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A Wild Tale of Jasmine and Ruth

Life truly is absurd, and there are many ways to discover both why and how. People learn, they discover, they take risks, and generally it all seems to progress in a way. There are entire fields of science dedicated to just one subject, or one kind of understanding or perspective. From the smallest possible living thing imaginable to large unruly bodies of space stuff that people currently have the technology to observe, such technology that evolves and progresses like humans do, we as a species do more than just survive. We, as people, do still contain our urges-mostly-and seek to fulfill our needs-again, mostly. But, once those are met, we appear to have gone further than any other species that we know of. No other being, animal, plant, pokemon, do things quite like humans do. Some will say we go too far, of course. We should "go back", regress, dismantle, reject, strip down, have a real think about it in the hot springs or alone in a dimly lit room. This is all bollocks, of course. It's an engine that keeps going, one thing that I, Haruto, knew quite a bit about. It wasn't the only thing I knew, lucky that. Didn't know much, though.

Being young and masculine, out in the sticks, the absolute podunks, there were only ever going to be two routes for me: hiking and automobiles. There was a level of grit, of dirtiness, of hard-work and adrenaline that went into both. They definitely helped put hair on my chest, and arms, and back, and legs, and face, and a bush I normally don't talk about in polite company. That could just be genes, fancy that. But, each one was special in their own fun little way too, which is why these pastimes stuck around with me for so long.

Cars were the moneymakers. You put them together, take them apart, make sure they don't catch fire or fall apart, and Bob's your uncle. You would imagine my ten or twelve hour shifts make bank but don't offer me any time to myself. Quite the bloody contrary. I don't think I would have as much free time as I have now if it weren't for my auto-mechanic job. When you're young, you don't think about anything but free time, running around in just a pair of shorts and some worn-out thongs-the kind you put on your feet-with your mates. I still do the same today, when I get the chance, even if my mates have changed from the human kind to the small little pokemon kind. There is a difference between having free time and affording free time, something your squishy kid brain doesn't comprehend until you get into school I reckon. The long and short of it is that because I work these long, terrible hours, I can afford myself a weekend off, and that weekend can be as long as I want. I could fuck off and do nothing if I wanted to, so long as I get my hands engine oil black first. And you know what the best kind of fucking off is? Hiking!

You walk out the door with only the most basic materials you need, get lost at your own pace, and worry about nothing. Well, there were a few things to worry about, like if some wild critter decides to ambush you or your mates for getting too close to their territory. Or, there could be some rough terrain ahead. Maybe a river you weren't prepared to fork through or jump over, or a hill you had to slide down without any scrapes or bruises. Nothing you can't dust off and then be on your merry way. And, dangers aside, the absolute serenity of it all. You hear a crunch of leaves under your shoes, or the much softer, gentler bed of grass and spread of soil. The breeze brushes and whiffs across the ground, against the branches of surrounding trees, then picks up small bits of twigs, pebbles, dust, seeds, you name it. Sometimes there would be a calm movement of water if you were following the trail beside a river. You spot something small swimming around inside the gentle water, either coasting with the motions around it or scampering for something to eat. Birds of all types chirp and fly around, either branch to branch or up in the sky.

That's where I was at the moment, come to think of it. Fit in my cargo shorts, white tank top, hiking boots, and neat old hat to block the sun from my eyes; used to belong to my uncle Jorge. My walking stick did wonders, keeping my balance along sharper inclines and descents, made me look all rugged, and good for shooing away pests. Dawn was about to crack with plenty of purple and orange peeking from the horizon. I wanted to catch that sunrise for myself. No sane man sleeps in a tent in the middle of the woods, then cuts it short for no reason. I was at a brisk pace, hurrying like a store was about to close or I was going to be late for the bus. No, it was more dire than that. My window of opportunity was shrinking and would only reset after twenty-three hours. I don't know about you, but a man with twenty-three stinking hours to waste is one I've never met. I would normally use my flashlight to light the way at this hour, but there was just enough natural light to show me towards the apex of this climb. It wasn't the tallest climb ever, but it was the most frantic this week considering my goal.

But, at last, all of my hard work, stamping feet, sweating brow and pits, culminated in an overlooking cliff. A sea of trees below, a lake as well with a small town nearby, and up in the sky it came to greet me. Like an old friend, bringing in a brilliant hue of reds and yellows, the giant ball of life itself. Awestruck, I buckled down and sat comfortably, taking a photo with my phone's camera. This is what made it all worth it, an absolute keeper. Paradise.

What more is there to like? Why, the company you bring with you! Now, if you saw a guy like me, what kind of pokemon would you expect me to have? Maybe a brave and loyal Growlithe, a solid choice. Resistance to the heat and cold make it a great outdoors explorer, and evolving into a tank like Arcanine was icing on the cake. You could even guess something more sassy or full of attitude like a Snubbull or Granbull, with a punching strength that's nothing to sneeze at. The truth is I never was interested in pokemon at all. But, call it fate or a bit of luck, since I ended up with two pups under my wing.

To cut a long story short, one of my mates-George-ended up with a whole litter of eggs after a few of his pets decided to be mothers. He wasn't the main person in charge of said pokemon-that'd be his wife Margie- but the two of them were in quite a predicament with said mothers giving out twins and triplets. Trust me, they had enough on their hands with a Vaporeon turning their outdoor pool into her own home and liked to steal food from practically anyone, a Lycanroc that had a tendency to chew on things when she was anxious or scared, and an otherwise well-adjusted border collie caught between them. They had to put out a few ads and posts online for their surplus of eggs. The two of them were thankful to find so many takers, one of them being a local shelter, but that just left two: an Eevee and a Rockruff. I had been visiting for tea when George leaned the idea onto me. It was a hard decision to make, but it wasn't like two pups were too much of a financial drain, and could be more useful than not once they evolved. It was pro bono as well, so I took a leap, like I was hopping across rocky terrain. Jasmine and Ruth, my littlest, newest best buds.

The two of them had been by my sides since day one, for better or for worse, and haven't stopped loving me since then. They were both a year old at this point, waddling and running beside me in my hurry to that glorious sunset. It did take them a while to understand the reason behind the early morning trip and the absolute rush I pulled seemingly last minute, but just as my eyes capture that perfect moment of early sunrise, so did theirs with their fluffy behinds perched next to mine, with jaws dropped and plate-sized eyes. The Eevee, Jasmine, had her usual pink bow adorned atop her head. I figured the moment I bought it for her that she would love the thing, but I never expected her to wear the bloody thing every single day. I fear what will happen to it if she ends up smacking her head on a tree branch and losing it from the impact, or one of the other million ways accessories go missing in the wild. It did look nice paired with her dual-colored eyes, one teal, one purple. Ruth, the Rockruff, had no need for such frilly things, and would almost be mistaken for a male given how rough and aggressive she could get, especially on a hunt. Maybe "tomboy" was a much more fitting description, but you wouldn't believe how much of a tank she was either. Compared to other females, she could out-hunt, out-pace, and even managed to tough it out with a Beedrill before I could wrestle it away and beat it with my hiking stick! Right at that moment, she didn't need to be tough, though. Just a calm look on her face after picking her jaw up from the ground, awed in natural beauty.

