Story Notes:
This is a story I threw together some time ago but haven't had the chance to submit until now. I hope you enjoy this little delve into the life of a particular Shiny Skitty and roughened Mightyena.
Impact
To put it quite simply she was a bitch.
And here he was in the darkness of the night, his glowing crimson eyes cutting through the inky shadows and putting everything into an amazingly sharp focus. He had watched her, for many years he had keep at least one eye on her; her calmly flicking tail, her superior Cheshire grin, that short pelt of rosy red fur. There were things to be said about pokemon like her, born with unique coloring on their pelts. They thought themselves to be special, superior, to any other pokemon around them.
His teeth shimmered in the moonlight; they were nothing special at all. In fact some were so hideously weak that they were easily picked off and eaten by other, stronger members of the ecosystem. However to him it didn't matter, her slowly sauntering form in the darkness was the only thing that his mind concentrated upon. Her sneers, her jibes, the way she would laugh at him as if he were the epitome of a joke among their kind.
She had no room to laugh; a Skitty should never be vindictive, only cute and oblivious. Her disregard for anything considered normal was forged through her inverted fur, that pelt of soft rosy red turning her childlike smile into a thinly veiled dagger. She garnered the love of all, a knack for saying the right thing falling neatly into her little paws as she gathered a great troupe behind her beck and call. Her targets were those of necessity and he was at the top of that long list.
His eyes pierced her charms, her looks, her words. He saw that bratty creature for what she was, only a shallow husk of a decent pokemon. When they were mere pups and kittens she was the sweetest thing he could imagine, the closest one he could ever call his best friend. She turned on him swiftly, her popularity and favor with all others turning her into a whore for attention and love. She demanded the same of him, using old nick-names and her friendly charms to tempt him to her will. He refused and hence the "lessons" began. He was "taught" time and again how she was the best, her furry abnormality giving her sovereign rule, and how it would be best for him to lay down his arms and accept her fully. He fled and was never seen for many years...until today.
He had watched her, over and over, night after night with nothing removing his simmering glare from her back. Through pouring rain and cloudless nights he watched her routine, how she moved, what she did, when she was least protected. Tonight, a night thought by her to be of irrelevance, blossomed and so his chance did come. She had let her 'guards', twin titanic Aggrons of tremendous might, rest for the evening while she took her leisurely evening stroll. She needed no protection; for several miles around pokemon adored her and if worse came to worst and she were to be attacked, she knew of many methods of persuasion that would earn her another drooling henchman.
Tonight, however, would be his night; a night that she would not soon forget. Tonight was the eve of her fall, her crown stripped through his vindictive actions. He looked up to the sky, the full, fat moon hanging and calling with its silent celestial symphony. Pale and round; so happy, so rotund, carrying a chant only his kind could hear. The call to hunt, the siren song of the prowl, he was ready.
Glancing forward he swiftly dashed along the underbrush, his steps silent as he stealthily approached her from the rear. He knew she couldn't hear him; her attention had long been drawn upon persuasion and conversation when it should have been on instinct and strength. Her senses had dulled while her mind sharpened; an adaptation she would find suited her rather poorly this fine summer evening.
He came to a slow crawl, following from the dense brush, as she trotted to the side of her favorite lake. It was a small pond containing only the most ignorant and self sufficient of animals, beasts that hadn't yet separated intelligence from instinct. This was a favored spot of hers, fish were abundant and for such a small creature her appetite was as large as her ego. She easily crept to the side of the lake, her tail wavering in a slow fanning motion.
His creeping slowed and slowed, approaching with only the most careful and calculated of steps. Her back still turned she pawed into the water, drawing up a fish and greedily tearing into her midnight snack. It was a large fish, old and worn with time; succulent and strong even after so many years alive in this small pool. She had only taken a few bites, the morsel of meat barely melting upon her tongue, when it happened.
It gripped the back of her neck, her scruff, and roughly tore her from the ground. On hair-trigger instinct her body curled into itself, tucking into a ball and falling limp. She didn't find need to curse just yet but her unfortunate turn of luck was deemed rather out of favor for her. She felt herself being carried, her mind shouting for her body to move but thousands of years of genetically inborn instinct overrode her struggles without even so much as a backward glance. She was pulled from the lake, struggling to free herself from her own muscular laxity as her assailant carried her quite effortlessly to a tree several yards away from the waters edge.
He felt her body begin to puff up, her lungs filling with air preparing to scream bloody murder upon him. With a swift flick of his head she flew, scrambling from his mouth and landing hard against the trunk of an ages old tree. The breath was shot from her lungs, her small mouth coughing and gasping for air as she scrambled to her wobbly feet. He was on her in a flash; his thick, muscular form easily pinning her tiny, lithe body to the ground.
Pressed to the cool, hard earth she stared up into the darkness. For some time she could only see his eyes, bright and vengeful, and his teeth, large and powerful. She felt her lungs attempt a gasp but there was no room to inhale; only a raspy breath was her startled response. In time the darkness cleared and she found herself face to face with a long grey muzzle, two pitch black triangles beneath blood red and putrid gold eyes. In short order her lips turned to a mocking grin, her voice quietly hissing out, "nice to see you again Lock."
