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A light drifted over the world. It was a strange light, a beautiful one, flashing a myriad of colors but mostly shining a stellar white. To those who caught a glance of it, where it wasn't filtered out of conscious vision by bright city bulbs or the blaze of the sun, they'd likely think it little more than a shooting star. To those that saw how it shifted and flickered through the sky, they might think it a helicopter or drone, their knowledge of such things too incomplete to tell them how such an erratic pattern of movement, so quick that it might even be called dancing, was too rapid and too graceful for such machines. To those few who saw the little eddies of light, pale white turning to a rainbow speck, drifting like dandelion seeds spilled upon the wind, they might find it curious, but no explanation could be had.

Where the seeds fell, mostly to stone and dirt or a canopy of trees, nothing would be found. Mostly, this was because when such a seed struck an object, it seemed to meld into it and vanish, fading from sight and memory as rapidly as it had been created. And with the random scattering of the lights, dozens and dozens building to hundreds upon hundreds as the central ray dashed across the sky- It was mostly objects that were struck. No harm, no effect, nothing- Until one of the lights drifted down, slipping through the roof and upper floors of a young office worker's family home.

Maria had been having an awful day. An awful week, really. An awful month. An awful year, really. Maybe even years. She wasn't normally so melodramatic as to say it was her entire life, but her lease was up and the only real option she'd had was to beg her parents for a place to stay again until she found somewhere new. Turn 18? Kicked out immediately. College scholarship? Lost because she missed dates and appointments being so busy trying not to *freeze* in the middle of winter, and pieces of mail and her parents ultimately wrote them back telling them to stop bothering. Garnering a part time job had been a blessing, way better than mooching for food, and two of them meant she could move in with a random roommate.

The roommate? Well. An utter slob was still better than the streets, but a lease meant she couldn't simply swap out to a new place, and it was more than frustrating to find that full-time work didn't mean she could live on her own. A few years piling up and a boyfriend that was only kind of a dick later, and visiting her family home again for the winter just made her feel relieved about not having to worry about rent. She knew her parents would never let her stay, and a month was hardly a great deal of time, but for all their faults even they couldn't deny her an intermediate place to live after seeing photos of the present conditions.

It was just stress after stress, and as she fussed in bed, trying not to make too much noise on the creaky wooden floorboards and keep her legs from hanging off the too-small twin-sized bed while still being in a manageable sleeping position, she stopped all thoughts, stopped all movement, and stared wide-eyed at the light drifting through the ceiling floating like a thick piece of snow. It drifted down, down down... Onto her chest, and the light bloomed in her vision, encapsulating everything with an additional heat that seemed to scour at her very soul!

The night was young, too much light in the sky to really justify an early rest- Especially not when there was little usable ground.

The road was cutting through a great swamp, wet and unstable ground surrounding the raised stone partitions and compacted dirt over treated wood that kept the solid ground from being washed away- A feat of a ruler long past, and it was already starting to collapse in some areas. Stable enough to walk across, but lingering in any given spot felt risky, and while Graile had ample opportunity earlier in that day to stop at an Inn- It had been when the sun was still bright in the sky. Not to mention the exorbitant cost!

Pushing on had just seemed to much better.

But now? It was probably the wettest part of the entire land, glistening even where there was no water- A simple toss of a rock or a stick would find the object sinking into seemingly solid earth.

Reprieve came in with a gentle twist of the trail, where a copse of drooping willow trees intertwined their roots so well that it had to be solid. Uneven, one of the road's fondations was so clearly using it as a support that it had to have been reliable for years- The roots were even breaking down the stone through cracks in the mortar, yet the road itself seemed more stable than ever. A sight well needed, for a fire-type that had been plodding through the damp all day.

Yet...

Approaching the site, there was clearly something wrong. Dirt and swamp mucked edged the copse, looking piled up between the trunks of all the trees in a circle that was far too perfect to be natural. The center of the roots had been scoured, like an orb had created then puffed out in all directions, leaving the bark stripped from the sides of the trees where it had struck, the roots blackened as if they'd been charred, though nothing indicated any real damage. An orange, fuzzy object lay heaped in the center- Curled in on itself so well that it was impossible to say what it was at a distance, and even getting in close it was hard to say what it was-

