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Our first chapter introduces Krystal, a Glaceon who discovers that an interesting sex life may not be all it's cracked up to be.
Train Wrecked
The Glaceon girl, Krystal, held her breath as her assailant slowly and tortuously undid the buttons of her aquamarine top. She was pressed up against the far wall of the moving train, with the weight of her attacker pressing on her back. She could feel his warm breath against her neck, which was causing her to sweat even more in the summer heat, and she could feel his stiff tool pressing against her rear. Even through his pants and her skirt, her sense of touch could clearly define it.
It wasn't very small.
He'd finished undoing her top, exposing her cleavage. The guy then slipped his hand inside her blouse; running it teasingly along her right breast. He firmly cupped the soft mound, running his thumb over the nipples that were hardening involuntarily. Krystal was mentally cursing herself for her previous decision to not wear a bra, as it just made it that much easier for this jerk to molest her. The male chuckled at her obvious discomfort, running his hot tongue across the back of her neck, as her boyfriend never had. She grunted in disgust, but gasped, quietly, when he slid his hand back out of her blouse, slipped both of them under her navy skirt, grabbed her cotton panties by the sides, and began to sensually drag them down her legs.
~ Gods, how did it come to this? ~ She thought to herself. ~ Getting raped on a moving train, in a crowded car, with no one apparently noticing a damn thing! ~
~
* 15 minutes earlier *
Krystal checked the watch on her right wrist. It was 2:35. In another 10 minutes it would be time for her to change trains. She was currently on the Hoenn Express on her way to a party that some family and friends were attending. It was pretty far out and she would need to catch the Johto express before it left at 2:50.
~ I hope this party cheers me up. ~ The ice-type thought to herself. ~ Because right now, I just don't know what to do. ~
Her concentration was broken by a sudden ringing from her skirt pocket.
~ Feh. Probably Destiny calling to make sure I'm coming. ~ The arctic eon thought, shaking her head. She reached in her pocket and pulled out her Razor. A quick check confirmed her suspicions. She laughed and pressed the talk button.
"Hi, Destiny Child. What you need?" The Ice-evolution asked.
"Hey, Girl-friend! Where you at?" Destiny, her Eevee Twin Sister responded.
"Sis, I'm going to the party. I'm on the Hoenn Express and will be transferring in about 8 minutes. You've been calling me for the past 3 days asking if I was going to this thing and what time my train came. I was half expecting you to show up here and ride with me or something."
"Sorry Krys, but I ended up taking an earlier train. I'm actually at the station right now and we may run into each other when we're catching our rides."
"Well, that's something at least." Kyrs sighed.
"....All right, Home-Skillet Biscuit, spill!"
"Spill what, Dest, what are you talking about?" Krystal asked, confused.
"Girl, you know exactly what I'm talking about. Every time I've called you, for the past 3 days now, you've sounded like your puppy died or something. What is it that's got you all depressed?"
"Hahaha..." Krystal chuckled, weakly. "You trippin. I'm just fi-"
"Girl, don't even go there, or I won't talk to you again for a month. I know something's wrong, it's obvious to me and everyone else, and I want to know what it is! Spill."
The Glaceon fem sighed, knowing she was defeated. Destiny's threat was no idle one, as she'd done that very thing a few years back after finding out that she'd gone to a concert, featuring Destiny's favorite band, while the Eevee had been sick in bed. That had been a pretty depressing month, so she was hardly eager to repeat it.
"Okay, okay. Put the knife down and step away from my back. It's Han."
"Han? Oh, you mean your boyfriend, Chanda."
"You know full well he prefers Han. He hates that his name can be a guys or a girls."
"Yeah, yeah, Crys, but what about him?"
"He's.....not so good.....in bed."
"Oh snap, Sis, you got a one-minute man?!"
"NO!! I mean, it's not like that. Look, he's a really sweet guy and I can tell that he cares for me. Maybe even loves me. But, he's pretty shy and not exactly what one would call straight-forward. Whenever we...you know, get frisky, I'm always the one to initiate it. He's never once done anything like drag me to the bedroom, throw me on the mattress, and ravish me. Every time we do something it's a real chore to get him to touch me, though there's no doubt he likes what he sees....."
"Oh I see, it's like that then. He's the kind of fellow who can talk the talk around his friends, but when he gets the chance he can't walk the walk. A look-but-don't-touch kind of person."
"More or less, yeah. And, as much as I like him and enjoy being around him I can't take much more of this. Things are getting kind of stale, with me making all the decisions in the bedroom and being a lot more out-going around others. If this keeps up I'm afraid I might have to leave him and try again."
"Damn Girl! It's like that?" The Eevee on the cell asked.
"It might have to be." The Glaceon sighed. "It is too much to ask for a little excitement in my life or for my sex life to be interesting?"
"I don't truly know girlfriend, but think about it some more before you do. He sounds okay to me. And be careful what you wish for. I gotta go now, it's finally my turn in this near endless snack line. But, I'll see you later, alright?"
"It's cool, Destiny. I'll catch you later." Krystal replied, hanging up the phone.
