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A oneshot dedicate to Zoroark, one of my favorite pokemon (not as much as Lucario but it's getting there). Hope y'all have a good read.

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"Ethan, your wounds…"

"Don't worry about me, keep running."

"But…"

"Keep running!!!"

Night was even more ominous in the woods, but two individuals couldn't care less about it. Feet trampling on dried leaves, the duo was literally running for their lives. Behind them, flickering torches and flashing blades were visible.

[Years ago]

"That's him?"

"Yes, he's the thief."

"Seriously? He looks too good to be one."

"Who cares? I'm surprised they haven't expelled him, what a disgrace!"

Ethan walked straight through the whispering crowd as if they'd been invisible. They called him a thief, a disgrace, sure, why not? Unless he was caught red-handed, Ethan would never give a damn about what others said. As he casually strolled back to his room, the boy briefly wondered what made him so different from the rest of the bunch.

When people were alone, they tended to seek help and comfort from others, especially in the case of orphans, yet ever since Ethan became aware of his existence, he always preferred to take matters into his own hands. Ethan wasn't sure if this essentially made him an introvert - not that it's a bad thing. He didn't have any friends to hang out with, so he might as well take it easy and read a book in his room.

To say 'room' was a bit too generous, as Ethan usually joked to himself that a cupboard would make a much more comfortable resident than his own room. But still, it was the only place he had to return to, the only place he could experience tranquility and solitude.

Walking to his closet, Ethan pulled out an old pokemon mythos book from his collection and opened it, revealing a wooden key to a secret shelf - where his 'true' collection was: A couple of toys, notes, coins and trivial stuffs he'd 'borrowed' from others in the orphanage. At first, it was purely an act of curiosity, as Ethan simply wanted to understand why people were so sentimentally attached to them, but the more he did it, the more he actually understood himself. One, Ethan discovered his inexplicable talent in stealing and two; he enjoyed the thrill of thievery, immensely. Eventually, it escalated to the point when Ethan had to craft a secret shelf to contain his 'trophies', and as poetic justice would have it, those who steal lose something even more important. Ethan didn't mind his dignity, but no one ever tried to befriend or trust him ever again.

[A few years later]

"That was tedious," said a teenage Ethan as he sat by the campfire and examined his newest trophy - a few pieces of silver jewelry. They didn't look too appealing, which made him wonder if they were authentic.

"I can't believe those rich asses wasted the money they stole from innocent people on this crap. That's just fucked up!" Ethan continued, "Don't worry, you'll be back to your real owners soon enough."

A few hours later into midnight and the forest became more tranquil than ever. In one of its corner, a campfire was still burning, yet Ethan's steadily heaving chest made it obvious how deep the human was in his slumber. Naturally, in a place where laws enforcement and security were non-existent, someone would inevitably take advantage of the current situation.

Having spied on the human long enough to know he was asleep, the Zorua carefully emerged from a nearby bush, making almost no sound as he got closer to Ethan. The fox meant no harm toward the human, but instead had his aim on Ethan's food-stuffed satchel. Unfortunately, just when Zorua thought he had it won, a hand reached out and caught his paw.

"You rob the wrong guy, sly fox." Ethan smirked, "Though I must admit, you'll make an excellent thief."

"Let me go!" Zorua snarled as he recoiled and thrashed furiously, trying to escape Ethan's firm grip.

"Sure, but for now, I'm gonna play with you a bit more. C'mon, transform into something else. I wanna see if you really have such power like the rumors said."

The tricky pokemon put up a fierce struggle, which came to an absurd stop when his stomach began a very loud protest. Exhausted and starved, Zorua dropped into the ground, rendered so pathetic that Ethan instantly felt sorry for him, "Are you okay? Geez, guess I overdid it."

Rummaging in his bag for food, Ethan offered a loaf of bread and preserved food to the hungry fox, "Here, eat up."

Zorua literally drooled as his snout detected the smell of food, but the pokemon wasn't the type who'd drop his guard easily, especially against someone who'd just toyed with him seconds ago.

"Relax," Ethan chuckled, "I may be an ass, but I am a generous ass, so I won't let you starve to death. Eat and live to get revenge on me or die and become a stuffed animal, up to you."

Left with no other choice, and finally succumbed to his hunger, Zorua began devouring his meal, so vigorously it surprised and bemused Ethan. As he observed the eating pokemon, Ethan couldn't help noticing numerous wounds all over the critter's body, and most of them looked very new; seeping with blood that had even yet to dry.

"Gee, what happened to you? Had a row with a Tyranitar?"

