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One more time. I went over all the equipment I had brought, and the traps I had just set : a tripwire-triggered net which I could see bunched up in the foliage of the trees, the tripwire itself, hidden by the darkness of night and leaves, the tranquilizer darts I was holding in one hand, and the small bottle of pheromones I had in the other, ready to smear on the ground where my plan would begin. I breathed deeply, focusing. My lithe Lucario body hidden in the darkness of night and under the cover of various bushes. Ready to go.

There was a legend, which had become not so much a legend and more of an actual warning, of a massive beast which lived in these woods, near the great lake. The "legend" had existed for generations, but chances were that the beast which currently resided here, who turned out to be a Zoroark, was one of many who had taken to this place over the years. The reason _why_these uncommonly large pokémons decided to make this seemingly innocuous place their den, and not anywhere else, still puzzled many, experts and locals alike. But I was no expert, and not exactly local. The reason I was here was for the reward. You see, massive beasts who are known for kidnapping people, brainwashing them, breeding them and releasing them forever changed (sometimes in subtle, barely noticeable ways, sometimes not) are not exactly popular. And so the local village had put up a pretty hefty reward for killing or capturing it.

I, of course, had no plans to kill it. I was certainly not one for lethal violence, and would not have even considered ending the life of another being. But I was experienced in one specific thing : handling large, horny Zoroarks. He was not going to be my first rodeo, and I was more than experienced in the ways they act and how resistant they are, which is why I had specially prepared tranquilizer for him, with the help of a friend who knows more about chemistry and concotions than me. Pheromones, despite being a pretty common tactic, remained very effective at luring out horny beasts. Overall, I was confident. Confident and ready. And if worse came to worst, I thought... It wouldn't be my first time being a Zoroark's pet. Although, I didn't think it would come to that.

I sighed and looked at the lake, enjoying the quiet peacefulness of this place. The moon wasn't quite full yet, but its light reflected beautifully on the water's surface, sparkles littering the still water, the blue-ish beams giving a light glow to the trees, the grass, and everything around. Soon, the fight that would break out would rupture the silence. And when silence would fall upon this clearing once more, the outcome of it would have been decided.

No more stalling, I told myself. I walked up to the trap, the tripwire hidden under a bunch of leaves, opened the bottle of pheromones, and poured the pinkish liquid all over them. I frowned after taking a whiff of it and coughed a little. Holy crap was that thing pungent. It didn't have too much effect over me, aside from a slight tingle in my legs, and it honestly just stunk of female parts. Closing the bottle and putting it back in my bag, which hung on my side, I went to my hiding spot, in between two large trees and partly hidden by a bush, and I waited. I could have gone into a tree and been safer, but part of my plan required me to be as close as possible to my target. I carefully held the tranq darts, and... waited.

And waited. And waited... I don't know why I had thought this would be more effective, or faster. Of course, I told myself, the pheromones aren't some magic potion that would take effect over miles and miles. At best, he needed to walk nearby to catch a whiff of them. And my god did it take him long to do that. I almost fell asleep after leaning my head against a tree and closing my eyes ; feeling my body relax made me jump suddenly, and I didn't repeat that mistake. Just... Had to focus. I had to be in top shape, for the catch, but also to run away if I needed to.

Thankfully for me, the pheromones plan worked. I heard a distant rustle at first. Twigs breaking, the sound of bushes being moved. It could've been anything at first, but soon, I felt through my aura that it was something big. Not just in size, but in power. A great beast moving in my direction, thankfully on the opposite side of my hiding spot. The rustling was soon accompanied by the distinct sound of sniffing. I clutched the darts. Held my breath and clenched my teeth. A muzzle and two bright blue eyes, piercing the darkness. Then... The rest of him.

Massive was an understatement. 2.5 meters tall I guessed. A large body, huge hands adorned with long claws, sharp teeth. Thick thighs and legs. His long mane, which was ruffled, covered in branches and leaves, clearly unkempt, was of a dark blue most unusual for Zoroarks. His mere presence, meters away from me, was enough to make me shiver. Suddenly, I wasn't as confident. "I can still leave", I thought. Better be safe than have my mind broken.

He was frowning. Clearly suspicious as he sniffed around. Looking here and there, until he pin-pointed the scent to the tripwire... If I was to make my getaway, it was now. And just as I was about to move back, a cold shiver went down my spine. My blood curdled, and it felt like my soul was suddenly frozen in ice. His eyes piercing right through me. He had seen me.

Just a second too late for him, as his foot triggered the net, which fell on top of him. It was very large and very heavy, and it got him confused for a small moment. Here was my chance! No backing down now! The Zoroark grabbed the net between his claws, flexing his powerful arms and tore it apart in mere seconds, huffing in frustration. While the speed surprised me, the outcome did not. The net was only a distraction.

