FSE

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Todd paused at the intersection of the forested paths to once more look at his map. It was hastily scrawled out in shorthand, messily overlapping in places. If he hadn't had to put up with Ben's sloppy handwriting all throughout high school, he had doubts he would have been able to read it. Still, it took him a moment to discern the correct path to take, and this led him even deeper into Lostlorn Forest.

The early morning chill forced a shiver out of him, the thick mist that clung to the ground engulfing his legs. It seemed almost alive in the way it parted around him, encompassing him and swallowing up any noise he made.

It was incredibly creepy here. He had ventured into Lostlorn only once nearly a year before, and that was to capture the companion that walked alongside him.

Vice was a large zoroark, standing a little shorter than his trainer did. His long, triangular ears swiveled around like satellites, taking in the noise of his former home. He didn't seem as interested in Todd was at the prospect of following the map but was rather invested in seeing his old home once more. Every so often he would make a motion to move off the path only for Todd to quickly call him back to his side.

He hadn't been expecting the letter. It was delivered to the Castelia City pokemon center, marked urgent for him. It was a fluke that he had received it, at least, Todd thought it was. The last time he had talked to Ben in person was when he was just beginning his journey three years ago.

That was back when he only had one pokemon and nothing but ambition. Now, he possessed a full team and a completed set of badges from the Unova region.

The letter had been dated almost four months earlier. It was cryptic, simply requesting that Todd make the trip to a cabin nestled deep in Lostlorn Forest.

Todd stuffed his hands deep into his pockets as he walked the overgrown forest route. He was tall and slender, years on the road and constant walking leaving him unable to maintain weight even if he were to try. His uniform was well-worn, torn and dusty in places; he couldn't bring himself to throw out the garment he had accomplished so much in.

His hair was short and brown, buried under a baseball cap that matched the coloration of his jacket. He would reach up to adjust the hat every so often, a nervous habit that he had never been able to shake.

After he graduated from high school, he had always known that he would become a pokemon trainer. It seemed like there was no other option for him. There was no vocation or job that called to him, and he shunned the idea of a career. The sense of freedom being on the road was all that ever appealed to him.

Ben was the exact opposite. He looked up to those scientists that made discoveries, those innovators of tomorrow whose inventions made the wonders of the pokemon world seem paltry in comparison.

Graduation was when the two conflicting plans for the future came to a boiling point. Their words had grown heated, things were said that Todd had long ago come to regret, and that was the end of their friendship.

Or so he thought.

It had been with a strange sense of excitement mixed with apprehension when he saw the old letter. After years of having no one but his pokemon to look out for him, having the chance to speak with his old friend become a fixation. Even after their messy parting of ways, he knew that he couldn't hold it against him.

"You'll like Ben, I'm sure." He reassured Vice, only for the zoroark to grunt in general contempt. It made Todd sigh and roll his eyes; he knew the dark fox would rather be doing anything else than taking a day off. "He's really cool when you g- Vice get back here!" He commanded, noticing when he began to take even a minuscule step from the path. "You can run off later, but you have to listen to me now."

Even when he caught him as a zorua, he was an aggressive fighter. He wasn't like the others of his kind; he had forsaken surreptitious procedure in favor of direct combat. It was the reason he always relied on the fox pokemon at the beginning of battles, but also the reason he held the record for fainting the most on his team.

At one point he had gone so far as to ask a pokemon behavioralist about it. His response was that Vice seemed to have an inferiority complex, a supposedly common problem for dark type pokemon.

It left him with an icy demeanor, and Todd was certain he didn't like his trainer as much as his other pokemon did. He only needed to look at his constant attempts to get away from him, even though he could easily call him back with his pokeball.

The behavioralist had insisted the best cure for his self-esteem was to spend as much time with him as possible. This had proven to be an inadequate solution to his distaste for his trainer.

The cabin seemed to materialize out of the mist so suddenly that Todd was taken aback. It was a dilapidated structure, all dark wood with a small, crumbling wall of stone encircling the perimeter of it. He couldn't see the back, but it seemed like the wall extended all the way around the grounds. The weeds and grass had overtaken the front of the structure, with creeping kudzu ensnaring the cabin in a strangling grip.

The windows were dark, a few panes of glass baring cracks from lack of maintenance. Shingles coated the ground surrounding the area, with the roof bowing in the center as if it would collapse at any second. The fog had seemed to lessen in this area as if it were afraid to approach this forlorn place.

He thought back to the portly man he had known, his aversion to anything outside of a sterile lab. Todd momentarily felt silly, as if this was all just one big joke being played on him. Even as he stepped towards the dwelling, taking small, measured movements, he wanted to turn away from it.

A gate on the wall hung loosely, but firmly. It was the only sign that something had been maintained around here. The wood creaked under his hand as he pushed it open before a sound rang out.

It was a bell, clanging loudly and cheerfully. It cut through the fog, so unexpected that Todd stepped away from the gate. At the same time as the noise rang out, he heard footsteps darting away behind him. His call to Vice to stay by his side faltered when he saw that the zoroark had already disappeared.

Immediately, there was a rustling noise from inside the cabin. The door slammed open, revealing the interior and a figure standing on the threshold. Todd's breath caught in his throat when he recognized the face of his friend Ben, although he was drastically different than he had once appeared.

"Who's there?! This is private land!" He barked, surly and commanding in tone. Gone was the thick stomach he once had, replaced by a gaunt form. The lab coat that he wore seemed to hang off of him, the coattails swishing with every movement that he made. His cheeks looked hollow and sunken in, large bags hanging under his eyes reflecting a lack of sleep.

Todd could only stare at the specter of what his friend had become. It took everything in him to form the words on his lips, and even then, his tongue seemed to protest it.

"B-Ben...is that you, man?"

There was a moment of silence from the man on the deck. Confusion shot across his face, his expression becoming cold and calculating. Slowly, he grinned, even though the display of happiness didn't seem to extend into his eyes.

"Todd...holy shit, I didn't think you'd get my letter! Or...I thought you'd ignore it."

Ben had started down the steps to the house, moving with long, quick strides. He seemed animated, unable to hold still for just a moment. The entire time that grin never left his face, showcasing the perfect teeth he possessed.

"Arceus, man...how long has it been?"

"I think...three years?" After the initial shock at seeing his friend like this, Todd had allowed himself to smile at him. It wouldn't do well for him to gawk at him like a simpleton. "Ben...what the hell are you doing out here? Your letter said you needed to see me?"

Ben stopped on the other end of the gate and reached down. With a flick, he dislodged a string that had been hooked onto the handle, the faint jingling of the bell sounding once more. The man pulled open the gate and took Todd by surprise when he suddenly embraced him.

