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Beams of light coasted through cracks in the walls of the abandoned warehouse. They illuminated the dust motes that swirled in the air. Three small, black-furred balls of teeth and energy claimed this building. Yips and barks filled the air as they wrestled and played with each other. Many scratch marks covered the floor. It proclaimed how normal an occurrence this was.

Wild houndours were quite common in the alleys of Lumiose City. Humans considered them nothing more than nuisances.

The three pups were excitable. The two larger canines tossed each other to the ground while a smaller male nipped at their ankles. He went ignored by his larger siblings, even as his incessant yapping signaled his desire to join in on the fun.

The smallest pup growled at his brothers and backed away from them. He turned his head to the darkened warehouse instead. His eyes narrowing when he heard the flutter of wings in the shadows.

The urge to chase and run filled him as soon as he saw the pidove alighting on a box a short distance away. It was large and thick under a downy set of feathers; the sight was enough to make the pup lick his lips. It wasn't too long ago that his mother weaned him off her teat. His brothers bogarted whatever food their father brought. This left the runt little more than scraps.

Leaving his brothers behind, he began to creep towards the bird pokemon. His ebony fur blended in with the shadows, keeping him hidden. Light glistened off of his ivory ribs and skull plate whenever it caught him. He knew nothing in the ways of the hunt and didn't take this into consideration.

His saving grace was the ambivalent nature of a pidove. It fluttered to the ground in front of a large, wooden crate, pecking at the ground.

The puppy pokemon hesitated a dozen steps away from it before he moved in a quick series of steps. Tackle wasn't something that had come easy to him. It had taken him countless frustrating training sessions to get this far.

His brothers were much more talented.

A flash of light whizzed past his face as three small, glowing embers impacted on the box above the pidove's head. The bird cooed and fluttered its wings, carrying itself into the air in a storm of feathers. The amused, taunting barks of his brother's success at ruining his hunt followed him. His momentum didn't stop, carrying him straight into the crate.

A loud resonating crack sounded throughout the warehouse. The skull plate on his forehead collided with the scorch marks left by his brother. The wood splintered and gave way under the weight. The contents of the box shattered in a cacophony of crashing glass from the interior.

Something cold and wet splashed on the pup's body, camouflaged by his dark coat. It leaked down his forehead, running over his muzzle. A sharp, chemical odor burned his nose, and he snorted a few times to try and clear it.

Darkness danced along the edge of his vision while his head spun from the sudden impact. The tackle wouldn't have been strong enough on its own, but the ember had weakened the wood. As feeling returned to him, he realized there was a sharp pain radiating from his forehead, and he howled.

He couldn't see it, but a spiderweb crack had formed in the decorative skull plating. It ran to the middle where it split off into three different directions like the roots of a tree. It was minor, superficial, but it still hurt bad enough to set him off.

He hadn't registered the liquid covering him, at least, until he felt the burning taste on his tongue.

His brothers rushed over to him, worried. It was not out of concern for their forlorn brother. It was to what their mother would do to them when she saw the prominent crack.

They urged him to his feet and away from a growing puddle that had begun to form around the base of the box. It soaked into the wood, repelling the larger canines from it. They felt the same as well towards their younger brother when they smelled it clinging to his fur.

Without daring to touch him, they managed to convince the sniveling, wretched runt to his paws. They abandoned the destroyed box and the guts that had spilled forth.

On the way home, they would stop to dunk their brother in murky water spilling from a busted tap. It cleared most of the sticky liquid that had dried on his fur. They wrote off his sniveling whimpers of a headache.

Together, the three houndours made their way back home with the runt bringing up the tail end. Every so often he would pause, raising a paw to rub at the area above his cracked skull plate.

The chemical taste didn't fade from his mouth, even after they got home and they got torn into by their mother. Even when they ate (what little the pup wanted) it clung to his lips. His headache worsened, becoming an incessant pounding behind his eyes.

He slept curled up amongst his family that night. The next morning, the incident was little more than a bad memory. If it wasn't for the phantom ache in the back of his head, he would have thought it was only a bad dream.

Life in the alleys was cruel for the young houndour. Years passed and he grew in stature, but his physical prowess did not change. With parents that wanted him strong and self-reliant, he had to fend for himself. It only became harder as he aged. His brothers evolved on their fifth birthdays, showcasing their new forms to him. He was not allowed this luxury.

When it was time for him to leave home, the runt found himself all alone in a large city with no one to turn to.

At this point, his brothers were long gone. One had taken to the wilds and was intent on making his own pack. He had laughed off the pup's desire to join him. He was weak, after all, his brother wanted nothing to do with him.

The other ended up captured by a trainer; Hazard could only wonder where he had ended up.

It was during this time he learned the true extent of his powers. Where once flames had been impossible for him to control. He need only will it, and flames of unimaginable heat poured from his maw. He thought little of it. With nothing to compare it to, he did not realize how powerful it could be.

He had needed to learn fast. The more time he spent on his own, the more embittered he became. Towards others, towards the humans, even towards his own kind. They all thought little of him, and it filled him with a sense of rage that seemed as hot as the flames he called forth. Many pokemon had found themselves on the receiving end of his anger.

It was a hard, uphill battle. Every day was grueling while he fought to eke out what little control he could maintain. Having a taste of it made him want more.

One day he had found himself in the territory his parents still called their own. He was careful not to let them find him. They had already started a new litter. Finding the houndour here would be a challenge against their control of the alleys.

He had been hungry. It had been days since he had eaten and there was plenty of prey pokemon here. Pidove, to be exact. His eyes had alighted on one of them, and he paused. There had been a brief moment of clarity.

Familiar surroundings, familiar memories.

His mind fired on all cylinders. Synapses and connections were being made that no canine should have been able to possess. It all started coming back to him while he walked these paths his paws had tread upon years ago. He had pushed into the dusty warehouse and seen the scratch marks left by claws on the floor. The shattered box was still here.

The faint chemical taste began to burn in his mouth, little more than a phantom of a memory at this point. The floor around the box looked a vile, dark black.

With thoughts racing, he realized why he was so different than others of his species. He had heard second-hand information from other denizens of the alley. Trainers would give their pokemon medicine to boost their skills in battle. Intellect, strength, agility.

His stomach roiled as he stepped forward and dipped a paw into the crate. There were glass shards aplenty, and he was careful not to cut himself. Finally, he found what he was looking for when he drew out a small vial.

The interior swished with a mixture of black fluid. It was thick and viscous, reminding him of a ditto in composition. His nose curled up while a faint buzzing began to sound in his ears.

He would be stronger than he was. He would show everyone what kind of pokemon he could be.

The chemical taste was foul. It slipped down his throat with the consistency of sludge. What little taste he had managed to swallow when he was a pup was nothing compared to this. He fought the urge to retch while stabbing pains pierced his skull.

In the darkness of the warehouse, all the houndour could do was stare at the crate. Those nonsense symbols that covered it became more clear to him with each passing second. He grasped at them for dear life. He worried he would lose himself in the storm that crashed against the inside of his skull.

The words printed on the side of it were stark and apathetic.

Hazardous materials. Silph Co. Not meant for consumption: human or pokemon.

Early morning sun cascaded into the back alleyways of Lumiose City. It was the only time of day that light graced the dim and destitute pathways. Humans feared to tread these pathways. They left the dumpsters overflowing with trash. It allowed the natural species to reclaim territory long-ago taken from them.

It was here that Hazard called home. He was not alone in laying dominion over this particular stretch of territory. From 3rd street all the way to 10th, his pack was the undisputed rulers of this impoverished kingdom. Even now their stomachs growled, leaving their maws dripping with saliva.

Houndours were pack pokemon. It was such a distinct characteristic of their species, humans used it to generalize them. A houndour was only as strong as his pack. Hazard had been the ones to gather them, to set them on a singular purpose that had dictated their path.

Control.

It was no surprise to him that his compatriots were unable to think for themselves. Even now, he could see them tucked back in their designated spots. They remained as motionless as Hazard was behind his dumpster. The scent of rotting garbage almost overpowered his sensitive nose.