My own eyes lit up in a bright blue light, and I focused all of my strength on him. By the time he had brought his eyes back to me, I had already created shackles of aura around his feet and wrists, and I sent him to the ground before he could react, his hands pinned to the grass. He let out a loud roar of anger, outraged at being brought so low. The sound was... It was terrifying. Like that of a demon, more than a beast. But this was no time to falter. I made the tranq darts levitate with my aura, aimed at him and...

My focus wavered as he tugged harder at my aura than any other being ever had. I gasped, feeling my power wane.

"J-Jesus, just... stay... still!"

My voice sounded hoarse after remaining silent for so long. It sounded desperate, too. I struggled hard. I clenched my fist, his shackles tightening up in a final effort... But just as fast as they appeared, they were shattered. The Zoroark stood up, his height casting a long shadow over my hiding spot under the moonlight, snarling viciously, baring his fangs at me. Not missing a beat, I suddenly shot the darts at him with my aura.

And watched them miss completely after the beast shifted his body to the side, as casually as if he was evading something slow and predictable. They disappeared in the grass far, far away, one of them even landing in the water with a light splash, ripples distorting the sparkles on the water. I froze. For a second, I doubted my eyes. My aura had allowed me to shoot them at a very fast speed, yet... Yet here he was.

I only had time to stand up. Only stand up, and nothing else, before he was upon me. Rushing on all fours like a feral monster, he had reached my body, grabbed it in his massive hand, and slammed me against a tree. He drove all the air out of me and I arched my back, grabbing his arm and clawing at it, uselessly. With ease, he dragged me up the trunk, my back scraping painfully against the rough bark, while I groaned and shouted at him. He brought me up, slowly, to eye level.

His growl vibrated inside my mind. He was so close. Every huff of rage made his hot breath roll over my face. His fangs gleaming, sharp and as large as my hand. But while he growled, I felt his anger diminish now that he had me. His mouth even twisted itself into a grin as he watched me struggle, kicking at his chest and stomach, his muscles as hard as iron. And as soon as I looked into his eyes, I understood why ; spirals had formed in them, blue and purple, and in a split second, I recognized what was happening. This had happened to me far too many times.

"No! Screw you, I... You're not getting me with this!" I exclaimed loudly, closing my eyes tightly and turning my head to the side.

I had one more ace up my sleeve. Now or never. If I caught another glance at these spirals, which had already succeeded in making my mind fuzzy in the split-second that I witnessed them, I was gone for good. But I had another tranq dart, in my left hand, which I had just grabbed from my bag. My last hope. I aimed at his arm, and stabbed him with it before he could react.

It worked! I opened my eyes again and saw the spirals were gone. I let out a cry of triumph.

"Ha! You beasts are all the same! You think y... You..."

No.

Something was wrong. Definitely wrong.

My smile froze, then disappeared.

He was... he was smiling. Staring at me, and smiling. Had he... let me do that...? He wasn't moving. Not even an inch. The tranquilizer was supposed to take effect almost instantly. But he yawned. Yawned. He wasn't even trying to hypnotize me anymore. Letting me realize how screwed I was. How powerful he was. Shrugging off the drugs as if they were nothing. I guess... I guess they don't become beasts of legends if they were easy to catch, huh? Basking in my powerlessness, in the despair that was clearly writ upon every part of my face, he stared at me with a low growl and a wide, toothy grin for some time before his eyes became spirals again.

I didn't resist. I couldn't. There was no hope for me. No point in trying to avoid it. This was my only chance at survival. Letting him take control... Follow the spirals. It's so easy. Just stare at them. Spinning... Drilling. Into my mind. Breed. There it is... There are his thoughts. Breed. Taking over mine. Breed you._This familiar feeling of abandon. So easy. So easy... _Mine. Yes. Of course.

The Zoroark dropped me on my feet. I looked up at him. My eyes taking the same spirals and colors, slowly, his thoughts, that were beyond words, taking over mine ; while we both remained silent, he communicated with me through his hypnosis. After the rough treatment he had given me, he was now stroking my chin tenderly with a claw, keeping my face lifted so he had plenty of time to dig into my soul, to plant his thoughts, like little hypnotic seeds, here and there in my brain. I didn't realize at the time the extent of that little prep work. Who knows how many times he had done just that? How many times he had irreparably changed someone? Worked his way into their being? In any case, I knew I wasn't the first. I wasn't struggling, very much aware, or maybe just desperate to believe, that it was my only choice. There was no fighting him. I even felt a sense of happiness, and tenderness at the beast's gentle scratches. Mine now. Pet. Toy. Breed. Mine. His primal way of communicating manifested as short, wordless, but very clear thoughts in my head.

