It was well after ten o'clock at night by the time Damon, Savannah, and Spectra strolled into the Cyllage City Pokémon Center. They were tired and achy from walking across the uneven surface of the Muraille Coast. The pink-haired nurse looked up from her book and put on a smile.
"Evening," she greeted them.
"Two rooms, please," Damon requested in a tired voice.
"Oh, I'm sorry, sir, but we only have one room available," the nurse revealed.
Damon turned back toward Savannah to see what she thought about the predicament, but Spectra suddenly stepped forward.
"We'll make it work," she declared.
"This better not be some smutty plot," Savannah told her.
"Get off your pedestal, Tits McGee. I'm tired and wanna lay on a bed now," Spectra responded.
Damon showed his Trainer Card and the nurse handed him the room key, but Spectra snatched it from her grasp, and marched off toward euphoric comfort. Damon and Savannah lagged behind as they followed her.
"I hope she realizes that we're sleeping on the bed," Damon commented.
"Yeah," Savannah agreed, "Tits McGee does not sleep on the floor."
Spectra unlocked the door to their room and all three entered. The light was turned on and tired groans filled the space. Spectra immediately plopped face down onto the bed and then rolled over onto her back.
"Ahh… that feels nice," she stated.
"Don't get used to it," Savannah told her, "You're sleeping on the floor."
"Bitch, no I ain't," Spectra responded, "You two can cuddle up with me or you can sleep on the floor."
"Neither will be happening," Savannah declared, crossing her arms.
Spectra scoffed, standing up, and glared daggers at the redhead.
"You'll have to fight me for this bed," she challenged.
"There will be no fighting," Damon intervened.
"I'm not backing down," Spectra told him.
"Neither am I," Savannah added in.
Damon sighed heavily as the two women bickered back and forth over their sleeping arrangements.
"Is the mini fridge full of those little bottles of liquor?" Damon asked.
Savannah broke off from her argument with Spectra to confirm this and relayed that there were bottles of liquor in the mini fridge. The legal drinking age in Kalos was eighteen after all, so many of the rooms at the Pokémon Centers across the Region were stocked with alcohol. Employees would often keep track of how much was taken when they would come in to collect the bedding to be washed, and the Trainers were promptly charged when they checked out.
"Good," Damon responded as he approached the sound of the humming refrigerator.
He opened it and took out a one ounce bottle of vodka. Damon unscrewed the cap and chugged it in one gulp. Savoring the burning sensation and taking advantage of the liquid courage, Damon turned to the women.
"We'll share the bed," he told them, "I'll sleep between you two so there's no fighting."
"I'm not sharing…," Savannah tried to argue.
"We're sharing," Damon cut her off, "No arguing. It's too damn late and I'm too damn tired to referee a chick fight."
"I don't need a referee," Spectra stated, "Ain't no rules in a girl fight, but I'm fine with the plan."
She then sauntered over to the mini fridge and took a one ounce bottle of whiskey from inside. Spectra gulped it down and then stalked off toward the bathroom to take a shower. Savannah grumbled something under her breath and grabbed two bottles of vodka, finishing them off in rapid succession.
"You better not be happy about this little arrangement," she told Damon.
"How can I be when you're unhappy about it?" he asked.
After the trio were showered and a few more drinks were finished off, they climbed into bed as Damon had suggested. It was a full-sized bed and they were average-sized people, but it was a little cramped, and Savannah and Spectra were uncomfortably near the edge, so they scooted close to Damon.
"Get away," Savannah told Spectra, "I don't like that your tits are touching Damon."
"Jealous, bitch?" Spectra asked, purposefully rubbing her breasts against Damon's body.
Savannah scoffed and reached over Damon to shove Spectra away. She unintentionally planted her hand over the white-haired woman's breast while doing so. Spectra scoffed and reached over Damon to shove Savannah back by her breast.
"Hey!" Savannah cried out before glaring.
"Question," Damon spoke up from between the two quarrelling women.
"Yeah?" Savannah asked.
"What's up?" Spectra asked.
"Do I look like a scratching post?" he questioned.
"No," both women agreed in their response.
"Then quit treating me like one and go the hell to sleep. Now," Damon ordered.
