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The sound of rushing water was music to Darren's ears. It was a shame he temporarily needed to drown it out with the sound of his car's engine, but so it went. He couldn't pay to have a psychic Pokémon teleport him everywhere.

His vehicle went into park a short ways away from the river. Out stepped Darren into the warm weather; a rather tall man with an average build, slightly tanned and dark-haired but light-eyed, looking good for being in his early 30s but not likely to be mistaken for younger. The sunlight only blocked by the heavy tree cover overhead, and definitely beating down closer to the riverbank; the wind was a bit cool thanks to the rushing water, but that was only good in this air, which would have been plenty hot elsewhere. A great day to be doing what he was doing, without a doubt…that was one of the things he loved about his job, how many opportunities he got to be outside, enjoying nature, and doing a few things to support it along the way.

He popped his trunk and started pulling out boxes of equipment and camping supplies. By now he was used to all that it took to set everything up, having been doing this for over a decade. He wouldn't set up the tent just yet, he could do that once he had things squared away at the riverbank, getting all that ready was a bit more labor-intensive but once he had things set up he didn't need to do too much more than occasionally monitor it between other tasks.

Darren was a hydrologist - a scientist studying the movement of water, the water cycle, and the impact of human activity on water. His specialty was environmental monitoring - checking the health of water bodies, taking samples to examine potential contamination, checking the ecology of the bodies to see how life was performing, and the like. He'd seen it all - from the cleanest, freshest springs that embodied the concept of water as purity, to the dingiest, most devastatingly polluted lakes and ponds that would make you wonder how someone could even think of sticking a finger into them. Those were difficult experiences, but Darren used his role to communicate what needed to be done to help turn things around, to those who were in the business of doing so. Darren consulted on that, but he wasn't the one who did the work on it - that usually took teams with specialties different from his. Still, his role was important, and he'd seen the restoration of several severely damaged water bodies in his time, cleaned and purified and with flora and fauna re-established, and sources of pollution cleared away to prevent them from descending back into toxic disaster.

His task this day - and in fact over the year - was the Calges River, a long river that ran along several towns and cities of non-trivial size. Concerns about pollution had been rising in recent years, after long histories of being ignored; fewer pollutants were being released, but the cumulative effects had certainly had lasting impacts, and active remediation would certainly be necessary. Darren's goal was to find out how extensive that was. He'd already been studying several other locations along the river, some of which looked fairly good and others of which were clearly impaired…none of them the worst he'd ever seen, but certainly there were a lot of spots short of ideal. And then there were some locations where the impact hadn't been as direct, but the result of flow from the most impaired bodies; these were areas which looked okay on the face of them but closer examination would show signs of difficulty. The spot he was in now was definitely a candidate for that, it was a ways away from the nearest major pollution spot but everything carried to some degree, he wanted to know how much and what would need to be done.

Of course, perhaps it would be better than it looked. Water-type Pokémon were one of the early defenses - they had natural abilities to clean up some nasties from the water, in fact by using their own - their natural water supplies (which still no one could figure out where they came from) had anti-contamination properties that neutralized some pollutants. They could only do so much, though, and when the water got too bad it tended to force them out, causing a cascading effect. They were often instrumental in the remediation process, along with Poison-types which could easily absorb toxins to no ill effect and could introduce their own neutralizers. It was fascinating for Darren to see, though observation from a distance was all he did - he had no Pokémon of his own, he wasn't much for that sort of thing, he preferred to do his own thing and let them do theirs.

His first course of action was to set up his mobile hydromonitoring station. A piece of electronic equipment that was designed to take certain readings from the water, looking at general flow and other basic attributes. It was lightweight and waterproof, both ideal attributes for near the river; for stiller bodies of water, it was more likely that he'd use something more heavy-duty, which could perhaps perform a few more functions at once, but with moving water there were different considerations. He worked on getting that all squared away under the heat of the sun; the temptation to jump in was pretty strong, but he always waited until he knew what the water quality was like, just to avoid contaminating any of the readings. The fresh breeze off of the river helped him weather the heat, though, and he got things set up with no real issues, so that it could start taking readings within about an hour of his starting. He'd want to keep track of them to make sure there weren't any errors, but he could now take a bit of down time.

