FSE

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Hello, everyone! First of all, I'd like to give a huge shout-out to :iconThatAverageDude: because... If it wasn't for him this story would have never been written, as he was the one that motivated me to actually write something. He also beta-read this story for me, so thanks a lot for that too, buddy.

Well, this is my very first story here, and I hope it's well liked. Have fun reading! Just as a heads up, I used italics with single quotes 'Like this' to reference character thoughts. Italics speech references Zoroark's special illusionary speech “Like This". And regular speech is just double quotes “Like This."

Have fun! This story reaches just a bit past 18,500 words, so, it should be a decent read. Enjoy Femdom Zoroark!

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“Oh, for fucks sake!" The frustrated shout resonated loud and clear across the vast darkness of Lostlorn Forest, echoing ominously across the eerie and silent night. Numerous Pokémon sounds and cries of varying species were the only response to the shout, obviously startled by the sudden outburst breaking the forest's tranquility and peace. But, as soon as the responses came, everything rapidly fell into complete silence again.

The one who had let out the shout, a young man dressed in very strange silver-colored medieval-style clothing, walked towards one of the seemingly infinite trees of the forest and punched the tree's bark out of pure spite and desperation. Just above the spot he punched, a mark was cleanly carved into the tree. The mark being a letter 'P' with sharp angles.

“This is the fucking fourth time I'm back at this spot! I've just been wandering around in fucking circles all night long!" the man shouted angrily. Had his hair not been covered by his odd clothing he would have certainly pulled at it. He took a step back and shook his head several times, his hands clenching into tight fists. “No! Put your shit together, Evan. Team Plasma does not show weakness!" he reminded himself.

He sighed to calm himself down and then glanced around. Indeed, that was the fourth time he came across the mark he had carved out on this particular tree several hours ago. Hopelessly lost within the tricky and deceptive forest, he had hoped the many marks he carved out on several easily identifiable trees would help him find his way back to the rendezvous point with his squad. But, so far, his efforts had been completely futile.

“Squad commander is going to murder me for getting lost…" Evan mumbled to himself. “Speaking of squad commander…" Evan took out a small radio he kept in one of the pockets of his medieval armor, turned it on and selected his squad's current frequency. “This is Plasma four to Plasma group one, over." He paused and waited for several moments before pushing the talk button again. “This is Plasma four to Plasma group one, do you read?" He growled when empty static was the only reply he got. “Useless crap's still busted. This fucking sucks."

Evan put the radio back into his pocket and looked around. “Now, do I continue the mission or do I abort…" he wondered. His squad had been dispatched to Lostlorn forest since early morning that day following numerous reports of a powerful Pokémon living inside the treacherous forest. Team Plasma's true leader, Lord Ghetsis, had taken interest in those reports. A Powerful Pokémon would no doubt help further Team Plasma's goals and boost the organization's power. The order his squad received was very simple: capture the Pokémon alive and bring it back to Plasma Headquarters. However, the mission had taken a turn to the left when his team accidentally broke up and most of them got inevitably lost in the vastness of the central Unovan forest.

Evan sharply turned around when he heard the snap of a twig in the nearby bushes, getting into a defensive stance. His hand idly roamed near the holster where his trusty combat knife resided, ready to take it out at any moment's notice. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the familiar form of his Pokémon companion emerge from the foliage. “It's just you, Houndoom." The large and intimidating canine stopped short when his master acknowledged him. Evan took a couple of steps forward, the metallic parts of the Team Plasma armor he was wearing clanging against each other rather loudly. “Did you find anything useful?" he questioned sharply, his voice authoritative.

The Houndoom let out a whine and shook his head several times, sitting down obediently before his master. “Damn… there goes that idea." Evan looked around, trying to identify the routes he had already taken when departing from this exact spot. “We really are hopelessly lost." Idly, he wondered how the rest of his squad was faring. Had they already captured the rare Pokémon and departed the area? Had they failed in finding it and already rendezvoused to retreat from the area? Or were they all hopelessly lost like he was? Probably the last one.

“I guess this place's name is fitting. Lost-fucking-lorn Forest," Evan commented, shaking his head in despair. The Houndoom at his side let out a yap of approval. “Shut up!" the Team Plasma grunt snapped, making Houndoom's head drop. He and Houndoom had been partners for a very long time now. Team Plasma grunts had stolen a Houndour pup from a foreign trainer passing through Unova several years ago, a pup that was eventually assigned to him as his Pokémon companion. Through his ardent training, the fire and dark-type Pokémon had become strong and perfectly obedient.

Evan turned around and began to walk in a randomly selected direction. “Let's try this one out. Keep your eyes open and your ears sharp, Houndoom," Evan commanded. “We could find a nasty surprise at any moment." Obediently, Houndoom barked in approval and followed his master.

With that, the two set to walk at a leisure pace in that direction. Several minutes went by… an entire hour went by…

“I get the feeling we're not getting anywhere with this," Evan muttered to himself, panting slightly. His legs were beginning to complain quite harshly to him, the muscles sore and stinging from the constant demand he had put them through. He had been walking all day and all night long, his physical shape not helped at all by the weight of the heavy medieval clothing that he was wearing. He leaned back against a tree and slumped down. “We're fucked big time here…" He glanced at Houndoom, who sat down next to him. “…And you don't even look worried at all." Houndoom tilted is head. “Stupid mutt."

He glanced around, noting the numerous paths he could take after he decided to keep walking when his short break was over. Everything was very dark and gloomy to the point he could barely make out the shape of things. The only form of natural illumination being the moon and stars in the sky above, and even then, the light barely made it through the canopies and into the forest floor.

However, before he had time to even rest or relax, the silence was abruptly broken. A very loud and ear-piercing screech echoed through the woods, making him immediately bolt up and draw his combat knife defensively. Houndoom instantly got into an aggressive stance the moment the cry blasted all over the surrounding area, his sharp canine ears working on pinpointing the source.

“The fuck… was that?" Evan hissed nervously, both a rapidly beating heart and shallow, racked breaths rattling the human's panic-frozen body. At his side, Evan heard Houndoom's threatening and aggressive growls that clearly told him he sensed a real threat nearby.

Evan waited for several moments while his breathing stabilized before gazing at his side. “You still with me, Houndoom?" he asked, just to be sure. A sharp bark of approval eased the human's fears. “Good." He looked ahead, squinting his eyes to try and see better in the almost absolute darkness. “That cry… it could be the Pokémon we were sent to hunt, or it could be something else…"

Slowly and against his better judgement, the Team Plasma grunt began to walk in the direction of the shout, eyes watching every little movement ahead. His legs trembled with every step he took, and despite how many times he told himself it was exhaustion, he knew very well that it was a lie. “Team Plasma shows no fear… Team Plasma shows now fear…" he droned quietly to himself.

Houndoom froze on the spot, ears raised high to make out every possible sound nearby. Evan also froze where he was, watching his Pokémon with full attention. Seconds after, Houndoom began to walk again, making Evan let out a heavy sigh. “Don't do that again, you fucking mutt…" he said sharply before following the canine Pokémon. “If it is indeed the rare and powerful Pokémon we were sent to hunt, then we could end up as the heroes of the mission if we catch it. It has to be the rare Pokémon, right Houndoom? I mean, if this Pokémon is the legend of Lostlorn forest, then there's nothing worse than him in this cursed place, right?" Evan said, glancing at the fire-type. Houndoom barked in approval. “Good boy. Let's keep going."

After several minutes of wary walking, another piercing screech echoed throughout the forest, making Evan press against a tree for cover while his Houndoom crouched low to the ground in an aggressive stance, growling ahead. Evan glanced forward, the darkness of the night not letting him see anything beyond several meters. “Careful, Houndoom. That was way louder than before. We're close to whatever is making those screams. Prepare to engage anything at any moment's notice." After waiting a minute or two and hearing no more of those awful screeches, he began to move forward again.

“Stay alert," Evan warned his Houndoom yet again. Idly, one of his hands reached down into his vest pocket where the other two of his Pokéballs rested, reassuring himself that they were still there and he still had two more Pokémon to call upon should he enter battle. “Huh, what's this?" Evan wondered, stepping into what seemed to be a small, open clearing within the woods.

Houndoom lowered his head to the grass, taking deep inhales. He growled and bolted ahead, making Evan follow the canine at a hurried pace towards the other side of the clearing. Houndoom stopped in front of a very large tree, gazing up at it while sitting and letting out a bark. “What did you find?" Evan questioned, coming to a stop beside his Pokémon companion. He looked at the tree closely, the opening in the clearing letting more moonlight pass through and provide much better illumination than while inside the forest. Evan reflexively gulped at what he saw. Three very deep and ragged horizontal lines were clawed into the tree's bark, no doubt claw marks. Evan reached forward, tracing one of them slowly.

Unknown to the two of them, they were being watched. Very thoroughly watched. 'It seems my warning calls have gone ignored…' the mysterious Pokémon thought to itself. Deep, predatory teal-colored eyes watched the pair's movements closely, not missing a single detail. The Pokémon had spent the last several hours monitoring the activity of this particular group of humans closely, taking note of every action they did. It knew they were up to no good, as it had seen humans with this particular attire in the past. They were here to steal. To pillage. To kill if it came to that. They were dangerous, and had to be dealt with.

However, its focus was on this particular human, the one who had somehow found his way into the forest's most sacred areas. The deepest into its territory. 'Ignorant humans.' With absolute silence, the sinister Pokémon circled around the pair, the darkness completely hiding its movement. It moved as close as it could to the pair without compromising its position and then stopped. 'One last chance.' Once it was ready, it took a deep inhale and then let out another shrill, agonizingly piercing screech in direction of the two. The final warning.

As soon as the earsplitting shriek emanated, both Evan and Houndoom leaped in fright. “Holy shit, that's way too close!" Evan cursed, pressing back against the tree in terror while glancing around frantically. Pinpointing where he thought the sound came from, the Team Plasma grunt pointed in that direction. “Houndoom. Dark Pulse attack!"

Houndoom let out an aggressive bark and opened his muzzle, a series of wildly spinning black and purple-colored rings forming inside of it with a crackling sound. Houndoom roared and fired the Dark Pulse attack into the darkness ahead. The stream of rings flew rapidly, colliding into the trees off to the side and setting off a potent explosion that rattled the forest's tranquility. “I didn't hear any pained cries, Houndoom. Did you?" Evan asked, eyes carefully scanning the area ahead. Billowing smoke rose from the point of the attack's impact up into the sky, marring the clear starry night. Houndoom shook his head once, letting out a yap.

Silent minutes went by, with both the human and the fire-type Pokémon carefully scanning the area around them for their presumed attacker to no success. “Come, Houndoom. Let's press ahead. We're close." He walked forward, but stopped after walking several feet when he noticed he didn't hear Houndoom following him. “Houndoom?" he turned around, seeing the diabolical-looking canine standing perfectly still, an empty gaze in his eyes.

“Houndoom!" he called sharply. Houndoom remained perfectly in place, despite the harsh call. “Stupid little… what the fuck has gotten into you?" he asked in annoyance, walking towards his Pokémon. He stopped in front of the hellhound, noticing that he wasn't even acknowledging his presence or glancing at him.

