Zoroark sat outside the window, planning out his moves. It had been some time before he had caught any humans in his neck of the woods. Perhaps they had finally learned to stay away? Though he enjoyed the peace for a bit, he missed the adrenaline and pleasure of taking their kids for a spin. The dark type had figured it was time to take initiative. If humans weren't going to come to him, he'd go to them. The pokemon knew this house would be easy. He had been staking it out for some time and was able to learn that it was just a single father and his child who lived there. They had no pokemon of their own to make things difficult. The beastly pokemon approached the window, and to his convenience it slid open easily. He climbed on into the dark bedroom within.

The room wass dimly lit, a night lamp sat on a bedstand. It rotated, casting colored lights of various pokemon that moved around the walls of the room. The night light, toys on the floor and smell of baby powder and fresh diapers was a dead give away that this was the child's bedroom. Zoroark walked over to the door, flipping on a light switch. He could now see the boy curled on his bed. The little human was peacefully asleep, with a pacifier in his mouth. Someone's own bed should be one of the safest places in the world for them, and that was true for the young boy who was deep in his dreams. He'd be wishing he could stay asleep soon enough, about to be pulled from his dream and into a nightmare of a reality. Zoroark grabbed a shirt off the floor and a bottle of baby oil from a nearby changing table, ripping the long sleeve off of the shirt. Standing over the sleeping boy, he quickly wrapped the sleeve around the toddler's head. The boy quickly woke up and attempted to scream at the dark beast before him, but the makeshift gag of his own pacifier served well to muffle his cries. He attempted to crawl away from the Zoroark, but the pokemon was quick to clutch the boy's hips with both hands. He dragged the terrified child closer to him, ass first and slipped the pajama bottoms off of him. The pokemon stared at the diapered rear of the boy, estimating where his little hole must be. With a quick poke of his sharp claw, Zoroark punctured a hole into the butt of the diaper. He pulled it open just a bit, to peer inside and was delighted to see that his estimation was correct. Grabbing the baby oil, he poured the slick fluid. It poured down the smooth backside of the diaper, but more importantly, through the freshly made hole on it. Within the padding, the child's rear had become smeared with the warm and oily substance.

Zoroark wiped his hand against the boy's rear, scooping up a generous amount of oil. He smeared it all over his cock, which had become fully erect with excitement. Clutching the lower half of the child in his hands, the pokemon poked his cock through the hole of the diaper. Making contact with the puckered hole of the boy, Zoroark spared him no mercy. Having learned just hole durable their entrances can be, the beast had grown much more bold with his methods. One forceful thrust, and the entirety of his member popped into the human's virgin love hole. From a mirror on the other side of the room, Zoroark could clearly see the boy's face. Bright red and soaked with tears, his vain attempts at screaming and crying were suppressed by the very pacifier that usually helped him relax. The pitiful sight of the boy's misery did nothing to slow Zoroark down, who began thrusting in and out of the boy with aggression. He huffed and heaved with every movement, as the tight boy-pussy squeezed his cock. Mercilessly, he pounded at the boy's bum, harder and faster. Though the oil had given a soothing warmth to Zoroark's cock, it burned against the interior of the child's anus. The pokemon was close to finishing, but held it in tight. He needed this to last as long as he could make it. Who knew when he'd get another chance to relieve himself in such a manner? A pressure built up within him as the overwhelming need to cum washed over the pokemon. He continued to resist, pumping and thrusting his member into the boy. Finally the pressure was too much. Against the pokemon's efforts to squeeze himself shut and the boy's tight asshole pinching him closed, large amounts of Zoroark's semen forcefully erupted from the pokemon. He had never came so much or so hard in his life, and he sighed with relief as he stuffed the little boy with rope after rope of his cum.

He released the boy from his grip, but the child was too exausted and terrified to move. He curled on the bed, his hands covering his face as he sobbed. Zoroark looked at his rear. The clean hole of the diaper had taken quite a beating. It now sat there, torn and soggy with the frothy mess that had been oozing from the boy's rear during all the activity. In a strange moment of politeness, Zoroark grabbed a fresh diaper and wrapped it over the tattered one the boy already wore. Strapping it on, the child was now doubled down in padded and the mess that would no doubt leak out of him throughout the night would not stain the bed. Using the remainder of the shirt from before, Zoroark ripped it into more straps which he hog-tied the child onto the bed with. He snickered with amusement at the surprised the little human's father would find in the morning. He flipped the lights back off, and as suddenly as he came, he was gone through the open window. Perhaps his turf could be wherever he pleased from now on.