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Tale of the Lonesome Prankster Chapter 3

To Know Your Enemy, Part 1

It took Shani a while to finally avert her gaze from Reid`s snoring body. The still perplexed Absol hadn't even got the chance to exchange as much as a simple greeting with the male, yet she had already witnessed him enticing her usually coy mistress into the most basic pleasure there is.

Her being surprised at Laya's sudden crave for cock would be the understatement of the year. As far as the Absol knew, the Milotic had never shown even a remote interest on the opposite sex (or any kind of sex, for that matter), thus rendering the scene which had just played out right in front of her as much a mystery as the strange guest himself, which that good-for-nothing Floatzel had brought with him.

Baring her fangs in a predatory fashion, the Absol gracefully turned around.

A gentle breeze of lukewarm air danced across the clearing, creating fine ripples on her shining white fur, while carrying the heavy scent of her unmistakingly strong arousal into the cloudless night. Taking a deep breath, Shani took a moment to regard the equally lusty spectators behind her. Both nervously avoided her gaze, but the Absol could smell their needs probably as much as they could hers. Their faint musky scents radiated into her nostrils, making it even harder for her to stay focused.

But Arceus damn it! She had standards!

There was just no way for her to get frisky with an adolescent pup and that failure of a Floatzel. She would rather dissipate her need somewhere quiet, somewhere secluded. All by herself. "Just... get some sleep. It's probably going to be an even harder day tomorrow.... For all of us." Without even waiting for an answer, Shani turned and left.

Zeal looked flabbergasted at the silently receding Absol, while basking his eyes on her moist looking, slightly swollen entrance. "Did she just... ditch us?" His question sounded more addressed to reality itself instead of the chubby Floatzel beside him.

"I am... actually kind of glad she did..." Swipe answered in a much relieved tone.

Zeal could only disbelievingly stare back at him. "A-Are you serious?? I-I can still smell her all over the place! No! Scratch that, I can still SEE those wet parts! I..I`m going after her a...and..."

"For your own good, don't go against her will." The older Floatzel calmly replied. "Besides, if that's the same Shani I remember, then fooling around with her would be anything but enjoyable, even for someone as eager as you." With that the Floatzel slumped down on the spot and closed his eyes. "She was right about one thing, trough." he yawned. "We should sleep while we still have the chance. Things are not going to get much easier."

Zeal in return just grunted in annoyance. He looked torn for a moment, but ultimately decided to follow suit. "Fine..."

The Floatzel let out a small sigh in relief...f the Houndour only knew what that white furred bitch was truly capable of.

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The Absol was the first one to wake up, yawning and stretched herself while she left her secluded underbrush. Or at least she thought that way, until she saw Reid and her mistress at the shore where they had fooled around yesterday, already engaged in what looked like a unexpectedly heated conversation. The orange fleabag and even the useless pup were present as well, making the Absol feel like the lazy one, even trough the sun had barely risen behind her. What a nerve!

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"Child, it would be a foolish decision to go against them without a profound plan! We know nothing of those scoundrels! One wrong move and they could simply overwhelm you like last time, or lure you into a some kind of ambush from which there is no escape of! We would lose in what might be our only chance of driving them out for good! We would..." She paused, swallowing hard. "We would lose you, Reid..."

The Zoroark just shook his head in denial. Even from the distance, Shani could see his growing rage. From what she had already heard, Reid was a hotshot. A young adventurous prankster who liked push himself beyond his strength... and probably reason as well. A complete foible of character in Shani's opinion. On the other hand...she could comprehend him all too well. Maybe the reason she disliked his behaviour was that it reminded her of her younger, more inexperienced self...

Laya just rolled her eyes in what felt like the tenth attempt to push some sense into that Zoroarks remarkably thick skull. "We have to tread carefully here, or could lose our only chance! There are but few of us against an unknown number of 'them'. If you charge without a profound strategy, you will only lose your life, why can't you see that!

