Surprised I'm still here? Me too. I was actually certain I wouldn't be back. After constant harassment and threats or actual takedowns on various sites, I was drained.

However, a lot of you people were very kind, supportive and patient enough to stick around. Some of you, either in private or public, kept asking me to come back to write more, and I guess since I haven't been taken down here, I will do just that. I don't know how long it'll last, but I will do my best to give you stories up to the quality you're used to. Starting with this one. A request by Vandalpunk, long overdue.

Requests are open again, so feel free to submit your pairings or story ideas in the reviews of this chapter. It's good to be back. Enjoy the story. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

For the longest time, Flint Webster had been a loyal and dedicated employee. Always came on time, never made his boss mad and generally didn't cause trouble for anyone but himself. He lived in Taliman City, a place where you either work hard in construction or play the keyboard warrior in an office. He was the latter. His job was in HR, at the Poké Cola Company. The company responsible for pretty much every brand of soft drink available in Vindicta. He was to organize peoples vacation times, help keep up deadlines, manage departments and hire and fire employees to and from their happy, little conglomerate family.

He was 25, dressed neatly in a black suit, with a light blue shirt and dark blue tie, black jeans and polished, brown leather shoes. His hair was neatly combed with a swirl to the side He never doubted his position until that one fateful day the company took on a new employee. And to his dismay, he was very... very familiar with the new hire.

Flint watched in dread from his cubicle as one after another, his co-workers flocked to the woman that had entered their office. An attractive, young Flareon with a wild mane of golden yellow hair and a velvety red fur covering the rest of her body aside from that fluffy, flowing tail of hers that shared the same color as her hair.

"Damn, our new member's smokin', eh Flint?" A neighboring colleague asked, resting his head on the arms he folded over the cubicle wall. "Shut it, Terry..." Flint grumbled as he adjusted his glasses and rolled back to his computer with his swivel chair.

"Someone got off on the wrong foot this morning. What's the matter?" "That thing over there is a demon in Pokémon clothing. You better keep your distance before she gets you snared too."

"Boy, you make it sound like there's a story behind it." He poked further, sipping on a paper cup of coffee. "Care to share?"

Flint sighed, slumping over his keyboard. "We went to university together. Her name's Lindsey Cohen. Majored in economics and is a major pain in the ass to work with."

"Huh. If you didn't want to work with her, why'd you hire her. I mean you ARE the one who picked her."

"I had no reason not to. She's got the same qualifications as me and her record shows nothing but top grades. No criminal background, no drug abuse, reprimands from school at most..."

Terry raised his eyebrows and shrugged. "So what'chu got against her?"

"Well..."

"*gasp* FLIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNT!"

He flinched before dropping his shoulders and surrendering himself to his fate. He braced himself for impact and sure enough, he suddenly had a lot more baggage on his shoulders.

"By Arceus, Lindsey! A guy can only take so much before he breaks!" He grunted, Lindsey squeezing his soul out of his body.

She let go of him and spun his office chair around. Her face was beaming, positively glistening with excitement. "I just... oh man! I haven't seen you in 2 years, dude! How've you been?" Flint leaned back in his chair while she insisted on close contact while gripping the armrests.

Flustered, he replied. "Ah you know. Working, learning, valuing my private space."

She squeaked in a high pitch. "Awesome! You know I was worried this job would be sooooo boring, but now I'm actually looking forward to it! Hey, uh, do you know where HR is? The boss woman told me to get them to instruct me and show me my new workspace."

Flint shut his eyes and cursed under his breath. "Goddammit, Rose." He then stood up and reached out his hand for a formal handshake with his eyes staring dead ahead.

"Welcome to the Poké Cola company. The leader in refreshment for Pokémon and human alike."

Flint had braced himself for it already, yet still murmured to himself as Lindsey burst out laughing. "Yo! Are you for real? YOU'RE the HR guy?"

"Yes, unfortunately I am." He answered, biting his tongue.

"Dude, that's awesome! We can work our first day together! Where do I sit? Are we in the same office? *gasp* Are we cubicle buddies?"

Flint cleared his throat and adjusted his tie before shrugging with feigned disappointment. "Yeah, well, sadly the seat next to me is already taken so I guess you'll have to pick a different one."

"No it's not." A joyous, cocky voice intervened from behind Flint. And there was Larry, still leaning over the cubicle wall, smiling smugly. "I can easily move out of the way. The computer across from me has a copy of the same programs and files already on it. You can take my old spot if you want."

Flint turned around and glared at Terry, mouthing the word "Why?" under his breath.

Terry just smirked and left his spot, tapping his buddies shoulder and whispering as he went past. "Entertainment." And with a proud strut, he took the seat across from the two now vacant ones. Flint resigned himself to his fate and decided to make lemonade out of the lemons he's been handed.

"Well, guess we ARE cubicle buddies now. Fine, take a seat and I'll give you the rundown of what you'll have to do."

"Okey-dokey!" She quipped cheerfully and plopped herself down Flint turned on the computer and showed her the programs she'll be working with.

"So, your job is finance management. All you gotta do is review our monthlies and quarterlies so we can check for opportunities or unnecessary expenses in the short term. At the end of each year, you'll do a..."

