[3 Hours Later, at the Police Station]

Police Chief, Drake, grabbed his hat off of the coat rack and his best Freeze Ray off of his desk. “Officer Shawna, the coffee machines on the fritz again so I'm heading down to the Grocer's for some Tea. Do you want anything?” The Dragonite asked his Partner, who was sitting parallel to him.

“Some Hot Tea sounds lovely, actually. Could you bring back some of those Ginger Snaps too, please?”

“Ha, ha. No problem, I know you have a fetish for them. You going to be okay by yourself with our guest, since I gave everyone else the night off?” Drake asked the Luxray, gesturing at the Tyranitar behind bars in the west corner.

Shawna gave the silent prisoner a swift glance. “If the bars are indeed as strong as the contractor promised then I'll be fine. But, hurry back though. He's hardly the best company and I start to get lonely when I'm by myself.”

“Hmmm. I seem to recall you saying something similar just the other night.” The Dragon-type reminisced, with a soft chuckle.

“Oh get out of here, you jerk.” The Luminous Lion chided, laughing out loud. Drake laughed as well, as he left the station.

“Do you mind keeping it down, Officer? Some of us are trying to sleep around here.” Onyx spoke up.

Shawna just frowned at the prone form of the Tyranitar behind bars, whom was now her only company. “So sleep! I'm not stopping you. After all the noise and ruckus you caused today you have no right to complain about the volume here. Besides, I read your report. Apparently, you have no problem at all being around 'vocal' people.”

“Only when I'm making them vocal.” Onyx corrected her. “But, your voice in particular is really grating and I'd like a little quiet before I'm released from here.”

Officer Shawna growled at his comment on her voice, of which she had always thought sounded a little too masculine. She'd only been around this pokemon a few hours and was already wondering how he'd ever gotten a female to touch him.

“Wishful thinking, Darky.” She shot back. She'd never really liked or trusted Dark-type Pokemon. Something she probably got from her Mother, who vehemently hated them for no ever explained reason. “I've had a good check at your background and, after today, I'm pretty positive that bail will be denied and you'll be sentenced to picking up 'chicks' in a Prison Yard for a long time to come.”

Onyx smirked, giving her an appraising look, which both disgusted and scared her despite the thick, powerful bars and couple hundred feet separating them. She'd never been very good at fighting Dark-types, let alone one which was also one of her natural enemy's in the Pokemon World.

“Would you be one of those 'chicks', Officer? I can't say I'd mind at all, even with that annoying voice. There are, after all, countless fun ways to fix such problems. Or, I could always find myself another Anthro fire-type to rear-end. A guy could get to like that. But, I never said that I would 'make bail' or any legal terms like that. I just said that I would get 'released'.”

With that, Onyx lay back on his 'prison-administered futon' facing the wall; Leaving the Vice-Captain both very confused and very, very worried.

~

[ Meanwhile ]

“What do you mean the movie didn't make any sense?” Vol asked Era, who was sitting across from her. “What part of it didn't make any sense to you?”

“Well, for starters, the Band was playing as the ship went down.” Era answered, raising an eyebrow as though surprised she could even ask such a question. “What Band do you know of that would keep playing music as their ship went down, when any logical and sane person would be too busy finding ways to not drown to even listen to it?”

“I think it was kind of poetic.” Vol said, with a little smile.

“I think it was kind of pathetic.” Era said, with an air of indifference. “I'm surprised no one thought of flipping over the goddamn dining room tables as makeshift boats and getting some air in those dinner napkins as makeshift sails. I just can't really see that many pokemon drowning at the same time, but I feel that Titanic is a depressing sort of chick-flick for humans. The only part of that 3-hour nightmare I enjoyed was the theme song.”

“That's the only part you liked?” Vol repeated, in disbelief. “I don't think I'll ever understand boys.”

Vol and Era were on their way to the Valentine's Day Dance Party their school was hosting. Tanya had surprisingly treated them to Limousine service for the evening, and the surprising dance partners were now sitting across from each other in the back of it; a driver named Whetherbee and an ice-box of sparkling white grape juice their only company besides themselves.

Era was still sore from his earlier ordeal, but thanks to Tanya's quick service and the three hours of downtime he was feeling a lot better. Still, he told the much healthier Vol that he could only promise her a few slow dances and no more than one faster one. She'd assured him that would be fine with her; mainly happy that she wouldn't have to attend alone. Her last boyfriend had been her original partner, but he'd broken things off with her a few weeks before the dance when she still refused to put out. She hadn't even thought about finding someone else until she'd met Era.

Vol shook her head, agreeing to disagree, and reached for the icebox next to Era for a bottle of the mock-champagne. As she did she noticed the fire-hound checking her out and giggled softly to herself. She didn't mind the attention from him; partly due to their shared ordeal earlier that had brought them both closer together, but mainly because she knew he'd never do anything inappropriate. When her last boyfriend would gaze at her it would always make the Persian nervous as he would always have a hungry gaze that seemed to scream how much he wanted to tear off her clothes, whip her around and start rutting. Sometimes he would even cop a feel of her breasts or ass, even when she would just slap his hands away and tell him to cut it out.

Era had already seen her ass earlier, but that was partially her fault. And, rather than take advantage of the situation, he'd acted the gentleman and looked away. She could tell that he'd liked what he saw, however, and found herself flattered rather than uncomfortable; which is how she'd usually felt around her ex. Not that she could blame him for looking, as her current attire was hardly meant to deter stares. The dress she was wearing tended to remind one of Strawberry-Orange Tequila's and could make someone thirsty if they stared too long. It accentuated her curves, as well as her forehead gem, and left very little to the imagination. Her previous boyfriend had bought it for her, saying she'd look beautiful in it, and she'd been loath to admit he'd been right.

Vol chose a bottle and practically flopped back in her seat when the Limo swerved around a corner. The movement jostled the slits in the sides of her dress, which were designed to allow easier movement to the wearer, and showed off a bit more of her legs. Era's eyes were drawn there and she shivered a little under his gaze, certain she could feel the heat of the fire-type. Era suddenly realized what he was doing and looked away, grabbing a bottle for himself. They were only about the size of a vending machine soda, so there was no logical reason for him and Vol to share one. Other then the fact it'd be fun in a slightly perverted sense.

Era noticed Vol was staring at him now and coughed in amusement. His previous girlfriend's had also liked to look, but with them he had felt like a juicy piece of meat that they were waiting to sink their teeth into. It was sexy at times, but mostly disconcerting. It was different with Vol. She was looking like she liked what she saw, but she was also looking at him; at who and what he was rather than what he could do for her. Some of his past girls, like Aya, would get offended if his eyes weren't always on them. But, he got the feeling that the Persian preferred if he didn't openly gape at her wherever they went and would hardly be upset if his eyes went elsewhere every now and then.

Not that he would blame her for looking, as his current attire wasn't meant to turn away stares. He was wearing a short-sleeve, open-chest, ash-black vest, with matching slacks. He was also wearing a fire-red cummerbund. His clothes were all fire-proofed of course. “One whole paycheck.” He'd told Vol, when she'd asked how much it cost. When he'd first bought it he'd thought Aya would like him in it. Aya had always complained that he wore too many clothes , so he'd started going topless despite the many comments from others. Clothing laws were only enforced on Anthro's so most regular Pokemon, like Aya, tended to go naked. His outfit showed off all the muscles he did have, as well as his chest which, while not ripped, was nicely toned. Aya had always liked pressing her furry chest up against his heated one and he thought she'd appreciate the gesture.

But, who really knew what women want?

Era's rear hurt. He hoped the rumors were true and that Oran Berry Juice would be served this year.

~

The driver, Whetherbee, looked in the overhead mirror at the two passengers in the back. Then he flipped a switch on the Dashboard. Normally, the backs of Limousines could be soundproofed so that the passengers could hear anything the driver said, but the driver couldn't hear them. But, the switch that Whetherbee had just flipped reversed it, so that he could hear whatever the cat and dog said, but they couldn't hear anything up front. Once he was sure it was working, he picked up his cell-phone and dialed a number he knew that would connect him to several people at once. After a few seconds someone picked up. Several people were speaking at once, but one made themselves heard over the others.

