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Like she always did, Nina texted Leor before calling. Usually a week in advance, planned for a certain day on a certain hour, with no contact in between. So at 3:57, Leor sat on the roof of Lucas's house, having climbed up to it with a boost from Strypes.

Leor stretched out and yawned, basking in the late summer sun. She rather liked how sunbaked the shingles beneath her were, and she might have taken a catnap if not for Matt and Lucas talking on the porch below as the two shared coffee and Lucas ate breakfast, unaware she could hear them.

“Thank you for taking care of things here while I've been… indisposed with Kypha."

“It's nothing, sir. Leor has been helping me every day, so it's not been too overwhelming."

“I would hope so, she's not exactly guarding anything here. She doesn't even keep track of Kypha."

Not true. Leor could smell and hear Kypha out front, eating the enormous meal Lucas prepared for the alpha before seeing to his own needs. Even at night, Leor made sure to keep Kypha under watch. She had more than one pokemon after all, it was just in her best interest not to show all the cards she held. Especially if Kypha needed to be subdued. A prospect Leor tried not to think about: sunbathing was fine, she was not keen on her precious fur being singed off by just being near an enraged typhlosion.

“–I think she would help you if you needed it, too," Matt said, Leor just tuning back into their conversation. “She's, um, she cares a lot about others, and wants to do right."

“Hmmph, her version of 'right' would have you deformed and blacklist both of us from ever practicing." An awkward pause, a coffee cup set down on its saucer, then a sigh. “Sorry, that isn't fair. I shouldn't air out my resentments when you've built a friendship with her."

“Yeah, uh, friendship."

Leor giggled as she pictured Matt's face. They were not romantic partners, but “friend" did not describe the complex feelings they shared.

“Enough about her, though. Bet you're excited to get back into the lab and forget about all this barnwork."

“Hah, um, is it weird if I don't want to leave? I'm going to miss being out here."

“Really? Most of my interns can't wait to get out of here."

“I won't pretend I enjoy it, I just… I'll miss the pokemon, you know? I don't get to work with them often."

“Mmm, even though it's risky for you?"

Her ringtone snapped Leor upright. Nina.

“Hey girl," Nina said soon as Leor answered, “How's my Umby doing?"

Leor got up and walked to the front of the house, away from Lucas and Matthew. “Penumbra's fine," Leor said as she sat down, knees to her chest as she watched Kypha laying in the gravel driveway, sunning himself as well. “Don't know what she's been up to, but you know her."

“So you lost her again?"

“I didn't lose her. She's here, and she makes sure Kypha is safe at night for me."

“How do you know—"

“Is this really why you called?" Leor cut her off. Penumbra was not legally Leor's pokemon. In reality, their relationship existed more as coworkers. Penumbra rarely ever took orders for a job, and did it her way and spent her time as she pleased. She was a wild card, too risky to legally register her existence, too powerful not to have stashed in her sleeve.

“No, but don't be flippant about taking care of my Umby."

“Just because she let you ball her and boss her around doesn't mean she lets me. Now why the call?"

“The Sinnoh Research Society and Coronet Wildlife Preserve wants to know what's going on there."

“Kypha is safe, it doesn't seem like anyone knows he's out here."

“With you there, why wouldn't he be? They want to know why Dr. Willow can't get a horny alpha to pump out any eggs."

“Are you really asking me to snitch?"

“Then tell your breeder to stop sending them a bunch of excuses. Our clients didn't ask for us to lose their mon in the mail, which is what they think right now."

“Just a sec." Leor held out her phone, snapped a quick picture of Kypha, and said, “I'm texting you a picture of him, see?"

“And?"

“We were hired to keep Kypha safe, he's safe."

“He won't be when the SRS decide to stop throwing money at nothing, and you get reassigned elsewhere."

Leor actually grimaced. She hadn't considered that. “Give me a chance to talk with Lucas."

“Okay," Nina said with a little sigh, “Boss part over. Mentor hat on, tell me what's going on, girl." Before Nina gave up fieldwork for an office job acting as other rangers' handler, Leor had been her junior partner and apprentice.

“Kypha wants the doc, but not to just fuck him."

“Unpack that for me."

“Lucas doesn't get it, neither do I really, but Kypha is convinced they're like, meant to be together, but obviously Lucas can't be with him and hold his job at the same time—"

“Hold up, does Dr. Willow—"

“Half and half. He's been with pokemon before, as a student, and I think he likes Kypha, but not enough to throw his life away."

“And how does that keep Kypha from blowing loads into a ditto? Or artificial insemination? He's an alpha, he's got to be getting off somewhere."

Leor shrugged. “Lucas tried, Kypha stopped him."

“Alright, have you asked Kypha what he's willing to trade for it?"

“For his cum?"

“He's not on vacation anymore than you are, ask him his price."

“The price is Lucas."

“You asked him? I bet you'd only need one nut from that boy and you could knock up a lot of pretty typhlosions with it."

“Fine, no, I've not asked him that specifically, but Lucas won't—"

“Girl I know you don't want to force anyone to do anything they don't want to, but Lucas needs this as badly as you. You don't need to tell either of them to get married, but maybe a trade: you said he fucked pokemon back in the day?"

“You want me to bargain Lucas."

“He can dry his ass out after. It's not like doing a little fucking and sucking to get what he wants will be the end of the world."

