Warning: Contains vore. Don't like it, don't read.
It had been like this for a while now.
Just one last protector, staying strong against the waves upon waves of Honchkrow's forces.
A rocky valley at the foot of a mountain, while once teeming with life, had gone silent, as it had been for months. Anyone who hadn't left had been captured, save for one last inhabitant of this place; a Lucario who had made sure that the place itself hadn't been taken over.
The region was called Cyrican; as of yet, humans had not arrived here. And even if they did find this place, there would be no room for them here; Honchkrow was a lunatic. Anything the slightest bit out of place would be forced into submission by his legions.
On some far-away region, Honchkrow had a trainer. But he was forcibly taken from her by an organization known as Team Plasma. He had been released later, and try as he might to find his trainer, he couldn't. It was as if she had disappeared entirely. And that broke him; in spirit and in mind.
Then he came here; a place with no trainers, no human influence whatsoever. With his plans, it would prove easy to conquer. If he couldn't have what was dear to him, neither could anyone here. He proved to be a rather charismatic speaker, and he won the allegiance of several Dark-types, hungering for battle. And he gave them many; forming an army and taking over Cyrican, one piece at a time.
With the promise of territory, reputation, and power, his followers obeyed him without question.
But there was the issue of that mountain pass; that one obstacle that his ground-based forces were unable to get by. All because of that Lucario.
It was clear that Honchkrow wasn't the only crazy one here; the Lucario demonstrated a taste for other Pokemon, sometimes eating whoever was left behind. And that terrified just about all of Honchkrow's forces. But they all came back if they hadn't been struck down, determined to remove him from their path once and for all.
Not that he had much of a choice; he couldn't leave his post, and fallen enemies were the only form of sustenance he could get.
Honchkrow didn't know how the resistance was holding so strong, but he was, somehow. One against hundreds each time, and each time, Lucario won.
But it was clear he was getting weaker with each wave. The time would come when the one would fall to the hundreds.
Blue light flared up as an aura sphere collided with a Houndour, sending it through the air for a few feet. It had fainted even before it touched the ground.
Lucario breathed heavily as he strode past it, ignoring it for now. He'd been fighting for hours now without a break. But there was hardly anyone left though; he could finish this soon if he didn't collapse first.
Scrafties. He hated Scrafties; they could turn the tables on him easily if he wasn't careful.
He focused; his paws flaring with aura. He braced himself as they came near, and at the last possible moment, he lashed out, striking them both in the middle of their faces with remarkable speed. A block or counter wouldn't have been possible.
They both staggered backwards and collapsed, dazed.
Lucario allowed himself a few moments to recuperate, taking deep breaths and stretching. Upon feeling a strange chill in the air, he immediately got his guard back up. Someone was still watching him.
He looked at the ground to his left; that unconscious Sneasel hadn't been there before. In fact, he hadn't seen any Sneasels in this entire battle. He leaped back as he saw it move, but he wasn't quick enough.
A burst of shadow came over him, inflicting temporary blindness. Before it all went dark, he caught a glimpse of a huge red mane. A Zoroark.
He had dealt with them before, but the fact that he had been taken by surprise only went to show that it had been a little too long. The blindness wasn't a disadvantage at all though; he still had his ability to sense aura, so the Zoroark's tactic proved ineffective.
Several claw slashes came at Lucario as blurs; the Zoroark was fast and relentless, but Lucario was able dodge each swipe by a hair. After analyzing the rythm of the attacks, he responded; blocking the slashing claws with his palms and paired aura bursts, causing the foxlike creature's arms to go out wide.
Lucario drew his right paw back, and then shot it out again in a backhand slap, intending to drive the spike into the side of the Zoroark's head, but it was fast too, and dodged it easily.
While the Zoroark was off-balance, it was Lucario's turn to play offense. He unleashed a barrage of aura-cloaked punches,the first few of which the Zoroark managed to evade. It was not so lucky when faced with all that followed.
Numbness exploded across its body, and limp and stunned, it fell to the ground.
A Scrafty had managed to recover from its stupor, getting up and stumbling towards the Lucario, launching a punch that could shatter a boulder. Lucario turned in the nick of time, escaping the blow by only a few inches, and responded with an uppercut, knocking the Scrafty down again.
The Lucario checked around, making sure there were no supposedly-unconscious Pokemon lying around that weren't originally there. As soon as it confirmed this, it slumped against a nearby boulder to rest.
Three simultaneous roars filled the air. Lucario groaned; no time to rest.
Honchkrow's forces had spent months raising a rather violent Deino, and this was the fruit of their labor; a fully-matured Hydreigon.
The sun had passed its zenith by now; the battle had begun shortly before the sun's rise. Still, Lucario couldn't quit here, no matter how tired he was. There was just one last enemy to overcome, and that would be it.
