You know how, when you're having a bad day, it just seems to get worse and worse? Each mistake you make drains your energy a little, and then you can't think straight and make more and more bad decisions in a neverending downward spiral? That's the kind of day Angel was beginning to have. Even his stomach had waited until he'd already climbed back up to the third floor to growl, reminding him he'd neglected breakfast.

"Ugh," he mumbled to himself, slumping against Gertrude's bedroom door with a jingle. "...not that they would let me back in the kitchen now anyway."

Pancake's yelling had been bad, but it was the Custard's sigh of disappointment that stuck, the way he'd stood straight back up after he'd been all hunched over the sink, exposed and begging for it. Angel knew he'd been a dick to both of them, denying them their chance. He could imagine how desperately horrible he'd have felt if he'd been about to make love and someone had interrupted him like that, callously ruining it all.

He hadn't even gotten the chance to apologize. "Ugh... I'm sorry, Custard," he whispered to himself, closing his eyes and leaning his forehead against the door. "Fuck! Why do I keep doing this shit? That's the first thing Jenny taught me, never trade short-term pleasure for long-term strength! So why can't I stop doing it?! I never do the right thing!" He kicked the carved woodwork next to the door with his right boot.

Angel jolted up, ears and tail held stiff as the thud of the impact echoed down the hallway. Someone had to have heard that. They'd open their bedroom door any second and catch him cowering outside Gertrude's. He started inching towards his own room two doors down on his tiptoes, ready to dash back in at the slightest noise.

Pancake was absolutely right about him. He couldn't ask for what he wanted, at least not from anybody but Jenny. He felt like running away from everything without her here. He couldn't even get up the courage to knock on a hot Salazzle's door the first time she'd ever actually asked to see him.

It was ironic. He used to follow Gertrude around everywhere. She would mostly ignore him, but he was fine with that. It gave him plenty of chances to stare, memorizing her curves and strut from all different angles for later. Then there were those two especially great months in Lumiose, where she was living under the sink and kept leaving the cabinet door open, lounging in there with her legs spread against the sides and her tail down.

Something told him that's not how it was going to be today. Maybe he could get one good look at her before she noticed him, but he was going to have to face her eventually and ask what she wanted. That's what made him so nervous. He was sure she'd heard all about his escapades from last night by now, and that Salandit of hers had likely already told her about what had just happened in the kitchen. Whether it was going to be a lecture or a teasing, he was going to have to explain himself, and he didn't have a clue what he was going to say.

He didn't even know what he'd been thinking either time. The urges just took over, and he couldn't control himself! ...though it was actually more like he lost his grip on the reasons he knew he should behave and just chose not to in the heat of the moment, leaving him ashamed the moment the hormonal high wore off.

He considered being a little bitch about the whole thing and just going on with his day, wondering what would happen if he let her find him at dinner or something. All he could imagine was how much more angry she'd be in that situation. He guessed that meant he had to go in now. Maybe he could at least ask her advice while he was in there?

On the other hand, maybe she wouldn't bring it up at all and this was all about him feeling guilty. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad and he was just panicking for no reason. He didn't know. All he knew was, the longer he waited, the tighter his tummy felt. He'd felt this way a lot lately, trapped and under pressure for reasons he didn't really understand. Jenny was always right there to help him figure it out before.

He folded his ears against his head then reached up and pulled them down over his eyes, wishing he at least hadn't fucked up so bad in the kitchen. Sometimes he wished he could run back into his room and transform into a Mega-Mega Audino. Then maybe everyone would like him. He threw another kick of frustration and made contact with the door itself this time, causing it to unlatch with a click before swinging outward.

The door had only come open a crack when a dense, acrid cloud the consistency of tar ash belted him in the face. Angel jumped back in surprise, clamping his paws over his mouth. The door swung open the rest of the way on the strong draft from inside, allowing Gertrude's gnarly Sweet Scent to ooze freely out of the room. It began sublimating like dry ice at Angel's feet, instantly applying a fresh coat of pink varnish to the wood bricks. Holy shit, it smelled bad. It was like being buried under a ginseng bush.

His stomach turned again. So much for creeping in without her noticing. There was no turning back now that the door had creaked open all the way. He made up his mind and stepped over the threshold, squinting and waving his right paw in front of his face as though entering a building that had just finished burning out. He paused, trying to make out anything in the morass. After the thickest part had wafted away out the door, Angel did spy some slight daylight dancing at the far end of the room, coming in from in between the curtains drawn over a set of bay windows. The only other light in the room was the bright strip down the center from the open door, swirling with smoke.

