Goeth before the fall
High in the skies above Paldea, Zira leaned against the window of the Flying Taxi. She watched in admiration the breathtaking Paldean sights below, the rich nature extremely different yet somehow reminiscent of that of her home region of Galar and its exuberant Wild Area it was known for. Pokémon she had never seen before roamed the fieldlands, unaware they were being watched by the young girl from on high.
"This is incredible!" the girl gushed, taking many pictures on her Rotom phone of the scenery before leaning into the view and snapping a selfie too. She took a second to swipe through the images, deleting some she wasn't happy with before turning her attention to the other window and looking out the other side.
The cab driver ignored her. He'd heard the girl's elated "this is incredible" dozens of times already while flying over the Isle of Armor and almost the entirety of Kalos on the journey, and he was beyond bored of it.
"Uh huh." he bemoaned, "Incredible." The man had taken requests like this before, flying rich kids around the surrounding regions in exchange for a couple thousand per day and had grown a distaste for the shallow, insipid exclamations of amazement they all felt they had to say. It all looked the same to him, he thought, but if it lined his pockets he would suck it up and show them whatever they wanted. The sounds of the huge, beating wings of his trusted Corviknight above him helped drown out the brat's cawing somewhat at least.
While looking over a herd of black-furred Tauros, Zira noticed a tiny fuchsia figure watching them curiously. Zira giggled emphatically. "Look at the little pink guy! It's so cute!" she squealed before the critter jumped off the big metal object it was standing on and disappeared for a moment with the item in tow. "Awh! I didn't get a picture of it…" she pouted. "Hey, have you been to Paldea before? What's it like here? It looks beautiful!" said Zira, barely paying attention to the geezer in the front compartment.
"Oh yeah, come here all the time. It's just great." He lied, feigning little interest. The experienced cabbie certainly hadn't been to Paldea before, and when he saw a flock of some kind of black and yellow birds gliding a little way away and didn't know what they were he found it hard to care - unlike Zira, who quickly captured their image. She barely registered his response and certainly didn't pick up on the lackadaisical tone, too busy having spotted some locals that were waving at them, their huge, frantic gestures made it seem they didn't want to be missed. Zira waved back and snapped another pic.
"The locals are so cute! They're excited to see us." she giggled. When her attention turned toward the enormous crater in the middle of the landscape, Zira took a picture of it too before she furrowed her brow in thought. "Hey, what's up with the big hole?"
The Driver didn't respond, too disinterested to listen to any more of the lass's asinine prattle. Instead he changed the subject; "We're gonna take a break at a place in about an hour called Medali, then continue tomorrow." Truth be told they could probably fly a few more hours and finish up a little faster, but if touching down sooner meant another day's pay he'd be happy to drag this out for as long as he could without her getting suspicious.
"Kaay!" Zira responded simply. She raised her phone once more to view the surroundings before taking another snap, but stopped when she saw a striking splotch of pink against the greens of the background. There was that little figure once more, closer this time and holding what the girl could now identify as a large tool of some kind and a stone. "Hey, it's that Pokémon again!" the girl said to no one in particular, "What's that thing it's holding anyway?" The critter followed their position carefully, launched the rock into the air, then reeled back the tall black gadget it was holding and swung it like a bat. The stone sped toward them. Originally, the distance away from it belied its respectable size, but now it grew bigger in milliseconds before it disappeared above her view that the window in the cab could allow. There was a deafening clang and clatter, the sound of stone on wrenching metal, and the sudden force of impact sent Zira colliding with the side of the car. The world outside began to spin and wobble. She could barely hear the sound of her own screams as their sky vehicle started its rapid, whirling descent.
Zira awoke to a dull throbbing in her head and the sound of blood thrumming in her ears. Her indigo eyes struggled to adjust to the excessively harsh light and when she sat up the swirling in her stomach made her immediately barf. The girl slumped over, coughing and shuddering while her mind tried earnestly to piece together events. When she looked around, all she saw was the cab she had been travelling in for the past few days, crumpled and utterly wrecked. The roof had been peeled clean off and the supports were snapped in two. The windows were completely shattered and there was no sign of the cab driver, nor his incredible Corviknight, save for a few metallized feathers. Zira could only count her blessings that she wasn't in the same state that the cab was.
