Hierarchy
So this was a commission for Rommey Winterlight, otherwise and elsewhere known as Romano2007.
Pretty cool guy.
The content is more than just a little rough, but hey, each to their own - enjoy it.
Produced by BRN.Quil for commissioner "romano2007" a.k.a Rommy; finished 15/01/2013 @ 2334H. Freely redistributable.
Male/Male; Hard Rape; Voyeurism; Force; Violence; Blood; Size Difference; Anatomical Correctness; Feral; Pokemon.
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The Furret let one more of the small, bitter Bluk berries slip to the back of his maw, the taste and texture of the black bead rolling across his slick tongue, before slowly disappearing down his throat. Lethargically, he shuffled... careful to not dislodge the quickly diminishing stack of berries he'd built on his belly, as he made himself a little more comfortable against the tree stump he rested against.
Already, his meal was starting to run out... but a slow chitter of approval broke the air, as the Furret quickly lapped at the edges of his maw, searching for a little more of that delicious Bluk juice.
Finding none, the Furret gazed at the three remaining berries he'd managed to scavenge, nestled in the thick and fluffy fur of his soft chest. The day was hot, and slow... it was barely past noon, and the south of Johto was seasonally warm - the shade of the trees easily protected him from the heat, but a cool breeze would still have been pleasant across his fur.
Picking the largest of the firm, bitter prizes from his chest, the critter giggled gently, bringing the Bluk up to his maw... and let it drop inside, suckling gently against it, eyes still settled on himself. He wiggled his hind legs a little... spreading them gently, as - finally! - a rare breeze stroked through the woods, caressing the leaves of the trees above him. Sunlight speckled through to touch the dusty ground, rolling over his furred body for a moment, as he leaned back to enjoy the feel of the wind against his rarely-exposed belly, through the fur of his long tail, slipping just between his hinds...
Snap.
The furret twisted, fearful instinct making him jump to readiness, rolling frantically onto all fours - before he blinked, mewling quietly as he saw the two remaining berries he'd collected, lying dirty on the ground. Wasted.
There was a rustling, and the Furret looked back; squeaking, and finding himself caught unawares - suddenly, snout-to-snout with a fox!
The Furret's eyes widened, a ear flicking fearfully; and the fox laughed, his bright green tongue rolling. The fox wasn't much bigger than him, the Furret realised; he had to flee!
"Hallo!", trilled the young fox.
Rommy, the happy hunter-fox, grinned. The Furret was silent, its breath starting to race; taking a step back - hearing the crease and cracking of leaves, as the fox's hind claws dug into the floor-fallen foliage. The golden-red-furred fox's hinds tensed; it was going to pounce-!
The fox leapt forwards, grabbing at his fearful prey. His green pawpads stretched out, grasping at the Furret-creature's slender, furred body...
... and caught nothing but empty air, as lightning-speed reactions equipped the Furret to dive aside, whipping Rommy's muzzle with the creature's thick tail. Growling furiously, the fox rolled; picking himself up onto his paws again with youthful vigour, after landing askew. He shook his snout free of leaves, and tensed up, ready to chase after the Pokemon-
Gragh-!
Blinking in the sunlight, he could see two creatures, now. Barking in frustration, Rommy realised the Furret had split its image.
The strange Pokemon creatures of this world had insane and incredible powers, like Double Team. And as Rommy stared at the two Furrets standing apart, each of them braced and ready for Rommy's challenge, he realised that the effect of Double Team right now was making it impossible to work out which Furret was the real one!
The adolescent fox tilted its head, annoyed; then bristled up again, readying himself for the chase. His hinds twitched, paws digging into the ground - and the golden fox dived forwards, leaping at one of the Furret-mirages- his green paws outscretched, reaching to grasp at the creature...
and bashed painfully into a tree stump, as the image disappeared, revealing the trap behind it.
Furret squeaks of fear, and the fox's squeaks of pain, rang out loudly as Rommy collapsed in pain; the pitter-patter of sprinting paws diminishing into the forest stillness, as the real Furret fled.
Rommy slumped to his side, holding his paws over his snout, massaging the bruise forming there - ears flicking oddly as he tried to deal with the headache he had given himself.
Preoccupied, he didn't hear the stealthy paw-pads press against the earth, stalking closer and closer to him, until it was too late.
An Umbreon, a black-furred quadraped with large ears and a yellow ring adorning his forehead, strode slowly, confidently out from behind a hollybush, padding directly in front of the fox with an easy confidence. A golden neckerchief hanging around his neck rippled like silk - and so did his voice, as the Umbreon taunted, calling out, gesturing to the fox.
"Hey, Casey -- look what we have here."
Rommy twitched, picking himself up painfully. He looked at the black creature, feeling a small twinge as he realised the creature was larger than himself.
He held one paw over his snout, trying to massage away the pain.
