Lilycove's New Breeding Service

by Sugarstep

Suddenly finding himself working for an up-and-coming Pokémon breeder, Alex Campbell soon discovers that they do a lot more than just sell eggs to new trainers. His knowledge of Pokémon biology and psychology makes him a useful asset to the business, but is he really cut out to do the unspeakable things they do? He does know one thing for sure, that everyone there loves Pokémon.

11. Any Time Soon

Author's Note:

First things first – no, you're not dreaming. This is actually a new chapter of Lilycove.

All of you are probably wondering why I've been totally inactive for almost a full year, and I don't exactly feel comfortable going into all of the details here, but let's just say that my life has changed a lot and I didn't have many opportunities or even the passion to write anything. A lot of things just kinda happened all at once. It took months for me to find that writing spark again, but I never forgot about Lilycove or any of you in the time that I've been absent.

I feel guilty for staying silent this whole time, but if any of you have been writing publicly for a while, you'll understand that the longer you stay away, the harder it is to come back. I want to keep things brief and not too sappy, so I'll just say that it feels good to be writing again and hopefully that won't change like it did last time.

So yeah, I hope you enjoy a chapter that was a BITCH to finish. Half of it was written ten months ago, and the rest I've worked on since the start of December. I still feel a little rusty, so I apologise in advance if I've made any oversights or my writing style seems different!

Thanks for sticking around all this time! Here's to many more chapters! (fingers crossed)

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The next day, we all managed to get up and out of the house without any problems. Since I had showered so late the night before, all I really had to do was put on a clean set of clothes and fix my hair. I had fallen asleep without drying it, so I spent a good few minutes fighting the tangled mess with my brush until it looked presentable. It was still long and unruly, but it was the best it would ever look. It was the first time I had hung out at a friend's place in years, even if it was just a casual orgy, so I made an extra effort to look nice. What kind of person had I become, using 'casual' and 'orgy' in the same sentence?

"Hannah…?" I called while opening the door to the lodge's living room. My two team members tailed behind me, Eloise surprisingly opting to skitter across the ground alongside Wren. She probably didn't want to ruin the hair I had spent so long taming. "You awake yet?"

The living room was dark and lifeless, and I strained to listen for the sound of running water coming from the bathroom. Everything was silent, so I let out a sigh and flicked on the light. I thought she was joking around when she said that I was supposed to wake her up, but there were no signs of activity anywhere. Noon had already come and went, but I couldn't blame her for sleeping in so late. She must have used weekends to catch up on all the sleep she had missed from the week before, since her egg maintenance required her to be up every couple of hours.

Even though we were dating, I still didn't feel comfortable just barging into her bedroom while she was asleep with her Pokémon. I leaned on the wall outside of her door for a few minutes, mulling over whether this was a clever idea or not. Wren and Eloise sensed the atmosphere and kept quiet as I tried to steel my nerves. I wasn't the type to just barge in and rudely wake someone up, but she had requested it earlier. My timid nature almost wouldn't allow it, but I threw caution to the wind and let her bedroom door creak open.

I glanced into the room cautiously, half expecting to see something scandalous. Instead, I saw a massive pile of bodies strewn across the large mattress that took up most of the space in the room. The light from the hallway shone in, but it was still too dark to make out much of anything. The mass of fur and scales rose and fell as they breathed in unison, slumbering peacefully together like they were a big family. Britney's long ears curved across the headboard, and Hannah's bright pink hair peaked out not too far away. Her towering Pangoro acted almost like a second bed as Baxter was propped up against his side, using him as a makeshift pillow. It was really cute the way they all slept together, and I hated to interrupt them all like this.

"Han," a low, monotone voice that I had never heard before echoed out from the darkness. I wildly looked around the shadowy room for the source, eventually finding a pair of glowing, yellow eyes staring at me from under the bed. "We've got a visitor."

The Pokémon pile stirred as a human arm rose its way above them. Hannah was trying to pull herself atop them all, as she was likely being crushed under their weight. I had no idea how she could even sleep amidst them, as the amount of body heat they all created would have been unbearable. She looked at me in bewilderment as her eyes focused on the dim light before she fell back down.

"S'just Alex," she slurred, cuddling into her Lopunny as she closed her eyes again. Only a couple of her other Pokémon awakened as they heard the sound of her voice. The room was further illuminated with a strange light as her Salazzle's lithe body flashed with a fiery energy. Her pink body markings stood stark amongst her black skin as they pulsated, almost like a neon sign you would see in a bustling city. "Be a good boy and say hi for me."

The yellow eyes disappeared for a second as a gecko-like Pokemon crawled its way out from under the huge bed. It looked like there was barely enough space for even Baxter to lie under there, but the Grovyle standing up in front of me somehow managed to sleep in that place. He was small and slender, and when he stepped into the light, I finally remembered that I had seen him once before. Only for a minute, back at my first ever day at the ranch.

"Apollo…" he muttered, and I couldn't be sure whether that was his half-assed attempt at introducing himself or he was just very interested in Roman gods. His slouched, tired posture and slanted eyes reminded me of the disinterested people I saw at high school who would smoke weed in the toilets before going to class. "Sorry, I'm dying for some water."

He slid past me with reptilian agility before I could even register what was happening and was out of my sight. Eloise and Wren looked equally confused as they watched him slink down the hallway to the kitchen, his clawed feet clacking across the floor as he went. The leaf blades adorning his wrists were gleaming as he fanned them out, almost like he was showing off to all of us standing behind him. His soft, fleshy body was shining with health like the rest of Hannah's team. If recalled correctly, Britney referred to him as 'handsome'.

"Ugh, I said say hi, dammit!" Hannah groaned, finally roused now that her odd Grovyle hadn't followed her orders. It seemed like he did everything at his own pace, even going as far as to ignore his own trainer's wishes. He didn't seem spiteful or unruly though, just laid-back enough to completely ignore someone. "Fine, fine… I'll get up."

With significant effort, Hannah sat up, and now that I could see her properly I realised that she wasn't wearing any clothes. It made sense, since sleeping naked was about the only way you could withstand the heat of six other bodies, especially when one of them was a fire type. She stuck out her chest as she stretched and yawned, and I couldn't help but blush at the sight. It was quite a shock to see her like that so casually and I quickly averted my gaze. Sure, we were together now, but I had only seen her naked one other time.

