Foxy Forest

Nate adjusted the visor on his forehead as he wiped the sweat off of his brow. He had heard rumors about a Zoroark lurking here in the Unova Region's Lostlorn Forest, and the prospect of catching such a rare Pokemon was too great for him to pass up. Currently however, he hadn't seen so much as a trace of the elusive Dark-type, and it felt like he had been walking down the exact same path for hours. No wonder they call it Lostlorn Forest, he mused. I can't even tell which way I came in, and these trees are making the forest both humid and gloomy. No wonder so few come here to try and catch this Zoroark...

A sudden eerie feeling suddenly swept over him, and he spun around, his right hand reaching for one of the Pokeballs inside the messenger bag slung over his shoulder.

"Who's there?!"

There was no reply, which only served to tense Nate's nerves. Gritting his teeth, he clutched the Pokeball containing his Emboar partner, and called out once more to the invisible threat.

"I'm warning you, I'm a trainer who's beaten the Champion of the Unova Region! I'm not afraid to take you on!"

The forest was silent, and Nate looked around to see if there were any fleeing silhouettes, but saw none. He couldn't shake the feeling that something was watching him, but without a proper light source to illuminate his surroundings, there was nothing he could do but be a sitting Ducklett for an ambush. Although somewhat hesitant to call out his Emboar and risk revealing their exact location in the forest to the presence, Nate's dubious decision turned out well for him, as the boar Pokemon acted as a walking torch to light the murky forest with his neck flame. It didn't help that the flames made it even easier for the trainer to sweat buckets, but he was glad he could now at least properly see where he was going. Giving his Emboar a hug in appreciation, Nate embraced the boar's belly and praised him.

"Thanks Emboar, I can always count on you to light up my life!"

The Pokemon smiled and gave him a hug that almost crushed the poor trainer, Nate squirming as he tried to collect the lost air back into his lungs. Startled, his Emboar dropped him onto the grass, and Nate ate it as he fell face-first into the lush vegetation. Picking himself off the ground, he wiped his outfit of the blades stuck on his clothes, giving the Fire-Fighting type a slightly vexing look.

"Easy there big guy, I'm not a Poke Doll. We still have to keep on our toes in case-"

(Come.)

Nate was interrupted by the sudden female voice, and took in a few deep breaths as he turned his head in every direction, trying to remain calm. The shadows seemed to be pitch-black now, and the forest was dead silent. Even the leaves on the trees that rustled from the sporadic gusts were now hushed. Nate was sure the voice came from right in front of him, but even with the Emboar's light, he couldn't see anything.

(Come.) it said once more. (Come to me. I've been waiting so long for someone to visit me here.)

Nate turned to his Emboar to give his command, fear and confusion in his eyes. The beads of sweat dripped down his face with increasing frequency as he shook, and his throat caught his words as he struggled to push them out.

"E-Emboar, get ready! They're c-coming!"

The boar cluelessly looked back at their trainer, but whatever threat their trainer seemed to believe there was, he would take every command seriously. The Fire-Fighting type held his arms out in a fighting position, before letting out a battle cry.

"Boarrr!"

(I do not wish to hurt you. I only wish to speak with you. Come, come to me.)

Nate's eyes caught a shadow appear from the hazy forest, and his knees knocked together as they steadily came closer to where they were standing. Emboar growled as the shadow came within striking distance, and swung a Hammer Arm at them. Just as it was about to connect, the shadow became a blur, and moved behind the boar Pokemon. Surprised, all Emboar could do was turn its head and look back as the shadow used an Aerial Ace to slice into the Fire-Fighting type's back, knocking it out instantly and causing it to fall onto the ground in a heap. The shadow nimbly recoiled onto the empty branch of a nearby tree, kneeling as its piercing red and blue eyes stared right into Nate. His anxiety now dangerously high at how one of his Pokemon was taken out so easily, he shakily tried use the Pokeball to call Emboar back, but the shadow held an arm up to stop him.

(Wait. Let us use this opportunity to meet face-to-face.)

Before Nate could even move, the shadow leapt down from the branch, and landed just a few feet in front of the trainer. Their identity now clear by the Emboar's flames, and Nate gasped as he whispered its name.

"Z-Zoroark."

The Zoroark closed its eyes, and put a claw to her chest in recognition.

(Indeed, I am the Zoroark so many have given up on trying to capture. I have seen hordes of trainers while I have lived here, but you...)

She opened her eyes once more, and Nate noticed the red glow was now gone from them. The Zoroark seemed calm, almost happy to see him. She pointed her right index claw at his body to emphasize her point.

(There is something special about you. You are not like the other trainers who have attempted to capture me.)