"Thank you for coming, seriously...I needed to show someone, I needed to talk to another human. Someone I know I can trust."

Todd's initial reaction was to grimace at the embrace. He smelled of sour sweat and body odor, making him wonder when was the last time he took a shower. The gaunt man was surprisingly strong, his grip almost iron tight.

"Dude, it's okay, seriously," he began, wiggling uncomfortably as the hold went on far longer than he would have liked. "I wanted to talk to you, too. It's been way too long..." He awkwardly reached up, sparing him a pat on the shoulder. Finally, he released him, stepping away quickly and gesturing with a hand towards him.

"Come on, we need to get inside. You never know who might be watching."

Todd swallowed hard, trying to resist the sinking sensation in the pit of his stomach. This wasn't how he expected their meeting to go. Hesitation stilled his movements, but an insatiable curiosity drove him onwards.

He walked up the pathway as Ben continued to urge him on. It wasn't like Todd to be afraid of walking into dangerous situations. Still, his hands drifted towards his belt as if to reassure himself that his pokeballs were still there. He spared one last glance over his shoulder back at the way he came, hoping to catch some glimpse of Vice watching them.

"I know it's...messy," Ben stated, closing the door behind them when Todd finally walked in. "I haven't had visitors...ever."

The cabin was sparsely lit with a few candles placed around the interior. It illuminated the cramped single room, casting ominous shadows over stacks of books and papers that seemed shoved into every corner. The kitchen counter was overloaded with glass jars and vials, a complex setup of seemingly precariously placed equipment dominating the area.

It was here that Ben headed first, moving aside great heaps of paperwork to set a small Bunsen burner on the counter. The faint hiss of gas was replaced with the sudden burst of flames that shot up, lighting up the space considerably. A large, oblong flask was situated over the flame, filled with a faint, red mixture.

"I'm so, so glad you came, Todd. You don't understand how appreciative I am that you made the trip."

Heavy, black curtains had been hung over the windows, blocking out any light from entering or exiting. The scent of sweat and moldy wood hung heavy in the air, leaving no doubt it had been a while since it was aired out last. He could hear the faint dripping of liquid coming from somewhere in the depths of the cabin, but it didn't seem to originate from one source.

There was a bed tucked into one corner, but it was just as overloaded with books as every other surface in the room. His exhausted state suddenly made sense, although this realization did nothing to reduce Todd's exasperation at his condition.

If there was one thing that remained the same about Ben, it was his messiness. The chaotic explosion of scientific endeavors might have seemed random to others, but Todd was certain it was exactly how Ben wanted it to be. The gaunt man had approached the table, shuffling papers and books aside to clear space.

"I really...really am happy you came, Todd," he whispered, repeating himself again in an exuberant voice. He rested his palms flat on the open space and took a long, shuddering breath. "I've been out here for so long..."

"It really looks like it, bud..." He started, gesturing around a bit with tepid ire at the mess of a cabin. "When was the last time you slept? Arceus, Ben...you look...terrible." The word slipped before he could contain it. The shoulders of the man started at this, but he didn't expect the raspy laughter that met him.

"I imagine I do. I don't have a mirror out here...but, but, that's not important!" he tilted his head back to observe him out of the corner of his eye, "I've been busy. So, incredibly busy, Todd. Do you know what I've been working on since I left Silph?"

"I didn't know you left Silph...I thought that was your dream company to work for?"

In truth, it surprised Todd to hear this. He remembered how much Ben had bragged about the opportunity, his chance to rub shoulders with some of the greatest minds in the region.

His face soured, the grin finally disappearing as he pursed his lips into a tight grimace. His fingers had begun to tap idly along the cracked wood of the dining room table, beating a senseless pattern into it. "I guess I thought it was as well." He finally said, reaching up to run a hand through his long, greasy, black hair. "Just...have a seat, okay?"

Todd begrudgingly took one of the high-backed chairs that were offered to him. It felt strange sitting here with just the candles to offer him respite from the near darkness. It didn't help that Ben insisted on leaning closer to him, speaking softly as if they were cohorts in some scheme.

"I started there after high school, yeah." He began, his words spat like they left a foul taste in his mouth. Todd noticed he at least appeared a bit more relaxed than he initially did, the manic energy that had permeated him diminishing. "I was just a lab tech, working on some of the coolest things I'd ever seen."

Ben smiled at the memory, leaning back in his chair while his eyes drifted upwards. He seemed to change before Todd's eyes, becoming the calm, collected intellectual that he used to be.

"Pokeballs you could reuse after failures, pocket PC's, hand-sized healing centers for use in the field...you wouldn't believe just what some of those guys were able to come up with." He waved his hands in front of him with a grand flourish, his chair creaking as he moved to sit on the edge of it. He watched Todd closely as he spoke. What had to have been months of solitude caused all of this to spill out of him. "I was right there on the ground floor for a lot of it. The things I took part in, Todd..."

Against his better judgment, Todd found himself beginning to relax. He sat back in his chair, giving Ben the benefit of a doubt as he began to explain all this. The enthusiasm he showed was endearing; it was a feeling Todd couldn't recall ever experiencing strongly. "Sounds like the perfect place for you..."

"It was, it really was..." He nibbled on his lip a minute amount, his gaze falling to the table. "Until I realized something. Even the greatest minds in Unova fall victim to jealousy." His hand trembled as he lifted it, three of his fingers lifting into the air. "I had three," he spat this in emphasis, "three projects stolen out from under me. I did all the work, all of it, only to have someone else stick their name on it."

"Damn, man, that re-"

"Do you know how much time I put into them?!" He cut him off so suddenly that Todd recoiled in his chair. Ben must have realized his sudden outburst had caused it, for his tone softened once more. "All that work...of course, I was the intern, I was paid in the experience!" He laughed, a dry, raspy noise that rattled in his chest. "As if that were a fair trade-off...so I left."

Todd's eyes alighted on the equipment that cluttered the room. Most of it seemed new, high-tech. It was incredibly out of place in the ramshackle cabin. His fingers began to tap against the table, and he inhaled sharply through gritted teeth. "Why are you out here, Ben?"

Ben stiffened at this question. He crossed his arms over his chest, looking down in indignation at the scuffed wood of the table. He was silent for a few moments, before rolling his shoulders in a glorified shrug. "When I left, I took some stuff. Before you say anything, I was owed it for the shit they put me through."

The silence hung over them like a shroud. He cleared his throat softly, trying to break the awkward air that had suddenly filled the room. "I...guess I wouldn't know." He mumbled, rubbing the back of his head gently.

