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"Detect!"

The Weavile leaps with an enraged screech; its claws glow white as it slashes down. They cut nothing but air as its target dodges in a blur of white fur and swirling snow. The grey furred bipedal weasel is extremely fast, yet the wild pokemon cannot land a single attack on the Absol, who glares at it with baleful red eyes. It continues. The Weavile attacking and failing to hit an enemy that foresees its every move.

A man in an orange coat and ranger's cap watches on as his partner wears down the lone Weavile. He is concerned, not for the safety of his partner, but for the sake of the Weavile. He might have thought that it appearing alone was at trap, that its packmates were waiting to spring an ambush on them. But if there is one pokemon dark-type trickery doesn't work on, its Absol. Pythia told him it is alone, and he has absolute faith in her.

But that is the problem. Weavile is a pack oriented pokemon. A lone Weavile is going to be desperate and Weaviles are vicious bastards at the best of times. It should have known better than to wander close to the route between Snowpoint and Mt. Coronet. The Ranger thinks to himself. It is probably starving.

"Pythia, we're going to need to take Weavile down."

The Absol acknowledges with a sharp affirmative cry. "Sol!"

"Play Rough!"

The pink light of fairy-type energy emanates from her paws as Pythia charges the exhausted Weavile. It tries to dodge but the Absol correctly predicts the direction it dives and swipes the weasel pokemon with her claws. Weaviles are anything but durable, and the super effective move sends it crashing to the snow in a heap.

A red and white ball flies out. With a snap, it opens. Weavile is consumed in a flash of light, disappearing into the pokeball. It snaps closed with a click.

Pythia looks back at her partner. "Ab absol."

"I know. I don't like Weavile either. But it was catch it or kill it." A look of distaste flashes across the Absol's blue furred short muzzle. "And neither of us like the idea of killing. Even if we chased it away from the route it would return. We aren't the only ones who dislike Weaviles. Other wild pokemon will gang up on and kill a lone Weavile. It is smart enough to know, its only chance was to stick close to the routes we keep clear of dangerous pokemon."

The ranger looks at the pokeball in his hand and scans it with his pokedex. "Huh, he's male. I should have told you to use Attract. He'd have had even less chance to hit you then."

Pythia snorts derisively.

"What? This guy not your type?" The ranger asks, waving the pokeball.

"Ab!" Pythia barks out, offended at the very idea.

The ranger addresses the pokeball in his hand. "This is really not your day, is it bud? Soundly rejected by a gorgeous female, and you happen to be just the sort of dangerous pokemon we keep from the routes. Doubly so, with the new league season starting."

He sighs as he attaches the ball to his belt. "Come on, lets check back in at the station. Then we can drop off our new friend at the pokemon center in Snowpoint." His orange boots crunch through the snow as he walks towards the path. Pythia follows behind, thankful her dark fur hides the blush heating her cheeks.

"Michael! You're back early?" The receptionist behind the front desk of the Route 217 ranger asks as a blond ranger enters, wiping the snow from his boots at the door. Her gaze fixes on the Absol who enters at his side. "Is something wrong?" She asks warily.

"Oh, hey Sarah." Michael says with a wave, then noticing her stare continues. "And no, nothing like that at least. We just ran into a rogue Weavile near the route and were forced to catch him. I'll need to head to town to check him in at the pokemon center." He dropped a hand and rubbed Pythia's head, the Absol leaning into the touch. "My lovely girl really did a number on the poor guy, not that he was in good condition to begin with."

Sarah sighs in relief. She cannot help but become anxious when anything unexpected happens with that Absol around. "Good. I'll let the boss know when he gets back. We got a report of a Mamoswine herd on 216 and he went to help persuade them to move on. But he'll want you to write up a report on the Weavile ASAP."

"Right." Michael sighed. "I'll stay in Snowpoint tonight. I'll use a terminal at the pokemon center, tell Peterson I'll have it when I'm back."

"Oh, and what are you planning to do with Weavile? Are you keeping it?"

The ranger shakes his head. "No. Weavile isn't exactly my favorite pokemon. And more importantly I already have the only partner I need." Beside him Pythia beams.

"Well, I guess I'll add relocating a rogue Weavile to the queue. The boss will be thrilled." Sarah said sarcastically.

Michael turned to leave but Sarah called after him. "Ah, Michael?"

The ranger turned to face her. "Yes?"

"I was wondering, when you get back, maybe we could get a cup of coffee together?" Sarah looked back at him, clearly nervous but trying to hide it.

