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I

Ahhh... the endless roar.

The air felt hot on the wooden stage.

The double-deckered audience stand was never quite sold out; here and there among the darkened seats, Sho could see stray splotches of emptied chairs - like islands in a rough sea. The applause and ovation of the audience made the thousands of fans seem like a single group, rising and falling, mixing the colours of their shirts, dresses, and shorts; it was a living mass, fluid and untamed... just like a sea, a raging river. And as ever - the people were always roaring.

It didn't matter that placards only the audience could see were demanding the noise and applause from them; Sho knew that large cameras at either side of the stage and throughout the stadium were scanning the audience for the best views - images that would be streamed to TVs across Hoenn, bouncing as far as Unova and Kanto. It really didn't matter that there was a prize for the noisiest audience members; Sho knew that the audience were making these noises for the chance to get their faces on the big screen.

He felt the bristling fur of his Vulpix rumble contentedly against his leg, as her body gave of the small burst of heat that meant she was proud, Sho knew it was worth putting the cynicism aside.

Faked or not, the roar of the crowd made his darling Vulpix happy.

Then the crowd disappeared as the spotlight hit them, drowning them in gold. Invisible, the announcer called their names at last; after all, they were the final pair. Sho grinned,waving into the light - tapping his fedora down to the crowd he couldn't see, and sneaking a glance at his Vulpix.

Just as he'd trained her, she stepped forward - tucking a foreleg down, half-bent, and slowly swept her other one across her stunning, beautifully-curved snout, eyes closed - then flicking open, blinking at the world. It was tough for a quadruped to pull off - and looked like a charming impression of bowing.

That's right, babe! Play to the crowd... so proud of you.

"Sho and Beauty... please, welcome our returning champions!"

Stepping alongside his Vulpix, Sho slipped his fedora into his hand, lowering himself to one knee. As they both stared at the decked floor of the stadium stage, dowsed in the golden spotlight, he flicked his head back up - sleekly sliding his hat back onto his black ponytail, he stared at the crowd he couldn't see - - and let his cheesiest smile slip wide across his face.

The females in the crowd drowned out the men for a full ten seconds, right until the announcer demanded quiet.

The lights finally faded on the stage, plunging him and his other competitors - all five of them, at last! - into darkness. The problem with spotlights... standing under them was uncomfortable.

He took the opportunity to wipe his searing brow free of trickling sweat beads.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, our semi-finalists will now retire to behind stage for the final time! In ten minutes, we'll bring out our competitor's Trainers and owners for their interviews... "

Interviews... always the worst part of the semi-finals. Sho chuckled quietly, imagining his newer rivals nervously grasping the microphone away from Tom. They'd stutter, tugging on their collars, as they talked of world peace, or inspirational parents, or uniting the Regions...

...and in just forty minutes, you'll have the chance to decide this year's finalists!"

II

Valorie sighed silently, noticing the younger competitor approaching just as she turned around from the water cooler. She clenched the paper cup, letting her nails scratch the ridges under the lip; she'd probably have to remember his name...

She hated the planning the staff had done. Why had they left the only water-cooler in the communal area? Why couldn't she have one in her room, so that she didn't have to talk to these people?

Was it Richard? Roger? Reginald? R--

"Heeee-ya, Valorie!", waved the newcomer, his voice breaking into squealing in the first word. She winced, and held back another sigh. "Oh my god, can you believe it?"

"Believe who, Ricardo?", she breathed, nails tapping at the paper cup. She was thirsty, dammit...

He blinked. "It's James- -...and not who, I said believe_it!_"

"Close enough. What am I believing?"

"IT! That we're this far? You know, in the contest?"

"Oh, right. I'd forgot, it was your first time."

Valorie gave the short boy a glance up and down. His shirt, black, was bedecked with pictures of Roxie, the Unova leader, posing like a tool with her bass guitar. His shorts, green, looked comfy and easy to wear. He was hardly the image of style... how the hell had he got this far?

At least he looked less happy than he did when he started talking to her. Thank god for that.

"Right... yeah, Valorie, it really is my first time. Nice to meet you, I guess." The boy sighed; deflated. "Well, uh... um, have you seen Sho?"

She clenched the paper cup, letting it crumple. Water splashed onto the floor.

"Sho? That idiot? He took the remainder of the deli lunch the staff brought us for himself, left it in Beauty's room." She grimaced. "I wouldn't go looking for him. Maybe you can talk to that vacuous idiot after he loses, mm?"

"Woah, Valorie, I didn't know you -"

"Bwaha," chuckled a voice, behind them. "Knew my ears were burning."

"Sho-!", squealed the child, running across the room. Valorie ran a tooth across her lip. If she had to look at that trollop's face, dear Arceus himself, she'd...

"Hi, kid," chuckled Sho's low, smooth voice. "James, wasn't it? Welcome to the semi-finals."

"Gee, thanks, mister! I, um, oh my god... I just- nyeh!" James' nervous chuckling.

Valorie closed her eyes, stepping away from the happy couple. She wasn't quite thirsty any more.

Sho, you monstrosity.

She could still hear their conversation; the kid's _irritating_noise-making, Sho's stupid voice...

"B-but how are you and Beauty? Me and Grind, we're... we're... we're yeah!"

"Oh, she's fine - if a bit on edge. She's fine on the stage, but I caught her licking herself as soon as no one was watching and had to tell her off. Pokemon heat; handling it correctly's a pain."

