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It’s official. I received a packet of data in my Item System, today. Another month’s work of observation worksheets, projected migration patterns, information on the weather trends of the valley, and even a cute little brochure with “Surskit’s Summer Safety” written on the front. Presumably, Summer Safety Tips would have killed the alliteration, and some aspiring graphic designer at the Lab would sooner have died than pass up the opportunity to pepper an otherwise informative document with drawings of little blue water bugs.

I’m stalling. The point is

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You know, it’s funny. I don’t actually know what the point of writing this is. I’m apparently staying here. In this valley. With all these Pokemon. With a Mightyena hogging my bed and an Absol that may or may not have a crush on me and apparently a Sylveon

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I didn’t delude myself. That night at the West Pitch wasn’t some bizarrely specific dream I had. I fucking recorded it! It’s still there in the memory of my Silph Goggles. I’ve seen it, more than

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once. And to think back, on all of what’s happened this season, and know that I signed up for more of this? I don’t know what was going through my head. To be honest, I’m just talking myself in circles, here.

Subject Alpha’s been different, since the... incident? I think I’m just gonna call it the incident. I thought she was going to be mad. I thought she was going to be furious. She bruised my hips a few nights ago, because I didn’t like her attempt at fellatio. I couldn’t even imagine how she would have responded to... everything that happened in the incident. Instead, I’m unsure how to describe how she’s been responding. Maybe if I list things out?

She’s definitely been more possessive. She walks a lot closer, when we’re going out for deconstruction work. At night, she more or less sleeps on top of me, and she doesn’t want to move, even when I need to use the bathroom. But she’s also been quieter. Less forceful. At first, I thought she was just being nicer, but it’s not that. She seems almost... distracted? She’s still on the mend from the incident, but whenever we’re out she takes great pains to hide it, always looking around for... something. It’s like she’s always got something else on her mind, like she’s

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Is she scared? Oh, sweet Mew, I think she’s scared.

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Subject Alpha didn’t accompany me, today. I think whatever fear she has of losing me is trumped by the sheer mind-numbing nature of observation work. Plus, I think she needed space and time to actually attend to herself. She’s spent so much time around me, lately, I almost forgot she needs to eat.

I was on edge, during that walk. I thought about taking a different path, just on the off chance that Subject Epsilon was going to come back. In the end, I decided not to. I had work to do, and as strange as these past few months had been, I was not about to let my behavior be dictated by a blackmailing Fairy type fox, of all things. It was a good thought; I remember being kind of proud of myself for taking the main path.

Until I heard a rustling in the bushes, anyway. Then, I started doubting every decision I’d ever made. I had the Silph Goggles on, and my thumb on the Whistler switch, before I’d even had a chance to turn completely around. It turned out, however, that I didn’t need the help of the Goggles to find what was walking around behind me.

A large mass of orange pushed through the brush. Two intelligent eyes regarded me with the slightly suspicious ease of an alpha. It was the Arcanine. Subject Delta. I had forgotten just how... big those dogs can get. Seeing him from across a field didn’t do him justice; he easily came up to my neck, and in terms of sheer mass had me beat by a wide margin. That being said, his steps, as he approached me, were still quiet. Measured. As if he were afraid he might press too hard on the grass, that he sought to dampen the disquieting effect of having such a powerful beast in the valley by making his presence as unobtrusive as he was able.

He regarded me with a hint of confusion, and suspicion. He saw my hand, near my belt, and his ears flattened. There was a question in his eyes: Are we about to fight?

Immediately, I relaxed. “You’re the Arcanine from the other night, aren’t you?” I said to him.

His eyes widened. At first, I didn’t know why, until I remembered that I was dressed in a camouflage suit and covered with scent-suppressing agents. The sound of my voice would have been the first thing that would have identified me as anything other than a strange creature.

To help him out, a bit, I lowered the face mask down past my chin and said “It’s me. The human you rescued?”

His expression changed, as soon as recognition hit. His mouth opened in a canine smile, his large fluffy tail swaying behind him. It was almost appealing. So long as one forgot the fact he was a wild Pokemon who was more than capable of incinerating me from a hundred meters or more.