“What's the situation?” The voice said.

“Codename: Whetherbee, reporting. On track to the dance and it's raining Cat's and Dog's. My ETA is 20 minutes. Operation is a go. Over.”

“Understood. We'll begin the next phase of the operation. And Whetherbee...stop watching all those goddamned secret agent flicks! You're gonna have us all doing it at this rate. Over and Out.” The voice said, hanging up.

“Humph. Better those flicks then Hannah Montana.” The Machamp said, hanging up his cell.

~

[ Police Station: 5 minutes later ]

Officer Shawna dipped a Ginger Snap into her tea and put it in her mouth. “Oh my gosh, you've no idea how heavenly that is. Thank you again, Drake.” The Luxray exclaimed, addressing the Police Chief who had returned a few moments ago.

“You're more than welcome.” The Dragonite assured her, sheepishly. “Though, I swear I'll never understand what you see in that stuff. Give me an Oreo and a tall glass of milk any day, I say.”

“Oreo's are okay, but they're far too fattening in my opinion. They're made so you have a hard time stopping.” Shawna stated.

“So you fancy Oreo's every now and then, Police Lady?” Onyx asked innocently. “You prefer em regular or you like the Double Stuf?”

“I'm not too picky, so either kind is okay I-” The Officer broke off mid-sentence, as she caught on to the double meaning. “Ha, ha. What I do or don't like is none of your business.”

Drake broke off laughing, causing Shawna to glare at him instead.

“I swear, I'm surrounded by perverts.” She huffed.

A rapping sound filled the room and Officer Shawna realized that there was someone knocking on the station door.

“Who on Earth can that be?” She asked; noting how cliche, B-movie it sounded but not caring.

Onyx pointed at the payphone in his cell. “It's probably the pizza I ordered earlier, with my one phone call.”

“You ordered a pizza?” Drake said, disbelievingly.

“When was the last time you fancied prison cuisine over Pizza Hut?” Onyx countered.

“Hmmm. Touche'. Still, it'd be better if I answer it, Shawna. Safety first and all.” Drake stated, getting up from his desk and grabbing his freeze ray.

“As you wish.” Shawna said, shrugging. “I just know I ain't paying or tipping.”

“Hey, Onyx!” Drake called over to the prisoner, walking over to the station door. “I'll pay for the pizza if you treat us to a couple of slices. What do you say?”

The door exploded off its hinges as a silver wave, closely resembling a Hyper Beam, blasted through it and hit the Police Chief in the chest. The Dragonite screamed in pain as he was shot across the room and into the wall.

“I say, you just got served.” Onyx replied, a dark smirk on his lips.

“Drake!!” Shawna cried, rushing over to the Chief's side. The attack had hit him hard, leaving a large bruise on his front. He grunted and tried to rise, but the attack seemed to have paralyzed him. That's when Officer Shawna realized it hadn't been a Hyper Beam that came through the door, but Dragonbreath.

“Dammit. I let my guard down.” Drake cursed himself, as Shawna helped him sit up. But, the loud, raucous laughter that filled the room drew her attention back to the door. Her eyes widened in shock at the mean and twisted looking Pokemon now filling the entrance. Another blasted Dark-type, in the form of a Weavile with gleaming claws. A suave Alakazam with wicked eyes. A bad-tempered and muscular Nidoking with his lovely, but equally muscular mate, Nidoqueen.

As well as a female Flygon, with seductive looks but twisted eyes. It was her that had fired the Dragonbreath, and it was her that had the Luxray cop ticked the most. As the Flygon was at the head of the group, as the others would often glance at her, Shawna wagered that she was the one in charge here.

Shawna knew one thing right away; this was not good. Her superior, both in title and battle strength, was already all but out of the fight. Plus, everything at the station that could cure paralysis was on the other side of the building. If she tried to run away to grab something they'd have more than enough time to try and free Onyx. They might even kill the Captain. Add to the mix that if she did fight by herself she was not only outnumbered 5-1, but also up against 3 direct type-weaknesses. 4, if they managed to free the Tyranitar as he probably knew 1 or more Ground-type moves, but at least her lightning attacks would do something to him. The Flygon and Nido-team, however, would be completely immune.

It was times like these that she felt like the dumb, blond chick in a horror movie who's killed off in the opening credits.

“Who'd I get, who'd I get?” The Flygon cackled, gliding through the dust-filled doorway. She saw the panting captain and laughed out loud. “Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, it's my lucky night! I actually took the Chief of Police himself, Frost-Bite Drake, down in one hit!! Ha ha ha ha ha!”Shawna growled again, at the Flygon's use of the nickname her Chief had earned for skillful use of his weapon of choice. “Who the fuck are you, Bitch? What are you doing here?” Drake groaned in her arms, the pain of the paralyzation annoying him.

“I'm known as Sauda, Officer Wench. And I'm here to free my man.” The Flygon said, smirking haughtily at Shawna and pointing at Onyx. The Luxray fem glanced over at him and frowned. When he'd used the phone earlier it hadn't sounded like he was doing anything but actually ordering a pizza. But, obviously he'd been speaking in code to tell his crew to come break him out.

“Really now, is all this talk really necessary?” The Alakazam asked, moving forward into the light. A Twisted version of his trademark spoon was hanging from a chain around his neck; his arms crossed across his chest. “It's quite apparent that these two officers are no match for our unified strength, nor do I sense any other judicial-class beings in the area. I am most eager to liberate our Head from his confines and stride after the freakish-ones that escaped his clutches, so as to deliver swift justice.”

“Just like I am 'most eager' for you to stop talking like some College Professor at Harvard every time you open your yap!” The Nidoking growled. His wife was eying up the Dragonite Chief, but it didn't bother him as he was gazing lustfully at the Luxray; to her chagrin.

“You are such an uncouth lout, Kun.” The Alakazam scoffed, gently pulling on his mustache, as though trying to determine the best way to get his point across. “Had you actually completed your High-School Education, you might not be quite so quick to -”

“You need to be quick to back up off my man, Doyle.” The Nidoqueen spoke up, defending the Nidoking though still staring at the Dragonite. “Every time you two are in the same room, you're all up on each other.”

“Believe me, Madam Ila. If I were ever most unfortunate enough to find myself 'all up on' your man, I would exert the utmost haste to 'back up off' him.” The Alakazam said, with a polite bow in her direction. This caused her to scoff in annoyance and the Weavile to laugh in amusement.

“Shut up, Xue!” The Nidoking snapped at the Dark-Ice Hybrid. “Every time you open that gaping, annoying hole you have as an excuse for a mouth, I want to shove my-”

“Ha!” Weavile interrupted him. “I knew you were hittin for both teams. I don't know what your 'batting' average is, but I'd peg you as a World-class 'catcher' any day of the week!”

“Knock it off!” The Flygon ordered them all, before a fight broke out. “We're here to free our leader, not to stage an episode of Jerry Springer!” It was like this 90% of the time they all got together and it always wore on Sauda's nerves.

“Trouble in Paradise?” Shawna commented, staring around at the group with discontent. She wished the Nidoking would stop gazing at her like she was a piece of meat. It was highly uncomfortable.
It was a little hard to believe that there was an entire gang of Anthro-haters living in this city. It was most definitely the first time that the Luxray had ever heard about it. But, this was also the first time she'd seen any of these people before in her life and she was a fairly well-known officer in town. She supposed that they'd decided previously against taking on Officers of the Law in order to get at just one Anthro pokemon; and it was true that she was the only one of her type currently employed here.

But, the arrest of their Leader was something they wouldn't, else couldn't, overlook.

“Who asked you?” Sauda shot back, noting Drake's dropped Ray Gun and smashing it. “Anyways, now that the only threat here has been neutralized,” she stated, flashing a smile at Drake. “It's time to proceed with our business. Doyle! Go ahead and do your thing to the cell door. I'm sure the officer's have booby-trapped it to zap or blast any who touch it.”

Doyle smirked, as it looked like credit for freeing the boss would go to him, and prepared to shoot the cell door with a Psychic attack.

“Hmmm. Wouldn't do that if I were you.” Onyx advised.

