Produced by BRN.Quil for commissioner "romano2007" a.k.a Rommy; freely redistributable
Project started 04/10/2013. 
Warnings: Violence; Violent Sex; M/M; N/C; C/C; Feral; Lemon
Keywords: M/M, rape, anal, fox, canine, penis, blood, violence, feral, avien, Eagle, Bravery (Pokemon), pokemon, rough
Sequel (LINK: X) | Pokemon Universe/Reality Crossover

|||Catch|||

It wasn’t until the light sound of pattering rain flowed into a burgeoning swell of a storm that the outside world poked back into the weakened fox’s consciousness. Staring at his limp and dishevelled, green-padded paw, the constant pain flooding the younger critter’s body was as paralytic as it was frightening.

He slowly woke up, the aching injury already stabbing against his groggy mind.

The forepaw he was laying on was broken - no doubt about it, and the skewed and bizarre angle that it formed against his brutalised wrist could have been an anatomical joke if it wasn’t so jarringly real. As the shower became a downpour, more and more heavy drops of rainfall began to thud against Rommie’s body; soaking through his silky fur, nudging against his little ears, and repeatedly forcing an instinctive blink as the liquid burst against his snout.

The problem was that he was far too tired to move. Despite being cold and wet, the otherwise young and energetic fox no longer had the energy to try and drag himself out of his assailant’s territory.

What if they came back and found him?

Would they do it all over again?

“Awwooooo…”

... his pitiful whine was long, slow, and quiet - lost in the rustle of rain against the forest’s green plants. Rommie -the fox - closed his eyes, letting the glow of his bright-green irises fade. Once more, the pain and cold dragged him back into unconsciousness. 

The dull rustling of heavy, human footfalls padding through the undergrowth was the last sound he heard - as if in a painful dream, sensing the thuds of a running creature hitting the rain-sodden moss, as his snout fell loosely sideways against the soaked dirt. If they really were coming back for him… well, everything hurt just a little too much already…

He would have to give up, and let them ruin his body again...

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Nathaniel’s fingers split the matted fur as he ran his hand through the silky breast of the unconscious fox. Thankfully, it was clearly still alive - a heavy heartbeat pulsed in the warm body of the tiny creature - but, despite all his experience, he… really didn’t know much else. This was a really weird Pokemon.

“Green paws…”, he murmured.

He tugged his hand away, using his other gloved hand to wipe the strange and oily residue that had stuck to his fingers after stroking the fox’s body. Tugging his microphone up closer to his mouth, he slid a light swab against the animal’s muzzle - tugging it open with a light levering action.

“Green tongue, too…”, Nathaniel murmured, speaking into the microphone. “It’s got an orange-furred body, but it’s the size of an Umbreon… also, it’s definitely alive.” The Pokemon ranger sighed - and continued to investigate, peering into the shadows between the fox’s thighs. “Can’t tell its gender… easy to find out, but the thing’s so injured that it could be a bad idea to roll him over.”

He studied the animal’s body, looking for any signs of wakefulness. “The little creature’s got a body about as long as my leg, so it’s probably not too strong.”

Rain spattered against the miniature, plastic shelter he’d erected around the creature’s prone body. Despite the obvious suffering of the creature, the thought of bringing back an undiscovered Pokemon to HQ put a grin on Nathaniel’s face. What if it made the news, shed some good light on the Ranger force? He’d probably get promoted!

He crouched down closer to the unconscious animal, smiling at the thought of a new office.

“The creature looks kind of like an Eevee without any fluff…” Nathaniel chuckled, poking and prodding at its strange body. 

“There’s a bloody residue smeared against its tail. Some kind of white oil on his thighs. Severely distorted paw; something’s broken.” Nathaniel winced. “Yeah, this creature’s been roughed-up -- pretty hard.”

He jabbed the creature’s belly, feeling tight musculature beneath the fur. The creature twitched; Nath watched, smiling, as the golden-furred mystery-critter’s ears flickered - and reached around to his backpack, tugging a small pink sphere from the side of his carrycase.

