Desert Plains
Desert Plains
By: Rakuen Growlithe
Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon. This story contains sexual scenes and should not be read by people under the age of 18 or if you find such material offensive.
AN: Not exactly light reading but hey. It's a fantasy of mine, well the fantasy's not as harsh but still this is the general idea. It was also written in just one day. It's been ages since I've actually sat down and written like this, so well done to me. Also there's not much of a storyline so don't point that out as a negative point. This was never intended to have a plot, merely describe a situation, which I think it does pretty well. Hope you enjoy. Thank you to Mew Sands for betaing.
Arcanine was angry. It had been almost two weeks since he had last found a pokemon to mate with and he was sick of waiting. He wasn't going to waste another day by remaining celibate, he was going to take someone, whether they wanted it or not.
The large, red dog exited his den, a cave in the mountainside, and made his way downhill. It was a hot day and he held his head high, filled with energy. His bright eyes flicked back and forth over the landscape, the elevation of his den allowing him a perfect opportunity to scout out his surroundings before descending to the flat ground.
The arcanine was the largest pokemon in a long distance and it was unlikely that anyone would challenge him. He was also a loner, venturing from his solitude only to find food or sex. He lived on the rough plains that bordered a large desert and so the dry environment was mostly favoured by small groups of fire, ground and rock pokemon.
The best place to find another pokemon would be to lie in wait at one of the water supplies, but then he'd have more trouble in getting someone if they were with their pack. He decided that moving around until he found a lone scout or lost pokemon would be far better.
*****
A short distance away the air thudded rhythmically with the sound of paws on the hard, sandy ground. There was a short skid as the owner of the paws stiffened his legs and slid along the dust until he stopped. The houndour scout raised his muzzle and sniffed the air, giving a snort of frustration.
"Not a breath of wind," he sighed, shaking his head.
Resigning himself to a longer-than-normal trip the houndour scout began his easy run again. His shimmering black fur was stretched tightly over his fit body, trained by spending days running through the heat for his alpha. Along his body the fur was broken by grey outgrowths of solid bone, providing an effective defensive shield in a fight.
*****
Arcanine's sensitive ears pricked up as he heard the sounds of falling stones and something large sliding. He paused where he was, at the foot of a hill, hidden from site by a copse. He could tell that something was approaching in a most unorthodox fashion and so he wasn't prepared to reveal himself just yet.
The houndour was at that very moment the one sliding down the hill, his body held low on a large strip of bark he'd found. After a short run up and a jump onto the bark he'd started his exhilarating trip down the side of the hill. He gave a howl of joy, jumping off as the bark crumpled from the sudden change from sloped to flat. Houndour rolled a short distance, coughing as he disappeared in a cloud of dust.
Arcanine stepped back in surprise as the houndour shook himself off, congratulating himself on the idea. He'd never seen a pokemon do anything like that and so he gave a closer look at the smaller dog. He was definitely good-looking and the arcanine was already bored of wandering around for a partner so without a second thought he pounced.
Houndour yelped in surprise, his eyes going wide as he was forced flat on the ground and he felt another's hot breath on the back of his neck.
"If you do what I tell you, you'll be fine. If you try to fight me you'll get some major injuries by the time I'm done with you," growled Arcanine.
Houndour squirmed in a vain attempt to crawl out from under the large canine, who was slowly shifting his position to gain a better hold of his catch.
"You can't do this to me!" protested Houndour, "I'm a member of the Blackfire pack. If you hurt me you'll have to deal with everyone."
"Oh no I won't," replied Arcanine, "You're all alone. A cocky little scout. You think you're fast enough to escape danger but that makes you overconfident. Overconfident enough to indulge in stupid little games and lose your awareness of your surroundings. And you're not going to tell your pack about me anyway, because you're going to promise to never speak of this again."
"I won't! You'll be punished for whatever it is you're planning," the houndour growled back.
"Either agree or die," offered Arcanine, his jaws closing around the black pokemon's neck.
Houndour tried harder to get away but with no success and constantly feeling the arcanine's jaws grow tighter around his neck.
"Alright, alright," he whined, flattening his ears against his skull, "I'll let you do what you want."
Arcanine growled a bit more, his teeth pressing painfully into the houndour's flesh.
"And I won't tell anyone," added the dual dark and fire type.
The arcanine smirked and moved his grip to just include the scruff of the houndour and picked the pokemon clear off of the ground.
Houndour whined softly to himself as he was carried away by the arcanine. He was unable to relax with all the stress placed on his body but it didn't actually hurt him and it stimulated his body to release various compounds into his blood.
