Winter hated Kit. At first. She claimed she'd never like her, that we aren't a family. It didn't last. She was just too adorable, and opposite the elegant, possessive Winter, Kit was wild and hot-spirited, curious about everything. She did not allow Winter to be solely hyper-fixated on me, and when the ice-type got a temper she'd let the temperature flare up, melting my girlfriend's ice. It was nice having the area around me room-temperature for once, the perfect balance of heat for all three of us.

Kit was… well, for lack of better words, a jester. She seemed to feed off of Winter's negative energy, creating a balance hard to describe. When Winter was hot, Kit feigned disinterest, or paid attention to me, causing the ice-type to turn all her anger in my direction. However, the heat of the room stopped Winter from "punishing" me the way she used to, and so it ended up being rather silly, and we usually ended up tired from playing around by the end of it. It was amusing seeing Winter try not to lose her patience. Kit was too young to win an all-out battle, but the Froslass wasn't prideful enough to believe a victory like that would be anything but cheap.

We developed a little routine, the three of us; everything was provided, it was hardnotto slip into "routine." Every day was mostly the same, at least when we were in our room. For the first week, Winter was barred from wandering the estate, not that she even had an interest in doing so. Like many caught Pokemon, if I put her in a Pokeball, she trusted my judgement… she trusted I wasn't just putting her in it for a long period of time because I didn't want to deal with her, and even after I was finally accepted as a full on member at Vanessa's place, and Winter had access to the mansion, she didn't have any interest in exploration.

Loud and rambunctious, the moment I opened the door to my room Kit sometimes came bursting out into the hallway, dashing to where she knew her original owner was. We ended up spending a lot of our time with Spencer; I despised the woman, and she wasn' t a big fan of me either, but shewasthe human who'd bred Kit. First human she saw, kind of like a parent. The ninetales that had laid her egg was no longer here, but Kit was entirely unbothered by it, because Spencer wasn't. That was the power of a human's indoctrination. It fascinated me more than I wanted to admit.

The days went by slowly. It seemed the worst had passed, just as Vanessa promised, and every day after the "initiation" was like heaven. The array of Pokemon I was allowed to film was exceptionally diverse, and if I wanted to (I was forbidden by Winter) I could join in at any moment, so long as it didn't affect the quality of the film-making, the pictures.

It was a single pervert's wet dream, when I was sixteen a gig like this would've been perfect, but right now I was strapped down. I'd cheated, taken my punishment and thankfully been forgiven, and Kit had reluctantly been accepted… I didn't want to rock the boat, risk delving into that territory a second time.

It displeased Vanessa how "virtuous and non promiscuous" I was, but she didn't push me, didn't say anything at all. At the end of the day, it was my choice, but I got a sense that she was gravely disappointed in me, like I'd let her down.

I didn't touch Kit again, not after the first time. It just didn't feel right. It wasn't even about Winter, it was the way we met, what I knew about her now.

The little Vulpix didn't like it one bit. Tail swishing, she constantly made a display of herself, a little sex addict. She'd been raised this way, since the very moment she breathed, so I wasn't too harsh when I rejected her. Either way, she took it with the pride of a fire-type. She learned quickly from Winter. Where my first "captured" mon was freezing cold, blasting me with ice and freezing up the area around us, putting a chill in my body as punishment, Kit made me sweat, stared at me with her deep, dark eyes, lashed me with her tails, and most of all she rubbed her body against me and purred.

Sometimes, she went so far poor Winter had to intervene. Yipping, Kit would climb the coffee table, or the sofa, and leave her rear extended off it- wet folds on display. It was such a delicious sight, and of course, I'd been inside that tight little hole. Brought back a really good memory, even if it had a sick taint to it. I never let my gaze linger too long, but I always made sure to take in the sight before I ripped my gaze away, those smooth, dripping lips, dark red. Kit's body language was so cute, legs pushed in every direction, ears flicking, bangs hanging over her dark eyes, and her many tails lifted.

Winter "Saved me" from doing anything I'd regret, again and again. When she saw her new family member do this ridiculous display the ice-type let loose a shrill, sing-song cry, floating viciously across the room, and picking up the little scarlet bundle. At that point, a lecture would begin, which Kit would sigh and roll her eyes through. Like a mother and daughter.

