Story Notes:
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Loyalty Knows No Bounds
"You've spent your whole life running and running, trying to catch up with something that has never been there for you. And all you've done is go farther and farther away from the precious love that's been waiting for you all the time."
Dax had once considered himself a Pokémon Trainer. In his younger days, he had left home a fresh-faced youth of thirteen with his mistrustful Buneary, Cream, reluctantly at his side. Full of hopes and dreams for a bright and long future in the career he had chosen for himself, he had traveled to many places in search of opponents. Cream had started off disliking Dax, but she had grown to enjoy his company as his skill as a trainer had become apparent. He now counted her his closest friend. Along the way, they had been joined by Daisy, a female Ralts. It had been Daisy who had brought Dax and Cream closer together. Her telepathic abilities had been of great help in aiding his understanding of what Cream was saying (a human, after all, cannot speak the pokémon tongue).
The three of them, Dax, Cream, and Daisy, had journeyed all over the Sinnoh and Hoenn regions, battling their way through sixteen gyms, entering Pokémon Contests, and seeing everything that the world had to offer. Dax had watched Cream grow from a tiny, hateful little Buneary to a strong, fiercely loyal Lopunny. Likewise, Daisy had matured from the relatively powerless Ralts to a graceful and extremely capable Gardevoir. Before his eighteenth birthday, Dax's name was being whispered of in the far-off Kanto and Johto regions, and his pokémon duo was the talk of the Sinnoh and Hoenn leagues. He was able to make a much more than comfortable living from his training lifestyle, and his fame could only go up after he had come within a hair's breadth of conquering the Elite Four and becoming the new Champion, nearly toppling the reign of the famed Cynthia.
And then, suddenly, something changed. Dax lost the love for the game. He couldn't have explained it (although the critics on the Training News Reports tried to), but for some reason being a trainer had lost its luster. It wasn't the thrill of battle; that had always stayed the same. Nothing made Dax feel more alive than fighting a strong opponent and almost, almost, conceding defeat, only to come back and win it. His pokémon weren't the problem either, far from it. He could not have asked for better friends than Cream and Daisy. No, if he absolutely had to put it into words, Dax would have had to say that after nearly fifteen years of his career as a Pokémon Trainer, he had simply not found...fulfillment.
Dax could feel deep inside himself that this wasn't what he was looking for. There was a hole inside of him. He was missing something. He didn't know what it was, but he knew that it was important. His pokémon had tried to console him, tried to bring him out of his funk, but in the end, at the young age of twenty-eight, Dax called it quits. He retired. Nobody could believe it. The brightest star of pokémon culture since the great Professor Oak had begun his legacy of study had thrown in the towel. Dax himself had found it nearly unbelievable. He had spent his entire childhood looking forward to the kind of life he had been living, and it seemed inconceivable that it would ever come to an end.
But end it did. He knew it was the right decision. Dax turned in his trainer's license and purchased a modest home on the quiet outskirts of Floarama Town in Sinnoh, a pretty, two-story house that was perfect for Cream and Daisy. His savings from his successful, financially at least, time as a trainer were enough for him to live well into old age. He also had several endorsement deals with various pokémon supply companies that furnished him with a steady income, ensuring that he and his loyal pokémon would not want for anything. Dax turned to a tranquil life of reflecting and looking back on his past, in the hopes of discovering that elusive thing that would complete him.
This is where we find him now...
The sun was nearly set when Dax arrived back home. He was tired from a day of hiking around the hills surrounding Floarama Town and wanted nothing more than to just collapse onto his couch and relax for the whole evening, which was exactly what he planned on doing. It had been a year nearly to the day since his retirement, and although he had enjoyed his new lifestyle, he felt like he was no closer to his goal of discovering what his life was missing than when he had started.
Perhaps retiring isn't enough, he thought, as he turned the doorknob. Maybe I need to actually get out there and do...something. Dax sighed and opened the door. He walked in and slipped his shoes off. "I'm back!"
A familiar thumping noise sounded from inside the house, growing louder as the source moved closer to the front door. Like a flash, startling him even though it had become a daily occurrence, Cream came bounding into the foyer and catapulted herself at Dax. He caught the Lopunny just in time to prevent her from sending him right back out the door again. Her floppy brown ears, capped by the fluffy, cream-colored fur that had given her the name Dax had chosen, slapped him in the face as she smelled him, curious about where he had been during the day. She chattered happily at her master's return.
