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Evading The Eevee	By : DrkVrtx Category: Pokemon > General Views: 9524 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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I open my eyes to a wet tongue lapping at my cheeks and the corner of my mouth. I swear I didn't fall asleep. My stamina might not be what I had fantasised, but I definitely didn't fall asleep afterwards. Besides, that's considered rude, isn't it? Surely a cuddle and the murmur of sweet nothings is standard affair, at least it is in the things I tend to read. I may as well follow the example and bask in the afterglow, except I really don't feel like I'm glowing. Her breath is warm and sweet against my skin, and she nudges her cute little nose against mine. I should be happy. Wait. No, I am happy. I think. It's just…I don't know.

Lifting my head an inch from the pillow and turning to my room's sole window lets me know that I had in fact fallen asleep. Idiot. Everyone would be home soon, back from visiting some relatives I didn't really care for and had lamented that I had tons of work to get done so that I could escape the occasion. My apologies, Aunt and Uncle Something or other.

My attention is drawn by a paw resting on my arm, but I don't want to look at it. I can't make myself look at her again. I drag myself silently out of bed, pushing the sheets aside and reaching for my clothes. Head down and eyes fixed firmly to the floor, I make my way to the bathroom.

xxx

19:34 Whats up. Got somethin 2 tell me?

19:34 Yeh. Figured you'd wanna know

19:34 Oh? Im all ears

19:36 So? Gonna tell me or not?

19:36 I did it

19:37 It?

19:38 With eevee

19:38 You serious?

19:38 Mm

19:38: Haha! Only took you a damn year

19:39 Biding my time.

19:39 Sure. So you finally lost the V card. To an eevee. Damn you know how many peeps can say that?

19:40 I assume not a lot

19:41 Lol. Damn right. So how was it?

19:43 You there?

19:43 It was good

19:44 …good

19:45 Bro. An eevee. It HAD to be more than good

19:46 I dunno man. It doesnt feel right

19:47 Only you could whine after laying an eevee. An eevee bro!

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An Eevee. I'm one the few lucky 'peeps' on the perhaps the whole planet to be able to make that claim. I could visit a few of the ol' haunts and type up a sizzling story that would have more than a few members pestering me with PMs for pictures and videos, a good amount among that number no doubt offering to trade Pokes me with. But as I've said before, she isn't mine. Even if she was mine, after some of the things I've seen, I think I'd be more than a tad wary of whose hands I'd be trading my cute little bundle of joy into.

Whatever. I don't really want to think about it right now. It stirs thoughts and other areas that I don't really want stirring, particular when wearing jeans. In public.

I'm currently waiting at the train station for a friend of mine; it's a good excuse to be out of the house and away from everything. But I'm not just here merely because of that; I haven't seen this friend in a little over a year. I wouldn't openly admit that I had missed her though.

The train pulls up in all its technologically advanced glory, and people on the platform are already pushing towards the doors. Politely, I must add. It's plain to see they're all eager to get on and get a good seat, but they somehow manage to refrain from pushing and shoving even when they've gathered close together. A remarkable skill civilised society has taught itself right there.

The doors hiss open and people spill out onto the platform, among them several trainers who almost immediately clutch pokeballs in hand as they leave the train. I give myself a little height by standing on the balls of my feet, looking out for her. She appears from a door to my left, looking out across the platform in search of me. Her obliviousness to my presence gives me a moment to take her in as she takes a few steps forward.

Chocolate brown skin, dark hair cropped much shorter than it had been when she'd left, retreating from her shoulders to just above her ears. The station is roofless and the way the sun seems to make her skin glow is heavenly. No idea why I'm describing this little moment in such detail though, not really necessary is it? Though I suppose I've given the game away now.

"Melissa!"

She turns in my direction and smiles as she sees me waving a hand enthusiastically through the air like an idiot. A hand is already reaching to her laden belt as she hefts a travel bag over her shoulder. Seeing her apologise profusely after releasing a Blastoise and almost crushing a passing couple in the process brings tears of laughter to my eye.

