3. Getting "supervised"
Imported from SF2 with no description.
Sorry for the delay, been busy and will likely have something else posted soonish. Was still writing in the meantime, but hadn't stuck to anything. Wasn't entirely sure about this one's quality for a bit too so i was taking longer to post this than usual.
Days had been rather typical for Cyrus, past the whole ocean and primarina incident. He was glad at the very least, a ranger would rather have nothing to do, that meant things were going alright. He certainly didn't want to be put in a situation like the primarina thing again, without her, he would've likely drifted to open ocean. He definitely had nightmares a bit about it, the concept of being lost at sea was rather scary. He had a rather rational fear of the deep ocean after that.
Besides the uneventful days, of course he had his occasional nightly playtime with Lillie, the arcanine on the farm. Either her or any other lady pokémon who was interested, he was available, and not picky. However, he knew for the next couple day he would not be available. Not because he was particularly busy but because he'd be under surveillance. He didn't do anything to merit being watched, just some higher up monitoring his area.
Every ranger base has the occasional checkup from the official ranger headquarters, each higher up dedicated to the upkeep of one particular base. A ranger comes down to different bases to monitor their ongoing work, see how they upkeep the base, and check on behavior of the rangers stationed there. Being a ranger was a prestigious thing so there was a reputation to uphold, he definitely worried about that sometimes. Knowing that if he ever got caught 7 inches deep in a pokemon, he'd absolutely lose his job, and damage the rangers reputation. He didn't want to do that and certainly didn't want to face the repercussions of that being found out.
So, he was particularly glad most pokemon seemed indifferent to his relationships with other pokemon. However he was sure that was something that not all pokemon would just ignore.
With this upcoming week being monitor week, he was staying on the down low. So, the moment the announcement for when those were coming around got to him, he went temporarily celibate. Making sure any and all traces of any of his lady friends were scrubbed clean. No human could tell the difference, so his higher up wouldn't know, but he wasn't concerned about her.
He was concerned about her braixen.
His higher up's assistant. The fox was a prudent and very dedicated worker, so she did her job with utmost performance. She was a little perfectionist. So he knew she certainly wouldn't take kindly to what would be interpreted as him sleeping around on the job, if she was being generous. He never tempted fate by trying to see how she would react, so he did everything in his power to hide it. The worst part was he was hopelessly into her. Considering his usual antics, when he saw a cute or attractive pokemon, his lower brain certainly showed interest out of habit. Even if he wasn't thinking about that kind of stuff. He had found that pokemon could tell, he assumed by slight changes in smell or pheromones or whatever, that a male was interested.
He found out when he was traveling for a job he was assigned to, stopped in the woods to rest, and saw a rather cute leafeon going about her day. He had not interacted with her nor made himself known, but when he saw her the first thing she did was take a big sniff of the air, and then turn directly to him where he was out of her view. Of course it couldve just been her smelling him and recognizing he was there, but her initial reaction was to come over and say hi by sticking her nose in his pants and giving him a nice view under her tail. Of course he did not turn down that invitation.
So he was desperately hoping the braixen would not notice, so he tried to avoid her as much as possible. She was absolutely off limits. He would not even dare look at her in that way. She was like a forbidden fruit. Had she not been basically his superior, he would've absolutely tried to bone her. Without question. He had explained to his other ladies the situation, they all understood, some begrudgingly though. Lillie, the arcanine from the farm, was not happy about a week of no attention whatsoever. She was fussy about it, but he promised her he would make it up to her.
He heard the door to the front lobby open, the automatic glass doors sliding into the slots in the wall as they seperated. Everyone in the room got up and stood in a single file line as was the usual procedure. Everyone wanted good merits and to make sure to have a good impression, a higher grade meant higher pay or upgrades to their current equipment. Abel stood at the door, everyone lined up beside him, arms behind their back and standing up straight. Cyrus was not a fan of how strict this stuff was, but he had no choice, and it was only a week out of every year that it came to this level.
"Miss Georgia. Nice to see you. Nice to see you as well Miss Freya. I hope your trip here was pleasant." Abel said, in a way more polite and gentle tone than what everyone in the room was used to.
"It was fine, good weather and the trip through the forest was rather pleasant as well. Such a nice spot. Great view from up on the hill here as well, always nice to emerge from the forest and see the ocean and town in the distance."
