Zoroark marched into his dank and musty lair, a zipped up sleeping bag slung over his shoulder. Something within was crying and thrashing about. The pokemon had spent the entire day spying on a large group of humans. Watching them, he had picked out a little boy who was the cutest he had ever seen. Deciding to play it stealthy, he waited until everyone went to sleep to snatch up his target. He didn't do well against larger numbers, after all.

Setting the sleeping bag on his own filthy bed, Zoroark quickly unzipped the plush camping equipment and exposing his little guest. The boy was curled up and sobbing in the middle of the bed, which was now layered with the open sleeping bag. In his struggles, he had kicked off his own pajama bottoms, leaving his diaper fully visible. Extra puffed up and fluffy from the boy's pointless struggles, it remained fastened around the human's sweaty skin. The child looked up at the pokemon with large, fearful eyes as if silently pleaded to be spared the unknown fait that awaited him. Zoroark merely licked his lips, eager to try this little boy out. With a few quick swishes of a clawed finger, the pokemon popped all the buttons off of the toddler's pajama top and slid it down off of his arms. Lifting the child off the bed, the dark type observed the diapered boy he held out in front of him. The child was tired, hardly able to kick his little legs in the open air.

Zoroark plopped on his back atop the bed, his upper body propped up by the pillows. His bright, red cock was fully erect and poking upwards as a bead of clear precum peaked from its tip. Zoroark smiled gleefully as he teased the tearful child by lowering him down slightly. The beastly pokemon poked and prodded at the young boy's diaper with his member, his own natural lubricant smearing across its smooth and white surface. With enough of the precum dribbling from his tip, the diaper did a nice job slathering the slick substance around the pokemon's fleshy and pulsing cock. Now just about ready to start the fun, Zoroark paused to consider some things. Most people tresspass on his turf of their own free will. Weather or not they know of any danger, they still brought themselves here. Kids like this are too young to make those kinds of choices. They're merely brought here by their foolish parents and it's very unfair for them to have to pay the price for the adult's foolishness. Zoroark couldn't help but feel a bit bad for the child, thinking maybe the right thing to do would be to return him to his camp.

A wide, sharp and toothy grin spread across the pokemon's face. He was much hornier than he was merciful. Loweing the boy just enough that his feet stood on the furry waist of the pokemon, Zoroark use his now free hand to tightly grasp the fluffy crotch of the human's diaper. In a single violent jerk, the dark type ripped the diaper clean right off of the frightened child and tossed it aside. Zoroark was amused by the boy's tiny anatomy. He playfully squeezed the child's sorry excuse of a penis and poked at his shriveled little ballsack. Lifting the boy back up, he hovered the helpless child over his cock. Zoroark doubted the boy would fit all the way, but surely he was big enough to get the job done. Lowering the trembling human slowly, the pokemon's member slid nicely between the boy's bare cheeks as the pointy tip kissed at the tight entrance it faced. Very slightly he bounced the boy up and down, allowing the fresh asshole time to give in to the fleshy rod attempting to make its way in. Zoroark pressed the boy down with gradually increasing intensity, feeling the success as he cock opened the way more and more. Soon enough, he felt the tight passage swallow around the tip of his dick. Now he just needed to get some of the shaft in there. Zoroark figured the little human could take in about half, but the girth from tip to the middle of his shaft was no easy matter. Tears continued running down the boy's face as Zoroark continued working him down his member. He even thrusted himself to try and speed up the process. Finally and with a pop, he could feel the toddler's tight anus wrapped around the middle of his shaft. Zoroark imagined it couldn't feel too comfortable but the boy would get over it. With the human's little asshole now stretched and adjusted enough, the pokemon began to move his living fleshlight up and down. The child ghasped and moaned uncomfortably at the feeling of the large object leaving and re-entering him, but Zoroark was having a blast. He savored every moment of the tight hole squeezing and milking him for every drop of fluid that oozed from his tip.

Perhaps it was the gravity of being on his back, or the tight hole blocking passage, but this was taking far longer than Zoroark was used to. His arms were getting tired of moving the child himself and so he stood up, lifting the boy with him as he was still penetrated. He laid the boy down on the bed and grabbed his ankles in one hand, pulling his legs up and out of the way. With the boy restrained, Zoroark began thrusting his cock in and out. He managed to get it a little deeper than before and was able to work much faster. The pokemon wondered what kind of effects this ordeal might have on the sobbing boy. Would he need diapers for the rest of his life after this? Zoroark didn't mind, he loved the things. Having a better grip on the situation, the dark type knew his time was almost near. Slowing his thrusts, his cock pulsed as the hot and sticky loads erupted from him into their tight new home. Zoroark never came so hard in his life, howling as he continued to stuff the boy with his guiltless seed. A creamy white ring of cum seeped from the boy's anus and around Zoroark's cock. With a couple of tugs, he slipped his member out of the human as a sloppy mess attempted to escape in the moments before his hole closed back. Zoroark stood there, his dick drooping down and dripping the messy mixture of the pair's sex on the floor. Wiping the drool from his furry face, the pokemon was quick to pin the boy down to the bed. Grabbing a nearby discarded diaper from a previous guest, Zoroark managed to strap the fussy boy down in his new diaper. It wasn't exactly fresh: the previous wearer had left quite a smear on the inside, but the boy looked nice in his pink Skitty themed diaper. It was also notabley thicker and Zoroark watched in amusement as the boy tried to run away. Waddling and falling to the floor, he had no chance at escaping.

Usually when kids were this young, Zoroark would return them where they would be found after he's had his fun. But the pokemon just couldn't get over how cute his new guest was, even in his sorry state. Why should Zoroark bring him back now? Why not wait until the morning? Or even an entire week maybe? He'd get back home whenever the pokemon was done with him and if the child gets hungry, Zoroark has plenty of fresh 'milk' to give. The pokemon scooped the frightened and exausted boy and went around his lair, turning off the battery powered lanterns that illuminated the cave. Tossing the messy sleeping bag off the bed, Zoroark hopped in with the boy in his arms. The pokemon had no trouble falling asleep, snuggling the terrified boy like a teddy bear. It was dark and his captor was snoring loudly. Try as he might, the child could no escape the pokemon's grip and so had no choice but to fall asleep as the creature's prisoner, not knowing what else the pokemon might have in store for him.