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Featuring a male Sylveon and a male human

I sat up in a daze, what time was it, what was going on? Something was under my covers and doing... well, it felt really good. It took a few seconds to get my bearings, but I flung the covers aside and focused on whatever was making me feel this way. To my utter shock, I saw my Sylveon; he had a paw on either side of my arousal, and the member in question was deep inside his mouth.

Thinking this was just a good dream, I laid back, letting my Pokemon suck me off. It had been so long that I had forgotten what it was like to have your rod bathed by the tongue of another living creature. It felt awesome, to say the least, and I could tell that this wasn't the first time Sylveon had done this. In... in my dream, right?

Frowning, I looked down at him again. He was certainly preoccupied with himself, I could see. It was dark out, but the moon shone more than enough light to see his tongue lapping at my member a few times before he sunk back down its length, which made me shutter. This... this was too real, though. Something inside of me knew that this wasn't a dream, and, in a sudden panic, I cried out at Sylveon, demanding he stop.

"Syl!" He said, grinning as my cock fell upon my groin.

Before I could do anything, confront him or yell, the Pokemon sprung up towards my face. We collided, the force of which sent me back to the pillow, but already I could feel something weird happening. You know when you go to bed after a long, tiring day? One full of hard work, and you just fall asleep instantly? It was like that; within seconds, I blacked out.

. . .

The thing that woke me up first was the alarm's vibration. It was resting on a hollow bedside table, so the vibration shook the thing to no end. The sound came a split second later, but my hand was already flying towards it with utter fury. As angrily as I could, but as careful as well, I stopped the alarm and sat up in bed. The dream... that dream... it all came flooding back within seconds.

Frowning, I flung the warmth of the covers off and looked down; my underwear wasn't wet, in fact, it was snug against my morning wood. No sign of... well, the reason I was so hard. Sylveon... he was sucking me off, wasn't he? After a second, I looked over at his adorable little Pokemon bed, surely enough, he was stretching awake. If he had done this, he'd probably still be sleeping.

With a groan, I brought my feet to the carpet and rested my elbows on my thighs, face in a rubbing hand. What a weird dream. I mean, yeah, I tried doing stuff with Sylveon before. I'd leave my door open when I was wacking off, or forget to put on underwear a few times after a shower, but whenever he saw it, Sylveon would just turn his head, almost sneering at my nudity. I stopped after the fourth or so time he saw me naked, so... If I had woken up to him sucking me off, I'd need a good explanation.

The wood slowly went away as I pulled my shorts up, but just as quickly came back as Sylveon walked out of the room, and I caught a glance. Quickly, I rose, the horny bastard I was, and chased him. He was swinging his hips in just the way that made that pearly white sack swing so wonderfully. Every step, his sack swung to, and bounced off, his chubby thigh, only for it to happen again and again and again, damn was it a sight. I made sure to avert my gaze when he looked back.

After a breakfast sandwich - eggs, bacon, cheese, and ham on an Galar muffin -, which was as delicious as it sounds, I grabbed my keys and looked down at Sylveon, who, conveniently, had just finished eating his own kibble. Today was a day just about him, my boss had invited me to dinner, but there's no way in hell I was going to sit in some stuffy house and kiss ass for three hours. Today, we were going shopping.

What for, you ask?

Doesn't matter. Living in Lumiose City, or, well, the outskirts of it, meant that you didn't have to need a specific thing in order to have a fun trip. So many winding footpaths and alleys, streets and busy bridges, and the shops! Clothing, bikes, hiking gear, Poke Balls, furniture, nicknacks, shoes, electronics, food - both vegan and carnivore, I once found that many stories in the width of a single block!

The only bad part about living so far away from it all was that I couldn't take my bike or walk, a trip to the city required me to take a car. As we drove, my mind went back to that dream I had. Wasn't it weird? I mean, the pleasure that I felt, it didn't feel like a lucid dream or anything, it was real. The feeling of being sucked off is one most people don't forget, and it wasn't like I was lacking for female company either. What I could remember, besides the pleasure, was being headbutted by Sylveon, and feeling like I passed out. Wait...

