{"sf1_id":1571148,"sf2_id":"A1pqLEye","title":"Nature's Reclamation","author":"Wolvesatyourdoor","words":12798,"posted_at":"2020-04-25T18:53:03.000Z","tags":["Bestiality","Blowjob","Bound","Canine","Cockring","Corruption","Femdom","Human","Pokemon","Pokephilia","Riding","Sex","Wolf","Zoophilia","mightyena"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1571148-nature-s-reclamation","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/A1pqLEye","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/45/7a/457a4ae3-9028-435d-96ef-05929f5ade7b","description":"Dorey waits in Captain's den, hoping the mightyena will return. She knows to see him again is going to be difficult, she hates the mightyena for what he did. She hates him for all he had taken from her. All of her life she has tried to control nature, but Captain will always be something she can never truly tame. It's through him she comes to realize she doesn't need to be the master of all she surveys. When it comes to Captain, there's no way she'll ever really control him.  \n  \n---  \n  \nThe last chapter of The Hoenn Huntress. It was super fun revisiting this scenario and these characters. If you read the story and enjoyed it, please do leave a comment, fave, or vote! I appreciate all feedback!","content":"Dorey lost track of time while waiting in Captain's cave. The light had diminished, the twilight glow of late afternoon telling her that it had been a few hours. Alone with her thoughts, every second had seemed like an eternity to her. In her restlessness, she had shifted through her bag, going through her supplies more than once for fear she might have forgotten something.\u0026nbsp;\n\nShe had debated using her pokenav to pass the time, but she didn't want to risk burning out the battery.\u0026nbsp;\n\nFrom propped against the wall she had gone to laying on her side amidst the dog's bedding, finally biting back her aversion and putting up with the scent of feral canine. It was oddly alluring in a way she couldn't quite understand. It made her think of running through the undergrowth, late nights beneath the full moon. It made her think of when he was rutting her.\u0026nbsp;\n\nOn more than one occasion she had to pull herself back from the brink of darkness, sleep encroaching on her after a late night spent tossing and turning.\n\nIt was getting dark enough that she had decided to damn any attempt at an unobtrusive ambush. If it were to get too dark, she wouldn't be able to see anything, and that thought alone made her shiver. Being stuck in a wolf's den, unable to find her way, she could just imagine how she would react if she was left in the pitch black and suddenly heard his growl.\n\nAt first, she had considered burning bits of his bedding. It was dried out material, it would have gone up in a flash, but she didn't want to give up what little comfort she had. Another trek outside let her see the sun setting below the horizon, the golden light cascading over the island, gracing it with the last touch of warmth for that day.\n\nShe expected to see him waiting out here for her. It was why she brought her pistol, making sure she didn't leave anything up to chance. That proved to be unnecessary, as the trek to the pine trees went without any kind of interference. It was at this point she realized something. The scent of eevee had been almost completely washed away from the smell of Captain's den.\n\nIt clung to her clothing, to her hair and her skin. She found her face warming at this, this unintentional claiming. The alpha's presence was so commanding that he needn't even be there to lay domain over her.\n\nA small fire on the floor of the cave afforded her some comfort. It cast shadows along the rocky walls, their phantom images capturing her attention. She felt like she could make shapes out of them, and it became akin to a game to her to try and see the forms of pokemon in it.There was nothing else to do, so this served as her only distraction from her thoughts.\n\nEvery crackle and pop from the burning wood made her jump. By now, the sun had completely set and she was left in a gloom of darkness that enshrouded her. She tried not to let her panic or fear set in when her mind began to run wild with thoughts of just what might be watching her.\u0026nbsp;\n\nShe knew there was only one monster on this island she needed to fear.\n\nDorey made sure to throw a few more sticks and branches on her meager fire everytime it started to die down. It was her lifeline, her protection against the unknown night. The smoke had begun to become more pervasive, although most of it was carried along the ceiling of the cave and out the entrance.\u0026nbsp;\n\nIf this desecration of Captain's cave didn't attract him, nothing would, of that she was certain.\n\nHer first realization that something was wrong came when the hair on the back of her neck began to stand up. She had been laying back in his bedding, watching the lights on the ceiling dance across glittering stones. Some primal part of her, that hidden sense that had protected humans for generations came to life. It was a sensation she wasn't alone, and she jerked upright as soon as she heard it.\n\nA growl, low and threatening. The baritone sound carried through the den, bouncing off the walls towards her. It seemed as if it were coming from all directions, making her break out in a cold sweat as the ludicrous thought of a whole pack of mightyena stole her sense of rationality.\u0026nbsp;\n\nShe moved to a standing position quickly, eyes narrowed towards the entrance, the fire the only thing between her and her adversary.\n\nCaptain's sinewy form walked down the rocky path slowly, the mightyena's one yellow eye piercing her. He never took it off of her, his chest rising and falling in quick, fast degrees. His tail had curled above his back, pointing straight up in the air at the indignity of the human that had invaded his sanctum.\n\nIt took everything in her to not only face him, but to prevent herself from shrinking beneath him. So strong was his animal aura, that ferocious atmosphere that pervaded the air around him.\u0026nbsp;\n\nHer lips trembled, almost betraying her. Her voice threatened to crack on her, a show of weakness she fought back with everything she had.\n\n“Remember me?\" Dorey demanded. To speak after a day of silence seemed strange. That she wasn't going to get a response back made it even more surreal. “Yeah...I bet you do. Probably never forget the women you fuck.\"\n\nThe limp in his front arm was still there, less exaggerated than it had been. While he began to circle around the fire, what she noticed made her breath catch in her throat. A flash of pink beneath his lower body, the tip of a canine erection already escaping from his sheath. His nostrils were flaring constantly. While the scent of eevee in estrus had escaped her nose, fading into the background, it was very much still apparent for Captain.\n\n“It's not nice to keep a woman waiting. I guess your mother didn't teach you that.\" To speak to him like this made her pulse quicken. His hackles had begun to raise, his head held slightly askew while he watched her. More specifically, he was watching her hand, the one that had the pistol pointed in his direction. “Wouldn't expect a feral to understand manners, though.\"\n\nThe mightyena's commanding bark made her take a step back, the crunch of his bedding underfoot accompanying her back pressing against the cavern wall. He had begun to approach her again, that golden eye watching her, waiting for the slightest hint of movement.\n\nTime stilled, his front arms tensing, the fire's glow making him seem more like a monster than a pokemon. His jaw dropped, revealing those stained, yellow teeth he had held her ponytail so tightly with the last time they met. The ones that had wrapped around her neck, leaving a possessive mating mark that claimed her as his.\n\n“You asshole...you have no idea what you did to me.\" She spoke, her voice growing more commanding while she leveled the pistol at him. It took everything in her to find the strength to withstand the mental assault she was under. Not a pokemon, yet having felt his touch, she knew she couldn't stop herself from fearing him. “You ruined my life, you took away my career!\"\n\nSensing the urgency in her voice, he dropped an inch, his jaw hanging low. She knew he was going to use Yawn on her again, to try and deaden her reflexes like he had the last time they met. This time, she knew not to fall for it and pulled the trigger.\n\nA burst of air shot out the side of the gun accompanied by a low hiss, the recoil absolutely minuscule. Her aim was true, and Captain's loud yelp of astonishment signaled the projectile had found purchase.\n\nSticking out of his shoulder - his good shoulder - was a dart, the end of which was decorated with bright, luminescent green feathers. It was little more than two inches in length, slender, with a long needle. The glass reservoir had emptied as soon as it impacted with his skin, leaving his swift movement to knock it free of his skin absolutely futile.