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The sun stood high in the sky, bearing down upon the city of Saffron. It was calm, quiet. The streets were bare, not a soul could be seen for miles down the roads. The buildings lay empty, not a single human could be seen. Every so often a Rattatta would come from one of the many alleys and pick up a piece of discard food. What had happened to make such a bustling city into a ghost of what it used to be?

In the year 20XX, the end of humanity had fallen across the world. A mysterious plague had befallen world, a serious disease which only affected humans. Pokémon were immune to the disease and had watched as humans fell one by one to the disaster. Scientists had attempted to create a cure, but every time, they came up short. It was like the disease had quick adaptability to everything they threw at it. It wasn't long before the last human alive had fallen. Pokeballs with contained Pokémon suddenly burst and short-circuited, releasing their tenants. The Pokémon of trainers wept as their trainers had passed away.

A second stage of the plague seemed to occur as the humans had finally fallen. Their bodies seemed to degrade rapidly, leaving nothing but their clothes. Some Pokemon believed that this may have been the work of another Pokemon to exterminate the human race, in which case it had worked. Others were horrified at the turn of events and went into shock at the sheer amount of death that had occurred around them. However a large amount saw this as an opportunity, and began doing what they wanted without the human restrictions placed on them. This was a lawless world inhabited by beasts, now.

A shriek of terror echoed throughout the streets of Saffron, the sounds of claws on concrete as a terrified Pokemon sprinted for safety, the sounds of a small group pursuing this unfortunate soul. This had become a common occurrence in the new world, and many ignored the pleas for help. Although it made them feel guilty, many couldn't stand up to the rogue Pokemon who did as they pleased. Shadows danced across the walls of the alleys as the chase continued.

Tyranitar had run as fast as he could, but had soon found himself at a dead end. Upon placing a clawed paw on the wall, he found it to be too thick to smash through. He was trapped, and at the mercy of his pursuers. There was no way out with them right behind him. What should he do? He didn't want to fight. He didn't like to fight. Is this where he fell? He didn't want to die here.

Entering from around a corner were three Pokemon, all of who had a menacing look on their faces. There was a Gengar standing on the far left, an Ekans in the middle, and a Medicham on the other side of him. The Gengar was giving menacing giggles towards the large trapped reptile, having enjoyed the chase quite a bit. The Medicham stood stoicly, arms crossed, a smile on her face as she eyed her prey. The Ekans was the first to speak to the cowering Tyranitar.

"I have to say, you are quite a quick runner for someone of your size and weight. Did you really think you could escape us, though? What a foolish thought. Let me show you what happens to those who think they can step in our territory without giving us something in return."

Ekans gave a flick of his tail, giving the go ahead to his companions. The Medicham was the first to lunge out, dashing towards Tyranitar. Time seemed to move in slow motion as she approached him, fear taking over. The female never reached him, however, as a blast of ice struck her in the back from above, sending her crashing to the ground. Ekans and Gengar seemed shocked at this turn of events, and began looking for the assailant.

It was too late, however. As soon as they noticed a Weavile charging at them from above, the ice weasel was already upon them. It struck the Ekans first with a vicious swipe of her claws, shadow engulfing them and sending the snake flying into the Gengar beside him. Being a ghost type had advantages, though, and Ekans sailed right through him into the adjacent wall. Gengar didn't even have time to blink as another Shadow Claw struck him across the face and caused him to crash into the wall right beside Ekans.

Tyranitar watched as this Pokemon helped him, his eyes staring in awe, jaw open slightly. It seemed like he was watching a dance as the Weavile struck down the bullies with ease. Upon looking at its face, he noticed the distinct feminine features. This Weavile was female! How pathetic he must look, being a big Pokemon who couldn't take on these smaller Pokemon, and was now being saved by a girl. However he couldn't avert his eyes, even as she walked over to pick up the Medicham, and immediately chucked her at her friends. This Weavile had caused his heart to skip a beat, her body seeming gorgeous to the passive male.

She didn't seem to have any form of mercy, though, and rushed at the other Pokemon once more, claws shining in the light of the sun. She was aiming for the kill, blood lust in her eyes. The three Pokemon, in a heap on the ground, cried out and took off. As they ran down the alley, she released another Ice Beam from her mouth and blasted them through a building. Who knows if they could have survived that? Tyranitar however, was more concerned about himself, once he noticed those eyes now staring him down, and saw her beginning to approach him. Fear welled up in him once more as he tried to make himself seem small against the farthest corner from the ice-dark type, shivering, eyes shutting.