Spectra then draped her arm over Damon's chest and twirled circles with her finger. Savannah glared daggers at Spectra from the other side of the boyfriend whose chest she was fondling.
"Y'know… we could make Red's dream come true," Spectra pointed out.
"Not going to happen," Savannah responded, "Now get your hand off my boyfriend."
She smacked her hand away. Damon sighed, sitting up in the bed between them. Savannah and Spectra stared at him with concern as he rolled his shoulders to relax himself.
"Okay… I'm sick and tired of this shit," he stated.
"Damon, we're just…," Savannah tried to say.
"No," Damon cut her off, "I'm talking and I will not stop talking until I've said my peace. We need to lay out all our cards on the table now."
"What the hell are you talking about?" Spectra asked.
"What the fuck are we?" Damon asked in response, "What's happening between us? Where does our collective relationship wind up?"
"It's hard to say," Savannah admitted.
"Then let's figure it out," Damon responded, "Spectra, do you honestly see yourself in a sexual relationship with Savannah and/or myself?"
Both women were briefly stunned by the bluntness of his question. Spectra blinked before bringing herself back to reality. She looked over at Savannah, obviously looking her up and down, and then did the same to Damon.
"As soon as both of you are DTF," she answered.
"Are you serious or are you just being a tease?" Damon asked, "I'm not messing around right now. I want to know what your intentions for Savannah and I are."
"I'm serious," Spectra revealed.
"Okay… Savannah," Damon continued.
"I'm not answering anything," she declared.
"Aw, are you afraid he'll call you out on your crap?" Spectra asked.
"Do you honestly see yourself wanting to be in a sexual relationship with Spectra and myself?" Damon questioned.
Silence, but that meant that the idea wasn't immediately rejected. Spectra sat up when she realized that Savannah was actually contemplating it. Damon waited for his girlfriend's answer.
"How would it even work?" Savannah asked.
"It'd be a polyamorous relationship. Basically we'd all be dating each other and no one would have a problem when some combination of us three fuck. Whether it's you and Damon, you and me, Damon and me, or all three of us," Spectra explained, "Right?"
"Yeah… sounds about right," Damon responded, "But it'll only happen as long as all three of us are okay with it happening."
The attention was shifted back onto Savannah, who continued mulling over the idea. She then looked over at Damon and Spectra, her heart racing as her mind was made up. Savannah took a calming breath and her face became determined with her answer.
"Yes," she consented.
"Oh shit," Damon responded, shocked that Savannah was okay with the idea of dating him and Spectra.
"Holy fuck… Tyrell is going to cream his shorts when he hears about this," Spectra commented.
Savannah then sat up and leaned over Damon, grabbing Spectra by her top. The white-haired woman's blue-green eyes widened in shock as Savannah stared through her.
"For once… shut the fuck up," Savannah told her before silencing her with a passionate kiss.
Damon was confused at what was basically happening right in front of him, but he soon deduced it after hearing soft, muffled mewling from both women.
"I'll get the TM-17's," Damon stated, crawling past the two kissing women.
Spectra immediately took control of the situation and gently shoved Savannah onto her back. She climbed on top of her and moved her lips down to her collarbone. Savannah gasped with pleasure and groped at Spectra's clothed breast. Damon returned to his girlfriends with the needed protection in tow. He climbed onto the bed and was immediately set upon by Spectra. Damon found himself on his back with Spectra straddling his lap. She stared down at him and licked her lips before kissing him deeply.
Savannah blinked back her shock and fought the urge to pull Spectra off of Damon. She agreed to this. This was her life now. She grabbed Spectra's shorts around the waistline and pulled them down to her ankles. Spectra separated from Damon due to shock of this, a trail of saliva still connecting their lips, and she looked back at Savannah's grinning face.
The next morning, Damon woke up to four arms and four legs wrapped around his body. Firm, yet malleable mounds of awesomeness were pressed up against his body from either side. He could smell Pecha Berry shampoo on his left and the remnants of Sitrus Berry gum on his right. Spectra's eyes opened next and she blinked at Damon staring blankly into space.
"Good morning, lover," she greeted him with a cooing voice.
