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“Hey folks out there watching! You're on with the Hoenn Huntress!"

Fallen leaves cracked under Dorey Hearne's feet as she walked through the sparse undergrowth that had sprung up since the last time she was here. The strap of a shotgun was tossed over one of her shoulders, pulled taut against her back. In her free hand she had her pokenav directed at her face, the flashing red light indicating that her stream was live. Using her forward-facing camera, she was able to gauge the number of watchers she had. It was only a few dozen, but not bad for an unscheduled start time. The chatbox next to her video recording was already alive with commentators.

The air was crisp, carrying a hint of a chill that signaled autumn's arrival. This was always her favorite time of the year when she could get her license approved to hunt the Sawsbuck that roamed the island. It was also her most lucrative season, viewers from all over – supporters and detractors alike – flooded her stream to watch the controversial sport.

It was her third year in a row hunting here. In the spring she would come to fish the migratory schools of fish pokemon. It was also considered a trapping season for the smaller game. It was incredibly boring compared to when she was actually able to use her hunting skills.

Located a few miles off Hoenn's east coast, the Altera Islands were considered pristine wilderness. Immaculate, far from the reach of common trainers that would seek to turn it into another safari zone, it was considered an exclusive property with only one purpose. Big game hunting. There were naysayers that would criticize hunters like her, but she operated completely within the confines of the law.

Being a trainer had never held sway with her; that vagabond lifestyle seemed so unappealing. Hunting pokemon was considered detestable on most continents; places like the Altera Islands were only able to exist due to the feral nature of their inhabitants. Generations of wild pokemon had been born, lived, and died on this island, most of them never encountering a human.

“I haven't had the chance to check-in today, been making sure my lures and stands are all still standing." Her face flickered in amusement when she noticed a few hate messages in the chat, filtered by the streaming service's strict guidelines about harassment. People always needed to voice their opinions. “Those of you that have been with the show for a while know that last year, we weren't able to bag anything, well we're going to change that this time."

The silence of the woods around her was a comfort, reminding her that while she may have had so many people watching her online, she was still alone. The stress of modern life all faded away when she was out here; the sense of anonymity took all her stress away. That she was probably the only human on the island at the time never worried her.

Most people would never have guessed the young adult's occupation. She was tall, long-legged with tanned skin that had the hints of sunburn along her neck and cheeks. Her time spent outdoors had given her a lean form, her biceps bulging with ropey muscle that showed through her orange hunting jacket. For a woman of twenty years old, she was in the best shape of her life.

“We've made some alterations to the campsite since last time, let's go check them out!" The path she was on had narrowed at the base of a large hill, the foliage growing further apart. It was a crucial vantage point, and she exhaled slowly as she started the long slog up the steep hillside. “As usual, when I first got here, I doused the perimeter with Silph Co. Max Repel. Remember! 'If you can't beat them, repel them with Silph!'" She shot her best grin at the camera, hoping her benefactors had caught that product placement.

The travel out here, the rental of the land, and her hunting pass weren't cheap. Shilling out to large corporations was the only way she could pay for her travels. It might not have been the most prestigious job, but it paid the bills.

The campsite at the top of the hill was considered her own private plot, leased from the owners of the island with the purchase of her license. It was surrounded with large, gray stones dug up from the forest, keeping a perimeter for what alterations she could make to the area. It was spacious, with a tall oak tree growing out of the center of it next to a metal fire circle. Off to one side stood a small, wooden platform on which she had set up her tent.

Coming from a short distance down the hill, she could hear the loud hum of her generator, a long extension cord running to her tent. Camping was fun, but electricity was what made being out here for a week on her phone possible.

“Now, as you can see, I finally finished the perimeter I was setting up, and we managed to get the new genny installed. Not going to have my camera die this time!"

Dorey smiled at her image on the stream, the crystal-clear picture enhancing the curvature of her nose, her high cheekbones accentuated nicely. It was always a lot of work getting herself camera ready, but it was worth it. Her fan club always seemed to appreciate it. Her long, blond hair was tied up in a ponytail to keep it out of her face, looking almost golden in the late afternoon sunlight.

When she first started the steam, she had used a secondhand pokenav that lagged constantly. As her renown had grown, she had managed to upgrade all of her gear at one time or another. Hunting had become less of a matter of survival. It had been years since she had to start a fire with two sticks or filter water without technological assistance.

“I'm sorry, just gotta say. Isn't the picture on the Devon Corporation's Mark-Six Pokenav beautiful? It's so sturdy, yet so light, sometimes I forget I'm even holding it!" Her shit-eating grin never faltered for a second, even when she looked back to her campsite. The work of an influencer could certainly be gaudy.

As she walked into her camp, she turned and propped her shotgun against the base of the oak tree. Carved into the word were her initials, a late-night attempt to lay claim to the vast wilderness. “Now guys, later tonight I'm going to go over the recipe for some of my favorite campfire recipes. You won't want to miss that! For now, I need to get some work done, I'll see you all later!" She signaled the end of her stream with a friendly wave before reaching for the end button.

She hesitated briefly when she saw a slew of questions popping up, her finger hovering just over the button. “No. I haven't seen Captain yet, this year." Her smile widened into a grin, “guess he finally found out who the boss is, huh? Probably hiding somewhere with his tail between his legs."

It always amused her when she could take the time to look over the chat, to see just how many different types of people tuned in. Even when she came across the occasional hate messages, she had to laugh. Their attempts to dissuade her from her hunt was just increasing her ad revenue and making it possible for her to maintain trips. The soft-hearted trainers back at home might not have had the stomach for this, but a certain type of morbid curiosity always hung over them.

The view from the top of the hill allowed her to look across the vast expense of forest that surrounded the hill. From here she could see the western shoreline, rocks jutting up from the bay forming a natural barrier against the surf.