The braixen nodded, but was quiet otherwise. Cyrus always found this dynamic to be funny. He was not concerned about the actual lady checking on them. She was a kind and rather ditzy woman, took her job seriously enough and did it well, but she was way more comfortable to be around when serious than Abel was. For a lack of better terms, she didn't have a stick up her ass. The braixen was his concern. She was posh and made up for her partner's openness with a cold shoulder and her interest solely being on doing her job perfectly.
Even down to her appearance she gave off the sense of being a bit too highstrung. Fur perfectly brushed, the purple bow on her tail perfectly aligned, and the stick in her tail that jutted out was looking a bit more pristine than he remembered. From what he knew, most braixen have a stick that they themselves pick out, and most looked like your average everyday stick. Maybe customized, of a different type of tree, ect. Freya's was like a damn wand out of a wizard movie, it was polished and shined. It had a gloss to it, like it was stained. It looked similar to the type of fake wand you see from a magician, the ones that were silver on the ends and black everywhere else. It was like that.
"I can see the base looks to be in good condition outside as well, I'm always impressed at how clean it is even up near the top." Georgia said.
"We make sure to be clean, on days when nothing is going on, we do upkeep and maintenance." Abel said.
Cyrus knew that was bullshit, maybe every once and a while when it looked dirty, but usually a week before Goergia shows they go into preparation mode and made the base look spotless. He knew because he was the person who had to clean up there this time, he did not enjoy being that high up, while doing it Axel was up there gloating at him.
"Couple of new faces. Always glad to see more rangers... Wendy, Cyrus. Always hearing good things from you two. How are you feeling Cyrus after the whole ocean thing?"
"You heard?"
"Oh yes, I was the one who made sure Abel was able to get that nice boat to rescue you. Freya and I made sure to respond as fast as we could."
"Freya too?"
"Of course, she was worried sick, she actually heard first. We're glad you're back and safe."
Cyrus almost felt like the every set of eyes in the room was on him when she mentioned Freya's concern. Getting any emotion out of the braixen besides an occasional look of disdain or a glare was uncommon, so hearing she was concerned about him was like saying water caught on fire, hardly any of them could believe that. The braixen glared at Georgia and went back to her little checklist.
They went down a bunch of things on the list like how well maintenanced the base was, local opinions and reviews of the base, and performance of each individual ranger. Hardly ever was there an issue, most people who were rangers were pretty upstanding, considering the lengths you had to go to be one. People don't decide to be rangers on a whim, even if they did, they certainly didn't last long before realizing it took a lot more dedication than they might've expected. One other thing that's not talked about too often is just how physically trained you needed to be to be a ranger, you needed to be able to do a lot, so physicality was important. As far as work in the field went.
Wendy was asked to bring Georgia and Freya's bag to their room after the brief rundown. Usually most bases had only a certain amount of rangers on hand per base, usually being 7. There was the head ranger, two higher ups, and the four remaining rangers. There were 8 beds available within the base, three exclusive rooms belonging to the head ranger and two higher ups, and 2 separate rooms with 2 beds that are shared between the remaining rangers. Plus one extra room, which was an extra guest room for higher ups on visits, traveling top rangers if they needed a place to stay, or for any other reason.
After that, the day went by as normal, except everybody was trying to look busy. No one wanted to get caught lazing about or doing nothing while Freya was prowling about. Cyrus decided to go look for something to do in town or just out of the base, wanting to be away from the braixen.
Patrolling was another ranger duty, although it was such an easy task that it was hardly considered work. A lot of it was just messing around and making time to be friendly with local people. If nothing was going on, rangers were expected to make rounds around their local area to make sure everything is in order or to see if anyone needed help. Of course as he was walking down the road to town, the arcanine had spotted him, and was in the process of dashing over.
"Lillie, no." He said as she was about to jump the fence.
She stopped in her tracks a lot faster than he expected as her full sprint came to an almost instantaneous stop. The arcanine pouted as he kept walking down the road, she walked on her side of the fence and followed.
"It's just till the end of the week, she's here."
