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THE BIG ARCANINE - RAIN DANCE

.30-06

Dark grey clouds covered the sky as a cool humidity set in on mid-afternoon Viridian Park. A buxom Zangoose woman walked along the concrete path towards the fountain plaza in the center of the park. She inhaled deeply, closing her eyes and smiling to herself as she tasted the petrichor. Zoe Falbor had loved thunderstorms since she was a little girl. As kids, she and her brother had sat huddled together in their room and watched the lightning and rain roll by through the double doors of their covered balcony in their family home on the Falbor Estate. It was a ritual she missed dearly, and since she had moved into the city, she found herself walking to the park whenever a storm was brewing in order to try and recapture the feeling of enjoying a storm on her old rural estate.

As Zoe approached the plaza, she remembered the other things she and her brother had done as kids, and her mind wandered to that strange vacation her parents had sent them on to the Sevii Islands. A warm feeling arose in her heart and her groin as she remembered the trip that had inadvertently brought the siblings closer than ever before, and a sullen coolness cleared her mind as she remembered the strange micro and what he had done to the two. She plopped her wide ass down on a bench once she reached the plaza and decided to simply take in the storm. She leaned back and smiled as a drop landed on her face. Her ear twitched to a small sound, a tiny whisper beneath her. She looked to her left and saw a micro couple, stuck on the edge of the bench, her derriere blocking the ladder to the ground.

The plainly appareled pair of Pikachu looked up nervously at the macro who had very nearly sat on them without a word. They could barely see over her black denim jeans that clung tightly to her thick thighs and butt, their eyes pointed up above her black tee and shredded, dark-grey tank top that both looked to be a size too small, if her burgeoning breasts had anything to say about it. They hung out over her tastefully plump belly and obscured most of her face from them from their angle as she turned to look at them, revealing a pair of half-lidded, tired-looking eyes surrounded by thick and apparently skillfully applied black eyeliner.

"Oh, I'm sorry!" Zoe exclaimed, "I didn't mean to almost sit on you!"

Before the couple had a chance to reply, they saw an indigo-clawed hand reach towards them as Zoe picked them up and held them above the ample cleavage that was being squeezed snugly by the size-too-small, low-cut shirts she wore. Her fingers wrapped around them firmly and their discomfort was made easily apparent in their faces as they grabbed onto Zoe's fingers and studded bracelet to try to pry themselves loose from her hand.

Zoe spoke, her tone unnerving but concerned "I hope I didn't hurt you! Are you alright?"

The female Pikachu replied, "Yes, ma'am, we're fine. Could you, uh, set us down now," as Zoe's eyes darted around the plaza she added, "so we can leave?"

Zoe smiled a sharp-toothed grin as her eyes settled back upon the duo in her palm, "Well, I'm so glad you're okay, otherwise this would have been awful..."

Before the micros could process her statement, they felt severe vertigo as they were jerked towards the soft crevasse beneath them and roughly shoved deep inside. Surrounded by musty white fur, they struggled instinctively against the darkness and pressure, panic settling over them almost immediately. Their voices were nothing but muffled whines that only Zoe could hear as she removed her clawed fingers from her cleavage, adjusting her breasts to squeeze the micros a little less.

Zoe felt more raindrops land on her head as she looked up, and thunder rumbled from nearby as she stood and inhaled deeply, enjoying the almost chilly breeze and the feeling of her captives' struggles between her tits. She smiled as she began the short walk home and they slowly became more desperate, air being a scarce commodity within the confines of her shirt. Their wiggling died down as she made her way down the sidewalk, and Zoe picked up her pace as the raindrops became harder to dodge. As she bounded up the stairs to the front door of her home, her breasts bounced up and down, driving her passengers wild again and eliciting a laugh from her. She gave them a nice squeeze as she entered the living room, kneading them gently as she walked down the hallway towards her room. The struggling was stifled to almost nothing as she squished her tits together.

