Snivy walked through the forest, shuffling between trees and through bushes, using the light of the setting sun to search any plant low enough for her to reach for something edible. Things were not going well for her. Ever since she’d abandoned her trainer, she’d been forced to fend for herself in the wilderness, something easier said than done. It seemed that no matter where she looked, every berry had been picked clean by someone else, every branch was stripped clean of anything that could provide her with even the smallest amount of sustenance.

She’d turned to stealing from humans in order to get what she needed to survive, but she didn’t like doing it. Not out of any love for humans or their practices, mind. She knew better than anyone exactly how awful they could be. It was just too risky; if one of them caught her in the act, they’d be likely to catch her in a different, far more permanent way, one that she wasn’t eager to go through again.

But something jerked her out of that line of thought. A voice, coming from somewhere in the foliage around her. “What do we have here?” it called, sounding male and distinctly smug.

Snivy immediately drew her hands up in front of her, muscles tensing up and filling with energy at the sound of another Pokémon. A wild Pokémon, at that, an even greater danger. Every instinct in her was telling her to either fight or flee, but as she swept her eyes around in search of the voice’s origin, she could do neither. He was nowhere in sight, so there was nothing for her to attack, and anywhere she ran could lead her right into his clutches. So instead, she stood her ground.

“Who goes there?” she shouted in a random direction, hoping it was the one that the voice was coming from. “Show yourself!”

“If you wish,” the voice replied, and she heard the sound of rustling leaves coming from behind her. She whipped around, just in time to see a Pokémon half a foot taller than her emerging from the bushes. His body was all green skin with a cream underside, complimented by a yellow band running up his chest and over his shoulders. A Servine, the next stage in her evolutionary line, meaning he was doubtlessly stronger than her. That seemed to be knowledge he was lavishing in, too, considering the cocky grin he had plastered across his face.

Snivy wasn’t intimidated, or at the very least didn’t show it on her face. “What do you want?” she shouted, baring her fangs at the other Pokémon.

“What makes you think I don’t just want a friendly conversation?” he replied, taking a few steps closer towards her. Snivy didn’t budge, continuing to stand firm against his approach while glaring daggers into his eyes.

Servine laughed, stopping a few metres away from her. “Alright, you got me. I’m not here to talk. I’m interested in…” He paused, leering at Snivy and drinking in her body, making no attempt to disguise his intentions. “Something else.”

Snivy could guess exactly what that something was, and she didn’t intend to let him take it. She narrowed her eyes and set her feet apart, taking up what she hoped was an intimidating battle stance. “I think you ought to take your interest somewhere else,” she growled.

“Oh, really?” Servine replied, two green vines moving out from behind his neck, waving menacingly through the air. “And if I don’t?”

Snivy grit her teeth. She was outmatched, but if she played her cards right, there was a chance she’d be able to hurt or distract him enough to make her escape. “Then I’ll make you,” she said, a vine of her own sprouting out from her back and curling defensively around her.

“I’d like to see you try,” he said, one of his vines whipping through the air before he’d even finished speaking. It slammed into the sides of her legs, sweeping her off of her feet and onto the ground in an instant. She landed heavily against her back, the wind knocked out of her in a harsh wheeze, and she didn’t even have the time to refill her lungs before those vines were wrapping around her ankles. They swung her up into the air before bringing her straight back down, bashing her whole body against the ground with enough force to leave her seeing stars. Then he did it again, and again.

The fight was over before it’d even begun. She tried to break free from his grip, but those vines were as strong as steel, and she was being slammed back against the grass before she could get so much as an inch of slack.

Once she was teetering on the verge of unconsciousness from the repeated blows, Servine let go of her legs, letting her collapse onto her front. She felt like she’d just been wrung out like a wet cloth, every part of her body aching. She knew that she should be taking advantage of her newfound freedom to make her escape, but it was difficult enough to stay awake, let alone try to run.

That freedom didn’t last long. While she laid there gasping for breath and whimpering from the pain wracking every inch of her body, Servine was moving towards her, towering over her like some dark god.

