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Tale of the Lonesome Prankster Chapter 3

To Know Your Enemy, Part 2

In a single motion, the Ninetales erected his body to fully display his larger size. Stretching himself limb by limb, tail by tail, showing his little pet with everything his many-tailed beauty had to offer. His gaze became expectantly locked into hers, waiting for her to act like the trained pet her master had long since molded her into.

The nuzzling became their first act.

The Absol strode to her master without uttering a single word. After all, she was taught to be a good girl! And well trained pets aren't allowed to talk unless they are addressed to. Even though she had never completely grasped the whole concept of being owned by someone else, the horny Absol knew that as long as the prominent collar around her neck marked her as his, her body was also his to toy with. A willing pet, used in all the ways her master desired. As their heads collided in what could best described as an empathic headbutt, Shani couldn't contain a soft, demandingly yearning mewl as her soft tongue danced across her master's muzzle, begging for entrance.

But he would deny her in stoic silence.

He always did.

All too soon her mewls grew into a pathetic, pitiful whimper. Her cheeks lovingly rubbing together, hers always a little below that of her master. A pet ought to know her place, after all! Shani's motions soon became erratic, hoping to entice and enchant him with her lustrous scent and the bodily appeal of a well trained feral. Now she was truly begging her master with everything she could offer him! The Absol's closeness became her new voice, her whimpers, moans and laid-bare desires for his intimacy an enticing song of lust unheard.

But her master just watched in eerie silence, eying his all-too-eager pet with that annoyingly stern gaze of his. That was the point when she lost even her last bits of composure, as the searing feeling in her nethers started to consume her remaining dignity. She rolled herself on the ground like an eager cub while mewling excessively, wagging her tail while presenting herself in all manner of lewd poses which she hoped would convince her master to mount her need-filled self. Be it flat on the ground with her tail raised high, or on her back with her rear-legs outstretched while parading her warm, drenched parts right in front of his keen nose, her rows of nipples just slightly protruding through her ruffled white belly fur, boldly showing the same amount of excitement as her lewdly charming gaze, perpetually begging for his attention.The air around her had long since become laden with the sweet, pungent scent of a female in dire need.

Just as the Absol thought she couldn't take it anymore, her master finally applauded her efforts in the most teasing manner imaginable: calling them commendable! "Hmm... you have gotten better, I'll give you that," her master mused. "Perhaps I should invite some friends over for your next performance? Maybe that could urge you to present yourself in an even better fashion." The grin of her master looked down on her, as lewd as the small, red tip emerging from his heavy sheath, catching Shani's interest more than his false threat of sharing their kinky connection with others. She knew her master had no friends. He had only her.

Having caught sight of her master's excitement, the frisky Absol only whimpered more while presenting herself in the most ordinary canine fashion imaginable, She was staring back at him, looking at him with that needy, pleading expression of hers, silently hoping that it was just enough to encourage...or rather, persuade him into finally claiming his diligent pet. Rewarding her with his closeness and compassion like he had done so many times before.

But today felt different. He was still watching her, his front legs slightly spread. A frustrated grunt escaped her. The Absol knew she had presented her master everything she had, pleaded for his attention, and he STILL wanted more? But she also knew that this was not her place to complain. It was just the natural order of things - the master commanded and the pet had to follow. She understood his request before he had even voiced it, simply by reading his posture.

With a playful sounding 'yip' she turned around, eagerly wiggling herself under the Ninetales. All of her frustration was forgotten in the moment Shani took another glimpse at her prize. Despite her overeagerness, she did not forget about the sharpness of her horn, as well as the damage the Absol could inflict with it on a well presented belly. WIth her head slightly bend, Shani finally bumped her small nose into her salvation with a soft motion, as if greeting it in a feral manner. The smell was raw, musky and made her cheeks flush as much as it made her opening clench on reflex, filling the room with even more of her sweet-smelling scent.

Shani could see the swirling vortex made of eager moving tails behind it. Dancing and whirling in the rhythm of her master conductor. Now her world seemed to grow even smaller. Shani, the well trained pet, existed right here, right now. Just in front of her master's sheath. The Absol felt like there was no place in this world where she would rather be.

A series of bucking motions by her master brought her attention back to her dick-encasing duties. Her eyes got wide in surprise as the Ninetales simply shoved everything he had into her mouth. Filling the hole she was least interested in being filled with a single, unceremonious thrust. Grunting in pleasure while his overwhelmed pet simply clawed herself into the blankets beneath in order to gain at least a small amount of foothold.