“What are you doing here?” I asked him. By way of explanation, he put his nose to the ground and began to sniff. I remembered that this was roughly where I had my first run-in with Subject Epsilon. So, I made a guess: “You’re trying to follow that Sylveon’s trail?” Subject Delta barked in the affirmitive (at least, I think he did). “Why?” His expression, when he was made to think about Subject Epsilon, was grave, almost angry. He met my eyes, as if asking me why he shouldn’t be tracking something so dangerous. “I... see your point.”

In retrospect, it was a bit surreal to be talking to a Pokemon, like this. Especially a wild one. I know lots of trainers do stuff like this, all the time (I think I remember coming across a research paper about “Pokemon Empaths” or some such, when I was in college, but I don’t remember reading it). Most trainers, however, only ever talk with their own Pokemon. I keep thinking that I must be imagining the reactions, on these creatures, that I’m just saying whatever I want to them, and they’re ignoring me. But at the same time, it just feels like I’m getting cogent responses, like I’m talking to people that just so happen to be nonverbal.

I don’t know why it popped into my head, but I was suddenly reminded to thank Subject Delta. If it weren’t for him and his... children?

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If it weren’t for him and the other canines, something terrible might have happened to Subject Alpha. And Subject Beta. To say nothing about what would have happened to me. I think what I said was something to the effect of “I don’t know whether you came to help us, or you came because you’ve got history with her, or what, but the fact is we might not have gotten out of there without your help.”

Subject Delta seemed to preen a bit, at that. I could almost hear the breath going into his lungs as they swelled up, with pride. His expression was one that I had seen many times before, on the face of humans. It seemed to me to be a hollow and self-serving attempt at modesty, a chance to come across as the gracious hero he very clearly thought himself as. There was a sparkle in his eye that I honestly found arresting. He had the sort of regal bearing one might expect of a statue, though one with an undeniable spark of life. I think I found him handsome, at that moment.

Well, handsome by the standard of canines, at any rate.

Subject Delta took a step forward, angling his head down and attempting to scoop up my hand. I was confused, for a moment, but remembering the actions of the family Herdier, back home, I took a guess that what he wanted was to feel my hand on his head. I was happy to oblige, but not as happy as Subject Delta. No sooner were my fingers running through his fur, than I saw that heavy, fluffy tail of his swinging back and forth hard enough to hurt a man. His eyes closed, in pleasured concentration, as I found exactly the right spot behind his ear.

Before I knew it, he was close. Very close. I could feel the heat, radiating off of his body. Of course, as a Fire type, that was no large feat. But with my hand on his head, which was now off to my side, I could see down his flank. His fur was thick, but there was undoubtedly muscle there; I watched him flex with every movement of his body. The sound of his nose, powerful and inquisitive, blasted against the side of my face mask as he tried to find my scent under the layers of neutralizer I was wearing.

I’m still not sure if Subject Delta pushed me, or if he got so close that I backed away. Whichever way it happened, the roots of a nearby tree proved treacherous. Before I knew it, I was sitting on the ground. Subject Delta was towering over me. He pushed forward, covering my body with his, and lifted himself up so that one paw was against a nearby tree.

The air underneath his body was oppressive; I found I had difficulty breathing properly through my face mask. So completely did his body cover my field of vision, the only places where I could see the forest was to my far left and right. And, of course, through his legs.

It was around that time that I was reminded of the day he and I actually met.

Canine sheaths are weird. As large as Subject Delta was, the bump where a cock would normally be was nothing but a... well, a bump. I could see the divot where he was supposed to come out, but other than that it faded into his lower stomach. I was able to find it, easily, but only because of what was just beneath it. Sweet Mew, the view I had, from the blind, did not do those nuts justice.

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This isn’t me, okay? This isn’t happening. I’ve been stuck in a valley for months. I have had no human contact other than email exchanges. It’s been... actual years since I’ve seen human genitalia other than my own. And then this big dog shows up, and he’s waving around a fucking titanic set of nuts in my face. Like, huge, full of spunk, just the right amount of sag, bringing me back to the days of my bisexual awakening with my middle aged coach in the locker room, those kinds of nuts. This is fucking Arceus’s fault, for making scrota all look the same It’s Arceus’s fault for making a hefty pair of balls, dangling in front of your nose, so fucking erotic. It’s not my fault. It’s not

