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File Name: Arcanine Affections

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File Type: Story:Adult:M/F:Arcanine x Human

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Details: Affectionate Arcanine's Appropriately Ardent Arousability

Keith shifted fitfully in his sleep, rolling slightly to his left. There was something warm and heavy against his side, and the most delicious warmth and wetness blanketing his achingly-stiff cock.

Consciousness returned slowly, but fully, and Keith hissed softly to himself as that velvety tongue trailed in a coaxing swirl around his tip, drawing him into a heated muzzle.

“T-Tammy?" Keith asked.

A tail swatted Keith in the face with a surprising amount of force, and pushed his head back into the pillows, leaving his ears ringing. Keith stared at the ceiling for several long moments, while an upside-down face appeared over top of him.

“Vul?" Tammy queried, touching his cheek with a concerned paw.

Keith then realised that the figure laid out beside him was far too large to be a vulpix, and even too large to be Summer. In fact, Summer was laying on the bed opposite and staring at him with a mildly amused expression.

“Aleda?" Keith asked incredulously, sitting up and throwing back the blankets to find a creamy-gold fox muzzle in his lap, her jaws parted around the throbbing length of his cock.

Aleda paused, and then pulled off him, turning to peer back at him with narrowed red eyes, her tails giving the slowest of agitated flicks.

“What… what are you doing?" Keith asked, mystified. Tammy or Summer he could have definitely seen waking him up again in that fashion, but Aleda?

Aleda stared at him for several long moments, and then snorted once and returned to his cock. She gave a glancing lick over the tip of it, swirling her velvety-soft black muscle along his tip. Her paws grasped his base, pulling him upright so she could press her muzzle back down over him, right to the very base, holding the entirety of his aching, throbbing cock in her mouth.

Keith wasn't sure how long she'd been coaxing him in his sleep, but given how stiff he was, it had to have been a good few minutes.

Aleda swallowed around his tip gently, and Keith felt each motion of the muscular spasm around his tip. She had him so perfectly seated in her muzzle that the swallow tugged deliciously at his tip, coaxing him with a gentle tugging that had beads of precum spilling across the back of her tongue.

Keith bit his bottom lip, and his hands found her tails on reflex, squeezing one of them as he arched. Aleda's eyes narrowed, and she tilted to give him a look of such pure venom that he released her tails immediately, becoming acutely aware of how many sharp pointed teeth were delicately cradling his length.

After ascertaining that Keith wasn't going to touch her tails any more, Aleda snorted and pulled back, paws holding him steady as powerful, feathering licks of her tongue brushed over his tip, the incredibly soft flesh of her tongue caressing each millimetre of his crown.

Keith reached forwards for her haunches instead, resting palm against the fluffy fur there, squeezing slightly, his toes digging into the mattress.

“Vul?" Tammy asked, and Keith realised belated that the vulpix was still standing over him.

Tammy moved to push past Aleda and towards his crotch, but a pair of tails lifted to block her. She blinked once, and then tried to go around them, but they doggedly stayed in front of her nose, stopping her from passing.

“V-vul?" Tammy asked, confused.

“Nine!" Alead barked, pausing in her work on Keith to berate the vulpix.

Tammy's ears splayed back, and she gave an apologetic 'vul…' before padding away to curl up on the edge of the bed, resting chin on her tails to watch Aleda work.

Aleda watched the vulpix with narrowed eyes, making sure she wasn't going to attempt to get close again, before returning to Keith's cock once more. Soft paws encircled his base, holding him upright so she could lather his tip with a flurry of warm licks, before she pressed her muzzle back over him and started to give powerful, short bobs.

“Fuuuuck…" Keith hissed between clenched teeth, hips instinctively arching into the wet warmth consuming his cock.

Aleda paused in her motions, and glanced back at him for a moment, red eyes narrowing intently, before she leaned forwards and started to bob on him with fervent, intent, quite deliberate motions. Her soft creamy muzzle bobbed on his cock over and over again, velvety black tongue grinding against his tip as she sank down and feathering against it as she rose up. The onslaught of wildly stimulating pleasure soon had Keith clenching his toes in the blankets, legs kicking helplessly, while his palms squeezed her haunches reflectively.

With a soft snort, Aleda pulled back entirely, holding his twitching cock between both forepaws, watching it twitch and jerk and throb in the air in front of her nose. He was scant moments from climax, and the sly vulpine knew. She waited carefully, watching him impassively until the twitching had died down just enough, before leaning forwards and feathering his tip with a flurry of deliberate licks, her soft tongue striking against him with pleasurable intensity in almost random stripes of molten pleasure.

Immediately, the throbbing in the stiff cock came back in full force, and Aleda smirked smugly while still swirling her tongue over him.

Keith's hips arched up off the bed, and his feet kicked almost helplessly as he bit down on his tongue, held on edge by the soft flicking of her tongue against him.

Humming faintly, Aleda slowed her strokes, smearing the beading precum at his tip back over his own cock, before leaning forwards and giving him a single heavenly bob of her heated muzzle on his cock. She smirked to herself, watching his cock twitch in front of her nose once more, idly licking around his crown to keep him on edge.

“A-Aleda, please," Keith almost whimpered, hands reaching down desperately to try and find her head so he could push her onto his cock.

Aleda snorted once at his tone, and pursed her lips, turning back to glare at him, before she turned back to his cock and consumed him, burying herself right to his base once more. Her tongue curled and ground against his tip, and she gave a series of harsh bobs back and forth, until the throbbing in his cock reached fever-pitch.

As the first heavy gush of human spunk flooded her mouth, Aleda pushed down and held him deep in her muzzle, holding him in that perfect spot so that as she started to swallow her prize the natural pressure tugged and coaxed at his cock, urging him to spill even more down her throat.

Keith's fingers gripped her fur tightly, and he bucked urgently into her muzzle, his hips moving on their own as he emptied his balls down her throat, legs kicking and thrashing at the bedsheets.

After nearly thirty seconds of exhausted pleasure, Keith finally fell back into a spent puddle, groaning at the ceiling incoherently.

Aleda pulled back and licked her lips carefully, giving his cock a few strokes of her tongue to ensure it was close before turning in place to face him, red eyes narrowed at him intently, staring. It took Keith several long moment to realise she was staring at him, and he blinked up at her, confused.

“Oh, uh… thanks," Keith said sheepishly, reaching a hand up to ruffle her headfur. “That was… something else."

Aleda narrowed her eyes at him further, almost expectantly.

Keith gave her a mystified stare, and then stroked her headfur carefully. “I enjoyed it?"

Aleda's glower turned darker, and her tails started to twitch in agitation.

“Vul?" Tammy queried, and Aleda shot her such a look of annoyance that she immediately hid her face under a single brown tail.

Keith cringed slightly, and then gave the ninetales a long stare, looking her up and down, trying to put two and two together. “You silly fox," he chided, wrapping an arm around her middle to pull her down against him.

Aleda gave a yip of protest, and huffed, her ears flattening and tails giving a mad little wriggle against him. “Nine!"

“You don't have to… do that, you know," Keith said, giving her a concerned stare.

Aleda pursed her lips and stared right back at him, almost pouting.

Keith snerked, and then kissed her nose gently. “I mean, even though I do like it the best when you do it…"

Aleda watched him impassively, her eyes narrowing, glowering at him for several long, silent seconds, before she snorted and gave a dismissive 'nine', and then pushed her nose against his chin and throat, resting there.

Keith gave an inward sigh of relief, and then lifted a hand to start stroking smoothly down the length of her body. After a few minutes of this, however, the need to rest overtook him again, and he hugged the fox close against his chest, burying his face against her fur as he dozed.

---

A loud ringing noise interrupted Keith's nap, and he struggled awake under the weight of several tails, reaching a hand out to find his tablet, sitting on the bedside table. He picked it up, and pulled it atop Aleda's tails, resting it somewhere in front of his face and rubbing his thumb over it blindly until he found the slide bar and managed to answer the call.

“Whozat?"

“Keith?" Fiona asked, sounding slightly confused. “Are you okay?"

Keith made an indistinct noise, and pulled the tails away from his face, sitting up and staring at the screen of the tablet. Aleda was curled up on his bed, tails all askew, with Summer and Tammy forming two warm lumps between her forepaws. “I'm up, I'm up. What's going on?"

“Nothing much, just calling to make sure you got my email?"

Keith scratched his chin, and then opened up his email folder, spotting the new message from Fiona amidst several dozen others. “Okay, yeah, I see it."

“It contains a map-app that will lead to you the lab. I told them you'd be there today… you will be there today?"

Keith nodded tiredly. “Yeah, sure. I'm just a bit out of it, to be honest."

“Moomoo milk. Buy some," Fiona stated.

Keith grumbled slightly to himself. “Okay, fine, I will. But with how these pokemon are around me I might just need to skip the bottle and get an actual moomoo."

“That can be arranged?" Fiona offered bluntly.

“Oh Arceus no, she'd probably end up trying to fuck me," Keith responded with a rueful smile. “Anyhow, I'll head off to the lab today. Uh, I take it that it's top-secret?"

“Relatively speaking, yes?"

“So just me and my pokemon, nobody else?" Keith asked carefully.

“Nobody else, at all," Fiona responded flatly. “Tell your groupie that you're doing another film."

Keith paused, and then laughed at the idea of calling Alice a 'groupie', and then immediately sobered up as he thought about how hard she could punch. “Okay, I will, thanks."

---

The sun was high in the sky overhead while Keith glumly ate a bowl of cereal. He had vaguely considered getting something heartier, but it still felt like earning morning to him. Aleda was seated in a chair opposite him, muzzle buried in a bowl of brown pokechow while both Tammy and Summer were standing on the table itself at their own smaller bowls.

“Finally awake?" Alice asked.

Keith looked up to find Alice and Lucia striding towards him. Lucia narrowed her eyes at him, not even breaking eye contact.

“Oh yeah, had a late night," Keith said, rubbing his forehead with a palm.

“You were asleep by seven," Alice responded with a roll of her eyes.

