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A quiet night in. That was all Darla wanted after a long day at work, especially getting home well after dinner time.

It hadn’t been the most enjoyable day in the office. She worked for a finance firm, but she wasn’t in that field, rather she was an IT specialist who helped keep all their computers and servers running. At least, that was the job description…in reality, it felt more like she was babysitting fifty-five idiots who would fry their entire business if she didn’t frantically fight them all off. How could otherwise functional adults be so utterly USELESS with technology? Maybe if they were eighty years old she could understand, but some of her peers were younger than her 31 years. Yet they couldn’t figure out how to print, couldn’t send a proper e-mail let alone a troubleshooting ticket, and constantly harassed her for the dumbest issues - one of them that day had harangued her for three minutes because his screen wasn’t turning on, and then when she finally figured out that he had literally turned the power off on it, had complained that it had taken too long for her to figure that out. (The monitors automatically went to standby, they weren’t even SUPPOSED to be turned off, but he of course insisted that he HAD to every time he left - which made it all the more baffling that he hadn’t been able to figure out that he’d done that.) And of course there had been a problem late that she’d needed to work on right that minute or they’d likely lose lots of man-hours the next day, because that seemed to happen far too often and yet they didn’t spend one dime upgrading to try to make it happen less, despite it being SUCH a vital system that they couldn’t work without it.

Maybe it would’ve been easier if she’d had help, but despite there being an IT team of four people, it seemed like Darla was all on her own more often than not. Her supervisor, the team leader, rarely bothered with anything that wasn’t literally on fire, and even then it was almost a coin flip whether he’d care enough. The other two team members weren’t much better - one of them was incredibly lazy and wouldn’t take any tickets or requests unless there was no one else who could deal with it and he got badgered enough, and the other was so bad at the job that it was a wonder he was still employed, half-likely to do nothing and about two-thirds of the time he did do something he made things worse. She did far more work than any of them, yet got the least credit or respect…the fact that Darla was the only woman on the team was surely only a coincidence, to suggest otherwise was clearly ridiculous and just whining.

Yes, it was probably time to find a different job. But it wasn’t as easy as she thought it would be…again, Darla suspected that being a woman was part of the issue. IT had a problem with being a ‘boy’s club’ in a lot of places and she’d interviewed a few places with male supervisors who had spent more time than necessary on how well she could get along with colleagues, which she was pretty sure were fishing for any answer that suggested she would raise a fuss if she was mistreated or harassed. Until she found something better, she just had to put up with it…which meant more than a few days where she came back exhausted.

Fortunately, her personal life was doing a good deal better than her professional life. No sooner had she walked in the door than she got embraced from behind by a familiar pair of arms. “Long day, hon?” Ah, there was that familiar voice of Kenny, her boyfriend. She liked to call them a perfect mismatch - his short, light brown hair and tanned skin contrasting with her fair appearance and raven locks, he with a tall and solid laborer’s build versus her being slightly short and slender, his more outgoing personality versus her tendency towards introversion, yet there was a bond there that transcended the differences. And Darla really appreciated that, because she didn’t find those kinds of connections just anywhere…or, really, anywhere for the most part.

“Far too long. I hope you didn’t have plans for tonight because I don’t think I’m up for them.”

“Well, I think I’ve got just the thing, then…you won’t have to do anything, I’ll do the heavy lifting to make sure you feel good.”

That was Kenny for you - one reason she loved him so much, he knew how to make her feel good even after a day like today. “I’d love that…why don’t you show me what you have in mind?”

“Gladly.” Gently, Kenny walked her up the stairs to her bedroom, caressing her as they went. She loved his attentiveness, he knew all those little details about her that made her feel great - the spots she liked to be touched, the perfect amount of pressure, his responsiveness to her moans and sighs. For all the ways he was different from her, he seemed to be attuned to her in a way that made him feel like he belonged. She could have spent an age in his arms and still wanted more.

But there was more to his plan tonight. A nice, salacious turn, as her bedroom door was opened, and she could see the restraints laying there on the bed, pretending to innocence she knew they didn’t have. “Oh, my, you DID have some plans tonight, didn’t you?” she teased lightly.

“It’s fun to break them out now and then. And they WILL ensure that you don’t have to do any of the work tonight.”

“After a day like today, I can hardly object to that.” Darla smiled as she started to remove her clothes, while Kenny started setting up the bonds. It wasn’t an entirely unexpected thing - they were hers, after all, and they’d done this more than a few times in their relationship. There was something very thrilling about having that restraint, that inhibition, leaving someone else in control…it couldn’t be with just anyone, of course, but Kenny was so good at it, she didn’t have any fear when he was the one over her. And there was truth in what he said, as well - restraint meant a release from any duty to action in their activities, all she had to do, all she really COULD do, was lay there and allow him to bring her to rapture.

Her clean-cut pantsuit was set aside, underclothes cast to the floor as she bared herself to Kenny. Naturally lean, despite her slightly less active than ideal lifestyle, which she knew might not be a given forever; her light skin marked here and there with freckles and a couple moles, which she didn’t bother fretting over; her bosom was on the smaller side, something Darla HAD fretted over earlier in her life but had come around to, there was nothing particularly appealing about having mountains mounted on her chest. She stepped lightly over to the bed, just as Kenny was putting the last touches in place, leaning into him and kissing him. “I hope you’re not going to leave me the only one undressed.”

