Water streams down from a faucet. A heavy sigh escapes the white Vulpix's mouth, and she then washes her face, taking comfort from the cool water running down her face.
She shuts the faucet off and grabs a towel, drying her face and paws off. She lets out another heavy sigh as she hangs the towel before walking out of her bathroom.
In a slow pace, she eventually reaches her window, gazing at the city blanketed by the darkness of the night. Another sigh fogs her window, and she slowly wipes it off, frowning at her white-furred reflection, frowning back at her.
Her stomach growls.
Her head aches a bit.
She slowly turns around, approaches her mini-fridge and opens it, staring at nothing in particular.
She closes it, grabs and wears her bag, and heads out of her apartment. She walks through the quiet, dimly-lit hallway and walks out the front door, a cool night air greeting her.
Closing the door behind her, another sigh escapes her as she begins her sluggish and aimless walk on the barely-empty sidewalk with her head hanging low.
What is she doing?
She's going out to get food.
Is she really?
She doesn't really know, but doesn't care either way.
She wants some fresh air.
She could have opened her window.
Then perhaps she is out to get some food.
Isn't there food in her fridge?
She didn't see any.
She's not that blind.
Maybe she didn't want any of the food?
She needs this walk.
Perhaps she does.
It's very late already though.
This is probably not a good idea.
Maybe, but she doesn't care.
A call.
She stops her sluggish pace and slightly lifts her head to look.
Two grinning Pokémon in an alleyway are eyeing her. "Hey there, good-looking," a Tyrogue says, slowly approaching her. "Aw, why the long face?"
"It doesn't suit you," the other one adds, a Hawlucha.
The Tyrogue puts his hands on her chin, and lifts her gaze up to his smirking face. "Looks like you had a rough day." His smirk widens as he inserts a pouch of gold coins in her bag. "We can make it all go away. What do you say?"
Empty words. Such empty words.
Such hollow words.
But at the same time...
Full of lust.
The Hawlucha stands behind her, caressing her tail and under it while the Tyrogue starts leading her back into the dark alleyway. The Tyrogue leans down and kisses her. She gives in. She barely has any experience with this, but she doesn't care as she allows his tongue to dance inside her mouth, tasting her.
A jolt of ecstasy fills her as she feels the Hawlucha's two sharp digits poking and spreading her tight and wet folds, with the third slowly massaging her insides, making her moan.
The Tyrogue pulls himself from the kiss, smirking at the panting and blushing and moaning fox. "Damn, you're cute," he says as he grabs the base of his hard member with one hand and caresses her head with the other. "Someone is excited to meet you, girl. Want me to introduce him?"
He pulls her head towards his other head, poking her cheek with it.
"Don't be shy," the Tyrogue says. "Say hi."
Grabbing her tail out of the way, the Hawlucha aligns his throbbing rod and slowly starts pushing himself into her. "T-there we go..."
She clenches her eyes shut and grits her teeth as she feels herself straining to accept the foreign intruder. A small gasp escapes her mouth as the hot flesh continues parting her tight love canal little by little, a quarter of an inch at a time.
She doesn't really want to do this.
She should say no.
She really should.
She should tell him to pull out.
She should tell them to stop.
But why should she?
She doesn't care anymore, right?
Nothing matters anymore anyway.
She winces as the Hawlucha continues to press himself inside her, lost in the warm and loving massage she is giving him. "D-damn, she's tight!"
A powerful shot of pain bolts into her brain, and she tearfully yelps but a large rod silences her as the Tyrogue pushes it inside her mouth and straight down to her throat. "Arceus above!" he cries as she starts to choke, her throat massaging the throbbing dick blocking her airway. "Come on, girl! Move that tongue!" he says as he pulls himself out and pushes back in again, barely giving her a chance to breathe.
Clenching her tearful eyes shut, she tries to lose herself to the waves of pain and pleasure as the Hawlucha slowly starts pulling out while the Tyrogue forcefully spears her violated throat.
"S-shit, so tight," the Hawlucha hisses as he watches the Tyrogue continue to thrust wildly. He pulls out and pushes back in, spearing himself deeper and deeper into her tight and warm cavern.
A mix of blood and love juices drip out of her violated pussy as the Hawlucha throws his head back, pounding his rod in and out of her, his hips slapping her furry white ass, meanwhile the Tyrogue grabs her curls and continues ramming himself into her soar throat, grinning as he watches her cute and blushing face as drool starts to pool below her.
Her lungs start to burn, and her vision starts to darken, but she feels good. It hurts but she loves it, her eyes rolling back as she loses herself in ecstasy.
Outside the alleyway, two Pokémon are walking by but stop when the sounds of sex catches their attention.