"Oh god, yeah. It... it's like..."

She rounded the corner of the commune, their voices finally fading into the heavy carpet curtains that roped off the area - and relaxed, opening her eyes at last.

The back hallway that connected all their private rooms was merely functional, eschewing decoration. The wooden slats for flooring were difficult to walk on; unpainted walls were dreary and boring - she sighed, walking towards her chamber. Plebeian designers.

Luckily, she was in Room 1; the very first room in the corridor of five rooms, capped at the end by a fire-exit. Each of the five rooms was protected by a 'door' of silk and beads; graciously, they'd chosen a deep mauve for hers, and she reached in between the strands of her favourite colour to part the divider with a grateful flourish.

"Oh heya, baby! Momma's home-!"

In the middle of the room, curled around a long, fluffy tail, chewing on a tiny Flareon model, was Charles - her shiny Eevee.

His head shot upwards from between his paws, coat glistening in the light of the room - and happily yipped, dropping the toy - tongue lolling from the front of his tiny muzzle. Fluffed up and sparkling with the gemstones she'd tied into individual strands of his fur, the tiny creature pounced onto her legs- churring happily, squeaking, pawing madly at her thighs - -

She scooped the Eevee up, nuzzling the creature's snout with her nose - and, cupping her hands under his slender forearms, hugged him to her chest, grinning down at his face. His ears flopped loosely, his head cocked upwards curiously; she bumped her nose to his once more, and ran a finger just behind his ears, before placing him down on the sofa again, murmuring sweetly.

"Oh baby, oh baby... we'll win this year... I'm going to make you win, darling..."

You deserve this one, pudding... this year will be different-!

Her room... saintly privacy. Shielded from the sun by a silken purple blind, the room was small, but comfortable - a bed, a couch, and a dresser were its only real furnishings, and a thick plush carpet graced the floor, littered with scattered toys strewn across the shag.

She admired the gorgeous shape of Charles' body, proud of his supple tail and those fluffy, twitching ears - before turning sharply on a stilleto heel to face a small, nondescript chest on the dresser, grinning.

Oh yes... this year will be different. I'll really make you win, darlin'...

Bending down slowly, plucking a slim, bronze key from between her breasts, Valorie leant into the couch - hearing slight footfalls of her Eevee's paws against leather as Charles padded to the edge of the sofa, watching, his forepaws on the table at the edge of the lounger.

Watching his owner's hands dive through a trove of paper - photos of his competitors, of their owners, of places and locations seemed to fill the majority - was of limited interest to the eevee. It wasn't long before he started losing interest - and instead turned to investigate a marble ashtray on the table, snuffling around the edges, around the inside -- and recoiled sharply, wincing. Ash!

He sneezed.

"Oh, baby-!", squealed Valorie. "Are you okay? Please don't sneeze... winning is so much more important than sneezing, please! Here..."

She waved leaves of paper to his face, the makeshift fan merely blowing air against his open eyes - before bending to place them softly on the floor.

"There you go..."

Charles twitched his snout, trying to recover, and stared at the papers. Ink and pictures scattered the pages, but the ash in his snout was making his eyes water... auch. He couldn't see them quite well enough to make it out, yet.

"Momma's gotta go soon for her interview, but you know what's in these," she whispered to him, as he looked up at her, eyes watering. Ash sucked! He hated her smoking...

"Don't cry, darling... we'll be back together soon," she cooed, flattening his ears with hefty strokes across the top of his head.

"I go for my interviews... and then you come out, and show off to the crowd. But we'll make sure Beauty can't be... be such a whore. Can't shut you down, not this year... Just... find the right one. We're in a city, anybody will want her... and we know she's in heat, babe, it'll be so easy..."

Punctuating her sentences with hefty rubs of her palms against the top of his head, Charles felt dazed. She wasn't even looking at him; she was gazing up at the walls, daydreaming -- or something!

But an order from the Mistress was an order. He yipped, affirmatively.

"Oh good boy. Goooood boy!", she sang - her two hands cupping around the side of his head, as if to squeeze his head between them both. Gaugh!

Charles wriggled backwards- - - as a sudden sharp set of rapping knocks to the frame at the side of the silk-door of the room distracted his Mistress, making her quickly stand.

"Val, it's Sho-! Time to go. Interviews."

"Ah, fuck...", Valorie whispered. "Baby, you know what to do, don't you?"

The white Eevee quickly nodded, his red eyes glistening.

"Good... well then," she grinned -- and span, barking at the door. "I'll be right there, brickhead!"

The floor creaked outside. "Riiight, Valorie." Sho sounded amused. "Be on time, okay? Not like last year."

Charles winced as his owner huffed - stabbing the carpeted floor with her heel. Pausing momentarily at the dresser to ruffle her own hair back to shape, she strode to the door - and Charles flopped down to the floor, paws quickly shuffling through the papers she had brought him.

Large pictures and simple words made it easy for a smarter Pokemon like himself to understand the simple documents, and he quickly stepped onto each one in turn, spreading the papers around the floor - before walking over them in sequence, gazing at the black-and-white photos adorning the tops of each sheet. A big logo, famous to most of Sinnoh's owned Pokemon, had a hefty presence at the top of each record. And underneath...

Solaceon Day Care

Entry Record; Vulpix (Female). Trainer: SHO (ID 46656)

He padded in circles, feeling the paper crease strangely between his paws and the carpet, crossing each document in turn - and leaned down, plucking one out with his teeth.

