Vi looked around at the forest around her, completely and totally lost. She was new to the area, trying to find something that looked even a bit familiar from her two weeks there. Nothing looked familiar, though, and as the hours passed by she began to feel more and more anxious. Any time a bigger, stronger pokemon could come along and mess her up.
Her paws. Her poor paws. Over the hours, her paws had taken a lot of damage. The pine needles and rough rocks had cut her paw pads up. Feeling all of this emotion, Vi began to cry. Her small, soft sobs echoed in the unforgiving vastness of the forest, further isolating her. Finally she found a tree with a small hole that was just big enough to slip into for a rest. Maybe after a short sleep her paws would feel better.
She made her way into the tree and curled up, her body taking up most of the space, creating a cozy spot to relax for a little while. Her sobs continued, though much quieter than before. Her paws ached and her fear made her feel so exhausted. "Why did I come to this place?" She quietly chastized herself. "If I would have stayed in Viridian Forest I wouldnt be lost here right now. I could have stayed with my friends, found a trainer, not be out here scared, cold, and alone in a place I dont even know!" She wiped her eyes with her paws, sniffling at the unfairness of it all.
A thin red tongue cut through the cold, autumn air. A zangoose and seviper moved through the forest with a slow, haunting gait, careful not to disturb the browning leaves that littered the area. Seeing the two species together was a rare sight in and of itself, but to see them working together was unheard of. Griffith stalked low to the ground, his ears constantly twitching, listening for movement. His hulking body was covered in scars and yet his movements were precise. He didn't make a sound, especially not in the state he was in. The state they were in. Despite his best efforts, irritation radiated from his fur when he looked over to his partner.
Kane matched Griffith's gaze and gave a shake of the head so slight anyone else would've missed it. But Griffith understood well. The two were captured and controlled by a few Team Rocket grunts a while back, and that was how they met. Because two stupid young humans wanted to pair up with their zangoose and seviper. He'll admit that it took months of bloody claws, poisoned fur and bashed scales, for the two to eventually learn to use their mutual hatred for the better: they would just take it out on their opponents. Pitting the fury of fated enemies on their target was a very beneficial path, so much so that when they started to match each other's movements and predictions, they outclassed even their trainers. It didn't take long for them to break free of their pokeballs, escape the rocket hideout and make it out on their own. But there was one caveat.
Their hatred for each other built up as time passed, and with no scheduled battles or trainers to take part in, they quickly ended up mauling each other to exhaustion more than once. Now, Kane didn't dislike Griffith, in fact, he enjoyed his company in a way, but there was something in him that screamed the closer they became. So the zangoose proposed a plan; whenever the irritation, the bloodlust, the violence became too much to bear, they would go out and do what they always did: take it out on someone else.
And if they didn't get a hit tonight, Griffith wouldn't survive till the morning.
Sharp ears perked up and Kane blinked out of his viscous stupor. Griffith changed directions and picked up the pace, not bothering to communicate what he heard to Kane.
Prey.
The massive snake slithered behind his companion and was unbothered when he started to fall behind. Griffith was their speed. Kane was the overwhelming, all-encompassing brute force.
Vi snored quietly in the hollow tree she had found. Her dreams were not pleasant, though, and she tossed and turned as she slept. She was in the vast forest, still trying to find her way to the town she knew was just a little further. She was almost there, but every time she smelled the sweet scent of poffins and humans, she would realize she was back where she had started. Her bleeding paws ached, even in the dream, and her eyes leaked tears as she slept.
Suddenly, she woke up with a start. She looked around, not seeing the thing that woke her up. Fear rising in her tiny heart, she tried to back farther into the tree. No such luck; she was still pretty visible. Being an odd color, she stuck out like a sore thumb against the brown and green of the forest. For the first time, she cursed her silver fur.
Suddenly, she heard a twig snap and footprints coming closer to her. Knocking her out of her thoughts, she whimpered quietly as she saw a large, white, and red Pokémon making its way through the forest. It looked strong, and she knew she wouldn't be able to take it if it attacked her. She vainly tried to grow smaller and less noticeable, but her prayers were not answered. A few seconds later, a large, black snake Pokémon followed behind. Now she knew she was in trouble. She heard the Sevipers were tanks, able to take any move she could do without even leaving a scratch. Terrified, Vi waited, holding her breath and hoping beyond hope that the two mean-looking Pokémon would pass her by.