“Insolent human!" a deep, ghostly and distinctly feminine voice screeched harshly, making Evan jump in fright and look around, his knife gripped tightly and raised defensively. “I warned you enough times the moment you trespassed into my territory and you ignored them all! You've gone far enough and I will allow it no more!" she added, her ghostly and ethereal voice piercing and clearly angry.

“Where are you? Show yourself!" Evan shouted, glancing around frantically. Despite his bravado, he could feel his heart pounding against his chest in absolute terror as a rush of pure adrenaline invaded his body. “Show yourself so I can stick my knife into your gusts, filthy beast!" he added boldly, clutching his knife tighter lest he drop it due to his fearful trembling. The voice was very strange, unlike anything he ever heard before. It was as if he was hearing it both physically and in his mind at the same time. It sounded spiritual and otherworldly yet at the same time physical and real, carrying a distinct undertone of dominance and power.

“Look above…" the mysterious voice responded ominously, with a slight hint of annoyance tainting it. Immediately, the Team Plasma grunt glanced up at the treetops, spotting the voice's owner instantly. It was a Pokémon alright, a very large and intimidating one at that. With the moon high in the sky behind her; the gentle moonlight allowed him a clear and illuminated look at her beastly form. The Pokémon was a bipedal, predominantly dark grey-colored, fox-like beast with crimson and black accents across her body. She had a pointed snout and long, pointy ears with dark red insides. She also had dark red markings on the fur rimming her teal-colored eyes and her mouth. She had a very large and voluminous crimson-colored mane with black tips that was almost as long as her body flowing behind her. The lower section had a teal bangle tying the mane into a shape similar to that of a ponytail. A black ruff of thick fur gave a muscular shape to her upper body, sharply pointed at the shoulders from which her arms extend. Her forearms were thicker than her upper arms, with spiky tufts of fur at the elbows. Her muscular arms and legs were long and powerful, both her hands and feet ended in paws each armed with three extremely sharp-looking, long and vicious red claws.

“Fuck… fuck… it's a Z-Zoroark!" Evan exclaimed in shock at the sight of the Illusion Fox Pokémon. His eyes widened as realization came to him. “So, you're the fabled ultra-rare and extremely powerful Pokémon that lives in Lostlorn Forest!" he said in recognition. Admittedly, what he didn't expect was that said renowned Pokémon was also a female.

Zoroark crouched down and then leaped from the top of the tree she was standing on, cleanly landing several feet in front of the terrified Team Plasma grunt and his frozen-still Houndoom. The fact her leap and landing on the grass made absolutely no sound at all denoted her sheer expertise at stealth and her pure, unrestrained skill. “I wouldn't call myself 'ultra-rare' as I'm not the only Zoroark or Zorua in Lostlorn Forest. But, I am the Alpha female of the pack that has territorial claim over this forest." She smirked, baring her large white fangs. “I've had the power to hold that position for many years now, so, you are correct on the 'extremely powerful' part."

Evan gulped, taking several steps back when he noticed just how large she was up close. To his shock, she was at least a foot taller than he was. He then frowned, realizing something was off. “Wait, how are you talking? Pokémon don't talk…" Evan asked nervously, eyeing her discreetly. Under her pristine fur coat and the numerous fur tufts, he could clearly see the shape of large and well-toned muscles, as well as many scars that denoted the Pokémon's experience in battle.

“You wouldn't understand my regular voice, little human. So no, I'm not talking with it. I'm a master of illusions, a Zoroark. I've casted an illusion on you that's making you hear, in a voice similar to my physical one, the exact words I want you to hear in the language you understand," she explained calmly, claws ominously flexing and making Evan's gaze briefly focus on them. They were a lot scarier up close than when she was up on the treetops.

“So… that is why your voice sounds so weird," Evan reasoned slowly, analyzing the Pokémon he had encountered. “I've never known of Zoroark being able to do this."

“It's a very advanced technique," Zoroark answered, shrugging slightly. “It takes years of training one's illusions to be able to perfect it. Out of my pack, I am the only Zoroark capable of doing it."

“Illusions…" Evan repeated quietly, realization coming to him. “So, that is why Lostlorn Forest is so fucked up, it's you who makes it such a nightmare! I bet it was you who separated me from my teammates."

“Indeed. The moment you and your friends entered this forest, my pack alerted me of it. I separated you all with my illusions in hopes that it would drive you off, but you all kept going. Right now, there's members of my pack keeping close watch on every single one of your friends." Zoroark growled threateningly. “We will defend our territory if you keep deifying it."

Evan's hand tightened around the combat knife he was holding, as if reminding himself that his weapon was still there and that he wasn't defenseless. “…Defend? But we don—"

“Silence!" Zoroark barked sharply, making the human shut up with a pitiful squeak. “I know why you and your friends are here. I've seen people with your strange attires before, I've listened to the things your people speak of. I've heard you and your friends talk all day and all night. My pack has let me know of anything I've missed. You want to capture me." Zoroark's eyes narrowed with a low and threatening growl. “Human foolishness truly knows no bounds."

Evan gulped slightly. She knew it all. “Uh…"

“I warned your group enough times to get out of here. I split you all up, I showed you terrifying illusions, I gave you all warning calls and shrieks, and you refused to listen to everything," Zoroark began, her illusion-mimicked voice turning snarly. “And, you have been the worst of all. Somehow you found your way too close to my pack's den, and you refused to turn back despite my warnings. Well, my fair warnings end here. You will not go any further than here."

Evan growled, steeling himself as best as he could. It was clear that a confrontation was inevitable. If that was the case, he would do it without fear and fully aim to win. After all, he hadn't forgotten that his objective was to bring the beast in front of him and put her, beaten and bound, on Ghetsis' desk. If he had found his way here, maybe the rest of his squad could do so as well. Reinforcements could arrive at any moment. “I go where the fuck I want to," he responded boldly, making Zoroark tilt her head and blink at him curiously. “I'm not going to listen to some Pokémon's 'warnings' and crap, you are coming with me," he declared boldly. He extended his knife in a threatening way towards her. “Whether you like it or not."

Zoroark looked at him in amusement, finding his sudden bravery not the least bit threatening. If anything, it was funny and sort of adorable to her. “You look cute when you try to be brave, yet your scent reeks of fear," she commented idly with a low, bemused chuckle. “Your body's natural reactions betray everything you are saying."

Evan growled. “Fuck you," he responded spitefully, salty at the fact she seemed extremely good at reading through him.

“You have trespassed into my territory… and, I will not let that go unpunished," Zoroark said calmly, imposingly straightening her body to give her a much more intimidating and taller appearance.

“I'd like to see you try anything." Evan narrowed his eyes. “You have no authority to tell me I did wrong by coming here."

“I have all the authority to do it. Lostlorn Forest is mine, puny human. Look around you! Everything you see belongs to me. I am the Alpha Female here," Zoroark stated sharply, her illusionary voice crackling with ire due to the human's constant thinning of her patience. “My will is the law here."

Evan growled in disgust, recalling that she had mentioned her being the alpha female earlier in their conversation as well. “That is just plain wrong, bitch. Females can't be Alphas. Only males. What kind of shit is 'Alpha female' anyway, huh? It just sounds downright wrong."

“What did you just say!?" Zoroark growled threateningly. “My patience is running very thin."

“So much work done to find you…" Evan shook his head. “The famous and powerful Pokémon of Lostlorn turns out to be a fucking female, what a letdown," he taunted her.

“You've done it…" Zoroark said simply, the lack of emotion in her illusionary voice coming off as extremely unsettling for the human. “I earned my position of Alpha the hard way, by being the strongest there is here. I will not let you, on top of trespassing into my territory, undermine my skill, authority and my gender. I am very proud to be a female."

“There's nothing to be proud of in being a woman, bitch. And, I'll show you why. I'm taking you down!" Evan shouted boldly.

Zoroark slowly flexed her claws, her boiling anger barely kept in check. “You'll pay very dearly for saying that."

Evan looked at his Houndoom, who was still silently standing between the two. “Ha! This thing's just a stupid bitch. Come on, Houndoom! A female can't be any sort of challenge to us. Let's roast this pussy up, use Fire Blast!" Evan ordered.

Houndoom's only response to his commands was empty silence. Evan cursed in annoyance. “What the hell got in you, Houndoom!? Snap out of it and attack her!" He growled and glared at Zoroark, realizing that Houndoom not responding to his orders most likely had something to do with her. Houndoom was basically a silent statue. “What did you do to him!?" he demanded angrily.

Zoroark let out a throaty chuckle, bemused by the human's constant blunders. She gave him a very intimidating and feral grin. “I've trapped him in an illusion. His mind is wandering in the little world I've created for him, carefree and worriless… unable to break free… his mind is now mine to toy with to my desires…" Zoroark drawled on, pleased with the results. “He's not going to respond to you unless I allow him to."

“You fucking bitch…" Evan cursed at her, his hands tightening into fists out of spite. “You'll pay for doing that to him. You! Are! Nothing!"

“I am the Alpha Female of Lostlorn Forest!" Zoroark countered, feeling the need to remind Evan of that important fact yet again. She spread her arms slightly, motioning to the areas around them. “This entire forest is mine to control. Everyone here is mine to control. I am the mistress here. You just messed with the wrong Pokémon, stupid human. And, I'll make sure you regret the disrespect you've shown to me every single day of the rest of your pitiful life."

“Then so be it!" Evan narrowed his eyes while taking several slow steps to the side. Zoroark mimicked him, walking slowly to the opposite side in careful and controlled motions. She looked like a predator stalking her prey.

“Well?" Zoroark asked simply, narrowing her teal-colored eyes back at him. “I'm waiting. Show me what you've got."

Evan stopped, glaring at her. “Oh, you'll see. Let's see how you handle my attack," he answered bravely while he carefully analyzing the situation and his imminent opponent. Houndoom was pretty much permanently out of the fight, leaving him down to two Pokémon. If he could only keep her away for long enough with his knife to release his other Pokémon, he knew he could have an advantage in a three against one fight.

Both of them stood perfectly still, leaving the rustling grass—due to the nightly breezes—be the only sound echoing all around them. They were both awaiting the other to make the first move, eyes locked with each other.

Ultimately, it was the Team Plasma Grunt who made the first move. As fast as he could, he reached with his hand for the vest pocket where his other two Pokéballs resided, intent on releasing his other two Pokémon to battle the beast that he had so intently sought out. Zoroark would have none of that, however. As soon as the first muscle of Evan's arm moved, her lightning fast reflexes already had her lashing out in response. With a potent leap of her hind legs, she closed the distance between her and the Team Plasma grunt in a speed far greater than what a human could possibly react to.

Evan let out a short, breathless scream as her arm collided against his gut rather violently and knocked the air out of him, aimed very carefully to completely avoid the combat knife in his hand. The force of the impact sent him flying backwards harshly, rolling along on the grass while coughing severely and gripping his stomach from the pain of the blow. He kept going until his back painfully collided against a tree bark, causing him to let out a pained cry. His knife had fallen out of his hand, landing quietly in the grass beside him. For once, he was very glad he was wearing armor, or that'd have definitely hurt a lot more.