He smirked, nick-names persevering through time served to only amuse rather than shock him. Her melting grin was evidence of her realization that he shared no love for the name, no matter how fitting the term "Lockjaw" was to describe him. His teeth, spires of the purest ivory, glinted in the light of the luminous moon as he growled, "I could say the same Ivy." For a brief moment he was back in the sunny days of their youth; chasing her giggling form before, with one great pounce, he pinned her to the ground. With the blink of an eye it was gone and here he was; holding down what had become of his dearest friend, a greedy little succubus.
Time had not handled him well; his fur was ragged and torn with scars lining his muzzle and body. She could she he had spent a fair amount of time on the wrong end of the world and for her it was fuel to an imaginary fire. This was his punishment for turning against her, his oldest friend and his unequivocal better. This was what happened to those who didn't realize she was special. Feeling whatever righteousness she had built she turned to stare him directly in his furious gaze.
With a snap her stare was met; her attempt at Attraction broken by his horrible piercing Glare. Her body seized up, eyes, for once, going wide as he stared deeply into her abysmal ocular orbs. Every movement was hindered, every twitch was stiff; he had completely immobilized her twisted little body. He curtly broke the gaze; her body remained frozen from his dark glare and for him it was all the invitation he needed for his next phase.
She could barely move to breathe; her breath had come back only to be rudely snatched away by his glare. Feeling for any stretch of movement she attempted to concentrate; her mind focusing on the muscles needed to move her legs and run like the wind. Just as her concentration awarded her a swaying toe she felt something, smooth and long, slip into her mouth without a word. Her eyes snapped open in surprise; above her Lock had pressed his muzzle against hers and gave her a kiss that sent his tongue writhing down her throat.
At first her resistance was at its peak, her voice screaming and howling for him to release whatever slobbering kiss he had pushed upon her. His tongue writhed and twisted, wrapping around her roughened appendage as the kiss grew deeper and more heated. Slowly, as if timed by the very tides, her cries became quieter, her pleas less frequent. Her twitching and jumping, the result of her bid for escape, dribbled off into a slow nothingness until she lay limp upon the ground allowing access to his slick tongue.
She had no idea what to do, her mind screaming for an immediate release from the drooling beast while her body...her body began to demand other things. At first her mind ruled with an iron fist, her lungs calling for an end of his disgusting embrace and an immediate release from his hold. In time her minds steely grip loosened, its commanding hold being pried away by an even stronger force. The force of nature's influential call, instinct pouring in from her very genes, overrode her self-taught resistance.
To be honest he had no idea what it was he was doing; at first he had planned to bite her throat and end her like the corrupt fiend she was. However, for some odd reason his teeth wouldn't allow such a feat. In his mind he had practiced it time and time again yet...his tongue was now deep in the mouth of the Skitty he had, for the past several years, hated with an utter passion. His own primal urge was beginning to awaken, a boiling need he hadn't addressed in many months spurring in his loins. He felt a grin break into the abrupt kiss, why not take his fun with this prey before he punished it?
She felt him grin into the kiss; worry creeping into the back of her mind but a budding thirst began to take control. She had yet to mate, there had been plenty of opportunities but why bother with them? There were no males suitable for her so what was the point of gracing them with her magnificent genetics? Despite this knowledge and mental tenacity she found her resistance being worn away by this...controlling male. This beast of a Mightyena had her within his grasp so tightly that she nearly had to ask him for a breath before she could take one. With a sharp burst he broke the kiss, his tongue slipping back into his mouth as he gave her a predatory grin.
He could see the fight in her eyes, that resistance making itself known through her half glaring stare. That was something she always did, she never gave up on anything. Truth be told he had always admired her in some ways; she was stubborn and crafty but with a touch of mercy and naivety behind her works. She had an inborn knowledge of strategy and planning that they would always use; as a team she was the brain while he was the brawn. He remembered at one point she was kind, loving, and she refused to acknowledge that she was any different than the next pokemon...
"Ah Lock what fools we were as children," she hissed, his only sign that he had been broadcasting his innermost thoughts. Her lips parted in a lethal grin, "but as a seed must shed its shell and grow into a beautiful flower so must I Lock. I threw off that petty mercy and naivety; it was for the best Locky." She could see the sharp flash of rage that crossed his features, her skill at pushing his buttons in top form despite their long time apart. She let loose a wild grin in triumph; all she had to do was nudge him just a little bit more then take control of the livid beast. It wouldn't be difficult at all.
"I used to love you," his voice growled, echoing from the base of his hoarse throat. Her smirk of smug satisfaction widened; even those who tried to kill her loved her. Just as she was about to speak his teeth secured themselves around her throat; the bony blades tightening to the point that her voice emerged as a slow airy murmur. His jaw flexed, his muscle constricted, but once again his fangs could not hope to penetrate the thin skin and rosy red fur of her neck. With a deep throated growl he rose from her throat, her gasps for air allowing him time to think.
His teeth were sharp; she could feel how pointed those pearly spears of bone felt around her neck. She had no desire to feel it ever again. Her breath came back to her in slow gasps and in time she was prepared to speak once more. With a slow growl he spoke first, cutting off her cunning words swiftly. "You were beautiful, a kind soul that helped everyone no matter what the cost or problem. Now you have shriveled up into a little ball of sin. Your let your greed and pride wrap you up in an idiotic superiority before swallowing you whole," his heated gaze locked into her own, a jagged chill racing down her spine as another glare reinforced her paralysis.