"Yo, did you know that Mrs. Drumlin got like REALLY fat?"

Completely thrown off his game, Flint choked on his words and stifled a shocked cough from being caught off guard. "I was just in the middle of a..."

"Yeah, yeah, I know. I get the gist. Not my first rodeo. Believe it or not, I've worked in another office before I got here."

"Wait, if you had a job already, why switch here?"

She shrugged "An upgrade in every conceivable way. I drink Poké Cola all the time. And as they say, if you love your work and you ain't gotta work at all."

"That's not how... nevermind. If you know your way around the computer already, then guess I don't have to tell you about it."

"Aww, but you were so into it!" She teased, leaning back in her chair far enough to look at Flint upside down.

Just wanting to get back to work, he didn't indulge her and instead sat down in the chair next to her with his back turned to focus on his monitor. "Our expense report files are already on there, so get crackin'."

"Hrngh..." Just after sitting down, she stretched her back far enough to knock the back of her head against Flints. "So, for real now, how've you been? I haven't heard anything from you since Lagunia High."

His fingers hammered away on the keyboard. "I just... I guess I needed a change of scenery. Mountain air and snowy forests suit me much more than sunny beaches and humid heatwaves."

She chuckled. "Yeah, I remember you saying that. Had to drag you kicking and screaming to get you to the beach."

"I had to study!" Flint let out in exasperated laughter as he spun his chair around halfway.

"It was Spring Break!" She bounced back with equal exasperation before both of them melted into a giggle, sharing a brief moment of fun again after these few years apart.

However, as Flint noticed he was letting her distract him, he cleared his throat and turned back around. "Hrrmm, we've got work to do. Try to focus, it's still your first day and I have to write the performance review later."

"Pff, now he's Mister Business again." Lindsey chuckled, reluctantly turning back to crunching numbers. "Yeah, I guess I'll play nice for now. My dad would kill me if I lost this job."

"Your dad? What's he got to do with this?"

"Oh you know how parents are. He paid for my tuition so now he wants to see results. If not this, he'd have wanted me to become a marketer. And I'm no good at selling stuff to people."

Flint suppressed another giggle. "Yeah, can't imagine you doin' that either."

"You got something to say, Webster?" Lindsey turned around with a smile, playfully acting offended.

"Remember that time to tried to sell the college newspaper to me?"

Lindsey's eyes went wide as she pulled on her floppy ears, hiding her eyes in cringe. "No! You remember that?"

"You set the fire alarm off!"

"I was nervous! It ain't my fault that the newspaper wasn't more heat resistant!"

Flint really wanted to laugh, watching his high school friend shrink into her seat. It was just like it was back then. Back when they were classmates, roommates even, when they could joke around with each other like this. But there was this twinge of resentment in his heart. Like he couldn't allow himself to let her back into his life. So he did what he always did, and focused on his work to keep his mind busy.

Many times throughout the day, Lindsey tried to get his attention yet was more often then not met with quick rejection. There was always work to be done, a deadline to meet and no distractions to be tolerated.

Meanwhile the rest of the office, grew to appreciate her presence. She was upbeat, funny and extroverted. She had no issue approaching all of these strangers and immediately struck up conversation with pretty much anyone.

Watching from the sidelines, standing by the water cooler and watching his colleagues chatting it up with the outgoing newcomer, he felt this twinge again. A conflict raging in his heart.

He was knocked out of his thoughts by Terry nudging him, holding a cup of water himself. "Yo, why are you so tense? You've been on edge ever since Lindsey's been here. What gives?"

Flint looked down into the paper cup and needlessly swirled the water around. "You wouldn't get it, Terry!"

"I thought you used to be friends."

"We were..."

"Then why can't you just be happy for her? You get to work with an old friend of yours. Other guys would be happy about shit like that."

"I don't know, okay! I don't know. I know I SHOULD be happy but I can't! Seeing her just taking this position like it's no big deal and instantly getting along with everyone it's just... I don't fucking know. Not fair, I guess..." His voice trailed off, saying things he didn't want to think.

"Woah, did you guys used to date and it went bad?"

Flint choked and spat his water into his cup. "What? No! Nothing like that! I mean, there were lots of guys who would've. Me and her though, we were just friends..." He looked down dejectedly. "...maybe even best friends I guess."

"So you got along well back then?"

"I suppose so. She was annoying sure, but we always had each other's backs. I helped her keep up with assignments and she..." a little smirk crossed his lips. "...she always got me to go out drinking, meeting people, swimming in Lagunia Bay. She didn't care much for the boring parts of college but went full hog on all of the fun stuff. Had to hold her back to get her work done many times while she always wanted to be anywhere but with her nose in a book."

Terry smirked, leaning against the wall and crossing his arms. "So you still like having her around?"

"Yes..."

"And she obviously likes to be around you still."

"I guess..."

"So where's the hangup here?"

"I can't..." Flint's temper flared up as he had his eyes firmly locked onto Lindsey's bright smile as she goofed around with the rest of the staff, drawing all the attention from the people around her. A warm yet aggravating feeling stirred within him, prompting his body to move on its own to push it away. "...break's over. We'll talk later."