Sighing, Reid hung his head. "I...know, Its just... H-How much time will it take? All the Stalking and waiting and preparing them I mean... Days? Maybe even a whole season?! How many more will be on their mercy while we idle around like cowards, hiding inside bushes and treetops and whatnot? I just can't make them do as they please even if I had to!"

A look of sympathy washed over Laya's face. It was obvious to her that, more than everything else, the Zoroark was simply blaming himself for not doing enough. For not being strong enough. The Milotec guessed that he saw himself as some sort of protector or saviour as well. A guardian who was trying to carry a weight so impossibly heavy that it was about to crush him. Laya knew that Reid still shamed himself for being unable to accomplish the impossible. And the unfounded guilt was slowly creeping up on him.

"There might be another way!"

With his sudden interjection, Swipe managed not only to silence the arguing pair, but also to promote himself into the center of everyone's attention. Awkwardly, he turned to Zeal. The blushing Houndour beside him looked uncomfortable as well, but nodded in response. "He... was one of them. Bet we can at least gain some info if he told us his side of the story."

Laya smiled proudly at one of the few water servants she had left. "Splendid idea Swipe!" The Floatzel in return just sheepishly scratched the back of his neck with one of his paws while trying his hardest to hide his wagging tail and the blush on his face. After all, it was a rarity to get praised by the mistress of the lake, even if he had only used common sense.

The Milotic`s attention quickly shifted towards Zeal. The pup was visibly starting to tremble as her massive head scooped closer to get a better look of him. He yelped in surprise as her thin tongue suddenly lashed out to lick him, making the pup yelp soundly in surprise.

"Your fur tastes of nothing but sweat, blood and filth. When was the last time you have taken a bath young child?"

Zeal immediately growled at her surprisingly snide remark, his nervousness instantly forgotten in face of her clear disrespect. "D-Don't treat me like a cub! I-I am already seventeen summers o-old! As for the b-bath, w-water is wasted on fur! Especially on mine! A- And I don't like to get wet anyway! So why should I even bother?"

With a soft grin on her face, Laya darted back. "You underestimate the power of a cleansing bath, my child. It helped Reid there as well."

The blushing Houndour only let out a small 'tsk in response as he turned around to face his remaining audience. "I guess it can't be helped. I-I'll tell you about my pack!"

A half circle was quickly formed, with Reid and Laya looking most attentive, while Swipes and Shani`s attention looked like it was focused on creating as much space as possible between themselves.

"As you probably have figured out already, my p...," Zeal gulped, "my o-old pack hails from the dry plains west of here." The already unsure sounding Houndour waited for a series of nods before he continued. "The elders said that many seasons ago, we lived in a large and lush forest, probably one much like this one. But only our leader... Regius, is the only one old enough to remember. He never told any of us why we had to leave."

A soft interruption came from Laya. "Just.. how many are...'we'?"

Zeal paused a moment to think. "That's difficult to say. There were times when we were no more than a dozen, then there have been times we've been many more. Sometimes even more than a hundred Pokemon." He could see Reid visibly gulping at the number.

"Living on the plains isn't exactly easy. Only a few of us manage to grow old enough to even procure offspring. There is rarely enough meat to feed everyone, especially during the dry winter. We actually lost quite a few during the last one. But those we had to sacrifice secured the life for the rest of us.There are probably just around forty or fifty of us left. But most of them are hunters.

As the pup looked up, he noticed Swipe visibly trembling. "W-Wait! D...Does that mean you... your Pack a...ate your fellow members? Your family?"

Zeal in return threw him a deadpan stare, as if the Floatzel had wasted their precious time by stating the obvious. "O-Of course we did, moron! If there was anything more sparse than water, then it would be a fresh meal during the cold season! The only Pokemon that can really survive are either those hulking Bouffalants, who are way too strong to be hunted alone, or smaller Pokemon like Rattata or Sperrow. But the later ones are barely more than snacks to most of the grown hunters.

Zeal could see Reid shifting uneasily on his place. "Hunter... I think you called me that yesterday. Does it mean something special?"

