Shadowy Assault.
Even Mythical Pokemon need to get off sometimes...
Marshadow was curious as to who this new pokemon was. It was very rabbit-like with one ear curled downwards. The pokemon had brown fur and white fluffs. Marshadow had never seen a pokemon like this before in Alola. He was curious. He was also very, very horny. Being a mythical pokemon had some disadvantages. Major ones. He could tell that this pokemon was female.... But he could also tell she was only a cub. Well... You get what you get. Marshadow rose out of the Pokemon's shadow, revealing himself into the world.
"Hi." He said softly. The pokemon nearly jumped out of her fur, letting out a shrill squeak. She stared at Marshadow, shaking. "What's your name?"
"H-huh?" The pokemon squeaked.
"What's your name." He repeated, just as softly. "My name's Marshadow." She calmed down, thinking that he didn't intend to harm her.
"O-oh! My name's Buneary!" The little cub answered gleefully.
"You're not from here are you, little Buneary? I've never seen your kind here before." It seemed that Marshadow could only speak in a soft voice.
"My trainer brought me all the way from the Sinnoh region!" Buneary responded.
"Oh, really? Is Sinnoh nice?"
"Yeah! It's really cool! Kinda cold though..."
"Oh, really now? Well, it's really warm here on Akala Island."
"Yeah! It's super warm here!" The Buneary cub squeaked.
"Where's your trainer anyway?" Marshadow whispered. Buneary looked around, curious.
"...I don't know..."
"Oh... Really now?"
"Uhmmm... I think I'm lost..." Marshadow let out a small smile, stepping uncomfortably close to the cub. Buneary fidgeted.
"Do you want to hear a secret little girl?" Marshadow whispered.
"Huh? Oh... Okay..."
"I'm quite lonely..."
"Oh... really? Why are you lonely?"
"I really don't like to show myself quite often.... I only appeared to you because I was curious about you. Will you keep me company little Buneary?"
"Oh, uh... I'm sorry Mr. Marshadow, but I really need to find my trainer....."
"Oh.... That's much too bad but... I can't let you leave little one."
"H-huh?" He force palmed her in the chest, sending her flying into a tree. Marshadow smiled as he saw her crackle with paralysis, telling him that force palm's secondary effect had kicked in. He moved up to her silently, grabbing the cub's head and moving it closer to his crotch. Buneary tried to struggle, but the paralysis held her in place. She whined.
"Don't worry, I won't hurt you... much..." Marshadow whispered, his small cock unsheathing itself. With her under paralysis, he was able to shove his full length in with ease. He grunted, feeling how hot her mouth was. Tears silently rolled down her cheeks as Marshadow started to thrust. It had been so long that he had a good lay. About a thousand years really. A nice, tight Bounsweet. Now, this little Buneary would have to do. He gripped the fur on her head, thrusting into her hot, wet mouth. She could not struggle even a little with her paralysis, only let the tears flow silently down her cheeks as Marshadow violated the young cub. He began to speed up his thrusts, feeling the inevitable peak. Seconds later, he slammed his full length down her throat, shuddering as he released inside her unwilling mouth. Despite her paralysis, Buneary's gag reflex somehow kicked in, and Marshadow's semen erupted from her mouth as soon as he pulled out dribbling down her chin. Marshadow let her fall limply to the ground. Despite having just orgasmed, his cock was still rock hard, twitching in the cooling air as the sun was starting to set, a small dribble of cum falling to the ground.
"Don't worry little Buneary, I'm not done yet." He whispered, grabbing her legs, spreading them apart, revealing her pure, untouched slit. He rubbed his small pecker, slick with his cum and her saliva, against the small slit. Buneary's eye let out a small twitch, somewhere between pleasure and absolute fear. He slowly pushed in, quickly reaching her barrier. Without any hesitation, he burst through, taking her virginity in one fell swoop. She would have screamed if not for the paralysis. A small trickle of blood leaked out of her stuffed slit, staining her fur. Marshadow thrust without mercy, relishing in the wet squelching as he pounded her unwilling hole. She was definitely much tighter then that Bounsweet, by a long shot, and Marshadow was glad to be the one violating her hot, young hole. Tears flowed down her cheeks like a waterfall as his thrusts became more jerky. He slammed into her, unleashing his second load, painting her walls white. He pulled out, his cum leaking from her abused hole. He panted, glad his erection still hadn't gone down.
"Alright then... Just one more hole..." He flipped the young cub onto her stomach, grabbing her small, furry rump, parting her little cheeks to reveal her tight, puckered hole. He licked his lips, leaning in and running his cold tongue along her anus. She shuddered, still unable to move completely with the paralysis. He worked his tongue inside, swirling around her rear walls, loosening her normally tight, sealed hole into a yawning, wet hole. He grinned, thrusting his cock into her anus with a single stroke. He groaned. This was by far her tightest hole. He pounded her ass mercilessly, his hands gripping the fur on her waist in a death grip, most likely pulling some hair out. Buneary's cheeks were wet and mate with her tears. The pain was unbelievable. To top it off, she had no way to fight back while under this paralysis. Marshadow wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her into him with each thrust, his hips slapping against her ass. Finally, he blew his load, spraying her intestines with his hot, goey seed. Panting, he pulled himself out of her abused rear, standing non shaky legs. He looked down at her pitiful form, cum leaking from all three of her orifices. He grinned, wrapping his hand around his cock and stroking himself off and blowing one final load all over the young Buneary's body, staining every inch of her fur with white goo. He sighed, relieved, and allowed his form to melt back into the shadows, content for a while, leaving the violated cub, covered in sticky semen, on the cooling ground as the moonlit sky washed over her. About a minute after Marshadow left, Tapu Lele floated into the clearing, panting, her hand glazed with clear juices. Looking left and right to make sure no one was around, she swept up the paralyzed Buneary before bolting in the direction of her temple.
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