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The forest was dark, and quiet. For a young female Snivy, who had been wandering the forest for several hours, it was like a nightmare made real. She couldn't tell if she were moving deeper into the forest and whether she was just walking around in circles. Everything around her was unfamiliar and frightening.

It had been only that morning that she'd left the comfort of her little home to go exploring in search of food, and she had been outside for far too long, and had gotten lost when she wasn't paying attention to her surroundings. Now she was in uncharted territory, possibly even in the habitat of rival Pokémon. It was a potential danger that she couldn't afford to face. It didn't particularly worry her though: she was more than capable of holding her own, so any threat that came her way was one she could handle with gusto.

In the darkness behind her, unseen to her naked eye, a figure stalked the Snivy through the forest. Shrouded in shadow and mystery, the figure was all too close to her own species: a Servine, of larger stature and sharper wit, with a sleazy demeanour and a penchant for preying upon the weaker Pokémon of the forest. Those who were familiar enough with the area's layout knew to keep away from his territory, but the stupid Pokémon-- like the Snivy in front him-- were all too unfamiliar with where they were going to realise they'd fallen into his trap.

The Snivy raised her head and saw the shadow of the mountain above her. She was fairly certain that her home was further away from the mountain than this. A groan of frustration passed her lips and she turned on the spot, rubbing her face with her tiny hands and walking back the way she came, trying to take note of the trees around her. Sadly, however, the trees all seemed to merge into one after some time, the darkness doing little to aid her. It was hard to make out any discerning features in the bark and branches in such dim lighting, to the point where every tree more or less looked the same. The panic began to set into the Snivy's bones, and she became all too aware of the fact that she was alone...and that there was someone following her.

Their heavy breathing and close proximity had been a dead giveaway to his location, and she turned on the spot, ready to fight. She leapt backwards as lashed out her vines for her iconic Vine Whip, snapping off into the darkness. She was able to feel movement through her vines and was surprised to find that her attack hadn't conencted with anything. At first, she wondered if she'd been seeing things, but then a tittering laugh broke through the eerie quiet of the forest, the malice dripping from every sound. It send a shiver up the Snivy's spine.

"Ooo, we've got a feisty one!" A cackling, mid-pitch voice erupted through the air right behind the Snivy, and she wildly turned, lashing out her vines again in a horizontal arc. This time, one of them connected with something. She blew a sigh, glad that she'd managed to make contact with her attacker, when a sudden strike hit her in the side. From the darkness, a similar vine had shot out like a bullet and connected with the side of her face, sending her careening through the air by a couple of metres and landing in a heap by the roots of a nearby tree. She was winded for a brief moment and slowly staggered to her feet, vines lashing against the ground with anger. To say she was feisty was an understatement-- no-one was going to push her around. That strike mere moments ago had been a fluke, she was sure to make him pay for it.

She saw a flicker of the figure within the dark and her vines reacted, lashing out as she called upon the trees around her to aid her. They whipped around her body and launched forwards, each razor-sharp leaf shooting towards her target. She couldn't tell if anything of them connected, but she'd hope some of them hand. After a moment of quiet silence, vines lashed out at her from the darkness. She put up a better defense this time, more on guard than before as she used her own vines to block the attacks. Each one of them was harsh and violent, but she managed to withstand them. One of the vines flicked to the side, then deftly fainted and swooped in under her guard, connected with her stomach.

All the air had been sucked out of her and she gasped for breath, chest heaving. This combatant, clearly a grass type, had a bit more combat experience than her, which made him both a worthy and a dangerous adversary. She staggered for a moment, leaning against the nearby tree as another vine came to attack her. She managed to block off their advances for a little longer, before another fainted and connected with her side again. She stumbled to the ground, ragged and breathing heavily. Their attacks stopped, as if they were toying with her

She willed herself to stand after a moment, teetering on the nubs of her feet, head bowed low. She closed her eyes and sucked in a breath, before turning and doing her best to run. She had a feeling she couldn't win this fight, but she hoped a brief change of scenery might give her the advantage. She staggered through the trees and wormed her way around their thick trunks, hearing the laughter behind her fade further and further away. Did he not want to chase her?

