Performance Anxiety (LTVB Side Story - Annie)

Here's a bit more of our strong bubblegum-haired Annie! Check out the "LTVB - Annie" collection if you've not read them all yet or want a refresher. You'll want to have read the last one at least, as it has a lot of returning faces!

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Annie had never expected to find a hobby she loved.

That sounds a bit dramatic, but when Annie was younger, she really had tried. It was so easy to excel in every club and sports team at school, and it'd never been fun. She didn't enjoy crushing people in competitive sports or making people feel bad that she quickly achieved something that took them years. Some people could have taken the good with the bad there, but other people's admiration didn't motivate Annie. She knew she could impress people; her Hatterene mother had prepared her for a life of being a dazzling star, and other people's fawning gazes did nothing for her. She wanted to lift people, not have them feel small. She'd resolved never to really find a hobby that challenged her enough to be enjoyable and tried to gather a great breadth of experiences instead, dipping in and out just to see what people enjoyed without getting too into it that she showed them up.

Pokémon training had been the first thing she'd found genuinely challenging. Dealing with her team of adorable misfits was a constant, refreshing challenge, and better yet while doing it, she'd found one more thing that she genuinely loved.

Modelling. Annie smoothed a hand over her white button-down shirt and cocked her hip to stretch the pair of tight black trousers she'd been squeezed into. Letting her ass really stretch them out and getting everyone to stare in silence for a moment. Dressing up and trying to look good for Ria's excellent camera skills was simple. Still, it had real personal satisfaction, even if Annie couldn't pinpoint why.

"It's so silly," Telly said, sitting on her legs atop a plush black sofa chair, a sleeve of her grey sweater over her mouth to muffle her laugh. "You don't care for people staring at you when you aren't even trying. But now you're making people stare at you on purpose!"

"It doesn't take much to make you all stare," Annie smiled, flicking back the blue half of her blue and pink hair. Ria had told her not to move, but her camera shutter only clicked faster as she tried to catch Annie's hair in motion.

"Oh yeah," Mirri said. The Impidimp was lying on a sofa, her head Maki the Sinistea's lap. The ghost Pokémon shone up Mirri's horns with a dry cloth and spray bottle polish. "Very unfair how beautiful you are. Makes all look like Muks."

"I think you're all beautiful too," Annie said. "Even Mirri."

Mirri flipped her off from Maki's lap. Maki gently put her hand around Mirri's and folded her finger back in.

"Our trainer is working." Maki admonished. "Ria and Fizz were very polite, letting us be here. The least we can do is behave."

"It's okay, Maki," Fizz said. The cheerful Ribombee was behind Ria, watching her work her camera and using her Dazzling Gleam to help provide just the right lighting. "You can all be as rude as you like. The photos are best when the subject genuinely reacts to things. There has to be a genuine light behind the eyes and intention in their movements."

"So I should tease Annie?" Mirri asked, her eyes shining with a potential mischief. Incredible. An actual Bug-type was in the room, and Mirri somehow behaved worse than her.

"Yes," Ria said. "Please. I'd love to capture a blush on that face."

"We haven't worked out how to make her blush yet," Telly said, putting her hands in her lap. Her big purple eyes gleamed as she stared intently at Annie. "But we're working on it."

Telly smiled as she moved her gaze over Annie, and her eyes only got brighter as she began to get worked up, shuffling her legs to try to get comfortable in her strange sitting position. Usually, by now, things would be floating about as her power leaked out, but Telly's control got better every day. Not it took a real shock to the system for her to slip up. Annie was so proud of her.

Still, Annie was also very observant. Telly wasn't slipping anything by her.

"We're working on it," Annie repeated. "So you are all plotting on something together."

"Us?" Mirri gasped, "No! We'd never, Maki would tell you."

Maki nodded enthusiastically, her fat purple and gold dreads bobbing around. "I would inform Annie immediately if I knew what you were both up to."

Curiously specific denial. Annie narrowed her gaze at Telly and Mirri, the smoldering look earning a happy little gasp from Ria.

"I love working with you, Annie." the camerawoman said as she snapped away furiously. "I can't believe you just landed in my lap. You are the best thing that happened to me."

Annie tilted her chin haughtily and let Ria work. Flattery wasn't her thing; she just wanted to give Ria some good shots.

"Aw! Nice try, Ria. I'd have blushed at that." Fizz laughed, batting at Ria's twin red ponytails.

Ria leaned back into it, tipping her head back until she could look up at

the Ribombee. "Well, I was lying; she's only the second-best thing that's happened to me."

Fizz blushed, the Rimbobee fluttering her pure white wings and picking up a slight breeze in the studio. Annie let the wind work on her hair, taking a deep, calming breath. She still didn't know why she felt so at ease doing this, but it felt good.

"You're the best thing that's ever happened to me," Fizz said, leaning down and giving her a peck of a forehead kiss.

"Obviously," Ria said, turning the camera onto Fizz and taking some upside-down shots of her that wouldn't be in focus at all. "I'm the fucking best."

"Second best," Telly corrected. "Annie is the best."

"Third," Annie said. "Telly is the first."

"You're all first," Maki huffed. "And rising higher every day."

"Our ranking system is fucked," Mirri said. She stretched out her arms and sat up. "As cute as all this is, and don't get me wrong, Ria and Fizz, you are super cute; where's the new girl? I wanted to see who Annie is going to destroy today."

"What makes you think I'm going to destroy anyone?" Annie asked, quirking an eyebrow. "I've learned how to tone it down."

"Don't you dare," Ria snapped. "Keep the intensity. You're going to sizzle for the first double shoot. Olivia is a perfect fit for you."

"I wonder when we'll meet her," Telly said, drawing out every word. Then, slowly, she turned her head to look at the door.

There was a long, awkward pause.

"She's waiting outside the door," Telly whispered, "I thought she was going to knock."

Maki poured herself off the couch, her porcelain armor clinking as it followed the wave of her liquid body. It came back all misaligned, and she had to push it back into place and fluff her hair from a globby mess into its usual dreads before she could open the door.

It swung open to reveal a Pokémon frozen in shock. Her arm raised to knock, and she looked panicked. Annie had been expecting some kind of slim, leggy beauty, but her figure was charmingly soft and rounded. She looked so incredibly huggable, her limbs plump in a squishy way that looked like it'd be incredibly satisfying to grip. Her skin was gorgeous, a beautiful caramel color with a glossy shine that made her pop against the corridor behind her. It made sense why she was a model, she looked more real than the world around her and was cute as a button. Her hair was a bit like Maki's, but instead of fat purple and gold dreads, they were a gorgeous straw blonde, all swept back into huge intertwined braids. Four of the thin blonde tendrils were sticking out of her head, bobbing like bunny ears as she nervously looked between everyone in the room with her big purple eyes.

"Ah!" she said, then shrank in on herself, "Hi."