“Pish-tosh. Like these petty police officials would have actually foreseen such an event” The Alakazam scoffed, before shooting the door with his mental energy. The attack hit the door and a sound, like a gong being struck, resonated around the room. The cell door then flashed Pitch Black, though the attack had been Gold in color and, to the surprise of the intruders, Doyle's mental energy shot back out of the door and struck him in the chest; blasting him across the room with an, “Oof!”

“Actually, the 'police official's planned for a lot of things. The door will respond to any Elemental attack or Physical touch. But, the icing on the proverbial cake is that it's voice-activated. It won't open unless the Amp-ed up Anthro tells it to.” Onyx explained, gesturing to the Luxray.

Sauda cast a quick, mostly uninterested glance, at the crumpled form of the Alakazam at the base of the eastern wall of the station. Then she turned her attention back to the Luxray.

“Pretty clever. It seems technology among the force has advanced pretty far without our knowing. Alright, Officer Wench. Let our leader out.” The Flygon commanded.

“What will you do if I decided I don't feel like it?” Shawna asked, with an air of contempt. “Will you kill me?”

“Heaven's no, that wouldn't accomplish a damn thing.” Flygon stated. “We need your voice, and probably a password, to unlock the cell. We'll just beat and torture you until you wish you were dead. We'll probably kill Drake, however. Handsome and rugged as the Dragon Chief is, he really is unnecessary for this part. No offense meant, Sweetie.” Sauda stated, with another cute little smile at the Dragonite.

“I bet you say that to all the 'Mon.” Drake wittily replied.

Flygon tittered. “Oh, you'd be surprised what I say to 'all the-” She was interrupted when she realized that something had been thrown at her. The sudden surprise attack nearly caught her off guard but she side-stepped whatever it was; her training kicking in almost too late. Instead the projectile hit the Nidoking behind her; who hadn't seen it coming and was too slow to move in time regardless. In a flash of red light the Nidoking dissolved into data and disappeared. The item, on the floor where he'd been, didn't move so much as once before a loud locking sound was heard.

~ One down. ~ Shawna thought to herself. ~ Only two left. ~

The rest of Onyx's gang stared in stunned silence at what had just happened, before their caged superior snapped them out of it.

“The Bitch is using Master Balls! Heads up, she's got more!” Onix warned them.

“Drake, I apologize for this in advance.” The Luxray said, looking sadly down at her partner.

“Don't even, Shawna.” The Dragonite warned. “Just do what you gotta do.”

She smiled and gently tapped him with a second Master Ball, 3 of which were bequeathed to all Pokemon-run Police Stations in case of supreme emergency; like if emergency transport was needed for an injured party or if a criminal proved too powerful to subdue. He returned the gesture and quietly went inside.

“Why did she do that to her own team-mate?” The Nidoqueen wondered, quite confused.

“Why do you think?” Suada snapped. “To keep us from taking him hostage. Foolhardy as it is, she obviously plans to fight us. Hurry up and free your mate from that infernal object.”

“Oh no you don't!” The Luxray shouted as she ran at them, her entire body starting to glow.

“Cover your eyes, quick!!” The Flygon shouted, too late. The Luxray's Flash attack filled the room before anyone could respond and Onyx's group was all temporarily blinded. Onyx looked away in time, and growled in annoyance at this turn of events. That blasted cop was picking up the two Master-Balls and putting them in a pocket of her vest, while his would-be liberators were either unconscious or stumbling around in pain, holding their eyes.

Shawna knew her attack was powerful, but also knew it would only last for another moment or so. She had one Master Ball left and needed to take out at least one more enemy with it. Then the sides would be even enough for her to actually stand a chance. Flygon seemed to be the second in command here so, after the still caged Onyx, she deemed her to be the strongest. But first, she turned her attention to the Nidoqueen in front of her. She cocked her fist and brought her right foot behind her; a small tremor issuing from the power building up. Then she punched Ila as hard as she could; sending her flying into the wall near Onyx with a surprised cry.

“Suada! On your left!” Onyx called out.

“The Dragon Hybrid heard his warning at the same time she sensed the attack coming. She deftly dodged to the right and the Master Ball sailed harmlessly past her. She was so gonna pulverize this bitch when she got her vision back.

“Urrgh.... anyone get the ID number of that Tauros?” Doyle groaned as he finally started to wake up. His head was pounding and he was finding it exceptionally hard to concentrate; something he'd never had a problem doing before. As his eyes opened halfway, and he fought to stay conscious, the first thing the Alakazam noticed was the enticing hindquarters of his Flygon Commander shifting around a few feet in front of him. Then it moved to the right and he thought he saw something flying towards him. He recognized it when it hit him in the chest and his final thoughts before being sucked in were; 'Oh, fuck me sideways.'

“She captured Doyle!” Weavile exclaimed, being the first one to regain his sight. He hadn't been too far away from the pokemon and saw him get sucked into the Master Ball moments after waking up. The Flygon whipped around when she heard the clicking sound and vehemently cursed. She hadn't even realized that the Psychic type had been behind her. Her eyesight was finally returning and she looked around for the Anthro, determined to make good on her mental threat.

“Where'd that Bitch go?!” Sauda demanded. Then she saw a blur rush by her. “Xue, heads up!”

Xue was still staring in shock at the Master Ball that contained his crew member when he noticed movement in his peripheral vision. He turned, gleaming white claws swinging forward to impale the Officer mid-Quick Attack, when she turned her dash into a handstand, followed by a forward flip, and ending with the Luxray sitting on the Weavile's shoulders; her slim and fit legs were draped over his back with her powerful thighs, honed for battle after years of training, pressed tight against the villain's neck, and a strong hand on the back of his head forcing his face into her crotch.

“Ummmph!!” Xue grunted in confusion, completely taken by surprise from such an unorthodox attack.

“Well,” Onyx whistled, raising an eyebrow. “That's one you don't see everyday.”

“Tch.” Shawna exclaimed, glaring down at her temporary captive, before going into a back flip. Xue felt the Anthro's grip on him get even tighter and then he was pulled off his feet, and dragged head over heels, to come slamming down hard on his back. He cried out again and tried to rise, but the Officer was straddling him and holding him down.

“I've always hated cops.” Xue complained, as he tried to free himself to no avail. “Get off me!”

“What a coincidence. I've always hated Dark-types.” Shawna growled, baring her fangs. Fangs which had started shimmering with flickering flames as she prepared to bite out his throat. She had never been a fan of killing other pokemon, but officers were permitted to use lethal force in situations like this. Plus, if it was for a Dark-type, she was more than willing to make exceptions.

“Bitch, don't act like you don't see me!” The Flygon's voice called out behind her. She turned around to face her, when an Emerald-tinged hand, the sign of a powerful Dragon Claw being used, shoved itself through her chest. She froze in complete and utter shock and the Flygon smirked at her, triumphantly.

“It seems the poor anthro forgot that she was fighting 3 opponents.” Sauda snickered. “Any one of us can take you out in our sleep, so ignoring one of us can be hazardous to your health. Lucky for you we still need you, so I tried to avoid anything too fatal. You should be thankful.”

“I am thankful. That I didn't forget.” Shawna said, as she exploded into a cloud of smoke.

Sauda backed away, coughing and cursing as the smoke nearly filled her lungs. Why was Substitute such a freakin popular move? Now where did that bloody cop disappear to?

Xue saw the danger before she did. “Sauda, behind you!”

The Flygon whipped around and the Luxray flew at her; her fangs now brimming with an Arctic chill. Before the deadly Ice Fang could get anywhere near her, Sauda countered with another Dragonbreath; the shimmering silver wave flying right at the cops face. Reacting quickly, before she was taken out of this fight, Shawna raised her right hand and formed a golden shield in front of her. The attack hit her Light Screen and forced her back through the air with a grunt.

Ila was standing ready and met her with a savage Dragon Tail. Shawna quickly turned and met the attack, meant to shatter her ribs, with her Light Screen. Her shield shattered and the much weakened attack still proved strong enough to send her flying into her desk. The Luxray nearly collapsed against it; the air knocked out of her.

~ Damn. Maybe fighting against the three of them wasn't the best move. ~

An ominous cracking sound brought her attention back to the fight. The Flygon had slammed her tail into the ground and now the Earth itself was opening up as it raced towards her. Acting quickly she leaped away from the long and narrow Fissure, which would have guaranteed an end to her resistance, before it reached her. Itself it swallowed up her prized desk with an air of deadly finality.

