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A thud from outside woke Clarice. For a few moments she willed it to go away, but she sighed when it sounded again. She didn’t know what time it was, although the light shining in through her window announced morning had come. Like most months, she hadn’t been looking forward to this day; the first Saturday of every month was when she was required to go on patrol.

She had been working with the Johto Rangers for a little over a year now. She had been excited at first to join, the pamphlet painting it as the equivalent of a summer camp. It didn’t mention that there was a lack of electricity and that communication with the outside world was impossible outside of their emergency radio. Even the cabin she lived in – although built just a few years prior – was practically just a one room, wooden shell.

Clarice squeezed her eyes tight to try to block out the sound, desperately fighting for just a few more moments of sleep. It was futile, however, and she let out an exasperated sigh as she climbed out of bed.

Her pajamas were white and silky soft, although they had started to grow stiff from hand washing in the stream. Holes were already starting to appear near the knees, even though she rarely found the time to wear them.

The woman was tall, with golden blond hair that was already hanging down to her shoulders. Since there weren’t many trips made back into the city, she didn’t have the best opportunity to get it cut. Her features were soft, but she was known to cut a nasty glare at her compatriots, whether she intended to or not.

This wasn’t exactly what she thought she would be doing in her early twenties, but the pay was good, and it was meant to look excellent on a college application.

There were only three of them located this far north of Lake of Rage. As pokemon populations began to dwindle, this area had been designated as a private nature preserve. There were fences and warnings for miles around, warning trainers that their pokeballs wouldn’t work out here.

It had been amusing for her when some of them tried to bypass the rules in search of rare pokemon. Although she didn’t know that much about the technology, her boss had insisted that the device dampeners located at each corner of the preserve laid down a field that interfered with captures. In truth, she wouldn’t have minded the opportunity to see what she could find herself.

As she dressed in one of her many ranger uniforms, she made sure to tuck her hair into a ponytail. It got in her face most of the time, and she wasn’t about to let the others try to cut it. The end of her ponytail was uneven, and she grimaced when she saw it hadn’t grown back properly in the past month.

Her outfit was one of many matching sets, red and black with the Pokemon Ranger insignia on the back of it. The shorts barely reached her knees, and at times she worried that her midriff would be showing if she lifted her arms above her head. No matter how much she complained to the home base, they still sent her the wrong measurements for uniforms.

The last thing she grabbed was her Capture Styler, the only thing that would work beyond the fence. It was wrist mounted, an improvement on the original design that came with a built-in poketranslator. While the ability to talk to pokemon had been fun at first, she quickly came to realize there wasn’t much of a difference between talking to them or a human.

When she walked out of her cabin, she was greeted by one of her fellow rangers. His name was Tosh, and he was the source of the thudding noise she had heard. He was standing next to the main lodge, ax in hand and a pile of chopped wood already laying around him. The man was younger than she was, having joined the Rangers right out of high school. It struck her as strange that anyone would dream of doing a job like this, but she figured it wasn’t her place to judge.

His brown hair was buzzed short, and unlike Clarice, he had started to put on noticeable muscle from his time spent doing menial labor around their camp. He never seemed to complain about it, and she was more than happy to let him do her work when he volunteered. She thought of him almost like a little, lost houndour: desperate to please, and constantly running around.

As usual, his flaafy was sitting under a tree nearby. Laying next to her was a pile of clothing, and she was slowly threading a needle through torn patches in the material. She was still a wild pokemon, having originally been found in a thunderstorm by Tosh just a couple of days into their tenure out here. After that, she had clung to his side almost constantly, and even when she evolved, she insisted on staying put.

“Hey, hey! Morning, Clarice!” Tosh’s cheerful greeting met her ears, and she sighed under her breath as she turned to him. He had set the ax down and was using a handkerchief to wipe the sweat from his face, looking a bit bashful as he did so.

Clarice debated on heading straight for the main lodge, but she made herself smile and turn to him. He might have been a bit too overeager at times, but she had always thought his heart was in the right place. “Hey Tosh, hey Aries. Isn’t it a bit early to be working? Did Janice already put you up to this?”

The flaafy looked up at her and gave a sweet smile, waving one of her paws before hurrying back to her work. She always seemed shy and soft-spoken around everyone, especially the other woman. If she didn’t know better, she would have thought she was almost jealous. She had noticed the sheep pokemon’s unhappiness whenever Tosh insisted on taking over her tasks.

“Naaaah just wanted to make sure we’re stocked up!” He pressed the ax head against the ground and leaned against the wooden handle. “It’s a field day for you, right? Man, I’m so jealous. Last week, Aries and I saw a bunch of wildflowers about to bloom; I bet it’s gorgeous out there.” He smiled back at the electric sheep. “Make sure you stock up on rain gear, the radio was announcing it’s supposed to pour in two days.”

“Great…just what I wanted to hear.” She grits her teeth together at the thought. Being stuck out in the wild was one thing but having to put up with it in the rain was even worse. “I’m going to take Fletcher. At least then I won’t have to worry about my matches getting wet.”

His smile faltered for a moment before he sighed and rubbed the back of his head. “You know, uh…he still doesn’t really want to work with you after last time.”

“Well, that’s what the Styler is for, right?” Her eyes narrowed when she heard this. The pokemon in question had been her go-to choice ever since she first came to camp. Even though they had worked together countless times over the last year, their relationship was rocky at best. Janice had mentioned the two were too similar for their own good, and she despised being compared to him. “He owes me, anyway.”

To emphasize this, she grabbed her ponytail and tugged it around, showing him just how jagged it was. “The bastard can’t control his flamethrower to save his life…I can’t chop it off as you can yours.”

“Well, you WERE standing upwind of him when we were doing the burn…”

Her eyes narrowed at him accusingly when he brought up the controlled burn they had participated in a few weeks ago. Since the forest floor in the preserve would get so cluttered with dead plant life and foliage, it was at a greater risk for forest fires. If a wayward fire type were to accidentally spark a fire, the whole preserve could have gone up.