I do wonder what goes on in their heads sometimes. Do they ponder the beauty of a view like this the way I do? It is hard to tell since we don't speak the same language; the most I can get out of them is a growl or call that sounds like their given species name. Physical cues and non-speaking signs were what I had to look out for, and they express themselves very obviously for little pups that don't talk. If you know what to look out for and spend time with them, which I have, then you know all the little movements and stances they use to communicate with you. I wouldn't be able to write a bloody book about it, but I know what I've observed at least. Seeing them prone to the ground, breathing slower than usual from their bellies, eyes a bit dilated, it was clear this kind of view was putting them at ease from the rude early morning wake-up call. Understandably, I'd be cranky too until I saw what treasure awaited me on this cliff.

However, whereas I would spend a good hour watching the sunrise, my girls decided that they had enough and wanted to do something else. Ruth was gently headbutting me in the side, just enough for me to notice and pull me away from the Eevee, slumping her body against my left thigh. My hand didn't let go or pull away from stroking down against her brown and cream fur, but with a spin of my head I saw the Rockruff with heavy eyes nudging for my attention and letting out sleepy little growls. Such a shame, but maybe they'll learn to appreciate these moments like I can once they evolve, whenever that was.

"Okay. Have it your way, girls," I groaned and gave out a grunt once I climbed to my feet, but it wasn't just my body that was moving upwards. Each hand reached down and snatched a doggie, wrestling one inside my arm with the other asleep and uncaring. Ruth wasn't too keen on being poke-handled like that, little kicks from her legs on the way back to our camping tent. "Alright, alright, easy," I kept assuring her on our journey, following a small stream to the right. I couldn't help but bicker at her insistence, "Look, I know your legs work, right? Just want to make sure you won't dash away and steal my sleeping spot. Y'know, right in the middle of the bed, instead of the one I made for you and Jasmine." And she could tell I wasn't going to let her down, but she fought for control and autonomy nonetheless. Minutes later, outside the tent, I adjusted my arm and pointed her gaze towards mine. "Okay, we're here, off you go," I spoke while stepping out of my boots, and strategically setting each pup down on their own beds. Jasmine was still snoozing, so her body just splayed and spread until her unconscious state found a comfortable position. Ruth was different, eyes on the prize, but my hand held her down as my ass slowly fell onto my cot. Or so I thought, slipping out and making a mad dash right under my derriere. I had to strain and crouch right over her body or else I would crush her. "Ack, Ruth! Pete's sakes..." I grunted, falling onto my knees instead of my ass. And with a gasp, I watched the rowdy canine circle around and turn my bed into hers. "Naughty girl!"

But she didn't care. Her eyes were already shut when I had the chance to turn around. Time to punish her. I was out of my shorts, kicking them off along with my shirt in a haphazard pile in our tent, towering over that runt of a Rockruff. "Now you listen here, Ruth," I threatened with a bit of sing-song. "If you don't get out of my spot, you'll be sorry!" As usual, my verbal threats did nothing. So much for trying. I counted to ten in my head, giving her plenty of leeway to make her escape, but she spent that time rolling around and yawning like some kind of spoiled puppy.

Up she went, to her surprise. My hands wrapped around her sides and lifted her right up with ease. Naughty girls like her need a proper punishment after all, so she soon found herself pinned to the ground, her front side facing my towering body. She was in for it now, and she could tell from just how that smirk formed on my face. The playful runt was still kicking all her legs against my arms; not enough to bruise me or pierce my skin, but just to show how she wasn't going to take this punishment without a bit of fight. "No, no. I warned you," I reminded the pup, then I prepared for attack with a rearing of my head. With a strike, down it went, lips puckering and tongue sticking out. It felt, and sounded, as embarrassing as you might think, blowing relentless raspberries against her fluffy belly. Now, instead of shoving and scratching those hindpaws against my arms, they were trying their very best to reject my head. Was she going to be successful? No, but it didn't matter. It was part of her personality to fight back against any opposition and have her things go her own way. That wasn't going to happen any time soon, but it was the thought that counts. Honestly, I thought it was hilarious. The kind of harassment my mouth was giving her just could not be stopped by a critter of her size, and that's what made it a punishment.

It wasn't the only thing up my sleeve, but I had to let her go and roll onto my spot in victory. Now I could sit back and watch Ruth scatter and find footing on the ground before giving me a glare. Embarrassment was all over her face, and I couldn't help but chuckle from her pouting and judging eyes. "That's what you get, Ruth. This is the Master's spot, not yours," I calmly explained with my body now laying back with an exhale of exhaust. Arms against my belly, legs a bit spread, that's how a hardworking man laid back. My Rockruff didn't enjoy seeing such a display of uncaring recline. It was her spot to claim, to conquer. She paced around my body, inspecting it, sniffing around for a weak point. I wasn't completely off my guard, with my eyes locked on that fluffy canine. No opportunity for her, not when I had something else in mind completely for her-maybe for Jasmine as well.

At my side, near my chest, she took one, two, three steps back. She lunged, but my arms out-stretched. Before she had a chance to attack, I caught her and shoved that smaller body against my torso. Once more, she complained and kicked her legs, as I rubbed her belly and spoiled her with sugary sweet words, "I got you! I got you, little Ruthie. Silly-willy Ruthie, such a cutie-patootie!" She did not like that one bit, but what was she going to do about it, really?

Rubbing at her belly, petting it like crazy, she yowled and tried to deny the enjoyment of a proper rub. "Such a good girl. Such a goooood, good, good girlie!" I cackled, soon enough ending my pets and compliments, content with grabbing her sides for now. Her muzzle was shut, grumbling in defeat. "What's say we do something different, eh?" That also caught her ear, one perked and cocked as if I had just said something important-which it was, frankly. In fact, the pup expected it. It was something we had done before, many times before. The growly passion in my voice, the sensual grip of my hands around her body. It all became obvious, and it didn't seem like she was against the idea per se. I don't know why she would be, but I'm always willing to stop lest I get in deeper shit. I gave a few experimental rubs along her belly again, going lower each time, gauging how comfortable she was with where my hand was touching. Her eyes couldn't have been more focused on that hand, rumbles of curiosity coming from her throat now instead of resentment or anguish.

"Mmm, so far so good," I whispered into that perked ear, watching it twitch from the rumbling cadence and vibrations going into her little canine eardrums. At this point I was between her legs, way below where her belly was, right against her crotch. Still rubbing, still gauging, still feeling her warm body prone against mine.

Should I have mentioned at this point that me and the girls have had sex before? I told you, life is absurd, truly so. Now, I wouldn't be dipping my fingers into this stuff, sometimes literally, without having any sort of plan or desire for it. The first time it happened was when their pesky little noses noticed my morning wood and were on the hunt for what it could possibly mean-what possible reason was there that my peeing organ had become long and hard, bulging against my boxers? Stupid me, I gave them a look at it, fulfilling them with knowledge instead of just taking care of it myself with a trip to the bathroom. That was mistake number one, but mistake number two was having them sniff their cold noses against my length and sack, even give either of them a little taste with those pesky tongues of theirs. It was whatever taste or scent that aroused them, in more ways than one, and it would only steamroll from there. I've done it all, fingering, rubbing, licking, sucking, short of shoving my cock in there. At first, it was more of a mutual thing, respectfully toying with their genitals as they did with mine. But, unfortunately, I began to enjoy it. It wasn't like we were doing this kind of sexual play every day, mind you, but the girls and I have definitely been active, and moreso lately. No one wants to admit they like fucking or eating out their little pokemon pussies, but I know they exist. They have to exist, I'm sure of it; just like when a pokemon of one egg group tries to mate with one in an entirely separate egg group.