~ I liked that desk.... But, that could have been me and I can't let my guard down. ~

“Fire-Blast!”

Flygon decided to let her fire-flowers blossom and fired a fierce star-shaped tongue of flame at her foe.

“Thunderbolt!”

Ila joined in on the turmoil and threw a tremendous ray of thunder towards her air-born target. By itself it'd do hardly anything against a Thunder-type, but combined with the Fire-Blast it would prove to be more then effective enough. Shawna quickly formed another Substitute; her real self appearing in front of the hallway that led to the medical supplies while her doppelganger took the hit for her and exploded. Though she wasn't as hurt as she would have been, she was still starting to feel fatigued from using two Substitute's; something which always ate up one's own energy.

~ That should provide an ample distraction. And this is my chance to get away and grab a paralyze heal. If I can get Drake back in the fight there's no way they'll win. ~ She thought to herself as she turned and ran down the hallway.

The ceiling above her turned into deadly falling rocks that showered down on the unfortunate Luxray. She jumped back out of the way with a cry, but the Rock Slide completely filled the hallway; making reaching the room beyond all but an impossibility. Before the true horror of this had time to sink in, the officer felt a hand grab hold of her tail.

“Your weak tactics are obvious. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what you were up to and I'm faster then I look. I suggest you give up this ridiculous chase and cooperate before you get hurt more than is necessary. Or did you truly wish for us to beat you so bad that you'd wish you were dead, Officer Wench?”

Shawna growled and turned to attack the Flygon, when she felt the energy start to rush out of her. She fell to her knees with a startled gasp; just now noticing that the hand holding her tail was brimming with green energy.

“Surprised?” Sauda taunted her foe. “Yes, one would be surprised at how much more powerful and effective a Giga Drain is when one is in direct contact with their opponent. About ready to surrender?”

“N-never.” The Officer grunted. “I don't care what you do to me, or if you torture me. I'd never help the likes of you.”

“Really, now? You're sure about that? You don't care what I do to you?” the Flygon purred. Then she held up the Luxray's tail and gave it a long and sensuous lick. The Lightning-type gasped in surprise again as a sensation other then pain made itself known to her.

“Another truth is that pleasure is the last element that a foe expects to feel during a fight plus, depending on the circumstances, it can be a kind of torture in and of itself. And if one doesn't train their tail they'll find out just how sensitive it actually is.”

The Flygon licked her again and the Luxray Anthro found herself biting back moans In spite of things. Her enemy was softly stroking her tail, still keeping up the Giga Drain, and she was fighting off arousal. Dammit, this was the one who paralyzed her mate and the last she wanted to feel this from.

“About ready to cooperate? Or shall I go a bit, further?” Sauda smirked, sliding the end of the tail into her mouth; Shawna's whole form shuddering from the sensation. Sauda gently sucked on her tail, giving it a few more soft and sensual licks, before slipping it back out with a wet pop. Shawna cried out, feeling herself start to get wet down below.

“D-damn...damn you.” The Electric Anthro cursed, glaring over her shoulder at her tormentor. It was then that she noted the metal ceiling over her.

“I...I won't...give up, here.” She stated. Focusing all of her will, she attacked with the strongest Thunder attack she could muster. Sauda flinched at the bright light inches in front of her face, but didn't let go or ease up on her attack. Instead she scoffed and glared down at the Officer.

“Really now, what was that going to accomplish? It may interest you to know that I'm part Ground-type. Even had you used a Zap Cannon in the middle of a Thunder Storm it would have done you no good. You're not really that dense, are you?”

More than half of her energy was now gone, but Shawna still had enough for a laugh; which the Flygon Vice found highly disconcerting.

“Actually, I believe you're the dense one here. You've... now made two assumptions, both of which... are quite costly. The first assumption was thinking that I was aiming... for you with that Thunder attack just now.”

A crackling sound directed the Flygon's attention upward and she saw that the ceiling was now brimming with electricity.

“All that electricity on the metal ceiling here... has worked to magnetize it. Which... is where the other assumption... comes in. The one where you... assumed I'd done nothing at all... to train my tail.”

“Sauda, look out!” The Nidoqueen called from somewhere in the other room.

The Luxray's tail had swiftly taken on a silver sheen as she activated the one attack in her arsenal that was her main weapon against Rock-types. The magnetized ceiling took note of the Officer's now Iron Tail and did what any other heavily magnetized roof would do: sought to bring the two elements closer together. The force was too much for the Flygon's grip and she let go of Shawna, with a cry, before her wrist snapped. As soon as Shawna felt her adversary release her she changed her tail back to normal and charged the Flygon with a mid-air Quick Attack; disappearing momentarily and reappearing just as suddenly past Sauda, leaning forward, with her hand extended to the side. Sauda let out a pained cry and collapsed, holding her side where she was struck. Shawna quickly moved to finish it with an Ice Fang; not wishing to take anymore chances with this one.

“Forget it, Bitch!” Xue cried out, making his presence known with a vicious Night Slash. Shawna moved quickly; blocking the dark-enshrouded claws with another Light Screen and countering with a swift Iron Tail even as the force knocked her back towards the cell containing Onyx. The Iron Tail hit the Weavile around the face and, her Attack status being her best attribute, it knocked him out on the spot. He crumpled against the far wall, much to the others annoyance.

“Damn Wench.” Sauda growled, her wings glowing a familiar sheen of silver as she flew at the Luxray. Shawna quickly countered the Steel Wing with another Iron Tail, but utilizing her prized Speed attribute the Flygon came back with a fierce Dragon Claw. Thinking quickly the Police Vice-Captain charged lightning to her hand and caught the shimmering strike. The two females glared at each other as they fought to press the other back or to get in a clean hit on their adversary. But, neither one gave any ground; their strength seemingly equal. The Flygon scoffed and raised her other hand; enshrouded in ominous green energy. The Luxray fired another Thunder at the space between; the force of which caused an explosion that blew them back from each other.

Shawna was feeling really fatigued now; her vision growing dimmer by the minute and her breath coming out in gasps. To top it off she still had two opponents to deal with, both of which had abilities and natural-born qualities that made her Lightning attacks all but useless. But, there was no time to feel sorry for herself.

“Giga Impact!”

With a grunt Shawna found herself steamrolled by an immense wall of bulky, feminine flesh; Ila slamming into her with a full-bodied charge, carrying her across the room and ramming her into the far wall. Shawna's world exploded in pain and her last conscious thought, before the darkness consumed her, was that she was hit so hard that she was imagining things. She imagined that she'd activated her Ice Fang, imagined that for a second she'd had another female’s breast in her mouth, and imagined that she'd heard a blood-curdling scream. Though, in her imagination, she couldn't tell if the scream was a stranger’s or if it was hers.

~

When Shawna next awoke she noticed three slightly disturbing facts right away. A lot of her injuries from the battle had disappeared. There was a slight taste of blood in her mouth.

Also, she was now naked from the waist down.

She gasped and instinctively tried to cover her exposed genitals as she cast around for her pants; trying to figure out what had happened.

“Looking for these?” Sauda asked, pointing at the blue cargo pants and lacy white panties that made up the removed half of the Police Officer's uniform which was lying at her feet, with a gloved hand.

“Sorry about that,” The Flygon said, not sounding sorry at all. “But, after those Master Balls we had to do a thorough search of your person to be sure you didn't have any other surprises up your sleeves.

The Luxray rushed over towards her clothes, not liking at all being seen like this, but her backside protested and she flinched.

~ Damn, why do I feel so....violated? And what's up with that glove? She always have that? ~

The Dragon-type followed her gaze down to the glove on her hand. “Oh this?” she asked, taking it off and discarding it in a nearby wastebasket. “Sorry, but I had to give you a cavity search. Can't be too careful now, can we? Don't worry, I tried not to enjoy it too much.” She then turned her shed clothes into ash with another Fire Blast.

“You sick, twisted Bitch!” Shawna cried, readying a Quick Attack.