Hazard had looked upon those of his species and felt apathy. They were not strong alone, nor were they particularly bright. It was through their teamwork they excelled.

It was this strength that he adapted for the burgeoning pack he had set out to create.

It seemed so simple that he couldn't believe it took him so long to realize it. Of course, lately, he found himself thinking of things no other stray did. The last two years had been a testament to that. Of course, he knew the reason for that.

A warehouse, a crate, and a chemical taste that burned his tongue. Whatever human waste he had ingested changed him. It only seemed fitting he take a name that would always remind him of where his newfound prowess had come from.

Brick stood at the crossroads further down, ready to send their quarry down another path. He was stocky, thick shouldered. Hazard knew he would have challenged him for dominance if only he had the smarts to back it up. As it were, he was as permeable as the ring of rocks sticking from his mane.

The midday lycanroc had been easy to convince to follow him. A few well planned, easy scores to show Hazard knew what he was doing, and the lycanroc had fallen in line. It helped that he got the majority of the food; the houndour's small size meant he didn't each much anyways.

His ears perked when he heard barks echoing off the alley walls. They warned the two canines in waiting, telling them to get ready for what was to happen.

Hazard could hear it now. The mechanical jingle that signaled the strange devices humans rode on. It sounded labored, straining metal on metal that they had become used to.

There was no need for him to speak up. They all knew the plan, they had gone over it countless times ever since they began to learn the path this human took. Hazard perked up as soon as he heard the sound of rubber skidding on the pavement. Moments later, a figure tore around the corner.

Running after her came Pound. The lanky, long-legged manectric was the best suited to keeping a fast-pace. If the human had known how the canine would crumble under any opposition, it may not have been so willing to run. Pound was a coward. It was a phobia of humans maintained from his birth and upbringing in his namesake. He put on a good show, however. His muzzle with thick foam from the run, tail raised high and threateningly.

The human dressed in all orange, wearing a large cylindrical object on their head like a shell. Their legs were pumping, at the machine, intent on making it go faster.

All humans looked alike to Hazard, but this one's distinct clothing was what stood out about it. He had heard about it from other pokemon in the city. Unlike others of its species, this one didn't seem to fear his kind. In the recesses of the city, the alleys were as dangerous as any of the patches of tall grass in the wild.

Hazard would be the one to remind it of this.

Their target wasn't so much the human itself, but the packages that strapped to the back of its device. Wrapped and held together with what appeared to be a string. The scent of them cut through the rancid odor of the trash Hazard stood next to.

It was undeniably food. Fresh food at that, a rarity in the alleys.

He watched silently as the human passed him by. The labored breathing of Pound hit his ears, and he immediately barked at him to go still. His part was complete, it was all up to Brick and himself to finish this.

The houndour's limbs moved powerfully over the concrete. His paw-pads had been hardened by years of running over the coarse pavement. He didn't have the same loping stride of his companion. Hazard was more intent, directed at his target with all the attention of his more feral kin. He saw the human coming to the crossroads and he signaled Brick's arrival with a short, sharp yip.

Brick was late, but he managed to block the rider's path with his bulky body. Turned to the side, teeth bared, the cyclist skidded to a stop, almost losing control in their haste. There was a moment where it seemed confused, unsure of what to do. With two canines behind and one to the left, there was only one path it could take.

Hazard grinned in triumphant as soon as it turned down the right path. Their trap had worked.

The canines moved in tandem, keeping their speed with their alpha as he guided them. The buildings were more clustered back here, the only windows boarded up years ago. The silence was almost deafening. The roar of vehicles and pedestrians was trapped in the labyrinthian passages. It left them in a secluded world far removed from interlopers.

There was no escape for the human. This path led to a dead-end, the place where the pack made their den. Rounding the corner, they saw the cyclist standing amidst the old cardboard. A single mattress lay in the center, surrounded by discarded blankets. Any trash that would have befouled their lair had been carted off ages ago. If that wasn't enough, they had also marked the area in the canine way that deterred trespassers.

It was a square lot enshrouded on all sides by buildings except for one. The ground was littered with the meager bedding of his packmates. The thick stench of pure canine was a prominent aroma that graced their noses. It spoke of their pack and brotherhood, but Hazard wondered what the human thought of it. He also wondered what it must be thinking when it turned to look at them.

Flanked on both sides by his subordinates, Hazard might not have seemed intimidating. He was neither tall like Pound, or muscular like Brick. His lesser evolved form wouldn't have struck fear into anyone. The spiderweb cracks running down his skull plate left a haunting visage. Especially when combined with three long, distinct scratches on his muzzle.

The human had kicked the stand down on her contraption, allowing their main target to stand free. It seemed to know what they were after and was giving it up to them. It rushed back a few steps, grabbing at the shell-like object on its head and tugging it off.

While Brick and Pound lunged at the bike, Hazard was left watching the human. Without the helmet, he could see that it possessed long, dark black hair. She tied it up in a bun, but the sudden removal of her helmet had pulled it free. Its skin was tanned, almost a light brown in coloration; blue eyes met his own, defiant to the alpha canine.

This angered Hazard more than he would have thought. He knew she must have thought him the lesser member of the pack amongst his brethren.

Their eyes locked as the scratching sounds of boxes getting torn open filled the area. The orange-dressed human's eyes would dip to the carnage of what had been her delivery. Yet, they would always return to Hazard's own. His stomach rumbled at the scent of food. He turned his head to bark at the others to save him whatever pickings they had gotten to.

His head tilted to the side, and he noticed the human tensing up at the action. Her outfit was glaring, a full-body uniform with symbols he didn't understand. Hazard knew about human writing; unlike his brothers, their words had come quickly to him.

He kept his eyes locked on the human female as he took a step closer to her to test the waters. She made a small flinch, but she didn't take a step back. It wasn't like she had anywhere to go. One more step backward would risk her falling onto the large mattress that Hazard had claimed as his own.

“Stop." The words rang out. It gave Hazard pause, surprising him to hear the human talking in this manner to him. “Back off." The short, simple commands made his ears flatten, angering him even further.

For a brief moment, he felt a surge of ire rushing through him, making his teeth bared in a ferocious snarl. There were moments when he got this way. When his rage became too much for him to control.

It was always brought with it the burn of chemicals in his mouth.

As he grew older, the brushes with humans became more frequent. However, there was something he learned about them. They normally kept to a habit. They didn't deviate from norms. They were as simple as pokemon when it came down to it.

“I said back off!" She stepped back again when he began to steadily walk towards her. The human tried to bring her hands up to hold them out in front of her. The back of her foot suddenly hit the edge of Hazard's mattress. There was a moment where her arms pinwheeled against the air, trying to keep her balance.

Hazard didn't let her.

He snarled and leaped forward on his hind legs, planting his paws roughly against her chest. His weight carried them, slamming her onto the filthy mattress. A faint buzzing rang in his ears, like so many beedrill in close proximity. Hazard's dirty paws left prints on the front of her clothing. He was coherent enough to realize his paws rested on something soft and malleable.

The human had struggled at first, but one snap of his jaws at her neck with spittle flying was enough to stifle her. The silence soothed Hazard's aching mind and made the beedrill swarm quiet down. It was at that moment he realized his companions had paused in their efforts. They had noticed their alpha slipping into this state of mind.

The last time it had happened resulted in the wound he bore on his muzzle.

They knew better than to mock him for it. When the bawdy vixen on 2nd street he had called - adopting a term from the humans - girlfriend had laid claws on him.

This was months ago and Hazard was still getting over the indignity of it. Even now he could see her. Those lifted tails and her sultry smirk. The human had reminded him of that bitch. He had left her, hadn't bothered going back to talk to her. Hazard would never admit to his friends that he missed her.

His eyes roamed the human that had gone still under him. Her once combative eyes were now evasive. He was reminded of a caged bird. Able to see the great expanse of sky that would be their salvation if only they could get free. Tensing over her, Hazard pressed his blunt claws into her skin. Their bodies stood still, both waiting for the other to move.

Hazard was surprised that it was the human who did it first. She shifted ever so slowly, aware that the houndour was watching her every move. “Easy, easy there," her voice cracked under the pressure, “you don't want to hurt me."

