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"Talking"

"Thinking"

CHAPTER 1

“I am so fucked!" Zach ran his hands through his short, sandy brown hair, his thoughts racing rapidash through his mind as his heart, trying to keep up, attempted to beat its way directly out of his chest. His shirtless chest. “fuck, where are my clothes" In a blind panic he works over the room tossing on whatever is in reach, a pair of dark blue trainer shorts and a stained white tank top are all he finds. Though before he can continue his previous rush he can only grimace as he realizes the stain is fresh and wet. “Uurgh..." Wasting no time he grabs a handful of paper towels from their customary spot on the nightstand and wildly wipes away at the material before another insistent pounding at the door rushes him to finish.

BANG BANG BANG “Lumiose city police" An authoritative Feminine voice calls from his front door. Ah yes, the reason for his terror: the police. He idly notes that her voice would have been pleasant if its owner wasn't ostensibly about to arrest him.. His loud shout of “COMING MA'AM" has his voice nearly cracking in fear. He turns, exasperated, to the very reason he is in such a panic. His nonchalant fennekin companion resting languidly in his bed.

“Ellie" a pause "My sweet girl" he stops short as her eyes meet his own and the recent memories of those same deep red eyes looking up at him full of trust, lust and love as he thrusts the full length of his cock deep into her drenched Fennekin cunt slam into him, stunning in their intensity. Memories he hasn't had time to ruminate over yet due to the aforementioned police. Physically shaking away the unwanted but, admittedly hot, thoughts, he continues. “We might really be in trouble here. I need you to do anything you can to not look so..." Looking at the hot mess in front of him he trails off,heart leaping into his throat as a wave of self recriminating nausea rises behind it. He swallows stiffly, pushing down his rising gorge and releases a shaky breath before continuing, forcing out the words her appearance brings to his mind. “thoroughly fucked"

The reply he gets is a halfhearted and smug "Feeennek, Nekin" Ellie eyes his form with sultry half lidded gaze not really understanding why he is so frantic and too thoroughly sated to really want to do much of anything except take a well deserved nap but, noticing his worry, proceeds, with much reluctance, to raises her leg back behind her ear, revealing the still engorged flesh of her slit to his gaze and begins lazily tonguing away the evidence of their coupling.

The spectacle of her little fox box leaking a thin film of cloudy liquid sends a primal surge of arousal pooling to his lower belly while simultaneously a wave of disgust at his own perversion nearly sends him into panic mode. AGAIN. He covers his eyes, the heels of his hands digging hard against them making him see stars “Get a grip Zach, you fucking degenerate"

He stands a few moments, eyes still covered, before taking a few calming breaths, finally pushing the panic away through sheer force of will. “Keep yourself from going to jail now, brood later" Scolding himself, He turns and leaves the bedroom with quick steps before turning right back around and poking his head back into the door frame."And for Arceus' sake cover that wet spot with the comforter"

Nearly sprinting now, he heads to the door, stopping only to master himself with a quiet "Ok, be cool" before pushing the door open. "Well" he thinks to himself as the opening door reveals an attractive Jenny, a female police officer that is, standing in the light of the afternoon sun. "At least my doom is hot"

She stands around 5'2" or so with tanned skin, Large dark almond shaped eyes which are a little too big, giving her face a youthful cast. Her exotic features mark her at least partially of Alolan descent. Her hair he notes, is pale blonde, almost white and pulled back in a messy braid. Her head is topped by the stereotypical service cap, the symbol on which, a stylized pokeball surrounding the letters LC denotes her jurisdiction.