“I wouldn't, Girlie. Not if you wish your boy-toy to remain alive and kicking.” Xue spoke. It was then that Shawna looked around and saw that everyone she'd defeated or captured was now conscious and free.

Including Drake.

Who was looking apologetic as the Weavile was holding him hostage by means of four very sharp and lethal-looking excuses pressed against his neck. All he needed was a reason.

“NOO!! Don't hurt him!”

“All you have to do is unlock our leader and I can promise you that the Dragon lives.” Sauda swore.

“........You promise, that?”

“Of course.”

Drake sighed and closed his eyes. Normally he'd tell Shawna to forget about him and tell these guys to fuck off. But, he already knew his argument would reach deaf ears. There was no way she'd stand there and let him get killed if there was anyway she could prevent it. Even though duty should have come first, in any situation, he couldn't help but admire her for that.

“I'll.....do it. I've no choice but to trust you.” Shawna sighed, slowly making her way towards the cell. She felt utterly defeated. She'd fought against insane odds. She's been mocked, molested, violated, and now embarrassed; having to walk in-between a group of mainly male convicts, to free another one, while her lower half was completely exposed. But, let them look. And let them say what they will. She'd done the best she could under the circumstances and had come close to defeating them, so she held her head high.

The first person she passed was Ila, the Nidoqueen, who's left breast was being groped by the Alakazam, Doyle. No, on closer inspection, he was channeling his Recover energy from his hand through her breast; healing her from what looked like a nasty Ice Fang there.

“You fight well, Madam. It is a shame that we have found ourselves on opposite sides of the line.” Doyle stated, with a disappointed sigh.

“The bitch nearly kills me and you compliment her?!” Ila growled at her distinguished comrade. “Keep moving, you!”

The second person she passed by was Kun, the Nidoking. He glared down at her, his face etched In hatred, that she was sure was caused from the apparent near loss of his mate.

“If you didn't have a job to do, I'd fuck you up big time; not necessarily in a fun way.” He scowled. She shuddered and moved on.

“I've never met a Cop I liked, let alone one who's a DOA fan. Not bad at all, Officer.” Xue snickered.

“Heh. You should see what I can do as Lei Fang.” She said with a small smirk.

The Flygon glared at her as she passed, but just nodded towards the bars. Onyx gave her a look that showed he was impressed that she'd lasted as long as she had, but that he always knew it was an exercise in futility. He leered at her precious orifices and she felt her face turn red.

“Well, Officer Anthro, that certainly was an interesting and amusing song and dance that you led my crew through. But, now that it's all said and done I ask you to hurry and release me. I do have plans for the evening.” He stated, stepping back a few feet. Shawna sneered at him, and then turned her attention to the computer interface to the left of the lock.

“Computer. Voice Recognition Mode. Code number 053.”

There was a short series of beeps and whirs, before a pleasant female voice responded.

“Voice Recognition Mode Activated. Code number accepted. Voice identification complete. Good evening, Officer Shawna.”

“Good evening. Computer. Please unlock the cell #5 of Criminal X Dash P.”

“Command understood, Officer Shawna. Please state the password.”

“Ginger Snaps” Shawna stated, unabashedly. There was another brief moment of whirs and clicks before the computer responded.

“Password accepted, Miss Shawna. However, as Criminal X Dash P is a rank 5 prisoner, considered extremely dangerous, voice confirmation and password are also needed from Police Chief Drake before I can comply.”

“Computer. This is Drake. Code number 054.” The Dragon grunted, still very much a hostage.

“Code number accepted. Voice identification complete. Good Evening, 'Frost-Bite Drake'.”

“Good evening, Nicole. Go ahead and unlock the cell. Password is Sherbet Lemon.”

A third and final series of whirs and beeps was heard in the otherwise silent Police Station.

“Password accepted. Nicole will comply. Opening cell of Criminal X-P: Code name Onyx.”

With an Ill-boding whoosh the cell door of the Tyranitar, Onyx, unlocked and swung open.

~

[ Ivory Inn – 20 Minutes ago ]

“Erebus? Era! Hey, Era! Over here!” Ember waved.

The Limo had pulled alongside the Ivory Inn's entrance, being far too long to park in the lot even if space had been available. Era and Vol had just climbed out and were thanking the driver when a voice had called out. Era looked over and waved back at the Quilava. Vol leaned down and addressed the Machamp Driver.

“Thanks for the lift! I'm sure you had a much better evening planned then driving us around.”

“Ha ha. Hey, it's what I get paid for and I don't often have complaints about my job.” He admitted.

“Really? Wow, my Mother complains all the time. It'd be great if there were more people like you.”

“Oh, I can say there are a fair few who share my views. Ha ha. Will that be all then, Miss?”

“Yep, that should do it. Oh wait, will you be back to pick us up?” Vol quickly asked.

“Ah, no need to worry.” The Machamp assured her. “Even if you don't see me again, I'll make sure you and your friend are taken care of.” He said, with a wink.

Vol smiled and thanked him again, as he wished her an eventual night, tipped his hat and pulled off into the night.

~ Oh, yes. Taken care of indeed. ~ The Machamp thought to himself.

~

Ember and his date were waiting for the unlikely couple at the end of the pristine-white walkway that marked the entrance to the Ivory Inn; where most major celebrations, dances, and even weddings had been known to occur. It was a very popular building and Era had always admired how well they maintained it.

Ember and Bella were regular Pokemon and as such didn't have to wear clothes like Anthro's did. But, Ember had on a black bow tie to mark the occasion, while Bella had on a pink corsage. Era didn't think she'd be a fan of fake or dead flowers, but then he realized she was probably using her own life force to sustain it.

“Era! I didn't think you were coming after...you know, what she did. But, its sweet you could make it.” Ember said, with all honesty. He'd stopped being jealous of Era and Miss Su after Bella decided to make their one-time thing a little more permanent. Of course, Miss Su seeming to want nothing more to do with Era had helped somewhat.

Bella greeted Vol warmly, having seen her in the School Halls a few times though never having really spoke to her. But, she blushed when she looked at Era, having yet to get over her crush on him. His sexy attire only did more to whet her appetite. Era frowned at the Bellosom, wondering what that gaze had been about. Having been with various females in his time he could easily tell when one was looking at him with lust on their minds. He supposed it was probably because of the scene in Sex-Ed the other day and knew he couldn't really blame her. He'd never really looked at her before, but she was pretty cute. If she wasn't with Ember and he wasn't done with love... He shook his head, telling himself those thoughts would get him nowhere.

“I didn't think I would either, but Madam Vol here convinced me.” He said, nodding to his date.

“Ah, yes, I remember it like it happened yesterday. It all started when he was looking at my breasts.” Vol mused.

Era nearly fell over. “I was not looking at your – Urgh, I give up!”

They all had a laugh over that, which was a bit of a surprise to the fire-hound. He and the other couple had never been all that close with each other; it usually being a ‘hi’ or a wave in the hallway or at the beginning of class and then they'd go their own ways. They'd never joined in any of the 'Tyranitar Games' but they'd never lent a hand either.

On either side of them the other students were filing into the building and the ones that Era recognized from Sex Ed noticed him and waved, patted him on the back, and were just down-right friendly. He also noticed that a lot of them were paired together when he was sure that just a couple of days ago they'd all been single. Did they somehow blame him for their good fortune and were now befriending him for it? Yeah sure, what were the odds of that?

Vol wasn't in Era's class and had only met him yesterday, so she hadn't noticed anything odd. She did notice that it was winter out here and both she and Bella, having the misfortune of not having internal fire sacs, were starting to shiver up a storm.

“Not to be cold, even though I am, but how about we continue this inside the nice warm building?” She cheerfully asked, though her smile didn't quite reach her eyes.

“Y-yes Ma'am!” The boys yelped.

~

“Tickets! Tickets, please! Present you dance tickets over here, please!” The voice of Miss Su called out, as the four entered the building.

The party had started 20 minutes ago and was already in full swing. The Absol Anthro and Sex-Ed Teacher was behind a desk in the Lobby, in front of a set of Double Doors. The doors were open and behind her they could see people already moving and grooving on the Dance Floor while a DJ busted out rhymes. It was a bit surprising to the others as these school events usually lingered on the dull side, but it actually looked like people were having fun in there.

