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File Name: Amorous Arcanine

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Details: Amorous Arcanine's Abjectly Adulatory Adventure

“How did you come to be in possession of this pokemon?"

Keith glanced at the old, pitted and worn pokeball that Jenny motioned to, sitting on her desk next to Jewel's custom soft-brown ball, Aleda's exotic-looking custom pokeball, and Tammy's plain-but-new pokeball. He was in an interview room, and Nova, Jenny's arcanine, was standing ominously in front of the door leading out, preventing any thought of escape.

“I uh… It's a long story, honestly," Keith said with a long sigh.

“Well you're not going anywhere," Jenny responded bluntly.

Keith glumly chewed on his tongue, and then nodded. “Yeah, you're right. Well. I was doing some work for my company-"

“-Violet Enterprises?"

“I… think. I don't know how much I should say. Can I speak off the record?"

“You may."

“I was either doing work for Violet Enterprises or Silhouette, which is a… um… Violet Enterprises is a subsidiary for it? But either way, I was doing work that was directly related to Violet Enterprises."

“Okay, back on the record now?"

“Yes. I was doing work for them around uh… Ecruteak, that was it," Keith said with a firm nod as he struggled to remember all of the details. “I was… picking up a package. The owner of Fayah, the lycanroc, tried to intercept the package. There was a… confrontation."

“Confrontation?"

“A pokemon battle."

“Official tournament rules or a street battle?"

“Definitely a street battle," Keith said with a grimace. “Involving me, my ninetales, Tammy, the vulpix, a leafeon, lucario, arcanine, and one of my friends who was there at the time, as well as an employee of Violet Enterprises who was involved in the dispute."

“All of you against the lycanroc and its trainer?"

“That is correct," Keith said, tapping his finger against the desk nervously.

“And you defeated this rival trainer, yes?"

Keith shook his head. “Arceus no. Fayah took all of the pokemon out. Every single one of them.The only way I could take her out of the fight was the scientist who got involved managed to palm her pokeball off the trainer and toss it to me. I returned Fayah to her ball, and then the other guy had no pokemon left. Atlas was still in the running enough to hold him in place until the police were called."

“Yes, I have the statements from that incident, everything you've said so far matches up. Did you return the lycanroc after the fight?"

Keith grimaced. “I did not."

“You understand that was theft, yes?" Jenny asked bluntly.

Keith stared down at his hands glumly. “I… I guess."

“You made no attempt to contact the original trainer, turn the lycanroc in, anything like that?"

“It's a lot more complicated than that," Keith countered.

“Explain."

“Well, I'm guessing he didn't report her missing, right?"

“He did, why do you think you're sitting there," Jenny responded flatly.

Keith grumbled. “I mean, back when all of this happened. It's been weeks since that incident. But he tracked me down, right here in Hoenn. He fought me for Fayah. Up near uh... “ Keith paused, trying to remember the name. “Mauville! He found us near Mauville and fought me for Fayah."

“Pokemon fight?"

“Fist fight," Keith responded immediately. “Does everyone solve every dispute with a pokemon fight around here?"

“You understand that a verbal contract over a fistfight does not establish ownership, yes?" Jenny asked pointedly. “'Winning' a pokemon in this manner is not a legal defense."

“What?" Keith asked, bewildered. “I lost. Soundly. I still got a bit of a black eye from it," he added, pointing at his own face.

“So you… lost."

“Yes."

“And?"

“Well… I gave his pokemon back."

Jenny stared at him, confused. “You know my next question."

“I… don't know," Keith said, biting his bottom lip. “I gave Fayah her pokeball and told her she could choose. She chose him. And I thought that was the end of it."

Jenny made a 'carry on' motion with her hand.

“But then, a couple nights ago, Fayah just… showed up again. With her pokeball."

“That is… not typical."

“No, no it is not," Keith said with a shake of his head.

“Do you have any extraordinary explanation for this extraordinary assertion?"

“Her old trainer, he's part of 'New Moon', they're like… They're like the evil sister corporation to Violet Enterprises. They treat their pokemon like shit. He abused Fayah. I saw video of it myself."

“Okay, so, why did she return to her trainer when you allegedly gave her the choice?"

“I… don't know," Keith said with a shake of his head. “You'd have to ask her that."

“And why would she subsequently run away from him, with her pokeball, and return to you?"

“I don't know," Keith repeated.

“You understand that your story sounds like fiction?" Jenny queried.

Keith sighed and nodded. “Yeah, it's a bit out there, isn't it? But you know what they say. 'Stranger than fiction' and all of that. But! My tablet, if you get it out, I have a video on there that proves… uh, 'corroborates' some of my story."

Jenny frowned, but then reached into the box of Keith's personal effects on her desk, pulling out his tablet. “Show me."

Keith powered the tablet on, and then dug around for the video, eventually finding it and flicking it on, turning the tablet to show Jenny.

“This is… a few days ago, in Mauville," Keith explained, as the window on the screen was shattered by a flying body. “And that is Fayah throwing her trainer out of a second-story window and into the street."

Jenny peered at the video, and winced slightly as the body hit the ground. “That looks like it would have left a mark."

“She tracked me down, right here outside the contest hall. I've had her since, as you probably can understand."

Jenny turned the tablet off, and then returned it to Keith's box of effects, looking down at her notepad and then heaving a long sigh. “Okay, I've taken down your side of the story. I can't do anything without the other trainer's side of events, though. So I will be holding you here in custody until you are transferred to a permanent holding facility or we talk to the person who has legal claim to the lycanroc. He has stated that he will be here tomorrow."

“Oh, great," Keith said, grimacing.

“There might be delays in processing due to the tropical storm coming in," Jenny explained, glancing at the window where storm clouds were advancing over the city. “You'll be in a cell for tonight, but I'll throw in some extra bedding since it's expected to get cold."

“Thank you?" Keith said uncertainly.

“Better than what's in the cells," Jenny responded grimly. She picked up Keith's tablet and slid it over towards him. “You can make a few calls if you need. But I cannot allow you to take electronics or pokemon into the holding area."

“Joyous," Keith responded flatly, picking up his tablet.

“Unless there is anything you'd like to add?"

“Jewel isn't my pokemon. I was just looking after her for a weekend. Can you please send her back to Violet Enterprises?"

“We cannot do that, but if you call them they can arrange for someone to come pick her up," Jenny explained.

Keith sighed. “Fine, fine, okay."

“I will fill out your paperwork and then take you to holding, please don't attempt to leave while I'm gone. Nova would very much enjoy wrestling you down."

Keith glanced over at the arcanine by the doorway.

She narrowed her eyes at him from under her police-hat, big fluffy tail giving a slow, predatory sweep.

Jenny rose to her feet, and picked up the box full of Keith's personal effects, and then headed for the door. She paused beside Nova, and poked her nose with a finger sternly, before saying in a murmur, “Do not molest the porn actor while I'm gone."

“Arc!" Nova responded with a firm nod.

---

“You what?!"

“Arrested," Keith repeated with a hollow laugh.

There was audible rustling from Fiona's end of the phone call. “Don't say anything, I'll send one of our lawyers over immediately."

“For some reason I'm picturing a greninja."

“What? No. Seviper."

Keith paused. “...What?"

“Of course our lawyers are human. We have one close enough that they'll be there by tomorrow."

“There's a big storm coming," Keith cautioned, staring out the window at clouds laden with the threat of rain. “And she said he was gonna be here tomorrow. Can your lawyer get here before he does?"

“Who? James?" Fiona's scowl was audible in her tone. “No. Probably not. Look, just don't say anything, don't make any statements. Answer no questions. Stall until the lawyer gets there."

Keith sucked air over his teeth.

Fiona's scowl was amplified in her tone. “Did you already talk to the police?"

“Kinda, yeah," Keith admitted sheepishly.

“Did you admit fault?"

“No! Not… really. Okay, maybe a little bit."

“Oh my Arceus why would you do that?!"

“I was being honest. The truth can't hurt, right?"

“Arceus!" Fiona hissed, audibly throwing her hands in the air. “The law isn't about the truth, it's about what you can prove! Why do you think New Moon Studios continues to operate! We can't prove they did anything because none of the people involved will admit to it and we can't dig up enough evidence of anything else! It'd sure be nice if they'd just confess immediately without prompting!"

“So I'm going to jail, huh?" Keith asked hollowly.

Fiona growled, and then took a deep breath, composing herself. “Most likely not. You'll be formally charged with the crime of pokemon theft, and since you're foreign, and a travel risk, you'll have to post a substantial bail—we can cover that for you—and then probably just do community service since you can claim mitigating factors. We have video of Fayah throwing her trainer through a window, so that nixes malicious or first-degree theft immediately."

“First degree?" Keith asked blankly.

“First degree theft is planning to steal a pokemon. Malicious theft is stealing a pokemon to cause harm to another trainer, such as stealing their prize pokemon or stealing their best competition pokemon right before a big tournament, that kind of thing. Second-degree pokemon theft is a crime of opportunity. Still bad, but not planned and maliciously executed. Third degree is for things like accidentally stealing a pokemon, keeping a pokemon you know belongs to another trainer after you find out they own said pokemon," Fiona emphasised her sentence quite clearly, “That kind of thing. Since Fayah came to you, you wouldn't even get charged with stealing, since you have a decent amount of evidence that she was back with her trainer and you weren't even in the same place as he was when the 'theft' took place."

“Oh, that's good then," Keith stated.

“But you did say that you probably admitted fault, so they're not going to chalk this up to a misunderstanding. You will be forced to stand in front of a judge and explain every last detail."

“Ugh," Keith grimaced.

“Never talk to the police," Fiona hissed.

“I get it," Keith responded glumly.

“And you're going to lose Fayah," Fiona said grimly.

Keith sighed heavily.

“You have no legal claim to her. We can certainly fight that, once our lawyer arrives. We can sue the other trainer for possession of Fayah due to mistreatment, but you'd have to be confident of Fayah taking your side, and it would be a lengthy process. Do you think she'd take your side of things?"

“I think?" Keith offered helplessly. “I kinda think I was getting closer to her this morning when I uh…" Keith trailed off, glancing over towards the arcanine still sitting in front of the door, and lowered his voice, covering the tablet with his hand so he could murmur into it. “Uh… fingerblasted her."

Nova's tailtip started to slowly twitch, and her red eyes narrowed intently at Keith.

“But that was just one morning!" Keith continued hurriedly, eying the arcanine and then trying to turn his full attention back to the call. “I think she's given up on her old trainer. Entirely. Maybe she'd take our side."

“Do you want to go through with all of that? You'd have to stay in Hoenn until the whole thing was decided. It could take months."

Keight grimaced. “Yes, I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I didn't, but… ugh. Will you guys have enough work for me over here to keep me going until that's all settled?"

“We can find someone for you to do," Fiona said dismissively. “Now, as to your current situation, you said James will be there soon, yes?"

“She said tomorrow."

“Well, they can hold you in custody for forty-eight hours without a charge. But once James shows up to take possession of Fayah, they'll ask him if he wants to press charges. If he wants to, you'll be charged with the crime and have to post bail, seeing as you're a definite risk for leaving the country. Then you just gotta wait for your court date. Probably a week or so. Things are pretty slow over there this time of year."

“Lovely," Keith said noncommittally. “So all I can do is sit and wait?"

“Basically," Fiona said sympathetically. “But if you can convince Fayah to take your side in the court proceedings, maybe you can become her official trainer! Then she'll be yours, legally. You're not going to be found guilty of any real harsh crime, since we have video evidence that provides mitigating factors. Judges are pretty lenient when it's clear the pokemon wanted to be free of their previous trainer."

Keith nodded to himself, glancing over at Nova, and then tapping a finger against the table. “So in a completely different change of subject."

“Yes?" Fiona asked guardedly.

“I've uh… noticed something, about pokemon in general."

“Go on."

Keith glanced at Nova again, and the big arcanine narrowed her eyes at him, sensing a change in the conversation she was clearly eavesdropping on.

“I was… ahem, like, screwing my vulpix last night,"

Nova's tailtip started to slowly twitch and jerk, and her ears perked up so firmly that they threatened to dislodge her hat.

“And uh, Jewel, obviously. They're really different in size, right?" Keith continued, shooting Nova another deliberate glance.

“Yes, very much so," Fiona said, her tone urging him to divulge the point of his questioning.

“Why are they… you know, the same 'size' inside? Like, if I was fucking a vulpix, and then, say… fucking a, completely random example here, arcanine?—"

Nova's fluffy tail thudded against the floor and she shifted her weight, eyes narrowing intently.

“?—Why is it that I seem to… errr… fill them to ahem, capacity?"

There was a long pause from Fiona. “You mean like… your jizz or…?"

“No, I mean, length!" Keith corrected with a faint huff. “When I was balls deep in my vulpix I knew I was filling her to absolute capacity, but then when I was screwing the lopunny too, I could feel her deepest reaches as well! But given that they're entirely different sizes shouldn't I have been too big for the vulpix? Why do they all fit like…" Keith trailed off, shooting Nova another glance, noticing the way her claws were digging into the carpet, and smirked inwardly. “Why do they all fit around my cock like a shoe? Not too big, not too small?"

“Oh, I getcha," Fiona said with a faint giggle. “It's a reproductive trait of pokemon. They're not like humans. Humans are built for humans and not much else. There's not much variance. But pokemon, oof. You know it is entirely possible for a female vulpix and a male arcanine to mate?"

“How?" Keith asked blankly.

“Well, you see, when the mommy vulpix likes the daddy arcanine a lot?—"

Keith clucked his tongue in annoyance.

“?—Female pokemon are more variable due to having potential partners that are wildly different in size. For example, if a vulpix were to be 'sizing up' a ninetales or, say, a human for sex, their internal structure would alter to temporarily accommodate their projected size."

“Wow that's… really weird and kinda fascinating."

“Makes us human gals look positively boring in comparison, huh? There's also temperature control, which is why Aleda doesn't turn your junk into charcoal."