~
* Present time *
~ Interesting sex life indeed. ~ Krystal muttered to herself, as the guy behind her made the sexy eevelution lift her legs and step out of her panties. ~ This was not at all what I had in mind. ~ She then heard the sound of something being unzipped and tensed. Then she thought about it and frowned. She could feel that the man was directly behind her and she was sure that the sound had come from her right. She sensed the guy kneeling down and fumbling between her legs. Then she heard the zipping sound again.
~ Great. If I had to guess, I'd bet this pervert just stole my panties. ~
The male was still kneeling behind her. The arctic kitty was just wondering what his next move was when she felt, rather then heard, him sniff her. He brought his nose close to her and took a deep sniff; something her boyfriend had never done before. Hot air flowed past her taut buttocks and into his nose as he inhaled, making her shiver.
But, with revulsion or something else she was no longer sure.
She gasped as her assailant flipped her skirt all the way up, exposing her backside to the car, buried his nose between her cheeks and licked at her folds. His tongue was rough and hot, which led her to believe he might be a fire-type. Wonderful, so now the perv had type-advantage on her too. Life just wasn't fair sometimes. He lapped at her frozen flower again, his professional food taster running against her, previously hidden, clit. The icy fem had a warm tongue stroking her vulva and a cold nose pressing into her posterior, almost far enough for him to smell what she had for breakfast. The sensations she was feeling were unwanted, but she couldn't deny that her traitorous body was starting to find them pleasurable.
~ Wait! If he has his face buried in my ass then he can't see what I'm doing. I could slowly reach for my phone and speed dial someone for help. Or I could try kicking him away from me. I could whip around right now, while he's distracted, an- ~
Her thoughts were interrupted when her assailant pressed his metal weapon against her stomach. His silent message rang out clear and she sighed, and deigned herself to being a good little girl. It was better then getting seriously hurt or killed.
~ I never saw my sister at the station or in this car when I boarded. She must be in another car, which sucks. She would have helped me. ~
~
* 5 minutes earlier *
She couldn't find Destiny anywhere.
There was only one Eevee present in the station, including the restrooms and snack bar, but it wasn't her Destiny. She saw a couple of Machamp Security Guards, looking for good excuses to show off their muscles to the ladies. She noted a Charmeloen by the vending machine, trying to shake his package of Lava Cookies loose. There was a Golduck eating a Rage Candy Bar, a Leafeon eating some Nacho's, and a Medicham telling the fortune of a couple of Pichu's.
But, no sister.
Krystal just shook her head and boarded the train that was leaving in a few more minutes, flashing her ticket to the Probopass Conductor. Her twin must already be in one of the cars, probably looking for her. She went ahead and climbed the carpeted, metal steps and headed into the car on the left which was the only car that wasn't full.
Besides her there were only about 7 other people in the car. She didn't recognize any of them. Which is to say the Glaceon Female COULDN'T recognize any of them. They were all wearing extravagant masks and long cloaks. It was as if the entire group was on it's way to a Costume Party and it was like something out of one of those old whodunnit movies.
It was actually a little spooky.
She was sure they were all staring at her, but they weren't saying anything. While they were in those cloaks, she couldn't even tell if they were chicks or dudes. There was a noise behind her and another cloaked figure entered the compartment. The person took the second to last available space in the car. Then they turned and looked right at Krystal.
That was it. At this point in time, Krystal decided to take her chances with another car or, if necessary, another train all together. But, when she turned around, with the intention of getting to the door, the train started moving.
Swiftly moving, that is.
The trains between the regions were known for being so fast that it felt as but a few moments had passed before you reached your destination. The train would only stop for emergencies, or if it reached it's pre-determined destination, and trying to jump off now would be suicidal lest you were a ghost or steel-type.
She was stuck.
Of course she was possibly just being paranoid. The creeps in masks were probably just getting their rocks off by trying to scare her. Well, fuck them then. She was stronger then that. She made her way to the only spot left to peacefully stand, the far left corner complete with window, with her head held high and ignoring the still silent occupants.
She was turned, half towards the other occupants of the car, who were now reading and playing hand-held games, and half towards the window, watching the vivid scenery of the region go by. The people and buildings were mere blurs and time soon became meaningless, as she stood there waiting for the train to carry her to the next phase of her life.
Was she really going to leave her boyfriend? Sure the sex was dull and uninteresting, with her doing all the work and taking nearly forever for the arctic-eon to reach her climax. He was a funny guy and was liked in their circle of friends, but really. When she'd imagined having a boyfriend she'd just assumed that a decent level of intimacy would be a part of the package. She always blushed as she imagined her man, often a real tiger in the sack, taking her up against a wall, reaming her from behind like a master taking his bitch, his hard member plowing into her wet cunt somewhere where they could caught at any moment.
She also imagined herself as a sexy nurse, who forgot every other part of her uniform but her cross-labeled cap, tending to her 'sick' patient. She'd check inside his mouth with her tongue, use her claws and teeth to draw some of his blood for 'sampling', massage his firm body as to determine his blood pressure, wet his personal 'thermometer' and use her furry rack to take his temperature. Then, if she determined that he was too 'hot' she'd use her personal 'ice-box' to help cool him down.
But, nothing remotely similar had happened to her, in the few months that she'd had a boyfriend. Ever since Chanda started going out with her he hadn't so much asked for anal sex, let alone a quickie in the museum. It was frustrating to say the least.
