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That Which Lurks in the Forest's Night

A Café Plaisir Tale

Warning: NC

Old, heavy raindrops fell from the fresh leaves onto the sodden ground below with loud, dull splashes. These woods were awash with the smells of a rain just past; musty earth, thriving flora, a cooler breeze rolling in from the hills that invigorated the senses. Around, the distant cries of birds carried through the rustling of leaves and branches, a role-call after the sudden, sharp morning's deluge. A little distance off beyond a few sparse tree-trunks was a fern-choked glade; the light of the mid-morning sun gleamed off wet plants and the remains of a freshly-fallen tree, splintered wood still pale and sharp.

The Lucario stood on a flat, wet rock, balanced on a crest of dirt and moss. He was barely able to stay still on the cold and slippery surface. He clutched his arms tightly behind his back, ears lying flat against his head, and he stared forwards at the dense canopy of trees before him.

A few seconds passed. The continuous splashing of raindrops filled the air as the last of the rain found its way to the ground. Elsewhere, the indistinct cry of some lost Pokémon echoed over the calm surroundings.

The Lucario fidgeted behind his back nervously, holding his tail low. He could hear his heart beating in his chest.

Then, as if it was an optical illusion, the canopy in front of him moved and instantly his eyes resolved the large, winding shape weaved around it.

"So...." The voice was deep, disjointed, and from the shadow of the trees there was a glimpse of a red tongue. "There's another one..."

***

Sit on a park bench or walk through a field under a starry sky, and one might be lead to the conclusion that night is a time for sleeping. The world has gone to its rest, and thus so should the creatures in it; nothing but the whispering breezes of a settling land and the silent vigil of the stars above. If there is life to be seen, then it would be at the brightly-lit braziers of civilisation, fending off the darkness with warm light and loud music. Life, stoically holding out until the day comes again, as if under siege.

But of course, this just simply isn't so. For every creature that retreats to a burrow, there's one more that peers out with large, eager eyes. For every bug that clings to the light, another begins to crawl in the safety of its absence. For creatures like these, the day begins as the night falls. Nowhere is this more evident than a forest; and it was this that Zephyr was reflecting on.

Shadows were long and deep, and what little light there was gleamed from small puddles and droplets in the fern-choked undergrowth; around him, the forest was but a vista of silhouettes and shapes looming from every direction. But what the eyes could not see, the other senses more than made up for; the lovely smell of wet bark, the warm night air heavy with moisture and curling between branches. The gentle buzzing of insects, the flutter of tiny wings, the shuffling of low, lumbering mammals somewhere behind a dense clump of low branches.

It was, strangely, quite deceptively normal. The fox found himself thinking that he could lose himself here, forget this world he was in, think himself back near his home...

And then he'd look up, roused from his musings, and spot the bipedal blue canine striding out ahead of him; and suddenly, he'd be back in reality. How ironic, how strange that _this_was reality...

"How much further?" He asked hopefully, stepping uncertainly across the rocky, muddy ground that made up most the small, hardly-used track.

"Not much longer..." The Lucario replied, turning his head. The ambient light from a waning moon illuminated his small, hopeful smile, and reflected in those large eyes. Then he turned back and, elegantly and without seeming to think about it, managed to slide his way over a trunk that had fallen across the path and past a weave of interlocking branches while disturbing little more than a few leaves. A few raindrops from the early morning's rain pattered across the unseen soil below. Zephyr supposed that that's why he'd chosen the name he had; Nature. He was certainly at one with it.

Zephyr tried the same. His foot slipped on an errant patch of wet bark, and he half-tumbled over the rest of the tree. Leaves rustled around him, and he was surrounded by a short shower of rain. His feet found ground - if wet and muddy - and the next moment he'd pushed himself up with a large, jaunty smile. He smoothed down his now-wet orange fur nonchalantly. "I meant to do that."

Nature just smiled, and continued along the path.

This was certainly turning into an eventful trip, Zephyr reflected as he watched the Lucario gently and expertly pick his way down the trail. Just this morning, he'd woken up with aches across his body, and his nose buried into the thick chest fur for an Arcanine (and parts of the Arcanine buried elsewhere - such are mornings at Café Plaisir). A day of fine food, a rather interesting fire-type massage and another salacious encounter later, he'd met this lovely little boy. A feminine build with fine, voluptuous curves, he'd approached with more than just the smile of a waiter, but one with genuine interest, innocence, politeness. They'd socialised and talked in the gardens, enjoying the company in an elegant gazebo amongst carefully manicured hedges. Then, exactly as the clock rang ten in the evening, sun just below the horizon with the last remnants of orange light glowing across the sky, that quite random request to be taken on a hike out into the nearby forests. Not much of a reason - just a journey out to 'a nice spot', apparently. Despite the lack of information, the encroaching night, and even the temptations of the Café, Zephyr had accepted. Maybe it had been that smile.

Whatever the reason, here they were now. His feet were dirty, his brown hair was matted down his face, and his legs ached (though no more than his rear, admittedly) - and yet, he was having fun. It was an adventure, a tranquil yet daring nighttime exploration, far from the Café. There were no fences along this trail, no paving, and this track seemed barely used even by those that dwelled here. It was as close to nature as one could get - without, he thought with a wry smile, taking this Lucario into a bed with him.

He chuckled at that bad joke, still following the dim, familiar shape of his guide as they passed under a few low-branches, trekking into a dark tunnel of foliage. More raindrops pattered over both of them as the canopy closed in - Nature barely bowed his head to get through, but Zephyr had to almost crouch. Shadows surrounded them on all sides now, just occasional rays of the moon tumbling through the dense leaves to light their path. He found himself staring at the Lucario's rear, how it swung left and right, as the two of them emerged from the small tunnel into a small, flat grove beneath large trunks and surrounded by dense bushes. Even here, far from the Café and his job, Nature was putting one paw in front of the other in a neat, orderly fashion. Zephyr smiled, watching the tail sway as he walked through the short grass, watching how every part of that body moved in perfect sync. He was left staring and wondering; his mind wandered to previous nights, to other waiters and customers of that lust-filled Café. How many had taken this seemingly innocent Lucario to a bed? What salacious thoughts arose behind that sweet smile? How did he get to be here?

Nature turned around then, paws clasped once again behind him. Zephyr let his gaze wander up that body slowly, before resting on the face with that smile. So warm, so hopeful. Hopeful that he'd like this place? He wondered...

Zephyr's reverie was so deep, his mind so distracted, that he didn't notice what was happening until warm, wet air rolled across his back. He turned around in surprise-

Two large, deep red lights flared from the darkness. They hurt! For a moment, he was almost blinded by how bright they were. With a yelp of surprise, he staggered back, away from whatever it was and towards Nature. Screwing his eyes half-shut, he held up a paw to shield the sudden glare, and another one out in front of the Lucario in a reflexive motion of wariness.

"You were right."

The voice was low, drawn out, and as if made by a mouth not used to such a mode of speech. It was also coming from right in front of him. Zephyr took his hand away, squinting.