Keith grumbled to himself, glumly resting his cheek on a palm and stirring his cereal with his spoon. “Oh right. I'm not used to all of this travelling and sex and travelling and sex."

Lucia gave him a long stare, her tail rapidly twitching back and forth each time he mentioned 'sex'.

“I've walked further in the last couple months than I ever walked anywhere in my life."

Alice smirked a little bit, and sat down beside Aleda, resting her chin on both palms. “So what's the plan for today?"

“Off into the woods," Keith said automatically, and then paused for a long moment, remembering he was supposed to keep it secret. “Uhhh, there's a big stone out there. Gonna transform Summer into a leafeon and fuck her some more, actually."

Alice stared at him, looking completely unconvinced by his explanation. “You're going to evolve her.. Just for a porn shoot?"

Keith gave a short nod. “Pretty much."

Summer lifted her head from her bowl, and gave an affirmative 'vee!', though both Alice and Lucia stared at them dubiously, with almost the exact same expressions on their faces.

---

Keith was picking his way through the forest around Ecruteak, following vague directional instructions from the app on his tablet. It gave general directions, leading him down an old forest path that was populated solely by rattata and a single stantler seen in the distance before disappearing between some trees.

According to the map on his tablet, the 'facility' was somewhere quite close by. All that Keith could see nearby was a rocky gully with a thin stream trickling through moss-covered rocks and a single stantler pointedly ignoring them, drinking from a relatively calm pool of water.

Aleda snorted at him, and sat down on her haunches, keeping her tails carefully lifted just above the forest floor, and pointing with one fluffy orange tailtip towards a large rock-face up against one of the edges of the gully.

Keith followed the line of her tail, and then looked back at her, and the very put-upon expression she was giving him, like she was explaining a very simple concept and he just wasn't understand.

“What?" Keith huffed, looking back at the rock and then back to Aleda, before he blinked and looked back at the rock once again. All at once, what had seemed like a simple rockface resolved itself into an old, moss-covered bunker entrance built into the gulley. It was old, with pitted, unkempt surfaces that blended in with the rocks. There was a slightly worn path leading down the entrance, and an old copper-coloured door with an inset keypad.

He blinked once. The old pitted walls blended in so well with the rocks that everything kind of blended together.

“Okay, yeah, fine," Keith said, snorting once to himself while Aleda arched an eyebrow at him.

“Vee!" Summer chirped, sauntering past him and towards the door, scratching at the base of it.

Keith moved over to the doorway as well, and then lifted a fist to knock on it. The sound echoed dully, as though it was deserted.

“I feel like I'm being goofed," Keith muttered, frowning to himself and knocking again. The shiny portion of metal stood out rather starkly against the older door, and on a hunch, Keith lifted his tablet to hold it near the shiny portion.

There was a soft musical tone as the hardware recognized his tablet and then a heavy clunking of a locking mechanism moving, and the door opened a half-inch. Air-conditioned air rushed out in a flurry, and Keith gave a faint smile of triumph. “Well, shit."

The door swung inwards effortlessly, clearly weighted to open smoothly. Keith stepped inside, finding a pair of dark stairs heading downwards with a dim bulb on a rope hanging from the ceiling at the bottom. Aleda, Tammy, and Summer all followed after, and as Keith took his first steps down the stairs, the door closed behind them, cutting off the outside light.

Having nowhere else to go, Keith descended the stairs, shoes clunking on the metal steps. Inside the bunker the air was still, but clean, with no visible dust and a certain 'dry' quality to it that Keith associated with air conditioning. The bottom of the stairs levelled out into a longer hallway and a small bunker complex that was likely built during the war for military storage and then retrofitted at a later date. Old concrete walls clashed with newer LED lights in strips along the hallways, while new electrical cabling and fluid pipes snakes across the ceiling. A face poked out of a doorway further down the hall. “Ah, Keith?"

Keith waved a hand lamely. “Uh hi! I was beginning to think this place was empty."

“Mostly!" came the response as the elderly scientist came around the doorway properly to greet him. He was a grey-haired and bearded individual with a pair of round glasses, wearing a pair of jeans and a buttoned-up labcoat. He offered Keith his hand. “I'm Alfred. Pleased to meet you."

Keith shook his hand awkwardly. “It's nice to meet you, Alfred. I guess you already know who I am. No real idea what I'm doing here, honestly."

“Vee!" Summer said, bouncing in place.

Alfred immediately changed his attention to the little eevee, and smiled, picking her up and holding her in his arms, petting her little head. “Hi, Summer. How are you?"

“Vee!" Summer said happily, grabbing his hand to nibble on a fingertip affectionately. “Eevee!"

“Come along," Alfred said, turning on his hell and heading further down the hall.

Keith glanced into the room Alfred came out of, spying a cafeteria area combined with a lounge room, with a large television along one wall, and several beanbag chairs. The cafeteria had tables for eating, food preparation areas, and a big washing machine.

“Quite the uh, setup you have out here," Keith stated.

“One of the few places we could get zoning rights for our research machines for," Alfred explained with a chuckle. “All of the buildings in town are heritage-protected, not enough leeway for expansions and the like. Silhouette just carved out a bunch of deeper rooms in this old bunker and everything fits fine now."

“Silhouette?" Keith asked curiously.

Alfred looked back at him for a moment, pausing, and then making a face. “Violet Enterprises is a subsidiary of Silhouette. You didn't think that a… 'pokemon erotica group' would look good on research grants?"

Keith scratched the back of his head in embarrassment. “I never really gave it much thought actually. I just… I do what I'm told."

Alfred looked back at him, and then his stare softened slightly. “I do not agree with Violet Enterprises and I would prefer not to be associated with them, but I will not pretend that their influence hasn't jumped my research ahead decades… and any corporation with this kind of… access, can't have their hearts in the wrong place."

Keith furrowed his brow. “Access?"

Alfred frowned a moment, and then cleared his throat. “I fear I have said too much. Forget I mentioned it."

“I thought Silhouette was the name of the guy in charge of violet Enterprises?" Keith pressed.

Alfred paused, and then sized Keith up carefully. “What makes you so certain that Silhouette is a man?"

“I dunno, seems fitting for a person that runs a porn company," Keith responded with a slight shrug.

“Silhouette is the name given to a shadowy organization that pulls the strings in global markets and corporations, and perhaps it is also the name of the leader of said group. How would I know?" Alfred responded a little bit too airily.

Keith sized him up, squinting suspiciously. “You've met him, haven't you?"

Alfred smirked, and laughter twinkled in his eyes. “Indeed I have… but Silhouette doesn't realise that I know who they are."

Keith arched an eyebrow, thinking. “You mean… Silhouette is someone that just works at the company?"

“Of a kind," Alfred responded cryptically.

“It's Fiona," Keith stated confidently.

Alfred stared sideways at him. “Fiona is a singularly exceptional trainer and master of pokemon and though she has a grasp of the intricacies of corporate espionage and the like, she is hardly the kind to tolerate the kind of political meandering and minutia required to keep a company such as yours afloat."

Keith frowned, and then shrugged. “Well, who is it then?"

Alfred gave a chuckle. “Maybe one day you will figure it out for yourself."

Keith gave a long-suffering sigh at the non-answer as they rounded a corner into another room. This one was filled with lab equipment, and the entrance of it was a big air-lock hallway with decontamination spray jets lining it.

“Are you certain about this, little one?" Alfred asked, stroking Summer's head gently.

“Vee!" Summer declared, nodding intently.

“Very well," Alfred said, stepping into the hallway.

Keith followed awkwardly after, standing in the hallway also, while Aleda and Tammy stepped cautiously inside.

The door slid shut behind them, and a cool mist started to spray all around them. Aleda grumbled, and Tammy giggled, leaning in to the spray from the jets, fanning her tails over them playfully.

After a few moments, the door at the end of the hallway slid open, and the group stepped inside the main laboratory.

One entire wall of the lab was given over to a line of supercomputers, with winking lights blinking in tandem, and the soft hum of spinning processors. They all stood behind glass, with a faint mist surrounding it that made Keith think the room would be very cold. A series of hourglass-shaped suspension chambers held twinkling evolution stones, while two large display stands held a strange mossy stone and a shimmering boulder made of ice.

A desk stood along the other wall, with a computer on it for taking notes, post-it notes adorning it heavily, with writing pads, and research books piled up all around it. A chemistry set bubbled away happily, containing a dizzying array of liquids bubbling and evaporating and condensing and funnelling.

Sitting in the centre of the room however, was a single containment unit housing a length of shimmering purple strands.

Tammy moved to advance further into the room, but Aleda blocked her with her tails, giving her a stern glower. “Nine." With a little huff, the vulpix planted her rump, staring in wonder at all the twinkling lights and the evolution stones.

Alfred wasted no time in moving over to the big stand containing the mossy stone, depositing Summer atop it. Summer wavered on top of the stone for a moment, before she found her balance, glancing down at the mossy surface and cooing happily.

Alfred reached into his coat pocket, coming up with what looked like a candy in a bright pink wrapper. “Now say 'ahhh'," he said, smiling as he unwrapped the candy.

Summer leaned forwards and opened her muzzle expectantly, and Keith was struck by just how far he had fallen into the pool of degeneracy that that innocent motion from the eevee had him thinking rather carnal thoughts.

Alfred went to insert the candy into the proffered muzzle, but then he paused, head cocking to the side slightly.

“Vee?" Summer asked.

Alfred frowned deeply, and looked back over his shoulder. “You came alone, yes?"

Keith shrugged. “I mean, I left Alice back in town but yes, alone. I told her not to follow me."

Alfred cursed in some foreign language, and then there was an incredibly loud noise from back where they had come from. Even muffled by the decontamination airlock, the sound of metal being forcibly bent and twisted and torn was ear-rendingly loud.

There was silence after that, and Keith heard his heartbeat loud in his own ears, along with the breathing of Alfred and the three pokemon, all of them watching the airlock door.

There was a thump, a thud, and then the sound of heavy footsteps making their way down the stairs at the entrance, and a peculiar, terrifying scratching noise, like claws being dragged through a blackboard.

