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Forests filled with pokemon were places where humans needed to tread carefully, in particular, if they did not have partners of their own protecting them. There is an important difference, however, between a road commonly traveled and one that is wild and untouched. There are woods and glades where trainers tread commonly leading to their towns and homes, cities, and more where rangers and other sorts of specialized trainers make sure that nothing disturbs the wildlife and that the wildlife doesn't disturb travelers too often. Where researchers have already turned over every single stone in order to see all that there is to see. The forests that lead to nowhere that humans travel, the places where trainers only dream of going, are often the most dangerous. Such a forest could be found deep in a region not given much attention. The trees were large enough that even some bigger pokemon could use them like homes. The canopy reached high enough that looking up from the ground would only reveal darkness and filtered light but even though the sunlight seemed so far away, the forest floor was alive and bright. Motes of light traveled through the air, wisps of ghost pokemon and other things wandering about adding a cool glow to the dark forest.

Humans did not visit this place and many didn't even know where it was even if you showed them a map of the area. It created the perfect environment for pokemon to flourish, and for stranger things to occur. Pokemon wandered around in forms never seen before, in shapes that were larger or smaller than usual, and some even that held different types than what one might expect. There were also gatherings and communities of pokemon, those that took to building settlements of their own even. One such odd thing was a wagon of sorts traveling through the forest. It traveled over a quiet road that was out of place on its own, a dirt road not made by humans but rather, created by the motions of pokemon moving about. The wagon stopped at a clearing somehow still covered by shade thanks to the canopy high above them.

Pokemon wandered out of the large wagon; lucarios, zoroarks, and other bipedal sorts. They got to opening the wagon, to changing the shape of the wooden vehicle until it became a stage of all things. Curtains were raised, glass lanterns were brought up to add more illumination to the clearing, and other pokemon began to gather around as if the stage itself was a beacon. The show was about to start.

At the edge of the forest, a sylveon wandered through. His fur was curled with a bit of mess to it, and the white and pink of his body was a bit darker than other sorts. Violet eyes peered from side to side, head craning as he walked through the shade of the glade. Trevil had always been a wanderer at heart. He had avoided being caught all his life, even as a young eevee, and all to make sure that he could continue moving from place to place. He loved the mystery of a new world opening up to him and he had never quite seen a forest like this.

There were other pokemon here and there but most of them seemed to stick to themselves or wander away whenever he got too close. What he found strange, however, was that there was a road in this place that seemed so untouched by humanity. He tapped it a few times with a paw just to see if he was imagining things before he got onto it and started walking. He paused a short way into the path as he heard a rustling in the bushes. He turned to it and felt his hackles rise, the sylveon getting ready for a fight with whoever might come out of that bush. The bush stopped rustling, and he slowly began to relax but still watched the bush.

"What are we waiting for?" Whispered a voice by his ear.

Trevil coughed and jumped back. He prepared for a fight but soon relaxed as he saw the smiling visage of a zoroark with their hands held behind their back. Slowly, he breathed out, "It's not very nice to startle strangers like that. I could have attacked you."

"Ah, but you had the sense not to! Isn't that nice?" Said the zoroark before chuckling, "It seems like you're a bit lost, or maybe you're just taking in the sights more than the other pokemon in this forest? Not concerned about all the lovely gloom? Although, maybe you are concerned considering you were staring so intensely at a bush."

Hearing it out loud, he found his cheeks warming, his paw coming up over his mouth as he cleared his throat, "Well, you have to be careful when traveling alone. I'm a stranger in these parts and I travel for my own interest. I don't really know if this place has anything all that interesting but it looks different, and I don't think I've seen a road like this before. Is there a human town around here?"

The zoroark shook his head, "Not at all. The tracks you see, the road you walk on; are all made for and by the show. A wagon of wonders traveling through the woods made by pokemon. If you'd like, you could follow me. The show hasn't started quite yet and I can promise you a good place to watch it from. At the front, even."

His ears perked and twitched, his head tilting as he muttered, "A show? That's something different. I don't think that I've ever met pokemon who put on a show without humans, or pokemon who beat down roads and make wagons either. While I don't really trust you, I don't see what's wrong in following you for a bit, so go ahead, take me to this show."

"Well then, my scruffy and scruffed stranger, come with me and you'll get to see something fantastic whether or not you trust me." Said the zoroark with a bow.

Before he could make any further inquiry, the zoroark turned tail and wandered away. He wasn't even able to properly introduce himself or ask what their name was. Trevil tried to speak up but he found that the zoroark was surprisingly speedy. He began to trot forward to follow along and he noticed something strange. The vulpine pokemon wandered ahead of him but seemed to be walking at a relaxed pace. No matter how fast he felt he was walking, he wasn't able to really catch up. It wasn't too long, however, before the zoroark stopped and turned to wave at him. Finally, he could catch up and remember his manners but he stopped as something unexpected occurred.