He was using her maw, soon her whole throat, as a mere sleeve for his own pleasure. Her master was humping it with the same eager manner in which he would have mounted her behind, disregarding any kind of protest she could have voiced by simply humping her oral orifice even harder. But all the Absol did was to moan harder with every push and shove that bumped at her pre covered face. Gross sounding 'plops' echoed whenever his enlarged knot swatted itself on her lips, as if to urge his pet to open it just a tensy bit wider, to enable the tennis ball-sized knot to invite itself inside her saliva-coated muzzle.

But the Absol was already at her limit. Pushing herself into her delicious threat with the force of her full body, she had no real chance of tasting his master. Nevertheless did her muffled and cut-off moans speak volumes of her own depraved pleasure. The Absol sounded like she was just as joyous of being used as a cum dump as the grunting Ninetales who so shamelessly mistook her front-end with her rear. She could only imagine the satisfied look on his master's face, only hoping that he was enjoying his position of power as much as she was craving to be used by him.

But only idiots hope in vain.

It did not take long for her master to grow weary of his own act. A single swipe of his yellow furred paw swatted the bulky Absol away like a nasty servant. Now she sat in front of him, panting like some over-eager canine with her tongue lolling out of her cum smeared, blushing visage. As if to show the Ninetales the results of his selfish actions. Her tail still wagged with the same eagerness he had seen before, maybe even more so.

"Turn!" A simple comment, voiced in that neutral tone of his nearly made her cum on the spot she was sitting on...She complied without delay, bracing herself for her master with her moist opening perfectly presented, eagerly awaiting the red monster between his legs...

His tongue suddenly lashed hat her rear, making her nearly yell in surprise as something soft and unforgivingly hot lapped at her openings. The first few licks probed her swollen vulva, eagerly tasting her amassed juices. But that was all she could take. With a heart-felt howl, she climaxed as her master guided his tongue over her needy organ for a third time, squirting some of her aggregated fluids onto her master's face. Her whole body convulsed, expecting a fourth lick of mercy from him, perhaps a fifth... a sixth...

But there came nothing of the sort. The Absol moaned alone while her solitary climax made her mind walk the thin line between sweet release and plain frustration. By the time she came back to her senses, the face of her master had taken on a surprisingly sour appearance. The remains of her exploding climax were still saliently visible on the Ninetales' scowling face. Shani gulped.

"Bad Girl!", he nearly growled at her. "Did I allow you to cum? And on my clean face of all things? How long do you think it will take me to get your smell out of my face, huh?"

A whimper escaped her lips. She knew she had defied his orders by acting without permission as well as trampled on the pride of the fox by defiling his beautiful face. She knew that he would HAVE to punish her for acting like a bad girl. Probably pretty hard too by the looks of it. Her second transgressions had been especially vile.

"Now turn around! And don't you dare moving as much as a single muscle." Her master snarled in a rather uncouth fashion. But if anything, his flatted voice only made her heart pound faster, quickly reigniting the Absol's desire to be taken like the misbehaved pet she had been! She stood like a statue, swallowing down all the whimpers and moans her master's hot tongue created as it danced anew along her private regions, now devilishly avoiding the parts he knew she wanted to have licked most. A yelp nearly escaped her as she felt his wet nose pushing her tail aside, revealing a tight looking, clean pucker beneath it. Her master wasted no time, coating her second hole with a series of especial sloppy licks. Shani already knew exactly what her 'punishment' was going to be. It was not the first time the sly fox had made the same kind of excuse punishment, enabling him to fuck her ass without remorse. It wasn't what she wanted him to do, but a good part of her already imagined herself fucked silly.

The Absol nearly toppled over as his large, soft furred body suddenly mounted her smaller one. It was not his weight which upset her balance. Heck, she probably weighed a good deal more than her master, not that it was something girls like her would or should be proud of. But it was only natural that a trained body would be heavier than a series of fuzzy tails.

All that became forgotten in the moment her claws sunk deeply into the soft blankets below, bracing herself as a good portion of needy, steamy Ninetales meat was forcefully crammed into her sacred hole. He had managed to fill her with just a single, perfectly aimed thrust.

The sudden moan of Torch told her that he was probably surprised as well, maybe even a little bit proud at his own lucky shot... or rather lucky thrust.

Shani cramped her backside by reflex, which in turn triggered another, louder grunt from the Pokemon atop of her as the Absol's tight walls now convulsed even harder around him. She could feel the force of his forelegs drawing her in, his hips bucking only slightly. Was he being considerate?!

The thought crossed Shani's mind for a single second. But it was enough to stimulate her competitive nature. How dare that fox treated her like some weak-ass female! That bitching son of a vixen probably thought that he could hurt her with his actions!