And of course, as he often did, his first thing to do with the down time was take a little walk down the riverbank. A visual inspection could tell him a few things - not nearly as much as the equipment and sample testing, but he could see if there had been any unusual human interference, or if there were any features that he should take note of, or the overall health of the wildlife in the area. Plus, he liked taking walks near the water, it was enjoyable and relaxing, particularly near well-kept bodies. This part of the Calges seemed to be in good shape on the surface - he could see some fish swimming and they looked pretty vigorous, birds and other small wildlife were nearby, and the water was relatively clear. It was even remarkably trash-free…that was usually a good sign that there were Pokémon around, they often took care of garbage that got in there.

He didn't actually see any Pokémon on his offhand search, but he didn't expect to - not many made their actual homes in the main bodies of the rivers, they mostly used them for travel. They more often stayed on the banks or settled in the calmer parts, off tributaries or ponds or lakes. It made sense - most people didn't make their homes in a constant windstorm, either, and while Water-types could fight current better than anyone else, it was still something that took effort. Maybe he'd see them while he was out here, maybe he wouldn't - either way wouldn't matter, he would leave them alone and they would leave him alone.

That was the plan, at least…he wasn't prepared to have someone else throw a curveball into it.

Darren wasn’t at all prepared for it when it happened - very suddenly and unexpectedly, he was hammered by a powerful Hydro Pump from behind. It knocked him to the ground, and then he was barraged by that furious stream of water relentlessly, driving the air out of his chest. He could barely breath for a few seconds, before it finally relented and he was able to slowly push himself up to his hands and knees. That had taken a LOT out of him…now he knew why it was considered such a devastating Water-type attack. One of those things that he didn’t need to find out about firsthand, but now he had.

His first instinct was to turn around and tell off the stranger who'd attacked him - some might have called him not smart for that, but most Pokémon didn't attack people randomly, and they usually responded to getting taken to task when they went over the line. So he flopped himself over onto his rear, intending to give the Pokémon a good talking to…and that idea died very quickly when he saw what had fired at him. A Floatzel…and it was HUGE. Darren was not a small man, his last physical had set him at 6'3", but this Floatzel was easily a foot taller than that. Far larger than they normally were…which could only mean one thing. An Alpha. Not a common sight in areas where humans inhabited these days, it was the first time he'd ever seen one in person. And it was smirking down at him in a way that did not leave him feeling comfortable…one of the warnings he always heard was that Alphas were aggressive, and you needed to be careful about what you said to them. Quite often, “no" was not a good answer.

“Been a while since I last had a human intruder in my area." The Floatzel chuckled, in that way that suggested it was less about humor and more about something he had planned. “It's fun making you all soaking wet, you just seem so out of sorts when you're covered in water."

“…Yeah, I mean, compared to YOU…what was that all about?" Darren tried not to make it sound confrontational, though that was difficult the way he worded it.

“Easy. You're treading my territory, without my permission. You get a soaking wet welcome. I can give you another if you decide to push it."

“I'll…pass, thanks."

“Heh, it's cute that you think it's a choice YOU get to make." Oh, Darren wasn't liking this already; the Floatzel was one of those territorial types, and was one of those assertive and controlling types. Of course, he really shouldn't have found that surprising, Alphas were usually like that. “Of course, maybe I'm feeling generous and I don't have to soak you again…but that depends on you."

“Right. I can be right on my way, mister Floatzel Of Unusual Size." He wouldn't mind that, either, being as sopping wet as he was…it was going to be kind of a long walk back, but better than irritating this guy more.

The Floatzel folded his arms and smirked. “Oh, I'm gonna need a bit more respect than THAT. You should call me Ractys, that's a lot more deferential than your cheeky little title."

“I…right. Ractys. That's…your name, I presume. If we're doing introductions, then, my name's Darren."

“Oh, I don't think I need YOUR name, human, I'm not worried about giving YOU respect."

Yeah, this was going south in a hurry. Darren didn't know what Ractys's problem was, but he was worried it was about to be his problem in short order. “I…don't really have any desire for it, Ractys. I just want to head back to my campsite and dry off, and you can forget I was ever here."