"Okay, take it easy," Dax said, pushing Cream down. "I'm happy to see you, too." He moved past Cream and into the house itself. The rabbit pokémon followed him as he went to his living room and sat heavily down on the couch. The door leading from the living room into the kitchen was ajar, and a wonderful smell was wafting out from it. "Something smells delicious."
From the kitchen flowed another pokémon. This one's dainty and fragile appearance belied her inner strength and domineering personality. Daisy was a Gardevoir, one of the strongest of Psychic-type pokémon and Dax's "communication link" with Cream. Already wearing the flowing, white gown customary for her species, Daisy also wore an apron. On the frequent days when Dax took to hiking, Daisy assumed the role of house mother, and did the cooking for all three of them. In the last year, she had become quite good at it.
*Welcome home, Dax,* Daisy said. Rather than speaking audibly, she communicated with him telepathically. *I'm glad you're finally back. Cream has been most insufferable today. She wouldn't stop asking when you'd return.*
"Daisy, don't be like that," Dax admonished her. "Cream spent fifteen years used to me being around constantly. She's had to make an adjustment and it's still hard for her."
Daisy sniffed. *Hm, well, I suppose.* She turned away. *In any case, dinner is nearly ready. Just give me ten more minutes and we can eat.* The Gardevoir disappeared back into the kitchen.
Dax let himself sink back into the couch cushions, allowing his fatigue to nibble away at the edges of his consciousness just a bit. The television was on, and he looked at the screen without really watching it. Cream must have had it on just before he got back. She had gotten rather addicted to it since they'd moved in, and lately he'd been trying to keep her away from it. The Lopunny's ears had a tendency to fly up when she got really into a program, and that led to more than a few broken things. Dax had replaced that lamp next to the couch more than a few times now...
*Dax...Dax, wake up.*
Dax's eyelids fluttered, and he quickly sat up. He looked around, confused, for several seconds, trying to figure out where the voice had come from. He finally looked through the kitchen door. Cream and Daisy were both sitting at the table, waiting for him.
*We've been ready for about twenty minutes,* Daisy said. *Perhaps you'd like to join us?*
Cream was bouncing up and down impatiently in her chair. She said something that sounded very testy, and Daisy laughed.
*Cream seems to think that you're growing slow in your retirement,* she said.
Smiling sheepishly, Dax hauled himself out of the couch and started into the kitchen. "Sorry, ladies," he said. "That couch gets real comfortable, you know."
Later that night, while he was asleep in his bed, Dax had a strange dream. He was in a time back when he was still a trainer. Looking around at his surroundings, he realized that he was in the Petalburg City Gym. He was back in the battle with the gym's leader, Norman. Daisy was standing next to him just as she had back then, while Cream was up front tangling with Norman's Vigoroth.
The battle was very heated. The two Normal-types were fairly evenly-matched. Norman's Vigoroth was keeping Cream on her toes with its sheer speed and ferocity, but Cream held her own with the Fighting-type moves that she had learned. Dax watched while Vigoroth fired off Slash attacks at Cream. Taking the attacks on her upper arms, Cream guarded her vital areas and waited for an opportunity to strike. Norman was shouting encouragement at his pokémon, and Dax did the same for his Lopunny.
Finally, Cream found her opening. Her opponent paused for a second to ready a Focus Punch. She drew upon all of the energy that she possessed inside of herself and unleashed her most powerful attack, Focus Blast, upon the concentrating Vigoroth. Both Norman and his pokémon were caught completely off-guard. Cream's attack hit at full-force, slamming her opponent off of its feet and propelling it across the gym's floor. It came to rest nearly fifty feet from where it had been standing and lay still, its fur still rustling from the residual energy of the blast.
A bell sounded, signaling that the match had ended. Dax jumped in the air, a shout of victory on his lips, which strangely made no sound in his dream. Norman returned his pokémon to its ball, disbelief at his loss still clinging to his face. Dax strode across the room and extended a hand towards the gym leader, who readily accepted it.
"A superb match," Norman said. "I've never encountered such power in all my years as a trainer." He put a hand into his pocket and withdrew a small silver case. "You deserve this, no question about it."
Dax accepted the case and opened it. Inside was a shiny new Balance Badge.
