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“Damn it, Captain! I said stop!”

The words were loud against the grimy, yellow tiles surrounding the large standing bathtub. It was an old piece, a clawfoot antique from the 60’s, or so the landlord had claimed. Their pride in it had confused her at first, before she realized it was the only part of the apartment that had any hint of charm.

At least it was large enough to accommodate the thrashing of a fully grown mightyena.

“Hey! No biting!” Dorey stated in her firmest voice while pulling her hand away before the struggling canine could nip at her. “You’re just making this harder for both of us!”

His teeth clenched together, golden eyes focused on her in a mix of outrage and sheer, feral indignity. The water was chilly against her hands, and Dorey had to resist the urge to bury them into his coat for relief. It was an old apartment, stripped down to the foundation – good bones, they had called it – for a modernized look which did nothing to hold heat.

Add in a building-wide water heater that seemed to empty before noon every day and it left Captain’s weekly bath a miserable affair. The sudsy water simply ran off his coat due to the fur’s natural properties that intended to keep him dry. She needed to really work her hands into his coat to get the soap deeper, something that agitated him to no end.

With hackles raised and a tail cocked upwards, Dorey should have been threatened by him. Of course, the glob of soap bubbles resting directly on his forehead – almost akin to a horn – made it difficult to take him seriously.

Her hands graced him with a firm brush from the towel, going lower and lower on his body with each pass. Just getting him into the bathtub had been a challenge, stopping him from jumping out took all the strength she could muster. She leaned a little closer to him, hovering over the rim of the tub to reach under his stomach. Her arms screamed at her in exertion as the warning growls from the Mightyena grew louder by the second.

It blended in with the sound of running water, the hypnotic cadence of feral rumbling soothing her more than she would have cared to admit. Her eyes drifted closed, her hand slipping lower and lower on his stomach.

The cool porcelain of the tub slipped under the hand she was balancing herself on. The reality of her situation came back to her with the sharp pinpricks of fangs digging into her skin. It wasn’t enough to pierce the skin, something she had gotten used to feeling, but it served as a stark warning.

It didn’t take her long to find what had elicited such an aggressive response from him, as her hand was pressing down on his sheath with no shortage of force. Captain’s fierce mask of agitation mingled with the reverberation of the growl running through his teeth when their eyes met. Her immediate reaction was to jerk her wrist away from him, but she steeled her nerves.

Don’t make sudden movements. Don’t take a posture that might seem threatening or intimidating.

Her eyes slowly dropped from his own to signal her lack of challenge, and in response his grip on her wrist lightened up the slightest bit. If nothing else, at least he was predictable.

“Captain,” her voice was soft with a hint of pleading, “please let go…”

All at once, Captain released her wrist and moved his bulky body forward, the water sloshing against the side of the tub and dripping around her knees. On his terms this time, their eyes met. She didn’t know how long she kneeled there, paying reverence to the apartment’s alpha, before he finally released her.

The sensation of relief that came over her was palpable when he pressed their foreheads together. The significant bulk of the canine almost pushed her over, and she gathered whatever strength she had left to try to hold against the irresistible force. He rumbled softly to her and with her injured hand she gently reached up to stroke the side of his muzzle.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to do that to you…” She spoke in that same defeated voice that she reserved for situations like this. The times when she may not have exactly been in the wrong but was desperate to placate the pride of the feral creature. “Not without permission. I know better.”

As much as she despised admitting it, that sudden thrill of dangerous excitement had jumpstarted whatever depraved bestial longing had budded within her. While he watched her, she began to undo the buttons on the front of her shirt.

“You know I can’t resist you…” Her hand ran down the muzzle that had just ensnared her, fingers stroking it tenderly as if she were caressing a human’s face. “I just need you so damn badly…”

Their ‘honeymoon’ on the island had permanently laid the groundwork for their relationship. It created an unspoken agreement, of that there was no doubt. She saw it in the way he followed her around the apartment while insisting on being with her at all times. His presence loomed like a summer storm just about to crest the horizon.

Every moment of every day reminded her of her taboo desires.

How their shared bed was covered in dog hair, how her body had become a tapestry of bite and scratch marks. How she knew how to obediently open her mouth in those times he rose up on his hind legs and began licking at her mouth in the most feral of kisses. Understanding that as the male he ate dinner first, usually glowering at her until she gave up whatever remained of her own food if he was sated.

Her clothing came off slowly and fell in a pool of cloth around her. The mightyena tensed when she pulled away from him, seeming as if he were insulted by her seeming hesitance. Her shorts came down next, leaving her only in a white shirt and a matching pair of white panties. These she took off a little more slowly, knowing that she was being appraised under an expert eye.

All along her hips were scratches wrought by clasping paws. Thin, white lines that lay atop one another in an overarching pattern. Captain’s tongue fell from his mouth when she pulled her shirt free, giving him a glimpse at her perky breasts, the pink buds of her nipples already standing like pillars against her bare flesh. She nibbled on her lower lip at this point, the provocative strip tease slowing for only a moment before she dropped her panties around her ankles.

There was a time when she had kept herself trimmed and tidy, but that was before Captain. The patch of blond hair that rose from just above her groin was more than she had ever cared to cultivate. Captain’s eyes locked on it instantly, and as she watched him lick his lips a large blob of drool fell to the bottom of the tub.

“You like that, handsome…?” she whispered softly. Her fingers glided slowly along the coarse hair, and she shivered from the unusual sensation. “All for you, big boy.”

It reminded her of Captain’s fur, a little coarse and scratchy. She assumed that was why he liked it so much since it probably reminded him of a mightyena bitch’s pussy.

His shoulders had tensed, haunches taut under his fur, and she worried he might simply leap from the tub and pin her right to the floor of the bathroom. Instead, the canine’s expectant eyes rose up to watch her as one long leg slipped into the cool water.

It was biting cold and urged her to embrace his furry bulk. Captain moved to accommodate her after a momentary pause and allowed her lithe arms to embrace him with a solemn grunt.

Everything she did seemed like it needed permission from him first. It had been a steep learning curve, one fringed with constant feral reinforcement that left her constantly on her toes. Her fingers disappeared into the scruffy fur surrounding his neck and the mightyena turned slightly to face away, almost playing coy under her appreciation for his gifted body.

The rumble of the canine was one she had come to realize as being one of approval. It sounded almost like a faltering refrigerator, the almost mechanical nature of it surprisingly soothing in its regularity. It was this sound that he whispered into her ear at night, when she felt his knot throbbing in her, his hot, moist breath bathing the back of her neck while the saliva he left there began to cool.

Her hand had begun to drift lower, the shivers running through her no longer solely from the cold water. It brought her back to the island, of long days spent lounging on the lake shore, the sun and his fur the only thing that chased the chill away. The canine remained fully still for her even though one bright, yellow eye regarded her like a beacon shining through the darkness of the night.

With one foot she reached out, catching the drain plug between her toes and giving it a firm pull. With a pop and the soft gurgle of water circling the drain, she was left holding him and whispering sweet words into his mane of fur.

“Damn it, Captain…” Her voice never faltered, remaining ever subservient to his dominant will. Even being in the same room as him made her feel ten inches tall, constantly under scrutiny from a mind she couldn’t begin to fathom. “Please…” she finally relented, “can I…touch you?”