Though the lights had now dimmed, they still glowed a dark red that illuminated off nearby rocks and plants. He could see now that they had actually been eyes; two great eyes of a snake, whose head was almost as big as his torso. Its expression was of interest, but with the edge of a frown, creating the idea in Zephyr's mind of a museum curator poring over a new donation. Small scales across the pointed snout gleamed almost purely in that crimson glow; the moon's light had trouble reaching underneath the tree that hung over them like some giant's grasp. Still, though, he could tell that those scales were green. Ah - a Serperior....

There was a moment that the two were regarding each other. Damn, Zephyr thought, a paw still half-raised warily as he peered at the creature before him. With a head like that, how big was the rest of it? And why here? He could speak too - did he come from elsewhere or does he just live in these woods?

Zephyr flicked his eyes down as the snake's long, forked tongue tasted the air. He was acutely aware right now that he wasn't the only one doing some examining - those eyes seemed to dig deep into him...

"Are you a wolf?" The Serperior asked. The accent was a bit clearer this time - it was almost... oriental?

"Wolf...?" Zephyr asked, taken aback.

"The last... stranger to come through my woods claimed to be a wolf. Are you one too?"

Zephyr frowned, opening his mouth slowly. He cast a glance back at Nature, who was further under the large tree, head bowed low, body held uncertainly and worriedly. He turned back to the Serperior. "No, uh... Fox."

"Foxxx..." the Serperior said, drawing out the sound. "Kyukon..." The word was uttered under his breath. There was something unsettling about how it was said - enough to send a shudder up Zephyr's back...

Casting another glance at Nature, he stood up straighter, planting his feet against the wet grass. He cleared his throat. "My name is Zephyr, an-"

"You're late." The Serperior grumbled over him as the head moved past Zephyr, sliding towards Nature who cowered further towards the tree. The Lucario's eyes widened in... was that fear?

Zephyr's body was still running on an adrenaline high from the shock - his inner instincts looking for a threat, making him feel that something wasn't right around here, and the Lucario's reaction wasn't doing anything to change that; Nature stood there with paws grasping worriedly at his tail, large eyes staring almost pleadingly into the snake's. Zephyr took a quick instant to take in what he could see of the newcomer.

The Serperior was still partly hidden, from what he could tell. Behind that large head, the body thinned briefly for the neck. The two dark-green extensions that curled from its back were just shadows, and behind them the body grew thicker, much thicker than his, and was lost into the hedges at the edge of the grove. What was that, about ten feet in length, maybe twelve that he could see? It loomed unsettlingly over him, making him want to take a step back, away. This was a large Serperior, indeed.

Another thought splashed through his mind like an errant raindrop. A big, male Serperior. Hm - maybe it wasn't _just_adrenaline that was coursing through his body. A smile tried to pull at his lips. He quelled that thought, just for the moment...

"I'm sorry," Nature stammered, his paws squeezing his tail. He was staring down at the ground. "I had to stay until the end of my shift. I can't be absent so many times, I... I did say..."

The Serperior's head was barely inches from the Lucario's. The size difference was much greater here, and the Serperior was using it to its full advantage. Nature seemed very small - too small. Something awoke inside Zephyr. Before he could stop himself, he was moving in.

"Nature does good work at the Café."

The next moment, the Serperior was staring at him. The eyes still had that dim glow, but the expression was one of surprise, even slight amazement. Zephyr slowly clenched a fist, buoyed by the adrenaline before as he continued.

"He came as soon as his shift was over - the moment it was, actually." He recalled the Lucario being very certain of the time, not leaving until the afternoon shift was done. He'd found it cute, at the time. "Don't punish him for it."

There was silence for a moment. The Serperior's head drew slowly backwards, eyelids lowering as Zephyr found himself inspected once more. "Who are you...?" He asked, eventually.

Zephyr found himself on solid ground with the question. "My name is Zephyr. I'm-"

"Do you work at the Café?"

Zephyr paused before responding. "Well... no, but-"

"Do you own any of this forest?"

"No, I don't think anyone-"

"And do you know who I am?"

That question sent a cold, creeping sensation through his chest. Rarely was that a question that bode well for the following conversation. Still, he took a breath. "I've not been told, no, but-"

"Then what makes you think you can tell me what I can and cannot do?"

Zephyr took in a couple of deep breaths. The Serperior had drawn himself up, head much higher than Zephyr was now, and those eyes now seemed to drive into him all the fiercer. He glanced Nature, who was standing back against the tree. The poor Lucario - was he shaking...?

He cleared his throat, putting his paws back behind his back. Another tactic, then. "I don't know who you are, no - but I'm willing to find out. I'm sorry if I said anything wrong!" He forced a smile, and extended a paw. "I'm Zephyr, like I said."

He stood there for a few seconds. His fingers twitched. He watched the Serperior look down at his paw, and then back up, making Zephyr suddenly realise that snakes rather lacked in the appendages department. He laughed to himself, lowering it. "And you are...?"

"As if it could be so easily forgotten." The Serperior muttered quickly. The unease from earlier returned, but Zephyr stood where he was, waiting. Eventually, the snake turned, moving back towards Nature with slow, deliberate movements. Those eyes were half lidded again, and a smile once more spread across his lips.

"Despite your lateness, you did well," he said to Nature. The words were slow and measured. "You brought him as I requested. You've done as you were told...."

There was a ripple through the Lucario - his body language changed very slightly but very quickly. His feet were only just further apart, the end of his tail twitched as his paws stopped grasping it quite as tightly, and a smile grew on his muzzle. "Thank you..."

Zephyr looked between the two. Was that... even a blush in his ears...? He blinked, refocusing. Somehow, he wasn't fully satisfied by the turnaround.

"Tell it who I am..." The Serperior said, looking away casually. Nature swallowed, smiling over at Zephyr.

"This... this is my Master. His name is..." He glanced up at the snake, as if seeking permission.

"Master Kusa..." The Serperior breathed.

Nature nodded. "I'm his pet. I do whatever he commands..."

Zephyr took a slow, methodical step backwards, shifting his weight unconsciously. "What... kind of master? As in, an arrangement of-"

"Tell it about the first time we met." Kusa said loudly, cutting him off. The forest around them suddenly seemed to be very quiet. Zephyr bit his lip.

Nature, meanwhile, just continued to smile. "I was walking through the forest. It was warm."

"You wandered into my world..." Kusa said, guiding him.

"He chased me. He caught me, and bound my paws..." The smile began to falter on the Lucario's lips.

Kusa nudged the Lucario suddenly, moving his head back. Nature turned, facing away from Zephyr, looking up at the Serperior. Zephyr looked up and down Nature's back, at the slowly wagging tail, at how the ears twitched.

"Tell the story, pet..." Kusa muttered, quietly again. Those eyes glimmered red once more. "Remember how you served me that first time...."