And now I was in the same group as them, toying and fingering at those outer folds, getting Ruth all hot and bothered. I had to in order to get them into a proper state of mind. What fun was there in shoving in without a care? I wasn't the type to rut and run, after all. We were also in a private enough area away from the rest of civilization, just like if we were in my bedroom or a swanky hotel. That puts their minds and mine at ease, more eager to get into this kind of play. Less likely to get caught, after all. And what do you know? My little pup was already warm, a bit slick, and not fighting back against my index finger pushing in either. And it went in nice and slow, as deep as her small canal would allow. She let out another whine, much louder and more prolonged now. I was going in and out, her little body desperate against each thrust of my finger, and I couldn't help but get stiff just from the sight. Body splayed, limbs spread, front and rear paws hanging down against the wrist, tongue panting out in utter glee. What more could a pervert like me want?

Some company, apparently, with a pair of heavy eyes and a slow lift of the rest of her body, little Jasmine had caught us in the act, probably annoyed that we forgot to include her while she was too busy snoozing. It's not like we planned on doing something naughty while she slept! There wasn't any immediate response from the jealous little Eevee, but she did curiously circle around us until she could get a clear view of my finger dipping in and out of her playmate's snatch. I saw a flick of her tail, and then she slowly stepped closer with a very intent stare at my hand. I couldn't help it, and neither could Ruthie; I simply had to speed up my pacing a few times, then slow down, then speed up again. It made me different from any other pokemon that wanted to be their eggmates, knowing I have some finesse to this foreplay process us humans have thoroughly investigated, studied, and practiced. And usually, it's with other humans, but no one is around to judge us or tell me I can't finger-bang my pups.

But, Jasmine wasn't satisfied with just being a voyeur to her best mate being toyed with like the little bitch she was. Her little tongue stuck out and lapped against my hand, not because it wanted to cheer it on per se. She just wanted the same treatment and begged for it with cheeky little touches of her tongue; the nudges of her front paws against my thigh were a sign of that, too. So, I grabbed her body, just as easily I did with Ruth, and squeezed at her like a proper Teddy up closer against my chest. With a few smooches to the top of her fuzzy head, I crept my hand down along her body, against her belly, and scooped a finger right into her folds as well. Imagine that, doing double duty, two handfuls of canine pussy, making sure one got the same amount of attention and deep, boring tickles that the other did. That was the trouble with these young girls, having to share my stimulation, a balancing act for pokemon perverts that just happen to have more than one 'mon to please. By this point, my poor cock was making a stain on my undies, right at where the tip top was pushing against the stretchy fabric, and I wasn't the only one to notice it either. Both Ruth and Jasmine picked up on the scent it was wafting out, rolling away from a plentiful amount of worming and squirming digits. All just to sniff and lick at the pre-cum stain, making an even bigger mess of my underwear than I could produce on my own.

"Settle, settle down," I made haste, rolling my own body upwards and pulling down at the elastic band of my briefs, freeing my cock, bouncing up against their faces. All eight inches of length, and an inch and a half of girth, greeting them in the most physical way it can. It wasn't intentional, but I have to admit that it was funny. They fall for it every time; it never fails! The best part is that they're not even mad about it when it happens, just happily picking up where they both left off and simply attacking my length with as much vigor as their little puppy bodies could manage.

I learned from another mate-a veterinarian, actually-that some animals like canines or vulpines will lick at a stiffened cock in order to give it some kind of cleaning or aftercare. That was clearly not what was going on here, though. They were doing more than cleaning their head, and it was high time that I chose one of them for some oral satisfaction. As much as it pained me to do so, I used my hands to shove the two of them aside and laid down the rules for today's little game of sexual escapades: "Okay then. Each of you gets a turn sucking me off, got it? No hogging, no fighting." I waited for a response, making sure my words were clear to them. Exchanging glances at each other, they agreed and consented with a pair of nods. "Good, good girls. First one is..." That was always a hard decision, but I worked it out that I would alternate who would be the first girl to have a go. And today, that meant..."Ruth! Come on over," I called her over.

Proudly, the guard-dog in training made her way to my cock first, with an excited wag of that little brown tail of hers and a trot of her paws. Once situated in front of my erect mass, her front half rose up with a plant of her forepaws against my inner thighs, and her tongue stuck out once more to glaze along that throbbing cock. Her muzzle opened right up, flashing me all the tiny, prickly teeth inside, and then she slowly enveloped the head of my cock with a murmuring suckle. During our earlier sessions, I had made sure to train the two of them ahead of time so that they don't end up swallowing the whole thing in one go and choking on it. It was like teaching them to slow down and chew their food.

Her performance and technique was good so far, those eyes darting between me and the dick she was sucking on. I had to grin, a hand petting along her head in satisfaction. "That's it, ahh...nice and easy," I urged like the mentor I was. "Get it nice and wet, then ease it right into your throat. Just like we practiced..." And that she did, enlarging her mouth and opening up her throat for my cock to go inside. You would be surprised how determined these little pups could be in order to chase that heat hidden in their loins, as well as the doting affection of their human master. And her tongue was working along my shaft like crazy, mainly due to the sheer size of my shaft in a relative sense. Come to think of it, I hadn't heard the opinion of too many human girls about the size of my package, but just describing it to my mates already gave me an idea of just what kind of tool I had. But it didn't matter what size or shape it was to my girls. They gladly paw at it, lick it, suck it, and milk it for its hidden treats. Ruth had this knack of twisting her head to get a few more inches into her throat with her slower bobs. I didn't teach her that! "Aw yeah...atta girl, Ruthie..." I had to commend her on her skills, complete with an extra firm rub and scratch against the back of her head.

And what was Jasmine to do at this time? I had an idea, and she probably knew what I was planning. Her beautiful eyes lit up knowing she wouldn't be just sitting there while her playmate got all the attention; a creamy, sticky treat would be her reward to come if she did her job right. She had her own little trot up towards me, circling around and returning to my other grip. Up she went, without a care, legs dangling as her fluffy body descended with my mouth going between her hindlegs. If it was anything they liked more than getting me off, it was me licking and slurping at their pussies. So that's what I did, shoving my tongue inside those folds like I did before with my finger, and exploring it like the madman I was. She was still slick from me prodding and toying with her hole. With the way my tongue was working her cunt, that was not going to stop anytime soon.

"Eeeeee~" she moaned to her master. Oh, such sweet sounds. Almost as sweet as Ruthie sucking and slurping me off. No matter where it echoed, a hotel room, the bedroom, a bathroom, in our tent, I couldn't help but be delighted in their efforts. They were accented by little yips and arfs, adequately canine.

