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A Fox's Folly

Rays of scattered light shined down on Renamon, rousing the anthro fox from her sleep. Her eyes fluttered open, her vision slowly focusing on the world around her. She held her paw to her head, feeling a little woozy. Where was she? How did she get here? She tried to piece together her thoughts, shaking off the haze of slumber. The last thing she remembered was encountering a strange Digimon unlike any she had ever seen before. The unusual creature looked sort of like a floating light bulb with small bolts of lightning for arms. Things went dark after that... and now she was here. The important question was, where was here? Was she still in the digital world? Or had she somehow ended up in the real world?

She took a look around to get a grasp on her surroundings. The area was heavily forested, and certainly had the feel of the real world. Even the natural areas of the digital world had always had a lingering artificial air to them, but she wasn't sensing that here. The only other thing of note, was a strange device lying by her side. The unusual device was predominantly red and white, with a large screen at its center. Had she come out of this device? Unfortunately she wouldn't be getting any answers here since said screen was cracked, and the thing seemed damaged beyond repair.

With few other options, Renamon decided it was best to scout the area. She got to her feet, picked the path that seemed the least obstructed, and started to move forward. As she made her way through the forest, something felt... off. This place didn't feel like the digital world, but it also didn't quite feel like the real world either. She wasn't sure what to make of it, and it had her on edge. Still she continued forward, feeling that it would do her no good to simply stay here. She traveled for roughly ten minutes without seeing another living soul, through her sharp senses were definitely picking up signs of life, and there was the nagging feeling that someone was watching her. She suddenly whipped around, checking behind her. She heard a light "Eek!" and her eyes caught something that had been peeking out from behind a tree quickly retreat out of sight. She assumed a defensive stance, preparing to face the unknown threat.

"I know you are there." she stated stoically "Come out and face me."

There was a light rustling before her stalker nervously inched into view. What Renamon saw was not quite what she expected. It was yet another Digimon she did not recognize. That fact, in and of itself, wasn't strange, after all the digital world was a huge place and Digimon came in all shapes and sizes. But still, something just felt... foreign about the creature. The unknown being was definitely floral in nature, with large leaves growing from its waist that covered its entire lower body, and two bright flowers sprouting from its head; The whole ensemble giving the creature the appearance of a beautiful dancer. The living plant approached her meekly.

"Who are you? And why are you following me?" Renamon asked sternly.

"M-My name is Bellossom." the creature stammered nervously "And i-it's just... Y-You aren't from around her, are you?"

Yet another sign something was amiss. For one, the creature's name was odd, not following the usual Digimon naming format. Second, this Bellossom seemed to feel the same alien sense about Renamon that the fox did about her. Still, the small creature did not appear to be a threat. Her body language was timid and apprehensive, definitely not the demeanor of someone her meant her harm. Renamon decided to drop her stance, hoping it would allow the creature to relax a little.

"Yes, I am... new here." Renamon replied, not wanting to look weak in front of a stranger, she decided it was best to keep the details of her situation to a minimum "Can you direct me to the nearest settlement?"

"The nearest settlement is that way." the Bellossom replied, pointed down a thickly wooded path. Renamon turned to set down the trail, but as soon as she took her first step, the Bellossom spoke up "O-Oh but I wouldn't go that way if I were you."

"And why not?" Renamon asked with a slight bit of irritation.

"W-Well it's just that some really bad Pokemon live in that part of the woods." the Bellosom answered.

Pokemon? Renamon had never heard of that particular Digimon before. Though judging from the strange circumstances it was entirely possible it wasn't a Digimon at all. A bit of unease washed over her, and for the briefest of moments she considered taking another route. But her pride wouldn't allow it. If she had backed down every time she was faced with the unknown, she would not have become the strong Digimon she was today. Despite her predicament, she was confident she could handle whatever this forest threw at her.

"Thanks, but I think I can handle myself." she stated confidently, before continuing down the path. leaving the concerned Bellossom to watch her go.

For hours Renamon traveled down the rugged path, but it didn't seem like she was getting any closer to her goal. Had the Bellossom lied to her? It was unlikely; Why point out the path and then warn her of danger if it was a trap? A sudden rustle from a nearby bush shook her from her thoughts and put her on high alert. She assumed a combat stance, remembering the Bellossom's warning. However nothing happened. With an exasperated sigh, Renamon dropped her stance. Was she hearing things? Was she letting her nerves get the best of her? She shook these thoughts from her head; There was no room for doubt in this situation; She had to remain focused. With renewed determination, she pressed forward.