"Dude, look," the Sentret pats his friend's shoulder with a smirk, his eyes on the scene. "I bet you want to join them."
The yellow Shinx smirks, and hiccups. "H-hey, you guys!" He calls but it falls on deaf ears. "Hey!" He drunkenly approaches them, blinks at the white fur, and suddenly sobers up after hearing the Vulpix's muffled moans. He growls as sparks start to surround him.
"What the—?" the Hawlucha looks over his shoulder, still thrusting. "Hey! Can't you see we're busy?"
"That's my friend you're fucking YOU PIECES OF SHITS!"
Bolts of electricity flies through the air as he dashes towards them in blinding speeds, tackling the unaware Tyrogue and sending him flying towards the garbage bins, his hard dick scraping the snow fox's fangs.
Vixie coughs and coughs, her lungs burning as she struggles to inhale some much needed air.
"What the fuck?!" the Hawlucha pulls out of her, eliciting a gasp from the white fox, but a shining tail slams behind his head, knocking him unconscious.
"Sorry," the Sentret says with a glare. He spots her gaping and winking sex, and he quickly tears his eyes off of it with a blush.
"Vixie!" Shino gasps, helping her up. "Are you okay?!"
"I..." Tears run down her face as she slowly backs away from him. "I..."
The Sentret steps aside as the ice-type continues backing away from her friend.
She liked it.
No.
She loved it.
She loved every moment of it.
...does she though?
She doesn't know.
She hangs her head and starts crying. "I don't know anymore..."
"Vixie..." the Shinx quietly says, hesitating to approach and to comfort her.
The Tyrogue suddenly jumps out of the trash, a punch ready to hit him.
"Watch out!" the Sentret shouts.
Startled, the Shinx looks back and gets hit square in the face, launching him towards the side of the building.
"Fuck off!" the Tyrogue yells at him as the Hawlucha slowly pushes himself up. He glares at the Sentret. "Tsk, whatever." He starts walking away with his angry friend in tow. "Mood's gone. Damn cockblockers." They both stop before the crying fox, shakes his head, and they continue on their way as he wraps a handkerchief around his bleeding dick.
"We should get that checked out," the Hawlucha suggests as they hurry along.
"Ow," the Shinx hisses as the Sentret helps him up on all four. He wipes the blood off of his face and sits beside the crying ice-type. "Let's get you home, 'Xie..."
She flinches from his touch, making him pull his paw back. "J-just leave me alone."
He frowns at her. "You know damn well I can't do that."
The lights on a window turns on.
"What's the point?" She sobs. "He doesn't want me. You don't want me. I finally found someone who wanted me yet you got rid of them too!" She glares at him. "Am I not allowed to be happy?!"
"There's a difference between being happy and being used!" Shino shouts back. "I know you're hurting right now but damn it, Vixie! That's no excuse to be stupid!"
The window swings open. "Oi," a sleepy Passimian pokes his head out and frowns at them. "Could you guys like move your drama elsewhere?"
"Fuck off," the Shinx hisses at him.
"Excuse me?!"
The Sentret holds his hands up. "Sorry about this. We're just about to leave," he looks at them with a broken smile. "Right, guys?"
Shino sighs and looks at her. "Vixie, come on."
"...whatever." She slowly rises up on four shaky paws, and takes a step forward, wincing. "Ow..."
"Let me carry you," the Shinx offers as the window closes and the lights turn off.
She ignores him as she tries to take another step, but her bloody folds hurt so much. She grits her teeth as she takes another step.
Without a word, the Shinx lowers himself, walks under her and lifts her up on his back. "We're taking you back home."
She says nothing as she limply lets him do whatever he wants, the Sentret walking beside them. "I don't care anymore..." she mumbles under her breath, and cries quietly.
The two males say nothing as they quietly walk through the quiet street of the upper city.
"Holy shit," the Eevee groans as he melts on the ground, panting. "The endless dirty dishes has finally ended."
"We really need to get that mouth of yours under control," the Pangoro comments as he places a stack of plates inside a cabinet.
"Fuck you," the Eevee glares at him, making the timid Nickit's ears to droop.
The Pangoro sighs and shakes his head in resignation.
"Come on, Plu," the Miltank calls as she puts the mop behind the kitchen door. "Let's get you to bed."
"Ahh shit," the Pangoro says, making the Miltank glare at him. He smiles an apologetic smile at her. "Sorry."
Shaking her head, the Miltank carries their daughter up the steps.
"Mom," she tries to protest. "I can go to my room myself you know."
The Pangoro scratches his head. "I totally forgot to clean your room, little buddy."
"Please don't call me that either," the Eevee says as he slowly rises on four paws. "And it's fine. I'll just sleep on one of the chairs."