Zoroark chuckled in amusement as she watched him writhe in pain, walking towards him. “I'd say I handled that pretty well, don't you think?" she commented in amusement. “I love how frail humans can be…" The illusion Fox Pokémon stopped just in front of him and reached down with a single arm, wrapping her claws around his neck tightly and easily lifting him up. She pressed him against the tree, their faces now at eye-level and mere inches apart from each other. Evan's feet helplessly dangled a foot off the ground.

Evan coughed and struggled against the tight grip she had on his neck. It wasn't tight enough to prevent him from breathing, but it was definitely uncomfortable and painful. This close, she was downright terrifying. The predatory glare in her teal eyes, the glimpses he could get of her sharp teeth and fangs whenever she opened her mouth, the sharp claws around his neck, her very strong and muscular body. Everything about her screamed apex predator. It was then that Evan realized taunting her was a really bad mistake. He did his best to struggle against her, his hands gripping her arm in an attempt to pry her off, but that was completely futile. The muscles underneath that soft fur coat felt rock solid whenever he grabbed and pulled at them. It was clear to him that her physical strength—that of a powerful and very experienced Pokémon—far exceeded and outclassed his own. He realized, he never stood a chance. “L-le-et m-me g-go…" Evan hissed between labored breaths.

Zoroark casually examined the human she had caught wandering so deeply into her territory, now that she could get a closer look. From what she could see, he appeared tall for the average of his species. His skin-tone was a pale white, while what little she could see of his hair under his attire was a bright auburn color and his eyes were a light blue color. She curiously wondered if those particular traits qualified as attractive or not in human standards, even if that was not something she cared about much. “I can't have you releasing more Pokémon and making this more chaotic than it already is," Zoroark said simply.

Not interested in figuring out how the complicated medieval clothing that he was wearing functioned in order to remove any threats he may have left, she went for the easiest solution. She brought her other clawed paw forward, the middle claw beginning to glow as eerie, dark energy amassed around it in the form of Night Slash. She pierced the human's armored clothing around the center of his stomach with horrifying ease, stopping short when she felt his skin touch the tip of her claw. Evan let out a gurgled, terrified scream. The dark power burned. It felt as if a scorching hot knife was being pressed against his stomach. Thankfully, he realized, she didn't seem interested in piercing any further.

Zoroark then trailed her claw upwards. The armored clothing easily gave away, shredding and tearing under the pressure and strength of her darkness-infused claw as it passed through. Before long the claw reached his upper chest, close to where she was holding him. She then hooked her claws further into the garment and with a brutal pull, completely tore it off the terrified human and then casually tossed it to the side. “Much better." She let go of him, causing him to fall down into the grass, coughing and gasping for air violently while clutching his aching neck.

“My… Pokéballs…" Evan stuttered, looking up to the broken and discarded garment lying a good dozen feet away.

“Don't even think about it," Zoroark threatened with a growl.

Evan looked down at his now naked chest, seeing a red, slightly bloodied line on his stomach from where she had pressed too much while cutting his clothing. He growled in anger. “How dare you… You'll pay for this! You stupid bitch! I will not be treated like this by some stupid, lowly female! You will belong and serve Team Plasma from this night onwards! Long live Lord Ghetsis!" Evan grabbed the combat knife that was lying on the grass and quickly stood up, throwing a stab at Zoroark's stomach as he did so.

The knife didn't even get close to her. Long, red claws cleanly intercepted the knife and grabbed it by the blade without problems. Evan pushed as much as he could against her claws, but the knife didn't even budge an inch forward. Then, with a strong twist of her wrist, Zoroark broke the knife in half, making a sharp, metallic clang ring all around them. “Fuck…" Evan cursed as he fell onto his butt, hand opening to let what was left of the broken knife fall into the grass.

“You humans really are stupid," the bemused Illusion Fox Pokémon said in her illusionary voice. “Do you really think something as trivial as a sharp piece of metal is going to get you out of this?" she asked bluntly. “I don't care what this 'Team Plasma' thing is, but, did you really think you could capture me on your own?" She slowly shook her head. “Not going to happen."

“You're going to pay for this…" Evan threatened, glaring at her as best as he could. “When the rest of my team comes, they will beat the shit out of you and send you half-dead in a one-way trip to Lord Ghetsis' office."

“You really have a short term memory, don't you? I just told you, they are all right now aimlessly wandering around the forest while being closely watched by the rest of my pack. They won't ever find us unless I allow them to. This entire forest is mine to command." Zoroark let out a beastly grin. “You're hopeless and alone."

Evan growled in exasperation and spite. “You fucking bitch… That's what you are. You're nothing but a dumb pussy." He was not going to allow himself be talked down and schooled by a female Pokémon, not by a longshot. “You need to learn not to mess with Team Plas—"

Zoroark growled at him, baring her fangs. It was a deep, beastly and threatening growl that immediately made him shut his mouth and crawl back out of pure fright until his back was firmly pressed against the tree. “You're not very smart, are you? Insulting the one who's captured you is not a good idea. Like I told you, I am very proud to be a female, and the Alpha. I will not let you insult my gender or position like that." She slowly took a couple steps forward, making him shrink back against the tree bark. “You trespass into my territory with the intention to harm those in it, and then have the guts to insult me in my face? I'm going to punish you for this. I'm going to make sure you never want to come back here ever again."

“What are you going to do to me?" Evan asked fearfully, looking at her savage features with wide eyes. He was beginning to realize that he was in a much worse situation than he initially thought. His Houndoom was still completely frozen, his knife was broken, his other two Pokéballs were inaccessible and his team would not be coming to his aid. He was truly out of fight possibilities. Completely defenseless, he felt all his courage evaporate under those sharp, predatory eyes. Perhaps taunting her was not a very good idea after all.

Zoroark laughed heartily at his pathetic, terrified appearance. “Your fear smells delicious, let me tell you. It's a… very exotic and appealing scent," she commented darkly, taking a deep breath afterwards to savor it. “Aaaahh, the raw and primal scent of terror… never gets old."

Evan gulped fearfully, looking up at her with wide eyes. For a moment, he wondered if this was going to be where he would meet his end. “Don't… kill me," he said simply, unable to gasp out anymore words.

“Don't worry, I don't kill unless I'm hunting," Zoroark reassured him. “I don't enjoy unjustified killing." She hummed, tapping her chin with one of her blood red claws. “Admittedly, considering all the Pokémon your people have killed in the past, and all the families you've separated. All the damage you all have done to my forest… I could justify killing you." Evan looked at her in horror, but she resumed speaking before he could say anything. “But, you're lucky I've settled on not killing you for now. However, even if I won't kill you, this is easily going to be the worst day of your life." She already had the perfect plan to punish him formed up in her mind. Even if it didn't particularly thrill her, she knew it'd definitely scar him for good. “You seem to have a problem with me being a female. Well, I'm going to rub the fact I'm female into your face." She licked her lips eagerly. “Very literally."

“What… do you mean?" Evan asked, utterly confused. It was settled, this Pokémon was downright crazy. At least, her earlier claim made any fears for his life be pushed to the back of his mind for the time being. But, he wasn't entirely sure how much he could trust her to keep her word.

She walked closer to him, towering imposingly and dominantly above him. “Take off the rest of your clothes," she ordered firmly.

“… What?" Evan asked flatly, not entirely sure if he had heard her correctly. “Did your… illusion-speech thing malfunction or something?" he asked nervously, though he immediately wished he could take it back because of the visible snarl that formed on her muzzle.

“I said take them off!" Zoroark bellowed angrily, both her illusionary and physical voices thundering loudly at the same time.

Evan cowered against the tree, making himself as small as he could. “Bu-but, w-why?" he stuttered, completely paralyzed from the sheer fear that she induced on him. For a moment, he wondered if he found her scarier than Ghetsis himself.

Zoroark let out a throaty chuckle and lifted an arm up to her muzzle, slowly and teasingly running her tongue along the length of one of her blood-red claws. “Because, you don't want to know what I can do with these."

“You wouldn't dare!" Evan shouted at her. The eerie silence that followed after Evan finished speaking was heavy and full of suspense. He watched her closely, unsure of what she'd do. Evan flinched in fright when he heard a growl pierce the awkward silence between the two before she suddenly lunged forward with all three claws of her right paw emanating a veil of black, consuming darkness. Evan screamed in terror and ducked, just barely dodging the Night Slash attack that cleanly sliced a deep cut into the tree bark behind him.

Zoroark glared down at him. She hadn't seriously aimed to hit him, and her attack had been intentionally launched in a slow enough speed to allow him to dodge. It was merely a display of power meant to terrorize him. And, from his mortified expression and scream, she was completely sure that it had been completely successful. “You are going to stop talking back to me like that, get it? I'm the Alpha Female here, and you will respect me as such," Zoroark stated commandingly, her voice cold and firm. “You will obey every single word I say."

Evan nodded fearfully, and followed the dark-type's earlier command. Slowly, he reached down and undid his armored boots and took them off one by one, his socks following afterwards. Then, he unbuckled his belt and took his grey pants off, deciding to take his underwear off as well without trying to argue about it. Something told him she would have none of that. “I'm… done," he said quietly. Evan shivered when a cold breeze blew by, the cold was brutal against his now naked body.

“Good," Zoroark purred huskily, making Evan look at her in confusion due to the clear shift in her voice. She intently looked at him up and down, her predatory eyes analyzing every part of his body. Evan blushed in embarrassment when her gaze obviously lingered longer at his crotch. “You're quite insignificant, aren't you?" Her demeaning comment instantly made Evan glare up at her defiantly. “Or, are humans just like that?" Zoroark continued speaking, not seeming to react to his glare. “If you get an erection, it doesn't look like it's close to even half of what male Zoroark usually have," she taunted, tilting her head while sneering at him. Evan wasn't too sure how to respond to her. Part of him was angered at her degrading comments of him and wanted to call her out on them, but the more rational part of him argued that it would probably be a really bad idea to do so. So, for the time being he settled on just swallowing his pride and remaining silent. “Well, it's time to get to business," Zoroark began, taking several steps forward so that her body was now towering above him dominantly, her powerful and muscular legs resting at either side of him. “You called me a pussy earlier… Well, you'll get exactly what you want. It's time you meet that up close."

Evan gasped, fully understanding what she had meant with her earlier comment about rubbing into his face the fact she was a female. “What? No!" he shouted, utterly disgusted. “I'm not going to touch a Pokémon's… cunt! Especially not yours!" he spat out, glaring up at her defiantly. “That's disgusting! Fuck off, you bitch!" However, all that defiance suddenly evaporated when she glared back at him.

“What did I just tell you about talking back at me like that?" Zoroark growled threateningly_. “Do you want a reminder of what I can do to you if you provoke me?"_ she questioned him darkly.

The disgruntled Team Plasma grunt gulped, thinking back to every display of power she had done so far. “N-no," he answered, knowing full there was nothing he could do to oppose her. When her glare continued, he quickly added, “I'm sorry, I'm sorry! It's not happening again! I swear!" he helplessly babbled.