"An Ursaring, actually…" Zorua huffed and quickly resumed his meal, which he scarfed down merely seconds later. And even then, he seemed far from being relieved of his hunger.

"Still want more?" Ethan arched his eyebrows, "How did you survive that long with an empty stomach and an angry Ursaring at your tail? One tough little guy you are."

Zorua was in for a surprise treat when Ethan opened his bag and offered the rest of his food to the pokemon, "You don't give up on your life, I respect it that much, so consider this a reward."

The fox stared at Ethan, and he finally realized how kind the human was. Even though he appeared to be a douche bag, Ethan was actually willing to help those in need, and for the first time since how long he knew, Zorua could use the world 'kind' to describe a person…or a pokemon he encountered.

It took a bit longer for Zorua to finish this time, but eventually there was nothing left.

"Okay, I did you a favor, and now it's your turn to do the same." Ethan started, "Tell me about your life. I'm almost bored to death now, and I could use a story."

"I don't think there is anything special about me. A hungry Zorua chased around by an Ursaring and almost got himself killed, that's pretty much all." the fox said flatly.

"Not really. According to what I've read, most Zoruas are usually in custody of Zoroarks, so what puzzled me is why you were alone."

"Zoroarks, huh? Not that I remember any." Zorua admitted.

"Interesting, so we have more similarities than I thought. We're both orphans turning into thieves." Ethan chuckled bitterly, "Then again, I assume this is your first time stealing, so you can still turn back, unlike me."

"Unlike you? So you steal a lot?"

"On a daily basis. This world is littered with corrupted asses who abuse their power and status to rob others of their hard work, and they're my primary targets."

"So you basically rob robbers, what makes you any different?" Zorua rolled his eyes at Ethan.

"Unlike the bad guys, I don't keep anything for myself. Many say I'm some Robin Hood wannabe, but I just simply enjoy the thrills of thievery. Also, gold and jewelry aren't the only thing I steal. You'll be surprised by how much we humans willingly pay for a tiny piece of information."

"You sound terribly casual for someone living off others' secrets." the tricky pokemon remarked.

"What's life without guilty pleasures? Trust me, you'd get used to it if you were me." Ethan retorted, "Well that was a good chat. You're free to go…wait…"

Zorua's question and protest were muffled before they could escape his mouth, as Ethan snatched the pokemon and quickly climbed onto the tree behind him. Watching as the little fox struggled furiously and left tiny scratches on his arms made Ethan almost laugh. Thankfully, he didn't.

"Quiet!" Ethan chided.

Almost seconds later, Zorua finally understood Ethan's strange behaviors. From the exact bush where he'd spied on the human earlier emerged a large and bulky figure, illuminated by the still burning campfire's flickering light. The Ursaring, clearly in a foul mood, looked around in the perfect manner of a predator searching for its prey. Luckily, this particular Ursaring wasn't the most patient hunter around, so after a couple of fruitless minutes, it grumbled and disappeared into the woods' shadow.

"Looks like I saved your furry ass again." Ethan chuckled; seemingly unaware that he was holding Zorua as if they were spooning. The fox, however, wasn't that luckily oblivious. Pressed so tightly yet so gently against the human's chest, Zorua began to experience a unique sensation unlike anything he'd had in his aloof life. A bright blush spilled across his cheeks; heart drummed furiously against his chest as if foreshadowing a seizure; body shuddered every time Ethan's breath ghosted over his neck.

"Uhm, can we get down now?" Zorua proposed gingerly.

"As much as I'd love to, I think we'll be safer up here until morning. If that Ursaring has come as far as tracking you down all the way here, there's no guarantee it won't come back for another search."

Zorua whimpered. A whole night on this tree meant a whole night engulfed in the human's warmth, and the fox wasn't sure how he'd feel about that. Then again, he really couldn't argue with Ethan's logic, so the pokemon subsequently settled in his arms while struggling internally to ignore the thundering heartbeats in his ears.

Minutes later, Ethan's steadily heaving chest and gentle snorts informed Zorua that the young man was indeed deep in his slumber. Zorua wished he could sleep in such a carefree manner, but the fox knew it would be impossible unless he found a way to calm the emotional turmoil in his mind.

Zorua ended up spending most of that night awake. The fox winced as morning sunlight beamed against his eyes, having barely gotten any sleep. Then again, lamenting a lost couple hours of snoring didn't seem so important now, because during that time, he'd made probably the most important decision in his life.