\u0026nbsp;\n\nIt had cost her a lot to buy a tranquilizer\u0026nbsp;gun, in fact, it was something she had needed to special order, but she knew she didn't have any other choice.\n\n“You fucking bastard…\"\u0026nbsp;\n\nShe continued, watching as confusion and then exhaustion began to fill the mightyena's eyes. His jaw slammed shut, his muzzle working to try and fight the paralysis that was locking his limbs. Within a few feet of her the great beast slumped, his sharp eye staring at her in pure anger.\u0026nbsp;\n\n“You made me want more.\"\n\nHis ears twitched, making her wonder if he understood what she was saying. He might not have known why her face had grown so red, her embarrassment at finally admitting this out loud leaving her feeling oddly tranquil.\u0026nbsp;\n\nShe had denied it for so long, hated herself for longing for him.\n\nDorey had wanted to feel his paws wrapped around her hips, she had wanted him on her back, thrusting like a mad man to try and breed her. She missed the slap of his hairy balls against her clit, the way his knot had so thoroughly stretched her when he tied with her. That exquisite pain from being so damn full, and then forced to hold every last inch of him until he was finished with her.\n\nIf it hadn't been for her constant attempt to deny those toxic personalities online, she might have come to this admission sooner.\n\nNow, though, seeing him in all his furry, four-legged glory? She couldn't deny the surge of arousal she felt. It had been compounded when she saw the tapered tip of his cock. That's why it was disappointing when she saw it had vanished, slipped back into his sheath.\n\nHis eyes opened and closed rapidly, his flanks rising quickly to take in breaths. She knew he was fighting the tranquilizer, trying not to go quietly into the night. It was fitting, she knew enough about him to know he wasn't the type to peacefully succumb to the unknown.\n\nAs he struggled she turned to her backpack, still making sure to keep a cautious eye on him.\u0026nbsp;\n\n“I wanted you, you fucking mutt. You ugly old bastard…\" She cursed him, letting all her anger and frustration at both him and herself pour out in a great, crashing wave of resentment. “I w-want...to feel you in me again. I want you to get that nasty knot in me and…\" She bit back her words, before blurting it out.\u0026nbsp;\n\n“I want to be your bitch again.\"\n\nFrom her pack she drew the length of rope, holding it in her hands and tugging on it to test the tensile strength. It would need to be strong to hold a fully grown mightyena down.\u0026nbsp;\n\n“I'm going to make sure you realize...that I hate you for what you've turned me into.\"\n\nIt had struck her when she watched the video of the man and his arcanine. When she had first allowed her fingers to grace her femininity, so ignored since the intense rutting Captain had given it. She had laid in bed, touching herself while her thoughts began to wander like they so often had lately. The one thing she kept coming back to was…\n\nHim.\n\nShe despised him for polluting her mind, for invading her fantasies. Turning her into nothing more than a dog fucking whore. No longer did she envision the human men she might have longed for or dated. No longer did she dream of sharing a hunt with another human man. Instead, she thought of him, the old, grizzled canine. The alpha of the Alterra Islands.\n\nHer alpha.\n\nAt least, the one she had started to envision him as. During those late nights when she prowled the videos on the porno site her own video was showcased on. They all had such a professional sheen to them, not at all like the grainy, roughly edited video of her own performance.\u0026nbsp;\n\nSomething she had found herself watching more and more frequently in the last few months.\n\nThe first time she had watched it through all the way, she hated how it made her feel. Hot and bothered, sending desire racing through her even though he was miles away. To have him breed her again, to exert control over her...she despised the sick thrill it gave her just thinking about it.\n\nShe had thought it a fluke, just a mistake that she felt this way. So she watched it again, an hour after she had the first time. That she was transfixed, fixated on every last second hadn't hit her until she watched him slapping her in the face with his hard cock.\n\nNow, seeing him lay there, rendered into a stupor from the tranquilizer, she knew she had to move fast.\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe very first thing she did was drag him over to his pile of bedding. She had come to enjoy the scent of him, and thought it appropriate to take him in a place he found most comfortable. It was hard going, and dragging him along by his front paws was a lot of work. The canine was dead weight, his bulky, muscled body seeming to resist her every step of the way.\u0026nbsp;\n\nThrough a glazed eye he watched her, tongue lolled out of his mouth and copious amounts of drool spilling to the cave floor. This rather uncouth display was enough to give her pause, the realization that this creature had become the center of her fantasies getting her heart racing. In truth, to desire such a pokemon like him made it all the more exciting for her.\n\nFor she wanted him because of this. Despite all his flaws, the thought of giving herself up to a loathsome creature like him was enough to get her heart racing.\n\nShe propped him on the bedding lying flat on his back, his limbs sprawled out on either side of him. These she tied down quickly, right near his shoulders and his hips, driving the wooden stakes from her tent into the ground to make sure he kept spread for her. A secondary piece of rope was placed over his neck, just enough to keep him from lifting his head should he try to move.\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe last step was to loosely wrap a strand around his muzzle, ensuring it would stay closed. His fangs were fearsome, but she didn't want him trying to use Yawn on her during this.\n\nThe entire time she worked him over, preparing him for what she had planned. It stunned her that she couldn't help but revel in the feel of his fur. It had that greasy sheen she remembered, the natural waterproofing that canine fur produced. His coat was coarse along his sides and back, incredibly thick, and her hand roamed through it slowly.\u0026nbsp;\n\nTo feel his muscles flex under his fur made her shiver. She had known all along that he was a strong wolf, but to actually have the opportunity to touch and explore him? It made all the difference.\n\nThe fur around his belly was softer, a bit fluffier and shorter than anyone else on his body. She hadn't had the opportunity to really feel it when he was on her back. It had blended into a mix of sensations that had overloaded her mind all at the same time. The real thing that drew her attention, however, rested even lower on his body.\n\nA plump sheath, she hadn't seen it this close before. Hanging below it were those large, hairy balls she remembered, loaded down with his seed. The very same he had pumped into her months ago. It had seemed like she was leaking his sticky seed for days after their breeding.\u0026nbsp;\n\nShe wanted to touch them both, to explore them like she had the rest of him, but her mind was focused on one other part of him.\n\nShe had felt the scars under his fur on his left shoulder, the place where she had shot him. It was an area of his body she touched gingerly, something she had been thinking about for quite a while now. In anger and frustration she had leveled her gun at him, that solemn howl he had released before she pulled the trigger now coming back to her.\u0026nbsp;\n\nHad he seen her as a kindred spirit? A lone hunter, perhaps one of his own species? It would explain why he had taken to breeding her in order to assert control over her.\u0026nbsp;\n\nShe rubbed this area slowly, the anger in her quelled by a cold onrush of regret. If she hadn't done this, she was certain she never would have forced him to do what he had done. At least, she was sure he wouldn't have gone as far as he had.\n\nWhen he jolted under her touch, she realized he was staring at her, watching her with his one good eye. The golden orb shined in the light of the campfire, his body tensing and wiggling against the bonds that held him down.\u0026nbsp;\n\n“Oh, you're up.\" She spoke faintly, grimacing a little in annoyance all the same. “Was supposed to last for half an hour...I guess a tough old man like you knows how to put up a fight though.\"\n\nDorey drew her fingers away from his scars when he growled deeply, his chest reverberating with the sound. It was a warning to her, the way his eye momentarily twitched letting her know this was a sensitive area for him. In the wild, it never would have healed naturally on its own, and that was why she made plans.\n\n“You know. This cost me a lot of money.\" He didn't react to her words, simply watching when she pulled her hand from his forearm, leaving her other one resting on his belly. “I guess you wouldn't appreciate that, though...you feral boys are probably only worried about sticking your nose in a girl's ass.