FSE

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It was dark out amidst the forest, making things under the shadowy canopy of trees harder to see than it normally would be. The tiny lights across the sky gave way to a few pockets of lights, along with the brightness of the round, gray object that none truly knew the name of. The long extinct humans referred to it as a "moon," but whatever a moon was, no pokemon knew. Regardless of what it was, it provided a little bit of extra light to the ground below, a gift that many pokemon in Aderon were more than happy to partake in. But for those that stuck to the shadows...this "moon" often served as an enemy they simply had to deal with.

Much was the case for Ryme, a reptilian thief in service to a crime organization known as the frost demons. While still not truly in their good graces, mainly having only succeeded on a few jobs for her employers, she nonetheless was happy to be granted the freedom to do what she wanted as well. Tonight was no exception, as she spent a large portion of the day stealing items from various different travelers, simply to get a bit of extra poke, as well as simply to practice her pickpocketing skills. She had been at it for a good few hours now, and the bag over the side of her hip was weighted down with various items and poke held by so many different pokemon.

"Those idiots on rescue teams and those even stupider exploration teams always have such tantalizing stuff on their person. It's always like a walking grab bag whenever I get to see one!"

Money, gummies, technical machines, orbs, looplets, all items that would sell quite well to the right buyer. Indeed, at the time it was, cashing out seemed to be the best thing, but as she contemplated heading back, in the underbrush of the forest, she spotted a houndoom within a makeshift hideout in the forest. The darkness obscured it before, but the sight of not only the houndoom having made a hidden dugout, and not light a fire or anything, meant he had some solo survival knowledge in him. That being said however...next to the sleeping mutt was a bag of very interesting items. While she had promised herself that she would cash out her earnings now and call it good, Ryme's greed and overconfident nature got the better of her as it typically did, telling her that one more would be fine. Besides, a sleeping target is a guaranteed success.

Thus, did she simply walk up quietly to the sleeping dog, not doing much to mask her footsteps like she would normally do, a full day's success of stealing from awake and conscious targets making her certain that this would be a simple theft. Ruffling through the travel bag however, she found little of note, simply a few scraps of food, salted and wrapped in leather to help preserve them longer, as well as waterskins. Whomever this houndoom was, he was no traveling merchant or the like, but a useless feral acting civilized.

"Tch, what is this crap?! Just a bunch of useless rations? Nothing valuable at all?!"

"A woman stealing from me...? How unsurprising."

The sound of a deep, confident, and menacing voice caused her to jump back as she began to pull out her weapon, only to be met with a blast of fire to the chest, the force of the attack knocking her onto the ground as she screamed in pain while attempting to put the flames out of her cloak. As she recovered, thankful of her own typing having lowered the damage by a significant degree, a swipe across the face and a maw over her cloak left her reeling as she was slammed into a nearby tree, with no time given to even pull herself together. Sparks from the earlier fire attack landed upon some nearby trees, which led to the flames quickly growing out of hand, the forest around them quickly catching fire, as a glowing orange hue and a billow of smoke rose into the night sky, alerting every pokemon in the nearby vicinity of the incoming danger.

However, this did nothing to deter the houndoom, who continued to beat Ryme mercilessly, giving her no chance to retaliate, much less open her maw to even reply in some way. As he swung her around, her screams of the one sided beating echoing through the burning forest leaving no mysteries of what was happening, her bag was forced open, causing the various items she had stolen over the day to litter the ground around the two.

The houndoom looked over the items, but not before making sure Ryme was little else but a whimpering heap on the ground, seeing the various items from the bag littering the ground around them, as he smiled, shaking his head all the while, in some form of perverse affirmation of a truth that was in his head.

"Ahh...females. Stealing what rightfully belongs to us males to begin with. How expected of you. The crime of your gender won't go unpunished, but you happened at a good time. An example...to show them that I am right."

With a slow walk over to Ryme, who was laid out over the ground on her stomach, the demonic canine put a clawed foot over her skull, before pushing her rear up and positioning himself overtop her body. His length quickly began to push out from his sheath, stiffening and becoming thick, long and hard. The scent of the female below him simultaneously disgusting him, but turning him on all the same.

