Leaning back against the bar, you let your gaze wander across the floor, scanning for any interesting looking individuals. Unfortunately, there’s precious little to be seen; there’s a Grovyle and a Minccino holed up in one of the far corners, chatting and giggling over a pair of fruity looking cocktails, but the rest of the place is as barren as can be.

You sigh, raising your glass of bourbon to your mouth and taking a sip. It definitely seems to be a dead night, but you decide to stick around a bit longer. After all, you’ve already paid for a drink, so you might as well get your money’s worth before ducking out. While you nurse your drink, you flick through a mental list of other venues you try, unwilling to give up when the night is still young.

A flash of red in your peripheral vision draws your attention. Looking across the bar, you can see someone sitting at the far end, all black fur and red claws. Strange, you were sure there was nobody there a moment ago. Although a ruff of dark fur obscures her chest, you can tell they’re definitely a female, her thin waist giving way to a pair of wide, shapely hips with a pair of thick thighs to match.

Feeling your gaze upon her, the Zoroark’s head turns towards you, eyes quickly catching yours and drawing your attention away from her legs. She bats her lashes at you, and spins around on her stool to face towards you, a claw reaching up and playing with a lock of her mane.

You hardly need more invitation than that. Setting your drink aside, you get up and walk over, hopping onto the stool next to her. “What’s a pretty fox like you doing in a place like this?”

“Same thing you’re doing,” the Zoroark says, her voice dripping with seductive intent, “looking for a good time.”

“I think I know where you might be able to find one.”

“Oh, do you?” She leans forward towards you, her blue eyes locked on yours. “Do you know where I can find a man who can handle a strong Pokémon?” As she speaks, she comes closer and closer, until her snout is almost touching your nose and her voice is a throaty whisper. “Someone who can keep up with me all night long?”

She’s forward, but you don’t mind. You like a woman who knows what she wants. “Why don’t we head back to my place and you can find out?”

Her lips draw up into a smirk at that, peeling back to reveal just a hint of fangs. “I think I’ll take you up on that offer.” Standing up from her stool, she sashays towards the door, and you follow close behind.

As you walk out of the bar with your newfound partner, you catch a glimpse of the bartender looking at you with a crooked smile on his face. You smile back, and he just shakes his head, turning his eyes back to the bar.

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You unlock the front door of your apartment, managing to pick the right key on the first try, and Zoroark bumps the door closed behind you as the two of you slip inside. As soon as you’re out of the sight of the hallway, she’s on you, claws roaming across your chest and muzzle panting in your ear. Making no effort to restrain yourself, you sink your hands into the fluffy mass of her chest fur.

It parts under your fingers, letting you feel the skin underneath, along with the heat pouring off of it. You move your hands down across her chest, following the slight bulge of muscle there until you reach her breasts. They’re small, hardly more than a handful, but that suits you just fine. They’re cute.

While you’d like to pin her up against the wall and have your way with her right here and now, it’d probably be a better idea to get her to your bed first. Giving her tits a parting squeeze, you untangle yourself from the fox Pokémon and grab her by a clawed hand, leading her towards your room. She follows eagerly, her free hand stroking up and down your arm.

As soon as you push open the door to your room, you rush forwards towards the bed, urging Zoroark down onto it with firm insistence. You crawl onto the bed over her, staring down at her while she looks up at you with a grin, but something’s wrong. The look on her face isn’t the sultry expression she’s been giving you all night, biting her lip and fluttering her eyes at you. No, this grin is toothy, and her eyes look outright malicious.

You look down at her body, and it wavers, rippling like hot air. When it stabilizes again, the Zoroark beneath you is not the beautiful, voluptuous woman that you walked in here with. Soft curves have been replaced with the harsh edges of muscle, her perky breasts now a pair of hard pecs. Her once slender arms are now thick enough to put your own to shame, and you feel the clawed hands attached to them wrap around your shoulders.

Before you can react, she heaves and flips you onto the bed, pinning you against it as she gets on all fours on top of you in a mirror of the position that you were in just moments ago. You put up a struggle, but she’s exactly as strong as she looks, and every effort to kick or punch is arrested by a furry leg or arm pressing you back into the bed. All you can do is squirm underneath her, and that seems to be exactly what she wants.

“What’s wrong, stud?” Zoroark says. Even her voice is different, having dropped at least an octave, and she giggles. That little laugh is far more intimidating now, coming out of that maw of sharp teeth attached to this ferocious predator of a Pokémon. “You seemed to eager to get at me a minute ago, what changed?”