Zoroark cooed in approval. “Good." She reached down and gripped his short, auburn hair with her claws and forced the upper part of his body upwards, easily pulling him into a kneeling position. She crouched down slightly. “Now… explore me. Arouse me. Eat me out. And, it better be good if you expect to walk out of here with all your blood still inside your body."

“Yes, yes," Evan replied immediately, absolutely flabbergasted at the prospect. There he was, about to give oral sex to a fucking Pokémon of all things. However, nothing came to his mind about what he could do to get out of the situation. It was clear the only way he had of surviving this without any serious injury was to please the crazy female towering above him. Now that he was this intimately close to her, he could perceive a very particular scent coming off of her. It was a soft, lingering scent in the air around her that was slightly musky but quite piercing. And, the closer he inched to her, the more penetrating the smell got.

Evan gulped, thankfully the scent wasn't too bothersome…yet. He looked up at her discreetly, noting how powerful she appeared from this close up, further accentuated by the angle he was looking at her from. The two legs at either side of his body were very muscular, each of them packing more power than all the muscles in his feeble body put together. Looking closely, he could see numerous scars underneath the well-kept fur, all of them of varying sizes and of varying ages.

She was a born battler, a warrior. She was an Alpha. And, Alphas had to constantly battle to keep that position. Evan winced, realizing how bad and hopeless the situation was. He never stood a chance against her. Never. She appeared so powerful already and yet, all he was admiring was her body and that was it. He wasn't even beginning to consider her vast array of crazy powers. After all, Evan noted, his Houndoom was still several feet away from them, completely immobilized and trapped in an illusion set up by her. She had defeated his Houndoom, his strongest Pokémon, with basically a simple thought. That was all she needed to do to take his companion out of the battle.

He looked up her legs, past her crotch, up to her navel and then her chest, noting all the raw muscle and the occasional scar he could spot, as well as admiring the changes in color and texture of her surprisingly clean and well-kept fur. He kept looking up until he eventually reached her face. Evan blushed massively when his eyes met her own and he realized she had been observing him intently the entire time. “I take it you're enjoying the stunning sight I am?" she questioned, her tone undoubtedly prideful.

“Y-Yes, I was," Evan admitted, knowing full well how badly she's react to a negative response.

“Well, I don't blame you. I'm so attractive even humans are mesmerized by me." Zoroark winked at him. “Now, imagine the effects I have on male Zoroark. And a couple females, too."

Evan winced. “I can imagine…" he whispered. Never had he felt dirtier in his life than he did right now. He had just admitted he was mesmerized by checking out a Pokémon. And, he got the feeling, he would feel even dirtier still as the night progressed.

“Since you seem to like them so much, go ahead. Touch my legs. Feel them out," Zoroark ordered, smirking down at him. “I won't bite."

Evan grimaced in disgust, utterly embarrassed. Knowing he had no option but to do as she said, he gave no resistance and moved his hands to each of her legs, placing them at her calves. He was very surprised at how soft and lovely her fur was. It was actually a very pleasant sensation to touch her fur. He traced her calves down to the ankles, feeling the stark contrast between the steel-hard muscles underneath the soft and tender fur. He circled her ankles so his hands now roamed her shins, before slowly tracing his hands up. He went past her knees and up to her thighs. Idly, his hands roamed in circles around her thighs, feeling them out.

Zoroark smirked at him. “Admit it, you like me. You like my body," she said teasingly. “You are liking a Pokémon sexually."

“Yes, I am, I am," Evan answered quickly, not wanting to provoke anymore fury from her. And, as much as he hated to admit it, her body did have quite the charm to it.

“I'm glad you are starting to appreciate me," Zoroark purred approvingly. “Consider yourself lucky. There's dozens of male Zoroark and Zorua in this forest that'd do anything to be in your position right now." She gave him a lustful and seductive look. ''And since you like my legs so much…"

She lifted one of them dominantly, until her foot was just a mere inch in front of Evan's face. Just like her paws, her feet had three very sharp and intimidating looking blood-red claws, while the rest of her feet were covered in a layer of her soft fur. ''Kiss it,'' she commanded. ''Worship the foot of the Pokémon who's owning you.''

Evan grimaced in disgust. She'd been walking on those soles the entire day, yet he didn't move his head away when she firmly planted that foot in his face in an act of pure domination. He was too afraid she would really hurt him if he didn't do exactly what she wanted.

The Plasma grunt grumbled when he felt the strong muscles and bones in her foot pressing down on him, causing his back to arch painfully until he reluctantly kissed her sole in obedience. To Evan's relief, her foot wasn't as dirty as he expected it to be. Its musky and earthy scent was only very slight, and there wasn't much dirt on it. Like the rest of her body, it seemed the Zoroark often cleaned herself.

This didn't help Evan's embarrassment, however. He was kissing a Zoroark's foot, the Pokémon he was supposed to catch! Now though, he was glorifying her with his mouth instead! He didn't think he could stop any lower at the moment.

''Good boy," Zoroark purred. “Keep on massaging my foot with your lips. Use your tongue as well. Get a good taste of me,'' she cooed sinisterly, clearly with the intent to tease and humiliate him further.

Evan reeled back at the prospect. Kissing her foot was one thing, but actually using his tongue to lick her foot was going too far. ''N-no,'' he declared in a meek voice.

''What was that?'' the dark-type asked flatly.

Evan whimpered, her dark scowl destroying all of his bravado. ''N-Nothing,'' he stuttered back, steeling himself for what he was about to do.

''Good, then get onto it. Drag your tongue all over my foot and acknowledge my superiority over you, pathetic human!'' Zoroark barked angrily.

Slowly, and with quivering lips, Evan did what he was told. The Team Plasma grunt moved out his tongue, and while closing his eyes and cheeks flustering with shame, brought it on her fluffy sole.

Zoroark's satisfying grin told him everything. She was clearly enjoying the fact he was being humiliated like this.

''You look good like that, using your tongue on my foot. Keep on going, go over my claws too!'' Zoroark instructed harshly while pressing her foot down on his face just a tad bit rougher.

“Okay…" Shame welled up inside Evan. He couldn't believe he was licking a Pokémon's foot and was literally under her. The texture of her claws were smooth in comparison to her fur. He shook visibly when he carefully kissed each one of them with a lot of precision as to not stab himself.

Zoroark seemed amused, wiggling her toes just to tease him a bit further. ''You're enjoying this, aren't you? Don't deny how my attractive body isn't everything you've ever wanted!''

Evan didn't respond, he couldn't as he was still busy roaming his warm tongue over the entirety of her foot, until he had dampened her fur with his saliva.

''I believe that's quite enough." Zoroark removed her foot from his face and set her leg beside him. “I remember ordering you to use your tongue on my pussy instead. So, get to that right now!''

Evan nodded slowly, his gaze returning to her crotch. It was clear that the entire situation had already began to take its arousing effect on her. The musky scent he was smelling earlier had gotten a lot stronger, and the stinging feeling it left on his nose much harder to ignore. He reached up with both of his hands, putting them at either side of her crotch. However, he paused, having no clue how to even begin. “How… how do I even get to it? There's fur everywhere." A low, threatening growl resonated all above him, making him whimper in fear_._ “It's not my fault! It's not like I know how to touch a Zoroark…"

“Fair enough. Pull the fur apart about the middle, let my moisture guide you. Once I'm fully aroused, you won't have issues finding my pussy," Zoroark instructed. “Now hurry up before I take matters in my own claws. You're the worst male I've ever seen."

Her words stung at his masculine pride, but he knew it'd be a really bad idea to bring that up to her. He resumed exploring her with his hands, noting how the middle was beginning to feel damp and sticky. Just like she had ordered him to, he followed the moisture. He applied some pressure with his hands down the middle and then pulled them outwards, making the fur part open to reveal what he was forced to look for. A fresh wave of her pheromone-rich scent hit his nose mercilessly, making him feel slightly dizzy and pull his head back briefly. Her musky arousal was now very powerful.

Her vaginal opening didn't seem that different from that of a human, safe for the excess fur surrounding it and the fact it was much larger. Her dampened outer labia was slightly swollen, greeting Evan in silent anticipation, while her cute, pink clit was barely visible through her fur. Her pussy was the same beautiful charcoal-black color as her coat, except for the fact her lips had taken on a bit of a glossy and rosy hue. If Evan didn't know any better, he could imagine it belonged to an adorable human instead of this... lecherous Pokémon!

The Team Plasma grunt was relieved it didn't look so alien at least. Since she was a vulpine, he'd expected her snatch to look way more feral. He figured it was thanks to her bipedal body structure that this was not the case, making it natural its shape was more suited for a substantially different mating style than that of quadrupedal canine Pokémon. Humans were also bipedal, and Evan could trace familiarities in the shape and form of her pussy. Still, he didn't know if that made the job easier, or even more embarrassing.

Slowly, he moved his right hand towards her moist slit and gently traced her opening from the bottom all the way the top, taking note of the slow, pleasured rumbles the beast was letting out at his touch. He repeated the motion again, this time applying more pressure. Zoroark's breathing was steady and slow, relaxed for the time being as she let the human between her legs freely explore her. “You can do better than that," she encouraged.

The Team Plasma grunt let out a sigh and then began to trace her outer lips at a faster pace, working on slowly building up her arousal. Every stroke he did, every trace of her nether lips that he drew made her get damper and damper. Several moments of his treatment had made a clear effect on her. Evan idly took note of how being turned on changed her intimate area's appearance. Her lips were now more pronounced, clearly engorged with blood and arousal. He now didn't need his hands to keep the fur apart, the vaginal opening was pronounced enough to keep the fur apart on its own. Between the engorged lips he could see the bright pink flesh of her insides, glistening with her natural lubricants. The raw and potent scent coming from her opening was like anything he'd ever smelled. It was even stronger than before, and it kind of started to disorient Evan and made his mind go hazy.

As he was rubbing the beast's slit, he decided to prod slightly, letting a pair of fingers slightly push inside. He was at first slightly startled by her growl, but felt relieved when he realized it was one of approval. She was quite warm and soft inside, much to his surprise. Her walls were like silken cushions, slightly contracting and loosening up whenever he moved his fingers in further. She also had no issue easily taking the fingers in completely. Evan tentatively pulled his fingers back out before inserting them again with a wet squelch, making her let out a pleasured purr. She was very warm, and Evan marbled at how quickly his hand was getting wet with her copious fluids.

However, it wasn't the fluids what was first on his mind, it was her smell. Her sexual smell was now beginning to be almost unbearable due to how overpowering it felt on him. Her rich, fertile, musky odor was starting to make him feel light-headed and weak. It was an arousing scent so powerful and lush no human female could ever match. Loving, bestial and potent, a scent that clearly made males fall to their knees before her. The scent of an adult, ripe, Alpha Female. “Come on…" Zoroark beckoned him in a purring voice. “Start using that tongue of yours, my little bitch."

Evan gulped, quite ashamed she called him something so embarrassing, and looked at her aroused pussy fixatedly. She really expected him to eat her out. He closed his eyes and slowly leaned forward, feeling the heat of her body getting closer and closer to his face before stopping dead on his tracks. He just couldn't bring himself to do it. “I… can't…" he whimpered pathetically.