A buizel, the shape so familiar once it could be made out, yet somehow so surreal in its construct. Here, in a swamp, in arguably the messiest place in all of the land, Graile was staring at perhaps the most pristine pokemon he'd ever seen in his life before. Small, so soft and so clearly young, but its fur was immaculate. Every hair just a perfectly length, layering over its body so evenly despite being thick and lush- So clean and well groomed that it shimmered in the faint light of the moon, and even faintly reflecting the orange flames of small lantern the Braixen wore along his belt. It made them look like a stuffed animal, hugging every curve and bump and feature of her body like it'd just been stretched over by some well-engineered and mechanical hand, but they were living. The faint rise and fall of that slender chest attested to that much, making the soft creamy fur of her belly pulse a little as well, just a hairsbreadth behind. Her slender shoulders and slightly broader, rounder hips equally well sculpted, tails long and a little bushy with how dry the fur was, a slender muzzle tucked in beneath two delicate paws. They was completely still, save for the breathing, or these little spasming twitches little limbs gave- Or the rapid quiver of delicate lids over clenched shut eyes. He could hear just the faintest whimper coming from a wispy voice as he approached, one that came with each breath given, just so nervous and scared.

Graile stopped at the edge of the trail, one of his heavy paws balancing over the foundation, toes gripping over the worn edge of the rock, his cloak lifting in the back by a rising tail as he stared down at the buizel, watching them unfurl. His eyes first focusing on their face, then trailing down between their legs. It was a small, delicate patch nestled a little lower than some more traditional females might hold themselves, a tender surface that was marked more by the absence and he was not close enough to make out many details anyways, but it was enough to make the fox's tail wag. This pretty, pristine thing was a girl.

He inhaled deeply, whiskers twitching as he took in a scent that was perhaps one of the cleanest he'd ever had touch his nose. Indeed marred a little by the surrounding char, but her odor was simply refreshing- Washing it all away the closer he got. Unblemished by perfume or the dirt or the woodland bark- It was as pure as pure could get, raw and tender and sweet that it became simply powerful to his senses. She was young, she was healthy, she was fit- All these things could be immediately discerned. Again, the surrealness struck- She was so healthy that it seemed unnatural. Even in this frightened state, all the little ailments or conditions that even a young child accrued throughout their life simply weren't there. She was perfect- And if the little twitch that entered mind and body was anything to go by, the sweetness that lingered around her figure marked her as perfectly fertile as well, however old she seemed to be. Pretty and pristine.

Maria stared down at her own body with a sense of wonder and fear, and snapped her eyes shut again. She felt... Weak. Not the weakness that came with sickness and its recovery, from missing meals or the like. Not the weakness of being overtaxed, though that was quite similar. She lifted her arm, felt how light it was, how delicate and slender it felt- Less than a quarter of the size it had been, it seemed like- And felt how much effort it took to move it. Or rather, how little. Her body was in perfect health- Slim, slender, with muscles and fat in even tones. But it wasn't her body... She was too small, and it wasn't skin but fur that she could see. She didn't want to believe it was her own self that she saw, but she could feel the hairs, feel the whiskers on her face, feel the way her tails draped and how one was a little crushed under her butt. She moved that, and peaked her eyes open, praying she'd just happened to be sitting on some other creature with all these attributes, that they'd gotten tangled up when some explosion knocked her from her house, and it was the now dead thing that had broken her fall that she'd gotten tangled up with somehow. It wasn't an ideal outcome- She'd much rather NOT be tangled up with a dead thing, let alone be at least partially responsible for whatever it was's death- but it would be the optimal one in this situation as explanation to what was happening.

She opened her eyes, and stared down at herself again. No. Maria was not even half her size, covered and fur, and as light bobbed in the corner of her vision and something moved, Maria realized she was not alone. The initial sensation was something akin to fear. Then relief- She wasn't alone. Then she looked up, and saw the fox's face, had all sorts of frightening thoughts in relation to seeing a monster wearing what looked to be fine blue clothes that included a feathered hat, a tunic, some slacks, and a travel-stained cloak embroidered with a golden thread that all hungover a pack strapped to the back of a utility belt and what looked to be a violin- And realized quite quickly that the fox was staring at her legs. She also looked down- Her legs were open. She could see a little gleaming coming from her crotch, feel just the slightest itch between her legs, and she realized that those intelligent and scrutinizing eyes did not want her for food. She could hear him sniffing...

The braixen's arm quickly snatched up her ankle as the Buizel tried to scramble away, darting first for the edge of the little island, but her fumbling legs making it the difference of a mother cat snatching up a tumbling kitten. Only no parent would have such a look on their face staring down at their child... It wasn't even pure lust, just a half-curious, half predatory gleam as he reeled her back and used his other paw to trace a finger along the edges of Maria's thighs. Dragging from the joint of the ankle still flat among the roots, and drawing it up her belly. Tracing and teasing between hidden teats that the human-turned-buizel didn't even realize were there until the digit pulled creamy fur aside and revealed the small, brackish nub. Tracing up to tickle the inside of her lifted knee, the fire-type hoisting up her leg even farther, making her flush over the way it pulled apart her crotch. She tried to close it up with her other leg, but the braixen shifted his knee forward and pinched her other leg to the ground, his eyes very pointedly fixing in on her exposed nethers.

