Avery's Pokemon

Umbreon

Name: Evangeline. More commonly, Eva.

Gender: Female

Nature: Rash

Summ: Avery's first Pokemon, once a rambunctious Eevee. Loyal and excitable, Avery and Eva can't seem to get their hands (and paws) off of each other. Once they were rivals, Eva was afraid and resistant of his love. They've come far.

Kirlia

Name: Lady

Gender: Female

Nature: Modest

Summ: Once an innocent Ralts running from an abusive human, Lady was isolated from Avery during a head injury. Lady has since seemed different. Now a Kirlia, she demands different things from her 'Master' and sees it as entirely unfair that Eva seems to get all of his romantic attention.

Buneary

Name: Chastity

Gender: Female

Nature: Adamant

Summ: What is this sensual bunny's deal, anyways? Purchased from a strange man at Vanessa's mansion as a gift from the wicked mistress herself, the Buneary seems a mixture of fierce pride and fiery sexual whim. In other words, she's kinda totally topping Avery from a meta level.

Furfrou

Name: Dusty

Gender: Male

Nature: Hardy

Summ: Seemingly the only successful battler of the bunch, Dusty has proved to be a steadfast companion despite starting the journey as a total sexpest, tryna bang Chastity like that! Can you blame him? Give a guy a bone!

Surskit

Name: Sprite

Gender: Female

Nature: Quirky

Chapter: The Descent

My earliest memory of my father is complicated. I was only six or seven, and yet sometimes it's so vivid, like a cut fresh from yesterday. We were standing in the kitchen that night, our chandelier flooding the room with a constant, warm glow. It always felt good around my dad in that way. At an individual level, he made you seeth inside. Yet his confidence and steadiness was a kind of unfounded thing that made you begrudgingly respect him, and it seemed to permeate in spaces he stood in. Everyone liked him, everyone wanted to get to know him, hear his opinions: Silver-tongued. He had kept us all together, despite the way my mom is and was. Zoey was always a back-talker, that was just the way she was. He liked that about his daughter, but after long moments alone with him in his office he would send her out, disappointed. She had no interest in learning anything, except about how to be a trainer.

It was so long ago that in my mind's eye he now seemed tall and faceless. Mom claims Zoey looks more like him, while I took after her. I think all three of us look like Amy Higgs with our dark-brown hair, tan skin, ebony eyes- her genes were strong, we looked like her kids when we were in town.

My father's dull violet eyes always expressed nothing or expressed too much - there was no in between. He liked to wear his jet-black hair long, tied back, and he was the kind of man who would never make eye contact with me unless it was to scold; with me he talked at a distance. Maybe it's my current image of him painting a new history, but I always felt like he expected certain emotions to remain hidden inside. He'd grab me by the arm and tug me aside if I cried, but he never told me not to cry. He just said never to do it in front of Zoey, my mom, or any woman I wanted to look up to me. "She's fragile, that one." That's a thing I remember my dad often said about my mom, and it's part of the reason why this one other memory sticks around so strongly, I think.

There are certain aspects to maintaining a facade that I've found useful, for sure. Especially in that mansion, but I've always wondered what that empty-seeming man was actually feeling on the inside and the burden of not knowing, guessing what he might think or feel- felt so great over the years that I didn't think about it anymore. It's painful to wonder if there's anything inside him at all, it's easier to assume that there's nothing there. When I was a kid, I thought he was the coolest guy in the room. He never praised me, but I was certain that he saw me as his number two, his strong child that he was proud of. Something like that.

I don't remember much else about what he taught me, his memory itself has always been rather vague and foggy, but I remember how I felt about him, and I remember this event; Mom was standing by the sink. He'd never really had the energy for her, because he felt like he had to manage everything she did, and in a way that was true but he enabled her for a long time. He helped forge her into the woman that she is, frivolous and highly dependent. This was not the first time they'd argued about this particular topic, but it was the first time I felt emboldened to try to put an end to it all.

