Phrena wondered if the inn staff would make it awkward for her—part of a group of seven renting out the penthouse suite and its massive, nearly room-sized bed. It was obvious what was going to go down there. But the auntly Zangoose behind the counter merely said Phrena was expected when she gave her name and sent her up with the ghost of a knowing smile.

As she climbed the stairs, Phrena felt a curious mélange of emotion—apprehension most of all, but also excitement, a sense of planning, a sense of wonder; was she finally going to have an egg of her own? Was she going to be a mother? Children were raised communally by towns or guilds, but it wasn’t hard to figure out who your parents are. Growing up in her guild, Phrena had always known that the matronly Flareon who worked in the guild kitchen, never failing to meet the young Eevee with a smile and give her extra treats, was hers.

But the other feeling was frustration—Hyssa had managed to edge herself and her team into this reward after nearly sabotaging her entire journey. As she reached the top floor, Phrena shook her head with consternation, nudging open the door. It was done, the deal was made, she just had to try and live with it.

The room inside was clearly designed with one thing in mind. A skylight, the glass slightly clouded to afford privacy from bird pokemon, let in natural light. The room was sparse with few pictures on the walls, but a few blossoms in the corners lent a floral, natural scent. The only other adornments were incenses to complement the flowers, which Phrena hoped stayed unlit. She was sensitive to artificial smells.

The centerpiece was a lush bed, massive in size, so much that two or three Tyranitar could have bunkered down without problem. Their little group of seven normal-sized mons would have no trouble. Volta was already splayed across it, purring lightly; the Luxio’s loins glistened in a way that spoke to an experience even more recent than her tryst in the dungeon, and Tidal rested at the edge of the bed, dimpling the satin covers. He was still slightly erect; the room smelled of sex.

Phrena shut the door and raised an eyebrow. “Already?”

The Dewott shrugged. “She really wanted a go. Figured there was no harm in indulging.”

“Don’t worry, ma’am,” Volta said, still purring. She raised her blushing head from the mattress. “I’ll still be participating.”

“Good for you,” Phrena said flatly. Trotting over to the bed, she hopped up. It was soft… luxurious, even. She couldn’t imagine how much the inn had spent on it, how much it spent to clean the damn thing. How much would it cost to rent for even a single night? She almost felt bad for putting it all on Tidal.

Almost.

For his part, the Dewott didn’t seem to mind. Leaning back, seemingly oblivious to the fact his red cock was on display (but then, they were planning to spend the night breeding) he used his paws as a pillow and gazed out the skylight. “Been way too long since I saw the blue sky,” he said. “Those outriders had me captive in those stone walls for a good while.” A toothy grin broke his face. “But you can’t keep a good freelancer pinned for long! Once I get my affairs in order and reconnect with all my contacts, it’s back on the job for me!”

Phrena couldn’t help but smile at his infectious energy.

Hyssa and her team showed up a while later, having recuperated from the bruises sustained in battle against the outriders. The Arbok’s nostrils flared once as she slithered into the room and she fixed Phrena with an arch glance. “Couldn’t wait to get started, could we?”

Before Phrena could retort, Volta cut in, waving a paw lazily. “That one’s allllll me,” she said shamelessly. She rolled over on her tummy to look at them, her face falling. “Aww… Flurry didn’t decide to come after all? Bummer.”

The Delibird had shown some embarrassment at the prospect… he hadn’t confirmed whether he’d be showing up or not. But as Torrent, Hyssa’s Buizel teammate, moved to shut the door, a red-feathered wing edged in.

“Hold up!” Flurry wriggled inside, looking both excited and a bit nervous. “I’m, uh… I decided… well, you see… I’m gonna…!”