He squinted and looked around, vague outlines of furniture and features gradually coming into focus as his eyes adjusted to the dark. Appropriately, her bedroom looked to have been the smoking room back in the days this place was owned by humans, where guests would pass the evening drinking and playing cards. At his right sat a gaming table surrounded by four straight-backed wooden chairs with leather-padded seats. There were old wall sconces by the sides of the door for setting oil lamps in, a long sofa in the rear corner on the left, and a shaded electric lamp on a side table next to that. That was switched off, of course. He could also make out the horizontal striations of built-in bookshelves recessed into portions of the walls on the left and right.

Angel pushed his way in through the abominable layers of Scent, trying not to cough, and made it exactly three paces before he tripped over the back of a Salandit. He hopped sideways, almost kicking another one in the process. A pile of five of them at his feet all looked up at him, disgruntled, before flopping their heads back down onto each other. Angel breathed a sigh of relief and scanned the floor for more such hazards. Multiple groups of them lay piled on one another, scattered in a hissing minefield that sank into the high-pile carpet. It was hard to see exactly how many there were strewn about.

Gertrude, their queen, lay behind them all atop her chaise longue in front of the curtained bay windows, the single band of daylight draped across her slim, taut midriff. She was reclined on her back, both knees bent up so the heels of her long, elegant feet pushed into the luxurious brown leather under them. Fuck, she was sexy. Her right arm stood bent and propped up on the back of the couch, a single thin line of pink smoke rising and twirling off the far end of the cigarette holder she was holding in a lazy grip between her elongated index and middle fingers. Her left arm lay sprawled over the armrest behind her, slacking with the lower arm and fingers angled toward the floor, no energy in them.

Her neck and head were half hidden, hanging down over the rounded armrest in a similar manner. She apparently couldn't even be bothered to find out who'd come in if it meant lifting her head for a second. Angel slowly started to grin. This wasn't that bad yet. Maybe he would get his chance to peep after all, but he was going to have to sneak in deep if he wanted to make out any details in the low light.

He crept into the room on the toes of his boots, swallowing and suppressing his cough while he stepped over the Salandit mines in the carpet, until he stood almost touching his knees to the foot of Gertrude's chaise. Good, it still didn't seem like she'd noticed him. The underside of her snout was visible from this new angle, and he could confirm she had her head leaning backwards over the arm of the chaise, flat mouth indicating pure and utter boredom.

The gentle taper of her tail hung over the edge closest to Angel, flicking and swerving, sometimes slapping the front of the cushion with its rounded tip. Her cool, flowing movements pulled his gaze up her glossy body, where her tail connected thick and round to the underside of her smooth, thick ass. She stretched and yawned, pushing her cheeks down and making elongated, ovular impressions in the surface of the seat. Arching her back at the end of the yawn, she gave him a moment's glimpse into the crease between her tail and crotch. The skin drew down firm into a little, sexy pink asshole at the center like another button in her chaise's rhombus pinning pattern.

She kept her knees bent up as she relaxed back down into the leather, showing the smooth and slippery salamander skin up the undersides of her legs. A grin spread across Angel's lips. Now this was worth plucking up his courage for. He leaned in to get a better view of her sleek snatch, which smooshed up against her inner thighs every time she shifted her hips. Her perfect mound curled in at the center to form an impressed, vertical pink slit, soft lips lewdly plastered against the surface of the skin on both sides of it. It stuck together except where it was parted ever so slightly at the bottom, revealing a hint of her tender inner lips too. He shivered, imagining that tight hole milking his cock while he ran his paws up and down the smooth curves of her midsection.

She suddenly snapped her fingers behind the armrest. Angel jumped back, stifling a squeal, but relaxed his shoulders when she still didn't raise her head. Two Salandits wearing white bow ties materialized from out of the smoke behind the chaise in response. Either they were some kind of elites who got permanent direct access to the queen or were merely made to dress up when it was their turn to serve her. Regardless, they did look much more snappy than the others, and Angel grinned. He looked down at the bow around his own neck for a moment with a little smile. Yeah. Real ladies in charge demanded that kind of stuff.

There was some more scampering around the foot of the chaise. The Salandits had produced a bowl from underneath and were dunking their front feet in it. One by one, they stood up on their hind legs and hopped onto the seat alongside Gertrude's tail. Gertrude lowered her legs down straight by the sides of her tail, heels still pressing into the leather. Two Salandits straddled her ankles, leaned forward against the tops of her feet, reached around, and set about massaging her soles. Four others stood massaging up and down her legs and thighs. Angel was stunned.

