The Life of a Pokemon Breeder
Chapter 3- Second Day's Heat
Consciousness slowly forces its way back into Erin's unwilling frame, her eyes steadily opening on their own. She wishes that whatever they show her will prove that the past couple days were only a vivid nightmare- but a quick survey of her surroundings proves that hope to be the only dream here. She's lying sideways on the floor of her steel metal cage, her vision immediately bringing her to the female Poochyena in the mirror.

“Damn it...” she groans, thinking about Matt and the way he'd treated her the day before. “Damn him...” she growls, thinking back to the way she'd acted yesterday. “And... damn you...” she mutters lightly, staring into her reflection's eyes. (What happened to me yesterday? I... I was forced to mate Shadow... And I laid his egg... It was terrible... It was awful... But... I-it felt so good... And I...) Erin thinks, watching her own ears droop at the realization. (I enjoyed it.)

Erin jumps up from her lying position, shaking her head side to side. (No, no, no! This is what the bastards who did this to us want! They want us to like it! They want us to get into it! I-I can't give them that satisfaction!) she decides, slamming a paw against the side of her cage. (And above all else...)

“... Aaron?” Sophie asks softly, her voice coming from the cage next to hers.

(I can't let Sophie see me like that.)

“Yeah, it's me Sophie. Did I wake you up?” she asks, her paw still ringing from the punch.

“N-no, I've been awake,” Sophie replies groggily, clearly lying. “I've just... Been waiting for you to say something, that's all.”

“There isn't a whole lot I have to say,” Erin says, biting her lip gently.

“Aaron... I-I'm sorry... I know this must be hard on you...” Sophie says, gulping audibly. “I just want you to know that I'm here for you. I don't care what's on your mind- you can talk with me about it no matter what it is. I want to help you in any way I can,” Erin's childhood friend offers sweetly.

“Thanks Sophie. Maybe you can help me understand what this 'Egg Group' thing Matt brought up was then,” Erin responds, not wanting to talk about her feelings just yet.

“O-oh. Well...” Sophie trails off, obviously surprised and a bit disappointed with Erin's answer. “With the exception of Legendaries and genderless Pokemon, every Pokemon falls into one or two Egg Groups. Those groups and the Pokemon they contain are memorized by Pokemon Breeders to determine whether or not two different Pokemon can produce offspring. As long as a pair of Pokemon are in the same Egg Group, they don't need to be of the same species or in the same evolutionary tree to be compatible,” Sophie finishes, taking a deep breath.

Erin nods. “I see. So what's the benefit behind breeding Pokemon of two separate species?”

“There are certain moves Pokemon can only acquire through breeding. In order to make use of this, a Pokemon Breeder needs a female Pokemon whose unevolved form can obtain a move like that, along with a male Pokemon in the same Egg Group who knows the move. Because the offspring will always match the female Pokemon's base evolutionary species, it's fairly easy to force two Pokemon to mate and always get the desired results... But...” Sophie says, hesitating to continue.

“You don't agree with that, do you?” Erin asks, knowing her all too well.

“No, I don't. Before this happened, I wanted to be a Breeder so I could help Pokemon find companions to live and be happy with. And in order to do that, I'd need to be able to understand them- to disregard the language barrier between humans and Pokemon to find out who individual Pokemon are, and not what they are. But now that I have the opportunity to do that... The chance to do what no other Pokemon Breeder could ever dream of... It's for the purpose of doing the opposite. It's so selfish humans can have the Pokemon with the moves they want, regardless of what the parents deserve to have- a chance at their own happiness.” Sophie mumbles regretfully.

“S-Sophie...” Erin says gently, not sure how to reply.

“It's okay. Like I said, this is still an opportunity for me... Even if it isn't one I would have chose on my own,” Sophie responds, sounding happier already. “So now that you know how I feel, maybe you wouldn't mind doing the same for me?” she asks warmly, eagerly awaiting a response.

“I...I just...” Erin begins, trying to decide what she's going to say and how before hearing the sound of footsteps approaching. “... I'll tell you after this. We've got company,” she says, watching as the door to their cell clicks open, preparing to endure whatever kind of insults Matt can muster.

“Erin? Sophie?” the blonde-haired woman asks as she steps into the room, carrying a small bag. “I hope I'm not interrupting anything...”

“Noel!” Sophie exclaims, actually sounding happy to see her- or like Erin, happier to see her over someone else. Her metal cage clinks under her paws as she nears the front of it.

“Sophie, stop!” Erin shouts, backing away from the front of her own cage. “Have you already forgotten? She's the one who did this to you. She's not your friend. Besides...” Erin says, staring intently at the sack she's carrying. “We don't know what's in... that... bag.”

Noel pulls a couple fresh apples out of it as Erin finishes, along with a small kitchen knife. “I know you don't have much reason to trust me...” she starts, using the kitchen knife to cut the two apples into four halves, bending down to place them inside Sophie's cage. “But you need to keep your strength up,” she continues, cutting another couple apples into halves, setting them inside Erin's cage from between the bars. “I figured you might like these more than the kind of food our sponsors pay for.”

Erin looks back at the dry Pokemon food in the bowl behind her, then back to the apples in front of her. “What did you put in them? What's the catch?” she asks skeptically, keeping her distance.

“There's nothing inside them, and there's no catch. That's why I cut them up in front of you, and why they're already in your cage,” Noel replies, taking a few steps back from their cages.

Erin stares at the crisp apples in front of her, her stomach growling from hunger. She didn't have the guts to try any of the Pokemon food last time she was in her cage, meaning it's been more than a day since she's eaten anything. But why would their captor do this? What does she have to gain?

“Aaron, it's fine- they taste normal to me,” Sophie says, a light crunching sound coming from her cage. “In fact, they're better than normal. They're delicious. Thank you,” Sophie tells Noel gratefully.

“I'm just happy you like them,” Noel says, smiling warmly towards Sophie.

“... Don't think this means I trust you,” Erin says, eying Noel warily as she steps towards her own apples. Lying down on her stomach, she tries to hold the half-apple between her forepaws, fumbling awkwardly for a moment until she gets it right. She closes her eyes as she takes a sizable chunk out of the apple, already prepared for some weird chemical substance to kick in. That's when she realizes...

“Wow! These are good!” Erin blurts out, downing both apples before she knows what she's doing. And it isn't because they were laced with anything, either- she was just that hungry, and they were just that tasty. Erin's tail goes limp as she looks back up at Noel, trying to keep a straight face.

“Th-thanks. But I'm not going to apologize for saying those things about you,” Erin says, even though she feels a little bad for saying those nasty things about her, despite the fact most of them were true.

“Oh, not even for me?” a mocking voice retorts, bringing everyone's attention to the door.

“Especially not for you,” Erin scoffs, the simple sight of Matt's slicked back black hair, his lab coat, and his oh-so-familiar egotistical smile bringing her blood to a boil.

“Aw, too bad. And here I was, preparing to tell you the offer our sponsors made...” Matt says, shrugging. “Let's go Noel. I guess they're not interested,” he continues, turning towards the door.