"Any reason why Apollo was under the bed?" I asked, unable to stop my curiosity. More importantly, I wanted a topic to distract myself from the fact that she was unclothed. All of her other Pokémon chose to sleep together, even Oleander, who I didn't see as the type to show affection. The massive bed still seemed to have enough space to accommodate his skinny body, so it had to be some other reason.

"He prefers sleeping on the floor, where it's cooler," she replied, still not awake enough to form proper sentences. She looked over all of her team members with a careful eye to check that they were all okay, and to those still sleeping, she gave them a loving pat on the head. "Always been weird like that."

She had to climb over a snoring Pangoro, but eventually she made it onto the bedroom floor. Her bare toes wriggled into the carpet, and being self-conscious about her nakedness was probably the last thing on her mind. I wouldn't have been surprised if she just walked around the lodge like that most of the time. Against my better judgement, I took a long look up her body until I fell upon her staring eyes.

"Even if it is dark, I can still see where you're looking," she giggled, throwing one of her discarded shirts at me. I couldn't really help the fact that her body looked so damn good, so I just laughed guiltily along with her. Her assets weren't the biggest, but they were the perfect size for her figure. Her hips were actually pretty wide, despite how thin her thighs were. "Not that I mind, obviously, but we're saving all that for later tonight."

"I bet if we were in the opposite situation, you'd be staring at me as well," I reprimanded, leaning against the doorframe and doing my best not to take another look. At this point, Eloise had gotten curious to all the commotion and scampered into the room, stopping in her tracks in amazement to gawk at all the other Pokémon.

"You've got me there," she replied, defeated. Her hands moved to her head as she ruffled her pink hair forcefully, letting it settle naturally. Her pixie cut looked good no matter what state her hair was in, and I found it ironic that she had shorter hair than her boyfriend. It was usually the other way around. "Right, everyone, rise and shine!"

There were various sighs and groans of different intensities as Hannah clapped her hands loudly, making sure that none of her Pokémon were left sleeping. Her Pangoro jolted awake at all the noise, causing Baxter to tumble off of his furry stomach with a yelp. He bounced along the mattress until he was left looking absolutely rattled. Both the giant panda and the tiny chinchilla scowled at their rude awakenings.

"You're gonna keep Alex company while I shower!" she ordered with an outstretched arm, almost like she was commanding them to use a specific attack in battle. Her enthusiasm and intensity for her Pokémon was evident even outside of a fighting situation. "C'mon, I want everyone out into the living room!"

Soon, we were all shuffled out of her messy bedroom until I found myself sitting on the couch surrounded by her team. Seeing them all together like this really put into perspective how skilled of a trainer Hannah must have been. Baxter and Eloise began tussling on the rug, eager to get some battle practice in while they still had the chance. On the other hand, Wren looked a little overwhelmed to be sitting so close to the intimidating Pangoro. I put an arm around him and pulled him closer to me, paying no mind to how cold he was, and reassured him.

"Ssso, you're the one that Hannah won't ssstop going on about," Victoria, the Salazzle, hissed while giving me a predatory glance. Her forked tongue crept out of her jagged maw and flicked in my direction, and I couldn't help but tense up slightly. Britney sat next to her like she wasn't dangerous, but I felt like I was being stared at not as a friend, but food. "It'sss all we've heard from her thessse passst couple daysss."

"Really?" I gulped, struggling for something else to say to the imposing salamander. The way she hung on every 's' sound for a few seconds put me on edge, and she spoke in hushed, almost sultry, whispers. Her pink markings danced with a fervent light, hypnotising me into staring at nobody else but her. "I'm sorry if that's been annoying in any way."

"No, no, it'sss quite alright," she comforted, waving her slender fingers at me to try and calm my unease. I knew that she had the best intentions, but all of her movements were so unsettling. Her thin, almond-shaped eyes closed even further as she smiled. "I know how it can feel to be… infatuated by othersss."

"Cool it a little Vic, you're scaring him shitless," the Pangoro boomed, making me almost jump out of my skin. I wasn't expecting his voice to be that loud and powerful, and his growling was enough to rattle the couch we were sitting on. Why did I have to be sitting next to the massive panda who could probably crush me with one hand?

"And you're not, Chief?" Britney giggled, her piercing laughs not even giving the Pangoro a chance to reply. I hated to admit that she was right, but the gruff fighting type was even more intimidating than the frightening Salazzle. His sheer size was enough to probably deter all that would challenge him, but the Lopunny laughed at him like he was harmless. "You're not, like, exactly that adorable little Pancham anymore, y'know?"

As if to prove a point, Chief offered me a hand that was larger than my entire head. His rough, black paw was opened in a gesture like he wanted to me to shake it. The moment I raised my right arm, he grabbed a hold of it and shook so hard that I felt like he was about to rip it off. He probably had the strength to do that without even trying. His grizzled demeanour belied his willingness to befriend me, and I was surprised that he retained any manners at all.

"Hey there little guy," he said, his daunting glare and bared teeth reminding me that he was also a dark type. He was being nice enough right now, but I knew that the last thing you wanted to do was anger a Pangoro. Their ruthlessness was legendary even over here, where the species wasn't native. "Hannah's said a lot of good things about you, so we shouldn't have any problems, yeah?"

His tone was protective and fatherly, and the way he gripped my hand like he was trying to shatter my bones told me that if I ever hurt her in any way, he would be the first one at my doorstep. He looked grouchy, but he managed to mask that with a booming cheerfulness despite the underlying meaning behind his words. It made wonder what he was like as a Pancham, and if Britney's words were anything to go by, it sounded like his evolution had triggered a drastic change in him. Acquiring the dark typing would probably cause quite a shift in personality.

"You're all acting like Hannah is some naïve teenage girl who can't make decisions for herself," Oleander croaked, watching Baxter and Eloise brawl on the floor with peculiar interest. The room fell silent at his words, and I imagined that the Toxicroak could either be the voice of reason or the source of conflict within the group. "She said earlier to keep him company, not interrogate him about their relationship."

"Well, like, it's hard not to be protective of her," Britney acknowledged, trying to dispel the awkward silence. She had been at Hannah's side the longest, so I could understand the need to ensure that I was actually a good person. If you really wanted to get technical about things, you could say that Britney was her girlfriend, and she was hesitant about that fact changing in any way. "You must know what I mean though Ollie with, like, how much we've been through since we left Sinnoh."

"Hmm, yeah, I understand," he agreed, his toothy grimace lessening to a more wistful expression. The rest of Hannah's team had been formed once she moved away from Hearthome and started to travel the world, but she began her journey with a Buneary and Croagunk by her side. They had all matured together, and it must not have been easy. "Just try to trust her decision is all I'm saying."

