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A quiet, gravel road wound its way right to the foot of a two story cabin in the Johto region. Its dark, wood finish matched the trees of the surrounding forest. Through the glass window of the front door, one could see Lucas sleepily nurse a cup of coffee. The early morning light had his home cast in a somber, greyish tint.

Through an open den that melded into his dining room, Lucas sat at the table there, glancing through the glass window in the front door to check if a car might be coming down the road. Nothing, of course, so he went back to puzzling through a sudoku on his tablet. He was pretty sure he had this one wrong, but didn't much care for accuracy at the moment. He just wanted to kill time. Once the courier got here, he could put the pokeball away, get Ranger Leor settled, sleep in, then start getting the new typhlosion acclimated to his home.

Lucas's two pokemon companions remained in their balls, his property cleared of anything but the occasional wilds wandering through his trash. It was all standard protocol for a pokemon breeder of his unique position. Lucas sighed and took a long drink, staring out the large sliding glass doors to his backyard. He admired the mountains that lifted over the forest, spotting some winged shapes circling lazily in the sky. His phone buzzed. A text:

We'll be at your doorstep soon, Dr. Willow!

He scoffed, knowing that could mean anywhere from one to ten minutes. He scribbled out a number with his stylus before putting a new one in its corner.

He was excited to meet the typhlosion and work with it, but this whole business had been strange. His colleagues in Sinnoh were tight-lipped compared to previous clients he worked with. They hadn't sent him any data on this pokemon: no name, no photos, no temperament.

It irritated Lucas to no end, but he understood it to also be a security risk. This particular typhlosion was incredibly rare, apparently, and could draw any number of poachers looking to capture and sell it for some extravagant bounty. He had been contacted only twice: the first time to hire him, the second to give him details of how he would receive the pokemon. It would be sent by courier rather than by standard trade services, and a security agent contracted by the lab in Sinnoh would stay at Lucas's residence until he reintegrated the typhlosion and its offspring into the local population here in Johto.

Lucas glanced back at the front door, eyes lingering on the plaques mounted in the vestibule. Awards and recognition for his contributions to pokemon conservation. He'd been doing this work since he turned twenty, and at thirty Lucas had a reputation in the field as a specialist that worked closely with rehabilitating the populations of endangered wild pokemon.

As much as this particular job would cause an upheaval to his home life, he was also used to the work doing that. He expected, if things went swimmingly, it would take a full year to do this job.

A sound drew Lucas to look back out his front door, seeing a cloud of dust kicked up around the bend his driveway wrapped around, birds startled out of nearby trees as a semi-truck hauling a shipping container churned its way down his driveway. Lucas gawked, not believing this could be his courier until the mechanical behemoth started slowing to a stop before his home.

Lucas got outside. The typical fresh air of his rural home assailed by the sharp sting of stirred up gravel and the truck's diesel engine. It slid into park with a shuddering gasp while Lucas stood there, wondering if he was expected to just have a shipping container dumped onto his front lawn.

The passenger door kicked open, and a woman slipped out the cab. She said something to the driver, and released a pokemon from its ball. An obstagoon, who, after given a command, gave a sharp bark and went around to the back of the truck. The more anthropomorphic pokemon worked with the driver to detach the trailer holding the shipping container. Just as Lucas realized he needed to say something if he didn't want that thing blocking his driveway for the next year, Ranger Leor mounted the steps of his wooden porch.

Lucas almost recoiled at the sight of her. Had he hackles they'd be standing up as this woman extended her clawed hand. "Doctor Willow? I'm Leor, nice to meet you."

"Err, you as well," Lucas said as he reluctantly shook, finding her palm almost leathery smooth, like the pads of a paw. Six different kinds of slurs worked over his tongue before he blurted, "You're an equalist."

Leor smirked, a pointed fang showing. From afar, one might believe Leor was any other human, her braided hair dyed a matching black and white of her obstagoon, but up close it became apparent the two bold streaks of white in her long raven hair were entirely natural. Then there were her eyes: a striking red like her pokemon's; her skin, looking ghostly pale at a distance, was actually covered in a very fine coat of off-white fur, and from her fingers extended clawlike black nails. These were common changes for humans overexposed to a pokemon's bodily fluids for a long enough period of time. Many considered it a sexually transmitted condition, which only added to the taboo hybridity of humans like Leor.

"Nice of you to know that term," Leor said.

Lucas scoffed. "I'm not a bigot, but you also understand why I have to ask you and your... partner?"

"Mate, boyfriend, whatever you like," Leor said with a little shrug. "Or just call him his name, Strypes."

"Right, well, I would ask you to keep any physical intimacy off the property. Sadly, I've had colleagues lose their breeding license for simply supporting equalists politics, so there is a level of professional distance I'm forced to keep--"

"I know the score, Doc, don't worry. Once Kypha is settled, Strypes and I will likely spend a few weeks roughing it to get a lay of the land."

"Kypha?"

Leor threw a thumb over her shoulder, pointing at the now detached trailer standing in Lucas's driveway. "The name of the typhlosion."

"Right..." Lucas realized he did not have a say about the trailer being left here. The obstagoon, Strypes, came trotting up to the porch, a feral grin on his muzzle.

Leor turned and shouted to the driver, "Thanks Frank, take care--hey!" she squealed when Strypes reached her. The big obstagoon pulled her into his furry embrace, dragging his long tongue across her face. Leor shoved his muzzle away before the pokemon could kiss her. Lucas promptly looked away, unsure if their PDA flustered him more than the semi-truck digging furrows into his lawn as it turned around, circling around and back down the road. "Easy, Strypes. I know you're excited, but let's get Kypha settled first, okay?"

Strypes growled low, but released her with a huff.

Lucas cleared his throat and asked, "Why is, um, Kypha being brought here in that? Are they--"

"He, Doc."

"Right, is he not balled?"

Leor shrugged. "He's cooperated with us so far, but he refuses to go into a pokeball."

Lucas furrowed his brow. The average typhlosion rarely got over the height of a tall human. "So an entire storage container to transport him? Not just a trailer or--"

"Right, uh, he's an alpha pokemon, and a Hisuian Typhlosion to boot."

Lucas blinked. "How is that possible?" Alpha variants didn't adjust well to human settlement, and their rarity made them a high value capture target, both of which had made their numbers decline almost to the point of extinction. They only existed in wildlife reserves anymore, if they existed at all. Lucas knew perhaps ten total in the world. As for the Hisuian Typhlosion variant, it had gone extinct over a century ago.

Leor said, "We're not sure. He's... he found us."

"And you're certain he's Hisuian?"

Leor said, "He matches photos, paintings, and physical descriptions from the era, and he's ghost/fire typing. Which is part of the reason why they hired me and Strypes, we specialize in dealing with ghost types."

"Are you worried about him becoming violent?"

Leor held up her palms, waving them with, "No no--at least, he's been good so far, but you have to understand. A strange, extinct pokemon showed up in a professor's backyard. We can't be too careful."

"I see," Lucas muttered, taking a moment to find the courage to say, "I suppose we should meet him."

"I'm sure he's eager to meet you, too." Leor made an "after you" gesture and Lucas padded down the porch past her and Strypes. As they approached the storage container, she said, "You should be warned, there's going to be a smell when we open the door."

