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A young Zoroark mother wakes from her slumber. Her kit is close by her side, nestled into her arms. The Zorua's eyes are still blind and his ears cannot hear, but he knows he is safe so long as his mother is near. Being merely an infant, still deaf and blind to the world, the little kit is unaware of the scandal surrounding his existence. All he understands is the hunger for his mother's milk, the feel of her warm fur, and the caress of her soft tongue as she cleans him. The mother Zoroark knows, however. Ever since the day she entered her fifth heat and failed to find a mate, she had known only the hunger for a male.

During a hunt she had stumbled across a campsite of a trainer and his Pokémon. The Gardevoir had been unsuccessful in defeating her, her type disadvantage allowing the dark female to almost kill her. The Zoroark had nearly been defeated by the Blaziken starter the trainer had used, but in the end, she was victorious. The trainer collapsed in a bleeding heap. She had felt sorry for him, only defeating him out of necessity once his Gardevoir had attacked her foolishly, but her heat reminded her of the importance of the defeat. He was unguarded, helpless, and very much male.

The Zoroark made quick work of his clothing, ripping it apart before deciding she'd prefer to have a willing mate. She disguised herself as a human female, with long black and red hair, long red nails, and blue eyes. When the trainer came to, she pretended to be concerned, pretended that she had found him unconscious and was worried about his safety. He was grateful to her, and she repaid his kindness by allowing him to be her mate. Few words were spoken as she fell to all fours, her bestial nature forcing her to submit to this man. At the sight of this beautiful female, the trainer's cock stirred and readied for her, and with little more than a grunting passion, he hilted himself within her depths. She left him after, allowing him to wake in confusion, wondering if it had all been nothing more than a dream. Her heat had been answered, and several months later, she gave birth to her beloved kit.

Now as he wakes beside her, he whimpers, earning several soft licks and paw strokes over his tiny form. His mother takes care of him well, providing him with food, shelter, love, and shielding him from the cruelty of humans. In her heart, she knows this child of hers will someday face the cruelty of man, but until she no longer cares for her baby, no man will come near him.

The days pass on as her kit continues to grow. His eyes see for the first time, and he recognizes his mother by scent, and now by sight. He can see his home within a hollow tree, and the dawn's light through the root nest he resides in. He can see his first solid food, meat freshly killed by his mother, and he knows she is caring for him as she should. As the kit continues developing, he begins to hear, the sounds of his forest home, his mother's voice, her growls, and her soothing words. In his mind, all is well.

Soon, the Zorua kit begins joining his mother in her hunts, and it is then that she notices the oddities about her baby. He begins running on two legs, his limbs too oddly matched for him to run as a Zorua should. His arms are short, and his legs are long. His fur is shorter than normal, and his hair is not the proper length. He is a hybrid, and it is obvious. The Zoroark mother weeps for her son, knowing he will not be accepted and knowing her time with him grows short.

The seasons fly by, and as her kit reaches his second birthday, a familiar scent floats through the air, calling to the Zoroark female. Her time with her son has reached its end. Turning to the kit, her eyes take an icy glare. As her unnamed Zorua baby looks up at her, unsteady on his feet and sniffing the air, she bristles.

"Mother? What's wrong, what's that smell?" The kit asks, earning a soft growl from the Zoroark female. She smiles, her glistening fangs shining.

"It is spring, my child. It is time for me to venture out into the world and time for you to do the same." She replies, vaguely aware of a calling in her body. The kit looks around, confused. As he reaches for his mother's paw, she growls and bares her teeth at him, sending the kit crying into a corner of the den at her frightening reaction.

"No, child. You must remain here until after I am gone. You are old enough to go your own way." She growls, earning a wide eyed whimper from her child. The tiny Zorua kit rises to his feet, his oddly shaped legs difficult to balance on.

"Mother, why are you leaving me?" He whimpers softly as the Zoroark female prepares to abandon her nest, and with it, her beloved son.

"Because, my child. All Zorua kits are left to fend for themselves after a time. You must be strong if you are to survive. You are part human, your father was a trainer wandering through the forest when I stumbled upon him, and it is his scent now that calls me to seek him out again. Your human blood will make you strong, farewell my child." The Zoroark calls to her kit, giving him one last lick across his forehead before she exits the den and races off in the direction of her mate's scent.

"She'll be back, she has to be back. She wouldn't just leave me like this." The Zorua hybrid cries to himself. He decides to curl up in the hollow of the tree to await his mother's return.

Days pass as the kit waits for his mother; he eats nothing, conserving energy for her return. His body loses weight rapidly, and his mind becomes clouded by his hunger, only the morning dew keeping him from dehydrating and wasting away completely. He hears footsteps outside the den, and his already weakened mind gives him the hope that this sound is his mother. He races out from his den on two legs, weak and wobbling as he crashes into the furry body of what he believes to be his mother.

"Mother! Mother! I'm so glad you're back!" He cries, earning a malicious snarl from the furry creature. He looks into the eyes of the now enraged Espeon female and quickly removes himself from her form.

"Get your filthy hybrid hands off me. I am most certainly not your whore mother, and it is appalling that you would dare to compare me to such filth." She hisses, firing a psybeam at the Zorua kit. He is barely able to dodge the blast and as it hits him, he feels a blossoming of pain flowing through his limbs and brain. Crying out as the Espeon leaves him where he lies; he rises to all fours and limps back to his den in pain.

By the following spring, the Zorua kit is nearly full grown for a hybrid child. At three years old he can feel his body gaining strength as he lives by himself, the attack with the Espeon causing him to hate his mother and regret ever waiting for her to show her face. Trainers routinely wander through the woods, and each time, the hybrid kit gives himself an illusion to escape, usually becoming a human, a bird, and even turning into rocks or trees. His illusions are more advanced than most Zorua kits, and by his fourth birthday, he's managed to learn how to mimic almost any living being.

As the kit reaches his eighth birthday, he has learned that he is an outcast. Wild Pokémon attack or shun him, trainers toss food or stones at him and flee, and trained Pokémon attack him for fun and experience. His life consists of fighting and running, hiding and running, and eating and trying to sleep without having to run more. He becomes an expert at healing his wounds and stitching his injuries closed, and his levels rapidly progress, but still no trainer will capture him. His hatred festers for his mother, and before long, he finds himself hating hybrids in all forms, and all those who would allow their mating to create one.

By his ninth birthday, a familiar scent floats through the air towards him, and he recognizes it as a female in heat. As a hybrid his life span will be that of a human, and so his body matures more slowly. He can smell the female Zorua and Zoroark, in addition to the Mightyena, Pachirisu, Pikachu, and many other species, and he knows breeding season has come again. This year, however, he feels a stirring in his body. One of the female Zoroark notices his body's reaction to her scent and she approaches him.

"Well, well, if it isn't the little outcast. My, and what's this? You've got some nerve thinking I'd let your little freak body mate with me." She hisses, slashing through the hybrid male's arm like warm butter. As the Zorua hybrid clutches his shredded arm and runs, he can feel his cock growing limp in its sheath. As he sits in his den and stitches his arm, a male Mightyena walks up to him with a vicious snarl plastered on his face.

"Hey, Freak. Don't ever go near my girl again, or the last things you'll see are my fangs closing around your throat. The only thing a little bitch like you is good for is a chew toy for us real males." He snarls, watching as the hybrid male sighs and continues sewing his wounds shut.

As his wounds heal and scars form, the Zorua hybrid is continuously attacked by Pokémon and Humans alike. Running away from yet another attack, he falls down a steep hill and begins rolling. Before he hits the bottom, he hits something soft and sends it flying. Quickly the Zorua hybrid jumps to his feet and lets out a low and vicious snarl.

"Please don't hurt me." A young Vulpix female whimpers as she tries to rise to her feet, her back leg mangled from an attack of some sort. As her injured leg hits the ground, a soft yelp rips through her mouth. The Zorua kit laughs in disbelief.

"You think I'll hurt you? I've spent the last ten years of my life running and hiding from the world because half of this forest wants my blood to paint the ground, and you think I could hurt you? I'm a hybrid, disgusting filth worthy of nothing more than death, and you're asking me not to hurt you? Are you kidding?" The hybrid growls, turning away from the Vulpix before hearing her voice whispering to him.

"I don't think you're disgusting at all. I'm Jeovi, at least, that's the name I answer to. I was owned by a trainer, but he decided I wasn't worth the cost of food and a Pokéball, so he beat me, used me as target practice and released me into this forest. Do you have a name?" The young Vulpix comments, causing the hybrid to turn and face her. As he sees the hope in her eyes, a smile slowly creeps across his face.