She heard the rustling of leaves to her right, and before she even had time to look in that direction, she felt a mass run up her side. A vine coiled around her body and lifted her up effortlessly, slamming her into the ground multiple times until she didn't have the strength to fight back, the wind knocked out of her yet again. This time, there was no easy recovery: she sat there gasping, eyes watering as she struggled to move, to stand and run. Her body wouldn't obey her. The vine uncoiled from her body, and she tried her best to crawl to some safe location, eventually getting as far as a nearby tree.

Her efforts were inevitably futile. As she slowly began to regain her strength-- though not as fast as she liked-- she began to feel vines crawling up her body, gripping around the curvature of her bipedal form, squeezing and digging against her flesh. The ground beneath her disappeared as she was yanked into the air again, and the figure that had attacked her finally stepped into the dim moonlight from above, revealing himself. As an evolution of Snivy's own form, it was clear that he'd always come out on top, no matter how strong the Snivy was.

"I do love a good feisty girl," The Servine remarked, dragging her a little closer with his vines and running his pointed nose across her chest and up towards her neck. "They're so much more fun to break."

"Screw you! L-Let go of me!" The Snivy defiantly demanded, squirming in his grip. With a giggle, the Servine snapped his vines down like a whip, bouncing the Snivy harshly off the floor and leaving her momentarily disoriented.

"Mmh...I wonder if you're a virgin. Oh, it's been so long, and your pussy looks...well...ripe for the picking." He grinned slovenly and turned, lifting her up and carrying her along. The Snivy fought him him as best as she could, still attempting to gather up her strength after being so easily winded by him. He gripped her far too tightly however, and she unable to break free from his grasp. She screamed at him, demanding for him to let her go, but her expletives and yelling fell on deaf ears.

Their journey was short and silent. All the while, the Snivy tried desperately to wriggle free from his grasp, hoping for some sort of opening, but the Servine was quite careful with his new prey and made sure his vines were tight. He didn't say a word to her as they moved across the forest, and she became acutely aware of how much he seemed to know where he was going. After some time, their journey took them to the base of the mountain and to their eventual destination.

There, ominously carved into mountainside near its base, sat an imposing cave opening, the darkness beyond calling to them. The Servine didn't hesitate to get closer, but the Snivy was already getting anxious. In the dark, there was no way for her to see where she was going if she had to opportunity to escape. Another whimper escaped her lips, but it was ignored, just as the first and other countless times were. The Servine dragged her into his seedy den and into the darkness beyond.

She couldn't see a thing, but she knew they were going deeper and deeper. The bobbing of her body in the air was an indication that they were still moving, and she was left to wonder just how far the cave could go. Over time, her eyes began to adjust to the darkness, little by little, and she began to make out the walls around her. There was no light ahead, yet the Servine continued walking.

Then, suddenly, he stopped. He shifted on the spot and the Snivy was momentarily blinded and spores erupted from the Pokémon's back, fanning out to the ceiling above. The spores flowed with a fluorescence unlike anything she'd ever seen before, and she soon realised that they were to act as lights for their sordid encounter, as much as she didn't want it. With the room illuminated, she finally managed to take in her surroundings: it was an almost perfectly rounded chamber, with only one exit: back the way they came.

As she twisted her head to see, the vines around her began to loosen. She was suddenly dropped like a stone and hit the floor hard, her head bouncing off the rock beneath her, but she quickly realised this was her chance. With the strength back in her body, she lifted herself up and tried to run, but a force yanked her back. With a vine firmly wrapped around her stomach, the Servine yanked her closer and closer. Even when he had all but let go of her, he was still on guard. Her chances of escape were next to impossible.