The Salandits had known exactly what to do without the slightest verbal direction, from a mere finger snap. They knew which of them were being called on, what they were being called on for, and all the details involved. Now that was service. How could he get his underlings to behave like that? He wanted to be able to convey all that information in a single sound too. Angel watched with envy in his eyes as Gertrude swished her tail from the massage, letting out soft moans and curling her toes. Then she snapped her fingers a second time.

Three more Salandits in bow ties trotted out of the hazy shadows at the far side of the room, balancing an ornate, oblong silver tray full of items over their heads on their upturned front feet. A porcelain tea service with steam rising out clinked next to a plate of orange slices and grapes. Next to those sat a small, polished wood box with its top off, containing some memorabilia that was hard to make out. The Salandits carried the tray in front of the open right side of the chaise and stopped below the end of the armrest. They raising the tray up within Gertrude's reach and stood there stone still.

"Why not have a cup of tea with me since you're already here," she suggested loudly, swinging her head up and grinning straight at Angel.

Angel jumped back, eyes going wide. ...so she'd just been pretending not to notice him? That got on his nerves. "No, thank you," he snapped, looking askance.

Gertrude closed her eyes, sighing at his tone with immediate exasperation. "I don't suppose you'll have a smoke either, then."

Angel attempted to let out his own sigh but inhaled too hard and fell into a coughing fit instead. "It's almost...! ...like I've been smok- ...smoking! ...since I walked in the door!"

Gertrude frowned and flicked her right wrist, shaking a clump loose from her cigarette into her ashtray and waving the Salandits holding the tray away in the same motion. "If you say so, Dear. Only here for your peep show, then? I know it's been a while, but do be more considerate and close the door behind you next time. You've allowed all our lovely stink to escape," she said flatly.

Angel tightened up as a hot blush rose in his cheeks, somewhere between embarrassment and indignation. "You did know I was here!" he squeaked, voice cracking. "The whole time?"

Gertrude's lips curled up at the corners. "You don't mean to tell me you thought you were being stealthy?" She indulged in a low, cold giggle which, while directed at Angel, was nevertheless singularly sexy and smooth. "...despite the light you've let in, the coughing, the bells?"

Angel facepalmed. He was so used to the sound of the bells on his choker jingling every step he took he didn't even realize they'd give him away. "...You wanted to see me?" he quickly changed the topic.

"Oh, yes." Gertrude nodded. "I did. I was wondering if you might be willing to provide me an interesting opportunity in return for a favor of your choosing. I thought we could sit and discuss it over-" She stopped and looked over his aggressive pose and frown.

"...but you don't do drugs, do you?" she concluded. "No point, then. You're ready to reject my offer before you've even heard it." She turned away with a wriggle and flipped herself over on her belly, curling the front of her neck over the armrest instead and pushing her butt in the air. Her masseurs readjusted their positions in an orderly fashion, the two that had been on her ankles standing up in front of her soles with their tails turned to Angel.

Angel whistled, staring at Gertrude's exposed snatch, ass, and undertail with a deep grin on his face. "I'll just take the peep show, then," he snickered, relieved.

She hiked her tail higher, allowing him to stare for another ten seconds while she took a long drag on her cigarette or whatever it was. Then she snapped her fingers, and several Salandits hopped up to pull the door closed, leaving them in complete darkness except for the vague touch of light able to penetrate the thick curtains.

Angel crossed his arms in front of his chest and huffed now that he could only make out her silhouette. "So you're not even going to say what you wanted me for?" he demanded crossly.

"Ah," she flicked her tail, "You'll have to ask me nicely now that you've rejected my first two offers."

Angel frowned. "You offered me something already?"

"I've offered you tea, and I've offered you a smoke," she said bluntly, looking back over her right shoulder, "a most generous opening to our negotiations."

This was not going well. Her conversation style was as slippery as she was. On the other hand, if he had accepted the tea or smoke, she probably would have taken that as the "favor" and demanded compensation. Wasn't she in a position to make him do whatever it was she wanted anyway, to avoid her telling the whole house what had happened in the kitchen? ...or maybe she really didn't know.

"You, uhm, don't know anything- ...about-" He interrupted himself with a second coughing fit. The Scent had grown considerably stronger with the door closed, not to mention the terrible, stifling smell rising off her cigarette.

Gertrude giggled, continuing to swing her tail tip back and forth as she listened to him struggle. "Take your time."

"Nevermind...!" he gasped, continuing to hack.

