FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Night fell over a forest surrounding the innocuous Sandria City, and snuffed out what little light seeped through the cracks in the thickets. A rusted metal trapdoor was near invisible in the cover of darkness, whispering to the world the prospects of secrets unknown, begging to be opened, yet unflinching in its resolve to stay shut.

But that didn't matter when a Greninja, faster than a speeding bullet, ripped it apart like a hot knife through wet paper with a Hydro Pump.

"Sandria SnR! DON'T MOVE!" The blue blur yelled through his translation collar.

"Shit, they sicked the damn Swimmers on us! Secure the goods and geddafuck out!" A black-hooded hoodlum yelled as he ran. "Stunky, Golbat, Growlithe, Houndour, protect meeeeee!" He threw his Pokéballs behind him to buy time as the tongue-scarfed intruder blew them away.

"Gogogogogo!" Said another delinquent stuffing his arms with several kennels and Pokéballs like an overexcited 10 year old showing his mommy how strong he is by carrying all the groceries.

"RKSdammit, Luke, what have I told you about rushing in so -crooaaak- haphazardly!?" Called a Seismitoad in a loud, rippling ribbit before rushing down into the hidden base below in a gush of muddy water.

"Can it, Dave! They've got several 'mons trapped here as sex slaves and many more as unpaid labor! Secure the captives so we can blow this place sky high!"

"If you weren't such a good officer you'd -ribbit- be laughed out of service faster than a flopping Barraskewda!" Dave croaked as a group of the criminals sent out their Pokémon, only to get smoked by a swipe of his banded Liquidation.

"Good thing I'm such an asset to this unit then," Water Shurikens whizzed through the air and knocked out 5 of the enemy's various mediocre Poison and Fire types before disappearing. "'Cuz I fuckin' love my job."

The two frogs continued their banter while the grunts and their Pokémon were cleaned up by the other Swift Swimmers backing them up, delving even further into the depths of the underground base.

"Sheesh man... What do you have against these guys? They're no different than the Rockets and Skulls of days past, right?"

"..."

"Sorry, I shouldn't've asked. Look, there's 2 pathways. I'll take the left, and you'll take the- NOT TODAY, CRIMINAL SCUM! -right, ok?" Dave uttered, getting interrupted near the end of his sentence by fleeing Shadow goons trying to attack and flee the amphibian intruders tearing up their base. With a simple Liquidation, all the grunts and their Pokémon were taken down.

"Alright. Just keep doing what you do best so I can concentrate." Luke paused for a moment, shaking his head. Taking a deep breath, he focused his hidden psychic energy and used Extrasensory, sensing the dark minded Admins of Team Shadow and the struggling psyches of the captive Pokémon they had on board. Dave noticed Luke falter for a moment before steadying himself, patting the frazzled ninja with his awkward toad appendages.

"Eyy bro, are you all good?"

"Y-yeah! Keep your comms on, I can sense both these Team Shadow goons and the captured Pokémon they've got here.

"-croak- Let's go."

It took a while, but eventually the frog duo reached the end of their respective routes. Both stood in front of locked grey doors with shiny golden doorknobs juxtaposing the darkness surrounding them.

"Come in, Luke, whaddaya got?"

"Coming in, Dave. On your side, we got a bunch of pussy cultist wannabes with powerful 'mons they shouldn't be able to- to- urgh... Arceus, my head, urf.."

"Arceusdammit, Luke, -CROOOOOOAK- TALK TO ME! Do they got psychics messing with your head or did you just put it too far up your ass again!?" Dave said worriedly.

"The first thing, guh," Luke paused and made an addendum in the tiniest voice as both hands cradled his squishy cranium. "Kinda." Dave paused for a minute, confused. "Look, don't worry, just... just...." Luke took a deep breath to concentrate. "Just pull out Rain and you'll be fine."

The Seismitoad cradled a Luxury Ball, hesitant to press the button in the center. "I dunno man, she hasn't seen much combat action in a hot minute."

"Don't worry, Dave. Rain's a tanky girl. She can take just about anything and dish out just as much in return. If she starts to take a beating, just put her back in the ball and get a Starmie to bring her down to Nurse Joy."

"Well, alright. I trust you and your strategy. I mean, I'm just the dumb muscle, heh."

"You're not dumb. Sure, you're a hulkin' hunk 'o warts, but you're a decently smart guy." All of a sudden, a crackle came through the communicator wrapped around his neck. The sounds of sloshing water and the slight pitter-patter of Rain's Drizzle-induced downpour almost drowned out the screams of the wrecked grunts and the menagerie of Ghost, Poison, and Psychic-type Pokémon blown away by the deluge of Water-type offense.

"Sorry, fuckin' up these bitches with Rain! Between her Scalds, these Omastar spamming Muddy Water, and Kingdra whipping out Surfs left and right, I think it might flood over there, too!" Dave croaked loudly, barely audible over the deafening roar of the torrents sent out by the Swimmers around the lone toads.

"Heyyyyyyy, Luke!" Yelled Rain between Scalds. "Haven't talked in a while! Man, being a rescue operative is so fun! You get to smash heads and be a hero, it's so damn fun! Anyways, Davey and I have decided we're gonna go on a date after this operation! It's been forever since we had a date! Ain't that so nice?" Luke mouthed as best he could a retching motion, the newbie Politoed reminding Luke exactly why he didn't like it when Dave's little precious exited her ball. He cut off the conversation fast, speaking quickly and promptly.

"Heheh, yeah. Anywho, I'm gonna destroy these admins and rescue this hostage. Remember to bring in some Gastrodon to soak things up. Believe it or not, there are some people here who don't like water. K, bye." Luke noticed muddy water pooling around his legs and promptly washed it away with a Water Gun. "Yeugh. Gross."

Reminding himself why he was here, the young operative put his ear up to the door to listen to the plotting of the Admins inside. If they hadn't attacked him already, they must've been planning something, right? As he shut off his other senses and focused on the sound on the other side of the door, Luke heard the despicable leaders of Team Shadow discussing their situation.