Grunting like an enraged Tauros, she choose the only viable option left to her: Pushing herself back against his searingly hot member. "Wha...?" His master's question was drowned in a series of feral moans before she even allowed him to think. His thrusts picked up to the pace as she expected, no, craved! Moaning, he kept pushing his tool further and further into her confined passage, widening it slightly with every hammering strike.

She growled out a lusty moan at her many-tailed host as his large fangs finally found her neck. It had been nearly out of reach for him, considering the size difference between the towering lean Ninetales and the bulky yet smaller Absol, but he managed it just fine. Her whole fur stood up in an electrified fashion as his canine fangs pressed the collar on her neck together, denying her the salaciously painful pleasure of a lover's bite. She continued to moan, scream and beg at him with an onslaught of whimpering mewls, feral screeches and lustful grunts as his knot demanded entrance to her rear in the same way it had previously battered her snout.

With a forceful series eager thrusts, his master managed to dig even deeper into her than she would have expected of him, grinding on her entrance, forcing it to accept the foreign invader while making her claw at the fabric below her. And just as his motions grew erratic, even more frenzied and almost too painful for her to bear, Shani's backside finally gave in. Accompanied by a spiteful roar of hers, the sizable knot managed to fuse master and pet together, catching both of them in a mildly bitter surprise. The climaxing Absol continued to scream with lust drunken demise as her master howled in basic pleasure. Their primal voices coalesced into a single union, much like their bodies had.

She could feel every damn drop of fiery seed he so carelessly emptied inside her, every lust-filled tug of his now firmly embedded knot. Her master had claimed her once again, filling her with the lust-laden emotions she had craved so badly. She smelled his musky scent, felt his his heartbeat deep inside her. Shani felt like she had become as much a part of him as much as he had become part of her.

After dismounting his pet, Torch was panting heavily. Much harder than his toy. The Absol could only guess how much he had exerted himself, but it always made her sense of pride waver after the lean fox dismounted her, looking like he had just fought for his dear life atop of her back. All while she eagerly expected a second round. "Haah... Why the hell can't we just fuck like everybody else?" Shani-huffed-out sigh told volumes of her still unmet desires. Even though greed was something a warrior like her should never strive for, the Absol couldn't deny to herself that she had never been truly satisfied with her so-called 'master'. After all, she only came twice! With the excitement gone, all that remained of her idolized master was nothing but a loud-mouthed bastard who had the nerve to bury himself knot-deep inside her. And inside the wrong passage at that!

But as long as the leather around her neck was bounding her to the rules the relentless Absol had agreed on, Shani wouldn't dare to lash back at him. It had been her who willingly submitted herself all those seasons ago. And as long as he didn't gave her the order to remove it, she was his to toy with. He may not have granted her the best fuck she could hope for, but she had to admit that the Ninetales came closer to achieving that feat than anyone else had so far. That became her only truth.

She waited in silence for his lewd swelling to subside, all while avoiding his gaze as much as possible. The Absol had reluctantly acknowledged that the feeling of her masters knot deeply locked inside of her was... at least... somewhat pleasant. Even if occupied the wrong hole.Despite the pleasant aftermath, the nagging feeling of having done something traitorously vile clung to her mind like a raunchy memory she couldn't get rid of.

There was not much for her to do now. Little but to stare blankly at the mouldy wooden wall in front of her while waiting for Torch's tool to grow limp. She noticed the series of thin, firmly spanned vines the fox had strapped on the wall, running from left to right. Their ends vanished through holes behind the the old wall. Shani believed the Ninetales had once called them 'wires' or something. The thin vines had been adorned with small pieces of wood and rusted metal, giving it the appearance of a crude piece of art.

She understood neither its purpose, nor its value. Sometimes, one of the strings would shake without reason, creating a calming melody of clattering wood and rustling metal. She remembered how much Torch had scowled her as she tried to recreate the sound by fidgeting on the wire with her claw. Even the slightest touch was enough to make them oscillate.

But suddenly, they reacted in a way she had never seen them before. It the first time she saw all strings moving, Softly wobbling at the same time, dancing almost in the same rhythm. There wasn't much strength in their movement, far too slight to make the wood clatter, but still visible from the naked eye.

Turning around, she noticed that lying Ninetales glued his eyes onto the strange instrument as well, his expression emanating a sudden aura of mild concern. "Is it... broken or something? I-I didn't do anything!"

"No." He answered with an unusual calmness, sending a small chill down her spine. Before the confused Absol could ask for an explanation, Torch rolled a cylindrical piece of wood in her direction. The old hardwood looked similar to the one she had seen on his door. "Looks like we have no time for questions. If I say 'now', take a deep breath and bite on that piece of wood as hard as you can!" Still bewildered, she nonetheless heeded to his demands without hesitation. The taste of old wood stung on her tongue as she clamped her teeth down on it, almost urging her to spit it out. She was about to muffle a complaint about why the hell he was making her do this,when she felt the muscles of her master tense. Her eyes got wide. He wouldn't dare!