*Well done, indeed,* Daisy said. The Gardevoir had come up beside Dax while he was speaking with Norman. *Your thirteenth badge.*
Dax tried to speak, but he suddenly found himself nearly strangled by a pair of furry, brown arms as Cream tackled him from behind. He barely managed to maintain his footing as she hugged him, squeaking ecstatically. Dax twisted around in her grasp and hugged back, his elation at his victory flooding through him.
Suddenly, the scenery changed to that of a hill in some forest location that was unknown to Dax, although it reminded him somewhat of the forests that surrounded his home. The hilltop was covered with flowers of many colors. Dax looked around. Daisy, Norman, and almost everyone else had vanished. Only Cream remained, still firmly embracing him. He felt a new, tickling sensation, and realized that from the waist up, he was no longer wearing anything, and Cream's fur was rubbing against his chest. Her breasts were pressed against him. Dax wasn't sure whether it was an aspect of his dream or genuine astonishment, but he felt frozen in place. He turned his head, looking for some sort of explanation as to what was going on.
An inquiring murmur from Cream made him look down at her. She was staring up at him in an expectant manner, but Dax had no idea what she was expecting. He certainly wasn't expecting anything when she craned her neck up and firmly pressed her lips to his.
Dax was astonished. This dream had crossed the line from odd into surreal. Cream's fluffy ears folded around him, enveloping the pair of them in a dark, warm cocoon of fur. Her nose twitched against his as she kissed him. Dax was too taken aback to make any kind of response. When Cream finally released him, light flooded back into his eyes. Her red eyes were locked with his. He was able to tear his gaze away from her and desperately looked around, trying to figure out where the hell he was and why he was there. Cream was rubbing her face all over his shoulders and neck, making strange cooing noises.
All of a sudden, Daisy appeared barely ten feet away from them. She looked around, her eyes wide, appearing just as shocked as Dax was to find herself on the hilltop. She caught sight of Dax and Cream, and her eyes went even wider.
*Dax?* she asked. *What...?*
With a start, Dax awoke. He was back in his room, tangled in his sheets and covered in sweat. He sat up, a hand on his forehead.
That was, he thought, the most fucked-up dream I have ever had in my life. His stomach gurgled. He felt uncomfortable, and thought he might be experiencing a little indigestion. The dream must have been caused by something he ate. I have got to tell Daisy to cut down on the spiciness.
Dax got out of bed and left his room, heading for the bathroom with the idea of getting some antacids to settle his stomach. On the way, he ran into Daisy, who had apparently left her room at the same time as he.
*Oh, Dax,* Daisy said. She yawned. *What are you doing up?*
"My stomach," Dax said. "Plus, I just had this really...weird...dream." Daisy gave him a curious look. "What?"
*I just had a strange dream, as well.* The Psychic pokémon blinked and yawned again. *What was yours about?*
Not wanting to get into the finer details of his dream, Dax kept his answer vague. "I kind of had a flashback to the Petalburg Gym. And then I was on top of a hill."
*A flowered hill?* Daisy interrupted.
"Yeah," Dax said, surprised. "How did you know?"
*And you were standing there with Cream,* Daisy said. Her voice was growing excited. *And I showed up out of nowhere.*
This was starting to get creepy. "How are you getting this?"
*Dax, I saw it. I was there.*
"WHAT?" Dax fairly shouted. "You mean that was really you?"
*Shh!* Daisy hissed. They both heard a sleepy cry coming from Cream's room. She must be stirring in her sleep. Daisy and Dax looked at each other.
"Later," Dax said.
*Later,* Daisy agreed. She turned around and rushed back into her room.
Dax continued into the bathroom, where he found some antacid pills and tossed them down with a cup of water. He went back to his own room, his head spinning. Rather than lay awake thinking about what had just happened, he simply shoved it out of his mind and fell asleep again.
His dreams for the rest of the night were decidedly less weird.
In the morning, Dax came downstairs, where he found Cream and Daisy already awake. They usually rose before he did. Cream met Dax with her customary cheerful greeting and an inadvertent, but just as customary, smack in the face from her ears.
Daisy was, as usual, more restrained than Cream. *Good morning,* she said. *Pleasant dreams?*
Dax thought he could detect a hint of humor in her mind's voice. He ignored her and set about getting breakfast. His plan was to go out hiking again today, so he ate a filling breakfast with plenty of fruit and bread. Daisy was giving him looks the whole time he ate. Cream appeared blissfully unaware of the tension in the room. She sat beside Dax at the kitchen table, keeping him company and humming some nonsense tune.
