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In the information era, getting a package late at night wasn't such an unexpected thing: that was the convenience of having so much competition in the package delivery business.

True as that was, Jake wasn't expecting to hear a knock on the door shortly after he cleaned up the dishes from dinner. He'd been anticipating a package for quite some time, but with such a long gap between when he made the order and when it was supposedly fulfilled, he was getting ready to assume that it had been lost in transit.

Seeing the cardboard on his front doorstep was like having a birthday gift left for him by a stranger.

"Guess the Silph Company finally got their shit together," he said. Despite the disdain in his words, his lips were curled with a grin, and his tail was bristled with excitement at the description on the side of the box.

In thick, black letters, it read: "NOT Fragile. Have as much fun with your new test product as you'd like!"

The popularity of Eevee and it's many forms of evolution made it the perfect candidate for a series of companion toys that were being launched for the upcoming summer, with an expansion planned for the holiday season to follow. These toys all had specific purposes and levels of connection one could share with them, and in some instances, they weren't being marketed to children.

Jake was hesitant to take up the Silph Company on their offer, at first. It seemed odd that they would reach out to him personally through an e-mail message, but he'd been able to verify that it was a genuine offer: they just wanted him to test the product for quality and durability, and what that word meant was entirely up to what he decided to do with it.

It would have been easy enough for the feline to simply unbox the plush and snuggle up to it for bed that evening, and while he did opt to sleep without clothes, he found a new comfort in just having something to snuggle up to in the colder months of spring.

"You're bigger than I thought you'd be," he murmured, as he curled up in his bed that night, holding the plush to his chest. "When they said it would be life-sized, I guess they weren't kidding!"

Soft, gray stripes on the feline's body made the Sylveon plush stand out with brilliant contrast. The plush material was a sharp, bright white with pink details around the paws that were yet to be dirtied by the touch of time and daily wear. It would never be in such pristine condition again, and it made Jake momentarily sad to think that he'd have to part ways with it, sooner or later.

With devious intents for what to do with it first thing in the morning, Jake cozied up to the deceptively realistic creature and held it's back to his chest. His arms wrapped around the hips and his uncovered length settled just behind the underside of the Sylveon's tail, where a small, pocket-like hole was placed.

He could tell with a single touch that the fabric was designed to stretch and stay loose on penetration, but that night, he was content just to share his warmth with the little beast.

The excitement of the unboxing slowly faded away, replaced with the comfort of having someone to share his bed, that night. Adrenaline gave way to the more calming effects of serotonin, and the feline closed his eyes; tired, yet eager for the morning to come.

**

Through the night, Jake slept so well that it was a wonder anything could stir him from his sleep. The sun peering through the gap in his curtains wasn't enough, and the warmth that came along with that light was only pushing him further into his own dreams.

What did finally rouse him to consciousness was the touch of the plush against his body: it was such a comfort to him when he fell asleep that he nearly forgot it was there upon waking up, but with a gloss of such heavy sleep still on his eyes, he wasn't sure what he was looking at when he came to.

"Huh...t-they didn't say anything about you coming with an engine..."

Jake twitched his ears, listening for a quiet, mechanical whirr to fill the otherwise silent bedroom. He would have been able to understand it, seeing the way that the once dormant Sylveon was standing on the bed and shaking itself awake.

Its movements were too fluid to be restrained by simple robotics, and there were no sounds to compliment the cloudlike texture of the plush stepping around on the comforter. It was as though the creature had _actually_come to life, just by the virtue of absorbing some feline warmth.

"I'm still...I'm still dreaming," Jake theorized, watching the cheerful creature bound closer to his face with a smile that was stuck in one position by the nature of the material...and yet, it held such a lifelike appearance that he could believe it was animated. Somehow, without movement on the expression, there was still attitude behind it. "That has to be it."

He half expected the creature to correct him, but it wasn't quite capable of doing that, just yet.

It was more than capable, as he found, of using the ribbons that emerged from behind it's neck. The long, soft tendrils slowly came to life, just as the plush had before, but their curious strokes along Jake's cheek were only the very least of what they could manage.