“W-wait!” Sophie calls out, her paws tapping against the steel bars of her cage. “What kind of offer?”

Matt spins back around, a triumphant smile plastered on his face as he approaches the two's cages, waving his pointer finger side to side. “Nah-ah-ah, you still owe this lovely lady an apology,” he chuckles, turning his smug expression towards Erin in her cage.

Erin's composure crumbles. “I was actually considering it before you came along.”

“Aaron, please!” Sophie begs, sounding desperate.

Erin growls under her breath, turning her head to the side. “Fine..... I'm sorry,” she mumbles, only loud enough for Matt to hear her. It's not like he should care if she hears or not, anyway.

“Speak up, runt. I'm not the one you're apologizing to, remember?” Matt says, actually sounding angry.

Erin tries to hold herself back from yelling, but she simply can't, the sound of Matt's voice alone driving her over the edge. “As if you even care! All you ever want is to beat us into the ground and grind us into the dirt! Well, whatever helps you get off! You want me to say it? Fine! I'll say it! I'm-!... I'm...” Erin shouts, slowly lowering her voice as she looks at Noel. The blonde-haired woman looks like she's almost on the verge of tears.

“I'm sorry. You really didn't need to do that for us,” Erin says, truly meaning it. Giving Matt what he wants is the last thing she likes to do, but she didn't want to see Noel so upset either- especially after she'd gone out of her way to do something good for them. But what caused her to get so upset? Was it simply because she and Matt were arguing? Or was it something she said?

“... Thank you Erin. That's very kind of you, really,” Noel says, closing her eyes as she smiles at her. “Now then, didn't you have something to tell them Matt?”

“I do now,” he sighs, sounding almost disappointed. “You see, our sponsors are satisfied with yesterday's results. They want to make sure you two stay as... consensual. Cooperation is more valuable in a testing environment than total control, after all,” Matt sighs again, perhaps in disagreement. “So, against my better judgement, I'm here to offer you a deal on their behalf. In exchange for your cooperation, and if our sponsors are still pleased with your performance...” he coughs, clearing his throat. “We'll allow you two to share a cage.”

“R-really?!” Erin and Sophie ask in unison. Neither of them realized just how alone they felt in their own cages until now. So an offer like this, for both of them...

“We can't turn down an opportunity like this and you know it,” Erin says, both hopeful and skeptical of Matt's offer. “At least... I couldn't,” she corrects herself, not wanting to put words into Sophie's mouth.

“No, I can't either,” Sophie admits in a reassuring voice.

“How wonderful. I'm so happy for you two,” Matt says sarcastically, clearly indifferent about the whole thing. “Now why don't we get on with your debriefing, since you two are obviously so ready to go?”

Erin gulps nervously, her high on hope fading quickly. “I-if we have to.”

“Of course we do, small fry,” Matt chuckles, reaching into his back pocket to bring out an already-familiar remote control. “Here's how it's going to work. We put some experimental chemicals inside those collars of yours, not unlike the ones we injected you with the day you arrived. Our suppliers want us to make sure they work before we try altering your Egg Groups, because if they don't, we risk threatening your fertility- and we can't have that,” Matt goes on, shaking his head. “Understand?”

Erin blinks a few times in silence, not exactly grasping what he's getting at.

“He's saying that they're going to change our species. We're going to change into different Pokemon, but stay in the same Egg Group... Am I right?” Sophie asks, her voice shaking a little.

“Smart girl,” Matt says in response, tracing his pointer finger around a few of the buttons. “These chemicals' effects should only be temporary though. You'll revert to the species you are now once the substances wear off- as long as everything goes according to plan, that is.”

“Y-you don't sound very sure of yourself,” Erin replies, her voice shaking for the exact same reason Sophie's was. The last thing she wants is to undergo another change like last time, especially under the assumption that something could go horribly wrong.

“That's because I'm not,” Matt laughs cruelly, pressing the button he was mulling over.

“What do you mean you'r- Guh-!” Erin winces, feeling something prick into the back of her neck. Her eyes go wide as she feels the chemicals entering her body, causing the skin under her fur to tingle in a way she recognizes. She stumbles around to face the mirror in her cage, unsure of what to expect.

The first thing to hit her is a burning sensation, stretching from the tip of her muzzle to the end of her tail. It's not just her skin that's effected- her bones and insides suffer from the same kind of feelings too. The pain is minor, but unnaturally so, making things even more difficult for Erin to wrap her head around. That doesn't stop her from trying though, her attention locked on her reflection in the mirror. It's unclear to her whether it's the cause of the sensations, the effect, or both, but she's sure the way her body is slowly growing larger has to be one of them.

That's when Erin notices her body is changing in more than just size. With the exception of some stripes on her legs and back, her normally grey Poochyena fur is slowly changing to a bright orange, the black fur on her face and chest switching to a cream color as well. Her firm, pointy ears slowly begin to turn more rounded and loose, shifting closer to the sides of her head. Her new cream fur doesn't take much time before fluffing outwards on her muzzle and chest, making the fur on her stomach poofier at the same time. Even her nose and eyes undergo some slight changes, her nose turning a lighter shade of black while the outsides of her eyes change from yellow to white (her irises remaining green). The last things to change are her head and tail, the former gaining a tuft of cream fur while the latter is altered to stay in an upwards position... Not that her tail stays that way for long. As her changes near their end and the burning sensation comes to a stop, Erin's tail droops as she stares at herself in the mirror, finally recognizing what she's become.

“A Growlithe,” she mumbles in disbelief, shifting her new body to see it from all sides in the mirror. It's difficult for her to believe- not only that something like this could be possible (again, for that matter), but for the means that make it such fitting in her tiny pink collar. Speaking of which, upon closer inspection, Erin notices that her undesired accessory has grown with her. It somehow managed to stay snugly around her neck, despite the fact she's almost twice the size she was as a Poochyena.

“Done putting on a show for yourself yet?” Matt asks mockingly, obviously having watched the kinds of things Erin was doing in front of the mirror.

“I thought you, of all people, would be the last to complain,” Erin retorts while blushing slightly, turning so her rear isn't facing the front of her cage any more.

“I would never dream of it! I just thought you'd be curious of what's happened to your girlfriend, and vice versa,” Matt says in return, shrugging slightly.

Erin gasps, suddenly worried for Sophie's well-being. “Sophie? Sophie! Are you all right?!”

“I'm fine Aaron- just a little shaken up,” Sophie says, definitely trying to sound stronger than she actually is. “What about you? Are you okay?”

“I'm a Growlithe, if that answers your question. But other than that, I'm safe. Did you-?”

“I did. I'm a-a Torchic. Everything seems... So much larger now...” Sophie says uneasily.

“Oh, you think things in here are big? You're in for a huge surprise,” Matt giggles.

“Matt-” Noel starts, finally breaking her extended silence.

“I know, I know, they have work to do,” Matt sighs, punching another button on the remote, causing the gates to Erin and Sophie's cages to swing open. “Think you can be good girls and follow us?”