The large canine slipped out of her grasp so suddenly that she worried she had somehow offended him. His muzzle rose a little higher and his stance extended, looming over her while picking one paw up slowly. She felt it when it landed on the back of her head, water dribbling off his furry forearm while he began to press her lower.

The pressure of his paw was slow but unyielding. It might as well have been a boulder weighing her down, undeterred by her attempts to shift while her cheek ground against the fur on his chest. The scent was still overwhelming, his feral odor that clung to every outfit she owned. The one that her neighbors had complained about when it permeated the apartment’s thin walls.

Nelly could tell her neighbors knew what relationship she had with her dog. Captain was always able to force her to sing for him when his paws were wrapped around her waist.

She could see it now. His hind legs had spread as the last of the water emptied out of the tub, displacing her and forcing her down to all fours. His gray-furred sheath hung low, already swollen with the conspicuous, red tip of his cock pushing out. Like always, that sense of awe came over her when she gazed at that alien thing, how it twitched in time with his breathing, pushing a little further out of the distended sheath with each breath he took.

His balls hung low to the floor of the tub, rounded and black-furred, swollen with seed she had never truly seemed able to diminish. The fur had been matted down around it, leaving no secret to just how large they were. It was the source of that scent, that earthy, commanding musk that tickled the back of her throat with how potent it was.

The way they bounced as he walked never escaped her gaze. He always insisted on walking just a few steps in front of her, his tail cocked up in an aggressive posture to ward off any pokemon that mistakenly thought him civil enough to talk with. It may have been unintended, or it could have been a way for him to further show her the place he had made for her. One thing it did do was teach her just how much it turned her on to stare at her mate’s balls.

She realized her mouth was watering when a strand of saliva fell from her mouth, alighting on that furry sac and making her snap her jaws shut. Dorey might as well have been lost in the woods for weeks, left to starve and only to be presented with a seven-course banquet. Through it all, Captain’s paw had never stopped that inexorable pressure.

The unyielding push didn’t stop until his tip glided across her cheek, leaving behind a string of pre that clung to her facial features. Her hands reflexively opened and closed; her eyes locked on the swell of his balls. She wanted to touch them, to feel them in her hands, but she knew better than to take anything from his grace without due permission.

His hips began to rock slowly, tracing his fattening tip against her soft skin. The coarse fur of his sheath followed behind it, smearing his scent on her face, as if to mock her for attempting to dilute it with water and soap. A deeper growl, one like the rumble of a great diesel truck originated just above her head. It vibrated off the walls of the tub, surrounding her in an orchestra of feral satisfaction.

Dorey knew he was taunting her.

She was brought back to reality when Captain’s tip pressed flush to her lips. She let out a soft grunt at the sour, almost gamey taste that clung to it, his sheath bunching up against her mouth while his bright, red cock began to grow straight in her mouth. It wasn’t something that she wasn’t used to.

Most nights, her the bulk of her dinners were comprised of whatever she could suck from his balls.

The glistening shaft glided smoothly along her tongue, spreading more pre that just added to the copious amount of liquid already filling her mouth. She had to remind herself to swallow lest she drown in it, and even then she felt her mouth immediately filling back up mere moments later.

She tilted forward, allowing a few inches to slip into her mouth. The taste had haunted her every day, a constant reminder in the back of her throat of just what she had been trained to do so expertly. It should have been shameful that she had developed such a strong craving for it.

Captain’s heady panting reverberated around her when the entirety of his weight suddenly shifted directly onto the paw on the back of her head. It held her in place when he began to pull his hips back, allowing what little she had managed to fit in her mouth to pull free. His yellow eyes fixated on her while he held the tip mere inches from her face, giving her a good luck at just what had controlled her for so many months.

She had grown used to the sight of it, the ugly veins that crisscrossed the length like spiderwebs and the copious swell of his knot. It was still stuck in his sheath, bulging out the protective, furry holster. He swayed his hips slowly from side to side, in a mocking gesture that left her heart pounding. She knew what he wanted to hear, and she loathed to play his game. It always made her feel so much lesser than him, nothing more than a mewling bitch hungry for an alpha’s cock.

That paw pressed harder against her head, the pinpricks of his claws digging into her scalp as a reminder that he was in control here. It wasn’t necessary. Her body was already a testament to the raw, feral brutality that a creature like him could inflict.

“Captain…” she whispered, only to grimace when he brought his hips forward. With a wet smack, his cock slapped against her cheek, leaving a stinging sensation that made her grimace. A dollop of pre formed and fell to the bottom of the tub, his growing excitement evident in the way he had started to pant even louder. “Come on…”

A snarl was his answer along with more pressure on her head, forcing her chin to the smooth surface. Her heart fluttered in her chest when she examined the drop of pre sitting just before her nose. It was an insult to his pride to waste any of his masculine essence, that she knew, and with a heavy sigh she gave in.

There was no reprieve from his commanding gaze when she licked up what she had allowed to spill. Her face burned with shameful desire that left her shifting uncomfortably to try and abate the suddenly overpowering heat between her legs.

As much as she wanted to push him away, to try in vain to at least show she might have had some control left in her, she couldn’t bring herself to do it. Both of them knew just how much she loved the depravity of it all.

She wouldn’t have brought him home with her if she hadn’t, after all.

Only once she had cleaned the spilled pre did he bring the swell of his manhood back to her face. This time he slapped it against her other cheek, the heady sound of his panting increasing in tone. Her view was dominated by his sex, by the raw animal cock that had buried itself in her countless times. As her lips twisted into a grimace and she bit down on her tongue, she finally brought herself to give him what he wanted.

“Captain…please,” she swallowed the lump in her throat, her voice threatening to crack with each word, “let me suck your…cock, alpha.”

A few tense moments passed while Captain’s ears perked upwards as if considering her plea. To grovel beneath him was his favorite way to remind her that she was his, nothing more than a tight hole for him to enjoy himself in. His head slowly cocked to the side, one of his ears twitching.

“Please, Alpha!” She begged him, feeling a bulwark within her shatter as the last vestiges of her reservations crumbled away. “I want to suck your cock so badly! Please give your bitch what she wants!”

With a dismissive grunt, he finally gave her just that.

His hips bucked forwards, jamming his tip against her lips so quickly that it took Dorey by surprise. Her eyes widened as the pointy canine cock ground against her mouth before she obediently opened wide to receive it. Captain didn’t disappoint this time. With a thrust of his muscular hips, he drove four inches into her mouth, his hips twitching in what she knew to be his desire to give her more.

There was nothing she could do to stop him at this point. All she could do was prepare herself for what was to come. Her fingers desperately ran along the basin, trying in vain to find a handhold to steady herself.

The mightyena’s paw hadn’t moved from her head as he began to buck his hips forward. The tip teased the back of her throat and made her cough in discomfort, even though she was well trained on how to handle such a girthy prick. She supposed she should be thankful he wasn’t taking her like he typically did. When his paws would wrap around under her arms to yank her closer to him, giving her every last inch of his godly prick.

It was so much more salacious to be an active participant rather than a submissive fuck toy.