“Arceus, Nina…"

“He'll do it, just watch. He knows well as you that the clock's ticking."

***

RESEARCH LOG - Subject Kypha, Night Twenty

Kypha continues to thwart any effort to produce offspring. Even collecting semen samples proves to be impossible, as he refuses to let me collect one. These days he is nothing but irritable and defensive. We have emptied one of the barns to move him out to it so he might have his own space, but during the day he still sleeps outside my house to keep his proximity to me.

Despite my best attempts to assert boundaries with the subject, he continues attempting to make me the subject of his desire. I am not sure how to convince him otherwise—

Two slender-clawed fingers tapped the top of Lucas's journal—Leor stood over him. “Any exciting updates?"

“None that would excite you," he said as he shut his notebook and leaned back in the wrought iron deck chair he sat on.

Leor ignored his jab and asked, “What about your dreams?"

“An increasing number have been more graphic than I would like, but I think Kypha is just trying to work me up in my sleep."

“You could ask him to tone it down."

“You think he listens to me?"

“Have you tried?"

Lucas pursed his lips.

“This is my issue with you: you hate talking to your pokemon."

Lucas held up an index finger. “One: he's not my pokemon. Two: we have nothing to talk about. Any time I try it's just, 'Have you changed your mind?' and I say, 'Well the laws haven't changed,' then he blows me off."

Leor sat down in the empty chair beside him. “Alright, then, can I ask you a favor?"

He quirked an eyebrow. “Go ahead."

“Let me go with you tonight?"

***

Leor did not take Strypes with her. It irked Lucas. Why send a ranger to “guard" Kypha when she didn't even keep her pokemon on her at all times? Not that her presence changed how the night would go: Kypha started as he always did, seeking out spirits and exorcising them. Originally, that work had been closer to home, but as the alpha cleared the surrounding few acres, he had ventured deeper into the foothills north of Willow's home.

“So do you two just never talk anymore?" Leor asked as they hiked up an incline. Kypha had already reached the other side, but the glow of his fuschia flames made it easy to follow his trail. Lucas kept a headlamp with him the whole time, but Leor moved effortlessly through the dark, her red eyes shining in the gibbous moonlight.

“He doesn't have anything he wants to say to me."

“But he's not left yet."

“He's not allowed to."

“Who's going to stop him? You? I'll keep Kypha from hurting people, but I'm not going to violate his consent."

Lucas rolled his eyes. “Of course you won't, Arceus forbid you do what you're paid to."

“I'm paid to protect him from others and others from him, that's it," Leor snapped. “And despite what you think, I have been doing my job, you're the one not willing to work with him."

“Me?" They stopped at the crest of the hill they climbed. Kypha was thirty paces down it, several will-o-wisps surrounding him, his paws outstretched, palms up as if urging them closer. Lucas jabbed his finger at Kypha, “How is it my fault he refuses to let me collect even a meager sample? At this rate, I'll have to drug him and extract it while he's unconscious."

“Well, if you wanted a way to get Kypha to leave, that's a good one."

“Psh, he won't even know."

“Oh yeah, when the typhlosions you have here start pumping out eggs I'm sure he won't suspect a thing."

“Then what do you suggest?" Lucas asked as they continued walking. Kypha had moved on.

“We ask Kypha what he will trade for a sample."

“You know what he wants."

“Have you tried bartering with him?"

“And give him what? He wants me."

“Then let him have you."

“Leor." Lucas rubbed some sweat from his brow, taking a moment to swallow the unkind thing he wanted to say. “You know that's not an option."

“I'm not saying you marry him and skip your way to the closest equalist commune," Leor said as they reached a dry riverbed Kypha walked down. “One time. You budge a little, and I bet he'll budge a little."

“I'm not so sure about that."

“It's worth a try."

“Alphas don't trade, they take."

“But he hasn't taken you."

“Dammit Leor! Are you—" Lucas stopped, feeling that spine-tingling pluck in his nerves.

“Is everything okay?" Down the riverbed, Kypha now watched them closely. Meeting his radiant eyes, his glowing collar, his purple fur practically shined in the dark.

He swallowed the knot in his throat and whispered, “We're fine."

Kypha's ear flicked, and he continued his trek.

Leor filled Lucas's silence with, “You're afraid to."

That hurt. Lucas walked faster, mumbling, “Have you seen the size of him?"

“Please, size has nothing to do with it."

“Fine. I'm afraid. I have reason to be. Taking in an alpha's hormones is sure to activate pokegenic changes faster, they're also potent enough to alter brain chemistry. If the properties are addictive, given my history of perversion—"

“You're not a pervert for loving your pokemon," Leor snapped. “But I see what you're getting at. You're worried you won't be able to go back."

“I feel like I'll need someone to force me to separate from him," Lucas said as they stopped again while Kypha communed with the spirits lingering in the riverbed. “No offense, but I don't exactly trust you to do it."

Leor shrugged. “I probably wouldn't. Not to mention you'd have to fight Kypha off you, too."

“Then you see my problem."

“We could call in someone else to help?"

“And tell them what? 'Hello, Dr. Banyan? It's Dr. Willow, can you come separate me from this pokemon I'm attracted to? I promise I'm only doing this for research—'"

“I mean rangers, not another one of your crackbrained colleagues."