"Hi," Annie said, smiling and nodding to the woman in the door. "You're Olivia, right?"

"Yeah," Olivia whispered, her voice even quieter now. "Oh no, you're stunning."

"I think the same could be said for you," Annie said, striding across the room and holding her hand out to shake. Olivia stared at her hand for a few moments and then put her own out, and Annie took it, gently shaking her hand. Olivia's hand fell apart in her grip, dripping between her fingers.

"Ah!" Olivia shrieked, "Oh no! I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to—"

"It's fine," Annie said. "I'm looking forward to working with you."

Olivia just looked at her, wide-eyed, her mouth open in a small O. "I'm a Dragon, so is it okay if I'm ... um ... assertive and scary and ... I mean, if it's okay? You don't have to."

"I look forward to it," Annie said, "Ria will let you know if anything doesn't work, but I want you to try. I like being challenged."

"Annie, you're scaring her," Telly said.

Yeah. Annie guessed she was, but she didn't mean to! Olivia was so skittish, which was strange for a Dragon type, who were usually aggressively proud. She looked like she got scared by strong breezes, the poor thing. Beautiful, but so fragile.

"Olivia is a Shiny Goomy," Ria said proudly. "And one of my best talents, along with you, Annie. I think her blushing unique beauty and your strong, assertive nature and unfairly fantastic ass would make some absolutely heartstopping work."

"Y-yeah," Olivia gulped. "Heartstopping."

She looked moments away from hyperventilating. Annie had to calm her down if this was going to work.

"Hey," Annie said, putting her hand on Olivia's shoulder and reassuringly squeezing her. Olivia just melted under her grip, forming a gooey caramel puddle on the ground, with two purple eyes floating in it, which were blinking rapidly as they took in the scale of Annie's ass from below.

Annie looked hopelessly to Ria for help.

"Yeah, that's tough," Ria said, chewing her thumb. "Fizz, you got some advice?"

"I think we need to let Olivia have a breather," Fizz said. “We need to get her dressed up anyway. Why don't you take your team for a coffee, Annie? You are a lot to take in."

"It's just so big." the gooey puddle meant to be Annie's modeling partner bubbled. "She's art!"

"I'm glad Annie doesn't have an ego because that display would have been ruinous," Mirri said as she hopped up to her feet, stretching and bouncing on her heels. "Drinks are on me. I know the perfect cafe!"

Mirri was offering to pay for drinks? And Telly wasn't arguing with her, just nodding along, her ears flicking back and forth as she tried to hide a smile. They really were up to something. Scheming together couldn't be good, but Olivia was already struggling to handle Annie. Being assertive here might make her seem completely unapproachable. For the good of the shoot, she was willing to go along with whatever mess they'd cooked up for her.

"Will there be tea?" Maki said, "There has to be tea."

There was a long pause.

"Yeah, there will be tea." Mirri nodded. "For sure."

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"I don't see any tea." Maki sighed as she read the cafe menu.

"It's right here," Mirri said, leaning over to lay her head on Maki's side. "One Sinistea and she tastes so sweet."

"Annie, can I Mega Drain her?"

"She has to drink a cup of you." Annie said, "Her punishment for lying."

"Jokes on you, Maki is delicious."

Maki tried to keep looking angry, but the smile creeping up the corner of her lips was unmistakable. She couldn't be mad at a compliment like that; Maki had been a bitter drink to swallow when they'd first met. She'd become a rather sweet taste as she fit into the team more, and Annie even suspected she might be the first to Evolve. Maki had just had such a massive change in attitude, becoming the family-loving big sister of the group. It was almost loving how she held her hand over Mirri's open mouth and let the golden liquid in her fingers drip in. Weird, but loving.

Mirri lying about the menu had been evil, but she had picked a nice place. They'd gotten some seats in the outdoor section, which was genuinely beautiful. A wall of roses surrounded their table, making it more of a booth area and providing them some much-needed shade from the sun. Their chairs and tables look like they'd grown right out of the ground, with twisted roots and vines dotted with colorful petaled flowers. It reminded her a little of home. All it needed was some glowing mushrooms and the ever-pervading presence of her Hatterene mother.

She needed to call them this weekend and update them on the adventure. They would never believe what she was up to now. Well, that or Circe would already know. It was kind of impossible to ever really surprise her mother.

The quiet snapped Annie out of her thoughts. All her partners were staring at her with silly smiles.

"What?" Annie said, using her menu to bap Mirri on one of her horns. "Out with it."

"You're pretty when you smile," Mirri said. "You've been doing it a lot more lately."

"That's not going to make me blush."

"Told you it wouldn't." Telly grinned, burying her face in her menu to hide from Annie's looks. "I know her the best. It'll take a lot to do it."

"Why are you two trying to make me blush?"

"Secret," Telly giggled. "You'll find out."

Annie reached over the table and hooked a finger over the top of Telly's menu, slowly pulling it down and maintaining eye contact the whole time. She squirmed in her seat, her ears flapping wildly as she chewed her bottom lip. "I think I can get it out of you two."

"Are you ready to order?"

Telly's ears stood straight up. Her big purple eyes shone with relief as she stared at their server. With cute freckles, long green hair, and an impish grin, this waitress could have also been a model. Was there anyone who couldn't? Generational inheritance was getting so crazy.

"We're so ready," Telly grinned. "You're about to have the best day."

Annie had to admit that the rescue was a little frustrating. Still, there was also something oddly adorable about Telly's excitement whenever a stranger interacted with her. Before they'd met, Telly had been able to count the times she'd even had a conversation with a human on one hand. She enjoyed it so much now that she could control her psychic strength. It was nice to see her getting to enjoy life.

"I'll have a bacon roll," Telly said, "And you want to fuck Annie right? You can do that!"

And sometimes she enjoyed it a little too much.

"I'm not sure she's on the menu," their server said, her cheeks burning bright red.

"She is. That's why we picked this place out. Telly sensed a fan was inside." Mirri said, "Annie needs to know what effect her job has on people."

"I am not having sex with our server," Annie said. "You little demons."

"Well, that's just a waste. She wants you."

"Maki, the voice of reason, please."

"They don't even serve tea here," Maki huffed. "The least they could do is eat you out. I'll just have water, please."

Annie shook her head, unbelievable. Simply unbelievable. It wasn't that the waitress was unattractive; she was very pretty and clearly had a bit of a crush from how she was just drinking the sight of Annie in. But still, this felt like it was crossing a line.

"I'll have a latte," Annie said, giving her a warm smile. "And if I'm feeling a bit naughty ... I might have a second."

Still blushing up a storm, the waitress nodded, silently jotted Annie's order down, and then nodded to Mirri.

"Grab a seat, uh-" Mirri bounced up to read the waitress's name tag. "Mocha? Oh, that's a cool name. Shame it wasn't Latte; it would have worked great for Annie's order."