Even when it bulged at her little throat, Ruthie was giving it her all, but eventually she had to come back up for air. The pup gave an exasperated breath. A line of saliva connected the corner of her mouth to my throbbing length. Her tongue would suffice and gather up whatever leaked out from that tip, wrapping around, attacking with the kind of energy you would expect from a girl her age. If my mouth wasn't busy, I would be cheering her on, so my hand patting along her back did the communication for me. Her bottom half was completely splayed against me with a pussy radiating along my torso, and if it weren't for the Eevee straddling my face I would delve my fingers or tongue into such an excited little spot. The hand on her back was for support, after all. Each of their snatches had a unique taste, by the way. I suppose it fits their personalities. Jasmine's hole reminded me of a lolli treat, plentiful to suckle on with a sweet flavor that unfurled with each lick or slurp. There were a few little sections inside her tunnel that got the biggest reactions from her, usually further in the back, so I daggered at those. Those squeals couldn't be more delightful, and her little hindpaws kicked in excitement, too! She was spoiling me with how much I was eating her out and listening to her yowls and whines, but it was fine since I spoiled her and Ruthie all the time. It's my reward for being their master, and a good one at that!

Before I knew it, my cock had been engulfed once more, rejuvenated vigor rumbling in her throat. And she was throating me like she was in a hurry, gags stopping her from losing too much control. It began as an ugly and worrying sound the first few times I heard it, but all it took for them to stop choking on my rod was a grip of my hand around the back of one's head and pulling back gently. I could only groan loudly in concern to her this time, but it worked every time I did it. Even now, when I couldn't get a good look at her. After a few heated yet cautious breaths from the Rockruff, I let go and felt a much more open throat to explore.

I wasn't going to last long, with how I pulsated in her throat and moved my hips with her bobbing head. My tongue ejected along with my face away from Jasmine's vag, an encouraging quiver in my voice. "Oh, that's it. I'm gonna blow, Ruth..." I gave my warning, a tighter grip around that fluffy small body. I was stopping myself from going whole-hog and using that throat like a fleshlite, even as the pressure in my loins built up and circulated. It all culminated to this point: my hands kept their tight grip, I bit my lower lip, I inhaled, let out a grunt, my hips and asscheeks clenched. And then...it shot out, coating the inside of her throat, pushing into her cheeks and spilling out in excess. I was flooding her with my cum, but she took each rope spurting out like a seasoned whore. Jasmine had to be set aside, rolling onto the ground as her own gaze was locked on her puppy pal's guzzling of spunk. Call it inspiration, or perhaps an ignited interest. "Oh Ruthie..." I sighed in congratulations, patting her like the star she was, stroking against her breathing body. My rod had popped out of her muzzle, and she turned over to me with a show of her cum-filled maw. Creamy, white, coating all around the inner pink flesh inside that precious muzzle. "Yeah...that's what I like to see, girl," I chuckled with a low, rumbling fry in my voice. "Now, swallow." Her mouth clamped shut, shot up, and Jasmine and I could see that last bit of my load going right down her throat and into her belly. Ruthie licked her lips and rolled off onto the ground, catching her breath and panting her tongue out. "Good girl, Ruthie," I had to murmur, followed by a pet on her furry little head.

I could sense Jasmine was more than anxious to do the same thing. The twinkle in her cute little eye, the swish in her tail, the pointed stare right at my recently slick and used crotch, and a small scamper of her four paws along the ground. My poor wang was going to need a thorough cleaning and some time to prep itself before I could give the same salty treat again. "You want it, too?" I gently asked the Eevee, her dual-colored eyes doting and aching, itching for a chance to please her master just like her pseudo-rival. "Yeah? You want it? Want it, huh?" A chuckle escaped me as I repositioned myself onto my knees again. Figured this time I'd try a new position and see if I could go a bit further, explore a bit more of that pup's throat. All the while, she was skittering at the chance, yipping and squealing at me. Eee! Eee-Vee!

Who could say no to that? With a pat of my knees, I invited her to my spread lap. "Go on, then!" And she sprung, released from her tenderhooks, clamoring over to my dick with a tongue hanging out the side of her muzzle. That same tongue made it across my half-mass, gathering every sticky bit of semen, the saliva from her friend, and the pre-release opaque fluid that dribbled out as well. She will be getting more of that later, just you wait.

It didn't take too long, even if it wasn't instant, and I enjoyed every moment of it. They both heard each groan and heated grunt from my lips, mostly because I was still tender after that release. As suspected, Ruth had her eyes glued to the scene, but was too tired to do anything about it. I planned on taking care of her again soon, though. It might not be with my cock again, but I had my ways. But, I was stiff again, and I nudged the little Eevee away with a specific command for her: "Open up, and stay still." And because she was my trained, loyal pup, she did with a grin on her face and her mouth gaped for intake. She even closed her cute little eyes like I was putting a spoonful of something sweet into her mouth. It wouldn't be sweet, but I gave her more than a spoonful of my dick, pushing into her mouth, further into her throat. I heard a small whimper, but I figured she would've expected this. She saw how much her friend was taking in just minutes prior, and that friendly rivalry made it so that they would try to one-up each other, Ruthie more than Jasmine. But, as I could see the bulge in her throat and a willingness to be orally speared, the Eevee still had her competitive side as well.

I was as deep as I had ever been so far, but then I gripped around her head and pulled back, giving her a moment to collect her breath. And then, I pushed back in. She gagged a bit, but I could see it wasn't painful or too uncomfortable for her. She wasn't wincing or trying to pull away, which means I trained her well, and I couldn't help but grin at that. My hip movement was slow, easing my way into a rhythm that we were both comfortable with, my body relaxing more and more into her body. "Ohhh, that's it...Oh, Jazzie..." It was only on occasion that I gave out that nickname, especially moaning out in such devilish pleasure. Really, it's so that the two of them wouldn't get confused since both nicknames end with the same sound.

It didn't stop Ruth from gazing with a certain look in her eye, however. The Rockruff was able to roll back onto her front and crawl over towards the action taking place inside our tent. I was thrusting inside such a tight yet inviting throat, slick and warm, coating all over the amount of cock forcing its way in there. Jasmine was entirely focused, stiff as a stone, making herself into a perfect little cocksleeve. I didn't want to push my limits right now, holding back despite how far my rod was boring inside of her. That look in Ruth's eyes had me wondering, however, so I had a choice to make. With a shifting of my knees and hips, I made myself into an accessible position, and with a bit of grace I could reach over and grab Ruthie again without hurting Jasmine. So, I did, hunching over with my hand releasing the Eevee's head, arms extended and gripping at the fluffy body lying along the ground. She made a noise of confusion, and I almost had a chance to roll back up...but my stance failed me. "Fuck...!" I fell forward, my weight catching up to me as it pounded onto the ground. Jasmine didn't like that one bit, whining from my body pinning her against the ground. Quick as I could, I slammed my hand against the tent floor and pushed into a roll.

