[b]This short story contains: Feral Jolteon male / Feral Vulpix female Dubious Consent / Rape Paralysis Humiliation [/b] ---------------------------- Wind blew a chilly atmosphere through the woods as the Vulpix stopped, shivering and alert. He was coming. She could sense him. As always, she found herself uncertain, unsure. Instincts wanted her to run and hope for the best, but she couldn't find the energy to do so. It was like knowing a punch was coming your way, but not from where. Her head twisted back and forth, back and forth, looking for him with that timid fear on her face. And yet, despite her vigilance, the Vulpix didn't see the Jolteon until he was right in front of her. When their eyes met, a nervous yelp passed her lips as she flinched backward, but still unable to push herself to run. His gaze was intense, demanding - a satisfied little grin on his muzzle as he eyed his target. He didn't speak to her. He never did. When the words came, it was always to himself. "There she is." All at once his electrical power blasted through her, an intense paralyzing shock that drove the air out of her chest. It was a testament to the amount of times the Jolteon had done this - the way she fell to the ground, paralyzed, in the perfect posture on her back with legs spread and tails fallen out of the way. She was utterly powerless. Only her eyes could move to follow his gaze, and a tiny bit of her muzzle, enough to let out a whine of distress. He was grinning wider now, lowering himself over her body with a growing erection between his legs. "Pretty as always." She was still able to feel. The Vulpix's eyes widened as that pink shaft pushed in quickly, rudely, demanding that tight snatch to wrap around his dick rather than gracefully accepting its embrace. The sudden lurch into a moderate humping pace accompanied that uncaring attitude of his. As did his self-important smirk, with a huff of pleasure soon after. "Aah... soft pussy..." Her cheeks were red, the Vulpix feeling used and manipulated. In this state, she was little more than a sex toy for his enjoyment. No way to complain, no way to express her own wishes or needs. Just a cute face attached to a wet cunt for him to stick his dick in. And every time, she prayed that he wouldn't notice how much that turned her on. She didn't even dare admit it to herself, really. The way she froze up whenever he drew near, unsure, wanting to run - it wasn't for show. She really had no drive to avoid the situation while still very much wishing to. When she failed, and fell into his trap, the feelings changed. And after he'd leave, they'd return, leaving her conflicted and confused. But as she laid under her predator, feeling his breath on her neck as he greedily fucked her, she inwardly shuddered in pleasure that she couldn't pretend wasn't there. Maybe he did suspect. Maybe that's why he kept coming back to her, again and again. There were a few signs she couldn't hide, like the sudden rush of her orgasm he felt as she spilled her feminine juices around his cock. And that blush on her cheek may not have been as meaningless as it might have initially seemed. If he was aware, he didn't let on. Didn't give her much of anything, apart from a rapid rutting pace and a huffing grin, tongue lolling against her lips. "So good," he mumbled, balls smacking her backside wetly, knot threatening to enter with every smack. She knew it wouldn't. This Jolteon had no intention of sticking next to her once his needs were taken care of. Electricity ran mostly free in her body as he humped her, tingling and stinging. It was hard to tell if he was holding it back any, as she knew he was capable of far stronger shocks. With the way his eyes hungrily watched her own as he ravaged the helpless girl, perhaps he simply found it hotter when she was aware of it all. "Poor little Vulpix," he teased, under his breath. "She can't do anything. Just a wet pussy to fill up with seed." She knew that was a sign he was close. Sure enough, the electric type bit her neck with a growl and smacked her rump one last time with those heavy balls, and they began to empty that tingling cum into her helpless womb. Throb, throb, sprt, sprt... always plenty of seed, this Jolteon. She dreaded the thought of his cum fertilizing her each time, having to cope with bearing young from such a loveless act. Perhaps that was her one bit of luck, one bit of saving grace. Or maybe he once again had a trick up his sleeve to avoid such complications. "One more filled up cocksleeve," he whispered, letting go of her neck, having bitten just a hair short of drawing blood. The poor girl lay under him powerless, unable to so much as shiver, her pussy dripping with his milk. With a knotted tie avoided, the greedy male drew his cock free, its pink throbbing length also dripping with their combined juices - disdainfully he stepped up and dragged that dick and balls over her face, back and forth, back and forth, smearing all the fluid into her fur and filling her nose with the strong scent of sex. "Mmph." Business concluded, once again. With a final appreciative look over his victim, the Jolteon turned and walked away, a haughty swagger in his rump, the pink cock swaying between his legs mid-recede. The timing was impressive - he had only just left her range of scent before the paralysis began to wear off, a little at first, then with the relief of a tight grip being loosened by a merciless invisible hand. Whimpering, the Vulpix made her move - - of plunging her paw between her legs to play with herself, cumming in seconds and soaking the grass below her with nectar. Perhaps the worst of it was right after relieving her own urges, that feeling of guilt that she dared to enjoy being used so demeaningly. Try as she like - or not like, perhaps - there was no burying the pleasure she felt from it, from her inability to enjoy herself until the relentless paralysis decided to let her go. Shaking and blushing, the Vulpix rose to her feet with trembling legs and finally made her escape. For now, anyway. She knew that Jolteon would find her again, whether it was tomorrow or a week from now. He'd come back. He always did.