The rosy sphere swelled suddenly in his hands; the familiar ding of a ‘ready’ Pokéball rang flatly through the rain, and Nathaniel held the Heal Ball loosely above the mysterious beast’s body.

Whining quietly, the animal started to twitch.

The Pokemon Ranger stood up, satisfied with his investigation.

This was some kind of Pokemon that he’d never seen before, but it was in a lot of pain. There was only one thing he could do to help it now… surely it was okay to catch it?

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The real world melted as his body became digital. Sound became numbers, and reality became colours. Blackness swirled around him, and then the it all just became more  numbers -- a white room was growing outwards from nowhere, and the fox plunged from infinity to fall inside it. He watched his body fix itself; pain disappeared, but so did he…

The wet grass disappeared from beneath him; rain stopped falling onto his snout. 

Finally awake, Rommie the fox blinked inside the depths of the Pokemon Storage System - standing on all fours - and watched the nothingness grow into glowing cubes.

Cube after cube raced upwards from the ground and down from the sky - like endless digital bricks, the room slowly formed around him. Palm trees and ponds and rivers carved themselves into the floor; water began to flow from nowhere, and a giant shale cliff sprung from the ground, towering into the sky. Clouds burst into life, and the sun shone in a sky that suddenly burst into a vivid blue.

Sand crinkled and spread softly beneath the young fox’s paws. Within a second of being captured, and fully healed at last, the young fox found himself standing in a tropical paradise - a sprawling beach!

Rommie looked down, squeaking in surprise - - and lifted his slender forethigh upwards, examining the thick green pawpad beneath his paw. The pain was... gone! Was he fixed?

The little fox slowly lowered his paw into the sand, catching the sound of waves starting to break along the shore. To his surprise - as a happy grin began to grow under his snout - there wasn’t even a single twinge of pain, or even the slightest of aches…

He was healed! Yes! 

With a loud whoop!, the fox jumped up in the air, tumbling as he landed. Rolling in the sand, he kicked a flurry of particles up from the sandy shore - and began to sprint alongside the sea’s edge, letting the freedom of movement force the virtual wind to whistle through his ears. He was healed!

And he was away from the Absol and Umbreon!

Wave after wave broke across the edge of the beach as he sprinted through the sand under the warm virtual sun, whooping happily.

Then, suddenly, the fox stopped to think. Where was he?

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In the amber dust under the cool, refreshing shadow of an impressive palm-tree, the slender fox padded at the silken sand - digging ferociously, before flopping onto his back in the comfortable little nook he’d made. 

Panting for breath, hot little sighs of exhaustion rung out of his muzzle, rolling across his tongue - he’d ran for miles, splashing in the waves and darting between palms…

He scooped up some of the sand beside him, letting it run between his digits -  and lifted his paw high above his face,  sputtering and wriggling as sand fell onto his snout. 

No pain! No rain! No stupid Umbreons or Absols or --

“Boy, for a cute little creature, you sure are an idiot.”

Rommie winced. His ears twitched.

He’d heard a voice - but where had that voice come from? 

“You shouldn’t let sand get in your nose, you know!”, jeered the mysterious voice, breaking into loud, caw-ing laughter. “You need it to breathe!”

“S-stop laughing!”, squeaked the golden fox, paws instinctively curling down to protect his chest; he could already feel his heartbeat starting to pick up. He hadn’t thought there was anyone here on this vast beach - and, worse still, he couldn’t even see whatever was talking to him. Should he hide? Or run?

The voice seemed to be coming from the sky above… or, at least, through the ferns of the palm tree he lay under.

“A-and I breathe with my mouth, anyway!”, squeaked the fox.

… Silence.

Slowly, the drifting sound of a wave receding merged with the softer, gentle swish of the incoming sea… and a light, cold breeze rolled between the fox’s tense ears, making the fox shudder.

The breeze became a roar. A crescendo of spearing wind…
Rommie whimpered.

The hefty leaves of the tree-canopy above him split open with a dazzling burst of sunshine as the silhouette of a giant bird, wings spread wide, crashed through the palm fronds.

