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Temptation Training

'8, 62, 29, 3.'

'8, 62, 29, 3.'

'8, 62, 29, 3.'

The Arcanine's brow furrowed as he concentrated on the numbers in his head, his haunches firmly planted on the ground as he sat up straight. The room around him felt as cavernous and empty as his stomach, its metal walls reflecting each little sound he made back at him tenfold. How long had he been there? Without windows it was too hard to tell.

His eyes snapped open as he broke himself out of the distracting thoughts. '8, 62... twenty... 29!, yes! 29! 3! Eight, sixty two, twenty nine, three.' He HAD to remember those numbers. Weeks of interviewing and various challenges counted on him not forgetting those four numbers. If he could make it through this test, he'd finally prove he was ready to join the mysterious, elite security force.

His stomach groaned again, reminding him he hadn't eaten in a long time. It was all part of the endurance test to make sure he could stay focused under any circumstances. He leaned forward a little to ease the pain in his stomach as it crawled up his throat. He shut his eyes, trying to block out everything but the code he had been told to memorise: 8. 62. 29. 3. 8, 62, 29-

A siren blared once, snapping him back to reality. '3!' he finished the sequence in his head as he barely contained his shocked bark at the noise. They were still testing how stoic he was when shocked then? Would the testing never end? He looked around the room to see what had changed after the alarm. Part of the wall had shifted to reveal a door, but he had been given strict orders not to leave the square he sat in. There was just enough room to walk around and stretch his legs if he needed to, but he figured a more statue-like approach would look better on his test score.

A Leafeon entered through the doorway, her head leaf curled over in a natural resting crescent. A gust of wind carried her scent over to his nose as the door closed behind her... it was a cocktail of summer fruits and something herbal and delicious that painfully reminded him how long he had been without food. His stomach let out a hollow, desperate groan. 'Yes, that smells perfect, I'll have whatever is making that smell.' it seemed to say, bubbling and groaning as it prepared itself for the curvaceous Eeveelution. The Arcanine just stared at the ceiling, his mind going blank for a second before he remembered the code sequence again: 8, 62, 29, 3.

"Do you remember the code, agent?" She asked, her hazel eyes meeting his as she stepped towards him, each swish of her tail spreading more of her delicious scent around the room.

"Yes, it's-"

"Don't tell me yet." The Leafeon held her paw up to him. "For all you know, I'm someone trying to get it out of you as part of the test. You must never give up information on a mission until you're sure it's vital to do so..." she shrugged as she took one more step to get within reach. "...or until your commanding officer tells you to."

The Arcanine gave a quick nod to show he had taken the advice on board, then stared straight ahead again and concentrated on the sequence. '8, 62, 29, 3.' The Leafeon let out an approving hum and began to pace around him, checking his form while making sure her delicious summery scent lingered in the air around him. No matter which way he turned his head, he could smell her... and when he parted his jaws, he could almost taste her.

"Tsk tsk," she tutted, the tip of her leafy tail reaching up to rest under his chin. He quickly snapped his jaw shut again and tightened it, but the sound reverberated through the room. "I'm flattered you find me jaw-dropping, agent," the Leafeon smiled up at him condescendingly. She stopped in front of him and lifted herself up, pushing her paws down on his fat black belly as she stared into his eyes. "Drooling too... you wouldn't happen to be a predator, would you?"

"I uhh.. I gave that up a while ago, ma'am. To stay in shape for this role," The Arcanine replied before realising what she had told him before: 'Only give up information if it's vital to do so'... this seemed pretty vital, didn't it? Not answering a question in an interview didn't seem like it'd follow protocol... protocol... His eyes widened as he suddenly remembered what he was supposed to be doing. '8, 62, 29, 3!'

"That must have been difficult for you," the Leafeon said in faux sympathy as she put a little more of her weight on him, leaving her paws sinking into his fat, empty belly. "Well, if it makes you feel any better, The Organisation has recently begun to experiment with it as an interrogation technique, and as a way to detain criminals and transport them safely. I assure you, any ability you have will be put to use somewhere. We're very..." she pressed down harder, kneading his belly like soft dough in her paws. "...thorough..."

