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The Daily Grind	By : Pandork Category: Pokemon > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 3680 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon and I make no money from this fanfiction!

Chapter List
- 1-The Daily Grind
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(Normal, non-anthromorphic Pokemon still exist in this world. They will not speak. That is how you can distinguish between 'morphs and normals. Also, this is my first story like this... so please be gentle. ;n; )

Mud splattered onto Rika's work boots as she ran across the rain-soaked ground. She was late for work. Again. While her employer was very lenient, she didn't want to push him too far. Pokemorphs were said to have an awful temper, and she didn't want to test that out.

She worked on a dairy farm, ran by a kindly Miltank Pokemorph and his wife, a normal human woman, and it was one of her favorite things. The atmosphere was wonderful and clean. Sure, she had to clean up after the cows and do a lot of hard work, but it kept her in clothes and with food, so she didn't complain.

After her mother died and her father moved away, Rika wasn't sure what to do. But the determined teen found a low-rent apartment not too far from the farm. She was lucky. With the fights between human and Pokemorphs becoming so frequent lately, many children were orphans. Many were forced into slavery. The little town where Rika lived was an even mix of Pokemorph and human, but it was not so, elsewhere. In other places, large cities and towns, Pokemorphs ruled and took many slaves to keep things neat and tidy.

No one was really sure where the Pokemorphs came from. Some thought that they were the spawn of humans and Pokemon, some thought that they were just mutated from being around Pokemon too much. Most just thought that they were freakish, violent, and just tried to stay away from them.

“Hey there, Rika! You're late again!” called the Miltank who was her boss. He stood at about 6 feet tall and was very jovial-looking. He had a large stomach that jiggled whenever he moved. He wore a grey jacket, dark-colored underclothes, and long black boots. Though he was pink in coloration, no one would mess with him or mistake him for being weak.

“Sorry, Mr. Tank!” responded Rika, “My alarm didn't go off this mornin'!” The Miltank known as Tank shook his head sadly.

“I understand, but this seems t' happen a lot. One more time and I'm gonna have t' dock your pay a bit,” he drawled, and at her weak protest, said, “I know you don't want that, so jus' be here on time!”

Rika frowned a bit, but saw no other way around that. She nodded and said that she would make sure she was there in time tomorrow and every day after that.

Tank snorted a bit and told Rika that her job for the day would be collecting firewood from a nearby forest. It was getting chilly lately, with winter just around the corner, and they needed fire to keep the cows and “normal” Miltank warm so they would produce milk all season long.

“Can you handle that, Rika?” questioned the Miltank, crossing his arms in front of him.

Rika wasn't a very strong girl. She was slightly underweight, actually, what with having to pay rent and buy her own food. She never had enough money for much. She was stubborn, though, or as Tank would say, “She's as stubb'rn as a Tauros and her hair's the same color, too! Mebbe she's a Tauros-morph in disguise!” Tank often said silly things like that. He was sort of a stern father-like figure to her.

“I can handle it! It's just wood, how hard can it be?” she said, putting her hands on her hips. She would soon figure out just how hard it could be.

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As Rika stepped into the woods, it seemed to instantly get darker and colder. She rubbed her hands up-and-down her arms to try and warm herself. She suddenly wished that Tank hadn't assigned her this job today.

She shook her head at her thoughts. She was getting paid for this, so she had to do it. She couldn't afford to be picky with work. Besides, she'd just get this done as quickly as she could so she could get out of the creepy forest.

So she walked along, picking up each dry branch or twig that she found, and putting them in her backpack. Maybe Tank would be so happy with her job he wouldn't dock her pay, he'd raise her pay! That would be great. Just perfect.

She began to not pay attention to where she walked, and she soon realized that she was lost. It was cold and it was eerily dark. The trees were too tall, she realized; they weren't letting in enough sunlight. Everything smelled like fungus and dirt. Rika was beginning to get nervous.

The cold, frightened teen sat on a fallen log, trying to keep warm and trying to not cry. She failed. She rubbed away the tears, only to leave dark smudges from the dirt on her hands.

“Hey ma'am, why ya cryin'? What ya doin' in this neck of the woods, eh?” A young-sounding, teasing voice broke her from her worries. She looked up to see a Houndour Pokemorph. He couldn't have been any older than 11 or 12. He was covered in black-and-red fur and a white bone-like structure jutting from his head.

“Cat got ya tongue?” he laughed when she didn't answer. She cleared her through and dusted her hands off.

“Sorry... I'm lost,” she explained. “My boss sent me out here to get some wood and now I can't find the way out...”

The Houndour grinned as if she had said something hilarious. “Wood, eh? I know where ya can find lots of wood!” He grabbed her hand and pulled her up off the log, laughing at something she didn't know about.

“Thanks, but I've already got a lot of wood,” she said, starting to pull off her bag to show him. He laughed and said, “Trust me, babe, ya need some more. Just trust me.”

So Rika followed him deeper into the woods.