The girl got to her shaky feet and looked herself over. Bloodied knees and elbows. Her spaghetti strap top, denim shorts and white thigh highs were covered in rips, revealing shallow cuts in her ebony skin underneath. A metallic taste that was barely noticeable over the sour flavour of residual bile let her know her mouth was bleeding, staining her cobalt painted lips, and when she went to check her reflection in the polished black steel of the cab wreckage she noticed a bruised cheek and black eye. She was uncomfortable, but nothing hurt like it was broken, thankfully.
The survivor looked around. Tall rocky walls that continued up and out of sight into harsh clouds surrounded the grand pit she found herself in. In front of her was an enormous cave mouth that seemed to go deeper down and she could hear the sounds of cascading water a little further away.
Like a reflex, Zira went for her phone she typically kept in her left front pocket. Empty. Of course. After all, she had been holding it before the crash. Shakily, she peered inside the wreckage, looking for the telling shape and lavender colour of her Pokémon-infested device. It took her a couple of minutes of searching, but eventually she found it, screen smashed and unresponsive; The Rotom inside no longer present.
Her legs buckled, and Zira knelt on the moss-like grass, overcome with defeat.
"W-where… am I…?" she wondered quietly. The question settled in silence, spiralling in her own ears like a deafening echo. The cacophony of worries all loud in her mind suddenly silenced when her vision blurred as if looking through water. Tears spilled from her eyes, dragging her blue mascara down her freckled cheeks. Seconds later, she sobbed aloud, deluged with stress, trauma and a variety of other, impossibly difficult emotions.
She was lost. She was alone. She was stranded.
Sometime later, Zira washed her cuts in the stream. It stung, but the impossibly crystal clear liquid helped clean her up and provide a little comfort. Some Masquerain watched her inquisitively and hesitantly, the soft buzzing of their little flittering wings drowned out by the waterfall behind them. Zira kept an eye on them wearily. Already had a Golduck and previously unknown-to-her Flamigo shown their territorial disapproval of her being here, and it had taken her a bit of time to give them the slip around.
She splashed some water on her face and ran her wet fingers through her curly black hair. This sucks, she thought to herself, severely understating her true feelings on the matter, how in the world am I going to get home? Vaguely, memories of the traumatic journey started to fit together, and she realised that the cab had fallen into the sodding great hole in the middle of the region. Having done very little research of Paldea, the girl had no idea that Area Zero was off limits to everyone except for research expedition personnel, nor that no one had been here in almost a decade.
Legs still shaky, she perched on a stone in the shallow river, admiring the brilliant glow of light reflecting from the water like it was bathed in sunlight. Water Pokémon gave her a wide berth, eyeing her hesitantly. A Venomoth fluttered closer to inspect the strange sight, and though Zira found some comfort in a recognisable creature she quickly shooed it away. Head resting in her hands, she let her tears freely dribble down her cheeks.
Zira kept to herself as she wandered. She hugged herself tightly, careful of her footing. She was still a little wobbly from the earlier crash, but thanks to snacking on the occasional berry she found on the ground she was steadily getting her strength back. Lost in her thoughts, she didn't notice the short-statured critter rummaging around before bumping into its wide-brimmed cap.
"Oop! Sorry little guy…" she apologised, backing away slowly from the creature. Its red and white Pokéball patterns reminded her immediately of the Pokémon, Amoonguss, though it looked a little… meaner in its disposition. It turned toward her, emitting a kind of high-pitched gurgling sound that Zira slowly realised was it snarling!
"S-sorry…"
The creature shrieked, its toothy pink beak stretched open and its furious reptilian eyes leered from below a wide cap and through a curtain of hanging green moss. A burst of lime green spores coated the girl's damp skin and she wheeled back in shock. The thing turned on her now, four stubby black feet carrying its lumbering form at a surprisingly rapid pace for how short they were. Zira felt a numbing tingle on her skin for only a moment before she ran without another thought, Combeelining for shelter, the closest being a group of enormous stones that rested on one another. She didn't need to turn back, as even through her panicked screams she could hear the shrill prehistoric cry of the feral mushroom keeping pace with her just a few feet back.