Suddenly a sharp grin broke his gray muzzle, his gigantic fangs gleaming in the moonlight as he spoke, "I didn't only love you, you know. I lusted over you, I dreamed of taking you for my own in so many different ways." Her eyes snapped open, wide and fearful, as she stared into Locks feral gaze, knowing what the ragged wolf had planned. "I dreamt of giving you pleasure as you gave me, sending you to paradise and beyond," Lock said with a slightly soft and faraway tone, his eyes glazed over and his grin slowly dyeing. Just as she felt she could speak, pulling him into her charming power, his grin returned, wild fire dancing behind his eyes as he chuckled, "but I think of other things now."
Before her voice could spring from her throat his tongue slid into her mouth; kissing her with even greater zeal and fire than he had before. Her mind fought tooth and nail but her body, her own flesh and blood, betrayed her crying mind by moving limply and even accepting the canine's talented tongue. She could feel his muzzle pressed tightly to her own, only breaking free to take quick breaths of precious air. His tongue swirled round and round, twisting around her slowly wriggling sandpaper muscle in a tempting dance of animalistic passion.
With one last burst he broke the kiss, his heart pounding in his chest as his sheath filled with a growing desire. She panted continuously, her small chest pumping up and down attempting to gather enough air to keep her small body alive. Breathing deeply to regain his strength he could just barely smell it. Pressed so close he could sense it long before she; his nose acute and sensitive to even the slightest of fragrances. Wafting from the small demon was a scent he hadn't encountered in some time, a scent that he welcomed with a wider grin and a sharper gaze.
For several minutes she couldn't see straight; her panting taking up the highest amount of her concentration, she was unable to focus on anything for more than a few seconds. Just as she regained the sense of sight she felt a question tug at the back of her mind, where had the slobbering canine gone to? In a flash she jumped, realizing exactly where the lusty wolf had taken his visage. Peering down the best she could she saw the bulky dog, his icy cold nose pressed between her legs and up against her tiny slit.
There was no doubt in his mind, one slow intake of breath and he could smell every drop of lust laden desire this tiny succubus had to offer. A grin overtook his lips with a wicked idea; nudging his chilly nose against the top of her part he could feel her jump beneath his paws. He nearly laughed; despite her paralyzed body she could feel absolutely everything. His tongue shot out like a bolt, the long, soft appendage slowly trailing up and down the sensitive lips of the shivering Skitty. With each sweep of his tongue her muscles trembled, her frozen body shaking like a leaf in gale winds with each touch his tongue gave her slowly weeping slit.
His tongue, for a lack of a better term, was heavenly. Throwing back her head the best she could she stifled the moan erupting from her lips, his long and flexible muscle driving her mad with every stroke. He was so skillful, so dexterous, brushing against each nerve of her sensitive lips before wrapping around the growing bud at the top. Every logical fiber of her being screamed for him to stop, for her to push him off, run for her guards, and then have him slain on the spot. Weakly she felt a call of distress drop from her tongue, the fragile words shattering on the wind as his surprisingly nimble lips took their turn pulling on her sensitive little nub.
His tongue slowly parted her engorged lips, licking at the sensitive flesh between. With each lick he gave she rewarded him with an accidental, low throated moan; each time his tongue wrapped around her stiff clit she gave off an unintentional gasp of pleasure. With each touch she danced, and with that he knew he had her in the pad of his paw. With a sharp grin his lips, swift and nimble, lightly nibbled at her peaking bud sending her shivering with pleasure. Just as quickly he pulled away, the smug grin still on his lips.
She barely had time to berate him for stopping; in a flash she found herself on her stomach with her rear propped up in the air, presenting herself for the wild canine. She felt her muscles melting from their frozen state, the paralysis of his glare ebbing away swiftly and easily. With a mental grin she attempted to jolt away but...she couldn't. She remembered his tongue on her lips, the pleasure shooting through her body. Her muscles trembled anew, a fiery burning rising from dripping lower lips and demanding satisfaction. With a quiet hiss she ground out, "get started you damned mutt." She felt his large body, thick and study, mount her; his shaggy grey fur melding with her rosy red pelt of short hair.
His erection, long and tapered, slowly slid along the crease of her lips; the pulsations jerkily drawing it up and down her slick petals. She growled deeply, pushing back with her hips despite her own disgust and horror, "move it Lock!" With a grin he slowly pushed forward, easing his titanic thickness into her petite pussy. Her lips wrapped tightly around the welcomed invader, her weeping walls accepting him eagerly in their dire need. She hissed; the thickness of his monster something she hadn't anticipated as it took all of her will to not scream in pleasure and pain. If she were to scream her guards would come and, while this would have been good at any other time, it would now be a grave mistake.
Gradually, inch by inch, his steel hardness was greedily swallowed by her pulsating lips. His shaft plunging into her wet depths slowly until at last the wholeness of his rod, knot aside, was deep within her silken sheath. Feeling the fullness, the thickness inside of her, she couldn't help it. Her forelegs buckled, her upper body plunging to the ground and a low moan rose up from the depths of her stomach. Pure, unimaginable pleasure coursed through her entire being as she felt the monstrous rod fill up every last bit of emptiness inside of her. Her mind was thrown into a haze, the sensation of Locks incredible girth in her tiny suckling walls made her ache for more. Despite her want, despite her need, Lock remained where he was, motionless above her with his hardness deep inside.
