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“Hey, I’m gonna go for a short hike down to the lake, you wanna come with?”

Zoey’s boyfriend Jake, a tall and tanned outdoorsy type, beamed at her. The young woman waved him away. “Nah, I’m still a bit sore from the hike this morning,” she said. She was a city girl, unused to the outdoors, and while she was more than happy to accompany her boyfriend on a multi-day camping trip to Petalburg Woods, she had nowhere near his stamina. “The lake’s what—a few miles away?”

“Won’t be too long,” he said defensively.

She laughed and kissed his cheek. “For you, maybe. Go and have fun. I’ll be waiting while you get back.” Jake waved goodbye and zipped the front flap of their tent half shut, wandering away. Zoey listened to his boots crunch against the dirt, growing softer and softer as he made his way. He had dreams of being a Pokemon Ranger someday, and she thought for sure he’d make it. She was excited on his behalf.

Zoey leaned back and just delighted in the sounds of the wilderness. The afternoon sun dappling through the leaves sent a shower of shamrock light against their tent, spotted with intermittent shadows as wind danced through the trees. The sounds of distant pokemon—the songs of Tailow and small barks of Poochyena—cascaded at her. This morning, they’d woken to find that a Silcoon had glued itself to their tent flap. Jake had laughed and carefully pried the pokemon free before taking it to a nearby tree to reattach itself to.

As the light deepened and minutes passed into an hour, then two, Zoey got her stamina back. Surely Jake would be coming back soon, right?

A devilish smile touched down on her lips. She had a particular activity in mind for the two of them tonight… after all, they had nothing but miles and miles of solitary wilderness to unleash their wildest desires on. A ranger like Jake was quite adept with ropes and knots… wouldn’t he be pleased to see her own progression in that regard?

Humming to herself, her body dancing with anticipation, Zoey stripped out of her clothes, folding them into a neat pile in the corner of the tent. Then, she plucked out a ballgag decorated like a Moon Ball, the charcoal-and-cobalt pattern lending itself well to her pale skin. Making sure the gag was nice and secure, she fished out some length of cord, first spreading her legs and tying them closely tight around the knees, making sure the knot was fastened good and tight and that the cord wouldn’t be able to be easily shaken free. By the time she was done, both her legs were fastened securely, her ankles pressed against the inside of her thighs and her lower half completely helpless. Afterwards, she carefully wound another length of cord around her torso, snaking it alluringly between her breasts and shaping it into a geometric pattern over her skin. Finally, she wrangled it into a loop around her arms and wrists, knotted it deftly with her fingertips, and pulled it tight.

And with that, the job was done. Zoey had trussed herself up, all vulnerable and ready for Jake to claim what he wanted. She slumped sideways against her sleeping bag, breathing through her nose, excited for her boyfriend’s return. He had been gone for hours already… she was sure he was about to come back, and then the real fun could begin.

It wasn’t long before she heard the crunch of heavy steps on the dirt outside. Sweat beaded on her forehead as she tensed in her bindings with excitement, the Moon Ball gag heavy in her mouth. Jake was about to be here—they were going to have the night of their lives, she couldn’t wait—!

The first inkling she had that something was amiss was the uncertain, almost fumbling attempts at the tent flap zipper. That was entirely unlike Jake. Why was he having a hard time? And wait; his silhouette against the tent… was it just the angle she was at, or was it a bit stockier, a touch shorter, than she remembered?

Then the zipper finally came undone and her heart plummeted with shock and apprehension. That wasn’t Jake.

It was a Vigoroth.

The sloth pokemon’s cherry-red nose snuffled as it poked its head in, and Zoey immediately felt a touch of panic. She was no trainer; she was an accountant, she barely knew a thing about pokemon! And what was worse, this was no playful Zigzagoon she could shoo away or a shy Wurmple poking its head out of the brush. This was a large, powerful, and dangerous specimen with powerful muscles and thick claws.

And here she was, bound and completely at its mercy.

The Vigoroth snorted upon seeing her and crawled inside the tent, its hulking form quickly occupying the space. Any hope Zoey had that it would be interested in just pillaging the snacks from her bag evaporated when the creature strolled right past it, angling its head at her inquisitively.

“Mmmph! Mrrrrrmmmmmph!” Zoey protested, her voice useless around the gag in her mouth. Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck! She was going to die here, attacked and brutalized by a wild pokemon, all because she’d been stupid and horny enough to truss herself up out in the wilderness!

The Vigoroth’s paw touched her thigh and terror spiked as she was sure the claws would tear and rend, but it wasn’t to be. Instead, the Vigoroth’s grip tightened as it used her thigh as a bracing point, its weight resting comfortably on her leg. Nose still snuffling, it dipped its head down between her legs, looking intrigued. Then it dipped lower.

Something warm and wet touched her pussy, and Zoey thrashed in protest.

“NNNMMMMMMRRRRRRMMMMMPH!” she howled. The unwanted touch was sending a lance of hot sensation through her body, her cunt nearly aflame from the sudden attention. She’d already gotten worked up from tying herself up and imagining what Jake would do to her, and now her body was receiving the attention it craved. It didn’t seem to care what the source was…

Even as sexual pleasure threaded a tapestry through her stomach and chest, making her fingertips tingle, her cheeks burn, her nipples stiffen, Zoey still felt adamant that this was not what she wanted. She’d almost have preferred if the Vigoroth had used its claws after all! She rocked back and forth, trying to free herself, but she’d done far too well a job in the ropes. She was good and bound and could not free herself. She slammed her legs closed, hoping to perhaps knock her knee against the sloth’s skull, but the pokemon caught her leg almost lazily with its free paw and held her there like it wasn’t even a struggle.