The controlled burns would happen four times a year. They broke it up into quadrants, using an electrically powered vehicle (usually powered by Aries) to reach the areas that would take days to travel to on foot. The last time they had done it, even though he insisted that it was an accident, he had caught the end of her hair on fire.

If Tosh hadn’t been there with an Azumarill to cull the flames, she was sure she would have lost a lot more than a couple of inches.

“Like that matters, I’m going to grab him after gearing up.” She was about to walk away before Tosh gently cleared his throat to garner her attention one last time.

He shifted uncertainly as he looked at her, but smiled nonetheless. “Did you ever, uh…consider that date?” The younger male looked at her with his best set of puppy dog eyes, intently hoping to hear her approval. Aries had looked up from her work when he mentioned this, the sheep pokemon interested in hearing what she had to say as well.

Clarice knew he was going to ask this, and that was why she had tried to cut their conversation as short as possible. He hadn’t kept his infatuation with her a secret, but instead eagerly attempted to garner her attention by doing these little favors for her. She had been content allowing him to take his time in working up the nerve to ask her, but after he had finally been bold enough to ask, she dreaded hurting his feelings.

Even now, as Aries looked at her with worried hope for her friend, as Tosh began to grow more anxious from her silence, she couldn’t help but sigh. “Look, Tosh…you’re a nice guy, but we have to work together, and this is the last place I would want to find a boyfriend in.”

Tosh’s hopeful expression faded away when she rebuffed his advances, but he gave her a sincere smile and nodded. “I understand…thanks for, ummm…being straightforward about it…I’m going to head back to work now. I hope you have a good time on your trip.” He smiled at her one last time before retrieving his ax and heading back to the woodpile.

As she walked away, she noticed a look on the flaafy’s face. It almost seemed like she was relieved the human woman had turned him down, but she disregarded it. They were meant to be friends, why would she be happy Clarice wasn’t interested in him?

Their camp was small. There were three cabins tucked together against a forest with a large lodge across from them. They were separated by a well-worn dirt road; one direction headed towards Mahogany Town. The other would travel a few dozen yards before it reached a large, metal gate that blocked off the entrance to the preserve.

It was a huge plot of land; unclaimed wilderness that was designated a natural history site by the Johto Government. The northern expanse was blocked off by wide mountain ranges that formed a natural barrier from that direction. The east and west were both fenced up like the south was.

At the very center of the preserve was a large hill, surrounded by rocky outcroppings. At the base of it was a small lake with various streams running off from it. A spring at the base of the hill pumped pure water from an aquifer below ground. Near the lake were a few cameras set up to monitor pokemon activity.

The main lodge served as their mess hall, the base of operations, and their ‘activity center’. A handful of board games – most missing pieces – were shoved into a bookcase along with a few dogeared books on conservation. Towards the back of the building was a small kitchen with a window looking out into the long, rectangular room.

Her supervisor and the most experienced ranger was standing in front of a bank of monitors. Older than Clarice, the two of them normally butted heads over her insistence on doing everything by the book. She had short, black hair that was trimmed down like Tosh’s was, but as opposed to Clarice, she had a kind face.

Clarice had made the mistake of confusing her kindness for weakness in the past, and she still shuddered to think of the extra duty she had to pull.

The older woman looked up at her and smiled before turning back to the cameras. “Morning, Clarice. I’m glad you’re going out today…camera three and five are experiencing difficulties. I’m not getting any kind of feed out of them.” She tapped on a monitor displaying a solid black screen. “The last thing we need is to have to requisition more, you still remember how to reset them, right?”

She rolled her eyes at the mention of this. It seemed like every other day their antiquated technology was falling apart. If the Capture Styler wasn’t brand new, she would have assumed it would suffer the same fate. “I’m pretty sure, just flip it over, hold the power and focus buttons for fifteen seconds, right?”

As she asked this, she walked up to a row of hooks opposite the monitors. She had already put together a backpack full of supplies for the next few days. A small, pop-up tent was folded across the back of it; a little extra weight seemed worth it in her mind. In addition, she grabbed a rain poncho and shoved it in the bag, keeping Tosh’s warning in mind.

“That’s right. Try to get out there as soon as possible, I wouldn’t want you messing around with them in the rain.” She smiled at her and crossed her arms over her chest. It always annoyed Clarice how she constantly tried to act motherly towards her, but it never seems to bother Janice. “If you’re lucky, you might be able to get in range of the mountains before the clouds roll in. If you can set up camp in the shadow, you could probably avoid the worst of it.”

She sighed and let out a grunt as she hefted the backpack onto her shoulders. It was heavy, but after so long out in the wild she had gotten used to it. She could only imagine what her friends would say if they saw her now; in high school, she had been the epitome of the popular girl stereotype.

“Joy. So, I’ll only get partially soaked…” She grumbled to herself. “You know I hate you for this, right?” It annoyed her, even more, when Janice simply shrugged and turned back to the monitors. “I love tromping around in the forest, wondering if I’m going to get bitten by an ekans.”

“All part of the job. Just think of that recommendation letter, right? You still want to go to college eventually, don’t you?” She smiled at her. “Have you thought about whom you’re going to take with you?” Janice paused and leaned down to type on the keyboard in front of the monitors.

“Fletcher.” She noticed the way Janice’s shoulders went rigid at the mention of this. It didn’t seem as big a deal to her, so she didn’t know why everyone else was making it one. “We work well together; the bastard owes me.”

“You know, you complain about him every time, yet you’re always picking him. I understand he’s one of the strongest pokemon around here, but…it wouldn’t hurt to give the others a try?” Janice looked over her shoulder at her, giving her an almost concerned glance. “Dogs don’t like being pushed around for too long, just remember that.”

Clarice finished strapping the backpack to herself and grabbed one of their long-distance walkie-talkies from a charger near the door. It was meant to be compact, but it still felt like a brick in her hand. “’ Wild canines instinctively feel the need to assert their dominance over others’,” her tone was monotone, reflecting the Ranger guidebook they had all been required to read “’ they do not give control willingly, especially to a disrespectful ranger.’ Come on, Janice. Give me some shred of respect.”