“And you'd go along with it?"

“I mean, I wouldn't like it, but if it's what you want—what you really want, then sure, I'd help how I could."

Lucas kept to himself what he wanted. Fortunately, Kypha started on again, so he simply said, “Let's keep moving."

They made three steps before a keen, piercing whistle cut through the night air. Leor said, “That's for me. You should talk to Kypha, see if you can cut a deal."

Lucas folded his arms over his chest as Leor walked up the riverbank, in the direction of the whistle. “Is everything okay?" he asked.

“It'd be a different kind of whistle if there was an emergency, worry about Kypha."

Ahead, Kypha also watched Leor scale the side of the river, over the rise and into darkness. Disappearing from view, he gave Lucas another long look. Like he knew what Lucas meant to propose.

And Lucas knew the moment he made the proposition Kypha would push to have it done immediately. Just the way those fuschia eyes bore into him, like they knew well as Lucas what would happen if he submitted himself before Kypha. Could an alpha even be trusted to let someone go, or would the pokemon choose instead to keep Lucas as a personal pet?

He drew in a deep breath and started closing the distance between them. Kypha waited, growing bigger and bigger, more towering as Lucas drew closer. The collar of flames on Kypha blossomed, petals of iridescent rhodamine and red flames scattered into the air behind him. Why, on top of everything, did this pokemon have to be so stunning to look at?

Lucas closed the distance to only ten paces before clearing his throat. “I want to make you a deal."

***

Truthfully, that whistle was an alarm because it did not come from Strypes. No sense scaring Kypha or Lucas, though. They were safer cloaked in the night, well away from whatever might be threatening the house.

Penumbra materialized out of the dark, almost tall as Kypha, her thick red mane blending into her charcoal fur at night. Leor tried to hide the fact she disliked being snuck up on, but that was the nature of a partner who worked in illusions.

Penumbra bowed her pointed snout and asked, “Finally making progress?"

“As much as I can. What's going on?"

“An unmarked van pulled into the woods just outside Willow's property line."

“That's it?"

“I smelled gunpowder."

“Arceus' fucking asshole, you sure?"

Penumbra tapped her nose. “Has this ever lied?"

“No, I just don't want to fucking deal with this. Is Strypes—"

“Already scouting while I went and got you. He's to meet us behind the house, if they've not already moved on it."

“What do we think? Rocket?"

“Who else in Johto would show up with guns in an unmarked van?"

“Guess we don't need to feel bad about what we're going to do to them. Come on."

They left at a jog for the house. Penumbra let her set the pace, rather than just scooping Leor up and running there, which, if necessary, she would have done, but clearly things hadn't become that urgent. While they ran, she dug her phone from her pocket and called Nina's cell.

No answer.

“Come on—"

“You know she never answers the first ring."

Leor rolled her eyes and dialed the number again. They had the house in view by now, lit by porch lights Leor wished she could cut.

“Girl you know what time it is?" Nina snapped the moment she picked up.

“Nina I got Rocket on its way."

“Fuck, who'd you go gabbing to?"

“Like this is my fault," Leor growled. Ahead of her, all the lights on Lucas's property whisked off at once. “I need you to figure out clean up. Penumbra says they've got guns, so I can't guarantee—"

“Alright, I got you girl. Can't trust cops in Johto anyways. I'll see that our Rocket contact in the area makes sure they know they're fucking with us, not some licensed breeder."

Rocket was the largest organized crime ring in the world, with claws in Kanto and Johto. Fortunately, the International Rangers Guild had its own pull, and they could resolve disputes in a quiet, “Don't fuck with us and we won't fuck with you" kind of diplomacy.

That didn't stop conflict, but it did keep it from escalating.

“Try not to kill any of them."

“Not my style, but I can't make promises. I'll text when I have them subdued." She ended the call just as they reached the house. It had been Strypes who cut the power. He waited on the back deck, signing to Leor under the diminished moonlight, “Six humans, armed, eight pokemon, all water types."

Leor sighed. “Alright, we can work with that. Are they headed this way?"

Strypes shook his head and held up two claws with his right paw before tapping them on his opposite wrist, pointing at his eyes then into the distance.

“Lucky us," Penumbra said as she stepped away. “I'll deal with the two scouts then meet you at their camp."

Leor said, “Happy hunting."

Penumbra's muzzle broke into a fanged smile before blowing them both a kiss. “Stay safe, pets."

Strypes snorted and signed, “No one's pet," but Penumbra had already left.

Leor touched his furry shoulder. “You okay?"

He grunted an affirmative.

“Lead the way, then."

***

“I really don't know if I'm ready to do this tonight."

Kypha stamped one heavy paw on the ground then pointed in the direction of the house. “Tonight, now, or not at all."

Lucas shivered at the force at which Kypha communicated it. A roar that climbed up his spine, into his skull, and out his right eye.

“Okay, just… not in the house? It would be best if we did this in the barn. So as to mitigate the evidence of our—um, coupling—wait, wait, what are—" Kypha had swept him off his feet and cradled Lucas to that broad, cream furred chest. His protests muffled when one big paw shoved his head down into the warm, soft yet thick fur.

“You will drag your feet unless I carry you."

