Anger, Fueled By Lust
Commission for anonymous.
"This battle is over! The winner of this battle tower is Lionel, from Hearthstead."
"No..."
With a defeated groan, the young 11 year old black cat collapsed to his knees, propping himself up with his hands. He felt the sinking, humiliating shame of defeat long before he heard the snarl of frustration from his one and only Pokémon, Icarus, the Midnight Form Lycanroc.
Exiting the arena, the young cat, known by many as Adam, kept his head low. Those around him hushed their voices and watched him with awe as he made his way towards the door, his Pokémon skulking behind him with bared teeth and an angry expression. Anyone who dared look at the Lycanroc in the face were greeted to a withering gaze. They quickly looked away from him.
For the longest time, Adam and Icarus had been an unbeatable duo. Ever since Adam had been gifted a Rockruff at the tender age of 8, they had trained and played with each other, spending every waking moment together. No-one was more surprised when Adam when his Rockruff went missing, running off into the woods. No-one was more upset when he didn't return for weeks, until Adam was nothing but a sorry shell of his former self, filled with a grief far too mature for a young boy to have. Yet, everything changed when his Rockruff returned, his form and personality different.
Midnight Lycanrocs are notoriously ferocious creatures, who want to do nothing but defeat their opponent, even if it means they are seriously injured themselves. They rarely listen to trainers, but Icarus always listened to Adam. The two shared a bond unheard of in other Lycanrocs of similar form, who were well known for being 'lone wolves'. As Adam got older, his interests shifted and he grew more intrigued at the thought of battling. He inevitably set off on adventures past the outskirts of his home city of Axedon, and regularly attended the battle tower, which stood in the centre of the bustling city.
It was a perfect place for the two of them to hone their abilities. They battled enemy after enemy, until they became particularly renowned for being an unstoppable duo. Yet, in that moment, that title they had worked so hard for was destroyed so effortlessly. They lost a battle. It was the first time they'd ever been defeated, and the two of them felt particularly bad about it.
The two of them returned home to Adam's mother, a particularly kind woman who always supported Adam in whatever he wanted to do. She offered her condolences at their defeat, and sensing how upset the two of them were, she didn't pry any further.
The rest of the night was slow and boring. Adam nor Icarus spoke to one-another; neither of them knew what to say. Adam felt an immeasurable amount of guilt, felt bad for losing, and Icarus was angry, beyond a simple irritation. If anything, he blamed his trainer for losing, blamed his lack of direction. That torrent of hatred was boiling into something much more worrisome.
It wasn't until later that the Lycanroc's fury came to fruition. In the middle of the night, the Lycanroc sneaked up to Adam's bed where the boy lay, sleeping soundly amidst his covers. The 3 foot tall Pokémon nudged his trainer, shaking him with his powerful forepaws until the young cub rolled over and blearily opened his eyes, sitting up.
"Icarus? Mmh...what is it?" The boy groggily murmured, rubbing his eyes in the dim moonlight that filtered in through a thin slit in his curtains. The Pokémon let out a gruff grunt and tugged on the boy's pyjama sleeve, trying to drag him out of bed. The boy grunted for a moment and resisted, his nose wrinkling in bewilderment.
"Wha'ssa matter? Why're you...?" Adam grumbled, his tail bristling with a mixture of confusion and annoyance. Unluckily for him, his Pokémon companion couldn't speak even a word of English, and the majority of his communication came in the form of grunts and snarls. Adam knew him well enough to know what most of it meant, at the very least. In that particular situation, Adam knew those fervent grunts meant that whatever Icarus wanted was rather urgent.
"'Kay, 'kay..." The cub slid his legs to the right and staggered to his feet, clad in a set of loose pyjama shorts and a short-sleeve shirt. His fur helped with the cold at night, and it was already fairly warm, given that it was the start of autumn. He was lead-- or rather, dragged-- to the door of his room and down the hallway. The house was eerily quiet, its rooms dark and unlit. Adam presumed that Icarus might lead him to another room, but he was surprised when the Lycanroc dragged him downstairs to the ground floor and out the front door, onto the thinly-cut grassy front yard, flowers lining its borders.
Adam wasn't sure what to ask, looking puzzled as Icarus pulled him across the dry grass and onto the street, where he took a sharp right turn. The city that Adam lived in was quaint; there were high rises, but they lived in the outskirts of the city where small rows of cottages stretched for a considerable distance. One landmark of note, however, was the thick forest that sat just on the edge of town, a 'patch' of wild foliage that was preserved by the national government and couldn't be torn down. It didn't surprise Adam much that Icarus would take him there, for it was a regular training spot for the pair of them. But in the middle of the night? That worried the young feline.
