Beneath the billowing grey clouds, she floated through the air by the power of her will, tufts of pink fur gently caressed by the icy wind.  She cast a circular shadow on the ground.  From beneath a large, wide, pointed hat that seemed half as large as the rest of her, big violet eyes regarded the muddy ground with disdain and she maintained her will to stay aloft and thus keep the filthy mess away from her pretty pink fur.  


She looked around the valley.  Lush, green and fertile, it hid its shape well, but there was no mistaking the landmarks.  According to all her research, the temple had to have been RIGHT here.  


The Mismageon frowned, staring at the marshy ground, looking for a sign, any sign.


She found it.  There, sticking out of the muck, half hidden by grass and reeds was a stone.  Its aeon-old corners and carvings weathered to extinction yet still too flat-sided and too obviously imported to be anything but artificial.  


Well now, that was it, wasn't it?  And now, surely within her power.


Smiling with triumph, Lilac lifted her paws with a growing glow of pinkish aura, the single red stone on her head and the three on her breast glowing with her summoned psychic energies.  With the slightest of frowns, she cast her considerable power into the ground and PULLED at anything solid she could reach, seeking to DRAG those ancient secrets into the light!


If she expected a rumble, she was to be disappointed.  The ground didn't tremble and the mud didn't crumble.  It was too wet, everything held together in the resistance of a sticking, cloying, wet suction.  The only result of her considerable efforts were series of disgusting noises as but a few stones like the one she had first seen lifted free of the sodden ground with a suck and a splatter of mud.  The holes from which they came quickly closed up behind them.


And Lilac was left with a handful of old stone blocks she didn't dare touch for their filthiness.  Frowning, she let them fall petulantly back into the muck and then, as they thudded back down and sent mud splattering over her, tiny brown specks showing easily against bright pink fur, she scowled.  


She scowled mightily.


Why oh why did the stupid ancients have to build their ridiculous temple right on the wettest and probably at the time, most fertile part of the valley?  Did they really think their religion would be eternal?  Had they thought their faith alone would keep the stones from sinking after they had plugged the valley's natural drainage?


Well it hadn't and that left her floating over the marsh they had created, frustrated and filthy.  Snarling slightly, she cursed the names of those long-dead builders.   


This wouldn't do at all.  Those idiots had hidden something she wanted.


Her scowl deepening, she almost gave in to a fit of temper, but no... no.  


There was another option.  Lilac had done her research.  This land had a guardian ruler.  One who had built up quite a legend for himself.  One that like most of his kind,  she was quite sure wasn't half as cunning as he thought he was and certainly no match for her.  Lilac smiled.  


For however powerful they might be, the very importance which they had given themselves to this land gave them vulnerabilities and she, leverage.  The powerful fool, as so many before him, would help her, she was sure.  And she would have her prize!


Gathering her powers again, she took off into the air, leaving the marsh below.  Closing her eyes, she tapped into her powers of foresight and felt them hinting at which of the cardinal directions would yield success and immediately leant into the winds in that direction.  


Soaring as a pinkish dot above the hills and valleys, it hadn't taken her long to find the standing stone.  Standing there obnoxious and proud at the top of a hill, the stone needle was inscribed in a profusion of languages all familiar to her, each bearing the name of that ruling busybody, over and over.


She smiled as she laid a paw upon the plinth and pulsed in a booming psychic voice which they could surely not ignore, the name of that Pokemon.  


"NATHANIEL VINKOLT."


She paused a moment to let them sit up from whatever they were doing.  


"NATHANIEL VINKOLT, I SUMMON THEE."


There was a pause and silence.  The wind seemed to pick up right them.  


"AN URGENT MATTER REQUIRES YOUR ATTENTION."


Silence.  She decided to give him twenty seconds before trying again.


"NATHAN-"


"I am here," the voice was impatient, edged with a growl.


Lilac turned suddenly.  It was a moment to quicken the heartbeat, to be sure.  


Towering over her, the Fox had blue-tinged fur which matched the colour of the sky.  Sharp vulpine features - bedecorated with a large black runic tattoo - held a hard expression betraying little amusement at her rude summons.  Nine long tails lashed about angrily in the wind, betraying a hidden storm of displeasure.  


And the vaguest hint of both feminine and masculine scents coming from below the Fox suggested that Lilac had interrupted him at a less than opportune time.  


"Greetings," she said quickly, "It is good that you came."


A displeasured grunt from the Ninetales rumbled into a barely-suppressed growl.


Suppressing her own amusement and impressing a serious voice upon the Ninetales, "Your power is required, great Guardian," said Lilac, "A great crisis threatens this land under your protection."


"Does it now?" asked the Ninetales, impatiently.  


"It does," confirmed Lilac, dishonestly.  "For this wet and sodden land threatens to become worse by far!  Threatening the lives you guard..."


She looked into his dark red eyes to see if she had his attention.  She did.  Though he didn't bother to answer her.  Simply stared and waited for her to continue.  


"Soon, terrible rains shall come," said Lilac, raising her paws in dramatic delivery, "Terrible rains indeed and this wet land can scarcely accommodate that water it already bears.  When those rains come, the valley will flood!"


The Ninetales muttered something about flooding a valley and catching his eyes, Lilac could have sworn that they had been looking at her crotch.  But as she looked down at said crotch and back up at the eyes of the Ninetales, she found he was giving her the same serious expression.  "Flood?"


"Yes," said Lilac, with an emphatic nod, "Most ruinously, forcing its surviving peoples to abandon the land forever.  A terrible crisis which will cost many lives!  Lives which count on you, great guardian!"


He grunted, "Because of rains?"


"Yes!"


"Hrmph..." grumbled the Ninetales.  


And just then, something one might have considered miraculous did happen.  Unless one were familiar enough with excessively powerful Pokemon.  


The skies split, so it seemed.  The thick clouds riven in twain all at once and boiling away to either side in an enormous cleft that grew and grew.  The greyness banished, the blue sky above was bared and sunlight, blessed, warm sunlight poured through the breach.  


Feigning wonder as she stared upwards and turned away, Lilac watched with genuine pleasure as warm rays of sun fell upon her coat... and the valley...  And beyond.


Warm, drying rays.  Rays that would pave the way to her prize!  Lilac grinned.


"There," said Nathaniel, "No rain shall fall as long as I am here."


It took a moment for Lilac to resume a face of wonder and gratitude before turning back to the Ninetales.  "Oh, wonder!  Oh majesty!  Oh how fantastic!  Truly, you are powerful, wonderous Ninetales!"


Now lathered in praise, for the first time since she had seen him, the Ninetales smiled a big, smug smile.  His tails, no longer blowing in the wind, rose in a proud fan.  Vain as any of his kind, thought Lilac.


"I am as my people need me to be," said the Ninetales, haughtily.


"Truly, they must be grateful indeed..." said Lilac in mock adoration.


"Indeed," said Nathaniel, smiling at her, "Now..." he looked her up and down.  Lilac almost shuddered in the way she sensed she had been sized up.  "I'd like to get to know the one who summoned me today.  Rarely have I seen so interesting a blend...  Mismagius and Espeon?"


"Yes..." said Lilac, hesitating slightly, pondering how she might get out of this new and developing, situation, "Mismageon, so I am named."


