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Admittedly took me a very long time to post this, finally was able to get my side for it written up and done. Ryme up to her typical shenanigans once more~
Unfortunately, not learning much from the last time she annoyed a snivy, even with a type and size advantage, she still can't really handle anyone that can put up a decent fight~
This small bit is written from Ryme's perspective, but if you would like to see it from Thorne's then check out \r\n\t\t\t\t\t
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(CW: Non-Consensual, Sexism)
Along the dimly lit streets, homes lined up in carefully spaced roads dotted the sides of the city. Each home, built much the same way, with a window facing out that most residents lock properly at night. For most, this is enough of a deterrent, as the lock easily keeps out anyone that never truly intended to get in. They were well made and secure, stopping most from even trying to break in, as expected of a place run by a group like the eastern trade federation. Anyone with the money to pay for a home here has enough to protect them, and any that don’t never tend to last long on these streets.
That was the general sentiment at least. But for a specific thief, the false sense of security only made it much easier to break in and steal whatever she wanted, and a lock was only ever going to keep out the honest. Because of this, for a certain salazzle, the only honestly she would ever have, is that she was guaranteed to steal from you if given the chance.
Tonight wasn’t any different, making her way to another house and breaking in, she snuck around, taking whatever she could that looked even remotely valuable for herself. Each item would no doubt sell quite well, netting her another hefty sum of coin.
“This is just too easy, especially when the only one patrolling was that stupid snivy and his half witted posse!”
As she made her way out another window, she saw a figure in her peripheral vision. While alarmed at first, thinking it might be someone more threatening, her tensions dropped as she laid eyes on the said snivy. The red colored snake glared at her, while Ryme only gave him a degrading smile before mocking him.
“Pfft, you lost kid? It isn’t safe to be out this late, you know. Your parents are gonna ground you~.”
The comment only served to annoy him more, as visible upon his face. It was clear she was mocking the fact he hadn’t evolved yet, having full knowledge of his actual age. Crossing his arms in annoyance, he ignored her obvious insult while rolling his eyes.
“A woman trying to steal from my turf? Are you for real, bitch?”
The comment only made it that much better when she escaped, the image of all those big, strong pokemon that followed him getting to see just how weak their little “leader” was. Vivid images of him being taken and used as punishment caused her mind to wander, as she turned tail and ran, confident that there was no way that little twerp could ever catch up to her. Running away was a specialty of hers afterall!
“Ha! As if some unevolved runt could ever catch me! What are you gonna do about it pip-”
It was slow. The sudden fall, the rush of air, and the tug against her leg. The force of hitting the concrete almost didn’t even exist for her, as her mind swarmed with everything that went wrong. The bag fell out of her hands as the contents hit the ground, all sorts of items littering the street as Ryme lay with her backside pointed in the air.
Before she could even register the idea of pulling herself up, the Snivy from before was already on her. Despite how small he was, vines kept her arms down and his strength kept her pinned down. She cursed her severe lack of physical strength as it once again allowed someone to so easily overpower her. Unable to do anything, and her arms completely tied down, the snivy pushed his way into her vent, both of the smaller snakes' twin rods forcing her open as they slid their way in.
If it had only been one, perhaps it would have been fine, but with both at the same time, Ryme could do little beyond scream in pain, trying to force him off and making little to no headway with the endeavor. The snivy, all too happy to see Ryme underneath him, taunted her, making sure that she knew just what was going to happen to her now.
“I’ll give a cunt like you a painful reminder who rules these streets, whore!”
And there the trusts began, hard and fast, each agonizing one making Ryme struggle defiantly. He was doing it all on purpose, making it as uncomfortable as possible to prove a point, and as painful as he could so she would see what happened to anyone that dared to get caught on his streets. His hemipenis thrust into her, sliding over her walls and forcing her cunt to stay open, all while the snivy relished in her pain, the euphoria of Ryme’s pathetic state causing him to cum into her womb within short order. The most she could do was hope he wasn’t able to give her eggs, but at least it was over…
“Hey, you guys can come out now. I can see you recruits can follow orders well enough. As a reward, you can have this slut for the night. Let her go by the morning, I’m feeling merciful tonight, and a night of gangrape should teach her a good enough lesson.”
The sound of more men, the ones she remembered worked for him, made their way towards her. The sound of their steps made it clear they were far, far bigger than she was, but how many of them she wasn’t quite able to surmise. She did not need to guess for too long, as a rough hand grabbed her by the throat, turning her around so he could see her pitiful face. A tyranitar…
“N-no…please…w-wait…I-”
It did not matter. Throwing her to the ground, the massive rock type smothered her in his sheer bulk, his single thick rod massive and far bigger than even the snivy’s own rammed into her vent, forcing it open as the tip immediately hit her wall, causing her to scream.
“S-stop! No! I learned it! Arceus, please don’t leave me here!!!”
Her screams fell on deaf ears as the snivy walked away, while half a dozen other men grabbed and prodded her with their shafts, stuffing her maw and forcing it open, finally silencing her screams as they filled her throat with their seed…
This was going to be a very…long and painful night…
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