03 - 11
Pokemon walk up and down the inclined cobblestone road on the face of the cliff, some on their lonesome, while many enjoy conversing with their companions, their lively voices drifting along the constant salty breeze.
Three Pokemon stand by the side of the road, away from the traffic while talking among each other.
"Really, Shino," the Cyndaquil frowns. "I'll be fine! So just wait for me in the guild."
"You sure?" the yellow Shinx asks with a worried frown.
The fire-type groans in frustration as the ice-type chuckles in amusement.
"Shino, I'm an adult," Cindy says in annoyance. "You don't have to follow me around!"
Ears drooping, the electric-type sighs and hangs his head. "Sorry. You're right."
After a shake of her head, she smirks, leans toward him and gives him a nuzzle on his neck, startling him. She pulls back with a grin. "There. Feeling better?"
He finally manages a smile. "Not yet." He quickly nuzzles her, startling her a bit from his sudden show of affection. "There," he says as he leans back. He winks at his blushing girlfriend. "All better."
She smirks back at him. "I'll get you back for that."
"Can't wait."
Chuckling, the fire-type then walks down the road, but after a few seconds fly by, she stops and looks back at her two friends. She waves a paw at them, and her friends quickly return the gesture. Satisfied, she lets out a chuckle, turns around and continues walking down the road.
Pulling his paw back down on the ground, he closes his eyes and lets out a sigh of content. Reopening his eyes, he turns back and notices a familiar white fur. He has completely forgotten that his other friend is with him, smiling happily at him.
He returns her warm smile with an awkward one. "Erm... Hi?"
Vixie chuckles. "Hello."
He looks away, blushing. "S-sorry... I ah, uh, totally forgot you were with us."
"Yeah, I noticed." She sighs and shakes her head.
"Sorry."
She shrugs. "It's alright. Don't worry about it." She winks at him. "I'm really happy for the two of you."
He does his best to stop a frown from appearing on his face as the white Vulpix turns, looking up at the road.
And then...
...a thought.
"I guess I should be heading back," she says with a sigh. "Big day tomorrow."
He blinks, a small smile growing. "Say, Vixie..."
"Hm?" she hums as she looks at him.
He tries his best to stop his smile from morphing into a sly one. "Wanna grab a bite to eat?"
She blinks at him, her smile fading. "Shino?"
"Huh?"
A sly smile. "Are you flirting with me?"
He quickly baps his head. "No!"
She laughs out loud despite the pulsing pain from her head. "Ow, by the way."
He glares at her, but then he blinks, sits down and places a paw on his chin. "Actually..."
She frowns. "Shino, I was joking."
"I don't think Cindy would mind, to be honest."
It is her turn to bap his head.
"Ow," he hisses in pain, rubbing his head with a paw. "But really, wanna go eat? I'm kinda hungry."
She rolls her eyes. "I guess..."
With a nod, he stands up on all four and—
Their ears twitch to the sudden sounds of surprise up ahead. Turning, the duo spots a fast Nickit running down the road, her pink toy badge reflecting the rays of the morning sun as she passes them by, running down towards the lower portion of the city.
"Huh," Shino blinks.
She sniffs the air and catches a whiff of the dark-type's scent. "Wasn't that the Nickit from the restaurant?"
Speaking of the restaurant...
Shino shrugs. "She's probably just going to buy some ingredients of something." He smiles at her and gestures for them to start walking up. "Now come on."
"Someone's in a hurry," she remarks with a chuckle as the duo starts walking up the road.
"Well duh," he says, rolling his eyes. "I'm on a mission!"
She blinks a curious blink. "What?"
Humming a random tune to herself, a smiling Cyndaquil walks through the busy street of the city, trying her best not to get in the way of the many Pokemon who are setting up various things for tomorrow's festivities.
"I'm glad someone rescued us before the festival," she mutters to herself as she crosses the street.
Up ahead, a Boltund lets out a long yawn as he tilts his body sideways, letting the sack from his back to slide off of him and land beside the door of a shop with an audible thud.
"Careful with that!" the merchant from inside yells at the sleepy hound.
"Sorry," the yellow canine mutters under his breath, and lets out another yawn. Blinking sleepily, he lies down on the street beside the sack. "Wake me up when you're ready to pay."