"She works weekends," Mocha smirked and looked to Annie for permission to join them. Her eyes, her begging eyes. Annie couldn't say no to that. She opened the seat next to her and waved Mocha in.

"Sorry! Sorry. Sorry. I really am a huge fan," Mocha said, "I just wanted to meet you. Your summer collection? With the pink and white v-neck sheath dress. Gorgeous, I swear I uh- I um-"

"She masturbates to it," Telly said with the biggest smile before being grabbed and wrestled into Maki's arms, Maki covering her mouth and stroking her flicking ears.

"We're very sorry about that. Our powerful catgirl has no filter." Maki cooed, "But I don't blame you one bit. Aside from a lack of tea in your establishment, you have exquisite taste."

"I-I-" Mocha stuttered. She looked just like Olivia now, overwhelmed and panicking. This could be an excellent chance to try to practice calming down overwhelmed people. Salvage something from the mess her partners have made.

"Hey," Annie said. Mocha turned, her lower lip quivering as her eyes darted to look anywhere but Annie's eyes.

"I know I look really good," Annie said, reaching across the table and squeezing Mocha's hands. "These three won't ever let me forget it."

"You're perfect," Mocha whispered, and then she gulped. "It's just the way you look at the camera. So intense. Like you could have the world, I want to be looked at like that. I couldn't put on that presence."

"It's not an act," Annie said. "If it's what you want, then have it."

Annie locked eyes with her, and the girl froze. She didn't breathe or blink; she just stared into Annie's eyes and got lost. She couldn't melt like Olivia, but Annie had to wrap an arm around her to support her as she went boneless. There wasn't panic on her face, though; it was a big smile. She looked like she was enjoying every moment of being swept away in the tide.

"Oh. Oh, my goodness," Telly giggled. "Her mind is so nice to be in right now."

"You do look amazing," Mocha whispered, and the blush started creeping up her cheeks again. "So, so amazing."

"Thank you," Annie said, gently rubbing her thumbs over the back of Mocha's knuckles. "I'm a fortunate woman. So relax, I won't bite."

"Ah!" Mocha stiffened in her arms, and her head tilted up.

"What's wrong?"

"N-nothing."

An obvious lie. Mocha was breathing so fast her chest puffed up and down like a bellows, and Mirri was cackling at Annie's careless mistake.

"I have a modeling gig with a new partner today," Annie said, "And she's nervous around me too. I want to help her, so let me help you, Mocha. What would make you calmer?"

"I don't know," Mocha said in a rush, "I-I-"

Mocha's eyes were darting all around her. Annie didn't need Telly's power to tell Mocha was about to start panicking, so she did the only thing she could. She pulled her close and wrapped her arms around the cute waitress. Mocha stiffened, but soon, she relaxed into Annie's touch and rested her head on her chest.

"There," Annie said, running her fingers through her soft hair. "Relax."

"I'm sorry, I don't know how."

"Well!" Telly clapped her hands. "How about we do some training for you both?"

This. This felt like the plan. Had they set this all up?

"I can let Annie feel what you do. If that's okay Mocha, then she can practice with someone nervous. Find what calms them."

"O-okay," Mocha squeaked.

"I think that's a great idea," Mirri said, reaching over the table to rub the waitress's shoulders. She was shaking like a leaf. This poor thing was probably having the craziest day of her life.

"I think it would be a learning experience," Maki said, looking at Annie over the rim of her cup. She had nothing to hide, but her eyes were twinkling mischievously. Had Maki kept a secret from her? She must really have wanted to do this.

"Go on," Annie said, "I want to do better. I'll put up with your schemes if I get that. You'll all get it later."

"Oh, we better do good, Telly, or she's going to fuck us through a bed again."

"It had weak legs," Annie sniffed. You break one bed, and they never give up talking about it.

"Just close your eyes, relax, and let yourself open," Telly said, and she was serious for once. Her big purple eyes glowed as she focused her attention on Mocha. The girl nodded and shut her eyes, and Annie felt Telly's mind enter hers, sliding a connection between her and the waitress in her arms.

It was so intimate. Mocha's nervous thoughts began to throb inside Annie's head, and she tried her best to hold onto her calmness. Thanks to her mother, she had a lot of practice with psychic attacks. Annie's focus was incredible, but the sheer size of Mocha's panic was tough to tamper down. She had to lessen it, or she was going to end up frozen just like Mocha was, both locked in until Telly broke the connection.

"Breathe," Annie whispered, stroking the back of Mocha's hand with her fingers. That blazing sun of nerves in the back of her head twitched at the touch, cooling just a tiny bit. Annie felt it, but it wasn't the breathing that did it. It was the command. Mocha struggled to control her body, but she obeyed Annie without question. She could use that.

"Listen to me," Annie ordered. "You're safe. There's no need to panic. Breathe and relax."

It wasn't a gentle process. Mocha's panic didn't vanish, but it did begin to subside. It took longer than Annie had expected, but as Mocha's breaths got deeper and more relaxed, she realized how far gone Mocha had been.

"Good girl," Annie cooed, and a shudder ran through Mocha. A blossoming thrill that curled around Annie's thoughts and made her smile. It was so strange that she'd never really valued praise, but Mocha seemed to adore it.

"Look at me now."

Mocha nodded, her eyes opening slowly. She looked into Annie's eyes, and another spike of joy rippled through her. Her green eyes were shining with the beginning of tears. Annie was feeling what she felt. She knew Mocha wasn't scared or upset, just overwhelmed, hopelessly overwhelmed. This was what she was like to people? She wanted people to improve, not feel like ants. This had to change, starting right now.

"You're so beautiful."

Annie leaned in and gave Mocha a soft kiss. She couldn't help herself. Mocha had been brave even facing a fear like this, and Annie had to reward her for it. It was a short kiss but had an explosive effect on Mocha. Annie wasn't prepared for it at all. She felt everything Mocha did and got washed away with the tidal wave of euphoria and bliss. It was impossible not to feel the same.

"Mmmm."

Their lips parted, and both women sighed happily, their breath mingling. Mocha's hand slid up Annie's arm and rested on her neck, her fingers brushing her ear. She was trying to keep her in place, afraid that this would end.

"You can have more."

Mocha kissed her hungrily, her tongue sliding into Annie's mouth and wrestling with her. The kiss was sloppy and desperate, but Annie took command of it to turn it into something wonderful for them both. All Mocha needed was the confidence to gather her wits up, the nervousness melting away as she felt Annie respond positively to her touch. Annie grabbed a fistful of Mocha's hair, holding her close as their kiss deepened.

"You're so good," Annie murmured against her lips, and the waitress melted. "So good. Such a good girl."