The Houndour blushed in return. "Well... yes and no... The pack is made up of three groups. At the top, there is our leader, Regius, his beta and mate, Fier and of course the older hunt leaders. They make the rules. and led us. Then, there are the hunters...which means about every male, female, adult or not who can hold his weight in a hunt. If you have earned the respect of your packmates or even of a leader himself, then you can consider yourself lucky. Hunters are treated with the utmost respect from everyone below them, for they keep the pack alive. Some of them are even rewarded with living prey all for themselves," he added almost dreamingly. "Below them...well." Zeal sighed again. "Below them... is the prey. Crippled hunters, foreign newcomers or unwanted cubs... all of those who are more of a liability to the pack than everything else. They have to get by the scraps left by the hunters and have no right to disobey. And if times get rough then... I believe you get the idea..."

A look of disgust and loathing was plastered on anyone but Laya, who calmly continued to listen with a neutral expression on her face.

"The day we arrived here was... well... It was the day were we found our own little paradise. I have never seen so much green and so much.. well... everything. Even the larger Pokemon here hardly pose a threat to us. We can do what we want here!"

The Hound looked like he was about continue, but Laya's normally singsong voice became rakish as she coerced explanation once again. "Then tell me child, why did you leave your pack... your family so willingly? If you have reached your goal after all those generations of wandering through those endless plains... If you can do what you want... Then why did you decide to forsake everything you gained in order to be with us, your enemy?" Reid noticed a small grin flashing across her pretty face. "Or should I rather say your prey?

The Houndour couldn't do much but stare at the grass below him to avoid Laya's stare, looking like she had managed to struck a nerve. "I..I..." He stuttered, nearly whining. "I... am sort of a special case...I am pretty small, for my age, that is. It´s not that I am too weak to fight. I-In a hunt, I can totally hold my own, but..."

"But?", inclined the Milotic, still using an almost motherly tone.

The Houndour stood there, frozen for a moment. It looked like the simple three lettered word the Milotic said

"I... I can't KILL okay?!" Thick drops of tears formed in his almost golden eyes. "Don`t you see? I'm a complete failure to them! I.. I've never managed to kill single thing in my entire life by myself! His explanation sounded more like a rant than everything else. "I just...c...can't do it. Everyone in the pack knows! I am even worse than the prey... below lowest of the low while still getting pampered! All the things I did in order to get by... t-to get my share... I-I don't want to talk a-about... those..." Zeal looked like he was about to bury his whole existence behind his black little paws

"Mistress... please... stop pushing him... This has gone far enough.", Shani intervened, sounding surprisingly mature for once. A knot was forming in Swipe's throat as well. He couldn't stand to see Zeal that devastated. Hell, he couldn't stand to see ANYONE that devastated. It had been his idea to let Zeal talk for himself. Now he was beginning to regret that he had made such a suggestion in the first place.

The serpent Pokemon just sighed."Allright, I`ll sto..."

Suddenly, Reid inched closer to Zeal, stepping in the middle of the formed circle. "You have been alone your whole life, haven't you?" This voice sounded stern, yet carrying a sweet note of empathy. Still sniffing, the smaller dog Pokemon just nodded in return. "There is... one thing that I still want to know."He paused for a moment, softly dragging one f his claws through Zeals grime-stained fur, offering needed comfort in advance. "I've heard those Mightyena talking yesterday. That Leader of yours, Regius... the one who is in charge of the whole pack," Reid paused, unsure if it was right to confront the poor Houndour with another burdening question.

"He is your father... isn't he?"

The question was a simple one. Absolutely on point. But it was able to make Zeal loose the final bits of composure he still preserved. With wetted eyes, the pup ran. Not away, but again in the arms of an angry looking Floatzel, who took him in again without even showing a hint of hesitation. The icy stare Swipe threw at Reid made his dark fur bristle for a moment. Never in his life had he felt animosity like that coming from the peaceful Floatzel. "Reid!", the otter Pokemon nearly growled, "I know those travels have changed you. But what kind of monster have you become?"

