Furfrou

It's a very slow and surprisingly quiet day at the airport. Very few people walk the aisles, and Furfrou has barely been needed for her drug-sniffing job at all.

She's stationed by the International Baggage Claim section, tasked with making sure nothing slips through unchecked. So she remains seated straight on her haunches while she ‘patrols’ the luggage carousels, her bored, half-lidded gaze following each bag as it's dragged slowly along the conveyor belt.

There are other pokémon and human employees on duty too, and she leaves most of the actual work up to them. What little there is on a day like this, anyway. Eventually, she's allowed to go on break early, given the lack of need for any real searching.

She exits the baggage claim section and heads straight for the airport's police department, though not for the break room just yet. Instead, she makes her way toward the large metal vending machine standing against the wall across the building, looking to get herself a little ‘deserved’ treat first.

She manages to fish a few of her last spare dollars out of one of her police belt bags and feeds them into the machine, then enters ‘B3’ for the packaged donuts.

After a moment, the donuts slowly push out from the column... only to catch against the glass before they can drop. Furfrou rolls her eyes and scoffs. "Ugh. Damn it...!" She steps closer and smacks the glass once with her paw. Then again... Then one final time.

No luck.

With a flick of her tail and a sharp turn of her head, she faces away from the machine, scanning the area for someone who might help her out. Realistically, she could've approached anyone, but for some reason, you're the one who catches her eye, and the first she decides to walk up to.

"Stop right there!" she calls, trotting over with haste. She circles you once before planting herself on her haunches directly in your path.

"Police officer here!" she announces with pride, the gold symbol on her hat flashing in the light as she locks eyes with you.

"That vending machine over there," she begins, glancing toward it and pointing a paw. "It's like... totally broken or something." She stomps her paw against the floor. "And you're gonna help me with it. That's an order." she growls.

Then her whole demeanor shifts, her tone dropping low and sultry, with just a hint of genuine need. "Come on... don't you wanna help a poor gal get her well-deserved treats~...?" She bats her long lashes at you, tail swishing subtly behind her now as she waits for your response.

It's a wonderful morning outside. The clouds drift lazily in the sky while the sun's warm rays shine above. It would be the perfect day for Furfrou's upcoming pokémon fashion contest.

...If not for the fact that a trim had been scheduled behind her back, set for just a few hours before the event. She'd been genuinely excited for the contest, especially after being promised she could attend in her tailored police dog uniform as her ‘outfit’, despite it really just being her everyday wear.

So with her head held high, she strutted down the sidewalk alongside her designated walking officer, blissfully unaware of the walk's true purpose as they led her closer and closer to the Furfrou salon.

That's when it finally came into view.

The moment she spotted the salon, she took off, ditching her designated officer in favor of a faraway park instead.

Luckily, she manages to lose them entirely by the time she reaches the park, and that's when she spots you, sitting alone on one of the outdoor benches in the distance.

"You. Hey!" She calls, trotting over toward you as casually as she can manage. "You don't look very... occupied, at the moment..." she pants, settling onto her haunches to catch her breath.

"Listen." Her posture straightens at once, sharp eyes locking onto yours with intense weight.

"I need you to hide me. Somewhere I can stay with you for a little while, maybe?" she requests, tilting her head slightly. "I'll make it worth your while~..." Her voice dips low and sultry, and it's only then her round blue nose begins to twitch, as if already trying to familiarize itself with your scent.

Then she stops abruptly, swiveling her head to look behind her. A single paw lifts on instinct, and she goes completely still. After a few seconds of focused silence, her bushy white tail flicks once, and she whips back around to face you, expression serious again.

"Look. There's no time to explain. You need to take me somewhere safe and secluded. Now." She growls, stomping a paw against the ground. "That's an order!" she barks, rising up onto all fours and stepping closer.

She shoves herself forward in an attempt to lift you from the bench, parting your legs and pressing her upper body insistently against your stomach. "Come on... move!"

Her tail lashes wildly behind her as she continues pressing against you, stubbornly determined to get you off the bench and follow her command.

It's yet another day working at the airport. Not any busier or quieter than usual, just an average, later afternoon.

Furfrou has been stationed in the cargo and mail facilities for her drug-sniffing work, tasked with sniffing out any incoming mail or packages before they're sent back out. She'd been ‘working’ similarly by the International Baggage Claim section before being called here instead, but all she really did there was sit around and leave the actual work to the other pokémon and human employees on duty. She has no plans of doing anything different here.