The whimper Mocha gave was so cute, and feeling it was even more intense. It was ridiculous how wet Mocha was and how much she was burning up inside with need. Overwhelming the fear was a building hunger to get a piece of Annie, to make her smile and satisfy her. She hadn't been confident she could until the kiss. All it took was positive feedback, and Mocha's fears vanished. Replaced instead by a deep, deep desire to be pushed into more. An alien feeling to Annie, she'd always commanded, always taken action. She'd never needed to be guided or pushed. But the pleasure Mocha felt from that guidance couldn't be denied.

"Oh, this is hot," Mirri said as they finally broke their kiss. Both were breathing hard, and Annie was sure that Mocha would have dived between her legs if they'd been alone. As is, she needed a little push to get over the embarrassment of being watched.

"You want to be good for me," Annie said, "You want to be used."

Mocha nodded frantically, her fingers curling against Annie's thighs. Her eyes pleading.

"Do it. On your knees."

Mocha dropped between her legs without a second thought, pushing her dress up and diving under the tablecloth.

"It's good to watch you use your gifts," Maki said with a smile, ignoring the sounds of Mocha's muffled moans and the slurping as the waitress feasted on Annie. She was so desperate and hungry that a Growlithe eating her dinner would have done it neater.

"This was all your idea?"

"Step one," Telly said, looking up at the sky. "Should be time for step two any second now."

"Don't be shy, Mocha," Mirri said, lifting the edge of the tablecloth and grinning at the sight of Mocha's head bobbing furiously. "You're doing great. We're counting on you to curl her toes."

Mocha lifted her head, a trail of saliva hanging from her lips as she gasped for air. She looked drunk, her eyes glassy as she tried to speak.

"I'm-"

"Shhh," Telly said, patting the waitress's head. "Eat that pussy, it's our treat. Get your hands around and squeeze Annie's ass too. It's going to be world-famous someday."

"Mmmm," Mocha nodded, and her mouth was back on Annie. Her hands slid around her and dug into Annie's rear, squeezing and playing with it as her tongue got to work. Annie didn't usually enjoy such sloppy treatment. Still, she could feel every ounce of hunger radiating from Mocha, and that made it really hit spots she didn't even know she had. She couldn't help but push back against Mocha's face and squeeze her head with her thighs, slowly panting as she laid her elbows on the table. This was so intense, and Mocha's thoughts in her head, that pulsing ball of excited contentment was making everything a thousand times harder to handle. Telly's psychic skills were really incredible.

"You are here!" a voice gasped. A familiar voice. A really familiar voice.

Trying to put her face back to normal, Annie turned to look at who'd turned up at their booth. Unmistakable, that beautifully tanned skin and voluminous white hair with the caramel-colored swirls? Her old best friend. Her first ever kiss.

"Talia?"

"Hey bubble gum." Talia grinned, "Someone named Mirri told me you'd be here, and I couldn't pass up the chance to catch up."

"That's crazy." Mirri said, "I wonder who she is? She sounds clever and handsome."

Annie kicked Mirri under the table, her leg bumping against Mocha who moaned from the light bump. Talia didn't seem to hear, and from Telly's incredibly smug smile, Annie felt she knew why. So, this was step two. They were still trying to make her blush.

"I'm Telly!" Telly said, holding her hand covered by her long-sleeved sweater and moving it out to Talia. "Come sit with us. This is Mirri, and that's Maki. We're Annie's partners."

"Three, goodness. But expected!" Talia laughed and slid into the booth. Her feet were inches away from kicking Mocha's thighs, who didn't seem to give a fuck a new person had nearly spotted her. She was one hundred percent focused on trying to bring Annie to orgasm, and her enthusiasm was really making up for her skill.

"Annie, you look incredible."

"I certainly feel incredible," Annie said, gripping the table edge so hard she heard the wood creak. Unfortunately for her, Mocha was a fast learner, and her tongue was hitting the right spots. That or Telly was giving her psychic tips. Annie had to work to keep her voice straight. "You look ready to take on the world. How have you been doing?"

"Good! Really good." Talia laughed. "And also kind of terrible? I thought I'd become a Steel Ace; it made sense to go for confident Pokémon after being your girlfriend, but I'm a little much for them now. You trained me too well."

"So you're going to try another Type," Annie said, struggling not to pant as Mocha swapped out tongue work for latching onto her clit and sucking as if her life depended on it. She could feel her climax building and had to fight the urge to grind her pussy against the cute waitress's face.

"I want a team that can handle me." Talia nodded. "Honestly, I thought you could give me some tips. How'd you find yours?"

"Fate," Maki said. "And an abundance of caring."

"I have a talent for finding trouble." Mirri smiled. "And helping cause it when needed."

"She couldn't resist how cute I am," Telly smirked. "But also, she wanted to help me. I don't know what I'd do without her."

"You just have to keep looking," Annie puffed. Big, deep breaths, anything to keep the building orgasm back. It was coming. The tingling was starting in her toes and working up her legs. "Fuck!"

"Oh! You sound out of breath." Talia said, "Are you okay?"

"She's been working hard today," Maki said, and Talia's expression went sympathetic.

"Modelling! I saw that. I heard it's exhausting, but you look good from what I've seen! Everyone back home is so impressed."

"I do my best."

"Your best is really something," Talia laughed lightly as she played with her long white hair. Tussling it around her finger, Annie was used to Talia being shy and blushing, but she was doing it with confidence now. The Trainer's life had been good to her, even if she hadn't found a partner yet.

"It's a gift," Annie said. Her gift today was going to be orgasming all over Mocha's pretty face if the girl didn't ease up a little. "That I like to share. You should, too."

"Really?"

"It's rewarding," Annie panted, trying not to squeeze Mocha to death with her thighs. She had to get the tension out somehow. "Actually, we have someone today who's been struggling to handle me. You have experience with that, right?"

"I have the most experience." Talia said proudly, "I practically came from kissing you and getting a squeeze of your ass."

"To be fair to you, it is a fantastic ass." Mirri said, "We're spoiled to be allowed to touch it."

"True, true." Talia nodded. "That waitress under the table seems to be enjoying it, though."

Annie froze. She knew? But she'd acted like she couldn't see her. Telly had grinned like she'd pulled a trick off.

Mocha chose that moment to come up for air, her head popping out from under the table. She was panting, her hair a mess and her lips slick with Annie's juices. "Sorry, shoot, do I need to get your order?"

"No, you get back to it, hun," Talia smiled. "I'm just trying to make Annie blush."

Annie planted her hand on Mocha's head and pushed down on that green hair, sinking her under the table as she stared daggers at Talia.

"You're in on this scheme too?" Annie said, "I knew you were more confident, but you're pushing your luck."

"Telly said I could have fifty Pokébucks on the Dex if I made you blush. Was a good try, right?"

"Aw, you little shit," Mirri gasped, "You said this was to teach Annie more about herself. Not to try to win the bet!"

"So gullible," Telly said smugly, climbing into Talia's lap. "But it didn't work, so you can't be mad."

"I can still be mad." Annie glared.