"For heaven's sake," Gertrude snapped, pressing her tailtip to the front of Angel's throat and started slithering it down under his choker. "I hope I don't need to educate you about your own type disadvantage. Take off your Mega Stone before you faint."

"No!" Angel grabbed her slick, warm, wriggling appendage and yanked it out from under his Audinite. "Get your slutty tail off me!"

"My... goodness," she said, withdrawing her tail. "Is that what you really think of me?"

"Everyone knows all you do is smoke and fuck all day in here."

"......" She ignored him, facing away.

Angel paused and raised his head, aiming a cold stare at her ass. She deserved that. She'd been rude to him too! On the other hand, the way she'd begun shifting on the cushions did make it seem like she was actually upset. Maybe he should stop and think about what he was doing for a second, like Pancake had said. "...No," he said after a moment, lowering his head again. "I don't think that. I'm sorry."

Gertrude curled her neck to look at him, smiling gently as she lay her left cheek on the armrest. "Well. I don't believe I've ever heard you apologize to anyone but Jennifer. There may be some hope for you after all," putting the emphasis on the word "some."

Angel nodded and opened his mouth to respond but inhaled too sharply and had to clamp it shut, expelling Scent from his noseless nostrils.

"However," Gertrude took the opportunity to continue, "I've always thought you very rude, the way you approach women just to stare. I wonder if you remember sitting with me under the sink just so you could get hard? I forgave your immaturity and never said a word about it, but that was years ago, when you were still being taken care of. If you really are to be in charge here, it's time you learned better. Respect doesn't come as cheap as you seem to think. You must either command the respect of others through proper action or earn the respect of others through kindness, neither of which you demonstrate any propensity for."

Angel wasn't really listening, only trying to get his own words out. The harder he tried, the harder he coughed. His nostrils flared as he stumbled over his words, which were becoming less and less intelligible. He staggered left and right, trying to get to the windows before his vision blurred completely. He started to choke on the smoke, coughs turning to loud gags. Gertrude ignored his difficulty and didn't let up.

"Did you think I wouldn't have heard about your behavior of late? My Salandits have hiding places all over the mansion, and I see everything you do. All the power you wish to wield, I actually hold, and I deserve the respect. Over the past week, you've made all of our jobs difficult, cited us for offenses that no one agreed upon, spied on and been rude to nearly everyone, and whined every night at dinner that you couldn't 'get laid' while bragging you were the only one ever to share the experience with our trainer. Any reason you may feel you have to be depressed and burden us all, I assure you, has no feet to stand on. You've gotten laid plenty, just not with other monsters."

"I want it with other monsters!" he spat. "I want a girlfriend!"

Gertrude cringed and snapped. "A girlfriend?! Ha! You don't want to care about anyone! You just want someone to bend over for you whenever you want it!"

"Please...!" Angel gasped, stumbling into the wall next to the windows. "I can't...!"

Gertrude angrily snapped the fingers of her left hand twice, and another elite Salandit scuffled out from under the chaise, to the wall, and up the drapes. He unlatched the lower window in the middle of the bay set and pulled the windowpane up as much as he could at his height. Angel ran and shoved the curtains aside, making the whole room hiss and turn away as it flooded with daylight. He grabbed the Salandit on the sill and threw it out of the way, back to the floor, before yanking the window rest of the way up. He gripped the wood and threw his upper body out, butt up, gasping into the open air.

Gertrude shielded her eyes from the light with the long fingers of her left hand. "You really might have removed your choker before you came in here," she snarled. "One good decision could have saved all of us so much trouble, but you were stubborn and shortsighted as always, weren't you?"

Angel wheezed something weakly out the window. "No... no...!"

Gertrude's tail stiffened as a wide, angry frown spread across her face. "What was that, Boy?"

Angel remained slumped over the sill, taking in the fresh air but otherwise motionless.

"Oh, Dear," Gertrude frowned, "You didn't quite make it in time after all, did you?"


Next Angel woke up, it was on a bed. It felt and smelled like his own bed, with pink sheets like his own bed. What had even happened? He groaned and muttered to himself as he tried to open his eyes. "Oooh... Head's killing me. Glad that was all a dream and she didn't really bitch at me." He turned on his left side to pull the sheets back over him but couldn't. Something was weighing them down. He yanked and still got nothing.

"Still in a mood to be rude, are we?" said an unctuous voice next to him.

He froze up. His eyes came open, shivers running up his spine. He took a moment to regain his calm before turning over to a shiny, black lizard thigh a few inches from his face. "I- I'm rude?!" Angel tried to sit up but fell back onto the mattress under the tight covers. "How am I the rude one when you came in my room uninvited?"