Lucas would have liked to take umbrage with that, but he'd been too overwhelmed by the combination of Kypha's scent and presence in the back of his head, those words smoldering with pent up desire. Agreeing to this bargain was like jumping into a rushing river. No matter what he tried, Kypha would carry him to tonight's inevitable end; Lucas simply needed to focus on not drowning.

Hard when every breath was the potent scent of Kypha's musk, that intoxicating mix of virile sweat and burnt cedar that his body had been craving. He'd been a man starving himself, and now here, Lucas found his hands grabbing big fistfulls of fur as he sucked that scent back into his body.

His cheeks flushed as those pheromones worked their magic. What else could it be called to be transformed by a pokemon but magic? Arceus, he was going to happily drown and he knew it, but he couldn't take it back now.

Too soon they reached the barn, Kypha grabbing the door and flinging it off its hinges, ripping through the locks as if they were paper and tossing the door into the yard. Strangely, the alarm did not go off. Was it too dark? He spotted the porch and perimeter lights had been cut off. Had Leor…? But then they were inside the barn, Kypha setting him down on shaky feet.

Kypha's collar shot up, lighting the structure for them. He asked, “What must we do to make you comfortable here?"

If the words had been spoken, Lucas might have been too lightheaded to answer, but the force in his mind snapped him from his stupor, and he started moving to the back of the barn without looking, tripping over a loose cable. Kypha caught him by the collar of his shirt, a choking cough, almost a squawk, tumbling out of Lucas as his alph—no, Kypha righted him.

“Careful."

Something about that command gave Lucas pause. Again, if spoken he might consider it impatience, frustration, but the force of Kypha's emotions… was that fear?

“I'm fine," Lucas said as he went to pull loose the fireproof mat they used when breeding fire pokemon. It was a synthetic, heat resistant rubber that even a magcargo could rest upon without burning it. It would absorb the heat and be soft enough that… well… Lucas certainly didn't want to be mounted on the bare ground given Kypha's size, strength, and weight.

It would barely be big enough for the two of them, but it would work. By the time he unrolled it, Kypha had already come up behind him, growling out loud in his mind, “Your clothes."

Hands shaky, Lucas wriggled out his pants, shirt, and shoes, already smelling Kypha's budding, blazing arousal.

***

It took ten minutes to reach the van Penumbra spotted. They'd parked it off the road behind a screen of trees, headlights on, doors open. Wearing all black, hands in gloves, ski masks on, three of the Rocket thugs sat at a card table. One rifle laid out on the table, still being assembled by a man while the remaining two chatted. One member, a woman who didn't wear a mask, remained in the driver's seat of the car, arms folded over her chest, trying to sleep behind the wheel. Four of the eight pokemon were accounted for: a slowbro, poliwrath, floatzel, and swampert. Nothing she and Strypes hadn't fought in the field. The one reliable thing about Rocket was their staunch support of human supremacy; that lack of empathy made them awful at commanding pokemon effectively.

Since they brought guns, it meant a smash and grab. They didn't care about being loud. Given Lucas worked in a secluded part of the countryside, it didn't surprise Leor. The strictly water typing of these pokemon did offer some relief: someone might have leaked that Kypha was an alpha typhlosion, but they couldn't know his real rarity. If they did, she doubted they'd send a team this careless for an essentially extinct pokemon. Which meant maybe they didn't know about her, either.

She and Strypes hid behind brush deeper in the woods, well away from the headlights. Closest to them was the floatzel, grooming its fur. The slowbro slept next to the table, swampert hung away from the clearing, closer to the road, smelling something intently. The poliwrath stood placid as a guard might, staring into the direction the headlights shined.

Leor faced Strypes and signed, “I'll get their attention. You kill the car, then we route."

Strypes nodded and disappeared into the dark. From deeper in the woods, they heard a lycanroc's howl: Penumbra's all clear signal.

“What was that?" one of the men at the table asked.

The one assembling the rifle said as he worked, “A pokemon, it ain't gonna bother us."

“Nothing wild around here howls like that."

“Oh yeah? Ever heard of invasive species? Just cause it ain't native doesn't mean—"

Leor braced herself behind a thick-trunked tree and called out, “Rocket thugs!"

The clearing snapped to attention, pokemon moving to cover their trainers, rifles flicked off their safeties. They didn't pounce, and Leor couldn't legally use force without provocation.

“I am Ranger Leor Honeydew," she continued, “ID number 464609, two of your number have already trespassed on property under my protection. I will return them and your pokemon to you if you agree to leave. Otherwise I will be forced to—" She grunted as pressure flooded then probed inside her head. Because her pokegenic changes were based in obstagoon's dark and normal typing, Leor resisted what was no doubt supposed to be a psychic spike chiseling away at her skull. The slowbro's best attempt to subdue her only resulted in a minor headache.

She heard the pokemon fanning out, muttered words from the humans as they did the same.

One of the thugs called out, “How's your head feeling? Slowbro's already told me you don't got any pokemon out here with you. Be a good girl and just come out."

Ah, the overconfidence of psychic types and their trainers.

Leor ignored him and said, “This is your last warning." To her right, an odor like overturned mud drew closer, the heady scent of the swampert. On the left, the floatzel hissed as it nearly reached the tree.

