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The mountains of Sinnoh weren't exactly the most hospitable place to be traveling through. Blizzards were common, the terrain was difficult to cross, and it was about as far away from a Pokémon Centre as you could feasibly get; this huge chain of mountains pretty much split the region into two, after all! But, for a trainer like Vincent, he was more than willing to endure the rocky terrain and steep hikes, if it meant he could find a specific Pokémon; a Snorunt.

A losing encounter with a dragon tamer from Hoenn had shown him just how vulnerable his team was to dragons! Fire grazing off them like it was nothing, water acting like a squirt toy against them, and even his Staraptor fearing the sight of a dragon hurtling stones its way. With how relatively rare dragons were, he hadn't really considered needing to expand his team until this point. Now, however, as he was starting to get into the big leagues...a Pokémon like Snorunt suddenly became more clear as an extra member to have on his team.

He was at a stage in his journey where the trainers he was up against now were all a lot more proficient in battle, with teams of strong Pokémon - it was a Dragonite that had been the one to defeat his team; they had tried so hard in that battle, and Infernape even looked like he might pull off a surprise, upset win! But alas, a Dragon Pulse sent them all to the nearest Pokémon Centre. It was a very blunt reminder that sometimes, type advantages really were still a hugely important part of battling, even at this level.

Finding an ice-type was the obvious solution, just to give his team the coverage he needed. And Snorunt were a great choice - two options for evolving, the powerful Glailie, or the delicate Froslass; not as strong, but the ghost-typing is perfect for dealing with another Hyper Beam, like the one that poor Staraptor took in that battle...

The problem is that Snorunt seemed to be exceedingly rare, for some reason. Perhaps winter was already on its way out, or maybe he just wasn't in the right part of the forests outside of Snowpoint City, but no sight of Snorunt anywhere - or even hail, for that matter - a tell-tale sign that a Snorunt was nearby.

But even outside the unsuccessful search for a Snorunt, he was having terrible luck. Even with how tenacious he was at hiking, his feet were really killing him. Combined with some of his camp supplies mysteriously going missing, including a nugget he had found earlier in his findings… he wasn't in a great mood. Especially because he was from this part of Sinnoh! He assumed he'd have a great shot of finding a Pokémon near his hometown; a silly conjecture, but he thought there'd be some sort of advantage of knowing the terrain, but it just wasn’t paying off like he’d hoped it would.

So, while he certainly was in the mountains, he wasn't actively exploring them. Instead, here he was, grumbling to himself a bit as he sat against a tree in a little forest-y alcove, just trying to rest up after his long search. At least he knew the area well enough that he could properly set up a camp in a tundra environment - a skill many trainers did not possess. Most of his other Pokémon were resting up inside their balls, but his Infernape was also mulling about idly in the trees above, also taking the time to just relax... Jeez, what a week it's been so far!

It was nearly evening when it happened. It sounded like some kind of strike against wood, when suddenly, "NAAAAAAAAPE!!!" Infernape started shouting loudly, as the branch he was hanging from fell from the tree, a clean cut at the branch's break.

"Gah!" shouted Vincent, suddenly flinching backwards from the sudden shout of his starter from above. In an instant, he saw a blur of flame fall from the sky, and before he knew it, his Infernape tumbled forward, landing on his ass in front of his trainer - unharmed, but definitely embarrassed. The branch thudded to the ground nearby as Vincent quickly stood up, staring right at his downed Pokémon.

"Jeez, you alright?" asked the trainer in a bit of concern… before his expression flickered to a smirk. "You're not the type to be snapping tree branches, eat a few too many berries while we were relaxing or something?" He was fine! Just a little shaken, perfect to tease him about.

Infernape wasted no time on the ground. He got up and frustratedly kicked the branch, sending it into the woods with a loud, dramatic cry of "INFEEEEEERN!!"

The cause of his fall wouldn't remain hidden for long though, just as the Pokémon is starting to come down from his embarrassed tantrum, there's a wet splat of snow hitting Vincent in the back of the head - a snowball thrown at him, from near the entrance of the tent. And standing right there, with another snowball in hand, is a Sneasel. Even more alarmingly is the shiny red device in her mouth - his Pokédex!

"Ngh!" shouted Vincent, grimacing from the sudden impact of snow, a few bits of powder slipped into the back of his warm jacket, sending a chill down his spine. This was definitely a familiar feeling, thanks to how common snowball fights were around here… But this one had a real swing to it! Expecting it to be some jerk of a trainer trying to mess with him, he turned around quickly with a groan. "Hey, what gi-- huh?!"

The trainer took a step backwards in surprise as he shook the wet snow off, before looking up, shocked to see the sight in front of him; a little Sneasel who had snuck into his tent… with their greedy little mitts holding his Pokédex right within them! So, this was the cause behind all his missing stuff!

Being from Snowpoint, he'd know that Sneasel can be hard to deal with - from being a real nuisance, to being a genuine danger in the deepest parts of the forest. Thankfully, this Sneasel didn't seem intent on hurting anyone, they were more on the “nuisance” side of things. But they did seem to have an affinity for shiny things, especially if she's the one who snatched the Nugget and the Full Restore that had gone missing. And now they were trying to get away with his dex? No way he was letting that happen!

She holds the snowball aloft with one claw, and gives a wink. A split second later, the same snowball is hitting Vincent in the face. "Snee-hee-hee!~" It let out a shrill, gremlin-like giggle as it started to try and run away, heading back towards the forest it had come from...

"Pffft, phshhhhh, GAH! Quick, Chimney, after them!" shouted Vincent, before spitting out another bit of slush and water. He wiped his face off, an irritated look on his face. He wasn't going to let this Pokémon get away with his stuff again, not after he just caught her! He quickly ran in pursuit, though it would be quite lucky that the Infernape would get to her first-

The snowball was clearly a distracting tactic from the wily little Pokémon. They were getting bolder and bolder now: before, they hadn't made themself known, but now, the Sneasel clearly thought they were dealing with a pair of amateurs! They made a quick break while Vincent wiped the cold, wet snow away, but Infernape can be just as fast...

The Sneasel vaults up a couple branches, and then a couple more, until the Pokémon is sure that they’ve managed to get a fair way up. But instead of leaving and escaping, they decide to taunt once again, taking the Pokédex from her mouth so she can taunt the trainer, and his Infernape. She pokes her tongue out, and pulls her eyelid down with one of her claws.

And the Sneasel is definitely a “she” too - she’s squatted down on the branch as she taunts them, her legs splayed so that the Infernape and his trainer can see a tight, feminine slit between her legs. Was this a part of the taunt? The Pokédex entry on Sneasel didn’t say anything about the species using flashing to tease their prey… If only he could read the entry and check!

Infernape nearly caught her too, before she decided to climb instead of run...and then taunt like *that*. He looks back at Vincent with a look of "What do I do?" all over his face. He's not sure what his trainers' orders are just yet, and they hadn’t really gone over battle scenarios like this during their normal training! After all, unless you were part of Pokéstar Studios...seductive woman spreading wasn’t typically in the course of the battle.

Vincent wasn’t quite sure of what to make of this either, a bit dumbfounded by this obvious flash. However, he wasn’t going to let silly, lewd taunts mess up his judgement; she still had his Dex! His first thought was to have the Infernape launch a flamethrower at the sly ice-type, to send them crashing back down to the ground… but then that could pose the risk of his Pokédex getting damaged from the fire, let alone the potential fall if she dropped it! Clearly, the Sneasel wanted to get away with his 'dex herself, so she probably wouldn't do anything reckless herself… but if Vincent could just get it from those treetops…

He pumped his first down, before pointing upwards towards the canopy, and away from that spread slit. "...Chimney, hop up closer, and use Flamethrower on the branches above her! Make sure she can't climb further up the tree!" Vincent didn't want to start a forest fire or anything, but with the cold temperatures and snow in the trees, any fire should be temporary. He just needed to get the Sneasel to be on an even playing field… Because if she wanted to get his dex, then darn it, she wasn't going to get away with it without a fight! He'd teach this Sneasel not to steal all his stuff!

The Sneasel isn't expecting the Infernape to quickly ascend so high. She had expected him to climb, but being the showy primate he is, he literally leapt up, using his powerful, fighting-type legs, meeting her eye-to-eye, as he lifted his head and used a flamethrower attack on the tree.

"SNEE!!" She cried out, not expecting the tactic - seems she was just about to try climbing too, and the sudden flames engulfing her escape route had her rattled, so much so that she drops the Pokédex - it quickly falls from the tree, but lands unharmed in a snowdrift at the base of the tree.

But now, the battle is on! And as Chimney toasts the leaves and branches overhead, the Sneasel takes an opportunity to land an Ice Punch attack, right at Chimney's chest, as he starts coming back down from his leap in the air - but it doesn't hit very hard, given his resistances to ice moves.

"Ah!" shouted Vincent in a panic, not expecting her to so carelessly drop the Pokédex-- but thanks to his luck, the snow cushioned it, seemingly leaving it unharmed. Whew! Small miracle right there...and now, the ice-type didn't have anything holding him back! He had to pat himself on the back for that one...that clever tactic had completely thrown it for a loop, and even if Chimney got struck, he was sure that wouldn't do any more than get him even more fired up!

