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It had been hours since the sun had set--starry sky brilliantly lit up with twinkling dots, beaming down their hundred-year-old glow. Sitting against a tree on a lake shore, a lone Zoroark leaned back against the bark, resting against her mane. The dark-type was awake despite the lateness of the day. Such a critter probably preferred the evening more--it suited her coloration and typing, after all.

"Hss... what an evening..." rumbled she, stretching her arms over head, fur shifting just a slight bit. The early hours of her night had been spent foraging for food--berries, mainly, though she supplemented with roots and the odd Rattata that'd be unfortunate enough to be caught in a well crafted illusion. It was the rules of nature, after all--what's caught is what's eaten.

On this particular evening, however, the Zoroark wasn't quite interested in filling her belly with flesh. Instead she had stalked around in the warm night, searching for another of her egg-group to take advantage of--though so far she was proving to be rather unsuccessful. And so, taking a break from her berry and male foraging, she took her break against that tree-trunk, sighing out, squeezing her legs together. There was an undoubtable burning heat from them--and the distinct scent of Zoroark arousal sweltered in the surrounding her, undoubtedly leading a trail along the path she had taken in the woods and right to her feet.

"Oh, damn it all..." murmured she, dipping a finger down between her squeezed thighs, flicking it against a pert nub at the very top of her slit, breathing out sharply as that hood covering it was drawn backwards just slightly from the motion. "Hhaahh... not yet," she reminded herself, "I've still got a few more hours before it's really unbearable," the Zoroark said, keeping herself steadfast and chaste. After all, that urge to copulate wouldn't diminish from a simulated mating--it'd only grow stronger and more bothersome.

Pushing off the ground, the Zoroark came to a stand, cracking her back. Her mane swished over a plump pair of rump-cheeks, that pony-tail's bangle right where the dark critter's tailbone rested. Another walk around the lake would probably clear her mind--and her thoughts--of that incessant nagging to breed.

The lake had cooled the air above it, causing slow breeze to blow outwards from its center. It was soothing, in a way--though it carried with it a distinctly fishy-salty smell, despite it not being connected to the ocean in any way beyond the water-cycle. Perhaps there was a salt deposit underneath. Such unique geology caused a rather unique subset of Pokémon to live in its waters and near its shore--an intermingling of the forest ecosystem and that out-of-place beach-like ecosystem.

As if to prove the Zoroark's idle thoughts, a Krabby found itself above the Zoroark's paw for a moment while she was in mid-stride, punted a few feet and scuttling back to bubble angrily and impotently at the dark-type. Its frothing and foaming was ignored, the long-legged fox walking briskly away at a speed that those little legs couldn't match--no matter how many additional the Krabby had over the Zoroark.

"Ooh... why does it always get worse when the moon is full, hum?" asked the Zoroark, looking up to the sky with a quiet exhale to herself. It didn't seem like her walk around the lake had done any good. She had come full circle, back to that starting point which still had a deep cloud of her odor clinging to the area despite that steady, soft breeze coming from the lake.

She throbbed between her legs with need, rubbing a paw upon her belly and felt the sleekness of her fur there, a crimson claw swishing against her belly button. If there was a time to get her release, now would be it. Just as she had placed her digit right atop the hood of her clitoris, a splash from the lake drew away that fox's attention, and she turned to look around.

"Now there's a pretty face for my eyes," smiled a Vaporeon, water dripping off of his scaled flesh. "How are you on this fine, clear evening, might I ask?" said he, swishing that thick tail in a quick arc, whipping the water from its surface and leaving it smooth and glistening. The Pokémon was a slight bit curvy--having a wide flare at his hips that left him looking almost feminine, though that deep voice clearly belonged to a male. A Vaporeon was a compatible male, too--it was as if the gods above were answering the Zoroark's prayers!

Putting on a bashful act, the Zoroark forced a flush upon her face--partially from practice and partially from illusory ability. She gave a soft giggle, pulling her lush black and red mane in front of her chest, hiding a slight immodesty from the Vaporeon as his eyes traveled up and down her form, taking in almost every inch.

"Oh, you know... a gal like me just fancied a stroll in the dead of night to clear my mind," she answered wishy-washy. It seemed as if the trickster already knew how to handle that Vaporeon's personality.