Thud.

Scriiiiitch.

Thud.

Scriii-iiiitch.

Thud.

“Hide!" Alfred hissed, picking up Summer and holding her to his chest as he flattened himself against the wall on the side of the door, motioning for Keith to do the same.

Keith was bewildered, but did as told, pressing himself up against the wall, with Tammy and Aleda crowding close around his legs while the thudding and scritching got closer.

“What are you doing in here?!" A voice asked, from somewhere in the hallway.

“Fayah?" A second voice responded, some kind of command.

There was another thud, and a cry of pain, and then silence again.

The airlock doorway at the end of the hallway slid open.

The pounding of heavy footsteps sounded again, and then the hiss of the decontamination jets activating.

Alfred leaned over, and flipped up a cover on an emergency button and then pressed it quietly.

The thudding footsteps moved slowly to the door, and then paused as the door refused to open. There was a wait of several tense seconds, and then a soft command was given.

Without any warning, a furred fist smashed through the glass, sending shards of glass spraying inwards. The fist turned, and ebony claws extended as a powerful downwards smash bent the metal door inwards and then gathered a fistful of it like it was no more than a rather stiff fabric. The door crumpled and then was dragged into the hallway, thrown against the wall carelessly as the owner of the fist walked through the doorway casually.

Forwards-hunched shoulders meant that the mohawk of the midnight lycanroc entered the room first, followed by gleaming, angry red eyes, and the powerful, hanging fists. It walked with its fists held loosely in front, almost limp, head lowered and looking left and right. It spotted them immediately, but didn't seem to care, even as Tammy and Aleda recoiled, and across the room Alfred took a step backwards, stumbling against a fridge containing various medical liquids.

The lycanroc was wearing a distinctive black spiked collar, with a bone-shaped tag bearing the name 'Fayah' dangling at its throat.

A young man stepped in behind her, stepping carefully around the broken glass. He had short black hair, and was thoroughly unremarkable, and looked back and forth between the two groups of people and pokemon with a completely unimpressed expression. “Nice place."

“I-It was," Alfred said with a brave stab at bravado.

The man's eyes fixed on the purple strands in the containment chamber, a slow smirk spread across his face. “I knew it was here somewhere, thanks for showing me where," he said, turning to give Keith a smirk.

Keith drew back slightly, confused. “What?"

“You led me right to it, idiot," he stated simply, sweeping forwards towards the chamber.

Tammy took the opportunity to bolt from between Keith's legs, heading for the exit.

“Fayah," came the sharp command, and the lycanroc immediately turned and lunged backwards. A powerful arm swept out and caught Tammy right in the midsection, lifting the little vulpix off her feet and slamming her into the wall where she bounced off and hit the floor as an unmoving lump.

Keith quickly moved to check on her, but the interloper gave him a dangerous stare, as though daring him to move any further, and Keith quickly got the message not to move.

Aleda stared daggers at both of them, eyes narrowed, the very tips of her tails giving a slow, predatory flick.

“Now, unless any of you want the same treatment, I'd keep nice and still and not give me a reason to hurt you."

The doorway at the end of the airlock hallway hissed open.

“Funny, I was about to give you something of the same ultimatum," Alice said, as she and Lucia strode into the room confidently.

The intruder arched an eyebrow, and the lycanroc gave a challenging stare at Lucia.

Immediately, Lucia and the lycanroc moved to face off, both of them automatically stepping to a clear area of the laboratory, sizing each other up.

“Who are you?" the intruder asked of Alice.

“I'm the cavalry," Alice said with a bright smile, producing a bandage and beginning to wrap her fists with it.

The intruder gave Alice a sardonic smile. “Are you going to fight Fayah too?"

“Nope," Alice said, still smiling brightly as she tightened the bandages around her knuckles, working her hands to make sure the bandages weren't too tight. “I'm going to fight you."

The intruder had just enough time to realise what was coming before Alice's fist smashed into his face. He leaned back away from the hit just far enough that it glanced off his face, rocking him but not dropping him immediately.

The moment Alice threw her first punch, the lycanroc turned to move and assist, but Lucia launched her own attack. The lucario stepped forwards, giving a powerful smashing kick right into the midsection of the lycanroc.

Fayah paused at the kick, and then snarled and fixed Lucia with a murderous stare, swiping at her powerfully. Lucia ducked under the hit, and gave a series of powerful punches right to the midsection of the lycanroc, making it take several steps backwards but not harming it much otherwise.

Lucia lunged forwards with a powerful knee, but Fayah blocked it with a shove of a forearm, and then rolled the motion into a surprisingly fierce shoulder-charge that sent the lucario tumbling backwards, smashing into the desk containing the lab equipment and sending various liquids spilling out of broken beakers and funnels all over the floor.

Meanwhile, the intruder had regained his feet and started to counter-attack Alice, aiming several awkward punches at her that Alice very deftly slipped. It was an entirely one-sided fight, and Alice didn't even seem to be pressing her advantage as she stepped inside the next punch and elbowed him sharply in the face.

If its trainer was a bad fighter, Fayah was anything but. The lycanroc quickly had Lucia's measure, and slammed the lucario against the wall again, using its superior strength and power to push her around. Luciua was more nimble, but there wasn't enough room in the laboratory for the slender pokemon to use her agility to her advantage.

Aleda entered the fray without warning, leaping forth, her tails curling around each other like a fat battering ram and smashing into the lycanroc's chest, sending the pokemon staggering backwards.

Lucia pressed the advantage, lunging forwards and then back-flipping in place, a foot rather soundly connecting with Fayah's chin and jaw, launching the lycanroc backwards and off its feet entirely, sending it smashing into the glass protecting the supercomputers, shattering several panes of it and sending cold air rushing into the laboratory.

Alfred threw Summer across the room, letting the eevee land nimbly on the mossy stone from before. And then, he reached into his pocket for the unwrapped candy and tossed it underarm to the eevee.

Summer caught the candy into her mouth, and then bit down on it triumphantly. Lost amidst the melee in the room, her little body started to glow an incandescent white, growing in size and stature.

Keith fumbled away from the whirling mass of fighting in the room, and dropped to his knee at Tammy's side, carefully rolling the little vulpix over. Her tongue was hanging out of her mouth, and she was very limp, but she was breathing.

On the other side of the room, Fayah had recovered, and rolled to her feet, giving a quick feint at Alice, another feint at a snarling Aleda, and then a powerful, wild haymaker overhand right that caught Lucia right below her chest spike, smashing her into the ground and sending her sliding off into the corner of the room in an awkward, moaning foetal position, clutching her middle.

Alice was still just enjoying her fight with Fayah's trainer, staggering the larger male with quick, violent strikes, slipping his punches and punishing him with hard, powerful elbows to the cheeks and jaw. “Call off your pokemon and this can stop!" Alice said, smiling cheerfully as she gave him a swift knee to the stomach,

The rival trainer dropped to one knee, holding his cheek with a hand and weakly fending off the next hit from Alice with a clumsy push of an elbow. “F-Fayah!" he coughed, commanding.

With a growl, the lycranroc turned towards its trainer, leaning forwards and breaking into a powerful stride that ate up the distance between itself and Alice. Alice took several steps backwards, stumbling against a desk.

“Leaf!" Summer snarled, joining the battle, leaping into the air between Alice and the charging lycanroc, swinging her head in a circular motion. Several spinning leaves appeared in the air and revolved quickly, seeming to hover a moment before quickly accelerating towards the lycanroc.

Green marks slashed across the lycanroc's fur, and the leaves embedded themselves in the wall across the room, one of them hitting a computer bank and sending sparks flying outwards.

Summer landed as the lycanroc took a step backwards, staggered, and Aleda snarled and lunged from the right, latching on to a hanging fist and biting down on it hard, tugging at it powerfully to pull the larger pokemon off-balance even further.

“Leaf!" Summer declared, tossing her head back. A glowing green leaf appeared in her mouth like a blade, and she lunged forwards, leaping towards the lycanroc and slashing with the leaf, leaving a verdant green line across its face that seemed to sizzle and crackle before exploding with force, sending the lycanroc tripping over onto its back.

“You're losing," Alice said smugly, stomping on the trainer's foot and twisting her foot.

The trainer grit his teeth, and then punched Alice in the knee, right on the side of her leg, making it buckle and sending Alice sprawing on her side awkwardly, gasping in pain. “Fayah!"

The lycanroc snarled and pushed itself to its feet, whirling around to face its trainer, eyes narrowing in a rage. Aleda drew back, her hackles raising and tails flaring, spreading and flicking angrily, and a burning glow started to build in her throat.

A strangled yelp left Aleda's throat as the lycanroc grabbed her by the throat and lifted her off the floor, holding her at arm's length, her forepaws dangling uselessly and hindpaws scrabbing at the lycanroc's arm ineffectually. “N-nine!"

Keith looked up as he heard Aleda's cry, and was in time to see the lycanroc pivot and body-slam the fox brutally to the floor, slamming her length-wise down on the floor, causing her to emit a piteous yelp, before picking her up again and clearly aiming to slam her again.

“No!" Keith cried, leaping to his feet and launching himself towards the lycanroc. On the other side, Summer did the same, lunging forwards, the leaf appearing in her mouth again.

Fayah looked back and forth between the two oncoming targets, and turned towards Summer. Keith was unprepared, not even sure what he was trying to do, and was caught completely off guard when the lycanroc pivoted back and launched Aleda at him like a fluffy missile.

Aleda's spine connected with Keith's stomach and chest, and all the air left his body. The sheer weight of the airborne ninetales lifted him off his feet and they both slammed down on the floor. The back of Keith's head hit the floor and he saw stars, his entire body going numb as he lost all sense of weight, ears ringing and mind going blank.

With Aleda and Keith out of the way, Summer was next. And a quick left elbow sent the leafeon staggering, losing her footing as she landed awkwardly with the weight of the hit. And before Summer had a chance to recover, Fayah threw a wild right uppercut, catching her right under the chin and throat, lifting her bodily off her feet and sending her sailing in an ungraceful arc halfway across the room where she hit the floor and stopped moving.