“I don’t think you even tried,” Servine said, dropping down over her on all fours. Snivy blinked, her senses starting to return to her, and her features showed the slightest hint of fear as she took in the sight of his face. Then, it was gone, replaced by that familiar look of steely determination.

“Let me go!” Snivy shouted, her resistance renewed, if a bit weaker than before. Servine didn’t even need to use his vines to restrain her, able to completely stymie her struggles just by grabbing her wrists and pinning them to the ground.

“Now, why would I do a thing like that?” Servine asked, leaning in and whispering his words right into Snivy’s ear. “You lost. That means I get to do what I want with you. Be thankful I’m not killing you.” Then, his hands started jerking her arms around, using them to flip her onto her back.

Snivy tried to pull her wrists out of his grip, and when that didn’t work, tried kicking out with her legs. All that did was make him drop himself onto her stomach, sitting on top of her middle to keep her pinned with barely a hint of effort on his part. It was certainly effective: no matter how hard she thrashed under him, Snivy couldn’t win even the smallest amount of freedom, her feet kicking and scraping against the grass ineffectually.

“Get off of me!” Snivy shouted, voice slightly strained from Servine’s weight resting against her belly.

Servine didn’t even acknowledge her command, just grabbed the sides of her head and jerked it forward until her chin was resting against her chest. From that position, she was given the perfect view of what laid between Servine’s legs. An inch or so of pink flesh, just beginning to poke out from between his legs, still slimy from the inside of his slit.

“I can think of better uses for your mouth than that,” Servine murmured. Then, he shifted forward, moving his weight up to her chest as he pressed his dick right up against the front of her snout. It rubbed up against her nose, smearing her nostrils with his scent. It was sharp with just a hint of something floral, but stronger than that was the stench of male musk, burning its way into her and sitting heavily in her sinuses.

Snivy coughed and tried to wrench her head away, but Servine’s grip was unwavering, keeping her pressed firmly between his legs while he ground himself against her face. He was slipping out of his slit even faster from the contact, every inch of him sliding over her nose and smearing it with even more of his moisture before towering over the top of her snout. It throbbed, a drop of pre forming on the tip of it and rolling down his shaft to splatter just between her eyes.

“I’ll kill yo—” Snivy started, only to be interrupted by Servine taking advantage of her open mouth, pulling back and jamming the head of his dick between her lips. It throbbed, letting loose a spurt of pre over the surface of her tongue. Now, the scent that’d invaded her nostrils was coating every surface of her mouth, staining her taste buds with a mix of bitterness, saltiness, and musk. She wanted to retch, but Servine didn’t offer her the chance, just shoved his shaft even deeper into her mouth before she could even attempt to spit him out.

“Better not feel any teeth,” he muttered, pulling Snivy further onto his dick. She let out a muffled shout of protest around his cock, kicking her legs against the ground and slapping against his sides in an effort to get Servine off of her, but it was pointless. He didn’t even seem to feel the battering of her hands against him, and her shouting only seemed to please him, the vibrations from it drawing a pleased sigh from his lips.

Before long, her mouth started running out of room for him, but he had plenty left to offer her. When the head of his dick pressed against the entrance to her throat, he didn’t stop, didn’t even hesitate to push forward into that tight passage. When her hands started pushing against him in a desperate attempt to get him off of her, her shouts turning to choked noises as he pushed into her airway, he didn’t stop. He just kept increasing the pressure on her head, easily overcoming her brief flare of resistance.

He fucked her mouth at speed, slamming himself in and out of her mouth, each thrust sending her nose bashing into his underside. He didn’t care about whether he was hurting her, or even whether or not she was able to breathe, only that he got his pleasure as quickly as possible. And he was certainly getting it; she could feel his pre squirting down her throat, leaking out of the corners of her mouth and flicking across her cheeks as his hips pounded away.

His orgasm came with merciful speed, but that didn’t make it any more pleasant to withstand. He gave one last thrust and bottomed out into her mouth, his dick lodging itself deep inside of her throat, throbbing against its tight embrace. A blast of cum worked its way through his shaft, spraying directly into her stomach without a chance for her to reject it. Three more such pulses came, each sending yet more wet heat sliding down her gullet, before he pulled back. He let the head of his dick linger on her tongue for one last spurt, coating the inside of her mouth.

