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[b][u][center]The Eevee-lution Bond

For Rayoelgatubelo

By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

“Any reason we couldn’t do this after my exams, mom?” Carly muttered, following the white-coated woman in front of her. “I mean, I’m still not great on maths, and I need a bit more work on getting my essays properly formatted for the professors –”

“Don’t worry about your exams,” the professor ahead of her said, waving her hand dismissively. “When we’re done in here, you’ll be able to write your entry card to whatever university you want.”

Carly highly doubted that, though she didn’t say anything out loud. Her mother, Professor Poplar, had always been a bit of a one for dodging the responsibility that she should have embraced. Even with everything that she had done for the Pokémon community, she was still one of those that seemed to disappear at the worst times. Those that needed her to solve problems for their Pokémon often couldn’t find her, and Carly knew that was mostly because the professor was too busy going about her own experiments.

At least, that had been the case until the family lab had burned down, but she was half-sure that her mom had been busy getting another one set up somewhere else, somewhere where the law wouldn’t be coming down on her for abusing her power over Pokémon and people alike.

This tunnel was probably leading to one, as a matter of fact. Carly looked over her shoulder, shaking her head at the rapidly dimming little hole in the distance. They had to be at least a hundred feet down now, well past any chance of someone detecting them from the surface, and she wondered if there was any chance in hell that they were going to get out of this without something weird happening. Probably not, with her mom’s track record.

[i]Trying to give trainers telepathy, trying to give Pokémon the ability to speak, experimenting with weird genetic breeding experiments…[/i]

She shivered. While it was true that her mother’s name opened doors to different universities that other people would never be able to get in, she knew that they were probably slamming those doors shut every time that they read her mother’s latest headline in the newspaper. If it wasn’t for her legacy of putting together winning Pokémon teams for the region, she was pretty sure that her mom would have been locked up a long, long time ago.

“Come on, buck up. I swear, this is going to be the best day of your life.”

“Mom, the best day of my life will be when I put all this behind me and go to university.”

“Really? You’d just turn your back on all this?”

“I tried it, mom.” Carly shook her head. “Pokémon training just isn’t for me.”

Nor was breeding, or beautifying, or anything else that involved handing Pokémon. She wasn’t bad at it, per se, but she wasn’t the sort of expert that could make a career out of going out there and battling, or opening a breeding center, or anything like that. She was the sort of person that was better off working on a normal job, the sort of job that dealt with computers or retail or…well, anything else.

She didn’t hate it, but she knew it disappointed her mom to think about it, so she tried not to bring it up if she could possibly avoid it.

Finally, her mom came to a stop. They must have reached the end of the tunnel and the door waiting for them there. She sighed in relief, crossing her arms and leaning against the tunnel wall as her mom fumbled through her pockets.

[i]Just a few more weeks, and I’m out of here.[/i]

She looked forward to not having to wear any more lab coats, too. She was out of them for now, since they were technically not in the lab, but she was half-sure that she was going to get shoved into a new one as soon as they entered this underground place. She grimaced at the thought, already imagining how bad the coat was going to fit, how she was going to feel out of place [i]again[/i].

It wasn’t just that the coats looked bad – which they did – or the fact that they made her feel like something that she wasn’t. It was more due to the fact that they didn’t…fit.

She looked down at her chest, glaring at the way that it was already pulling down at the front of her new shirt. Despite the fact that she had a sports bra on, compressing them down, they still threw their weight around and fucked with all her clothes. Even though her t-shirt was brand-new, she was sure that there were going to be boob bumps in it by the time she got home. And lab coats made it worse, never closing around them, forcing her to keep a boob window in them.

She shook her head as she looked at her mom. Professor Poplar might have been getting up there in years, but the other woman had managed to keep a figure that probably had all sorts of trainers thinking of her in different, more erotic roles. The fact that she had a reputation for working with Pokémon breeding probably helped, too, considering the various…

Nah, she didn’t want to think about that. She really, really didn’t want to think about her mom like that.

Instead, she forced herself to think about the maths that she still needed to nail down, and the various rules of grammar and presentation that she needed to write a paper on. If she could at least get that done tonight, she would feel like the day hadn’t been a total loss.

