Hop Into My Inferno

by Cosmic Sky

Love had turned out to be something...wonderfully complicated for Courtney. Strike that, the complication only came from her nervousness, but day by day that had dissipated. There really wasn't much to think about. She loved Brendan and he loved her, they made it work and that was something worth celebrating. With a little help, she figured out what that celebration could be.

Hello, everyone. Been some time since my last Pokémon Lemon, but here's another one. I've been meaning to do a bunny-themed Lemon all year but I could never make the time to until now Well, here it is near the end of the Year of the Rabbit, and with Christmas coming up…well, how do you all feel about something a little warm and toasty? Yep, a MagamaJewelshipping fic inspired by the story's thumbnail that I came across. This little piece is set in the same continuity as my previous MagmaJewel stories, and another one of my Pokémon Lemons. As for which one that is, you'll have to read and see. I hope you enjoy it!

I do not own anything.

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Hop Into My Inferno

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Anxiety was something that came easily to Courtney. It was an unfortunate aspect of her condition that she'd grown to accept. It was stifling, annoying, frustrating, but she'd learned that it was not all-consuming. At least, it was possible for it to not be all-consuming. Courtney had needed help for that realization to be made and that total consumption to be held off. Tightening her hands, she tried to envision the people who made that possible. She could picture them giving her strength. One person in particularly popped into her mind.

He was the very same reason why she was sitting her, waiting in the first place. The ultimate reason. The very reason for her existence.

Growing up, Courtney had known little in the way of romantic love. Having lost her mother at a young age, she certainly hadn't been able to look to her parents for what a healthy relationship looked like. If anything, she saw what the loss of a romantic partner could do to a person. That left more of a mark on her than Courtney had ever admitted, perhaps one as large as the mark it'd left on her father. Their relationship had been…strained to say the least. The absence of her mother had made it hard for her to observe what a proper romantic relationship looked like. The wall between her and her father deprived her of parental love, which Courtney knew definitely impacted her.

When people learned her story, it wasn't uncommon for people to develop pity for her, even when learning of her prior involvement with Team Magma. Sometimes that vanished when they learned how far she was willing to go. One thing that was generally agreed upon was that she was a troubled woman.

That was on observation Courtney fully agreed with regarding herself.

Looking up from the table, she scoured the area. It was a beautiful day so of course people were out and about. Smiling, talking, laughing, enjoying their lives and the company of others.

There used to be a time when she looked at couples and felt exactly nothing. She simply couldn't understand it-being in a romantic relationship with someone. Sure, she could understand idolizing and respecting someone, but caring for them in a romantic manner had been…beyond her. And then, what used to be beyond her came into reach. She now looked at those same couples with understanding and even joy. At times though, there was also jealously.

This was one of those times she felt a little jealous at the couples scattered across the tables. She wished that her own boyfriend was here with her enjoying the spring day. That longing caused her logical brain to flare up. Brendan being here would have been nice, but it would have defeated the entire purpose of this meeting. That said, him being with her would have made this much easier. He was far more socially outgoing than her, and he likely always would be. Still, Courtney wanted to believe that she'd made strides. After all, despite her past, she'd made friends at her new job.

Friends.

A boyfriend.

She had friends and a boyfriend. Like a normal person.

She wasn't a normal person, and yet she had those things.

"Because, everyone deserves to have at least one friend, and…everyone deserves to know what love feels like. That includes you, Courtney."

Heat rushed to her cheeks as she recalled that pleasant evening. The two of them snuggled up on the couch, her reminiscing about her past and her present. Hearing Brendan say those words had caused her to snuggle up to him even more. She was embarrassed, yet so happy words couldn't describe it. Courtney knew remained there, holding him that tightly for what became the next several minutes. Brendan never let go of her, loving holding her as he showed how much she meant to him.

Needless to say, she'd showed up at Devon Corp the next day smiling so much it actually unnerved a few of her coworkers. Others pointed at her and grinned, one even pulling her aside and asking "how was it." She had to explain it to them at lunch that no sexual intercourse had occurred, they were still happy for her though. Happy and encouraging.

Thinking back to those blissful times brought her back to the feeling of envy she felt at her present. She wished that Brendan could have been here with her, but he was in Kalos finishing up a school project for his graduation. While she was happy for him, she still wished that he was in the region with her. Courtney didn't fancy coming home to an empty house, but she could endure it knowing he'd be returning home to her. And coming back just a day before the second anniversary of their first official date. That was seven days from today. Just five days.

She had little more than a week to put together a suitable anniversary gift for him.

Which is what led her back to this current predicament.

The waiting was growing more unbearable the more she thought about it. Courtney kept on looking around her for any sign of the person she'd contacted for help. Despite the strides she'd made, her circle of friends was still…small. Especially compared to Brendan's. He did his best to make them overlap though, a venture that had born some success. That success was what she was banking on this time.

But what if her efforts came up for naught?

Statistically speaking, it was well within the range of possibilities. After all, the person she'd called had a busy schedule herself. Then there was the possibility that she could have just decided at the last second to turn down her request for a meeting. Courtney wouldn't blame her for doing so, and she'd certainly do her best to keep it to herself. There was no need to make a scene or cause a stir in the-

"Hello? Courtney!"

Quick as lightning, she turned her head to her left, her eyes squinting as she zeroed-in on the owner of the voice. She knew it and the face it belonged to. Though her physical interactions with the woman could only be counted on two hands, Courtney knew her quite well. After all, she was quite famous. Not only famous but rather social at that, being something of a celebrity. It was near the complete opposite of Courtney; that made her waving at her and approaching her with bright smile somewhat hard to contemplate.

As she approached though, Courtney could perfectly understand why Cynthia held such a shining reputation.

Her golden hair swayed in the midday breeze, as radiant as ever. The same went for her eyes, gleaming silver whose shine could only be described as heavenly. They focused on her with surprising joy, like she was genuinely excited to have made it to the meeting. Courtney faintly recalled her last meetings with Cynthia, how she shined like the sun-illuminating everyone with her radiance regardless of their past That included her. Coupled with the smile on her face and Courtney didn't blame people for stopping and staring at her in awe, more so when she wore something most people would consider…eye-catching. Ordinarily, blue jeans and an orange-colored blouse shouldn't have been that, but on a woman like Cynthia, it worked. It made Courtney feel embarrassed about coming by in her work clothes even though she was on break.

Several sets of eyes watched her as she joined Courtney at her table. She didn't blame onlookers, she stared at her like she couldn't believe she was really sitting down in front of her.

"I didn't make you wait too long, did I? If I did, I'm sorry." The Sinnoh-native spoke in that angelic voice that could sooth even a raging Hydreigon.

With a shake of her head, Courtney composed herself, as much as she could anyway. "N-N-No. Not at all. I was…I was…it's not like I was going to call you and ask if you canceled out meeting." Her shoulders tensed as she debated how much more of her inner thoughts she should reveal. It was a short but intense battle that ended with honesty winning out. Logic screamed that she didn't have to do this as she opened her mouth. "I…would not have held it against you if you did."

"Courtney," she began, her smile taking on a gentle nature. This was the "big sister aura" she'd heard others talk about when it came to how she interacted with some people. Courtney had never given much thought to it, but as she felt the waves of kind reassurance seep into her, she came to understand it. "You called me because you said you needed my help. I could never turn down such a request, especially from a friend, and I suppose a sister."

"Sis…ter." She murmured. The Dex Holders, the miraculous young trainers gifted Pokédexes and sent out to fill them up. In the process, they'd all gotten swept in their respective region's major events, namely the wicked plans of criminal organizations and legendary Pokémon, whom some of them even "tamed". It sounded so ludicrous, yet it was very much real. She'd met several of the Dex Holders themselves through Brendan-that included Lucas Diamond, Cynthia's boyfriend. That was another thing that bound the group together, several of them, especially the boys, had chosen lovers who were…a couple of years older than them. When Courtney thought about it, she felt a much relieved lessening of the anxiety over her and Brendan's relationship. At least they weren't alone. Like her, Cynthia was several years older than Lucas, not to mention her senior as both were students so to speak under Professor Rowan.

On top of that similarity, Cynthia possessed an interest in archelogy. While Courtney considered herself more of a geologist, there was a shared interest in the secrets of the earth. That was one of the reasons she admired the Sinnohan blonde despite not being as much of a personal association with her.

"Sorry if I'm being a little too personal. We've never talked much, have we? This is our first time getting together without the boys." She apologized.

"N-No, it's fine. I…I've…never known what it felt like to have a sister." Her cheeks reddened as she looked into the regional Champion's eyes. It was easy to get lost in her welcoming smile. Instead of fighting it, Courtney accepted it. "Thank you for coming, Cynthia, and…thinking of me as such."

Her smile, already bright, grew even more radiant. Courtney knew her own couldn't compare to it, but she still found herself trying. Truthfully, she was just happy, well and truly happy in a way she hadn't been until receiving Brendan's text message earlier today.

"Alright, so what'd you call me for?" Cynthia questioned. "You said you needed help and I seemed like your best choice? Is it work-related?"