“Not for long…but let’s get you situated first.” Kenny gave her a brief peck before she went to lay down on the bed, shimmying into position with that little bit of enticement that she hoped was revving him up nicely. Her arms and legs were laid near the padded cuffs, a bit of a stretch but that was useful for keeping them nice and taut - Darla liked to have little freedom of movement when she was under this, it made it all the better. Kenny moved her right arm just a little to get the cuff around it; he was quiet, light with his touches, a teasing that set her alight inside as he got her arm into place and tightened the bond around it. It was the perfect tension, not pinching nor slipping, ensuring she couldn’t move but wouldn’t be uncomfortable with it; she’d spent a good bit of time trying different ones out, these were the best she’d found.

Kenny moved slowly around the bed, getting each other limb into position and locking it down. Each corner of the bed claiming one arm or leg, buckling Darla in to the point where she couldn’t really move at all. It wasn’t until Kenny got her left arm into place, though, that the rush truly picked up…that cuff being locked down, holding her firm and tight, was the point where she was truly helpless, she couldn’t free herself and now could only wait for Kenny to unlock her.

And that rush ticked up when Kenny brought the last piece over: a gag for her mouth, to slip around her head and fasten tight, muffling her completely. A piece which pretty much forestalled any chance of ending things early…they had a safe word, but it was one she’d never used, never felt the need to, and she had gotten into the idea of not being able to use it. Kenny had been a bit reluctant initially, but over time had come around…it was perhaps not the wisest practice, but Darla wasn’t bothered by that little bit of indulgence, not when their history had been without any marks.

Kenny climbed onto the bed, grinning down at her. He was still dressed, but clearly admiring his handiwork…Darla perfectly contained, unable to move, unable to speak, and as aroused as she’d ever been. Her arms able only to swing a little up and down. Her moans muffled but audible, the only things he could hear from her. Her legs spread, pussy completely open to him, nothing at all in the way of him entering her. She couldn’t blame him for being thrilled, who wouldn’t have been enticed? All that was missing was for him to join the fun properly…

And then the lights dimmed. And something changed. She wasn’t prepared for the change in lighting, making things a bit darker around her…not to the point where she couldn’t see at all, but definitely obscuring everything except what was above her. And that was Kenny…until it wasn’t. The form of her boyfriend blurred over her, shifting rapidly to another shape…his tanned face replaced by a dark-furred, pointed muzzle lined with red, that short, light hair becoming a wild, thick red mane, his clothed body vanishing into coarse, black fur. And, between his legs, a deep red, pointed and knotted cock, smeared with dusky precum, several inches larger than her boyfriend’s, properly poised to delve into her waiting lips.

It wasn’t Kenny at all. It was Zeon. Her Zoroark.

He entered her swiftly, with an ease spurred by confidence that he wouldn’t hurt her and she couldn’t resist him. Indeed, the slight jerk in her body wasn’t one of denial, nor one lacking in pleasure…even if she hadn’t been ready for it, that reaction was immediate and unmistakable. And he didn’t linger on it, didn’t give her mind a chance to catch up, pulling back and delving back inside quickly, deeper than before, filling her up quite robustly. His body bore down on her, the fur tickling where it brushed against her, clawed fingertips poking into her arrested arms, just that little bit to accentuate the power he had over her.

Shock was overridden by ecstasy rapidly, perhaps shamefully rapidly. Darla’s moans, initially tinged with surprise, degraded to muffled bliss within seconds, her body arching into the thrusts with what little motion she was allowed. Was there any point in rejecting it? She was immobile, helpless, would not have a say in anything until Zeon was finished with her…resistance was futile, and trying to deny her response was laughably more so. Zeon would know the truth - Dark-types ALWAYS knew your emotions, sometimes better than you yourself did. The only logical choice was to give in.

Slowly Zeon sped up, bucking into Darla fervently, driving in with nearly his full length, only that knot laying outside, smacking wetly against her opening, their mingled fluids being squeezed between his bulb and her folds. He powered through her squirming and jerking, her tightening down on him as she felt those pleasure spikes run through her, making her seize briefly here and there and clench down on that animal staff. Everything Zeon did was focused on his rutting, he wasn’t touching or caressing her in any other way, aside from the incidental rub of his body against hers…it wasn’t a lack of care of pleasure, but a determination to make her reach the pinnacle with his pleasure tool alone, to prove the power he had to bring her rapture.

Were it Kenny, he would have needed to do more, but Zeon was a different beast, and the subtle buzz and heat through her vagina were already suffusing her with an inhuman ecstasy that had her more sensitive, more responsive…Darla’s mind was awash in the sensations and the feelings they elicited, which only spurred Zeon on further. He sought out her most sensitive spots and assailed them ruthlessly, that pointed tip grazing those hot spots before surging into their maximum depth, filling Darla on a level that nothing else had ever reached.

