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Zari could barely contain herself. She'd finally gotten rid of her parents and now surveyed her meager possessions. The small dorm room had few of the luxuries she had at home, but she'd trade that for a hovel if it meant escaping her parents. At least she had a private bathroom. A large trunk lay at the foot of a bed barely wide enough to fit two people intimately, still contained most of her clothing. She had hanger-space for a half dozen dresses, and the dresser wasn't much better, but she'd manage. Now that she was alone, she could finally greet her new pokemon in earnest.

Her thumb hesitated over the black pokeball's gold button. She had played out this moment over and over again in her mind during the long months waiting. No longer would she have to endure her mother hovering over her shoulder every minute of the day, all the mandatory choreographed dinner parties where she was expected to look pretty and keep silent.

What if- Zari grit her teeth and released a bolt red light from her hand. Zoroark's prowling posture left him ready to pounce, a thrill of apprehension electrifying her gut, but he relaxed into an easy stance after a quick glance at his surroundings. He said nothing, and neither could Zari.

Beautiful silky gray fur covered his lean and dangerous figure. Vibrant red claws matched the accent markings around clear blue eyes, and a flowing red mane put his lithe torso in stark relief. Zari took a trembling step forward, nearly within arms reach of him, then another. Cool eyes followed her stuttered movements. A calculating curiosity in his gaze and the predatory angles of his muzzle left her feeling wholly inadequate - prey. That alone could have convinced her to lay herself at his feet.

Instead she stepped right up to him, close enough that she had to drop her gaze, instead staring into the inky black tuft of fur covering his chest and shoulders. Then without saying a word, she knelt, placing her face level with his crotch.

A light sheen of sweat accompanied the torturous heat rising up through her chest and into her cheeks. Hesitantly, she reached out and sank her fingers into the warm fur on his thigh. The sculpted muscle tensed beneath her fingers, but Zoroark didn't pull away. Zari let her eyes drift shut, exulting in the heat of his body, fur brushing between her fingers.

Zari couldn't stop herself. Without opening her eyes, she leaned into him slowly until her face nestled against his hip, the thicker patch of fur against her right cheek hinting at something more. Fur muffled her silent whimper, and she inhaled deeply, her nose buried in luxurious warmth. A faintly sweet woody scent tantalized her, a scent so close to recognition that she kept grasping towards it, pressing herself harder against his body, her free hand wrapping around the back of his thigh beneath a taut rump to pull him closer. Yet still it eluded her, and the more she sank into his fur, the harder it became to ignore what it hid.

The side of his sheath pressed obviously against her cheek, his shaft hard even while not erect. Zari longed to experience it, but instead she nuzzled herself lower, the ghost of his knot teasing her pale skin, and instead brought her attention to his balls.

They lurked beneath a dense fog of gray fur, hanging close to his body despite their impressive weight. Zari cupped them reverently with one palm, letting his twin jewels drag across her fingers, teasing at the treasure finally within reach. There was nothing more that she wanted right then, and she let her hand fall away, only to replace it with her face.

Zoroark's balls straddled the bridge of her nose before rolling across her lips. Beneath all the fur, only the faintest velvet adorned his sack. Zari left a slow dance of kisses across every curve her lips could reach before finally allowing herself a sampling.

Behind the faintest tang of salt, his taste remained just as elusive as his scent. Zari couldn't place it, only knowing that she needed more. She explored him, lapping at his heavy balls, lifting them with her tongue, suckling the taut skin between them. They set a fire in her stomach, and despite the skirt allowing her legs to breath, an uncomfortable humidity gathered between her thighs.

Zari stretched her lips wide, desperately wanting him inside her, but she barely managed to coax one of his balls into the warm embrace of her mouth, gently sucking in the heavy orb. Zoroark growled, a powerful clawed paw taking the back of her head, not discouraging her, but a gentle warning while his paw held her face close between his thighs.

A muffled whimper escaped her stuffed mouth, jaw aching but unwilling to relinquish its prize. Zari let her tongue dance across Zoroark's impressive masculinity, her lips gently suckling, desperate for the seed hiding just beyond her reach. Her hips moved on their own, desperately searching yet unable to find anything to grind against while her panties grew increasingly stifling.