However the seeds of unease had already been planted. Despite her attempts to remain calm, she found herself becoming increasingly anxious. She couldn't shake the feeling that something was watching her. She kept her ears perked and alert for sounds. The atmosphere had become unsettlingly quiet, but every so often she could hear motion around her. Someone was following her, she was sure of it. However she could not pin down her pursuer's location. She tried to act like nothing was amiss, not wanting her stalker to know she was aware of their presence, hoping they would slip up and allow her to get the jump on them. However her follower was cautious, patient; He kept his presence hidden well. With each step, her unease grew and it chipped away at her psyche until she couldn't take it anymore! Lost in an unknown land; Stalked by an unknown foe; It was enough to rattle even the most stoic of warriors. Renamon assumed a combat stance again, quickly looking around as she slowly backed towards a tree to cover her blind spot.

"I know you're out there! Show yourself!" she demanded, still trying to sound confident.

Her head continued to dart side to side, keeping an eye out for any sudden attacks. She listened intently for her stalker, but things remained deathly silent... that is until a wicked hiss reached her ears. Above her! She looked up just in time to see a massive green snake descend upon her from the very tree she had tried to use as protection. Caught off guard, Renamon was completely unable to defend herself from the sudden assault. With demonic speed the reptile coiled around her, trapping her arms to her sides and locking her legs together. Renamon struggled to shake off her attacker, but was no match for the thick coiling muscles that made up the serpent's body. Soon she was rendered all but helpless; Still standing, but otherwise unable to move. At this point the snake turned to face her, providing her with her first good look at her assailant.

The serpents body was a deep forest green, with a lighter shade of green on their underbelly. There was a strange split near their neck causing a layer of skin to peel back like a leaf, forming an fancy looking collar. From that point up, their back changed to a lighter shade of green while their underbelly shifted to white, making the rest of their body appear like nothing more than an eccentric coat. The final characteristic of note were the two tall pointed ears growing from their head, which were highly unusual for a serpent. Renamon had to admit, their entire appearance carried a degree of regality behind it.

However any air of nobility they had vanish as the serpent's smile spread into a sly and cocky grin "Well, well, it looks like I've made quite the catch. What's a pretty little thing like you doing wandering this big bad forest all alone?" he asked with a patronizing tone.

Renamon didn't reply, instead giving him a defiant glare as she continued to struggle in his grasp.

"Oh don't look at me like that." he feigned hurt "And here I thought we could be rather TIGHT!"

His coils suddenly constricted around Renamon, completely cutting off her struggles, and forcing the oxygen from her lungs. The coils grew tighter by the second, causing extreme discomfort and pain as those powerful muscles threatened to crush the live from her. She fell to her knees, her strength starting to fail. Spots danced in front of her vision as her lungs burned desperately for air. Her usually sturdy body felt as fragile as a twig within the serpent’s grasp, a twig that could snap at any moment. As darkness swam a the edge of her vision, she collapsed to the ground, cursing herself for making such a rookie mistake. How could she have missed such an obvious blind spot?! Now she was going to end up as a meal for this vile serpent, surely there was no fate more humiliating...

Suddenly the coils around her chest loosened, and she gasped desperately for air. The coils around her legs released completely, but she didn't take the opportunity to struggle. She was too focused on controlling her breathing to notice, and even if she had, she was too weak from near asphyxiation to fight back. After several moments of severe wheezing, Renamon finally recovered enough to feel something snaking around each of her legs. She looked down to find a pair of vines wrapping around her legs and inner thigh. Before she had time to piece together what was happening, the vines pulled outward, forcing her legs apart. Renamon's face started to flush as her most private area was revealed to her captor. The snake moved his head between her legs, taking a deep whiff of her exposed crotch.

"Ah, you smell divine." he commented.

Renamon's blush grew, but her face contorted into an angry grimace as she finally regained enough sense to realize what was happening "Get away from there you vile fiend!" she demanded, her struggles returning in full force. She tried desperately to close her legs, both to regain her decency and to crush the wicked serpent's head, but the vines proved to be too strong. "I swear, when I get out of this, I'm going to kill you!" she threatened.

"Ha! It sounds like you caught yourself a live one, Serperior!" A new, unfamiliar voice called out. A moment later, a large anthropomorphic feline emerged from the nearby woods "That's good, I like 'em feisty."

He was an imposing figure, with a powerful upper body build. His chest was covered in gray fur with some black markings, while the rest of his body was a mix of red with black stripes. He wore a large wrestling belt that literally seemed to be made of fire, and a confident grin that matched his ego. But it wasn't his physique that frightened Renamon, she had beaten plenty of Digimon tougher looking then him. No, it was the way he was looking at her that had her worried, eying her like she was nothing more than a piece of meat.

