.

At her eager moan and wiggle, Jamie bent down enough for her to get her legs down from his arms and back onto the ground. His cock slid easily out, their combined juices dripping off onto the floor. He absently thought about cleaning it later before gently guiding Aphra to lean her chest up against the wall.

The way she looked over her shoulder at him reminded him of when she was a Bunnelby on his table, those same half lidded eyes making his cock jump.

"So, what kind of Pokemon are you?" he asked, half curious, half distracted as he slid his lower hands down along her sides to pry her ass gently apart.

"Really?" she asked, the tail end of her question becoming a gasp as he slipped his dick in her from behind. "You're ash-asking that no-how?" Her stuttered words were tied in with his cock thrusting within her.

Giving a light hum as his answer, Jamie moved his upper right hand to grip at the base of her ears. With a firm but gentle tug, he forced her head back as he kept rocking his hips, his bottom hands moving to grab her wrists and pull her arms back. Like this, her ass was pressed hard against his crotch while he fucked her, head having to lean back while her chest jutted forward.

"I could always stop," Jamie offered, slowing down his thrusting until he had all but ceased moving. "If you're too distracted to answer."

Aphra tried shoving herself back, fucking herself on him, but a simple adjustment of moving his lower hands so that they not only held her wrists but kept her bottom from bouncing stopped that.

"Diggersby," she finally growled out. "Now, will you keep fucking me, already?!"

"Good girl," Jamie said, smiling at the few colorful words Aphra let out before he went from non-existent pacing of before into a full throttle hammering.

Body bouncing and swaying with his motions, Aphra was held mostly in place by Jamie's hands on her wrists and ears. He hadn't been fully sure if she'd like her ears being held, having only one of Lola's flirtatious remarks to go off of, but if the way she was letting her tongue hang out was any indicator, Aphra was greatly enjoying the treatment.

Giving a tug every now and then, when Jamie felt like her head was drifting too far forward, he kept pumping into her, enjoying her eager wiggles when she went on her tippy-toes to try and get more of him within her.

Feeling a familiar build up, Jamie moved his hand quickly from her ears to have both his upper hands shift down to her rounded stomach while the lower hands moved from her wrists to her hips. He could hear her breath catch when he began slamming deeper within her, holding her body steady as she quivered against him.

"Almost there," he gasped out, feeling his cock giving a warning pulse right as he said the words.

With a groan, he moved his arms around her, pulling her as tightly against his body as he could before his balls clenched. The pressure released in an uncontrollable wave that caught Aphra up in its current, her body squeezing in response to his cock's spasms and releasing her own desires along with his.

Unsteady on his feet, Jamie found himself staggering, throwing up a hand to brace himself on the wall to keep from falling while the other three supported Aphra.

Resting his head on her shoulder, he gave a quiet groan. "I'd meant for us to get to the bed."

"That could be next?" she offered, turning to give him a light kiss on the cheek, giggling at the expression on his face.

"While your enthusiasm is appreciated," he said, taking a step back once he felt she would be okay to stand by herself. "I don't think that'll be happening for a while."

"You'd be surprised," Aphra said, giving a smile that Jamie noted as being mischievous but not enough so that he anticipated her turning to reach down and feel his softening cock.

Jamie did have to admit enjoying her touch, his cock agreeing, but other than a flicker of interest it didn't rise to the occasion. Before he could offer the equivalent of an apologetic "I told you so," Aphra had slid down to her knees in front of him. With her paws moving to his hips, he couldn't back away without dragging her forwards so he held still.

With her deep red eyes looking up at him, Aphra ran her tongue across the length of his shaft. That had more of an impact than her paw, especially knowing that she was lapping up both his seed and her own juices.

Teasing his foreskin within her mouth, suckling along it, Aphra kept one hand on his hip while the other moved to tug the remaining shreds of his briefs down his legs. Jamie shifted enough that she could slip the material to the floor and he was then able to step out of it. Still licking along his length, Aphra used her free paw to gently stroke the underside of his balls.

While Jamie was used to cleaning his balls, he wasn't really used to touching them outside of that. Aphra's soft touches and squeezes were making him spread his legs wider, encouraging her to keep going while he unconsciously thrust his semi-hard dick at her face.

"Mm, almost there," Aphra said, smiling up at him before rising a little higher up on her knees.

Parting her lips at the same time she gave his balls a squeeze that made him jut his hips forward, Aphra took his cock within her mouth. The warm, wetness wasn't as tight as her pussy had been but the feeling of her tongue stroking the underside of his dick made Jamie's cock swell.

Still playing with his sack, Aphra sucked the length of him into her mouth, bobbing in a way that had his lower hands reaching to grip the sides of her head. With an eager moan, Jamie gave in to the pleasing sensation and rocked himself deeper within her. The way she angled her head upward allowed him to fit more of his dick inside her, his balls aching with eagerness to cum again.