The Hydreigon floated into view, the mouths of its three heads glowing as it prepared attacks. Lucario's paws flared blue again, and he dashed at the oncoming dragon Pokemon.
It reeled off a Hyper Beam at him, causing no small amount of devastation to the land, but Lucario leaped to the side, out of its way. But there was no break in its attacks; it quickly reeled off another.
Lucario was astounded; he had never seen such energy. Everything else exhausted after use of a Hyper Beam, but this Hydreigon was quick to fire another.
And another after that. And another after that. And another after that.
There was no pause, no foreseeable end to it; it just kept going, ripping up the land, but missing the Lucario each time.
The bipedal canine came close and leaped up to the Hydreigon's middle head, ready to deal a crossing attack with the spikes on the backs of its hands.
A sound wave forced him back before he could strike, however. He landed in an assortment of rocks that were once solid ground, still on his feet.
Three beam attacks came simultaneously, all aimed in his general direction. He leaped out of the way, but one of the beams grazed his side; a searing pain spreading up and down the left side of his ribcage.
He didn't seem to have any obvious physical damage, when viewed by someone else, but the pain was crippling; the Hydreigon was vicious, and armed with a power that was very unwise to allow such a creature to keep. Not that there was anything anyone could do about it.
Summoning up whatever strength he had left, Lucario let out a volley of aura spheres; the majority of them missing the Hydreigon as it weaved around them, but a few landed direct hits, dealing massive damage.
The Hydreigon crashed to the ground, but it was quick to pick itslf up. Once it was back in the air, it turned and drifted off.
Lucario huffed. Coward.
It could give it, but it couldn't take it.
Lucario slumped over; at this point he was completely exhausted. He looked around; no other Pokemon in sight. They had either gotten up and ran away themselves, or were dragged off by their comrades.
Another day with no food.
A Poochyena stayed low in the underbrush as a small army retreated back into the forest.
It was today that he intended to go and find out what it was that could fend off Honchkrow's forces day after day.
He was certain he wouldn't get caught. He had often hidden in the horde's wake, and never once been detected. He was small even by the standards of his own kind, but that was one of his strengths; he could find a hiding place almost anywhere.
Several minutes passed, and with it, the last of the horde.
Poochyena waited a little longer for the breeze to pick up, so as to drown out the sound of his movements. He scurried to the next bush, and stopped there, looking around to make sure that nobody else was present.
Holding his breath, he darted for the next one. He continued this process until at the very edge of the forest. Beyond there, it was rocky and devoid of any remarkable plant life; even more so now, thanks to the energy assault Hydreigon had put out.
There was hardly any cover, other than a few raised mounds of dirt here and there. Burial sites, perhaps?
It made him sick.
Honchkrow was a maniac; he didn't instruct his forces to incapactitate, he instructed them to kill and enslave. Human influence had been imprinted on his mind, and it spread like an infection.
He had all the qualities of the worst of humanity, and like a plague, it carried on to his followers.
This Poochyena disagreed with Honchkrow's ways, and would have even actively opposed them, had he been able. But he was small and weak; a protest would mean facing the wrath of the entire army. And that would mean death.
But so would getting caught here by this land's protector. Poochyena was a Dark-type, and the resistance had probably heard the "I'm not one of them" spiel so many times that it just didn't care anymore.
Poochyena moved quickly across the dusty, open area. The sun was closing in on the horizon, so at this point the mounds gave off shadows to hide in, at least.
This area was wide open, but the east and west sides were blocked off by walls of boulders and heavy branches; funneling all attackers this way.
And water travel wasn't an option; the currents were so strong, even a Sharpedo was unable to bypass them.
Poochyena reached the last mound. A boulder field waited up ahead, though it had been ravaged by a torrent of Hyper Beams; this place looked as though it had been set up for battle over a long period of time.
Poochyena hurried through the boulder field; the spaces between them were only about six or seven feet wide and it was easy to see how a battle here could get hectic. At least this area provided some cover.
Somewhere around the middle, his fur bristled as he felt another presence.
"Do you have any idea where you are?" a growling voice asked.
Poochyena turned slowly, nervous. Looking up, he saw a Lucario standing on top of one of the boulders. He appeared malnourished and weary, but even so, it wouldn't have been inaccurate to call him intimidating.
"Maybe you didn't hear me the first time. Do you have any idea where you are?"
Poochyena remained silent, and dared to take a step back. Lucario caught sight of the movement and leaped down, snatching the intruder around his midsection and slamming him against a boulder.
"This is my territory," Lucario snarled. "Your kind is not welcome here. And there are..." he paused a moment, carressing one side of his canine lips with his tongue, "...severe consequences for tresspassing."