“Oh, I don't know," Keith said, giving Nova the side-eye and smiling innocently. “When I was balls-deep in that ninetales, it certainly felt that way."

Fiona paused again, and then said, with sudden clarity. “You're deliberately saying lewd things to tease a female pokemon nearby, aren't you?"

“W-what? No!" Keith responded, caught out red-handed; but then relented. “How the fuck did you know?"

“It's very obvious. A cleaner pokemon? I can't imagine there are very many pokemon in a police station."

“Oh, no, a big sexy arcanine police-dog," Keith said bluntly, turning to stare at Nova fully.

Nova shifted her weight, and held his gaze, unphased, ears perked forwards intently and hat askew, though her rump kept firmly in place.

“You're playing with fire, literally and figuratively."

“Oh what's she gonna do, jailbreak me and fuck me?" Keith asked with a short laugh.

Nova narrowed her eyes with such wild intensity that Keith's laugh faded out and he cleared his throat. “I uh actually think I'm annoying her with the teasing stuff so I'm going to stop now before I have to file police brutality charges. When will the lawyer be here?"

“Tomorrow, hopefully," Fiona responded grimly. “Hopefully before you're charged with a crime. But we can't discount the possibility that it will be after."

“Oh well," Keith said, sighing faintly.

“Oh, turn your tablet off when you hang up. Conserve the battery. They'll take it off you while you're in holding and you don't want the battery flat tomorrow after you're released."

“Oh, yeah," Keith said, making a mental note to turn it off. “Anything else?"

“Nope, not for now. Give me a call tomorrow after you're charged if the lawyer isn't there… actually, give me a call no matter what happens."

“I will."

---

Keith slid the powered-off tablet over to Jenny, and she picked it up and placed it carefully into the box holding his personal belongings. He could see three pokeballs in the box; Aleda's perfectly-painted golden pokeball, with Tammy's standard pokeball, and Jewel's Violet Enterprises pokeball; a pure white pokeball with red edgings with a red 'VE' symbol stamped on the front. Fayah's pokeball was nowhere to be seen, and Keith could only assume that it was being held in lock-up somewhere until the dispute was settled.

“So, can I uh, ask a bit of a random question?" Keith asked carefully, glancing over his shoulder to where Nova was still sitting in the doorway, watching them.

“Sure," Jenny said, putting the lid on the box of his personal effects.

“How did…" Keith trailed off, trying to find the right words. “How does Nova… know of me? You don't seem the type to be, um… you know," he made a motion with a hand. “Looking up pokemon porn and whatnot."

Jenny looked past him at Nova, and then gave a soft sigh. “I can understand why that would be confusing."

“Yeah, pokemon don't exactly have access to the web and tablets and whatnot," Keith reasoned.

“We hold auctions for seized goods. You know, stolen computers and whatnot that aren't claimed after a certain period of time. Every August, we also sort through our storehouse and auction off anything that's been in there longer than six months."

“Not the same as unclaimed goods?" Keith asked, not quite sure where Jenny was going with her explanation.

“Kinda like unclaimed goods, but not quite. Things in our storehouse are from, say, vehicles left out and impounded, lost items that were never claimed. Things that we come into possession of but aren't seized due to a crime. After a certain grace period to allow them to be claimed by their rightful owners, they're auctioned off. But obviously, we have to look through them first to make sure none of it is illegal. We had a camper a few years back, had his own van and everything. No family to speak of, no next of kin. Died in a rockslide or something, I don't rightly remember. But after his camper van was sitting out on the side for a week, we were called in to take possession of it until someone came to pick it up. Nobody claimed it, so we had to go through it and then auction it off."

“Oh, I see," Keith said, only partially lying.

“There were dvds in there. Porn ones," Jenny said with a slight smirk. “Nova was very taken with them, and pestered me until I put one on for her. She's been hooked ever since."

“So she just… pesters you to put them on?" Keith asked blankly.

“And look up catalogues and order in new titles. There's a box in her quarters that contains every single dvd Violet Enterprises has ever released featuring an arcanine," Jenny said with a chuckle.

Nova narrowed her eyes at Jenny, ears flattening back slowly.

“Oh, well, thanks for answering! I'm kinda… new to all of this. I didn't even know people did this on film for money until… well, after my first film."

Jenny arched an eyebrow. “How does that even work?"

“Oh they sent an absol to ambush me in a hotel room," Keith said with a helpless chuckle.

“You know," Jenny said, eyeing Nova over Keith's shoulder. “I once saw Nova track a lost hiker for six miles in a blizzard."

“Oh…" Keith said, perplexed by the sudden change in topic.

“She has an incredibly acute sense of smell," Jenny explained further.

“So she can… smell all the other pokemon on me?" Keith offered.

“Oh definitely," Jenny said with a short laugh. “Species, number of pokemon, the whole lot, absolutely. But more than that, if you keep talking about sex around her, she's going to use that crazy sense of smell of hers to track you down, anywhere in Hoenn."

“Oh," Keith responded as he finally understood what she was getting at, and then gave a bit of a nervous laugh. “But she's an upstanding firedog. She wouldn't just… track me down and… uh, force herself on me, right?"

“She's definitely upstanding," Jenny said, rising from her chair and picking up Keith's box of personal effects. “When she's on-duty, at least," Jenny asked with a thin smirk. “And somehow I doubt it would be 'forced'."

Keith gave a brave attempt at a smile. “I might have experience with horny pokemon pouncing on me."

“I'm certain you do," Jenny said, making a motion with her head. “Now c'mon, time to show you to your new home for the next twenty-four hours."

---

Keith grimaced at the very bare cell he was shown to. It was located on the second floor of the station, tucked out of the way. Grim blue vertical bars comprised the entire front wall of the cell, with bare grey brick forming the other three walls. The far wall had a trio of three small circular windows in it, about as round as Keith's fist, and revealed that the wall itself was a foot thick. A bed and toilet made up the entirety of the furnishings.

“Dinner is at seven, breakfast is at eight, and lunch is midday," Jenny rattled off, opening the cell door. It was a lock-and-key system instead of an electronic lock. All physical.

Keith sighed heavily, and stepped into the cell. Jenny closed the door behind him and it shut with a heavy thud and the clunk of locking pins sliding across.

“If you need assistance, just yell really loud," Jenny said with a two-fingered sarcastic salute.

---

Keith estimated it had been four long, long hours since he was placed in the cell. There were angry clouds gathering outside and a light ran had started to fall, threatening to become something much worse. It was mostly silence in his wing of the police station, interspersed by the occasional prowling visit from Nova, who seemed to be performing a mix of guard-duty and self-serving leering at him when she stalked past.

The windows at the back of his cell overlooked a factory of some kind, and other than a truck pulling up to a loading ramp, there was no activity out there to occupy him, leading to a boring, boring time. There wasn't even a clock nearby to let him know how much time had passed.

As the rain started to increase in intensity and the wind started to howl, Keith moved to kneel over in front of the little windows, resting his cheek against the wall so he could at least see the water start pouring off the factory roof next-door to occupy his thoughts.

---

“Nova!" Keith looked up from his vacant staring out the window as he heard Jenny speak just around the corner. He shifted closer towards the cell bars, finding anything and everything more interesting than the window at that point.

“Arc?" Nova offered

“There's been a mudslide. I have to go help with emergency response and cleanup. Are you fine holding down the fort while I'm gone?"

“Arc!" Nova responded the affirmative.

“Jessica will be downstairs if anything happens," Jessica was the receptionist Keith had seen in passing when he had first arrived. “And uh…"

Jeny's voice lowered so much that Keith barely heard it.

“Do not molest the porn actor while I'm gone, okay?"

“Arc!" Nova responded dutifully.

“Good girl," Jenny said, and then Keith heard the sound of her shoes tapping down the hall.

After another full minute of silence, Nova prowled around the corner, and stared at him, red eyes narrowed intently, before she looked away and continued prowling.

---

“You know, you could just sit there and stare at me properly instead of walking by every fifteen minutes," Keith said, not even looking behind him, staring out the window all the while. The water was falling even harder now, and visibility had been reduced so much that the factory next door was just a hazy outline in the growing darkness. Keith couldn't be certain what the time was, but it had to be sunset, with how it was getting darker through the heavy storm clouds.

“Nine," Nova responded with a grumble, walking past his cell, and then reversing direction and walking back past him. Keith couldn't help but chuckle.

With a grunt at his sore legs, Keith rose up to a standing position and then walked, bow-legged, over towards the bars of the cell, resting his arms on the horizontal bar, leaving his hands hanging outside of the cell. “So."

Nova came prowling back towards the cell, her claws clicking on the hard floor. “Arc?"

“You watched any videos with me in them?" Keith asked with a sly little smile.

Nova's eyes narrowed, and she pursed her lips, before nodding once. Now that Keith was talking to her, she moved to stand right in front of his cell, and then sat down on her haunches, her big, fluffy cream tail twitching back and forth in earnest.

“Which ones?" Keith asked, leaning against the bars. They were spaced far enough apart for him to rest his entire face between them, the gap just slightly narrower than the width of his skull. Nova's stare told him quite clearly that she wasn't capable of vocalizing specific porn video titles, and so, with a smirk, he added; “The absol one?"

Nova nodded guardedly.

“Braixen?"

Nova shook her head.

“Primarina and dragonair?"

Nova shook her head.

“Eevee? Suicune?"

Nova nodded twice.

“Ohhh, got a thing for seeing humans fuck four-legged gals, huh?" Keith queried, and though Nova was hesitant to nod, the blush spreading across her cheeks was immediate confirmation.

“Did you see the one of me with the arcanine yet?" Keith asked casually.

Nova's eyes widened and her pupils dilated, her tail starting to twitch and shift urgently back and forth, and Keith felt a pang of guilt for getting her hopes up.

“Relax, joking!" Keith added, and Nova's demeanor immediately changed, her eyes narrowing angrily at him.

“You ever been stuffed by a human before?" Keith asked, changing the subject swiftly.

Nova's eyes narrowed further, and she growled, lifting up on her hindlegs and grasping the bars on either side of Keith with her large paws, leaning in until she was almost nose-to-nose with him. Keith was reminded of how big arcanines were in that moment, but he held his ground, only flinching a little bit and covering it up as best he could.

“Hey, just a question!" Keith protested, leaning back just enough that if Nova stuffed her muzzle against the bars her nose would just come up short before hitting him. “I was just curious if you've ever had one of these," he added, glancing down as he started to undo the front of his pants.

Nova followed his gaze, and her eyes widened, and she immediately recoiled backwards, sitting back down on her rump and staring at him, looking from his face to his crotch and then back again with wide red eyes, the very tip of her tail twitching rapidly.

With a smirk, Keith undid the front of his pants enough to reveal the front of his boxers, and then pulled them down far enough to let his semi-hard cock spring free into the air. Nova's intent gaze followed the motion of his cock, and her ears perked up so hard that they unbalanced her cute little police cap.

Grinning, Keith held that pose for a few long seconds, letting Nova get a good look at him, before he quickly pulled his boxers back up. The police dog stared at him, looking at his pants, and then back up at him, and then back down again with a faint whine.

“Nono," Keith said, straightening up and then leaning against the bars again, but not doing up the front of his pants. He deliberately widened his stance, just enough so that his pants wouldn't fall. “I already showed you mine. If you wanna see, you're gonna have to show me yours."

Nova's eyes widened, and her ears went so rigid that her police cap tumbled off her head and onto the floor, her tail giving an urgent twitch back and forth as a heated blush spread across her muzzle. “A-a… a-arc?" she stammered.

Keith pushed his hand through the bars and made a circular motion with it. “Turn around," he clarified, smirking. “Turn around, bend over, lift your tail. You saw mine, now I wanna see yours."

Nova's blush deepened even further, and she stared at him, her tail giving jerky, urgent thuds against the floor, her weight shifting uncertainly and her ears flattening full back against her skull. She seemed to be wrestling with the request, and Keith was certain she was going to refuse, but then slowly, ponderously, the big firedog rose to a standing position. She stared at him, blushing violently, and then slowly slew around.

Nova was still a good metre away from the cage when she turned away from him, out of Keith's reach, but definitely close enough for him to see everything. She took several deep, steadying breaths, and then carefully lowered her chest, crouching down while straightening her hindlegs, her tail hanging down and hiding anything from the human in the cell behind her. She paused there, and whined softly, and then with a shuddered whimper and a redoubled blush, she curled that heavy creamy tail up and to the side, revealing that comparatively large arcanine cunt to him.

Keith straightened up, and stared at her, drinking in the sight of the presenting arcanine. Nova's black-patterned brown-orange fur was replaced by solid, soft brown fur along her underside, from between her forepaws all the way to her crotch. Framed perfectly by the creamy fluff of her tail and the tufts of cream fur around her hindlegs, the brown fur around her large pussy was enticing. It was visibly soft, leading up to the rounded mound of her generously large cunt, and Keith could see a sheen of shiny onyx; her inner flesh, a stripe of dark flesh dividing the rounded mound of her soft brown-furred cunt.

“Very, very fucking nice," Keith hummed appreciatively, slipping a hand down to the front of his boxers to free his cock again.

Nova watched him over her shoulder, holding her pose almost rigidly, blushing furiously all the while. Her tail started to twitch and crook into odd shapes as she watched Keith take hold of his stiffening cock and start openly stroking it right behind her!

“What?" Keith asked with a lazy smirk, giving a slow stroke from his base towards his tip, gazing at the arcanine impassively.

Nova's blush was so strong that Keith was certain that if he touched her face he'd burn his hand, and the big arcanine stared back at him for another long moment, before shakily turning to face front, giving the tiniest of whimpers and then deliberately raising her rump higher, setting her stance so that Keith would continue to have the best view of her rear possible!

Nova's ears were perked back, quivering with how intently she was listening to the sound of Keith's hand slide up and down his stiffened cock, and as he stared at her, he saw a faint trickle of heated arcanine arousal drip off her large clit, splashing to the ground between her hindlegs. For just an instant, Keith had the horrible feeling that there might have been cameras in the hallway, and he wrenched his eyes away from the splendid sight of a wilfully-presenting arcanine to scan the roof for cameras. Thankfully there were none.