"I was saving you," Gertrude stated flatly. "You really should show more appreciation for-"

"You're in my bed!" Angel snapped.

"...That's true," Gertrude snickered.

"How long have you been watching me sleep?" Angel struggled under the sheets, trying to get out of the trap. "You didn't do anything to me while I was passed out, did you?!"

Gertrude looked down at him, casually reclined against his headboard on the right side of his bed. "Relax," she said, whapping her tail firmly down on the covers and holding him there. "I brought you back to your room after you passed out of your own accord." She twirled her cigarette holder in her left hand, spinning a trail of pink smoke off the top and flicking ashes onto the carpet.

Angel swung his arm pathetically, trying to grab at it. "You're gonna make it smell like death in here too, aren't you?"

"Rude," she said again. "Rude just like you were to Custard and Pancake, rude like you were to Holly and Fruit Punch, and rude like you were to my brood. You'll shut up now if you know what's good for you, because I can stink up this whole house with rumors about you faster than-"

There it was. "Oh. I get it," he grimaced. "That's why it your job says 'Gossip' on the list. You collect information and use it to your advantage."

"Where there's smoke, there's fire," she grinned.

Angel turned back over in a huff, away from her and toward his window. "How is that even helpful?" he huffed under his breath.

"Nevermind," she said. "You'll just have to trust in Jennifer's decision making for once."

"I do trust in her decision making!" Angel pouted.

"Then why are you depressed lately?" Gertrude asked. "You must believe she has a plan for us."

Angel slowly closed his mouth. That was a question he didn't know how to answer.

"You still owe me that favor," Gertrude said flatly.

"I suppose you're demanding it now, aren't you?" Angel sighed, "...in return for bringing me back here?"

Gertrude paused, considering this. "You're right," she smiled. "You owe me two favors. One for me saving you, one for letting a week's worth of stink escape from our den."

"...Fine," Angel said quietly. "What do you want?"

"First, I want you to learn how to approach women."

"What did you say?"

"Lessons," she said. "Instead of doing your flirting after dinner, you're going to come up here and flirt with me."

Angel's cheeks went red as he turned back over to face her. "So... basically, you want me to learn how to be one of your brood? Why?"

"Someone has to teach you how to do it properly, or you're going to be in this tailspin forever."

"Thanks," Angel frowned.

"Don't take it too personally."

"Well..." Angel shifted his eyes to the side, trying not to blush. "...fine," he said. "I guess I could use some practice. What's the other thing?"

Gertude let the grin spread back across her face. "The keys to the safe."

"No!" Angel glared up at her. "Are you joking? Absolutely not. Jenny said I couldn't let anyone else have them. That's our emergency money."

Gertrude grinned and shrugged. "You can think of it as payment for the lessons if you prefer."

Angel's eyes shifted. "...No."

"Fine. Unfortunately, you have the reasonable response this time, so I'll be honest with you. My supply of snuff is running out. Ponger's found a supplier in town, but we need Pokécash."

"So either I make a withdrawal or you go through withdrawal?"

"That's right." Gertrude smiled, lifting her tail and allowing the covers to loosen. "That's it exactly. Jennifer's away, so I'm going to need regular deposits from you instead."

"Sounds like I'm useful for something after all," Angel said, getting a smug grin as he propped himself up on his arms. "The answer's still no."

"Please, Angel?" she cooed, attitude changing completely. "I'll make it worth your while," she grinned, leaning over him and stroking her right index finger slowly down his chest.

Angel sat bolt upright, eyes wide. "You're gonna let me fuck you?" he gasped, running his paws down through his belly fur.

Gertude giggled. "My, that was easy."

"I mean!" Angel crossed his arms, trying not to grin through his blush. "...Fine, but if I do this for you, every one of your 'lessons' has to have a happy ending."

"No deal," Gertrude shook her head. "No point me giving you a lesson you can't fail."

Angel hesitated, eyes still locked on her crotch. "...Whatever," he relented, tip beginning to peek out under the covers. "How much and how often?"

She took a ponderous drag on her cigarette and exhaled leisurely though her nostrils. "Oh, we can take our time discussing that later this evening. Come on, just think about how many years you've been wanting me," she smiled, dragging her right index finger across his growing bump in the sheets, sproinging it back and forth until the erection was full. "Just agree so we can fuck already."

His head turned down and to the right, eyes shut tight and cheeks burning. "D- deal," he stammered, tent jumping and pulling the sheets toward him.