“Just don’t come crying back to me if he gives you lip again…” Her eyes flicked up towards her as she approached the door, allowing her to see the younger woman reflected in the monitors.

She scoffed as she opened the lodge door, the thudding noise from Tosh chopping wood reaching her ears once more. “He’s a mouthy asshole, but I guess it’s warranted with how strong he is.” The final part of her uniform was applied when she grabbed a hat from the door. It was a bit of a hassle for her to weave her ponytail through the back of it, which Janice noticed in amusement.

“You should really let me trim your hair when you get back. It’s just going to keep getting in the way.” Suddenly, she cursed and stood back up. “Great, camera four just went down as well. What the hell is going on out there…three through five all need to be checked.”

“I’d sooner let Fletcher burn the rest of it off. I’ll radio you when I make camp.” The older woman raised a hand in acknowledgment before going back to the task at hand.

She walked at a brisk pace past Tosh and Aries, barely looking at the two as she pulled her backpack straps higher on her shoulders. She couldn’t begin to describe how much she loathed this part of her job; conservation was fun and all, but these trips amounted to little more than a hike in the woods.

The gate stood tall and imposing in front of her. It was meant to act more as a deterrent than an actual barrier, as the fence lines on either side of it were made of much weaker material. She held her Capture Styler up to a small scanner on the front of it, and a dull beep sounded its acceptance.

With a groan of metal on metal, the door swung open a few feet, just enough to allow her to slip in. As soon as she was under the canopy of trees, she pulled the door closed behind her. It was dark in here, with most of the sunlight being obscured by the imposing trees that surrounded her.

Most of the pokemon had no problem navigating the terrain, but for humans, it was a little harder. The area they covered with the controlled burn had already sprouted new growth, so she stuck to the well-worn vehicle path they had created over time. She had to turn off the path, however, and she couldn’t help but notice something strange about the plant life she was walking through.

Like Tosh had mentioned, they were wildflowers, but unlike any she had seen before. They grew in clusters, vivid pink with six petals, white along the edges with yellow in the center of them. As she stepped through them, she would unintentionally kick up a cloud of yellow pollen that clung to her legs, no matter how much she tried to brush it off.

The aroma was heady and intriguing, filling her nose with a potent scent that made her shoulders tense up. It was hard to deny that Tosh might have been right, they truly were beautiful. Before she realized it, she was walking in a small cloud yellow dust, every breath she took polluted with the biological material.

She sneezed hard, her eyes beginning to water from it. It was overwhelming, and her heart began to beat faster in her chest. Her legs felt almost like they were tingling, and she picked up her pace. She hadn’t realized it before, but her stomach felt like it was tightening up into knots, an odd warmth growing in her lower body.

It wasn’t like she was unfamiliar with the signs of her own arousal, but she couldn’t remember the last time she had felt this way. It embarrassed her when she realized she truly was horny; she had been too tired over the last few months to give her body any attention.

Why it was starting up now, right when she was about to go on her long hike, she had no idea. If anything, she treated it with apathy. When she was around Fletcher, she was certain any mood that she felt would vanish.

Only after she cleared the flower bed did she manage to catch a clean breath of air, but her heart didn’t stop racing for a moment.

Clarice took one last look back at the flowers, her mind a bit fuzzy. Botany had been an important lesson for the Pokemon Rangers. The threat of invasive species was all too real when it could choke out potentially beneficial ones. Her hand pressed against her radio, part of her wondering if she should call it in. To see new plant life like this was worrisome, but she felt like she might be overreacting.

Her choice was made when she shook her head and walked away from them. She swallowed the saliva that had begun to pool in her mouth and smiled to herself. They were just flowers, after all, they had to be harmless. And they smelled so damn good…

The fuzzy feeling in her mind only dissipated after she had gotten a good distance away from them. For a moment, she looked around, having forgotten just what she was doing before cursing her own lack of attention. Even if the pokemon in here were normally friendly towards the rangers – for understanding they were solely protectors – she still needed to keep on her toes.

There were pokemon in here that could do real damage if they wanted to, and the last thing she wanted to do was run into one of them. Most of their job was repairing the fence from overzealous new arrivals that were unwilling to find another way in. She needed Fletcher for that very reason, to help explain that the Rangers were merely there to keep out trainers.

Fletcher’s den wasn’t very hard to find. His territory was small but well-marked, tucked away along the fence line. She passed trees covered in scorch marks, just enough to graze the bark without penetrating too deeply into them. The ashy scent of burnt wood would always let her know that she was getting close to him, and her eyes narrowed as she entered a small clearing.

The ground here was devoid of grass, instead covered in a thin layer of white ash that was kicked up with every step she took. A tree grew just above a small dirt mount, the roots partially obscuring the entrance from view. She could hear the sound of snoring coming from within, and the acrid scent of a dirty canine wafted from the entrance.

“Fletcher, wake up.” She said this in a loud, commanding tone. One of her feet came down on the roots next to the entrance, sending dirt cascading into the darkness and arising a snort from deep within the den. Clarice could sense movement within, and even though she tried to prevent it, a shiver ran down her spine when she caught the glint of a pair of eyes.

The canine pokemon began pulling himself free of the den, his pointed, orange muzzle the first thing to slide out. It was followed by his large, white horns, pointed backward at a devilish angle. His eyes narrowed when he saw his unwanted visitor, and he growled as his front paws touched down on the ashy earth. He was all muscle, his shoulders broad, built like a tank and just as intimidating.

The bangles on his front and back paws were the same color of ivory white as the skull marking on his chest and the ribs going down his spine. His teeth displayed themselves accompanied by a rumbling, unhappy growl. There was a sheen of dirt and the natural oil his body produced on his furry coat; he had mentioned before that his fire type nature made him despise baths.

His scent made her grimace, only adding to the annoyance on the houndoom’s face when he finally stood up to his full height in front of her. His height went up to her stomach, his pointed tail raised high over his back. The long, pink tongue of the canine darted along his muzzle before he let out a loud, extended yawn.