Zach is taken aback momentarily by how perfectly she fits into his strike zone. Or at least what he thought his strike zone was before, you know… fucking his fennekin... She is a vision of feminine strength with well defined arm muscles and thick thighs that strain taught against her standard issue black bottoms. The modest swell of her chest is hidden by her bullet proof vest with its many pockets and assorted accoutrements. A name is stitched on the left hand side, it reads "Blanc"

Getting away from thoughts he really shouldn't be thinking, he takes note of the larger than average growlithe at her left side, his police cap covering the tuft of hair common among it's species, making it seem harmless and cute but, he knows how vicious these pokemon can be when dealing with criminals. "H-hi, how can I help you, officer?"

Officer Justine Blanc's brown eyes quickly assess the young man standing in the door. Scout, the growlithe part of their canine unit, comes to attention as she does. Six years on the job quickly show their results as she has a profile in mind before he even opens his mouth. "Caucasian male, early twenties, around 6'1" - 6'2" green eyes, athletic build pale skin as though he doesn't get enough sun. Rather flushed, breathing uneven. Dark blue shorts, stained white tank top." The man's voice trembles, it has a pleasing timbre: bassy with a slight gravelly quality. He seems abnormally nervous as he questions her. "Oh boy, here we go" his nervousness sends alarm bells ringing and she quickly directs a subtle glance to her pokemon escort out of the corner of her eye, a cue to be ready in case this goes bad.

She nods acknowledging his question "Good evening, my name is Officer Justine Blanc and I am responding to a call for a welfare check on a pokemon at this residence. Are you the owner of this townhouse? What is your name?"

The man winces, cementing in her mind his knowledge of what sparked the anonymous tip. "Uh, no I don't, I rent this place..." He trails off "Oh right, My name. Zacharie Rodin, people call me Zach" He attempts a smile. It looks painful. For her part, she continues to put forward a pleasant demeanor, giving him no hint at her internal preparations “ A pleasure to meet you Zach" She unbuckles her police issue PDA from her side as she confirms the information provided pulling his records up in moments. “just one second" His name matches the address and aside from an incident as a minor for some miltank tipping his records are squeaky clean, he does have a provisional trainer's license but only one pokemon and no badges registered to him? It dawns on her as she reads the species "oh ok" she mutters softly under her breath, a fennekin. “No wonder, can't keep a fire type as a pet without some form of trainer's license."

"Is your fennekin at home with you and do you have any other pokemon here?"

"Yes, Ellie is here and no, no other pokemon" After a few more preliminary questions "Is your fennekin injured?" “No" “Can we see her?" “I can? May I come in?" He acquiesces rather quickly showing her into the living room.

As he shows his guests in, the feeling of relief is so palpable he almost reels as the tension leaving makes him slightly weak in the knees “So they don't know that I fucked a pokemon, thank Arceus" He praises in his mind.

“Is something wrong?" Justine's voice startles him back to reality.

“No, no, everything's fine, sorry my mind wondered" he chuckles awkwardly, his hand coming up to ruffle the hair on the back of his head, an apparently nervous tick.

He quickly shows them straight into his modest living room, directly to the right a set of stairs head to the 2nd floor, to the left a couch aimed at the TV a coffee table with an assortment of items, most notably a handheld gaming console several years out of date next to what can only be the remains of several fast food containers. “Sorry for the mess" Zach apologizes looking rather embarrassed, his cheeks stained red earning a chuckle from Justine who finds the combination of his pale skin and red face strangely adorable.

“It's fine. Now the Fennekin?" She crosses her arms and raises an eyebrow, suddenly all business.

Zach pales at her change in demeanor before smiling nervously “r-right, let me call her, she should be right down" his footsteps take him quickly to the bottom of the stairs. “Ellie, can you come down here, we have guests!" He calls confidently A few seconds of tense silence follow and Zach begins to sweat as no response seems to be forthcoming, his smile becomes strained

Justine finds something absolutely hilarious about his poor terrified face and nearly can't keep herself from laughing “oh Arceus, this kid would be a trip to tease"

She actually does break into chuckles at the sheer disdain heard in the fennekin's response. "FeeeeeenneKIN" it doesn't take a pokemon translator to understand the “I dun wanna" in that voice Zach already red turns absolutely crimson all the way up to his ears at this casual disobedience