"This is too cool," Jake was beside himself, grinning from ear to ear as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes. "It's got such realistic fur texture on the ribbons, too...I can't believe they had that kind of foresight!"

The creature knew what Jake was saying about it, and it responded with an affectionate bump to his forehead, acting more like a housecat than a Pokemon.

Much like a feline, however, it was quick to change tempers...and the lack of a changing expression made it hard for Jake to tell what it was up to when it bounded over his shoulder and circled around behind him.

"Not sure what you're hoping to find back there," Jake murmured. He chuckled at the idea of the creature being aware of it's intended use, even though it appeared that the small, rounded sheath between it's legs was fitted with a thick, pink toy, imitating what the producers had seen in their research. "It's not much different from yours, I assure you."

Sentience of such a level seemed impossible in a stuffed toy, but watching the creature move was enough for Jake to believe that there was more to its manufacturing than what he could see on the surface.

A quiet rumble, almost like a purr, rolled over his ear in calm, soothing waves as the lengths of ribbon from the Sylveon wrapped around his wrists and trapped them together.

"Can't say I'm surprised that this is a feature," Jake whispered, looking down at his wrists with a smirk. He was confident that he could pry himself free anytime, feeling only thin, flexible wires under the surface of the plush fabric, but he found his confidence misplaced when he tested the strength of those hidden, steel fibers.

Despite their thin mass and low density, he could barely squirm his wrists together in their bondage...and the purring was only growing louder in his ear as the tip of a false cock pushed right under the base of his tail.

"You, uh...you're doing a lot of things that you s-shouldn't be able to do," Jake spoke to the creature with intelligence then, believing that there was some form of sentience to it that he wasn't aware of before. "You're not really about to-

Jake bit his lower lip as greater pressure welled at the entrance of his pucker. The shape of the toy was similar enough to a canine in nature that the first inch or so was tapered, making for an easier penetration to start...but things weren't going to get any softer from there.

Indeed, there was a strange warmth gathering in the tip of the fake cock as it pushed past the taper and filled Jake with a greater swelling, and the rumble in his ear was halted by a sudden gasp as the creature hooked a leg over his hips. "This can't be happening...t-this...this isn't real!" Jake yelled out as if he thought the force of his voice would bring back his reality, but he couldn't return to a place he never left.

In line with the disbelief of it all was the subtle arousal that crept up from the gray tabby, as the hyper-realistic plush continued to grab and squeeze him from behind. It wasn't exactly how he'd imagined a Pokemon to mate, but these toys were designed with the customer in mind, and it believed a slow, spooning fuck to be the way to Jake's heart.

Just getting to share such intimacy with one of his favorite creatures meant that the Sylveon could do no wrong, but it still hadn't revealed everything that it had in store for its new owner.

"Is it so hard to believe, master?"

Jake could have fathomed that the plush would come equipped with some kind of a voice box, or a series of pre-recorded phrases and sounds attached to a speaker; that was entirely plausible.

That it spoke with such a practiced tone, and answered in a way that was a perfect and fitting response to Jake's query seemed downright impossible.

"Did you just sp-

"Of course I did! You never told me I couldn't," the Slyveon answered, rolling his hips in a slow, lazy grind against his owner. "In fact, it seems like you skipped over a lot of my training...I'm afraid I'm not terribly disciplined."

Wincing at the full, thick heft of the toy as it was buried further inside, Jake tried his best to stay relaxed, but the natural act of unclenching his muscles was harder than he imagined it would be when his view of reality was being shattered.

Feeling that extra resistance didn't do anything to slow the sentient plush down. "Is it t-too late to train you, then?"

"I'm afraid it is," his pet replied. The second ribbon from his back was already curling around Jake's neck like a leash, and as it went taut, the feline felt his throat dealing with just enough pressure to make breathing difficult...but not impossible. "In fact, I think you're better suited to be the Pokemon in our relationship; perhaps I should be the master?"