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I’m not sure where we were going, with this exchange. The looming over me business. I’m getting back on track. Subject Delta growled something down at me, something which I think I recognized as being flirtatious, but to be honest I was a bit distracted. I watched as the sheath began to plump up, as the first peek of red inched out to greet me. Despite all my best efforts, I couldn't help but think what it'd feel like to get that thick, growing

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Subject Alpha showed up, around that time. The Mightyena had apparently decided to try and follow me, anyway, and what she saw, when she came to this neck of the woods, clearly made her unhappy. I couldn’t see her, behind the mountain of dog-flesh that hung between me and her. I could definitely hear her, however. She and Subject Delta exchanged noises back and forth at each other. It felt... conversational. Like, I could swear I heard a call and response. Not that I could make out anything, since they exclusively spoke in growls and barks. I was also distracted. Every time Subject Delta responded, his chest would shudder and shake. I could see every pull of air into his lungs, every vocalization.

I was so distracted by that, I didn’t notice him inching his hips closer to me. Not until he was dangerously close. And I am not going to comment on that, anymore. I’m not. An Arcanine put his balls in my face and I refuse to become normal about that, again.

Subject Alpha yapped something, that made me think she was maybe one second off getting into another ill-advised fight. The noise I got back from Subject Delta was the auditory equivalent of rolled eyes, and before I knew it, I was bathed in sunlight and cool air again. The Arcanine fell to all four paws, with nothing but the faintest breeze to punctuate the movement. The look he gave me, as he backed away, spoke volumes. He was going to see me, again. That was not a question, or a hope, or a statement of intent. There was a promise in the assured, almost cocky smirk that split his muzzle. Then, he left, hopping over a stand of bushes and disappearing into the foliage.

I watched him go, still sat against the back of that tree. I don’t know how long I would have stayed there, if it weren’t for the Mightyena who was staring at me hard enough that I could feel her, through my suit. She was clearly mad. As she walked over to me, there was a quiet fuming that seem to flow from her, like an aura. She put herself close to me, her nose roving over the whole of my body. The neutralizers would have still worked, this early in the morning (even with an Arcanine all but rubbing himself against me), but as close as she was, and as sensitive as her nose was, she was still able to pick up something that made her unhappy. She bared her fangs at me. Then, she turned around, and positioned herself so she was standing astride my left leg.

I asked her what she was doing. She yapped at me, in response. It was... the most anger, the most violent motion, I’d seen from her since the incident, and it was so sudden that it killed any questions I had, in my throat.

She lowered herself down onto my leg, squeezing hers together. Then, she started to drag herself down my thigh, in rough fits and starts. I knew what she was doing. These past few months have given me more reason to research the behavior of Mightyena than any other creature, before. There was a scent gland underneath her tail; she was marking me. Even if I hadn’t known that, the look she gave me, when she was done, could not have been more unambiguous if it came with subtitles.

You are mine, she seemed to say. You are mine, and I’m not going to let anything take you from me.

After that, she just sort of wandered off. I really don’t know if I can describe what that exchange made me feel. I’ll admit, there was something in the sentiment of it all. The idea that I was wanted, that I was wanted so badly that someone was willing to literally put a claim on me... I’ve had rogue thoughts like that, once or twice. Granted, those kinds of markings involved things like markers and collars and

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Note to self: masturbating doesn’t make the thoughts feel any less genuine. Maybe it helps with writing like a dignified person.

I couldn’t do my observation duties, today. I had the scent of two predators on me, and Mightyena musk is a sort that even I can smell. The Lab allows for off-days, so long as they’re properly logged, and I have plenty of them saved up. So, these last few hours have been spent diligently cleaning the Grass Suit. This is now the second time that the poor thing’s been covered in canine scent to the point of unsuitability. I suppose I should be lucky it wasn’t semen, this time.

I’m just gonna stop rambling, now. I need to get back to work on the Suit.

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I think I must have had a dream, last night. An incredibly vivid dream. A dream so vivid, I can still feel the

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It wasn’t a dream. Last night actually happened. Let me just start over.