Flint waltzed over to the group of coworkers and put his hands on Lindsey's shoulder, causing her to jump in surprise. "Oh, hey Flint. What's the matter?" She asked in a chipper tone, all while she was already being dragged backwards by an inexplicably disgruntled Flint.

"Nothing. Come on, back to work."

"Alrighty!" She answered in a mocking salute. "See ya later everyone, Flint here needs my help with something."

"NO I DO NOT!"

"You don't. Aww, were you just desperate for me to spend time with you, Flinty? Alright guys, false alarm! Flint's just lonely without me!" She cried out, keeping herself from breaking out in laughter.

"I AM NOT! STOP DRAGGING YOUR FEET!" Flint yelled defensively with a firmly flushed face and dragged Lindsey back to her cubicle which she clearly seemed to enjoy way more than he did.

He plonked her down on her chair, took a deep breath and tried to regain his professionalism. "We have a deadline today. I know it's your first day, but it is my job to make sure we get it done before closing time. Please focus."

Lindsey raised an eyebrow. "Wow, is work always this stressful for you?"

"It's not stressful. It just needs to run like clockwork and we can all calmly get our work done on time. I'll do my job and you work on making the others' job easier by doing your part."

"I am! You just need to chill a bit. You'll get an aneurysm working yourself up like that." She waved it off with a chuckle and turned to her computer."

Flint was left with the wind taken out of his sails and no choice but to let it go. He had to be content with her seemingly doing her job now and turned to do his own work. Mulling over his computer he wondered why he was acting so harshly toward her. Everything he said to her came out condescending and berating. He knew that, so why did he keep doing it? There it was again, that tear in his heart. When he saw her smile and get along with everyone, he had the urge to break it up. When she was just enjoying her break, he wanted to get her back to work as quickly as possible.

"Hey!"

He tuned out her voice, hammering away at the keyboard.

"Haa... Flint?"

He just had to focus and not give her attention and she should be able to concentrate on her work as well.

"Haaaa... FLINT! It's an em... emerg..."

A vein popped on his forehead as he spun around. "WHAT?!"

And as he did, he saw her head reeling back and whipping back forth in force. It was too late.

"ACHOO!"

30 minutes later outside of the office building

Flint and Lindsey sat outside, looking up at the smoke-spewing windows of their office; one hiding her face in shame, the other rubbing the bridge of his nose. In that one small sneeze, Lindsey had shot out a wave of flame, setting the office carpet on fire. She pulled her ears over her eyes, not wanting to see the firefighters rushing into the building.

The pair sat there on the sidewalk in silence, both in different kinds of disbelief of the situation.

"Do you... do you think the damage is bad?" Lindsey squeezed out.

"As long as it didn't get to the computers, probably a few hundred Pokédollars."

"And if it DID get to the computers?"

Flint just shook his head.

"Hawwww..." The Flareon pulled her ears even harder as she threw her head back.

Flint watched over the scene. His colleagues had a mix of reactions to the situation. Some treating it as the worst day of their lives, others having a smoke and hoping to get the rest of the day off. His boss, Rosemary Grimm, an older, darkly dressed Corviknight with long, white hair and jet black skin on the other hand was conversing with a bulky firefighter; a massive Blastoise. Unable to hear her over the commotion, he only saw her nodding and seemingly discussing the state of the office.

However when she was done, her gaze wandered until her eyes landed on his. Feeling like he was caught staring, Flint tried to avert his eyes, yet it didn't matter. Rosemary started walking over to him nonetheless.

He looked over at his distraught friend, knowing she was going to garner quite a bit of flak for pulling this kind of stunt on her first day. He thought about just letting it happen. She might have to foot the bill. She might even have gotten fired. All he had to do was keep his mouth shut and let her catch the blame.

Rose came up to them, her dark aura making itself present as she approached, and took a deep breath...

"IT WAS MY FAULT!"

She raised her wing to start her announcement but retracted it at Flints sudden outburst.

He rose to stand protectively in front of Lindsey and didn't even let his boss begin her presumed reprimands. "I... I am responsible for her. It's my fuck up. Look, whatever the damage is, I'll make up for it. I'll pay for it if I have to."

Rose and Lindsey exchanged glances after the latter's face emerged from behind her ears.

"You... want to bear this for her? Really?" Rose asked with crossed wings and a raised eyebrow.

Flint braced himself. "Yes. So... how bad is it?"

Rose sighed before shrugging and breaking into a little smirk. "There was no major damage and our insurance will take care of it. However, you do make a good point, Flint. After all, we ARE losing half a day of work. So, since you're showing that much enthusiasm to make up for your friend's mishap, how about you pay it off in a different way. We've got a spare office room with backup data from your personal computers so you should have no problem to continue your work with a bit of overtime. You'll do your colleagues a huge favor if you work ahead a bit."

Flint was taken aback. "Overtime? But it's the weekend! How am I supposed to do all the leftover work with nobody the...?"

He was quickly interrupted by Lindsey dashing to his side and raising her hand. "I'll stay too. I can share the work load and we'll get more done this way. I caused the fire in the first place. I should be punished too."