It was difficult to focus my attention on the unique group of Pokémon. Even with only four of them engaged in the conversation, they were all so comfortable with each other that they managed to speak amongst themselves without much input from me. Before I started working at the ranch, I had no idea that Pokemon could display such levels of individuality, but now I understood that they were no different than humans. In fact, they could be more friendly and interesting than most other people I had come across. They obviously all cared for each other, despite their differences both physically and emotionally.

"You guys are such a handful," a voice sounded from behind me, and I immediately felt a presence lean on the back of the couch that we were sitting on. I craned my neck to see the verdant leaves of a Grovyle, which was quite a shock since I hadn't even heard Apollo leave the kitchen. His stealth wasn't surprising, since their species were known for deftly creeping across the treetops. "He probably wants nothing to do with us now."

"That's not true in the slightest," I laughed, prompting other smiles to break out across the whole room. Even Baxter and Eloise stopped mid-fight to hear my words, and I noticed that the chinchilla looked a little more battered than the last time they had clashed. Patches of his fur now littered the floor along with Eloise's cloudy feathers, and he was breathing heavily. "If anything, I want to get to know you all even more. You probably have some crazy stories to tell with how much you've all done together."

"We, like, barely survived our vacation in Alola," Britney recalled with a mixture of horror and nostalgic glee, nudging the fiery Salazzle sitting next to her who returned the gesture. Hannah's other Pokémon wore similar expressions, and Oleander was even sent into a fit of laughter, his throat sac bulging like a balloon as he doubled over. "It was so wild that we came back to Hoenn with one more friend than, like, when we left."

"The hangover lasssted for weeksss," Victoria hissed, her slim features tightening in a garish smile. The immediate air around her was tinged with a purple hue as she seemed to taint whatever she was near, clouding the Salazzle in a currently harmless mist. I imagined that along with Oleander's poison, they could create quite a deadly mixture that nothing could ever survive.

"Oh Arceus, don't remind me," Hannah muttered queasily, sounding like even recounting the memories were making her ill. The lodge's soundproofing had to be professionally done as she hadn't even made a noise when exiting the bathroom, but here she was, standing in the hallway clad in the same baby-pink towel I had seen her in a couple days ago. "I wasn't sober for that entire trip, so I barely even remember capturing Victoria."

"Why couldn't have I been born before you went to Alola?" Baxter pouted as Eloise tried to unleash a flurry of pecks in his direction. He deftly stepped out of her range, leaving her to fall flat on her face and skid against the rug. She chirped in frustration, launching herself of the ground with an angry flutter. "All those exotic Pokémon that I missed out on still keep me up at night!"

"Come on, there's too much action for you to handle even here at the ranch," Hannah huffed, shaking her head at the eager Minccino until he stopped looking at her like a spoiled child. Their relationship was definitely strange, but I noticed the sly smile spread across Hannah's face when the normal type turned away from her in defiance. She definitely enjoyed his antics.

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The next few hours passed by with Hannah's team sharing more stories, but now that the woman herself was here, the vivid personalities the Pokémon displayed earlier seemed to die down a bit. The interactions were much more relaxed now that she was sat down with us, and Wren even joined the conversation for a little while before he got too overwhelmed. It felt nice to have a time where there were no obligations, with Hannah having to leave for a quick check-up on the eggs only once for the entire time.

We became increasingly aware of the time once Baxter began tugging on his trainer's sleeves. It seemed like he was looking forward to this orgy far more than anyone and once everyone was back in their Pokéballs – Wren and Eloise excluded – Hannah lead the charge and we made our way to Katie's apartment.

Somewhere in downtown Lilycove that I wasn't familiar with stood a relatively dilapidated set of apartment buildings. They weren't exactly luxurious, but I had heard that rent this far into the town was absolutely ludicrous, so I couldn't really blame Katie for living in such a place. I scoffed at a sign that had 'The Lily's Cove' plastered all over it with proud lettering and walked across the carpark, hand held tightly by Hannah as she had basically pulled me the entire way. It wasn't that I was slow, it was that she walked insanely fast.

We were heading toward the less-grimy looking block of apartments that didn't seem too bad when set in front the backdrop of a starry sky. The days were starting to get shorter as we barrelled into autumn, and this night was especially dark and cold. I couldn't wait to get inside where she, hopefully, had a fireplace or a space heater somewhere. I wasn't going to be sidling up to Victoria for warmth any time soon, that was for sure.

"Katie – stop making out with your boyfriend and buzz us in," Hannah smirked into the tiny, scuffed intercom once she had pressed the button with Katie's name written in what I assumed was her flamboyant handwriting. I noticed big chunky letters with Brandon's name too a few rows down, which I hadn't anticipated. It was a little too convenient that they had both picked 'The Lily's Cove' as a place to live.

"Wait, Katie and Brandon stay in the same apartment block?" I said in a hushed tone, pushing the unlocked door aside with my shoulder as my hands were occupied with a contented Swablu. Wren followed quickly behind, looking fearful of getting shut out and separated from us by the electronic door.

"Yeah, I forgot to say. His apartment is totally shitty compared to Katie's though, so he usually hangs out in theirs until they all go to bed," she explained, hopping up the flight of stairs with surprising agility as she left me to struggle along by myself. "He's talked about moving out to one of the little bungalows on the beachfront, since he's saved up a fuckton of money from work, but none of them have gone up for sale yet."

Under the glow of a flickering hallway light, we came to a stop at a heavy-looking door once we had braved the imposing flights of stairs. Hannah was entirely unfazed, but I had to stop and catch my breath once we reached the correct floor. I would have rather taken the elevator, but she seemed to think that it was some good exercise for me. The door in question was a rusted, red colour with a slot for a nameplate. 'Katie Carlyle and Julian' were written in the same fancy handwriting, and she had even doodled a cute, yellow flower next to it.

Hannah knocked out an interesting tune that seemed far too complex, almost like a secret handshake that you would have to know in order for access into a clubhouse. It wouldn't have surprised me if they really did have a signature knock, just in case they were doing anything dirty out in the open. Answering the door half naked to a stranger was a fear that I was starting to get familiar with, the incident with the pizza girl still fresh in my mind.

