"Arca. Arca-NINE!" "Keep moving girl" There it is, the same strange sounds coming from Arcanine whenever father locks the two in his study. She always recognized her father's voice ordering around the canine, as they did something. Arcanine sounded like she was in a lot of pain, so this constantly left the young girl worried about the older dog Pokémon. That was just the thing, it didn't make any sense to Makenzie was how the Fire-type always looked so happy after they came out to attend dinner. And did that have any connection to why Arcanine was laying eggs every weekend? She is well aware of that Pokémon laid eggs, where the came from was the question? Makenzie knew that this mystery had to be solved by her alone.

"Growl", Growlin barked slightly disheartened. Wasn't his master going to include him, he loved mysteries too?

This is going to be solved by her and Growlin without the help of any adults, but the information they collected needed to be written down in the one place no-one would dare look. Her journal, she had received the leather cover book from her father to use it for taking notes in tutor sessions. Makenzie chose instead taking notes on her leftover notebooks from drawings to take them. Her journal was used for a dairy ever since she learned to write. After dinner, she began planning out what she and Growlin would be doing. Makenzie is a big fan of mystery books, so she was very confident in the skills that she had picked up through the many pages of her favorite series. Detective Pikachu and his Partner Tim Goodman. Although Growlin couldn't speak like the greatest Pokémon detective, he was intelligent enough to give his trainer small signs through his body language and tone of barks.

They were currently in his master's bedroom going over small strategies with each other. "Okay, Growlin, we know that my father tends to spend time with Arcanine in private so what they are doing could be either: a special bonding technique or just normal business stuff. Arcanine always looks pretty happy at the end of every time, but that doesn't explain why she keeps laying eggs. I wish that my tutor would answer my question about where baby Pokémon eggs come from, that would probably make things a bit clearer." Makenzie took a short break to catch her breath after listing off her thoughts about this mystery, as a twelve-year-old with much free time for the summer she was excited to tackle a real-life case. "Growl. Growlithe. Groooowl." (Don't worry, Master. I'm sure we'll get to the bottom of this. Or my name isn't Growlin.)

She could tell from the cheerful tone of her Growlithe's barks, and cheerfully wagging tail that he was trying to show his support. This is the reason that this case was going to be exciting, it could be shared with her faithful Pokémon. "Your such a good boy, Growlin. We need to know when they're going to their secret thing next so it might be best for you to follow Arcanine. She should at least be pretty excited about it, that dog is pretty vocal. We can look for a body sign or something that indicates when they start." It was true about the fully evolved Pokémon who loved howling in her play area. And did happen to make pretty loud noises when doing that with her father. Makenzie saw a quick nod from Growlin, so she decided to start pulling a few books on bonding with Pokémon from her bookcases. She had recently thrown out a few old workbooks and donated her toddler stories to a distant schoolhouse.

Makenzie had been given the chance to visit the town to purchase new books, one thing that she heard was about the recent advances in Pokémon research. It appeared that Tauros were being used to pull well-built carriages instead of the usual Ponyta. There was testing going on to determine which types of models could handle, the normal type species force.

Following the next hour, Arcanine is being groomed by one of the maids, a certain golden pup walks up to the Pseudo-Legendary. "That's a good dear, just stay still a bit longer and I will be done." Olivia, one of the younger maids, was brushing through Arcanine's immense mane of light base color using a special fur brush. She was a brunette with light tan skin, who wore traditional maid attire even after work hours. Olivia was four foot nine, sporting a flat board chest. Born with a disease that kept her body from growing completely, she looked like a young sixteen-year-old, in reality, she was twenty-two. "Arcanine... Arca?" (You always say that, Olivia... Growlin, what are you doing here?) She only noticed the young pup, because he had slipped on part of the tiling leaving his four legs to fall under him. Making a quiet thump sound that alerted her sense of hearing.

"Growl. Growl, Growlithe." (I'm just passing time while my master looks over her notes. So, do anything interesting lately? Kinda trying different things lately so I can show, Makenzie.) Arcanine physically froze, for the past few weeks her master had been participating in soothing her heat. A private matter that Growlin shouldn't learn until he is a few years older. Maybe he had heard her moans of pleasure and thought it was a game.