She knew it was his favorite way to demean her. Her tongue ran along the bottom of his shaft in quick circles, her tastebuds alight with the flavor of canine cock. As best she could she began to bob her head on him, assisted in her endeavors every time he bucked his hips to drive a little more into her.

Her face curled up when she felt a blob of hot, slick liquid spill on her face from above. The shameless drooling of the mightyena reminded her just how he watched her, as if savoring every second that she spent between his legs. One hand began to reach up only for him to bark sharply at her. He did not allow her to wipe it away, forcing her to abide the sensation of it congealing slowly on her cheek.

The worst part of this was that she knew just how excited it was making her.

That familiar need burned in her lower body, a craving that made her grind her legs together as best she could to provide some relief. It was, she had joked in the past to him, a facsimile of a heat one of his race might feel, an overpowering desire to not only be fucked, but to be bred. She needed to feel his furry haunches ramming against her upturned ass, to feel those heavy, twitching balls of his slapping against her clit.

He left her wanting every time she did this, and as he slipped into her throat her eyes squeezed shut in exertion.

Saliva and pre spilled from the corners of her mouth as she tried to crawl closer while savoring every damned inch. It was a craving that no food could satisfy, a drug that no pusher on the street could provide her. As much as she hated to admit it, she knew the truth of the matter as plain as day.

She was addicted to the mightyena’s cock.

The fur around the base of his groin had been muddled by the attempted bath, but it still invaded her senses, forcing an overpowering feeling of longing. She could smell herself on him, a thought that made her fingers tremble. She could smell her climax from the night before, the raw stench of sex seeming to permeate every breath that she took. It was a reminder of all the times she had bowed to his demands, wavered in her attempts to prove she was little more than his bitch.

She was drawn out of her thoughts when she felt his heavy balls slap against her chin, the furry orbs already tensing with their heavy load. No matter how many times he emptied them either on or in her, they never seemed to diminish in size. The bulge of his knot had finally slipped free of his sheath and she practically ‘kissed’ it when he drew back and rammed it forward.

The thought of taking it in her mouth had always frightened her. It was already difficult for her to focus on breathing through her nose with a fat cock down her throat. To make it worse, the intense musk was enough to burn her senses with how overpowering it was despite how many times she had gone down on him.

The amount of pre he produced had only increased along with the drips of saliva on the back of her head and neck. Captain had grown more determined with his thrusts, savoring every inch of her mouth and trapping her tongue beneath him. He was a fast learner, so it came as no surprise he already knew the best ways to use her body to his advantage.

His cock began to pulse between her lips, something she had learned was an early warning of his climax. With the wet sounds of his shaft sliding in and out of her welcoming mouth, his panting had diminished while he clutched his jaws together in determination. With one final thrusts, his fuzzy balls smacked against her chin and held there, twitching every second.

The first shot of cum went straight down her throat. It was thick and coated her esophagus in warmth even as she tried to swallow it down. Another shot came, this time spilling back into her mouth and giving her a taste of his potent masculinity. It was extremely salty, making her tongue tremble to try and hold back the urge to gag on it. His knot ground against her lips incessantly, and she knew if given the opportunity, he wouldn’t have hesitated pushing it into her mouth.

The iron-like grip he maintained on her kept him planted deep in her, ensuring she had to dutifully swallow every drop. There was little that leaked from her lips from this angle, and although she was practically inhaling the mightyena’s sour groin fur with each breath, she had no trouble maintaining her composure. To choke on his cock at the point of climax would be the ultimate insult. That she had been taught long ago, and the last thing she wanted was to spend another day doing nothing but sucking his prick to make up for it.

His balls twitched with each copious shot, each one just as thick as the one that preceded it. He waited atop her for what felt like hours, making sure she couldn’t move so much as an inch away from him. The soft, muted swish of his tail wagging brought a strange sense of pride to her, even while his hips rocked against her face. It was only when his climax began to taper off did he finally begin to pull back, but she was not so lucky as to be done with him.

Three final spurts of stringy seed decorated her face, forcing her eyes closed from the all too expected result. Her initial reaction was to pull away, but something held her subservient beneath him to take it. Her mouth hung open, allowing his twitching cock to fill her maw one more time before he seemed pleased with his duties as an alpha. She sensed him moving away from her before she heard his paws landing on the tiled floor of the bathroom. Sated, he left her kneeling there, face coated with his musky seed.

Her eyes slowly opened at the same time she swallowed the residual, slimy mess that filled her mouth. It made her stomach twist up from just how much she had been force fed, and she reached out with a shaking hand to grab the side of the tub. It was with no shortage of difficulty that she pulled herself to her feet. Each breath she took in was tainted with the potent mightyena musk, the heat radiating off of her face reminding her every moment that he had ‘painted her’.

She could see it in the mirror now, the thick strand dripping down her forehead over her left eye. Another covering her right cheek and slipping down to her chin. She was a mess, and she couldn’t quite tell what was semen and what was drool left by her feral lover.

Just seeing herself like this brought a wave of emotions over her.

Shame being the most immediate, although raw lust soon overtook it.

What little time she could afford staring at herself soon ended. A gruff bark from the living room reminded her that her duty was unfinished. Before leaving the bathroom she took one last look at herself in the mirror before grabbing Captain’s collar.

It wasn’t something that he wore commonly, he made damn sure of that. It bore his name on a small metal tag, looking rather pristine against the slick, black leather. She had been sure to buy the most comfortable looking one she could find, although it wasn’t for Captain’s sake.

The living room was sparsely decorated, and what little furniture there was had been shoved to the side to accommodate three camera stands. A white tarp had been thrown over the floor, one that already presented a few stains from the night before. It was easier than wiping his cum from the hardwood floor, or, Arceus-forbid, have Captain take notice and insist she lick it up like she had his pre. It was here that the mightyena rested on his haunches, his twitching, red shaft still as hard as it had been.

It had become easier to just keep the filming set ready for moments like this. Spontaneous occurrences when Captain was insatiable and wouldn’t give her the opportunity to set it up. Now, he sat proudly atop it, knowing just what awaited him.

With ears folded and hackles raised, his paw stomped impatiently against the tarp. His lip pulled back to showcase sharp teeth that she was all too familiar with, and she did her best to move quickly.

It should have been easier to find money in the city. There were countless jobs that she could have taken, all low-paying, but undeniably more dignified than fucking a pokemon on camera. Her most recent attempt at doing so, however…was met with less than stellar results.

Captain was impatient. The claw marks on the door and the noticeable chunk of wood that had been patched next to the doorknob was a testament to that.

“Just a sec…” She grumbled when she heard his feral impatience building. If she wasn’t quick about this, she knew she would lose any opportunity to capture the scene. Not that it mattered, part of her chimed in, it wasn’t like he didn’t already mount her at least three times a day. “Come on…we need rent for next month…”

A laptop was set on a table next to the cameras specifically for this. She didn’t dare think of just how many hours of footage she had already recorded for the website. Her pitiful payments at the end of these performances, however, told her that it was never enough.

“Hey guys.” She felt her voice crack when she saw her face in the webcam, her hair a jostled mess and face shiny with Captain’s cum. “As you can see, uh…Captain got a little rowdy…again.”