The Zoroark couldn't do much but sigh in defeat. The feeling of guilt made Swipes words sting even worse. He just HAD to know. everyone did. In return however, the Zoroark had unintentionally turned poor Zeal into a pile of tears and shame, by forcefully taking away even his last remaining pieces of dignity.

Layas head affectionately rubbed against Reid. Making the surprised Zoroark blush at her sudden closeness. Sighing, he returned her warm expression with a crestfallen look. "Did I... push him too far? Is that... really what I am now? Just some heartless monster?"

The serpent Pokemon just chuckled in return. "Don't be too hard on yourself. A hard truth is sometimes needed in order for a saint to shine brightly.", she smiled as she gestured towards the crying dog Pokemon. "Everything this poor child has ever known was hate, remorse and the feeling of absolute inferiority. For him to finally let go of that burden required your bluntness as much as it did Swipes sympathy and comfort.There are problems in this world you cannot solve with kindness alone." The serpent Pokemon softly nuzzled his face, and Reid cooed softly as he dragged his paw along her scaly hide. Making the Zoroark redden as he remembered the closeness she had provided only hours ago.

"Do you think I have those burdens too?"

The Milotic smiled, then delightfully licked at one of his ears. "I believe that everyone has his own weight to carry. But in one way or another, it also defines who we are. And sometimes, she smirked, even affect what we will become.

In a way, we are all are just mere slaves to our experience. And probably to our inexperience as well." Sighing softly, she averted her gaze, if only for a moment. "For someone like you Reid, there is never going to be an 'enough'. Swipe told me of your actions. You will never settle for anything less but a complete victory... at any given time. I believe your very own limitless ambition and fierce determination are strong gifts only few possess, yet they will most certainly become your greatest burden as well. At some point, you will have to accept defeat. Be it one way or another."

The Zoroark was about to reply, but a soft tap by one of her tendrils silenced him. "Hush now. Just think about what I said for now, for here are still more pressing matters that await decision. Let's wait for those two to calm down." She smiled coyly. "I have an proposal on how to tip the scales a little bit in our favor." Reid only nodded in return, his paws softly caressing her scaled hide.

Shani couldn't help but groan at the lovey-dovey couple to her left, as well at the crybaby burying itself into that spineless fool of a Floatzel.

What would she give to have a REAL male right now!

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After the brief, unexpected break, the group returned to business, eyes focused on Laya. Swipe and Zeal had moved themselves further away from the group; he Floatzel was still giving out icy stares to anyone, while the Houndour downright refused to lift his gaze above ground level.

The Milotic cleared her throat. "We are not prepared for the battle ahead." She paused, taking count of the nods of agreement, reluctant as some were. "But neither do we have much time to do so. On each day we don't act, more suffering and despair will befall our beloved home." The nods returned, more insistent this time.

"Three days...I need three days to carry my message across the forest. I'll have every bird Pokemon small and daring enough gather as much information as I can, and rally up everyone brave enough to fight and have them gather here. But...I'm afraid that this won't be enough to secure us a complete advantage." The Milotic sighed. "We lack the ability to truly strike back at them. Brave as each of us may be, they have lived and died on battle, and we have not...we are simply too few, and too weak to truly fight them head to head."

Laya could see how her sober statement impacted everyone around her; the expressions were depressingly grim. "But...", she continued, "Not all hope is lost. We can do one more thing. For that...I am going to send each one of you outside of the forest."

Reid growled. "We are not running away! I will fight! There is no wa..."

Laya cut him short. "Silence Child! No one said anything about running away. But do not worry, there is going to be risk involved for all of us as well. In order to gain the upper hand in this conflict, we need more capable fighters on our side. Most of you will have about a day to find them, a day to persuade them for our cause and a day to return back here. If everything goes well, we will gather at least some strength to push those fiends back where they came from." Now every pair of present eyes was directed at her, glued on her stern face as their ears on her charmingly strong speech, spirits appearing buoyed. "There is, however, a reason those individuals live secluded. There is a chance you will have to fight them as enemies, so be on guard. They should be strong Pokemon nevertheless."