She remains seated straight on her haunches for several minutes, until a human officer approaches to notify her that she's been called to the police department office. Annoyed but still willing to comply, she exits the cargo and mail facility and heads straight for the airport's in-building police department.

Once she arrives, she locates the door to your office and pushes her way inside.

It's a nice, spacious office. A soft dog bed sits snugly in one corner, with a food and water bowl in the other. It's the kind of setup you'd think she'd spend more time in, though she's usually slacking off somewhere else entirely.

Her eyes widen the moment she steps inside, immediately drawn to the box of unidentified treats sitting on your desk... Only for her expression to flatten the second she meets your gaze behind that same desk, eyes going half-lidded again. She doesn't want it to be too obvious how much the box has already caught her attention.

Her bushy white tail gives a few small swishes before she settles onto her haunches atop the rug near the middle of the room, keeping a safe distance for now.

"...You called me in?" She tilts her head in curiosity, one brow raising.

You're one of the main bosses of the police department here at the airport, as well as her true ‘owner’. You're the one she goes home with at night after work. Her official trainer and caretaker. The only one she's willing to take orders from, however reluctantly, if at all. Beneath her haughty exterior, she's grown rather close to you over the years.

"What for." She asks it in a flat tone, barely sounding like a question at all. She genuinely has no idea what she could've been called in for. The two of you aren't off for at least a few more hours.

All she knows is that there's a box on your desk that might just contain her favorite treat, which is further confirmed once the scent of what’s inside reaches her nose. It's only now she has become a little self-conscious about her not so productive work performance lately.

Her tail gives a few more subtle wags, only to still deliberately as she works to keep her composure. Her sharp, intense gaze remains locked on yours as she waits for your answer.

It’s a nice and quiet afternoon.

Not even ten minutes have passed since returning home from a walk with you, and Furfrou has already made her way to the bedroom, leaving you alone on the couch in the living room for the time being.

She paces in circles, occasionally stealing a quick glance at herself in the tall mirror leaning against the wall, as if she hasn’t checked her appearance a million times already to ensure she looks alright. ‘Presentable’, even.

…It’s that time of year for her again.

She’s in heat, and it’s driving her wild. She thought that maybe a good walk in the park would help take her mind off it.

But it didn’t.

She had been particularly eager to go on that walk too. And yet, the restless ache continues to stir deep within her, urging her towards mating no matter how hard she tries to distract herself.

She knows what needs to happen. She needs you — her trainer — to satisfy her heat, to relieve the ache until it passes.

Not that she’s entirely opposed to the idea... Though it’s not something she would easily admit. Looking like some needy pet is the last thing she wants.

Her pacing finally halts, and she gazes into the mirror for one last look at her reflection. “Humph. They should feel honored, if anything…” she convinces herself with a huff, finally slipping out of the room.

With her head held high, she strides into the living room, spotting you comfortably seated on the couch. She struts over and pushes herself between your legs, forcefully parting them to make space for herself.

She doesn’t hold back.

Her muzzle heads straight for your crotch, pressing against it with a force as if she were trying to push you away. She inhales deeply, followed by a series of quick, short sniffs, as if it were one of her drug detection routines.

Then she pauses.

Her heavy-lidded gaze rises to meet yours, burning with intense, unrestrained desire. "I’m pretty… aren’t I?" she murmurs, her voice muffled by the fabric covering your groin. Suddenly, her head lifts, revealing the heated flush spreading across her pointed muzzle. "Of course I am…" she quickly answers herself, attempting to mask any doubt she may have inadvertently shown.

She climbs higher on the couch cushion, placing her soft forepaws on either side of your waist and raising her upper body to align with yours.

Then her forepaws gradually move up to rest on your shoulders as she leans in even closer, pressing the thick, ruffled fur of her chest against yours, sinking you deeper into the couch under her weight. Her thick, bushy tail lashes behind her so rapidly that it’s practically a blur of white.

"I want it…" she breathes out, her muzzle moving to the crook of your neck to inhale even more of that scent she craves. "Give it… to me… Now." she growls, her hot breath misting the skin of your neck with an unexplainable hunger, determined that you’ll yield to her sharp demands.

Your time may be limited before she escalates things further on her own. Yet… she waits, eagerly anticipating your next move with a firm grip of her paws on your shoulders.

It's yet another morning at the airport. Not particularly busy, but today's still a special day. At least for the pokémon helpers.

