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Packed like sardines, the woman swayed in time with the rattling movements of the bullet train car. Long commutes like this weren’t uncommon, but that didn’t make them comfortable; Sweat stuck to the back of her neck, pinning her short hair down beneath her pressed collar.
The fabric of her sweater-vest was thick, too warm for the oven formed from body heat—but required by her stupid job. She jammed a finger between her white blouse and her neck, pulling it from the skin in a desperate attempt to find some relief.
Every side of her was pressed by person, or Pokemon. It couldn’t possibly be safe, but the trains let on as many passengers as were willing to put up with the god awful conditions.
To some semblance of mercy, she found herself at the front—jammed between two white walls, and only one rider. She hadn’t bothered to look behind her, but every once in awhile, her arm brushed against thick warm fur. Instead, she had her phone precariously balanced on top of her purse, as she read through articles to pass the time.
Behind her, someone shifted. It might have been a domino effect—so often one person would stumble in the back, and the whole crowd would shuffle. Her phone tumbled off of her purse, landing on it’s edge, before sliding a few seats down, out of sight.
Before she could attempt to chase it, her chest was flush with the wall in front of her, one arm still twisted partly behind her back to grasp the metal bar providing those who weren’t lucky enough to get a seat some stability.
Furry fingers curled around her hand, pinning her in place as a muzzle forced itself between her chin and shoulder. His other hand curled over her mouth, suffocating a cry of panic into a silent whimper.
“Shh, careful now,” his voice came low and breathy against her ear. “If you move too much, someone might notice.”
Through the reflection in the glass, she could see what he meant. From the angle they were at, it just looked like two people in a corner. Nothing odd about it. She was so small, the Lucario engulfed her, blocking her almost entirely from sight.
She tried to speak, but fingers dipped between her lips, and teeth. She bit down, hard and quick. Rather than curse and let her go, like she had hoped, his hips bucked into her, pressing her against the wall.
To anyone else, it must have just looked like a jostle from the train.
Catching the tear that slipped from her eye on his finger, he dabbed it up with his tongue. “Scream, and I’ll tear that pretty throat out. All you have to do is hold still, and I’ll be all finished by your stop. Got it?”
His thumb massaged her bottom lip, and he rubbed his fingers on her tongue until they were damp, waiting for her meager nod before removing them.
All she could do was whimper as the hand drifted downwards, under the cloth of her shirt, and up her chest. He wrapped his still wet fingers around one of her nipples, twisting as he rolled his hips in time with the trains movements.
The glass fogged with the heat of her breath, small terrified pants being all she could mange—and she was grateful she couldn’t see the smug, self satisfied look on his face any more.
Something hard nudged her thigh, and her legs tensed, knees locking in place, squeezing together as tight as she could manage. All she had worn today was a skirt—and she cursed her choices in her head.
“You’ll have to open up for me,” the train jerked, and he used it to push himself forwards until he was all but on top of her, rutting against the laced fabric of her underwear.
Clenching her fists, she closed her eyes as he pulled his hips back, and rocked with her again. Hissing at the friction, she could feel his muscles twitch as he fucked her thighs; each movement was slow and deliberate. He was savoring the feeling.
A claw ran along the edge of her panties, pulling them to the side just enough that his next thrust let him in. Each breath was a gasp now. He was blazing hot between her legs, even more suffocating than the train car had been.
With every roll, his tip caught the edge of her bud. His hand grasped her hip, digging claws into her skin as he stroked himself with her. Finally, the rocking stopped, and for a blissful moment she thought it was over—
The head of his cock pressed against her entrance, pushing in a fraction of an inch, and receding, and then an inch, and then two. With each subsequent thrust, he forced himself deeper inside of her.
Her teeth sunk into the flesh of her own hand to keep control of her whines. Her whole body felt keyed up to shatter, and the pace he had set was agony. The train halted, jerking them both further until she was impaled. Hands roamed over her chest, and the Lucario grunted, pulling down on her hips as he guided her half way seated on him. He held her there, fucking her in desperation with short thrusts.
“Pretty nice of you to wear something so revealing for me.” She could feel him shift as he glanced over his shoulder, before returning his attention to her. “I bet the rest of the car was wondering what you looked like under all this.”
Pressing in on her, he forced her further into the corner, until it was just him, and the spot the two walls met. People quickly flooded to fill the space, and she was swallowed whole by his size.
“I could cum all over you, you know. But I’m a nice guy. I wouldn’t do that to a pretty thing like you,” he whispered. Holding her in place, his movements halted—and right as the train turned, he jerked his hips up, sighing against her neck.
With each aching throb, he filled her—more, and more, and more, until she thought it might run down her legs. The next few minutes were a blur, as he subtly cleaned her up, whispered another quiet threat, and escorted her off the train with a knowing grin. Mind blank, she stumbled her way towards the office, with an ache that wouldn’t be going away any time soon.