So today was a deconstruction day. Subject Alpha was with me, again. She started off the morning by making sure her scent was on me, again. She’s now taken to doing it whenever I get out of the shower compartment. I still don’t think I wholly consent to this, but at least having predator smell on me helps keep wild Pokemon away. I still have a whole bunch of Repel, in storage, that I’m going to have to figure out what to do with and I’m getting distracted again, please just focus for one second Larch aaaaaaaaa

New paragraph. Decon work was normal. Nothing out of the ordinary. Again, Subject Alpha was there, and she was kind of quiet. She wasn’t cajoling me to hit the horrible scrap buildings harder, or making passes, or anything like that. She just sort of... watched me work. I tried to convince myself that I was just being paranoid, but considering this creature stalked me for days, assaulted me in my own living space, forced her way onto my bed and became my non-consensual roommate, the sight of her sitting quietly, in the background, was practically psychological warfare.

It was obvious that something was on her mind. Subject Alpha strikes me as the kind of creature that’s more or less incapable of guarding their feelings. However, I did not think it wise to interrogate what she was thinking. Perhaps I ought to have. I might have been able to predict the surprise that happened, that evening.

After a day spent swinging a hammer around, the two of us walked back up the path to the mountains. We’d gotten to the entrance to the cabin, and I was reaching my hand out to grab the hidden handle on the door. Before I could touch it, however, Subject Alpha situated herself between me and the door, and her jaws were on my wrist. It wasn’t a bite; she was trying to grab my arm without hands. Once I got over the reflexive terror that comes with feeling teeth against exposed flesh, I asked her what was wrong.

Subject Alpha responded by pulling my arm to the side, turning my body until it was facing the path, again. She let go and started to walk away, towards the side route that wound further up the mountain. The look on her face, when she turned her head back to me, told me she expected me to follow her. Maybe I should have questioned it, but... Sweet Mew save me, those eyes. I don’t think I’d ever seen a creature of any kind, who could say so much with a single look.

I was tired. After spending all day throwing a hammer around, I was really looking forward to lying down, but the hike up wasn’t a killer, like it might have been at the start of this job. After a few minutes of silence, we crested over the top of a large hill. The mountains stretched out in front of us, glowing in the orange light of the sunset. Behind was the valley, the place I had been scrounging around in for the past three months.

Not that I had much call to look behind me, because on a patch of not-quite level ground I saw Subject Beta, dragging a broken off piece of dead shrub to a pile of kindling he had clearly been working on, long before we had shown up. Upon noticing us, the Absol barked in greeting, tail wagging.

At first, my confusion was laced with just a tiny bit of trepidation. This was the second time I’d seen Subject Alpha and Subject Beta in the same place, at the same time. The first time was when there was an active crisis going on, but now, without a Sylveon to distract her, I found myself keeping an eye on Subject Alpha. Did she know about the things that had happened between Subject Beta and me? Had she pieced together that I had gone to the West Pitch with the Absol, and not her? Given that she had spent the last few days unambiguously telling me I was hers, I couldn’t imagine that going over too well.

Of course, for perhaps the first time in months, I found myself unable to read an answer in Subject Alpha’s expression.

Suddenly, I was very conscious of how suspicious I looked. Turning to Subject Beta, I decided to distract. “What are you doing, Absol?” I asked. “Are you trying to build a fire-pit?”

Subject Beta yapped in the affirmative. His chipper attitude made me think that things could have been all right. That, or he was simply too earnest and innocent to recognize that he was in mortal peril. Given my interactions with him, thus far, it really could have gone either way, so I found my confidence wavering further. Would an Absol’s danger-sense extend to things like this? I had no way of knowing, for sure.

Still, I soldiered on. “Hang on,” I told him. “I’ll find us some rocks. You need to make a stone circle to help keep embers under control. And I think I’ve got some stuff we can use as fuel-wood in my Bag.”

For a few minutes, I found myself reciting the League Manual of Basic Fieldcraft, like your typical Sentret Scout. I have no idea if I would have done well on the trainer circuit, in terms of battling and collecting badges. I would have killed it at the camping part of the job, apparently. Purely from memory, I found myself describing the best way to stack firewood, so that kindling and tinder ignited your heftier fuel logs. Subject Beta, clearly being a stranger to the art of the campfire, didn’t really seem to understand half of what I was explaining, but he made an active attempt to listen and seem interested.

Before long I had a textbook fire-pit. A lattice of logs, pulled from the basically infinite storage of my Bag system, surrounding a neatly arranged bundle of scrap wood, twigs and bark chips, all surrounded by a neat, symmetrical ring of stones. It was a thing of beauty, and I almost regretted having to set it alight. Still, the sun was getting lower and a roaring campfire was it’s own kind of beautiful, against a night sky, so I reached into my Bag, once again, to try to find my lighter.

