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Pokemusu #625: Bisharp

Outcast. That's what she was now. Outcast. Hah... such a despicable term. Outcast. It danced in her head over and over again, like the wayward songs of distant Jigglypuff. Outcast. It taunted her... teased her... but above all, it owned her. Outcast.

Hers must have been the worse showing of 'Boss' in existence.

Her once sterling silver boots were now worn and chipped. The same went for her gauntlets, her pride and joy. They too had been ruined by her battle, their blades snapped to create jagged splinters. Her shoulder pauldrons and shin guards suffered a similar fate, with them too being bent, broken, and shattered. Her black and red clothes had even been torn, split, and ripped in certain areas to reveal her flesh beneath. The fight she weathered was a losing one. Hah... the fact that she even kept her life was a blessing in and of itself.

No... a curse. Yes, that's what it felt like.

She was a woman, standing at just under 5'10. Her figure was that of a cunning, powerful warrior, with musculature running along her shoulders, arms, legs and thighs. But, no, she was not some beefy tank; quite the opposite. Her body was athletic and lithe, one meant for quick movements, not weighty blow. Her waist was slim and trim, her hips smooth and contoured, her chest... rather busty, in all honesty. Did that ever get in the way?

Her hair was long and brown, silky and smooth, and matched with her golden-brown eyes. It wavered in the dusty wind of the land around her, and it even fell over to obscure the right side of her face. A new addition to her style, thanks to... recent events.

But... she wasn't human. From afar she could fool you, but upon closer inspection, you'd notice that her ears were sharper and longer than what was typical on a human. In fact, even closer scanning would reveal that her gauntlets weren't just gauntlets... they were physically attached to her hands. The blades that extended from them were also retractable and...

Was that a horn?

Yes, it extended from the top of her head, being gold and silver in color. However, it too had been warned and ragged, its once brilliant edge now being incredibly dulled. If she were to headbutt something, would it even hurt them anymore? Such... such terrible thoughts!

A Bisharp without their blade is not a Bisharp at all!

But that's right... she's not a Bisharp, is she? No... she's an outcast.

An outcast...

Musudex #625

Bisharp

The Sword Blade Pokemusu

This pitiless Pokemusu leads a group of Pawniard. It battles to become the boss, but will be driven from the group if it loses. Bisharp often pursues their prey in the company of their group of Pawniard. It commands their group to hound their prey into immobility, then moves in to finish the prey off itself. No matter how strong a Bisharp is, its said that if the blade on its head is chipped, it will retire from its position as the boss. In the meantime, it keeps a keen eye on its minions, ensuring none of them ever think of double-crossing it.

Gazing towards the horizon, the Bisharp could see the degrading buildings of what once was a city. Perhaps there she could find a place to sleep, and prey to catch. Then... then she'd think of what to do next with her life. For now she was an outcast, and she needed to learn the life of one.

“Hmmm..."

Yes, yes... rest was in order...

…

Grrruunnnnnrunnnrunnnn!!! Gunk! Gunk! Gunk...!

“Haaaah... there we go..."

The air smelled musky. Like... rusted steel, crumbling stones, and polluted winds. The odor of gas though? No, that was from his jeep as he turned it off.

Hiker stared over the dashboard of his car, his expression growing rather long. Before him laid a deplorable landscape; a once brilliant city, now abandoned and cast to the whims of nature. Buildings missing walls, others toppled over entirely, vines and grass growing through sidewalks, trash billowing in the wind, dusty cars left to degrade, pipes sputtering with brown and black liquids, and all as a dusty-brown haze laid in the skies. To make matters worse, the heat index here seemed to swell for seemingly no reason other than to further beat down the last vestiges of man.

Welcome to Fudan, said the faded sign hanging beside the road.

The island Hako was never an impressive place, but it was once home to many, many people. Yes... once. But years ago, a horrible series of natural disasters rocked the islands; from the snowy mountains up north, to the radiant beaches down south. All were ruined, forcing the people of the island to leave for other regions, such as Johto or Sinnoh. Those who stayed? Well... there's no telling what happened to him.