"Alright, now the battle's on our terms!" shouted the trainer, a pleased smirk on his face. "Don't let them push you around though; strike back with Flame Wheel!" It might be a bit awkward to use in the treetops, but it still might be enough to help fire the Infernape up, to get him to be even quicker on the draw while this little skirmish. He didn't expect this to last too long though...perhaps the wheel of fire would be enough to knock her down completely!

However, there was a small thought that this little rascal could be the ice-type he was looking for...but he discarded that idea for now. Clearly all he had to do was just teach it a lesson about playing with fire! Because his Infernape was more than ready to burn!

Chimney rears for an attack, and slams himself at the Sneasel with all his might. He's clearly wanting to teach this little punk a lesson as well but suddenly, as he charges, the Sneasel drops to a lower branch, deftly dodging the attack! Chimney slams into the wood of the tree, sending smouldering splinters and bits of bark all over the campsite.

The Sneasel is a lot more skilled than they'd expect though - as she drops down, she hooks her claws into a lower branch, and flicks herself back up, acrobatically. She launches herself back up to Chimney and right away, starts to slash her long slaws against the Infernape's back, letting out a cry of “SNEEEEE!” as she did so. It seemed to have a hell of a sense for battle - which was good, because the instant Chimney lands an attack on her, it would be all over.

And of course, looking up at the pair from underneath, Vincent would get many more glimpses at the acrobatic, bratty Pokémon’s slit.

His focus may have been on his Pokédex, but he still couldn’t stop seeing that slit of her’s, particularly from the back as she vaulted onto a branch. Chimney’s response prompted a quick end to that peep, however, as he covered his face with an arm as bits of wood and debris came scattering down from the site of the impact! More time focusing on combat! His Infernape was plenty powerful, but it seemed like she was an evasive little one… which made sense, given that this all had occurred due to some thievery, after all! She was probably more than happy to run off more than anything… and with how she swiftly repositioned herself against his Infernape, she was pretty good at it. He was going to make a quick end to that!

"Chimney, throw her off, and use Flamethrower once she's off!" The Sneasel was swift, he'll say that, but Chimney was a strong Pokémon! If he could get a grip on her, then he might be able to get her vulnerable for another attack like Flamethrower. He wasn't dedicated to tossing Pokémon around, like a skilled Hariyama or Incineroar might be able to do, but a Sneasel would be a perfect target! Chimney just needed the right opportunity.

"Sn-SNEE!" She lets out a cry as a muscular hand wraps around the Sneasel's claw. She had gotten greedy. She wanted to slash again, but she was caught, and soon, she was tossed from the tree. They're about three stories high in the air when she's grabbed, and soon, she's on her way down towards the ground...

"Infern... AAAAAAAAPPEE!!!!"

But not before she's suddenly toasted by a gnarly flame-thrower attack. She's helpless in the air, no wings to flap out of the way, and nothing to grab onto, the attack hits her directly, and soon, she's smouldering as she lands hard on the ground with a thud. Still alive, but she's in no position to battle or run away now... Thankfully the cold snow of the ground puts out any flames, but the Pokémon is hurt as she rolls over, stunned that she got hit (or possibly stunned from hitting the ground from so high up!)

Vincent couldn't help but wince as he saw the brutal combo get executed right before his eyes. "Shoot, now that had to leave a mark..." mumbled the trainer. That was certainly a 1-2 combo; roasted by a flamethrower, and then colliding with the ground! There was a layer of snow to cushion her, sure, but it definitely still couldn't have felt great to do! With that, the Sneasel had seemingly been defeated in one fell swoop. His other valuables were still missing, but at least he kept his most valuable tool intact...hopefully.

"...Sneasel, huh. Pesky little brat, you definitely were..." He lets out a small sigh to himself, before shooting a thumbs-up at Chimney. "Good job Chimney; return!" He unclasped Chimney's ball, and returned him back to it. Chimney gives a confident smile back to his trainer and returns the thumbs-up, as the red light from his ball envelops him and he dematerialises, He'd check up on any scrapes he got from that battle later, although it seemed like this battle was more decisive. A good change of pace, it seemed.

This left Vincent alone with the Sneasel, who is grunting out in the snow, a little frazzled. "Snee... selll..." - she'd be fine, it was probably the pokemon's pride that was hurt more than anything.

After Chimney was recalled, he'd holster his ball back onto his belt, and went over to his Pokédex. Quickly picking it up, he brushed any loose snow scrambled to push the power button; that thing had been in her mouth, and he had no idea if she'd damaged the device in any other way. “Please work, please work…” he muttered to himself.

The screen lights up, and it powers on. The screen displays a message "Warning! sudden impact detected! Please take care with your Pokédex!" It seemed to be working just fine! Still, wouldn’t that be a message to see if you fell off a cliff with it or something. Though, there was one, unfortunate, glaring problem with the device, namely the large crack in the screen. It functioned, but now he had to cough up the money to have it fixed, or deal with the small inconvenience of having a line across his Pokédex screen at all times.

Now that got him to loudly groan in irritation. That ‘dex actually meant quite a lot to the trainer; sure, it was actually an older generation of Pokédex, and it certainly could be replaced by a newer, better model... or maybe he could even look into getting some sort of Rotom Phone! However, this dex was a gift from a friend of his, a professor, and to have it damaged like this from the likes of a common thief? It definitely made him quite grumpy... With a huff, he turned off the Dex, and then marched right over to the downed Pokémon.

"So... thought you could get away with stealing more of my stuff, huh?" asked Vincent, crouching down to get closer to the Sneasel. His feet crunched into the snow, waving the cracked Pokédex at her. "I had no idea that it was you who had actually taken my stuff before...heck, doubt I would've even seen you leaving with my Dex if you hadn't been so bold to throw a snowball at me. You got way too bold for yourself, miss.”

By the time he had approached her, she had managed to roll over, onto her back. Her legs were splayed open enough that her slit was visible again, as well as the subtle pinkness in the very middle of it. She lays there panting, an exhausted look on her face as she leans up, resting on her elbows as she looks at the trainer. She looks at him with a face that had no remorse on it whatsoever. She was annoyed that she'd not only been caught, but that she'd been beaten.

She glowers at him, before poking her tongue out at him in derision. "Snee... Sel, Snee!" She spat, clearly not caring at all that she'd damaged the item that held such sentimental value to Vincent. Right now, Defiance was the only tool she had, and she was using it as much as she could, clearly thinking that this human would probably just send her back out into the wilderness - she wouldn't be stalking this camp again, that's for sure... But she certainly doesn't seem to have learned her lesson.

Vincent simply shook his head at the glaring Pokémon. "You're still very feisty for someone who got burned so badly-- what, you think I couldn't handle myself out here?" he asked, seemingly insulted. She was clearly indignant, and perhaps even fully defiant! If he just let her go as he was planning to...she very well could plan another attack later, or maybe even with some back-up! She might be alone now, but she very well could have some sort of pack she could report back to...

But then, he tilted his head down a little bit, peering towards the lower part of the Sneasel's body. Tsk...she had been intentionally taunting him like this before, but now, she was splaying more vulnerably. The trainer was no stranger to these sorts of thoughts-- he's had a few encounters before with Pokémon partners, and secretly indulged in that sort of stuff when he was browsing through his phone alone. Now, however, he had this wily Sneasel practically spread out in front of him; defeated, yet still sassy as ever.

Tsk, tsk...with that attitude towards him? Maybe he needed to be the one to teach her a lesson. "You clearly don't seem to take me seriously, with those little flashes of yours...so I'll just have to demonstrate what that's going to get you here."

Putting a stop to her is definitely the right thing to do, not just for the safety of others, but Sneasel loved to gang-up on prey, their signature move is Beat Up, after all. Which makes it rather odd that she's out here all by herself, but there's a non-zero chance that she could get a gang together and try again.

There was a disrespect in her eyes as he approached. Yeah, he and Chimney had defeated her, he'd made his point. Her fur was a little singed from the fire, and she had bits of wood debris in her fur, but aside from that, she still had the remarkably cute physique that Sneasel tended to have. Before, she’d used that to her advantage against other Pokémon, who sometimes could be enamoured by her style. She thought it would perform similarly but-- alas. Her leer continued as he got closer; what was he doin--

Yoink!

He suddenly crouched down and grabbed the Sneasel by the scruff on her neck! She had to have been exceptionally light, and in her weakened state, she probably wouldn’t be making too much of a fuss! He raised her up to meet her face to face, putting into perspective their respective height differences, Then, he spoke up...a smug smile coming across his face. “I’ll make sure you don’t ever think about stealing from anyone like that again, and showing a little respect!”

As he goes to grab her, she tries to kick at him… But she's too worn-down from the battle to get more than a couple inches away. She reaches up and weakly wraps her claws around the hand grabbing her by the scruff of her neck... But she didn't try to scratch him, when she very easily could, even in a weakened state (or perhaps she really WAS that tired...)

Her sassy, disrespectful demeanour only intensifies as he manhandles her. She frowns and she lets out a growl, "S-Sneee..." What did he mean, what was he going to do with her? How did he plan on getting her to respect him?