"Amy, for Arceus's sake-" We all flinched when his fist came crashing down on the table, the sound so loud it disrupted whatever inner peace we felt. "How many times have we fucking talked about using hot water to clean our damn dishes? You don't need it- use warm water, or cold, woman. Stop wasting! Arceus-forbid you learn to live alongside a Pokemon."

"A-Ah but- I really just can't not use it and… P-Pokemon really don't like me! And they're dangerous…you see it in the news." Mom blustered, and she turned red-faced right away. I'd witnessed firsthand that this was not true, mons liked mom as much as they liked anyone, but she was afraid of them- except when a trainer had perfect discipline with them. I was sitting on a stool next to her, near the fridge, and I saw firsthand the embarrassment on her countenance. She had been so certain she'd get away with it this time, seeing Dad was distracted with his newspaper, but of course he'd notice the steam once it rose white and hot in the kitchen.

I know now that the core of this argument was her attempting to hide it from him, my dad hated secrets. He hated being left out of the know, and he despised liars. He could not bear that she would not get a Pokemon of her own - for a million personal reasons, and he felt none of them suitable. In most matters, Mom always submitted, though she put up a fight first no matter the circumstances. He called it her "whining" and there was an element of truth to that.. My dad required utter submission in arguments, and it almost felt like everytime they got into this argument ma got further convinced of the opposite. About Pokemon she was thoroughly entrenched in this impossibility of companionship with the other people that lived in this world- he truly despised that about her.

The back-and-forth began.

"THEY want to take as much of our money as possible. Hot water- it's not necessary. It's a waste of precious energy we eventually will need. Yet you, you-" He had his voice raised to a level I'd never heard before,and I could tell he was at a loss for words. When my mom harrumphed and turned her back on him to continue her work he spun her around, holding the collar of her shirt and roughly jerking her about. "LISTEN WOMAN! LISTEN!"

"Alder, w-what are you doing!? You're hurting me- stop it!"

My fists clenched. I didn't have the strength to stand up, but my moms shrill cries - her humiliated expression- these things were drilling into me. I wanted to make it all stop, throw my hands over my ears, scream. Some men probably would have slapped her. My dad wasn't like them - instead, he had a way with words. He shut the steaming water off, merely looked into her face, and smiled. The next words he said as if they were the most general statement in the world: "Amy, you and I both know this is about far more than simply water." Then his voice became soft and cold, almost like velvet. My mom stopped thrashing in his grip, her face grew slack as her big, brown saucer-eyes stared into his vivid galaxy purple. "Amy, this is why you - your family- will never amount to anything. You're so shameless you'll make an utter fool of yourself right in front of your daughter. You're a failure of a woman."

Zoey was witnessing the exchange, stressed out beyond belief. Whenever they argued she kept her face behind her hands, but at the mention of her, she peeked between her fingers with wide chocolate brown eyes. I'll never forget the way he said that. Not my family, not our family- "your" family. It was that which made me speak. My mom wasn't perfect, but she was far from a failure. My memories of her stretched back so much farther than his ever did; Her holding me, telling me stories before bed, gentle words of encouragement… Amy Higgs was far from perfect, but she was my mother. Even back then I recognized no one deserved to be treated that way.

"Um, actually dad, I learned in class that hot water is good because sanitization is better that way! You can use cold, warm, or hot water- but hot water is the most efficient!" I was sure my mom would be so proud of me, sticking up for her like her personal hero. Instead, she merely looked away and at the ground as my father turned to glance at me.

He had a way with eye contact, not just words. His emotions bled out from his eyes, burning into me. He started to laugh at my words, at first soft chuckles. I felt uncomfortable when he threw his head back and long, peeling laughter echoed around the kitchen. It was a cold, abrasive laughter that seeped into my skin, making my heart race. I'll never forget it, I can't forget it. Riddled with anxiety, I started to shiver before him, my voice and body were so small in comparison to him. Then just as suddenly as it started, Alder Higgs merely sighed, shaking his head.