Zira stumbled, kicking moss into the air. Her legs were abuzz with pins-and-needles which were spreading rapidly to her arms too. She was far too unintelligent to register that the spores stuck to her damp skin were likely toxic and irritating, and even if she had been, her brain was empty of all higher cognizance, quashed by hysteria. She reached the closest stone and scooted around it, following the simple zig-zagging path made of moss and crumbled rock before her, quickly leading her to a hidden cave mouth. Compared to the stunning brightness she was now used to, it looked utterly pitch black and the idea of whatever kind of horrid, aggressive Pokémon waited inside forced her to hesitate. When she heard the brutish critter's sharp cry coming around a stone, she had no choice but to damn any caution and better judgement. She threw herself into the cave and continued clumsily running. When her pursuer saw her silhouette rapidly disappearing into the dark, it begrudgingly skulked back the way it had come, unwilling to face whatever lurked inside.
Zira kept running, gasping and wheezing. Following a narrow cave entrance into a dome-like chamber, carpet-like moss covering the ground and the sound of running water deeper within. Her right leg spasmed, causing her to trip and fall into a heap, her chest heaving. She sat, each limb twitching like a caught nerve, goaded by the bizarre spores that gave her skin an almost iridescent sheen. It took an inordinate amount of effort to stand again.
Her eyes adjusted to the lonely darkness around her enough to see she was supposedly alone. She briefly glanced back toward the cave mouth to see a shadow move across the entrance and quickly decided to take her chances here. Tentatively, she moved further in. It was almost peaceful - knowing what existed in the light outside made the dark seem so much more inviting, helping to settle her hammering heart. Zira had to admit to herself that even now it was all so pretty. If she still had her Rotom phone she'd be taking tasteful shots of literally everything; The large domed ceiling, the pool of running water, the strange geometric shapes carved into the mossy cavern floor, even the pile of rocks in the middle of the green that began to stir.
Wait. What was that last one?
A form of scales, scutes, spines and muscles slowly righted itself from its curled, snoozing posture. A set of sail-like, conjoined crimson wings unfurled, their scales reflecting what little light there was creating a striking silhouette amidst the dark. A pair of shining yellow eyes peered from below the flat brow of its stark white head. Zira's breath caught in her throat. It took every ounce of control over her own body not to scream. There was the most uncomfortable of silences, or at least, she thought there was; she couldn't hear anything over the sound of blood rushing through her ears. Had it seen her?
It had.
A deafening screech, like crackling fire and striking lightning rang so loud that debris fell from the cave roof. Tremors rumbled through the floor and up Zira's legs. The blue and red beast broke into a scuttling sprint at her, its huge clawed forelimbs caused the ground to crack with each footstep. The enormous red wings flapped, boosting its speed even further. Zira turned and ran, barely able to keep her body from shutting down instantly. Still, her legs moved, fueled by terror and adrenaline. Zira could hear the creature getting closer, though she dared not look how close. Instead, she tried to push a little harder, move her legs a little faster and keep pace.
The blood-red crescent, now only a few feet behind her, dug its forelimbs into the ground and swung its lower half around them. Its huge, muscled tail snapped like a whip and collided with Zira's legs, knocking them from out under her. Thrown into the air, her tiny body crashed into and rolled across the moss-covered earth seconds later. Zira shrieked at both the stinging in her calf from the trip and the blunt aching in her coccyx from the fall, squirming on the ground like a dying insect. The beast moved over her swiftly, a scaly and feathered tidal wave or primal rage. Its great body loomed over hers, made even bigger from the expansive silhouette of its crescent-shaped wings.
Placing a clawed paw on her chest, the sharp points of its talons pierced the ground around her torso, like a cage of keratin that kept her from moving almost as much as the crushing force of its weight behind its palm. The creature's huge, spiked head inched closer on its snake-like neck, shrewd eyes staring deep into hers. It was regarding her with an emotion unreadable on its draconic face. As Zira felt tears streaming from the corners of her eyes, the terrible creature opened its mouth wide.
Like that of a lizard, the Pokémon's mouth featured many tiny, sharp teeth that barely breached its pink gums, though eight larger, sharper teeth in the place of canines stood taller than the rest. A big, fat tongue, rounded and rough, sat in the middle leading to the gullet far in the back; Zira stared down it, barely able to see the folds inside from glints of light off the beast's saliva.