The zoroark bowed and extended an arm, turning their head to look past a set of trees before disappearing. Trevil's ears twitched and he scowled while looking around. He didn't like the prospect of being tricked but he supposed it was all part of the show or whatever the zoroark had meant by it. With a sigh, he wandered in the direction that the odd pokemon had pointed him toward while wondering if he should turn around. What he saw surprised him. The gloomy clearing lit brightly by glass lanterns swaying in the breeze, the stage lit up by those lights with pokemon on it performing. There was a gardevoir at the moment turning on stage slowly, her voice echoing through the forest gently while a crowd of pokemon gathered near the stage watching.

He wandered around the edge of the crowd while looking toward the stage before he felt a claw on his shoulder. Trevil jumped and turned his head to see the zoroark standing there with a big smile, "Hello friend!"

Trevil sighed and placed a paw on his chest, "Please, my heart cannot handle such shocks and surprises! Make yourself known in a less frightening manner. Now then, I suppose I should--"

Before he could continue, he found himself being led by ribbon and shoulder through the crowd as the zoroark said in hushed excitement, "Later, later, friend. I've gotten you a place near the stage, at the front row! You could end up participating in the show itself!"

"Well, I don't think that I'd like to participate. I mean, I'm not really in it to perform. I just want to see interesting things, to travel the world." He said with a grumble while being pushed forward.

When he finally stopped, Trevil turned his head to look at the zoroark but found that he was entirely alone. He frowned and looked toward the stage just as the gardevoir was bowing. She held her dress out to the side and took a step back, the curtains closing as the crowd cheered at his back. He didn't really have time to enjoy the sound of her voice but he supposed it was pretty enough. Out came the next performers soon enough, though. Pokemon dancing of all shapes and sizes, many of them avian pokemon, the entire stage erupting in a sea of petals that flowed out above them. The crowd gasped in awe and he even found himself opening his mouth at the sight.

Trevil had expected something a bit more mundane due to the last performance but he supposed it was just a warmup. Pokemon danced on the stage, twisting and turning, stepping and stamping. They spread over and all around the stage, wings and petals extending toward the crowd, their eyes peering all around. He was enchanted by the sight but at the same time, hoped that he would not be called on stage. Despite being a sylveon, he wasn't very graceful. Not entirely at least. Sure, he enjoyed the act and enjoyed doing so but this show wasn't about him and he wasn't sure if he wanted to perform for others right now. Still, he enjoyed what he did see and even cheered when it was all over with the rest of the crowd.

Again, the curtains all closed. This time, the lights were snuffed out one by one. The glow that had encompassed the entire clearing had faded away allowing the gloom of the forest to return. Soon, however, wisps of light began to gather toward the clearing, spreading all around as if the ghosts of the forest were attracted to this spot. Flames floated in the air, flickering on one by one until the light had returned but in a different hue, a different intensity. Everyone remained quiet now, everyone remained at ease as their eyes were glued to the stage. Even Trevil found himself entirely transfixed, any thought of danger or concern gone from his cautious mind.

The curtains opened but nothing appeared, no pokemon stepped out into the open and nothing erupted forth. Just then, a glowing sprout appeared from the center of the stage as if growing from the earth itself. He tilted his head and watched as it grew into a massive blossom, all who were paying close attention gasping. The strange bulb pulsed and rumbled before splitting open, the entire stage burning with a bright light as out stepped a feline pokemon. A meowscarada wandered out on stage with his arms held out and a bright smile on his face. His eyes were the of rosy wine, and his body was plump and strong, unlike the slender sorts he had seen on his travels. As the meowscarada stepped off of the flower, he turned toward the blossom and leaned down to stroke one of the petals. He brought it up to his lips to plant a gentle kiss on it, and it began to break apart into dandelion seeds. Motes of fluff that floated in the air and spread past the crowd and through the darkness of the forest.

When the meowscarada turned back to the crowd, he bowed deeply before spreading his arms out wide and declaring, "Welcome, dear guests. My name is Valian, the master behind this lovely stage. I hope that you'll enjoy, enjoy the show and everything we have to offer. For there is more on offer than you might believe. Simply look with your eyes!"

And just like that, he blinked and looked to the sides to see that there were tents that had appeared, a small wagon even, and out came more pokemon with berries and drinks, with mugs and oddly shaped containers to hand out to the various individuals in the crowd. There was even one for him that he took gently with his ribbon, eying the liquid within just to make sure it wasn't poison before taking a tentative sniff. Sweet and when he licked he found that it was sharp as well. Alcohol? He downed it without concern and looked to see that there was more inside of the cup. What a strange show. There was a mild burn to what he was drinking as he actively began to indulge, a warmth that prickled at the throat and made him shiver just a bit. He didn't mind the taste, and wouldn't even mind if it really was liquor of some sort but his curiosity had been brought out in full force as he paid attention to the feline on stage.

"Now then, first thing's first. I'll need a volunteer from the crowd. Someone to come up here on stage to participate in today's show. Just one, for now." The meowscarada said with a big smile.

He frowned as the showrunner looked at whoever was in the front, which included him. Valian's claw tapped the air, pointing toward each pokemon in the front before landing on him, "Ahah! Such a beautiful sight!" Exclaimed the meowscarada, "A sylveon of all things in the midst and a very lovely one at that."

