Resak was a quivering mess after the third day of the curse. Wailing spectres howled at him ceaselessly, and strange, ghostly apparitions danced continually at the edge of his vision, only to vanish when he tried to fix his gaze upon them. It had been that pokemon! Out in the ice wastes, he had seen a living nightmare, a guardian spirit so powerful that even a glimpse of its form had left him with this lingering curse. "I must go back to the wastes," he said, telling Fusa, his sister. "Only by beseeching the spirit and apologizing for my trespass can I hope to have this curse lifted." "You're a fool," Fusa said. "You'd trespass again to demand forgiveness?" Resak shook his head, unheeding. She hadn't heard the howls of the damned. He couldn't go on like this. And so, alone, unencumbered, he headed back out to the ice wastes, trusting the spirit to provide either forgiveness or a merciful death. He had been a strong man, one in his prime: brawny, solidly muscled, brave and courageous. After three days of the curse, it was like all melted away: he doddered, stumbling, sweat trickling down his spine even as the temperature dropped and dropped, until he was shambling across the barren ice wastes, animated just as much by the wailing spectres haunting him as his own volition. His feet dragged over the snow-dusted ice, and his toe stubbed against a whorl of ice. He toppled forward, arms crossed across his face as he fell, and-- the ice cracked with a sound like rolling thunder, sending out sharp pops and pings as he tumbled and rolled, until with an echoing crash the ice sheet shattered around him, sending him plummeting into darkness. --- Resak awoke to heat. Moisture dripped off his skin, and he opened his eyes to see a rainbow prism: dim sunlight refracting through ice like a rainbow, casting the underground chamber he'd fallen into in a kaleidoscope of color. There was a pool of steaming water in the center, which Resak had nearly rolled into while unconscious. The hot vapor from the spring had slowly etched away this smooth-edged cave in the rock, digging out a maze of squirming tunnels in the ice above. And-- he only caught a glimpse of it before he squeezed his eyes shut and rolled himself over to prostrate himself. That beast. The pokemon he'd seen. It was reclining on the other side of the pool, hind paws in the water, appearing to pay no heed to the crumpled heap Resak made. It was enormous: taller than a man even hunched over, and its whole body was covered in ghastly white fur, save for where it was marred red-pink at the tips, like it had dyed itself with watered down blood. It had an enormous mane, spilling down its shoulders in thick tendrils. Its fur writhed, animated by the torrent of spiritual energy that constantly surged around it, and with a single glimpse at its burning-ember eyes Resak had been cursed. The Zoroark, the baneful fox. "Please! Grand pokemon! Forgive my trespass!" Resak said, keeping his face planted against the icy floor. There was movement, and a low growl, and Resak clenched his muscles so hard he started trembling, breath puffing out hot against his face. The pokemon's footsteps approached, claws softly scraping against the ice, and then -- a contact, pressure, across his back, that resolved into a clawed paw feeling up his back, across his neck, to his hooded face. The pokemon peeled back his hood, baring Resak's shaggy hair. The claw tensed, coiling in his hair, and it yanked him up, pulling his face from the ground. Its face was an inch away from his own: red eyes burning into him, animal muzzle pulled open in a snarl. Resak whimpered, flinching back, and the spectral shrieks grew into a crescendo, an earth-shaking roar that knocked all thought from his mind in a wave of pain, and then-- nothing. The zoroark let him go, and Resak dropped to the ground in a boneless heap, gasping for breath. The spectral shrieking was gone. "Grand pokemon," Resak mumbled, swaying. "Thank you for your blessing," he managed, and then he was out. It had been three days since he had last slept. --- When Resak woke again, he was sweltering. The humidity of the underground spring had covered him in a thick layer of dew, soaking into his heavy winter clothes, and he was anchored to the ground by the weight of them. He dragged himself upright, blinking at the dim light: even in the middle of the night, the spring waters glowed a calm blue, casting rippling reflections across the ice dome above. The pokemon was nowhere to be seen. Resak peeled himself out of his clothes, skin sticking to the heavy fabric, emerging