\"\n\nThe spray bottle she retrieved from her bag was covered in a bright, golden sheen, a layer of plastic wrapped around it to secure its precious contents. She had received rather strange looks at the pharmacy when she requested it. It was expensive, very, very expensive. A medicine crafted from ditto cells, it treated the most serious of wounds that a pokemon center couldn't heal.\n\n“Had to promise some people I'd give them…\" She swallowed, holding the medicine unsteadily in her hand. “Give them a bit of a show. Only way I could afford it.\"\n\nHis ears had splayed out against the top of his head at the sight of this spray bottle, certainly not knowing what it was. If it was associated with the human, though, it had to have been bad.\u0026nbsp;\n\n“You need to hold still. You got it?\"\n\nTalking to the pokemon elicited nothing more than a growl, and she sighed. She would just need to hope the ropes were strong enough to hold him down.\n\n“You should be happy I'm even considering doing this for you…\" She mumbled, the crinkle of plastic filling the den as she began to unwrap it. “I could have left you like this, you know. Crippled, blind...I guess part of me...part of me wants you to forgive me. And I want to forgive you. But I don't think we can do that, not yet.\"\n\nThe medicine worked like any typical potion, but the spray it exuded was an effervescent gold, covering his damaged shoulder in it. He yelped and began to wiggle faster, letting her know it stung just as much as any other potion did. There was no outward sign it worked, his fur accepting the medicine straight down to the skin. Regardless, she used half the bottle on this part of his body, making sure to completely saturate the area.\n\n“I always thought you were kind of...handsome? Regal, maybe? Mysterious, definitely...I always wondered how this happened to you.\"\u0026nbsp;\n\nShe entoned, leaning further over him now. She was practically hovering above his chest. One hand placed on his opposite shoulder as she lowered the spray over his damaged eye. That he had lost it long ago must have been difficult, that he had survived for so long without it was a testament to his strength and resilience.\u0026nbsp;\n\nIt almost made her fear what he would be like when he was restored to his full glory.\n\nShe had debated it herself many times. What would he be like as the champion, paragon of his species that she wanted him to be? Better yet, how would he breed her when he was? That had won out over common sense, over her own desire for self preservation, and she met his good eye.\n\n“I'm sorry, this is going to hurt.\"\n\nThe howl that filled the den was enough to make her wince, but she didn't take her finger off the trigger until the bottle hissed. This time, he thrashed and wiggled, the ropes creaking under the strain of holding him back. She no longer needed to wonder if the spray did its work, as both of his front arms fought with the full intensity to get out of bondage.\n\nHe snarled at her, barked and growled, but he began to still when his destroyed eye opened for the first time in years. It seemed cloudy at first, still blind from its ordeal. The more she watched it, however, the more clarity seemed to return to it, the red of his iris intensifying while the yellow of his sclera deepening. There was a twitch from it, before the mightyena slowly closed his eyes, and then opened them again.\n\nTo see him like this, to have those twin orbs gazing at her in a mixture of shock and anger...it almost made this worth it. Especially when she felt a rush of pride. Part of her hadn't expected it to work, even after the videos she had seen online of its treatment. To do this for him, to give him something he could never receive in nature, it seemed like the surest way to get in his good graces.\n\n“Feel better?\" She asked, her voice dropping to little more than a whisper. To watch his eyes roam around, twitching and reacting to the light, it made her smile. “Looks better…\" She slowly reached forward, only to pull her hand back when he growled at her once more.\n\nHer fingers had pressed deeper into the fur of his stomach without her realizing it, and she huffed under her breath at his callous reaction. She didn't expect him to throw himself at her out of joy, but to have seemingly no sign of approval from him made it seem bittersweet.\u0026nbsp;\n\n“Well. You can be an asshole all you want. But...n-now you have to help me pay for it. That stuff didn't come cheap…\"\u0026nbsp;\n\nShe begrudgingly pulled her hand from his lower stomach, her fingers so tantalizingly close to his inert sheath that she found it difficult not to touch him. She desperately wanted to, to feel that pouch and see what it felt like when he wasn't hard.\u0026nbsp;\n\nThat had to wait, though.\u0026nbsp;\n\nHer pokenav was propped up on a rocky ledge nearby, the faint red light of the recorder telling her she was being filmed. By the looks of things, even though it was an older model, she would have some time to spare.\u0026nbsp;\n\n“Hello, uh...this is Dorey.\" She tried to imitate how she remembered sounding in her old podcasts. It was difficult, especially with the mightyena tied up behind her. “And...t-this is Captain. I tracked him to his den earlier in the day, and as you can see, I...have him ready. Some of you might be noticing the difference in his appearance and…\"\u0026nbsp;\n\nShe sighed. This felt so stupid. She grabbed the pokenav and deleted the recording. It felt too false, that she was trying to shill out like she always had.\u0026nbsp;\n\nIt wasn't at all like how she truly felt.\u0026nbsp;\n\nAfter placing it back down, she simply spared a smile at the camera, fearful and hesitant as she was, before drawing away from it. To do this, it would be better to forget it was there, and she turned her full attention towards Captain.\n\nThe mightyena had calmed slightly, his eyes locked on her, challenging her as to what she was going to do next. To see his head tilt partially in an almost inquisitive expression while she began to unbutton her jacket was almost enough to make her giggle aloud.\u0026nbsp;\n\n“C-Come on, I already told you you're going to have to help me pay for that…\" She whispered, breathless from her own building excitement. The chance to fulfill a fantasy that had been building up, to satisfy the desperate itch between her legs was all too appealing to her.\n\n“We're doing it my way, this time…\"\n\nShe threw her jacket aside, feeling rather small in his presence. The entire time she had been around him it almost felt improper to be in clothing. She wished she had a set of fur like he did, or at least, she wished she could feel it against her again. The shirt she wore was tight, simple camo-patterned with a few tears in it from rough hiking. She had planned ahead in case the plan failed and he shredded her clothing.\n\nThis came off next, allowing him to see the bra she had worn underneath. Her skin was a lighter white than it had been the last time he had seen her, the cold of the winter leaving her without her trademark tan. He shifted while she kicked off her boots and then her socks, taking off her pants soon after and tossing them into a heap.\n\nIn the light of the campfire, she knew he could see the scars he had left on her side. The visible marking that she had been taken by a powerful pokemon. When his eyes landed on them, she touched them gently, just as gently as she had when she examined his wounded shoulder.\u0026nbsp;\n\n“Maybe you can add some more to these...if you're good…\"Despite the fire blazing nearby, she found herself shivering. She was really doing this, having stripped before a feral canine, left herself exposed completely to him. It positively made her feel giddy, and she reached up to gently press her hands against the underside of her breasts.\u0026nbsp;\n\n“Ya know, I had wondered if you like these...m-most human boys seem to.\" She touched herself idly in front of him, watching for any sign that he might approve. A twitch of his sheath, a stiffening of his muscles, but he didn't seem too enthralled with her performance. “Heh, maybe you're more of an ass man…\"\n\nHer bra fell away seconds later, leaving her perky breasts free to her captive audience. Her nipples had already started to harden, less from the cold of the cave and more from her own excitement. She needed this, to be in control of him, if only for one moment. Her desperation to put them on equal footing commanded it; he could take her any time after this, she probably would have enjoyed it.\u0026nbsp;\n\nFor now, just this once, he had to be on bottom.\n\nShe left her panties on for now, no longer able to contain herself. She was on him in a flash, back on her knees in his bedding, her hands resting on his splayed out thighs. Despite the scent of pheromones hanging on her still, she was disappointed to see she hadn't so much as elicited a bit of arousal out of him.\u0026nbsp;\n\n“I guess you don't like being tied up?