Trevil opened his mouth to say no and immediately found that it was hard to say that against a cheering crowd. There were chuckles there too, motes of laughter hidden among them. His frown deepened and out of pure spite for the ones that found it humorous that he was being picked on, he decided to get up on stage after tossing the cup onto the ground. As soon as he felt the wood beneath him, he felt just a little bit of regret. He focused on the meowscarada who was beaming at him, instead of focusing on the many eyes out there, but why should he care? Why should he be afraid of the attention of a few strangers? He had been picked out because he was supposedly lovely and just that thought alone brought a bit of warmth to his cheeks as he really thought about it. Among all the pokemon in the front, he had been plucked. Well, let's see what this strange feline had in mind.

"Thank you for joining me on stage. What's your name?" Valian said with hushed excitement while leaning in.

He raised his chin and answered with a sniff, "Trevil."

"Well, Trevil, all I'll need you to do is strut your stuff! You're a regular beauty and I know that people are going to love seeing you in a sea of petals. So, stand proud for me, okay?" Valian said with an excitement that caught them off guard.

The compliments were odd but quite nice to hear, and he found himself straightening even without thinking about it, chest puffed out and a little smile touching his features as he hummed, "Like this?"

Valian clapped before turning to the crowd, "Each show is tailored to the guest I bring, tailored to what we have on stage right now. This forest is dark and grand, and we are no different." The plucking of instruments from places unseen began, strings cut and whining a gentle song that began to flow from the stage and all around. He turned his head as if he could see them but only saw Valian winking at him before the feline continued, "So, my friends, drink deep from the darkness that we give you and watch in wonder as we all bloom together."

Something strange echoed in their mind. A feeling that they couldn't quite shake. The sound of the music seemed to stir within them a sensation of levity and chuckling joy. It was either that or the alcohol had given him a little buzz and needed a bit of time to get into him properly. He found himself posturing for the crowd, stepping forward and lifting one paw to stand up nice and straight, to pose for everyone to see him. It just felt like the right thing to do. There were petals of flowers falling all around the stage like snow, and Valian circled him slowly in a manner similar to a dance, twirling and stepping, hopping before bowing toward him. A bud erupted from the stage beneath him, engulfing him in comforting darkness where none could see him but he still heard the gasps. Funny, he didn't feel like he was in danger but this was usually something that would make him feel a bit strange. His hackles should have been raised, his fangs ready to bare at such a surprise, but instead he felt just fine. It was all part of the show after all.

He could faintly hear Valian speaking, Valian shouting something fantastical but had no clue what that could be. He suddenly found himself sinking into the stage, a bit of fright touching his mind after all as the sensation felt odder than anything else. It almost felt like he was falling through water as he found there was nothing beneath him. The darkness was then broken by the lights of the stage, the crowd's gasps the first thing he heard. He looked down to see that he was standing on a thick vine, a flower sprouting from the center of the stage far away from where he had been first taken. He could hear the music clearly again, could feel the calm pouring over him, and instead of panicking, he took a step forward on the vine and began to walk.

Wherever his claws set down, the vine moved, and so he wandered down and around in a spiral with his chin held up and his eyes shut until he made it back to the stage to the cheering of the crowd. Valian passed a set of digits along his head between his ears and whispered, "Good boy." His eyes cracked open and he frowned deeply but before he could snap back at that comment, the meowscarada addressed the crowd, "Our friend here is such a natural! They didn't even need a bit of encouragement to come down from where they were. Entirely calm when shrouded in nothing but the darkness, taken from place to place. They are a wanderer in truth, an explorer from beyond these trees of ours."

Trevil sniffed, "I mean, all I did was walk a bit."

"And a humble heart as well." Snickered the meowscarada.

There was a moment where he shook his head and looked out toward the crowd to try and contest what Valian was saying, or at the very least participate but his eyes were playing tricks on him. Most of the crowd seemed shrouded in shadows, he couldn't see their faces from the stage. He could spot the zoroark clapping but no other pokemon in particular. They all looked like shapes melding together, occasionally sound pouring from them. When he shook his head again, his vision cleared but he didn't have time to wonder about what was going on.

One of his ribbons was grasped gently, another held between two digits as Valian leaned over to whisper in his ear, "Now then, before I return you to your wandering ways, I'll get full use out of you. Dance with me, my sweet little sylveon."

Little? There was barely any difference between their sizes but that voice certainly made him feel small. He was led before he could answer, brought back toward the center of the stage where the vines and blossoms had disappeared giving them room enough. Other pokemon trailed out onto the stage, wisps lighting their way as they all began to twist and dance. His body was led back and forth, around and around. Valian did most of the dancing but he found himself trotting along, smiling as the feline pokemon occasionally leaned in to compliment him. It was those damn compliments, wasn't it? He would do most anything to hear those sweet words, that gentle voice guiding him on. Even if something was wrong, it wouldn't hurt to indulge in this just a bit more, would it?