He put a hand on the top of my head. His palm was warm as he held my chin firmly, and stared into my face. "You're no different from her." That was all he said. I never thought he was the coolest after that. I certainly didn't think he was the coolest when he disappeared… but I was never surprised that he did. To this day I still wonder… if it wasn't about water, then what was it about? And why am I the same as her?


"... I promise you, Avery. When you come home things will be different. Please don't leave me. Don't… don't be like him. Call me when you can, honey."

I closed the Poketch messenger app, and exhaled heavily. Reading my moms extremely long messages didn't make it any worse than it already was. In this dead space, down below the surface world, I'd found my thoughts harried by the knowledge that so many apologies and messages awaited me on my Poketch from Amy Higgs. Somehow not being able to send a reply back felt freeing, the distance made her overbearing apologies worth reading. Anger, frustration, and pain surged through me, battering my insides like a windstorm… along with other emotions. Try as I might to dispel the image, when I thought of my mom I saw Machamp standing behind her. The aroused flush all the way down to her shoulders, the layer of sweat on her dark skin, and the bounce of her breasts as he drove into her- the sounds of- I wanted to throw my hands over my brain and scream until the memories disappeared, so maybe reading the messages did make it worse. There was of course the subtle knowledge that like with all my 'adventures recently" I might not make it back up to the surface, or back to her- ever. I wasn't sure if I ever wanted to.

The way she'd beckoned me closer… I shook the thought aside as Eva met my eyes and smiled at me.

As far as being proper guides, the wild Pokemon were subpar at best - murderous at worst, and their dirty looks didn't help my suspicions in that regard. They kept leaving Eva and I behind, who didn't know anything about this place. There were so many sloping stops that led to a dangerous drop, surprisingly deep pools of water that were hard to avoid, and debris on the ground which were stupidly easy to trip on, at least with my clumsy human feet. Arceus, it would be neat to be a Pokemon, wouldn't it? Being able to see in jet black spaces like this… I complained frequently, especially when I ended up having to roll both of my soaked pant legs up after stepping in freezing, dark pools of water, and finally, our Medicham guide sighed in aggravation - dragging me forward by the arm. After that the fighting-type's sure grip on my arm was like that of a leash. I appreciated it,

The general bustle of Pokemon died out the further we traveled toward the lower depths. We traveled in a kind of downward spiral, reaching low levels I doubted any human had explored, at least in many years - lit up only by those strange glowing stones which nestled mainly in the water, and Eva's glowrings. I was shocked by how violently the water ran through here, and in so many directions. It didn't surprise me that every shadowy inch of space seemed to house some kind of Pokemon. Few had interest in us, and those that did were warned off by the Medicham with a yell of its name.

"How much longer?" I asked, shivering. My sense of time didn't seem to exist down here. Eva nuzzled up against my leg but it did little to banish the persistent cold that clung to the cavern walls. I smiled at her regardless, and was jealous of all her thick, dark fur.

The Medicham guide's thick lips curled into a cold smirk, and it snorted something under its breath in a tone that was hard to mistake as anything but intense annoyance. It made it clear it was not a fan of me, and with how frequently it looked backwards I made the logical mental leap that it wanted to get back to the eggs, and probably back to the pretty, off-colored Medicham persisting in my thoughts as well. I wondered why my escorts kept giving me such a dirty look, some of their gazes so heated I think they really wanted to let me fall of an edge, or to do the job themself, and the ache of Mr. Punchy the Graveler's fist in my face was not forgotten. I was violating the habitat of the Pokemon here, sure, but I couldn't think of another reason to deserve that level of heat.

I felt an itch in my head. The telltale sign of an overly pushy psychic-type. The voice which followed confirmed that. 'There are more reasons than there are beings on this earth to despise your kind. Despise you.' His thought had a burning, acidic tinge to it, the voice decidedly male. When the lean fighting-type glanced my way out of the corner of his eye, I saw that nothing but hatred boiled there.