Erin begins to open her muzzle to say something smart, shutting it defeatedly as she remembers Matt's offer. Besides, it's not like resisting would do any good anyway- he'd just incapacitate her with his remote like he did last time. “As long as you consider it cooperation,” Erin says, her ears drooping as she meekly steps out of her cage.

“It doesn't matter what I consider it. It comes down to what our sponsors think,” Matt breaks it to her, stretching after standing up from his kneeling position. “And trust me- you'll need to do a hell of a lot more than this to get on their good side,” he says, scowling unhappily.

“Please, right this way,” Noel requests kindly, almost seeming to step in for Matt. The blonde-haired woman leads the way out of the room, waiting in the doorway for the two Pokemon to follow.

Erin and Sophie look at each other before nodding, letting Noel guide them to their next “assignment.” Matt follows directly behind them, no doubt to make sure they don't try anything fishy. Erin takes the time to their next room to take a good look at Sophie and the new Pokemon she's become.

It's the first time she's seen a Torchic in person. The short and orange bird Pokemon barely reaches a foot tall, likely weighing very little. On the back of Sophie's head is a crest that sticks out and looks very much like a flame, being tipped with bright yellow feathers. Her wings are covered with similar yellow feathers, though they won't allow her to fly or anything like it with how underdeveloped they are. Her feet resemble many other bird Pokemon's, being cream in appearance and bearing four (albeit unsharp) talons. Like Erin's own collar, it seems as though Sophie's yellow collar has tightened itself to fit her smaller neck and form. The only other things that stick out to her are her tiny beak, and how her bright blue eyes have yet to change color. It's then that Sophie notices Erin looking at her so closely.

“Wh-what are you looking at? Is something wrong?” Sophie asks, quickly looking at herself worriedly.

“No, nothing's wrong. It's just... I've never seen a Torchic in real life before. They're a lot different than I imagined,” Erin admits, hoping Sophie wouldn't take it the wrong way.

“Nothing says that like being in the body of one,” Sophie sighs, awkwardly rounding a corner with Erin. “I guess I never really grasped how much of a difference anatomy can make. I-I miss my arms,” she chuckles, only half-joking as she flaps her small wings. “Balancing is so much harder without them. I really hope this all goes to plan so I can get them back... Or... My forelegs, I mean.”

Erin turns her head momentarily, feeling sorry for Sophie. Erin considers herself lucky to have not only kept her four legs, but stayed a canine as well. She hardly changed in appearance at all. Sophie, on the other hand, changed almost completely. Nothing about the thing she is now matches her previous form, or her human self for that matter. Erin thinks on it a moment, smiling before turning back towards her.

“At least you're still learning about Pokemon, right? Maybe it just goes to show the importance of evolving, even in a Breeding setting. I mean, one more form up and you'd have arms, right?”

Sophie blinks a couple times in confusion before bursting out in laughter, almost falling over in the process. “I never even thought of it that way. You're right- the differences in evolutions' body structures weren't things I'd taken into account before. Thank you Aaron,” she says, beaming happily at her.

“You know I'm just happy to put a smile on your face,” Erin replies, giggling a bit herself.

“We're here,” Noel says, stopping in front of a closed door. The turn of a handle is all it takes to clear the way to such a foreboding room, the ambiguous contents of which frighten them both. “Good luck.”

“You're gonna need it, mutt,” Matt chuckles, nudging Erin forward with a not-so-gentle kick to the rear.

Erin yips a bit from the sudden kick, her ears and tail hanging anxiously as she's forced towards the room. She somehow manages to bring herself to enter it on her own after that, giving Sophie the confidence she needs to follow. The two of them step a good ways into the room before the door slams shut behind them, leaving them in a pitch-black room just like last time. It only takes a few moments in darkness for the lights to clap on, giving them a better view of their surroundings.

As far as Erin is concerned, the two of them are in a glorified sauna. Positioned in a few places around the room are piles of hot stones, clearly meant to keep the scorching room humid. She'd noticed it before the lights even turned on, but the room is being heated by sets of high-tech heaters on the walls and ceiling. The floor is made of some kind of heat-absorbing wood, feeling plenty hot under her paws. And, like the room before this one, a giant two-way mirror resides on the left side of the room.

“All right then, you have my permission to proceed- and don't forget about our little offer,” Matt chuckles, his voice cracking over the speaker system.

“As if I was waiting for your permission,” Erin scoffs, her expression twisting in discontent.

“Good thing I wasn't talking to you then, huh?” Matt laughs evilly.

Erin's fur stands on end as she feels something rubbing sensually over her tail end, causing her to jolt forwards and turn around, giving her clear sight of the culprit. Standing where she just was is a very male Typhlosion, his paw still extended outward. “What a creep,” she says, standing her ground.

“Now that's not very nice,” the Typhlosion remarks while crossing his arms, his gruff voice causing Erin's fur to stand yet again.

“Wh- Y- You can talk?!” Erin shouts in confusion, taking a couple steps backward. “But- but how?! Shadow and Esper didn't-!” she begins, wondering why the Typhlosion would be any different.

“Don't sound so hurt! I'm sure you would have had some lovely conversations with your former partners- had they not had such an intense reaction to their dosage, that is,” Matt explains.

“So... We can understand Pokemon now... And that means...” Erin mumbles, wondering if maybe that means she can reason with him. “L-listen! You don't want to do this! My friend Sophie and I- we-!”

“Save your breath pup, they have their orders too. And unlike you, the consequence for their disobedience is death. They know it, too,” Matt continues, saying it far too seriously to be bluffing.

“So try not to hate us, all right~?” a voice from behind Sophie asks, causing her to freeze in place. She'd been so busy watching and listening to Erin and the Typhlosion, she hadn't noticed the figure sneaking up behind her. “Now why don't we give those two some room? We could use some of our own, after all~,” the voice says, making it clear that it wasn't a request by picking Sophie up gently and firmly in its mouth, carrying her towards the right side of the room.

“A-ah! L-let me go!” Sophie cries, struggling the best she can to no avail. She can't do anything with her wings, and her talons won't reach her kidnapper from the way it's holding her.

“Sophie!” Erin shouts, beginning to dart after the Ninetales as it (unmistakably a male as well) carries Sophie away. The Typhlosion darts right in front of her the moment after she starts, causing her to almost run head-first into him.

“Don't you worry about her... I'll make sure you're happy you stayed with me,” the Typhlosion says, licking his lips as he eyes over the fine female Growlithe in front of him.

***

The Ninetales drops Sophie on the wood floor close to one of the walls, her light weight causing her to hit the ground with little force at all. “Ah, now this is more like it- isn't it wonderful? The hot temperature? The pleasant humidity? And best of all...” he trails off, licking Sophie on the cheek. “Someone to share an intimate moment in it with~?”

“Y-you and I have very different ideas on what's r-romantic,” Sophie stutters, fairly intimidated by the Pokemon nearly three times her size.

“It sounds to me like you could use some persuasion then~,” the Ninetales giggles, using a forepaw to turn Sophie over onto her stomach.

“W-wah! N-no... I don't... I can't...” Sophie begs, trying her best get back on her two feet. On her stomach, however, there's nothing she can do without assistance, her wings being too underdeveloped.