“Oh, great. My least favorite person in the entire world.” His tone was deep and masculine, carrying a hint of animalistic anger. It never failed to make her feel uneasy; she hated how his voice echoed in her like this. “I was hoping after last time our little partnership was finally over with. But you just won’t leave me alone, will you?” His dark, red eyes narrowed accusingly as he asked this. “You’re just desperate to be mistreated, I suppose.”

“Stuff it, mutt.” She pressed her hands against her hips as she looked down at him, matching the canine’s intense stare with one of her own. The hellhound was intimidating, but she had never let a man push her around. Even in high school, she had never been one to chase or fantasize about a man, especially not a beast like him. “You should know by now. If you live here, that means you have to help keep this place safe.”

He scoffed loudly and accusingly. Licks of flame escaped from his muzzle before he turned and spat out on the ground. “I never, ever see you asking anyone else for help out here.” The wild canine stepped forward slowly, his flank turned towards her. He circled her slowly, looking at her out of the corner of his eyes as he did so. “No matter what, whenever you need something done around here, you come crawling back to me…”

Clarice did her best not to tense up when the houndoom left her line of sight. She could hear his footsteps continuing behind her before he appeared on her left side. It was a game he always insisted on playing with her, trying to force her to quake and tremble before him. She assumed he despised the fact that she didn’t put up with his attitude, or his attempts at warding her off.

“Why is that, human?” He paused in front of her, his tongue falling further from his mouth. “Are you a glutton for punishment? Do you enjoy it when I insult you?” He scoffed at her, his tail beginning to flick around. Even though he knew he was going to be forced into servitude yet again, he couldn’t resist pushing her buttons. “I’ve known some pokemon to be masochists, but never a human.”

“Maybe. Or maybe I enjoy seeing you realize your place.” She smirked when his smile faltered, and she immediately pressed on. “When you realize that you’re not an alpha like you think you are, but just another sad little pup that can’t resist having a master to boss them around.” Clarice had tried to prepare herself for his reaction, but when he bared his fangs and snarled at her, she took a small step back. “I bet if I were a pokemon, I’d have you eating out of the palm of my hands.”

“You would be wise to watch your tongue, little girl…” The canine walked up to her, his red eyes burning with disdain. Their tug-of-war with words always went this way, but she realized she had touched on a rather sensitive subject. “You’re in the woods with no one around to help you…I might not have meant to light that pretty hair of yours on fire before, but…” He trailed off, only to shake his head and growl at her. “You’re not worth the trouble. It’s beneath me to threaten an omega bitch like you.”

Clarice’s eyes narrowed at the same time the houndoom’s did. The two looked at each other before the human raised her arm, displaying the Capture Styler.

“Fletcher. You’re going on patrol with me. I would rather skip the song and dance, but I’m not letting you weasel your way out of this.”

The houndoom snarled at her, a burst of flame hitting the ground a few feet in front of her. Even she could tell it was meant to be a deterrent rather than an outright attack on her. “Try me, bitch. I’m not going to let you use me again without a fight.”

After all the time they worked together, she knew one very important thing about the houndoom. He believed in his own misguided chivalry and refused to hurt a female. Even if that female was a human forcing him to do something against his will.

Clarice’s Capture Styler chimed when she activated it, and a small, spinning disk popped out of it. It hovered in midair in front of her while her fingers danced along the control pad, sending the disk flying towards Fletcher. “You’ve never hit it before, what makes you think you will now?” The corner of her mouth turned up in a smirk when the houndoom snapped at the air, missing the disk by mere inches.

It began to spin around him, leaving a faint, blue trail of light as it began to power up. The houndoom planted his front paws against the ground, trying to focus on the disorienting object as it invaded his personal space. Weak ember attacks flew from his maw, almost grazing the disk.

His attacks would fade out when they landed on the ashy ground, showing just how many times they had done this before. Clarice would pull the disk out of range with even the subtlest motions that he made. She knew how the houndoom would trace, how he would try to get ahead of it with his attacks. At those moments, she would dart it over his head or between his legs, never giving him the chance to land a hit.

The canine became more agitated as the blue light became more vivid, the disk humming louder by the second. His fur was bristling, and his tail was lashing about as he made one last, desperate lunge for the disk, only to miss entirely. The houndoom’s forward momentum carried him right into Clarice, even as the disc beeped to signal the capture was complete.

Clarice didn’t have the opportunity to get out of the way, having been so intent on finishing the capture that his bulky body slammed into her. She let out a grunt and cried out as she hit the ground, a cloud of ash rising over the two of them and forcing her to close her eyes. She could feel his paws resting on her breasts, the hot, sour breath of the houndoom in her face.

Only when she opened her eyes and glared in disdain at the male could she see the amused look on his face. She may have completed her goal, but he had the last laugh.

“I have to say…you look good in the dirt.” His muzzle dipped closer to her face, their eyes less than a foot apart. He became conscious of where his paws were and quickly moved them to her shoulders, keeping her pinned on the ground. “You say you’re an alpha female, but you’re not even trying to get up…”

Although she didn’t know why, he was right. Even with his paws pressed against her shoulders, she was certain she could push him away. Her resistance felt muddled, the familiar sensation that the scent of those flowers gave her seeping back into her bones. Why would she get aroused by something like this?

The canine suddenly froze, his twitching nose the only part of him that was moving. His eyes had widened before going half-lidded, and his wet nose suddenly pressed firmly against her neck. She could feel his entire body go rigid as he took a deep inhale, his breathing growing noticeable against her neck.

Evidently, he smelled something that he liked, because at that moment she couldn’t move her head away from him. Clarice had finally managed to work up the effort to press one of her hands against his chest above his skull marking. Her fingers trembled when she felt how muscular it was, even under the greasy black fur. She had never really noticed just how strong he was, how his muscles rippled with each movement that he made.

She was snapped out of it when she felt something warm pressing against her bare leg. Fletcher seemed to realize it as well, and he forcefully pulled himself away from her. Even as he tried to adjust his hips, she still saw just what he was trying to hide.

