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The middle of the night was kind of a dangerous time to go bathing. A stream in the middle of the woods was somewhat of a dangerous place to go bathing. But when you were a Pokémon trainer going off the beaten path, your options were kind of limited.

It wasn't something Megan was totally used to yet, but she was getting better with it. She'd been one of those homebody trainers for quite some time, just too nervous to go off on her own...it hadn't helped that her mother was extremely paranoid about her safety and had filled her mind with all sorts of worst-case scenarios that had made her even less inclined to traveling - a young lady on her own in the world seemed to be a target in her eyes. Unlearning that paranoia and getting more of a sense of comfort with the world had taken a long time, but she was getting happier with each day she pushed her previous limits...and learning that her mother's baseless fears were in fact baseless.

Still, she couldn't help but be a bit nervous taking a wash in the stream with only the stars and moon overhead. In the darkness, anything could be lurking around, and her Pokémon was back at the campsite, presumably snoozing without a care in the world. If she was attacked, no one would know about it...but, she was trying not to be too scared of that. Those kinds of attacks were quite rare - Pokémon didn't usually attack lone humans, and there wasn't another human around that she was aware of. Slipping out in the nude and doing a quick refresh in the water didn't seem that that big a risk.

She kept her eyes and ears open, but the night was silent, and the area was clear, no signs of any life beyond the plants. And that gave her an extra feeling of confidence, that she was okay and would be okay, which made the cool water surrounding her body all the more pleasant. She didn't really mind getting dirty, that was what you had to accept when traveling, but it just felt good to clean up, giving her a feeling of freshness that helped make her more prepared for the next day's challenges. It wasn't exactly the spa, but it would do.

After about fifteen minutes, she pulled herself out of the water and started the walk back to the campsite. It wasn't far away, but she still felt a bit nervous...maybe it was the chill in the air against her bare skin, giving her a sense of vulnerability and lack of protection. She'd wanted to dry off before getting dressed again, she didn't have a towel to carry around with her and wet clothes tended to itch and irritate, but now she was wondering if maybe should have brought something…

A sound behind her made her turn, just as something large collided with her. She yelped, struggled, fought, flailing limbs to get them away from the unknown assailant, feeling the scratching of claws against her skin as the creature assailed her...his strength proved to be too much for her, and she was unceremoniously pushed to the ground with a heavy weight pinning her there. She continued to try to struggle, but with her arms pinned behind her back, there wasn't much she could do to escape...with dread she felt the creature lower down over her, his head right near her ear…

“Awoo, baby."

Fear was quickly replaced by fury. “Tracer! You fucking jerk!" She rocked under the body of the Lycanroc straddled on top of her. “You scared me half to death!"

Tracer let out a devilish laugh. “Didn't you say you wanted practice trying to fight off an attacker? What better way than to attack when you least expect it?"

“An attacker I'm ready for! I didn't want to be jumped in the dead of night!"

“Bah, that doesn't make for a good experience at all. Most attackers aren't gonna announce themselves and let you get ready...you need to be able to defend against surprise assaults. That's where it really becomes dangerous."

“Grrr...I wanted to work up to that! You are so getting bopped on the nose once you let me free!"

“Worth it." Tracer laughed again, completely unperturbed by the threat. If there was another reason that Megan had been gaining more confidence, it was him - a loyal Midnight Lycanroc partner she'd had since he was a Rockruff. It was his evolution that really gave her the confidence to go out on her own - he'd clearly gotten a long stronger, and gained an attitude that had resonated with her and bolstered her courage. True, he was a bit of a devil, and took a good bit of pleasure in saying things that weren't always socially acceptable...but she could hardly imagine a more dependable Pokémon to stand by her side.

On top of her, though, was not a position she was enthused about. “Okay, fine, you got me. I'll have to be ready for this next time. Can you let me up now?"

“Hmmmm...I could let you up...buuuuuut...I could also take a bit of a 'victory lap.'"