Servine popped his dick free from Snivy’s lips, and she immediately sprung into a coughing fit, thick globs of white flying from her mouth and drooling from her chin as she tried to clear her mouth of the remnants of his seed. Servine laughed at the sight, slapping his dick down on her cheek while she hacked and spat, smearing it with a mixture of spit and cum.

“What, you don’t like it?” he said, staring down at her. She looked back up at him with the meanest stare she’d given him yet, an expression of pure and utter hatred. Still feisty, even after having her mouth fucked. Well, there were ways to deal with that.

"Aww. Well, let's see if you like it like this, then," Servine said, using his arms to keep her pinned to the ground while he spun around over her, bringing his tail over her head. Snivy didn’t even struggle immediately, completely confused as to what he was doing. That confusion didn’t last long, though. Once he was reseated on her chest, he shifted around, pinning her arms to the ground with his legs while he brought his rear closer to her face. She could see his dick dangling above, and she wondered if he was going to stick it in her mouth again.

But he didn’t. His target was definitely her mouth, but this time, he was going to use it on something a fair bit lower.

He dropped his hips down, and she found herself with her snout pressed up against the base of his tail, her nose buried right into the twitching folds of his asshole. He’d caught her mid-breath and before she had a chance to stop, Snivy found her nostrils filling with his scent. It was bitter, earthy, and filled with the same thick musk that his crotch had. A distinctly sexual aroma that made it clear that this was another male dominating her, using her for his own desires.

She let out a disgusted shout and tried to pull away, but Servine was dedicated. His hips followed every movement of her head, rubbing his asshole all across the front of her snout until she was sure that any other Pokémon would be able to smell his scent, marking her as his regardless of her wishes. When she finally managed to pry her nose away from the musky embrace of his hole, it was a hollow victory, because he just took that opportunity to slide further down her face until the base of his tail was pressed up against her mouth.

This was far worse. While his odour continued to burn in her nostrils, the pucker of his asshole was pressed right against her lips, twitching and winking against them as he ground back against her. She thrashed around, hands jerking against the weight of his legs, but none of it did any good. He’d learned from his earlier mistake, and there was no way she was going to be able to break free from this one without giving him exactly what he wanted.

And to her dismay, Servine revealed precisely what that was. “Get busy with that tongue.”

She let out a noise of protest, muffled into inaudibility by the double layer of her own lips and the Servine’s ass, and started wriggling even harder under him. That turned out to be a bad idea. Servine pressed back even harder against her face, laying his tail over her so that both her nose and her mouth were blocked by its cream underside. He’d deprived her of every airway, smothering her with his ass. She tried to break free, but with the position he was in, he barely even needed to try to keep her face buried in his backside.

Snivy had pride, pride that screamed at her not to participate in her own degradation, but she also needed to breathe. So, as the corners of her vision started to go dark, she stuck out her tongue and gave Servine’s asshole the most ginger, fleeting lick she could, a brief touch before she drew it back into her mouth.

That tail immediately lifted, allowing her to breathe through her nose once again. She took in a deep, shuddering breath, one that was tainted with his foul, cloying musk. Even worse, the taste of it was starting to settle in, that one lick enough for it to invade her mouth. The bitterness mingled with the lingering flavour of his dick, making her whole mouth continually taste like the worst parts of him. He laughed, clearly pleased with himself.

“That’s right, bitch,” he said, pushing himself against her until the back of her head was grinding against the grass. “Keep licking if you wanna keep breathing.”

So that’s what Snivy did. Her tongue reluctantly crept forward, dragging against his asshole, bombarding her taste buds with yet more of that bitingly awful flavour. She grimaced with every lick, bitterness and musk hitting her hard enough to make her want to vomit, but always came back for more. Her life seemed to depend on it, now, whether or not she got air directly linked to how good a job she did rimming her rapist’s asshole.