Before she could even finish, the door swung open to reveal an exuberant Katie. Her strawberry-blonde hair that was usually trapped in a ponytail had been set free, and it made her look like a completely different person. Light orange wisps of hair spilled down her shoulders, and she was idly playing with a strand of it as she welcomed us into her apartment. Her cherry-red lipstick volumized her lips and made her smile look even wider.

"It's not much but make yourself at home," she grinned, and as I brushed past her, I was immediately hit with the scent of a fruity perfume. It was almost intoxicating and if I didn't have Wren nipping at my heels, I would have been stopped in my tracks by the smell of apples and violets. The jumpers that she usually wore had been discarded in favour of a much skimpier, low-cut shirt that completely highlighted the fact she wasn't wearing a bra.

"I'll never get used to how you look outside of work y'know," Hannah muttered, having thought the exact same thing as me. It was obvious that she didn't want to wear lipstick and do her hair properly if she was doing manual labour at the ranch, but if this was what she looked like for a casual orgy, I could only imagine what she would do for a night out on the town.

'She doesn't wear more than a few scraps of cloth held together by string,' Julian joked, and I could hear his mental projection echo its way through my mind even though he was nowhere to be seen.

As I turned the corner into the living room, I spotted the Gallade lounging on a leather couch with that familiar smarmy smile. I gave him a small wave of the hand as he tipped his drink at me, and although he couldn't do much to accessorise, he too was shining like he had just come from a bubble-bath.

The living room's design was very… atypical. Random pieces of furniture were strewn around the floor with little coordination, and I instantly noticed just how large the place was. The center of the room was filled with empty space that could have put the lodge to shame, except for a few chairs and stools that I couldn't explain the purpose of. Large blinds covered the windows to block the view of any watchful eyes from outside, and a lamp from the corner bathed the room in a warm, fiery glow.

A glass table adorned with sparse ornaments stood shakily on the laminated, wooden flooring. It was about the only decoration in the entire room, with the rest looking like it was needed out of necessity rather than vanity. I could spy some photo frames with pictures of Katie and Julian, with some even featuring Brandon or Hannah. I thought that the tanned worker would have arrived before us, but he was nowhere to be seen even as I scanned the room for a second time.

"Brandon!" Katie called, cupping a hand to her ear and aiming her voice to the door on the far side of the room. Hannah motioned me over to the smaller couch that was facing opposite Julian's as she threw off her shoes with little care to where they landed. "Hurry up doing whatever it is you're doing and get out here!"

"So, welcome to our humble abode," Julian said sarcastically, raising his arms in a royal gesture and almost spilling the rest of his drink. Katie shot the best glare she could muster at the psychic type as she fell down beside him, though the sigh she let out as she looked around told me that she thought the same as him. "I wanted a bachelor pad myself, but she wanted something that wasn't 'embarrassing'."

"He still fucking asks if we can put a pool table in the middle of this room," she groaned, like they had been through the topic a thousand different times. The Gallade just laughed as he placed his glass on the wooden coffee table wedged in-between the two couches. I couldn't ever imagine him playing pool as his psychic powers would probably trivialise the whole thing.

"Still better than living at the lodge," Hannah snickered, petting at Eloise as she had scurried out of my arms and over to hers. I hadn't expected her to warm up to my girlfriend as quickly as she did, just because she was so attached to me, but she was probably going to be like that with everyone. If I trusted someone, she would trust someone. "Sometimes it feels like I'm in The Shining with how often I'm stuck in there."

"You better not go crazy and try to kill me when I stay over," I said, rolling my eyes at the dated movie reference. I noticed the first time I had seen her room that one of her cabinets had quite the collection of DVDs, so I imagined they were what she used to pass the time when she was too tired for much else. Anime was more my area of expertise, but I was glad that she could be just as nerdy about similar things.

"All work and no play does describe you pretty well," Julian commented, ushering a tight-lipped murmur from Hannah. Even though she was devoted to the eggs at the ranch and enjoyed working there, I had to agree with him. I had no idea how she could have such a stressful job and remain to be active and enthusiastic, so she must have felt stifled sometimes.

"Well, she's here to play now," Katie smiled, sensing that Hannah didn't want to be reminded of her duties. Wren looked utterly bewildered about what we were talking about, and it made me wonder about how interested he would be in films and other such things. He seemed intellectually capable enough to understand them. "Let's use tonight not only to welcome Alex officially into our circle, but as a chance for us to unwind, yeah?"

"Speaking of tonight…!" Brandon shouted, bashing open the door with his shoulder not only just to make a dramatic entrance, but because he was carrying a crate of something in his muscled arms. The clinking of glass bottles continued after his words as he stepped over to the table we were all sitting around. "I put these in your fridge a few days ago, and I thought we could use some of them."

"I didn't even notice they were there!" Katie replied incredulously, taking out a mysterious brown bottle from the crate and inspecting it thoroughly. Her lips curled in a mischievous grin as she twirled around the liquid inside. "I thought you said that you couldn't get any more for a while?"

"I asked for an extra batch last time we saw him, and I've been saving it for a special occasion," he smiled gleefully, proud to have made such an impression. I had no idea what they were talking about, but whatever it was, it definitely sounded shady. I couldn't imagine Brandon going to a back alley and asking for some bootleg alcohol, but the bottles were telling me otherwise.

"We better let Alex know what he's getting into," Julian said, either having read my mind and sensed my confusion, or was just letting his responsible side shine through. Everyone's eyes fell upon me, and it suddenly made me remember just how new to this group I really was. I didn't have a good reason to know what they were talking about, but it made me feel pretty uncool. "Or have we not learned our lesson like last time in Alola?"

"Don't," Hannah scowled, with the same queasy look she had shown earlier in the lodge's living room. Whatever this Alola trip they had all taken entailed, she obviously didn't look back on it with fondness. She had mentioned she was hardly sober for it, so was this really some sort of synthesised alcohol?

"This…" Brandon began, taking a bottle in his hand and shaking it at me for added effect. "Is basically ambrosia for poképhiles."

"We've been told that it's a mixture of Blissey egg, alcohol and whatever mixer you want to put in it like lemonade," Katie elaborated, obviously not pleased with Brandon's vague, albeit enthusiastic, explanation. "You've probably heard the stories of how a Blissey will give away one of her unfertilised eggs for people to eat, to calm them down and make them feel happiness, right?"

"Well, when a tiny bit of this egg is added to alcohol, it makes such a potent aphrodisiac that it allows you to have sex about ten times in a row without feeling any fatigue," Julian grinned, adopting a villainous smile that only grew in intensity when he was offered a bottle of the stuff. The Alola vacation was starting to make a lot more sense now that I had context.

