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The soft, fresh snow crunched under Michael's boots, his breath foggy in the cold forest air. His medium-length black hair was frozen at the tips, his own breath freezing on his short facial hair. He was tall and slightly muscled, though not bulky or particularly lithe. The falling snow coated the shoulders of his short winter coat, or more accurately a hanten. The forest was devoid of sound around him, the only noise being the wind occasionally whipping past his ears. Under his hanten he wore a black kimono, and below the belt he wore scarlet snow trousers. Dangling from his hip on the left was a belt of three empty Pokeballs, made from apricorns and tumblestones. On the right side of his hip was a simple iron axe, held by a metal ring, his hand resting on the head as he wandered through the forest. He was out alone in this cold forest for one purpose, and one purpose alone.

As of late, there had been many cases of people going missing in these forests. Normally, people going missing occasionally in a new land is nothing to be overly worried about, but whatever was causing people to go missing here seemed to be luring them from the settlement that had been founded. There were no reports of any creature, no Pokemon, no monster, no man gone insane. He knew there was something out here though, something stalking the settlers for food, or it's own sick enjoyment. Michael planned to bring an end to it with his own hands. He didn't need a Pokemon to fight whatever was causing this, but just in case it was a Pokemon, he had brought these three Pokeballs.

A hand drifted down, gripping the first Pokeball in the belt. They were simple ones, not specialized or perfected in any way. A small grin came to his face at the thought of possibly capturing the possible Pokemon causing all of these disappearances. If it was doing so much without leaving a trace, it must have been strong, and if he caught it he could use it as leverage to make himself leader of the village once it was fully constructed. His primary goal, though, was to stop these disappearances from happening. He had been out for a few days, his backpack running low on supplies as he stalked through the forest, hunting for the creature.

A tree nearby creaked loudly, snapping him from his thoughts as he turned to look in the direction of the sound. The tree directly in front of him seemed to be creaking from side to side, oddly so. He began towards the wobbling tree, looking up to see how far the top was swaying. The wind wasn't blowing near hard enough to make it wobble like that, his confused brain reasoned, as he drew his axe from it's ring. The young man came up to the tree, gently placing his hand on it to feel it wobble back and forth. Right as his hand began to make contact with the bark of the tree, a screech caught his attention.

Michael's entire body snapped around, axe raised and ready to strike, his heart racing. But it was for nothing, as he watched two Staravia dive at each other repeatedly, squawking and screeching as they fought. A quiet sigh of relief escaped him as he crouched down, gathering a snowball before chucking it at the two fighting Pokemon. They turned to him, both of their eyes widening with fear before they flew off. The man let a slight grin peek through the corners of his lips, turning back to the tree. To his surprise the plant had stopped moving. He let his axe fall back into it's ring, the head clinking a bit as it hit the metal, the handle hitting against his leg as he turned around.

Michael began off, sighing to himself as he brought his hands up to his head, rubbing his temples gently as he looked around for a second. Figuring he was safe, he sat down, dropping his backpack at his side and leaning his back against the tree. Digging around in his bag, he pulled out a Fire Stone, setting it in his lap and placing his hands on it, letting it warm his body as he looked around the snowy forest. He could only see his tracks, and the ball of snow he had hurled at the Staravia. Or, that's what he saw at first, and his heart skipped a beat when he noticed a large, three-clawed foot print. Quickly standing up, Fire Stone in hand, he bolted over towards it, inspecting it. It was larger than his head, a shudder going down his spine as he gulped in fear, seeing the foot prints trail off further into the woods.

He let his hands warm for a little bit longer before gathering his bag back up, taking his axe from it's ring and beginning to follow the seemingly fresh tracks slowly. He could have sworn none of this was here earlier, and he would have heard all of these felled trees that he saw as the tracks made a path through the forest. In fact, he knew he had been through here before! Despite all the oddities, he continued on, expecting it to be some sort of Pokemon that could cancel noise, or something similar. It wasn't long before he had found himself near a clearing, frozen in his tracks as he stared at the center.

