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The Sun was low over the horizon, as a very long day came to a close. A haggard looking man in a mud stained orange ranger's jacket, trudged toward the emergency aid station. Exhausted blue eyes stared ahead, not focused on anything. He forced one foot in front of the other, his work for the day nearly done.

Beside him walked an equally disheveled Absol, her normally snow white fur was a mess of dirt and clay. Her ruby eyes had a haunted look, not from physical exertion but mental strain, the emotional toll of the rescue and recovery efforts draining the pokemon.

Michael pulled back the flap of the medical tent for Pythia, then ducked in after her. The ranger scanned the tent, seeing Chanseys tending injured wild pokemon and a Nurse Joy, who looked as tired as he felt. Michael waved to her, as he and Pythia approached.

"Oh, Ranger Michael, Miss Pythia, are you here to drop off another patient for us?" Nurse Joy asked, somehow sounding happy and chipper despite the exhaustion written across her features.

"No, Nurse Joy." Michael explained. "We're heading back to Veilstone City to get some rest. We're just here to pick up the Mightyena we dropped off this morning."

"Ah, yes." Nurse Joy retrieved a pokeball and handed it over to the ranger. "He got quite anxious when you left. He seems surprisingly attached to you, for a wild pokemon."

"Did he cause you any trouble?" Michael asked, accepting the pokeball.

"Not at all." Nurse Joy reassured. "He was nervous, but he didn't try to fight us. We got him patched and cleaned up, though he will need a few days to fully recover." Nurse Joy produced a note and handed it over to the ranger. "He is a bit malnourished however. Those are nutritional instructions. Follow them, and he should be in perfect health in a few weeks."

"Thank you, Nurse Joy. I'll be sure to follow your directions." The ranger said. "Would he be in good enough shape to walk with us back to Veilstone?"

"Certainly, he should be fine for light activity." She assured him, as Michael turned to leave. "Oh, and Ranger Michael, Miss Pythia, you've saved a lot of pokemon today."

"No more than you have, Nurse Joy." Michael called back, as he and his partner left the tent.

Outside, Michael expanded Mightyena's pokeball and gave it a short toss. "Come on out, Mightyena."

With a flash, the black and grey pokemon materialized in front of the ranger and Absol. With a cry, Mightyena leapt at Michael, knocking him to the ground. The over exuberant hyena began licking the ranger's face, while Michael put his hands on the pokemon's chest, and tried to fend off the sudden assault.

"Whoa! Easy Mightyena." Michael sputtered out, as a broad tongue lapped across his mouth.

"Absol!" Pythia barked.

Mightyena immediately backed away from Michael, his head low and tail tucked between his legs. He whined out, what Michael thought was an apology. The pokemon looked up, when Michael placed his hand on top of Mightyena's head.

"It's okay. I'm glad to see you too. Just don't tackle me next time, alright?" Michael assured. "And you don't need to be scared of Pythia. She won't bite your head off."

"Sol." The Absol agreed with a nod.

Mightyena's posture relaxed, though he still looked nervously towards Pythia, as Michael got back to his feet.

"Worried we wouldn't come back for you?" Michael asked. To which, Mightyena looked sheepish. "Something happened between you and your pack, didn't it?"

Mightyena looked away at that, clearly dejected.

"I don't know what happened." Michael said, as he knelt in front of Mightyena, gently lifting the pokemon's head to meet his eyes. "But Pythia and I are going to help you. We aren't going to abandon you."

Mightyena responded with a growl that sounded desperately hopeful to the ranger's ears.

"That's a promise." Michael assured, standing back up.

"Sol!" Pythia confirmed.

Mightyena looked between them, his crimson eyes brimming with hope.

"We're heading back to the city. We've all had a long couple of days. We'll spend a few days their to rest and recover." Michael explained. "Are you up for walking with us?"

Mightyena gave another affirmative growl.