"He's definitely over-exaggerating a bit, but you only need to take a couple sips before you'll start to feel in the mood," Hannah smiled, giving me that sultry, lopsided grin that could have done the job all on its own. This drink was starting to sound just like an overblown fantasy, but they were all giving me serious looks. "You know how you were saying how tired you were getting just from a couple days of fucking?"

"Yeah, like how I could sleep nonstop for a week," I recalled, suddenly remembering that feeling all too well. I had sufficiently recharged since then, but going through the afterglow of sex again and again had taken its toll on me. My stamina was nowhere near that of the others, and I doubted that some miracle concoction could ever change that.

"This drink will not only restore your energy and make you less sleepy, but temporarily raise your desire for sex to such a level that you won't be satisfied just cumming once," Brandon said, and it was one of the rare occasions that I had heard him being so vulgar. Dirty words just didn't sound right coming from his warm, kind smile. "It has a more potent effect on guys, so it means we don't have to wait a while before we're able to go at it again."

"Who the hell discovered that this sort of thing exists?" I asked, barely able to follow what they were saying. Aphrodisiacs definitely existed, but this was going far beyond that in ways that should have been impossible. Then again, a Blissey egg did contribute to the drink's effect, and they were known for doing miraculous things.

"Nobody knows it's true creator, and for that reason it goes by many names," Julian began, his words layered in a grand tone like he was talking about some mythical potion brewed by a wizard. He was being so absurd that I couldn't help but snicker, and he seemed to be enjoying the attention. "The guy that supplies it to Brandon liked that he calls it ambrosia, so most people around these parts have started to name it that as well."

"I think it was popularised by the poképhile community in rural Sinnoh, mostly around the redneck farms and ranches in Solaceon," Hannah added, scratching her chin like she was deep in thought. I had no idea how long she had been away from her home region for, but it probably took a lot of effort for her to remember things about it. "I remember hearing about it back when it was really new, but it's all over the place nowadays. Ronan, the shady guy who sells it to us, is from Sinnoh originally as well."

"Better save it for when we get into the actual thick of things," Brandon thought aloud, collecting the bottles that he had passed out and sheathing them into the crate once again. He was handling them like they were volatile and could explode at any moment, and now that I heard an explanation, I didn't dare doubt their potency. Regular hangovers were awful enough without all the bells and whistles.

"Right!" Katie clapped her hands, reminding me of the way Hannah would enthusiastically keep the group moving forward. It seemed that when the strawberry-blond trainer wasn't present, my girlfriend would try and fill her role. "I know this isn't exactly glamorous, but we need to sort out how we're gonna go about this whole thing."

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The next couple of hours were spent getting comfortable over a bunch of unhealthy takeout food while discussing the plans for tonight. It was nice to hang out with everyone in a casual setting where people were more relaxed, and many laughs were shared over mouthfuls of our meal. It was odd that we were discussing the technicalities of the orgy like it was a challenge that we would have to work together to overcome, but I understood that even casual flings like this had to have a semblance of order.

Now that we had shifted into dusk and the artificial glow of streetlamps peaked through the curtains, things had started to take a turn that I had come to expect from my lustful co-workers. Katie couldn't help but basically lie across her Gallade's lap, letting her fingers slowly dance and twirl their way across his thighs like she was trying her utmost to tease him. Brandon kept fidgeting with the Pokéballs on his waist, eager to unleash his energetic electric types into the room to make the place spring to life. The tension in the air was palpable.

"Oh, somebody just fuck someone else already," Hannah pleaded, unable to bear everyone's wariness about the situation. She clicked open the spheres on her belt with quick succession, sending everyone reeling as the bright lights assaulted our senses. Her team materialised with confused glances and stares, barely taking up any space in the massive living room. "I'm not gonna be the one who starts this whole thing off on my own again."

Before I knew it, everything devolved into chaos at the behest of my girlfriend's words. She smirked proudly as various articles of clothing were thrown in our direction, and I could only watch in amazement with how effectively her words had spurred the two others sitting across from us. Brandon added to the Pokémon pile in the center of the room as he pulled off his shirt, and Katie was already lip locked with her Gallade, their hands exploring every inch of each other. Hannah tossed a bottle of ambrosia at my hands with reckless abandon, letting me fumble with the cool glass which had nearly just been smashed against the hardwood floor.

"Drink up," She commanded, unfastening the button on her tight-fitting jeans with ease which lead me to believe it had been loosed with years of abuse. I popped the cap open, letting the bottle hiss at me as the fizz threatened to overflow and soak the couch we were sitting on. "You'll need it to handle the both of us."

Not wanting to miss out on any of the action, I barely heeded their earlier warnings as I brought the bottle to my eager lips. A sweet, nectary liquid coated my tongue as I took a hearty swig – a little more than I was previously told to take otherwise. It had the consistency and sugary taste of honey, the substance barely able to crawl its way to my throat before I took a laboured swallow. I watched through slanted eyes as everyone did the same, Julian and Katie sharing a bottle between them both.

I only had enough time to set the unmarked bottle back down on the table before I felt the effects hit me like a runaway train. My surroundings twisted and warped as every colour in the room seemed to get brighter, Hannah's baby-pink hair turning the same colour as her Salazzle's neon markings. An indescribable tingle oozed its way down my throat and spread to my various limbs, making it feel like my blood had gotten thicker and was struggling to flow through my veins. When everything began to normalise again, I felt the overwhelming urge to just pin down the next person I saw until I was satisfied. Desire shot down to my waist, encompassing me in a delirious haze. I barely noticed that an excited, naughty grin had spread across my face.

I had also failed to notice that my jeans were starting to be pulled off, by none other than my girlfriend and her gorgeous Lopunny. Everything else faded away in the background, Eloise and the others becoming little more than obscured blurs as my attention had been grasped by the two girls and their lusty eyes. Britney's pink nose wiggled curiously as she found her way to my boxers, her furry hands tickling my inner thighs as she searched around for my arousal. Hannah tossed my jeans somewhere far behind her and whispered about how I wouldn't be needing them for the rest of the night. It took all my focus just to comprehend her words.

Usually, I would have been intimidated at being handled by an experienced Pokémon, but the ambrosia had hijacked my reasoning and only made me lust after release. The normal type pulled my boxers down eagerly, giggling as my aching hard cock bounced to attention. Even the cool air in the room brushing against my bare skin was enough to send a surge of pleasure through my body, so when Britney wrapped a supple, smooth hand around me, I bucked my hips impulsively and felt close to already blowing my load. She raised one fluffy eyebrow at me, her light clutch teasing at my wanting state. I felt heavy, barely able to do much else but moan as her fingertips skilfully worked their way down my shaft.