"Hey there. You alright? Did those assholes hurt you at all?" A feminine voice spoke to Tyranitar. He had expect those razor sharp claws to rake through his armored plates like a knife through butter, but instead all he heard was concern. No attacks came, no pain surged through his body. He was still in one piece. Tentatively, he opened his eyes to look at the one who he thought would end his life.

What stared back at him were a pair of blood-red eyes. Worry was the only thing he saw in the gaze that looked up at him. Nothing sinister, no intent to kill like she had with the other three. She was worried about him. Worried that they had hurt him. With this intense close proximity, she seemed even more gorgeous than before. Her piercing eyes, her feathered head, those razor sharp claws, and her silky grey fur, all of it sent a rush of blood to his cheeks. Even her voice made his heart skip a beat. When she gave him a sincere smile, it sent a shiver up his spine. Was this love at first sight?

When she didn't receive an answer, but saw the red filling his cheeks, she giggled. The next thing Tyranitar felt was a cold paw on his leg. With a small shudder, he looked down to see that she had rested her paw on him, and began slowly rubbing it. He shook out of his enraptured state and looked down at her, to give her a nod. His words seemed to be stuttered, as he tried to make a sentence.

"Y-yeah... I-I-I'm fine. They... They didn't hurt m-me... Thanks for h-helping." He gave a gulp, eyeing the Weavile, who stared back into his eyes. With a nod she turned around and began striding to the exit of the alley. She was leaving already? They just met, though! Tyranitar quickly stood up and tried to follow after her, stumbling a little.

"W-wait! Can I come with you? It's a dangerous place out there, you know, and going alone might be a bad idea. And maybe you could... use some... company...?" The large dinosaur blushed heavily at the last few words. The only response he got was an amused laugh from the much smaller creature. Weavile tapped his leg and began running out of the alleys to the streets. Tyranitar gave a small gasp at that and tried to run after her.

"Sure. It could be fun. I'm sure I could use someone big and strong like you to protect me. Or I guess vice versa. Those guys weren't that strong, you know. You could've taken them, I'm sure. Why didn't you just wipe the floor with them? I can tell you're pretty strong yourself."

The words echoed in the Tyranitar's head. Tapping his claws together, he opened his mouth to say something, but closed it a few seconds after. What should he say? That he's nothing but a coward and a pacifist? What would she even think about that? Pokemon were born with incredible fighting potential. Would not wanting to fight make him seem weird to her? She was an incredible fighter herself. He didn't want to say the wrong thing and end up alone again. Perhaps sincerity is the best thing in this case, though. That's what his friend, an Arcanine, had said before.

"Well... I'm... I don't actually like to fight." When those words left his lips, he averted his eyes, seeming crestfallen. What would her reply be to that? He tried to look at anything else, however the only thing he saw out of the corner of his eyes made him think much different things about the female currently walking beside him. Inside an old café, a Charmeleon was currently running a Ditto that had taken the form of a fleshlight along his erect length. Pokemon definitely had no qualms about doing anything sexual in public. A feminine laugh beside him broke him out of his thoughts, however.

"Really? You don't like to fight? That's... Wow. That's very unique for a Pokemon like you!" She wipes a tear from her eye and looks up at the Tyranitar. Seeing his downcast expression broke her out of her fit. He really didn't like to fight, huh? Not everyone does, especially in this messed up world. Weavile reached forward and put a paw on his, wrapping her fingers around his large paw. She gave a look of understanding. Despite her earlier battle, she seemed like a completely different Pokemon now.

Tyranitar gave a smile when he saw the understanding look, seeing Weavile didn't want to hurt him. Butterflies filled his stomach, ideas forming in his head once more. Without a second thought he reached down and pressed his lips to hers in a passionate embrace. His large paws wrapped around the weasel, holding her in the kiss. At first she had stared at him with wide eyes, but soon fell into the kiss, her own paws wrapping around his head.

Finally realizing what he was a doing, the Tyranitar broke apart from the female. Apologies flew from his mouth in a flurry, the embarrassment filling his green cheeks with red. Even Weavile's cheeks appeared to be flushed from the sudden embrace. Upon hearing all of his apologetic cries, the Weavile gave a giggle and pat his belly. This caused the large green dinosaur to quiet down, sweat on his head in concern and nervousness.

"Why are you apologizing? Do you think I'm just going to dislike you for suddenly kissing me like that? Hell that's more a compliment, than anything. Hey. Why don't you come into this alley with me? You can show me all that you love about me. Don't stop at kissing either~" Weavile gave the heavily blushing Tyranitar a wink before grabbing his large paw and pulling him towards an alley off to the side. It was connected to a restaurant, dumpsters and bags left from over the years sitting outside a door. Rattatta scattered as the two entered the abandoned stone hallway. When they were about halfway in, the Weavile turned around and shoved the Tyranitar to the wall.