Maybe him and the Umbreon would make a great hunting team -? With the two of them hunting, there was no way that Furret would get away twice!
Rommy would just have to convince him...
Sliding his paw down from his snout, he held it out, offering to shake the Umbreon's paw.
"C-Casey? I'm not Casey. I'm Rommy. Hello!"
"Not you," spat a darker, grating voice, from right behind the fox.
Rommy leapt around, standing side-on, as his gaze swept up to examine the new arrival - a taller, bulkier Absol; the white-furred canine's strong legs padding quietly towards the young fox, as a large, curved, keratine spike pushed out from the side of his head, towering above the strong gaze in the creature's deep eyes; both of which glared down at the small fox.
"O-oh!", trilled the young fox. "W-well... hiya, guys-- !"
Rommy began to feel uncomfortable, as the taller Absol, Casey, pressed forwards into his personal space. The young fox took a small step backwards, his hindlegs starting to feel weak - why was he so afraid? Surely these two creatures weren't going to hurt him. He hadn't done anything wrong, right?
But... still the young fox felt insecure. There was nothing funny about the sly smirk on Casey's maw, or in the powerful steps he took, pressing himself into the fox's shadow. From either side, the two Dark-type creatures advanced towards him. Rommy swallowed... he could feel it, now. Malevolence swelled in the thick, warm air; the two creatures were planning something.
As Rommy stepped further back, the two creatures walked in front of him, pushing him back a further- - until suddenly, the large Absol pounded his paw into the dirt. His gravelly voice rang out once more, making the fox twitch...
"Fox, your name is Rommy. My name is Casey. I own this land..."
The yellow ring on the Umbreon's forehead burned brightly in a flash, and suddenly - with astonishing and frightening totality - Rommy found himself paralysed.
His ears would not move. His breath wouldn't draw. His paws were stuck fast, glued to the earth. Worst of all, he couldn't move his eyes away from Casey's furious gaze - couldn't even close his eyelids, as the bright red irises seemed to burn down at the fox.
"I punish those found hunting on my land." finished the Absol, before calling to his friend.
"Marth..."
The smaller Umbreon leapt forwards, padding proudly to stand beside the larger Casey - staring down at Rommy, as his head-ring flashed ominously, smirking.
Marth's ears perked up, as he stared down at the terrified, paralysed fox -- waiting for a command. "What's up, Casey?"
"Pick him up for me."
"My pleasure, boss."
Suddenly, Rommy felt himself released from the paralytic hold. Desperate to breathe, he took a welcome drag of air - and then stared down at his front-left paw, as a pain started to build up in it. A smoldering purple aura was forming around the base, singing like harsh fire; the fox yelped, and suddenly the floor disappeared beneath his body, and rushed away - falling beneath him!
Yanked upwards by his own green paw, he hung in the sky; his shoulder seemed to rip from its socket as he flew many times his own height above the ground; and with each lurching heartbeat, his paw burned and singed hotter -- the shocking pain flaring through his nervous system, making him whine and cry, the sound dying in the air of the forest canopy.
His free paws flailed at empty air, fear making his breathing heavy and harsh; his tail dangled uselessly between his hind-legs, as his heavy body hung beneath him, and with nothing but the fire in his paw holding him up!
He screamed and cried, the tumultuous pain washing over him like cruel waves, as the dark fire seemed to incinerate the nerves of his soft, green paw- the cruel laughing of the two Umbreons far beneath him meshing with his own furiously inflamed cries-
Marth's ears twitched, and Rommy felt his paw dragged downwards- his body lurching over itself, then yanked upwards again - twirling in a circle. The force was straining his very joints, sinew aching... the fox was a toy in the air; the strains stabbing on top of the burning pain in his paw that suddenly yanked downwards once more, powering down towards the earth-
Crumpling, the fox pile-drove into the ground, his front paw slamming into the dirt and twisting violently as his body collapsed on top of it. The creature's twin laughter - Marth's silky tones, and Casey's gravelly, throaty guffaws - clashed against the bone-crunch of Rommy's paw, and the young fox's blasting cry of pain rang in the air.
Moments passed, and the fox lay quietly; whining softly, desperately trying not to provoke the sociopathic Pokemon. His body twitched, aching with sharp and bursting pain and exhaustion - his devastated paw strained at a bizarre, unnatural angle below him, the pain overpowering the crying fox.
All he could see, as he lay crumpled on his side, was the Absol - the white canine laughing, as he stared right down at the fox once more.
"Marth..." Another chuckle from the Absol. "Mmm... he's yours."
The fox panted, almost too weak to resist, almost giving up. If he was to become prey, would they finish him quickly? Would it hurt?
He could feel Marth's paws against his body, gripping him - trailing around his thighs.
"H-hey!" protested the fox, and Rommy kicked out, his green paw lashing into the Umbreon's chest -- winding his attacker.