When I thought back: 'What are some of them? I want to listen.' He recoiled, arms raised in shock, as if not expecting that response.

'So the Fair Lady was not lying! You can hear me, truly? And speak with me?'

'Is the Fair Lady that Medicham with a different color than the rest of you?'

'Yes. The Lady is special. She was born among the most elite of the humans, but she gave up everything to save us.'

'To save you from what?'

'Humanity.'

''How? That's awfully broad. Humans in general, humans like me? Humans like this woman?'

The Medicham was eerily silent, and that was that. When I tried to continue the conversation he merely smiled. I tried to imitate what was seemingly constantly done by these psychic-types, reaching out with the delicate fingers of "my mind", it was not like with the Fair Lady. It didn't come easily, and instead of clear thoughts I had a sense of murk and mistiness. Like he was trying to keep me out and there was no way to penetrate it. Well, if the Medicham guide didn't want to socialize with me, that was fine.

I rubbed my arms with my hands, shivering, and my thoughts drifted to what exactly I was going to do once I got down there. The machine they were using- whatever it was- was clearly something special. Though, now that I thought about it, it hadn't gone off in a while. What kind of Pokemon did these invaders have? The more I thought about what I was approaching, the heavier the dread in the pit of my stomach felt. What was I going to do with just Eva? Evangeline was trained to be a battler by Marissa, and her vicious attacks on me when I'd first become her partner were testament to that. Then, under the moonlight, we'd made love and she'd evolved … Into Umbreon. Now- shifting her attitudes and instincts to play a different role, a defender- she had various weak spots. Her being an umbreon - glow rings at all- was an advantage and a disadvantage. Our experience together was growing, but we'd still yet to win an official battle together. How did I know I wasn't going to walk in and just get my ass beat?

'As much as I'd like to allow that to happen, the Fair Lady has given all of us careful instructions.' As the male medicham said "us" he swept a palm out and beckoned to the company of wild mons: machokes and graveler's, traveling with us. 'Consider us all a team… temporarily. We will help you... so long as you don't help the other humans.' His voice in my head took on a deadly edge, a mental blade running along my neck. I shivered, and felt oddly uncomfortable as a few of the wild Pokemon stared at me with a distinct coldness in their gaze.

"'What do you know about these humans? The 'Fair Lady' said she didn't know much about "her", but somehow I doubt that. And… I also doubt that all of you would be unable to handle whatever heat they're packing. What's the real reason you haven't approached them yet?" This I asked out loud, hoping for an answer, though I knew already I wouldn't get one. The wild, male Medicham gave me a dark look, and I decided to drop that particular line of questioning.

A few minutes later, our descent finally ended. From here, the violent sound of crashing water had abated, and become a mere peaceful trickle. It was also far, far colder, and I became aware of a sense of motion from either side of us- the sound of flowing liquid but not like a powerful, natural rivulet. It almost sounded like a water fountain. Then, I looked around with my poketch beam on… and all my senses seemed to blend, my thoughts faded.

Never in my life… had I ever been in a place like this. On this "bottom" level of Mount Coronet, the interior of this Pokemon habitat changed dramatically. A man-made stream flowed proudly on both sides of us, though the water did not quite reach the top of the hollow, carved rivulets it flowed through. Ahead of us, there was a distinct, very straight passage leading forward. Our feet went from kicking rocks and rubble to a steady thud, as if we were walking on carved walking stones, and that was exactly the case as I inspected the area. There were no glow crystals down here, and Eva's light gave the impression of a very, very long hallway- a corridor of a kind. It was not natural, it was not Pokemon-made...