"Mismageon," repeated Nathaniel, "I don't believe I've ever before had the pleasure of getting to know such a creature..."  


The way he put emphasis on the word, 'know' concerned her.  She turned her head away to hide her grimace.  


After a pause for effect, the Ninetales resumed, "...And since I must remain a time until these rains of yours have passed... maybe, just maybe the opportunity is presenting itself to do just that."


Lilac turned suddenly, laughing a light-hearted laugh.  "Oh!  My dear Lord Nathaniel, I am just a humble Fortune Teller and not much to know..."


"Hmmm..."


She heard his pawsteps coming closer.  


She rose from the ground at once, before he could lay a limb on her.  She spoke quickly.  "You must have many grateful minions around here!  I'll try and send some to you!"  And she did NOT look over her shoulder as she flew away.  


"Hmph."


She felt the Ninetales' stare behind her, between her legs all the way.  


Blushing furiously, she swore she would find a way to get back at him for being objectified so, for his daring to entertain such thoughts as he clearly was.  


But she could stomach it for now, she thought.  For soon enough, she would get what she wanted...


*    *    *


Three weeks later.


"Come on Russet, you can do this..." the Furret told himself as he tried to bound.  He could not bound.  He bounced upwards and the strap of the heavy satchel dragged him back down, digging into his thick fluff and seeming to fold him in half before unceremoniously depositing him back down on the ground with a rude bump on the rump.  


A puff of dusty dirt exploded around him, making the Furret cough.  It wasn't but for a few seconds before he could catch his breath and start to get up, swallowing his pride and a bunch of dust into the bargain.  "Slowly," croaked Russet, "you can do this, just… slowly."


So up the hill he went-  Very slowly at that.  Furrets were built to bound, with a long body that was meant to spring from one step to another, far better than they could pitter-patter on their four stubby little legs.  


Pitter-pattering SLOWLY whilst dragging a giant bag overstuffed with letters and petitions was well beyond what you'd call sub-optimal.  The strap wrapped around him was parting his fur on either side into top and bottom sprays of compressed fur, making the normally rounded, slinky Furret look like he was tryin' to brush the ground and the sky.


It was slow and sure and undignified and as he looked up...  


...and the hill towered above him, looking even bigger than when he started...


...He sighed.  Then coughed.  


"This here;" said Furret to himself, as he plodded and dragged along, inches at a time, "This sucks."


No-one answered him.


So he answered himself.  "But they're all countin' on you, Russet," he said, glancing back at the back which felt like a ball and chain wrapped around his neck, "Yer the valley's courier.  They NEED you."


Plod.  Draaaaag.  Plod.  Draaaaaaag.


"You volunteered for this," he told himself, "You gotta be strong.  The strongest Furret there is!"


Plod.


And so it went, up the hill, leaving the yellowed, desolate scene of the valley far below.  


*    *    *


She sighed, looking down at the sun-beaten valley.  It was drying out, alright, but not fast enough.  The waters had receded from the Earth everywhere but where she needed them to.  Even from here she could see the gradient;  Bright yellow on the hilltops, pale green on the valley sides... and vivid blue-green on the valley floor, where all the remaining water had concentrated to keep her from her prize.  


Frustrating.  Very frustrating.


Not least because it meant that she was still stuck here.  In this despicably boring, dirty area with all its dust and filth and lack of sophistry.  Where crude Pokemon worked crude jobs to eke out a crude living and worse yet... dared to bother HER with it.  


In fact, here was another of them now, she noted with some agitation, her big dark eyes catching sight of a slowly moving brown striped shape as it struggled up the hill towards her, carrying some ridiculous sack.  Naturally, she didn't make a move to bring the encounter any closer or sooner, waiting with displeasured impatience instead as the Furret gasped and laboured their way up the hill with agonising slowness only to but disdainfully acknowledge their presence with a silent glare.


The Furret, panting with exertion, looked at her with wide, wet eyes but didn't speak at first.


Lilic continued to stare, impatiently.


The Furret, sadly, did not wither and turn away as she hoped it might, but instead unfortunately managed to start speaking.  "Huurf.. aaaaah... haaaah... uuuuh... Hiii theeeeere, Maaaa'am..."


Lilac blinked slowly and still did not answer.  


With a slowness that was just painful to hear, the Furret struggled on, "I... made it... up here... after a... long, long climb... with a.... view ta-"


At this point, she cut in, tired of his patience-straining verbal impedance.  "Getting your fortune, told, yes, I'm sure," said Lilac with no attempt to hide the exasperation in her voice.


She was getting a little tired of the request.  More than a few bumbling bumpkins had blundered their way over to her with meagre offerings reckoning from her appearance alone that she was a Fortune Teller.  Which was as disgustingly presumptuous of them as she well expected from such vermin.  Even if they just so happened on this one small matter to be right.  All the same, she normally didn't work for such pittance as they could afford.


Still, it would have been better than nothing, especially for a use of her extensively wasted time in this pitiful place if not for the horrible feelings of impending doom she got from each and every one of them.  It didn't take a genius or an ancient artifact that would allow her to experience clear visions of the future to guess that the drought wasn't doing them a lot of good.  So she had taken their money and told them they should leave the area, whatever 'roots' they might have.


Oh... and to spread the word not to bother Lord Nathaniel.  


She was about to offer the same deal to this one when he held up a stubby little paw and spoke.  "No, sorry Ma'am, but I ain't here to worry about my own fortunes!"


"Your family then," said Lilac at a sigh.  


"No Ma'am!" said the Furret, "Maybe one day I'll be so lucky to be blessed with such, but I'm not here for no fortune telling!"


"...Oh?" asked Lilac promptly, curious.  


Standing up to attention on their hindlegs, "The name's Russet.  I'm the Courier of this here valley's community," said the Furret, "and I hear from round these parts that you're Lord Nathaniel's representative!"


Actually caught off guard, slightly stunned, "O-oh?" stuttered Lilac.


"Yes Ma'am!" said Russet, clearly having caught his wind, "and I have here a petition," he said, gesturing to his bulging sack, "and a buncha letters appealin' to the Lord for aid in this terrible time-a drought!"


Lilac's eyes instantly narrowed, "Really?"


"Uh-huh," Russet nodded, "Folks are sufferin' real bad, don'tcha know?"


"The Lord appreciates his privacy and doesn't want to be bothered," said Lilac, sharply.  


"So I hear, Ma'am," said Russet with a nod, "and in truth, everyone's right scared of him anyhow.  But these here letters have to be delivered and it's my solemn duty to deliver 'em!"


Lilac glanced at the sack and at the Furret.  That fear and the rumours she had spread had kept the local Pokemon and their misery away from Nathaniel's attention.  This however... that sack of letters could actually threaten her plans.   If Nathaniel learned of the suffering of these local bumpkins, the big soft lump might actually given in and let the rains come.  She gritted her teeth, "I really don't think you should bother him..."


"I figured you might," said Russet, "and I'm sorry Ma'am, but I really must insist."


"Oh, insist, do you!?" she couldn't help but spit aloud.  


"Yes'm!" replied Russet with all seriousness, "Bein' a Courier’’s a sacred trust!" he put one of his stubby paws to his chest, "The mail's gotta get through, Ma'am!  With or without your blessin', all due respect!"


Lilac barely suppressed a growl and snarled slightly at the Furret.  "Is that so?  Well..."