As she walks on the street towards the napping Boltund, the Cyndauil shakes her head as she—
Blurring by her, a quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog.
The fire-type stops and stares at the fast Nickit running through the street. She shakes her head and continues on her way, walking by the snoring hound. As she turns around the block, she spots the young Nickit standing and looking through the gate of the apartment where she's staying.
"Hey," she calls as she walks up to the young dark-type. "Wait, aren't you from the restaurant near the west gate?"
The Nickit looks up at her and blinks. "Um, yes," she replies with a blush. She suddenly clenches her eyes shut, shakes her head, and looks up at her with newly-collected courage. "Oh, please excuse me, but I'm looking for the Lava Pit apartment."
The Cyndaquil shrugs and waves a paw at the tall and old-looking building behind the gate. "You're looking at it. No lava pit, by the way."
Eyes twinkling, she gazes at the run-down building, devoid of any life outside of its faded red painting and a tiny, barely-visible black fire drawing on the wall obscured by overgrown grass and weed.
"I finally found it!" she cheers. So many Pokemon she asked for directions, and finally she's here. "Is there a Charmeleon staying in this place?" the Nickit asks, her tail wagging a bit as the fire-type opens the gate.
The Cyndaquil taps her chin with a paw. "Hm... There's plenty of them."
The Nickit nods and nods and nods. She recalls a number on that piece of paper. She hasn't figure out what that number is for, but maybe she'll figure it out once she's inside the building. "Is it okay to go inside and ask around?"
The fire-type shrugs and opens the gate wider. "Sure. Just don't cause a ruckus or the cranky landlord will kick you out."
"I won't!" she chirps, and then quietly skips toward the open door of the apartment building.
Shaking her head, the fire-type closes the gate—
"Hey, Cindy!"
She turns toward the familiar voice and smiles at the approaching Sentret. "Linik, hi," she greets him, and smirks. "Excited for your date tomorrow?"
He chuckles nervously as he looks away. "Er, about that..." He closes his eyes, takes a breath, and then looks at her with a serious frown. "I need your help."
She 'blinks'. "Should we go inside or...?"
"Here is fine," he tells her, frowning.
Worried, she closes the gate behind her and offers a supportive paw on the normal-type's shoulder. "Hey. Tell me what's wrong."
He closes his eyes and sighs. "She doesn't like me..." He slowly looks up to her. "These past few days, I've been helping her around, but..." He looks away, glaring sadly at a random blade of grass behind the fenced front lawn of the apartment. He closes his eyes and exhales. "I thought I had a chance."
Here she is again, in another situation where she has no clue what to do nor what to say. First it was with Vixie, and now with Linik. Love really is complicated. She thanks her lucky stars that she and Shino didn't make things complicated...
...and she hopes it stays that way.
Wait...
...what if...?
He looks at her in puzzlement. Why is she smirking at him? Surely she's not finding his situation funny, is she? "Cindy?" he carefully calls.
She grins at him. "Say, Linik... I know someone who is looking for love, too."
He blinks at her. "Oh?"
She nods. "And I'm going to help you." She suddenly pulls the startled Sentret closer, their faces now side-by-side as she wraps her arm around his neck. "And I've got the perfect plan."
He gulps nervously, nodding along. "O-okay...?"
Judging from her very sly grin, it's in his best interest not to interfere as she pours her on-the-spot plan into his ears, growing more and more nervous as the seconds fly by.
"Thanks," the yellow Shinx says as the tall Pangoro places his and his friend's order on their table.
Grinning, the Pangoro stands tall. "I heard that you guys teamed up with my annoying dishwasher."
The Shinx nods as the white Vulpix starts eating her meal. "Heh, yeah." He smiles at him. "He's pretty smart. Too bad a team is only limited to have three members max."
"Oh? You wanted to recruit him?"
"Like I said, he's very smart."
"Huh..." The Pangoro scratches his head. "He doesn't look like it, if I'm being honest."
The Shinx lets out a laugh as the Vulpix chokes on her food. As the ice-type helps herself with a bowl of water, the two dining customers seated on the neighboring table starts standing up.