"A smell?"

"He, uh, you know alphas are more sexually active, right? I didn't know until Kypha but--"

"I do, and I'm a professional," Lucas said as they reached the back of the storage container. A latch on the bottom of the trailer kept the entire thing sealed. "I've handled more pokemon fluids than you could imagine."

Leor flashed another fanged smirk. "Oh, I don't know about that, Doc, I've bred my fair share of pokemon, too." That was the final transformation of any human exposed long enough to a particular pokemon's hormonal bodily fluids: fertility and sexual compatibility.

Lucas pursed his lips. "Just get this thing open."

Snickering, Leor flipped the latch loose then banged on the door. "Kypha! You can come out now."

Lucas heard something move through the container. The large metal door cracked open, and he caught the flash of a fuschia eye, and that stench--

Did not compare to when the whole door swung open. If the sight of the typhlosion had blown away all his professional candor, he might have noticed the storage unit had been furnished with a place for Kypha to eat and sleep, as well as a breeding mount for the pokemon to use. He had to be at least three meters tall, with a shaggy cream-colored front, the fur on his back a deeper shade, like a darkly bruised night sky. Between his legs, Lucas looked at the largest set of balls and sheath in his life. Kypha's magenta cock-tip peeked from that sheath now, the spade shaped glans so thick around Lucas would barely be able to grasp it with a single hand. A bead of precum swelled on the tip. The suffocating, smoky stench of Kypha's musk made Lucas dizzy. His breeding mount looked recently used, and his musk had only built up and up in the storage container until it had blasted them on its opening.

Lucas was eye-level with Kypha's balls. He watched those massive testes lift as the typhlosion flexed his abdomen, that sheath bouncing and more of that feral member slipping into the open air. Sweat, burnt cedar, the strong musky smell of semen all called to Lucas. He didn't even notice himself get hard in his stunned state. It wasn't until Kypha growled that Lucas looked up and met the pokemon's harsh gaze. A collar of rhodamine flames jetted around Kypha's neck, his pupils narrowed to slits and Lucas felt a pounding, pulse reverberate through his head and chest, as if they were tied by a tightly wound guitar string that someone just plucked.

Whatever it was, it made Lucas sway, world spinning as his head pounded with a headache. Leor grabbed him, but his vision still swam as she asked, "Doc? Hey you--"

"Found you," something inside Lucas said. Forceful and smoldering and alien, so overwhelming that it was the last thing Lucas remembered before blacking out.

***

Matthew didn't know what to think of the open storage container blocking the driveway. He knew Dr. Willow was getting a rare typhlosion to work with today, but the young lab assistant didn't think it would require this sort of transport. Matthew parked his little green sedan behind the trailer. He checked his phone one last time, frowning at the lack of responses to the texts he sent Dr. Willow two hours ago.

He got out with his bookbag, and his nose immediately wrinkled at the musky smell of a spent typhlosion. He'd worked with Dr. Willow long enough to recognize that burnt cedar smell. He noticed several heavy imprints of paws in the lawn, much bigger than a typhlosion should be. Was it an alpha they had transported here?

That would explain the gravity that had come attached to this whole ordeal. Matthew made his way to Dr. Willow's house, finding the front door hanging open. Cautiously, he knocked on the open door and called out, "Hello? Dr. Willow?"

It was a woman's deep voice that answered, "Who's there?"

Matthew flinched, but held his ground as he listened to someone come down the hallway before they turned the corner into the den. "Who are you?" she asked.

He just stared at her, gawking a bit. He'd seen pictures of equalists changed by their pokemon, but had never met up close someone so changed.

In his silence, the woman said, "I'm Ranger Leor, and I'm in charge of keeping this place safe. If you don't have business here I'm going to have to ask you to leave."

Matthew cleared his throat, blushing. "Right, I'm Matt, Dr. Willow's research assistant? I'm a student at Goldenrod University, and was worried because Dr. Willow never responded to my texts from this morning which--"

"He's just resting, follow me."

Matthew hugged his bookbag to his chest, trying to contain himself as he followed Leor down the hall. He couldn't help but study the black, ruffled skirt she wore, wondering if he could spot a tail. They stepped into Dr. Willow's bedroom, which Matthew had only seen in passing. His teacher for the summer was passed out on top of forest green sheets, with an absolutely massive typhlosion taking up the right half of the room. The pokemon lay partially on the floor, partially on the bed, head tucked next to Dr. Willow's while he slept. Matthew had never seen his handsome instructor look so vulnerable before: athletic body sprawled yet relaxed, sun-reddened blond hair sticking to his sweaty brown, rugged features softened to almost looking gentle. It felt invasively intimate, but the musky scent of this massive typhlosion kept him from dwelling on it.

He stood still in the doorway and stared while Leor collapsed into a chair set next to the bed. With a little sigh she said, "Matt, this is Kypha. The obstagoon is my mate Strypes."

Matthew jumped when he finally noticed Strypes leaning quietly against the wall beside the door, arms folded over his chest. They locked eyes a moment, and the obstagoon snorted before shutting his and going back to dozing.

Matthew gestured to Dr. Willow. "What happened?"

"Kypha happened."

"What does that mean?"

Leor waved to Kypha. "Do you know about the Hisuian Typhlosion?"

"The extinct variant?"

"Previously extinct, assuming you and Dr. Willow do your job right with Kypha here."

"You mean he's--"

"Yep. And he has all the complications of ghost types, too," Leor said. She reached across the bed and shook Dr. Willow's shoulder. The man grunted, but remained firmly asleep.

Matthew frowned. "Will he be alright?"

"He'll be fine. Certain ghost types can form connections to communicate with humans. They're rare, and unlike psychic types they're not quite sending thoughts to your head."

"I've heard of it," Matthew said as he gingerly sat on the foot of the bed. "It's like, they touch your spirit instead."

Leor nodded. "It's powerful stuff. Strypes and I once had to relocate a dusknoir who'd been harassing a town, putting visions and nightmares in their heads."

"So Kypha put something in Dr. Willow?"

"He came on too strong," Leor corrected. "The whole reason we know Kypha's name or can even talk to him is because he can send us simple thoughts, visions, and impressions. But whatever he did to the Doc here was too much at once. He'll wake up, eventually."

"And Kypha?" Matthew asked.

"He's just sleeping. Unlike other typhlosions, he seems to be nocturnal like most ghost types."

"Ah," Matthew shifted a little. "So do we, um, just wait for Dr. Willow to wake up?"

"I mean, if you got work to do, go ahead and do it. I can babysit just fine."

"Right," Matthew stood up but hesitated. His hands unconsciously squeezed the strap of his bookbag as he glanced at Leor then Strypes.

"Something wrong?" Leor asked just as her obstagoon's eyes snapped open to return Matthew's gaze.

He blushed again, mumbling, "I've never met an equalist before... I would love to, um, discuss your condition sometime--if it's not too invasive--"

She laughed, cutting him off. She cocked her head and asked, "Curious, are we?"

"J-just scientifically!" Matthew protested, face growing redder. "I--we can come back to it later. Would you like tea, coffee? I'm going to make some."

"Tea sounds great, hun. And if you ever want to know what being an equalist is like, me and Strypes are happy to give you a demonstration any time."

