Canine Pokemon Tamer

A/N: Credit for the Creation of Nameless goes to PhoenixHelix whom I must thank for writing  such a dark character to add to my story. I do not Own Nameless and could never profit from somebody else's amazing work, but I do thank you, PhoenixHelix for allowing me to use Nameless as my puppet for this story.

-WWMH-

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On to the story:

Luna grips Judge’s mane tighter than before, prompting him to stop. Feeling warm liquid on his nose, he realizes that in her change of position, she’s hugging him and crying, her muzzle stained with tears.

“Luna, honey, what’s wrong?” Judge questions looking up at his hybrid mate. Snow Blynk, Thunder, Earthshaker, and Storm stop to look at the hybrid.

“You realize, if she’s killed humans, it will be our job to put her down. She’s my mother, and I don’t know if I can do that. My grandfather had to watch as humans killed his mate, knowing his daughter would be killed if people knew what she was; now my mother is grown, has pups of her own, and is a living reason why she shouldn’t have been born. I don’t want to have to kill her, or watch her be killed!” Luna screams before burying her face deeply in her mate’s fur.

As the Legendary Dogs move closer to Alyria’s location, and the Bulbasaur she turned into her dinner, closer to the dessert, another hybrid is busy. The Zoroak hybrid is wearing a pair of jeans, covered in blood and ragged from years of wear. His dark skin is covered in a light fuzz of black fur and his shoulder-length hair and three foot tail are composed of long red fur. As he licks one hand of blood covered claws covered in the entrails of a female Sandslash, the creature laying used, abused and dying at his feet with his other hand buried in her chest over her heart.

“Well, well my dear, I must thank you for satisfying my rather animalistic need to mate, pity you must pay for it with your life.” He snarls as he pulls his hand from her chest, her heart gripped tightly in his claws, spurting a thick stream of crimson liquid. Taking a bite of it, the Zoroak tosses it aside, grinning wickedly as he senses a group of Pokémon containing a hybrid, and a rampaging hybrid a few miles away.

“Just like Raticate, they seem to emerge in groups, when you execute one of them, hundreds more just sprout up. Looks like my work is cut out for me. Anyway, my dear, I must go.” The Zoroak calls to the bloodied corpse of the Sandslash he raped and killed as he takes off, taking time to disguise himself as a human in a trainer outfit before running towards the group.

This Zoroak is known as Nameless, a hybrid who prides himself in the destruction of hybrids and those associated with them. As he runs, his body changes, taking on the form of a Zigzagoon, looking like a cute little Pokémon was not his style normally, but if he wanted to catch his prey, he must stop her first. He reaches the edge of the forest and sees a Lucario hybrid running towards the town, his claws bared he follows her, intent on a sneak attack from behind.

“Well, well my little Lucario, it looks as if you’ve reached your power limit and gone wild, pity, mine will be a mercy killing then. Doesn’t mean I can’t have a bit of fun before killing you, little whelp.” Nameless growls to himself as he dashes after Alyria. The Lucario hybrid snarls as her senses inform her of a being following her, but she sees only Pokémon, unrecognizable flashes of aura in her current state. Nameless smirks as he realizes she’s unable to detect him and he continues chasing her, leaping upon her back to bring her down. Alyria falls to the ground with a howl, alerting Luna and the others that Alyria is close by and injured.

“Now, now, hybrid, stop making such noise, you’ll hurt my ears.” Nameless hisses as he returns to his true form. His eyes flash red as he slashes Alyria’s neck, silencing her screams without causing her enough damage to kill her. Snarling maliciously as the hybrid snaps her jaws in rage beneath him, Nameless digs his claws into her belly, careful to avoid all major vital organs, not wanting his prey to die too quickly. He hears a voice in his mind.

“Why are you doing this?” The voice whispers, making Nameless pause for only a moment before realizing his prey is able to speak telepathically.

“All hybrids are abominations. They must be destroyed.” He snarls back while tracing bleeding patterns in Alyria’s exposed flesh.

“But you are a hybrid. I can smell it.” The reply makes him rip into her belly hard and quick, nearly hitting her liver.

“I refuse to breathe my last until all of your kind is extinct. I can live with myself until then; after all, nobody seems to want to get their hands bloodied with the task of executing me.” He replies, his voice thick with rage. He then begins scratching through Alyria’s body, carving patterns deep into her flesh, his prey unable to scream. Deciding he’s done torturing her, he unzips his blood crusted pants and pulls himself out, stroking his cock a few times to get it hard before flipping the blood covered hybrid onto her stomach and shoving his length to the hilt into her.

“I normally prefer my lays to be silent, but since I was unaware you can use telepathy, please, feel free to shriek.” Nameless hisses as he pounds into Alyria mercilessly, the hybrid making choking noises while her mind cries out for mercy. Before long, Nameless releases into her, the hybrid grunting forcefully as he pulls out. Turning Alyria back onto her back, Nameless thanks her, thrusting his claws through her belly and piercing her liver, spleen, and both ovaries before gripping a handful of organs and tissue and pulling them through the hole his claws have made. Lying there, bleeding and near death, Alyria hears Nameless call back to her before the world goes dark;

“Thank you for being such a good lay, I can smell your filthy hybrid pup ahead, I hope she likes seeing your corpse before I kill her and her father too!” Then Nameless is gone, and Alyria lies dead, a blood covered corpse left to rot in a field.