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"Somebody tried to get in last night, didn't they?"

Royal looked to her trainer with her sagely eyes. She didn't nod, but the look in her gaze said everything. She had been the one to spot the disturbed gate, and she followed the scent trail with her nose to the ground from the curb to the shed, where signs of tampering were evident.

"I think somebody was just casing us. What do you think, girl?"

Now the Arcanine let loose a bark. It was sharp and sudden, an emphatic yes to the human who understood her so well, and the burn in her eyes said she welcomed the opportunity to bust a burglar. Her trainer smiled and stroked gently along her crown. "Good to see we're on the same page. I take it I'm leaving you out here tonight?"

Royal barked again, and this time swished her tail. A grin spread across her face, eventually baring her teeth.

"Well," her trainer said, his smile dozy but coy, "just don't kill anyone. You know. Bite him and hold him down, but then we let the police do their thing." He yawned and turned on his heel. "I need to get ready for work. I'll see you tonight, girl."

What Royal couldn't tell her master, and what she would have never told him anyway, was that she wanted to catch this thief because she smelled pussy on him. It was strange to make the distinction, but she knew he was male, and she knew he had female equipment. Royal waited patiently through the day and into the night, waiting well after her master came home and went to bed. She waited, unfazed by the chilling air, for the burglar with the pussy to come back and try again.

Three in the morning, cold enough that even a tiny huff of breath from her fiery body produced a dense, but short-lived haze. Royal's human was inside and sound asleep. She had deviated from her cycle of skulking and catnapping only to welcome him home and see him off to bed, and then she was back outside, waiting. The Arcanine had been camped out for fourteen hours before the burglar came back. Royal mentally congratulated herself on having such patience. She was a very prideful creature.

The burglar in his sweat pants and matching black sweatshirt was not an impressive sight to Royal, who was six feet tall at her shoulders and powerful enough to leave a house in doomed blazes if she wanted to do such a thing. What the burglar actually was was cute, so thought Royal, whose nose picked up on the smell of muff in the air as he stalked across the yard, moving right past her as she lie in the shadows. He smelled good, and he looked exceptionally fuzzy. Despite single-digit temperatures and his thin clothing, he appeared perfectly comfortable.

What she could see best of him, and which made it trivial to follow him in the night, was his tail. He made no effort to cover it, and its huge, banded brush was vibrantly colored and easily the breadth of his own torso. Royal liked a pretty tail, and it added one more reason as to why her interest in this burglar had little to do with her concern for her master.

The thief defeated the lock of the shed, leaving the frame around around the knob splintered and bulging. He slipped inside and clicked on his flashlight, throwing its beam sloppily through the door at times as he perused the junk within. Royal's human kept nothing but the gardening tools and Christmas decorations in there, and the bushy-tailed intruder realized it quickly. He was on his way out when the Arcanine made her appearance, putting herself in the doorway. Her posture - head down, hindquarters raised, ears flat against her skull - was a fierce one.

The fox saw her outline and froze, but the reality of the situation didn't hit him until he scanned his light across her face. He saw her red eyeshine and he shrieked, dropping the light and flinching back into the shadows. His shoulder blades pounded into the far wall with enough force to quake the entire shed. The Arcanine skulked closer with a throaty grumble in her breast. She bumped the flashlight with a paw, rolling it under the workbench where its beam pointed only to the wall.

"Oh, fuck," the thief panted, vapor rolling from his lips as he whined helplessly. He eased off of the wall and raised his black, bare paws, splaying his fingers in the universal show of intimidation. A bruise on his shoulder throbbed, but he stopped himself from massaging it, wondering what the Pokemon would make of him reaching suddenly for his back. "I'm not-. I'm leaving. I'll even-, even pay for the door. I know you Pokemon can understand words. Right?" He whined and repeated urgently, "Right?"

Royal tilted her head. She smiled. The door? She didn't care, and she thought in a lesser thread of cognition that her master wouldn't care much either. She crept to the thief, growling once again, but the sound had dropped an octave and become a menacing reverberation which the skinny fox could feel through the air.

