-A Rangers Duty-

The usual routine.

He buttoned up the black silk shirt -which apparently accentuated and flaunted his athletic form-, slid on the grey Calvin Klein briefs - someone had told him they made his butt look great- and buttoned up the tan, knee-length shorts. Regarding himself in the mirror, Raul nodded approvingly at the dashing young poke ranger than gazed back. It was his dream job; clambering about on rocky hills, diving in murky ponds and hiking across endless plains. For him, it was heaven.

Taking one last look in the mirror, and sliding a dark red hair band into place, Raul practically skipped out of his room and into the wide living space of his apartment. He sighed happily. Not only was this job a dream come true, the paycheque was more than generous. A true bachelor pad with all the trimmings; large, voluptuous leather sofas, a wide screen TV and a huge sound system that dominated one entire wall, yes, a man could be happy here for sure. With a little hop-step Raul bounded across the room, to a tastefully decorated stand that held a number of poke balls. Each was different, hand made with loving care for the pokemon within. He pondered for a few moments, mentally drawing up the pros and cons of each little warrior for the day ahead. Then, with a practised flick of the wrist he swiped three and clipped them on his belt. A simple plain red poke ball took pride of place at the front. Normally, Raul was not a man who dealt with favourites and special treatment, but he treated his Nidoqueen as something special. He'd raised her since she was a tiny Nidoran and they'd watched each other grow, come of age and blossom into adults. He smiled as the nostalgic memories of youth came gushing back, he could almost smell the tangy stench of silage at his parents Taurus ranch, or feel the hot sun on his back as he romped in the fields and woods nearby. A little bleeping caught his attention; his ranger radio. He fished it out of his pocket and held it up.

"This is Raul, what's up?"

"Yes. Sorry to rush your day, but we have reports of a possible emergency. Some hikers up by the lake say they've seen a Blastoise tangled in nets."

Raul sighed. He'd barely started his day and already he was going to have to deal with a 90 kg, 2 metres tall pissed of turtle. Great.

"Sure thing boss, consider it done."

He attached the radio to his belt and readied himself, strapping on a pair of black leather fingerless gloves, knee and elbow pads made of dense plastic and finally, just for luck, a few squirts from one of the colognes lining the cabinet. This one was dark purple and had a spicy, sweet scent. He forgot the name, Lust or Love or Fling or something like that. He grabbed up his jacket and set out, taking off at a brisk jog to the ranger's station.


"Brett! Hey Brett?!"

Raul entered the motor pool and shouted for the chief mechanic, who was somewhere amongst the grid work of pipes, wheels and various pieces of cars, jeeps, even a helicopter rotor.

"Brett where are you?"

Raul weaved his way through the debris and finally found a pair of legs poking out from under a car. They twitched and jigged in time to the faint "tssss tst tssss" noise that came from the young mans headphones. Raul gave him a little kick.

"Hey, you got my jeep fixed up?"

With a typically melodramatic shrug, Brett untangled himself from the innards of the machinery.

"Yes, yes, it's over there next to the bikes..."

He waved his hand vaguely in the direction of the small row of motorbikes, some speedy little city bikes, others huge, dark and heavy biker-gang styles. Raul peered, and, sure enough his trusty all terrain jeep stood, dishevelled and rusty on the very end. Its dark green camo design had been chipped and re painted a thousand times, making it look less like camouflage and more like some crazy psychedelic tie-die reject. But he loved it. He loved the little purring noise it made when it wasn't moving, he loved the soft leather upholstering and the sturdy metal frame that had resisted everything from a Golems charge to a Numels fiery belches.

"Thanks man, good luck with...whatever it is your doing down there..."

The mechanics hand snaked out from the machines guts to wave goodbye and Raul was of, jogging across the motor pool and leaping into his little baby. He stroked the steering wheel and, after a quick glance to make sure no one could see, ground his buttocks into the soft leather. He stifled a giggle as he keyed the engine and revved the motor, the tiny vibrations making dust dance eon his dashboard. Then, with a devilish grin and a wink in the rear view mirror, the jeep was off, straight out of the open garage doors and into the wilderness.


It took about half and hour to reach the pool, and Raul instantly saw the carnage. The banks of the small lake where muddies and the foliage was torn up, deep, jagged claw marks adorned the trees like strange tribal etchings. But not a huge, angry turtle in sight. Raul slipped on his sunglasses, a wide stylish pair that was the current fashion, and clambered out of his jeep. He switched the radio to send and surveyed the scene.

"Ranger station, this is Raul. I see signs of a struggle but no Blastoise. You want me to go further?"

There was a slight pause, filled only with static.
"This is ranger station. Yes, take a sweep of the area on foot and then return home. We'll send a chopper out later and keep our eyes on the edge of town. We don't want this beastie running amok in the suburbs eh?"

Raul nodded to himself. Last year a very large, hormonal and extremely pissed off Venusaur had strolled right down the main shopping district and had displayed a rather specific hatred of street signs, post boxes and street lights. It took about 3 months to repair the damage and several businesses had to shut down for a while due to the lingering pollen that made people cry, itch or simply fall asleep where they stood.

"You got it ranger station, I'll radio back in when I've done my sweep. Over and out."