She considered eliminating the Furret right there and then.  It wouldn't be hard.  Of course, it would mean eliminating him at the top of a valley-edge hillside in full view of who knew how many keen-eyed Pokemon who might be watching proceedings with interest.  


No, that could prove inconvenient.  So it wouldn't do at all.  


Better to be patient, thought Lilac with a slight, sly smile.


"Very well," said the Mismageon, slowly, "If you really are so insistent on your duty, who am I to argue?"


Russet stood at attention, paw still on chest.  


"I'll go ahead then," said Lilac, "And let the Lord know you're coming, so he isn't surprised by your approach."


"That would be appreciated, Ma'am," said Russet, still saluting.  


"Very well," said Lilac, gently rising into the air.  "Good luck with your quest."


"Thank you, Ma'am."


As the Mismagius floated into the air and turned away, "You're going to need it..." she muttered to herself, forming an evil smile.


*    *    *


And so Russet's quest continued, on better ground, at least for now.  Dragging his bag through these bone-dry fields was at least better than scraping it uphill!  


That said, another hill was looming up ahead, with a big stone needle just barely visible atop it, but... well, at least it had been nice, getting a break and all. Before that second climb.  


Even if the view was kinda bleak.  Obscured in a haze of dust in the glaring sunlight, the fields around him were dry and yellow, the drought having baked the fields dry.  The higher up, the worse it got and the peak of the highest hell, previously a verdant crown on blue-green valleys, was a brown, baldened, almost baked-looking feature.


Still, he was feeling pretty good about himself, proud and upright about his work.  Right dutiful like.  Doing his part to set it all right.  And why; right at that moment, why, he didn't feel as though anything might stop him!


Until he heard the hiss.


He immediately froze.  


He heard it again.


His eyes went wide.  


Sloooowly, he turned his head.


The snakes stared back at him.


His first words were nervous stammers, choking as he tried to speak, then finally, as his blood ran cold, "H-heeey snakes... I don't suppose you're the kinda snakes who are Pokemon and talk?"


The largest one, with a big flared head, reared up as if to strike!


Russets first reaction was to try and leap out of the way!  ...Unfortunately, with the strap catching around his neck, he only made it half a meter and yanked the snake-laden bag almost right back on top of him!


Screeching wildly, the Furret wriggled and squirmed and got his paws under him and leapt out from the strap!  Leaving the bag well behind him, he jumped and rolled just in case any of them had gotten on him!


Rolling a few meters before squirming like the fluffy snake he himself so nearly was, Russet quickly checked himself and found - thank all that might be holy - that against all the odds, none of them had ended up biting or wrapping him!  In spite of it all, he couldn't believe his luck!  He had thought for sure there was no-way he could've gotten away without a scratch like he had, but here he was!  So... he breathed a sigh of relief as he stood up.


He looked back at the sack and the many arrowed-like snake heads staring right back at him.  "Awww man... how did this happen?" he asked.


The snakes weren't forthcoming.  


"Don't suppose you guys are willin' to be reasonable?" he asked the snakes.


They did not answer.


"Aww... damn..." moaned Russet, "What am I supposed to do now?"


The snakes stared at him, but Russet took a hard look at himself.  


He frowned.  "You do your darn job, that's what!" Russet told himself.  "You may have lost the bag, but you still know what the message is!"


He looked to the hill.  


All he had to do was climb up there and...


Talk to Lord Nathaniel.  Himself.  


The hill seemed taller.  The sky seemed severely bright.  


He gulped.  A tear formed in his eye.  


And yet, blinking it back, he started up the hill.


The journey up that there hill was arduous to say the least.  One stubby paw following another with an increasing weight on them and in his chest despite the loss of the heavy bag.  Despite the possibility having returned to him, Russet did not bound up the hill.  The Furret walked.  


Walked and walked and felt dread growing in his heart the more of that had and dusty hill that had receded below his paws and the closer came the top.  He slowed.  


"C'mon, Russet," he told himself, "It's just your Lord Nathaniel, he's a good Lord ain't he?  Stop being such a scaredy-Sentret and get yourself on up there!"


His paws shook for a moment, but then started moving faster.  The brown horizon of the hilltop diminished and...


At first he saw the silver plume of Lord Nathaniel's mane.  Then the terrible red glow of the Lord's red eyes.  He nearly stopped then, nearly had a heart attack!  ...But driven on by terrible duty, he kept putting one paw in front of the other, scarcely believing he was doing so.  


Those red eyes heralded a severe expression.  One that loomed ever higher above him as the tall, proud form of the Ninetales' body was revealed.  A huge Ninetales that dwarved the Furret even without the grand fan of tails that paled him into insignificance.  


He felt a lump growing in his throat even as he took increasingly slow steps closer.  The huge Fox with his fur and tails gently blowing in the wind looked like some terrible edifice.  He nearly choked on his breath as he tried to speak and introduce himself, "Huh, guh, luh, ruh, nuh, thu-"


The huge Foxes' muzzle twitched into a snarl before he spoke to interrupt the stumbling Furret, big fangs glistening in the daylight.  "I'm surprised the likes of you DARE to show your face before me!"


THAT took Russet aback.  He dared?  Did he dare?  He barely dared he suppose.  "Uh, ss-suh-suh-sorry!" he managed to sputter out.


"Sorry?" snapped the Ninetales, "SORRY?"


"Y-yuy-yuh-yessir!" spat Russet back, "Sorry-most-sorry for disturbing you suh-suss-Sir!"


"I'll bet you are, NOW," growled the Ninetales, "Now that you see that I'm ready for you!"  


Russet stared in surprise, "R-ruh-ready for me!?  You were expecting me?"


"Yes, I was expecting you!" growled the Ninetales, "Fortunately I had forewarning of your villainous intent!"


"W-wuh-warning...?"


A high pitched chuckle sounded from off to one side.  Russet's eyes were drawn to a familiar purple form.  


"...Miss Fortune Teller?" Russet stared at her, "Wh-wh-wha-"


She spoke up then, "There's no point lying, Russet!" she said, lifting her head with a toothy snear, "I told the Lord all about your villainous plans!"


"My villainous plans?" Russet repeated in confusion.  "What plans might those be, Ma'am?"


Nathaniel growled then, "You DARE to feign ignorance?"


Panicking slightly and holding up his paws, "I'm not feignin' nothin'!" cried Russet.  "I just came here to talk on behalf'a tha local valleyfolk about the drought!"


"The drought, hmmm..?" said the Fortune Teller, "You mean you came here on behalf of your evil cult, scheming to get Lord Nathaniel to lift his protection against the monsoon rains and flood the valley?"


Eyes widening in confusion as much as horror, "Whaaaaaa...?" cried Russet then, "No, that ain't right!  That ain't right at all!"


"And you keep piling lies on top of lies," growled Nathaniel, "Well then, agent of darkness, you can trust I'm going to get the truth out of you!  And tempted as I am to take you back to my home and get my qualified staff to do it, I'm feeling very much inclined to find those answers for myself!" and with a graceful suddenness, the big Fox started to stalk towards him.


Russet's heart nearly leapt out of his chest.  Instincts taking over, he jumped backwards and tumbled onto his feet.  Panic setting in, he leapt to start bounding his way down the mountain in fear for his life against the monster his Lord now seemed!


