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There was excitement in the air within the bedroom, a thrill lingering all around them, a reflection of their emotions. Bethany was sitting on the bed, having already dismissed her garments, and was watching her boyfriend Davis remove his own clothes. Any observer could guess the general nature of what was coming...not that they were particularly shy about the idea, not after over a year of partnership and no plans of ending it any time soon. The passion between them was still as clear as ever, aided by the comfort of familiarity and rapport.

But tonight, they were going to try something new. And that added a new taste to the air.

It wasn't something spontaneous - far from it, it had roots laid long ago. Davis had long had a bit of an interest in bondage, something that he'd mentioned going into the relationship; it was a rather unexpected kink from someone so otherwise straight-laced, and he'd had troubles with prior partners who couldn't get past the idea. It was something he hadn't pushed on her for that, but she knew about it, and while initially she had been reluctant to even think about it, as the relationship progressed she found herself getting a bit more adventurous. Eventually, she'd told him she wanted to give it a go...and snapped a picture of the look on his face when he'd registered what that meant.

They had planned on trying it out for their anniversary, but other things coming up had staved that off for a couple months. But now they were prepared - they had the equipment, proper restraints that wouldn't hurt or be uncomfortable, and they were both psychologically prepared for it. And Bethany found she was really looking forward to it, enough that her lingering nerves over the very new, unusual experience were drowned out quite effectively.

She knew Davis didn't have those same nerves. That helped. The only thing he would be concerned with was making the experience as good for her as he could...and, well, she could hardly have a problem with that.

Shedding his underwear at last, he stepped over to her side, brushing her hair out of her face and kissing her forehead. “You're as beautiful as ever."

“And you're as handsome as always." She shifted onto the bed, laying out seductively for him. “I didn't think I'd ever be doing this...but with you, it makes me kind of excited. Guess I do have a kinky side."

“You know you can tell me if you're getting anxious about it, right? I'll stop at any time, and we can take them off."

“I know, I don't think there'll be any problem."

“Neither do I...well, I'll do my best to make sure of it." And he was certainly trying his best, despite his excitement. Nothing sudden or unexpected, only what they'd talked about going into the event. He was as gentle as he could be placing her wrists and ankles into the bindings - soft cuffs that wouldn't bite or hurt and weren't so tight that they would be uncomfortable. They'd tried them out before actually putting them into action, making sure that they'd suit their purposes without creating new problems.

Maybe he was overthinking it a bit...but he'd had years to think about it, it was hard NOT to overthink it. And he wasn't an idiot - a good experience would make it more likely that Bethany would be willing to indulge him again. Perhaps she'd even become an enthusiast...even if she didn't, though, a willingness to go with it once in a while was better than he even would have hoped for.

Her limbs were all down, he tested them a bit to make sure they weren't too loose or poorly positioned. “Everything good on your end?"

“It's all fine, it feels about as good as I could hope," she replied reassuringly.

Satisfied with that response, Davis brought out the last piece for them: a gag for her mouth. The gag was something that had made her more nervous; it was one thing to have her limbs locked down, but being unable to talk was an additional level of restriction that felt like it might be too much. But she'd wanted to try it out once at least; Davis had told her that she didn't have to go that far if she didn't want to, but she just felt certain that it wouldn't be that bad once she was actually in it. After all, if they were getting adventurous, why not push the limits a bit? And she trusted Davis; they still had a safety cue, a gesture that she could use to stop things, and she knew he wouldn't forget about it. He wanted this, and he didn't want to ruin it for her.

She opened up and let the gag enter; it wasn't huge, but it did ensure that she wouldn't be saying much or even making much noise for the duration. Thankfully, it wasn't too uncomfortable...another thing that had been tested, though she wasn't sure how it would feel over the long term...hopefully it wouldn't be a problem, but she would be able to signal to him if it was.

Davis walked back around to the foot of the bed, surveying his handiwork one last time. Bethany could see his excitement...both in his eyes and considerably further down below. This really was a thrill for him, and it was making her happy that she could give him a chance to experience it. The anticipation was becoming pretty fantastic for her as well, as she watched him start to climb up onto the bed, his eyes looking towards her pussy, already getting pretty wet and ready for his attention...

