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They say that morality is taught by

society. Unfortunately for wild pokemon, there isn't much of a society to

teach. It was early spring, and as various species arose from winter slumber to

look for a mate, one female found herself in the den of a predator who had long

given up such prospects. Humans would have called her a Zoroark, but because of

her specific set of talents, none had ever seen her. Still, food was scarce,

and the onset of hunger forced the grey fox into making a critical mistake;

attempting to raid a den while its owner was still inside.               He was a

fiery beast, flames adorning his nape as he arose from his slumber. He didn't

seem thrilled with his intruder, and didn't much care about giving her a chance

to explain herself. The Typhlosion was fast for his size, and in a blur of

orange fur, he was on her. Under normal circumstances, the female may have

evaded him, but her weakness from hunger and lack of rest now landed her

underneath the brute; her maw mashed against the hardened ground.                With a

loud, echoing growl, the Typhlosion spoke. Much to the female's surprise, his

voice hardly matched his thuggish appearance, instead sounding quite calm and

collected. "Now, what are you exactly, hm?" The male spat out, his paw pressed

to the back of the intruder's neck, forcing her down, belly first.                 The

female struggled, her red mane twisting and brushing against the male atop her.

She snarled, baring fangs and kicking helplessly with hind-limbs trapped

underneath the Typhlosion. Her breathing was rapid, dust blowing up in tufts

near her nostrils. "Let me go, you bastard!" She arched her back, pushing

against him with all her might, but his weight kept her from moving. She

contemplated her options; her normal tactic of illusory flames wouldn't work

here, the Typhlosion was already on fire and she hadn't the strength to make

anything convincing. She thought of tricking him into thinking she wasn't

there, but he was already on her, and tactile hallucination was beyond her

ability. She rested a moment, going limp underneath the male to conserve

energy. She eyed up at him still, anger and embarrassment surging through her.

"I swear I'll kill you..."                The

larger male took the fox's sudden lack of struggling as a sign of submission.

The beast grinned toothily, bringing his head down toward hers. Still pressing

the back of his paw to the top of the Zoroark's skull, the male trailed his

teeth along the side of his victim's neck, his hot breath beating down on her.

His voice remained calm, but shakiness in his breathing gave away his

excitement. "Oh, such a feisty one. Normally I wouldn't hunt something as large

as you, but since you brought yourself to me, it seems like a waste not to." The

male let out another breath along her neck, this time the air nearly blistering

hot; causing the female to stir in pain. His voice rose with malice as he spoke

to her again "Are you ready to die?"                The

female froze in silence, her body seizing up in fear and panic. She could feel

her blood running cold, her eyes dilating as the male spoke to her. Her heart

raced, as did her mind as she tried to think of a way out of the situation, or

at least a way to bargain with the male. "Wait! It doesn't have to be like

this!" She groaned as she felt the male bite down lightly at the side of her

throat. In a panic, she spat out whatever came to mind. "I'll find you food

elsewhere! I'll do whatever you want!"               The

Typhlosion narrowed his gaze, his maw full of the female's throat. Her taste

was intoxicating, but not in the way that he was letting on. He slowly released

her, pulling his head away with a sly smirk. "Good girl..." He whispered softly,

slightly lessening the tension on the Zoroark's head and neck. He had never

intended to eat her, but he doubted she was aware of his dietary habits. "I

haven't had a female in quite some time...and I like your scent." He let out a

soft chuckle, looking over her body. She was lithe, even for a Zoroark, a sign

she hadn't fared so well the past winter.               The

female closed her eyes, gritting her teeth together, and letting out a mumbled

sigh. "How did I know it would come to this?" She growled again, struggling

lightly against the male; her energy nearly completely gone now. Another fear

gnawed at the back of her mind; it was mating season for most species, and even

though she wasn't quite feeling the effects of her heat, she knew she would be

receptive. Opening a green-tinted eye, she glared up at the male. "I won't be

bearing your young, filthy beast!" She knew that in her state, the extra need

for food of young inside her would practically be a death sentence.                The

Typhlosion replied with only a grunt, pushing the female's head again into the

dirt. "Ha! Well, if you please me, maybe I won't finish inside you!" He

chuckled again, knowing he was in complete power now. He could feel that all

the fight was just about worn from her, and so slowly he began moving off her

body. The male was quick with his movements, forepaws scooping under the

Zoroark. He pulled her up against his chest in one movement, his paws behind

her knees forcing her legs up near her chest. She squirmed at the sudden

movements, her face full of panic for a few moments at the sudden motion. She

let out a soft gasp, now awkwardly positioned against the male. Her back was

pressed to his belly, and his forelimbs were held around her midsection,

holding both her legs up, and locking their bodies together in a vice-like

grip.               The

trapped fox placed her foreclaws along the male's arms, gripping him tightly.

