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When Alexis had gotten her trainer's license at fourteen, she wouldn't have thought of being in the forest after the sun went down; but years later and with a powerful Sawsbuck to protect her, an Arcanine just as ready, and four other mighty Pokemon all ready to fight at her command, she wasn't scared of a thing anymore.

Of course, a team of high-level Pokemon couldn't do much good if their trainer couldn't call them out to fight. When a heavy pair of paws crashed into her shoulder blades and sent her shrieking into the dirt and twigs, Alexis' first thought wasn't to grope for her belt of Pokeballs, but to clamber up to her hooves again and run. It was a doe's first instinct to escape, not fight, and she might have actually gotten away if she'd known the woods at least as well as her attacker.

From the underbrush, the Mightyena lurched into Alexis for a second time. It plowed into her, the top of its hard skull butting her flank and bruising a kidney. She cried in shock and pain, falling off-balance and landing in brittle brush. The smaller twigs crunched and snapped, but the bigger ones held up long enough to whip her skin, tearing small rends in her trail-worn jeans and leaving raw marks on her bared forearms. She was in pain and terrified, but she still wanted to escape. She tried to pull herself out of the brush with intent to get back onto the path, but her attacker was right on top of her. The hyena-like Pokemon pounced on her again, rolling her onto her side and then her back where she lay winded and crying. As the blood-red eyeshine of the Mightyena glimmered before her, her heart tightened; her balls did the same. Alexis didn't realize it and thankfully never would, but in that moment, she wet herself in fear.

The offending Pokemon sniffed Alexis, lingering for a long time on her groin. Her hands fidgeted against the dirt; she wanted to reach for one of her Pokeballs but she could see the gleam of the Mightyena's teeth when it opened its mouth to huff and she just knew it would gladly sink them into her if she made even the slightest move.

Making a yipping sound, the Mightyena bit onto her pantleg and started to yank it. Alexis screamed and kicked at the Pokemon. She grabbed her Arcanine's Pokeball, driven by instinct. She made to prime it when the attacking Mightyena lunged and locked its jaws around her wrist, sending waves of agony up her arm. She dropped the Pokeball uselessly into the dirt.

Alexis tried to roll over and pull herself away. The best she did was make it to her all-fours before the Mightyena lunged and sank its huge teeth into the seat of her pants. She felt the enamel rip through her underwear and graze one of her buttocks, drawing droplets of blood like what rose from the punctures in her wrist. She screamed, and then again when the Pokemon ripped a ragged hole out of her jeans, leaving a crazy starburst of shredded denim and silk which exposed her spotted, brown bottom.

The balls hanging under Alexis' female butt didn't bother the Pokemon. She smelled like a woman, so the different equipment just meant the other hole was going to be used. A fat red rocket hung out of the slavering Pokemon's sheath, drizzling pre across the dirt like a baster. Somewhere in the Mightyena's DNA was some Growlithe (and that much was more apparent in the daylight, where one could see the distinctive tuft of fur between the ears and the stripes down the back and legs), and that was to blame for the thick and knotted dogcock which he intended to use on the blubbering dickgirl doe before him.

What shape his cock was in meant nothing at all to the Mightyena, even though it was about to be extremely important to Alexis. He mounted her, moving clumsily and huffing in lust. One paw slid off her narrow back and his dewclaw caught in her shirt, ripping into it but missing the skin. Even as he straightened up, he was pushing his cock clumsily against her butt. It prodded the back of her balls and she blurted, choking on tears, "Oh, no! Please!"

Much as any sane person would expect, her pleading was meaningless to the Mightyena. He pushed it up, grinding into her ass crack in what would have felt like a pleasant hotdogging if not for the situation it was happening in. Her cheeks flushed a hot red and she absently pawed at her trendy, pretty hair, which had been shaken up enough to hang in her eyes in tangled whips. "Don't do that! Ah, stop that!" she bleated. "Somebody help me!"

Nobody was around to hear Alexis. She reached for her Pokeballs on her belt again and nearly pulled one loose when the pointed tip of the Mightyena's penis speared her open, impartially gouging her. The accuracy of the entry was remarkable, and though it was possible that it was mere luck, a more chilling thought was that she was not the first trainer he'd raped. Alexis nevertheless mewled in pain and clenched her eyes shut. She pulled the Pokeball off her belt but didn't prime it; a vision of having her throat ripped out as soon as she turned her own Pokemon loose flashed before her eyes. Just let him have what he wants, she told herself, trying to think reassuringly even as the swollen bulk of the Mightyena's penis spread open her tight walls, leaving them raw in its wake. Just like that time in college. Let him have you... he'll kill you if you fight back.

So that was what Alexis did: she grit her teeth and she let the Pokemon rape her. He bucked into her with the kind of dumb ferocity only a feral animal could muster, smashing his knot against her small, pink anus again and again to the point that the ring began to swell and throb, causing her as much pain as her inner flesh did, dry and pulled taut around the invading object as it was. Tears squirted from her emerald eyes and she pawed at the dirt, balling her fists and letting the earth sluice out of her fingers. The anal stimulation caused Alexis to develop an erection, and so the casual observer might've thought she was enjoying some forbidden Pokephilia, but pleasure was the last thought on her mind. She whimpered to the Mightyena in a voice a hair above a whisper, "Please don't kill me..."