A slimy, gruff male voice was the first to pipe up. "Becker, we're screwed. Even if we could take out the frogs, the Shell Smashers would blow us to smithereens the second they saw the swirls in their friends' eyes. And if we could somehow get past them, then we would still have to contend with the Grapploct that would certainly Octo-lock us up for good."

"No kiddin', Dalton. That's not even countin' backup from da Plants, Slushers, an' Rushers. Sheila, whaddaya think?" A faint roar of flame punctuated by a long inhale could be heard, though not belonging to the owner of the fake Boston accent that replied to Dalton.

"I think," said a sultry female voice. "We should enjoy ourselves before we go. Enjoy her. Then we give ourselves up peacefully and summon the Dark Lord to break us out of jail in due time. Our ranks will be replenished in no time, as long as we and the Boss remain. Isn't that a wonderful idea," A small whimper could be heard, the slightest 'Please' tickling Luke's ears, setting his heart ablaze with hate and fear. "Lovely little Braixen?"

"NO!" Luke yelled before busting the door from its hinges and onto the floor, revealing a Gengar, Breloom, and Quagsire in front Dalton, Becker, and Sheila respectively. The Admins, despite their obvious endangerment, seemed calm as they sat in their thrones, a coffee table littered with Poker cards recently used betraying their status as great leaders of their organization.

"Yeah, we were just shitting you. We're going to kick your ass 6 ways to Sunday." Said Dalton, a rather posh man adorned in a tuxedo and slick black pants as well as greased hair befitting his rich man aesthetic.

"I mean, with such a trophy as 'is lyin' around," Said Becker, a man you could only describe as disingenuous and deceiving in appearance and demeanor with his practiced smile, roundish baby face and vantablack t-shirt with khakis and brown belt.

As he spoke, he motioned to the quivering Braixen in a kennel, cradled by Shiela's lap. "We knew ya'd come alone for 'er. Yer a loose cannon with a heart 'a gold. Nothin' could keep ya from burnin' dis place ta the ground looking for 'er. Metaphorically speakin'."

"TL;DL, you got duped, you dope." Said Sheila with snide laughter, a pale, gentle looking woman with a ravenous, playful look in her eyes. She wore a pitch black robe and covered her hands and arms with jewelry, not unlike an enchantress, but perhaps more aptly, a wannabe posing as one.

"You have, at most, 18 'mons between the 3 of you, excluding the wonderful lady you have imprisoned in that kennel, who we know wouldn't fight for you if it killed her. Your facility is in shambles. Your goons are all defeated and incarcerated. You are surrounded without a ghost of a chance to defeat this unit, let alone the rest of the Search and Rescue teams. Give. up. You have failed." Luke said coldly, poison emanating from his voice. "Please. Turn yourselves in and save her the trouble of having to watch me fight you, fearing every stray attack."

Warning! Sexual mentions from here on out! Warning!

"Oh? You care for her? What do you know of her? For all you know, she came here of her own volition, she loves us, she loves to do this with us. You're just a hothead cop with no friends except that ugly lunk you can hardly call a person, and no lover to call your own. What could a piddly little man like you possibly know about such a fine, sexy vixen like her?" Sneered Sheila with a growly emphasis on 'sexy'.

"I... have spent every day nosing around the area looking for you bastards, and time after time I have heard her mind screaming at me to get her out of here, that she doesn't want to be here anymore. That's how I found you in the first place. Your abuse has caught up to you. The only reason I am calm now is because she does not deserve to experience rage as she has undoubtedly been the subject of here ever again." Luke's hands trembled and his voice shook with rage.

"And by the way, I am not a cop, nor do I deal at all with that part of the law. I search for and rescue captured and enslaved Pokémon through any means necessary. Simple as that. You absolute scum are simply obstacles, enemies. I will not apprehend you. I promise the three of you, even the woman, if I catch you hurting any Pokémon or making that your known intent, I am authorized to use force against you, and believe me, I will try my hardest to leave Officer Jenny something to clean up and throw behind bars. But no guarantees." Alas, this soulful speech was ignored by the heartless leaders, as all they could focus on was the disobedience of their pet.

"You said what? Screamed what from your mind? You little psychic wench!" Sheila screamed as she smacked the scared, trembling Braixen, igniting the metaphorical fire within him to near multi-city wildfire levels of blazing brilliance.

"Heh, if the froggy cares so much about his darling little fox, let's show him how we punish the slut while our Pokémon render him helpless to do anything but watch." Remarked Dalton.

"Ey, ey, I gedder first, it's my turn dis time. Sheila hogs 'er and when she's not havin' 'er way, you get to be balls deep in 'er and I get sloppy seconds." Becker replied, breaking the Camerupt's back under the enormous weight of the straw he just drew.

"The second you fuckers drop your pants, it's over for all of you." Luke said, brandishing kunai made from pressurized water.

"Oh? You say it'll be over when I do this?" Dalton said, dropping his pants.

"Yes." Luke replied matter-of-factly without a hint of rage in his voice. He didn't even have to look in any of the Admins' directions to tell that their genitals were inferior to his own, hairy and wrinkly and shrivelled, unfit to pleasure anyone but themselves. He changed the channel on his translation collar and called the rest of the unit. "Grapploct, come in! We have a hostile situation! I'm in the deepest part of the base, in the rightmost door! I need apprehension support after the battle is finished! I need two transport Starmie to safely escort myself and one hostage out ASAP!"

As he finished the sentence, he entered a fighting stance, prepared to reluctantly fight the Pokémon in front of him. It was time. Do or die.

"I got this. Becker, try not to stretch her too loosely. And find the Arceusdamn hole sometime today. I'm not waiting an extra 5 minutes because you're a fucking idiot. Gengar, Thunderbolt the intruder." Dalton lazily commanded the Gengar, who seemed to relish in the prospect of battle a bit too much, as his eyes lit up when ordered to attack.