"Nice girl... nice girl," the fox muttered, pressing into the wall. The bruise flooded his mind with pain signals, but he wanted to keep away more than he wanted the pain to quit. He thought maybe if he pressed hard enough on the wall with his bruised shoulder, then just maybe he could push over the flimsy thing and escape like that. Maybe. It was stupid, and he knew it, but the Arcanine had begun to bare her teeth, and her width took up most of the narrow shed, making an already claustrophobic space unbearably tight. He couldn't get around her. Stepping over her, putting his delicate groin that close to her mandibles, was simply out of the question. "Nice-, nice girl," he said again, like a skipping record.

The Arcanine was not a nice girl. Not unless the person addressing her was her master, or one of the other trainers he spent time with. She let loose a sudden, sharp rrruff! of a bark and watched with predatory delight as the invader's ears flattened and his posture changed, body bowing backward, bottom sliding onto the workbench. Royal lunged for one of his feet, now elevated, and the thief shrieked of mercy and remorse and quite a few very panicked, very foul words when her jaws fully engulfed his foot. She bit down, pricking his flesh. He screamed. Royal's human heard the scream and stirred, remembered that she was outdoors, and rolled over in bed to reclaim his sleep.

Royal grinned around the burglar's foot. She had it up to the ankle and she knew as well as he did that one bite could maim him for life. In his panic, he kicked at her head with his other foot. In the darkness, he missed her completely the first two swipes, sending small gusts of air past her ears. His third kick connected, grazing her head. She grumbled, letting go of his foot only to lunge again, diving under his next kick. The Arcanine ignored his maddened shrieking and bit down on the leg of his sweat pants, ripping holes into the permeable fabric. She yanked and tugged, snarling and grinning. Her penis dangled below her belly, a fat red rocket drizzling musky fluid on the cracked cement pad.

The burglar's pants ripped up the inner seam but held elsewhere, and Royal's one-sided game of tug-o-war began and ended very quickly. She pulled his pants off into a partially-ruined heap, leaving orange legs naked and a panty-covered crotch vulnerable. She could smell the pussy more strongly than ever, and she lunged to close the gap. The pad of her nose mashed into the crook's loins, breaking him out of a hapless sob with a cry.

"What are you doing?" he bleated, batting at her head uselessly, thinking crazily, this isn't part of the script! This isn't how this show goes down! Royal sniffed him deeply, all the while staring up into his eyes. She had the gift of low-light vision, unlike the fox.

Royal partook of him a few moments before she pulled back. The expression on her face was one of zen, but she barked sharply once more. Now she backpedaled, keeping her eyes on the fox, watching him slip away from the wall in his timid way. When his feet were on the floor, she barked yet again, and when he did not comply the way she hoped, she came near and nosed him, pushing him until he turned.

Like she had with his pants, Royal bit into the fabric of his panties. Her teeth grazed his flesh through his fur, and despite himself he gasped in pleasure. "Are you going to screw me?" he asked lamely, sliding down his panties after the Arcanine's first tug on them.

Royal loosed another bark, her most reliable vocal communication, then reared up and bumped Desmond's back with her heavy paws. He merely staggered forward from her bump, but he capitulated to her demand, dropping to his paws and knees glumly. "I guess you're not a girl," he murmured.

Whatever Royal was or wasn't had no bearing on the fact that she mounted him eagerly, fore paws on his hips and cock wagging in the icy air. In the darkness, she nudged her red meat against the quivering, thick mound of his vulva. Its fat canine flesh parted easily for Royal, accepting her pointed and later knotted cock naturally and invitingly despite the circumstances.

The thieving fox shuddered. A flavor like he had been sucking on pennies lingered in his throat, his heart still pounded like a turbocharged engine, but he took pleasure from the Arcanine's entry. Her plump knot bumped his vulva and he grunted. Royal promptly dropped her weight onto him, her dense breast slamming into his back, and he uttered a winded cry. His arms trembled under her weight and his own before buckling, putting him on his elbows, and Royal's fore paws on the cement.

Clearly the new arrangement was just fine to Royal who began giddily humping the thief from her new face-down, ass-up posture. Her stout and unmistakably feminine hips pistoned and pumped, jerking her thick meat back and pounding it in again over and over with no deviation, only single-minded lust. The scent of the pussy she pounded filled the tiny, cramped shed, adding flavor which was enthralling despite the dry, cold air.

"Gawd, ooh," the burglar squeaked beneath Royal, heard but not acknowledged by the burly Pokemon. He reached upwards and touched Royal awkwardly, his fingers slipping into her plush mane. "I'm not-, not gonna try to hurt you or anything... I just wanna touch," he said, shakily. "You're warm. And it's so cold down here."