The trio began heading back to Veilstone City. Other trainers and League staff, who had helped with search and rescue after the landslide, were headed in the same direction, but Michael didn't join them, not feeling up for socializing after such a trying couple of days. He was sufficiently lost in his own thoughts, that it took him until they reached the route, to notice Mightyena was hanging back behind him and Pythia.

"Hey, Mightyena? You don't have to trail behind. You can walk next to us." Michael commented, breaking the silent contemplation the group had been in.

Mightyena missed a step, then looked hesitantly towards Pythia. But the Absol wasn't paying attention, too caught up in her own mind.

"You weren't very high ranking in your pack, were you?" Michael stated, more than asked. "She won't mind you walking with us. Absols are solitary, they don't do dominance hierarchies."

Mightyena picked up his pace and went towards Michael's side, opposite Pythia, but the ranger stepped in the way and gestured for Mightyena to walk between him and Pythia. Reluctantly, Mightyena stepped up between the two, glancing nervously towards Pythia, but the Absol seemed oblivious. Michael frowned, as he noticed just how caught up in her thoughts, his partner was.

"Pythia." The Absol started, and turned to her partner, then double taked at seeing Mightyena next to her. The hyena pokemon cringed slightly, but Pythia paid him no mind and looked to Michael.

"You shouldn't dwell on what you cannot help, so much, love." Michael gently chided. "Why don't you speak with Mightyena." He then addressed the hyena pokemon. "We'll need to know what happened to you, in order to help. You might find it hard to talk about, but discussing it with someone might also do you some good."

It took a while, Mightyena was quite reluctant, but Pythia eventually got him talking. Michael didn't know Mightyena well enough to understand what he was saying, and with only half of the conversation, he didn't have the context to really understand Pythia either. But the ranger trusted in his partner to handle a difficult conversation, even if she lacked confidence in her social skills. She was empathetic and compassionate and he felt that was what Mightyena needed right now. She could summarize the details for him later.

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Pythia glanced at the Mightyena walking next to her. He looked as unsure about this, as she was. She wasn't good at this; Michael was the one who could handle people and pokemon. But she could practically feel her partner looking at her expectantly. Sighing internally, she figured she had to try.

'So, was my partner right?' A pained expression crossed the Mightyena's muzzle, as she spoke. 'Were you attacked by your own pack?'

He looked away from her, and didn't respond for a while, but finally he met her eyes. She could feel the guilt and self-recrimination radiating from him. 'Yes.'

'What happened?' She pressed, making her tone as gentle as she could.

'I betrayed them!' He growled out, with an angry snarl, but she could feel his hate and anger were all directed within. The Mightyena looked at her, searchingly, looking for shock, recrimination or condemnation. He didn't find it.

'I'm not here to validate your self-loathing, Mightyena.' She said, too tired to keep frustration from entering her tone, making the Mightyena shy back from her. 'My partner wants to help you, so that is what we're going to do.' She took a deep breath, to calm herself. 'Sorry, I'm not great at this at the best of times, and I'm far from my best right now. Please, Mightyena, explain what happened. I want to help you too.'

The Mightyena didn't say anything for some time, staring at the ground in front of his forepaws, as he walked between Pythia and her partner. Just when she thought she'd messed things up and he wouldn't explain, he began to speak.

'I had a friend.' He started hesitantly. 'More than a friend. He's a Houndoom, from a pack whose territory neighbored mine.' She could sense guilt and deep loss swirl about him, as he spoke about his friend.

'We spent as much time together as we could, and we spoke about everything with eachother. I told him about the goings on in my pack, and he did the same about his. Whenever I returned to my pack, my pack leader would ask, what we spoke about, and I'd tell her.' For the first time, Pythia could feel anger build in the Mightyena, that wasn't just directed at himself.

'Several days ago, I met up with my friend, but we couldn't be together for long. He told me his alpha had been badly injured, during a hunt, and his pack needed him more than normal.' She felt his self-recrimination rise as he continued. 'I told my pack leader what my friend told me, as I always did. She thanked me for my good work, and called the pack together. We were going to attack the Houndooms and drive them from their territory, to claim it as our own.'