"Damn it Lock!" She screamed, her rear bouncing backward in a vain attempt to entice his animal passion, "Don't stop you ugly mutt!" With a swift snap of vicious jaws his teeth locked around the scruff of her neck, the ivory spires pressing tight into the loose fold of sensitive skin. All at once her body fell limp, her pitiful attempts to impale herself upon his throbbing girth instantly stopped.
From around the rosy red tuft of fur and skin his voice throatily growled, "What was that?" Her body tensed sharply, a decadent hiss rising from her throat as she spoke, "I said keep moving you bast-" Her voice cut short with a crackling cry, his hips pulling back and removing his powerful throbbing hardness from her slick, undulating walls. Pulling back at a slow, agonizing pace she felt the true emptiness, the void left behind in the wake of such immense pleasure.
She felt hollow, barren of everything that had brought her such wonderful satisfaction and she hungered for more. She whimpered loudly, her body attempting to move in protest as she spoke, "Please Lock, just take me...please." Her voice was softer; a sense of pure submission thinly veiling a jagged dagger beneath. Her whimpers called out, quiet and choking, attempting to hold back, but unable to stem, her beseeching tide.
His hips pulled back further, the void of her womb settling deeper as less of his hardness filled her tender walls. Her lips opened in a gasp, quickly screeching out in horror, "No! Please no!" Leisurely more of his hardness retreated, dragging along her sensitive bud and giving her brief flashes of pleasure along side her hollow pain. Her eyes, squinted shut, began to leak drops of tears as that final spark of her rebellion, her final fight for her retreating superiority, was slowly snuffed out, "Please Lock please! I beg you, please just take me!"
From his throat rose a deep chuckle, hot breath spilling over the nape of her neck, his teeth holding tight to her natural reigns, "What am I to you?" A foothold appeared, her mental ember of conceit and rebellion speaking through her drooling lips, "a filthy bastard mutt!" His teeth instantly clamped down, biting into the tough skin of her scruff, as his hips gradually retrieved even more of his canine masculinity from her weeping depths, "wrong."
That last act, the agonizing pull of his iron rod and the bite of his large teeth cut the cords of her resistance; her nature being squished beneath his overwhelming dominance, "Lock, please Lock!" With a slower, even more excruciating pull, he came to the very end of his length. Only the very tip of his tapered rod rested between her petite lips, her slick walls writhing in an attempt to suck him back into their firm hold, "what am I?" The emptiness consumed her, the nothingness clashing harshly with the memory of her pleasure. The void tore away at her instincts, begging, pleading for the large canine to finish what he had started in her fertile womb. Tears flowing from her eyes her head craned back, the pain too much to bear as she screamed in submission, "You are my Master! Please Master please! Fuck me!"
A powerful thrust and the whole of his thick shaft was inside of her, filling her with its massive throbbing girth. She cried out in ecstasy, her voice rising so high in bliss that her vocal cords could no longer produce a sound. She laid beneath the great beast, her powerful master, as he thrust into her, his hips swiftly plunging in and out of her wet walls. Her voice was lost; her pleasure too intense to sound while her mouth lay wide open, a thin trail of drool streaming from her lips to the ground below. Pure pleasure, enough to erase her very mind, coursed through her with each strong thrust Lock used.
He grinned around the scruff of her neck, dropping her suddenly and letting the little succubus rest on her own legs as he used her body for his own ends. She fell and rested on her elbows, content to raise her rear to her new master and take the intense pleasure he decided to give her. With each thrust she was in heaven, with his every moan of approval she yowled out in joy. He owned her, she was his, and he had the right to do whatever he wanted with what was his.
He continued to use her milking lips for what seemed to be hours, relentlessly pounding her silken sheath with his canine rod unintentionally causing her to erupt in orgasm after orgasm. When he finally came to his own blissful end she had long ago fainted from her own intense pleasures. The upper portion of her body lay limp on the dusky ground as her rear legs, locked at her knees, remained standing for her master's pleasure. Her cheeks lifted up in a happy smile as a thick purr rumbled from her chest; the gooey, creamy warmth of her masters cum filling her virgin womb as she slept.
With one slow pull he removed himself from her slick grip, his rod slathered with their combined copious fluids. As he curled and cleaned himself her presented rear toppled, falling to her side letting what excess cum he had spent dribble from her puffy pink lips. Finishing his work he gave her a brief glance; watching as she tucked into herself with a drunken smile on her lips. He stared for several minutes at the resting feline, his mind whirling with the emerging possibilities. There was no doubt in his mind that this would change her. She had submitted to him, her will had broken, and she was now his.
Her past demeanor would be lost, shattered. Perhaps she would return to the charming young female he knew her as, free and kind. Maybe she would aid any in need purely from the goodness of her heart.
Maybe she would become dependent on him for everything, needing her 'master' to give her an order for every occasion. Perhaps she would be completely obedient, following his and only his word as if it were the total and absolute law of the cosmos.
A slow grin crossed his lips as he turned, vanishing into the shadows of the night.
Maybe she would grow a rancorous spirit; seeking him out with grand plans for hideous revenge Maybe she would abandon all those who sought only to put her on a pedestal. Maybe she would live as he had, alone, scarred, fighting to survive. Maybe she would evolve; maybe she would become his equal in might one day. Maybe he would hear legends of a twisted Delcatty calling for the blood of every Mightyena in the land until she descended upon one particular pup who earned her ire. Maybe she would chase him as he chased her, forever searching for the Mightyena who claimed her body and soul.