"Breloom, if Dalton's shitass Gengar doesn't do its job properly, Spore da fucker and beat da shit outta 'im. An' by 'da fucker', I mean dis bitchass Greninja ruining our day, not Dalton. Actually, feel free ta beat da shit outta Dalton too, whadda hell?" The Breloom in question reeked of impatience, sporting an annoyed face and tapping its toes like a child waiting for their mother to finish speaking to her friend at the supermarket. Luke could hear a frustrated, reluctant 'alllllright' from the shroom-hatted Pokémon as it stood battle-ready, awaiting its master's orders.

"Lastly, my dear Quagsire, when both of those dolts fail, Toxic the bad froggy and show him just how unbreakable you are, my good boy." The Quagsire seemed to relish Sheila's praise, crooning in his deep, ugly-cute voice and nestling his head into her deft hands that pet him. Luke pitied (and rather envied) the witless creature; he had no idea how rotten the heart of the false prophet was in his blissful ignorance.

"N-no. P-please don't do any of that, he's only trying to- mmmmph!" The quivering voice of the Braixen was silenced as soon as it exited the fox's throat, her mouth plugged by Becker's sweaty fingers.

Battle Scene Starts Here

"Strike three. You're all out." Said Luke, anticipating the Gengar's attack. He threw his water kunai at the purple poltergeist, delaying its Thunderbolt long enough to kick up the door, which was imbued by the Greninja's energy to become a Mat Block covering both himself and his ally Braixen.

"Nice theatrics, you idiot, nyeh heh! Too bad I'm still gonna clobber you! Sorry, not sorry!" Gengar quipped, noticing a strange glint in his perceived-to-be edgy opponent's eye. Right before the Thunderbolt could strike him, Luke littered Spikes across the floor, glaring menacingly at Gengar as he stood directly opposite the ghastly ghost and its attack. "That'll keep you right..." The attack hit, and when the smoke from the evaporating water cleared, Luke seemed to be unharmed, still giving Gengar a death glare. "...where I want you." A single Dark Pulse had Gengar seeing stars as it lost its vision.

"What a sorry sight. Teaming up with these sons-a'-bitches? What are you, the ghost of a pedophile?" A muffled praise from the still stifled vixen reminded Luke of his objective as the baffled Admins looked on, too flabbergasted to attend to the punishment the Braixen oh-so obviously owed them. Now, they had a real fight on their hands.

"RKSdammit, Breloom, put da damn thing ta sleep an' end dis!" Becker yelled, slamming his hands on the armrests of his throne. Breloom sported a smirk, but if it looked excited, Luke blew its expression out of the water, his tongue furling itself into a ball as a smile crept across his face ear to ear. A Pok?ball and a yellow gem fell out of his tongue, both of which Luke caught between his deft fingers. He turned his attention back to his enemy Breloom. Angered at Luke's taunt, Breloom rushed Luke, giving its best approximation of a roar it could muster. "I'll fucking destroy you! Go to sleep and never wake up!"

Alas, its efforts were for naught, as the powdery Spores seemed to make Luke more disappointed than anything. "Hahhhh." The Greninja yawned. "Keep talking shit. You have a better chance of boring me to sleep." Luke lashed his wound-up tongue out at Breloom, covering its face in saliva and knocking it back, humiliating the seasoned fighter. The reason for the anticlimax would soon make itself apparent, as the floor beneath Sheila's Quagsire shook and cracked. "Quagsire, poison the bastard Greninja n-huh?" As Sheila called her Quagsire to action, roots spread across from beneath the fat salamander's feet and a meaty Grass Knot sprouted from the epicenter of the roots, launching Quagsire skywards, hitting the ceiling before plummeting down and fainting, scoring Luke a clean O.H.K.O.

"And that's just a little taste." Luke said triumphantly. "Oh, let's see, I think I came here for something, what was it?" Luke inquired rhetorically, tapping his toes and briefly scratching his chin as if he were deep in thought before feigning realization with a "Yeah, that's right!" and gracefully backflipping, planting his feet onto the back wall midway through, and launching himself forward, barreling towards the shocked Admins and making a beeline for Breloom, who had just finished wiping the slobber off of its face.

"Bwah? Huh-oof!" was all Becker's prize Pokémon could utter before being utterly demolished by Luke's Aerial Ace. Luke clung to the wall, snatched Braixen's kennel from Becker with not as much as a 'thank you', and promptly commenced fucking off by flinging himself out the door, bookending his time with the Admins with one last biting remark.

"Tsk, tsk. Technician Breloom without Mach Punch? Tacky. Whatcha got on 'em, Superpower? Probably saw the move's BP and went 'Ooh, big number!' and slapped it on without a thought more. Anyways, I have to help a young woman with her trauma, no thanks to you guys, so I'll be taking my leave. And by the way, Becker, was it?"

"Yeh?"

"Your dick is small." Luke snickered at his final words to the Admins for continuing. "Anyways, goodbye!" He faced away from them and awaited his transportation. "Wait, where the fuck do you think you're going? We've still got 15 more 'mons for you to face, asshole!" Said a salty Becker.

Luke turned his head and, not even dignifying them with a response, simply tossed the Pok?ball and gem into the center of the room behind him. Out came a rather bulky looking Alolan Golem, whose unknown intentions terrified the trio of disgraced leaders. Thankfully, their fears were replaced with an entirely new terror, caused by four simple words uttered from Luke. "Not anymore. Golem, Explosion."

As Luke spoke, two Starmie appeared and whisked both him and his speechless rescue away after Luke confirmed all other operatives had left the building. Golem glowed white and absorbed the yellow gem, finally firing Chekhov's Gun in one final, resounding KABOOM that could be heard from the Pok?mon Center nearly a mile away from the sinkhole formerly known as Team Shadow's main HQ.

Battle Scene Ends Here

"And that's how you rescue a hostage." Luke said before promptly turning around and escorting his rescue Braixen out of her kennel into the loving arms of Nurse Joy. "Sorry for the trouble. It's all going to be OK." He whispered to the trembling fox in his grasp, too scared to move a muscle as she was given to the nurse in order to be examined. A few minutes later, the Braixen still shook in Nurse Joy's loving, tender arms.