Once he had finished breakfast, Dax left the kitchen and went back to his room. He packed up some things in his knapsack for the hike. When hiking, he always took an extra change of clothes, a first aid kit, sunscreen and bug repellant, a knife, and some basic survival supplies to cover any emergency situations that might arise. He was never far from home when he hiked, but it paid to be prepared. That was a hard lesson he had learned on Victory Road. He hadn't made it through the first time because he'd been overconfident in his abilities. Dax was more careful now, and he always packed for the worst case scenario.
While he was finishing up his preparations to leave, Daisy came to his door. It took him a moment to notice her. Finally she coughed, and Dax looked up.
"Oh, Daisy," he said. "Something up?"
*Nothing, really,* Daisy answered. *I was just wondering if I might come with you today.*
It was an odd request. Daisy had never expressed any interest in going hiking with Dax before. Cream had been along a few times, but the Gardevoir had always preferred to remain at home. Dax could only guess that she was creating an opportunity to talk about what they had experienced last night out of earshot of Cream. He did not really want to talk about it yet, but he didn't have a good reason to refuse her request, and couldn't make one up off hand.
"Sure, you can come," Dax said. "There will be a lot of walking, though. Can you handle it?"
Daisy looked a little annoyed at the question. *I may not be a fighter like Cream, but I'm not a weakling, either,* she said. *I can go anywhere you can.*
Two hours later, Dax could tell that Daisy was regretting the bravado that she had shown back at the house. They were walking in a part of the forest that was popular with hikers in the area. Although the path was well-traveled, there was still a lot of uphill walking, and Daisy's fashion sense wasn't exactly best-suited to nature walks. She had stumbled over her dress several times, and kept fussing about getting it dirty, much to the irritation of Dax, who was beginning to wish he hadn't told her she could come along.
"You know, Daisy," he said, after the fifth time she complained, "the whole point of coming out here is to enjoy the peace and quiet and get closer to nature. That's kind of hard when you've got a girl beside you who can't get over a little dust on her clothes."
*Shut up,* Daisy said. *I didn't ask for your opinion.* But she kept it down from that point on, only occasionally making a small noise of discomfort when the walking got steep.
By and by, they came to a place where the path was bisected by a shallow stream. Hikers crossed the stream by means of a tree that had fallen across it. Dax sent Daisy across first, and she made it without too much trouble, albeit a bit shakily. He tossed the knapsack to her, and then began the crossing himself. He'd done it a million times before, but this time the wind kicked up right as he got to the middle of the stream. Dax windmilled his arms, trying to keep his balance, but a strong gust pushed him off the log. With a yell, he fell into the stream. The water was only deep enough to cover him up to his knees, but he still got a thorough soaking. Laughing, Daisy kneeled down at the stream's edge to help him up.
"Dammit," Dax said. "Of all the things..."
*Well, that's certainly one way to get closer to nature,* Daisy remarked, amused. That earned her an angry glare from her trainer. She quickly changed her tone to one of concern. *Anyway, we should get you out of these wet things.*
"There's a spare change of clothes in my pack." Daisy rummaged around in the bag and handed the clothes to Dax. She courteously turned her back while he peeled off his soaked garments and donned the dry ones. "Let's find a spot to dry these so I don't ruin what I have in my knapsack." They headed up the trail to a place where the trees gave way to a sunny clearing dotted with several large rocks. He laid the clothes out on one of the rocks.
Daisy sat down on the soft grass, and Dax joined her. They enjoyed the sounds of the forest. Birds were singing off in the trees, and every now and then they caught a glimpse of various forest pokémon. After a while, Daisy spoke up.
*Dax, can we talk about last night?*
Dax sighed. "I knew this was coming." He looked at Daisy. "Before we say anything, I want to know what you were doing inside of my dream. How did you get there? The real you, I mean."
*I'm not entirely sure,* Daisy said. *I have a theory, though.*
"Let's hear it."
*I'm very well-attuned to human emotions. I can sense, for instance, that right now you're feeling uncomfortable, apprehensive, and a bit awkward.* Dax stayed silent, but she was right. That was exactly how he was feeling. *Sometimes, when you're feeling a really strong emotion, it's almost like I feel it as well. We were both asleep at the same time. All I can come up with is that the emotions you were feeling in your dream somehow allowed me to link with your mind.*
The explanation sounded plausible to Dax. Gardevoir were renowned for the strong emotional bonds that they formed with their trainers, and Daisy shared the same sort of bond with Dax. For all he knew, the idea that Daisy had was entirely correct.