Was she okay? Did I snap her neck? I had to see what I did wrong. I look upward at my lower half with wide eyes and a bite of my lower lip. In my head, I was begging, pleading, praying for the best. As far as I could tell, Jazzie was actually fine. She rolled onto her front, cock still stuffed in her throat, loyal to her position, sheathing my meat. Had we practiced that well? Maybe I was a better master than I gave myself credit to, but I wouldn't go into a full rut like before. "Oh, shit..." I exhumed in relief, then went into a similar position from before, only with the pups swapped. Now Ruth's cooch was riding against my face and Jasmine was the one engulfing my cock. I worked my speed up to where it was before, almost as if nothing had happened aside from the rollover.

Ruthie was the one enjoying it the most, squirming her body against my face, blocking my view completely. She grabbed her paws around my whole head, and I could tell she was in full heat now. It was wet, gushing, yearning against my probing tongue. All the stimulation, the scent and musk from my cock and balls, the feeling of it going in her throat, the sight of it thrusting into Jazzie's, it was growing on her. And now, there I was worming and thrusting my tongue all around, touching those pleasure notes like I could with her partner. I didn't realize how much I had been turning her on; before I knew it, she clamped around my head like I was a pillow and yowled in pleasure. Out gushed her puppy cum, against my tongue, flooding onto my face as well. It was warm and sticky, and it had her unique savory taste, too. Obliged, I gulped down what I could. That only left her friend taking my cock, and it felt amazing! I wasn't sure why, but maybe this angle was somehow much better for puncturing than I once thought. Just as Ruthie loosened her grip, I managed to lick my lips and peer up with a gentle move of the Rockruff from my face. Well, no wonder! I was 3/4ths deep in that Eevee, to the surprise of us both. And yet, I couldn't stop, going full force into her whimpering, moaning, warm body.

"Oh, almost, almost..." I urged my pup, keeping my current pounding pace. Everything about these girls had to involve pushing limits, and that's what I was doing now. Reckon I was near the entrance of her stomach, and yet that didn't stop either of us. Two more pumps, three more, four...then it came rushing out, that swelling intensity finally let out. It was a direct deposit into her belly, and she happily guzzled each rope shooting out, even when I slowly began to pull out mid-orgasm. I needed to reward her with a proper taste of my cum, after all. Once it was back enough, my jets of spunk could fill her cheeks, and she squealed from the taste. I finished right then and there, panting out with a hand stroking along her back. And just like her friend before, the Eevee made sure to move around once more to my view and show off the creamy leftovers inside her gullet. "Good girl! Swallow~" I ordered with compassion in my grin, to which she followed with one big gulp. It nearly choked her again, but she recovered with the girliest, feminine smile I had ever seen on her face.

And there I was, two orgasms later, two small pups with warm and pudgy bellies full of cum. It was a guilty pleasure, really. The only thing that could make it more guilty is if I was rougher with them or treated them like the cum-guzzling pups they wanted to become. But, that competition hadn't faded from either canine's eyes. Even when I was catching my breath, the cogs were turning in my head as I kept an eye on those pups. How they approached one another, sniffed at each other's faces, serious looks on their faces. I didn't expect a fight to break out, but what else could that held eye contact and small series of growls and gruffs mean?

"Hey, girls...wanna play another game?" I asked, innocently enough. Their heads turned, attention grabbed. Just as planned. "Race ya back to the cliff! Ready..." I was going bottomless as well, both canines hanging on my command, rearing their bodies down to their paws, as did I with my feet. "Go!" and all three of us took off, a mad dash towards that sweet spot. The finish line was going to be right at the entrance, past the last line of trees opening up the place. I didn't want them skittering and rolling off that cliff. Too much of a risk.

I was the first to get there, usually am, and with a spin I saw Ruth scamper just a few seconds behind. It might not have been the smartest idea to have them run on full bellies like that, but I had to have a fair test to see who would be the next lucky gal. Heaving and exhaling, both canines rubbed against my legs, expectant eyes peering up since I had the results, ready to be announced. A clearing of my throat. "Mhm, the winner is...Jazzie!" And I had open hands, fingers spread, pointing to that Eevee. I loved seeing her jump for joy while Ruth trotted in place. They chanted out and yipped, one in victory and the other in grumpitude. "And your prize?" I added to the announcement, not minding our volumes since this place was practically ours from how desolate it was at this time of day. "Why, another full belly of course!" They even gasped at such an idea. How, after all that slurping and sucking before, there could be room for more! Their eyes all dilated at the idea.

I was still young and had the energy for it, after all. That jog kept my blood flowing, too. As before, I had both my hands grabbing at her sides like she was a fine hamburger, with her back laid against the grass. Those eyes didn't shrink in size, and conversely my slick and scented rod grew, but not before making gentle rubs and teases along those folds. Her hindpaws made little kicks from the grinds and gyrations, getting closer and closer to pushing right in each time. But I made her wait for it, even with each cute yelp of her species name from those would-be insertions. Ee! Vee! Eev! She was panting harder than I was, hot against a tender cock, and then...the slick head pushed in. Eeeeevee! And it was sucking me in quicker than her throat, pulling me into that warm crevice. Simply glorious. "Ah, fuck...thatta girl..." I exhaled, giving her just two inches for now, feeling the blockade of her cervix from my slow humps. It felt like my tip was kissing that ring inside of her.

Ruth, being the jealous little pup she was, circled around our love-making, watching my cock push and find itself at that wall again and again, even though both Jasmine and I enjoyed it. She was too short for me to coil down and smooch her while we banged, but I did massage a hand on her brown and tan fur, petting it with a passionate rhythm. My hips were syncopating with my hand, and my cock drooled in excitement inside an equally excited snatch. The question remained, however, if I was going to go in deeper. With the right angle, it seemed possible. I shifted my stance, towered over her body, put a bit of swing in my lower half. "Aight, c'mon now...I think I...nng."

Just then, another bulge formed in Jasmine's belly, followed by a surprised cry. It was like I slipped into a hidden cavern, tucked away inside her body. I had to pause, seeing just how much I could now push inside. Could you imagine being more than halfway in a small Eevee? Having it pull you in further despite any normal limit? Gripping when I pulled back, engulfing when I pushed in. Glorious indeed. So, I attacked it. She moaned and yipped along the way, and I could puncture to my own delight like I could with her throat. This time was different; I could hear each sharp breath and delighted moan coming from the adorable little bitch, taking me like a proper cunt. Unlike other guys, though, I didn't want a proper cunt, because I had two of them here before me. One of them underneath, praising my beating cock smashing her puppy-sized hole, and the other watching with unblinking eyes, quiet growls in her throat. What more could you want?

But I could tell what was going on. I didn't really find extra space in her tunnel. That ring my tip had been pecking and kissing? It was now squeezing around my throbbing length. I was well past that wall and stretching at her womb. Logically, I would have stopped there and wondered if I was damaging the poor girl, but I just couldn't stop. And Jazzie didn't want to either. It hit me again, that build-up sneaking up on me. I sped up, grunting at the fluffy cocksleeve. "Oooff, here it comes...gonna cum...!" Just a few more thrusts, slapping against her slit, squishing and squelching from how wet we had gotten ourselves. One more drilling of her womb. I exploded, hands planted in the grass and dirt, raking it with my fingernails. Her body could not have gotten any more radiant during my load, and that ballooned belly only expanded. Speaking of radiance, though, I could see her whole body beginning to shine, color washing away into what looked like rays of sunlight. Was this...an evolution? "Wha...Jazzie!" I pulled out as soon as I could, with a scamper backwards after an audibly wet exit. She must have been floating, still dripping with cum as her whole body grew in size, ribbons forming from her back and shooting out.