It was then that I felt a sudden, uncharacteristic warmth, behind me. I turned around, and found my vision obscured by thick, cream and orange colored fur. At first, I thought this must have been a mirage, or a hallucination, or the cruel trickery of the Legends. But seeing as how he was close enough for me to smell him, it was painfully clear that this was real, and that I was staring into the chest of Subject Delta. Looking up at his face revealed perhaps the smuggest canine grin I had ever seen, as though he had been standing behind me for a while, and had been waiting to see how close he could get, before I’d noticed. His body moved side to side in a way that could only indicate a self-satisfied wag of the tail.

Behind him was a chorus of scrabbling and animal vocalizations. The smaller canines, the ones who always seemed to follow around behind Subject Delta (pack-mates? They’re pack-mates, right? Why do I keep specifically guessing they’re his children?), struggled their way up to the hilltop. In their various jaws were entire sections of berry bushes and other produce bearing plants, which they dragged behind them with the sort of care that can only come from having no opposable thumbs. Off to one side of Subject Delta himself was a large pile of such material, all with a crimp in the same place that came from having sat in a pair of powerful jaws.

Subject Delta walked past me, lowering his face to my fire-pit. With a puff from his mouth, and a little gout of flame that issued from that puff, the tinder started to catch fire. I looked from him, to Subject Alpha. Her expression was still inscrutable, but the intensity of it had increased significantly. Perhaps it was just my imagination. I was surrounded by creatures that Subject Alpha could feasibly have been jealous of. It’s not that I was feeling guilty, or anything. There was just the unshakable feeling that this was a setup. My jealous girlfriend was forcing me to have dinner with the people she knew I was cheating on her for.

Not that she was my girlfriend. Or that this was in any way a relationship you could use words like “cheating” to describe.

Most of what Subject Delta and his packmates brought was firewood, but there was a fair amount of harvestable food. The thought occurred to me that I might actually have enough here to attempt curry, specifically that weird berry curry that trainers were fawning over a few years ago. Again, I could use my Bag to access the tools I would need, the pots and ladles and all the bridging ingredients. I’d never really considered making it, until now; the thought of a curry with berries seemed frankly obscene, but

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Wow. I think this is the first time in months I’ve actually talked about cooking. I just called this log “Campfire Recipes” to throw off suspicion; I wasn’t actually intending to put down stories of making things over a campfire.

Maybe I ought to.

I’ll admit, it was a little fun to have an audience. Specifically this gaggle of wild Pokemon, who probably knew nothing about the Item Storage system and how it can just teleport things to my Bag. I remember Delta-3 and Delta-4 (the twin Vulpixes) both watching me pull stuff out with all the wonder of children seeing magic tricks. Understandable, because by the time I had pulled out a pan, a knife, a spatula, a collapsible metal frame to balance the pan on, meat, onions and a plastic box full of various spices, I had exceeded the storage capacity of the main pocket by about two or three times.

Curry is pretty simple to make. Brown the meat and onions, sprinkle in some spices and herbs until it smells sufficiently food-like, pour over a broth of Berries and the juice of those Berries, and let it simmer and meld together. The Berries I was given were all sour and spicy. By themselves, I’m hardly a fan, but I was definitely glad nobody had brought anything sweet. Combining meat and Pecha berries? What am I, ten?

When it was done, there was... enough. It was more food than I had ever made, in one sitting, and I was able to spread it out so that everyone got at least a bit. Still, by the time I had managed to serve seven canines, the amount I had in my own bowl was not what I’d call a complete meal. Still, what I’d made seemed to have gone over well with the others, and in true Pokemon fashion, nobody was going to resent free food.

We sat together, as the sun disappeared over the mountains. Subject Beta spent some time with Delta-3 and Delta-4, the three of them chasing each other around in circles. Delta-1(the Growlithe) curled up against the side of Subject Delta, taking in the larger canine’s warmth in a display of intimacy I honestly wish I’d had the thought to photograph. The thought occurred to me, for perhaps the tenth time, that the Arcanine was in the same Egg Group as all of his pack-mates, and it was therefore more than possible that he had sired all of them. Seeing Subject Delta with an almost identical, but smaller dog curled up next to him left very little doubt in my mind that the two of them, at least, were father and daughter.