"Alright thank you," Matthew practically wheezed as he rushed out of the room, heart pounding in his chest. From Dr. Willow's bedroom, he heard more laughter from not just Leor, but the growling snicker of the obstagoon who had eyed Matthew like a piece of meat.

***

Lucas hand rested on something soft and warm like a sun-baked stone. His eyes fluttered open, grogginess making his head swirl as he found himself lying on his side, Kypha's massive muzzle resting next to his. The typhlosion laid muzzle flat to the mattress, which caved under his weight and pulled Lucas closer like a planet's orbit to a star. The great pokemon's chest lifted and rose with each slow breath, nostrils opening and closing, washing warm air across Lucas's throat. The room was immensely warm, and he was sweating through his clothes.

Carefully, Lucas scooted backwards, rolling to his edge of the bed and sitting up. The room had become unoccupied, but from outside the open door he heard the muffled sound of people talking in the dining room. Lucas rubbed his eyes, world still underwater for him as he tried to piece together what happened. The strange encounter with Kypha, the equalist Ranger Leor and her obstagoon mate, the lab in Sinnoh tasking him to breed an alpha Hisuian Typhlosion. He glanced at the clock on his nightstand, which read, 03:14 p.m.

"Arceus, how did I sleep this long?"

Kypha kept sleeping as Lucas got out of bed, wishing for a change of clothes, but needing to know who exactly was in his home first. The walk helped wake him up, and he recognized the voices before turning the corner into his living room. Matt and Leor sat at the table, two mugs between them along with a plate full of tea biscuits Matt had baked the week before.

"Sleep well?" Leor said.

"Dr. Willow!" Matt squeaked as he got up. The chubby young man was slightly taller than Lucas and Leor, skin a natural bronze compared to Lucas sunbaked tan, with short-cropped black hair and brown eyes that were almost a shade of russet. Right now he babbled some apology about visiting. "--it was just when I didn't get a text back from you about whether or not Kypha got here, I was worried something happened and--"

"It's fine," Lucas said, voice hoarse.

"I'll get you some water," Matt said as Lucas approached the table.

Lucas sat down next to Leor, noticing the look on her face. "Why are you so smug?" he asked.

"Nothing. How'd you sleep?"

Lucas shook his head. "Good, I guess? I don't know how I'm getting to sleep at a decent time now, though."

"Kypha's nocturnal, anyways. Better get used to sleeping during the day."

"Mmm, that tracks--thank you, Matt." Lucas took a long drink from a glass of cold water that Matt had set in front of him. It soothed his dry throat and made him shiver a little. "Damn did I need that," he said as he set the half-empty glass down. Finally, he asked Leor, "What happened?"

Leor explained what she had already told Matt. His lab assistant listened in quietly, nibbling on cookies as Leor said, "Far as I can tell, that's what knocked you out. Kypha really didn't mean to. He got upset and protective when you fell over, figure if he didn't already know me, he might not have let me and Strypes carry you into your bed."

Lucas said, "And you two have just been waiting around since then?"

"I fed the pokemon out in the hatcheries, let them get some yard time, and took care of the incubators," Matt said. "Skarmory number four is due to hatch sometime this week, I think."

"Strypes is out getting some exercise. I'd have joined him, but I didn't want to leave the house till I knew you'd woken up," Leor added.

With a little sigh, Lucas scooted his chair back and stood. "I should probably eat something, and make some coffee if I'm going to stay up with Kypha tonight."

"Oh Doc, one thing?"

"Mmm?"

"Did you dream about anything while you were out?" Leor asked.

Lucas and Matt exchanged a glance. "I think I might've, why?"

"Can you remember?"

"Are you worried Kypha might use some form of dream eater on me?" Lucas shot back.

"No no, the opposite. Come on, think, what do you remember?"

Lucas chewed on his bottom lip, turning over the wispy fragments of some dream over in his head. Finally, he said, "I was on a beach. With someone else, they were dressed in period clothing and much smaller than me. I... I don't think they were a child, I was just bigger."

"You should keep a dream journal, I think," Leor said.

"Dream journal?"

"Powerful ghost types like Kypha, when they're sleeping their memories and thoughts can seep into your dreams when you have some kind of connection with them. It's rare, but I've heard stories from other equalists of reliving, say, their Gengar's past-life before they became a ghost."

"Psh, that's purely anecdotal speculation," Lucas dismissed.

"I don't know, Dr. Willow," Matt mumbled, leaning against the table, turning his now-empty mug in both hands. "Maybe we should trust Leor. Neither of us specialize in ghost types."

Lucas frowned at his pupil. He considered reprimanding the thought, but knew Matt well enough by now that his assistant wouldn't speak up unless Matt felt strongly about it. He cleared his throat and went into the kitchen, opening the freezer and retrieving a microwavable meal. He said as he prepared it, "If I notice a pattern in the dreams I'll start recording them, but we'll leave it at that." He shut the plastic tray in the microwave, set the timer and faced the table again. "Matt, why don't you let River and Joule out so they can stretch their legs and eat something before Kypha wakes up?"

"On it, Dr. Willow."

Matt opened a door along the dining room wall that led to a stairway up to the second floor. As he headed up to the lab to grab the pokeballs Lucas kept his two pokemon in, Leor said, "He's a good kid, but I'm afraid he's not cut out for this profession."

"Matt's an excellent student. I don't see why he'd have any trouble as a pokemon breeder," Lucas said with a scowl. "I don't appreciate you casting judgment on him or the work he does here."

Leor held up her palms. "Easy Doc, I didn't say anything about him being bad at his job."

"Then what were you getting at exactly?"

Leor shrugged. "Just a gut feeling, really." She stood and scooped up Lucas's water, drinking almost all of what remained in a single gulp.

"Hey!"

"Ah, thanks Doc, I'm going to find out where Strypes ran off to. Kypha should sleep for a couple more hours, we'll be sure to get back here before he wakes."

Leor headed out the backdoor, leaving the sliding glass door wide open. Lucas might have complained had Matt not come down and went through it a moment later, shutting it behind him before he released Joule and River from their balls. Both pokemon, a luxray and lucario respectively, perked upon seeing Matt, and Matt started chatting with them amicably. Lucas couldn't hear him through the door, but felt at ease, knowing Matt would give Joule and River the time and attention they needed. His pair of pokemon had bonded faster to Matt than any of Lucas's previous lab assistants.

The microwave dinged and Lucas opened the door to it. He went to the table and scooped up the loose mugs and glasses, including his own. He put all of them in the dishwasher, opting to get a new glass after Leor's lips touched the previous one. He'd eat, shower, get a change of clothes... then what?

Lucas's nose wrinkled as he smelled Kypha's scent over his TV dinner.

He'd have to see if there was some way to make his house not smell like a typhlosion mating season.

***

As with any introduction, Lucas led Kypha outside and away from the house, into an open field with Matt, Leor, and Strypes. The big typhlosion always seemed like it might step on Lucas's ankles with how closely it followed behind. It had woken up more horny than hungry, that fat magenta member leaking a trail of precum as they got him out of the house.

Considering his alpha status, Lucas prepared for this, and in the waning sunlight he stopped in the field. Kypha nosed his shoulder, the gesture almost making Lucas stumble.