He was close enough that he could read the small strip of cloth sewn to the front of her uniform. In cheery letters, it announced her as 'Sydney', a member of the Lumiose Courier Service. His hackles rose at the sound of her attempts to soothe him, to treat him like any other pokemon.

Their eyes met, and the houndour slowly opened his muzzle to force out a growling string of words.

“Shut up."

The shock on the human's face was almost comical. He didn't have the desire to suffer the indignity of her gawking at him. If anything, it seemed to embolden her, making her chest begin to rise and fall faster than it had before.

“Y-You can talk?" The countenance of her face shifted, almost seeming relieved. “Oh, Arceus. I've never met a pokemon that could talk. I've seen them on tv, but never thought…" The corner of her mouth twitched in an attempt at a smile. The springs of the old mattress creaked as she tried to shift position only for Hazard to push her back down. “I knew...I knew psychic types could use telepathy, but-"

“I said, shut up." The gravelly voice of the houndour was layered with his annoyance. His blunt claws had extended, pressing into the orange jumpsuit. Being this close to a human was a strange experience. It was almost vindicating in a way, to be the one that was in a position of power. “Speaking your language makes me feel like I am coughing up bile."

How many months had he spent just listening to the humans speak? Memorizing the accentuations of their tone as they held such mundane conversations? From the garbage men with their crude, vulgar tongues. The high class, stuck-up shoppers roaming the streets. He had his choice of styles.

His was a sharp tongue he had heard used by one of his favorite subjects to watch: a human male that wore a blue uniform. It demanded the respect he knew he deserved, the renown that he had fought tooth and nail to secure.

Even then, he had needed the help of the bitch on 2nd street. One of the psychic types the human had mentioned. She had proven herself a mentor that had been able to impart meaning.

He knew his packmates were watching him as he acted, and in truth, he did not know what he would do next. The act had been hasty, arising from the loss of control he experienced when he got angry. The human was shifting, growing antsy under him due to his lack of follow-through. She would shift under his paws, trying to dislodge the one that was planted firmly on the swell of her bosom.

“Look, I didn't mean to piss you off." She had started to speak to him in a more amiable voice even while her eyes dipped to his probing paw. “I'm just doing my job. You can take the food," she swallowed, “isn't like I can pick it off the ground. Just let m-"

“Every time you open your mewling little mouth, I want to shove my paw down your throat." The toxicity of his response made her noticeably flinch. “This is my territory. I've seen you run free through it so often like you think you have a right to be here."

The swell of her breasts was oddly fascinating to him. Very few species of pokemon possessed them, and they weren't any he was familiar with. It was amusing seeing the reaction to his touches. The faces she made when he applied pressure in different places. The only annoying thing was the jumpsuit. Its coarse material forbade him from going further.

“Do you know what females need to do to earn passage through my territory?" He had seen this face so many times. The look of confusion; an innocent naivety that made it all the more amusing. He leaned closer so his nose was close to brushing against the soft, tender skin of her neck. She smelled sweet, an odor that he wasn't too familiar with. Below that was the potent scent he had been hoping for. It was made stronger when his hot, wet tongue darted out to lick across her neck.

Fear.

He didn't see the movement of Sydney's arm until it was too late. She hadn't been flinching like he thought she was but had been reaching for something. Her face steeled, becoming determined as she pulled something from her belt. Hazard lifted his head only to meet a spray of cloying, foul-scented liquid that filled his senses.

The houndour's howl of outrage echoed down the alleyways. He fell away from her, rubbing his paws desperately at his sensitive muzzle. It was burning his senses, making him cough and retch to try to rid himself of it. The anger was twofold, shared between her and himself for letting his guard down.

His ears perked up when he heard the springs of the mattress squeaking when his prey pushed herself up. Through bleary, tear-dampened eyes, he could see her running for her bicycle. Brick and Pound saw her imminent escape and released barks of warning. They needn't take more than a few steps before Hazard's snarl of warning gave them pause.

Memories flashed back to him. That chemical odor, the choking taste in his mouth. Suddenly, he was that weak runt again, flailing on the ground after a blow to the head. The next moment, he remembered he wasn't that weak runt any longer.

Hazard could feel his anger growing in his chest. It swirled in a malevolent storm of rage and discordant thoughts. The heat radiating up from his throat cut through the choking spray of the human. The merciful scent of brimstone and charcoal cleared his nostrils with dark smoke.

The human hadn't made it to her means of escape, nor would she be able to. A look back had been warning enough for her to dart to the side. Even then she could feel the burning cataclysm passing her by. It hadn't been aimed at her. A small part of her knew that if the sadistic canine wanted to, he could have easily hit her.

No, rather, the inferno attack engulfed her intended target. Brick and Pound had to scatter away from their ill-gotten goods. Two loud pops sounded out from the pyre that was once her bicycle as the tires popped. The rubber bubbled and melted on the pavement. Paint peeled away, leaving only the metal frame remaining. It looked like the skeletal remains of a desiccated creature.

Awe filled the human's eyes, her jaw dropping. It flopped like magikarp in its stupid attempt to understand what she had seen. Sydney could sense the presence approaching her. Her entire body trembled when she felt the warm breath on the back of her neck. Pressure on her shoulders pressed her closer to the ground. The angered tone of the growl signaled that trying anything else would be a mistake.

“I can respect a female trying to resist the natural order. You humans aren't above that." It was hard to control himself, hard to keep that beedrill swarm from buzzing in his brain. Hazard had almost lost it, had almost directed his flames at her instead. His fast breathing was layered with heat, making the hair on the back of his conquest's neck begin to stand. “I can respect females that strike out at males." As if to remind him, he recalled the sensation of claws traveling across his muzzle. His hot nose planted against her neck, a rush of emotions setting him off as he began to lap at her bare skin. “I respect you for trying to resist an alpha, but by Arceus...you made me desire you even further."

It wasn't the first time his small stature had been mistaken for weakness. Countless would-be usurpers of his domain had fallen before his flames. Prolonged battle was out of the cards for him. Even now, his husky panting signaled exhaustion combined with trace desire. It had been a far larger attack than he intended it to be, but that was okay. He had gotten his point across.

Hazard noticed her hand clenched around the vile spray she had used on him. His eyes were glued on it now. He always remembered his failings. As it were, now he needed to save face in front of his pack.

The dip of her shoulders was slight but nonetheless noticeable to him. Her scent changed back to that delectable aroma of fear. It was apparent even over the acrid smell of burning metal and rubber.

“What...what do you want from me?"

“You know what I want. Give it to me, and I'll consider going easy on you. If not...I will teach you to fear the name Hazard."

The human tensed under his paws, sitting bolt upright when Hazard stepped closer on his hind legs. He smirked to himself, surmising that he had felt the swell of his bulbous sheath when he pressed it to her back. In his excitement, it had increased in warmth. Now it was pumping out as much as his breath was on the back of her neck.

“Do you feel that, little human?" He whispered to her in a taunting, provocative way. He began to grind the fleshy bulge against the back of her uniform. “I don't believe your males are gifted in this way." He made sure to emphasize the word 'gifted', and was quite pleased when she shuddered beneath him. “I've always wondered what a human would sound like taking me."

The sound of paws caught his attention, and when he turned he met the cautious, yet optimistic eyes of the others. Pound's eyes were locked on the human's hand that closed around the spray. It led Hazard to believe he had experience with it in the past. Brick's tongue was lolled from his mouth as he watched the show. The bright, red tip of his own tapered penis already poking out of his sheath.

Hazard huffed under his breath; it figured the lesser males would want a shot at his prize. It almost made him want to deny them out of principle. The last time he had tried to force a female to service the entire pack, he had wound up with these scars on his face.

Still, there was no fate more pride-shattering than making her service lesser males.

“After me." He snapped, baring his fangs at them. The hackles on the back of his neck rose, and he felt the human stiffen under him. “You shouldn't have tried to run from me. I would have graced you with my seed alone." He dismissively pulled away from her, still standing between her and the exit. “On my bed...leave that foul thing on the ground."