Alice held both hands up in front of her in surrender as the vengeful lycanroc prowled towards her, heavy footfalls thudding against the floor.

“Fayah, hurt her," the trainer growled.

Keith was staring at the ceiling, aware of a wet, sticky feeling at the back of his head and a strange round lump digging into his right asscheek. It took him several long, painful moments to realise what the lump was, and he rolled numbly onto his side, fumbling for his right back pocket.

“You can't be serious!" Alice squeaked, backing away from the lycanroc.

Fayah snarled almost ferally, seeming the savour the moment… or maybe hesitating, as it raised its fist and advanced towards Alice.

“Fayah!" the trainer snapped, nursing a bruising cheek.

The Lycanroc lunged, fist snapping forwards as a massive white glowing shape grew and appeared between them both, the fluffy red and orange shape of the arcanine resolving.

“Arc!" Atlas snarled as the fist bumped off his shoulder. He rose to his full, incredibly tall height, and narrowed his eyes down at the lycanroc dangerous. “Arc?"

Fayah pulled back, shooting a glance towards the trainer uncertainly. “Lycan!"

“Fayah, attack!"

Fayah lunged forwards, and aimed her fists better this time, aiming for Atlas' jaw and neck. Atlas ducked under the first blow, ate the second on the top of his head, and then powerfully snapped forwards, putting all his weight into a strong shoulder-charge that sent Fayah stumbling backwards and right off its feet, landing flat on its back before rolling to its feet with a snarl.

“You had an arcanine all along?!" Alice squeaked, shooting an accusatory glare at Keith.

Keith was looking at his fingers, staring at the blood there, not quite comprehending that the blood had come from the back of his head. At Alice's words, he looked up at her, trying to dumbly mouth a warning as the trainer stepped up beside her and sucker-punched her powerfully.

Alice went down like a sack of potatoes, body immediately going limp as she crumpled.

Fayah moved to lunge at Atlas again, but the arcanine took a step backwards, and then opened his mouth. He was much faster with his attack, and a stream of blazing fire left his mouth, washing over Fayah's form.

The lycanroc leaned in to the stream of fire, arms crossed, tongue of flame billowing around its form and blackening the floor. The beakers and containers on the table behind it started to explode as pressure built up in them.

Snarling, Fayah started to step forwards, one paw after the other, stepping directly towards the flame assaulting its body, its snarl rising in volume and sheer ferocity with each passing moment.

Atlas took a step backwards, and then another, keeping his stream of flame up, but finding that it wasn't very effective against the vicious pokemon, quickly running out of options.

The lycanroc dropped its armed and then launched itself at the arcanine, an elbow followed by two rapid punches to his face and cheek that sent him reeling backwards with a surprised noise.

Atlas growled, and turned back towards the lycanroc, launching another stream of fire at it. But Fayah was ready for it this time. With a powerful uppercut, Atlas found his jaw shut for him, cutting off his fiery attack, and then a vicious, powerful overhand-right dropped him down onto his chest, rump up in the air and head on his paws like he was play-begging, stunned.

“Hey!"

Alfred, who had been avoiding entering the fight so far, finally joined in, pushing himself up against the trainer awkwardly, almost smothering the younger kid with his labcoat. Very quickly, the younger man forced Alfred backwards, punching him in the chest and pushing him backwards. But the flapping and flashing of the labcoat had disguised Alfred's hands, and as the young trainer aimed a heavy blow at his face, Alfred reached around him and tossed a pokeball sidehand towards Keith.

The pokeball hit the floor and rolled right in to Keith's leg as Alfred wore a fist across his cheek, sending the scientist sprawling onto his side with a cry of pain while his pens scattered from his pocket and his glasses flew off onto the floor.

Keith reached for the pokeball, finding it empty. The pokemon was already released…

The trainer strode over towards Alfred, and then kicked him viciously in the stomach.

Wham!

Alfred curled into the foetal position, holding his stomach on reflex, groaning.

The trainer brought his foot back for another kick.

Wham!

He was so focused on punishing Alfred for interfering that he didn't see Keith lift his hand holding the pokeball, and the beam of red light that consumed the attacking Fayah, returning the lycanroc to the pokeball.

Wham!

The trainer drew back his foot for a fourth kick.

Wham!

The fourth kick never landed.

Instead, the recovered Atlas slammed the young trainer bodily into the fridge containing the samples, shattering the glass door and sending him bouncing off it where he collapsed into a pained, groaning ball.

Atlas' chest heaved angrily, and he advanced on the trainer, standing over him and placing a paw directly on one of his hands, trapping it beneath the iron weight of his strength and ensuring he couldn't get free.

Keith groaned faintly now that the threat was over, and carefully laid his head back on the floor, letting his arm drop, the pokeball containing Fayah thudding rather loudly against the floor.

---

“Oh Arceus my fucking head," Keith groaned, keeping his eyes closed. The room was spinning lazily around him and his head throbbed. An ice pack was on his head and a pained Aleda was carefully grooming a dizzy Tammy half-in and half-out of his lap.

Alice was kneeling nearby, fretting over Atlas' face, where he had been punched by the lycanroc, while Lucia glowered from nearby, seeming unhurt from her injuries.

Alfred was holding an ice pack against his cheek, a spectacular black eye blooming over his right eye and his glasses now taped with one cracked lens. Summer was laying on her side next to him, sleeping off her concussion.

“What in the actual fuck was that." Keith opened one eye to peer at Alfred and Alice, and then looked at the pokeball in his hand, the one that contained the lycanroc. The trainer had been taken away by the authorities already, and the brusque officers were awaiting them at the entrance of the bunker to take their statements once they had received medical attention. Nurses from the pokecenter were being dispatched.

“That was a beast spawned from the depths of the deepest, darkest hole," Alice mumbled, carefully smoothing some potion over Atlas' cheek and then kissing his nose, stroking fingers eagerly along his jaw and neck. Atlas welcomed the attention, leaning in to the motions of her nimble fingertips and definitely playing up his injuries for extra sympathy.

“That was a lycanroc," Alfred corrected, pulling the ice pack away and working his jaw, “Obviously a battle-trained one."

“Obviously," Keith muttered. “Evil cunt of a thing."

Alfred snorted once, returning the ice pack to his cheek. “There are no bad pokemon, just bad trainers. Or at least, that's what people say. I think some pokemon are pretty bad, but I think people are worse."

“It seemed pretty bad to me," Keith muttered, staring at the pokeball and then sighing faintly, pocketing it.

“You should give that to the police," Alfred said with a wise nod. “It might have been a hell of a fighter, but that's no reason to mistreat a pokemon. Let it go back to its owner."

Keith frowned deeply, fingering the bulge in his pocket, grimacing. “I'll think about it."

---

After more than three hours of medical treatment, and police questioning, Keith's group was free to leave. Keith was still a little unsteady, Tammy was limping, Aleda was ruffled and thoroughly bitchy, Atlas (at the protest of Alice) had been returned to his pokeball and Alice herself had developed a limp over the course of the questioning as her strained knee made itself apparent. Summer, who had communicated with vociferous 'Lea!'s and wild gestication that she now wished to be called 'Spring', was walking slowly and gingerly. Lucia was the only one of the group that didn't look absolutely awful, and even she was obviously hurt as Keith noticed subtle cues in the way she held her weight.

Keith's tablet beeped at him angrily, and he pulled it out. His screen was cracked from some time during the fight, and he had to fumble with the slide-button on the screen a few times before it picked up the call.

“Hello?"

“Keith?!" Fiona asked, her tone much sharper than he had ever heard it.

“Mhmm?" Keith answered non-committal, pausing to rest with his back against a tree.

“What happened?! Alfred said you were attacked!"

“Yes, we all were," Keith answered flatly.

“All?" Fiona asked, pausing a moment. “Are you alone?"

“No, in fact. Alice is here with me, say 'hi', Alice," Keith said, holding up the tablet over his shoulder a moment.

“Hi," Alice said, waving a hand in the tablet's direction.

“What happened?!" Fiona repeated.

“We were attacked," Keith responded glumly.

Fiona gave a groan of frustration. “Yes, we've been over that! Attacked by who?!"

“Arceus if I know," Keith admitted, moving to rub the back of his head but pausing when it hurt. “Some asshole and a hellion lycanroc that took four pokemon to almost get down but-not-really."

“Are you okay?" Fiona asked flatly. “Is Aleda okay? Summer?"

“We're all fine, more of less," Keith said, looking back towards his small group. “Though Alfred told me that Summer wants her name changed to 'Spring'."

“Fitting," Fiona responded. “I guess the potion didn't work then?"

“We kind of… broke it," Keith admitted, chagrined. “And pretty much everything else in the lab."

Fiona whistled softly to herself. “That's going to be expensive to replace."

“Alfred told me it'll set him back a year or more," Keith said with a sheepish laugh.

“Do you know who attacked you?"

“The police have him," Keith responded simply, and then blinked once, reaching into his pocket and producing a pokeball. “And I still have his pokemon."

“You stole his pokemon?" Fiona asked, aghast.

“Stole? No!" Keith protested. “We had to put it back in its pokeball to stop it from beating seven different shades of shit out of everything in the room and I… I forgot to give it to the police. My head hurts."

Fiona's tone softened, and she gave a long sigh. “Fine, fine. Look. Come back to the headquarters. We'll set you up, first class all the way. But we need to talk face-to-face about what happened."

“I'll say," Keith responded, grimacing slightly.

“Bring Alice with you. I feel as though she saw a lot more than she should have," Fiona said flatly.

Keith arched an eyebrow at Alice.

“I already know he fucks pokemon!" Alice said cheerfully.

Fiona snorted once, and then hung up.

“How did you know where the lab was?" Keith asked suddenly, looking up at Alice.

“I saw that guy skulking around after you. He was clearly up to no good, so I thought it prudent to follow you."