Click. Her mom finally opened the door and stepped inside, gesturing for Carly to join her.

The lab was…well, run-down was the best way to put it, she supposed. The whole place looked like it was covered in a layer of dirt, and she had no idea how long it had been sealed up. Long enough to make it a bit hard to breathe, for sure, the dust in the air making her cough and almost double over from the way it attacked her lungs.

It also didn’t help that the air was so thick with dust that it was impossible to see very far ahead of her face. There were machines in the distance, some that might have been power plants, and some that might have been computers, but everything else was so foggy that it was impossible to make them out.

“What – cough, cough – what the hell is this place, mom?”

“It’s the lab that I used to work at before I got the big one. You know, mommy’s first lab?”

Poplar chuckled, while Carly was still busy hacking her lungs up. She coughed again and again, thumping her hand against her chest to try and keep from choking. It was a lot harder than it should have been, and she barely managed to keep herself upright.

Her mom eventually stopped grinning like a fool and helped steady her, holding her by the elbow. Eventually, the dust seemed to settle enough for her to be able to breathe normally, and she sucked at that oxygen like a kid for soda.

“Mmph…Why couldn’t you keep it a bit cleaner down here? Or was all that dust your idea of security?”

“Well, it worked. You didn’t notice anything else happening?”

“What are you –”

She turned just in time to see her mom holding up a syringe. Carla’s eyes went wide, and she glanced down at her arm, then back up at her mom.

“You didn’t.”

“Oh, yes, I did.”

“Mom!”

“You know that I need subjects, dear. Come on, it’s not like you needed to do anything in the next few days, anyway.”

“But what if it lasts longer than that?! I have exams, remember?”

“But they’re nothing serious.”

“They’re the entrance exams for university!”

“Oh, please. You’re where you belong, anyway. Mom’s little assistant.”

Her mom reached out to ruffle her hair, but Carla was angry enough that she just shoved her mom’s hand out of the way. And then kept shoving, expecting to knock her mom back a few steps.

She didn’t expect to see her mom go flying through the air and hit the wall.

Professor Poplar hit the wall hard, gasping for breath after the impact, while Carla stared after her mom with her eyes wide. She…she’d just pushed her. How the hell…

“Well…that tells me that the serum worked…ow…”

Her mother was just starting to get to her feet, nursing an arm that was already bruising, rubbing her back with her free hand. Carla was still looking down at her hands, though, shaking her head in shock, at first, and then in denial.

Pink fur was slowly sprouting from the ends of her fingers, pink that was slowly darkening into purple and spreading along the digits. Her fingernails were darkening, becoming more like feral claws, and as she turned her hands around, she saw the beginning of pads starting to take shape along her skin.

“Mom…mom, what the fuck did you give me?”

“Oh, nothing too serious. A bit of genetic splicing along the Eevee-lution line.”

“But…mom!”

She grimaced as she felt the fur spreading up her arms, getting thicker and heavier as it went. It was already making it hard for her to concentrate on what she wanted to say, and the further it went, the hotter the warmth become, sinking through her skin and into the tissue beneath.

[i]Pokémon and human fusion? That was what she was working on?[/i]

That was not going to do anything good for the entrance exam, that was for damn sure. She was going to lose any chance to sit it, let alone actually pass it. If she was able to pass for normal in the world above after this, she would consider herself lucky.

The transformation continued as she vainly ran her hands up and down her arms, seeing if the fur could be pulled out, seeing if there was anything she could do to slow it down. The point of penetration, somewhere along her elbow, had also started to ooze fur, and something more.

Where it grew, muscle followed, and her limbs were already getting thick and heavy. She grunted as she tried to squeeze around her arm again, but the burgeoning muscle tissue was pushing her hands apart, forcing them to spread wide. Even as they grew, too, she could feel it getting worse, getting hotter, thicker, stronger, more intense.

But even that didn’t explain how she had thrown her mom across the room like that.