Maybe... she would still be his slave, his Ivy, and she would never know it.
And here he was in the darkness of the night, his glowing crimson eyes cutting through the inky shadows and putting everything into an amazingly sharp focus. He had watched her, for many years he had keep at least one eye on her; her calmly flicking tail, her superior Cheshire grin, that short pelt of rosy red fur. There were things to be said about pokemon like her, born with unique coloring on their pelts. They thought themselves to be special, superior, to any other pokemon around them.
His teeth shimmered in the moonlight; they were nothing special at all. In fact some were so hideously weak that they were easily picked off and eaten by other, stronger members of the ecosystem. However to him it didn't matter, her slowly sauntering form in the darkness was the only thing that his mind concentrated upon. Her sneers, her jibes, the way she would laugh at him as if he were the epitome of a joke among their kind.
She had no room to laugh; a Skitty should never be vindictive, only cute and oblivious. Her disregard for anything considered normal was forged through her inverted fur, that pelt of soft rosy red turning her childlike smile into a thinly veiled dagger. She garnered the love of all, a knack for saying the right thing falling neatly into her little paws as she gathered a great troupe behind her beck and call. Her targets were those of necessity and he was at the top of that long list.
His eyes pierced her charms, her looks, her words. He saw that bratty creature for what she was, only a shallow husk of a decent pokemon. When they were mere pups and kittens she was the sweetest thing he could imagine, the closest one he could ever call his best friend. She turned on him swiftly, her popularity and favor with all others turning her into a whore for attention and love. She demanded the same of him, using old nick-names and her friendly charms to tempt him to her will. He refused and hence the "lessons" began. He was "taught" time and again how she was the best, her furry abnormality giving her sovereign rule, and how it would be best for him to lay down his arms and accept her fully. He fled and was never seen for many years...until today.
He had watched her, over and over, night after night with nothing removing his simmering glare from her back. Through pouring rain and cloudless nights he watched her routine, how she moved, what she did, when she was least protected. Tonight, a night thought by her to be of irrelevance, blossomed and so his chance did come. She had let her 'guards', twin titanic Aggrons of tremendous might, rest for the evening while she took her leisurely evening stroll. She needed no protection; for several miles around pokemon adored her and if worse came to worst and she were to be attacked, she knew of many methods of persuasion that would earn her another drooling henchman.
Tonight, however, would be his night; a night that she would not soon forget. Tonight was the eve of her fall, her crown stripped through his vindictive actions. He looked up to the sky, the full, fat moon hanging and calling with its silent celestial symphony. Pale and round; so happy, so rotund, carrying a chant only his kind could hear. The call to hunt, the siren song of the prowl, he was ready.
Glancing forward he swiftly dashed along the underbrush, his steps silent as he stealthily approached her from the rear. He knew she couldn't hear him; her attention had long been drawn upon persuasion and conversation when it should have been on instinct and strength. Her senses had dulled while her mind sharpened; an adaptation she would find suited her rather poorly this fine summer evening.
He came to a slow crawl, following from the dense brush, as she trotted to the side of her favorite lake. It was a small pond containing only the most ignorant and self sufficient of animals, beasts that hadn't yet separated intelligence from instinct. This was a favored spot of hers, fish were abundant and for such a small creature her appetite was as large as her ego. She easily crept to the side of the lake, her tail wavering in a slow fanning motion.
His creeping slowed and slowed, approaching with only the most careful and calculated of steps. Her back still turned she pawed into the water, drawing up a fish and greedily tearing into her midnight snack. It was a large fish, old and worn with time; succulent and strong even after so many years alive in this small pool. She had only taken a few bites, the morsel of meat barely melting upon her tongue, when it happened.
It gripped the back of her neck, her scruff, and roughly tore her from the ground. On hair-trigger instinct her body curled into itself, tucking into a ball and falling limp. She didn't find need to curse just yet but her unfortunate turn of luck was deemed rather out of favor for her. She felt herself being carried, her mind shouting for her body to move but thousands of years of genetically inborn instinct overrode her struggles without even so much as a backward glance. She was pulled from the lake, struggling to free herself from her own muscular laxity as her assailant carried her quite effortlessly to a tree several yards away from the waters edge.
He felt her body begin to puff up, her lungs filling with air preparing to scream bloody murder upon him. With a swift flick of his head she flew, scrambling from his mouth and landing hard against the trunk of an ages old tree. The breath was shot from her lungs, her small mouth coughing and gasping for air as she scrambled to her wobbly feet. He was on her in a flash; his thick, muscular form easily pinning her tiny, lithe body to the ground.
Pressed to the cool, hard earth she stared up into the darkness. For some time she could only see his eyes, bright and vengeful, and his teeth, large and powerful. She felt her lungs attempt a gasp but there was no room to inhale; only a raspy breath was her startled response. In time the darkness cleared and she found herself face to face with a long grey muzzle, two pitch black triangles beneath blood red and putrid gold eyes. In short order her lips turned to a mocking grin, her voice quietly hissing out, "nice to see you again Lock."
He smirked, nick-names persevering through time served to only amuse rather than shock him. Her melting grin was evidence of her realization that he shared no love for the name, no matter how fitting the term "Lockjaw" was to describe him. His teeth, spires of the purest ivory, glinted in the light of the luminous moon as he growled, "I could say the same Ivy." For a brief moment he was back in the sunny days of their youth; chasing her giggling form before, with one great pounce, he pinned her to the ground. With the blink of an eye it was gone and here he was; holding down what had become of his dearest friend, a greedy little succubus.
