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King stomped through the forest, a proud, dark grin painted across his face as he looked this way and that. Most everywhere he went, the forest was either empty or quiet, in fearful respect of the one that had taken control of it. His rise to power, from his evolution into a Nidoking was slow, but from the very night he decided that he wanted to be more than a mere pokemon or slave to some child, it was certain. Everything he had done since his evolution paved a darkened path to royalty, and there wasn't a single night he didn't relive any of those monumental moments that got him where he was.

Physically, he wasn't too different from any of Team Rocket's latest subjects. Each of them were powerful pokemon raised from birth with altered genetics giving them an uncanny ability to transform into much more aggressive, powerful versions of themselves. That alone made them overwhelmingly strong compared to their counterparts. Mentally, however, King was far more different than anyone could expect.

Some of Rocket's pokemon wished for freedom, others wished for strength-- King, on the other hand, wished for control. From his evolution he knew that he was destined for greatness. He knew the others were satisfied scrounging around for their human's approval in the organization, being chastised every other day for weakness. The day he left was one of his favorites to revisit in his dreams. He felt bigger as his trainer pleaded and begged, he felt stronger in the sight of the cameras, bursting into laughter as he came inside his trainer and specked her body with his dominance. She knew what he wanted before they were finished, and unwillingly obliged, licking every inch of his cock clean before he took his permanent leave from the organization.

King stopped in the midst of his stroll, looking up to the sky with an even wider grin than before. It was only afterward that his dreams came to fruition and he had an entire forest of wild pokemon serving him. Whether it was fear or respect, he never entirely knew or cared. The only thing that mattered was that he was king.

His stroll down memory lane took him to the edge of the forest, where he stood wearing much less of a grin than before. Out there, the plains and the mountains was all of the land he didn't own, where pokemon fled from his rule, to a place far less forgiving and plentiful with fresh food and water. The mere idea of his subjects getting away was enough to bring his blood to boil, but not for long. They always returned to kneel before him, amongst other things. A smirk began to pull at the sides of his lips again.

"Hey." Amidst the daydreams came a voice, both it and the accompanying scent were far too familiar, but he didn't turn to face it. Somehow, he missed the gazes of his subjects as he ambled through the forest, all of those luscious females that were all his for the taking. His face didn't turn bitter, however. "I know you can hear me with those big ass ears of yours."

"Persian." King turned to face his old partner with a lick of his lips as she stepped forward to meet him, but curiously stopped before getting too close. Her fur was the typical cream color, though far better groomed than most other pokemon and her eyes were a deep crimson, filled with a peculiar mix of hatred and intent. The most notable piece of her figure, however, was a pitch-black leathery band near the shoulder of her upper right leg, a blood red "R" was stitched into it.

She was a Rocket member, but far unlike the others. Persian was strong-willed and as powerful as a simple Persian could be without the help of Rocket's transformation. She had a mind of her own and disapproved of the organization more than anything, but King's leave was her chance to get back at them. A double-agent, Persian had a mind unlike anything King had ever noted before in another pokemon.

"Don't look at me like that." She narrowed her eyes viciously, but didn't dare take another step toward him. "I've got news for you, it's about Team Rocket."

King looked her body over, feeling his mind rile and claws curl. He could almost feel her fur in his palms and ghostly screams echoed in his mind. "Very well. Speak."

Persian's eyes narrowed and she snapped. "Do not_talk to me like I'm one of your mindless servants in this filthy speck of greenery you call a kingdom. You may be delusional, but I am _far from one of your imaginary puppets."

King's chest tightened and he balled a fist at his side. Persian noticed immediately and began to tense up herself. He was far stronger than she was, but her speed was nearly unmatched amongst the ranks of Team Rocket. She knew better than to fight him head on, as a single grab would have been her end. After a long while, King forced his fist to unball and his expression to lighten before chuckling.

"Very well..." He closed his eyes and thought to himself. Persian dropped her guard, unaware that the only thing flowing through his mind were the things he'd do to her the moment he got ahold of her...but for that, he'd need to guard down and her body in reach. "We can speak in my cave then. It's not far from here and none of the others will hear."

Persian narrowed her eyes once more in suspicion, then King began to walk forward. She quickly stepped aside, waiting until he was a distance away before warily following.

"If you can be discreet, then feel free to mention them out here, but anything important, we can speak of in private. You might not care, but I'd prefer not causing a panic." He didn't turn to face her, but couldn't help smirking at the sound of her gaining on him. From the sound of it, she was just outside of reach with his tail, and if she were smart she'd be watching his every move.