“Oh for Giratina’s sake,” Hex said, rolling her eyes. “Shut up and fuck me already.” And before any of them could do anything, the Braixen grabbed a stunned Flurry by his front feathers, pulling him in. She planted a kiss on the surprised bird pokemon—and then he kissed back, harder and more passionately, his wingtips gliding down to stroke through her fur. In response, Hex reached down to his swiftly-growing cock, giving it a squeeze that made Flurry squawk in surprise and appreciation, and then they tumbled onto the bed—

And everything just kind of went from there.

Torrent eyed his teammate feeling up Flurry with wide eyes, his composure broken only further as his team leader wrapped sensually around him. “No need to hide what you feel from me anymore, love,” Hyssa said, her voice rich. “Come now.” Her slit was barely visible in the undercarriage of her body, but she coiled about him in a way that rubbed it against the Buizel’s cock, his voice choking from pleasure, a blush coloring his face. The two of them slumped against the bed, Arbok’s voice humming pleasantly as she lured him into erectness by rubbing against him, and then she angled her slick pussy right above his cock and—

Torrent bucked up, sinking in, and both of them rumbled in pleasure. Hyssa tightened her coils, squeezing him in and forcing him deeper. A little further down the bed, Hex and Flurry had progressed; the Delibird was reclining in a half-laying, half-sitting position, panting as his onetime rival took his cock in her mouth. He was quite impressive, in fact, more than Phrena would have guessed; Hex bobbed up and down, mmmrphing with joy as he pushed into her face, her throat bulging slightly as he started to press in deeper.

A touch on her back almost made Phrena jump. She turned to find Tidal looking at her almost seductively; Volta had risen behind him, her languidness gone. She was energized and ready to go again.

“You just going to watch?” Tidal said with a hint of flirtatiousness. “It seems you’re a little, ah…”

Phrena blushed, suddenly aware that she was soaking, her pussy slick with arousal. Storming spirits, he she really gotten that worked up just from watching?

She could tell herself all she wanted that this was about the egg she’d receive; about the prestige it would bring her and her team, and the satisfaction of knowing she continued her family line—and all of those were concerns. But deep down, in the heat of the moment, her teammates and rivals fucking like crazy around her, Phrena had to admit—right now, she just really wanted a good lay.

With a wordless growl of need, she pounced Tidal, who rolled back with a cry of delight. Volta hooted, looking on, as the two of them rolled across the bed, Phrena ending up on bottom with Tidal looking down in anticipation.

Rolling over onto her stomach, feeling her teats brush against the satin covers and the cold shock of her slick pussy being exposed to the air, Phrena just whispered: “Come on, then. Fuck me. Give me eggs. Do it!”

Chuckling in affirmation, Tidal loomed over her, his fur brushing against her back, the tip of his cock tickling her outer folds, and then—

He pushed in, and she was overcome by bliss.

It had been a while since Phrena had a good lay, but her body responded to it with familiarity, clenching around his member and drawing a hiss of pleasure from the Dewott. She felt him surging in, stroking every part of her inner sanctum, felt herself yield to him, and then he really started going at it.

He started off slow, earning every thrust, making her croon and coo. Her slickness made things easy for them both, and every ride of his cock left Phrena shuddering in joy. He was a practiced lover, that much she could tell; he knew to vary up his pace, going from sensual slowness to spectacular speediness, the sheer regularity of him hammering her making her tongue loll out of her mouth.

Arceus above, she had missed this. It had been far too long.

At one particularly luscious clench from her, an act that almost left her dizzy with arousal and stimulation, she was met by a blissful sigh from Tidal. “Damn,” he said, “I do love this…”

A female in every town, she thought wryly. Well, I don’t mind. It gave him practice.

Eventually Volta trotted over, her paws dimpling the satin-cloaked mattress. Rearing up on her hind legs, she met her mouth to Tidal’s, and the two of them began making out passionately right above Phrena even as Tidal kept on rutting her. Whining as he stroked especially deep, Phrena felt a new aroma enveloping her. Volta’s soaked cunt was scarcely an inch from her face…

Almost without thinking, Phrena leaned forward as best she could and gave her teammate’s muff a delectable lick. The response was immediate, Volta tensing and then deflating with a sudden thrill, her voice abruptly moaning against Tidal as the two of them continued making out. Scooting her legs a little bit closer to Phrena was all the approval the Sylveon needed, and she started eating out her subordinate.