The idle thought that he fucked pokemon on camera all the time crossed Keith's mind; and he still felt like getting recorded jerking off to a police-arcanine while he was incarcerated would still be just as embarrassing as before he started working in porn, and somehow, that thought made the entire situation more lewd.

“Hey, Nova," Keith murmured, fixing his gaze on her again, unable to help but smirk.

“Arc?" Nova asked, lifting her head to stare at him over her shoulder, her cheeks flushed heavily.

“C'mere," Keith said, releasing his cock and resting his hands on the horizontal bar, leaving his stiff length almost poking through the bars.

Nova carefully rose to her considerable height, and turned around, paused just long enough to pick up her hat in her teeth, her head lowering as she stepped over closer to him, her motions timid. “Arc?"

“C'mere," Keith repeated, beckoning the arcanine over closer. Nova looked reluctant, but did as asked, stepping right up to the bars, until her nose almost bumped up against them. She was so big, was all that Keith could think, as she had to stare down to look him in the eye.

“Lower," Keith said with a smirk, pointing down towards his feet, taking the opportunity to take the hat from her, perching it back on her head.

Nova's eyes lowered, and she stared at his stiff, exposed cock for a long moment, before she carefully sat down on her haunches, lowering her head considerably.

Keith's hand reached through the bars, and Nova flinched as he grasped lightly just behind her cute blue police-hat, and guided her lower. Her nose twitched as she got closer to the level of his waist, and red eyes locked on his cock, her blush returning as it almost bumped against her nose.

“Open your mouth," Keith said quietly.

Nova glanced up at him uncertainly, confused, and then opened her mouth an inch or so, staring at him dubiously.

“Further," Keith purred, slipping his hand around to lightly tug at her lower jaw with his index finger, urging her to open up wider. Nova did so, and with some careful guiding from Keith, that wide-open mouth was presenting right in front of him at waist-height, with the expanse of her onyx tongue perfectly visible to him.

Keith stared down at the arcanine, and he couldn't help but smirk. Nova's entire form tensed when he moved, and he stuffed his cock through the bars of the cell, one hand lightly holding behind her ears, holding her steady as he grasped his cock with his other hand and stroked it right in front of her muzzle. He was so close to her that if she closed her mouth, she'd get a mouthful of his cock, but he wasn't quite touching her. It was all still technically safe. No contact had been made except his hand on the back of her head.

“This is what I like," Keith murmured, staring down into Nova's eyes, slowly stroking his cock right inside her open mouth, keeping his motions careful and steady,, so there was no chance of accidentally pressing it against her tongue or the roof of her mouth. “Nice, open muzzle, ready and waiting…"

Nova's blush was deepening, and her tail was starting to twitch and flick urgently back and forth behind her, her temperature noticeably rising. The hot exhalations of her breath were so warm around Keith's cock he was momentarily afraid of being burned. But with the amount of experience he had with fire-types, it hardly seemed like an issue for him any more.

“Do you like this?" Keith asked with a wicked smirk down at her, drawing back an inch so that he could give a few faster firm strokes of his cock right inside the reach of her presented muzzle.

Nova's tail thudded against the floor urgently, and she nodded, her head moving down, and then back up. The downwards motion Keith was prepared for, but the upwards motion was too quick, and her tongue dragged, for the merest moment, right against the underside of his cock.

Nova froze in place, quivering, her eyes wide and tail stiffened, a faint whine rolling out of her throat, looking completely thrown off by actually touching his cock.

“Oh it's fine, I'm still in my cell," Keith soothed, smiling down at her as warmly and reasuringly as he could while resisting the intense urge to just grab her and fuck her muzzle to orgasm. Nova stared up at him, another tiny whimper leaving her muzzle, and Keith soothed her with light little presses and rubs around the base of her ears. “This is fiiine…" he murmured, still stroking his stiff cock right inside her muzzle, careful not to touch her tongue or muzzle itself.

“You're not even doing anything," Keith said as soothingly as he could manage while fighting down the lustful, urgent throb of desire trying to wrest control of him. His hips stirred on instinct, and his knuckles brushed against Nova's tongue, the big firedog stiffening and quivering in shame and excitement and she stared up at him. “I'm just gonna stroke myself, right here… right in your mouth. You're not even helping!.

Nova gave the tiniest, most subtle of nods, her eyes wide and intent and her breathing picking up pace as she almost went cross-eyed trying to watch what he was doing in her exposed muzzle.

Keith decided to press his luck.

“I'm gonna do my favorite thing to you," Keith said quietly, holding the arcanine's gaze.

Nova's ears perked up curiously while a slow trail of her saliva dripped down one side of her chin, drooling towards the floor.

“I blame all the other girls for giving me the fetish," Keith said with a soft chuckle, while Nova stared up at him, body quivering with expectation, hanging on his every word. “Nice, sexy open mouths…" Keith purred, and as his hand stroked down his cock, he deliberately grasped the base of it and bounced the underside of the head of his cock right against Nova's tongue.

Nova's eyes went as round as saucers, and she whimpered, her tail audibly thudding the ground, but she made no move to stop him, the blush spreading further across her muzzle. “Fuck…" Keith murmured, and then deliberately accelerated the pace of his stroking, making sure Nova could see how swiftly he was jerking himself off into her open mouth. “I just love coming right into open, eager mouths," Keith said, putting a careful emphasis on the word as he started stroking just the bottom half of his cock, laying his tip right on Nova's tongue and stroking it directly into her mouth!

Nova's tail was thudding urgently against the floor now, and her blush was so intense that Keith could feel the heat of it radiating against the inside of his arm. “You wanna do that for me, Nova? Wanna hold your muzzle nice and wide for me so I have somewhere nice to blow my fucking load?"

The big arcanine's ears flattened back, and she whined softly, a gentle pressure on the hand behind her ears signifying her desire to pull away, though she made no further effort to escape.

But Keith could tell from her expression and the urgent thwap of her tail against the floor that she almost desperately wanted to do what he was asking, but something was holding her back.

“Too slutty?" Keith asked with a soft chuckle, gently, soothingly scritching around her ear.

Nova grimaced, but was careful not to close her mouth around him with the expression, still being the studious, upstanding police officer firedog.

“Oh…" Keith murmured, staring down at her. Nova's eyes found his own as he shifted, his hand moving away from his cock, and she almost whined again, thinking that he was ceasing his teasing.

But then Keith grasped her muzzle and deliberately held her in place as he closed her muzzle around his stiff, throbbing cock and then heaved forwards, burying her nose in his pubic hair!

Nova's eyes widened and she tensed all over, automatically rising up onto her paws, crouching down in front of him with his cock stuffed in her muzzle. Every last inch was inside now, resting heavy and stiff on the expanse of her tongue, his tip twitching near the back of her throat and her blush so violent and intense that it was warming his lower stomach.

“Well I've decided I'm going to cum in your mouth whether you like it not," Keith said with a forceful grasp around the back of her head and a grind of his hips against her muzzle, sending her police-hat askew. Nova could have pulled away if she wanted, after all, there was nothing keeping her at the bars except his tenuous grasp behind her ears and his other hand under her chin, but there was something far stronger tethering the firedog to the bars of the cell and the cock shoved bodily into her muzzle.

Nova whimpered around his cock, shifting her muzzle, turning it slightly, the heated tongue and muzzle moving around him and making him groan. Her tail twitched and swished urgently back and forth, and now that Nova was up on her paws, Keith could see that there was a wet spot on the floor where she had been sitting.

“You can sit there and let me fuck your muzzle," Keith said calmly, demonstrating by drawing back until his tip almost cleared her muzzle and then stuffing it back inside, making Nova shudder and her ears flatten back, her tongue reflexively arching up to cradle the underside of his cock. “Or…" Keith trailed off a moment, smirking. “Since I'm going to be fucking your muzzle anyway… you could join in. Enjoy it a little bit. That wouldn't be so bad, would-"

Keith didn't even get to finish his sentence, as Nova shifted her weight. Instead of drawing back, she instead pushed forwards, burying her muzzle eagerly against his pelvis and then dragging her tongue up along his underside in a lustful, urgent stroke, curling the flat of her tongue against his tip in a rough massage that made him rise up onto his tip-toes with a shudder of delight.

“Yes, just like that," Keith groaned, giving his hips a few stirring thrusts as Nova eagerly nursed on him. Her muzzle was so much larger than he was used to; with Aleda, he had to be careful of her teeth; of bottoming out at the back of her muzzle; he couldn't thrust properly and go balls-deep in her mouth without fear of his tip slamming the back of her throat; and actually deep throating had that band of tightness around his tip that was her actual throat, squeezing and clenching around him.

Nova was entirely different; just soft, velvety flesh from the front of her muzzle all the way to the back. Her muzzle widened towards the back, giving him ample space to grind and thrust, with his tip barely touching the soft, corrugated textures of the roof of her muzzle and the saliva-slickened tongue beneath. When he went balls-deep, he felt the barest touch of the back of her tongue against his tip, and Nova would gag for just a moment… but she quickly forced down her discomfort; just as eager as he was for this to happen.

“Oh fuck this is… so nice…" Keith murmured, rocking his hips in tandem with Nova's motions. She was keeping him buried in her muzzle, and would only draw back an inch or so before sinking back over him, nursing on the entirety of his cock in a way no pokemon before her had ever managed.

Keith wanted to continue cajoling the arcanine, afraid that without verbal encouragement she might start second-guessing her actions, or start resisting the very tenuous 'force' he'd used to get her in this position. But he was also so very wary of sounding like a cliche porn-star. 'Yeah suck that cock girl' sounded awful even in his head. Instead, he opted for gentle, short encouragement.

“Yes… just like that…" Keith murmured, gasping heavily as Nova continued to nurse on him so perfectly. He almost went to ask if he could fuck her muzzle, but there was already an unspoken rule. Nova wouldn't engage herself. If he asked her for it, she was going to resist and tell him no. He had to take the initiative himself.

“Nova," Keith rumbled, grinding his crotch against her muzzle, gasping as she suckled on him a little harder before pulling back an inch or so to stare up at him with inquisitive red eyes.

“Just, hold your muzzle against the bars here," Keith groaned, gently coaxing the arcanine into position with his hands. Nova moved with his motions willingly, accepting her new position without complaint, and Keith stroked gently through her big fluffy mane, scritching under her chin approvingly. “Good girl…" he murmured, setting his stance and giving a slow, careful thrust right into her muzzle!

“Just, hold steady like that, Nova," Keith purred, even as he drew back several inches and then slowly ground forwards, until he bottomed out in her muzzle, her soft lips cradling the very base of his cock. Her blush was coming back since she didn't have anything to focus on except for him using her mouth, and it only got worse with his next words. “I'm just gonna… I'm gonna fuck your muzzle, Nova. I don't need you to open up for me… but I'm gonna fuck your muzzle until I blow my load right in your fucking mouth."

Nova's eyes were wide again, and her tail was urgently swishing back and forth, the softest of whines given, muffled around his cock, a mix of utter arousal, submission, and reluctance.

Keith wished he had longer arms so he could reach through the bars and finger her as he fucked her muzzle, but there was just no way that would ever work. Instead, he had to just imagine how wet the firedog was. As he started to fuck her muzzle properly, he leaned to the side, just far enough to catch a glimpse between her spread hindpaws. There were shiny dots of moisture there on the floor from the arcanine, no doubt dripping from her heated entrance.

Nova's muzzle was so large and perfect that Keith didn't even have to worry about being too rough. Fingers grasped a handful of her mane, and he started to eagerly thrust into her muzzle, over and over again, burying nice and deep. The front of his hips were bumping against the bars, and he would probably have a bruise on both sides in the coming days, but it was undoubtedly worth it.

Nova's cute blue police hat almost fell off, and Keith quickly caught it, adjusting it properly back on her head. He wanted it there when he came in her mouth. Nova noticed his actions, and her blush redoubled, her ears flattening back and the steady drip of her arousal between her hindlegs growing in speed.

As the wind outside howled against the side of the building and the rain pelted down harder, Keith started to rut the arcanine's muzzle, shoving urgently into her mouth again and again. It wasn't as tight as Aleda, and definitely not Tammy's soft little muzzle, and it was taking him longer to finish with the lesser stimulation. But the softer build-up was stroking the fires of his desire so high that he knew when he blew, it was going to be a big one.

“Nng… ever had a mouthful of human spunk before?" Keith panted, staring down at the arcanine as he urgently fucked her mouth.

Nova stared up at him, red eyes hazy with lust and her chest heaving, her cheeks flushing a deep crimson as she gave a careful shake of her head.

Keith ground his hips against her muzzle and nose urgently, his balls bumping against her chin, one hand grasping behind her ear, which flattened at his touch. “You excited for me to give you your first load?" he asked, voice starting to become breathy.

Nova's blush deepened further, and she shifted her hindlegs with a tiny whine around his thrusting cock. She stared up at him, and then gave a timid nod, before she pressed her muzzle against the bars firmly, tongue extending, cradling against the front of his balls as he thrust right into her mouth over and over again, increasing the sensations and guiding him perfectly into her mouth.

“O-oh fuck, Nova, here it comes," Keith hissed between clenched teeth. And her eyes widened for a moment as she realised what he meant. She stared up at him, before focusing her eyes on his hips, her ears perking up so intensely that they quivered against the bars as Keith started to give jerky, urgent thrusts of his hips against her muzzle over and over again.

“G-gonna paint the back of your fucking muzzle," Keith groaned, his motions becoming slower but more forceful, his cock throbbing urgently in Nova's large muzzle.

Shuddering and blushing furiously, Nova closed her muzzle down around him firmly, increasing the friction, his stiff cock catching for a moment in the new tightness of her mouth.

“A-ah fuck, yes!" Keith hissed, both of his hands grasping behind Nova's ears now as he gave three wild, rough humps into her muzzle, his cock throbbing and jerking wildly and then exploding.