The door closed to, as his Mistress finally left. He growled at it - he always felt so dirty when she ruffled his ears like she had - before the tiny Pokemon sat on his hinds for a moment, dropping the paper in front of him and licking a paw. More contentedly groomed, he furiously whipped his head back and forth - flopping his ears from side to side and letting them slap against his cheeks, the air whipped past him, making the fluff of his ears stand up -- _just_how he liked it.

He churred, the rumbling sound rolling through his throat... and got to work.

His wide gaze rolled against each of the four papers as he scoured their details, poking over each item in turn with his small black pawpad. In each one, he crossed off a small mental checklist, the details of her visits revealing themselves...

Details of the length of Beauty's stay - sometimes more than a night, but never longer than a day... The food she preferred - no special information to be gleaned there. Any visits from Sho to check on her? Ah, no, never. Seemed he left her alone...

Sticking his tongue out of his mouth, he clamped toothlessly on the little muscle, wiggling his rump against the floor.

The dates of her visits - always in the same two periods of the year, before and after contest season.

Well, that made sense... preparation and celebration. since this was the semi-finals, a bare week before the end of the contest season, she must be getting pretty needy...

Back to the sheets, there was more useless trivia; how long she spent inside and outside, what she played with, where she slept... he rolled his tongue across his slender teeth, leaning forward to focus on reading the strange materials, scanning them quickly -- and grinned, leering victoriously, as he finally came across the important parts of the leaflets - - the mating records. He quickly shuffled the papers, sliding them into order.

Two years ago... a Houndoom (wow! Is that how she warmed up?), Espeon, Lairon, and a Poochyena. His pawpad pressed against the page, creasing it even more, as he tried to imagine the bitchy Vulpix with a creature the size of a Houndoom.

He laughed, sighed, and slid to the next paper of the four.

One and half years ago; another Poochyena. Or, maybe, it had been the same unlucky one?

And after him, another Poochyena... oh, and a third Poochyena. Well, wow. He slid his paw across the paper, throwing it down to look at the next leaf of the stack.

This time, the record was from last year - after the contest in which he'd come second place. Charles grimaced... before checking out the list. She'd slept with a Nidoran within an hour of arriving - quite impressive. Oh, and surprise, surprise - her second lay had been another damn Poochyena. The white-furred Eevee chittered happily, as he flipped to the last of the four records -- but the pattern was already obvious. Beauty had a weakness for a certain critter.

She liked them big, and she liked them 'yena.

Who would suspect that he, the adorable Eevee, could know anything so sly and personal? How would he ever be suspected if he helped her... enjoy herself? And who would guess that they would be hosting the contest in Lilycove City?

Lilycove... the wild Mightyena capital of the world?

It was almost too perfect. Chittering happily, he rolled to his side, letting his fur splay through the plush carpet of Valorie's room - - lying in the shag, his braying laughter bounced from every corner of the room.

Victory in the bag!

Twenty paces down the corridor, past two more doors - protected by red and green curtains respectively - yellow silk interlaced with thick beads held vigil over Room Four. A small envelope adorned the side, pinned by sticky tack; the recipient's name written in thick, curly writing.

To Sho - and Beauty! <3

He remembered the curly writing fondly; it had been a pleasant surprise.

On the stage, Sho's fingers fondly caressed the small note he'd found inside it - slim, hastily written paper - before sliding it deftly back into his chino pockets. He hadn't recalled anyone passing by his room to place the envelope there - and whoever it was had certainly taken more time preparing the envelope than the message itself - but it was a sweet gesture nontheless, and even after hearing Valorie's poisoned voice, he was in a good mood. The half-crumpled note was short and sweet.

"your number one! seat 26! love, jamie!"

One slight conundrum played on him. Kids today - was it 'your' or 'you're'? "love, jamie" was giving nothing away. Was he number one, or was he Jamie's number one? Might be worth trying to get a phone number after the show...

Still... definitely a sweet gesture.

Putting the thoughts aside for a moment, Sho looked right, tipping his hat. The spotlight was on Rolf at the moment - Room 3's owner, the slender young man in tight jeans and a loose shirt, heavy black bracelets on each wrist. Despite the apparel screaming confidence, the man was fumbling his words - Rolf had always been nervous under pressure; Sho had been aware for a while that it was his Mr Mime that really carried his performance. Without her, in the semi-final interviews, he just seemed like some college freshman on too-big a stage.

No charisma, the young ones.

He chuckled, staring back at the floor - briefly curious; where did Rolf even find a female Mr Mime? - and crinkled the paper message inside his pocket between two fingers, mentally siphoning a chunk of confidence from the paper-leaf.

Jame was next - so young, so exciteable - and he would come after. Valorie was penultimate, and Lisa came last. There were twenty-five more minutes of stage-time interviews... and then Beauty could steal the show.

Easy... so long as she wasn't licking herself again. Daft girl.

III

It was exactly as the noisy, buzzy machine began to make _buzzy_noises that Beauty heard the rustling of half-stealthy paws creeping outside Room 4. Untangling her head from between her legs, tongue still tingling with her own taste, the slender Vulpix unfurled her body cautiously -- rolling onto her side, she tilted her head curiously at the yellow silk-curtains guarding the door.

Sho couldn't come back, he was outside doing funny human things for the other people -- so who was outside?

Her head tilted even further, flopping onto her paws, as she waited for the thing outside the room to come in. Maybe whoever it was would stroke her? That'd feel good.