“Oh, I don't think so…not until I've gotten a couple questions answered by you." Ractys leered towards Darren a bit, taking a couple steps towards him. “But, I suppose perhaps I overdid the water a bit. Those funny things you wear look like they won't dry off easily. I suppose I could let you hang them up so they can dry in the sun."

That sounded a little promising, at least, albeit a touch confusing. “Okay…so you'll let me go, but you want me to come back?"

Ractys's grin widened. “Who said you were going anywhere? That branch there should be just fine." Of course, he should have known it wouldn't be that easy. Ractys was making a little power play over him…having him undress was supposed to make Darren feel more awkward and exposed, and it was liable to work. But what could he do? Trying to say no could end in another water blast…or, perhaps, a more physical confrontation, which had the potential to remove his clothes in a much more irreversible way. Darren was not a fighter, most humans weren't a good match for even Pokémon smaller than they were…larger ones won almost uncontested.

Reluctantly, he complied. At least he wasn't wearing much, he'd gone barefoot and his clothes were pretty light. His T-shirt came off, flopped over the branch to drip onto the grass. He kept his back to Ractys as he dropped his shorts and his boxers, hanging them while doing his best to settle his nerves over being indecent. It was a Pokémon, they didn't give a damn, even the ones that 'wore' something didn't really consider it clothing, just part of their existence, and they had zero compunction about doffing when it was convenient…it was just his own hang-ups, but still, they were hang-ups, he didn't relish Ractys seeing him all hanging out, which he knew was what the Floatzel wanted.

Once again, a presumption that was going to cost him. Perhaps showing off his hind side wasn't the best idea in hindsight…

No sooner had Darren hung up his boxers than he was tackled from behind by a cool, slick-furred body. He hit the grass hard, then tried to jerk away as Ractys held tightly to him and rolled them both onto their sides. “H-hey! What's the big idea?!"

“Oh, it's VERY big, though it's less of an idea and more of a reality!" cackled Ractys, and Darren gasped as he felt a rubbing against his backside. “You were so eager to show off that cute little ass of yours, how could I possibly resist?"

“Ngh! W-wait, that's…I didn't…"

“Now, now, human, you didn't think you were going to leave without paying some kind of toll for trespassing, did you?" purred Ractys in Darren's ear, silencing the human as he scratched lightly with his stubby claws. The Floatzel's erection was starting to show, hidden in a fairly indistinct sheath until it pushed out…Darren could feel it more than see it, cool, slick, somewhat tapered, and absolutely huge, matching the Alpha Pokémon's general size. “I haven't had a chance at a human in far too long, none of them come out here anymore and the ones that used to always carried their little playmates around with them, so I couldn't get to them in time…I've always wanted to try one of you, I've heard your rumps are tighter than even Pokémon half your size. Of course, most are tight around someone like ME, but still…"

If there was anything that sunk Darren's chances of getting out of this, it was that. There was no real way out of this mess - Ractys had him in a bad position in the first place, he had a pretty tight hold and was at least as strong as Darren had anticipated. Even if he somehow got away, though, the Floatzel was almost certainly faster and would beat him in a foot chase…and even if he somehow escaped, his clothes were in Ractys's possession. He did have spares, but there was zero guarantee he'd be able to keep them intact, either - Ractys would certainly come after him, probably destroy his clothes, possibly destroy his equipment, and get what he wanted in the end. Darren had always heard that the best advice for what to do when confronted by an Alpha Pokémon was “whatever they say"…he was starting to figure out what they meant by that. Right now, his best option that he could see was to give in to Ractys and hope that that satisfied him. “…Fine…you can…do what you want…"

He was a tiny bit afraid that surrender might irritate the Pokémon, that Ractys wanted them struggling and trying to escape, but the Floatzel displayed nothing of the sort as he tightened his hold around the exposed human. “That's what I like to hear. Heh, you're a smart one, got yourself all ready without me having to get rough…those funny little rags are so easy to get off, you know." Well, that hinted one thing to Darren, this wasn't just a random pounce, Ractys had been intending this from the start. “Now, let's see whether the rumors line up with the reality…"