Nova's eyes went as wide as saucers again as she felt the stiff cock start to throb and jerk, and she tensed all over, her ears flattening back and tail stiffening out behind her, her entire form seeming to freeze in place as a sudden heavy spurt of human spunk splashed directly against the back of her throat, covering it in the taste of raw human lust.

Keith jerked against the arcanine's muzzle as he came, and noticed how tense and tightened she was. She was staring almost through him as he pumped eager bursts of human spunk right over the back of her tongue, pumping eager volleys with such force that they splattered against the back of her throat, coating it and the back of her tongue in a heavy rush of his spunk. As he drew back to make sure he painted her tongue properly, he heard the telltale dripping of Nova's arousal hitting the tile floor. Was she orgasming? Or was that just a giant spike of arousal?

Keith could hardly muse on the firedog's pleasure as he dumped his nuts directly in her muzzle, and as he drew back, he tugged on her ears automatically, breaking the trance.

Nova's eyes went from hazy and unfocused to intent, and her blush returned a thousand-fold as she dove forwards and latched onto him tightly, paws lifting to grasp the bars of the cell as she urgently nursed on him, suckling around his spurting cock with an eager fervour. Soft, heated tongue and muzzle closed around him, and she slurped around his cock over and over again, suckling on him in a perfect, eager rhythm that had his cock jerking and stiffly throbbing, pumping burst after burst of potent human spunk right over her tongue, painting it in his taste.

After a good fifteen seconds of utter bliss, Keith almost fell backwards, but Nova shoved one of her paws through the bars, grasping his lower back and holding him up as she twisted her head this way and that, almost desperately trying to summon one last spurt of his creamy essence from his spent, sore cock.

Keith managed to extricate himself from the arcanine with difficulty, as she was noticeably eager to keep him in her muzzle, and as he slipped his cock from between her lips, she quickly closed her mouth.

“Show me?" Keith asked hopefully, leaning heavily against the bars, chest heaving. Nova's eyes widened, and she blushed violently once more, lifting a paw to her muzzle and taking a step backwards. She paused then, staring up at him, and almost seemed about to move her paw and show him, before she blushed again and then swallowed thickly. After two heavy swallows, she dropped her paw, her muzzle opening partway in an urgent panting.

Keith, disappointed that she hadn't opened up for him, was nonetheless satisfied with the mental image of an arcanine in a police-cap urgently sucking on his spurting cock, and he smiled down at her, still leaning on the bars, trying to catch his breath. “Fuuuck… I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did."

Nova's blush was still burning across her muzzle, or she would have blushed again. “A-arc…" she admitted, her tone timid. She stared at him shyly, her tail giving urgent batting twitches back and forth as she shifted her weight on her forepaws anxiously.

Smirking wickedly, Keith leaned against the bars, staring at the arcanine, and then made a motion with a hand. “Turn around and show me."

Nova's eyes widened, and her blush redoubled, her tail giving an anxious twitch and flick. “A-arca-arc!" she stammered.

Keith nodded in quiet reaffirmation of his command, holding Nova's gaze calmly and making that circular motion again. Her eyes followed his fingertip, and she whined softly, before slowly, almost reluctantly raising up onto her paws. Crimson eyes stared at him, the very tip of her tail giving a tiny curling jerk back and forth, while her ears flattened down against her mane fully.

Smirking, Keith reiterated his command, making that circular motion with a finger again, holding her gaze the whole while.

Nova's blush deepened, and that soft whine returned, before she slowly, carefully turned around once more. The arcanine's voluminous tail thudded softly against the bars as she turned, and Keith leaned backwards as the tip almost flicked his nose, watching with narrowed, intent eyes as Nova carefully lowered her chest and then lifted her tail up and away from herself, giving him a perfect view of her.

Nova was drenched.

The arcanine's entire crotch was covered in a sheen of liquid, with rivulets of liquid police-dog lust clinging to the large, round mound of her thoroughly-wet cunt. The clean, straight ravine of onyx flesh that denoted her eager entrance was so wet it was visibly dripping, a fat rivulet of her lubrication gathering at the apex of her heated cunt and slowly tumbling down to splatter between spread hindlegs. The ebony flesh was shiny and welling with moisture, while slippery tendrils of her arousal snaked through the plush fur of her inner thighs, threatening to join the already fallen droplets between her anxiously quivering hindpaws.

Keith reached a hand between the bars, and Nova flinched as he grasped a handful of her fluffy tail, tugging on it, urging her back towards the bar. “Geeze, enjoy getting a mouthful that much, huh?" he asked with a sly, smug note in his tone.

Nova whimpered softly, but nodded, staring resolutely forwards, and refusing to look back at him… even as she took two faltering steps backwards, bringing herself in range of Keith's other hand.

Nova almost leapt as Keith's palm found her dripping-wet cunt, and he cupped as much of her entrance with his hand as he could manage, marvelling at the heat that was radiating against his palm. She was so big and wet, and even just with the faintest reassuring pressure of his palm cupping her heated cunt, he could feel eager internal muscles clenching, even as her slick, heated fluids drooled out against him. His skin smarted at the contact, so very hot it almost burned him. It was like water from a tap, hot enough to cause his skin to redden, but not so insanely hot that he couldn't grit his teeth and bear it.

And with an eager, dripping arcanine so very close, Keith was going to bear it.

Keith could see Nova's ears reddening, and hear her panting picking up pace and intensity as he shifted his grasp to spread her with a thumb, revealing shiny onyx flesh to him. Nova's rump quivered, and a drop of her arousal gathered at the apex of her ebony flesh and then dripped off her clit, splashing between her spread hindlegs.

“You are so fucking wet," Keith breathed, sliding his thumb up one soft half of the rounded mound of her supple cunt, watching the flesh deform under the pressure while the furnace heat of her eagerness radiated against his fingertips.

“A-arc…" Nova whimpered, her hips shifting slowly as his fingertips spread her. She yelped as his thumb grazed deliberately against her clit, and then went rigid, her eyes wide and staring at the wall, her tail fluffing and stiffening as Keith shifted and buried two fingers right inside her without warning!

“Weeet…" Keith hissed, watching those soft outer lips spread for his digits, feeling heavenly-soft heated inner flesh caressing and grasping at his fingertips as he buried them inside her. Nova was so big that he slipped in easily, those drenched ebony folds parting willingly for the insertion of his two fingers. The heat of her body grew more intense the deeper he delved, and the light grasp of her flesh around his fingers was incredible; the perfect middle-ground between tight and loose: tight enough to give definite resistance and texture but loose enough to not impede his motions at all. Even having blown in her mouth only minutes previously, Keith was almost desperate to just stuff himself inside her and hammer that wet arcanine cunt. Just burying his digits inside her let him know that he'd be able to cram his entire cock inside without any trouble; no gentle prying or coaxing would be needed. Just a rough thrust and he'd be balls-deep in hot, soft, drenched arcanine pussy!

Nova shuddered as Keith managed to bury his two fingers in her all the way to the knuckle, and he stirred his digits inside her, exploring the shape of her dripping entrance, touching at spots deep inside her that made her tense even further before shuddering and melting under his touch. Her tail was twitching in the air, thudding back and forth against the bars of the cage with each of Keith's motions, while her front half slowly lowered to the ground, her forepaws reaching forwards while her chin fell between them, her limbs starting to go limp while her inner muscles tensed more intently around his digits.

Nova quivered and her entire form tensed, staring at the wall with wide, unseeing eyes as Keith started to rapidly thrust his two fingers inside her, burying his digits past her resistance and touching at a spot deep inside her that made her clench in earnest around his digits. It only took two presses of his digits; two chance encounters of his fingertips finding that secret little spot inside the arcanine's drooling onyx cunt, for him to recognize the reflexive clench and increase in warmth radiating from her.

And Keith wasted absolutely no time in abusing his new knowledge.

Heated, muffled yelped started to fall from Nova's muzzle as Keith's fingers stabbed against that spot again and again. She had to stuff a forepaw against her muzzle to try and stifle her noises, even as her hindlegs quivered and straightened, stiffening in a shaky attempt to hold her upright even as each repeated grind of Keith's digits deep inside her made her legs weaken and her fur fluff out even further. She was utterly drenched now, with each of Keith's motions causing an audible, soft noise of moisture, while heavy rivulets of her liquid arousal drooled in slick streamers down over her inner thighs, curling in heated tendrils through the fur of her inner thighs that almost reached her wide-spread hind paws!

“A-arc arc a-arc!" Nova tried to voice, her tone trembling and faltering as Keith stirred his digits inside her like he was trying to mix liquids. His fingertips curled against that little spot inside her, and her entire form tensed, her eager cunt clenching around his digits so tightly that he couldn't move them for an instant, before relenting.

“You think my fingers are good?" Keith teased, grasping around Nova's tailbase with his free hand and then burying his two fingers inside her again, turning them and started to rapidly press against her inner flesh, grinding back and forth with intensely fast, rhythmic thrusts that had the big firedog almost collapsing with how hard she quivered.

Nova was biting down on her paw now, drooling copiously around it while the tell-tale splash of her hot liquids patterned in slick droplets between her willfully spread hindlegs.

“The first chance I get, I'm gonna fuck you," Keith said quietly. Nova pretended like she wasn't listening, but her inner muscles clenched around him in urgent squeezes, and her ears quivered at attention, pointed back at him, her eyes wide as she stared at the wall.

“Gonna go balls. Deep. in you," Keith growled, punctuating the two words with careful intonation and giving two firm, deep grinds of his fingers to match. There was something so sexy to him about how his words made Nova melt and drip, and he couldn't help but try to press it a little further; at least until he said something so corny and lame that Nova stopped him! “You liked it when I came in your mouth," Keith purred, slowing his motions.

Nova's ears quivered at attention, and the temperature of her body seemed to increase slightly.

“Didn't you?" Keith pressed, giving a firm grind of his digits in her squeezing cunt.

Nova gave a shaky nod. “A-arc…" she panted an affirmative, her tail quivering and thudding against the bars of the cell as a new rivulet of her moisture trailed down her inner thighs.

“Wait until I'm dumping it in your pussy," Keith purred, smirking and curling his fingers inside her, brushing against that little spot he had found before. Nova immediately tensed up, her ears perking and then flattening as she whined, her hindpaws clenching, claws digging into the ground and her body clenching around his digits in earnest. “Balls-deep inside you, every fucking drop of it," Keith growled, punctuation specific words with deep grinds of his digits inside her, making sure to graze against that one spot, feeling his own arousal rising each time the touch made the arcanine's heated cunt grasp and squeeze around his fingers.

Nova was tightening and tensing with each of Keith's motions, squeezing around his digits in earnest, her claws audibly digging into the floor as her tail gave little jerks and peculiar jerks each time his fingertips brushed against that one spot inside her. Her hindlegs were straight and quivering, and she was dripping so much that a snaking tendril of her own arousal had managed to drool right down the inside of her right leg and was wetting the floor.

Keith gripped Nova's tailbase, trying to hold her steady, though her size made it difficult, and started to drive his two fingers deep inside her in rapid motions, burying the digits so deep that her soft, plump outer lips mashed against the front of his knuckles at the end of each motion.

Nova was giving muffled yelps, leaning back into the rapid thrusts of Keith's digits, before she suddenly froze. Keith slowed his motions, thinking that Nova was orgasming, but the big firedog suddenly snapped her attention to the right, down the hallway, her ears quivering at attention, eyes as wide as saucers.

Sensing something was wrong, Keith quickly slid his hand back, just in time for Nova to cast an urgent gaze around and then suddenly sit directly on the wet patch of floor that she had just finished dripping on.

Footsteps echoed around the corner, the soft clip of high heels making their uncertain way down the hall, before someone peeked around the corner and caught sight of Nova guiltily sitting beside Keith's cell.

“Ah, there you are!" a soft female voice said.

Keith recognized Jessica, a woman he had very briefly met at the front desk when he had been first booked.

Jessica strode down the hallway, looking Nova up and down as she went. “What are you doing?"

“A-a-arc!" Nova protested, her ears flattening so hard her hat almost feel off. Keith reached through the bars with his clean hand, and adjusted her hat for her, before stroking her neck soothingly.

“My fault!" Keith said with his guiltiest smile. “I really like arcanines and she looked like she needed a good stroke."

Jessica pursed her lips, stepping to the side far enough to look Keith up and down. “It's inappropriate," she stated flatly, before turning to Nova. “Don't let Jenny know you were doing it."

“A-arc," Nova responded guiltily, her tail giving a nervous twitch, visibly shiny with wetness from where Keith was standing.

“We're winding down for the night. I'll be on call, but everyone else is out dealing with the mudslide and they're not expecting to be back before lunch tomorrow. Are you going to be okay here by yourself?"

“Arc!" Nova said with an almost urgently affirmative nod.

“I'll be by in the morning to bring you breakfast," Jessica said, turning to Keith. “Nova really should know better than to get near the cells… but I doubt you could overpower her if you tried."

“True that," Keith responded with a laugh. “Sorry," he added, drawing his hand away from the big firedog. “I just… I got really bored."

“Just tell Nova if you need more blankets. If the power gets knocked out the cells can get kinda cold," Jessica said, turning smartly on her heel and striding back down the hallway towards the stairs.

Nova visibly relaxed, exhaling heavily. Her cheeks were burning with blush, and she glanced sideways at Keith before quickly scrambling to her paws and bounding off down the hallway, stiff-legged.

Keith watched her go, perplexed, before he sighed and finished doing up his pants. He settled himself back on his bench, and leaned back against the wall, listening to the wind and rain roaring outside.

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Clink.

Clink.

Clink.

Keith was roused from a doze by the sound of heavy pawpads against the floor and the unmistakable clink and jingle of keys. He had wrapped himself in a blanket against the chill that was permeating the cell. Night had fallen proper now, and it had to be near midnight. The wind was howling outside, muted by the thick, reinforced walls. Keith had already finished his dinner long before, brought in by Jessica. The tray was sitting on the floor.