A pair of steeled talons slammed into the sand by Rommie’s thighs, dislodging the piles he lay between, half-burying his body under a layer of the amber dust. A massive feathered body blotted out the sun - and a viciously curved beak hung over Rommie’s face.

A mere moment of staring into the vicious eyes of the Superpower Pokemon, Braviary, was all Rommie needed to decide it was time to flee.

Heartbeat pounding, the fox wriggled violently, trying to kick the sand off his body. No matter where he went, it was always SOMEONE’s territory-!- 

“Hey!”, spat the eagle-like Pokemon. “Do you think you’re leaving?”

A golden claw raked at his shoulder, two sharpened claws threatening to tear into the skin of his back; the back-talon of the bird’s feet pressed against his breast, through sand and fur. 

“Gragh!”, screamed the fox.  He was well and truly stuck. Again!

“Do you, little chick?” 

“N-n… no, sir eagle-thing sir,” he whimpered, his shoulder shuddering under the weight of the bird’s foot. “I’ll do anything, I won’t leave...”

“Awh... cute.” The braviary leaned down towards him until the curved tip of his aquiline beak threatening to carve into his snout. 

Amber-ringed, vicious crimson eyes locked against the fox-cub’s own, the bright-green eyes starting to water. The pain in his shoulder was unrelenting-!

“You look like such a delicious… ” The eagle’s head tilted. “Meal.”

“What?  No! No way!”

The eagle laughed. “From here, you look pretty juicy.  Tell me, how do you know you don’t taste good?”

“I… I don’t! But, if you’re h-hungry,” Rommie stammered, thinking desperately. “I can do things! I can… find food! You don’t need to eat me, I’ll bring you food!”

“Aw, that’s cute. You’d attend to my needs?”

“Yeah!” Rommie nodded frantically. “Anything!”

The bird considered it, cocking his head to the side.  “Actually, little fox... that sounds like a good idea.”

The young fox sighed in relief, ears flattening against the back of his head. “I promise! I can do it!”

“You really think so, huh, fox..?”

The Braviary turned back down to face him. His beak was raised in a light grin - and his ruby eyes sparkled in a private joke as they met the small fox’s own green eyes. “Do you know how much it sucks to be part of a species that is all male?”

Rommie’s spirit fell. “Huh?”

The eagle pressed forward further into the fox’s belly, beak curved into a vile facsimile of a smile. As the feeling of warmth suddenly spread into his navel, Rommie stared down, aghast -- and watched as the large Braviary’s shaft swelled against his fur - opening his maw and whining for release as, suddenly, his useless arms lay pinned against his side in the beach sand, trapped beneath cruel talons.

“What’s the matter, prey?” jeered the bird, his voice rising into a mocking lilt. “Afraid you’ll enjoy serving me?”

The fox was speechless, a whine rising out of his maw. He thought he had escaped this when the Absol’s forest disappeared! Now, was he trapped here just to be this monster’s toy?

The braviary leaned closer, still grinning, and its impressive tail flared behind him, shifting from side to side as the massive bird’s hips shifted against his own. The bird’s sizeable shaft dripped with fluid - swelling out of a vent between stretched feathers, below the bird’s navel, it was poised right between Rommie’s thighs. 

“Because,” continued the bird, whispering. “You don’t need to worry. I already know you won’t enjoy it.”

Rommie whimpered. “P-please..!”

“Please nothing. Fuck you. Tell me what you see, foxie!” the eagle laughed, bucking his weight forwards against the fox once more - full-swollen shaft all-too-visible against the bird’s gunmetal-grey feathered chest. 

Rommie grunted painfully, struggling to breathe as the bird’s talons closed tighter around his forelimbs, the serrated talons threatening to cut the flesh under his fur. His green eyes watered, making it hard to pick out details. 

“I- I can’t…”

“Look closely, you bitch!”, shouted the bird. The Braviary squeezed his talons shut tight - and Rommie wailed out as the rough talons cut into his flash, drawing blood that quickly stained the bird’s golden claws crimson. 

“Okay, okay, okay!”, cried the fox, blinking - tensing up as his body tried to thrash, held down by the eagle’s greater size. His arms tensed, searing - and tears danced on the edge of his vision, but Rommie blinked them away once more, eying up the bird’s large genitals.