"Having some problems, beautiful?" asked the Vaporeon, taking a cocky stride closer. At such a close range, one didn't have to be a Probopass to catch the scent of that Zoroark's musk in the air--a sweet odor that intermixed with the salty air from the lake. "Aahh--would you like some assistance with quenching your thirst?"

"Oh my... if you'd be so kind," said the Zoroark, a paw covering her face. It appeared modest--though in truth hit hid a hideous, twisted smirk from view. She kneeled a bit lower, just a few feet away from the Vaporeon, legs slightly spread apart, though her folds remained together in a wet, sticky clinging. "But... do you know how to treat a lady finely?" asked the dark-type, letting her mane drift back behind her body, baring every inch of it to the Vaporeon.

The water-type took a few steps forward, bumping his cooler, wet nose against the Zoroark's pointed snout, gently laying a kiss upon her lips and stepping a paw over her kneeled thigh. That Vaporeon's muzzle tasted partially of the salt-water he lived in--though there was a distinct _other_flavor intermixed in it--something indescribable to the Zoroark, but it clearly had the essence of the Vaporeon's maleness within it.

Pressing a paw under the Vaporeon's chin, the Zoroark held that kiss steady for just a few moments before breaking it, giving a soft smile and lick across her own lips. The bipedal Pokémon rubbed that feral's smooth cheek just a slight bit, claws brushing under the water-type's large eye.

"You've certainly got a way without words," laughed that dark-type, her claws sweeping against the Vaporeon's neck for a moment, finally pulling away. They dipped down, flicking up against her folds, sliding along the outside of them and coming back slick. "Well... let's see if you can satisfy me, hum?" said she, turning her body over and coming to the ground on all fours. That curvy hind curled upwards a bit, legs partially spread and a plump slit on obvious display to the Vaporeon.

He took a few steps forward, pushing that smooth, scaled nose against the Zoroark's folds, inhaling the musky scent of them. A tongue flicked out, pushing up against that female's lower-pair of lips, slicking between them for a taste. That Vaporeon must have enjoyed that brief taste, giving a deeper slurp to that wet passage, burying his nose right against that strip of skin separating the two holes.

"Mmffh... so divine..." mumbled the Vaporeon, caught in a lustful state of rapture. The feral critter brought a paw up, squeezing the Zoroark's hind-end and kneading it a bit. That rear was quite malleable under the water-type's paw, squeezed easily and jiggling a bit when he pulled a cheek to the side and letting it slide back to clap against his snout and its twin.

"Haahh... just a tongue isn't going to extinguish my heat, you know," the Zoroark said with a low little rumble in her throat, pushing backwards towards that Vaporeon. "You've gotta rut for real, for that," added she, shifting her hips back and forth slight, swaying them temptingly towards the water-type. That hypnotic motion of the Zoroark's rear seemed to entice the Vaporeon further forward, himself lifting up over those hips and smushing a slit-originating rod right up against those folds.

"Oohh, of course!" replied that Vaporeon eagerly. "I just--I wanted to make sure you were ready... it's my first time, after all, but you seem so much more experienced than me..." he muttered--voice becoming softer as he admitted his virginity. That "experienced" Zoroark licked across her lips, giving a deep rurr.

"And weren't you just promising me all sorts of things a moment ago?" said she with a soft little laugh. "Well, let's see how well you can pump me on those instincts alone," purred the dark-type, pushing herself backwards and onto that swollen rod. The surprised thing wriggled around within her passage, prehensile in nature and curling its tapered tip upwards. It pulsed with wet heat, about as slick as the Vaporeon was while underwater, and it easily spread into that surprisingly snug and tight passage.

"Ohh my!" moaned the Vaporeon, shuddering and tensing up in pleasure. Sure enough, his mating instincts kicked in and he gave a firm thrust forward with his hips when half his shaft vanished between the Zoroark's cheeks. The muscles in his curvy haunches flexed, driving his shaft deeper into the fox, and that finned tail behind him giving a firm smack to the ground and using its heft as leverage to push his initial thrust in deeper.