The arcanine looked back at the ranger HQ and continued to follow him down the road. He continued walking until he reached the house, where Mike was taking care of his group of mareep and flaaffy. He had a herd of them, taking care of them and shearing them when they started to get a bit too fluffy. He wondered how they felt, but they never seemed to make a complaint, or run off. Fed, taken care of, tended to when their wool became too much, and protected from other pokemon. He saw them regularly snoozing around the arcanine when she would lay down in the fields. He assumed they were complacent with their current situation.
He assumed the farmer had been at this for a while, as there was a big bin behind him that was full of wool. He assumed as well as selling off moomoo milk from the miltank, Diana, he also sold the wool off to clothing companies. It explained why the guy seemed well off despite his rather humble life.
"Oh, hey Cyrus." The farmer said as he continued about his work.
"How's it going Mike?" Cyrus said as he walked over.
"Fine, just getting these ladies all cleaned up, been a while since I sheared them and their wool starting to get too big for em." He said, finishing up on a mareep and letting them run off to the field.
"Can I help?"
"You wanna? Sure, I only got a few left tho."
"Yeah, gotta keep myself looking busy, inspection week."
"Ah, I'll put in a good word if they ask."
He sat down next to the man on his porch as he went about shearing them, he wondered what he could do to help, but Mike guided him along. He was just to bring the wool to the bin so Mike could make the process faster, focusing on shearing while Cyrus cleaned up. He mentioned also the fact that he had to use special shears and be careful due to the electrical typing of the pokemon. The pokemon seemed rather pleased as he went about it, Mike was careful and gentle, and each one walked off with a spring in their step now that they could move a little easier. Lillie sat down and watched from afar as they went about the process, only taking 20 minutes to finally finish it all, as the last flaaffy pranced over to the rest of the group.
After he finished there and Mike had nothing else to briefly occupy his time with, Cyrus headed down towards the town to look for more things to do, or to be out of his higher ups sight so he could laze about while they were unaware. When he got into town he went straight for the harbor, recently the primarina had begun to hang around, and he rarely got to see her so now that he had free time he knew this was the best time for a visit. She had become quite the celebrity in town too, anyone passing by would want to say hi to her, or listen to her sing. He wondered why beforehand she had kept her distance from town, but maybe their time together had made her less wary of humans. Especially considering all the praise she got from people in town.
As per usual she was perched up on a rock near the marina, not singing but just relaxing in the sun as people went by. They left her be and at most said hi, or looked at her, being familiar enough with her not to make a big deal out of her just being there. Of course some weren't as considerate, a vaporeon was standing on the dock trying to talk to her. He could tell she wasn't all that interested, as she was refusing to talk back to him. He walked over and spoke a word, the primarina peaked up at hearing his voice and turned around.
The primarina hopped back into the water and popped out right onto the railing next to him, with grace of course. She gave him a big hug, unfortunately for him not a dry one. He ushered her not to hold on for too long as he was trying not to be waterlogged. The vaporeon was obviously a little miffed and walked off. The primarina let go so he wouldn't be too wet and sat beside him on the edge.
"Been doing ok?"
The primarina nodded and looked around, seeing if anyone was around before she gave him a brief nipple view through her natural frilly bra. He hissed at her to stop since they were still out in public. The primarina rolled her eyes and laughed.
"Sorry but it's not safe and I'm basically unavailable all week. Being supervised this week and the supervisor's super vigilant braixen is with her, so I'm trying to make sure I don't get found out. Ok?" He said quietly.
The primarina nodded but sighed, he hadn't been giving her as much attention as the arcanine due to just how out of the way she was. In town and aquatic made for some harder situations to set up. Although he had found a quiet beach where they could go for privacy, it still took some setting up though, and having sex out in the open like that was something he was never entirely fond of.
"I'll see you later. Trying to stay out of trouble and look busy."
The primarina gave him another hug, thankfully having dried some by then, then hopped back into the water. Cyrus sighed and continued walking through town, saying hi to the people in the town square where the markets were and making small talk. Part of a ranger's job is to have a good relationship with the local population, being the people living nearby, and of course the pokemon. Thankfully the people always seemed to like them a lot, but it made sense, they were always doing stuff for others so they had a good reputation.
He helped out in town for a brief period, looking for any small work he could do to pass the time. While it may have seemed to others that he was quite the hard worker, which to a degree he was, but his intentions were primarily to keep himself from the braixen as much as possible. Hours had gone by and Cyrus was feeling the fatigue start to hit as he had been out and about since earlier that morning doing last minute cleanup and readying for the supervisors. The sun was going down too so he settled with now being the best time to head back.