Zoey still rolled her shoulders back and forth, the action making the sleeping bag crinkle, but it was a completely useless gesture, something the Vigoroth seemed to understand. A split second later, its hot tongue started lathering the outside of her labia.

Oh fuck, the touch was good, and Zoey moaned into the gag despite herself. The Vigoroth’s lapping was raw, as expected of an animal; it moved forward with nothing in mind but its own satisfaction. There was something about the rough, indulgent strokes, the hot tongue lathering her only to sate its own desires, that kindled a burning amidst her loins despite her wishes.

The tongue stroked lusciously over her clit more than a few times and without fail, it sent Zoey’s back arching against the cords. Eventually it dipped inside and Zoey whimpered, the already-tremulous sound weakened even more by the patterned gag. Her cheeks burned. Oh fuck. She… she wasn’t going to cum from getting eaten out by an animal, was she? This wasn’t… this wasn’t what she wanted…

Tears sprang to the corners of her eyes, summoned by a deluge of sensations and emotions: needy and animalistic want; shame at how much she was enjoying this; fear that Jake would come back and see what was happening; and sheer desire for it to stop, for it to not go any further. Despite how useless it was, she still strained against the cords, the rope digging into her arms and ribs. Why had she done it up so tight? Why?

After long, lovely, miserable minutes of being eaten out by the Vigoroth, the sloth pokemon finally pulled its muzzle from Zoey’s sopping slit, her own juices caked lewdly about its fur. Any thought that the creature had had its fill and would be on its way were instantly dashed when Zoey saw what was between its legs.

The Vigoroth sported a thick, formidable red erection. It—no, he—wasn’t done with her yet.

The creature looked hungry and eager, and Zoey whimpered again as he touched his paws to her flesh, lining up his cock with her hole.

“Nnnnnnnnnn,” she moaned against the gag, trying desperately to close her legs despite how utterly helpless she was. The wild pokemon kept them spread with an almost lazy pressure. “Nnnnnnn… nnnnnggggggffffff…”

Please, she thought desperately as the pokemon’s cock stroked her outer lips, making her spine dance at the touch. Oh please, oh please, let Jake come back, let the Vigoroth get distracted, anything, not this…

But her thoughts were dashed when the creature rushed in. Zoey’s vision haloed, filled with sunbursts; raw sensation erupted in her and she heaved for breath through her nose, a sound matched by the pokemon as he snorted satisfactorily. He spent a few seconds just holding in her, the thickness of his cock unmatched by anything Zoey had ever had inside of her; Arceus, why was he so big, and why—why did it feel good?

With a confident grunt, the Vigoroth hiked out of her only to slam back in, and Zoey’s voice broke as she came. Her whole body crashed with orgasm, trembling, her limbs shaking weakly against their bindings; saliva pooled against the ballgag as she moaned incoherently, some of it slipping out to drip onto her collarbone. She clenched despite herself, squeezing like a vise around the Vigoroth’s formidable wild cock, and the pokemon grunted pleasingly.

And then he really took her.

The sensation that followed was so raw, so wild, that Zoey wondered how she even managed to stay awake during it all. The Vigoroth fucked her fiercely, passionately, animalistically with a fervent, ferocious pace, rawing her over and over through her orgasm, and the sensation of being so thoroughly fucked even as her overstimulated body was singing with bliss and tingling with the mix of pain and orgasmic pleasure was all-too-much for the poor woman.

Zoey slumped back against her bindings, no longer even trying to fight back; she just quivered helplessly, taking it, adrift on a smorgasbord of sensations that completely overwhelmed her, chasing away any thoughts. For the moment, she could barely remember where she was or what she was doing; her whole body was nothing but unfiltered orgasmic bliss overlaid with the sweet, tender burn of having a wild beast fucking unapologetically into her again and again and again, her sore cunt, already stimulated from her orgasm, exploding with sensation. She hissed vainly against the moon-crested gag, tears streaming from her eyes, as the Vigoroth gave her another orgasm, this one riding the high of the first, and the sheer sensation of it all was far too much for her. Zoey was barely cogent of the sudden tension in her vagina as the Vigoroth held and grunted, of the hot flush as he came in her, of the creature’s breathy and pleased grunts.

The Vigoroth held inside of her for a few minutes, stroking and pawing at her in what might have been a parody of human affection. Zoey didn’t care. Her heart racing, the cord tight against her, she laid on her back and stared up at the tent, vaguely aware of the wind tickling a soft sound out of the forest leaves; her cheeks were flushed with want and tears beaded at the corner of her eyes in denial and shame.

Eventually the pokemon seemed to have his fill. With a grunt, he slid out of Zoey, his human pet shuddering as her sore and aching cunt closed, hot pokemon seed slipping out of her. The Vigoroth turned and without a second glance trundled back into Petalburg Woods, leaving Zoey helplessly tied there, flushed and leaking pokemon seed, her body speckled with sweat. She could do nothing but whimper and sob against her binds.

Jake showed up not even ten minutes later.

When the ranger-to-be poked his head into the tent, he gasped the sight: his meek girlfriend done lewdly up, completely naked, helpless and bound; her hair splayed and dirty, her cheeks red with a post-coital flush, pokemon seed and her own juices pooling shallowly together between her legs.

“Zoey, what—you—” He swallowed, his query dying, and he rushed into the tent and with shaky hands began undoing the bindings. Zoey leaned back, letting him do it, feeling soiled and shameful and useless. She didn’t know what he was going to think of her. She didn’t know what she thought.

All she knew was that she wanted to flee this forest, never looking back.