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One night at Café Plaisir, the increasingly famous Oklahoman Pokemon brothel-resort, a group of young Japanese Trainers had happened to drop by, as part of their extended Pokemon Journey. Having heard of the forbidden Pokemon pleasures available for purse at Plaisir, word had it that they were disappointed at first with how tame and commercial it had all seemed to be...

...Apparently until they'd spoken to October... and that sly, red Ninetales and a few others had arranged some 'Wild American Pokemon' willing to go bump in the night...

The hour arrived. The night was dark, the woods were dense. There were a line of cute young Japanese women in gaudy Trainer fashions, bright colours sticking out in the moonlight. A line of some of Plaisir's wilder feral males faced them, colourful, powerful beasts of different stripes, types and natures. Big hunting cats, like the lightning-Lion Ceylon, fierce canines such as the terrible Eclipse and oversized, quick and sly Foxes such as the Ninetales, October.

With everyone assembled, out in the woods by moonlight, the great Girl Hunt of Plaisir began with a head start, where the girls had ran off into the woods, some taking it more seriously than others. Some giggled and jogged. Others sprinted like their lives were in danger.

Then Eclipse and his siblings had howled, a chilling and haunting wolfsong from the three Mightyena that was quickly joined by a chorus of bestial yells.

The Great Girl Hunt of Plaisir had begun.

Having let out the strangled but fierce roar of one of the faster, slimmer big hunting cats, the Liepard, Nightshade, let his roar linger into a rattle, sinking down into a growl as he kept his head high and dropped his gaze low...

The Ninetales, October, was first off the mark, not even waiting for the cries to die down... which he hadn't even joined. He was enthusiastic... or shy.

Nightshade smirked, watching those slim red hips, powerful hindquarters and nine soft tails bound off, disappearing into the dense wood like an apparition of quickly moving crimson smoke, sensually soft yet pridefully perky.

Nightshade smiled, promising himself that he would catch up to those bouncy red hips, sooner or later... that he'd find out for himself the measure of this new Ninetales, whether he was truly as proud and powerful as he pretended or if that Fox would whimper when you REALLY got to know him, as only a strong and yet subtle Dark Type could...

A Dark Type just like himself, thought Nightshade, his smile growing, considering the prospect. He had already begun the game. He was sure he had the Ninetales' attention. Just wait until the Ninetales really had his...

Still, the prideful feline tore his attention back to the present. His hunter's focus was getting away with him... almost letting the real matter at hand slip away.

Indeed, there were now a profusion of rears headed away from him, a whole pack of perverted Pokemon prancing playfully after pitiful prey. Not many of them all were worth his notice... not in either group.

In fact his gaze lingered on the still lingering Umbreon. The mouthy little nothing, Chai. Well, he wouldn't be last behind THAT one.

Nightshade set off running. The Liepard's powerful, yet flowing feline form took off quickly, his claws tearing divots out of the earth as he accelerated hard. Quickly, he was overtaking the slower elements of the so-called 'Hunters' of Plaisir and soon after that, he was racing out ahead in what he considered a suitably majestic sprint.

He didn't bother to look at the other Pokemon as he passed them, he just let them see him. Those blessed with sufficient sight and wisdom to notice him no doubt would. He would get to them later.

For now, his Hunter's Focus was seeking for a target. Searching the scattering forms of the less pathetic Human Women. He didn't even see the ones that were close by, those were for lesser Hunters. He was searching for whichever of the fitter prizes were his...

His sharp feline eyes flashed over the fleeing forms, easily tracking the movements in the darkness... there they were... no... no... he dismissed one choice after another... until his gaze landed upon one with a smile.

This one was taller than the rest... with longer legs but a compact waist... she carried herself tall, yet she ran well, with good balance... she was like a Fox... or a Cat... such pretension, in a Human.

Better yet, as his eyes focused upon her head and saw the purple cornet of hair, she had the audacity to resemble a Liepard, he thought... and smirked, thinking that he would now have to introduce her to the real thing. He changed course, now seeking to hem and guide her.

Boldly rushing out, he made sure she had a sight of him, of the sleek muscle of his predator's form and flashed her a grin beneath sharp, hungry eyes that told her without words that the chase was on.

She responded admirably, with a frown and only the slightest change in pace. He would work on that... and did. Skirting closer, flashing fangs and an eerie light from his eyes, using some of the subtler Dark Type powers so that with every glance in his direction, her will against his presence would be that little less... then he would disappear.

He would reappear on the other side of her, when he wanted her to change direction again. He was soon moving an increasingly unnerved woman exactly as he pleased, chasing her down a small, intimate gulley, through which a stream softly trickled. This would do.

Tearing into a sprint, he pounced and landed both forepaws on her back, casually planting the woman to the ground and winding her in a sliding fall that was barely cushioned by thick grass. Getting off her and stalking around, until he faced her, he waited politely for her to get her breath.