Already the chat bar had begun to fill with all manner of comments, making her face heat up while she brought the collar to her neck. It was Captain’s for appearances only, for those times when she was in public and she did her best to showcase their relationship as nothing other than the bond of a trainer and pokemon. Albeit one that was overly protective of their ‘trainer’. She had grown used to the smooth leather wrapping around her neck and almost felt safe within it. Just seeing herself in the video was enough to cause goosebumps to form along her arms.

It had become strangely comforting. Almost like a security blanket that chased away the stress of the world. When she had it on, there was only one man that she had to care about, and his sharp bark reminded her of her duties.

“I’m going to let him fuck me since…I’m his bitch.” She continued. Putting on a show had become such a big part of her life that those words leaving her mouth no longer seemed unnatural. “And…he wants you all to watch me taking his fat knot. Don’t you, alpha?”

Captain’s eyes fixated on her, his front arms tensing up before his paw came down firmly once again. His tail had risen even higher in an aggressive display that made her nibble on her lower lip. Despite knowing that he would never take his anger out on her physically, she had no doubt in her mind making him wait was going to have ramifications.

“So sit back and watch, and let me know how much you enjoy it.”

After a moment of fiddling with the controls, she was graced with three separate camera angles focused on the large wolf. It was with no shortage of pride that she saw a few comments bemoaning just how lucky she was to have a stud like him. If only they knew what came with having such a virile male in your apartment.

“Enjoy the show, this is the…” she fought to hold back the exasperated sigh, “the Hoenn Humptress…”

The name wasn’t exactly something she was proud of. The representative of the website, Feral Blitz, had come up with it for her. It was branding, they had insisted, something she was more than familiar with from her time as an influencer. It was all about naming, and their callous disregard for any attempt to dissuade them was met with stony emails explaining their decisions.

She imagined a group of guys sitting in a dingy basement somewhere jacking off to pokemon porn. It made it almost comical how they tried so hard to seem professional. Although she had never spoken to one in person, or on the phone for that matter, she had plenty of correspondences with them. The one she spoke to frequently, simply going by the name John, was her ‘handler’, as he described himself.

If Captain ever found out he called himself that, she was certain he would have a fit.

Still, he had seemed to be performing admirably in his duties.

Every time she started a livestream the viewer count went higher and higher. People from all over the different regions, and even the United States and Europe would tune in to watch her. They were rather proud about boasting in the chat just where they came from, showing just how far her ‘influence’ had begun to spread.

The presence of the cameras were a constant reminder that she was being watched. Every move she made being scrutinized through the lens of invisible watchers that would judge her every move. They weren’t shy about voicing their disapproval if she did something they perceived as ‘wrong’. Any slip up, any instance she might seem like she wasn’t as into it as she should have was met with dropping viewers.

It was a dramatic shift from the respect she received when she was still a hunter. Of course there were those that thought themselves better than her even. Those people that assumed they knew more than her when it came to the wilderness. Here, though? She was dependent on the tips she would accumulate by the end.

She told herself she could just smile like a dumb bimbo, if only for the moment.

That was where most of her money came from, after all. Performing to the satisfaction of others to the point they were willing to leave a tip to encourage her. The five dollar buy-in to the stream was a lot, she knew, which made it all the more difficult to garner even a handful of spare bills.

Her hand drifted down Captain’s flank as she stepped up to him. Biting down on her lower lip, she sank to her knees before dropping to all fours, instantly placed in the imposing shadow of the larger pokemon. It was moments like this when she was left feeling small, weak, powerless to his demands. With the collar gripping so tightly around her neck that any movement caused it to tug at her throat, she felt so deliciously sinful that she couldn’t wait another moment.

“Alpha, please…” She whispered, cooing under her voice softly. Her eyes fixed on the tarp below her, the sheer desire to be subservient to him leaving her feeling vulnerable. “Please…fuck m-“

The words were choked off as soon as she felt paws scrabbling at her flank, making her wince when they found old scars. His heavy bulk nearly drove her into the ground, and she grunted in exertion when his sharply pointed tip jammed into the sensitive spot between her ass and soaking wet cunny. His shaggy fur ground against her from above as his paws clamped possessively around her waist, tugging her back against him.

Unlike in the bathroom, there was no patience in his movements. No foreplay or attempts to showcase anything but raw lust.

Captain’s hot, moist breath came out in great gusts against the side of her face, forcing her to inhale the sour aroma. It was a cloying sensation, one that left her no reprieve from the sheer ways he was able to control her. His muzzle vibrated against her cheek when he growled at her, reminding her just what may happen if she so much as moved. That made it all the more difficult as his claws locked into place as soon as he got comfortable.

She had tried to trim them once and had gotten as far as two nails before he tired of her attempts. He clearly enjoyed it more when he was able to dig them into her tender flesh. After all, nature had given him the perfect way to control an unruly female.

The sharp tip jabbed again at her taint, impatiently searching for an entrance he knew was there. She leaned forward and grit her teeth tightly, trying to withstand the assault that she was all too familiar with. In doing so, she better presented herself to him, and she felt him stiffen when his tip made purchase.

It grazed against her pussy lips at first, spreading them apart before slipping away due to the copious arousal that coated them. His movements became more determined and led him to buck his hips to slap the swell of his raw cock against her soaked entrance. Her hands grasped the tarp tightly for dear life, and in one swift thrust of his hips, he was in her.

It slid in almost effortlessly, veiny length stretching her welcoming cunny like it had so many times in the past. Whatever resistance he experienced served only to make his hips twitch, something she knew meant he enjoyed her tightness. His hips thrust again, driving another few inches into her and forcing the breath from her lungs.

It was swiftly replaced with the rank, tainted air that surrounded her head like a fetid cloud. He wasn’t gentle with her, nor did she expect or want him to be. It was their unspoken agreement, after all.

She was his bitch, and a bitch didn’t get to tell their alpha how to fuck.

Her teeth grit tight together while she tried to hold herself together for what was to come. As soon as his heavy balls smacked against her clit, she was forced to yelp for him. It stung slightly with just how damn heavy they were. In truth, it was something she had rather come to enjoy, those heavy alpha balls grinding against her cunny.

The swell of his knot hadn’t decreased at all, already trying to slip into her body with just how much weight he was pressing down on her. It was inexorable, after all, the only thing that would stop him from putting it in her was if she did something to stop it.

Captain had no intention on allowing that to happen. Dorey didn’t either.

His hips pulled back with a swift jerk that left all but the tip hanging out of her. The sudden emptiness nearly made her sob with the need to feel that heavenly fullness again. The need to be filled with his tapered cock had become so irresistible that she found herself daydreaming about it quite frequently during the times they were apart.

He shifted over top of her, his cold nose pressing against the back of her neck in an almost feral kiss of affection. That, however, wasn’t Captain’s desire. He didn’t show his love when he fucked, and he proved it with a solid thrust of his hips that did knock her from her hands.

She grunted when she collided with the ground beneath them, only to let out a choked gasp that mixed with the wet slaps against her upturned ass. She was in the perfect position to receive him, and he was intent on taking full advantage of it. Each thrust drove him downwards into her, his powerful body screwing her straight into the floor with strength she had come to revere.

It was raw, feral, nothing more than a beast needing to ease the discomfort in his own loins. Her pleasure, as always, was secondary to his sexual gratification. That had been drilled into her brain as frequently as he drilled into her.