With the Sneasel in his grasp, he made sure to stare her down as he held her in front of him. Part of him was tempted to scoop her into a cradle, as he might have done to Chimney as a Chimchar. However, clearly the Sneasel wasn't in need of any of that sort of luxury. "You really don't know what a guy like myself has been through, especially with all the hiking I had to do to get to this point in the hills and woods. And you think I'm just going to have a brat like yourself get away so easily, after all that snatching and stealing? Yeah, that's not how it works around here..."

Vincent was feeling gutsy, especially with how meek she suddenly seemed at the moment. One of his fingers gently stroked the side of her cheek, almost tauntingly so. He wasn't trying to be rough (for now!), but he was attempting to let his presence be known regardless; he was the one carrying her around effortlessly while stroking her, after all. He could just be provoked at any moment! And of course, with her kinda dangling around like this, it probably gave him room to appreciate her slim and helpless body, even if she was a bit singed and roughed up. She might even notice that he was peering towards her nethers as well, oh dear—

A million thoughts were running through her head at the same time as she realises that she's in a LOT more trouble than she thought she was before. The gentle touch to her cheeks, the un-subtle glances at her little slit - she recognised the lewd look on his face and knew in her heart that things were about to take a turn for the worse for her. She started waving her hands, crying out, "S-Snee! Sneasel-Snee! Snee!" She seemed like she was trying to barter with him, in her own language, like she was trying to make some kind of a deal with him.

It's obvious that she knew what he was planning to do with her, and she was trying to stop him. But it wasn't going to work, her fate was sealed. Had she bitten off more than what she could chew?!

"Too late to negotiate~" grinned the trainer, having a good understanding of what her panicked, stammering cries might be about. He ignored them, not really all that fazed about the fact that she knew exactly what he was going to do to her- "Should've thought about that before you went ahead and stole from me!" And just like that, the two of them had reached his tent, with any other person being likely to bump upon him. He had plenty of time to do what he wanted to. Vincent kicked off his snow-covered shoes off behind him, in a rush to get inside the tent, and then to get inside of her!

With a low chuckle, he practically dove into the tent with the Sneasel in tow. There was a portable heater in there, keeping the tent comfortably warm for the trainer, but would certainly be a whiplash for anyone used to living in the cold! On his knees, he let himself properly pin her down, a hand on her chest, all while his other hand started to fumble with his pants. From his own little tent in his pants, it was clear that he was pretty excited about this! She was definitely in some trouble right now~

She struggled weakly, wrapping her claws around the hand keeping her pinned. She wanted to cut him, to slash him with her claws, but… she didn’t. This was a new opportunity that had presented itself to her. The trainer had brought her into the tent with him, where more of his belongings were. And if this human male were like the Sneasel and Weavile males in her pack, then perhaps if she powers through this, then she’ll have an opportunity to take everything she wants?~

For now though, her eyes were fixed upon his pants, knowing that beyond those weird fabric things that humans wore over their bodies, that he had an erection, and it was probably going to be too big for her small frame. "Snee! Sn... Snee-sell!" She protested, wriggling against the floor of the tent. She wanted to seem small and weak. She wanted him to underestimate her, to let his guard down.

But she had to keep her own guard up at the same time, and it was proving to be harder than she had expected. She had to admit, the warmth inside was rather pleasant, it was like it was suddenly Summer inside the tent. And putting aside the imminent punishment she was to receive, she didn't mind the sensation at all. The warmth was a small comfort while she watched this... this foul human start to undress in front of her...

Vincent was pleased that, while she struggled against the hand, she didn't try to claw or pierce him. That might cause him to get a lot rougher, and he hoped that also meant she got the hint that she shouldn't struggle for this lesson! And speaking of, the subject matter that she was going to be exposed to was exposed right there in the ambient heat! His pants and underwear pulled down in one good yank, she was exposed to a huge, throbbing cock in between those legs of his! Well, he was just above-average for a trainer, but for a Pokémon like herself... clearly, he wouldn't be able to match up with her!

"Heh, I wonder if an ice-type like you is cool to the touch there..." he mused. Clearly, that wasn't the case with her fur, but...he instead placed his free hand right onto her nethers, tracing a bare finger along her exposed slit, trying to see if his theory was correct! He even spread her lips out a little bit, trying to really investigate that sensation right there.... he knew Pokémon biology could be very interesting when it came to how fucking them could go! His encounter with a Salazzle certainly demonstrated that to him in the first place.

"Sneee..." She mumbled slowly and stopped struggling, in awe of the cock that had been presented to her. There was no way- that thing was longer than her forearm, easily double the size (and more!) of any Sneasel or Weavile cock she'd come across in the wilderness. She was no stranger to being mated, but a cock like that, she may as well be a virgin all over again. It looked so alien as well - where were the barbs? Why was there so much skin? And why were his balls so damned big?

She is cool to the touch, but not uncomfortably so. Sneasel aren't pure-ice types, they were cool inside, but they were still mammalian. It would be a pleasant, almost refreshing fuck, ramming that cock inside her little slit - her dark, indigo fur of her crotch peeled to the ides, revealing the lovely pink flesh of her insides. She was twitching in anticipation, likely clenching her cunt-muscles in a vain attempt to try and prevent the upcoming encounter… or, to at least keep up the ruse of being a tiny, fragile Pokémon!

Vincent couldn't help but laugh a little bit upon her stunned reaction, falling for her ruse for the moment. He continued to tease her cute little cunt-lips as he did so. "Well, well, well… Never been fucked by a human before? This really is a perfect way to show you what happens to thieves..." She seemed like she was cowed to hesitation, finding it hard to comprehend how his cock could possibly fit inside her. Well, Vincent was more than happy to demonstrate the 'malleability' of Pokémon. After all, if a Wailord was able to reproduce with a Skitty, then this was going to be nothing, in the grand scheme of things! She'd definitely learn how to adjust to his size.

But he knew that he wouldn't be able to properly fuck her without just a little bit of warm-up. Knowing that, and also wanting to have a bit more fun just messing with her, he prodded a finger coyly against that cool pink flesh of hers, slipping a finger inside and shallowly fingering her! He wanted to savour the sensation of her squeezing around a finger, using that as fuel to grow his leaking erection, throbbing in anticipation and arousal in the moment~

"Hmm...you really are a cute Pokémon, huh?" mumbled the trainer to himself, a satisfied look on his face. He was very much enjoying himself!

The temperature inside of her cunt was cool to the touch, very pleasant~ It would feel wonderful around his cock, that was for sure - but stretching her out a little would definitely be a solid idea considering the size difference. She lets out a little mewl, "S-Sneeeeee!!" as she feels the finger inside of her. She'd never felt something like it before - it was smaller than a cock, of course, but Sneasel and Weavile had claws, to them, fingering was just a bad idea all around. But this? This was different. She hated how good it felt inside her.

Her little cunt clamped around his finger, squeezing and clenching like she was trying to push it out, but to no avail. She squirmed on the ground desperately, her heart in her chest started to beat harder and harder as panic took over her body. She shook her head, "Snee! Snee-sell, snee!" She was starting to really worry about the size of his cock. The finger already felt bigger than it looked

"Hey, it's only a finger in here!" argued Vincent, smirking as he pushed that finger a little deeper into her, another joint trying to help wriggle within her. "If you're already squirming so much here, gonna be a huge overload when I properly fuck you." He began to get into a little motion, huffing in arousal from the depraved action. And he was taking more time to appreciate her body, by taking his other hand to brush some of the wood and foliage that had gotten stuck in the sleek fur of her chest. Didn't want the little fuck-toy to be messy before he fully started, right-?

A blush started to wash over her face - it was a bit tricky to see underneath the dark fur of her face, but it was definitely there, brought on by the stroking of her chest - as Vincent starts to groom her fur, picking the bits of wood and foliage from her fur. It reminded her of when she was a cub, how the older members of her pack would groom the younger ones. And so close, and so intimately pawing at her chest, he'd find that she had tiny pink nipples underneath the fur of her chest. And she let out mewls of pleasure each time they're touched...

"Oh hey, didn't notice these little things under that thick fur..." said the trainer, a certain glint in his eyes. It made sense - she was definitely more of a mammalian Pokémon, so she naturally would have these, and that they’d be so sensitive as well! How convenient, another thing he could really exploit! Now his hand had a new target in mind, and once he got a bit more of her fur cleaned up, he began to gently tweak one of those said nipples! Just having a pair of fingers maintain a steady grip on that nipple, rubbing and trying to make it nice and erect! All the while, that warm finger just only increased in tempo, trying to soak her as much as possible-

Her nipples started to stand up, only encouraged by the finger inside her, squirming about and writhing against her innards. She was a little confused at first, she didn't seem to understand why he was paying so much attention to her chest, especially when he discovered her nipples. The Pokémon she'd encountered, whenever they'd mated her, they just wanted to fuck her tight Sneasel pussy, nipples were for feeding young, right? But then he gave it a tweak, and she let out a yelp of surprise, "SNEE!" She hadn't expected that they'd be so sensitive! What was going on?!

