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It was an early morning in a pokemon forest untouched by civilization. Many pokemon were still sleeping, others were performing their daily routines, and most are hiding from much larger predators. The pokemon of the forest always had a wide variety, some pokemon standing out amongst the others. Some pokemon were very clearly out of their natural breeding habitats, so they gained a reputation amongst the common pokemon of the forest. There was a single pokemon though that was infamous for thievery. A little sly nickit. She became a popular name amongst the pokemon. She would always steal from whomever she could. The Nickit was very obviously skilled in her craft, but sometimes, she would get in over her head. But she would always barely make it back out alive and unharmed. How she did it, the other pokemon didn't know. But, that was what she was known for. The things she would thrive from other pokemon included items such as food and commodities, though she would sometimes steal luxury items. Though, she did not often keep said luxury items if she did not find any personal value in them. She would instead trade them off in exchange for food and supplies. She lived her life as a thief, and she could see no other way of living. Besides, she always found joy in the heat of the moment. She loved getting caught and being chased away with her goods. It amused her, keeping her entertained and on-edge constantly. Even through all the enemies she created through her lifestyle, she still found joy and happiness within it.

This early morning, the little Nickit had her eyes set on a target she had been stalking for a while; the den of a Midnight Lycanroc. She absolutely knew it would be a risky venture, but she had been studying his hunting patterns for weeks. She was absolutely certain that she could quickly get in, steal whatever was contained within, and leave without any issues. It was around four in the morning when she started approaching the den, confident that the Midnight Lycanroc would be out hunting for the night. The Lycanroc's den was hidden underground, with only one way to get in and out. If that access way was blocked, there would be no escape. The moonlight shone through the trees of the forest, lighting up the entrance like an inviting light for the Nickit to pounce upon. Cautiously, the little Nickit checked the surroundings. Alas, there was no Midnight Lycanroc pronouncing about. Confident that she was safe to enter, the Nickit dived in. The entrance way was mostly dirt, a circular tunnel carved out by the beast she was thieving from. At the end of the tunnel, was another entrance way; a wooden door to where the den of the wolf lied. The little Nickit raised a paw up, slowly, adding subtle pressure to the carved wood. The door creaked open, making a noticeable and horrid high-pitched squeak. The Nickit grimaced at the sound, knowing it could very easily be a dead giveaway. She prayed to herself that the sound wasn't loud enough to notify those above the ground, but the uncertainties put a tinge of fear in her heart. She pushed more until the door fully opened, and her body gave way. The Nickit fell forwards, splatting onto her stomach as her limbs sprawled out. She was surprised by the fall, quickly getting back up on all-fours before brushing herself down. Her heart pounded in her chest; she didn't have time for distractions like this.

The Nickit looked up and took note of surroundings. The room was spacious and warmly lit, plenty of furniture and luxuries being on display for the little thief. She almost salivated at the sight of all the luxurious commodities; the value of the den, filling her with a mixture of envy and awe. Items like custom vases, rare stones, fossils, legendary summoning items; this Lycanroc had it all! But the luxury items weren't what she was here for. She was here for food, but this place is definitely somewhere for her to steal from again in the future. She began searching around, being careful not to break anything with her large and fluffy tail. Her sense of smell was acute, so she found the food pile in no time. She cautiously approached the pile, the smell of sweet summer berries and fresh, cool meat filled her desperate nose. She did not hesitate to dig in to the pile, chowing down on the berries and meat. It was an all-you-can-eat buffet for the little fox pokemon. She had no manners when it came to eating, leaving a very noticeable mess on the floor and on her face from the blood and berry juices. It was very much obvious that she was starving and trying to eat as much as she can to satiate this intense hunger. A few minutes passed of her eating; the pile having visibly shrunk in size from how much she ate. The little Nickit began cleaning up, carrying bones and left-overs out to the door. She was too busy to notice the footsteps in the entry tunnel, the thumping of the Midnight Lycanroc returning. The Nickit confidently and happily brought her paw up to the door, ready to push it open, when suddenly the door opened on her. She was pushed back by the sudden movement, dropping her left-overs all over the den's floor. She fell onto her back, dazed from being hit by the door. As she looked up, she saw him; the owner of the den, the Midnight Lycanroc, standing in the doorway. His eyes glowed red despite the well-lit room, an intimidating sight to behold upon the Nickit.