Griffith knew that he'd been spotted, but the little thing didn't make a run for it. How convenient.
He made quick work of crossing the distance between them, and the sudden halt in his stride caused the surrounding leaves to clear. They flew up in every which direction to expose the crumpled, dried grasses underneath and bring about an earthy smell to the air. Griffith took a few slow strides on all fours to stand right at the base of the tree and directly in front of the whimpering little eevee. He did nothing but stare at the whimpering little thing for a long moment. It was trying to be as small as possible and hide in the shadows of the trunk, but he knew very well how easy it was to spot white in a sea of browns and greens. The fur around its eyes were wet. Tears. A gift of salted meat right in front of him. His nose wrinkled as the aroma of the forest was flooded by the stench of fear. Despite the violent glare, narrowed eyes and deep frown, his fur bristled with excitement. The thrill of the chase was always his favorite part, though he'd be damned if that legless partner of his would ever understand. Unfortunately, however, the hole was much too small for him to fit in, and he wasn't overly fond of sticking his head inside to face the brunt of any possible attacks, no matter how small the pokemon. He needed to get the little thing out into the open before Kane arrived so that massive, muscle-brained snake wouldn't be able to cause a scene by cutting the tree to pieces and pissing off whatever bug-type swarms were nestled in the leaves.
With a quick lick of his lips, he sunk low and reached a honed claw into the hole of the tree to grab the little creature.
As the large creature made its way over, Vi's tiny heart fell. It had seen her, and she was stuck with her back against the wall. There was no escape unless... Maybe she could make a run for it? She did know quick attack; perhaps she could fight her way out? No. The bigger and more experienced Pokémon approaching her would ruin her. Feeling helpless and cornered, little Vi's tears came like an overflowing river.
Vi cried out, "Please! Don't hurt me!" Full on sobbing now, the little Eevee tried to push herself back even more into the tree, but it was no use. She was already as far back as she could be, but she still made herself as flat as she could. She could tell it couldn't get to her, but she also knew that the tree might not be the best place for cover.
When the bigger creature began to grab at her with its massive claws, Vi let out a scared, pitiful yelp. She knew he would be able to catch her if she stayed, so she decided to make a run for it. She was dead either way. Before the brute could grab her, she dashed out of the tree and ran with all her might. The forest turned into a blur of green and brown as she ran as fast as she could away from the danger. But she could hear the paw steps behind her; the considerable beast was closing in on her.
He didn't flinch at her words. They weren't necessary. This was the price to pay for picking one of the most clique hiding spots imaginable. His frown deepened when he couldn't quite reach, despite how small the innards of the tree seemed. He felt around and was only able to feel fur against his for less than a second.
In an instant the flash of fluff squeezed past his arm and out the entrance. It was only for a brief moment, but he couldn't hold back the sharp-toothed grin that split through his calm demeanor. Griffith darted out after her without a second thought. The leaves that weren't light enough to whip behind him were crunched beneath his paws. The wind that rushed past him was filled with the scent of his little eevee and it made his desire to reach her even more primal. His eyes were stuck on the backside of the eevee as she ran. Her torn pawpads. The way her back legs reached their full length during the brief moment all four paws were off the ground. And how he now had visual proof that she was, in fact, a wee little girl. He was getting excited in more ways than one. How unprofessional.
The sound of his serpentine comrade struggling to catch up was the farthest thing from his mind. The snake was only just reaching the tree and would still need more time to reach them whenever he caught her. But lucky for Kane, Griffith was quickly gaining on the little lass. The growing strength of scent and her rear only motivated him to move faster.
When he could finally get a rational thought through the haze of filth clouding his mind, he brought a claw up to false swipe his meager opponent.