Keith gave her a long stare, and then slumped slightly. “Well thanks. Seriously. I don't know what he was there for, but he would have went right through us to get it if you weren't there."

“Probably wanted those suicune fibres," Alice said with a knowing smirk.

Keith arched an eyebrow. “Definitely saw too much."

---

Keith stood on the deck of a cruise ship, watching Johto receding towards the horizon. Aleda, Tammy, and their temporary guest, Spring, were all back in their compact-but-spacious first-class cabin. Keith had wanted some time to himself. A ponyta-drawn carriage had been waiting for him in Ecruteak whisking the entire group back to Goldenrod in two hours flat. From there, it had been a short wait for the cruise ship to begin boarding.

A dirty old pokeball rested in Keith's palm, and he could feel the pits and scratches across its surface. It was either old, or possibly mistreated. And within it, was Fayah, the lycanroc.

Keith remembered the way it had lifted Aleda up and slammed her down on the floor. The way it had advanced on Alice with the merest of hesitation. How it had violently thrashed every single pokemon he held dear in a space of minutes. Tammy was still sore, and walked with a faint limp. Aleda still hadn't gotten her fur straightened out completely, Atlas was still walking unsteadily and Spring was nursing a headache.

Keith drew his arm back, foot sliding back to give him proper leverage to toss the pokeball into the rolling ocean.

Officer, I lost the pokeball. I don't know where it went.

Did pokeballs float? Did they sink? Would it float back to land and be found by a young kid, would that beast be found by another trainer? Or would it sit at the bottom of the ocean until some seafaring pokemon found it?

Keith chewed on the inside of his cheek for a long moment, weighing the pokeball in his hand. It was amazing how heavy it felt when he was readying to throw it.

He lowered his arm after another pause, rubbing his thumb over the pitting and scratches on the usually-smooth white surface.

“There are no bad pokemon, only bad trainers…" Keith murmured to himself, staring down at the ball. He heaved a long sigh, and then slipped the ball back into his pocket.

---

“Nine," Aleda said, pointing a tailtip vaguely at the menu.

“Black bean soup?" Keith squinted at the menu.

“Tales!" Aleda protested, pointing again.

“The gratin?"

“Nine!" Aleda agreed.

Keith picked up his broken tablet, and synced it with the cruise ship's systems, logging in with his ticket and fumbling to order dinner with the cracked display. He ordered Tammy's meal, Aleda's, Spring's, and his own, before laying the tablet down with a faint harrumph. He reached for the 'send order' button, but then paused again, pursing his lips. He reached into his pocket, pulling out the pokeball and running his thumb over the scratches in its surface once more. With a sigh, he aimed it to the side and opened it.

A flash of light resolved into the shape of a bewildered-looking lycanroc.

Tammy looked up from her spot on the cushions, and her eyes widened, before she 'eep'ed in surprise and unfettered terror before rolling off the cushions and retreating into the kitchen portion of the room and hiding behind the food preparation island.

Aleda took wary notice of the lycanroc, red eyes narrowing dangerously and tails giving an urgent flick and twist. Spring likewise noticed, and rose to her feet on her own cushions, a glowing leaf appearing in her mouth.

Keith held out his hands placatingly to his pokemon. “Girls, stop."

“L-lycan?" Fayah asked, face half-hidden by black-tipped mohawk.

Keith shot Fayah a venomous glance, and then picked up a menu, turning it upside-down and thrusting it in front of the lycanroc's face. “Pick."

“L-lycan?" Fayah repeated, uncertain.

“Pick one," Keith stated flatly.

Fayah paused, staring at the menu, and then dragged a black-tipped claw down the menu, scratching a mark underneath a line.

Keith took the menu back, adding the line to the order and then hitting 'send'. It had been a simple basket of wedges and hot sauce. He then crossed his arms and the entire group sat in a stony silence while they waited for the food to arrive.

Fayah occasionally shifted in place, from one foot to the other, and it made Aleda growl softly in the back of her throat.

After half an hour of a silence punctuated only by the soft sound of shifting weight, warning growls, and timid noises from Tammy every time she peeked out to see if the lycanroc was still there. Keith himself was tense, too, his neck stiff from repressing the urge to turn around and watching the lycanroc closely. The weight of Aleda thudding into his chest like a cannonball was acutely remembered, and the back of his head still hurt where he had hit the floor. No doubt Aleda, Spring, and Tammy all felt the same.

The doorbell rang, and Keith rose to open the door, allowing a waiter to enter and wheel the cart containing the food into the room. He took note of the tension in the room, bowed, and left without a word.

Keith dispensed the food from the cart, setting Aleda's dish down, and then Spring's. Tammy refused to come from around the counter, and Keith had to place her plate on the floor in front of her.

After that, Keith picked up his plate of spanakopita, which was honestly more than he could ever eat by himself, and sat down on the couch to begin eating, placing a foot on the coffee table.

“Eat," Keith said dismissively in Fayah's direction, making a motion towards the food cart.

The lycanroc stared at him, and then turned and slowly walked to the cart, picking up the bowl of wedges with careful paws and then sitting down in a corner of the room, facing outwards. The little bowl of hot sauce was carefully placed aside, and the basket was rested between thighs.

Keith peered over at Fayah, taking in the lycanroc's form properly for the first time, when it wasn't a whirling ball of violence and pain. There was definitely something feminine about it, especially as it picked up a wedge daintily and consumed it one bite at a time, savouring it.

Fayah looked up, and met Keith's gaze, and Keith held the stare for several long moments. Fayah put the food down, returning her half-eaten wedge to the basket, and then sullenly pushed the basket away.

Keith stared, confused by this behavior, but returned to his own food, eating a slice with a fork.

After several long moments of becoming increasingly annoyed at the silence from the lycanroc, Keith turned in his seat again and stared at her.

Fayah stared sullenly back, red eyes glowing under her mohawk.

“Why did you stop eating?" Keith asked flatly.

Fayah stared at him, a look of confusion flashing across her features, and Aleda lifted her head from her bowl of spicy gazpacho to look warily back and forth between them both.

“...Lycan?" Fayah asked hopefully.

“I don't even know why you stopped eating. Don't ever assume my ord-... Don't ever assume that I'm telling you to stop eating unless I specifically tell you not to," Keith corrected, frowning deeply.

Fayah stared at him, and then carefully reached for the basket of wedges again, watching him the entire time as she carefully pulled the wedge back up to her muzzle and began to eat again.

Keith frowned deeply to himself, eating another forkful of his spanakopita. He shared a glance with Aleda, and was relieved that the ninetales seemed as concerned about the behavior exhibited by Fayah as he was.

Fayah continued to eat her basket of wedges, and even though it was reasonably-sized, she was very quickly scraping the bottom.

“Lycan?" Fayah asked carefully.

Keith blinked, not quite understanding the question. He was getting good with understanding body language, but the lycanroc's mannerisms were alien to him.

“Roc… lycan," Fayah clarified hesitantly, holding up a wedge in a paw.

“Yes?" Keith answered uncertainly.

Fayah pulled herself to her feet, and then stomped over towards the counter in the kitchen. Tammy bolted immediately, running around the counter and diving under a couch. Fayah watched the vulpix go, and gingerly laid the wedge she was carrying on Tammy's plate, before turning around and stomping back towards her corner. She sat down with her back to the corner again, and gently placed her basket aside, crossing her arms, one over the other, resting elbows on knees and chin on her forearms, watching the room carefully.

Keith finished his slice of spanakopita, and reached for a second. He offered a piece to Aleda, but she smelled the spinach in it and turned her nose up, shaking her head firmly. Spring was much more willing to take a piece, and Keith momentarily mused on if it was some kind of cannibalism for a leafeon to eat plants.

After finishing his second slice, Keith pushed the tray to the side and turned on the big television along one wall, trying to find a movie that was worth watching. There were three channels from the cruise ship itself, and several movies to choose from, on-demand. There was even an adults-only channel that made him feel… odd.

Six months previously, the idea of having access to a porn channel would have excited him, at least a little. But now? It was tame human-on-human action, and it was just… boring. Bland and pedestrian.

He had 'grown in' to his new job. Or more of a 'lifestyle' at this point. He could really see no way back to being 'normal'.

Keith shook himself free of his musings, and clicked over to a movie. Aleda curled up with her head on her tails to watch, Spring ignored it for the most part, and he heard Fayah adjust herself enough that she could watch as well.

---

Keith jerked awake, automatically grabbing Fayah's arm and pushing it away, startling Aleda and Spring. Fayah held her paw carefully in place, like a kid caught with her hand in a cookie jar, having been reaching over the couch to get at a slice of spanakopita.

“L-ly…" Fayah tried to stammer an apology, ears flattening. She didn't remove her arm until Keith released it, whereupon she pulled it back and lumbered back off towards her corner.

Tammy had snuck around her back and was licking into the container of hot sauce that came with Fayah's wedges. She made a noise and bolted again, skidding underneath a chair and quivering there in a lump.

Fayah moved over to the hot sauce cup, gingerly picked it up, and then carefully placed it in front of the vulpix's chair, before stomping back over to her corner to sit and stare hungrily towards the leftovers on the coffee table.

Keith's heart was pounding, awakening with Fayah's arm over his shoulder gave him incredibly unpleasant thoughts of being choked to death in his sleep.

Keith took several long moments to calm his breathing, blankly watching a boy and poochyena walking through a forest on the television. A good minute or two after that, when he felt his hands had stopped shaking, he reached for the food remaining on his plate. He frowned to himself, and then rose to his feet, carrying the tray over to Fayah and setting it down in front of her. “If you're hungry… just ask for more. I'm not going to starve you."

Fayah's ears pinned back, and she stared him in the eye, nodding her understanding before breaking the look and averting her eyes downwards.

Frowning to himself again, Keith moved back to the couch, and then decided better and headed to the bedroom instead, closing the curtain and crawling on top of the covers, pulling a pillow close. The soft, muted droning of the television from the other room soon lulled him to sleep, and he drifted off to dreams occasionally punctuated by glowing red eyes in the darkness.