"No, my mother abandoned me years ago. I'm not worth a name." He sighs softly as he motions for the Vulpix to follow him back to the crude den.

"So, this is where you live?" Jeovi asks as she follows him inside, the Zorua hybrid looks at her and smiles.

"Yeah, pretty much. Come on, your leg will get infected if you stay outside for too long, that is, as long as you don't mind being next to a freak like me for long." He replies, earning a nervous giggle from Jeovi as he treats her wounds.

For the first time since his mother abandoned him, the Zorua hybrid falls asleep feeling comforted by this strange young Vulpix. His dreams are plagued by nightmares as he sleeps, images of Pokémon and humans attacking him in a rush of hatred fill his vision and his blood flows freely from his form. As he looks up, he sees the eyes of his attackers glowing red, and as he watches, the body of a Vulpix is impaled on bleeding claws. A scream echoes from somewhere, and as he's ripped from his dreams, the scream continues, originating from his own mouth. As he pants heavily and looks around, Jeovi nuzzles him, thrown backwards by a wild-eyed hybrid.

"Jeovi, I-I'm sorry." He whispers, noticing the blood running down the side of Jeovi's muzzle where his claw dug into her flesh. The Vulpix looks at him sadly.

"It's fine. You were having a nightmare and screaming, so I wanted to make sure you were alright. This scratch will heal, but are you okay?" Jeovi asks, her concern evident in her voice. The Zorua hybrid looks up at her and sighs, a small smile visible on his face before he turns to the wall of the den and curls back up.

As daylight lights the hollow the Zorua hybrid resides in, Jeovi looks to him and wonders if he eats anything. Noticing her look, the Zorua kit smiles at her, his first real smile.

"Cool it, girl. I'm not like a cannibal or anything. I just need to go out and catch something so we can eat. Which do you prefer, Pikachu or Stantler? If you want venison, I'm gonna need some time to bring one down." The kit comments, his claws glinting in the light. Jeovi looks at him like he's insane.

"You mean you have to kill something to feed us? Why can't we just get some meat from the store, where I don't have to remember that it used to have a face, but since you're being so nice, Pikachu is fine." Jeovi comments before realizing that as a Pokémon himself, the Zorua hybrid won't have any money.

"Alright, electric rat it is. Please don't try to walk around much though, I don't want to have to fix your leg again. It's best if you just lie down until I get back." The kit comments to Jeovi, his eyes lowering to her wrapped leg before he realizes she can see him staring at her and runs off with a blush.

Shit, I can't be doing this. I'm a hybrid, trash, a freak. There's no way a young female like Jeovi could want me, breeding season or otherwise. The Zorua's thoughts run wild as he looks for a small Pikachu to bring down. Finally spotting his prey, the kit stalks the yellow mouse silently before using his illusions to make himself appear as a Bellsprout. As he gets within striking distance of the Pikachu, his illusion breaks and with a flash of his claws the Pikachu is dead. As the Zorua kit looks down at his claws, he notices bits of yellow fur and flesh sticking to his fur, matted there with blood. His mind flashes back to the dream where Jeovi was impaled on his claws and he feels slightly sick. As the Zorua hybrid picks up the still twitching body of the dead electric mouse, he shudders, knowing how easily he ended the Pokémon's life.

As the hybrid gets back to his den, he notices Jeovi has a small fire going with twigs and dried bark from the hollow. As he sets the Pikachu's body down in front of her, he's aware of Jeovi's haunted gaze.

"I never expected to see a dead Pokémon as food before. I have to say, I'm probably not going to enjoy this as much as I would had I not been able to recognize it." Jeovi comments dryly, earning a nervous bark of laughter from the Zorua.

"I'm not forcing you to eat it, Jeovi. You can burn it for all I care, but I'd like to have some food if you don't mind." He replies before breaking through the Pikachu's ribs to get at the tender meat on its body. Jeovi looks as though she's about to puke at the sight of her companion ripping up the carcass of a Pokémon he slaughtered, but hunger soon wins her over and she begins drooling at the scent of fresh meat.

"Here, I'll get rid of the fur so it looks like the meat you get at the human stores. use your fire attacks to cook it." The Zorua kit comments, handing her a small chunk of meat. As Jeovi takes it from him, she's aware of how human he looks, his skin visible beneath his fur and his paw showing five claws instead of the usual three. As she eats her piece of meat, she thinks about what to call the nameless hybrid.

"Hey, Zorua. Would you be upset if I gave you a name? I mean, if we're going to stay together for a while, assuming you allow it, I can't just call you Zorua." Jeovi suddenly comments, causing the hybrid to cough on his piece of meat. As he spits out the half chewed chunk of Pikachu meat, he looks at the Vulpix with an awkward expression on his face.

"You mean you'd actually WANT to be friendly to me? You'd give me a name?" He asks, his entire body radiating joy for the first time in his life.

"How about Nameless? I mean, it has a certain air of mystery to it." Jeovi suggests, earning a fearsome smile from the young kit.

"I guess so. I mean, it's better than being called Zorua. Though, I have to say, it makes me sound like a super hero or something." The kit replies, laughing softly. As the fire dies down, Nameless tosses the body of the Pikachu deep into the forest, having been taught by his mother to keep the decaying remains away from his den to ward off predatory Pokémon. As Nameless enters his den, he's aware of Jeovi's body curled up on his bed. As he sighs and makes his way over to the pile of leaves, he notices how cute the Vulpix is and curls up beside her, slipping into a deep and dreamless sleep.

The next few weeks of Nameless' life leading up to his tenth birthday are filled with joy. Jeovi teaches him all about how humans and Pokémon live together, both the good, and the bad. When Jeovi tells Nameless that while some Pokémon do seek out their trainers as mates, it's very uncommon, and humans almost never accept the offspring of such a mating, Nameless gets a crazed look in his eye.

"Why did she do it then? She should have known I would be labeled a freak." Nameless hisses, slamming his fist through the trunk of a sapling, snapping the tree in half. Jeovi nuzzles him and whispers soothingly to him.

"Most wild Pokémon don't know all that much about humans. Other than knowing they carry devices that can capture them and that trained Pokémon are as gods because they don't have to hunt or hide to survive, a lot is left blank. When a female is in heat, all she sees is a male who can end her heat, other than whether or not the two can breed together, she doesn't notice or care about the rest, Nameless. Believe me, males are lucky they don't really have a true heat cycle." Jeovi comments, earning a groan from Nameless.

"Jeovi, not to offend you or anything, but I'd rather have a heat cycle than be a hybrid any day. One is significantly more natural than the other." Nameless comments back, earning a soft giggle from the red fox.

"Unless you're a male." She replies, running ahead of Nameless with her tails waving behind her. As Jeovi turns back, she's stunned to see a bright light enveloping the Zorua hybrid. As she watches, the outline of the kit shifts and bends before her eyes. When the blinding light fades, a taller bipedal Pokémon is standing in Nameless' place, a malicious gleam in its eyes and razor sharp claws and fangs make him a fearsome sight. As Jeovi looks at him, she's aware that the fox's hybrid nature gives him a major disadvantage over the normal Zoroark males. Instead of thick fur and a skin sheath covering his tapered vulpine cock, Nameless has nothing to hide his anatomy from the world. As Jeovi watches, a small pulse seems to ripple through the dark skinned appendage, causing the blunt head to harden and rise, and a fleshy bulb to inflate at the base. Nameless notices Jeovi's gaze fixed on his male anatomy and a blush rises under his fur.

"Jeovi, could you do me a favor. I can't go out looking like this, I mean it's bad enough I'm half human, but it's really cold with such short fur. If you could find a house nearby, do you think we could raid it for a pair of pants?" Nameless whispers shyly, snapping Jeovi's gaze back to his face. As the red fox blushes until she's almost glowing, she nods, and runs towards the direction of the town.

It's nearly dark when the Vulpix returns, a pair of dark blue jeans in her mouth. As she drops them at Nameless' feet, the hybrid smiles at her, his eyes soft and warm again.

"Thank you Jeovi. You're a true friend, you know that?" Nameless comments softly, tears almost filling his eyes at the realization that he's no longer alone in the world. As he puts on the pair of jeans and zips them up, he's aware of how strange he looks, a short furred, dark skinned Zoroark with humanoid eyes, wearing human clothing. As Jeovi looks up at him, she can see his eyes changing as he loses himself in thought and she decides to leave him alone.