She whirled around on the floor, snapping out a vine and gasping with delight as it connected with his face, the thick bud slapping his cheek. He winced, briefly, before his eyes darkened and he stared down at her with an unbridled intensity and fury. She froze beneath him and wondered if she'd just signed her own death warrant, but instead of punishing her for her attack, the Servine began to grin.

"I hope you're this aggressive when you're cumming for me." He sleazily remarked, and another cackle escaped his lips. She shuddered in response and resisted the urge to retch.

"Fuck you." She retorted, turning her head from him. As she did so, she began to feel vines tickling at her stomach. She turned her head back towards him to find vines sliding out from behind his back, curling in around her body and holding her down. One of them clenched around her stomach first, whilst another two gripped her stubby legs and forced them apart, revealing the mound between them. She tried her best to fight against him, but he had contingencies even for that, using additional vines to hold down her own attacks.

"Now, let's see what we have here..." The Servine slowly bowed himself down, getting onto his knees and moving his pointed nose down her body, sniffling along her female frame and down towards her crotch. She squirmed defiantly, using all her strength, but it clearly took little effort for him to overpower her. Eventually, his pointed nose slid up her tight entrance, dragging higher and higher under his lips themselves met with her virgin mound.

"D-Don't...stop! Get away from me, you sick bastard!" She demanded, but her mouth clamped shut when she began to feel the warm wetness of his tongue against her most intimate spot. He slovenly slurped and suckled, pursing his lips against her entrance and probing it with his tongue, slathering the exterior of her pussy with spittle, until it was almost dripping down her body towards the ring hidden beneath, at the base of her tail. She tried her best to struggle, tears sparkling in the corners of her eyes, but his tongue was relentless. He didn't quite penetrate her with it just yet, but he made sure she was aware of his tongue, pressing the length of it against her pussy multiple times, sliding from the bottom to the top.

She didn't want to feel it, but the tingle that spread across her body was one of arousal. The thought of it made her sick and she shook her head, letting out something of a mixture of grunts and groans, trying desperately to defy him as his vines held all of her limbs down. The Servine began to press his tongue dangerously against her entrance, pushing firmly enough to spread her pussy apart, but not yet enough to penetrate her completely.

"Mmh...your pussy tastes so good. To think I picked up such a delicate girl..." The Servine remarked aloud, violating her very thoughts with his sleazy tone. She whimpered in response and he chuckled, bowing his head to taste her again. He thrust his tongue down against her body, until the fleshy appendage inevitably forced its way in between her puffy lips, shoving down into the tight, velvety inner sanctum of her cunt.

Slowly but surely, his tongued forced its way into her as her insides clamped down like a vice, trying desperately to force him out. The tingle around her body frustrated and excited her, whilst simultaneously making her feel queasy. She sniffled under her breath and grunted with the exertion of forcing her muscles to squeeze, but despite her attempts to force him back out, the Servine continued to push. He groaned under his breath as those spasming inner walls clenched warmly around his tongue, encouraging him to slide it back a little bit before plunging deeper again.

The Snivy had never been so crudely violated before, and she hoped for such a thing to never happen again. She squirmed left and right, gasping and straining her hands and legs, to the point where her joins ached wit the force of her tugging, but none of it seemed to work. The more if stuffed his tongue into her, the worse her feelings seemed to get, until her innards were clenching and gripping harder than ever before. A spike of an unfamiliar sensation shot up her spine and she gasped, crying out, and a violent shudder rolled through her. The Servine seemed momentarily surprised, and he slowly eased himself back, licking his moist lips and eyeing her quivering pussy.

"I told you that you'd cum for me, and would you look at that..." He murmured, crawling up around the side of her body and grazing his lips against her cheek, sliding his tongue up her flesh.

"You gonna be aggressive now, slut?" He breathed against her, his voice low and husky, and she turned her head from him, eyes watering.