Zoe entered her room and opened her window, reveling in the cool breeze that flooded in as she flopped supine onto her bed. She kicked off her slip-on shoes as she unbuttoned her jeans, sliding them and her panties off as her secret flopped upwards. She took a moment to stretch and relax, admiring her own slowly stiffening length as it finally engorged itself in the open air. Her dick had grown quite uncomfortable being tucked away as she had made her way home due to her wriggling prize. As she thought to them, she felt their struggles growing weaker again and sat up to remove her shirts, leaving her sitting on her bed sporting nothing but a black, lacy bra and a semi.

Zoe stood up from her bed and bent over, separating her breasts so that the micro couple tumbled to her bed, landing on the black sheets, gasping at the fresh air. She turned away from them and they crawled into each other's embrace as they looked over at the back of their captor, who was unhooking her bra. Her stubby tail waved lewdly over her mountainous ass, the white-furred cheeks giving the Pikachu duo vertigo again as it seemed to hang over them. Once they had caught their breath, however, the female began speaking.

"You bitch! Let us go right now! It's illegal to kidnap micros, and I'll have you know that when we get out of here, I WILL be pressing charges!"

Zoe simply ignored her, smirking to herself as she dropped her brassiere and padded to her dresser, retrieving a condom as she rubbed her throbbing member. She smiled grimly, turning to face the bed and the two micros gaped in awe at the sight before them. This time their eyes started on her face, still clad in now-streaky black makeup, but soon left that to pass by her mammoth tits, each one immaculately round and perky, with a nipple the size of their heads cresting both. As she watched them, their eyes moved down to her now bare belly, which swelled out, though not quite enough to hang unattractively from her frame, instead accentuating the curve of her hips and pubic mound. But it was the twitching pillar between the hips that their eyes lingered on the longest, now fully erect and seemingly eager for what was to come.

As the rain began to patter louder just outside the window, Zoe relished the shock on the two micros' faces, her smile widening as she walked towards them. Their eyes remained fixed on her throbbing pink cock as it stiffly bobbed with Zoe's sensual gait, and as she reached the edge of the bed she pushed her hips forward, giving them a little shake. The micros' followed the sway of her glans with their faces, only recovering from their moment when Zoe began to speak.

"Welcome to Casa de Zoe! You have one job, and one job only," Zoe's smirk became the same grin she had had when she initially caught them, "worship my cock until I cum. If you refuse your job..." she tilted her head and looked down at the micros as her smiled disappeared and her eyes narrowed, "...then perish." Lightning lit up the room and thunder roared from outside, as if to punctuate her statement.

"You monumental bitch!" the female Pikachu shouted, "Fuck you if you think we're going anywhere near that thing!"

The male Pikachu just stared, his eyes filled with fear and awe, "I-it's... easily three times... my height..."

Zoe smiled again, which only infuriated the female even more, "You dirty herm slut! Let us the fuck go, right FUCKING NOW!"

Zoe's glare snapped to the furious micro and she frowned, "Your situation just got a lot more complicated because of that."

Before she could react, the Pikachu woman found herself in Zoe's clawed fingers, the point of one of them digging harrowingly into her gut as another one slid down her back, scratching her, but not to the point of bleeding. She screamed in fury and confusion, and fought for all she was worth. As she felt her pants being tugged off, she realized that Zoe was stripping her and she redoubled her screams, calling for help now instead of insulting her captor. She suddenly felt something hot and sticky against her back and gasped as she saw a condom coming towards her. Tears filled her eyes as she watched her mate on his knees, staring at her, crying, before her senses were blurred and the condom silenced her cries.

Zoe tugged the condom down her length and then looked to the male Pikachu. She clicked her tongue to get his attention and his eyes went from her dick to her face. He saw only a blurry silhouette of some cruel, pale titan standing over him, and he wiped his eyes as she gave him an order.