Sydney remained immobile for so long that he was almost ready to growl at her again. Finally, she began to get to her feet. Her shoulders were slumped, her eyes directed at the ground. Her movements were slow while she headed back in the direction of the alpha's mattress. Her path brought her past the two canines watching her. She became disgusted at the sight of their clear interest in her form.

She walked like a woman heading for the gallows, knowing there was no other way out of this situation. At this point, all she could do was try to minimalize the damage from whatever they did to her. From her open hand came the small spray bottle she had used on Hazard. He scoffed as he dismissively kicked it under a nearby dumpster.

Hazard followed close on her heels, walking past the smoldering remains of her bike. “Take your coverings off, or I will rip them off." Part of him wanted her to resist further just so he could see how strong-willed this female would prove to be.

“I'm doing what you said, damn it! J-Just...just give me a second."

It was almost a disappointment when she dipped her head and began to tug down the zipper on her jumpsuit. Hazard's curiosity was piqued, and he moved to sit back on his haunches. The darkened tip of his manhood poked out of his orange sheath.

The human wore simple, white coverings under her uniform. They clung tightly to her, emphasizing the swell of her chest. The very objects of Hazard's fascination were presented to him. He couldn't resist allowing his tongue to fall from his mouth. It joined in the mocking chorus of his friends. The larger males had stepped closer - but far enough not to raise the ire of Hazard - to watch the show.

It wasn't lost on Sydney that she had such a captivated audience before her. Her face had reddened, becoming as bright red as the veiny couple of inches that stuck free under Brick. She need only catch a glance of all three swollen sheaths. Three sets of eyes locked in place told her they were all curious about her form.

Her body shivered, but it wasn't from the cold. Her outer garments came off, tossed gingerly to the side to retrieve later. For a moment she hesitated, biting down on her lower lip.

“Keep going, human."

“I've...I've never shown anyone this part of me before."

“Do you think I care?" Hazard's teeth bared at her. “Take it off, or I tear it off. Better yet…" he smirked and glanced at Pound. “I could have my friend here do it...he despises humans."

Sydney grimaced at the copious amount of drool that was spilling from the manectric's tongue. It hadn't stopped glaring at her the entire time, something she had picked up on even while she stripped for them. Something told her she should be worried about him. He confirmed her thoughts when bolts of electricity danced off of his bright, white fangs.

She rose her eyes to the sky and took a deep breath. The men watched her reach back, grabbing the bonds that held up the garment covering her chest. When it came off and she tossed it towards her jumpsuit, the pokemon stared at her in amazement.

“So that's what they look like…" Hazard grumbled. He reveled in the way the human's embarrassment was written on her face. Her breasts were perky, a pale white that seemed out of place on her tanned body. They seemed to sway with every movement she made. She was conscientious about trying to hold them still. “Strange. Touch them, human."

“W-What?" She asked, shocked by his vulgar request.

“I want you to touch them. The males of your species are obsessed with these, are they not? I want to know why."

Sydney stared at him. She looked at him for mercy, for some hint that this was a joke. She saw nothing on his face that would hint he wasn't serious.

Pound almost stepped past Hazard to gain a better look. The manectric's panting began growing all the louder. Hazard snarled at him, but didn't draw him back; he couldn't blame him for his fascination with humans. The houndour could only imagine how he was treated while imprisoned.

“You fucking bastard…" Sydney said quickly. She was biting down even harder on her bottom lip, her hands trembling as she began to reach up. It was paramount that she avoid their gaze. She pressed her palms against the underside of her perky breasts, rubbing her fingers.

Hazard smirked in amusement. He didn't allow that little comment to slide by without recompense. “Human, it amuses me that you still try to put on such a show of confidence. Pound," he glanced at the manectric who stood up straighter, “why don't you take a closer look?"

The blue and yellow dog stared at him, not moving an inch from where he stood. Hazard knew he thought this was a test, a trick to get him in trouble. He, however, smirked and nodded his head in her direction.

“Consider it your reward for chasing her down. Human, sit down."

The fur on his back crackled with electricity while his excitement showcased itself. It was in haste that he raced to the side of the mattress, although his ears folded back when he came within a few feet of her. Old fears died hard, even in this situation.

Unlike Hazard, Sydney didn't have the luxury of being able to understand the electric canine. His head dipped lower, teeth bared at her when she continued to stand, defiant to Hazard's orders. A sharp, commanding bark from the alpha made Sydney wince.

“Pound has a tendency to release his electricity when he's angry. The longer you make him wait...well," a few bolts arced from the manectric's fur. It wordlessly proved the houndour's point.

Sydney's face twisted in outrage, signaling her reluctance with a loud huff. The canine had gotten close enough to her now that she could smell him. Unlike Hazard's smokey, almost charcoal odor the manectric's was more distinct. It had a sour odor to it, prominent and enough to make her nose curl up.

These larger canines had a more musky, masculine scent than their unevolved leader. It made her all the more unwilling to move down to his level, but she didn't resist for long. A small bolt of electricity arced off the manectric's back. It was barely strong enough to be seen but more than enough to warn her to comply. If that didn't convince her, the sight of those fangs in that slavering maw did a good job of it.

With a solemn groan, she moved and sat on the old mattress. “Just... don't let him bite. I'm doing what you wanted…" this she directed over his head, although she didn't meet the houndour's eyes, “please don't let him." Her voice cracked when Pound stepped forward. The fur on the tall canine's head brushed against the bottom of her chin.

Her hands clenched while she was unsure of what to expect. The first thing she felt was hot breath cascading over her breasts, bathing her fair skin in the humid cloud. A cold, wet nose jammed between them, sniffing eagerly all over. Pound, as his leader called him, was growling under his breath at her, warning her to try and stop him.

Bolts of electricity cascaded off of his mane. They were little more than sparks that fell to the ground around her feet. Her entire body shuddered when she felt a hot, slimy feeling trailing down her breasts. The drooling canine wasn't even trying to keep it in his mouth.

“Oh Arceus, this is so foul…" she whispered to herself. The licking didn't stop, even when she voiced her disapproval. She could see Hazard over the top of Pound's mane. The houndour was watching her, pure rapturous delight written on his face. The big lycanroc was whining at him, humping his hips against the air.

She yelped when the tongue suddenly passed over the entirety of her right tit. Whenever it touched, it left a long trail of sour saliva. It went right over her pink nipple, causing unexpected, unwanted pleasure. The emboldened canine licked her again, harder this time. His focus shifted to the underside of her right breast. There was no rhyme or reason to what he was doing, his actions were random and uncoordinated.

It was embarrassing. Humiliating to her. To think the first man she ever let touch her breasts was this sloppy, drooling mutt. She gathered that was Hazard's intent, to really rub it in that he had complete and utter control over her. Every time she moved, Pound would issue a deep warning growl to keep her still. A bark sounded from him, immediately causing the houndour to laugh.

“He says you humans aren't as scary as he thought. You should feel honored, you're helping him get over his fears." A sharp, desperate whine grated in his ears, making him wince as Brick pressed closer to him. The lycanroc hung five inches from his sheath. His dark red, veiny shaft pulsated, a bit of pre already dripping from the tip of it. Hazard scoffed at his impudence. “You cur...fine, enjoy her if you must."

The lycanroc barked in delight when given permission. He immediately bounded to the two figures on the mattress. He almost knocked over Sydney in his excitement. His nose joined the manectric's at her perky tits. He ignored the irked yips of the electric canine. He was far too intent on sniffing all over those drool covered breasts to care.

By now, Sydney's nipples had hardened under the constant assault by Pound's tongue. It wasn't her fault. His tongue left a tingling sensation wherever it passed. It causing her body to react against her will. She was already breathing fast, and that was before the dumb canine joined in. His forceful intrusion had set the manectric off and made him generate even more sparks. When one landed on her foot she yelped.

The rock type didn't need to worry about it, but Sydney certainly did. Her original paramour had become angered. He tried to shove the newcomer away, firing off even stronger bolts of electricity. The smell of ozone began to grow, and Sydney knew she needed to do something. It was that or incur the wrathful pokemon's painful shocks.