'GwRRBBBLLeeEee!' The Arcanine winced at the sound. It was so loud that even his examiner looked shocked. Her surprise faded to a devious grin though, as if she had found a weak point she could exploit. She began to knead his belly harder with her paws, her head leaf fanning in front of his face. "Of course, we must make sure you only eat the Pokemon we've determined to be threats or withholding valuable information. Eating other agents or members of our team while out on missions would be very damaging for our operation. This rigorous testing is our way of making sure you won't be a liability." She glanced up at him. "As your commanding officer for this mission, I order you to give me the third number in the sequence."

He thought for a moment, trying not to let the pressure of her paws on his gut distract him. '8, 62... ' "29." The Arcanine said out loud, his voice assertive and confident despite the delicious smell wafting off the leaf in front of him. Drool dripped from his jaws as his muscles tensed... just how sensitive was it? Could he sneak in a lick without her noticing? Would that make things better, or would it just make her harder to resist? Arceus, he was hungry.

"Hmm," the Leafeon mused, not giving away if he had given her the right answer or not. She leaned up, standing on her hind toes and raising her tail up behind her for balance as her brown paw ran over the edge of his muzzle. She lifted up his lips, examining the sharp white fangs behind the fluffy yellow fur... and the copious amounts of drool dripping free from them. Now that she was closer he could see the pouch tied around her neck... probably a Reviver Seed in case things went wrong. "Did you eat a lot of Grass-types back when you ate Pokemon, Mr Arcanine?"

"Only friends, ma'am. Willing prey, always." The Arcanine replied through gritted teeth. He tried taking a deep breath to calm himself down, but that just filled his nostrils with more of her beautiful aroma. "B-but yes, Grass-types."

"Leafeon?" she inquired with a sultry smile.

"N-no ma'am, I've never had Leafeon before." The Arcanine tilted his head up. "Th-that is to say, I've never eaten one. There aren't many in my region."

"This might be your only chance to see how we taste then," The Eeveelution said, her paws kneading his belly.

"Y-yes ma'am."

"And you're not going to take it?" She tilted her head. "I have a reviver seed, if you have safety concerns."

"No ma'am. I've wanted to join The Organisation since I was a pup," The Arcanine puffed out his chest. "My loyalty and determination are greater than my hunger."

"Then what's the second number in the sequence?"

His heart stopped. How long had it been since he had recited it? He thought frantically through his memorisation techniques. 62 seemed right, but did it come after or before 29? ... "62." he guessed, though he did his best to sound sure.

"You're a very good dog, Mr Arcanine." The Leafeon batted her eyes at him. "So I think you've earned a treat... Do you want to smell my head-leaf, or my tail?"

"I... is that part of the test?" The Arcanine asked.

"Only in that I'm continuing to test your resolve. There is no right answer between those two." The Leafeon reassured him with a flick her tail. "Though the wrong answer is eating me, of course."

"Of course." The Arcanine replied, trying not to think about how satisfying it would be to open his jaws and swing them down, swallowing her in a single bite. She was so small he could probably do it in a matter of seconds, especially if he started from her head. That rump would need a little more work, but it looked like it contained the most of the Leafeon's body weight. She wiggled it as she noticed his eyes falling there; mocking him, taunting him. The one chance he'd get to eat a Leafeon and he couldn't do it, even though she was practically ready to feed herself to him at a moment's notice.

...All that said, he tried not to think about eating her. 8, 62, 29, 3.

"Don't feel bad about giving into your base desires, Mr Arcanine. Plenty of agents who fail this test go on to be great desk jockeys and data entry personnel." She reassured him with her usual condescending tone. "And they always say you should listen to what your gut is telling you, after all~" she patted it with her paws, leaving it letting out another hollow 'Grrrwgrrggbbblle'.

"N-no thank you, ma'am." The Arcanine grunted, gulping back his drool as more streamed down the sides of his jaws. "M-my dream is to be an agent for The Organisation. An agent thinks with their head, not their gut."