As it turned out, it did hurt in some ways. Trevil had wandered through many places and had the strength to tackle mountains and other tough hikes, but there was something about dancing that made his four legs ache. He trotted from place to place, moving at a constant pace that never ended as he was led by a gentle touch and the sound of the music all around. Sweat fell to the stage, and sighs poured all around as petals and light flowed from the stage illuminating the clearing entirely. There were colors all around him, sights that seemed odder than the darkness of the forest. It was almost as if he had been pulled into another world entirely.

The transition to this new and strange place had him blinking. It felt as if the sun were actually pouring down over them now except hued green by the foliage above. There were flowers blooming where there was once only grass. The crowd of pokemon were dancing as well, mixed together in strange glowing shapes. His own vision felt blurred and odd but the gentle voice at his ear guiding him around the stage kept him rooted in reality. At the same time, his curiosity and his natural disposition toward exploration kept him more interested than frightened. Was this just an illusion? Or was this truly some sort of new place that he had been taken to? There were so many strange things in this world, things that he could never imagine, so why couldn't this be one of them?

"Sweet guest, would you like a kiss goodnight?" Asked Valian suddenly.

His cheeks burned and he found that they had stopped at the exact center of the stage while everyone else continued in their reverie. A kiss goodnight? His answer came quickly enough, "I'm not sure. Everything feels so strange." He then muttered, "But maybe a kiss would be nice. It would be something to focus on instead of whatever tricks you're up to."

The meowscarada snickered and placed a digit to his own lips, "There are no tricks, just magic, just delight. If you're seeing something fantastic, then that is your reality. Dissociate and delight with me, my darling little sylveon."

He huffed and shook his head, "Don't treat me like a pet."

"Oh? Then why do you blush? Can you say that you don't like the treatment?" Hummed the showrunner.

Trevil felt irritation spark inside of him and flow to his mouth as he prepared to bark a response about his embarrassment. However, whatever he had to say was cut away. A hand clasped his cheek, their lips crashed together. Softness enveloped his mind, his body trembling as he found it entirely too difficult to stand up straight at the moment. His ribbons moved naturally to curl around the meowscarada's body, to bring the feline closer as he dipped into the kiss, unable to ignore his nature. Love and lust. Warmth and desire. He drank deep of these things but somehow seemed to weaken the more he dipped into the kiss. It wasn't that the kiss itself was poison but the feline was making all the right moves.

The hand on his cheek squeezed, claws pressing through the fur as Valian's tongue dipped into his maws. Their tongues pressed together to share warmth, and no matter how much of his strength he put forth, Valian continued to win out. It was that determination, that passion matching his own which threatened to melt him on the spot as if he were ice beneath a flame. He began to buckle beneath the kiss, buckle beneath the passion of the feline before him showing him such beauty, and strangely enough, he felt as though he were falling asleep. He did not want to slip away, did not want this to stop so soon, but his eyes were shutting and he could feel the world of dreams calling him. There was a part of him that felt some sort of anger, part of him that wanted to growl and pull away to snap awake but instead, Trevil remained perfectly still as his tongue was toyed with, as his maw was kept captured by the loving lips of the strange showrunner.

It was not the prospect of falling for whatever spell was happening that bothered him, though. He found that the most irritating thing about this was that he could not further experience the love and lust being showered on him. Bit by bit he found himself drifting away, growing number and number to the lovely heat that kept his mouth glued to this reality. He wanted more. Needed more, and yet the sounds of the world around him began to fade away, the sensation shifting to a blissful dream that he wanted to tear apart. Whatever curse, whatever magic or drug had been used on him needed to go away, and it was simply because he wanted to get fucked. He wanted to drown in passion and desire, but instead, his eyes remained shut and he was dragged down into a dreamless slumber.

Only darkness remained and a curiosity. Had that world full of light been a dream? Had the kiss been his imagination running wild? Perhaps the first sip of that strange liquid had pushed him toward being drunk faster than he had thought. Even now as he sunk into blissful darkness, he wondered just what he had been doing up on that stage. Following the tune of another so easily. Letting himself be dragged along by the simple excitement of another pokemon. And in the end, he had let himself fall, fall for a simple kiss, fall for a simple expression of passion. Just what was he doing, when there were so many places to see and he had his own goals?

Trevil eyes cracked open slowly, one after the other as he tried to regain his senses. He pushed himself up and found that he had been placed on a set of covers and furs. When he looked around, he saw that he was in a room. The room seemed almost mundane enough to be magic itself compared to what he had seen before. Wooden floors, a square window peering out into the dark, and a warm light illuminating the room. He grunted as he slipped out of bed and waited for the pulsing hangover to begin but strangely enough, he found that the more he woke up, the better he felt. Trevil twisted his head from side to side, cracking and rolling his shoulders with a grunt before leaning forward to let his claws out and stretch the rest of himself. He felt as if he had been resting peacefully for days and oddly enough, he didn't find himself panicking about waking up in a stranger's bed.

