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The Poke'Bitch For Sidecord By Draconicon

Hades was used to working hard. When you served in the military, you worked hard or you died. That was the same for Pokemon as it was for their handlers and trainers. There was no distinction there, no break for one over the other.

However, there had always been rewards for that, both the official ones - a better pokeball, a better sort of food - and the unofficial ones that his trainer had given him on the regular.

Unfortunately, with their quasi-retirement from the military, it meant that Hades was getting less and less of the deference that he wanted from his trainer. The world outside the military put the trainer on a higher level than the Pokemon, and that was simply not allowed.

The Arcanine laid with his front paws crossed in front of him as he watched the television in the hotel room. His trainer was down at the pool, and he knew that she'd be down there for a while. The python enjoyed the eyes of the various men that were eager to stare at her breasts, and he knew that she'd be trying to make him jealous, get him riled up with the smell of other men on her.

That would work, too. It always had in the past, and he had a feeling that it always would. However, this time, he had something in mind to get her all riled up in return.

The Arcanine looked down at the little box that lay between its front paws. With the help of a psychic type and another trainer, he had managed to put in an order for something special. It had cost him a favor or two, but it would be just what was needed to push his trainer back in her place.

Back under him.

Back as his -

The soft tick-tick of a keycard at the door caught his attention, diverting it from the TV and the box. The door opened, and out of habit, he breathed in slightly, pulling fire into the back of his throat.

A scaly hand poked around the corner, and with it came the smell of his trainer. He let the fire die down again, barking softly in annoyance.

"Heh, it's not my fault that you get a little jumpy," Rashii said as she walked around the corner. "If you torch someone here, it's going to be my job to pay for it, so please try and relax."

Relax. That was not something that one did after a job like the pair of them had had. One could have fun, or do silly little things to distract oneself, but relax? That never happened after the things that they had seen.

He looked at her as she sat down on the bed beside him. More accurately, the Arcanine looked up at her breasts, at the barely-contained globes of soft scales and fat. She had used them so many times to get him off, to make him happy, but now...

He sniffed the air. There was no smell of cum on them, but the scent of pre-cum was definitely stronger than he liked. He growled deep in his throat, narrowing his eyes at her, but the python shook her head.

"They were just a couple of boys that didn't know how to deal with a woman, Hades," she said, patting him on the head. "It's not like I got them off. I just let them see everything before I came back up."

"Grrrrr."

"You are getting way too possessive. Remember who's the trainer here, hmm?" she said with a chuckle, patting his back. "Anyway, I'm going to get a shower."

A shower. A shower to wash off some of the other gunk on her, he imagined, perhaps even get some out of her holes if she had been playing in the pool the way that he imagined that she had been. He hadn't forgotten the way that she'd been teasing everyone on the main deck of the cruise ship that they'd taken to get here, and he hadn't forgotten the way that she kept putting herself out there to be admired.

Even now, she walked with the experienced movements and swaying motions of an expert slut, putting such sway and bounce into her hips that her bikini bottoms were riding up between her thighs and ass cheeks, her scaly rump swallowing it up in record time.

By the time she'd entered the bathroom, she might as well not have been wearing bottoms at all. She kicked off her sandals, leaving herself next to naked, only a few small triangles of cloth covering her nipples and her remaining modesty.

Normally, he loved the view, but this time, he couldn't help but think of all the other males that had been eyeing this, thinking that they had a chance to enjoy it, thinking that they had a chance to take his trainer and use her the way that was reserved for him. Hades growled deep in his throat again, his cock slowly pushing free of its sheath, pushing down against the sheets of his bed.

Bitch, he thought as he looked at her. Not in the derogatory way, not in the angry way that men would shout at women, but in the simple acknowledgement of what she was. My bitch.

Hades shook his head, hopping down from the bed and grabbing the box in his jaws. He shoved the bathroom door all the way open and slapped the box down on the counter hard enough to jostle the shampoos and conditioners on the counter. Rashii blinked, looking down at him.

"What's going on with you today? You're more aggressive than usual."

"Arc!"

I'm tired of looking at you change. You're going to remember what you are, and who belongs to who.

He nosed the box, then looked up at her. The snake woman gradually seemed to get the picture, reaching down and pulling the lid of the box off. Her eyes just about leaped open, wide enough and shocked enough to make him feel a little bit better.

Rashii dipped her fingers into the box, slowly drawing out a collar. A black banded thing, it looked almost like a Pokemon or dog collar, except for one thing.

Instead of a tag, it had a pokeball hanging from the end of it.

It was something that they both recognized. Him from ordering it, her from something that they had seen while they were still in the military. There were those like them, trainers and Pokemon that gained a huge bond during the war. Sometimes, the trainer would pick one that would have...authority, for lack of a better word, over them. That trainer would become the bitch, wearing a collar with that Pokemon's pokeball around their neck, and while it was nothing but a decoration to most people, there were plenty around that would recognize what it meant.

Hades put on as big a smirk as he could manage as his trainer turned to look at him, the snake wide-eyed and staring. She sputtered, looking down at the collar, then at him.