Gertrude spread her legs, licking her lips. "Let's do it, then, Naughty Boy. Make me your first monster lay."

Angel's ears perked along with his tent. He scrambled out from under the covers and leapt to his knees between her legs, facing her with a big grin. His nuts plopped down in the sheets, tense and full to bursting again even though it had only been a couple hours since his cum in the kitchen. "First I want to see it, up close," he demanded, cock jumping up and holding stiff.

Gertrude raised her tail tip and stroked up the underside of his chin with it. "Take your time and do what you like with me. I won't resist one little bit, this time." She grinned, looking at the powerful pink bullet pushing well out from under his tummy pudge. Bending her knees up and digging her heels into the sheets, she slid her back down the polished wood of the headboard and pushed her crotch in Angel's direction, keeping her tail down and out of the way. He dropped forward on his paws and knees and crawled up close in between her legs.

Her tail lay flat with its tender underside exposed, its lower half wriggling in the wrinkles of the sheets. The crease at the base of her tail smooshed back and forth as she wagged, exposing her squishing tailhole. Her pelvic bones showed slight protrusions in the otherwise smooth skin of her hips, and her pussy stuck out smooth and tense from between her inner thighs like an overinflated rubber ball. Paws shaking, Angel reached down and pulled at her warm, wet lips, trying to spread them out to touch her thighs. They slipped out of his grip every time, making her pussy pop open and smack closed.

She gave a low, mischievous chuckle, the lower portion of her crotch growing shinier and stickier with each spread. "That's it. Mmm, good boy," she encouraged him, slowly licking her lips with her flat, tapered tongue.

Angel gasped and sprung up absolutely rock hard, getting praised for his groping habit for once! Trying to get a better grip, he flattened his palms and pushed in on her mound, which bulged it up so tense against her thighs that it jiggled when she swished her tail. He leaned in and stared at the red lump he'd exposed where her shiny lips came together at the top of her slit.

"Whoa, is that your clit?" Angel asked, looking up at Gertrude's face as he squooshed in on it from the sides with his index fingers.

Gertrude snrked and nodded, digging her heels into the sheets and wriggling back into the headrest in preparation.

Angel excitedly squeezed her clit between his curled index fingers. "Ooooh..." It didn't feel firm hardly at all like he'd always imagined it would. It was slippery and squishy like the rest of her nethers and only gave a little resistance when he pressed in on it. His fingers slipped up and down, twiddling it until a little fleshy bump pushed down and out from underneath. He grinned big, moaned with approval, and tentatively pressed the little button, pushing it back up under her hood. Gertrude made a loud gasp, yanking her knees against her chest as her whole body suddenly seized up at once. Grin widening, Angel continued to push back and forth on her clit hood until she started to snarl and groan.

Mmm. That was really hot, like she hadn't been expecting how good his touch would feel. Angel beamed with pride. He held in on the hood and slipped it toward her belly, squeezing the soft, little button out again. He leaned down and sniffed, shoulders spasming and tail lifting up stiff as he deeply inhaled her powerful, musky smell of sweat and spice. He slowly dragged his tongue up the gooey center of her slit, thickly coating it in her sweet, warm juices, and slurped her sensitive, little button in through his lips. He suckled, knelt over her and moaning softly into her crotch, while she clamped up and shuddered, tail thrashing back and forth across the surface of the sheets.

Gertrude panted harder and harder through clenched teeth, legs bent up in the air with her toes curled. "E- enough!" she gasped just before her hole strained open, splatting a hot plop of juice all over his face.

"Heh, heh," Angel grinned smugly, dripping thick, white juice from his chin as he looked back up at her. "Did you just cum? I just made you cum, didn't I?"

"N- not yet, Sweetie," She panted, still quivering all over. "That's just what happens when you make a lizard really slippery. You're going to have to work a little harder to make me cum," she teased, wrapping her tailtip around his cock from underneath.

"Wait!" He shivered. He moaned and touched his belly as his tapered pink cock sproinged up through her coil, spurting long ropes of gooey, clingy pre from the middle of the tip and draping them down over the curve of her tail. "I- I haven't looked inside yet!"

She nodded slowly and loosened her grip on his member a little. He maintained pressure near the bottom of her pudge, where her mound curled down and in toward her asshole. Leaning back in, he resecured his grip on her mound by flattening his fingers against her slippery lips and pushing the tense bulges against her thighs. The center of her pussy squished down, and this time he hooked his thumbs into her entrance and carefully pulled apart.