Before long, Phrena was nose-deep in Volta’s pussy, lapping furiously, her tongue tracing Volta’s outer folds and dipping in to make her croon; the Luxio trembled as Volta swirled her tongue around her tender clit. Phrena moaned into her teammate whenever Tidal thrust especially deep, and the moan was met in turn by one from Volta, her mouth locked with Tidal.

Eventually, the Dewott broke his kiss with Volta to lean down by Phrena’s ear. “I hope you’re ready,” he whispered, his voice taut. “I’m gonna breed you now.”

A mere handful of seconds after, he slammed deep into her, grunting and—

And Phrena was left gasping as his cum flooded her.

The sudden fullness left her rocking from orgasmic bliss as she came in unison with him, her world tilting; she was only dimly aware of Tidal sliding out of her, of the way she keened at the sudden emptiness, of Volta bending over her, using her paws to push Phrena deeper into her cunt. Even as she was consumed by orgasm, Phrena still lapped, lapped, lapped until Volta tensed, whining and squirting as she came too; both females collapsed against each other, panting.

From the corner of her eye, Phrena could see the others continuing their lovemaking; Hyssa had uncoiled from Torrent, leaking pearlescent cum from her slit as the Buizel reclined with a satisfied smirk; Hex, who it seemed had just finished getting plowed by Flurry, was immediately approached by Tidal. Offering herself, she was taken by the Dewott, her voice keening with delight; Flurry flapped over to Tidal, his cock still on display. The Water-type looked at it eagerly and opened his mouth even as he continued pleasuring Hex; taking in Flurry’s cock, the Dewott murred with pleasure, working and deepthroating Flurry’s cock even as he kept on pounding Hex. All three of them were a blushing mess.

Volta was already prepped and prepared to go—Again? Phrena thought. What legend gave this Luxio her stamina?—and she sauntered sultrily over to Torrent, brushing her back coyly against the stammering Buizel with a knowing smirk on her face, sparks dancing at the tip of her tail.

For her part, since she’d already been bred by Tidal, Phrena was content to sit back and let the rest of them have at it. Curiously, she didn’t feel like she doubted Tidal’s story anymore. She felt different than other fuckings, as if her body somehow already knew that he’d put a kid in her. She wondered how she’d look in a few months, heavy and ready to squeeze out an egg…

But her musings were cut off as a long shape approached her. “Looks like everyone else is busying themselves,” Hyssa said, her voice sibilant, her snatch still slick from Torrent’s attentions. “I suppose that just leaves the two of us, hmmm?”

“In your dreams,” Phrena shot back acidly.

“But I don’t have to dream.” Hyssa’s words were smooth as silk. “The two of us tasted each other well enough back in our apprenticeship, did we not?”

Phrena scoffed but didn’t deny it. They’d each been raised by the same guild, and upon reaching the age of maturity, had started their apprenticeship, shacked up in the same quarters. Inevitably, one thing had led to another.

Heat rose in Phrena. Those had been good times. How dare Hyssa bring them up again, after all she did!

The Arbok was coiling sensually around her, forked tongue flickering in and out of her mouth with amusement. “Those were some delicious moments, Phrena,” she breathed. “Whatever happened to them?”

“You happened,” she spat, aware that Hyssa was coiling closer and closer, an almost intimate gesture. She knew that if she spoke out, Hyssa would stop—if only because there were others there. Still, she let her coil closer, feeling the Arbok’s warmth radiating. “We had such a great run as teammates… so many successful missions… and then you abandoned us in that canyon to find the artifact and steal the reward for yourself!”