The train was halfway to it's destination when it happened. Krystal thought she heard something rustling in the luggage area above. She looked up out of curiosity and saw another cloaked figure drop down on her from above. She shrieked and dove forward to get out of the way. But, no one responded or reacted to any of this in any way, even though their video games could not have been that loud.
The figure landed on his feet, whirled towards the arctic-eevelution, and pressed her up against the window. She was about to whip around and attack the jerk with one of her many numerous and powerful Ice attacks, when something closely resembling a knife was pressed against her neck. She froze instantly in some mixture between shock and fear.
"If you fight me or scream..." A gruff voice, she didn't recognize, stated from behind the mask.
"Who the hell are you and what do you want?" The female whispered, hoarsely.
"Who I am is of no consequence. As to what I want," He continued, grabbing her right breast through her top, to her shock and dismay. "That should be fairly obvious at this point."
~
* Present Time *
Which was basically how she'd ended up like this. Krystal wanted nothing more then to have this creep off of her, who was seeing and touching things only her boyfriend had a right to, but she wasn't too interested in dying either. Even if she was able to best this guy she had a feeling that the others on the train would assault her next. They were all wearing the same attire and none had lifted a finger to help her, despite the fact that they had to see what was going on. The train car wasn't that big.
He stuffed his tongue into her quim and she bit back a moan. Even if his attention did feel kind of good, she refused to allow herself to get off on it. She'd be little more then a slut if she did. But, her core refused to listen to her minds argument and she felt herself starting to get wet.
Slowly, but surely.
The bastard had the nerve to chuckle at how he was making her feel, as if driving her up a wall was the funniest thing since Steve Harvey, before biting her clitoris. It was only after she stopped flinching from that sudden and painful attack that she noticed his mouth's organ had moved.
It was now burrowing between her buttocks.
The Glaceon blushed deeply, the red tint clearly visible on the blue fur of her cheeks, as her molesters tongue dug it's way into her tail-hole. Her mild-mannered lover had never paid the slightest attention to her rear entrance before, so, as he was also her first, she'd never had any previous experiences in that category. But, now this total stranger, who was forcing himself on her, was eating out her ass. It confused her. She didn't see what kind of pleasure he could possibly garner from such an act and she was sure he was just in it for himself. So what he was doing was confusing her.
It was also making her hot.
The Ice-types heartbeat sped up as her assailant continued licking around inside her ass; his paw moving her fluffy tail out of the way and stroking it as he worked. This was all a first for her and she was having a hard time believing that such an act could really be that pleasurable. For pleasurable it was. The smooth, slippery muscle in her ass, that was hot from having been in the fire-types mouth, was sending flashes of sensations and surges of pleasure up her spine. She could feel the tight ring of muscles around her hole trying to force the invader out, but he easily slipped past her bodies defenses and probed even deeper into her. She found herself biting back more and more moans as she tried to fight it off and tried not to let her assailant know what he was doing to her.
The man finally dragged his tongue out from between her butt-cheeks and she breathed a sigh of relief.
~ Bloody pervert better not try and kiss me... ~
Her aggressor stood up and pressed against her back, forcing her to bend all the way over with her hands pressed against the window for balance. She was about to protest when she felt what was unmistakeably his stiff prick rubbing against her labia. She gasped in shock again. Not because his member was big, or because the slight pain she was feeling from it rubbing against her icy folds merely confirmed the fact that he was a fire-type, much like her Flareon Boyfriend, but because she'd been so absorbed in his previous act that she'd failed to notice he'd stripped off his clothes.
The Glaceon's rapist was teasing her, rubbing his staff against her vaginal opening and making her wet against her will, She wanted nothing more then to kick the wanker in the crotch, but this was still better then the possible gang-bang she'd most likely be subjected to if she did manage to get him off of her. The others weren't doing anything, yet, but she felt them watching her.
Part of her was hoping that her rapist would take forever, so the others would never get a turn.
After another minute of this Krystal felt him pull away. She didn't have any time to feel relieved though, before her attacker grabbed her right butt-cheek and pulled it to the side. He pressed the head of his tool against her puckered opening and slid into her with one smooth stroke.
She quickly jammed her mouth closed, teeth gritted as tightly as she could, a scream building up and dying in her throat. His rod was lubricated from rolling around in her juices, but her recently plundered tail-hole was extremely tight. His hard member was thrusting in and out of her behind and the heat of it was making her sweat all over again. He held her tightly around the waist as his penis forced entry into her nether-regions with increasingly insane speed and force. The large, burning cock up her rump hurt far worse then she ever imagined it would.
What was worse, was that she'd wanted her boyfriend to do this to her.
She was starting to feel pleasure again, but it was of the burning, numbing variety. But, no tears fell from her eyes. She was stronger then that. But, she was starting to think that this was too much of an interesting sex life. If she did stay with Chanda she doubted she'd be too eager to have him try this.
"Having a good time?" The masked & cloaked guy asked, throatily.
"I'm being anally reamed on a moving train, against my will, by an annoying, armed cloaked guy while his cloaked boyfriends watch. Take a guess." Krystal snapped.