From the corner of his eyes, Zorua saw Ethan, casually packing his stuffs before getting up and dusting his clothes. The fox hesitated as he found himself unable to vocalize his thought, as if his throat had constricted so tightly no sound was able to escape, not until Ethan grinned and bid him farewell, "Good to see you, but I guess this is goodbye."

"Wait…" Zorua stammered, paws fidgeting with some blades of grass, "I…"

"Something bothers you? Where's the sly fox last night gone?" Ethan replied; still as quippy as Zorua remembered him to be.

"I just…want to thank you…for helping me…twice last night." Zorua blurted out in disjointed sequences. He'd never thought expressing gratitude would be so ridiculously hard.

"Nah, I was saving myself too," Ethan waved his hand dismissively, though made no effort to hide the smugness in his voice.

"And there's…another thing…I feel indebted to you for saving my life…so, if you don't mind, I'd like to…accompany and assist you" this time, Zorua sounded as if he was trying to swallow those words rather than letting them out.

The offer had Ethan slightly startled, and when he was finally taken back, his jovial tone was almost replaced by concern, "Are you sure about this? I mean, yeah, I did say something about your potential, but you don't have to take it seriously. Also, my life sucks, trust me, I know. I'm a thief, a wanted criminal, a travelling oddball, and the last thing I want is dragging others into my mess."

"Please…I thought it over last night and I made up my mind. What's the difference between a wanted criminal and a predator's available lunch? This is my decision, you needn't feel guilty about it, and neither will I." Zorua insisted.

Ethan went silent, clearly considering the options. Zorua could sense the young man's mental struggle, as he looked as if he was making the most important decision…yet. As much as Zorua hated waiting for someone else to decide his fate, for now, it was the only thing he could do.

It seemed to take Ethan forever, and the young man had Zorua worried several times as he occasionally frowned; but he finally had the answer, "Well…it's not like I forced you into this or haven't warned you…alright, I accept your proposal under one condition."

Zorua sighed as if he'd just been rid of the heaviest burden in the world. As of now, he honestly didn't care about anything Ethan demanded, "Yes?"

"A name…I want to give you a name. Sure, there's nothing wrong with 'Zorua', but since you're now my companion, I want to remember you as someone more than just a pokemon."

Zorua nodded. For some reasons, he felt a surge of gratitude for Ethan. Not only did the human take him in, the first thing he did was distinguishing him. It made him feel special and appreciated, more than any wild pokemon possibly could.

"If you tag along, you'll become a traveler and a thief…What's the best name to represent a thief, traveler and trickster…" Ethan pondered, then snapped his fingers in excitement, "Got it! Hermes…yeah, sounds perfect!"

Zorua nodded happily as he accepted his new identity, and a new chapter of his life.

Ethan smiled as he picked his new companion up and ruffled the pokemon's head fur, "Nice to meet you, Hermes."

[Present day]

"They're close…" Ethan panted; pressing a hand against his ribs, "What should we do?"

Hermes didn't answer. Instead, the Zoroark caught Ethan off guard as he held the young man and by his waist and leaped onto the nearest tree; just in the nick of time to evade their pursuers, who looked about as friendly as homicidal sword-wielders.

Ethan tried to keep quiet, which was surprisingly easy as he rapidly grew weak from the constant blood loss. Behind him, Hermes' arms tightened around his midsection as the pokemon's body encompassed his firmly, perhaps to stop the bleeding, but to Ethan, it seemed like he was trying to share his warmth. Even in his trance, Ethan could tell his current situation was an ironic déjà vu of their first encounter. Moreover, this time, he knew Hermes' soothing presence would anchor him to the living world. Chuckling contentedly, the young man gradually slipped away.

[The next day]

Ethan's eyes twitched open as they were greeted by the sunlight. The young man inhaled deeply; fresh morning air and gentle breeze helped his idled mind focus as he recalled what happened the day before.

It was the biggest deal Ethan had ever made in his thieving career. Some pot-bellied earl was on a dick-measuring war with his neighbor kingdom, and the dude wanted to get his hand on a scroll containing information about his enemy's military prowess as leverage. Ethan could honestly care less about the lame side details, but the fat guy did offer him a huge worth of gold for the job, which exceeded the combined earnings of his last five affairs.

Of course, handsome payment equaled suicidal difficulty, and this mission was frankly the deadliest one he'd ever signed up for. The security level was insane, and Ethan couldn't count the number of occasions when he'd almost been caught red-handed. Nonetheless, thanks to the young man's expertise and Hermes' excellent assistance, they made it out alive.

Speaking of Hermes, where had he gone?