The pointed tip of Ractys's tool pushed up against Darren's pucker, and the human clenched reflexively before trying to force himself to relax. Not that it was easy, given what he was surrendering to…he wasn't experienced with males, but such things were widely regarded as irrelevant to Pokémon, many of whom wondered why they would be that discriminating over something as silly as gender. It was a pretty daunting ask to start out with an Alpha Pokémon, though…but Darren didn't get a choice in the matter, as he felt Ractys grip him tighter and then suddenly SHOVE in, that monster entering him rather forcefully and making him cry out. Unprepared, but anything but dry, that slick tool squished in with surprisingly little effort, so naturally slick and with enough power behind it to obviate any resistance.

“Mmph! Arceus, they weren't lying!" huffed Ractys rapturously, clutching tight to the human and curling his fingers against Darren's chest. “Haah, supremely tight, it's so glorious…" Darren had to agree, mainly because he was the one being intensely stretched out, it felt like a log had been shoved back there. Though surprisingly painless for that kind of stretch…it wasn't the most comfortable thing, but it didn't outright pain him, he just felt the protest from the distended flesh of his rear end. All in all, not as bad as he feared it might be…

“Phew…right, let's get the other half in." Darren only had a moment to register that Ractys had said other HALF before the Floatzel made it a reality, driving in hard and shoving an even thicker mass of dick inside him, expanding the stretch and extending the depth of it considerably. If he'd thought he'd been full before, now he was kicking himself for his foolishness…at least, though, he could feel the Floatzel's fur against his butt, this was indeed the rest of what he had to deal with. Now he just had to deal with it…

Ractys wasn't making that easy. His tight grip on Darren gave him the leverage to go as hard as he wanted, and he apparently wanted to go quite hard. A good portion of that cock was slipping out of him and then being planted back inside, making him feel that stretch even more potently as his body relaxed and then was distended again. And there was plentiful leakage inside him, making his ass a sopping mess that was only spreading with each time the Floatzel's body smacked his. Over and over, Ractys wasn't going easy on him in the slightest, Darren's unaccustomed ass being put to the test…he did his best to control his breathing, despite the fact that he felt like Ractys was trying to hump the air right out of him. But it was slowly getting easier to handle, and the pleasure was starting to break through, unbidden though it was. Darren found himself erecting as the beating to his prostate began to register in earnest, and he was giving off little shivers as the sensations started to creep in…and he was torn on them, he wasn't sure he wanted to encourage Ractys, but if he had to endure it anyway having it feel good didn't seem like a terrible thing.

“Heh, see? Starting to enjoy it already…" Ractys's voice in his ear made him squirm a bit, and another thrust made Darren clench down on that intruder. “It doesn't take long if you don't try to deny it, you know. Humans get so uptight about this stuff…I don't know how your species reproduces without a good alpha showing you how to make a statement." If this was how alphas fucked all the time, no wonder they were so rare…Darren didn't know how smaller mons could handle that kind of thing. Even though he was adjusting to it, Ractys still had a hell of an energy to him, and was driving in with as much force as when he started, maybe even more, making loud slaps and slurps as his voluminous precum leaked out all over the place...Darren could swear that he was wetter now than when he started, that slick stuff all over his back and backside and the backs of his legs. At least it would probably be easy to wash out and off, once this was done. Assuming Ractys let him…

The Floatzel had another surprise in store for him, though. Without warning, Ractys's right hand swept down, and Darren let out a gasp as he felt a cool paw wrap around his cock, starting to stroke it slightly roughly with a tense grip on it. “My, my, what have we here? A sign of how much you like what I'm doing for you? Let's make sure you show it as enthusiastically as possible…" His snicker rang in Darren's ear as he started to squirm in earnest now, his voice unable to hold back strained moans and cries of bliss as he was worked over back and front. Even with only one arm on him, Ractys still had him totally under control, maybe even more so with how tight he held to Darren's shaft - there was no trying to get away from that. Quite the opposite, it turned out, as he found himself slightly humping into it, his body's motions only semi-voluntary.