But past the threats closing in on her, Strypes had snuck to the van's open driver-side door, snatching the human inside by her throat. She got out a choked yelp before Strypes hurled her over the hood into the closest gun-toting thug and reached into the car, flipped the lights, and pulled the keys. Gunfire rattled off in the sudden dark.

“Shit, what was that—"

“Lights! Where's a—"

Leor, eyes still adjusted to the dark, turned the corner on the floatzel, which had wheeled around to face whatever threatened the others. She grabbed it by its collar, claws digging into the rubbery flesh, and yanked it back around to the other side of the tree, where the swampert saw only the movement of shadows. It swung one sledge-like arm in a haymaker that caught only the floatzel Leor dropped in its path. The floatzel slammed into the trunk, shrieking in furious pain, clawing and biting blindly at the massive fist.

Leor darted around them, into the clearing where Strypes ducked a punch from the poliwrath that slammed into the hood of the van, crumpling it and shattering the front windshield. Strypes jabbed, claws first, straight into Poliwrath's spiral, punching through flesh. Water then blood spilled across Strypes' wrist. Leor rushed the closest Rocket thug, who tried to get a bead on Strypes with his rifle. She kicked out his knee, a three shot burst flying wide over the van. She took his head in her hands and kneed him in the back of the skull hard enough for him to crash face-first in the grass. One of the humans turned on her only to be charged by Strypes, using the wounded poliwrath as a battering ram.

A guttural roar behind her—Leor reflexively dived for cover, out of the way of a jet of water thick as a log shot across the clearing by swampert. It struck the table which exploded into splinters and steel, the chairs around it sent flying.

“Strypes!"

He didn't need instruction, jumping in front of Leor before the next hydro pump. Reversal was an obstagoon's specialty. He placed both arms in an X over his chest as swampert fired another jet. In a blink, Strypes deflected it with a sweep of his claws, water splashing harmlessly in the air and raining through the clearing.

And standing next to the van, a pistol leveled at Strypes head, the one Rocket thug still standing. Leor only had time to elbow Strypes' waist before she heard firearm discharge. Strypes snarled—she felt hot wet fluid on the back of her neck.

Leor lunged at the man responsible and grabbed the gun's muzzle, slamming it into the side of the van. It went off again, shooting out a window. He didn't let go of it, offhand managing a feeble punch under Leor's ribs. She screamed in his face, furious with the heat of blood soaking into her nape. Strypes' blood.

She would repay it in kind.

She pinned the man's arm to the van with her right elbow, while he snarled, “You're dead you fucking cun—" but he couldn't finish it—her left hand had closed claws first around his throat. She watched his eyes shift from shock to fury as she dug furrows into his skin. More and more blood spilled around her grip as she slowly closed her hand. The Rocket thug smacked her arm, kicked her, flailed against her grip. She didn't release him. Furor melted into terror. Her fingers finally closed into a fist, and she released him. He fell to the ground, grasping at his shredded throat.

Finally, she heard the swampert squealing in pain. It snapped her out of it, and the mass of blood, flesh, and tissue squished in her fist became a disgusting lump she flung away. She was coated in blood, having ripped through that man's carotid artery, and already he'd gone still.

“Fuck," she gasped, turning away. Strypes had one foot shoving the subdued swampert's head into the ground. In the moonlight, his blood turned from red to a black ichor. The top half of his ear had been shot off. Leor hadn't turned and looked, there'd been no time, she'd been terrified of the worst—her rage taking over—

“You missed one," Penumbra said as she stepped in the clearing, holding up the horrified slowbro by its shelled tail.

“Ugh, t-thanks," Leor mumbled as she reached for the belt of pokeballs on the corpse next to her. Hands shaking, not watching what she did so she wouldn't have to see it—

“Things got messy, huh?"

“We should have waited for you," Leor said as she finally snapped off the pokeballs. She balled the poliwrath first. Long as it stayed in its energized state, it wouldn't bleed out. Next the swampert, then the floatzel, its legs broken when the swampert pulverized it, and finally the hapless slowbro.

They gathered the three remaining humans in the middle of the clearing, sitting back to back, hands ziptied behind them. Strypes watched them, arms folded, no thought to his wound while Leor rounded up the dropped guns and piled them into the van.

The female thug said, “You are so dead. No one fucks with Rocket—"

“If you don't want to be bound and gagged, then I suggest you shut up," Leor said as she took out her phone, sitting in the van's sliding doorway. She sent the all clear to Nina.

“No one kills a Rocket and—"

“I warned all of you, you escalated with deadly force first," Leor snapped.

Penumbra approached the woman and fell to her haunches, still towering over the three helpless prisoners. “Mmmm, if you'd like, little human, I could treat you like the couple I found in the forest," and she held up a paw covered in dried blood before licking it, practically beaming.

“Penumbra please tell me—"

“Only wounded and bound. My thralls are watching them."

On any mission, Penumbra took the time to claim territory whenever they would be in one spot long enough, and used her alpha status to collect a host of males to compete in a harem for her. So charmed by her lust and pheromones, these pokemon would follow any order simply for a chance of breeding with her.

Leor's phone vibrated, and she checked the message Nina left for her. She told the thugs, “Cops should be here in ten minutes. They'll pick you guys up, and if you be good the Rangers Guild will cover your bail and legal fees. Don't ever return here."

“Oh we'll be back—"

“My handler has already made arrangements with your bosses. You come back and your own gang will do a lot worse than I did to your friend."

