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Hmm. Maybe I shouldn't have wandered so far.

Selena looked around the forest, every tree unfamiliar, every path not quite the one that had brought her here. Of course, she could always try to teleport from the forest and back to the valley, but that would require some idea of where the valley was. Maybe if she got some height? Surely no one would notice a little Noibat flapping around in the air, not in the short space it would take her to get her bearings.

She lifted off of the tree branch, flapping her small wings to get some altitude. Flying was different than levitating, so much more work! But a Noibat simply floating in midair would call too much attention to herself, and Alexi likely wouldn't be around to pull her out of the fire if someone caught her today. At least the wings in this form gave off next to no noise, she reasoned as she zipped up higher and higher in the air. Still, no matter how high she went, nothing looked right. Those mountains to the west weren't the same as those that bordered the valley, and there was no rushing river anywhere near home. She gave a small huff of frustration, spinning around again and again as if to protest the geography around her until it would cooperate.

She had no idea what hit her. She hardly saw the blur that zipped past her, head whipping round just in time to see it snatch her out of the air. Now she was struggling against the strong silver-grey arms that held her tight, the claws digging into her belly only making her panic harder. Nothing could have prepared her for the voice that invaded her thoughts though, something that precious few pokemon had ever been able to do to her.

"Keep struggling, little one, and I'll make a meal of you yet," it almost snapped, making her yelp in surprise. "Don't you worry your small head, I don't plan to kill you. I may even help you find your way home, after I've had my fun." The tone in her head made her shudder, though the first drops of blood staining her fur made her stop encouraging those sharp claws. She had no choice but to wait and see what her kidnapper would do with her.

They came to a ford in the river, the water slowing to an almost placid pace in the small area. Thick trees seemed to ensure that no one would sneak up to interrupt them, even if it was easy enough for any would-be onlookers to watch them. She was pressed down roughly into the sandy riverbank as he landed, knocking the wind out of her as he took a better look at his catch. Trapped on her belly, she couldn't look and see what he looked like, but the way his muzzle pressed against her as he took a good sniff of her gave her a few guesses. A rather brazen sniff and lick between her legs prompted her to squeal, her little bat feet kicking uselessly at his much larger face with all the effectiveness of cotton balls.

"You're awful small, puffball," he taunted her, voice echoing in her mind even as she fought against his grip. "That's alright though, I like a tight fit." She got no chance to protest as his muzzle returned between her legs, a long, thick tongue pushing against her defenseless folds to make her arch with unexpected pleasure.

"No, please! I'm sure there are others around you'd enjo- hahh- enjoy more!" She squirmed and clawed at the ground with her wings uselessly as he licked at her, tongue teasing her little clit before forcing its way inside her tight little pussy. She felt him laugh, both mentally and physically, as he continued his ministrations undaunted.

"For all your struggling, you're a sweet tasting little slut. Nice and wet too with just a little work." She flushed under him, her denials moot - the proof was literally in his face as he worked his tongue in and out of her rapidly dampening sex. "Quit fighting and enjoy this while you can - I promist the next part won't be quite as polite." He pressed closer, his lips pressed flush to her tight sex as he put a little more effort into his work. She squealed as his tongue flicked against her g-spot, unable to stop her body from spasming, unable to keep her narrow walls from trying to milk his tongue as he edged her until-

"Hahh, please don't- Hng. Stop, pleaseeeeeee!" Her pleas choked around moans as he forced her over that edge, her wings digging into the sand as she convulsed in unwanted pleasure. He smirked into her folds as she did so, lapping up the fruits of his short labors as she thrashed below him. She didn't notice him pull away at first, body dazed in a way that left her breathless for a good minute. But the absence of his paws forcing her down into the dirt registered as the pleasure ebbed, and she seized the window to try and flee - a pitifully naive notion. In a flash, he had her, slamming her back into a tree as he seized her out of the sky. She looked up at him for the first time and swallowed - she had forgotten just how big Latios could be.

"I suppose it's just as well that you're so insistent to escape. It's just not as fun when they don't put up a fight." Desperate, she tried to channel a burst of psychic energy at him, hoping to stun him even if it blew what little disguise she had left. But he was more than a match for her abilities, returning the burst back to her two-fold and dragging a cry of pain from her throat as she slumped against the tree. "Bold, but enough games. I didn't lube your little cunt up just to play mind games with you."

He punctuated his demands by grinding himself against her still-sensitive folds, the ridges of his erect shaft making her shiver and squirm even as she tried to recover herself. He was huge, the tapered length at least as long as she was tall - no way he could possibly fit that monster in her! He didn't seem daunted by the thought though, humping against her little body and smearing his thick pre in the already-messy for of her Noibat form, taking some sadistic pleasure in taunting her. Still, his threat wasn't empty - he was long past patient enough for any more foreplay.

She whined as she felt him line that drooling tip against her tight entrance, slowly spearing her with it until she was begging for mercy. Part of her was in agony, stretched wider than she could ever remember being by that fat dragon shaft. Part of her was shamefully pleading for more, fighting for more of the pleasure that each ridge sent shivering through her body as he popped it into her. When that tip kissed her cervix, she had a precious moment to adjust to the agonizing ecstasy, his eyes locked with hers with a knowing look only a Psychic type could pull off. He pulled back slowly, not even a quarter in her, then bucked forward, and it was hard to tell if what came out of her mouth was a scream or a moan.