Just as he was noting his lack of panic he heard the creek of a door. He turned toward the sound, and there stood the meowscarada with a bouquet of flowers and a big smile. He raised a brow and sniffed, "Hello, I'm guessing you were nice enough to let me use your quarters?"

The meowscarada snickered as he tossed the bouquet which Trevil caught with a set of ribbons while Valian spoke, "Yup! You fell asleep before the show could hit a real climax. I gotta say, you tasted sweeter than I thought but you were much less durable than I'd imagine. Just a little kiss and a bit of drink and you were already out for the count!"

Trevil raised a paw and scoffed, tossing the flowers aside as he raised his voice, "I am not as weak as you might think! Whatever you put in that drink and whatever you were doing put me to sleep, not exhaustion."

"Oh? I'm so sorry, sweet sylveon. I know that you're all tough from traveling so much and you probably can handle all the kisses in the world without getting so lust-drunk." Said the showrunner while bowing deeply.

His frown deepened, "Whatever. It was entertaining but entirely unsatisfying. I don't know if I'll be coming back after that."

Walking toward the door, he paused as Valian stood up straight slowly while humming, "Unsatisfied? Was the drink not to your liking, or perhaps what you saw was simply too odd for you to enjoy?" He then chuckled, his voice lowering but Trevil's ears twitching as he heard them quite clearly, "Or are you telling me that you didn't get your fill?"

He kept a shudder hidden inside of him as he breathed out, "You think that I enjoyed being grabbed like that, tugged around, and paraded like some sort of competition pet? I'm a wild pokemon, a free spirit. A little lust isn't going to drive me wild."

"Ahah, so you didn't get your fill, poor thing." Said the meowscarada with a sigh.

His cheeks began to burn as he turned toward the other pokemon and stamped a front paw down on the floor, "Did I say that? Did I specifically say that I was left unsatisfied sexually? You pulled me into a kiss you bastard, you pushed me into a situation where I could not do anything but melt to that touch and then you used some sort of weird magic or whatever to put me to sleep."

Trevil had approached the other while growling, stepping forward while his lips pulled back and his fangs showed, the heat of his cheeks burning further as all Valian did was smile and hum, "So then, would you like me to make it up to you? Before you go, I don't think I could stand to see such a special guest go unsatisfied. We could even take it back from where we left it. A kiss, something magical in the air, and perhaps more if you'd like it."

He was taken aback by his sign of aggression being set aside so gently, and more than that, taken aback by the warmth in the feline's voice. His cheeks that had been burning before were practically on fire, the flush on his face surely showing. Slowly, Trevil looked away and muttered, "I don't know if I can handle any more magic right now. The place you took me to was beautiful but even now I'm not sure what was real and what wasn't."

"And my offer of a kiss, of more intimate things?" Hummed the meowscarada.

Snorting, he looked back toward Valian and decided to play along, "You want to so badly? Fine, but you'll be spreading your legs for me. Don't think I'll let you take me so easily."

"Ohoh, it seems that I've been hounded by an absolute deviant, a devilish sylveon with claws and fangs. My, I'm shaking." Said Valian while placing a hand on his chest.

At first, he felt a little swell of pride from those words but he soon frowned as he saw the sneer on the feline's face. He raised his chin and huffed, "You know, I could ruin you, make you mine in a second."

"There's the bed, dear. I can fetch us a bit of lube and make sure that you slide in nice and easy but I seriously doubt that you'll be able to wear me down. By the end of it, you'll be the one drained, you'll be the one weak and vulnerable." And the feline then leaned in to rumble, their lips nearly touching, "And if you're not careful, you'll want to be mine."

He twitched as he felt himself try to stand against that sudden heat, his eyes narrowing as his lips pulled back to show a bit of fang but the only response the feline gave was to plant a gentle peck on his nose before turning away. One of his ribbons touched the spot as he wandered deeper into the room again. His eyes followed the movements of the feline as pride and warmth began to swell within. He'd be the one wanting to be owned? He wasn't quite sure about that. Most of the time he met other pokemon who were quite easily toppled, even a few humans that had been happy to receive his love but none could keep up with his intensity. That was to be expected considering what he was but here was this strange feline pokemon that claimed he could not only keep up with him but do so much more.

Trevil waited by the bed on his haunches as he tried to ignore what had happened on stage. Yes. Those lips had been pushing him back, those lips had melted him to the core but he had also been drinking. There was no way that he would succumb so easily now. And yet, he found himself nervous. There was a sensuality to this one that he was not accustomed to, and more than that, a casual sensuality. The meowscarada wandered through the room without a care in the world, back turned to him as the feline bent over to search through a drawer of some sort. His rear was on display, rounded and plump like a fruit waiting to be bitten into. Dark balls hung below as well, heavy orbs that he couldn't help but notice. When Valian turned around, he found his cheeks warming further as he saw a twitching shaft that was growing bit by bit, a clear sign of arousal marking what was about to happen.

His own desire was growing between his hindlegs, throbbing out of his sheathe as Valian walked to the bed to take a seat with one leg crossed over the other while sighing aloud, "Here we are, bottle of lube and all. Should I prep myself for you? Do you need a guiding hand on where to go, on what to do, shy little sylveon?"