"Oof-", whined Marth, before growling. His paws grabbed the fox's body roughly, squeezing at the fur and flesh beneath, before rolling the fox over - Rommy's injured paw slamming into the dirt once more, making him cry out as that evil pain lanced into his system again.
Lying on his back, Rommy could see the Umbreon standing over him - - and a pink tip poking from a swollen sheath beneath Marth's hinds, poking at Rommy's white-furred belly. Already, the fox could see with horror, the Umbreon's fluids leaking onto his chest, smearing into his fur- and he started flailing, fighting back, trying to force the Umbreon off him --!
"No, no, no-! NO! Get off-! Pleas- urfk-!"
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The Umbreon's forehead ring flashed yet again, and the Dark-type quadraped grinned; Rommy felt himself paralysed once more, unable to draw a breath; only able to stare at his captor.
The Umbreon's paws shifted the fox's hinds, yanking his legs open. The fox was unable to fight back, and the grim horror of the situation made Rommy feel sick - he was unable to speak, unable to breathe, unable to move...
Using his paws to roughly jar the fox's legs apart, Marth leant forward, pressing his belly against the fox's, as the Absol sat on his hinds, watching the two creatures. Rommy could only watch - stare - as his eyes refused to shut, his paralysed neck unable to look away... even as the Umbreon's muzzle dragged against his, the dark-type Pokemon's tongue slipping between his lips, grinding disgustingly against the fox's green tongue, pushing into his muzzle-
Pushing further into the kiss, the Umbreon's jaw bumped against his in a false, mocking show of affection. The sound of laughter made the show into a cruelty; and Rommy ached to clamp down, bite and tear the Umbreon off him - - but the paralysis locked him still, the warmth of his muzzle encasing Marth's tongue; his sensitive lips feeling the touch of the muscle...
The need to breathe was building in the fox's chest, and his injured paw stung and ached; his jarred thighs held stiff by the Umbreon's own thighs, and the sickeningly hard canine shaft probing into the fluff of his belly smeared and slickened his flesh. The sound of shlicking as Marth's thick cock ground himself against the fur on the fox's belly, sticky from seed, was all-too clear, and Rommy's feeling of sickness for the Umbreon swelled into a flare in his chest.
As Marth's eyes locked with his again, the Umbreon's forehead-ring glowed brightly once more - heat flowing black through Rommy's body as the paralysis faded. The fox twitched, held down by the Umbreon's strong and heavy body - growling up at Marth, as the Umbreon cocked an ear, chuckling with that silky voice, and raised a paw above Rommy's chest, bucking into his chest with his hips, sliding his malehood against the fox's groin, pushing sheath against sheath...
Rommy desperately powered upwards, bending to try and snap around Marth's neck with his jaws, as Marth's raised paw slammed powerfully down - colliding with the wrist of the young fox's devestated paw, the crunch of muscle and bone under the flesh and fur turning Rommy's attempted bite into a splitting howl of pain.
"Bitch. You think you can surprise me?", grinned Marth, his voice disarming and cold; whispering against Rommy's ear, as the fox could feel the Umbreon's shaft and sheath thick and warm against his jammed-open thighs - probing against Rommy's sheath in a manner that made the fox shudder...
"N-no...", squeaked the young vulpine. "No..."
As the silent Absol watched, smirking, Marth pressed himself close to the crying fox, dragging his tongue once more across the fox's face -- before ramming the bent knee of his hind-thigh into Rommy's crotch.
The youthful fox's yell was silenced quickly, as Marth followed through - stamping onto the fox's throat with a powerful jab of his paw.
Dragging that paw back down roughly along Rommy's chest, the fox's white fur scraping beneath the Umbreon's clawed paw, the spluttered coughs and weakening whining of the beaten fox beneath him seemed to only please Marth - the Umbreon's paw swinging into Rommy's belly, again and again; and as Rommy seemed to crumple further, whining and pleading, the Umbreon's paw glowed a dark purple - - and swung in a powerful arc, slamming into the fox's cheek with chilling power.
"Gonna give up the fight?!", barked Marth. "Gonna resist any longer? Make it easy on yourself!"
As Rommy struggled to splutter out words, his crumpled throat unable to spit a word, Marth felt the fox's paw flump down against the ground - - the fox was just too weak to fight back. Finally.
Huffing and panting in a heavy, lusty, angst, Marth pressed himself close to the fox-creature, his fully-engorged shaft pulsing against Rommy's thighs - - pushing himself forwards as the fox's tail was shoved aside by the larger creature's seed-slick manhood. Nudging against the fox's entrance, Marth watched with a sadistic smile as tears slid from under the golden fox's closed eyes, pouring from the pretty green irises beneath.
"You don't even know pain...", he warned, chillingly. "Casey-!"