“You pokefucker freaks will never get away with killing a Rocket."

“Oh is that true?" Penumbra said as she rose to her full height. She closed a massive paw around the defiant woman's head. “I must have quite a tab. Killing humans is just so easy when they put up a fight, and you Rockets are always so cocky that I forget how frail you can be…"

The woman tried, fruitless as a worm trying to uproot a tree, to rip away from that awful grip on her skull. Her struggling cut her brow and scalp on Penumbra's claws.

“Enough," Leor snapped.

“It'd be easy to crush her skull, tell the cops her watermelon got popped by that swampert's hydro pump."

“Penumbra!" Leor started towards the alpha.

The woman broke into sobs, blubbering, “No-no-no—please no!"

Penumbra released her and stepped back, Leor getting between them. “There," Penumbra scoffed, “That's where all you human supremacists end up, begging for a pokemon to spare your worthless life."

“Go get the two you left in the woods," Leor snapped.

“Tsk, you don't give me orders, but sure." She bowed, grinning, “I'll have them brought here. Have fun cleaning up."

***

How would Lucas possibly clean this up later? Soon as Kypha's cock rose from its sheath, it leaked an unceasing river of thick, viscous precum. A river that would either go inside him and rewrite his DNA or pool on the mat, overflow onto the concrete floor. No matter what, those massive testes beneath that throbbing spire would make sure it was impossible to hide what was about to happen here. His own anxiety, of course, squirmed in his stomach, still thinking of being caught. Of Matt coming in tomorrow only to look at him appalled. Lucas would be reported—

“No more of these fears," Kypha's smokey growl resonated in his mind. “There is only us."

Us. Him and Kypha. What his body wanted. Had been craving since the alpha first spoke to him. Kypha had only said, “Found you," but the alpha had practically laid claim to Lucas's spirit then. Haunting his dreams with visions of a perfect, idyllic partnership between a different alpha pokemon and researcher, and those dreams were far from chaste.

No more dreams. No more denial. Only the two of them together.

Lucas reached out for the throbbing magenta mast before him, fingertips yanking away soon as he touched it again. The heat took him aback, but it was safe, his fingers wrapping around the swelling pokedick. He'd done this before, knew the sight of those spade glans so well. His breath caught in his throat, the smell alone muddied his thoughts more and more. That heat now felt inviting, and he stepped closer, cock now pushing up against his sternum, then sliding up his chest, oozing intoxicating essence all over his chest.

Kypha's paw stroked his cheek. A throaty rumble filled the barn, his approval as Lucas squeezed beneath those swollen glans, watching the urethra open and spill with more pungent precum. The sight pulled Lucas closer, no need for Kypha to guide him, his lips wrapped around the tip, tongue sliding against urethra. More pre spurted inside his mouth, and he moaned, knees wobbling. It blended in his maw like a smokey bourbon, smooth and almost sweet. He whimpered, hands now pumping the massive shaft, trying to get more of that flavor inside him.

Lucas felt born to enjoy the taste of his alpha. Body and mind seeking this rich wholeness, the warming feeling of these thick, viscous pearls sliding down his gullet, pooling in his core, their warmth spreading to every inch of him. His mouth opened wider as he forced more of those glans in his mouth. He barely noticed. He had tasted ambrosia, already drunk off it.

Kypha rubbed the back of his neck. “That's it," his alpha's voice spoke now through his whole being, erasing any thoughts of his own, “Worship your master, your mate. You know you will never be coming back from this."

Lucas couldn't imagine going back, even as his jaw strained to accommodate the massive dick sinking into him. By the time Lucas's lips passed Kypha's glans, locking them behind and sucking in a lewd kiss, the typhlosion's tip teased its way down his throat. Lucas did not gag like the first time Joule fucked his face for he was too doped and drugged to do anything but let Kypha's meaty paw close around the back of his head and shove him down. His throat bulged as that shaft pressed deeper, quickly blocking any air. Lucas couldn't care. He didn't even notice Kypha's other paw under his now slack arm, helping hold the vacant human up. All Lucas knew was the heat and warmth of Kypha's essence, comforted like a newborn nursing, until the throbbing picked up.

Kypha snarled and yanked him back with a single command, “Breathe." Without it, Lucas might have forgotten, but he managed a single ragged inhale around the glans still wedged in his mouth before being dragged back down. Kypha held him under, Lucas dripping sweat all over with that hot poker and all its simmering juices pouring inside him. He should've been at risk for heatstroke, but all those pokegenic enzymes made his internal temperature flexible, pliant as the throat Kypha now plundered. His alpha growled as he pumped his prick in shallow thrusts, plugging Lucas's airway, massaging his shaft with the supple, slick walls of his throat.

Tugged above water again. Lucas sucked in another breath before Kypha barked, jabbing his cock so deep Lucas almost kissed the swollen bulb at its base.

Kypha's essence erupted into Lucas's throat. Tears trickled down his cheeks as that cumming cock filled his gullet and belly, weighing him down like his alpha just discharged molten metal inside him. Lucas's lungs ached just as Kypha brought him up for air, gunk exploding into his mouth with such a violent twitch those glans popped from Lucas's lips. Semen thick as honey, smokey and, yes, a sweetness surely to it. The flavor imprinted on his tastebuds, the gooey wads of protein sticking to his tongue as he swallowed once—fully body hosed by another white rope—then twice to clear his mouth. He coughed like he'd been saved from drowning, Kypha panting over him as more seed spurted across a now marked mate.