"Well aren't you ill-tempered?" The guy remarked, pressing as deep into her ass as was possible, pulling out, and then thrusting back in as hard as he could. She grunted in pain and discomfort, the sounds of his slightly toned stomach slapping against the flesh of her anus ringing through the train compartment. The Conductor must be having a hell of a good time in another car, as he hadn't bothered to check this one once.
"Well aren't you the rapist?" She countered. "Who wouldn't be 'ill-mannered' if they were subjected to this unwarranted assault? I have a boyfriend! I've never even done things like this with him!"
"Hmm, I suppose. But, you seemed to me like the kind of girl who had a passion for kinkiness. But, if this isn't to your liking..."
She half turned around to ask what on Earth he was on about, when he pulled his cock out of her tight buttocks and deftly thrust into her snatch. She couldn't help herself and a moan escaped her lips, earning her a smug chuckle from her assailant. This guy just kept catching her off guard, showing the kind of sexual drive her boyfriend never had. After all the pressure-filled pain from her anal escapade, the large cock in her clutch just felt too good for words.
"Seems you're enjoying this way a lot more." He replied, casually, to her annoyance.
~ Dammit! He's probably not going to stop until both of us come. And I'm reaching the point where I'm almost mentally and physically exhausted enough that I won't be able to fight it off for much longer. ~
But, she would stay there and take it. Whatever this guy dished out. There was no point in fighting him now and then having to deal with his friends, when she'd already decided to track this punk down later and make him pay. She'd already deduced that he was a fire-type pokemon. He wasn't scaly like a dragon-type, so that left out the Charizard-line. Plus she was sure she'd recognize his gruff voice if she heard it again, just like she was sure that gruff voice meant he'd hit puberty and evolved; which left out
basic pokemon. He was furry and clearly not one of the fire-horses, so maybe a Ninetales or Arcanine? He was dark and broody, so maybe a Houndoom. If she kept paying close attention to everything he did and said she'd be able to figure it out.
He pushed passed the lips of her labia and all the way into her wet love-tunnel. She was silently thankful that she wasn't still a virgin in that regard, so the entry wasn't painful at all. It didn't change the fact that it was still unwanted and that she had little to no desire to climax for this guy. He lifted her leg up, pressing it against her stomach, and she moaned in ashamed pleasure again as he was able to press even deeper into her womanhood. She felt him resting more fully on her back, his belly grinding against her butt as he pistoned steadily into her dripping snatch. His free hand squeezed the breasts hanging out of her top; teasing and twisting her taut nipples and causing several groans of pleasure to escape her gritted teeth.
"You're so tight, my dear. I bet your boyfriend could never give it to you as good as this. He doesn't know what he's missing." The punk murmured in her ear, pinching her nipples and making her flinch.
She refused to answer him, though. As she was doing everything in her mental and physical power to not climax. She refused to grant him that bit of humiliation. Her walls squeezed the member pumping between them, trying to push the intruder out. But, it only served to heighten the unwanted pleasure. She moved one hand from the window to her breast to try to move his hands from her bosom, but his grip on her furry chest proved to be too strong. She tried channeling her icy aura through her southern regions to freeze his desire, but his heat was too powerful.
The sensations were becoming too much. His strong hand clutching her firm breasts. His hot tongue drawing a path on her neck. His slightly toned arm holding her smooth leg against her taut stomach. His fit belly against her furry ass-cheeks. Not to mention his stiff, heated pole pumping in and out of her personal ice-box. Her senses overloaded and she threw back her head; her dreadlocks whipping him in the face as Krystal came with a cry. Her climax triggered his own and he thrust his cock between her nether-lips once more, drawing her back against him, and held his staff within her as he emptied his nuts of his seed. The Glaceon Female felt his bastard seed flooding her tunnel and was thankful that she was on the human pill.
3 moments later......2 moments later......A moment later.....
He released his hold on her chest and leg and pulled himself out of her for the second time. She waited a few moments, wanting to be sure it was really and truly over this time. Then she whipped around to face him.
And froze.
A Flareon was standing, sheepishly, in the place where her rapist just was. One she knew quite well.
The other people were removing their cloaks and masks now, revealing themselves to all be evolutions of Eevee. Jolteon. The Flareon in front of her. Vaporeon. The Leafoen from the snack bar. As well as an Umbreon and an Espeon.
They were all applauding the two, as if they were actors who had just finished the final scene in Romeo and Juliet.
Krystal, a surprised and ticked Glaceon female, glared at her boyfriend, asking for an explanation.
"I...um..kinda knew you were planning to break up with me because I suck in bed. The others convinced me to do this, as a way to show you that I can be outgoing and kinky. If you're willing to give me another chance and forgive me for this."
The Glaceon turned her gaze on the Leafeon female. She noticed that they had the same eyes. Apparently her Sister had evolved and 'forgot' to mention that fact.
"What he said, Sis. We couldn't let the two of you fall apart just like that. We knew that you both really loved each other deep down inside, so we had to find a way to help. However, Mystery Movie and unorthodox it was."
The rest of them said pretty much the same thing.
"Quick question," The Glaceon asked of them all. "How many of you have ever had anal sex before?"
The Eon group looked at each other, confused, then they all shook their heads no.
"Good. Because after the party i'm going to show each and every one of you EXACTLY how it feels to have something large and hard shoved up your ass!!!"