As Jeovi walks back to the den, she's aware for the first time, that she's found somebody who really doesn't judge her for her fighting ability, only for her heart. As she sighs and curls up with her tails covering her and cushioning her head, she's aware of Nameless coming into the den, now a tight fit for the larger hybrid, and curling up around her, his hair draping over her like a blanket.

"Good night Jeovi, sleep well." Nameless whispers as he gently strokes the fox's back with his long claws. Jeovi shudders as she feels his claws across her fur, but it isn't a bad shudder. As she looks up at Nameless with her eyes sparkling, she's aware of his gaze fixed on her.

"Good night Nameless. I hope you find peace in your dreams." She replies, knowing that for a long time his dreams have been plagued by nightmares. Nameless smiles gently at her, his fearsome appearance softening as he gazes at the Vulpix female, before he rolls over and falls asleep beside her.

As dawn breaks and the forest fills with the chirping of Pidgey and Spearow, Jeovi wakes to find Nameless already out of the den. As she looks, she's aware that the Zoroark hybrid is muttering to himself while picking at a freshly killed Stantler. As he carves some of the meat off the body and slices it into thin strips to dry, his voice reaches Jeovi, and she realizes that he's singing.

"You'll never be strong enough,

You'll never be good enough,

You were never conceived in love,

You will not rise above.

They'll never see,

I'll never be,

I struggle on and on to feed this hunger

burning deep inside of me."

As Jeovi hears the words of Nameless' song, she can't stop herself from running to him and nuzzling against him, causing him to stop his tearing of the Stantler carcass.

"Jeovi, what brought this on?" Nameless asks, shocked as the Vulpix female repeatedly nuzzles his side. As he looks down at her, he can see tears in her eyes.

"Nameless, you shouldn't have to be alone like that. I can't imagine you doing anything to deserve such horrid treatment. Even if the world hates you, I never could. I love you Nameless." With those words spoken, Jeovi betrays her deepest thoughts. Nameless looks at her with wide eyes, his body trembling as he looks at the younger fox.

"Jeovi, you shouldn't say things like that. Not to me. Not to a freak." Nameless comments, his eyes closing as he rises from the carcass and runs off into the woods, leaving a stunned Vulpix staring after him in disbelief. Unknown to Nameless, Jeovi means every word, and so she sits and waits for him to return all night.

By the morning, Nameless returns to his den, expecting that the Vulpix he saved will be long gone, hating him for running. What he sees, however, is that Vulpix sitting in front of the tree den with bloodshot eyes after not having slept all night. As Nameless walks towards her, Jeovi cries out before running to him and collapsing in tears against his body.

"Jeovi, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said those things to you last night, but I was scared. Nobody ever loved me before." He comments softly, causing Jeovi to smack him with one of her six tails before growling at him angrily.

"You idiot! I told you I love you. What did you think I was joking or something?! I was worr...you DID think I was joking, didn't you?" Jeovi suddenly stops in mid sentence before realization floods her, causing a horrified expression to cross her mind before she gently nuzzles the Zoroark hybrid.

"I don't joke about things like that, Nameless. I never could." She replies softly before looking around, noticing that the forest is strangely silent.

"Nameless, run. Something's wrong here." Jeovi growls suddenly before tail whipping Nameless into moving. As soon as the pair begins running, a Lucario and Weavile come racing through the woods.

"Jeovi, what's wrong, why are they chasing us?!" Nameless asks, before he leaps into the branches of a tree while Jeovi follows on the ground.

"There's a trainer coming, he wants to capture Pokémon from these woods, and the two of us aren't native to this area, he'll think we're rare or something. Circle back and get to the den!" Jeovi calls before she turns and goes a different direction from Nameless. Nameless doesn't look back as he turns and goes towards the den, as he enters, he turns back and looks with horror as the Weavile slices through Jeovi's injured limb and sends her tumbling before she can reach the opening of the den. Before Nameless can react, a sphere flies through the air and envelopes Jeovi in red light before sucking her in. The last thing Jeovi says to the hybrid is a cry for him. As Nameless watches in shock, a trainer picks up the sphere and opens another, a large dragon shape emerging only to fly them all away from the forest.

By the time Nameless can move again, there are no traces of the trainer or his Pokémon, much less Jeovi. Nameless roars his frustration to the woods around him before his eyes turn dark with rage.

"I will find you Jeovi. I love you, so I will find you, and I will make you my mate." Nameless growls before taking one last look at his den before he begins tracking down his Vulpix companion.

Weeks pass as Nameless continues his search, his entire body aching from constant running as his eyes burn from refusing to sleep. His thoughts are tormented by the things Jeovi told him about her trainer.

"Nameless, my trainer, before he would beat me and call me weak had another purpose. He would take me to this Pokémon Daycare and pay for me to stay there during my heats, and leave me with his much stronger male Pokémon. If I was lucky, the two of us wouldn't get along and I'd just be damaged upon my return to him. But if we were compatible types, the male would force himself on me and I'd end up pregnant. My kits were always taken from me though, or sold to the Daycare owners for money. I hate humans, they have no idea what it's like to be owned by somebody else." Jeovi had commented in tears as Nameless wondered what kind of trainer could do something so cruel. He knew she had been abused, her body bore scars and patches of missing fur where her trainer had used her as a punching bag, but Nameless had never thought she'd endure something like that. Seething with anger at the memory of her words, Nameless snarls and continues running, his body pulsing with pain at the abuse he put it through for the last few weeks.

"I promise you Jeovi, I won't give up until you're here with me again." Nameless hisses. As it happens, the Zoroark hybrid comes across a small town, filled with trainers and their Pokémon. Most of the trainers either try to battle him or they stare and call him a freak as he searches through the yards for any trace of Jeovi or the Pokémon who attacked her, but as usual he comes up empty on his search. As he turns to leave, he comes across a man in a strange uniform, only the letter A visible on the cap and jacket the man is wearing.

"Hey, a Zoroark, those are rare these days. The boss will love me if I bring this thing home." The man mutters before pulling a Pokéball from his belt and tossing it in the air. As the red light fades, a Mightyena is standing before the hybrid, a look of pure malice on the Dark type's face. Nameless growls back before he addresses the trainer.

"You humans make me sick. You threaten your Pokémon with death while making them do your bidding, you abuse and torment them and still they obey you. I don't have time for this shit." Nameless growls, not even caring if this human can understand him, so deep is his rage at having his first real friend and love taken from his side.

"Shit, this one can talk!? Mightyena, use bite!" The trainer yells as his Pokémon growls menacingly before lunging at Nameless with his fangs bared. Nameless looks at the Mightyena before a malicious glare crosses his face, causing the Mightyena to pause, mid attack. Nameless smiles before his claws begin glowing faintly with dark energy.

"I don't want to hurt you, Mightyena, but you and your trainer are in my way. Either leave now, or I'll have to show you what happens to those who get in my path." Nameless growls, causing the trainer to recall his Pokémon and run. With a smirk, Nameless continues on his path, pausing to sniff the air trying to get a read on the trainer who took Jeovi from him.

"Damn, that waste of time caused me to lose her scent. Now it will take even longer." Nameless hisses as he takes off running in the direction he last smelled her.

Nameless runs through the woods towards the small town, Jeovi's scent strong on the breeze. As he runs through the tall grass, he notices most of the Pokémon here are weak bug types. They avoid him for the most part, but when he stops to rest for a few hours, he finds that the forest is also among those that hate hybrids. Opening his eyes, Nameless finds himself staring into the stinger of a queen Bedrill, her eyes narrowed dangerously at the intruder so close to her massive hive. Nameless growls threateningly before his claws glow darkly again. Just as the Beedrill raises her stinger towards the Zoroark's throat for a killing blow, his lightning fast reflexes sink his claws into her body, causing blood and viscera to coat the tree and his fur.

"Sorry bitch, I'm too close to my goal to die today." Nameless comments, shuddering at the thought of how his body reacts to him killing the Beedrill. The Zoroark hybrid gathers the larger pieces of the body and digs a large hole under the tree, depositing the remains in the hole with a genuine look of sorrow on his face. With a look of disgust at the blood coating his body, Nameless sniffs out a small pond to wash himself in, taking off the blood coated pants Jeovi stole for him and dipping them into the water. Once the garment is off, the effect of his killing is obvious, his cock already pulsing at half-hard.