She took the chance to kiss along his jaw line while snaking a hand down beneath the covers toward his lap. Spectra gripped him and smirked as Damon reflexively threw his head back.
"Your new nickname's gonna be Big D for obvious reasons," she told him, kissing down his neck.
Savannah woke up to the sound of skin stroking against skin and looked over at Damon and Spectra. Her eyes widened when she saw the blanket bobbing up and down near Damon's crotch and she pouted.
"No fair. I want in," she said.
"H-Hey… I, uh… I need to get ready to go set my challenge for the Gym," Damon managed to say.
Spectra reluctantly released her grip on him and held her hands up in surrender. Damon scrambled out of bed and searched for his clothes. Savannah and Spectra scooted closer to the center of the bed and gawked at Damon's naked body moving through the shared room. Soon enough he was dressed and out the door. Spectra rolled onto her side and stared at Savannah.
"So what'd you think?" she asked her, "Did I live up to your dream?"
Savannah turned onto her side and tapped her chin in thought. She then smirked and nodded.
"What do we do now?" Savannah asked.
"Each other," Spectra answered, slipping under the covers.
Savannah's brow furrowed in confusion, but then her entire body tensed up and she let out a moan of pleasure.
Damon trekked through Cyllage City alone, his cane guiding the way. The city was nestled between the cliffs to the east and the ocean to the west. Several bike lanes and tracks snaked all over and the occasional cyclist raced by without a care in the world.
"Damon!" a familiar voice called out to him.
He stopped and turned toward the voice before his face contorted into disgust as an awful-smelling cologne filled his nose.
"Dear Arceus… you're still wearing that shitty cologne?" Damon asked.
Tyrell James stopped, grinned, and rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. Erin appeared beside him and smiled with amusement.
"I think it smells nice," she responded.
"Holy… Ty, you gotta marry this woman," Damon stated.
Tyrell chuckled awkwardly before clearing his throat. He looked around for any sign of Savannah and Spectra, and frowned when he did not see them.
"Where the ladies at?" he asked.
"They're sleeping in," Damon responded, "So… have you challenged the Gym yet?"
"Just got done, and guess what my dude," Tyrell revealed, taking out a Badge, and extending his hand out toward Damon, "I won!"
He jabbed the Badge into his friend's shoulder to let him know what was going on and Damon examined it in his hand.
"Good work, Ty. I'm proud of you," Damon responded before turning to Erin, "He hasn't been much trouble, right?"
"Nope. No trouble at all. He's a wonderful boyfriend," Erin stated.
Damon was shocked at the unintentional revelation and his jaw dropped slightly. Tyrell planted a hand on Damon's shoulder as he took his Badge back.
"Don't make it such a big deal, dude. It had to be a matter of time before someone realized how great I was," Tyrell said.
"I mean… you're technically correct, but it's hard to believe you actually found them," Damon responded, "I, uh… got big relationship news too."
"Oh no… did something happen between you and Savannah?" Erin asked with concern.
"You could, uh… say that," Damon replied, clearing his throat awkwardly.
Tyrell's eyes widened as he deduced where Damon was headed. He whispered a curse under his breath and grabbed Damon by the shoulders.
"Are you fucking kidding me!?" he shouted.
"Nope," Damon responded with a grin.
"What's going on?" Erin asked.
"This a-hole is fucking both Savannah and Spectra at the same time!" Tyrell exclaimed, "I fucking called it!"
Damon chuckled dryly as he removed Tyrell's hands from his person. He simply scraped his cane against the ground as Tyrell made a series of noises as he struggled to comprehend the latest update in his best friend's love life. Erin was just as shocked as he was.
"I mean… it's untraditional, but I'm not judgmental," she said.
"Obviously," Damon responded, "Look who you're dating."
"I'm happy for you all if it makes you happy," Erin stated.
"I'm so jealous of you, you piece of shit," Tyrell sobbed.
"Excuse me?" Erin questioned, hands on her hips.
Tyrell looked at her in alarm and waved his hands defensively, trying to laugh his previous comment off. Damon simply grinned and basked in his best friend's envy as if it were some magical elixir that could replenish his life force.