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“This is… This just can’t be!” Celia fell to her knees in shock, mirroring her Lopunny’s fall to the ground as she fainted from battle. “That’s not possible! How could I lose?!” Her opponent’s Typhlosion loomed over them both, icy blue flames still flickering on his back as his trainer smirked at the display.

“Did you really expect such a pathetic showing to be successful?” The man shook his head, reaching into his lab coat for the Typhlosion’s Pokeball but not recalling him just yet. “Perhaps you thought your parents’ reputation with that disgrace Team Galactic would intimidate me? Make me go easy on you?” He shook his head, pushing the black locks from his eyes as he walked to stand over her. Rage flashed across her face as her sapphire gaze met his emerald, though if anything her childish temper only made him laugh.

“I don’t need my parents or their reputation for this!” she spat. “Just because I don’t have freaky dairy Pokémon or whatever doesn’t make you better than me!” She recalled Velvet to her ball with a huff, scrambling to her feet as she put the shiny bunny away to rest.

“And yet, not a single one of your Pokémon stood a chance against my Delta Typhlosion, did they?” He reached out a hand, scratching the big badger’s head to its rumbling delight. “You know, before I was simply content to take your money and your pride. But perhaps it’s time someone taught you some manners as well.” Celia hardly had a moment to react before she found herself abruptly slammed into the wall behind her, the wind knocked out of her lungs as the strange Typhlosion held her pinned to the bricks. Gasping for breath, she tried to open her mouth to scream, only for the badger’s icy paw to close around her neck, just tight enough to restrict her breathing.

“What the fuck-?” she managed to choke out, flailing uselessly as the Pokémon reached up to hook his claw in the collar of her blouse. Her sapphire blue eyes met his own, and the amusement and arousal alike burning in his gaze as he started dragging that hooked claw down made a fresh shudder run down her spine independent of the cold. Celia felt despair bloom in her heart as her classy sailor top slowly tore like so much paper, falling open to expose her modest black bra and the heavy bust they struggled to contain. Some part of her hoped against hope that it would end there - just enough to humiliate and scare her, to make her humble and send her running. But when that claw hooked in the waistband of her skirt, snapping it like a rubber band and letting the ruined garment flutter uselessly to the ground, she knew the great badger wouldn’t stop until he was good and satisfied.

Torn between her modesty and her ability to breathe, Celia found she would be allowed neither as she dangled in Hel’s grasp, hands brushed aside like mere gnats as he admired how her pale skin pebbled with goosebumps from his chilling aura. Tugging her ruined blouse aside, he pressed his muzzle between her over-developed breasts, the d-cups now looking far too large for her otherwise slender frame. Celia whimpered when she felt the Typhlosion’s fangs against her tender skin, biting through the fabric of her bra and sending those heavy tits spilling free of their restricting hold. She hissed and whimpered as she felt the icy air wash fully over her chest, dusky nipples hardening into stiff pebbles.

“Please…” she gasped, vision starting to darken around the edges as Hel pulled back to survey his work, his free paw now moving to grope and weigh her breasts as if she were no more than a cut of meat he were considering. It was utterly humiliating to be so powerless in his grasp, knowing that she would lose her innocence to this brute of a Pokemon, but the greater horror was the way her own body betrayed her. Against her will, she could feel tremors of pleasure amid the shivers of cold fear, the crotch of her panties defiantly warm as her nethers dampened despite herself. Just before she could black out, he released his grip on her, letting her drop to her knees like little more than a discarded doll as she coughed and gasped for air. Every instinct screamed at Celia to run, to get away while she still could. She struggled to find her footing, still gasping and trying to catch her breath - all for naught, and she knew before she’d even started. All at once his paw was on her head, claws tangling in her frosted blue locks as he stepped forward. Any struggle Celia managed did little more than hurt herself as she found her face forced against Hel’s sheathe and balls, his half-hard cock slowly flopping from its hiding place to rest on her head. Resist though she might, she couldn’t stop the Typhlosion from grinding her face into the black fur of his sack, dragging her slowly up until he was rubbing her against the deep red shaft, coating her skin in the thick pre that was drooling from his tip. There was a decidedly canine shape to his cock, a swell in his sheathe betraying a knot that made her whimper with dread as he slowly humped her face.

His slow, methodical grinding only served to ratchet up her fears, the threat of what he planned to do with a cock the size of her forearm making tears well up unbidden to her eyes as he continued smearing his pre across her face. His free paw moved to cup her jaw, claws pushing sharply into the corners of her mouth to force her lips open as he adjusted his stance over her. Celia’s eyes went wide as that drooling tip rubbed against her lips, pushing slowly into her open maw as she uselessly raised her hands to slap and beat at the badger’s thighs and arms. Barely the head of his cock was in, and she could already feel her jaw aching as she was forced to accommodate his girth, far too stuffed to even consider trying to bite down around him. Only his tip had her whimpering for mercy, and he paused only a moment to admire how her lips looked stretched around him before continuing to violate her. He rolled his hips once, making her gag as he pushed that throbbing length to the back of her throat, paws moving to hold her by the shoulders as he repeated the motion once more to force her to swallow him down. Each lazy thrust after that forced him deeper, low rumbles of pleasure rolling from his chest through his body and into hers as she gagged and gasped around him. Faced with no other option, she desperately tried to focus on breathing through her nose as he forced her slowly further down his cock, casually fucking her throat like a cheap sex toy while his pre flowed directly into her stomach. To add insult to injury, she could hear Hel’s trainer continuing to try and lecture her - small blessing that his words were only background noise amid the wet sounds of Hel’s cock, lost among the cacophony of her whimpering and choking while he growled his pleasure over it all.