"Yo! Maz!" the Sawk calls the Pangoro with a smile. "Great meal as always! Send our compliments to the chef!"
The Pangoro gives them a thumbs up and shares a fistbump as the two customers head out. The large dark-type starts collecting their dirty dishes when the yellow Shinx calls his attention.
"What's up, little guy?"
He frowns at that, but disregards it for now...
...because his mission now starts. "Where's the bathroom again?"
The Pangoro nonchalantly points at the open entryway towards the kitchen. "Just turn right."
He nods his thanks and turns to his friend. "Be back in a sec."
She shrugs. "Take your time."
He jumps off of his seat and tries his best not to seem suspicious or anything as he calmly heads inside the kitchen. He fails somewhat, as the ice-type arches a non-existent eyebrow at his retreating form. She dismisses it with a shrug and takes another bite from her meal.
Now standing in front of the closed bathroom door, he looks back and smiles after seeing that he's completely out of sight from the dining area. His ears twitch to the constant angry mumbles of the angry Eevee who is angrily washing the dirty dishes and silverware. He rolls his eyes in amusement as the Pangoro walks in.
"Hey," he quickly calls.
Blinking, the Pangoro stops and turns to him. "Oh, hey there, little guy."
He frowns at him.
The large Pangoro smiles. "Need help opening the door?"
"Actually, I need help with something else."
The Pangoro blinks at him, his smile instantly turning into a frown. "My guy... I may not be wed with my love yet, but I'll have to refuse your, uh, attempts to—"
"N-not like that!" the Shinx stammers, his yellow furred face burning a bright red. "Arceus above, no!"
The Pangoro lets out a roar of laughter.
"Dear," the Miltank frowns at him. "Don't scar our customers."
"Sorry, sorry," the Pangoro quickly apologizes as he places the dirty dishes on the angry Eevee's dishwashing station. He then approaches the recovering Shinx with a smirk. "So what's up, my dude?"
The electric-type takes a breath and sighs. He looks up at him, glances at the Eevee, and once he's sure that the Eevee's too busy and too angry to eavesdrop on them, he then looks back at the Pangoro and gestures for him to lean down for him to whisper.
"Like I said, I need your help with something."
"Let's hear it then," the Pangoro whispers back, his interest growing.
With a grumble, the Eevee rinses away the suds on a plate he just washed. He places it on a stack, and blinks at the two whispering Pokemon in front of the bathroom door. With a frown, he shakes his head and resumes his work. "Not my business," he mutters to himself.
A draconic dildo is tossed aside, landing on the marble floor with a wet thud. A scaly clawed hand hangs on the edge of the bed as a sigh escapes the Charmeleon's maw. Opening his slitted eyes, he stares at the ceiling of his room as he takes labored breaths, his gaping butthole opening and closing in rhythm with his breathing.
The thick haziness in his mind suddenly disappears after hearing a knock on his door. With a groan, he slowly sits up on his bed with frown, listening to the silence of his room until another set of knocks echo all around.
"Damn it," he curses under his breath as he grabs a towel and wipes the hot strands of cum on his scaly chest and stomach. "I'm coming!" he yells at the door after another set of knocks resound from it. Shaking his head, he stands up and wipes his two semi-erect rods with the towel. Throwing the towel aside, he walks up to the door, unlocks it, and swings it open, making sure his lower body is behind the door, just in case.
Seeing no one on the other side, he frowns and closes—
"Hi!"
He blinks and lowers his gaze down to the small Nickit smiling up at him. "Uh, hi?" he greets her back. No bags or baskets, so this girl's probably not selling him anything.
Her smile widens, her tail wagging a bit. "I finally found you!"
"Uuhhh..." Looks like she knows him. He tries his best to remember who this Nickit is. That is assuming he has met her before—oh wait, he did! But barely. She is that Eevee's... Wait... He squints his eyes at her. "What are you doing here?"
Suddenly, the Charmeleon can feel the fire burning within her eyes as she looks up at him, confidence and determination radiating from her, making him feel a little envious.
"I'm on a mission," she suddenly tells him, breaking him out of his momentary diffidence. "And you're gonna help me help you help my brother!"
He blinks at her, and tilts his head. "Uh, what?"