Lucas could have been swimming in a hot spring with how coated inside and out he was with a tingling, soothing, heat that left him feeling both vacant and immensely pleasured. Lucas would have fallen to his knees had Kypha not grabbed his rigid shaft, the paw a glove around his whole member.

“Cum."

Lucas exploded into the paw, slumping against his typhlosion's thick fur, groaning. Kypha caught all of his meager load and pushed Lucas back. He fell harmless on his rump, head spinning, watching Kypha thoroughly lick clean his paw. A low rumbling purr in Kypha's throat.

Lucas's gaze drifted down to the still dripping dick that loomed over him. He licked his lips as Kypha took a step closer. “We must wait for your body to change before I take you, otherwise you will be hurt."

“How… how long will…" Lucas drifted off as the tip of Kypha's dick nudged his nose. Hard to talk with that musky scent scrambling his brain.

“Not long, already I can feel it in you."

Lucas felt it, too. Despite the intense heat, his body no longer sweated as much. What once was oppressive to humans became soothing. He scooted closer to Kypha, nuzzling into the knotted base of his alpha. Its throbbing warmth against his cheek became a balm. Kypha pressed Lucas's face into the fuzzy sheath, pendulous balls rubbing against his chest. Lucas blindly groped each massive testicle: they filled the palm of his hand so nicely with their virile weight. He kissed the sheath next to him and cooed sweetly, content to drift off.

Kypha let him for a time, watching closely, scenting the air. Lucas didn't notice his body hair multiplying, pushing out old black hairs for a fine, violet night-sky and cream fur coat. His cock began to drip more and more precum, a constant line that pooled in the fuzzy nutsack he now sported. His asshole tingled and itched, and a soreness began to spread through his body: at his hips, his jaw, hands, feet. He knew, logically, this pain came from pokegenic changes in bone structure, changes that could not be undone, but his only real thoughts were how sweet the pain felt. Another luscious sensation added to the ambrosia he swam in.

Kypha chuffed and stepped back. “You are ready now. Get on your hands and knees, pet."

Lucas whimpered and did so, legs spread, ass lifted to be taken. He gasped when Kypha grabbed it, massive paws spreading his cheeks. A rush of hot air poured across his backside, before that broad tongue pressed against his dangling dick. Lucas moaned as the muscle dragged up his scrotum, taint, to his asshole. Behind him, Kypha rumbled like a building thunderstorm. The alpha's massive maw kissed his taint and wedged its tongue against his hole, pressing, pushing, too big to slide inside, but massaging it nonetheless. The itching Lucas felt before now sent little shocks of pleasure up his back. His toes curled as he moaned, more sensitive than he'd ever been while Kypha's tongue drenched his backside in saliva. He felt its warmth spill down his testicles, dripping with the precum from his aching cock.

Then Kypha mounted him, blanketed him with his body, paws planted above Lucas's hands. He arched his back into his alpha, feeling that fiery cock come flush to his ass.

“Guide it."

Lucas's palm filled with slick precum as he wrapped it round Kypha's glans. He only needed it a little lower. Then the drooling tip ground against his asshole, which clenched, eager, as pressure bore down. Kypha did not slam into him. He took Lucas not as some toy, but as a lover. Careful, slow, with more weight building, precum quickly slid down his taint as Lucas took a deep breath. Not anxiety but excitement making it difficult to relax.

“Open for me, pet."

Lucas did, the command running through his whole body. Suddenly filled for the first time in years, he gasped, groaned, his asshole burning, but like before, the pain only added more. He reached up and grabbed a fistful of Kypha's shoulder fur, teeth grit. He felt Kypha's raging pulse through the throbbing glans now lodged inside him.

Kypha growled, even as he held still, while Lucas pressed up into Kypha's body, using his alpha's riotous heat for warmth. The entire barn blazed with rhodamine light as Kypha's collar climbed several wispy feet into the air.

“I have waited…" a jet of hot precum spilled inside him, soothing the burning on Lucas's rim, “too long."

“I'm sorry I made you wait," Lucas whispered.

“You will make up for it."

Lucas gasped as that pillar speared him deeper. His cock jumped beneath him, cum spilling out in weak, drooling globs, his prostate too flattened to actually squeeze out an ejaculation. The pressure on his loins made him think he might burst. He trembled under Kypha, head craned up and moaning into his fur.

“That's it, pet. Savor how your body yields to its new master."

Fresh tears rolled down Lucas's face. Kypha slid backwards, adjusted his feet, and rolled his hips forward again. Pokecock battered its way deeper into him, impossible to stop as his lower abdomen began to bulge. He coughed, the wind almost knocked out of him, barely able to breathe. Just breathe. He tried his best to focus on that, feeling his body go a little numb. Was he going to pass out?

“You are close, pet, don't give up now."

Lucas let go of Kypha, collapsing onto his elbows as he focused on keeping his lower half up. The rubber mat beneath him was slick with spilled bodily fluids, smearing onto his cheek as Lucas shut his eyes. Kypha pulled back again, Lucas's hips getting tugged back at first.