Fueled by anxiety, Ethan immediately tried to get up, nearly losing his vague consciousness as a sharp pain shot up from his midsection. The young man groaned, but then noticed a batch of bandage clumsily wrapped around his exposed belly.

"Have Patience. That wound isn't healing in one night."

Ethan might as well be giggling like an idiot, but he didn't care, "So you did learn how to handle bandages. I'm seriously proud, Hermes."

The fox flushed bright red under his fur, "Another snark and you'll get a Dark Pulse for breakfast!"

"Alright, alright…" Ethan held up his hands in a calm-down gesture, but his tone remained annoyingly playful, "Geez, aren't you grumpy today."

"Darn right I am, and you know why?" Hermes snapped, "Because you almost kicked the bucket last night. How can you joke around like nothing'd happened?"

"Then what am I supposed to do? Mope and wet my pants?" Ethan grumbled.

"I warned you about that guy," Hermes continued, "Didn't you see the sneer on his face, and you thought he wouldn't cross us?"

"Okay, you win; my fault." Ethan gave in, "The heck is this place anyway?"

"A deserted barn, about 300 yards away from that forest," Hermes shrugged, "I don't think anyone will find us here. Then again, if only I could just blow those guys up..."

"Hermes…" Ethan said gravely, "I've told you, violence is not the answer. Besides, those guys were just pawns, taking orders from their boss, what's the point of hurting them. "

"I wanted to protect you." the fox argued, and at the realization that he just did himself in, Hermes immediately turned away, flushing; thankfully avoided further embarrassment as he missed the grin on Ethan's face.

"I appreciate your intention; I really do, but once you'd taken a life, you could never turn back. The Zoroark I know is far from murderous," the young man smiled warmly, "Don't taint yourself for my sake, promise?"

"Yeah…" Hermes faltered, still yet able to face Ethan, who decided to wrap up the conversation, "Good. Now let's move before those guys decide they want our heads more than lunch."

…

Sure enough, the two immediately left that kingdom. As usual, Hermes didn't mind their aimless traveling, as he'd long been accustomed to this nomadic lifestyle. One thing that did bother him, however, was Ethan's uncharacteristic lack of thieving itch. For a good whole week, the young man got a bit hyper. He ran around, enjoying good food, admiring sceneries, being pretty much…well, himself, minus the thievery. Initially, Hermes tried to ignore everything, but he got increasingly worried about his companion's unusual behaviors, to the point that he, as ridiculous as this sounded, started suspecting if Ethan's wounds from a few days earlier had somehow affected his mental stage.

Finally, the two arrived in a small coastline town which, as far as Hermes remembered, had never been crossed from his list of locations. Granted, the town was nice, peaceful and quiet, but these were luxuries Hermes and Ethan rarely got to enjoy. Also, despite the duo being branded as notorious criminal (Hermes thought that was totally overkill), the folks there treated them unusually nice, especially with Ethan. The townspeople helped him build an entire new house, and even let them use the local inn for free in the mean time; they smiled and greeted Ethan as if he was some sort of royalty. Heck, they had no problems with Hermes himself, even though humans generally considered Zoroark untrustworthy.

Questions kept piling up and messing with his head, until Hermes decided enough was enough.

Ever since they started living in this town, Ethan had adopted the habit of walking along the beach and enjoying the breaking dawn, which Hermes never took part in, as he, given a choice, wasn't much of a morning person. However, the fox knew he'd have to, just once, make an exception if he wished to avoid unwanted interruption. Also, he could use the morning's cool and refreshing air to ease any potential awkwardness.

Needless to say, that day, Ethan was baffled when he opened his eyes and found a certain fox, already awake. Nonetheless, the young man had no reasons to decline Hermes' offer to accompany him.

The morning beach was truly magnificent. As the Sun spread its majestic light across the world, the sea shimmered as if it contained liquid metal instead of salt water. Hermes could feel the warm sand surround his feet; the pleasant breeze carrying a hint of saltwater fill his nostril and the gentle sound of fizzing waves flood his ears - all came together into a sensational experience. Sadly, Hermes didn't have the mood to enjoy anything, as his mind was racing for a reasonable way to his intended talk.

He needed not though. Ethan beat him to the punch, "Alright, spill it."

Blunt and simple, just as he'd always been, yet it took Hermes minutes to digest Ethan's demand, "How do you…?"

"Call it a hunch, or I just know you," the young man grinned.

Hermes, beyond mortified, cursed under his breath. Then again, given that he was spared from talking in circles, the Zoroark wasn't exactly complaining. He then progressed to tell Ethan everything in his mind.