---

Alice leaned back against Atlas, resting her back against the big canine's belly and chest.

Violet Enterprise had put her up in first class, in the room next to Keith's. She had managed to snag the 'Admiral' suite, which was so big that it had two floors. The bedroom was on the upper floor, which overlooked a massive entertainment area and kitchen. Lucia had taken one of the lower rooms for herself, and was distancing herself as far from Alice and Atlas as possible.

Alice had no problem with her lucario's absence, especially after having practically begged Keith to let Atlas stay in her room with her for the five-day cruise to the Orange Islands.

The big TV droned on the wall, and Alice found herself quite comfortable against the surprisingly-warm canine, using his voluminous fur as a pillow and blanket all rolled into one. She was thankful for her loose satin pajamas, as anything heavier and she would have been stripping them off in short order just to deal with the heat!

Atlas had played up his injury for sympathy, but it was quickly evident to Alice that he was fine, especially after a few potions to his head and neck area. And now she had the big arcanine to herself in her room.

Alone.

Naughty thoughts had already crossed her mind, many, many times. Just a little bit of a wiggle and a push, and she would be entirely naked from the waist-down, and then…

And then Alice's fantasy petered out. How would she broach the subject with the arcanine? Did she just request that he bury his muzzle between her thighs? Bend over the bed and pull her pajamas down? Was it a given that he was going to fuck her or was it something she'd have to work for?

Alice bit her bottom lip, turning her head to glance down his body. The big, goofy canine's position was not helping her indecision. That fat sheath, covered in black fur just like the rest of his underbelly, was right there. A heavy pair of canine testicales were perched behind it, like two giant promising globes dangling tantalizingly out of reach.

She could only imagine what it would feel like… that heavy length of solid flesh throbbing and pulsing in her grasp as she slowly worked palms up and down it.

Biting her bottom lip, Alice reached a hand out, gently stroking over Atlas' belly, fingertips almost grazing the top of that immense sheath. So tantalizingly close, but so far!

Alice felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand up, and turned to find the giant canine's head facing her directly. He had been watching the television, but now he was watching her. A weak, nervous chuckle left her, and she placed a hand on his muzzle. “Hi."

Atlas tilted his head at her, looking past her for a long moment, following where her line of sight have been, and then arching an eyebrow at her. “Arc?" he asked bluntly.

Heat rose in Alice's cheeks, and she pushed at his muzzle lightly with her dainty fingers. “Hey, you can't blame me for staring! It's pretty big! I can't help but seeing it!" she protested, grasping at straws, painfully aware of how lame her words sounded.

Atlas rolled his eyes, and then laid his head back down, watching the television again. It took Alice a full five seconds to realise that he had lifted one of his hindlegs, giving her a perfect view of that fat sheath and heavy balls, and giving no impediment to her if she were to try touch him.

“F-fuck… oh fuck," Alice whispered under her breath, staring once more, her mouth going dry and hands shaking a little as she stroked over the arcanine's belly. She turned her shoulders more towards him, lifting hips to get more comfortable, facing his hindlegs and resting her cheek on his chest. “You're huge," she whispered. She felt his ears perk up, so she knew he heard it. “Can I…?" she trailed off, uncertain what she was going to ask.

Touch? Rub his sheath? Just feel his weight and warmth? But the thing she wanted most was to feel the heft of that huge canine cock in her palms… feel his knot in her grasp.

“Arc," Atlas responded flippantly, stretching out a little bit more, his tail giving the slowest of twitches back and forth against the covers.

Alice swallowed nervously, giving a little stuttered breathless chuckle, spreading her palms against the hot fur of his belly and working them down towards his thighs. Soft fur spread out under her touches, and she worked nimble fingers all the way down to his inner thighs, spreading the arcanine's legs a little further, until he was fully exposed, offering himself.

Impatience got the better of Alice, and she shifted her grasp to that fat sheath, while her free hand cupped one of his heavy balls. She could only fit one. Just the heavy weight of that round mass in her palm was making her knees weak, but the incredible heat and firmness in that thick sheath was all the more intoxicating.

A low rumble built up in Atlas' chest, and it emboldened her. With a quick swallow to try and stave off her nervousness, she began to gently work his balls while squeezing delicately around his sheath, deliberately coaxing and urging him, trying to get him aroused.

Alice licked her lips, heart thudding in her chest as that fat, dark-furred sheath swelled and blossomed.

And swelled.

And swelled.

Alice's heart skipped a beat as it kept thickening, like a water balloon that wouldn't disconnect from the tap. Was something going wrong? Why was it swelling so large?!

And then the monstrously large black tip of the arcanine's cock swelled free, pushing out from the furry sheath, illuminated by the soft, shifting lighting from the television.

“Fuck!" Alice hissed, her eyes wide, her hands momentarily stopping their work. She had been prepared for 'big', but this was on another level entirely!

The fat sheath swelled even larger, and the rest of Atlas' massive tip slipped free, giving Alice a good view of his dished canine end, with the softly-rounded point of his immense cock leading up to the distinctively canid shapes around the taper of the shaft itself.

How would this ever fit inside her?!

Alice could feel the weight and girth of that fat cock growing free, pulsing in time with the big canine's heartbeat and so much hotter than the rest of his body. She hadn't even touched it yet but it felt like edging a little bit too close to a space heater.

“Oh fuck… f-fuck…" Alice stammered, having to adjust the grip of her hands and orientation of her arms to avoid being speared by the growing spire of onyx flesh. The halfway point of Atlas' immense cock was as thick as her wrist!

Swallowing past her dry tongue and throat, Alice lifted a hand to rest on the erecting monument of flesh, almost wanting to draw back with how hot it was. The heavy thud on his heartbeat was readily noticeable in it, and the flesh was just slightly slick, smooth and shiny. But underneath that, he was harder than the hull of the cruise ship they were in. It was like a solid beam of steel sitting in her palm, so heavy and unyielding. Tentatively, she tried to move his cock, angling it this way and that, but the heavy throb and tightening of it as it grew to full size quickly snapped it back to position above his belly, pointing at her face like an admonishing finger.

“Nnn fuck…" Alice whispered, looking over her shoulder at the big canine for a moment, finding Atlas had a big, goofy, rather self-satisfied smirk on his face. And looking back at his stiffening cock, he clearly had a good reason to be so damn smug. He was absolutely incredibly well-endowed. It made her hips ache just thinking about how wide it would stretch her.

The thick knot at Atlas' base finally swelled free of his sheath, and then, he was fully unsheathed and rock-hard in Alice's palms.

Alice swallowed thickly, tracing a hand down his underside, all the way to his knot, capturing one bulb of it in her palm. He was so thick and fat down there that she couldn't even get her hand around him. Around his middle, her slender fingers almost touched, but around his knot there was no chance at all. It was like two fat tennis balls perched at the base of his cock, waiting to ram home into some poor unsuspecting orifice.

“Y-you're fucking huge!" Alice stammered with a nervous laugh, marvelling at the sheer warmth and heat in his black flesh, slowly stroking a hand up and down his shaft while the other fondled his knot, occasionally swapping down to his balls to play with them.

“Arrrc," Atlas churred, resting his head on his paws and pretending to watch the television. But Alice was quick to notice that he didn't seem to be paying any actual attention to the television at all, and instead gave the lion's share of his attention to soft swishes and thuds of his tail and little flexes of his hindlegs every time she squeezed near his base above the knot.

Biting her bottom lip, Alice slipped her right hand away from his cock, instead capturing his shaft in the left and starting to slowly jerk him off, working from the top of his knot, all the way out to the tip of that throbbing black cock, while her other hand hurriedly slipped down past the waistband of her loose pajama pants and between her own legs as she started to frig herself stupid.

Warm blush burned in her cheeks as she rubbed urgently between her own thighs, squeezing that fat cock in her left hand and staring hazily at it, almost in a trance. The hot, spicy scent of aroused arcanine was becoming apparent, and it was a heady, intoxicating sensation, like steam in a sauna, utterly muddling her mind. Alice was building herself up to a quick, intense orgasm, when she was jogged out of her reverie by sudden hot spurts spilling from Atlas' onyx spire.

The first clear gush was small, welling up from his tip and drooling down in a messy, hot dribble right over her fingers, while the second and third carried much more force, spurting from his cock in a messy spray that wet his belly and chest and almost hit her cheek!

Alice jerked backwards, blushing furiously and pulling her hand out of her pants, the spell broken. “Mnnnf… f-fuck… w-was that… was that your precum?" she stammered.

“Arc," Atlas responded with a short nod.

Alice stared in wonder, squeezing the base of his cock again and summoning forth another slick spurt of precum that almost splashed across her face before coming back to her senses. Again.

She looked around at her surroundings. A first-class king-size bed, a giant arcanine, plush carpeted floors, expensive, polished countertops. Oak wood panelling.

Absolutely nowhere in the room would fit the description of 'adequate arcanine-cum receptacle'.

“Nnnfuck, Atlas, we have to… go downstairs," Alice stammered, giving that black rod of throbbing cock a firm squeeze before reluctantly releasing him.

Atlas gave a soft whine of disapproval.

“No, come on, I'll give you a…" Alice licked her lips nervously. “A proper reward. Downstairs, in the bathroom. Where I can clean it all up properly."

Atlas sighed softly, huffing in annoyance but crawling to his paws and stepping gracefully down off the bed. His cock bobbed with the motion, and a spray of precum almost wet the carpet but Alice lunged forwards and caught the tip of his cock with both hands, cupping her palms like she was collecting water.

“O-Oh f-fuck," she stammered, wondering where she could possible throw the mess of arcanine precum. It was dripping from her fingers, as slick and gooey as some kind of hot oil-based lubricant. The only thing she could think of was to wipe her hand on her pajamas, and with a slight wrinkle of her nose, she did so, wiping both palms on either side of her pajama shorts.

Atlas was already heading down the stairs, moving for the non-carpeted areas, where kitchen tiles met entertainment-area carpet. And beyond that, the door to the bathroom with the large three-person jacuzzi. It was empty of water right now, and Alice was thinking it would be perfect for one erect arcanine and one horny teenage girl.