She shook her head. The blush she'd sported earlier was still there, and likely stronger than ever. Her hands nervously laced together as she looked away from the blonde. "N-No, it's…more personal. It's about…me and Brendan. You see, in a week's time it'll be the…second anniversary of our first date."

From the side, she looked back to Cynthia. She had an understanding, and even excited smile on her face. "Ahhh, I see. So, two years together. That's great to hear, Courtney! Even better than you came to me for advice on how to spice it up."

Courtney's hands fidgeted. "The truth is…you were not only my best option, but I…felt like you were my only option. You and I have some…similarities."

"Hmm, true. We both have a thing for studying the earth and all the secrets it holds." Courtney nodded, not at all surprised that Cynthia realized their scientific pursuits were their unifying trait. Apparently, she'd spoken fondly of her from time to time.

"The others, I feared would…reject me. Many of them have not had the best of relations with criminals. Even with my attempts at atonement, I'm still…"

"Courtney," The blonde gently offered.

"No, I…am aware of my past, and I know I must take responsibility for it."

"While that's true, you don't have to be bound by it."

Hearing that gentle encouragement made Courtney give her a smile of gratitude. She hadn't expected this talk to happen, but she couldn't deny that she was happy that it was unfolding. If it'd been one of the other girls, she knew that wouldn't have been the case. The reception she'd gotten would have been a lot chillier. And that went for more than just Lorelei, who still gave her the coldest response.

The two of them were as opposite the elements they represented. While Team Magma scuffed at comparisons to a "baser" group like Team Rocket, it was undeniable that both had been on the wrong side of the law. Courtney had heard some claim that while Team Magma may not have been a crime syndicate like the latter, their plans had been far more destructive with deadlier consequences. She was loathed to admit that those claims were grounded in some fact. At least she wanted to say that their goals had been done with the interest of humanity, but that came across as small comfort when their plans verged on destroying mankind as well. That would have been bad enough, but given Team Magma's…well known apathy toward the environment, particularly aquatic ones, Lorelei Orikasa had a very good reason to be hostile toward her. Or more accurately, downright absolutely hate her.

They'd only met twice, both times at Lucas' behest where the rest of the Dex Holders got together. Amongst the meetings and partying, they'd locked eyes. Courtney knew the woman didn't like her, and for very good reason. There was probably a lot she wanted to say to her, but given the circumstances refrained from doing so. The coldness in her gaze had been all the evidence that Courtney needed. Even if it receded after a moment, Courtney knew that there was an unspoken tension between them. It was the greatest, but it wasn't the only one.

Clair Blackthorn had been spoken directly toward her. Her words had been direct but brief, and thankfully not too harsh. More than anything, she'd been eager to see how good a Magma Administrator could battle. Courtney chose to take it as a compliment, which Clair indirectly confirmed.

"One thing I've noticed is Dex Holders don't fall for slackers. I mean, look at us, the best of each region. Brendan's no slouch himself, and I'm sure part of why he fell for you is because you gave him a good battle. Eh, from what I hear, you're also his equal in contests too."

Skyla from Unova had been the same way, albeit with a bit more enthusiasm. That likely had a lot to do with her younger age and more open personality. The same went for Korrina from Kalos. For the former, she counted herself lucky that she hadn't drawn any comparisons between Team Magma and Team Plasma.

Courtney tore her gaze away from the table to the sky. It was so bright and clear, baby blue in stark contrast to the fiery orange that came with Groudon's awakening. If it hadn't been for Brendan, the latter would have been permanent, and that would have spelled the end of all life on the planet.

"There have been many times when I've contemplated how lucky I am to have someone like Brendan for a lover. I…don't deserve him to be honest."

Cynthia looked up with her, part of her hair falling over her right eye. It was a common look for her; she heard that it gave her both a beautiful and mystifying allure. "You know…some would say that you're right. Brendan is a pretty great guy."

"Yes, he is." She felt herself smiling at the affirmation. "I've noticed all the attention he's gotten, particularly of the…female kind. It was…frustrating."

"Heheh, I know the feeling. Lucas gained quite a lot of attention coming up the ranks, but then when he got into cooking, he sort of just exploded. Watching some women hitting on him…it was annoying."

A thought crossed Courtney's mind, one that she debated voicing. She'd already voiced many of her inner thoughts, but this one pertained to the woman in front of her. A woman that had openly accepted her. Would she be treading over that kindness?

There's…only…one way to find out. "Cynthia," she called. "Were you…nervous about getting into a relationship with Lucas? I'm sure that there were some rumblings over the age discrepancy between you two."

"Hah, you're right, there was. Like I said, it was annoying watching other women threw themselves at Lucas. Of course, I'm not sure I had much room to talk, what with tip-toing around my feelings for him until we took a trip to Alola together." With her arms crossed, she leaned back into her chair with such a casual smile despite the clear discontent in her voice. "You'd think a woman like me would just come out and ask him out, but I'd gotten so used to teasing people it was a little hard for me to break the habit when I realized that Lucas was the one guy I actually wanted to be with. There can be such a thing as too much teasing."

"I wouldn't know much about that. I'm…not the teasing type." Courtney murmured with a hint of jealously. "Still, in the end he received your feelings, and you received his."

"All too true, and I can say we're happier for it." The truth of her words was written on her face. Her smile held a certain glow to it that hadn't been there before. Courtney had seen it before-on the faces of Mr. and Mrs. Birch. She was still grateful to the two for accepting her and allowing her relationship with Brendan to continue. "Maybe Lucas…could have gotten together with another girl. Maybe I could have gotten together with another man, but in this life, we have each other, and we're happy for that. Likewise, you and Brendan have each other, and you're happier for it, right?"

Courtney could practically see herself smiling. She felt the acceleration of her heart and heat in her cheeks as she answered, "Yes. Absolutely. Definitely. Without a doubt. Thanks to him, I'm not only happier, I'm…venturing onto new horizons. Horizons I never would have dreamed I would cross without him. Brendan specifically as he makes me feel things that I've never felt before. Things that I feel are tied to me being a…woman, a woman-"

"That is loved, which is one of the most wonderful feelings in the world." Cynthia answered with a beaming smile. It was one Courtney mirrored as she fully agreed with her. The blonde was far better at articulating it than her though. "New horizons…hmm, maybe that can be part of your anniversary gift to Brendan." She offered.

"W-What?" Courtney blinked.

"Something new, something you haven't done before, but can do now thanks to Brendan. Since you two have been together for two years, maybe you can show him how much you've changed thanks to him. Something new and bold for you that he'll enjoy." She continued to explain, still smiling all the while.

Her mind went into a tailspin of confusion. Cynthia's suggestion…didn't particularly sound unreasonable, but Courtney struggled to see how she could realize the idea. Something she couldn't do before but could do now thanks to Brendan? Truth be told there was a lot, but she tried to think of something that would be meaningful and enjoyable to him. A hand went to her chin as her mind quickly sped through the list of ideas. Two heartbeats later and half of them had been scratched out. As for the remainder, Courtney continued narrowing down the possibilities. Her eyes widened as she came upon one, though that wasn't the only reaction it yielded. Feeling her eyes enlarge even more, her cheeks began to turn red with amorous heat.

She at there, wide-eyed and increasingly red-faced in front of Cynthia. The former criminal administrator might as well have been dead to the world, or more accurately, a ticking time bomb waiting to go off.

Right before her, Cynthia decided a premature detonation was in order. "Ah, figured something you, have you?" She asked in a teasing voice.

"I-I…I…"

"Courtney…what kind…kinks does Brendan have? Anything in particular?"

That got Courtney to look up at her. "K-K-K-K-Kinks? W-W-What are you t-t-t-talking about, C-C-C-Cynthia?"

Her grin wasn't helping her situation, it was feeding the fire within her. "Kinks, things he enjoys when it comes to sex? Is he a dom or a sub? Actually, Courtney, which one are you?"

Courtney could practically feel her jaw hit the table. Was she…really being asked this question? And by the Champion of Sinnoh of all people?!

Actually, given how much she enjoys showing herself off, is it really so strange? Remarked the analytical side of her. Its composed tone was a stark contrast to the maelstrom engulfing her mind to such a degree that Courtney did a double-take.

Taking her expression for further confusion, Cynthia spoke again. "You see, a dom is short for a dom-"

"I-I know what a dom and a sub are!" She impulsively shouted, forgetting that they were in public. "B-B-Brendan's an excellent partner in sex! H-He's never too rough with me, t-t-though I do like it when he…" Somehow, her eyes had yet to pop completely out of their sockets as she spoke. Nor had her face combusted from the ever-growing levels of heat swirling within it. Courtney's hand had moved from her chin to her gaping mouth, as if that would somehow wind back all the words she'd spoken. No such luck though. Looking at Cynthia's face, she could tell that she was intrigued. Courtney knew all about being intrigued, and it was why she was wishing she could disappear into thin air. Or teleport. Or maybe even have Arceus itself summon her away to face judgement for her reckless endangerment of the planet. That would have been preferrable to being the recipient of Cynthia's intrigued smirk.

"You like it when he…what, Courtney? Come on, you can tell me. I promise my lips will be sealed, oh, and I'll still do whatever I can to help. Matter of fact, I think this may end up being part of the solution to your problem." The blonde offered. Somehow, Courtney had a feeling that this wasn't just about her anymore.