Another couple showed their tickets to Miss Su and left, allowing Era and his group to walk up to the table. The teacher smiled when she saw them approach, but started when she noticed Era.

“Oh, um....Erebus. I'm glad you're here. We should, um...talk about....class yesterday.” She gushed, blushing heavily. “ I- I don't want you to get the wrong idea about me or anything. I'm usually not like that and I really.....really don't know what came over me.”

Ember silently snickered something about knowing exactly what 'came' over her, but the Absol heard him and smacked him with a ruler he hadn't noticed she had.

“You watch your mouth when there are ladies present, young man.” She scolded him, keeping her weapon handy in case it needed more use.

“Wait, what?” Vol asked, looking between them, confused.

Ember glanced at her in disbelief, as though he thought she was joking. Then his eyes lit up in realization.

“Oh that's right! Vol, right? You're not in our Sex-Ed class so you probably had no idea. Thing is, Miss Su and Era here-”

“Do try and keep your voice down, Mr. Ember. I really don't need or want the whole dance knowing.” Miss Su interjected, half wanting to go find a rock somewhere to crawl under. Ember blushed and looked embarrassed.

“Yeah. My bad, Teach.” He said, more quietly. “Anyways, these two gave the whole class a live-action demonstration on enough foreplay to fill a Karma Sutra! It was amazing and the class is still talking about it whenever they get a chance!”

Era was looking like he would rather be anywhere else right now, but he noticed Vol's look of disbelief and answered her unasked question.

“No, he's not kidding, lying, or mistaken. That... did all really happen. For the record, I'd like to say I was coerced into that coupling.” He replied, still remembering that painful technique of hers.

“B-but-” Vol sputtered. “Isn't that illegal or something? Why would a teacher-?!”

“I don't know! I really and truly don't know why I did that. It was the first time I've ever done that, to a student, or in front of a crowd.” The Absol moaned.

“Wait, that was really the first time you'd done something like that?” Era asked.

“Definitely. I mean...I'd thought about it, once or twice in the past. Who doesn't have their wild fantasies from time to time? But I never would have actually done it. I just remember being incredibly frustrated when I found out that the Blaziken I'd originally hired for the demonstration had suddenly taken ill. Then, for some reason it occurred to me that giving it myself was...the right thing to do. Like a suggestion had been placed in my head, but it was one that I agreed with deep down, you know? Heh, look at me acting like a Psychology teacher.” Miss Su said.

Ember, Bella, and Era snickered a bit at that, but Vol stared at the teacher with a confused look on her face.

“A.....suggestion...placed in your....” She quietly repeated.

Era heard her and looked at the Persian with concern.

“You okay, Vol?” he asked.

The Persian morph shook herself out of her stupor and looked at him with a smile. “Moi? Oh yeah, don't mind me. I'm fine. I was just thinking to myself.”

Era decided she was being truthful and turned back to his teacher.

“So...is this why you wouldn't even look at me in class today? Out of embarrassment or something? I was starting to think-”

“What? That you were terrible? That you sucked?” The Absol guessed. “No, you didn't suck Erebus. ….Far from it. But, I'm your teacher and I can't just go about parading things like that. I didn't mean for it to happen, and it definitely can't happen again. Even though it...did happen, we've just got to go on with our lives and forget that it ever happened. Understand?”

“Um..yeah. Never happened. I think I got it.” Era nodded.

“And now I have a question for you, Erebus.” The Absol stated, with a look of such absolute seriousness that Era flinched. “......Did I suck?”

All four of them anime fell. “Of course you didn't suck!” Era cried, picking himself back up.

“Oh good!” The teacher said, sounding relieved, as she took their tickets. “I may teach this stuff but it’s actually been awhile and I'm a little rusty.”

Vol had a small coughing fit that sounded both a little forced and a little faked.

“What? Need a drink of water, or are you just jealous?” Era asked her, teasingly.

“No, I'm not jealous!” Vol screamed, then blushed when she realized how needlessly loud she was being. “I am kind of thirsty though, so we should get going.”

Era and the group were about to leave when Miss Su spoke up again.

“Oh, um, Erebus? This might seem like a strange inquiry but after Class yesterday I couldn't find my, um...panties anywhere. They were Midnight Black Silk and they should've been with the... rest of my clothes..., but I looked all over and they were nowhere to be seen. Have you...seen them at all?” She asked, a fierce blush dotting her face.

Era blushed too, at the idea of her walking around school and teaching classes the rest of the day with no panties on. But, he shook his head no.

“Sorry, I haven't seen any underwear lying around, Miss Su.” He shrugged.

Vol and Bella said pretty much the same thing, causing the Absol to frown.

“That is so strange. I've asked almost everyone in class and no one knew anything. But, they couldn't have just wandered off.” Out of the corner of her eye she noticed Ember nonchalantly heading for the dance hall and realized he hadn't said anything yet.”

“Ember, you haven't seen anything, have-”

“I wasn't sniffing them!” He suddenly blurted out, ducking like cornered prey waiting for the blow that would end their existence. Miss Su stared at him, blinking, and said, “Pardon?”

Ember stood back up and looked around at the astonished faces of the others, with an extremely guilty look on his face.

“Um.....who we talking about again?” He asked.

His teacher glared at him and he gulped, shrinking back from her gaze.

“Do you mean to tell me that after class ended you stole my panties off the floor and took them home... so you could sniff them?”

“Um....kind of?” He squeaked. “I might have, uh...licked them a bit too.”

She gave him a cold and steely glare that he quailed under. She looked like she was struggling really hard not to cause him some sort of bodily harm, or at the least, not give him a week's worth of detentions.

“........Can I just have them back now?”

“Um...they smelled and tasted.. really good. So..after I sniffed... and licked them I kinda, um.... ate them.”

“You did what?!” The Absol screeched. “Those were my favorite pair of underwear, you sick and depraved boy! Do you have any idea what they cost?!” She cried, lunging at him. He eeped and ran away from her; ducking down behind Bella.

“Help me.” He pleaded, looking at his crazed teacher with fear.

Miss Su marched over to Bella and addressed the one who was blocking her from her target.

“I'm sorry, Bella, but I need to borrow your date for a bit. He needs to be punished for his depravities and for lack of proper respect for other peoples properties.”

Ember waited for Bella to defend him. To tell the Teacher that no one threatened her man and that she would have to punish them together, as there was no way she would just hand him over.

“Feel free.”

“You Traitor!” Ember accused, as Miss Su dragged him off; getting a teacher to replace her at the check-in desk.

“Don't you 'traitor' me!” Bella said to the Quilava. “You shouldn't have been sniffing some other woman's lingerie! If you were really that depraved why didn't you just ask for a pair of my panties?”

“Feh. What panties?” the fire-type countered.

“I heard that!” the Bellosom snapped. “Just for that, I'm coming to watch!” She declared, marching off after them.

“Please, Miss Su, have Mercy.” Ember begged.

“Mercy my foot! You're giving me my panties back If I have to reach down your throat!”

Vol and Era laughed at the scene and went into the Dance Hall.

~

For a school dance it wasn't bad at all. The DJ had put on Mr. Cheeks 'Lights, Camera, Action' and the students and even some of the Teacher's were rocking out to it on the dance floor. Ember didn't know them all by name, but he recognized the female Marowak who taught Psychology, The male Empoleon who taught English and Speech, a female Roserade in charge of Biology, and the new Head Chef, an Emboar named Mr. Pig. Era couldn't help but raise an eyebrow, as the Roserade successfully performed a dance move he figured would be illegal at this school.

“The decorations aren't bad this year, surprisingly.” Vol commented, snapping him out of it.

He had to admit she had a point. The Black, White, and Red streamers dotting the walls and ceiling gave the room a kind of Gothic spin that made the dance far less girly then one would expect. There wasn't a single heart-shaped balloon or Charlie Brown Themed Card to be found, although the tables were still decorated with Red or White Roses in vases for one.

It was cool and classy, but the Buffet Tables were far more impressive.

Era swiftly made his way over to the drinks section and happily grabbed a glass of Oran Berry Juice. They also had packets of Hot Chocolate with Steaming Water, dispensers for Sweet and Unsweetened Tea, Coffee with Saucers of Milk and Cream available, and Fresh Mountain Water in ice which Vol grabbed a bottle of. They silently sipped their respective drinks while eying the rest of the 4-foot long buffet.

