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I am a Pokémon trainer. It's my job to go out, catch Pokemon, and raise them to be the strongest they can be. Normally, that last part involves battles, and lots of them. And let me tell you, I have fought lots of them, against a variety of opponents. From crappy little bug Pokémon, to a variety of folks my age who always lived next door for some reason, to Pokémon league champions. Almost always I end up coming out on top. However, one thing these battles all shared in common, whether win or loss, was that they were fought using Pokemon. Yes, I've had the occasional opponent who remarked about wishing they'd fought me hand-to-hand, but never have I actually had to. Wild Pokemon, even. Normally, I get enough warning with wild Pokemon to throw out my one of my mains. One Pokemon, though, just wouldn't play it that way.

So, this happened one day while I was out leveling some Pokemon. I'm going around and stirring up wild Pokemon just to knock them out with my high-level Zoroark (exp share ftw!). Yes, I'm an asshole; I'm aware of that. Suddenly, a wild Zoroark popped out at me. Without thinking, I sent out my Zoroark and attacked it. But, then, I realized something. This was where I got my Zoroark. Now, I don't know if it had been long enough since I got my Zoroark that this guy was just a stranger to him, but I felt a little bad making him attack one of his own kind. So I did what any barely respectable trainer would do: I ran. And it worked, too. Well, or so I thought. So I go back to what I was doing, when suddenly, I'm tackled from behind. I tried to spin around, but was only really able to catch a glimpse of what tackled me: the same Zoroark I'd just been battling. Huh boy. Now, if you've ever looked at one of these things, they're pretty fucking scary. Normally, they're around 5'3" but can get bigger. I am only 5'6". Starting to see where this is going? Zoroarks also weight up to 180 lbs. I only weigh 135. So, I'm going up against something almost as tall as I am, but that's one and a half times my weight. Naturally, I scramble for my bag, desperate to get SOMETHING out of it. Hell, at this time, I'd take a level 3 Weedle. Sadly, Zoroark saw where this was going, and ripped my bag clean off my shoulder. At this point, I'm terrified. So, then, imagine what was going through my head as the Zoroark stood.

The Zoroark stood up and picked me up, lifting me above its head. Then, it flung me to the ground a few feet away. The air rushed from my lungs as I landed, and the Zoroark rushed over and climbed atop me. The most I could do at this point was weakly put up my arms into some sort of guard...A guard that did almost nothing once the Zoroark began punching me. The onslaught felt like it'd never end. A left hook to the cheek. A right straight into my eye. Another left, this one going into my nose. With each punch, I felt myself grow weaker and weaker until...It stopped. I almost let out a sigh of relief until I found out what came next.

What came next was the Zoroark trying to choke me out. It wrapped one arm around my throat and used the other to tighten it. I struggled, desperately trying to escape. I tried everything. I tried throwing punches. All of them missed. I tried prying its arm away. It held on tight. Nothing worked. Finally, I resigned, and let the darkness wash over me. But this Zoroark had yet more tricks up its non-existent sleeve. Right as I thought I was done for, and Zoroark would choke me into unconsciousness, it relented. Whoop-tee-fuckin-doo. More abuse I have to live through.

Though, I can't say I was ready for the KIND of abuse I was to receive. When the Zoroark released me, I just laid there, praying for an end to this. The Zoroark, meanwhile was attempting to figure out how to get my pants off. Literally. It tried all manner of things until, finally, it managed to rip them off. Then the panties. Oh, yay. I was just thrilled with this turn of events. The Zoroark wanted to rape me! It licked at my dick a few times an–Oh yeah. That's probably important. Can anyone say, "trans woman"? Because that's what I am. Anyways, where was I? Right. It licked at my dick a few times, just enough to get it hard, before flipping me over onto my back. It lifted my ass up. Then, I felt as its cock first pushed against my asshole, then slowly penetrated. I yelped in pain as it forced its knot through, before relaxing back down. It then pulled out. And put it back in. And out. And in. And out. And in. I began moaning as it went faster and faster. It kept going and every second, I felt closer and closer to orgasm. Finally, I let out a scream and came. The Zoroark wasn't done yet, though. It pulled out and walked around to the front of me. I was laying on the ground, ass up in the air, trying to recover from the painful """euphoria""" of an unwanted orgasm. Then, I felt my head get yanked up in the air. I found myself looking right into the genitals of a Zoroark. The erect genitals. Then it tried to force itself into my mouth. I tried resisting, but being weakened from taking an onslaught of punches, getting choked, then cumming really didn't do me any favors. That Zoroark wanted me to suck its cock, and it was serious about it. Any time I tried to pull away, I would take a sharp blow to the head. Any time I tried to make it not want me to do this, I'd take a sharp blow to the head. All in all, I'd say I took about 11 blows before realizing that there was no way out of this one. And so, I went along with it. I gave it what it wanted. Then it came in my mouth. Now, human semen I can take. It's not the most pleasant thing in the world, but I can handle it. Zoroark semen? Nope. Not in a million years. That is the most foul tasting stuff in existence, and that's including Vegemite. If I never taste Zoroark semen again, it'll be too soon. I hate it. It's bitter. And it has a bad tendency of clinging to whatever it touches. Which, in this case, meant every surface in my mouth, back of my throat and my esophagus. Yuck. Finally, it seemed, it was done with me.

Except it wasn't. Because then, as one last bit of payback, it went right back to choking me. At this point, I was done fighting back. I let it. It put me into a choke hold, and I let the darkness wash over me, finally giving me the sweet release of unconsciousness.

I awoke some time later, with something lying behind me with its arms wrapped around my waist. This was a rather confusing thing at first. I was lying there, a Zoroark spooning me. I had a film of semen covering my mouth and digestive tract, and I just woke up from unconsciousness. What happened?! Then it all came back to me. And I felt disgusted. Since it had fallen asleep, it was easy enough to slip away from it, get my pants back on, and recover my bag. Then it woke up. Now, I like to think I'm a pretty decent runner. But Zoroarks are apparently hella-fast. Even with a head start, it caught up to me no problem. Still being weak and barely being able to run didn't help. However, it seemed friendlier now. Well, as in not about to beat me, choke me, fuck me, then choke me again friendlier. It helped me walk back to the nearest town, where they were able to get me to a hospital. None of them realized that that Zoroark wasn't mine, though. Oh, well. That Zoroark now lives with me. Yay. And so, I've begun training it. Not as a Pokemon. Nope. As an MMA fighter. And, of course, it still loves fucking me. On the bright side, at least now it wears a condom.