The human grinned as he shifted his attention to her other nipple, letting it harden just like the other one. "Hah, still sensitive for a Pokémon...honestly, haven't thought about a 'mon with nipples yet~" Any other Poké-gals he'd been with had physiology that completely lacked nipples, or had them in an awkward place where he couldn't really mess with them while going from behind. But, with the Sneasel being bipedal in nature, well, she certainly had features he could play with, as miniscule as she were. And with the way she was leaking out now, she'd only need to be a little more wet to do what he wanted to do~

And then, she felt it. The other finger, the one buried inside of her vagina, brushed against something VERY sensitive inside of her, a little secret spot that she didn't even know about. It was obvious when he found it too, because her body lurched forward (as much as it could while being pinned, of course), and her eyes opened with alarm. "S-SNEEEEE!" She was getting wetter now, her little Sneasel-cunt had started to secrete more juices, cool to the touch.

To indulge himself even more, he leaned his face in, real close to her chest, in what could be danger-distance with those claws of hers! But, to distract her further from wanting to inflict pain on him, he tried to cow her with pleasure; he began to lick at close to that nipple as if he were one of her young, but with the intent to punish her sensitivity! With how small she was though, he was fingering her a little blindly as he tried to reach around, perhaps not being able to reach that weak point with as much finesse anymore. It didn't matter though, since her nipples were the main focus right now, after all! And he was very much enjoying just flicking those nubs-

Even though the finger inside of her coochie wasn't quite as pleasurable as before, he still managed to press her love-button every once in a while. The anticipation of it was almost too much for the tiny Sneasel to bear, as she lay there underneath him. Her struggles got less and less desperate as her body's instincts took over. Her other nipple hardened in Vincent's mouth, lapping at her like she'd seen the cubs of her old pack do with the matriarch Weaviles. But why did it feel so good?!

It was a difficult position to be in. She wanted to give this human a shake-down, let him use her until he was tired enough to let his guard down… But she started to worry: his musk was potent, especially as he started to perspirate in the warmth of the tent. She'd never be allowed back to the pack now; that is, unless she washed herself more thoroughly than she'd ever done in the past... And all the while, her little pussy only got wetter and wetter, her face more and more flushed. The finger inside her was a lot slicker now than it was when it had dived into her...

With a wet trail of saliva, Vincent finally pulled away from the small Pokémon, letting out a satisfied sigh. She had been a good Pokémon so far, reacting adorably to all his advances. It was a pleasure, seeing her body reacting positively, while she struggled to focus upon everything that was going upon her. But he was really craving himself too, his cock having gone completely untouched this entire time. It was tempting to force her to deepthroat it, but honestly, Vincent has had enough waiting around for this! She was going to have to clean herself very deeply after all of this was done... "Alright, I think you're ready..." he murmured in a low voice, finally pulling the finger out of her...and making sure to slick his cock just a little bit with her cool juices, just for the main course imminently approaching.

A wave of relief washed over her for a few moments as she felt the finger pull out of her snatch - it remains gaping just a little bit, the hole now hopefully wide enough that a cock can sink inside of the little slut of a Pokémon. Her relief washed away when she saw him apply her pussy juices to his cock, watching him crudely lube himself up with her fluids.

And here's what Vincent just oh-so loved to do. With him fully erect, and throbbing in arousal, his sheer size compared to his partner could be put on display here. Thus, as Vincent himself leaned back, he shifted his knees forward, allowing his engorged member to glide itself against her fuzzy body, before letting his balls rest right between her thighs. And with that position set into place, the Sneasel would be able to fully 'appreciate' just how huge a human like himself was in comparison to her! He would truly indulge in her reaction to this~ "Hah...think you'll be able to walk away with any of my stuff after this? Well, except for a belly full of my seed, of course..."

She shuddered, looking at the size of it - easily more than double the normally-modest cocks that Sneasel and Weavile males tended to pack. Much bigger balls too, which were nestled between her legs, against her cunt. She felt them throb and twitch, imagining the size of the loads that humans must make. It made her more than a little fearful, and even though she hated to admit it, it made her a little excited too. What filled her with fear though was the size of the cock. It would fill her up just to her nipples if he put the whole thing inside her. She was only petite, and that was 'petite for a Sneasel' - this could be bad. In a moment of hesitation, she decided that maybe stealing his belongings isn’t worth it; she just looks at him with pleading eyes, as if to say "Please believe me, I've learned my lesson!"

Vincent was unmoved by any of her silent pleas, continuing to idly grind against her smooth and lithe body. God, he could already imagine how much the Sneasel would need to be able to stretch to wrap herself around his cock~ It was almost ridiculous to consider it...but she still needed her punishment, just as he had thought in the beginning. Even if he did think she learned her lesson (which she most certainly hasn't), the trainer was far too worked up to consider backing off here! In his scenario, the Sneasel might want to think of this as extra credit...and it wasn't going to be something she'd be getting an easy A from! That only became more and more clear as the trainer slid his thick cock back, and allowed his tip start kissing right against the entrance to her pussy!

"Haaaaah... hmmpph..." mumbled the trainer, nearly salivating from the sheer sensation that he got from rubbing his tip right up against her straining folds. "Gonna make sure you can't even wobble away after I'm done with you...Just try to run away at that point, hah~" But his cock trying to enter her? It was like an oversized freight train trying to enter a cold tunnel that was just a bit too large to push through. But...he was going to make sure it fit anyway. And with that, Vincent's teeth grit just a little bit, trying to apply a strong amount of pressure constantly. He was going to make sure he had headway~

The cock chipped away at her resolve. Her brain was going haywire, to the point where she couldn't decide what she wanted to do, especially now that she was only moments away from being fucked with a cock that would put the most virile Weavile to shame. She stared at it, and was realising not just how much bigger it was, but how physically different it was as well. The cocks she'd taken were tapered at the tip, and had some fleshy barbs as well. Not the most pleasant way to get fucked, but it had to be better than the fleshy tube that was grinding against her, it just had to be. The human's cock was long, stiff and very warm against her cool body, and was already smearing precum against her delicate flower.

She grit her teeth and let out a muffled cry, "Sneeee... Sneasel, Sn-... Selll!" She was protesting, but not as urgently as before. Her brain was fractured - she was worried, but a part of her was excited. She tried her best to ignore it, but the growing wetness of her pussy did little to obscure that. Her pussy tingled and twitched more and more as the pressure against it only seemed to increase more and more... Until finally, she felt her pussy start to open, the tip of his cock slowly sinking inside...

Vincent was nothing but tenacious; through his extensive hikes and travels, there was a stubbornness that had built inside the trainer. to encourage him to keep going. But...as that hot, fleshy crown of his managed to sink in after enough effort...as always, he knew this effort was more than worthwhile!

"Fuck...!" The trainer groaned through more tightly grit teeth, even leaning his head back a bit as he allowed himself to fully envelop himself in the pleasure. She was chilly inside, no amount of pre was going to change that, and the coolness was a whole different feeling compared to any sort of Pokémon he's ever had some fun with. Moreover, given he was more than twice her size, she was gripping extremely tightly around his tip! Basic biology would show that a human like himself should not be mating with the small ice-type.

But Vincent didn't care.

Vincent would eventually open his eyes, huffing loudly, but having a satisfied grin on his face the whole time. He was eager to see how she was taking it-- or rather, how she was not taking him. Having at least a hundred pounds pinning your small body against the tent, combined with a massive cock threatening to spear you in half certainly would be something to process!

The Sneasel just isn't expecting just how hot the cock inside her would feel. She hadn't felt anything like it! A warm, fleshy cock inside her, heating her up from the inside as her body started to stretch and contort around him as he fucked deeper and deeper inside of her. Her belly bulged lewdly around his cock, leaving little to the imagination of just how deep he could get it. She looked down at the bulge, halfway to her chest now, and she looked up at Vincent with a strained look upon her face. "S-Snee... Snee... Selll... Sel, Snee..." She was begging him just to let her get adjusted to the overwhelming fullness, but she knew deep down that he wouldn't be stopping, not anytime soon.

"Think it's a bit too much~?" hummed the trainer, cackling a little bit at the handiwork he'd done on her; that being an utterly noticeable protrusion right at her stomach! Slowly, agonizingly so, he had eventually managed to sink a few inches into her body, and that was already enough to get her to stretch out that much! Her natural cries and pleas went unanswered, refusing to even think of relinquishing the Sneasel until he was done~ "Well, you better get ready, because that's not all that I got...but I'll make sure to really enjoy myself here before we get to that!"

With that same slowness, the human would let himself slide out of the Sneasel's pussy. It made him shiver a bit, the feeling of the air outside of her pleasant coolness producing a colder feeling than when he was inside of her. He wanted to quickly get back into her as fast as possible, so.... wham! Now having explored those lovely depths of the Sneasel's body, he was quick to cover new ground once again. This time, he rammed his way all up into her gut, and with that, he suddenly burst into an explosive pace. Body hunched over hers, he'd slam his hips back and forth again her own, just indulging in the sensations of her tight, velvety innards~

"SNEE!" She lets out a yelp of surprise as he rapidly slammed his cock back inside of her, an inch deeper than he'd fucked her that last time. She was seeing stars, she had no idea how to process what was happening to her, especially as her body seemed to finish stretching to accommodate him. And as he started really hammering in and out of her, she let go of his hands and dug her claws into the floor of the tent, as if holding on for dear life as he pistoned in and out of that Sneasel pussy, which was becoming wetter and wetter with each thrust.