In the center of the clearing, a huge, ten foot tall dragon-shark stood, staring up at the falling snow. He leaped into a bush, his breath catching in his throat as a hand went to cover his heart, feeling it beat rapidly. It was a Garchomp. He was going to have to fight a Garchomp. He gripped his axe tightly, his knuckles going whiter than they already were from the cold. His breathing was quick now, and he knew he had to pull himself together if he wanted to do this. Eyeing his axe, Michael focused, calming himself and glancing to his Pokeballs, grabbing one and unclipping the lid. He slowly stood up, the Garchomp still staring up at the sky.

Pulling his arm back as far as he could, Michael hurled the ball forward, the device opening up as it spun towards the Dragon. Garchomp turned towards him, the sound of the action itself seemingly catching their attention. As the ball flew at them, the Pokemon looked confused, before it's eyes widened, and it slashed forward, tearing the Pokeball in half. It stared at Michael, who stood still as a Sudowoodo. Garchomp lowly growled, lowering it's head as Michael's heart jumped into action, forcing him to run towards the Pokemon, axe raised and ready to come down on the Pokemon's head.

The Garchomp charged forward, Michael doing the same, eyes shutting as he brought down his axe, knowing the outcome of this wouldn't be nice for either party. But as the axe came down, it hit into the snow, cleaving into the dirt as he stumbled forward, falling over as his eyes snapped open. Quickly rolling over and standing back up, he jumped forward and grabbed his axe again, holding it up as he looked around the area. The Garchomp was nowhere to be seen, and the trees that were felled in it's path were... perfectly fine.

Confusion overtook his face as he looked at the ground, the only thing imprinted being his own movements, and the closed Pokeball resting a few feet away, shaking slightly. It shook once, twice, three times before whistling as it flew up into the air and fell back down. The man warily looked around once more, before slowly making his way towards the ball. As he came to the ball, he glanced around one final time before bending down to grab it. But his hand went through the ball, and before he could react, something slammed into the side of his head, sending him flying and thudding against a tree, his world going black.

As Michael's vision slowly came back to him, as did the feeling in his body, his sight was filled with red and white fur. The groggy feeling in his head slowly ebbed away, as he tried to scoot back to see what was on top of him. He was stopped from moving back by a sharp pain coming from his thigh, a yelp escaping him as he tried to raise a leg to kick whatever it was, but his legs wouldn't move because the thing was on top of them. Going still to stop the pain, he panted from it as he looked down, coming eye-to-eye with a grinning, yellow-eyed, white and red-furred bipedal vulpine, with wispy fur coming from it's head, arms, thighs and chest.

"Z-zoroark..." He let escape from his mouth, the Pokemon chuckling at his reaction. It's claws were digging into his thighs still, but let up as he stopped moving. The Pokemon reached forward, grabbing the belt of Pokeballs and tearing them from the human's hip, throwing them to the side.

No other words escaping him as the fear set in, Michael simply watched the Baneful Fox Pokemon free it's claws from his thighs, bringing them to it's mouth as it licked them clean, a sinister grin still covering it's muzzle. One of it's hind paws was stepping on his foot, keeping him in place as it crawled forward, coming face-to-face with the frozen man. His senses coming back to him as he felt the wild Pokemon's breath hitting his face, his arm swung forward on instinct, trying to punch the Pokemon. His fist did collide with the Normal-Ghost type's cheek, though the lack of reaction showed exactly what a human was to a Pokemon.

Zoroark stared, the grin falling from it's face as it wrapped it's large paw around his head, lifting him up as it stood to it's full 8'09 height. It's arms held surprising strength for their rather skinny appearance, and that was made evident as the Pokemon slammed him into a tree, the breath escaping him as Zoroark let go, Michael sliding down the tree, coming to sit at the bottom, legs splayed as he gripped his chest, struggling to get the air back into him.

He wouldn't have a chance to completely re-fill his lungs though, as with his first breath of fresh air, Zoroark mashed it's muzzle against his lips, it's claws coming to rest against his neck as an indicator of what would happen if he fought back. Fear pulsed through Michael's heart as Zoroark pressed it's tongue against his lips, forcing it through the weak barrier he had made, before worming it's way past his teeth. Zoroark played with Michael's tongue, his own long and flat one making it's way further into his mouth. Michael closed his eyes, weakly trying to pull his head away, not wanting to make the Zoroark use it's claws but not wanting to fully submit.