[i]Okay, think, think. What Pokémon had purple fur and can throw people around?[/i]

She thought about the Fighting types first, but no, there was no Eeveelution with that. There was only a –

Carla froze, then slowly reached for her forehead. She didn’t even get her fingers to the little hard spot in the middle of her forehead before her mom was grinning.

“See? I knew you’d figure it out.”

“Mom! I’m supposed to be a human, not a…an Espeon!”

“Well, it’ll be a good look for you. But I have to admit, I didn’t expect the muscles.”

And there were plenty of those. Her arms were completely changed, now, not the lithe limbs of a psychic type, but the burly limbs of a bodybuilder. She groaned as she ran her hands up and down along her swelling biceps, feeling the soft fur over them getting a bit damp as she sweated out some of her humanity.

Yet, it was the ripping that came after, as fur and muscle hit her shoulders, that really made her groan.

Carla slumped back against the wall behind her, biting her lips as she changes hit her harder and harder. Her shoulders were swelling up and out, getting thicker, and…and her spine was stretching, she belatedly realized.

“Nnnngh!”

She was growing taller, her body stretching out as her legs started to cramp, her arms grabbing hold of something – anything – to support her. She didn’t know if there was going to be psychic powers that she could actually control as this went on, but for now, the muscles in her arms were the only things keeping her from falling flat on her face.

Grunting, huffing, puffing, she felt the pressure of her muscles growing down her chest, getting thicker under her breasts and flattening them out a little bit. She was almost thankful for that, and would have been happier still if she hadn’t had a bra on that was determined to crush the air from her chest. She dropped one arm to cup her chest, feeling her muscles [i]and[/i] her breasts growing in equal measure, feeling them pushing out against her bra, trying to break through and then –

SNAP!

Her bra broke, falling to the ground under her shirt. Carla groaned, thumping her head against the wall.

“Why the fuck did you do this, mom?! They’re already big enough!”

“Not for my tastes.”

“…”

Carla panted as she looked over her shoulder. Her mom had already taken off her lab coat, and the older woman was in the process of unbuttoning her shirt. The transforming girl blinked as she saw a different syringe in her mom’s hand, and she realized that the experiment wasn’t over yet.

Nor was her mom’s speech.

“Your dad’s been gone for…a very long time,” she said. “I know that I haven’t been the best mom, but from now on…you’re going to get your mom all the time. All the time…”

And then, Professor Poplar jabbed the needle into her own neck.

“Mom!”

She didn’t even have the strength to reach out with an arm. Letting go of her chest would have dragged her down by her growing boobs; letting go of the wall would have dropped her to the floor regardless. Even so, she stared in shock at her own mother as the serum went to work.

She half-expected to see more purple fur, but no. She saw the blue skin of a Vaporeon spreading over her mom’s pale skin, spreading up her neck and then down over her shoulder. Muscles bulged, her mother’s neck becoming thicker, wider, but nevertheless still oddly feminine.

Then the changes continued on her own body, and her attention was ripped back to herself.

“Nnngh…ah…ah…”

She collapsed, finally, falling on her back as she felt the fur running up the back of her head, spreading over her ears and along her scalp. Her ears started to grow out, itching at the tips and then getting longer, more sensitive. She could hear her mother’s groans from across the room, and she struggled to focus on that, hoping, somehow, that it would make her feel a bit better.

It didn’t. All it did was make her realize that her mother was fucking [i]enjoying[/i] this, finding some sort of strange pleasure in becoming this blend of human and Pokémon. She had always been a freak.

Carla rolled on her side, trying to breathe, trying to focus on something besides the feeling of her body changing. The purple fur ran down her chest, over her stomach. Her shirt continued to rip along her shoulders until it was no longer able to hold itself together, coming apart and exposing…

Well, she hadn’t expected that. Her breasts were bigger, for sure, big enough that they were impossible to hide, even behind her thicker arms. She could feel them pressing out, soft and squishy at first, but underneath that was a shelf of muscle that she had never felt on anyone before. Her stomach tightened up as she looked at it, muscles popping in one by one as her body tightened up down there.

Human from the waist down, a mostly-Espeon from the waist up. She was a freak, alright, and getting freakier.