Pythia silently glowered at the young woman while her partner stammered a reply. "Oh, uh... I mean... We're really busy. Maybe some other time? Sorry." The normally unflappable ranger turned and briskly walked away, leaving a hurt looking Sarah.

She was startled by a threatening growl. She jumped as she noticed Michael's Absol hadn't immediately followed her partner. Ruby eyes promised death and the lips of her short muzzle were drawn back exposing white fangs. Sarah stumbled back, shaken.

Satisfied her threat was received, Pythia dismissed the other female from her mind and jogged to catch up to her partner.

Pythia and Michael walk in silence for a time. Snow crunches under the ranger's boots while the Absol pads through the snow without a sound. Finally, Michael shakes his head and sighs.

"I really screwed that up with Sarah, didn't I?"

"Sol."

"Yeah, I shouldn't have made excuses and just politely declined. And I practically ran away!"

Pythia curtly nods. "Sol."

"And was I even right to turn her down? I mean, I've never thought of her as anything but a colleague, and she took me by surprise, but going out for coffee couldn't hurt, right?"

Growling low in her throat Pythia picks up her pace and walks ahead of her partner.

"What?" Michael jogs to keep up. "Do you not like Sarah? I guess she does get a little anxious around you, but she's not that bad. I'm sure if we did hit it off she'd warm up to you."

Michael stumbles to avoid running into Pythia who comes to a sudden halt. She turns to face him, glaring up at him with hurt frustrated eyes.

"Absol!"

She turns away and continues walking.

Stunned for a moment, Michael hurries to catch up. "Pythia, I didn't understand that one."

The Absol just huffs and keeps walking, not looking back at her partner.

"Look, I'm sorry I've upset you. It was just a hypothetical anyway. I'm not interested in Sarah, and having a coffee with her wasn't really going to change that."

Pythia slows her pace, letting Michael walk beside her, but she doesn't respond.

The ranger sighs. Well, at least she is less mad at me now. She's been so temperamental lately. Maybe I'll have Nurse Joy take a look at her when we drop off Weavile.

The setting sun paints the snow a brilliant red-gold, as the pair enter Snowpoint. They make their way to the pokemon center. During the trip, Pythia's frustration eased and she walks close by Michael's side. The automatic doors slide open and the pair approach the Nurse Joy manning the front desk.

The pink haired woman smiles at them warmly. Unlike most people, there isn't a trace of wariness as she greets the Absol and Ranger duo.

"Welcome! Good evening Pythia, Ranger Michael, how can I help you two?" Even after a long day of work, the woman's tone is cheerful and sincere.

"Hello, Nurse Joy. I have a wild Weavile that needs treatment." He removes Weavile's ball from his belt, handing it over to the Nurse. "He was a rogue that was too close to the route for safety. He seemed malnourished and Pythia had to be pretty rough with him for me to make the capture."

"We'll take good care of him, but if he's malnourished as you say, we'll want to hold him for a few days so he recovers his strength. I'll let you know how long after we've gotten a look at him."

"Thank you, Nurse Joy. And might you have a quick look at Pythia for me? Her behavior has been a bit off lately."

"Ab absol, sol absol." Pythia blurts out in a panicked rush.

"You say you're fine, and that there is nothing wrong. But your mood has been all over the place the last couple days and there is no harm in a brief checkup."

Pythia is about to argue further when Nurse Joy interjects as she comes out from behind the desk. "Pardon, but I think I might no what the issue is." She crouches down in front of Pythia to be on her level. "Sweetie, are you in heat?"

The mortified look on the Absol's face is all the answer Nurse Joy needs. Pythia looks up to see her partner's reaction. He is covering his eyes and cursing softly to himself.

"I'm sorry, Nurse Joy. I am an idiot. I should have recognized what was going on. My only excuse is overwork getting ready for the new League season." Michael's voice is filled with self recrimination.

Nurse Joy keeps her attention on Pythia. "You should have realized, yes. But miss Pythia also should have told you. Going into heat is nothing to be embarrassed about honey."

"Ab absol." Pythia responds with slight exasperation.

Nurse Joy looks to the ranger for a translation. "She means, that isn't why she's embarrassed. And that makes sense, this is hardly her first heat. When I said 'I should have realized' I meant it."

"Maybe she wants to go to a daycare and feels embarrassed to ask?" Nurse Joy suggests. "There is a wonderful daycare in Sno..."