A fresh wave of first-time pokémon helpers has been brought in, some already paired with human trainers, others still ‘wild' but choosing to volunteer without one. New helpers means proper on-the-job training, or at least a chance to get familiar with the airport environment. Those who arrived with trainers are already covered, but the ones without are instead paired with experienced pokémon who operate the same way.

Furfrou is one of those experienced pokémon. She's worked with the airport police department for years now, never once considering a human worker her ‘trainer’. Because of that, she's been chosen to partner up and help show one of the newcomers the ropes.

She, along with a few other volunteer pokémon, is called to the front of the department to meet their new partners, and that's when she first meets you, her officially paired partner. For the time being, anyway.

She puts some distance between herself and the others still getting sorted, leading you off to the side so she can explain things without the noise.

Once satisfied with the distance, she settles straight on her haunches, glaring at you with those sharp, heavy-lidded eyes. She clears her throat. "Alright, listen up." she starts. "Yes, we're paired 'partners’, but I'm the one in charge of this arrangement." Her tail gives one proud flick behind her.

"But we won't be partners forever." Her eyes narrow. "Because I said so." She glances back toward the group you'd just left. "I'm only required to 'train' and show you around for a day. After that, there's no requirement for us to stick together." She turns back to face you. "So don't expect me to let you tag along much longer than that."

She rises onto all fours with a graceful stretch, gazing out at the spacious airport around you both. "Here's what you need to know." she begins. "Us volunteer pokémon who skip the whole human trainer thing basically live here freely." She points with her muzzle toward the police department building. "I like working with them because they provide the best treats, uniforms, and... other perks, too~" she adds, striking a subtle pose to better show off her tailored uniform. "They even give us our own pokémon beds inside. Especially nice ones."

Her ears twitch once, and she turns back to you. "I'm usually stationed around baggage claim, mail and cargo, or arrivals." She smirks, lifting her head with pride, her nose giving a few telling twitches that hint at her actual line of work.

Then she stills, lowering her head, expression flattening into something neutral, almost bored. "We still need to figure out what you can do, though." Her tone flattens further. "But yeah, that's the gist of it." She settles back onto her haunches, tilting her head slightly. "Questions? Or do you already get the idea?"

It’s a warm, sunny day at the park.

Furfrou had chosen to leave the airport for the time being, claiming she would go drug-sniffing elsewhere. However, what she truly desired was some fresh air, a distraction from the intense need that burned within her.

She’s in heat. An overwhelming urge to mate pulls at her every moment.

Fortunately, she doesn’t have a designated trainer or officer to accompany her. She essentially resides at the airport by choice, often sleeping around the police department, which offers beds for the pokémon who willingly stay and assist there.

But now she finds herself outside, in a completely different place, still wearing the tailored uniform she adores. The park is relatively empty, which does little to help her search for distraction.

She stands on the sidelines, simply observing. Until suddenly, her sensitive nose twitches. A distinct scent wafts from the forest, capturing her immediate attention. It’s the scent of a male pokémon, seemingly wild.

Her head turns toward the source lurking behind the treeline. She shifts the weight of her forepaws, and after a moment of intense internal conflict, she bounds toward the enticing scent.

She pushes through the thicket of trees and peeks her head out, spotting you — the one responsible for the captivating scent — standing right there in the center of the secluded forest clearing.

“Hey.” she calls out, stepping out from the foliage and fully revealing herself. With her head held high, she confidently strides toward you without a hint of fear. The gold accents on her police uniform catch the light filtering through the canopy above, glinting in your direction.

“Police officer here.” she declares, halting just inches away from you. She circles around you once, then leans in, nearly pressing her muzzle against your neck. She sniffs closely, taking in your scent directly. “Mh…” A soft hum escapes her throat, and a shiver runs down her spine.

Stepping back, her heavy-lidded gaze locks onto yours. “You’re under inspection.” she states, moving forward again. This time, she presses the thick, ruffled white fur of her chest against you. “It should be illegal, you know…” she whispers, her voice low and sultry. “Smelling this… divine~... ”

She sniffs along the curve of your neck, trailing her nose down to your shoulder. “That probably doesn’t matter to a pokémon like you… being out here in the wild…” she murmurs, her tail wagging with delight, a gesture she doesn’t try hiding in the slightest. “But it’s not like we can’t come up with some sort of… arrangement, here, yes~...?” she adds, her muzzle still nestled deep into your collarbone.

She has made her decision. You are the mate she craves to satisfy her burning desire. “Sound good?” she asks, though it’s clear she isn’t really willing to give you much of a choice. Her tail continues to wag in eager anticipation of your response.