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To Reggie, moving to this city seemed like a good idea at the time, and it had remained that way for a good week or two before he started to catch onto how weird things actually were.

A city full of actual Pokemon; it was like a dream come true, but then he paid more attention to what those Pokemon actually did in the city. Large and muscular Incineroar and Obstagoon stood watch dressed in form-fitting police uniforms, looking over most Pokemon and glaring down at the people that moved in.

No matter what place of business you went to there was at least one Arcanine working there - just as big as the Incineroar - but instead of being rough with people they just seemed rather absentminded. It was almost as if they were just being told what to do and just went along with it. And the fact that such fluffy Pokemon wore tight clothes under their usual work uniforms really stood out as strange. He had been lucky to catch one getting changed at the gym, taking off their work clothes and revealing a tight black t-shirt and even tighter shorts. It was a good thing that they were bad at focusing on two things at once, and that he was good at acting calm, even with a large Incneroar looming over him and asking what he was looking at.

The thing that had been on his mind more than those was that people who moved in seemed to leave at a point, only for a Pokemon to take their place, living in their apartment, taking their job, with no other Pokemon seeming to remember the person who used to be there. That was what gave him the kick to start looking for a way out, and to take more drastic measures.

He hadn't watched T.V. in ages, never drank from the tap or even put on the AC -- a part of him knew it seemed paranoid, but he didn't want to risk anything, especially after he had noticed a large Obstagoon trailing behind him on his trip home from the market a few days ago.

They knew where he lived, so he needed to get out now, and there was only one place he could think of. That night, he made his move, sneaking out and making his way into the seedy back alleys of the commercial district, following the graffiti left by one of the gangs here.

Lycanrocs. Those Pokemon made up the three main gangs and a few minor ones in those. They were the main source of trouble in the city. He'd even seen one being chased by the police -- a Midnight Lycanroc in a leather jacket laughing while a pair of Incineroar stumbled to catch him -- and since the police were in on whatever was going on, it made sense to seek the gangs out.

~

That was what had gotten him near the end of the alleyway at an abandoned building, leaning his head into the open doorway only to receive a sudden punch to the face that sent him flying onto his back with a yelp of pain. His flailing attempts to get up were stopped by a heavy leather boot pressing down on his face. The owner was clearly a Midnight Lycanroc -- dressed in black leather and with multiple piercings in his ears, an almost stereotypical punk aesthetic -- looking more than a little annoyed as he sneered down at Reggie.

"So, you got an excuse for wanderin' into my territory, pup?" That boot pressed down harder, before lifting up, giving Reggie room to speak -- and more importantly, breathe.

Whilst still gasping for air he began to blurt out as much as he could. "I-I need to get out of the city! Y-You lot aren't with the police so I-"

The Lycanroc punk snarled and pressed their boot back down. "Another one? Urgh fine, I'll help you outta your mess."

Reggie let out a sigh of relief, thankful that he was finally getting out of this crazy city.

"But I'ma need a favour from you first. Lick my boots clean, and we can start moving you to where you need t' go."

The human hesitated as he looked up past the punk's boot, silently pleading to him as he looked up into those cruel red eyes and getting a low growl from the Pokemon above him.

It seemed to have been custom-made, mimicking what he assumed a Midnight Lycanroc's paw might look like, even having pawpads on the treads. Reggie gulped and weighed his limited options, looking back to the lycanroc's sneering face before nodding and pressing his tongue against the sole of his boot.

"There we go, keep lickin' now, don't want to be too slow that my bros get here and want more from ya~" He chuckled as he dragged his boot across Reggie's tongue, that taste and texture the treads making the human's face scrunch up. This was horrible, but Reggie felt it was worth it if it got him out of here.

After half an hour of licking so much that his tongue was numb, the punk pulled it back, dragged over an old lawn chair, and tossed himself onto it, the rusted metal creaking under his weight as he checked the human's work.

"Damn you're actually good at bein' a bootlicker. Is it a fetish of yours or something?~"

"N-no I-" Reggie started to reply before he caught a red glow from the Pokemon's eyes, before the other boot was pushed into his face and he found himself licking at them once more with a quiet grunt of confusion.

Only now did he realise just how well-cared-for these boots were, as if they had been routinely cleaned and swiftly repaired if any damage came to them. But when did he learn to notice that? Why did he care? Those thoughts started to melt away as he lost himself in the repetitive action of licking up and down the sole of the Lycanroc's boot until another thirty minutes had passed and it was pulled away.

A whine left Reggie's lips, and then he laid there, confused at his actions and how light his head felt.

"Even better~ Now for the rest, I want them shining." He snapped his fingers and Reggie sat up, his gaze meeting those wonderful red eyes for a moment more. Whispers echoed around him as the punk gestured for him to crawl, and he did so and was presented with both heavy boots in front of him, both waiting to be polished and tended to.

He got to work, lapping away at them like it was the best thing in the world, his eyes glowing a dull red as the other Lycanrocs that had been hiding in the building came out and gathered around him, chuckling and cheering amongst themselves about their recent acquisition, though all Reggie could notice was that they all wore boots that need cleaning.

The punk, who he now somehow knew as the leader, pulled out a phone and rang someone up. "Hey Boss, got another runaway for pickup." Some words were exchanged, and after a moment, the head Lycanroc shivered and groped at his own crotch.

"Thanks Boss, we'll take it from here. I'll bring the new member of the pack up to meet ya after initiation." The rest of the night was blur of leather and fur as Reggie was put through his paces, made to lick and clean each member of the Midnight pack. When he woke up with a nice heavy pair of boots on his paws -- paws he had always certainly had -- and his pack leader getting his new piercings ready so he could be geared up to meet the Boss, well it was too hard to stop his little tail from wagging like the good Lycanroc he was.

~

Alaric sat at his desk, shuffling through papers before pressing the button to allow his visitors through. The Midnight Lycanroc - Ninetales mix was greeted by two Midnight Lycanroc, the larger one smiling before smacking the back of the other. "Oi! Proper posture when the Boss is around!"

He couldn't help but chuckle as the smaller Lycanroc blurted out an apology and straightened up. "So, this was the runaway?"

"Yes Boss, Rez here was tryin' to get out and wanted the help of one of th' gangs."

The Lycantales let out a sigh as he pushed up from his desk and paced over to the two visitors, his well-cared-for tails flowing behind him. He stopped at the smaller punk, Rez, running a hand close to their newly pierced ear. "Do you remember telling anyone about your suspicions?"

The new punk trembled, from fear or something else entirely. "N-No Boss, I didn't know who to trust."

"Good boy." Both punks shivered and their little tails wagged at those two words. "Take him to one of the stations on floor 45, the Order should help deal with any friends or family he had the usual way."

Rez and his pack leader both nodded and grinned. "Yes Boss!" And with that they left, leaving Alaric alone with his thoughts yet again.

"...Another runaway caught, but I can't get careless... I'll have to tighten security, get more people into their ranks..." he continued his musings as he looked out of his window, taking in the view of the city, his city.