She peered down too, a part of her curious at what it would be, most of her horrified- This... beast was staring at her like she was some prime cut of meat. Her vulva was an engorged puff of fluff, edges swelling outwards with faintly wrinkled lips breaking the fine pattern of her fur. It wasn't a human's slit, shaped more like a pocket, with the edges of the lips a fine grainy brown that was too dark to meld in with the surrounding fur, and too light to provide a sharp contrast. One of his paws drifted over, making her cry out wordlessly in fear and disgust, voice chirping with her breath as she tried to kick her legs away, shouting for him to stop. He did not. The tips of one of his paws sunk into her cunny, the lips stretching easily, wrapping around the digit tip- She could feel each hair scraping across her delicate inner flesh, feel the claw clumsy work its way along.

He gave her a bemused sort of grin. Not quite rueful, but not confident either. He shook his head though, slowly, his finger edging in a little more deeply "No... No,I don't... I don't think I will." His voice was almost apologetic. The fox seemed the polite enough sort, the kind of quiet friend that she'd like to study with in the library, that was the objective impression Maria had gotten from his whole demeanor- But he was proving himself quite the lecher in this instance. No... She'd never be friends with an animal! He was an animal, she might keep him as a pet but she'd never be friends! And... And he was a pervert! No, he was the kind of pet that she'd have to put down. She'd have too!

She growled her frustration, fury seething through her, but her voice warbled as his finger began to flex and roll through her body. Enough vigor that her hips bobbed and compressed, began to rock her spine. She was wrapped so tightly around him that his fur only barely shifted through her body, but the sensation it brought was enough to make her thoughts quake. The stimulation was so intense it made her toes curl, claws flexing and clenching up, waving in little balls. He never released her ankle, his paw providing a surprisingly steady grip for how much the rest of his frame moved, barely letting either of them waver.

She was dimly aware of the slickness that began to spread across his fur, the increase of her body's arousal and excitement despite herself. His claw occasionally scraped at her skin, making her shudder at the poke, but the nail wasn't sharp- Just harsh- And he adjusted himself every time soon after so he wouldn't scratch the same spot twice. Just teasing her flesh and tracing her walls and probing her depths, rubbing the flat of his finger across a muscular embrace that clenched and tightened and spread apart. He was exploring her She whined, twisting her body, knowing already what a pathetic display it would be before her paws smacked against his wrist, her claws raking awkwardly through his fur, and for all the sharp satisfaction she got when making that somewhat impassive, slightly eager face of his wince up as one of her nails struck skin along his wrist, tears were welling up in her eyes when he just casually smacked his elbow into her chin and sent her sprawling back, light and stars and spots of dark and color bursting to fill her vision.

It wasn't a hard smack and he knew it- She knew it. Just a forceful one. It wasn't an unfamiliar sensation- Her parents had had strict ideas on how to raise a child, and while she resented a great deal of their behaviors, it was at least always part of a greater lesson, a greater learning, to help teach the consequences of her doing something 'Bad', or to get her to focus on what they'd deemed important.

He was just doing it to molest her. Or, even more dreadfully, teach her that she was to take what he gave her without complaint.

Her fists balled up until the flimsy tips clenched into her palms, biting into the skin, but flexing too much to actually break through the delicate pad. He was pushing in a second finger now, the first so deep that the knuckle was pressed in, prodding at a firm barrier she felt far too shallow within her, that she was certain as her cervical core. She was so small, so helpless... The second finger edges against her slit, prodding into the fluff, making her wince as the claw pinches the skin to the first digit as it tries to bury in, and for a moment she thought he wouldn't get access. That one chubby length was already filling her so much, after all. The bones in her hips ached as he kept her leg suspended, pushing it further and farther, bit by bit, stretching her just that little ways past where her body was supposed to go, the pain enough to make her cry a little harder, tears rolling down the bowl of her eye and down her nose to drip off the side of her face. But... he found a looser part of her flesh. He arched his finger so the upper joint dug into her walls, pushed down against her deeper walls with the flat of his digits, and that gave him enough room to wiggle the second one inside. There was very little consideration for her own comfort, Maria forced to exhale sharply and bite down onto her spindly wrist to keep from crying out as her muscles strained and her flesh pulsed. Walls flexing again and again, desperately working against the intruding digits, her nerves crying out as he spread his fingers and strained muscle to the bone. Cool air billowed against her exposed flesh... And then he pulled out.