“Deep breath."

Lucas already had, and Kypha did not wait, slamming inside him. He almost howled, the bulge in his lower abdomen suddenly ending just above his belly button. No human could possibly survive this… and yet… He groaned, reaching down and feeling his stomach, where the heat of his alpha's organ radiated through. That same heat spread throughout him. And grinding against his backside: a massive knot. Kypha growled and humped against him, forcing Lucas down into the mat. His alpha meant to tie him, like any bitch in heat.

Kypha snarled when Lucas's asshole did not give way, hips working backwards before slamming forward again. Lucas cried out, this time as more snaps of electric pleasure sparked through his body with that intense pressure. His cock still leaked more cum on each thrust, being wrung from his balls, the tip now brushing against the sticky mat beneath him. Had it grown? His teeth hurt but—

Another slam. The changes to his body were accelerating. And Kypha's churning nuts continued dumping more and more thick wads of DNA into his core, letting his body absorb it immediately. The fur all along him began to thicken in places, that soreness moved to his skull, his eyes. His ankles popped, and suddenly Lucas was flattened to the floor.

Kypha snarled, already wrapping Lucas in his arm and spinning onto his back. Fortunately, the immense flames spewing from his collar did not melt the mat, but instead blossomed all around them. Lucas had never seen a typhlosion's collar burn so brightly, it felt almost as if he lay in the center of a lotus flower, with petals of red and violet fire spiraling into the air around them. Something so surreal, but his awe ended when Kypha wrapped one arm under his thighs, tugging them up.

Lucas now saw that his ankles had broken into a digitigrade formation. His mouth hung open as he watched his toes fuse into only three, the now fuschia nails quickly overrun by the thicker fur on his feet. Kypha's other arm hooked around Lucas's throat, paw grabbing his shoulder and pushing down. At the same time, his alpha bucked his hips, trying to shove that knot inside him.

“Almost there, sweet pet," Kypha's voice smoldered through him.

The worst of it seemed over. He no longer felt close to passing out, but invigorated, and hornier than he had ever been. His asshole ached as that knot kissed it in another forceful grind. His rim stretched, and Lucas tossed his head back in a lurid moan. He reached down, feeling pawpads on his fingers as they pulled his cheeks farther apart.

The burning at his rim only encouraged him further. His body needed to be claimed completely by his alpha. His battered ring of muscle felt as though it might snap and tear as the knot wedged its way deeper. His hole being caved in by a wrecking ball, his inner walls rippling, trying desperately to pull it in.

“Give in. Submit to all of me."

“Yes! Please, I want to submit, I want to be yours," Lucas whined before it became a scream. That knot had found purchase, pummeling its way past the midpoint, searing pain turned ecstatic, rapturous pleasure that washed through him. The knot plunged inside. Kypha snarled and immediately yanked back, making Lucas writhe in his grip. The knot almost popped out before it was slammed back in.

“You are mine, in this life and the next."

Lucas gasped as those words seemed to worm their way into his very soul. The first time Kypha had plucked those inner strings inside him, it had been a shrill, terrible thing, but now it played through him. Flames leaping from string to string, creating a melody that became his entire being before that wide maw closed on his shoulder. The stinging pain of a mating bite brought Lucas back to the present. Kypha snarled and growled as he worked his hips in short little tugs and pulls. That tool twitched beneath Lucas's abdomen, a surge of new molten essence pouring through his/Kypha's shaft.

And that spiritual melody turned into a symphony through his body. His alpha's shaft exploded at the same time Lucas's now magenta, knotted prick also gushed seed across his swelling belly. He and Kypha shared the orgasm in a strange cyclone of sensations: his walls clenching and milking, silky and straining, tight to Kypha's rigid member; heated cum erupting into his core, spreading tingling through his body, seeding new organs already shaped there; Kypha's nuts clench-clench-clenching against his fur, smoldering with satiated heat, like coals satisfied with burning; to the taste of blood so potent in Lucas's mouth he touched his own lips before realizing it was Kypha tasting his. Their union both in body, mind, and spirit had Lucas drowning in more pleasure than he could comprehend.

“Mmmph, Arceus… incredible, so good," Lucas babbled drunkenly, his body a forest blaze of endorphins.

Kypha still clutched him tight. “You can't go back, I won't lose you again."

“Hehehe, you didn't even lose me the first time. I thought about you nonstop…" but Lucas trailed off, somehow sensing Kypha did not mean when Lucas tried to put distance between them these last few weeks. He touched Kypha's snout, and the typhlosion finally released his shoulder, the flames dying down. Kypha licked his wound once, then nuzzled him, which turned into a kiss.

It surprised Lucas how easily their mouths matched each other. His head had changed, too, of course. His skull was more pointed, a wide-jawed muzzle with a broader tongue like his mate. It made it easy for Kypha's tongue to plunge inside his mouth. And the buzzing pleasure of swapping saliva rubbed away whatever concern Lucas might have over what his alpha meant. It didn't matter.

What mattered was this moment, his lover, his alpha, his new body made so he could be this pokemon's seemingly destined mate. Destiny, a word now feeling more charged than it ever had in Lucas's life. After all, Kypha had wanted him, traveled all this way for him, what other reason could there be than that the pokemon who could reach into someone's soul would also know their soulmate?