Zoroark enjoyed a life of seclusion in his neck of the woods. Or at least, he tried to. He'd fight off other pokemon and chase away any humans that were foolish enough to wander into his territory. Though pokemon became more and more scarce on his turf, humans still continued to show up periodically. Zoroark came to enjoy running them off whenever he could, making sure every human that fled had a story to tell. But it was the ones too young to tell those tales Zoroark really liked to have fun with. Any unsupervised children caught on his land were fair game as far as Zoroark was concerned and he was always cooking up fun methods to have his way. As well as being helpless to the dark type's schemes, the younger the humans were, the more compliant they were to obey.

The furry pokemon, bored of his usual daily activities, prowled around his property hoping to find such a catch. Roaming his trails and listening carefully for any noise, his ears perked up upon hearing a high pitched giggle. Like a shadow darting between trees, Zoroark moved quickly towards the sound, stopping behind some bushes next to a trail. Peering through the leaves, Zoroark spotted his prey: A small pair of twins, possibly the cutest girls he had ever seen. To be this little and roam throughout the woods by themselves was just far too easy. Zoroark watched them play with a sharp toothed smile on his face, holding hands and skipping around as they laughed and giggled. The pokemon sniffed the air, detecting no other traces of humans besides this pair. It seemed they were truly alone. Zoroark's heart pumped with excitement and he rubbed his hands greedily, remaining silent as they happened to be skipping right his way. As soon as they were close to his bush, the Zoroark lept out with a mighty roar. The size of the large creature standing over them and the starting sound of the roar knocked both girls off their feet. Paralyzed with fear, they held each other unable to run as they sat in the grass. They could not bring themselves to scream, only sob as their eyes welled up with the tears they fought back. Stepping closer and grinning ear to ear, Zoroark could smell a scent that filled his heart with joy. Baby powder wafted to his nostrils and Zoroark just had to have a look. He gripped the skirts of both of their overall dresses and gave them a lift. The twin's fear increased with the pokemon's touch so close, but Zoroark only grew happier at the sight of the fluffy white undergarments he spied. Diapers were always a good sign to him, a symbol of helplessness that he rather enjoyed. Without hesitation, Zoroark scooped both of the girls up, carrying one under each arm to take them back to his den for a round of fun.

He marched gleefully through the woods, the crying pair of toddlers kicking their legs in a vain attempt to escape his grip. With his prizes still in his possession, Zoroark arrived at his home: A cave decorated with a variety of old and discarded human furniture. He made his way merrily to an old bed, plopping both the girls onto the worn and stained mattress. Now quiet but still shivering, the two twins continued to hold each other as they looked up at the pokemon with their tear filled eyes. Grinning and rubbing his chin, Zoroark stared back pondering how he should savor his prize. He grabbed one of the girls by both her legs, pulling them up and spreading them apart. He dug his face between them, enjoying himself a few big whiffs of her powdery pampers while the other could merely watch beside her. The sweet scent had the pokemon mesmirized and feeling the diaper crinkle against his nose, he knew what he was going to do. The diapers were the object of his affection and he had figured out exactly how he would use them. Releasing the tot's legs, her and her sister scooted back towards the opposite end of the bed. Seeing the dark pokemon standing at the foot of the mattress they now noticed the throbbing, red organ between his legs. It pulsed rythmatically, ribbed at the shaft and dripping a clear substance onto the mattress. The girls had no time to think about what the pokemon's member was before he reached over to them. In a flash, he had undone the clips on both of their overall dresses and thrown them to the floor along with their shirts. They both huddled fearfully on the bed, their shoes, diapers and the bow they each wore on their heads being the only clothing that remained.

Zoroark once again grabbed at the legs of the twin he admired previously, dragging her across the mattress towards him as she cried out to her sister. Seeing the Zoroark now reaching towards her, the other twin turned around in an attempt to crawl away from the pokemon. It was no use though, as soon as her rear end face towards him she felt him gripping at her sides as she was lifted from the bed. Her back still towards the Zoroark, she could only whine and kick her feet as she was held directly above her sister who still lay on her back. Zoroark quickly sat the second child onto the first, the butt of one's diaper now pressed onto the crotch of the other. With one twin now pinned down to the bed beneath the other, the dark type kept his hands clutched on the other keeping them both in place. He stared at the point where their diapers met, thinking about the cozy pocket of space between them. Zoroark gave a big snort and cleared his throat, a large collection of mucus now in his mouth. He spat the phlegm right out and watched the gooey substance pelt right at the crack between their diapers. Before it could dribble downard, Zoroark began to scoot the twin in his grip back and forth. The sound of their plastic backed diapers rubbing together was soothing, but soon was replaced by the slick noises of their lubrication by the spit being spread across them. He slightly lifted the twin in his grip and saw the strand of saliva connecting between their diapers. He figured this was good enough as he sat her back down. Zoroark got right up against the pair, the tip of his red rocket meeting the tight gap between their diapers.

Zoroark gave precise and quick thrusts, working his cock into the tight plastic space. With each thrust he got further and further between the twins, until finally his member poked out the other end. Sandwiched cozilly between their diapers, Zoroark let his cock enjoy the weight of the toddler on it. The dark type began to pick his motions up once again, slowly but powerfully. He worried moving too fast would cause too much friction against his cock, or that he'd tear their perfect little pants apart. The second twin could only watch the first's expression of horror as she had a front row seat of the pokemon's member poking in and out of her view between the two of them. She lay there, unsure what her fate was but helpless to it regardless as both twins felt the girth of his shaft leave and re-enter between them. The Zoroark's breathing became heavier as the minutes went by. He eased his grip on the girl a bit more in the hoped that her weight would pinch him shut as he fought to hold back his oncoming orgasm. He clenched tighter and tighter, hoping to prolong his fun for just another minute but it was no use. Zoroark tilted his head back and let out a roar, his tongue hanging lazily out the side of his maw. Obstructed by the twin he held, globs of his sticky semen escaped from his cock. They all found their way onto the other toddler, pelting her on the face or coming to rest on her bare and flat chest and belly. She managed to lean up, observing the miss as she wiped tears from her eyes and snorted her runny nose. She even swallowed the bitter cum that made its way into her mouth.

His deed finally done, Zoroark needed his alone time. He released his grip and shoo'd both of the terrified children off. They wept and sobbed as they made a run for it, grabbing their clothes on the way out of the cave. Zoroark dove onto the mattress where the girls were moments before. He folded his arms behind his head, resting it against his head as he crossed his legs, rocking a foot back and forth. He was sure he'd never see them again, no child ever shows themself on his turf a second time. But playthings always seemed plentiful in his neck of the woods, so he began to wonder how he'd deal with his next prey.