\"\n\nShe finally dared to take things a step further, her right hand lifting slowly, letting him see every moment of this before it slowly came down on his fuzzy sheath. Immediately, she shivered when she felt the heat exuded by it. It was much warmer than his stomach had been, his sheath feeling spongy and soft under her fingers. It wasn't what she had been expecting, but she savored the way it twitched.\n\n“Wow…\"\u0026nbsp;\n\nShe exhaled quickly, that hesitation that had stopped her earlier finally broken. Now that she had touched it, she couldn't help herself. Her hand continued to rub and play with his sheath, savoring the strange feel of it while deep within she could feel the partial swell of his prick.\u0026nbsp;\n\n“Come on, now…\" She giggled despite herself, feeling her face warming while she encouraged him. “I want it…\"\n\nDorey knew there was no going back. She had thrown herself at him, begged for the opportunity to touch and savor him, to show him the affection she deigned to give him. Her thumb teased the entrance to his sheath, rubbing along the sour-smelling fur here, the odor enough to make her grimace.\u0026nbsp;\n\nHis musk was so concentrated beneath his hind legs, growing stronger the closer she leaned towards him. Her hand that wasn't feeling up his sheath moved to his heavy ball sac, gently cupping one of his fat orbs in reverence at just how weighty it was. The scratchy fur that covered it felt exactly like she remembered, his testicles twitching against her intruding touch.\n\nStill, the canine did not harden for her. Even with how she toyed with him, the appeal was tempered greatly by his position on his back. She realized this soon after; he was going to give her no recourse.\n\nEven with the grunts and growls he gave forth, the tightness in her lower stomach hadn't diminished at all. Her hand continued to toy with the alpha's weighty nuts, leaving her to wonder if he had bred at all in the past few months.\u0026nbsp;\n\nHer fantasy demanded that he hadn't, that he had been waiting for her to return to serve her purpose as his personal bitch.\n\nHis scent turned her nose up the closer her face came to his genitals. It was sour and imposing, commanding her full attention. It surprised her that when she found herself getting used to it, she couldn't get enough of it. She took in great breaths through her nose, feeling the heat in her stomach growing more intense by the second. So strong was his scent that it could elicit lust in females outside of his species, especially ones that had fallen prey to it in the past.\n\n“Just let me play with it you damn mutt…\" She whispered, forgetting she would have an audience that would see her debase herself so thoroughly. She pushed on, her tongue slipping out, hesitating mere inches from his protective sheath. Dorey could feel his eyes burning into her scalp when she finally closed the distance, pressing her tongue against the base of his sheath and slowly dragging it to the tip.\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe taste was indescribable, making her cough as the strong combination of flavor and smell overpowered her. The incredibly concentrated essence of male mightyena was too much for her delicate human senses, leaving her lips trembling.\n\n“F-Fuck...nnnh…\" She grumbled.\n\nIt wasn't like when she had cleaned his cock after their first mating. When she was forced to lick his semen and her own feminine juices from his raw length. His fur sealed in his flavor, leaving her no doubt he didn't do a very thorough job of grooming himself; bathing was most likely out of the question.\n\nShe licked his sheath again, a little harder this time. The taste was insufferable, no matter how she tried to convince herself otherwise. That she was actively cleaning his sheath for him struck her. It was the duties of a female, a bitch for her alpha. If this thought process was meant to dissuade her, it had the exact opposite effect.\n\nBoth hands moved to his large balls, allowing one of his testicles to rest in her palm. She closed her eyes, not able to meet the accusatory gaze of the mightyena. That he had so thoroughly bested her, left her wanting...it had an effect on him, one that was compounded by her insistent licking.\n\nHis sheath was swelling, getting plumper with every pass of her tongue. She had turned her head to the side slightly, giving her a better angle to bury her tongue around his musky shaft. The tip and the entrance to his sheath she avoided, the scent and taste of canine urine was strong around it, and she needed only to catch the flavor on her tongue once before pulling back.\n\nFor all her willingness to revel in depravity with him holding her reins, she wasn't that far gone that she saw such a thing as desirable.\n\nNot yet, at least.\n\n“You like that?\" She whispered under her breath. The mightyena's breathing had quickened, his hips even moving to rock towards her teasing tongue. “I bet you do...p-probably never had a woman do this for you…\"\n\nShe was about to say more before it suddenly appeared before her. A flash of pink pushing out of his sheath that tapered to a sharp point. It was nowhere near the size that she remembered it, nor the intimidating, ugly red coloration that had been pulled out of her.\u0026nbsp;\n\nIt was, however, a start, and she found herself nearly wiggling in excitement.\n\n“Bet you like having a human woman put her tongue on your nasty junk…\" Her voice nearly cracked when she said this, her eyes meeting the mightyena's only momentarily. She wondered what he was thinking, his expression giving absolutely nothing away. “Licking you clean...n-nngh, fuck...I don't think I'm going to get that taste out of my mouth for days…\"\u0026nbsp;\n\nDorey brought one of her hands up to grip his sheath again, her thumb slowly rubbing his cock tip. It was surprisingly hard, and she had a faint recollection of how easily it had stabbed into her, piercing her hymen with no difficulty. She had heard canines had bones in their penises, something human men didn't have. She gathered it was rather sensitive, because he almost immediately let out a low, grumbling groan.\n\n“Oh? Does that feel good?\" She egged him on. “Just need a hand on your cock to be happy?\"\n\nNo human man had ever made her feel the way he had. No desire was ever so strong as this, made only stronger by having the entirety of his form to toy and play with. It was her fantasy, the one she had so specifically crafted and found invading her every waking thought. She wished she could release him from these bounds, but she doubted he would allow her to keep working him over.\n\n“I love how you feel…\"\u0026nbsp;\n\nShe wished he could respond to her. Instead, she would settle for the occasional sounds of pleasure he made, forced as they were. His cock flesh was just as hot to the touch as his sheath had been. It was incredibly slick, almost slimy in sensation, making her shiver uncontrollably as he fingers danced along it.\u0026nbsp;\n\nHe continued to grow, slowly and surely, his body betraying him much like hers had months ago. She let her soft fingers caress his pink length, giving it gentle squeezes and tugs to assist it. That look of defiance had never left his eyes, no matter how much she worked him over. That was fine by her, in fact, to know he wouldn't fold so quickly made this all the sweeter.\n\n“F-Fuck, I saw some other dogs online,\" she whispered, almost breathless from awe, “but...t-they weren't nearly as big as you were. E-Except for an arcanine. I swear...you have to have a way bigger knot, though. At least, it felt that way...\"\n\nShe was stammering, she could hear it in her voice. It wasn't her fault, to be in the same presence as this quickly hardening prick was almost too much. The air in Captain's den had grown heavy, stifling around her, even without any clothing to weigh her down. She almost wished for the chill of the outdoors, for a wind to come and knock some semblance of sense into her.\n\nAs her body heated up, the scent that she had doused herself with earlier in the day suddenly spiked. It was faint to her, nothing too obtrusive when compared to Captain's own musk. It didn't need to affect her, not when it was doing so well to compel the bound canine.\n\nHe was growing more girthy, his color darkening to a bright shade of red that she remembered having been shoved in her face. The ugly veins were there, her fingers tracing along them, too numerous for her to bother counting.. She found it enthralling, especially when enough of his cock slipped free that she could wrap her hand around the base of it. With a particularly firm stroke of her hand, she was quite suddenly rewarded for her efforts.\n\nCaptain's voice of opposition to her actions was quelled as soon as she felt the first drops of wet, watery pre. It trickled down his shaft, tracing along his raw skin and leaving him glistening in the light of the campfire. Suddenly, Dorey had a much easier time of stroking him, her slickening fingers passing along his delicate skin slowly and steadily.