“Seems someone isn't wanting to come down" She smirks still chuckling

"I'm so sorry about this. Here, let me get her." Basically fleeing upstairs at this point The young man is gone for a few moments before thumping back down the stairs with an adorable, sleepy looking fennekin clasped to his chest "I think she was napping'' he mutters sheepishly hugging the fox like pokemon. It actually takes some real effort not to make an unprofessional noise at the paradigm of pure cuteness in his arms. She is small, a common size for her species, the tufts of fur coming out of her ears a bit shorter than average with silky healthy looking fur. fur pointing in all different directions makes her the very definition of bed head. The sleepy pokemon's gaze is clearly accusatory, blaming them for her continued consciousness.

Justine turns to Scout and motions to the pokemon in Zach's arms “Alright Scout, let's get this out of the way'' as she does she is suddenly bewildered as the normally high strung growlithe who's guard should be fully raised has completely gone “dog mode" he lays lazily on the floor next to her, very relaxed as if he was off duty in her own home.

“Huh?" what the fuck happened to her well trained partner?

Scout looks up at his handler with an uncharacteristic smirk before turning attention to the fennekin in Zach's arms.

She watches the two pokemon converse as she feeds him questions still troubled by the odd behavior of her partner. To Zach's credit the fennekin answers all the questions in a positive way. She seems content and happy so her vigilance finally slips a bit once all the 'by the book' questions are done. "She seems happy and healthy" This is punctuated by an affirmative “Fen!" “Sorry to waste your time. Do you mind if I do a quick visual of the place? Just so I can write it up in my welfare report?" He seems nervous but agrees.

Meanwhile the two canine are still chatting amiably and as she turns her attention back to them she hears the fennekin's voice DRIPPING with what can only be smugness at a query from Scout who barks an oddly suggestive sounding laugh in response "what is going on with him? Does he like this little girl?" She really doesn't know what to make of it "she really,isn't his normal taste though?" she ponders, quirking her lips, confused at his strange behavior. "Well whatever, if he can be that comfortable here, there should be nothing to worry about, I trust his judgement".

She returns her gaze to Zach who unknowingly just went up a couple notches in her book. Smiling pleasantly she relays “I will just be a minute, Scout, make sure they stay put" He barks a lazy affirmative still with that same look on his face "I am going to have to have a talk with him, something is going on..." she shakes her head before making the rounds checking haphazardly around the first floor, finding nothing out of the ordinary before making her way up to the second. Stepping past the last stair an unpleasant grumbling in her stomach has her quickly making her way to the bathroom across from the master bedroom. “Damn, shouldn't have had that third cup of coffee this morning."

Back downstairs Zach's shoulders sag in relief as the beautiful officer's footsteps quiet after reaching the second floor. "Thank you Ellie for being adorably disarming, it seems I am not going to jail for pokephilia today!" Letting out a sigh of relief he almost falls down as the sharp gaze of Scout meets his own "FUCK!"

He tries to play it off cool “Scout, right? I-I was just sighing because uh, Yeah, your trainer is just kind of intense. I uh, really haven't done anything wrong" "ugh real smooth idiot, just act super relieved that you got away clean, that's not suspicious at all"

Answering physically Scout shoves his head against Zach's stomach, pushing him bodily, backing him flush against the door of the apartment. Unable to resist his strength. Zach wisely complies, putting his hands up in surrender, paling even as he remembers criminals on the show PokeCops getting manhandled by growlithe and not wanting to share their experience.

Ellie reacts quickly, jumping from his arms to the couch grumbling in annoyance. Zach worries momentarily that she might try protecting him but, instead of beginning the motions of protecting him, which he totally would have told her to back off, instead she hunkers down making a little fox loaf and seems to be looking at me with anticipation. "What the fuck! You little furry traitor!" he screams with his eyes. The teasing look he receives in answer has him somewhat bewildered. "Can't you see I am about to be eaten?!" He only has a short time to be scandalized before 70 pounds of growlithe lets him know he has more important things to focus on.