Was Nova coming back to take his tray? But then why would she be carrying the keys?

Keith pulled himself half-upright, staring at the cell bars as Nova came into view. Red eyes found his own, and she squinted at him intently for a moment before quickly looking away, and walking right past the cell.

Clink.

Clink.

Clink.

The sound of the keys hanging from her mouth faded into the distance as Nova walked to the end of the hallway. There was a pause as she turned back around, and then clink, clink, clink she walked right back past him again, head held high and the heavy ring holding the many keys to the building hanging from her mouth.

Keith watched her, bemused, pulling the blankets tighter up around his shoulders. “Do you… want my tray?"

Nova paused, one foot lifted, frozen in her stance, and she glanced at him, and her blush deepened before she unfroze and she quickly bounded down the hallway and out of earshot again.

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Clink.

Clink.

Clink.

Keith didn't even look up this time, drowsy and barely awake. It had to be two in the morning, judging by his internal clock. The rain had died down, but the wind was howling, sending smatterings of raindrops against the side of the building with surprising force. It was the fifth time Nova had come prowling past his cell with the keys in her mouth, but what made Keith look up was when the sounds of the keys stopped, right outside his cell.

Nova was standing in the cell doorway, looming. She looks incredibly large and imposing, red eyes glowing in the dark, watching him intently. She lifted a paw, pushing the balanced tray back through the slot where Keith had left it, sending it clattering to the floor, and then she growled.

Keith rolled over properly, sitting up and pulling his blankets around his shoulders, watching the firedog for a long moment, perplexed. “What?"

There was a moment of hesitation from the big firedog, before she jerked her head upwards, twisted the keys enough that she could toss them directly into the cell.

“Jailbreak?" Keith asked with a weak, uncertain laugh.

Nova stared at him, eyes narrowed intently, before barking a single order. “Arc!"

Keith gave Nova a confused stare, but then slipped off his sleeping-bench, slipping the blanket off entirely so he could reach down and scoop up the keychain. He carried them over to the cell door, holding them up uncertainly. “You want me to open the door?"

“Arc," Nova stated.

Keith looked down at the set of keys, and bit his bottom lip, idly sorting through them looking for the one that would fit the cell. It was quite easy, considering the cell had an old-style massive key port with an old-style key that looked like it could double as a weapon. “I'm not really… certain I wanna leave… Fugitive life and all that, you know?"

Nova narrowed her eyes dangerously at him. “Arc."

“Fine," Keith said, reaching a hand through the bars and hunting around for the keyhole, inserting the key. “But when I'm captured begging for food at the local cafe I'm saying you made me do it under duress," he said as he twisted the key. There was a dull 'clunk' as the heavy locking mechanism opened. A quick tilt and tug of paw and Nova slid the well-oiled cell door open. She crouched down, and pulled the key back out, holding the ring in her mouth as she loomed over Keith, staring down at him intently.

Keith was forced to take a step backwards as Nova barged into his cell, pushing her way inside and then calmly closing the cell door behind her, where the locking mechanism thunked shut ominously.

“Haha come here often?" Keith managed to squeak out, realising, not for the first time, just how large Nova was compared to himself. Even standing flat-footed, she had to look down her nose to meet his gaze, and she was doing so at that moment, holding his gaze with an unblinking, hungry stare.

“Arc," Nova stated, dropping the keys from her muzzle to the floor, and then scooping them away with a paw, flinging them to a corner of the cell, out of the way. She loomed over him, staring down her nose at him intently, that big fluffy tail giving a slow, predatory flick back and forth.

“Fuck, you're huge," Keith murmured, slipping closer to the big firedog, wrapping his arms around her neck. Her fluff was voluminous, thick enough for his hand to get lost in it entirely before it hit the burning warmth of her skin. Her own radiant heat was trapped by the fur, and just pressing against her spread the delicious warmth against his own skin.

“Arc!" Nova agreed, casting a guilty glance towards the bars of the cell and the hallway back to regular duties, before she turned her attention back to Keith and lifted a paw, tugging lightly at his pants with a clawtip.

Deciding that he didn't want to try and explain to Jenny how his clothes came to be shredded, Keith quickly reached down to undo the front of his pants, letting them fall around his knees. Nova's head immediately inclined further, and she stared at him, licking her lips hungrily, that fluffy, heavy tail twitching back and forth.

Keith put pressure on the big arcanine's shoulder, trying to press her down onto her side, but it was like trying to push a brick wall over; she was just so strong. “Roll over!" he urged, nudging her firmly with an elbow.

Nova stared at him, dragging her gaze away from his half-hard cock, and then holding his gaze for several seconds, seemingly having trouble with going through with her decision; before she huffed and then dropped onto her side, spreading out on the cold floor.

The cell was almost filled with arcanine at that point, with Nova stretched out across the floor like a giant rug. Her fluffy tail was curled slightly, pushed up against the bars of the cell, while her head was almost level with the middle of the bench-bed. Keith's gaze travelled down her form, and when Nova followed his gaze to see he was looking at her belly, she flushed and lifted a hindleg, carefully looking away.

There was a visible wetness around her hindlegs, along with the spicy scent of aroused firedog. Keith could see the glimmer of her moisture around her crotch, trickling down her hindlegs, making the fur there shiny and wet. She refused to meet his gaze now, and instead stared at the wall, ears perked rigidly straight, at attention, and her tail giving an occasional stiff twitch.

Stepping out of his pants, Keith dropped down to his knees, wincing a little bit at the cold, hard floor against his kneecaps, before he pulled his pants over so he could kneel on them instead, putting a layer between him and the cold cell floor. It gave him just enough reach while kneeling at the firedog's side, to stroke one palm up through her neckfluff, ruffling her furry mane of cream fur, while his other trailed down over her stomach, rubbing his fingertips through the soft brown fur just above her crotch.

Nova was visibly torn between stretching out for his neckrubs, and wanting to watch him, and the compulsion for her to watch won out. She sat up a little straight, curling her head down to watch his hand, her chest heaving with excitement and anticipation, tail curling up and twitching with every inch Keith's fingertip's drew closer to that drooling spot between her hindlegs.

Keith snerked at Nova's enthusiasm, and had to shift to get further down her body, slipping his fingertips down just far enough to graze against her clit, and the big firedog jumped, twitching and kicking at the air with a hindleg, sucking in a breath, her body becoming noticeably warmer.

“I think… I should probably finish off what I started with you earlier." Nova stared at Keith as he dipped his hand further down her form, cupping the heated mound of her drooling cunt with his fingers, letting his middle finger lightly dip in against the silky-soft, heated inner flesh that was all-but-begging for attention.

Smirking, Keith gave a firm little rub against the arcanine, squeezing the mound of heated flesh and watching the way it made her arch, before he removed his hand so he could shift further down her form. He slid his hands between her thighs, and heaved against her, trying to urge her over onto her back.

With a bit of shuffling, Nova carefully rolled over onto her back, drawing her forepaws up close to her chest with her hindlegs bent, in the air, giving Keith a perfect view of his target as he moved to straddle her tail.

The cold, rough floor was hard on his knees, but with a willingly-spread arcanine laying in front of him, Keith was more than willing to persevere. He straddled her tail, feeling it brush, warm and soft, against his bare inner thighs. Red eyes stared at him, and her cheeks flushed with warmth as she caught sight of his bobbing erection, so very, very close to that drenched entrance!

Keith narrowed his eyes down between her thighs, sliding one palm lazily down her inner thigh, until he could rub his thumb right against her outer lips, peeling apart the mound of soft flesh to reveal drenched black inner surfaces in between those softly-furred brown outer lips.

A rivulet of Nova's moisture snaked out from her depths, drooling down over the base of her tail, and Keith caught it with his other thumb, tracing the line it had left all the way up to onyx arcanine cunt. Nova sucked in a breath, her eyes wide and ears quivering at attention as Keith gave a deliberate rub of his thumb right up across the entire length of visibly dark flesh, spreading her moisture uniformly over her own soft folds, delighting in how soft she was.

Nova's leg kicked at the air as Keith rubbed his thumb up over her large clit, pressing the pad of his thumb down into the apex of the depression formed in that rounded mound of heated firedog flesh, finding that relatively little nub of flesh to deliberately toy with. He smirked at her from between her hindlegs, watching the way she twitched and shuddered with each little rub and press of his thumb.

“I'm wondering what really brought you in here," Keith said, crawling a little closer to the arcanine, until the back of her thighs were against his belly. Nova stared at him over her own belly, bemused, before her eyes widened and then bulged as she felt the stiff length of his cock press directly up against her soaked cunt! “The fact that you didn't get to cum before because we were interrupted… or…" Keith trailed off, and gave a deliberate grind of his hips against her, pushing the bottom of his cock directly against the soft, heated mound of arcanine pussy. “Or the fact that you'd know I'd fuck you if you came in here."

“N-n-nine!" Nova responded, her voice quavering, eyes wide and tail quivering between Keith's thighs.

“I could keep teasing you until you answer," Keith said with a sly little smile, giving another grind of his achingly-stiff cock against her, feeling the way her incredibly soft flesh deformed under the pressure. He could feel the line of her heated insides against his underside, a lewd kiss of almost-too-hot surface against himself that was becoming so familiar to him now that it legitimately excited him to think of plunging into the heavenly soft furnace-heat.

Nova stared at him, ears flattening back, and a faint whimper leaving her. She opened her mouth to protest, but then Keith shifted again, silencing her.

“But I'd much rather, just…" Keith trailed off, adjusting his stance, sliding his throbbingly-stiff tip against her, and then heaving forwards, spreading tight arcanine cunt around his tip! Nova yelped in surprise and delight as the first eager inch of his cock disappeared inside her, her soft outer lips eagerly, willingly spreading for his entry. He had intended to tease her, to just grind his tip inside her and then withdraw to watch the way she twitched and jerked, but she was so eagerly accepting, with incredibly-soft, lightly-squeezing inner flesh, drenched and slippery and coaxingly grasping around him that he couldn't help but heave forward and bury himself in her to the hilt!

Nova arched, her entire body tensing and a quivering yelp of delight leaving her muzzle as the entire length of Keith's aching cock was subjected to subtle, slippery clenches and undulations of that large arcanine cunt squeezing and grasping around him. He shuddered helplessly against her, the full weight of his palms on her upper stomach as he ground his hips against her, stirring his cock inside her and feeling her large outer lips squeezing down around the very base of his cock.

Nova was delightfully hot inside, edging towards a furnace-heat the deeper he went in a way that Keith was finding characteristic of fire-types. She was so much larger than him that he could grind himself, balls-deep inside her, with no issues. There were no bands of tightness, just uniformly-gripping, slippery-soft, heavenly, drenched arcanine cunt squeezing him from tip to base.

Keith shuddered against the arcanine, and gave a jerk of his hips, drawing back and then hammering forwards with three rough thrusts, feeling ripples travelling through the arcanine's generous form with each impact, thudding his hips against her and straining in an attempt to get just that tiny little bit deeper inside her. Her squeezing, grasping cunt was so roomy compared to his previous partners; a perfect mix of gripping tightness and willing elasticity to hug every single surface of his cock with a gentle, reassuring, maddeningly-enticing grasp.

“Fuck!" Keith hissed, quivering against the arcanine, before just resting there against her, feeling her insides clenching around him while his embedded cock caused an upwelling of her immense wetness to drool out from around him and trickle down over her tailbase, wetting the entire front of his crotch with her heated liquids.

Nova quivered helplessly under him, her forepaws pulling tight to her chest and her hindlegs kicking weakly at the air. Keith grasped one of her hindlegs, holding it against his chest for balance as he ground himself against her, shuddering as he felt her inner walls massaging around every last stiff inch of his cock as he slowly stirred it within her. “Arc a-arc nine a-ARC!" Nova's exclamations morphed into a yelp as Keith deliberately drew back a few inches and then crammed himself back inside her to the hilt, making the big arcanine lose her train of thought, her ears flattening back fully and tail thudding powerfully against the floor.

“Ah fuck, you feel so fucking good," Keith hissed, holding Nova's gaze unwaveringly. She wasn't tight, certainly not compared to Tammy or Jewel, but she squeezed around him in a completely different way; soft flesh that deformed perfectly to him no matter how rough he fucked her, giving him a constant gentle squeeze of deliciously-molten heat and slippery-slick inner flesh that inescapably grasped around every millimetre of his aching cock.

The fact that Nova responded so positively to his dirty talk just urged him on further, and Nova's blush deepened as he continued.

“I'm gonna make you cum, Nova," Keith hissed between clenched teeth, straightening up a little, lowering his gaze between her thighs. He still held her hindleg against his shoulder, but his free hand shifted inwards, his thumb finding her clit and starting to rub it in a firm, deliberate circular motion. His back arched and he couldn't help but grind against her as she clenched down around him with the extra stimulation, tightening so firmly around him that it made him ache. “And the moment you cum," Keith continued, causing Nova to focus on him once more, red eyes wide and staring. Keith smirked, and gave a few firm thrusts, long and powerful, sliding his hips back and then grinding forwards until he felt her outer lips squeezing against the very base of his cock in a band of reassuringly-tight heat, “I'm gonna fucking pound you until I blow in you."

Nova's face burned with blush at Keith's words, and her passage clenched around him, squeezing and almost urgently grasping around his stiff cock.

“Is that what you want?" Keith asked, a brazen chuckle in his tone. He ground his hips against her, drawing back just an inch before grinding back inside her to the hilt, delighting in the way slippery-soft arcanine flesh squeezed around him. Nova was staring at him, her face burning, ears flattening back and paws held close to her chest, her hindlegs twitching and kicking at the air slowly as he moved, and with each sentence she just got hotter, and tighter, and melted a little more under his measured motions.

“Want me to just fuck you until I dump all my human spunk right in that hot pokemon cunt?" Keith cajoled, smirking and deliberately grinding his thumb against Nova's clit as he sawed against her.