"Mocha's going to make that quite impossible." Maki said, "Do you want to order a drink, Talia? They don't have tea."

"Don't they? But I see a Sinistea right here."

"Hrm." Maki leaned on the table. "Perhaps Annie will let you have Mirri; you share the same sense of humor."

"Oh, I wasn't joking," Talia said, licking her lips. "I'd love a taste."

"Well, at least Annie learned how to make people less afraid of her," Telly sighed. "I really thought we'd get her."

Annie huffed, trying to control her breathing. She'd just have to let Mocha finish her. She was so close. "I've learned I need to watch you all more."

"I'll make it up to you," Talia purred. "Take me to see your problem Pokémon, and I'll show her how to handle an Annie."

"You're not getting fifty Pokébucks, by the way," Mirri grumbled. "Annie didn't blush."

"She didn't blush yet. I can still win, can't I?" Talia smiled, reaching under the table to squeeze Mocha's rear. "Go in deep, hun. You want to make Annie squirm; you got to give it your all."

"Oh fuck," Annie groaned. This was going to be a long lunch.

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It was only polite to leave a huge tip. After all, Talia pointed out that Annie could afford it, and the service was undeniably excellent.

The walk back to the studio was in good spirits. It was great to see Talia again and that Annie's work with her had stuck. She was confident, charming, and so personable that Annie's whole team gushed over her effortlessly. It seemed impossible that she hadn't found a partner yet due to her skills; Pokémon must have been lining up to be bound by her. She really did want to find one she genuinely connected with.

"She rides us into the bedframe every night," Mirri said as she held the door open for Talia, "We need the sleep to recover. She's a monster."

"I empathize," Talia said, patting Mirri on the horns as she passed. "I was her test subject in college, and it took me weeks to speak whole words around her."

"You were that bad?" Maki said. "You seem so enthusiastic now."

"She's intimidating, but underneath it all, she cares." Talia smiled, "You're lucky to have her."

"If you're trying to make me blush, that's not working either," Annie said, but she did allow herself a smile. "But if you want to pay it forward, here's your chance."

Pressing the door to the studio open, Annie ushered them in and then followed after the chorus of 'Oooohs.' Well deserved because inside, Olivia, standing tall and stiff as a board, had her hands bunched up in the waistline of a gorgeous pastel orange wrap dress. She looked terrified, but Annie's heart couldn't help but flutter a little at how well it fit her. It made her natural shiny colors pop, and it was simple but professional, perfect for hanging off a well-dressed lady's arm.

The positive reception didn't help soothe her nerves any. Olivia's eyes were locked on Annie, and they were pleading for mercy. Annie knew she wasn't going to be able to be any less intimidating, so she gently nudged Talia forward.

"Ria, Fizz. This is Talia, she's a friend of mine. She wanted to come help out a little."

"It's nice to meet you both," Talia said, bowing respectfully. The two stared at her, Fizz's wings beating with excitement as she rubbed her chin thoughtfully. Then she flitted over as Ria went in low, both circling Talia.

"Gorgeous hair, the white would look good for lighting, and the dark brown streaks would pop," Ria said as Talia lifted her arms to avoid bumping Ria as she got a close look.

"Nicely curved figure," Fizz nodded. "Her skin would let us do some interesting things with lighter colors."

Now two people were staring at Annie for help. But this time, Annie knew how she could help out.

"I left the best to last, Talia; this is Olivia. She'll be modeling me today."

"Hello, Olivia," Talia said. "Please save me?"

Olivia blinked and then nodded rapidly. A blue shield popped to life around Talia, Fizz bouncing right off it and darting back with a little spiral in the air.

"Protect," she whined, "But I have plans for her!"

"Don't crowd her, please," Olivia said, "She's just a g-guest."

"Shoot, you sure?" Ria said, tapping the shield thoughtfully. "She'd look incredible in my camera lens. I just know it."

"I came to see Olivia and Annie!" Talia laughed, using her Protect shield to push Ria back. "I wouldn't want to steal their moment."

"Well, okay, you can watch," Ria winked. "But only if I get to keep trying while you're here."

Annie knew Ria had Rivalry as an inheritance from her Unfezant mother. She wasn't surprised to see Talia giving Ria a thin stare and a slight shake of her head at her nerve. It was hard to hate Ria, even if you wanted to.

"So, are you a model, Talia?" Olivia said, the Protect fading away into glittering blue stars as she lowered her hand. She'd relaxed her shoulders but avoided looking at Annie now. "You're very pretty."

"Aww, thank you," Talia said, swishing a hand to Olivia to try to fan away the compliment. "But no, I'm just an old flame of Annie's."

 "Old flame?" Olivia asked.

"We dated a bit when we were in college."

"She was her first girlfriend," Maki said, leaning on Annie's shoulder. "The one who taught her how to kiss."

"That is not what happened," Annie huffed, pressing Maki's nose, her skin swirling under Annie's touch. "You're making things up now."

"But I've been imagining it for so long. It has to be a little true."

"We kissed and touched and cuddled." Talia laughed, "I was super nervous the whole time, but we figured it out. Mostly. I passed out from the butt touching. Never really did get to put a tongue anywhere but her mouth."

"Tongue? Tongue?" Fizz said, fluttering around Annie. "Tell me the tongue stories."

"Hey!" Ria yelled as she fiddled with her camera, "Keep your pussy eating brain focused on the work, please; we do have work to do."

"Pussy eating is my second job," Fizz whispered as she went to help Ria. She poked her tongue out as she went, a long, thick, black thing. It was hard not to stare at it. Not many tongues had to unfurl.

"Fizz's tongue is longer than my dick," Mirri sighed and went to flump herself down over the room's viewing sofa. "Life is unfair."

"You've two evolutions to go," Telly said, running after her and hopping up to pat her back. "Maybe your tiny dick will get bigger!"

That started the wrestling, Mirri trying to get Telly in a headlock. At the same time, Telly just smiled with serene satisfaction at getting a good hit in. Maki looked at Annie and rolled her eyes at it all before trying to separate them. Annie left them all to it, their bickering was always good-natured, and she had plenty of personal experience that Mirri's dick was anything but tiny. Best to just let them burn off a bit of energy so she could work.

"Olivia," Annie said, stepping onto the stage with her.

"Annie," Olivia said, turning and then freezing as she realized just how close Annie was. She began to drip out of her dress, her caramel skin getting drippy as she panted for air.

"Careful with your dress," Annie said, reaching out and running her fingers down the silk. "It's almost as pretty as you."

"S-sorry." Olivia shivered, trying not to tremble under her touch. Annie flustered her too much to think straight, but Annie had help now, and Talia leapt to the rescue.

"Speaking of long tongues, you're a Goomy, right?" Talia said, getting on the other side of Olivia and sandwiching her in so she couldn't go anywhere without running into one of them. "Your final evolutions a Goodra! Did you know the average Goodra can get a tongue over two feet long?"