In the intermediate years following these disasters, Hako became known for its strangely high frequency of conflicting Pokemusu... which is why Hiker and his superior – Professor Durian – were here in the first place! The lands were dangerous however, which is why only the professor, his wife, and Hiker call this island home currently.

But Fudan City? Hah... history says it once was home to both a brilliant academy, as well as a beloved daycare for Pokemon. A so-called 'Constant Box' or something like that... ha... but where's that, Hiker couldn't tell you. He just needed to keep pushing on.

“Fudan City," muttered the young man as his hand reached into his vest to pull out his PDA, “I hope to find some city-dwelling Pokemusu here. Perhaps watching them in a semi-natural habitat will garner results. Hmmm... at the very least, exploring around should be fun. Hopefully..."

Who was he talking to exactly? Yeah, looking at his passenger side seat, it was conveniently empty. Nope, today, he was booking it entirely by himself. No Professor Durian to back him up, nor Courage or Cadence to dote on his every movement. Especially with those two; from last he saw them, they were still arguing about... something.

Honestly, what don't they argue about?

Pressing his foot up to the gas pedal of his jeep, Hiker pulled off down the roads and drove towards the heart of the once bustling city. Along the way, he passed various iconic sites, such as the city's residential PokeCenter and PokeMart. He even passed a store owned by Devon Corp. And from the looks of things, the PokeNav was still the hottest tech when that store was still running. What version was that? Honestly, the ones in storefronts looked older than the car he was driving right now!

“Hmm... what's this...?" Hiker muttered as he came to a building's side, “Fudan City's Pokemon Academy for Gifted Trainers, eh? Hmmm..."

Looking up towards the building, it looked like one of the many schools he went to growing up. It's style and architecture was Japanese and style, especially with how tall it was. It must have been... one... two... four... several stories high. Now that's a lot of classrooms!

Nodding in an affirmative manner, Hiker parked his car outside of the building where he began to slowly approach it. Swinging his satchel on his hips, he pulled out a flashlight and clicked it on, whilst pushing through the building's front doors.

So far... nothing. Yeah, look; Pokemusu weren't just going to hang out in an abandoned building like this, would they? Well... not unless they were Poison-Type, which he hoped wouldn't be the case. The last thing he wanted was to get sick!

But he hoped to find some signs of life here. Perhaps young Pokemusu trying to mirror schoolchildren? Perhaps he'd even find some who'd live in a place like this? He wasn't exactly sure, but that didn't stop him from pushing on. At the very least, he could learn a thing or two about the people who once called Fudan their home.

His footsteps eventually brought him into a classroom, the setting sun gleaming through its shattered windows. But high up here, the polluted air didn't smell as bad. If anything... sniiifff... mmmm! It smelled rather nice. A cool spring breeze was even blowing through the area, tossing some dust and paper in the air. Turning off his flashlight, Hiker walked through the derelict classroom where he sat upon the teacher's desk. It was still sturdy, surprisingly enough, and made for quite the impromptu chair. Resting on it for the time being, the young man continued to gaze out the window towards the abandoned city, a wistful smile on his lips.

Yeah... if only... if only...

Creeeaaaaaaak...!

“What!?"

That sound had him shooting up from the desk, eyes locked on the other entryway to the classroom. It had slid open by no interaction of his own... perhaps a gust of wind? No, it was opening up towards him, not away; meaning a gust of wind would have to have blown in through the hall, not the window. And, well, no; the halls were incredibly silent and still when he was walking through it. No... something opened that door, not just the wind. Now Hiker's heart was racing as he stood up from the desk, his hand reaching towards his satchel to grab a tool of some sort. Perhaps something blunt to defend himself, maybe even-

“Behind me..."

Hiker turned around, his eyes falling on a woman. She stood nearly as tall as Courage did, though where as his Lucario was more of a martial artist in terms of figure, this woman was more lithe and speedy. She kinda gave Hiker the vibes of a cunning kunoichi, especially with how cool she looked. Her figure voluptuous and feminine, her waist tight and slim, chest rather busty, hair brown and flowing. Especially the way it fell over half of her face, giving her an aloof, indifferent gaze.

An aloof, indifferent gaze that was trapped squarely on his chest.