Nova melted under him, and Keith smirked victoriously at her reaction to his words. He had definitely found the big arcanine's 'buttons', and his relentless teasing was assaulting the poor firedog. Her face was flushed, a vivid pink now, her blush so powerful that it radiated heat, while her hindlegs alternated between kicking weakly at the air and trying their very best to squeeze around him and encourage him to fuck her harder. Even as he spoke, Nova was lifting a paw, stuffing it into her muzzle so she could bite down on it, her red eyes wide and staring at him like a stantler in headlights, while her slippery, silken inner flesh tremulously squeezed around the entirety of his cock, noticeably rising in temperature with each of his teases.

Keith knew it was dangerous to work up a fire-type like that, but it was so delicious to have the big firedog so utterly and completely at his mercy that he couldn't resist.

“Cum for me, Nova," Keith hissed, drawing back and then giving a firm grind inwards, sliding more of his stiff cock out of her only to cram it all back inside once more. He was coated, tip-to-base, in her moisture, and it was pleasantly hot; it wasn't like water, it was more like oil; It retained heat, and when he drew back that warmth faded so slowly that it continued to feel like her deliciously-soft insides were still drenching him in her heat.

And she was only getting hotter!

“Cum for me, so I can fucking rut you," Keith panted, dividing his attention between holding her gaze and staring down between her willingly-spread thighs. Nova had her paw stuffed in her muzzle and seemed barely cogent of what he was saying. Her eyes were misted and unfocused, and her tongue was hanging out from around her paw, her ears flattened back and her heavy tail twitching this way and that with each of Keith's eager thrusts. But with each of Keith's cajoling words, her temperature was spiking higher and higher, and the incredible amount of her liquids welled up again, slicking his entire cock, drooling from her heated entrance and spilling down over her tailbase, creating a mess of her inner thighs and his entire crotch every time he ground his stiff cock into her accepting cunt.

Nova wasn't like any other pokemon Keith has fucked before; he was used to that tight grasp, and a constant, tight squeezing that perpetually felt like he was just a fraction too large for the girl he was pounding. But Nova was so comparatively larger than Keith, that when he held himself balls-deep inside her, all he felt was a continuation of that tight, grasping, slick entrance, burrowing deeper into her. His tip was constantly massaged by the tremulous grasp of her slippery inner flesh, but instead of being flush up against her deepest barrier, there were inches more of heated, drenched arcanine cunt he could have exploited if he weren't a literal quarter her mass. Each time his cock throbbed inside her, he could feel those few delicious inches within her body clenching in anticipation of being filled even further; a noticeable void of eagerly-coaxing onyx flesh deep within the arcanine that begged to be filled.

And Keith was desperate to flood that void with his spunk.

Nova was baring her teeth around her paw now, ears flat against her skull, her tail pounding against the floor as Keith started to fuck her properly. He wasn't teasing her any more, and instead had shifted his grasp up, one arm holding a hindleg while the other gripped her side, giving him leverage to start humping into her. He sank all the way in to the hilt, watching the way the big police-dog twitched and shuddered, before drawing back until two thirds of his stiff, throbbing cock were withdrawn from her, the loose hold of her supple flesh just barely keeping him from springing from her, before deliberately plunging back inside her. There was no pause in his motions now, despite his thrusts being carefully controlled and slow. Each time he plunged within her, he felt those gloriously wet fleshy walls squeezing and grasping at him, fighting against the intrusion with a tremulous, lightly-squeezing resistance.

Keith was careful to keep his motions steady, grinding in all the way to the hilt and then drawing back for another light thrust, keeping just on the verge of being too much stimulation to handle. Every fiber of his being was begging him to rut the big arcanine, but he didn't want to leave her unsatisfied, especially not after the teasing through the bars. “Cum for me, Nova!" Keith hissed, giving firm grinds of his hips against her, arms squeezing around her hindleg and middle all the more intently, as he increased the speed and power of his thrusts the tiniest amount. It was so hard to resist just pounding the big arcanine and he was already throbbingly stiff inside her, hard as steelix, so urgently stiff that Nova's squeezing wasn't even capable of causing deflection in the aching hardness of that diamond-hard spire.

“Cum for me!" Keith reiterated, panting hard and grinding his hips against her own urgently, the stirring motions causing her inner flesh to slip around his tip in a mind-melting embrace of molten flesh. “Cum for me so I can pound you properly!"

Nova's blush had returned full-force, and she bit down on her even harder, her belly starting to twitch and her internal temperature skyrocketing; and it only got hotter as Keith continued.

“I'm getting close, Nova!" Keith hissed in warning, giving the big firedog a trio of rough thrusts, unable to help but shove himself inside her before managing to get control of his lust. “I'm not gonna be able to keep myself from fucking pounding you for long!"

“Arc! Arc! Arc!" Nova stammered around her mouthful of paw, her other paw pushing against Keith's chest, her entire body starting to quiver and jerk in helpless reflex with each of Keith's deep thrusts. She was heating up even further, radiating warmth from her very core, inundating that stiff cock in waves of rough molten heat along with repeated trickles and slickings of her hot, spicy liquids.

“You liked watching me blow my load in those girls?" Keith hissed, staring up at her, grinding deeper inside her. Nova bit down on her paw harder, but couldn't help but stare down at him, red eyes wide and hazy, cheeks aflame and the glow of a helpless ember building in the back of her throat.

“I'm gonna do the same fucking thing to you!" Keith growled, drawing back and then slamming himself inside her in a long stroke, feeling hot gushes of liquid arcanine lust spluttering against his balls. Nova was staring at him, her teeth visible around her paw as she muffled helpless whimpers and yelps of delight, her entire body starting to tense and quiver. “Gonna pump it all inside you! Balls-deep! Every - fucking - drop!" Keith hissed, punctuating his last promise with a rough, grinding thrust each time, feeling the soft, burning-hot outer lips of supple arcanine cunt squeezing down around his base each time.

Nova quivered, and her eyes clenched closed, a whimper of delight echoing around her mouthful of paw as wild, urgent undulations started to grasp and tremble around his stiff cock, drawing from the entrance of her deliciously-wet cunt and undulating upwards, squeezing and coaxing around him while molten arcanine lust drooled and spilled from around his stiff, embedded cock.

“F-fuck!" Keith hissed, grasping the orgasming firedog around the middle. He adjusted his stance, and fell into an urgent rhythm. No more teasing, no more careful thrusts and holding back. He fell immediately into a rough pounding rhythm, feeling the slap of his pelvis against her wet crotch as he slammed his hips against her over and over again, burying his achingly-stiff cock hilt-deep inside quivering firedog cunt in eager rhythm.

“O-oh fuck h-here it comes!" Keith growled breathlessly, hammering the big arcanine with urgent strokes, feeling her tail thudding and jerking between his thighs as he pounded the big onyx arcanine cunt with relentless, desperate thrusts. He couldn't help but tease the arcanine further, panting hard in between rough strokes and eager gasps; “F-fucking balls deep! Gonna flood you! Gonna paint that black pussy - white - with - my - spunk!"

Keith shifted, sliding one knee forwards to try and adjust his angle to get just a fraction of an inch deeper inside her, needing to get as deep as he physically could in that clenching, trembling arcanine cunt. The instant he pressed against her, Nova snarled, an almost feral noise, curling around suddenly, both of her paws grasping his lower back and grinding his hips against her pelvis with the grasp. She was holding him so tight that he couldn't even thrust properly, feeling her ebony claws digging into his lower back as her heavy, powerful hips jerked and rolled against him urgently, milking and coaxing around him. Nova's deepest reaches were almost burning hot, and that combined with the silken wash of trembling onyx flesh squeezing and coaxing around his entire cock soon had Keith on the very edge of his orgasm.

“Arc! Nine! ARC!" Nova snarled, her teeth bared in a heated exhalation and that tell-tale warning glow bright in her throat as she crammed him against her, holding his hips tight against her milking, squeezing cunt.

It was obvious what Nova was demanding.

Cum.

Keith reached up with a trembling hand, and managed to grasp the arcanine's muzzle, holding it closed for her as he ground his hips up against her, his own teeth baring and his body stiffening, toes digging into the cold unforgiving floor as he buried his throbbing cock as deep as it could physically get inside the arcanine and then starting pumping pearly spurts of eager human spunk balls-deep inside her!

Nova snarled, a surprisingly fierce, feral sound, her teeth baring against the grasp of Keith's hand. Flame billowed from between her clenched teeth, but Keith held on doggedly as he pumped spurt after spurt of human spunk deep, deep inside the clenching ebony firedog cunt. Her paws grasped at him in reflex, claws digging into his back, scoring rough marks down his lower back as she squeezed him against her in an urgent grasp.

Slippery-soft inner flesh squeezed around Keith's cock as he fired spurt after spurt deep inside her, pumping the slick mess of human spunk right across her onyx inner flesh, until a wave of gooey human jizz was lapping lewdly at Nova's deepest, burning reaches.

Keith struggled to stay upright, but after several seconds, he flumped against Nova's front, shuddering and panting hard as he rolled his hips against her, half-buried in the glorious brown fluff of her stomach. His cock was still twitching inside her, pumping and spurting the last eager volleys of human spunk deep, deep inside her, drenching her innermost reaches in gooey, sticky cum.

“F-fuuuck…" Keith groaned weakly.

“A-arc…" Nova agreed, flattening back and then sprawling out on her back, her forepaws releasing Keith and then thudding down on either side of her large head as she stared at the wall opposite, still slowly twitching as Keith continued to slowly drool delicious human spunk deep inside her!

Keith gently released the firedog's muzzle, and then winced. She'd burned his hand when he held her muzzle shut, and he hadn't even noticed. He looked at Nova's upside-down chin over her chest, and smirked. “Was it everything you hoped it would be?" he asked, giving a lazy grind of his hips against her.

Nova shuddered, and rocked her hips against him in counterpoint, giving a faint whine as a trickle of gooey human spunk mixed with her own liquids drooled down around his embedded cock, slicking her tailbase. Her cheeks burned, and she was too embarrassed to look down at Keith as she nodded the affirmative.

Keith smirked, and slowly drew back, sliding his cock from Nova's clenching body. Her claws weakly grasped at him, trying to halt his removal, before she huffed but relented. He slid down her form, essentially sitting on her fluffy tail, resting a cheek against a large inner thigh and gazing down between her hindlegs. The thoroughly-fucked onyx arcanine cunt was very visible, nestled between brown fur coated in a sheen of spicy, burning-hot firedog lust. The plump, furred outer lips were slightly-parted, and the visible shiny black flesh there was slowly relinquishing a perly-white trail of Keith's spunk.

Nova's blush deepened once more as Keith pressed a thumb down to spread her, parting those soft, pliable folds, and giving him a better view of the burning-hot, cum-stuffed arcanine cunt. Her blush burned and she stared at him with wide eyes as he lifted his free hand and buried two digits inside her, spreading her again and mixing around the slurried mess of his own spunk and her sticky liquids inside that burning-hot, onyx pussy.

Glancing up at her, Keith smirked, drawing his messy fingers back, sliding them out of her. “Ever thought of appearing on film?"

Nova blushed at the suggestion, her tail giving an urgent quiver as Keith slid back up her form, moving to settle atop her fluffy form once more. But this time, he reached up, and pressed his messy fingers against her lips. Nova's blush redoubled as he pressed the two digits past her lips and right into her mouth, and she couldn't help but stare at him, her ears flattening back fully. She whimpered helplessly, and then carefully curled her tongue over his fingers, before giving them a weak, nursing suckle, cleaning the mix of her own liquids and his spunk from his fingers.

Grinning, Keith waited a moment, and then withdrew his fingers, rubbing the big arcanine's cheek with a palm lazily. “I'll totally fuck you on film, if you can wrangle some time off."

Nova's blush burned so hot that Keith could feel it against his palm, but the big firedog didn't answer, instead picking a place to stare at on the ceiling, chest heaving with her embarrassed breathing, while the wind and rain pounded against the building, lulling them both into a post-orgasm doze.

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The wind howled against the wall of the building outside,muted and muffled but still very audible to Keith, throwing sporadic splashes of wind-blown rain against the side of the building. The temperature was slightly below what would be comfortable, and Keith had the blankets pulled up over his shoulders.

Nova had left the cell a few hours previously, and it had to be close to 4 A.M. Without the firedog there to distract him, and feeling a little too worked up to sleep, Keith only had his thoughts to occupy himself. Nova would occasionally prowl past, pausing and slowing her steps near the cell as though working up the courage to come up to the bars again, but inevitably moving on again. Keith was being lulled into a half-doze interrupted by vague anxiety about the morning to come when he was jolted awake by the realisation that Nova was standing at the bars of the cell.

“Morning," Keith mumbled, pulling the blankets down enough that he could peer at the big arcanine. “Is it breakfast time?"

Nova glanced at the dark window; the sun wasn't even starting to rise yet; and she shook her head with a firm 'nine'.

“Are you crawling for pets?" Keith asked with a chuckle.

Nova averted her gaze, and then nodded guiltily. “Arc."

Keith chuckled, and sat up properly, rising to his feet and shrugging off the blanket, ambling over to the bars of the cell. “Hey, it's a bit chilly in here, can you warm me up?"

Nova tilted her head, her police-hat coming askew, but she gave a firm nod, pausing and seeming to huff for a moment. Her fur shimmered, and Keith felt a delightful wave of warmth billowing off the big firedog. He leaned up against the bars, reaching through them and rubbing a palm through the fur of her cheek and neck, smiling. “So was it everything you wanted?"

Nova stared at him, and then pointedly looked away, licking her lips, her big fluffy tail giving a helpless wag back and forth. “A-arc."

“Gooood," Keith purred, ruffling the fur around her ears firmly, “I quite liked my first time with an arcanine. You're so big! Most girls I fool around with are on the smaller side, and there's just something really hot about being able to go…" Keith trailed off, and then smirked at the arcanine, watching her cheeks redden. “Being able to go balls deep in you right at the start instead of having to work up to it."