She had never truly paid attention to the sex of the pokemon before; he was always distracting her with his obnoxious attitude. Clarice wasn’t the type of girl to be interested in that type of thing either, but now she could see it.

Hanging between his hind legs was a sheath, thick and befitting a canine of his stature. It was long and plump, hanging above a set of baseball sized furry, orange testicles. They hung down heavily between his back legs, and almost seem to swing with every step he took. Poking out of the end of his sheath was a sharply tapered, bright red tip. It was barely extended two inches outwards, but it was more than enough for her to realize just what it was.

He had gotten aroused when he was on top of her.

Her face grew red and she sat up quickly as the canine turned away from her. Their combative attitudes were dashed, the atmosphere in the clearing growing heavy. The last thing she wanted to do was bring attention to it, and by the way he reacted he wasn’t too proud of it himself.

“You came here for a reason, right?” He demanded her attention with a gruff, impatient tone as he shuffled around on his hind paws. “You got me up, forced me out of my den, and used your stupid little toy on me. Let’s just go…” The anger was rising in his voices, and his tail lashed madly around behind him.

Even though she tried not to, now that she knew they were there, she couldn’t resist allowing her eyes to dip down to gaze at the heavy sac. How had she never seen them before? They were so big and rounded, hanging so tantalizingly low. His tail did nothing to hide them from sight, and before she realized it, she was drooling again.

The disgust hit her like a truck, and she quickly jumped to her feet. She had been gawking at his private parts. Her, a human, a woman so beautiful that Tosh was constantly trying to get her to go out with him, and here she was staring at a dog’s junk. He gave her the dignity of disregarding her as she brushed the ash from her legs and arms.

“Next time you tackle me like that, I’m going to kick your ass.”

“You say that like you have any chance. If I wanted to keep you pinned…I could.”

The threat rang in her ears, rendering her still while she stared at the back of the canine’s head. Her hand clutched her Capture Styler tighter, a strange sensation going through her. When was the last time she actually felt…intimidated by the hellhound? His vague warning made her shiver, but whether it was from fear or something else, she couldn’t tell.

“We’re going to the center of the preserve. There are cameras down at the lake and there’s always an abundance of pokemon there.” She walked past him, trying to get her bearings straight. It was a fluke, just a simple mistake that would never happen again. As his heavy footfalls started up behind her, she wondered just why it had gotten to be so awkward for both of them.

The canine was silent as they walked, although he did eventually step up the pace enough to match her speed. He refused to look at her, instead directed his pointed muzzle directly ahead of him.

It was unnerving having the usually verbose canine so quiet, and even more so for her to be at a loss of words. He seemed angry, angry at her. It infuriated her that he could be mad at her for his own arousal, but she didn’t voice it.

The normally still forest was alive with the song of different bird pokemon high overhead. As spring ended and summer began, flocks of birds used the preserve as a resting spot before heading further inland. At times, she saw a few species non-native to the Johto region; it was honestly one of her favorite parts of the job

While they were traveling, they came across another zone that had been part of the controlled burn. Like the first one, this one was rife with the same strange flowers she had seen before. When she looked closer, however, she would notice a slight difference. Unlike the ones by the gate, these flowers had eight petals instead of six and were a dull purple color.

Fletcher noticed her hesitation when she stopped a few feet short of them, and he quickly scoffed at her. “What? What are you waiting for? Are you worried you might trample them?” The way he looked at her led her to believe he wasn’t feeling any different being in their presence.

“Let’s go around, Fletcher…Fletcher?” After taking a few steps to the side and realizing she hadn’t gotten a response, she turned back to him. The canine had disregarded her suggestion and was walking straight through them. His black coat was already dotted with the yellow pollen.

“Are you kidding? Why in the hell would we waste time going around?” He cocked his head to the side as he looked back at her, his eyes narrowing further. He didn’t seem to be having trouble with the flowers, even if they looked similar enough to seem like the same type she had seen before. His tail rose over his back in a display of aggression, and he grits his teeth together before gesturing her on with his head. “We’re going this way, Clarice.”

His command oozed with finality, and the way he said her name sent a shiver down her spine. She didn’t want to risk it, but she wasn’t going to let the canine push her around like this. She felt the flowers brushing against her legs as she stepped into them. Her nose trembled when the cloyingly sweet aroma rose around her, but she forced herself to walk along faster.

Even though Fletcher didn’t seem as agitated by it as she was, he was moving fast, kicking up a storm of petals around him. His raised tail gave her a good view at his balls, and no matter how she tried to look away, they taunted her with each movement he made.

The saliva was building in her mouth and her lips trembled as that far away sensation began to invade her mind again. It was different this time, instead of igniting a fiery need in her stomach, she felt relaxed, unbothered by his attitude.

It made her feel almost giddy and the corners of her mouth turned up in a silly grin. She wasn’t sure why she had been so against it, but this was nice. The scent was stronger than the first one had been.

Everything smelled so sweet, her entire body was at ease. His commanding voice telling her to pick up the pace sounded far away, but she followed it regardless. At that moment, even though she was the Ranger, following him didn’t seem like a bad idea. It didn’t seem to matter that he was the pokemon here, he deserved as much a say in where they went as she did.

Only after she stepped free of the burn zone and managed to catch her breath did semblance slowly start to return to her mind.

Fletcher didn’t give her the opportunity to relax. The pollen from the flowers wasn’t bothering him in the least. His shoulders were tense and his gait commanding her attention. She had to almost struggle to keep up with him, and she stood at attention when he growled at her.

“See? If we went around, that would have taken way too long.”

“Y-Yeah…”

“I should be the one leading the way all the time, we’d get where we’re going faster.” He snapped his teeth together, grinding them slightly. “That’s probably why you always grab me. I’m the alpha in this forest, and you know it.”

