Pokémon :: Primal Hubris
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grapegardenBack from watching Shawshank Redemption! Here's the final fanfic of the night, 'cause I saved the best for last. X3 Writing hatesex is fun, nom. This is written before Explorers of Sky came out, so if there's any events I don't know about, we'll just say this is Time/Darkness only. ;D
Title: Primal Hubris
Author: Puri
Fandom: Pokémon
Genre: Dark/Erotica
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Hatesex/noncon. Like whoa.
Ships/Characters: Dusknoir/Grovyle
Finished: Yes
It was like his birthday had come. Grovyle was tied up and brought before Dusknoir, which pleased the phantom Pokemon with more feelings than he could muster. He congratulated the Sableye for bringing him in and bid them off. The thief was shackled at the wrists and ankles, and his mouth was forced shut by the cloth around his snout. To Dusknoir, it was the remnants of wrapping paper of a present. A present that he sought and despised.
Undoing the gag with a jerk, Dusknoir's single red eye glowered over the moaning reptile. Grovyle cringed but shot back a defiant glance with his own dark eyes, refusing to cave to the humiliation that he knew Dusknoir wanted.
"Have you yet learned your lesson, Grovyle? Cease this foolishness with the Time Gears and embrace this world. It is what's best for everyone in this time and space. Primal Dialga would agree."
"Primal Dialga is not in his right mind." Grovyle countered, trying to rise on his knees. "Has it occurred to you that without the Time Gears, Dialga and time itself is unstable?"
"Then it will occur to you that if you found the Time Gears, you and I and everything in this world will cease to exist. Why throw away your life if it means throwing away ours?"
"Don't you get it? I'd rather die than stay in your world! Celebi said the same thing! Have you looked at the other Pokemon and the way they are living? They're empty husks who are already dead thanks to the world's paralysis! You think they want to stay here? To have nothing to live for but to be bullied by your Sableye?"
"Enough, Grovyle. I shall handle this. I'll make you regret what you've done."
Grovyle staggered. Dusknoir lunged for him with his giant hands, clutching the thief's shoulders and slamming him against the wall.
"Yell as loud as you like. In fact, I prefer it." Dusknoir growled, nonchalant to the squirming thief. "But remember there is no one to help you. I won't kill you... not yet. But I do have a fate for you worse than death."
Grovyle grimaced, feeling the ghost's fingers curl around his neck. Worse still, the phantom Pokemon brought himself closer than he would have liked, and he shuddered as a cold breath sighed over his scales. Grovyle writhed away, only to cry out when sharp teeth latched onto his neck. The grass Pokemon's claws clenched into fists, again trying to wriggle their way out of their binds, but to no avail.
There was a horrible seed in the pit of his stomach. He knew Dusknoir had the "belly of the monster" so to speak, as there literally was a face and a second mouth. A strangled breath hissed from Grovyle, who clenched his teeth and stole oxygen through his nostrils. Dusknoir, he... he was up here. But his stomach was level with his hips and...!
"Ugh--! You're... sick!"
"But you enjoy it, do you? It does feel good..."
"Stop it." Another bite. From than on, Grovyle was forced to comply. Knowing Dusknoir had teeth was bad enough, but he wasn't about to be chewed by the belly of the monster. He let the oblivion unfold around him, moving only if Dusknoir demanded. He cringed from the wet sounds made and the pleased rumble of the phantom Pokemon's throat, but in this state of mind, it wasn't the worst thing his most hated nemesis could do.
Dusknoir floated back, giving him space between himself and his prisoner. It pleased him to know what a wreck he was, but then again, he could still sense the fire in him...
"Dusknoir... you wanted it, didn't you? You really liked it. All this time... you wanted to do this to me."
The two Pokemon glared with disgust. They were beside themselves with anger, but even if he was tied up, Grovyle wasn't being anyone's slave. If Dusknoir was impulsive, he would've killed that reptile from the start. Instead he contemplated what to do, to figure out what would break his prisoner without breaking himself.
"Hmm. It appears you are still defiant. Very well. Let this be your last warning!"
Grovyle sneered, a "go-ahead" coming from him. He squirmed from the weight of Dusknoir again, finding room to bite the specter's shoulder as hard as he could sink. Dusknoir fought the thief's restraints and wiggled his way closer, his red eye blazing with lust.
Grovyle screamed. He was not expecting such pain to come searing through him, for Dusknoir to tear apart his body from the inside. Burning shadows wiggled in his loins, scalding him to the point of his eyes watering. As Dusknoir thrashed inside him, Grovyle bit his shoulder again, making sure to dish as much as the phantom Pokemon was making him suffer.
The room echoed with the sounds of their hollering, nemesis and nemesis transformed primal in a paralyzed world. Fueled with hatred for Grovyle, Dusknoir gone mad, excited from the thief's suffering and the ecstasy of dominance. Grovyle took advantage of the ghost Pokemon's hubris, riding his thrusts with a wild intensity and the idea of turning Dusknoir's intended pleasure into his own. The thief tossed his head, leaf flying as he became aware of the light that seized his consciousness.