Eva dashed up to one of the nearby walls. As she did so, her glowrings lit up the entirety of the surfaces directly around us… and my heart nearly stopped in my chest. I had never, in my life, seen anything like this- nothing so beautiful and haunting and impossible to understand. This place… I felt like I shouldn't be here. How had this not been discovered, did the wild Pokemon protect it?

Medicham and his group were disturbingly quiet, spectating my every move. I knew then that if I made the wrong decision moving forward "the Fair Lady" would make sure her people disposed of me. This was a secret place being revealed to me, the reason why she had been silent at my suggestion that she might dispose of me after I helped her with her little "problem." I was seeing something that had been lost to our society for who knows how long?

I felt the crushing weight of wonder flood my core… and I began to explore. Eva sat at the edge of the thin, artificial rivers, her crimson gaze grew wide as she noticed the many panels of astonishing art.. Everything in this place was ancient, or at least very old. The color of the massive wall panels had faded in some places, water-damaged or broken apart and crumbling in others. Still some had managed to maintain their dashes of colors over the years, and it was these that I could not look away from. I'd never seen art like this, the strokes so deep, long and unfamiliar- the figures had a certain grandness to them that few words could describe. Giant, strange shapes protruded from various parts of the walls, and the longer I looked at them, the more disturbed I became. These golden-painted protrusions… were sarcophagi. They lined the bottom of the walls at five meter intervals, the man-made rivers flowing delicately around them. Statues, falling apart and depicting humans and Pokemon wielding weapons I'd never seen before, sat on either side of these resting places. The more I stared at the art a strange sense began to flood me. What was this, what was I seeing? I had to know. I had to look more.

The first few sections of wall depicted an impossibility; a community of humans and Pokemon. One art showed a waterfall where man and mon sparred with one another. The Pokemon wore completely different clothing from the humans, but what stood out to me was that the Pokemon wore clothing at all. Mainly creatures from the Sinnoh region, it seemed the humans and Pokemon were teaching each other many things. Another showed a human woman before a group of mons, all of them creating pottery- a brilliant rainbow blossoming across the cerulean sky behind them. I was enraptured by the journey of an elderly man and his sick Sunflora. The way he held her, it made me sure that he was like me and Eva- partners in every way. It shouldn't have made sense to me, but somehow I recognized what it was. He was taking her to her favorite place.. Somehow, I could feel the wind on my face, the slowly chilling warmth of her body in my arms, and her eyes on me- so full of love.. When the Sunflora died, the human wept tears onto her gravesite… Pokemon pinwheeled and flew around him, weeping along with him. The love of the tribal human and the sunflora knew no bounds… and I recognized that place, even if it should have been endlessly unfamiliar with how different it was now… Floaroma town.

"Umbri?" Eva asked, staring up in shock. I touched my cheeks, and my fingers came away soaked. When did I start crying?

"I-I…" I just had to keep looking.

Medicham was staring at a particular spot. When I walked over, I began to understand why he hated me. The art on the wall here was not glorious and beautiful like everything else we had stepped past thus far. This portion of the underground depicted some kind of royalty, if the attire and golden adornments of the figures involved were anything to go by. My body went cold. A grisly scene of slaughter, taking place within a bathhouse, sat prominently all around me... While the previous images had shown humans, side by side with Pokemon during warfare, community, traveling… This art was very different. Everything about it was. It displayed a sordid affair- in the image women were clinging desperately to Pokemon, as well as children. They were faceless shapes, and as I stared at them it gave me a sense of motion. I swore I heard screaming, and I threw my hands over my ears, yet the sound did not leave my core.

Some of the women had their arms raised, others had their arms wrapped around the Pokemon as if they were precious bundles, as precious as the babies some of them held. I wondered where the men were, to protect them, and realized those men had already died. They lay like tossed away toys around the baths- they had been the first to resist the golden invaders, and the first to fall. Around these women were human men - still wielding blades- The next thing I was aware of was the flurry of more armored figures bursting through the bathhouse's entrance.

"NO!" I yelled, and backed away.