Each thrust drilled a little deeper each time, and eventually, as her Pokémon-body adjusted to the sensation, the pain of the overstretching started to fade. She hated thinking about it, but this was actually starting to get better and better. It was humiliating of course, to be bred by a human of all things, but her body was adjusting to the sensations, and this experience was starting to become... maybe even pleasant? She didn't like thinking about it, she wanted to hate it...

"Shit, never imagined...mnnh~ A Sneasel would feel this fucking good!" Cooed the trainer in between heavy, heated breaths. It was pretty incredible actually, to be able to freely pound and slam away at the ice-type! With how wet she was getting, there'd be all sorts of wet noises in the tent, just a sign of his intensity against her. "Bet you didn't think a human… nfffh… could be this damn rough too. Pokémon like you, so confident that you can mess with us...humans got plenty of stuff under our sleeves~" Or in his case, plenty under his pants, of course.

A hand moved over to her waist, pressing his hand down against it, actively beginning to rub at that bulge that protruded so proudly outwards. He shuddered at the sensation of his hand pressing against his shaft… sandwiched between them being the Sneasel's belly and soft, sleek fur! He wondered if she'd really be able to walk after he was done with her… or if she was more durable and ready to take a huge dicking than he thought! Again, maybe just some sort of Pokémon thing? But he didn't let those thoughts pester him for too long, taking more and more action as he made sure there were a couple inches missing outside of her~

Of course, he'd fucked Pokémon before. But none of them were this small, and he’d never been as rough with them as he was being to the Sneasel right now. "Snee... Snee... Snee..." She grunted in time with his rhythmic thrusting. She grit her teeth and forced her eyes closed as the animalistic fucking continued. The cock was bulging her deeper and deeper with each thrust inside of her, and it was starting to feel better and better. She wasn't stretching as much, her body had grown accustomed to the size a lot quicker than she had anticipated - and before, she thought it would feel worse than the barbed cocks that the males of her species had, but after thinking about it, this was better; not having fleshy barbs hooking into her insides...

Then, she did something that maybe he wouldn't have expected, and judging from her expression right afterwards, it's likely she didn't expect it either.

She moaned.

Her moaning out loud caused his motions to stifle for just a moment, eyes widening. "Huh, I guess you did get ready..." murmured the trainer, before a satisfied smirk came across his face. She might have been a little toy for him to use, but she was now a toy that was getting into the motions! That was real funny to him… and didn't help those twisted justifications in his head! "Seems like you can't resist whatever nature is happening right now, hah! Now I really don't have any reservations about this..." As if he really had any to begin with in the first place!

Regardless of his true thoughts, this was the extra drive he needed to go rougher. Instead of pressing her into the ground, he tightly grabbed her hips with both hands...a nd started using his arms to pump her up and down on his cock! The new position lifted her a little bit above the ground, making it difficult for the Sneasel to clench onto the tent as a way to brace herself; she was starting to lose what little control she had! And the trainer was more than relentless, using his strong arms to make sure she was shoved closer and closer to his base...surely her pussy could stretch out all the way for him! Perhaps even making it all the way into her womb at this point~

She was little more than a toy for the trainer to fuck at this point. She had almost no physical control anymore - her hands were on the ground, stabilising her back and head, while her hips were up in the air, legs dangling by either side of the trainer's hips as he fucked deep into her. "SELLLL!! S-SNEE, SNEASELLLLLL!" She cries out, as she feels the cock drilling into her, deeper and harder. The new position compressed her body a little more, making the cock feel like it was driving even deeper than before. She feels her womb stretching around his erection as it plundered into her over and over again.

But it wasn't just the physical control that she was losing... The pleasure kept building, no matter how much she desperately tried to stifle it and ignore it. But this new position meant that he was fucking her at a different angle than before, and now there was more pressure at her clit with how he's holding her, and the pleasure starts to overwhelm the animalistic part of her brain. Her thoughts telling her to power through this were now screaming at her to submit, and to surrender to the pleasure of being bred by such a big, life-changing cock. "S-Snea...sell..." She moaned, trying to bite her hip to keep herself from making too much noise...

Her intense cries were like music to his ears, watching her writhe and attempt to hang onto the ride that the trainer was forcing her to endure! He was up in the clouds right now, his steady shoving and pulling doing plenty of work to absolutely ravage her innards. It felt amazing, putting himself into this new position, letting some more of his body do that direct work… As much as the human would want to keep pummelling the Sneasel endlessly… she felt just too damn good for him! Something inside him was churning, with how much her walls squeezed and clamped down on him from her body's constant needs to derive pleasure from this situation.

"Mnnnh, fuck...!" grunted Vincent through gritted teeth. "Hah… c'mon, you naughty fuckin' bitch...! Take everything that a thief like you deserves...!" Firmly planting his knees into the ground, he wasn't pulling any more stops at this point. He was truly trying his best to use her essentially as a living fleshlight, one that would scream and moan out in reaction to him. Had he had some table to slam her against, or even enough room to stand up, he would have for sure gone to the point where she wouldn’t have any control left to begin with! But he let her toy around with her claws digging into the tent, because she was his toy, and he was rutting her like a feral Arcanine!

The Sneasel pussy would have been like nothing he'd ever fucked before. She was so tight and snug around his cock - maybe it was uncomfortable at first, but it's almost like her insides have stretched to be the perfect size for his cock, like her body was instinctively adapting for him, to make him feel even better. She felt so cool as well - not ice-cold, more... refreshing, her insides a gentle coolness that was completely unique and a lot of fun to feel around his cock as the rutting continued...

But by this point in the ordeal, the Sneasel's “struggles” had all but stopped, and her cries were turning into moans. The idea of stealing everything he owned was now just… gone. She was submitting to the pleasure, totally overwhelmed by it. This was either another of her species' tricks, or perhaps she's starting to appreciate the size of a human cock compared to the Alpha-Weavile that tried to breed her that one time - there was just no comparison! "S-Snee... Snee... Snee..." She's letting out little moans in time with the rapid rutting, feeling the humanoid cock bottom out inside her repeatedly, the movements constantly battering and teasing her over-sensitive g-spot inside her.

It was becoming too much; she'd never been fucked like this before... How could she go back after this?!

How could she go back? Well, that might just be the neatest part in Vincent's list; she wasn't going to be able to go back! In his entire obsession to fuck her as hard as possible, he had become enamoured with the idea of truly enjoying her for later. He might have laughed at the thought a good ten or so minutes ago, but he didn't care about any kind of sexy or strong Froslass that could support him throughout a match. Not for right now, at least; this may be the kind of thing he would come to regret later, but he wanted her now. He could just find a fairy-type to actually help him in a battle...but this Sneasel's body? It was his.

Now, he was entirely devoted to using her like the adaptable, cool fleshlight she was. Nothing was beating this feeling... With his orgasm being so close, he tried to slam his hips roughly alongside his actual pushes and pulls of his hands on her body! There was no way he wasn't bottoming her out at this point, indenting her body with the shape of his shaft. He wasn't going to let any Pokémon be able to compare itself to him when it came to just how much he stretched her out wide. With these rough, rapid thrusts though, his actual horny motions weren't deep strokes, but rather, rapid and punishing. And how could they be otherwise? She'd basically awakened something in him, and well...she was paying the price for it, truly! Especially his breathing began to hitch, and his cock began to throb wildly into her; oh dear-

They awakened something in each other it would seem. And the rougher and rougher he was, the more her body seemed to respond to it.

Of course, in the wild, mating is normally pretty rough-and-tumble, especially for species like Sneasel and Weavile. She'd been around long enough to realise that males of her species were very self-serving, so they'd never try to focus on her pleasure as well. So, she learned to squeeze that pleasure out herself, thrusting her hips back against rough, wild thrusts; changing the position of her body so that the thrusting was more inclined to put pressure on certain areas inside of her. But like this, with the way that the human was fucking her, there was no need to even worry about that. The cock was so deep, so thick, and thrusting at such an animalistic pace that she didn't need to do anything before her body was overwhelmed by pleasure. She could barely even think straight, her mind was just constantly bombarded with pheromones and hormones that made her LOVE the treatment.

She felt the cock throbbing wildly inside her and she knew that he was close. Though he was a human, he was still a male, and she was barely coherent enough to recognise the same sensations that she'd felt with males she'd previously mated with. That tell-tale throbbing of their cock, the sign that they were just about to orgasm, and that this would soon be over.

But the part of her that wanted it to be over was only getting quieter and quieter, and the animalistic, pleasure-driven part of her brain was screaming out for more. More pleasure, more warmth, more of everything. And it built and built until suddenly...

"S-SNEEEEEE!! SNEEEEEE SELLLLLLLLL!!!!!" She screeched as loud as she could, her insides clamping down hard around the cock pumping inside her, her body arching like she was possessed by a Gastly... She was having an orgasm.