"Yeah, you wouldn't," Ben responded instantly, pulling his arms closer to his chest. "I came out here, because, well...this is serious business. I know it's nothing spectacular, but you should have seen it when I first moved in." He got up suddenly, the legs of the chair screeching against the floor like a wounded animal. "I'm going to show them for stealing my legacy, Todd. I just need to do more testing."

He watched as he walked past him, heading over to the flask resting over the Bunsen burner. The interior now bubbled with a roiling, purple fluid with thick, white foam along the top of it.

"What have you been doing?" Ben asked, not bothering to look back at him. The rattle of glass met Todd's ears as he shuffled around a few things. He produced a stir stick and dipped it into the mouth of the flask, giving the mixture a vigorous swirl to force the foam to dissipate. "I know you always wanted to travel. Thought Castelia would be the most likely place to catch you."

Todd was thankful for the opportunity to talk about something other than Ben's turbulent scientific career. He felt bad for him, but he also felt uncomfortable. He could only imagine what Ben had to have taken to warrant him thinking he needed to come all the way out here.

"I actually just got my last badge." He finally said, not trying to hide the note of pride in his voice. When Ben didn't so much as react to this, he reached down and patted a hand on his belt. "Got a full team...been loving life on the road."

"I imagine you would." He mumbled, sounding rather uninterested.

He had removed the mixture from the flame and set it on a nearby stand. The mixture continued to bubble as he stepped away from it. Todd could see him produce a small, plastic box from under the table, the Silph Co. emblem varnished above a large biohazard symbol.

"Never did want to do anything...spectacular, did you?"

There was a momentary beat of silence before Todd sighed. "You haven't changed a bit, have you. Does that really still bother you?"

"Oh, I've changed, Todd."

He produced a small, glass vial from the box and held it in front of him. The liquid inside was almost effervescent, glowing with a bioluminescent green color. "I actually want to leave behind a legacy. You, on the other hand..." he shrugged "you're still just one big waste of potential, aren't you?"

Silence filled the cabin, except for the hiss of the flames and the bubbling liquid in the vial.

"I think we're done here." Todd pushed himself away from the table and stood up from his chair. His face had begun to redden in the cheeks from agitation, but he hesitated when there was a loud, bubbling pop.

Ben had tilted the vial, allowing the full mixture of ooze to fall into the purple fluid. With the stirring stick he went back to work, rendering it a muted pink in coloration.

"I really wanted to see you again, but...fucking hell."

The shoulders of the lab-coated man sagged as he placed his hands on the table. He didn't see what he was reaching for, having already begun to turn towards the doorway.

"Come on, lighten up." He spun around in place and shot him that unpleasant grin, the rictus smile enough to make Todd's skin crawl. "I invited you here for a very important reason...what are friends for, right? They're supposed to help you out with anything."

"I'm not going to stand around and let you insult me, Ben," Todd stated, holding his ground as Ben began to approach him. "I thought you would have moved past that, but obviously I wa-ouch!"

He was cut off mid-sentence when Ben produced the syringe he was hiding behind his back. The man moved so fast that he hadn't expected the sudden lunge, but he certainly felt the intended effect. The needle plunged into the skin above Todd's hand, a quick push of the plunger injecting the pinkish liquid he had been mixing.

"Don't freak out."

"What the fuck, man?!" Todd demanded, smacking aside his friend's hand. He acted on reflex, shoving him back hard with his uninjured arm. Heat had begun to blossom in the palm of his left hand, while his fingers began to tremble against his will.

Ben grunted as his back collided with the counter, the glass objects rattling ominously but maintaining their positioning. "Seriously, don't freak out!" The grin had never left his face, even after the sudden shove. He watched him intently, mouth held slightly agape as he watched the bloody pinprick on Todd's arm.

"You fucking stabbed me, you goddamn psychopath!" He cursed, reaching down to grab the injection site of the needle. He saw the discarded syringe on the ground, a few drops of the pinkish fluid all that remained. Todd's foot came down hard on it, shattering it with a crunch of glass. "You seriously think I won't freak out about this?"

His mouth suddenly felt dry, and it became difficult to swallow. Todd could feel his breathing growing shallow, the room suddenly feeling like it was devoid of oxygen. Beads of sweat had begun to form on his forehead, the formerly cold room suddenly feeling like it was blazing hot.

"Todd, Todd you are going to help me." Ben's voice cut through his sense of vertigo, even as he stumbled back and had to grab the table to steady himself. The hand holding the needle mark had fallen away from it in order to maintain his balance.

In the light of the candles, he swore there was a patch of red covering his arm. As he watched, it seemed to spread up and down the length of his limb, creeping like a sentient moss under his jacket sleeve. His heart went into overdrive, beating inhumanely fast to cope with what was happening to him.

"I gave you a purpose, right? I reached a wall in my tests...but then you showed up!" He watched the stumbling display that Todd made before quickly grabbing at a stack of notebooks. Ben produced a pencil from his pocket. "Oh Arceus, Todd. I thought I'd never have this moment."

"You fucking prick!" He hissed in pain, doubling over as the contents of his stomach fought against him. His left arm had begun to throb as what he could now see was fur completely encompassed it. Desperately, he grabbed at the front of his jacket, tugging on it hard in a mad attempt to fight the constricting sensation that was choking him. To his horror, he saw the same red fur growing over his chest.

"Fascinating..." Ben intoned from behind him, making quick scratches over the paper. "You're changing much faster than I thought you would." He took a quick step back when Todd suddenly swung out at, nearly catching him with the wild swing. "Oh, temper!"

"What's happening to me?!" He tried to keep the fear out of his voice, his skin tingling as more fur began to grow all over him. Todd was aware Ben was encircling him, watching him as if he were a common lab rattata. His face had grown numb, and to his horror, he could feel his teeth beginning to shift in his jaw.

"Do you know that most species of pokemon have a higher rate of males to females born? We were working on a way to fix that problem, to give the pokemon gene pool a much-needed influx of...fresh DNA."

His hands were trembling as he held them in front of his face, a shocked yelp escaping him. His fingers had begun to merge together, solidifying into dainty, red paws. It was only now he realized how much taller Ben seemed than him; before he had stood above him, now he was almost two feet shorter.

A sharp crack resonated in the room before Todd yelped once more and fell to all fours, his spine curving into a form that would better complement a quadruped. His legs followed suit, snapping into forward angles while his toes began to curl so he was standing on them.

A tremendous pressure resonated at the base of his spine, shooting outwards at the same time he fell free of his loosely hanging pants.

"Going off your namesake, I thought this would be a fitting choice for you."