"F-Fuck you!" She aggressively screamed at him. She hadn't wanted to give him the satisfaction of knowing she was angry, yet she did it anyway. Her body ached and her mind was at its limit-- she didn't know how much more she could take. But for the Servine, things were just getting started.

He moved away from her, only for a moment, and shuffled himself around until he knelt by her head. It was in that moment that she became aware of her rapist's own arousal too: a long, cone-shaped cock, approximately 5 inches in length, prodded against her cheek menacingly, smearing pre-cum against her face. She angled her head away from him, but that didn't stop him from smearing his cock against her anyway. Yet again, she was powerless against him.

"Let's have some fun, shall we? Can't wait to see how your mouth feels around my cock..." The Servine licked his lips as suddenly swung a stubby leg over her, straddling her body and nestling himself down on her small chest, facing her. She was about to ask what he planned to do, but his intentions became obvious when he probed the tip of his cone-shaped length against her mouth, grazing the tip across his lips and dabbing pre-cum along them. She kept her mouth firmly shut, and the Servine grimaced for a moment, annoyed and excited with her defiance.

"Come on slut, open up," He begged, leaning over and darkening his gaze. "I don't want to have to do something I regret."

His piercing gaze was enough to make her comply. It wasn't that she wanted to obey him: if she were a little braver, she might have continued to resist him, but it was the fear of what he might do if she continued to refuse his advances. She was scared where his hands might roam, or where those vines might hit. Some shred of hope inside her still clung to the notion that he might let her go when he's done. The logical side of her scoffed at the thought.

Slowly and reluctantly, the Snivy parted her lips, and the Servine wasted no time moving his cock down, the tip resting against her tongue. In a single thrust, he shoved himself into her open mouth, ploughing through until the tip of his cock met with the back of her throat. However, he didn't stop there, and he jutted his hips forwards until her nose was squished up against his pelvis and his cock was plunging down into the throat. She gagged and tried to gasp for air, suddenly aware that her airway was blocked. Her eyes began to water from the stretching of her throat and she was surprised that her gag reflex didn't kick in. The man above her groaned slovenly and gripped her head with his hands, forcing her up against his body and holding her there, enjoying the warm feeling of her throat squeezing around his length.

"You've got such a nice mouth, you pretty slut." The Servine moaned, rolling his head back and enjoying the sensations that tingled around his member, before he slowly pulled back. At first, the Snivy naively hoped he was already done, but she soon found out that he'd only just started. He began to thrust, sliding himself back and humping into her mouth, hilting himself every time and roughly using her mouth and throat for his own sleazy, nefarious deeds. He started off rapid and irregular, but quickly settled into a reasonably speedy yet horrifyingly vicious rhythm, his hips pistoning against her mouth as he yanked her head down onto his cock in unison, effectively fucking her mouth with as much reckless abandon as he could muster.

The Snivy could do nothing but take it, unable to fight back against him due to his vines, and too scared to bite down and incur his wrath. She closed her eyes, scrunching up her face as the tears trickled down her cheeks. At every small shred of opportunity, in the miniscule fractions of time she had between his thrusts, she tried to gulp for air, desperately clinging onto life as he abused her without any regard for her safety. His once dry member quickly became slick with spittle, and her throat began gooey and heavy with pre-cum that she was forced to swallow down, or else she'd choke on it. The Servine began to moan quietly under his breath, his slow and heavy pants making it clear he was getting exactly what he wanted out of this situation. The Snivy let out a wailing whimper, her last desperate plea for him to stop, but at with every other time, he ignored her. He focused on his fervent thrusts, on the pleasure creeping up his body, and on the sight of the Snivy's terrified, used face.

"Mmh..." The Servine huffed, his thrusts slowing down just a little. "Ready to take my cum, slut? Make sure you swallow it all...every last drop."