Subject Alpha didn’t really move from her spot. I knew from my time with her that she was still far from being back to full strength. Not that she would let herself look weak, especially not to other Pokemon. She took pretty deliberate steps, in an attempt to hide the fact that she didn’t have the full range of motion on her left flank. When the Houndour, Delta-2, started sniffing around her hindquarters with all the subtlety of a teenage boy, her response was a snap of her jaws in front of the younger canine’s snout. It was sudden, and of a ferocity that might have been over-compensating. It did the job, however; Delta-2 scrambled to the other side of the fire and dutifully pretended like he hadn’t been up to anything.

It was such a nice image. The last of the sunlight fading, the glow of the fire as it fell on a collection of fr

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Sorry. I started tearing up, all of a sudden, and for the life of me, I can’t piece together why.

Anyway, I was shortly about to find out that there was more to tonight than a quiet get-together. I think, the first clue that something was up was when Subject Delta barked something to the other fire canines. I don’t know exactly what, but considering the near universal cry of chagrin that came from Deltas 1 through 4, my guess was that it was time for them to go home. A stern, and definitely fatherly look from Subject Delta stifled any further complaints, and soon the four of them were turning around and trudging down the mountain.

That was when I noticed that Subject Delta wasn’t following them. He stayed in his chosen spot, stretched out in front of the fire. Subject Beta chirped after the younger creatures, tail slapping against the ground, but he also stayed by the fire. And finally, Subject Alpha stayed. Her look of quiet, inscrutable intensity was back, and with fewer things to distract her, she was free to point it at me with impunity.

As she started to walk towards me, I tried to busy myself with cleaning up. I think I said something about how nice it was to actually see the sunset, something about how much firewood we had left and how I probably needed to start thinking about how to safely extinguish what we had going. I think I got halfway through promising to pull some bottled water from my Bag when I suddenly felt a Mightyena crash, head-first, against the back of my knee. I fell to my hands and knees in the dirt, and before I could protest Subject Alpha was hopping up onto the back of my shins, jaws clamping down onto the back of my pants.

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I can’t explain the soup of emotions I felt, when Subject Alpha pulled down my pants and exposed my ass, for the other two to see. Thinking about it now, I’m completely mortified. Subject Alpha had planned this. She had waited until I had my back to both Beta and Delta, and when she pinned my pants down between my knees with one paw, she made sure to step back to make sure the two other canines had the best possible view. I thought I was going to have a heart attack, as I looked back.

Subject Beta was wide-eyed and flustered. If it was at all possible, I think he might have been more embarrassed than I was. It didn’t stop him from looking, however. It didn’t stop his tail from slapping the ground, excitedly. And it most definitely did not stop the growing little bit of red I could see, poking from between his hind legs. This might have been the clearest look he had ever gotten of me without my clothes, and he took it in with an intensity that bordered on a sort of lewd awe.

Subject Delta was, by comparison, less easily impressed. He turned his head, to get a better look at me. I could feel his eyes on my body, in the same way as I felt Subject Beta’s. However, his were... I don’t know how to describe it. He was appraising. Calculating. I could see him sorting me into a mental catalog of hindquarters, that he had seen and has access to. How I rated on that list, I couldn’t say. If the lazy wag of his tail and the ghost of a dog-smile on his lips were any indication, he definitely didn’t dislike what he was seeing.

Regaining my composure enough to protest took longer than I’m proud to admit. A lot longer. What’s worse, it felt like my complaints were too anemic. I tried to stand, tried to get my hands off the ground so I could cover myself. I asked Subject Alpha what she was doing. But no sooner did I start to push up than I heard the snap of jaws behind me. Subject Alpha leaned forward, as close to my ear as she was able, and growled dark promises in my ear about what she intended to do, if I didn’t play along. Something about her sounds, and her heat, and the weight of her body pinning me in place, drained the fight and the dignity out of me to a degree that would have been alarming, if it hadn’t already happened a dozen times, before last night.