"Damnit, I'm not a killer. I cannot be getting off on ending something's life. That's just not me." Nameless chants to himself as his pawlike hands reach down to grasp his growing erection, gently stroking it as he pictures Jeovi in his mind. As he imagines rutting with her, what her first time for him will be like, images of his claws digging into her flanks flash through his mind. As he feels his body tensing for his release, sinking down into the cool pond, suddenly his mind decides to torment him, showing him running his claws through her soft vulpine body, ripping her apart. As Nameless reaches his release and sends jets of his seed rushing into the water, his eyes snap open at the thought of damaging his beloved so terribly. As his erection shrinks, Nameless is forced to face the fact that he's just gotten off thinking about taking the life of his beloved with his own claws.

"Jeovi, I'd never hurt you. I never could." Nameless mutters as he rises from the water and shakes himself dry like a canine. Looking around the small forest, Nameless manages to find a hollow tree, unoccupied, to rest for the night. Curling into an awkward ball, sleep finds the exhausted hybrid.

"Nameless, you've finally found me!" A voice calls to the Zoroark hybrid. As Nameless looks around, he sees a field in front of him. Paying no mind to the scenery change, Nameless walks towards the source of the voice to see a Vulpix standing and waiting for him.

_ "Jeovi, is it really you? I've been looking everywhere for you!" He calls to her, Jeovi nods and runs up to him, nuzzling him repeatedly._

_ "Jeovi, I need to ask you something. I need you to be honest with me." Nameless comments, his tone suddenly serious. Jeovi pauses, looking up at him with concerned eyes._

_ "I've been meaning to find you, to ask you if you'll be my mate." Nameless explains, his voice breaking with fear as he betrays his deepest desire. Jeovi looks at him lovingly._

_ "Of course, Nameless, I'll happily be your mate. I've loved you since the moment I met you!" She states happily, before turning from Nameless and lifting her tail off to the side, presenting herself for her mate._

_ "You really want to? Now?" Nameless asks, unsure of himself. Jeovi nods and Nameless positions himself behind her. As Nameless slips his cock into Jeovi's depths, he feels a power filling his body. As his thrusts within her depths become erratic, signaling the beginning of his release, the power seems to flow out of him, and for a single moment, he's lost. The claws gripping his lover's hips begin to rip and tear flesh, and his jaws, only gripping the scruff of her neck before are now tearing through bone and flesh alike. As Nameless finds his release within the soft body of his Vulpix mate, her life is draining out onto the ground in a river of crimson blood._

_ Nameless pants as jets of his seed pulse into Jeovi's body, finally looking at his mate only to be widened in horror as he takes in the broken and bleeding corpse he's left. With a shriek, Nameless feels himself falling into an endless sea of red._

_ _ "JEOVI!" Nameless shrieks, waking from his nightmare only to slam his head against the tree he's nested in. Rubbing the wound, Nameless pants, trying to calm himself.

"I'm not a killer, I'm not a killer, I'm not a killer." He chants, his entire body shuddering at the thought of killing his intended mate. Nameless decides now that he absolutely MUST find Jeovi, no matter what the cost.

Nameless runs through the town at high speed, taking on the form of a human male so he can go unnoticed. His sense of smell tells him that Jeovi HAS to be here somewhere. As the Zoroark hybrid reaches the last house, scented by a Lucario and Weavile, he knows this MUST be the house where Jeovi is being kept. As he looks around the yard, Nameless sees something that almost makes his heart stop.

Under the large tree in the yard of the house, a beautiful, well cared for Ninetales rests with her beautiful tails gently fanned over her body. A few yards away, a young male trainer is training with a Weavile and a Lucario, the three of them practicing various battle stances and sparring. Nameless can no longer help himself and approaches the Ninetales sitting under the tree.

"I tried to find you, you know." Nameless growls from behind the tree, his illusion now that of a trainer. Jeovi turns to her friend, not recognizing him at first, until the sunlight catches the illusion and makes it flicker.

"Nameless? Is that you?" Jeovi questions, her face lighting up as she takes in the sight of her old friend. Nameless looks at her with sorrow in his eyes before daring to speak again.

"Jeovi, since you were captured, I've been hunting for you. I've missed you so much." Nameless whispers before hugging her tightly, causing the previously oblivious trainer and his Pokémon to notice the strange "trainer" in their yard.

"Hey, get away from her!" The trainer, Conan Rockwell, snarls at the Hybrid, causing him to turn. However, it is Jeovi who stops them from bloodshed.

"Conan, dear, this is Nameless, he's an old friend of mine. Don't worry, he won't hurt us." Jeovi calls to her trainer, showing off her beautiful silk translating collar. Nameless turns to look at her, wondering about her use of endearments and plural when Jeovi looks at him excitedly.

"I've been meaning to tell you, Nameless. I'm a mother now." Jeovi whispers as she lifts her tails to reveal six Vulpix kits nursing from her. Nameless feels his heart breaking as Jeovi finally sends him over the edge with her next statement.

"Conan's their father. He's such a loving man. These kits are hybrids, just like you Nameless!" Jeovi bubbles excitedly, not noticing as Nameless finally breaks. All of the torment he suffered as a kit, all of the injuries inflicted on him by human and Pokémon alike, all of it comes rushing back in a wave of pain. Nameless collapses, grabbing his head, the illusion breaking along with his mind.

"Jeovi, you shouldn't have done this. I loved you, I wanted you as a mate, but now, knowing how much pain I suffered for being a hybrid, you willingly brought more of them into the world?!" Nameless growls, his voice no longer that of a scared hybrid, but the voice of a monster. As Jeovi gasps and looks into the Zoroark hybrid's eyes, she sees only crimson pools of emptiness and cruelty.

In a flash, Nameless has Jeovi pinned against the tree, her throat gripped by his claws hard enough that blood begins to run down her creamy white fur.

"Don't you DARE compare me to those abominations you've birthed!" Nameless snarls, his eyes glowing red. Using his speed, he quickly dashes toward Conan and his two Pokémon, slitting the throats of the Weavile and Lucario like warm butter. Conan screams in terror as his beloved starter and companion are cut down in front of him. Jeovi stares in shock and horror as the blood of her teammates is spilt in front of her eyes.

"I wanted to mate you, Jeovi, I loved you, but if you want to fuck a human so damn much, I'll let you watch as everything you care about is destroyed in front of your eyes." Nameless snaps, picking up two of the pups and impaling them on his claws. The screams of the Vulpix hybrids fill the air as their blood and entrails coat the Zoroark hybrid's claws and fur. Within minutes, Jeovi's litter lays dead at her feet. Nameless smiles wickedly as he stalks over to the trainer and begins slashing away at him, not stopping until all that remains is a mass of mangled tissue and broken bone. Then Nameless turns to Jeovi.

"Nameless, I thought you loved me. Why are you doing this?" The Ninetales cries as she nuzzles one of her dead children.

"You misunderstand, Jeovi. It is because I love you that I'm allowing you to live. I won't rest until every last hybrid is dead. The mere thought of a human loving a Pokémon and a Pokémon bearing the offspring of their trainer is a truly sickening notion." Nameless hisses, before attacking his intended mate.

Jeovi screams as Nameless slashes her with his claws, her tails severing, attached only by sinew and slivers of bone. Her ribs are broken by the force of Nameless repeatedly kicking her sides, and her jaw is fractured along with her mind. As Nameless walks into the place she called home, grabbing a pack of cigarettes and another pair of pants, Jeovi nuzzles her trainer's corpse repeatedly, crying as his blood spreads across the ground. As Nameless walks away, Jeovi howls, her voice cracking by the time she's done.

Nameless is gone by the time the police are called. The reek of decay summons the neighbors from their homes. The scene is a truly gruesome one, the bodies of infant Vulpix littering the ground as piles of dead flesh and tissue covered in flies and maggots lie near the house beneath a spray of dried blood. The Ninetales that birthed the kits is long gone, the night it happened she crept away, her broken body protesting as her mind slowly continues to break.

One of the officers has an unnatural sense of pride as she examines this terrible scene, of course, unless one looked at her beneath the sun's bright rays, they would never know that she was merely an illusion. Plenty of officers had come to this scene for a dose of realism. Most of the time the police only dealt with the schemes of various criminal teams stealing Pokémon or the occasional hunt for illegal Pokémon, such as the area's taboo on keeping more than three Houndour in a yard. This time however, is different. The sheer destructive force of the criminal responsible sends shockwaves through the region. News programs spend weeks broadcasting the gruesome deaths as the monster known to the media as the "Hybrid Butcher" continues his path of destruction.