"I-I don't think that's true." Olivia blushed. Which was cute because it was a bright purple. "But it's pretty big."

"Oh, my bad." Talia said, "Was I thinking of their cock?"

"Talia!" Olivia gasped. "I'd break someone in two!"

"If there's a queue for that, I'm calling dibs on being first."

Olivia shook her head, but she slightly smiled at Talia's audacity. Goomy were Dragon Types, and they were very prideful; compliments were their lifeblood, no matter how strange.

"That's better," Talia said, "I know how terrifying Annie can be. I'm the expert at it."

"I really don't know why," Annie said, "I just want to see you both shine. I don't mean to be intimidating."

"I think that's why you are," Olivia said, trying to turn her body away from Annie as she kept running her fingers along the hem of her dress. "You just have this confidence that's, it's like staring up at a mountain I'm too weak to climb. I feel awful."

"It's okay," Talia said, reaching up to pet Olivia's head. Her fingers dipped into the caramel skin before emerging to wind around one of those golden tendrils of hair, twirling it between her fingers. "She's a monster, but I have tips on how to deal with it."

Annie was almost envious. Talia had Annie's confidence but mixed in with her own bubbly natural charm; it made her an absolute force of nature. She wasn't just good with Pokémon. She was downright near perfect. Olivia didn't stand a chance; she just nodded enthusiastically for Talia to help her.

"Now you're a proud Dragon," Talia said, "But dealing with Annie, you have to think about pride differently."

"Us Goomy struggle," Olivia gulped, risking a small peek at Annie. "We want to be proud, but humans are so strong."

"Strong, are we?" Talia said. Not even teasing. Genuinely curious.

"Mmm," Olivia nodded. "And they're not scared of me at all. They think I'm cute. Pretty. I like that they do; the attention is nice, but I wish I were more..."

"In control?" Talia said, "Captivating."

"Yeah."

"Well, let me teach you." Talia took hold of Olivia's hands, squeezing them tightly. "Annie, how are you so captivating? Explain for us. In fact, give us a show."

Annie paused, looking around the room. Mirri and Telly were still grappling, watching and listening closely around Maki's strong arms. Fizz was whispering to Ria, but they were paying attention, and Ria had the camera lens raised and trained right on her. Everyone was settling in to enjoy the show.

Well, Annie wasn't going to disappoint them all, even if it felt strange to try to be overwhelming. She usually did it by accident and wasn't even sure how to turn it on. Thinking on it, she remembered the times she'd flustered her partners. There had to be something to that.

Annie trailed a hand along the silk of Olivia's dress until she brushed the underside of Olivia's breast. Her touch was light and delicate. Olivia was barely breathing. Annie ran her finger around the curve of Goomy's breast, following the swell. The silk was damp. Olivia was so easy to rattle.

"I don't do anything," Annie said, leaning in until her lips brushed the tip of Olivia's ear. "This is just who I am, unafraid. Sure of myself. That's all it takes to know what you want and put your all into getting it."

"B-but," Olivia whispered. She was leaning back against Talia, and her voice was cracking. Annie could smell her arousal in the air, a sweet candy shell scent. "I can't do that."

"Not yet," Talia said, "But you think there's only one way to capture a woman's attention? No, let me show you the other way. Come on, get down on your knees with me."

Talia sank down, pulling Olivia with her, and Annie didn't move an inch. She stared down at them, Olivia's eyes wide and shocked at the height difference, Talia more cheerfully eager to show off.

"Look up at her," Talia said, rubbing circles with her thumb against the back of Olivia's hands. "She looks so big down here, doesn't she? Imposing. Hips that can leave a girl breathless, pastel hair that's so pretty you could cry. Everything about her screams power, and me and you, we can't compete with that."

"What can we do?" Olivia asked, tilting her head back to look up at Annie. Annie felt her cheeks heating, and she could swear her chest was getting hotter. She liked seeing them both like this. It stirred something in her. "Against all that."

"Don't fight it," Talia said, putting a hand on Annie's thigh, rubbing her palm over it, and gesturing for Olivia to follow. The Goomy's grip was wonderfully soft, like being squeezed by a cloud.

"You can't match up to her. Not yet." Talia continued, "But that doesn't make you weak. If you want to find your pride here? Take pride in serving her, a worthy master."

"I, I wouldn't mind that," Olivia said, shuffling on her knees in anticipation.

"It feels right, doesn't it," Talia said, leaning closer. Close enough to steal a quick kiss, Olivia's eyelashes fluttering at the press of her lips. "We can be hers for a little while. Together. The two of us, scaling the mountain hand in hand."

"It sounds so nice," Olivia said, kissing back and letting her eyes drift shut. She was so cute, so sweet, and so willing. Talia was melting into it. They'd be so pretty together. Fuck, but Annie wanted more than that right now. She wanted to be a part of making that happen.

Annie reached out and seized the back of Olivia and Talia's neck. She squeezed, the pair gasping into the kiss and trying to pull back, but she held them there. Eventually, they both went slack in her grip and deepened the kiss instead. Sloppy noises echoed out as they worked at each other with enthusiastic tongues.

"That's better," Annie said, letting her voice rumble, feeling the vibrations in her throat.

Everyone else in the room was staring, not making even a peep of a sound. Was she doing this right? Or were they all just shocked to silence by how forward she was being? Well, Annie wasn't going to stop now. She had the pair of them where she wanted them, and they were so fucking pretty together.

"You're both going to do what I say," Annie said, her grip tightening, not enough to hurt. Just enough that they knew she meant business, even if she had no idea what that business would be if they resisted. But they didn't resist; in fact, they just seemed to kiss each other even more enthusiastically. The sight of it made Annie's head swim. She'd used stern words to direct her Pokémon plenty before, but this was different. She knew Telly, Mirri, and Maki well enough to know what their reactions would be. They liked her taking charge. Olivia was scared of Annie, and while Talia was a friend and full of confidence, she didn't seem the bowing sort anymore.

Annie had to mold them both into what she wanted from them and the tension in the air that there might be resistance. It was electrifying.

They were lost in the kiss, so Annie squeezed their necks to get their attention and repeated her command. "You're both going to do what I say, aren't you?"

"Yes, Annie," Olivia said, the first to break the kiss and pant for air.

"Annie, I-" Talia said, but then her words cut off with a sharp little gasp as Annie tugged her beautiful white hair. Not hard, just enough to tilt her head back and force her to stare up into Annie's eyes.

"I want an answer. Are you going to do what I say?"

"A-anything," Talia nodded. "Olivia and me both."

"Good."

Annie let her hand loosen and trailed it along the back of Olivia's neck, then to the front, running her finger over the line. Her heart was pounding. This was completely new territory for her. She'd broken Pokémon underneath her before, mainly by accident, as she misjudged how much they could handle. Sometimes, she'd done it on purpose; her team had gotten very willful lately, and they seemed to love the attention.