*Now, about that dream,* Daisy said. *I get the feeling that I came in a little late. What exactly happened right before I appeared on the hill?*
Dax cleared his throat. This was the awkward part. "Well, like I said last night, I was dreaming that I was back at the Petalburg Gym, fighting Norman," he said. "Right after the battle, Cream was hugging me because we were both happy to win the battle."
*I remember that,* Daisy said. *She wouldn't stop talking about that for weeks afterward.*
"It was the best battle I'd ever seen her in," Dax agreed.
*Oh, yes, she talked about the battle, too.*
"I...what?"
Daisy shook her head. *Never mind. Please continue.*
"Well...while we were hugging, we were suddenly on that hilltop," Dax continued. "Everyone was gone except for us. And then Cream, uh, she kissed me."
*Kissed you?*
"Yeah."
Daisy looked thoughtful. *I figured as much, from the way I found you two,* she said. *And that would certainly explain the strong emotion. How exactly did it make you feel? I didn't really get enough of the dream to tell.*
"I, well, hm..." Dax thought about his answer for a second. "I guess...it made me feel weird. That's what I felt."
*Like a bad kind of weird? Or a good kind?*
"I don't know. It definitely wasn't a bad feeling, but I'm not really sure if I could call it a good feeling. It was just..."
*Different?*
"Yeah...," Dax said, slowly. "Different. Really different."
Daisy thought for several minutes. *Would you do it again?*
Dax gave her a funny look. "What kind of question is that?"
*An important question,* Daisy said. *You must know that Cream feels very strongly about you. Even more than I do.*
"One thing at a time, please," Dax said, putting a hand to his head.
*Well, you do love us, don't you?*
"Of course," Dax said. "But the way I feel about Cream is not that kind of love."
*Isn't it? It's how she feels about you.*
That comment gave Dax a shock. "You're joking."
*I'm not.* The Gardevoir pierced Dax with a stare. *She loves you, Dax. I can sense it. But she's afraid of how you would react if she tried to make it known to you.*
"This is unreal...," Dax breathed. "How do I face her now? I can't give her what she wants."
*Why not?*
That question floored the retired trainer. "Do you even have to ask that? Because of what I am and what she is."
Daisy huffed. *Dax, I thought you were smarter than that. That shouldn't matter.*
"But it does."
*She's a girl, you're a guy. She loves you. That's all that should matter.*
"No, I'm a human, she's a pokémon. It's a lot more complicated than you're making it out to be."
*You're the one that's making it complicated,* Daisy insisted. *And there's another thing you should think about. Dreams don't come from nowhere, Dax. Your mind is trying to tell you something. Even if it's something you're uncomfortable thinking about, you have to come to terms with it.*
Dax quickly stood up and gathered his dried clothes from the rock. "I'm done talking about this," he said, hurriedly stuffing the clothes into his pack. He slung the pack onto his back. "We're going home. I don't want to hear any more about this."
Daisy watched him begin the walk back down the trail. Sighing, she followed him.
Obviously, this would take some more...forceful work on her part.
The evening was hard on Dax. He tried to maintain his normal routine, but his mind kept returning to the dream he'd had, and his conversation with Daisy. To the fact that there was a voice in the back of his head telling him that he hadn't been entirely honest with Daisy when it came to his feelings concerning the dream. That he had, in fact, felt exactly what she had been telling him he should feel and what he had vehemently denied feeling. He kept remembering what she had told him. Dreams don't come from nowhere.
During dinner, he kept glancing over at Cream, sitting in the chair next to him. Anyone would have been a moron to deny that she was a beautiful pokémon. Her figure was one that would appeal to any male with a functioning brain stem. Her dainty feet which were sheathed in a creamy, soft fur, slowly giving way to the slightly coarser brown fur that coated her shapely legs. Her wide hips that tapered up into a waspish waist, which broadened again to her ample chest. The fluffy rabbit tail that sat just below the small of her back. Her arms, with the downy-ringed hands, which seemed to be in a perpetual gesture uncannily similar to a squirrel nibbling at an acorn. Most of all, the enormous, drooping ears cloaked in the same fur as her feet, the ears which gave her species its name.