O-oh! She'd forgotten to listen to the buzzy machine!

o o o

The slender Vulpix squeaked, rolling quickly onto her back - her large ears flopped back against the carpet, as the noisy human machine began to brrrr again.

o o o

buzz, buzz, ding, ding, ding... that meant "ten, ten, one, one, one..."

Beauty winced for a moment, trying to figure it out. Thirty-three minutes -- no, wait_! Twenty_-three minutes. Yes!

She felt proud, and wiggled her fuzzy back against the soft carpet. The carpet felt good too, brushing down between her fur, letting each tail dig between it...

The _buzz_y machine buzzed every so-often, counting down to when she'd have to leave and go walk around in front of all those humans. Sho had taught her how to understand the sounds and vibrations back when she'd first been invited to the competitions; but that said, it made a very loud DING when she needed to leave -- so she didn't really understand why he had told her to listen to it. Sho always seemed to get excited over things she didn't understand -- humans were like that. Humans were weird!

Sure, it was a lot of fun to walk around and do things in front of the humans. They loved it! They made so much noise and cheered her on all the time and it made her feel really really warm inside... but still -- why couldn't humans just enjoy simple things? Like swishing their tails through carpets? She'd seen Sho's tail once before. It was very small! And was on the front! Humans...so strange.

Poomf.

A sudden rush of air was Beauty's only warning before the room went dark, light rushing away before resurging with an artificial wind. A hefty paw thudded into the carpet next to her head -- she squeaked, curling up tightly, as it disappeared--!

Something had leaped over her! She was prey! She was prey..!

...

... she wasn't prey?

She opened one eye, loosening her Defense Curl -- and meekly glanced behind her, eyeballing a creature of black and silver fur, powerful thighs...

Poochyena..?

No - better... she blinked, catching the thought.

She was glued to his physique - and swallowed the feeling rising inside her, rolling over onto her belly quietly to watch.

The ragged mightyena stood on his thighs, slender body exposed as his paws grasped the lip of the room's utilitarian table. The remains of the delicatessen lunch clattered flatly against paper plates as the creature tugged and pulled, huffing - shaking its thighs...

She blinked, staring between his thighs - it wasn't her fault the silvery bulge nestled in the rough fluff was so obvious! - before clenching her eyes shut. She wasn't allowed...

Her eyes soon opened once more, regardless.

The larger, dark-type canine was a beautiful mess to look at. Beneath his belly, exposed from standing up, clumps of fur poked in odd directions. The creature was thin, but hardly wasting away; toned and slim, it clearly looked after itself -- fuck... it was like some maverick dreamboat had just walked through the door.

Acknowledgement came at last as the mightyena met the vulpix with a mere tilt of his head, and a subtle nod - before tugging on the table, dragging the whole thing over. Paper plates and humous and tumbled to the floor; the muted crash of the cheap table was hollow, and trays of sweet, thin-sliced meat of so many varieties flew through the air...

The mightyena leapt backwards, landing on his hinds for just long enough to catch a flying magikarp steak, before dropping to all fours, beaming proudly - grinning smugly at the small Vulpix.

For the first time, Beauty relaxed - her shoulders dropping the tension of her earlier Defense Curl.

Awesome. The vulpix grinned back, patting her two forepaws together as she lay on her belly, tail flicking..

"So graceful!", she squeaked - her higher pitched, sing-song voice full of praise. But the dark-type didn't answer - turning away as he began to chew the steak, wolfing it down with a ravenous pride. It looked tough to swallow.

The vulpix tilted her head - and pushed up with her paws, resting back on her hinds as the mightyena finally slid the thing into the back of its throat, waiting politely -- until the dark-type, apparently finished, leapt at another of the fallen meats - a slide of Miltank shank that lay on the floor, staining the carpet with the sauce it'd been served with.

"You didn't hear?", ventured the 'pix. "That's o-kay, that's okay..."

Gruffly, the 'yena tore into the shank - swallowing a vicious, powerful bite - before finally replying.

"Nope, I heard." Rrrengnhf- another bite.

"I'm just..." Hrrrrngf. "- just hungry. Surprised it doesn't bother you."

The shank disappeared, and the 'yena licked his lips - the slender, canine tongue wrapping around the rough curvature of his snout, as his gaze fixed right on the vulpix, judging.

"I mean, you look like a prissy little thing. Scared I'm going to eat you too?"

A jolt shot through the Vulpix - - a thrill! She was alone with a powerful, wild presence...

"N-no... you would not hurt a fly, could you?", joked the six-tailed 'pix.

The mightyena paused, resting back on his thighs for a second - before standing back on all fours, and stepping forwards. Predatory half-steps stole him closer, and closer... adrenaline surged through the Vulpix's body. This was awesome!

As the 'yena stepped closer, his scent seemed stronger. It was city-filled; street fayre, urban heat - but there was a distant sense of jungle-born musk that seemed to emanate from his whole, massive, powerful body. The dark-type was twice her size, overwhelming in fitness, unkempt, ragged... wild...

It wasn't until the Mightyena's snout poked right against his cheeks that the Vulpix finally caved in, stepping backwards quickly -- a blush flaring up through her cheeks in embarrassment. Arceus...

As soon as she stepped away, the Mightyena froze - only his eyes glued to hers, the wolf's red irises meeting the vulpine's own amber...

... and laughed heartily.

