Chapter 8
The clock radio greeted me that morning to Fleetwood Mac. Christine McVie and Stevie Nicks were singing by the bed, a Meganium curled beneath my feet and a Delcatty at my head. It was one of those 'I could stay like this for the rest of my life moments', so serene. It was exactly where I wanted to be. I waited the song out, soaking in every last second of the calm before hitting the "off button" on the radio and getting up.
My morning routine no longer bothered me, my body long-since used to the sleep schedule I had been saddled with. The morning shower refreshed me, and the promise of what waited that day was incentive enough to get moving. I loved my job, not just for the sex, and when finally the hours didn't bother me, I had grown to look forward to taking care of all the Pokemon. And the sex.
I returned to my room, remembering my computer was on from the night before. When I got to it, though, I saw that I had an email from an address I didn't even begin to recognize. The title read "Hey, it's Angie", and I tried to figure out who I knew named--
Gardevoir's trainer.
I smiled, never wanting something to load so fast in my life. Gardevoir mentioned her trainer being 'down' with Pokephilia, and I wondered just how much she had been filled in on what happened. Eagerly, I read the message, more enthused even than for the Pikachu story the night before.
"Hey, Adam. This is Angela, the trainer of the Gardevoir. She told me everything that happened, and I just wanted to thank you. Gardevoir gets really horny sometimes and I can't satisfy her the way she needs it. She said it should be a few more months before she gets into heat that badly, so I'll take it from here.
She wanted me to get in touch with you, but I'm not sure why. She had a message she wanted to pass on, but seems to think we'd be good friends. So this is me saying 'hi', I guess, and we can give getting to know each other a chance."
She went on to introduce herself, then gave me the message, sort-of-cryptic-but-not-really, reading "Umbreon and Espeon next". I knew damn well what it meant, and it made me real damn happy. Even happier, though, when I saw a .rar file attached, titled "For Adam". I hastily downloaded it and opened it to find a drool-worthy treat.
There had to be about fifty pictures, all taken the same night--presumably, the one before--and all featuring both Gardevoir and Angie. The willowy blonde, with her hair down and her clothes all gone, looked incredible by herself. In various position with Gardevoir? I would have masturbated right there if I didn't think Umbreon and Espeon would be more than a handful. The pictures, which got hotter and kinkier as they went, would provide some great relief some other time. I had to get to work, though.
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It was strange, my first morning not finding Meg waiting for me at the gate. It seemed so empty an arrival, not watching someone's face light up as I stepped in. Still, there was something in my stride that just couldn't be broken. And it persisted through the day, when Heather passed off duty to me and made her way out as fast as possible, much to my eyes' dismay, when I got the breakfast done early, and before the Pokemon woke up, and when I, having completed my work, took an early desk shift for Elaine.
It wasn't that I was just very efficient today for no reason and decided to do her a favour. I wanted computer access to compose my reply to Angie. Elaine was glad to have that break, and I got to type up the necessary storm. I gave her a pretty similar rundown of myself, pretty much copy/pasting the list of points she had and adapting the ones I didn't have to add and deleted the obviously inapplicable ones. I complimented the pictures and told her to thank Gardevoir for being so good and helping with Meg.
It didn't take long to compose the email, really, with my fingers moving so eagerly to get it out as soon as possible, which left the majority of my allotted hour of morning desk work wide open. I killed time by reading the newspaper and playing around with a pen. The normal bored stuff, really.
Toward the end of my shift, a middle-aged man came in and gave us his Charizard and Rampardos, and said he didn't want any eggs they came up with--they apparently went at it 'more than I wanted to know'--and to do what we wanted with them, and he'd come by in a few days to pick them up.
Some paperwork later, releasing them coincided with Elaine's return, so I went back out into the fields and sought my prize.
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I thanked my lucky stars for seeing that email and finding out that the twins were pretty much a done deal, because getting them into the break room with me was easy. Exceedingly easy, to the point I almost wondered if Gardevoir had asked them, they said yes, and had just been anticipating this. I looked away from them, just for a moment, to drop my pants, and when I looked back, Espeon was on top of Umbreon, reaching behind and pawing her sister's pussy.