Looking around, she was relieved to find no one was looking at them. Getting that riled up in public wasn't something she normally did. In retrospect, she'd never had someone able to do that to her, barring Brendan of course. The thought of her boyfriend intensified her cheeks as thoughts of him filled her mind. Thoughts of him intermixed with the ideas she'd happened upon earlier-the idea that had began this stage of the conversation.

Like her words, it was too late for her to take it back.

Sighing, she folded her hands together and kept her head bowed low. "I like it…when he…takes control. IN regards to your earlier question, I suppose that…I am something of a sub and he is my dom; it is a dynamic that I enjoy. Perhaps given my personality, it is not a surprise that I…prefer someone else taking the lead."

"There's nothing wrong with that, ya' know. In fact, it's pretty common when you've got a guy that you explicatable trust. I'm like that with Lucas." She looked to the blonde in open surprise. Was she really willing to discuss her sex life with her? The tender smile she gave her told her that she really was. Courtney leaned forward, her curiosity getting the best of her. "There's something just so…tantalizing about letting go and giving dominion of yourself to someone else. I'll admit, the power dynamics and age gape certainly help, at least for me and Lucas. I remember meeting him as a bright-eyed kid and watching him grow into the young man he is now, a young man I'm all too happy to claim as mine. Likewise, I feel so esthetic when he refers to me as his girlfriend." Cynthia leaned back, a joyful yet somewhat sultry look on her face as she spoke. Courtney sat that, transfixed by the blonde's words. "He always goes above and beyond for me, showing how much he cares for me. I can't help but do the same since I feel the same way about him. Honestly, sometimes when I think about it, I get a little impatient at the wait before I can become known as Cynthia Diamond."

"Cynthia…Diamond?" The heat seemed to particularly concentrate in her cheeks as she mulled over the blonde's words. They were the last thing she expected to hear. "You mean…you…plan on…marrying Lucas one day?"

The way she nodded was so nonchalant, proof that she didn't even need to think about it. "I'd like to say it's not just my age. It's…just something I know deep in my heart. The only man I can see myself being with is Lucas, from here to my dying days."

"And you're…sure the feeling is mutual?" Despite her question, Courtney felt like she already knew the answer. It was a simple gut feeling that she couldn't put into words.

"I am." Cynthia simply and kindly affirmed. Courtney nodded, indicating that she took her word for it without any need for explanations. She smiled at the move, perhaps realizing that Courtney was becoming more attuned to her emotions as their conversation continued. "He's do well for himself as a chef, but it's probably for the best we wait until he's at least twenty years old."

"Maybe that would be for the best with me and Brendan." Only a second after she made the statement, Courtney's eyes widened in self-realization.

Cynthia chuckled at the unexpected remark. "It seems I'm not the only one who's been thinking that far ahead. I hear that you and Brendan have been living together."

"A-A-A lot of the Dex Holders have been living together with their lovers. Brendan and I are no different." Her defense didn't amount to much. If anything, Cynthia simply smashed right through it with Detect leaving her a flustered wreck. "Not too long ago, I…had dinner with Brendan's parents. It was my first time ever attending such an occasion. I was…so incredibly nervous. Scared about what they would think of me. In the end though…they accepted me." The memory brought a smile to her face that she shared with Cynthia. "Their relationship was the first time I'd ever seen what a marriage is supposed to look like, or at least a happy marriage. Admittedly, a part of me wondered…somewhere in the back of my mind what it would be like if me and Brendan were one day like that."

"It's something worth striving for, don't you think?" Cynthia joyfully asked. Actually, it was less of a question and more of a statement.

"Yes, it is. Meeting his parents, was one of the best experiences of my life. Another was learning cooking from his mother." Mrs. Birch hadn't been lying when she told her that she would be a harsh teacher. Cooking had never been Courtney's forte making it so that she truly had to start from zero. Seeing Brendan's pleased face and hearing his praise had made every stumble she made worth it. "Perhaps…I could cook for him again. At least a nice breakfast, followed maybe by a good dinner."

"Those are good options, though you could also do something to spice it up. Remember our talk about subs and doms?"

The heat returned to Courtney's cheeks as she nodded. Her mind was already compiling an image, the scenario that Cynthia was speaking of. "I remember, and…I must admit, the thought is…pretty exciting to think about."

"Oh, that's great!" The blonde giggled. "I'm assuming you also remember what I said about showing him the new horizons you've discovered thanks to him." She nodded, still sporting that red coloration of her cheeks. "What do you say you make Brendan taking control a little more…special than normal?"

"More…special than normal?" She repeated. Courtney quietly read the look on Cynthia's face, noting the charming deviousness that it held. "What…do you…have in mind?" The words came out surprisingly easy. She felt the excitement within her own heart, the eagerness to know what the Sinnohan woman had in mind. After hearing her so brazenly discuss her own relationship, she was curious to what she had in mind to spice up Courtney's.

Some ten minutes later and she wondered how she was still sitting upright. It certainly felt like she was in free fall, heading into the heart of an erupting volcano. While Courtney had been in such places before, this one was different. Entirely different.

Cynthia casually leaned back in her seat wearing a proud smirk. Courtney simply stared at her, her widen eyes steadily blinking while flames continued to dance within her cheeks. Her mouth felt impossibly dry, drier even than when the Continent Pokémon had woken up and stole the very concept of moisture from the planet.

And yet, despite that, her mouth found the ability to work. "T-That is…quite a…suggestion."

"Which you like, I can tell." Cynthia proudly responded.

Any other time, she'd have retorted how wrong the blonde was. Not this time. The reformed scientist found she simply didn't have it in her. Ultimately, the professional trainer in front of her was right. Her suggestion was scandalous, lewd, and undoubtedly erotic…and Courtney actually found herself liking it.

Which her newfound friend knew without her saying a word. Her face spoke for her. "I hear you like fox Pokémon, but how's about giving the other side of things a try? Personally, I think you'd look pretty sexy."

Courtney felt her blushing cheeks intensify. "You…really think so?"

"Absolutely. You've got a lovely body, one that I'm sure Brendan would just gobble up seeing you dressed up in something more Leporidae."

She was silently taken back by the scientifically accurate term. Just another reminder that the woman in front of her was more than just a pretty face and lewd ideas. More and more Courtney was starting to see what several found so appealing about the woman. She was turning out to be quite the source of emotional support. And romantic inspiration.

"Would you be…willing to help me put things together?" She asked sounding several years younger than she really was.

Of course, then there came Cynthia, the reliable big sister that she never had at that age, or ever. "Of course, Courtney. I'd be more than happy to."

Quickly, Courtney smiled, in both relief and fiery anticipation. She'd already been looking forward to their anniversary, but now she had even more reason to look forward to it.

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Brendan knew that sometimes people could have terrible luck at the worst possible time. It could happen out of the blue or be a part of a bad luck streak. He'd been on the receiving ends of both. There'd been some days where he his luck simply didn't improve, even going the opposite direction. Then there were those times when his luck took a nosedive at simply a bad time. Brendan felt like he hated those times more so than the former.

This was one of those times.

When he showed up at the research center, he was visibly annoyed. Practically everyone took notice of it and wisely gave him his space. Everyone except the woman that had called him there in the middle of the night.

He respected Cynthia on multiple levels. As a fellow Pokémon trainer, he had a deep respect for her, and he held the same level of respect for her as a fellow researcher. Geology and archeology had several overlaps, not to mention Brendan himself had a love for understanding the ancient past. As someone deeply into fashion, he also held her in high regard; there was a reason why she was consistently seen as one of, if not the most beautiful woman in the world. Finally, there was simply a respect by association-she was the girlfriend of Lucas Diamond, a fellow Dex Holder and good friend of his.

She met his naked scowl with one of her trademark cheery smiles, like this was just an ordinary get-together. From her point of view, it might have been, him, not so much.

"I was in the middle of something, you know." Was the first thing he said as he walked straight up to her. Brendan was grateful for the growth spurts he'd had over the years; they'd been enough to push him to little over five-feet-ten. It was just enough he could stand eye-to-eye with Cynthia, even with her heels on.

She completely blew off his soured his expression with a whimsical chuckle. She was more amused than anything, which just added to his annoyance. "I promise, this won't take too long. We just need to run a quick little analysis on these rock samples and that'll be it. You'll be back home in no time."

"And this couldn't wait until tomorrow morning? You know, when I'm ready to work and not at home with my girlfriend?" He swiped.

His words completely bounced off the Sinnohan woman. "This was a special occasion."

"Was it?" Brendan retorted with a simple raised eyebrow.

"Yes, absolutely." Immediately came her answer.

Brendan felt like he could argue with her, but that'd just be wasting precious time. Sighing, he accepted the sooner he got this done, the faster he could return home to Courtney. At least he was able to take solace in how well Courtney took him being dragged away during the night of their third anniversary. She'd merely asked him to hurry back, and be careful going to the Rustboro University Research Center. He'd gave her a short kiss on the lips with the promise he'd give her another, longer one once he returned home. Getting to work now made that return come closer.

