Fic Festival

Willow woke feeling spent beyond belief. The fresh-evolved Mienshao—still a curvaceous bustyboy as always, but with even more beckoning curves and generous tits thanks to his evolution—groaned, his mind clearing. He remembered… his mom and sister capturing him and Sybil. His own evolution, and talking them both down. Sybil going to the shrine, returning, partaking in an orgy with him and his family. Her inadvertently unleashing some of Xerneas’s ambient life energy as Willow’s sister had brought her to orgasm.

The energy had swept over both Willow and Fern as they’d made love, and it had changed things—resulted in his mother… getting knocked up, and then…

Oh fuck. It all came back to him. Willow flushed and stammered and he nearly passed out again. He was not ready for fatherhood.

Close by, Sybil was half-dozing, grooming one marigold-colored forepaw as she relaxed in the afterglow. Fern and Laurel were cuddling together, the smaller Mienfoo openly fawning over her mother’s newfound maternal swell. Side-eying Willow, Sybil rose, stretching. “Aaaand there he is, star stud coming back around! You with us back in the land of the living, Willow?”

His teammate’s voice hooked into his mind and prevented him from spiraling. He looked sideways at her. “Yeah,” he said. “I, uh… I just… it was a real big, um shock…”

Sybil snickered, as did Laurel, and Fern beamed sagaciously, one dainty paw resting on the generous swell of her stomach. Something told Willow that the ladies had been having lighthearted fun at his expense while he was out. Well, as the only guy present—and one who had accidentally knocked up his own mother at that—perhaps he had it coming. Or, heh, cumming.

He shook his head. By Dialga’s gears, he was doing it himself.

“Hey, you okay?” Sybil’s voice was less playful and more concerned, and he glanced up. She was standing there, head cocked, looking at him in worry. He’d really made her fret, hadn’t he? His heart went out to her. He’d really lucked out, stumbling across her in the fields near Orchard Vale. She was the best teammate a mon could ask for.

“Yeah,” he said. “I’ll be okay. Just parsing what went through.” He rose as well, solid and smooth, noting both how innate his new form as a Mienshao came to him (most pokemon naturally adopted their evolved forms, after all) as well as the sudden heft of his bigger breasts against his body.

And speaking of breasts…

He flushed as he realized that Sybil’s own breasts were hanging down heavy and milky underneath her. What’s more, after spending so long used to her having three pairs—one she’d started with, one from the Hallowed Rainforest, and one from Shaymin Village—she now had a fourth set. Eight tits in all. And that meant…

“Oh cripes!” he cried out, embarrassed. How had he forgotten the entire reason they’d returned to his home to begin with? “Your boobs! That extra set—does that mean it worked out? You need to tell me everything!”

“Yeah,” Sybil said. “We need to talk. But…” She swept her gaze, taking in the curved stone walls of the cavern. “Fern, you said that if you screamed, the village would hear it. Are the acoustics really that good?”

“Mmmm…” his mother purred. She continued rubbing her stomach, occasionally interrupted by a small kick or bump of movement within. “I played it up for the moment, but only by a bit. Yes, they are quite good.” She smiled and said nothing more, but Willow flushed, as did Laurel and Sybil. All three were realizing—had the sounds of their little orgy escaped? Were tongues wagging in the village? He swallowed. Well, that was neither here nor there.

Sybil sighed. “The discussion about what happened in the shrine is going to be really portentous. It would be best to avoid having my words carried elsewhere. Can you think of any place close by?”

Willow immediately had something come to mind. “Oh, there’s a fantastic joint I used to frequent when I still lived here. Popular with mons, the overcrowded din makes it hard to overhear, plus we could probably snag a private booth. Let’s go!”

Fern stiffened almost reflexively. “What, and not invite me? Your own mother? I—” She paused, mentally checked herself, and visibly softened. After a sigh, she continued, her voice much calmer: “My apologies, dear. You and your friend—I mean, you and Sybil have fun. Go save the world.” She smiled and glanced down at her gravid body. “You have one more reason to do so, after all.”