"Oh and quite the looker too." he continued leaning in towards the trapped vixen "Your fur looks lovely. I can't wait to feel it running through my paws."

If looks could kill, then the feline would have been struck dead on the spot; Such was the intensity of Renamon's glare. But that just made the tiger chuckle "Such spirit; That always makes them so much more fun to break. Serperior, get her in position for me, will you?" the feline instructed.

"Sure thing, Incineroar." the serpent replied, also letting out a sinister snicker of anticipation.

Using the mighty muscles of his tail, the Serperior managed to pull Renamon back up to her knees. He made sure to use his vines to keep her legs apart, giving the vile feline unrestricted access to her most private region. The Incineroar circled around behind, kneeling down to get a good look at her back side. Suddenly she feels his big strong paws, gently rubbing over legs and crotch. He hums in approval, making Renamon sick to her stomach.

"S-Stop, you disgusting creep!" she protests, trying once again to free herself from her captor's coils.

"I must say, that's one fine rump you have." he commented lewdly.

"Don't you dare, I swear I'll- eek!" he protest was interrupted as the Incineroar suddenly groped her butt hard.

He manhandled her for a few more moments before forcefully shoving her back to the ground and grabbing her tail, forcing her to hike her rear high in the air. Then he pulled his other paw back before bringing it forward, smacking the open end of his paw firmly against her soft cheek. Renamon yelped at the sudden assault, completely caught off guard by the painful and demeaning act. And just when the sting started to fade, there was another slap... and another... and another; Each one quicker and more intense than the last. This went on for a full minute before the Incineroar finally let up, leaving the poor fox with eyes full of tears, and a face flush with embarrassment.

The Incineroar chuckled again, enjoying his power over the trapped vixen. He would have loved to play with her some more, but all the abuse had really gotten him worked up, and he just couldn't wait any longer to move on to the main event. With his impressive strength and a little assistance from the Serperior, he flipped Renamon onto her back, once again allowing her to see her captor and giving her an unpleasant view of the thing standing between his legs. Typical of most felines, the shaft was covered in sharp barbs near the head. The size was nothing to scoff at either; It was almost as thick as her arm, with an equally impressive length to boot. The Incineroar licked his lips as he eyed her exposed crotch. Renamon tried desperately to close her legs, but the Seperior's vines kept them nice and spread. The Incineroar lifted her by the legs, bringing his massive cock to her entrance and taking one final look into her pleading eyes.

"Please, don't." With her spirit on the cusp of breaking, Renamon uttered that one final plea, sacrificing the final scrap of her pride in an attempt to spare her this humiliation.

However he plight only seemed to spur the Incineroar on. He grinned wickedly before shoving his entire length into her in one swift thrust. Renamon cried out in pain and despair as her passage was violently spread to its limits. The fiend hadn't even bothered to lube her up, using only her natural moisture as he brutally forced his way to her cervix. Once again Renamon tried to thrash, but the Serperior kept his coils tight around her. In the meantime, the Incineroar held still for a moment, basking in the feeling of her clenching walls trying desperately to force his invading member out. Unfortunately their treatment was having the opposite effect, only serving to pleasure the vile rapist.

Once he had adjusted to her tight passage, the Incineroar started to pull back slowly, allowing the spines on his cock to rake at the vixen's innermost walls. Renamon grit her teeth at the alien sensation, it hurt to have those barbs scraping across her sensitive flesh, but beneath the pain was a tingle of unexpected and unwanted pleasure. She silently cursed her body for betraying her. The intense stimulation of her loins was triggering her body's natural responses against her will. She became hot and flustered, while her tunnel grew wet with her own natural lube, making it that much easier for the beast to rape her.

He continued to pull back until only his tip remained, then he pressed forward again, slower this time, truly savoring the way her flesh massaged his aching cock. He purred in contentment at the pleasurable sensation engulfing his length. He thrust into her again and again, working up a steady rhythm as he allowed his feral instincts to take over. Renamon was helpless to stop the ruthless assault. She grunted and groaned with each thrust, fighting back her desire to moan. She didn't wanting to give her captors that satisfaction, but despite her best efforts, the occasional gasp of unwanted pleasure would escape her lips.

"Oh, I think she's getting into it." the Serperior teased her.

"Sh-Shut huh-up!" she growled out between breaths.

But the Incineroar wasn't paying attention to either of them. His entire focus was on the wonderful feeling surrounding his cock. His purring escalated in a low growl and his thrusting became more savage as he became lost in carnal bliss. He pounded her harder and faster with absolutely no regard for her comfort or health. The sudden change in pace caused Renamon to yelp and thrash in pain. Any pleasure he had been feeling vanished as the beast rutted her without mercy. It felt like her insides were being torn apart by those wicked barbs as they raked her inner flesh relentlessly. He was like a wild animal trying to breed a tigress in heat, determined to fill her with his seed and claim her as his own.