The rest of the group, especially the Flareon, eeped at this. Chanda opened his mouth to speak.
"Don't even!" She said. "If you want me to forgive you then shut up and take me!" She exclaimed, impaling herself on his cock again.
Needless to say, their sex-life from then on was as interesting as getting raped on a train.
It wasn't very small.
He'd finished undoing her top, exposing her cleavage. The guy then slipped his hand inside her blouse; running it teasingly along her right breast. He firmly cupped the soft mound, running his thumb over the nipples that were hardening involuntarily. Krystal was mentally cursing herself for her previous decision to not wear a bra, as it just made it that much easier for this jerk to molest her. The male chuckled at her obvious discomfort, running his hot tongue across the back of her neck, as her boyfriend never had. She grunted in disgust, but gasped, quietly, when he slid his hand back out of her blouse, slipped both of them under her navy skirt, grabbed her cotton panties by the sides, and began to sensually drag them down her legs.
~ Gods, how did it come to this? ~ She thought to herself. ~ Getting raped on a moving train, in a crowded car, with no one apparently noticing a damn thing! ~
~
* 15 minutes earlier *
Krystal checked the watch on her right wrist. It was 2:35. In another 10 minutes it would be time for her to change trains. She was currently on the Hoenn Express on her way to a party that some family and friends were attending. It was pretty far out and she would need to catch the Johto express before it left at 2:50.
~ I hope this party cheers me up. ~ The ice-type thought to herself. ~ Because right now, I just don't know what to do. ~
Her concentration was broken by a sudden ringing from her skirt pocket.
~ Feh. Probably Destiny calling to make sure I'm coming. ~ The arctic eon thought, shaking her head. She reached in her pocket and pulled out her Razor. A quick check confirmed her suspicions. She laughed and pressed the talk button.
"Hi, Destiny Child. What you need?" The Ice-evolution asked.
"Hey, Girl-friend! Where you at?" Destiny, her Eevee Twin Sister responded.
"Sis, I'm going to the party. I'm on the Hoenn Express and will be transferring in about 8 minutes. You've been calling me for the past 3 days asking if I was going to this thing and what time my train came. I was half expecting you to show up here and ride with me or something."
"Sorry Krys, but I ended up taking an earlier train. I'm actually at the station right now and we may run into each other when we're catching our rides."
"Well, that's something at least." Kyrs sighed.
"....All right, Home-Skillet Biscuit, spill!"
"Spill what, Dest, what are you talking about?" Krystal asked, confused.
"Girl, you know exactly what I'm talking about. Every time I've called you, for the past 3 days now, you've sounded like your puppy died or something. What is it that's got you all depressed?"
"Hahaha..." Krystal chuckled, weakly. "You trippin. I'm just fi-"
"Girl, don't even go there, or I won't talk to you again for a month. I know something's wrong, it's obvious to me and everyone else, and I want to know what it is! Spill."
The Glaceon fem sighed, knowing she was defeated. Destiny's threat was no idle one, as she'd done that very thing a few years back after finding out that she'd gone to a concert, featuring Destiny's favorite band, while the Eevee had been sick in bed. That had been a pretty depressing month, so she was hardly eager to repeat it.
"Okay, okay. Put the knife down and step away from my back. It's Han."
"Han? Oh, you mean your boyfriend, Chanda."
"You know full well he prefers Han. He hates that his name can be a guys or a girls."
"Yeah, yeah, Crys, but what about him?"
"He's.....not so good.....in bed."
"Oh snap, Sis, you got a one-minute man?!"
"NO!! I mean, it's not like that. Look, he's a really sweet guy and I can tell that he cares for me. Maybe even loves me. But, he's pretty shy and not exactly what one would call straight-forward. Whenever we...you know, get frisky, I'm always the one to initiate it. He's never once done anything like drag me to the bedroom, throw me on the mattress, and ravish me. Every time we do something it's a real chore to get him to touch me, though there's no doubt he likes what he sees....."
"Oh I see, it's like that then. He's the kind of fellow who can talk the talk around his friends, but when he gets the chance he can't walk the walk. A look-but-don't-touch kind of person."
"More or less, yeah. And, as much as I like him and enjoy being around him I can't take much more of this. Things are getting kind of stale, with me making all the decisions in the bedroom and being a lot more out-going around others. If this keeps up I'm afraid I might have to leave him and try again."
"Damn Girl! It's like that?" The Eevee on the cell asked.
"It might have to be." The Glaceon sighed. "It is too much to ask for a little excitement in my life or for my sex life to be interesting?"
"I don't truly know girlfriend, but think about it some more before you do. He sounds okay to me. And be careful what you wish for. I gotta go now, it's finally my turn in this near endless snack line. But, I'll see you later, alright?"
"It's cool, Destiny. I'll catch you later." Krystal replied, hanging up the phone.
~
* Present time *
~ Interesting sex life indeed. ~ Krystal muttered to herself, as the guy behind her made the sexy eevelution lift her legs and step out of her panties. ~ This was not at all what I had in mind. ~ She then heard the sound of something being unzipped and tensed. Then she thought about it and frowned. She could feel that the man was directly behind her and she was sure that the sound had come from her right. She sensed the guy kneeling down and fumbling between her legs. Then she heard the zipping sound again.