Silence had washed over the group like a sudden shower of unexpected spring rain. Everyone seemed to have sunken into their own thoughts. Swipe was the first one to speak up. "D-Do you think we can w-win?"

Reid's nod was honest. Perhaps the most honest one he had ever given to someone. "We just have to. And we will do whatever it takes! I'm not giving up my home to those bastards!" Swipe only nodded back in a similar sincere fashion, lacking the words to convey his feelings. A small honest gesture between them was all it took to evaporate any kind of prior animosity.

Laya couldn't help but to chuckle at Reid's unwavered determination. The Milotic turned her head towards Swipe and Zeal. "Reid is right, trough. I am going send you two north of here. a Spearow told me a few days ago that a strong group of Pokemon has recently settled there. It is nearly on the opposite border were those fiends have fallen in, so it would be the least daunting route. We can only hope that they are still there. It is also the nearest location I can think of," she added, eying the shivering pup and the still wounded Floatzel. "In addition...a certain someone should take a bath along the way. Smelling like dust and blood will only diminish what little reputation you have among strangers." The Floatzel saluted with pride, while Zeal just blushed, his eyes still fixed on the ground.

As she addressed the Zoroark, Layas face grew more stern. "Reid. Your task is going to be the most difficult one. You have to head northeast. The birds told me of a small, secluded valley. surrounded by a pair of rocky hills. A small pack of strong Pokemon resides there. But I bet they have chosen this place for a reason."

Reid just nodded at her sudden seriousness. "I... know the little valley you speak of. Reaching it and getting back in three days sharp will be tough. But I'll manage somehow. I just have to. And as for the residents...", The Zoroark suddenly blushed. "Does it really have to be Nylen?"

Laya cocked her head at his question. "If you know her, then all the better! It may even save us some time!"

Reid was about to reply with a timid "but", bit he noticed her growing form in the lake, reminding him with the subtlety of an oversized serpent about the last time he had acted against her guidance. The massive Milotic simply started him down in an instant...he knew that his protest would neither change her decision, nor his actions. For the sake of saving all of them valuable time, and himself a lot of extra grief, he choose to stay silent.

"Very good. Follow the small path behind my lake. It should guide you outside the forest undetected." Sighing, she turned to Shani, "As much as it pains me to give you that order... Go, get Torch! He may be a nuisance, but his sharp mind will surely be a help." The Absol inodded...slowly, then silently groaned.

"You have your tasks as I have mine," she boastfully proclaimed while watching over her peers like a queen would over her most loyal knights. "I would love to spend some more time with you Reid, but... you have a lot of ground to cover." She smiled sadly with her eyes closed. "I insist that you should leave right aw..."

"He's already gone." Swipe interrupted, pulling Laya out of her bitter melancholy like the sound of thunder on a quaint rainy day. The Floatzels orange furred paw pointed lazily at the already diminishing silhouette. Laya blinked in surprise, then chuckled warmly as she watched him rapidly gaining distance.

Please come back alive!

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Shani grunted as her usually well kept fur scratched against thorny underbrush, leaving tufts which looked like tiny white buds amidst the muddy brown thorns on those dark green branches. Especially on the spots where her narrow path turned into a bottleneck walled with sharp, pointy planthooks...her well-kept coat had long since lost most of its regal appearance as she squeezed herself through the third one. There was nothing the visibly annoyed Absol would rather do than tearing down every obstructing branch and thorny bush into the tiniest bits and pieces...but she knew that such an act of needless destruction would only enrage the Pokemon she was supposed to persuade in the first place. There was a reason that the bloody mutt of a Ninetales hadn't incinerated them himself seasons ago.

She made haste, even though there was no real sense of urgency. Torch didn't reside that far from the lake after all. And if it wasn't for his so called 'Gardenwall', then she would probably come to visit him more often. A part of her still felt glad that this thorn filled barricade still existed around his den...t wasn't the urge of her home in dire need which drove her to tear her body through an unforgiving sea of thorns and spiky vines. No, her own dire needs were to blame for that act - hat burning, empty feeling in her loins, effectively overriding common sense with basic desire. A primal need whose fulfilment had to be prioritized above everything else. And she felt it was getting worse with every time it hit her.