She felt the heat rise to his face as he insinuated once more that he was the one in charge of their expedition. She opened her mouth a few times to dispute it, but her mind was still in a haze, and it took a while before she found herself stammering an answer. “You really, really are the alpha…”

Clarice kept walking even when the houndoom stopped in place. She didn’t realize he wasn’t following her until she realized she was walking alone. There was a moment of panic when she felt she had done something wrong and upset him. When she looked back over her shoulder, she noticed the houndoom’s eyes were locked on the strange wildflowers they had just come through.

“Hey, Clarice…you ever saw those before?” He didn’t bother to turn towards her. His shoulders were rigid, and there was a hint of a growl to his tone. “Kind of reminds me of a grass pokemon’s sweet scent.”

She found herself oddly relieved when he revealed his disdain wasn’t directed towards her. It made her smile before cold clarity came back to her mind. What did she care if he was angry with her or not? What was happening to her that such a trivial thing as a filthy dog’s opinion mattered in the least?

“Nope, first time today.” A dull throb had begun to build up in the back of her head, making her grimace. It reminded her of the first few days she worked. When she would spend the entirety of the day under the burning sun. “We burned this field just a month ago, right? The one near the gate was full of them as well…similar ones, at least.”

The canine nodded slowly in agreement, and while he was distracted, she set her backpack down next to her. Her water bottle was strapped to the side of it, and she took a few quick gulps from it. It only partially calmed the sensation in her head, making her think that she had simply been feeling this way because she was dehydrated. “I hope we don’t have to burn them again, to be honest, they’re kind of nice…”

Fletcher nodded slowly in agreement before turning and trotting back up to her. “I guess so if you’re into that kind of thing.” His eyes landed on her as she began to tilt the water bottle back to her mouth, and he immediately growled at her. “Give me some of that, I’m thirsty.”

His demand made her pause. She hadn’t realized it, but in her haste, she had already drunk half of it. She had iodine tablets in her bag to purify any water they found, but she didn’t want to have him slobbering all over her bottle. “Ugh. I’m still thirsty, and you’re going to drool all over it. Can’t you just wait till we get to a stream? Don’t dogs like drinking out of streams?”

“Clarice. Give me the water.” Underscored by a growl, his words exuded his dominance. His eyes were locked on her, examining the way she would react to this.

She flinched and stuck the bottle out in front of him, making him falter in place. The canine looks down at the rim before leaning forward and sticking his long, pink tongue into the bottle. He lapped it up quickly, his eyes narrowing at her. Once he had his fill, he pulled his tongue away and licked his lips clear. “There’s something weird going on with you.”

She hesitated but frowned when he made this assumption. The rim of the bottle was covered in his drool, and she started to tip it over to allow it to spill in the grass. “What are you talking about?” Before even a drop spilled, his bark made her jump.

“Drink it. You said you were still thirsty.”

“Are you kidding? You slobbered all over it!” She gestured with her other hand to the rim, but he stood his ground. Her heart was beating faster in her chest, making her wonder if he was right about there being something weird going on.

“Drink the water, bitch.” The harsh pitch to his voice made her freeze instantly. Like before, she found a cold fear settling over her as if something very bad would happen if she disobeyed him. “If you pass out, I’m not going to be the one carrying you back.”

Her fingers trembled around the bottle, the last of the fluid almost spilling out onto the ground. Under the houndoom’s gaze, she brought the slimy edge to her mouth and quickly gulped down what was left in the bottle. It had an almost spicy aftertaste to it, making her certain that his copious drool had mixed in with it.

Only once she had finished it – gasping with relief – did he grunt in confirmation.

“You know, I think I like this new you. You’re a lot less obnoxious when you actually do what I say.” Fletcher noticed the way her face reddened, and the corners of his muzzle turned up into a grin. “What, are you trying to get on my good side or something? Did you see me poking out back at the den and decide you wanted a piece of that?”

Her face reddened when he finally brought up his arousal, but right now she was much more worried about her own mental state. Ever since she had walked through that first patch, she had felt different, off, like things were happening too fast for her to react to them. Only now did she realize the scent was clinging to her.

“How many fields did we burn, Fletcher?” Her voice almost quivered, and she knew the answer before he even had a chance to say it.

“Four. Near the gate, here, by the berry orchard, and in front of the lake.” He had moved to his haunches next to her, focusing on her out of the corner of his eyes. His head tilted to the side momentarily, before he scoffed at her. “What does it matter? You want to go flower picking or something?”

She fell silent. Only when he got to all fours did she find the words. “We need to check them out. We can loop around from the orchard back to the lake.” She grabbed her backpack and pulled it back on. As she attached the empty water bottle to her backpack, she couldn’t remove the spicy taste that stubbornly clung to her lips.

The morning sun had given way to the afternoon, reaching its zenith in the sky as the two made their way through the forest. They didn’t see any pokemon, but she was certain they were smart enough to avoid a human when they heard one. She was thankful for the tall canopy blocking most off the sun’s rays, but she felt warm regardless of the shelter they provided.

Fletcher had taken the lead, something that she never allowed him to do before. She had always declared that she was the leader, not the follower, but right now that seemed like a trivial matter. Why should she care if the canine led the way? He was strong, he knew the area, his fur glistened so attractively in the sunlight…

Her eyes fluttered for a moment, that familiar detachment from reality creeping into her mind. That was true, he really was attractive. From the tip of his devilish tail to the ivory bangles on each leg. Even if he was a dog pokemon, she couldn’t deny that any female should find him attractive. Why did she always challenge him? Wasn’t it so much easier to allow him to lead her?

She lost herself as her train of thought ran wild. Her surroundings passed by like a blur, every tree looking exactly the same as she focused solely on him. She constantly picked him because she knew he was attractive. She picked him because he challenged her authority. She picked him because…she wanted him.

With nothing else to distract her, their silent trip was excruciating. Fletcher saw no reason to speak himself, and she couldn’t form the words no matter how hard she tried. Her eyes were locked on his rear end, on those swaying balls of his. She wondered how they would feel in her hands and if they were as heavy as they looked.

Even his scent had become more attractive to her; the yellow pollen that clung to his furry legs wasn’t hurting, either. Her heart was pounding faster, and she swore she could hear a faint ringing in her ears. The taste of his saliva was still fresh on her lips, making her wonder just what it would taste like from the source.