She had the opportunity to cut him here, or to turn her head and bite at his

neck. Both seemed like good options, but the Zoroark feared the male would

simple bite her back harder. Her fur stood up on end as she felt a sudden

warmth press between her legs. With a soft huff, she dared to look down. The

Typhlosion's shaft, pink and tapered, sat firmly against the slit barely

visible through her dark fur. She stared down at it, in complete frustration

and embarrassment.               The

larger male slowly began to rock forward, sliding his smooth shaft along the

hidden nethers of the female he clung to. 

She struggled again, the sensation sending jolts of both fear and

agonizing sexual frustration through her. She hated him for what he was doing,

and yet she found herself pleading again. "Ahh! Wait-just...hold on..." She gasped

out softly, shifting in the uncomfortable, contorted position. "Let me use my

maw instead..." She choked out, regrettably. Even though sucking the male off

would be the more humiliating of the two options for her, at least it would

keep her safe from pregnancy.                The

orange-furred male let out another chuckle, satisfied that the female was

completely at his mercy. "Nah~ This way is more fun. Plus, you'll bite. I can

tell." As if to reaffirm his stance, he pushed up roughly against her, the side

of his girth nudging up between her netherlips. As he drew back again, the

pointed tip of his length caught against her inner flesh, nudging just inside

her. He held tightly to the female, each of his movements causing her to squirm

and strain against him. He let out a soft purring sound in her ear, speaking

again softly. "You act like you've never been with a male."                The

Zoroark couldn't help but whine out softly as the male's prick nudged her

sensitive flesh. Her ears flattened against her head, her claws digging into

her aggressor's forelimbs as she shook, unable to find a way to bargain with

him. The male's movements became more deliberate, his hips rolling lightly to

help position and slide the tip of his cock inside her. The feeling forced a

gasp from her, her breathing picking up once again as her tight flesh clasped down

on the invading spire. The male breathed in deeply behind her, slowly working

just the first bit of his girth in and out of her, for what he presumed was her

first time.                After a

few moments of the tedious, teasing play, the Typhlosion broke the silence

again. "It's too bad you have to be so resistant. We would have all sorts of

fun if I could trust you. " He grunted softly as he shifted his weight, letting

the female drop on him just a bit more. His shaft, lightly throbbing by now,

slowly glided deeper into her tunnel, aided by her feminine juices. She pushed

at his embrace hard, arching her back and calling out again, gasping loudly.

She could feel her body squeezing down on his length, and seemed unable to

control it.  The male grunted out another

comment, begging a response from the female, "I'd start with your hindpaws,

nuzzling and working my way up between your legs. I bet you'd love to feel my

maw between them..."                With a

loud growl, the Zoroark shook in frustration, barking back at the male. "You're

disgusting!" She contemplated leaning back and biting his throat, deciding

against it at the last moment. She was frightened of what he might do to her if

she failed. "You've had your fun, now let me go!"                 Her disapproval only seemed to egg the male

on. His pace suddenly quickened, as he began to thrust up against the female.

His shaft pulsed as it plunged deeply into her body, sending jolts of pain and

something more through her form. She cried out loudly, each time his tip

prodded at a new and sensitive area inside her. She couldn't stop her body from

gripping the intruding flesh, or from leaking copious fluids around it. Though

soft panting breathes, the male chuckled out a reply to her. "No, we're just

getting started! You still need to know what it feels like to have a pussy full

of cream."                Those

words from the male sent another wave of fear through the Zoroark. She

shuddered as she looked down between her legs again; watching the male's shaft

piston in and out of her body. Each thrust only seemed to soak her crotch more,

her juices completely coating the male's tool. She stuttered out a panicked

response, her eyes wide with shock. "You said you wouldn't finish inside me!"

