“You idiot!”

Snivy’s face ground painfully against the dirt, pushed into it by a brown furred paw pressing down on the back of his head. He let out a groan, and the pressure doubled in response, mashing his chin even harder against the pebbly earth.

“You actually thought you could beat me? Did you forget you’re a grass type or something?” Snivy could hear the amusement in Vulpix’s voice, the condescension, like the fox thought he was somehow superior just because he’d won one battle. It infuriated him. Letting out a hiss, Snivy moved to stand up, struggling to escape the paw pinning him to the ground.

“Whoa, there,” Vulpix chuckled, and Snivy could feel a wave of heat rush through the paw pressed against him, hot enough to sting but falling just short of burning him. He couldn’t see it from his position, but he could hear the menacing pop of flames springing to life behind him. “Where are you going in such a hurry?”

Snivy grumbled, but was smart enough to stop struggling when that crackling got louder, accompanied by a blast of intense heat on the back of his neck. “I want a rematch!” Snivy huffed, sounding a whole lot more petulant than he’d intended.

“A rematch?” Vulpix echoed, bursting into a fit of laughter that stung Snivy worse than any fire attack ever could. “A rematch, he says! Alright, you want a rematch? I’ll give you a rematch.”

He lit up a little bit at that, eager for the chance to redeem himself, to get some revenge. Yet much to his confusion, the paw on the back of his head didn’t move. The rest of Vulpix did, though, and Snivy could feel the soft fur of the fox’s underside brushing across his back.

“What are you doing?” Snivy asked, starting to feel a bit worried in spite of himself. He still didn’t make a move, though; the thought of those flames had frightened him more than he cared to admit.

“Why, I’m getting into position for our rematch, of course.” Vulpix continued to shift around behind him, paws moving from Snivy’s head to either of his arms, pinning them to the ground. The rest of him was kept in place by the weight of the fox resting on top of him. His body was hot and surprisingly heavy, like a big, fluffy furnace had been draped over his back. Snivy tried to wriggle free, but a warning growl from Vulpix, accompanied by another wave of heat washing across his neck, put a swift stop to that idea.

At first, Snivy wasn’t quite sure what Vulpix was trying to do, but it became abundantly clear exactly what the fox had in mind when he felt a sheath start to grind against the base of his tail.

“Never mind, I take it back!” Snivy yelled, starting to struggle once more now that he’d been presented with a threat arguably worse than being burnt alive. “You win, no rematch needed, sorry to bother you!”

“Aw, come on,” Vulpix said, easily stymieing Snivy’s efforts to escape. “I really think you got a shot at winning this one!”

There was no way he was going to break free using brute strength. Vulpix had to be twice his weight, and it felt like all of it was muscle. He could try using a move, but if he did, then Vulpix was likely to respond in kind. Snivy probably wouldn’t be able to get off a single Vine Whip before getting incinerated right then and there. As much as he hated it, he didn’t seem to have many options beyond lying there and taking it.

“C-could you at least be gentle?” Snivy stuttered, voice quaking, and he could feel his face flush with embarrassment. The indignity of having to ask something like that!

Vulpix hummed in thought above him, but didn’t stop humping for a second. Snivy could feel the fox’s sheath starting to fill out against his backside, far faster than he’d have liked. Only a few seconds in and it was already plump with the vulpine’s arousal, the tip of it starting to emerge and grind against the smooth skin of his tail.

“Alright, tell you what,” Vulpix said, starting to breathe a little heavier now, though still maintaining remarkable control over both himself and the snake beneath him. “I’ve given your suggestion a lot of consideration. Here’s my response.”

Vulpix reared back a bit, then thrust forward, his fur muffling the sound of their hips slamming together in a way that belied the strength of the impact. His half-extended cock guided itself with frankly stunning accuracy into Snivy’s tailhole, sinking inside and stretching it open with no regard for the snake’s well-being. He might’ve been impressed with how Vulpix got it in blind on the first try, but at the moment, he was too busy screaming in agony to think about that.

“Man, you’re tight,” Vulpix sighed, basking in his victim’s tightness and warmth while Snivy writhed beneath him, trying to deal with the sensation of being penetrated so savagely. It felt like he was being ripped apart, and the fire type’s natural heat certainly didn’t help matters. It’d be only a slight exaggeration to say he felt like he was being sodomized with a red-hot iron bar. “Honestly, you’d think you’ve never done this before!”

His words were more accurate than he knew: Snivy hadn’t done this before. He hadn’t even kissed another pokémon, let alone mated with one, and being raped by another male was hardly how he’d wanted his first time to go. But even if he had the desire to, he wasn’t in any sort of condition to tell Vulpix any of this. Nothing coherent came out of his mouth, only pained hisses and desperate gasps for breath.

If Vulpix noticed or cared about what Snivy was going through, he certainly didn’t show it. With the head of his dick lodged inside of the snake, the rest of Vulpix’s shaft was pouring out of his sheath, eager to slam itself into another living being. Even though he couldn’t see it, Snivy was all too aware of every inch of newly freed flesh, exposed to the air for only moments before Vulpix pushed it forward and into his exit-turned-entrance.