He pushed me slowly until the back of my head met the tree trunk once again. Then, as naturally as everything else, he stepped forward until his crotch was pressed up against me, pinning me between a hard place and a much softer, warmer one. His height was such that I didn't even need to kneel to be at the perfect height. All of a sudden, my senses were filled with the overbearing scent of the Zoroark. My eyes were still trying to look for his spirals, but he had trapped me in such a way that I couldn't really see his face anymore. No matter. He had already done all the work. I felt fuzzy, not totally in synch with my own body, and thoughts were not quite coherent. All I felt was a deep sense of soothing abandon. I closed my eyes, letting him push and grind his hips against my face until all I could smell was him. From the shape, I could tell my muzzle was stuck between two large, and very heavy things. I didn't even really realize, in my current state, what exactly was happening, or what he was grinding against my face. I could just tell that they were... they were so warm. So soft. I even wrapped my arms around his thighs, letting out a deep, long sigh. I would've fought, if any of my conscious mind was left. I would never have accepted this so easily. But now that he had control over my mind, how could I have resisted? Even his scent was intoxicating. Not only did I let him do whatever he wanted, but I actively craved it.

When he heard my curious sniffs, he growled, satisfied, moving his legs forward even more to each side of my body and trapping me completely. The motion of his hips were turning into small humps now. Something warm was oozing down my head. Something cylindrical, plushy and thick, pushing and throbbing against my forehead. He'd sometimes push so hard against my face that my mind would go blank, and any form of breathing would become impossible ; only for him to resume rolling his hips against me.

Then something in my mind snapped. Not in the bad way, mind you. Something came back. Not all of my mental functions, of course ; but a spark of lucidity hit me, and I let out a small moan, shaking hard all of a sudden. Picking up on these hints, the beast instantly moved back ; not much, but enough to free my face. This was the first my eyes got to focus on the Zoroark's parts. His sack so massive that it hung down to my chest. His sheathe so thick, with a few inches of his length having slid out, which represented almost nothing in comparison to his size. Yet the sight, which should have aroused me to no end, which should have made me hungry and desperate, rather scared me.

Then his claw found my chin, lifting it. And the spirals again... Whatever had happened, he fixed it in an instant. The angst left me like a puff of smoke in a breeze. Replaced with nothing but fresh air. The effects of his hypnosis, with it being the first time he had played around with my mind, weren't quite permanent yet. Very strong, and they definitely hadn't weakened enough for me to actually struggle, but he was hypnotizing every ounce of negative feelings out of me, so that I became addicted, and even reliant on him. I sighed, and with that breath, all control left me. A dumb smile even drew itself across my cheeks, which elicited a chuckle out of him.

Then, words appeared clearly in my mind. _Sleep..._He moved his hips forward again, his tip kissing my lips, sliding on my tongue and inside my maw, which had remained agape. _Sleep..._Drowsiness overtook me. I felt the warmth of his liquid pour on my tongue, and down my throat as I swallowed. _Sleep..._Eyes closing slowly. Never leaving his until my eyelids had completed their long motion. The throb of his rod, growing larger. _Sleep..._His musk, his taste...

I felt my body going limp by the second, and hands under my arms keeping me still. Then... Darkness. Thick, hot darkness that engulfed my body and mind. A black and abyssal sleep.

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I didn't dream.

I felt the darkness of hypnosis pressing at my brain. Seeping into it, surrounding every thought, every neuron, everything. Every cell of every inch of every part of my body. A deep, black sleep. The Zoroark's musk, his taste, vague feelings of something stretching me. Too vague to even be called feelings. Suggestions, perhaps. My mind resisted it. Subconsciously, knowing how artificial, how alien this sleep was, it resisted for a moment. Longer than usual for a small prey like me. But when it gave in... Another snap. A split-second change. And now, this drowsiness turned into cotton. I wasn't spiralling into an abyss anymore, but carried by gentle currents. Instead of being rocked and sucked in by forces far too powerful, they were guiding me into calm waters. Into their waters. Far from what I was used to. But it was peaceful. The suggestions remained, but I sensed them from afar, unaware of what was happening to my body while I slept. Unaware, and unconcerned.

The currents moved me once again. Away from sleep, this time. Away from the soft obscurity, and towards the light of consciousness... Closer, and closer...

I awoke with a gasp.

I clutched at my chest. Panting hard. What the fuck? Where am I? I was sweating. My brain was on fire. Racing to catch up with everything. What the f... What? Repeating the same, flabbergasted expletives. It wasn't even a migraine, and more like my skull was going to burst open. Confused and lost.