"It's all right, little Braixen. Now no bad men can ever hurt you ever again." She crooned as she cradled Braixen, handing her back to Luke to give him her diagnosis. "She seems pretty healthy, aside from minute vaginal scarring, consistent with rough intercourse rather than rape not to mention ultimately harmless, and her abundantly apparent shock. Poor thing, uprooted from the only home she's ever known after being used and abused. Her heart's pounding out of her chest right now. But she's safe now. I would keep her, but since she's physically fine and desperately needs to stay with someone she knows she can trust... " Nurse Joy put her hand on his shoulder and gave him a gentle look of understanding and admiration.

"You're a hero, Luke. I know you'll take good care of her." Braixen's eyes lit up a bit at her statement, and in reaction she latched onto his neck, snuggling her face into his chin and promptly going to sleep, the tension in her muscles melting as she went slack and completely relaxed.

"Welp, that seemed to have calmed her fears. Thanks, Nurse Joy. For everything. This unit wouldn't be half as effective without you to heal us up, not to mention 'mons like this lovely lady around my neck." Luke hugged her while taking care to avoid waking the sleeping vixen around his neck, and tipped the nurse a few thousand Pokédollars for her service.

"Luke, we wouldn't be able to heal them without you bringin' 'em up here in one piece. Give yourself some credit for once, man, you're an awesome dude." She shot back from on his shoulder before patting him on his back and disengaging the hug.

"-sigh- See ya, Nurse Joy. You're the best." Luke said before slowly exiting the Center.

"Bye, Luke. You're the bestest." Nurse Joy replied, gearing up for the slew of battered Pokémon she would no doubt have to service tomorrow.

A short time later, at Sandria's Search and Rescue Base...

"Geez bro, you finally made it back. And here I thought you were the speediest of us outside of rain." Said Dave, throwing his Greninja partner some well-deserved shade. Said Seismitoad was laid in the comically large top bunk of the duo's barracks.

"Sshhhhh, she's sleeping." Luke whispered lowly as he laid below his partner, petting the seemingly comatose fire fox from head to tail, who murmured in her sleep and turned her head at the sound of Dave's deep, loud croak of a voice. "Don't wake her up, she's had enough today." Luke replied, noticing Dave's attempts at his best approximation of a whisper.

"Fuck, dude. So everything you said over comms on the way back was true, huh? Sorry for shittin' on ya, bro. I guess those of us without a psychic -croak- inclination just can't understand how it feels to be called to, targeted on such an emotional level like that."

"Even so, I only managed to rescue one hostage. Not that she isn't great, but y'all rescued everybody else and took down waaaay more grunts than I did. I don't deserve-"

"You did the right thing, Luke. Those grunts were small fry. You were the only one who could've handed those silver-spooned dipshits their complimentary silver ass-platter to eat while keeping the girl safe. You not only secured a hostage, but you single-handedly nipped the whole of Team Shadow in the bud and left them without even a headquarters to rebuild from. Shit, without you hearing Braixen around that forest and following your gut, we wouldn't have ever even found the damn place. I'm -ribbit- proud of you, bro." Said Dave, crossing his legs and letting out a sigh of relaxation.

"Yeah? I'm proud of me, too. Say... since I got this Braixen around my neck, do you think you could run by corporate and tell 'em I'm going to have to take time off to rehabilitate her?" Luke asked, his eyes fluttering as he struggled to stay awake.

"Paperwork'll be a bitch, but... you've more than earned it, bro. Take a load off. You've got a new job, and that's taking care of this poor woman that's bonded to you." Replied Dave, who seemed to be in the same predicament Luke was in, albeit resting off a bit worse wounds than the Greninja was.

"G'night, Luke."

"G'night, Dave, G'night, Braixen."

All Braixen answered in return was a soft coo in her sleep as she nuzzled into Luke, and a flick of a light switch signaled the end of the day for the main duo of the Swift Swimmers team of Sandria City's Search and Rescue Division.

The next day, Luke awoke to a soft, furry Braixen's midsection obscuring his vision, the heat of her body warming Luke's naturally slimy and cold skin, making him quite uncomfortable. He pulled her off of him gently, very carefully, so as to not potentially wake her up. It didn't last long, because she was very awake.

"Good morning, my hero~" Braixen said in a sing-song voice that any other day would be music to his ears, but getting woken up so early in the morning made it feel like taunting.

"Braixen." Luke said sternly, with a tinge of 'get the fuck off of me' in his voice.

"Yes, Luke?" Braixen replied.

"First of all, get off of me, please. I know you haven't exactly been educated on this, but I am a slimy, wet frog Pokémon. My body is not used to being heated up, and though Water-types are resistant to Fire moves, that doesn't mean that unfamiliar heat, especially someone as -ahem- heated as you, doesn't make me extremely uncomfortable. Also, I like to see. Second of all, how the flying fuck do you know my name, perchance?" Luke attempted to betray his annoyance and explain things factually, but failed as his baser instincts overpowered his need for tact.

"Whoops! I must've shifted in my sleep. I noticed I woke up this way, and I just thought it'd be a fun prank to stay oblivious and pretend I didn't know what I was doing. I had no idea it made you all dried out and uncomfy. Sorry." Braixen sheepishly said in a childish, almost whimsical voice.

"Nonononono, I'm sorry for being rude in my delivery of that. I had no reason to assume things or be angry at your understandable lack of knowledge, given your, uh, situation. Anyways, you didn't answer my second question. How... sorry, would you mind telling me how you know my name?" Luke apologized, transitioning into another subject to comfort his new roommate.

"Well, Dave said it while you and him were talking last night." Braixen seemed to almost shrink as she realized the implications of her actions and flinched like a Swampert at the wrong end of a Togekiss's Air Slash.

Luke blinked in confusion, speechless for a moment. Now that his mind was fully there, sober to the consequences of his words, he calmed himself and gave Braixen the benefit of the doubt before finding a reason to be angry or annoyed. "You were... awake all that time and you didn't say a thing? Did I scare you? Did Dave scare you? Was it something either of us said or did?" He asked, visible worry beginning to bead on his face in salty droplets.

