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Sanctuary	By : Mizor4 Category: +M through R > Pokemon Views: 6718 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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"You know we can't pay you overtime. Go home, Ani," Leah, the senior caretaker and Ani's boss, was the only other staff member who still lingered after the sanctuary officially closed. Her tone didn't contain a hint of disapproval though, more like a mother explaining something simple to a belligerent child.
Ani smiled. "I just wanted to get started on the east fence."
"It's been overgrown for three months. It can wait until tomorrow, or next week." Leah sighed, likely noticing her words falling on deaf ears. "Lock up when you leave," she said, defeated. "And don't burn yourself out in the first two weeks. We have you for another three months."
"See you tomorrow!" Ani practically bounced, even after a full day working. She hadn't been entirely sure Leah would let her stay.
Leah waved a hand over her shoulder and left without another word. Ani locked the front door just in case, then head out back towards the enclosed section of the sanctuary.
Zoroark waited for her as he usually did in the morning, his long fiery mane wrapped neatly around him on the small pallet of dusty blankets he lay upon. He waited for any of the caretakers really, but Ani liked to imagine he hoped for her in particular.
Blind, milky eyes peered up at her, but Zoroark rose gracefully, his long claws easily finding her shoulders, then his full weight bore her against the wall. His rough tongue lapped excitedly at her face, leaving no room for her to wiggle away.
Ani laughed, barely able to speak. "Easy! I was only gone a few minutes." She playfully pressed a hand to his chest but not in any real attempt to push him away, instead letting her fingers curl into his thick black fur.
After a few more licks, Zoroark nuzzled against her, rubbing the length of his scarred muzzle up her face. Ani had started arriving to work earlier to enjoy Zoroark's affectionate greeting before the others had the chance. Nothing made someone feel more appreciated. Ani scratched the top of his head just behind his large pointed ears.
"I was going to work on clearing some brush. Want to come along?" she asked.
Zoroark finally relented, giving her enough space to stand. He nodded eagerly. Ani gave the back of his head a few more scratches before taking one of his large clawed paws in her hand. Zoroark usually had no problem following people around, but Ani helped guide him anyway, only pausing briefly to pickup a bucket with tools she prepared earlier. She kept to an easy stroll to let Zoroark pick his way carefully across the mostly even ground.
A modest wooden fence surrounded the entire property, more of a marker than any kind of deterrent, only about four feet tall. Luckily they never had any incidents that required a more robust barrier. Thick brush managed to overgrow this area of the fence, and if left long enough, the increased shade and moisture would rot away the wood. Unfortunately, it appeared a not insignificant portion of the brush guarded itself with cruel-looking thorns, probably why the task had gone unattended as long as it had. Ani, in her desire to impress her new employers, volunteered. She sighed.
Ani led Zoroark to a thick patch of grass where he could be close without risking getting any of the thickets tangled up in his fur or mane. She took a brief moment to kneel at his side and give his chin a good rub. He growled appreciatively and curled up on the grass, pulling his mane close around him. He didn't look towards her, but his ears swiveled to follow her her footsteps.
Ani donned the worn gray gloves and attacked the brush with stubby curved hedge shears, starting with the thicker branches. At least the air had cooled from earlier in the afternoon, but a sheen of sweat quickly shimmered across her skin. It was slow work, and any complacency earned her a shallow scratch or three. Among the thorns, Ani noticed a small creeper of sweetvine curled along one of the fence posts. She clipped a foot-long length of it.
Zoroark's chin lifted from the ground at the first step Ani took towards him.
"Got something for you!" She offered the small cutting for Zoroark's inspection.
He sniffed once and snatched the end with his teeth, using one of his large paws to help wrangle the length of vine between carnivorous fangs. No matter how Zoroark moved, his long mane never seemed to get in his way, and he rolled onto his back to chomp at the plant.
The plant didn't actually contain much sugar, but pokemon liked to chew on it for the sweet sap inside, and as a benefit it helped clean their teeth a bit. Ani smiled at his carefree antics, snapping and wriggling in the grass with his small treat as if it were fighting back. She almost sat with him, enjoying the moment of rest, but she really should at least clear away the small pile of brush she created. She also set aside a few cuttings of the vine. Maybe they would take root back near the sanctuary's main building.
At last, Ani removed the heavy gloves and placed everything back into her bucket. Zoroark apparently noticed, as he sat up, his sightless eyes watching patiently for her. She went and took a seat at his left, sighing at the chance to sit for a moment. Zoroark turned to lick at her salty skin, tongue rough against her neck.
"Don't, I'm all gross!" Ani laughed and she placed a hand against the back of his head, cradling him a moment while he tickled her throat before pulling him off. It had felt kind of nice in a weird sort of way, and affectionate at the very least.
Furrowed ridges mussed the fur along Zoroark's muzzle from long thin scars running down the length of his snout. It looked like he had his face too close to something that exploded, peppering him with shrapnel, but none of the caretakers knew what happened to him exactly. She gently ran a finger along one of the larger scars.
"Does it hurt?" she asked softly.
Zoroark held still for the brief inspection, then shook his head. His nose drifted after her fingers when she drew away, so she continued to scratch under his chin and along his narrow neck. He rumbled happily, pushing against her hand.
"Does it get lonely here at night?"
Zoroark didn't reply, but many of the pokemon with more sever injuries, those who could never leave the sanctuary, acted skittish around other pokemon, rarely socializing. Many studies documented the issue. Towards humans, however, Ani had never met more friendly pokemon.