"The Eevee wasn't joking; you really are a cute young thing, aren't ya'?" Guttural _ruff-ruff_s of mirth ran gruffly through his throat, standing back and arcing his head away.

She swallowed once more, eyeballing his furry neck - the powerful shoulders and chest...

"Nah, I'm not gonna eat ya'," he continued - glancing down at her (she shuddered; what was that feeling?) with a half-charming smirk - as he rested fully back onto his hindquarters, raising one forepaw from the floor. "But the Eevee said you'd groom the first wild critter to see ya'."

"G-groom..?", she stammered. Her head tilted - an ear flopped sideways, and her tails grazed the carpet uncertainly. "That isn't part of the show... and, what Eevee?"

"Hm?"

"Huh?" Her head tilted even further, causing her other ear to flop down over her forehead. She batted it out of the way of her eye, looking back up at the mightyena.

"Whad'ya mean, what Eevee? Your friend the Eevee? Said you like grooming...?" The mightyena's paw wavered uncertaintly - and she gulped, watching a flicker of annoyance brush over his brow. "This is a grooming parlour, right?"

Maybe it wasn't so smart to ask questions? She prided herself on acting smart...

"I... I don't know an Eevee..." she repeated uncertainly. "But grooming happens here, and they make us walk around in front of lots and lots of h-"

"See-?", interrupted the canine. "So, you can groom me. Go on-"

o o

"The fuck is that?", growled the canine. "'Buzz, ding-ding'?"

"I-it tells time...", she stuttered meekly.

o o

"S'a fucking annoyance," he hissed. "Does it stop?"

She bit her lip. He was so big and strong and ... god, so much _better_than those Poochyenas - she couldn't let him get annoyed! He'd leave! She didn't have much time, but...

"Y-yes! It's over," she half-cooed, flustered, and stepped forward -- bumping her snout against his still-hanging paw. "Don't go..."

He turned round, relaxing - and looked down at the smaller critter before him, her strange enthusiasm amusing. 'Don't go'? What a weird Vulpix. The Eevee was right... she was going to be_eaaasy_.

He lowered his paw once more, mock-daintily holding it in front of her - as her forepaws reached up to grasp it between her much smaller ones.

"You can start from ther-"

The vulpix tugged on the black-furred paw, her tongue happily rolling through the messy fur cresting the top of it. The ragged fur became smooth quickly; her fast licking much more suited to areas less delicate.

"Asch-!", he gasped, almost tugging the paw away. "Easy, girl..."

"S-sorry...", she whispered. "I... I can do better!"

In reality, the vulpix couldn't easily resist. There was something about his scent, lightly touching the air, that she needed more of - some strange, bizarre _male_ness. Leaning back, she raised the canine's paw - eying the soft black pawpad underneath, before placing her lips against the thin, half-revealed claw at the tip of the first digit - and suckling lightly at the tip of each digit in turn.

The Mightyena's paw was the flavour of the very scent she sought out; his scent was on her tongue now, but it wasn't enough. With each new sense, she needed to experience more - where was that scent coming from?

Her slender muzzle pressed against his paw once more, tongue slipping between the canine's digits - her nose snuffled against his cleaned paw. More, more...

She tugged the paw down lower - and began to nose against his fore-thigh. The taste of his scent rolled across her tongue - and seeking out the source, she dropped the paw completely, unashamedly nuzzling against his belly; along the inside of his leg...

"Oh, moving on? Whatever...", the mightyena muttered, watching.

She quivered, feeling her forearms shaking. There... no, there was no way she could go out in front of the humans like this. Something_was driving her onwards; the mightyena was _godly, and she couldn't correct her shaking balance - what was wrong with her?

Beauty stepped alongside the canine, brushing her body against his side, and nosed against his hind leg -- yes! the scent was stronger here -- as he picked himself up onto all fours, standing impressively above her.

She brushed her snout against his thighs, nuzzling into the crease between his groin and leg, letting her sensitive nose run through the thick, lupine fur... experiencing that scent of feral reality, the deep musk - the wild, the city, testosterone and sex...

F-fuck...

The heat inside her broiled. It had been so long since she'd been... since she'd been bred...

This close to him, she could feel his panting breaths in the way his body moved against the top of her head, belly rising and falling, the pressure against her ears. She swallowed - - a gulping breath, half for courage, and half for just a little more of the scent that was driving her head crazy-! - lowering her tails...

... and swept her hind legs underneath him, tucking her body under his completely -- letting the bulge of his warm sheath fall bluntly atop her head, her folded-back ears straddling the bulge - yes, the scent was so much headier here..! The creature's musk was saccharine, addictive; better still, she knew exactly where it was coming from -- she could see the male's sac, tight and purt, half-dangling right in front of her cross-eyed snout.

Oh god, she needed him right now.

"Arceus, girl. You're more... ah, investigative than I thought..."

She swallowed once more, snout pushing against the half-hanging furred pouch in front of her - memories more than a year old surfaced of the time that the Poochyena at the 'day-care' had bred her from the 'wrong' side. It was the same, feral scent...

"... or maybe you've just been going for what you wanted all along, hmm...", chuckled the 'yena - his throaty growl accompanying a teasing tug of hips - rewarded by the amusing feeling of his sac bumping against her ears, sheath grinding against her fur.Good girl...

She closed her eyes, remembering the hips pushing against her snout - the invasion...

Her mouth hung half open, slender tongue resting against her teeth; it was hard to focus, and adrenaline made her breathing ragged_. Shit_... Well...