Time seemed to stop for Hiker, who found himself standing face to face with a sudden Bisharp. Where had she come from? There's no way a Bisharp could move so fast that they'd slip through the doorway and behind him like that! No, that's impossible, right?

So... what!?

“RAH!?"

Regardless of the 'hows' or 'whys', the Bisharp was clearly aggressive! Suddenly she struck, her bladed arm slashing through the air with such skill and precision. Hiker was more than used to being attacked by wild Pokemusu though, and as if by mere twitch reaction, he dodged the slash at just the nick of time! It tore through the desk he stood near however, breaking it to pieces.

That's... not what's supposed to happen. No, a Bisharp's blade should cleanly slice through something like wood, not shatter it into pieces! Looking at her hand as she pulled back, Hiker could see why; her blades were jagged and worn, not the perfect silver they should be!

Now some would call him crazy for paying attention to such a thing as that. She's an attacking Bisharp; he should be trying to get the hell out of here! But he's also a Zoologist, one who can't just turn off his brain. When he sees something is amiss about a Pokemusu, he takes notice of it.

She was alone. Her clothes were torn and ragged. Her blades shattered and broken. Her horn was even dulled. This Bisharp was an--

“Outcast..." Hiker muttered before...

SWOOP!

“OH SHIT!?"

Ducking, he just barely dodged another swipe from this Bisharp's savage blade. He couldn't dodge her follow up attack however; an open palm strike straight to his chest. It knocked Hiker away, his back slamming into the wall as a painful 'oof!' left him. He was used to being attacked by Pokemusu, but a strike from a Bisharp was still enough to rattle his bones. It also really made him wish he brought one of his Pokemusu with him.

The Bisharp approached Hiker, brown eyes glaring at him as her fingers curled into fists. She was hungry, and though she didn't find the idea of eating something that looked so similar to her as appealing, beggars couldn't be choosers.

Walking up towards Hiker, she watched as he tensed up in a defensive manner. Her foot pressed up between his legs however, coming right up to his--

“H-hey! E-easy!"

Crotch.

The Bisharp gritted her teeth, brown eyes shooting knives at the young man. How dare he try to push her away; didn't he realize she had him trapped? He should have just prepared himself for death! At least make this a little easier for her!

She pressed up harder against his manhood, causing Hiker to stiffen up and cry out in a surprisingly high-pitch manner. Her foot was really strong! Fortunately she wasn't pressing hard enough into him to hurt, but it was only a matter of time until she did so!

And she certainly was rousing up! Her foot leaned in harder against his manhood, causing his blood to circulate. Despite the harrowing situation he was placed in, Hiker found his cock starting to get hard. His eyes naturally swelled in confusion, while more and more blood pumped through him. Looking up though, he couldn't deny the fact that this Bisharp was rather beautiful.

Her looks alluring, her pose so cool, her scowling face even exuded a hint of domination and control. Yet he could also tell there was some sadness within her eyes. Sadness... and need.

“Ooooofff...!? Hrrrhrgghh!?"

But he couldn't really focus on that right now as she pressed harder into him.

Looking down between the legs of her captive prey, the Bisharp watched as his cock began to get hard. Was this turning him on? How despicable! Fucking kinky-ass prey! Do you know what she did to Pawniards who popped boners around her during her tenure as boss!? She made an example of them!

Of course, that was when she was boss.. now, someone else was making an example of her subordinates. Oh... just thinking about that made her angry! Stupid fucking prey! She was going to take he frustrations out on him!

“Stand up!" she shouted as she grabbed Hiker by his shoulders, taking him aback.

“Wait, you can talk!?" he repeated, shocked.

But she was so strong, he couldn't really question her for long. Instead he found himself being pressed up against the wall before him, his hands leaning against it like he was a criminal in a lineup. The Bisharp's hands remained on his body however, keeping him in place. One hand fastened to his chest, the other hand moving down and down and down.

“Wait...?"

“SHUT UP!" she shouted, her voice ringing in his ears.

Hiker opened his mouth to defiantly speak anyway, but her other hand had him shivering. Without warning, the Bisharp slipped her hand into his pants, her fingers moving in to cup his crotch. He gave a loud yip from the feeling, but she wasn't done yet. No, he found his pants soon after slipping down his legs and thighs, coming down to his ankles in fact!