There were no thoughts in her mind when she squeezed her eyes shut, not ready and unwilling to be eaten alive - at least no thoughts she herself had time to read. And when the thing's maw came into contact with her face she screamed. Or, she would have. She tried to; but the sticky, pink tongue across her mouth and nose muffled her. It slimed across her face and neck, then down across her collarbone. It was a sensation that the young girl hadn't experienced before, and one far from ordinarily pleasant. Though, in place of hundreds of piercing, needle-like teeth shredding her skin to ribbons it was certainly preferable. She watched as the beast sampled her, dragging its tasting tentacle over her tenderised flesh.
Zira sobbed in confusion and fear, her tears mingled with the trail of saurian saliva left on her cheeks. Its sharp teeth gently grazed the side of her jawline; a spike of terror speared into the shaken girl's breast. Then, as it retracted its tongue its scaly lips and teeth trailed along her subtle form, moving lower to her chest. A tooth snagged on the collar of her top and effortlessly sliced it open, moving its great head lower. Soon, the garment fell open showing Zira's bare chest - The girl had no need for bras since her meagre a-cup bosoms showed no signs of developing any further.
"No… please" the girl whimpered. If the creature had ears they were uninterested. Instead, it continued to explore her body with a peculiar sadism unfitting for a Pokémon. It brushed its bumpy, scaly lips against Zira's dark nipple eliciting a little gasp from her. Then it grazed against the other one deliberately with its teeth, her reaction this time was far more perturbed.
The dark-skinned girl struggled pathetically; truthfully she was far too scared to put up an actual fight, but felt like she had to somehow communicate some resistance. Crying into her arms, Zira let the teal creature force her thighs open with its forepaws, its sharp claws making superficial scratches in her supple flesh. Fully exposed, Zira's girlhood emanated a scent of fear and arousal exclusively for the great beast, which insidiously licked its lips. Then, with a purring growl it lapped at her, dragging its burningly-hot tongue over her. Its great size quickly parted her tightly-closed labia, and nestled against her still hooded clit. Zira squeaked, biting the flesh of her arm desperately in order to stay quiet. The creature watched for her reactions carefully, a Machivellian grin pulling at its lips.
At first, it swirled its tongue up and down and over Zira's lower-mouth for minutes, tasting the wetness that pooled on her. The little girl's hips bucked involuntarily from tiny, unexpected pleasured spasms that she tried futilely to ignore. Then, in a sudden motion, the beast thrust its entire tongue deep into her till its lips and teeth sat flush round her pudgy mound. Zira screamed, feeling her virginity torn through and her arms quickly went to push the creature away but as soon as her fingers neared it, she felt her whole lower body vibrate with the low, terrible growl of the thing's only warning. Her insides ached, clenching around the wriggling invader inside her. Unable to resist her assaulter, Zira obediently laid back down, her face screwed up in defeat.
The monster went back to work, wiggling and slowly pistoning its tongue inside its prey, hungrily devouring the tart nectar of her lubrication and salty blood from her forceful deflowering. And Zira went back to failing to stay quiet. She mewled through shaken sobs, gently rocking her hips along with the monster's slurping. An alien bubbling pressure in her abdomen pulled Zira from her sulking. Eyes wide, she pleaded with the creature to stop before something happened. "W-wait!" she cried, "please! S…something is c-come…"
The beast eyed her with a lecturing look, and knowing her words would have no sway, Zira placed her hands over her mouth and squeezed her eyes shut, unable to stop the incoming feeling. With a muffled moan, the girl orgasmed, cumming into the creature's mouth. A stream of cum sprayed directly into its maw, and the monster watched her watch it swallow it all, its great gullet rippling as it did. Her hips gyrated, grinding all the right spots onto the roughest parts of its tongue. Then, overcome with a great sudden exhaustion, Zira flopped back onto the mossy ground, panting heavily. The dragon retracted its tongue hastily, fitting comfortably back into its jaws, a sting of saliva connecting its lips to her now erect clit, poking cutely out from its hood. Dents in her spongy pussy-flesh showed where the thing's hard teeth had been pressed to, re-enforcing its incredible size; It really could eat her in only a few bites, if it wanted to. Yet it still had further plans. Then the creature loomed closer, observing the expressions on the girl's face with a sadistic curiosity. Zira stared back, her mind foggy. Her blue lips, parted in a fixed 'O' shape glistened with drool that dripped down her chin.