Alice's hands paused on her pajamas, and she swallowed thickly, her mind working through the scenarios. They needed to be washed, so she needed to remove them. Preferably in the bathroom. But… she was alone in the suite with Atlas. She could walk around naked and nobody could complain…

With shaky hands, Alice pushed her pajamas down around her knees, and then let them slip all the way off to her ankles. She lifted them up, transferring them to her hand, leaving her entirely naked from the waist-down. The only article of clothing that remained on her person was her pajama shirt, with nothing underneath. Swallowing anxiously, she gave the tiniest of naughty giggles, and then tossed the pants towards the bathroom door.

Atlas paused as he saw the article of clothing sail past him, and looked up and back over his shoulder at her, finding her now quite literally half-naked, and rumbled his approval.

Blushing heatedly, Alice tiptoed her way down the stairs, the air on her naked lower half feeling rather tantalizing.

“I just got into some more comf-" Alice started to quip to the arcanine, only to gasp and squeal in surprise as Atlas turned and lowered his head, butting his nose right between her thighs!

“W-what are y-" Alice started, both hands automatically finding his head, grasping behind his ears. But she didn't even finish her pointless question before Atlas dragged a swipe of hot black arcanine tongue directly between her thighs, glancing over her moist, soft human flesh, and then trailing a long slathering lick against her shaved lower stomach.

“F-f-fuck!" Alice squeaked, her knees definitely weakening, leaning rather heavily against the arcanine for balance and support. The second lick caught her by surprise again, and she arched up on to tiptoes while Atlas' large forepaw curled around her hip to keep her steady, and his third lick ground powerfully against her outer lips, covering her entire aroused pussy in one broad stroke.

A long quiver passed down the length of Alice's body, and her knees got weak again as lick after lick was delivered to her aching cunny. One of her hands lifted to push her hair out of her face, and she paused, blinking once at the incredibly scent on her fingers. It was like she'd put her hands in some kind of spicy sauce and forgotten to clean her fingers afterwards. Some musky, spicy, tempting oil was sticking to her fingers.

Alice had already slipped a finger into her mouth to taste the strange spicy burning fluid before she remembered where it had come from.

Blush burned on Alice's cheeks as she stared down at the large arcanine, hips arching slightly each time his heated tongue dragged against her sensitive flesh. She bit her lip, and tugged at his ears insistently, urging him to draw back as she slipped her finger out of her mouth, her gaze a little cloudy.

Atlas drew back, and then straightened to his full height, snuffling at her face a moment and then giving a teasing little 'arc', hooking a paw around her hips and squeezing warmly.

Alice leaned against him, wrapping arms around that large head and kissing his nose, smiling and resting her face against his own for a long moment. And then she slipped forwards and underneath him, ducking down under his belly on her hands and knees and taking two small crawling steps towards his underbelly.

Warm palms caught his stiff, throbbing cock again, giving a slow stroke from tip to base, angling him up against his own belly even as she leaned forwards without any hesitation and took the drooling tip right into her mouth.

Atlas stiffened in surprise, but a heated growl of appreciation left him, his entire body tensing and tail beginning to thud eagerly against the floor as he felt soft human lips closing around his tip, followed by eager, amateur rubs and flicks of a soft tongue against him.

If the spicy residue on her fingers had been intense, it was nothing compared to the spice of his liquids directly from the source. It burnt her tongue and lips like hot-sauce, and the wild musk of aroused arcanine assault her nose so strongly that it felt like her nose-hairs were being singed. A wild gush of precum met her almost immediately, splashing thick and heavy across her tongue, coating it in the unbelievable heat and spice of arcanine.

Alice shuddered, hefting that heavy, springy black cock with her left hand while her right slid down her front and pressed between her thighs urgently, starting to rub fingertips against her aching cunny as she leaned in towards the arcanine's massive black fuckstick and started to bob her head on it eagerly.

Atlas gave a long shudder, his huge body shifting above her and his hips giving the faintest of insistent grinds towards her face. Alice quivered underneath his much larger form, fingers pressing against herself, sinking two digits within her aching entrance while her other hand squeezed around the base of his shaft, just above his mammoth knot, holding him steady as she started to nurse almost urgently on his pulsing tip.

More and more clear spurts of precum gushed into her mouth, incredibly hot and burningly spicy, very quickly starting to seep around the clumsy seal her lips formed around his massive tip, spilling down over her chin.

Alice pulled back for air, panting heavily, licking her lips on reflex, even though her lips and mouth area were so wet with precum that there was no cleaning it. The fat black cock in her grasp jerked and spilled more precum, splashing down onto the tiled floor, and she gave a soft shudder, pulling it back upright so she could kiss heatedly at the drooling tip.

Atlas' hips gave an another reflexive hump towards her mouth, and Alice quivered all over heatedly as she slipped her hand from between her own thighs and then reached both palms back to capture his fat, swollen knot, squeezing down around it.

The response was almost instant.

A large, soft arcanine paw lifted to rest on her back of her head, and Alice's eyes went wide as Atlas started to hump eagerly into her mouth, face-fucking her with form motions that had his massive black cock almost touching the back of her throat, a new succession of urgent pre-spurts splashing the roof of her mouth and filling her mouth to capacity. The big canine's motions got shorter and more insistent, and the fat knot started to swell right in her palms, thickening even further to an almost obscene degree, while the big arcanine started to pant and chuff in earnest.

He was going to cum!

Alice leaned in to give another urgent suckle at him, and then quivered all over, eyes widening slightly and palms faltering in their grip, before trying to push the horny canine away.

Atlas perked his ears upwards, and even in the midst of his most urgent strokes, he only gave a few more urgent thrusts before stiling entirely, and then acceding to her touches and drawing back, letting his cock slip from her lips and relaxing his grip on the back of her head, letting her suck in a grateful breath of air, hot, spicy arcanine precum spilling from her lips and chin.

Alice gave a nervous laugh, wiping her chin with the back of her hand, her cheeks burning with blush as she drew back and crawled out from underneath the arcanine, legs shaking. “A-ah… m-mnf… g-got a bit c-carried away there," she stammered.

Truthfully, her heart was pounding and she felt slightly nauseous underneath a layer of incredible arousal.

What was she doing?!

Alice couldn't even watch any of the many arcanine-on-human videos she had on her personal laptop without skipping past the almost obligatory fellatio scene. She was always disappointed with the 'pull out and spray their faces' ending of so many pokeflicks, and even the 'arcanine breeding' video she had found, she skipped right past the lauded 'oral knotting' scene where a female arcanine managed to cram a male arcanine's knot into her large muzzle.

And yet she had been so enamored with arcanine cock that she'd not only gone down on him without hesitation but had been seconds away from staring down the barrel of an arcanine orgasm right in her fucking mouth?!

Alice lifted a shaking hand to brush her hair out of her face again, giving a nervous giggle. “S-sorry, Atlas," she stammered, reaching out a hand to rest on his muzzle. “Do you…" she trailed off, biting her lip. “Do you wanna finish in me?"

Atlas' red eyes narrowed, and a hungry, predatory expression crossed over his features before he hid it behind a goofy nod and a hanging off his tongue. Alice gave a slightly nervous laugh, ruffling behind his ears with her palms, and then kissing his nose. “Don't let me stop you."

Taking her words to heart, Atlas immediately took a step forwards, bumping his shoulder against Alice's middle and sending her staggering backwards into the food preparation counter. Caught off balance, Alice had no defense for the much larger canine's advances, and soon found herself pushed bodily up onto the food-prep counter, with Atlas lifting himself up and rearing over her, leering down at her, larger than life.

“O-oh," Alice stuttered, pushing her hands up against his chest and feeling through his warm fur, feeling the heat rising in her cheeks again. “Y-you wanna do it… d-do me r-right here?"

Atlas narrowed red eyes down at her, and Alice felt the momentary pang of fear and complete helplessness beneath the huge canine, the sensation only redoubling as Atlas shifted and laid the huge saliva-and-precum slick length of black canine cock directly against her stomach.

“F-fuck!" Alice hissed, staring down at it, wide-eyed. It was big in her hands, and in her mouth, but pushed up against her like that, it was crazy thinking it would ever get inside her!

Atlas leered down at her, his tail slowly swishing back and forth, even as he shifted in to give slow, firm grinds of his hips against her, letting his fat knot catch against her little human pussy, grinding and rubbing in to it and making Alice moan hotly. “Y-you're so fucking big…" she reiterated, reaching hands down to stroke at the length of cock jutting above her belly.

Atlas lunged and Alice gave a squeak of fear and surprise as powerful forepaws grasped her wrists, pinning them above her head and leaving her utterly helpless underneath the large canine. She stared up at him, eyes bulging, chest heaving and legs unsure if they should squeeze around his hips or try and push him away.

Alice's fears were absolutely not helped by a sudden feral snarl from the big arcanine as he leaned down and bit at her front! Teeth caught in her pajama top, and Atlas bit down powerfully on the fabric, jerking his head twice until fabric ripped and tore and he threw his head back, tugging the shredded top off her body entirely and discarding it, leaving the human completely naked and exposed, pinned underneath the mammoth canine.

“O-ohfuckohfuckohfuckohfuck…" Alice whimpered, blushing violently as she stared up at the leering arcanine, her knees automatically trying to close. She was torn utterly between being terrifying of this new domineering side of Atlas and being incredibly, inescapably fucking turned on by it.

Atlas growled down at her, holding her arms pinned above her head as he shifted backwards to let his tip slide across her inner thighs, before he suddenly crammed himself against her, pointed tip pushed roughly against soft human cunny and seeking entrance to somewhere never designed to fit something as huge as he was.

Alice bit her bottom lip, and then gasped and shuddered as Atlas pushed up against her so ferociously. With no pre-amble, no readying, or any kind of preparation, there was absolutely no chance of him sinking inside. He was just stuck against her, forcefully putting enough weight behind his hips to have that achingly stiff and solid black cock pressed tight to her outer lips but not actually able to sink inside.