Cream noticed Dax looking at her. She smiled happily, unsuspecting of the turmoil that such a gesture caused within Dax. Through the discomfort, he managed to return the smile. Returning to his food, he attempted to calm the shaking he felt in his hands. It was ridiculous for someone who had been through as many trials as he had to be this torn up over something that should have been nothing at all, and yet this was at the same time the hardest thing he had ever experienced.
Daisy caught Dax's eyes. She blinked at him, telling him without words to do something. He shook his head fractionally. He couldn't do something, because he didn't know what to do.
*Say something to her,* Daisy urged, modifying her telepathic voice so that only Dax could hear.
Dax shook his head again.
*She's waiting for you to make the first move.*
Again, Dax shook his head.
*You're hurting her by not telling her, no matter what you would say.*
Shut up, shut up, Dax thought. I can't do it.
*Why not?*
"Because I just can't, alright?" Dax shouted. "I can't say it. I can't tell her how I feel because I can't feel that way! I'm not supposed to feel that way!"
Cream and Daisy both stared at him. Dax clapped a hand over his mouth. He hadn't meant to say that out loud. His eyes flicked between his friends. Without another word, he rose from his seat and rushed out of the kitchen. His pokémon heard him running up the stairs and heard the slam of his bedroom door.
Slowly, Cream lowered her head. A solitary tear rolled down her face. Daisy reached across the table and squeezed her hand.
*Don't worry,* she said. *You'll get him. I have an idea.*
As the evening transitioned to night, Dax tried to sleep. Every time he closed his eyes, though, he could only picture Cream's face after his outburst at the dinner table. She had looked crushed, and he knew he had hurt her. He should have been able to control himself better than that, and now he wasn't sure if he still had a friend. Thoughts swirling about inside his head, he finally fell into a troubled sleep.
Soon he was awakened. He felt like something was pulling at him. It was an urgent call, telling him to rise from his bed. Unable to resist the call, Dax got out of his bed and pulled on shorts and an undershirt. He left his room and walked down the hall, following the voice in his head that was guiding him. It led him to the door that marked the entrance into Cream's bedroom. The voice urged him on, overpowering his will. He opened the door, somehow knowing that a knock was unnecessary.
The sight inside was enough to jolt him out of his trance. He wanted to rush back out of the room, but an invisible force kept him rooted to the spot. Cream lay on her bed. Daisy was beside her. The Gardevoir was nude, her gown nowhere to be seen. Underneath, her skin was a pale green. Dax had never seen her body unclothed. She was thinner than Cream, and not as muscular, a body more suited to a mental assault than a physical one. As Dax's eyes trailed up her legs, her skin transitioned from green to pure white, starting at her breasts and continuing up her neck. Her specie's signature red crest was nestled right between her bosoms. She had one arm around Cream's shoulders, and offered up a smile to Dax.
*Welcome, Dax,* she said. *We've been waiting for you.*
Dax couldn't respond. His voice had been taken from him. He tried to clutch at his throat, but found he could not move his arms.
Daisy clucked her tongue. *Now, now, we can't have you moving. I don't want you interfering.*
What the hell are you doing? Dax thought furiously. He heard a lilting laugh inside his head.
*I'm going to make you better appreciate what you have, before it slips through your fingers.* Daisy brought Cream's face up and kissed her long and hard. The Lopunny's eyes were squeezed closed, as though she were shutting herself off from the outside world. Dax wanted to cross the room, to pry the two females apart, but Daisy kept him in his place with her telekinetic powers. *You'll have to watch while she pleasures me. Just relax and enjoy the show.* She spoke directly to Cream, while still allowing Dax to listen in. *Do as I say, now.*
Daisy thrust her tongue inside Cream's mouth. The two female pokémon remained locked in a deep kiss for several minutes. The Gardevoir reached her hands down and cupped Cream's breasts, kneading them slowly. Cream moaned softly, pleasurable sensations beginning to flow through her. Daisy directed Cream's head to her own breasts. Cream suckled at her, and Daisy's eyelids drooped.