The little Nickit stood in place, frozen in fear as the glowing eyes gazed down at her. The midnight Lycanroc moved slowly and daintily, letting his arms sway as he walked up to her. His shadow loomed over the small Nickit, who was still frozen in pure fear. Berry juices covered her mouth as other food fell out of her keep-sake tail, exposing the little thief for the inhabitant of the den. The Midnight Lycanroc squatted down to the Nickit's level, looking into her fear-filled eyes with an annoyed expression. His fur was dirty, covered in blood and dirt from the hunt he had just returned from. He reached a paw out, it's sharpness reflecting off of the soft lighting of the den. Softly, he spoke, "Well, what do we have here? A little thief? And what do you think you're doing, thieving from my den?"

His voice was deep and gravelly, sending shivers through the Nickit's body with each and every word he uttered. Even in a soft tone, his voice was intimidating, almost chilling to the bone. The Nickit opened her mouth to attempt to speak, but no words were able to come out. The only sounds that exited her fear-filled body were sounds of fear and regret, stammering out incomprehensible sounds. Her breathing was heavy, adrenaline rushing through her body, making her shake. She looked around, looking for a way to escape, but the only thing she could see was the hunter in front of her. The Lycanroc giggled lowly, a villainous laugh, as his paws picked up the little thief.

"Well, I have a special way of punishing little thieves, such as yourself. Come along with me, and I'll show you." The little Nickit gulped as she was picked up, shivering in the giant paws of the hunter. The Midnight Lycanroc smiled evilly, standing back up with the little thief in his paws and walking over to the den's table. There, he laid the Nickit down on her back, looming over her and blocking out the dim lighting yet again. His eyes glowed a dark red as he teasingly caressed the Nickit's cheek, poking it with one of his claws. His smile widened as his claw trailed down the Nickit's small fox body, running it through her white and orange fur before it settled on her stomach. The hunter's other paw took hold of one of her hind legs, pulling it to the side and spreading her lower half. His eyes examined her body, starting at her scared face and moving down her body, settling at her crotch. He licked his lips as he felt something arise; the tool he'll be using to punish this little thief. The Nickit's gaze trailed down the body of the bigger male, her eyes catching sight of his sheath, and what seems to be a tip, slowly poking out of it. The more she looked at it, the more she noticed it was growing, pushing further out. At this point, the fear of her losing her virginity overrode her fear of the monster himself. She squirmed around in his grasp, finding the confidence to yell out.

"W-wait! You don't w-wanna do this! I-I'm sorry! I'll forage m-more berries for you! J-just please don't take my virginity!" Her voice was high-pitched and very feminine, desperation and fear causing cracks here and there within her pleas. The Midnight Lycanroc growled angrily, as he brought his claw up to her neck, quietening the fox and stopping her squirming. "Quiet, you little thief! You're not going to go anywhere, you're mine now."

The helpless little Nickit quickly shut her maw from making any sounds, still shaking and squirming subtly around under the big predator's grasp. The lycanroc smiled evilly as he spread the little thief's legs, poking her sensitive virgin cookie with his claw. Slowly, he pushed a digit in, testing to see just how tight she was. All the while, his canine dick slowly grew out of his sheathe, slowly crawling and creeping out. It was a bright red and was very vein-y; and it wasn't even full size yet. The lycanroc's claw pushed in further, poking at her tight and sensitive walls before rubbing softly against her clit. The little nickit brought her front paws up to her mouth to silence any sounds she'd make; whether it be protests or unwilling sounds of pleasure. She groaned softly to herself as her mind raced with panic, but that panic only set to freeze her. "Maybe if I comply, he'll let me go," she thought to herself in a panicked rush. So, for now, the little vixen will comply. Unbeknownst to her, her virgin cookie was leaking fluids of pleasure despite the current circumstances. The lycanroc took note of this, tilting his head.

"It seems you're enjoying this," he growled out in a low tone.

"But don't worry, you won't be enjoying this soon enough."

The predator proceeded to shove his digit deep into her sensitive flower, his claw scraping at the walls. The vixen held back a scream as her eyes shot open, breathing heavily as she began to thrash around her front paws. Even despite the pain, she held back any protests she had, completely at the mercy of the predator. The lycanroc pulled his claw and digit out, looking down at it. Small remnants of blood and natural lubrication remained on it, which he promptly licked off. He growled in pleasure as his body shivered, more of his canine member slithering and growing out of his sheathe. The semi-exposed member throbbed, showing off just how vein-y it truly was. The nickit laid in pain, small tears silently welling up in her eyes as regret and panic filled her thoughts. She was unable to think clearly, so instead, she laid there on the table, still at the mercy of the predator looming over and punishing her. The lycanroc cooed out as his claw pushed back in, pulling back out again as he got her bodily fluids all over his claw. The taste was sweet and metallic, a mixture of the vixen's sweet fluids of pleasure, and her crimson blood of pain. The lycanroc was already becoming addicted to the taste, getting on his knees, so he can drink the nectar from the source. The poor little thief could only stifle back her moans and groans for so long, starting to crack under pressure as the lycanroc drank from her flower. Small sounds escaped her fearful body, no matter how desperately she tried to hold them back. The sweet song of pleasure mixed with the horrid sounds of pain to create a regretful, melancholy symphony.