Nate just gazed back at them, trying to comprehend what was going on in front of him. Something special about me? he thought. What could she mean? Though at the moment, he asked the bigger question on his mind.

"W-Wait, how can I even understand you? You're a Pokemon! And although Zoroark are so rare to obtain data on, I've never heard of one being able to talk!"

The Zoroark held both of her claws out in front of him in an explicatory manner, and it was then that not only did Nate notice that the Zoroark's chest was rather large, that she seemed to have a strange lingering smell attached to her. The scent didn't smell awful, but it gave Nate an arousing feeling that he tried to shake off as he listened to her clarification.

(It is true that Zoroark are not able to talk, but when we find a trainer we feel is able to use us to our full potential, we communicate with them using our telepathy.)

Nate no longer felt scared of the Zoroark as she explained her telepathy to him, but he still felt something odd about this situation. He couldn't put his finger on it, but he didn't completely trust her.

"So what makes you think I can properly use you? You beat one of my Pokemon in a single attack."

The Dark-type tensed up at this question, and Nate watched the Zoroark put a claw to her chest once more, their eyes shifting to a furious look. Their seething tone told the trainer she'd have rather avoided this question, and in his mind he wished he'd not asked.

(I may have easily defeated one of your Pokemon, but compared to the others that have come to hunt me, they would never know how to handle me as well as you. It would be nothing more than a waste to be captured by them. Those fools only come here to capture me for my looks, rather than for my battle prowess! It makes me SICK!)

Nate clasped his hands together with the Pokeball between them, awkwardly trying to calm her down with an apology he hoped would work.

"I-I'm sorry you've had bad experiences with those trainers, Zoroark. M-Maybe it's best for me to not disturb you any further."

Taking the Pokeball in his hand, he was about to return Emboar back to their ball when the Zoroark leapt forward and grabbed his arm to stop him.

(Wait!)

Nate noticed her breasts jiggle through her fur and coughed as he looked away from her chest, though he was sure that she had caught him staring. She smiled back and used her other claw to turn his neck to face her.

(I am sorry for my anger, but I harbor no hatred for you. Rather, I... am attracted to you.)

Nate blushed at her words, his heart thumping in his chest as the Zoroark's face exposed their fangs in a smile the trainer might have been cute if she currently wasn't grasping his arm to stop him from running away from her.

"W-What!? Y-You're attracted to me?!? B-But I thought you only wanted me to use you to your full potential!"

The Zoroark winked at him, before she giggled with her other claw over her mouth. Her telepathic voice began to grow sultry, and although the trainer wouldn't want to admit it, he was beginning to get erect from their scent.

(I do want you to use me, both in and out of battle~. That is, unless you don't have the "Pokeballs" to, as they say.)

The trainer's blush grew a deep red, and he swallowed nervously as he gathered the courage to tell her how he felt about her figure.

"I-I am attracted to you, Zoroark. B-But tell me, why would you want to mate with a human?"

She gave him a stern look and held his arm out in front of him, her blue eyes telling Nate she meant business.

(I will, but you must promise that you won't use any of your Pokemon to try and capture me. Put away your Emboar's Pokeball for now.)

 He didn't dare try to refuse her, immediately putting the ball away in his bag and setting it down on the grass beside him. Pleased with his compliance, the Zoroark turned around and planted her thick behind on top of the Emboar's belly. Nate's erection was now visibly pushing against the gray shorts he wore as he watched her turn around, getting a clear view of her genitals.

(I hope you don't mind if I sit here. Your Emboar's warmth is a nice change of pace from this cold forest.)

Nate hadn't noticed it until she had mentioned it, but all of the sweat on his body had evaporated in the entire time he had been conversing with her. The forest's heat seemed to have vanished, and now a tiny chill went up his spine as a gust blew the loose locks of his hair. Perplexed, he began to ask, but she nonchalantly answered before he could even finish.

"How di-"

(Sunny Day. It's tiring to use, so this forest is usually a lot colder than it seems. I only manipulate this forest's temperature in order to test trainers' resolves in capturing me. Obviously, you have passed the test, and I am your reward~. Now, what is your name, trainer?)

Nate calmly gave his name to the Pokemon, though his attention was slightly distracted by how she indifferently fondled her breasts while they waited for his reply.

"My name is Nate. It's a pleasure to meet you."

The fox moaned as her nipples began to be more apparent to the trainer's vision, and she beckoned to them with a claw.

(It'll be even more of a pleasure when I meet your length. Now come, play with me~.)