Nova flushed, and wouldn't meet his gaze, giving the tiniest of embarrassed whines.

“And your fucking muzzle," Keith gushed, scritching around the base of one of Nova's ears. She stared up at him, blushing heavily, her thick, fluffy tail giving slow, helpless twitches back and forth, hanging on his every word. “Just every fucking inch, right in your mouth with no problem. Don't even need to bury it in your throat. Now that is hot," he stated, bringing his other hand up and pressing at her lips with two fingers.

Nova stared at him, perplexed, but allowed him to gently pry her jaws open, her eyes widening in surprise as he sank two fingers right into her mouth! Her eyes met his own, and she gave the tiniest of heated whines as he thrust his fingers back and forth in her mouth in a languid motion, like it was his cock. Her gaze flicked from his eyes, down to his pants, and then back up again, and she gave a tiny shudder.

“Definitely not many girls that can take my full length without it ending up in their throat," Keith said with an earnest nod, stroking Nova's forehead while lazily fucking her muzzle with his two fingers. The big firedog quivered, and her tongue lightly grazed the underside of his digits, before she started to suckle softly, lightly nursing on his two fingers, eyes lidded.

“I'm sorry, Nova," Keith said with a faint laugh. “I'm kinda manipulating you, to be honest."

Nova perked her ears up, red eyes staring up at him with a hazy expression, nursing on his fingers still, giving a muffled: 'Arc?'

“I'm fretting about the morning," Keith admitted, scritching behind her ear with one hand, and giving a slow grind of his fingers into her muzzle with his other. “And there's nothing to do in here. Nothing to take my mind off things."

Nova tilted her head slightly, but continued to stare at him, nursing on his fingers softly.

“And I kinda just… I feel like blowing a load in your muzzle again will take my mind off things," Keith said with a soft laugh.

Nova's ears flattened back, and she huffed softly, her fluffy tail whispering against the floor as she twitched it back and forth excitedly.

“What do you say?" Keith asked, pressing down on her tongue with his fingertips, causing her to curl her tongue around his fingers and suckle gently. Her eyes drifted down, staring at his pants, and then raised back up to his face.

Nova paused, and then gave a slow, careful nod, giving a muffled 'arc' around his fingers.

“Goooood," Keith purred, sliding his fingers out of her muzzle. He hooked a thumb in the front of his pants, pulling them down enough that his cock could flop out, semi-hard, bumping Nova right on the nose. She recoiled in surprise, her eyes widening, before she pressed forwards, her muzzle pushed against the bars so she could drag a lick right against his semi-stiff cock, pressing it against his belly.

Keith gave a happy noise, shuffling his pants down around his hips, and then leaning closer to the bars. The front of his hips were already sore from his previous escapades and the battering he'd given them against the bars, but the promise of hot arcanine muzzle was just too enticing to stop him. He pushed his hips firmly up against the bars, jutting his cock between them, and giving Nova full access to him.

A happy noise left the big arcanine, and she leaned in, her nose bumping against his tip, before she lapped it again, causing it to bounce. Giggling, she lapped at it again, pushing it up against his belly, watching with interest as it throbbed and stiffened with the press of her powerful tongue.

Keith reached through the bars, giving attention to the base of Nova's ear again, while his other hand grasped his cock, starting to stroke it slowly right in front of her nose. “Open up for me again, Nova… show me where I put my spunk last time."

The softest of whimpers left the big firedog, and she stared up at Keith intently, ears flattening slowly, before she obediently tilted her head back and opened her mouth, lolling that big, thick onyx tongue out for his viewing pleasure.

Grinning, Keith helped angle her head, and Nova was willing to comply, carefully tilting her head to the perfect angle for him. “Perrrfect," he growled, stroking his stiffening cock eagerly and then deliberately bopping her tongue with the underside of his tip, letting her feel each impact of his eager spire of flesh against the surface of her tongue.

“Remember what my cum tastes like?" Keith queried, staring down at her intently, holding his cock against her tongue and feeling the soft vibrating of an eager whine against him from the big arcanine. She nodded carefully, blushing.

“Good girl," Keith husked, giving a slow grind of his tip against her heated black tongue, enjoying the way it made Nova quiver as his cocktip scribed a lewd constellation on the surface of her tongue. “I'm gonna paint your fucking tongue," he continued, holding his tip against her tongue and then stroking at himself firmly.

“You wanna taste me again?" Keith cajoled, shifting to sink his cock into her wide-open muzzle. Nova's mouth was so big that only her tongue touched him, until he wrapped a hand around her muzzle and urged her to close to her mouth with a light press on her jaw. Nova closed her mouth down around him, giving an urgent little suckling nurse on his stiff cock, even as red eyes shifted up to stare at him and she nodded eagerly in response to his question.

Grinning, Keith gripped between her ears with his free hand, and gave a few eager thrusts right into her mouth, grinding nice and deep, only a single stiff inch of thick human cock not buried past her lips. Nova was nursing on him on the instrokes, and when he drew back, she'd push her muzzle against the bars, suckling firmly at him, increasing the pressure until he reversed direction and plunged back into her welcoming, heated muzzle.

“Gonna let me do it this time?" Keith cajoled, staring down at her as he firmly fucked her muzzle, grinding his stiff cock in nice and deep, feeling the back of her tongue hugging against the underside of his tip. Nova's red eyes gazed up at him, and her ears perked up firmly, lifting her cute police-hat slightly off her head. Her expression was querying, though her muzzle was too full to give voice to any kind of coherent question.

“Open up nice and wide for me," Keith explained, a slight edge to his voice, grasping the fluff at the base of her neck as he gave rougher thrusts into her muzzle. Nova's ears perked up, and she stared up at him, a blush starting to form on her cheeks as she caught the gist of where he was going with his words. Nova's blush redoubled in strength as he continued; “And let me blow my load right over your tongue. See how much of that blacik tongue I can paint white with my spunk."

Nova's ears perked up so stiffly that her hat dislodged and tumbled to the floor, and she blushed heavily, warmth starting to radiate from her cheeks as Keith continued to eagerly fuck her muzzle. She shuddered, quivering from ears to tailtip, and one of her paws lifted. She leaned against the bars, letting Keith use her muzzle, and using that as a point of balance so she could press her large paw back between her hindlegs, starting to urgently grind it against her dripping cunt.

“It's so obvious the idea excites you," Keith pressed with a wicked smile, grasping one of her ears with a hand and then sinking his cock into her muzzle right until he felt her hot nose touching the base of his stomach, leaving his entire throbbing, straining cock buried in her heated muzzle. Nova swallowed around him thickly, panting hard through her nose as she curled her tongue back and forth against his underside, all while she declined to comment on his accusation. “Mnf. I think Amber gave me that fetish," Keith said, almost conversationally, watching the way Nova's ears quivered at attention, hanging on his every word.

And the way she was visibly grinding against her hidden paw.

“She was an absol. Black face, blue tongue," Keith recounted, eagerly rocking himself into Nova's muzzle over and over again. “And she was so eager for my spunk. Fuuuck…" Keith groaned, deliberately embellishing his tale, watching the visible effect it was having on the poor police-arcanine. “Sitting there, waiting patiently, muzzle open and tail wagging, staring up at me with begging eyes," Keith groaned, watching Nova melt further with each word.

“It's so fucking hot, Nova, watching that blue tongue turn a new shade of white every time another rope of my spunk splashes over it," Keith smirked, giving Nova's muzzle another series of rough humps. Nova was barely even nursing on him any more, just keeping her muzzle held loosely around his cock as she shuddered and panted around him, her paw visibly moving and grinding as her hips started to twitch.

“Are you going to orgasm, Nova?" Keith asked, the chuckle in his tone unguarded. He buried himself balls-deep in her muzzle, giving her a few deep, deep thrusts, pushing her nose tight into his lower belly as he drooled precum over the back of her tongue, cock throbbing stiff and proud right across the length of the big firedog's heated muscle. “Getting excited thinking of me painting that hot black tongue white with my spunk?"

Nova whimpered helplessly, and she shuddered in front of him, a quiver starting in her shoulders that quickly spread down her spine and rump, her hindlegs straightening out. Keith wisely made the decision to slip his cock out of her mouth, holding it against her muzzle and stroking it instead as the big firedog shuddered and whimpered in delight, her red eyes going hazy and unfocused as her entire form stiffened and jerked. A splash of her liquids spilled down her inner thighs, and she whimpered in delight, ears flattening back fully and her chest heaving as she quivered through an orgasm right in front of him, leaning heavily against the bars and huffing hot air against his stiff, throbbing cock.

“That's hot," Keith grinned, stroking the base of Nova's ear as he started to swiftly stroke himself right in front of her muzzle, while the big firedog tried to catch her breath. “Mnf… orgasming just from the thought of getting your tongue painted?" Keith asked with a wicked smirk.

Nova's focus returned slowly, and then she remembered where she was, her eyes widening and her blush returning tenfold. She watched his fist stroking his throbbing cock right in front of her nose, and gave another faint quiver, unable to look away, muzzle hanging open slightly as she struggled to slow her breathing.

“Fuck, Nova, I'm gonna cum," Keith murmured, deliberately slapping the tip of his cock right against her nose. Nova flinched imperceptibly with each impact of his stiffly-throbbing cock against her face, but made no attempt whatsoever to pull away, staring up at him with a lustfully-enraptured expression.

Keith grinned down at her, and shuffled a half-step closer to the bars, his stroking reaching fever-pitch. “Do you want it?"

Keith had been ready for Nova to nod, or respond with a shaky 'arc' of affirmation, and was more than willing to just stuff it all back in her muzzle to the hilt and blow his load right against the back of her throat. But instead, Nova blushed vividly, and then pressed her face urgently against the bars of the cell, tilting her head back and opening her muzzle up wide, extending her tongue, staring at him with wild red eyes sparkling with desperate lust and embarrassment.

“Oh fuck, g-good girl!" Keith hissed, swiftly repositioning himself, one hand grasping behind Nova's ears, holding her firmly against the bars as he started to swiftly stroke himself right in front of her eagerly-opened muzzle. He could feel her urgent exhalations against his quivering cock, and could see and hear her tail excitedly thumping against the floor.

“Good girl!" Keith hissed, staring down into Nova's waiting muzzle. He had a nice, big ebony target to aim at; he could see everything, from her gleaming white teeth, to the flat expanse of her onyx tongue, slick with her saliva, trailing in a satin sheet all the way to the hollow that was the back of her throat. He angled his cock, aiming it right at that expanse of ebony flesh as he started to jerk and quiver.

Nova's eyes flicked from his cock, to his face, and then back again, the faintest of whines leaving her as she watched him stroke faster and faster, her muzzle pushed tight against the bars of the cell, as close as she could get to him, face burning with blush tail urgently thwapping against the floor.

And then the first fat burst of Keith's spunk splashed right against the roof of her mouth.

Nova jerked in surprise as she felt it splatter over the roof of her mouth, immediately spreading out and dripping down from either side of her mouth to drip white all over the stark black of her presented tongue. The trailing end of the spurt missed her mouth, and it splashed over the end of her muzzle, curling up to land over her face, catching in creamy white fur in a heavy string. Her blush deepened tenfold as she realised what she was doing, but she didn't close her muzzle, obediently holding it open for Keith as he painted her tongue with his spunk, her red eyes staring with awestruck delight at the twitching, jerking, spurting cock.

“Good g-girl!" Keith almost stammered, staring down at her as he swiftly stroked his cock, angling his bursts right over that inky-black tongue. Very quickly, a criss-crossing lattice of human spunk was standing stark and heavy on her tongue, drooling and spreading slowly, dripping down the sides of her tongue and starting to spill off entirely. He grunted, pressing his spurting cock directly against her tongue, watching with unguarded delight as the continued spurts of his spunk welled up in a rich billow of spunk, coating the onyx flesh of her tongue in the lewd creamy white of human cum.

Shuddering, Keith shifted a little closer, holding his tip right inside Nova's willingly-opened muzzle, stroking the last dregs of his orgasm right over the back of her tongue, slapping his tip against her tongue in slow little motions to try and milk out the last few drops, watching the way it made Nova quiver. A low, wanton moan left the big arcanine, but she obediently held her muzzle open, even with lines of his spunk drooling down the back of her throat and pooling there, threatening to disappear from view forever.

Keith drew back, panting hard, and lowered himself enough to peer down into her open muzzle, giving a little groan of delight. “Oh fuck that's hot…" he murmured, meeting Nova's gaze intently.

Nova stared back at him, blushing violently, her tail giving a faltering quiver and twitch.

Keith licked his lips, reaching through the bars to stroke her ears again, and then smirked mischievously. He caught Nova's gaze again, making sure he had her full attention, before saying a single command:

“Now swallow."

Nova whimpered softly, and closed her mouth, looking away from him as she gave a powerful swallow, straining to swallow down the thick mess of human spunk that had just been poured into her mouth. It took several long motions for her to clear her muzzle, and then she stared at him, visibly heated as she let her muzzle fall open an inch or two, her tongue hanging out slightly as she panted for breath.

“Good girl," Keith cajoled, squeezing the base of her ear warmly. “Now finish yourself off again."

Nova glanced at him guiltily, and then whimpered faintly, before she immediately dropped down onto her side and stuffed her paw back between her hindlegs. It took seconds of her rubbing before she was twisting and shuddering through another orgasm, a rush of her heated, spicy liquids drooling down her hind and making a mess of her tailbase.

Keith observed with interest, wishing he had a camera handy, leaning against the bars as he watched the big arcanine bring herself to her orgasm. He smirked slightly as Nova groaned and leaned up heavily against the bars, sprawling out and trying to catch her breath. He managed to wrap one of his arms around her through the bars, ruffling his fingers through the voluminous fur around her neck. “I oughta get arrested more often."

“Arc..." Nova agreed.

---

“You have my pokemon."