"Strip." He simply sat there, gawking at his girlfriend as she struggled stiffly in her latex prison.

"She's on borrowed time as long as she's in there. If you want her out, then strip." Zoe demanded, putting more authority in her voice as the rain outside the window began to pick up, now pouring as she spoke.

The micro didn't need to be told again. He immediately stood up and began removing his clothes as fast as he could. Once he was naked, Zoe turned and sat down on the bed. The Pikachu froze with terror again as his entire field of vision was taken up by Zoe's red-and-white-furred ass as it fell towards him. Between her parted thighs, he saw a soft, smooth sack that could easily hold both him and his mate, dangling in front of a red-furred slit, slightly longer than he was tall. It all sailed over him as she sat behind him, and then again he found himself gawking at her colossal cock and the translucent latex film obscuring his mate's form just under the tip, which was now well within his reach.

Zoe clicked her tongue and pointed at her dick, and he gulped and reached out to touch the female Pikachu's face.

"Baby, i-it'll all be okay, alright? Sh-she'll let us go if we just do as... do as she says," he shuddered as tears flowed down his face, "she has to, okay?"

The female Pikachu nodded, eliciting an "mmmh" from Zoe. The male Pikachu began rubbing the shaft of Zoe's dick as he considered his situation. This kind of thing wasn't supposed to happen. He had heard stories of micros just up and disappearing and of all the horrible things that some macros did to his kind, but he had never considered that it would happen to him. As Zoe's breathing deepened, he steeled himself. They would make it through this, somehow. Then they could move to the Cerulean suburbs, and never have to worry about macros again.

Zoe leaned back and enjoyed the tickling sensation of the male micro as he rubbed the underside of her shaft. It felt good to hold power over the little things, good to know that she could get random people off the street to worship her. However, his half-hearted hugging wasn't enough; at this rate she'd never cum and the female micro would suffocate inside the condom. She sighed and looked out the window at the deluge of rain as lightning lit up the sky. She didn't want that, and poked them both with her claw, pressing them into the underside of her glans.

"Listen up, tinies. Unless you want me to take care of this myself while using your mushed bodies as lube, I suggest you both pick up the pace."

With that she picked up the male and placed him on top of her shaft. She could feel the female struggling against her glans, and she moaned a bit as the male moved up and began stroking the top of it with his face as he stroked her shaft with his arms and legs. As the duo tickled and stroked her she moaned deeper and deeper, eventually thrusting at the air in front of her with need. Her cock throbbed hotly, twitching every now and then from the stimulation.

"Faster," she demanded. They both picked up their pace.

Zoe was getting close, but after a few minutes of tickling she picked up the male, holding him in her palm, and spat on him. She began stroking the length of her dick, pushing the female closer and closer to the tip, until she was eventually draped over her cockhead. Zoe traced the index finger of her free hand behind her balls, rubbing her clit, and picked up her pace as both of the micros tried their best to continue to get her off, before her knees locked up and she let out a long moan as she crossed her threshold.

Both pint-sized Pikachu screamed for different reasons. The male screamed because Zoe clamped her index and thumb around him and her cock and stroked the base as she came. He could feel the underside of her dick pulsating as it shot rope after rope of cum up and out, into the condom. The female screamed because she felt a hot jet of sticky fluid impact her belly, and as it happened again and again, it got closer and closer to her face. Before she knew it, she couldn't see or breathe and her entire body was soaked to the bone in sticky white cum.

As Zoe rode the waves of her orgasm, she slowly, torridly relaxed, before she fell backwards onto her bed, dropping the free micro between her legs. She sat there for a moment in the afterglow before she felt two tiny hands on her sack. She remembered where she was and sat up, squishing the male Pikachu underneath her balls, before she stood up and turned around to stand at the edge of the bed again. She grabbed the tip of the condom and hooked a claw under the rim and pulled it off of her deflating dick. She upturned it and squeezed down the length. The female micro landed with a splot on the male, and immediately began choking and throwing up mouthfuls of Zoe's cum.