“Now wa--"

“QUIET!!!"

She was really forceful, and had no qualms with tearing his underwear clean off! Upon doing so, his turgid dick stood tall in the classroom, throbbing readily for action. Hiker couldn't say another word before the Bisharp's hand wrapped around his length, gripping it tightly.

“Nnnghh!?"

He grunted from the tight feeling, his head even arching back. He wheeled his arm back in an attempt to fight her off, but the Bisharp's arms slipped beneath his arm, holding him in place.

“Pathetic! Fucking! Prey!" the Bisharp shouted as she began thrusting her hand viciously down his cock, jerking him off, “I'll be sure to train you to be obedient!!!"

“Gah!? Ggghh! Kuh!"

Hiker couldn't even speak back against her as she jerked his cock for all its worth. Her hands were surprisingly smooth and soft, cradling his dick with expert skill and control. Jerking, jerking, jerking, making his cock flop and bounce, his balls sagging and swaying. The young man bit his bottom lip as drool hung from his lips, and his eyes closed shut.

What the hell was wrong with him!? He should have been cumming by now! Her Pawniards would typically be creaming by now, but this prey was still going strong! Were humans naturally this resilient, or was he just that colossal of a pervert! Despicable! Disgusting! She'll dominate him! That will put him in his place!

Sliiiiiiiccckkk!!!

Was she... licking him!? Not only was she jerking him off, she was licking him as well!? Hiker tensed up as the Bisharp's warm, wet tongue began to slick and slide along his neck. A rush of pleasure began overwhelming the young man, his balls churning with desire and need! Hiker shook his head in some last, vain attempt to fend off her offense, but it just wasn't working. Her jerking was getting harder and harder, faster and faster, the licking adding such sensual pleasure! The head of his cock started to expand, his entire length reaching its maximum hardness! It took just one last stroke but--

“Haaahhhh!? Nnngghhh!?"

Hiker began cumming, his seed shooting all out over the wall before him. His eyes widened from the sight, utter disbelief blatant on his face. To think that this Bisharp could do this to him... would do this to him! And to find such pleasure in it, that he'd actually cum all over the wall, despite it being unwarranted. Maybe he was a closeted pervert...

At least it was over now, the Bisharp's hand retreating as she left Hiker to pant and groan. Pulling her open palm towards her, she licked his seed clean from her palm, tasting from his body. Mmmmmm... it oozed along her lips and down her throat; a taste that she could actually get addicted to. Tasted a hell of a lot better than some of her Pawniards, that's for sure.

“Haaah... haaaah... haaaaaah..."

Oh, right, her prey. Hm? Looking between his legs... his cock was still--

“Hard...?"

“What?" Hiker muttered in confusion, only for, “Ooof!?"

Suddenly he found himself being knocked to the side, his eyes falling on the ceiling as he laid on his back. His gaze eventually met with the Bisharp yet again, who positioned herself above him. Her gaze had suddenly become so sinister, her brown eyes lacking glow to them as she popped a squat above his body. Grabbing the pelvic curtain of her clothes, she pulled and lifted it aside to reveal the thin pair of panties she wore.

They were so incredibly moist.

PLAP!

“Mmmfff!?"

Darkness. Absolute darkness. The Bisharp sat on Hiker's face, covering him in nothing but the surprising softness of her ass, and the entire weight of her body. Over 150 pounds of flesh pressed against him, making it hard for the young man to breath. When he did, his nose took in the powerful scent of an aroused female. The Bisharp's panties certainly didn't leave much to the imagination, did they?

“Hrrrrgghh! Hmmmmmphhhh!!!"

The Bisharp pressed hard against Hiker, mushing and pressing his face up against her plump ass and juicy cunt. He reached his hands up, only to wrap his arms around her ass and hips. Was he trying to force her off? Because it really felt like he was instead hugging her close. His arms clung tightly to her, squeezing her lower-torso as he hummed against her cunt.

“Mmmmm... haaaaahhh!"