“Y-You can share me!" She stammered, forcing herself to choke out this degrading comment. “I...y-you can share, right? That's...what your leader said?" When she mentioned this, she ventured to look at the houndour. She almost shivered when she noticed how close he had gotten to them. “R-Right?

Hazard sat on his haunches a few feet from the other males, far enough out of reach of the sparks to not be worried. His front paw was running up and down the dark length that poked free of his orange sheath. It twitched and throbbed. His shaft glistened with the translucent pre that flowed in endless amounts. Hazard was coaxing more and more of his cock free with every pass of his paw. He would even go so far as to tease the large, low-hanging sac between his hind legs.

While the canine appeared rather thin, the more attention he bestowed on it caused it to thicken. It plumped up before Sydney's disgusted eyes. Every second it grew fatter and more intimidating.

The two canines paused, turning to look at her in a mixture of lust and suspicion. Pound, in particular, wasn't convinced. Brick's almost dazed, absent expression spoke volumes of his current state of mind. The musky odor of the two dogs was almost overpowering. It radiated from the dirty rock type's body in a rich, earthy odor that seemed out of place in the alleys. It almost made the manectric's sour scent seem desirable by comparison.

“Brick," the lycanroc shot up at his name, “why don't you show her what your favorite part of a bitch is?"

He gave the canine equivalent of a grin, nodding his head and jumping onto the mattress. There was a moment when Sydney caught a full look at his thin, bony cock hanging below his waist. The very next second Pound demanded her attention. The manectric pressed a firm paw on her thigh and waited. Only when she met his gaze did he lower his head back to her breasts.

She got the idea, he wanted her to watch him lick her. Even now, his eyes remained on her. The vibrations of his muzzle added another cursed layer of enjoyment to this. It made her lips quiver. The combination with his electrical shocks was enough to force a reluctant moan from her. Pound was smart enough to realize what had caused it, and he began to attack her hard nipples. He licked all over them, forcing her to moan once more for him.

That was when Brick's nose made an appearance. It made her yelp as it jammed right against the back of her panties. The loud, excitable sniffing of the canine wasn't lost on her. He was grinding his nose against her, enraptured by her natural scent. With wide eyes, she met the grinning face of Hazard, not even a foot away from her own.

“Do you like that?" He pondered, gazing at his subordinates with amusement. Brick had started to nip at her panties. His annoyance was growing at the stubborn garment that refused to come off easily. Hazard's sour breath filled her senses when he dipped his head, licking across the bottom of her chin. “Brick has a real fascination with a female's ass, always does. Hopeless. He'll never have pups like that."

Pound was mindful not to get in the houndour's way He even went so far as to pause in his motions. A curt nod from Hazard signaled he could continue, and he immediately went back at it. Even though he was still a bit more reserved than Brick was, he had begun to thrust his hips in the air. The manectric's shaft was a bright, golden yellow in coloration. It already appeared longer than the other males.

“Oh Arceus," Sydney gasped, “why...why are you doing this to me?"

Hazard cocked his head to the side. There was no quarter given, no opportunity to plead her case. With a long, slow swipe of his tongue across the human's soft lips, he gave a feral grin. “Because you're mine to do with as I please. You have been since you stepped foot in my territory."

A loud ripping filled the air when Brick finally managed to get his fangs in the infuriating garment. His method was straight forward, fulfilling Hazard's threat of ripping it off. He tossed his head to the side to remove the shredded remains from the source of his desire.

Sydney hadn't thought this could get worse. She was so wrong.

As soon as her perfect, pink slit was revealed to them, Hazard pressed a paw against it. There was no hair to protect it. She had found that any trace amounts of it around her groin would irritate her when she was riding her bike. She regretted shaving completely clear. She could have had at least some protection from the coarse, toughened paw pads of the lead dog.

“What is this?" Hazard demanded this of her, almost barking his laughter. “It's so...flat. There's nothing to it." He rubbed slowly, trailing his blunt claws against her lips. When she shuddered for him, he murred in approval and rubbed a little faster. “It's so...pink. There's no fur, nothing to protect it…"

Brick was jamming his nose between her asscheeks, pushing her even closer to the canines in front of her. Her tits were a drool-slickened mess. She was actually starting to pant from overstimulation. She couldn't help it, the manectric was getting to her, torturing her with that tongue. Things were made all the worse when Brick's cold, wet nose found its target.

A shiver ran through Sydney when he ground it against her tight rosebud. Her scent was very appealing to the rock pokemon, if his actions were any indication. His tail was wagging frantically, constantly cocked up in a show of happiness. His hips never stopped bucking against the air. From her position, she couldn't see what he was doing, but she could feel it. The hot, wet tongue that lashed out against her rear entrance was a constant, teasing threat.

Hazard had begun to rub her slit faster, tormenting her with his insistence on touching every part of her. He realized she made a strange expression whenever his paw brushed against the top of her cunny. and he made a point of focusing on this region. “Is this something you enjoy, human? Are you going to moan for me?" He whispered to her, his nose pressing against her tender neck. Her scent was enough to make his mouth water. The human's overloaded senses were producing a ripe scent of arousal he couldn't ignore. “Go ahead, moan for me…"

“No...no…" She tried to speak without the stammer her voice had developed, but it had gotten so hard. Her breasts felt tender, almost raw from the manectric's persistent attention to them. He was torturous in its actions, making her quake and tremble for him. The tongue against her rear entrance disgusted her. It made her stomach churn at how eagerly he was lathering it up with his saliva. The worst was that paw, that tormenting touch that sent tremors of desire down her spine.

Sydney had never gone all the way with a man. It had been one of those things she had always shied away from, having never felt the right man she wanted to do it with. There were those she had allowed to touch her with their hands. She wasn't completely oblivious to the pleasures her own body could give her. He was meticulous. It was a sharp contrast to the wild, uncontrollable nature of his companions. She got the feeling right away that if she didn't give in, he would spend as much time as he had to to get his way.

“Are you sure? I can see it in your face. I can smell how wet you're getting…my paw already feels soaked." He smirked at her and a moment later ran his tongue across her tender cheek. It was...enrapturing to see a powerful female rendered so powerless. His companions may have been dullards with no visions of greater glories than a full stomach. That didn't mean they didn't have their uses. “I can see you trying to hold it all back...there's no shame in giving in, you know."

He leaned closer, watching her, never letting her growing weakness slip. It was in the way her jaw twitched, her face bloomed with redness as the tip of one of his blunt claws teased her clit. He had no clue what this part of human anatomy was, but it seemed to be driving her wild.

“You are a female. Arceus intended for you to be bred" Sharp teeth flashed in the early morning sunlight before he nipped at her neck. It was little more than a love bite. It soaked her skin in a wet splash of canine saliva built up from his own malicious provocations.

The reward for his actions came with a shuddering breath from Sydney. She moaned for him, the sound loud in the tight confines of their alley home. Brick and Pound's ears perked up at the sound she made, their licking momentarily halting. Even Hazard paused in his touches. His shoulders tensed up, making what small muscles his body possessed tighten.

“You have five seconds to get away from my bitch."

For all his intellect and cunning Hazard was still an animal at his core. Hearing her weaken for him, announce her pleasure in such a vocal way was more than he could take. His eyes bore deep into her own, the mattress shifting from Brick and Pound scurrying away. They knew better than to risk the aroused canine's wrath.

Sydney was aghast with herself, disgusted that her body could betray her in such a cruel way. Before she could voice her opposition, however, Hazard had struck.

The dirty mattress creaked when her back collided with it once more. The sudden impact made her grunt with exertion. Two dirty paws pressed down on her shoulders, making sure she couldn't get back up. Hazard's muzzle had immediately dug into her sensitive neck. His loud snorting and sniffling overpowered her whimpers of dismay.

She could feel him. The hot, slick groove of his shaft was grinding against her lower belly. Every time his hips twitched she would feel it rubbing against her even harder. It taunted her with the promise of what was to come. Hazard didn't hold back. It was an unconventional position, but one he found himself rather intrigued by.

This way, he could look into the eyes of the human when he claimed her.