Dusknoir grumbled, his own peaceful climax having come to an end. For a moment, neither of them said a word. But they knew they'd be back. If they had to be disgusted with one another, at least they could agree there was a happiness that could be shared.
Title: Primal Hubris
Author: Puri
Fandom: Pokémon
Genre: Dark/Erotica
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Hatesex/noncon. Like whoa.
Ships/Characters: Dusknoir/Grovyle
Finished: Yes
It was like his birthday had come. Grovyle was tied up and brought before Dusknoir, which pleased the phantom Pokemon with more feelings than he could muster. He congratulated the Sableye for bringing him in and bid them off. The thief was shackled at the wrists and ankles, and his mouth was forced shut by the cloth around his snout. To Dusknoir, it was the remnants of wrapping paper of a present. A present that he sought and despised.
Undoing the gag with a jerk, Dusknoir's single red eye glowered over the moaning reptile. Grovyle cringed but shot back a defiant glance with his own dark eyes, refusing to cave to the humiliation that he knew Dusknoir wanted.
"Have you yet learned your lesson, Grovyle? Cease this foolishness with the Time Gears and embrace this world. It is what's best for everyone in this time and space. Primal Dialga would agree."
"Primal Dialga is not in his right mind." Grovyle countered, trying to rise on his knees. "Has it occurred to you that without the Time Gears, Dialga and time itself is unstable?"
"Then it will occur to you that if you found the Time Gears, you and I and everything in this world will cease to exist. Why throw away your life if it means throwing away ours?"
"Don't you get it? I'd rather die than stay in your world! Celebi said the same thing! Have you looked at the other Pokemon and the way they are living? They're empty husks who are already dead thanks to the world's paralysis! You think they want to stay here? To have nothing to live for but to be bullied by your Sableye?"
"Enough, Grovyle. I shall handle this. I'll make you regret what you've done."
Grovyle staggered. Dusknoir lunged for him with his giant hands, clutching the thief's shoulders and slamming him against the wall.
"Yell as loud as you like. In fact, I prefer it." Dusknoir growled, nonchalant to the squirming thief. "But remember there is no one to help you. I won't kill you... not yet. But I do have a fate for you worse than death."
Grovyle grimaced, feeling the ghost's fingers curl around his neck. Worse still, the phantom Pokemon brought himself closer than he would have liked, and he shuddered as a cold breath sighed over his scales. Grovyle writhed away, only to cry out when sharp teeth latched onto his neck. The grass Pokemon's claws clenched into fists, again trying to wriggle their way out of their binds, but to no avail.
There was a horrible seed in the pit of his stomach. He knew Dusknoir had the "belly of the monster" so to speak, as there literally was a face and a second mouth. A strangled breath hissed from Grovyle, who clenched his teeth and stole oxygen through his nostrils. Dusknoir, he... he was up here. But his stomach was level with his hips and...!
"Ugh--! You're... sick!"
"But you enjoy it, do you? It does feel good..."
"Stop it." Another bite. From than on, Grovyle was forced to comply. Knowing Dusknoir had teeth was bad enough, but he wasn't about to be chewed by the belly of the monster. He let the oblivion unfold around him, moving only if Dusknoir demanded. He cringed from the wet sounds made and the pleased rumble of the phantom Pokemon's throat, but in this state of mind, it wasn't the worst thing his most hated nemesis could do.
Dusknoir floated back, giving him space between himself and his prisoner. It pleased him to know what a wreck he was, but then again, he could still sense the fire in him...
"Dusknoir... you wanted it, didn't you? You really liked it. All this time... you wanted to do this to me."
The two Pokemon glared with disgust. They were beside themselves with anger, but even if he was tied up, Grovyle wasn't being anyone's slave. If Dusknoir was impulsive, he would've killed that reptile from the start. Instead he contemplated what to do, to figure out what would break his prisoner without breaking himself.
"Hmm. It appears you are still defiant. Very well. Let this be your last warning!"
Grovyle sneered, a "go-ahead" coming from him. He squirmed from the weight of Dusknoir again, finding room to bite the specter's shoulder as hard as he could sink. Dusknoir fought the thief's restraints and wiggled his way closer, his red eye blazing with lust.
Grovyle screamed. He was not expecting such pain to come searing through him, for Dusknoir to tear apart his body from the inside. Burning shadows wiggled in his loins, scalding him to the point of his eyes watering. As Dusknoir thrashed inside him, Grovyle bit his shoulder again, making sure to dish as much as the phantom Pokemon was making him suffer.
The room echoed with the sounds of their hollering, nemesis and nemesis transformed primal in a paralyzed world. Fueled with hatred for Grovyle, Dusknoir gone mad, excited from the thief's suffering and the ecstasy of dominance. Grovyle took advantage of the ghost Pokemon's hubris, riding his thrusts with a wild intensity and the idea of turning Dusknoir's intended pleasure into his own. The thief tossed his head, leaf flying as he became aware of the light that seized his consciousness.
Dusknoir grumbled, his own peaceful climax having come to an end. For a moment, neither of them said a word. But they knew they'd be back. If they had to be disgusted with one another, at least they could agree there was a happiness that could be shared.