She let out a moan of her own, her hips twerking to smear her ass and juices all along his face. Her eyes then locked down on the cock which stood proud before her, her sinister smirk returning. Nodding up and down, she reached her hand out for his length, giving it yet another stroke. Whatever refraction period he was going through subsided rather quickly, his dick springing back up to maximum hardness right before her eyes.

“Yeeessssssss..."

Raising her ass from off his face, the Bisharp pulled her panties right off her legs, letting it drop and fall on Hiker's smeared face. He quickly pulled them away, just in time to watch the Bisharp position her cunt above his cock, her folds oozing her nectar all along his rigid dick.

“I'll ring you dry," said the Bisharp in a chilling manner, “That will teach you manners!"

“Rrrgh... mmmm! W-why are you doing this?" Hiker asked defiantly, making her face twitch.

“Shut up!"

“Is it because you're an outcast?"

“I SAID SHUT UP!!!"

Slamming her hand down on her chest, she pinned Hiker to the floor. Her other hand meanwhile grabbed his dick, aiming it up with her tight, needy folds. Oh yes, she ne--

“No! S-stop! This has gone on far enough!" Hiker said as he pressed his hand upon the Bisharp's tit, pushing against her.

“Shut up! Shut up!" she shouted back, her cunt pressing up against her dick.

“I won't... let you!" he growled however, still pressing hard against her in an attempt to force her off.

“No! Please! Stop!" she practically screamed, only for her body to relax.

And in that moment she looked so... pathetic. Her eyes were soft and thin, her mouth open, her expression weak like she had just run a mile. Hiker read it all, could see the swelling of desire, of need. Of just one moment where she could feel that control she once had, where she could feel happy.

So Hiker relented.

“Haaaahh... so biiiiggg...!" said the Bisharp as that cock slipped into her folds, “Hiyaaaaaahhnnnn!!!"

She'd never felt something so big, so long, so thick before! It filled her cunt out nicely, leaving very little space for anything else. Just pussy... dick... juices... nothing else. She groaned as her hands laid on his chest, fingers grabbing a hold of his shirt as her head laid back. Squatting on his cock, the Bisharp penetrated herself fulling on his dick, all the way to the end.

Pat...

“Mmmm... kkkuuuu..."

Looking back down, the Bisharp's eyes met Hiker's eyes, brown on brown. She said nothing and he did likewise, the two merely panting. She started moving soon after however, stroking his cock along the fullness of her pussy. Rubbing her soft, silky folds along his thick, throbbing dick. Different from a Pawniard... different and better.

“Hiiiyaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh...!"

And what of Hiker? She felt... unique, to put it slightly. There was just something about her cunt that cradled his dick, stroked his dick, acting differently from the bodies of Courage or Cadence. How strange that he was sitting here comparing their bodies... huh... seriously, maybe he was a pervert.

“Aaaaaahhhhhh...!"

The quiet melding of bodies echoed out in the derelict classroom, the Bisharp's waist meeting Hiker's waist over and over again. Those soft 'Pats...' echoed out for all to hear, but was only for them. She enjoyed it too, enjoyed it so desperately. Groaning, moaning, writhing with pleasure and ecstasy. Throwing her head back, letting her brown hair flow and swivel and dance.

Yeeesssssss...!

And she only got faster. Her ass soon clapping up against his pelvis with increased speed and ferocity. Fixtures in the classroom even began to shake and wobble, along with Hiker's churning balls. His own voice started to get higher in pitch, that desire swelling within him as he felt the need to cum start approaching yet again. She may have been an outcast, a defeated Bisharp, but her body was still far and a way beyond that of most normal women.

But...

Hiker wasn't going to just let her have her way with him. She may have been an outcast - a terrible state for any Bisharp - but that didn't mean she was allowed to do whatever she pleased! So he bit his bottom lip, gripped the floor beneath him, and--

PAT!

“OH!?"

Stars. The Bisharp saw stars. They appeared briefly, her eyes doubling in size, before she relaxed back down. Her eyes befell Hiker, who began growling beneath his lips. Pulling energy from deep within, the young man gave yet another thrust up with his hips.

PAT!

“HIIYAAAHHH!!!"