She comes over at last, her Blastoise lumbering along by her side and I offer to take her bag after a particularly tight embrace and the momentary averting of my eyes when she plants a more than welcome kiss to my cheek.

"Nah, I'm fine", she says.

"I insist", I reply. I am, of course, a gentleman. A somewhat regretful gentleman a few moments later however, when she shrugs and hefts the bag from her shoulder and hands it out to me. I take it and plummet to the ground.

"What the hell is in this thing?" I lament, struggling to stand with it in tow. She laughs and takes it from me, and there I notice the toned nature of her arms, the alluring curve of muscle beneath tight, dark skin.

Oh, hello. We're getting distracted here. Focus, if you please.

Anyway, we stand talking on the platform for a few moments before I point out that her hulking Blastoise is causing passerbys inconvenience. The train station isn't that far of a walk from our neighbourhood.

Yup, that's right. We're neighbours, I and Melissa. Not necessarily next door neighbours, more next-next-next door neighbours. You get the idea. I've known her for roughly all my life, though she's two years older than me, and much more ambitious.

Her year-long absence can be explained by her joining the professional circuit of the competitive Pokemon world immediately after finishing her formal education. She is by far the best Pokemon trainer I know of, so I don't doubt any of the stories she tells me as we walk back home from the station.

We stop at a small park around the corner from our respective homes, Melissa insisting that she wants to play on the swings like a five year old. I suppose she deserves her little moment to frolic, being a professional Pokemon trainer sounds like tough work. All work, no play. She cheats the playground rules by getting a huge shove from Blastoise to start things off with, so she is already swinging higher than the other kids by the time she swoops forward a second time. I laugh and shake my head.

We exchanged a few emails while she lived over in Hoenn, but she didn't seem to have the time to properly chat, though I didn't really take offence. I wanted to tell her about my dilemma, but could never make myself do it through email, and she would always be very brief over the phone. Well, I'm intending to now, though it's taking a bit more internal push and shove than I expected.

Melissa has always been an open-minded person, and if there is one person I can trust to tell this to besides another particular ever horny friend, it's her. Still, as she walks over to me, Blastoise in tow, I find that I'm a little doubtful. She may be open-minded, but that didn't mean she wouldn't be disgusted by what I'm planning to tell her, perhaps to the point that I would have to consider our friendship marred beyond repair, did it? Heck, she might even call the police on me! I've checked thoroughly believe me, but the laws surrounding Pokephilia are far too complex and convoluted for my poor brain to properly grasp. I'm not too sure if it's illegal or otherwise, basically. Still, I need to ask someone sensible.

"Melissa".

"Yeah?"

"Do you…" I wince preemptively. "D'you know what Pokephilia is?"

"Sure", she says, folding her arms and leaning against the huge frame of her Blastoise. "It's pretty common over in Hoenn, actually".

I'm staring. Slack-jawed. I know I am but I can't help it. Melissa raises an eyebrow as she looks me over. And then she starts grinning.

"Something you want to tell me?"

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I really did stay behind to do work. No, really. Alright, fine. I'm staying back partly because I have a crap ton to get finished. In truth, I'm fed up. Tired. Pissed off.

It's been a whole year since that bastard put the thought into my head and I haven't managed to extricate it yet. Check through my internet history – well, you could if I was an idiot who didn't browse incognito. I'll tell you anyways. I'd say about eight out of ten sites I visit are Poke related. At times I have to make myself look at the 'real stuff', just to ensure that I am in fact normal and can still be turned on by the opposite sex.

As I've said before though, there comes a time when it just isn't enough. The hand and a box of tissues simply will not do anymore. I've considered buying a toy, but I can be an extremely cautious young man and I don't like even the remotest possibility of someone finding it, family or friend. But of course, I have an alternative.

The last few months have been incredibly difficult; I honestly don't know how I've lasted so long honestly. But it's over now, I give up.

Eevee knows me so well. Too well. I leave the door ajar and she waltzes right in. Cute beyond comprehension. Light shining in the black gems of her eyes. It's not too late though, I could turn back now. Close my eyes, growl and kick her out? But now she's padding quietly over to me, standing on her hind legs and holding herself steady with her paws on my knees. She's whispering her name to me, a paw moving forward while I'm sitting here struggling to breathe. And now she's pressing that paw to the bulge beneath my jeans.

