She should look away.

It's obvious - What she's watching is something private and - As far as most people in Kotobuki Village were concerned - Something wrong. The village walls were tall and strong, put up after a particularly bad rainy season broke down a section along the southern edge, and Pokemon never got in with the watch so active. The southern wall, though... It was so brand new, so strong, so overgrown with trees just on the other side of the sharpened logs that patrols simply weren't necessary. An occasional glance from a high tower on the other end of the village was enough. All of this made the sight before Dusk - Whose name came from Hakumei, or a faint light - That much more unfathomable... Visible just through the gaps in the logs, audible only standing so close... And even taken in as a whole, it made no sense to the young girl. Before she recognized what was happening, her instinct was to run for help... But the realization and the sight glued her in place.

The woman she saw on the other end of the wall was almost twice her age - Dusk knew her - And she seemed to want to be where she was. One of the red haired nurses that work at the shrine... One of the loops in her hair had come undone. It swung below her, dragging through the tall, springy grass, morning dew flecking off and twinkling in the light. Her eyes were closed in a way she'd never seen before, and the bosom she'd noticed now and then was rocking back and forth as she propped herself up on all fours. In one of her hands was a satchel of Pokemon bait. A noise came from the woman, fingers clenching the grass as a low roar came from the thing on top of her. Dark furred arms grasped a pair of wide adult hips and tugged them back, feral hips driving forward. A Luxio? No, it was bigger... The fur on the forearms was darker, the mane larger, eyes dark red... What was it called? Rentorar, Luxray? One of the foreigners said Luxray, once... Dusk couldn't think well enough to remember. A guilty feeling sunk into the pit of her stomach, and her knuckles went white on the broom she'd been sweeping with as she watched the act through to the end.

The nurse's kimono had been flung open, loose around her elbows, naked breasts gleaming in the rosy morning sunlight. A plush set of lips gleamed with saliva - What Dusk thought was saliva, at least, though it seemed something else clung to her face - and breaths warm enough to steam on the air spilled forth as the Pokemon drove forward. From where she was standing, Dusk couldn't see what was entering the nurse, but the reality that something penetrated her was clear. The guilty pit in the young attendant's stomach sunk lower, a tremble taking her knees. Perhaps it was an instinctive response to the tempo the mismatched couple before them set, but toes curled atop tatami sandals when the glinting eyed Pokemon bit onto the woman's neck and growled, hips pushing forward and stopping, shaking, tail whip cracking through the air before curling under and between their legs.

A trembling hand shot up to the nurse's mouth, stifling herself as the obvious took place. Sultry eyes opened, and Dusk dropped her broom, running off before the two could make eye contact. The nurse never even knew she'd been watched. The business of everyone in the village was more or less always known, how could something like that have happened? Dusk's mind raced as she flung her door open, alone as her mother worked in the mill. Bait had been in short supply recently. Only one nurse at the shrine in the mornings for months now. Every day. It couldn't have been, right?

The girl climbed a bamboo ladder up to the loft where she slept, and as she flung herself down onto her tatami roll she felt how hot her ears had become. The images wouldn't leave her mind, no matter how much she tried to occupy them with other things. Every day, something like that...? Shaking her head, she curled into a ball and felt something disturbing. She was sensitive between her thighs, which tensed up hard enough to cramp the second her knees hit her chest, ankles crossing. The same feeling she gets watching some of the men in the fields, a feeling she'd been told is to be saved for her wedding day, ignored... But she couldn't.

A hand went down between her thighs - As if just to hold on, to grip a part of the body that ached. No, she couldn't ignore this.

No more than she could look away, at least.

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The exhaustion that came over her was surreal, laying there with the early noon sun climbing up - Pokemon crowing in the distance. Dusk lay there on her back, looking at her first two fingers. Something like thin honey coated them, over the curve of her thumb to her wrist. Her body felt weightless, trousers around one of her thighs, bald sex glistening in the sunlight that filtered through the cracks in her windows. The first orgasm of her life, and she didn't even know what to call it - Just a feeling she was meant to save for marriage. Did this mean she could never marry?

Thoughts like that filled her as she dressed herself again, wiping her fingers clean under her arm where nobody would look... Not that it would even stain significantly. The ladder was a struggle - One that ended with her slipping on a rung and barely catching herself, shaking toes barely touching the ground. Again, she laced up her sandals, fixing the parts of her that were messy... And she went back to her day. When she fetched her broom, there were two nurses at the shrine, and nobody on the other side of the wall. Not even a Pokemon.