Her left hand lifts off of your shoulder, but you’re too busy following where it’s going to take advantage of the freedom it affords you. A claw trails along her chest fur, down along her abdomen, and ends up clutching around her…

You gulp. It clutches around [i]his[/i] sheath, squeezing the furry flesh around the pink tip already starting to poke out, a drip of pre oozing from the tip onto your abdomen. Feeling the slimy sensation running along your belly and pooling in your navel renews your struggle to escape, but Zoroark’s hand flies from his groin right back to your shoulder, stopping you in your tracks.

“Did you really think that a female Zoroark would let you mate with her?” His voice is a deep growl by the side of your head. You try your best to keep the fear it fills you with from showing on your face, but all those teeth so close to your throat makes you start breathing harder, and you can feel sweat starting to drip down your forehead. He stares you in the eyes and smiles, making sure you get a good view of his bared fangs.

“Pathetic.” Claws poke into the flesh of your back, and you gasp in shock, a feeling of wet warmth trickling down your back. Zoroark takes full advantage of your surprise and pushes his snout forwards, forcing his tongue into your mouth.

The feeling of his hot breath against your face and the taste of his saliva invading your mouth sends a jolt through you, your body stiffening in the Pokémon’s grip. Your first instinct is to bite down, but the feeling of those sharp teeth nibbling against your lip tells you that would be a very bad course of action. Reinforcing that thought is the growl the fox gives off as he forces himself on you, a warning of what will happen if you disobey.

All you can do is lay there as he kisses you, his long, flat tongue easily overpowering yours and lapping against the insides of your mouth. His snout feels odd mashed up against your lips, clearly not built for this kind of behaviour, but that doesn’t stop him from shoving his tongue so far into you that it threatens to slip into your throat. It doesn’t matter that it’s uncomfortable for you, because it isn’t a loving kiss; it’s a show of dominance.

Satisfied that he’s asserted exactly who’s in control here, Zoroark untwists his tongue from yours and pulls back, leaving you gasping for air while he just looks down at you and smirks. His hands lift off of your shoulders as he shifts around on top of you, and you dare to hope that he’s gotten his fill and is going to let you go.

You aren’t nearly so lucky. Spinning himself around, Zoroark repositions himself so his legs keep your arms pinned to the bed while his claws press down on your thighs, keeping you from kicking free. You barely notice that, though, your mind more focused on the fact that this position leaves his sheath positioned directly above your face. His balls dangle above your nose and his partially extended cock jumps slightly, a strand of pre dripping down onto your face and splattering across your mouth. You can’t even move your hands to wipe it away, pinned as you are, and it’s all you can do to keep your lips shut as tightly as possible while the slimy stuff oozes across them and rolls down your chin.

Chuckling at your disgusted expression, he moves his hips downwards, dragging his balls across your face. The fur covering them glistens with sweat, and you can feel the moisture from it smearing across your nose right before the smell hits you. The pungent odour of Zoroark musk assaults your nostrils, earthy and sharp, made all the stronger when his sheath starts to press against your mouth. More of that pre dribbles down from the tip of his dick, spread across your lips by his sheath fur like paint on a canvas.

“Better get used to the scent,” he says, his voice sounding pleasured as he grinds against you. “You’re going to be down there for awhile.” You try your hardest to not breathe through your nose, but with your mouth sealed tight against the pressure of his sheath, it’s either that or suffocate. Inhaling desperately through your nose, your nostrils are instantly flooded with the fox’s potent scent.

This time, new aspects of his musk become apparent to you. There’s a certain spiciness underneath that initial harsh, bestial scent, tingling pleasantly in your sinuses. Your head swims as it’s bombarded by the Pokémon’s aroma, and you find yourself sniffing it again before you even realise what you’re doing.

A salty, slightly bitter taste fills your mouth, and you realise it’s his pre leaking past your lips. In your distraction, you must’ve allowed your mouth to open just a crack. His sheath fur wicks sweat past your lips, and you seal them tight again before any more of his musky fluids can invade your body. Still, you can’t get rid of what’s already gotten inside, and it’s hard to ignore the salty, bestial flavour of Zoroark musk soaking into your tongue.

“You’re hardly even worth the effort of breeding,” the Dark-type sneers, staring down at your face between his legs. “Why don’t you make yourself useful and kiss my ass?”

Before you can say a word in response, he shifts his hips forwards and you find yourself smothered as plants his rear directly on top of your face. Moist fur covers every inch of you from your forehead to your chin, but worse than that is his asshole pressing against your mouth and nose, twitching slightly and smearing you with even more of his sweat.