"Easy now," Lucas whispered and he grabbed the pokeball at his belt. He thumbed the release, and from a red stream of light emerged a ditto.

Kypha glanced at the purple blob and snorted.

Lucas stepped between the ditto and typhlosion and said, "Kypha, this is Mito, they're going to help you manage your needs. Mito, can you change shape for me?"

Mito churred and swelled in a flash of white light. In a matter of seconds, they had morphed into a standard, female typhlosion. They were now almost as tall as Lucas, and cried out in a much deeper register. Kypha snarled, flames bursting out around his collar as he did. The flash of heat made Lucas cover his face. Behind Kypha, Matt made to move and help, but Leor blocked him with her arm. She kept her red eyes locked on Kypha's collar, as if that mane of flames would tell her exactly when to intervene.

Kypha glared down at Mito, but his ditto had worked with so many pokemon that they knew to remain calm. Kypha barked and turned his back on them, the flames on his collar going out into frail wisps of smoke.

Lucas cleared his throat and held up Mito's pokeball to them. "Return."

The ditto disappeared back into the ball, while Leor approached, saying, "The lab boys back in Sinnoh couldn't get him to breed with any ditto, either. Which is why they wanted to send him here."

"To see if he would mate with his own kind," Lucas said.

"Should I send word to the Cherrygrove Reserve about getting one of their females out here?" Matt asked.

"Make a request for two, in case Kypha is picky. I suspect once the solstice hits and the females go into heat it won't matter, though," Lucas said.

"Just be careful about how you word your request," Leor warned. "We still need to keep Kypha a secret for now."

"You heard her, Matt. Run back to the house and get that sent. You remember my computer login?"

"I got it in my phone, Dr. Willow. I'll get that taken care of."

"Thanks, and when you're done," Lucas raised his voice as Matt jogged back to the house, "Get a pot of coffee made for me, then you can head home!"

"What are you going to do with him in the meantime," Leor asked, pointing at Kypha.

Lucas walked around the pokemon, noticing now that Kypha stared off into the distance. He tried to follow the typhlosion's gaze: behind his house were a row of three different barn-like structures along a gravel path, each housing pokemon in different stages of breeding and rehabilitation, but Kypha looked just to the left of the farthest hatchery, out into the forest that swayed in the breeze. "Kypha?" Lucas tried. The typhlosion didn't blink, his pupils dilating.

"Ghost types can see spirits, so there's no telling what he might be seeing," Leor said. "You've not answered my question."

"What? Oh, for now we have a breeding mount in hatchery one. I'll collect his seed and we can start inseminating the ditto we have on site--"

Kypha wheeled around, towering over Lucas in an instant, so close that fat sheath pressed against his thigh. Kypha's overwhelming musk made Lucas's eyes water this close to it, and he felt again the presence of something plucking that string inside him, playing a single note that left a resonant impression in his mind. Not language, but an image of Lucas on his hands and knees, Kypha mounting him with his too-large cock. The string was plucked again, and the image burst into fragments, replaced by a singular impression: Kypha wouldn't waste his seed on anything but Lucas.

It was Leor who rescued him from passing out again. The Ranger grabbed his elbow and pulled him away, Strype getting in front of Kypha and both pokemon growling at each other. Lucas felt wet and looked down at his khaki shorts, finding a fat, growing spot on his hip as Kypha's precum had seeped into it. He hadn't even noticed the typhlosion's cock swell up against him, now six inches of meaty dick exposed from that sheath.

Leor snapped her clawed fingers in front of his eyes. "Doc, talk to me."

Lucas's mouth filled with cotton. He opened and closed it as if he expected fibrous balls of the stuff to spill from his lips. It did not, but he eventually found words: "He doesn't want dittos, he wants me."

"Tsk, no shit."

***

Kypha didn't take long to calm down--whatever went through the big brute's head, he didn't plan to assault Dr. Willow. Still, soon as he could get his feet under him, Doc went back to his house. Leaving Leor out with Strypes and Kypha. Her trusted mate stood at her shoulder while Kypha watched Doc run off.

With two fingers, Leor jabbed Kypha in the side, claws pinching into the typhlosion's thick hide hard enough to make the big alpha startle. He stumbled back then took a step towards her, snarling. His collar ignited, but the last month of travel with Kypha left Leor comfortable with bullying him.

"Listen to me," Leor said as she got in Kypha's face, grabbing his jaw and yanking it down so they were nose to nose--the alpha typhlosion hunched almost comically. "You're coming on way too strong. You're liable to give that poor man a heart attack if you keep acting like this."

One of Kypha's long, slender ears flicked and he grunted.

"I mean it! You might be some stud to me or Matt, but the Doc isn't fantasizing about sleeping with any pokemon."

Kypha made a sheepish growl, the flames of his collar receding and his ears leaning back.

Leor sighed and released his jaw. "Are you sure he's the one? No one else?"

Kypha gave an enthusiastic nod and rumbling chirp, standing up straight now.

"Alright, what do you think, Strypes?"

Strypes neck stretched out as he crooned, "Goooon..." it rumbled with a bass note close to a purr.

"You sure?" Leor asked. "I mean, Matt obviously is, but the Doc?"

Strypes smacked his chest once with his paw, then tapped the side of his head with a claw before wagging it at her.

Heart was there, head wasn't. It tracked. Leor cocked her hip, cupping her chin, thumb running over the fine, white fur that coated her body now. "I guess that tracks. I mean, far as I can tell, he doesn't seem close with any humans, given what Matt told us about him today." No partners, no family photos, his only attachments to other humans were professional ones.

Leor glanced back at Strypes. "Think he's a virgin?"

Strypes stuck out his tongue in a big, amused grin.

"Of course! See, this is why it's not fair. Your nose can sniff out things I can't put together without asking. What about Matt?"

Strypes shook his head at that.

"Yeah, he does seem like the more adjusted of the two, for sure."

Kypha got her attention with a rumbling growl, and he started walking for the house.

"Hey, hey!" Leor had to grab one of those big, leathery paws and dig in her feet to keep Kypha from going over there. He growled at her, and she flicked him on the snout. "Don't take that tone with me."

Kypha's muzzle wrinkled in a scowl more adorable than threatening to Leor. She'd seen Kypha throw out immense displays of power in the two months they'd known each other. But he'd yet to so much as hurt a pidgey.

"Yeah yeah, I know you want to go in there and try again. How about you just take it easy tonight, hmm? Get a lay of the land, do that thing you do with spirits. I'll go talk to Dr. Willow and get him to come to you, alright?"

Kypha stared at her a moment, then his eyes narrowed. She felt that unsettling sensation of him grabbing at her soul, his presence running through her and making something inside her go rigid before the tension released with a single, clear message.

"He better. Or else."

Leor shook off that unpleasant sensation and said, "He will, he will! Just settle down first, alright? Stay in sight of the house so he can find you. Come on, Strypes."

As Leor headed to the house, she heard Strypes get in Kypha's face for a moment. A friendly, snickering growl that, to Leor's ear, sounded like Strypes telling Kypha, "We're cooler than you."

