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The sun bled orange through the treeline, casting long shadows across the playground. The swings creaked in the still air. A single plastic bottle rolled across the empty basketball court, chased by the wind. The park was emptying, mothers calling their children in, the last dog walkers heading home.
But two girls lingered on the bench near the public restrooms.
“I’m hungry, Molly.”
“I know, Sarah. The bus will come back. We just have to wait.”
Molly was ten. She had blonde hair pulled into two loose braids, a freckled nose, and eyes the color of a summer sky. She wore denim shorts and a pink hoodie zipped halfway. Her little sister Sarah, seven, sat beside her clutching a stuffed rabbit, her thumb drifting toward her mouth.
They had missed the school bus because Molly had stayed behind to help a teacher clean the classroom. Their mother thought they were on the bus. Their mother wouldn’t worry for another hour.
“I have to pee,” Sarah mumbled.
“Use the bathroom, I’ll wait here.”
“I’M SCARED.”
“Fine! I’ll come.” Molly grabbed her sister’s hand and led her toward the squat brick building. The light inside flickered. The air smelled of bleach and damp. Sarah peed quickly, and Molly helped her wash her hands.
As they stepped back out into the twilight, Molly saw it.
A figure at the edge of the woods. Tall. Humanoid. With a snout and round ears. And in its hand, a pendulum—a glowing orb on a chain, swinging slowly back and forth.
Molly froze.
The pendulum moved. Left. Right. Left. Right. A soft hum filled her ears, like a lullaby played underwater. Her vision tunneled. The world melted away until there was only the pendulum, and the light, and a voice that whispered inside her skull:
Come.
“Molly?” Sarah tugged her sleeve. “Molly, what’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” Molly’s voice sounded far away, even to herself. “Wait here. I’ll be right back.”
“But—”
“SIT HERE. Don’t move.”
Sarah sat, clutching her rabbit, watching her sister walk toward the woods as if in a dream.
The forest swallowed them. Hypno led her deeper—past tangled roots, over mossy stones, into a clearing where the moonlight spilled through a break in the canopy. The air was cool and still. The only sounds were Molly’s soft footsteps and the rhythmic swing of the pendulum.
Hypno stopped. It turned to face her.
The Pokemon stood seven feet tall. Its body was lean, covered in tan fur, with a cream-colored belly and a long, flexible snout. Its eyes glowed a faint red. Between its legs, already emerging from a hidden sheath, its cock hung monstrous—thick as a man’s forearm, dark and veined, slick with precum that glistened in the dim light.
Molly stared. Her mind was fog, but her body responded. Her knees trembled. Her cunt, untouched and innocent, grew damp.
Kneel.
She knelt.
You are my pet now. Say it.
“I am your pet,” she whispered, the words not her own.
Good pet. Turn around. Present yourself.
She obeyed, lowering her chest to the mossy ground, pushing her hips up. Her shorts were peeled down her thighs, then her panties—pale pink with a faded flower print. The night air kissed her bare ass, the tight pucker of her virgin asshole exposed and quivering.
Hypno moved behind her. The head of its cock pressed against her opening—a hot, blunt pressure that made her gasp. She was too tight. Too small. But Hypno didn’t care. It pushed.
The scream was swallowed by the rustling leaves. The tip forced its way past her sphincter, expanding the delicate tissue, a rush of sweat mixing with the monster’s precum. Molly’s hands clawed the dirt as inch after inch slid into her bowels, the stretch beyond anything her body was designed to take. Her eyes rolled back. Drool spilled from her lips.
Hypno began to thrust—slow, deep, grinding. It leaned over her, its long snout brushing her ear, its breath hot.
You are Daddy’s little hole. Daddy’s little pet. Take it. Take all of it.
“Yes, Daddy,” she sobbed, the words torn from her throat.
The pounding grew faster. Her small body rocked forward with each impact, her braids whipping. The Pokemon’s balls slapped against her thighs, heavy with cum. It reached around, its claws tracing her flat chest through the hoodie, pinching her nipples through the fabric.
You will breed for Daddy. You will carry my seed in your belly.
“Please—please—”
Please what?
“Please fill me, Daddy…”
Good pet.
With a guttural roar, Hypno drove its cock as deep as it could go, locking against her insides. The first pulse of cum was scalding hot, thick as glue, flooding her rectum in waves. She felt it swell inside her, leak around the base of its cock, drip down her thighs. It pumped and pumped until her belly bulged slightly from the sheer volume.
It pulled out with a wet sound. She collapsed, shivering, her ass a ruined mess of sweat and white cum. Her hole gaped, unable to close. The mixture dripped onto the moss.
Hypno stepped in front of her, its cock still glistening. It scooped a clawful of its own cum from her thighs and brought it to her lips.
Open.
She opened. It smeared the mixture onto her tongue, and she swallowed without being told.
You are my pet now and forever.
“Yes, Daddy.”
Hypno crouched, its pendulum swinging once more. The light flared bright. Molly’s eyes fluttered, her mind wiping clean—not completely, but enough. Enough to forget the walk. The pain. The words.
But not the command.
A new memory planted itself deep in her subconscious, like a seed in fertile soil.
Tomorrow. Bring your little sister. Same place. Same time. She will share Daddy’s seed.
Molly blinked. She was standing at the edge of the woods, the park dark now, the stars overhead.
“Molly!” Sarah ran toward her, crying. “Where did you go? I was scared!”
Molly smiled. A hollow, obedient smile. “I just looked at the moon. Come on, let’s go home. Tomorrow we must come back and play.”
She took her sister’s hand.
Beneath her shorts, cum slowly dried against her skin.