Time had not handled him well; his fur was ragged and torn with scars lining his muzzle and body. She could she he had spent a fair amount of time on the wrong end of the world and for her it was fuel to an imaginary fire. This was his punishment for turning against her, his oldest friend and his unequivocal better. This was what happened to those who didn't realize she was special. Feeling whatever righteousness she had built she turned to stare him directly in his furious gaze.
With a snap her stare was met; her attempt at Attraction broken by his horrible piercing Glare. Her body seized up, eyes, for once, going wide as he stared deeply into her abysmal ocular orbs. Every movement was hindered, every twitch was stiff; he had completely immobilized her twisted little body. He curtly broke the gaze; her body remained frozen from his dark glare and for him it was all the invitation he needed for his next phase.
She could barely move to breathe; her breath had come back only to be rudely snatched away by his glare. Feeling for any stretch of movement she attempted to concentrate; her mind focusing on the muscles needed to move her legs and run like the wind. Just as her concentration awarded her a swaying toe she felt something, smooth and long, slip into her mouth without a word. Her eyes snapped open in surprise; above her Lock had pressed his muzzle against hers and gave her a kiss that sent his tongue writhing down her throat.
At first her resistance was at its peak, her voice screaming and howling for him to release whatever slobbering kiss he had pushed upon her. His tongue writhed and twisted, wrapping around her roughened appendage as the kiss grew deeper and more heated. Slowly, as if timed by the very tides, her cries became quieter, her pleas less frequent. Her twitching and jumping, the result of her bid for escape, dribbled off into a slow nothingness until she lay limp upon the ground allowing access to his slick tongue.
She had no idea what to do, her mind screaming for an immediate release from the drooling beast while her body...her body began to demand other things. At first her mind ruled with an iron fist, her lungs calling for an end of his disgusting embrace and an immediate release from his hold. In time her minds steely grip loosened, its commanding hold being pried away by an even stronger force. The force of nature's influential call, instinct pouring in from her very genes, overrode her self-taught resistance.
To be honest he had no idea what it was he was doing; at first he had planned to bite her throat and end her like the corrupt fiend she was. However, for some odd reason his teeth wouldn't allow such a feat. In his mind he had practiced it time and time again yet...his tongue was now deep in the mouth of the Skitty he had, for the past several years, hated with an utter passion. His own primal urge was beginning to awaken, a boiling need he hadn't addressed in many months spurring in his loins. He felt a grin break into the abrupt kiss, why not take his fun with this prey before he punished it?
She felt him grin into the kiss; worry creeping into the back of her mind but a budding thirst began to take control. She had yet to mate, there had been plenty of opportunities but why bother with them? There were no males suitable for her so what was the point of gracing them with her magnificent genetics? Despite this knowledge and mental tenacity she found her resistance being worn away by this...controlling male. This beast of a Mightyena had her within his grasp so tightly that she nearly had to ask him for a breath before she could take one. With a sharp burst he broke the kiss, his tongue slipping back into his mouth as he gave her a predatory grin.
He could see the fight in her eyes, that resistance making itself known through her half glaring stare. That was something she always did, she never gave up on anything. Truth be told he had always admired her in some ways; she was stubborn and crafty but with a touch of mercy and naivety behind her works. She had an inborn knowledge of strategy and planning that they would always use; as a team she was the brain while he was the brawn. He remembered at one point she was kind, loving, and she refused to acknowledge that she was any different than the next pokemon...
"Ah Lock what fools we were as children," she hissed, his only sign that he had been broadcasting his innermost thoughts. Her lips parted in a lethal grin, "but as a seed must shed its shell and grow into a beautiful flower so must I Lock. I threw off that petty mercy and naivety; it was for the best Locky." She could see the sharp flash of rage that crossed his features, her skill at pushing his buttons in top form despite their long time apart. She let loose a wild grin in triumph; all she had to do was nudge him just a little bit more then take control of the livid beast. It wouldn't be difficult at all.
"I used to love you," his voice growled, echoing from the base of his hoarse throat. Her smirk of smug satisfaction widened; even those who tried to kill her loved her. Just as she was about to speak his teeth secured themselves around her throat; the bony blades tightening to the point that her voice emerged as a slow airy murmur. His jaw flexed, his muscle constricted, but once again his fangs could not hope to penetrate the thin skin and rosy red fur of her neck. With a deep throated growl he rose from her throat, her gasps for air allowing him time to think.
His teeth were sharp; she could feel how pointed those pearly spears of bone felt around her neck. She had no desire to feel it ever again. Her breath came back to her in slow gasps and in time she was prepared to speak once more. With a slow growl he spoke first, cutting off her cunning words swiftly. "You were beautiful, a kind soul that helped everyone no matter what the cost or problem. Now you have shriveled up into a little ball of sin. Your let your greed and pride wrap you up in an idiotic superiority before swallowing you whole," his heated gaze locked into her own, a jagged chill racing down her spine as another glare reinforced her paralysis.