Six long, fluffy red tails sprouted from his tailbone, splayed out like the arms of an octillery, each one almost appearing to have a life of their own. They curled around his form, drawing his attention to them and making him nearly scream and recoil at the sight of them.

His face had stopped stretching when it formed a pointy muzzle, his nose becoming black and growing damp. A whirlwind of new scents hit him all at once, knocking him into a stupor of sensory overload. The chemical odor in the cabin was cloying, mixing with old wood, Ben's permeating scent hanging over all of it.

"My mentor was the one who came up with the idea for this. Of course, he never would have gotten far without me."

Ben's voice began to fade away before all Todd could hear was silence. Just like with his olfactory senses, hearing returned to him in crystal clear focus. His ears had shifted on his head, growing long and pointed, swiveling against his control.

"He got cold feet when we found evidence it would work on humans; he decided it was too dangerous. I wasn't going to let my work rot in a vault."

Todd's transformation was almost complete, but there was one final indignation that Ben intended for him to suffer. The tightness in his stomach had grown even worse, and he whined loudly, a feral voice crying out for relief from the pain. From his position on all fours, he had seen the way his manhood shrunk, pulling into his groin until nothing but the tip seemed to remain. Ultimately, even that disappeared from sight, taking his sac with it and leaving his groin bare of any gender indicators.

"I thought to myself...who would no one miss? Who could I test this on? Then I realized it. It was always you, Todd."

He got down on one knee in front of him, pressing one of his fingers against the bottom of his muzzle to direct his gaze up to him. He smiled weakly at the fiery amber eyes that met him, the pure rage and hatred burning in them enough to give him pause. "You should be happy; we're making history. Your life finally has a purpose."

The tightening of his stomach made him grunt, incredibly painful cramps shooting through him. The fire in his lower body had begun to focus on one location: directly between his legs. Ben released his gaze long enough for him to see the horrifying sight of dark, black lips beginning to form where his manhood had been just moments ago.

They were ebony in coloration, forming in the shape of a dark spade that stood out against the carpet of red fur that had covered him. The heat didn't dissipate, but instead seemed to radiate from between his legs, the musky, spicy odor of his new feminine odor soon assaulting his delicate nose.

His transformation finished as twin rows of small, pink buds began to form on his lower stomach. They felt incredibly sensitive to the touch, the cold air of the cabin enough to make them harden. Todd yelped when he accidentally brushed them against the hard, rough wood of the cabin floor, sending alien sensations through his body.

The cabin fell silent except for Todd's desperate, wheezing pants. No matter how much he tried to breathe in, his lungs didn't seem satisfied. It felt like he had run a marathon, left shaking and exhausted from the forceful transformation he had gone through.

"Extraordinary. Todd...I'm so proud of you. You took it like a champ!"

"You bastard..." He whispered, trying - and failing - to get back to all fours. Each brush of his new sensitive nipples against the floor was torturous, making the heat in his lower body so much worse. His ears folded forward at the distinctly feminine voice that came from his throat, airy and almost bubbly. "I'm going to...going to kill you for this...I'm a g-girl!"

Ben paused when he heard this, cocking his head to the side in a note of confusion. He opened his mouth momentarily, thinking of what to say before ultimately chuckling. "I'm sorry, Todd...but I don't speak pokemon." He smiled whimsically down at him, making light of the pokemon's distressed cries of anger. "You should be pleased. That mixture should have made you a very tough little vixen...with a high fertility rate."

Todd snarled at his constant mocking of his - her - new situation. She had finally managed to maintain her balance on all fours, holding herself aloft on tiny paws. Free of her confining human clothing and with new eyes sensitive to low light conditions, she could see the changes that encompassed her body.

Dark, russet-colored fur covered the back of her body from head to toe. Her stomach and chest were a soft, creamy coloration, almost as white as the milk from a miltank. There was a noticeable tuft of bushy fur that stood out from her chest, giving her an almost stuffed animal look. Her six long, luxurious tails continued to whip through the air, impossible for the newly minted fox to control.

She didn't have long to look over herself before a claw-like grip enclosed the scruff of her neck. It lifted her off the ground effortlessly, causing her legs to wobble against the air feebly. The sensation of being held like this flooded her body with endorphins, forcing her to slowly go still. Even if Ben had called her it, she certainly didn't feel like a 'tough vixen'.

Her heart was racing as Ben began to walk towards the backdoor of the cabin, the sudden departure onto the deck blinding her from how bright it was. The cool air out here did nothing to dampen the infernal heat that arose between her legs, her little, black spade twitching on instinct.

"I need to...to record everything that happened. I need time to think, alone."

"You fucking prick, I hate you. I fucking hate you so Arceus damn much." Todd knew in her heart he couldn't understand her, but swearing made her feel at least a little better.

He began moving hastily in his urgency, nearly tripping down the crumbling back steps and making her yelp as it caused her to bounce in his grasp. The backyard was fenced in by the stone wall, seemingly much higher now than it was when she was still a human. It was just as overgrown as the front yard had been, but one section near the back of the fence was cleared away.

Todd could see that he was taking her to something that poured gasoline on the conflagration of emotions rushing through her little body.

A doghouse. A small, bare-bones doghouse that looked to be in much better shape than the cabin Ben resided in.

"I bought this for you three months ago...I promise you're going to be so happy! Did you know one vulpix can produce up to eight eggs every two weeks? With that mix, it won't be just vulpix eggs, either, but whoever we get to mate with you! Just imagine how useful you're going to be now!"

Ben ignored her urgent snarls. He tried not to let her suddenly flailing paws hit against his arm, and he merely chuckled at the vigorous snapping of her jaws at him. In front of the dog house was a large metal rod that had been driven deep into the ground. The rusty chain that hung from it clattered gently in the breeze.

"What did I say about that temper? It's not very becoming of a lady to bite at...well, I suppose I would call myself your trainer, wouldn't you?" He wagged one finger in her face, taunting her to keep trying to nip at him. "I seem to recall you saying I'd never make it as a trainer...looks like you didn't, either."

Ben chuckled at his own little joke, even while Todd raged at him. The heat of a pokemon was an all-consuming thing, made even worse when it stoked the inborn flame of a fire type. She felt like she was going to lose her mind at any second, it made her furious.

She almost got the best of him when he reached towards the end of the chain. She thrashed hard, ignoring the sudden pain in the scruff of her neck where she dangled. Todd fought valiantly, but she was no better than a low-level pokemon throwing a hissy fit.

It made her jump when she felt something cold wrapping around her neck. A tight pull of Ben's hands tightened the material, nearly cutting off her air supply and causing her to gag. The silent threat caused her struggling to slow down, and he chose that moment to release her.