His walk back to the ranger base was uneventful although he could feel Lillie's eyes on him from across the field as she kept her distance, for his sake. He knew her energetic puppy-like energy definitely was making her go crazy and want to run over to him, but he has was glad she had some restraint. He walked back into the base to find the lobby area full of his coworkers, all in casual attire though.
"What's going on?"
"Going spend the night in town with Georgia, she wants to go eat at a restaurant. It's on Abel apparently."
He had forgotten about this. Abel always offered to bring her to dinner in town the night of her arrival. That wasn't particularly new, she was much more prone to have fun and enjoy her time there, and she wouldn't shy away from Abel's very obvious intentions to butter her up. Never hurts to be on good terms with your superior. It was always odd for him to see Abel so amiable. Usually Cyrus went along, but he decided to stay at the base, despite quite literally every other ranger going.
Just in case of an emergency and a ranger needed to be at base but realistically he just needed alone time, sex was a rather normal part of his schedule, so a week without it did have him feeling slightly tense. That and he knew the rest of them would be shitfaced the next morning and he knew the next morning would suck if he was drunk too. He was too tired for all that anyway and realistically he thought it best to keep alcohol out of his system when he was this tense. He had yet to get really drunk ever but part of what kept him from trying was worrying in his drunken stupor that he'd say or do something that would get him in trouble.
He turned down the offer and went up to his room. He laid down in his bed and glared up at the ceiling, he wouldn't even dare masturbate either. That was normally harmless, but he knew that any pokemon had a good enough nose to smell that, so it definitely wouldn't go unnoticed by the braixen. He was bored and tense, he wasn't tired and his brain was too busy thinking about shit. Of course about things that werent convenient in the moment, images of the rear of a rather shapely arcanine kept coming to mind and the amazing breasts that the primarina just couldn't help but flash him with.
He sat up in bed and shook his head, usually he was not this mentally riled up. He couldn't really tell what was going on, but he wrote it off as him just stressing out. He decided he'd go shower, slipping out of bed. The bathroom for the rangers for rather large, it was similar to one you'd find in a locker room of sorts. Showers had stalls with shoulder high walls on parallel sides and a curtain behind for privacy, with multiple different showers lined up against the wall that were exactly the same. The toilets had stalls as well on the opposite side although fully enclosed for obvious reasons.
He undressed near the sinks and left his clothes in a small locker designated for each ranger before walking over to a shower with a towel and getting in. The warm water cascading onto him was a good distraction, enough to make him relax just a little and forget about the braixen for a bit. He went about the process of cleaning himself, rubbing himself down with a body wash that was provided at each shower. Things like this like cleaning materials, hygiene stuff, as well as a daily meal were all provided by the HQ. Those who wanted something in particular were free to get it if they pleased, which most of the ladies usually did as they liked their own brands of shampoo over the generic brand that was provided.
He didn't mind, he was thankful that his hair despite it's rather unique color was very manageable. Some people pointed out that it made him look old because of how old people have silver or white hair, but he had always had this kind of hair. Ran in the family. He briefly showered, too tired to stand there and enjoy it for too long. He dried off, brushed his teeth, got dressed, then head back to his room. The door opened and he walked inside the dark room, closing and locking it behind him. He yawned and turned around but was blinded by the lights turning back on.
Freya was standing at the other end of the room.
"Freya! What are you doing in my room?"
The braixen tapped her feet against the floor impatiently, he touched the doorknob to try and unlock it and found that he could not turn the lever. The door handle radiated purple, he could tell that was her doing.
"Ok Freya, what is it you wanna talk to me about?"
The braixen huffed and grabbed her little wand from her tail, pointing it at him. He was wondering if she was mad because she found out and now she was going to punish or threaten him. The wand glowed a purple color for a second and he felt himself lose control of his body, not the first time he had felt that way before. Although the last time it was from an espeon who quite liked taking control, but he had enjoyed that considering she just liked the whole dominance thing. This wasn't the same circumstances, so he came to very quickly realize just how frightening the feeling was. He had never met a pokemon that had an issue with him when it came to that, unless maybe he was stealing attention, most didn't have any negative reaction. So this was a first.