The Snivy's eyes widened as she stared up at him, wondering if he was serious. His smile stretched into a wicked, cruel grin and she realised he wasn't. She closed her eyes again, his dark gaze and wicked gleam haunting her, and he began to speed up again, pounding into her mouth, his breathing growing irregular and laboured, his chest heaving. His thrusts seemed to grow wetter than before for just a few seconds, the spit and pre-cum dribbling from the Snivy's chin, before he plunged into her mouth for the final time and a long, shaky groan escaped his lips.

She was glad that she never had to taste it, but she could definitely feel it: the vile throbbing of his cock stretching her throat, pumping thick ropes of seed straight down into her stomach, forcing her to swallow up every last drop of the gross substance. She whimpering quietly, or at least attempted to, and the Servine eventually pulled back, making sure that a stray spurt of cum shot across her tongue. She recoiled at the taste and he chuckled, lightly grinding his cock against her tongue before pulling back, withdrawing from her completely. Despite his recent orgasm, his member still stood to attention, twitching and throbbing as if already ready for another around. The Snivy opened her mouth to spit, but the Servine's hands went to her lips, forcing them shut.

"Come on slut," The Servine breathed against the top of her head, cock smearing against her cheek. "I said swallow."

She struggled for a moment, attempting to resist him, but her reached up to close off her nostrils as forced her head to angle upwards. The cum seeped down her tongue towards the back of her throat, and she had no other option but to swallow the disgusting, salty liquid, shuddering at its taste and texture as it rolled down her throat, leaving an aftertaste in her mouth.

"Good girl. But we're not done yet." The Servine licked his lips and suddenly lifted himself up, turning away from her and positioning himself over head, his cock swinging to and fro. She was initially greeted to darkness, but she could soon make out the curves of his flesh, quickly putting two and two together. Hovering mere inches from her points nose was the Servine's asshole, and the male deliberately wiggled his ass back and forth, taunting her with it.

"You're disgusting!" She retorted. "I'm not doing that! No way!"

"You don't have a choice, whore." The Servine remarked with a snicker, and he lowered his hips, forcing his ass down against her face. Even if she angled her head to the side, there was nothing to stop him from what he wanted, and the pucker soon met with her recoiling cheek, smearing across her face in an effort to find her mouth. A number of additional vines coiled out to manhandled her head into place, forcing her to look directly upwards at him. Though she struggled desperately, his vines were stronger. After a few moments, his pucker met with her lips.

"Start licking." He demanded, rocking his hips back and forth and deliberately grinding his ass against her mouth. When she refused and did nothing, he pushed his behind down harder, blocking any airway she might have had. Aware that her choices were to either to succumb to his whimsy or risk running out of air. Reluctantly, she parted her lips and resisted the urge to retch as her tongue connected with his pucker. She felt it quiver and tighten against her tongue and a long, quiet groan escaped the Servine's lips.

"Good slut. Just keep going..." He demanded in a hushed voice, pushing his ass down firmly against her and shuddering as her tongue was forced to lap back and forth, smearing against his puckering ass. She could feel it squeezing down against her tongue, as if he expected her to penetrate him much like he'd done to her-- but she wanted to do as little as possible, if she could help it.

It went on for what felt like an eternity. The Servine inevitably became aware that she was only going to lick the outskirts of his ass and pucker and nothing more, and he eventually resigned to the idea of not getting a good and proper rimming. He shifted off of her and she breathed a sigh of relief, greeting the fresh air above her. She could still taste his flesh on her tongue, somewhat, and shuddered at the thought of having to do it again. There was a damp spot on her chest and she soon realised he must have enjoyed forcing her to do his bidding.

"Well, you've definitely got a natural talent for rimming, slut. I'm definitely keeping you around." He mused, easing up off of her and moving around her tired body until he stood between her legs again, his twitching member making it clear what he planned to do. The female Snivy was about to retort when the realisation of his intentions dawned on her. She looked from him and down towards her spread legs, then back to his wicked eyes.