At least, if she did this quickly, she could still find time to re-groom her fur before going on stage... right?

Right...

She swallowed once more, pride falling away from her - as she fell deeply into the carnal need searing inside her; the female lust, the itch that even her banned tongue could never quite scratch.

"B-breed me.", she whimpered.

"Wha-?" the Mightyena chuckled. "Oh, shit, hah..." , his head half-turning, unwilling to move the Pokemon from underneath him.

Knew it; she'd wanted it all along. The Eevee hadn't been joking -- she was an easy lay indeed.

Still, shit, he was more than happy to oblige. But there was no way he could fuck her from there, she was the wrong way aro-

"Please..."

The feeling of her warm, furred head retreated from underneath his bulge as, suddenly, he felt the tip of his sheath stretch around her tongue, poking inside him. Surprised, his hips bucked forwards- - her tails and rump suddenly appearing between his forepaws as he looked down, the tip of her snout sealing around the head of his bulge, and starting to envelope the shaft that, swelling, was already ekeing out of him.

He grinned. Quick worker.

Arcing his back, he slipped a paw against the young girl's rump - and shunted her further underneath him, pushing her lips onto his growing shaft. The feeling-! She sunk onto him, the warmth of her maw enveloping his quickly-swelling shaft; he knew the constant spurts of pre would have begun, and imagined filling her muzzle with the stuff --

He felt her swallow beneath her, the movements of her mouth making his thighs shudder once more - her rump ground against his paw, but he kept her pressed against him, and found himself rewarded by the caress of her vulpine tongue, wrapping around his length. Instinct worked against the carnal part of his mind, grinding against his consciousness - just like her cheeks were rocking back and forth against his paw - slick shaft still seeping silently from his retreating sheath.

Oh, he was going to have fun with her, and the complicit little bitch was going to love it.

Down below, the girl clenched her eyes shut - filling her sight with darkness, and letting her other senses suffuse her. The scent! The complex, incredible smell; the taste of the spurting canine and shaft...

... the size was surprising! With the 'yena's paw pressing against her behind - hefty, thick digits grinding against the triangular lips of her sex - her nose kept bumping against the swollen head of his sheath, the silver bulge hiding his final secret --

The mightyena's knot suddenly popped from his sheath, the thick, pink bulge jutting into her snout - an erratic jerk from his thighs pumped the bulge against her maw, almost sinking the swollen half-sphere past her lips, forcing her to gag -- his triangular head had ground right past her tongue, shoved suddenly into her throat; it was far too large.

Beauty jerked backwards - surprising the wolf above her, who suddenly had a view of her wiggling rump emerging from between his legs.

His smile grew wider, carnal interests rolling in his mind - and grabbed a clump of her tails with his paw, dragging her backwards through the carpet to face him, revelling in her surprised squeaks; a mixture of laughter and growling rumbling through his throat as he appreciated the site of the Vulpix now flopped in front of him, her glassy eyes staring up at his.

The vulpix, so perfectly groomed before, was a total mess; a spurt of pre had lanced across her right cheek - another had passed over the top of her snout, narrowly missing an eye. Her sweetly-groomed head-fur had become ragged and fluffy; an ear was cocked oddly, her tails was ragged from where he'd grabbed her, and the pleading look on her face... demanded more.

He licked his lips.

"Too much for ya', sweet-thing?", he joked, condescending; she was panting, and he could see her forepaws shaking as she picked herself up onto all fours - slowly. Cute.

As she picked herself up, he wondered if she knew how she looked.

"No...", she whispered. "Just..."

The need was firing inside her. How much time did she have left?

The itch was so harsh... there wasn't anything she could do. She couldn't go out on stage feeling like this! Steeling her nerves - regret already chirping away in her head - she turned around; wiggling her tails - and stretched out her forepaws slowly, angling her behind upwards - and raised her tails high.

The mightyena got the message quickly.

His left paw - the one she'd cleaned - suddenly hit the floor in between her forepaws; a pressure against her back told her exactly where his right paw was. Shunting forwards, the dog's hinds tucked against her hips; the warmth of a heavy shaft leant against her rump, digging through her tails; pre smeared against her backside, dribbling down her rump.

The need...

She raised her rump higher, grinding herself against his length -- teasing out a growl from the dark-type as he slowly rolled himself backwards, his shaft trailing through her roughened, soft tails.

Experience helped the mightyena find the spot quite quickly and as the triangular tip rested against her lips, for one brief moment, the tension of her sealed entrance held up against the pressure of his spear-head, pre-slicked triangular tip...

And, suddenly, he delved inside her; an easy display of strength. The bitch was his -- the first moment was always the best!

Beauty gasped, the need inside her flaring, as she felt herself stretch around him.

The mightyena grunted His paw slid up her back, claws digging roughly through her groomed fur... her small size made it difficult, but he was in! Now it was time to have his fun with her...

He leant forwards, his forepaws grappling the carpet in front of her own body. His head hung above hers - - his buried shaft tugging the creature below him upwards until she was almost hanging off the ground, balancing on the tips of her paws; he felt his knot tap against her rump, rubbing against her tails.

She'd hilted the thing with ease.

He grunted again, pulling his hips backwards; she mewled into the carpet as he pulled away from her. In the depths of a half-feral consciousness, the canine growled; she really was needy.

In a haze, he began to pump against her, drilling inside her body - knot _flutt_ing against her rump, the slick tightness drawing strange sounds from the depths of her walls; his hinds edged forwards hump by hump; she mewled once more, kneading the carpet with her paws, rocking back and forth with him.