Weeks into the constant broadcasts, one observant detective seems to notice the flickering of a single female officer, and it is then that the notion of a murderous Pokémon finally enters the equation. Of course by this time, Nameless is long gone, moving on to the next region.

During the weeks after the attack, Nameless has truly become a monster. His body now toned for killing and breeding, he's unstoppable. This particular evening, the blood colored sunset casts a shadow on his current den, a small cave in the side of a large hill, one of the abandoned secret bases of the area. Contained within are roughly twelve creatures, two of them trainers, the rest Pokémon. Nameless had come across them in a particularly bad mood, and now, he's holding them hostage. As he returns from his hunt, tossing the carcass of a Rapidash he poached from a farmer's corral in front of them, the two trainers seem to fight each other for what little meat he offers them.

"Hey now, take it easy. You two will get enough so quit fighting." Nameless growls, causing them to fall silent as their captor observes them. Nameless has developed his skill beyond what most Pokémon are capable of. These two trainers were found in the middle of a passionate encounter with their main Pokémon, and Nameless struck. With their Pokéballs constantly out of reach, and no Pokémon capable of taking down the powerful hybrid, the trainers were given a choice; submit or die.

"Pity I don't care to know your names, but you see I've never been one to play with my food, granted it is mating season still, and you two are rather delicious specimens." Nameless growls, his eyes glowing maliciously at the younger of the two female trainers. Her name is Alice, and her starter, a rather stunning Combusken had become dinner for the twelve of them courtesy of Nameless' claws almost a week ago. Now, Alice would become the prey of this horrid monster.

"If any of you even think of escaping while I'm having my fun, consider yourselves dead. I don't particularly care how long it takes to kill you all, I'll still do it." Nameless grunts as his claws slash through what little remains of Alice's clothing. Removing the blood coated pants, long overdue for a rinse in the stream, Nameless reveals his aching length to the damp air of the cave, earning a whimpering scream from his intended victim.

"Don't worry now, my dear. I don't intend to let you live long enough to produce anything from this. I hope you don't think I'll be gentle either." Nameless almost purrs before his five claws slam into Alice's hips and hit bone as Nameless digs his fangs deep into her throat before his length is sheathed within his prey. Not bothering to take his time, Nameless begins his hard, merciless thrusting, every delicious inch of his prey open to his assault. Alice can feel her life slipping away at the hands of this monster, but her body still reacts to him, much to her shame. As Nameless' vulpine knot swells within her, Alice grunts as her body peaks with the monster's killing treatment. Nameless releases himself within her before one of his clawed hands tears away from her hips and plunges into her chest, much to the other trainer's terror. As Nameless grins, his mouth filled with blood, his hand retracts from his victim's chest and reveals her heart, beating in his grasp before he slowly cuts the organ away from its ties to Alice's body. Dropping the corpse to the cave floor and watching as the blood flows into the dirt, Nameless takes a large bite out of the girl's heart, enjoying the taste of the sweet flesh more than he thought possible.

"See? Was that so difficult?" Nameless growls with laughter in his tone as he turns to face the remaining trainer, her eyes wide in terror as she sees her fellow captive reduced to nothing but a bleeding mass of ruined flesh in front of her.

"You're a-a Monster!" Jessika, the remaining trainer shrieks before cowering further in the corner of the cave. Lying a few feet from her is what's left of her starter's remains. Nameless had eviscerated the Hitmonchan before her eyes, leaving the corpse to rot in the cave. Jessika had frozen when her beloved Hitmonchan had been killed. They were in the middle of mating when Nameless had jammed his claws into the fighting type's stomach, coating Jessika in blood and viscera. Nameless had laughed when she fell to the ground, cradling the torn and bleeding body of her lover. Now, the monster hybrid stands before her, the same joy in his eyes as he glares at her.

"My, my, such harsh language. I'm well aware of what I am. I'm a hybrid, one of the things your body would create if I hadn't interrupted your little fuck fest with that Pokémon of yours. You don't get it. You humans mate with Pokémon and in the end something like me is created. Unloved, left to fend for itself until it either withers away and dies, or becomes strong enough to survive by killing others before they land a fatal blow. I'd happily die, but I won't do it without a fight, and since nobody seems willing to dirty their hands with my freak blood, I guess I'll just have to keep killing." Nameless hisses before he digs his claws into Jessika's throat, not deep enough to sever any major blood vessels, veins, or cause her untimely death, but instead rips through her vocal cords to prevent any further commentary.

"I happen to prefer my prey mute. Nothing personal." Nameless growls before running his razor sharp claws over Jessika's breasts. Jessika hisses in fear, her throat failing to allow her to make a sound as her captor begins stroking his length as his claws carve symbols into her flesh.

"See, I don't HAVE to kill you outright. I can be nice." Nameless smirks before letting out a raspy burst of laughter. His fangs sink into Jessika's shoulder, ripping through muscle and flesh before he pulls back, his jaws coated in the thick ruby liquid.

"You taste divine, my sweet prey. I wonder if you'll feel this good when I'm mating you." Nameless hisses as he forces Jessika's legs apart and positions himself to take her. With a violent thrust and a relieved gasp, Nameless finds himself sheathed within his victim. Already feeling as though he's about to burst, and sensitive from having released inside the other trainer, Nameless doubts he can hold on much longer.

"You're much tighter than that other Pokéslut. I wonder if that was your first time mating with your Hitmonchan." Nameless taunts, watching as Jessika blushes vividly even with her eyes squeezed shut.

"Oh my, so it was your first time. Good thing I interrupted you then." Nameless growls as he continues thrusting deeper into the girl's depths, nothing but the grip of her tight pussy on his hard cock registering in his mind. As Nameless continues his rough thrusting into the girl's body, he continues lapping up the blood from her torn shoulder, each time his fangs taking a little more from her.

"I apologize for making this so short, love, but I need to finish up here and go back to tracking down that blasted fox." Nameless snarls as he suddenly remembers his original quarry and with a quick bite to Jessika's throat, finds his release within her depths. As the trainer's vision fades to black, tears flow down her cheeks at the thought of dreams that will forever be left unfulfilled.

Weeks later, the bodies are found, decayed and scavenged along with ten Pokéballs in stasis mode containing badly damaged Pokémon. The worst off is a Ninetales, missing three of his gorgeous tails, suffering a severed front paw, eight cracked ribs, and a broken jaw. The media is only informed of the trainers' identities, and the details of the ruined Ninetales are of course left out. Unfortunately, a few miles away, a certain fox Pokémon is mourning her losses at the hands of her would-be mate.

"Nameless, why would you do such a thing? You killed before out of necessity, but to kill my team members, to kill my trainer, and my poor kits, you've truly become a monster." Jeovi sighs, her body protesting violently with every step she takes as she wanders deeper into the cave. Even the other Pokémon avoid her now, too afraid to face the damaged fox.

"Jeovi, I love you!" An echo fills Jeovi's mind in the voice of Nameless, causing her to suddenly realize why her Zoroark companion suddenly snapped.

"I'm a mother now...These kits are hybrids just like you!" Jeovi's own words fill her mind as she begins to whimper, her body shuddering.

"Trainers used to throw stones at me, Jeovi. I'm a freak, unwanted and attacked wherever I go. Nobody can love me. Nobody ever will." Nameless' voice fills Jeovi's mind from when they were getting to know each other before he evolved. Jeovi's whine becomes a high pitched shriek.

"Conan is their father. He's my mate now." The final words of Jeovi's voice are enough to snap the fox.

"I did this. I turned him into a killer. It's all my fault. I'm the one to blame." Jeovi chants over and over, a shriek still echoing from her broken body as she stares into the distance. Jeovi rises and with unfocused eyes, she walks deep into the cave, towards a small ledge with nearly a dozen red colored boulders the size of Vulpix.

"Hush now my babies, I won't let him hurt you again. We'll be safe. We're all safe." Jeovi mutters before curling up with her stone kits.

As the weeks pass, Nameless perfects his technique, leaving behind a trail of destruction, each crime scene worse than the last. It isn't long before he comes across a familiar scent, though at first he doesn't recognize it. Once he gets closer to it his eyes widen.

"So, Mother, it seems I've found you at last." Nameless hisses, his eyes narrowing in rage as he begins stalking the aging Zoroark female who brought him into this world. Nameless is not entirely surprised when he sees that his mother has yet another litter, hybrids of course, already the four young Zorua are walking on two legs. Nameless growls menacingly as he sees his siblings.

"Get away from my babies!" A loud snarl echoes through the forest clearing where Nameless is stalking his siblings, causing the Zoroark hybrid to pause and glare at his mother.