But this middle ground, not being overwhelmed by Annie, but willful submission? It asked questions of her she'd never really had to answer before. What did she want? Not just sexually, but emotionally. There was almost nothing Annie couldn't do if she put her mind to it. What did that leave others? What spaces could they fill inside of her?

Annie looked to the crowd for help. Mirri and Telly had separated and were sitting in Maki's lap, watching intently as Maki patiently tidied the pair of them up. Fizz still had her tongue out, her eyes wide and sparkling as she rested on Ria's back, her wings lightly fluttering. Ria was just entirely focused on her camera, the click-click of the shutter going off so fast it sounded like the rapidly beating wings of a Ninjask.

Telly's eyes were glowing, and Annie felt her presence slip behind her eyes. She could use the help, but Telly didn't say anything. She just gave the mental equivalent of a nudge, a spark of encouraging thought that gathered up some of Annie's worries and soothed them. Telly really was an excellent catgirl, even if she was a bit of a brat sometimes.

Annie took a moment to think about how she wanted to continue as Telly mentally spluttered at being called a brat in the back of her mind. Her body was thrumming with desire, and that made it hard to focus. Olivia and Talia's doe-eyed stares were making things worse, but they were still waiting.

Well, she didn't have to figure everything out. She was a natural talent; she could work with the basics.

"Kiss my thighs," Annie said, her fingers slipping from their necks and moving to her belt.

Talia didn't wait; she dived in and kissed Annie's pant leg, pressing her lips to the black fabric. Annie's skin felt hot, the linen damp under the soft caress of Talia's mouth.

Olivia didn't move, but she watched Annie's hands as she undid her belt, eyes locked on them.

"Both of you."

Olivia needed a little push. Talia helped her, pulling Olivia into position with a firm dress tug. Annie was surprised when Olivia didn't just melt against her, her gel-like body pushed back, the Goomy's shiftable flesh spreading out across Annie's thigh. It felt surprisingly nice, cushioned and boneless; her body fit against Annie's perfectly. There was no question Olivia's hugs would be incredible if she put her all into them.

To contract Olivia's softness, Talia was being more forceful. Her teeth nipped through the linen, and Annie shivered as Talia's lips sucked against her inner thigh, trying to find her skin beneath the fabric.

"That's better," Annie said, pulling her belt free with a long, satisfying sound of leather sliding against the cloth. It felt like shedding an extra layer of armor. But making her more vulnerable only increased her feeling of power. She knew she could handle both these beautiful women with nothing but a smile and a stern look. "Now, undo my pants."

Talia raised her hands, but Annie slapped them away. "No hands. And do it together. I want to see some teamwork."

Talia glanced to the side, looking at Olivia, who was trembling slightly, her head resting on Annie's thigh. The Goomy was breathing deeply, and her golden tendrils of hair were drifting up with her rising excitement. She was getting overwhelmed again, but she looked to Talia for support this time.

"Come on," Talia said, reaching out and squeezing her shoulder. "We're going to get these pants off her, aren't we? She wants it."

Talia lowered her voice. Annie could hear the devilish delight in the tone of it. "We want it even more."

"Yes," Olivia said, "We do."

"Then follow me, up we go."

They pressed their mouths to Annie's legs, slowly traveling higher, the silk of their dresses tickling against her. Talia wasn't in designer clothes, but her yellow sundress was gorgeous anyway and perfectly matched Olivia's caramel skin. Annie could feel her legs quivering as the girls drew close, her stomach clenching as she tried to stand tall. Why was this so difficult for her? She had them on their knees and had only given a simple order, but her whole body was responding to every touch like it was starving for attention.

She felt their hot breath against her bare skin as they reached the hem of her pants and shivered, her eyes drifting shut as she basked in the sensation. Her hands fell to their heads, stroking their hair. "That's it," Annie said, trying to center herself. "Now, get those pant buttons off."

Forbidden from using hands, Olivia and Talia used teeth and tongues to complete the task. There was barely any teamwork as they fought over who could reach the buttons. Olivia had the advantage of her body being malleable and a wickedly long tongue, but Talia was a spirited fighter. She suckled on Olivia's tongue and used her hands to squeeze Olivia's ass and make her squeak so she could try to claim her spit.

It was a battle to the death, and Annie's pant buttons were the casualties. They didn't undo any of them but tore them off one by one, the plastic buttons pinging away across Ria's studio as the photographer kept taking photo after photo. Fizz quietly laughing behind her with her hand over her mouth.

Finally, the buttons were gone, and Annie's pants slid down to reveal a pair of blue lace panties. Patches of Annie's pale skin were visible through the thin lace. Talia and Olivia shared a quick, hungry glance.

"Together?"

"Together."

They moved their heads in at the same time, pressing their mouths between Annie's thighs, kissing and licking, tongues sliding up the sides of her underwear and trying to wriggle their way under.

Annie gasped, her knees trembling as she leaned on Talia and Olivia, the pair of them holding her up. Fuck, she was losing herself in this.

Telly was whispering furiously with Mirri and Maki on the sofa. All three broke their little huddle with a nod. Then Mirri fished through the handbag Talia had brought and took out a pure white binding ball decorated with a few caramel swirls.

"Annie!" Mirri yelled. "Catch!"

Annie almost fumbled it; she was horrendously distracted as two gorgeous women tried to lick their way into her underwear, but she somehow managed to palm the thrown binding ball.

"Take command," Maki said, "We know you can. Don't let them overwhelm you."

"Or do," Ria mumbled behind her camera. "This is all gold. Best shoot ever."

The only thing keeping Talia and Olivia from taking Annie was a single thin lace of fabric. But it was enough to drive Annie crazy as their tongues occasionally teased and flicked her pussy as they writhed under the fabric. She could feel the heat building, a flush across her face, and her thighs quivering, her body screaming out for more. Cracking open the binding ball, she pulled out the glowing red wires. A few bunched around her fingers, she dangled both halves of the ball down Talia and Olivia's backs, and the two halves began to glow purple. Telly's telekinesis took control as it lifted them both and began to wind them around the women's necks, fitting them with glowing red wire collars, strings trailing from both of them to the red wires in Annie's hands.

Olivia and Talia didn't seem to notice as they furiously fought to tear off Annie's panties, but when Annie tugged at the wires, that got their attention. Breaths caught in their throats, the two women stopped and sat up, blinking at her.

"Annie?" Talia said, slow and steady, as she shivered from the tight feeling of her new necklace.

"If you're both going to act like beasts, I'll collar you like them," Annie said, giving the leashes a sharp tug, making Olivia and Talia whine and shiver. Their faces were flushed, but their eyes were full of hunger. They wanted this.

"Now," Annie said, trying to keep her voice steady and strong. "I want you to take off my panties. Slowly. Together. Show me how sorry you are for misbehaving."