Something hot and wet dripped onto her hair, shortly followed by several drops wetting her forehead. Zari moaned, half torn that his precum hadn't found her tongue, but honored to have her pokemon mark her with his arousal, that he wanted her.

An ache in her jaw forced Zari to relinquish her prize and let Zoroark pop free from her tired lips. She sucked fresh air into her lungs, but didn't withdraw her face from Zoroark's crotch. His tantalizing scent lingered in her thoughts, the increasingly regular trickle of precum leaving a spot on her head nearly as wet as her panties.

The desire patiently coiling in her pelvis grew too insistent to ignore. Zari slumped backwards for a moment, trying to clear her head, panting. Unable to look up and meet the eyes she felt watching her, she instead watched a few more drops of precum splash against the ground in front of her. Had they not instantly soaked into the low pile carpet, Zari might have tried to lap it off the floor at Zoroark's feet. Eventually she managed to gather the courage and stand.

Zari only glanced at Zoroark's now evident erection. Glossy pink flesh stood out against his gray fur, his knot swelling inside his own sheath, creating an intimidating bulge even though she knew he wasn't fully aroused yet, but she dragged her eyes away.

Despite trembling hands, Zari managed to steady her voice, even if she spoke low enough to barely count as a whisper. "I know we just met, and you were probably expecting me to be a trainer, or to battle, but I'm hopeless at that." She had tried to explain as much to her parents, but they had never given anything she'd ever said the barest consideration. She didn't even try to meet his eyes and instead gazed into the endless void hidden within his black chest tuft.

"I want to be yours." she whispered. "I want to obey you. I want you to keep and command me like I would have you if I were a real trainer." Zari took a fistful of black fur to try to steady her hand. "Anything you wish. Any time, no matter what. Unconditionally yours." The silence following her words stretched far past comfort, though only spanned a few fluttering heartbeats.

Zoroark's paw gently but firmly forced her chin up until their eyes locked, his voice hoarse and low but perfectly understandable. "Anything? Like what you were just doing?" His intensely blue eyes glittered mischievously.

Despite the blush threatening to burn away her cheeks, Zari forced herself to respond. "You want more than that, don't you?"

Zoroark let her chin drop, his voice like scuffed velvet. "I do." A large claw trailed along her jaw and down the side of her throat. "Can humans be captured as I am? Can I hold you captive at the press of a button?"

"N-No," Zari stammered, a shiver running down into her core at his touch.

Zoroark leaned in, his lips touching her ear, breath hot against her skin. "So you're just playing at it, then?"

Zari's knees nearly gave out. She would do anything in that moment to win Zoroark's approval, so she offered. "You want me to release you?"

"Would you?" Zoroark's claws tightened on her shoulder. "If I ordered you to?"

His touch snatched the "Yes," from Zari's lips.

"Release me." Zoroark dropped his paw and stepped away, leaving Zari half dazed and longing for him to continue.

Had the rational part of her brain been available for consultation, it would have emphatically recommended not doing what she was about to do. Unfortunately, all else had been drowned and carried away by the raging tide of hormones and desire occupying her body. Zari picked her phone up from her desk, thighs uncomfortably slick as she walked. A few taps, and after affirming several cautionary prompts and entering her PIN, the pokeball let out three monotone beeps then shrank back to its compact size. Zari let it drop to the floor and turned to Zoroark.

"There." Her voice trembled for the first time. "I have no hold over you." Part of her expected him to vanish, disappear under an illusion and leave her with a very difficult explanation to give her parents. She waited, and he didn't go.

"You're a very strange human." Zoroark took the back of her neck in one paw, drawing her forward to run his tongue across her cheek, her jaw, pausing to nip her earlobe.

Zari gasped and stumbled into him. He continued dragging his tongue slowly across her supple skin, down her throat, his snout easily nudging aside the collar of her blouse, the strap of her bra. She squirmed, trying to help him relieve her of clothing, but he dragged out the process, his grip on her side or shoulder always in the way, forcing her to endure his slow licks and grazing claws.

Finally he attacked her blouse, claws lazily swiping at the buttons one by one. Zari didn't care if he destroyed the shirt, whined in anticipation, half hoping he'd shred the garment and get it over with. But he let her squirm, a trail of light scratches moving towards her pelvis. Zari wrapped her arms around the back of Zoroark's neck, drawing him to her rather average breasts.