Todd grunted when she hit the ground, wincing immediately after. The wet, soft grass beneath her had unintentionally brushed against her new feminine opening. Her body betrayed her, and it took everything in her power not to let out a pleasured whimper.

"Now, you're going to be a good girl for me," Ben said this while pressing his foot down on the rusty chain. Immediately, she felt the pressure around her neck tighten, forcing her head closer to the ground in display of just what was attached to her. "I need to get some work done, and I won't have you running around making a mess of things..."

She could see it in a small puddle on the ground. Dark, black leather with multiple metal spikes sticking out of it. The studded collar looked so out of place when she saw the cute - albeit incredibly angry - face of the vulpix wearing it.

"H-Hey! Hey, you can't just leave me here!" She screamed after him as he walked away from her, satisfied that she would be staying put.

He wasn't wrong in this assumption, as Todd would soon find out. The chain was heavy, and although it was rusted, it was still unyielding to any attempt she made to pull out of it. No matter how hard she wiggled, struggled, and rolled, the collar refused to release its death grip around her neck.

She howled and spat, tearing at the grass under her with new claws that were quickly tarnished with dirt. Anything she could do to rage against the hopelessness of her situation, she tried.

So many new hormones coursed through her body, ones that she couldn't even begin to fathom. She was angry, but on the verge of tears. She wanted to be alone, but she wanted someone to offer her comfort. Her heat ensnared her in a net of contradictions, and still it burned up her lower body.

Todd felt like she was sitting on a campfire. The heat was so intense between her hind legs that she bit back the thoughts that arose in the back of her mind.

Time was an unimportant construct to her at that time, but she felt like she had been waiting for hours. Her resistance to her earlier thoughts faded fast, and she fought against her shame as she did the only thing that had brought her relief.

Firmly, she planted her furry groin against the cold, wet grass. Instantly, her eyelids fluttered as her damp, black spade ground against the cool foliage. It was only a small alleviation of the symptoms she was suffering, but she was desperate.

She had to consistently repeat this action as the day passed; it made her face burn every time. She hated the dark spade, how alien and foreign it looked compared to anything she had seen on a human woman. As a man, she had only had sex a handful of times, but the feelings she received from her womanhood was lightyears away from what she felt as a man.

The sun passed overhead, clearing away a majority of the mist that had enshrouded the forest since dawn. Todd was left to suffer in agonizing desire, her little heart racing a mile a minute each time she heard a sound from the direction of the house.

She had found it difficult to think of a game plan. Every time she started formulating a way she might be able to escape her bonds, a deluge of doubts and second-guessing would plague her.

If she got out, what would she do? She could try - try being the operative word - to get her pokemon, but what would they think when they saw her like this? A puny, female fox with a gnawing lust that drove her to practically hump the ground in her desperation. Would they even listen to her, or worse, would they rebuke her? If she couldn't convince them she was actually their trainer, then she could be stuck like this for the rest of her life.

Todd sighed in exasperation, ceasing her endless pacing for a moment of reflection. The ground around the doghouse was decorated in her dainty footprints, showcasing just how doldrum her day had been. Her scent coated the grass, mocking her with the knowledge of what she had resorted to.

The worst though, was what Ben had planned for her. That backstabbing, phony liar had used his goodwill against him to advance his own interests. If he was serious about the reproductive habits of a vulpix, then she had every right to worry.

She shuddered, horrified to find that some voice deep in the back of her mind tried to rationalize this. If she bred, it would probably cure most of what ailed her.

It would take away the heat.

The little vulpix shook her head rapidly to clear this thought away, causing the chain to rattle loudly against the ground. It wouldn't come to that, she would never willingly allow something like that to happen. The only thing she had going for her was the security locks on her pokeballs.

They would only open to her fingerprint, her human fingerprint. She hadn't seen any indication that Ben had a pokemon of his own, so he wouldn't get any for her to breed. She could wait it out; a pokemon's heat would pass. That was all sh-

Todd froze instantly. Her ears immediately swiveled to the direction of the gentle, almost unnoticeable crack of a branch under a heavy foot. Her heart began to race as even over the low wall, she caught whiff of something that made her mouth water. It made her claws extend, her six tails fanning against her will, even when she tried to pull them back down.

Ben might not have needed to release his pokemon. One of them hadn't been in his pokeball to begin with.

She could see the dark, imposing form of the zoroark as he placed his claws on the wall. They allowed him to easily pull himself over what would have been impossible for her to scale. He landed on the ground with a soft grunt, halfway across the yard between Todd's doghouse and the cabin.

Her initial thought was to call out to him. She went so far as to open her mouth and squeak out a weak sound that could have been misconstrued as a whine before she stopped herself.

As a human, she had never shown so much as a passing interest in her pokemon's genitalia. It struck her as something that was gauche, inappropriate to even acknowledge was a thing. From her low angle to the ground, however, she was treated to the full sight of it.

Vice's sheath was thick and black, glistening in the afternoon sunlight with the thin layer of natural grease that covered his fur to help keep it dry. It stood out prominently from a bush of darker gray pubic hair which did nothing to hide it from sight. Below his sheath dangled a set of balls that seemed to swing with each movement that he took. The fur looked fuzzy here, but shorter than anywhere else on his body.

She didn't realize she was staring at it, that her mouth was hanging open in a comical display of wanton yearning. Even when he turned slowly to look at her, his head cocking to the side in momentary confusion, she couldn't close her mouth.

Todd could see him favoring his right arm, and just below his shoulder was the reason for it. A new wound was apparent; shallow and superficial, it would none the less add to the tapestry of lost fights that was his body.

The wind shifted, making Todd tremble as it hit her from behind. Silently, she cursed when she caught the spicy, aromatic odor of herself carried on it. From there, it wasn't hard to see the zoroark's nose suddenly lifting to the air, twitching rapidly. At once, his entire attitude changed and he fixed her with a glance that could have frozen a charging rapidash in place.

Movement returned to her legs as the zoroark took a step towards her. He moved slowly, almost like a predatory bird as he watched her movements. It produced a tingle between her hind legs, reigniting the shameless pining that her body betrayed her with.

Todd tugged against the bonds that held her in place, sanity making a brief comeback. She didn't know what to do, the spiked collar around her neck was digging into her throat if she tried to pull too far away from it. It didn't stop her, especially when she saw the way Vice licked his lips in a lascivious, provocative display.