He sailed into the air... hung... stopped... and fell to the ground.  He realised then that there was a pink glow around his paws!


"Let me get that for you, my Lord," said the Fortune Teller with a grin, a similar glow emitting from the rubies on her head.  


The panic growing in his chest, "Oh no!" cried Russet and he rose to try and run away, again!  Yet that strange glow held him fast, pulling him backwards faster than he could run forward!


"My thanks, Miss Lilac..." said Nathaniel, though his voice was still a growl.


"No wait, AAH huuuuuuuf!" Russet's protest was cut short when a heavy paw landed on his body and slowly drove the breath from his lungs as it pinned him to the dirt!


"...Though I shall be taking possession of him from here!"


"Very well," said the Fortune Teller, the glow of her psychic force fading then.


Russet gasped for breath, then wiggled under paw, trying to get free.  Claws stabbed in his back and drew another gasp from him, slowing the fluff-snake's frightened squiggling!  A growl pulled Russet's gaze upwards, looking at the terrible baleful stare of the big Fox as he leant in close, impressing a fear that slowed Russet's struggles entirely to a stop.  


"And if this miscreant wishes to discuss the drought," said the Ninetales softly, "then perhaps they can help me end my own dry spell."


"Hmmph," the Fortune Teller, Lilac, made a distasteful noise, "then that shall be my cue to leave, Lord Nathaniel, so that you might enjoy your interrogation.  I have little taste for... such things."


"Very well," said the Ninetales, not taking his eyes from the terrified Furret's, "Be off with you, then.  With my thanks, for your warning."


Lilac began to lift into the air with a sly smile across her features.  "Oh, not a trouble, Lord Nathaniel.  It is as great a pleasure for me to serve in this regard as I am sure this interrogation shall be for you."


"Indeed..."


The Fortune Teller flew off, picking up speed then.  


Leaving Russet with a very large, very angry looking Ninetales.  But at least the delay had given him enough time to gather enough thought and nerve to speak.  "S-sir, listen sir, I don't know why she mighta done it but I swear to you on the family I hope one day to have that she weren't tellin' the truth on any-a-that and-  hurk!"


The Ninetales pressed down his paw a little harder.  "Sssssh, ssssh sssh," he said, "now that we're alone, be quiet for just a little moment, will you?  I need to concentrate..."


Russet wasn't sure why he needed to be quiet or what Lord Nathaniel needed to concentrate on, but he felt it best just at the moment to do exactly as he was told.  


The Ninetales went quiet, but his eyes started to glow real bright, like burning coals set into his sharp, silver face.  His nine huge tails lashed about behind him and not just with the wind.  There was a feeling in the air like power, pure and total in its willful malevolence, was building up like dew in the air, so thick it was sure to drip.  But it wasn't clouds that formed around them, it was a suffusion of swirling lights, pure aura, visible to the naked eye.  


Russet would have asked what it was all about if he'd have dared.  Maybe it was a truth spell or somethin' like that which would clear his-


His junk began to tingle.  His eyes widened.  He shrieked as he felt things begin to shift-


*    *    *


Lilac's big ears heard the shriek on the wind and she smiled.  Pursing her muzzle slightly and shaking her head softly.  "Oh my, Lord Nathaniel, how COULD you?" she said with mock judgement, "As if the answer wasn't obvious, you filthy pervert."


Chuckling to herself, she didn't bother to look behind at the retreating specks, no.  She chose to head instead back to the centre of the valley to check upon her progress.  Now that things were properly drying out, perhaps soon she would be able to gain access to her prize.  


And now that she, in what she considered a stroke of brilliance, had solved two problems at once by neutralising the local Pokemon's petition and giving the perverted Fox a piece of meat to keep himself sated with, she felt confidence she would get it without that powerful fool getting distracted and wandering off to fulfill his dirty desires.  


Why yes, she thought, as she heard another cry now more distantly behind her, she was feeling very pleased with herself, indeed.


*    *    *


Lying on their back now, with the Ninetales stood back to survey their handiwork, Russet stared in horror at what had befallen them.  


"Not bad..." said the Ninetales with a purr in their voice.  


"Whu... what have you... done to me!?" gasped the Furret.  


"Nothing bad," said Nathaniel, "At least not yet.  For now... I think this is a rather pleasant change."


Russet whined as he..?  He, he supposed he wasn't that anymore, was he..?  ...stared at the sight between their legs.  Where before a little fluffy sheath and balls had rested between his stubby hinds, now a pristine little pink slit just about showed up in his fluff.  No, Russet supposed he didn't think he was a he right now at all.  So she whined and she cried at she gasped at what she had become.


Nathaniel stood up and set his legs further apart then, "In fact..." he said, in a lower voice, "I think you can see how much I approve of this change."


Russet looked... then stared.  Dangling there and growing even as he looked at it, was a glistening pink rod, moist and shiny as it slipped from its sheath.  Bulbous in the middle with a triangular crown, the big vulpine cock would have been a scary sight even if it wasn't getting even bigger by the second.  The whine she came out with right then was heartfelt and profound.  


"Yes... that's right," said Nathaniel, starting forwards, "We're now going to talk about flooding the valley.  Starting with the one between your legs."


Russet's survival instincts returned with a vengeance and she tried to roll onto her feet-  then shrieked again as she felt a pain in her tail and a dragging sensation as the Fox stamped a paw on the great length of floof and pulled her towards him.  


"Mmm... but on that note, why rush off into things?" said the Ninetales, almost pleasantly, "After all, I intend for this to be a long interrogation.  So why not start off with a chance for you to reaffirm your loyalty to me as your lord and get a drink into the bargain?"


Russet's eyes darted between those terrible red eyes and the growing pink rod anxiously.  Surely he couldn't be serious?   "Ssss-Sir!  Please!"


The rumbling, threatening growl that crept back into the Ninetales voice was not pleasant.  "It wasn't a request."


Sharp claws dug tighter into the Furret's tail and she was dragged under the Fox with a squeal, legs wiggling in the air, brushing over the... over the...


She gulped as she regarded the huge cock hanging over her.  


"Do as your Lord has asked and he may be merciful," suggested said Lord. 


As if on cue, the cock seemed to leap slightly, throbbing.  Russet felt a pulse of heat coming from the Fire type, one of barely suppressed excitement and as they stared, a bead of pre formed at the cock's shining tip.  


"Now." suggested the Ninetales.  


Russet leant upwards, moving hesitantly closer to the cock until the strong masculine scent of the Ninetales was tickling her nose with its spicy musk.  


"Yes..." hissed Nathaniel, feeling her breath upon it.  


Another swell of excitement reared that head once more and a spurt of pre splattered onto the Furret.


Recoiling, "Gah, no!" cried Russet, "Please mister Nathaniel I don't wanna-urk!"


A clawed paw grabbed the back of Russet's head.  Impatiently, the Ninetales shoved it forwards, spearing that open, complaining mouth and listening with delight as Russet's muffled voice first grew loud and was then struck silent as the Furret struggled with the huge, hot tip now pinning their tongue and the thickening shaft now pressing their mouth wide open with its bulbous shape.  


Russet squirmed in vain as that musky, throbbing cock drove in, seeming to dominate their whole world as it filled their mouth.  