His snout nuzzled beneath her bra, a cold nose exploring the soft give of her breast. Her nipples sprang back from each tugging lick, and she yelped in surprise at a gentle nip from sharp fangs. All the burning tension and pressure nearly made her scream, pleasure lighting up her nerves, yet always falling short of the release her body demanded, the function some primal command to give herself to Zoroark. After amusing himself with her breasts, Zoroark pulled away, flashing menacing fangs in a playful grin, but wild hunger burned in his gaze as well.

His eyes gave the order clearly, and Zari hastily finished discarding her blouse, letting her skirt fall to her ankles. Soft milky skin made it clear she didn't see much of the outdoors. In nothing but her visibly wet panties, bra hanging off one shoulder, she faltered. Precum glistened in patches on the floor and continued to leak from Zoroark's nearly fully erect cock, leaving prismatic droplets on his gray fur. He was big.

"I-I've never been with anyone before." Her fingers fumbled with the clasp of her bra, but finally unlatched it on the third try, baring her breasts. Zari slipped a thumb underneath the waistband of her panties, but didn't lower them. Zoroark's glossy pink shaft grew slightly thicker in the middle before narrowing and blossoming into the immense knot trapped within his sheath. His cock twitched each time the strange tip spilled precum down his glistening length.

Zoroark prowled towards her. "It is too late to tie you now anyways." He gestured towards his already engorged cock.

Zari took an instinctive step backwards, unconsciously bringing herself closer to the bed. "What do I do?" she whispered, eyes wide, nerves piercing the heavy veil of desire clouding her mind, enhancing the thrill corrupting her sense of being. She didn't want to be a person, didn't want to think or decide or exist beyond her duty to serve him.

Zoroark guided her by the shoulder, leading her back until her thigh struck the bed, tipping her onto the firm spring mattress. Zari squeaked, her hands reaching to catch herself and leaving Zoroark free to curl his claws beneath the last scrap of clothing she wore. The thin cotton peeled away from her sodden lips, a strand of arousal briefly connecting her to the undergarment before Zoroark stripped it away, fully exposing her. For a moment the two of them simply looked at each other, Zari trembling on the bed, legs slightly parted, and Zoroark, fierce blue eyes admiring his prize. No one had ever seen her naked before.

He stepped forward, wide hips nudging her thighs further apart, spreading her open, an overwhelming sense of vulnerability unlike anything she'd experienced before lighting up her nerves. Each tiny movement left her expecting him, expecting sharp stabbing pain, the untamable animal violence of his claws and fangs and sinuous muscle. Instead he leaned low over her body, heat radiating from him, fur caressing tender virgin skin.

"I'll give you one last chance to change your mind human." Zoroark leaned in and nipped her earlobe, the pain sharp, a rush of adrenaline clearing her mind. "Once I claim you, I will keep you."

Zari panted, tightly gripping Zoroark's sides, gray fur soft between her fingers. His cock pressed against her cleanly shaved mound, blazing hot against her flesh, precum leaping up her belly. "I want nothing more."

Zoroark growled softly in approval, his slick length dragging back, her hips jerking up of their own volition to grind her clit against his shaft. Pleasure ripped through her gut, leaving her eyes watering, toes curled painfully. His tip brushed across her clit before letting precum wash across her sex, her already wet lips now dripping, parting around his tip, that thought-melting heat slowly finding her entrance.

Zari cried out loudly, not in a place to care if anyone in the adjoining rooms heard her. A stretch unlike anything she'd ever felt followed by a snap of pain left her gasping to fill her empty lungs, chest too tight to draw in air. Zoroark took her slowly, but nothing could have been slow enough, nothing could have prepared her for this chaotic mixture of ragged pain and life altering bliss.

Without thought or care, Zari sank her teeth into Zoroark's shoulder to muffle a wild growl of her own. She needed to tell him to slow down, give her a moment, a brief respite, but knew she couldn't manage the sounds, not with him continuing into her spasming depths.

Claws encompassed the back of her head, pulling her into Zoroark's shoulder. A fraying intensity strained his own voice. "Good. Bite."