“Halfway there,” Vulpix grunted, and Snivy responded with a groan, one filled with equal parts pain and exhaustion. Halfway there? It already felt like he was being torn in half! How big was this fox, exactly?

To his slight relief, but mostly to his chagrin, Snivy didn’t have to wait long to see the answer to that question. Vulpix had already slipped completely free of his sheath, and was impatient to shove the rest of it into Snivy as soon as he could make enough room inside of the snake for it to fit. Snivy shrieked as Vulpix thrust into him, prying him open a little wider and digging another half inch into his guts.

“Feel that?” Vulpix asked, and it took Snivy a moment to snap out of his stupor of pain and realise he’d just been asked a question. As it was, the most he could answer it with was a whine, barely able to form a coherent thought. He was certainly feeling a lot of things right now, none of them pleasant, but he wasn’t sure which one of them Vulpix might be referring to.

Thankfully, Vulpix was willing to clarify. Thrusting forward yet again, Vulpix slammed his hips into Snivy’s, but there was something different this time. A lump of flesh around the base of the fox’s dick, battering against his tailhole but not quite slipping inside, though it stung all the same. If the rest of Vulpix’s cock felt like a baseball bat, then whatever this was felt like a battering ram.

“That’s my knot,” Vulpix growled, mouth inches away from his ear hole. “Don’t worry, it gets bigger, and it’s definitely going inside you.”

Unsurprisingly, Snivy didn’t find himself particularly comforted by that bit of information. He felt some relief when Vulpix drew back, alleviating the pressure of that fat knot against his backdoor, but it was fleeting. Maybe it wasn’t going in now, but it was definitely going in eventually, and every second between then and now was going to be filled with anxious dread.

Not that Vulpix shared any of that dread, nor did he care about how Snivy felt. Well, that wasn’t quite accurate: he did care about how Snivy felt, just not in the way that Snivy wanted him to. No, he revelled in every whimper that came out of the smug little snake beneath him, savoured every hitching breath through clenched teeth. It felt vindicating, like he was some sort of karmic agent of justice.

Or maybe he was just a dick. He could live with either.

Now that he had worked every himself completely inside of Snivy, save for his knot, Vulpix felt it was time to pick up the pace a little. He yanked himself back out of Snivy’s asshole, feeling it tug against his shaft like it was reluctant to let him leave, and savoured the warbling shrieks the grass snake made in response. They started out high, dipped slightly in volume when he pulled out, then jumped right back when he slammed forwards again. It was like playing a finely tuned instrument.

Of course, if Snivy had to compare himself to an instrument at that moment, he’d say he felt like he was short a few strings. Every one of the fox’s thrusts in filled him with that awful fiery heat that seemed to exacerbate the ache of his raw insides, and when he drew back, Snivy felt like he was being turned inside out. He was hurting in places he’d never even felt before, and it was only getting worse as Vulpix started picking up speed.

Which was why he was so surprised to feel something in his slit start to stir.

Somehow, the fox was hitting something inside of him that felt almost nice, a kernel of pleasure wrapped in a thick layer of pain. It offered him no relief, only shame at some part of him actually enjoying this situation, and he wanted nothing more than to ignore it and pretend it didn't exist. Regardless of how he felt about it, though, his body seemed to have a mind of its own. Slowly, inexorably, he felt his own maleness start to peek out from his crotch, goaded out a little further with every crushing slam of Vulpix’s hips into his.

There was precious little room left for his shaft with how he was pinned, his lower half pressed firmly against the ground, but his body didn’t seem to view that as an obstacle. His cock grew and thrived in the crushingly small space between his stomach and the ground, grinding against the dirt with every one of Vulpix’s thrusts. It felt awful, entirely too much of all the wrong kinds of stimulation, but he was still harder than he’d ever been before.

The sounds he was making changed as well, shifting to reflect the unwilling pleasure that was growing alongside, and even starting to compete with, the pain. Yelps softened, becoming more subdued and interlaced with plenty of whimpers, even those sounding less agonized than they had in the beginning. Vulpix started to suspect something was up, but it was when a moan slipped past Snivy’s lips that his attention was really piqued, ear twitching at the sound.

“Wait, are you…” Vulpix whispered, more to himself than Snivy, then lifted a paw from one of the Snivy’s arms and shoved it underneath the snake, between his legs. Sure enough, he could feel something there, throbbing against his pawpads and smearing them with moisture.

Snivy braced himself, preparing for some kind of punishment from the domineering fox, but none came. Instead, Vulpix broke into a fit of laughter, whooping cackles wracking his body to the point that his hips actually slowed down a bit. It was a reprieve that Snivy found himself ill-suited to enjoy, cringing at the fox’s chuckling.

“You are, you totally are! The same guy who came up to me, all piss and vinegar, saying you were gonna ‘test your abilities’ on me,” Vulpix said, stopping to punctuate his words with a harsh thrust that forced a yelp out of Snivy’s throat, “and here you are getting off to me pounding you!”

Snivy shut his eyes tight, wishing more than anything that Vulpix would just stop talking, but he continued. “I’m not even being gentle, either, this is all for me. Maybe you just get off to being used by fire types, eh?”