A few minutes passed of the Nickit's moaning and groaning and the Lycanroc's drinking of her nectar of pain and pleasure. He stood back up, licking his lips as I held onto the Nickit's legs, spreading them apart. The Nickit winced but let out a sigh of relief as he stopped lapping up her fluids.

"Oh, don't think I'm done just yet," the predator cooed out in a dark tone.

"We're only just getting started, my dear."

Before the little vixen had a chance to respond, the lycanroc shoved his giant, throbbing member deep into her flower. The little nickit screamed out in pain as her virginity had been forcefully taken away from her, a small drip of blood finding it's way out of her puffy canine pussy. She panted heavily as the lycanroc took a second to adjust, cooing out happily as her walls unwillingly stimulated his canine cock. His member throbbed and twitched inside her, leaking out pre as his knot pulses in his sheathe. He knew to give the little nickit time to adjust, so he waited a few moments to let the thief catch her breath. Tears silently rolled down the nickit's cheeks, a mixture of even more pain and even more regret. All because of her thieving, she was now no longer a virgin. The predator licked his lips at the sight, moving his pelvis back to where just the tip was inside her. Slowly, he pushed in, reaching halfway down his shaft before pulling back out again. The pleasure made him growl out happily. He loved her little vixen flower; the taste, the smell, the feeling of her walls trying to milk his member dry, everything. As the lycanroc started to fuck the little nickit, something snapped inside her mind, as if she had reached a breaking point. Blush appeared on her orange cheeks as the tears stopped flowing. A feeling of euphoria started creeping in, slowly and subtly, pleasuring her small body. Was it fear taking over? Or was it something much more? Was it actually possible that she was feeling some sort of pleasure from this rape?

"No, of course not. That doesn't make sense," she thought to herself, her body shaking with each thrust in.

"And yet..."

She was feeling pleasure. She was feeling happiness and lust; and from being raped by her captor, no less. Her inner walls clamped down on his shaft when he thrust in and out, adding even more pleasure to the predator thrusting inside her. She started laughing quietly to herself, laughing so slow one would have mistaken her for crazy, or broken. The lycanroc's ears perked up at the sound of the giggling, pausing as he tilted his head and leaned down. He wasn't mistaken; she was giggling. But he didn't care at this point. He needed to teach this little thief a lesson, after all! He began bringing his head back up to resume, when her soft voice caught his ear.

"Wait... I think... I think I like this."

The lycanroc stopped in his tracks, a look of bewilderment and confusion covering his face. Surely this little thief was just faking it to get out of this. There was no possible way that she would be enjoying a punishment from a predator. In an angry confusion, the lycanroc thrust in hard, growling loudly and intimidatingly as he reaches down to his sheathe-covered knot. The little vixen moaned out, but not with any sense of pain. The sound was a sound of lust and pleasure. A sound, one's partner would make during intimate and loving times. Even more confused and frustrated, the predator pulled his length all the way out, before shoving it back in hard and fast. Again, the sound the little vixen made was one of lust; no pain or regret. He had broken her. He had punished her to her tipping point. Now she loved this moment that she was spending with him. She moved her paws around her body slowly and sensually, rubbing her pink exposed teats while making other soft sounds of pleasure. She had indeed fallen for this lycanroc, whether he liked it or not. Frustrated and confused, the lycanroc pulled his canine member out, looking down at her exposed body in pure confusion. He scratched his head and behind his ear, thinking of what to do with the little thief. It was clear that he had broken her, but should he really let her go without getting his release? The vixen cooed out softly as she laid on her back, not making any attempts to escape or leave the lycanroc's den. The predator rested his exposed member on her stomach, pre leaking out of his tip and staining the nickit's orange fur. She didn't mind, instead opting to wrap her legs around the length of the predator. The vixen continued to make soft sounds, almost as if she was teasing and trying to coax the large predator into breeding her. Though, the lycanroc was not about that. He gently unwrapped her limbs from his member, leaving her on the table as he walked over to the door. Confused as to why the male was leaving her, the nickit rolled over and stood back up on all-fours.