This time, Rose was the one stunned by the sudden turn of events but quickly readjusted herself to take on a professional tone. "This isn't supposed to be punishment, Miss Cohen. Mister flint is just supposed to make up for lost time."

"Either way, I want to help! There are files he doesn't have access to on his own anyways."

Flint and Lindsey glanced at each other, both giving a sympathetic little smile before facing Rose again.

She pretended to think it over for a moment before "reluctantly" giving in. "Well, there you go. If you both are that eager, fine. The office is yours for today. Don't forget to close up when you're done. Have a nice weekend, you two." She waved them off, turning to the other employees to share the news with them.

Meanwhile Flint and Lindsey deflated, left behind to make up for lost time and with a massive workload ahead of them.

The ride up the elevator was silent. They went past their regular floor, one level further up into a smaller, yet similarly designed office. A handful of white cubicles, baby blue walls and red and white carpets, in line with the company colors.

It was hauntingly quiet. Apart from the whirring of their computers humming to life, their was a mutual, verbal ceasefire.

After a moment of sitting once again back to back, the two of them felt the urge to break the silence, and finally, it was Lindsey who first tried to break the newly formed ice between them.

"You... really stuck your head out for me down there, huh?"

Flint bit his lips, making a small popping sound. "Don't mention it. You don't deserve to get shit on on your first day. Nobody does."

Lindsey spoke over her shoulder. "I just wanted to thank you. I know you didn't have to... or probably wanted to."

"Huh?" Flint met her gaze halfway, side-eyeing her as he turned around the tiniest bit. "What do you mean?"

Lindsey gave a soft sigh in response as her fingers halfheartedly danced across the keyboard until they suddenly came to a stop. Her voice was weak, left of all the joy she had earlier that day. "I'm not stupid, Flint. What did I do? Was it something I said? Why do you avoid me like that? Why do you... hate me?" Her voice quivered on the last words.

Hate... Flint felt guilt balling up inside him. He had made his oldest friend feel hated.

"Look, I know I fucked up and I didn't imagine this day to go this way either. I thought... I thought if I got to work with you, things could be like they were before. Before we had jobs and separate lives and... I don't know. I wanted our friendship back. But I guess that was one sided." Flint looked over his shoulder. The red fur around Lindsey's eyes was lightly damp and her puffed up, usually perky tail was limply dangling out of the back of her chair.

He wanted to speak up, comfort her, say literally anything... but every word got stuck in his throat.

"I guess I'm the idiot. Always was, right? Heh. Even back then I knew if I didn't watch out, you'd one day leave me behind... and then... you did."

Flint sunk into his chair as the air left his lungs. It was like a dagger firmly thrust into his heart.

A myriad of emotions welled up inside him. Anger, resentment, disgust... though not at Lindsey; but at himself. He looked at her, her eyes moist with tears. He didn't have to see her face to know how pained she was. He had made his longest and best friend cry. The twinge he felt in his heart earlier was like a knot unraveling itself. And once it was finally loose, he began to speak.

"I was the idiot."

Her eyes shot open for a moment as her ears perked up. "What?"

"I said I'm an idiot, Lindsey. The biggest there ever was." He finally dared to face her. It was important to him to make his amends as clear as possible. "I don't hate you. I never have."

"Then... why?"

Flint continued, every word hurting his pride more than the last. "I was being selfish. Back when we were in college, the only reason people ever even acknowledged me was when I was with you. You were always the popular one. Everybody liked you. While I was the loner nerd who was lucky enough to get to hang out with you."

His gaze sunk to the floor as his voice grew weaker. He rubbed his thumb over the top of his hand to distract himself from the shame he felt. He couldn't even look her in the eyes. "I thought if I wanted to step out of your shadow, I needed to stand on my own. So people would finally take notice of me. But in doing so, I've pushed away the only friend I ever had..." Flint gently took Lindsey's hand and let it rest in his as he looked at her. "...the best friend I ever had."

He had not a moment to let the words settle before Lindsey wrapped herself around his neck, embracing him like her life depended on it. Tears were streaming down her cheeks and Flint himself began tearing up as he hugged her back. "Shows what kind of jerk I am, huh?"

"The biggest!" She squeaked, smiling through the tears and burying her face in his shoulder.

Flint choked up as he squeezed her back even harder until the pain went away. There were no more words at first. They needed to cling to each other until they were sure they were together again. Reunited after all this time.

After things calmed down, there were a lot more things to say and Flint felt he owed it to her to begin. "I can't make up for treating you like that today. It wasn't your fault I just thought... you know."

Lindsey pointed a finger at his nose, glinting at him with a suspicious look. "You're not gonna weasel yourself out of this one. What did you think?"

Flint scratched his neck and muttered as quietly as he could. "I thought that.. you would steal the show again. That you wanted to rub it in that you got the same success I did. I was always such a stuck up shut in, I would have deserved it."

With the finger she already had on his nose, he flicked it, causing Flint just the slightest bit of pain. "For someone so smart, you can be pretty dumb sometimes." She sat back into her chair and crossed her arms, pouting. "I always had friends back home. Drinking buddies, beach buddies, workout buddies. It's easy to find someone to party with. But when it mattered,when things were hard, I only had you. And when you went away, I felt like I was alone."