Each second was a sharp intake of breath, a mewl; a shlick, a sound, a thrust!

She needed time to adjust to his size; he could feel her wriggling beneath him, trembling - but begged for more through sounds without words, rump raising higher each time he shunted her down with the force of his weight.

His hinds finally met hers once more, allowing him to go at his full pace - the canine growling as he leant down, maw sealing around her slender neck.

"Beg for it!", he grunted, muffled by the Vulpix's fluff.

"P-please..."

Shlicks, pants; the sounds of rough grunts and the scent of sex filled the room. Minutes passed; Beauty was lost in her own heat; the pats of the mightyena's knot sealing against her again and again was the rhythm of her own ecstasy.

More...

o o

"Oh... oh, shit- no!", whimpered the fire-type.

o o

The mightyena pushed his weight forward, barely even registering the vibrating clock -- pressing the vulpix even deeper into the carpet, leaving the vulpix's forepaws shaking, barely able to keep his weight up.

"Got somewhere better to be-" -- his knot ground between the sly bulge of the fire-type's lips, pushing against her, demanding entry... "-short-stuff?"

The growl rippled through his throat, teeth still nicking through the vulpix's furred neck - the low, pleasured moan of the captive fire-type giving him his answer.

"Yeah... damn straight you don't."

"I...", she whimpered. It.. she.. stage!

His hips bucked once more, an erratic beat in the constant thrusting rhythm of the mightyena's feral breeding; she moaned, losing her thoughts once more. His thighs were drilling, grinding against the outside of the vulpix's own; the sound of panting breaths were marred by the flut and pat of the silver-furred sac of the yena bumping against the weakly quivering rump of the whining fire-type beneath him just a bit louder, a bit harder, a bit faster. All of it was enough - all thoughts of the stage, of the humans, of Sho, fell away from her mind -- replaced by the immediate, by the all-blanking bliss of the size inside her.

"Haa_aaa..._"

"Thassit...", grunted the Mightyena, whispering to nobody. "Whine for it..."

Paws teased against the young kitsune's shoulders, before gripping - claws grazing flesh as the mightyena pushed, harshly - tugging the vulpix against him, thrusting his hips forward -- the thick base of his shaft grinding against the slickened entrance of the creature beneath him; the mightyena's half-feral mind seeking out just one more of that vulpix's amazing little breathless whimpers, one more little hint of her total submission... he was her alpha!

And she was going to know it-!

The mightyena yanked his half-buried knot right back out of the creature beneath him - - paused - - and slammed himself inside, burying the round knot between the vulpix's lips - her entrance finally swallowing that final thickness, his weight shunting her down into the floor; her hinds almost collapsing, muzzle squashed against the floor - heat, ecstasy, the searing pleasure of the tie rushing through the vulpix's body -

• she squealed into the carpet.

"F-fuck..!" The mightyena yowled.

O!

DING

"Ar..Arceus, no...", she mewled. With a face full of carpet, and a body full of knot, this was... was the worst timing!

O!

DING

She still looked pretty, right?

O!

DING

She'd only been grooming the doggie... she wiggled her thighs; the knot was stuck fast. She needed to go!

O!

DING

It had only just sunk in... she could pull off it, yeah! Wiggling her thighs, just like that... it'd be... easy...

She pulled and struggled, whimpering into the floor - and grasped the carpet with her forepaws, tugging herself forwards; the knot_hurt_, but she could... she could!

"Ach! Jeesh, girl, give me a second -- hot damn, ow! Fuck!"

O!

DING

She neeeeeeded to go...

Exeunt

He was grinning too much; someone was probably going to notice.

Sho wrapped his arm a little tighter around the boy's side - swinging his other around as the kid looked up at him, his left hand holding his fedora upside-down -- half-filled with popcorn.

"Want some more? Show's nearly starting!" he laughed.

The lights were already dimming; soon, the spotlights would hit the stage.

He was in a good mood! Not only was Beauty totally prepared for the show - he'd treated the girl to Clamperl ointment just last night, dammit - but Jamie, his 'number one', had turned out to be his_favourite_ type of fan... a younger kid. He looked fourteen at most. Perfect.

And the kid was all over his popcorn... he seemed to be looking forward to his tour backstage.

Of course, grinned Sho, that would come after she wins.

Suddenly, the spotlights snapped on - dousing the stage in light, leaving the audience in darkness; placards calling for_APPLAUSE_ and _CHEER_ing dropped down from the lights above, and the cameras swung around to face the audience --

-- dutifully, the crowd began to roar! Energy coarsed through the stands; Sho felt shuffling, and watched the boy beside him stand, cheering... and laughed in his seat, taking a fistful of popcorn and chewing on it. The passion of youth - the kid's face was alive. He loved it!

The music began to play now - it was a remix of "A Forest Stroll", an imported hit from Unova. Heavy synth and guitar marred the intro; the beats were heavy, signalling the start of the show.

Let the games begin! Sho chuckled, taking another mouthful of popcorn from his fedora.

First out on stage was Rolf's Mr. Mime. No surprises there; Beauty was fourth, and while he didn't really care about the order of the other Pokemon, somehow Rolf had got the short straw every single time so far. First, first, first.

The girl danced and twirled to the mostly-female roar of her supporters; her unstable body was surprisingly graceful, and the 'doll'ish creature was fashionable this year. She strutted on the stage; then, finally, graced the catwalk. Twenty steps to the end - and twenty steps back to the stage.