Some of the females seemed to be trying to get away, others were being held by their hair in the water… Some refused to stop struggling and submit to their attackers and so became corpses, tossed alongside the bodies of countless drowned mons that I didn't even recognize. The men wore expressions of vainglory, like they were participating in some kind of epic battle, and yet they were raping, killing, violating these human women- and stealing, killing their Pokemon as well. It was a slaughter, a very specific kind of slaughter.

"What is this? W-What the fuck is this place?!" I shoved my fingers into the mind of the Medicham, and this time, he did not resist. I was aware of the same sense of sadness within him. No, sadness wasn't enough of a word to describe this- I was angry, and as I glanced around, the art… it only became worse. I realized then that this corridor told a story. When I retraced my steps to the beginning of the passage I recognized then… the first meeting.

Eva had her paw on a panel I hadn't even noticed before. "Umbri?" She asked, and her body was so frozen up, I knew she too was seconds from having her world come unraveled. There was a community of Pokemon in the image. Just Pokemon. These Pokemon seemed to live in a village of their own making. It had architecture like nothing I'd seen, clearly made by the mons- was that possible, was it truly possible?

It had not made sense before, but as I stared at the art that followed this one next in line I recognized the discovery of unity- A human figure, neither male nor female, held hands with a Pokemon from that village… A human from a human tribe, a mon from a Pokemon village, together… before them a mass of humans and Pokemon alike waited. Holding hands, they'd decided humans and mons would live side by side… and then… years later, perhaps hundreds or thousands: the bathhouse, the senseless slaughters before it, and the "battles' afterwards…

Juliet's words echoed in my mind I had always, always, always… at my core… not believed that any of what she and Amara said was true. I had hoped it wasn't true, because of the implications of it being reality. Humans had decided…humans had changed everything. Pokemon trusted us… I fell to my knees. What this meant… there were no words. The cruelty, the screams, the hot blood that coated the battle fields, the human warlords standing gloriously among them, blades gleaming in their hands.

'You know more about this than I ever could,' The medicham said calmly. I thought that he hated me, and yet he placed a palm on my bucking, shuddering shoulder, and squeezed me. I was two seconds away from panicking. 'I did not expect you to react this way.'

Did he expect me to find this cool or interesting?!

Shaking with rage, I slammed my fist into the panel- and the image of the bathhouse shattered, crumbling around my fist. I clutched my head, breathing raggedly. Humans had done it, humans had really done it- we'd driven our blades into them, we'd wiped them out- and then I came to another panel, that Pokemon village was burning as men on chained, whipped rapidash and other like Pokemon attacked it and all its civilians, along with the humans that had dared love and lived beside them… I felt everything inside me grow cold.

I'd been convinced that down here, in the dark recesses of the earth, no human had tread aside from the current, and possibly past invaders. There was now, all around me, evidence of that being the opposite of the truth. Finally, after countless panels of horror shows and utter atrocities, we came across two massive doors. They were made completely of a metal I didn't recognize. It almost looked like the mineral that made up an Unown body, and that was probably true, there was strange lettering on the entrance, Unown forms…

"You asked us why we have not approached. It is because no human, no Pokemon, may enter this place… alone.."

Eva and I stood side by side in the corridor. On her side of the hall, the surface depicted a Lucario, dressed in clothing no Pokemon had worn since. I knew from his rich garb he was a king, a pokemon king, his crown grand and jeweled, made of the same shimmering gold which lined the sarcophagi in this burial corridor…and he clutched an impossible, brilliant blade at his side, the pommel lined with glittering gemstones. He had his arm extended, palm pressed forward… on my side, the wall had a different but similar image. A human woman, with tear-stained cheeks and determined eyes, in some form of wedding gown, made of a material I'd never seen or at least did not recognize. She clutched an egg in her elbow, and she had her palm extended…

There was a strange hollow on each door, to place one's hand… Eva and I glanced at where they reached. Towards the doors..