\n\n“Mmmmm...I kept thinking about this…there's the man I remember…\"\n\nTo see him at full mast took her breath away. All ten inches stood before her, twitching ever so slightly with every pulse of his hips. It swayed almost hypnotically before her, silently beckoning her to keep up her ministrations. She swallowed hard, trying to clear the dryness and the ever present taste of wolf sheath out of her mouth.\n\nHe wasn't as thick as he had been after he came in her. From all the videos she had watched, the male canine seemed to grow thicker after they knotted with their chosen female.\n\nThe knot was still trapped in his sheath, she could see the way it bulged out the base of it, the protective pouch holding it back.\u0026nbsp;\n\n“That looks a bit uncomfortable…\" She cooed, voice dripping with amusement. Genuine or taunting, she could no longer decide. Thoughts of asserting her utmost superiority over him were beginning to muddle in her mind, her lust overpowering her attempts to control him. “Guess I should help you out…\"\n\nShe dipped two of her fingers against the rim of his sheath, pulling back on it slowly yet firmly. Captain's growls became fainter until he let out a surprisingly plaintive whine. Seconds later, the swell of his knot graced her vision, a jet of pre gushing from his cock almost as soon as it did. His lubrication was wasted, blown all over his furry chest, leaving his nose to twitch at the abhorrent treatment.\n\n“Mmmmm, sorry. I guess I shouldn't waste any of that. It's not like I'm going to get your tongue to help me get ready this time…\" She regretted not having this opportunity. All the women in the videos seemed to go wild with the tongue work of their feral lovers. “I thought we might try something, though…\"\n\nHis eyes followed her when she pulled away, moving back to her bag and pushing aside the contents. She knew it was in here, she had made sure of it when she was waiting for him to show up. That was why she lifted it before his eyes rather triumphantly, allowing him to see the silver ring she had produced.\n\n“Do you know what this is for?\"\n\nSilence was her answer, not that she expected anything less from him. He didn't even growl at her anymore, and she was certain she knew why. She had felt it herself, the wetness between her legs. Captain's eyes were locked directly on the dark patch on her white panties, the clear sign that she herself was aroused.\n\n“This…\" she continued, ignoring his lack of commitment to her display, “is called a cock ring.\" She let the silver circle curl around her fingers dexterously, her talented grasp never allowing it to slip for even a moment. Of all her tools, this had surprisingly been the easiest to procure, although she had needed to make sure she bought the largest available. Even though it was meant for humans, she assumed it would perform the same function on canines.“I don't want to risk you going soft on me, not until we both have our fun.\"\n\nThis time, he did shift when she began to bring it towards his genitals. The stakes holding him down trembled from their position buried in the dirt, his shoulders tossing from side to side. She tried to accommodate for his struggles, using one hand to hold his hard cock out of the way.\n\nHe had already begun to soften in the short amount of time she had spent away from him. It was something she had expected from him. Being the victim of a woman, and a human woman at that, she was certain she wouldn't be able to keep him aroused for long. And she wanted the full thing, everything that he had to offer her.\n\nThe ring popped open via a small hinge around the outside of it, allowing her to coil it gently around the area just below his knot. She cinched it tight, whispering soft words of comfort to him as soon as he whined from the sensation. Of course, they simply fell on deaf, combative ears.\u0026nbsp;\n\n“I know it's cold...you'll...we'll warm it up fast, I promise.\"\n\nDorey patted his thigh gently, a smirk of amusement dancing across her face. To see him wearing that ring, his throbbing cock twitching with every dribble of pre that ran down his glistening, red length. It took everything in her not to jump him right here and now. Her hand returned to the base of his shaft, just above the knot, her soft fingers rubbing against the prominent veins that decorated it.\n\n“You have no one to blame for this but yourself…\" She pushed on, hovering over him while she got back in to position. When she moved, the prominent wetness between her legs became more apparent. For all her lusting had caused her to grow wet for him, his feral pheromones pushing her body to be ready for the savage breeding that it expected from him. “You made me want you...you made me...like this…\"\n\nHer eyes closed, her nose trembling mere inches from the tip of his cock. The scent was heady, making her mouth water. That elusive taste had stayed with her for so long, a craving that she couldn't satisfy no matter the delicacy she imbibed. Her back arched when her tongue pressed to that slick, firm warmth, licking away a small amount of the pre that had leaked out of him.\n\nThe taste wasn't as strong as she remembered, the bitter, sour taste gathered around the tip of his penis reminding her of how the opening to his sheath had tasted. It struck her she was cleaning him as she licked again, clearing more of the taste away from his tip. Thoughts of seeing him hike his leg and mark the tree in the center of her camp came to mind, and she swallowed her own disgust at what she had to have been doing.\n\nAt least when she cleared away the salty semen and sweetness of her own cunny from his length, it had covered this. Now, she was treated to the full experience of a feral canine. And to her credit, she couldn't bring herself to pull away.\u0026nbsp;\n\nHis chest had begun to rise and fall faster. She felt its movements, her hand that wasn't wrapped around his base instead resting on his abdomen for balance. Her tongue ran slowly along the pointed tip, licking away the pre that had built that while even more of it was deposited, rubbing off along her lips like a perverse gloss.\u0026nbsp;\n\nOnly now did she open her eyes, meeting the full fury and anger cast down on her from Captain's golden eyes. Despite herself, she didn't fear them, rather, it made her smile to know he had no choice in the matter. His body's reactions were all she sought from him, and by the way his fat doggy cock filled her hand, she knew she had him.\n\n“You...dirty dog…\" She whispered, her voice carrying an almost sing-song taunting. “Making a girl clean your gross, smelly dick...you really are a charmer…I have such good taste in men.\"\n\nHis jaw strained against the rope that held it closed, the ominous creaking giving her pause for just a moment. She wanted to check the ropes, to be certain he wasn't managing to find his way out of it, but she couldn't stop now.\u0026nbsp;\n\n“Hold still...I...I've never done this before.\"\n\nShe said this more for her own benefit, her heart fluttering in her chest and her stomach tightening as she directed the tapered tip towards her lips. Staring down at it, she steeled herself, her lips parting and her tongue poking out slowly.\u0026nbsp;\n\nHe tensed up in her hold as soon as she allowed his cock to fall on her tongue, his back arching soon after when she slid the first two inches into her mouth. She was mindful of her teeth, more than aware that would feel unpleasant for him. His natural flavor, that essence of a dominant male completely flooded her mouth, and suddenly she was brought back to five months ago.\n\nHer salivary glands exploded to life and she had to quickly swallow to clear what pooled in her mouth. It tasted good, better than she would have expected. It was bitter, yes, the natural safety of his sheath leaving it rather ripe, but it was a taste that left her wanting.\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe mightyena's breathing had quickened, the canine clearly not used to this sort of treatment. It would never have been something he'd experience from a female of his own species, something she was rather prideful of. It seemed the old male still had some things to experience, whether he wanted to or not.\n\nHis pointed tip was quickly pushed to the back of her mouth, tickling her gag reflex and leaving her to pull away. For a moment, she had a fear of a paw pressing down on the back of her head, trying to drive more of it into her mouth. To tame her gag reflex was difficult at that slip of the mind, and she did her best to remind herself to stay calm.\n\nShe was in control here.\n\nHer captive partner wasn't going to move, all he could do was issue plaintive groans and whimpers through his bonds. Even a steely lover like him couldn't deny the pleasure of having his prick buried in a warm, wet hole, especially with an eager bitch going down on him.\n\nThis thought alone left her feeling more excited than before, and she slowly pulled back, leaving just the tip in her mouth before pushing back down to her ending point. Four inches, her saliva running down the rest of his scarlet length, it didn't satisfy her. She couldn't even make it halfway on him, while the women she had seen in the porn videos were experts at fellating pokemon.