"First number starting from the end of the sequence."

"Ei-" he hesitated. 'Starting from the end of the sequence'? ... "Three." he quickly caught himself.

"You'll be happy to know we're almost done with our assessment," The Leafeon told him, finally hopping off his gut. It let out a 'Glorrsh!' as it wobbled and bounced, free from the weight of the lithe Eeveelution. He let out a breath, only to find himself quickly locking his jaws again as a thick leafy tail was thrust in his face, running along his mouth to wipe away the drool.

"Do you smell that? ...That's my summer scent." The Leafeon informed him, brushing her tail under his nose until he was forced to inhale. "Isn't it so nice and sweet? That means we're in for a long one. Plenty of sunshine to enjoy and delicious food to eat..." she let out a teasing sigh, lowering her upper body and raising her hindquarters. The Arcanine counted the ceiling tiles, if he looked at her ass he'd be doomed. Nothing got his appetite going like prey backsides.

"You're drooling an awful lot..." she mused as she flicked her tail off to one side, leaving the drool that had been collecting on it splattering on the metal tiled floor before its tip returned to his muzzle to collect more. "As a Grass-type I appreciate the extra moisture, but you're not going to eat me, are you, Mr Arcanine..?" She pressed her rump firmly against his belly, stradling it with one paw planted either side of his fat, empty gut. "You wouldn't want to be a bad dog, would you..?"

The Arcanine opened his mouth to respond but found his instincts immediately telling him to latch onto the tail and start gulping. He shut his jaws tightly again, barely holding back a whine as his paws itched against the ground. His gut let out desperate groans and gurgles, pleading with him to end this as she pressed herself against him. Eat. The. Leafeon. Eat. The. Leafeon!

He shut it out with a mantra of his own: '8, 62, 29, 3.' The code was so embedded into his mind he felt like he'd sooner forget his own name than that sequence. "Come, agent, I don't offer myself to just anyone..." she whispered, her hazel eyes narrowing challengingly up at him. "Allow yourself a lick, see if you can still resist the temptation. If we're going to be working together, you'll be smelling that scent a lot... can you handle being so hungry for someone you can never eat?"

The Arcanine stayed silent, drool drizzling from the corners of his mouth. The Eeveelution shifted her weight on his gut, kneading out every gurgle and groan she could with her thighs and backside. "This is your last chance to change your mind, Arcanine. You'll never get another opportunity like this~"

But still, the canine remained still, other than some tremors ripping through his fur as he locked his jaws. The Leafeon held her stance too, her tail practically piercing the gap between his lips to force itself into his muzzle, only to be blocked by a wall of solid white teeth. After what felt like an eternity she finally removed her tail, an impressed smile on her muzzle as she looked up at him. "You've impressed me, agent. I suppose I can cancel the hot bath I had planned after this to get the stomach gunk out of my fur." She smiled approvingly at him. "You've done very well."

"Th-thank you ma'am," he mumbled, gulping down another mouthful of drool as the Leafeon stepped away from him. He moved to follow her, but then remembered the rule and stayed put in his square. She nodded at him, another part of the test he had passed.

""What is the only number in the sequence I haven't asked you to say yet?"

"8, ma'am." The Arcanine coughed.

"Ate.. yes, I suppose it's time you did." The Leafeon replied with a little grin, her tail swishing to spread her delicious scent one more time. "As your commanding officer, I am allowing you to leave the square and follow me." She canted her head towards the door. "Let's find you something tasty to fill that empty belly, poor doggy~" she teased him with a wiggle of her hips as she walked.

The Arcanine stood up and began to follow her, his legs weak from the experience, and what felt like at least four hours of sitting motionless in a room. She led him to a panel by the door and looked up at him expectantly, the Arcanine entered the code. '8, 62, 29, 3'. The LED flashed green, and the door opened with a click to reveal a small room beyond it, filled with computer monitors and equipment.