Only once they stepped free of the closely clustered forest did she realize how deep into a trance she had fallen. It didn’t stop her from staring, however. When Fletcher propped himself up against a rock at the top of the hill, she was giving a view of his glorious sac once more. His words barely registered in her mind as she began to approach him from behind.

“Heh, would you look at that?” The canine’s tail flicked around while he looked upon the flowing field of flowers at the base of the hill. It stood between them and the rows of berry growing trees, the undergrowth alive with pokemon. “These damn weeds are everywh- “ He yelped in surprise and quickly swiveled his head back to look at her.

Clarice didn’t realize she had done it until she felt the almost sweaty fur in the palm of her hand. Her face reddened greatly when she looked down at the canine’s heavy, furry balls resting in her hand, radiating heat and Fletcher’s masculine aura. She was holding them delicately, almost as if she was in awe of them.

“Bitch. What the HELL are you doing.” The houndoom’s eyes narrowed at her, and he snarled fiercely. He didn’t try to pull out of her hold for fear that she might be gripping too tightly, but that didn’t stop his hind legs from wiggling in place. “Who said you could touch me there?”

“I…I didn’t…” Clarice stammered, trying to find some way to explain herself. Her fingers twitched for a moment before she quickly released her hold on them. She could still feel the dense orbs, how warm they were, but right now she was faced with a very angry canine. “It j-just…happened…”

“Just happened? Just happened?” He repeated this twice for emphasis, jumping down from the rock he stood on and taking a step towards her. “You think you deserve to touch me like that?” His teeth bared at her, making her cringe in fear. “You haven’t earned the right to touch an alpha like that.”

Clarice swallowed hard as Fletcher forced her back before he suddenly jumped up on his hind paws. His front ones came down hard on her shoulders, his growling face mere inches from her face. She could smell his sour breath, see the saliva glistening on his tongue. “F-Fletcher, please…I’m sorry…”

“You’re going to be sorry…” He huffed under his breath, taking a few dancing steps on his hind legs when she adjusted her stance to hold his weight. In this position, she couldn’t help but notice the first few inches of his bright, red doghood pushing out of his sheath. Although he disapproved of her touch, it had an effect on him. “You’re a needy little bitch…what changed you? What made you decide you wanted to find your true place?”

The human was doing her best to keep her composure, but any resistance she tried to force up was instantly quashed. “It’s…it…” Her eyes fluttered when the canine pressed his warm, wet nose against the side of her neck, his chest rising heavily as he inhaled her scent.

“I smelled something funny on you this morning…” Even though the canine was angry, she noticed that his manhood was growing longer by the moment. It was already sticking five inches out, covered in ugly, crisscrossing veins. “You were covered in something that…made me want to bend you over right there…”

Clarice’s eyes widened when she realized just what he was referring to. The flower patch by the gate had its own unique qualities. He had fallen under the same pheromone-like spell that she had. The differences between the types she had seen were coming to mind; they were similar, but they each had their own effect.

“Fletcher, we need to call it in…we…” she bit down on her lip when his paw moved to the top of her head “we need to…to…” Her mouth suddenly felt dry, his impressive strength forcing her head lower. Before she could stop him, she had already dropped to her knees in front of him, the canine’s heavy paws keeping her pressed down below him.

His pointed tip dangled in her face, the heady aroma of a canine’s musk invading her senses. “T-The flowers, Fletcher, they’re making me act this way…” It was so potent that it made her eyes water, and she coughed heavily as her delicate nose came under assault. “We…need to call it in…” The houndoom’s paws had moved back to her shoulders, allowing him to stand tall on his hind legs, giving her complete access to him.

“You need to learn your place, bitch.” His injured pride demanded restitution from her, and he growled before pressing his hips forward. The slimy, raw erection pressed against her cheek, grinding against her face and smearing his potent scent everywhere. “I don’t give a shit about some ugly weeds. You owe me this for daring to lay your hands on me without permission.”

His hips drew back before swinging to the side, causing his erection to slap her cheek with a loud smack. Clarice’s eyes widened in shock at the grotesque, humiliating action, but he didn’t let up. The canine was staring down at her, watching her every move. With a bit of angling, he was able to jam the pointed tip of his erection against her lips.

“I have always wanted to see you laid out before me, accepting my cock. Now I know…” even though Clarice tried her best to keep him out, she gagged audibly while his manhood invaded her mouth “you’re just a subby little slut, who was too afraid to admit her place.”

The human woman’s hands trembled, and she grabbed the houndoom’s hind legs. Her initial reaction was to try and push him away, but he was far too strong for her. Before her eyes, he had reached a full length of eight inches, thin and boney, with a noticeable bump near the base.

She could feel the tip resting on her tongue, the intensely spicy taste of it making her lips tremble. He didn’t give her much time to get used to it before he took one step forward, driving a couple of inches into her mouth.

“If I feel teeth, you’re going to feel mine.”

Clarice winced and tried her best not to gag on the thin erection as her lips were forced to wrap around it. She had never done something like this before; she had always considered herself too good for any of the men she met. She could only imagine what they would say if they saw her now, on her knees with a dog’s dick in her mouth.

Fletcher’s heavy breathing hung above her head, a few drops of his drool landing in her hair. His prick exuded an intense heat, reminding her of her own burning arousal from that morning. She had wanted this, but now that she had it, she didn’t know what to do with it.

“Get to fucking work! I better feel you start sucking, slut! This is what happens when you disrespect an alpha!” The way he spoke to her, the way he began to rock his hips, making his shaft grind on her tongue. It was irresistible to her.

She tried to fight back the fog that was coming over her mind, but since she was forced to breathe through her nose, she couldn’t resist it. His underbelly was covered in the aphrodisiac-like dust from the second patch of flowers; the sweet aroma mixed with his own musky scent, making her mouth water.

Her last cognizant thought was that she could use her Capture Styer to force him off. The failsafe in it allowed her to issue commands he would have to follow. Her hands tightened on his legs, her eyes fluttering as she looked at the device on her wrist.