Royal grumbled affectionately, shaking the young intruder's body. Her rhythm quickened and roughened, the instinctive urge to fuck and knot and breed beginning to take hold as the pleasure mounted. Her mate was good for this purpose, and her human's well-trained ass was a regular recipient of her thick and bulbous knot, but it was this fox's plump, dripping spade which Royal liked most of all. She knew its shape innately, just as she recognized its unique sexual stink, and this instinctive knowledge commanded her to fuck it until the fox couldn't walk. It was a canine cunt, a perfect match for a dog's cock, and Royal listened to her instincts. She pounded the thief and every thrust smashed her knot into his vulva, flattening its somewhat spongy flesh only for it to ooze back into shape the moment she pulled back again. A lewd double-tap began soon, a suck as she pulled back and a slurp when she rammed it home again. The burglar was horrendously wet for her, and he whimpered in perverse need.

Fertile seed swam in Royal's bouncing balls, ready for the incompatible but willing depths of the burglar-turned-fuckpet. The Arcanine grumbled and groused, the sounds unmistakably warm. Hot breath rolled out of her mouth, each humid exhalation like opening an oven door. Her fiery nature saw licks of fire roll off her sagging tongue like embers from a muscle car's exhaust.

The burglar ground back into Royal, wiggling into her hips with his limited range of motion. Beneath her, he had begun to whimper and mutter lewd nothings. Royal listened but did not acknowledge. If the foxcoon came, that was fine and well for him, but Royal cared little about his enjoyment. She fucked him, pounded him, bruised his thick box with her pulverizing knot. The rumble ever present in her breast deepened, her breaths quickening but never changing from sharp, greedy gasps to feed her massive lungs. It was as though she were running in a marathon, taxing her body to its limits.

"Oh fuck, yes. Yes," said the fox urgently, a dumb smile twisting up the corners of his mouth. "Oh, gawd, I'm gonna cum for you," he crooned, gripping her mane. "Are-, are you gonna knot me?"

Royal couldn't help herself. She was grinning over the fox's prescience, though maybe it was just an obvious conclusion to come to. The Arcanine mashed her knot purposefully into his throbbing vulva anyway, each thrust shoving the fox, and all which kept him from sliding on the floor like a hockey puck was her weight on his shoulders. It was with those great, rude bucks that the Pokemon spurred in the thief what could be described only as a wild orgasm: the fox muttered and groaned, his body flattening out against the concrete like a spilled drink. His vaginal muscles tightened and released in staccato rhythms, drawing a yielding huff from the Arcanine who began to feel the first inkling of the bliss which had enveloped her prey.

Wetness gushed from the thieving fox, rolling across Royal's knotted cock, sticking to it like thin honey. He panted and whimpered, crowed and moaned, bushy tail swaying and toes clenching into gnarls.

Royal's business slowed, but grew more severe. Her thrusts were brutal, lifting the fox, drilling her pointed dogcock into the depths of his cunt. Her knot crushed his vulva more viciously than he had ever known, every crash of its bulk into his pussy like a battering ram threatening to breach him any moment now. She went on and on, laboriously nailing the squirming, huffing thing at her feet until, by some combination of luck and determination, her bulbous knot passed his plump cuntlips and drew a shriek of pleasurable pain from his lips.

A deep and satisfied growl rumbled out of the Pokemon. Having the totality of her red meat in the foxcoon was the stimulation she needed, and with that achieved, she erupted with a snarl. Her body tensed, her back arching, but her breast mashed into the burglar. Thick ropes of her fertile slop shot free, filling his infertile body abruptly. The plug of her knot wasn't enough to keep so much cum inside of such a relatively small creature, and a jet of it ejaculated from the fox's box, following the path of least resistance. Royal wriggled deeper inside, and the intruder's overfilled cunt spit a second runner onto the concrete. The rest of Royal's seed remained in him.

The Arcanine draped herself fully and contentedly over the fox. He asked in a quiet, weary voice, "Are you gonna let me go after this? Am I going to jail tonight?"

Royal closed her eyes and yawned. Once he was off of her knot, whatever her master wanted to do with the thief was his business, not hers. But until then, she kept him close, warm, and very safe indeed.