The beast pulled back, sitting on its hind legs and revealing its red belly. The girl's eyes trailed down the distinct markings before resting on the two purple-pink, spiny, fleshy, curved erections that sprouted from its loins.
Though simmering in a post-nut delirium, the intimidating display quickly sobered the girl and she tried clumsily to crawl away. Rolling onto all fours she scuttled back, only to feel a sharp snag on her right ankle. She shrieked from a piercing pain in her leg, and looked back to see the beast's fangs clamped into her extremity, a trickle of scarlet dripping down it. Her pretty violet nails clawed at the damp earth gaining her no purchase before she was dragged back into place. Pulled within its reach, its forelimbs quickly grabbed onto her as it let go with its jaws, and flipped her once more onto her back, pulling her close to its body. The creature's pelvis slotted between her legs and Zira found herself staring down the barrels of the twin meat-rods that loomed menacingly over her abdomen, ending just below the tasteful curve of her ribs. Zira thrashed, still trying to wriggle away but froze as the monster's head came closer, only centimetres away, huge yellow eyes in sunken red sockets staring deep into hers, a smear of her own blood on its chin. Its deceptively flexible tail snatched her neck, pinning her to the ground with a force that shook her whole body. She stiffened. As terror streamed down her youthful face, the poor girl conceded to her fate and did not resist when she felt the slimy tips of both the monster's tools nudge her pussylips.
Zira took a deep breath, trying earnestly to steel herself for what she knew would come next.
Her pussy, loosened and lubricated by the creature's sticky spit and her own unwanted arousal, gave a pathetic defence against both the enormous rape-rod's simultaneous assault. It took mere seconds and just a modicum of her assaulter's efforts to bury all of its incredible sizes into her tiny frame. Zira screamed soundlessly, her eyes wide with agony as she felt her insides forcibly opened to their limit on the first go. Her tight cunt constricted against both tools, wrapping around them and kneading them rhythmically, trying desperately to return to its original shape. Her efforts were acknowledged by a grateful purr from the dragon. The girl took a deep breath and went to cry out again but was suddenly strangled by the great coiled extremity around her neck. Before her hands could move to her aid, both were pinned under each of its great blue forepaw. Zira's heart pounded and her insides throbbed with fullness. When the beast pulled its hips back and began to thrust, the girl was only able to remain conscious for a few seconds before darkness overtook her.
Continuously, little Zira was thoroughly fucked by the rutting creature that she still could not identify. On her back, dancing in and out of consciousness she caught glimpses of the bouncing bulge in her normally taught and smooth belly flesh. Her legs trembled like a trapped nerve when an unwanted orgasm wracked her body on one of the creature's out-strokes, which expelled one of the fleshy tools. Its in-stroke continued, rubbing the exposed organ against Zira's erect clit. Zira squirted, her cum splattering over the creature's red belly while her vaginal muscles clenched the single cock trapped inside her. She had to admit to herself that she felt extremely empty, now that her struggling insides only had one dick to tolerate, but the feeling quickly subsided when the creature realigned the free appendage to her opening and thrust back inside, undoing her hard work.
At one point, the girl was rolled onto her front, her upper torso lifted up by the tail wrapped around her neck. Her arms dragged weakly on the ground beside her, palms up while her legs splayed to the side to make room for the creature to access her. Her tongue hung loosely from her mouth, dribbling saliva down her chin and into the mossy-bed below. From above, the creature had hilted itself so forcefully inside her that her tiny pert buttocks were smashed against its abdomen. Muscles in her back rippled and her fingers spasmed as her frying brain tried hopelessly to tell her body to fight back. A futile effort. Every thrust into Zira's broken little body left her trembling and twitching. Raspy moans wheezed from her mouth, as what little air in her lungs was forced out by the cunt-crushers poking her diaphragm. With each thrust, the conical tip of the two bitch-breakers took turns penetrating her cervix and smashing into her uterus to leak precum deep inside.