'I was horrified. I tried to stand up to her, but she just beat me up and put me back in my place. After that, I snuck away and found my friend to warn him.' She could feel his pain spike, as he forced himself to continue. 'He wasn't happy. He didn't know I had been telling everything he told me, to my pack leader. He said, I'd betrayed his trust, and that he didn't want to have anything further to do with me. He was right, but it had never even occurred to me, to keep secrets from my pack leader.'

'I spent a couple of days alone after that. But eventually, I returned to my pack. They were not pleased to see me. They'd gone ahead with the attack, only to run into an ambush. The Houndooms had rained fire down upon them from all sides, and, while no one had died, many were badly injured. My pack leader demanded to know where I had been, and I confessed. I told her I'd warned the Houndooms. Everyone was furious; they attacked me, ripping at my legs and haunches. The only reason they didn't kill me, was because my pack leader believed I should suffer for my betrayal. It was better that I died injured and alone.'

The Mightyena looked up at her, hurt and afraid. Afraid he'd once again be rejected, driven away. Afraid he'd be alone.

'You're too honest.' She told him, watching as he seemed to prepare to hear the worst. 'You're naive and overly trusting. I won't tell you that you weren't at fault, because you were. But you weren't the only one. Your 'friend' shouldn't have shared sensitive information with you. But it is your pack leader who was most at fault. She abused the trust you had in her. It's not my place to judge you, but if you want my opinion anyway, you aren't a bad pokemon.'

She could feel some of his fear fade, as he looked at her, with desperate hope in his eyes. 'Do you mean that? Really?'

' __I do.' She stated firmly. 'But now we need to talk about what to do with you. She could feel his anxiety return. What do you want?'

'Can I...' The Mightyena glanced towards her partner, struggling with himself to find the courage to ask. 'Can I stay with you?' He finally got out in a rush. 'Can your human be my trainer? I can be loyal! I'll do anything he asks. I won't question anything he tells me. I'll...'

'Stop!' Pythia barked, then continued more gently. 'He wouldn't want unthinking loyalty. He wouldn't want you to never question him, or me. But are you sure you want that? Michael is a pokemon ranger. Being his pokemon is neither safe nor easy. But if you want, we can talk about it. And if you still want to be his pokemon, we'll ask him when we get to the city. In the end, it will be his decision.'

The Mightyena accepted that, and Pythia began to explain to him what it was a ranger did, and what was expected of a ranger's pokemon. She also presented him with alternatives. She explained they could find some other trainer to take him, but the Mightyena clung to the idea of being Michael's pokemon. The ranger had saved him, and shown him compassion. Eventually, they reached Veilstone City, and Pythia decided the rest would be up to Michael.

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Michael unlocked the door to their room at the pokemon center, and followed his partner and Mightyena into the small room. There was a desk and chair, a TV, a small closet and a full bed. It was a tight space for a man and two fairly large pokemon. The ranger looked down at himself, noting how dirty he was, and at an equally filthy Pythia. He pulled out the wooden desk chair, and sat down. They'd need to get cleaned up before bed. Ironically, the only clean one was Mightyena, having been bathed at the aid station.

"Mightyena, you can get on the bed, since you're clean. Pythia and I are going to hit the showers in a bit." Michael informed the hyena pokemon. "But first, you two had quite a long conversation." He turned his attention to Pythia. "I'm guessing you got his story out of him?"

"Sol." She confirmed.

"I knew you would." Michael said, with a proud smile. "Did you discuss where he wants to go?"

"Sol absol ab." She responded. Mightyena began to shift nervously on the bed.

"You want to stay with us?" Michael asked Mightyena, to confirm.

The hyena pokemon looked anxious but nodded and gave an affirmative sounding growl. The ranger moved to kneel next to the bed, and put a hand on Mightyena's cheek, meeting his gaze.

"Pythia told you what we do?" He asked; to which, Mighyena gave another nod. "And you're sure?" This time, Mightyena's affirmative growl was confident. "She must have taken a shine to you. She wouldn't have brought it up, if she didn't approve of you."