~ Great. If I had to guess, I'd bet this pervert just stole my panties. ~
The male was still kneeling behind her. The arctic kitty was just wondering what his next move was when she felt, rather then heard, him sniff her. He brought his nose close to her and took a deep sniff; something her boyfriend had never done before. Hot air flowed past her taut buttocks and into his nose as he inhaled, making her shiver.
But, with revulsion or something else she was no longer sure.
She gasped as her assailant flipped her skirt all the way up, exposing her backside to the car, buried his nose between her cheeks and licked at her folds. His tongue was rough and hot, which led her to believe he might be a fire-type. Wonderful, so now the perv had type-advantage on her too. Life just wasn't fair sometimes. He lapped at her frozen flower again, his professional food taster running against her, previously hidden, clit. The icy fem had a warm tongue stroking her vulva and a cold nose pressing into her posterior, almost far enough for him to smell what she had for breakfast. The sensations she was feeling were unwanted, but she couldn't deny that her traitorous body was starting to find them pleasurable.
~ Wait! If he has his face buried in my ass then he can't see what I'm doing. I could slowly reach for my phone and speed dial someone for help. Or I could try kicking him away from me. I could whip around right now, while he's distracted, an- ~
Her thoughts were interrupted when her assailant pressed his metal weapon against her stomach. His silent message rang out clear and she sighed, and deigned herself to being a good little girl. It was better then getting seriously hurt or killed.
~ I never saw my sister at the station or in this car when I boarded. She must be in another car, which sucks. She would have helped me. ~
~
* 5 minutes earlier *
She couldn't find Destiny anywhere.
There was only one Eevee present in the station, including the restrooms and snack bar, but it wasn't her Destiny. She saw a couple of Machamp Security Guards, looking for good excuses to show off their muscles to the ladies. She noted a Charmeloen by the vending machine, trying to shake his package of Lava Cookies loose. There was a Golduck eating a Rage Candy Bar, a Leafeon eating some Nacho's, and a Medicham telling the fortune of a couple of Pichu's.
But, no sister.
Krystal just shook her head and boarded the train that was leaving in a few more minutes, flashing her ticket to the Probopass Conductor. Her twin must already be in one of the cars, probably looking for her. She went ahead and climbed the carpeted, metal steps and headed into the car on the left which was the only car that wasn't full.
Besides her there were only about 7 other people in the car. She didn't recognize any of them. Which is to say the Glaceon Female COULDN'T recognize any of them. They were all wearing extravagant masks and long cloaks. It was as if the entire group was on it's way to a Costume Party and it was like something out of one of those old whodunnit movies.
It was actually a little spooky.
She was sure they were all staring at her, but they weren't saying anything. While they were in those cloaks, she couldn't even tell if they were chicks or dudes. There was a noise behind her and another cloaked figure entered the compartment. The person took the second to last available space in the car. Then they turned and looked right at Krystal.
That was it. At this point in time, Krystal decided to take her chances with another car or, if necessary, another train all together. But, when she turned around, with the intention of getting to the door, the train started moving.
Swiftly moving, that is.
The trains between the regions were known for being so fast that it felt as but a few moments had passed before you reached your destination. The train would only stop for emergencies, or if it reached it's pre-determined destination, and trying to jump off now would be suicidal lest you were a ghost or steel-type.
She was stuck.
Of course she was possibly just being paranoid. The creeps in masks were probably just getting their rocks off by trying to scare her. Well, fuck them then. She was stronger then that. She made her way to the only spot left to peacefully stand, the far left corner complete with window, with her head held high and ignoring the still silent occupants.
She was turned, half towards the other occupants of the car, who were now reading and playing hand-held games, and half towards the window, watching the vivid scenery of the region go by. The people and buildings were mere blurs and time soon became meaningless, as she stood there waiting for the train to carry her to the next phase of her life.
Was she really going to leave her boyfriend? Sure the sex was dull and uninteresting, with her doing all the work and taking nearly forever for the arctic-eon to reach her climax. He was a funny guy and was liked in their circle of friends, but really. When she'd imagined having a boyfriend she'd just assumed that a decent level of intimacy would be a part of the package. She always blushed as she imagined her man, often a real tiger in the sack, taking her up against a wall, reaming her from behind like a master taking his bitch, his hard member plowing into her wet cunt somewhere where they could caught at any moment.
She also imagined herself as a sexy nurse, who forgot every other part of her uniform but her cross-labeled cap, tending to her 'sick' patient. She'd check inside his mouth with her tongue, use her claws and teeth to draw some of his blood for 'sampling', massage his firm body as to determine his blood pressure, wet his personal 'thermometer' and use her furry rack to take his temperature. Then, if she determined that he was too 'hot' she'd use her personal 'ice-box' to help cool him down.
But, nothing remotely similar had happened to her, in the few months that she'd had a boyfriend. Ever since Chanda started going out with her he hadn't so much asked for anal sex, let alone a quickie in the museum. It was frustrating to say the least.
The train was halfway to it's destination when it happened. Krystal thought she heard something rustling in the luggage area above. She looked up out of curiosity and saw another cloaked figure drop down on her from above. She shrieked and dove forward to get out of the way. But, no one responded or reacted to any of this in any way, even though their video games could not have been that loud.