A plush coated appendage dipped in front of the cat's muzzle and pressed against his lips, as if it thought he needed another reminder of how tough it had become to breathe. He wanted to answer the creature and beg it for whatever kind of mercy it offered, but then again, Jake wasn't sure that mercy was the right word for what he was interested in.

Much as things were taking an unexpected turn, he couldn't deny the trickle of precum spilling back over the barbs of his feline cock, or the way his entire shaft throbbed with excitement as the sentient toy began pumping into his tailhole with even greater fervor. Thrusts that started awkward and far apart were finding a rhythm, giving Jake a chance to adjust to the pace and timing of each deep, satisfying probe from the false length.

"Does it feel good for you, master? Or would you prefer to be called something else?"

Jake couldn't escape the clutches of the devious toy to begin with, but as the round flesh of his rump became tender from the carrying pumps of the beast behind him, he began to feel like escaping was less a matter of desire, and more a matter of possibility.

He hadn't bothered looking at his legs until he felt what he thought was a cramp: he tried to spread them apart and stretch a little bit while keeping the glorious toy buried in his ass, but the effort was met with an even greater cramp, followed by an unpleasant dullness, as if his calves had fallen asleep.

No matter how he gritted his teeth, they wouldn't budge; he didn't think the fact that his fur was turning white around his ankles was directly the cause, but he was sure it had to be a symptom.

"You're so easily distracted, it's no wonder you weren't able to properly train me," the toy poked a little fun at his old master as he held still for a moment, leaving the knotted toy fully inside of the feline. "I think I'm doing a much better job of putting you in your place."

Jake couldn't find a good argument, whether he tried to speak with his constricted throat, or tried to physically fight back against the smaller creature. He could feel it getting larger against his back as if it was sucking the mass right out of him, but he couldn't do anything to push it away; there was a strange paralysis that followed the white fur up from his knees, until it was covering his thighs, leaving them immobilized as well.

Still able to turn his head, the tabby looked back over his shoulder and noticed the Sylveon grasping him even tighter from behind, but his reach was greater, and his paws were getting larger, as if to compliment his newfound strength. He still hadn't quite pieced together what was happening, but his brain was getting foggy from the controlled lack of oxygen...and the orgasmic delight that was building up along with it.

"Keep those eyes open, Sylveon..."

In the heat of a dangerous moment, Jake was glad that the creature was looking out for his best interests, but he couldn't fathom how it had gained such impressive sentience. Along with that, his frame continued to fill out, until his body was able to wrap around the smaller tabby, rather than clinging to him from behind.

Jake wasn't quite the size of a feral tabby, but he wasn't much larger than that, either, as his discolored fur reached up to the underside of his chin. Immobilized legs began to shift position all on their own and bend to a particular shape, and from the back of his neck, a pair of nodes emerged and began wiggling around, as if they were desperate for something to grab onto.

Oh, no...no, this is not happening!

"You just seized up on me awfully tight. Does that mean you're finally getting the point, little Sylveon?"

When Jake first stirred awake that morning, he was hugging the plush to his chest and sleeping peacefully, finding comforting in its soft texture and warmth.

Now, the tables had been completely turned on him, with a pair of arms wrapped around his shrinking torso. Ribbons still held his body in a form of symbolic bondage, but with his flesh and organs slowly being replaced with delicate, gentle fluff, there was no need for former toy to take any precautions with him.

As his eyes glazed over with a shimmering, placid shade of blue, Jake felt the last of his ordinary thoughts slipping away. Everything was fading out behind a pleasant, slow burn, rather than the genuinely climactic finish he was expecting.

The ribbon around his neck clenched so tight that he worried he might pass out, but when he tried to draw in a breath, he felt no air come in, and nothing pulling for oxygen.

"Now, isn't that better? You don't have to eat, breathe, or even think if you don't want to," the growing Sylveon explained all the benefits to his smaller body double as he continued to thrust, now equipped with a thick, real cock. "You just have to cuddle up to me and prove that you're worth fetching such a high price..."

It was already difficult for Jake to take the full girth of the toy's length when it was still just a plush; his new, enhanced length was filled with virile warmth and came with a real, pleasant throb that filled his motionless form...but he didn't have any trouble taking it, despite the new length and weight that it carried.