Winter was an ice-type, just like the ninetales that'd been taken, and sold away. Did Kit ever worry, think about her? If she did, she showed no sign of it. She was distracted by everything else. I knew Spencer was the reason she was so detached, whatever it was the silver-haired bitch did to her. So yeah, I couldn't touch her, but she wanted me to, and I wanted to. I focused on working instead. Put my all into it. Not fucking them didn't effect my work, and that pleased Vanessa, and every one of her clients. I was the most popular camera guy in the mansion in months, it actually earned me a bad reputation with the other guys.

No one liked a brown-nosing overachiever. That I had a cute, rare Pokegirl totally in love and ready to kill for me at any moment didn't make them hate me any less, they were jealous. A little fanclub even developed around Winter, but she didn't give any of those guys the time of day. The sick perverts they were, they got off on the way she iced them out, but they were harmless people, and they did my chores for me if Winter glared at them after I gave them an order. So, somewhat useful. Kit I kept in the room with Winter, and when she wasn't there, in her ball. I didn't want her exposed to any of the perverts in this place.

Vanessa's mansion was the most interesting place I'd ever worked at. Also the most horrible. And amazing. It was hard to reconcile with it being all three, but by the day it alternated between that trio of realities. Some days, there was constant sex. Under this roof, wearing golden shorts meant you were the bitch of whatever female commanded you. Whether that was human, or Pokemon. No mon dared trespass on Winter's territory, but I saw other guys get put through Hell. Specifically, a boy named Luke.

He was a pretty boy. Golden hair, seemingly made of silk, and curly. Pale-blue eyes of a vivid hue, almost as cool as Winter's. He had a slender, soft body, and the first week he was here, a newcomer that arrived a few days after me, he was the apple of Vanessa's eye.

He was everything she wanted, it seemed. Disobedient and beautiful, misogynistic but eager to lose himself in what she had to offer. He sassed her every time she gave him an order, but he obeyed, and he fucked whatever she told him to.

It almost made me jealous.

The worst stuff happened when a "golden-short boy" didn't want to serve someone. The dispute usually ended quickly, rarely well for the guy involved, if you didn't count getting raped as a bad thing. I did, we all did, but I was under orders to take pics of stuff like that, and the "private events" I was in charge of filming, more and more of them by the week, were full of… problematic content like that.

He'd grunt, complain he was tired, that he'd just been used, that he didn't want to, and the female in question would take him anyways. So many times, I'd caught a mon pushing human guys to their limits here, but there was a limited stock of males available on days where there were no "Events". There were favorites, and the Pokemon were not used to "no", neither were the women.

So, other than the darker parts of my job, life was pretty blissful. The days, then weeks, steadily trickled by. Winter got used to Kit, so used to her that we all began sleeping together… and it was on one of those nights I woke up to hot, wet suction on my cock. A little mouth was slurping along my length, and I recognized the faintest pressure of little fangs. Someone was very carefully licking and sucking on my dick, trying not to hurt me.

"W-Winter," I whispered, half-asleep, but of course it wasn't her. The ghost-type stirred, but did not wake, and I recognized the burning heat coming from under the blankets.

So she was fed up with waiting… I'd known this was coming. A girl only takes rejection so many times. The way she was throwing herself at me all this time, I had no right to keep her around. I was her first. The man who turned her pussy into a sex toy. She couldn't deal without my dick pounding away in her, she'd craved it since that day…

Right? Why else was she making such ridiculous noises, lapping every inch of me as if she'd be punished if she missed a spot? Such a good girl. I reached down, and despite Winter being asleep right next to me, I grabbed both of Kit's ears. She cried out in surprise.

I forced her little maw down all the way, thrust into the back of her throat.

"F-Fuck, oh yes, that's it," I whispered, "Bet you look so fucking good under there."

A muffled, excited "Vul~" was the only response, that and the ripple of her throat muscle tightening around me. I gasped, and clutched her ears tighter, forcefully fucking her little mouth. I wished I could be patient, but waking me up like this overwhelmed me. I didn't mean to cum, I just started pouring it out.

Winter woke up right away as the smell of my cum filled the air. She startled awake, gasping harshly, "F-Froslass!" And with a swift frozen rush of wind, the blanket lifted and just like that we were caught in the act.

Me, lodged in Kit's throat. Kit trying to suck down every drop, tongue darting this way and that, painting the full length of my saliva-slick cock.