Nathaniel gasped in pleasure as he felt that warm, wet embrace, "Oh yes... finally!" he groaned, pushing and pushing slowly inward.  The Furret's mouth began to run out of room for his cock.  A single determined shove of Nathaniel's powerful hips solved that problem.


Her squeak of pain was cut short by the firm plug of the Ninetales' bulbous cock, she felt in stretching, painful detail the shape of the thickest part already inside.  That triangular tip scraping the inside of her throat as it rudely pressed in further.  It hurt, but the pain wasn't as fearful as the fact she now couldn't breathe!  Choked by cock, she struggled, gagging for for breath and gulping only cock, unable to cry out, trying to pull away!  The claws on the back of her head dug in as pleasured grunts resulted from her struggles.


As he felt the wet tissues of the Furret's maw squishing to accommodate him, as he felt that tight grip and as he felt her wiggle in panic, Nathaniel's maw hung open in a sigh of sheerest bliss.  It had been FAR too long and he had been BADLY needing the feel of another creature wrapped around his cock.  It wasn't until those panicked wiggles began to slow that Nathaniel pulled his hips back, again letting the Furret sputter and start to breathe.  


Dizziness had pulled on the corners of her perceptions, threatening to throw her into a blanket of darkness where everything was starting to painfully fade around the heat of that cruel shaft.  It wasn't until she had nigh given up and accepted that oncoming blackness that the thick cock had receded.  Renewed breath and consciousness came as her body's afterthought and not her own.  As she slowly roused though, she found her world was still as a helpless maw plugged for a predator's pleasure.


The claws on the back of her head caressed her through her fur as the Ninetales' pawpads kneaded her.  "Show it some attention, Furret," purred the Ninetales, "Show me some adoration or I'll show you further cruelty."


She didn't want to, she didn't want to!  But she let out a wobbling moan of despair as she realised she had no choice.  The ache in the back of her throat and the now-thick taste of Nathaniel's masculinity coating her tongue in his precum told her that he had the power and she had to do as he said.  That was all that mattered right now.  


His impatience was growing.  She didn't want that, so she started moving her tongue.  She heard the Ninetales sigh softly so she kept doing it, feeling a sense of relief that those claws hadn't gripped and those hips hadn't shoved.  So she kept moving her tongue, feeling safer now she did.  


She kept licking the same part, but heard the Ninetales breath grow deeper again.  He was growing bored... and that scared her.  So she began to explore, moving her tongue around his shaft, squeezing the urethra, rubbing the sides, listening to the Ninetales breath soften and feeling that cock grow hotter on her tongue.  Yes, yes, safer again...


Suddenly the Fox gasped, that cock throbbed and precum spattered the back of her throat.  Hot, ticklish, thick precum coating the entrance of her throat, Russet's gag reflex kicked her head forwards and squeezed her lungs to make her violently cough around that cock.  She tried to pull back, but that clawed paw wouldn't let her.  


"Mmm-mmm..." growled Nathan, "Keep going."


Her body shook with coughs that hurt her chest as they failed to free her airway from its fleshy blockage. Russet couldn't even moan.  She tried to lick again, but her licks were uncoordinated.  


"It was a good start," sighed the the Ninetales, panting softly, "But I think you should suck it, now."


Suck it?  But how?  She wanted to wail that at him, but she couldn't.  Like most four legged Pokemon, including Nate himself, she had cleft lips.  How could she suck it?  Well, she couldn't protest, wouldn't've had the courage to argue even if she could, so she tried away.  


Slobbering, sucking noises surrounded Nathaniel's swollen cock as the Furret sucked air around the cock, without actually sucking the cock.  


Nathaniel sighed, but not sexily.  He pulled her head roughly with his claws until his cock was lodged deep in her maw, plugging it again.  


Russet tried to gasp, twice and twice made sucking motions upon the Ninetales' cock.  Oh.  Like that.  She got the idea.  And she tried to keep going... and suckle she did, drawing several deep grunting sighs from the Ninetales, but... as her breath quickly ran out and tiredness started to set in, her sucking motions got weaker and slower and-


"Oh for goodness sake..." Nathaniel growled impatiently.


And then Russet's eyes widened almost as much as her windpipe, which stretched painfully as Lord Nathaniel drove his cock ruthlessly into her throat.  Claws gripped the back of her head, hard now as the Ninetales pulled back no more gently.  


A barest fraction of a wail escaped Russet's throat in the brief moment it was free, then a second later she was speared again, her throat stretching once more.  He pulled back, she gasped barely and then again, a brutal thrust cut off her attempt to breathe.  


And so it went, Russet alternating between gasping and crying, wet sounds following each rough movement as Nathaniel brutally used her throat whilst panting ever harder.  A rhythm, almost a tune of lust and misery, punctuated by the scraping of Nathan's claws in the dirt as his excitement grew.


The thrusting grew harder, cutting off any breath at all and driving deeper into that unready throat.  Russet was held unresisting, unbreathing as Nathaniel drove harder and hard and-


"Grrrrnnnn!"  


The first throb stretched Russet's throat even wider, hurting further still.  Then Nathaniel pulled back, letting her gasp in a breath of air just in time to catch a throatful of thick, scalding hot Fox cum.  It went back with her gasp and into her lungs, it burned, it hurt and she hacked and coughed immediately, splattering cum back over the Ninetales big cock and balls.  


He grunted with displeasure and shoved her to the dirt, holding the wheezing, helpless Furret there as he panted and splattered her face with steaming seed.  


Russet barely noticed, so dizzy was she.  Being shoved back hadn't even hurt.  The hot cum in her face barely woke her up, so far gone into delirium was she.  


She might have passed out, then, if not for the paw stamping on her belly and forcing out the breath she had just caught.  


"Useless," growled Nathaniel, staring down at the squiggling Furret doubled up around his paw, "the first blowjob in three weeks and it was TERRIBLE."


He released the pressure only slowly.  


Russet struggled for breath.  "Ss-sorry, sorry-" she managed to gasp out between hurried breaths.


"You'd better be..." growled the Ninetales, darkly, "but it doesn't matter..."


Russet paused, stopping even breathing as she looked up at him with rising fear.  What did... THAT, mean!?


The Ninetales leant close, a snarl on his muzzle, "Because I'm not done with you.  Now we're going to do something that you can't fuck up."


She stared with wide, tear-streaked eyes in horrified anticipation.


"Spread your legs."


She gasped, "NO!"


One forepaw then another slammed down on her thighs so hard that she screamed, thinking her hips might break.  


"Yes." growled the Ninetales, already lowering his hips, his saliva and cum-slicked cock throbbing as it pointed towards her virginal, tiny little slit.


Whining, she shook her head.  


Nathaniel took no heed.  


"NO!" she cried again, "Please, please don't!  EEK!"


The tip had merely come to rest upon her slit.  It was hot, it was wet and her sex was sensitive, as you might expect of something never before used, never before touched from its creation to this very moment not even her own paw..  


With an exultant growl, Nate began to press in, slowly.


And to her highest squeal and utmost pain, she felt him spreading her open for the very first time, the skin, the flesh, all stretching as it sincerely never had before.  Perfect, fresh new tissues nearly splitting on their first trying as the thick hot cock, still slick with the mess of her previous suffering, violated her but slowly.  