Celia felt panic rising over whatever arousal he forced upon her body with every inch he forced her to swallow, her vision filled by his sheathe and the slowly swelling knot emerging from it. Hel’s thrusts slowly started to pick up speed and force as his arousal grew, the trainer’s breasts bouncing and swaying below her as he leaned into abusing her mouth and throat. She tried to brace herself against his thighs to slow him down, pushing and smacking against him with renewed desperation as he forced her to kiss that swollen knot over and over - god help her if he tried to make her swallow that, he’d surely break her jaw entirely! Choked whimpers flowed from her as fast as his pre flowed into her, tears streaking her mascara down her face as he hunched over her, paws hooked now under her shoulders to better leverage his new fleshlight into his thrusts. But despite his fervent attempts, there was no more room to stuff that swollen mass of flesh from this end. With a frustrated snarl, he pulled free of her entirely, tossing her backwards in his irritation. The topless trainer tumbled backwards, hitting the wall of the building behind her hard enough to knock what little breath she had out of her. Slumped over against the wall, she hardly had time to catch her breath before he was on her again, seizing her by the waist and pulling her towards him. Celia reached out for something, anything to grab on to, finding nothing but unyielding brick and pavement in reach as he laid her out on the ground below, hips held up as he ground his cock against her soaked black panties.

“No… Please no, don’t!” Her voice, weak and trembling, was hardly enough to even catch Hel’s attention as he held her hips, leaning over her as he humped at her virgin cunt. She prayed to whatever gods would listen that he’d give up, that her panties would frustrate him enough, and the thin fabric would somehow preserve her virginity - prayers that went unanswered as an icy claw found the crotch of her panties, tearing the fabric out of his way with all the reverence of one taking gum out of its wrapper. Exposed, he pressed his tapered cock once more to her smooth cunt, the short blue fuzz of her mound quickly matted by his dripping pre as he ground against her lower lips. “Please, anything but that… Please!” He didn’t even give her the dignity of meeting her eyes as he pulled back, lining himself up with her untouched pussy and spearing her in one smooth thrust. Her cries echoed through the alley around them, reaching no friendly ears as he sank past her hymen and claimed her soaked cunt for the first time. Gods above, she felt as if she might break around him! She’d certainly experimented with her fingers before, but nothing she’d ever had inside of her could have prepared her for the massive Typhlosion.

Paralyzed by shock, Celia could only sob as Hel took his time breaking her in, savoring the way her pussy stretched and clung around him as he worked his way slowly deeper into her. But the horror of having her innocence stolen so callously by the badger was nothing compared to the shame she felt as pleasure started to blossom from the pain in her belly. She felt her legs instinctively parting for the rutting Pokemon despite her mind screaming to resist, inviting the Typhlosion deeper into her as the heat of his cock in his belly contrasted the icy air on her bare skin. One paw moved to grope her heavy breast, followed quickly by his muzzle seizing the sensitive little nipple of her other breast between his lips and dragging a guttural moan from her throat. As she slowly gave in to the abuse, her pussy relaxed around his dominant thrusts, allowing him in deeper and deeper still until she could feel him battering her innermost barrier. So deep, so full, and yet she couldn’t feel his knot against her! In a daze, she looked down to their joining, whimpering at how much of him still hung out of her overstuffed cunt.

Impatient, Hel abruptly yanked her up off the ground, forcing her to straddle his lap as he sat back. She couldn’t resist him anymore as he seized her around the waist and bounced her like an oversized fuck toy, her breasts bouncing against her chest with every bounce. She reached out to brace herself on his shoulders, whimpers and protests shamefully melting into pleas for more as she trembled and sobbed in an unwanted climax. Helped along by her movements as well as gravity, it was hardly any time before a fresh surge of pain lanced through her body, her cervix finally giving way to Hel’s cock. Pleasure quickly followed the pain as the Typhlosion redoubled his efforts to fuck her senseless, and she watched in a daze as her stomach distended over and over as he forced her closer and closer to his knot.

“P-please… Please! I - please, I… Fuck!” Celia sobbed as she threw her hips down against him, her already-stretched cunt lips kissing that throbbing knot, each time coming closer and closer to swallowing it into her body. “Fuck, please Hel! Please, knot me!” Her cheeks burned as the words left her mouth, shame and desire mingling in a heady mix as he heeded her desires for the first time, pulling her almost completely off of himself before slamming her back down one last time. A scream ripped from her throat as he at last drove that swollen knot home, sending her spasming into another orgasm. Hel’s roar met her own cries as her abused pussy milked him to completion, the first spurt of his thick cum making her slender belly bloat out as if she’d already been pumped full of pups. Once again she could feel darkness clouding her vision as she was made to take pump after pump of the badger’s hot load, made to endure his icy muzzle licking and nipping each of her breasts in turn. But this time she let herself fade into the warm embrace of unconsciousness, body still milking her first sire as his trainer approached. The last thing she heard, aside from the Typhlosion’s satisfied growls, left her with a sinking terror as she passed out.

“I suppose we’ll have to keep her. She may still be useful to us, hmm?”