Nature didn't turn, continuing to stare away from Zephyr. "He gave me love... and care... and attention. He showed me what I could be, what I should be. I couldn't move - but he still let me service him, take care of what he wanted...."

Zephyr felt that same cold shiver from before. It was like a boulder tumbling down a mountainside; unstoppable, unignorable. Something was certainly wrong here. "Nature, are you okay?" He shifted his weight forwards slowly, staring, not daring to blink just yet.

"He let me give him such happiness...." Nature's words were spoken almost breathlessly.

"Nature?"

He looked to Kusa; the snake's smile seemed darker, harsher than before. Zephyr frowned, walking slowly forwards, each foot carefully placed on the ground as he moved to the side of them. "Nature...?"

He stopped. Now he stood to the side, he could see that Nature wasn't just standing still; he wasn't moving at all. Not a twitch of a finger, not a sway of the tail. But that wasn't as unsettling as his eyes; unblinking, motionless, and so blank...

"You heard that?" Kusa said with an air of smugness. "I am her Master. I can treat her how I see fit, and she enjoys it."

"What have you done to him?" Zephyr asked, placing his feet apart again, ready to act.

"She is in her own memories. See how she smiles. She is happy. She will be rewarded soon with my care...."

"Release him." Zephyr said. His heart pounded in his chest - this wasn't right. He just wanted out of here, and he wanted Nature to come with him. "He was happy before, so just release him."

"Why do you tell me what to do still?"Kusa hissed. His words were quiet, and his eyes didn't move from Nature's, but there was a quiet harshness in there that made the hackles on Zephyr's neck rise. "Do you not learn...?"

"Release him...."

"Do you demand...?" Kusa's expression was changing to sharp concentration now.

Zephyr swallowed. This was it. All he had to do was answer in the right way, and he knew that both Nature and himself would leave today peacefully, unharmed, and safe.

But there were principles. Zephyr knew that. He knew they had to be stuck by.

He clenched his fists. His legs bent gently as he subconsciously lowered his centre of mass. He levelled his gaze at the snake before him. "Yes. I demand, because I think it's the best for him." Though maybe not for me. He shoved away that thought, trying to measure his breathing.

For a moment, there was silence, even in the surrounding forest. Not even a distant cry of a distant Pokémon through the trees. The air was still; time stretched out.

He suddenly became aware of how his heart pounded. The sound surrounded him, filled his ears. Quick, heavy beats. The powerful grasp of fear clutched his insides, but he dared not to look away, to back down...

"Good." Kusa said, finally. His lips drew back into a smile. "I admire courage." Behind that large head, the body shifted, as if settling down, relaxing.

Zephyr's heart still pounded, but it was different now; muted. He'd answered correctly after all...? Slowly, he rose up to full height again.

Kusa tilted his head to one side. "Makes it more fun."

Suddenly, Zephyr's world span. It was a whirl of red and teal and green, a blurred kaleidoscope of the forest around him. His ankles blazed with pain; they'd been forced together somehow, trapped; he couldn't move them! He tried to cry out, to shout, but wind whipped away the sound the moment it left his mouth. Where was down? Where was up? Hell, where was anything right now!? Soil smashed into his face, and then branches snapped over his body. Wet leaves slapped into him - he reached out to grab something, but in the confusion it was lost, whatever he'd grabbed scraping out of his fingers - and then warmth, warmth around his wrist. That momentary spark of hope and sanctuary disappeared quickly the moment he felt it tightening too, just like on his ankles.

Then the world ceased its turmoil. His head still span, and his body was aching, but at least whatever had happened had stopped. He opened his eyes-

Kusa glared at him; a powerful, unsavoury leer. In that instant, Zephyr realised the full size of the Serperior he had opposed; the dark green coils seemed to go on forever, winding around branches and clumps of leaves, down as a coil and back through itself. It was like a magic-eye puzzle, a picture of a knot of rope with no end; so much so that sometimes, he couldn't tell whether what he could see was canopy or snake hide. He couldn't decipher it... and any effort to try would mean taking his eyes off that face, that glowering face that unsettled him to his core.

He tugged at his wrist and ankles again. He knew what it was now; that snake's body coiling around him in an impossibly powerful grip, unshakable...

"You can stop struggling." Kusa said, matter-of-factly, his words edged with an unsettling hiss.

"The hell I will!" Zephyr gasped, and then lunged with his free arm at his bound wrist, forcing himself to tear his gaze from Kusa as he did so.

The very end of the snake's tail was around his arm, and large, thick leaves covered most of his normally brown fur. He grabbed it with his free hand and pulled; fueled by that adrenaline that was now coursing through him, he managed to wrench it off. He tugged his hand free from the undulating hide at the same instant.

Past that, he hadn't figured a plan - and in the brief moment of uncertainty, the coil at his legs yanked him away, his world spinning with green once again. A branch hit his face, and he spluttered at the taste of leaves and blood, before he focused again on Kusa's now upside-down head. Gravity had inverted itself, and he dangled from the snake's coil like a ragdoll. Blood began to rush to his head instantly.

Kusa leered at him. "It is pointle-"

Zephyr unsheathed the claws on his feet and dug them into the snake's thick hide. The slight ripple of a surprised reaction was all he needed, and he jerked his body, freeing one leg. A kick freed the other one, and immediately gravity yanked him downwards. He attempted to right himself in mid-air, but something grasped him around his thigh, sending him spinning.

"Stop this!" Kusa hissed, the sound spiraling around his head as he fell. The coil at his thigh was tightening quickly, and he brought up his other leg to kick at it. He felt how warm and hard it was, how impenetrable the scales were, but oh, oh he would get through them!

He kicked again and again as he started to swing. The coil just tightened further - his trapped leg tingled with the loss of blood, muscles and bones aching as they were quickly constricted. Again and again he attacked that coil, but each one just felt more and more fruitless than the last! Gasping, he clenched his teeth and hauled his body up, and wrapped his arms around the coil.

Kusa's hiss grew, surrounding him. It was a hiss filled now with annoyance, irritation, and it cut into his mind - though now, it only fueled him on. He pulled at the coil, digging his claws in for grip. Still, he didn't cut through the scales, but he could feel give! The coil wasn't as tight! Flying through the air on the coil, he pulled again, his shoulders screaming with the effort as he tried to pry it off his le-

_SLAM!_His left arm exploded with pain as it met a tree trunk. The white noise of rustling leaves accompanied a triumphant change in the tone of the hiss. Zephyr released the coil, clutching instinctively at his arm - just as the coil released him.

Air whipped at him as he tumbled, freefalling in blackness, away from the tree trunk. He had no idea of knowing how high up he was, how many trees there were around him - hell, he couldn't even focus long enough to look above him, and if he was high enough up in the canopy to see the sky! He just fell in a dark, terrifying void, with the only accompaniment being pain and that hiss.

He lashed out at anything, anything that could break his fall - and his fingers closed around thin, scaly hide. The end of Kusa's tail! He felt the blunted green tip whipping back and forth. A plan came to mind in an instant, and though it was dirty, he was desperate. The moment he got a hold, still swinging through the air, he pulled it to his maw and bit down, hard.