*Touch me,* she ordered. Cream hesitated. Daisy took a hand from her breasts and pulled the fur at the back of her head, forcing her to look into her eyes. *Now.*
Obediently, Cream allowed a hand to drift down Daisy's body. She moved it in circles as she went, teasing the other female's skin. Her fingers eventually lighted upon her objective. Daisy trembled as Cream slid her hand over her sex, tender and damp with anticipation. She slipped a finger between her moist folds, rubbing up and down. Pleasure shot up Daisy's spine, and she sighed. Cream pushed a finger inside her vagina, and began to slowly bring it in and out. Daisy began to move her hips, bucking in time with Cream's finger. Cream felt moisture begin to collect on her own sex, stimulated by what she was doing.
*Are you watching, Dax?* Daisy asked, between gasps for breath.
Dax couldn't tear his eyes away from the spectacle. He was powerless, under Daisy's control.
The elegant pokémon smiled, and then cried out in ecstasy as Cream added her thumb to the mix, rubbing her clitoris while continuing to finger her. Daisy felt her orgasm wash over her like warm sunlight. Her muscles squeezed Cream's finger tight as they rippled and convulsed. A small amount of liquid squirted from her body, and she relaxed onto the bed as the pleasure rolled off of her.
*Well done, Cream,* Daisy said. She gave Dax a sidelong glance. His lips were trembling, and he looked like he was ready to burst. She dropped her eyes down, and smiled. He was erect, his penis straining at the seams of his shorts. She returned her attention to the rabbit pokémon lying atop her. *Now I want you to taste me.*
Dax fought his way past Daisy's control, found his voice. "STOP IT!" he yelled. Both pokémon looked up at him. Dax had had enough. He couldn't just stand there anymore. "Stop it, Daisy. That's enough." He fought to bring his voice under control.
*Are you sure?* Daisy asked. *Perhaps you need to see more.*
"No," Dax said. "I won't have any more of it."
*Why not?*
Dax swallowed. He looked at Cream. She gazed back, expectant. He recognized the look she gave him. It was the same look she had turned upon him in his dream. Only this time, he knew what she wanted.
And this time, he was ready to give it to her.
"Because she's mine," he said. "Mine, not yours. And I want her."
Daisy smiled. *Then come and claim her.*
Finally, her hold upon Dax was released. Taking a deep breath, he crossed the distance between the door and the bed. Daisy let go of Cream and allowed him to climb in between them. He faced Cream and looked into her eyes.
"I'm sorry," he said. "I'm sorry that I waited so long. That I made you wait so long." He slowly brushed his lips over hers. "I'm ready for you now."
Cream moaned and pressed herself into Dax, kissing him longingly. The feeling was unlike any experience he'd ever had with a human woman. Her tongue was rough, and it tickled the inside of his mouth. He tangled his own with hers, putting all of his feeling and emotion into it. His hands roamed over her back, coming down to brush the top of her tail and sliding back up to caress her shoulders. Cream shivered in his arms.
Dax felt a tug near his waist. He looked down and saw that Daisy had grabbed his shirt and was pulling it up. He turned his head to look at her, and she winked at him. Dax slowly realized what was and had been going on. He let Daisy remove his shirt, and then his shorts. No barrier now existed between any of them. He put a hand to Cream's belly, rubbing the soft fur that lay there. He moved his hand down, and felt the warmth that emanated from between her legs.
Dax deftly parted the fur there, giving himself access to Cream's most intimate parts. He dipped his fingers into her moisture, kneading her tender flesh. She made soft, gasping noises and nibbled at his neck. At the same time, Dax felt Daisy's hand wrap around his cock. She began to stroke his member, encouraging him to grow bolder in his treatment of Cream. He teased two fingers inside, feeling the muscles of her vagina press against him. Slowly he slid them in and out. Cream murmured her approval of his actions, burying her face into his shoulder. Her ears lay over him like a blanket, warming him to his core.
Withdrawing his fingers from Cream, Dax gently rolled her onto her back. He moved atop her, reveling in the feel of her fur on his bare skin. Daisy came with him. She put an arm about his chest, keeping her other hand on his penis. She took the tip and placed it at the entrance to Cream's sex. Dax and Cream locked eyes. Both nodded their readiness. He thrust forward, pushing the head inside of his Lopunny. She squirmed, adjusting to his girth. He continued in, stretching her little by little until he was hilted inside of her.
They stayed like that for what seemed like an eternity. They just breathed, becoming used to one another and enjoying their newfound closeness. Presently, Dax felt Daisy's weight shift against him. She put her arms around him, her breasts flattening against his back. The Gardevoir brought her mouth to the nape of his neck, gently sucking and licking at him.