The two micros embraced each other as they cried out the ordeal of emotions flooding over them. The comfort of being reunited and the relief at having survived the abuse from Zoe. The anguish of being trapped in such a powerless position and knowing that they'd never be the same. The disgust at being used as toys, left soaking in a puddle of cum and the fear of what might come next. All of these flushed through their minds together, and they sobbed as they clung to each other. Outside, the rainstorm continued, bearing down in full force on the denizens of Pocket City

Zoe ignored them entirely as she walked back over to her dresser, tossing the condom into the trashcan beside it and grabbing a water bottle. The micro couple looked up at hearing a gulping noise and saw Zoe standing over them, drinking greedily from the bottle. They looked back to each other, shivering as a draft blew through the room and over the quickly-cooling puddle of cum. Suddenly the draft changed temperature drastically as a hot wave of air rushed over them. They looked up from again to see huge, pointed teeth looming overhead and a thick pink wall headed their way. They cowered and screamed, unable to move given their exhaustion, and Zoe laughed and pulled her tongue back inside her mouth while she moved her head in closer to whisper.

"All this fun has got me wanting a little snack, and you two look too good to pass up."

Their screams continued as Zoe opened her mouth again and licked the cum and micros off of her sheet, lifting it into her maw. She "mmm"ed to herself as she savored their tart, fearful flavor mixed with her salty but faintly fruity cum. The Pikachu pair inside Zoe's mouth found it incredibly hot and humid, and they simply held each other and screamed as they were tossed around and tasted by the giant pink muscle beneath them. She swished them around for a moment longer before opening her mouth and looking in the mirror. She sighed lewdly as they stared, wide-eyed at their reflection in her mouth, miserable and soaked in spit and cum, before Zoe suddenly lifted her tongue back and gulped.

They felt nothing but sheer terror as they felt themselves slide back and suddenly their feet were pulled into a slimy, hot tube. The tube gave way for a split second and they slipped into it, surrounded in cum and saliva before the tube tightened again, pulling them inside of it, both of them in uncomfortable positions. They felt crushed together as they traveled down the passage before squeezing through a tight ring, the tube pulsating around them as if to push them through it. They fell a short distance together before landing in an acrid, foul-smelling pool of sweltering fluids. After a few moments of squelching and gurgling noises, they opened their eyes to nothing.

It was pitch black and oppressively hot inside Zoe's stomach, and the duo were speechless as they simply held each other and wept. Their sore, bruised limbs and broken ribs made worse by the stinging hot chyme on their cold skin. Eventually the stomach acids began itching, then burning, but by the time they overcame them, they had already succumbed to the lack of oxygen and were gone. More water had filled the chamber and their bodies were submerged, lying there, embracing in the belly of some rich goth girl who had decided on a whim that they were worth more as toys.

Zoe, on the other hand, simply relaxed with her chin in her hands, lying on her belly as it churned away her victims, peacefully enjoying the storm. As she lay there naked on her bed, she thought back to her brother and the early days again, wistfully sighing as she thought back to that day. A stormy one, just like this one, where she and her brother had decided to lay back together on the beach and just enjoy being out in the rain.

She remembered looking into his eyes as they had stripped nude on the beach, and the minuscule Houndoom local that they had found. How he had clung for dear life to her brother's cock as she opened her maw wide beneath it, and how he had cursed them both as her brother fed him to her. She remembered how, just as she had swallowed, the sky lit up with a flash, and how, in that moment, she and her brother became closer than they had ever thought possible.

Zoe rolled onto her back and reached down between her legs to feel her stiffening memento of that day, and she began stroking it absentmindedly, her pinky claw gently tapping her clit as she did. She closed her eyes as she smiled, reveling in nostalgia, making a mess across her belly and tits. Eventually, lying there in the dark of her room, she fell asleep to the sounds of rain and thunder outside her window.