“What are you ta-ah!" Megan's response was cut off as she felt something hot and wet rubbing against her backside. That she definitely hadn't been ready for! He did have a bit of a lewd streak in him but he'd always just kept it to talk before... “T-tracer! Bad dog!"

“Heh, you like that I'm a bad boy sometimes, don't you?"

“N-not like this!"

“Oh? Could've fooled me. Or…" The Lycanroc leaned in again, more of his tool pushing against her as he did. “Is that some other Tracer you're talking about when you're having your wet dreams, or fingering yourself when you think no one's watching?"

The darkness hid it, but the brilliant redness that hit Megan's face felt like it might light up the night. Perhaps her private moments hadn't been so private to a Pokémon with keen ears and a keener nose...of course it was him, ever since he'd evolved she'd had thoughts about him, though it had still taken her a while to accept that she wanted her canine companion to give HER a bone. She'd never said a word about it, but of course he knew...how long had he been waiting for something like this?

“That's what I thought," cackled Tracer. “So now...are you still gonna demand to be let up and just brush this off like it never happened? Or are we gonna get our awoo on right here and now like we both want?"

Before Megan could truly answer, the cheating Lycanroc shifted his cock down to her pussy lips, rubbing them with his hot, hard tool. He had a daunting size that he'd shown off to her a couple times in teasing fashion, though that had only fueled those dreams and fantasies...and the wetness leaking from her was all too clear on what her own response to the idea was. “Ah...are you...gonna let me up first?"

Tracer was quiet for a moment, then leaned down to her ear once more. “Thought about it...but tonight...I feel like a bad boy."

No time for a response as Tracer shoved his tool into her, burying it deep in one fell swoop. She could only cry out - it was so rough! She felt it rub hard against her insides, hot friction against her walls that her wetness couldn't counter, stretching her deep and wide. And it felt incredible, so hot and touching her in sensitive spots that nothing had reached before. She pushed against it, now just wanting more...whether this was the ideal way to get it or not, now that it was in her she wanted all it had to offer.

And Tracer gave - boy, did he ever give. His cock slurped as it pulled almost all the way out of her, then drove in hard, making her cry out again. Lecherous, bliss-laden growls rumbled out of him as he thumped into his trainer, relishing the sensation of her tight twat clutching at his cock greedily. It felt like it barely wanted to relinquish him when he tried to pull out, resulting in a brilliant friction from his rougher surface that sent shudders through both of them, aided further by the grainy precum pulsing into her. His grip on her tightened and his toes curled into the dirt, bracing himself to hump in harder and faster.

Megan was still squirming, but no longer trying to escape the grip of her Lycanroc as he showered her with wild, raw pleasure. Such a potent, wonderful heat was burning within her, intensified with every single thrust, drastically beating anything she'd ever done on her own...her fantasies hadn't truly prepared her for it and she was almost glad for that. Even the roughness of his treatment had something going for it, surprisingly - his holding her in that vulnerable position gave her a visceral thrill, made her feel barer to him and more primed for what he was doing. There was definitely a bit of a strain on her from the awkwardness of it, but that wasn't taking away from it like she would have expected.

Soon she could feel the canine's knot pounding against her nether lips harder, teasing and testing her, not yet trying to force its way in but promising it wouldn't be long. She'd always wondered about that...well, her wonders were going to be well sated tonight. She rocked slightly against him, trying to goad him into acting, wanting Tracer to do it properly and fill her deeply. Her breathless moans and cries were unable to be shaped into words, but she knew what she wanted and hoped he would, too.

Panting, tongue lolling out in ecstatic delight, Tracer couldn't have possibly missed the cues and was more than happy to provide. He wanted it just as much, after all, no proper rutting would be complete without a tight heat around his greedy knot. Lowering himself down, he suddenly went into a frenzy, rutting hard and quick against Megan, barely drawing out before thrusting back in, forcing his knot against her and demanding her body yield to him. It didn't take that long, she was more than ready for him and after just a minute of this wild treatment he slammed home and she parted around him, eagerly taking that bulge in and holding tight to him as he finally hilted inside her.