Her tongue fell from her mouth as any ounce of composure was squashed out of her with every thrust of his hips. The chorus of growling pleasure rang out above her head, sensual in the strangest of ways but so alien to her human ears.

Every stroke of his hips was masterful in making her dance to his commands. He had fucked her so many times that it was second nature to him to make her quiver and lust for his alpha cock. His pointed tip grazed her inner walls incessantly, almost painful with how sharp it was. His balls smacked against her with a muted thump, already wet with just how turned on she was from it all.

The cameras and the knowledge this was all being watched faded from her mind, pounded out of her by Captain’s tenacity. He wouldn’t allow her to be distracted, after all. This moment in particular was about him, reminding his human lover that he was in control of her.

Her tongue fell from her mouth shamelessly while her eyes rolled upwards, the sheer depravity of it all striking any intelligent thought from her mind. No man could ever compare to this, she knew, no human man, at least. No human could ever make her feel so owned, so subservient that she molded her life around them. It was that sense of belonging that left her coming back for more.

Something that Captain was all to happy to deliver to her with each thrust of his hips. The wet nose against the back of her neck hadn’t pulled away, and she heard a short, impatient grunt that left no doubt in her mind of what he wanted. She tilted her head further forward and like a striking arbok his fangs enclosed around the back of her neck just below the collar.

The mightyena’s hot shaft sawed in and out of her faster, setting her delicate cunny lips ablaze with just how damn hot it was. It commanded her every thought, left her desperate to feel his knot plant itself, only for it to bounce off countless times. The sense of longing in the pit of her stomach only became more prominent with the piercing of his sharp teeth into her neck.

Her neck was a canvas of bite marks just as much as her flanks were. His dominion over her was written as plainly on her body as it was ingrained into her mind. The hot, wet trail of drool that splattered on her neck was soon joined by a swipe of his rough tongue in a display of ownership that left her breathless.

The lights overhead seemed to grow so much brighter, joined by swirling stars that vanished like phantoms as soon as they left her gaze. Her body was overloaded by the sheer depravity. It was the most powerful drug she could ever imagine, and when Captain suddenly doubled his efforts, she felt her mind melt.

Her cry came out in a choked inhale of breath that made her stomach tighten. With a grunt from Captain, she realized that she was practically wringing his cock when she came for him. Her hips jerked back against him, desperately trying and failing to match the intense pace that he set for her. He was like a machine, never once missing his beat or losing the rhythm that left her feeling as if she were dangling from the end of a rope.

Thoughts came and went so fast that it was difficult for her to make sense of where she was. The cold fabric of the tarp tickled her cheek and she realized she had been planted straight on her face.

When the mind-shattering pleasure of her orgasm began to falter, she realized Captain’s knot had begun to press more incessantly against her. After his earlier climax it was a little larger than it would have been normally, but that wasn’t a challenge for Dorey. Her teeth grit tightly, and she hissed under her breath when she felt her body instinctively fighting against the alien protrusion, trying in vain to hold it back even though she so desperately wanted it.

Then, with a sudden jerk of his hips and a slap of his haunches against her ass, she felt her lips close around it. It instantly began to swell within her, growing larger and spreading her inner walls apart, keeping her locked squarely to the powerful male’s groin. Locked until he was done with her.

That thought alone was enough to force a second, albeit weaker climax through her overworked body. The afterglow radiated with every last thrust he made, desperately working to push himself to the peak after completing his duty as alpha. He had made her cum for him, pushed her weak, human body to the point of losing control. Now, it was his turn to reach that level of satisfaction.

Those teeth didn’t let up, and she hissed a little louder when the sharp pinpricks dug deep enough to draw a few beads of blood. His almost panicked thrusts against her ass left her with no opportunity to regain her composure. He was practically climbing up her body in his desperation, borne of an innate, feral need to plant his seed as deeply into his female as he possibly could.

The fat swell of his knot tugged endlessly against her lips, driving her crazy with the exertion. There was no reprieve from it, no opportunity for her to get used to the swollen organ. Not even the copious pre that filled her could ease the stretch that made her mouth water.

Captain snarled against the back of her neck and with one final drive of his hips, his balls collided with her clit. There they planted, the coarse, hairy sac caressing her sensitive nub in the most sensual of ways. She could feel them twitching and seconds later, she was rewarded for her subservience to her mate.

Shot after shot of thick seed fired straight into her, warming her up greatly from the inside and filling her just as much as the load down her throat had. This time with all the attention to his knot, he was providing her much thicker and stronger streams that spilled deep within her. The satisfied canine slowly released her neck when he realized that he wasn’t going to be pulling out any time soon.

Dorey couldn’t bring herself to move. Her body felt disconnected from her mind, as if she were floating on a cloud of satisfaction that refused to release her. Captain’s panting over her head became louder when she felt him beginning to shift above her, a few sparse licks to the back of her neck cleaning the new stinging bite marks that he left there.

“Fuck…Captain…” she gasped under her breath, “that was…nnngh!”

Her comment was choked off when she felt a sharp tug against her knotted cunny. No matter how many times he did this, it still felt so strange to her as he moved to throw one of his legs over her ass. The swell of his balls kept pressed against her, and her face burned in embarrassment when she felt the tickle of his tail draped over her back.

She had seen the way his knot tugged against her cunny when he went ass-to-ass with her. In the videos of herself she rewatched, she was given the gracious view of seeing just how damn big it looked compared to her tiny sex. It still astounded her that she was ever able to fit so much in herself without injury. The thought along made her shiver and instinctively clench up around Captain, earning a grunt of approval.

It was there that they lay for the duration of the tie. Captain, as usual, was too content to do more than a few tugs to remind her that he was in control. For that, she was thankful. The canine was undeniably smart, and despite his indifference to most of her requests, he usually remained planted when they were filming.

She had no doubt it was his opportunity to showcase his virility. Show those faceless bitches out there just what he was capable of.

Dorey could do nothing more than wait for him to finish. Each moment that passed was accompanied with a twitch of his balls and another shot of warmth filling her. There was a moment where she looked in the camera and could only shoot a silly grin before she moved to rest her chin in her arms.

As much as she hated to admit it. There was nowhere else she would rather be.

The city streets were already empty of most foot traffic. It was almost nine at night, and Dorey shivered while pulling her jacket a little tighter around herself. She knew she was running late, and for that, she was in a hurry.

After Captain’s knot finally shrank enough to pull out of her, and a few minutes of ‘clean-up’ on her part, he had been content to let her leave.

Her hands dug a little deeper into her pockets, and she bit down on the breath mint she had popped into her mouth. It did little to wash away the salty taste in her mouth, nor did it completely kill the occasional whiff of cum on her breath.

Any other night she would have at least had a bath to wash the stench of canine sex from her body. If that wasn’t enough of a reminder, the conspicuous feeling of wetness pooling in her panties was. A few wadded up balls of paper towel had been unable to staunch the flow of Captain’s load. She knew what leaked out was nothing compared to the amount that clung within her inner walls, desperately searching for an egg that didn’t exist.

Sometimes, she almost felt bad thinking about the number of poochyena that could have been.