As Marth pushed his shaft against the fox's rump- his canid tip, already mixed with fluid, pushing aside the fox's tail through a powerful thrust, nudging at the warm hole beneath - the large Absol padded forwards. Rommy could feel Marth pushing right inside his body, as the Umbreon started to claim his behind - the fox's tight walls squeezing around Marth's tip, making the defeated fox cry a crushed whine of total defeat - his entrance almost splitting, painfully stretching to take the Umbreon - on the brink of tearing, as the untrained fox was plowed inside.
Marth's forepaws ground roughly into Rommy's ribs as the Absol's paw pushed against the fox's snout, forcing Rommy's into the dirt. Casey chuckled, rocking his paw against the side of the fox's face; sealing Rommy's muzzle shut as his snout dug into the earth and leaves.
Rommy found it hard to breathe, unable to move; the two strong Pokemon kept him pinned in place - - Marth's pushes and pulls dragging his shaft roughly against the small walls inside him, each push in as unbearable as each push out. He swore he could feel the heat of blood- the metallic tang smelled like the earth beneath his abused snout, even as he could feel his behind starting to stretch around the knot of the Umbreon's shaft-!
Marth let the fox stretch around the thickest portions of his shaft before yanking himself out from the fox's body - and Rommy could feel himself stretching, splitting and crying, pain wracking his pinned body, making his belly and forepaws twitch, trying to fight back - - but there was nothing he could do as the Umbreon began to hump with even more force, his thighs split apart and held in place by the Umbreon's own legs, his neck and throat bared open as Casey held his muzzle into the dirt; that broken paw limply distorted against the soil...
The bulb of Marth's shaft seemed to swell even more as the Umbreon growled loudly, leaning forwards - clamping his jaw around Rommy's shoulder, directly by his bared neck. His powerful thighs pushed up and down, grinding the Umbreon's manhood against the whining, bruised and twitching fox's inner walls, and the knot was unbearable - slamming down against his entrance, stretching the fox's thighs nearly to breaking point as Marth struggled to force it powerfully inside - on the cusp of sealing the shaft into the smaller, young fox's body; but yanking himself out just short of tying, dragging the sex out as long as he could manage, breaking the fox's spirit with each slam.
"You want it...", he growled into the fox's shoulder, clamped painfully inside the Umbreon's muzzle.
hump-
"You want it all... slut..."
Marth began to growl, his teeth digging further against the fox's flesh - bucking, slamming, pushing into the humps that drove Rommy's body against the dirt - - and with a final, incredible stretch, as Rommy screamed into his sealed maw, Marth's knot pushed inside- driving his shaft even deeper into the fox's body, digging into his belly!
Marth could feel himself pulsing, seed leaking from his victim's body as his orgasm overtook him; ferality ensuing his body as his teeth split the fox's flesh, drawing blood from the mating hold - humping into the fox's body even with the tied knot in place, those final, thick few inches of flesh demanding satisfaction as even the furred tip of his sheath poked at the fox's devestated rump. But slowly, the panting breaths calmed the Umbreon down, and he looked down at the crying, tearful fox - as Casey finally let go of Rommy's muzzle, allowing the fox to draw breath, and whine his defeated cries.
Rommy simply cried, silently. The Umbreon's massive shaft was buried fully inside him, nudging and stretching at his belly; the knot that had destroyed the resistance in his rump lodged inside, made slick with the flow of seed that still leaked from his entrance, making his thighs slick.
Marth panted happily, leaning down to the fox.
Smirking victoriously, he dragged his tongue across the fox's nose, tapping the thin muscle against one of Rommy's twitching ears, before - suddenly - yanking backwards - - pulling inches and inches of shaft from the fox's body, stretching his rump around the thick bulb of the knot and pulling himself free in a yanking pull; spraying seed from the fox's taken body, and letting his full shaft hang out between his legs as the fox crumbled in sheer agony, his maw spreading open in silent pain.
Through the rushing roars of pain flowing through him, he could barely hear Marth's whisper.
"Bitch. We'll be coming back. You had better be gone."
The fox's eyes cracked open, pain racking his taken body. Marth stepped onto the fox's ribs- dragging his still-leaking shaft against the fox's belly-fur, slickening him with seed; marking the fox with his scent; Rommy whimpered meekly, unable to fight back.
The last thing the fox could see, as Marth padded over to his dusty, golden neckerchief; swishing the dirt from it, before his psychic touch tied it back around his neck, and hearing his silky laughter floating through the forest, was Casey's tail.
The giant Absol padded to catch out with Marth; seconds ticking by, as the pair almost disappeared into the forest
Finally, the Absol turned to look down at the golden fox. Their eyes locked.
His psychic voice, as gravelly as the real thing, rang in Rommy's mind.
"Be thankful. It could have been me you had to handle. And Marth knows nothing of force."