The crash of their orgasmic bliss was nearly perfectly timed, hitting just a hair earlier for Megan, waves of intense pleasure raging through her starting just before she felt the heavy, gritty load of her Lycanroc start to pump into her body. Above her, Tracer let out a slightly strained and breathless howl as he felt himself go off inside her, his knot holding fast and making her take his load in its entirety. Round after round squirting off, flush against his and her flesh and ramping up the friction as he rocked slightly back and forth, rubbing them both to maximize the pleasure during the peaks of their climaxes. Oh, to have that last forever, he wouldn't have cared in the slightest…

The bliss felt almost like it was endless for Megan for a bit - she could hardly process it all, it was so new to her and such an unexpected leap upwards from anything else she'd experienced in her life. Aided by the constant grinding and extra stimulation Tracer was providing, it almost made her white out briefly, she had to fight to cling to sensibility...but finally, the crashing waves faded slowly, allowing her to savor the decrescendo into relaxed contentment. The overpowering waves blended into a blissful buzz that slowly coasted to an end, leaving her with a wonderfully warm fullness inside her, the mix of his knotted cock and load within her pleasant and welcome. Tracer had stopped shooting into her, leaving her with just what she had, which already felt like more than enough...not that she minded, with as good as it felt.

Tracer held her fast even after his own orgasm faded; though his grip was a bit less steady than before, might have been breakable if Megan was at her best, she too was worn out and in no real shape to work her way free. He kept down on her until his knot began to recede after a few minutes, allowing him with a bit of effort to tug his way out of her and let a gush of his seed free from her body. She moaned a bit as she felt the pressure release, easing her further...only then did he let his grip go off of her, allowing her slightly cramping arms to move again and stretch in more expected ways. As his weight rose off of her, she rolled herself over and pushed herself upright, heaving hard, looking rather messy but also quite satisfied.

Tracer kneeled next to her, grinning like an idiot. “Hah...not bad for your first taste of awoo, eh?"

Megan looked over at him, and without ceremony gave him a bop on the snout. It didn't erase that grin, of course. “You know the rules. Bad boys get the bop."

“Still worth it."

“Of course you think so, you scoundrel. Still, you're right...it DID feel amazing. But don't think I'm going to just let you jump me and do that all the time now. I'm not gonna put up with a bad boy all the time."

“Heh, don't worry, I'll be good. Usually."

That was about the most she could hope for, and the most she really wanted. She had to lay down the boundaries as a trainer, after all, and she wasn't about to let a Pokémon run wild and uncontrolled...but there was no denying that Tracer's attitude had some value as well. His being a bit of a bad boy pushed her boundaries and helped develop her own spirit...in the right doses, it was beneficial. And there was no way she was going to forget the thrill of what had happened, either...but, there were other ways to enjoy him.

She rose to her feet, a bit unsteady, and grabbed Tracer and pulled him up for support. He was still hard...not surprising to her, the lewd Lycanroc seemed to have an endless libido in his friskier moments. “Yeah, like now. You just made a mess of me, after I cleaned...so you're going to take me back so I can clean up again. And you as well, when's the last time you took a proper bath?"

“Aw, you're gonna make me smell like wet dog again?"

“You bet your fuzzy butt. And if you cooperate, maybe I'll let you show me how a GOOD boy takes care of a female. Or we'll see if that's something I have to teach you, too, if you think you can get away with just sticking that thing in me and not doing anything else you're going to have another thing coming, buster."

Tracer's face screwed into an exaggerated pout. “Aw, MAAAAN...now I'm gonna have to WANT to be a good boy to show you all that."

“Exactly the point. Now come on. I don't want to be watching the sunrise from the water."