[b]This short story contains: Male feral Mightyena / Vulpix Rape PMD-ish setting[/b] ---------------------------- A quiet rustling. A flickering shadow. The tiniest hint of strange scent in the air. These were the signs of a visit from the Nightstalker. He was by no means an infamous raider, but his name was known, especially among the hunters hoping for the bounty reward on his head. But the Nightstalker - a lithe but strong Mightyena, well familiar to blending in with the dark - was no easy catch. Avoiding daylight altogether and remaining hidden on clearer moonlit nights, he only prowled when the darkness was his ally. Other tricks reinforced his trade - the knowhow to walk without a sound, to mask his scent from the wary nose. When he wanted not to be seen, it would be so. Tonight he decided to sneak into a small Pokemon village. Not for money, not for food - he was good on both. Truth be told, he was restless. Restless and perhaps a little needy, hoping for an easy target to sate his desires. Wooden huts and stone structures provided shadow for him to lurk and pass through, the occasional torch or light avoided with wary ease. Guards roamed - not many, but enough to keep the four-legged stalker on his figurative toes. One of them, an Ampharos, even glanced his way with an uncertain gleam in his eye, as if sensing his presence. Nightstalker made a mental note to avoid that one on his way out. Best if he didn't have to evade pursuit. Finally he chose a house to invade - a smaller and simpler structure that implied a single occupant. Easy prey. The window was childishly simple to invade, open to the elements. Only the briefest of pauses was needed to avoid landing on something noisy. He found himself in a modest living quarter, with a hallway clearly leading to a bedroom, door open. Possessions were laid in tantalizing view, but he eyed them not - he was after other needs. He didn't know who to expect. If the unfortunate creature wasn't to his liking, he wasn't sure what he'd even do. Put them out of their misery, maybe, and loot the place to recoup his losses? Or slip out and raid another home? But he saw in the bed a rather cute-looking Vulpix, snoozing without a care in the world. He grinned. Yeah... yeah, that would do. Hoping for a girl, he made his move, slinking onto the bed and nipping on the fire type's neck. They came awake instantly, with a gasp, which he silenced with a firmer bite that just barely drew blood. It was obvious to the poor creature what he was capable of, what he was threatening to do. They didn't call out for help as tears began to well up, frightened. Nightstalker looked down with one eye to the fox's body, and hid his disappointment. The Vulpix was male - no delicate pussy to ravage. Well... he'd just have to make do. His eyes shifted to the fire type's with an intense glare. The unsaid message was received in full, and the terrified Vulpix made no move to stop the Mightyena as he shifted his posture, bringing an already iron-hard cock to the poor creature's rim. He let the tip drool pre on that tight entrance before shoving in. Let it not be said he wasn't merciful. Instinctively his teeth tightened on the boy's neck, choking any cry of distress that might have otherwise slipped free. Tears rolling down his face, the smaller male shuddered underneath him as the rigid rod invaded what was clearly a rarely, if ever, penetrated backside. It provided the Mightyena some comfort, grunting in pleasure. It was a tight, rough, and very unhappy hole he'd claimed - all the better to teach a lesson to, which he began with gusto as he began to roll his hips. The bed squeaked slightly under them as he worked that tight pucker, his precum smearing along to help the process in only a tiny fashion. It certainly wasn't doing much to alleviate the Vulpix's pain, which perhaps was what gave Nightstalker the most pleasure. Seeing those wet tears drip down his cheeks as he struggled to muffle a sob for fear of his rapist's wrath, the fire type nonetheless squirmed and shuddered painfully in the mighty jaws' grip, legs half-kicking at open air in desperate desire to escape the hurt. He didn't mind. It would be kinda cute if the fox tried to hurt him. Cute and pointless. The fire type wouldn't hurt a fly like this. But the Mightyena wasn't gentle, his balls soon smacking that tight rump with every invasive thrust, every violent hump. The tight rim was no match for his lust, and he savored every rough squeeze he felt, every strangled yelp, every unhappy shudder. Outside a nearby window, a guard strolled by, humming an idle tune. Nightstalker bit just a little tighter, preparing to run just in case the 'pix decided to risk death to avoid the pain. The boy trembled, eyes flailing about with that obvious urge, but he made no sound. The guard went on. And so did the Mightyena. The simple greedy joy he felt raping the Vulpix, seeing his distress, feeling the weaker body struggle with the pain, was an easy push towards the fulfillment of his lust. Power and malice alike burned pleasantly behind his eyes as he briefly struggled with the urge to knot, his instincts wanting that conquering satisfaction while his mind knew full well that was a wholly unneccesary risk. Not that he'd be against kidnapping a cute one, but dragging them behind by the knot would be rather slow, and likely painful. Settling for a few rapid-fire knotslaps to the poor abused 'pix butt, he growled into the smaller male's neck, muscles trembling just a bit as he came, making a mess of the tight tunnel wrapped so wonderfully around his throbbing cock. The Vulpix's tears freshened with humiliation and fear. It took him a moment to calm his released urges, to let the quiet sounds slip into silence. When he managed it, the dark type paused, and slowly released the fire type's neck, leaning back to glare at the tearful creature. The victim stared back in some kind of fascinated terror, silent and shuddering. Briefly Nightstalker considered killing him anyway, making it easier to escape undetected. In other circumstances he might have decided to do exactly that, and without remorse. But a tiny mote of hesitation alighted instead. The weak creature hadn't caused him any problem, and seemed far too scared to go running to the guards - not right away at any rate, no doubt afraid the Mightyena would wait out of sight just long enough to see if he'd try just that and rip out his throat for the effort. And besides... the idea of this nightmare sticking to the Vulpix's mind well after tonight was an... appealing one. The last growling glare to the smaller male's gaze was the only warning he needed to give before fleeing, leaving the fire type shivering and crying silently in his wake, the abused pucker leaking cum. Leaving the town proved easier than he thought. With no signs to indicate his trespass and no warnings to alert the guards, he was well out of the boundaries of the Village before the alarm was finally raised. By what - the victim, or an attentive guard - he did not know. All Nightstalker could see was a pair of the night watchmen sprinting to the house. The Ampharos was one of them, his look of angry determination barely visible from this distance. Nightstalker smiled. He wouldn't come back here for awhile, if ever - that one guard alone was clever enough to pose a risk to his stealthy modus operandi. It was refreshing, in a way, albeit slightly disappointing. The idea of revisiting that Vulpix another time was surprisingly appealing, especially considering he'd been hoping for a female instead. Oh well. Time would tell, it always did. Before the Village could ready its retaliation and seek him in the woods, he was gone, melting into the endless shadows. No money, no food, no valuables to weigh him down. He'd gotten what he wanted.