It had taken a while to find someone willing to bring her here. Most of the other hunters that used this land were able to afford their own private vessels; there was a dock on the eastern shore for these privileged individuals.

Her smile faltered once she finally managed to drop her guard, and she groaned as she moved towards the firepit. She was exhausted, her shoulders were sore, and her feet hurt from the new boots she had to wear. As soon as she sat against the base of the tree, she pulled her boots down and tossed them aside. That was one thing she regretted endorsing. Although it may not have seemed like it to anyone looking in, this job could be exhausting.

The captain of the boat had surprised her the day before. Their plans changed; their departure had been moved up a week. While her hunting license was approved for this time period, she still had to drop a lot in order to make it on time. She had gotten to Mossdeep Port at three that morning and hadn't managed to get any sleep on the ship.

With a sigh, she grabbed a long stick from beside the tree and jabbed it into the glowing ashes at the bottom of the firepit. She had started it hours ago while she was still debating whether to patrol her hunting ground. By now it had mostly burnt out, sparks shooting upwards as she tossed in a few logs gathered from earlier in the day. Every jab of the poker stick fanned the flames, kicking them up to devour the dry material she had thrown over them.

While Dorey gazed across the treetops below her, she couldn't help but think of Captain and her previous encounters with him. It was certainly a 'him', she had seen the anatomy that marked him as such. She still remembered the first time she had met the wolf-like pokemon.

Her first time on the island – three years ago now - she had been hunting Sawsbuck with nothing to show for it. Still a bit naïve to the experience of hunting such big animals, she was out of her element and struggling. With a lucky shot she had managed to wound one of the larger bucks as it fled from her. Hours of tracking the blood trail through the forest had finally brought her to a clearing where the pokemon's still form lay. She had quickly discovered she wasn't the first one to find her target.

Unlike pokemon on the mainland, Captain was of a different breed. A mightyena. He had torn into the sawsbuck she had shot, satisfying his hunger in a fashion that nearly made Dorey lose her lunch. She had shut her stream down as soon as she saw him for fear that the gory scene might be enough to get her demonetized. With shotgun in hands, she had directed the barrel towards the feral pokemon.

He had his back turned to her at this moment, his tail partially raised in a signal of aggression. His balls were as large as apples, hanging low and giving her the first impression that he was an alpha of his species. He was a large beast, broad-shouldered with scars from a lifetime of battles dotting his coat

She recalled stepping on a stick, the resounding snap that echoed through the still forest causing the mightyena's ears to shoot upwards. DOrey could hear the growl that rumbled in his chest, the vicious sound of an old man that took offense at having his dinner ruined.

His single eye had landed on her when he turned towards her, his gray muzzle reflecting his age flecked with red. His ugly, yellow fangs bared at her. The right eye of the pokemon had been damaged in a fight long ago and was sealed shut. Three perpendicular slashes ran from just below his ear and down his muzzle, ending at his nose. Time had seemed to run still as they examined each other, both intensely aware of whatever movements the other made.

The look of anger on his face had devolved into cold curiosity when he stepped towards her and she made no effort to run. With her shotgun protecting her, she felt certain she could hold her ground. This seemed to confuse the old pokemon; unlike every other creature on the island, this strange, hairless animal didn't fear him.

Time seemed to pass slowly, neither hunter willing to give up an inch. Dorey had gotten the impression that he was judging her, examining her for some understanding of just what she was.

With a grunt, he finally turned and trotted off into the forest, leaving Dorey with one last look at his low-hanging sac before disappearing. The encounter had rattled her enough that she left her ravished trophy to the elements and returned quickly to camp.

Only when she managed to get back to her camp did she start her stream back up to inform her viewers what had happened. As a bit of a conservationist, Dorey knew why pokemon like him were crucial to the ecosystem. He was there to ensure the prey population was kept in check; without natural predators, the sawsbuck population would surely overrun the island. Still, she wasn't pleased with losing her first trophy buck.

It didn't help when she read comments later that night that she should have shot him as well. The hunting agency had warned her that if she shot a non-game pokemon, she would be severely reprimanded. Only if she thought her life was in danger was she allowed to do anything to harm him.

The only amusing thing that came out of it was a few commenters who took to calling him 'Captain'. His sole eye, scarred visage, and his plundering nature had reminded them of an immoral pirate. Dorey had taken to the name, finding it very fitting.

It had become an almost recurring theme for her hunts on the island. With her campsite placed right in the middle of Captain's territory, the mightyena always made his presence known to her. If Dorey was on a hike to check her bait, she would occasionally see him in the distance, watching her. His tracks would show up on the same paths she frequented. More than once she had caught the sour scent of his territorial markings on trees near her stands.

No matter where she went in his territory, it seemed the cautious canine was never far away. Even in the spring when she was at the coastline fishing he would watch her. If she didn't check her traps frequently enough, she would find them destroyed, the metal mangled and twisted.

Some members of her stream had taken affectionately to the grizzled, old canine. The thought that they might be kindred spirits, two hunters after the same game, wasn't lost on Dorey. For a while, she had even come to romanticize the thought of what it must be like to have this be your natural life. No worries, no responsibilities, just constantly hunting.

The novelty of the canine didn't last long.

It had been the last day of her hunting trip the previous year and tensions were running high. Days spent in her tree stand had been wasted when she realized that Captain was constantly patrolling the edge of her vision. He served as a deterrent, preventing any potential pokemon from wandering into her line of sight. As a predator who had claimed the territory she stood on, this attempt to 'starve' her out wasn't lost on her.

Dorey had wondered if he realized the extent of her carving her initials into the tree at her campsite meant. He seemed smart, able to think ahead and plan things out perfectly to infuriate her. It didn't help some commentators would praise him more each time he showed up; some of them only came to see the mightyena at this point.