Immediately that hiss grew louder; a satisfying, seething sound. He didn't let up as air rushed around him, biting down harder still, scrunching his eyes shut, but he couldn't quite penetrate that hide. Harder, harder, he must almost...!

He reached the apex of the swing, and suddenly, Kusa's tail wrenched itself free. His teeth grasped and ripped something- he felt a sap-like residue in his mouth as he began to fall once again. Before he could consider anything, a large branch hit him right on the shoulder, flipping him over before another strike caught his chest. Dazed and with pain from multiple places now, he fell limply into the darkness - and landed right on more warm, scaly hide.

"F-"

In an instant, the snake was upon him, wrapping its long, powerful body around his stunned, prone form. It was over half a metre thick; it didn't take long before Zephyr was cocooned in an unending spiral or winding, writhing coils, trapping his arms by his sides, and his tail uncomfortably caught between his legs. He struggled, pulling left and right, but it was pointless. His motions were cut short, and his claws only able to catch themselves on his own fur. Above him, red lights flickered in the darkness, and slowly those two eyes loomed over him like a demonic omen.

And that's when he flicked an ear to a distant noise. Somewhere far below both of them, behind several barriers of foliage, Nature's voice sounded alone and small.

"Zephyr?" The plaintive cry didn't even echo from the thick trunks. "Master?"

"You hear her..." Kusa rumbled in front of him. Zephyr looked up at that pair of eyes, and shivered at how they glared....

"Are you two still there...?" Nature's voice was a little closer this time.

"You like her, yes?" Kusa mused. "You walk into my forest with her at night. You like her. And you trust her. You want to fuck her too, yes...?"

Zephyr tried to pull again with his paws, but his arms were pinned completely. He stared defiantly at his captor.

"But I like her too. And I deserve her."

"Why?" Zephyr finally managed to talk. He was surprised at how his voice croaked; he realised how restricted his neck was by one of the coils.

Kusa went quiet. Those eyes narrowed.

"Because I am _better_than her...." Another nasty hiss. "And better than you. Look at you, caught with no chance of escape. All you could do is scratch a leaf...!"

Kusa's tail appeared before him, cast into a red silhouette. One of the large, dull leaves that sprang from it now had a jagged edge; leaf sap, sticky and musty, dripped off in long, gleaming strands.

"I must say that I am _not_impressed."

"Master...!" Nature's voice called again. It seemed further away now.

"You want to call out to her, tell her to run, don't you?" Kusa's voice was almost spitting the words. Zephyr opted to remain silent. That possibility had crossed his mind. "Tell me, what would it do? Maybe she'd get out of here, maybe she would escape the one who lives and roams this forest. I laugh at the idea. Ha. Ha. Ha."That laughter was disjointed, broken. He leaned forwards. "If you do, then I will think of you as stupid. Idiotic. You do not want to imagine what I do to those who I find... unworthy."

Zephyr's ears twitched. Suddenly, he was acutely aware of just how _silent_the surrounding forest was....

"If_she_were to know..." Kusa's words were quiet now, but each one sent a shiver through him. "It would hurt her so much. She would not understand the necessity. And she would run, and I would have... to hunt."

Zephyr swallowed. He could feel his heart beating against his constricted chest. His body was blazing in the all-encompassing heat - he couldn't move, and something was convincing him not to speak...!

"She may escape." The snake said. The words were spoken like a casual agreement. "She may. But... you..."

Kusa leaned in closer. Zephyr's muzzle was inches from that large snout.

"You would not." Again, the words had been spoken like it was a mere fact.

Zephyr became very aware of every breath, of every beat of his heart. He scraped his claws against his fur, but even that simple motion made the coils around him suddenly squeeze harder. He was only able to suppress a whimper as the thought of escape began to seem more and more like a fantasy...

"But I will save you if you do this..." Kusa's voice was like unsheathing metal now; it sent a shiver down his spine, and heralded nothing good. "And be sure. This is an honour that I offer."

Kusa pulled his head back, his voice stern and bitter. "I will not harm the girl. And in return, you must give me your body and I will use it for pleasure."

Zephyr opened his mouth-

"And..." Kusa interjected, the coils tightening. His arms ached with pain. "You must pretend that it is pleasure for you also. For her. Make her believe." The snake even made it sound like he was making a reluctant concession.

Zephyr stared up at Kusa. He wanted to say no. He wanted to fight, to destroy this tyranny. Nature was used to the forest, and knew a way out! He could escape easily - Zephyr was sure he could distract the snake for long enough, but...

But... the forest. The forest was _quiet._Pokémon had learnt to avoid this place, to avoid a snake that was unsettlingly big, because otherwise...

Kusa's voice raised, those eyes staring deep into his. "Accept me as better, and take your place below me this night - and when you have done that, I will let you go free with my pet. If you continue to be a petulant small Pokémon, then..."

Kusa's words trailed off. A hiss slid around Zephyr; warm air encompassed his head.

"So I ask you again." Kusa stated shortly. The words were slow, methodical, and those lips moved and twitched with each deliberate syllable.

"Do... you... demand?"

Zephyr's heartbeat sped up again. He couldn't drag his eyes from the snake. Anger had gripped him, and so had a need for justice, but right now, fear reigned. Right now, fear had him trapped in bigger coils than this snake ever could...

"Time to decide." Kusa whispered as well as a large snake could - and then, the coils disappeared.

Zephyr's heart leapt into his mouth as he dropped. The red eyes spiralled out of view, his body spreading out, world whirling shades of black and splashes of green and red, and-

He landed on the ground almost immediately. He'd been no more than a few metres up all this time. His paws grasped dirt, and his body ached from how he'd fallen and the injuries Kusa had inflicted - stabs and tingles from his shoulders and legs. Rubbing his wrist, he pushed himself up, kneeling in the darkness.

Nature stood before him, wide eyed. His tail was in his paws again, which he was grasping uncertainly. Zephyr had heard the gasp of surprise - and now could swear he could hear the rapid heartbeat inside the Lucario's lithe chest. Shock was pictured on the Lucario's face.

Zephyr breathed slowly. His paws shook. His mind was tearing itself one way or another, his body wracked with a decision between morals and self-preservation. Tell Nature, and Kusa would attack. Nature may get away, but he would have to face down the snake with nothing to protect him but his ideals - and what were ideals here? Especially when all he had to do was submit; one night and then he could go, broken but safe, with Nature alongside. He felt himself quivering as he kneeled on the soft, muddy ground, staring at the young waiter before him...

From deep down inside him, from his deepest core, a voice began to shout above the turmoil. An answer. _The_answer. The answer he would give, despite the rest of this internal, mental tempest screaming at him that it was wrong...

It was only then that he noticed; the reason he could see was because the scene was once again illuminated in a glowing red light.

He stood up.

He turned around.