You gasp in surprise, and immediately realise your mistake. His pucker presses into your open mouth, and your tongue grazes against it, filling your mouth with his flavour. Its musk is harsher than his sheath’s was, more bitter, but still full of that subtle spiciness that invades every inch of your mouth. You close your mouth immediately, but the damage is done, and you can’t get shake his taste from your tongue. Even with your lips sealed, you can’t do anything about your nose, forced to breathe in his scent as he mashes his asshole against your face.

“Now, what do we have here?” Zoroark’s claws undo your pants with surprising deftness, and he yanks them down along with your underwear, exposing your cock. It’s hard and twitching against your stomach, the wet spot on the front of your boxers a clear indicator of exactly how excited your body is about all this.

“I can see you’re enjoying this. Maybe I’ll help you out a little if you start using that tongue.” His voice has the same seductive tone he used back in the bar, somehow a harsher reminder of the situation you’re in than anything else, and you keep your mouth shut tight in an effort to preserve at least a little of your dignity.

Irritated at your inaction, Zoroark drags his claws across the flesh of your groin, not pressing hard enough to break skin but providing a clear message of what will happen if you continue to resist. Letting out a small whimper, muffled by the fox ass pressing down on your head, you open your mouth. Your tongue creeps forward with clear reluctance, tentatively coming to a rest against his pucker.

Once that musk hits your taste buds again, it’s like your body is acting on its own. Your tongue rushes forward in a frenzy, licking against the Zoroark’s hole like your life depended on it. He gives out a moan above you, and you can feel more of his pre drip down onto your chest, rolling across your pecs.  As he grinds his ass down against your face, you dimly register the feeling of your nose mashing against his tailbone, the mild discomfort from such a thing quickly fading from your mind.

“Ooh, you’re a natural!” You can feel one of his hands wrap around your shaft, giving it a few slow jerks. A thick spurt of pre rolls out of you, smearing along his claws, and he laughs even as he sighs at the feeling of your tongue. “I think this is what you were born to do, service any strong, male Pokémon that takes a liking to you.”

If you could, you’d protest his words, but it’s hard to do with his ass pressed against you, balls shifting against your chin as you rim him. Instead, you drive your tongue inside of him, slipping it past his tight rim to lap at his insides. Zoroark lets out a surprised moan above you, and the claw that’s jerking your cock speeds up, rewarding you for pleasing him.

“You learn quick, don’t you?” Zoroark croons, but you hardly even register the words. All you’re focused on is pushing your tongue further into this dominant fox’s ass, the hand wrapped around your dick almost an afterthought. It occurs to you that you never wanted this, but the thought is hard to focus on when Zoroark clenches down around your tongue, a sign that you’re doing a good job.

“Nnrgh…” Zoroark lets out a pleasured groan before raising himself up off of your face, strings of saliva still connecting your mouth to his wet rim. You cry out in disappointment, wanting more than anything to keep that musky ring pressed up against your face. He chuckles at your eagerness before shifting his hips backwards, aligning the tip of his cock with your lips, his knot already starting to swell. “Open wide!”

You do so, and he immediately drives his shaft into your mouth, battering against the entrance to your throat. It’s positively dripping with pre from your hard work earlier, and it smears across your tongue and dribbles down your chin as he thrusts wildly into you, knot battering against your lips. There’s a slight sweetness to it that you didn’t notice before, but you get to enjoy it plenty now as thick spurts of the stuff glaze your tongue.

Already primed from your earlier rimming, it doesn’t take Zoroark long to go over the edge. Letting out a yowl of pleasure, he slams his cock forward into your mouth, forcing the bulge of his knot past your lips. It swells to its full size behind your teeth, and you can feel his dick throb against your tongue moments before ropes of cum start flooding your mouth. You gulp it down as best you can, but there’s just too much of it, and thick runnels of the stuff leak out from around his knot and run down your chin.

The strokes from Zoroark’s hand become erratic as he continues to fuck your face with the small amount of give his knot will provide him, and you whine as his claws come to a stop at the base of your cock, your hips jerking up weakly into his grip in the hopes that you can find some form of release that way. But it’s not enough, and your budding orgasm dies away, leaving you lying there whimpering as the Zoroark’s musk continues to settle into your head and you swallow gulp after gulp of his cum.

“Aw, you didn’t cum?” The Zoroark flicks your cock with a claw, watching it throb in response, desperate for any form of stimulation. “Well, too bad. Oh, but don’t worry: we’re going to keep at it for the rest of the evening. I’m sure you’ll get off eventually!”

His words are followed by an evil chuckle, and you get the sinking feeling that ‘eventually’ is going to be hours away, if you’re lucky. You groan around the knot stretching your jaw, feeling dread and more than a little excitement for the night ahead.