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Servants of Fire for SilverFox442 by Draconicon

Mary sighed as she stepped out of the limousine, stretching her arms above her head until her back popped. Letting out a happy groan, she waved at the driver, picked up her spoils, and headed towards the family mansion.

"Home sweet home."

She shook her head at the big house, taking in the size of it after being away for a few months. The family business often kept them away from the place, leaving it empty save for the staff and -

The rumbling underfoot was the only warning she got. Mary whipped around just in time to see the black and orange blur of her pet Arcanine shooting across the grounds, and she barely had enough time to throw her arms up as he leaped at her. His weight - bigger than a horse, nearly - was more than enough to throw her to the ground, and it was only his gentleness that kept her from being crushed as he pinned her down and licked her face.

"Gah! Archie! Get off of me!"

Flailing around until her pokemon got off of her, Mary dragged herself out from underneath him. Dusting herself off, she patted him on the head, shaking hers with a chuckle.

"Missed me that much, huh?"

"Arc!"

"Heh." She scratched under his chin. "Well, thanks for the welcome, but I gotta get some stuff put away first. I'll see you tonight, and we'll play fetch for a while, huh?"

The big fiery dog nodded, and padded off to another part of the grounds. Mary waited until he was out of sight before shaking her head.

"Big dumb lug..."

It didn't take long for her to settle back in her room. She hadn't brought much with her to the dig sites, and the butler and staff had taken most of the rest of the luggage inside for her while she was dealing with Archie. The suitcases were lined up by her dresser and her closet, while the important things were spread out on her desk.

Mary ran her fingers along the old picture writing, tracing out the old words and translating them in her head as she went along. She had always had a love of history, of the way that humans and pokemon had been working together for years, and finding bits of history like this was the best way to fill in the gaps in humanity's knowledge. After all, they worked with pokemon all the time; shouldn't they know the history?

Of course, most histories weren't like this. Mary was rather surprised to read that this particular society had been all about humanity serving pokemon, a startling shift from the equality or the service of pokemon to humans that had been in the other historical digs she'd been part of. She followed the story, translating more and more of it as she tried to discover the source of it.

Before long, she was blushing, as the term 'service' began to take on a whole new meaning in the text. Tempted to put it aside, Mary continued reading. For the sake of academia, she told herself, though she tried to ignore the slight heat she felt between her legs as she continued.

Unlike almost any other historian, this one seemed to take great delight in describing the acts of 'service' in great detail. Mary read of humans that subjected themselves to the great horses of the pokemon world, laying beneath them and offering mouths and...other things...to keep them satisfied before they could be ridden. She read through stories of kings and queens giving of...of themselves...to the least of the pokemon that worked with the city. Even workers, such as the Machops and Machokes, were allowed to make use of their bodies.

Mary barely realized it, but she was soaking wet. She blushed horribly as she reached down and felt just how slick she was as her finger slipped between her legs. She wanted to stop, but the text was so intriguing, she had to read more.

Soon, the explicit nature of the 'history' became little more than written porn. Mary's finger was joined by a second inside of her as she read of dog-tenders bending over to be mated by Growlithes, and of priestesses and princesses doing the same for the great Arcanines. She was drawn to the descriptions, blushing as she dragged her free hand over the text, translating it aloud for her own benefit.

"And so the princess of the land lowered herself beneath the great Arcanine, her mouth attending to his sheath and worshiping him, as was proper. Her tongue slid within it, and guided out the massive shaft that would soon be...be splitting her...mmmph...open. He hunched forward, reminding humanity once more of the superiority...superiority of pokemon kind...and filled her mouth and throat...as he would soon fill...her sex..."

She was panting hard, her fingers drenched with her own juices as she continued to finger herself to the idea of going through the princess' trial. It was as intense and potent a sexual experience as she could imagine. It was still...still kind of wrong, but the more she read, the more it sounded so right. Pokemon did so much for humanity, after all; it wouldn't be a terrible thing if they did something for them.

And really, she -

She blushed as she realized that Archie was still waiting for her outside. Mary knew that she promised she'd play fetch with him, but now...well, now she had something else, something much better, that she could do for him.

Mary could hardly believe she was doing this, but there was something about the way the historian described this that she couldn't resist. The idea of serving a pokemon rather than being served by them was too wonderful to put aside, and Archie, as an Arcanine, was definitely deserving of service.