I looked around me. I was sitting, formely laying, on a pile of sheets, clothes, fabric, neatly brought together into a bed which far exceeded my size. An intense musk stinging my nose, and around me, rocks : I was in a cave, and farther away, a few meters from me, the beastly Zoroark that had brought me here. Lying on his back, with his enormous, onyx cock throbbing, hard as a rock, flopping onto his stomach with every throb. A small blush appeared on my cheeks and I felt a pang of arousal before shaking my head and beating these thoughts out of it. I know how this kind of hypnosis works but... Why am I lucid right now? I repeated my name, age, date of birth, the name of my parents, of my friends, on repeat. Right. Definitely lucid. Why? How? I wasn't even tied up. The entrance to the cave was not guarded, I couldn't see any kind of trap, and he was sleeping, for god's sake. As soon as my eyes were turned to the outside, I heard a small voice on the back of my head, but paid no mind to it. A remnant of the hypnosis.

Did... Did that dumbass get over confident? Did he think the hypnosis would last? Was it me? Did I really build up that much resistance to this kind of influence? My heart was still pounding, and the feeling of gentle currents, as soft as caresses, bringing me everywhere they wanted to, was still clear in my mind. It certainly did not feel like I had resisted it in any way, let alone succeeded in fighting it back. Yet here I was.

I finally managed to relax my muscles. I breathed a deep sigh, while the Zoroark snored away. I wasn't quite ready to stand up yet, but noticed he had brought my bag in with me ; I took the time to check all of its contents while sitting on the comfy pile of fabric, letting my head rest against the wall to my left, saving my strength for later. This was all the time I could afford, as I certainly wasn't going to risk my only chance of getting out. Using the rocky surface for balance, I stood up. My legs shook, but my strength hadn't left me. Still puzzled but relieved about why he had allowed me to keep my things, I put the strap of my bag over my shoulder. Then I stepped over to him and watched him in his sleep, my eyes inevitably trailing down to his terrifyingly big length. On closer inspection, it was coated with a thin layer of saliva. Probably mine, I noted with mild annoyance. Fucking someone's throat in their sleep is a pretty low blow, even for a beast, I thought. But I wasn't going to stick around to try and find a way to get revenge.

"Dumb beasts will be dumb beasts," I said under my breath, before turning heels and heading to the exit.

It was a small ways away, and I checked every wall, every inch of the ground compulsively, looking for traps. None. Not even a single trace that he had tried to tamper with the ground...

Then suddenly, a lightning bolt of electricity traversed me.

STAY.

I froze, my mind ringing, a deafening buzz following the shock of sound. I did not hear that. He's still snoring. That didn't come from my ears. That was inside me. Oh, no. I had to get out. Fast.

I started to run. I only made it a few steps. Although I had no way of knowing, this was more than a bad decision, ; it was the worst mistake I could have made. My brain was sundered in two, the incessant buzzing paralyzed me.

STAY STAY STAY STAY STAY STAY STAY STAY STAY STAY STAY STAY STAY STAY STAY STAY STAY STAY STAY STAY STAY STAY STAY STAY

I gasped, lost balance, and fell to my knees, holding my head. It was like an invisible barrier was holding me back, or a black hole, trying to suck me back in, while my mind, which had been lucid enough up until this point, was flooded with the instinct to remain.

STAY STAY STAY...

Every word like a beating hammer, like a voice who was not mine, taking over and replacing every other possible thought. I had to go. I had to. But I couldn't move anymore. I was frozen. All the strength sapped out of me.

Then I felt myself actually being pulled back. At first, I thought it was just another product of my addled mind, but it certainly wasn't : the words finally quieted down, and I realized I was being held in between two massive hands, the light from the outside becoming more distant as I was brought right back to where I started. I was set down onto the bedsheets, lying on my back. My vision was filled with a large silhouette, but it took a moment for me to recover from the intense shock of what had most likely been a hypnosis spell he had planted in my mind. So powerful that my senses had been affected ; my vision was blurry, and I couldn't really speak nor focus on anything. After a few seconds, my breathing had become more steady and I realized that I was being petted. A large hand, caressing my stomach and chest, having slipped under my shirt. The large silhouette still there...

I blinked a few times, then my eyes started to focus, and my mind caught up with everything. The Zoroark, kneeling over me, a look of slight worry in his eyes while he very successfully tried to soothe me with his constant petting, his hands rubbing and massaging every part of me. His tenderness was... unexpected. Uncommon for beastial pokémons like him. But it was also reassuring.

I managed to talk after some effort.

"You... You didn't expect me to wake up so soon, did you?"

Silence, but his gaze was unflinching.

"You didn't want me to feel the effects that strongly..."

Our eyes locked. Slightly glowing together. The words came out of me naturally, as if I was simply translating whatever I read into his eyes. He was communicating with me, the best way he knew how. And somehow, it felt natural, obvious, normal.

"Yes... Yes, I'm okay. You waited for me to wake up to... to unite us?"