A Group of Far-fetched were rotating heated pans of Pepperoni and Leek Pizza, dripping cheese. There were steaming bowls of Onion, Potato, and Chicken Noodle Soup. A platter loaded with greasy looking Cheeseburgers with a wide variety of toppings arraigned. Baskets of Fish and Chips with Tartar Sauce and Ketchup, Bins of Buttered Rolls and Biscuits, Salad w/Croutons for the health conscious as well as Chips and Dips for the more finicky.

The main dish was a strange sort of Pasta and Spinach Dish topped with steamed tomatoes. Some of the more brave and open-minded students and teachers were gathering up their courage to try it.

The Dessert Table looked especially appealing. There was a large basket overflowing with assorted and delectable looking berries, including one or two Sitrus that Era was more than tempted to take for himself. There were also blocks of the Old Chateau's famous Old Geatue. There was another basket of Era's favorite Lava Cookies. Though, ever since the break-up, his feelings toward them had been a bit bittersweet at best.

There were also two stands with decently long lines leading up to them and the couple walked over to get a better look. The stand on the left had a male Haxorus selling the rare Rage Candy-bars. Era had always wanted to try one, but quickly noted that there was no way he'd be able to afford the advertised price. The stand on the right had a female Anthro Zebstrika and she seemed to be selling Casteliacones.

“Why in Ho-Oh's name would anyone be selling Ice-Cream or other such frozen desserts in Winter?” Vol asked, looking confused. Era just shook his head.

“I agree that it makes little sense to me. Especially as rumor has it that these cones are pretty much never sold in Winter.”

The Krookodile at the end of the line noticed them and turned around.

“Huh?” He asked. “Oh, here you can buy the dessert that everyone in Castelia City is talking about. But, it looks like I got the last one. They're sold out for today! Try again on a different day!”

“Dammit, that's what I always hear whenever I see one of these stands! If they're going to sell the bloody things then why don't they ever bring enough for everyone?” Era cursed.

“Wait a minute.” Vol interjected. “If they're sold out then what's this line for?”

“.....Because now Lady Z up there is handing out signed photos and she's hot.” The Ground and Dark Hybrid stated, looking Vol over like she was incredibly dense before turning back around.

“You little-!” Vol started, marching forward with a raised fist. Era held her back.

“Whoa, whoa now, just ignore him.” He insisted, steering her back over towards the drink table.

“Vol? Is that you, Vol? My my, I must say that I never fancied seeing you here tonight.” A smooth voice drawled.

The Cat and Dog pair turned towards the source of the voice and raised an eyebrow. Era saw a lean, purple-skinned cat with a tanned upper and lower torso. A long tail, somewhere between pointy and curly, was protruding from his lower back. He hadn't seen this species too often, but believed it was a Liepard. The spotted, Leopard-like Anthro was about a head taller than the Houndoom and, judging by his appearance and demeanor, he was quite rich.

Vol saw her Ex-boyfriend.

Era glanced once at Vol and instantly identified the guy; who was staring haughtily at them through a monocle. So this was the jerk who left Vol when she refused to put out. He probably thought that, since he was wealthy, he could have any girl he wanted and so there was no reason to wait. 'Mon like that really rubbed Era the wrong way and he stared at the cat, whom was casually sipping a cup of cream, and wondered why the God's made people like that.

~

[ Outside The Inn ]

The Lucario, known as Cu, sneezed violently. It felt like someone had just questioned the God's with quite a bit of anger in their hearts and it had sent a bit of a chill down the Love God's spine.

But, as most God's typically felt as much by their second cup of Coffee in the morning, he just shrugged it off.

Cu was currently behind the Driver's seat of an out-of-service bus in the Hotel's back-lot. He was even wearing the uniform, which was one he'd hardly think that the ladies would find appealing. In his lap was a large and ancient tome, dusty and aged like a fine wine; a half-drunk goblet of which could be seen in the Lucario's left hand. The book was filled with the names, pictures, and data of anyone who'd ever prayed to Cu or who's love-life he'd taken a personal hand in.

The current page displayed was Era's and the God of Love was pleased to see that his 'Heart Meter', representing his feelings of Love, Lust, and Romance, was more than half full. Which meant his plan was working, thus far. He'd just been back from visiting Erebus's online friends, in one form or another. Looking at their own meter's, he was pleased to say that he liked what he saw. Just a little more and -

Sensing someone approaching he quickly banished the tome and drink.

~ Tch! Interruptions. ~ He thought to himself, turning his intense gaze to the bus doors.

He pulled the lever to open the doors, a hair's breath after someone lightly knocked on it. The Glaceon Anthro on the other side jumped, and something shiny fell out of her pocket. Cu gave her attire of a maroon mini-skirt and pink V-neck shirt a skeptical look. Even for an Ice-type he found her extremely under-dressed for this winter weather. She was also wearing a black vest, but it was pretty thin. He wasn't at all surprised to see her shivering.

“Evening.” He said, in a Gentleman's voice. “Can I help you?”

The Glaceon shook off her shock and stared up at the Fighting-Steel hybrid.

“Yeah, can I get on?” She asked, just managing to keep her voice from shaking.

“I'm out of service.” He stated, shaking his head.

“I know.” The Glaceon replied. “I don't want to go anywhere or anything, I just wanted to...sit down somewhere for a bit. My ride won't be here for awhile and I'd rather not go back in there. Also it's cold.”

“It's....cold.” Cu repeated, a teasing edge easily being seen in his voice. “Cold...Cold...You Do realize-”

“Yes, I do realize I'm an Ice-type!” The female snapped. “And yeah, I also realize that even for an Ice-type I'm under-dressed! Look, the truth is I only recently evolved and I'm not really used to this form yet. I thought this would be enough, but that was proven wrong almost as soon as I stepped out the door. But, since I was already running late for this dance, I only had time to grab this vest. And...”

“You're not wearing panties.” Cu finished, causing the Glaceon to gasp.

“H-how....how did you-?!”

“Your Aura.” The God explained, in all seriousness. “If one is versed enough in the art then they can read one's aura, which is almost like reading one's mind and, as you've said, you only recently evolved into your current and lovely form. So it's no real surprise that your own aura is fluctuating quite wildly; making it no trouble at all for, say, any random Lucario to read it.”

“Unless I'm mistaken, the increasingly cold air has made your lack of under-attire ever more present in your mind for quite a while now. Yet, it was a practical decision on your part, as you were hoping to meet a...love interest tonight at the Dance.” Cu guessed.

“My Boyfriend.” She said, with a sigh. “He was supposed to meet me here for a bit of dancing and mingling and later he would pay for a room for the night where we could, um, unwind. He canceled at the last minute though, saying something came up. Most likely he just got cold feet.”

“What male would get cold feet at the chance to..... unless, you intimidate him somehow.”

“I did nothing that could be classified as intimidating!” The Icy Eon vehemently cried.

“It's none of my business, anyway.” The Lucario said, hands raised in a gesture of surrender. “By the way you dropped something.”

The Glaceon looked to where he was pointing and blushed, quickly bending down and pocketing the hand-cuffs that had fallen out.

“Um...thanks.” She muttered, looking away.

“Don't mention it. Ah, yes, you wanted to get on the bus. Sadly, unless it's a life-or-death situation, the only people allowed on the bus is the driver and the passengers. Regulations. If you want to get on then fare is $1” He explained.

She frowned and started searching around in her pockets, muttering about The Man's regulations and where he could shove his fees.

“Um.....I don't have any money.” She said, sheepishly. “I didn't think I needed my wallet tonight, so I left it behind.”

“You should never leave your wallet behind.” He chided her. “What if you got hit on the head and lost your memory? Your wallet could be the only clue to your name. By the way-”

“Krystal.” She said, in answer to his coming question.

“Charmed to meet you, Lady Krystal. I'm known as Cu.”

The God of Love sighed, leaning back in his chair as he contemplated what to do next.

“Lift up your skirt.” He suddenly demanded.

“Excuse me?!” The Glaceon screeched, looking at him like he'd gone mad.