\n\nThe cave had grown quiet, the only noise being the wet slurps of her mouth accompanying each descent. There was nothing but time, she realized, the only limitations being her own patience. His cock ring was working perfectly as intended while still letting bursts of watery pre coat the interior of her mouth.\u0026nbsp;\n\nIf she wanted to practice on him, she could do it. She could be like one of those women that had been so aptly been able to express their love for their pokemon suitors. It would take a while, and it might be torturous for her partner - and by the noises he was making, it certainly was - but that seemed like a fair trade for what he had put her through.\n\nWhile she was doing this, the hand that had been holding the base of his cock released it, instead finding a new grasp on his heavy balls. She couldn't deny she was fascinated by them, their weight and their heft, filling her palm so easily. The only thing she could think of was just how much seed he was going to shoot when he finally came. She rubbed them slowly as she sucked, savoring that scratchy fur, the way he seemed to wiggle his hips from the worship.\n\nThe biggest problem for her proved to be that tricky fifth inch, the one that would fit half of his cock in her mouth. Every time she tried to take it, she would lose her nerve, made even worse by the occasional spurt of pre that nearly sent her into coughing fits.\u0026nbsp;\n\nShe lost herself between his legs, letting his pheromones rob her of conscious thought. They had been burning her nose, sending her synapses firing as each part of her body told her she needed to be fucked. It was a double-edged sword for Captain, on one hand, it would leave her ready for him, but on the other, it made her so much more eager to take him down her throat.\n\nDorey lost track of time in that dark cave, satisfying the dark passenger that had entered her months ago. The embodiment of a mightyena bitch, eager to use and be used.\n\nShe didn't know how long she had been doing it before it happened. With an audible gag, she felt his pointy tip enter her throat, her lips squeezing him tightly. He whined when her teeth brushed his sensitive flesh, her body screaming at her to stop.\u0026nbsp;\n\nShe fought back against self-preservation, taking deep, desperate gasps through her nose to try and soothe her need for oxygen. With a wet slurp she pushed further, taking another inch down her throat and audibly coughing around his veiny cock. This time, she couldn't stop herself from pulling back, letting his cock fall from her mouth as saliva and precum rained down on his crotch fur.\n\nHaving overdone it, she winced at the look of victory on Captain's face, his tail even going so far as to give a prideful wag against her leg. Despite the sheen of sweat that covered his body and his frustrated grunts and groans, he saw this as a victory. To have a woman so eager to suck his manhood that she was willing to gag themselves of their own accord...well, she didn't blame him for finding pride in that.\u0026nbsp;\n\nCoughing and trying to clear away the slimy feeling in the back of her throat, she wiped a bit of spittle from her lips and glared up at him. “That wasn't funny.\" She said sharply, her hand pulling away from his balls and the other leaving his chest. Placing them on her hips, she looked down at him, seeing the wolf pokemon spread in all his glory.\n\nThe thinness that had surprised her at first had greatly increased. Through sexual excitement, it had begun to thicken, growing larger and more intimidating, making her swallow from the thought of just how much she had managed to take. It had to have been a victory, she assured herself, the taste of dog cock sticking to her tongue as she once more licked her lips.\n\nThat wet sensation between her legs had only grown worse and she allowed one of her hands to fall to the front of her groin. The wet spot had grown larger on the front of her white panties, leaving her delicate cunny revealed to his sharp eyes. Despite his displeasure at her treatment, she knew he wanted it. If their roles were reversed, she was certain he wouldn't let her rest until he was satisfied.\n\nHer fingers pressed against the wet spot softly, allowing the silky fabric of her panties to rub against her lips. It made her gasp under her breath, to feel so hot and needy in such a strange place, surrounded by the scent of earth and canine. Was this who she truly was? Her actions up till that point told her yes.\n\n“I bet...you can't wait to sink this big, fat thing in me…\" She whispered, her fingers rubbing a little more firmly against her groin. She worked herself like she had him, a hint of reverence and caution with an underlying excitement that made her fingers tremble and quake. “All the way to the knot...tie me...empty those fat, smelly balls in me…\"\n\nHer words felt so surreal to her, and she leaned her head back, letting a soft moan escape her. It felt so hot in the cave, the campfire might as well have been a raging inferno, encompassing every part of her body. Beads of sweat formed on her brow, her hand racing faster along the front of her panties.\n\nWith a trembling hand, she took hold of the front of them and slowly pulled them down, immediately noticing Captain's dick twitch and the way his ears perked up. The scent of her arousal assailed his nose as thoroughly as his own musk had hers, the scent of eevee in heat combined with it, leaving the mightyena defenseless against the olfactory assault.\u0026nbsp;\n\n“Remember this?\" She whispered, allowing two fingers to gently spread her tight womanhood. “You...are the only boy that's ever had the chance to use it.\"\n\nIt had shocked her he hadn't left her loose after driving that thick knot into her, locking her and pumping his seed so deep. After the furious, animalistic breeding, she had been worried it would leave her gaping, constantly ready to receive another canine. If she ever sought one out, of course.\n\n“I thought…\" she swallowed, “about getting a d-dildo shaped like you.\" She stammered at this admission, her fingers pausing in their motions. “But...I tried to tell myself I didn't want you.\"\n\nShe moved closer to him, giving him a better view of her touching and toying with herself, her fingers brushing tenderly against her clit at the apex of every stroke. It had the effect she wanted, his cock twitching harder, more pre quickly replacing the batch she had sucked away.\u0026nbsp;\n\n“You bastard...w-we can see how true that was.\"\n\nMoving over top of him took every ounce of courage she had. Her hands pressed against his firm chest, giving her a base to steady herself on. Soft fur tickled her bare skin, the warning growl that sounded from him given no quarter. She could smell his breath, sour and pungent, escaping through what little space the makeshift muzzle allowed him.\n\n“I like to think...you wanted me. That it was more than just dominance.\"\u0026nbsp;\n\nShe jumped when she felt the raw, slick skin of his cock prodding against her ass cheeks. Her mind flashed back to when he had mounted her for the first time, had madly thrusted around, jamming his tip against the area between her ass and pussy and trying to find entrance. She rested on his lower belly, being mindful not to put too much weight on him. It was a misplaced concern, especially when he had done the exact opposite, forcing her to hold them both up when he bred her.\n\n“Maybe you saw me out there...a-and...maybe you thought I was like you. Maybe you wanted a hunting partner…\"\n\nHer fingers delicately wrapped around the slickened center of his shaft, guiding the tapered tip downwards. She couldn't think, couldn't breathe, her mind was awash with a mixture of feelings. Doubt, regret, anger, desire, all commingling and making her want him more than anything else in her life.\n\nTo hunt, to assert herself over nature.\u0026nbsp;\n\nTo take nature, to become one with it.\u0026nbsp;\n\nThey both called to her in equal measure.\n\nHer eyes fluttered when she felt his tapered tip nudging against her entrance, and she released his cock. Her hand joined the other on his chest, her eyes meeting his own for a moment before she let her gaze avert. She couldn't look in to those eyes for long, they spoke of what he wanted to do to her given the chance, of all the ways he would force her to submit/\n\nThat first time had been a warning, revenge for her slight against him. Now, despite his healed body, she didn't doubt he would hesitate in getting back at her.\u0026nbsp;\n\nHer mouth fell open in a silent gasp as soon as she began to push back, her well lubricated slit parting for him, welcoming her long lost lover.\u0026nbsp;\n\n“Fuuuuuck…\"\u0026nbsp;\n\nHer descent was slow, leaving her ample time to get used to his length and girth. It wasn't at all like their first time, now she had the opportunity to appreciate it. The shape, the heat, the way his fur felt under her hands when she took great handfuls of it. Even the canine seemed to take pleasure in this initial descent, falling silent and inhaling deeply through flared nostrils.