"Ab!" Pythia loudly interjects.

"Well that needs no translation." Nurse Joy sighs. "Well, the problem isn't medical. I'll leave you two to sort out what is bothering miss Pythia. I need to see to Weavile." She rises. "Would you like to use one of the rooms reserved for pokemon rangers for tonight?"

"Yes. Thank you, Nurse Joy. And I'll need to use a terminal, I need to write up a report about Weavile tonight."

"Our facilities are at your disposal Ranger Michael."

Pythia lies on the single bed in the small room restless. Michael went to take a shower after finishing his report on Weavile. He told her to get some rest but she can't. She lifts her head as the door opens and her partner walks in. His short blond hair is still wet and he wears a blue bath robe. He sees she is still awake, so he grabs a brush from her grooming kit and sits next to her on the narrow bed.

They don't say anything to eachother. Pythia closes her eyes and lets her worries fade as her partner grooms her. The feel of the bristles pulling through her fur is soothing and Michael always tells her how soft and beautiful her fur is after brushing.

"Feeling better?" Michael asks as he works the brush over her flank.

"Sol." Pythia agrees.

"Ready to talk about it?"

Pythia sighs but nods.

Michael sets the brush aside and pets her with a hand as he sits by her. "I'm sorry I've been so oblivious." Pythia looks up at him, not having expected an apology. "I've been thinking. Something I should have done more of earlier." He adds ruefully. "I've thought about why I wasn't interested in Sarah, or why I've not looked for any other sexual partners."

Pythia tenses, not certain she wants to hear the conclusion her partner reached, but she forces herself to meet his eyes as he continues. "I realized that I am content. I don't need to look for a partner because I already have one. I don't need or want anyone else in my life, human or pokemon."

Pythia swallows, her mouth had gone dry. Hope begins to fill her breast but the dread of that hope being dashed grows along side it. "I also thought about why you really were upset with me and why you hid your heat from me." He pauses to collect himself. "I have an awkward question to ask you, so I will just ask it bluntly. But before you answer, just know, I love you with all my heart and nothing you say can change that."

Anxiety wars with joy in Pythia's heart. Her partner loves her but she, despite his reassurance, dreads his next question. "Pythia, are you attracted to me?"

Steeling herself, Pythia nods. "Sol."

Michael tenderly strokes her blue furred cheek as he looks warmly into her ruby eyes. "I never doubted that I loved you. I never doubted that you are the most beautiful and gorgeous creature alive. But was I attracted to you?" He smiles as he leans down close to her face. "So I imagined kissing you."

Slowly Michael brings his lips to Pythia's short muzzle. He means for it to be a tender gentle kiss, but when their lips meet, Pythia pulls him to her with a paw and returns his kiss hungrily. Michael is stunned but does his best to reciprocate.

Absols don't kiss. But Pythia has seen human's kissing and has fantasized about kissing her partner. She explores his mouth with her rough tongue. Despite her excitement she remembers to not lick the inside of his mouth too forcefully. In some of her more depressed moods her fantasies turned dark and she accidentally hurts her partner. She is determined not to allow those nightmares to become real.

Pythia feels her partner tap her shoulder and allows him to break the kiss. He is panting and flushed. She can smell his arousal strongly and it fills her with joy to elicit that reaction from him.

Michael catches his breath. "I guess I don't need to worry about taking things to quickly?"

"Ab." Pythia answers with a huff.

"How do you want to do this." He asks, looking her up and down and she lies on the bed.

She responds by rolling onto her back and spreading her hind legs. A grin spreads across her muzzle as she notes his gaze is fixed on her glistening blue spade. Michael feels his mouth go dry at the captivating sight of her swollen need.

She breaks his attention. "Sol ab absol?"

Shaking his head he grins back at her. "Yes, I do like what I see. I told you, 'you are the most beautiful being in all of Arceus' creation.'" He drops his robe and moves to the foot of the bed. It is Pythia's turn to be captivated as she stares at her partner's erection. She can see light glinting wetly off the engorged tip. Her partner sits at the foot of the bed and rubs her belly, his fingers lightly brushing over her nipples.

"Hey." Michael says softly, getting her attention. "Why did you choose this position anyway?"

Pythia licks her chops. "Absol sol."

"So we can kiss?" Michael smiles at that. "I didn't expect you to like kissing that much."

"Ab sol ab."

"You like kissing because I like kissing."