"NOW!"

His comment came sharp and she could feel him tugging away from her, forcing his partly shrunken knot out of her confines, acting against the wishes of Shani's tightly clenched rear. "FNNUUUCCCKK!!" Her bite on the hardwood was so strong that the Absol feared it would break in her clamped maw, coating it in it's it's vile, rotten taste. She would have bitten her tongue for sure if that thing hadn't been there.

Torch pulled his knot free in a single, relentlessly forceful motion, creating a similar squelch to when it firstly lodged itself deeply into her. Shani could feel her stomach twist in discomfort as her tears began to obstruct her vision. She could feel his nose at her rear just a few moments after. She wanted to turn, but the sudden, excruciating pain had fully paralysed her.

"Looks like you won't be able sit for a while. But I see no real damage," he assured her. "I'm terribly sorry, but I am not very found of being caught tied. Especially by unannounced visitors!"

The piece of hardwood hit the floor with a clunk like sound, drenched in the saliva of the heavy panting Absol. If it wasn't for the collar and their agreement, Shani's sharp claws would have already lashed into that bastard's ass, demanding retribution! Her master had stomped on her pride! Humiliated her multible times as his personal pleasure puppet! He had played with her lust for his maleness and turned her into a willing toy! On top of all that, the blasted Ninetales had nearly ripped her ass apart by forcefully removing that dick of his! But beyond all that came his worst action of them all: Even after doing all of that, her master was not even going to mount her for a second time!

Now Shani felt beyond frustrated and horny.

Growling, her tail swatted against his nose, hitting home. If he wasn't going to mount her, then she had to give him another reason to! Shani stood firm, eagerly waiting to receive her punishment for hitting him. She was presenting herself in the same eager pose. But all the Ninetales did was pushing past her, in the direction of his only entrance. The look of concern still hadn't left his place.

A thought crossed the Absols mind: Could it be that his sudden actions hadn't been a part of their agreement?

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Author's notes:

Somewhere inside a well hidden bunker, a dark hooded human crouches on the floor. The bluish light emitting from the small Laptop in front of him only scarcely illuminates his silhouette, as well as that of a small Zorua calmly sitting in his lap. Their eyes glued to the screen.

Fawayne: "Finished! Just nine months for a new chapter!"

Annoyed Zorua: "What do you mean by 'just'?`"

Fawayne: "Come on! It's not like there is pressure or anything!"

Frustrated Zorua: "That is if you want to finish your story in some ten years from know"

Fawayne: "Well... quality needs time t... 'ouch! Okay, I get it! No need kickin' me in the jewels!"

Tutoring Zorua: "You better give the audience something more this time to make up for the wait"

Fawayne: "What!? You say I should compensate my lack of work... with even more work?"

Smirking Zorua: "Thats right!"

Fawayne: "...Fine? I guess I..."

Interrupting Zorua: "A vote in the comment section!"

Fawayne: "A what now?"

Cunning Zorua:" You want to atone for your absence, don't you? Why not let those who like your stories influence their outcome a little?"

Fawayne:"I...guess I could do that? What do you have in mind then?"

Wide-eyed Zorua: "W-Wait! Y-You leave me the choice...f-for real?"

Fawayne: "You're right, that would be a bad Idea!"

Hurt Zorua:" 'sniff'...you're horrible!

Fawayne: "Quit yer Fake tears! I never should have taught you that move in the first place!

Annoyed Zorua: "Meeh... still worth a try, through... What are you going to make them vote on?"

Fawayne: "A simple matter resulting a large impact of course!"

Curious Zorua: "Which is?"

Fawayne: "Shani's Collar!"

Confused Zorua: "Sounds boring, but explain you stupid idea anyways!"

Fawayne: "Well... right now, there is no real telling if she is going to keep it in the long run... or not! Now that the little innuendo with her sassy master seems to be interrupted rather harshly. Maybe leaving it behind will send her on a more dominant path, while keeping it firmly on her neck would ensure that a certain side of hers won't stay hidden from others."

Interested Zorua: "I see what you did here! If someone has the nerve to actually read through all that shit you just wrote, then he is also interested enough to comment on how he likes the story to twist and turn!"

Fawayne: "That's about right! And if someone sees an empty comment wall below, then it might be his... or her lucky day!"

Sarcastic Zorua: "Do you really think some hot chicks would bother to read your stories?"

Fawayne: "Shut it, stupid fox! We shall see about that!"