If the Vaporeon had a pair of plump balls, they'd have swung forward and smacked right up against the Zoroark's clit--though it seemed as if evolution had preferred the sleek, water-resistance reducing slit over something with externally hanging balls. As if to make up for the deficiency, the water-type's tapered shaft had quite a thick base, the tapered thing quite filling with each hilting thrust driven from his instincts.

"Hfffhh... c'mon, breed me good, stud," the Zoroark coaxed, pushing her rear right on back against that rim. Her passage tingled from the intrusion, clenching tighter down upon that prehensile shaft, squeezing its tip still for a moment before relaxing. "Hnnggffhh! Gimme your Vaporeon-load!" she panted, tongue starting to loll out the front of her mouth, motions growing rougher and more frequent.

"Aaahhh... yes!" panted out the water-type, gritting his teeth together a bit. "I-it's so tight and... nffhh... hot..." he breathed, starting to drool a little bit from his lips as inexperience took its toll, winding his groin up to release an orgasm in what felt like only a minute of mating--maybe even less than that! "Oohh! I'm gonna... gonna...!" the Vaporeon squeaked, his voice starting to crack as that pleasured tension in his stomach grew tighter and tighter.

"Blow in me!" the lust-addled Zoroark hissed, reaching back and tugging the Vaporeon's body slightly forward. "Flood my womb with fertile seed--fuckin' knock me up!" she snarled, completely dropping her bashful act from before in favor sating her burning loins. Her clitoris was withdrawn firmly from its hooded hiding-spot, tense and hard, begging for a flicking to send that dark-fox's body over the edge and into a series of muscle-tensing orgasms.

"Nnhhaaahhh! I-I'm cumming!" gasped out that Vaporeon, groaning loudly as thin shots of his fluid seed splurted into the Zoroark's hole. Each squirt pulsed away into that passage, the slick, watery fluid coming at a steady rate of twitches from that prehensile tip, which had wedged itself rather deep, against a firm inner ring. "Nnhhooohhhh.... God....!" gasped the water-type, eyes squeezed shut, heart throbbing powerfully in his chest--enough to make him feel dizzy.

"Aahh... how'd that first time feel, huh?" asked the Zoroark a few moments later, feeling the Vaporeon's heavy breathing steady just slightly. "Feel good to lose your virginity?" she questioned. The Zoroark hadn't hit an orgasm herself yet--not quite unexpected when toying with a virginal, inexperienced partner.

"Huffhh... it felt amazing... I-I never thought it'd happen..." the Vaporeon panted, looking down between his legs, as if he couldn't believe that he had gotten laid. Sure enough, his shaft was buried inside that Zoroark's asshole, still slightly hard. He blinked a bit--had he been fucking the wrong hole? His prehensile shaft wriggled around, feeling for those folds he could have sworn he was plowing between earlier. "Did I...?"

The Zoroark smirked, a wide smile coming across that dark-furred face. Sliding forward, that Vaporeon's shaft flopped out from the critter's rear-end, revealing a well--if a bit quickly--fucked pucker and a smooth puffy taint, stretching downwards where the Zoroark's slit was located. Only, instead of a slit, it was a single stretch of smooth, furred flesh, and a pair of fat balls hanging between the critter's thighs below.

"Did you just end up fuckin' a male?" asked the cocky dark-type, turning himself over, still partially underneath the Vaporeon. "You tell me, hm?" he said, revealing that former-clitoris-turned-cock--still stiff and swollen, but a good order of magnitude larger than its earlier size. "I certainly think this rod of mine makes me a male," said that Zoroark, his lips parted just enough to show those pearly canines in the moonlit night.

"I think... I think I'm going to be sick," muttered the Vaporeon, taking a few steps backwards, stumbling over his thick tail, and falling on his rear. A paw held itself over his mouth, the water-type's eyes starting to water. "T-this doesn't mean I'm gay... I mean--I'm straight! You were a female! I mean--I thought you were... oh god..." sputtered the panicked male, feeling his heart pound in his chest once more--this time out of anxiety.