The university had several research centers devoted to several different fields. Given his chosen course of geology, he had access to that specific research center. Hell, there'd been some nights he'd practically slept at the research center. When his father heard about it, he couldn't help but laugh and remark that Brendan was turning into a chip off the old block.

This wasn't one of those nights he wanted to pull an all-nighter though. Not even for an impressive geological sample taken from old Sinnoh. Brendan had to admit, he loved Hoenn, but Sinnoh had several mysteries to it that had a way of hooking him and pulling him in. It wasn't for nothing that Sinnoh was known as the Region of Mystery.

Despite his reluctance to be there, Brendan turned his analytical eye to the rock sample that Cynthia had brought forth. She wasn't alone in wanting to learn more about it as several others crowded around them. Namely around Brendan. He'd distinguished himself as a rising star in the field of geology and Pokémon research; several weren't surprised given his last name was Birch. Brendan preferred to press on despite the weight of his name.

"I…sometimes think that's something we have in common. While you do not have the taint of crime on you, you still possess a strong drive to make your name known. Your personal name and not just your father's. I…admire that, and perhaps I see some semblance with my own drive to…redeem myself. Brendan, I'm sorry if-"

"No, Courtney. You don't have to apologize. I think you're absolutely right. In fact, that similarity makes me feel like we're closer to each other, and that's something I like."

He'd have gotten completely lost in the memory if he hadn't felt someone's gaze on him.

Looking up to his right, he found Cynthia smiling at him. It was an apologetic smile that heralded her words, "Sorry about tearing you away from Courtney."

He sighed in half-hearted acceptance of her apology. "She took it well." Self-consciousness led him to look back at her with concern in his eyes.

It was Cynthia turn to wave it off. "I owe her, and I owe you two. Suppose I'll have to sneak some more coupons off Lucas next time either of you come to visit Sinnoh. Or maybe I can think of something else to pay you two back. Any suggestions?"

"Heh, I'll let you know if I can think of anything, or if anything comes to Courtney's mind." There came a short pause as he jotted down notes on the rock sample. To his surprise, it seemed to have trances amounts of energy resembling a Fire Stone. If Brendan had to guess, this stone might have been a Fire Stone, perhaps during the Hisui Era. "She talks about you from time to time, she admires your work in archeology."

"I've read a little on her work with Devon Corp. Smart minds are attracted to each other. You two remind me a little bit of Hilbert and Skyla."

Brendan smiled a little at the comparison. Like him, his Unova counterpart had an interest in science, albeit in his case it was in mechanical engineering. He always had a feeling that might have had a part in him falling for Skyla, an airplane pilot on top of being a gym leader. She was a younger and more energetic version of Winona. The Hoenn gym leader spoke highly of her younger counterpart. "You know…we still haven't had a battle with them, a tag team battle."

"Really? That's a shame because that's one battle I'd love to see. The sky couple against the earth couple."

He genuinely shared her enthusiasm. Tag battles were fun, especially when your partner was someone you trusted and enjoyed being with. Naturally, Courtney stood at the top of the list for him, more so than even his fellow Dex Holders.

"That said, one thing must be there for the battle to live up to its hype. Brendan, tell me, does Courtney enjoy battling for fun?" Cynthia's voice snapped him out of his pleasant train of thought. Quickly thinking it over, he noted how legitimate her question was. Courtney didn't exactly give off the vibe of an excited battler like most other people. Most found it shocking that she had an interest in contests. "I've seen her in contests," Cynthia coincidentally spoke. "There's a passion there, but I do wonder if she'd bring it to a straight up Pokémon battle."

"She'd be able to bring it." He immediately answered with a whiff of pride. "Trust me, Courtney can battle with the best of-"

"Us." Cynthia humorously finished. Brendan chuckled at the minimal stroking of her, and his, ego.

"When she's motivated, there's a fire in her that can push her far. Trust me, I know first hand how intense it can be. It can lead her to putting up a hell of a fight." For a time, Maxie had been the strongest of Team Magma; however, when Courtney enacted her plan involving the Delta Meteor, Brendan realized she'd surpassed her old boss in power and skill. Amidst the horror of the impeding cataclysm, he marveled at the growth. He'd always been somewhat enamored with her, but those battles furthered his feelings along, even as he felt complete horror at what Courtney was trying to do. Like she said, none of it made any sense, illogicality at its finest. He remembered telling her the illogical were some of the best things in life.

"Her Ninetails, can its strength match its beauty?"

"Without a doubt." Like before, his answer came with complete calmness and absolute confidence. "She can burn hot enough to give your Lucario and Milotic a challenge. So can the rest of her Pokémon." Brendan continued to boast.

"I'll remember that, Brendan." Cynthia chirped.

"Give Courtney my best when you get home."

He'd practically been half-way out the door when Cynthia said that. Still, he heard her and promised he'd do it while rushing out the door toward his bike. He'd used it to down to the university research center and he'd use it to get back.

When he'd showed up there was a thin sheen of sweat on him curtesy of the hustle he'd rode with to get from his home to his the university. Brendan just didn't have the patience to wait on buses or cabs. Alternatively, he could have just used his Pokémon too. In the end, Brendan supposed that it was just ingrained habit. From the time he'd started his Pokémon journey up until now, he'd continued to ride his bike, at times replacing it when he needed to. His current one had served him well, and it was undoubtedly serving him well now as he hustled back home, just as he'd hustled away.

Lifting his left hand up, he opened up a call to his girlfriend. "Courtney, I'm on my way back now!"

To his surprise, instead of her face, all he got was the dark red M logo of Team Magma. "I'm happy to hear that, Brendan. I'll be waiting for you." He wished he could see her face as he could hear the sheer enthusiasm in her voice. It further motivated to put the "Mach" part of his Mach Boke to the test. Again.

Most of the city disappeared in a blur in what seemed to be no time. He passed from the big skyscrapers into the residual area filled with houses and apartments. Upon doing so, he slowed down, partially so he could begin wiping the sweat from his brow. He'd wash up completely before rejoining Courtney for dinner. They'd only just started eating when he got the call.

The good news is it's over. I'm back here, and the rest of the night is ours. He parked his bike up front in the bike rack and tucked his helmet beneath his arm. Brendan had no intention of taking up either until tomorrow morning.

"Hey, Courtney, I'm back!" He called as he turned the key and pushed open the front door. The first thing that stood out to him was how dark it was in the front hallway. When he turned to flip on the lights he was surprised to find they remained shut off. "Huh? What the? Courtney?"

"I'm in the living room!" Came her voice.

"Are you alright?"

"Yes! I am, just…please…come…come to me." There was something in her voice, a yearning that he recognized all too well. Its presence sent a slight holt through him as he took his first step forward. "Come to me…Brendan." Another call sounded.

He was doing exactly that, his heart beating a tick faster with every step. His gut was telling him something was coming, a feeling hat was intensified as he noticed the candle lights around him. Brendan recognized a romantic setup, he'd done a few of them for him and Courtney. It seemed that Courtney had decided to do the same for their second anniversary.

"Welcome home…my Brendan."

She had. She'd gone further than he ever thought she could, at least at this point.

"C-C-C-C-C-C-Cou-Co-Court…ney…y-y-you…y-you're…y-you…you…" Never had he stuttered so much, though he'd never been greeted with a site such as the one before his eyes. His helmet fell to the ground, its impact echoing across the room, maybe even the whole house.

Courtney giggled as he gawked at her. Coupled with the hood she wore it gave him a strong sense of déj vu. It was the exact shade of red as her Team Magma outfit, even complete with the honeyed yellow horns. The only difference was the inclusion of the long bunny ears that proudly stood at the top. Seeing it was shocking enough, but Brendan's eyes had moved further down and he saw those weren't the only modifications made to the standard Team Magma outfit that Courtney once wore. That she currently wore.

In simplest terms, it was a leotard, a sleeveless leotard colored red and black, the colors of Team Magma. Gold cuffed gloves covered both her hands, which she laced together for his viewing pleasure. It was hard to tear his eyes away from them, or her face, but Brendan did. Further deviating from her original uniform were the dark red leggings she wore. Leggings that reminded him why he sometimes found himself drawn to his girlfriend's lower limbs. They ended in a pair of high-heels modeled after the boots she wore as a former Magma Administrator. He'd heard their faint clacking as she'd approached him, closing the short distance between them.

In what seemed to be the blink of an eye, Courtney's face was right in front of him, her blushing face and charming smile close enough for him to touch. The next thing he knew, she was touching him-kissing him.

"Mmm…mmmm~" He'd hustled back home specifically for this, but Brendan never could have imagined a welcome home kiss could feel this good. His arms rose, wrapping around her beautifully slender waist. Meanwhile, Courtney lovingly wrapped her arms around his neck, deepening the kiss. An erotic shiver raced through him as he felt one of her hands moving through his black hair. Brendan pushed his tongue out, priding the familiar territory of her mouth. She welcomed him inside, just as she always did.