That was the last straw for the trainer. Her innards were already misty-cool and inviting, already squeezing on him in the best ways… and it somehow only got better?! No way the trainer could keep it in anymore, no way he could resist doing what he wanted to do to this Sneasel this entire time. Sweaty hands gripped tightly onto her frazzled fur, before he plunged her down as deep as she could possibly go, balls slapping right up against her tail feather at this point!

And with that, Vincent exploded directly inside of the ice-type's already over-stuffed womb, flooding her body with his incompatible seed. With how amazing it was to absolutely ravage her, his body had so much to give for this mischievous bitch~! Gush after gush of his hot, sticky seed contrasted with her chill insides, splattering even more warmth into her than the friction he produced by fucking her this entire time~ Of course, with how much he'd stuffed her already, there was absolutely no way that he was going to contain that inside of her… and it might just add quite a bit of pudge in her stomach as she'd pretty much be struggling to contain it all!

In fact, that wasn't even enough, because a few spurts later, a rope of that seed splashed out of her pussy at high pressure, just demonstrating how much he really was unloading into her. How could she handle it all?! Not that the human cared of course, with just how ingrained into this feeling he was. His breathing was coarse and almost primal, just from all the exertion and sensations that he'd experienced over the past few moments. It all was amazing, Vincent practically being in a high from just how good fucking her was~

The sudden sensation of the warm human-cum flooding into her womb had renewed her orgasm which, by that point, had started to wane. She rode that baby as long as she could, writhing and squirming in Vincent's grasp as she felt rope after rope of warm, virile, human seed spill into her. She was only small, so she wasn't expecting just how much he would cum - it was as if every cumshot she'd ever received in the wild was spurting inside of her at once, the sheer volume making her belly swell, the pressure pushing cum out the sides of her pussy despite the ultra-tight grip her cunt seemed to have around his cock. It was heavenly and hellish at the same time, it felt so depraved and so morally wrong, but it felt so, so fucking good...

But all good things must come to an end and her orgasm, as drawn out as it was, finally started to wane. She thought she would feel shame, or maybe some kind of humiliation in being bred by a human, but all she felt was exhausted... and full. Her claw weakly came up and rubbed her belly, feeling just how big she'd gotten - it was as if she'd been properly bred - was this how it felt to have an egg inside? Not that she'd need to worry about that with a human of course, but still... The thought was nice...

"F-Fuck..." grumbled the human, letting out a satisfied moan as his own orgasm began to subside. His grip loosened on the Sneasel, letting her go slack against the floor of the tent, and he just sat there, panting for breath. It was a depraved sight to behold. Post orgasm, with the shaft of the human softening and with a little more energy in her system, the Sneasel managed to pull herself off of his cock, the top leaving her cunt with a wet 'pop' sound, followed by a waterfall of cum, oozing from her.

As he allowed himself to settle into the afterglow, he realized just how much of a number he did on her. She had taken his punishment like an absolute champ though, and been such a fun little toy this entire time. It was settled...he was going to have to do this again. Not now of course… but she felt just so amazing on him, that he had to go with it.

"Seemed you enjoyed it as well..." murmured the human. "...Hmm… y'know what, just thinking about it, you have been quite the good girl ever since I started. Maybe you have already learned your place… though that won't stop me from making one last request." With a satisfied little chuckle, he'd flip the Sneasel around, letting the full Pokémon rest against his knee.

“S-Snee?” She managed to let out a curious whimper as she placed both her hands on her belly and pressed down, squeezing the cum out of her, likely to try and make herself a little more comfortable without having such a distended, pregnant-looking belly. It made such a big mess all over the floor of the tent…

"Clean me off, and I'll make you a proper member of my team… I'll always remember the fact that you're just a damn thief, but I'll make sure you get stuffed like this over, and over, and over again… you’ll be a plaything, but you'll still have a place~" That tone of feigned friendliness… he was confident she knew enough to realize where she was at right now, being bred as long as he revelled in the feeling of fucking her.

The ultimatum came as a surprise - she had stolen from him, and battled him after all. She partly expected for him to kill her after this brutal fuck-fest, but apparently humans were more civilised than she thought they were. The answer was an easy one to make, of course. She grew to love the sensation of becoming a fuckdoll for the human, but she also knew that she'd never be permitted back into the pack like this. They'd shun her for sure, for the cardinal sin of mating with a human, they'd smell it on her and she'd never be able to get the scent out of her fur.

So... she managed to crawl over to him… And then she opened her mouth and began to lick his cock clean. She's assuming that's what he meant, she didn't have any other way of cleaning him, so a tongue-bath it would be. The taste of cum immediately filled her mouth, the subtle saltiness of his cum as she licked and lapped away. They didn't really do oral stuff in the wild, so this was a new experience for her, but she didn't mind it. She just focussed on cleaning him, claws resting on his thighs, with her face in his crotch...

Seemed she was more than agreeable to his proposal, with how she started to lick him off. Not like she had much of a choice in the matter to begin with of course, but he was pleased that she was happy to just go ahead and clean him off like so, even if this whole thing had left a mess elsewhere... including that puddle of cum that had oozed out of her. A truly depraved thought came into his mind, but-- he was distracted by the feeling of her starting to lap at him like a lollipop. He let out a soft grunt at the less sensitive, but still well appreciated feeling. That was a fucking hot sight, watching the Sneasel going down and cleaning up his shaft. If he had any more energy, he craved the fantastical idea of making her try and shove the thing into her mouth, somehow. As it stood, he didn't even have the drive right now to get hard; the events of the day really had tuckered him out.

"That's a good little Sneasel~" hummed out the trainer, chuckling lightly as he gently rubbed the top of her head, a finger brushing past the base of her 'ear' feather. He may have absolutely given into depravity earlier, fucking her almost senselessly, but this whole ordeal had contented him… for now. So, he would offer such leniency as this, just letting himself take in the feeling of her cool tongue cleaning him up, with the hum of that heater in the corner. being the only prominent sound in the tent, now that he had finished fucking her so intensely. Still, he could fantasize for the future, closing his eyes as he just let himself relax.

She could get used to this, she really, really could. It felt like something naughty, something taboo, to not just have been fucked by a human, but to be so subservient and clean up after the mess had been made, and there was a heck of a lot of mess. Soon though, thanks to her eager licking and suckling, there was no trace of cum on the trainer's cock, just the sheen of the pokemon's lingering saliva, the sign of a job well done. She had a strange sense of pride in what she'd done~

But she wasn't done, no. He told her to clean up the mess, to clean him off, and then she'd be a member of the team. And a lot of that cum had splattered onto his balls as well. And so, that's what she decided to clean next. She hadn't ever really seen balls like these before - a lot of Pokémon had internal genitals. Sneasel and Weavile weren't included in that, they had balls like humans did, but they were hard to see, a lot smaller and covered with fur, but they were there if you looked - just like the slit between her legs and the nipples under her fur. But human balls were bigger, they were proud, they swung low like a pendulum, and she liked them. Especially how they smelled.

Before she even started licking them, her nose was pressed against his balls, under his shaft. Her sensitive nose was overwhelmed by his male scent, and she'd probably need to be snapped back out of it before she continued licking him clean.

No Pokémon had actually ever been this...submissive to him before, not like this. How shocking, considering how much of a cocky tease she was before. He had gone pretty crazy to her right there, but it was just retaliation for those naughty actions... Maybe that’s why he exerted himself so heavily in the first place, letting out the bottled frustration. It was cathartic in a way, fucking a pokemon’s brains out, huh...? There was no time to mull about that though, as he'd started to realize that she'd stopped licking, and was instead starting to just let herself rest and sniff that male scent of his all the time!

"Sheesh, you addicted to this~?" murmured the trainer, quite amused by the Sneasel's fascination with his nuts. He tapped her a little bit firmly on her head. "C'mon, you're not done cleaning yet; you can save the worship for when I'm hard..." ...Though, while he was saying that without the intention that he could get hard right now, he had to admit, this still was pretty fucking hot. If she continued doing things out of her own volition, that sort of attitude might just change, because while he might be more than happy to rest and sleep this awesome night off, well, if she still had some energy left, he didn't mind that at all~ It would just show him even more that he'd truly gotten her to a subservient mess~

"Sneee..." she let out a rather pathetic whine, before she went back to work. Instead of sniffing, she was back to licking now, her mouth opening as she cleaned up more and more of the cum off of the trainer's warm flesh. She could feel his relaxing heartbeat as she worked, and she felt the warmth radiating off of him as well. It must be nice to be so warm, she felt a pang of jealousy as she continued to lick at his balls, sucking each lobe until they were practically sparkling clean.

Addicted... Was she addicted? Not yet, but she was definitely intoxicated that was for sure. Eventually she had cleaned his cock, his balls and even his thighs, not a speck of cum remained on his body... But she wasn't done. She liked the taste of his cum! It was warm in her ice-type mouth, and had a subtle saltiness to it that she decided she liked the taste of. And lo and behold, there was still more of it that had spilled onto the ground! So, she got onto all fours in front of him, and started licking it off the ground, like watching a pet Growlithe eat scraps off of the kitchen floor. She gently moaned as she lapped away, her backside facing towards him, cum still leaking down her legs, giving her more mess to clean up as it dripped onto the floor of the tent.