Lindsey wiped a tear from her eye before continuing. "It was my dad who told me you worked here. I thought it would be fun if we could work together. You know, like old times."

"Your dad knows where I work?"

Lindsey looked up with a bit of surprise at the question. "Well yeah, he works for Medidex. Him and his team were responsible for the regional Vindicta Pokédex. It's used mostly for medical data and diet control for Pokémon nowadays. That's why he was in contact with Pokécola a lot." She leaned in to whisper sneakily. "You're not doing to well on the nutritional side by the way." She giggled while Flint was a little taken aback.

"Shit! Wait, how come you never told me that before? Your family would be pretty famous then."

Lindsey leaned forward to look him straight into the eyes, a little bit of doubt clouding her own. "Would you have treated me differently if I had?"

Flint understood her concern, smiled a little to himself and chuckled. He met her eyes and leaned in as well, resting his hands on top of hers on her lap. "Nah, I guess not. You'd still be the same annoying, hyperactive brat."

They both giggled at each other as their foreheads touched. With upturned eyes, they looked at each other. "I knew you'd say that." Lindsey muttered huskily. And then, as if compelled to, their faces met, in a single, drawn-out kiss. It was magnetic, unavoidable almost.

Flint reached for Lindsey's face, cupping her cheek as his lips grazed against hers. How long had they felt this way? Neither of them really knew. Neither of them really cared. Maybe it had always been there.

Flint's drove his hands through her soft, scarlet fur. It was the same fur that tickled his nose as his lips locked with hers.

It took a long while for them to find the will to break apart, but eventually, they stared at each other, out of breath from the long, inseparable kiss.

With slightly labored breath, they laughed shyly at each other, in disbelief of what they had just done.

"Since when?" was all Flint could think of asking to break the brief silence.

"It was one of the reasons it hurt so much when you left. I didn't get a chance to tell you. I'm... glad I finally got to." Lindsey answered, sheepishly combing one of her blonde locks behind her ear. "But... you too?"

Flint blushed. "I just... I never thought I'd even have a chance. You were always surrounded by so many guys I thought you'd... you know, pick one of them."

Lindsey let out an embarrassed giggle. "Told you before, it's easy to get a bunch of guys together to party and have fun but... you were there when they were long gone. You got me through college, you didn't ditch me even when I got annoying. I felt like I mattered to you."

Flint felt a wave of warmth and adoration well up in his heart. He felt stupid. "You did." He scratched his cheek, ashamed. "I'm... I'm sorry I left you. I can never make up for that but... I'm gonna try, okay?"

"You will?" Lindsey asked almost inaudibly, a little waver in her voice.

"Promise."

Lindsey's face flushed even redder than it already was. She looked cutely giddy when suddenly her eyes darted from left to right and a sly grin grew on her face. She was up to something. "Flint, you know... we're alone in here. And there won't be anyone around for the weekend."

He cocked his head slightly and furrowed his eyebrows. "Yeah?"

Lindsey rested her back against her chair and took on a domineering presence. Her index finger moved to her heel as she smoothly took off her high heels. "Wanna do something crazy?" Her voice was husky, salacious almost, and when Flint watched her taking off her suit jacket, revealing the two big mounds stretching her blouse hidden underneath, it dawned on him what she was hinting at.

Flint could hear his heart beat. His eyes wandered over her body, her tantalizing thighs, her now bared feet only covered by a thin layer of dark stockings. He swallowed a mouthful of saliva. For the first time in his life, he saw his best friend as a woman.

He choked up, trying to distract from the sexual tension she had just unleashed. "We... we can't! W...w...we're... still on the clock... we... we..." But his pitiful defense did little to convince her of his defiance.

"Doesn't that make it even more exciting?" She extended her leg. Her sole pressed against the constantly growing bulge within his black jeans. She toyed around with it, and the hardness of it already told her that she'd won him over.

Flint let out a defeated chuckle and resigned himself to his fate. After all... he was tempted already anyways. "Has anyone ever told you that you're just the worst."

"You always knew I was a bad influence." With those words, she deftly squeezed her toes around his zipper and pulled it down. The final layer of his blue boxer briefs was no challenge after that, and his firm, towering cock emerged from the liberating gap.

He pressed his back into the backrest, gripping the end of his armrests as she got to work. He saw her sharp, canine teeth flashing in an impish grin as she gauged him for reactions. She stepped on him, rubbing the underside of his member against the nylon. Her other foot served as backup, letting his cock bend over its bridge, sandwiching the throbbing shaft between it and the former.

Flint had never felt such sensations before. The thought of sullying such a usually professional part of Lindsey's outfit, was driving his arousal up the wall. "You have... very pretty legs. I never noticed."

Lindsey halted for a moment, taken aback by the sudden compliment. Her heart skipped a beat, but she was not ready to let him know that. "I never knew you were into something as weird as this."

Flint chuckled as he readily admitted his guilt. "Me neither. I'm noticing a lot of things for the first time today. Your hair for example. It's way softer than I thought. Your clothes fit you like a glove. Your smile is so cheeky... it's really cute." Words of adoration just kept flowing from his lips. It was as if a dam had broken in his heart.