Kypha simply snorted, and Strypes ran off towards the house, racing ahead of Leor. She jogged after, not really trying to keep up. From the house, Matt came out the door and down the porch before he noticed Strypes racing towards him. The poor boy froze right up as an obstagoon nearly as tall as him tackled Matt to the ground. Leor grinned, picking up the pace while Matt yelped and squirmed underneath Strypes.

This dissolved into nervous laughter as Strypes dragged his tongue across Matt's face, leaving a trail of saliva there. The young lab assistant feebly tried to shove Strypes off, but her obstagoon simply growled and smeared more of his scent across Matt's face and neck.

"Alright, come on you big flirt!" Leor grabbed Strypes by one of his shaggy shoulder pads and hoisted him back onto his feet.

Face flushed and panting, Matt wiped drool off his face with his wrist. "W-what got into him?"

Another snickering snarl from Strypes made Leor bump him with her hip. "That's his way of saying he likes you."

Matt's eyes went wide. "O-oh."

"Now now, I promise he's not planning on taking you to dinner or anything," Leor said. "Strypes loves to flirt and fool around, but we're lifers. He's not trying to sweep you off your feet."

"Except, uh, literally," Matt said as Leor helped him up. "I, um..." Matt glanced shyly at the obstagoon then down at the grass. "He's very friendly."

"For better or worse," Leor said wistfully. "Is Doc inside?"

The subject change made Matt's shoulders relax a little and he was able to look Leor in the eyes when he said, "Yeah, he's, uh, did something happen? He seemed pretty shook up."

"Kypha," Leor said, waving back into the field where, a hundred paces away, the big typhlosion still watched them. "Doc thinks Kypha's not interested in pokemon, but in people."

Leor had to hold back a laugh as she watched every hair on Matt's body stand on end. Strypes did laugh at this, and Matt's ears started to go a little red under his brown skin. "You-you... he wants to breed humans?"

"Dr. Willow, specifically. At least, that's what the Doc said," Leor told Matt. She patted the young man's shoulder. "Don't worry, we're not about to sacrifice you for the greater good or anything. If Kypha shows any interest I'm sure you'll know."

Matt shivered at that. "He-he's just so big."

"Heh, trust me, kid, pokemon are very good at making it fit."

"I-I... should be going home. I'm supposed to be--"

"By all means," Leor gestured to where Matt had parked his car. "We'll see you tomorrow."

"You, um, will?"

"You wanted to talk about being an equalist, right?" Leor asked with a little smirk.

"Ye-yeah..." Matt said before he walked to his car, fishing his keys from his pocket.

Leor frowned. "Hey, didn't you come here with a bookbag or something?"

Matt started and rushed back to the door. "Shoot, right. Sorry!"

Leor chuckled. "What are you sorry for?" but Matt had dashed back inside. She said, "Oh that poor boy. Too cute for his own good."

Strypes leaned over and nuzzled her cheek, which turned to a nip along her earlobe and a low growl. His way of saying, "I'm more interested in how cute you are."

Leor gasped, feeling warmth rush to her sheath. Still, she managed to shove Strypes off her before Matt came back outside. He walked past them, saying quickly, "Thanks again! See you tomorrow!"

"Later cutie," Leor teased, almost giggling when Matt flinched. He didn't respond, but rushed to his car. Leor said to Strypes, "Get our gear from the storage container, will you? I'm going to have a word with Doc, then I'll meet you out here."

Strypes made an assenting growl and ran off. Leor went back to the house, her good mood fading away soon as she walked through the door. She found Doc on his hands and knees, scrubbing the hardwood floor with a cleaning spray beside him. She folded her arms under her breasts and leaned against the wall. "Don't got a mop, Doc?"

"Would you stop calling me that?" he snapped, attention still on wiping the floor down with some bleach-scented cleaner. "If you aren't actually going to respect my title then just call me Lucas."

"Alright," Leor said, a little more cautious. "You know Kypha's just going to stink up this place again."

"No, he's not coming back into the house," Lucas said as he stood. He looked down the hallway and sighed. "I'll let this set then clean the bedroom."

"What are you going to do with him?" Leor asked.

"He's going to live in Hatchery One or his storage container--his choice."

"What about breeding him?" Leor pressed.

"We'll see how picky he is when there are two females in heat around him all day," Lucas said.

"Listen Doc--" at a glare, Leor corrected herself, "Lucas, sorry. I know Kypha is scaring you--"

"I'm not scared of him," Lucas said flatly. He scooped up the rag he had been using as well as the cleaning spray. He went to the kitchen, throwing the rag away while putting the bottle under the sink.

Leor took a seat at the dining table and gestured to the chair across from her. "Can we talk about it, at least? I've been working with Kypha longer than anyone at this point. Between the two of us I'm sure we can figure out what's best for him."

"Breeders don't worry about what's best for a pokemon, we worry about what's best for a species."

"Well, for now, Kypha is his species, so how about you take a seat?"

Lucas's fists bunched up at his sides, but he relented and sat down across from her. "Fine, you're the expert here, I guess. How do you suggest we breed him?"

"Easy with the attitude," Leor growled, the sound closer to a pokemon than a human's growl. "I'm not trying to tell you how to do your job. I'm trying to work with you."

"Fine." Lucas shut his eyes and took a deep breath. Under his breath, he counted down from ten. Leor quietly waited for him to finish. When he had, Lucas said, "What do you suggest?"

"Kypha might be pushy, but near as I can tell, he's actually pretty nonviolent," Leor said. "Despite what he's done, he's not going to sexually assault you."

"By all rights, he already has," Lucas muttered.

"If you want to see it that way, sure, but humans and pokemon relate differently. I figured you'd understand that. Sure if I whipped my dick out and rubbed it against you that'd be one thing, but--"

"Dick?"

"I'm a trans woman."

"Ah, sorry."

"Don't worry, I take it as a compliment when people don't know what I am," Leor said. "Anyways, I had a talk with Kypha. I made sure he understood he couldn't treat you like that."

"And you think he'll just listen to you?"

"I think he cares enough about you to try and earn your trust."

"Why me, though?"

Leor shrugged. "I'll be honest with you, Lucas. Originally, we were going to try and set Kypha up with a breeder in Sinnoh, just transfer pokemon through the net, but he insisted we come to Johto. He didn't say, 'I need Dr. Willow.' Just, I won't do this unless I'm here. We assumed he wanted to be where the typhlosions were, so we contacted you, since your property isn't far from their habitat and you have such a good reputation."

Lucas's throat felt dry. He swallowed a knot there before he asked, "D-do you think he was looking for me?"

"Do you?"

"He... I think he might, but I don't understand why."

"There's a lot we don't understand about Kypha," Leor said. "Listen, I know there's a lot to unravel here, but the only way to do that is to spend time with him. Get to know Kypha, figure out what's going on, where he came from."

"You think he'll tell me?"

Leor shrugged. "Even I couldn't get him to share that. Maybe he will for you, and maybe if you can get him to trust you he'll let you breed him."

Lucas chewed on his cheek and contemplated the dining table. He drummed his fingers, shifted slightly in his seat, then asked, "What happens if he insists on being with a human?"

"Then I'll look into my equalist contacts and find him a human partner who's seeking."

Lucas scoffed. "Just like that?"

"Just like that."