Without a camera – the battery had died a few hours earlier - Dorey had been rather irate. She had no opportunity to build her clout with her watchers, and it had rained the entire night before. Leaning back in her tree stand, she had noticed the bushes rustling out of the corner of her eyes and the familiar dark shape emerged from the bushes. Captain had watched her with his silent, judging gaze, having no difficulty pinpointing her from his position on the ground.

Almost mocking in fashion, the canine leaned back and raised his head to the sky, a warbling howl rising up into the air. This vocal display rang through the forest, scattering bird pokemon from their roosts.

She was momentarily enraptured by the sound of it. Deep and bombastic, rising over her like a primal chorus that made her heart start to beat faster. The lonely tones to it were lost on her; to hunt pokemon, you had to accept that their feral brethren had no feelings other than that of survival.

There were times she regretted her next action. It was fueled by anger, disappointment at her failure of a hunting trip that wouldn't make back the money she had spent, and his stealing of her spotlight. In her mind, he was the cause of her problems by scaring away her potential quarry. He was the one that had ruined her first hunt. Most importantly, he was just a dumb animal, no one would miss him.

There was no one around to see her, she could just make up a lie and anyone would believe it.

The butt of her shotgun had felt heavy against her shoulder when she drew a bead on the mightyena. Oblivious to the nature of guns, the feral creature had sat there on his haunches, ever watchful of the creature he had come to hinder. Her weapon jumped in her hands as she squeezed the trigger, but she was mindful of the recoil and compensated for it.

She heard the yelp, saw the spray of blood as the buckshot impacted with his upper right shoulder. The great pokemon was knocked to his side, his flank rising and falling quickly before he stumbled back to all fours. For a moment, she thought she saw disbelief on his face, surprised that anything could harm him. In all the years of the pokemon's life, she was certain he had never felt pain like that.

Even though he was injured, the mightyena turned and limped off into the undergrowth as fast as his damaged leg could move. The sense of superiority to an actual hunter might have been unfounded, but she reveled in it, nonetheless.

That was the last she had seen of him. She had returned to the designated spot for pick-up without a word to the hunting agency of what she had done. Even that spring when she returned for her fishing trip he was nowhere to be seen.

Over the last few months, a certain kind of guilt had come over her. The old warrior, having survived countless battles with his own species, brought low by a single shot from a 12 gauge. Doreyhad felt pity when he thought of it late at night. The countless stories and experiences he must have had – that face alone told a story – silenced with a pull of the trigger.

In the end, she convinced herself that a pokemon's history didn't matter. He was probably dead from bleeding out, and she was alive. Her viewers didn't need to know what she had done; he could live on in the mythos of her watchers.

The memories of her last hunting trip had consumed her, her head bobbed before going slack as the exhaustion from the day's travels caught up with her.

When she awoke, the sun had already gone down. Her campsite was still dimly illuminated by the remains of her fire, the diminishing heat doing little to chase away the cold chill of the night. Dorey sighed as she grabbed her pokenav from her pocket, seeing that it was a little past eight. She reached up to rub her eyes as she considered how she had managed to fall asleep for almost four hours.

The lack of Captain's presence must have put her far more at ease than she thought.

A light in the upper left corner of her phone indicated that she had unread messages, and she rolled her eyes when she opened her mailbox. They were the usual correspondence she got from the marketing departments of Silph and Devon. Well-wishes for her trip, insistence that she continues talking up their products, etc. She kept her pokenav in her hand and sat up straighter.

In the distance, she could hear the calling of a noctowl, almost drowned out by the sound of wind rushing through the branches. An involuntary shiver ran through her as she began to stand up. Like normal, there were no lights in any direction, no sign of civilization. It could be a bit creepy at times, but her solution was to open her streaming app. The familiar layout of the page was a comfort in the dark, especially when she noticed the viewer count already starting to tick upwards.

“Hey guys," she stifled a yawn as she propped the camera against a piece of firewood, allowing it to face in her direction. “Sorry about the late start to the stream."

Her voice cut through the darkness, silencing the distant calling of the bird pokemon. Dorey reached over and grabbed a few logs that she piled on the fire. The instinctual fear of the darkness was already diminishing. As the heat chased away the cold that had leaked into her bones she smiled at the camera.

“Long day, lots of travel. I promised you guys a few recipes though, so we're going to…" She trailed off for a moment, realizing just why the silence had seemed so all-encompassing. There should have been the distant hum of the generator permeating the background noise. Dorey did her best not to let her face twist in a grimace; if she complained about a product on-air, she'd never hear the end of it. “I just remembered; I need to reseal the perimeter with repel! I won't keep you waiting!"

Quickly she got to her feet, allowing the camera to remain pointed on her campsite while she hurried over to her tent. As soon as she was out of view she frowned, digging through her rucksack until she found the flashlight she had stowed at the bottom. The grass was cool and damp underfoot, but she didn't want to put her boots back on for a quick trip like this.

The beam of the flashlight cut through the darkness, allowing her to find her way amongst the uneven terrain. There was no moon in the sky, shrouding her surroundings in a blanket of inky blackness that felt like it was swallowing her up. Having the campfire at her back was a comfort; it would at least be a beacon to guide her.

Her generator was housed in a knee-high wooden box halfway down the hill. It had taken a lot to convince them to let her have it, leading her to insists it was essential. She almost slipped a few times on the wet grass, making her rethink her decision to go without boots. It hadn't been the first time the Devin-brand generator had died on her when she was testing it out, so she thought little of a sudden breakdown.

It was only when her flashlight landed on the hinged lid did she freeze in her tracks. It rested ajar, the metal from the generator inside visible. There was a faint wisp of smoke rising from the interior, her beam of light following its rising path. The cold sensation she had woken up with quickly rushed back through her body when she saw the long, deep claw marks that had been gouged into the wood.

Something had broken into it.