Brendan felt like he was melting away into pure bliss. He'd felt that way several times in the embrace of the lilac-haired woman before, and each time it always felt so amazing that it seemed to be the first time. That held true this time. Amidst his lustful frolicking around her mouth, Courtney's tongue occasionally batted against his. The oral collision generated sparks of pure ecstasy that he couldn't enough of, and neither could Courtney. Those off-beat collisions quickly morphed into intentional grinding of their two tongues. The sparks lit his legs ablaze, weakening them by the second, and yet Brendan never fell. Perhaps Courntney was holding him up as he held onto her like she was his lifeline. She did the same, just as she'd done numerous times before during their intimate moments.

The sensual heat from those sparks remained after their lips parted. They were practically red-hot. Air rushed in and out of their parted form while the couple stared into one another's eyes. Neither of them knew just how long they'd been kissing, only that they'd gone on for as long as they could. With this brief interlude, they subconsciously refilled their lungs with air. Once that was finished, their lips found each other again.

Courtney gripped the back of his head as Brendan slid his hand lower toward her buttocks to grope it. He moaned in surprise feeling a fluffy object on his way down. Quickly feeling his way around it, he broke the kiss to let out a humorful chuckle. "Really went all the way with this bunny thing, didn't you, Courtney?"

She always looked cute when she blushed, but with the addition of her new hoodie, words couldn't describe her. "What's a bunny without a cute fluffy tail?" Following another chuckle, he seized her lips in another kiss. Brendan descended on her with the vigor of a predator eagerly devouring its prey. Courtney welcomed him, her tongue meeting his in several swift, tender sweeps. All too quickly it became clear he was the one chasing her. Smiling against her lips, Brendan continued to give chase while aggressively groping her rear end, running his hand over the fluffball of a tail she possessed. Despite her sultry moans Courtney's tongue remained elusive.

To Brendan's amusement and slight frustration she withdrew from the kiss. They were breathless, yet he felt an immediate impulse to pull her back in so they could continue the make out. He wanted it, yet a part of him managed to exercise a little restraint. It was up in the air how long it would last though.

"You never finished eating, Brendan." Courtney whispered.

He did a double take. "I-I-I…y-you…"

"I didn't have a lot of time to cook, so…I hope you don't mind a little reheated food. I can feed you, if you want." All the while, the blush never left her face, not that she'd look pretty without it.

His heartbeat was something fierce as he digested her words. "F-F-Feed me?" At her nod, he found his mouth malfunctioning. Meanwhile, his legs grew incredibly stiff as he became consciously aware of a growing mass between them. Overwhelmed by that feeling, Brendan simply nodded, his own cheeks ablaze.

With a feminine giggle that surpassed the likes of any she'd had prior, she untangled herself from him, but not completely. Taking hold of his hand, she guided him back to the dining room, which was also alit by solely by candles. It was a romantic sight that had Courtney had created in the short time he'd been away. He immediately guessed their Pokémon had been sent away or told to give them some space for the night. The whole night.

He was a jittery mess as Courtney sat him down in his seat. His attention was more on her than the katsu curry in front of him, one of his favorite dishes. She'd learned how to cook it from his mom, a lesson that was paying off beyond what any of them could have imagined. Granted at the rate he was going it would turn cold and need to be reheated again.

It could be thrown into the oven at maximum output and it still wouldn't have equaled the heat that consumed Brendan when Courtney sat down in his lap. He nearly jumped out of his seat, even yelping in naked shock.

With that affectionate giggle he loved so much, she wrapped an arm around his neck. "Is this okay, Brendan?"

"Y-Y-Yes! D-D-Definitely! A-A-Absolutely!"

Following another giggle, she picked up the first juicy piece of katsu and offered it to him. It could have been as hot as lava, and it still wouldn't have matched the fire in his cheeks. Still, overall, it tasted utterly delicious. He made sure to show that on his face. Courtney's smile brightened even more as she picked up the next piece and inserted it into his mouth.

"You…set this all up pretty fast. Maybe a little too fast." The thinking side of his brain was just barely hanging on, but it was there. It worked out that a meal like that all this setup couldn't have been prepared in the near hour he'd been gone. Not a romantic dinner this good.

Then again, maybe it could have been.

"Hmmm, you know what I can do when I'm motivated, Brendan." She replied in a sing-song voice. "As you know, when it comes to your happiness, I'm sufficiently motivated." With a spoon she scooped up some curry and offered it to him. His attention was more on her than the smoking hot meal she'd prepared for him. His continued gawking didn't go unnoticed. A giggle, then she pecked him on the lips. Chuckling, he got the hint and opened his mouth; he savored the steaming hot curry that he'd meal.

At the end of it, he gently took hold of the spoon and scooped up some of the curry for Courtney. "It wouldn't be right for me to be the only one to enjoy such delicious food." He spoke. Smiling, she mirrored him, getting a taste of her own cooking. "Thank you, Courtney."

"You're welcome, Brendan." Her right hand traced the side of his face, her touch being akin to one of the many candles around them. Soft, warm, and arousing. Slowly, she leaned forward, kissing him. The heat of their curry lingered in both their mouths; it made the kiss all the hotter. They kept it going for as long as they could, what seemed to be hours. Smiling, Courtney looked back at the planet. "Which would you prefer? Another cutlet, or some more curry?"

"I think I'll have both." Brendan earnestly answered.

"Hehe, not a bad choice."

The last time Brendan remembered having a dinner this serene was when they were outdoors. While he ate, he noticed the faint aroma of the candles-they were scented candles. Intermixed with the smell of the katsu curry, he felt like he could close his eyes and drift off to paradise using only his sense of smell. He could also do that with Courtney's continued presence on his lap. From the moment she sat down, he knew she wasn't going to be getting up until he did. Well, when that happened, he had a strong feeling that it was going to be to carry her up to the bedroom. There was only a handful of things that could come after such a fine meal like this. Despite the excitement for those potential things, Brendan didn't hurry through his meal. Every bite was savored, every glance he exchanged with the beautiful woman in his arms, an eternity of joy.

He knew that Courtney was aware of his erection, his growing erection. It'd been there from the moment he'd laid eyes on her in her bunny outfit. The entire thing was designed to do nothing but arouse him, and that's exactly what it'd done. Her sitting on his lap and feeding him had only bolstered the feeling. As enjoyable as the dinner was, he felt his manhood straining in his pants like a wild Salamence in confinement. It wanted its freedom, and Brendan knew it was going to have it.

So did Courtney, he could see it in her eyes.

Gradually, as their relationship grew, he noticed how she grew, both as a person and as a lover. Normally, he was the one teasing her, but from time to time she surprised him in doing the same. Maybe it was just her learning. Maybe she'd always had it in her. Maybe the fox Pokémon she had a fondness for were rubbing off on her. All valid explanations, though Brendan didn't particularly care if it was one of them, none, or a combination of all of them. Not now.

Several times throughout the meal she seductively grinded her hip against his waist. She had good timing, never doing it when he was in the middle of eating or swallowing. Sometimes though, it was still hard to do that while his gaze was on her, sitting on his lap with that erotic smile. He wasn't entirely surprised-such a move was right up his girlfriend's alley.

His hold on her waist periodically tightened, sometimes followed by a deep groan. Courtney added to a handful of them by grinding into his hips. How he stayed upright in the chair was a small miracle, but he somehow managed it throughout dinner. Ironically, despite the constant flirting with danger he didn't want it to end, not even with the promise of something more amazing waiting for him.

Once the last of the katsu curry was finished, Courtney turned around in her seat so she was fully facing him. The intensity of their panting wasn't just because of the heat of the meal.

"Courtney," he whispered. In the next second their heated panting was silence by an intense kiss. She grinded hard against his waist and he tightened his hold on her waist. Her breasts squished against his chest mirroring the way her lips did his. His erection raged harder than it had before all night, screaming for release, screaming for entry into his bunny's womanly silt. I want you so much, Courtney.

I know, and I want you just as much.

He rose to his feet, his tight hold carrying Courtney up with him, though she had a tight hold on him with her limbs. For all the feelings he'd had, Brendan stood up straight and proud, exchanging steaming hot lip with the woman in his arms. Her right hand rose and combed through the back of his head just as she'd done before. Courtney sensually scratched the back of his head when she finally pulled away, saliva briefly connecting their lips.

"The bedroom, Brendan. I've…set it up." She panted.

"Heh, that's my girl." He whispered while already taking the first step toward the stairs. The table would be cleaned up either tonight or more likely tomorrow. Following another kiss, the odds of it being the latter shot upward.

True to her word, the second floor was dotted with candles, specifically the bedroom. Candles provided ember-like light throughout the room giving it the perfect atmosphere for what was about to happen. Bendan was quietly amazed at the number of candles that Courtney had set up around the house. She'd done an amazing job of hiding them for however long she had them, and setting them up along with preparing dinner.

Courtney's heels touched the ground while she tenderly held his hand, guiding him to the bed. In a single twirl she tossed him onto the side and stood over him with a sultry smile.

"This is…Courtney, this is all just…incredible." He breathed out. "Y-You…"

"I wanted to show you how much you meant to me, Brendan. Today marks two years since we had our first date, and those two years have been the happiest of my life. I owe it all to you, my Brendan, my precious Brendan." Even with her gloves, her hands still felt so warm and electrifying. They cradled his face as she leaned forward, connecting their lips. Brendan slowly wrapped his arms around her waist, tenderly moving his hand from her backside down to her bottom. He playfully groped the fluffy tail with one hand while the other leisurely stroked her backside.