And then, the door opened. Both Davis and Bethany looked over. Standing in the doorway was a Zoroark, his dark eyes glittering at them, his chest heaving peculiarly.

“Nox!" Davis's voice was sharp and angry. “Get out of here! We're busy!"

Nox didn't move. Bethany felt a prickle of irritation, she really wanted to get to the action but she wasn't in any mood to have an observer either. Nox was Davis's only Pokémon, a bit of a peculiarity among his kind in that he was more or less mute. He could make some slight growls and hums, huffs and snorts, but simply couldn't talk. It made it difficult to know how he was feeling sometimes, but he had his ways of communicating. He'd been less than kindly towards Bethany at first - evidently a deep distrust of strangers, Davis had suspected abuse in the past though he'd never known for sure - but these days they got along fine.

Lately, though, he'd been showing some odd behaviors...it seemed like any time they were getting busy, Nox would conveniently drop by to observe. Davis always shooed him away, and usually he was compliant, though it seemed to take longer for him to leave each time...and she half-suspected that he'd watched them during a romp or two through a crack in the door when they were too distracted by the pleasure to notice. Why he'd taken to doing this, she wasn't sure, but she didn't like it, and neither did Davis. They'd tried several things to deter him, but without success.

“I'm serious, Nox. I don't want you in this room." Davis was trying to lay down the law, he was so buddy-buddy with Nox that it wasn't pleasant to tell him off like this, but if he was going to be intrusive like this… “We'll talk later, but you have to stop this. We don't want you watching us like this."

Still no movement...just those glittering eyes, his heavy breathing...it was starting to bother both the humans, something about the way he was holding himself was different. He was standing tall, almost aggressively, like he wanted something and he wasn't going to take no for an answer. Except he'd never done that before...typically he was pretty relaxed, though he'd seemed to get a little more like this every time he'd watched, or tried to. She wanted to say that maybe Davis should try to see if he wanted something in particular...but she wasn't exactly able to tell him that at the moment.

Davis let out a sigh and turned, taking a step towards Nox. “Okay, this is your last warning...if I have to push you out myself, I-"

The next events happened in a flash. Nox moved suddenly, raising and swiping an arm across the air. A pulse of energy surged out of him, enveloping Davis before he could react. His eyes went wide in shock as his body went rigid, before slumping onto the ground, unconscious. Bethany was horrified at the sight - Nox had playfully used his techniques on Davis before, but never so potently, never enough to actually affect him. Why would he do that now? What had they done to…

She looked back over at Nox, and her breath caught in her throat. The Zoroark was advancing, and she was able to see something long, thick, and red jutting from his crotch. Oh my god...it...it can't be…

The denial fell flat even in her head, she knew full well. The Zoroark's dick...she hadn't ever actually seen it before, Nox had always seemed to be so modest, but all of that was out the window now. His eyes were locked on her, there was no question what his intent was, he was going to use that thing on her. And there wasn't a thing she could do about it…she was completely locked in, unable to escape or call for help, no way to rouse Davis, and she doubted that Nox would care about any safety signal even if he knew what it was.

She could only watch as the Zoroark walked over to the bed, crawling onto the bed and positioning himself over her, giving her no hope that he might just be playing with her in some bizarre way. His eyes weren't leaving her, glittering down at her relentlessly...she wanted to look away or close them, but she couldn't, she couldn't pull away from them. Maybe he was using his powers on her as well, on a more subtle level…

She could feel the point of his cock at her entrance, hot and wet. She shuddered and moaned quietly, mostly in fear, though the light touch was less unpleasant than she wanted it to be on her sensitive lips. He was going in bare...Davis never had, in fact no man had, they'd always used condoms at her behest, she was on birth control but still was concerned about an unexpected failure, she wanted to be extra careful until she was ready to have children. Now the first man to take her raw wasn't even going to be human…

Or gentle, as she found out a moment later, when Nox forced his cock inside at high speed. She jerked and writhed as she felt herself get filled way faster than usual, way too fast...it should have hurt bad, she wanted it to, to reinforce the disgust, but by some miracle it didn't, just felt quite uncomfortable...perhaps her readiness for Davis was working against her, making it easier for the Zoroark to enter painlessly. He reached in far deeper than Davis or anyone else had, she could feel his tip kissing against her cervix as the knot pressed flush with her entrance. He only held himself there briefly, staring down at her the whole time, forcing their eyes to meet…

And then he slid out, and bucked in again, no less hard than last time. And there was no pause this time around, he was going at her without restraint, without remorse...she could only take it, allow the violation and hope that he would be done with her without taking it any further than that. The thing was pumping inside her faster than any man would have gone, than she would have let them, rubbing fiercely against her walls and pounding against her lock, the bulb of his knot hitting with a wet smack each time.