Suddenly a sharp grin broke his gray muzzle, his gigantic fangs gleaming in the moonlight as he spoke, "I didn't only love you, you know. I lusted over you, I dreamed of taking you for my own in so many different ways." Her eyes snapped open, wide and fearful, as she stared into Locks feral gaze, knowing what the ragged wolf had planned. "I dreamt of giving you pleasure as you gave me, sending you to paradise and beyond," Lock said with a slightly soft and faraway tone, his eyes glazed over and his grin slowly dyeing. Just as she felt she could speak, pulling him into her charming power, his grin returned, wild fire dancing behind his eyes as he chuckled, "but I think of other things now."
Before her voice could spring from her throat his tongue slid into her mouth; kissing her with even greater zeal and fire than he had before. Her mind fought tooth and nail but her body, her own flesh and blood, betrayed her crying mind by moving limply and even accepting the canine's talented tongue. She could feel his muzzle pressed tightly to her own, only breaking free to take quick breaths of precious air. His tongue swirled round and round, twisting around her slowly wriggling sandpaper muscle in a tempting dance of animalistic passion.
With one last burst he broke the kiss, his heart pounding in his chest as his sheath filled with a growing desire. She panted continuously, her small chest pumping up and down attempting to gather enough air to keep her small body alive. Breathing deeply to regain his strength he could just barely smell it. Pressed so close he could sense it long before she; his nose acute and sensitive to even the slightest of fragrances. Wafting from the small demon was a scent he hadn't encountered in some time, a scent that he welcomed with a wider grin and a sharper gaze.
For several minutes she couldn't see straight; her panting taking up the highest amount of her concentration, she was unable to focus on anything for more than a few seconds. Just as she regained the sense of sight she felt a question tug at the back of her mind, where had the slobbering canine gone to? In a flash she jumped, realizing exactly where the lusty wolf had taken his visage. Peering down the best she could she saw the bulky dog, his icy cold nose pressed between her legs and up against her tiny slit.
There was no doubt in his mind, one slow intake of breath and he could smell every drop of lust laden desire this tiny succubus had to offer. A grin overtook his lips with a wicked idea; nudging his chilly nose against the top of her part he could feel her jump beneath his paws. He nearly laughed; despite her paralyzed body she could feel absolutely everything. His tongue shot out like a bolt, the long, soft appendage slowly trailing up and down the sensitive lips of the shivering Skitty. With each sweep of his tongue her muscles trembled, her frozen body shaking like a leaf in gale winds with each touch his tongue gave her slowly weeping slit.
His tongue, for a lack of a better term, was heavenly. Throwing back her head the best she could she stifled the moan erupting from her lips, his long and flexible muscle driving her mad with every stroke. He was so skillful, so dexterous, brushing against each nerve of her sensitive lips before wrapping around the growing bud at the top. Every logical fiber of her being screamed for him to stop, for her to push him off, run for her guards, and then have him slain on the spot. Weakly she felt a call of distress drop from her tongue, the fragile words shattering on the wind as his surprisingly nimble lips took their turn pulling on her sensitive little nub.
His tongue slowly parted her engorged lips, licking at the sensitive flesh between. With each lick he gave she rewarded him with an accidental, low throated moan; each time his tongue wrapped around her stiff clit she gave off an unintentional gasp of pleasure. With each touch she danced, and with that he knew he had her in the pad of his paw. With a sharp grin his lips, swift and nimble, lightly nibbled at her peaking bud sending her shivering with pleasure. Just as quickly he pulled away, the smug grin still on his lips.
She barely had time to berate him for stopping; in a flash she found herself on her stomach with her rear propped up in the air, presenting herself for the wild canine. She felt her muscles melting from their frozen state, the paralysis of his glare ebbing away swiftly and easily. With a mental grin she attempted to jolt away but...she couldn't. She remembered his tongue on her lips, the pleasure shooting through her body. Her muscles trembled anew, a fiery burning rising from dripping lower lips and demanding satisfaction. With a quiet hiss she ground out, "get started you damned mutt." She felt his large body, thick and study, mount her; his shaggy grey fur melding with her rosy red pelt of short hair.
His erection, long and tapered, slowly slid along the crease of her lips; the pulsations jerkily drawing it up and down her slick petals. She growled deeply, pushing back with her hips despite her own disgust and horror, "move it Lock!" With a grin he slowly pushed forward, easing his titanic thickness into her petite pussy. Her lips wrapped tightly around the welcomed invader, her weeping walls accepting him eagerly in their dire need. She hissed; the thickness of his monster something she hadn't anticipated as it took all of her will to not scream in pleasure and pain. If she were to scream her guards would come and, while this would have been good at any other time, it would now be a grave mistake.
Gradually, inch by inch, his steel hardness was greedily swallowed by her pulsating lips. His shaft plunging into her wet depths slowly until at last the wholeness of his rod, knot aside, was deep within her silken sheath. Feeling the fullness, the thickness inside of her, she couldn't help it. Her forelegs buckled, her upper body plunging to the ground and a low moan rose up from the depths of her stomach. Pure, unimaginable pleasure coursed through her entire being as she felt the monstrous rod fill up every last bit of emptiness inside of her. Her mind was thrown into a haze, the sensation of Locks incredible girth in her tiny suckling walls made her ache for more. Despite her want, despite her need, Lock remained where he was, motionless above her with his hardness deep inside.
"Damn it Lock!" She screamed, her rear bouncing backward in a vain attempt to entice his animal passion, "Don't stop you ugly mutt!" With a swift snap of vicious jaws his teeth locked around the scruff of her neck, the ivory spires pressing tight into the loose fold of sensitive skin. All at once her body fell limp, her pitiful attempts to impale herself upon his throbbing girth instantly stopped.