I was beside myself. Unable to move, or even to beg the two male canines behind me to stop staring at me like I was the second course, I could only bury my head under my arms and moan ineffectually into the grass. Behind me, Subject Alpha and Delta made noises back and forth at each other, conversationally. Delta’s deep ruffs had a heavy sardonic quality about them. Subject Alpha... sweet Mew save me. I had to be imagining the raw sexual potency, in the back of her growls. A few months ago, I wouldn’t have thought that Pokemon were able to make the sounds of seduction, for a bark to carry with it ideas that stirred my loins to the quivering, shameless extent they were stirred.

Suddenly, I felt a fuzzy foreleg drape itself across my back. Subject Alpha tried to negotiate her paw onto my ass-cheek, an action that her distinct lack of coordination did not really facilitate. It took several attempts, several rakes of her nails against my skin, before she was able to find her grip. As caught up in the sudden sensation as I was, as distracted as I was going to be with the knowledge that I’d have marks for days, it was only when she had finally gotten her footing and stayed still, that I realized what she was doing. She was holding my cheek open, exposing me completely to the other dinner guests.

Things were quiet, for a minute, save for the heavy panting noise that could only have been coming from the Absol. I was shaking. Pinned to the ground, being spread open, completely at the mercy of powerful, horny Pokemon. I was scared. I was terrified in a way that I can’t describe. But sweet Mew, sweet and merciful All-Mother Mew, I was getting off on it. I was beyond getting off on it. I thought I was about to empty my balls, right then and there, with everyone watching.

Paradoxically, when Subject Delta got up and approached me, it actually helped keep me from going off. It gave me other things to focus on. Like the sudden heat that bloomed near my backside, the electrifying puffs of air from a powerful nose. It was difficult to get normal about being forced into an exhibitionist display, when you find yourself suddenly dealing with the feeling of a tongue against your hole. For a brief moment, I experienced what it was like to be a female Electrike in heat, on the bank of a river on a warm spring day. I’m sure, had the Silph Goggles been recording, they would have tried to identify me as a female Pokemon in heat, going purely off the noises I heard myself making.

At the time, however, I was beyond caring. I put my hands back on the ground and lifted my head up, attempting to keep myself in just the right spot to experience that relentless assault. Subject Beta had wandered over to my side, his eyes glued to my face as he watched it contort in pleasure. I needed no words from the Absol, in order to know that he thought I was beautiful at that moment, but that didn’t stop him from offering plaintive whines of that nature. I don’t know if something in my eyes read like an invitation, but before I was quite aware of what he was planning, I felt his front paws on my shoulders. An instant later, and I felt his hot, musky cock scrape itself against my lips and nose.

Around that time, Subject Alpha removed herself from my body, clearly confident that I was no longer going anywhere. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her flop onto her side beside me. I could only see a fraction of her, but the way she lay was haughty, regal, almost imperial. I knew, from where she was, she would see the three of us in the glow of the fire. It was the perfect seat from which she could watch her human put on a show for her.

I could not even begin to think of letting her down. Of letting any of them down.

I got my lips around Subject Alpha and began to service him in the way you can really only do when you’ve been made absolutely starving for cock. He tasted even better than last time. He sounded better, too; what was once a noise of surprise and confusion became one of surprise and sublime rapture. I’d barely given myself time to slick him up, before I was bobbing against his belly with a natural rhythm.

Subject Delta was not going to let me savor my prize, however. His forepaws landed on either side of my hips with weighty thuds, replacing the warmth of his tongue with the warmth of his fur before I could even register the former’s absence. And then, suddenly but inevitably, I felt something press against the ring of my anus, so hot I could almost imagine the steam coming up from the Arcanine’s saliva. The tip of that pointed dog cock pressed in, squirting my insides with the first dollop of warm, runny pre. Strong, heavy paws wrapped themselves around my hips. Suddenly, I was completely and totally covered by the bodies of both canines.

Subject Delta was larger than Subject Beta, in just about every respect. I had a pretty good idea that he was going to be more of a challenge to take, from the first time I saw him. Even so, I don’t think spying on him from a distance of around a hundred feet was sufficient warning for what was spreading me open. If there was anything that prevented last night from becoming a calamity, it was the fact that Subject Delta was seemingly perfectly shaped for this kind of thing. Tapered at one end, the feeling was not unlike that of one of those trainer dildos. An organic trainer dildo, and easily the thickest and cruelest trainer I had ever experienced, but to his credit, the Arcanine didn’t hurt.