"I'd still probably lose my license."

"We'll breed the eggs off property and send them to you. I doubt Kypha's offspring will be as picky as him."

"And you're okay with staying here that long? If it's just one potential egg layer, it could take upwards to three years to before we have a stable enough population to reincorporate into the wilds," Lucas said.

Leor shrugged. "The scenery isn't too bad, long as you can put up with me and Strypes."

Lucas shook his head. "I'm not sure about that one, yet."

Leor grinned. "Come on, we're not that bad."

"That remains to be seen."

***

RESEARCH LOG - Subject Kypha, Night One

Time: 20:16

At Ranger Leor's behest, I am going to spend the night observing Kypha. I have armed myself with a thermos of coffee, a few bottles of water, my camera, and this spiral notebook.

Kypha is an Alpha Hisuian Typhlosion, likely the last of his kind. He is approximately three meters tall and perhaps three hundred pounds. A powerful ghost/fire type. Relative to his size, he appears fit and healthy. His libido is consistent with other alpha pokemon, who are observed in the wild as having harems attend to their needs constantly. Kypha has no harem, and at first attempt is resistant to coupling with dittos. Instead, for whatever reason, he appears to show interest in human partners, but we will see if he changes his mind for females of his own species.

I will endeavor to update this log throughout the night.

Time: 20:47

After some searching, I found Kypha behind Hatchery Three. In the twilight, it appears his flame collar is perpetually lit. The flames are spectral, ghostly pink and purple colors that are quite entrancing. The light they give off is otherworldly, and is no brighter than the halfmoon. Fortunately, I'm wearing my headlamp to make sure I have light to write by.

I observed Kypha in some kind of communion. He crouched near the ground, and paws outstretched, palms cupped together as if he held something. I kept my distance, so could not tell if he actually held something. His collar then flashed, and a jet of narrow flame, delicate and lavender, breathed out between his lips. Almost as if Kypha was trying to whistle. The flame filled his palm, flashing red then erupting into white sparks that floated up into the air. My eyes could have been playing tricks on me, but I believe I saw a silhouette hover briefly in the air above him.

Once he finished his little ritual, Kypha lifted his muzzle up and sniffed the air. He turned and spotted me. We locked eyes, and there was something that simmered in his gaze, which carried the same glow of his collar. He nodded, as if to give me permission to watch him, then fell onto all fours and marched into the forest.

Time: 22:15

Kypha continues to do his ritual. Each time it is the same movement as the first. In the brief research of his species I did this afternoon, I learned it was believed the Hisuian Typhlosion cleansed with flame lost spirits to help them pass onto the next life.

This is the only thing I could think he is doing. Each time he completes his ritual he wanders in a new direction, seeing something only he can. I sense we are going in a slow orbit around my house while remaining in the forest. Anytime I lose sight of Kypha he waits for me to catch up. He seems very mindful to keep his distance, not approaching me, but also stopping should I fall too far behind.

Once, while he performed his ritual, I snuck behind a thicket of trees to relieve myself. When I finished, Kypha startled me as I noticed him not five paces away. I almost screamed when he snuck up on me. How could someone that big be so quiet?

Kypha tilted his head and almost made a chirping sound. I told him I was just relieving myself, and still planned to follow him. He simply grunted and continued his patrol of lost spirits.

I suspect, if I were to try to head back to the house, Kypha would begin to follow me and the two of us would swap roles.

Time: 01:32

Kypha seemed to finish his patrols. After one final ritual he turned and gave me a long, inscrutable look. One of his ears twitched, and he jerked his head for me to follow. He led us to a clearing in the woods, not far from there, a small stream at its edge. Kypha drank from it, the silky water dancing in a gentle, pinkish glow of his collar.

I sat at the edge of the clearing, and after taking a drink he approached me, settling not five paces away before he spread his legs and began to lick himself. This behavior for a pokemon isn't unheard of, and for an alpha I imagine he had to be quite pent up.

I'm out of coffee and not interested in making notes on how Kypha pleasures himself. I crept around a solid oak and rested against it. I'm going to put earplugs in and see if I can't sleep. I'm certain Kypha will wake me if he chooses to leave this spot.

***

Something between a long groan and howl stirred Lucas awake. He checked his phone and found it near four in the morning. He sighed and twisted around the trunk of the tree. Kypha seemed to wait on him. The alpha typhlosion had turned so he lay with his front exposed to Lucas, one hind leg lifted up, his long body curled around and Kypha's muzzle wrapped around the tip of his endowment. Lit only by his collar and retreating moonlight, that bestial cock had taken on a dark red hue. It glistened with Kypha's saliva and other moisture.

By now, Lucas had gotten somewhat used to Kypha's scent, but he choked suddenly on its stench, smoking cedar mixed with some spice that almost burned his sinuses. He blinked back tears as he took out his earplugs and asked, "How are you not done?"

Kypha released his member, and it slapped his belly in a wet fwap. Lucas could spot traces of milky splatters of typhlosion seed all around the beast, but given how each throbbing pulse of that meat caused another spurt precum--thicker than a normal man's orgasm--Lucas could not guess how many times Kypha had actually cum.

A needy bark made Lucas flinch.

He responded, "I offered you a ditto, the breeding mount, we could have tried pumps, all manner of things. You're the one who chose not to use any of this."

Kypha growled, but a twitch from his cock made the sound dissolve into a whimper in his throat. The typhlosion rolled onto his rump, legs splayed, massive balls resting on the soft grass, cock spurting across it. His eyes flashed, collar flared, and he reached inside Lucas to pluck that string. This time he pressed onto Lucas's body what Kypha experienced.

Lucas doubled over with a curse as a sudden, aching pain rolled across his testes. His only point of comparison for a human might be period cramps. It did not feel like getting kicked there, but radiated out in a steady, insistent throb while he broke out into a sweat. His clothes became too hot, his shorts too tight. He groaned against the dirt, weak and limp before, like some invisible hand had been pressing this onto him, the feelings receded. He panted, cheek pressed against an uncovered tree root, uncomfortable, but Lucas was too overwhelmed to move until Kypha barked again.

With a grimace, Lucas managed to get back on all fours. Kypha had moved onto his knees, leaning towards Lucas, muzzle wrinkled from pain but eyes softened. The typhlosion cooed, and Lucas shook his head. "Fine. I-I'll help you." Kypha's collar visibly brightened, so Lucas quickly sat up and raised his hands. "Only with these! I'm doing my job as a professional pokemon breeder to keep a male in good health. That's all this is."

Despite his rationalizations, Lucas already knew he would not be logging any of this in his journal.

Lucas stood and began to strip. He said as he unbuttoned his shirt, "Don't get any ideas. I just don't want you making as much of a mess of my clothes as you did your fur." He kicked off his shoes then pulled down his shorts, ignoring the obvious tent in his boxers. He chalked it up to latent feelings of briefly sharing in Kypha's immense arousal.

He stuffed his clothes in his backpack, getting an impatient snarl from Kypha for delaying the inevitable. His things stowed away, he tossed the bag deeper into the brush and faced Kypha in his boxers. He snapped the waistband with his thumb and said, "These stay on me, alright?"

Kypha gave a deep, furious nod, which made his cock flap in the air.