Zoroark's maw opened up as it pushed it's tongue more into Michael's mouth, not forcing it down his throat just yet, but rather letting it flow into the human's cheeks, causing them to bulge out as Michael's head seemed to enter Zoroark's maw completely, saliva dripping down onto his hair, face, and running down his beard as it forced it's tongue down his throat now. Michael gagged as the slimy tendril-like tongue wormed down his throat, making it half-way before Zoroark finally pulled back, leaving the human coughing and sputtering as Zoroark leered above him, licking it's lips as it stood a few inches away.

When he finally opened his eyes again, he wanted to shut them again almost instantly, but was seemingly unable too. Dangling between the large Zoroark's legs was a basketball sized sack of testicles, and slightly steaming in the freezing cold air was an easily foot long, pulsating hard, pinkish-red cock, a knot the size of his fist sitting at the base. Finally seemingly having enough, Michael tried to leap up and run, but he was immediately tripped up by the vulpine, falling to the snow face-first.

A deep chuckle came from Zoroark as he gripped Michael's legs, dragging him back as his claws dug into the human's calves. The black-haired man dug his fingers into the dirt, his breathing and heart rapid as he tried to pull himself away, clawing at the snow and dirt, his fingers slowly starting to go numb. The Baneful Fox Pokemon dragged him back, stepping on his lower leg to keep him in the spot as Zoroark hovers over him, smiling down at him.

He moved himself down, resting his chest upper belly on Michael's legs, claws gripping the belt held his pants up. Fear still shooting through him, Michael quelled a yelp as Zoroark's claws severed the belt, yanking the man's pants down. His own lower half was exposed to the cold air, his flaccid sex shriveled up from the cold. A blush forced it's way to Michael's face as Zoroark buried his nose into the human's sack that hung tightly to his body because of the cold, his hot breath fogging the area and warming his sex just a little before he inhaled deeply.

"W-wait, don't-" Michael moved his hand towards Zoroark's head, going to push it away, but stopped moving as he heard a low growl escape the ghostly fox. The Zoroark lifted his hips up just a bit. He opened his mouth wide, the saliva dripping from the roof of his mouth down to his tongue and lower mouth, before he moved it forward, encompassing Michael's entire crotch area, as well as a bit of his ass, his teeth gently digging into the human's lower cheeks.

The warm muzzle was the perfect environment for his sex to begin 'thawing', Michael's expression a mixture of flustered and scared. He turned his head away from the scene, not wanting to watch while also looking around for his axe. It was on the other side of the clearing, embedded in the base of a tree somehow. He was about to think of what he could possibly do, but his thoughts were interrupted as Zoroark's large, wet and warm tongue ran up his taint and over his sack, before licking over his entire soft dick, a gasp escaping him. Michael turned back towards the creature violating him, the Zoroark's yellow eyes locking with his, the grip on his hips tightening and piercing skin slightly, making him cringe in pain.

The warmth surrounding his crotch eventually caused his sack to release from his body just a bit, enough to rest on the bottom of Zoroark's mouth, and his member to begin to slowly harden thanks to the stimuli. Michael would have tried to kick him again, or try to wiggle away at the least, but he could tell the strength in Zoroark's jaws would cleave right through his flesh and bone if he so wanted. He sat still, letting himself fall back and his back hit the snow, trying to ignore the pleasure that pulsed through him gently with each lick that Zoroark gave his thawing testicles and dick.

Michael gripped his hands into balls, digging his nails into his cold palm as he turned his head away, hugging quietly as Zoroark lapped at his dick more and more, his body beginning to arouse despite the freezing cold and the situation as a whole. Zoroark's own claws were still slightly dug into his hips, though he removed them and simply grabbed the human's sides to keep him in place. The warm, wet muzzle of the Normal-Ghost type was heaven for the man's slightly frost-bitten body, at least where it was encompassing. The hot breath escaping through his nose warmed Michael's belly and chest just a bit, his own foggy breath visible in the air as he stayed laying back.