Evangeline pressed her paw to the door, I placed my palm against my own.

There was an ear-piercing scream, and behind us, our companions gasped. A chorus of singing seemed to crescendo around us, the doors themselves and the words upon them glowed…I heard two voices, impossible voices, speaking as one- one male, one female, overlapping.

Though Men teareth us apart, true hope cannot be cast asunder. Honor our sacrifice, remember our unity-

The voices died out, as did the strange music. Eva's door gleamed pink, her dark fur blowing this way and that, before pushing open. That male voice echoed, whispering: that thou may wield my blade again.

The door before me gleamed blue, and I felt, heard a woman's breath against my ear, her voice a tiny murmur, which melted away- that thou may learn to love again.


Amy Higgs moaned. Four sure, strong hands gripped her hips and breasts. Another pair cupped her face, stroking her jawline, cupping her cheeks as her mouth was plastered with kisses. This- this was true bliss. The Pokemon she loved pressed against her back, the man she loved against her front. Mason kissed her hungrily, his dark eyes locked into hers as he pumped into her womanhood. She bounced on top of him. Behind her, Buster the Machamp wrecked a hole that- before them- she never would have been willing to explore. She'd never done it with her husband, and now here she was having a threesome with a man and a mon. Oh, she loved them, loved them so much… She was so lost in her excitement, she barely recognized the sound of the doorbell ringing.

"Uh, mmmn," Amy gasped, biting her bottom lip.

"Door," Mason groaned, thrashing beneath her, "oh fuck, Amy… Let's ignore it."

Now that he'd mentioned it, she became hyper-aware of the sounds from downstairs. Was it Avery- finally coming home to her? Oh, she needed to push herself off of these two, and needed to tell them to stop! But oh Arceus, it felt so good when they rocked against her, wrecked her holes together. This was her life now. Amy kissed Mason hungrily. He was right. Better to ignore, far better to ignore the doorbell, and instead focus on that buzzing, tingling heat in her clit. She rubbed her fingers against it and-

Amy's eyes widened, as she heard the door open- and a familiar voice, an impossible voice-

…Minutes later, her bedroom door closed with her two partners behind it, Amy followed the call of that voice: Stiff, unsure of herself, shivering to her core, her dark feet followed the same path they had for years. This home, her prison, her refuge- she rarely left it save to shop, and it was so lonely without Avery, without Zoey. Down the stairs she went:

"It's… really you?"

Two strange girls, a beautiful, matronly woman, and the love of her life stood in the kitchen. She had never forgotten him. Not a day went by that she did not hope, pray that he would return to her, return to them. His features were different now, lines creased his face in new places, and he had gray in his jet black hair. He had his arm wrapped around another woman, and she knew, at that moment… that these two girls were his daughters, that this was his wife. When she ran to him, to embrace him- one of the two girls, twins, smiled, and raised a hand. An invisible force stopped Amy from touching him…

The woman in his arms nuzzled against his neck, like a loving kitten, despite her middle age. Who was she!?

"Did you… leave me for her? Leave Zoey and Avery for…"

The twin girls said nothing. Clad in tattoos and brilliant, dark kimonos, they had completely different hair styles, expressions. One stared at her in disgust, the one that had raised her hand. They were so beautiful, their bodies were... very different, but Amy became self-aware of her own body-type which had not changed all that much. Now that Amy glanced at it, she saw that the girl's hand glowed… that was why she could not move?

If she had another family- why was he here? Amy began to weep, face hot, suddenly so aware that her robe was semi-translucent, her lips well-fucked, her pussy glistening,

"Hello, Amy." Her husband smiled coldly. "I'm here for one reason, for one moment, to ask a question. This is not a reunion. "

The twins spoke up, all three talking as one, "Where is our brother?"- "Where is my son?"

Authors note: GKEA update pace on will be slowing down or halting. Ao3 is just much more creator-friendly. Hope you enjoyed, let me know if you did