Laurel stood there with an air of worry, fretting her hands against themselves. She spoke: “You’re not… leaving so soon, are you? I mean, you just got here… and we only just, um, figured things out—that is…”

Willow’s heart went out for his little sister. After spending so long—longer than he had, in fact—under their mother’s domineering thumb, she doubtless didn’t want to be left alone again so soon. “Don’t worry,” he said, striding over to Laurel and planting a chaste kiss on the top of her head. She stiffened a bit and squeaked. “We’re just chatting. We’ll be back. Even amidst the overgrowth, we’re not just going to cut and run and leave you two. Promise.”

Fern nodded sagely and after a moment, Laurel did as well. Glancing at Sybil, Willow nodded. “Okay, then—let’s go. You can bring me up to speed.”

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Laurel felt a pang as Sybil left, taking her brother with her, but the moment passed. The past twenty-four hours had been… surreal. Her brother had come home with a milky Jolteon teammate, she and her mother had captured them, the pair had escaped, turned the tables, drawn mother and daughter into an inter-familial orgy… And now here she was, having had sex with Sybil and nursed from her overlarge teats. Laurel’s stomach was still big and sloshy and filled with milk.

It was a bizarre, almost unbelievable turn of events.

Now she was cuddling against her mom, scarcely believing how their relationship had progressed. Fern was taking steps to soften up. Laurel had successfully revealed that she was into girls to her despite having been worried that Fern would disapprove due to the complications it presented in continuing the proud family line of healers. She’d even confessed that she didn’t feel adequate as a healer. And Fern had understood.

Perhaps… perhaps everything was going to be okay.

On learning that Laurel was crushing on girls, Fern had invited her daughter to spend nights with her in the master bedroom—and for now, Laurel was taking her up on it. The two of them were lounging together on the large, generous mattress, Laurel cuddling up against her mother, scarcely believing that she was actually doing this. Though the position was arguably lewd, for now mother and daughter were simply cuddling and relaxing in one another’s company, enjoying the warmth and presence of one another.

It was bliss.

“Hey,” Laurel said after a moment. After so long spent in silent happiness cuddling with her mother, the sound of her own voice shocked her a little bit.

“Hmmm?” replied Fern, raising her head just a little bit.

“Can I, um…” Laurel blushed, hardly believing she was about to ask this—and of her mother, of all mons! “You’re just… so beautiful. Can I… kind of, pay attention to your body? Like, worship you, um… your…”

Fern murred happily, eyes half-lidded and looking sultry. “Worship my femininity?” she trilled. “My maternal curves? My milk, my udder, my packed-tight womb?”

Each syllable caused Laurel to grow redder and redder to the point she wondered whether she might not just release a squeal high-pitched as a teakettle. Still, she managed to nod eagerly. “Y-Yeah,” she stammered. “That’s exactly what I want.”

“Well, then.” Fern propped herself up on the bed with her elbows, back leaning against the headboard. Her face was sultry and her eyes looked inquisitively at her daughter. She was positioned in such a way that every part of her beckoned the eye: her breasts hanging against her swollen stomach, the stomach itself, and the four-teated, bovine udder, heavy with milk, poking from underneath. If Fern minded the transformations that Sybil’s milk—and, later, the unleashing of Xerneas’s life power—had wrought on her form, she was excellent at hiding it. “Go ahead, dear.”

Laurel swallowed. Hardly believing she was doing this, she reached a trembling paw to her mother’s chest. Fern’s generous boobflesh was soft and warm to the touch, her breasts pleasantly pillowing between Laurel’s digits, the soft flesh poking through like marshmallows. The warmth was almost intoxicating, and Laurel forgot herself, kneading her touch against Fern’s breasts. The motion provoked a low, pleasured murmur from her mom, and left her boobs being even more flush to the touch.

Gulping, Laurel realized that she was very, very quickly growing aroused. A flutter of erotic delight spurred down between her legs, a playful twinge behind her pussy that sent aftershocks all through her body. She was already worked up, and they’d barely started!

