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Rumors and myths were dangerous things. Minds love to run wild with stories and tales with roots in reality that quickly grow out of control, creating legends of famous warriors and even more infamous villains. Words that are carrying ideas of artifacts and locations that contain overwhelming power or treasure to lure others into a fruitless chase through the wilderness till the end of their days. One such story hovered around the forest near Crescent Town. Specifically, the Pokemon in town spoke about a self-proclaimed 'Queen of the Moon' that brings great harm to anyone traveling at night through the undergrowth. Tales of those attacked, never to be seen again, were great stories for the younger Pokemon of the town to keep them in bed at night without a peep or to ensure that they wouldn't cause trouble. Of course, some got curious. It was inevitable. Especially in a town with its own Explorers Guild. None were as stubborn about it as a Quilava known as Emil. Now while more than a few jokes are given about the brashness of fire types with their firey temper, Emil was as stubborn as they come. Young, eager, and egged on with persistent niggling in the back of his mind to prove himself as one of the best. It was this stubborn desire to prove himself in his small town that he ditched his home at the first chance he got. The humid climate proved to be to his benefit, no bars or glass on his window for the chilly wind to flow freely through the home. The Quilava moved as stealthily as he could, silently landing on the smooth grass. The town was quiet, nearly dead in the early morning hours. The curved claw of the moon remained high in the sky and provided a dim light as he maneuvered from shadow to shadow. Even with the rest of the town being sound asleep, he couldn't afford any missteps. If he did, his adventure ends early with an earful from his father and worse scolding from his mother. The dull thud of a paw against wood stopped him dead in his tracks, eyes wide and ears perked. His heart pounded in his chest from a mix of excitement and trepidation, the rush of doing something frowned upon for the sheer fun of it. However, it wasn't so brash as that. Least, not in his mind. For Emil, it was going to be his self imposed rite of passage. He'd prove to the town that he's adventurer material and gain some long-awaited recognition or not come back at all! Of course, he'd cross that bridge when he came to it. For now, he focused on the source of the noise and the familiar smell of blueberries. It seemed the Kecleon brothers were busy handling a late-night delivery of their stock and were hurriedly trying to get it all prepared for the next day in a few hours. They were attempting to be silent about it to not wake the neighbors, but the two weren't wholly unnoticed. This brief distraction was what he needed as a rather angry Rhydon stomped out of his home to meet the two brothers with an expression that promised a firm wringing of a neck or two, leaving Emil to slip into the forest itself amidst the noise. The sound of angry voices slowly growing in volume soon fell away as he entered the woods surrounding the town to begin his hunt for the 'Queen of the Moon.' Either from forgetfulness or inability to understand the task in front of him, Emile neglected to bring berries to help potential injuries while finding the source of the legend. The Quilava didn't see other hostile Pokemon as a problem, of course, traipsing through the undergrowth with his head held high and eyes scanning for the mythical Queen. A bold figure for anyone else and quite open to attack. Emil gained this realization once several needles flung themselves from the darkness. He didn't notice them until quite a few lodged themselves in his side, causing him to stumble with a cry of pain. His reaction was instinctive as the Quilava wheeled around to face the direction that the attack came from with flames spitting from his maw, the undergrowth is quickly set alight in a blaze of embers and smoke. The area around the Quilava was now wreathed in an orange glow as he frantically searched for the source of the attack. The shadows revealed no one, the crackle of flames roaring in his ears with a paw clutching his injured side. The next attack was just as sudden and unexpected, the sound of wingbeats hidden by the sound of the flames and wind as a Pokemon slammed into Emil from above with the same ferocity as before. Pinned to the ground with a barbed needle digging deep into his back, the injured Pokemon's vision was swimming in a sea of darkness. Emil regretted just about everything today in his supposed last few moments. However, before his vision finally went black, he felt the weight lifted off by a blur of red and white with a loud growl in his ears that sent shivers down his body.