She gradually pushed him onto his backside. Brendan knew what was coming and trembled with excitement, even when Courtney pulled away. That furthered his anticipation as he gazed her while she loomed above him. She leered at him with familiar lust, her eyes shining from beneath the shadow of her hoodie. He reached up to stroke her cheek, feeling her soft flesh. She placed a hand atop of his before slowly descending toward his lips. His left hand slid up to the back of her head; as she she'd done him, he tenderly massaged the back of her head through her hoodie.

Both his hands rose to caress her cheeks, but only for a short while as Courtney pulled away. He whined in protest at the loss of her loss. She flashed him an apologetic smile before moving away, her gaze moving from his face to his waist. Curious, Brendan looked down. To his surprise, he saw his belt had been completely undone. All that was needed was a little tug and his pants would slide off. After making that realization he looked back up. Courtney met his gaze with a sly smile; she'd been waiting for him, however short a time that was. A smile on his face he gave her the go ahead. Again, that feminine giggle sounded as she gripped the edge of his pants and pulled them down.

In just a few short breaths he was naked from the waist down. His pants, his boxers, his shoes, his socks, all of it discarded on the floor. Finally free, his cock shot straight up, aimed at the ceiling. It throbbed in bliss as Courtney's hands descended upon it. Even with her gloves he felt the warmth of her erotic touch. Brendan squeezed his eyes shut and let out a breathy moan, a familiar feeling circulating throughout his body. He had to admit, he missed it.

The feeling intensified in tandem with Courtney's masterful strokes. All her prior experience was brought forth and used to service his cock. Brendan's breathing rapidly increased in tandem with her strokes. He could already feel the familiar feeling of an orgasm accumulating within him. They'd practically just started but he could feel it on its way. That could be seen as a testament to Courtney's carnal skills.

"A-Aaahhh~ Yes…yes~"

"It's been three weeks since we made love." She remarked with a hint of affectionate longing. Upon meeting her gaze, he could only nod in dumbfounded agreement. With her focus on data, she tended to keep track of the intervals between sex. It was something Brendan always found somewhat cute. "Have you been waiting for us to copulate since then?"

And he found it cute when she used more scientific terms; she'd cut back on some of it, but it occasionally cropped up. At a time like this, it added to the mood.

Brendan bit his lip and simply nodded. He felt like if he tried to speak it'd only end in failure. While Courtney spoke, she continued to stroke his cock. She'd undoubtedly became a master at servicing him with her hands. There was a joke to be made there, somewhere; whatever it was though, he couldn't be bothered to think about it. All he could think about was the tremors of ecstasy continuously shaking his body, the epicenter being his cock. At the rate Courtney was going, it was going to suffer an eruption of epic proportions. Brendan couldn't deny that a part of him was genuinely waiting for that to happen despite his resistance toward it.

That resistance suffered a major blow as Courtney brought her lips to his cock and delicately licked it. His head was thrown back, his knuckles gripped the sheets beneath him. Her lick was no more than a gentle breeze, yet it hit him with all the strength of a Gust attack. Brendan felt the air briefly leave his lungs before it rushed back into them, only to be expelled moments later.

"C-Cour…tney…Court…ney, urghhh~ Ahhh…Haaaaah~!" As seconds turned to minutes her licks inevitably grew faster and more intense. Brendan didn't need to look down to see his cock was by now slathered in her saliva. Sweat was rapidly accumulating across his body as those erotic tremors continued, growing stronger as well. They caused his hips to involuntarily shake several times. Courtney dragged her tongue across his dick even while it shook-it helped that she kept a steady yet arousing hold on his it using her hands. They hadn't lost their fiery splendor as she continued to stroke him, right down to his balls. "Haaaaaahhhh~ Courtney~! Court~ney~!"

Her mouth ran over his tip several times, but eventually she took the plunge and fully engulfed it. Brendan's knuckles turned white as his member was once again submerged in the oven that was her mouth. Her tongue lovingly flickered across his tip several times as her lips suckled the rest of his member. His body going haywire, he thrusted his hips forward, a move that might have once caught Courtney off-guard. Instead, she matched his sudden thrust with a suckling that had him crying out in tearful ecstasy.

"I have only just begun, Brendan." He hardly noticed that she'd pulled away from his cock to speak. Her words were more of a distant echo in the depths of a cave. Brendan stumbled toward her voice, but it was already too late. The sensual darkness swallowed him up again, giving way to roaring flames that ate him from the waist on up. "Mmmmm~! Mmmmm~!"

"Haaaaaaahhh~! C-C-Courtneeeey~!" His head fell backward again, tears of joy mounting in his eyes. The instinctive thrusting he fell into intensified-it was unstoppable now. More so when he found the willpower to look down. While he couldn't see his girlfriend's short and enticing lilac-colored hair, her bunny-eared hoodie was still arousing, perhaps more so. It was a perfect replica of the hoodie she wore as part of her Team Magma outfit, which he knew she held onto. To have that hoodie between his legs, lewd suckling sounds rising and filling his ears alongside his own nearing orgasmic grunts and groans, it was nothing short of incredible. More incredible than before.

Deep in the depths of Brendan's soul, he knew it was the final fulfilment of some lewd fantasy he might have had in his younger years. To engage in such a lewd act with the dangerous yet beautiful eco-terrorist that he encountered so many times. To make love to her while she was wearing such a sexualized version of her criminal outfit, it was something straight out of a dream or lewd piece of fiction written from his subconscious. Had Courtney known about it? Had he confessed such a desire to her at one point?

As she sucked his member, he began to wonder if she wanted to do this herself. Their relationship had yielded new and erotic desires from within them, some created entirely out of the blue (or red).

All that speculation gradually burnt away as he felt his orgasm fast approaching. The tremors intensified and the eruption was coming into view. Brendan knew there was only so much more resistance he could keep on putting up. A part of him bounced about in joy at the inevitable end. That part of him furthered his thrusts, hitting the back of Courtney's mouth, albeit she did a great deal of work herself.

Her entire mouth smothered his penis in her heated mouth. Its fire called to the rising molten lava within Brendan, forcing it to the surface with every stroke of her tongue.

"Court…ney…Court…aaaah! Aaaaahh~! HAAAAH!" The scream forced its way out of his throat simultaneous to his cock finally blowing its top. White molten lava exploded from his tip and straight into his girlfriend's mouth. His ears filled up with the familiar hum of her eagerly swallowing it-practically every last drop. With that in mind, he thrusted his hips forward, giving her more of his semen. His essence was blasted straight into her mouth, and she happily took it all. Once more, her experience shined through, right alongside her joy at the white lava pouring down her throat.

There was something sweat about the sound of her swallowing the shots. She was thirsty, so thirsty for his semen. He gave her everything she wanted.

Brendan kept his eyes on the hoodie-covered head between his legs. The bunny ears and devi-like horns were such a contrast to each other, yet they were alike in their alluring nature. He ran his hand over the former, then gradually slid to the side so he could feel them. His touch lingered when Courtney pulled away, cum dripping from her lips. Amazingly, she'd took in almost all his load.

Her smile, her damn smile, he was already panting and sweating, but it set him ablaze again. Seeing that, she giggled, then tenderly dragged her tongue across his tip. Brendan groaned feeling the familiar twitch of his cock. If she did it again, he knew he was going to cum. He had a hunch that Courtney wouldn't take his cum into her mouth though, she'd let his resulting shot splatter across her face. It'd be a sight that Brendan would love to see.

She stood up, wiping the cum line from her lips with her finger. That finger was inserted into her mouth. The leisure suckling was an arousing sight, one that got his spent cock hard. She released her finger with a pop that sounded louder in his ears than it should have been.

"I want so more, Brendan, and I think you do too." She sensually remarked.

"I-I-I do." He stammered. "I-I-I mean I'd…I'd like some more."

Courtney moved her hand from her mouth to her chest. She groped her mounds in front of him, further arousing his cock. He gripped the sheets again, feeling it regaining its original hardness. "But, I think you maybe want to know what it feels like to have your cock in-between my breasts. It's been some time since I gave you a titfuck. I remember you enjoyed the last one."

He had. By Arceus, he had. Courtney had a wonderful set of breasts, just the right size for him to grope with his hands and for his cock to be sandwiched between. The first time she'd given him a titfuck had been incredible, and so too had been the second. At the thought of a third he could practically feel himself drooling and nodding in eagerness.

Still smiling, Courtney moved her right hand down further, to between her legs. A zipper sounded. Brendan's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets seeing her fingers disappear into the red fabric.

"C-C-Courtney," he gasped.

"Do you want to know how wet I am, Brendan? Do you want to taste me?"

"Y-Y-Y-yes, I-I do!" The grab for his self-control was frantic. Even so, by the time he got it back, it was already done-he'd said what he'd been thinking. Luckily, Courtney took it pretty, merely giggling in affectionate amusement. While fingering and groping herself. Brendan couldn't tell where to look, so he settled on alternating between the two, all while his cock continued to twitch and harden between his legs. "I-I…Courtney, I-"

"You can have them both, Brendan." Her soft declaration caught him totally off-guard. Blinking in surprise, he watched her curl her fingers between her legs and pull to the side. A decent-sized silt opened-up revealing her dripping pussy. "Lie down on the bed."