"You can leave. I've clearly already broken you." The lycanroc spoke softly and quietly, contrasted by his gritty, deep voice. The nickit hooped down off of the table, walking slowly over to the predator with her ears flattened. She looked up with him with puppy eyes, bringing a front paw up and making a movement to beckon him closer. The lycanroc tilted his head as he crouched down to the nickit's level, also flattening his ears. The vixen moved in closer to his face, bringing her front paws up to hold onto his cheeks. Without any warning, she pressed her muzzle against his, kissing him. The kiss was light yet deep, cold yet hot, full of regret yet full of passion. Both of the pokemon's cheeks became rosy and hot as the two held each other together for a moment. It felt like hours that they were together, yet the kiss barely lasted a minute. The nickit broke the kiss, leaving a string of saliva from lip-to-lip. She smiled softly as she looked deep into his glowing red eyes.

"I want... To stay here... With you."

Now it was the predator's turn to freeze up in shock, completely bewildered by the kindness of the little fox. She smiled softly; a genuine smile. She was being serious. Not only that, but she wanted to stay with him. The predator looked into her eyes as the two sat in a stunned silence. The silence was deafening, feeling like an eternity before they found their faces being drawn towards each other's again. Softly, they pressed their muzzles and lips together one again. A warm feeling was shared between them. A feeling of happiness and passion. Was it love? The lycanroc couldn't tell, but the nickit seemed to have made up her mind. It was obvious it was each other's first time kissing. The kiss was sloppy and slow, yet the passion still remained. Occasionally, one of them would forget to breathe, and would regretfully pull away before hastily pushing back in. Their maws opened as their tongues slithered into each other's mouth's, wrapping around each other in a dance of love and passion. The nickit pressed her body fully against the predator, pushing him down onto his back. Her paws wrapped around his neck, while his paws held her body in place. The two made out in a happy yet confused dance of love. After what felt like hours of kissing, the two broke the kiss, another string of saliva trailing from each other's lips. They both panted as they looked into each other's eyes. She had fallen for him, and he had fallen for her. The vixen cooed out softly as she brought her tail up, teasingly brushing against his cheek and making him blush. He tried to play the blush off, looking away with a huff and a pout. Of course, she found this adorable, kissing his cheek softly as she breathed lightly into his ear. The predator growled in response, but it was clear that he was enjoying her affection, even if his vocalizations suggested otherwise. His tail wagged like a puppy's during playtime. His ears also lowered after the kiss. The little vixen giggled happily. It was a high-pitched giggle, one that a person might hear from a typical school girl. It was playful and happy, yet still conveyed her affection for him. She nuzzled into his neck, making soft sounds of pleasure as the duo cuddled each other for a soft moment. He was still confused. But there wasn't much more he was going to do. He could punish people who have wronged him all day long, but to those that showed affection towards him, he could do no harm. She looked up at him with a smug smile, bringing a paw up to guide his eyes back to hers. Her eyes had the fire of intimacy behind them, and so did the lycanroc's. Not breaking eye contact, she scooted back a bit, standing up on his chest on all-fours.

"So, I know you haven't gotten your release yet," she cooed out in a smug tone.

"How would you like me to help with that?"

The lycanroc's tail wagged happily at her words, though he looked away with a huff, still trying to play the tough guy that his appearance made him out to be. Though, the sly nickit knew he was into it. Her tail wagged slowly as it found its way to his semi-erect canine member, brushing up against it softly. The predator let out a growl, but it was more of a growl of contemptuous rather than anger. The vixen smiled and let out a happy fox-like yip, rubbing the fluffy and wide end of her tail up against his cock. He huffed out again as he closed his eyes shut with a pout, his member slowly growing out more and more of his sheathe. The base of his member swelled slightly in his sheathe, creating a small, aroused, knot. The vixen took note of this, playfully putting his cock in her tail hiding place. She couldn't feel a thing, yet it was soft and tight around the lycanroc's cock. The predator let out a quiet and subtle sound of pleasure. A soft bark escaped his maw, a bark of happiness and pleasure. The nickit could barely hear it, but she knew to keep going. She began moving her tail up and down on his member, even spinning it around from time to time. It didn't take long for a moan to escape the predator's muzzle, his cock throbbing inside her tail. Though, this moment wouldn't last long for the large male. As soon as the vixen heard the lycanroc's song of pleasure, she stopped, pulling her tail off of his needy member. The predator looked up with an annoyed look, his eyes glowing on the nickit's orange and white fur.