sweat-soaked and dripping. The exertion had him breathing hard, life pumping through his body for the first time in what felt like ages. He stripped, the reflex on waking to simply get himself out of the cloying embrace of his sodden clothes, and once he was naked and looked around the chamber, laying his clothes out on the bare rock to attempt to dry them, and then -- the spring must be some sacred place, for great spirits to collect. But the pokemon had left him here, unmolested. Still half-asleep, Resak had slumped into the shoulder-deep pool before fully contemplating if it was blasphemy. He groaned as the hot water washed away his sweat and soaked into his bones, banishing the last aching vestiges of the curse. He dunked himself underwater, carding his fingers through his thick hair, feeling the spring's water soak him fully. He couldn't say how long he sat there, half-floating in the hot brine, but he blinked to wakefulness at a snarl. The pokemon was back. Resak averted his eyes. It ignored him, walking past him as if he wasn't there, to focus on his sweat-soaked clothes. It snarled down at them, and then with the tearing sound of rent fabric it shredded them apart: forepaw clutching tight as he raked its hind paws across it, shredding the thick winter wear into ragged ribbons. "Grand pokemon--" Resak said, voice rough, and even with his eyes averted he could _feel_ its gaze swing over to him. He shut up. The zoroark came close, looming over him, and then-- it slipped into the spring beside him with a muted splash. Its muzzle pressed against the side of his face, inhaling deeply, and it let out a contented rumble, almost a purr, as it relaxed next to him. Resak froze in place, tense, as the zoroark settled in, sending the water lapping at his sides before it stilled again. Resak shuffled to the side, away, and the pokemon let him move. Eventually, he was far enough away to hazard a glimpse, keeping his eyes low, away from its burning gaze. The pokemon was seated like a man, sprawled out on the rock seat: legs spread wide, upper body resting on its elbows, head tipped up towards the ceiling, like it was a rude patron at the baths in the village. The image was so abrupt that Resak couldn't contain an amused snort, and almost lazily the pokemon's head lolled to the side, burning eyes sliding into view. Resak squeezed his eyes shut immediately, and there was no chorus of wails, only -- the soft slosh of water as the pokemon moved. There was another touch across his side, claws over his bare skin, and Resak let out a shaky exhale, trying to keep his head turned away from where the pokemon surely loomed over him. Another touch: its knee against his own, a claw against his other thigh. The warmth of the bath, the return of vitality to him, had provoked certain... responses from his body. His cock jutted up from his crotch, hard and smooth. Just a physical reaction to the heat, nothing he had been planning on doing anything with. Irrelevant, except -- the pokemon's paw curled around his shaft and gave it a soft squeeze, and the contact made Rezak gasp, jerking back, shaft sliding through the loose grip. His eyes snapped open in surprise, taking in the looming figure of the pokemon before him: white-pink fur sodden and dripping, danging in thick hanks as it leaned over him. Its burning gaze was focused on his own cock, and for the first time Rezak noticed its matching shape: the pokemon had a heavy sheath between his thighs, with a fuzzy, low-hanging sac hanging beneath. The pokemon's grip shifted, tugging on his shaft, as it watched his foreskin slide back and forth over his cockhead. From the pokemon's sheath, a prong of raw red cock peeked out. Some viscous, heavy fluid burbled out with it, so heavy it drooled down the lip of his sheath even underwater, forming a heavy, oil-and-water glob that sunk down deeper, impacting Resak's submerged thigh with a blossom of heat. The pokemon surely didn't-- but the pokemon grabbed Resak's hand in its other paw, almost impatiently lifting it up to press it around his own sheath. Resak stared, propriety lost as he cautiously squeezed the beast's sheath, reflexively jerking back at the low, snarling groan it made in response. The knifetip point of its sharp cock pulsed, muscle flexing under Resak's hand, and another sliver of its shaft slipped out from its sheath, sheened and slimy, drooling dense, oily globs of sheathfluid down across Resak's hand as he tentatively squeezed and tugged at its sheath, mirroring its motions. Resak groaned softly, breath picking up, hips rolling