That Zoroark stood upwards and took a few steps towards the Vaporeon, who squirmed backwards, betrayed by his tail and own clumsiness into falling almost on his back, both paws pushing up in the air to defend himself now. With one of the Zoroark's larger paws, he grabbed both by their ankle, tugging them to the side and kneeled over the water-type's chest. Right above the Vaporeon's face throbbed the dark-Pokémon's impressive maleness. It was a deep, crimson red--the same color as his mane and claws--and spider webbed with micro-veins under the surface, each feeding into his girth and keeping it swollen.

"Hff, you can have your little crisis after you get me off," the Zoroark said with a low grunt. Angling his hips forward, he smushed his musky prick up against the Vaporeon's lips, that Pokémon shying away from the touch, eyes widened and hind-legs kicking uselessly in the air--only managing to bat the Zoroark's mane. "I entertained your fantasy of losin' your virginity--the least you could do is be an obedient faggot," he growled again, his voice a bit lower in tone before reaching for the Vaporeon's head with his free paw and pulling it to engulf his maleness inside. "Fuuuuck... and no teeth, or I'll make a real bitch out of you in return."

That Vaporeon had hardly a moment to object before his face was smashed up against the Zoroark's crotch-fur, gagging on the thick meat throbbing in his throat. If the water-type had been on the verge of tears before--now they were rolling freely down his smooth-scaled cheeks, nostrils flaring as he struggled to take a breath. The only thing he could smell was that deep, masculine scent from the dark-type's pubic-fur; it burned in his nostrils, searing that scent painfully into memory as the male started a slow and steady rock of his hips into that muzzle.

"Mmmfh, that's a nice wet mouth you've got... but I'm not gonna blow in just under a minute like you did," taunted the Zoroark, rumbling deeply as he started to pump his hips a bit, gagging the Vaporeon repeatedly. "Hffh... get it nice and sloppy, queer..." huffed he--already feeling saliva drool out from the water-type's lips. In truth, the fluid was more of a mixture of spittle and that Zoroark's own dribbles of precum--slimy gunk that the water-type refused to swallow and process through his body.

It didn't take long for the facial abuse to get to the point where that Vaporeon freely sobbed, forced to suck off that dominant male. Every time he paused with his bobbing--even if it was just to catch his breath for a moment--the Zoroark's paw came swinging from the side and smacked him on the face, leaving the left side of it significantly more swollen than the right. Snot drooled from his nostrils, flung out from each blow to his face, and each loud cough he made in the moment after that shaft was removed for a smack.

Finally, that member was removed from his mouth--this time for good, it seemed. The Zoroark's bitter tasting precum seemed to have stained his taste buds with its flavor--no matter how much the Vaporeon tried to scrape it off with the edges of his teeth it remained. He made a move to slink back to the water--the shoreline just a ten yards away--only for his tail to be grappled firmly, and his entire body to be pulled backwards, dragged along the dirt until that Zoroark was pinned atop the feral Vaporeon, holding that male down with one paw while the other grasped hold of his hind-leg's ankles, squeezing them together and pushing them in such a way that his back curled partially into a ball, and his puckered rim was on prompt display.

"N-no... please... not that..." he said weakly--having thought being forced to suck the Zoroark's thick rod and inhale his musk was bad enough. "A-anything but it!" he cried--voice gaining just a little strength, only for him to let out a rough cough from his well-fucked throat as the dark-type's malehood dribbled against his pucker firmly, poking its canine tip inside. Tears welled up in his eyes once again, spilling over. His first time wasn't supposed to be like this at all, thought he, face contorted as he gave out an ugly sob.

The sound seemed to spur the cruel dark-type on; he shoved his fat member into that virgin passageway with a firm grunt, curling his lips up into a snarling grin as he felt that hole clench down tightly upon his intruding cock. He rocked himself backwards, tugging up on that pair of grasped ankles as he fucked the water-type roughly, starting to lean forward and plow deeper into that passage.

"This is how a real man fucks," the Zoroark groaned, his body over the Vaporeon, piercing eyes looking down at that victimized water-type, licking his lips as he watched tears roll down the Pokémon's face. "Keep cryin' like a baby, you faggot," he grunted--not even getting a return glance from his prey. "It'll just make me blow harder into your bare ass," grunted he, falling silent for a few moments.