He stood in place, unable to move. He felt stiff, the only other feeling he could compare it to was sleep paralysis. He had it once and it was not pleasant, although when that happened he felt more like he was still dreaming, this time he was very much so awake. The braixen tapped her wand on her paw as she walked over, standing in front of him with her usual glare.
"Care to explain Freya? Did I do something?" He said nervously.
The braixen eyed him and shrugged, smiling a bit as she continued to stand in front of him. He was wondering what her intentions were, or what she was going to do, it looked like she was thinking of what to do. She huffed and pointed her stick to his bed, on command he was able to move although it wasnt within his control as he got onto his bed. He laid back and stared at the ceiling, unable to move. He was getting worried because if she really wanted to get him in trouble, she could leave him there until everyone returned, then fabricate a very bad looking scene by having him bound and nude with the braixen in the room. That would be basically all they'd need to get him in monumental trouble, being caught in although a faked scene, no one would know that besides him.
"Freya, please explain I'm about to freak the hell out." He nervously said.
He was about to start really struggling to move before he felt the braixen's gentle touch on his arm. She moved up from there to his chin, then his cheek. Before he could say anything else, she climbed up on the bed and climbed over him, sitting on his chest and straddled him. Giving him a smug look as she shifted upwards, lifting her fur skirt with her paws. He realized she was wearing panties. He had never noticed, not that he was going look for that, but he hadn't really expected her to be wearing it until she pulled her skirt up. The pink panties stood out like a sore thumb amongst the black fur. He had never seen something like that on a pokémon and he couldn't deny it definitely appealed to him a lot. By this point he had somewhat calmed down, now realizing that she just wanted some fun, although she wanted to be in control.
The braixen gently took her panties off, shuffling about as she did until she revealed something equally pink under her skirt. Now he understood why she wore the panties, although it wouldve probably been better for her to get a less vibrant color. Without the panties, he was sure if she ever bent down for anything, you'd be flashed by the puffy pink spade hidden below the braixen's natural fur skirt. He was rather surprised at the color of her down there. He looked up at her as she gave him a view of what was to come.
"Ah, so we're doing this. Ok." He said, now on board with the braixen's plan as he sighed a breath of relief.
She shuffled a little further forward and gently lowered herself onto his face. The concept of a safeword or anything to warn her that he was lacking air crossed his mind for a moment before being quickly forgotten about as he was bombarded with the scent of the braixen. It was like a pleasant aroma of cinnamon. A common fire type smell, but he knew the braixen was likely very high dollar and went way out her way to smell nice. She probably had some sort of perfume on. He heard the braixen sigh in content, a shiver ran through her body as her cunt pressed against his face. He was surprised by the heat, it wasn't the first time he had experienced a fire type lady by any means, but she was particularly warmer.
Either in heat or just really really turned on. Regardless, he didn't mind as long as it didn't feel like he was being burned, but the warmth on his face was a bit stifling. Going about pleasing her, he was enjoying the little noises and squirming as he ate her out. One thing he had learned from his time with ladies of this kind of equipment is that they were particularly fond of any attention towards the fleshy vulva of their spade. Internal attention was plenty nice too, same with their button. The braixen had begun to briefly rock against his head, basically humping his face as she roughly grabbed his hair to pull his face in more.
He had expected some degree of roughness from her, dominance oozed off her, it was very easy to tell from her personality. Not that that bothered him at all, it was a nice change of pace, and he knew he definitely had the ability to satisfy. He wanted to try and break her cold demeanor by making her cum hard. He was getting there, more and more attention to her button as she continued to just ride his face. He was putting in his own degree of work but the more it went on the more he believed it was mostly her just grinding against his face. Eventually, the dam burst and the braixen cried out, although trying to keep herself quiet as she shoved herself harshly down onto him. It was a tad uncomfortable, especially with her yanking on his hair, but he was glad to get her off.
Once she had finally finished orgasming, squeezing around his tongue like a vice, the braixen leaned back and rested as she shifted off his face. She was catching her breath as she looked away. Her orgasm had dulled her psychic powers, so he could actually move some now, but he didn't. He wanted to play along, he was having fun. He wiped his face with his hand at most but didn't move after that, the braixen was heating up the room with her fire powers, and he was beginning to sweat.