Zephyr looked into the incandescent furnaces of pure, unfiltered power. Kusa's glare was so intense that it seared through his retina and into his mind, delving into his thoughts. For a moment, it was almost like there was not two separate entities; what was he, in the face of this...? Dimly, he could almost see tendrils - light upon light - seeping from those glowing pits and reaching towards him.

His mind... stumbled.

"Zephyr?"

And then, the effect was gone in an instant. Kusa's eyes no longer shone like beacons; they merely gave of a dim, diffuse crimson glow. Two black pupils focused on him.

Zephyr held his breath.

"Zephyr...?" It was Nature's voice, once again. The tone struck his heart.

Zephyr suddenly managed to exhale. A tingle spread to his fingertips. His thoughts were almost blank; whatever he'd been thinking before, good or bad, had been replaced by a single decision. He could conceive of nothing else.

Slowly, a smile found his muzzle.

"It's okay." Heslowly kneltdown on the ground once more, and then stared up at the stern face of Kusa above him. "We were just testing each other. A... play-fight. Everything's fine."

"And...?" Kusa's voice rumbled. Zephyr heard Nature jump in surprise behind him.

Zephyr swallowed before replying, and a smile slid fully across his muzzle now. "And... I want to pleasure him."

Nature's breathing was loud, quick... and then, when he spoke again, it sounded like he was smiling too. "I... I thought you would..." His paws fiddled with each other as his tail rose, wagging slowly behind him. "I thought you'd like each other..."

"Then we will start." Kusa's voice was even slightly lyrical. He looked down' Zephyr stared back into those eyes.

He knew what was meant by that look. To him it was a sharp command, an ultimatum, but to the snake it was a fact. Zephyr had to act like he wanted this. He had to give in, please the snake to his absolute best - and pretend he liked every moment of it. And worst of all, that look from the snake wasn't one of triumph - it was one satisfied that things were back in their natural order.

Zephyr quelled a shaking paw as around him, bushes and branches shook and complained.

They were surrounded by one long coil, stretching from Kusa's head right down the long, scaled body. Zephyr crouched, moving to the balls of his feet as that coil was tugged in from all sides. His fur brushed against Nature, and together, the two of them backed up as the circle they were held in got increasingly smaller and smaller...

Zephyr turned to where the snake was pushing them to. There, protruding from the snake's thick body, two large and wet cocks lay against each other. They shone, reflecting the light from Kusa's eyes, gleaming with the fluids from the slit they had been contained in. All down the length were blunt, fleshy barbs, the largest as big as Zephyr's own thumbs - they cast shadows on the veined texture of the shaft. From the end of each cock, two drips of pre were already turning the dirt below into a musty-smelling mud.

He glanced to his right. Nature was smiling, and a blush was strong in his ears; paws grasped each other as those eyes stared with a mix of adoration and hunger.

Zephyr turned back to those cocks. He swallowed. The apprehension in his chest made it difficult to breathe...

Nature was the first, reaching out to take the first cock, lifting it up. His eyes lidded, the nose twitching as the tip of the shaft slid over the end of his muzzle, leaving a thick, wet trail of pre through the blue fur. It undulated in his grip - Nature almost giggled at that. Then, with a slow, almost reverent pace, he opened his mouth and slid the very tip of the shaft inside, with a gentle pleased, excited hum...

Zephyr turned to the other shaft, which lay on the ground in a growing pool of its own expectation. It jerked as he watched it, bulging, growing even bigger. Bigger... it was already longer than his forearm...!

But he didn't need to turn around to know that those red eyes were upon him. He reached out, and slowly, curled his hands around it and lifted it up.

The flesh was hot and slippery in his paws. Pre had coated nearly the entire length, and as he held it more dripped down across his chest; he had to grip tighter as it jerked again, the veins dark in the red light as he held it up to his mouth. He could smell nothing now but the snake's musk; a warm, thick smell that made his fur stand on end, that made his paws quiver with dichotomy. After all, there were pheromones in that musk which were designed to stimulate arousal - and yet, silently, he fought it; he stared once more at the still-growing shaft in his paws.

Kusa's body thrusted forwards, the shaft jumping in his grip. Nature gagged beside him, the Lucario leaning back at the sudden motion. Zephyr knew what it meant, and slowly - reluctantly - he leaned in and slipped his muzzle over that soft, wet flesh.

It was different from any other cock he'd experienced. There was no foreskin here, just plain, hot sensitive flesh that slid easily over his fur. Instead of the typical hardness he was used to, this was soft, pliable; he could squeeze it with his lips. More slid inside with another thrust, and he realised that the softness just meant that it was easier to press in - his mouth was full already with the tip, which pulsed and throbbed far more than any he'd ever taken. He could feel it twitching, pressing up against his cheek, and a spurt of pre coated the back of his tongue. He coughed, but when he leaned back Kusa's body came too, never letting his muzzle off that shaft.

His eyes opened, and he stared at just how much he had left to fit inside him. His eyes went wide; was it still inflating...?

And then something pressed at his head - some other coil of the snake. Before he could react, he was shoved forwards onto the shaft. It slid into his throat quickly, forced down! He gagged, retched, but it was too fast to counter - before he could even scrabble at the mud below him, much more of that cock had forced its way into his tight muzzle, a muzzle way too small to take it. He choked at the sudden lack of air as the more of those large, fleshy barbs slipped inside, jutting against his cheeks and the roof of this mouth, just making it even harder to move at all. Kusa had him effectively trapped; the coil behind him meant no moving back, the barbs prevented him from shaking his head from side to side, which only left...

The bastard....

Zephyr's vision was already spiralling with catherine wheels of asphyxiation by the time that he'd reached half way. His throat hurt with the sheer amount that it had to contain, and every jerk and throb just amplified it. Kusa's body rippled, giving a sudden tug, pulling those barbs against his mouth. He instinctively tried to grunt in shock, but all he managed to do was tighten his throat.

Something slipped around his chest, something scaly. The cold, flat feeling of leaves gave away Kusa's tail, winding around his body once, then up around his neck, then to his head. He saw it now, coming into view as it slid up and around his muzzle, despite how blurry his vision was becoming...

And then it _yanked_him backwards. The cock began to slide from his muzzle in a long, drawn-out motion that only heightened how uncomfortable the entire entrance had been. His throat burned with each passing barb, and the first sound he made once the blunt tip was finally pulled from his throat was a hoarse gasp for air. Tears of exertion welled at his eyes, and he fall forwards, putting a hand out against Kusa's hide for support as he panted heavily.

His eyes refocused, and he stared at that cock. Those barbs seemed to dance as the entire length quivered with a no-doubt mix of pleasure and exhilaration.

Beside him, Nature gasped. He turned, watching the Lucario smiling happily at the shaft before him - he was rubbing it with his paws, making wet_schlck schlck_noises above his panting. Nature turned to look at Zephyr...

It was amazing. This small Lucario was actually enjoying it. Even as pre and saliva slipped from his muzzle, jaw hanging open from how it no-doubt ached. Even as he removed a paw from the cock to absent-mindedly rub at his throat, sore from the experience - this Lucario was doing it of his own free will...