The two halves of her peach wouldn't come apart at first, held together with a sticky, opaque white ooze running all the way down her slit into her tail crease. Grinning, Angel maintained his pressure, loosening the wet suction and popping her pussy open down the center with a noise like a long kiss on the cheek. Her mound tightened and pulled in near the bottom as her soft, pink tunnel tried to clench in on itself. He pushed his thumbs into her warm, fleshy hole as far as they would go and held it open, slipping it around until he could see the tight, smooth ring of her cervix at the back. He licked his lips and lowered his head to get as close a look as possible.

He leaned his forehead against the underside of her belly and got close enough to her opening to study her interior texture. He'd expected concentric rings of flesh that rolled over one another, but instead the pink pulled straight inward, stretched thin, smooth, and tender. There was a way bigger bump than her clit along the top of her vagina, just before it angled upward.

"Oh, wow," he gasped, slipping a little of his right paw inside to rub it, "what's that?"

"Hnm-hmnmmm!" she moaned, squirming too hard to answer.

"...You're really okay with this?" he blushed, curling his three fingers and pulling up on the top of her tunnel.

"P- please fuck me," Gertrude whispered.

"Can I fuck you in your pussy?" Angel asked, humping his hips a little as he rubbed circles inside of her.

"You may," she gasped, curling the underside of her slick, warm tail up against his nuts from underneath, pressing them and his peeking cock up into his lower belly.

"I- can?!" Angel asked, excitedly humping her tail as he held it to his belly, pausing his ministrations to stare up at her.

"You and I wouldn't produce eggs no matter how hard we tried," she said, grinning in the left corner of her mouth.

All Angel knew was she'd said yes. He stiffened up and fired a big warning shot of pre that oozed down the underside of her tail. She tightened the coil around his sheath again, pushing it in against his belly so his rounded, pink tip poked out. He put his palms down on top of it and started to thrust in excitement, eyes lidding. It was so warm and so slippery. He fully closed his eyes to stop his vision going blurrier and spurting pre all up the underside of her tail.

"Yes, that's it," Gertrude cooed. "Good boy." She pet down the tops of his fuzzy ears, curling her long fingers underneath. They scritched deep into the fur and almost went inside his ears before she stroked down his antennae, unwinding them between her middle and ring fingers. "Come here," she snarled, tugging his cock with her coil.

She kept her legs spread and raised, giving him enough space to crawl in and press his belly against hers, and uncurled her tail, releasing his boinging package. He lowered his hips and slid his furry nuts up the center of her tail, smearing his own pre. The closer he got to her crotch, the wider her tail became and the deeper he sunk into her crease. He pushed his tip in at the very center of her cooch, pulling it in around him, then held his smooth cock in his right paw and pushed the tip down her slit until it twitched against her warm, moist opening.

She reached down and took his wrists in her slender hands, pulled them up, and placed his paws on the sleek curve of her belly just like in his fantasies. He half lidded his eyes and huffed through clenched teeth, pushing his hips down and forward, slipping the tip through her lips. He immediately tensed up all over and fired a barrage of pre inside, his well teased cock jumping four times in quick succession. She shuddered and pushed herself down, knocking the hard headboard against the wall behind it as she stuffed her wet, sproingy pussy up against his crotch from below, sliding his length into her tunnel's soft, tight grip all at once.

He tensed his fingers, pushing his palms off her belly, and moaned up at her with a look of amazement as she pumped his whole length inside her warm, sensitive body. She was arched inward at the middle now so that only her upper back was pressed against the headboard while her lower back lay in the sheets. Her head sunk into her shoulders and her chin into her chest, and she pulled her legs up alongside her cheeks before bending them over his shoulders. Her lower body curled and cupped itself under his abdomen, cradling him with her thick tail supporting his butt.

He huffed louder and pulled his hips, withdrawing his turgid, pink erection almost all the way before pushing back in to the hilt against the pressure of her squeeze. Her slick, tender flesh clamped down on him again right away, holding him firm while a hot glob of juice splatted his crotch and oozed down his nuts. She dug her heels into his back and pulled his front side down against her warm, slippery chest.

She held him in a close, squeezy embrace, milking on his buried cock, and began to draw her red, tapered tongue up the left side of his neck, padding his fur down with slow, hot licks, constantly replacing patches where her saliva had gone cold with more warm tongue presses. He moaned up at her the whole time, rubbing her belly.

Finally she relaxed her muscles, allowing him to pull back again. He quickly started pumping her before she could clamp again, nuzzling and gasping into her chest. He fucked her slowly at first, pausing after every push to feel her wriggling around him. He shivered, starting to pull his thick member back out coated with her juices.