Hannah flashed me a sultry smile while leaning forwards, pausing to watch the anticipation spread across my face as her flushed, hot breath set my skin aflame. She took a slow, careful lick along my length, savouring the taste on her tongue as she let it curl back into her mouth. I shivered at the sensation, causing the two girls to smirk at each like they had just been struck with an amazing idea at the same time. I was completely at their mercy, the ambrosia paralysing me with a hedonistic thrill.

My girlfriend and her Lopunny gave each other a sloppy kiss over my cock, Britney sucking on my head playfully as Hannah's tongue explored not only the sultry bunny's maw, but every inch of me as well. The normal type's rough tongue flicked at my cock-slit greedily as she tried to taste my precum, her wanting eyes only losing focus on mine whenever Hannah's tongue would meet hers. My fingers dug into the sides of the couch as their combined skill was working me into a frenzy. I felt Hannah's breath creep lower and lower, leaving Britney to toy with me as she pleased.

Hannah's lips pursed as she suckled softly on my balls, trying to coax me closer and closer to the beginnings of a climax. Her sure, careful arms were pushing my legs apart as she swirled the tip of her tongue across my sack. I raised my hands and ran them through her short pink hair, guiding her down and holding her in place forcefully. The drink was bringing out a dominant side to me, which delighted the girls to no end. She backed off with a grin, biting playfully on a part of her lip as she ran her hands down Britney's voluptuous ears.

This spurred the bunny to finally sink her head down, her pink nose wiggling against my waist as her mouth opened for me. Hannah left my side as Britney bobbed her head, coating my dick in a thick mixture of both their saliva. She knelt down behind her starter's wiggling rump, playing with her pom-pom tail lovingly as Britney spread her legs. The pink hair disappeared, and I would have given anything in the world to see what was going on down there.

My attention quickly returned to the Lopunny as she let out a muffled moan, her eyes now wrenched shut in pleasure as she shivered against her trainer's tongue. She raised her ass high into the air with her powerful, long legs. Everyone else in the room momentarily stopped whatever debauchery they were committing to marvel at Britney presenting herself, Katie giving me a thumbs-up before sinking back down on her Zangoose's thick member. The room was still hazy with the effects of the ambrosia, but I could have sworn Baxter and Eloise were a lot closer together than before.

Britney's movements were becoming less controlled as she slobbered against my cock, barely able to stop herself from crying out. Her frantic lip-service was enough for me to lose composure, as even the mere idea of her gagging against me while her trainer went down on her was about the hottest thing I had ever experienced. My hands held tight onto her long ears like makeshift reigns as I threw the last of my hesitance out the window. I had no idea whether it was the ambrosia reaching the peak of its effect or just my own inner feelings, but I wanted to make this Lopunny choke on my cock.

Her eyes went wide as I pulled her ears down, her cream-coloured arms flailing wildly as she was brought out of her stupor. She became acutely aware of just what I was doing, the sides of her lips curling upwards as she tried her best to smile passionately. The tip of my dick slid down her throat causing her to cough and splutter, spit sliding down the sides of my cock and pooling on my crotch. The gagging action of her narrow throat massaged against my head while her tongue flailed against the underside of my shaft.

Hannah spanked her ass, no doubt hearing the panicked sounds coming from her starter. She yelped with pleasure, shaking her butt as if to ask for another one while she deepthroated me. I had never met a Pokemon who was able to take this much punishment, and it seemed like Britney completely revelled in it. Her nymphomaniac tendencies would have been worrying to me, if I hadn't been completely overtaken by primal urges.

A shudder completely blindsided me as my cock twitched with a frantic impatience I had never experienced. Usually, there was a build-up and I knew exactly when it was about to happen, but this ambrosia had to be doing something to me. I lurched forwards, trapping Britney's head in-between my thighs as every muscle in my body clenched like I was being electrocuted. I unloaded inside her unexpecting mouth, completely oblivious to the cries of protest coming from the poor bunny under my weight. As soon as I was aware of myself again, I pulled out.

She coughed, letting strands of cum dribble down her front as I shot the rest across her chocolate-coloured face. She lay there, barely able to hold herself up as she was glazed with my thick, white semen. Amidst her pained gasping were what sounded like laughs, as she brought a fluffy paw up to wipe at her mouth. Her shivering had ceased, and I noticed Hannah's face peaking out from her partner's backside, her lips and chin covered in fluids.

"At least, like, give me a warning next time, or something… yeah?" she panted with a pout, looking utterly displeased as her pristine coat had been sullied by my fluids. My head was still light and hazy not only from an orgasm, but the ambrosia's wondrous effects. The warmth that I experienced was incredible, so I felt no ounce of concern for the Lopunny lying in front of me and only offered her a dumb smile.

"It looks like this stuff is revealing quite the cruel streak in our sweet little Alex," Hannah giggled, getting off her knees and taking a sip of the drink in question herself. There were bottles lying all around the room and I had no idea who they each belonged to, though I doubted she cared as she picked up the one nearest her. "I knew it was hidden in there somewhere."

"You'll, like, get used to how weird it feels pretty quick with how often we drink it," Britney comforted while doing her best to clean off her thick fur. Her features were blurred and unfocused, almost like I was watching her through a foggy window. I probably looked stupid with how little I was moving, but the only thing I could care about right now was who I was going to pleasure next. "How is it, like, making you feel?"

"Feels like I could take on everyone at the ranch and still be fine," I laughed, marvelling at the lack of fatigue that I was feeling. This ambrosia entirely removed the need for the sluggish afterglow of sex, like some sort of sugar-filled energy drink specifically made for sex addicts. "S'that a good sign?"

"Definitely," Hannah replied, peering around the room as if looking for her next partner. I could still barely see a few feet in front of the couch, but those that were close to me seemed to be enjoying themselves. Wren had left my side sometime during my session with Hannah and Britney, and I just hoped he had either found someone or at least quiet place where he wouldn't feel too overwhelmed. "Now that we've had our fun with you, it should really be someone else's turn."