As her ears rose up along the sides of her head, the changes seized hold of her face. She could feel her bones cracking, shifting, grinding on each other as they started to warp. They were assembling themselves in a different formation, and images of Pokémon skulls started to fill her head, memories of what her mother had shown her when she was younger. She was losing more and more of her humanity, and she had no idea how much longer she had as a human.

Grunting under her breath, she tried to roll onto all fours. The fur was running down her legs, thickening her thighs, making them rounder and fuller. Her hips bulged, ripping through her jeans in one go, and she felt her spine push down –

[i]Tail.[/i]

She realized it a second before it ripped through her skin, pushing out and rapidly taking on the whipped, two-tipped end. As it wiggled back and forth behind her, reminding her of its existence with every twitch that it made, she could feel her body warping further and further, thickening up, her ass cheeks filling with muscle but pushing out further and further. Her underwear held out for a few seconds, then popped off with a sudden rip.

“Oooooh…ah…”

Carla groaned, knowing that her mom was moaning, but not wanting to believe it. Yet, she had to look. Something…something drew her to stare.

She looked up from the floor, seeing her mom on her knees. The older woman’s bra had already popped off, her body completely exposed from the waist up. Her breasts had ballooned, growing out like floatation devices, but they had enough weight behind them to properly bounce every time that the professor reached into her stretching pants, fingering herself and gasping in pleasure.

As she watched her mom finger herself with one hand and fondle her bigger breasts with the other, she had the perfect opportunity to see her mother’s muzzle come in. A darker blue nose was slowly replacing the one that her mother had, her mouth pushing forward, her cheeks pursing in with the beginnings of a muzzle.

Despite everything, that was what made her look more feminine. Even as her face pinched, even as she remained a bit more flat-faced, she had something different to her, something that made her look more…soft, she supposed, than the more angular muzzles of other Eeveelutions.

Carla looked away, her cheeks burning at her mother’s shameless self-pleasure. The way that the other woman gasped and moaned as she changed…it felt so…so wrong…

But as the transformation continued, making her legs throb and swell with power and muscle, she could feel the pleasure coming into her mind. It was not hers, but…but it was her mother’s…coming through the twinkling thing on her forehead.

[i]Nnngh…no…no…[/i]

But she was forced to see her mother’s thoughts, anyway, forced to detect them, to take them in and understand them. The pleasure her mom was going through washed through her mind, bringing with it pleasure that she wasn’t sure that she wanted. Carla tried to close her head to those thoughts, but the more that her mom fingered herself, the harder the pleasure hit her and the more of it stuck around.

[i]Oh, Carla. You look so hot like that. I can’t wait to shove your face between my legs. You’ll learn to be a good girl. Good, hot, sexy girl for your mom…[/i]

The thought was wrong, so very wrong, but at the same time, there was very little that she could do to push it out of her head. All she could do was think of it, take it, feel it burning in the back of her mind. She wanted…

She wanted…

“NNNNGH!”

She felt her feet pulling up in her shoes and socks, ripping through the back of it as her toes spread, as the structure of her foot changed. Her heel slowly rose up, and the ends of her toes started to fatten out, becoming more like a paw. Other bones snapped, cracked, shifted in shape and formation, and soon, she had no more human shapes at the ends of her legs.

Finally, Carla was able to push herself upright again, feeling the wobble of curves bigger than any human woman could have supported, but all the muscle that she had been given made it easy for her. She didn’t know how it worked, but she could stand, she could…she could move, and sway, and…

And she was so horny…

She didn’t want to be, not in the slightest, but her pussy burned with hunger to be touched. She was picking up more and more of her mother’s pleasure, hearing her thoughts and fantasies. The professor wanted to pin her down and eat her out, force her to cum again and again. They were going to scissor each other, their muscular legs grinding over one another as their pussies ground and smacked together.

They were going to lay over one another, eating each other out, cumming and squirting all day long.

It was such an intense mental image that she barely felt her face twisting forward, her muzzle finally growing in. It was a short, compact one, as was fitting for an Espeon, and she groaned as her mouth nearly disappeared. Her lips were non-existent, her mouth almost invisible when it was closed. She had to run her hands along her face to even feel that it was still there.