That thought alone made her smile briefly. Her destination lay at the end of the road where a few sparse vehicles were parked outside an ornate red brick building. Overlooking the street just above the front door shone the majesty of a stained-glass window casting a multitude of soft colors over the sidewalk. It, like always, brought Dorey to a stop as she gazed upon the rich motes of reds, yellows, and oranges that coalesced around a central figure.

Standing on four legs, white furred with a resplendent aura radiating off of it was the visage of Arceus themselves. A brilliant, golden ring wrapped around their waist, adorning them with a celestial grace. Their gaze was directed down to the street, and for a moment Dorey was hesitant to step through the door of the First Church of Arceus’ Will.

It was a small place of worship with two heavy, dark wooden doors that provided sanctuary against the noise and chaos of the city. It wasn’t the first time those doors had seemed so opposing to her. The gaze of the god pokemon did an excellent job of that as well. Both gentle and seemingly accusing at the same time. As if Arceus truly was judging her.

She wouldn’t have been surprised if she had found out that was the truth.

The scent of the cedar pews and rich tapestry hit her nose as soon as she walked in. The acrid stench of the city, as well as the lingering memory of Captain’s own thick aroma, washed away from her in an instant. She almost felt guilty about thinking of her mate while she stood in such a revered place of worship.

Already she could hear the low drone voices coming through a doorway just down the hall from the entrance. A door was cracked, allowing a beam of light to cascade down the darkened hallway where it ended at her feet.

She was very conscientious of the creak of the doors hinges when she pushed it the rest of the way open. Instantly, a few faces turned to greet her, and she threw a pensive wave at them.

“Hey, guys…sorry I’m late.”

“Dorey, we had hoped you would join us. We have a new participant tonight!”

The man speaking to the cluster of chairs arranged in a circle gave her a beckoning gesture with one hand. He was older, sporting a bushy, black beard with slivers of gray hair poking out of it. Adorned in a handsome black, button up shirt along with a pair of khaki dress pants, he cut a respectable posture. Still, that didn’t change how awkward she always felt talking to him.

“Uh, evening, Father Joseph…”

The meeting room was small and intimate, with each of the six chairs occupied save for one. Along with Father Joseph, four more men sat around the circle, each avoiding eye contact with the other. Their gazes drifted from their feet to the ceiling, never once fixing on each other. There was one, however, that she was surprised to see.

In her time attending these group meetings, she had yet to see another woman in the group.

She sat next to the empty chair, purse on her lap and looking just as nervous as Dorey remembered feeling her first time. Her green checkered skirt hung down to her knees, and her blouse seemed just as modest, leaving no hint of skin visible.

“Now then…since we’re all here, does anybody have anything they’d like to say?” The silence in the room hung heavy as a few of the members reached up to either scratch at the back of their heads or cleared their throats. “Anyone have any realizations, breakthroughs? Remember…it’s through Arceus’ will that we find the strength to resist these urges.”

When she took her seat she realized that she was still getting curious glances; even Father Joseph’s smile seemed to falter when he looked upon her. It made her feel so much more self-conscious, as if they knew why she had been late.

She did her best to ignore them. After all, she was more excited about group than she had been initially. It was the first time she had seen another woman here, after all, and her mind was abuzz with all kinds of questions she wanted to ask her.

Namely, just what kind of pokemon she couldn’t resist fucking.

“Anyone?” The older man let the question hang before sighing softly. “If none of you want to talk, we’re not going to make any progress.”

It never did surprise her just how little people who wanted ‘help’ were willing to actively participate. With a begrudging sigh, she lifted her hand like a student trying to garner the teacher’s attention.

“Yes, Dorey! Thank you, what did you want to share with the group?”

“You remember how I told you all I got a new job?” Her stomach tightened when she thought of the ramshackle repair that had been done to the front door of her apartment, “lost it. Captain showed up and knocked my boss down when he heard him trying to boss me around.”

There was a general murmur of understanding from the group, and she did her best to bite back the venomous retort that stagnated in her mouth. Joseph, however, nodded along, giving her that soft, accommodating smile that she had grown used to. The lack of judgement he showed was the only reason she still came to these stupid meetings.

It certainly wasn’t for the assholes who thought themselves Mew’s gift to womankind.

“Oh dear…now, I know we’ve spoken about Captain’s proclivities in the past…how did you respond to this breach of trust?”

She rolled her shoulders in response. It had been humiliating, rough, easily one of the most embarrassing days in her life. From trying to chastise the canine when she got home, only to be pinned to the couch for daring to raise her voice to him. That thought alone made goosebumps form along her arms.

“Well…I told him that he can’t keep following me to work. Landlord was pissed he had to fix the door…again.” She crossed her arms over her chest and took a deep breath. “He doesn’t like to let me out of his sight, ya know? I mean…I keep telling myself I can’t get angry at him for that. A pokemon wants to be with their trainer, right? He usually just growls at me when I try to tell him off.”

By Arceus, if they only realized just how those deep, rumbling growls made her decisions for her. One false move in public, perhaps a condescending pat or a tug on his collar was met with these treatments. His attempts to push her down sometimes succeeded, and those were the most embarrassing.

Worse case scenario was a man would see him do it. Whenever she went down they were quick to try and help her. Attempted displays of chivalry were met rather unkindly, with snapping jaws and snarls that could have chilled the heart of any fire-type. The message was always clear, from the way he pushed a paw down on her chest to the possessive manner in how he almost herded her.

She was his.

That smile softened, becoming more pitying and causing her hands to tighten. She didn’t know what she hated more about coming to the Pokeholics Anonymous meetings. The pity, or the constant attempts by these men bemoaning having a sex life revolving around fucking their captive females.

“He’s a good boy. He’s just trying to keep me safe. That’s his job.”

“Well, yes…I would say that you are correct there.” His gaze shifted from Dorey to land on the woman sitting next to her. Out of the corner of Dorey’s eye she could see the way she stiffened under his attention. “You see, when we capture a pokemon, we enter into a contract with them…”

“One that says we are partners. We’re equals, and we’re friends.” Dorey snapped off before he could finish. It had been ingrained too many times in her head for her to resist. “That we’re not there to be fucked by them, right?”

“…I wouldn’t use such crass language, but in your terms, that is correct.” His smile faltered before returning to full strength. “Dorey, I appreciate you being open with us about this. Would you tell the group what you did to rectify this situation?”

This time, the silence that filled the room seemed so much more intense, weighing down on her chest and reminding her of what it felt like to be on camera. As much as she hated that she couldn’t control the rosy tone blossoming to her cheeks, it was difficult for her to control it. She didn’t dare tell them the truth. That she had spent the night licking Captain’s fuzzy sac as ‘apology’ for daring to so much as raise her voice at him.

She shifted a little in her chair to better position herself, intensely mindful of the wet warmth that was dribbling down her legs. Her own arousal or Captain’s leftover cum, she didn’t dare think it was the former.

“I told him that…we can’t keep doing this. I mean, in all fairness, he doesn’t like it when another man tells me what to do.” That was something that only he was allowed to do after all. The flustered feeling she was experiencing only grew stronger at that admission. She swore she could even taste the phantom flavor of his sour balls on her mouth when she reminisced about it. “Anddddd…I think he understood.”

