{"sf1_id":108429,"sf2_id":"RnodXMp1","title":"Stones in the Pond - Chapter Four","author":"tobiasfoxx","words":1616,"posted_at":"2009-11-10T23:16:00.000Z","tags":["Bestiality","Bondage","M/F","NC","Pokemon","Rape","Short"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/108429-stones-in-the-pond-chapter-four","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/RnodXMp1","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/a4/26/a4269e02-2960-4e60-b426-9b8235124c94","description":"#4 of Stones in the Pond","content":"Stones in the Pond â€\" Chapter Four  \n  \nAuthor: Tobias Foxx  \nTitle: Stones in the Pond  \nPart: Chapter 4  \nUniverse: Pokemon  \nSummary: Espeon is broken by his Master  \nKeywords: Pokemon, M/best, rape, tort, bd, nc, mc, mf  \n  \n---------------------------------------------------------------------------  \nPrior to reading the story, there is a bit of information that needs to be known. I don't like  \nthe world the Pokemon show is based in. It is too happy-go-lucky, the-good-guy-always-  \nwins, all-we-need-is-love, kumbaya sickly sweet. That's not how things work. Sometimes  \nthe bad guy wins, sometimes the good guy doesn't get the girl, and sometimes things are  \njust plain screwed up. That's the kind of world that I live in, and that's the kind of world  \nmy stories will take place in. This is intended to be a series, so hopefully I'll get some  \ngood feedback and will post more :). Also, I've never liked the fact that every single  \nPokemon comes from an egg, so the ones that deserve live births, aka the mammalian  \nones, are born live. Also, I figure that the fact that so many kids are out there with no  \nsupervision and all, there must be a law or something that makes it so they can basically  \nliberate themselves for the duration of their Pokemon journey, so that's how things work  \nin my world. Other than that, I've tried to match the Pokemon world rather closely, but do  \nbear in mind this is a fan fic, and I've taken a bit of poetic license. Enjoy, and tell me  \nwhat you think.  \n---------------------------------------------------------------------------\n\n\u0026nbsp; Interlude â€\" Breaking Espeon  \n  \nMaster returned some few minutes after his abrupt departure. I made only cursory  \nwhimpers as I felt cold metal pressing into my still gaping tailhole. The astringent spray  \nthat followed garnered a much more impressive reaction. I was wasting my energy, I  \nknew. I could not escape my bonds, but still I tried as molten lava raced through my  \nbowels. I quieted when the burning turned quite suddenly cool and soothing. I could  \nhave sworn I -felt- my torn innards mending themselves. He must have used a Super  \nPotion on me to make sure I did not bleed out. Half of me was grateful. The other half  \ncontinued to bemoan my fate.  \n  \nI realized that his fingers were once more around my shaft, and I was surprised to find it  \nstill rock hard against his hand. I felt the cooling slickness of my spunk lubricating his  \nfingers as they glided along my length. I couldn't help the jump of my flesh when he  \ngrasped my knot and gave it a gentle squeeze. He continued to stroke me for several  \nminutes, and I began to actually enjoy the attention. It was such a change of pace that I  \ncould almost forget the pain he had so recently inflicted. I was panting and mewling for  \nrelease by the time he pulled his hand away, my loins burning to spill my seed once  \nmore. He denied me relief, instead stepping away and using his remote to keep me in  \nthat painfully aroused state. Waves of pleasure raced through me in time with the beat of  \nmy heart, but not enough, never enough.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"You've been a good little bitch for me,\" he confided. I had to strain to comprehend his  \nwords through the haze of need that shrouded my mind. \"So, I've brought you a  \npresent.\"  \n  \nPulling free a Pokeball, he released the captive within. The red glare quickly formed  \nitself into an Umbreon. She lay on her side, rump facing towards me. Her paws were  \nbound together, metal shackles holding them pulled out in front of her. A muzzle  \nwrapped around her head and connected her nose to the links between her paws, keeping  \nher curled into a tight ball. A collar around her neck held her tail pressed flat to her back.  \nI received a very clear view of the puffed nethers between her legs and felt my shaft jump  \nonce more at the sight. Her lips were swollen and red, obviously recently stretched,  \nblood and white fluid leaking from between them. The smell of her heat invaded my  \nnostrils, mingled with that of my Master's spunk. Her scent was familiar, but different. I  \ncouldn't quite place it, but I cared little. I wanted a piece of that delicious Umbreon,  \ninstinct overriding logic as I strained once more at my bonds.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"You want her, don't you?\" Master inquired. \"You want to fuck this little slut bloody all  \nover again, don't you?