“Ooh, good job,” Servine said, letting out a chuckle. His hand was busy down between his legs, stroking his spit-soaked cock, milking out globs of pre that drizzled down onto Snivy’s chest. “Stick your tongue in there! Clean me up, princess.”

Snivy hesitated at that. Even the threat of suffocation wasn’t enough to overcome the disgust associated with actually sticking her tongue inside of someone’s asshole, so she pretended she didn’t hear it, instead settling for continuing to lap at the outside of his ring like she’d been doing before. That turned out to be a mistake. When he realised that she wasn’t going to do what he wanted, Servine let his tail drop back down, blocking off her mouth and nose once more.

When the threat of suffocation turned into a reality, that was enough to push Snivy into action. Out of a dire need for air, her tongue pushed forward, pressing against the tight pucker of Servine’s asshole until it gave way and allowed her entry. As soon as she did so, the tail lifted away from her nose, allowing her to breathe once more. At the same time, his ring clenched down around her tongue, encouraging her to probe deeper.

Servine sat there, alternating between pleased grunts and laughter as Snivy’s tongue slipped further into his asshole, lapping at his inner walls with clear disgust. It wasn’t the most skilled rimjob he’d ever gotten by any means, but the fact that she hated it so much made it one of the best ones he’d ever had regardless. His dick throbbed in his hands, drooling endlessly onto her front.

“Not bad, slut,” Servine said, easing himself off of her face, a string of saliva momentarily connecting her mouth to the base of his tail. “I might have to keep you around, so you can do that to me every night.”

He looked down at her, smirking at the way her snout glistened with her own spit, spent in loving worship of his asshole. She glared back up at him, shooting him that same hateful expression from before. She certainly was a tough one. He still had one last trick, though, one that was sure to wipe that look right off her face.

He dropped down in front of her, taking up a position on his knees, then grabbed her by the ankles and yanked her lower body up into the air. She tried to curl her tail in to protect herself and maintain some level of decency, but Servine just reached up with one hand and yanked it away, shoving it under himself. Then his grip returned to her ankles, spreading her legs wide while pinning her to the ground. Her tail was firmly stuck under her assailant, leaving her completely defenceless when he leaned his head down between her legs, bringing his snout inches away from her cunt.

“Stop it!” Snivy screamed, apparently still maintaining her defiance in spite of the facesitting. Her hands balled themselves up into fists and started batting away at his head. He ignored them, breathing in deeply through his nose and taking in her scent. It was the inviting fragrance of a woman ready to bear his children, and while pleasant, such a thing couldn’t be appreciated by smell alone. It needed to be tasted.

Pushing his face between Snivy’s thighs, Servine let his tongue slip out of his mouth and drag up along Snivy’s slit, slicking the outside of her lips with his saliva. She let out a gasp at the contact, her hands stopping their battering and instead choosing to grip around the crest protruding from the back of his head, pushing against it in an effort to pry him away from her body. It didn’t work—he just pushed forward all the harder, easily overpowering her attempts to refuse him.

His tongue continued to dance between her legs, becoming more confident, pressing between her folds to lap at her insides. Snivy screamed all the while, sometimes profanities, sometimes demands for him to stop, and other times just senseless noise. None of it made any difference to Servine. He was too enamoured with her taste to care, tongue busy pushing deeper into her body, searching for more and more of her sweet juices for him to slurp up.

He kept that up for awhile, lapping ever deeper into her cunt while she tried in vain to push him away, but he got tired of it eventually. As wonderful as she tasted, that was simply an appetizer, a prelude to the main event that he thought it was high time they get around to.

He released her ankles and sprung up onto her, hands pushing her back onto the ground. Then, he draped his body across hers, lying across her front and pinning her down with his whole body. Their faces were inches from each other, but at the moment, Snivy’s attention was focused elsewhere. Specifically, it was focused on the feeling of something prodding against her thighs, smearing them with moisture. Apparently, having her rimming him had gotten him excited, and there was no doubt about how he was going to indulge that excitement.