Poochyena's eyes were wide with fear. "You're-- You're gonna eat me, aren't you?" His voice revealed that he was still rather young.
Lucario smiled a little. "Ah, this one knows. You're smart to know that." His smile disappeared. "And very, very stupid to come here with that knowledge."
Poochyena squirmed in Lucario's grip. "Please, don't do this!"
Lucario leaned in close. "You're right. I should just spare you, and give you the chance to grow up to become a Mightyena and a threat!"
"Alright, look. I know this is hard to believe, but I'm not an ene-- Heyheyhey, there's no need for that!" His original thought had been interrupted as Lucario lifted him up and opened his maw wide.
He was already salivating; he rarely ever got prey small enough to swallow alive, and judging by the size of his newest catch, it would go down nicely.
Poochyena struggled as he was taken headfirst to the back of the throat. He felt muscles contract around his head, pulling him in. His back legs continued to kick; his hindquarters still hanging out of Lucario's mouth.
A sharp tap to the spine and a pulse of aura provoked a series of muscle spasms, and then he went limp; he couldn't move. He couldn't resist. He was just food now, staring down his predator's dark gullet and waiting for the inevitable moment when he would be sucked down it.
Lucario swallowed, pulling his prey's back legs in. Swallowing again, he slurped the tail in and sent the Poochyena down his throat smoothly.
The movement restrictions he had applied were wearing off already, and his meal was beginning to struggle in his belly, causing him to double over just to contain it.
Despite the difficulty of keeping the Poochyena down, he loved the sensation of having something this filling squirming deep inside him.
Poochyena was hyperventilating by this point; the walls of his predator's stomach were expanding and contracting around him quickly, forcing him to curl up to avoid being crushed, and they were already beginning to secrete acid. It was clear how hungry this Lucario had been.
He tried clawing at the walls each time they expanded, in a feeble attempt to cut his way out, but they were slick and tough; he was trapped here, helpless to do anything but wait until the end of his slow, agonizing digestion.
"Please..." he begged, "don't do this to me..."
"Whimper all you like. I won't listen. Your comrades never listened to the pleas of my friends."
"They aren't my comrades! I'm not with them!"
"How can you prove it?"
Poochyena froze. There really was nothing he could say that would convince Lucario to spare him. "I-- Just make it quick. Go ahead, digest me. I can't do anything to change your mind..."
Any struggling in the predator's belly stopped, save for the occasional shudder, as the prey inside quietly cried to himself, letting his defiance die. And he would soon follow after his defiance.
Eventually, Lucario sighed. He patted his stomach sympathetically, and then inserted a paw into his mouth, triggering his gag reflex. Bile rose in his throat, and with it, Poochyena. He leaned forward a little more, letting his prey take a short drop from his mouth onto the ground.
Poochyena slowly got to his feet, shaking off the sticky moisture in his fur as best he could. He looked up at Lucario and spoke. "Why?"
"You speak the truth," the bipedal canine answered.
"How did you realize this?"
"When you were inside me," Lucario began, "I was able to see your aura more clearly than before, after you stopped struggling and let your panic die away. So clearly that I could tell wether you were pure of heart or not, just like that." He gently picked Poochyena up and leaped on top of one of the boulders, sitting down and setting his former prey beside him. "I truly am sorry."
Poochyena hesitated a moment, still dumbfounded, but then smiled. "And I forgive you. In the end you did spare me out of the goodness of your heart, after all."
Lucario returned the smile, and was about to say more, but was interrupted by the growling of his own stomach.
"Right. What are you gonna do for that?" Poochyena asked.
"I don't know..." Lucario responded. "Go hungry for another night, I suppose..."
"I can fix that for you. I know a place in the forest where lots of berries grow."
"I can't leave my post. I can never leave my post."
"I'll bring them to you, then. I'll be back soon."
Poochyena leaped off the boulder and rushed back into the forest.
Lucario watched until his new acquaintance was out of sight. Even after what he did, his former prey was showing him kindness. Could it be that, just like that, he made a new friend?
Night came, and Lucario rested on top of a boulder, alone.
Poochyena was taking a while; he hoped something hadn't happened to him.
Eventually, he saw something leap up onto one of the boulders; it looked like his new friend.
"Glad to see you're back," Lucario said. "I was starting to worry. So, where are the berries?"
Poochyena turned and faced him, and in the blink of an eye, the illusion wore off. The same Zoroark from the brawl earlier today leaped at him, delivering a series of punches that caused him to go numb as he was knocked from his perch.
"You like that?" Zoroark asked, breathing heavily. "You like that?!"
Lucario backed up against a boulder using his legs, allowing himself to sit up. He picked himself up as quickly as he could, dodging out of the way of a burst of darkness as quickly as he could.
He had lost the feeling in his arms, but he could still move them, somewhat.