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The world came back slowly to the Quilava. The first thing he noticed was a pulse in time with his heartbeat, sending mild waves of pain that radiated from his back and side. The sensations weren't unbearable. Just uncomfortable and annoying as he struggled into a sitting position with a groan. Emil opened his eyes slowly, exposing himself to the early morning sun. He was in a room of some kind, carved into the rock around it with a few barely perceptible slits allowing sunlight inside. The comfy cushioning underneath him was a pile of grass and hay, some of it sticking to the white bandages crisscrossing his body. Before he could come to understand exactly how he survived the nights' events, a paw gripped his shoulder in a gentle but firm grip and quickly tugged him back down onto his temporary bedding. "Lay back down. You still need time to heal." The voice was surprisingly smooth and honeylike in tone, subconsciously putting his mind at ease while he gazed upward at his savior. Bright red clashed with the pure white of the Pokemon above him with eyes that screamed anything but gentleness with the pure red circled with black. Her hair was hanging over one side of her face, tipped a deep black onyx color. Her face was surprisingly gentle, a small smile on her lips as the Lycanroc looked over Emil. "You took a bad hit, and from a poison attack no less. You're pretty lucky to get through it tonight." "Uh.... thank you, Miss, uh...." "Stella is fine." "Ok, uhhh... Stella. Where am I?" "My home but... that's not important right now. What's important is that I need... payment for helping ya out." The previously friendly face took on a mischevious grin as she leaned a little closer, red intensely focused on his deep green ones. "You gimme that, and I'll get you home!~" Now the offer was suspicious, especially considering that he didn't even know this the price this Pokemon wanted him to pay to get home. Again, he didn't quite have many choices in the matter now, did he? Emil nods slowly, and that's all the confirmation the Lycanroc needed. Before he can even ask what this price may be, a pair of lips immediately pressed against his. Her tongue quickly slipped past his lips to explore his maw. The increase in the heat was immediately noticeable, sending a pleasurable sensation down her form while he remained tense for a few more moments. Whatever doubts Emil had about her intentions are quickly replaced with more erotic thoughts, pressing back into the kiss, and meeting her tongue with his. Both of her hands slid down his chest while Stella continued to makeout session with shameless vigor, claws tracing over every muscle with precise yet ginger motions to not aggravate any injuries from the night before. The Quilava certainly didn't have any regrets himself while he eagerly enjoyed the kiss from the Pokemon above him with both paws grabbing either side of her head while he deepened the kiss. It wasn't long before the Lycanroc brushed her fingers through his fur to rub along the Quilavas' sheath in slow and purposeful motions, fingers occasionally teasing the tip of the shaft already poking out into open air. Thanks to his fire typing, the heat emanating from his growing shaft was quite apparent. Now while Stella enjoyed this lovely makeout session, the ever-increasing heat between her thighs and the scent of the potent male encouraged her to speed things along. The kiss breaks with soft pants along with a trail of saliva connecting both lips before she shifts position, spinning around to his front to straddle the Quilava underneath her. The thick shaft against her plump rear dripped rivulets of pre that trailed down the length, quickly being smeared along with her fur while she grinds into him in slow and purposeful motions. "Mmmm.... not bad~. Let's see how well you can fulfill my little deal~." Now while the Quilava wasn't the most romantic type when it came to things in the bedroom, he was once again at a loss for words from the slick slit grinding along his shaft before enveloping inch after agonizing inch. The thick twitching rod pulsed with a massive heat as Stella grabbed fistfuls of his fur to steady herself, walls squeezing around his cock in practiced motions to effectively milk Emil while she rode him. Of course, she didn't want him to pop too quickly, starting with slow and languid movements of her hips that gently brought her hips down against his in gentle wet smacks. Every time the Lycanroc pushed her hips downward, the Quilava ground upward to meet her with his mouth hanging open slightly with soft pants. "T-tiigghhttt~..." Emil was in bliss, pleasure rolling through his body in gentle and rhythmic motions. His twitching shaft leaked pre nearly always that quickly smeared along her walls with toes curling slightly while bucking his hips upward. While Stella still kept control of the pace, the increasing sensations of pleasure were pushing both of them to move harder and faster despite the injuries making themselves known once again. The pain is quickly ignored as he worked to keep up with her pace, knot slowly swelling to its full size while he tightened his grip on her voluptuous hips. Whether it be from his lack of stamina or just how enjoyable her wet folds are, he was finding his climax approaching far quicker than he'd like. "G-gah~... I'm g-gonna cum..." "C-cum inside! Now!" Her breath came out in soft pants while her hips worked at a rapid pace, knot battering her slick slit with loud wet smacks with her grip shifting from his chest to the floor on either side of him. He couldn't quite fit the knot inside at first, struggling to stretch her wide enough to slip it inside. Claws digging into her hips, he manages a particularly rough series of thrusts that forced his knot inside with a wet pop and sinking his throbbing shaft a few inches deeper. His pointed tip pressed firmly against the entrance to her womb, spreading her cervix just far enough to allow a direct shot as he began to pump wave after wave of thick creamy seed into her. He very quickly whitewashed her insides with his hot virile sperm eagerly searching for eggs to claim while Emil let his head fell back, ragged pants, and a few pangs of pain wracking his body. His partner above him enjoyed a growing warmth in her belly as he dumped his load inside, falling forward to lay on top of him with a soft grunt of pain leaving his lips. "So..... when do you show me the way home?" "Looking to run already?... Hun, we still got quite the day ahead of us before I take you back home tonight. I hope you don't mind a few more rounds. And a nice bath, of course. A Queen such as myself can't be seen looking like a mess now, can I?