“I hope you are ready," he whispered to her, “we're going to breed, human." The canine couldn't resist digging his teeth into her tender skin. It was little more than a love bite, a display of dominance that was enough to get her trembling for him. Nothing made him feel more powerful than this moment.

Years of oppression and resentment at the hands of humans were all coming to a head. His hips began to adjust, guiding his tip into the crook of her legs with clumsy, unfamiliar motions. His human was whimpering for him, whispering some desperate pleas for him to stop. He wasn't going to listen, not now. Not when he had his pack watching him, greedy eyes reflecting their desire to take her away from him.

His hackles raised and he snarled at them, casting them a few steps back and making Sydney fall silent for a moment. Flames licked at his chops, accompanied by a few drops of hot drool that splashed on the human's neck. The buzzing in his ears was back. It was the serenade of a hundred beedrills in a grand swarm that stole his rational thought.

When his tip finally found purchase against a tight, wet entrance, his body went into motion.

Hazard tilted his head back and howled in victory, silencing the cry of pain from his chosen mate. His thick, dark cock spread her walls around him, forcing her to accept the canine prick against her will. He felt a faint sense of resistance, his tip jabbing against something within her that tried in vain to stop him. Then he was through it. That he was the first male inside of her wouldn't register with the feral beast. There was only one need radiating through his mind.

The need to fuck. To claim a bitch, spread his seed.

He needed only to thrust a few times before he found himself bottoming out in her. His heavy, orange balls smacked against her upturned ass. It sent a lewd slapping noise through the alleys. The enraptured canine's eyes met her own, his stubbed tail flagging as high as it could go in dominance. There was no opportunity for her to adjust to it, he wouldn't let her keep him from getting exactly what he wanted.

Hazard's hips yanked back, jarring the poor human below him and drawing a cry from deep in her chest. Her breasts were flattened by the weight of the canine. He could feel the hard press of her nipples against his coarse fur, a teasing touch that made him shudder. It was unintentional, but the rough grinding against her drew a small sense of pleasure out of her. The best part for him was the way she glared at him, so much rage and fear mixing into a beautiful glimpse of submission.

Never before did he ever dream of seeing a human left reduced to nothing more than his toy. It was addictive.

Exerting control over the creatures of the alley was nothing compared to this. His hips were rocking, setting the old springs squeaking from the fierce motion.

His fat cock glided effortlessly along her walls. For as much as she didn't want to admit it, all the attention her breasts had been getting had aroused her. Even before Brick dug his nose between her ass cheeks, she had been ready. It was aided by the hot, slick squirts of pre the houndour was releasing. It had been a few weeks since his last mating session. The canine pokemon was accustomed to getting off frequently and had a lot to give.

He had a lot to give the human, and he punctuated each thrust with a low, deep snarl. His eyes held none of the intelligence they had before. Only a feral cunning remained that told Sydney that this was just a wild beast.

Hazard felt her hands moving to his hips. Her fingers trembled as she tried to halt his machine-gun thrusts. They came nonstop, making his balls slap against her ass so hard it was almost painful for him. Her face had begun to flush for him, the corners of her mouth twitching.

Still, she never looked away from his eyes. He held her transfixed, reminding her that her first time was with a dog. A dirty, alley canine that had forced her to submit to him.

The swell of his knot was starting to slip free of his sheath. The thick glands grew larger each time they bounced against her wet pussy. He was incessant, rinding the thick orb against her tauntingly. Some part of his cruel intellect shone through in his desire to leave her fearful of it.

His large tongue fell from his mouth, the sour canine breath billowing over her face. His movements were becoming more erratic. His desperation led to them becoming less dignified. He needed this, to feel himself buried in her entirety.

The human moaned for him so suddenly that he was knocked for a loop. He stopped mid-thrust, cold and calculating, watching her with judgemental eyes. It came with a tight squeeze, a pleasant sensation that made him rumble gratefully. She looked away from him in shame when she saw how he was judging her.

It registered with him quickly that there was a spot his pointy, tapered tip had managed to jab against in her. He gave a few experimental thrusts, searching for this spot. Sydney realized what he was doing and started up her desperate cries. It was futile trying to dissuade him from his search. Her fingers dug deep into his furry haunches while she began pulling back in a futile attempt to stop him.

Another moan, louder this time, let him know he had found the right spot. His prick grazed it, before he ground hard against it. It was worth stopping his mad thrusts just so he could feel how she was squeezing him. Like a true bitch, his female pushed her hips against him. Her body had betrayed her, the shame on her face enough to tell him that.

He capitalized on it. His hips ground in small, slow circles against her groin. The desperate attempt to get off was fading away, replaced by a desire to see her squirm for him. When the beedrills in his head began to quiet down - if only slightly - he released his bared fangs and snarled at her.

“What is this, human?"

“Stop…"

“You're squeezing me. I doubt I can pull out."

He spoke smoothly, commanding in tone even with the vile act he was forcing upon her. It wasn't difficult for him to keep up this controlling face. The only thing sweeter than breeding a female was forcing them to beg for it.

“Please, stop!"

“You're so wet," he growled at her, “I can feel how wet my balls are getting. You little slut…"

She began to speak and then quickly thought better of it. Her eyes squeezed shut, only for them to shoot back open when a bark sounded out mere inches from her face.

“Look at me when I'm talking to you!"

Sydney shrunk below him. Moments later, she gasped when a rough thrust caused his tip to slam against her g-spot. She couldn't hold it back; it was so good. The firm grasp she had on his hips faltered slightly, and that was enough for Hazard.

He fell upon her, lapping madly at her neck and going right back to his unhinged thrusts. This time, every movement he made was specifically aimed at this sensitive spot in her. It drove him wild, no female had ever cried out such a beautiful song of pleasure and reluctance. No female had ever gripped him so tightly, making it seem like he couldn't pull out even if he wanted to.

It was enrapturing. His paws moved from her shoulders and pressed into the mattress. It gave him a much better base to thrust downwards. The canine was small, but he was strong, and he showcased it when he began to lift her hips into the air.

Sydney was past the point of resisting him. Her hands drifted back up, falling upon the canine's lower back to hold him for dear life. The heat radiating off of him was almost unbearable. It was centered through his burning hot, fire-type shaft. She almost thought she was going to spontaneously combust from his urgency.

The sound of panting mixed in with the wild, wet slap of his hips against her ass was all she could hear.

Sharp nips and stinging pain radiated through her neck. It served to remind her that at any moment her bestial 'lover' could bite. This didn't seem nearly as threatening as the knot colliding with her wet slit.

Hazard was forcing his full weight into it now. He made her grunt with the exertion, nearly bending her legs over her shoulders in his haste to breed. His paws moved to grasp around her hips as best he could. The blunt claws grasping and scratching her drew cries out of his mate that he ignored.

It was all coming to a head when he felt one more particularly tight squeeze. It was accompanied by a tormented, pleasured moan. The rush of liquid that sprayed out around his shaft, coating his groin in feminine fluids told her that he had won.

He had forced a human to cum for him. He had bred one into submission.

The surge of vindicated euphoria drove him to the breaking point. His head tilted back and he howled once more, laying dominion over this woman. With one final thrust, he jammed his swollen knot against her entrance. He put the entirety of his strength and weight into it. There was a moment where it seemed it wouldn't fit, that she would simply be too tight to take him.

At the slightest sensation of yielding, however, he shifted his weight against her.

Seconds later, he felt her engulf him. The human cried out in pain and discomfort at having such a large object shoved in her. It was made all the worse when he began to swell, but her humiliation didn't end there.

The first twitch of his cock signaled his climax. His balls pulled tight to his groin before the first hot, thick spray of dog semen burst into her. It was incredibly warm, making her jerk her hips and yelp when the fat knot refused to tug free of her.

Hazard snarled at her, baring his fangs to keep her still. His flanks were shaking. A few desperate thrusts of his hips accompanied the steady spurts that painted her walls. Exhausted, his dark fur coated with a thin layer of sweat from exertion, he dropped onto her. His full weight made her grunt when she was forced to hold it up, both human and pokemon left gasping for air.