She fought back the sudden urge to run back to her fire and instead reached slowly for her belt. The familiar handle of her buck knife did little to reassure her, especially when she saw how the generator had been smashed beyond repair. The hair on the back of her neck began to prickle, and finally she allowed herself to turn and hurry back up the hill.

It was terrifying. Her heart pounded in her chest while she fought against slipping, trying not to let her fear get the best of her. She was certain something was going to reach out of the darkness and grab her at any second.

Dorey pulled her knife a few inches from the sheath before quickly sliding it back in. Thoughts of slipping in the grass and losing the blade to the darkness struck her. The light of the campfire called to her, beckoning her forward. She could hear the sound of her own fast-paced breathing, the silence around her crushing.

In her haste, she nearly tripped over one of the rocks laid out around the perimeter of her campsite. Her flashlight she tossed aside as she no longer needed it. All she needed now was…

If she wasn't afraid before, now she was.

Her shotgun had been left propped against the tree. Now it lay a half dozen steps from her fire, the metal dented in and the wooden stock shattered. It made no sense to her, but only when the deep, familiar growl came from behind her did she realize what had happened. She told herself it wasn't possible, that the shoddy repel she hawked should have been strong enough to keep any pokemon away.

She had only managed to pull her knife halfway from her sheath and take a small step before a heavy weight collided with her. It knocked her to the ground, pinning her arm under her chest and making her cry out from the jarring pain. Cold wetness dug into the back of her neck, quickly accompanied by a snuffling sound.

A musty odor filled her nose, the scent of the wilderness, of feral creatures and pine needles. Dorey knew that growl, the same one she had heard in her dreams on more than one occasion. She didn't need to look over her shoulder to see the solitary eye that was judging her, nor was she given the opportunity.

Sharp fangs dug into the back of her jacket, the sound of ripping fabric filling the campsite as Captain tossed his head viciously from side to side. He tossed her like a ragdoll all while she fought to keep her vulnerable neck hidden. The sounds she made were less than dignified, panicked cries and choked gasps that made her seem more like one of the small pokemon she would trap. One of her arms wrenched free from below her, her fingers digging deep into the grass and dirt to try to pull herself away.

She felt the dense material that covered her body getting pulled away. She could feel warmth trickling down the back of her neck accompanied by stinging pain from where Captain's dirty fangs had managed to catch in her skin. In her tent, she had a secondary weapon, if she could just get to it...

Out of the corner of her eye, she could see the enraged mightyena madly shaking her jacket around. He favored his front right leg heavily, and she could see the scarred patch of skin where hair hadn't managed to grow back. He looked thinner than she remembered him to be, but that did little to detract from his feral animosity.

He noticed her moving away from him and barked at her loudly, the commanding tone penetrating the ringing in her ears. Captain had turned to face her, his chest dipping towards the ground slowly. It reminded her of all the times they had stared each other done, but this time was different. Had he been testing her all this time? Waiting for the perfect moment, or had she pushed him to this point by injuring him.

The relevant thought that 'if you were going to take a shot at the king, you better not miss' came to mind.

She rolled onto her back and quickly grabbed her knife, pulling it free of the sheath with one fluid movement. Holding the polished metal in front of her, she felt a brief sense of reassurance fill her. Time seemed to slow as the big pokemon took a few steps towards her, practically hobbling on his injured leg. He was slow and seemed ungainly, convincing her that all she had to do was keep her guard up.

Dorey had been expecting any number of responses to her display of self-defense. Her mind fired on all cylinders, preparing her if she needed to meet his approach. Technology had softened her hunting skills, but she still knew how to defend herself.

He was clearly not the same pokemon he had been before; it didn't even seem like he was able to successfully hunt anymore. She could see the outline of his ribs, his primal hunger making him all the more dangerous. What she couldn't have predicted was Captain freezing a dozen steps from her, his muzzle twitching before it dropped open.

He yawned. Long and exaggerated, a vaporous cloud forming when his hot breath met the cold air. The canine pokemon accompanied it with a low whine, his jowls smacking together as he watched her.

Seconds later, a sense of exhaustion shot through Dorey's body. Even though she had just woken from an extended nap, had a racing heart, and should have been fearful for her life, she yawned as well. The canine mimicked her action with another yawn of his own accompanied by a step closer towards her. Her hand trembled on the hilt of the knife, her eyes fluttering as she tried to fight off the darkness that encroached on the edge of her vision.

Adversity bred adaptation in nature. The mightyena was no longer physically able to hunt down prey, so he evolved to hunt them with a different method. He was using an attack on her, Yawn, a rather comically simple one, but effective, nonetheless.

She fought as best she could to not go quietly. With a hard smack to her face, she was momentarily brought back to reality, but Captain had seen the way she wavered. Her assailant took the moment to pounce, his large paws slamming into her shoulder and pressing her flat to the ground. A sharp pain coursed through her wrist when his muzzle clamped down on it. He squeezed tighter and tighter, not allowing her a proper angle to swing the knife.

The thought of how he had savaged her jacket came to mind, and she allowed the knife to fall from her hand. With a kick of his hind leg, she caught sight of the metal glinting before it vanished into the darkness. Only once it was gone did he release her wrist, his head barely a foot away from her own. His rancid breath made her cringe, the assault on her olfactory senses enough to make her stomach churn.

Icy cold acceptance washed over her at that moment. Begging was pointless; she was disarmed, had no way of defending herself. For all her technology and defensive tools, he had managed to outsmart her.

All the times he had kept his distance from her suddenly made sense. He was building up a tolerance to the scent of the repel she used. He was watching her, planning on just how he would be able to remove this interloper from his territory. The true purpose of her shotgun must have deterred him for a while, but it also allowed him to see just what the full extent of her power was.

