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Nia scowled at the Zangoose. “Don't even think about it, mister!"

The wild pokemon, which had been tensing up as if to bolt (but where? she wondered. They were along the bank of a fierce river, surrounded by brush), sunk back sullenly. Nia clucked her tongue in triumph and continued spraying the wound.

“The antiseptic hurts, I know," she scolded, “but it's your own fault for getting into fights. How many times do I have to tell you to leave those Seviper alone?"

“…Zang," the Normal-type muttered. Nia shook her head and switched to bandaging the scrape.

As one of Hoenn's foremost Pokemon Rangers, her job was to monitor wild pokemon—and, on occasion, patch them up, if need be. The ongoing feud between the Zangoose and Seviper in the region had been her prime concern for over a year, and while she wasn't supposed to take sides, deep down she liked the Zangoose better. Her superiors would be aghast that she had broken protocol and actually named some of the specimens she was more familiar with, including this one.

She stood back and admired her job. “Alright, Huxley, give it a try." At her suggestion, Huxley stood and took a few tentative steps forward. The leg with the scrape had a small limp, but overall he'd be fine if he kept it clean. She was glad; Huxley was young and scrappy, and friendlier with her than the other Zangoose. Better groomed, too. She'd never seen a more handsome wild pokemon.

Noticing him wince as he stepped, she smiled at him. “Good job!" Nia said, and bent over to peck a small kiss on his snout. The Zangoose puffed up with pride, and she fought a giggle. Some trainers thought pokemon little more than animals, but she knew better—there were vibrant personalities inside, and you had to know how to handle them. Huxley, for instance, was a sucker for positive reinforcement.

“Alright," she said, standing and shouldering her pack, “let's get you somewhere safe!"

But Huxley's eyes were affixed over her shoulder, narrowing in apprehension. “Zan-zang," he hissed.

Nia turned, pulling her Ranger's cap tight over her hair, to see a dark shadow slinking through the grass. A Seviper.

She put her hands on her hips, determined to give the snake a good telling-off. “I'll be having none of this, now! I'm sick of having to patch all of you up—"

But if the Seviper was listening, it didn't show. It coiled in a classic pre-attack posture and Nia had a second to panic before it lunged.

Moments before it struck, Huxley rolled into her with a cry, and both ranger and Zangoose tumbled down into the rushing waters below. The river swept her away and Nia fought to stay above water, calling for Huxley—and then the water slammed her into a submerged sandbar, and both breath and consciousness flew from her.

She woke, wet and shivering, in the dark.

Despite having trained her life for extreme situations, the cold hit her so hard she almost blacked out again. She huddled up against herself, teeth chattering in a vain attempt at warmth. She was in some sort of dark, earthy tunnel—roots snaked overhead. A burrow, she realized.

A figure shuffled towards her in the darkness, revealing itself as a familiar, white-furred figure. “Huxley," Nia said, her voice tremulous with cold.

The Zangoose, face fraught with worry, nuzzled against her. “Zan-goose," he murmured, stretching the sound out. This was his den, she realized, and then marveled—wild pokemon never ever allowed humans to invade the privacy of their dens. He reached a claw towards her, and the normally wicked implements were smooth and gentle, tracing her shoulder before he swept his warm, water-resistant fur against her skin—

Her skin.

Nia blinked, processing for the first time that she was completely naked. A dark lump deeper in the den seemed to be her sodden clothes—Huxley had ripped them off in an attempt to prevent hypothermia. There was no sign of her pack, and no way to make a fire—and the darkness and crashing sounds from outside indicated it was nighttime, a thunderstorm, or both. Leaving the den in this state would be a fool's errand.

Nia could imagine how she looked to Huxley. Her tanned skin, her athletic and toned physique, her long auburn hair, normally in a ponytail, now splayed loose about her head; she would be an entirely different picture from the uniformed Ranger the Zangoose was used to.

Huxley continued rubbing his paws over her legs, sides and back in a desperate attempt to warm her, jabbering away with concern. Her shivering abated slightly, but didn't cease altogether. Nia was trying to force out a mix of apology and gratitude when Huxley took matters into his own claws.

He laid down, curled against her, and began spooning her.

Nia's breath caught—for a multitude of reasons. For one thing, his fur—already dry and warm despite his dip in the river—was fluffy, soft, and entirely inviting. It caressed her skin like warm down and she couldn't help but coo at the sensation brushing over her skin like plush feathers. But for another thing, she was spooning with a pokemon. A wild pokemon. Sure, it was Huxley, but if anyone ever found out…

She banished the thoughts from her head. What was she going to do, shiver the night away? She decided to just let it happen and not let things get any more risqué than they already were.

That proved… problematic.