\" He knelt beside her, smacking a hand against her exposed rump  \nbefore pressing a finger deep inside. She squirmed at his attentions, letting out a weak  \nmewl of protest, but his eyes remained on mine. \"I know you want her, pet. You want to  \nmake her your bitch, like I made you mine.\" He pulled his hand away from her and  \nmoved over to present his slicked finger which I eagerly licked clean, savoring the taste.  \n\"Do you want to rape her?\"  \n  \nIt was a loaded question. I wanted her, desperately needed her, had to have her, to sink  \nmyself within her and feel her around me, but I didn't want to rape her. I wanted her  \nwilling. I took too long to answer, apparently, because my thoughts were interrupted by a  \nblast of pleasure that left me nodding emphatically. Anything, just so long as my release  \nwas finally granted. He nodded in response, a cruel smile playing over his lips. Master  \nset the Umbreon somewhat upright, her head pressed against the cold ground, hind paws  \nsupporting her rump. When she began to slump over again, he pointed the remote in her  \ndirection and she spasmed with pain, squealing loudly, but managed to hold herself  \nupright. Grinning still, he released my bonds, stroking a hand down my back when I  \ndidn't move.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"You learn fast, don't you? Go get 'er.\"  \n  \nThus commanded, I wasted no time in crossing the short distance between us, nor did I  \nbother with foreplay. I launched myself onto her back, nearly bowling her over before I  \ncould get my forepaws around her waist. My hips were already thrusting at the air as I  \nhunched myself closer, instinct guiding my actions as I lined up to mate her. I could feel  \nmy tip banging against he heat of her puffed vulva and thrust forward as hard as I could.  \nMy shaft sank into her up to my swollen knot. I hissed in breath as I felt her heat envelop  \nme, inner walls pulsing against my throbbing maleness. Pre coursed up my rod to join  \nthe mingled fluids within her clenching tunnel. When the shock of entry had passed, I  \nbegan to hump at her with feral fury, pounding into her abused hole with all my might,  \nseeking only my own released, caring not at all for her pleasure or comfort.  \n  \nHer squeals only drove me to thrust faster, harder, my knot banging against her stretched  \nlips as it sought entrance. The head of my shaft banged against her cervix, forcing that  \ntoo to spread as I raped her. I could feel my climax fast approaching and wanted only to  \nfeel myself tied with this unwilling bitch. I could feel her stretching to accommodate me,  \nfeel her walls and entrance spreading so that I could fit myself fully inside, whether she  \nwanted it or not. And then it happened. My knot slipped inside of her, my head lodging  \nitself within her womb. Molten seed coursed its way up my pulsing rod to spew into her  \ninnermost sanctum, my knot swelling further to tie us together. I panted and mewled as  \nrelease finally washed over me, collapsing atop her. Her own legs gave out, toppling us  \nboth, a sharp pain spiking through my mind as my head cracked against the concrete.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; I simply lay there, panting in breath, basking in the glow, her scent filling me. My joy  \nturned to horror when I finally recognized it. The female that I had just taken so brutally  \nwas the playmate I had grown up with. The soft sound of her weeping and the shudder of  \nher sobs tore at my heart. I had loved her, loved her almost as much as I had loved  \nMaster, and I had... I buried my face against her neck, shuddering with sobs of my own  \nas the shame of what I had became fully apparent. I cringed when I felt Master's hand  \nrun once more down my spine.  \n  \n\"That's a good little pet,\" he purred, his voice slick and oily. \"We're both going to have  \na lot of fun with this little slut, aren't we?\" A jolt of pleasure caused my shaft to flex and  \npulse within her. \"I'm going to break her, and you're going to help me, aren't you?\"  \n  \nI shuddered at the intimation, at the dark thoughts I could feel swirling within his mind. I  \nwould help him, I realized, already had. I would never escape him. The psychic  \nremnants within the room were proof enough of that. I would die before he even thought  \nof setting me free, and there was no hope of escape while he could control my body in  \nsuch a manner. At the slightest provocation, I would be curled with pain, begging to do  \nanything he asked just to make it stop. Reluctantly, I nodded agreement. I would be his  \nslave. I would do whatever he wanted. I just hoped that I could make my former  \ncompanion understand how unwilling my contributions to her torture would be. I hoped  \nthat she would understand how sorry I was, how shamed. I was broken, and she soon  \nwould be as well.  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"Stones in the Pond","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/87339-stones-in-the-pond-chapter-three.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/214278-stones-in-the-pond-chapter-five.json"}}