Another pause in her movements. Her heart was fluttering, her breath unsteady. She felt a warmth well up deep inside her. Not only in her heart either. A longing was constantly growing. She wanted more. She kept pushing her feet together to squeeze his cock for more precum, and Flint himself for more praise. Her tail kept wagging from side to side, out of sight from Flint's view as his consciousness was consumed by trying not to cum. "What else?"

Flint grunted. How was she so good at this. Her toes danced over his head, sliding up and down his length collecting glistening juices that coated the fabric and reflected the office lights. "I would have missed so much in college if it hadn't been for you. I always thought you were just trying to get on my nerves but... nggghh... you always got my head out of a slump when I needed it. You're the only reason I loved campus. You were always so happy and open to anyone. I always... admired you for how easy it was to like you... hell... I loved you for it. Still do... holy shit!"

The friction was getting intense. Lindsey had been completely enraptured in her efforts to pleasure her former friend. At this point it was clear that they were way more than that. She spread her legs far apart, attacking his dick from both sides, giving him a foot job with the soles of both feet at once.

In a short glimpse of awareness, Flint laughed through his labored breathing. He was close, extremely close. Yet he couldn't let this little chance to get the upper hand pass him by. "And on top of that, you've got the cutest panties I've ever seen on a girl."

"What!" She yelped, breaking her concentration as a jolt went through her

"Hold up! LINDSEY! FUUUUHHUUUU... GHHHH!" Flint felt her feet clamp down him as the ripple of shock went through Lindsey's body. It was the final squeeze needed to push him over the edge, and a torrent of sperm launched into the air and splattered over her shins and feet. The nylon turned darker in spots where it wasn't already and a thin, white coating of thick spunk drooped off of both her legs.

The young man's body arched upwards, thrusting into the space between his lover's slick, soft feet, squirting out further spurts of cum. It took a couple more smaller thrusts before his body could settle again, and his climax died down. By the time Flint sunk back into his seat, his "friend's" legs were soiled. Gasping for air, his face lifted towards the ceiling. He wiped over it with a hand, swiping away droplets of sweat.

"Fuck me, Lindsey! You gotta warn me before you do stuff like this. You alright?" He looked down only to see the girl in front of him squirming in her seat, covering her crotch with both hands and clamping her thighs together. "What's the matter?"

She looked at him with upturned eyes. Even for a fire type, her face was burning up. "Did you really see them?"

It took every fiber of his being to not burst out laughing at the display of sudden display of feminine shame in front of him. He stifled it and despite his still subsiding orgasm coursing through his body, he got up from his chair and approached her. On the way over, he tossed his suit jacket, leaving him in his tie and shirt, which started to stick to his body from the sweat.

She watched him silently as he put one hand on her armrest and the other on her chin. "Nu-uh, you don't get to play the shy card after pulling a stunt like this." He pressed his lips to hers, sucking on them until her tongue dared to venture into his mouth, greeted by his own. It was a steamy, but short-lived kiss as he ended with one more peck before huskily whispering into her big, sensitive ear. "I meant it. They really are cute." She shivered as he placed one last kiss on her ear.

Her eyes went wide as she wordlessly watched him lower himself in front of her legs, gently parting them until he was face to face with her crotch. The Flareon's ears twitched in anticipation. He was inching closer to her privates, his eyes fixated on the very piece of fabric he had complimented before. A pair of red and yellow striped panties peeked through the dark nylon, a flame pattern embroidered on the front. Although at this point, that flame would be doused, as a convex, damp stain seeped through the embroidery.

Lindsey looked down, seeing him look for approval. She knew very well what he intended to do. And as such, she obliged. "You can take a closer look, if you want to. They're useless now anyways." She could hardly believe the words coming from her mouth, but her hands acted even bolder, tearing the fabric of her stockings, opening a big hole in her groin area.

Flint nodded, gently stroking the inside of her thighs as he pulled aside her panties with his thumb, much as her fur may have clung to them. He revealed a patch of slightly denser, vibrant fur, surrounding a thin line of protruding flesh with a tiny, round nub at the top end of it.

"My turn." Flint muttered just loud enough for Lindsey to hear it. As he pulled apart her aching folds, Lindsey bit her finger, anticipating every touch and prod. The healthy, pink tunnel in front of him was exuding warmth, wafting in his direction, luring him in like a pot of honey. He held onto both of her thighs more firmly, and pushed his face into it.

Lindsey gripped the chair with her free hand, while the bite on her finger grew more intense. A foreign muscle was frolicking around her most private area, licking, flicking and thrusting. Around the shallow insides, Flint's tongue caressed her outer folds, scraping the sides as he went along. It was so slippery, so unpredictable. She started moaning reflexively.

His nose was pushing against her little button as his tongue lapped up the roof of her love tunnel. Her sensitive tissue welcomed every bit of attention it got. As he explored her squirming pussy, Lindsey held onto the back of his head. She wanted more and was no longer afraid to show restraint. She shoved his face into her crotch, holding it there, grinding on it.