fractionally as the knot of terror and awe in his stomach started to unwind. The pokemon, the beast, the grand spirit, crooned above him, cock unsheathing in fits and starts until it crested up above the water with a splash, immediately flooding the spring with the hot, rank scent of sex: musky and heady, the scent of it went straight to Resak's dick, making him groan and arch up, humping through the beast's grip as he shakily fucked its fist. The zoroark let out a yowl, breath gusting across Resak's face, and he leaned in: eyes burning, fanged mouth lolling open, to lick a slobbery stripe across his face, ending with his tongue shoving between Resak's parted lips. His maw opened, lips smearing across Resak's jaw, over his nose, and it messily kissed him. Drool spilled all down his face, dripping into the spring in drops, and Resak choked and gagged as the tongue shoved down his throat, long and writhing. It coiled inside him, straining the walls of his throat, and he let out a watery gurgle, froth burbling up from his lips, bubbling from his nose, as he gagged around the huge, drooling muscle. The zoroark pulled back, letting Resak pull in a deep breath. The pokemon straightened, fractionally: head pressing over his head, pressing his face against the long swath of dripping fur down its chest. Its cock surfaced with a watery eruption, some thinner oil smearing across the surface of the spring while the heavier slime continued to spill down across Resak's seated body. It rutted forward, slopping its slimy cock all across his front, and Resak had to reach with both hands to envelop even half its length. The zoroark crooned, fucking his hands as it gushed slimy preseed in slimy bursts across his chest, and with its paws it shoved his face down, mashing it across its shaft, drenching his face in slime. Resak knew what the pokemon wanted. He opened wide, tongue lolling from his mouth, and moved down, letting the pokemon's thrusts sheath its cocktip in his mouth. The flavor was intense, rank and heavy, and the taste burnt through him, making his cock throb between his thighs, untended with both the zoroark's paws tangled in his hair. The pokemon's cocktip skidded across the roof of his mouth, stabbing into his drool-lubed throat, and it was with a snarl that it started thrusting, using his throat as it started to breed him like an animal. The beast spent its first load in his throat, cackling as Resak gagged and spat out half its load, clouding the spring water. Eyes crossed, half its slick, smooth length sunk down his throat, Resak could see its knot swell and then deflate, unable to latch onto anything. The pokemon wanted to hilt him. It hauled him out, flipping him over to lap across his ass, tongue stabbing inside him, and then, face pressed to the floor, knees still resting on the submerged shelf, the zoroark shoved inside him again, lubing his passageway with gush after gush of oily pre. Its heavy balls swaying back and forth between his thighs, low-hanging enough they swung through the water. Drops of water-thinned slime dappled his inner thighs, splashing up across his belly as the pokemon worked him open, hips jerking forward in a frenzy of mating, until its bloated sheath mashed against his ass. Resak lay there, panting for breath, both arms bracing himself against the rock shelf as he took each brutal thrust. His cock leaked steadily, drizzling pre into the cloudy, befouled spring water. The zoroark crooned, yapping happily as it drove forward again, again, again, each time knocking Resak forward, pinning him under its weight, until with a final burning drive it hilted within him and froze, growling across his neck as, inside him, its cock erupted with a lancing spray of its heavy issue. The beast's seed drooled out of him around his reamed-open hole, pouring into the now-murky spring in heavy dollops of pure-white issue. Its knot throbbed in time with each pulse, swelling fatter and fatter until it sealed him tight, keeping the next spray of issue inside him. And the next, and the next, as its heat sloshed higher inside him, becoming a heavy, solid pressure in his guts as the zoroark bred him fully. "Grand pokemon," he whined, voice tight from the pokemon's paw mashing his face to the ground. "Thank you-- thank you for your gift," he babbled, rolling his hips back, feeling the immense knot knock around inside him. Each time it rolled over something inside him, some hard swell, his cock lurched, drizzling out a heavy drool of his own load. He panted, whining open-mouthed, as the zoroark bred him through its long orgasm.