Zoroark opened his mouth slowly, revealing his tongue to be wrapped around Michael's fully hard member, standing at a good seven or so inches. The Baneful Fox reached an arm forward, gripping MIchael's hair and pulling his head forward, forcing him to sit up and watch as Zoroark pulled his head back just a bit, re-adjusting before closing his muzzle completely around the human's cock. His tongue began to work it's way up and down, Zoroark's teeth not even grazing his length as his lips closed around the base of the human's dick, suckling rather strongly.

The pleasure shooting through Michael with every suckle of the large fox's muzzle made him gasp out quietly, a moan forcing it's way past his lips as the strange Pokemon had it's way with him. Zoroark continue to slide his large and flexible tongue up and down the human cock in his maw, his claw that wasn't gripping Michael's hair moving down to his own engorged cock, gently wrapping his clawed hand-paw around it and starting to stroke himself. His eyes were glued to Michael's, the Zoroark seemingly not blinking once during the entire act he was performing.

The man couldn't keep the eye contact, turning his eyes away but unable to turn his head due to the way Zoroark was holding it tightly. Despite the freezing cold around them pulling the warmth from his body slowly, he could feel the pleasure growing and growing as he began to grow close, his hips briefly bucking into Zoroark's muzzle. The slick, warm tongue gliding up and down his length, the suction pulling the blood to the tip of his dick, he wouldn't last very long, despite the fear still pulsing through him.

Zoroark seemed to know this, the corners of his lips pulling into a wider grin as he seemed to double his efforts, tightening the grip his tongue had while also ever so slightly bobbing his head. Michael groaned out loudly, once more trying to scoot away. Zoroark's hand quickly moved away from his own throbbing dick to grip around the human's ankle, his claws digging deep into the flesh and causing the man to scream out from the pain.

He stopped moving, the pain oddly mixing with the pleasure, wires crossing and firing like he'd never felt. Sure, he'd felt pain, he'd felt pleasure, but neither at once. Despite him screaming out "F-fuck, stop I won't m-m-move!", he couldn't help as his dick throbbed and pulsed in Zoroark's mouth, his balls pulling close as Zoroark sucked a bit harder.

Michael moaned out, Zoroark letting his head fall back as the man's body tensed up, his balls as close to his body as they could be. The tongue constantly sliding over and constricting around his cock and the sucking kept him on the edge, before finally he came, his hips bucking forward as Zoroark smirked, focusing now on looking down at his crotch as the man emptied his first load into the Baneful Fox's mouth. What seemed to be a chuckle came from him, as Michael moaned out as he came, his dick throbbing and spurting his seed onto the Normal-Ghost type's tongue.

He panted as he laid back, his breath a bit less foggy as Zoroark pulled back, letting Michael's dick flop from his mouth and slap against his upper crotch and lower belly. Saliva drooled from Zoroark's mouth and covered Michael's cock, the cold air sapping the warmth as the ghost fox pulled the man's head back up, opening his mouth wide to show off the pooled semen on his tongue. He closed his mouth, turning his head upwards and swallowing it all down, before showing the man his now empty mouth.

His orgasmic pleasure dying down, Michael began to become aware of the cold seeping into him, reaching down with shaky hands to try and pull his pants up. Zoroark stood and brought a paw down on them though, gripping them in his claws before tearing them away, the man's eyes widening as his hands reached for the falling pieces of clothing.

"H-hey, I n-n-need those!" He protested, Zoroark standing up and shaking his head, another quiet chuckle escaping him as Michael's eyes moved down towards the very obvious organ that throbbed between Zoroark's legs. He didn't want whatever this was to go any further, and tossed out any worry he had.

He brought his good leg up, pushing himself against the snow as he tried to push himself away, rolling over and trying to stand. He was able to get up on all fours, Zoroark watching him with a smug look as he tried to stand up completely, only to yelp in pain as he stumbled forward, falling face-first into the snow again. Zoroark approached him, lowering himself down onto all fours as well. Michael glanced back, primal fear flooding his eyes as he got himself back onto all fours, trying his best to get away.

Zoroark stalked towards him slowly, almost tauntingly, his extended fur flowed gently in the air, the wisp-like nature of it astonishing to him even as Michael tried to escape him. The man was able to shuffle forward a good few yards, Zoroark trailing behind him slowly and tauntingly, before rather suddenly leaping forward, his arms wrapping around the man's hips as his chest hit against Michael's ass, his head resting on the man's lower back as he fell to the snow.