"Stop that, you're just choking yourself." Vice snorted, his head cocking minutely to the side in an almost animatronic fashion. "Unless you're into that kind of thing...did I find a kinky little fox?" The long grass parted around him as he stepped towards her, taking all the time in the world to obtain his captured prey. "I thought I smelled something...interesting back here." He brushed a hand against his wound and grimaced. "Just when I struck out with my ex, I find a perfect little present, all wrapped up for me."

The scent of her heat had forced his body to react, making his chest rise and fall in quick bursts. The bulge of his plump sheath had grown more noticeable the closer he got to her. He didn't try to hide it from view, nor did he try to hide the dark, black tip that had begun to poke free of it.

"Vice, Vice, it's me!" She howled, finally able to voice her opposition. The swell of his penis was sharply pointed, tapered like a knife as it continued to push from his sheath. "It's Todd!"

Her shouting gave the tall, dark fox pause. He cocked his head to the other side, falling silent while looking over her. Confusion rippled across his face, but his arousal didn't diminish in the least.

"Ummmm..."

"I swear! It's me!" She continued to back up, regardless of her hasty explanation. The end of the chain came quickly, and she grunted when her movement was cut off. "I-I can explain! Ben did this to me!" She didn't keep the venomous anger out of her voice, although her aggressive display was offset when the fur around the base of her tails began to puff up from how worked up she was getting.

"Todd, huh..." He stared down at his former trainer incredulously, looking back at the cabin behind them and snorting under his breath. "Alright, let's say I bite...if you are my trainer, then...who's the strongest pokemon on your team?"

"You are!" She answered instantly, watching him like a fearow as he pressed one clawed finger to his muzzle. It wasn't exactly true. There had been a lot of debate among Vice and the other pokemon over this, but it didn't seem like a good idea to challenge him. Inflating his ego was clearly what he wanted.

His erection had stopped growing at two inches, but that was still a show of arousal that stole her attention. It was hard not to stare at the pokedick, or to control the build-up of saliva in her muzzle that caused her to need to continually swallow. The tingle in her cunny just grew stronger from being in the presence of what her body decreed was an eligible male.

Todd had never had so much as a passing fancy in another man. To him, dating a man was comparable to dating a pokemon. At this point, he really wished that he had been able to produce another analogy, especially when he was faced down by both extremes.

"Yeah, I guess I am, but you can tell that just by looking at me, can't you?" He snorted, seemingly amused by this game. Vice wasn't satisfied, and he moved to take a seat in the grass just outside of the reach of her chain. His yellow eyes shined as his paws drifted to rest in his lap. "Alright, if you are Todd, what brought upon this," he smirked "improvement."

The inflection in his voice and the way his hand had drifted closer to his groin did nothing to reassure Todd. She swallowed hard, very conscious of the spiked collar digging into her skin. "B-Ben...took something from Silph. He mixed a bunch of junk together, and he forced it into me with a syringe. Please, Vice, you have to do something, get the others!"

Todd shuddered when she felt a new sensation running down her inner leg. Wet, and incredibly warm. To her utter horror, she realized her female body was so horny in the presence of a male that her juices were running freely from her dark spade.

The zoroark's nostrils flared, and he completely ignored her pleading request.

"So...that turned you into a delectable, sinful little fox, did it?" He asked her, pressing forward in his sitting position. He didn't allow her much time to consider this, his next question already coming at her. "Who do you rely on the most on the team?"

"You, V-Vice!"

"Who beat the Nimbasa City gym for you?" He pressured her, eyes narrowing demandingly at her.

"You did, Vice." Her ears began to fold down, showing how she was growing tired of the fox's attempts to compliment himself.

"Who is your first choice to have fight for you?" He urged, shifting his hips a small amount. That was when she noticed his dark erection had grown longer, nearly pointing right at her. "Who are you soaking wet for, right now?"

"Damn it, Vice! This isn't funny! You are. You're the strongest pokemon on my team, you're amazing and strong! Is that what you want to hear?! You fat-headed, narcissistic asshole!"

The zoroark looked down at her in annoyance, before slowly grinning, revealing yellowed fangs that made her cringe just looking at them.

"Impatient little thing, aren't you? You certainly have Todd's big, dumb mouth. Alright, last question," he grunted as he suddenly reached out with one hand, grabbing the chain that bound her to the ground. "Whose dick are you going to suck in order to get out of the mess you got yourself in to?"

Todd's eyes widened when he asked this explicit question, and then the tugging from her collar became too powerful to resist. She yelped as she was almost yanked off her feet when Vice drew her closer to him. "W-What the fuck are you doing, Vice?! I'm your trainer!"

"Eh, are you? All I see is a leaky little fox that needs a man. Maybe you were my dumb dick trainer, and maybe if you do a good job...I'll think about helping you out." His legs had spread wide now, revealing all that he had to her. "It's about time you put that mouth to good use. I always hated hearing you shout commands at me, anyways."

The sweltering heat coming off of his genitals was a physical sensation, the sour, musky odor of his masculinity assaulting her poor, delicate nose. It began to twitch rapidly as the sweaty scent of pokemon male crotch filled it, and for a moment she forgot that she was supposed to be fighting against him.

He yanked harder on her chain, pulling her within a foot of his swelling manhood. The vulpix's paws came up to press against his inner thighs in a desperate attempt to keep her delicate features away from the bestial length laid out before her.

"V-Vice! You fucking asshole!" She howled in agony, at him, at Ben, and at the heat that made her weak. All the times she had tried to better her pokemon was thrown back in her face in the most degrading way possible. She could see his vulpine shaft reaching a size she never would have expected after seeing his sheath.

It hung before her at easily eight inches long, angry veins pulsing on the ebony-skinned flesh. The tip was a tapered point, already drooling a watery liquid which had a heady aroma that made her legs quake in desire. She didn't dare look away from it, her mind racing with the thought of how something like this could possibly fit in her.

Vice noticed the fears in her eyes and he chuckled malevolently at her. "You know, we're in the same egg group...it'll fit anywhere I want to stick it." One of his hands clamped down on the back of her head so quickly that she jolted in surprise. "We'll make it fit."

With one hand holding her head, and the other tugging on her chain, Todd could no longer resist the Zoroark's will.

Her nose exploded with sensation when it was pressed right against his throbbing shaft. The vulpine female snorted and coughed, her untested, feral senses defenseless against such an imposing male.

Desire exploded in her lower body, making her shuffle a few steps awkwardly on her back legs. She could feel more of her hot juices soiling the fur on her inner thigh, just another humiliation that proved some part of her wanted this.

"Yeah, you like that, don't you girly..." Vice mused softly as he watched her eyes squeeze tightly shut. He didn't give her any leeway as he began to slowly rock his hips forward, grinding his dark shaft against the front of her muzzle. "Take a deep breath. Give it a taste...and if I feel teeth," he didn't voice his threat, the pinpricks of his claws on the back of her head were warning enough.