Mightyena looked to Pythia, surprise written across his muzzle, while the Absol looked slightly abashed.

"Alright." Mightyena looked at him, like he didn't quite believe his ears. "If it doesn't work out, we can figure something else out, but until then, welcome to the team."

Mightyena was overjoyed. His tail thumped against the bed, and he leaned forward, to slather the ranger's face with his tongue. Michael didn't pull away. He just smiled and scratched Mightyena's ears, letting the hyena pokemon express his happiness.

"Alright. Alright." Michael begged after a while, getting to his feet. He started taking off his muddy clothes. "Pythia and I will get cleaned up. We won't be very long, but you may as well try and get some sleep."

Michael finished undressing, stuffing his clothes into a sack. He'd handle the laundry in the morning. He didn't think twice about getting naked in front of his pokemon, and didn't notice how intently Mightyena was watching him disrobe. By the time Michael had gathered up his toiletries and wrapped a towel around his waist, Mightyena was shifting uncomfortably on the bed.

Pythia glanced at Mightyena. She'd need to have a conversation with him in private. As afraid as he was of rejection, it would probably take a long time for him to admit his interest to her partner. And if Michael was as oblivious to Mightyena's attraction, as he had been to hers, her partner wouldn't be noticing any time soon either.

Absols were solitary; they didn't form monogamous bonds. Her commitment to her partner was abnormal. Maybe if the Mightyena was another female, she'd feel different, but she didn't see the other male's interest in her partner as competition. She didn't know how her partner would respond, but she figured it would be better if the matter were resolved, one way or another, sooner rather than later.

Michael opened the door for her, and the pair headed for the showers.

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Pythia followed her partner down the hall, into the men's restroom. She didn't fully grasp why humans segregated their facilities between sexes. Michael had explained the human obsession with nudity to her, but they had stalls. Were redundant facilities for males and females really necessary? She shook her head, to clear these irrelevant thoughts. Thankfully, humans didn't try to apply these rules to pokemon.

At this late hour, there was no one else present. Her claws clicked against the tile floor, as they walked past toilet stalls, and a row of lockers and rounded a corner into the shower room. The showers were also separated by stalls, though they only used a plastic curtain for privacy, rather than a door. It was fortunate, because her partner was even more obsessive about privacy when it came to sex, than he was about nudity. Finding a private place, where you wouldn't be disturbed, was certainly preferable, but humans took it to an extreme.

It occurred to her, that her partner probably wouldn't even mate with her in front of their new teammate. It was yet another reason to not let Mightyena keep his attraction to Michael a secret for long. She could just tell her partner, but she thought it would do the hyena pokemon's confidence a world of good, if he did it himself.

She followed her partner into a stall, and he pulled the curtain closed behind them. He set down his armload of shampoos and fur conditioners. She didn't much care about her appearance for her own sake, but her partner took great pleasure in pampering her, on the rare occasions that he could. And she had to admit, the way he looked at her pristine snowy coat, and ran his hands through her soft luscious fur, sent tingles down her spine.

Michael started the shower, and Pythia stepped into the pleasantly hot water, next to him. She let the water wash the worst of the filth from her fur, while her partner quickly cleaned himself. She watched the water pour down his naked body. His active life gave him a lean athletic build. Even if it wasn't his appearance that attracted him to her, she could still appreciate that he was a fine specimen of his species.

When Michael finished, she stepped out of the stream and let her partner lather her fur. She growled in pleasure, as his fingers worked through her coat. She leaned into his touch, as his hand wandered over her body. She reveled in being the sole focus of her partner's attention.

'I think your hands are one of your best features.' She told him.

"I'm glad you're enjoying yourself." He said, with a smile. "I love the feel of you, as well."

She could tell. His erect shaft bounced in front of him, glistening in the florescent light, water dripping off his engorged tip. Outside of her heat, her libido was greatly diminished, but that was no reason she couldn't show her partner her appreciation.