It was only at this point, that I realized the heavy, massive thing that was resting on my belly. The fact that it took me this long to realize was awfully convenient, and I suspected that he had something to do with it ; the sight of it made me gasp and my face lit up in a blush. I squeezed my legs instinctively, but that only served to press my thighs around his knot and length, which made him hiss slightly in surprise, precum oozing down his tip and onto the fabric of my shirt.

"W-wait, no, I mean... This looks hot and all but um... It's a little big..."

Our eyes met again.

"Uh... I... You...

You will be my pet. You will submit to me. You will love and worship your new master. You will offer your body to me and let me breed you day and night.

I blinked. The glow of his eyes gave his face an ethereal look, and he growled quietly, smiling, very aware of the effect of his suggestion. I didn't even know what to say. My mind was racing to find words to get out of this, but my body wanted nothing more but to give in. I could tell that this intense desire for him, this unbearable craving for him to treat me like his pet, was alien. More of the seeds he had planted, having sprouted and taken over every part of me like invasive vines. I didn't even try to resist when he removed my shirt. I could only gasp, when he moved back and pulled down my long linen pants, before resting his stiff wood on my naked fur.

"You're doing this to me, aren't you?" I finally managed to say after quite an effort, as he was starting to rub and hump against my body. "T-this hunger, you..."

That was all the lucidity I had left, and all the time he wanted to allow me. I could have looked away when he started to hypnotize me once again, but my body chose not to, and my mind was too weak. The urge was overpowering. And soon... soon, all doubts faded. Falling into a deep pit once again, feeling control leaving me, my thoughts disappearing...

I ran my hands along the Zoroark's huge length, bringing my legs together around it again. Mouth slightly agape, eyes having turned into spirals.

The beast looked down at his work, satisfied with the complete obedience, and desperate arousal he had managed to create in this poor little Lucario, who had, admittedly, resisted for longer than most. He growled down at him, pushing his hips forward to test this new obedience, presenting his tip to the canine's mouth : he was received with a little whimper and the warmth of his mouth, suckling as eagerly as if he'd always done this. His little paws rubbing and squeezing around his length. Perfect.

Meanwhile, I had little control over what was happening, and little awareness, too. My mind was obstructed by a thick, bright fog, and while I was barely aware of what he was doing to me, some feelings, some sensations, were pushed up to the max. I could feel... Lust, hunger... Warmth. His taste, just like when I had been sleeping. His scent, too. But all of it felt so great. So soothing, and so right. I felt him rearranging... something. My nerves, maybe ; or my neurons... I didn't know what it was, but I sensed it. He was preparing my body. My mind tried to resist a little more, but soon that was gone too, wisped away by the bliss of belonging to this Zoroark.

And when that happened, my vision came back to me. Everything was the same, but everything looked different. There was nothing but him, so tall, so large and powerful. Just the sight of him soothed me. While he allowed me to nurse at his tip, I saw him let a thick glob of drool pour down onto his length, which he smeared with his large paw. Then he moved back, and as easily as if he were lifting a toy, wrapped his free hand around my body to lift my hips off the ground. He guided his tip to my entrance and... In any other situation, I would have been terrified and tried to convince him to stop, but... I just wanted it, badly. And I knew I was able to take it. I felt him penetrating me, and even with the first few inches, which spread my body apart for the first time, I let out a long whimper of bliss. Bliss... It was the only way to describe it. The Zoroark knew he didn't have to wait. He slid himself inside me, pulling my body like a toy towards his crotch until his knot kissed my hole, my belly bulged out. My length was hardening fast and I was arching my back, trembling around his massive cock like a little desperate pet : pleasure was shooting through my body like bolts of electricity, and I was struggling to even fathom how incredible this felt. Whatever he had done to me, it had worked. I didn't feel an ounce of pain, despite the bulge on my stomach, and barely any discomfort from the stretch. Having him inside me felt as if that was the one thing I had needed in my life to feel whole. The Zoroark, fully aware of his effect, didn't start moving quite yet ; rather, he held my waist up and rolled his hips, his thick knot pushing against my rear. I kept on panting and moaning, legs shaking, body twitching...

The beast raised an eyebrow. Maybe a little _ too _ strong, he thought. He had never seen one of his toys get into their role so easily, and so intensely. But he didn't believe he had used any stronger hypnosis than for all of his other "victims". Yet here he was, squirming around his cock and practically begging for more, almost unable to handle all of him. Maybe he was just sensitive to hypnosis or...

Or...

Maybe you're just a complete slut.

These words rung more clearly than anything in my mind and I shuddered while hearing them. The sting of shame only enhanced the arousal it gave me, knowing my new master called me such names... His smile turned into a large, toothy grin, and in one harsh thrust, he pulled almost all the way back and slammed his cock as powerfully as he could inside me.