"I'm going to do what you did to me," Zoroark said, laughing a little, "and then, I'm going to do things to you that you aren't even capable of having nightmares about!"
Zoroark leaped down, making a wide slash, carving a thin red line just above Lucario's chest spike, but he jerked back just in time to avoid anything more than a scratch.
Another claw lashed out, faster than even Lucario could follow, pinching his shoulder and letting out a pulse of darkness, deadening the aura wielder's left arm completely.
Lucario retaliated with his right; extending his arm towards Zoroark's chest and releasing a plume of aura like a large cloud of blue flames.
Zoroark leaped back and emitted another Dark Pulse, this time from his entire body, extinguishing the burning blue energy clinging to him. He snarled and responded with a flame attack of his own, releasing a wide stream of brilliant fire from his maw.
Lucario leaped to the side, finding cover behind a boulder. Zoroark leaped right over it, landing faced away from his opponent, but quickly spun, delivering a jab to the right shoulder and following up with a kick to the hip joint.
Lucario collapsed awkwardly, hitting the back of his head against the boulder, but he remained conscious.
Zoroark crouched in front of Lucario, a smile spreading across his lips. He extended his right hand, cloaked in darkness, towards Lucario's face. There was no escape from this.
Just as the burning sensation touched Lucario's face, Zoroark drew back and cried out in pain. He looked down to see Poochyena, biting firmly onto his ankle.
Zoroark aimed a claw at him and fired off a concentrated Dark Pulse. Poochyena detached and leaped back just in time to dodge.
The fox Pokemon turned and regarded Poochyena calmly, sighing. "I really don't appreciate such treachery."
Poochyena growled, not wanting to appear scared. "It's not treachery if I was never on your side."
Zoroark chuckled. "Just a pup, yet so bright. Such a shame I have to terminate you now!" As he finished speaking, he let out another Flamethrower attack. It was only good for show here however; the boulder field provided plenty of cover from the flames, and it was easy to find.
Zoroark moved around to the side of the boulder, finding Poochyena again, and dropping a cover of darkness over the area, taking away the sight of his opponents.
His foot came forward, striking Poochyena, knocking him forward by several yards and stunning him; he had incurred a rather stiff injury and was unable to move.
Zoroark stepped out of the darkness, licking his claws and coating them with saliva. He was eager to strike the death blow.
He knelt by Poochyena, flashing him that sadistic grin. "I could spend hours ripping you up as punishment, but I've got a rather tight schedule. I'll make this quick."
He raised his saliva-covered claw, and darkness flared up as he prepared a Night Slash.
Zoroark never got to strike however; he grunted as he was flung forward by a burst of blue, and smacked into a boulder. He tumbled back onto the ground, unconscious.
Lucario had made it out from behind his boulder as the feeling in his limbs returned, and delivered a direct Aura Sphere hit. He dragged himself nxt to Poochyena and stroked his fur.
"Are you alright?" he asked.
"Yeah," Poochyena responded, still sounding a little pained. "I'll be fine."
Lucario rested his paw on Poochyena's side, and focused, letting out a Heal Pulse, taking away his pain. At seeing his friend relax, he smiled, but said nothing.
Slowly, he picked himself up, and limped towards Zoroark. He grabbed him around the waist, and threw him onto his shoulder, moving as quickly as he could towards the wall.
Upon reaching it he paused, inhaling deeply, and grabbed Zoroark again. He exhaled, and then tossed the fox Pokemon over the wall. He landed in the water with a satisfying splash and was quickly carried off by the currents.
Lucario turned, and nearly collapsed from exhaustion, but he stopped himself just in time. He refused to give in.
Poochyena walked alongside him. "Hungry?" he asked.
Poochyena ran ahead, and found the large, wrapped-up leaf that he had dropped in his rush to bite Zoroark. He picked it up from the top in his mouth, and brought it back to Lucario, who was struggling to keep up.
He set it down next to the bipedal canine, who then dropped to a sitting position.
Poochyena bit off the top of the bundle, and the leaf unwrapped, revealing a plentiful assortment of berries.
"Eat up," he prompted.
Lucario said nothing, but smiled gratefully.
As hard as it had been to believe, he truly had found some joy in his life.
Poochyena, his new friend.
The waves of attackers were always coming; always relentless.
But the obstacle in their way had gotten stronger; a team who stood against them, and kept each other strong.
Eventually, Poochyena became a Mightyena, and together, he and Lucario expertly kept the waves at bay, against all odds.
Soon after, resistance came from the north as well, joining their team and holding back Honchkrow's forces, even managing to force them deeper back than before, sometimes.
There was hope for the inhabitants of Cyrican yet, and they would- and did -defend it diligently.
For Cyrican, for freedom, and for each other.