The playful smirk on Fern’s face and the way she subtly repositioned under Laurel’s paw, causing her breasts to nudge even more firmly against her daughter’s touch, told Laurel that Fern knew exactly what was happening. “Look how milky they are,” Fern said. “All the better to feed your new niece or nephew… your new sibling.”

The reminder of Fern’s state—that she was impregnated by her own son, and would soon be birthing a child who was both Laurel’s sibling and her niece or nephew—was enough to make the shortstack Mienfoo moan. Her eyes trailed down to her mother’s enormous, swollen stomach.

Laurel was attracted to femininity; always had been. And was there a more potent sign of the feminine than lifemaking? Than to nurture and carry a form within your own body? Seeing Fern’s large, overtly swollen stomach, she found herself aroused in a way that spoke to when she’d first realized how attracted to women she was, back when she’d noticed expectant mothers-to-be waddling around the village.

Without even realizing it, Laurel let her paws drift low. The weight and firmness of her mother’s belly bespoke to how pregnant she was—it was a different sort of heft than came from mere chubbiness, or from being stuffed with milk or cum. She pressed gently against the circumference, provoking a faint coo from her mother, and was rewarded by a fluttering of movement underneath, followed by a faint kick. The sensation just reaffirmed how incredible and magical the night truly had been. Twenty-four hours ago, Fern had been aggressively domineering towards her son. And now? She was carrying his child.

“You’re so pregnant,” Laurel mused. “So fertile. I can’t believe it…” Gently, she rubbed her paws against Fern’s stomach, prompting a pleased murmur from the larger pokemon. “You’re so… so motherly. So beautiful.” She meant every word, mind racing with further questions. What must it feel like? To carry something within you, to feel yourself growing around it, your body itself changing to become a vessel to nurture it. Knowing that you were molding a life in your very flesh. “I wish I could experience this… gods, if I could be that feminine, I’d never let it go.”

“I’m not sure that’s how it works,” Fern trilled with a laugh, and Laurel flushed.

“Still!” she protested.

Moving with mature confidence, Fern shifted positions again, exhaling graciously as the movement caused her unborn child to tumble and kick within her. Once she was sitting a bit more upright, she leaned over and pawed Laurel’s stomach just as Laurel was touching hers. Laurel’s belly—normally chubby under typical circumstances—was swollen and packed tight with Sybil’s milk, and she moaned openly as her mother gently played and kneaded with her belly. She felt the warm, heavy milk slosh around inside of her.

“You say that I’m all big,” teased Fern, “but look at you. How much did you drink from that Jolteon, hmmm? Did you drain all eight of those tits so that she could walk around without waddling? What a good girl you are.” The phrase, good girl, sparked something in Laurel’s brain, and she moaned deeper without meaning to.

“Oh Arceus… M-Mom…”

“That’s right,” Laurel replied. “You’re already so short and chubby and curvy under normal circumstances, a proper little shortstack, but at this moment? You’re arguably more milk than mon! Less a Mienfoo and more just a waddling milk balloon.” Her paw trailed to the underside of Laurel’s belly, dangerously close to her womanhood, and Laurel whined and hiked her hips forward, desperate for stimulation. Fern just chuckled and splayed her paw against the bottom of her daughter’s stomach, hefting its milky vastness overhead. “If this is all it takes to quiet that bratty mouth of yours,” she teased, “then I’m glad that I have a newfound udder. I’ll keep you sucking on it for the rest of days so that you can be Mommy’s happy little milk carton…”

Fuuuuck! Laurel was so worked up she thought she might just cum right then and there. Bracing her paws on Fern’s belly and leaning in deeper (with the effect that her own milk-laden stomach was sagging even more firmly against Fern’s touch), Laurel allowed her paws to drift down to her mother’s udder.

She squeezed one paw tight around one of Fern’s long, bovine teats. It was firmer than she’d thought, and warm to the touch; it provoked a long, joyous trill from Fern. She squeezed again and felt the udder throb under her touch. What would it feel like? To have her mouth around those teats? To feel the warmth in her muzzle, sucking away? So flush with milk? She almost gave in then and there, but held firm. She could do that later, perhaps.