The two of them fell still, at least for the moment. Sydney's eyes were wide, staring up at the sky in disbelief. Every few moments she would shiver as more slick houndour seed shot into her.

Hazard almost wished he could actually breed her. He wished he could see her belly swelling with his pups.

That would have been a fitting role for the human.

“Good...bitch…" Hazard growled. He didn't get so much as a word out of her, and he simply grunted in confirmation. It didn't matter to him if she spoke at this point; he knew he had won. Rendering this woman a sweating, trembling mess was so satisfying. More than anything he had ever accomplished in his life.

He didn't know how long he was stuck in her. All he knew was that he would try and pull out of her occasionally. It usually elicited a grunt of discomfort from his new bitch. She was squeezing him so tightly, intentionally or not, he did not care. It drained him, drew so much out of him that he was almost winded.

His tongue lavished her neck in soft, gentle laps. It ran along the indentation of fang marks he left in her skin. They were noticeable, but only if you were looking for him. He hadn't wanted to risk biting too deeply into her. If he had been on her back, he wouldn't have tempered himself like this. As it was, he was shocked he had managed to maintain such a level of control in his 'other' state.

“You're a good bitch."

Sydney didn't respond. Her face reddened and she glanced away from him. Immediately, her lip curled up, and Hazard followed her gaze.

Pound and Brick were standing close by. Both had been semi-patiently waiting their turn. The scent of sex was heavy in the air, enough to keep them as hard as a rock. Pound had still maintained an air of nervousness, but his fear of humans had greatly subsided. Brick, ever the dumb mutt he was, simply stared at her with his tongue hanging out. A puddle of drool had formed around his front paws that was impressively large for a rock type.

Hazard rolled his eyes and snorted. “Alright, bitch. It's time for you to release me." He tugged back, drawing a yelp from her and groaning under his breath. His knot had gone down in size, enough that with another determined tug of his hips, he slipped free of her.

He caught Sydney staring as inch after inch of fat, black dog cock pulled free of her. It was swollen, the veins standing out prominently as it dangled between his hind legs. The departure was accompanied by a gush of his potent essence. The pearly white fluid gushed out of her, leaving one in the many stains that covered his mattress.

The houndour snorted and took a few steps away. His limbs betrayed him, left him almost wobbly. He hadn't expected this to take so much out of him. The two canines stepped closer and this time, he didn't rebuke them.

Sydney seemed to realize what was happening and she gasped. Like Hazard, the afterglow of their fierce breeding had left her panting for breath. She had only the strength to roll onto all fours in an attempt to get up.

This proved to be a mistake. A heavy weight landed on her back, accompanied by a low, excited whine in her ear. By the prodding of a hard rock against the back of her neck, she could tell the lycanroc had mounted her. His weight pinned her against the mattress, allowing her no opportunity to get away from him.

Hazard's eyes met her for a moment, the smirk of amusement burning away the last of her pride. His pack mates had been forced to hold back their desires for long enough. The houndour vanished from her sight when Pound stepped in front of her. His eyes burned with a fiery fury that rivaled his alpha. Electricity crackled from his pelt that was strong enough to make her hair stand on end.

The thrusting, probing tip of the lycanroc ran along her ass crack. The dumb mutt was whimpering in her ear. It almost sounded affectionate in his desperation to find her entrance. She was so slick with the houndour's seed. Every time his tapered tip ran along her wet pussy, it would slide away before it could find purchase.

While he did this, Pound had moved closer. He sniffed at her face, watching her cautiously. It took her by surprise when he licked at her, running his tongue slowly across her lips. The action left a light sheen of saliva coating her mouth, made her grimace and try to squeeze her jaw shut. It was bad enough, but what was about to happen was even worse.

The joyful bark in her ear made her freeze. She felt the tapered tip grinding against an entrance. She wasn't lucky enough to have it be her pussy, however. The canine had seemingly found his favorite hole, the one he had so diligently lapped at earlier.

Hazard smirked and chuckled as he watched this. From the way the human's teeth gritted tightly together, her face a mask of horror. The way Pound had begun a desperate lapping all over her mouth. Finally to Brick's jubilation as he began to push forward.

Sydney cried out loudly, even louder than she had for Hazard. Brick wasn't fast, but he was firm and unyielding. He didn't stop pushing into her, any resistance he felt forcing him to put even more strength behind it. Unlike Hazard, he never stopped vocalizing his happiness in her ear.

She closed one eye and groaned, trying to withstand the forced stretch she was receiving. Pound had drawn away from her mouth and was glancing at her, seemingly thinking of something. He stepped forward, dancing on his hind paws before he jumped upwards.

Brick yelped and had to tug back when the manectric mounted her from the front. It made him thrust a little deeper, drawing another gasp from his human mate. He gripped her even tighter than Hazard had as if worried he might have her taken away before he was finished.

The manectric's hard, yellow prick ground against her soft cheeks. Rubbing and searching, it looked for a tight hole to bury itself in. He stood tall and proud over his once feared adversary. His tip smeared warm, static-charged pre along her lips in an obscenely mocking motion.

Sydney tried to clamp her mouth shut against it. She tried to keep the petulant dog out. She was disgusted by the mere thought of taking something so foul in her mouth. One more firm, rough push from Brick made her defenses falter. The lycanroc had bottomed out in her tight ass, his eyes glazing over from his enjoyment.

Pound took his chance at once. Ever opportunistic, he was always watching and waiting for the right moment to strike.

Before she could stop him, Sydney felt the thin, yellow shaft pressed into her mouth. Her initial reaction was to gag, her teeth hovering for a moment over it. The urge to bite down was immediately squashed at the thought of the aftermath that would cause.

When Brick began to tug his hips back, she simply whimpered to herself. There was no other option but to comply with them. She was reluctant as she tightened her lips around Pound's cock.

The two males began to move roughly, swinging her back and forth between them. There was no attempt at cooperation, no sense of comradery. It was a desperate attempt by each male to bury themselves as deep as possible.

Sydney was quickly given a crash course in sucking cock. Pound didn't suffer having to keep a single inch out of her mouth. He drove it in all the way to the swelling knot, practically making her 'kiss' the swollen orb. The sound and sensation of her gagging forced a doggy grin on his face. With his balls grinding against her lower chin, there was nothing for her to see but his fuzzy crotch.

Brick had begun a slow, methodic humping. He seemed to be at least slightly mindful that this was her first time with anything up her ass. Whether he was doing it out of goodwill or it was simply his style remained to be seen.

The pain and discomfort of the slow ass fucking was still there, of course. It was numbed in part by the distraction of a cock buried in her throat. It made her eyes water while she tried to retain some sense of dignity. With her hands firmly planted on the mattress, she was pushed forward with each of Brick's thrusts.

She could sense movement, but she couldn't see what it was. A cold, wet nose prodding against her ear followed by a bemused growl told her all she needed to know.

“I wish you knew how you looked right now," the voice whispered. “Buried under two mangy sacks of fur and bones…how does it feel? I suppose your mouth is too full to answer."

There came a rather cool, amused sneer before she felt the thick, rough paw pad sliding slowly down her leg. It made her groan around the choking cock in her mouth when she realized what he was searching for.

Her eyes fluttered when his paw landed right above her wet pussy. It was low enough to be out of the way of Brick's swinging balls. Hazard teased and tormented her poor clit, amused by her reaction. It was still so intensely sensitive after her earlier climax.

“Breathe through your nose. Relax your throat. Pound won't stop until he has his knot in you."

The words of 'encouragement' helped, if only a little. In her panicked state of mind, she hadn't even considered this as an option. She took in deep, panicked breathes through her nose, only to grimace. The rank odor of the canine's unwashed groin was burning her sinuses.

“That's it…"

The paw began to rub in small, slow circles. It taunted her, drawing out whimpers that she wished she could silence. Hazard was well aware of what he was doing, delighting in how he was able to torment her.

Brick had been wary of his alpha's paw at first. Whatever he was doing, however, seemed to make her rear entrance all the tighter for him to enjoy. He barked appreciatively and gripped her upper hips, roughly drawing her under him. It ensured his knot slapped against her puckered ass with every thrust.