"Well, pity, you don't recognize your own son, Mother. You're right to try and warn me away though, I'm here to end their pitiful lives before they find out what life has in store for them. Did your human mate abandon you finally? Or are you just looking for another human to spread your legs for?" Nameless snarls, his rage on display as he stares down his mother, the female Zoroark growling back at him as he walks closer to her litter.

"Too slow." Nameless whispers as he vanishes in a burst of speed, his claws impaling his siblings one after the other without ever leaving himself open for attack. Helplessly his mother watches as her son kills his brothers and sisters, their screams echoing in her ears long after the breath is gone from their lungs. When Nameless appears again, he's coated in the foul-smelling blood and entrails of his siblings, holding his sister's heart in his hand before eating it, the blood dripping down his muzzle.

"My babies, what have you done you MONSTER!" The Zoroark female shrieks before lunging at her son, missing as Nameless sidesteps and tosses the remains of the heart he was eating to the ground.

"Well, Mother, if it's a fight you want, then a fight you'll have. I'll even fight on your level. Just know you're going to die either way, I refuse to lose to an old whore like you." Nameless hisses as he strips, placing his blood crusted pants on a tree branch before growling and lunging at his mother, his speed allowing him to dig his claws into her arm before she can evade him.

"You can't win against me. You'll die like the rest." Nameless shouts as he leaps into the air, narrowly avoiding his mother's Night Slash. Nameless comes down with Aerial Ace and delivers a powerful kicking slash to his mother's back, paralyzing her as he snaps her spine.

"Looks like you can't escape now. The question is, should I defile you like the others? Or just kill you slowly. Which would hurt you more, Mother?" Nameless smirks, taunting the Zoroark female as he leans in just out of reach of her front claws.

"I'll kill you! I'll end you for killing my babies!" The Zoroark female shrieks as Nameless watches, his length slowly hardening as he listens to his mother's empty threats.

"You forget, Mother dear, I was your baby too. You have nobody to blame but yourself for everything I've done. You made me. You are responsible. You will die by my hand, but first I'm going to show you the kind of monster you made." Nameless hisses as he strokes his length a few times, growling softly in pleasure as he watches his mother shivering with fear.

"You wouldn't! You can't possibly think of mating me!" Her shrieks are now irritating to her son and so he takes one sharp claw and places it at her throat.

"I LIKE hearing my victims scream, but your voice is actually a turn-off to me, Mother. Do shut up before I sever your vocal cords." Nameless snaps as he moves behind his paralyzed mother, propping her up on all fours as he lines up his throbbing erection with her opening. With a whimper of pain from her, he slips inside her depths, his claws tearing into her sides and hips with a snarl.

"See? This is what you made. I could be gentle on you, but I doubt a slut like you would even feel it. Besides, this is punishment. I want you to suffer, Mother. I want to feel you die." Nameless snarls as he speeds up, his knot swelling outside his mother's depths as his claws slowly rip into her. The Zoroark female shrieks as she feels her hybrid son's knot slamming against her opening, her depths dry from fear and causing her pain from his roughness.

"Time to die." Nameless whispers as his balls tighten, his knot forced into his mother's depths as his release begins. With a vicious smile on his face, Nameless slits her throat with his claws, nearly severing her head. Turning the detached skull to face him, Nameless looks into his mother's dead eyes with a grin before ripping himself away from her body, his cock still pulsing jets of seed onto her blood-coated fur.

"I wonder where that human ran off to. I look forward to paying Dad a visit." Nameless growls before dashing away from his mother's corpse without a second thought to find his sire.

Weeks pass without a single report of death in the news, all of Nameless' time dedicated to hunting down his sire. The humans of the world begin to lower their guard, believing that the Hybrid Butcher is gone or captured. Little do they know that he's only just begun his reign of terror. During the time Nameless tracks his remaining parent, the unknowing human male who created the monster, people of the world begin trying to keep themselves safe in the only way they can. Laws are passed in all but two of the regions making interspecies relationships illegal, turning the Hoenn and Sinnoh regions into a haven for Hybrids, and a perfect target for Nameless' rage.

"The Hoenn Region...it reeks of hybrid filth. I never thought that humans could be so stupid, breeding with creatures they see as little more than pets. This world is unclean." Nameless hisses from his disguise as a Mightyena. He had tracked his sire's scent to this region, but in the process also discovered another scent, a Hybrid like himself. With his priority on making sure the hybrids were all wiped out, he had tracked it down, only to discover a Linoone hybrid going mad from the amount of power trapped in her human body.

"More proof that we were never meant to exist. I'd pity you if I could, but since I can't; I'll just end you instead." Nameless hisses as he pursues the power-blinded hybrid, observing as she executes an entire den of pureblood Linoone, an inhuman shrieking echoing in her throat as her face is coated in blood. Deciding that she's done enough, Nameless leaps onto her back, his claws ripping through her flesh, paralyzing her in nearly the same way as he did his mother. As the Linoone hybrid falls, she cries out, sounding almost human for the first time since her power drove her to change. As Nameless slits her throat, not even bothering to use her broken body to sate his lust, for the first time since he began, he feels disgusted by killing.

"This wasn't even fun for me. A mercy killing at best, besides, I can't have her running around and taking all the credit for my kills." Nameless growls before washing his hands in the nearest stream. As the sadistic maniac sniffs the air, a smile forms on his lips.

"Looks like I've found my sire, at last." Nameless laughs, melting into the shadows as he nears the house the scent originates from.

Pokémon Trainer Lucian Blackwell had long ago given up his life on the road, twice now having encountered a strange female on deserted paths during the spring. The first time Lucian had been unsure of what was going on, but the second time convinced him that he was a victim of a shape shifting Pokémon like Ditto or an illusionist Pokémon like Ninetales or Zorua and Zoroark. The giveaway was when the strange girl had shimmered when the light hit her, giving him a glimpse of the oddly colored eyes. However, Lucian had put these events behind him, eventually settling down and marrying his traveling companion, Elaine Smithfield. Together, the couple had two daughters, Marie and Laura, and a son, Hikaru. It is with these children that Nameless finds his sire, and with Hikaru that the demon Zoroark begins his slaughter.

"Daddy! Look, a Pokémon!" The young boy cries out, his black hair a fluffy mess as he points at Nameless, disguised for the moment as an Absol. Lucian looks up from the newspaper he's reading to where Hikaru is pointing, only to see the most fearsome Absol he's ever gazed upon staring directly at him. Rising from the table, he walks over to his son, trying not to show how nervous he is around the Disaster Pokémon.

"Hikaru, I think you better come inside now. Leave the Absol alone." Lucian whispers, fear evident in his voice, causing Nameless to smirk at his sire's actions. As the boy turns and runs inside, he waves at Nameless, causing the hybrid to smile gleefully.

"Oh, dear little brother, you're going to make this far too easy for me. Our sire is going to weep over your blood when I rip you limb from limb. I wonder, will he realize who I am? Or will he think that I'm just a monster?" Nameless hisses under his breath, his eyes staring intently at the door before he breaks the illusion, unaware that Lucian is still observing him from the safety of the house.

"So, it's a Zoroark then..." The sire of the beast comments, his eyes closing as he pinches the bridge of his nose, fully aware now that his past has returned to haunt him.

Hours pass and evening fades into night with Hikaru, Marie and Laura tucked into their beds, silently dreaming of the day when they're allowed to follow in their father's footsteps and become Pokémon trainers. Elaine takes two of her sleeping pills from the bottle on her nightstand before joining her husband in their bed, her consciousness fading swiftly and claiming her in a deep slumber. Lucian however, remains awake, his thoughts troubled by the Zoroark from earlier.

It is during this deep thought process that Nameless makes his move. Almost silently, the hybrid breaks into the house, slipping through the rooms bathed in shadow, only his eyes gleaming with his vicious intent. Sneaking into the room where his half-siblings dwell, he gags them all without waking them before finally slipping into the room where his sire is still contemplating the earlier appearance of the hybrid male. Nameless laughs sadistically from the corner before moving so he's next to Lucian's bed where Elaine is still captured in a dreamless sleep, and as Lucian watches, Nameless looks him dead in the eyes and begins speaking.

"Hello, Father. Long time no see, well actually I've never seen you exactly, only smelled your reek all over my mother." Nameless growls, a cigarette in his fingers as he lights it and takes a long drag. Lucian looks at the fearsome hybrid with wide eyes.

"Father? What do you mean?" Lucian asks as he watches Nameless gently caressing his wife's cheek with one of his five crimson claws.