“Relax dear... Just enjoy yourself~,” the Ninetales says, breathing hot air over her rear and entrance.

“I-I already told you, I- I- Oooohhhh...” Sophie moans, feeling her captor quickly flick his tongue over her entrance. More moans follow as the licks grow more and more erotic, his tongue dancing every which way over her feminine hole.

“Changed your mind yet, love~?” the Ninetales asking, taking a short break to tease her.

“If I say y-yes will you s-stop?” Sophie stammers, not feeling that way in the least.

“No- but I will do this~.”

“Do wha-ah-ahhhhh!” Sophie gasps, feeling the Ninetales's vulpine tongue suddenly press into her entrance. She blushes heavily at the feel of his moist, rough appendage dragging itself through her interior, unable to do anything to prevent it. And knowing her position of helplessness, her captor takes his time in doing so, continuing to caress her walls with his tongue for quite some time.

“Mmm~... You have such a delightful taste, you know that~?” the Ninetales chuckles, giving her entrance one more quick taste. “Now what do you say we heat things up a bit? I have just the move in mind~,” he says seductively, stroking the side of his Torchic's cheek.

“M-move? What are you talking about?” Sophie asks out of sheer confusion.

“Oh, it's just one of the many benefits of mating Pokemon with a unique moveset like myself~,” the Ninetales explains, putting a forepaw to its chest in vanity.

“I- I still don't understand... How does your moveset have anything to do with... th-this?” Sophie asks, not sure what the other Pokemon is getting at. If the Ninetales is planning to hit her with a random Fire Blast or Flamethrower, she certainly wants to know why.

“You poor thing! You must not mate often...” the Ninetales says disappointedly, sounding legitimately sad for her. “Our moves aren't just for Battles and Contests, you see- they can be used for different effects during mating, too~,” he reveals to her, chuckling mischievously.

“W-what?! You- you can't be serious...” Sophie trails off, taking a few moments to think about it. It's true that she hadn't finished her education in Pokemon Breeding, but she'd learned a lot of details about it over the years, and this wasn't one of them. The whole idea just seems so far-fetched to her.

“You don't believe me, do you?” the Ninetales giggles, smirking readily as it steps over her. “How about I prove it to you then~?”

Sophie doesn't have the chance to respond. The moment the Ninetales finishes asking, she notices a strange heat emanating from above her. And unlike the heat from the room, Sophie feels this one seeping into her body somehow, causing her to feel incredibly unusual.

“What are you... Ah... D-doing to me?” Sophie pants, the remarkably high temperatures clearly getting to her, but not in a way she finds threatening. It had to be because of what the Ninetales is doing, but that only makes her worry- “Or... Should I ask... What m-move are you u-using?”

“If I must ruin the surprise...” the Ninetales starts, persisting in letting out more of the odd heat. “This move is my Heat Wave...” he goes on, finally stopping the treatment to let the move take effect. “And you should be finding out what it does any minute now~.”

Sophie cringes at the bizarre sensations coursing through her, happy that the Ninetales had finished using the move at least. That satisfaction doesn't last for long though, the purpose of the move becoming more and more apparent as her body begins reacting to it.

“This- this can't be-!” Sophie gasps, feeling an involuntary blush cover her face as her loins moisten with a burning desire. “This species of Pokemon- they don't-!”

“Go into heat?” the Ninetales asks, finishing Sophie's statement for her. “That may be true under normal circumstances- but with moves like mine...” he chuckles. “It's easy to make an exception~.”

Sophie doesn't need to ask why he'd go through the trouble of putting her into this state, already understanding completely. The Ninetales doesn't want to simply take advantage of her- he wants her to want it. And while doing that is the last thing on Sophie's mind... Her body disagrees.

“So would you like some more time to let that fire burn?...” the Ninetales begins, using his forepaws to stand Sophie up. “Or are you ready to put it out~?”

Sophie shakes once she's stood up on two feet, and not just because of her lack of balance. Every passing moment causes the sensation between her legs to escalate in sensitivity, causing her body to tremble in want. No, it's not as simple as want- it's need. She needs something to tend to her body's demands. She'd take care of it herself if she could. But in this form, there's only one thing- one Pokemon in this room that can take care of that.

Sophie slowly turns around, her eyes misty from frustration. “I... I... I'm r-ready,” she concedes, looking desperately and defeatedly into the Ninetales's eyes.

“Magnificent~,” the Ninetales murrs, rolling onto its haunches to sit vertically, the reason being all too clear to them both. His decently-sized member now stands erect between him and the Torchic.

Sophie gulps nervously, the height of the male's tool proving more intimidating than she'd hoped. She cares less and less with every step towards it though, her walls sliding against themselves with each movement of her legs, serving only in teasing her until she reaches it. Once next to it, she can't keep herself from staring at it, blushing severely at how big it is compared to her.

“Seems like you could use a lift~,” the Ninetales smiles, holding Sophie between his two forepaws as he lifts her off the ground. He makes it a point to run her wet slit up his entire length before leaving her at his tip, his precum trickling against her entrance. “You know... I'm not too sure about this any more... You're just so much smaller than me~...” the Ninetales sighs, starting to lift her off his member. “Maybe after you've evolved once or twice, all right~?” he requests, smirking confidently.

Sophie whimpers audibly at the notion, letting go of every bit of resistance she had before. “N-no! Please! I can't wait any longer- if you don't put out this blaze inside me, I- I-!” she exclaims, her eyes filled with tears out of how helpless she feels, wanting more than anything to convince him to go on.

“Well..... If you really need it that badly~...”

Sophie feels the Ninetales grip her tightly before jerking his forepaws downwards, violating her petite entrance with his ample tool.

“Nnnnaaaaaahhhh!” Sophie cries, wincing at the feel of being occupied by something so much bigger than her body ever intended. She knew it was possible for larger Pokemon to mate with smaller ones, and she knew how that was- but in practice... “It's... It's too much!...” she whines, feeling how much her walls have stretched around him already. The complexities of Pokemon Breeding keep her walls from tearing, and Sophie doesn't hurt from it in the least- but it doesn't stop her body from being racked with alien sensations, and those are what frighten her the most.

“I tried to tell you, love- but there's no turning back now~,” the Ninetales giggles, squeezing her hips even tighter as he begins to slide her up and down his shaft with his forepaws.

“N-no! Y-you d-don't understand! Th-this isn't-! I'm n-not-!” Sophie tries to explain in vain, her captor jerking her body further down onto his member with each stutter.

“Enjoying it? Don't be silly~,” the Ninetales asks, finishing her statement for her with a smirk. “I don't know what's going on in that little head of yours, but whatever it is, your body says otherwise~.”

“M-my body?” Sophie asks, suddenly grasping how much his actions are treating the burning between her legs. A quick look down establishes the fact even further for her, giving her sight of how wet his penis has become, her lubrication still openly flowing down it.