Harder, faster, Ractys shifted to a gear Darren didn't even know he had, pounding him even more fiercely and masturbating him like Darren's life depended on it. Any pretense of not getting anything out of it was gone, Darren looked like an impassioned and experienced submissive to the alpha Pokémon, pushing back into his thrusts and forward into his paw, getting nice and wet at both ends. His controlled breathing was gone, too, now shaky and rapid breaths all the air he was getting in, leaving him feeling even more agitated and making his heart pound harder against his chest. And the sneaky Floatzel was only turning the screws, giving him cheeky licks and nips as he imposed his will on Darren…an observer might have mistaken it for something they had both eagerly assented to, rather than the alpha conquering it was.

And Darren was surrendering to it - there was no stopping it, he couldn't have been prepared for this, and his body was quite vulnerable to the novel and ferocious stimulation of spots that didn't get attention from others, ever. He wasn't even ready for it when it rushed through him, his voice almost shocked before twisting into an amorous tenor as he came, squirting his load into the grass in front of him as Ractys's fingers milked him of his seed. His ass clamped down hard on that slick shaft spearing into him, disrupting Ractys's rhythm only modestly…it still forced its way in without much impediment, showing just how powerful the Alpha was and how readily it could overcome his resistance.

Perhaps that was what helped Ractys reach that peak as well…suddenly the Floatzel growled, gripped Darren tighter, and slammed in, once, twice, thrice and there it stayed, a trilling cry ringing in the human's ears as he was suddenly blasted from the inside with watery spunk. It was like someone had turned on a hose and was rhythmically amping up the pressure, each jet feeling like a multitude of orgasms all wrapped into one with how copious the fluids were. A ton of it was gushing out of Darren's ass, he couldn't possibly cling down tight enough to keep the thin seed from flowing out…but there was even more going in, and he could feel the pressure and bloat from it as it made his gut slowly but surely push out a bit. His own orgasm had tapered off, leaving him with just strained moans as he filled up more and more, the cum fighting for space in him against the pressure and leaving him leakier and messier than ever.

“Heh, looks like your tank's a bit small," Ractys purred as his paw went from Darren's cock to his somewhat rounded stomach. “Clearly you haven't been preparing for a properly virile Water-type. I think you could stand to get some extra practice with that…give you a bit more experience stretching out and taking in what I've got. Heh, lucky for you I'm not one of the ones with a knot, you'd have a REALLY hard time if I could plug you up so much tighter than this…"

Darren let out a bit of a sigh. I should have figured once wouldn't be enough for him… There was no chance of him winning any argument in opposition to this, Ractys was perfectly capable of taking exactly what he wanted and he'd use Darren's enjoyment of this to justify it. “Mmph…I'll…let you have your fun, as long as…you give me time to do my work…"

“Oh, trying to make deals, are we?" Ractys snickered. “Hmhm, well, I can play along with that. I'll give you time for whatever this work is that you're so keen on, but you'll be doing it without those pointless coverings so that I don't have to spend time getting you to get them off. And if you try to…heh, I may not have much in the way of claws, but a few sharp tugs should do the trick…"

“Ngh…fine…" Darren knew he couldn't push his luck too far, getting even one agreement out of Ractys that he really couldn't have done much to enforce was about all he could hope for. At least the weather was supposed to be good…and no one really did come out here very much, so maybe he wasn't at much risk for being embarrassed about his exposure. Though he was at risk for having trouble walking for a while…

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Unmolested it was not, but Darren was in fact able to continue his work. It was not exactly the style he was used to - no clothes, no tent, he spent a lot of his time held in the arms and impaled on the cock of a horny Floatzel. Over the next couple of days, he'd even gotten more or less used to it, to the point where even when Ractys pounced and lanced him from tip to base in one fell swoop, there wasn't even really that much discomfort, just a stretched feeling that felt even a little bit good. The main issue he had was keeping up, his own cock and balls were sore and weary from the constant use, and not particularly productive in most of their rounds. But he could endure that for a little while, if it meant being able to get away without other issues.

Maybe he should've realized something was up with how much Ractys was asking about what he did. A oddly large amount of questions about what he was doing, why he was doing it, how he was doing it…things that Darren wouldn't have expected him to be interested in in the slightest. But he wasn't averse to talking about it, it was more his element and he had precious little of that.