\n\nDorey's eyes rolled upwards, her hips wiggling and trembling as more and more of him disappeared into her. All the fantasizing and dreaming, all those desires that had flared to life after their first encounter...now, she was finally getting to extinguish them.\n\n“You're so...damn big…\" she complained, feeling him pulse within her.\u0026nbsp;\n\nShe wanted to embrace him, to bury her face in his coarse chest fur and feel the pleasure that only a canine could give her, but she couldn't bring herself to stop, not yet, at least. If Arceus had damned her, giving her needs that should only have been present in a female of his species, she didn't care. Wires had been crossed in her mind, leaving her wanting nothing more than to be bred by him.\n\nA strong warrior, a lone hunter, the master of his domain. In truth, there was no man she knew who had ever fit these qualities better.\n\nThey both gasped when his painfully thick knot collided with her pussy lips, his aching tip buried so deeply in her. Only then did she take the time to catch her breath, the sound of her breathing labored from the simple act of taking him in his entirety. The ample lube and pre jetting from his tip were the saving grace, if they hadn't been present, she would have had much more difficulty, of that she was certain.\n\n“Feels...so good…\" She whispered, making it difficult even for his sharp ears to hear.\n\nShe ground against his knot, rubbing her hot, wet entrance against it, feeling just how swollen it had gotten from all the attention she had given him. There was no doubt in her mind it would be a tight fit, but she had done it once, she could certainly do it again.\n\n“Did...did you miss my pussy as much as I missed this big cock?\" She questioned him, noticing that for the first time, the mightyena had averted his gaze.\u0026nbsp;\n\nHe was no longer glaring at her, staring at her like she was some oppressor. Both of his eyes were closed, his ears flat against his skull while his hips began to rock upwards. What little leeway the bonds holding him down gave him, he was taking full advantage of it, trying to urge her in to motion.\n\nOne of her hands, trembling and uncertain reached up, cautious despite the rope. He jumped when she took his muzzle into her hold, his golden eyes opening and narrowing at her. This close to his face, she could see his want, his need. Despite his feral nature, she could see his feelings just as easily as she could have a domesticated pokemon.\n\nHe wanted this, he needed this. A king without a queen, his den empty and lonely. A bed for one, his lonesome howls at night.\u0026nbsp;\n\nThey looked into each other's eyes, their bodies going still for just a moment, before Dorey allowed herself to act.\n\nIt was awkward kissing his muzzle. She half expected him to snap at her, to break free of his bonds and bite her. Still, he allowed her this strange, human affection without complaint, her lips planting right on the brim of his own. His drool had built up, sour and aromatic. It made her face warm when she drew herself back to look at him.\n\n“I'm sorry I hurt you…I hope...you'll forgive me.\"\n\nAnd then, she started to move.\n\nIt was slow at first, her hands moved back to his chest to give her a firm base to lift herself a few inches off of him. She immediately groaned under her breath, a tinge of disappointment carried to Captain's ears. She wanted to be full of him, to have him buried to the roots in her, and that was why she quickly dropped back in his lap.\n\nHer feral lover grunted when his knot collided with her pussy, her lips spreading only partially from the weak thrust. A shiver ran through her, nearly robbing her of the ability to move, at least for the moment. Her mouth fell open in a heated gasp, her breath hanging in the air.\n\nBy now, her body was covered in sweat, his hot body and the proximity to the fire not helping matters. It left her feeling almost absent from her actions, as if she were being controlled by another, that mightyena bitch that guided her. She rode him slowly, each time letting more of him slip out and ensuring he bottomed out every time she dropped down.\n\nShe craved his knot, that thick orb that kept teasing her, taunting her with the promise of an exquisite fullness that nothing else on Earth could replicate. Her groin was sopping wet from her own juices and his sustained pre, matting down the fur of his groin. His urge to breed flared to life despite his distaste at being used like a fuck toy.\u0026nbsp;\n\nAt the peak of her ascent, she was so wet that he actually slipped out of her. It made her groan in frustration and despair, her hand scrambling back to try and guide his wet shaft back into position. She almost missed having him on top, at least in that scenario there wouldn't have been a risk of this happening.\n\nHis snarl got her working faster, her mind going blank with the thought she was disappointing him more and more for every second he wasn't in her. Something in the deepest parts of her mind screamed at her for making such a mistake, for allowing her alpha to slip free of her. It was only quelled when his almost burning hot cock returned to its proper home.\n\nDorey cried out for him, letting all facets of her need shine as she planted herself firmly back in his lap. To present herself as anything other than his equal was out of her mind, she didn't want to control him at that moment. She didn't want to be controlled either, she wanted them both to savor every second of this.\n\nHer hand reached back, scrambling madly for the base of his cock, the cold metal meeting her fingers, nearly buried under his thickening cock. She struggled with it, before finally hitting the release, allowing the cockring to fall to the floor of the den with a loud clinking noise. The last she saw of it was the glint of metal as it rolled off into the shadows of the cave.\n\nBeing freed from the cursed device, finally being made an active participant was all Captain needed. There was a loud, resounding snap before his hips suddenly bucked upwards powerfully, the rope that had been laid across his midsection pulled free from where it had been tied down. Her eyes widened, her hands trembling as his hips began to madly rock upwards.\n\nWith how long she had been practicing oral on him, she hadn't noticed the way he had flexed against the ropes, gradually pulling the stakes from the ground. It gave him just the right amount of leverage to start struggling.\n\nThe thought to go for the dartgun hit her. In his lust-crazed state he was mustering up the strength to finally free himself from his bonds, and she knew she needed to act fast.\u0026nbsp;\n\nThat was until his tip rammed against a sensitive spot in her cunny.\n\nIt was one she was very familiar with, as attention to it was what had brought her to climax the first time they ever fucked. She had hoped to find it on her own, hated that the mightyena seemed to know exactly where to hit, but it had the intended effect. With a cry, she pulled upwards and slammed back down, meeting his mad thrusting.\n\nHis heavy balls slapped against her ass, driven upwards from the force of his thrusts. The mightyena's position was awkward, and he didn't have skill in breeding from this angle, but the full extent of his strength was thrown into it.\n\nRopes creaked and groaned around her, her bestial lover thrashing about the faster she moved. Her teeth gritted so tight she thought her jaw was going to break, his knot was colliding with her rapidly, so much faster than she could have ever accomplished on her own. Further and further she fell over him, trying to maintain her balance.\n\nThat was when the second rope snapped. His front paws came free now, and as soon as they did they wrapped around her lower hips. It was a possessive hold, one that added so much more force to his thrusts each time he rammed against her G-spot. She was moaning nonstop now, voicing her pleasure and filling the cave with the raucous sounds of pure need.\n\nHe wouldn't have released her if she even cared to try and move away from him. After all this, now that he had his paws on her, now that his knot was threatening to breach her innermost sanctum, she had no choice.\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe fur on his chest welcomed her when she pressed her face into it, the scent of her mate, her lover enveloped her in a warm embrace that she couldn't resist. She moaned for him, cried out and howled like a bitch, urging him on. The sloppy sounds of their lovemaking were growing more impassioned, his claws digging in to her hips now, leaving bright, pink scratch marks whenever she tried to move in a way he didn't like.\n\nHe was growing more determined, and only now did she realize he wasn't letting more than two inches slip out of her at a time. His knot pounded her entrance, made all the more difficult to slide in from her position on top. She was drooling onto his chest, too lost in her own world to care.