"Alright..." Persian picked up the pace once more with a slight groan, nearly at his side. She looked over to him and he looked back, deeply watching her eyes. "They are looking for you, much more frantically after what you did to our reconnaissance leader."

"Who?" King faced forward again.

"The sandslash, the one with red quills."

King chuckled. "Ah! Good times" He patted his belly.

"Disgusting." Persian snorted, noting the wild pokemon scrambling from their paths from afar as she and King neared his cave. It was a great deal larger than she expected, and for a pokemon-sculpted structure, it was rather ornate. If nothing else, the handiwork, which included a wooden door, a knocker, and a makeshift knob, wasn't all King's.

"How's she doing these days?" King stopped at the door, whipping his tail about to open it, using a surprisingly low amount of strength for how powerful his tail could be. "I'd imagine she doesn't like having her head in the dirt as much as she used to."

Persian snarled, glaring at King as hard as she could, wishing that stares could kill. "Silence! She doesn't even go on recon missions anymore, and it's your fault! The trainers have done everything, she wouldn't dig a hole even if her life depended on it!"

"I almost find that hard to believe. She spent a full weekend mostly underground. She was just fine until I started trying anal."

"You son of a bitch...!" Persian's glare contrasted King's wide grin. She knew he was trying to bait her, despite it, she was falling for it. "She wasn't trying to fight you!"

"I know she wasn't...at least not until I was balls deep inside her ass." He winked and Persian snapped, taking to the air with her claws outstretched. Just when she had realized what she had done, King's tail was already in motion. He turned to the side and only a moment later he had her held up by his tail. She gagged and sank her claws into his tail, but he didn't even flinch.

He shook her about by her neck, bringing her close and taking her neck with his claws. Her claws slipped from his tough exterior and she looked into his eyes, shaken, but filled with hate. Any normal Nidoking would have dropped her, bleeding, but not one of rocket's subjects. Of course not.

"Gotcha, you little bitch!" He held her up in one hand and used the other to grip her left thigh. She gasped and raked her claws across his arm, reaching out and clawing for his face, but to no avail. He shoved her body against the doorway and stepped close against her, keeping her lower legs spread with his claws and tail. She pushed against him with her front paws, but his advance didn't slow down until he was looking deep into her eyes. "I've been waiting to do this for a very long time!"

Persian opened her mouth to speak, and just as she did King's lips pressed against hers. She attempted to turn her head, but he kept it in place, stepping between her lower legs and pinning her body with his own, He grabbed her head and kept it steady as he forced a deep kiss on her, stuffing his tongue into her mouth, jabbing her own and teasing her as he ran them over her sharp teeth. Her eyes began to roll backward as he approached her throat, saliva trickling down the side of her face as he growled softly, squeezing her thigh tight and groping her side. Suddenly, he pulled back, leaving her to pant hard, coughing their glistening saliva onto his chest.

"B-Bastard!" She forced herself to blink, clearing away a minor blur that he put upon her. "Get...! Get off of me!"

"That is not how you beg to your king!" He ripped her back from the doorway with a boisterous laughter, shaking her around like a ragdoll before dragging her behind him. He slammed the door shut with his tail and locked it in a similar motion.

The cave was far bigger than it looked outside, and its innards were filled with stolen goodies. A table and some chairs, camping equipment, candles, an actual couch and similar items decorated the place. Persian could tell that most of it belonged to Team Rocket, but it no longer smelled of the organization.

"I'll...!" She gagged for a moment. "Never beg to you!" She turned her head to the side, twisted and turned this way and that until she felt her body leave his grip. One moment she was being thrown onto the couch, the next she was pinned down by her neck, looking up into his eyes. "Now...! Release me at o-"

Before she could finish, King jammed a pair of claws into her mouth. She bit down as hard as she could, but he wouldn't stop smirking. The moment she opened her mouth to give him an even harder bite he pushed deeper until he was nearly touching the back of her throat. Once more, she began to choke, attempting to turn her head, but he didn't slow or stop. When he pulled his claws back they disappeared as her breath returned. He stuffed them between her thighs, forcing her lips apart as he pierced her body.

Persian screamed out, mostly surprised, then pained. She began to gather her thoughts, then another scent began to fill the air and King began to work his claws.

"Silence!" He chuckled darkly, rumbling the couch beneath her, his chest tightened in excitement and his tongue hanging out of his opened mouth. "I've been waiting to do this for as long as I can remember, and you're going to help me enjoy it, whether you like it...!" Somehow, he got more rough. "Or not!"