The tapered shaft rose proudly to a square-ish tip, slick with the residue of the bird’s pre which was dripping warmly into the fur of his chest. Its length was intimidating -- but worse and scarier were the scale-like protusions that fringed every side of the cone. 

The scales were almost feathery in shape and size, pointing down towards the bird’s body like ragged, fleshy spikes. Worse still, as Rommie’s eyes ran back up towards the Braviary’s tip, he saw that the spikes curled upwards and became shorter - until, at the tip itself, the feather-spikes became simple, cruel-looking barbs.

Rommie whimpered once more.

“You see them, do ya’?”, sneered the bird. “Chicks like Fearow love ‘em. Feels great on the inside. But them chicks are a hell of a lot bigger than you are, and you ain’t even a chick anyway. Dunno how you’ll deal with them.”

He laughed. “Don’t care really, since they ain’t my problem - they’re yours. Usually, we only get to use them a few times a year… few females agree when they’re not rattled enough by heat.”

The tears welling in Rommie’s eyes broke again, dripping down the side of his face. The blood from his arms dripped down his green pawpads with an icy warmth, staining the sand.

The bird simply grinned. “But you… you aren’t going anywhere. It’s been a while, and I intend to enjoy this.”

Rommie knew this was his last chance to convince the massive avian to leave him alone. The creature’s massive pride twitched against his belly, dumping more of the bird’s slick pre against him - he shuddered, remembering the pain of the Umbreon’s forceful taking earlier, and the sheer thought of this bird’s much larger size and his feather-spikes was enough to fill his mind with ice.

“Please,” choked the fox. “Please don’t do this. I’ll run for miles, I’ll leave you alone, I’ll bring you food-”

Slowly, grinning, the bird lifted one talon away from Rommie’s forelimb, and gripped instead at his haunch.

“Just… just shut up, fox.”

With a forceful jerk, the Braviary wrenched Rommie’s leg aside, exposing his rump as it sat above the wet sand of the shallows. Rommie squealed - his tail curling upwards between his legs, protecting himself and his young sac and sheath. 

The bird shrieked, furious. “Move the tail, or I’ll rip it off!”

Rommie’s loose forepaw tucked under his chin protectively as the young fox panted for breath, fear ripping through him. He couldn’t! He wouldn’t!

… but he had to. He knew it.

Whining with fear, the fox lowered his tail, exposing the soft green ring of his entrance. Suddenly, he heard the victorious laughter of the Braviary - and flinched as the bird shunted forwards against him, the warmth of the bird’s taper-tip pressing against him. The feather-spike barbs at the tip poked against the sides of his rump, threatening to poke into the flesh itself; the fox shook in fear, his loose forepaw instinctively reaching up to grip for purchase at the Braviary’s back.

The bird wasted no time in laughing at him for the move. “You want it that much, huh? Really?”

“No! Please,” Rommie whined, voice cracking with tears. “Don’t do this to me!”

“Bitch. If you wanted it that much… take all of it!”

The bird grinned wide, his eyes darkened, as his talons suddenly dug deep into the fox’s legs - tugging once more to spread the fox extra wide. With that clamping grip, the Braviary slammed forwards with all the power stored in the thick haunches that supported him -- spearing the fox in one single motion.

The stretch was unbearable. Rommie screamed out, his eyes clenched shut - paw gripping and kneading into the feathers of his aggressor as his body wracked and writhed, rump searing in pain as his bloodied arms stained the sand once more, flailing in the golden dust.

“Stop clenching!”, growled the bird. “You’re so damn tight that I can’t get it in!”

He drew backwards, preparing for a second strike. The jagged feather-spikes and barbs scraped against Rommie from the inside, eliciting yet more howling screams from the tortured fox.

The bird’s tongue raked around the lip of his beak as he stared down at the miserable vulpine, stuck beneath him.

“Quit whining, bitch.  You’re even louder than my last mate!”

The bird repositioned his grip, letting go of Rommie’s other forelimb as he dragged his talon back, gripping at the fox’s spare haunch. With one final yank, he spread them both wide - Rommie howled out once more as the talons dug into the muscle of his legs, marking him once more with cut flesh.

