The small raccoon bathed giddily in the chilly stream. Baths at home were never as fun as skinny dips in the streams and ponds around the woods.

She rubbed dirt and sweat out of her yellow and pink fur. Her nipples, pink and pert on the smooth plane of her chest, were stiff as much from the chill as from the excitement. She and her Vaporeon, a creature she had not nicknamed but who she loved immensely, had made an excellent day of training. It culminated in a victory against another trainer - a mean boy one year her senior who she sent home crying.

The Vaporeon watched close by, seated at the shore, studying his trainer and watching for danger. When the girl waddled back to land, he padded close to her and nuzzled her leg. His way of greeting her.

"You were so good today," Saki cooed. She leaned down and smooched him between the eyes big and wet: [i]mmmwah![/i] Then she giggled and bounced over to her things, most notably her pile of clothes. Nine years old and already a skilled trainer, Saki had a number of Pokemon - but her Vaporeon was her first and her favorite. Their bond, she believed, was unbreakable.

What Saki did not realize was how her Pokemon looked at her. Her nude body enticed him, her young age no deterrent. He nuzzled her wide bottom, nipped it. Saki giggled riotously. She wasn't taking the situation seriously.

"Quit it," she tittered.

Then the Vaporeon knocked her into the grass. She fell with a shriek, scraped her knee on a water-polished rock and began to cry.

"Stop it, you hurt me!"

The Vaporeon stepped over top of her and ground his knotted cock against her bottom. It throbbed outside of its sheath, a fat purple shaft of no small width. He bit the girl's neck and growled, asserting dominance the raccoon at once understood. She was virginal but not innocent; Saki knew about sex and she understood the growl, the bite. Her Pokemon was in control of her.

"Don't. Don't!" Saki whimpered, but the Vaporeon was hungry. He pushed into his trainer's virgin pussy rudely, gouged open her young pink walls, rammed through her hymen and sent blood spilling out of her.

Saki screamed. Her tears fell not for her knee but her dignity. "No, don't! [i]Don't!"[/i] she bawled, but the Pokemon bit her again and left bloody punctures on her neck. Saki squeaked and whined. She clawed at the dirt, useless with fear, mired in the dreadful sensation of betrayal.

The Vaporeon pushed deeper, harder, until his knot bumped her blood-streaked labia. Then he began to rut her, the muscular legs of a natural swimmer making for mighty sexual locomotion. He growled lowly, softly to Saki, speaking to her of his dominance, telling her she belonged to him. The fact was that Saki, for all her skill as a trainer, did not have the badges necessary to control her Vaporeon. He had simply stopped respecting her and saw her now as beneath him - to be fucked, raped.

"Ow, owww, please," blubbered Saki, her toes curling from the pain. She clawed through the dirt, writhed in the grass, stained her fur green with its hue. "I love you, don't do this to me..."

The love, the treats, the hugs and kisses when he did well and the urgent care when he failed - none mattered to the sexually mature Vaporeon. To him this squealing little girl was nothing but a hole to breed. He bucked into her with all his strength, a not insignificant force especially when applied against a small child.

Saki's doughy body wobbled and jiggled as the Vaporeon's rape dragged on. Her bottom especially shook like gelatin; Saki's plumpness went far beyond baby fat. Despite daily exercise, she was a thick girl. One day she would be a beautiful and shapely woman but for now she was all fat rolls, thick thighs and pudgy buttocks her best features by far.

Her roundness was no concern to the Vaporeon. He cared only for her smell, her female stink which told him she should be bred, and breed her was just what he did. His knot thudded into her vulva, hitting it like a fist and bruising the delicate lips. Blood smeared the folds. It spread onto the Vaporeon's cock like jelly and added a coppery stench to the smell of sex.

"Don't put that inside of me-e-e," blubbered Saki. She tried to drag herself out of the way of her Pokemon.

What little ground she gained was undone when he stepped over her and bit her again. His teeth sank deep into her shoulder and she screamed into the forest, scattering birdlike Pokemon from the branches. Nobody was around to hear her wails. She was alone with the Pokemon she'd once trusted with her life.

The foxlike Pokemon rutted Saki with motions known by instinct, not practice. The pleasure was rising, balls tightening and knot swelling. He released Saki's shoulder and licked the wounds but also hooked a paw over her opposite shoulder to keep her still. His huffs were soft, small growls laced into them. Saki's whining and blubbering was less than an annoyance to him; he ignored the noises she uttered. All he cared about was the sex.

"No, no, no-o-o," whimpered the young raccoon. Her insides felt the way her knees sometimes did when she scraped them. A raw, burning feeling, but there was also an itch to it. Twinges of especially sharp pain coaxed bleating cries from her. She felt things which would have been erotic had she been older and not so snug.

The knot ground against her young folds, spreading them apart imperceptibly more with each grind. It was like water wearing down a boulder, the process unimaginably slow, but the water would eventually wash it down to a smooth pebble. The Vaporeon's knot, bulbous and varicose, socked against Saki repetitively. The Pokemon's scrotum swung low, fat with semen ready to be unleashed. His breathing quickened, huffing against her neck, washing over punctures oozing hot blood.