Throughout the day she chased the uncomfortable thoughts of what she'd seen away, and they eventually left her alone, filled with meals and work and the pleasant company of friends and family. In the quiet moments of the night, though...

The next morning came eventually, and Dusk returned to the spot she'd endeavored to convince herself to avoid.

And the next... And the next - Each morning the nurse was there, each time the wild maned Pokemon took her, and each time Dusk ran off towards the end... Or after she'd wet her fingers, her hand having become adept at sneaking down the front of her trousers, her broomstick having found a comfortable home between her thighs. In a month's time, after that first day, she'd experienced her ninety-ninth climax ever at that wall, knees trembling so hard she limped away. She'd never be able to marry. Already word was spreading around the village that Dusk's work had been suffering. She must be getting sick. If she was sick, she thought, she'd never get better. Neither would that nurse... But one day, she wasn't there, and Dusk spent the day agitated and fussy, unable to find the relief she chased. This continued for days... Her mother worked at the mill where grains and fruits and plants were ground up into a variety of powders and products.

Not the least of these was Pokemon bait, which stared her in the face from a corner in the back of her mind. She knew she should look away...

Yet she never did. How could she?

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A satchel of bait had gone missing one morning. A warm morning already like a midsummer day, a morning which saw two nurses tending to the sick and ailed at the shrine. A morning where maple leaves littered a path that should have been swept away long ago. Dusk wasn't there to sweep them. She was standing beside one of the streams leading out of the small village, wiping sweat from her forehead, her handkerchief already damp on one end. A small wooden door was latched under planks of wood, marking one of the thinner sections of the wall... One of the only ways out that wasn't either the north or south gate.

She stood there, stomach twisting in against itself hard enough it seemed as though it was trying to drag her back to her job... She wanted to do that, to just abandon this idea and leave. The sun had barely begun to glitter over the horizon when the guilty hearted girl undid the latch, wet her sandals, and walked through. The little stream was deeper than she expected, coming up to just under her waist, and the cold water snapped her out of her daze somewhat. Standing outside the village for the first time, she lifted her gaze to the woods she found herself in. If she followed the wall, she'd be safe - Already, some grass was worn away where the nurse must have gone. Something about the bent stalks, the yellowing leaves, the patches of bare soil made what she was about to do that much more real. Step by anxious step, Dusk's breathing grew deeper as one foot followed the other, sandals squishing a bit as water left her clothes on its own schedule. A shaky hand drew fingers along the logs, almost getting a splinter along the corner. Rounding the bend, she stepped out into the tall grass and leaned against a tree. Suddenly, she felt very ill. Anxiety and guilt and shame piled up in her stomach, nearly wanting to cry as she reached into her top and pulled out the stolen satchel. She stared at it, looked at the morning sun starting to rise to the east, and lowered her head.

Looking away from her task, she tugged on one of the little ropes and swung the satchel around in her hand, a scent leaving it that scratched at the back of her nose. Looking up at the tree line, she felt her heartbeat in her neck. Maybe he wouldn't come. Maybe that's why the nurse wasn't here anymore... And then she saw it - Barely half the distance of the wall away, tall weeds part, and the familiar maned Pokemon pressed itself forward, approaching the now familiar scent of the bait. And then... He stopped. Those gleaming eyes saw something new and strange as the anxious girl pressed her side against the tree.. Still spinning the bag of bait along at the end of the ornate rope. Though he stopped, his head soon lowered, and he approached at a quicker pace. Every fall of his paws carried him closer to her, and made her anxious sickness so much worse. She could hear him parting the grass, and that anxiety brought her to her knees, the bait having been dropped from her hand and a hand resting on the tree she was leaned against. From here she could see up into his eyes, his tongue washing over his muzzle in a single thoughtful lick.

From here she could see between his legs. Almost to the middle of his thighs hung a pair of thickly furred testes that each seemed big as her fist - If not bigger. Above that she saw what she was giving herself up to. A pump, furred sheath swung side to side above his pouch, and it made her whine. He was close now, picking up his footfalls. Every part of him from this close looked so much bigger compared to how he seemed on top of the nurse. She was tall for her part, Dusk realized. His paws alone could nearly cover her entire abdomen. What should she do? Closer now, something bright red began to press through that sheath, and she could smell it. What should she do? As he was maybe two body lengths away, she raised her hand - Scooting away, her sandal falling off in the process and leaving her baggy, wooly sock to catch on a root and get tugged halfway down.

"Wait," she said, gulping the word down her dry throat.