“That's right, your body~,” the Ninetales chimes, fondling her briefly before clutching her tightly with his left forepaw, extending the right one downward. “You don't think your body would be reacting this way if you weren't having fun, do you~?” he asks, bringing his right forepaw back up to where she can see it. It's clear that he'd run it along his shaft a few times with how sticky and wet it is with her juices, the musky scent of it combined with the smell of his tool drawing an involuntary moan from Sophie. “I take that as a no~,” he laughs, bouncing her up and down his member even faster than earlier.

Sophie can't believe this is happening. No matter how she looks at it, this male Pokemon is using her as a tool for pleasure. Her body is not only failing to fight back, it's even reacting positively to how he's treating her. But none of that is what bothers her the most. What Sophie finds most concerning is the fact that her mind began to enjoy it a long time ago.

“Hnnnn~... Too tight~,” the Ninetales murrs, finally bringing himself into Sophie's deepest regions, some of his precum spilling into her. “I don't think I can last much longer~.”

Sophie gasps at the prospect, the simple thought quickly causing her to grow impatient. “Th-then what are you waiting for?! Just- just do it!” she shouts wantonly, very much begging for it.

The Ninetales gleams at the Torchic in success, having gotten exactly the response he's been hoping for. “Don't you worry, dear...” he says lustfully, pushing up and down with his hips as he forces Sophie to work his shaft faster than he ever had before. “I've got just what you need right here~.”

“Ahhhhhhhh!!” Sophie cries out as she feels the Ninetales suddenly slam into her hard, his seed forcefully pumping into her womb as he orgasms. She shuts her eyes tight, coming to terms with the kind of pleasure her body is experiencing- but only until that pleasure peaks. Her eyes shoot open and her breath catches in her throat as she climaxes herself, causing their combined juices to spill out of her still-occupied entrance. Her orgasm lasts for quite a long time, perhaps from how long it took to build up, but the Ninetales continues his climax for some time after she's done with hers, his excess semen pouring into and out of her for what feels like minutes. After exhausting what Sophie can only imagine is the last drop of seed left in him, her male pulls his shaft out of her, leaving her with what appears to be one very bloated stomach, her womb filled well past its brim.

“Excellent~... Simply excellent~...” the Ninetales breathes in content, setting Sophie on her stomach. “Now take a quick rest, precious- you're going to need it~...”

***

“Move it! I'm not just going to let him take her!” Erin shouts, watching helplessly as the Ninetales carries Sophie with him towards one of the walls.

“Hey, no need to sound so jealous, little lady,” the Typhlosion responds in his deep voice, his member slowly pushing its way out of his sheath. “I'll make you feel much better than he would anyway,” he brags, taking a couple steps towards the Growlithe in front of him.

Erin's expression twists sourly, not finding the sight or stench of his tool the least bit appealing. “As if I'd ever let someone like you do anything to me,” Erin scoffs, taking a few steps back.

The Typhlosion stares towards her with a wicked glow in his eye, slowly crouching to all fours. “Who said anything about you letting me?”

Erin starts to open her mouth to tell him she did, not getting the opportunity she expected she would. The Typhlosion leaps towards her, catching her off guard and throwing her hard onto her back.

“Uhhhn...” Erin groans, trying her best to recover from both the throw and the landing as quick as possible. She isn't anywhere close, however, the Typhlosion taking his sweet time in walking over beside her recuperating figure.

“Ah, now isn't this a lovely image?” the male growls lewdly, taking Erin's forelegs in his paws and pinning them against the floor above her.

“If by 'lovely' you mean 'completely and utterly revolting,' then yes, this is the loveliest thing ever,” Erin sneers, attempting to push away from him with her hind legs to no success.

“You have such a big mouth for someone in your position,” the Typhlosion chuckles, pressing his body on top of hers. “Why don't we see what we can do about that?”

“What do you mean by th- Nnnnn...” Erin winces, feeling a bizarre, unnatural heat emanating from the Typhlosion. “So th-this is your idea of punishment? It's gonna take a lot more than a little extra warmth to do me in,” Erin smiles, not caring if she makes him angry, just happy to take a jab at him.

“Heheheh, you think that's what this is about?” the Typhlosion laughs, raising the temperature he's emitting even further. “Here's something you'd do well to learn, sweetheart- every move has a purpose, even during things like this!” he continues, letting out one final concentrated blast of heat before stopping, lifting his torso off her. “So? How do you feel?” he asks, watching her amusedly.

“I... I feel perfectly normal,” Erin answers truthfully, not caring that the Typhlosion's heat seems to be soaking into her skin. “And you sounded so sure of yourself too,” Erin says as mockingly as she can.

“Oh, I am sure of myself,” the Typhlosion giggles eagerly, leaning down to drag his large tongue over Erin's three sets of nipples, able to do so in one sensual lick.

“Somehow I... Doubt... That...” Erin trails off, and not just because of the Typhlosion's tongue. She can't help but shiver as a peculiar sensation envelops her entire body, concentrating itself on and in her private regions. “I... I don't understand... What's going on?” she asks, suddenly feeling a different kind of heat growing inside her.

“Aw, and you sounded so sure of yourself too,” the Typhlosion snickers in a mocking tone, clearly enjoying using her own insult against her. “Why should I explain it to you? You didn't believe me before, so why should I think you will now?” he teases, lapping his tongue over her teats over and over.

“B-because I was w-wrong! I k-know I was! P-please!” Erin barks sorrily, wanting desperately to know what's happening to her. She can't deny that what he's doing to her nipples is arousing, but it's more than just that. Her body is becoming increasingly excited on its own, and through a fast rate at that.

“All right, all right- but you owe me a favor, got it?” the Typhlosion offers, smirking menacingly.

Erin takes a few moments to consider the male's bargain, not liking the sound or implications of it one bit. The feelings coursing through her system quickly decide the answer for her, though, the sensations bringing her to an almost crazed sense of curiosity. “Deal! Now just tell me!”

The Typhlosion grins widely, licking his lips. “Okay then. Since you wanna know so badly, I'll tell you. The move I used was called Overheat- like a few other Fire-type moves, it has the ability to put a girl like yourself into heat during mating,” he says all too happily, eying her form deviously.

“H-heat?!” Erin yells, hoping that wouldn't end up being the case. She'd never known a lot about the subject, but from what she remembers of Sophie's explanation a long time ago, “heat” is basically when a female Pokemon gets really horny. And with each passing second, that becomes more and more of an accurate description of her, her feminine entrance coating itself with more and more of her nectar.

“You heard me- heat- not that I need to tell you that now, anyway,” the male laughs, leaning his muzzle down towards her opening. “Using Overheat, I can force any girl I want into heat. In fact, I have!” he confesses, taking a deep whiff of her arousing scent, breathing a cloud of hot air over her passage once he finishes. “But that's not all.” The Typhlosion lightly passes his tongue over her entrance, wanting only to tease her. “The kind of heat Overheat puts you into... It's so much more powerful~.”

Erin gasps loudly, praying the Pokemon is only exaggerating. Just a few seconds is all she needs to discover her prayer has gone unanswered, both watching and feeling her body's lust skyrocket. While her nipples had been covered subtly enough by her cream fur before, they now stand perky and pink, practically begging for attention. Her feminine opening, which used to be plenty timid in appearance, is now literally drooling with arousal, her fur around and under it moist from her own juices. And that's only taking into account what she can see.