The spooning lasted for a little under an hour, and was lush, warm, and sublime. But there were things that kept distracting her. Like Huxley's breath, low and hot, brushing the back of her neck as regularly as a drumbeat. Like the way his arms and claws, so powerful, glided with such gentleness over her skin to rub heat into her, eliciting little goosebumps. Like the insistent and very noticeable hardness that was pressed against her tailbone…

Huxley made no move, of course, and Nia believed that he really was trying to warm her up. But heat filled her as she found herself fantasizing, almost hoping that he would. It was taboo, but Rangers, who spent days if not weeks in the brush and who saw wild pokemon at their most vulnerable (and whom pokemon saw vulnerable in return) had a whispered reputation for clandestine liaisons out in the wilderness. Would today be the day that Nia lived the stereotype? Nobody who saw the vibrancy of pokemon in the wild—their complex clans and tribes, their independent and realized personalities—could ever dismiss them as dumb beasts. And if she were ever to take the plunge, it would be with Huxley, whom she had patched up time and again and who had offered the sanctity of his den to her.

Firm yet gentle paws grabbed her shoulders and turned her onto her other side, so that she could face the Zangoose. “Of course," Nia muttered, almost drunk from wandering mentally through tantalizing possibility, “you need to warm up my front as well…"

Her eyes swept over the encouragingly warm fur on Huxley's front and settled on the entirely noticeable pink rod sprouting from his groin. Nia had seen pokemon cocks, of course (the wilds had no inherited nudity taboo the way trained pokemon did) but never one fully attentive and erect before. It was thick and abruptly tapered at the end, and invitingly girthy; despite the Zangoose's diminished stature compared to humans, his equipment easily rivaled that of any man she'd been with.

Breath catching, she gazed at it for longer than she'd meant. Finally breaking free, her gaze met Huxley's, who had noticed where she was looking. The Zangoose wore a mix of embarrassment and apprehension. It seemed he was also… considering.

Nia swallowed and pressed herself against Huxley, carefully angling her body so that the Zangoose's manhood didn't push into anywhere. “Let's just… f-focus on warming up for now," she said, sinking her face into the fur of his neck. Though the rod hadn't pierced anywhere, it was tight between her thighs and right underneath her slit, and every time she or Huxley moved, the erect package rubbed against her lips, sending electric arcs of pleasure through her and causing her to moan into Huxley's fur. Buried as she was into him, his scent—heavy and musky—was overpowering, flooding her mind with tantalizing what-ifs.

Holding him tight, Nia began exploring his body with her hands, feeling the skin beneath the fur. She traced tiny ropy scars and felt the lean sinew of his body—testaments to the wild life he'd lived. As a Ranger, Nia lived wilder than most humans, but she hadn't had the hard experiences Huxley's body attested to.

As her hand slowly glided down his side, Huxley broke into a low purr, so deep that she more felt it than heard it. She moved her hand up his side and the purr continued, thrumming appreciatively as she caressed his lower back, his shoulders, the side of his neck.

A paw rested gently on the top of her hand. Her breath shallow with anticipation (and, she had to admit, arousal) Nia allowed it to guide her through his fur down past his arms, his torso, down to his loins…

He led her to the pulsing rod beneath her slit. Nia held there for a moment, trying to consider the consequences… but then she took the plunge and grabbed the cock firmly with her hand.

She pumped it, and Huxley barked with pleasure. Seeing him so excited sent pins-and-needles through her, and she pumped it again.

“Zaaaaaaaang…" Huxley trilled. Breathing in more and more of his musk, Nia began pumping it over and over, relishing in the way he shuddered with delight.

Pulling her head back from his neck, she smirked at him. “You're a lucky boy," she breathed, “I can't remember the—"

Her words cut off as the Zangoose suddenly surged into her with a cry, his mouth meeting hers. Nia had a moment to gasp in surprise before his tongue pushed into her mouth.

The contact of her tongue against his sent a thrill through her like fire, and she melted against him with a long and appreciative moan. Huxley placed one paw behind her head, keeping her pressed against him with gentle pressure, while the other coursed over her skin. When he found her breast, he began cupping and caressing it, making her squirm.

His tongue was rough; not quite as barbed as a true feline's, like a Meowth or Skitty's, but still coarse. The unexpected texture made Nia shiver when he rubbed it against her own tongue and the surface of her mouth, every sandpaper-like drag making her shudder with the enjoyment that came from small discomfort. The more they wrestled with their mouths, the faster she continued pleasuring him with her hand. The regular movement from her hand and his cock kept brushing against her folds, and Nia felt herself winking open, blossoming with readiness as her pussy leaked juices down onto them.

Finally, after a few minutes of passionate frenching, Nia pulled her head back. Huxley let his paw fall, giving her room to pull away. A tiny trail of spittle joined their mouths, trailing from one tongue to the other; both were panting with heat and arousal.