"Fuck off." He rumbled before he got up.

Trevil walked to the edge of the bed, Valian chuckling and spreading his legs while peering at him with a small smirk. He pushed his nose against those heavy balls and let his tongue out while trying to pretend he wasn't enjoying the scent of flowers and earth. His tongue got to work, slipping up to carry one of those orbs nice and high before going down below. Trevil watched and listened for the other's reactions but all Valian did was sigh and chuckle. Fingers soon began to rub atop his head, claws dipping just a bit as he lowered his mouth. The taint was next for his tongue to mark, his nose beneath the feline's heavy balls as he kept on licking nice and slow. He made his way to the rear, mouth now pressed to Valian's puckered hole to let his tongue slip inside. Another chuckle, another sigh. He would have stopped right there and then if he wasn't so addicted to lapping away at this fruit. Salt kissed his tongue, the scent still carried by the feline's soft aromas. He kept on burying his tongue within, lapping at the outer layer whenever possible as if he were licking a treat. However, he kept on hearing those annoying chuckles, those sighs, and noises full of teasing hidden laughter.

Those sounds irritated him so much. He pushed his tongue deep into the feline's rear, giving it a lover's heated kiss as he started to twist his tongue about. He even spat to add more to the sensations pushed onto the feline, urging more of those sighs out that began to come without the chuckles. He could feel the fingers tensing through the fur of his head, could hear the intensity of the feline's sounds growing, but then another chuckle echoed above him. He pulled his tongue out and found himself growling. When all the feline did was chuckle again, he moved back and pounced onto the bed, his paws on the feline's shoulders as their eyes locked.

Valian sneered, "What's the matter? Something wrong? I was enjoying myself, you know?"

He muttered while digging his claws in, "Shut up and roll around on all fours."

When he pulled back, the meowscarada did just that without complaint. Both of his hands grabbed onto his rear to spread and reveal that darkened pucker slick with his drool spilling down to the balls. Trevil's ribbons got to work, taking the bottle from the bed to pop it open and spread that slick liquid onto the feline's ass. One ribbon went to work on spreading the lube inside, while the other moved to his shaft to get every inch of his canine member coated in the stuff. He should go in dry for how much this bastard was teasing him, and yet, he recognized that all Valian was doing was chuckling on occasion. There were no signs of hostility that he could latch onto but even then, those small little teases were enough to drive him wild.

Once he felt that it was enough, he tossed the bottle aside and mounted the feline without hesitation. He shoved his cock up against the showrunner's balls, thrusting until he was grinding along the shaft before pulling back nice and slow to let him feel every inch of it. It did not make him shiver, did not make him shudder but instead, he turned his head a bit enough for Trevil to see him grinning. The bastard was excited. Not even the slightest bit overwhelmed or concerned either.

There was a spot of irritation in him but that was being outweighed by the excitement of the situation. Someone who had the same type of passion as him and perhaps it was even more intense. He couldn't help but wonder, would he really lose out to this feline in the end? If he did lose, wouldn't that be fun? Wouldn't that be nice to simply be fucked into these sheets instead of being the one having to move things along all the time? He shuddered as he lined himself up, as he felt the tip of his shaft pressing against that sweet puckered hole. He wondered if he should be the one on all fours right now, and wondered if he could handle such a confident creature.

What broke him free of his thoughts was a long and drawn-out sigh, "My, are you so nervous that you're having trouble back there? You know, with a little powder or spell, I could calm you down just a bit. Or perhaps you'd like to get drunk to get a little confidence? Poor kitten."

Kitten? That tore it. He growled as he rolled his hips forward to begin slipping his cock inside. The feline's tight insides soon spread for him, his shaft dipping into the shallows. As soon as he was inside, he slammed his hips forward to fit in every single inch of his shaft. He could feel triumph on the horizon as he ground his cock against the deepest spots of the feline's ass, but as he remained inside and opened his mouth to try and make a snide comment, he noticed that Valian was still grinning. There was a flush on the feline's cheeks but he remained unbroken, not shaking at all either.

Slowly, he pulled out before thrusting forward hard enough to jolt Valian's body, the feline uttering a quiet sigh as he peered forward and purred. Trevil growled as he used his strength to drive himself into the feline's ass over and over again, his hips moving faster and faster with each push as he thought of nothing but wiping off that stupid grin from the feline's face. Every thrust jolted the feline's body forward, but Valian only continued to purr and even began to roll his hips back. Each thrust was met by a movement of the feline's body that helped to grind his shaft deeper. He cursed quietly as he could not seem to shake the bitch beneath him, could not shake Valian's stout form. He leaned down to express his frustration by biting down on the feline pokemon's neck, digging his fangs deep through the fur.

This earned him a gasp, but Valian only chuckled afterward as one arm came up to wrap around his head as if encouraging him to bite harder. Trevil bit down hard until he felt the skin, until he could feel his fangs threatening to pierce but even then the feline continued to rock his hips back against him, continued to purr and sigh in utter delight. It seemed like nothing he could do could shake Valian and his own mind was starting to falter as pleasure rose through him and crashed against his senses. Each thrust brought him a bit closer, his throbbing growing more violent, the tip of his shaft releasing lines of pre that made it easier to glide on inside of that lovely ass.