She stepped into his dog house - which was a miniature manor in and of itself - and stripped off her clothes, leaving them at the front door before going deeper inside. Nobody else would likely come around - her father and mother were out at separate digs, and nobody else ever visited Archie - but she locked the door behind her anyway, just to be safe.

It didn't take long to find the rambunctious Arcanine. He was bounding around his training room, leaping over obstacles and ducking under dangers. Each time, he moved through it faster and faster, until he was barely more than a blur. He was excellence in motion, beyond any human quality.

Yet, she loved it when he slowed, because she could see the thing she normally avoided. His black-furred sheath hung from between his hind legs, and Mary shuddered in anticipation as she saw how huge, fat, and thick it was. Nothing could be seen of its hidden occupant just yet, but it was only a matter of time, she knew. Soon, he'd smell her, and then...well, then she'd get what she wanted.

Mary walked out onto the training floor, feeling her juices running down her legs in anticipation. She had barely put one foot down on the mat when Archie turned to face her, the Arcanine barking happily as he turned to her. He ran across the floor and came to a stop in front of her, licking her cheek before sniffing the air.

As soon as she saw the tip of his cock slip free, she went on all fours, crawling under him and putting her hand on his cock. She jumped a bit in response, but not enough to get away. Instead, he seemed to immediately understand what she wanted, and pushed his hips forward. The simple motion, combined with her hand on his sheath, pushed his cock completely free. The smell of his musk, the scent of his cock, left her head spinning as she opened her mouth.

He humped again, and this time, his cock went right into her mouth. He barked in shock above her, but she didn't care. She had an Arcanine's cock - holy Arcanine's cock - in her mouth, and she moaned around it as she sucked and licked the throbbing length. It oozed in her mouth, covering her tongue with his pre as it got harder and harder, and Mary moaned around it as she forced her head further and further down the length.

It was a lot harder than it looked in the histories, she had to admit. The thick shaft was absolutely massive in length and width, and she started gagging at barely more than the tip as it stretched her jaws and her throat to their fullest capacity. Her face actually ached from the sting of stretching her jaws around the shaft, but there was something to it that forced her to keep trying. She needed to take the full thing before she could 'earn' it somewhere else, and she wanted it somewhere else more than she wanted to admit.

Though, then again, she'd never wanted -

The past didn't matter. What mattered was the now, and she wanted that cock between her legs, having Archie on her and mounting her. Mary forced her head down, even as she gagged around the length. It throbbed down her throat, and she was forced to constantly swallow to even have a chance to breathe around it. It didn't matter. The difficulty, the discomfort, the utter size difference; none of it mattered, if it would just get her what she wanted.

It took her almost three minutes to get to the base, but as she felt her lips press to the opening of Archie's sheath, she grinned. It was nothing short of a battlefield victory, even if she was left hacking and coughing after she pulled her head off of that thick cock.

She wasted no time, rolling around and presenting her ass to the big dog pokemon. Looking over her shoulder, Mary smiled.

"Please, great Archie, fuck me hard."

Her Arcanine had never been more than playfully aggressive, and even then, only in a way that served to knock her down so he could lick her and shower her with affection. Now, though, it was like something had been awakened. Something hungry, something...feral. Something big.

He pounced on her, and Mary moaned as her sex was just about split apart as he rammed inside of her. The feeling of the pokemon's cock was something completely different, bigger, better than anything she'd imagined as a human, and definitely bigger than any toy that she'd ever used. It was smoother, for one, and far slicker as it plunged to her depths faster than she could have done with anyone else.

He fucked her hard, pounding her right into the ground with his furious thrusts, and she could do nothing but ride it out. Her fingers scraped against the training mats, and her pussy gushed with the constant need his cock awoke in her. Each thrust from him came with a knock at her pussy, his knot growing bigger and bigger. She remembered from the histories that not all could take an Arcanine's knot, but she didn't care. She wanted to try.

With a deep moan, she shoved herself back against the knot on his next thrust -

"AHHHHH!"

As she yelped and he howled, the knot popped into her. It was huge, feeling like her fist or something even bigger had popped into her. The feeling of his warm cum pouring into her, squelching around inside, was almost overpowered by that splitting, locking sensation of his cock inside of her, knotting her to him.

She collapsed, her bottom half suspended from the ground by his knot inside of her. Mary didn't even fight as she was dragged around as he walked off, pulled behind him. All she could think of was how good it felt to be filled.

I gotta...gotta serve him more often...

The End