'That has to be it, there's no way he has figured out about my mating periods with Master Laurence. He's always been a pretty curious little pup, I'm that a little white lie will do him some good until he comes of age.' (Nothing new for me, aside from finding an old ball from my puppyhood as a Growlithe. My master threw it away, unfortunately, due to it being so worn out. I have other balls to play with so no harm was done, right?) Growlin knew that she was hiding something by this point, Arcanine has always been very possessive of her balls to the point, not even his master's father could get ahold of them.

Time-skip: Three Hours, Stakeout/Spying On Father Growlithe!

Makenzie had spent the past few hours planning out how they would observe the mystery activity. Luckily, she could pull the old family estate schematics which led to the discovery of hidden paths through the walls. They were used as an escape pathway in case dangerous thieves attacked her family. Growlin had revealed in a small chase that the walls were soundproof, meaning she could relay information back to him. She had found a small lookout port that spied into her father's study there were actually three so if they needed a better view then the two mystery solvers had their methods.

From what she saw from the outside, all three lookout points were mostly invisible to the naked eye aside from one of them that was hidden behind a painting. That wall was the weakest meaning if too much weight was put on it, then they would fall through. Both needed to wait until the manor servants thought they both had both fallen asleep already. After thirty minutes of hearing light footsteps pass by the bedroom door, they quietly sprung into action. Makenzie had to get their snacks for the stakeout, while Growlin dragged many blankets to their spot. The already chosen spot was one that showed the main center of the Study only being limited by a slight corner that was blocked by a bookcase.

When the heavy steps of her father were soon heard getting closer, both of them started to get excited.

Tonight, was their special night. And unfortunately, their last chance to have sex for a while. Arcanine would soon deliver her new batch of eggs in the next week, so they had to stop so the eggs wouldn't crack. Lance had learned that from the second time they did this. He wasn't ashamed of his efforts, ever since his wife passed five years ago his sexual desires grew to the point that he pushed Arcanine down one night. Then had it with her resulting in discovery, as long as a Pokémon female is in heat any sperm with does even human for a pregnancy. To put it simply, Arcanine was his breeding bitch to use to make more profits. He could cum in her all he wanted, and would actually benefit from having Growlithe eggs. They were in high demand in a far-off region due to them almost becoming extinct there.

After locking the door to his study, Lance commanded Arcanine to stand still. "Arcanine, to my desk." She immediately followed her master's order knowing what would come next. The faithful fire-type made her way in front of her master's desk, then her position changed from standing to traditional doggy style. Arcanine's tail wagged excitedly as she heard Lance walk toward her striped rump roast. He pushed her bushy tail aside and spread her canine slit wide open. It was clear they needed no foreplay, as he could see her sparkling juices already flowing out. A small drop hit her fur proceeding to quickly evaporate, he could barely contain his own excitement as a tent formed in his dress pants. Lance undid the zipper of his thick leather pants, letting his erect member stand up straight at attention. This is what had convinced Makayla, his late wife, to marry him.

Arcanine's wet slit was tormented by the continuous teasing of Lance's teasing by rubbing the head of his member against the slicked entrance. "Nine...," she lets out a low whine wanting for the sweet ecstasy that her master was denying her. He continued to tease her for two minutes until stopping, Arcanine almost missed the attention until Lance thrust roughly into her depths. She had to force herself from howling, neither lustful beings knew that the walls were soundproof so they always made sure to keep the volume down. He slowly pulled halfway out of the canine, then thrust back into the fleshy tunnel. Thrusting felt like heaven to Arcanine, she loved the sensation of being filled down there. Thrust in, pull out. The rhythm between the two began to increase as they both desired for more release.

Lance kept going, while Arcanine panted as her pleasure kept growing. Grunts and pants were exchanged between them as she began to push back whenever he thrust inside. This continued for five minutes straight as the two youths watched in confusion, did inserting whatever her dad had to make Arcanine happy? Makenzie confusion grew as the fully evolved Pokémon let out a low howl. Lance could tell from her growing tightness, that she was going to have an orgasm. A sudden flood of clear cum erupted from her entrance as it coated his member making it faster at entering. He picked up the pace as she was continuously gushing liquids, that didn't flow onto the wooden floor due to evaporation. Arcanine loved the assertiveness of her master, that was the reason she allowed him to impregnate her many times already, she totally wasn't just a bitch who loved to be bred.