From around the rosy red tuft of fur and skin his voice throatily growled, "What was that?" Her body tensed sharply, a decadent hiss rising from her throat as she spoke, "I said keep moving you bast-" Her voice cut short with a crackling cry, his hips pulling back and removing his powerful throbbing hardness from her slick, undulating walls. Pulling back at a slow, agonizing pace she felt the true emptiness, the void left behind in the wake of such immense pleasure.
She felt hollow, barren of everything that had brought her such wonderful satisfaction and she hungered for more. She whimpered loudly, her body attempting to move in protest as she spoke, "Please Lock, just take me...please." Her voice was softer; a sense of pure submission thinly veiling a jagged dagger beneath. Her whimpers called out, quiet and choking, attempting to hold back, but unable to stem, her beseeching tide.
His hips pulled back further, the void of her womb settling deeper as less of his hardness filled her tender walls. Her lips opened in a gasp, quickly screeching out in horror, "No! Please no!" Leisurely more of his hardness retreated, dragging along her sensitive bud and giving her brief flashes of pleasure along side her hollow pain. Her eyes, squinted shut, began to leak drops of tears as that final spark of her rebellion, her final fight for her retreating superiority, was slowly snuffed out, "Please Lock please! I beg you, please just take me!"
From his throat rose a deep chuckle, hot breath spilling over the nape of her neck, his teeth holding tight to her natural reigns, "What am I to you?" A foothold appeared, her mental ember of conceit and rebellion speaking through her drooling lips, "a filthy bastard mutt!" His teeth instantly clamped down, biting into the tough skin of her scruff, as his hips gradually retrieved even more of his canine masculinity from her weeping depths, "wrong."
That last act, the agonizing pull of his iron rod and the bite of his large teeth cut the cords of her resistance; her nature being squished beneath his overwhelming dominance, "Lock, please Lock!" With a slower, even more excruciating pull, he came to the very end of his length. Only the very tip of his tapered rod rested between her petite lips, her slick walls writhing in an attempt to suck him back into their firm hold, "what am I?" The emptiness consumed her, the nothingness clashing harshly with the memory of her pleasure. The void tore away at her instincts, begging, pleading for the large canine to finish what he had started in her fertile womb. Tears flowing from her eyes her head craned back, the pain too much to bear as she screamed in submission, "You are my Master! Please Master please! Fuck me!"
A powerful thrust and the whole of his thick shaft was inside of her, filling her with its massive throbbing girth. She cried out in ecstasy, her voice rising so high in bliss that her vocal cords could no longer produce a sound. She laid beneath the great beast, her powerful master, as he thrust into her, his hips swiftly plunging in and out of her wet walls. Her voice was lost; her pleasure too intense to sound while her mouth lay wide open, a thin trail of drool streaming from her lips to the ground below. Pure pleasure, enough to erase her very mind, coursed through her with each strong thrust Lock used.
He grinned around the scruff of her neck, dropping her suddenly and letting the little succubus rest on her own legs as he used her body for his own ends. She fell and rested on her elbows, content to raise her rear to her new master and take the intense pleasure he decided to give her. With each thrust she was in heaven, with his every moan of approval she yowled out in joy. He owned her, she was his, and he had the right to do whatever he wanted with what was his.
He continued to use her milking lips for what seemed to be hours, relentlessly pounding her silken sheath with his canine rod unintentionally causing her to erupt in orgasm after orgasm. When he finally came to his own blissful end she had long ago fainted from her own intense pleasures. The upper portion of her body lay limp on the dusky ground as her rear legs, locked at her knees, remained standing for her master's pleasure. Her cheeks lifted up in a happy smile as a thick purr rumbled from her chest; the gooey, creamy warmth of her masters cum filling her virgin womb as she slept.
With one slow pull he removed himself from her slick grip, his rod slathered with their combined copious fluids. As he curled and cleaned himself her presented rear toppled, falling to her side letting what excess cum he had spent dribble from her puffy pink lips. Finishing his work he gave her a brief glance; watching as she tucked into herself with a drunken smile on her lips. He stared for several minutes at the resting feline, his mind whirling with the emerging possibilities. There was no doubt in his mind that this would change her. She had submitted to him, her will had broken, and she was now his.
Her past demeanor would be lost, shattered. Perhaps she would return to the charming young female he knew her as, free and kind. Maybe she would aid any in need purely from the goodness of her heart.
Maybe she would become dependent on him for everything, needing her 'master' to give her an order for every occasion. Perhaps she would be completely obedient, following his and only his word as if it were the total and absolute law of the cosmos.
A slow grin crossed his lips as he turned, vanishing into the shadows of the night.
Maybe she would grow a rancorous spirit; seeking him out with grand plans for hideous revenge Maybe she would abandon all those who sought only to put her on a pedestal. Maybe she would live as he had, alone, scarred, fighting to survive. Maybe she would evolve; maybe she would become his equal in might one day. Maybe he would hear legends of a twisted Delcatty calling for the blood of every Mightyena in the land until she descended upon one particular pup who earned her ire. Maybe she would chase him as he chased her, forever searching for the Mightyena who claimed her body and soul.
Maybe... she would still be his slave, his Ivy, and she would never know it.