And worse, it was doing something right, because her body was responding to it robustly. She was getting wet rapidly, signals of pleasure getting stronger with every entry, discomfort fading and being replaced with something quite the opposite. Just what she didn't want...she wasn't enjoying it, she didn't want to be feeling these kinds of things from a violation like this, but her body didn't seem to care as much. At the very least, she wished she could imagine it was someone else, that she could close her eyes and pretend it was Davis and her in some kind of bizarre roleplay...but she didn't even have that, she couldn't maintain any illusion when she was locked into those dark eyes, feeling that animal cock driving into her, forcing her to be fully aware who was claiming her. For a Pokémon famed for illusions, it was almost ironic that she was denied that.

He started getting faster, pounding her with increased fervor. She could feel wetness, hers and his, greasing his entry and easing the strain, allowing him to push on. And now there was a new feeling, a thickness at the base of his cock was smacking against her pussy lips. A new terror welled up in her...it must have been some kind of knot, she'd heard about them before on canine Pokémon, she didn't know Zoroarks fit the bill...then again, it wasn't like that knowledge had ever been needed for any reason before. And this wasn't the way to find out...she started squirming again, clenching down a bit on him to try to keep him out, sending any signal she could for him to stop.

But he didn't stop. Claws gripping her arms, he suddenly slammed in with power, pounding and grinding his knot against her walls...she let out a muffled scream as he pushed in deeper, knot stretching her wide and locking in, forcing a good inch or more of his cock to breach her inner chamber. Her eyes rolled back and her body shook as an unbidden orgasm tore through her, in time with his own...suddenly she felt a rush of wet heat inside her body, powerful and thick, the Pokémon's seed pumping into her in his triumph. She couldn't believe she was feeling it...so much of it, at that, it felt like it should have been about ten loads rather than one. Even one would have been too much from him, his spunk shouldn't have ever touched any part of her, now it was in the one part she would have wished it least. At least it couldn't do anything to her, but that was small consolation at the moment.

She wasn't sure how long he kept inflicting his fluids on her, she'd rather lost sense of time...any length of time was too long, anyway. But even when his shots tapered off, he wasn't leaving her, that thick knot holding him inside, and his eyes glittering down over her, staring like a snake about to strike. And Bethany almost feared it to be the case, that he'd bear down on her throat or something, go beyond simple rape...he'd never been violent before, she didn't know what he was capable of. But he did nothing more than stay there, letting her worst imaginations come to her...minute after minute of her fear wearing her down…

Until she felt the swell slowly recede. The pressure on her twat eased, and he finally pulled out, a drool of his seed escaping from her as he emerged, though most of it was caught inside when her insides were released from him. She wished it wasn't so, but again found solace in their impotence...at least, for her. Once he was out, he backed away and stood again, looking down at her once more before turning and leaving. Without a sound...without any sign of remorse...and without releasing her. She wasn't even sure if he could...even if he could, would he? Maybe he was planning on coming back for seconds...she hoped not.

Bethany felt tired...unhappy...but she wanted more than that. She wanted anger. Rage. Something to lash out at him for what he'd done. He'd fucked her, knotted her, defiled her with his inhuman seed, forced her to orgasm against her will, where was her rage? Maybe mired in disbelief...that wasn't far-fetched, she still was having trouble accepting that what had happened had really happened. Despite the evidence stewing inside her and dripping along her, some part of her mind still found it absurd, against everything she knew...what had happened to the Nox she'd known for over a year?

She'd not arrived at any answers by the time Davis woke up, but at least she was able to take solace that Nox hadn't returned. And she wouldn't, either, for a while...not until she had answers.