"Why don't we get you prepared first? Then I can see what you're packing so I know just how much I'm going to scream. I bet with your big body you're pretty damn huge, huh?" Weavile gave a coo, before running her claws along his lower body. The cold feel of her paws against his armored body, while probably not arousing in any other situation, the feeling was like a physical aphrodisiac to the love struck male. It was mere seconds before his arousal fueled to his lower body. He'd never gotten hard that fast before! This girl was lust incarnate to him!

"Wow... I expected big, but... I'm not even sure that will fit. For a shy guy, you really are packing some heat, huh? You can't be a virgin with this kind of equipment." Weavile stared, astounded at the sheer girth. It had to be at least four inches thick, and around a foot and a quarter long. It seemed to have a strange look, one she very much approved of. While it appeared to be tapered like the shafts of most reptiles, it had a kind of spade tip at the top. Along the bottom of the length were ridges that would feel great popping in and out of her as well. Thoughts crossed her mind of wondering if the tip would even fit inside of her. This Weavile wasn't one to back down from a challenge, though, and proceeded to run a paw along the length.

The sudden touch sent a shiver along the Tyranitar's spine, arousal filling every fiber of his being. His thoughts were no longer romantic, but full of sheer lust for the dark weasel in front of him. He had no interest in taking this slow. When he felt a wet tongue running up his shaft, the huge armored Pokemon's paws immediately went to the back of the Weavile's head and pulled. The female didn't anticipate this sudden assertiveness, and immediately gagged as she felt the thick length get buried down her throat.

Upon hearing the gagging and choking from beneath him, claws against his legs, Tyranitar released the Weavile's head. Weavile coughed and hacked, trying to get her throat working once more, turning her head away. Tyranitar thought he had hurt her, and hoped that this wasn't the case. Upon looking down and noticing the look on Weavile's face, the expression sent shivers down his spine, his cock throbbing with anticipation. She was far from upset.

"You like it rough, huh? Well I do too, big boy~ You'd better put those claws to good use, or this is going to be a very one sided experience." Weavile turned around and raised her rump, getting on all fours. The sight alone caused something to click within the Tyranitar's mind. She wanted to play rough? He'd make her unable to walk straight for a while.

Getting on his knees behind the female, his claws running along her flank, the Tyranitar prepped himself. His claws dug into her flesh and caused the Weavile to cry out in pleasure. Tyranitar, wanting to see just how much she loved this, proceeded to raise his paw in the air. The screech of passion from the powerful paw slamming against her rear answered all of his questions. He had no need to hold back with her. She could tough it out.

The large male wrapped his large claws around her feather tails and gripped, giving a tug. At the same time, he gave a thrust of his hips, and buried himself inside of her. Weavile was stretched so wide apart, his massive girth hardly able to fit inside of her. His free claw reached down to wrap around her side, holding her in place. By the end of this, every single inch of this massive cock would be inside of her, no exceptions.

Now began the hard task of actually fitting something so large inside something so small. Tyranitar was strong, though. He could get it done. With a powerful thrust forward, and a tight grip on her body, he buried a large portion inside of the screaming female. Despite how much pain she was in from the stretching, it still felt amazingly good. She really enjoyed the big boys stretching her apart, and he was definitely the largest she's had, to date.

With the powerful thrusting, Tyranitar was uncertain how long he would last inside of the tight hole. Although it was true he wasn't a virgin, he also had never been inside anything so small. He tried his hardest to hold himself back, but he wasn't sure his stamina would hold out that long. The deep thrusts took him deeper and deeper inside of Weavile's tight canal, pre flooding her insides. The slow thrusting was driving both him and her mad. She was already close to having her own orgasm from the ridges running against her clit and along the inside of her cunt walls.

Tyranitar could feel his grip on his orgasm waning, the powerful feeling of needing to empty his load boiling up. He gripped Weavile's tail tightly and tugged on it, almost having every inch inside of her. With one final, powerful push, he sunk all the way in, his orgasm bursting through the flood gates. He could hold back no longer, and began to empty his load inside of her. It lasted quite a while, bloating the Weavile's belly to fullness.

After his orgasm had subsided, Tyranitar sat there on his knees, buried inside of Weavile, feeling the orgasm of his life boiling down. He gave a sigh and fell back, eyes half open. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Weavile had lain down beside him, asleep. She was as beautiful as she was deadly.