“No!” Snivy screamed, hands moving up to his chest to try to push him away. Her voice was still angry, but now there was a note of panic there. Both of them knew that they were in the same egg group. If he came inside her, the odds of her getting pregnant were almost certain. “Stop!”

“I’ll stop when I’m good and ready,” Servine coolly replied, moving his hips up until the head of his cock was rubbing against the outside of her slit, his pre mixing with the saliva already coating her. “And that’s certainly not gonna be before I’ve put an egg in you.”

Snivy let out a shriek of rage, pounding her fists against Servine’s front, but he just reached up and yanked her wrists down to her sides. Then, he pushed his hips forward, simultaneously pulling back on her arms to spear her onto his cock. She clenched down around him in some instinctual attempt to prevent him from entering her, but he just pushed right past her tightened walls, sliding in easily on a layer of pre, spit, and the fluids he’d managed to coax out of her with his tongue.

“Stop,” Snivy whined, this time sounding downright desperate, her arms jerking frantically against Servine’s grip. He just laughed, leaning in close to her face before his tongue slipped out, dragging along the front of her snout. She could feel his breath washing over her, thick with the scent of her own fluids. Then, his lips pressed up against hers, locking her in a kiss right before he forced another inch of his dick inside her. It was enough to force a gasp out of her, and that gave Servine the opportunity he needed to slip his tongue into her mouth.

Snivy let out a moan as Servine’s tongue wrapped around hers, muffled by the other snake’s lips. It certainly wasn’t a moan of pleasure, but it wasn’t particularly pained, either. He was reasonably sized, and he’d gone through thorough effort in preparing her before penetrating her, making his entry relatively painless. But that didn’t make it any better—there was still another male on top of her, raping her, his cock slamming in and out of her while he sucked on her tongue. She could taste herself on his lips, and the flavour mingled with his musk already staining her mouth, creating an awful mixture that hijacked yet another one of her senses. Now whenever she swallowed, she was forced to taste their mixed fluids, a reminder of how thoroughly he’d violated her.

When Servine’s crotch pressed up against hers, the last inch of his dick finally sinking inside of her, he pulled back from the kiss. He let out a pleasured groan that served as a deep, bass complement to Snivy’s high pitched scream. Her cunt clenched down on him so tightly it was almost painful, but that was fine—he was sure that he’d loosen her up by the end of things. Servine leaned forward, delivering a long lick up the side of her cheek.

Snivy squirmed at the touch of Servine’s tongue, cringing at way his saliva dripped down the side of her face. She could feel his cock throbbing inside of her, a rope of pre spurting out of him and splattering along her insides, leaving a trail of wet warmth running through her body. A sign of exactly how virile he was, how his body was just aching to fertilize her. 

Snivy had tried to put up a harsh exterior while she was being abused, hoping to hang on to at least a little bit of her dignity, but she could feel could feel it starting to crack. She didn’t want this, she didn’t want to bear this monster’s children! Tears started to gather in her eyes, and she tried to blink them away, but they just kept coming. When Servine’s dick slid halfway out of her before slamming back forward, their bodies coming together with a loud slap, she found a sob slipping free of her lips. The first of many, another following right on its heels.

Her crying won her no sympathy from Servine. He just laughed at her sadness, his tongue flicking out and catching a tear rolling down her cheek. Then he started working his dick in and out of her slit even faster, fluids splattering over both of them from the force of his thrusts. 

“Gonna cum in you,” Servine said, his breathing heavy and his thrusts getting shorter and harder. “You want that? Want me to fill you up?”

“No!” Snivy cried, voice cracked with sobs. “Get off!”

“Oh, I’ll get off alright,” he growled, thrusting forward into her one last time. His grip tightened around her wrists, his cock pulsed inside her, started to swell…

Snivy let out a mournful wail as the first burst of cum shot out of his cock and straight into her body, a thick, voluminous burst of heat that she could feel working deeper inside her with every passing moment. It was followed by a pleased hiss from Servine, the male leaning down so that his nose was inches from her own, staring into her eyes and grinning as he came. That first burst was immediately followed by another, then another, more and more of his seed rushing to fill her. It was a Servine sized load for a Snivy sized female, and some of it washed back out of her and leaked out around the lips of her cunt, dripping down along the base of her tail.