What was happening felt like a repeat of what occurred on stage. The kiss that had melted him so easily, his body weakening bit by bit. Now this constant grinding, his fangs on that neck that would not yield began to have the same effect. He found himself trembling from delight, his shaft bouncing more violently by the second as his thrusts weakened and his mind was filled with fog and steam. He thrust now for pure lust and desire instead of pushing to try and wipe that stupid grin away. The occasional chuckle didn't bother him anymore as all he wanted to do was let out his pleasure.

As his knot kissed the feline's rear, as he found himself ready to root himself inside without permission or care, Valian groaned, "That's it pup, knot me and let it all out. Show me the heat that you wanted to display on stage."

Those purring words, the heat inside of him begging to be released. These things encouraged him to slam forward and root himself deep within those tight walls, his knot popping inside without trouble and that was all he could handle. Heat lanced out of his cock, poured free inside of the feline's tight rear. Each twitch pumped another load, his fangs digging in just a bit harder as he struggled to keep his strength. He kept on pumping more and more but the feline held himself up with one hand and only moaned. His cheek was touched, was stroked gingerly by the feline's hand and there were gentle words whispered that caused his ear to twitch. Words full of desire and lust that nearly broke him down. He could barely remember his purpose in coming here, barely remember that he was a traveler. Right now, Trevil was lust-incarnate and had no care other than letting loose his desire.

He kept pumping and pumping. Each load seemed to empty more of his thoughts in favor of lust, in favor of that heat that kept his hips grinding forward even as he finished. The fingers on his cheek stroking through the fur pressed gingerly as the feline purred, "So much and just for me? Would you have fucked me this ferociously on stage? Either way, pull free so we can continue. I'm nowhere near done with you."

That purring voice sent shivers down his spine as he began to pull back, as he obeyed without thinking while muttering, "It might've been a bit embarrassing on a stage in front of a crowd but yes, I was ready to do that before I passed out."

His knot slipped free with a pop and he stepped off of the bed with a little wobble while staring at that stretched hole drip with his seed. Valian slowly got off of the bed while breathing out, "Hop on the bed on your back, pup. It's my turn to treat you just as roughly."

Trevil hopped up onto the bed and laid down, rolling over onto his back while keeping his hind legs spread while humming, "You know, I'm not even mad anymore. I'm just curious. You took it like a champ and you're raring to go still. I don't really think that you'll be able to knock the wind out of me. I'm more durable than you think."

Valian hopped onto the bed on his knees before sliding between his legs. Their cocks were pressed together, gentle fingers squeezing both causing him to shudder while the feline purred, "That's fine. Anything durable can be taken apart bit by bit with time."

The fingers on his shaft moved to brush along the fuzz of his crotch and then up to his chest, claws digging in just a bit. The feline's other hand held the bottle of lube that had been discarded and he slowly scooted back and back until his fingers were at his balls. The touch was far more gentle than he expected. What he had expected was the feline to bite down on him, to clutch him close and make him suffer but instead, there was such a softness to this touch that he found himself confused. He shivered as the meowscarada squeezed out cool lube onto his puckered hole, and shuddered as he felt two fingers start to push inside.

Trevil was about to open his mouth, about to say that he was more durable than that but a moan slipped from his lips instead as Valian dipped his fingers in all the way before stretching them apart. Valian chuckled while twisting his fingers inside the sylveon's rear, turning them before pulling back only to slam back inside. Warmth spread through his body, a loving soreness echoing from within as a third finger was shoved inside. At the same time, the meowscarada leaned down to plant kisses on his shaft, little kisses that trailed from base to tip. The fingers in his rear were moving quicker and quicker but the kisses were planted with such tenderness that he couldn't help but blush. His toes curled as his insides were stretched and prepared, and he gasped as the feline pokemon took his shaft into his mouth.

Down and down Valian moved his head, each inch of his shaft disappearing into that warm maw while the fingers in his rear slipped out one by one. When the last finger was out, the feline's mouth moved back off of his cock, tongue sliding along his member up to the tip. His chest was rising and falling, his eyes peering down at the feline getting into position. There were still doubts, still motes of anger somewhere in his mind but how could he resist this offer? A stranger's warmth was something to cherish, a stranger's heat was even better. The meowscarada took hold of his own shaft to squeeze and ease it against his puckered hole. As he began to poke and prod, he made note of the fact that the feline's member was something bigger than he had been expecting, a bit bigger than his own. Maybe his durability wouldn't last against this man but then again, that would be fantastic.