She nuzzled up against him, lifting his shaft with her short muzzle. He gasped at her touch, and placed his hands on either side of her head, running them through her wet fur in small circles. She let out her tongue, and slowly licked up the underside of his member.

"Oh Pythia." Her partner groaned. "I love you."

Growling huskily, her next lick was more firm, lifting up his shaft and swirling round his head. She could feel him shudder, as his hips bucked involuntarily. She parted her jaws and engulfed his length in her maw. She murred around the hot meat filling her mouth, and curled her tongue around her partner's shaft. She pressed forward, easily taking the head into her throat, and pressing her nose into Michael's blond pubes.

She could hear her partner begin to breathe heavily, and feel his pulse quicken through the cock between her lips. Her own desire began to kindle. She enjoyed the intimacy, and bringing her partner pleasure, but after the stress of the last two days, she wanted more. She needed to feel her partner inside her, once more.

She pulled back from her heavily panting partner. He looked down at her, confused, as she turned away. But as she looked back over her shoulder, it seemed he understood her intention, as she held her tail out of his way. She turned to look straight ahead, as she felt his hands take hold of her narrow waist. She let him pull her back against him, and she felt the underside of his member press against her vulva.

"You're not normally this forward, out of heat." Her partner said, a hint of worry, overriding his desire. "Are you okay?"

She looked back over her shoulder, to meet his gaze. His concern was endearing, and not entirely unwarranted. But at this moment, everything was as it should be.

'I just miss being united with you.' She reassured him, pressing back with her hips, to get him to focus back on the here and now.

"I miss being with you too." He told her, his voice filled with longing need.

He pulled back his hips, and she felt the tip of his cock kiss her lips. He pushed forward, and she felt her triangular folds spread around him. Her inner walls involuntarily contracted, as she felt his length filling her. She pushed back against him, wanting all of him inside her. She rocked forward, as his hips met hers.

He pulled back, and she felt him slipping free of her, before he thrust back inside. Her partner began a steady rhythm, that slowly picked up force and speed. She was far tougher and stronger than him, and she loved that he could show her the full might of his passion, without fear of harming her. He didn't need to hold anything back.

Hot water poured over top of them; the sound of the shower drowning out the sound of their love making. The spark of need, that had been kindled earlier, was stoked into a roaring fire of desire. She felt herself clench around him, as he pounded into her, her body fighting the parting of their union, as he withdrew. She began to pant, and the roar of blood in her ears joined the thunder of the water around them.

She felt his grip on her hips tighten, as he pulled her back to meet his thrusts, with desperate need. She began to cry out encouragements, demanding that he not stop, as she neared the culmination of her need.

She shouted out her triumph, as her muscles constricted around her partner with all their strength, and euphoria descended upon her. Her partner's pace became frantic, as her squeezing walls brought him to his own climax. She was dimly aware, through her own bliss, of his cock pulsing insider her, being milked of its seed, by her sex.

Her partner remained inside her, for some time, his hands running up and down her sides. But eventually he pulled away, his spent member slipping from her, and excess seed joining the rivulets of water pouring off of her. He knelt on the tile floor, spreading his arms, and she stepped into his embrace, bringing her short muzzle to his lips, for a long slow kiss. They parted, and his clear blue eyes, met her scarlet ones.

"You're wonderful." Her partner told her, with a loving smile. "But we need to finish washing up, and get back. Mightyena will probably start worrying about what's taking us."

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Mightyena watched the door close, as the Absol and his new trainer left. He rolled onto his side, and looked down at himself. His erect member lied against the grey fur of his belly. It was a rod of black flesh, that gently tapered towards the tip, where it turned into a mottled pink, and briefly flared into an arrow shaped head, that came to an acute point.

He had never once thought of humans in a sexual way, but seeing the man, who had rescued him, naked, had reminded him that humans weren't so very different from pokemon. He thought of the ranger, his trainer. Not even his own pack had shown him as much compassion as a human he'd only just met. Even his Absol, Pythia, cared. Only his former friend had been close.