“Fucking mutt…" she whispered under her breath, knowing to insult him would do no good “you ugly, waste of fur…" Staring defiantly at the promise of oblivion was her only comfort; she would at least be able to say she didn't cry and beg during the final moments of her life.

Captain watched her display of confidence in the face of what she thought to be her death. His chest rose and fell slowly, his large paws pressing firmly on her shoulders, making her grunt with exertion. He was still a heavy pokemon, and it didn't help when his claws easily dug through the thin material of her shirt.

Dorey's regrets, her forgone dreams all flashed before her eyes when his muzzle suddenly darted towards her neck. She squeezed her eyes shut, waiting for the pinch of his fangs, the final, cold embrace of the mightyena laying claim over her. So many times she had felt that sense of superiority, knowing that she could take the life of another living creature. Now, she was on the receiving end of it.

She would not be that lucky.

Maybe it was her act of rebelling against her fate. Perhaps it was the mightyena's intent all along. After all the humiliation, the insults to Captain's pride, he had something more planned for her. Too often she had thought of the pokemon on the island as dumb, feral creatures. She had no idea they could hold a grudge.

A slimy warmth traveled over her neck, accompanied by the cold touch of the canine's nose grinding against her skin. He was tasting her, sampling her fear like so many of the prey animals he had claimed in the past. With a fast rake of his paws, his sharp claws tore through her shirt, causing her to cry out at the sudden stinging pain.

Her eyes opened a crack, just enough so she could see that his solitary eye was watching her. For once, she didn't have the nerve to meet it for long, especially when he released a warning growl against her throat. His tongue hadn't stopped bathing her neck for a second, giving him a good sampling of her. The scent of her fear appealed to him, making his movements all the more aggressive.

His paws were clumsy in their work, tearing apart her clothing while his hind paws dug into her pants. Dorey briefly considered the possibility of raising a hand against him, but every move she made was met with the brush of his fangs against her throat.

The white bra she wore held up just as well against his claws as her shirt had. He effortlessly ripped it away, snarling at her for trying to pull herself away from him and following her. With her perky breasts revealed to the cold air, she could feel her nipples involuntarily beginning to harden, drawing a groan from her when one of his rough paw pads suddenly pressed down on one of her breasts.

What was he doing? Dorey was temporarily stunned into immobility, his tongue leaving her neck and slowly moving down her chest. His hot breath left goosebumps on her skin, making her shiver involuntarily. She was about to try to push him away before his large paw pressed harder against her breast, making her wince in discomfort.

Various parts of her body stung with pain from where his claws had caught on her. His hind legs were kicking at her desperately, catching in the waistband of her pants and easily ripping them apart. Left in only her white panties, when her eyes drifted down his stomach, she finally realized what he was doing.

Between his hind legs hung those large balls she had always seen. Above them was a dark, gray furred sheath, plump and swollen. His hairy genitals shimmered in the light of the campfire from the natural greasy tone to his fur. The thing that took her breath away was the bright red, pointed tip that was poking free of his sheath, twitching noticeably each time his tongue passed over her body.

All at once, her struggles to get free were kicked into overdrive. The pinprick of his claws digging into her breast no longer mattered, nor did his snarling warning for her to stay still. His teeth flashed at her once more, his muzzle resting partially between her breasts. The coarse hair on his muzzle pricked her sensitive skin, causing her face to curl up.

Dorey wasn't a prude, but she had never found a man she liked well enough to go all the way with. To think that a wild beast that could never appreciate a human woman's beauty was the first to see her natural form filled her with shame. It was made all the worse when his long, pink tongue lashed out at her, running across the entirety of her breast and leaving behind a sheen of saliva.

The touch was completely different from how he had licked at her neck. It was more forceful, demanding, running across her sensitive pink buds quickly. His tongue was much rougher than a human's, seeming so flexible that he could curl it around her nipple. The entire time he didn't take his eye off of her, wanting to see how this female would react to this type of stimulation.

Dorey grit her teeth to withhold the sounds that fought to signal the surprising, misplaced pleasure she was feeling from this. Even though she was scared, there was certain perverse arousal that came with his attention. Most men she went on dates with had seemed too intimidated by her to show their true selves. Captain had no reason to be. “G-Get off…" She stammered, her heart pounding faster in her chest.

Her fingers dug deeper into the grass as he ignored her, his jowls smacking together, the canine drooling all over her chest. His heavy weight stopped her from pulling herself away, and she groaned in despair when his head continued to move lower. The cold prod of his nose against her stomach helped her realize his destination. Still, she wasn't prepared for his muzzle to jam against the front of her covered cunny.

Immediately she tried to squeeze her legs shut to keep him out, but a threatening snarl and a nip to her inner thigh made her think better. He was ravenous, rubbing his nose up and down her covered slit and snuffling loudly, enraptured by the scent of a female human. His bushy tail had risen high over his back, his ears perked up high as he growled directly into her femininity.

Dorey arched her back when he put more pressure on the front of her groin, his nose almost pushing the fabric of her panties into her. He was unstoppable, his paws quivering on her.

She could see his pointed, canine erection pushing free of his sheath. The morbid curiosity stopped her from looking away from the repugnant sight. It was thin for now, a bright red with dark veins crisscrossing the length in random patterns. A twitch and a buck of his hips caused another inch to spill out, and with it a spurt of thin, watery fluid dripped onto her leg. If she wasn't repulsed before, she certainly was now.

His teeth grabbed at the thin fabric, the last defense she had against the horny beast. The front of the fabric was translucent with the hot saliva of the mightyena, tempting the old wolf further. With a loud tear, the simple cloth covering was torn away, leaving her completely nude, defenseless against the alpha male.

Captain seemed intensely interested in her sex. It was completely different than what he would see on a female of his own species. The taste was sweeter, however, and the scent was as attractive as any bitch in heat. He gave Dorey no solace, his paws moving from her breast and pressing hard on her stomach instead. After making sure he had a firm grip on her, he pushed his tongue against the bottom of her slit and quickly licked to the top of it.