While Gardevoir and Lopunny were damn popular with people who wanted human-shaped Pokemon, an overwhelming number of Pokephiliacs seemed to tell me that if I had an Eeveelution, I'd be set. Stories about trainers who caught an Eevee and had it breed so they could have one of each evolution were more common than I was almost comfortable with. The friends I had picked up asked if there were any Eevees or evolutions lying around, because I'd have to be a fool not to tap one of those adorable like Pokemon.
And there were two sisters in front of me, both wanting to share me, apparently. Not in the 'taking turns' way, either.
Dear Penthouse...
With the food house door locked to keep Robert or Elaine from wandering in for some reason, we could go as wild as we wanted. There was something I wanted to try, and with them being the same size, it would work perfectly.
I got down on the floor, helping them along so that their vaginas pressed together, Umbreon lying face-up on the floor and Espeon on top of her. I leaned in a little, my hand tenderly grasping Umbreon's side. My tongue slipped out, coming into contact with their fur and the very bottoms of their labia, making them both shiver. Further along their folds it slithered, dragging along until my tongue was as far as it would go. But that was just the beginning.
This was, for me, the great test. I had satisfied several Pokemon now with my tongue, but could I satisfy two? I was determined to do just that or die trying. It'd be a great way to die, at the very least; my tongue sandwiched between the sweet pussies of an Umbreon and an Espeon.
They squirmed a little against me as my tongue shifted, tasting both of their pussies; identical, a little sweet, and certainly something I wanted more of. It darted downward into Umbreon's sweet canal, my hands reaching forward, a finger slipping into each of them to help the process along.
I heard their breathing grow heavy and delightful moans ringing around my ears. Their tails waved around my face, responding very well to the fingers that, along with my tongue, went deeper. Repeatedly I struck the roofs of their pussies, zeroing in on the most sensitive spot, which luckily was, of course, the same. My assault focused there, relentlessly working the single area inside them while I switched over to Umbreon's pussy, her dripping slit soaking her and Umbreons' crotches.
Another finger in each, this one working the soft labia in complement to my tongue while I gave Espeon the same loving attention and treatment as I gave her sister. Things were boiling up inside them; pleasure building and swelling deep within, and we were just getting started. We'd only have one more position after this before I had to go back to my duties, but after work was done, but they still had a few more weeks before their trainer was due to pick them up, and I was going to see them as elated as I could.
With both of them given equal attention, I began to split my attention between them more efficiently, focusing a lot on their pussy lips and their clits while my fingers worked their insides rather devotedly. I wanted more, wanted their pussies to just explode on my tongue, bombard it with more of their sweet emissions than I could ever hope to take in, not that I wouldn't try my damndest.
I saw it coming just seconds before it did. Their tails whipped around frantically and their mouths open, tongues meeting in a frantic kiss as their mounds trembled. I pressed down on their clits with my thumb, expecting the flood, my tongue lying flat between them, my fingers in to the knuckle. And it was glorious.
They moaned and squealed and sighed, breathing heavily into each other’s face in their sloppy kiss as the tasty rush of juices was a delight for my tongue. I was almost drowning in the stuff, but what a way to go out. The sisters had their fun, I had proven myself, and gotten a nice treat.
Then, I found out why Eeveelutions were so sought after; they wasted no time between orgasms. Afterglow was something for when the whole ordeal was finished. The moment their orgasms subsided, they got to their feet.
We weren't going to be done for a while.
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Since I did my desk hour early, Elaine decided to bark at Robert to take the hour for me and eat lunch there while we'd talk. The moment I found out, I had to run over to the place and use more canned air freshener than is probably safe for anything with lungs to cover up the smell. After I ate them out, the girls gave me a double blowjob that brought me so much pleasure I wanted to grab the two and run away so I could just fuck them forever. I fingered them as they did so, licking their fingers clean afterward while they swapped my cum back and forth. We'd do more later on, but I had work to do before I could give them a proper fucking.
With the heavy scent of sweat and sex as gone as it was willing to get, I ate lunch with Elaine at the table. She was an old family friend, which was how I got the job to begin with.
"So how's Bayleef doing?" I figured she'd ask about her when she got the chance.
"Great. She's settled in, and actually, she evolved last night."
"Really? That's strange. Did you take her out to battle or anything?"
I'd have to think my way out of this one, and keep out any details that could give me away. I liked my job and not being in prison.
"No. I was lying in bed and it just sort of happened. I'm considering taking her to be checked, just in case."