"P-p-please, y-y-you g-got what y-you wanted!" He cried out, tears welling in his eyes and trailing down his freezing, red face. He couldn't feel his fingers anymore, the cold setting in more and more. His feet weren't as bad off, Zoroark having not taken his boots off yet. Though, now that his saliva-coated dick was right against the snow and cold ground, it began to go cold, alongside the rest of his exposed skin.

Zoroark moved back a bit, pulling Michael back as well, pulling his ass into the air and keeping his face buried in the snow with a paw. The paw slid up, finding it's place on his back and keeping him there, Zoroark pulling back further and staring down at his prey, licking his lips before lowering his muzzle down to Michael's taint. His tongue extended out, running briefly over his flaccid dick and then over his balls, slowly making it's way up his taint until the tongue's tip found itself pressed against Michael's sphincter.

Michael cried out at the warm, wet appendage that pressed against his anal entrance. While it was an odd, pleasant one, the temperature difference from his body and the Zoroark's made it far more odd. Zoroark pressed his tongue into him, moving his head forward and gently biting down like he had before, his lower jaw encompassing Michael's dick and balls while his upper one covered up to his tailbone. With this new position, he would wiggle his tongue into the human's ass, a squeak escaping the man as Zoroark's tongue pushed into him.

The oral appendage squirmed it's way deep into him, the wet nature of it quickly lubricating his hole. Zoroark even purposefully pushed more saliva into his hole, Michael's hands gripped into fists as he moaned out from the odd pleasure shooting through him. The slimy 'tendril' was something he'd never felt before. Of course, he'd never felt anything go up his ass before, and certainly hadn't been blown by a Pokemon before either. But he couldn't deny he found himself enjoying this particularly, though he very much would rather get away from the perverted Pokemon.

The oral fun going on was but a precursor to what Zoroark planned, his throbbing length proof of his intentions. After a minute or so of lubing up Michael's anal passage, Zoroark pulled his head back, his tongue trailing out of the man's sphincter for a solid two seconds. As it exited him, Michael groaned quietly, the cold once more biting at his exposed body. His face was no longer red, he couldn't even blush, despite the sheer paleness of his features. His fingers were beginning to go blue, and he couldn't feel anything except the cold.

The feeling of nothingness but cold would soon be over, though, as Zoroark kept Michael's body propped so that his ass was in the air, and stood up. He fell forward onto his knees, on either side of Michael's legs, his hand reaching down to his own rod and lifting it up, the hot, pulsing meat still releasing a little bit of steam despite the temperature adjusting. He moved his hips forward slightly, the tip resting against Michael's hole now, panic once more setting into the man as he fully realized what was happening.

He didn't want to believe it, part of him wanted this Zoroark to just be some sick Pokemon that liked getting other's off and then leaving them alone, but he seemed to be far from that. "W-w-wait... P-p-please d-do-don't!" He cried out quietly.

His tears had frozen in his beard, and they no longer flowed from his eyes. His long black hair was splayed in the snow, frozen in position from Zoroark's saliva still in his hair and preventing him from seeing much even as he tried to lift his head. Zoroark's throbbing tip was easily five inches in girth, circumference wise, a terrifying size for a virgin. Hell, a terrifying size for any human to take. The canine form of his dick gave him a bit of an easy way in though, the very tip being rather thin and slipping in easily with a bit of movement from Zoroark, his smirk wide as he looked down at the man.

The tip of his tip leaked a bit of pre, and as Zoroark's hands moved to rest on either side of Michael's hips, he began to push forward gently, his grip on Michael's hip helping him as he got the actual, full tip into him. Michael gasped out in pain, fresh tears somehow welling up as he tightened his frozen hands as best he could. The groan of pain slowly left Michael as his stretched ass began to adjust to Zoroark's tip, the man's own dick limp in the cold air.