The looks she got from the other men and the whispered comments told her all she needed to know. Like a broken record it was always the same thing from her, meeting after meeting. Captain treated her like a bitch, she tried – in vain – to punish him for it, only to be punished in turn.

It was moments like this that made her certain Arceus was laughing at her for falling head over heels for one of his children.

“Well,” he began, his voice leaving little doubt in her mind that he might not have fully believed her, “I’m happy to hear that you’re making progress on that front. Carson, perhaps you would like to tell us why you’re here?”

Dorey was thankful for the sudden shift in attention that brought those eyes off of her. She didn’t want to put the other woman on the spite like this, and she could see out of the corner of her vision that she sat there like a sawsbuck caught in the headlights of a speeding truck. The look on her face was unreadable, but if she had to guess she seemed mesmerized by Dorey’s almost casual reveal.

“I…I’m good.” She whispered, as quiet as a rattata’s squeak while she sat up straighter in her chair. “I’m just here to…uh, listen. Is all…”

“If you’re certain. There’s no judgement here, if you wish to share, we’re willing to listen. Gentlemen, why don’t we hear from you?”

One of the younger men sighed loudly, enough to draw the attention away from Carson. “I got with my lopunny again last night. I we-piss off, okay!” His shoulders broadened and he glared at one of the other men sitting across from him. Dorey could see the smirk that alighted on his face as well as the condescending chuckle thrown his way.

“Gabe, language, please. We’re in a place of worship and I’d like you to remember as such.”

“Sorry father…so I went to the bar last night. And I was having fun, getting some drinks, but none of the women I talked to gave me the time of day. Women are all the same, bunch of prudes-…sorry, Dorey.” He grumbled under his breath when he realized she had shot him a sharp glance, “none of them wanted to talk to me. I bought them a ton of drinks and they just acted like I wasn’t even there. I got home, my lopunny was there giving me the look, and…well…”

Dorey’s attention began to shift while he went on a tangent about his woes, how his pokemon had ‘seduced’ him. How he could have been with any women that he wanted if he weren’t so distracted by the seductress that he had captured. It was, admittedly, incredibly boring to listen to. It wasn’t abnormal for her to hear them bemoan their lackluster sex lives, in fact, after she had first joined up it had taken months for them to stop talking detrimentally about the fairer sex.

She could see Carson moving uncomfortably in her seat as he went on. If she weren’t so nervous, the sidelong glances that she through Dorey’s way might have been missed. As it was, she could sense that she was full on staring at her most of the time.

A few of the other men sparsely spoke up, throwing their own experiences on the matter out in the open. It went on like this for a while, with Dorey’s mind drifting back to Captain.

The first few times she had come here she had been left feeling guilty, as if she were doing nothing more than seeking absolution for her poorly kept secrets. Even now her heart was beating in her chest hard enough that she was certain Carson must have been able to hear the steady thud. Her face still felt warm, and she had no doubt that the redness hadn’t diminished in the slightest.

When the next man started talking about his vaporeon, she could take it no longer. She got up from her chair and gave a brief nod towards Father Joseph, before slipping out of the room.

As much ‘support’ as this group gave her, it still got so boring listening to men talking about fucking their pokemon. Too often she saw the looks on their faces and the shamelessness in their eyes. How it was always the pokemon’s fault that they were giving into their vices. Of course, it was never their fault. Her, on the other hand? The way they spoke to her with such contempt left no doubt in her mind that they were nothing more than hypocrites.

At least she could be honest with herself.

The chilly night air was welcoming in diminishing the warmth she felt on her face, although it did nothing to chase away the heat she felt in her stomach. It didn’t seem these meetings helped in quelling the desire that a rough mating not even two hours ago hadn’t been able to satisfy. If anything, she could feel the ensnaring tendrils of need wrapping around her stomach.

After fishing around in her pocket she drew the crumpled pack of cigarettes she had there and flipped them open. Only a handful remained, crushed and bent from the countless times she had pulled them out only to shove them back into their hiding place. She hadn’t gotten a new pack since she first returned from the island with Captain. From the way he turned his nose up at her whenever she smoked one, it wasn’t hard for her to gather that he disapproved. If that wasn’t enough of a indicator, the bite marks on the package reminded her of all the times he had forcibly taken them from her in the past.

The door to the church opened as soon as she lit the end of one of them. Feeling like a teenager caught by their parents, she stood there with the lit end of the cigarette dimly illuminating her face.

Carson stood there, the freckles on her face emphasized by a red face that rivaled Dorey’s own. Their eyes met for a moment before she quickly looked away from Dorey and folded her arms over her chest.

“Sorry, I…had to get some air. It’s…dang it, I didn’t even want to come to this stupid thing. My parents made me.” She pressed her back to the wall, the doorway to the building separating the two of them. “It’s like…I’m nineteen, I should get to make these choices if I want, right?” She regarded her out of the corner of her eye, as if trying to place just what she thought on the matter. “Just ‘cause I’m living at home they think they can run my life still.”

Dorey took a long, slow drag on her cigarette before blowing the smoke out, the cloud soon fading as the wind caught it. That feeling of light-headedness hit her and she had to steel herself against it. Captain’s disapproval of her smoking left her rather vulnerable to the immediate effects of the tobacco. She cleared her throat with a soft cough and took another puff.

“Your parents know about it? I do not envy you at all.” She flicked her finger to knock the ash from the cigarette, “so…full disclosure, I may not be the best person to talk to regarding all this, I’m not exactly trying to stop.”

She expected a more shocked reaction than she received. Carson’s nervous expression didn’t waver for a single moment.

“I-I know. I’ve seen your streams.”

Dorey was so surprised by this blunt revelation that she dropped the cigarette to the ground.

In the last few months, she had always dreaded this moment. When she looked into the embarrassed face of the younger woman, it was clear Carson was just as unsure about this awkward meeting as she was. None of the men inside knew of her streams, of just how far down the raboot hole she went.

“It was, uh, kind of the thing that made me…want to…try it.” Her nervous smile faded, leaving her glancing around unsteadily while she looked from the cigarette laying on the ground and then back up to her. “I uh, couldn’t believe it was you when I saw you. Then I heard your voice, and…well, then I knew it really was.

She nodded curtly and brought one of her shoes down on the glowing embers of her discarded cigarette. It stunned her to silence faster than she would have believed possible. Even when she was performing under the moniker of the Hoenn Huntress, it was very rare for anyone to take notice of her in public.

“That’s uh…it’s…always nice to meet a fan?” She chuckled in a weary fashion before glancing back towards the door. The last thing she wanted at that moment was for one of the group to come out and find her in such a flustered state. It had taken a while for her to build up a persona of someone whose skin they couldn’t’ get under. “Kind of…not used to it, if I’m being honest.”

“Oh, no! No, believe me, I,” Dorey could see her swallow, “this is so embarrassing…it’s probably rude of me, isn’t it? You just always seemed so proud of what you were doing that to see you in a place like this…”

Dorey shoved her hands into her pockets while regarding the flustered, younger woman. In the gleam of the light pouring from the stained-glass window above, her brown hair took on a chestnut hue that seemed muddled compared to the vibrant green clothing she was wearing. She had to fight to keep the tremble out of her hands, and she was thankful that Carson couldn’t see just how nervous she was as well.