The chemicals calmed him and reinforced his submissive side, not that he could've done anything to resist anyway,(...) the arcanine was around three times his size and far stronger.
*****
"What do you want with me anyway?" asked the houndour as he swayed from side to side while Arcanine climbed up the slope to his den.
The arcanine chuckled but couldn't answer with the smaller dog's fur in his mouth. He shook himself off just in front of the den door, shedding the dust that collected in his beautiful fur and making the houndour yelp in pain. Arcanine continued into the cave, blinded at first while their eyes adjusted to the low light conditions.
Houndour's nose wrinkled up and his ears flattened at the scent in the den. The arcanine's smell was strong and everywhere, mixed with his heavy musk and the fading scents of other pokemon. He suddenly felt the pressure on the back of his neck disappear and flailed his limbs as he fell down.
"Yargh! What is this?" he cried out, landing and slipping in an almost dried puddle of cum, the remains of Arcanine's attempts to relieve himself that morning.
He shuddered as he realised what it was and skirted away from it, growling as it remained stuck to his fur.
"It's not all that bad," smirked Arcanine, keeping himself between his victim and the door, "If you don't like it you can always lick yourself clean."
Houndour snarled at the striped pokemon, "That's not going to happen."
Arcanine shrugged, "Suit yourself. I'm not in the mood to play around anyway. Bend over and raise that stub that you call a tail."
"What!" exclaimed Houndour, "Are you insane?"
Arcanine's chest rumbled as he growled, the menacing sound echoing throughout the cave and being amplified.
"What I am is losing my patience," he stated coldly, "Now do as your told or I'll make you."
The pure fire-type bared his white teeth threateningly. With an unhappy whine Houndour bent over, raising his arse in the air.
Arcanine leant down behind the presenting houndour, pressing his nose up against the other male's rear and taking a sniff. He gave a quiet murr before his tongue slid out his muzzle and began to gently stroke the houndour's puckered hole, leaving his pink flesh wet with saliva.
Houndour's whole body trembled as he felt the tongue on his entrance, having no doubts as to what the arcanine had wanted him for. As Arcanine forced his tongue into Houndour's rump the smaller dog gave a soft moan, tears forming as he found the action to feel good for him and his sheath swelled up slightly.
"Just give in to it," advised Arcanine, "It'll be a lot easier."
Houndour shook his head, refusing to enjoy it. He was only doing it to avoid being hurt.
"I hope that's enough," muttered Arcanine, mostly to himself, as he withdrew his tongue from Houndour's butt.
The next thing Houndour sensed was the large body of the arcanine towering over him and being lowered until they touched. He could feel Arcanine's sheath pressing against his back, swollen and eager for what was going to happen.
Arcanine began to rub along Houndour's back, murring deeply as he found the smooth ridge of bone, using it to press more firmly on his sheath, easing his cock out.
As it emerged the large canine cock brought a strong musk with it, the scent staining Houndour's fur causing the smaller pokemon to cough. The smell was almost overpowering and Houndour's eyes widened as he felt the length of the penis that was pressed up against him.
"Th.. that can't fit in me," he whined, shivering with fear, "You'll tear something. You can't!"
Houndour tried to bolt but Arcanine quickly caught him by the back of his neck and held him in place, growling loudly until the dark pokemon stopped struggling.
"You're more stretchy down there than you think," Arcanine assured him, though the growling tone was not at all comforting.
With surprising flexibility Arcanine took up his grip of his victim's neck once more while at the same time positioning his cock at Houndour's star-shaped opening.
Arcanine pressed against the opening gently then relaxed, repeating the movement a few times until his cock began too ooze out it's watery pre-cum. The sex fluid trickled down Houndour's tail hole and over his balls before it dripped on the floor. Once the pre was there Arcanine wasted no more time and in a single motion shoved the first half of his cock into Houndour's virgin rear.
Houndour gave aloud yelp of pain as Arcanine's thick member forced it's way inside his body, stretching the tight sphincter wide over the throbbing red flesh. He whimpered loudly, squirming in place, impaled by the large dog's dick and held by his jaws, as his arse burned fiercely. He could smell the other male's scent smothering him, his pre dripping into his tunnel and his thick drool matting the fur on the back of his neck.
The lightning-striped dog just groaned into his victim's neck. He thought nothing of taking the poor pokemon's virginity, only savouring the tightness that it provided him. Slowly Arcanine eased himself out until just the tip of his cock remained, murring as Houndour's hole hugged his exiting cock. He pushed in a second time,this time feeding more of his meat into the waiting orifice.