(This... This desire... I-I've never felt anything like it...) Erin thinks to herself, blushing intensely at the simple idea. (I-I understand why they call it heat... It's like- it's like there's really a flame inside me...) she goes on, her hips writhing in anguish. (There- there has to be something I can do... There- there must be a way to extinguish it...) she continues, struggling to try to free her paws from the Typhlosion's hold, yearning to plunge her forepaws into her own depths. (I-I think I'd do anything... I really do...)

Her eyes go wide as the Typhlosion abruptly shifts his position, leaving his extensive tool right in front of her muzzle. It's as if he knew exactly what she was thinking. In his new position, the male is now straddling the Growlithe's stomach, leaning slightly forward to point his member more directly towards her. Erin couldn't care less about positions, though. As long as her mate plans to use what she's looking how she knows he will, it doesn't matter to her how they do it at this point.

“My- my body... It's- it's prepared for you,” Erin gulps nervously, looking up at the Typhlosion with wanting eyes, spreading her hind legs expectantly. It kills her to condemn her masculinity by acting so submissive, but if she's ever felt the need to make an exception, it's definitely now.

“Not so fast,” the Typhlosion grins maniacally, stroking his member provokingly. “You haven't forgotten already, have you? You still owe me a favor!”

Panic is quickly added to Erin's expression of lust, shame, and concern. Taking care of whatever kind of favor the Typhlosion has in mind is the last thing on priority list. “I-I know what I said. But if you'd j-just be willing to tend to this... This b-burning in my...” she trails off, blushing fiercely. “I-I promise... I'll take care of it as s-soon as it's gone...”

“You're not in any position to be making the orders here,” the Typhlosion makes clear, pressing his tool roughly against Erin's muzzle. “Now then, I think it's pretty clear what I want in return...”

Erin's blood turns to ice- but only momentarily, her heat snapping her attention back to the object at hand. She hadn't come to terms with being a female Pokemon, and she hadn't come to terms with being forcefully mated- so how could she possibly come to terms with doing something like this? “I-I'm sorry... I'm so sorry... B-but I... I can't do th-that... Please, I'll do a-anything else, it's just-”

“Well then, I guess that fire's gonna have to burn inside you after all,” the Typhlosion shrugs, shaking his head. “I made myself clear. Either you do what I ask, or you bear with the consequences.”

Erin can't stop herself from letting out a distinct whine. Every part of her male mind is telling her to reject the convicting item in front of her, but every part of her female body is telling her to do whatever it takes to end this perpetual torture. Her view and smell of the Typhlosion's member is both tantalizing and revolting. Her face exudes a mix of opposition and acceptance. And the culmination of those contradicting feelings, bringing a foggy veil of water to her eyes, all boil down to one single, impulsive action.

Erin squeezes her eyes shut, giving the Typhlosion's tip a brief flick of her tongue.

“Attagirl,” the Typhlosion murrs in satisfaction, patting Erin on the head as a reward. “Now keep at it, you got a lot more work where that came from...”

Erin's composure flushes at the idea, but she keeps on going. The Growlithe drags her tongue along the front of the Typhlosion's manhood, going slower and slower with each consecutive lick. It doesn't take much time for the flavor of his musk to completely coat her tongue, occasional hints of his precum being the only exception. Realizing that she's only postponing the inevitable this way, Erin gently parts her muzzle, covers her teeth with her lips, and places the object in front of her between her forepaws, shutting her eyes again in preparation for the most shameful thing she hopes she'll ever have to do.

Erin feels the Typhlosion's length spread her muzzle as she leans forward, getting just under half his size in her before she winces, drawing back a bit to avoid being prodded in the back of the throat again.

“Hahh, much better...” the Typhlosion groans pleasedly, his member twitching in her mouth for the same reason. “But there's still room for you to improve... I think you could use some of my advice.”

“I 'on'f nee' youah a'vifh,” Erin says in an attempt to speak, turning completely red as she takes in the reason why it came out so mangled (literally).

“If you didn't, you'd know not to talk with your mouth full,” the Typhlosion chuckles in amusement, wagging a claw mockingly. “Let me rephrase myself- listen to what I have to say, or you don't get any more of this,” he continues, bucking his hips lightly. “What'll it be?”

Erin lets out a muffled cry, already knowing the kind of position she's been backed into. Ever since she started paying back this “favor,” the kind of attention her body's been craving has gone through the roof- and it's still going up at an alarming rate. But with the kind of ultimatums he's giving her... What choice does she really have?

Erin takes a deep breath through her nose before nodding her head gingerly, making her decision clear.

“Good decision, pet,” the Typhlosion smiles, petting Erin across the head like an animal. “First things first- you wanna make sure you're making good use of that tongue of yours. You can make your partner feel real good by giving them a thorough sweep with it, and you get to savor his great taste if you do it right,” he says, pulling her head forward. “Go ahead, give it a try.”

The Growlithe hesitates only for a moment, her lust immediately kicking her tongue into motion. Erin lets out a soft moan as she manages to do exactly what the male recommended with no practice at all, even adding a few swirling motions before she knows what she's doing.

“See, you're a natural!” the Typhlosion praises her, scratching her behind the ears. “Next, you're gonna want to move your head back and forth. Make sure to use long and fluid movements- not short and quick ones. That way you get the most out of your partner's volume, and you'll complement any kinds of movements he's making,” he explains, nodding for her to attempt it.

Erin's tail flicks excitedly from the praise and scritch between her ears, listening closely to what the Typhlosion says next. She doesn't waste any time in exercising the male's teachings, bobbing her head along his length in smooth and extended motions while also keeping them sensual and unpredictable.

“Wow, you're a quick learner, aren't you?” Erin's instructor asks, pinching and tugging her top two nipples as a reward. “After that, you want to ensure you're sucking him off, and that you're sucking him off right. You don't wanna be too aggressive and cut off all the feeling, but you don't wanna hold back too much so he doesn't feel it at all. You gotta find the right balance,” he grins, waiting patiently.

Erin releases a stifled moan the moment she feels the Typhlosion playing with her nipples, going straight back to work while he continues explaining the lesson to her. Her determination to perform her third lesson correctly leads her to master it within a matter of seconds, leading her to add a sort of rhythm to the way she does it after a little practice.

“Haaaaah... That's actually pretty good... I'm not sure you're as much of a rookie as you're letting on,” the Typhlosion teases, beginning to buck his hips slowly. “All right, there's just one more thing left for you to learn...” he starts, licking his teeth. “And that's making use of all three at the same time.”

Erin gulps anxiously as she hears him say that, unintentionally swallowing a quick shot of precum. The salty, arousing substance is more than enough to send her over the edge. The Growlithe presses her paw pads against both sides of the Typhlosion's firm member, using it to pull her muzzle back and forth over it. Her tongue strokes over each inch of the tool she can reach, using unpredictable movements to take in as much of his musky taste as she can. She closes her mouth over his tool, sucking the large object with an already skilled rhythm. And, as expected, she does all of them simultaneously.