"Naw, naw, nothing like that. You guys are honestly so wonderful. It's just that when I go to sleep, I absorb information around me, like the vague shapes of objects and voices. It's like those cases where someone'll go into a coma and hear everything going on. If I was a Delphox, I'd have perfect clarity in my dreams, but since I'm not a true psychic, things are kinda... blurry." Braixen explained, soothing the fears of both parties and causing Luke to come to a visible revelation.

"Oh! It's like when I use Extrasensory. I can feel emotions and slightly distorted voices, like having the TV on in the background until you hear something weird and hone in on it. Like how I felt your discomfort and heard you saying stuff like 'I don't wanna be here!' and decided 'Y'know, it'd probably be a bit of an asshole move not to check that out.' So, yeah. Kinda similar."

"You're funny, you know that? Even when you're not trying to. Just now, when you said that, I had to stifle a laugh because under that jaded, badass, emotionally scarred Greninja, there's a genuinely funny, good guy who just wants to see people happy. When you were saving me and beating ass like no one's business, your hotness was cancelled out by just how much of a cheesy goof you were being. It's like you were in a Shonen for 5 minutes."

"Really? I thought I was being cool." He said, as Braixen looked at him with a look of incredulousness, as if no one could ever think what he did was genuinely cool and not action-movie cool.

"Aaaanyways, changing the subject. You know my name, I don't know yours. I would like to know." Luke said quickly, sitting up on the bed and motioning Braixen to do the same.

"For the longest time, I haven't really had one. The guys... my guys, the ones you beat up... didn't really care. For nearly 15 years, I was 'bitch' or 'slut' or 'whore' or any number of derogatory terms one could use to refer to a woman. Every once in a while, some creeps would call me 'sweetie' or 'luv' but didn't mean it in any unironic way. Of course, that spitfire bitch Sheila would call me pet names, but I was just that. Just a pet. It's not too clear a memory due to all the grooming and drugs, but before I was taken away, long before those miscreants made me into a woman long before I actually ended up becoming one... I think my parents called me Sophie." Luke hung on her every word, cringing particularly on the '15 years' bit and thanking whatever deity ruled the universe he nuked the shit outta those guys before they got a chance to abuse any more 'mons even more with every passing letter out of Sophie's mouth.

"Sophie..." Luke paused on the name, befitting such a regal and wonderful 'mon like her. It rolled off his tongue, tasted like honey as it exited his mouth. It only served to anger him that those Shadow bastards had taken away that identity from her.

"That is such a lovely name for such a show-stopping, jaw-dropping little hotspot like you." Luke tenderly said, turning his head to hers and cradling her head with his hands placed just behind her twitching, furry little ears.

"You don't need to be so gentle with the way you handle me. I mean sure, I still feel this gnawing void of codependency trying to consume me, considering you're like, the only person in recent memory who has ever cared about me deeply, and I feel completely naked and inadequate because I've been stuck under a rock for most of my life and barely know anything about anything and am literally a burden to absolutely anyone who doesn't see me as a freeuse slut, but it's okay. 'S not like I was raped or anything. I'm a tough girl, you don't have to walk on eggshells to keep me happy or unoffended or whatever. Now that I'm with you, I'm not that slutty Braixen that survived on cock all day. I'm Sophie again. And Sophie has a lot of catching up to do."

"Sophie, did you say you weren't raped? I feel like we got more to unpack before we go further and pretend everything is just... normal." Luke worriedly stated, hugging Sophie closer to him, moving his hands to meet her paws.

"Nope. Not raped or even abused. That time Sheila hit me was the first time in years I've been even touched in a negative way. I was their priceless antique, a warm, wet fleshlight for the tiny-dicks, the frustrated, the virgins, and the underpaid. Their best living sex toy. I was the glue that kept entire teams from ripping themselves apart when the enticement of Darkrai granting them dominion over the mortal realm did not satisfy their aching bones and boners. No one, especially those shriveled, entitled Admins would dare risk breaking their precious prized possession." This particular fact seemed to bring her a bit of pride, and it showed as she looked as if that fact were her singular shining light in her former life, brimming smugly with swagger and confidence.

"Then, if you weren't abused and got to have sex all the time, why didn't you stay? What made you leave and cry so desperately?" Luke inquired, confused. He knew the answer, but didn't know if she had the mental acuity to articulate it.

"Because, my sweet froggy boy, there is more to relationships than sex. There's love and care and telling people you love them, doing things with them, making them feel wanted as a person, rather than a sex object. There's emotions that aren't the horny ones. And those guys never made me feel loved. They pumped me full of some weird drug cocktail that made every half thrust feel like I was a Liepard on catnip and clamp down tight as a Pinsir's Vicegrip and forget just about everything but sex, but they didn't appreciate or care about me. Not even enough to call me by my name, or even ask. You get sick of the best restaurant in the world when the staff treat you like dirt and don't let you leave." Luke was even more confused and a bit worried that his new charge was repressing something.

"Arceus, I guess I saved you at least 2 therapy sessions with me on that subject, now, didn't I?" Sophie said with a smug smile.

"Why are you so nonchalant about this?" Luke squeezed her paws tight, pulling her closer to him and pushing through the feeling of her body heat on his sensitive skin.

"So many questions. Tell you what, I'll answer that if you'll answer a question of mine." Luke contemplated his answer to Sophie's offer briefly, running a million mental calculations as to why she would need to offer such a thing, and what questions she might ask. He eventually Occam's Razored himself to his conclusion of 'Eh, what the hell?'. "Sure, shoot."

"Why are you a co- sorry, Search and Rescue member? I could feel your discontent and hear a lot of your grumblings about how much it sucked when you did recon back when the base was my home and not a miserable mound of molten metal mounted in a mire of mud.. What keeps you going? Why go through all the trouble if you just don't like your job?"

"First of all, nice alliteration, I love your commitment to the bit. Secondly, I said it before. I love my job. I love putting bastards who think they have power over Pokémon and/or a right to use them as they please in their place. I live to rescue and assist amazing people like you and give you the life you never had but always deserved." Luke's next word was stolen from his mouth by Sophie, breaking away from his grip and hugging him around the waist, snuggling into him as he caressed her head.