Ladies and gentlemen, I am done.

I've no idea how or when things change, but suddenly I find myself standing at the edge of my bed, Eevee presenting her backside and luscious lips to me. My hands have found the wrapper of a condom – told you I was extremely cautious, didn't I? – and after some nervous fumbling, I finally slip it on.

Eevee is patient, softly breathing her name in anticipation. My heart is racing in my chest, thudding to an almost painful beat. I've always imagined myself to be the confident, sure-handed man in my pleasure fuelled fantasies…turns out that isn't quite the case in practice. Well, live and learn.

I'm afraid I might hurt her though; I'm reasonably blessed in the downstairs department, nothing to really shout about, but Eevee is such a small thing. My aim is a little awry, I will admit, but I get it right eventually.

She's hot, and wet. And oh so tight. I've barely begun and I know I'm not going to last. But it's alright, Eevee understands. She's telling me so with those deep black eyes of her as she looks over her shoulder, whispering her name. My hips start moving all on their own.

Why oh why oh why. My goodness I have wasted so much time. Halfway through my first thrust and I know that I am never going back to that box of tissues.

A strange, strained groan leaves my throat and I cringe in embarrassment at the sound. Eevee tilts her head as I jerk forwards and fill her, her name intermingling with my grunts and groans. I feel her walls pressing tight against my poor inexperienced cock and refusing to let me go. My number of thrusts barely reaches double digits and I'm already gripping her body far too hard as my legs shake and my seed spills into the protective rubber cushion wrapped me.

Something washes over me in the aftermath of pleasure. I'm not too sure what it is until the haze lifts from my eyes. I see myself embedded in a tiny, fragile Eevee, my hands clutching her middle like a vice. Now I understand what it is: shame. But despite it, I feel myself hardening again. The haze falls over my eyes once again and believe me, I am all to happy to succumb to it.

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"So", I say, spreading my hands in an open gesture and shrugging lamely. Melissa considers me for a long moment, smiling all the while, though I can't really tell what this particular smile means.

"How did you feel afterwards?" she asks me.

"I don't…I don't think it was right", I answer. "I took advantage of her, didn't I?"

But Melissa shakes her head. She lifts an elbow and nudges Blastoise playfully.

"See this one?" she says as he belches his name in what I assume to be affection.

It takes a while for me to process exactly what she's saying, and when it finally sinks in my eyes widen and inadvertently fall to the Pokemon's crotch, thankfully hidden from the eyes of innocent children by his thick shell. Melissa laughs.

"You – him – doesn't that…hurt?" I say with a wince.

"Admittedly, yes. In the beginning", she answers. "But I am his trainer; he wouldn't seek to hurt me intentionally. I have to guide him as I do when we fight in the stadium".

"So, who initiated it?" I find myself asking almost immediately.

Melissa points to herself. "It's generally the trainer – or in your case, owner".

"But, I didn't want to…with her", I say. "Not until the idea was presented to me, at least".

"They can sense our urges, our desire", she explains to me, though I know this already of course. "If the relationship between the Pokemon and the trainer – or owner – is built of the right stuff, it's more than likely that they will find a way to communicate with you the fact that they'd happily get you off".

"Such a charming way to put it".

Melissa eyes me provocatively and I almost feel the need to preserve my dignity with hands across my crotch.

"A young man like you is sure to be filling your room with the smell of your urges", she teases. "Come on, lighten up. Trust me, you're normal".

I'm inclined to disagree, having spent several days unwillingly daydreaming about the many things Eevee would be positively willing to try with me.

Melissa makes me yelp like a little girl then as she suggests that I bring Eevee along over to her place and take notes as we watch class in session, to put it politely. My mind is scarred enough already, thank you very much. Still, the suggestion reminds me that I've been seeing Melissa differently for a number of years now. I wonder sometimes if the same applies to her. Perhaps not, given what I've just learnt. But then perhaps Blastoise is simply her sexual outlet.

I'll just have to see.
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