"Yes, Annie." they both echoed and smiled bashfully at being on the same wavelength as the red glow of the binding wires pulsed in Annie's hand.

Talia was the first to reach up, her fingers playing against the edge of Annie's waistband, sliding around to the front. Olivia followed, her hands sinking into Annie's thighs, her head turning sideways and nuzzling into her. She bit from the bottom, providing the tugging leverage to Talia's loosening grip. The pair of them were working in perfect tandem, and they'd not shared a word to orchestrate it.

"Good," Annie purred, feeling the heat between her thighs growing. She was wet, there was no denying that, and the cool air of the studio made her shiver as her panties were peeled away. Talia and Olivia looking at her pussy like starving animals. She felt powerful and in control but also vulnerable, which was the real secret. That was what was getting her hot and bothered. She never felt vulnerable. She was always perfect. But at this very moment, she thought she could fuck up and ruin the mood.

She wasn't going to, but she could, making it all sinfully hot.

"Well?" Annie said, "Don't just look at it. Fuck me already."

The two of them pulled her underwear all the way down and off her legs, and the moment it was free, Annie's pussy was the sole focus of their attention. They started with licks and kisses, and soon enough, Annie was moaning as the pair of them began to fuck her with their tongues. Olivia's malleable nature made it so they could share, oozing around Talia so she sometimes almost became a second. White and caramel swirled hair tinged with gold bobbed between her thighs, and their tongues slid around each other, trying to both get their taste of Annie.

The binding cord tight in her hands, Annie tugged on it like a horse's reins as she rode their faces. Two girls at her mercy, doing whatever she commanded, their bodies aching for her touch. Desperate for her approval, so utterly ravenous for her affection, and they were fucking fantastic at getting it. It was intoxicating.

"Fuck," Annie gasped, her hips moving without her thinking. The heat built and built, her whole body quivering as the pleasure began to mount. "You're doing such a good job, girls; keep that up."

Praise fell from her lips with every breath. She wanted to lavish them with it, and they lapped it up. Talia and Olivia's hands roamed across her thighs and over her ass as the minutes passed, their fingers leaving little trails of heat on her skin. It was the perfect distraction, letting her focus on the building pressure, the rising crescendo of pleasure that was so close to breaking.

"Don't stop, don't you dare stop," Annie said, her words coming out in a rush.

Annie was shaking, the pleasure so intense her hips were quivering. Talia and Olivia were both holding her, their arms around her waist, their faces buried between her thighs. The binding cord was a red so bright it was almost searing to look at, casting a warm glow over them all. Annie had guided them both here, but they were just too good. Olivia's tongue long and probing, Talia's wet and enthusiastically determined to coax an orgasm out of her.

Losing control was inevitable, Annie was strong, but she wasn't this strong. A building tremble in her body that she couldn't stop as everything in Annie's world faded down to those two women sloppily eating her out, and then the wave crashed. Pleasure washed over her, and she was lost in it, drowning. All the stress and tension were gone in a heady rush, a long, loud moan spilling out of her mouth.

And Talia and Olivia didn't stop. They kept going until Annie was gasping, the pleasure still rippling through her as they drove her to the ground. Tumbling into a pile, the three of them landed so hard that Ria's camera tripod jumped. With a squeak the camera and photographer both fell over, given a soft landing by one of Fizz's quickly fluttering enormous white wings. The red hot binding wires trailed along Annie's fingers, and then, with a flick of her fingers, Annie let them go.

The wires flicked up into the air, drawing Olivia and Talia into a tight embrace. Their bodies were pressed together, their hands locked in each other's embrace, and their thighs sliding over each other's perfect skin as they tried to get so close to each other their bodies merged. It was a delicious sight; the two women pressed so tightly together, their faces still glistening with Annie's juices, their eyes open and staring into each other as their throat fucked each other with those deft tongues. The red binding wires began to sink into Olivia's skin, melting away in the caramel ooze.

"G-good job," Annie said, her voice breathy and light, raising a fist and sticking up a thumb. "No notes."

Talia and Olivia didn't even stop their tongue play to look. The two lovers were consumed with each other.

"Look at that, Annie," Maki said, "They're ignoring you."

"Yeah," Telly said, a smug smirk on her face, "I bet it sucks when your orders aren't obeyed."

"It's pretty terrible," Mirri nodded, "She's losing discipline."

Annie glared at all three of them, reaching slowly for her belt and dragging it over the ground with a metal scrape. When she snapped the leather in her hands, all three nearly jumped out of their seats.

"I think I've got a taste for instilling discipline." Annie growled, "Who wants to be first?"

Their wide mouths were a delight; even better, she'd gotten another reaction from them.

"Look at that," Annie smirked. "You're all blushing. You've been trying to get me to do it all day, but it hardly took me any effort at all."

"She's so mean," Mirri whined, her eyes were shining.

"I hope so," Maki swallowed, "I want to be bent over."

"We're going to die," Telly gulped. "I can see in her mind, and we're all going to be biting pillows after this. It's been lovely sharing her with you both."

"Shut up, all of you," Annie growled, "And listen."

The three of them sat straight and stiff, and Annie's fingers wrapped around the leather. Her knuckles went white as she tightened her grip.

"Talia? Olivia?"

The pair of them broke their kisses to look at Annie. "Mmm?"

"You did an excellent job," Annie said, honey-sweet. "Thank you."

"Our pleasure," Talia replied, smiling. "I hope Olivia finally feels proud of herself."

"I feel like a queen." Olivia said, "That was amazing. All my nerves just ... gone."

"That's because you were so good at your job," Talia said, stroking Olivia's cheek.

"Can we do it again?" Olivia asked, leaning into Talia's touch. "I want to feel close to you."

"Oh, absolutely," Annie said, snapping the leather between her hands. "I have three pesky Pokémon to discipline. How do you newly bonded ladies feel about listening to my orders a little longer?"

"I love the sound of that," Talia said, pressing her forehead to Olivia's. "Want to do it, Olivia? Partner?"

"Partner, lover, and loyal dragon," Olivia smiled. "Let's give them hell."

"Not without me catching it, you don't!" Ria yelped, trying to set up the camera again, "Fizz, go get more film. We're going to be rich. Rich!"

Fizz giggled and grabbed Ria by the wrists. "Come on, you, I'm worked up. You need to take a work break."

"No, no! My work!" Ria squealed as she was dragged off by the Ribombee. "You're doing this again tomorrow, you hear!"

Olivia blushed, then straightened up her head and nodded. "Absolutely, Ria, it's our job! I can't wait!"

What a sweet ending. The Dragon proud, Talia with her first partner, and Annie with a new interest to explore. This had been a good day.

The leather of her belt cracked, and the three Pokémon sitting on the couch all shivered, a delightful expression of fear and arousal on their faces.

"I find it hard to enjoy things sometimes," Annie grinned. "But you know? I think I'm going to enjoy this."