With her other paw, Laurel gently poked and cupped around Fern’s udder. The swollen bag was warm and pliant, sloshing regularly as she kneaded against it. Each sound was accompanied by a mewl or erotic gasp from Fern, and Laurel continued touching and feeling up her mother’s udder, aroused beyond belief and hardly believing she was doing this. After a moment, Fern did the same with Laurel’s own stomach, causing the milk nestled within Laurel’s body to slosh and slap around inside her own form as well.

All in all, it was a distressingly erotic feeling—one they were both happy to share in.

It was one of the best nights of Laurel’s life.

After the two Fighting-types had finally spent themselves, they flopped together, panting in unison. They’d done nothing more than feel each other up, and yet… both tripped precariously close to orgasm.

As her arousal faded, Laurel grappled with other feelings—feelings of inadequacy and guilt. And she realized that if Fern had gone out of her way to apologize and try to be a better person, she ought to as well.

“Mom?” she said, voice small. Fern looked at her. “I’m… really sorry. That after Willow ran away, I couldn’t apply myself and be better healer, and—”

“Oh hush, that is nothing worth apologizing for!” Fern’s voice was sharp and for a moment, it almost sounded like the old her—the Fern who set Willow fleeing and Laurel cowering—was back. She recognized it in herself and winced, and when she continued, it was with a softer, more soothing tone. “I mean… I’m sorry, dear. But really, you have nothing to say sorry over. I leaned too much on you and ignored your wants and feelings. That’s my failing, not yours.”

Laurel sighed, feeling unburdened. “I… thank you, Mom. Really.” She swallowed. “I know I’ve always been a bad hand at healing, and if we’re being honest, I don’t know if I even want to be a healer.” Fern’s eyes widened and Laurel stuttered on, kneading her hands together again; where Willow talked a mile a minute when fixated, she was the opposite, her nervous digits moving faster than her mouth. “I-I was never good at it, it was always Willow’s thing… and then feeling like I had to live up to him and the family legacy, I-I-I don’t know if I ever got to try the things that I’d like to do! N-Now that we’re figuring things out, I’d like to see if there’s… anything else out in the world that calls to me…”

“Oh dear,” Fern said. “Why didn’t you tell me before?”

“Before I had a chance to, Willow left—and then you got upset, and I knew that it was important to you that the family carry on the healing tradition, so I thought that if I said anything you’d get upset even more, and…”

Fern teared up. “Oh, how could I have ever ignored the feelings of my own children? What a selfish mother I’ve been!” She sighed and wiped the tears from her brow. “I know it won’t make up for what I did in the past, but just know—I’m resolving to do better. I mean it. I’ll support you just as I’m supporting Willow, and whatever you plan to do in the future, you have your mother’s support, Laurel. I promise.”

Now it was Laurel’s turn to tear up. “Aw… M-Mom…” She wiped her cheeks, embarrassed, and Fern nuzzled her, continuing:

“Perhaps it was my arrogance,” she said. “In my head, the art of healing was tied with our family legacy, but healing is more than just our line. Even if Willow stays an adventurer and you go your own way, healing won’t die out. And it’s not worth bullying the two of you to live your lives how I want you to. Besides—to heal is to bring comfort and joy.” She cradled her arm against Laurel’s head. “And the two of you do that on your own, with aplomb. I couldn’t be prouder.”

Laurel was tearing up even more and snuffled happily, nuzzling Fern. For now, she was joyful beyond belief. Her mom would support her? Truly? She couldn’t imagine happier news.

In fact, she had something in mind to get help with.

“M-Mom?” she said after a moment. “I… think I could use your help.”

Fern glanced at her, smiling. “Oh?”

“Y-Yeah. Um… You know how I’m attracted to girls?”

Fern’s smile deepened, becoming playful. “So I heard.”

“Well… could you maybe… help me figure out how to, um, k-kiss them?”