The Leafeon waited at the door, her eyes locked onto his muzzle. As he caught her eye, she glanced down at his belly as it hung between his four legs, her paws scratching the floor. "Is something wrong, ma'am?" he asked as he waited for her to step through the door first.

"Nothing, agent. I was just thinking, I suppose..." the Leafeon replied, flicking her ears back. "I thought for certain you'd eat me."

"I would never eat you, ma'am," he reassured her.

"I was afraid that might be the case, yes," she muttered under her breath. As they stepped through the door her ears perked, her eyes flashing with inspiration. "Agent Sickle?"

"Yes, ma'am?" The Absol at the desk glanced up from her notes. As the Arcanine looked around he could now see they were in a room with a one-way mirror looking into the test chamber. He felt hot under his fur as he went back through the past four hours, wondering what the Pokemon observing him had seen... not to mention what they would have seen after the Leafeon came into the room.

"Please contact me when Agent Firebrand is due to go through his takedown, interrogation and criminal transport training," The Leafeon gestured to the Arcanine, her devious smile returning. "I would like to be his examiner."

"Yes ma'am," Agent Sickle replied as she turned on her computer chair and immediately started updating the schedule on the nearby monitor, her claws clacking away at the keyboard. "May I speak freely, captain?" The Absol glanced at the Leafeon, then up at him with an uncertain expression.

"You may," The Leafeon replied.

"I feel like I should make you aware that each of those tests would have you spending a long amount of time in his stomach." The Absol cleared her throat. "Usually we only assign one agent to each when it comes to training new recruits, and it's determined by a rota to ensure any one agent isn't going through that experience over and over."

"I'm sure I can handle it," The Leafeon remarked, exuding confidence as she turned to make her way out of the examination room. "I am a seasoned professional, after all."

"Yes ma'am," The Absol groaned into her claws at the pun before going back to work as the Leafeon led the Arcanine out of the room. His stomach let out another hollow groan, and he set his jaw in an attempt to ignore it. He felt like if he didn't eat soon he was going to pass out.

"How are you feeling?" The Leafeon asked.

"Fine, ma'am." He lied. "I uh... I guess I'm feeling excited though. I didn't realise you already had a codename for me."

"Oh," She perked her ears and quickly averted her gaze. "Yes, you weren't supposed to know about that yet. Let's keep it between us for now, there's still some paperwork to do."

"But... I'm going to be an agent for The Organisation?" The Arcanine asked, his ears perking hopefully.

"You have exceeded our expectations and passed each stage of the interview process with flying colours, we would be fools not to hire you." The Leafeon nodded as she walked ahead of him. "Of course, if you were to eat a commanding officer before we officially make you an agent, we couldn't possibly allow you out in the field."

The Arcanine's fur fluffed out as his stomach rumbled again, leaving him quickly patting a forepaw down on it to shush it. "H-how long do you think it'll take to finalise it?"

"A few days. Then after that, you'll go through some training where we teach you how to use your stomach to safely contain and transport criminals, and even fellow agents." She smiled up at him. "And, as you overheard, I will be overseeing your training to ensure you have the best possible experience in such a... 'gruelling' task." She winked knowingly.

"I appreciate your... interest in me." The Arcanine replied diplomatically.

"It seems we have plenty of common interests, Firebrand. I look forward to us getting to know each other better in that regard." The Leafeon replied just as cryptically. "But until then, I'm afraid you'll have to keep your jaws to yourself... and I suppose I'll have to find some other way to get my own urges off my mind."

The Leafeon stopped in front of a door and gestured to it with her tail. The Arcanine read the golden plaque... it was her office. "...All that being said, as your commanding officer I can still order you to do things for me. Things that wouldn't be your fault, if something happened to 'go wrong'," she tapped the Reviver Seed in the pouch tied around her neck. "Behind closed doors, where no one would know about them but us."

"Such as..?" The Arcanine asked, though his stomach groaned like it already knew the answer.

The Leafeon gave him a sultry smile and scanned her ID on the card reader. The door opened slowly and she stepped inside, leading him along. "Wait until the door closes, then open your mouth...

...I want to look inside."

The End