With a graceful landing, like a feather falling, Jasmine had become just what I had imagined her to be: a Sylveon! All that love-making and bonding had to go somewhere, and I hadn't used any special stones around her either. It was the only logical conclusion. "Wow, look at that!" I hushed with a clap of my hands. She still had that spunky bulge, but now her bushy brown and tan fur was a smooth white, dark and baby blue, and soft pink. I cradled myself around her, and she nuzzled me in return. As we spun around in that embrace, she squeaked and barked, so proud of herself. Sylv~ Sy, sy!

To say I was ecstatic was an understatement. Ruth, however, wasn't as keen as I was, what with me embracing the ballooned pup-no-more. As much as I wanted to bring her into our hug, those ribbon tendrils were relentless in grabbing hold of my body, even as she leaked seed along my bare thighs. It was a squeeze of pure passion around me. "Hey, Jazzie? Get yourself cleaned up," I made a request, giving pause to the recently evolved mutt. She saw my eyes dart at her pal, then back to her, and that exchange helped her realize my plans. Down she went, a trot over to a secluded area. Even if she had some trouble navigating around her belly, she managed to hunch over just enough to lick up that cream from her snatch, still a coal black cookie like before. Over towards Ruth, I knew just what to do with her at that moment, with a sudden pull of her hindlegs and a yelp from the dragged canine. That adrenaline inside my body wasn't going anywhere soon, and I wasn't dry yet. Her body splayed against my torso with a roll back onto my ass, just like in the tent. This time, her pussy would be receiving a hot treat instead of her stomach. I made sure of that with a light pat of her butt and my rod pointed around her rear end. Her tail wagged and raised, completely enamored by the idea with those pointed and dilated pupils locked onto such a hard cock. If she needed to be bred too, then so be it. Not like I could knock them up; it was unheard of!

I had a firm grasp around her back and my cock poking around for the right hole to shove into. Something about being able to drill past a pokemon's cervix had me convinced that I could do it again, and with ease give how many times all three of us practiced before. Perhaps it was me losing my shame, but at a secluded spot, with only a peeking sun for light, it didn't seem to matter. My dick had been thrice slickened, so pushing into Ruthie's tight pussy was no problem. She froze and accepted my entry, even perking up and pushing back until I was touching her barrier. Inspiration and challenge struck her again, and she wanted that belly full of cum like Jazzie had. I couldn't see the fire in her eyes, but I could feel it against my torso with her heated little body and sharp breaths against my belly. I made haste with my hips, drilling into her like it was nothing. Soon, I was flat on my back, knees in the air and feet anchored to the ground. I pressed on, of course, but I called out to Jasmine, "Here, girl!" She had a calm stride on her way to my face, and I instructed her as such with a finger pointing to my face, "Have yourself a seat here."

And she did so with a sunny smile, her folds licked clean before me and ready for another tongue-lashing. My vision was blocked once more, just the colors of white, blue, and pink in view. That pink ring inside was warming up to my intrusion, more and more it would ease at the tip of my drilling cock with each peck. All the while, I could feel the rest of her tunnel grabbing hold and milking me dry, whether it wanted that immediate pre-cum or the promise of human spunk. I couldn't tell how much of that was her body in its young estrus or her own mind powering through and craving everything I was giving her. I could tell from her desperate growls and hot whines. We were in such a locked rhythm, thrusting, pounding, sweating, but we had to seal that deal...

And while I was eating my other girl, still fairly small for her size, I just felt myself...slide right in. I was giving that Sylveon snatch plenty of hot breaths and grunts before, but I had to hold my tongue and roll my eyes back sinking right into some Rockruff belly. At that point, I couldn't see how deep I was, but it felt deep, and amazing. It's like I could go balls deep inside of her, but I wouldn't dare go that far having just broken past her barrier. My hand still had a good drip around her, like she was a fleshlite or one of those DIY sex-dolls people make with old plushies. Her yowls, barks, whimpers, they all grew in intensity. She could barely move aside from her wagging tail and her twerking hips-where did she learn that?--so she was putting more energy into vocalizing her pleasure to us both. Ruff! Rrrr! Rrruf! Maybe hearing her friend being pounded was getting to her, but my tongue invading her and touching at those pleasure points didn't cease her enjoyment either. She had just as much sweet pussy juice as she did before, with just the smallest hint of saltiness-wonder what that could be? As long as it wasn't overwhelming or making too much of a mess, I was glad to be eating her out, especially if it meant a squirting release like the one I got from Ruthie. Her thighs were clamping around my head, pussy trying to milk at my protruding tongue. Poor bastard was getting a workout; I don't think I'll be able to speak after this given how much I was simply attacking the inner canals of that chipper Eevelution.

It was like clockwork at this point: thrust, lick, pound, suckle, moaning, groaning, grunting. I almost wanted to slow down, take them one at a time, but I knew they wouldn't have enjoyed that. Every bulge of that pup's belly, each spasm and squirm from my Sylveon, the pounding of my hips into such a small body and the wet snaps and squelches it made. And it was all coming to a point. What I wouldn't give to see Ruthie with a fat belly of cum at that moment. It was possible, my loins were on fire, and that rising tension in my lower half didn't cease. Even if I needed a nap afterwards, my body wouldn't stop at all until the deed had been done. My vision had nearly become blurred from how much energy I was putting into these girls, losing myself to desires and natural instincts. At some point, I hadn't even realized I had come, still thrusting hard into that little doggie body, hearing her howls and whines of satisfaction from those warm ropes stuffing her tiny little womb. Her whole body was squeezing me dry, and I gave her plenty to take, draining my balls for such a needy little bitch. At the same time, Jasmine was at her limit too, arching her back into her orgasm with a huge splash for me to ingest and splatter across my face. Now it was covered in both their juices, and I enjoyed every bit. She let out a cry as well, more high-pitched and elongated compared to her smaller Eevee cries.

At some point I fell apart below them, wheezing in exhaustion, letting the rest of my load scatter against Ruthie's body and the last of Jazzie's along my chin. Ruth's body, come to think of it, grew very, very hot, enough for me to yelp and shove her away. As I did, she beamed with radiance as well. As delirious as I was in such a tired state, I still saw every second of that pup outshining the sunrise, growing longer and taller. Another evolution? With Jazzie, that could be explained by her excess evolution energy changing her to her Sylveon form. But for a Rockruff to turn into a Lycanroc? This was the first time I had seen such a thing, let alone from getting creampied from my fat cock. After some brief restoration, I managed to move my Sylveon to another spot and inch my way towards Ruthie, still on my hands and knees. "Ruthie, did you...? How?" I asked, as if she had an answer for me.