Fern blinked and then laughed. “Oh, sweetie! Absolutely. Here.” She leaned over and gave a surface-deep, loving smooch on her daughter’s muzzle. The feeling of the older, more mature woman’s lips against her own was downright electric to Laurel, and she felt ready to pass out. When Fern broke the kiss, Laurel stammered: “U-Um, I… was hoping for a, a d-deeper one. Like the one you gave Willow…”

Fern just chuckled again and wordlessly sank her lips back against her daughter’s. Laurel nearly fainted from delight, moaning happily as she felt her mom’s tongue flit against her mouth. She parted her mouth to allow Fern in and shuddered with happiness at the sensation. She opened her mouth, pushing her own tongue up to meet Fern’s, and both mother and daughter shuddered in delightful sensation as they began intimately making out.

As Laurel’s cheeks blushed with happiness, she thought to herself that she probably wasn’t going to get much sleep tonight.

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The place that Willow had in mind turned out to be Spinda’s Bar. Sybil enjoyed the atmosphere—it was warm and cozy, with plenty of delicious-sounding drinks on tap. Willow was feted as an old friend come back by many of the regulars, Spinda included, and they talked up how taller and more mature he looked now that he was evolved. When he asked for a private booth for him and his teammate, the other pokemon playfully ribbed him on the ‘good catch’ he’d acquired. He blushed and was too flustered to correct them.

When both of them sat down—he with a small glass of local cider and she with an overly sweet, fruity cocktail—Sybil grinned at him. “‘Good catch’, huh?” she teased.

“Don’t…” Willow groaned, kneading his forehead. She pressed on:

“Of course, the real ‘good catch’ is a certain lovely, mature older Mienshao. Wonder what they’d think about that?”

“Who knows,” Willow grumbled good-naturedly. He swigged back some of the cider. “Or my coming fatherhood, for that matter. Arceus’s wheel!” He put his head in his hands; he looked half-ready to collapse onto the table then and there. “I… I can’t believe I knocked up my mom,” he said, pitching his voice just a bit low. Sybil didn’t think anyone in the bar would be able to hear him over the ruckus. “I’m not ready for fatherhood! What do I do?!”

Realizing just how stressed he was, Sybil held off on further teasing. Instead, she leaned over, resting one paw against his. “Hey,” she said. “I know this is a big development, but you can make it through this. I know you can.”

“But what about my mom? She didn’t ask to be impregnated. Hell, she has two adult kids, and now a third on the way? I might’ve ruined her life!”

She could tell he was in danger of spiraling. “Willow,” Sybil said softly, “your mom was absolutely ecstatic. She’s more excited about this than Tambora was when he learned we’d fixed the first shrine! And besides, your family is evidently prepared when it comes to bringing new life into the world and welcoming and raising it.”

Willow grumbled incoherently, which she knew meant she had a point. She continued:

“The relationship between you and your mom is… complex, maybe more so than I could ever realize, but it looks like the two of you are taking steps to repair that relationship and make it something new; something beautiful.” She paused and realized that she felt a touch jealous. Not that Fern had Willow; she’d long since understood the two of them were better as friends. But just that the two of them had that sort of intimate connection. She wouldn’t mind finding one of her own someday.

Not to mention, well… Willow had Fern, and Laurel too, as family. People with whom he had a history. Familiarity. Even Spinda, and other patrons at the bar, shared a history with him.

But Sybil? She didn’t have anything like that—or if she ever had, it had been stolen, now, by those so-called divinities.

But still, she pressed on. “Fern seemed happier than I could’ve ever imagined. There were no regrets on her end. So do you truly regret it, Willow? I know you’re shocked, but are you regretful? If you could do it another way, would you?”

The curvaceous Mienshao glowered up at her with the sort of good-natured frustration that only came from a friend who knew their fellow friend was totally making a solid point. He leaned back, sighing, and sipped again from his cider. Sybil let him, attending to her own fruity drink. These were heavy feelings, and he deserved to take time to parse them.