That knot was making much more of a statement now - Zeon’s thrusting was slowing, but getting deeper, and he was grinding the knot against her every time he drove in. And Darla could feel it, her entrance starting to yield, to bend to that dark creature’s will, to allow him to embed and mark her depths with his wild, tainted essence. The burn in her was almost desperate for it, clenching down on him and crying out into her gag…she felt herself winding up tighter, almost begging to be tied and to feel that push over the edge. Such a deviant thought, shunting out all concern of Kenny or indeed anything other than Zeon’s conquest of her…she embraced it, letting all inhibition dissipate and reveling in the raw pleasure as it threatened to consume her.

And then, with a loud snarl, Zeon struck for real, pulling back almost all the way out and then shoving himself in once more, forcing that knot against her with intense strength until her lips surrendered fully to it, a loud wet <POP> echoing through the darkened room as he tied with her. She went over the edge right then and there, the rush of knotting and the feeling of being packed so full unleashing that full force of orgasmic delight, her hips jerking up and down and her cunt trying to strangle that fat cock buried inside her. Barely seconds later, she felt that wet heat pulsing deep into her body, spreading through her and filling her up quite rapidly. Zeon came so much, and it had nowhere to go once it reached that knot, blocking off more than the slightest trickle from departing from her, making her feel slowly more packed as the fluid sought to make space. All throughout her loins, that tainted heat was spreading, giving her a rush that refused to let her own climax fade without a fight, pushing her to greater heights, even making her vision blur a bit. She could feel her heart pounding against her chest as her Zoroark claimed her, doing his best to breed her…thankfully not truly possible as it was, but it was such an emphatic effort that she could almost believe it was a guarantee.

The climactic pinnacle slowly began to recede, but it wasn’t going quickly, dragging out the bliss for as long as it could hold, and making her shiver with the remnants of that pleasure even as it faded into the background. She felt so full, crammed with cock and cum, neither of which was going anywhere for a while, not with Zeon’s tie in her. The Zoroark wasn’t in any rush, either, dropping onto her, his furry body lighter than it looked but still not trivially weighty, making her feel the pressure on her. His hands released from Darla’s arms, rubbing at them where the claws had poked in, before moving to her face to caress her around the gag. “Feeling better?” His voice was his own now, that foxy bit of growl constantly underneath, with a silky, oily quality that made her shiver, tinted with a bit of breathlessness from his own exertion. She could only nod, making his grin widen. “Good…you needed a good bit of unwinding, I could tell…this should help you relax.”

Darla nodded again. Zeon would know well enough, he always did, having that insight into her natural of his kind. And he was good at making it happen…every time.

It hadn’t always been like this…Zeon hadn’t ever done this with her before Kenny, and even then it wasn’t until Kenny and her had become a serious item that he had started. The first time was much like this one, him pretending to be Kenny until he had her tied up and helpless, then dropping the illusion just before the moment of truth. And it had shocked her then…but it had also been unnaturally exciting, thrilling, enjoyable, in a way that was embarrassing for her to admit but which, even if she had tried to deny, Zeon would have known the truth. And while good sense might have suggested she set up firmer boundaries and put a stop to this, she hadn’t done so…and Zeon had thus continued, and given her a sensational time, every time.

It wasn’t that she found Kenny lacking. It wasn’t that she wanted him replaced, or even that Zeon wanted him replaced, as he had made no effort to push her out of that relationship. It was just…Zeon was so GOOD to her, knew her as well as Kenny did, maybe even better. He could be so attentive to her needs, just as Kenny was…in fact, they were so equally good that, truly, whenever Zeon masked himself, she genuinely didn’t know whether it was Kenny or Zeon. He was remarkably good at imitating his manner, and the way he cared for Darla could only have been just as genuine. There were times when he didn’t start with the pretense, where he approached her as he natively was, but he enjoyed the illusion, enjoyed making her wonder right up until the moment he was about to go in, leaving her guessing whether a human or Zoroark would be entering her. And he especially loved the nights where she was amenable to the bondage - because while Kenny liked the bonds, Zeon LOVED them, getting such a vicarious thrill out of her thrill of helplessness…it was those nights when he was at his wildest, and where she got the most out of him.

Was it cheating? Darla truly didn’t know. Different people stood differently on whether Pokémon counted, and she honestly couldn’t have said what she thought on the matter. She DID know that it was probably not right to keep it from Kenny, though…but she wasn’t ready, she didn’t know what to say about it, and she worried what he might think of it, regardless of whether it was a ‘cheat.’ None of this, though, was enough for her to want to stop…Zeon was just so GOOD, in a different way, that ever-so-slight tinge of corruption he’d laid ensuring that she was so responsive to him, felt such an intensity from his cock, and she had never once failed to climax from him, in a way that he made seem almost effortless. She didn’t want him MORE than Kenny…she just didn’t want to give either up.

Perhaps she’d have to drop her own illusions sometime. But, as Zeon finally lifted, withdrew from her, and moved to start undoing the bonds, with a long yet gentle lick on her cheek before he parted from her, she felt no urge to be in any rush over it. When all she wanted was a quiet night in, she knew she had two options, and hopefully she wouldn’t have to give either one up for a long time.