Seeing as Ethan had been listening to him attentively, Hermes didn't except the only reaction from his human friend to be a hearty laugh.

"What's so funny?" the Zoroark demanded indignantly.

"Nothing…really," Ethan tried to suppress his mirthful laugh, "It's just…of all the things we've gone through, that's what bothers you? Oh well, I was waiting for a chance to tell you anyway."

"Tell me what?" Hermes inquired.

"Everything," The young man shrugged, "You don't know this town, cuz I've been here before we met. Back then, I was a stupid upstart. I let my wins get into my head, so I, ah…bit more than I could chew.

I got busted, naturally. Loads of wounds and humiliation, but I managed to get away before they could finish me off. Then, I stumbled across this town."

Ethan paused to take a deep breath, and continued, "The townspeople did something I didn't expect they would. They gave me shelter, tended my wounds, and even covered me when pursuers arrived."

The waves were as steady and endless as they'd ever been, but to Hermes, all seemingly drowned in Ethan's story as even more details of the human's past were revealed, "I owe them so much, for saving my life…and showing me that men can still be good. Up until that point, I'd been rejected by everyone. My parents sired me and left me on the orphanage's doorstep. My peers isolated me. Even my caretakers would've got rid of me had it not for the fact that they couldn't afford risking the orphanage's image without anything to condemn me."

"It seemed that this place and I were tangled by Fate. You ever noticed why I kept going even though we earned a great deal every time? Most of that money went here. I felt obligated to return their kindness, so I helped them as much as I could. I kept that a secret from you, my bad." The young man paused, glancing wistfully at the town, which, bathed in the morning light, was just as picturesque as the sea.

Hermes could understand the yearning in Ethan's eyes. Reasons aside, the townspeople were undoubtedly and genuinely kind to them. Also, the town did have a rusty, tranquil charm to it, and given Ethan's turbulent life, it's no surprise he desired a life in this peaceful haven.

"Oh, and while we're at it, there's some big news I want to inform you. Not sure if you gonna like it though." The young man said. His tone didn't change the slightest, the suspension and Ethan's solemn expression, however, did rattle the Zoroark.

"I'm…retiring…" Ethan said gingerly, as if to make sure Hermes heard every word. And, just as he'd predicted, Hermes spaced out for a good few seconds, then snorted and waved his hand dismissingly, "Very funny, but seriously now…what's the news?"

"Exactly what you just heard," Ethan claimed, "I'm settling down for a place here. Too sudden for you, I understand and apologize, but I made up my mind, Hermes."

The fox staggered, thankfully still managed to remain on his feet, "B-but…why?"

"You see, the main reason I became a thief wasn't money or treasure. I just enjoyed the thrill, and due to that daredevil lifestyle, I kinda, ah…risk biting the dust too often. But recently, something helped me realize life is not a rubber ball, and it certainly won't keep bouncing back to my lap if I keep throwing it away."

Hermes' legs trembled. For some reasons, the fox had a feeling Ethan's story was getting right to his most scared part.

"I've been thinking…I'd like to stay here, run a small business and enjoy a peaceful life. Also, there's this one person…" Ethan supplied, sounding a bit sheepish, "that I really want to be with…"

Crash! Hermes felt as if something in him had just snapped. Of course it'd come down to this. With an athletic body and his cheeky yet suave handsomeness, Ethan was an absolute knockout even when compared to the local human males, so it was only a matter of time before some lucky lady won that heart over. The young man had finally done it: He'd let go of his dangerous past and moved on to find peace and love, and as Ethan's best friend, wasn't Hermes supposed to congratulate the human and be happy for him. Why was his chest throbbing so painfully? Why was his mind in such great turmoil?

He was bitter, for no longer able to be a part of Ethan's future. He was jealous, of whoever the lucky bitch that'd managed to charm the young man. He was angry with himself, for having failed to realize his feelings sooner.

Stomach churning into a knot, the Zoroark resorted to the only thing he could come up with: Running away. He didn't care about his childish tantrum. He didn't care what Ethan would think of him. He just wanted to run away, as far as he could, maybe even from the pain plaguing his mind.

Needless to say, Ethan was utterly baffled by Hermes' reaction. Thankfully, years worth experience of outrunning others had rewarded the young man with uncanny speed, comparable to some of the fastest known pokemon, and while Ethan went after Hermes, a hilarious irony hitting the young man that this time, he was the one to do the chasing.

He finally found the Zoroark, balled up in a corner of their house. Despite the warm morning, Hermes was shivering as if he'd got a cold, and Ethan couldn't bear seeing his friend in such a stage. Placing his hand on Hermes' shoulder, the young man inquired softly, "You okay?"