"I don't think I can get up and walk around just yet, so you'll have to bring them to me," I chuckled, trying to raise one of my legs to prove my point. Ignoring the earlier advice and taking a big swig from the bottle was coming back to bite me, and I just prayed that the hangover wasn't going to be too horrendous. I barely had time to think about that though, as a renewed surge of desire rushed its way through my veins. At least one part of me was able to still move.

"The first sip is always the hardest," Hannah sighed, looking at me with a hint of pity in her eyes. Even though she had drunk the same amount as me, she still looked level-headed and conscious enough to make proper decisions. She had probably built up a resistance to the Blissey egg over years of use. "Just sit here and try to chill out for a second, I'll send someone over soon."

.-.-.-.-.-.

As I sat there alone, boxers still pulled down to my thin ankles, the upbeat living room slowly started to come into focus once again as my inexperienced body acclimated to the ambrosia. Everywhere that I looked, humans and Pokemon were locked together in various kinky positions, their lustful moans creating a wonderful symphony of sin. Katie, with beads of sweat dripping down her curvy figure, had satisfied her intimidating Zangoose, who was sprawled happily on the floor like a Skitty that got the cream. The fur on his scarred waist was matted and sticky as his trainer continued to straddle him, planting loving kisses on his chest. Brandon had bent his tiny Emolga over the armrest of the farthest couch, his tanned back muscles twisting and contorting beautifully as he slammed into the squealing electric squirrel. The ranch worker's thick-framed glasses had fogged up, but that didn't deter him from reaching a steady hand down to pleasure his small partner. What a lucky Pokémon.

With their ravenous trainers preoccupied, many other Pokémon sought pleasure in each other. Indra growled possessively as he mounted a panting Victoria like she was a common bitch. Frantic sparks danced across her black, leathery skin as her serrated jaw unhinged in bliss, serpentine tongue slithering against her steaming, busty chest. The markings on her underbelly rhythmically flashed a bright, hot pink with every powerful thrust. Indra was also glowing with volatile, electrical energy that created a scarily fascinating lightshow. Victoria's spindly limbs convulsed uncontrollably as she received countless paralysing shocks.

To my initial surprise, not too far away from the sparking couple, Baxter's tiny, fluffy hips were feverishly pumping away at a cloudy mass I instantly recognised as Eloise. Her shrill, avian squawks pierced through every single noise in the room as the perverted Minccino grabbed her by the wings and ravaged her with all the might he could muster. The cute tuft of hair on his head and his gigantic ears were wobbling amidst his determined expression. His cock couldn't have been more than a couple inches in length, but he sure knew how to use it. The little guy was certainly giving it his all to pleasure my partner, so I couldn't complain.

While I had been fully distracted by the two young, novice Pokémon, a captivating presence had somehow managed to creep up beside me on the lonely couch. Turning away from the debauchery for the moment, I was immediately greeted by a pair of ocean-blue, sparkling eyes that almost didn't look real. Those sickeningly adorable features could only have belonged to Katie's dangerous Sylveon, Maxxie. His flowing, silky ribbons were already caressing my bare skin, and his kinky, fanged smirk instantly told me what he wanted. I could barely remember Julian's past warnings about Maxxie's Cute Charm ability due to the miraculous ambrosia, but I knew that he could beguile anyone with just a meaningful look. Hannah must have sent him here on purpose. I already couldn't tear my eyes way from him.

"Hey there, hot stuff," Maxxie sang, acutely aware of the effect he was having. "A birdie with pink feathers and tattoos told me that you're looking for some fun with little ol' me."

"That birdie sure does know how to pick 'em," I sighed dreamily, watching with supernatural fascination as Maxxie fluttered his eyelashes and licked at one of his front paws suggestively. The combination of the ambrosia and Cute Charm was making my head spin, and intrusive thoughts about forcing this bratty Sylveon to mewl under my body caused me to shudder. "Just what kind of fun are we talking about here?"

"Well, actions speak louder than words, handsome," Maxxie taunted, his smooth ribbons creeping closer towards my thighs with every saccharine word. "Why don't you show me?"

His alluring question sent me far over the edge of sanity. Feeling like I had just been possessed by some kind of depraved demon, an uncontrollable urge to dominate anything in sight pulled me onto unsteady feet. I almost collapsed onto the cluttered table due to my weak, wobbling knees. I took hold Maxxie by his paper-thin, flowing ribbons for support and twirled them around until our warm bodies were touching, entwined by the swirling appendages. Grinning happily, Maxxie explored every inch of my body with the incredibly soft feelers, their velvety touch teasing me until my throbbing shaft was unbearably sensitive.

Bored of his excruciatingly slow and gentle foreplay, I impatiently flipped the surprised Sylveon around in my skinny arms and dropped him roughly back onto the couch. He giggled softly as he bounced on the springy surface, shaking his round backside cheekily with a wink. I wanted to find a way to wipe that pleased smirk off of his face, so I seized him by his delicate tail and lifted it forcefully, exposing his tight hole which caused him to yelp in shock. His pink asshole was still unsullied despite the events of tonight, and I was unreasonably pleased to have gotten to it first. It looked absolutely perfect. I couldn't wait to ruin it.

He raised his snowy-white haunches even further, fully presenting to me with practiced confidence. His ample, furry balls were actually quite large for a Pokémon his size, and as I gave them an assertive rub, his distinctively feline cock began to rise out from the sea of fur. Even though I was eager to plunge myself deep into his tight tailhole, it was my first time seeing the underside of an Eeveelution, so I couldn't help but stop to admire it. Even under the effects of the ambrosia and Maxxie's Cute Charm, my curiosity for anatomy didn't die. The tension was making the experienced Sylveon squirm under my intense, inquisitive gaze.

"I feel like I'm being examined for a contest here," Maxxie blurted out, his bratty, trickster façade faltering somewhat as his bottom lip quivered nervously. "You almost done, nosy?"

"Not yet," I grinned mischievously. "Being thorough is a part of my job."

In one swift motion, I coated two of my long fingers in saliva that smelled like alcohol and jammed them far into the Sylveon's ass until my knuckles were tickling at his pristine coat. Immediately, he tightened around in the intruding presence and almost leapt a foot in the air. He stifled a yelp which trailed off into a long, high-pitched whine as my deft fingers explored his warm, twitching hole. With every aroused breath, he would clench and release my hand. The very tips of my fingers managed to caress a new, rougher surface that I anticipated would get a wonderful reaction, and sure enough, his bright-red, feline dick twitched and dribbled a bead of translucent pre-cum onto the dark leather couch as I massaged his sensitive prostate. Watching him pant in shame, I spat on my other hand and rubbed my stiff member slowly.