Zoroark rolled her eyes in exasperation. “Useless human." She reached down and gripped the back of his head with a paw, the claws neatly hooking at either side of his head. With ease, she pulled his face close and mashed him into her vaginal slit mercilessly. She took great delight in hearing his muffled, panicked scream as she did so. Zoroark kept him in place for several very long and tense seconds, pressing his face into her crotch with a lot of strength. “See? I'm female. Let that get through your thick skull. I'm a very strong female, you pathetic idiot. Get a very close look at what makes me the powerful female that I am!"

Evan struggled helplessly, but her claw kept him easily on her pussy lips. Her hot, moist flesh rolled over his lips, wetting it in her arousal while his nasal cavity got clogged with her feminine fluids. It was terrifying, but he couldn't do a thing as he was involuntarily forced to kiss Zoroark's wet slit until her femininity began to seep into his mouth.

Keeping his head firmly in place with her claws, she began to move her hips in circular motions while applying a considerable amount of pressure, trailing her slit over his chin and upper lip. She threw her head back and let out a rumbling growl, pleased at the sensations her rough treatment of him was bringing upon her. She rubbed her slit across his entire face, ensuring that not a single spot of his face went untreated and sliming it in a thick layer of her arousal. Whenever she went over his mouth, she made sure to linger there for a much longer amount of time than the rest of his face. She kept manhandling his face into her, showing no pity or remorse for the human as she began to hump forward, letting out throaty moans and purrs as she did so. “This is sooo much better…"

Evan tried to scream, cry out, and beg her to stop. But he couldn't. His entire face was completely smothered by her sticky, damp crotch to the point it was hard to breathe. It seemed that whenever he tried to open his mouth to make a sound, Zoroark would move her pussy to it that very instant, forcing him to take another taste of her. Her taste was vastly different than that of humans. It was much, much stronger and stingy. Powerful, potent and musky, just like her bestial scent. It made the Team Plasma grunt writhe and sputter between her legs. He wanted to spit it out and clear his tongue from the strong taste that invaded all of his senses, but the dark-type wouldn't let him.

Zoroark smiled slightly, and right when she felt he opened his lips to take in a mouthful of precious air and clear his mouth, she pulled him harder and humped herself against him. Evan's muffled scream as his mouth was engulfed by her pussy was music to her ears and she couldn't help but let out a loud yip and moan at the intense vibration it sent across her core. “Oooh, that was really good!" she exclaimed excitedly, thoroughly enjoying the pleasure she was receiving. “Come on, use that tongue!" she ordered.

Evan meanwhile, couldn't think straight anymore. When he felt her heated snatch hump his mouth so forcefully, another batch of her thick arousal had trickled down past his lips. On reflex, he swallowed her warm pussy juice, shuddering how the taste seemed to linger in his throat.

Having no choice but to do as she pleased and wanting nothing more than for her to let him go, Evan obeyed and extended his tongue into her slit, balking back at the intense heat and taste that greeted him. Her inner folds clamped down on his tongue, bathing it in her rich, vulpine fluids. It was like she had his tongue in a tight grip and kept on marinating it to hammer in her potent taste once and for all. Coupled with the fact she was humping him, his tongue was pushed in deeply until her outer lips had embraced his own lips in a wet, sloppy kiss.

“Hmmmm!" Zoroark moaned while throwing her head back. The pleasure she received was divine, but that was mainly because she enjoyed dominating this pathetic human more than anything. She stopped humping and instead resorted to just keeping his face tightly pressed to her for several very long moments. Using her paw, she stroked and rubbed his face against her pussy crudely before finally releasing him from her heated crotch. Evan's embarrassed face and outstretched tongue coated in her arousal—while she held him up by his hair—was a very satisfying sight. It made Zoroark's pussy quiver in delight, especially the strand of saliva that still connected the tip of his tongue to her vulpine snatch, implying where his mouth had just been.

Releasing her grip on him fully and letting him go, Evan immediately collapsed at her feet, panting and coughing heavily. His entire face, neck and tongue glistened under the moonlight, completely bathed in her sexual fluids. “You're not done yet, human," Zoroark casually reminded him, tapping a footpaw impatiently near his head. “Either you bury your tongue into my pussy on your own or I'll force you to do it again. There's plenty more where that came from."

“Yes… I'll get to it," Evan said between pants, using his arms to ease himself back up to his knees and trying to ignore her potent arousal still overpowering his taste buds. He had never met anyone so harsh and dominant in his entire life. She was an Alpha, he reminded himself. Being dominant was most likely part of her everyday nature and lifestyle. And it was terrifying.

“Come on, you're clearly enjoying being my bitch," Zoroark cooed, her voice cruelly teasing. “Don't act like you are disgusted because you are not." It was at that precise moment that Evan realized what she meant. He was hard. He had a raging erection. Evan hadn't ever felt this humiliated in his entire life. The concept of sex with Pokémon downright disgusted him, yet, he got turned on by her forcing his head between her legs.

He was naked and completely aroused by a fucking Zoroark. A cold, nightly breeze flew by, making the humiliated Team Plasma grunt shiver as it caressed his erect dick. His face felt icy cold from the feeling of the wind against the Zoroark's glistening sexual fluids, while his raging erection felt desperately in need of contact. He trembled, feeling absolutely defeated. The illusionist Pokémon laughed darkly. “Come on, don't be so tough on yourself. You're loving this, come on, tell me how much you're loving me," she teased heatedly, intent on completely crushing his pride and spirit.

Evan looked up at her with wide eyes. He definitely wasn't. He was sure he wasn't enjoying the way she was raping him. Yet, here he was, sporting an erection for her. And he knew very well that she only wanted one answer. “I'm… loving it," he said in defeat, convinced with himself that he was lying. But, there was nothing he could do to stop his body's natural reactions.

''You're loving it!?'' Zoroark sneered. ''You better be specific real fast, because I'm no it to you. I'm your mistress, understood? So you'll address me as such!''

''I'm… I'm sorry. I'm loving you, my mistress!'' Evan added quickly through gritted teeth. He was angry, flabbergasted, but above all afraid and extremely ashamed at his own body for betraying him like this.

''Tell me exactly what you love about me,'' Zoroark commanded, grinning from ear to ear and giving Evan a frightening look at her fangs and teeth, intent on humiliating Evan as thoroughly as she could.

The Plasma grunt couldn't believe her. He was about to rebut, but one look at her intimidating claws and fangs made him change his mind. Cheeks flustered, and with a shameful erection throbbing in the cold night air, he obeyed the dominant dark-type. ''I love... I love your fur and how soft it feels,'' he admitted hoarsely. “It's… uh… very lovely. You…" He blushed harder. “You… do a really good job at keeping it clean and tidy."

''Lovely, do go on. Tell me more about how great I am and how grateful you are that you are given the honor to please me with your mouth,'' the dark female commanded with a savage and smug smile, while still looming over him imposingly.

Evan blushed another shade of red, his dignity taken another heavy blow as he muttered his next words. ''You… you're a very strong female, mistress… and I'm happy—I'm very, very glad you've given me this opportunity to please you with my… mouth.'' Evan couldn't believe what he had just said. Shame welled up inside of him until he could die on the spot.

However, Zoroark wasn't pleased yet. ''I'm sure you can do better than that, pathetic human. Tell me exactly how you just love to put your tongue deep inside my wet slit.''

Her dirty words made Evan's dick twitch. Just imagining saying something so lewd had his arousal spiking. Reluctantly, he eyed the dominant Pokémon, and told her exactly what she wanted to hear.

''I love to kiss your pussy, mistress. I want nothing more than to bury my tongue far inside your snatch and make you feel good,'' Evan admitted obediently. He was shocked beyond comprehension at how easily he said this, and how saying these words only made his cock harder.

“Don't act so shocked, it's only natural that I incite this reaction on you. No male can resist my scent. Besides, you're secretly enjoying this way more than you'd care to admit. Now, continue to eat me out or I'll go even rougher on you. And, you better put that tongue of yours to good use," Zoroark said expectantly.

Now that he knew full well what she'd do if he didn't comply, Evan had no choice but to swallow his pride and slowly inch his face towards the Zoroark's heated crotch. This time it was completely on his own volition. The Zoroark's vaginal slit was fully aroused and engorged with desire, the outer lips puffy and the insides bright pink and pulsing. Her clit was more prominent as well, peeking its head out of between her cute, moistened labia. The entirety of her crotch was damp with her fluids, and her musky and ripe scent continued being enticingly penetrating on his nose.

Deciding not to extend his suffering any further, he closed the distance and went on to please the fearsome beast towering above him. Maybe, he thought, the faster he got her to finish, the faster he could put the ordeal behind him. He pressed his lips against Zoroark's pussy, letting his tongue extend forward and tentatively lick at her tender flesh. To his surprise, now that he could fully focus on her taste at his own pace and without her ravaging his face, she didn't taste that bad. It wasn't as unpleasant as he expected it. Maybe he could tolerate this after all. With a bit more confidence, he gave her several more experimental licks across the length of her slit. The action had his member throbbing with desire. His mind didn't care anymore that it was a Zoroark he was giving oral to. Her natural, sexual lubricant made him shiver. Her scent had affected him quite a bit.

Zoroark's back arched, purring in appreciation. “Good boy," she said, letting out soft growls and moans. “That's much better." She gripped the back of his head with her claws once more, but this time her grip was much gentler and softer. She ensured he kept a steady pressure on him by pressing his face forward towards her cunt while he continued to eat her out.

Evan flinched slightly at the feeling of her claws. He had seen firsthand how scary they could be. Not wanting to invoke fury in those very same claws, Evan continued pleasing the beast, giving long and forceful licks to her slit. Building some courage and hoping this would end soon, he aligned himself with her opening and plunged his tongue into her. He was greeted by a small gush of her fluids and a pleased, rumbling purr from her. Her damp walls—which he was getting familiar with now—greeted his tongue kindly. Instead of contracting roughly like she had done earlier, she was now almost gentle. She coaxed him further inside will the softness of her walls hugged his tongue in every direction. It was a very different sensation, almost as if she held his tongue in a sweet embrace.

It wasn't long before his lips were back on her pussy as well, and with a silent moan, he began to wiggle his tongue inside of her quivering vent while his lips were firmly interlocked with hers. Evan couldn't help himself anymore. Zoroark's scent was too powerful to ignore, and his cock was aching so badly. He needed some form of stimulation, and with extreme embarrassment written all over his face, the Plasma grunt began to move his hand to his stiff member in order to stroke himself.

However, the dark-type noticed this immediately, and with a scowl, intercepted his hand painfully before he even had the chance to touch his manhood. “Don't even think about it, you little bitch,'' Zoroark hissed, pressing his face down roughly in her crotch again. ''You're not worthy enough to jack yourself off while pleasing me. Now, keep on using your tongue, and don't let me see you do that ever again, got it?''

Evan mumbled incoherently between her legs, whimpering as he brought his full attention back on tongue-kissing her nether region.

“Ah, yes. That's so much better." She looked down at the humiliated human, his face buried between her legs. “So, who's the pussy and bitch now, eh?" she asked rhetorically, greatly enjoying Evan being so submissive.