"Why did you stop?" His tone showed even more annoyance. His member throbbed as he spoke, desperately begging for attention. The nickit giggled like a school girl, hopping off of him as she raises her tail. Her hips swayed slowly as she showed him her flower, dripping with a breeding need. The lycanroc didn't need any more hints than that, smiling smugly as a devilish demeanor returned to his body. He rolled over onto his belly before pushing himself up on all-fours. Like a dog, he crawled his way over to behind the sly fox. With no hesitation, he mounted her, lining up his canine member with her delicate cookie.

"Ready or not, my dear. You'll soon regret your little teasing session."

The nickit stood her ground as she swung her tail to the side, letting the lycanroc's large body press up against hers. He was much bigger than her. His body cast a shadow over her much smaller self. The lycanroc happily cooed out some teasing canine sounds, some barks and growls. He slowly pushed his tip back into her member, sliding in easily from her natural lube and the session the two had shortly before. The vixen moaned out softly as she lowered her upper-half, raising her rear. The predator licked his lips and growled happily as he pushed in further, getting his member deep into her fox flower. Slowly, he pushed in further, eventually getting the entirety of his member into her, down to the sheathe. She was still as tight as before, and her inner-walls provided a nice, soft, warm massage for him member to rest in. The nickit breathed heavily at the feeling. Before it was a feeling of pain, but now, it was a feeling of pleasure. The predator slowly pulled back out to the tip, before pushing back in again, his entire member covered in her sweet fluids. With force, he pushed back in with a grunt of pleasure. The vixen screamed out in pleasure. Her insides were desperately trying to coax his seed out into her. The lycanroc started to get into a rhythm as breeding instincts started to kick in, arching his back as he thrust hard and fast into the fox's delicate flower. The nickit was having the time of her life, moaning and panting as her cookie continuously leaked her sweet nectar of pleasure. The two were in a state of feral breeding bliss, pleasure sparking and shooting all throughout their bodies. Though the sex was feral, fast, and rough, the two had never had experienced such an intimate time before. It was an act of love rather than lust or punishment, even despite the strange circumstances. Though, it was clear the duo were reaching their orgasms. The lycanroc began to growl and grunt loudly as his throbbing knot swelled within his sheathe, becoming desperate for a release. The nickit's walls began clamping down and massaging his cock more and more tightly, desperately attempting to milk his seed out of him. With a grunt and a push, the predator tied the little thief, pumping his seed deep into her. He howled out as his orgasm reached its tipping point, and he bred her, the nickit moaning out in pure pleasure as her own orgasm tipped over the edge too. The duo were in a state of pure euphoria, panting hard and moaning softly as their orgasms began to die down.

The lycanroc got out of the feral mounting position, holding the nickit close to his body as he rested his back up against a nearby wall. He cuddled her while still being together, nuzzling into her cheek as she licked his in return. The two pokemon rested together in this position, cuddling each other and not saying a word as the afterglow filled their bodies. They wanted nothing but each other, and that's exactly what they got. After a few minutes of exchanging kisses, licks, and cuddles, the lycanroc spoke up.

"I'm sorry about punishing you earlier. Normally I do something more... violent. I don't know why, but with you, I felt like I had to go softer on you." His words were soft-spoken and genuine, speaking in a whisper, calmly and lovingly into the nickit's ear. The vixen giggled in return, licking his cheek some more.

"I'll be honest. I kind of did like you punishing me. Though, you really are just a big, soft puppy." Her words were as smug as her looks, teasing the big lycanroc. He looked away with a pout and a huff at her teasing, patting her head with his big front paw. With a happy yip and giggle, the vixen gave him a soft kiss on his cheek, which snapped him out of his pouting.

"Hey, since you were here for food, why don't I just share my food with you? I don't really like berries, and the ones you stole are really only for when I run out of meat." The nickit's eyes shone up as she let out another happy yip, hugging into his body and nuzzling his chest happily. The lycanroc smiled softly and lovingly, already knowing the answer. He picked up a berry just beside him, offering it to the nickit. She happily took it and started eating, though rather sloppily. The lycanroc didn't care though, giggling happily as he pat her head. After she was done with the berry, the two resumed cuddling, slowly drifting off to sleep together despite still being tied.

"Well, that's a problem for the morning," the lycanroc thought to himself, slowly drifting off to sleep in her embrace.