Jessica looked up from her screen, and appraised James with a critical eye. He had a medical patch over one side of his face, so close to his eye that it had to be covered too. His head had been partially shaved on one side, so that his wound could be tended to, and his right arm was bandaged. He looked exactly like someone who had been defenestrated.

“Ah, you must be James," Jessica said with a short nod. She picked up the phone, and hit a button to call up another phone in the building. “I'll get Jenny, she'll be with you shortly."

---

“Your identification, please," Jenny said, holding out her hand.

James slipped his trainer ID into the officer's hand, and she swiped it through her machine. A little bracket on the device held an old and pitted pokeball. Jenny squinted at the screen, and after a few seconds it flashed a green 'identification confirmed' prompt. She pursed her lips, but nodded. “Very good, your identification is confirmed and the pokemon is very much your property," she said, withdrawing the pokeball and then taking it, and James' card, handing them to him.

James gave a thin smile, and took his card and his pokemon back.

“Will you be wanting to press charges?"

“For the theft of my pokemon?" James asked, licking his lips for a moment, savouring the moment. “Yes, yes I think I might."

“Very well, if you'll wait here for a moment, I'll get the paperwork ready."

James nodded, and then stared down at Fayah's ball, rubbing his thumb over the scratches and pitting on its surface as Jenny left the room.

After a few moments, James tapped the centre button on the pokeball, and released his pokemon.

Fayah appeared in a beam of red light, resolving into her massive form, towering over the sitting James. She turned her head, eyes shifty and wary, and then narrowed them down at him, her ears flattening back slowly. “...Lycan?"

James stared at Fayah coldly, crossing his arms, her pokeball held lazily in a hand. He didn't answer her query, but instead stared her down, his single uncovered eye narrowed at her intently.

Fayah resolutely held James' stare, her red eyes narrowed and inscrutable.

“Well?" James asked.

“L-lycan?" Fayah responded, breaking the stare to look away, her ears flattening.

“Why?" James asked, his tone harsh. Fayah's ears flattened further, and she shrank back, folding down until she was shorter than James; no mean feat.

“Roc." Fayah's tone was quiet, but firm.

James narrowed his eyes at his lycanroc, and his fist tightened around her ball. His tone was likewise quiet, with a veiled annoyance noticeable. “Did you just talk back to me?"

“Roc." Fayah repeated herself, lifting her gaze to stare at him defiantly.

“Why?" James repeated, lifting a hand towards Fayah's face. She flinched when his hand touched her, but he just held her chin, ensuring she didn't look away from him. “Why did you… you threw me out a fucking window."

“Lycan," Fayah responded flatly, huffing and looking away pointedly.

“What is it? I don't buy you books and all that other pussy shit? You want someone who'll hug you like you're a pampered rockruff?" James asked, releasing her chin, his eyes narrowed at her intently.

Fayah turned to stare at him again, her chest heaving slowly as her incensed breathing echoed in the quiet room.

“Is that really what you want?" James demanded, reaching for her jaw again.

But this time, Fayah caught his wrist with her massive paw.

The lycanroc shifted, rising from her stooped position, towering over her trainer at her full, impressive size. All six-foot, eight-inches of angry lycanroc loomed over James, red eyes narrowed down at him and her mohawk brushing the ceiling.

James stared up at her defiantly, giving his arm a tug to force her to let go, but she held on to him firmly. “Oh this is how it's gonna be, huh?" James asked bluntly, his one eye staring at her, uncowed. “You'd pick that… idiot? The guy so weak and pathetic that you went running back into my arms the moment you had the chance? That's it, huh?"

Fayah's grasp slowly tightened, and James' face showed pain for a brief instant, before his expression hardened.

“Answer me!" James ordered, stamping his foot.

Fayah growled, a low, menacing sound that rumbled up out of her throat, and she answered by lifting her other paw, wrapping it around her trainer's throat and forcing him back against the wall.

James was defiant the whole way, lifting a knee to push against her stomach; but Fayah's stomach was as hard and firm as rock, and offered no give or weakness at all, and it did little to prevent her from slamming him against the wall, pinning him to it by his wrist and his throat, and then lifting him off the floor several inches, holding him there, his feet dangling.

James tried to say something, but his air was cut off completely by Fayah's monstrously-strong grasp, and black spots were starting to swim in his peripheral vision.

Fayah growled again, and then disappeared into a beam of red light as James activated the pokeball still held in his free hand. He immediately fell to his knees, gasping for air and then coughing violently. Fayah's pokeball rolled across the floor, bumping into Officer Jenny's shoe as she rounded the corner.

Jenny reached down, scooping up the pokeball and then arching an eyebrow at James. “Are you okay?"

“I-I'm fine," James managed, pushing himself back to his feet. He staggered unsteadily for a moment, and then gave a helpless cough, before straightening up, glowering at the ball Jenny was now holding.

“Well, I have the paperwork," Jenny said, settling herself down behind her desk, and placing the pokeball on James' side of it. “I will need you to recount your version of events for the official record and take a proper statement from you before charges can be set."

James stared at the pokeball, and pursed his lips, seeming to think seriously about something for several long moments. “I've changed my mind," James said suddenly.

Jenny looked up from the paperwork, pausing with her pen poised over it. “Oh, you've decided against pressing charges?"

“No," James said dismissively, and then motioned with his chin towards the pokeball. “That isn't my pokemon."

Jenny arched an eyebrow dubiously. “This…" she said, hovering a hand over the pokeball. “Isn't your lycanroc?"

James nodded once, and then shrugged his shoulders. “I don't know what that pokemon is, but it sure as shit isn't my lycanroc."

Jenny frowned at James, tapping her foot for a moment. “Are you quite certain?"

“Quite certain," James repeated, and then turned and started for the door.

“You understand…" Jenny started, chewing on her bottom lip for a moment. “You understand that… hypothetically… If this pokeball was… bearing your Trainer Identification Number, that walking out now would be interpreted as you relinquishing control of said pokemon?"

James shrugged again, stuffing his non-bandaged hand in his pocket and then ambling towards the doorway. “I really don't care," he said dismissively.

Jenny watched him go, an eyebrow arched.

James headed out into the hallway, and then pulled out his phone, hitting the speed dial. He was in the lobby when he was finally connected.

“Yes, Rachel? Please let Martin know I'm going to need a new pokemon."

---

Keith sucked in a breath as he heard the telltale clipped footsteps of a woman's shoes in the hallway outside his cell, and the jingle of keys in her hand.

It was time to face the music.

“Good morning!" Jenny said, with a little less enthusiasm than she might otherwise have had. “I had a very long night so let's make this quick."

“Okay," Keith answered, rising to his feet and moving over to the cell door. He could see Nova lurking down the hallway, sitting in front of one of the doors, very carefully not making eye-contact

Jenny unlocked the cell, and then started down the hallway, towards her office, and Keith fell into step behind her.

“So, first thing's first," Jenny started casually. “Before we get down to business, exactly how long did it take before Nova jumped you?"

Keith heard Nova's hat hit the floor behind them as she perked her ears so hard that it became dislodged. He sucked in a breath, and grimaced. “Is it that obvious?"

“Exceedingly," Jenny stated.

Keith grimaced again, and shot Nova a guilty look. The big firedog stared at him, and then at Jenny, and then slunk, low and shamed, around the corner and out of sight, but not out of earshot.

“Well?" Jenny asked bluntly.

“Four hours?" Keith admitted, working his jaw anxiously. “But it was kind of my fault! I was super super antsy about… all of this and I needed something to take my mind off things and-"

“Oh hush," Jenny said with a roll of her eyes, stopping in front of her office door and opening it up. She ushered Keith inside, and then stepped in herself, closing the door behind them. “Do not presume to remove agency from my arcanine. She knows what she wants."

“That she does…" Keith admitted, letting his mind wander for a nanosecond before snapping back to reality with a guilty smile. “But I really did kind of… cajole her."

Janny gave a long-suffering sigh. “Did you at least satisfy her cravings enough that she won't bother me every single night to put her movies on?"

Keith gave a nervous laugh. “I might have reinforced them, actually."

Jenny tutted, “I'll just have to make copies of the cell recordings then."

Keith paled, and he heard what might have been a whine from outside in the hallway.

Jenny laughed, an almost maniacal chuckle, and then clicked her heel on the floor. “There's no cell camera, Keith, and Nova!" she added, in a louder voice, directed towards the doorway. “Now, on to business."

“Yes… business," Keith said, all energy draining from him. “I'm assuming James was already here?"

“Yes, he was," Jenny stated simply, opening her drawer and pulling out a stack of forms.

“So, he's pressing charges? What happens now?" Keith inquired with a quiet anxiousness and dread.

Jenny peered at him for a long moment, and then smiled. “Nothing."

“Nothing?" Keith asked, bewildered.

“Nothing," Jenny confirmed. “Your accuser declined to press charges."

“Oh. That's… slightly worrying, actually," Keith said, fretting with the leg of his pants. There was a new tear in them, likely from Nova's claws. “But, that means… I'm free to leave?"

“That you are," Jenny said with a smile and tone that said she wasn't giving him the whole story.

“...But?" Keith asked plaintively.

“But," Jenny stated, grinning slightly, and then reaching into her desk drawer. “There is another matter to be resolved of relinquished property."

“I don't underst-" Keith cut himself off as Jenny withdrew an old, pitted pokeball, and placed it on top of the stack of forms she had laid out. “...Is that…?"

“It is," Jenny said calmly.

Keith blinked once. “I don't understand," he finished.

“Nor do I," Jenny said with a soft chuckle. “But you know what they say… Wonder-traded ponytas; I.V's…"

Keith lifted a hand, to take the ball, but paused, waiting for Jenny to add another 'but'. But no protest was forthcoming, so he picked up the ball, holding it close to his chest.

“I thought you might want these," Jenny said, turning the forms one-hundred-and-eighty degrees, so they were facing Keith now.

POKEMON ADOPTION FORM

The title was bold and capitalized, official.

“As the previous trainer has relinquished control of the pokemon, as witnessed by me, she is up for adoption. I thought you might appreciate having the first chance."

“I-I do," Keith said, his voice cracking slightly. “I just sign these and… she's mine?"

“They'll have to be witnessed, and will take some time to process. You'll have to pay a fee to get her registration changed, since no official trade has taken place, but otherwise… yes," Jenny explained, picking up a pen and offering it to him. “I highly suggest you do so before anyone returns to claim her."

Keith swallowed thickly, and took the pen from her with a shaking hand. “O-okay, what do I need to do?"

---

Keith was almost in a daze as he left the building. After a restless night of repeatedly molesting a police-arcanine to take his mind off his anxiety, getting only a few fleeting hours of sleep, and dreading the morning, everything was perfect.

Slateport was gleaming; the torrential rain had wettened everything. The grass was sleek and shiny, the roads were shiny and clean, the scent of moisture hung on the air interspersed with soft hints of sea salt. The sun was shining through intermittent cloud cover, promising to dry up the moisture. The reassuring weight of four different pokeballs hung on Keith's belt: Aleda, Tammy, Jewel, and Fayah.

Keith made a beeline for a nearby park, somewhere quiet where he could have a moment 'alone'. There was a small rotunda with a pair of picnic tables inside, and he sat himself down on one of them, pulling out Fayah's old, worn pokeball. He ran his thumbs over the scratches and marks on its surface for a moment, and then hit the button in the centre.

Fayah snarled as she was released, a feral, intimidating noise, and rounded on Keith, an arm lifting to swipe at him.

Keith struggled backwards in surprise, falling off the seat entirely and sprawling out awkwardly, staring up at the fierce, snarling image of Fayah standing over him. “I-it's me!" he managed to squeak out.

There was a pause, and Fayah finally recognized where she was, and she cast a quick glance around, ensuring for herself that James wasn't present. And then she stared down at Keith's prone form, her eyes wide. “L-lycan?"

“Were you expecting…" Keith trailed off, chewing on his bottom lip before deciding on a different descriptor. “Someone else?"

“L-lycan!" Fayah responded, her voice shaky. She loomed over Keith, grasping his sides with both of her paws, and then heaving him up onto his feet in front of her with her considerable strength, until they were both eye-to-eye.

Fayah had to be hunched over slightly to be at Keith's height, and he reached up with a grin to ruffle her mohawk.

“L-lycan?" Fayah asked, her tone confused and anxious. She looked over his shoulder, and then behind herself with a helpless wariness. “Lycanroc!"

“Be calm," Keith soothed, digging his fingers into her mohawk a little deeper, until he could find her neck, giving light little scritches against the skin there. “I… I don't know what happened. James gave you up," he said, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a little card for Fayah to look at.

Fayah squinted at the card, perplexed. It showed a picture of a lycanroc, and then a unique alpha-numeric identifier, followed by the title:

TEMPORARY OWNERSHIP

“This is only temporary, just to hold onto for I.D. purposes until the paperwork is done and sorted. I own you now," Keith said with a smile, straightening up a little and puffing out his chest proudly.

Fayah stared at him.

Realising that what he said might have been misconstrued, Keith deflated slightly, and then grimaced. “Uhh, that came out wrong. I just like, officially am… in possession of you?" he tried to explain, and then held up her pokeball, offering it to her. “My terms still stand. If you want to leave, you can."

Fayah stared at Keith some more, her ears flattening back. She reached a paw up for the pokeball, and he turned his wrist to drop it into her paws, but instead, Fayah pushed his hand to the side. The pokeball clattered to the floor of the rotunda as Fayah stepped inside Keith's arms and then hugged him fiercely, wrapping her paws around him and squeezing so tightly that he felt several of his ligaments pop.

“O-oof," Keith managed to wheeze, hooking his arms around the lycanroc in his own hug. And despite the pain in the middle of his back from her fierce hug, he still managed to smile. He rested his face against Fayah's own, and lightly ruffled her fluffy mane. “I'm glad you picked me, Fayah."

“L-lycan!" Fayah responded, her voice muffled against his chest. One red eye opened to stare up at him, and then she redoubled her hug, squeezing around her trainer tightly, expressing her feelings to him the only way she knew how.