After a long day in the sweltering heat, working in a cramped office building, and surrounded by people I frankly don't like, it's nice to finally be done with work for the night. As I had to stay later than usual, the streets of Celadon are empty, too.
When the air is this humid and hot, it gets a bit hard to concentrate; I can barely even keep myself awake as I walk myself down to the street corner. There's only one bus operating at this hour; it's a long route, but it's better than having to walk all the way back home.
After a couple of minutes of waiting, a bus pulls up to the stop and I'm let on. Like usual, the bus is totally empty; there's no one but me and the driver ever riding at this time of night. The moment I step on and pay my fare, the driver starts the bus and heads off; he's probably tired and wants to get home, too—I can't say I blame him.
As I walk to the back of the bus, I notice that there's another passenger on the bus—a Ninetales, sprawled across the back seats where I normally like to sit. Her tails are draped over the edge of the seat, her eyes are closed, and her ears are twitching slightly. She looks to be fast asleep, but I can't imagine how anything—even a Pokemon—can sleep so soundly in this kind of heat.
An irritated scowl forms across her muzzle as she suddenly snaps her eyes open, and then immediately glares right ahead at me. She seems pretty grumpy, but I'm not about to let some fox steal my seat; I bet she didn't even have to pay to ride tonight! Ignoring the fox's angry glare, I walk down the aisle and sit down beside her, before being startled by an angry yelp.
I jolt up from my seat after I realize what I've done—in my exhausted stupor, I must have accidentally sat on one of her tails! She's furious—understandably so. I should just apologize, to make things right, even if she was rude to me first. "Sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you!" I stammer; I don't even know if she understands me.
She stares into my eyes, and her deep red gaze pierces my mind. I can hear something in my head, next; it's a voice, and it sounds feminine but deep at the same time. "Filthy human," the voice sounds echoes in my mind. "How dare you disrespect me like that! Where are your manners?"
I know I'm a bit delirious, but the way that the Ninetales is staring at me makes me think she's speaking directly to me telepathically, somehow. "I'm sorry! I didn't see you there," I whisper; I don't really want the bus driver to hear this commotion.
My words do little to quell her anger. The more I try to make things right, the madder she gets. She sits right up on her haunches, her fluffy tails standing up straight behind her as they sway rhythmically. "You... you filthy human! Do you really think a simple sorry can cover for such a heinous act?" Every word feels like a needle in my brain. "Your children, your children's children, and their children too! Your bloodline deserves to be cursed for an eternity for these thoughtless actions!"
I don't even know what to say; I'm pushing my luck here already, but I retort, "I don't have any kids, and I don't plan on having any either. Sounds like your curse isn't going to go very far." I give her a slight chuckle, hoping to lighten the mood, but it doesn't work. It only makes things worse—of course.
She starts crawling over to me, her tails are still raised high and it looks like she's going to attack me or something. I back myself up against the wall of the bus as she approaches, but it doesn't do anything to slow her approach, either. "Oh? I guess I'll have to fix that then!" she snarls, her words bouncing around in my mind. Her claws are digging into the upholstery as she towers above my cowering form; I'm too terrified to move—what is she going to do to me?
"W-what do you mean?" I whimper once again, trying to make sense of the vague hints she's giving me. "Fix what? What are you fixing?"
The Ninetales leans forward; her eyes are like pools of burning fire as her voice reverberates in my head once more. "I will fix your lineage, so that it will never be sullied by human blood again." Her eyes are boring into mine as she continues, "I will give you children of your very own—children who will carry the name of their mother, and the curse of their father!"
She places her paws on my thighs; I can feel her claws through my pants, and it feels like my heart is going to burst into flames at any moment. "T-that's not possible!" I protest, "You're a Pokemon, not a human!" I'm starting to regret ever messing with this fox.
She smiles a sinister smile—like a predator to its prey—and I can just tell that she's poking around in my mind, tickling my neurons as she does so. I can feel something messing around in my head; it's like someone is rearranging my thoughts. "Your mind is such a mess, human. Why don't we clean it with a curse?" She laughs as her eyes glow deeper than they have before. "For your actions, you will never be able to sire human children again—nor will you want to!"
My eyes roll into the back of my head as I feel my mind being bombarded by a barrage of new images and memories; it's like someone is trying to cram all of them them into my skull at once. "I-I can't take this!" I cry as my head throbs with new feelings and sensations.
"You'll take what I give," she whispers directly into my thoughts, her voice dripping with malice. "I have something I want to take, too—your vile seed. I'll take it, and then I'll give birth to children of two worlds—of human and Pokemon!"
The bus is completely silent aside from the hissing of the air conditioning. In this heat, my shirt is drenched, and my pants are sticking to my legs while her breath fogs up the window behind me—I can't even see out of it anymore, nor can anyone see in. "Why are you resisting me?" I hear her hiss in my mind. "You can't escape the fate that I've chosen for you!"
She climbs even further up my body; her paws are on my chest now, and she's pinning me against the wall like a bug. I can smell her hot, foxy musk lingering in my nostrils, it smells like sulfur and burnt fur. "Never again will you be able to cum—not even in your dreams—unless I let you!" She moves her paws down; I can feel her claws starting to dig into the leather of my belt as she tries to undress me, but I'm too scared to look down to confirm it. "Now, don't fight it." Her voice is starting to feel like sandpaper against my brain. "You deserve this, it's your fault anyways!" With that, I feel my buckle break off, and my pants start to sag down my legs.
As if things couldn't possibly get any worse, the bus comes to an abrupt stop and I'm thrown to the dusty, dirty floor. The Ninetales follows, hopping down and landing on top of me; her paws press into my chest and her silken fur brushes against my legs as she sits on me. Her tails are swaying behind her, too, mesmerizing me as she leans forward. "Now," her raspy voice rings out again. "I'm going to make you cum like a beast, do you understand?" Before I can even deny her advances, she forces her snout down my boxers, sliding them down my legs.
I can't tell if it's sweat or excitement, but her vulpine pussy is already dripping like a leaky pipe. "If a single drop of your semen misses my womb," she growls, "I will punish you in ways that you could never imagine." Every word I hear is makes my stomach churn further in fear.
My body is trembling in fear as she