"Bu-ut..." She interjected, because there's always a 'but' somewhere in those types of sentences and because she wanted to be cheeky.

"But," Luke sighed. "On the other side of the human coin, our bosses are assholes and kinda stupid, as humans in a group and/or with power can be. They don't pay us in any form because they think 'our species' don't need it, instead turning the SnR division of the justice system into a volunteer-driven non-profit that gives us training and food and shelter, but not much else, like a shitty photocopy of the military. And then they basically assimilate us humanoids and more intelligent 'mons, expecting us to interact with them as if we are at all from the same world, adhering to their standards and giving us shitty names like Luke and Tom and Daisy and-"

"And Sophie?"

"No, hun, your name is fitting and as gorgeous as you are. I have nothing against two Delphox who were most likely domesticated and learned from humans giving their child a human name. My point is, I just kinda wish I could just have stayed Greninja, as I was before I left my trainer to follow in his footsteps and pursue a career in justice myself. But no-o-o, the humans want names, because Arceus forbid that 1 out of the 800-some-odd species that live on this floating space rock is excluded in any tiny way because they can't identify other living beings by mannerisms, smell, body language and -gasp- context! No, everyone and everything on Earth has to bend to their will, their societal norms, no matter what physicalities make our life experiences so radically fucking different! It's, it's-" Suddenly, Sophie climbed on him, straddling his waist and kissing along the length of his tongue and nose.

"Frustrating. I can feel it emanating off of you." The vixen purred out, voice deep and alluring.

"A-answer my question now! I scratch your back, you scratch mine." Luke frantically exclaimed, a nervous chuckle exiting his mouth as he grew increasingly uneasy.

"Alrighty, my great hero, my Lukey boy~" Sophie continued to speak suggestively, a practiced air of seduction wafting from her lips. "My answer is... I'm with you. And I know in the loftiest heights of my brain to the deepest depths of my heart that I am safe with you, and that you would do your damnedest to never, ever hurt me, even out of ignorance or carelessness. Until the day I die, I will forever be Sophie because of you and your kindness." It wasn't exactly breaking news to Luke, but it sure was flattering to hear.

"B-but yesterday, you were trembling... you couldn't say a word." Luke's voice shook, and he gulped a bit of slimy saliva in response to the borderline inappropriate position anyone popping in could have found them in..

"That, my dearest froggy, was when I was neck-deep in fear..." The seduction-confession hybrid continued as Sophie's velvety purr became a low, sultry whisper.

"I could feel your rage and tiredness from the battle, and I held out hope that you wouldn't turn on me. I didn't know if I could trust my previous assessments of your character when you had the type and power advantage over me while I don't even have a move to my name. But I could feel the Nurse's feelings. The shining, heartwarming admiration dripped from her voice like a freshly syrup'd pancake... the sincerity in her smile... the conviction of a pure-hearted person that you were a man of justice and prosperity... It calmed my irrational fears. Assured me that everything I already knew was true a thousandfold." She snuggled up to him once more. "S-sorry. I should p-probably get offa you."

Luke caressed her, the end of his flexible tongue rubbing the top of her head like a noogie from a wet roll of toilet paper while his hands wandered around all of the non-erogenous areas of her body, simply basking in her warmth and the satisfying texture of her fur. "Is this what it feels like to warm-bloods when they get used to being in a freezing cold pool? Cuz I think I'm starting to dig it."

Sophie's seductive switch flipped back on as a loving smile crept along her face, a claw tracing its way around the front of his midsection to accentuate the atmosphere. "Welly well, then, if you're not uncomfortable..." Sophie spoke in a quiet and demure, yet lust-tinged voice. "Since you're frustrated with your job and in severe need of relief, and I need counseling on what a healthy relationship is... maybe we can work something out this morning."

"B-but what if Dave-" He was silenced by a finger to his tongue-scarved mouth. "You slept through a call from him. He's off with his little girlfriend, that Politoed girl with the big mouth. No one's gonna know. And if they do, I have the psychic abilities to communicate to them the exact situation, so no misunderstandings can arise."

Luke swallowed again, beads of sweat complimenting the hitch in his voice as he attempted to protest. "I st-still d'wanna take advantage of y-"

Tears formed in Sophie's eyes, hot and salty, slightly stinging Luke's skin on contact. "Please. I need to know, after so fucking long, what loving, caring, mutual sex is. I love you. I trust you. And I need you." Luke noticed a particular hot wetness dripping onto his thigh and sighed.

Luke caved in, gripping Sophie tightly and wiping the tears from her big, bug-eyed stare, cradling her head. "Hrmmmmm, okaaay, you little scamp. But if I get in trouble for this, I'm gonna give you a big fat 'told ya so' when I get out." Sophie sniffled at Luke's words that signaled the end of her troubles.

"Okay. Then let's get to it, my big, strong, handsome hero~" Sophie said, her voice dripping with genuine lust as she discarded her seductress facade.

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"So, uh, what do you... want to do? Concerning this? I mean I couldn't fit my tongue in your pussy if I wanted to, and I don't know if it'd be comfort-uhhh..." Luke trailed off as he felt the weight on his chest quickly lift and Sophie's thick, hot strands of arousal formed an erotic trail from the spot on his chest where the vixen had been, smearing down his stomach, and what felt like a leaky sous-vide dripping loosely connected beads from the length of his right arm to one of his digits, on which she vigorously fucked herself. Luke had to hold back his urges to wince at the incredible heat that amounted to being wrapped tightly in a queen-size heated blanket turned a couple notches above its highest setting so as to not interrupt Sophie's euphoria. Her eyes fluttered in ecstasy, a paw rubbing on and around her clit, with the other paw's dainty digits stuffed in her mouth, stifling her moans and yips as she rode ever closer to her first satisfying climax of the night.

While her looks and sounds were very arousing to Luke, even causing his cock to peek out a couple inches from his slit, in this context he knew there were a few bad habits of hers he needed to help her break. Like the ninja he was, he soundlessly pivoted around his hand, sneaking closer to his charge and casting a shadow over her as he looked down.