Zoroark didn't wait long to let Michael adjust, before sinking his slightly thicker shaft forward into him, Michael going still as the pain pulsed through him from being stretched further and deeper. Zoroark's cock practically glided forward, pushing into his sigmoid bend, displacing it a bit as he simply rested his dick inside of Michael for a second. Not letting the man adjust himself, Zoroark stood from his knees onto his feet, leaning forward so that his chest pressed against Michael's upper back and head, his knot pressed firmly against the human's sphincter.

In this new position, Zoroark wrapped his arms around Michael's neck, pressing down on his shoulders as he began to move his hips back, giving the man a bit of relief as he left only his tip in. A yelp of pained-pleasure escaped him again as Zoroark slammed forward, his knot making a lewd slap sound as it hit against his anal entrance. Michael's prostate was constantly being pressed against when Zoroark's cock was sunk into him, the Baneful Fox beginning to pant quietly as he rocked his hips back and forth, pulling his dick back before slamming it back into the man.

Zoroark had began thrusting into Michael with the force and fervor that the man expected a mon to fuck another that was in heat. The mind-oggling situation made his head spin, the mixed signals, the dry-sobbing mixed with moans and grunts and gasps, it was all almost too much for him. His mind swam with thoughts, thoughts telling him how weak he was for letting this happen, thoughts telling him he wanted it to happen, thoughts telling him this Pokemon would kill him. If this was the Pokemon that had been kidnapping the villagers... He dreaded the thought of them going through this exact situation.

The rapid, lewd sounds coming from Zoroark's knot slapping against him repeatedly was what he now focused on. One of the fox's wispy bits of fur wrapped around Michael's forehead, pulling it back so that he now stared into the Normal-Ghost type's upside down face, his yellow eyes still unblinkingly staring back into the man's blue ones. His upside down grin seared into Michael's mind, the undead Pokemon's ghostly body seeming to grow colder despite the positioning now. It seemed to begin to grow freezing, even, everything except the cock plunging into Michael's depths and the heavy pair of balls hitting against his.

Zoroark's claws dug into Michael's shoulders as he continued with his rough, rapid thrusting. Despite the friction of his lubed anus being fucked roughly by the vulpine's large dick, no warmth came to him anymore. If anything, he began to feel more and more of his own body heat seeping out, being sapped away from him by the surrounding cold. Zoroark's embrace provided no warmth, and if anything it furthered his chilling. His breath no-longer fogged as he stared back into the yellow eyes, just as Zoroark's own breath stopped fogging the air.

A chuckle came from the fox as he continued to roughly fuck his prey, his claws drawing slow-leaking blood. He wouldn't finish until he jammed his throbbing knot into the human below him, and to get to that point he had to stretch him with this vigorous session. He didn't care about this man's safety, just as he didn't care about any of the other humans he had used and discarded. His knot was large enough, when swollen completely, to tear any human's innards. He was no Alpha, but he was prideful of his size, in all aspects.

Zoroark moved his head closer to the man, kissing his muzzle against the defeated human's lips, slipping his ghastly tongue forward, wiggling it past his teeth and down his throat again, filling it up completely as the man lost his ability to breath. No panic came to his face, if only because his features were frozen from the cold seeping through his core. Despite the constant prostate pleasure, his dick didn't throb once in need or want. His balls were right up against his body, his sack pulled tight as Zoroark's far larger one swung between his legs with each forward thrust.

The thrusting from Zoroark began to grow more forceful, slightly moving the man in the snow before Zoroark's arms pulled him back into a new thrust. The ghost-fox's thighs ached slightly already with how forceful and quick he was, not a care in the world for the sex toy below him. Grunts and pants, moans and huffs escaped the Zoroark as he repeatedly slammed into Michael, his knot plapping lewdly against the man's sphincter.

A pleading whine escaped Michael as he tried his best to get the Ghost-Normal type to stop, to at least let up a little. He couldn't feel any bit of his body at this point, the only feeling he was getting being numb pulses of pained pleasure from Zoroark's rough breeding of his ass. The Baneful Fox continued to deeply kiss him, Michael's throat bulging from his tongue as he the strangely long vulpine organ explored his throat and mouth. His tool slammed into the human's ass over and over, the knot beginning to ever so slightly stretch his anal entrance.