Luckily for Houndour, Arcanine had already inserted the thickest part of his rod, bar the knot, and now it was only the length that was causing problems. With each thrust Arcanine seemed to have more and Houndour groaned, wondering if there would ever be an end. His insides ached as they were shoved by the large column of flesh, his prostate glowing, however, and coaxing his own cock to reluctantly slide out of its hiding place.
Arcanine closed his eyes in bliss as he humped the smaller pokemon trapped beneath his body. He completely ignored the whimpers and yelps, focusing on his own moans of satisfaction. It had been too long since he had felt warm flesh engulfing his member. Pleasure buzzed throughout his being, his pre keeping the tunnel slick and easy to penetrate. Just beyond Houndour's entrance, Arcanine could feel his knot beginning to expand as he came closer to the release he so greatly desired. He began to grind it up against Houndour's backside, tormenting the dog but well aware that he only had so long before he wouldn't be able to insert it without seriously injuring him.
Houndour shook his head, sobbing as he felt the knot press up against his hole. It wasn't at it's full girth yet already he couldn't imagine it even making it inside, but then again he could barely believe that he'd taken the arcanine's full length already. He didn't want to imagine how the knot would feel,he'd already been in pain the entire time and his cock dribbling its pre on the floor disgusted him. He winced as Arcanine began to push more insistently and, as the large fire dog withdrew, he felt something trickle down his legs, somehow he just knew that it was blood.
Giving a growl Arcanine thrust forward, lifting Houndour's back end off of his feet and plunging his full length, including the growing knot into the unfortunate scout. Ignoring the almost unbearably loud howl of pain he started pumping short and fast. His knot swelling to its full size, pressing heavily against the walls of Houndour's rectum, sealing the tunnel off completely. Releasing Houndour's neck, Arcanine threw his own head up in a howl of victory and pleasure, his cock shuddering inside its tight confines and spewing out thick, hot arcanine seed.
Houndour writhed in pain, unable to get away, even with Arcanine no longer holding his neck. The knot had him fast, his body straining to contain the huge swelling and as the cum flooded into his body with nowhere to go Houndour swore he would explode. Luckily for him he was stronger than that and instead his belly merely swelled with cum and stretched out, the skin taut. He panted heavily, finding it hard to breathe and even when he did hating it as he could smell the unwanted mating everywhere.
For a short time Arcanine lay there on his side, not saying nor doing anything, but after that he spoke.
"I'm going to get a drink," he said, "And I'll drop you off by the waterhole."
Houndour didn't reply, his body exhausted and sore. He thought he had longer to wait though as the arcanine's knot was still rock hard, and would probably remain that way for at least a quarter of an hour.
Arcanine ignored the fact that he was still tied to his victim, rolling them both onto their bellies before he stood up to his full height. He'd been crouched down the entire time that he'd been raping Houndour and now that he was at his full height the smaller pokemon was pulled up by his rump.
Houndour meeped in shock as he felt Arcanine rise and the knot in his rear start to tug firmly. His head went from side to side as he tried in vain to think of something he could do. Before he could figure anything out it was too late and he felt his paws leave the ground, first his hind paws and then his forepaws. His eyes went whine and he winced, finding himself dangling from the arcanine's massive knot between his legs. He could just manage to reach the ground if he pointed straight down as if he were doing a handstand and didn't hesitate to use that to lessen the pull on his tail hole.
Arcanine stretched, cracking a few joints, before he walked out of his den, seemingly oblivious to Houndour's predicament.
*****
Houndour scrabbled on the ground as Arcanine just walked as if nothing were out of the ordinary. Each time he fell behind or slipped he yelped as the knot yanked him up, never letting him go. Houndour's muzzle was moist with tears and that meant that all of the dirt kicked up by Arcanine stuck to his face, and with his paws doing their best to hold his weight he had no way to clean up.
After more than he thought he could take, Houndour slipped again but this time there was a loud pop and Arcanine's knot slipped free. Houndour yelped as he fell face-first onto the hard ground. Whimpering he raised himself up slightly, Arcanine didn't even look back.
Panting heavily Houndour dragged himself through the sand until he was under a bush, where he curled up. His arse was still aching, his hole too stretched to close yet, Arcanine's cum slowly started to seep out. The scent of cum was all he could smell, his eyes red from crying, sand coated his face and his muzzle was full of grit. He flattened his ears and just cried.
The End