Evan blushed out of pure embarrassment. She was right and he knew it. As far as she was concerned, he belonged to her and her alone for the time being. A sharp, breathy moan from her after a particular rough push from his tongue further proved her point. Evan's reward was another small gush of her fluids, making him cringe at the strong taste.

“Answer my question," Zoroark said simply, forcefully tugging the human's face into her cunt for a brief instant before letting him pull back just slightly so he could speak. “I want to hear you say it loud and clear."

Evan grimaced and looked up at her from between her legs. Zoroark's smirk was so broad it hurt to look at it. Fearing any further action from the claws on his head, he swallowed his pride and gave the only answer he knew she wanted to hear. “I am," he replied in a bitter voice. Even if he would never tell anyone of this ever in his life, the humiliation would always be there. He just told a female Pokémon he was her bitch.

Zoroark tilted her head, baring her fangs. “You're what? I didn't quite get it."

Evan let out a whine. This was too painful. “I'm your bitch!" he admitted. Evan could almost feel the tears building up at the corner of his eyes. “I'm your pussy and your bitch, okay?"

Zoroark laughed at the hurt and resentment in his voice. Music to hear ears. “Good. Now why don't you focus a bit more on my clit instead of that pathetic cock of yours?" Without warning, she roughly grabbed his face and once again buried it into her warm snatch. His muffled sounds of protests and desperation were even better music to her ears. Calmly, she moved his lips over her love button, until he obediently began to play and suck on it. ''That's a very good boy. Keep on suckling my clit like that,'' she cooed mockingly.

Evan rolled her soft flesh over his tongue, not even trying to struggle anymore as more of her arousal dampened his lips and chin. Her claw made sure to know exactly when he was doing a good job and when he wasn't.

After a while, she moved his lips away from her saliva-drenched clit, and she made point to suddenly rub her pussy across his entire face once more. She added yet another layer of her warm and musky fluids on top of the one that had already begun to dry out, and she made sure to linger on his lips a bit longer to fill his mouth as well. As fast as she had begun, she pulled his head back. Evan coughed harshly, spluttering out a mix of saliva and her sexual juices. She had given him no warning, not allowing him to even take a precautionary breath of air. Zoroark released his head, causing to immediately collapse into the grass again.

Zoroark frowned slightly, looking down at the human's weak and feeble form. She then glanced around and smirked when an idea came to her, and then calmly walked over to one of the numerous nearby trees and laid down on her back on the sprouting roots and foliage at the base, leaning her head back against the tree bark. Her large, furry mane provided a very relaxing support for her, she wiggled a few times to get comfortable before spreading her legs invitingly. “You're not done yet," she warned him. “Now come here and finish what you started."

Evan stared at her for several long, awkward seconds. Now that she was on her back, the idea of making a run for it briefly crossed his mind. But, he rapidly realized how bad of an idea that was. She pretty much controlled the entire forest with her illusions. Unless she allowed it, nothing ever left. Not to mention how easily her powerful body would catch him. He shivered in fright when he imagined what she'd do to him once she caught him. Once again, it was obvious the only path left for him was to do exactly as she said. “Y-yes, I'm coming," Evan said dejectedly in defeat. Admittedly, Zoroark looked rather attractive and sexually alluring in that pose. Now that she was lying down, she looked smaller and much less threatening. Her glistening, lovingly pink vagina looked amazingly inviting for his desperate pheromone-induced libido.

He slowly walked towards her, nervously watching her prone form and meeting her sharp teal-colored eyes with his own blue eyes. Was he really about to do it? Was he really about to have sex with a Pokémon? His badly neglected cock throbbed with desire and want. He had a raging stiff erection since she had begun torturing him and he was unable to attend it even briefly, as much as he hated to admit it, he desperately needed some release. He craved it. Even if that meant sinking to the lowest level possible by fucking her, a Pokémon. The very idea disgusted him.

Once he had reached her spread legs, he dropped to his knees between them and began to ever so slowly crawl on top of her. Nervously, he put both of his arms on her stomach and used it as leverage to slowly pull himself up until his face was getting close to her neck.

“What are you doing?" Zoroark asked him, tilting her head in curiosity.

Evan froze, wondering if he had done something wrong. “I'm… doing what you asked…" he answered timidly.

Zoroark snorted and, unable to hold it, laughed out loud. Evan winced at her laugh, confused about what was going on. Zoroark took a couple of breaths to steady herself before looking at him with amusement shining in her eyes. “Are you really trying to have sex with me now? Really? Damn! I didn't know you were enjoying this that much!" she exclaimed mockingly, a sneering grin painfully clear on her features.

“What? No!" Evan shouted, completely aghast. “I'm not enjoying this!"

Zoroark smirked at him, her fangs barely poking out of the edge of her lips. “Of course you are! I didn't ask you to fuck me, yet that's the conclusion you immediately jumped to. Maybe this isn't even punishment for you and you're just a dirty human idiot that's living his wet dream and fantasy all along. You're the dirtiest human I've ever met."

“No! I'm not! But… but…You… you laid down… on your back and… told me to come… I thought… I…" Evan began explaining, furiously blushing and unable to form a coherent sentence out of the sheer embarrassment, humiliation and awkwardness of the scene he was making. “I… thought…"

“You thought I had gotten in position so you could fuck me? Seriously?" Zoroark asked incredulously. “Fuck no!" she exclaimed, causing Evan to flinch back at the harshness in her illusionary voice. “First. If I wanted to fuck you, I would push you into the ground, pin you down and then ravage you until you passed out. I would be on top and in control all the time. I'm always on top, no matter who I'm having sex with. Stupid human."

Evan gulped in terror, completely frozen on the spot. He did not want to find out what being sexually ravaged by her would entail. “No! I meant—"

Zoroark growled intimidatingly, causing him to stop speaking and shut up instantly. “Second. I'm not interested in having sex with you, worthless human. You're pitifully tiny, I'd barely feel anything by fucking you. I don't know if your size is good or bad in human average, but, for what I'm used to fucking you're nothing," the dark-type explained before a sly, lewd look adorned her face_. “Good Zoroark males are usually more than twice your size in all ways…"_ she licked her lips hungrily. “And they have deliciously massive knots." Zoroark reached down with her arm and took a grip of his cock with her clawed paw. The claws easily came around his cock in a way that the sharp tips were a relative safe distance away from his delicate skin, leaving only their smooth sides in contact with him.

Evan let out a gasp when she did so. Part of him was terrified she'd hurt him there, but for the moment her hold wasn't painful. Another part of him jolted awake at the sensation of his dick finally coming into contact with something, even if it was her paw. She trailed her paw down to the base, making Evan groan at the smooth sensation of her cold claws contrasting with the wonderful tickling feeling the warm fur of her paw provided. “I mean, look at it," Zoroark continued, dangling his dick around in her paw while closely examining it. “On top of being too small for my tastes, your dick is just flat out uninteresting and unimpressive. Its shape's weird… It doesn't even have a knot… that's a no deal for me." Zoroark shrugged and let go of his member. “And judging by your reactions to my touching of you, I don't think you have anywhere near the stamina of a Zoroark either."

Evan gasped when her wonderful paw left and then looked at her with a conflicted expression. Part of him wanted her to resume touching him, provide him with the release he so badly needed. But, another part of him felt like he wanted to die on the spot. Just when would she stop humiliating him and making him feel like dirt? Not only did he feel like any sense of masculinity and pride he had left in him was being torn to shreds by her, but the awkwardness of his misinterpretation was only making his embarrassment worse. “That is not…my fault?" he tried to argue weakly, trying to choose his words carefully.

Zoroark laughed again, making him wince. “It sort of is, it's you who turned out to be way dirtier than I thought and wanted to fuck me!" she responded cheekily. “You're enjoying this way too much, naughty boy."

“I'm not!" Evan countered quickly.

“You are," Zoroark responded with a sly grin. “You got turned on by a Pokémon, and then you wanted to fuck one." She chuckled before sneering at him. “Not that you could actually fuck me, you just wouldn't be able to handle me. You'd pass out before I've even begin to get excited." She gave him a seductive, sultry look. “Since you're so eager to get a chance at me, let me show you just how unprepared you are to handle me. Your stupidity earned you a kiss."

“I don't want to ki—" Evan began speaking, but, he was never allowed to finish his sentence. He let out a short scream when Zoroark, taking full advantage of the fact their faces were relatively close to each other due to Evan's misunderstanding, lunged forward and pressed her snout to his mouth.

Evan's eyes widened the moment her soft muzzle came into contact with his. It was a strange sensation, feeling the skin rimming her mouth touch his own lips while her fur tickled his cheeks and nose where it made contact with him. Out of pure frightened reflex, his hands came up to try and push her away. Zoroark's own paws rapidly came forward, easily intercepting his hands and pushing them away. “Not so fast," she warned, her illusionary voice crackling with delight at Evan's horrified expression.

Zoroark pressed forward and opened her muzzle widely, making Evan let out a short scream before he was forced to quickly close his mouth when he felt her tongue approaching. Zoroark was well aware of the anatomical differences they had, so, she had to improvise to make a kiss between them work. She tilted her head to the side and moved forward, hooking her jaws at either side of his head and making Evan panic when he felt her sharp teeth press against his cheeks. Her open mouth was now everything he could see, giving him an unobstructed look at her terrifying teeth, her long tongue and her dark throat.

Zoroark's large tongue pressed against Evan's tightly sealed lips, roughly prodding for entry. Evan recoiled back in disgust the moment he felt the wet touch smeared across his lips, aghast at the prospect of Kalos-kissing the crazy dark female. However, Zoroark would have her way with him just like every single time so far. She slightly pressed her bite down, causing Evan to let out a pained shriek when her fangs pressed more into his skin. They were not yet piercing it, but they were making their presence known uncomfortably.

Zoroark masterfully seized the moment of Evan's shriek to push her tongue into his mouth, making him sputter and whine instantly. The Team Plasma Grunt's eyes widened as she pushed a good three or four inches of her thick, slimy tongue into his mouth and rapidly threatened to reach his throat. Zoroark let out a soft, cooing purr before beginning to explore the entirety of his mouth with it. Like she owned the place, her tongue left no area of his mouth unexplored or untouched. She moaned hoarsely at his pathetic reactions while she kissed him deeply, not minding the fact she could slightly taste her own fluids within his mouth.

Evan let out a series of disgusted whimpers and pitiful squeaks whenever her tongue trashed about inside his mouth. Her tongue was hot and large, he could feel that his mouth was already painfully full and she still had a decent chunk of her tongue out. His own tongue was simply no match for her own tongue, and he shuddered whenever she harshly pressed it against his own. Copious amounts of her saliva were being dripped into his mouth, causing him to gag nonstop. Her saliva had a distinctly different feeling when compared to that of a human's, as it was thicker and more viscous. Her breath wasn't as bad as he had expected. It was stale and rather rank, but not terrible or unbearable either.