They hit the borders of the forest and the Lycanroc didn't stop, taking the cat cub deeper and deeper into the forest, until the boy began to grow a little scared. He trusted his friend, but Icarus' sharp grip on his arm and the way he forcefully tugged him along, despite his occasional doubt and resistance, was making him doubt that trust. Eventually, he could take no more. His light tugging and anxious pauses grew into a sharp, forceful tug. That at least made the Lycanroc stop.
"What're we doing here? It's the middle of the night, I'm tired...and this is scary!" The boy exclaimed, and the canine slowly turned to face him. Despite their ferocity, Lycanrocs were particularly short, but that didn't stop them from begin intimidating. The Pokémon's dark, red glowing eyes made Adam step back for a moment, the feline's eyes wide in surprise. He had never seen him so angry.
"Is this about the match?" The boy pleaded. "Look, it just didn't work out, right? We can try again, get stronger. It's not so ba--"
Before Adam could even finish his sentence, the Lycanroc struck him, swiping his ferocious claws across the cub's abdomen. Adam half expected his stomach to slash open, but instead his pyjama top tumbled down his body, the bottom half in utter tatters, leaving a substantial hole exposed in his shirt, revealing his stomach and a portion of his chest. Adam felt as if all the colour had drained from his face and he stood there in shock as the Lycanroc stepped closer, the canine's lips curling back into a dominating snarl.
"You're scaring me..." The boy whimpered, but the Pokémon ignored him, stepping closer and closer, his eyes brimming with anger and rage. Adam felt the fear rising until he could take it no longer. He hoped that the Lycanroc might have calmed down, but it didn't look like that was going to happen. The feline turned and ran, bolting through the trees as fast as he could.
He barely made it a few metres before he felt the weight of the dominating Pokémon atop him, the canine forcing him down into the dirt. Adam let out a sharp mewl of pain as his body connected with the dry earth and he gritted his teeth, feeling the aching pain across his chest and up his arms, which had used to cushion his fall.
Adam couldn't tell what the Lycanroc was after, but he could tell he was angry. He didn't know much about behavioural patterns in Pokémon, let alone his own companion. It was hard to tell what he was thinking. His actions, however, spoke volumes; Adam could feel the mass of the Lycanroc on his back, pressing into the contours of his lithe, boyish body. He could feel the rapid hammering of the beast's heartbeat against his back, betraying his nerves and the rush of adrenaline surging through the canine's body.
After a moment, the cat's ears perked at the sound of a low, audible snarl. He felt the weight lifted from his back, only to be replaced by a large, forceful hand, keeping him firmly pinned down. He felt a set of sharp claws gliding down his back, moving towards the elastic waist of his pyjama shorts. The claws dug into the fabric and it tore effortlessly underneath his assault, leaving his behind exposed. The cat squeaked in surprise, yanking his own hands down to try and cover his behind.
"S-Stop! This is..." Adam didn't know what to say. It was wrong. Abhorrent. Yet, he felt a tickle of excitement, a rush as being so violently dominated. The scent of grass and moisture assaulted his nostrils, accompanied by the heavy breath of the creature atop him.
Then, he felt it, the warmth of a heated mass pressed against his cheeks, grinding and rolling against the flesh. The feline shuddered, his 11 year old mind mature enough to make the connection between the Lycanroc's movements and the mass based around the Pokémon's crotch. He turned his head, craning it back as far as he could to catch the Lycanroc's glowing red eyes out the corner of his own.
Adam kept his mouth shut as the vicious creature rocked his hips back and forth, dragging his hips forward as his sheath swelled, pulsing to life. The tip of his tapered cock slid from its housing as his balls pressed down firmly against the cub's behind, the Lycanroc's member steadily growing until it sat snugly between the boy's cheeks.
A whimper escaped the cub's lips as the Lycanroc's cock grew from half-mast to full-master in a matter of moments, stimulated by the boy's supple cheeks and the tight gripping of his buns. Adam didn't intentionally mean to turn him on; if anything, he was only instinctively clenching.
It didn't take the Lycanroc long for him to angle his hips back, the tapering end of his cock wedging itself firmly between Adam's cheeks and forcibly prodding at the tight, virgin pucker. The feline let out a quiet hiss as he felt his ring immediately stretch, albeit only slightly, to accommodate the rounded tip. He winced as the cock plunged deeper for just a moment, before the Lycanroc pulled back and forced himself into the cub's behind, using one powerful thrust to bury himself halfway into Adam's behind.
The feline couldn't help but cry out from the sudden intrusion, his innards clenching up immediately and spasming from the searing pain and vivid sensations. His inner walls quivered, his ring squeezing as hard as he could. Through it all, he heard his companion's sinister growl, felt his weight claws against his back, the tips of those sharp implements threatening to prick his skin. Adam clenched his teeth hard until his jaw began to ache, feeling the colour rising to his cheeks.