Nathaniel, savouring the slow bursting of a fresh cherry with wicked and eager relish, held his own breath now, utterly silent as he enjoyed her squealing with twitching ears, delighting in her stretching with throbbing cock, already spurting seed-laced precum into that freshly-despoiled sex.  


It wasn't until he was sure she was about to split that he started to ease up... took a breath, pulled back, listened to her whimper in relief as he retreated back to the tip...  he grinned wickedly and...  PUSHED in, with a flex of his powerful hinds and keen-growled with sheerest pleasure as he felt that pristine flesh part and rush anew over his eager member, piercing her body deeply and right up to the knot.  His ears folded back with the tingling pleasure rushing through his body, but didn't fail to catch the sweet music of the Furret's shrill scream.  


Watching her abdomen bulge, Russet screamed as she felt things she'd never before even felt, felt them stretching to near-destruction.  She squealed as he pulled back, further torturing the flesh and tried to catch her breath before he drove in all over again.  Her next scream was even louder as the thickest part of that cock prised open her slit and... split.  The pain was small, but keen.


She screamed.  


The scent of blood hit the air.  


And it spurred Nate on.  


Those huge hinds pressed in.  That huge cock made a definite outwards impression on Russet's lower body as it travelled further inside her.  


And he hilted right to the knot.  


She shook her head in disbelief... but this was happening.  


She tore her eyes from the sight, pulled it back until a paw moved quickly, caught her head, bent her forwards and forced her to watch.


Nathaniel pulled back slowly, then drove back in, just as hard.  Fluids, clear and red, spattered from her over-stuffed sex and coated Nathaniel's balls and belly fur.  Tiny rubies of red virgin's blood hanging from silver fur. 


And then he started.   


If she'd thought it hurt before, it was nothing compared to when the Ninetales started to rut her.  the thick shape of that huge cock moving back and forth, torturing her insides, battering her inner walls, testing them brutally as heavy balls slapped into her thighs.  


Nathaniel panted like a beast, like an animal as he unleashed weeks of his normally furious, now pent-up libido.  Every thrust into the too-small Furret sent rippling waves of pleasure up his body, like someone was squirting rich fuel onto a fire sending waves of heat running over his hinds, up his back, right up his spine and down his tails.  


Sheer pleasure, sheer unimaginable pleasure.  He couldn't have stopped himself even if he'd wanted to.  He humped her hard, faster, slamming into her over and over again, panting harder and harder.  The scent of blood in the air only further excited the predator within and sure as fire would burn...


His orgasm hit before he knew it.  He heard her shriek as the first spurt of ferociously hot seed scorched her womb and scalded its walls.  The explosive force of pleasure threw Nate to the floor, face-first as dizzying euphoria stole his strength.  The Furret's cries were muffled as she was buried in his fur.  She wriggled underneath him, sending fresh waves of excitement running through his body and everything near enough faded to white in his overdue, over-blown climax.  


"Yessss..." was the only thing he managed to hiss.  


He flooded her sex until it overspilled onto the ground and it wasn't until he felt her scratching on his body that he realised she couldn't breathe.  He rolled to one side to let her, but held her tight by the hips.  Still cumming.  Unwilling to let it go anywhere else but in her.  


Whilst she whimpered and cried, feeling her body full, bulging, fit to burst, a heatwave from her destroyed new sex nearly making her pass out but for the adrenaline from the pain.  She whimpered, cried and gripped at the Ninetales fur, squeaking with each new throb.  Feeling that burning seed forcing everything inside her sex to relax, pouring into every little nook and cranny inside of her.  Filling her with heat.  


Panting hard, hot and lusty breaths, "There..." growled Nathaniel, at last, "Now I can begin to forgive you for your crimes..."


The response he got was an illegible moan.  


"You dared to even think of visiting catastrophe upon my people..." sighed Nate, "And well... now you feel it upon yourself."  His growl continued into a pleasant purring rumble as he sunk into a slump.  He was clearly pleased.  


But Russet was not.... and suddenly, she had to speak it.  "I NEVER DID PLAN ANY SUCH THING YA DURNED MONSTER!"


Nate lifted his head slightly.  "You protest your innocence?  Still?"


Russet's reply, which she couldn't believe she was making, come out in a scream, "I'M INNOCENT YA BIG BEASTY BEASTY BEAST!  I'M A COURIER AND I WAS TRYIN' TA BRING YA A PETITION TA STOP THA DROUGHT!"


Nathaniel seemed briefly taken aback into silence, then, "That again?" he said doubtfully.  "What petition?   There's no proof of any such-"


"IT'S AT THE BOTTOM OF THE HILL, THE BAG GOT FILLED WITH SNAKES, SNAKES I NOW RECKON YER FORTUNE TELLIN' CAT MADE APPEAR TA TRICK ME!  SHE'S TRICKSY I TELLS YA!  TRICKSY!"


"Oh..." said Nate, sounding surprised.


Panting, out of breath, in utter disbelief at her loudness and impertinence, just about expecting to be killed for it, Russet closed her eyes started to curl up on herself now that the burst of adrenaline was spent.


"Well then," said Nathaniel, "I suppose I'd better go and take a look."


Russet opened her eyes again, looking up at the Ninetales' face.  She expected the cruel sneer of a wicked trick, but instead she saw a surprised looking expression.  It looked a hell of a lot sweeter now that he'd spent the hell pent up inside of him.  He seemed to be serious.


"Ahh, in a little bit, anyway..." said Nathaniel, smiling, petting her, "I need a bit of a breather after that..."


"Hmph!" cried Russet, curling up in a ball, now just out of shame.


Chuckling, Nathaniel slid a paw into the Furret furball's belly and gave it a gentle rub.  "Ssssh," he said softly, "Now that I've seen to us, we'll soon enough see to her."


*    *    *


Lilac frowned as she stared at the pool of mud.  Again, the indirect touch of her powers and cunning had failed to budge the swamp.  


When would it hurry up and dry?  She almost wanted to dive right in and dig at it with her paws, rip through it and claim her prize!  How long would she have to wait?  How many bumpkins would she have to choke?  When would she get her due!?


But as usual, she sighed, unwilling to get her paws dirty directly... and so she continued to wait.  


But not for long.


The first thing she heard was a single soft patting noise on the brim of her hat.


At first she thought it might have been the actions of a VERY foolish bird.  She looked up with a scowl.  Just in time to catch the next raindrop on her cheek.  


It was only then that she noticed the clouds roiling in from either side of the sky.  Moisture held back by supernatural force returning with a brewing vengeance.  Pattering began all around her.  Raindrops striking the earth and sinking in.  


She scowled at that, thinking at first only of her inconvenience.  Secondly scoffing aloud at Nathaniel, "Tsk... that filthy pervert has been completely distracted by his awful junk.  That's the thanks I get for feeding the mutt."


There was a flash of white light.  


"Not at all."


Then thunder struck.  


She froze, eyes widening for the moment.  


The rolling echoes of the explosion faded.


"You're about to receive my appreciation," said Nathaniel.  


Lilac half snarled, half winced, battling the chills that ran up her spine and made her tail lash.  She turned her head but slowly, without moving her feet.  "You're done with your new toy already?" she asked, "Break it, did you?"


"Russet is right here," said the Ninetales.


"Yeah!" snapped the Furret, "And no thanks to you, y'lyin' witch!"