The swipe of his tongue covered every inch of her entrance, forcing a moan from Doreys lips. Her lips quivered soon after with the realization that she had actually moaned for a dog, his tongue work on her breasts having aroused her more than she was willing to admit. He didn't relent in his assault, lapping hard across her entrance, again and again, each time putting more pressure on her opening.

His human bitch could feel the hair on her arms raising, her toes curling against her will. It felt good; he was no stranger to pleasuring a female with his tongue and it certainly showed. “S-Stop…" She gasped under her breath, knowing her words were as effective against him as her attempts to fight back had been.

He ate her out ravenously, his starved nature coming to the surface as her sweet juices began to hit his taste buds. Captain was too enraptured with her to growl when he felt her pulling away slightly. His answer was to simply step forward, easily keeping up with her. With this most have came a certain satisfaction for the canine. It just proved that all females, regardless of species, would quiver and shake in the presence of a strong male like himself.

Dorey was slow in her movements, trying not to upset him or clue him in on what she was doing. Her moans came louder as her resistance crumbled, her face reddening greatly. One of his paws moved from her stomach and instead pressed against her inner thigh, forcing her to spread wider for him. The only experience she had with pleasuring herself was her fingers, and they were completely incomparable to what he was doing to her.

“Stupid…mutt…" She stammered as she tried to catch her breath, her eyes rolling upwards as heat blossomed in her lower stomach. Dorey no longer felt the cold air, the ringing in her ears from when he had been tossing her around intensifying. She thought she was going to lose her mind, especially when the tip of his tongue pressed against her entrance and shot in.

The sound she made caused Captain's ears to twitch and he growled in satisfaction. His bitch was getting louder, her juices more copious the deeper his tongue pushed into her. He nosed her legs wider apart and lapped along her inner walls. His nose practically entering her with how firmly it was pressed to her wet slit. Her pheromones were sending him into overdrive; too long had he waited to lay conquest to this female.

Her eyes had squeezed shut as she tossed from side to side, trying to hold herself back. She wouldn't allow herself to climax for a beast, especially not him. In his distracted state, he didn't see Dorey finally managing to reach her destination. The pile of firewood she had gathered earlier was just within her reach. With one hand raised above her head, she scrambled to get a grip on a larger piece.

It was now or never, and she wouldn't allow him this victory over her. She grits her teeth together and brought the piece of wood down hard, catching Captain right in the muzzle. The mightyena howled in pain and anger as his tongue was dislodged from her, Dorey dropping the piece of wood seconds later. Her limbs didn't want to cooperate with her as she rolled over onto all fours, trying to get to her feet.

With her tent in sight and the promise of her handgun so near, she only managed to crawl a few feet. Captain had been knocked into a stupor that lasted only moments. That his bitch would strike out at him at such a critical moment angered him more than her attempt on his life.

The sound of shuffling behind her caused her heart to pound, especially when a furry weight came down on her back. It forced her down onto her elbows, effortlessly pinning her to the ground. His snarl in her ear made her freeze, his front paws wrapping around her hips and pulling her tightly back against him. She could feel it now. The hot slap of his erection against her ass cheeks, grinding and humping against her as Captain desperately sought out her entrance.

In her efforts to get away, she had practically presented herself to him to be mounted, and he was taking full advantage of that. She screamed at him to get away, trying to get out from under him only for his grip to tighten on her. That she wasn't the first unruly bitch he had to deal with came to mind, especially when his sharply pointed tip jabbed against her ass.

Dorey tried to prevent him from finding her entrance, raising her rear higher to try to avoid his probing touch. Wherever his tip jabbed she could feel more of that watery pre sticking to her skin. He snarled at her actions and suddenly took her ponytail into her mouth. With a hard jerk of his neck, her head was pulled back and she was lifted onto her toes, the pain radiating through her body.

He used her ponytail as a handle to keep her steady, his tip jabbing faster against her. A deep rumbling in his chest signaled his victory when his tapered tip caught in her wet folds. A choked gasp from the human was the only response she could make. Dorey only had a moment to prepare herself before his hips shoved forward, drawing a desperate howl from her lips.

He was in her, his haunches flexing as he sought to push deeper, using slow, fast pumps to work her open for him. Dorey grabbed large fistfuls of grass as his veiny cock spread her wide, taking her just like any other female he had bred. The grip on her never relented as the strength of his thrusts was nearly enough to knock her over.

The mightyena gave no attention to the cry she released when he took her virginity. Such a concept was foreign to a wild beast, and he cared only for the wet warmth that tempted him deeper. Having been pushed to the edge of climax and then denied it, her body naturally craved that final stimulation.

She could hear his panting in her ear, his breath billowing over her face, tainting every desperate gulp of air she took. With every thrust of his hips there seemed to be more canine cock to spread her. It stabbed into her, effortlessly forcing her to accept him, the coarse fur of his underbelly grinding against her back.

Her cries of anger and despair began to soften as he pushed deeper. All she could think about was just how fucking big he was. He hadn't even been fully extended while licking her, and she still assumed he had been nearly eight inches long. His canine cock seemed to swell up, growing fatter in her each second.

Dorey's mind went blank. She couldn't think, could barely breathe with him desperately humping the air from her lungs. To her embarrassment, she could feel the trickle of her own saliva leaking from the corner of her mouth. The domination that he exerted, the control over her. It was too much for the huntress.

To Captain, she was the lesser animal. A bitch to be bred, a failed usurper that was being taught her true place in the world. Her lips trembled. The urge to moan was growing with each pump of his hips, the dangerous growling in her ear signaling that he wanted her to stay still.