“I can spot you the dollar to board the bus. But, that means you'd owe me instead of the company.” He clarified. “And I'd like to see what it is your boyfriend is turning down. It's not like I'm asking to sleep with you.”

“That doesn't make it any better! There's no way I'm doing that, I don't even know you!” She insisted.

“True.” He agreed, with a shrug. “But, it's either that or you have to go back to the dance and continue feeling awkward; hoping a breeze doesn't flip up your skirt in front of everyone. Actually, I'm surprised you weren't thinking of that before you left your house.”

The Anthro opened her mouth to argue some more and found she had run out of things to say. He actually had a really good point. Still, just asking some girl you just met to flash you! To show off her goodies! Only perverts or creeps do that kind of thing.

~ Well, it's not like my Mate wanted to see them tonight. ~ The more bitter part of her psyche chimed in. ~ This guy doesn't seem half bad and he'd probably appreciate the privilege a lot more. Isn't that what all women want? ~

The Ice-type sighed in defeat, knowing she'd never win this argument against herself as she'd yet to win one in the past. She blushed and slowly grabbed the hem of her skirt.

“You...you really just want to look?” She sheepishly asked, looking into his eyes.

“Cross my heart.” He promised, folding his hands neatly and pointedly in his lap, giving her his full attention. “I don't touch unless I'm directly asked to.”

The Glaceon fem nodded, convinced, and then slowly lifted the edge of her skirt. The Lucario looked on, entranced, as more and more of the Icy Eon's sexy slit was revealed until her entire vulva was on display. The Glaceon stood there, blushing with her skirt raised, as he stared intently at her exposed cunt with an unreadable expression. For some reason she felt nervous, as if whether the Lucario liked what he saw would be the deciding factor as to if anyone else would ever like the same.

“W-well?” She nervously asked.

“You truly are lovely.” He stated with complete sincerity, causing her to blush even deeper. “Those clean-shaven, pale-blue lips and shyly peeking clit would invite anyone to tease and caress them.”

She smiled at his compliment, actually feeling warm inside as she let her skirt drop. Her boyfriend had never hesitated to tell her he loved her, but she couldn't remember him ever making a direct comment on her body. As embarrassing as this scenario was she also found it to be quite flattering. That didn't stop her from gulping when the bus driver motioned for her to turn around.

She didn't think she'd ever felt so flushed as she faced away from him and lifted her skirt up again; bending over slightly to put her ass on full display to his eager eyes. Her mate had hardly ever given much attention to her rump so she'd figured that men in general were all about the breasts and pussy. But, she didn't have to look into this one's eyes to know that he appreciated every aspect of the females’ body. The Anthro was glad he couldn't see her vagina fully anymore, as she was starting to get wet.

“It's just as I thought. You have a very sexy bottom as well. Those plump buttocks, framing a cutely winking tail-hole and oh-so-squeezable tail, should make any male want to bury his face between those cheeks.” Cu stated, as he finished his examination.

“W-what?!” She stammered, almost falling over as she found his statement to be somewhere between alluring and scandalous.

“I'm serious.” The Lucario assured her; allowing the blushing Eon to board the bus. “Even if you were a bit intimidating in bed, which is still really none of my business, I don't think your boyfriend truly appreciates what he has. If I were him, I'd try a lot harder to get over my shortcomings if it meant being able to mate with my lovely partner.”

“Well....um....thank you.” She said, with a small smile, still unbelieving of what she just did.

“No, thank you. It's not often I get to see such a sexy Glaceon in all her glory and I truly appreciated the view. I'll admit that I almost asked to see the other half of the equation, but I'm too much of a gentleman to have even an Ice-type strip down in this weather.” He admitted, with a wink.

The Eon practically cursed herself as that damnable blush came flying back. “A Bus Driver who's also a Gentleman, yet likes to be flashed by other men's women? Who are you, really?”

“Hmmmm. Would you believe......Cupid?”

~

[ Dance Hall ]

“What are you doing here, Wulf?” Vol asked of her ex, crossing her arms under her chest in a way that Era was coming to love.

“Now, why else would I be here? For the dance, of course!” The Liepard coolly answered, in the most obnoxious voice Era had ever heard. “We were supposed to come here together, were we not? That was the arrangement we made not even a week ago. I was going to pick you up, but found out that you'd already made other arrangement's.”

Vol blushed at the look of seriousness on Wulf's face. Had he really come back for her?

“R-r-really?” She questioned him, with a look that could only be described as hopeful. “You really wanted to get back together?”

“Oh, Heaven's no!” The Persian's Ex laughed, in a loud and crisp way. “I dumped YOU, remember? I'm not the kind of guy to go rooting around in the trash for something he's thrown away. That look on your face was priceless, though, thank you. God's, if only you'd been that easy in the important way.”

“What the hell is your problem?!” Era demanded, as Vol was now practically in tears.

The rich Anthro sniffed at Era, like it was far beneath him to even address the dog.

“Just because you're the new guy she latched on to doesn't make my affairs any of your business.”

“What?” The Houndoom asked, confused.

“Oh, she didn't tell you much about us, did she?” Wulf practically purred, ignoring the look in her eyes. “Let's see.... If I remember correctly it was a few months ago. I was wandering by and saw Miss Vol sitting by her lonesome on a park bench. She was glancing shyly over at a group of boys playing sports, as if hoping one of them would notice or acknowledge her. Really quite pathetic now that I think about it.”

Era was growling lowly, but Wulf smirked and continued.

“I admit I found her to, quite possibly, be the prettiest kitty besides yours truly that I'd ever met. So I approached her, playing the part of the wealthy gentleman which is at least half-right, and asked her out. She seemed ecstatic to finally have a chance at love so she was more than happy to except. So we went out a few times and before long she was introducing me to her friends as her boyfriend.”

“Now I let her carry on, but in truth I was hardly looking for anything permanent. I just wanted to get between her legs.” Wulf stated, with a chuckle, taking another sip of his drink. “I firmly believe that women, like money, are merely a means to an end. I never stayed with one female for too long and after I'd convinced the Persian to screw me a few times I'd have left her without a single backwards glance.”

Era didn't think he'd ever seen someone look as hurt, heartbroken, and like they were cursing themselves for their own stupidity as his date was currently looking. At the same time, Vol didn't think she'd ever see someone as ready to strangle another as her date was currently looking. Wulf didn't bat an eye at their expressions, however, as he turned to glare at the She-Cat.

“But, she never did drop her drawers for me. No matter how many times I touched or teased her, no matter how thick I laid on the compliments and flattery; her looks, her hair, her clothes, no matter how many times I practically begged her to sleep with me, she refused! Me? Beg for a woman to strip down and crawl into my bed? Ridiculous! She kept insisting she wasn't ready, she was too nervous, it wasn't the right time! I figured at first she was just playing hard to get, refused to believe that one with her looks could still be a virgin despite her naivete. When I realized the truth I was quick, and happy, to cut my losses and leave. But, she was the first and so far only woman I've not been able to sleep with when I desired it. She hurt my pride, the one thing my money can't buy, and I decided to come here today in order to hurt her. That, sir, is my problem!” Wulf finished, growling himself.

“You Son of a Bitch!” Era snarled, grabbing the neck of the cat's white tuxedo in his fists. As soon as he did, however, an electric shock ran from the suit through his system. Era screamed in pain and fell back, having been forced to let go. Vol ran over to him in concern, and started checking his hands for any serious injury.

“As you can see, Erebus, I am quite capable of handling myself, even without a gaggle of bodyguards present. All of my clothes have built in safety features keeping anyone from touching me without my permission and clothes, though as expensive as both bodyguards and women, are a lot more useful in my eyes. And, don't be surprised that I knew your name. Erebus the Houndoom Anthro? The Dog of a dozen Bitches? Your reputation precedes you and some of your more jealous Ex's have spread some nasty rumors in their time. I'd know, I've slept with a lot of them. You and me are a lot more alike then I'd care to admit.”

He laughed at the expression on their faces as he took his leave.

“I think you two deserve each other. Though, I'll waste a bit more of my valuable time and offer some friendly advice. If you were hoping to get between that one's legs anytime soon, then you are most certainly 'barking' up the wrong tree.”