Shani finally yanked herself out of the last piece of the thorny bulwark with an almost masculine sounding grunt. Despite her smaller size, the Absol possessed an ample array of muscle beneath her thick coat, painstakingly honed and incredibly steeled from countless seasons filled with nothing but exercise and excruciating training. They served her well, but also prevented her from a more agile and elegant approach. Her sharp claws and side-bend horn made short work of the last shallow plants in front of her, slicing the thick green vines without much resistance. She could only hope Torch wouldn't find out about the small dent she had so casually left in his barrier. But even if the nine tailed fox would care, she would just sell it as her own special form 'appreciation' in his honor. The now grinning Absol knew that poetic shit like that always worked especially well when it came to beguiling that stuck-up, overly proud, egomaniacal, snooping, sassy...

Ninetales...

Shani sighed in defeat. Even though there was no Pokemon on earth she could hate more, the Absol always came back oh so willingly into the embrace of those many annoying tails of his. He had never once encouraged her to stay, never once fought her into submission in combat and had never courted her like a proper mate should do. Thinking back, he had never done anything for her! The Ninetails had long since chosen to outright refuse treating her with the kind respect she usually demanded from everyone who didn't had the guts to face her in battle!

And yet... her soaked backside felt like she was able to water his entire vineyard with her aggregated juices alone. Just by thinking about him. A restless feeling of need and emptiness had planted itself inside of her since the Absol had witnessed the Zoroarks glistening shaft getting devoured by the one she believed was her ageless goddess of forest...

A sudden, yet sweet little moan escaped her lips. Wide eyed, she shook her head while hiding her muzzle behind a soft furred paw, as if to contain the already escaped noise. he could only hope that no one heard her. Especially that HE didn't hear her.

But the flustered Absol knew that only idiots hope in vain.

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Shani knew that she had never been an easy girl to deal with. And she knew that side of hers especially well. But displaying weakness of any kind to anyone was something a warrior should never do. Especially a fierce one like her who, despite her tender age, had bravely thrown herself against more foes than most Pokemon would encounter in their lives. Numerous smaller scars, aged burns and marks of heavy bruises had hid themselves perfectly beneath her thick grown, pristine-white pelt. Giving her appearance of just another easy going female, while hiding everything she endured behind a blanket of thick white fur.

Naturally, not all of the battles she fought until now had ended with her on top. Shani knew the flattening feeling of loss as well as the exhilarating feeling of victory. But it had been these exhilarating feelings which had driven her into the many tails of that foxy bastard, for her desires were rarely met on the battlefield. The fierce and determined look of an able male brave enough to challenge her...one adored with strong paws and able fangs to press battered body into submission, claiming her whole body as victory. One large and eager enough to plug her gushingly moist tunnel with the perfect...

Damn it! The frustrated Absol nearly screamed at her inner self. A full season had passed since she had last found a challenger who had at least tried to face her!It had become increasingly harder to opponents worthy of her attention. Or at least... SOME male confident enough to stood up against her. At one point, she had even lost some of her battles on purpose. But the much desired aftermath never truly eased her of that smoldering, burning feeling of a REAL, worthy male atop of her, able sate her lust.

In desperate times like these, Shani always got drawn to his place. Always got drawn to him. And with each time she felt a little more betrayed by submitting herself to that stupid fox. To that very male which disgusted her as much as it made her loins arche. That bastard of a Ninetails who had long since become her beacon of salvation and harbinger of desperately needed release.

Walking on nimble paws, Shani closed in on what could be counted as 'den', if one liked to dwell in a pile of wood and stone, made by humans. Torch had tried to explain it to her once. Said that humans call it a..Houuse...he never was sure that she got the name right. It was large, she gave him that...and the added protection those overgrown vines offered made it truly an ideal hiding spot. If one didn't want to leave often, that is. It was not that Shani would reject any kind of dry sleeping place. But this 'Houuse'...it just didn't feel natural to her. The red stones on the top had long since lost their hold on the rotten logs beneath it. And the strangely deformed front could nearly double as the sketched appearance of some grinning, aged Pokemon.