"Wait, n-no," She began defiantly, her voice wavering. "Don't touch me down there. I'm--"

A sinister chuckle forced her into silence and the Servine reached down, idly stroking his spit and cum covered length, admiring her grief-stricken face, her haunted eyes and parted lips.

"Gonna complain are you? Fine..." The Servine rolled his eyes. "There's always another hole."

She didn't know what he meant at first, eyes wide as he moved in between her legs, getting down onto his knees and angling his cock against her body. At first, she was sure he was going to force himself into her pussy, but the tip of his cone-shaped cock instead found a different mark: the equally virgin pink button hidden between the crease of her crotch and her tail.

"W-Wait, no!" She begged, but it was too late. With a cackle, the Servine thrust forwards, his cone cock effortlessly piercing the tight ring of her asshole and forcing its way inside. Her insides were dry, but his slicked up cock made it easy for him to force his way in. The second his cock passed her inner sphincter, a burning sensation of discomfort shot up her spine and across her body. She let out something of a squeak and scrunched her eyes shut, trying to pull away from him, straining her hands against the binds that held her down and arching her back in a last ditch effort to break free.

"Keep struggling slut, it only makes my dick harder." The Servine giggled, sinking himself deeper and deeper, until about half of his member was within her body. The Snivy didn't think she'd ever felt so full in her entire life, and her innards squeezed and gripped, each inch of her anal canal clamping down around his cock and inadvertently milking his length.

With a sickening groan, the Servine pulled back and thrust again, beginning in on yet another steady rhythm. Much like before, he relentlessly pounded into her, yet it was strangely more intimate, more violated than what he did before. She'd never done anal before, never even considered the possibility of it, yet here he was, so easily and readily abusing the one spot she'd thought sacred, other than her own pussy. She wanted the weep for the loss of her virginity, but all she could focus on was the sickening, horrid and ragged breathing of the Pokémon between her legs and his vile, powerful thrusts that made her entire body tense with pain and forced her cheeks to flush.

"So tight, so lovely...you really are a virgin, aren't you?" The Servine teased amidst his thrusts, his breathing low and heavy. The air soon became filled with the sounds of their wet sex, each thrust and slap accompanying a moan and the occasional scared whimper. The servine huffed and groaned with a greater intensity over time, beginning to pick up speed. He leant over the Snivy's tied-down frame and admired her teary cheeks and scrunched up eyes. He moved his head down and traced his mouth over her cheek, groaning under his breath and peppering her face with little kisses. She was repulsed, moving her head away, trying anything she could to get away from his sleazy behaviour. His wrists and hands burned with the sheer effort she put into trying to get away from his grip, but it was a futile effort.

His body gyrating atop of her, the wet squelches an indication of his impending orgasm, and his hot breath brushed against her cheek, his tongue lightly licking her flesh and occasionally meeting with her lips in an attempt to kiss her. She squirmed beneath him, letting out quiet, whimpering sobs as he violated her ass so thoroughly, hilting all the way inside her and causing her stomach to bulge with each thrust. Soon enough, the Servine's humps began to slow and his chest began to heave. It was just like before, and she knew what was coming.

With a quiet sigh, he relaxed atop her and she felt the rhythmic pulsing of his cock within her tight ass, his body emptying yet another fresh load of cum into her. The seed shot into the deepest parts of her body, each twitch and throb pushing against her belly. She squeezed her body around his cock instinctively, though not because she wanted his cum-- rather, her tight virgin ring burned so painfully that she could do nothing else but squeeze and hope the discomfort would subside.

"Your insides are so warm, slut..." The Servine groaned, trying to trail his lips back against her own in an effort to kiss her, but she defied him once again, angling her head this way and that to keep herself away from him. With a quiet tut of annoyance, the Servine shifted backwards and slid himself from her, withdrawing in a matter of moments and leaving her strangely empty, oozing cum from her tight hole.