Evan let out an agonizing shriek when Zoroark's face pushed forward yet again, allowing her to plunge her thick tongue into the opening of his throat and then go past it. The poor human was hapless as the Illusion Fox Pokémon began to slowly prod and push her tongue about his throat without restraint, thrusting far inside before easing back, allowing Evan a small breather before it plunged back yet again. Tears built up in Evan's eyes as he began to cough and choke, his eyes rolling to the back of his head. It was simply too much. The few moments he was given to breathe were overwhelmingly laden with sensations coming off from her. The feeling of Zoroark's breath all over is face whenever he tried to breathe, her tongue brutally assaulting his mouth and throat. Her saliva freely dripping into his mouth. He felt like he was about to pass out.

Just before he could pass out, Zoroark finally pulled out. She opened her jaws and released him, causing him to collapse on top of her while panting heavily and still gagging slightly. Evan clutched his neck with his hands, trying to easy the burning pain ripping through his throat. His face was now a mess of sexual fluids and saliva, and his deep, labored breaths only served to point out his exhaustion. “And that was a gentle kiss, by the way," Zoroark added with a sultry wink. “I could have gone for longer, but I had to stop before you blacked out. That's nowhere near how roughly I treat the pack males that are my bitches when I kiss them."

“You're fucking crazy," Evan rasped out through his sore throat and between pants and coughs.

Zoroark perked one of her brows, unamused with his reply. ''What did you just say?''

Immediately, Evan rectified his mistake for speaking with so little respect to her. ''I meant to say that you're very benevolent, mistress, for going as easy on a pathetic human as I am.''

That seemed to please the dark-type, and she gave him a toothy grin. “I'm just a good Alpha," Zoroark responded simply. She casually gripped Evan by the shoulders and pushed him off her, causing him to slide down her body and land in a heap on the grass between her legs.

Evan slowly and weakly rose off onto his arms and knees. “What… are you doing?" he asked fearfully, meeting her eyes in confusion. In his current position, he was standing on all fours between her legs, facing her crotch. In this position, she once again felt imposing and massive. Like she had said. Always on top.

“Oh, you're still going to eat me out, I'm still fucking turned on and you haven't finished me off," Zoroark informed him, her voice matter-of-fact. “Putting your stupid blunder and our quick kiss aside… I changed position because you weren't simply doing enough back there. Turns out your dick is not the only thing of yours that's pathetic next to a male Zoroark. Your tongue is also… meh. It's short, stubby, plain, weak… I should know, it gave no resistance in our kiss. It's just…boring. It's nothing like an eager male Zoroark's strong, muscular, hot, looooong tongue." Zoroark moaned just from imagining it, looking up at the stars briefly in desire. “So…" she turned back to look down at him and smiled lewdly, their eyes meeting. “I was never going to cum if we kept going like that. So, this change is to spice things up a bit. Enjoy."

Zoroark reached down and grabbed his head, pulling it close to the now familiar sight of her pussy. Evan grimaced as he was forcefully pulled down to her eager cunt, her potent scent hitting him harshly once more. “Not again…" Evan muttered in disdain. Not wanting to embarrass himself further or provoke her, he did exactly what he knew she wanted. He extended his tongue and flinched as it came into contact with her nether lips once more. Having no choice on the matter, Evan began to lick her, lapping off her fluids on her outer lips before slowly moving towards the opening of her vagina.

“Hmmm, that's a good bitch, you know exactly what to do," Zoroark praised, throwing her head back and closing her eyes briefly. While he was getting better at using his tongue, it still wasn't exactly was she looking for. However, Zoroark wasn't done preparing him yet. Now that he was in position, she tightened her legs at each of his sides to firmly keep him in place. Evan froze at the sudden contact and looked up at her in confusion. “What's… going on?" he asked nervously. The grip her legs had on him was rough. Not enough to make the pressure uncomfortable, but enough to make him think twice about fighting against it or trying to struggle.

Zoroark gave him an eager and expectant look. Her body posture and look did little to hide the lust she was exhibiting. “I'm about to get eaten out quite roughly, just how I like it," she answered. “I had to improvise, but, this will work."

“Improvise?" Evan asked incredulously. He did not like the sound of that.

“Yes," Zoroark replied, her eyes half lidded. “You, my little friend, are about to be shown just how much of a bitch you really are," she added. Her voice sounded terrifyingly eager.

“Wh—" Evan began speaking, but froze completely when he felt something cold and wet press up against his asshole. Then, he felt that cold thing that was pressed up against him take sharp intakes of air. Like something was taking his scent in. Evan rapidly angled his head down to take a look between his legs, and saw something that absolutely terrified him. It were four canine legs and paws he knew all too well, namely of his Houndoom. “Houndoom! What are you doing!?" Evan demanded, trying to struggle against Zoroark's legs. However, they refused to budge an inch. “Stop it! What is wrong with you!?" He turned his head and glared at Zoroark. “What did you do to him!?"

The foxy Pokémon chuckled slightly. “He can't hear you. He's still under my illusion," she reminded him calmly. “He has no idea he's about to fuck his own trainer."

The Team Plasma grunt froze in horror the moment Zoroark's illusion voice ringed in his head. Every single word she had spoken absolutely terrified and disgusted him to a level he hadn't thought possible. The feeling of Houndoom's nose pressing against his rear again jolted him awake from his trance. He thrashed as hard as he could against Zoroark's legs at his sides and her arms at his head and shoulders without any kind of success. “No! Houndoom! Stop it, dammit! It's me!" Evan shouted once more. He had seen Houndoom's penis before, when his Pokémon had been selectively bred with strong females back at Team Plasma's Headquarters. And, that cock was by no means small. “He… he wouldn't fuck me!" he shouted desperately, looking at Zoroark for any traces of hope. “He wouldn't…"

“Maybe you're right, he wouldn't fuck you. I don't know him personally so I couldn't say. But, it doesn't matter because… he doesn't know it's you," Zoroark explained, her illusionary voice turning eerie and foreboding, making a shiver of fear run down Evan's spine and reminding him just how scary her powers were_. “He's still in the little illusion world I've kept him trapped on since a while ago. I didn't block his sense of smell, so, he's been able to constantly take in my lovely female scent all night long. I originally did this only to tease him, but I've found a good use for it. He's very aroused right now and very ready to pound something. As for the rest…"_ Zoroark's grin turned terrifyingly creepy. “In the little world he's trapped in, he's seeing the sexiest, most desperate and needy Houndoom bitch he's ever seen in his life right where you are. And, he thinks he's hearing and tasting her, too. His senses are mine to control."

Evan stared at Zoroark with wide eyes, contemplating every word she had said. Her powers were terrifying. Evan realized now more than ever how hopeless he had been since the very beginning in a conflict against her. Evan let out a short screech when Houndoom's tongue extended out of his muzzle to lick at his ass, clearly preparing him for the inevitable. His tongue was hot, causing him to shiver and wince every time it took a swipe at his ass. Evan locked eyes with Zoroark, his blue eyes were absolutely filled with dread and with faint traces of tears beginning to form on them. Finally, he snapped and let go of all sense of pride. “Please, no, make him stop! No! Don't make him do this!" he begged desperately. “I'll do anything, please! I beg you, Zoroark! Please, don't let him fuck me!" He was barely able to hold back a sob. “Please, make him stop!" He suddenly let out a squeaky moan when Houndoom's tongue broke into his asshole, penetrating him and delving in deeply. “Ah! Make him stop!"

Zoroark licked her lips, enjoying every bit of it. “Lovely," she complimented. “But, you have no say in this. This is happening whether you like it or not. It's your punishment for insulting me, insulting my gender, trespassing into my territory, attacking me in my own territory, and for what you and your 'friends' have been doing since years ago… catching and stealing Pokémon from my beautiful forest."

Evan's eyes openly teared up, occasionally broken by the inevitable moans that Houndoom's rimming brought on him. “Please…" he said in a broken voice rattled by sobs and whimpers. “Please Zoroark…" For a moment, Evan felt relieved when his Houndoom's tongue pulled back out of his ass, making him tremble as the cool air battered his naked, wet rear. The peace was quickly shattered as he felt a distinct weight land on his back and a pair of canine paws wrap around his thighs. Houndoom had just mounted him. Evan sobbed, tears freely falling down his cheeks. “Zoroark… please… I'm sorry. I'm sorry! Okay? I'm sorry for all I did and said!"

Zoroark smiled in a surprisingly genuine way. “It's good to know you are. But, punishment is punishment. This way you'll think twice before coming back to Lostlorn Forest. I've heard what I wanted to hear, now, take care of the fucking need between by legs. Now." Zoroark used her claws to tug down Evan's face back towards her pussy, pressing his mouth against her opening. As much as she loved the sound of his begging, she had other uses for his mouth that she enjoyed a lot more. “You better try. We have all night long for me to cum and I don't care about having your Houndoom fuck you more than once."

Evan's screams and pleads were left to fall on deaf ears, completely muffled by Zoroark's hungry cunt. Zoroark leaned back against her mane, resting on the tree bark while letting out a long, drawn out moan as Evan's screams, whines and pleads caused lovely vibrations to tremble across her core. A slight tease of what was to come.

Evan let out a muffled, terrified scream when he felt something hard and hot brush against the side of his left buttock. He could feel Houndoom's large cock exploring his entire rear, prodding for an entry. At the moment, the hellhound was way off mark but he knew it was only a matter of time before he found his mark. Houndoom adjusted himself, bringing himself higher and pulling at Evan with his forepaws, causing his large, throbbing cock to slide between Evan's ass and down to his balls. Evan's whines got louder as Houndoom got closer and closer. And, it was at that instant that the fire-type finally found his mark. He raised his hips and Evan let out a short, hollow scream when the tip of Houndoom's cock spread his anus open.

Nothing could have ever prepared Evan for what followed. With a powerful thrust of his hips, Houndoom drove the entirety of his burning hot shaft into Evan's virgin asshole mercilessly. Seeing nothing than a fully receptive Houndoom bitch in his illusion, Evan's Houndoom wasted no time in immediately hammering away at his poor trainer.

Zoroark let out a loud moan of delight, not doing any effort to stifle a series of very loud pleasured roars and growls. Houndoom's thrust had caused Evan's face to crash into her pussy in a delightfully rough manner, making a wet slap echo all around them. Evan's constant screaming was translated into wonderful vibrations that spread perfectly across every inch of her needy pussy, and Houndoom's immediate brutal thrusting made Evan's face crash crudely against her cunt with loud, wet, sloppy sounds. “Oh! Oh! That's much better!" Zoroark cooed in delight, throwing her head back and letting out a short howl.

Evan felt as if his ass was on fire. He had no idea if the intense heat had to do with Houndoom being a fire-type, or if all canine cocks were like that. But, it hurt. Horribly. It felt as it Houndoom's cock was splitting him in half from inside out. He had never received anal sex before, so, the experience of being fucked in such a ruthless fashion was overwhelming and unbearable. Every single time Houndoom thrusted forward, Evan felt his face mash against Zoroark's pussy, rubbing harshly against it and only serving to further soak his head in the fox's sexual fluids.