I gasped, my own length shooting a thick jet of pre all over my body, having become erect at record speeds even before that had happened. As if the pleasure was too great, too unfathomable for my body, it went through my body like a wave, from my paws to my head, before leaving my mouth in a long howl of bliss. The Zoroark leaned over me, his claws digging into my skin while he held me firmly against him, his snarl turning feral...

Here it was... The perfect little toy. Never had his hypnosis worked so well, been so compatible with someone. And now... Now he didn't need to hold back anymore.

His shadow loomed over me as his instincts suddenly flared up, now that he was faced with what he had craved for so long. He huffed and snarled, pulling back once more, enjoying how this tight little toy, me, gripped around him, tried to suck him back in, desperate for more. And more he did provide. Holding me still in between his paws, he proceeded to pump his hips back and forth at a pace that had skipped the "slow and gentle" part to go straight to "eager breeding". His balls swung and plapped at my rear constantly while he used me and my body, confident in the fact that I would adore it : he turned me into a sensitive, quivering, moaning mess in seconds. The bliss was overwhelming. Never had I experienced something so intense, so... so perfect. What had he done to me? What had his hypnosis changed? Everything he did, every hump, every squeeze of his paws, every throb of his meat, every growl... It all caused such a sensation of ecstasy in me, that I had no control over. In fact, it was so strong that in the first minute, I felt on the brink of passing out almost constantly, before I got ahold of myself.

Raising my head slightly, drool on my chin, my eyes nothing but spirals, I managed to get a good look at him. He was gritting his teeth and snarling, his eyes closed. I put my hands on his, which were still gripping at me possessively : I wanted to talk, to beg him for more, but the way he slipped in and out of me, the way his knot pushed and grinded on my poor rear, the way his sack swung against me... The best I could do was to moan out. So big... So warm. He opened his eyes when he felt my hands and smiled, content in the assurance that his little spell was working completely.

He straightened up, and instead of thrusting down into my poor little body, started to thrust more horizontally. It wasn't that he wasn't touching my prostate before, as he was pretty damn huge, but now, he was positively hammering into it. I felt my climax build up at lightning speed. My eyes shot wide open and I started to claw at the ground. My master, wholly unaware of it, only barely paid attention to the rising tones of my whimpering, and was caught by surprise when I suddenly arched my back and howled, my own length traversed with uncontrollable throbs as I showered my own fur with jet after jet of thick, warm cum.

He growled in surprise, slowing down for just a moment, before resuming his brutal thrusts. He would slide himself in deep, and stay there for a second, before giving another thrust, waiting again, over and over ; letting me ride out my powerful orgasm, letting my mind break, letting me give in. This overwhelming wave of bliss was throwing my brain for a loop, I didn't even know where I was anymore, who I was, only the ecstasy of orgasm, the feeling of a bigger male breeding me... He was, almost quite literally, fucking my brains out.

He waited for me to be done, and gave me a small moment of respite. Then I heard him in my mind once more...

We're not done, little one. Not even close.

Yes, of course... I didn't want this to end. My length was still rock hard. My body willing and ready for more. The Zoroark pulled out and flipped me around, manipulating me like a puppet to put me on all fours. Or, rather, face down and ass up. He had to angle himself down a little, but had propped me up on a small, long rock near the wall - it clearly wasn't his first time breeding a smaller prey - which allowed him to kneel and be at almost the perfect height, clothes and fabric making sure I wasn't pressed up against the bare ground. I was barely moving, still recovering and panting hard, while he guided his pre-coated length to my rear again. And slid all of it inside, as easily as if he'd always done this to me. Every inch, every throbbing, warm inch, buried in my little Lucario butt, right up to that wonderfully inflated knot, which had slipped out of the sheathe a long time ago ; I howled out once again, clawing hard at the clothes and even tearing some of them. God, I could feel his sack against mine now. The size difference was ridiculous. His nuts were so huge that they touched my ankles a little, and he had put one of his large hands on my head, pinning me down, revelling in that absurd difference in height and size.

Then, he bred me all over again... Pounding away at me with sloppy and constant sounds, his precum overflowing from my small body and oozing down all over the improvised bedding in thick, noticeable streams. I was dizzy and broken, barely even conscious of anything, lost in the pure bliss he was giving me. I was even drooling on the clothes under my mouth, my head almost perfectly still thanks to the Zoroark's powerful grip, while my knees and lower body almost took off the ground with how roughly and eagerly he was using me. This sensation, it... it was pure addiction. I felt my insides stretching, my belly bulging out, fitting so much Zoroark meat in so little space ; and instead of being the uncomfortable and painful sensation it should have been, I only craved more. With half-lidded eyes, my voice muffled against the fabric, I managed to moan out my little, quiet pleas, begging my master for more. His knot was slammed constantly on my stretched out entrance, and his sack audibly smacking against me, so much so that my rear turned bright red, the slaps as harsh as a continuous spanking.