Shutting his mouth, he did as he was told, lying totally flat atop their bed. His eyes never left Courtney's as she crawled on top of him, a lustful look in her eyes. It roared to new heights as she kissed him. Brendan ignored the twitching of his rock-hard cock between his legs to focus on the kiss. Courtney even put her original plan on hold to do the same. It was miniscule, but their respective genitals occasional pumped into each other. It ignited an intense, scorching-hot desire within them to simply connect in the most intimate way imaginable. Still, they refrained themselves, limiting their interactions to their kisses and bodily grinding. They were still intoxicating.

When Courtney pulled away, she took his shirt with him. Brendan lay there against the pillows, utterly naked to her still-clothed form. Despite the clothes, she was just as sexy to him as he was to her. They leered at one another with naked lust before she turned around. Brendan's eyes temporarily widened as he realized what she was planning. His heart smashed into his chest with the force of a Cranidos. Another smash was sounded as he caught sight of her fluffy white tail atop her ass.

"C-C-Courtney, this-haaaaahhh~!" His words were lost, turned into a jumbled-up mess as white-hot euphoria shot through him. Again, it came from the waist on up. He heard the lewd flicking of her tongue against his erection, a sign that she'd already started sucking his cock again. Realizing it was only fair he got started on his end, Brendan reached for the bottom of her leotard, intent on following her lead and unzipping the bottom portion of her outfit. "A-AAAAAHH~!" A plan that was derailed as he felt two smoldering hot masses of flesh squeezing either side of his cock. "C-COURNEY~!"

A giggle sounded from her end; he cursed the fact that he couldn't see her face. "You told me what you wanted, Brendan. As your dear little bunny, I'm more than happy to give it to you."

His hands clamped down on the sides of the bed He felt like if he didn't, he was going to spontaneously combust or be tossed into the endless chasm of carnal oblivion. Both of those things were well on their way to happening though. Brendan stretched his neck and groaned, feeling the continuous bombardment of bliss to his manhood. The thinly lighted ceiling warped and contorted-looking so far away from him.

Courtney…Courtney…her…her…her cunt. Her pussy. His noise wrinkled as he caught the faint aroma of feminine arousal. It was something he knew all too well, and smelling it always sent him into a little frenzy.

Regaining his strength, he grabbed at her waist. After quickly finding the zipper to the bottom of her outfit, he pulled it all the way back, then pulled the sides of her leotard aside. With a hungry look in his own eyes, he lunged at the older woman's dripping pussy.

"Haaaaaahhh~! Yes, oh, yes, Brendan~!" She cried.

She was giving him what she wanted on both ends, and he wanted to do the same to her. His tongue dove into her snatch with gusto, licking up the residual cum around her vagina before he dove straight in. The scolding cavern was hotter than the curry she'd prepared for him, and just like it, he relished it. Brendan moaned in bliss as he ravaged her pussy; Courtney did the same as she pillowed and sucked his member. Even if he couldn't see it, he felt every sexual act. Together, they bathed in the ecstasy they positions brought them.

Even though he maintained something of a steady hold on her bottom, Brendan still felt around his girlfriend's ass. Specifically, he couldn't help but continuously run his hand over her fluff tail. He made sure to never pull on it too hard-he didn't want to ruin her outfit after all.

When he hit the right spot Courtney's back with arch, pressing her bottom down against his face. He'd do the same when she hit his cock at just the right spot. The flames smothering it were growing to be too much. Another orgasm was coming, from him and he knew from her as well. He felt the grip of her hands on legs while he did the same to her bottom.

You're…cumming.

Yes, I am. And so are you, Courtney.

Together!

Together!

In unison, they doubled their efforts, he with his tongue and she with her breasts and tongue. They felt the rising swell within their bodies, and it pushed them to continue.

"MMMMM~! MMMMM~! MMMMMMMAAAAAHHH~!"

It was a true simultaneous orgasm, his cock erupting just as her pussy did the same. His tip blasted her face with cum while her pussy let loose a tidal wave of cum that washed over his face. Brendan welcomed the molten wave, lapping up as much of it as he could knowing that his girlfriend was doing the same.

Their glorious position was held so they could bask in each other's love nectar. Their faces were utterly drenched, and in Courtney's case, likely her chest too. Brendan wondered what she looked like, but he was patient enough and satisfied with lapping up her pussy.

Hours seemed to have passed with him doing exactly that. Though exhaustion nibbed at him, its hold was loose. If he wanted to, Brendan felt like he could get up and run half a dozen laps around the house if he wanted to. More so when Courtney looked turned around and gave him a view of her face on down.

Though she'd licked most of the cum off her face and chest, droplets remained, accenting the erotic beauty of the scientific beauty. The chest portion of her leotard had somehow opened-up allowing her breasts to spill out. Brendan would have wondered what kind of fabric the material was if he wasn't utterly smitten with the sight of her Courtney's wanting smile. His cock twitched, howling for attention while she leered at him with desire.

"Did you enjoy that, Brendan?" She coyly asked crawling closer toward him.

His hands reached out and grasped her cheeks. "Yes." Their lips connected immediately after, the kiss deep and long. His member was supercharged with hormones from it. They were left panting as they parted, red-faced down to their necks and sweat dripping from their cheeks.

"Ready to take your little bunny, my Brendan?" She asked in that same affectionate voice. Her hips hovered over his, her pussy dripping wet as it hovered above his erection.

Despite that positioning, Brendan kept a firm hold on her hips. "Yes." He nearly snarled.

And down she came, crashing into his cock like a meteor, his member sliding into her vagina like a plug and an outlet.

"Gaaaaaaahhh~! Haaaaaahhh~!"

"Oooohhh~! C-C-Courtney~!"

They savored the next several seconds, potentially a full minute. That included another long and tender kiss. At the end of it their bodies began to move. Slowly at first, but all too quickly they began to pick up steam. Brendan and Courtney went back to kissing as well. Erotic cries were muffled as their lips sensually melded against one another. The melding was bolstered by the constant slapping of their hips, the white-hot sparks of ecstasy going off like a sky full of fireworks.

With all the rocking, it was only a matter of time before Courtney's hood fell off. Brendan had half a mind to knock it off himself so he could brush his hands through her short yet beautiful hair. It and her similarly colored eyes perfectly matched her red hood, just like with her uniform. Her eyes were what truly enticed him though. Brendan kept his gaze on her as they fucked. She never took her gaze off him either, nor did the smile on her face ever drop. The same went for him.

Their lips met each other as they simultaneously thrusted their hips toward each other. The room-shaking cry of bliss they would have made together ended up muffled, but it still seemed to shake the bed. Right alongside their bodies' dancing the oldest and most intimate dance imaginable. The shaking continued as neither of them stopped, neither of them were going to stop until they had another simultaneous eruption.

Suddenly, Courtney pulled away, a lewd cry leaving her lips. In doing so, Brendan instinctively seized on the exposure of her breasts. While his hands remained around her waist his mouth dominated her right tit, the left flapped about in the air beside him. He'd get to it in time, but for the moment he wanted to have his way with her right tit-and that's exactly what he did.

"Huhaaaaaahhh~! Haaaaaaaahhh~! Aaaaaaahhh~!"

Her pussy grew tighter as he bit and licked her nipple. Brendan quietly wondered how tight it'd get if he was playing with her other nipple. The temptation to remove one of his hands and do that was strong, strong enough that he gave into it. Except it wasn't his right hand grasping her left breast, it was his left hand grasping her right. Courtney's scream grew as he sensually sunk his teeth into her left nipple, giving it the attention he knew it'd been craving.

"Fuck…ahhh, fuck, Courtney…my precious little bunny." He grunted through his thrusting and biting. The raging inferno that was her pussy was pulling him deeper, even when he pulled back so he could thrust back in. "You want me so badly, as much as I want you!"

"Yes~! Yes, I do~!" She cried as her hoodie fell off. Brendan saw it out of the corner of his eye. His mouth pulled away, saliva briefly connecting his mouth and her flailing tit. "Hmmmmm~!" His right hand rose, racking its way through her hair as he consumed her lips. It seemed to fly by fast, ending in a loud gasp that was quickly swallowed up by their continued fucking. Hips smacked against one another down below while lips did the same up top. The flames of lust once again consumed them in its sweet embrace, and they were more than happy for it.

Several of the kisses were broken so they could groan and scream. Brendan relished the erotic sound of his girlfriend screaming her lungs out as he took her. He'd thought about it the minute he'd laid eyes on her in her bunny girl outfit. Ignoring the food and throwing her against the table, fucking her until they were both too spent to move. The thought grew when she sat on his lap to feed him. He knew this was how the night would end, and so did she.

Maybe the next time she dressed up like this that was exactly why he'd do. He'd feel bad about wasting the food, but Brendan had a feeling he wouldn't be able to help himself. Not to mention for whatever anger Courtney would have, she'd enjoy that sort of meal herself, if not more so than whatever meal they were having.

"B-Bren…dan~! I'm…haaah~! Haaaaaahh~!"