Zephyr swallowed, and turned his gaze away, back to the shaft. He didn't need to say anything right now. He just had to keep this up, to pretend to enjoy it. He lifted the tip once more to his lips, and took a deep breath...

The second time was harsher than the first. The moment that wet, hot tip touched the inside of his mouth, the coil behind him forced him forwards. He squeezed his eyes shut, not wanting nor needing to look as the shaft speared right down into his throat once more. It was definitely bigger, and those barbs seemed to press with much greater effect now. He could feel it pulse and throb as Kusa began moving him, those coils wrapped around his body providing more than adequate leverage. Leverage? His entire body was being controlled....

Zephyr thought he'd reached his limit as he was forced down to half way, his jaw burning with the size - but Kusa had other plans. Inch after inch was shoved past his lips, that long serpent body quivering and shaking and jerking with every last bit it fit into him. Zephyr couldn't cry out, couldn't gag with the shaft so far into him. He felt every pulse and every throb of new blood as even now it continued to swell inside him, and every time he thought his limit had been reached, that cruel snake just shoved him further down, further down...!

And in front of him, the shaft bulged even further. A large, spherical behemoth of a knot, waiting to be serviced too...

His lungs were screaming at him for air again. He tried to cough, but that too had been suppressed. What he saw became vaguely incandescent and blurred, the shine on the knot gleaming as asphyxiation began to claw at him once more. He pushed his body back, one paw scrabbling at the coil around his torso to give some indication. Those coils began to relax, and gratefully, needily, he pulled his head back an inch-

His body was thrown_forwards once more. That shaft burned his throat as it was shoved deeper, and he could only imagine how his neck must bulge now with the sheer size! The knot met the end of his muzzle, but still Kusa seemed not to want to stop just yet - that body still undulated and jerked, thrusting and grinding with wet slippery sounds against him. Zephyr's eyes rolled back, his vision filled with green and purple explosions. He felt light-headed, he couldn't hold onto a thought for more than a few seconds - by the time he'd started one, another one had come to mind, but they all spiralled around a whirlpool of a need for air and relief. His fingers were numb - he was surprised to focus his vision enough to see them scrabbling at the hide of the snake, so close now, just beyond that bulging knot. His claws were unsheathed and he was scraping fruitlessly at the dull green scales. If only he could feel it. The thought surfaced that at least this spreading numbness meant the pains and aches were slowly lessening. But that wasn't totally true, because his throat still _burned...!

Surely, this must be enough! Surely, he must stop! Again and again he thought this, but each passing second just brought Kusa once again grinding that knot against his lips, barely making any progress in fitting it in. Some things were just too big, and Zephyr could feel it just growing bigger around him, inside him. And yet, that pink flesh pressed against his nose, squashed and wet, smelling of nothing but that forest-tinted musk. So hot, pulsating and moving so insistently as it was forced against his fur. Bigger... bigger still...

Bigger... so much bigger. He floated now in a thin sea of consciousness, a mere viewer in a theatre of reality. The screen before him was blurred, a red-hued picture of the evil leviathan continuing its own ministrations on his near-absent form. Even the sounds - the grunts, the gasps, the hisses and the wet slaps - they became muffled. Another stream from the senses, so unimportant.

Oh, the numbness of his body. He could just feel some residual tingling from it, on his rear and his throat. How strange it felt, and how odd that he couldn't focus on it...

His mind drifted... _he_drifted...

And then...

His vision whirled back to him. For a moment, he could see nothing but golden fireworks; a harsh, sparkling white noise that covered his eyes. But he could feel the burning of his throat, and the aching of a body that felt like it had been used as a scabbard. He felt grass under his arms, and realised that gravity had changed direction, meaning that he must be facing the ground now. He couldn't feel the coils on his body any more, though _something_was pressing along his side. He curled up, groaning, as slowly his vision cleared up and the sounds around him ascended from muffled grunts all the way to words.

"He's big, isn't he...?" It was Nature speaking, and with that beautiful, lyrical voice. "Sorry... I know it's a lot to handle..."

Zephyr coughed at the ground, taking in painful lungs of air. How could that Lucario still speak? He grabbed at clods of dirt, trying push himself back up. There was that pressure on his hips, warm and wet....

He managed to right himself. There, the shaft lay across him now, wet and glistening and larger than ever. This must be full size, he thought to himself. It must be. It was almost as long as his arm, and far, far thicker...! How could it get any bigger!?

Nature had the other one grasped in his paws, and was nuzzling down the length, which trailed over his head and was leaking pre down his back. "Enjoying it?"

Zephyr was still fighting for enough breath. His throat seared with pain. He coughed again, pushing himself to his knees.

"Pleasure the knot." Kusa ordered, from somewhere above him. The words were harsh and quick. "Pleasure the knot now."

Zephyr stared down at the shaft again. For half a second, he hesitated... and then, with one paw, he lifted the heavy length and pulled his head down the base.

The knot was for too big to ever fit in his muzzle now. He held it in one paw, the other supporting the length, and ran his eyes along it. Veins crisscrossed the surface, running beneath the patches of shine where Kusa's eyes were reflected in the thin film of pre and saliva across the surface. At least there were no barbs on it.

A coil found Zephyr's back, and he knew his time for stalling was up. Swallowing, he leaned down, and began to lick.

It tasted of little more than flesh, the only difference being a hint of leaf matter - floral, musty forest scents. In any other context it may even be pleasant, but as his tongue slid around it he could feel the coil roll against the back of his head. It was a reminder, a command to keep going, to not stop.

So he kept it up. One paw on the underside, curling and squeezing, rubbing those fingers up and down. The other drifted up and down the shaft, slipping around the barbs, trying to avoid them as best he could. And his tongue, lapping away at the knot, tasting that pre and the musk...

The surface was soft too, giving under his touch, but it was firming up. Soft for entry, hard when it came time to remove. Such was the nature of knots, after all - meant to keep a female in place until she had taken every last drop of seed. He'd always considered it arousing, but here it was so very different. He suppressed a whine and closed his eyes, wrapping his paws around the knot and continuing his work licking up and around it...

Nature was doing the same, he realised. He looked up, seeing the Lucario lapping with abandon, like a canine with a particularly fine meal. As he watched, Nature looked up too, and their eyes met. Zephyr forced a smile.

And then Kusa was moving. The shafts jumped, and were tugged away from their paws. There was a hiss from overhead, and Nature looked up at it. Zephyr kept watching the cocks warily as they slumped to the ground. He figured he already knew what was coming.

"Time for just the fox." Kusa leaned closer above them. Zephyr clutched at the ground, panting, his tail staying low. Oh, no...

Nature started to speak. "Zephyr, he wants to-"

"I kno-!" Zephyr started, then stopped midway, eyes wide. He was staring at the cocks. They were just so big, and those knots... but....

Kusa's breath rolled across the back of his neck. "Oh, are you excited...?" Each syllable slid across him like the lines of saliva running down his back. He fought to not shudder.