"Probably for the best. So how is little Amy?"
"She spent the whole night complaining that I got a Pokemon. Even when mom said she didn't even buy this one like she did for Charla, which was more of a way to get her out of the house than anything."
"Yeah, Charla was..." she trailed off, not wanting to say anything about my older sister. It was fairly standard for pretty much anyone who knew our family; say nothing about Charla beyond the fact she existed, and she now trains Pokemon. I didn't agree with it, but there was no point in pulling up all those grievances.
"But, about Amy," Elaine said, shifting the subject rather quickly. "If your mother would be okay with it, the next time we have an egg and the trainer doesn't want it, she can come by when the Pokemon's hatched. In fact..." she trailed off again, this time her eyes rolling up a little, which always happened when she thought. "That man you served today, he said he didn't want the eggs, and Rampardos and Charizard are compatible, so..."
"Eggs only take about a day to hatch, right?"
"Right," Elaine said. "You should be able to come by some time tomorrow or Sunday during the day and we'll have a little Charmander, just got Amy."
"She'd like that. And it'd get her off my back about Meg."
"You named her Meg?"
"Yeah. Original, I know."
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I went home that day completely satisfied from the twins, and hoping they'd be there Monday for more. If their trainer picked them up, it'd be totally out of left field, and I didn't want those dog...fox...cat...things to go before I had fucked them silly.
"Good news, Amy!" I shouted, pushing that image out of my mind so my shorts didn't tent up in front of my sister. I really didn't need that.
"You've finally come out of the closet?" she asked, coming down the stairs.
"Fine. I guess you don't want your big brother to get you a Charmander."
"What? Really? A Charmander?" She began jumping up and down, shouting and cheering.
"Elaine will call us some time this weekend to go over and pick it up."
She didn't hear me though, already running up to her room, probably to clear space for one.
I sighed, walking up the stairs much slower than she did, entering my room to see Meg and Delcatty sleeping, which was good, because I wanted a break.
First thing I did was check my email and saw that yes, Angie replied. I read on, and the gist of the email was that since she supplied those pics, and I had two Pokemon with me to fool around, I should follow suit and get her a good gallery going. She promised some stuff with her Nidoking if I did.
"Girls, wake up," I said, getting out of the computer chair. "We've got an album to make."
So much for a break.
My morning routine no longer bothered me, my body long-since used to the sleep schedule I had been saddled with. The morning shower refreshed me, and the promise of what waited that day was incentive enough to get moving. I loved my job, not just for the sex, and when finally the hours didn't bother me, I had grown to look forward to taking care of all the Pokemon. And the sex.
I returned to my room, remembering my computer was on from the night before. When I got to it, though, I saw that I had an email from an address I didn't even begin to recognize. The title read "Hey, it's Angie", and I tried to figure out who I knew named--
Gardevoir's trainer.
I smiled, never wanting something to load so fast in my life. Gardevoir mentioned her trainer being 'down' with Pokephilia, and I wondered just how much she had been filled in on what happened. Eagerly, I read the message, more enthused even than for the Pikachu story the night before.
"Hey, Adam. This is Angela, the trainer of the Gardevoir. She told me everything that happened, and I just wanted to thank you. Gardevoir gets really horny sometimes and I can't satisfy her the way she needs it. She said it should be a few more months before she gets into heat that badly, so I'll take it from here.
She wanted me to get in touch with you, but I'm not sure why. She had a message she wanted to pass on, but seems to think we'd be good friends. So this is me saying 'hi', I guess, and we can give getting to know each other a chance."
She went on to introduce herself, then gave me the message, sort-of-cryptic-but-not-really, reading "Umbreon and Espeon next". I knew damn well what it meant, and it made me real damn happy. Even happier, though, when I saw a .rar file attached, titled "For Adam". I hastily downloaded it and opened it to find a drool-worthy treat.
There had to be about fifty pictures, all taken the same night--presumably, the one before--and all featuring both Gardevoir and Angie. The willowy blonde, with her hair down and her clothes all gone, looked incredible by herself. In various position with Gardevoir? I would have masturbated right there if I didn't think Umbreon and Espeon would be more than a handful. The pictures, which got hotter and kinkier as they went, would provide some great relief some other time. I had to get to work, though.
..........................