It seemed like Vincent could relax now, he let out a sigh of relief, letting the afterglow of what he had just done show him no regrets. He seemed to have an obedient 'mon now, who learned a valuable lesson about stealing...and she was a lovely cum dump as well! It was the first thing he thought up when she turned around...but then, he saw exactly what she was doing; eating his seed up from the tent floor. Considering her attitude toward him earlier, and the way she had attacked him, it was just… a lot to take in; he could hardly imagine her doing this kind of thing of her own volition, and yet, here she was! Silently, Vincent just watched her licking up the mess outside his body… and then he saw her cute little butt also facing him too, while she seemed totally unaware...

He could already feel his erection returning. A surge of adrenaline rushed through him.

Fuck it, he wasn't done with her yet.

She felt like such a depraved, submissive little thing. She hadn't felt this weak and tiny since she was a cub, and that was a long time ago now. But there she was, on the floor, lapping up cum like a Skitty lapping up milk that had spilled all over the kitchen floor. She found that she was genuinely enjoying the taste... or perhaps she was just enjoying feeling submissive, having someone who'd proven himself to be a large, virile, forceful mate. He hadn't even asked for this, but she was doing it, mostly because she assumed it would make him happy, and if it made him happy, she got a sick little thrill out of it; pleasing the human who, according to Sinnoh law, had just “abused” her. If there was a Jenny around here, he'd be in trouble, but it was just the two of them...

Were this some sort of appropriate comic panel, there would most certainly be a lens flare within both of Vincent's eyes as he sat up behind the Sneasel, all that fatigue washing away with his horny brain re-activating. Without any hesitation, he grabbed onto the Sneasel's ass with one hand, likely able to wrap a good amount around her with only that singular grip! That was all he needed though, quickly using his other hand to grab onto his base, and guide his member like a heat-seeking missile! Only this time, he wasn't going to use her dripping pussy…

She felt him grab her… She craned her neck to look around, and saw that cock at full mast again, slick with her own saliva. She'd hoisted herself with her own petard, her sloppy cleaning had lubed his cock and now it was pressing against her hindquarters... But not her vagina! It’s a good thing her saliva still served as good lubrication, as his top was suddenly trying to force entry into her ass instead!

"S-SNEE!! Sneasel, Snee!! SNEE!" She seemed to be crying out to him, "that's the wrong hole!!" as she felt that cock pressing against her tailhole. This isn't how Pokémon mated! They didn't do anal, only the horniest of Pokémon wanting an extra hole would fuck another Pokémon in the ass like this... Sure she'd never done it before, but it wasn't going to be pleasant, right? This wasn't the hole for sex, it was the... the other hole! But despite her protests, that lubed-up cock managed to slip an inch inside.

And fuck, she was tight.

"Nnnngh, holy shit...!" grunted the trainer, clenching his eyes shut just as tight as her ass was trying to clench on him! Okay, yeah, this was definitely a stretch, pun not intended. It was one thing for Pokémon biology to seemingly adapt to the possibility of there being large size differences between mates when it came to vaginal sex. But to him to shove it in her ass just like this?! It was a whole other level of depravity from the trainer. But he wanted this. He craved for the Sneasel, craved for the things he could do to ruin her and firmly cement her in place as a fuck-toy. Was being so rough with her pussy already enough to do such a thing? Probably. But all that did right now was make Vincent hunger for more.

And so, more he was going to get. His grip on her ass even tighter than before, he would press his hips forward as hard as he could, trying to wedge more into her, that tip trying to make any sort of headway. What helped him keep going though? She felt so, damn, good....

Such a tight, clenching, convulsing hole to fuck, and at a perfect temperature, not too warm, and not ice-cold. It was like she was a sex toy made for him to fuck. And the pleasure wasn't just physical either - he'd broken her down into a personal plaything, a Pokémon that was once so proud, and high-and-mighty, and cocky, reduced to this... It would appeal to some kind of primal instinct in his brain, that instinct of humans to dominate the nature around them - and what better way than this? Than by ramming your thick, human cock into a Pokémon less than half your size. Really stretching her out, testing if that myth of Pokémon being flexible lovers had any truth to it at all.

She was tighter in her ass than she was in her cunt, he felt it and she felt it. And while there was certainly some pain there, it wasn't as much as she thought... Actually, when his cock jerked around, pushing into her, it seemed to be squeezing her little love-button from the inside... It felt good. It felt real good, much better than she thought it'd feel... And that worried her.

As amazing as this all felt, it was trickier to make progress on her anus compared to her pussy. He had managed to wedge a few of his inches into her, but was really struggling to gain any more ground. But he was on fire right now; the weather outside might be frightful, but with how his lust had been reinvigorated by her actions, pounding her into the tent floor was more than delightful! He knew that more effort needed to be put into this, though that’s not to say that he wasn't already giving this his all…! So that could only mean-- "You're loving this, right?" said the trainer firmly in between steamy breaths, before letting out a loud huff. "Then start pushing back. Let me fill you the fuck up, you fucking slut~"

Vincent felt like he was an entirely different beast with how commanding he was with his words. And he loved it. After all the time and frustration of losing to 'better' trainers, it wasn't a new fighter that he needed to get himself on track; it was this pokemon's tight ass, a Sneasel that was going to submit to his needs. It was the best-case scenario: he found an Ice-Type Pokémon to balance his team for battling, and he also found a toy to fuck when he felt like it! Letting out a bit of a growl, Vincent gave a firm whap to her rear, giving her a little bit of a Force Palm to try and contend with! How rough-

Just like if she were up against a fighting-type Pokémon, that little bit of roughness seemed to be her weakness. The slap to her rear elicited a sharp, little "SNEE!!" from the Sneasel. She had been resisting his commands at first, but that impact against her little rear was enough to remind her who was in command here, and who was just a fuck-toy, a little slut becoming addicted to human dick. Gently at first, she started pressing herself backwards in time with his thrusts.

"S-Sneeee... Selllll..." She moaned through grit teeth. It was still painful, but there was a primal, depraved pleasure that she was managing to derive from the brutal anal. And as she thrust herself back against him, more and more of his cock managed to worm inside of her with each thrust. She managed to push her body up a bit higher too, allowing the cock to sink in deeper and deeper, at a much easier angle.

She was obeying him. No doubt about it. It wasn't that her fight had disappeared, or even that she'd been mind-broken. She had to be enjoying it now. She was wanting this, wanting to be defiled by a human, one of the biggest taboos for a Pokémon...

Fuck. Hearing her cry and moan out like that was like music to his ears. He couldn't understand what she was saying, but he's been around Pokémon enough to know the intonation behind their calls. And boy, did it seem like she was really getting into it all! It was clear that he was too, with how one fist was balled up, while the other clenched tightly onto her rear, all while he took deep and heavy grunts. Eventually, he needed to have both hands off to the side...but she did have her shoving herself on his cock. Hah...maybe he didn't need to anything anymore- “Yeah, c'mon, just bounce yourself up and down...!" goaded the trainer, nearly a snarl in his tone. He paused in his motions, letting her do all the work! "Fuck yourself against me like you mean it..! Show me how much of a cocksleeve you truly are!"

He grinned at the sudden statement. A cocksleeve… Hah! Now there was a term that he'd never thought he'd be able to attribute towards a Pokémon! but it was perfect. He'd be able to pick her up easily in one hand, and if he went inside her pussy, he might even be able to go at a pretty steady motion. He could imagine the future, losing another battle, or have a long day of training, and he can just call her over to send all his troubles away~ With how she was enjoying it all, he certainly didn't think there would be any complaints for her either~!

"Snea... Sell... Snea... Sell..." Her grunts of determined pleasure were coming through grit teeth as she felt him inside her ass, getting deeper and deeper into her backside with each thrust. She felt him easing up a bit, and a few minutes ago, perhaps she'd have been pleased by that. He wasn't being as deliberately rough with her, which was good right?

Wrong. No, she wanted the roughness, she craved it. A part of her brain chemistry had changed, and now she needed this! And so, she starts bouncing against him more and more, her little thighs controlling her position as she started to fuck herself on his cock. He was using her like a cocksleeve for sure, but in some aspect, she was beginning to ride him like she was riding a dildo. Remnants of his cum leaked out of her pussy and onto the floor of the tent, also leaking off of her mouth from when she had been licking herself off the floor.

"Cocksleeve? Fuck like you mean it?" These horrible, degrading words... they were making her feel INCREDIBLE... Her insides begin twitching more and more, tighter and more fervently. She felt something building within her!

Vincent was in utter bliss right now as she transitioned to riding him on her own volition. Instead of thrusting against her like he was before, he was aiding in those rough, animalistic urges that were building in her body. Her riding was assisted by him lifting her ass up and down over and over again. He was providing just the last bit of energy needed to get closer and closer to bottoming out, to stuff all of his huge cock right up and into her. He still craved the fact that she was pushing herself against him, so ravenous and tripping over this pleasure. He was freely grunting out and expressing, loving every moment of this utter depravity, all of which was enough to spur him to take even more action!