Upon barely hearing my desperate voice, the Zoroark moved his hand to my chest and suddenly forced me to straighten up. I gasped in surprise, but that wasn't all : with a grunt and a harsh pull, he grinded his fat knot against me until it popped right in and my rear was left buried in his crotch, his sack dangling in between my thighs.

I was seeing stars. All the air was driven out of me as I gasped once more, lifting my head and my maw open as if I was going to howl, but the bliss was too strong. I was stretched out to my limits, the beast hitting every little sweet spot that he could while tying me to him. He brought his hand to my chin and had me raise my face to him, until our eyes met, and his spirals glowed brightly, ushering a single, simple command to my mind and body...

Cum.

As if an instantaneous wave of hot ice had filled my veins, I shuddered and burnt up, my brain short-circuiting for a split second before the hypnotic order took control, my length throbbed, and I orgasmed all over again, my legs shaking harder than ever. The Zoroark held me nice and still, one of his hands around my stomach and chest, and the other making sure I kept my eyes on him, although they were still half-lidded, tears gathering in the corners of them from the unbearable bliss I felt. I was paralyzed, limp and tense at the same time while I shot more of my sperm on the clothes under me. "Mas... Master..." I uttered, my mind utterly gone at this point while he drilled, and drilled into my mind with those endless spirals. He was huffing like a dragon, grinning, taking immense satisfaction with how easily he could control me, my squirming and twitching between his paws giving him waves of pleasure, considering how much I squeezed around his ridiculously big rod. My voice was weak and desperate as I whimpered, all strength having left me and replaced with the addictive bliss he provided me : not only was he turning me into an addicted and desperate toy, but he was breaking me, giving such a climax, forcing so much pure pleasure out of me, that my mind was cracking.

When my orgasm would start to fade, his order would keep ringing into my mind, only for a new, fresh burst of cum to shoot out of my stiff length. I could not stop squirming in his grasp, yet could not take my eyes off him. He made sure the hypnosis was constant. I was clutching at his hand and arching my back, still whimpering and drooling while he coaxed a seemingly endless orgasm out of my poor body. The sensations he got out of my desperate twitching seemed to do the trick for him, as his tongue lolled out of his maw, his saliva dripping down to my face while he panted heavily, right before his own orgasm shot out inside me. More words appeared in my weakening mind...

Good boy...

I did not have the strength, nor the lucidity to reply. I simply smiled, a dumb, half-conscious smile, while feeling my belly slowly bulging out from the massive jets of cum that he was filling me with. His engorged knot, and every single inch of his shaft flexed to breed me, enough to impregnate a dozen females, so much so that despite being tied to me, some of the creamy liquid still escaped my body and started to ooze down my thighs. His massive sack sagged, churning out an absurd amount for me, yet honestly expected for a sex beast like him. With the position I was in, kneeling and arched back to keep eye contact with him, my stomach was visibly inflating. Lost in his own bliss, he had finally allowed my forced orgasm to end, and I was left quivering in his grasp, enjoying every powerful, and even audible throb of his breeding tool inside me.

About thirty seconds after he had started, as his massive length still throbbed and pumped thick globs inside my small body and turned me into a barely conscious, blissful mess, the Zoroark began to tug at my rear. Pushing me right back down again, face against the pile of clothes and holding my body as still as he could with his weight, he yanked his thick knot out of me, the huge quantity of cum helping lube myself up just enough that he managed to slide it out despite the size. In an instant, before I could even moan out from the flurry of sensations that assaulted my addled mind, I was flipped onto my back, my blurry vision struggling to focus on the towering silhouette of the feral beast above me.

He flopped his messy length on top of the Lucario's crotch, squeezing his claws around his knot and giving it short, tight strokes while his shaft throbbed more powerfully : his little, hypnotized victim now being positively showered with the liquid, his eyes vacant of any resistance or free will, his face expressing nothing but lustful abandon. Shot after shot, so long and thick that they reached the canine's face and landed in his open maw, making a mess of his cheeks, chest, belly. He aimed everywhere, with a grin, making sure to orgasm on every possible spot that he could. Marking his prey, forever. After having taken his mind, now, he was going to make sure everyone would know who he belonged to...

My perception of things was corrupted in the most unnatural way : unable to focus on what was in front of me, yet knowing perfectly what they were. Shapes were both blurry and sharp, small parcels of my field of vision becoming clear. The most important part. The massive, onyx-black shaft of the Zoroark, and each jet of his warm orgasm that I could feel landing powerfully all over my body.