Nia looked down to see her own spreading flower and his erect, pink cock. A tiny bead of pre nestled on the end of it, and the whole mess was drenched in her fluids.

“Huxley, I…" Nia swallowed, almost unable to believe she was going to go this far, but unable to tame the monstrous passion within her. “I need it, Huxley, please, don't hold back, I need it so bad!"

With a bark of triumph, Huxley maneuvered her onto her back as he straddled her missionary-style. She had a moment to see, wide-eyed, the Zangoose's cock angling into position, readying itself with her entrance and then—

Nia arched her back as Huxley pushed into her, a sharp, passionate moan emanating from her. Her own juices helped lubricate; he sunk into her folds, though only partway.

Huxley held there for a moment, growling, before pulling out gradually, his penis sliding out until only the tip remained. Then he thrust in again, hard and sharp, and landed deeper.

Nia cooed as a riot of pleasure exploded through her, ecstasy playing through her system. Huxley's thrusts continued the pattern: plunge in, hold it, slide out, go even deeper. Nia's voice echoed lewdly throughout the burrow as she vocalized in time to Huxley's rhythm: “Ahg—unngh—ahhn!" Her vision haloed each time Huxley thrust deeper, her tunnel clenching greedily around the Zangoose's rod. With one hand she reached up to caress the side of his face, to which he growled appreciatively. The other drifted down and began toying with her clit.

It was almost too much to bear. She gasped for air, her chest heaving. Her heart hammered away in her chest, moving to an even faster beat than Huxley's thrusts, for the Zangoose was quickening his rhythm now. Every plunge took him deeper inside, filling her in a way she never knew she needed, and her core responded the newcomer by happily milking and squeezing him. The girth was almost too much, and the stimulation she got from playing with her button was just the perfect cap.

They continued like this for some time, Huxley gradually picking up the pace until he was hammering into her with impressive regularity. Nia had given up vocalizing, as there was too much stimulation to keep up with; she merely cooed in perpetual bliss, gyrating her hips to swirl it inside her during those moments when Huxley briefly let up, letting his rod tickle secret pleasure zones within her.

Finally, panting faster than ever, Huxley pulled his cock back, sliding it until it was almost out. Blinking at the sudden emptiness, Nia had enough time to half-rise from the burrow floor. She caught sight of her torso, slick with sweat and fluids, heaving as she gasped for breath, and beyond it the Zangoose's erect manhood, half out of her and shiny with juices. Then, with a triumphant cry, Huxley slammed his hips forward, hilting for the first time—and all in one singular, violent motion.

Nia half cried, half gurgled at the sensation, suddenly spread further than she ever could have been. The sensation of being stuffed so suddenly was too much; the orgasm which had been building for some time finally broke. Her voice filled the burrow in one unbroken song of pleasure as bliss crashed through her, her whole body trembling.

At the same time, she felt the hugeness within her growing. The base of Huxley's cock swelled up as he knotted her, and the Normal-type barked a triumphant “Zan-Zangooooose!" as his cum flooded into Nia, his penis pulsing as it gushed into her depths.

Knowing, as Rangers did, that there was no undoing a pokemon knot for some time after it had swollen up, Nia didn't fight to get him to leave her. She laid back, still panting, as orgasmic heaven played through her body. Huxley, purring once more, nuzzled close to her, his fur messy in parts but no less comforting. The two of them grinded their pelvises together, shuddering at the aftershocks of ecstasy it sent through them. There was no need for Nia to use her hands now—his fur, right up against her body, was enough to tickle her clit.

The night passed in a haze of lust. Nia recalled the two of them engaging in debauchery she almost couldn't have imagined: licking, grinding, panting, kissing, fucking. Every passionate act was followed by a period of rest and then a new voyage into the land of bliss she now charted with Huxley. By the end, she was sorer than she had been in her entire life—and she wouldn't have it any other way.

But morning came at last, and with it the darkness gave way to light that reminded Nia of her responsibilities. With Huxley tuckered out from their most recent go, she quietly cleaned herself as best she good and began throwing on her half-dry clothing.

When the Zangoose woke, he cried with dismay, but Nia had to shake her head at him. “I'm sorry, Huxley, but I can't anymore," she said. “I have to get back or they'll send out search parties. Someone needs to tell the Ranger authorities that a Seviper attacked a human unprovoked, too."

Huxley began to pout, but Nia held up one finger and continued. “But then… you know, Huxley, I'm pretty sure I can come back. This is my area, after all. And maybe we can pick up where we left off."

As he barked out approval, Nia smiled and then leaned in for a kiss. This was no chaste kiss on the nose like she'd given yesterday—it was deep, passionate, alluring. She broke it slowly, relishing his taste. “So be good, okay?" she teased, and then headed out.

She'd be back. After all, taking care of pokemon was a Ranger's duty.