Lucas took one last deep breath, any attempt to steel himself soiled by Kypha's strong musk. He took a step into the clearing and asked, "Can you lie on your back?"

Kypha tilted his head a bit, but snorted and did as asked, spreading his legs as Lucas carefully approached. The human knelt between the typhlosion's massive thighs. Like his species, he had comparatively short legs for his body, but Kypha's alpha proportions made his thighs thick around as Lucas's torso, legs almost as long as the doctor's. Kypha's cock flopped across a long, soft belly, its weight pressing into fur and revealing the typhlosion had the healthy paunch of body fat all his kind should. The length of that prick probably reached past Lucas's forearm--rivaling the mudsdales' Lucas had worked with in the past--with a melon-sized knot. It's spade-shaped tip tapered off into a jabbing point most furred pokemon carried. He watched the glans shudder as that bestial urethra spat another wad of sticky precum.

Above it, Lucas noticed glowing eyes and found Kypha sat up on his elbows, staring. "Must you watch me do this?"

Kypha answered with a long, husky growl that Lucas normally heard when one pokemon mounted another. It made him shiver and he licked his lips, finding them suddenly dry. Fingers trembling, he reached out with both hands and touched Kypha's sheath. It was soft, firm yet fleshy feeling beneath the small coat of fur. His palms became drenched in an oily film of arousal and sweat. That moisture tingled on his palms, made Lucas wish for gloves.

He stared at the sheath, unable to look up when Kypha directed all his attention on the human. Lucas wrapped both hands around the sheath, gave a cursory squeeze. Kypha huffed and humped into the air, as if asking for more. Lucas's heart thumped thumped thumped so hard he heard it beating in his earlobes. He was panting, sucking in deep breaths, each one tainted with that musky stench of male pokemon. He drowned on it. Inescapable, as if it smothered the oxygen out of the air with male pheromones.

Just get him off. That's what Lucas needed to do. His thoughts still turned sluggish as he groped up, leaning over a little. Kypha's heat had him sweating more and more. Fire types did that. They told you when handling them during breeding that staying hydrated became more important. Two breeding pairs could turn a hatchery into an oven with their frantic coupling... would it burn? Lucas blinked, realizing he'd lifted Kypha's engorged member up off his belly. When had his fingers brushed up the flesh of this hot breeder? It almost scalded Lucas. That slick, sticky flesh pulsing in his hand.

He'd handled and masturbated hundreds of pokemon in his ten years in this profession. It was a simple fact of the job, but never once had he had quite this kind of reaction to a male. When he took another deep inhale through his nose, he felt his body radiate with heat. That musk flowing through his nostrils: smoky and sweet, so enticing. He cupped that fat cock, its living, pulsing weight a good heft in his hands. He bit his bottom lip as he admired the spade-shaped tip. Those glans, the urethra pressing out almost like the nipple of a bottle. Almost as if it had been shaped for Lucas to suckle and nurse on, let his creamy, hot precum blossom with its salty, milky sweetness into his mouth.

Kypha made an approving growl and Lucas blinked. He now leaned over Kypha's waist, the tent in his boxers pressing into Kypha's sheath, that fat prick lifted up to a forty-five degree angle; Lucas's lips hovered right over those glans, puckered, ready to kiss it, worship this breeder like it deserved.

A choking gasp fell out of him. He let go of Kypha's cock and it plapped back onto his belly. Lucas fell onto his rump, scooting backwards while the typhlosion snarled, snaking to his hind paws and towering over Lucas. The weight of his dick made it point straight ahead at the doctor. Kypha snarled something, cornering Lucas who had scurried backwards into a tree.

Another unsettling prick on his spirit with a frustrated, anguished, "What are you so afraid of?" The thick meat twitched, a spurt of precum splashing across Lucas's chest, slimy, thick, oozing down his skin. Potent enough to change a human like Leor into this illegible hybrid. Potent enough to rip Lucas's life out from under him.

Still, Kypha stepped closer, his collar now bright enough to cast the entire clearing in his rhodamine light. His dick right there, and despite the knowledge of all the consequences that came with coupling with a pokemon, Lucas's body still drew towards it like he had been hooked on a string. His dry lips felt as though only one fluid would do as a balm, and it terrified Lucas to know these desires were buried inside him.

"I-I'll just touch, just use my hands, okay?" Lucas said as he shifted onto his knees, unsure if he was telling Kypha or himself that. He surreptitiously positioned himself so this monstrous member would not spit right onto him, but the tree instead. He wrapped a hand around the glans, admiring how the veiny flesh flared out before thinning to that point. An arrowhead meant for piercing an entrance. The massive trunk of flesh carrying it obscene. It was silly to even fantasize taking something so beastly.

Lucas used both hands to wrap around Kypha's girth and started to tug. Up and down he worked across the shaft, finding a full foot of length to easily work with between those glans and that tumescent knot. Oily fluids washed his hands, a mixture of precum and what this prick stewed in when trapped in that sheath. Lucas found he started not to mind this so much. He closed his eyes and tried to bask in this heat, working the shaft in long strokes, hands gliding up and down. Kypha rumbled and placed a paw on Lucas's shoulder. The leathery, black pawpads were almost as warm as the cock in his hands, the paw stroked there, then along his nape. He half expected Kypha to shove his face down, but the typhlosion remained gentle, encouraging.

Lucas relaxed. Still lusting, but at ease, his body untensing as if it basked in the heat of a sauna. He even enjoyed the smell more. It came richly textured, starting sharp with heat, salt, and spice then mellowing into an aromatic, sweet, smokiness; before he thought of it as a stench but now he admired how potent Kypha was--this strong scent spread through the clearing, strong enough that it would probably seep into the pores of Lucas's skin and make him smell like the typhlosion's rut even after a thorough shower. The other pokemon in his care, Leor and her obstagoon, they would know what he'd done, know how Kypha had marked him in this way.

Arceus... when had this wet spot started to grow in his boxers? When did Lucas start leaking his own pent up precum and why couldn't he stop himself? Even as his shoulders started to burn from the strain of working this barrel of cock-flesh, he didn't want to stop. He opened his eyes and glanced up, found Kypha with his mouth hanging open, panting. A little grunt or rumble would come from him every now and then, lost in his own little daze.

Lucas couldn't keep up this pace, however, so he switched things up. Best he could, he wrapped one hand around the underside of Kypha's knot. He twisted his palm there and tugged with clinical expertise, stimulating the bundled, sensitive nerves at Kypha's base. His other hand went to the typhlosion's tip, fingers squeezing around the urethra, tweaking it a little and getting a snarl from the alpha. He stroked up and down Kypha's glans like he would jerk off his own cock. Kypha shuddered at the combined stimulation. His panting deepened, his back hunched, and his constant flow of precum ebbed, stilling like a calm before a storm.

