She woke up in Lynx’s arms, him holding her protectively. The Pokémon Ninetails was based on my mother, not me.” She said in mock annoyance, trying to hold back her laughter. “As we told Lynx,” Becca said, “we are some of the last individuals of an ancient race, as old as humanity. “Morning, Sunshine. What’s wrong?!” she repeated, on the edge of hysterics, “What could possibly be wrong Lynx? We may need to have more than one child. Any other authors on here want to suggest something on that, be my guest. The group emerged from the bathroom, returned to Lynx’s room. She gasped and moaned in pleasure. They kissed until Becca stirred and sat up on the side of the bed. Hell, he couldn’t even explain it to himself. As their coupled orgasm subsided, she collapsed on top of him, shaking from her exertion. “What?” asked Becca. “So you really think that I’m supposed to be the savior or your race and I’m going to repopulate your people? They all snuggled back under the covers, holding each other lying in the bed.