When the last twitches finished running through his dick, a few final drops of cum oozing out of him to join the rest of the stuff packed deep in her body, Servine didn’t pull out immediately. He stayed like that for a moment, his front pressed up against Snivy’s, enjoying the heaving of her chest as she sobbed quietly beneath him. He gave one last thrust into her, forcing Snivy to feel his cum sloshing around inside her, chuckling as she whimpered at the feeling of her packed-full womb.

But enough was enough. He shifted his grip to her thighs, slowly pulling her off of him, smiling at her gasps and moans at the feeling of his cock dragging back along her insides. His dick slipped out of her with a wet shlicking noise, followed by a small trickle of white leaking out of her slit. He hooked a thumb into either side of her cunt and pulled it open wide, watching his seed pour out of her and over the sides of her tail in a thick tide.

“Wonderful,” Servine said, removing his hands and letting her lips move back into place, though they remained slightly gaped from what he’d done to her. Exactly how he liked it: he preferred when he could see the effect he’d had on a woman, a physical sign of his ownership. He stood up, hooking a hand under Snivy’s belly before lifting her up into the air, carrying her under his arm. “I’m taking you back, gonna give you a few more fillings, make sure it sticks.”

Snivy sniffled loudly, taking a moment to wipe her face clear with her hands and collect herself. She might’ve been raped, but that didn’t mean things were over yet. She looked up at Servine, and was greeted to the sight of his back, vines retracted. He was carrying her backwards, and apparently thought she was out for the count, resigned to her fate now that he’d had his way with her.

Big mistake.

Snivy extended a vine from her back, maneuvering it as stealthily as she could through the air until it was positioned right behind Servine’s head, the snake none the wiser to her intentions. He was too busy basking in the glory of his achievements, looking forward to taking her home and using her over and over. He’d never get the chance. Snivy whipped the vine forward as hard as she could, slamming it against the back of his skull.

He let out a sharp yell, his grip loosening from the surprise impact. It offered Snivy just enough slack to pry herself free, springing from his arm and into the air. She hit the ground running, legs pumping and propelling her forward as soon as she felt the grass beneath her feet, shooting off into the surrounding bushes. She could hear the Servine shouting behind her and his feet stomping as he turned to pursue her, but she didn’t turn to look at him. Her whole body was focused on one, singular goal: run.

The chase only lasted a few minutes. Maybe he wasn’t particularly invested in her to begin with, only using her as a quick way to sate his needs, or maybe the looming threat of becoming some sick rapist’s plaything if she was caught motivated her to run faster. Whatever the case, Snivy could hear the sounds of pursuit from behind her fade into the distance, then disappear entirely. She didn’t stop once they were gone, but kept running, wanting to put as much ground between her and the servine as possible in case he was still searching for her. She only ground to a halt when her breath was ragged, her heart was pounding in her chest, and her legs burned too much for her to take another step.

She staggered back against a tree and slid down its trunk until she was half-sitting, half-lying against its roots. She stayed like that for minute or two, chest rising and falling, just recovering after such a mad dash with nothing going through her mind but thankfulness that she’d managed to get away. That didn’t last forever, though. When she finally managed to catch her breath and the adrenaline started to fade from her veins, she was left with a whole lot of thoughts that demanded her attention.

One thought in particular was at the forefront of her mind. She pulled herself upright, staring down between her legs. Sure enough, the insides of her thighs were splattered with servine cum, more of it oozing out of her and dripping down the underside of her tail all the time as her insides purged themselves of his seed. One last reminder of what he’d done to her.

She laid a hand over her abdomen. One last reminder… if she was lucky.

Snivy shook her head. There was no use pursuing that line of thought now—what was done was done, and all she could do was live with the consequences, whatever they were. So, pushing herself to her feet, Snivy started off towards the north. She could hear the sounds of a river from there, and she was more than eager to wash herself clean of the past.