Really, she didn't, just lying there with a stuffed belly and a proud smile on her face, eyes pouring their gratitude my way. Had George and Margie known I was going to do this to their little pups, reckon they wouldn't have given them to me.

***

George lived about as far away from the bigger cities as I did, but not by choice. If one insists on having pets, and more than one, then the space needed for those critters can't be found in a regular high-rise apartment. It doesn't matter if there's a pool or a park nearby, either. Too much smog, too many buildings, and not to mention the regulations and fines just to keep the city looking decent. Outside of that, that cramped apartment-and it will be cramped, because it's rare one can afford the rent for a space large enough to hold these pets-will seem that much smaller when you have anything larger than a cat or medium-sized canine running around. So, George and his wife, despite growing up in the big city, moved to a life in the outskirts. Despite the extra miles and time piled onto their commute to work, life's actually been grand for them. Now they could let their furry friends run around in a backyard the size of an acre or two. Instead of being holed up inside, not allowed to roam around outside without human supervision, they spend most of their time outside when the weather wasn't shit.

That one time I visited their home, more than a year ago, it was like any other day during spring. There were a few clouds in the sky, the flowers and trees were in the process of changing hue, and things were getting a bit cooler during the day now. I was sharing a beer with the man of the house. Margie was outside with the pets, and the air inside their living room wasn't tense or heavy at all. It was all chill, and the game on the TV had most of our attention. I was telling him about some engines and carburetors that I fixed up for another mate of mine. "I could give you one for a good price, too," I laughed with a pat to his shoulder. Really, I was no salesman, just being a mate. And that's when it started to change.

"Well, I've been meaning to ask..." his request slowly formed from his mouth. He leaned forward and set his can down on the coffee table, then looked out towards the backyard. "Got myself in a bit of trouble right now, actually. Not car-related, though..." I didn't know how to react at first, but it couldn't have been too difficult, right?

"It ain't the wife, is it?" I joked with morbid curiosity, and thankfully he shook his head with a dumb grin.

"Yeah, naw. I wouldn't be in the same room as her if it were that. C'mere," he said with a walk away from the couch. He even muted the game and tossed the remote onto an unused couch cushion. Now that was serious. I trailed behind him with a look out back. Lo and behold, Margie was looking over their three canines, all of them curled up and caring for their eggs and pups. It was like a communal makeshift nursery along their back porch, blankets and pillows for the protected young, ripped and torn-off box cardboard walled around them. "It's our girls, mate. They're all mothers now."

"Shit, man," our voices were quiet, barely above a whisper the closer we got to those floor-to-ceiling glass sliding doors. "When did this happen? Do you know who the fathers are?" I quizzed him out of concern, but the same things had probably been running through his head too.

"We don't know, but it had to be nearby and within the same egg group," he explained, arms crossed over his chest, which gave a deep sigh right from his diaphragm. "I know some strays sometimes come to visit, but we got a fence around us, yeah? It's possible that some of them hopped over and had a one-night stand with them."

"I'm sorry, mate..." It was all I could say. They were more shocked than afraid, but I knew it in them to turn something like this into a positive. They even let me play with the puppies and look over those eggs when their pets would let us. Oddly enough, only when I was alone with their vaporeon and lycanroc was I able to actually put my hands on their eggs. Was it my winning smile? Honestly, I didn't know I had a knack for animals until then; not really, anyway. In a way, it did explain a few things later on. Maybe it was how their pokemon reacted to me and trusted me with their eggs that got them to call me up a week later. I was actually on a lunch break, wiping that inky black motor oil from my hands when I felt a buzz in my back pocket. My hands went into a hurry drying off to answer that call, and I had made it just in time to hear Margie's voice.

"Hey, Haruto? Got a minute?" she asked. Her voice was content and assured, but I knew something was up. "I want to talk to you about some pokemon eggs. You're not busy, are you?" I remembered all those social media posts, the campaign to sort out those potential housepets, big smiles and stylized photos of George and Marge with their young. Everything seemed to be going fine from what I had seen, but the timing of this call was suspicious.

"Naw, naw, yeah. What happened? Did one of them break?" It was probably a bad joke to make, but I was a wiz at cracking dumb jokes to lighten the mood-well, most of the time.

"If only," she sighed, though I could hear the small grin. "In fact, we got almost all of them a home!"

"Oh, fuckin' splendid!" I cheered with a rise in my voice. "I knew you two could pull it off."

"Right, yeah. All but two..."

"Oh. All but two?"

"Mhm." That was the real goal. "Kind of a weird question to ask, but would you...y'know?"

"Shit, well..." I obviously didn't have a clear answer, and it took a few seconds for me to really formulate what was on my mind. She did just catch me taking a break from a major synthesis blend change. "Did they hatch yet?"

"No, not yet." She was still hesitant, embarrassed from begging. "Just, y'know...the way you held them and how Vapey and Lyra just let you touch 'em. George and I struggled for a bit after that, but it only took you a minute." And she was describing exactly what I had imagined as well. I didn't tell anyone about how much rent it was taking in my head. Even when it was just those smooth hard shells, I had the odd sense from touching them. Something about the life hiding inside of those things. "We can still hold on to them until they do hatch. I suppose..." she made another pause. "We can wait a bit longer until you decide. Wouldn't be too hard adding two more to our family."

So, it was at that moment, when I realized what I was feeling. Honest to Arceus and the other gods above, that's when I wanted to become a caretaker. Not just an uncle or a playmate. It took some time before words would come out of my mouth again, but I sealed it then and there when they did: "I don't want to wait. I'll grab them after work."

***

Need I remind you of the absurdity of life? There I was with two rather peculiar pokemon in front of me. Jasmine was no longer the bright-eyed little Eevee like before, but now a full-fledged Sylveon. Her best friend Ruthie had also undergone a change, a midday form Lycanroc. Ruthie was coiling inward and licked at her bits since she was still freshly creampied, and Jasmine had her ribbons still wrapped around my body, nuzzling against me in afterglow. It was a nice moment to share outside the tent, really. The weather was still complementary to the view we had, hardly a soul still around. Just me and my newly evolved playmates.

At this point, however, I needed to get them both to a pokecenter. I made quick work back to our resting spot and yanked everything out of our tent. Thanks to her ribbon appendages, Jasmine was actually quite the helper and eager to do so, a skip in her step and little noises escaping her muzzle: Syl! Ve! Sylvie! She also carried a tune packing up our cots, blankets, and other belongings. Ruthie's orders involved yanking out those pegs from the ground with her much stronger mouth, and neatly putting them into their bag along with the collapsable skeleton of sturdy-yet-cheap plastic framing, followed by the actual tent fabric on top of it. Seems like evolutions had their benefits, no?

One more dip in the river, getting their bodies clean again, especially their crotches. We trail alongside that river back to the grounds, and everything was put back into my vehicle like it was no one's business. Honestly, no one should know what we were up to back there in that forest and by that cliff. That didn't stop a worker yawning and strolling right up to us, however.

"On your way out?" The poor guy feigned his alertness, even with protruding yawns and a set of heavy eyes.