"I-I'm sorry," I started to apologize. I expected the room to become so cold I'd pass out or something, a beam to shoot out, punish me… but Winter just stared in shock as Kit stared her right in the eyes, narrowing her own, and pulled her mouth off my dick. She suddenly pounced, and before Winter could fade away, she had the ice-type pinned.

Amused with herself, determined, Kit plunged her face between Winter's legs. The Froslass wailed in distress as her nub limbs were forcefully parted by eager paws, and Kit made a pleased, hungry noise… and stuck a paw against the slick folds she found there.

"Kit's right," I said suddenly, and Winter's back curled into a c as Kit began to lick her clit, no warning. She looked at me to save her, but I didn't do a thing. "Why are you acting all jealous, resisting? You got wet seeing her sucking on my cock. Or is Kit that's exciting to you? A few licks, and then you're like this… maybe it's even worse than that… you smell my semen and you can't help but wet yourself."

It was rare I took this tone with her in bed. We did dom/sub stuff occasionally, but never with another female there. As my sweet girlfriend tried to respond, my Vulpix took that chance to Winter even harsher, occasionally letting the rough pad of her tongue plunge into her soaked little hole.

"L-Lass! F-Froslass?!"

Winter was visibly a little frightened, but when she saw the look on my face, and I reached out to lovingly touch her face, she relaxed a little. I liked the way she looked, little nub-legs spread, her glistening pussy on display. I loved watching the fluffy-tailed fire-type devour her even more. Cooing, making adorable little noises, Kit noisily snuffled on Winter's pussy. She was more eager than I was when I went down on her, I didn't think that was possible. A shudder ran through me as I realized Kit had been raised to do this, had probably done this on Vanessa, her mother, or Spencer.

A part of me withered away. I just kept spectating, but when Winter looked my way again helplessly, I had to go to her. I drifted close, and kissed her hard on her mouth as Kit kept licking away. The obscene noise of our tongues clashing combined with that of her sex being explored. Winter was losing it, ice-blues starting to glow. The room was getting freezing, but challenging it Kit's fiery aura permeated the air with a constant, steady heat. I was in heaven.

"Not so bad, right?" I grinned, and glanced down at where Kit was still playing with her, "picturesque, really. Mind if I take a couple shots?"

Winter glowered at me, horribly embarrassed. "L-Lass, Lass!"

Too overwhelmed to talk in my mind. So cute. She was overheating.

Just watching wasn't enough soon. Especially when Kit glanced back and whined, shaking her fluffy tailed rear, begging with no words. "Vul vul vulllll," she cried, and when I didn't move she let out another frustrated cry. I grunted in dismay, and hastily pushed my pajama pants all the way down; I laid her out on her back.

I'd told myself I wouldn't, but here I was pushing into Kit for the second time. She purred gratefully, pressing her lower paws against the bottom of my belly and giving me an enticing glance. She spread her legs apart, and made pleased, hungry yips when my excitement grew at the way she presented, an urgency entering my frantic thrusting. Winter, still used and drained, was splayed out next to the little Vulpix, her semi-solid icy frame brushing Kit's. Both her and Kit's gaze were tearing me apart, so much desire in both of them, and no longer any anger, any animosity between them.

Pressing our mouths together, I pushed my tongue against Winter's as I thrust away even faster. Heat-sweat coated me, threatened to drive me crazy with lust, any second now I'd cum, but I didn't want to yet. I grit my teeth, rocked hungrily against Kit, addicted to the way her soft paw-pads felt as she squirmed and clawed at me, aching for more cock.

We were so perfect together, the three of us… this mansion wasn't so bad. It was an easy job. I got to see men and women get used by, or otherwise use, Pokemon every day, every night. There were certain displays I'm sure would disturb me, but thus far… it was a twisted sort of heaven for the right kind of pervert.

I wanted to believe I wasn't that type of pervert. The kind to buy a Pokemon from a magazine, but how was I any different from those sort of people? Just cause I'd made up some excuse about wanting to save Kit, when now I was fucking her like she was nothing but a hole, turning her into a bitch.

No, not turning her into a bitch… Spencer's, Vanessa's, words rang in my head. She'd been born this way, born for this - the perfect tight heat of her little pokecunt was this way because she'd already learned how to please people. Sure, I'd taken her virginity, but Spencer had told me all about it. That bitch was obsessed with me, liked the way I didn't look at her when we talked, like the way I wasn't into her. She told me all about the fucked up things she did, all the mons she bred for Vanessa, the type of men she sold them to.