"N-No..." Adam whimpered, but he was crudely ignored by his friend and Pokémon, who dominating him with an all-encompassing aura. The Lycanroc pushed his hips down further and he felt the cub's tight ass gripping around his cock as it sunk deeper and deeper. The base of his member swelled and engorged with blood, his arousal and lust, coupled with his anger, driving his actions. He wanted to make the boy squirm, to humiliate him. He didn't want to admit it, but he'd been infatuated with the cub's body for some time now, and he was finally going to get it.
Adam balled his hands into fists, burying his head into his arms as the Lycanroc's grip shifting, one clawed hand moving towards his hips whilst the other slid up to the back of his neck, keeping him held down. He gifted Adam another powerful thrust, his dominating knot pushing against the cub's tight hole, threatening to force its way in at any moment. The sheer pressure in his behind made the cub squirm and mewl, feeling moisture in his eyes.
Slowly, Icarus tugged back, his member sliding from the cub's relatively dry behind. He went agonisingly slow, stretching the cub's ass out and making him cry out with every inch. When Icarus was all but fully withdrawn, his pre-cum trailing along inside the cub's behind, he paused, admiring Adam's submissive whimpers and grunts of pain. His grimacing muzzle curled into a maniacal grin and he plunged down, thrusting into the boy again in one fell swoop, his knot mashing against the feline's tight ring.
"It hurts..." The boy mewled, squirming beneath the Lycanroc as the Pokémon began in on a steady rhythm of thrusting, his fat knot and impressive, 7 inch member pounding down into the virgin boy's behind. Each thrust was dry and tough, but quickly grew wet and slick, aided by the pre-cum that soon began to coat his member. Those once dry movements turned slick in a matter of moments, his thrusts growing wetter by the second, until the eerie quiet of the woods was filled with the sound of their violent sex, the wet slap of the Lycanroc's cock and balls and the quiet whimpering of his victim underneath.
It didn't take long for the Lycanroc's thrusts to turn harder and faster, his snarling turning into a predatory, lustful grunting. It was less about his anger and his need to dominate now: he wanted to do more than just show his trainer who was the boss, or rather, who should be the boss. He wanted to fuck, and hard.
He bowed his head down, parting his muzzle and closing his teeth around the cub's ear, biting reasonably hard. The sudden dominant act made the colour rise to Adam's cheeks and the boy arched his back, taken by surprise. His own member, albeit small and barbed, twitched at half-mast against the dirt on the ground. He was scared, but also incredibly turned on. He could feel his Pokémon's cock prodding and poking at his prostate, stimulating him more and more.
Soon, even Adam begin to grunt, his breath growing heavy. The Lycanroc shoved harder and harder, his body tensing, toe-claws digging into the dirt. He pushed his knot forcefully down into the cub's behind, feeling it tighten and resist against his pushing. Eventually, it succumbed, his muscles finally submitting under the beast's dominant thrusts. The tight, sore ring stretched, swallowing the knot up in a matter of moments.
Icarus let out a long, blissful sigh through his nose when he finally tied with the boy, his knot swelling with his imminent orgasm. He jerked his hips, tugging the cat back just a moment, stimulating himself past the point of no return. His body shuddered and he let go of the cat's ear, lolling his tongue as he body swam with an intense pleasure.
Adam quietly groaned, feeling the weighty pulsing in his loins that made him shudder and quiver with a mixture of delight and slight terror. He felt the rush of warmth in his stomach, the tingle shooting up his spine. He could feel the pressure in his loins steadily rising, reaching a peak. He pushed his hips a little further down and his cock grazed against the ground, encouraging his barbs. He soon found himself shuddering and moaning, submissively flattening his ears against his head as his body violently shuddered amidst his own orgasm. His innards clamped and milked the cock inside of him in unison with his cock's tiny throbs, the small dribbles of seed wetting the earth.
The Lycanroc panted heavily atop him, eyes lidded over and breathing heavy. If he could sweat, he'd likely be caked in it; instead, his tongue lolled from his mouth, expelling any warmth. Adam felt truly and utterly humiliated: to be mated by his own Pokémon in the middle of the woods was a memory he soon wanted to forget, and one he would never utter to anyone else.
For a time, Icarus didn't move. Then, after a while, he nestled down, covering Adam's frame with his own, his fur brushing up against the cub's body. It didn't take long for the boy to hear the heavy sound of the Lycanroc's slow breathing. Adam knew him well enough to know when he was sleeping. The boy squirmed, pinned under the Pokémon's weight with the member still inside of him. A whimpering sigh escaped past his lips.
What was he going to do now?