Vi screeched as the predator ran after her, crying and screaming, "No! Please leave me alone! No!" Terrified, she tried to change direction quickly, skidding as she swerved to the right and left, attempting to lose the monster behind her. But, alas, her pursuer was gaining on her. She could feel her heart exploding in her chest as she heard the pounding of its paws behind her. Her paws ached and burned as the cuts on her paw pads began bleeding once again.
Suddenly, a sharp pain left her stumbling forward. She went down in a cloud of dust and leaves. Looking up pitifully, her rear legs bleeding from the rending strike of the Zangoose, she pleaded with her eyes and words.
"Please, please don't hurt me. I.. I'll do anything! Please!" She was a pitiful, dirty little Eevee, unable to protect herself. The only thing she could think to do was submit. She stayed lying on her side, not even trying to get up. The pain was too much to move anyway. It was almost as if the monster had sapped away all of her energy with a single swipe.
Griffith skidded to a halt and stood over her when she fell in a heap. The state of her body combined with her pleading only meant one thing: the chase was over. She was all but crumpled under him, framed by his legs on all sides. She was a wreck, tired and broken down. Perfectly helpless. She had lost this fight for her life, and to the victor went the spoils.
He only barely registered that he himself was panting, but not out of exhaustion. The full length of his erection was on display, twitching maddeningly at her submission. His cock was as red as the markings across his body and was almost as long as the eevee's little body. Griffith instinctually bared his fangs in excitement at the thought of struggling to fit himself inside her.
He turned her over onto her back with the backside of a claw, the motion being little more than flipping a page in a book. She looked even sexier on her back, squirming ever so slightly in discomfort. Engulfed completely in his shadow. Her tears made her eyes sparkle like gems in a dark cave. The beauty in the rubble. At this moment in time, she was his treasure.
His cock jolted when it brushed up against the soft fur of her underbelly. It was long enough to rest between her shoulder and left a string of precum when it moved away from her warmth. Griffith's gaze, however, never left the eevee's face. His glare was intense, sharp red eyes diving into the glittering gemstone cave of the eevee's. But for the first time in a while, he was smiling. Two pointed rows of teeth greeted the girl and his grin was curved in a way that seemed more animalistic than pleased. Something that echoed the deepest parts of him that were beyond the zangoose's control.
He grabbed the eevee's left leg and rubbed her open wounds with his canine-esque cock until it was coated in blood. The color blended seamlessly with his length and as it glistened with their makeshift lube. With a quick readjustment, he positioned himself at the entrance of her pussy, the heat of it beckoning him to take her.
And he was more than happy to oblige.
Griffith placed his claws on the ground at either side of Vi's head to brace himself, and in one swift motion, he thrust himself into her as far as her insides would allow. The blood slightly lessened her body's resistance as he broke through, pushing past the miniscule canal as he was instantly squeezed by her walls.
His breath caught in his throat at the instant rush of pleasure, and his voice came out a low huff, visible in the cold autumn air. The sound was a deep, gravelly one that reverberated from within him.
"Tight."
Ah. He noticed that he was only halfway in.
Vi whimpered and begged for her life. She was terrified. The much larger Pokémon loomed over her with an air of violence. She knew she was done for. She closed her tear-stained eyes and waited for the end, sure that she would die.
But something else happened. Her eyes closed, and she couldn't see the throbbing member about to go inside her tiny little hole. When the Zangoose rubbed his giant cock on her paw, she closed her eyes even tighter, the tears flowing freely down her gray cheeks.
She knew what the Zangoose wanted. What he was going to take from her, she knew she couldn't resist him. All she could do was hope for it to end quickly. He might let her live if she sat still and let him use her.
When the Zangoose's enormous cock entered her tiny, tight slit, she howled in pain; it was so big it felt like it was ripping her in half. She tried to stay as still as possible, as any movement was beyond painful, but the Zangoose kept her tightly pinned underneath his giant body.
He heard him mutter something and opened her eyes. Immediately she regretted the decision. The creature was smiling but not in a nice, friendly way. It was more predatory, more dangerous. She quickly closed her eyes again, her poor little pussy taking in as much of the large shaft as the small hole could.
Crying and in mountains of pain, Vi just said one thing. "Please."