"So slow to catch on, especially considering how much you must have enjoyed that Zoroark whore. So, Dad, how was it? Was Mom a good fuck? I know for a fact she was a feisty bitch for me." Nameless chuckles before digging his claw into the sleeping Elaine's cheek just enough to scratch her skin, still not waking her from her drug-induced slumber.

"I must say, you've chosen quite the catch for a wife. Hopefully you'll figure out who I am soon enough." Nameless growls as his claws slice through Elaine's nightgown, leaving her naked in front of the Zoroark hybrid and her husband. Lucian glares angrily at the Pokémon in his bedroom but before he can make a move, Nameless uses the ripped gown to bind and gag his father.

"Can't have you calling for help, now, can I. Don't worry, there's no shame in this, at least none of you will live long enough to feel it. Don't worry, everybody gets a turn." Nameless hisses as he removes the blood crusted jeans to expose his already hardening length. Lucian fights against his bindings, but ultimately is forced to watch as his unconscious wife is raped by the demon Zoroark.

"Gotta say, Daddy, she's such a good fuck I might have to keep her around for a while, been a long time since I've felt anybody so deliciously tight." Nameless groans as his claws dig into Elaine's hips, his hard, throbbing cock pistoning in and out of the heavily sedated woman as her body reacts to Nameless' rough treatment.

"Even in sleep she's such a willing lay. Nice change from the bitches I'm used to forcing." Nameless comments, watching his sire's face contort in rage as he struggles against his bindings.

"Heh heh, I'm gonna keep her around a while, pity I can't flood her with my seed, wouldn't want to impregnate her just yet." Nameless growls as he pulls out, stroking himself to finish as his essence coats Elaine's body, causing the room to reek of sex. Nameless turns to Lucian, a sadistic grin on his face.

"I know for a fact we have several hours before she'll wake up, since I replaced her usual sedatives with something a little stronger, so now, my dear father, you're going to accompany me to your children and watch as I show you what happens to those who would dare to create hybrids." Nameless growls, roughly dragging Lucian's bound form into the room where Hikaru, Laura and Marie are sleeping peacefully in their beds, bound and gagged by the demon Zoroark.

"See, I had plenty of time while I waited for you two to pass out. I think we'll start with your eldest, Laura, she looks so much like your wife, even though she's only five. The real question is, should I do to her what I'm going to repeatedly do to Elaine, or should I just gut her and paint the room with her entrails?" Nameless pretends to actually think about what he'll do before a smile spreads over his face.

"Both it is." He cackles before slicing through the pajama set Laura was wearing, exposing her young body to her father and half-brother's eyes.

A muffled plea comes from Lucian, Nameless turns to look at his sire, tears streaming down the human's face as he watches his sadistic spawn about to rape and murder his precious daughter.

"No, I won't spare her. You need to be taught a lesson, and I already told you, everybody gets a turn. Even you." Nameless growls, his eyes darkening malignantly as he turns back towards the bared child, his hand stroking his length to hardness as his claw cuts patterns in the sleeping girl's flesh, causing her to wake with a yelp of pain.

"Oh look, she's awake. Hello Laura, my sweet little sister. I'm truly sorry, well actually I'm not, but because of what Daddy Dearest did, you're about to know what true pain is. I hope that's alright, don't worry, it will most certainly kill you." Nameless hisses as he roughly digs his claws into Laura's stomach, causing a gurgling shriek to escape her lips through the gag. Nameless follows by giving a sharp thrust of his hips, burying his shaft up to his knot in the young girl's now bleeding pussy.

"You should know, Dad, I don't enjoy doing this to kids nearly as much as I'm going to enjoy fucking your wife to death. Take comfort in that fact, it's all you're getting." Nameless shouts to Lucian, the human man now curled up in a ball crying his eyes out so he doesn't have to watch his daughter die in front of him.

What seems like hours pass, and Nameless finally releases in Laura's ruined body, her life's blood spreading in a pool of crimson over the bed as Nameless slits the girl's throat before moving on to the next daughter and doing the same. As Lucian watches, Nameless severs Marie's head, picking it up and opening the three-year old's tiny mouth and thrusting his length inside, skull-fucking the child's severed head as her body bleeds under him. Once he's released into her, Nameless moves to Hikaru, feeling a strange affection for the frightened boy, his sisters' screams having woken him in time to watch them getting tortured.

"Hello Hikaru. I'm your brother, wanna play a game?" Nameless questions, his claws fully extended as he roughly flips the boy onto all fours. Lucian cries out from his corner, the scent of urine filling the room as Hikaru releases his bladder out of fear, tears falling from his eyes as he feels the monster who killed his sisters gently tracing patterns on his back with deadly claws.

"Yes, the scent of fear. A wonderful scent that makes my heart sing." Nameless states poetically, roughly thrusting his claw through the boy's thigh, causing him to howl in pain. Unknown to Nameless, he's hit more than muscle with his attack, his normally artful method of killing is cut short as a steady spurting of blood pours from the child as he slumps over, death claiming him before Nameless even gets a chance to play.

"Well that sucked." Nameless growls as he pushes the dead body of his half-brother away in disgust. Turning back to Lucian, Nameless smirks.

"Well, at least I still have you to play with. But I think your wife is due to wake pretty soon, so we're going to give her a little show to wake up to, alright dad?" Nameless growls as he once again drags Lucian into his room and tosses him roughly against the wall.

"I want to hear your screams, Dad. I want to hear you cry and beg for mercy as I show you the monster I can be. Killing your children was a game compared to what I'm about to do, so feel free to scream." Nameless hisses as he slices through the gag, his claws leaving a gaping hole in Lucian's cheek.

"You're not my son, you're a monster. I'll never give you what you want." Lucian growls, the deaths of his children strengthening his resolve to fight his demon spawn. Nameless chuckles, his eyes closing as he bares his fangs in a wicked grin of laughter before stopping long enough to address his courageous sire.

"Oh no, Dad. I most certainly am your son. My mother's scent is all over your filthy cock. I assure you we are blood. As for you giving me what I want, you seem to believe I'm giving you a choice. That's not how I work. Not with you, and certainly not with your wife. So, Father, you WILL scream for me." Nameless snarls, his eyes growing dark as he roughly pushes his father onto all fours.

"See? That's a good man. On your knees like the filthy bitch you bred." Nameless comments with a sadistic laugh as he picks up a short walking stick from the corner of the room. Turning it in his hand, Nameless smiles, at the top where one would normally hold the stick, is a large brass bulb, roughly the size of a man's fist. The entire length of the walking stick is carved in a twisting pattern like a dragon's horn.

"What are you going to do with that, impale me? Hit me? You've already killed my children, your siblings by your own admission." Lucian snarls, his face turning red from anger as he sees the Zoroark hybrid spinning the walking stick.

"No, dear father. I told you I would treat you like I would any other bitch, it's just since you only have two holes and I don't trust you not to bite me, I'm going to use this in place of my own cock, and I'm going to fuck your ass until it kills you." Nameless states bluntly, by this point noting the change in breathing patterns of Elaine, and knowing she's going to wake up soon. As Nameless positions himself behind his sire, one clawed hand firmly on his back, the other holding the bulbous end of the walking stick against his asshole, Lucian closes his eyes and begins praying that death will claim him quickly. Nameless roughly forces the walking stick into his sire's ass, grinning sadistically as Lucian begins screaming, his body struggling to force out the massive intruder as he feels his muscles tearing apart. Nameless continues forcing the walking stick further into his father's bowels, aware of every delicious inch of tearing tissue and muscle as the resistance to his torment slowly gives in. Blood begins pouring from Lucian's ass, a sickly brown sludge from Nameless ripping through bowel and muscle alike.

"You're so messy, Father. If I'd have known you were this disgusting, I'd have thought to cover the floor." Nameless growls as he slowly begins driving his claws into his sire's back, the needle sharp points slowly beginning to collapse his lungs and allow stomach acid to leak into his chest cavity from the vital injuries. Lucian uses his last full breath to scream in agony as his entire body feels as though it's on fire, every tiny wound coming together in a massive burning ache that threatens to take over his vision.

"Do shut up." Nameless growls, his ears flattened against his skull in pain as he slits his sire's throat to sever his cries. Finally with his sire's body gushing blood and other fluids, Nameless is sure of the man's demise and pulls away, tossing the stick to the side. As Nameless turns to face Elaine, his body is dripping with blood, making him truly look like a demon. With a wicked grin, Nameless walks closer to her, gently whispering to her as she struggles with her bindings.