Wherever his tip touched on her face left a dab of sticky pre, soiling her pristine fur with his essence. She could feel it leaking down to her skin, claiming her with markings that wouldn't easily come off.

Todd's escape plans went further and further from her mind with each inhale. There was no fresh air, just the stagnant scent of sweaty fox balls and the ripe musk that - to her horror - no longer burned her nose.

"V-Vice, stop..." She whispered, desperate for him to hear her.

He took the opportunity to graze his shaft along her open lips, ignoring her pleading calls to him.

Todd's back arched like a feline when she felt his dark length brushing against her tongue. It sent her taste buds into overdrive, her salivatory glands coming to life moments later as she started to drool. It was salty and bitter in flavor, a taste that repulsed her but felt so deliciously forbidden on her tongue.

"Why are you resisting so much," came the soft voice above her head, "even if you were my trainer...this is what you need, isn't it?" His words were bittersweet, taunting her even while they tried to cajole her into action. "Lick the tip, give it a taste, and I promise you won't want to stop..."

The grip on her lightened enough that it was just noticeable. His intent was clear, and with new, feminine instincts she still didn't understand, she could no longer resist.

She looked up at Vice with watery, hate-filled eyes. They spelled out her defeat, told him that he had won. With a cursing sob, she slowly poked her tongue out and lifted it to his tip.

The dark fox's entire body shuddered at the sensation of her hot, rough tongue. He exhaled his held breath, some of the tension leaving his body now that he knew she had finally given in. "That's it...feels good to do what nature intended, doesn't it?"

Todd's heart pounded so fast she thought it might explode out of her chest. The first taste she had gotten wiped away a layer of his pre from where it pooled around his tip. It was even stronger than her initial taste of his shaft, and she felt a cold sense of dread briefly overpower her.

More. She needed more.

It was a fixation, a desire that wouldn't abate. Her little, rough tongue was sloppy in its movements, uncoordinated and random. She lapped like a woman dying of dehydration, trying to get more of that heady pre from his shaft.

Her actions initially took Vice by surprise, making the zoroark shift in place and growl approvingly at her. "Oh my...that truly was all you needed, wasn't it?" The hand on the back of her head shifted before he pulled it away. "Do you like Master Vice's dick, little vixen?"

Todd tried to ignore him, tried to convince herself that she was still being held here against her will. The lack of pressure on the back of her head told her that she could pull back, that she could tug her face free of his fuzzy crotch. Her tongue danced around his twitching tip, her breath as hot as an inferno as it cascaded over his cock flesh.

"I asked you a question, Todd." His use of her proper name wasn't lost on her. He knew she was telling the truth, and he simply didn't care. "Do you like worshipping Master Vice's hard cock?"

The lack of visible reaction to her tongue bath astounded her. Some part of her felt strangely underappreciated like she wasn't doing a good enough job. Swallowing a small mouthful of his sticky pre, she steeled herself and pulled her head back a few inches.

"I..."

"Yes, Todd?" He demanded this with a thick rumble of dominance, his eyes fixated on her sharply.

"Like...Vic-"

"Master Vice." He snarled as he corrected her. His hips pressed forward, forcing the object of her ill-desired affection back in her view.

"I like...I like Master Vice's hard cock!" This came with a plaintive cry of defeat, her last bulwark against her desires failing her. It rushed through her mind, destroying any concept of right and wrong at that moment. "I love Master Vice's big dick, I love having it in my f-face! I love licking it!"

"Then suck on it, vixen slut."

Todd could feel a few tears fall from the corners of her eyes, but she wasn't saddened. They were tears of relief, of the knowledge that (at least for the moment) the battle in her mind was paused. Her tongue returned to the tip, swirling around the pointy end in fast, demanding circles. The warning growl told her he expected more, and she didn't leave him waiting.

It felt strange guiding his shaft into her muzzle, and she had to move her delicate paws from his hips. They gripped the fat base of his shaft awkwardly, holding it steady for her so she could line herself up properly. With her tongue pressed to the bottom of his tip, she began to slowly push forward while closing her maw around him at the same time.

Vice hissed above her when his manhood was trapped in a sweltering, damp grip. The zoroark's large tail smacked against the ground, signaling his approval of the action.

"Keep going. You're not stopping there."

Todd grunted and whimpered around his manhood when he felt him adjusting his hips higher. It made another inch slip into her mouth, but she didn't pull away from it. Her welcoming little mouth tightened, slurping on him loud enough that it made her ears fold back in embarrassment.

Her paws never moved from his shaft as she started to bob her head clumsily, trying to understand a process that she never thought she'd need to understand. Her teeth were a constant distraction, one she needed to ensure didn't come close to the zoroark's fat prick. It had seemed to swell on her tongue, growing thicker as she pleasured him. The entire time it leaked that delicious ambrosia, that pre that made her desperate to taste the real thing.

She danced momentarily on her back paws while she fought to push her muzzle lower on him. The action drew an amused chuckle from her paramour, and finally she heard what she didn't know she wanted to hear so badly.

A groan, barely more than a slip of the tongue, but enough to signal his pleasure.

The female in Todd - that desperate part of her that knew how important subservience to a male was - began to take over. Her movements became more fluid, steadier but no less urgent. She slurped for him, lewdly vocalizing her love for the three inches she had been able to fit in her mouth.

"You're a fucking natural...little whore. You never deserved to be my trainer." He hissed above her head, before laughing in genuine amusement when she saw her nodding her head in agreement. "You think so? If, mmmph, you're a good little vixen, maybe I'll consider keeping you..."

Todd was too far gone to see the threat as anything other than a boon, praise for her work that made her move faster. She could feel the sharp tip pressing into the back of her throat, just close enough to tickle her senses. It made her grunt against her will, desperate to instinctively pull back from it.

She fought the biological urge desperately, like a drowning woman fighting to stay above the surface. She took in great loads of air through her nose, each one tainted with the sultry musk of her pokemon, her master. It fueled her desire, made her quiver for him and trudge on, regardless of her own sense of self-preservation.

The growl that sounded when she felt him slip partially down her throat was all the reward she needed. It made her paws tense as her heart nearly skipped a beat. She was doing it, she was-

Vice's paw's reappearance on the back of her head made her freeze in her actions.

His strength was irresistible in her lust-maddened mind. Her eyes rolled upwards as he finalized her mission for her, forcing her to fight the urge to bite down.

He was pushing down on her head, forcing his manhood pass her tightly gripping lips. The heat in her muzzle increased exceptionally, making the zoroark's hips rock against his will.