"I..." He said again, and found the energy to give a smile. He kneeled up. "I would love to..." He said, feeling a lump in his throat from just thinking of the words.

"Good..." Kusa's coils began to move over him again. "I'm happy that you do. In fact... you can take it all, if you _love_it...."

Zephyr clenched his eyes shut for the briefest of moments. Again, a turmoil of emotions inside him....

But this time, he couldn't dwell on them long; Kusa's tail wrapped itself around his torso once more, and he was picked up from the ground, hoisted into the air. For a moment, his limbs flailed in empty space; Kusa's eyes weren't bright enough to show up much of the ground below. By the time he saw it again, it was rushing up quickly, giving him a split-second to shut his mouth and close his eyes before his face the beginnings of a small scrubby bush, peeking out from under a fallen tree trunk. His nose was filled with the scent of leaf decay and dirt, and above him trees and branches squealed in protest at the moment of a large snake hanging from them.

A shaft slapped against his rear, and another one pressed into his back and slid to the side. He could feel the intense heat, every barb against his fur, and how it dripped onto him with its mixture of pre and saliva. He just prayed it would make adequate lube. The shafts jerked and throbbed with anticipation, and Zephyr forced his face against the wet, scratchy bark of the tree trunk. Kusa was working fast; he had so little time to prepare-!

Just as the tip lined up with this tailhole, Kusa stopped. Once again, hot breath against his neck. Zephyr found himself shaking with apprehension, his paws pulling at the short, weak branches of the bush under him.

"You made the right decision." Kusa whispered, the words barely more than undulations in a hiss. "Don't damage my forest."

And the snake thrust forwards.

He'd been hoping his previous time at Plaisir would have served to help him here, that perhaps the attentions of the large Arcanine the previous night would have kept him loose enough in his rear to make it easier. And maybe it had, maybe fate had smiled upon him there. But he didn't know, because whether it did or not, it hurt.

He was stretched far wider than was comfortable in the first instant, impaled by the snake's shaft. He cried out, scrabbling at the trunk before him, his mind encompassed by the burning white sensation. His hips were afire with the feeling, and he even found himself kicking the ground in futility.

"He enjoys it!" Kusa's voice was filled with hateful joy. "Good!"

Kusa thrusted in again, and again the intense pain, the sheer enormity of that shaft stretching him wide. His claws dug into the bark again, his teeth clenched as he tried not to cry out a second time. His entire body was shaking with the exertion now...!

And yet predictably, Kusa was not giving him any chance to adjust. The rhythm of thrusting continued with the painful, relentless pace it started with. Each stroke in forced him forwards, stretching his rear unbelievably wide, making his legs spasm and his mind sear with nothing else. And then, on the reverse stroke, the barbs would catch on his insides - never penetrating, never breaking skin, but each one tugging and pulling so that it was suddenly a hundred sensations of being violated once more. The tail that still coiled around his chest kept him firmly in place, but right now there was no need - he couldn't force himself to pull off the shaft and subject himself to those barbs so willingly, and each thrust just threw his face against the tree trunk.

Zephyr realised it quickly. Every aspect of this, every action revealed Kusa's intentions; to subjugate him, to grind him down, make him feel like nothing while the vile snake slithered above as king of the forest. A rightful place; that's what that monster must be imagining right now.

The thrusting grew more frenzied. Zephyr could feel the tail moving now, winding around him, his stomach pressing into the scales - wait, his stomach was doing the pressing...? He reached down with a paw....

Oh, gods. He was just cognizant above the pain of the experience to realise. Every thrust was making his stomach bulge with the shaft, the sheer size straining against the fur. He could feel it at the apex of each stroke, pressing against his insides, a gratuitous show of sheer size and power...!

That tail was still moving though, going right up to his neck, coiling around his defenseless form. He felt one slip over his muzzle, and in the darkness he was just able to see the jagged edge of the leaf he'd bitten slip into view. That must have been no accident. The snake was taunting him, showing what little effect he had inflicted during that entire fight.

As if it could be worse! Once again, he was thrown against that trunk, paws quivering and shaking as Kusa continued the relentless pounding. He could hear the hissing now, a constant drone of smug satisfaction mixed with exertion. Thrust after thrust, stab after stab of pain - oh gods, he could feel it! He could feel the knot, that astronomical weight against his rear now - fuck, how big was it!?

The coils tightened around his body suddenly. For a brief moment, Zephyr thought that the snake was nearing orgasm - but then, his body cried out as he was rolled onto his back. Those many, many barbs inside him dragged along his underside, pulling and tugging at his flesh, making him spasm and jolt against the binds of Kusa's tail.

His back hit the damp ground, and his eyes shot open in shock. Above him, Kusa's expression was a picture of sadistic glee, and those lights still glowed their dull red with pupils mere slits inside them. They stared at one another, enemy against enemy, towering triumph against crushed defeat...

And then the next thrust forced the knot against Zephyr's rear. He yelled out again, trying to arch his back against the constricting coils. The shaft was too much for his body to take, but it was nothing compared to this. Kusa began to grind and thrust and forced it forwards, the bulging orb barely giving enough to allow it to be shoved deeper and deeper. Zephyr shook; he could feel the very bones of his hips aching as they were shoved aside, stretched apart! That knot, that gigantic, impossible tie, was forced... through... one... last... bit...!

When that knot was finally shoved inside him, sparks flew in his eyes. He must have yelled, but he didn't hear it, his body overcome with the sensation. It wasn't even pain anymore - it was beyond that into a blanketing, overwhelming supernova of sensation focused on his rear! And oh, how that supernova throbbed and pulsated, ready to-

The coils constricted him, and Kusa yanked his whole body back. The knot strained at Zephyrs rear for a few seconds, tugged and pulled and strained far, far too much, before it was eventually pulled free along with several inches of shaft. Zephyr didn't scream his time - his throat was burning, hoarse. He managed the start of a gasp for air....

And then it was at his rear again. Fuck! Fuck, this snake, this forest abomination with two shafts almost as big as he was, had decided to_knotfuck_him!

He pulled at the coils, but of course, they were too tight. His body was curled over, head shoved against the bottom of the trunk, forced to stare at his stomach as it bulged and stretched with the sheer enormity of the shaft inside him. A knot too big, forced in and out, and each time his body screamed at him and his vision whirled, his mind swimming with a mix of disbelief and denial...!

He found himself looking up, past the coils and his stomach. There, almost silhouetted in front of Kusa's eyes, Nature was sitting cross legged on the tree trunk. He had Kusa's other cock in his paws, rubbing it quickly, and in a glimpse he could see how fast that tail was wagging with enthusiasm and delight...!

And here he was, trapped by this god-forsaken snake in both body and mind.

Over and over, that knot was forced in and out. As it did, he could feel it getting firmer - right on the edge of his perception, just over the numbness that was taking over his body like a gratefully accepted blanket. But while the pain in his shoulder and wrists from the fighting earlier was barely felt any more, not even this numbness could quell the feeling of what was happening to his rear, to his insides, as he was used over and over again....