His thrusting was mighty, making her hair fly, her breasts bounce, and her ass clap. Once again she found herself floating in a state of ecstasy, her senses struggling to return. She didn't realize just how far the tables had turned, but Hiker did.

The Bisharp's legs grew weak; this was his chance, and he was quick to act upon it! So with one push!

“Hiyup!"

“Oh!?"

Hiker knocked the Bisharp on her back, her eyes wide with shock and surprise as the young man positioned himself above her. Her legs were spread, her arms laid around her head, her body on full display for him. He looked down upon her, noticing her face start to twist into frustration and anger. That's when he grabbed her.

“Hiiiyaaaaahnnnn~!"

Both hands slammed hard on her tits, taking a big, thick squeeze on both of them. They easily filled his palms; breasts in each hand. Through her torn yet elegant clothes, he began to grope and fondle her heavy, busty breasts, sending pleasure all through out the Bisharp's form. She thought about fighting him off, but the pleasure she felt was overwhelming. It dulled and overpowered her senses, keeping her docile as he continued to play with her body.

His hands soon came sliding towards the sash in the middle of her clothes, grabbing and tearing them apart. Upon doing so, he exposed her breasts to the air; she wasn't wearing a bra of any sort! Her tits plopped out for his viewing pleasure; two perfectly sized breasts that jiggled so juicily. So smooth too, with nice, hard nipples. He pinched them both.

“Ah~!?"

Hiker tweaked and rubbed her nipples, flicking them one way, then the other. The Bisharp thus turned her head in tune with his skilled hands, falling under his spell and charms. He knew how to treat a woman's body, something she had never experienced before. Defiance began to leave her, being replaced with growing subservience.

But she wasn't there yet. Getting close, yes, but not defeated. Hiker's eyes locked on her face though, especially those quivering, moaning lips. And as he drew his cock slowly out of her pulsating pussy, he pursed his lips and--

“Mmmfff..."

“Hmmmmm!? Mmmmm...."

He kissed her... and she kissed back.

Eyes twitching uncontrollably, the Bisharp passionately made out with this human man. Her arms even loosely draped themselves around his shoulders and neck, hugging him close as lips pressed to lips, and tongues danced alongside tongues. Moaning, groaning, desiring and needing one another, more and more.

“Mmmff... chu..."

“Haaahh..."

When their lips pulled away, the Bisharp's eyes looked up at Hiker, quivering with wanton lust. He leaned back however, his hands once again reaching to take a hold of her clothes. They were connected by a seam in the middle, one he easily pulled apart to free her body from her torn garbs. She was thus exposed to him; the beautiful body of a once great Bisharp. Sensual and athletic, figure toned, pussy... heh... pussy a bit hairy. But that's okay; he actually quite liked it.

Hiker licked his lips, his hand reaching down to grab the Bisharp by her thigh. She whimpered from his touch as he pulled her leg up, laying it horizontally with his body. Her pussy fully exposed, Hiker was now in full control, and he didn't hesitate to take advantage of it.

PAT!

“HIYAAAAH~!!!"

The Bisharp threw her head back when Hiker pushed into her so savagely, her body bouncing. No Pawniard had ever amassed such thrusting power before, and it showed. She was a quivering mess, unable to fight him off, even if she wanted to.

PATPATPATPATPATPATPATPATPAT!!!

“AAAHHHAAAAAH~!!!"

Her breasts began to bounce so furiously as Hiker began to driving his cock in and out of her with the power of a piston engine. She could no longer control her body, instead placing her hands above her tits in an attempt to stop their furious bouncing. If she didn't, they would have just kept slapping her chin!

When her eyes looked up to the man who mounted her, the Bisharp let her head dip down in complete defeat, her eyes even pulsating in a new manner. This was a losing battle from the onset; she should have just killed him when she had the chance! But now here she was, her legs spreading open for his cock, and for his seed.

“Mmmfff!? Hmmmmggggnhh!?"

Suddenly Hiker twisted and turned her around, putting the Bisharp on all fours. Was he merely flaunting his control and power over her? His dominance? Then so be it; he had already won long ago. Now she had her rather plump ass sticking out before him, his cock still buried deep into her pussy. She groaned as his hands grabbed her hips tightly, his hips thrusting forward. He continued to drive his dick in and out of her with skill, finesse, control; knowing all of her buttons even before she did! Just a twist here, a turn there and...