\n\nThe final rope, the one around his muzzle and holding his neck down finally snapped.\n\nHis howl was loud, dwarfing her pitiful mewling cries with the full strength of a feral wolf. It was the same howl she had remembered all those months ago, a howl of victory, of claiming a female.\u0026nbsp;\n\nThere was a moment when his knot pushed firmly against her lips, trying to spread her, to force her to accept it. She felt like she was standing at the edge of the abyss, a mere step away from falling in to darkness. Not knowing what would happen, just that she couldn't resist what was compelling her onwards.\n\nThat was when Dorey willingly pushed back.\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe knot strained painfully against her lips, sending a stinging pain through her, and then they both jerked. With her added efforts, it had breached her femininty. As soon as it did, she felt it beginning to swell, sealing him in her, and as the first spray of thick mightyena seed painted her cunny, she could no longer hold back.\n\nShe came for him, came hard enough that darkness encroached on the edge of her vision. She didn't realize she was yelling for him, crying his name, her pitiful attempts to bounce on his lap thwarted by his thick tie.\n\nSecured in her, he was growling loudly above her head, his paws moving to her lower back to make sure she didn't cause him any discomfort. It was the last thing she would have wanted, and she savored every twitch, every jet of semen being fired into her.\n\nDorey didn't know how long she lay there, basking in the afterglow of her climax, simply letting the mightyena unload his swollen balls in her. She didn't know how long he had been watching her with those sharp, red pupils, waiting for her to make some kind of movement. In truth, she didn't want to, didn't want to imagine he was free.\n\nFor she was still afraid of him.\n\nFor all her desire, all her lusting and attempts to control him, she didn't know how he was going to react now. It was why she stiffened greatly when she felt his cold, wet nose planting against the back of her neck. He sniffed at her, dragging his muzzle slowly over those old scars he had left, the mating bite that marked him as hers.\n\nShe felt his hot, moist breath on the back of his neck when he opened his mouth, and seconds later his tongue graced her sweaty skin.\u0026nbsp;\n\nHe licked her once, then again, his tongue rough and firm against her. He was growling at her, chastising her, maybe? She didn't make an attempt to move away from him, didn't make any move at all.\n\nHis chest fur was warm and comforting, letting her feel safe in his presence for the first time ever. When she finally spoke, her voice was soft.\n\n“That was….amazing…\"\n\nAs if to agree with her, he licked her neck once more, a little faster this time. His paws hadn't released her, and she shivered, cracking open one eye to look up at him.\n\nThe fire was dying out, neglected during their mating session. She didn't dare try to tend to it, nor could she with the thick knot swollen so largely in her. One hand moved down slowly, and she noticed how his ears perked up, his lip curling back ever so slightly.\n\nHis demeanor calmed as soon as her fingers ran along her bulged out cunny, the canine snorting in approval as soon as she tickled his swollen knot. It was slightly painful, a hint of discomfort for the human female at being so thoroughly stretched. She almost expected to see a bulge from it.\n\nFeeling herself so full, it left no doubt in her mind they were going to be stuck for the long haul, no matter what she might try to do.\u0026nbsp;\n\nTo make matters worse, the light of the fire extinguished in that moment, leaving her in total darkness. All she could hear was Captain's breathing, his fur chasing away the cold that had begun to set in. Dorey knew she should have been afraid, it was exactly what had initially worried her.\n\nTrapped in the wolf's cave, left with no defense, no clothing to protect her. No weapons or any of her trappings of human society to keep her safe.\n\nShe felt like she could trust him. If she was misguided in this belief, she would learn soon enough. That exhaustion that had chased her through the afternoon was returning tenfold, a day of hiking and their boisterous lovemaking leaving her unable to so much as lift her head.\n\nShe didn't know when sleep claimed her, all she knew was it was with the sound of Captain's soft breathing in her ears.\n\n---\n\nThe beach was warmer than it had been earlier in the week. Dorey laid back in the sand, having been waiting there over the course of the afternoon. The sound of a ship's horn roused her from her thoughts, and she sat up, smiling faintly when she saw the small passenger boat heading for the shore.\n\nShe got up, grabbing her bag and slinging it over her shoulders before lifting one hand in greeting to the sailor that had come ashore. She had expected the strange looks, especially since her clothing did little to hide the scratches running up and down her flanks, as well as the new bite marks that covered her shoulders.\n\nHer first thought had been to cover them up. Then, she wondered why she should be ashamed of them? It wasn't like anyone was going to say anything, not with Captain at her side.\n\nThe mightyena had been laying in the sand next to her, uncertain and anxious at the sight of the approaching vessel. She had calmed him with soft, soothing words, promises of what they would do as soon as they got back to shore. For him, it must have been terrifying, something the canine wasn't used to.\n\nTo leave the island he had lived on his entire life, to join his strange, two-legged bitch on her journeys. It had taken a lot of convincing on her part.\u0026nbsp;\n\nIt certainly helped that over the last seven days she had finally learned how to swallow every last inch of his fat cock.\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe sailor that drove the small vessel watched Captain anxiously as he approached the vessel, the canine needing a bit of cajoling from Dorey. It helped when she taunted him, reminding him that he was supposed to be the brave one between the two of them.\n\n\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;The footage from their night together, that reunion of sorts...it was garbage. She hadn't realized the low-light conditions of the cave would play havoc on the camera, rendering what little video she had captured utterly worthless.\u0026nbsp;\n\nDorey couldn't deny this was probably for the best. To see them in their most intimate moment, when they had accepted the other. No one needed to see that, it was their own memory to share.\n\nIt meant they would need to film more when they got back to her apartment. She would need to perform for the camera again, of course, but this time it would be an admission. To be fucked in her own apartment, to cry out so vigorously while she was being bred. It would admit to her viewers that she was no different than those other women on the site.\n\nShe loved having sex with pokemon, that she couldn't deny.\n\nShe noticed Captain watching the island as they pulled away from it, the mightyena resting on the seat of the boat, legs tensed up. She feared he might leap from the boat into the choppy surf, leave her there with needs she couldn't satisfy without him.\n\nHe jumped when she reached out and touched him, his sharp gaze turned on her and softening when their eyes met.\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe promise of future hunts had been a big draw for him. She had spoken so eagerly of the places they could go together, the things they could see. The deciding factor, of course, was this would be her last time on the island. There was little doubt in her mind the old dog had seen every inch of the island, discovered everything there was.\u0026nbsp;\n\nWith renewed spirit and vigor, a healed body and a new mate at his side, she hoped he would be willing to resist the call to come back.\n\nAt least, for now. The promise to return him was always there, for she knew she couldn't entirely control him.\u0026nbsp;\n\nShe wouldn't have had it any other way.\n\nWith an arm wrapped around him, she drew him close, whispering soft words of excitement into his ear. When they returned to the ship, the privacy of her quarters, she would offer him all that he had experienced from her in the past week.\n\nIt left her smiling when she saw the hint of red poking out of his sheath, the way his tongue fell from his mouth and he began to pant huskily for her. She drew him closer, planting a kiss on his nose and watching the Altera Islands fade into the distance.\n\nTo hunt was her calling, that she had never denied. Now, she knew she would have a partner in that endeavor, one that promised to fulfill her need to feel the wild on a deeper level than she ever would have experienced on her own.\n\n\u0026nbsp;","series":{"name":"The Hoenn Huntress","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1569407-nature-s-lament.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1731508-urban-expansion.json"}}