Flint welcomed it. It was a signal that he was doing it right. Emboldened by that assurance, he pressed on, alternating between eating out her inside and lavishing the outside with just as much of his saliva and love. "Only makes sense that such cute panties hide such a cute little thing underneath."

"Sh...shut up." Lindsey protested to little avail as she tried and failed to push her skirt over his face so he wouldn't see hers as she lost herself to the pleasure.

Flint smirked as Lindsey felt his hot breath on her. "I think the cutest part about it though... is this little fella up here. Wouldn't wanna neglect him now, would we?"

It was over for Lindsey. She pushed her back into the backrest as a long gasp escaped her. Bunching up and gripping a tuft of his hair, she held on for dear life as Flint sucked her clit into his mouth and danced the tip of his tongue over it. He teased and rubbed all over it, stimulating the already touchy, little nub.

"Stop! You're gonna make me...! HHHHHHAAAAHHHH!" No longer able to keep them up, Lindsey's legs gave in and dropped over Flint's shoulders, sandwiching his head between her thighs. He went on unbothered. She could still feel him stoking the embers of her already hot abdomen. Despite the words she mindlessly kept repeating, she didn't want him to stop. The thought of unleashing every bit of ecstasy and pleasure she felt herself onto the man she loved, was mesmerizing. She felt dirty, thinking the way she did, but she wanted it so bad. To mark him, to let him taste her.

Her legs, already behind his back, locked around him, not allowing any leeway for escape. She leaned back, roughly unbuttoning her shirt and unceremoniously shoving up her red bra. She fondled herself, massaging her perfectly palm sized breast with one hand, while holding Flint's head with the other. She glimpsed down every now and then, seeing her lover engrossed in licking up her juices, eating her out and devoting himself to giving her pleasure. It was enough to send her heart into overdrive.

"Flint! I'm close! Keep going! I'm cummm... ingGGHHAAAAAHHH!"

Flint felt the pressure from both sides as her fluffy thighs enveloped him. A flood of juices hit his taste buds, not particularly tasty, but the thought of who it belonged to, almost made them seem sweet. As his tongue rested inside her, he felt her walls constrict around it, not wanting to let go but at the same time, longing for so much more.

Her legs were quivering and slowly but surely untangling the knot they'd formed around Flint's neck.

As the wave of pleasure washed over Lindsey, she keeled over, losing her balance as she stumbled over Flint.

In a split second reaction, or rather just sheer luck, Flint caught her and stumbled backwards along with her until he luckily fell back into his chair, with Lindsey following behind and landing onto his lap. The office chair rolled a few inches before coming to a halt, and the two lovers, still out of it, started laughing.

Lindsey rested on him, catching her breath as he carefully held onto her hips. She took a deep whiff, taking in his cologne and exhaling as her body relaxed. "Arceus, I never thought my first day'd go this way."

Flint chuckled as he rested buried his face in her hair. It smelled of a warm fireplace, familiar and comforting. "Me neither. But I'm glad it did."

Lindsey smiled to herself, holding onto his chest. "You said a lot of sweet things about me before."

"Yeah, I know. I'd appreciate if you could forget I said those." He awkwardly scratched his cheek, cringing internally over all the things he'd let slip.

"Nope, all stored up here." Lindsey giggled as she nuzzled into him. "I wish you'd said some of them sooner." She leaned up to him, weakly nibbling on his lips. Her ears drooped a little, as an embarrassed smile crossed her lips. "Maybe not the one with the panties though. Straight to horny jail for that one."

Both of them shared a laugh which slowly melted away into tense silence as they became increasingly aware of their unsated arousal. After the long rest he had, Flint's cock was once again raring to go and Lindsey, though not as obvious, felt the same sexual tension as Flint's member ground against her underneath the black skirt.

Flint caressed her body from her thighs, over her hips until his hands rested on her sides. "I still have to make up for a lot. Together this time?"

Her golden eyes met his gaze, brimming with passion and desire. She wrapped her arms around his neck while raising her hips to give his cock room to perk up. "Never anything else again." She stated with a sense of finality as their hips as well as their mouths collided. They hungrily devoured each other, both topside and below as their tongues tangled around each other and they became one.

In a smooth, gliding motion, Flint pushed into her pussy, stretching it and filling up the empty space inside. It fit snugly, like a glove, as if they were made for each other. Compatible, and frustratingly horny as they were, they started grinding into each other. Flint had his hands underneath her skirt and on top of Lindsey's ass, aiding her movements as she rode him. Their crotches gave of wet, squelching sounds; the cum and precum of their foreplay serving as perfect lubrication.

Breathy moans filled the empty office. The chair creaked underneath their combined weight. There was little room for talking, their fried minds wouldn't allow them to anyways. There was only lust now. Lust, and unknown amounts of saliva and love juices.

The clothes, what little had been spared before, was now growing damp with sweat. It would be unwearable after this. Not that they cared. Right now, they were tasting each other, literally and sexually.

Lindsey felt herself getting pierced by the foreign, hard rod hammering against her womb. With every collision, she allowed him further and further in, welcoming his cock and embracing its every rigid inch. It would have been bad enough if she had been fully in control of the impacts, but Flint kept thrusting from underneath, making her unable to predict the angle from which her senses would be assaulted next.