After a minute or two of her resting, she began to move again. She yanked her wand from her tail again and tapped it against her paw. He felt his pants slip off, pulling his bottom half of clothes off until he was entirely naked. The braixen reached back and he felt her warm paw grasp at his length, a bit more inquisitive than he had expected as she moved further down, cupping his balls in her paw. She gently rubbed him all over, before repositioning again. The braixen sat up and shuffled backwards, crouching above his cock as she lined herself up.
He eyed her for a moment before she fully sat down, the pokemon smugly smiled back at him before he felt the felt the hot flesh of her spade engulf him. She wasted no time bottoming out, making him wonder just how experienced she was to begin with. Her insides felt like a vice of warmth, wet and hungry as she gripped at him, taking her a moment to get comfortable. Once she seemed to fully adjust to the intrusion, she slammed down on him rather harshly. On reflex to the sudden sensation he wanted to thrust, but his lower half was still being restrained.
The braixen was downright aggressive after that, slamming down on him harshly, more dominant than any pokemon he had ever been with ironically. It was hard to say he wasn't enjoying the hell out of it though, was certainly different than what he was used to.
"Agh, calm down Freyja." He hissed, wanting her to slow down at least a little bit.
The braixen eyed him and shook her head, continuing her aggression as she slammed down on him. The warm wet vice of her spade gripped at him harshly as she fully hilted him, pressing up into the deepest recesses of the braixen's cunt. Every once and a while she would stop slamming down into him, instead opting to grind against him, having the tip of his cock rubbed and massaged by her depths. The only thing he could think of was that the braixen was in no way a virgin and certainly not inexperienced. Unless this was a pokemon thing, no virgin power bottomed like this.
Their combined fluids leaked out onto his crotch as the braixen continued to ride him, holding herself up with one arm as the other either pinched her nipples under her fur or rubbed furiously at her clit. Being restrained was somewhat of an annoyance, he wanted nothing more to grab her by her waist and ram into her with the same amount of aggression she put out, but he could do nothing but grip the sheets and pretend to still be fully restrained. He eyed his waist as he watched her so aggressively ride him, her spade pulled at him as she would rise, then slam back down again. He wasn't sure just how long he'd last. Usually he could go more than once but that was usually when he could control the pace a little with the lady as to try to extend their time as much as possible, he was not in control now, so when he blew was up to her and she was not slowing down at all. That combined with the fact that he was pent up meant he was struggling to keep himself from finishing.
"Freyja, I don't think I can last much longer." He huffed.
The braixen only smiled and continued her relentless ride, suddenly grabbing his head and yanking him by his hair so he'd sit up. He would've voiced his complaints about being so roughly treated, but the braixen quickly shut his mouth as she leaned forward and kissed him. Aggressive as ever, she kissed him rather forcefully, mashing her face into his and even going as far as adding a little tongue to it. While he was wanting to complain as the hair pulling was hurting a little, the kissing definitely made up for it, on top of the fact that she was still furiously riding him. The braixen didnt hold onto the kiss for long, pulling away eventually to his dismay, and letting go of his hair as his head fell back into the bed.
The braixen was now reinvigorated and continued to bounce on him harder, grinding against him and pushing down hard as his cock rubbed her cervix. There was no avoiding it now, he was going to cum soon, and he was hoping she was too. He was so glad no one was there, the braixen's furious riding was making noises with the wet slaps of her ass against his waist. Progressively closer and closer, he could feel the intense rush of his orgasm approaching. His breath got shaky and his vision blurred a bit as it finally happened.
The braixen rode him until he blew, not stopping when she felt the sudden surge of cum inside her. She rode out the orgasm as long as she could manage, eventually driving herself over the edge as she had her own orgasm. Her small body shook and her cunt gripped him like a vice, milking more and more cum from the human. His cock pressed against her cervix, shooting copious amounts of human seed inside her. Her tongue hung from her mouth and she closed her eyes in ecstasy, her inner walls squeezing tightly around him to milk him fully of his load. Her paws gripped at his arms, tightly squeezing him as she tried to hold onto something to alleviate the strong sensation.