The decision was made for her as she swirled her tongue along the underside of his shaft. She needed this, she wanted to please him, to see just what it was like to be used. His shaft had become to swell up in her mouth, growing thicker by the second as his arousal continued to build.

“That’s it…” His tone softened when he felt her lips pursing around his erection, drawing him deeper into her mouth. She squeezed her eyes tightly, trying not to think about how much more she had to go. Only half of his veiny prick rested in her mouth, and she was already starting to gag. “Savor it. Get used to the taste. You’re mine now.”

A shiver ran down Clarice’s spine when his paw drifted down to her back, rubbing her in an almost reassuring manner. He was being forceful, but when she followed his commands, he seemed very willing to treat her a bit gentler.

The flavor was heady, his fiery manhood already beginning to twitch on her tongue. It felt incredibly hard, and from her time learning pokemon anatomy, she recalled that canines were supposed to have a bone in their sex organs to keep them ready to breed. By now, it had reached a full two inches of thickness, no longer nearly as boney as it had been.

Fletcher’s tongue had fallen from his mouth and his panting was very vocal. The soft groans he emitted reached her ears, embarrassing her to no end. When his paws went slightly slack on her shoulders, she pulled back a few inches, only to slide it back into her mouth. The spicy taste was starting to grow on her, and she was getting over the strange feeling of his erection in her mouth.

Her loud slurping filled the air, matching the canine’s pants. She couldn’t stop herself from drooling, her eyes still squeezed tightly shut. The woman was insatiable. Her heart was pounding incredibly fast, her clothing feeling so constricting around her.

His words of encouragement had slowed before all she could hear was his animalistic growling. The tip of his cock had continually tickled the entrance to her throat, but she didn’t want to stop now, she needed all of it. Her body was more than willing to accept him, and with how relaxed from the plant aphrodisiac she was, it was no challenge.

Her entire face blossomed with heat when her nose pressed into the coarse fur surrounding his crotch. His heavy balls, the very object of her desire, slapped against her chin when he bottomed out in her. It was satisfying to her, to think that she could take all eight inches of the canine’s dick, her lips pressed against the growing bulge at the base of his shaft.

She could feel a trickle of warm fluid leaking from the tip, going straight down her throat. As soon as Fletcher felt her taking it all, his paws wrapped around her tightly and his hind paws planted themselves on the ground.

“Get ready, I’m not stopping until I’m done.” His warning was very appreciated because a second later he began to pull his hips back. She could feel the veiny length running along her lips, pulling out a few inches before he drove himself back in.

The canine let out a loud, heavy grunt. His knot bounced off of her lips, already growing hard and increasing in girth by the second. He didn’t want her to take it, but every thrust would tease her with the threat, grinding the bulbous bump against her mouth.

Her eyes fluttered. Her lips squeezed tighter around him. He was fucking her throat, making her savor every last inch of his erection. And she wouldn’t stop him from doing it.

The sounds of her gagging reached his ear, but he didn’t allow that to deride him from his work. His teeth clenched together, and his claws dug deep into her ranger uniform. It gave him the perfect grip on her, and he used it to his advantage.

“Ahhhh…fuck yes, yes…I’ve wanted to, mmm, shut you up like this, ever since we met!” His eyes glistened with lust, hot, vile drool running from the corners of his muzzle. He tilted his head back to look at the sky as he thrust as an animal possessed. “I’m the alpha, bitch! I’m your alpha!”

Clarice could feel him throbbing faster, the pre his shaft released becoming thicker by the moment. The canine wasn’t gentle with her, giving her a crash course in how to deepthroat a cock. She wasn’t complaining, even when her throat bulged out from his thick meat.

The canine reached a crescendo of thrusts, growing more awkward and unstable before he slammed into her mouth one final time. His howl of victory signaled his dominion over her. His knot pressed firmly against her lips, forcing her to give it a lewd kiss as he exploded straight down her throat.

It was like drinking a cup of hot water, spurt after spurt of his load filling her body. She had no choice in the matter. With how deeply he was planted in her, he was making her drink every last drop of his essence. His heavy panting became the only noise she heard, and his balls twitched against her chin with each shot.

Only once his load had begun to die down did his paws release their death grip on her. The houndoom began to pull back slowly, allowing his human conquest to savor every last inch before his cock finally pulled free. Before it pulled out, the tip crossed her tongue, smearing his incredibly salty flavor around her mouth and giving her the first real taste of it.

His penis hung between his legs once it finally popped free, and he let out a loud sigh before dropping to all fours in front of her. His black fur glistened with sweat, but he was extremely relieved after that. He looked back at her and chuckled, shooting her a knowing grin when she desperately licked her lips clean.

“I always knew that this was the real you. Nothing but a dog cock hungry bitch.”

Clarice swallowed hard to clear the taste from her mouth, and moments later she felt the shame hit her. She felt uncomfortably full after all his balls had drained into her mouth. The knowledge that she had sucked him off, the man she loathed more than anything else, filled her with a shame that wouldn’t go away.

She slowly stood and began to swallow hard, trying to clear the taste from her throat. Fletcher had flopped onto his side nearby and his erection was laying on the grass, slowly beginning to soften back into his sheath.

She knew now that she needed to get answers; what was going on in the preserve, where did these flowers come from, and why did they make her feel this way?

“W-We’re…not done, yet…” She coughed heavily, finding it a bit difficult to speak after that. The taste of his semen immediately flooded her mouth once more, sending a shiver of want through her. “We have work to do…Fletcher.”

The houndoom raised an eyebrow and then rolled his eyes immediately after. “I’ll fuck you later, just give me a second to calm down. Gees…you’re a lot hornier than I thought.” He simply grinned at the human as she shook her head, his tongue poking out at her a moment later. “Alpha says we need a rest, so take a seat.”

He watched her when she hesitated, but his tail quickly began to wag when she followed his order. She sat with her back to him, looking down the hill towards the fields of flowers, but that was enough for him.