She fidgeted beneath him in utter disdain, whipping about her tail and clawing whatever she could as hard as she could. Her body unwillingly clenched about his claws, but when he pulled them out an awkward, dirty feeling of something missing left her mind in tatters. Exhausted from the mere struggle alone she forced her body to relax as King licked his claws clean, then he repositioned himself.

"Now...beg! Tell me how badly you want this!" King leaned forward, and as he did his thick cock fell between her legs. He throbbed hard against her, precum bubbled at the tip of his tapered cock and dripped onto her fur. Her face twisted into disgust, then something else before she took a breath and spat in his face.

"I'll never beg to you!"

King wiped his face and grinned even wider--He loved it when they struggled. His first move was as fluid as a wave and twice as powerful. His ears rang and his heart jumped with joy as she screamed, and her legs attempted to close him away from her. He pushed deeper and harder, grunting before bursting out into laughter as she fought back. Her struggled began to wane the deeper he got, splitting her apart before suddenly pulling back. She managed less than half of a breath before he thrust forward.

She screamed another earsplitting scream, but the only thing King could hear was the cheer of a crowd as he put on a show for he and only himself. She turned her head this way and that as he fucked her into the couch, one hand on her neck and the other on her chest.

"That's it...!" He leaned forward as she continued to claw at his exterior. Each thrust was harder and faster than the last. Her body lubricated his cock, clenching and stroking him against her own will. "Beg for my cum!"

She gasped breathlessly, her eyes rolled backward until finally he came, the couch and their surroundings trembled with his boisterous roar. It had quickly become the loudest, and most terrifying thing she'd ever heard next to the sound of her own racing heart as her blood rushed through her ears. Thick, sticky white pumped into her snatch, each time he throbbed he came more and thrust even harder. "That's right...!"He panted hard, finally pulling back and grabbing the length of his monstrous cock. "I know you wanted this, you little cocksock!" He shot a few more spurts in messy display, a deal of it decorated her belly and chest, some on her thighs and some on her face. Afterward he sighed, but continued to throb, undeterred from his original quest.

Persian laid still for a moment, gasping for breath and blinking hard until her eyes finally faced King. Afterward she went still again. "You're...a monster..."

King chuckled, reaching forward and lifting up Persian by her sides, he pulled her from the bed and stepped over to an empty wall. He planted her back against it. He took her lower back with a claw and spread her right leg with the other, pressing his cock to her slit again before forcing himself forward. "Gragh...!" His growl trembled the floor beneath him as he licked his lips. "Now then...! I've given you what you wanted...now it's _your_turn to deliver!"

Persian's eyes began to water as she forced her paws against his snout and his chest. Her legs ached, and she'd never felt more humiliated in her life, but she continued to resist. Her sore throat wouldn't open to scream, but she felt the pain all the same. Despite it, she looked away.

King smirked again, leaning forward and opening his maw wide. He caught her attention, her eyes wide in fear, then he bit down on her shoulder, injecting poison into her body before pulling back, leaving the wound purple as his poison rolled down the sides of his mouth. She screamed again and her heart galloped. She could already feel her shoulder growing numb and the feeling slowly began to spread as King continued to pound her against the wall.

"You_will_ beg for your king!"

Persian gasped loud, tears streaming from her eyes, all of the feeling in her body beginning to fade away. King's throbbing cock quickly became the only thing in her body she could feel, and the shame and humiliation was the only thing running through her mind as she looked up into King's eyes.

"P-Please..." She shook her head this way and that, straining to do so. The poison had spread to far and too far. Her mind going hazy and her vision slowly blurring. "Please, I..." She halted with each of King's hard thrusts, they were coming far more consistently than before. "I beg of you..."

Somehow, King was wearing an even wider smile than before. "Go on!"

"Mercy!" She screamed with the remainder of her breath, before mouthing a few words. I beg you, mercy.

Once more, King came, this time, stifling his roar into a loud growl, cumming deep inside of her as her blinks became slower and everything started to go dark around her. King let her down to the floor midorgasm, deciding to drop her the last foot or so. She grunted, everything getting darker and darker as King stood over her, finishing up on her face. He knelt down afterward, whispering into her ear as she did her best to stay conscious, focusing on the distance in the next room.

"Enjoy your mercy...while it lasts."

Just before everything went entirely black for Persian she took a short breath, then in the distance she could see a figure that stood out with unique color-- a Sandslash with red quills.