The buizel lay there panting, the braixen eyeing the brief gape that lay suspended in her crotch's flesh, the little trickle of fluid that'd leaked out into her fur, and then his own fingers. Lifting them up to sniff at, then casually licking clean with a few flat smacks of his tongue. Maria glanced up, shuddered, and looked away. That led her to miss the movements he made, at least until something thick and fuzzy pressed up into the rapidly closed gape. Her squeak of protest was a choked up sort as she stared down her belly- The male had shuffled himself closer, keeping one paw firmly against her body to maintain control, while the other had grasped a thickly-fuzzed but not particularly thick sheath dangling out of his crotch and shoved it against her cunt. The edges tickled at her, and it looked like it was still despite how the both of them shuddered, but she could feel the narrow taper peeking out of his cock, feel how it slid down into her body- Feeling less harsh than the fur and claw of his fingers had felt, but it was far more invasive. She could feel his narrow tip, the spadelike- Shovel-like- edge that it held, grinding along her insides to make them part. She could feel how it thickened out- Both proportionately, as the somewhat conical shape wedged on through- And more directly as it swelled into her body. Smooth and vaguely bulbous, it made his fingers feel like tiny sticks as it pushed into her body, a stick that was growing to a thick branch the deeper it went.

Her cries of protest meant very little to him. He just leaned forward, leveraging weight against her body until his paw stopped gripping her thigh, and shoved down over her muzzle instead. He leaned in, nudging into the space that should have held one of her ears, the brushed aside as he nosed into it, whispering quietly about how she should shush up. Her body convulsed, the horror and disgust she felt over this... Animal... violating her, rising exponentially, but she had no method of recourse. His penis just dragged back and forth inside of her, growing thicker and longer by the second, wet plaps coming out as her soft walls formed tight seals around the edges of his shaft, a taut seal that accounted for even the slight curve and the little veins that lined his member. Growing more wet as he injected her with his seed, the hot liquid splashing down across her flesh, painting her. Staining her. Marking her as his own. After some time, she could feel something bulbous pressing against her crotch, and the fox was panting into her ear-hole, his body shivering and straining as the semen gushed inside of her- The hard edges of his knot too thick and large to fit inside her now, something she was dimly aware to be grateful of, but it was a small victory over an overwhelming defeat. The hard lumbs were just grinding outside of her, soaking in the seed that spilled around the edges of his shaft. Serving to also soak her crotch as well as her tail. It was warm and sticky, but a viscous substance that plastered itself beneath her fur to the skin.

Maria didn't know how long the whole affair lasted, just that she was starting to grow light headed and dizzy by the time the fox finally pulled away. His shaft slipping out of her with a wet pop, and her legs trembled as cum flowed out of her in a gush, her walls squeezing back together in an instant- Tight as ever, but making for a squirting, tiny flow that trickled over the mess of roots and tail that lay against the uneven ground. The male just lay beside her- Against her- Tucking his chest into her shoulder and letting a soft cooing sound, tongue grooming over the side of her face, lapping up the tears still in her eye, recovering from the sexual high, though his penis continued to grind along her belly. Dragging along her nipples and slathering off the cum and juices that remained soaked along his dick. She was dimly aware of rummaging around through one of his bags.

A soft, satisfying yip came from above her head, just before something cool and metal slid around her throat. She grunted, the thick, curved plate nearly as

"Akua. I'm going to name you Akua." The braixen spoke softly, breaking the silence, sounding like he was speaking to himself more than to her. He nodded after a moment "Yeah. I like that. Akua. It's a pretty name for a pretty girl!" He smiled warmly down at her. Maria met the gaze for a moment, and sheepishly dipped down her head. "I'm... My name's Maria, actually." The Braixen blinked at the response she gave him, and frowned for a moment, thoughtful. Then he shook his head.