The zangoose didn't push into her any farther. Griffith's white ear twitched and he leaned closer to her, his body slowly arching to meet her eyes. His expression had softened a bit more with every laggard movement. A prickly tongue brushed at Vi's tear-stained cheeks. He lightly licked at her face and the rest of his movements completely stilled. His sharp eyes were more unfocused, lost in something that couldn't be placed. The animalistic grin was replaced with a display of tenderness one would usually see when a mother was taking care of her meowth.
His body heat mixed with hers as he lay with her. "It's alright." Though rugged, his words were soft enough to almost be a whisper next to her ear. He started licking her other cheek, lazily cleaning the dirt and tears from her fur. The aggression seemingly washed off of him in an instant as he cared for the smaller pokemon. His mouth only took breaks to offer little 'shh's to the girl in an attempt to soothe her.
The inflection in his voice didn't change when he hushed "You're tense. It'll be easier if you relax." The words were accompanied by him attempting to slowly, painstakingly inch more of himself into her. Whether her body remains tense or not. Despite his change of pace, the words were more similar to a word of caution than an ask for permission.
Trying to listen to the beast on top of her, she fought her every instinct to tense up. The pain made her feel like she was being split in half, the large member filling her poor, tight pussy.
Her head was spinning with the change of attitude in the Zangoose. He was being... tender? She didn't understand. All she knew is that if she relaxed as he said and let it happen it would be over soon. She flinched away from his licks, her fear plain on her face.
She didn't fight. She just let the larger Pokémon use her like she was nothing but a toy to be played with. And what's more; it kind of felt good to be stretched so thin. Her stomach bulged with his large member as he pushed it further and further into her already screaming cunt. She felt so ashamed, but she wasn't as unwilling as she looked to be. Trying in vain to not show any signs of pleasure, the small Eevee closed her eyes and turned her head to hide her face as she whimpered quietly in pain and pleasure.
A long, slow exhale snuck past the zangoose's lips as her body responded to his. He was filling her to the hilt of his cock, slowly but surely. And it felt better than he had dreamed. He felt the steady pulse inside of her as she lay there, and it he took it as a personal 'Thank You' for gifting her with his affection. He was going to have to fuck her well so he could fill her with love. Griffith's arms shook at the thought and he wanted to bite her neck and hold her down to fuck like bunearys, but it'd be heartbreaking if his treasure was shattered so soon.
Griffith's fur bristled and he snapped out of his fog in an instant. He lifted and brought his clawed paw down on the Eevee's head, securing her to the ground. He wasted no time ripping his red cock from her warm embrace and jumped back a few feet onto the grass as a brilliant purple mass flew past where his body was not seconds ago. The blob's trajectory hurled straight into a grand tree and it exploded against bark. The blast momentarily lit the forest in shades of purples and blues, leaves flying in every direction as they were disrupted from their resting places on the forest floor. What was left standing of the massive trunk was eroding away, rotting wherever the liquid touched. Another twitch of the zangoose's ear and he shifted his focus away from the tree and jumped backwards, creating even more distance from him and his eevee. The razor-sharp red blade he dodged in the process, however, would've decapitated him otherwise.
"You fucking shitstain, you started the fucking without me!" Hissed Kane, finally having caught up with the action. His voice wasn't as deep or rocky as Griffith's but it leaked venom nonetheless. He was rightfully pissed.
Griffith stared evenly in response.
"Asshole." The giant snake slithered up to the tiny eevee, dwarfing her in comparison. "And I had to walk in on you fucking it like that." He all but spat the last word. Griffith sighed internally, knowing that the least he could do was bear the earful from Kane.
"Fucking hate when you get all hazy-eyed and fuck them like they were your long lost little hatchmate or something. That's some freak shit and you're not right, dammit." His body was making a wide circle around the battered eevee, but he stared down Griffith as if he intended to kill him with his look alone.
"So you're here getting your rocks off while I have to fucking suffer. You shit."
Griffith's dripping dick jerked at the realization of how cold the crisp autumn air was compared to the depths of his treasure trove. Annoyance licked his features, but he ignored it. Instead, he huffed, sat back and raised an arm in the eevee's direction. His message was clear. It was the seviper's turn for his fun.