And still, her mother’s thoughts echoed through her brain.

[i]Fuck you with your own tail, shove you down on the lab table and see how strong you are when you cum your brains out over and over and over again…make you remember what you are…my daughter…mine…mine…[/i]

Carla forced herself to open her eyes, to look at her mother again. The older woman was thrusting her hips down against her hands, fucking her fingers as she grew muscular and thick, heavily curved to the point where she looked like she’d need to be in the water more often than not. Her ass was huge, and the tail that poked out from over it was just as thick and perfectly suited for swimming. Her mother’s paws were webbed, perfect for darting about in the water, and her eyes…

Her eyes were a deep blue that pulled you in, that made you want to stare. Her mom looked at her with those deep blue eyes, and the other woman growled.

“Carla…”

“Mom…”

She shivered. She wanted to be there, suddenly, wanted to be between her mother’s legs, to taste her, to be laid on like that to serve her mother. It’d never been even a fantasy before, but suddenly, the reality needed to be made to happen.

She took a step forward, her long legs, her powerful muscles carrying her with ease. Her breasts bounced, heavier than before, and if she had been any smaller, she would have been carried right off her feet.

Her mother reached out for her with one arm, and somehow, despite the chub and curves that the Vaporeon woman carried, she had the strength to grip and pull herself upright. There shouldn’t have been any way for the rounded woman to do that, but the muscle, the thickness, was there as well as the softness.

The frilled-faced woman pulled herself to her feet, and mother and daughter stared at each other.

Professor Poplar was still there; she could feel her mom behind the lust, the eagerness to study what had happened to them burning brightly behind the enhanced libido. She could feel her mom wanting to test their bodies, to see how strong they were, their strength, their stamina, their new abilities. Surely, they had some of the skills that the Pokémon had, the professor thought.

Yet, under that, there was a different sort of brain. A beast brain, she was thinking of it as. Something that wanted nothing more than to fuck, to rut, to be in charge and to show others what it meant to be the strong, powerful woman that Professor Poplar had always wanted to be. Her mother had pushed this, made this happen, to show that she was more than just a pervert.

It didn’t matter that she didn’t want to be a pervert, though. This thing just wanted to fuck, to rut, and then fuck again. It wanted –

“Carla…”

The Vaporeon woman leaned in, tail thrashing behind her. They were breast to breast, boob to boob, nipple to nipple as they pressed together. Her mom grabbed her by the hips, and Carla groaned.

“I told you you’d be able to write your own ticket to any university you wanted.”

“Mom…I’m…”

“Anyone would want someone like you…”

Her mother’s hands drifted further down, pressing onto her thighs. She knew that she should stop it, but her mother’s willpower was overwhelming her own, the pressure of her mother’s need breaking down whatever resistance she had as a psychic.

“But why would you want to go to college, or go anywhere, when you could stay here with me…and let mom take care of her daughter…”

Those hands pushed her thighs apart, and she felt the wet fingers of a Vaporeon hybrid between her legs. Carla arched her back, dripping already from the arousal that her mother’s thoughts had forced into her head. It only got worse as her mother forced three fingers inside of her, forcing her to stretch, to open up.

She thumped against the wall as her mother shoved her back, wet fingers pumping in and out of her, forcing her to open up more and more.

“Yes, that’s it. Let mother show you where you belong.”

“Mom…mmmph…ah…ah…”

“You know what you need…”

Her mother’s fingers must have had some practice at this. That, or her mother was overwhelming her mind with pleasure and her body was just reacting to it. Either way, Carla didn’t know how to handle it. The Espeon’s arms dropped to her sides, her fingers curling along the wall, her legs spreading further and further.

Three fingers became four, and the other hand came up, pressing against her breasts. Carla moaned, her cheeks burning through her fur, her ears laying flat along the top of her head in embarrassment.

“That’s it. Are you going to cum for your mother, Carla? I know you want to…”

“Yes…”

She said it before she realized what she was saying. Despite everything, she was getting re-written. She could see everything that her mother wanted, everything that her mother desired of her. A good girl that would stay home, that would help her with experiments, that would pleasure her in the way that her husband no longer did. Professor Poplar wanted things that were impossible, things that a normal person would never want.