I wasn't sure how long this lasted, but I knew it was enough for me to turn into a complete and utter mess. Things went fuzzy, fuzzier than normal. I wasn't too sure if he had hypnotized me to fall back asleep, or if my mind breaking, combined with the rough breeding I had been given, was screwing with my memory, too. In an experience I had not had before, I felt my mind wake up, or become conscious of my actions again an indeterminate amount of time after. The Zoroark was sitting down, and I was on all fours, leaning above his thigh with my paw on his knot. I could feel his hand petting my head, his deep murrs and growls as my body moved of its own accord, and I brought my maw to his tip. I found myself going down on his shaft, taking it inside my throat, feeling his girth stretch it out and make me gag : but I couldn't stop, and went all the way down to his knot, helped by a push from the fox's hand.

I didn't mind. I couldn't control myself, and he clearly was too big for my maw, but I felt blissful, relaxed. Putting both my paws on his thigh for balance, I sensed my body moving up and down, loud suckles rising in the air as the taste of cum filled my maw with a slight delay. Not much time had passed, I supposed, since here I was, cleaning the Zoroark's shaft. I didn't have much strength left, and soon the grip of his claws, long enough to almost wrap all the way around to my face, was all that kept my long motions going. Slowly moving up with a long and noisy suckle, then going down with all the sounds of gagging and gulping that went with taking a massive cock in a tiny throat, not at all made for such penetration. The pokémon's hand moving me up and down, slowly, like a mere toy, spreading his thighs and sighing above me. Sometimes, keeping me down, lips kissing at his knot while I swallowed over and over, the motions of my throat around him offering him a warm massage that made him shudder.

Some more time passed. I couldn't tell if he had gone on long enough to orgasm once more inside my throat, or if he had stopped beforehand. To be fair, I think my mind... broke, a little. There was no way for me to know why exactly, but I suspected the pokémon became a bit overzealous with his hypnosis. In the darkness of unconsciousness and lack of awareness, I'd sometimes see dim spiraling lights, and a sensation of warmth, tingly and prickly, surrounded me. Thoughts that weren't mine, words I wasn't prononcing, invaded my subconscious.

Then I woke up.

Not in a gasp, this time. Simply opening my eyes, as I felt a wave of cool wind wash over me, as if I had taken a hot drink, soreness and drowsiness rinced off with it. It didn't take me long to realize I was lying down against the large Zoroark, my back to him and my head resting on the thick, comfy fur of his chest. He was siting with his back against the wall, holding me possessively and stroking at my belly and chest, seemingly awake. I could feel gentle laps of his tongue on top of my head as well, preening my fur. To my left was the exit of the cave. Bright light emanated from the hole that formed the entrance. Daylight.

I turned my head to the side, and he answered my questioning gaze with a warm smile, his eyes half-lidded, his grip tightening around my body. I was sort of half-sitting, his thighs surrounding mine in an embrace that was both affectionate and deeply dominant, giving me time to get my bearings and wrack my brain for whatever had happened to me for however long had passed. I just let my head rest against him, and even found myself holding his paw. It was difficult to describe how I felt : I very much had my lucidity and was conscious of where I was, what happened before all my memories were jumbled, who I was. In short, the Zoroark hadn't scrambled anything important. But I did feel like my being had been pricked by a foreign needle and parts of it sown over with patches that belonged to that Zoroark, in subtle ways. I didn't feel panicked. I felt... good.

I also knew it was going to be time for me to leave.

"What... What happened?" I asked, a little stupidly.

Breed.

"I-I know that. How long has passed?"

Night.

"Alright, one night. I've... had worse. This is good."

I felt frustration swirl in my mind, his frustration at the words of having known worse. Mine. The word echoed powerfully. Possessively.

"Okay, okay big guy... Sorry. I don't remember much, you know. I think you went a little overboard with the spirals and such."

You., better than the others. Didn't completely break.

"Sure, but... It was fine, and felt good until it became too strong and I forgot everything, you know?" I continued, seeing him frown in a look of slight frustration and confusion.

"When I come back, I'll have to show you when to hold back on the hypnosis before it becomes too much."

The thought of coming back was so natural and normal to me that I didn't question why it was so for a few days. In that moment however, it was just my reality. I was going to come back, and be his all over again. I hadn't questioned why his thoughts had directly resonated into mine when I talked to him. Instead, I had just prepared to leave, already making plans in my mind of when I would go back to his cave, how I would show him when to cut back on the hypnosis so I could enjoy it all, too. The concept was probably foreign to him, of having his prey enjoy whatever he'd do to them. Or maybe his toy. Semantics, at this point. All he wanted was someone to use... But I could tell, what with our thoughts mingling so intimately, that there was something a little more than a dumb mindless beast here. Perhaps a hint of a desire for company? Or maybe I was projecting... It was hard to know.

My equipment was already there. I was also clean. The nearby lake had probably helped him clean me off of most of the mess while I was in my "not-really-there" state. He let me go, knowing that I would be back.

The last thing I heard in my mind before I walked out of the cave and into the forest was simple :

When you come back, you will meet my pack.