Early evening shadows stretched long across the grassy field. Ani ignored the time. She pressed Zoroark gently backwards, and he eagerly stretched out his lean belly, which Ani vigorously rubbed, his slate fur silky soft compared to the heavy gloves she spent the last hour in.
The other caretakers said he never even attempted to make illusions any more. A cruel injury, and to such a sweet pokemon. His tongue lolled happily, a light rumble playing from his chest, like a kittens purr only more constant, deeper. One of his paws found her side, as if to reassure himself of her presence.
Her fingers dug more firmly to massage his toned abdomen. Even among the pokemon breeders she trained with, few discussed the more delicate issues surrounding pokemon health, at least so openly. He didn't even have a training regimen to occupy his time and energy. Did he get frustrated here, with only other humans?
Ani flushed slightly, but couldn't keep her eyes from wandering between Zoroark's lazily parted thighs. She didn't have to worry about him catching her staring at least, and she easily made out the subtle length of his sheath nestled against his pelvis, large testes pulled up close against his body.
Ani let both of her hands run up the length of his belly, only to come to a stop tangled in the thick black tuft of fur on his chest. The motion left her hunched low over him, her face just above his exposed neck.
Her voice held remarkably steady. "Zoroark, I want to try something. L-Let me know if you want me to stop, okay?"
He let out a contented "Zrrrrrr," not bothering to move his head to face her.
Ani pulled back, letting her fingernails scrape lightly across his hide, down his belly, and out along his hips. Small black and white textbook diagrams compared poorly to the real thing. She'd never admit it, but this particular area of curiosity influenced her at least a little towards her current field of study.
Ani bit her lip, then slowly let her right had drift between Zoroark's legs. The moment her fingers brushed the side of his sheath, Zoroark tensed, flexing towards her touch. He felt warm against her hand, thumb on one side of his shaft to run her palm delicately along his length. Zoroark whined softly.
When she reached his tip, she grasped him more firmly, still gentle, but enough that his sheath pulled away from the glossy pink shaft beneath. Almost instantly a spurt of clear precum arced across his belly, leaving a string of shimmering liquid beads atop his slate fur.
Ani yelped then broke into giggles. "Here, you'll make a mess."
Zoroark let her move his hips so he lay more on his side, twisting with flexibility few humans could match. With Zoroark in place and her giggles mostly under control, Ani took hold of his sheath again and worked up a slow rhythm along the hard length she could feel waiting below. It didn't take long, a few strokes, before his sharp tip poked from his gray fur, growing, and releasing regular short pulses of pre onto the grass.
"Does it feel good?" Ani asked.
Zoroark didn't move, his chin pressed into the grass. He whined, a low, needy sound that Ani took for assent.
Ani watched in fascination at the effect her gentle touch had on Zoroark. More of his length pulled free of its protective refuge, growing thicker, tiny threads of red vein working through his shaft, turning pale pink to an angry red.
The tantalizing bulge hiding at the base of his inhuman cock slowly pushed from his sheath, gently aided by Ani's caressing fingers, letting her see him in full. Zoroark panted, his large fore-claws finding purchase in the soft ground. Once timid spurts grew heavier, the force of each causing his shaft to bounce in Ani's light grip.
The smooth flesh felt delicate in her fingers, and hesitantly Ani moved her hand over his tip, letting him spray her palm, the force of it surprising her, filling her imagination with how it might feel against other parts of her body.
The slick heat spread across her skin, along her fingers, and she once more grasped him, working down his length to wrap around Zoroark's thick knot, easily the size of a lemon, though the strange bulges gave it an irregular shape.
Zoroark whimpered, and Ani almost released him, unsure if she hurt him, but his hips jerked towards her. Hesitantly she gripped him more tightly. The once clear precum grew cloudy, leaving thick streaks through the grass, blades bending under the weight. And flightless gods above he didn't stop. Ani held his cock and watched him cover the ground in long strands of oozing cum.
Some of the texts said pokemon could stay tied for almost an hour in some cases, but not even a water type could keep this up. Zoroark tugged lightly against her grip, and she held the base of his knot firm in response to the strained little growls he made. Ani found herself breathing almost as hard despite doing very little, and a humidity lingered uncomfortably beneath her jeans which had little to do with her earlier exertion. For now, she found herself happy to watch Zoroark, taking note of every tiny detail of his bizarre anatomy.
Eventually, his long orgasm waned, the rigid tension draining away from his hips, the clawed grip he took of the ground relaxing. A slow trickle still twitched from his tip, and Ani didn't release him, but the milky white cum returned to a thin clear fluid. His knot first grew less wide, then deflated with the rest of his length to easily slip back into his sheath and out of sight, leaving Ani's hand cold and empty.
She awkwardly tried to wipe her slick palm on the grass with little success before resorting to the cuff of her jeans. She'd make sure to wash them thoroughly later.
Zoroark remained still, chin still nestled into the grass and panting. Her poor sleepy little Zoroark. Well, not so little. In more ways than one she thought, definitely. She blushed.
Ani moved around to his back, as he had left the space before him quite a mess. She attempted to lay down, but Zoroark rolled, knocking her over and landing atop her. Ani giggled, his rough tongue quickly finding the crook of her neck.
Her throat felt parched, leaving her voice hoarse. "So you enjoyed that, then?"
Zoroark didn't stop licking her, but a pleasured growl rumbled through his chest against hers. Ani felt a small thrill at being able to make his day a little better, and she stretched her neck towards his affectionate tongue. His fluffy weight quickly warmed her, a gentle haze working through her muscles, more tired than she previously realized. It had been a long day, the sun now low in the sky. It looked like she wouldn't make it home tonight, not now. She certainly had no desire to move any time soon.
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