Sho wasn't really watching the stage; he was just watching Jamie's behind wiggle as he jumped and shouted. Each Pokemon only got a minute or so on the stage to show off - which, frankly, made Sho feel the whole thing was overhyped - but if that was all the time he could get to scout the kid's goods, all the better. He'd probably steal a better look later.

Next up was James' Klink; how the hell him and his Pokemon 'Grind' had got this far, Sho couldn't guess. The Steel-type seemed barely worth a mention, and Sho focused on Jamie - and his popcorn - instead.

Next up; Valorie's Eevee - Charles, the competition's only Shiny entry. The white thing was extraordinarily cute, and his bright red eyes had wooed basically the entire female half of the crowd.

Sho chuckled. The critter had come second place in the finals last year; Beauty had trounced the competition in a 1v1 dance-off. It was interesting that this time, in the semi-finals, she would be coming out right after Charles.

The music was pumping up louder; the remix was more dramatic in the midriff, and the roar of the crowd was going wild. A perfect time for Beauty to make her entry.

... eh?

Sho stood up sharply - popcorn knocking onto the floor - as Lisa's Illumise fluttered onto the stage. Jamie looked up at him; the kid was quiet, though the roar of the crowd still came close to drowning out the music. Being right next to him, he heard the child's disappointment.

"But I thought Beauty was next, right?" he whined. "You said so!"

"Must've been mistaken, kid. No worries. She's next," muttered Sho. "I'm sure of it."

I'll kick that Vulpix's butt...

He sat down, swallowing a huff - he didn't want to scare the kid. But... Arceus dammit. Beauty'd missed her slot; she'd have to go last. And now, he was out of popcorn... the stupid girl.

The Illumise left the stage; it'd be her turn now.

The cameras rolled, facing an empty stage - expectant.

The music kept playing; beat after beat, second after second. Dramatic and ferocious guitar roared over the dying sound of a lulling crowd, playing to the anticipation of nobody.

Sho stood once again - suddenly nervous, squeezing Jamie's shoulder with a reassuring hand.

"Sho?", whispered the child.

"S'all part of the show, kid." His voice didn't waver an inch - - but there was sweat on his brow.

The crowd was silent by now; the placards asking for cheering and applause began to flash - then stopped, as if giving up.

Suddenly, the stage-curtains fluttered - and a Vulpix's snout poked between them. Beauty dashed out onto the stage.

Sho's jaw dropped.

Her fur was a mess - ragged, sticky; fluffed up where it had been groomed tightly an hour ago. Her tails jutted at weird angles, the long fur unkempt. She was walking oddly - wobbling from side to side, like an intoxicated fiend hobbling along the street.

She blinked in the spotlights, confused; with each dazed step along the stage, she left a trail of drips. Clumps of fur were matted and slick.

She was leaking... Oh, shit.

Sho sighed, his eyes shut, heart sinking.

Here it comes.

It started at the front; some male teenager laughed. Then the ripple exploded through the crowd; a dozen hundred cries in sync, worse than any jeer or cry.

Sho dashed from Jamie's side, running into the aisle -- fuck the easy, youthful rump he could've got; his Pokemon needed him! -- powering towards the stage.

Beauty stepped backwards, frightened, ragged ears perked upwards -- and stumbled in the trail of leaking seed she'd left behind.

The laughter!

"BEAUTY!" Someone called. Was it Sho? She needed Sho...

She fell backwards, her tiny squeak lost in a sea of derision - hind legs spread, her lips were puffy and gaping, with matted fur all around. Sho leapt up onto the stage - his fedora fell off his head, tumbling to the floor; he didn't care -

The first stunning flash of a camera exploded.

Then, amidst the laughter, a dozen more _flash_es a second.

Sho scooped up his Pokemon, something slick smearing his hands; he'd wash them later, they needed to leave now!

"It's alright, baby--"

Laughter.

The edge of the stage was so far away; heavy padding footsteps trod through the leaking slime Beauty had left behind. Cameras followed the pair the whole way; as the curtain fell behind them, the escape was little relief.

Sho burst into the communal area, glancing left and right for the fire exit. His face was flushed; he was numb now, but the consequences were already rolling through his mind. So many cameras - - and he could still hear the laughter.

He looked down at his Vulpix - she was comatose, ragged paws tucked under her chin. The expression on her face was frozen in place; it screamed one question at him.

Laughter... did I ruin it all?

Now he remembered... he could find the fire-escape on the other side of the corridor where the Rooms were...

"Babe, it's okay, it's okay," he whispered, hugging Beauty to his chest. Something smeared against his shirt; he didn't care, pressing her ears even tighter to him.

So much laughter. She could focus on his heartbeat instead.

"... just a contest..."

He cradled her closer, something dripping across his legs -- he rushed past the drinking water fountain, reaching to pull apart the curtains that lead to the Room corridor, their exit-

"... nearly out of here..."

As he rounded the corner, he felt his heart sink even more.

Valorie leant quietly against the wall, a knowing smile on her lips.

By her feet, Charles sat on his hinds - his tilted head, ears cocked... eyes glowing with humour.

"Fuck you," Sho said flatly, running past them. "F-fuck you both!"

The audience's mirth was no quieter - the crowd in the stadium behind was still roaring.

The sound of an eevee's laughter was even closer.

His vulpix shed her first tear.