On the other end, Flint was engrossed by the wet walls of flesh closing in around his cock every time he penetrated Lindsey. It was like thousands of small kisses peppering his length. The suction every time he pulled out, urged him to ejaculate, yet he couldn't allow himself to. It was torturous. A small fraction of rivalry still stirred within him, and if he was to cum, it wouldn't be on his own.

Both of them were eager to explore every inch of their bodies together. Kissing wasn't enough, fucking wasn't enough. They needed to express their pent-up feelings more.

Their kiss broke apart, their mouths wide agape and their delirious eyes meeting a few inches apart as their bodies rocked up and down. Lindsey searched a new target, one that would at the same time serve to stifle her moans and give her an outlet for her arousal. She opted for Flint's shoulder, shoving aside his shirt, leaning against him and carefully biting down on it. Sharp as her canine teeth were, they were more love bites than anything serious. Her breath escaped exclusively through the gaps between her teeth and his skin.

As she kept getting pounded from underneath, her bites became more unpredictable and each time Flint hissed in slight pain or she felt she hat chomped down a bit harder than intended, she licked the bite marks she left behind to soothe the skin and make up for it.

Seeing and feeling this, Flint went on the offensive himself. Sliding his hand up her side, he reached for her breast, letting her fur glide through his fingers and pinching her nipple between them as he kneaded it. Small yelps reached his ear, sweet and sloven.

Encouraged by the positive response even to his rougher squeezing, his other hand moved to grope her ass. It contorted under his palm as he grabbed it a bit harder. In between the squeezes, he started spanking her, first light to gauge her reaction, then a proper smack. He was unsure at first whether he was getting to rough, but to his surprise, it caused her to long for more. Her love bites were getting wilder, more erratic and he could feel her getting more turned on the more he did it. Her pussy hugged him tighter and twitched in time with each spank.

Their breathing was ragged, hot, wheezing. All in the rhythm of their bodies rocking back and forth, up and down.

The air was thick with their musk. It smelled of sex. Their clothes tattered, their heart beats in sync. They could feel each other's pulse. It was a deep throbbing and both of them knew what was coming. Lindsey wheezed through her nose, clinging to Flint while he groped her body hard enough to leave marks on the fur and skin underneath.

His hips were giving out yet for the final sprint, he pooled together all of the strength he had left. He rammed her from below, scooping her accumulated juices from the back of her depths. He gritted his teeth, his muscles sore and his throat hoarse and dry.

They hugged each other tightly, no space left between them as their hips ground closely together. The arousal rose and rose, their senses getting lost in the pleasure.

Their hips slammed together again and again and...

"NgghghghhhGAAHAAAAHHH!" At last, the silence was broken. As if they'd held their breath the entire time, it escaped all at once as a climactic orgasm.

Flint felt his balls drain as he unloaded all of his remaining seed into the deepest depths of her pussy. His lap was a mess. Everything from sweat to any other amalgamation of liquids poured onto it. Not only their clothes, but the chair as well was ruined.

In convulsions, they held onto each other, engrossed in feeling each other as they basked in the afterglow. Flint's shoulder was riddled with bite marks, red and slightly bruised. However, with how rough he'd been with Lindsey himself, they were probably even. Thankfully, both of these signs of what they were up to, were easy enough to hide.

Their breathing slowed and their senses returned. Flint reclined the chair to rest on it. They cuddled for a good while like that, feeling the warmth they both still gave off. Lindsey listened to Flint's breathing, lying on his chest.

"We didn't get shit done, did we?" Flint chuckled as he rubbed Lindsey's back.

She smiled in return and rested her head on her hands as she smiled up at him. "We've got plenty of time." She blushed. "You were... pretty forceful back there."

Flint grew red in the face in turn, laughing to hide his shame. "Yeah... I was. You okay? Bruises or anything?"

She turned her head to the side and closed her eyes. "Don't worry about it." She murmured. "I'll keep it. I hope you'll keep mine as well." She whispered with a hushed giggle.

Flint looked at his shoulder and rubbed the bumpy skin as the infectious smile spread to him. "I'll live." He sighed as he petted her head. Then, a little smirk crossed his lips. "When we did it you... ah forget it."

She perked up, smelling another opportunity to pry. "What did I say before about weaseling?"

"I just thought you were cute okay? You happy?" He blurted out. "You were just... pretty different from what I thought you'd be like. It was kind of... adorable."

A haughty, smug smile crept up on her lips and with the most chipper, cutesy voice, she started going off. "Oh nyo meowster!"

Flint closed his eyes. "Oh shut up!"

"What's da pwobwem? Youw said I was cute, wight? Don't you wuv me anymow?"

"LINDSEY!"

"I can be a pwetty widdle kitty fow you if you want me to!"

"STAHP!"

"NYAAAAAAAAAA!" Lindsey's squeaky voice trailed off as Flint tried to push her as far away from his face as possible.

And so, the PokéCola Family gained a new member. From that day on, work would not be a drag anymore. At least for SOME of the employees, to the misfortune of everybody caught in their wake.

Though undoubtedly, the work days would become a lot more interesting from now on. That much is certain.