After nearly ten minutes of congenial silence and slow-paced sips, Willow sighed. “…well, shit,” he said. “I don’t regret it, Sybil. Even if I knew that sudden pregnancy was on the table, I wouldn’t have changed one bit of what I did. I guess… me and my mom are repairing our relationship, and starting a new one as co-parents—and lovers.” He rolled that word around in his mouth a bit, like he was only just now coming to terms with it himself. That yes, more than just family, he and his mother were now lovers—sharing a bond beyond that of mother and son. He eyed Sybil and smirked, renewing his melodramatic posing. “But stillll, I’m not ready to be a daaaaadddd,” he complained.

She chuckled again and said: “Well, don’t think of it that way! Just think that you’re being a big brother instead!”

“You’re not helping!” Willow polished off his cider, went to go get more, and when he returned—with another drink for Sybil too—he looked chastised. “I was looking back at you and realized that I didn’t even ask about the extra boobs or what went down with Xerneas which is the whole reason we came here to talk anyway! Gah, sorry for being self-centered.”

Sybil waved a paw at him, hungrily eying her second drink. “Oh shush, you’re like the least selfish mon I’ve met.” Her face grew more serious. “I met with Xerneas and took in the energy, but that wasn’t all. Yveltal was there too.”

Willow boggled at her. “Wait, huh?!”

“Yeah.” She swirled the straw around her glass, suddenly self-conscious. “And they confirmed something… that Xerneas purposefully took most of my memories. And has kind of been stringing me along with half-truths. The overgrowth crisis was an accident—but his accident. His fault. This entire thing is me picking up after his mess!”

Willow’s face grew thunderous and he muttered extremely unkind things under his breath regarding his family deity, which Sybil appreciated. Part of her wondered—should she open up more about her past life? About how violated it felt to know her memories were gone? Anxiety spiked—Willow was going through stuff of his own, he didn’t need to deal with her nonsense. But then she realized that no—Willow was her friend. He wanted to be there for her. He’d told her as such himself. And so, she needed to trust him and open up.

When she next spoke, her voice was small. Even she hadn’t anticipated how much she’d crack, talking about it aloud. “Both gods agreed,” she said. “That my memories are… likely gone. They’re not coming back. Ever.”

The finality of it hung in the air and made Sybil want to withdraw in on herself and start to cry. Willow’s eyes widened and he wasted no time, leaning across the table to rest a comforting hand on her shoulder. “Hey,” he said. “Hey, I’m here. It’s okay. Just… just let it out.”

She sniffled. “How could they do that? How could they t-take my memories away? The person I used to be? Are there people who miss me? Will I ever know? It’s… it’s so cruel!” Tears spilled from her, and she held her paws up to her face to weep into them. “Willow, I don’t even know if I should be missing anyone! Family, friends, lovers, anyone! How could I ever miss what I can’t remember in the first place?” Willow rose and sat alongside her in the booth, giving her a big hug.

“That’s super messed up,” he said, his voice raw with anger—yet tempered by the sympathy he was showing for her. “I’m really sorry, Sybil.” She sniffed again, and he pressed on: “But just know… the mon I’ve met? She’s brave, and moral, and always does the right thing. She’s self-sacrificing and a true friend. So even if you’ll never know what your life was… I, at least, am happy to be part of what it is.”

She hiccupped and glanced up, seeing him smiling down at him, and despite herself she couldn’t stay upset. She smiled through the tears and playfully shoulder-checked him. “You big goober. You’re my best friend, you know that?”

He laughed, hugging her tight once more, uncaring of her spikes. “And you’re mine, Sybil. Having you as a friend and a teammate and everything, it means the world to me. And even with my new relationship with my mom, and fatherhood, and everything else… that’ll never change.”

She grinned. “I feel the same way, Willow. Truly.”

He released the hug and sat across from her, and as they resumed drinking, conversation turned back to lighter topics:

“And with everything going on I can’t believe I didn’t bring up that you evolved, good for you!”

“Ahaha… thanks! It’s definitely a big change, but one I like.”