"Sol!" She confirms, a pleased look on her muzzle.

Michael's hand wanders lower and lower and Pythia feels a growing anticipation. She lets out a frustrated whine as his fingers trace around the edges of her needy blue vulva. Involuntarily, her muscles flex pulling her vulva down and more inline with her vagina.

Satisfied with his teasing, and not having much patience himself, Michael rubs his hand over her sex, marveling at its heat. Pythia arches her back and lets out a low guttural moan. Taking his index finger, Michael watches in fascination as he pushes into her moist depths. Despite the walls contracting tightly around his digit, she's so wet, from her own juices, that he feels little resistance as his finger is engulfed.

Michael's index finger is joined by his middle and he starts to slowly thrust in and out of her, twisting them as he does. He places his free hand on her belly to lightly hold her in place as she writhes in pleasure. Her moans become louder and come faster as she breathes more heavily. Strong rhythmic contractions grip Michael's fingers and he no longer has the strength to twist inside of her. He speeds up his thrusting to compensate and she bucks her hips against his hand. Pythia's moans turn to a building growl. She begins to thrash on top of the bed and her walls clamp painfully around Michael's fingers. He struggles to hold her still as she rides the waves of her orgasm.

As she calms, panting loudly, Michael withdraws his fingers. Pythia looks back at him with half lidded eyes as she revels in the afterglow of the first orgasm from her partner. The knowledge that this pleasure came from him makes it so much sweeter than any of her past experiences.

The bed creaks as Michael moves between Pythia's hind paws. He takes hold of her legs and positions them on either side of his hips as he shifts forward until his shaft rests on top of her vulva. Pythia watches as her partner readies himself to truly consummate their union. At the realization that this long held dream is finally going to be fulfilled, her need swells. Her spade twitches underneath her partners member in anticipation.

From his vantage point between her legs, Michael looks down on the pokemon laying out before him. Her dark blue muzzle is slightly parted as she pants in anticipation. Her red eyes regard him with a need that is more than physical. The lush white fur covering her chest rises and falls with her panting breaths. Rows of dark blue nipples are just visible beneath the slightly thinner fur covering her belly. The triangular folds of her heat swollen spade glisten brightly beneath his erect shaft.

Pythia's panting stills as she watches her partner take his cock in his hand, and guides it into her folds. She feels herself stretch around him, his shaft girthier than his fingers had been. She involuntarily contracts around him as he sinks his full length into her. The pleasure she feels is only partially from the sensation; her heart swells with a sense of fulfillment and completion at their union. He lies down on top of her, and she places her paws on his back, pressing him to her. He grips her shoulders as he leans in to press his lips to hers.

Michael revels in the sensation of her hot walls squeezing the length of his shaft as he gets the slow tender kiss his partner first denied him with her exuberance. Slowly he pulls his shaft from her, feeling the cool air on his wet member replace his partner's warmth. And slowly he slides back inside her, feeling her walls give way before him. He moans into her mouth at the exquisite feeling of heat and pressure wrapped around him. She growls back at him and kisses him more passionately and holding him tighter. His next thrust is faster, and steadily a rhythm builds.

Michael breaks the kiss in order to breathe as his pace quickens. Pythia closes her eyes to concentrate on the feelings building inside her. Soft whispered cries of, "...sol sol sol sol...", accompany each thrust. Pythia's second orgasm builds much more slowly than the first, but as it does her contractions grow stronger and faster. Michael's thrusts become shorter and faster as well, unconsciously synchronizing himself with her contractions. Once more a growl rises from Pythia's throat and Michael resumes their kiss. There is no tenderness this time, just lust and raw primal need. Michael's thrusts grow frantic and his partner bucks her hips wildly. Pythia's walls clamp around Michael's member like a hot wet vice. Her growl turns to a snarling roar. Michael is held in place by the powerful contraction and by Pythia's paws squeezing him to her. The heat, pressure, and vibration of Pythia's roar send Michael over the edge and ropes of hot cum pump into his lover. Pythia barely has the self control to moderate her strength as her second orgasm crashes upon her and she holds Michael tight.

Slowly, the intertwined pair come down from their shared bliss. Pythia rolls them both to the side. Michael's softening member slips from Pythia's folds. Michael rubs his hands through his partner's soft fur as he watches her watch him. He feels the swelling of her breast against his own as her breathing steadies. She gives a long contented sigh, then leans to kiss him lightly.

"Absol." She says tenderly.

"I love you too."