*Take her,* she said, her voice sounding erotic and breathy.
Dax eased his penis out of Cream almost completely, resisted all the way by the strength of her hold on him. He thrust back in, rocking her body with the force of his movement. She wrapped her legs around his back and cried out in pleasure, loving every second of it. The lovers began to dance the most ancient dance of all. Dax would push into Cream, and she would push forward against him in turn. All the while, Daisy rubbed her hands over Dax's chest, whispering exotic phrases that he hadn't the ability to comprehend. Delightful feelings began to build inside of him, and he found himself surrendering to them, letting his instincts and his body take over.
Cream suddenly bucked and screamed as she reached her peak. Dax felt her clamp down on his cock as she orgasmed, her fluids cascading out of her and splashing against his skin. The sensation forced him over the edge, and he let loose a torrent of his seed. His penis pulsed inside of her, shooting himself into her depths. Both of them nearly spent, they fell into each other, panting, as the pleasure ebbed away to be replaced by a feeling of utter contentment.
Daisy released Dax and sank onto the bed beside them. *Oh, Dax,* she said. Cream lay still, not reacting, and Dax knew she was speaking only to him. *I'm so proud of you. See how happy you've made her?*
Dax looked at Cream, and caught her eye. An impish grin slowly spread across her face. He mirrored it, somehow understanding what she was thinking of.
"But, it's not over yet, Daisy," Dax said.
For the first time all day, the Gardevoir looked puzzled. *What?*
Acting as one, Dax and Cream pounced. Daisy yelped in surprise as Dax rolled her onto her stomach. At the same time, Cream pinned her arms to the bed.
Daisy felt the bed depress as Dax put an arm on either side of her. He moved over her, and she gasped as he put a hand between her legs. "It's your turn."
She looked over her shoulder. Dax was fully erect once more. She smiled. Daisy drew her knees underneath her and raised her rear end into the air. Cream released her arms, and she folded them under her head. Dax gripped himself and slid the head of his cock up and down her moist slit. She hissed as he shoved himself inside of her, thrusting roughly. Dax took her more vigorously than he had Cream, and Daisy found it hard to keep up with him. They struggled against each other for several minutes before Dax abruptly withdrew.
Daisy looked back again, disappointment starting to show on her face. *Why did you stop? That was...* She stopped with a shocked squeak as she felt Dax pressing his member against her back entrance. Her eyes teared up as Dax pushed into her asshole. There was a faintly audible pop as the head finally slipped inside. The sensation was completely alien to both of them. Daisy felt a delicious sense of wrongness as her tightest hole was violated by Dax's cock.
Continuing his thrust, Dax squeezed the rest of himself inside of Daisy's butt. Her sphincter clamped so tightly around him that he felt like she might pinch his dick off. With difficulty, he began to thrust in and out of her. The pleasure was intense. It was warm, and it was extremely tight.
Daisy thought that the wonderful sensations couldn't get any better. And then she found herself proven wrong. Cream had slid underneath her while Dax was busy behind her, and now the Lopunny was lapping at her unattended sex. Daisy was overpowered by a two-pronged assault on her nether regions. Before long, she heard Dax groan and felt him shoot inside of her. That, combined with Cream's ministrations, was more than enough to send her rocketing into her own climax.
The trio finally collapsed onto the bed for good, consumed by the afterglow of their shared mating. Daisy was exceedingly sore, but regretted none of it.
Dax lay between his pokémon, his mind beginning to work as the passion of the moment left him. He felt different from before, and not in the obvious ways. Something had changed about him. Something important. Something that he had been missing since before he could remember had finally come to him.
He felt...fulfilled.
Cream murmured dreamily, rubbing her face against Dax's shoulder. Daisy translated, her telepathic voice tiny due to fatigue.
*She says 'I love you.'*
Wordlessly, Dax wrapped his arms around Cream, drawing her into a tight embrace. Carefully, trying not to disturb them, Daisy slid out of the bed and crept from the room. She closed the door behind her. Her work finished, she smiled and walked back to her room. A bit painfully.
Dax held Cream, tenderly kissing her forehead while she pawed at his chest and licked his throat. He stroked the fur on her ears. Lifting one, he bent his head down to whisper to her.
"I love you, too."
"For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul."
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