"Sophie, my beautiful, strong girl, you don't have to be quiet or close your eyes if you don't want to. These walls are real thick. No one will hear, except for me. And not that you should do it just because I want you to, but I think your voice is like fresh butter on warm toast, and I could listen to it all day. Even your muffled little moans and whimpers, they do things to me no one ever has. Please, if you want something from me, you have my full, unabashed permission to take it."

Sophie's response sent electrifying shivers down his spine, compounded by her pleasure-addled voice and half-closed eyes that served as the only signal she was still chained to reality.

"P-please, Luke. F-finger me until I cum. I-I'm already so f-fucking close, I need you to -ahn!- fi-hi-nish me off, gimme the most -oh, fucking Arceus!- most fulfilling orgasm I've ever h-had." She shakily whispered, teetering on the edge of an unstoppable mind-shattering orgasm and nearly crushing the digits pistoning in and out of her cunny at the idea of even greater pleasure.

"Of course. You deserve it. Everything I could ever give you." Luke whispered in her ear as he leaned over her, fighting incredible resistance to roughly thrust his middle finger pad deep into her burning, dripping, milking depths, eliciting deep, sensual moans with nearly every movement. With one hand occupied with her pussy and the other useless as far as fondling is concerned, Luke simply guided Sophie's newly free paw to her breasts, adding to the pleasure wrought by her other paw abusing her clit and Luke's fingering, slightly speeding up her eventual climax as she continued to all but scream her starved lungs out in the throes of passion, trying desperately not to soil Luke's entire bed for as long as she could to keep enjoying the magic of this moment she held with her hero.

"Oh my Arceus, I'm gonna -nff- cum, any -gasp- second now I'm gonna d-drench your bed with my h-hot cum and f-fucking ruin your sheets! Don't stop, Luke, my best fucking boy, my shining light, keep going, keep going, I'm gonna... I'm gonna -ahn!- cum, soon I'm gonna-a-a fucking..." Sophie's entire body tensed and shook as her orgasm washed over her, nearly crushing the soft pads that made up Luke's digits with her spasming walls. "Cum, I'm fucking cumm-i-i-ing!" She screamed, taking hold of Luke's head and yanking it to her own, smooching passionately all over his tongue and face blindly, riding out the wave of pure, unadulterated bliss that permeated every cell of her body as she created a pool of near boiling cum that permeated the sheets and blanket of Luke's bed, causing the windows to fog and the entire room to become slightly arid and hazy. It took several seconds of heavy heaving, gasping breathing for Sophie to be able to even look at the smiling face of her new guardian, and several more to form any semblance of a coherent sentence.

"That was the best thing ever, thank you, thank you, Luke, I can't describe... oh, sweet mother of Mew, just how amazing that was." Sophie spoke in huffs and puffs, detaching her slick, tight snatch from Luke's finger pad and hugging him by the neck, hanging there as she had the day before. "Really. It's hard to imagine it can get any better than that was, huh, Sophie?" Luke asked.

"Mhm. And to think, if good sex like that sent me careening on a one-way trip to Pleasure Town-" The Braixen began but was interrupted.

"Excuse me, fine lady, I believe it is pronounced 'Pleasureton', if you would not mind referring to it by its rightful name." Luke interrupted with a faux British accent.

"I will not, thank you very much, Mr. Posh Man, because you are killing the mood, although you are funny." Sophie shot back, slightly annoyed that she chuckled a bit at his dumb joke.

"Well, all right, then, Arceus! Buzzkill." Luke scoffed, feigning anger.

"Anyways, what I was saying was, if that was that good, imagine what... oh, fuck..." Sophie's eyes wandered to Luke's untouched, twitching 8-inch hard-on that leaked from the tip and eyed it hungrily, her pussy involuntarily clenching at the sight.

"Imagine what your dick'll feel like when you ram it into my cervix and paint my womb white like a real fuckin' stud!" She yelled, using all her willpower to resist the urge to bowl him over and ride his throbbing dick until her ovaries gave out, and instead whimpered, staring at her protector's smiling face.

"Please, Luke. I need you to fuck me, now. Hard an' rough a-an' deep. M-my paws aren't going to cut it, I-I need to... I need to be-"

"Bred? Is that what you were going to say, my sopping wet little lover-girl? Does your amazingly tight, bed-ruining, blazing hot foxcunt need my giant froggy cock, hmm?" Luke's voice went low and raspy as he detached Sophie from his neck and placed her under him before he flipped over on his stomach.

"Arceus, you talk that dirty to me and then you go for a fucking Missionary?" Sophie asked.

"Yes, Sophie, because not only are you the sexiest damn creature I have ever seen, but because I want a way to know when I'm making you uncomfortable. Y'know," Luke's voice returned to a low, growling rasp. "For when I fuck you 'till your arms and legs give out."

"Then do it. I'm yours. I love you, Luke. You're amazing and I couldn't think of anyone else who would ever do this, for anyone. Fuck me, my incredible stud hero." Sophie said with tears of joy in her eyes, hugging Luke's neck and leaning up for a passionate makeout session with Luke's tongue.

"I love you, Sophie, my beautiful, sexy vixen. Here we... go!" Luke exclaimed as he thrust deep and hard into Sophie.

"-ahhn!- Fuck, fuck, fuck, so big, so big, stretch me the fuck out!" Sophie yelled, panting with heavy-lidded eyes and her tongue stuck out, leaking drool onto her chest fur.

"Shieeet, you're so fucking tight! Sophie, you feel so fucking good, honey. Your pretty eyes and your blissful face turn me on so much. I could die right now, I could really fucking die and be so, so happy. I love you, my precious fiery vixen. So strong and smart, with an unbreakable will and desire to truly live, it's outstanding. I'm so pent up after years, and oh, Arceus, I'm gonna give you the loving rutting you deserve after years of neglect." Luke said tenderly, fighting back moans before letting himself go in the moment, not uttering anything but soft croaks of pleasure as he jackhammered in and out with wild, reckless abandon.