"No. I like Akua better. It sounds like aqua, but it's different! And you're a water-type, so it makes sense!" His voice sounded mirthful, and he spoke in a manner that reminded Maria of an adult speaking politely to a child that they found very amusing, but very not smart. It made the girl grit her teeth and grimace, eyes clenching up as her feet stamped on the wooden planks as she stumbled along with the pull of the lead, at least until a sharp swat came down over her nose. Making her yelp and stumble back until the leash caught her, saving her from falling into the muck along the side of the trail. "Don't give me that look!" The braixen's voice was stern now- An adult scolding a child over something petty "Akua is a pretty name, and you are a pretty girl. I won't demand you smile all the time for me, but you *will* be polite. I am a traveling performer, and I won't have you offending any of my customers. Do you understand?" He stared at her, and she stared back. He narrowed his eyes, and she set her jaw. He growled, and reached a hand around to grip her by the scruff, pinching in two fingers just above the collar and hoisting her into the air. It hurt, feeling like was tearing at her skin- And maybe with how delicate her pelt was, with the weight of gravity, that's exactly what was happening. She cried out several times, limbs flailing about on a reflex until the pain forced her to hunch inwards and go still. He still just stared at her, glaring until she nodded, sniffling with her whiskers giving little twitches. "Good girl. See? Not so hard." He carefully put her back down, the buizel collapsing onto all-fours, shivering continuously until he pulled back upon the leash. He was tugging her towards the road! And she had no choice but to come along, the only pausing coming from him making sure his belongings were gathered and secured.

He let her walk in front of him. Or, rather, she had no choice in the matter. The collar was tight, and the coord that held it was thick, and he was strong. Or at least a lot stronger than her- She tried to dart off the walkway and found herself yanked back up effortlessly, flailing and gagging and making little strangled noises as he just held her dangling by the neck, and he didn't even scold! Just wore a bemused look that made her shiver with the thought that something dark and nasty would happen if she were to try such a thing again. Trying to walk behind just gave a sharp tug forward, straining her neck until she walked ahead of him, and the problem there was she couldn't really walk on her hind legs. It was possible, strictly speaking- The few moments she had to try, she could find hints at that proper balance- But her captor was not giving her the chance to learn it. She was too slow on her hind legs, stumbling every step the monstrous fox was not giving her a chance to learn- He just kept on walking, and when she fell the first two times she attempted it, she was just dragged along until she could scramble up to her feet again. The third was during a bend, and she almost fell into the water, only to be yanked up again- And by this time, she could feel the damage to her neck. The harsh bruise that was forming, the pain that it took to swallow or even breath, the strain and crackle in her bones that rationally she thought was just bruising, but it was still so frightening!

Walking on all-fours was, of course, still an option, and it was the one she ultimately had to take, but that brought an entirely different problem- Her butt was jutting out right in front of him, and he made no efforts to conceal his staring. Maria had no clue how long they'd been walking, it could have been minutes or hours with how distressed she felt, but as his breathing picked up pace and that sickly scent of his arousal permeated the air, so awfully distinct upon her nose, they took a break from the walking. Or he did, at least- She was sort of squashed into the ground as his chest slid over her back and his paws cupped over her own, his pack sliding off his back to smash down beside her head with a clatter. Hips sliding over to encompass hers, his thighs squeezing into either side of her flank, he was mounting her like some animal, his body dwarfing her so much that she could barely even breath past the mane of fur along his chest or the way he sucked in breath above her own skull. With her paws corralled and flat with the ground, she had no room to resist, barely any room to even wiggle.

It happened four more times before they stopped to camp. Maria felt dirty, and she was dirty in a very real sense now. Twice he'd pulled out before fully finishing, for no other reason than to smear her luxuriant fur with his cum, contrary as that might be with this fox's goal of breeding her. She had no clue of that- He barely spoke to her, just gave her instructions or chastised her when she did something that he deemed out of line.

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Maria went to bed and woke up with his penis inside of her. Neither of them had fallen asleep like that- She was squirming too much to make it restful, and the braixen wasn't used to sleeping with another person in his bedroll to begin with- But she woke up with her body rocking gently along the laid-out cloak he'd put beside his roll, and felt the pressure and heat settling in and on top of her body. He was crouched on top of her, his knees pressing into her thighs, his forepaws curled down on either side of her jaw. He'd been at it for awhile, by the way his knot tugged and twitched against the edges of her slit, her exhausted body so numb that she'd barely even registered the sharp pinch. She could feel the cum resting in her belly, feel the way it kept on trickling out into her as the fox ground himself down, panting above her head and carelessly letting saliva drool out over the top of her skull. He'd begun while she was asleep, and she hadn't even woken up...

She whimpered quietly to herself, tensing up for the inevitable smack for the break in propriety, but he seemed to recognize the motion and let her off with a light tap with two fingers to the top of her skull. She relaxed as best she could, already feeling the soreness in her body, feeling like she could sleep for hours more yet, but there was no way she'd be able to manage if he'd even let her. He was really going at it for one thing- The relief and relaxation of his morning wood so they could get on journeying with the day. He looked restful, and she could feel how energetic he was- When his shaft slid out and hot liquid sprayed over fur already crusted with the stuff, he just sprung up, wiped himself on her ear, checked her collar and things and they were on their way!