The large wooden plank (Torch had called it a 'door') made a gruesome grinding sound as her head pushed it aside. Thanks to that bloody contraption, she was never able to enter his world in silent surprise. Sighing, she tried her best to look at the pair of red eyes which had fallen on her form, already alerted by the sound of their wooden guardian.

Shani tried not to frown. She always did, but hardly succeeded. There was also this strange contraption on his snout again, looking like two metal holes filled with some kind of transparent material. It always ticked her of that his eyes looked a tad bigger every time he wore it. She couldn't explain why. His gaze didn't look particularly angry, catching her by surprise. Nevertheless did it carry a slight a mixture of resentment and resignation.

"Already?"

His inquiry sounded more like a scowl, even though his rather soft and well controlled voice had made it hard for him to vocalize any menacing-sounding threats anyways. "Hardly five days... and you already shove your sorry ass back into my den." The Ninetales in front of her sighed, not even bothering to raise himself for the unheralded intrusion of his frequent visitor.

"I..." She hesitated. "I need your help!"

An annoyed grunt from Torch became her only answer, as he used one of his many tails to carefully remove the metallic frame from his snout. "When, pray tell, do you not?" he replied, looking at her with a stern gaze. "Every time you can't manage to find a matching male to throw yourself at, you drag that white behind of yours through my doorstep, riddled with thorns you broke from my precious vineyard in which most certainly teared another hole in. Damn it Shani, I could smell your arousal long before you entered my home!"

Shani was about to answer, but one of his cream colored tails suddenly threw a small object in her direction, making her flinch in surprise as a worn out collar landed in front of her. The old leather almost smelling like her own skin by now.

"I assume that you still know the rules of our... collaboration...?" The Ninetales didn't even try to sound empathic in sight of her sweet smelling predicament. But Shani did not complain. She didn't even dare to look up. Her own red eyes focused on the simple leather contraption in front of her paws. She knew all the rules of their staged little bout. Especially those involving her part in it. The Absol would have to lie in order to object to his assumption.

"Yes... master." She nearly hissed between her teeth, while her paws eagerly fiddled with the black collar, betraying the animosity in her voice.

"Good... Hurry up and follow me to the usual spot then." The Ninetails nodded dismissively, then around to leave into another part of his den. "And you should be grateful that I even put my reading on a hold for the likes of you."

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Stepping into his second, much smaller room with a slight bow, Shani nearly let out a small, affectionate purr as her paws absorbed themselves into the soft layers created by numerous old blankets Torch had spread across the generation-old wooden floor. Her steps were careful, deliberately slow; Torch had scowled at her harshly for each time her sharp claws pierced a hole into them by accident. With her head hung low, she felt like prey with no means of escape from her fucking executioner.

"Fucking" would soon become the key word.

Torch had laid himself sideways between the rays of light that pierced through the age-old hollowed roof. With all of his golden tails stretched out, the already large canine looked twice as tall. His heavy sheath and prominent balls rested on a small dyed-out red blanket, Shani knew the bastard loved to make a good show of his assets, presenting them to her like like some treasure worth groveling for.

And just as always, it worked like a charm on her already drooling self.

Every. Damn. Time!

"I see that you at least manage a fundamental etiquette. It appears that all the time I so selflessly invested in training my little pet is finally starting to paying of!" The stern look on his cream furred muzzle amended his room filling presence, turning Shani's knees into loose-cast rubber...she hated those cravings more than the Ninetails willing to sate them. There was a certain display of power in his fiery gaze, able to melt her normally unyielding composure like the sun would evaporate all the remaining bits and pieces of icy white snow during the first warm days of spring. Enabling delicate flowers to grow. Nurturing them to blossom. With his sheer presence, the Ninetails had reduced the world she perceived into the size of an decaying shack room, only large enough for her master to dwell and his personal pet to exist in.

Everything else had became nothing but an echo from another realm...