His fat balls collided with her clit suddenly, a lewd smack filling her ears and causing her blush to intensify. His furry sheath ground against her entrance, a soft huff from the canine causing him to slow in his motions. Dorey could feel a sharp pang in her lower stomach as his pointed tip jabbed against her cervix.

She could feel how it pulsed in her, his natural lubricant keeping her slick for him and lessening the discomfort. Tears began to form in the corner of her eyes, the realization that a pokemon had stolen her virginity adding to the nightmare. These thoughts weren't allowed to linger for long. As if Captain had sensed her realization, he began to move again.

His hips drew back a few inches before he slammed back into her. His hairy balls teased her clit, the coarse fur grinding against her sensitive bud with each little movement she made. She could feel the canine's warm drool pooling on the back of her neck, the uncouth animal not even trying to hold it back. Each thrust was accentuated with a jerk on her ponytail, forcing her to keep her head held high for him.

Captain's weight pressed harder down on her, forcing her chest into the dirt and allowing him to pound down into her. It drew moans from her lips, the lewd cacophony of their coupling echoing around the forest. The canine's scent was all she could perceive, his musky odor making her nose burn.

With each smack of his hips against her ass, she could feel a new sensation. The base of his shaft was starting to thicken. She was unaware of a canine's anatomy, so she had no knowledge of the knot they possessed. He seemed intent on introducing her to the concept, each push of his hips causing her lips to spread wider for the growing orb.

The battering to her cervix was growing more intense, causing her to interspace her moans with grunts of exertion. There was no stopping him, nothing she could do would prevent him from claiming every part of her body. He just needed a few inches more to force his way into her womb. The loud panting in her ear grew more self-satisfied, the cocky tone to it enraging her.

A sudden plunge of his shaft into her took her breath away. He had touched a spot in her cunny that was more sensitive than anything else. The mightyena's ears twitched at her sudden noises of pleasure, and he let out an almost mocking growl. A minute adjustment of his hips later, and each thrust into her was grinding against this spot.

Dorey could no longer fight the urge to remain silent.

The pleasure that radiated through her body was mind-numbing. It made her cry and call out, caused her cunny to squeeze up tighter around the feral beast. His ramming against her g-spot was torturous, making her feel the pleasure that she never would have wanted. He was making her accept his entirety, preparing her for what was to come as his fattening knot bounced against her wet entrance.

Dorey saw darkness on the edge of her vision. The strength drained from her body as she involuntarily squeezed his shaft tighter. The most humiliating moment of all of this was when she gave up on her urge to resist him. He had slowed in his movements, intuitive enough to touch the area around her g-spot. It was torturous; he knew where it was, what it was causing her, and he was purposefully missing it.

The potential of being denied her climax again took over. She threw herself back against him as best she could, trying to force his pointed cock against that spot.

“F-Fuck, fuck!" Her verbose cries were music to his ears, his hold on her slackening as he let the lustful human fuck herself on his cock. If she had allowed him to push her to climax with his tongue, she might not have been so willing to demean herself in such a way.

The aching soreness in his muzzle was worth it for him when he heard her scream of ecstasy.

The human woman couldn't think. Rational thought left her mind as she desperately fucked herself on his veiny cock. The threat of his knot, his tip posed to penetrate his womb, none of that mattered. Like so many other females she had been made to lust after him. The pleasure of her climax tore through her, robbing her of control as she came for him.

Her juices doused his hairy balls, causing the mightyena to release an amused grunt. Vindication and pleasure all rolled through him at once. With her body so receptive to him, it only took one final thrust of his hips to force his knot into her. Her assistance made it all the easier for him. The added length allowed him to shove two inches of his fat cock straight through her cervix, planting him directly in her womb.

With half a mind Dorey could feel his heavy balls pulsing against her clit. Moments later the first spray of hot canine semen began to fill her depths. Not even a second later it was accompanied by another, and then another. It all seemed to blur together, the sound of the mightyena's victorious howl so far away.

His conquest over her was complete, sealed by his knot swelling up as fat as a baseball within her.

Only once he was certain he had tied with her did he release the grip on her ponytail. Dorey had no energy to hold herself up and instead allowed her face to simply drop into the dirt. A few mocking licks to the back of her neck – an affectionate touch akin to saying 'good job' – did little to rouse her. The torrent of his climax seemed never-ending, the satisfied panting no longer bothering her as much as it had.

In a moment of weakness, she had assisted him in fucking her. She had been the one to force his knot into her. Now she was being seeded, filled with the essence of the old alpha and proving all his assumptions about her.

She could feel him moving around over the top of her, releasing his grip on her flanks and moving back a bit. The tug of his knot on her stretched lips made her yelp, bringing her partially back to reality. One of his hind legs raised over her ass to complete the tie. Her face burned bright when she felt the mightyena's furry ass pressed to her own, the flow of his semen growing even more intense. She couldn't help herself from moaning; there was already so much pooled within her womb that she was forced to stretch to receive more.

Dorey was exhausted. She was covered in scratch marks and the canine's potent smelling sweat. Like it or not, she had been forever marked as his conquest.

The large canine laid on his stomach behind her, forcing her to lay with him due to their attachment. Her conscious thoughts began to return to her slowly, filling her with an icy sensation of despair when she realized what she had done. The strange canine anatomy disgusted her, especially when she timidly reached down to feel her stretched entrance. She could feel him twitch from her touch, her fingers shaking as they slowly ran across the fat orb that made her cunny bulge out.

“I hate you…" It sounded weak to her ears, her lip quivering as she tried to sound stronger than she felt. In response, the mightyena tugged on their tie, drawing a yelp from her lips when the fat knot refused to pull free. She was clenched up too tightly around it, unable to relax enough for him to pull out. “I fucking hate you…"

Captain's eye rested on her; the side of his muzzle curled up in what could only be a smirk. Dorey couldn't bear to meet his gaze. She knew she was beat. Even if she managed to get to her gun and finish what she had started a year ago, she would always know.