Eventually their mutual orgasm ended, leaving him feeling exhausted and spent, and the braixen feeling pleasantly full. He caught his breath as he laid there, eyeing the pokemon as she shuddered. She shifted a bit, pushing down a little more to attempt to coax any more pleasure out of him, but he was spent. She fell forward as she collapsed onto him, resting on his chest as he continued to lay there. Her powers began to weaken a while ago, but her orgasm had made her lose focus, now he was back to full control. An arm gently found it's way behind her back as he hugged her close while they came down from their high. The braixen was a tad startled by the fact that he could move, but let it slide as she rested.
"Well, don't get to cuddle often."
The braixen sighed and nodded. Snuggling in close and enjoying the embrace as they came down from their highs together. As much as he would've thoroughly enjoyed sleeping with her in bed the whole night like that, they could not afford to safely do that, and any more resting and either one of them could've passed out. He certainly felt close to it, allowing himself one more minute of cuddling before saying something.
"Alright Freya, as much as I'd love to snuggle up with you all night, if we fall asleep and get caught my ass is in an otherworldly amount of trouble. So you should get cleaned and get back to your room before anyone finds out. Ok?"
The braixen sat up and nodded, although he could tell she was equally tuckered out too. She shifted off the bed and stood on shaky legs, giving herself a moment to acclimate before she went about putting her panties back on.
"So uh, not gonna get me in any trouble right?"
The braixen turned back and crossed her arms, pretending to think about it before she gave him an answer. She shook her head and urged him to sit up. He got up and the braixen hopped onto his lap, straddling him some more before giving him a brief kiss on his cheek and hopping off. She sauntered over to the door and gave him a cheeky look before leaving the room, blowing him a kiss before walking out. He fell back into bed. He sighed, he was exhausted but relieved, glad that he didn't have to worry about her anymore. Not too long after that he fell asleep, waking up the next morning early to make sure he was showered and cleaned up so he wouldn't look and smell like he just spent the night having sex.
The next couple days were a lot less stress inducing, as the braixen had lightened up so much that everyone else had noticed her having a bit more pep in her step and not glaring at everyone. She still did everything with the same degree of intensity but everyone could tell she was in a significantly better mood. When the two of them were alone she was much more chill and a tad flirtatious. Occasionally rubbing her tail up against him, getting a little touchy, and giving him some looks. He didn't mind but it did drive him a little stir crazy knowing what she was doing and that they were unlikely to get another chance to fool around.
With her heightened mood, he felt less like he had eyes constantly on him. Knowing the braixen didn't care about him sleeping around was a huge weight off his shoulder, though he still wasn't fooling around until she left. She was his superior after all and he didn't really want to give her something to keep an eye on him for, even if they were on good terms. So he went back to his normal routine although much less stressed, eventually feeling the urge for sex again thankfully as the braixen was heading back to HQ once the week of inspecting was over. He would be the only person who would look forward to her return next year, or sooner.
Thankfully, the week had gone by relatively without much happening. It was nice as usually they'd prefer nothing crazy happening, but that meant all the rangers had to find ways to look busy, having nothing coming up to do while Georgia and Freya supervised. It was making everyone tense. When the week eventually ended, everyone breathed a collective sigh of relief. As far as people went, Georgia and Freya were cool, but everyone was rationally on edge with them around. They left early in the morning, everyone was expected to be up early to see them off, roll call in the lobby and everything. Freya gave everyone a stern looking over, but smiled and waved goodbye as she left. Georgia was nice and smiley as per usual, mentioning that she would give good remarks to Ranger HQ due to everyone's good behavior and hard work. As the two walked out, Freya turned back and threw him a smile as she stared directly at him.
When the walked out the door, Abel gave them all a good talking to. Thankfully, he wasn't upset or anything, just saying he was proud of everyone for doing a good job. Despite his usual stern tone, he was being nice.
The night Cyrus was anxiously awaiting everyone to go to bed before running off into town, sneaking about in the dark until he reached the beach where the primarina usually spent her nights relaxing when she was near town. He wouldve usually went to the arcanine, since she was just safer and easier, but he had been neglecting the primarina some and told her he would come see her soon. She was surprised but happy to see him, it only took her a brief moment to realize he had gotten some action despite the supposed situation he was in, and used that to tease him. She was glad he wasn't in risk of trouble and on that note, ushered him to get undressed, their night escapades were way less private than his time with the arcanine. With her, he had a barn to hide away in, with the primarina he was basically naked as they fucked in the sand. That always made him anxious, hidden only by the night's darkness.