He didn't know exactly when it happened, but he could feel his insides accommodating that rod so well that he wondered if there was anything under his tail, anymore.

In truth, the same strategically placed hole that he was so eager to take was now a literal part of his body, and along with it, his cock was starting to retreat, until only the very tip of the barbed, feline member remained.

Even those barbs were incredibly soft to the touch.

"I'm surprised you were able to take the whole thing...and you didn't even make a mess!" The creature praised his new toy and held it close, snuggling into Jake with all the affection that the former feline showed to him the day before. "But I know you came, little Sylveon. Shame that it didn't make more of a mess..."

Thanks to the shock of the transformation, Jake missed more of excitement of his orgasm than he would have hoped, but everything was heightened by the lack of air, right until he didn't need it anymore.

He was so bewildered by the full-body paralysis that he didn't grasp the full concept of what a powerful release he had, and at that point, the vessel for showing the physical evidence of the same was gone, reduced to a tiny dot at the base of the small, velvety hole in the back of his body.

Short, sharp ears had grown longer and longer throughout, until their thin fabric stretched out far over Jake's head. Colorful stripes decorated his body in places that he could never reach, but all of it was part of the façade that he'd taken on. He was almost a perfect copy of the toy that had been sent to him, but in the back of his mind, there was still just enough consciousness to know what was happening to him, even until the very last thrust of the new, larger creature behind him.

The first Sylveon had kept his appearance mostly intact, but his frame was set to match the one that Jake had before, as if he'd forced them to swap bodies.

"Nice and durable...s-so soft around my cock, too," the creature complimented his new toy and squeezed it so hard that the pressure should have been painful, but Jake felt nothing as his abdomen was literally crushed down by the Sylveon's arms. "Just one last test to run, and you'll be ready to send back to the boys at Silph!"

I know what he's going to do, but...what...what will happen? How will that even work?

Jake still thought there was something flesh and blood about his body: he didn't realize that the warm, gush of cum that filled his insides would simply melt into the special material that his insides were coated with. It might have been considered a wasteful use of such a valuable thing, but after a number of other product malfunctions, the Silph Company was trying to go above and beyond the call to keep the customers loyal.

Branching out into a new, adult market, they were putting their best foot forward, and the product testing was going swimmingly well.

"That's it, little guy...don't waste a s-single drop! Keep it all in!" the fully transformed Sylveon hugged the miniature of himself tight and pounded into the haunches of the new toy mercilessly, using such force that it would have been brutally painful to a real, living creature.

For Jake, it felt like little more than a pleasant massage against his rear end, and the plentiful, splashing warmth of a messy cumshot was contained in a special pouch that soaked up everything that the former toy could offer him. Tensing, swollen orbs came to settle against Jake as the Sylveon remained balls deep throughout the last seconds of his release, complete with the full, deep stuffing of his knot into a surprisingly flexible passage.

As a toy, Jake had passed his final test with flying colors; the company needed to know about such positive results.

"I knew you could do it," Sylveon whispered into his long, slender ear, and much to Jake's surprise, he could still hear the transformed beast speaking to him, despite his entire body being made of fluff. "See? This is the kind bond a Pokemon can share with their master if they're trained properly...you're going to make your next master very happy someday."

Next master?

The transformed Sylveon was revealing itself to be a bit of a slothful hedonist: he pulled the blankets back over his body and held Jake close, squeezing him once more and feeling the volume of his cum still swimming around inside the defiled plush.

He didn't have much care for the hustle and bustle of the living world, but he was more than happy to curl up in bed with his favorite cocksleeve for as long as the company would allow.

"You'll meet all kinds of new friends tomorrow morning," Sylveon explained. Even at the thought of having to send his plaything away, he was still grinning, as if there was something even darker behind his intentions. "They'll be here to pick you up bright and early, so we'd better do a few more rounds of testing before you go..."

They were still knotted together, but Sylveon had plenty left to give...and Jake would be able to take every drop of it.