“I did all the work on that mission,” Hyssa replied. Her coils were pressing against Phrena’s coat, the smooth scales gliding against fur. The serpent brough her head close to Phrena’s, their faces mere inches apart. “And on so many others. It was only deserving I reap the rewards.”

“Bullshit!” Phrena snarled. “By abandoning your teammates? Your leader?”

“Leader…” Hyssa stretched the word out like it was the name of a lover. “Tell me, Phrena. Back in our guild days I outperformed you in every class.” Phrena tried not to sulk. It wasn’t completely true… in athletics, Phrena was always on top. But yes, although Phrena had done well in every other category, Hyssa had ranked above her.

“What’s your point?”

Instead of words, Hyssa slithered the trunk of her tail down between Phrena’s legs. The Sylveon shuddered—and then moaned as Hyssa lined up their pussies, pressing them together in an intimate union that made her cheeks burn with need.

“Just like old times,” Hyssa murmured, and then she pressed harder against Phrena, making her squirm. Fuck, that was good. “Old times.”

Phrena used one of her feelers to trace the outside of Hyssa’s pussy, her touch gentle and feathery, the Arbok undulating with pleasure. Hyssa coiled tighter, squeezing Phrena to her, and the two of them rocked in mutual bliss as their cunts kissed, lips rubbing and sliding against each other on waves of slick.

After a few minutes of this, Hyssa brought her mouth low and nipped impishly at Phrena’s ear. Not a poison bite, but one that set off an erogenous zone; the Sylveon trembled, rubbing her sex against Hyssa’s as she danced on the cusp of orgasm. For a moment, she could pretend their fight had never happened.

But it wasn’t to last. Her mouth still touching Phrena’s ear, Hyssa whispered: “My point is that if I aced every course, why were you the team leader?”

Immediately after, she put her weight down on their pussies, making Phrena’s vision halo as a sexual thrill erupted throughout her. Her body quivered.

This is what she wants, she realized. She wants me to surrender to her, to prove her point, that she’s better than me. Stupid fucking narcissist, did she insist on even making sex a competition?

In response, Phrena reached up her other feeler and stroked the inside of Hyssa’s hood, where the Arbok species was said to be most sensitive. For the first time in the evening, the snake’s composure broke, and her voice squeaked with unanticipated, fervent delight.

“Maybe,” Phrena replied, every word breathy, “they saw that you felt entitled to it, and thought that made for a bad quality in a new leader.”

Around them, the others were going wild. Torrent was rutting Volta fervently, the Luxio looking like she was having the time of her life; Hex was splayed, half-conscious, on the mattress, smiling beatifically as cum from both Tidal and Flurry seeped out of her; the two males in question were passionately frotting, both of them blushing with arousal, eyes locked.

Hyssa composed herself and coiled even tighter, the tip of her tail reaching up to stroke and caress the back of Phrena’s neck. The touch made her want to melt.

“You say that,” the Arbok hissed, her voice low, her mouth to Phrena’s ear, “but you know what I think?”

“I think you’re just—a-ahn, just d-dying to tell me,” Phrena replied, her voice breathy as she continued riding her ex-teammate’s cunt.

“I think,” she said, “no one cared about the unclaimed child of some outrider. The poor orphan whose egg was just found, cast off, in a dungeon. Whereas you… your mother was in the guild. Of course they’d favor you.”

God, Phrena was close. Hyssa undulated and her scales stroked her clit. “She was the—oh Arceus, the f-fucking cook! Get over yourself!” She drove down a feeler to stroke Hyssa’s slit again—and then managed to slip inside, the Arbok’s eyes shrinking to pinpricks as she half-collapsed against Phrena, her voice blissful and ragged.

“You have parent issues so you took it out on us? Your team, your leader?” Phrena said, her voice focused despite the fact that she was one good twinge away from orgasm. “We—hhhhnnnnn—we were lovers and you left me to the mercy of outriders!”