“Hahh... there..."

PAT!

“HHHHHHHHHHHHGGGGGGGGG!?"

Her eyes once again doubled in size, his cock hitting a particularly rough patch in her pussy. When he slapped it, her senses went on overdrive, her cunt even getting twice as tight as before. But he just wasn't done yet...

PAT!

“HHHHHHHGGGAAAAAHHHAAAAH~!!!"

She slammed her hands down hard on the ground, breaking some of the floor panels. Yeah, he may be dominating her with his cock, but she was still a Pokemusu! Hope she doesn't realize how weak and spongy he is!

PAT!

“HIIIIYAAAAAHHHHAAAAAAHHH~!!!"

Almost there! Almost there! He could feel it! And dammit, he was close too! Just one... last... final... thrust... and--

PAT!

“HHHHHIYYAAAAAHHHAAAAHHHAAAAAA~~~!!!"

“AAAAHHHNNNNN!!!"

SQUIRT!

SPLURT!

Warmth. Thick, white, warmth. It filled her pussy to the absolute brim, surrounding her walls in a warmth she's never experienced before. Never, ever, ever had she been creampied. It was... was... was...

Amazing.

The heat was exquisite, causing her own body temperature to raise higher and higher and higher. She could feel it press against her belly, a warmth that... fuck, she just never wanted to be without. Steel melts under fire... but this fire was so fucking good.

And it just kept coming. Hiker was an extremely virulent young man, tanking copious amounts of cum into her greedy pussy. Blast, after blast, after blast, then a few seconds... only for another blast, and another blast, and another! The Bisharp feared she'd explode from how much cum he gave her!

But it was that last blast... yes... this one, last, single blast... that's what did her in. One final blast that shot out of his dick with the speed of an actual bullet!

Plap!

One that struck her g-spot.

“AAAAHHHHHHHHHHH~~~!!!"

The Bisharp roared yet again, her body arching as her own cunt exploded. Thick feminine juices spurted around Hiker's cock, staining his thighs and her own thighs in her spicy scent. It stained the floors beneath them as well, forming a puddle of trickling juices that just kept coming. She squeezed her eyes shut and tightly, powerful groans shooting between her clinched teeth and out her nostrils.

She just couldn't control it, couldn't contain it! Cumming! Cumming! Cumming! Cumming! Cumming!

Cumming still!

“Haaah!"

Cumming hard!

“Hoooouh!"

Cumming loudly!

“HIIIYAAAHH~!"

Cumming... cumming... cumming... until...

Stars. She saw stars. And then...

Thud...

She saw darkness.

The Bisharp fell face-first into the ground, silent and unconscious. The orgasm knocked her out.

Hiker himself fell back, laying against the wall for support as he stared upon the Bisharp's sensual and unconscious body. She was silent yes, but her form was still twitching, especially her sopping wet pussy. The sight of his cum oozing out of her folds, down her ass and thighs, and upon the floor as she laid on her side... just... damn...

Well now... that's one way to get out of a sticky situation. Gotta say, knocking a wild Bisharp out with his dick of all things wasn't something he ever planned on doing in his life... hm...

But he had to thank his stars that Courage and Cadence prepared him for this... in some weird, strange way.

“Hoooooooh... haaaahh...! Haaaah...! Haaaahh!"

But uh... now what? His legs were wobbling like jello, but he was still up. He should pull up his pants and leave, right? But... but this Bisharp. So weak, so alone... an outcast. She started things as being so assured, so ready, but he was able to overpower her. Look, Hiker's pleased with his skills, but he doesn't think he's so good, he could take out a Bisharp with his cock!

He only won because she was so weak. Hmmm... maybe that's why she was an outcast. She probably lost a battle for position and... well... this is the result. But strength laid within her somewhere. After all, she is a Bisharp. Evolving into one takes skill, dedication, and many years of hard fought, hard won battles. She may be weak now... but she wasn't always this weak. And, hell, with enough guidance, she could become strong once again. She could even get stronger than that!