"So f-fucking -ahn!- good! Don't -nff- stop! Don't stop until you blow a giant fucking load in me and make me cum like an Arceusdamn fire hydrant! You make me feel so loved and it's turning me on so Arceusdamn much!" Sophie, juxtaposing Luke's descent into mindless pleasure, deeply moaned and screamed before losing all ability to speak, choosing simply to waste what little oxygen she took in making out with Luke, slobbering all over his tongue-scarf before settling on suckling the end of it like some sort of erotic popsicle, still drooling hot spit that Luke ignored in all-encompassing pleasure.

"Soph, use your psychic powers, I wanna feel what you feel and vice-versa. I'm close, so very close, and I want to say with my mind more than words what you mean to me." Luke used Extrasensory and when Sophie reached out to him with her mind, she became immediately consumed by the feeling of bliss and infernal heat caused by her own tightly squeezing walls, and the same for Luke, experiencing for the first time what it felt like to truly be cold when your blood ran hot, as well as the euphoric pleasure of a pussy quivering around a bitch-breaking cock.

But what neither of them would ever be able to describe in words were the feelings of love, the deep, burning passion they harbored for each other that they couldn't describe as their physical bodies failed them in their mutual ecstasy. Luke felt Sophie's deep admiration and utter helplessness against his charms, how truly head-over-heels she had fallen for him and her sincere desire to spend her life with him and start a family. Meanwhile, Sophie felt Luke's relief for her well-being and his excitement and curiosity to see her grow, as well as his appreciation and lust for her body and his deep-seated, childlike love for her that Sophie just knew he hadn't felt in a long time.

"You really have fallen for me, eh, Sophie? I'm so very flattered, because I love you just as much." Luke thought, focusing all his mental energy on speaking to his new lover through the foggy mire of euphoria clouding his brain.

"I fell for you the second you wrenched me from Becker's hands. I never stood a chance, I guess a ninja like you would be an expert at stealing hearts." Sophie replied in a lovingly soft mental voice.

"Y'know, we're... not in the same egg group. I can't give you a child." Luke said, sending Sophie mild tinges of disappointment that flashed blue in her mental vision.

"Silly, we can still adopt. Now be a good boy... and fucking cum in me!" Sophie yowled, switching back to her normal voice when she could no longer ignore the pleasure that pulsed through her entire body for even her greatest love as she teetered on the very brink of orgasm, with any little push liable to set her off.

That push came in the form of Luke's forceful orgasm, a cool gush of watery cum from his engorged internal testicles that flooded Sophie's womb and caused her to reach her own climax. Sophie's pussy spasmed wildly for the second time of the night, forcing a piercing shriek from the both of them as they experienced double psychic orgasms that left even Luke's battle-strengthened body near collapse as if all the fatigue from all his missions in the past year came onto him at once.

"Fuckin... excellent, Soph. I... love you." Luke said, gasping in-between every word.

"Best fuck I've ever had, by far. Love you too, my darling ninja." Sophie said, briefly showering Luke in a barrage of loving kisses before silencing herself to catch her breath.

Suddenly, the exhausted pair heard giggles coming from the top bunk that blossomed into fits of laughter.

"Dave, what the fuck? How long have you been up there? And is Rain up there with you too? Do you two have no sense of decency?" Luke yelled, his anger so potent you could nearly pull exclamation points out of thin air.

"Yeah, dude, we were having a moment, what the hell, bro?" Sophie added, similarly enraged.

"Well, lovebirds, me and Davey just finished our own little romp and came down here to rest, and we would have waited and left you alone..."

"If you guys weren't so caught up in the moment that you didn't notice us at all. We've only been here a few minutes, and it feels like hours spent listening to all your constant moaning and groaning without a word between the two 'a ya. Adorable, yes, but also very funny in context. Anyways, Luke, my man, you finally got laid again!"

"Asshole, makin' fun of our beautiful lovemaking." Grumbled Sophie.

"Man, fuck both a' y'all. Soph, let's clean up and let these goofs ruin someone else's afterglow. We are outta here." Luke snarked as he opened the door for his lady.

"Dave, you better count yourself lucky for having such an amazing partner to fight crime with. Rain, get out while you still can. Actually, nevermind. With how much the both of you annoy everyone, you're made for each other." Sophie said in a tired, annoyed voice before walking towards the door.

As Sophie was halfway through the door, though, Dave stopped them in their tracks with a simple sentence.

"Welp, I hope you get her a new stick while you're out there."

The new couple stared dumbfounded at Sophie's bare tail, missing the stick that was a staple for every Braixen's offense.

"Ain't that kinda important for your folk, Sophie?" Rain asked.

"Damn, she's right, Sophie. We better hightail it outta here and get you a new one." Luke replied in a semi-sarcastic voice before grabbing Sophie and disappearing in a cloud of smoke along with her.

It took minutes and minutes of searching, but eventually Sophie found one she liked and channeled her firepower through it subconsciously, setting it alight without a second thought.

"Sophie? Did you just...?" Luke asked, astounded by the Braixen's newly found abilities.

"I did! Those Shadow bastards domesticated me to the point where I thought I'd never use a move again. But I guess all it took was a strong, loving, gentle hand to remind this fox just how powerful she could be." Said an ecstatic Sophie, lightly jumping up and down with joy.

"It'll take a lot of training, but I know for a fact my strong, independent Braixen who don't need no man can make all those years of captivity feel like a weird wet dream in no time." Luke said, extinguishing the flame on the stick and priming it to be put back in her fur.

"Yeah, and even though I don't need anybody..." Sophie hugged around Luke's midsection. "It's always nice to have the love of your life right there." She smiled and placed her stick in her tail.

"I'm so glad I could help you out, Soph. And while I know it'll take a lot of work to work out those other issues of yours, it's great to know that you'll never feel alone or scared again." Luke replied, petting Sophie behind her ears.

"I love you, Luke."

"I love you too, Sophie."

And while Sophie had not evolved into a Delphox yet, both she and Luke knew that their future was as bright and as happy as the grin that stretched to the ends of both their faces.