This torment dragged out for several minutes until the Incineroar's humping became erratic from his approaching orgasm. After a few more awkward thrusts, the tiger let out a primal roar, roughly shoving his dick into his conquest as far as it would go. Renamon could feel the massive member throb within her before a burst of warm sticky cum drenched her insides. The foul rod continued to twitch and pulse, shooting load after load of thick virile spunk directly into her innermost chamber. Renamon was overwhelmed by a wave of disgust at the mere thought of that fiend's vile seed filling her womb. She could feel it splashing against her back wall, defiling her body with its filth. It was degrading, humiliating, and she just wanted it to end already. Unfortunately the Incineroar was far from finished. He continued to pump her full of cum until she felt as though her belly would burst.

But finally the Incineroar came down from his high, emptying the last of his balls in that wonderfully tight cock sleeve. Panting heavily from the exertion, he looked down at his handiwork, grinning at the sight of Renamon's bloated abdomen, filled to the brim with his semen. With a long loud slurp, he slowly pulled himself free of the vixen's ravaged pussy. A tide of excess cum gushed from her gaping hole, drenching her inner thigh and tail. Renamon too was left panting, trying to recover from the horrible ordeal. She glared at the Incineroar with renewed hatred.

"I-I swear... you'll pay for that." she uttered between breaths.

"My, my, still have some fire left, do you?" yet another unfamiliar female voice called from the forest "It sounds like you boys caught a good one."

A moment later, the voice's owner stepped forth, and Renamon was surprised to see that it was a humanoid rabbit. The anthropomorphic lagomorph stood about the same height as the vixen. Her form was lean and fit, with all the right curves. Her body was covered in deep brown fur, with large patches of tan fluff around her paws, feet, and ears. The rabbit approached Renamon, swaying her hips in a confident and sultry manner.

"Yep, a new gift just for you mistress Lopunny." The Serperior said forcing Renamon back to her knees so she could face the ravishing rabbit.

The Lopunny looked over her offering. She couldn't help but be turned on by the sight of the helpless vixen. Trapped in coils, cum leaking from between her legs, and a face flush with embarrassment; It was the perfect picture of humiliation.

"That's a good look for you, darling." the Lopunny commented as she approached "Tell me cutie, do you have a name?"

The only answer Renamon gave was a hateful glare.

"Oh come now, don't be like that." the Lopunny replied, leaning in closer so she could whisper "You can struggle all you want, but in the end I always get what I want from my pets, one way or another..."

Suddenly her face shot forward, pressing her lips to Renamon's, pulling her into a deep and passionate kiss. The surprised vixen's eyes grew wide as she felt the rabbit's tongue invade her mouth. She didn't know how to react to the sudden intrusion, allowing the skilled mistress to easily dominate her own tongue in the confusion. She was so shocked by the act, that it didn't even occur to her to bite down. Finally the Lopunny pulled back, her gaze drunk with lust.

"You and I are going to have lots of fun together." she said seductively "But for now I think my boys have earned their reward." she finished before turning to leave.

"Wait!" Renamon shouted causing the rabbit to pause in her tracks "Tell me, how can you be okay with this?!" the vixen demanded to know with a mixture of rage and disbelief.

"It's simply really; Nothing turns me on more than watching a proud warrior such as yourself being stripped of your strength and dignity, reduced to nothing more than a play thing for my amusement" the Lopunny answered " But don't worry, my boys and I take real good care of our toys." she tacked on ominously.

As if to demonstrate the point, Renamon felt something warm and slimy probing her nethers. She looked down to find the Serperior's crotch positioned below her own, his twin snake cocks twitching and pulsing in anticipation.

"No... no..." Renamon uttered, the hopelessness of her situation finally starting to sink it. Was this really to be her life from now on? Reduced from a proud and powerful warrior to a weak and helpless sex slave? She had been wrong before; She wished the snake had eaten her, for this truly was the most humiliating of fates. "NOOOOOOooooooooo...!" she cried out in despair as the Serperior pushed in, penetrating her cunt and tailhole simultaneously, signaling the beginning of her new life.

Inside a nearby bush, the Bellossom looked on helplessly from her hiding spot. She had been worried about the strange fox creature and had decided to tail her. But when things turned south, she could not bring herself to act. Paralyzed by fear, and horrified by the depraved acts of the despicable Pokemon, she could only watch with tearful eyes as Renamon suffered the very fate she had tried to prevent.