Decisions, decisions, Raul frowned as he regarded his pokeballs. Which one? He prodded each one, one after another. His Nidoqueen, his Aggron or his newly acquired Flaaffy? He grinned as he toyed with each smooth ball. Raul was well known for his exclusive use of female pokemon, and their seemingly unquestionable loyalty and friendship. His work colleagues put it down to his great skills as a trainer, but Raul knew differently, and even thinking of it was effecting him, his shorts seemed tighter, and he steadied himself on the side of the jeep, the Blastoise forgotten. His Nidoqueen was, of course his favourite. She'd been his first pokemon, and quite a few other firsts as well. That night she evolved into a Nidorina was the night Raul made himself a man. The simple thought of her wet tongue snaking into his mouth, and it rekindled the same fiery passion they'd first shared. He'd been disgusted at first, at the thought of making out with a pokemon, but, being a horny teenage boy, hormones took over and that night Raul experienced quite a few firsts. His first kiss, his first orgasm. Even know, years on, he felt hot passion growing in him at the thought of such forbidden acts. His Aggron, who he'd captured high in the mountains, was similar, but it was the next pokemon Raul had his eye one know. The Flaaffy, so small and cute compared to the large, robust forms of the other two.

With a click he took off her pokeball and released her. She blinked a few times then bounded up to him, as he crouched to stroke her head. She happily nuzzled him and his arousal grew, straining in his briefs for a release. With barely a word he scooped the little sheep pokemon up and nuzzled her face. They laughed together and then held a long, silent moment, each saying something that word couldn't quite capture. It seemed serene, even romantic in this aspect as they stood and simply gazed. Then, on some mutual decision Raul turned and got into the jeep, clambering onto the back seat and unbuttoning his shorts. Flaafy seemed far from unwilling, tugging at the hem with her little teeth and snuffling his abs. At last Raul slid the briefs down and felt the pressure from his erect member ease off a little. It was already hard and proud, suiting his nickname for it; the "Howitzer Cannon" it was about 9, maybe 9 � inches long and quite thick, swelling in the middle. He groaned a little as the pokemons soft fur brushed against it, tingling the sensitive head. She too seemed thrilled, and with barely a hesitation began to lick at the mans penis, her little fluffy hairdo waving as she set about him a deviant enthusiasm. Raul meanwhile, was unbuttoning his shirt and, naked except for his shoes and socks, lay back in the jeep, his head over one side as he enjoyed his little Flaaffys administrations. Each lick left a tingling sensation, as the electric type pokemon sent little shocks through his body.

It had barely been 2 minutes before Raul could stand it no more and sat up, stroking her head and then, with little difficulty, hefting her up by the back of her knees and holding her over his erect member. She trembled slightly and this only stoked the ranger's passion as he lowers her, being careful to ease his member into her small vagina. It was incredibly tight and hot, the friction making him ooze a little, the pre-cum helping to lube her pussy and let him slide in. Once he was about two third of the way in he let her legs go, and, with slightly sadistic intentions, he suddenly thrusted, driving his cock fully inside her body. She cried out, sending a shock of electricity through her body. Raul's sensitive cock, so deep inside her took the shock and his whole body jolted.

"Fuck, nobody told me you Electrics did that..."

He laughed and began to thrust, quick, hard thrusts that bounced her off his muscular thighs. With every thrust her whole body jiggled, little sparks jumping from her fur or shocking him internally. It felt incredible, like some heaven sent sex toy. He watched here bounce, her small body jolted as his swollen member ploughed her inside, and felt pure masculine passion, the violent, dominant kind that made him want to turn over and screw her into the leather upholstery. He could barely fight off the urge, instead reaching under the Flaafys curly collar fur to grab her small breasts. He kneaded them together, making the little pokemon cry out as she bucked on his cock.

He sat back, draping his arms across the jeeps door and let the Flaafy use his cock, which, to his surprise it did with gusto. It grinded down on him, making small quick circles then large ones that drove his so deep only his balls where visible. He bounced, grinded, rode and thrusted just as he had as he sat there, like some porn star stud, watching her. At last though he felt a hotness building in his thighs and balls and held her hips, shuffling down so she rode him properly, as he turned his head and groaned into the leather chairs. She groaned with him, mewing and giggling as, with each thrust she hit a different point internally, sending a new wave of pleasure through her body.

The hotness grew and grew in his balls, working it ways up the shaft of his cock until his whole groin felt wet, hot and achingly hard with passion, then, just as quick as the feeling came it went as he came inside her, a sudden wave of pleasure washing over him followed by a tremendous shock, the electricity sending a pulse through his body he came once, twice, three times inside the tight, wet confines of the Flaafys pussy. He gasped as he felt every muscle tighten all over his body, from his neck to his calves, and the Flaafy cried out as she felt his load fill her, too much for her small vagina and gushing out from the sides like a fizzy drink that explodes. He laughed as she shifted off his cock, letting him lean her back as his thick, gooey load oozed its way out of her pussy, down across her little asshole and onto his abs, his own cock beginning to curve and go limp.

"Shit Flaafy, for such a small one you sure gotta lot of go in ya'!"

She bleated at this, little sparks flying from her fur or, as Raul glimpsed, dancing electrical shocks inside her vagina, small white flashes that went from one soft pink wall to the other.

"Battery powered eh?"



"Raul, this is Ranger Station. You found the Blastoise?"

Raul fumbled with his shorts, zipping up the fly and buttoning the waistband.

"I, err, um, this is Raul. Negative...I haven't seen any signs of it..."

The Flaafy blinked at him and seemed to glare.

"Quiet you, this is our little secret." He whispered and winked.

She bleated happily and bounded about, little sparks leaping from her fur to connect with the jeep, or singe the grass.

"Okay Raul, return home for some rest. You need some rest after hiking around up there all day. You must be knackered mate."

Raul looked at the Flaafy and they both grinned.

"You have no idea buddy. Over and Out."Chapter End Notes:Im changing these stories as well, with new guys and characters instead of just Raul.

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