“Yeah... Yeah!... That's good... That's great!...” the Typhlosion growls, forcing his tool more into her with each movement of his waist. “I... never expected such a... tiny novice like you could... make me feel like this,” he grunts in pleasure, his member leaking with pre. “But... Maybe I could use... some more experience myself,” he chuckles, looking down on Erin with a greedy smile on his face. “Because I could have lasted a lot longer!”

Erin's eyes flash wide open as she feels the Typhlosion's seed pumping into her muzzle, the thick, salty substance coating the inside of her already-filled mouth. It only takes a few seconds for her mouth to be completely full, the excess substance spilling out of the sides of her muzzle. The thought of taking it in doesn't even enter the Growlithe's mind before her male grabs her by the back of the head, forcing it and his tool even closer to one another. Erin can't do anything to prevent the front of his member from entering her throat, nor can she stop herself from swallowing the immense waves of his cum, the only other option being to take it down her windpipe. The Typhlosion stays in her there for quite some time, pouring more and more of his seed down her throat, moving slightly deeper with each push, and causing Erin to run out of breath fast. Just as the world begins to blur from her lack of oxygen, Erin manages an extended gasp for air as the male pulls out, the color quickly returning to her face. It becomes clear fairly quickly that the male isn't done yet, however, as he wraps a paw around his length, pointing it directly at her face. Erin winces as she watches the Typhlosion shoot his sticky white substance onto her cream-colored muzzle and her orange face fur, lasting only a couple more seconds before he finally comes to a stop.

“Ahhhhhhh... Not bad, girl... You'll be a pro in no time at that rate,” the Typhlosion giggles, sitting straight on her stomach. “And if you don't mind me saying so, white really suits you.”

“A-as a matter of fact, I do mind you saying so,” Erin scoffs, blushing as she wipes away the seed on her face with her forepaws. It's during that that her full attention is drawn yet again to her heat, which feels more potent than ever. She'd been a little too preoccupied during her most recent action to notice, but they'd only served in making her lust even worse. “N-now, a deal's a deal...” she says, pressing her forepaws against the Typhlosion's stomach, trying to push him where she needs him.

“I'm sorry, I don't know what you're talking about. You already got your side of the deal,” the Typhlosion chuckles, moving a forepaw behind him to gently stroke around the female's opening.

“You- you know what I'm talking about,” Erin winces, writhing underneath him from what he's doing. “This isn't something we- we need to reach an a-agreement on,” she stutters, looking up at him in want.

“No, I think it is.” The Typhlosion smiles, looking at the Growlithe below him amusedly. “What do you need from me? And what do I get from you in return?” he asks, tracing his other paw down his length.

Erin pants heavily in arousal, willing to admit anything to make this intense desire go away. “I-I need you to extinguish this flame inside me... And in return... You can use my body h-however you'd like...”

The Typhlosion looks up towards the ceiling, as if to ponder her offer. “Hm... I dunno... I'm still pretty spent from what we did a few minutes ago... Think you could wait a little while?”

“No,” Erin replies, gazing at him annoyedly.

“Fine, geez. No need to be so rude about it,” the Typhlosion laughs, shifting to sit himself upright in front of her rear. “Just so you know, it's gonna be a tight fit,” he informs her, leaning forward a little, resting the underside of his gigantic member against her entrance. “You sure you can handle it?”

“N-no,” Erin responds truthfully, gazing this time from his tool back to him in uncertainty.

“So you don't want this after all then?” he chuckles jokingly.

“No!” Erin shouts in disagreement, gazing at him with needing eyes.

“Could have fooled me with all the 'no' you've been giving me,” the Typhlosion teases, rubbing his member over the female's soaked entrance.

“S-stop being such a tease and just d-do it,” Erin mumbles, a vivid blush showing through her orange fur.

“You want me to do what?” the Typhlosion asks, getting to all fours and putting his body mostly parallel to hers, turning his head sideways and lifting an ear.

Erin takes a deep breath, feeling her frustration- both mental and physical- hit a peak. “Do me!”

“Oh, why didn't you just say so?”

“Aaaaaaah!” Erin gasps, watching and feeling as the Typhlosion rams into her opening with his much-larger, rock-hard tool, her walls quickly expanding to accommodate the difference in size. Relief washes over her mind and body, but it's not nearly enough to satisfy. Her inner heat needs much more to be sated- and she doesn't even need to ask to get it.

“Oh, yeah... You small ones always feel the best,” Erin's mate murrs, already beginning to rock her susceptible frame with his thrusts. “You feel the same way about us big ones, don't ya?”

Erin places her forepaws on the ground beside her, trying futilely to stabilize herself. She'd never had the opportunity to feel much smaller, but he's still bigger than Shadow was- and in her current condition, it's more than obvious to her what that means. “Of course I do!” she shouts in admittance, attempting to counteract his movements the best she can.

“That's a good girl,” the Typhlosion chuckles, moving his forepaws to her stomach. The male runs them up and down her sets of erect nipples, stopping occasionally to tweak and tug them while continuing his thrusts.

“Hahhhh...” Erin gasps, completely captivated by the feelings coursing through her. With the male now occupying her, what he's doing with her teats changes from arousal into immediate pleasure. As if the sensation of his member bucking against her walls weren't enough, the slicking sound as he does so only serves in making Erin even wetter. The Typhlosion's relentless thrusts bring his tip to her womb in no time at all- but it's not enough for either of them. Erin pants in approval at the feeling of even more of his tool pressing inside her, forcing her Pokemon body to make more room for it all over again. After a while, her tail wags excitedly as she experiences a familiar, building pressure in her feminine parts, the heat (and her lust) doing the same.

“Hahaha... Seems like you aren't gonna last much longer,” the Typhlosion giggles, slowing his movements just a bit. “With a body to fuck like yours... I've done well to last this long myself, you know,” the Typhlosion teases, licking Erin on the muzzle. “Ready to cum for me?”

With the Typhlosion's slower actions, Erin feels her heat steadily increasing again, bringing a desperate blush to her face. “I-I'm ready! Just- finish it! Please!!” she cries, counter-thrusting against him as fast and rough as she can.

“Don't need to tell me twice...”

“Aaaaaaahhhhhh!” Erin howls, blushing distinctly as she feels her womb fill far past its confines with the Typhlosion's seed. The sight and sensation of his thick white cum drooling out of her female entrance, along with the feel of being so thoroughly used, is plenty to drive her to her own climax. The Growlithe lets out another, much more feminine howl as her and her mate's mixed fluids drench the floor underneath her, bringing her to complete and utter bliss. Erin loses track of time amidst her extensive orgasm, the resulting euphoria making it so she couldn't care less. All she can think about is doing what she can to make these feelings last as long as possible- massaging her own teats, rocking her hips as she bucks them, and playing with her own clit- all while the Typhlosion continues using her as he was. They both last for what seems like eternity- but like all good things, that eternity had to come to an end some time. Erin gasps loudly as the Typhlosion steadily drags his member out of her, leaving her feeling complete and satisfied. The tortuous heat that had afflicted her is finally gone.