"Au-di-nooooohhh," he moaned, lying on her belly and thrusting.

"Salaaaazzle," she snarled approvingly, undulating and slapping her crotch against his.

He pulled his paws out from between their bellies and wrapped his arms around her upper back instead. Clinging to her and nuzzling into her chest, he tensed his hips and pumped her pussy hard, making all sorts of rude squelches come out. He hilted repeatedly, pressing his tip to her cervix, preing all over it, and pushing her womb up toward her belly. She tightened her grip on his shoulders, petting him and making shuddering sounds in his left ear.

He moaned into her chest, surrounded by her soft heat. That bump she had a little bit inside pushed down harder than the rest into the top of his cock. He stroked himself against it as he fucked her wildly, making airy gasps when he pulled his cock from her.

"Yes... eager boy," she groaned.

He grunted in response, nuts pulling up tight between his legs and whapping her tailbase on each thrust. Suddenly she clamped down again and wouldn't let go, rippling up and down his length. He tried pulling out against her pressure, but she tightened even more, flesh slipping hot around his cock. The more he tried to pull his hips back, the harder her suction held him down and in. He grit his teeth and raised his rear up in the air as high as he could before plopping down into her, splatting juices out onto his belly.

"Ah- Almost...!" she gasped, scritching between his wilting ears. He turned his head, resting his right cheek on her, and moaned over and over, drooling down her smooth chest from the corner of his open mouth. His cock held her tunnel up powerfully, blasting pre as he tried to hold back too. It kept getting tighter and tighter, not letting up this time. His cries for release got more desperate, and his legs shook. She shuddered in his ear, making his nuts suddenly clench so hard his shoulders hunched in surprise. She stayed tight, her sticky lips kissing around his base. He released a tense, high-pitched moan, and shoved himself against her cervix, trying to hold back the hot cum that had rushed up into his dick.

"Nguh!" He cried and tightened his fists against her back, tip dribbling and smearing her cervix, ready to explode. "Hunh!" He scrunched up his face as he pushed on her insides. The harder he tried to hold back, the stronger his cock lifted up.

"Unghhhh...!" She seized up, giving a low, raunchy groan. The back of her tunnel pushed down on his tip, securing him against it. Holding her breath, she pulled her legs up by his sides, bending her knees and curling her toes. Her cigarette holder wobbled in the grip of her left hand, and her tongue hung out as her mouth slowly came open. She curled her toes over his shoulders, holding her breath.

"Gah!" she gasped, clamping down and bathing him in a rush of hot juice from deep in her tunnel. Her eyes widened and rolled back in her head, then shut tight. She released, climaxing all over his underbelly with a sudden massive splat. She started squeezing down on him inside, repeatedly splorting her juices out around his cock. She splattered his crotchfur, strands clinging to the underside of her tail. He held himself inside, hips shaking, as her tense insides tugged on him, milking with warm, slippery ripples.

"Nu- waaah! Waaah!" he cried out, sucked into her squeezing climax. "Audi- Audi-!" he whimpered. "Audinooo!!!" he squealed and began to coat her womb, cock whapping up hard and rapid blasting thick ropes through her cervix. He wailed into her smooth chest and shoved himself, nuts clenching every time he whapped up against the top of her tunnel. "Waaa-aa-aah! Eee-yaah!" He cried, trembling as he fired his sticky spurts up the back of her womb.

"Ohhh... ohhhhgh," she gasped, her body shaking as he painted her trembling, clamping insides, her mound lifting up with each spurt. Straightening his arms, he pushed his upper body off her, arched his back, and shoved his hips, wailing into the air as he continued to blast. He shook wildly, surrounded in hot sticky, and yanked back an inch, plastering the roof of her tunnel. "Audinoooh...!" he squealed, blowing more and more until she was full.

He collapsed on top of her moments later, dribbling off. His satisfied cock shrank out of her, going soft and oozing another line along the underside of her tail as it slipped back into his sheath. He shivered all over, keeping his warm belly pressed to hers as his head swam with happiness. He'd just filled that, after so long. He could feel his cum bubbling out of her, smearing into his belly and crotch fur. He felt light. He closed his eyes while she tenderly twirled his antennae in her slender fingers, breathing calmly against him. The warmth of the sun fell on them through his window. No more bad day. Today was now officially the best. He nuzzled into her soft, sleek chest, eyelids drooping.

"Finally," he gasped, blushing and yawning into her chest. "Thank you."

"You owe me," she giggled, petting his ears as he drifted off.