I hadn’t noticed it, at the time, but Subject Delta was almost gentle. He sawed his way in and out of my ass with patent restraint, testing my limits with each push foward before rocking back to something more comfortable. His cock spit and drooled almost constantly, leaving me feeling hot and slick moments in those moments between stretchings. Every time he finished his stroke in, he was always just the tiniest bit deeper in than the last time. It was a novel approach, one that had me making absolutely shameful noises around the Absol in my mouth. Where do you suppose he learned a trick like that? How many times had he found himself entering a creature’s ass, like this, before he learned the need for this kind of finesse? Had he done this sort of thing to males, before?

These are questions I’m asking now. I think it goes without saying that I was beyond idle curiosity, at that point.

Subject Alpha did not have the restraint of his older, larger counterpart. The way he was standing, arms up on a creature’s back, while something hot and wet slid up and down his member, clearly spoke to that primal part of his mind that told him he was mating. He tried to restrain himself, after the first errant thrust of his hips sent the tip of his member down my throat to a depth I wasn’t prepared for. He was fighting a war, in his own mind, between his fear of hurting me and his own rapidly approaching orgasm. It manifested in a nervous tremble of the hips, a shallow rocking motion as he chattered and sang above me.

For a while, it was all I could do to just keep the night going. There were just too many sensations, too many things to focus on. As soon as Subject Delta was confident I could handle him, he was throwing his hips into me with gusto. Subject Alpha made helpless, fawning cries as I tried to take him deeper, as I dedicated more and more of my focus on trying to truly and properly deepthroat him. I could just barely hear Subject Alpha beside me, her deep and sensual chuckles the perfect harmony to the sounds of animal noises, heavy breathing and the protests of my own throat.

Subject Alpha went off first. All of a sudden, I felt the claws of one of his hind legs on my shoulder, and then my throat was forcefully invaded. His knot slipped past my lips, as he let out a strangled howl of pleasure. I found myself helplessly pinned, unable to breathe. He writhed inside me, stretching my esophagus with every pulse as he dumped shot after shot directly into my stomach. How I got through it without passing out, I have no idea. All I know is, after what felt like an eternity, Subject Alpha had to pull the Absol off of me, so I could collapse face-down into the dirt, coughing and panting.

I did not have time to recover before Subject Delta took his moment. As loopy as I was, I didn’t seem to notice that the Arcanine was trying to bury himself in my ass, until the moment right before he locked himself in. That’s when I felt my insides become hot. Almost unbearably hot. Sweet Mew, I just felt so damn full, by the time the two of them were finished emptying their balls into me.

Needless to say, I was a mess. With Subject Delta squirming against my prostate, and with everything else I was surrounded by, I found myself losing control about halfway through the Arcanine’s orgasm. It was a delirious experience, a shuddering, dribbling paroxysm. I felt like I was melting, like my muscles were failing and I was going to just fall apart like a broken machine. The whole ordeal didn’t take long, if the height of the campfire was any indication. Even so, it felt like it lasted just about forever.

It took maybe thirty minutes for Subject Delta to deflate and pull himself from out of me. Alpha and Beta nuzzled up to me, during that time. The former spent most of her evening licking the sweat off my body and making noises that I could only translate as being various Mightyena versions of the phrase “good boy.” The Absol whined apologetically, seemingly horrified that he might have almost seriously hurt me. I tried to console him as much as my lust-drunk state allowed. Of course, I wasn’t what one might call “eloquent,” about it. In fact, I seem to recall saying some pretty embarrassing things about how much I liked being treated like a piece of mea

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I never made it back to my cot, that night. I woke up the next morning, naked from the waist down, in the center of a pile of fur. Subject Alpha, Subject Beta, Subject Delta... Delta’s packmates, for some reason. As I lay there, slowly remembering what happened the previous night, taking in the evidence that was all over and inside of me... I felt, strangely, at peace. Embarrassed? Yes. Regretting the fact that I was going to have to requisition yet another pair of pants? Also yes. But, at least at that moment, I wasn’t thinking about Subject Epsilon, or whether I had crossed a line, or what all this meant for my career as a Lab assistant.

I think, if I could put it words, the sentence that would describe what I was thinking was “It’s going to be an interesting summer.”