"Nah," the large Pokémon says as he places the last stack of dishes inside the cabinet. Closing it, he smiles at the Eevee and gestures for him to follow. "We have a spare futon. You can use that for the time being."
"A futon, huh?" the Eevee asks as they reach the second floor. "I've never slept on one before, and please don't tell me I'll be sleeping in your daughter's room," he says with a frown as he stands outside the open door, where inside the Miltank is pulling the sheets over her daughter.
"Futon's under the bed, right hon?" the Pangoro asks as he kneels down beside the bed.
"Yes, dear," the Miltank confirms. "Oh? He'll be sleeping on it? That's a great idea," she says as her husband pulls the futon from under the bed.
"Needs a little dusting," the Pangoro remarks as he opens the window and whips the futon outside a few times. "That'll do." He closes the window and lays it on the floor beside his daughter's bed.
"I can just sleep downstairs," the Eevee suggests, still standing outside the room.
"Nonsense," the Miltank shakes her head and smiles at him. "What kind of hosts would we be if we do that?"
"I honestly don't give a sh—" the Miltank's glare makes him choke on his words. "Er, but really, I'll just sleep downstairs with the futon."
"No can do, kid," the Pangoro chuckles as he walks out the room. He leans down to whisper to his ear, "better do what my wife says. Trust me. You don't want to cross her."
"What are you telling him, dear?"
"Nothing, nothing!" He quickly leaves.
The Eevee groans and rubs his head. "Fine. Whatever. I'm getting too tired to argue."
The Miltank smiles and nods her head. "Sleep well, you two!" She turns the lights off and closes the door behind her.
"Relax," the Eevee says as he lies on the futon. "I'm not gonna do anything." He makes himself comfortable, and let's out a long yawn. "Sorry in advance if my snores will bother you."
No response.
He lies his head on his paws and closes his eyes, feeling his aching body finally starting to relax.
"Um..."
His ears twitch. He opens one eye and looks up at her head poking from the edge of her bed.
Blushing furiously, she pulls her head back, and then a pillow slowly lowers down to him. "H-here."
He lifts his head up and blinks up at her. "You sure?"
"I-I have an extra one."
"That doesn't really answer my question."
"Eep!"
He sighs. "Fine, if you insist." He grabs the pillow and lies his head on it, smiling at how comfortable it is. "Shit, this feels like a cloud." He almost falls asleep. "Plu, right?"
He hears her very quiet "mhmm..."
"Thanks," he whispers, and finally drifts to sleep.
Hearing his soft snores, the Nickit timidly crawls toward the edge of her bed and looks down at his sleeping, peaceful form. A small blush burns in her cheeks, and she quickly throws herself back on her remaining pillow.
There is a stranger sleeping in the same room as her. She doesn't feel like he's going to do anything to her, but...
Her blushing cheeks burn brighter as her anxiety kicks into overdrive.
But soon tiredness introduces itself to her, reminding her of the busy day she has had today, and soon...
She falls asleep a few seconds later.
"I'll take a piss real quick," the Sentret says as he goes to the bathroom.
Shino says nothing as he pulls the sheet over his sleeping friend lying on her bed. He sits down on the floor and sighs as he lies his head on the edge of the bed, staring at her and at nothing at once.
She stirs, and rolls on her side, facing him. She sniffs, and slowly opens her eyes.
Their gazes meet.
She wipes her nose. "S-sorry."
"Don't be," he quietly replies as the room echoes with a flushing sound from the bathroom. "What are friends for, right?"
"Friends..." She frowns. "Will I never be anything more, Shino?"
He sighs as the Sentret quietly walks out the bathroom, blinking at them. "Vixie..."
"I just wanted to be loved. Is that too much to ask?"
He glares at her. "I do love you, Vixie. Just..."
"As a friend, I know." She sighs and sniffs. "I want you though..."
"Do you really?" he asks her. He takes a breath to calm himself down. "Vixie... You're just hurt." He rolls his eyes. "And besides, do you really have feelings towards me?"
"I just told you I want you."
"Then why give yourself to those two randos, huh?"
The Sentret flinches and decides not to take part in this.
She closes her eyes and groans. "I don't know... I don't know anymore..." She cries and looks at him. "Help me," she begs him as she reaches a paw towards him.
He grabs it with no hesitation. "I will." He shakes his head. "But not like that. You don't want that from me. You don't need that from me." He leans forward, their foreheads gently touching. "Take it easy, Vixie. You'll get over this heartbreak."
She shuts her eyes and sobs. "I don't know if I can."
"You can, and you will," he tells her. "And Cindy and I will be there to help you." He nuzzles her. "I promise."
"Note to self," the Sentret whispers to himself as he watches the scene with a small smile. "...broken hearts are a bitch to deal with."