“No!” Snivy mewled, voice high and whiny despite his efforts to keep it under control. When he heard Vulpix start laughing again, he wished he hadn’t even bothered to open his mouth.

“No?” Vulpix said, parroting him in a mocking tone. “Well then, you definitely won’t cum when I shove my knot in you, will you?”

Snivy swallowed nervously at the mention of that knot, but this time, it wasn’t out of fear of taking it. It was because he wasn’t sure if he would be able to contain himself when he did.

Vulpix’s thrusts sped up, hips slamming against the back of Snivy’s tail over and over, rutting him into the ground. Now, though, instead of rough dirt against his cock, there was Vulpix’s paw, pads pressing up against him. They were surprisingly smooth, none of the pebbly texture he’d expected from a fox’s paws, though maybe he was just desensitized from grinding against the ground for so long. Either way, it felt good, and Vulpix could tell exactly how good from every little throb and twitch going through Snivy’s erection and into his grasp.

But it was hard to focus on the paw, because there was something even worse happening just inches away. That familiar bulge at the base of Vulpix’s cock, feeling even larger than before, had returned to batter against the base of his tail. This time, though, it seemed intent on going inside. Vulpix’s thrusts were short now, working only an inch or two in and out of him, pounding into him with full force on every in-stroke and slamming that swollen knot against his tailhole.

“Let…”

Vulpix slammed forward once again, but didn’t draw back, pressing down against Snivy with all of his weight. His knot pressed dangerously against the snake’s hole, but it held fast, resisting the fire type’s efforts to force it open.

“Me…”

Vulpix rolled his hips up and down, working his knot into Snivy’s entrance, wedging it in a fraction of an inch more with every movement. Snivy clenched down to keep it out, but despite his best efforts, he could feel his body starting to open up for Vulpix.

“In!”

When it happened, it happened all at once. It was like his body just couldn’t muster the strength to resist anymore, giving way and letting Vulpix’s knot surge inside, stretching him open brutally wide. As soon as it was inside, it started to grow, doubling in size and locking itself firmly inside him. Snivy let out something that wanted to be a scream, but fizzled out into a whine, one that sounded almost feminine.

But he managed to hold on. Even with that knot pressing against every sweet spot he’d only just learned he’d had, Snivy managed to resist his own orgasm, cock twitching and leaking pre but not a drop of cum. He was almost proud: even tied to his enemy as he was, he’d managed to avoid making a complete mockery of himself.

That was, until the fox’s paw pushed down on his dick, stroking it and pressing it up against his belly.

He’d managed to last all of two seconds. Having already been pushed to the edge when Vulpix knotted him, there was no way he could do anything but cum. And cum he did, seed gushing out of him and exploding across the fox’s paw, splattering across his pads. Snivy let out a shameful moan of pleasure, crying out his defeat and exactly how good it felt to shoot spurt after spurt of cum over his rapist’s paw.

With every rope of cum that came out of him, Snivy clenched down around the cock buried inside of him, clutching around Vulpix’s knot with a crushing grip and milking the whole thing like his body wanted to replace every drop of seed that had come out of it. Vulpix was happy to oblige, letting out a snarl as his dick throbbed, spraying a gush of hot cum deep inside of Snivy guts, marking the snake with his scent.

It went on like that for awhile. Every clench from Snivy coaxed another load of Vulpix’s seed into him, and every throb from the fox’s knot as he filled the snake pushed against his prostate and forced another dribble of cum out of his cock. Both of them were locked like that, panting, growling, and whining, milking each other for all they were worth until they were spent, Snivy packed full of vulpine cum and Vulpix with a paw dripping with the snake’s own offering.

“Guess you really liked it,” Vulpix breathed into Snivy’s earhole, tongue slipping out to drag against his cheek in a way that might’ve been romantic if it weren’t such a blatant show of dominance. Snivy turned his head away, only to met by a paw hovering in front of his face, coated with white. It rushed forward and wiped itself across his nose, smearing Snivy with his own juices, undeniable proof of just how much he’d enjoyed himself.

As if that weren’t enough, Vulpix stood up and started to turn, leaving Snivy to scramble on the ground with a face full of cum while his backside was hoisted up into the air. He dangled there, ass stuck to the fox’s, forced to support himself on his arms while the fox looked back at him with a satisfied expression.

“You’re gonna smell like Vulpix all day,” Vulpix said, a smug grin plastered across his face. He took a step forward, and Snivy had no choice but to follow, pulled along by his rear while his arms worked to keep his head level so his face didn’t drag across the dirt.

“But it’s alright,” he continued, parading around in circles that Snivy was just barely able to keep pace with, “we’ll have another rematch after my knot goes down. Then you’ll smell like me for weeks.”

Another rematch? Snivy groaned. He already felt bloated with all the cum Vulpix had pumped into him. Any more, and he’d practically be sloshing with the stuff, and Arceus knew how many times the fox was going to ‘rematch’ him. Maybe he’d be satisfied with best out of three?

But when Vulpix placed his hindpaws against Snivy’s tail, pushing back against it and tugging his still-inflated knot against the snake’s entrance, he doubted that he’d be that lucky.