“Ah, yes!" Zoroark moaned loudly, greatly enjoying the feeling of Evan trashing and being forced against her pussy in such a brutal, tough manner. She slightly altered the illusion Houndoom was trapped at, adding more needy whines to the female Houndoom he thought he was fucking, making the Hellhound speed up his thrusting even more. “Oh, yes! Ah! Perfect!" Since she was in seventh heaven, she didn't even bother to translate her growly pokéspeech with her illusions.

Hot tears fell from Evan's eyes, tears that were completely lost among the myriad of sex juices Zoroark was leaking. His ass felt slightly better now, having grown just marginally accustomed to the brutal fucking he was being submitted to. To add to the Plasma grunt's utter humiliation, he knew some moans were escaping out of his lips now. He was moaning from this. It felt like Zoroark's ability to crush his pride, masculinity and spirit knew no bounds.

Evan let out a loud, rough moan when Houndoom hit a particular spot inside him that made his vision turn white with pleasure. A moan that was rapidly muffled into Zoroark's slit the instant Houndoom thrusted again. Even if the fucking wasn't so bad now, Evan knew what was about to come. He knew very well what canines did when they finished having sex. And, he was very sure that burning hot engorged orb he was feeling smack against his ass every time Houndoom thrusted meant to go inside of him.

Meanwhile, Zoroark was reaching her end. The sight of Evan taking Houndoom's cock while his moans and cries of pain and pleasure mixed together into lovely vibrations on her pussy every time he was roughly pushed against her crotch had excited her a bit more than she had anticipated.

Evan's attention was taken away from the hot, pulsing dick that was currently being jack-hammered into his ass by Zoroark's claws suddenly tightening behind his head, burying his face into her crotch the instant a sudden, frighteningly large wave of fluids came gushing out of Zoroark's pussy. The pleasured howl the large beast let out was deafening, echoing loud and clear across Lostlorn Forest and the quiet night.

Zoroark collapsed against the tree bark as sharp, shallow breaths rocked her body. “Oh, oh! Fuck yessss!" she moaned as her sensitive folds, still riding down the wave of her orgasm, were mercilessly pounded by Evan's face crashing against them every time.

Without showing any mercy, Houndoom pushed a final time with all the might in his thighs. His knot met some resistance at the opening of Evan's asshole before slipping inside with a wet, loud popping sound. It was enough to make him go over the edge as well, and fill his trainer's rump with his scalding hot seed.

It was then Evan's turn to scream. It was a loud, powerful and ecstatic scream, torn between extreme pain and pleasure. It was brutal, he felt as if his ass had been torn in two by the canine's cock. As soon as Houndoom settled down and stopped thrusting, Evan crashed down onto the grass, completely wiped out. The three remained quiet for several long moment, their pants being the only sound coming from any of them. It was the dark female that broke the silence. “Well, that wasn't too bad," Zoroark said appreciatively. “I've had much better orgasms than this one before, but, it'll pass."

Zoroark reached own and lifted Evan's fluid-covered, crying and ravaged face with a claw to make him look into her face_. “Did you learn your lesson?"_ she asked, her voice serious.

Evan sobbed, taking several seconds to formulate his hesitant, fear-ridden answer. “Yes," he whispered. “Please no more… please…" he begged silently. He was a mess. He was still connected to Houndoom, his knot keeping the two firmly locked together. The Plasma Grunt felt impossibly full, and the feeling of Houndoom's cum slushing all over his insides sent disgusted shivers down his spine. Every time he or Houndoom moved, he felt the knot painfully tug at his asshole, making him let out short cries of pain.

“Now… just one last thing," Zoroark said slowly, making Evan let out a short cry and whimper out words Zoroark had trouble understanding. “Oh shut up you pathetic bitch." The dark-type adopted a seating position in front of him and leaned down, her face terrifyingly close to the human's. “This will be something for you to bear the rest of your life, something that'll remind you every day that you're nothing but my bitch." Zoroark licked her lips hungrily and leaned forward, opening her jaws. Carefully, she angled them in the perfect position and then clamped them down on Evan's neck.

Evan's half lidded eyes flew open, and he let out a terrified, gurgled scream that made Zoroark almost giggle in amusement. Evan struggled weakly, his neck was completely surrounded by the fox's jaws. “Don't kill me! No! Zoroark! Don't! Please!" Evan begged in terror, for the first time that night, he truly feared for his life. The thoughts of Zoroark ending his misery right there and then were vividly playing out in his mind.

“I'm not going to kill you," Zoroark reminded him, causing Evan to marginally relax. Up to that point, Zoroark hadn't lied about anything to him and it didn't make sense for her to start doing so right now. “I said as much when we met. I don't kill unless I'm hunting or defending my pack from real threats."

“Let me go…" Evan whimpered, trembling in the hold of her mouth. He was completely immobilized between the large knot stuck into his ass, Houndoom's weight still pressing down on his back and Zoroark's jaws. “Please…"

“I will in a bit. By the way, this will hurt a lot_."_ Evan's winced as Zoroark chuckled, causing her fangs to scrape against his flesh painfully. “Feel free to scream."

Dark power began to surround Zoroark's jaws. The oozing darkness coated her fangs with a crystal-like purple sheen, preparing a Crunch attack. With the precision of an Alpha used to branding others already, Zoroark bit down on Evan's neck, causing him to let out an excruciating, primal scream that was music to Zoroark's ears. Zoroark's bite was precise, her fangs sinking into his neck flesh cleanly, not going in farther than needed and avoiding all vital spots with amazing expertise. The dark power burned at Evan's skin, leaving dark-colored cackling marks around the areas her fangs had sunken into his flesh. Zoroark let out a soft purr when she felt the taste of the human's blood reach her tongue. It was delicious.

As fast as it all had started Zoroark opened her jaws and pulled back, the dark power fading away from her fangs. Evan screamed and clutched his neck with both his hands, causing him to lose balance and make the front half of his body stumble into the floor. Houndoom's knot, still buried deeply into his ass, tugged painfully due to the forceful motions which only served to add up to Evan's already miserable situation. “You… monster…" Evan wheezed between long, labored breaths. His neck burned. The pain was searing, and he could feel the blood trickling down from his hands. “What… did you do to me?" he asked angrily.

Zoroark smirked at him cruelly. “I marked you. From this day on, your neck will bear the marks of my bite. Lovely puncture wounds surrounded by dark, scorched marks from my power. All my bitches from my pack bear it. It'll get the point across pretty well to any Pokémon that you're an Alpha's bitch." She winked at him sultrily. “Plus, it'll help you remember who owns you, and remind you of our little encounter anytime you look at it."

“I… hate you…" Evan whispered, closing his eyes and letting his head drop to the grass. He just wanted everything to end. He trembled visibly, tears slowly sliding down his cheeks. The pain in both his ass and neck were simply unbearable, but neither of those compared to the pain his pride had taken, nor how utterly disgusted he felt with himself.

“I'm done with you," Zoroark informed him, much to the human's utter relief. “Sexually, that is. I just have one final thing to do and my punishment is complete."

Zoroark pulled back and stood up, stretching as she did so. Evan was too weak to even try to glance up at her, only settling for remaining still and awaiting whatever she had in store for him as her final punishment. “Well, that was fun," she commented, making Evan cower from her. She chuckled eerily. “Yes, it was fun. For me, that is." Zoroark's eyes flashed briefly, cutting off power to the illusion she had trapped Houndoom in and releasing him from it. “Welcome back to the living, puppy," Zoroark greeted him, using only her physical voice on him as he could perfectly understand it.

Houndoom looked around, utterly confused. Everything around him had changed completely. He froze when he heard the groan of a familiar voice under him, and it was then that he noticed he was knotted to his master, and not the sexy Houndoom bitch he had been fucking. The hellhound looked down at Evan's face, absolutely terrified. “Yes, you fucked your trainer. Get over it," Zoroark said bluntly. “You sure enjoyed yourself while you were doing it. It's something perfectly natural." Houndoom looked at her and then back at Evan, too horrified to speak or react.

Zoroark turned around and walked several steps before stopping for a moment. “I hope this was a valuable lesson, human. Do not mess with the Zoroark of Lostlorn Forest. You and your bunch of despicable friends are going to leave and never come back. Tell every single human that's dressed like you to never come back here, understood?" she asked, her cold voice firm and authoritative. She let out a threatening growl when he didn't answer. “I said, understood?" she asked again, her voice sharper and colder.

“Yes, I got it!" Evan answered quickly, looking up at her with a fearful expression. He knew full well that she meant every single one of her threats and would back them up. “I'll… I'll tell everyone to not come back here ever again," he added for good measure, his voice trembling slightly as he spoke.

“Good. There's plenty of Zoroark that follow my every whim because I'm their Alpha and trust me, if I order them to, they will rape every single one of your friends way worse than what I did to you if they dare come back here." Zoroark glanced at the knotted pair and grinned at him savagely, making him feel small under her predatory eyes. “You could barely take your Houndoom's dick. Just for your knowledge, my favorite male bitch's dick is roughly double the size and girth of your Houndoom." She winked at him. “And, like a good Zoroark, he doesn't know how to be gentle."

“Okay…" Evan whispered fearfully, not wanting to even begin to imagine how such a cock would feel and look like. He had enough issues as it was with Houndoom's cock firmly lodged and knotted into his ass.

“By the way, speaking of your friends." The fox Pokémon's eyes flashed again as she exerted her power, canceling out yet another of her treacherous illusions. As soon as her illusion was gone, Evan could swear he began to hear voices quietly echo across the woods.

“Evan!" a faint masculine voice said in the distance.

“Evan, where the hell are you!?" another faint voice added, this time a feminine one.

“We were supposed to rendezvous over five hours ago, you idiot, where are you?!" another voice, a harsh masculine one with a clear tone of authority behind it, shouted.

Evan paled in absolute horror, as realization of what Zoroark was about to do fully downed on him. No! You're not—"

“Yes, I am," Zoroark interrupted him sharply. “I very much am. I distorted their pathways a bit to delay them and ensure they reached here at just the perfect moment." The beast let out a pleased growl at her handiwork. “And no, Houndoom's knot is not deflating before they get here. Have fun explaining this entire mess to your friends."

Zoroark turned around and began to walk away, leaving the knotted pair alone. 'I need a bath,' she drily thought to herself, not quite thrilled at the fact she had sexual interactions with a human. She knew she had succeeded in breaking the human down, and would now enjoy more privacy from that troublesome group of humans that kept intruding into her homeland to abduct Pokémon. Hopefully, this was the last time she would see them. Zoroark's lips curled into a toothy, lusty smirk. 'And, after that bath, time to get me some nice Zoroark dick for myself,' she mused. She crouched down and then took a massive leap, disappearing into the tree's canopy.

Evan could do nothing but wait for his Team Plasma Squad to get to his position. He could see the lights from his squad's flashlights close in and hear the voices get gradually louder and clearer. This was the worst day of his life. Zoroark had destroyed everything he had. His masculinity was in tatters, his anal virginity was forcefully taken, his pride was crushed, his dignity was gone, and she had branded him like he was some cattle Miltank or Tauros. She had forced him to have sexual contact with two Pokémon… And now this.

As he watched his Teammates step within sight of him. Evan sighed and was capable of only saying one thing.

“Fuck."