He decided to increase his power, so the next thrusts began slightly rocking her body. Growlithe was having trouble processing all of this, the poor pup had no clue to what was going on. The confused expression of his master only furthered his own frustrations. Maybe they could try this out, but did all females have that opening or were it just a thing Pokémon have? The young Growlithe turned all his focus to Lance as the human starting disrupting the pattern they had going briefly. Lance had been interrupted by a sudden tightness from Arcanine who had come again, only this time he orgasm was even harder. He had to work harder to thrust into her constricting snatch, from previous sessions he had learned how to push her buttons. A hard smack followed his next powerful pullout, this simple slut was just a masochist for punishment when she was about to lay eggs.

A slap to her right ass cheek, made this fire type say her species name while panting. "Arca, *Slap* Nine!", panted Arcanine as she keeps on moving her hips. She couldn't wait for her eggs to be laid so she could have this more often, the week before she would be due was a no sex period. After an hour of this happened, the canine's body became sensitive in that area where a wrong touch could lead to early labor. At least she had one thing going for her, a fresh batch of baby batter was sprayed in her hot steamy egg oven after all. Arcanine loved it when Makayla and her master managed to cook up a daughter for her to play with before his wife's unfortunate death. Although she wished that at least one of her eggs would have been kept so that she could have a son or daughter of her own. Oh well, Growlin was close enough to a son for her, so that wish had been partially satisfied.

The same, however, could not be said for Lance's lust of both sexual and economic pursuits. The father in his mid-twenties yearned to spend more time with his daughter, but keeping their estate financed took up most of his time. To be really blunt he mainly fucked his bitch of a dog every day while selling her children to the highest price that a buyer presented to him. His wife's beloved Pokémon turned to him when she died, and thus they understood why this had to be kept from Growlin and Makenzie. Having sex with a Pokémon wasn't considered illegal, but in the years of 1898, it was to be done behind closed doors. He had caught Arcanine trying to please herself one night on a bush until she was spotted mid orgasm by Lance. He dragged her into his office to scold the poor girl, but his lust got the better of him that night so he took action solving both of their problems.

Makenzie was asking so many questions when she saw that her father was smacking Arcanine, had she been a bad girl? Is there some step to this that she happened to mess up that caused for punishment? Did Arcanine panting her name, mean that she was to continue doing this like there were a few chances in case the canine would mess up? Growlin and her were going to have to do more research on this later, maybe they could even try replicating it to see how this activity worked. The routine of Arcanine being slapped and Lance thrusting went on for about twenty minutes straight. Our two detectives were starting to grow tired, staying up this late was difficult for even the very energetic pup. But Makenzie had luckily though ahead by packing a few Razz Berries, Pokémon loved to eat them yet they were a bit spicy. Growlin was always ready to play after eating one of these, and she had trouble sleeping after eating spicy things.

Lance began reaching his limit, but he wanted to make sure Arcanine enjoyed this time. "Ready for the batter, you slut?", he said while trying to save every drop for one final load for the next week. "Arcanine.! Arca!" (Yes, master! Please give me the baby batter!) Makenzie almost didn't hear that word, as she as trying her best to throw up after eating a Razz Berry.

(Whispering is indicated by ... before and after a few lines of text)

"... Did father just call Arcanine a mutt? I know my mother rescued her as a Growlithe on the streets, but isn't that going a little too far..." Makenzie felt it was best to talk quietly so that Arcanine wouldn't hear them. They were soundproof, but she had no clue if the same could be implied to a Pokémon's higher sense of hearing. "...Growl, lithe..." (That must be part of the punishment, but Arcanine is taking it like a Machamp.) Both returned to watching the older duo's antics as something new appeared to be taking place.

A sudden surging went through Lance as he thrust inside Arcanine's flooded snatch for the final time that night. He held her ass tightly, making sure that not a single drop would leak out. She loved every second as her master's hot cum sprayed into her egg-filled womb. Although being a full fire type, Arcanine could always have the temperature raised further some fire types could even be hatched in lava so there was no harm in self-indulgence. However, once her master pulled his softening member out she didn't want to acknowledge the seven-day wait that would follow. Makenzie and Growlin both had clear views of a mysterious white liquid that leaked from Arcanine's opening. "... That must be the batter father was asking about, maybe she cooks it later as a surprise for her eggs?" Growlin sniffed at the air trying to figure out what that was, it smelled like Growlithe eggs before they were cleaned.

TO BE CONTINUED