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“Here we are, ma'am!” said the Houndour boy, cheerfully spreading his arms to show off the surrounding clearing. Rika had to admit, it seemed very nice. The trees were slightly shorter here, so there was a little bit of sun shining through.

“It's very nice here! But you said there was a lot of wood here, and I don't see any,” pondered the confused teen, chewing on her lip. She had a bad feeling in the pit of her stomach.

“Oh, yer just not lookin' in the right places, babe...” said the Houndour, his grin never leaving his face. “Hey Bro, I brought ya somethin'.”

Rika gasped as a large, well-muscled Houndoom Pokemorph stepped out of the trees. He seemed to be about her age, towered over her at almost 6 feet tall; she knew there was no way she could fight him off. Two curling horns protruded from the black fur on his head, and a pointed tail wagged lazily behind him.

“Good boy,” said the Houndoom, grinning and patting the Houndour on his head. “Now go play. Your brother has something to do now...”

He waited for his brother to leave before he turned to talk to Rika again. She was visibly terrified, looking around for any means of escape. She saw none.

“Hello there, darling,” greeted the Houndoom, grabbing Rika's chin and tilting it to his face, poking her slightly with sharp claws. “Are you nervous? Don't be,” he said when Rika nodded. “I'm gonna have some fun with you, babe.”

“What... what do you mean?” whispered the horrified teen, already knowing the answer inside of herself. “Your brother said I could get some wood here. My boss needs it, he sent me here to get it.”

The Houndoom just grinned. “I'm gonna fuck you like the bitch you are, babe. Unless you'd rather I kill and eat you... I'm not picky, food's scarce in these parts. Your choice.” Rika began to cry again. “And the wood, babe? It's riiiiight here. And lots of it,” he said in a sing-song voice as his cock was unsheathed.

It was large and pink and it made Rika uncomfortable. At about 8 inches, it looked a lot like a human penis, but it seemed more slick and it had a small bulge at the base. Rika assumed it was a bizarre mash up of human and canine dicks.

“Ready or not, here I come,” said the Houndoom, laughing as he pushed her down into the dirt. She cried out as she hit the ground, much the the Houndoom's amusement. “Sure, babe, scream as loud as you want. That'll just make my cock harder.”

He pulled her boots off, followed by her pants and undergarments, which he quickly tossed aside. “Please... don't do this,” cried the teen, trying to cover her body with her hands.

“Oh, I'm doing it, babe. And there's nothing you can do to stop me,” growled the larger humanoid as he pushed her back into the dirt so that she was facing him. “I wanna see your face as I fuck you,” he explained.

He kneeled on the ground nearby her, spreading her legs apart as he sniffed at her vagina. “You're not a virgin, I see,” he laughed and Rika turned red. Every now and then, she had to sleep with someone for money so she could eat. She wasn't proud of it and it made her feel disgusting, but she had to do it to survive. The Houndoom ventured closer to her slit, licking it a little, teasing her.

Her back arched involuntarily. She said between clenched teeth, “If you're gonna do it, do it already.”

The Houndoom grinned and laughed a little. “Feisty! I like it!”

He moved closer to the teen, on top of her, and then positioned his hard shaft at her entrance. He moaned slightly as he slid into her; she clenched her teeth harder. She felt disgusting and didn't want to give him the satisfaction of her being loud. She didn't dare call for help; no one went in these woods, and the Houndoom would probably kill and eat her.

He moved his cock in and out of her, the friction of his member against her unshaved pussy burning slightly. She hissed slightly at the pain and he mistook it for pleasure. “Ah, I knew you'd like it once we got started. Who knows, maybe we can be fuck buddies, hm?”

Rika growled, “Not even a chance.” The Houndoom shrugged and kept fucking her. He wanted to get her to moan. To cry out. He liked having a noisy partner. He wanted her to like it and hate herself for liking it.

“How about this?” said the Houndoom in between pants, pulling his dick out of her and then plunging it back into her, hard. He couldn't stifle a moan; Rika could barely stop herself from crying out.

“Damn it, bitch. Make some noise,” growled her assailant, finally growing angry with her. When Rika showed no sign of complying, he slapped her in the face. Rika cried out; it stung.

“That's more like it... now, tell me that you like me fucking you, bitch,” he growled, his claws around her throat, just tight enough so that she knew they were there.

“I... I like it when you fuck me,” Rika groaned out.

The Houndoom was pumping in and out of her faster and harder. He was panting and seemed to be close to finishing. Rika couldn't help herself. She moaned, which caused the Houndoom to lose it. He came inside of her, his seed uncomfortably hot inside of her. He laid there for a moment more, panting. Then he pulled himself off of her and pushed her back down when she tried to get up.

“You still say no to my offer of being fuck buddies, huh?” he asked, wiping his dick off on his hand.

“Of course,” Rika spat at him, disgusted.

“Your loss, bitch,” he growled. As a parting gift, he hit the dazed teen across the face, leaving deep scratches. He hit hard; Rika passed out.
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