The one sided beating Ryme took did little to mask her own arousal, as her body once again betrayed her own fears, as the arrival of a male preparing to dominate her and take her this way left the typical mixed feelings of being enamored by him, but also knowing she needed to escape. That decision however, failed to be made in time, as she felt her lips open, and a long shaft slowly pushed into her, forcefully wrapping itself around her sex as she tried to pull herself up off the ground, only to be met with a tightening push against her skull.

"Stop squirming, bitch! You deserve this, so be proud I'm giving you the honor of being my toy for the night!"

The commanding nature of his voice gave cause for Ryme to stop, the parts of her that enjoyed the dominant nature finally winning over the logic of her reasoning and desire to escape. Once finally accepting the place she was in, whether from the same place or simply giving up, the houndoom was placated, and thus began to use her, pushing in and out of her cunt, the size of the breeding dog's length being exceptionally large for his species size.

The houndoom rutted her hard and with an unforgiving nature, taking her like a criminal that deserved no kindness. Through it all however, a different opinion was felt. No, even those that used her in prison showed restraint, but here, as his length pulled out, only to slam back in into her and elicit a scream or grunt from her, he used her as more of a sleeve than a living being.

Regardless, Ryme found herself lacking much time to give her idle thoughts a chance to contemplate what to do or how to deal with it, as the houndoom picked up his pace, hilting her harder and harder as the pressure upon her skull increased as he used her like the living cock sleeve he saw her as. The thrusts only got harder and more unforgiving, with pleasure from the ordeal only present from her love of being dominated. Indeed, if not for how often she found herself in such a position, the pain she would be in would have been unbearable.

Gradually his thrusts began to get shorter, harder, and more rapid, the edging of his incoming climax getting close as he moved a paw out and around her hips to get a better grip before pushing himself inside and pumping a wave of clear cum into her. The houndoom's cum flowed out like a wave of hot, thick water, dripping out of her cunt and staining the ground as it filled her womb in moments, only to drip out of the sides that lacked a more concrete seal from his knot. Most of the cum he pumped into her remained, leaving her bloated as she groaned from the sheer volume that he had filled her with. However, not one to debase himself for overly long, he began to tug at his length, causing Ryme to scream in pain, as he tugged and tugged, before a loud, slick popping sound signaled the fact that he pulled the sealing knot out forcibly from the tight lips that had formed a vice around the males shaft.

Upon pulling out, a wave of cum flooded out of her womb, staining the ground in dog cum, while leaving Ryme to finally leave her waist to wallow in the warm aftermath of her abusers release. Left to simply lay on the ground, Ryme quickly lost consciousness, with the toll of being beaten senseless and fucked finally causing her to pass out...

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Sometime later, Ryme found herself waking up at a village, one she had never seen before, her bag and items within it all stowed back away inside it like they were before. However the houndoom was having a conversation with a crawdaunt in the distance, the particulars of their talk being too low to properly hear. However, the conversation did not last long, as the two nodded to each other and the houndoom, smiling, looked down at Ryme with a snarl before kicking her into the crawdaunt with his rear leg.

"Hmph...that misogynistic bastard might be right...look at all this stuff she stole. Perhaps his comment about women only being thieves is not so off base..."

The comment surprised her, causing Ryme to try and pull herself up off the ground, but to no avail. Her legs and waist were still in pain from the forceful pull of his knot, and binding over her arms, legs and mouth made it difficult to do anything in retaliation.

"Lock her up...we will contact some local teams to take her to prison. And...I will give some consideration to the houndooms words...perhaps a mutual partnership with his village of misogynists is the correct way to go..."

The comment only caused Ryme to sigh as she slowly picked at the binding on her wrists before she was forced into a holding area once more. With ample time before anyone showed up, it wasn't long before she escaped without them even knowing she was gone.

As she made her way back to the port town, she walked with a gait that made it clear she was still in pain, but it was subsided with the knowledge that despite having lost, she still kept all she had stolen over the previous day. Roughness aside...to her...the beating and cum filling her womb was not a wholly bad final thing to get in her stealing escapades yesterday, all before her thoughts began to drift towards who that pokemon she met might have been.