Zach snaps attention back to Scout as he nudges his hip hard with a gruff “Lith".

Terrified he squeaks out "I-I-I surrender" but, as he looks down into the puppy pokemon's chocolate brown eyes he couldn't really see any aggression, just a superior doggy smirk like the meowth that got the pidgey. He can't read too much into it before he is startled by the press of a growlithe muzzle snuffling vigorously into his cloth covered crotch.

Zach's eyes widen into saucers as he feels the hot breath of the big fire type wash over his manhood, the shock of pleasure sending blood further south nearly giving him an erection his traitorous body was reacting one way but his mind was focused on something else. "oh shit, oh shit, oh shit! He smells her on me' the jig is up!"

The familiar panic from earlier raised its ugly head“I-it's not what it smells like, really"

Scout rolls his eyes clearly not buying it “Growl, growlithe" he chuckles suffusing Zach's waking member with delicious warmth. Brown eyes turn up to meet green. The canine quirks an eyebrow and in one smooth motion raised a big paw to the waistband of Zach's trainer shorts before pulling the loose fitting clothing straight down around his ankles revealing Zach's half hard cock to the open air.

Zach for his part could only stare incredulously at the big canine as it gazed upon his length, the incongruity of Scout with his service cap on, and his actions: his hot breaths washing over Zach's cock as he eyes his meat like well, a piece of meat. Sends a thick powerful surge of confused arousal coursing through his veins which has him coming to full mast nigh instantly. The muscles in his pelvis contract powerfully in response, involuntarily causing his cock to slap his abs momentarily before coming to rest parallel atop Scout's muzzle, momentarily causing the fire type to go cross eyed.

Zach freezes, the absurdity of his current position leaving him immobile. “What is happening heeeeere!" He is interrupted as a moan is dragged from his protesting lips as the positively scorching tongue of the big growlithe burns a trail of pleasure from his taint, up between his balls and finally all the way to the tip of his dick in one slow languid stroke. The long, hot appendage making him shiver in sudden, powerful want.

Scout's eyes, burning with arousal, capture Zach's own, the intensity of the lust found there taking his breath away. He is momentarily distracted at a flash of vivid red. Further below, the full turgid length of the canine's cock, heavy and hot, pokes out of the sheathe between his legs the nature of this confrontation becoming apparent.

“W-what?" Zach manages to stammer before the muzzle of his fire type partner engulfs the fleshy head of his member in red-hot wet heat before taking the rest of it down inch by fiery inch into his eager waiting maw, progress is slowed as it presses against the entrance to his throat but, Scout merely gives him an arrogant grin, opening his mouth to show his throbbing member bounce momentarily on his scalding tongue before clamping back down, swallowing thickly and audibly taking it the rest of the way down, as he does Zach's hands involuntarily find their way to the fire type's furry head accidentally knocking off his cap and tugging insistently pulling the canine's cold nose flush against his stomach earning an approving rumble.

“Fuuuck '' The word is drawn out slowly as Zach's toes curl into the hardwood, the skillful ministration nearly drowning him in pleasure. The feeling of the growlithe's tight, burning throat rippling around the bulbous head of his cock mixed with the vibrations of his low growl nearly has him coming right then and there. Only the worry of the officer returning and the absurdity of the situation keep him from bringing an early end to what is by far and away the hottest blowjob he has ever received.

The pleasure gives him a moment of clarity and, as he stands there dick buried to the hilt in the throat of a pokemon he just met, he ponders “Why is a police growlithe giving me a blowjob and holy fuck, why is it so fucking good?"

END OF CHAPTER 1

04/22/2021 Update: Fixed some formatting and grammer issues. Reworded a few things.