She told me about a little igglybuff she'd bred for a cute girl. It was a boy. She was only ten, it was her first Pokemon, and her much older boyfriend had personally purchased this mon for her. It'd evolve with a very special friendship, one that the man would watch over…

And the sick fuck I was, when I heard about all this stuff, it made my dick strain in my pants. She knew that, Spencer knew it. Over the weeks I learned one thing: the ones who ran this house were masters of manipulating the most fucked-up desire in human beings… they took advantage of our urge to own, to consume innocence. They found people like me, who could bear witness to unforgiveable things... and be aroused by it. I started to embrace a philosophy that lingered in the back of my mind. So much money would pour in, stability, pleasure, I drowned in the delusion that this place was a utopia when it was really hell...

We couldn't live alongside mons in any other way but a master-servant bond, no matter what people said. There were people who created ideas for architecture that allowed us to perfectly synthesize mons, minimal Pokeballs needed. Those types of people were laughed at. Sure, someone might huff about it, cry about how cruel Pokeballs were and how unnatural their creation was, some would cite the well-destroyed history of our world, and claim that Pokemon were just plain unstable, wild, they were monsters… but nobody, nobody…. Did anything about it.

Certainly not me. The only thing I did about it was film it, get hard. With each new flick, a part of this place rubbed off on me, until I didn't know who I was anymore. The only part of myself I recognized was the red-hot, pulsing meat I slammed into the fire-type that felt custom-made for me, but really, was custom-made for any sick pervert that wanted to use her.

I smothered my thoughts by kissing Winter even harder… her eyes blazed into mine, and I grunted, hips stilling. Winter stared down at where Kit and I were connected, and the little Vulpix whined, eyes shooting wide. Her ears flicked happily, many pale white fangs on display as her jaw unhinged. Kit looked at me like I was her god, but how could she not?

She was mine. I determined when she got to eat, when she got to smell fresh air. I even determined when she got to cum.

"Winter, come here." I snapped my fingers and pointed at Kit, and grinned. The air dropped a considerable amount of degrees, but I knew the ice-ghost wouldn't resist. Not anymore. She liked Kit… more than she would ever, ever admit. That was why she scowled, made a huge display out of huffing and puffing, glowering at the Vulpix, then back at me, then back at Kit.

The little fire mon pouted, "V-Vul?" She thrust against me desperately, scratching at my belly, begging for more. I waited patiently, and stroked her head with one hand, camera in the other as Winter took her time pretending she was going to say no.

Then, my beloved Froslass sighed one last time, and floated through the air directly above Kit's pussy… but I shook my head. I maneuvered them. My heart hammered away. Even if I didn't take a picture of the pair of them, perfect pussies stacked on top of each other, I would remember it forever. But I didn't want to live in a world where I didn't document this, even if every other human being refused to understand.

"Yeah, just like that."

Snap. Click.

I didn't even understand it myself. I just knew that they were mine. That here, in Vanessa's mansion, I was allowed - no, encouraged- to do this. I owned them, they were mine. They wanted to be. Winter was happiest when I told her what to do, when I fucked her into obedience, even if she was rebellious every moment of it… and Kit, Kit was my delicate little thing. A precious bundle of soft, scarlet fur that I despised myself for ruining. Her pussy was stretched around me, her belly bulged slightly when I rammed inside. She could barely fit my big human dick, and was meant to get knotted by something much smaller.

But she loved it. She squirmed and cried her name… and when Winter lazily began to stroke the young fire-type's clitoris Kit began to cum right away. Her pussy grew vice-tight, squeezing around me as if trying to milk me desperately. Slick erupted down my length, so much fucking pussy juice… I didn't stop thrusting.

I took picture after picture of their soaked holes, especially the one I still had currently plugged up, and as Kit began to cum a second time, crying, "V-VULLL!" I pulled out of her suddenly.

She gasped. A terrible sound that ripped through the air, a sound of true, agonizing sorrow. She'd had her first ruined orgasm.

It made my heart ache. I couldn't believe Kit made a cry like that just because I pulled my dick out of her pretty little pussy. Seeing her gaped open, soaked and shimmering with her own juices, I almost pushed myself right back into her, but I'd called Winter over for a reason.