Wordlessly, the bid slammed forwards once more, driving his shaft inside the fox with reckless force - and this time, his hips slammed into the fox’s with a loud, wet slap, as the entire length sunk forcefully inside the vulpine’s body.

The stretch was impossible, the length was horrifying. Rommie writhed ferociously in the sand, his damaged forelimbs failing to push his weight away from the avian assailant - squealing, as the bird’s thick base stretched his rump beyond the size of even the Umbreon’s knot.

The bird just continued to laugh in between deep, panting breaths. “Hey, take a look, bitch! You got the whole thing!”

Tears marred his vision, but as Rommie curled forwards, even he could see the bulge of the Braviary’s length buried inside him. The swollen fur in his navel was visible just above Rommie’s own thick sheath; and suddenly, it disappeared again as the bird withdrew his hips.

The serrated flesh-spikes of the bird’s cock drew and tugged on the insides of his body, threatening to cut him open. Rommie’s pained squeals rose even higher, ringing out into the empty sky.

“Ain’t no-one around to hear you, toy! Keep squealing all you want!”

Again, and again, the bird slammed down inside him - forcing him to take the impossible stretch with brutal force before drawing back out, raking him with the exotic features of the bird’s cock. The spikes, meant for stimulating larger females, were simply cruel and agonising to the small vulpine - and the sheer size of the eagle was far beyond his normal limits.

But despite the fox’s limits, with every humping thrust that threatened to break him open, the bird sped up his pace. Rommie could feel the swell inside his own chest as his tortured body was forced to make room -- the golden fur of his belly almost stretching to space as suddenly, the avian’s haunches thrust rampantly, becoming a blue that released a rapid, slapping noise as they slammed down into the fox’s own again and again.

The bird’s beak craned upwards, whilst his vent met Rommie’s rump over and over again, driving his thick shaft into the crying and helpless fox.

Over, and over, and over again, the bird slammed down into Rommie, spearing in before tugging out to drag his flesh-spikes across the walls of his flesh. The young fox squealed, tugged, clenched - but every last thing was useless against the onslaught of furious thrusting until, finally, the bird’s cry split the air.

The Braviary’s peak hit.

Keeling forward with the fox still held tight to his thighs, the bird drove forwards with a sudden burst of strength, holding the vulpine unimaginably tight. The serrated talons squeezed once more into the fox’s haunches, keeping him pinned to the floor - as the avian unleashed a flurry of powerful thrusts, yanking him down by the hips with every jab, an explosion of seed bursting into Rommie’s filled body each and every time. 

The flood filled the fox’s stuffed body in moments, but the punishment didn’t stop. The thrusts kept on coming - releasing pulse after pulse of seed into the fox’s depths, far more than anyone Rommie’s own size could possibly produce. The pent-up bird unloaded in the fox’s abused rear as they both cried out --

-- and as suddenly as it began, the bird’s thrusted one, last, final time; sealing himself inside for ticking seconds, sealing Rommie on the thickest, girthiest part of his taper -- before yanking himself out with a growl.

The flesh-spikes of the Braviary’s manhood filled the fox with withering agony as the cruel bird dismounted, leaving Rommie writhing - soaked in and filled with seed, and stained with the bloodied markings where the bird’s talons had gripped.

The eagle’s powerful wings flapped just once, but a storm of wind battered Rommie’s body; and the Braviary hopped backwards, shaft still proud between his legs. 

His beak tucked down under a wing as he preened one wing, the other wiping off his own vent. 

Then, his sharp red eyes flashed upwards once more, meeting Rommie’s tear-stained own. “Try to get some rest.  I’m going to be back in an hour or so… this place heals you up every so often. I think you’ll be ready for another ride by then, right, bitch?”

The bird’s wings rose and fell, in an approximated shrug. “It’s pretty cool if you ask me. Healing means we get to do this again, and again, and again - right up until one of us gets Released. So, one more thing...” he murmured, eyes narrowing. 

“Don’t try to run. If I have to look for you, I’ll break your legs.”