“Hehhhh... It's been a while since I've had a fuck that good...” the Typhlosion compliments, still caressing her body with his eyes. “I just got one more piece of advice- drop the whole resisting act. You weren't fooling anybody with that performance near the beginning,” he chuckles, grinning amusedly.

Erin turns her head to the side, her face turning pink. “That- that wasn't an act, you jerk. How I reacted after that... It's completely unrelated to how I really feel,” Erin scoffs, looking away from the male's accusing stare.

“Doesn't seem like you're trying to convince me,” the Typhlosion giggles, his ears perking up as the door behind him clacks open. “But hey, you can put on whatever kinda show you want. I'm sure you'll run into some guy who's into that sorta thing,” he says, stepping into the doorway, the Ninetales from before walking past him. “Best of luck with those eggs now!”

The door slowly closes in front of the two Pokemon, leaving Erin and Sophie on two different ends of the same room.

Erin growls under her breath, wishing she'd had more of a chance to argue the Typhlosion's claims. But she has more pressing matters to attend to, the sudden bulging of her stomach making that more than clear. Just like the day before, it isn't long before she's giving birth to another egg, the process being a little more familiar to her this time. Even without a partner's help to clear the thing from her system, she manages to push it out in nearly half the time she had before.

“Hnnnnn... Finally...” Erin exhales, taking a moment to look at the red and black-spotted egg between her hind legs. The fact she can make something like it is still extremely odd to her... But not as odd as the sensations that follow.

“Tch... What's... Going on now?” Erin grunts, squeezing an eye shut, placing her forepaws on her stomach.

“To think, I actually thought you might have understood what heat is. That's the last time I give you too much credit,” Matt's voice booms mockingly over the room's speakers.

“Well, maybe I'd be a little smarter if you'd spend less time mocking me and more time educating me,” Erin winces, knowing how synonymous the two are with that man.

“I have no idea what you're talking about! I only have your best interest in mind, you know,” Matt laughs almost too hysterically. “But to 'properly educate you,' the things you're going through is just one of the two byproducts of a female's heat. The first is, like I'm sure you noticed, a heightened sex drive. And the second is, like you're noticing now- a heightened fertility,” he says, a smart undertone evident in his voice. “Don't believe me? Just take a look at your girlfriend.”

Erin's heart skips a beat. She'd been so wrapped up in her own problems, she'd almost forgotten about Sophie. She quickly turns her head towards where the Ninetales had taken her earlier, seeing her Torchic body lying sideways on the floor. It's easy to see that she's unconscious- whether it's from fatigue or the sleeping drugs in her collar, she's unsure. Either way, the two objects lying on the floor behind her make it plain to understand that their captor is telling the truth.

Erin slowly turns her gaze back to her expanding belly, staring for nearly half a minute before going into labor again. It takes a good amount of strength, and a little more time from how tired she is to rid herself of her second oval intruder. Erin takes a deep breath, closing her eyes and beginning to relax... That is, until the same sensation return again.

“Uhnnnn... N-not again...” Erin breathes softly, flinching at the feel of her bloating underside. The third egg develops about as fast as the others had, but Erin's exhaustion keeps her from clearing it for some time. With one desperate, final push, the Growlithe's female opening closes around the tip of what's sure to be the final egg. Erin weakly lifts her head, taking one last look at the eggs and mess of fluids around her hind legs. Her limits long reached, Erin's head falls back to the floor behind her, her eyes closing themselves as she fades from consciousness. Her last thought is of what tomorrow will bring- and what it will mean for her and Sophie.

***

“Five eggs total, huh?” Noel asks, carrying a limp Eevee in both her arms.

“It's a lot, for sure. I know a certain group of people will be happy to find out,” Matt replies, rounding a corner with an unconscious Poochyena tucked under his right arm. “We can't forget to mention the experimental chemicals worked as planned, either. These two changed back to their base forms no problem at all,” he says, glancing between Erin and Sophie.

“That's right! It's been a good day, hasn't it?” Noel smiles towards Matt.

“Yeah... Right...” Matt mumbles, turning his head towards the ground... His eyes resting on Erin.

“Matt...” Noel starts, looking at him worriedly.

“Why don't you go on back and take care of the eggs? I'll put these two back in their cages,” Matt says, smiling back towards Noel as they reach their destination.

The blonde-haired woman blinks a couple times before shaking her head, holding the Eevee out to him. “O-okay then. I'll see you soon, all right?” she asks, placing Sophie in his left hand.

“You say it like I could just leave,” Matt laughs, placing the Eevee under his left arm just as his stomach lets out a growl. “Hey, I'm pretty hungry- maybe we can eat lunch once I get back?”

“Definitely!... Minus the apples, of course,” Noel giggles.

“You just had to give them mine too, didn't you?” Matt shakes his head, grinning slightly. “Don't think I'll just let this slide. You owe me one of yours next time, got it?” he asks, clicking the door open.

Noel nods her head in agreement, slowly turning around to walk in the other direction.

The door clicks behind Matt as he enters Erin and Sophie's holding room, leaving him in front of two cages. He gently sets the two Pokemon on the ground as he digs the remote out of his pocket, tapping a button to open Sophie's cage. Picking the Eevee up off the ground and placing her in her own cage is easy. But putting his hand on the cage's door to close it causes him to hesitate. His eyes turn to look at the empty cage next to Sophie's, then down to the Poochyena beside him. Matt closes his eyes, baring his teeth in frustration. His instructions were clear- so why did they have to feel so wrong?

A few minutes pass before Matt steps out of the holding room. The man runs his hands through his slicked-back black hair, turning to head the way he came until he hears a voice behind him.

“You did the right thing,” its owner says, the voice all too familiar.

“I should have known you'd stay and spy on me,” Matt sighs, spinning around to look at Noel. “I guess you noticed there's no surveillance in that room, too?”

“Long before you did,” Noel smiles momentarily, her expression slowly changing to one that's more worrisome. “But do you really think it's a good idea? I mean, if somebody notices, we both could be...”

“Don't worry so much. We both may have jobs to do, but the guys up top only care about what they do outside those cages. Besides, if they ask, I'll just say you did it. It ties in with your character so well, it's practically worth bonus points,” Matt laughs, grinning confidently.

Noel chuckles, clearly put at ease through Matt's words. “You're absolutely right,” she says, looking into the window to Erin and Sophie's room. “I doubt the higher-ups would be as collected if they thought you were responsible, though...”

Matt nods, stepping beside her to look into the room himself. “I know. I understand the kind of role I have to fill. But even so... Orders or not...” he trails off, watching the two Pokemon sleeping next to one another. “I couldn't bring myself to put them in their own cages.”

“That's good. I'm relieved,” Noel says seriously, letting out a deep sigh.

“What's that supposed to mean?” Matt asks, perplexed as to what she's getting at.

Noel shakes her head. “It's nothing. Now can we get something to eat? I'm starving!” she exclaims, already beginning to walk past Matt.

Matt smiles, jogging a bit to catch up with her. “Okay, fine- but only after we take care of those eggs- and no more stealing my food, deal?”

“Deal.”