She then laid back on the Emboar and held her spread legs with her claws, exposing her already dripping wet vagina and anus to the trainer. Nate sputtered and hurriedly pulled his shorts off his body, eager to fulfill the fox's desire, though he silently muttered an apology to his Emboar for what he was about to do on top of him. Sorry big guy, thought Nate, but this girl's not for you. As he lifted his shorts off, the fox licked her lips at the delicious sight of his erect cock, obviously begging for a taste as the scent of her heat became clear to Nate's nostrils.

(Go ahead and take me wherever you like~. The reason I wanted to mate with you Nate, is that since you're a human, you can't get me pregnant no matter how hard you try. So, give me everything you have~.)

Nate needed no further prompting as he pressed his tip into her slit, the Zoroark letting out a cry as her folds slowly gave way to let him enter inside her. Grabbing the Dark-type's shoulders, he began to lightly thrust into her, the fox's wet mound acting as a lubricant to help him easily slide back and forth. The Zoroark's round chest jiggled with each hump Nate gave, and when the temptation became too great, he dragged his tongue against one of the erect nipples and gave it a suck, making the fox truly shake with delight. As her breast milk began to flow into his mouth, Nate sped up the intensity of his thrusts, pounding the fox and causing her to moan wildly as her g-spot was hit over and over.

Soon, Nate would grit his teeth as he came close to his climax, and he would give the Zoroark's cunt several rough bucks before he let out a moan as he spurt shot after shot of hot semen into the fox. The Dark-type's flaps would leak the white fluid as the two laid on top of the Emboar, panting for a few seconds to catch their breath. Finally, Nate spoke up.

"W-Wow... t-that was great. I-I've never felt anything like that before."

He pulled himself out of her with a grunt and was going to grab his shorts when the Zoroark stopped him.

(Hold on, we're not finished yet. I still have two more holes to fill~.)

Nate looked taken aback, and he looked at her eager body as she got up from the Emboar to turn her behind to him, leaning against his belly with her outstretched claws as she presented her bent figure to Nate once more. Her crotch steadily leaked drops of his seed onto the grass, but that didn't stop the fox from grabbing her thick round behind and seductively egging on Nate to have her.

(Come on, I'm waiting Nate~. Don't you want to fuck me again?)

Nate didn't know if he had it in him to give another load to the fox, but he wasn't going to give up without trying with an image like that in front of him. Wrapping his arms around the fox's waist, he penetrated her hole, the Zoroark's thick asscheeks giving him even more pleasure than her snatch as they tightly rubbed against his cock. While humping the Dark-type's bountiful ass, Nate heard the thumping as the Zoroark's dangling breasts slapped against her body and the moans she gave off as a result, giving his lethargic sex drive the second wind it needed. Within minutes, his penis was fully erect once more, and near another orgasm. Panting from the buildup, Nate cried out as his second load filled the Zoroark, cum bursting out from both sides of the fox's nethers as he fell onto his Emboar in an exhausted heap belly-up in an effort to not spill his semen onto the poor boar. The Dark-type would lay on top of him, and only took a few seconds of rest before she'd slide herself off of Nate and give his cock a lick. The trainer tried to call out to her to let him rest, but he was both too worn out and too gratified from the fox's attention to say anything.

The Zoroark swiftly worked him over, coating the cock with her saliva as she took it in her mouth and bobbed, making Nate shake as he felt his member leak leftover cum from the previous sessions into the fox. Then, she'd let the wet penis fall from her mouth and onto her awaiting chest, where she'd place it in between her bosoms before taking her claws and rubbing the furry breasts up and down. The resulting titfucking sent the trainer on a progressively increasing mountain of pleasure that he could hardly believe he had the energy to get erect once more. Glancing down at the blushing Zoroark, he was amazed at the blur of her chest as she continued to milk him. The sly fox would wait for the telltale sign on the trainer's face that he was close to cumming, and when he glanced at her, she moved his cock from her breasts back to her mouth. She would suck him dry of any semen he had left in his body, before giving the top of his head some teasing licks. Nate felt absolutely drained as he came a third time into the Zoroark, but on this occasion the fox would slurp down as much of the sticky goop as possible, one particular messy spurt making the fur around her lips stained with seed. As Nate tried to get up to put his shorts back on, the Zoroark would sigh and lay down next to the trainer, lovingly wrapping her arms around him. Nate was about to ask if she was seriously considering a fourth round of sex, but instead she cuddled the trainer closely before closing her eyes and drifting off to sleep.

Nate tried to wiggle his way out of the fox's grapple, but it only prompted her to snuggle him tighter. Sighing and hoping he wouldn't be stumbled upon by a random trainer, he hugged the fox and gave her cheek a kiss. Her warm fur briskly made him drowsy as he soon fell asleep in her arms, a large smile on his face.