And then it happened.

Ethan had no ideas how and when, but Hermes had him pinned firmly onto the bed. Dazed and slightly irritated, the young man already had, like, a thousand questions for Hermes, but couldn't help gulping as his eyes met the fox's. Instead of the usual sea-green, Hermes' eyes were bloodshot, radiating such intense anger and lust that Ethan was completely paralyzed just by looking at them.

"Uhm, Hermes…" the young man ventured, finally able to find his voice, only to have it muffled immediately when a certain Zoroark aggressively blocked his lips with the former's own. The contact sent currents down Ethan's spine, and his body acted on instinct, thrashing and kicking around in a vain attempt to free itself. The more he struggled, the stronger Hermes' grip on him got, and his mouth simply went deeper as he tried to, literally eating the human's lips out.

They went on and on until Hermes realized he was about to suffocate the human and begrudgingly let go.

"You have no idea, do you? The only thing I've ever wanted is you," the fox snarled, his voice stung with resentment, "But if I'm to lose you tomorrow, I might as well have you now!"

No sooner was the pokemon finished with his words than he started to rip every fabric of clothes on Ethan body into pieces, rendering him completely naked. The young man gasped as his bare flesh was exposed to the air, only to receive even greater stimulations when Hermes put his tongue to use. Every inch of Ethan's naked form was ravaged by that sand-papery textured appendage, moistened with saliva that quickly dried off, leaving glistening trails all over his body. The fox sniffed and licked; his expression similar to that of a predator taking its time savoring the prey, which wasn't much of a metaphor in this case.

Ethan shuddered at the tingling sensation of Hermes' nose nudging his groin, only to groan uncontrollably as the Zoroark traced his prickly tongue all over his sacs, and eventually, his painfully erect penis. The young man had never felt so vulnerable in his life; lying here butt-naked, completely at Hermes' mercy; yet the ecstasy was unmistakable. It washed over his body, rendered him weak, pathetic and giddy. Ethan vaguely wondered if he'd secretly craved for this, to be dominated by a powerful pokemon, but his mind refused to acknowledge that slutty fantasy. In the end, this was still rape, nothing more, nothing less.

However, Ethan was fighting a losing battle. His moans only got louder, confirming his incapability to deny the pleasure. Things only got worse when Hermes took it to the next level, bobbing his head and sucking his erection relentlessly. Ethan was no stranger to masturbation, but what he was experiencing wrecked his body in a whole different level. The young man squirmed as his orgasm rapidly built up, the warm, wet confide that was Hermes' maw and the swirling tongue around his cock became too much to bear.

To say Ethan's climax knocked the air out of him was an overstatement, but it did. Crumpling the bed sheet, the young man let out his loudest moan yet as he exploded in Hermes' mouth, instantly filling the pokemon with warm saltiness. Hermes got the sign when he felt Ethan's cock jerk madly, but the young man's sheer volume still surprised him. Nonetheless, the fox managed to chuck it all down without wasting a single drop. He then took his time marveling at the taste, which carried a hint of Ethan's body scent, albeit much stronger and extremely intoxicating. Licking his chin in satisfaction, Hermes smirked at the helpless human; now he got the preliminary out of the way, it's his time to get some pleasure.

Chest heaving up and down; Ethan gasped exhaustedly as he recovered from his shattering orgasm, but unfortunately, his break was short-lived. A shocked yelp escaped his mouth as Ethan felt Hermes' warm breath on his balls, followed by a mighty lick up his crevice. Heat flooded Ethan's cheeks. Yes, Hermes had pretty much been toying with him so far, but as Ethan was no stranger to jerking off; he could endure such stimulation. Right now, however, the Zoroark was playing with his most private, most vulnerable part - a place he'd never dreamed of touching on his own, leave alone by someone else. Forcefully spreading Ethan's buttocks, Hermes began to wet the sensitive flesh before probing at the entrance with his tongue, gradually forcing his way into the tight hole.

The pokemon was having a good time for sure, and the same could be said for Ethan, more or less. While the initial penetration was painful and embarrassing, as time passed, Ethan gradually grew fond of the sensation, like a horrible but addictive guilty pleasure. Hermes dug his tongue deeper as he thoroughly reamed Ethan's backside. He like the human's taste down there, but even that couldn't help the sloppy seconds to last forever. The pokemon's patience had simply worn too thin and he decided to hell with the prep.