"Tell me what you want, Maxxie," I commanded, revelling in the level of total control that I had over the whining Sylveon. Hannah was definitely right about my hidden dominant streak.

"I want you…." he pleaded, looking back at me with glittering, yearning eyes. "Alex…"

"Not good enough," I responded harshly, pausing momentarily in my massage to deny him any sort of stimulation whatsoever. I felt his entire lithe body tense fearfully in anticipation. Those many weeks that I would spend watching terribly-acted porn videos when I was younger were finally starting to be useful. "I need specifics, Maxxie."

"Your cock!" he cried loudly, causing the entire room to fall into an astounded silence. Every single member of the orgy stopped their grinding and moaning to look over at the Sylveon. Toying with a Pokémon who got pleasure in bewitching others was so satisfying. "Please!"

"Good boy," I replied, strongly patting him on the ass with a sticky hand as I removed my fingers without any warning. The fairy type collapsed onto the couch with a mumbled mewl.

Although I had been acting very cool-headed and indifferent, that couldn't have been further from the truth. This whole time, I had barely been able to hold myself back ever since I lifted up his elaborate tail and laid eyes upon his flawless, heart-shaped butt. I decided to finally let the kinky demon inside me take over as I positioned the head of my lengthy dick in such a way that it was poking softly against his fleshy, lubricated entrance. Despite his experience, Maxxie couldn't help but tighten reflexively as I pushed the first inch of my shaft inside him. It was my first time penetrating someone anally, and it was heavenly. I groaned noisily and swore under my inebriated breath as the warm, squeezing pressure almost pushed me out.

Even though Maxxie looked and acted like a slut, he had somehow managed to maintain a tight hole that could have fooled me into believing he was a virgin. The Sylveon shivered euphorically as he sank backwards on my hard shaft until I was pressed right to the hilt. Even with all the activity around us, we both stood extremely still, basking only in the heat of each other's bodies and nothing else. I could almost sense the sweet fairy type's intense heartbeat. I was so enthralled with pleasure that I barely felt his white, lustrous ribbons tangle their way around my motionless waist, locking me firmly in place with surprising strength. My ambrosia-addled mind made every pleasant caress feel like a merciless whip crack that set my skin aflame. Enraptured, I gripped the closest ribbon and twisted it between my trembling fingers like a leash, causing Maxxie to curve his flexible spine and cry out uncontrollably.

Like an obedient pet, he slackened the soft ribbons until I had enough room to start thrusting. Each primal push forward made the Sylveon stifle a girlish squeal with his front paws as I rammed his lightweight body into the springy couch, which repeatedly crashed into the wall it was propped against. He tried his best to steady himself after every thrust, but it wasn't long until he was lying spread-eagled on a pile of pillows, his legs splayed out awkwardly. Neither of us cared about how much noise we were making. In fact, I hoped that everyone in the whole apartment block could hear me dominate this Sylveon like my life depended on it. Watching in satisfaction as Maxxie reached for a cushion to muffle his loud moaning, I gave the poor fairy-type a few seconds to compose himself as I played with his pink, fluffy ears.

In the fleeting moment of flushed respite, I suddenly felt a warm, unknown sensation press curiously against my backside. It was oddly gentle and weightless, like someone had started to tickle my ass with a large, elaborate feather. Craning my neck to get a better look, I finally noticed that the longest pair of Maxxie's prehensible ribbons had snuck away from hugging my slender waist and decided to explore an area that was a little more private. More urgently however, was Brandon's excitable Blitzle staring at the fuzzy feelers that were attempting to spread my cheeks for him. His damp, bulbous muzzle indicated it wasn't the first hole he had been curious enough to inspect tonight. The electric zebra whinnied as if to ask permission.

"Go for it, buddy," I allowed, glancing over to an occupied Brandon. "Knock yourself out."

Before I had even finished my wry comment, Dominic charged eagerly towards me and buried his snout deep in my derriere like some kind of equine torpedo. The edges of Maxxie's ribbons stretched my backdoor to allow the Blitzle entry. The rough sensation of his textured nose almost made my knees buckle as a shower of joyful, electrical sparks travelled swiftly down my legs and dissipated across the floor. The zebra sighed a blast of hot air against my sweaty, bare skin as he wallowed in my scent, his white, stubby tail illuminating happily. Honestly, it was quite flattering to watch someone get so excited about a place most others would actively avoid. Appreciation quickly shifted into uncontrollable arousal as the dirty Blitzle's thick, electrifying tongue began lapping in concentrated bursts against my asshole.

The clumsy oral stimulation had almost made me forget that I was still balls-deep in a Sylveon. Leaving Dominic to neigh and snort in delight, I began to pound Maxxie with renewed energy. My bare toes wriggled into the carpet as I groaned, the combined efforts of the two quadrupeds causing my mind to go blank. Overstimulated, I soon doubled over and held onto Maxxie's thin waist for support. Leaning weakly onto him gave Dominic the opportunity to penetrate me with his impressively long tongue. I could barely continue thrusting my hips as I reached the beginnings of orgasm, nibbling one of Maxie's long, fluffy ears to silence my thrilled cries. His supple ribbons were handling most of my movement.

With one final, powerful jab at his prostate, Maxxie yowled and painted one of the couch cushions in a thick layer of sticky, white fluid. Feeling him shiver and instinctively buck his shapely hips under me was just too much to handle. Once again, the ambrosia-induced orgasm almost knocked me unconscious as a volcanic warmth exploded from within me. Every single inch of me electrified as if Dominic had hit me with a Thunderbolt. I thrashed against an unresponsive Maxxie as his ribbons fell limp, spraying my seed deep inside him until my dick slipped out of his ass, the rest spurting against his appropriately-coloured coat.

In fact, my orgasm was so incredibly potent that I lost the rest of my balance and tumbled numbly to the floor. Narrowly missing the hardwood table by an inch, I pulled a relaxed Maxxie down with me by his remaining ribbons. Dominic skittered away with a startled whinny as we landed in a crumpled heap, further entangled together by the Sylveon's feelers, lying in a pool of our own cooling fluids. Instead of quickly getting up, I couldn't help but laugh like a madman as the concerned faces of my naked co-workers popped into my view. Ambrosia was absolutely incredible. I came so hard it literally knocked me off my feet.

I could easily see myself getting addicted to the stuff. Already, I was craving another bottle. This insane night was just getting started, and I knew I wouldn't be stopping any time soon.