How many partners had he gone through that had not managed to upend him? There were many that wouldn't even try to enter him, couldn't even match the heat of his passion, and yet this stranger had managed to do that and was now taking charge. Behind that anger, behind his doubts; he found himself wondering how it would be to be fucked to his limit and leashed, how it would be to be made into a container for the lust of another, to be fucked and broken properly. No one had been able to do it before, no one had been able to even get close to it, and partially, it was because no one wanted to push him that far. They were all too soft but this strange and dangerous feline seemed like the type to not care. His touches, however, had been too gentle so now he wondered if that was at all possible. Valian proved him wrong immediately by dipping in and then slamming his hips down hard.

His toes splayed out wide as he felt himself get pounded, as the feline began to bounce and thrust into him again and again. On occasion, the feline would stop to grind forward. At the same time, claws gripped onto his side dragging up all the way until his cheeks were clasped, until he was drawn into a kiss. A growl slipped between them from the feline, a growl that brought a cool shiver down his spine. Their tongues met again, and just like the kiss on stage, he felt himself melting. The kiss reminded him of that moment of heat, that moment of weakness where he had been obeying the feline without question again and again. His mouth belonged to the man pounding him and yet, he fought against that thought as well. Trevil growled in return and pushed his mouth against the feline's, tongue wrestling for control until he heard the feline chuckle. He almost wanted to bark and ask what was so funny but the constant grinding inside of his ass kept him from even thinking about it.

Their lips parted and Valian hummed, "Relax, pup. Just lie back and enjoy this."

He huffed and snapped, "Make me!"

A gasp escaped him as he was given a little taste of revenge. The feline's fangs sunk through the fur of his neck and against the skin, pressing down hard enough to bruise while his hind legs were grasped by the ankles. He was raised up onto his shoulders, each thrust now put directly down inside of him as his neck was held in a vice by those fangs. Even still there was something more that was happening. He could feel a lovely sort of sensation swirling through his mind. It was the same type of feeling that had come over him on the stage. Would he be dragged into a new world of magic, or was the meowscarada simply using this trick to overpower him? It wouldn't work. He would not allow it to work!

Despite whatever he thought, whatever he said through snaps and growls, his mind was already growing fuzzier and fuzzier by the second. His vision blurred while his throat was bitten, while his body was pinned and his insides were stretched wide. Rougher. It could be rougher, meaner, more intense! Whatever concern he had, whatever anger he felt was starting to fade away, the spirit of competition melting to whorish desire. He whined and groaned, his hips trying to move to help the man pounding inside of him. It seemed as if Valian could understand his thoughts as his hips began to pound into him harder, as claws dug into his sides, and the fangs at his neck bit down harder.

He at least managed to keep himself from crying out for more, but still, he moaned aloud, still he whimpered and sighed as his insides were ravaged. One more thrust and suddenly, suddenly he found his insides full of thick warmth. The feline hissed quietly at his neck, clamping down harder as he kept him pinned while his insides were washed with seed. He shut his eyes and drank it all in, loving the feeling of what was happening at this very moment. The pressure of the fangs on his neck. The soreness of his stretched rear melding around the man's cock within him. And that constant pulsing heat pouring deeper and deeper within.

When his legs were let go, when his neck was released, he thought that would be it. His neck was suddenly seized by a hand, squeezed firmly as he was pinned down. He yelped in surprise at that sudden tightness and groaned as his cock was gripped and pumped. The feline leaned down to kiss his ear in such a tender manner while the hand around his neck continued to squeeze. His thoughts were full of purrs and chuckles, his bouncing shaft stroked faster and faster. The constant grinding of his insides, the pressure of having a hand around his throat, the threat and power being wielded over him! He had been fucked and bitten, pounded as rough as possible, and now he was forced to feel such pleasure. His mouth split into a twisted grin dripping with drool, his eyes fluttering in delight as he thrust against the hand pumping his shaft until he finally let loose a thick load onto his own stomach.

Letting go of his neck and leaning down, Valian whispered to his ear, "Good boy now, rest again and when you wake up. You'll be mine."

Trevil obeyed those words because of the exhaustion coming over him. No magic or alcohol this time. He fell asleep and stayed asleep for quite a bit, and when his eyes cracked open again he felt his head pound and his entire body ache. Slowly, he got up to see that he was still in the same room. The lights had been turned off and he heard someone breathing nearby. He turned to see Valian lying next to him. Frowning just a bit, he reached up to touch his own neck with a ribbon. There were parts that were sore, parts where he could feel the claws and the fangs still and his rear could certainly remember the pounding. There was something else, however. The bastard had put a collar around his neck. He was tempted to tear it off and start barking, start complaining but he shuddered at the symbol and left it there. Trevil supposed he could wear it until tomorrow when he wasn't so tired but by then who knows what that strange cat would do to him.

If he stuck around, then would there be a possibility of not being able to escape? Would there be more of that magic put down on him? Was this strange pokemon a monster or simply just a laughing creature in the dark? Either way, he wanted to stick around just a bit. With a yawn, he curled up against the feline pokemon and shut his eyes. Just to stick around to get revenge, just enough to turn the tides and show that he wasn't a pet. Despite saying that to himself, he left the collar on and allowed the world of dreams to take him. And by his side, the feline's eyes glowed in the dark of the room, a little chuckle escaping him.