As Hermes hoisted his legs over the pokemon's shoulder, Ethan didn't have a thrilled expression, at least not from someone about to lose their virginity. If it happened, it happened. The young man knew Hermes was driven mad with lust, and not even Arceus could've stopped the Zoroark from finishing what he'd started. As far as Ethan concerned, having his first time to be with Hermes wasn't exactly the worst thing, ignoring the 'rape' factor. But then, there was the sight of Hermes' cock.

Ethan had seen pokemon breed and he knew what a canine's genital looked like, but the damn thing seemed even more impressive up close: Thick, long and veiny, with a huge bulb of flesh protruding from the sheath - the knot, used to prevent partners from getting away when copulating. The young man sometimes legitimately wondered how that even fitted into a female Zoroark; leave alone a male of different species. Ethan would be lying to say he wasn't intimidated by the prospect of getting stuffed by that fat cock, but then, it would be an even bigger lie to deny the strange excitement he was feeling.

"What are you waiting for? I'm right here." Ethan taunted. He might as well open the cage to a wild beast, as that was exactly what his words had turned Hermes into.

Snarling dominantly, the Zoroark guided his shaft to the thumping, moistened pucker and with one sharp, unforgiving thrust, buried his length inside Ethan up to the swollen knot. The human grunted as Hermes' penetration struck him with utter pain, though far from unbearable as he'd had worse before. The young man tried to relax and loosen up, but his sphincter responded the way it should: Pulsing and constricting tightly around Hermes' cock in an attempt to expel the enormous invader, but the only result was adding even more to the pleasure. Hermes wasted no time as he started moving with great gusto, each thrust rewarded him with a powerful euphoric wave. The wonderful tightness of a freshly deflowered anus, the sound of labored breaths and delightful moans, the unbelievably cute blush spreading across Ethan's dazed face; altogether forming a complete sensation that intensified Hermes' bestial mating instinct.

Eventually, Ethan got accustomed to the pokemon's penis, and discomfort turned into bliss. No mercy was given as Hermes pounded him relentlessly, withdrawing his cock until only the tip inside, then lunging back in; knot grinding against the young man's rump. Ethan gasped as he was spread open; the mighty breeding organ teased his sensitive flesh as it rubbed along his inner wall, adding to the feverish haze that was rendering his head numb and foggy. All seemed to become a blur as Hermes rutted him ruthlessly, spilling glob after glob of precum to his abused hole while Ethan still tried to register the fact that his ass could engulf the pokemon's cock so snugly, so perfectly.

It was like they were made for each other.

The realization made Ethan blush, but he wondered if Hermes shared his sentiment. His question would have to wait, though, as the Zoroark was drowning himself in ecstasy, breeding his human companion with such vigor that every thrust shook both parties' bodies. Lust slowly clouded his mind, and he saw the male underneath him as nothing but a bitch whose existence, at this moment, was to serve solely one purpose, and that's to please and relieve the Zoroark. Thank to the copious amount of pre he'd been depositing to Ethan's hole, the human was now extremely lubricated, and Hermes found himself slipping further and further into him, reaching Ethan's deepest, most intimate part. The slick, warm tunnel clenched and relaxed around his cock in a hard milking amidst the vicious hammering.

Musk, squelches, pants and various kinds of suggesting noise filled the air as their mating rhythm became drastically more frantic. Paws wrapped around Ethan's midsection, Hermes processed to unleash all of his feral lust; furry balls slapping against the human's buttocks as he took Ethan harder than ever; his penetrations steadily forced the young man open, making way for the knot to enter. Ethan also displayed his corporation, moving his hips to meet the fox's sharp strokes, impatient to get as much of that meat pole into him as possible. And just like that, the pair entered a stage of frenzied ecstasy, one desperate to hilt deep inside, one eager to be deliciously filled; both aching to fully bond.

They got their wish soon enough. After a great deal of abuse, Ethan's ass was considerately loosened, and with one particular strong push, Hermes' knot finally breached the human's pucker and tied them together. Ethan's eyes rolled back to his head and his body shook violently from experiencing fullness beyond any known limit. Despite his now restricted movements, the Zoroark never ceased humping, making his wondrously huge knot press against Ethan's prostate, and the constantly stimulation soon proved too much. With an audible gasp, Ethan succumbed to his second orgasm of the day; his cock twitched and emptied the content of his balls in the form of explosive jets. As the human drown in his heart-stopping climax and splattered cum all over him, Hermes felt the flesh surrounding his cock spasm madly, which in turn brought him to his own impending peak. There was only one procedure left to complete this mating session.

