Scene 5 – Deadly Dilemma

I'm as embarrassed as shit right now. With what I'm doing, I might as well actually be shitting.

"Okay, enough, Zorah! That looks hard enough! Ricardo, we're on in five, four, three, two…"

I quickly moved away, sticking to the shadows. Even if everybody knows this is my job, this feels so fucking-damn humiliating! I have to suck Ricardo's cock right there on the set! And I have to frickin' stay here until filming is done. But I can't tell which one's worse. Being stuck here or taking a break.

I'm free to go wherever I want when we take five or something so I make sure to hide from the girls just emitting jealously from themselves like it's a natural smell.

When I'm stuck on the set, I get a front row seat to Ricardo's acting. It looks scarier than ever. There is more happiness on his face. Genuine happiness. Ordinarily, that wouldn't seem like a bad thing but it was on Ricardo. What I mean is that the extra true joy mixed with his sadistic expression when humping the blonde looks a bit more intimidating than before. I know the reason behind that joy but this makes me feel uneasy.

Still, when we took a break, I move at the speed of light. Maybe even faster than that. I don't always go to the storage room because I don't want those girls to figure out a place that I frequent to. It does stress me out because, after having a cock in my maw in front of everyone there, I don't want to face anybody.

Bob would try to check to see if I was doing my job right but I would create illusions to distract him. I keep it up until Bob's forced to leave cause he's disrupting the filming and stuff.

Having everyone watching me is one thing but having Bob watch me is a completely different thing. I might crawl in a hole and not come back out. Even when I was to die of starvation or extreme thirst.

I was trying to find a hiding place from pretty much everyone. Then I ran into one of the big guys who does heavy lifting, making me fall down hard on the floor.

"Hello, Zorah. Do you need some help getting up?"

I looked up and turned to that voice. Ricardo. He had on a pleasant expression but his eyes looked self-absorbed. Ricardo was speaking with majorly fake sweetness.

"Hi," I greeted back, hoping a blush doesn't show through my black fur. I get up myself, refusing the stretched out claw. Ricardo put it back to his side.

"How about we have a fun, little chat?" he asked me.

"Not today. Sorry. I'm in a hurry."

"Please, I insist." Then he grabbed my wrist and dragged me along with him.

Girls from all around me were shooting angry glares so sharp that I would have been cut to pieces already if they were actual knives.

Also, the males were not that much better in my perspective. They weren't trying to harass me but they decided to be supportive in my relationship, wishing me good luck. Although, I swear they mean it another way when they wish me good luck.

As much as I like those guys for caring about me, I'd like it more if they can do something about my current acquaintance with Ricardo.

Getting back to that demanding lizard, Ricardo dragged me all the way to his private room that stars in a TV studio can get. How nice that he can obtain all of these luxuries.

I heard Ricardo behind me lock the door. I forgot he liked to lock doors. It's been a while since Ricardo's done something like that.

"What is it, Ricardo?" I ask, before he can say something incredibly irritating. "It's been three days since I've been your fluffer and I believe I have been doing my job well."

"Oh, yes. You have," Ricardo replies, visibly content on thinking about it.

I had shivers going down my back at that. "Well, if there's no complaints, then I'm gonna go. Like I said, I was a hurry."

"We're only taking five. Where could you go?"

"I just need a hiding place from those crazy, scary fangirls of yours."

"Here would be a fine place, wouldn't it?"

"This place has you in it. Besides, it's not a hiding place if they know I'm in here."

"Still a place you can go to get away. And am I really that bad?"

"Yes."

"You know, you ought to watch that maw of yours. I have great influence on whether or not you keep your job."

"I didn't even want this job. It's humiliating, mostly when I have to suck you right on the set."

"You look rather cute when you're blushing. You're as red as your mane."

I was not pleased or happy at all. It didn't help when Ricardo sat down on a big couch, flaming tail safely set aside, and pat down the sofa cushion next to him. If Ricardo thinks I'm gonna sit down where he pats, then his heat as a fire-type burns more of the thinking organ than I thought.

I take a seat on a red cushion chair on the other side of the room. Ricardo looked annoyed at that, but still kept his temper in check.

"You know, I'll be having a day off next weekend. How about spending it with me?"

"No thanks."

Ricardo seemed annoyed at that, too. Honestly, what is he expecting? Ricardo knows I'm not a fan of his, let alone his biggest fan.

Ricardo was going to talk again but then the director called.

"Ricardo! Break's over! There's still scenes to do!"

"Well, you better go. If I remember right, it'll be quite a number of scenes before I have to put my maw to work again."

"Yeah…" Ricardo looked upset and it took a bit of work for him to put on his typically fake expression. Soon, he left.

I sat where I was, puzzled. What more could Ricardo want from me? I'm already his fluffer. That should be good enough, right?