"Hush, I won't hurt you, sweetheart. You're far too beautiful to end up like the others, you know. Your husband created me, I'm his son. Yes, his son with a filthy Zoroark whore. He had to die. His children had to die. But you've done nothing wrong. You've seen far too much, I'm afraid, but I have no reason to kill you, not just yet anyway." Nameless explains, checking over Elaine's bindings before lifting her onto his back and leaping through the broken window.

"Don't worry, Elaine, I'm gonna have so much fun with you." Nameless calls as he finally reaches the abandoned Secret Base this week finds him occupying. Tossing her down roughly, Nameless smiles as he walks around the cave, an old board creaking as he steps onto it to cross a small hole in the floor. As Nameless watches his new plaything, he remembers the box in the corner and gleefully runs over to it. Opening the box he pulls out a dusty blanket and tosses it to Elaine, hitting her bound form in a cloud of dirt.

"I'm sorry, Elaine, it's just been a while since I've had guests. The last time somebody was here it was a pair of trainers I fucked and killed. See, I'm a bit traditional when it comes to my views, I won't let anybody live who's mated with me. After all, anything I breed will birth a hybrid, and I'm wiping them all out. Conflict of interest I guess, but because I'm still part Pokémon, I get those damned mating urges that I have to satisfy, so I end up fucking whatever unlucky sod happens to cross my path. Now fortunately, I have you, so the only unlucky one around here is you, sweetheart." Nameless explains with a laugh, his eyes narrowed as Elaine tries to scream at the thought of being raped by this monster. Nameless smirks at his bound victim, his eyes focused on her stomach where traces of his seed still remains, dried and stuck to her flesh.

"I probably should mention, this won't be the first time I've fucked you. In preparation for killing your family, I dosed you with enough sedatives to knock out a Charizard, you were actually the first one to be fucked though. Hope you don't mind, I pulled out before any of my seed could take, you know, since I'm not killing you anytime soon." Nameless chuckles as he watches the look of horror on Elaine's face. Nameless stares at Elaine in disgust as she begins gagging at the thought of being raped by him while she was drugged, her body unable to do more than cough up bile. Though the acidic stench burns the hybrid demon's nose, he still walks over to his prey, almost pitying her.

"I know you hate me, everybody does, but think of this as a gift. I could have killed you and painted the walls with your entrails, but instead I'm allowing you to live." Nameless growls, removing the blood crusted jeans and tossing them into a corner, leaving his limp, vulpine cock exposed to Elaine's eyes. Nameless notices her staring at him and chuckles softly.

"I know, it's disgusting, isn't it? Half human, half Zoroark. You have your dead husband to blame for this. Which reminds me, that basically makes you my mother in a sense, now doesn't it? How does it feel, knowing that your husband's son is now your captor? How does it feel knowing that this is the only cock you'll ever be fucked by again?" Nameless questions, his voice taking on an enraged growl as he thinks about his sire. It is then that an image begins to appear in Nameless' mind, entirely unwanted, and horrific to the demon Zoroark.

As Nameless stares at Elaine's bound form, he begins to imagine her going into heat. He imagines taking her like the human bitch she is, slamming his knot into her depths and filling her with his seed. As his eyes go unfocused with his thoughts, he begins to imagine Elaine's form swelling with pregnancy, the kits she carries his own. As he realizes what that would mean for him he shakes his head as if to clear it of those notions, after all, he's sworn to kill all hybrids, not create more of them. As he looks up, he realizes Elaine's been speaking to him.

"I don't know what you are, but I will NEVER submit to you. I would rather die than let you touch my body again, you monster!" Her words making Nameless burst into maniacal laughter.

"Oh, my dear, that is just too rich. You actually believe you have a choice? Believe me, sweetheart, I will kill you. However, your death will be on my terms. I will end you when I see fit, after all, you're my toy now, and I don't want my new toy to be broken just yet." Nameless snaps before lifting Elaine and positioning her against the wall of the Secret Base.

"Rest up. You'll need your strength." The hybrid growls before leaning against his own wall and slowly drifting off to sleep.

As dawn breaks a loud shriek echoes in Nameless' ears and he leaps up from his spot against the wall. Nearly four months have passed since he first took Elaine from her home, and she's been broken into an obedient slave to the demon hybrid. Her shrieks alert him to an intruder on the secret base, this time a wild Raticate, viciously snarling from the entrance.

"Vermin...you picked the wrong place to invade." Nameless growls as his claws slash through the rat Pokémon's neck, sending a spray of blood that immediately hits Elaine and paints her tattered clothes. No longer traumatized by her captor's sadistic tendencies, Elaine merely removes the shredded nightgown and tosses it aside, leaving her body bared to the cool air. As Nameless carves the carcass until most of the fur is removed, he remembers when he caught food for the first time for Jeovi.

"Here, call it breakfast." Nameless growls, looking cheerfully to Elaine as she viciously devours a chunk of raw, warm meat.

"Thank you, Master." Elaine whispers, her mind having begun to treat Nameless as though she were his Pokémon and he her human Master. She'd bonded to him for survival, understanding after only two escape attempts that it would hurt far less if she were to give in and obey him. Nameless sniffs the air, realizing that his human captive is slowly beginning to show signs of fertility, and he cringes.

"Elaine, go wash up, and don't wander off. If I have to hunt you down again, I'll break both your legs this time instead of just one." Nameless hisses as he tries to resist the hardening of his cock. Elaine notices his condition and walks towards him, oblivious of her own scent with her human nose. She'd been forced to please this monster enough times that it comes natural to her now, offering her mouth, her breasts, her body to him whenever she sees him react. This time however, doing so is unknowingly sealing her fate.

"Master, please, allow me to take care of you. I promise you'll enjoy it as always." Elaine whispers, dropping to her knees in front of her hybrid captor. Nameless growls as her scent becomes stronger, too strong for him to resist. His five claws revealed, he grabs Elaine and pushes her roughly to all fours, his eyes now glowing red with feral need.

"You shouldn't have done that, bitch. Your scent is calling me to fuck you. If I fill you, I'll have to kill you." Nameless snarls, positioning his now rock hard cock at Elaine's strong scented entrance. Elaine only moans and rocks back slightly, impaling herself on her captor's length, shocking him with exactly how far she's been broken by his forced captivity. No longer able to resist the scent, Nameless begins thrusting roughly inside his captive female, his lust-hazed mind demanding that he fill her to the brim with his seed, despite his goals. With every thrust, Elaine rocks back, trying to force him deeper inside her as though her very being wants to feel him filling her.

Slowly Nameless loses himself to his instinct, his claws gripping into Elaine's hips and causing her to cry out in pain and pleasure as she feels the tip of his cock slamming into her cervix and his sharp claws drawing blood from her hips. With a strangled moan, she reaches her peak, her inner walls gripping the oddly shaped column of engorged vulpine flesh within her, desperately trying to milk her captor's balls of their seed. Nameless himself growls loudly, Elaine responding to his cock impaling her depths for the first time since he broke her.

"Damnit Elaine, I'm gonna fill you. I'm going to breed you, stupid bitch. You're making this so hard for me to resist. I'm going to fill your womb with my filthy hybrid kits." Nameless hisses, amazed at his own words as his eyes roll back, the sensation getting to be too much for him as he feels his knot swelling.

"Master, please, fill me, please breed me. I'm your bitch, I'm yours to do as you want. Fuck me, end me I don't care, I need you to fill me!" Elaine screams, her release intensifying as Nameless roughly shoves his knot into her depths, tying himself with her seconds before he feels his release hit. Letting loose a loud roar, his jaws grip Elaine's shoulder, ripping through her flesh and marking her as he fills her womb with his seed, the battle lost for now should it take. Panting, Nameless returns to his senses and glares at his captive in rage.

"You stupid, worthless, human bitch. I swore I would wipe out every last hybrid on the planet, and now, look what you've made me do. You realize I have to kill you now, don't you? I can't allow you to live now that I've broken the one rule I held on to." Nameless screams, his voice no longer the educated, calm tone of a killer, but a piercing shriek of a feral beast.

"So what if I get pregnant, Master. You can kill them once they're born. It isn't like I would protect something like that." Elaine hisses, glaring at her captor with cold eyes. Nameless' jaw hangs open in shock, used to seeing mothers of both species willing to die to protect their offspring, yet this broken, empty woman he's taken everything from, and now bred is willing to stand by as he executes their children without second thought.

"There's something you don't hear every day." Nameless mutters as he walks away to think.