It wasn’t a conversation she wanted to have. To try and describe the mixture of shame and satisfaction she felt was something that plagued her more than she liked to admit. It wasn’t something she even wanted to admit to herself.

Her head tilted back against the brick wall, the firm embrace of the masonry providing a way for her to center herself under the storm of thoughts that invaded her mind. As she did so, her gaze lingered on the stain-glass window.

“You…ever wonder how big Arceus’ dick is?”

That question garnered a wide-eyed stare of disbelief from Carson. Her curious expression faded and was soon answered with an amused snort of disbelief.

“His…what?”

“You know,” she gestured with one hand towards the window above them, “God of Pokemon, the guy the church prays to…he’s got junk, right? Just…something I wonder about while I’m sitting in there.”

For all her apprehension of being judged by the literal god of this world, that thought played around in her mind when she was in meeting more than she liked to admit. She shot a weary smile towards Carson and was relieved to see simple question had seemed to abate her curiosity.

“Big pokemon like that…gotta have a big dick, right?”

Carson nodded stiffly, head bouncing like a doduo’s before the sound of a sweet giggle reached Dorey’s ears. It was youthful, excited, something that made her wonder when the last time she herself felt so amused. Everything in her life had been so serious, from her focus on her career to her hunts, that to have it all suddenly end had left her little more than a leaf tossed to the wind.

“I bet he does.” She giggled again, and only now did Dorey realize how excited she seemed. Her breath was coming out fast, almost unsteady as her gaze wandered upwards. It was something she recalled seeing from herself in the videos. “Like, super big. I only started with Damien a week ago and…I can’t imagine anyone bigger than he is. Although I do kind of…check out other pokemon when I take him for walks. J-Just ‘cause I’m curious,” she stammered, balking at her sudden admission, “…is that weird?”

Dorey snorted in amusement at that. “No. It just means I’m not the only one doing it. Not that Captain would probably ever let me find out, you’ve seen the videos, right? He’s, uh,” she pulled down on the edge of her shirt, giving her a glance at the scars that decorated her skin, “a little…possessive.”

It was at this moment that she realized that she was still locked up in Captain’s collar. The symbol of his ownership over her. She had worn it to a group focused around ending sex lives with Pokemon.

No wonder Father Joseph seemed so pitying to her that night. No wonder she had garnered so many stares when she first came in that night.

Carson took a cautious step towards her, mystified eyes resting on the love markings decorating her. It was strange to Dorey that she felt so comfortable revealing them. For the longest time she had sought to hide them from the judgmental gazes of those she passed on the street.

“Does it…hurt?” She asked, lifting one arm as if to reach out and touch her, before she remembered her place. Carson’s hand tucked against the swell of her bosom as she cleared her throat, the rosy color of her cheeks reminding her of an overripened tamato berry. “Forgive me if I sound rude, but I don’t think I could ever let Damien do that to me. I don’t think he’d…want to.”

Dorey didn’t realize just how starved she was for this kind of conversation. No judgement, no harsh words. Even with Father Joseph she knew that he didn’t approve of her lifestyle. Here it was just…open honesty.

“At first it did, was even worse when he would lick at it since his tongue is so rough. You get used to it, though. It wasn’t something I thought I’d ever do either.” That memory of the first night, her first stream was always in the back of her mind. It was what had locked her into this cycle of depravity, after all. A cycle that she couldn’t break out from.

Nights like this where she spoke of her exploits to a group of people made her realize it was only because she was unwilling to.

A chirp sounded from her wrist and she grimaced when she saw the time. “Shit, it was nice talking to you, but Captain gets pissed if I’m out for more than an hour. Maybe you’ll…make it to another meeting?”

Carson grew disappointed so fast that Dorey almost felt bad about it. She assumed that Carson was in the same boat as her, having all these sordid questions to ask and no one to ply with them.

“Oh, yeah, it was really nice talking to you, Dorey.” She hesitated uncertainly before reaching in her pocket and pulling out a phone. “Listen, I know this may seem really weird and really sudden. Maybe I could get your number? So…we don’t have to wait for meeting?” Hopefulness hung on her words like a shroud, almost making Dorey feel guilty for cutting the meeting short. “I don’t think I’ll be able to go back in there tonight, so I’m going to head out too.”

“…what the hell.” She reached over and took it from her, realizing that she almost felt giddy as she entered her name in the phone. “I could use someone to talk to that appreciates,” she gestured with her head to the depiction of Arceus above. “Don’t be a stranger.”

The dim lighting of the apartment welcomed her when she stepped through the front door. Going from the openness of the street to seclusion brought her no shortage of relief, more than she realized she needed.

“Captain, baby, I’m home…”

She mumbled the words, but almost instantly she heard the scratch of paw pads on the wooden floor. The mighteyna slipped from the shadows that surrounded him, looking up at her with an expectant gaze before snorting to himself. His muzzle pressed against her leg in a soothing caress that she had come to expect from him, and she dropped to her knees soon afterwards.

“I forgot to take your damn collar off…” She grumbled, tilting her head back to show him the black leather decorating her neck. “Can’t believe you didn’t mention anything to me. It’s almost like you want everyone to know I’m your bitch. That doesn’t sound like you, know does it?”

That comment was met with a facsimile of a smirk, the canine’s tongue lolling from the side of his muzzle soon afterwards. His breath was sour on her face, but that didn’t stop her from leaning forward to kiss his slobbery tongue. It instantly darted into her mouth, taking her by surprise and forcing her to hold back on her gag reflex.

The front door to the apartment kept her pinned as he stepped closer, his yellow eyes boring into her own.

Sometimes she regretted teaching Captain how to kiss. Her cheeks bulged out as his tongue lapped all over the inside of her mouth, spreading his bitter-tasting saliva everywhere he could. He was typically so ravenous with his kisses that when he froze so suddenly she was taken aback.

She knew what it was as soon as he drew his tongue back into his mouth with a wet smack. A thread of saliva glistened in the air between them, illuminated by the light above the kitchen sink. His eyes had narrowed sharply, regarding her with such grim hostility that she felt her blood cool.

“C-Come on, Captain,” her attempts to garner his sympathy were met with a terse growl, “it was just one. I didn’t even get to finish it.”

Her pleas for understanding landed on empty, triangular ears when he took a curt step back. He turned to face away from her, his bushy tail jerking upwards to display the heavy, fuzzy sac that dangled between his hind legs. The swollen orbs swayed against his hind legs as he gestured with his head for her to follow him.

Dorey sighed, watching while he trotted forward into their bedroom.

Normally she remembered to mask the taste of her cigarettes with the very breath mints she had brought with her. After talking with Carson, her giddiness had driven this crucial step out of her mind.

As her mind drifted to the younger woman, she wondered if she truly had forgotten to prepare for Captain’s inspection. His inspections of her were never a surprise, she should have known he was going to check her. She knew, as much as she begrudged admitting it, that she had wanted to get caught.

Her phone vibrated steadily as she pulled it from her pocket, the phone number one that she wasn’t familiar with. With the knowledge that she was going to spend the rest of the night with Captain’s sizeable sac resting on her face, the message within did nothing to help her flaring libido.

‘If you have time to hang out, give me a call.

_ p.s. I played with Damien as soon as I got home. He wants to meet you.’_