Pound's thick drool had begun to splatter in Sydney's hair. The electric type stood tall and proud over her, doing little more than rocking his hips forward and back. He wanted to savor this, the moment when he truly conquered his fear of humans. That her throat flexed and rippled around him meant little to nothing to him. He was confident she would learn how to take it.

Sydney was driven to the brink of losing herself from all the stimulation she was receiving. From the talented houndour's rubbing to the thick cock jamming so deeply up her ass. To her disgust, she couldn't deny there was some perverse pleasure that arose from the sensation. Having something so large in her should have been revolting. That the pain had begun to fade made it a little easier to handle.

Warm drool ran from the corners of her mouth. A tingling sensation arose whenever the warm squirts of manectric pre hit the back of her throat. He was force-feeding it to her, making sure not a drop was wasted. The threatening bulge of his knot collided with her lips once again. It served as a reminder of just what was about to happen.

She had barely been able to suffer one knot. To have two of them bouncing off of opposite ends of her terrified her beyond belief. She tried to steel herself for it, even forcing herself to squeeze her ass as tightly as she could around Brick. This elicited a happy bark and a warm, sloppy lick across the back of her neck. She assumed he thought she was doing it merely for his pleasure, she might as well have been.

Hazard's touch got stronger when he noticed Brick's thrusts becoming more difficult. He growled in her ear, silently threatening her.

“You're not getting out of this, bitch. You're going to remember this day. When you took a knot in every hole you have. You'll remember this," he barked roughly, “you'll remember when you became a true bitch. And you'll always want more." With a shrewd bark directed at the lesser males, he jammed his paw against her clit.

His command to finish up elicited whimpers from both boys. Still, they knew better than to disobey. Their rather leisurely thrusts became more determined. Both males leaned closer over the female. Hazard's paw never skipped a beat. He relished the way her hot slit twitched under his paw, and he attacked it with a furious grinding motion.

“Give in, take it all. This is where you belong."

The words echoed in her ears. It was all she could hear before the thick knot slammed against her ass and popped in. She grunted loudly when Brick suddenly yanked it back out of her, rendering her mind blank. As soon as it disappeared, it was once more pressed into her, this time growing too large to pull back out.

The knot bouncing off her lips became more incessant. The threatening crackle of electricity warned her to comply. She was left whining loudly when he began to force it in. There was no chance for her to resist. She heard the warning growl when her teeth grazed it, and just like that it landed on her tongue. It flattened it against the bottom of her mouth, forcing her to taste every inch of the veiny orb.

Seconds later, both males let out their own victorious howls. Almost in sync with the other, they began to fill her. Brick's cum was easily the thickest of the three males, incredibly sticky as well. Pound's was more watery. It conducted small tingling sensations of electricity that seemed to numb her throat. It also dulled her gag reflex, taking away some of the discomfort she was feeling.

Sydney was not left out of this finale. Hazard had been whispering in her ear. Taunting words, provocative taunts. One of his blunt claws had begun circling her clit, teasing the sensitive little bud. He finally pressed it firmly against it, practically flattening it. It sent pain mixed with pleasure coursing through her.

Sydney came.

With a knot buried in her ass and another in her throat. With two dirty alley dogs jetting hot semen into her, she came. Her juices coated Hazard's paw, practically squirting out of her from her excitement. Her toes curled from the sensation and she moaned loud and deep around Pound's cock. Her eyes opened for the briefest of moments, rolling heavenwards.

Time seemed to move slowly after this.

She felt a tugging on her anal entrance. The gentle whimpering of Brick voiced his discomfort at the position. He danced around on his hind legs before throwing one of them over her back. It was a motion that surprised her, especially when he tugged forward to complete the tie. Immediately, the flow of his seed became much stronger in her, and the dog vocalized his comfort. It was accompanied by the happy wagging of his fluffy tail along her lower back.

Her eyes widened when she heard Pound growl and begin tugging as well. The thought of what was about to happen hit her, before the manectric turned and did the same. He tossed his own leg over her head, forcing her to stare at his tight, yellow tail hole as he completed his own tie. The acrid scent of canine musk coming straight from the source burned her nose. It was all she could smell in this position, especially when his tail draped over her head.

Sensation came back to her when she realized Hazard hadn't stopped rubbing her. He had fallen silent, but he was still insisting on pleasuring her overworked body. The two dogs moved down into sitting positions with the human locked between them. Until their knots went down, she was trapped.

During that time, she was drawn to two more climaxes by Hazard. The houndour was clearly learning. He was testing her, using the best methods to his advantage. Learning just how a human's pussy deferred from a canine's spade.

It was all things his fantastic mind would remember. All things he would plan on using in the future.

He eventually grew bored of her after his movements began to elicit no response, and he huffed as he pulled away. His attention was instead turned towards the scattered food that littered the ground. He left the pile of fur and skin to their own devices, instead moving on to feast on what had been stolen from the courier.

Although not at all unpleasant, he had to admit he hadn't been expecting things to go so successfully. It made him wonder just how grand of ideas he could accomplish if he truly put his mind to it. With a grin and a watchful eye on the female, he planned while he ate the best meal he had enjoyed in years.

Time passed, and as soon as the two men were able to tug their knots out of her, he began to approach her. The human was a sweaty, cum-covered mess. She seemed confused, out of place. Her face reeked of Pound's musky odor, something the manectric seemed very pleased with.

Hazard ventured to lower his head towards her face, his eyes locked on her own. Initially, he seemed put off by the scent of the other dog's musk. His teeth bared in a small grin, and he gave a quick lick to her cheek.

“Get out of here, bitch. Remember...we'll be waiting for you."

He watched the human slowly beginning to get up, practically dragging herself. Her hips were covered in scratch marks and white dog cum flowed freely from both of her well-fucked holes. With the back of her hand, she wiped some of the drool away from her lips, stunned into silence by what had happened to her.

For his part, Hazard simply watched her gather her clothing. It was still mercifully intact from her compliant nature. That didn't mean she was happy she had submitted. She dressed herself, minus the panties Brick had torn. Her bra hung from Pound's fangs, leaving no doubt she wasn't going to get it back. With one last glance at her ruined bike, she began to stumble towards the alleyway. She needed to use one hand to brace herself on the wall.

Quite pleased with himself, Hazard returned to his plans.

It had been a week since the female had entered his domain. Hazard waited in the middle of the alleyway. He didn't need his companions at this point. They were off gathering supplies, things he would need in the coming months.

The sound of spokes and wheels on the asphalt made his ears perk up, but he didn't move from where he was sitting. The familiar sight of that orange uniform made him smirk. Despite himself, his tail began to wag back and forth.

Sydney saw him and she faltered for the briefest of moments. She stood up on her new bicycle, all bright chrome and lacquer paint, staring at him with wide, fearful eyes.

Hazard simply smirked at her. He knew the tip of his black cock was pushing free of his sheath, and he was well aware that the human could see it as well.

The conflicted look on her face grew stronger when she stepped free of her bike, kicking the stand down as she did so. She took a step towards him, and then another, her hands drifting to the front of her jumpsuit.

Hazard licked his chops when she began to pull the zipper down. He had found himself eager to see the tight outline of her breasts. The swell of her nipples was obvious. It led him to believe she wasn't wearing her undergarments; it seemed she had learned well.

He had known she would be back. It had been the look in her eyes, the desperation and the desire to keep being used. Having a taste of submitting a canine could only leave a much deeper want. Something that nothing else could satisfy. He had known she wouldn't stop using the alleys. It meant she would have to pay a toll, allow the king to use her as he saw fit.

"It's about time you returned." He spoke in a commanding tone towards her. "Are you ready to be bred again? Tell me, bitch. Tell me what you want."

"I..." The woman swallowed, her face filling with shame. He wished he knew what the human was thinking. He would have killed to know how much she wanted him. "I...want to be...bred..."

"Take your clothes off. Get on all fours and present for alpha."

While Sydney undressed for him, Hazard began to approach her. His head held high, the faint buzz of beedrills in his ears added a sense of urgency to his movements.

Sydney was the first human he had made his bitch. She certainly wouldn't be the last.