Michael's flaccid dick throbbed briefly, hardening for just a few seconds as he came, his rod spurting out another load, this one far less strong and practically drooling from his foreskin. The orgasm barely reached his mind, Michael's eyes closing slowly as his strength sapped away from him, the cold eating it up like a fire does fuel. He couldn't feel anymore, nothing. Not even as Zoroark grabbed his hips, digging his claws deep into the man's flesh as he slammed forward.

Zoroark pressed his entire weight against Michael, pressing him further into the snow as he crammed his knot forward. Michael's ass began to stretch slowly, beginning to make way for Zoroark's knot. The large vulpine's knot was nearly seven and a half inches around, and just as it seemed he couldn't stretch anymore, a lewd pop sounded out as Zoroark moaned, his hips hitting fully against Michael's ass as his knot began to inflate inside the man, much larger than before. Having his root squeezed by the man's ruined sphincter, his heavy balls pulled close to his body.

His dick throbbed as his knot swelled, his balls pulling close and dropping down slightly again and again for a few seconds, before Zoroark threw his head back, arching his back and moaning out loudly as he began to cum. His creamy spunk spurted from his tip, flooding out into Michael's ass. The warmth was only a brief respite for Michael, just enough to warm his ass enough so he can feel the searing pain of Zoroark's inflated knot having torn his ass. Spots flashed in his vision as his sore throat let out a scream of pain, the soothing warmth of Zoroark's cum and constant prostate pressure being overpowered greatly by the pain.

Spurt after spurt of thick cum escaped Zoroark's tip as he panted, groaning in pleasure as he looked down at his prey, his smirk not having left his face once this entire forty or so minutes. Nothing escaped past his knot, at least at first. It would take a few seconds, but a bit of blood began to stain Zoroark's crotch, balls and sheathe as it escaped from his ass. Zoroark leaned down, chuckling as he gently pet Michael's head. With his still throbbing member, he began to walk, Michael being dragged painfully behind him by the knot.

Michael's eyes closed, the dots in his vision growing and growing, his slow breath slowed even further as he was dragged in the snow to who-knows where, feeling like his organs would be pulled out from Zoroark's knot. The cold bit at his mind, pulling his consciousness away from him, and as his eyes began to close, his body began to glow ever so slightly.

A few hours later, light began to flood Michael's eyes as he fluttered them open. A purple, flaming orb shone down on him from above, inside what looked like a cave. He could vaguely make out the rest of the cave that wasn't illuminated by the purple light, and as he tried to stand he fell to the ground, grunting quietly. He looked down to the ground, moving his paws under himself and... He stopped, staring down at the little white forelegs capped with grey-black paws.

"Wh-what the!?" He shouted, leaping back and bumping against the stone wall, falling over again before trying to push himself back up again. He began to breath deeply and rapidly, panting as he looked around, turning back to see his grey-white body with a puffy white, red-capped tail. He knew exactly what he was, but the confusion shooting through him was replaced with fear as he heard a chuckle.

His head snapping towards the sound, he saw a pair of glowing yellow eyes far above him in the darkness. They stared down at him, the purple light going out and blinding the once human. He stared at the yellow eyes, knowing damn well what exactly it was. It was Zoroark, the very same one that had had it's way with him. As his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he realized he could almost perfectly see in the inky blackness.

Zoroark stood FAR taller than him. The blood on his crotch was gone now, likely cleaned by the very Pokemon. "Wh-what did you do to me!?" Michael shouted at the Zoroark, quivering in fear as he backed up into the wall again.

Another chuckle came from him, as he finally spoke. His voice was low, quiet and a bit rumbly. "I didn't think you would come back. Well, no matter. You can be on your way after I've taught you how things work in this area." His grin that had for once been absent returned to him as he approached Michael.

Michael was too shocked to say anything, thoughts racing through his head. He was a Zorua. He was a ghost. He... he had died. All these thoughts were interrupted as Zoroark lifted him by the nape of his neck, before the larger fox sat down, back against the rock wall as he spread his legs, sitting Michael down between them, face towards his crotch. Feeling confident that the Zorua wouldn't run away, he began to toy with his sheath, the tip soon peeking free and beginning to grow.

"None of the others turned into Zorua. I don't know why you did, but I'm not letting up this chance to claim another for myself." He grabbed Michael's head, pushing it towards his erecting dick, the small fox's black nose being pressed right against the growing length.