Of course he wouldn't. Large, powerful jaws bit her wrist hard enough to immobilize her, but not nearly hard enough to draw blood. She'd have bruises, at the very least. An alarmed cry came from her as the large Pokemon didn't stop moving, dragging her forward into the grass half a meter. "Wait!" she repeated, her arm tossed down with such force she wound up with her chest in the grass, face blushing hot. This was all she'd wanted since she saw it, but even now she was trying to fight the reality. Those large paws found her hips and made her realize it was in vain. Easily tugged onto her knees, her top half was weighed down by his torso resting at the small of her back... Eyes wide in a panic as a large paw settled onto her stomach and pulled her back against a lap that slammed her forward hard enough to jostle her head around. There was no going back. There were scant moments before feral hips drove forward against her butt, making her feel the way the wet fabric clung to her hips and thighs. Both the stream and the morning's heat had the fabric dark and tight, her body shaking as his sheath seemed to know exactly where to go. A pointed tip found her covered sex and jabbed at it hard enough to hurt - A cramp in her hips produced a whine from her throat.

With such a narrow tip, there would be no chance it wouldn't fit. And yet, turning her head in uncertain fear, she couldn't see the rest of it. Wide eyes screw shut the moment the Luxray growls at the sensation of not penetrating her, jabbing forward again - Making her hips give an instinctive push back. Thrust after unproductive thrust came like this with more growling, Dusk trying to keep her whimpering quiet. Maybe he'd finish like this - He would leave her the same way he left the nurse, gratified. ...And then he roared, yanking her back and thrusting forward, frustrated thunder crackling through his mane. In that moment she realized what she was doing. Depriving him of what she'd promised, infuriating him into more violent thrusts than he may have given her otherwise... Tugging at her, grabbing her, snapping his teeth - Her top coming undone and causing an arm to fall free of her sleeve, glistening skin exposed to him. The dressing top under that exposed most of her back and all of her arms... And the scent that rose up to the Luxray drove him mad.

"Wait," she says again, whimpering, grappling with herself - A girl on the edge of a lake, about to take a plunge she'll never surface from. Her fingers, though curled in the grass, tug green blades out with popping snaps before flying back to the waist of her trousers. A single rope is tugged and a knot loosens just enough. A slight hitch of her hips and they fell once she trembled back to her resting position. The Luxray didn't stop rutting against her - Now the pointed tip began gliding along her much softer, much wetter loincloth... Wrapped tight at the waist, slung up between her cheeks and already coming loose, she gasped and hiccoughed through more jabs at a covered slit... Biting her lip just in time. His teeth snatched up her ponytail and yanked her up onto all fours at the same moment she untied that layer as well, exposing herself to the beast. She could never take it back. Strong forelegs sling around her waist and stomach, pulling her in as he changes her life forever. Had she not bit her lip she would have screamed. Instead a choked, shaking sound croaked from her throat as he penetrated her virgin sex. Already his body was so much hotter than hers, and this made it so clear.

The tears spilled over immediately. He was not gentle, nor should she have expected him to be. The tapered shaft fattened enormously after the first inch or so of smooth penetration, but no sooner had he entered her that he jerked back. It was almost a struggle to pull his shaft free from her - fleshy barbs flaring on the way out and tearing what remained of her purity. The rest dug into her walls and made it feel so much larger on the way out she couldn't help but start to scream, lip released and voice silenced the moment he shoved back into her, rocking her body forward. It almost knocked the wind out of her - Each tug back making those terrifying barbs dig into her again as he drove himself deeper with every thrust. Already, Dusk was louder than the nurse had ever been. Overwhelmed gasps and cries flow from her with every movement of that massive shaft inside of her, sniffling as drool and tears run down her face... As beads of sweat trace down her brow, hot saliva from the Pokemon hitting her neck.

She was wet all over now, and nowhere more so than the exposed skin below her waist. The place their sexes met steamed in the already hot morning air, her skin so damp from the stream and heat that loose furs clung to her skin, blades of grass knocked loose in their tryst stuck to her forearm as she cried and took him - Bleeding around him, a thin trickle of red tracing down her thigh and staining her loincloth as it pooled between her knees. The Luxray let out a loud growl, jaw hanging open and tongue lolling out over his teeth as he released her ponytail. It was as if she'd been shoved to the ground with how fast she collapsed under him... Hands grabbing at the grass to try to pull away, give herself at least some distance between her butt and his lap, from those heavy orbs swinging forward and hitting the back of her thigh, smothering heat against her pearl... A deep hit that brought the fur of his sheath up against her sex had her gasping, reaching down... Holding her stomach where it hurt, and then holding deeper - Flinching and gasping loudly when she felt it. The bump of his shaft bulging out her stomach on every thrust, scaring her into clapping hands over her mouth to silence herself at last.