"Yeah, mate. Already paid for parking," I assumed with a grab of that little piece of paper that I stuck on top of the dashboard. I shoved it into his grubby hands, he looked it over with an adjustment of his bubbly frames, and everything seemed to be clear to the nearsighted worker. "Aight, y'good." And so I was. I was more than good, in fact. My girls hopped into the back of the car and I put her into gear, revving the engines, giving them a test before I exit the parking lot. I wasn't quite sure why, but something positive and warm was absolutely vibing inside of my body. All four of those orgasms did wear me out a bit, and I can't remember the last time I went that many times in a row. Could it be pride? Gratification? I had to explore that feeling later since I had cargo to transport. After an hour of driving, watching the sun rise further, jamming to music together, we pull up to the closest town and park at a Pokecenter. It was one of those 24-hour ones that had just been remodeled to look more sleek and modern. Floor-to-ceiling windows, a boxy rectangular shape, sliding doors.

"Out we go, girls," I requested as I helped the newly evolved pokemon out of the backseat and onto the gravel. I had to swat away Jasmine's tendrils as they wouldn't stop bothering and grabbing at Ruth's body. Quite a habit she picked up ever since she evolved, but all I had to do was control it. "I'll give ya something to grab onto later, egghead," I teased her with a wagging finger. That prompted her to attack my finger with her ribbons. "Hey, Jas! Jasmine!" Why she wanted me to fight with her like that inside the lobby of this place, I couldn't tell you. It only caused more swatting and other customers awkwardly backing away from us. But, I soon made it to the counter in one piece. "Hey, sorry about that. These two just evolved and I want to run a check-up on them."

"Well, congratulations, sir!" spoke Nurse Joy, dressed like her usual pink and white hospitality uniform. "If you'll just give us their pokeballs, we can get right to that." We both took turns putting the canines into their respective pokeballs, and just like that they were shipped off to the back for evaluation. That left me in the lobby, sitting back in a chair. These check-ups were nothin'. 15-minute wait tops, chilling in the lobby, going through social media or a magazine, and painless aside from all the forms you had to fill out once every three months. The selections of magazines they had nearby I had zero interest in: Trainer Digest, Poke-Snap!, Herald Sun. The car and motorcycle mags were still more than 10 years old, and they had an odd amount of reading material for pokemon breeding. As in, the old-fashioned way, and not the way that I do it. But then, only five minutes into my rest, I feel a tap on my shoulder. Nurse Joy had appeared once more, uncertainty in her eyes as she tried to rush me towards the back. I didn't know what the problem might be until I saw both of my girls on separate beds laying on their backs. "Do you mind telling me what you all were doing before you arrived?" It sounded very pointed and accusatory, especially with that raised eyebrow on her pretty little face.

"Well, we all went out camping, trying to catch the sunrise. All that good stuff," I assured the nurse, hands waving nonchalantly. "They didn't get Lyme disease, did they?"

"No, but I want to show you something," she spoke again, just as serious while showing me a chart. I didn't see what was so special about it as my eyes scanned the whole thing, but then on Jasmine's report I noticed something checked under the "Pregnancy" section. "Wait a tic..." Those words spilled out my confusion, and that positive vibe I had before dropped into the negatives, faster than an olympic diver.

"Yes," concurred the nurse, hands clasped together in front of her and without a semblance of a smile on her face. "Your pokemon haven't just evolved. They're pregnant. So, I have to ask you again, sir: what were you all doing before you arrived here?" And I didn't have an answer for her, rubbing at the beard on my face, eyeing down that report like it was a foreign species. It couldn't have been me, right? Maybe it was a stray that came by and got too friendly with them while I hadn't noticed. But, does that carry over when they evolve? And I couldn't remember the last time they were out of my sight, either.

And as fate had it, Joy had to ask a problematic question to both my Sylveon and Lycanroc: "Can you girls tell me who the father is?" They pulled away from her petting hands and rolled over closer to me, with both a ribbon tendril and canine paw pointed my way. There was an obvious pause, but I just laughed it off.

"Naw, naw, naw. She means the lucky guy that knocked you two up," I confirmed, to my own demise. That cheery look in their eyes didn't go away, moving their way down from their tables and nuzzling up against my body, showing the same warmth and appreciation they did after each creampie I gave them. That sealed it. My pupils retracted, beads of sweat forming on my face, fidgeting in my fingers. "You can't be bloody serious..." Congratulations, indeed.

Silence followed. The next question was obvious. "Did you force them to-" But the girls completely understood what "force" meant and gave sharp growls at the mere suggestion. It startled the poor nurse, and I simply concurred with the canines with a shake of my head. "I'm sorry! It's required by law that I ask," she spoke again once I calmed the two girls down, hands stroking from their necks down to their backs. She added, "You would not believe some of the people that come to our center. I'm not sure what happens at trainer license classes nowadays, but I certainly remember them saying you're not allowed to force yourself onto your pokemon. They will strip you of your license and arrest you if that's the case."

Me being a smartarse, I had to rebut, "Didn't say anything about consensual mating, did it?" Weird how many jokes I cracked in an awkward situation, cheeky grin and all.

"I know you're joking, but...there technically is a special license for breeders," came a timid explanation, which had my jaw on the floor. Then again, I didn't know what I expected when a joke like that flies right out of my mouth. Somehow, in all this mess, I had stumbled right into a way out of deep shit. "Of course, it might be rather difficult to make your case, but you just need to prove your intentions through a few surveys, some forms and evaluations, and a mental probe from a psychic pokemon."

"Oh, is that all?" I scoffed in perplexion, but she still gave me such a stern look and nodded her head.

"Otherwise, your pokemon are removed from you for their own safety," Nurse Joy assured.

I gave each girl a look, and they had an oddly naive look on their faces, which was both reassuring and worrying at the same time. Their winning smiles and close cuddles were nice to see, but I was still sweating bullets on the inside. I didn't have much of a choice, but I didn't have to tell you that it was a hard choice to make regardless. "Okay, I'll bite." I accepted my fate as a 'special breeder', even if it meant less free time and possibly work hours.

And the next six months of my life from then on involved welcoming two new kids into my life, another set of Rockruff and Eevee. All the while, I had to spend more time at home, tending to their eggs after they had been laid, keeping them warm and safe, but also making sure those newly evolved mothers didn't burn the house down. Surprisingly, that was easy enough to do as well. I figured I had a golden touch or aura is all. If I said not to touch something or jump on that, they followed without a second thought. Also, just like with George and Margie, I had free and open access to those eggs. I could shine them up, put them on heated blankets, and keep them separate from their mothers like it was nothing. Trust was the key word. All I had to do was give them an honest look and flash a grin, and they knew I could be trusted. Being their master before certainly did help, but this skill was somehow natural to me. It's absurd, just like life itself, especially with all the free passes I got so far. Maybe that aura worked on people too, though I would never think to use it to seduce a lady. After all, why do that when I could plow one of my girls in bed, or toss one up and eat them out like a shoey?

If anything, I've got my life made easy. Crazy as it sounds, fucking some pokemon turned out for the best. Reckon, I don't recommend going out and smashing it for a night with your pet or partner. But, like me, you may even find happiness, fatherhood, and purpose in life. Or, conversely, an excuse to get your rocks off like a sick cunt. Nothing's impossible.