“Really? You just take bits of water and bring them to some funny machine and it tells you all about what's in there?" Ractys's eyes pored over the sample vials Darren was setting into his case.

“Well, it's not quite as precise as that, but there's a lot of things that can be pretty well identified from the results. Most of the most common pollutants have distinct signatures, and we can dig into the ones that don't."

“And all this to clean these places up so they're better living for Pokémon and other water creatures? And here I thought humans didn't do anything that selfless."

“…There are probably some, uh, self-serving motivations in there, I won't lie, but a good cause is a good cause. I mean, wanting to have a clean waterway so that people don't get sick, so you can actually do things with it, is a good reason even if it's not totally altruistic. But I guess for me it's just satisfying to see clean waters, I don't really have any skin in the game apart from that."

Ractys was grinning at him in that way that had Darren nervous. “Oh, believe me, I've a GREAT appreciation for nice clean water. I make sure anywhere around me is nice and pure. And you're doing that for this river now? What happens when that's done?"

Darren thought about that for a moment. “Well, I don't know exactly where, but I'll move on to other waterways. There's no shortage of lakes and streams that need attention, and lots of people do have a want or need for my services. It'll just depend on who hires our firm. It can be kind of a trek, but usually it's quiet and uneventful…usually," he added with a touch of emphasis, giving the Floatzel a pointed look.

“So what you're saying is I brought some much-needed excitement into your life," Ractys replied cheekily.

“…That's a way of putting it."

“The best way, I'd say. And this is just what you do with your life? Travel around to different waters and test them and help get them cleaned up, with all your funny machines and such?"

“Pretty much. I do spend a bit of time in the lab itself, but I do a lot of field work. Probably at least 30 test sites a year, and usually spending at least a week at each one to make sure I do a thorough job. The Calges River Project is a bigger one than most, but that's because of how complex it is."

“It all sounds fascinating. Must be quite a bit of work…humans do like to keep themselves unnecessarily busy."

Darren rolled his eyes a bit. “It's not that bad. I'd say Pokémon could stand to be a bit busier."

“You know? You're absolutely right."

That wasn't what Darren expected, and he did a bit of a double-take and stared at Ractys. “Huh?"

“Getting to wander around, enjoy the waters all over the land, and helping to make them better? That sounds like the kind of busy I could get behind…and plenty of the other kind of busy wouldn't hurt either." Ractys stuck his tongue out at Darren. “So that's why I'm going to be your research assistant!"

“…You…what?"

“Your assistant! Someone to keep you company, to help you with your stuff, and to keep you nice and filled up with your own water. After all, they DO say hydration is important, do they not?"

“…That's definitely NOT the type of hydration they're talking about…" Darren rubbed his head. “Why would you want to do anything like that? I thought this was your territory?"

“It is, but it's too quiet here. I've already thought about moving somewhere else…but if I went to lots of different places, I don't think I'd ever get bored. And it's way too hard to get human ass out here, too, whereas tagging along with you, I've got plenty of it. And think of how much I could help if you came across another Pokémon! Keeping you nice and still so they can give you some variety too."

A sigh from the human. “You never turn off, do you? Nggh…even if I tried to say no, I' m not gonna be able to get out of here unless I agree to this, aren't I?"

Ractys snickered. “And they say humans can't be trained. I like you, I'd want to keep you regardless. But think how much more you'll get done with an assistant!"

“When you say that, you mean 'done' in the lewd sense, don't you?"

“That too. See, you're even on my wavelength already, how can you say no? Mrrr, this is gonna be so much fun! I can't wait to see the wide world of water, and soak the banks in my scent…"

At least he's excited… Darren thought resignedly, but he would have been lying if he tried to say there wasn't anything he liked about it. It definitely had been more interesting than his usual trip, and sometimes it COULD get a little lonely…still, he very much doubted Ractys was going to be an assistant so much as an authority, even the way he talked made clear he was still very much the Alpha. But, like that thick rod that kept reintroducing itself to his ass, maybe he could get used to that.