The figure landed on his feet, whirled towards the arctic-eevelution, and pressed her up against the window. She was about to whip around and attack the jerk with one of her many numerous and powerful Ice attacks, when something closely resembling a knife was pressed against her neck. She froze instantly in some mixture between shock and fear.
"If you fight me or scream..." A gruff voice, she didn't recognize, stated from behind the mask.
"Who the hell are you and what do you want?" The female whispered, hoarsely.
"Who I am is of no consequence. As to what I want," He continued, grabbing her right breast through her top, to her shock and dismay. "That should be fairly obvious at this point."
~
* Present Time *
Which was basically how she'd ended up like this. Krystal wanted nothing more then to have this creep off of her, who was seeing and touching things only her boyfriend had a right to, but she wasn't too interested in dying either. Even if she was able to best this guy she had a feeling that the others on the train would assault her next. They were all wearing the same attire and none had lifted a finger to help her, despite the fact that they had to see what was going on. The train car wasn't that big.
He stuffed his tongue into her quim and she bit back a moan. Even if his attention did feel kind of good, she refused to allow herself to get off on it. She'd be little more then a slut if she did. But, her core refused to listen to her minds argument and she felt herself starting to get wet.
Slowly, but surely.
The bastard had the nerve to chuckle at how he was making her feel, as if driving her up a wall was the funniest thing since Steve Harvey, before biting her clitoris. It was only after she stopped flinching from that sudden and painful attack that she noticed his mouth's organ had moved.
It was now burrowing between her buttocks.
The Glaceon blushed deeply, the red tint clearly visible on the blue fur of her cheeks, as her molesters tongue dug it's way into her tail-hole. Her mild-mannered lover had never paid the slightest attention to her rear entrance before, so, as he was also her first, she'd never had any previous experiences in that category. But, now this total stranger, who was forcing himself on her, was eating out her ass. It confused her. She didn't see what kind of pleasure he could possibly garner from such an act and she was sure he was just in it for himself. So what he was doing was confusing her.
It was also making her hot.
The Ice-types heartbeat sped up as her assailant continued licking around inside her ass; his paw moving her fluffy tail out of the way and stroking it as he worked. This was all a first for her and she was having a hard time believing that such an act could really be that pleasurable. For pleasurable it was. The smooth, slippery muscle in her ass, that was hot from having been in the fire-types mouth, was sending flashes of sensations and surges of pleasure up her spine. She could feel the tight ring of muscles around her hole trying to force the invader out, but he easily slipped past her bodies defenses and probed even deeper into her. She found herself biting back more and more moans as she tried to fight it off and tried not to let her assailant know what he was doing to her.
The man finally dragged his tongue out from between her butt-cheeks and she breathed a sigh of relief.
~ Bloody pervert better not try and kiss me... ~
Her aggressor stood up and pressed against her back, forcing her to bend all the way over with her hands pressed against the window for balance. She was about to protest when she felt what was unmistakeably his stiff prick rubbing against her labia. She gasped in shock again. Not because his member was big, or because the slight pain she was feeling from it rubbing against her icy folds merely confirmed the fact that he was a fire-type, much like her Flareon Boyfriend, but because she'd been so absorbed in his previous act that she'd failed to notice he'd stripped off his clothes.
The Glaceon's rapist was teasing her, rubbing his staff against her vaginal opening and making her wet against her will, She wanted nothing more then to kick the wanker in the crotch, but this was still better then the possible gang-bang she'd most likely be subjected to if she did manage to get him off of her. The others weren't doing anything, yet, but she felt them watching her.
Part of her was hoping that her rapist would take forever, so the others would never get a turn.
After another minute of this Krystal felt him pull away. She didn't have any time to feel relieved though, before her attacker grabbed her right butt-cheek and pulled it to the side. He pressed the head of his tool against her puckered opening and slid into her with one smooth stroke.
She quickly jammed her mouth closed, teeth gritted as tightly as she could, a scream building up and dying in her throat. His rod was lubricated from rolling around in her juices, but her recently plundered tail-hole was extremely tight. His hard member was thrusting in and out of her behind and the heat of it was making her sweat all over again. He held her tightly around the waist as his penis forced entry into her nether-regions with increasingly insane speed and force. The large, burning cock up her rump hurt far worse then she ever imagined it would.
What was worse, was that she'd wanted her boyfriend to do this to her.
She was starting to feel pleasure again, but it was of the burning, numbing variety. But, no tears fell from her eyes. She was stronger then that. But, she was starting to think that this was too much of an interesting sex life. If she did stay with Chanda she doubted she'd be too eager to have him try this.
"Having a good time?" The masked & cloaked guy asked, throatily.
"I'm being anally reamed on a moving train, against my will, by an annoying, armed cloaked guy while his cloaked boyfriends watch. Take a guess." Krystal snapped.
"Well aren't you ill-tempered?" The guy remarked, pressing as deep into her ass as was possible, pulling out, and then thrusting back in as hard as he could. She grunted in pain and discomfort, the sounds of his slightly toned stomach slapping against the flesh of her anus ringing through the train compartment. The Conductor must be having a hell of a good time in another car, as he hadn't bothered to check this one once.