"You want it, my sexy bunny?" He grinned.

She grinned back, all but daring him to do it-to do her. "All of it. Fill your bunny up, Brendan."

"AAAAARRRRRGHHH!"

"AAAAAAYYYY~! HAAAH~! HAAAAAAAHHH~!"

"COURTNEEEEEY~!"

"B-BRENDAAAAAN~!"

Her head flew back with tears trailing her sealed eyes. Sweat coated his brow as he made that final push, blasting his load straight into her womb. His bunny screamed loud enough to shake the house, loud enough to rival the great Groudon's roar. Brendan liked to believe he hit her with the right amount of force as well. Filling her womb up with his cum. He kept on thrusting, shooting rope after rope of semen into her while still working her cunt like a piston. All she could do was hold onto him as she utterly lost it, screaming her lungs out until she fell into his chest.

Brendan continued to hold her as they came, pumping into her until he lost the strength to do so. For the moment. He stayed upright, a testament to the strength he still had within him. Courtney's presence in his arms and around his manhood were already replenishing the strength he'd used to take them to carnal heaven. Once again, it'd been a joyful expedition ending in a spectacular finish.

But they were done yet.

Panting, Courtney pulled away from him while pulling her hood up. It was a cute sight that got a chuckle out of Brendan. He could have pushed it down, but he recognized Courtney still had something in mind. "Brendan," she whispered. "Again, I want to go again."

"I figured that." He remarked.

With a smile, she leaned forward, brushing their noses together. "Take me from behind though. Fuck your bunny the way she's meant to be. The way she's meant to be bread."

It was such a sexually charged statement. Even after all the night of sensual surprises she'd sprung on him, he could still be surprised. Great.

While he gawked at her, Courtney rose. He groaned at the loss of her vagina around his cock, but that disappointment vanished as she took to the other side of the bed, sitting up on her hands and knees.

She looked to him with grin that was equally innocent and daring. "You're not done fucking your bunny, are you, Brendan?"

Before he knew it, he was moving into position behind her. He angled his cock, back to full hardness, at her pussy from behind. "Hell no, I'm not done yet." Brendan panted in hunger as he looked down, noting the small distance between his tip and her cunt. A heartbeat later and that distance vanished. "AAAAAAAH!"

"OOOOHHHAAAAA~!"

"COURNTEY~! AAAAAHHH~! COURTNEY~!"

The inferno of her cunt hadn't diminished. He charged into it with renewed gusto, pushing deeper and deeper while holding onto her hips with a vice grip. She held onto the sheets with a similar hold while pushing back against him. It made him thrust into her with greater fervor, pushing her toward the pillows.

"AAAAAAAYYY~! YES~! YES, BRENDAN~! FUCK ME~! BREND ME, BREND YOUR BUNNY~!"

"OH, I'M GOING TO, COURTNEY~! MY PRECIOUS…RED-HOT BUNNY!"

Their previous fucking already shook the bed, but this was something new, something much stronger. It was undoubtedly close to a magnitude ten earthquake, something that Brendan and Courtney would take pride in later. Probably as they were cleaning up the mess made of the bedsheets, too.

Courtney hugged the bed while still working her hips. They slammed straight into Brendan's hips, which were working with the fervor of a Mightyena in heat. Before him, once a woman as dark and mysterious as the monotype itself, screamed and moaned as she was taken by her aggressive mate. He was proud to be that person, proud that it was his name she screamed as she drew closer and closer toward her climax.

"HERE IT COMES, COURTNEY!" He bellowed.

"IN ME~! EVERY LAST DROP, INTO ME, BRENDAN~! BREED ME~! BREED~!"

Between those words and her outfit, the primal part of him had been unleashed in full. It was in full control as he made the final thrusts into her. Back and forth his hips went, driving his cock deeper and deeper while his climax built up. With one final thrust, all that build up was unleashed in a single, concentrated blast.

"AAAAARRGGGGGHHHH~!"

"AAAAAAAAAHHHHH~!"

Cum leaked from her stuffed cunt as she went not completely still. She couldn't, not as Brendan continued to work his hips against hers while he came. He was going to burn himself into oblivion, and Courtney's soft moans told him she was perfectly happy following him.

In a sense, he followed her.

Exhaustion finally hit him with more force, this time enough to bring him down. He fell forward atop of her, his arms looping around her waist as he breathed into her hair. Somewhere during their fucking her hoodie had fallen off; it spared him the trouble of pulling it down himself. Their breaths mingled together as the light of the candles bathed them in physical manifestation of their afterglow.

"That…was…fucking…amazing, Courtney." He wheezed.

She turned around, giving him a near clear view of her sparkling lilac-colored eyes. "It was, wasn't it, Brendan?" Sharing her smile, he leaned in and connected their lips. They drew the kiss out, exchanging ferocity for simple affection. It sent a tingle through their bodies that would have motivated a third round. In another time, it might have.

Courtney turned over so she could bury herself in Brendan's embrace. He planted light kisses atop her head as he stroked her backside. "You went so incredibly far for our second anniversary, Courtney. Further than I did getting you a crystal."

"A crystalline specimen that I will treasure, partially for its scientific value…and entirely because it came from you, Brendan." She answered. The glow of her eyes outshined the candles around them. "I wanted to get you something special, something that…would hopefully convey my feelings to you, for you. My feelings…" she repeated with an intense gaze. "My respect…my gratitude, and finally, my love."

"I felt it." He simply answered framing her face. "All of it, and it makes me feel like the luckiest man in the world." The next kiss followed the previous one, albeit toward the end it took on an erotic nature as their tongues quietly slapped against each other. "Courtney," he whispered once they separated.

"I'm still on birth control." She answered, having taken a guess at what he might have been thinking. Truthfully, it had been on his mind, but it wasn't something he was going to ask just yet. Still, he opened his ears to her words. "It's just… between the outfit and Cynthia's words, I suppose my mind went in that direction. Perhaps it was inevitable, rabbit-based Pokémon do reproduce incredibly fast."

His eyes widened as he zeroed-in on one word-one name-in her explanation. "C-C-Cynthia?"

With blushing cheeks, she sat up a little, shyness overcoming her once alluring features. "While you were still in Kalos for your school trip, I…contacted her. I asked her for help in how to give you a good anniversary gift. She's the one who give me the idea to do all of this." A pause followed as she clearly needed time to gather her courage before continuing. "Did you…like it?"

One arm caressed her cheek while the other moved to her waist. "Courtney…I fucking loved it, every last second of it." Her smile of joy and relief made his heart flutter like a newly evolved Beautifly. As if spurred by its wings, he leaned forward to kiss her. She kissed back, the two of them basking in the lovely fire of their union. "I guess I owe her a big thank you. Am I right that her calling me away just as the food was getting ready was no coincidence?"

She nodded. "Sorry about tricking you. I just needed time to set things up."

"Hey, it's fine. Considering the end result…heh, I don't know if I'd slow rode myself back to give you all the time you needed or hustled even more so I could see you quicker."

"In the end, your timing turned out to be perfect." The rest of the members of Team Magma had told him her smiles had changed thanks to him. They'd became so much brighter and warmer. Brendan liked hearing that, but he just liked seeing them. Courtney was at her best when she was smiling. "While we were talking, she…mentioned how one day, she'd be happy to become Lucas' wife. To call herself Cynthia Diamond. It…made me think about you and I." Her cheeks bright red, she raised her arms up and wrapped them around his neck, closing the distance between them. "Like her, I'm willing to wait, but…I also one day want to be your wife."

Silently, he lunged forward, seizing her lips in a kiss. They threw everything they had into it, completely eclipsing their previous kiss. While lip-locked, their bodies rolled across the bed, thankfully away from the edge. When they broke apart, Brendan was on top, staring Courtney down with a determined yet loving gaze.

"You will be, Courtney. One day…one day, you're my dear little bunny, after all."

Giving him another heartfelt giggle, she reached up and brought him down upon her lips. In that kiss was yet another promise. A promise of more anniversary like this one. A promise to thank the blonde-haired Sinnohan who'd help set this up. A promise that one day they would be the second pair of Mr. and Mrs. Birch.

Fin

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Finally, a bunny-themed story for the Year of the rabbit. A bit late, but I hope you all enjoyed it. This makes my third MagmaJewel story; I honestly like this pairing so this one was another blast to write. Considering the little jump forward I did with "Fuel for the Body and Soul", the idea of discussing the future and potential children seemed to fit right in.

When I originally conceived this story, I thought of making it Olivia that Courtney went to for advice. I ended up going with Cynthia on account of her generally more mature yet teasing personality, not to mention her interest in archeology could mesh well with Courtney's association with geology. On top of that, I've had a couple of Lucas/Cynthia story ideas in my head, a few of them influenced by Legends Arceus. Those ideas will hopefully come to fruition in 2024, but for now they were a driver in writing Cynthia and Courtney's interactions. It went quite well since I felt like they could make for an odd yet surprisingly close pair of friends. Cynthia would definitely play the role of teasing but caring big sister to Courtney, who's still a little nervous when it comes to interacting with people.

Like I said, I hope you all enjoyed this story! Let me know what you thought in the reviews, and happy holidays!