Her gagging caused her throat to tighten around his shaft, but Vice only moaned in appreciation at the tight squeeze that graced him.

It was only when his heavy, rounded balls slapped against her chin did he relent. His paws held her there, forced her nose into his grimy crotch fur, each inhale feeling like a stab in the brain. The whole time she was held there, she could only think one thing.

This is where I belong.

The knot, that interesting bit of fox and canine anatomy that no other species possessed was pressing against her lips. It was already extremely thick, making her 'kiss' it in a lewd display of romantic attachment that she was starting to feel towards him.

Her mind was blank. She didn't think of herself as Vice's trainer, she didn't think of herself as a human; at that moment, all she knew was that she was a vixen in heat, desperate to be used.

Vice seconded that opinion.

He pulled her head back, manipulating her like a toy before he forcefully bucked back into her mouth. His thrusts were jarring, making her cough as a bit of her drool spilled from around his thick meat. The zoroark didn't relent, punishing her earlier defiance with a brutal face-fucking that left Todd hanging on for dear life.

"Suck my cock, Todd!" He mocked her, choosing to constantly remind her just how far she had fallen. "I should never turn you back, I should keep you like this. My own personal cock warmer!"

Todd's paws returned to his hips, not to try to push him away, but to have a base to grasp. The ride was relentless, her little body was only able to hold on for dear life at what she was suffering. If it weren't for the innate endurance of a pokemon, she didn't think she would be able to handle it.

The heat of her mouth had grown stronger, basking his entire shaft in almost painfully hot warmth. His pre had grown heavier as his knot bounced against her lips, already too fat for her to take. It was painful when it bounced off her nose, making her snort as she momentarily lost sense of the rhythm he was forcing onto her.

The claws on her back legs dug deep into the earth, trying to plant herself against this onslaught. Her ears flattened to her head and her tails tucked between her legs, immediately growing soaked from the torrent of pussy juices that leaked from her like a broken tap.

Vice reached his breaking point with a heady howl that echoed through the backyard. He slammed his hips painfully against her face, planting his tip deep in her throat and his knot against her lips. She could feel the large, dense balls pulsing before the first spray of semen filled her throat.

It felt incredibly thick, making her grunt as it leaked down the back of her throat. It was followed quickly by even more, each one just as powerful as the last. It filled her stomach, did nothing to cool the fire that raged here. All she could hear was his self-satisfied panting, culminating in a few strands of heavy drool landing on the back of her head.

"By Arceus..." He whispered, soothed by a climax that had been a long time coming. He began to pull her from his groin, even while his climax continued to spray. It delivered a thick glob of semen directly on her tongue, forcing her to taste what she had already been force-fed so much of. "You whore...you dumb, little vixen. Just desperate for a cock."

With a loud pop, he pulled his shaft free of her mouth. It dangled in front of Todd's face, as threatening as a serpent before it twitched once more. She had just enough mind to close her eyes as three more spurts of fox semen painted her face. It splattered all over her fur, the incredibly musky fluid tainting her pretty features.

Still a victim to her new feminine instincts, she could only whimper and stick her tongue out. The bitter taste made her tongue curl, but it was cut by the salty flavor that graced her lips, drawing away some of the bite.

Vice reached one large paw around the base of his shaft and gave a few hard, quick pumps of his hand, ensuring that he had drawn out all he could. The last few drops landed directly on Todd's eager tongue, which she relished with a noisy lapping sound.

Her eyes slowly opened a moment later, her breathing desperate and her throat rough after the forceful throat fucking her had forced her to endure. She could feel how much of his sticky load was caught in her fur, congealing instead of falling away.

Fresh air cut through the haze in her head so sharply that she gasped aloud. Staring at Vice's softening cock, watching one last drop fall from the tip into the grass, she was suddenly filled with intense shame. Her eyes widened at the realization of what she had done, what she had so willingly allowed to happen to her body.

No longer under the spell of Vice's masculine odor, she whimpered, unable to voice her desperate disbelief at what just happened.

Vice noticed her sudden change in demeanor and he slowly grinned. "What's wrong, having regrets?" He whispered to her as one paw came down to pat her condescendingly on the head. He was mindful to miss the thick cum facial he left on her. "You were one of the most ravenous little cocksuckers I've ever seen."

Todd fell to his hindquarters, dumbfounded at how quickly she had lost control. Her mouth was awash in his flavor, and all she could smell was him. She felt the tears beginning to build, this time arising from a sense of self-loathing.

She wasn't a human anymore, and she certainly wasn't acting like one.

Vice's torment was over, at least for the moment. The zoroark nearly utterly disregarded her as he got to his feet. By now, the last of his tip had managed to slip back into his sheath, and he huffed under his breath. "Why are you crying? Is it because I didn't get you off? Don't worry, you'll have your chance."

His attention turned towards the cabin when he noticed movement out of the corner of his eye. His bombastic howl had attracted the attention of Ben, and the man was staring at him in disbelief from one of the windows.

The dark type rolled his eyes. With his foot, he reached out to nudge Todd, almost knocking over the dirty fox. "Try to clean yourself up, or don't, wear that with pride. I'm going to go talk to your friend.

Todd turned her tear-streaked face towards Vice as he turned towards the cabin. She sniffled weakly, feeling a familiar sense of desire when she felt a hint of his semen leaking down her muzzle. Weakly, she flicked her tongue out, beginning to do her best to lick away whatever she could reach on her face. It was already cooling, leaving it harder to clean away but no less potent in taste.

Her heat burned on relentlessly, leaving her no doubt that if - when - Vice came back for her, she wouldn't be able to resist. Just thinking of the foul things that had come out of her mouth at his urging made her sick to her stomach.

She had called him master. Not out of fear, but lust, a vulgar yearning that overpowered her sensibilities.

She had said just how much she loved his cock.

Her entire body shuddered, what little tears she had managed to produce stopping as quickly as they started. Her tails pulled free from between her legs, cold acceptance of her fate forcing them to fan out. Vice wasn't going to turn her back, that much was obvious in his cold disregard for her predicament.

There was no use fighting him. She needed him. She wasn't a trainer. She was a vixen in heat.

They were part of the same egg group, he had said it himself. When he came back, she would be ready to breed if it meant ending this nightmare her body was putting her through.

The female part of his mind that had been present since he transformed was overjoyed. It had been growing stronger, more dominant, pushing her male tendencies and reservations to the side. Replacing them with the urge to fuck, to breed, and to nurture new life.

Like a split personality, it was gaining the upper hand, and Todd knew she wouldn't be able to resist it.