Each passing moment Zari expected to break, to pass out, or cum so hard she died. The stretch filled her gut, then her chest, each ragged breath increasingly labored, as if he claimed every spare nook of her body, leaving her as nothing but a vessel for his cock. Zari expected it wouldn't end until she could feel him in her throat, but the intense stretch at her entrance lessened, then the last of his length stole between her suckling lips. A renewed wave of nausea pierced her stomach, the small protrusion on the tip of Zoroark's cock nestling against her cervix. Zari cried out loudly into his shoulder.

Something massive and hot pressed against her lips, pressing firmly against the entrance of her sex but far too large to even imagine inside of her. A soft growl vibrated through Zoroark, and his hips finally halted their advance.

Zari whimpered softly, desperately trying to grow accustomed to having him inside her. He continued to gently grind himself against her soft lips, stirring up her insides and massaging her aching clit in one continuous motion. Pleasure left her walls clenching and squirming around Zoroark's throbbing shaft, and she could feel his tip prodding the true limits of her sex. Each twitch let a spark of heat crash against the entrance of her womb, a burning pool forming deep within her, further swelling her already straining pussy.

Zoroark's weight settled atop her, and he let his head fall to the crook of her neck, panting breath hissing against her throat. He continued to grind himself against her, as if hoping she might take the rest of him. Zari let her head fall back as well, her jaw sore, human teeth unable to pierce his tough hide no matter how hard she bit, eyes staring sightless up at the white ceiling.

"Do you want me to thrust?" Zoroark's soft purr of a voice caressed her ears with a deceptive gentleness. Her body tensed at the suggestion. She knew what sex entailed, but the thought of him bettering her aching sex plunged a dreadful chill into her core.

Zoroark let his hips relax, only withdrawing enough to let her lips decompress, then sank his knot firmly back against her entrance, the motion teasing her clit. Zari gasped.

"Say it, and I will." Zoroark licked her throat, flushed skin misted by sweat. Zari didn't want to deny him. She belonged to him now, but when he drew back again, just a teasing bit further and sliding back in. "Tell me to make you my bitch."

"Nnn-" Zari groaned against her will, trying and mostly failing to keep the denial from her lips. All she wanted was to beg for him, but the words wouldn't come. Zoroark growled affectionately but no longer pushed her, instead letting his comforting weight pin her against the bed and gyrate his knot against her entrance.

Claws bit into the soft flesh of her shoulder, and Zoroark's snout prod the side of her throat with increasing fervor, parted lips letting his fangs scrape her neck. His body tensed atop her, soft grunts rumbling through his chest and into hers.

"It doesn't matter," he snarled quietly into her ear. "You are mine regardless." His hips jerked forward, knot slapping against her wet lips. The sharp prod against her cervix knocked her breath away, and the first powerful jet of cum erased her mind.

He had done it, claimed her, bred her. Each pulse reset her thoughts, every fiber of her being reveling in wave after wave of seed swelling her belly. Zari cried out, Zoroark weakly grasping her throat in his fangs, holding her deadly still, barely letting her breath, forcing her to bear his young, willing or not. But it was all she wanted, silently begging despite the pain.

Zoroark's burning knot massaged her lips, now beginning to leak small rivulets of thick seed between the cleft of her rump, tickling her other hole. It also let her imagine just how large he was, what it would feel inside of her. Only then, with the worry of Zoroark ravaging her fading, did Zari realize just how close she was, eyes snapping wide. She didn't know what to do. A wonderful pressure built within her gut, bright sparks of something incredible lashing out from her core, leaving her fingertips buzzing, calves tensed and aching.

Her body trembled, but Zoroark held her pinned against the bed, his snout prodding the side of the neck, tongue absently dragging at her skin through his own distracted pleasure. She whimpered quietly. "Zoroark I'm- I-I-" Her body was being ground to nothing beneath unbearable crushing bliss. "Stop, I think, I'm-"

Zoroark didn't stop, his hips didn't falter. "This is what you wanted, wasn't it?" Zoroark's lips tickled her ear. "My seed fills you. Cum." He gave her one last lick on the cheek before sinking his fangs into her shoulder.

The shock set off a cascade of sensations, overwhelming her mind's ability to process, and with cum warming her belly, every sensory feedback defaulted to pleasure - a primal, unmanageable bliss that encoded her new purpose as a core tenet of her soul. She screamed. Or maybe she didn't. She tried to. All the heat in the world collected low in her belly, suffusing Zoroark's essence into her, drawing them inexorably together in a bond deeper than any verbal oath.