"Lying?" said Lilac, thinking quickly, "Is that what he said?  Don't tell me you believe the little-"


"It's she now, thanks ta you!" squeaked Russet, "And yeah!  Lord Nathaniel's seen the petitions!"


"And heard of the misery of my people," said Nathaniel, with such venom that Lilac paused in her next planned lie.  


Then, as rain ran from her hat had to her back, she shuddered in revulsion, all but feeling the ground turning to filthy mud beneath her paws.  Her foundation giving way before her.  


"No smart words for me?" said Nathaniel, "Good. I wouldn't appreciate any more of your lies.  Now I only want the answer... WHY?"


Already as sick of the accusation as the mud, "I don't have to answer a foolish dog like you!" snapped Lilac and then with a pulse of her power, lifted up into the air!


And then stopped.  She blinked in confusion.  She tried to will herself to lift up higher.


She was dragged back down.  She glanced over her shoulder at Nathaniel's glowing red eyes and the runic symbol burning bright blue on his cheek, shoulders and thighs as his aura blazed.  He was using his Psychic force to counter her own!


Oh, he wanted to play it like that, did he!?  Snarling, Lilac summoned her considerable powers to wrest herself free and soar into the sky!  With surging psychic force she began to tear herself away, reversing her momentum and heading upwards until-


The breath was squeezed from her body as the force upon her became crushing.  Her movement was arrested.  She began to move back down.  


In utter disbelief, she continued to struggle with fading force as lacking breath and rising anxiety stole her focus.  She couldn't believe this was happening!  Her power, her very pride... overcome?  Impossible!  There was no way!  Despite the evidence before her, she REFUSED to believe!  


She was still struggling as her paws sank back into the dirt.  "AAAH!" she cried in rage as she tried to spring up and fly once again.  


A heavy paw landed on her back and shoved her to the ground, face landing in a puddle and drawing an angry shriek from the vain feline.  


"You DO have to answer to me," growled a very displeased Ninetales, "and you will."


Lifting her head and shrieking in anger, Lilac formed her rage into a furious pink glow about her forehead gems, then turned her head to fire-


A paw on the back of her head shoved her face first into the puddle.  The mud below the water erupted, the swamp soaking up the force of her power as it had so much of it already.  


And now, with her face held down in the puddle, the filthy taste of muddy water crept into her muzzle.  She hissed and sent spray in all directions, but it was useless.  The Ninetales' grip was firm and the water simply rushed back in.  


"But first things first," growled Nathaniel, moving forwards, pressing more of his weight upon her, crumpling her hat into the wet muck, "Because it turns out it's YOU alone I have to thank for my dry spell..."


And it was with the utmost horror that Lilac came to feel the sticky and hot bulk of a disgusting and dirty recently-used canine cock resting on her rear.  She hissed and shrieked in rage, blowing bubbles in the filthy water.


"Ummm..." Russet shuffled, "Mister Lord Nathaniel, Sir?  I ain't sure I'm comfortable with this..."


"Think first," growled Nathaniel, "of what," pushing his hips, "this minx," rubbing his hardening shaft between the bipedal Mismageon's buns, "caused to happen, ahhh~   To you."  The pleasured Fox growled softly as his desire grew.


"Even so, Sir..." murmured Russet.


"RRRRmmmMMRrRRRFFFblrbblrblrb!" sputtered Lilac.


Claws gripped the back of Lilac's head.  Nathaniel growled, "This isn't a debate.  This selfish creature has caused suffering to this valley, pain to yourself and inconvenience to me..." He drew his hips back then.  


Lilac felt the weight of his cock and the wetness of his already-used and clearly-filthy tip as it drew back over her rear, past her hole, down her tail...


"And now~" the Ninetales growled happily, "She gets to make up for it."


He pressed against her sex, her pretty pink lips clean between her pretty pink thighs.  She tried to shake her head, kicked her legs and tried to twist away-


Nathaniel pushed in, HARD.  


Bludgeoned and internally tearing, she screamed and gasped and spluttered foul-tasting muddy water as her sex was split open wide by Nathaniel's cruel thrust.  


Without even the care he had shown Russet's virgin sex, the Ninetales at once began to use the Mismageon and the sex he considered her to have taunted him with since day one.  Now that it was wrapped around his cock, he wasn't letting it go.  His bulging shaft driven by strong feral hindquarters pumped back and forth without preparation or mercy, delighting in the feel of her soft, tender walls as they gave before his fury and slipped over his shaft.  


Every stroke was agony in that dry, unready sex and yet Lilac shrieked as much with indignity as pain.  Her sex screamed with every thrust of that brutal shaft and stretched almost to destruction but the suffering was overmatched by the mere thought of this overpowered beast atop her and enjoying her pretty body!  She was too good for him!


And he was loving it, already panting with lust, feeling those flickering tongues of burning pleasure running through his hips and thighs and driving them ever harder, reclaiming his own pride in the license he was taking on the pussy most presumptuous.  Grinning and grunting, he rode into her harder still.  


"Ummm... Mister Lord Nathaniel Sir?" muttered Russet, "You're real hurting her and-"


Russet was silenced as a tail wrapped around her waist.  She made a confused noise as the Ninetales, without ever slowing in what he was doing, whipped her around in front of the Fortune Teller and dumped her on her rear.  


"Spread your legs," commanded Nathaniel.


And Russet knew better by now than to do anything other than what Lord Nathaniel commanded.  She spread her legs at once, revealing her previously-abused sex, still dripping with Ninetales seed and no small amount of ex-virginial Furret blood.  


Nathaniel then lifted the Mismageon's head from the puddle, now brown and dripping with disturbed mud.


Through gritted teeth, Lilac hissed defiantly.  


Nathaniel paused in his thrusting, "Less of that, you," he growled in warning.  


Lilac tried to turn her head and when she couldn't, spat muddy water at Nathaniel's nearest tail.  


There was a pause.  Silence.  


Lightning struck again.  


In a quiet voice, "You're going to regret that," said Nathaniel.


Something about his tone was DEADLY.  It sent shudders up Lilac's spine.  


She whimpered softly as he pulled from her sex and for a moment began to fear for her life.


And a moment later, as she felt his cock pressing somewhere else, she began to fear for that instead.


"Nnnoo, no!" cried Lilac, as Nathaniel's cock pressed to her untouched tailhole.  


He didn't listen, he drove in with a slow and steady pressure.


She screamed immediately as her whole world seemed to split in half from her tailhole outwards, the sensitive, tender tissues parting painfully with only the lubrication of her abused sex to aid it.  Something about that pain ripped into her resistance and shook her to her core.  


Panting softly as he pushed into her warm, tight rear, Nathaniel gripped the back of her head tightly and growled, "You're going to apologise to Russet now; by which I mean you're going to lick her pussy clean."


Lilac stared at that filthy, slimy Furret hole with its disgusting, dripping Fox cum and despite her fear and pain, gasped, "No!"


Nathaniel snarled, "I said NOW," and he shoved in another inch, HARD.


She squealed as her rear nearly ripped, eclipsing any pain she had ever felt before.  The thrust driving a terrible, horrible pain into her that broke more than rectal lining.  


Yet still, she stared with bulging, unwilling eyes at the filthy task, red-splotched pink dripping with white, before her.


"NOW," growled Nathaniel, one more time, "Or I will KNOT this hole!"