She cried out.                The male

rumbled to her, purring and nuzzling roughly against her neck. "Mmm, I never

said that. " He chuckled again, his body shaking with anticipation. Each one of

his rough, deep thrusts pushed his length closer to its base inside her, a

light bulge nearly cramming its way in each time. "Mmf...but first, I want you

to feel my knot." The extra girth made the female twitch, her

body feeling like it was going to be torn in half. She panted heavily,

completely exhausted. She looked down, knowing what was about to happen. She

had forgotten that some males even had knots, and had no idea typhlosions would

be one of them. She grit her teeth, watching his length enter her, each time it

pulled away, his knot seemingly swollen just a bit more. Each of his thrusts

became rougher than the last, and she knew that any moment he would be too

thick to pull away from her. "No! Wait, don't do this!" She cried out in a

panicked voice. Much to her surprise, the typhlosion seemed to slow down, the

male resting his head on her shoulder, pressing his snout hard to her neck. She

stifled a growl, trying again to bargain with him, calming her voice. "What do

you want? Anything.... Anything at all...just pull out before it's too late..." Her

voice cracked slightly at the end, as she tried to keep her composure. The male rumbled heavily now, nuzzling

and licking against the side of his prey's neck. He seemed a bit delusional in

his elated state. His length sat halfway inside her, throbbing lightly still. "Hmm?

You think I should pull out? What, you want me to finish on your belly...or maybe

your back?" He chuckles softly, giving his hips a light roll in order to stir

his length inside her; her body squirming in reaction. The Zoroark huffed down at the

male, her fear slowly fading. From her perspective, he seemed more reasonable

suddenly. She tried to mask her feelings, speaking to him again in a calm

voice, as to not excite him. "Yeah, any of that will work...just...let me go and

you can do whatever!" She tried to fake a laugh, her ears still pressed flat to

her head. Contemplating for a moment, the male

shook his head, pressing his nose back to the Zoroark's neck. "Nope~ You get a

cum-filled pussy!" He chuckled out, reveling in her false hope, the male once

again picking up a quick pace; stuffing his length inside her again. His words

and sudden motion caught the female off-guard, panic once again filling her

mind; as his sloppy length filled her body. She cried out, pushing hard on his

forelimbs, struggling with every ounce of strength she had left. Yet, his form

was too sturdy for her, and his knot only grew with each moment. She squealed

in pain as she felt him tug at her, this time his length unmoved from her

depths. He was locked inside her, and she was powerless to pull away.                The male

let out a loud groan, his body tingling with excitement as he neared his limit.

He panted heavily, whispering again to the female he clung to; whose body

seemed frozen with fear. "Mmf...can't hold back much longer~" He teased her

again, bumping his groin up against her. With his knot locked inside, he was

unable to pull out to thrust; his focus now on bouncing her lightly on his

knot, edging him closer and closer to his orgasm.                The

exhausted female stared down at the fleshy joining of the two, watching in

horror. Her mind was cluttered with hate and fear, all she could manage to

muster was another plea for him to stop. Her words echoed out as the male

bounced her in his lap, "Wait!" Though, he couldn't help himself at this point,

the Typhlosion's body jerking as he felt himself slipping over his edge.

"Wait!" The female called out again, feeling the underside of the male's cock

twitch inside her, a telltale sign he was just barely holding back. "Wait!"

Came her final cry, before she felt the heat of his seed inside her.                Hot, thick spunk shot

deeply inside the female. One heavy burst after another splattered into her

depths. The warmth itself was almost too much to handle, temperature almost as

scalding as the typhlosion's body. She cried out in panic, the noise only

trumped by the roar of the typhlosion beside her. He thrust up hard

against  her body, unable to control

himself as rope after rope of his sloppy load poured into the Zoroark's

stretched, soaked tunnel. Her flesh around him squeezed down involuntarily,

milking him of his seed.                The male

suddenly leaned forward in a flustered heap, pinning down the female below him

once again. His breathing was heavy, as he continued to grind his hips down

against her. He didn't speak again, only nipping and biting lightly at the

female's neck.                She

was equally exhausted, but completely humiliated and barely able to comprehend

what had just happened. She felt herself nearly crushed by the typhlosion,

unable to move away, as if the knot still holding them together wasn't enough.

She gasped for breath, trying to adjust herself as to not feel completely

squished by the male atop her. Her body could barely respond, the Zoroark

shuddering. She could still feel his seed, hot inside her, and the thought

sickened her. She turned her attention back up to the male on top of her, gritting

her teeth. "I hate you..."