It was strange, my first morning not finding Meg waiting for me at the gate. It seemed so empty an arrival, not watching someone's face light up as I stepped in. Still, there was something in my stride that just couldn't be broken. And it persisted through the day, when Heather passed off duty to me and made her way out as fast as possible, much to my eyes' dismay, when I got the breakfast done early, and before the Pokemon woke up, and when I, having completed my work, took an early desk shift for Elaine.
It wasn't that I was just very efficient today for no reason and decided to do her a favour. I wanted computer access to compose my reply to Angie. Elaine was glad to have that break, and I got to type up the necessary storm. I gave her a pretty similar rundown of myself, pretty much copy/pasting the list of points she had and adapting the ones I didn't have to add and deleted the obviously inapplicable ones. I complimented the pictures and told her to thank Gardevoir for being so good and helping with Meg.
It didn't take long to compose the email, really, with my fingers moving so eagerly to get it out as soon as possible, which left the majority of my allotted hour of morning desk work wide open. I killed time by reading the newspaper and playing around with a pen. The normal bored stuff, really.
Toward the end of my shift, a middle-aged man came in and gave us his Charizard and Rampardos, and said he didn't want any eggs they came up with--they apparently went at it 'more than I wanted to know'--and to do what we wanted with them, and he'd come by in a few days to pick them up.
Some paperwork later, releasing them coincided with Elaine's return, so I went back out into the fields and sought my prize.
................................
I thanked my lucky stars for seeing that email and finding out that the twins were pretty much a done deal, because getting them into the break room with me was easy. Exceedingly easy, to the point I almost wondered if Gardevoir had asked them, they said yes, and had just been anticipating this. I looked away from them, just for a moment, to drop my pants, and when I looked back, Espeon was on top of Umbreon, reaching behind and pawing her sister's pussy.
While Gardevoir and Lopunny were damn popular with people who wanted human-shaped Pokemon, an overwhelming number of Pokephiliacs seemed to tell me that if I had an Eeveelution, I'd be set. Stories about trainers who caught an Eevee and had it breed so they could have one of each evolution were more common than I was almost comfortable with. The friends I had picked up asked if there were any Eevees or evolutions lying around, because I'd have to be a fool not to tap one of those adorable like Pokemon.
And there were two sisters in front of me, both wanting to share me, apparently. Not in the 'taking turns' way, either.
Dear Penthouse...
With the food house door locked to keep Robert or Elaine from wandering in for some reason, we could go as wild as we wanted. There was something I wanted to try, and with them being the same size, it would work perfectly.
I got down on the floor, helping them along so that their vaginas pressed together, Umbreon lying face-up on the floor and Espeon on top of her. I leaned in a little, my hand tenderly grasping Umbreon's side. My tongue slipped out, coming into contact with their fur and the very bottoms of their labia, making them both shiver. Further along their folds it slithered, dragging along until my tongue was as far as it would go. But that was just the beginning.
This was, for me, the great test. I had satisfied several Pokemon now with my tongue, but could I satisfy two? I was determined to do just that or die trying. It'd be a great way to die, at the very least; my tongue sandwiched between the sweet pussies of an Umbreon and an Espeon.
They squirmed a little against me as my tongue shifted, tasting both of their pussies; identical, a little sweet, and certainly something I wanted more of. It darted downward into Umbreon's sweet canal, my hands reaching forward, a finger slipping into each of them to help the process along.
I heard their breathing grow heavy and delightful moans ringing around my ears. Their tails waved around my face, responding very well to the fingers that, along with my tongue, went deeper. Repeatedly I struck the roofs of their pussies, zeroing in on the most sensitive spot, which luckily was, of course, the same. My assault focused there, relentlessly working the single area inside them while I switched over to Umbreon's pussy, her dripping slit soaking her and Umbreons' crotches.
Another finger in each, this one working the soft labia in complement to my tongue while I gave Espeon the same loving attention and treatment as I gave her sister. Things were boiling up inside them; pleasure building and swelling deep within, and we were just getting started. We'd only have one more position after this before I had to go back to my duties, but after work was done, but they still had a few more weeks before their trainer was due to pick them up, and I was going to see them as elated as I could.