How she wished she could have seen herself from the other side of the wall as she had the hundredth orgasm of her life upon the visceral realization. She was able to form words in her head again.

All she thought was that a Pokemon's penis was inside of her as she climaxed for him.

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For his part, the Luxray struggled with every thrust. Strength enough to bury that tapered shaft back into her each time, molding her sex to the shape of his cock - Having to fight against his own muscles each time those barbs flared and begged him to stay buried into the small space he'd invaded. Before long a new heat was beating against her lips - His sheath parting for its curves. As the little human covered her own mouth, he felt a full body tremor take him over. How long had it been since he'd started pounding into her? It felt so much faster than with the nurse... Every thrust sprayed thin, hot precum into her - Even before he'd penetrated her, he'd stained her up to the small of her back, made her smell like him... And now her body was doing something he recognized.

The smooth, velvety walls of Dusk's sex squeezed down like a slender vice around his conical shaft so tightly he was forced to thrust back into her halfway through pulling out.. Nudging his tip near her womb, she held it so tight her body cramped up, hips writhing in a small circle, pushing back against him and pressing her knees up off the ground before the start shaking back down under him... Strength leaving her body as the familiar comfort fills her mind and washes over her, the clenching of her walls tugging him in every time they released even a bit. The whole experience lasted over a minute straight, and by the end of it he'd been tugging those barbs through those clenching walls all the same, tugged back in by her failing muscles. Speeding up, the barbs that lined his shaft barely flattened anymore - The Luxray letting out a vicious growl as he gave a few more shakes of his hips and bit her neck, pulling her body back against him. The bite was hard and crooked enough to sink fangs into the front of her shoulder.

Dusk wasn't going anywhere until he was finished, until that knot carelessly buried itself into her and gave her every drop he had to give. It took three or four solid, slow, intent filled shoves of his hips until she was shown how perfectly her butt fit between his legs, under his stomach, and on his lap... The bulb having to constrict down to fit into her, springing back out the moment it passed her threshold - Swelling up in spurts that came with a tight, shuddering grip of that bite. Torrents of heat gush into her as a sensation brushes over her, inside and out from her toes to the tips of her teeth, as if every inch of her licked a battery. The first wave of white collided with her womb and washed out past the Pokemon's shaft, spilling over his tensing pouch as it tightened up against her sex... Pumping semen into her. With three large beats as if from a huge heart, that knot swelled until it smashed against something deep within Dusk's spasming, constricting walls. One hundred and one, one hundred and two, screaming into her palms at long last as her mind failed to keep up with what was happening to her petite body.

The sun crept up to its full brightness by the time he was able to pull out of her, and Dusk couldn't move. How could she?

Laying there in the grass, her vision blurred, legs spasming, she tried to curl up into a ball - Stomach prohibitively keeping her knees from hitting her slight chest. The Luxray was still close, licking at his shaft and muzzle. It had been quick, after all...

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As far as Kotobuki Village was concerned, all that remained of Dusk was a sandal and a lost sock. She'd snuck out of the village to feed wild Pokemon and paid the price. Memory of her faded over the months, and when the nurse who had started this whole affair started showing up for work in the mornings again, she at first simply said that she was doing a favor for a friend... Now mentioning how she has nothing better to do with a forlorn expression on her face. A shortage of capable youths to help the foreign professor who arrived shortly after left the village eking out its survival without much notoriety and no further tragedy. A normal village in a normal stretch of wilderness, and that's precisely how they preferred it.

How could they have known that one of their daughters had been bit by the scruff of her shirt and dragged into the woods? How could they know that she'd attempted to escape, only to be forced to submit for him again and feel her body betraying her? Who could ever guess that Dusk was stretching, stirring awake in a distant clearing when a blue eyed Shinx began to lick her hand? Nobody could imagine her feet gliding along the grass as she leaned back against a Luxray, nuzzling into his mane, a hand on her stomach... No longer flat, a clutch of Shinx settled in close to the pair. No matter how badly it scared her at first, she came to love this life every bit as much as she loved the Pokemon egg safe in her belly, waiting to be laid and kept warm by its mother.

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Pub: 15 Dec 2022 05:44 UTC

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