Ethan winced from a sudden pain as Hermes' teeth narrowly sunk to his sensitive neck in a ceremonious mating bite, but his discomfort was nothing compared to the pure rapture following it, when Hermes finally deposited his long-awaited load. Thick, hot wads of potent Zoroark cum were unleashed into Ethan's bowels, filling up whatever space left in his already occupied hole. Hermes' orgasm was long and intense, as if he'd never stop climaxing; not that Ethan was complaining. He was busy enjoying the breeding of his life.

The eruption of cum inside Ethan finally came to a stop after every nook and cranny of his guts was inseminated with fertile Zoroark sperm. The young man panted heavily, feeling very faint, when out of nowhere, droplets of warm, salty liquid started landing steadily on his face. Still giddy, Ethan tried to focus his vision, and couldn't believe what he was seeing. The young man was no stranger to rare treasures and riches or even some really weird possessions, being a thief and all, but nearly ten years he'd been with Hermes and not once had Ethan recalled witnessing the pokemon shedding tears.

"I'm sorry, Ethan…I'm sorry…" The fox sobbed as he collapsed onto Ethan, his tears mixing with blood on the young man's neck. With a weary sigh, Ethan gently wrapped his arms around Hermes; his anger and resentment rapidly deflated as he held the quivering pokemon close, "I get it now…why you always avoided my suggestions to find a mate, why you seemed uninterested in female…it was me. It's always been me, right?"

The Zoroark remained still in Ethan's embrace, but gradually started to relax as the young man took his silence as consent and continued, "How long has it been?"

"Fr-from…the first time we met." Hermes struggled to find his voice.

Once again, utter shock hit Ethan. The first time they'd met…that was almost ten years ago. Nearly a decade the pokemon had harbored that kind of emotional weight, no wonder why he was so desperate, "So, did you, err, realize your feelings on that same night?"

"No, but when you saved me from the Ursaring, the way you held me so close, I felt so strange, and shaken, and…attached to you…" the Zoroark shuttered; face getting hot as he struggled to make his confession, "I thought about it that whole night, and I honest didn't know what to do if you rejected me."

Ethan nodded. Now that he remembered, Hermes had certainly showed an odd eagerness when he'd offered to accompany the young man, "I guess you had plenty of time to work out your problems, then."

"I realized my feelings, but I couldn't find the courage to face it. A relationship between humans and pokemon will likely end in tragedy, leave alone one between two males…I dare not think about it, so I suppressed my love to remain your friend, but when you told me you'd found someone else…I felt like my effort was for nothing."

"So that how it is," Ethan concluded, softly brushing his fingers along the Zoroark's crimson mane, "Jeez, if only you'd stayed calm and let me finish. Yes, I said I've found someone, but I never explicitly stated that person was a female…or a human at all."

Hermes' jaw dropped. He stared at Ethan, completely baffled, as if still working on believing what he'd just heard.

"Still need more hints?" Ethan grinned, "Well then, one, it was a male. Two, he saved my ass once just like I did him; and finally, he's looking at me."

Ethan's words seemed to send the Zoroark into a trance, and when he eventually snapped out of it, Hermes' tears were damping the young man's face again, "Please, Ethan…if this is a dream, don't ever wake me up."

"Jeez, you big crybaby," Ethan chuckled, "Don't dream, live this moment, although if you insist otherwise, then I'm in no hurry to wake you up. By the way, I thought you'd be more interested in, you know…how things started for me."

"That too…I guess."

"You know, Hermes, I used to doubt you. When you first joined me, I was like, meh, this kid is kinda zealous, but can he endure the hardship? I was wrong, dead wrong. Not only are you brave, loyal, you're also the only one who truly cares about me.

I didn't realize anything…not until that night when we were betrayed and chased across the woods? I was bleeding to death, but thanks to your heartbeats and warm embrace, I felt safer than I ever had. Then you said you'd willingly kill for me, and I was horrified, yet immensely touched…how to put this, ah, it knocked some sense into me."

"I've spent my whole life stealing, without actually earning anything, but I've finally found my most important person - you…and yes, I'm unworthy and in no position to ask, but… would you allow me a chance to return your feelings?"

"Is that a proposal?" Hermes inquired gingerly, fully aware that he'd just stated something incredibly obvious.

"Pretty much…oh, and one more thing," Ethan nodded as he lifted the Zoroark's face and looked into his eyes, "I love you."

As soon as those words hit his ears, Hermes began quivering feverishly. The two exchanged intense gazes, as if trying to permanently carved the image of their loved one to each other's mind. After seemingly eternity, the Zoroark finally found his voice again, "What you just said…say it again, please."

"I love you. Now. From this day on. Always."