“You’re even curvier than before. And those tits! If I wasn’t a walking rack of boobs myself, I’d be jealous.”

“Eheh… yeah.” Willow flushed, and he leaned in like he was sharing a deep, dark secret. “By the way, when my family was milking me, it felt really good. Did it feel that good for you? Like, every time?”

Sybil smirked, prompting an even deeper blush from her partner. “Hmmm… well, maybe.”

He looked ready to sigh. “Maybe? Or ‘yes’?”

“Okay, yes, it did.”

“Oh jeez…” He facepalmed. “I was doing something borderline sexual with you the whole time and didn’t realize it! Before we even formed a team, and after we agreed not to do things like—”

She leaned over to pat his wrist and pause his runaway mouth. “Oh, don’t worry about it. I know that it wasn’t meant like that on your end, and besides—even if we have the milk machines now, I wouldn’t mind you occasionally doing it yourself. We’re friends, teammates, and there’s nothing wrong with making each other feel good, right? Plus, you’re quite adept at it.”

Willow’s consternation eased and he nodded, evidently relieved, if not even more embarrassed now. “Right… right. Phew! I thought—”

Sybil just grinned even more sharply. “Besides, the romance on your end is naturally all going to be saved for your mom—”

“Oh Arceus shut uppppppp!” Willow complained, half-laughing, as he shoved her across the table. Yeah… despite everything, they were going to stick it through.

As the evening wound to a close, Willow posed a question: “Say… the crisis isn’t over yet, is it?”

“Not yet.”

“Do we have any clue where the last shrine is?”

Sybil grimaced as she recollected what the gods had told her. “There isn’t a shrine proper. Instead, I’ll need to meet with Xerneas in the sort of… metaphysical place we’ve been meeting up.”

“Okayyyy… and how do you get there?”

“Not sure,” she sighed. “I guess I’ve just got to follow my hunch. But I think it starts back at Orchard Vale. Even now, I feel… pulled there. Like I just know.”

He nodded, evidently unsurprised. “Alright then. It’s you and me.”

Well, shit. She’d already planned on asking him to come with her, but he volunteered first without even doubting the pull she felt. She sighed. “Y’know, you really are a great partner. I couldn’t imagine doing this without you.” She grew just a bit more serious. “But, um. With you and your family. Are you good stepping away so suddenly?”

“Well, I think they’ll understand if I leave temporarily to help save the world,” Willow replied. “I plan on coming back for them, and I think they know that. Besides, it’s not like we’re going to leave the bar and just pack up immediately. We can have a day or two to decompress.”

She nodded. “Well then, how about we get a head start on that? Just to make the most of our available time.”

He nodded and went to pay the bill. It was time.

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It was late at night by the time the two of them arrived back at Willow’s ancestral home high atop the mountain, but as they approached, the two of them both blushed as they realized that the acoustics had been no empty threat from Fern. Even outside, there was no sound of rest. Instead, as they entered, it was obvious that Fern and Laurel, both in the master bedroom, were ‘repairing’ their relationship in a very active, intimate manner.

Before either mon could say anything, Fern’s voice cried out: “Oh, there they are! You’d better not spend the night without us, Willow! Your sister and I want to give you a going-away present before you and Sybil head off on the last leg of your journey.”

“You’re invited too, Sybil!” added Laurel. “The more the merrier!”

Exchanging glances, the two teammates shrugged, grinned, and headed towards the master bedroom. There, amidst a tangle of sheets and sweat, were Fern and Laurel, waiting for them. Laurel openly eyed her brother’s body. “You’re so voluptuous,” she said appreciatively. “I really hope you know how special it is that I want you, big brother. Let’s make this count! You got your time with Mom, so it’s my turn now!”

As an eager, flustered Willow obediently scurried into bed and began pawing at and making out with his sister, Fern shot a lusty look at Sybil. “Dear Jolteon,” she said lusciously, “how about I show you how sorry I am regarding my earlier treatment?” She licked her lips; practically every part of her, from boobs to belly to udder, shuddered in erotic anticipation.