Saki nuzzled into the grass, snuffling and sniffing. Her eyes were puffy and red. She murmured, "I love you. I love you..."

The Pokemon hunkered over his ineffectual trainer. Like when he streamlined his body for quick swimming, he was making himself slimmer, putting down the fins on his head. His humping quickened and became markedly more vicious as a consequence. Saki bleated in pain yet said nothing more. Even she could see how meaningless her words were. Her mind drifted to an escape fantasy - putting him back into his Pokeball, tossing it away, giving up Pokemon training forevermore.

The Vaporeon nibbled one of her round ears. It flickered, seeming to submit. Saki whined, "Don't bite, please!" He did not bite but instead laid his head over hers. Once his soft, scaly body had been a delight to her, a comfort to hug and cuddle. He had once been like her teddy bear in spite of his texture. Now she despised him. Her [i]thing[/i] hurt, was gummy was blood, and mommy and daddy had told her nobody was ever to touch her there. She knew the correct term was [i]vagina[/i] but that didn't change the fact that it was her [i]thing.[/i] Just like her Vaporeon was hurting her with his [i]thing.[/i]

"Please-, ple-e-ease..."

Ruthless sex going on and on for what seemed like Saki to be an eternity. Her Pokemon's hot, short breaths, the slap of his taut body against her fat bottom, the rustle of leaves in the trees and prairie Pokemon in the grass. The moment was carved into her memory, every smell and sight and sound, and she would lock it in the vault of her mind and never dare tell anybody, least of all mommy and daddy.

The Vaporeon's breathing took on a haggard note. He was not losing his stamina but his composure. His beady black eyes closed and his tail swished. He was pushing into Saki with all the might he had to offer, mighty legs working overtime to grind the bulb of his knot into her loins. Her blood wept around his cock. The pointed tip of his penis jabbed her cervix, causing Saki exquisite lances of pain which she gasped in response to, her winces indistinguishable from cries of sexual ecstasy.

With a final heaving push, the Vaporeon sunk the knot and gouged Saki open with fresh new brutality. The girl's scream split the idyllic day, sending bird Pokemon again flapping from the roosts they had only just returned to. She blubbered and wailed and screamed like a toddler in the grip of a tantrum. She bled not from the ruined membrane of her hymen and a pair of jagged rips in the top of the bottom edges of her vagina's opening. Her cervix burned. It felt as if a fire had been lit deep inside of her. And then the Vaporeon, huffing and snarling, came inside of her. The saline mess of semen entered the wounds in her sex, stinging raw nerves in microscopic tears and plainly visible rips all the same.

Saki screamed until she was out of breath. She tried to scream some more but her throat was raw and painful the way her young vagina was. She ground her face petulantly into the grass and sobbed, whining under her breath, "I hate you, bad Pokemon, you're bad, I hate you!"

The Pokemon cared little. He was satisfied, his primal lust sated for the moment. He had bred and that was what mattered. In time he turned around and stood ass to ass with his trainer, his knot plugging her up, keeping blood and semen locked in her infertile body. As the minutes dragged on, Saki began to beg him to stop, to get it out of her. But he stayed put. He was through listening to the green trainer whether he loved her or not.

Eventually another primal urge struck the Vaporeon. It was not a sexual urge, though Saki would be no less pleased. He needed to urinate, and quite strongly. He tugged at his knot and Saki whined, her opinion changing immediately: "Ow, leave it in, owww!"

He tugged again, growling, huffing. The girl moved with him not by choice but because the bond was just that snug. He pushed until his body trembled with the effort. Finally he began to piss, the relief hard-earned due to his erection. It came in squirts and not the full-on stream his aching bladder demanded. Saki began to wail and shriek, the urine burning her even more than the semen. She tugged at the bond, screaming, sobbing. Her pussy held possessively to the knot, its ripped flesh rending further, bloody tears weeping fresh again.

When Saki freed herself of the Pokemon's knot, she screamed a hoarse, wracking cry which seemed to rattle her throat and made her feel like her throat was scaly and scabbed inside. She fell to the forest floor in a heap, bottom sticking up. Semen tinged red like cherry filling slopped out from between her greatly swollen labia.

The cap on her misery came when the Pokemon hoisted his leg and pissed over his trainer. The urine was rank and dark and it splashed onto Saki, streaming from his blood-streaked purple cock irreverently. It washed over her bottom, rinsing away bloody semen. Drenched her back, her head, her tail. By the time the Vaporeon was finished, his trainer lie soaked from head to toe in smelly piss, thoroughly marked as the Vaporeon's property.

Saki, whining, crawled for the stream. To wash herself off, to try and forget this had happened. But her Pokemon stopped her, standing on her back. And when he stepped off and laid beside her, she stayed put and simply cried.

He fucked her again before he let her wash herself. And in the days, weeks, and eventually years which followed, Saki learned to see his rapes as a gift. Even when he came to respect her again, she continued to accept his advances. She loved him. He was her first and her favorite.