“Y-you… you e-escaped…” Hyssa said, her voice raw. She sounded like she had more to say but her words trailed off into incoherence as Phrena strummed deep inside of her with her feelers. Sobbing as she clenched, Hyssa finally came, her voice breaking as she squeezed chaotically around Phrena’s feeler, over and over again. And the feeling of her former lover’s mound dancing familiarly underneath her was enough to drive Phrena over the edge. She came too, her vision swimming as orgasm washed over them both.

As they lay together in a post orgasmic tangle, Phrena found herself staring at a sleepy-looking Hyssa. “We escaped, but we might not have,” she said, and for once her voice lacked its bite. Didn’t Hyssa see? Didn’t she see what she had gambled with, what could have happened to Phrena and the others if she judged wrong?

Even in her well-fucked state, Hyssa found the energy to be dismissive. “But you did.”

She really doesn’t see—or doesn’t care, Phrena thought. And just like that, the betrayal was there again, cutting almost as deep as that day when she’d been left stranded on a shelf with the others, outriders closing in, and there was Hyssa above with the pack.

“Throw us the pack!” Phrena had begged desperate for the Escape Orb within, but instead, a calculated look in her eyes, Hyssa had turned away. “Hyssa, come back!” And after almost an hour of fighting, Phrena and her team broke free and found the altar empty—and the client back in town shrugging, explaining he’d given his sizable sum to a “freelance Poison-type.”

How Phrena had cried that night, the night before hurt turned to hate.

“I… loathe you,” she said, and meant it.

Hyssa rose, tongue flicking. “How predictable.” And then she slithered gingerly over to distract Tidal from giving Flurry a pawjob, the last female to claim her reward. Leaning back, Phrena gingerly stroked her tummy with her feeler, imagining its coming roundness, and tried not to wallow in emotion.

She was only partially successful.

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They were a few weeks before their projected laying, and their teats were tender—so Phrena and Volta had taken to helping each other out.

Phrena laid on her side, her belly ripe and lush like a berry, as the equally-pregnant Luxio drank from her; Volta’s mouth was tender and touching, constantly sucking in milk. Phrena had long since accepted that she enjoyed the feeling of nursing, and luxuriated in the sensation with a happy blush.

It had taken only a few short days before all four females had started feeling a certain… weight down in their bellies. An Audino in town had put his ears to their tummies and smiled with confirmation for all four. And with that, his debt paid, Tidal had waved pleasantly and departed for parts unknown, back to his freelancer’s life.

Hyssa had taken her team to a different down, and while for a few weeks Phrena and Volta had been content to engage themselves in low-risk, small-paying jobs as they slowly rounded out, eventually even that was too much, and they were forced to wait as Flurry did temporary freelance work. The town eagerly awaited the coming Eevee and Shinx, and the two mothers-to-be were afforded luxuries and prestige.

Withdrawing her lips from Phrena’s teats with a satisfied smack, Volta wiped a tiny trickle of milk from her mouth, her eyes sparkling. “I can’t wait till this thing is outta me! You think we’ll be able to jump right back into adventuring?”

“Not sure,” Phrena replied, brushing a paw over her belly. She hadn’t stopped thinking about Hyssa—about the things that she had felt compelled to do because of an inadequacy forced on her by her parentage. No one cared about the unclaimed child of some outrider…

She contemplated her own roundness, the egg growing within. Her child would be raised by the village, and she’d be away on missions for most of it—but when she returned, she planned to shower them with affection and praise. She would encourage Volta to do the same, even if the Electric-type was itching to go back on the trails again.

Maybe you’ll learn from those feelings, Hyssa, she thought. Maybe you’ll be like my mom was and support your child too. Maybe you’ll be better.

She thought back to herself, on that ledge with her teammates, and Hyssa slithering away. She rose with a sigh, the egg heavy in her belly.

Somehow, she doubted it.