But the psychic power she had now meant that it was getting jammed into her brain, and she was being forced to take on the identity that her mother imagined for her. She was changing, warping, becoming attracted to the woman in front of her.

She panted, moaning from the fingering as she leaned in and kissed her mother under the frill. The other female’s skin was softer, smoother than her own, and wet with a cool sweat. She licked it, and it sent a shiver down her spine.

“Mmm, good girl…”

The stronger Vaporeon carried them to the ground, and they rolled until they were in a sixty-nine. She was looking up at her mother’s dripping sex, wetter than anything that she’d ever seen in porn. Being a Water-type must have done more to her mother than she realized, just like becoming a Psychic-type had done more to her.

One lick, and Carla moaned, her eyes rolling back in her head, her body shaking from head to toe. It burned at her, fucked with her, pushed her closer to the edge than it had any right to do.

“Lick mommy, now.”

Thick hips and a thick tail wobbled over her face, and she did as she was told. With those fantasies burning through her mind, there was nothing else that she could do.

Shoving her face between her mother’s thighs, she licked from her little pearl all the way back to her pucker. Her tongue was coated with the thick slime that the Vaporeon was putting off, and she groaned as she tasted what she had been smelling on a low-level ever since the change had started. The wetness was hot, a bit bitter, but thick and heavy over her tongue. The pheromones coming off were thick enough to keep her wet, too, forcing her to drip more and more over her own ass and tail.

Another lick, another, each one forced by the fantasies that were coming down the mental pipeline. Every now and then, she got one back, and whenever she felt it, she groaned, arching her back and thrusting her hips upwards, but it was never more than a tease, never more than the bit of pleasure that she needed to keep on edge. The hunger for it, the urge to be filled with more than just fingers, to feel her mother’s tongue, was never fully satisfied. Instead, there was just an edge of it, a hint of pleasure and teasing to keep her going.

She, on the other hand, never stopped licking, never stopped giving what she was required. More and more, she dragged her tongue over that plump pussy, over that swollen slit. Every time, her mother moaned, or pushed back, or actively sat on her face for a few seconds to get more, and then they were back where they started.

Lick, lap, lick, lap, each one that much more intense, that much more powerful as she tasted her mother’s juices, her mother’s pleasure. Even without getting licked in turn, she felt her own pleasure rising. Maybe it was what she was reading out of her mother’s mind, or maybe there was something that bound them together, some sort of empathic thing, but the closer her mom got to orgasm, the closer she got.

She grabbed at that chunky rump, fondling it, feeling the muscle under the fat. She pulled it apart, dragging her tongue over her mother’s pussy a few more times before kissing that pearl again. Her mother’s clit swelled, and she pulled it into her mouth, sucking on it, lavishing it with attention.

Finally, after who knew how long, the Vaporeon came, and when she did, it was a flood.

“OOOOOOOOH FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!”

The shout echoed through the lab, undercut by a squirt that might as well have been a Water Gun attack from between the Vaporeon’s legs. Carla’s head was whipped back from the floor, shoved into the ground, sprayed with the heavy, thick, musky juices that she had almost been drowning on for the last few minutes. She was soaked from head to neck, and several computers shorted out behind them.

At the same time, a second, smaller orgasm hit her, almost like a hands-free thing, untouched save by her mother’s fantasies. The image of being pinned, of her fluids being sampled to create more and more hybrids like them, took her over the edge. A smaller squirt shot out of her, and that –

“NNNGH!”

Another orgasm from her mother, something that rebounded on the psychic bond that they had. Another blast, another near-drowning in her mother’s pleasure as the Pokémon hybrid overhead came a second time.

They laid there, panting, gasping, shivering from the exertion that they had gone through. Carla the student, Carla the human, Carla the one that never wanted to stick around, was fading fast. She was being replaced by the Carla that Professor Poplar wanted, the student, the assistant, the lover.

And the more that she disappeared, the less that the new one minded. She was here to be a good girl for her mother, and that was all.

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]