When he slipped out of her mouth, Aphra gave a small cough before grinning, eyeing his completely hard cock.

"So, about that bedroom?" she asked, giving him a pleased grin.

Leading the way down the hallway, Jamie opened the door on the left. Given his income was on the lowside, for the moment, it made sense to use the extra room as a bedroom until he could have business pick up and maybe even get another Pokemon trained in massages. Meanwhile, the bed he had stuffed with Mareep wool with a light blue blanket over it and a pillow was all he really needed. Though, bringing Aphra in, he wished he had a small table or chest or something beside just the bed; just to have made it a bit more homely.

Thankfully, Aphra seemed more impressed with the large sized bed, built to accommodate a 'mon of his size and then some. Hopping up on it, she gave him a smile.

"Well?" she asked, stretching out a foot and wiggling her toes his way. "Are we going to try out your bed or what?"

With a chuckle, Jamie moved closer. Placing a hand on her foot, he stroked his fingers along her leg, enjoying the way she flushed and turned her head shyly to the side. Resting his lower hands on either side of her thighs, he heard Aphra draw in a sudden breath as gently pushed her legs open and kneeled.

"You don't have to-," she said, trying to scootch out of the way, further onto the bed but unable to do so with his hands on her thighs.

"I want to," he answered, thinking it was only fair, given how she'd sucked him.

Placing his mouth to her lower one, he ignored her protesting wiggles and sank his tongue past her damp fur and into her damp and desperate desire.

Tiny whimpers met his tympanums, her legs now trembling as he pushed his tongue deeper within. The taste was salty and bitter but not altogether unpleasant when it had Aphra bucking when he flicked his tongue upward in a scooping motion. Her paws went from trying to push him away to trying to draw him closer, happy panting filling the air as he quickened the pace. Pulling away for a moment, playing with the flavor in his mouth, he kept his lower hands on her thighs and use an upper hand to stroke his thumb at her entrance.

Eyes half lidded, watching with more curiosity than understanding, Aphra cried out softly as he moved to push his index finger within her. He could feel her inner walls clenching desperately around the sole digit, pumping around him as desperately as he remembered it doing for his cock.

Dick jumping at the reminder of just how good she felt, Jamie abstained from mounting her just yet.

"How many fingers do you think you can take, Aphra?" he playfully mused, using the knuckle of his second finger to rub against her entrance.

"I don't-" her words cut off when Jamie pulled his index finger out, only to have it be joined by his middle finger.

While a tighter fit, Jamie was able to fit both fingers within her and bury them up to his hand. Giving a few pumps, Jamie smiled when Aphra moved to lay back on the bed. Her heels braced themselves against the side of the bed as she arched into his fingers, encouraging him to try a third.

With three fingers in her, Aphra began twisting and rolling her hips as he stroked along her insides. Still wet from before, Aphra was almost sopping by the time he took his fingers out.

Jamie licked off two of the three fingers while she watched, mouth parted and eyes intent on what he was doing. With a smile, he leaned forward to offer her his index finger, still slick with their mingled juices.

Moaning, Aphra took his finger in her mouth, sucking on it with such force Jamie found he couldn't wait any longer.

Reaching down to shift her body upward, wanting to make sure her back and bottom were fully on the bed, Jamie kept his lower hands on her ass as the upper pair gripped her shoulders. Dipping his tip inside, savoring the heat of her, he pulled out to run his head against her sex before dipping in once more.

"Don't be a tease," she whined, pressing insistently upward towards him.

"If you say so," he said, thrusting forward so that his cock buried completely within her.

She bounced her bottom to meet each thrust, his hands on her ass eagerly encouraging her to do so. His upper hands moved from her shoulder to stroke the fur along her stomach, teasing each nipple with a pinch or a twist, making her jolt when he did so.

Legs spreading wider, Jamie found himself able to go harder than he had with her against the wall. Each stroke of her against his cock brought him closer to the edge until her sudden clenching and cry forced him over the edge.

This climax had a sharp edge to it, a pain that lanced along his temple from the force of his cumming. While her body milked every drop of seed it could from him, Jamie positioned his hands to keep his weight above but not on her, waiting for the pain to subside.

"I hope you're done for now," he said, not wanting to leave her wanting but certain, at this point, there was no way for her to coax another out of him.

At Aphra's nod, Jamie relaxed. Moving a hand to stroke her face, he smiled at the tired but content look in her eyes.

"You know," Jamie said, trying to keep the humor from his words. "Three fingers is pretty good but, I bet with some practice and more stretching, you could do four."

While the pillow smacking him was entirely deserved, Jamie couldn't help but retaliate with his fingers, enjoying Aphra's giggles and squeals as he located her ticklish spots. A slap of her ear against his head was enough to break the game up, before the love tap became full blows. With a pleased grin, Jamie gathered his Diggersby up in his arms and held her to him, feeling more relaxed than any spring of lavender or passiflora could have made him.