Stretched and overstuffed, the rubbery spikes of both the beast's dicks scratched the sensitive bumps of Zira's g-spot with each oppressive thrust. A slacking of the strangling tail allowed Zira to regain consciousness just long enough for a far-from-pleasurable orgasm to shoot up her abused body which spasmed pathetically as every muscle flexed. Her cunt tightened, trying to restrict the pistoning invaders hammering inside her but the monster was unaffected, continuing to smash into her most delicate parts uninterrupted. Every press against her insides forced more of her juices out of her, squirting into a pool of grool below her. She groaned, too winded to scream like she wanted to, then blacked out again, body once more limp like a ragdoll.
The creature's orgasm was approaching, and it continued to use the girl like a broken-in fleshlight. It grounded itself, lowering its body to pin Zira's thighs and tummy to the floor, and pulled back with its tail to root her in place even further. What little slack her fuckdoll-body had been afforded before was taken away. She was trapped in place, her unconscious mind registering just enough to know what was happening. The creature slammed itself inside her, both cocks slipping inside her cervix and every powerful muscle in its huge body tensed as it released its heavy load inside the poor girl. Her stomach swelled, but pressed so forcefully against the ground with the dragon's weight the potent seed was forced out the only other way it could go. Zira's throbbing clit was drowned in hot ejaculate that pooled below her. Had she been awake, she might've admitted the sensation felt good, a sensation that would be forever burned into her subconscious mind.
Spent, the creature relaxed and retreated from the petite girl's pussy. Its tail recoiled, dropping her sleeping form on the mossy floor. For a second, she lay unmoving before the creature smacked the middle of her back with its trunk-like tail leaving a red lashmark. Air flooded Zira's lungs, resuscitated by the violent thump, she burst to life sputtering and coughing before collapsing again on the ground on her back, her chest heaving with each breath taken.
A cold silence replaced the sounds of sloshing struggles, broken only by the tiny gasps and groans from the quivering girl. For a while she lay, recuperating, unconscious and vulnerable. And the whole time she was watched, seen by the piercing yellow eyes of the demonic creature that had raped her so thoroughly. The short break was enough to re-invigor its dual dicks, and with a salacious Salamantic sneer, it slithered towards her sleeping form once more, ready to violate her again, though this time from a different angle.
The beast aligned the tip of one of its penises to Zira's pretty blue lips and pushed forward quickly, sinking its whole length inside her with minimal resistance from her unconscious form, the rim of its sheath pressed firmly against her stretched-open mouth. The sudden intrusion shook her very awake and the girl desperately thrashed below it. The second erection loomed tellingly over her, betraying its twin's location inside Zira's gullet; it sat between her tiny breasts, the tip of it leaking pre-cum just above her belly which pooled into her navel.
Zira clawed at her own throat, leaving reddened scratches at her chest. She screamed quietly, the sound smothered by the meat in her mouth. Though the Sala-menace didn't need to move - the spastic convulsions of the fuck-meat's esophagus dutifully contracting around it was pleasure enough - the creature began to thrust brutally, simultaneously throat and tit fucking the struggling little girl for minutes - minutes that Zira suffocated, no air able to pass through her stuffed, bulging throat. Minutes that she teetered in and out of consciousness, her thrashing growing weaker each second.
Eventually, after what Zira considered an immeasurable amount of time, the poor girl was rewarded with the beast's second orgasm. Cum splattered over her belly, thighs and cunt from the free organ, the torrid heat of it billowed steam into the air. Deep inside her, cum slammed into her stomach like a point-blank shotgun blast, filling her enough to swell her abdomen somewhat. She twitched, fists balled and toes pointed, unable to escape or resist, only able to lay there and accept it like a good girl. Heavy-lidded eyes rolled into her head, her face turning a shade of blue similar to the ruined mascara smeared around her eyes. Then, as the creature ripped itself from her, white ejaculate bubbled and spilled from her mouth and nose. She gasped and coughed and sputtered, free to breathe again.