Wait. A blowjob. I'm sure Ricardo was talking about a complete blowjob. Probably thought me being his fluffer was just as good, if not better. Then Ricardo thought otherwise. Maybe that's the reason why he tried to ask me out for the weekend. It'll give Ricardo a chance to get that blowjob he's been wanting since the very beginning.

Too bad for him. I'm not doing it. Ricardo may want that but it's my job to get him ready for the sex scenes. Not give him orgasms. Ricardo might try getting his way again but he can't use a contract this time. I'm sure of it.

The rest of the day went like how it did for the past three days. I'm stuck at the set, Ricardo acts in front of cameras, and I suck when the sex scenes are the next ones they film. The rest of the week went down the same way.

It was the next week, the 4th day of it, that really changed.

I was going through a typical day of being a fluffer. To be honest, the most exciting things that's happened since I first became a fluffer was when Ricardo's fangirls trys to kill me or harass me. I even stick around the set for a few minutes after the entire working day is over to see if there was any girls who had a bone to pick with me.

Bob doesn't mind me taking my time, just as long as I don't skip my acting classes. When I don't, Bob happily agrees if I nod 'yes' whenever he asks if I'm gonna met up with Ricardo after work. Then he would tell me to keep on sucking. Once he says that, I make sure he enjoys a friend of mine. A not so friendly-looking monster of some sort.

Anyways, today is one of those days I stay behind for a little bit. The Purugly bothered me again but I managed to deal with her. The fight managed to stay verbal, although I was hoping it would turn physical just a little bit. Other than that, it was quiet.

I decided to leave and I was gonna do exactly that. Until someone called out to me from behind, that is.

"There you are, you slutty bitch! I've been looking for you!"

I turned around to see a shiny Mismagius. I never actually saw one before but I was able to recognize it. The fact that it was green and yellow instead of purple and lighter purple helped. Judging by the sound of the voice, I'm going to assume this is a girl.

I should have just kept on walking but I didn't. In fact, I walked up to differently-colored ghost-type. I was thinking that I would have some more excitement before I go home. Little did I know, my entire lifestyle was going to change because I chose to stick around. Even the parts of my life that already changed by now became different.

"Why would you be looking for me, you shittin' spirit?"

"You have been getting awfully close to Ricardo. I'm here to tell you to stay away from him!"

"In case you hadn't noticed, which you probably haven't because your head is straining more holding up that big hat of yours instead of thinking, I have a job that directly involves him. I can't just 'stay away' from him so easily."

"Oh, yes. I heard. You're Ricardo's fluffer. His personal fluffer. Seems like someone here is trying to seduce him."

"Seems like someone needs a good hit through the hat and on the head."

"You have a lot to deny, don't you? We're better off with you dead or, better yet, not being born."

"You honestly think you're better than me, someone who apparently has nothing better to do than pick on girls who has nothing to do with your problems?"

This Mismagius was pretty good at getting on others' nerves. I didn't lose my cool yet but I might soon.

"Nothing to do with my problems? Everyone's troubled by you just being there."

"There's nothing wrong with me. The only problem here is you."

"Those bitchy, annoying fangirls of Ricardo's wishes you would just go back to sucking other males off like the whore you are."

Figures they would think I'm a whore. I am, after all, 'stealing' their beloved ideal boyfriend.

"You don't look any less slutty. You'd let any male spread your hole, huh?"

"At least I'm more important than you are. You don't have any more purpose or meaning in life than stuffing that indecent mouth of yours."

This Mismagius was really good at getting on others' nerves.

"Don't you go preaching to me about the meaning of life. You're not a nun or whatever!"

"What-ever! Talk to the flaps." She was even waving her flap-like hands in front of my face.

"Better yet… Night Daze!" I thought it was better to Night Daze attack that flap rather than talk to it.

I think I heard a scream of pain, serious pain, but I couldn't hear it so well over me using Night Daze. That move settled down and I took a look at that Mismagius. Then I wished I hadn't.

The Mismagius was sprawled on the floor, her body bending in an almost unnatural way.

I was pleading under my breath, "Oh, please. Don't be dead. Don't be dead. Don't be dead…"

I rushed over to her, got down on my knees, and checked to see if she was alright. Holy shit, I can't find any signs of life! No breathing, no heartbeat. Not even a pulse, although I don't know where the hell a pokemon like Mismagius would even have a pulse.

Then I noticed something that I failed to notice earlier cause I was panicking. There was a puddle of blood spreading from underneath the Mismagius's head. I may have said I wanted a fight to get physical but death wasn't what I had in mind.

I didn't know what to do. I… I killed her. I swore quietly under my breath, holding my arms above my head.

Just when I thought things couldn't get any worse, it did.

"Oh, fuckin' shit, Zorah. What did you do?"

I hoped with every fiber of my being, and with more strength than any and every fighting-type in existence, that it wasn't who I thought it was.

I put down my arms and slowly looked in the direction of that voice.

Ricardo was there.