He shook his head, thinking about the Houndoom hurt. He'd ruined that relationship; he couldn't bear to ruin this one. Why did the thought, of being with his trainer, have to enter his stupid head? The ranger had rescued him; he'd even agreed to take him as his pokemon. When Mightyena had been utterly lost, the human had appeared. He wanted to cling to the man, to hold onto him for dear life, to bury his face against his chest, to feel him held tight against him, to feel himself deep...

Mightyena violently shook his head, again, desperately trying to clear his thoughts. He remembered wha the ranger, his trainer, Michael, had said. He could be a part of their team, if things worked out. The thought, of what could happen if things didn't, filled Mightyena with dread. His trainer and Pythia were already together. Surely if he tried to come between them, he'd be thrown to the side. He'd ruin yet another relationship, with yet another betrayal. Even if that weren't the case, Michael probably wasn't interested in other males anyway. He'd probably be disgusted and horrified to learn the Mightyena he took in lusted after him.

He returned his attention to his erect cock. He wished he were like his former friend. The Houndoom's arousal was only evident from his scent, his member becoming erect and emerging from his sheath only during sex. His own arousal was much more obvious. It occurred to him, that there was no hope of hiding his interest, from the Absol. She'd be able to smell it; she probably already knew.

But maybe, he could convince her not to tell. He could swear to her, that he knew his place, that he wasn't a threat to her relationship with their trainer. It could be fine, if only he could keep his desire secret from the ranger.

He brought his muzzle to his member and licked his sensitive tip. Normally, he would think of his friend, but he couldn't bear the thought of the Houndoom. Instead, he thought of his naked trainer. Without fur, it had been so easy to distinguish his lean muscles, under his smooth skin. As he parted his jaws, and let his length slip into his maw, he imagined what it would be like to feel himself, pressed against that body. He inhaled his trainer's scent, that still lingered in the room and imagined how much stronger the scent would be, if he buried his muzzle in the crook of the ranger's neck.

He began to bob his head on his shaft, as he envisioned what it would be like, to hold his trainer, tight in his paws, and what it would be like, to have the human's arms wrapped around him, holding him back. He began to pant around his throbbing member, as he thought of what it would be like to lap the sweat from the human's balls, what it would be like to feel his trainer's mouth around his length, what it would be like to...

With a growl, Mightyena swallowed around his own tip, hot semen spurting down his throat. He held his breath, as he took his length as deeply into his throat as he could manage. Shot after shot of seed went down his gullet, as he continued to cum. Eventually his lungs began to burn, and with a gasp, he was forced to pull away. His still twitching member lied against his belly, as he lied on his back. He panted heavily, as the effect of his orgasm, ran through him.

His revelry was interrupted by the realization, that he didn't know how long he'd taken to relieve himself or how long it took his trainer and teammate to get cleaned up. Hastily, he began cleaning himself, licking his softening cock back into his sheath. By the time the door opened and Michael and Pythia entered the room, they found Mightyena lying quietly in bed, watching the door.

"Did we wake you?" His trainer asked.

Mightyena gave a negative growl and shook his head.

"You waited for us then? Sorry we took so long. I hope you didn't worry."

Mightyena absently gave another negation, his attention, instead, was on Pythia. The Absol was sniffing the air and looking at him. A spike of fear went through him. As his trainer busied himself putting things away, Pythia jumped up onto the bed next to him. He looked nervously towards her, her red eyes meeting his.

'It's okay.' She reassured softly. The look she gave him was sympathetic, not recriminatory. 'We'll talk in private, tomorrow.'

Relief washed through Mightyena. Perhaps working things out with Pythia wasn't just wishful thinking. For the first time, he began to feel real hope for the future.

'Thank you.' He growled softly.

"Its good to see you two getting along." Michael said, as he sat on the bed next to them. He reached over to pet the hyena pokemon. "I've been thinking, you need a nickname. How does 'Bran' sound to you? Short for Branchus."

Mightyena considered for a moment, before nodding, with an affirmative growl. He could get used to being Bran.