Lilac gasped and shook her head.  She was so much smaller than him!  If he did that THERE... He would... She would... eyes widening and glassening in mortal dread, she looked at the Ninetales, appealing for mercy.  


Burning red eyes set in the dark recesses of a furious face scarcely less thunderous than the storm and lightened only by the cruel fangs of a humourless grin told her exactly how much mercy she could expect.


Making a noise like rattling moan, feeling all strength leave her, Lilac leant forwards then... and put her tongue to the Furret's sex.  The warm, musky taste of Nathaniel's tongue flooded her senses... and she nearly gagged, nearly stopped-


Then Nathaniel pushed into her deeper, making her shriek and squeal and kick her feet into the mud!


In desperation, she began to lap at the Furret's slit.  


Russet, deeply uncomfortable about the whole thing, suddenly felt a cat's raspy tongue licking at his sex.  A thousand tiny hooks on a wet and pulpy tongue caressing her recently abused folds and raining a thousand needles of pleasure up all the way to her clitoris and...  "EEK!  AAAH!" she squeaked, unable to protest, verbally, instead wiggling her little paws, overwhelmed..  


The Ninetales didn't notice, however, his attention entirely on the Mismageon.  "Better," growled Nathaniel, putting both forepaws on the hybrid's back and bucking into her hard just for good measure.  She squealed and kept on licking.


And so then they were off, rutting in the rain, the soft patter all around them turning the whole fertile valley into more of the mud into which the Mismageon was being driven.  Wet slapping noises abounded as a great, big Ninetales dick was driven ever deeper into an unwilling hole, matched by the load squeaking noises of a Furret driven to distraction by the intense pleasure of forced feline cunnilingus.  


It was hard to tell how long this went on, for the rain lead a hypnotic spell to proceedings and Nathaniel, patient after all, was in no mood to rush this punishment.  


It was dear Russet, thanks to her much-battered and overstimulated new sex, who first doubled over, grabbed the Mismageon's hat with body paws and squealed with delight!  Her sex convulsed and squeezed and-


A rain of Furret juices and Fox cum splattered over Lilac's face, covering her in yet more warm filth, for which she wailed and cursed in languages unknown.  


Overwhelmed, stupified and spent, Russet flopped back and uncoiled, becoming a sprawled sock upon the earth.  


Nathaniel continued rutting.   "Well done, you did something for someone other than yourself for a change," he mockingly praised.  


"Aaaaah... you monster!" wailed Lilac, "You foul, filthy-"


"Ah-ah-aaah!" chided Nathaniel, "I warn you, I am feeling a dire need to knot something and if you give me any further cheek it WILL be you."


"Ghhrrf... frrr... rrrnnn..." Lilac considered her options and demurred on her demurral. "EEK!"


Nathaniel hilted... but didn't knot.  Enjoying the warm feel of the ruined rear around his cock in the rain, he smiled before pulling back and continued to thrust, but slowly.  "Now... you're going to tell me why you did all this."  All the while pumping, "And leave nothing out... or else..." and he hilted her again, driving in right up to the knobs of his knot and leaving the threat unspoken.  


A minute later he finished in the screaming Mismageon, but true to his word, left the knot out of her body.  Instead, he pulled out and as he panted and gasped in savage glee, coated the wet back of the cat in scalding hot Fox cum.  All the better to warm the rain-drenched wench up.  


He left her in the mud and went to stand a short ways away.


Broken, humiliated and overpowered in every sense, Lilac fought the urge to bury her face in the puddle and sob.  She didn't want to give him the satisfaction of seeing her like that, however she might feel now.  


"Look up," instructed Nathaniel.


She thought of defying him, but knew better than that by now.  So hesitantly, reluctantly, she did.


Nathaniel had reared up on his hindlegs and balanced with his tails, standing almost like a biped, the Ninetales reached for something on his neck that hadn't appeared to be there before.  Lilac frowned and stared... an Ocarina?  A small royal-blue Ocarina?  Did he mean to taunt her with music, now?


She wondered if she should attack him after all, perhaps reclaim some small measure of pride before death-


The Ninetales blew into the small wind instrument and Lilac, along with everything else, froze.  The colours faded from the land.  The rain stopped falling, droplets shining, suspended briefly in the air...  Then they began to fall upwards, receding into the skies.  Skies that warmed as the colours, all colours scrolled backwards through the spectrum, reversing and the sky began to tumble above them.  Night and day, rolling past, one after another, faster and faster...


And then it stopped.  


And Lilac nearly died to find herself lying not on the muddy ground, but on the smooth, hard stone of a grand and beautiful temple made of aged granite.  She gasped and tried to rise, but the pain in her rear had her stumble, pitch over and fall.  She bumped her nose and sniffled.


No, no, this couldn't be, surely not.  Surely everything she was seeing was a trick, a cruel mirage, an illusion cast by the Ninetales to taunt her and this was too much, all too much and...


Something rolled on the ground in front of her.  A single perfect white pearl, so perfect it could scarcely exist.  Bright beyond any light case upon it, gleaming with its own energy.  


The Ninetales who had pushed it carelessly from the plinth smiled down at her.  "Had you but asked, I would have gotten it for you.  The dead of this world have no use for it and there's no sense in letting this sit here undisturbed for centuries until the swamp claims it.  It's yours."


Lilac's eyes moved between the Ninetales and the pearl.  Back and forth, back and forth, her mind struggling to come to terms with literally any part of the situation.  


Eventually, then, she started to cry, sobbing deep, rich sobs into the ground.  


"Just use its power responsibly," warned Nathaniel, "And never lie to me again."


Lilac nodded and continued to weep.  


*    *    *


Nathaniel reappeared as suddenly as he'd disappeared and the now-sobbing Lilac with him.  The Ninetales strode away from the pitiful brown-and-pink lump, leaving her in the swamp as he stroke back over for Russet.   


Still dazed, Russet had barely looked up before the Ninetales had lifted her up in his tails and then blown into his Ocarina again.  Everything swirled.  The sky changed, becoming blue and beautiful.  


A stunned Furret was lowered to her feet, to look around in bewildered wonder.  


White marble gleaming in the bright, foreign sunlight, a beautiful white mansion, several stories tall and supported on grand columns, with a grand foyer filled with art and an indoor fountain visible through great glass windows that showed right the way through to a verdant courtyard sat nestled between gorgeous woodlands.  


"Whu-whaaaaaaa..?" cried the Furret, eyes wide in disbelief.  A simple rural Courier, she had never before been teleported, let alone been taken from one world to another, nor even seen such grandeur as this before.  


"My home, Vinkolt Manor," said Lord Nathaniel, "welcome and do stay a while."


Putting aside his wonder in how they'd even got there, Russet stared at the Ninetales in shock.  "Why-why, your Lordship sir, I do say I'm honoured to be here and all but I can't accept your invitation, I've got a job to do and-"


"I'm afraid I quite insist," said Nathaniel, with a smirk upon his muzzle, "After all, I can't very well turn you back and send you home..."


Russet doubled up and stared as a blue-tipped silver tail caressed her belly.


"...When there's every chance my seed has taken root within you."


Russet's jaw nearly dropped to the floor, gasping, "Whaaaaa..?"


Nathaniel chuckled and strode towards the door.  "I insist you stay a while... and we'll make sure."