Lucas marveled at all the tension he observed building inside Kypha, down to the typhlosion's blunted claws that dug into his back. Then Kypha bucked his hips, collar flaring with a pillar of bilious white and purple flames, his roar surely shaking the tree tops. Kypha's cock jumped out of Lucas's grip, an eruption of spunk jetting into the air and splashing across typhlosion and human alike. The potent, smokier scent of semen bloomed into the air, Lucas moaned as he took it in, its scent urging him to milk Kypha's member more. He grabbed it again with both hands, almost needing to wrestle with the log to get it under his powers, thumbs and fingers squeezing into the firm, pulsing flesh which he stroked furiously. Kypha barked and another hot gout of semen splattered into the tree trunk with a splunk. It dripped down, one rope leading into another, a flood of it rolling across the bark into the grass and soil, pooling between roots as Lucas did his best to stroke and stroke, panting, unable to look away, amazed.

When Kypha fell backwards, he almost yanked Lucas down with him. Kypha crashed into the grass with a pleased rumble, hips still twitching and humping upwards. Lucas stumbled into his thigh, face suddenly soaked in a sheen of the pokemon's perspiration, eyes level with those massive nuts, which still tensed and fell with each needy pulse. A slight, earthier musk came from there. Lucas just stared, afraid to move for fear he would bury his face in those nuts and lick and worship them.

Eventually, they stopped squeezing and pumping. The clearing hung heavy with the scent of Kypha's seed, some of it having fallen on Lucas, sliding down his sweaty skin, dripping along his abdomen, caught on the fabric of his ruined boxers. Panting, he groaned and sat up, his own loins aching for release. Much like how Kypha felt earlier, Lucas burned up with a latent lust, ignored in his work but now undeniable. Without thinking, he shimmied out of his boxers and grabbed his dick, rolling his foreskin down past his glans then back up. He jerked furiously, expecting to cum in a matter of seconds.

And the seconds dragged on and on, his still sore arms growing tired as he cursed between his teeth. Tug, pluck, his spirit pricked again by Kypha with a distinct image in his head. Lucas stopped, looking up, he found that Kypha had sat up, much more composed as he looked down at Lucas, fuschia eyes shining steady and expectantly.

Lucas huffed, and recognized something he hadn't before--hadn't noticed but should have. Kypha did something to him, whether in his sleep or when he woke, but he bonded them together in some inexplicable way. This roiling, pent up aching in Lucas could not be relieved by his hands anymore than Kypha could relieve his own. And the image of what Kypha offered.

The typhlosion reached down to his sheath, his now sated cock having retreated back inside. Kypha pinched it between finger and thumb, and slick lubricant beaded at the opening of that tube of warm, fuzzy flesh. If Lucas penetrated it, it couldn't possibly contaminate him in the same way as Kypha penetrating him would. Any trace would be meager at best, easy to flush from his system. No one would have to know.

Shivering despite all this heat, Lucas got onto his knees before Kypha. The pokemon churred and stretched his sheath open with both paws, inviting Lucas to sate his lust. That inviting sheath was easily bigger in every way that Lucas's modest human length, it was so simple to grind his lust against it.

"Oh fuck," Lucas whined as he wedged his cock inside Kypha's sheath. He felt his stiff length press against the now flaccid, spongy flesh of that bestial member, that wet heat sucking him in, the tube of flesh soon wrapping snuggly around his shaft. Lucas doubled over soon as he hilted himself in Kypha's sheath, falling flat against that broad, soft plain of fat and fur. It was slick and sticky with seed. It smeared more deeply into his skin even as his cock stewed in the sauna of sheath fluid. He groaned and squirmed, hips humping blindly, grinding his waist down into that soft fur, feeling that member rub his own.

"Arceus... Kypha... oh Kypha shit I'm... I'm..." and Lucas's words dissolved into a whimpering moan as he came. After everything leading up to this, after basking in the scent and sweat and seed of his alpha, after becoming drunk and drugged on those potent pheromones, after pressing every part of his skin flat against the welcoming fur of his mate, after hilting his cock inside that slick, tight pocket of flesh; Lucas sank and submitted to his orgasm. Pleasure rocked through his system: toes curled, balls drawn tight, arms hugging Kypha, a single sharp buck and Lucas felt himself emptying inside the typhlosion. Inside that bestial sheath which had no right feeling so good. He whined as his sensitive glans felt seed press up against him, each new spurt working a new slickness back up the base of his cock. He huffed and panted, blushing furiously against Kypha's cream fur while his hips squirmed and humped, squishing that sheath down between them.

And Kypha just issued a rumbling purr, stroking up and down Lucas's back as he found release.

Vaguely, distantly, Lucas knew he should be appalled he lost his virginity to a pokemon of all things. But the thought existed behind a locked door, beneath a sheet of ice, quiet, muffled, unable to pierce the warm, fuzzy satisfaction spreading to his fingertips and toes. His cock slinked down to a flaccid state, pinched and pushed out Kypha's sheath.

A distant chirping of birds told Lucas it would be dawn soon. He muttered, "We... we should get back to the house."

Kypha made a rumbling trill and wrapped Lucas in his arms. The doctor was limply manhandled, finding himself cradled in Kypha's arms. He found himself too tired to protest, too satisfied with being held. All he did, as Kypha started to leave, was quietly call out, "My bag."

Kypha fetched it, and Lucas squeezed it to his chest. His ruined boxers remained out in the woods.

Slowly, his sane self returned. By the time they made it to the house, he had the good graces to be embarrassed about his predicament, and grateful Leor was nowhere to be found. Kypha set Lucas down at the front door, and he had to dig through his bag to find his keys, keen to the fact Kypha watched him. Those eyes held a patient warmth now, at least until Lucas opened the door, tossed his bag inside, turned and said:

"You can sleep in your storage container--"

A whining protest cut Lucas off. Kypha placed a massive paw on top of the door and nosed him in the chest. Lucas almost lost his balance as the typhlosion growled again, plaintive this time.

"What?" Lucas asked. "You can't just sleep with me."

Kypha snarled and forced his way inside. Lucas stumbled backwards into the house with him, almost tripping over his backpack.

"Okay, okay! But what we did out there? It can't happen inside. Keep this," and Lucas squeezed Kypha's sheath, "Wrapped up, you hear me? I... I could get in serious trouble if anyone ever found out what happened between us."

Kypha snorted and turned around in the vestibule, knocking plaques off their hooks in the small space. Lucas scrambled to catch them, cursing as the typhlosion shut the door. "This is why I don't want you in here," Lucas complained as he set the displaced plaques aside. He sighed and headed to his bed, hearing his floorboards strain under Kypha's weight as the typhlosion followed.

They entered his bedroom, and Kypha shouldered past him, clambering onto the bed and curling around almost into a question mark so he could fit his entire body on the bed. It left a small corner for Lucas to ball up in if he wanted, but he refused to not take up his share of space. Soon as he climbed on the mattress, though, something cracked and the wooden frame came crashing down. Kypha yelped, both of them startled a moment before the mattress went still on top of the crushed bed.

Kypha growled at Lucas.

"Me? You're the one that's way too big for this bed."

Kypha made an annoyed huff and settled down on his front.

"Whatever, I'll deal with it tomorrow," Lucas grumbled, too exhausted to be mad at this point. He plopped down against Kypha's side, using that plush fur as a pillow. Kypha rumbled and shifted, twisting his torso so Lucas lay against Kypha's chest, one of the typhlosion's arms wrapping around Lucas and hugging him close.

Lucas chalked it up to fatigue that he dozed off so quickly, but he couldn't deny how comforting and warm it was to fall asleep in Kypha's arms.