The woman groaned and said something in Japanese. Nightshade couldn't understand it, but he didn't need to. He advanced on her... and put a forepaw tenderly to her face... and stroked it. She looked at him, her eyes slightly wide with the fear he had put in her.

He looked at her with amorosity in his eyes... letting her see his desire and using his power to project his Dark type aura to convey it, make her feel it. She stared, transfixed, as he subtly asserted himself, as a powerful Dark-Type feline might.

He moved further down her and hooked a forepaw under her shirt, pulling it up, slowly. He gently unsheathed his claws when he encountered resistance and dexterously reached with a single toe to pluck open one button after another, exposing the woman's pleasantly tanned skin to the gleaming moonlight. She was healthy. This pleased him.

She moaned softly. He quietened her by putting his face next to hers, looking meaningfully into her eyes... asserting himself more deeply, feeling her breath slow, her pulse quicken, at his will. Nightshade was pleased. The Liepard leant in and rewarded her. Human Women did seem obsessed with their breasts. So he pulled aside her bra and teased the sensitive flesh there with his roughened, feline's tongue. Rasped softly, sensuously. She moaned, most agreeably.

He moved down, stalking slowly until he was in reach of her waist and she his. With deft twists of his paws, he unfastened her bottom clothes. She herself pushed them down. He helped her remove them entirely and took the exposed scent of her slowly. She was receptive. Excellent.

He lowered his chest onto her abdomen and rested his paws over her hips, whilst keeping his hindlegs high so that she might soon catch the idea of where her attention would be appreciated. First though, he had give the que for the human to catch onto. Another treat of feline qualities awaited her.

He put that tongue of his to work upon the Woman's nethers, lapping lightly over labia at first, moving slowly, such that the rasp was but a tease rather than a pain. He sampled her taste, her moisture. He detected the subtle rising of arousal in her aroma. This was good.

She caught the idea. She was worthy, after all. She reached across and took him him hand. His sex was filling his sheath and soon, dexterous Human fingers were caressing that finely furred holster. Humans did have their attributes... and soon he was peeking into her grasp. He made sure to plunge his tongue into her at the same time and take a demanding lick of her juices, a grand, roughly-taken sample that had her moaning and unconsciously squeezing his tip.

Soon, between a subtle game of rough-and-teasing licks and soft, caresses, arousal levels were sufficiently peaking... and the woman was grasping his member with a worried moan.

Ah, of course. She had found the barbs. Well. No time to let her work herself up into a worry. With a growl, he rose, slunk around smoothly, turned and lay himself across her, his face to her face, his predator's muscular weight upon her, forcing an even lighter breath then she already had. He smiled at her, reassuringly, meeting her eyes with his own devious, sharp, feeling orbs, looking into those brown eyes with his own deep green and glittering, shining in the moonlight and his own subtle powers...

He knew he had her in his spell. No words came from her. She was ready. He moved his hips forward, the agile cat flexing his back just the right way to achieve his aim. His slender, but in his view, more than plentifully long and shapely member pressed keenly against those lips and found a welcome, moist acceptance, the woman sighing as her feline-tongue-tenderised sex was at last claimed by her Hunter.

He could only envy her the luxury of enjoying this moment and perhaps pushed in a little more firmly because of it.

Ah, but then, it was time to let the beast loose, wasn't it..? Of course it was. That was why one went for Dark types. The discerning Pokephiliac's choice.

She moaned as he went into her, but not nearly as much as she did as he started to pull back again, slowly. The fleshy barbs of his cock were pulling on her... which felt just fine to him, but the stick was an obstruction.

He growled at her softly, instructing her to relax. That was the only way this would work, after all... before they got really rough. She would just have to learn the trick. So slowly, with short, instructive movements and a lot of more-than-suggestive eye-contact, he taught her how to take a feline.

She responded well indeed. Before long she was working for him quite properly and the taking was fine indeed. She moaned and even gripped at him on the instroke, getting that particular talent, the reverse of the norm, far faster then most. He was very pleased, indeed.

Their pace quickened with their rising lust. Nightshade kept her eyes throughout, watching them widen and dilate with desire and tighten and sharpen whenever the pain became too much. He moderated between both with what he thought was care, but was certainly also the cruel batting of a playful cat with its prey...

Harder and harder he went though, wet noises and slapping over his engorged member, the woman working herself with him... her body almost an extension of his will, his Dark type aura flowing right through her, almost taking possession...

It was when all of this reached its completion and she was his fully, when she moved only to his tune, when he was fucking her hard and the barbs were hurting her and she was moaning only in pleased, her eyes wide open to him... only then would he give himself.

With a strangled cry, Nightshade hilted himself, then kept thrusting, shakily, arcing his back and moaning as he erupted into her, his balls pulling up hard as he delivered his load. She took it with an obediently responsive peak of her own, moaning and vicing down upon him.

Shakily, he flopped upon her, huffing deeply and shuddering.

Nightshade was very pleased with himself, this night...