"You bastard," she hissed as he repeated the process, battering her cervix with each slow thrust, making him smirk and repeat the motion harder. Further insults were stymied by the claw he pushed to her clit, dragging the sharp appendage against the sensitive bud and delighting in the way she arched against the tree in response. His pace picked up slowly, pulling back further now and savoring how her mind ached for those ridges to push back in as she adjusted to the sheer size of him, her own face a constant blush at her failure to hide her unwanted desire from him.

She could feel another climax coming, building in her stomach with each time his tip clashed against her cervix, his demands for entrance not long from being answered. She ached for it, struggles grinding to a halt as she gave herself over to the shameful bliss. So close, she could almost feel it taking her over-

No!

His glowing eyes answered every silent question, her outrage practically seething across their mental link. He smirked as he kept on riding her, her body tightening around his cock even as her orgasm stayed just out of reach.

"Why you- ahh- you fuck-fu-fAHH-!" Her voice broke with her cervix as he finally broke through, his cock quick to fill her defenseless womb as he sank in even deeper. The feeling of being spread even wider by him, each bump and ridge forcing her open in ways that bordered obscene, was too much for her. She thrashed in his grip, the pleasure pinning her to her climax as tightly as he held her to the tree, but it remained just as separate from her as before.

"Rebellious sluts don't get to cum," he sneered in her mind as he picked up his pace, shaking the tree itself with his rough fucking now as he really let her have it. She cried out in equal parts pleasure and frustration as he denied her, keeping her teetering over the edge even as he worked himself closer and closer to his own release. There was little warning before he bottomed out in her, her belly bloating out with the first jets of his climax. He gave a roar of pleasure as he unloaded in her, his thrusting halted for just that moment of release, the copious excess oozing out around their union. The feeling of being so utterly used and filled had her whimpering and crying out with pleasure, aching for that same release that he was denying her. Her respite didn't last though - he hadn't even finished unloading in her before he was back at it, thrusting through the mess and filling the area with the lewdly wet slap of every thrust. She was quickly reduced to begging, voice hoarse as she struggled to speak around her moans and cries, mind buried under the overriding need for release.

"Pl-please! Hngg- PleASE! Hahh, fuck, PLEASE YOU BASTARD! MAKE ME CUM!" she all but screamed, shameless in the throes of her almost-bliss, wings that had before swatted him away now pawing desperately at whatever she could reach. His smirk was infuriating, but damn him, he was good... She clenched around him, trying to entice him with her body as much as her pathetic pleas, and the laughter in her mind left her unsure how effective she really was.

"How quickly your tone changes, little slut," he taunted, pulling away from her to her absolute frustration. He leaned himself back against the base of another nearby tree, sloppy cock still throbbing with need as his eyes silently commanded her. She all but teleported to him rather than waste time flying the short distance, pressing her little body against the sticky length and running her little tongue up and down the length unabashedly, his taste bittersweet on her tongue as she licked from base until she was nursing on his drooling tip. He growled approvingly, though a gesture of his paw made it clear he was more interested in something else. Pushing past her shame, she dropped her guise, levitating herself into position over his thick black breeding spire and wrapping her thin tail around the length to guide it back home, sinking down with a hiss of pure pleasure as he filled her well-used cunt.

Her natural tail served them both much better than she'd expected, giving her leverage to bound herself up and down that delicious length while massaging the half that wouldn't fit into her. His paws found her hips when her pace failed to sate him, bouncing her harder and faster up and down as she rode him - she was too distracted to resist when his muzzle seized hers in a heated kiss, his fat tongue all but fucking her own little mouth as he played with his latest toy. She moaned into his mouth as she felt him building back up, his pleasure bleeding into her mind as they raced back towards that blessed apex.

This time, when her climax washed against her, he let it take her, her body wracked with the combined strength of no less than four delayed orgasms all at once. She swore she saw Arceus in that high, mind all but blanked by the sudden onslaught of pleasure. She remembered screaming into his mouth in bliss, remembered tightening like a vise around him as she all but sprayed him with her own feminine juices. Everything after that was a blank though, her body too overwhelmed to stay conscious. The last thing she heard was his pleased chuckle in her mind.

When she awoke, she was a sloppy mess, looking for all the world as if she'd been hosed down with cum. Her body ached in ways she couldn't remember ever feeling, and judging by the smell of it, the Latios hadn't been the last one to use her in her stupor. Still, looking around, she found she recognized the clearing she lay in, just outside the shelter of the Valley. Perhaps she could sneak home before anyone found her, her mind forcing her sore muscles to cooperate enough to get back home. She swore she heard a laugh in her mind as she floated towards home, a sound that filled her with both longing and fear.

"I won't be far, little slut," came a taunting voice, almost a whisper in her mind. She found herself unsure if the thought was enough to ward her from exploring again, or enough to encourage her to go out more often.