My lovely Froslass was lonely. Even after being with me for so long she still didn't get that I would never leave; we would be together until the end, even if she got sick of me. We were soulmates, we'd decided that… she only understood that when I stuck myself inside her, just like this.

"O-Oh fuck, Winter."

The night and day difference between their pussy's made a shiver tear down my spine. Tingles covered my whole body. My dick felt more swollen than it ever had before. I don't think I'd ever be able to resist Kit again, especially with the way she was pouting, staring almost angrily at Winter.

"L-Lass…" She sent a cold burst through me, it was pleasant, made my spine tingle, her way of showing thanks. Winter loved it. She grinned, giggling, the sing-song sound bouncing against the walls and echoing. Enthusiastically, she rutted back into me… and I grabbed hold of her little sash-like waist and used her the way she liked. Gentle at first, slow, then steady, faster, faster,faster, until she couldn't think straight.

"V-Vulp! Vulpix~" Kit cried desperately. She stuck her tongue out in front of Winter's mouth, clearly begging for a kiss. The ghost complied. I didn't mean to cum. Winter giggled again as her pussy stole my orgasm from me. The sight of my little Vulpix twisting tongues with Winter ruined any chance of self-control.

I painted her frigid cunt, but didn't dare stop thrusting away, not 'til she was satisfied. I was so used to this, I was like a machine. If I was using Winter, she was certainly using me… I couldn't say the same of Kit.

"V-Vullll-" Kit groaned into her messy kiss, and Winter reached down with one hand, stroking her ears, then her belly, giggling when Kit glanced downward, begging for touch down there too.

"Froslass, Lass~" Whatever Winter said made Kit pout, but her eyes glinted with excitement as she glanced my way.

"V-Vulpix… vulpix vul?" She whimpered.

I knew without Winter translating that she was begging for a turn with my dick. I glanced at my girlfriend, and she nodded abruptly, spreading herself so it'd be easier to slip right out. I happily did so, and at the same time I pushed back into Kit, I grabbed Winter and lifted her in the air.

I ate her like a starved man. Suckled on her clit, thrust my tongue deep, fingered her. I rubbed the little stiff bundle, and rocked her against my lips… she started to shake, at the same time Kit did.

I was gonna make both of them cum. A sudden irrational thought hit me.

That I couldn't stand the thought of them doing this with anyone but me.

"M-Mine," I groaned against Winter's pussy, "both of you. Fucking love you two. Fucking love you-" It's all I could say as the last of my cum got drained right out of me. Winter did something I'd never seen before.

She grinned wickedly, and lowered herself… it was odd… her body lost form almost entirely, and faded through Kit's. The Vulpix gasped, cried out, and began to jerk violently. I immediately understood: Winter had possessed her.

It was so fucking hot, seeing Kit struggle against another willpower brushing against her own, a mind trying to rule her body, but ghost-types are feared for a reason, especially for a little weak mon like Kit… poor girl.

Someone who wasn't fucked would tell Winter to take it easy. Say it was only Kit's second time having sex. I pinned Kit's paws down instead, and fucked her harder. I'd thought there was nothing left, but as I dumped my load in the young vulpix's womb, I knew I had another shot in me. I had never, ever fucked anything this hard…

Winter and Kit were feeling me at the same time. Kit's voice careened out, so loud in the room, but there was another voice singing alongside it… They were both wailing for me.

Letting out a final cry, I collapsed on top of Kit, hugging her desperately and kissing her face. Even spent as I was, my hips kept doing weak little thrusts everytime her pussy pulsed around me. Soaked with sweat, I only stopped when Winter floated out of Kit, and her chilly body embraced me.

"Enough my love, let your seed sit. Unless you plan to break our Kit."

Our.

"Hey," I grinned, but I obeyed. I pulled my dick out of the dazed little fire-type. "What happened to her being 'mine'. How you'd never like her."

Winter didn't immediately say anything. I expected her to be prideful, make up some silly excuse… but she didn't. Instead, she just cuddled up against me.

We usually stayed up for many hours after sex… we were too tired to. Kit was a perfect little space-heater, resting against us. The last thing I saw was Winter's eyes staring into mine. She accepted Kit, because the situation was agreeable. But I knew she'd dispose of Kit if she ever got in her way – that was my final anxious thought as I faded away.