Zari found herself gasping for breath when her surroundings materialized out of ethereal white mist. Low reverberant waves of pleasure left her a twitching, sweaty mess. Zoroark idly licked her shoulder where he had bitten her, tiny pinpricks of blood welling up from her pale skin.

"Welcome back," he purred, his cock still buried deep within her body and continually offering a steady trickle of cum.

Zari almost cried, hugging him tightly, the pressure against her clit sending her pussy into spasming fits, milking Zoroark's length. She tried to kiss him, every part of his neck and muzzle she could manage before letting her head fall back to the bed in exhaustion, her lips mostly finding fur anyway.

"I'm sorry," she mumbled, her head still spinning, the possibility of another orgasm looming near the edges of awareness. "You didn't get to satisfy yourself like you should have."

Zoroark wove his claws into Zari's black hair, pulling back her chin and exposing her neck. "You humans are so delicate." He leaned down and licked along her collarbone, leaving her writhing beneath his weight. Teeth grazed her delicate flesh. "I have plenty of time to train you so you don't break." He nipped at her chin. "You did well taking me."

Feeling his power over her left Zari gasping, her lips agape from her stretched neck, Zoroark pulling her hair just to the point of discomfort while he threatened to bit, only to drag his rough tongue across sweaty flesh. He eventually relented, letting her catch her breath.

Nervously, and with the weary assumption Zoroark was finished with her for now, Zari made an offer. "You can hurt me. Even if I beg you to stop in the moment. I am yours."

"Brave words from a naive pup," Zoroark growled, chuckling. "Our way is harsher. Pokemon have not softened the world the way you humans have, but there is a difference between pain and cruelty. You are mine, will be mine longer still. I take no pleasure in your suffering. You are mine to protect."

They lay in companionable silence, Zari marveling at the continued flutter in her belly. Cum formed a heavy pool at the entrance of her womb, swelling enough that Zoroark no longer pressed against her cervix but still felt his release swirling with each addition.

"Do you have a name? Or want one?" She watched him consider, his eyes hooded and content.

Zoroark lay his head upon her shoulder. "You may choose."

Zari's chest swelled at the privilege, another bond forming the twisting rope of connection tying mate to mate, the heavy weight of his seed within her anchoring them together. It was growing too much once again. Explosive tensions filled her belly, every muscle in her pelvis electrifying in anticipation, toes curling. Zari tried to speak, tried to utter her single thought, but only a high pitched moan escaped her lips. Without active stimulation, her very existence lingered in purgatory, too far gone to stop, but internally screaming for her body to realize the inevitability. Her fingers clutched at Zoroark's hips, pulling him closer, tighter, and he bucked forwards gently, rocking her entire body and sending colors dancing across her fading vision.

A soft growl built in her chest, her inner walls burning with fatigue but unable to relax, forced to wring every last drop from her mate in powerful rolling contractions. Zari almost begged for it to end, utterly exhausted yet yearning for the pregnancy that could never exist.

"Min," Zari gasped when she could manage the breath. "Min." She reached up and pulled his forehead against hers.

"Thank you, my mate," Min replied. He cradled her gently, nuzzling against her cheek through the throes of her orgasm. Zari barely remained conscious, surrendering to his embrace.

After an indeterminate amount of time, Min asked, "Are you ready?"

Cum wet her ass and the bed beneath her hips. Zari nodded, then braced herself. Zoroark lifted his body off hers, cold air rushing to fill the space he occupied, sweat freezing on her skin. He tenderly grasped her hips, the tips of his red claws dimpling her flushed skin. Icy eyes met her, then he slowly tugged.

Despite the mess of fluids, Zari's body resisted, her walls grasping at his length, the slight inward taper near his knot giving her pussy something to latch onto, sucking him back in even as his resistance grew. A soft whimper left her lips, eyes squeezing shut. It felt like Min would drag her insides out with his cock, but once started, her slid from her depth in a rush, cum pouring out of her with a slurping pop, and then she was empty.

Her body ached, but she couldn't deny a loss of something sacred. Min's cock belonged in her sex, her lips gently gaped in remembrance. Zari couldn't even be bothered by the mess running freely down her thighs, reaching her ankles.

Min lay down next to her, and Zari instinctively drew herself up alongside him, pulling one of his legs between her own and nestling into his shoulder before falling asleep.