The Vaporeon's curvy bottom rippled with each hilting slam into it, the Zoroark's knot at the base of his shaft swelling thicker and thicker and starting to stretch that already ruined rear's rim. A full pair of nuts slid across that smooth-scaled tail, pulling up closer and closer to his pistoning shaft. Bringing his other paw to the water-type's legs, the fox pulled them apart to the side, forcing the Vaporeon to spread his haunches, and allowing that dark-type an extra inch deeper, his knot getting closer and closer to the point where it was at the bare edge of plugging that hole fully and nearing a tie.

"Hfffh... fuck..." panted the Zoroark, breathing hard and heavy, lust and arousal clouding his mind. "No one's gonna want a Vaporeon like you when I'm done with ya," he grunted, right near his hilt, rolling that rim back and forth over the widest section of his rim. "Hhgffhh... who could love a diseased, bugged-up Vap, huh?" continued he; that rim wrapped tightly around the midsection of his knot. "Hffhh... after I pump a nice Pokérus-laden load in you, you're gonna be damaged goods for life," snarled the Zoroark, and pulled the Vaporeon by his ankles that last half inch, locking his swollen bulb within that barebacked rear, giving a sharp howl of pleasure.

The last of the Zoroark's words sent a shock of terror through the Vaporeon's body, his half-lidded, lifeless eyes suddenly coming to light with fear and horror. He screeched, kicking with his held hindlegs, the motion only serving to clench and milk down at that shaft in his passage. No, no, no! He couldn't have his first time end with catching the virus! Thick, sticky heat flooded into his bowels--his water-absorbent body beginning to soak in that dark-type's viral load. The Vaporeon's face contorted into a cruel, silent scream; his jaw dropped and eyes remained wide open--though not a sound escaped from his lips, and clear tears poured from the corners of his eyes.

Continuing to grind even with that hilting, the Zoroark gave a deep moan of pleasure as his balls emptied themselves inside the Vaporeon's passage. His crimson rod twitched and pulsed away inside that hole, pumping load after virile load of his tainted cream into the tormented water-type's body, irrevocably contaminating it with his viral Pokérus strain. It didn't take long for those balls to empty--only a quarter of minute--but to the agonized Vaporeon it felt as if it was drawn out for ages.

No sooner than he was done flooding the water-type did the Zoroark already start tugging on his swollen knot, pulling it against that anal ring, shifting back and forth to let a slimy load lubricate the engorged bulb--not that it mattered. All the lubricant in the world wouldn't keep that puckered rim from splitting. The dark-type's tugs proved rather ineffective, yanking away at that pucker, the Vaporeon's legs twitching weakly--no longer any hope left in the water-type's body, nor fight.

Those red-tipped claws moved downwards, placing themselves right against the Vaporeon's haunches, squeezing the backs of those twin thighs firmly. With a sharp growling grunt, the Zoroark pushed the water-type away--moving himself backwards at the same time. A choked cough was all the vocalization given from the mindbroken Vaporeon as he was de-knotted forcefully. A minor tear split at the very base of that rim, further exposing the water-type Pokémon to that toxic seed's infection--not that such a pathway was needed. The water-type's body did more than its fair share of work in absorbing the virus, and the Zoroark's rough fuck caused all the micro-openings in that tunnel that were needed to taint the bloodstream, too.

Finally finished with his use of the Vaporeon, the illusion Pokémon wiped his semen-stained shaft off between those smooth thighs and groaned, a content look of bliss on his face--a stark contrast to the dead, doll-like stare from the Vaporeon. The Zoroark's thick load slowly drooled out of that gaping hole, the water-type's pink insides covered in a cloudy slime of cum, sticky strands trailing from one side of the spread hole to the other.

"Thanks for the fuck," the Zoroark said with a short laugh, his form flickering in place. That semi-stiff cock vanished away in an illusory instant, once more becoming a stubby clit right between the critter's legs. If the Vaporeon had any semblance of self left within his mind, just the sight of that female Zoroark would have sent him retching. Instead he stared off a thousand yards into the distance, completely broken.

Knowing he couldn't wring any more pleasure from the Vaporeon, that Zoroark, now feminized, left for a new victim.