Hmm... it had Hiker's brain thinking... thinking... thinking... and he nodded.

“Okay... I know what I have to do..."

…

Was this... warmth? Why did she feel so warm? And... and... was that fire?

Golden-brown eyes fluttered open, coming face to face with a small campfire beside her. She pulled back from it, even winced as its bright burn beamed into her eyes. When she looked away though, she realized she was still in that classroom. In fact, outside of the room's broken windows, she could see the glow of the moon peering back at her.

It was nighttime and... oh... she remembered what happened. Stumbling on that human she was going to eat, realizing he was a pervert, trying to dominate him... and getting dominated in return. Fuck... no wonder she was an outcast. What kind of pathetic Bisharp was she!?

But... what's this? Laying on her body was not her torn clothes. No... this was a jacket. A jacket that belonged to someone else. And that someone else was still nearby.

“Ah... you're awake!" said Hiker's chipper voice from above, making her look in his direction.

He was sitting on a nearby desk, casually flicking through his PDA only to realize the Bisharp was up. When he did, he looked at her with a beaming smile on his face, one that was... actually quite infectious to be honest. But the Bisharp remained weary of him, pulling up that jacket to cover her naked body as her eyes pierced his very being.

“You... what are... who are you...?" she questioned.

“I should be asking you that," Hiker replied, “A wild Bisharp like you that can talk... that rarely happens. You and your pack must have either been smart, or you once belonged to a Master."

“Tch! Who are you to say such things about me!?" she replied, accidentally showing her hand.

But Hiker didn't push the issue, instead shaking his head. However, that kind smile on his face remained... if anything, it got even warmer, even as it shrank in size.

“You're hungry, aren't you?" he asked.

“How da--"

Grrrrrrrrkkghhh!

Well... she was going to eat him before he bested her so...

“Heh heh! You don't have to answer that one; I got what I was looking for anyway!" Hiker said in a teasing manner.

“Urrrghh! Wh-what do you want!?" the Bisharp shouted, feeling so embarrassed and humiliated.

“Uhh... ummm... well..." he sighed, “You're an outcast, I can tell. But you can talk so... do you have a name?"

“A... name...?"

The only name she came to recognize in her life was 'boss'. Before she was either just another Pawniard in league with many, many others. When she evolved and bested her boss however, she became something more, something better! But now she was the outcast, and outcasts don't have tribes, nor do they have names.

“I... I don't..." she muttered.

“I see..." Hiker replied, “Well... do you want one?"

“Wh... what...?"

Looking back at him, now the Bisharp appeared incredulous and confused, like Hiker had split a second head out of nowhere. Were all humans this strange? Who asks someone if they want a name? And yet, he continued on.

“I think I've come up with the perfect name for you," Hiker said with that same kind smile on his face, “I think... Laevateinn would be perfect."

“Lae... Laevateinn...?" she repeated, confused by such a thing.

“Well... I thought about naming you 'Francesca' for some reason, but..." he shook his head, “The name 'Laevateinn' is just far more fitting. It's the name of a mighty weapon in Norse Mythology... an amazing sword."

“An amazing... sword...?"

The Bisharp raised her arm however, taking note of her broken and bent blades. Was this his attempt to insult her? By giving her the name of an amazing sword? How could she be amazing when she couldn't even beat him of all people!? It was infuriating and so... so... so... belittling...

But when she looked up at Hiker's eyes, she saw that smiling face of his again without a hint of malice or ill-will. It calmed her, quelled her, made her relax even as his jacket fell loosely in her hands.

“Look... I have Pokemusu with me back at my home," Hiker explained, “They'd love to meet you, honestly," he extended his hand softly, “My name is Hiker. You don't have to call me 'Master' or 'Boss' or anything, heh heh!"

“Master...?" she repeated.

Right, right, that's something Pokemusu who live with a human call them, right? 'Master'? It was a befitting title for someone who gives commands to their Pokemusu. But... no, Hiker didn't give off the air of some cruel owner. Not with that smile... not with how he offered her his hand... not with that name floating about in her head.

“If I come with you... will you call me... Laevateinn?" she asked, to which he nodded.

“Of course..."

Laevateinn smiled.