Captain had won. Captain had fucked her, taken her virginity, and knotted her. Worse than that, he had made her want it to happen.

With no other choice but to wait for his knot to go down, she groaned and dropped her head to her arms. They were forced together for so long that she had the ludicrous fear that he would never pull out, that they would be stuck together forever. His climax had ended a while ago, leaving her with a small yet noticeable bulge in her stomach. She was so sensitive that she did her best not to move, not wanting to allow his balls to tease her clit any further.

A grunt from Captain signaled when he was done with her. The mightyena got to his feet quicker than Dorey would have liked, forcing her back onto all fours. This time, his hind leg raised up and pressed down hard against her ass. Since his bitch didn't want to release him, he took matters into his own hand and used all his strength to pull forward while pushing her off. A growl of pain accompanied Dorey's own cry, a lewd popping noise signaling their separation.

She fell in a heap at his feet, feeling a small trickle of his seed leaking from her. It was a small comfort, as most of it was still trapped deep within her. Only now was she able to see the canine's full glory. It was easily ten inches long, two and a half inches around. hanging between his legs and glistening with their shared juices. Her jaw dropped when she saw how big the knot still was; she never would have believed it would fit in her even this small.

Finally finished with his bitch, Captain looked down at her and snorted under his breath. The mightyena seemed to be contemplating what to do with her now. Dorey was too weak to move when he stepped towards her and walked over her, catching her by surprise until his fat, softening erection slapped her in the face. Her stomach twisted into knots at the overpowering odor of his groin, a warning bark making her realize what he intended for her to do.

She resisted for a few seconds, but this proved to be the wrong course of action. The mightyena drew his hips back and thrust forward, forcefully smacking her in the cheek again with his dirty cock.

No longer willing to fight him, she could only squeeze her eyes shut tight and steel herself for what she was about to do. Her tongue pressed against his length gingerly, the veiny erection feeling so alien under her tongue. He was incredibly salty and bitter, the sweet after tang of her own juices not lost on her. Captain growled in approval as she began to submissively lick him clean, his hips rocking forward every so often.

Dorey knew she had no choice in the matter. A female mightyena's duty was to clean their mate after sex, and he was extending that responsibility to her. She gagged and fought not to pull away as she licked closer to his knot. Her tongue trembled as she licked across the thick orb, unable to believe how large it had grown in her. Dorey didn't want to admit it, but she was almost in awe of how unique it was compared to a human.

Only when she had licked the last inch of his shaft and it finished retreating into his sheath did the mightyena relent. He stepped away from her, his tail twitching as he gave her one last look. With a grunt of satisfaction, he walked to the tall oak tree in the middle of her camp and hiked a rear leg up. A final insult, he marked his territory, claiming the land she had stolen from him by carving her initials into the wood.

That was the last she saw of him before he disappeared into the darkness, leaving her a cum-leaking, sweat and drool covered mess. Her strength returned slowly, and she began to sit up.

It all felt like she was in a dream.

Nothing seemed real until she saw the blinking red light at the base of the tree. Her heart caught in her throat when she realized what it was; her pokenav pointed in her direction.

She didn't want to see it, didn't want to even acknowledge its existence. It took all her willpower to finally move towards it. Even then, her hand trembled as she picked it up, terrified at what she would see.

The very first thing she would see was that it was still opened to the streaming app. The chatbox was going crazy, and to her horror she would see that the viewer count was easily in the thousands. The video itself was frozen on the image of her ass-to-ass with the large mightyena. She quickly saw why the video had cut out here.

A stylized cartoon of an exasperated porygon was accompanied by text stating 'This stream is no longer available. The Streamer has violated our community's terms and guidelines and has been banned'.

Her chat box was full of people questioning the validity of the video. Some wondered if it had been set up if she had planned it all out ahead of time. There were countless watchers calling her a pokephile, a dog fucker, any and all insults she could imagine. Scrolling up in the text she could see so many happy comments when Captain must have first arrived on camera.

Accompanied with it were people requesting links to the footage as well as downloadable files from those that had managed to record it before the stream went off air.

Her deflowering had been all captured on tape, her disbelief and shame growing as she clicked on one of these links. She wanted to know what all they had seen. Instantly, she wished that she hadn't.

It showed Captain walking into her campsite while she was gone. The curious canine had seen the camera and spared a moment to sniff at it, giving the viewers an up-close image of his face. From there he smashed her shotgun with an iron tail attack and disappeared into the shadows, evidently to wait for her arrival.

All of it was there. It was all in crystal-clear footage at an angle that left nothing to the imagination. She saw herself knocked to the ground, her clothing torn free and the mightyena overtop of her. The audio was perfect, making her blush when she heard the moans of pleasure she released while the mightyena worked her over with his tongue.

To her horror, the only moment it hadn't seemed to pick up was when she struck Captain with the piece of firewood. It looked like she had willingly pulled away from him and gotten on all fours to accept him. His grip on her ponytail had forced her face in the direction of the camera. She saw herself go from anger, to confused, and ultimately deranged pleasure filling her face at the point she fucked herself on the mightyena's cock.

Dorey ignored the notifications that she had emails waiting from her sponsors. She ignored the messages that flooded her chatbox, the private messages asking her if this was going to be a new show.

Captain hadn't just ruined her body; he had unintentionally ruined her career.

She was left sitting against the base of the tree, the pokenav falling from her hand as she tried to think of what to do next. She had almost no proper means of defending herself – only having one clip in her handgun - and the boat captain wasn't going to arrive for another week. Dorey could only sit there, allowing Captain's seed to trickle slowly out of her. At that moment, she wished the mightyena had simply ended her.

In the distance, she could hear Captain's howl. No longer lonely or mournful but carrying with it a victorious tone that told Dorey just how she much lesser she was compared to him.