"I can't tell if you're fucking with me right now or not," she muttered, shaking her head. "Are you...is this serious?"

Hades nodded.

"You seriously see me this way? That I'm the bitch here?"

Was there ever any question of that? he thought, looking at her with his head cocked forward, his nose down just enough to imitate one of the two-leggers 'really?' faces.

"Well, that's true," she said, looking down at the collar. "It's not like I've been the one in charge in the bedroom, at all. But there's more to life than just that. And we aren't in the military where you get...those privileges...so easily."

No, but they were in a place where people looked the other way all the time. They were somewhere where he could get away with many things, as well as the people that were here at the resort. All he had to do was look up at her breasts again for that. Rashii didn't blush, but she did groan.

"That's different. I could play with you here, or even get mounted, but..."

He barked, looming up a bit higher. She opened her eyes a bit wider as he grabbed her wrist, pulling it up to her neck, making her hold the collar to herself as he growled.

"Are you telling me I don't get a say?"

He nodded.

"..."

"Arc. A. Nine."

"Okay, okay...I guess I can always take it off later..."

That was what she thought. He didn't plan on letting her take it off, ever, but that was a different matter. For now, what mattered was her putting it on. Hades took a step back, giving her the room to pull the black leather collar around her neck. The pokeball hanging from it was the best possible way of showing what she had become, what she was.

After all, if she wore that, then he didn't have to go into the pokeball. She didn't have a way of calling him off. He was the one in charge, and it was time that everyone around this place knew it.

As soon as she pulled it on and pulled it tight, he raked his claws down her body, ripping off both parts of her swimsuit. She gasped, but not in pain or shock. Arousal. He smelled it, and he grinned.

Stomping his front paw on the ground, he made her go to all fours, led her out of the bathroom, and made her stay that way by the door to the hotel room. He went back to the nightstand, pulled open one of the drawers, and dragged out the leash that she had used on him in the past.

As he trotted back to her, she blushed, but there was more to it than that. He did not only smell her arousal, but saw it, saw the little rivers of juices that were running from her sex to the floor, saw the stains on her scales from how much she was getting into this.

It was time for her to find out what being a bitch really meant. After tonight, there'd be no more doubt who was the trainer and who was the bitch.

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They left the elevator and entered the main lobby of the hotel. There were cameras in every corner, and there were several dozen people either lounging about or waiting to check in. There were a half-dozen hotel employees, ranging from the manager by the door to the busboys that were taking luggage to the elevator.

Every single one of them got an eyeful of Rashii as Hades dragged her out of the elevator with the leash. They stared at her, their eyes bugging out, and the Arcanine swelled with pride at what he had managed to accomplish.

As he walked across the lobby, Rashii was forced to follow. She'd stopped blushing quite so much on the way down, and it didn't start up again now that she was in view of everyone else. The fact that she had been so completely exposed in her swimming costume had probably helped with that, but now?

Now, she was completely naked, and there was no doubt what she was.

Some of the people in the lobby had already started muttering about her collar, while others had pointed at Hades's pointed cock, how it was already throbbing and dripping. Even those that didn't know what the collar meant were starting to put two and two together.

He nudged her with a forepaw, pushing her head down into the tiles. As she groaned under him, hiking up her hips and putting her tail off to the side like a good bitch, he smelled her need swell.

She loves it. She's been needing this.

The Arcanine moved around her, sliding his cock between her thighs, soaking them with his pre, marking her with his scent right off the bat. She moaned for him, panted for him, even as the entire lobby stared at her like she was some sort of freak.

She was, of course. She was his freak. His bitch.

He mounted her slowly, taking care to make sure that everyone could see his cock as he lowered himself towards her rump. His cock slipped between her ass cheeks, grinding up towards the base of her tail before dropping down again, grinding towards her sex. She shivered under him, reaching back with one hand to spread her pussy lips.

The heat pulled him forward, and he slowly sunk his tapered cock right into her slippery hole. The snake moaned under him, and suddenly, the group of people started pulling out phones, some of them snapping pictures and the others taking video.

There'd be no way of sending it out of here, of course. The hotel was guaranteed to have plenty of officers around to keep the right of privacy strong. Everyone that tried to send out video would find themselves in deep shit.

But the feeling of risk, the knowledge that she could be exposed as a Poke-Bitch, had the snake's pussy squeezing him almost as tight as her throat could. She rolled her hips back, plunging him deeper into her, rubbing her pussy lips right against the knot that was already forming at the base of his cock.

She moaned for him. She panted for him. She drooled for him as he worked his hips forward, making his balls swing forward and tap against her sex.

Rashii shivered, her arms starting to get a bit more firm under her. He ended that with a little thrust forward, a little forceful push that made his knot threaten to pop inside of her. The snake collapsed again, huffing and puffing.

Growling, he bit at the back of her neck, pulling her head back up, holding her in place. Everyone got one more shot of her, seeing her breasts hanging down, her head jerked back, her pussy impaled.

And then, he started rutting.

The End