"I-It w-won't fit..." Michael shakily murmured, averting his eyes as the scent of Zoroark's cock began to creep into his nose, making his own tip begin to throb out of his sheathe. Zoroark chuckled, shaking his head. "It will. But don't worry, you won't be sucking it all just yet. We'll have such fun later on."

Michael's eyes returned to the evolution of his current form, glancing to the already half-erect cock, his nose sliding down it as it grew. The scent flooding into his nose and lungs, it made his own dick quickly escape it's sheathe, his smaller length's knot not even the size of a baseball. The smell drove into his mind, causing a shudder to shoot through him as his tongue licked forward against his own will.

The larger Pokemon clearly had mental dominion over him from phenomenal scent alone, as he certainly wouldn't have willingly brought his paws forward to pull the dick down and suckle on it's tip. Zoroark chuckled, watching as the now Zorua backed up a bit to accommodate Zoroark's growing length, his knot slipping from his sheathe and throbbing to life.

"Such a weak will you have. You'll be easy to break once I hunt you down again." The larger Pokemon seemed to purr out despite his vulpine appearance. He brought a paw down, gently stroking his length that Michael couldn't reach or wasn't attending to.

Michael gently suckled on Zoroark's very tip, his smaller paws stroking his first few inches. Zoroark's paws went to squeeze his own knot slightly, causing beads of pre to escape and enter the Zorua's mouth, the scent-controlled fox gulping it down eagerly. He was almost feral, his body in complete control as his mind watched with lust-shaded glasses. Zoroark smiled as he watched the once reluctant human practically worship his cock, moving down the length to huff his large nuts, a shudder escaping him as his own pre leaked to the cave floor. He moved back up to the tip, eagerly sucking on the very tip of it and stroking his length.

"Such a good Zorua you are. I do hope your human nature is still in-tact when we meet up again..." Zoroark cooed out, gently rubbing the Zorua's cheek. His paw moved back to his own body, going to pull his sheathe back gently as his claws teased his root, causing more pre to ooze into Michael's mouth.

With a bit more time, Zoroark decided that the fun was over, the pleasure pulsing through him having been enough for now, as he begins to gently squeeze his root, moaning out quietly as his knot swelled up, his balls pulling close. His free paw grabbed the Zorua's head, pushing it further onto his cock, not caring about the smaller fox's teeth as he began to cum.

Michael's cheeks bulged out as the thick load spurted into his mouth, gulping it down as best he could. After only a few ropes, Zoroark pulled the Zorua back, rolling him onto his back and resting his dick on his belly. His orgasm hadn't stopped, his cum splatting into the Spiteful Fox's face and neck fluff. Quiet moans and gasps escaped him as he coated Michael in cum, etching his scent into him.

It would last a while, and keep other Pokemon away from him. Anyone marked with Zoroark's scent was his, and if any other mon was found to be mating with them in any way, they often found themselves severely injured. The Baneful Fox Pokemon kept his smirk wide as he continued to coat his previous form in semen, though he would soon let up. His paws left his own cock, a few ropes of seed landing on Michael's belly as he pulled away.

"There. You are mine now, Zorua. No Pokemon will touch you in any way." He chuckled, standing up as his knot, not being sheathed into anything, began to shrink away, his rod beginning to slip back into his sheathe.

He grabbed the panting, horny Zorua by the nape, striding to the entrance of the cave they resided in, before tossing the human-turned-Zorua into the snow. His smile stayed wide across his muzzle as he crossed his arms, watching the small Pokemon. Michael scrambled to his feet, his fogged mind beginning to clear up bit by bit.

"You are property of Dolos. Don't forget that. When you evolve, I will know. And I will hunt you down, and make you mine again, only this time the cold can't steal you from me. Now go, pathetic toy." He gestured away, chuckling as he turned away and headed back into his cave.

Michael panted, staring as Dolos walked away, vanishing back into the cave. His lust soon faded away, before he looked around, his body shaking as he dashed off into the woods, not knowing what to do. He knew not where to go, what to do, how to get by. But, Dolos knew he would. And when he did, he would find him.