"Both of your holes are about to be filled...!" mumbled the trainer harshly, before giving her rear another firm whap. "How filthy of you, having a field day stuffing your ass onto my dick! Think you can handle that? Handle being a cumsleeve for my desire?!" His voice was all fired up, almost stammering over himself as he pondered the response, but he was just so busy right now with how much he was exerting himself. It was hard to keep your words straight when your cock is pressed so deep into a Sneasel's asshole, as crazy as that might just sound!

But perhaps he’d underestimated how much her attitude had changed: This wasn’t enough for her anymore. She was riding him, but she couldn't see him. She needed to see how he looked at her while he was balls-deep in her little Sneasel booty. And so, for a brief second, she managed to lift herself off of his cock, and spin around, looking directly at him with the same cocky smirk she had when she had first attacked him and his Infernape - except now, it wasn't as mischievous as it was very, very slutty~ "Snee~" She moaned, giving him a wink as she sat atop his cock again. If he looked at her, her cunt would be spasming wildly, on the verge of another orgasm, this time by fucking herself on his cock...

And then she sank herself down again, right down to the base - or as much as she could physically take without hurting herself. Her abdomen bulged around his cock, making her look almost pregnant as she sank low again, panting and grunting as she did so... And then, she started bouncing up and down again, feeling his cock throb within her, and he'd feel her body throbbing around him. She seemed to want to get him off first, as if it were a competition now, and the entire time, she looked right at him, giving him such a slutty little glare~

Vincent had not expected her to turn around while riding her, but at sight of her winking at him in their newly found eye contact, he began to smirk. "Oh, you horny fucker..." said the human with a low, yet deeply pleased and amused tone. She had fully succumbed to whatever feral desires had consumed her, and now it was like she was daring him, one last defiant act in the heat of the moment. For a moment, it seemed like they were in a little bit of a sync… until he felt her body throbbing around his cock. Heh… Was all of this in an attempt to beat him out at him fucking her? To get him to cum before he did? That got his eyes to narrow a bit, his breath hitching in irritation for a moment.

If she wanted to play naughty, then he was going to go right by these rules and ignore what he had said earlier. He started to thrust back against her motions, fucking right back up against her coy manoeuvres. His hands held onto her legs, letting her continue trying to sit right back against him, but still doing it as a sign of his presence. Thus, he kept this whole race up, gritting his teeth a bit as he refused to lose at this competition, and just letting her stomach distend over and over again. For someone who should've been unfamiliar with anal, particularly with a guy of his size...this Sneasel was taking it very well, and he wasn't about to let her win, when HE was the one in control…

But holy fuck, it was a tricky battle with how tight her ass was!

Sneasel are a very interesting Pokémon. And perhaps Vincent would learn more about them later on in his journey. But right now, this slutty little Sneasel was in a lot of discomfort. Taking a cock thicker than her arm into her asshole, the first time anything had fucked her there. It was an overwhelming sensation, one that her body wasn't used to, and of course, there was more than a little pain there, as she rode his cock up and down. But Sneasel could have slight masochistic tendencies; a relatively common trait in dark-types, it made them more dangerous to encounter in the wild, because they didn't go down as easily, or were harder to scare off with shows of force. And right now, the Sneasel was playing into that trait by riding a cock much too big for her. She was so fucking tight, and her body was starting to slowly warm up a little as well: God it must have felt feel absolutely incredible!

But another trait that Sneasel had was a highly competitive streak. They're pack animals, and though they work as a team, the best Sneasel gets the most food, gets the best shelter, and gets the most sex. This particular Sneasel had turned the sex into a competition, trying to get Vincent to cum first. And she thought she was winning too, looking down at him with a slutty, smug grin upon her face... One claw of hers on her belly, feeling the cock-bulge each time she took his cock as deep as it could go without hurting her too much.

But again, she underestimated the human. She needed to be put in her place, and that meant making the little slut lose. And when he thrust up against her, she wasn't expecting it. She thought she was in control, and suddenly, she wasn't any longer.

It only took a few thrusts to trigger it. Her facial expression broke, the confident grin turned into a slutty, moaning face of pleasure. Her insides convulsed and tightened. And then, she let out a squeal of unadulterated pleasure. "SNEEEEEEEEEEE!!" She squealed.

And this time? She even squirted~ A torrent of juices flowing from her cunt...

Vincent grunted gutturally as the Sneasel squirted all over his crotch, but kept his stride, refusing to relent even as she spasmed and squirmed all over his body, while beads of sweat started to drip from body (despite the fact he was fucking an ice-type) And despite his intense focus, he couldn't help but have pride swell through him after wiping that smug, stupid, sexy-as-hell, look off the dark type's face. Once more, it was a close shave with their orgasms, but ultimately, the Sneasel had faltered right before he did. And that was good; he wasn't going to let her game get played like this, let her maintain the belief that she had him wrangled.

He felt his balls tighten up. It was the other way around, always.

"I... win!" shouted the trainer, fully embracing this competitive act of depravity, and yanked her slutty, petite body right down onto the base of his cock!

And with her stomach so sickly distended outwards, the human would only contribute to making that bulge even more evident...! With the same intensity as his first orgasm, he sent another wave of his seed deep into the small Pokémon, shutting his eyes and wrapping his arms around the overwhelmed Pokémon. All of his orgasm was stuffed right inside of her guts, his tip embedded into her like a drill shaft, he would fill her up with his human spunk once more, any of his inhibitions long gone at this point. It was like he could feel the pressure that came with having her against his body as he came!

Balls deep in the pokemon's tight, perfect asshole... the cum flowed in terrific spurts, such a ridiculous amount for a small Pokémon like her to take. Her belly was already bulging with his large cock inside of her, but as more and more cum sprayed into her, her belly swelled up. By the time his orgasm started to wane, her belly had swelled so much that the Pokémon looked like she was carrying an egg! She remained on his cock panting and moaning in pleasure, as the intense feeling of internal-stretching kept her orgasm going, drawing it out as she sat on his cock, trembling...

Then, out of sheer exhaustion, and coming down from her orgasmic bliss, the Pokémon fell forward, landing with a wet splat against Vincent's chest, which she had squirted all over just a few moments prior. She wrapped her claws around the trainer's belly, and nuzzled into him...

And... was she purring?

Vincent basically collapsed against the floor of the tent by the time he started to calm down, shutting his eyes as he let out a shaky groan. Alright, he was truly spent this time, and nothing less than a potent sweet scent from a Florges was going to quickly get him that hard again. But man, what a wild ride this had all been, being able to claim her pussy and ass like this, ravishing her with such force and intensity. He thought for sure she would've completely passed out immediately… but instead, he felt her nuzzling her cheek into him, a low purr echoing from her throat. His eyes shot open, and confirmed the sight; this naughty little Sneasel, resting against him way too adorably. In spite of his recent behaviour... he couldn't help but feel a little warm as he did so.

"...Fuck… alright… maybe you aren't so bad-" grumbled the human, sitting up ever so slightly as he idly scratched the back of her head. Shit...he had just ravaged her harder than any partner he's had a chance with, all driven by his need to teach this Sneasel a lesson, to break her… but he hadn't really broken her, had he? Instead, she was out here all nuzzled up against him, purring from the satisfaction of the afterglow. His fatigued thoughts were pretty muddled but… perhaps this was just how dark-types worked naturally all along. For a moment, it was frustrating to think about… this lesson could have failed in his eyes, and could he need more?

He ruffled his fingers on her furry back. Hah… maybe he could check in and see if she's learned her lesson tomorrow. With an exhausted, but more than content laugh, he rested his head back again, closing his eyes once more.

The Sneasel felt the human slowly slipping into unconsciousness. A post-orgasm tiredness, compounded with the ferocious battle and the comfortable warmth of the tent… Just like some of the males in her pack. Some things just transcend species, it seems…

For any Sneasel, this would make him the perfect victim. Asleep. Helpless. She could take everything he had and disappear forever, leaving him here with that dumb Infernape. Sure, her pack would smell his scent all over her, but if she brought back enough food and trinkets, they’d probably overlook that. She could be a hero to her pack! The little Sneasel who managed to swindle a human!

…But she didn’t. She felt the human start to sleep. And she kept purring. She told herself that she had been doing it to lull him into a false sense of security but… the battle, and the two rounds of rough, rough sex had left her physically spent. Plus, she felt bloated with that cum filling her ass – as the human’s cock softened and slipped from her tight little booty, it left with a wet slurp, and his cum started to leak out of her ass and onto the trainer’s leg.

Those were the things she was telling herself as she laid there. The reasons that she wasn’t getting up from the trainer’s warm, soft body… She didn’t want to face up to the truth. Because the truth is that she liked it. She liked snuggling against his chest. She liked being warm. She liked the idea of not having to compete with her pack for food – humans fed Pokémon they caught right?

But most of all, she liked the feeling of being… What was the word he used again?

A cocksleeve?

Perhaps, in the morning, she’d do something else she’d know would piss him off.

Until then, she’d close her eyes, and dream of the things he’d do to her…