With warning, she began to feel the mass again, but the rapist Servine wasn't aiming for her ass this time: instead, the cone-shaped tip of his cock probed her pussy. It seemed he was going to abuse her in the way she thought after all. He didn't hesitate to thrust forwards, piercing the delicate mound of her pussy and forcing his way into her, taking her virginity there and then.

"No!" She cried out, parting her lips to speak, and the Servine took the opportunity to force himself upon her, his lips meeting hers. She tried to close her mouth, but the Servine quickly shoved his tongue against her own, slipping two appendages into her in two different holes. His tongue roamed around hers and she clumsily retreated, tears running down her face as the Servine buried his hips deeper and deeper, forcing himself down. She didn't have a hymen like most women, considering she was a Pokémon, so there was no inner barrier for him to break-- he could enjoy the fullness of her without issue.

His hips pushed down against her, his tongue roaming her mouth. He groaned against her lips and she sobbed quietly in responses, violated and used. She felt sick, every inch of her tight pussy canal squeezing around his length, hoping that, by some mere stroke of luck, the force of her squeezing might push him out. She knew, however, that he was a lot stronger than her-- it didn't matter how much force she put into it, he would always win in raw strength. She inevitably knew she couldn't resist him, and she dejectedly relaxed her body, unable to fight back anymore. Upon the realisation of her futile efforts, all the strength left her body and she felt the numbing sensation of the cock jamming into her, over and over, as the Servine slovenly kissed her, attempting to suck on her tongue.

"Aww, no fight left? Bit of a boner killer...I'll make this quick then, slut. Just for you." He murmured, moving his head away from her and leaning back to admire her blank face, her glazed eyes and slow, quiet breathing. He tugged back and rammed himself forwards, as hard as he could manage, and she clearly winced from the stab of pain that shot up her body. Her lips closed and she gritted her teeth, eyes watering as the Servine relaxed into a rhythm of hard, vicious thrusts, aiming to make her react instead of pleasuring himself.

Each thrust was accompanied by a wet slap that echoed around the cave chamber they were in, each grunt bouncing off the walls and reverberating back towards them. The Servine began to huff with a little more intensity over time, his powerful thrusts slowly switching back to his usual rapid rhythm, the squelching of his loins against her and the readily oozing pre-cum from her cunt an indication of his climax closing in. The two of them were of the same egg group: she knew the consequences of his actions and her mind feared the worst, but there was nothing she could do about it. All the strength in the world wouldn't be able to rip her away from his clutches, not now.

"I'm gonna cum, slut. You want it? Wanna get nice and filled up?" He asked her, hoping to get some sort of reaction from her. When she didn't reply, he chuckled, pounding himself harder and harder against her, inevitably leaning over her body and admiring her jiggling frame, the way his cock bulged her stomach, the way her insides squeezed around him. With a sigh, he began to slow, his thrusts irregular, his breathing low and heavy.

He pushed forwards for a final time, settling himself into her completely and reaching his third orgasm of the night. He painted her velvety inner walls with his thick, virile cum, shooting seed from his member with enough force for it to bounce back against his cock and ooze from around his member, seeping down the thin strip of flesh between her pussy and her ass. He kneaded his cock into her for a few more moments, before pulling back slightly, withdrawing a little from her and emptying the last of his load near the entrance to her pussy. When he withdrew completely, he toothily grinned, admiring the way his cum leaked from her body.

He shifted and moved in to lay beside her, curling up against her body and hugging her to him. She recoiled away from his touch, but it was clear he wasn't about to let her go anytime soon. His vines were as firm as ever, as if they were a part of him that he could easily control.

"You're gonna make such a good mommy..." He murmured, nuzzling in against her and lapsing into a quiet silence. The Snivy laid there in the dark, the illuminating spores overhead slowly dimming over time until there wasn't any light left. The Servine's breathing slowed into a deep, heavy rhythm, indicating he'd fallen asleep next to her. She couldn't even think of sleeping, not with him next to her. Her eyes brimmed with tears at the thought of her new life before her.

Whatever the cost, she'd get away. She had to.