Fortunately for the doe, the Pokemon didn't want blood anymore. At first he'd thought of her as something to kill and drag off for later, but now she was just a good hole to fuck, and he wasn't in the habit of murdering mates no matter how fleeting and unwanted the fucking was. He let his paws hang over her sides and put his lean breast to her back; his breathing was humid and fetid against the back of her neck. She winced and bleated one self-pitying cry.

Over and over again, the Pokemon's knot collided with her pucker with the authority and ill will of a fist. It was bad enough to be raped at all, but worse to have it done dry; Alexis trained well and often, but there were limits to what she could take. If her blubbering was anything to go by, the Mightyena had certainly found them, and the small amount of precum he was leaking into her was doing very little to alleviate the rawness of her insides. Every thrust of the Pokemon's thick cock was like being roughed with sandpaper or a very dry piece of wood; it reminded the doe of carpet burns and nasty scrapes from rock climbing. Her shapely legs began to tremble.

Of course the pain which the Mightyena caused Alexis didn't matter to him - all he considered was the need to fuck and impregnate something. Her incompatibility and the fact that he was raping her in the ass besides hadn't occurred to him and never would.

A steady rumble was rising in the Mightyena's breast and he ponderously lifted himself again, putting his paws on her shoulder blades. With quickening breaths and little grumbles, he bucked faster, if not harder; his balls swung against her quite impressive stag sack and caused her small twinges of pain which lumped onto the existing agony. Alexis whined and bit her lip, feeling that if the rawness got any worse, she might pass out.

Now the Mightyena's breathing was becoming rough and labored. Alexis thought back to her first rape in college (the first of many she thought with some self-loathing) and realized how staggering the parallels were. She shuddered at the very notion and tried to think of something else, something comforting and sweet like when she'd first gotten her Growlithe and rehabilitated her from her time with an abusive trainer. The doe didn't get very long to recall the memory; her rapist pushed his knot against her asshole with everything he had, causing enormous pain and a much sharper burning feeling as though her delicate pucker were beginning to rip.

Alexis started to shriek in agony when the knot popped brusquely inside of her, and with that came some awkward relief. It felt like a fist buried inside of her, but her abused anus was given a respite as it closed against the narrow shaft behind the bulb. Her breathing was heavy and broken up by sobs, but she was at the very least glad the worst of the stretch was over.

But where Alexis was feeling relief, the Mightyena was severely agitated. He brayed in pleasure, letting out a yappy, unsettling hyena laugh as his orgasm struck. His cum rushed into her bottom, flooding her and leaving her with a disquieting, full sensation which she loathsomely admitted to herself was actually pleasant. The Mightyena snuffled and tittered as his orgasm made his body shaky and oversensitive; he fell against her back, knocking her into the dirt, which she landed in with a grunt. It had been too long since he'd fucked anything. His balls had been heavy with the need to breed, but now he was taken care of for a few weeks, or at least until the next pretty traveler came along.

The doe knew this next part. Being knotted meant the male would twist around now, put himself ass to ass with her. That was something she'd seen in porn before, not that any of her knotted partners had ever done it - though none of them had been feral, either. When the Mightyena stood up and started to twist around, Alexis got up onto her wobbling hands and knees, taking comfort in the fact that her ordeal was over. Given that Alexis had alarmingly bad luck, however, she shouldn't have been surprised that the Mightyena wasn't done.

With a sudden, well-practiced tug, the Pokemon pulled away from Alexis and popped his knot free of her. The doe let fly with a horror movie scream, sending bird and insect Pokemon scurrying from the trees in a rush of branches and leaves. The Mightyena's semen gushed from her behind, stinging the countless tiny rips in the flesh of her anus before running down her backsack, rendering her thoroughly dirtied by her rapist.

Alexis crawled away from the Mightyena, whimpering and mewling, wanting nothing but escape. She didn't even think of the Pokeball she'd left in the dirt, or the others in her belt, all of whom would have gladly trounced the Mightyena for her sake. She merely crawled with heavy limbs and a burning behind and tears blurring her vision into uselessness.

Before Alexis got too far away (although at her pace, that would have taken a while), the Mightyena padded up close and put a paw on her shoulder, pinning her easily and stopping her cold. She blurted some lame appeal for mercy, but not even she was entirely sure what she said, if anything coherent. The Mightyena, then as before, didn't want to kill her - but he did want the other Pokemon in the forest to know whose bitch she was in case that ever came into question. He straightened his gray, striped body and lifted a hind leg. Alexis saw what was coming and closed her eyes tightly.

It took the Mightyena a moment of struggling to piss, for his refractory period was still in full swing. Alexis stupidly opened her eyes and caught the first splash in them, startling her into a pained scream which, as her luck would have it, saw her get some in her mouth too. And so it went, the Mightyena pissing on her face and in her hair, then twisting to get it down her back where it stung the little wounds both he and the forest had put on her. Still pissing, he backpedaled a step or three, leaving a stripe of urine in the dirt, and then he lifted his leg again and gave her well-used hindquarters a very thorough rinse. The lingering smell of Alexis' frightened piss was entirely overwritten by the Mightyena's marking.

His piss tapered to a conclusion on her hip, and that was that. The Mightyena was satisfied. He kicked some dirt up on her back and ran into the night, vanishing in the woods.

Nearly twenty minutes passed before Alexis stopped weeping and trembling long enough to call out her Arcanine. She rode clumsily on his back all the way to town. It wasn't the first (and won't be the last, she hopelessly thought) time that she'd been treated for a rape.