And he just stayed like that!

Seconds passed, with Atlas just looming over her, pressed tight to her body with slick precum drooling against her outer lips and his rounded tip smooshed tight to her entrance. But without any kind of motion, rocking, thrusting, or an increase in pressure behind that fat cocktip, there was absolutely no way it could sink inside!

Alice bit her lip again, staring up at him, and then looking down her own form, to where that black spire of flesh pulsed and throbbed wildly against her, confused and a little dismayed. Was he teasing her? Was this a game? She looked back up at him, swallowing thickly and wriggling, suddenly aware of how uncomfortable the hard countertop was and how it was digging in to her lower back. “A-Atlas, I th-th-!"

And then Alice relaxed. She didn't consciously relax, but those muscles in her stomach, and inside that clenched human cunny that had been so firmly resisting his entrance unclenched just the tiniest amount, and the perfect amount of pressure Atlas was applying, just the right amount of weight behind those heavy, powerful hips, meant that his tip immediately sank an inch or so past her resistance and spread her around it.

Immediately, Alice clenched up again, eyes widening and mouth stretching into a wide 'O' of surprise at how wide he was spreading her. She stared up at the huge arcanine, while he leered down at her, seeming to smirk smugly, knowingly! He knew exactly what he was doing!

“Nnnnfuck!" Alice whispered, her hips bucking on reflex, her head swimming. “Y-you m-mean f-fucking firedog," she stammered, trying to push her knees against him.

And then her resistance slipped another notch, and another fat inch of canine cock cock sank inside her, spreading her even further around him, causing her to yelp in surprise and delight, her hips bucking wildly.

“N-no!" Alice whimpered, as that straining cock pushed against her insides, spreading her inexorably wider, threatening to sink another inch inside but never actually managing to edge any deeper until she stopped expecting it! “S-stop!" she whined, trying to beat her forehead against his chest in agitation. “I-I order you to stop!"

Atlas tilted his head at her 'order', a single ear perking upwards and the most mischievous, wicked smile spreading across his muzzle. He curled around, leaning in and dragging a heated lick in a line right up the center of her stomach. Alice's stomach muscles clenched and quivered in response, and she gave a little giggle laugh at the ticklish sensation before suddenly crying out as another three inches sank past her resistance, leaving more than half of the fat arcanine cock throbbing wildly inside her.

“F-fuck!" Alice snarled, thrashing against him, her depthcs clenching ineffectively around the mammoth black cock crammed inside her, arms pinned and hindlegs squeezing the arcanine's huge hips helplessly. “P-please Atlas! F-fuck me!"

Atlas stared down at her, watching her intently, seeming to weigh the pros and cons of her almost-begging, looking up and to the left as he thought seriously about it, even while the squirming human tried to buck her hips on to the black flesh splitting her open.

And then, Atlas lunged again.

With a heated growl, the big arcanine grasped her wrists tighter in his forepaws, and those powerful hips actually put a proper amount of weight behind his cock, spearing it deeper and deeper inside her. Alice's eyes just about rolled back into her head as that fat, incredibly hot cock spread her so wide that it started to ache. And then with a feral snarl, the big arcanine started to hump.

Alice almost screamed as the thrusts started, that fat cock withdrawing and then spearing deep inside her, sinking even further past her resistance than before, able to feel a spray of precum that splashed hotly so very deep inside her. Now that he was actually fucking her, Atlas wasted no time in getting as deep as possible, hips grinding powerfully into her own and burying himself deeper with each spearing thrust until Alice felt like the wind was being knocked out of her with each powerful hump.

Atlas just snarled and humped her harder, hips grinding and shoving into the human urgently, forepaws tightening around her wrists as he bared his teeth, fucking her ferally. Alice bit her tongue, and her entire form quivered and quaked, a soft gasp leaving her and thighs tightening around his hips insistently as an orgasm rocked her, insides squeezing down around the giant thrusting black cock but doing nothing to slow it.

Alice could only squeak and moan with each fervent hump from the big arcanine, feeling her body rocking back and forth on the countertop, and vaguely recognizing the sensation of his fat, throbbing knot bumping against the top of her inner thighs every few thrusts. She looked down her own form, to find that her legs had fallen some time in her orgasm. She tried to lift them to squeeze around him, to give him better access to her body, but her limbs were no longer responding to her wants and needs.

Atlas growled heatedly, and drew back suddenly, releasing her wrists to manipulate her body, rolling her further into her side and then moving to straddle one of her thighs. One of his paws pushed up behind her knee, spreading her thighs wide as she found herself mostly on her side. But in this position, when her legs relaxed, her thighs would stay spread, letting the arcanine continue fucking her regardless of her own failings…

Alice flushed violently, feeling his throbbing cock smearing precum over her lower belly before he found his mark and sank so very deep inside her that she came around him again, the room spinning crazily around her as she gasped out a groan of delight. Timidly, she reached her hands up, holding them together, and nudging them against Atlas' paw.

Atlas growled, and then grasped her wrists again, pinning them tight to the countertop as he lengthened his strokes, starting to fuck the human with reckless abandon. Heavy hips ground in with each thrust, and the new position, with one of her knees hooked over his forepaw, meant that he could slam right in to her deepest reaches, until that fat knot kissed up against her outer lips and thudded against her clit.

“F-fuck… fuck!" Alice hissed, thrashing beneath him, her belly visibly convulsing with yet another orgasm as that fat knot pounded her poor clit into submission, her entire body rocking with the intensity of Atlas' motions.

With a bestial snarl, Atlas started to rut the human with wild strokes, hips shoving and pounding against her urgently, and that fat knot starting to balloon outwards again, the entire length of black flesh stiffening and quivering more intently, heralding what was to come.

“I-inside!" Alice squeaked breathlessly, eyes wide, staring down her own body to where that incredibly fat knot was grinding against her. “C-cum inside!" she repeated, her tone almost begging. At that point, if Atlas had asked her to kneel in front of him and jerk him off into her open mouth like the most stereotypical of porn-slut, her only question would be if she could use one hand to masturbate please or did he need both of her hands to get off properly?

But there was a wild orgasm building in her core, and after this bestial fucking, she needed to feel him blast a load in her pussy. She needed to feel his heat splashing inside her.

Atlas narrowed eyes down at her, growled ferally and leaning against her further, dwarfing her exposed body with his much larger one, his paws moving from gripping her wrists to gripping her hips instead, helping give him leverage to spear his massive black spire of twitching, throbbing black flesh knot-deep inside her again and again.

Alice cried out in delight a little bit of pain as she stretched wider and wider, that fat knot grinding against her wildly. There was just no way it could fit. It was too fat, too round, and the big arcanine too close to carefully edge her open around it. Instead, the big canine arched his back and settled into urgent, rutting humps that rocked her back and forth across the counter and sent her into a slack-jawed daze on the precipice of a tumultuous orgasm.

With a heated snarl, Atlas gripped her hips, and then crammed himself against her, fat knot throbbing wildly and thickening against her thighs, fattening up to its full size as a sudden lance of molten heat pulsed deep inside her.

Alice quivered, her entire body going tense and a scream dying in her throat, eyes wide and hands gripping the arcanine's forepaw on reflex as that first lance of incredible heat splashed deep inside her belly. Her entire body convulsed, and she arched, the breath struck from her body as Atlas gave a heaving thrust against her and a second, third, and fourth powerful spray of canine spunk splashed, gooey, hot and deliciously heavy, across the very deepest reaches of her body.

Atlas' snarl of delight was joined by Alice's low, quiet whimpers of breathless euphoria as she clenched wildly around him, thrashing and convulsing in reflexive spasms as she came hard around him, squeezing and clenching and milking around his spurting cock. Gush after gush was deposited deep inside her, and even before the big canine was halfway done, she felt wild splatters of gooey arcanine spunk gushing from around where he was buried in her, splashing down over his knot and her inner thigh and dripping in viscous streams over the edge of the counter and onto the floor.

Alice found her breath as Atlas thrust again, sending another wash of gooey white mess spilling from over-stuffed cunt, and she screamed her orgasm at the ceiling, thighs trying vainly to squeeze around him while she was crammed to the utter limit with heavy gushes of molten-hot arcanine spunk gushing from her thoroughly-reamed, clenching, milking pussy.

Atlas snarled and lunged down to kiss her, adding black tongue to her mouth and gagging her scream, even as he started to hump again, ruthlessly fucking her throughout both of their orgasms and sending wild gushes of canine mess drooling down her inner thighs, making an absolute mess of both of their crotches, jerkily rutting her back and forth.

Alice wasn't sure how long the treatment lasted, but eventually, it came to a close, and all that remained was the wild panting of a human and pokemon, and the steady drip, drip, drip, of arcanine spunk drooling from her body and splashing down onto the tiled floor.

Her chest heaved wildly, and she tried to catch her breath, trying to push her hair out of her eyes and giving up after the second try from her shaking hands didn't work. She had no concept of the term 'fucked stupid' before that moment. But some dark corner of her mind definitely had the information to put that phrase into context now.

An affectionate nudge from Atlas roused her, and she groaned faintly, rolling a little further onto her back. The fat, used black cock slipped out of her thoroughly-reamed pussy, and the big arcanine licked affectionately around her neck and chin, smirking at her.

“You smug… bastard," Alice managed between heaving panting, her words having no bite to them.

Atlas just smirked, resting his nose between her breasts and staring at her innocently.

Alice groaned faintly, and then lifted a hand to pet his ears and head. “G-good boy."

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Keith jerked awake at the sound of a scream from the next room over, faintly audible through the muffling of the walls. His heart raced, and it took him several long seconds to remember that he had left Atlas with Alice and the screams probably weren't from any kind of violence.

He gave an annoyed groan and laid his head back down, while Aleda made a soothing noise and pet his cheek with a tail.

Fayah was standing next to the doorway to his room, like a quiet sentinel, ears occasionally swivelling back and forth to the faint sounds of arcanine-on-human rutting, before returning to her quiet guarding.