Thoughts churned in her mind as uneasy as the liquids in her stomach. Eyes rolling in their sockets, trying so hard to focus on something, her mind wandered. Her lower belly ached. A throbbing echo not unlike the kind of tolerable muscle ache after a workout; The type that hurt but felt kind of good too. It was a strange sensation so focussed on one area that kept pulling her attention to it. She fought the feeling, trying limply to pull herself up but her legs like jelly couldn't lift her own weight. She managed to get to her elbows and knees, the exertion expelling some more of the creatures cum from the cleft between her legs that made her heart flutter. I need to… get away… deliriously she looked for an exit. She spotted a break between rocks, a mossy carpet leading away. The way she had come! She began to crawl, wincing every time her legs rubbed together sending another throb through her core. She stumbled and tried to pull herself closer. She could barely register a dull weight on the middle of her back that halted her progress, and when it began to drag her back she simply began to cry.
For hours it continued. Used again and again with no remorse, no holding back. More and more cum was spilled in and on her, and she would have lost count of the amount of her unwelcome, mind broken orgasms had she even tried keeping track to begin with. At some point, the horror of it subsided, and the broken little girl accepted her abuse without qualm. Perhaps, had she remained conscious during it all, she might've even found something… pleasurable about the ordeal.
In a delirium, amidst her assault, Zira almost didn't see her partner freeze, its reptilian head snapped to another direction. The moment of stillness was extremely bizarre in her fuckdrunk mind. She had grown so used to the constant hammering, slamming, rutting, strangling and cumming that when none of that was happening she didn't know what else to expect. It was practically terrifying! She listened to her own panting moans, the only noise she could hear. But as she quietened, she heard a new sound. A clunk, metallic and heavy. Then another. The creature on top of her growled, its senses focused on the noise of tinny footsteps. In the darkness of the cave that she had grown so used to, the soft ruby light that heralded the arrival of something else was positively blinding. Another cry, this one like a voice heavily synthesised, echoed out through the chamber. Zira turned her head toward it this time, seeing the humanoid shape of a creature who had come from deeper in the cave.
The Dragon roared at the intruder, its features screwed into fury and malice that Zira had been fortunate enough to have not seen, and in an ungraceful manner, ripped itself free from the girl's body and almost trampled over her, rolling her back onto her front. The tin-man spawned a staff of ruby light and dashed to meet its foe. Zira felt so cold now, and watched in a stunned stupor as the two beings began to brawl. Sparks and scales flew. At one point the newcomer raked one of its blades along the veteran's snout, splattering its dark blood against the floor. The girl's eyes widened, suddenly aware of what was happening. Though she knew not why, these two creatures were only focused on themselves, and both intended to forcibly end the other. Something clicked in her pretty little head and Zira saw her chance. With whatever strength she had left, she pushed herself to her knees and began to crawl away. Every shriek and growl renewed her motivation to work through the ache and pain and push herself just that bit further toward the way she had come. The sounds of a struggle grew quieter as she made it outside, and close to collapsing, quickly tucked herself between two overlapping rocks and curled into a ball.
How long she stayed there for, she didn't know as the gleaming illumination of what she thought was sunlight never turned to night. Eventually, she heard the sounds of footsteps emerging from the cave mouth. She daren't look to see which creature they belonged to.
At another stream, Zira washed her cuts and bruises. She sat defeated and exposed, enough of her senses had returned enough for her to feel the shame of wearing only tatters, socks and shoes. She studied her new healing wounds in her reflection, each one highlighting the memory of the act that had caused it. How long had she been here? When could she leave? Questions she knew no answer to. Weary of anything that moved past her, the now-timid girl moved as covertly as she could to some kind of safety, subsisting off of Salac and Sitrus berries she found along the way.
Returning to the crash site, Zira hoped that perhaps the Cabby would have too. Failing that, she thought the wreckage might be a little more comforting than the wilds around her. There it sat, untouched since she last left it. At the very least it provided some shelter, and the remains of the seats inside might make for some comfortable bedding. She glanced around, seeing no other life, save for a lone Floette that watched curiously. She covered her decency away from it, red flushing her cheeks. As she returned to the wreckage she didn't see the little Fairy-type float away as something bigger turned a corner.
Zira only turned back when she heard the heavy footsteps of something coming closer. She whirled around to see it, arms covering her chest and crotch in shame. An enormous body eclipsed her miniscule form. The startled girl stared at the creature with both fear and wonder, eyes locked to the creature's piercing blue ones. Her knees buckled, and a terrified smile tugged at the corners of her mouth.