"Well aren't you the rapist?" She countered. "Who wouldn't be 'ill-mannered' if they were subjected to this unwarranted assault? I have a boyfriend! I've never even done things like this with him!"
"Hmm, I suppose. But, you seemed to me like the kind of girl who had a passion for kinkiness. But, if this isn't to your liking..."
She half turned around to ask what on Earth he was on about, when he pulled his cock out of her tight buttocks and deftly thrust into her snatch. She couldn't help herself and a moan escaped her lips, earning her a smug chuckle from her assailant. This guy just kept catching her off guard, showing the kind of sexual drive her boyfriend never had. After all the pressure-filled pain from her anal escapade, the large cock in her clutch just felt too good for words.
"Seems you're enjoying this way a lot more." He replied, casually, to her annoyance.
~ Dammit! He's probably not going to stop until both of us come. And I'm reaching the point where I'm almost mentally and physically exhausted enough that I won't be able to fight it off for much longer. ~
But, she would stay there and take it. Whatever this guy dished out. There was no point in fighting him now and then having to deal with his friends, when she'd already decided to track this punk down later and make him pay. She'd already deduced that he was a fire-type pokemon. He wasn't scaly like a dragon-type, so that left out the Charizard-line. Plus she was sure she'd recognize his gruff voice if she heard it again, just like she was sure that gruff voice meant he'd hit puberty and evolved; which left out
basic pokemon. He was furry and clearly not one of the fire-horses, so maybe a Ninetales or Arcanine? He was dark and broody, so maybe a Houndoom. If she kept paying close attention to everything he did and said she'd be able to figure it out.
He pushed passed the lips of her labia and all the way into her wet love-tunnel. She was silently thankful that she wasn't still a virgin in that regard, so the entry wasn't painful at all. It didn't change the fact that it was still unwanted and that she had little to no desire to climax for this guy. He lifted her leg up, pressing it against her stomach, and she moaned in ashamed pleasure again as he was able to press even deeper into her womanhood. She felt him resting more fully on her back, his belly grinding against her butt as he pistoned steadily into her dripping snatch. His free hand squeezed the breasts hanging out of her top; teasing and twisting her taut nipples and causing several groans of pleasure to escape her gritted teeth.
"You're so tight, my dear. I bet your boyfriend could never give it to you as good as this. He doesn't know what he's missing." The punk murmured in her ear, pinching her nipples and making her flinch.
She refused to answer him, though. As she was doing everything in her mental and physical power to not climax. She refused to grant him that bit of humiliation. Her walls squeezed the member pumping between them, trying to push the intruder out. But, it only served to heighten the unwanted pleasure. She moved one hand from the window to her breast to try to move his hands from her bosom, but his grip on her furry chest proved to be too strong. She tried channeling her icy aura through her southern regions to freeze his desire, but his heat was too powerful.
The sensations were becoming too much. His strong hand clutching her firm breasts. His hot tongue drawing a path on her neck. His slightly toned arm holding her smooth leg against her taut stomach. His fit belly against her furry ass-cheeks. Not to mention his stiff, heated pole pumping in and out of her personal ice-box. Her senses overloaded and she threw back her head; her dreadlocks whipping him in the face as Krystal came with a cry. Her climax triggered his own and he thrust his cock between her nether-lips once more, drawing her back against him, and held his staff within her as he emptied his nuts of his seed. The Glaceon Female felt his bastard seed flooding her tunnel and was thankful that she was on the human pill.
3 moments later......2 moments later......A moment later.....
He released his hold on her chest and leg and pulled himself out of her for the second time. She waited a few moments, wanting to be sure it was really and truly over this time. Then she whipped around to face him.
And froze.
A Flareon was standing, sheepishly, in the place where her rapist just was. One she knew quite well.
The other people were removing their cloaks and masks now, revealing themselves to all be evolutions of Eevee. Jolteon. The Flareon in front of her. Vaporeon. The Leafoen from the snack bar. As well as an Umbreon and an Espeon.
They were all applauding the two, as if they were actors who had just finished the final scene in Romeo and Juliet.
Krystal, a surprised and ticked Glaceon female, glared at her boyfriend, asking for an explanation.
"I...um..kinda knew you were planning to break up with me because I suck in bed. The others convinced me to do this, as a way to show you that I can be outgoing and kinky. If you're willing to give me another chance and forgive me for this."
The Glaceon turned her gaze on the Leafeon female. She noticed that they had the same eyes. Apparently her Sister had evolved and 'forgot' to mention that fact.
"What he said, Sis. We couldn't let the two of you fall apart just like that. We knew that you both really loved each other deep down inside, so we had to find a way to help. However, Mystery Movie and unorthodox it was."
The rest of them said pretty much the same thing.
"Quick question," The Glaceon asked of them all. "How many of you have ever had anal sex before?"
The Eon group looked at each other, confused, then they all shook their heads no.
"Good. Because after the party i'm going to show each and every one of you EXACTLY how it feels to have something large and hard shoved up your ass!!!"
The rest of the group, especially the Flareon, eeped at this. Chanda opened his mouth to speak.
"Don't even!" She said. "If you want me to forgive you then shut up and take me!" She exclaimed, impaling herself on his cock again.
Needless to say, their sex-life from then on was as interesting as getting raped on a train.