Then he felt it. The throbbing, the pulsating, it all increased and began to build. Kusa's actions became sporadic and frantic, the hissing permeating the whole area. As the knot strained at his rear again he was shoved into the trunk, which gave way; a cacophony of cracks sounded as branches and bushes were broken underneath its weight. On top of it, Nature stumbled but just managed to remain upright, holding the jumping and jolting shaft in his paws.

"At him!" Kusa shouted suddenly above the din of cracking branches and needy, loud thrusts against the forest floor. "Cover him in my seed!"

Zephyr stared up, muzzle wide open, paws clenched at a coil that surrounded the bulge at his belly. Above him, Nature obediently pushed the tip of the shaft downwards...

The first rope of cum hit him full in the face. Thick, sweet, almost sap-like in its smell, it coated his nose and muzzle in just a single spurt. His nose filled with it, and he kept his mouth open for a hurried breath in just as the rest of it poured inside. Just as he felt the need to cough, the second rope hit, splashing seed across his head and spattering the nearby plants. Each one had been far more than any conventional load... and this snake... had two shafts...

He could feel it. Normally, he could only feel how a cock pulsed and throbbed with orgasm, the jump with each spurt - but no, this time, he _felt_the cum spurting out. A hammer blow to his insides with the sheer force, rope after rope filling him up. He couldn't see it happen - the seed from Kusa's second shaft now covered his head, his eyes tightly shut with a thick layer of semen covering it (and quickly growing) - but he could feel his belly swelling with the amount. Too much! Too much, too much...!

And when that knot finally slammed home into him, he felt himself almost passing out. His insides blazed, incandescent with the feeling of being filled and pumped full, while that other shaft still covered his body.

He could smell nothing, taste nothing, feel nothing but that terrible snake's seed. The sounds of the the snake's violent orgasm filled his ears, a crescendo of broken branches and actual audible spurts.

Cum dripped from his belly and from his head. It pooled around his ears and tail, a flora-based scent mixing with dirt and leaf litter. It was almost intoxicating - it was almost beyond belief, but right now, he would believe that this snake could do anything. Because right now, this snake was utterly, totally in control - and Zephyr was his.

By the time the snake's orgasm had died down, and the cum from the shaft above him was merely a comparative trickle, his body was exhausted. He couldn't even lift his arms, and every last sensation that remained was something he didn't want to feel. If his brain was a control room, its was one where most of the workstations had blown out from an overload, and those that remained were flashing red on every panel. But no sirens though; that would imply a call to action. This was merely a reminder of the unchangeable.

Zephyr lay on the ground, broken, in a pool of reptilian seed. He drew in short, gasping breaths, and occasionally his body gained enough energy to give a reflexive shudder.

After a length of time that he was only dimly aware of the passage of, he felt himself being dragged backwards. The knot strained at his rear, but the coils at his body were sliding away rather than trying to pull him off. He left the floor - limbs dangled helplessly as, supported only by that knot, he was lifted high into the air.

Semen dripped off him in huge, thick globs. He felt each one fall from his sodden fur, and slowly, he was able to lift a single paw to rub at his eyes, freeing them from the clinging seed. His body wracked with exhaustion, he blinked twice as he opened them, the world forming around him...

Kusa's head was held underneath him, the face once more wearing a stern, calculating expression. He was high above the ground; so high that it was just a black void beneath him without even the occasional streak of grey branches and leaves. Kusa's red-lit face was all that he saw.

After a moment, Kusa opened his mouth. The movement was like a glacier; slow, unstoppable and exuding raw power. Inside, there was only a faint gleaming of saliva before the dark pit of the snake's maw; black, unseen depths.

For a moment, Zephyr hung still above the chasm.

And then, Kusa closed his mouth just as slowly and as decisively as before. His eyes narrowed, and a dark tongue flicked out in a single, long hiss. Zephyr was lowered now, coming level with Kusa's lips.

"I think you are... adequate to leave now." The snake muttered. And then, the coil he was attached to was dropped to the ground, with him in tow.

His muzzle met dirt once again, filling his nose with the scent of leaf mould. He ached all over, from his arm where he'd been slammed into the tree trunk, to his shoulders where he had fallen - but nothing right now hurt more than his hips. He gritted his teeth to keep himself from growling. After all, he knew that it was yet to be fully over. After all... first....

Kusa's tail once more began to snake around his chest. Yes, of course. As if this snake would let him stick around for long, or let him adjust and prepare for it. The coils tightened as Kusa got a grip of his small, used body...

The knot was yanked free in one swift pull.

His vision went white, his muzzle stretched wide in agony. He gouged furrows into the wet dirt with his claws as that knot came completely free - only to be followed by those rows on rows of spines that pulled and tugged at the sensitive, beaten flesh of his insides. He probably flailed in pain, and by the time he became aware of his surroundings again, he was lying prone on his front with wide eyes and a mouth full of old grass.

Just dimly, ahead of him, he saw Nature standing still. He was smiling.

"It's bigger than you think, isn't it...?" He said, clasping his paws in front of him. Down his front, a thin trail of seed was just visible.

Zephyr panted harder, burying his head into the ground. His body was barely responding - fatigue clawed at the edges of his being. He just wanted to stay still forever, but at the same time, he could just feel the close vigil that the despicable creature was holding over them. He managed to push his arms under himself, and then found Nature there too, gently guiding him upright. His legs complained, but he had bigger things to worry about right now.

"Now, you two will leave." Kusa muttered from above them. Nature looked up; Zephyr kept his eyes to the ground, focussing on his breathing. It was better than anything else right now.

"I was hoping for a longer visit..." Nature was saying. It was with a voice so hopeful, too.

"No. Not tonight. Meet me here again in one week. And this time, do not be late."

Nature hesitated. Zephyr could feel how his muscles were tensing up. Then, a shiver of relaxation passed through that lithe form...

"Yes, Master. Thank you..."

And just like that, it was done. A gleam of relief was sparked in Zephyr's chest, a gleam that even began to reinvigorate him. He let go of the Lucario, focusing still on his breathing as he stood upright shakily.

Nature was walking away already. That rear swayed from side to side. The tail wagged happily, twitching left and right, left and right...

"Understand that this visit could have been longer." Kusa's voice came from right behind his head. "However, I think that was enough. You know your place."

He swallowed, and turned. The snake hung down from above; the glare it wore was harsh. Zephyr stared up at those terrible eyes.

"This is _my_forest, fox." Kusa continued in a voice just quiet enough for Nature not to hear. "I rule here, and its Pokémon are mine. You will remember that."

Those eyes. There was no madness in them, Zephyr noticed. No madness, nor insanity, nor any evidence of self-convincing rhetoric. This was a creature that utterly, without a shred of doubt, believed every last word that he was saying.

But that was not what worried Zephyr the most.

What worried him the most, was that he believed it too.

Fin