With both of them given equal attention, I began to split my attention between them more efficiently, focusing a lot on their pussy lips and their clits while my fingers worked their insides rather devotedly. I wanted more, wanted their pussies to just explode on my tongue, bombard it with more of their sweet emissions than I could ever hope to take in, not that I wouldn't try my damndest.
I saw it coming just seconds before it did. Their tails whipped around frantically and their mouths open, tongues meeting in a frantic kiss as their mounds trembled. I pressed down on their clits with my thumb, expecting the flood, my tongue lying flat between them, my fingers in to the knuckle. And it was glorious.
They moaned and squealed and sighed, breathing heavily into each other’s face in their sloppy kiss as the tasty rush of juices was a delight for my tongue. I was almost drowning in the stuff, but what a way to go out. The sisters had their fun, I had proven myself, and gotten a nice treat.
Then, I found out why Eeveelutions were so sought after; they wasted no time between orgasms. Afterglow was something for when the whole ordeal was finished. The moment their orgasms subsided, they got to their feet.
We weren't going to be done for a while.
.....................................
Since I did my desk hour early, Elaine decided to bark at Robert to take the hour for me and eat lunch there while we'd talk. The moment I found out, I had to run over to the place and use more canned air freshener than is probably safe for anything with lungs to cover up the smell. After I ate them out, the girls gave me a double blowjob that brought me so much pleasure I wanted to grab the two and run away so I could just fuck them forever. I fingered them as they did so, licking their fingers clean afterward while they swapped my cum back and forth. We'd do more later on, but I had work to do before I could give them a proper fucking.
With the heavy scent of sweat and sex as gone as it was willing to get, I ate lunch with Elaine at the table. She was an old family friend, which was how I got the job to begin with.
"So how's Bayleef doing?" I figured she'd ask about her when she got the chance.
"Great. She's settled in, and actually, she evolved last night."
"Really? That's strange. Did you take her out to battle or anything?"
I'd have to think my way out of this one, and keep out any details that could give me away. I liked my job and not being in prison.
"No. I was lying in bed and it just sort of happened. I'm considering taking her to be checked, just in case."
"Probably for the best. So how is little Amy?"
"She spent the whole night complaining that I got a Pokemon. Even when mom said she didn't even buy this one like she did for Charla, which was more of a way to get her out of the house than anything."
"Yeah, Charla was..." she trailed off, not wanting to say anything about my older sister. It was fairly standard for pretty much anyone who knew our family; say nothing about Charla beyond the fact she existed, and she now trains Pokemon. I didn't agree with it, but there was no point in pulling up all those grievances.
"But, about Amy," Elaine said, shifting the subject rather quickly. "If your mother would be okay with it, the next time we have an egg and the trainer doesn't want it, she can come by when the Pokemon's hatched. In fact..." she trailed off again, this time her eyes rolling up a little, which always happened when she thought. "That man you served today, he said he didn't want the eggs, and Rampardos and Charizard are compatible, so..."
"Eggs only take about a day to hatch, right?"
"Right," Elaine said. "You should be able to come by some time tomorrow or Sunday during the day and we'll have a little Charmander, just got Amy."
"She'd like that. And it'd get her off my back about Meg."
"You named her Meg?"
"Yeah. Original, I know."
...........................................
I went home that day completely satisfied from the twins, and hoping they'd be there Monday for more. If their trainer picked them up, it'd be totally out of left field, and I didn't want those dog...fox...cat...things to go before I had fucked them silly.
"Good news, Amy!" I shouted, pushing that image out of my mind so my shorts didn't tent up in front of my sister. I really didn't need that.
"You've finally come out of the closet?" she asked, coming down the stairs.
"Fine. I guess you don't want your big brother to get you a Charmander."
"What? Really? A Charmander?" She began jumping up and down, shouting and cheering.
"Elaine will call us some time this weekend to go over and pick it up."
She didn't hear me though, already running up to her room, probably to clear space for one.
I sighed, walking up the stairs much slower than she did, entering my room to see Meg and Delcatty sleeping, which was good, because I wanted a break.
First thing I did was check my email and saw that yes, Angie replied. I read on, and the gist of the email was that since she supplied those pics, and I had two Pokemon with me to fool around, I should follow suit and get her a good gallery going. She promised some stuff with her Nidoking if I did.
"Girls, wake up," I said, getting out of the computer chair. "We've got an album to make."
So much for a break.