I know for a fact Sylveon knows Draining Kiss... It's a fairy type move that somehow deals damage. More important than the smidge of damage it does, however, is the obvious draining effect one feels. Here's a fun fact, it's being studied for its use on insomniacs and people with sleeping conditions. It's entirely possible that Sylveon used the move on me and... well, knocked me out and did whatever he wanted to do to me. I would have been at his mercy.

Looking over at the cute little Pokemon, I wonder if he had that kind of depravity in him. It wasn't like I was a bad master or anything, far from it. I was kind and always cared for him, hell, Sylveon was my only Pokemon. If I had more than one Pokemon, I'd just kinda feel sorry about it, like I can't give each and every one the attention they deserve. Before I knew it, we were merging into a lane for a cheap parking garage, we were at Lumiose City.

I locked the car as we walked off. Lumiose wasn't a dangerous place by any stretch of the word, but it's always a good idea to lock your doors. Once on the busy sidewalk, I ignored the sense of awe that comes from being within a big city. After all, the people, the buildings, no, sky scrapers, it was all a lot to take in. We strode off... well, somewhere. The cool part about exploring a city is that there's so much to do that any direction you set off in is a new adventure in and of itself.

Along the way, we saw all sorts of neat shops and stands and food carts, it was amazing! There were restaurants that were built into alleys that sat no more than ten customers they were so small, vending machines that offered more choices than most grocery stores do. Some stores so closely resembled homes that I even saw a few people getting chased out of the actual houses, confused looks on their faces.

We stopped at a few stores, but they just sold nicknacks, nothing that really caught my eye, and Sylveon didn't try and get my attention for anything. Before we left this particular street, by chance, and I do mean that, I caught the glimpse of an odd, out of place sign. It looked like one of those old, medieval signs, all carved and swinging from a timber. It read, "Gespardo's Goods." I was having a blast going through the city, so why not? Plus, the sign, the shop, and Gespardo's goods did look a little... well, out of place in this street.

The door was a bit hard to open and the doorframe was a bit small for someone of my height, but the minor inconvenience was worth it. Inside of the shop was amazing, clearly built for people under six feet tall, but the amount of stuff... sheer stuff on the walls and tables and hanging from the ceiling was astounding. I mean, there were things inside this shop that I'd only expect to find in some catalog from my childhood, like a small bottle that was labeled "Invisible Spray," some glasses that might as well have been x-ray glasses, just so many cool nick nacks.

My curiosity went rampant in the store, I picked things up, looked, shook, poked, even smelled, the store captivated my senses better than anything ever had. I was about to pick yet another item up when something got my attention more so than anything else ever had. It was a doll, a plushie of a Sylveon. I made my way to it, ducking over some pipe and stepping over a bundle of old books, and picked it up. The doll, if you could call it that, was roughly the same size as my own Sylveon was. I'd have to guess that it was maybe a third of his actual height and weight, about 30ish pounds and two feet tall. Besides the oddly unusual weight to this doll was something else that caught my eye. It seemed like everything else in this store, but this was unlike anything that I had yet seen.

Everyone flips toys around to check if they have bits, right? You know, when your dad took you to the boring ass hardware store and you had nothing to do but look at the animals on the endcap of the register? You looked at the horses, looked between their legs, right? Well, that's what I did, and I was immediately greeted with a hefty looking sheath and a fat set of balls. Balls that swung back and forth as realistically as Sylveon's did back at the house.

Curiosity drove me to touch them and, to my shock, they felt like the real deal. They were intoxicating to touch, it was the closest thing I had gotten to touching Sylveon's balls... well, ever. He was too uptight and proud to let me touch. I massaged them, gently rubbing around the furry sack, imagining that this was the real deal, and I couldn't deny that my pants grew stiff. My heart raced as I groped this doll, when something even stranger happened, something that made me cry out in fear.

Out poked the tip of a cock on that hefty looking sheath. A red canine cock, one that I knew Sylveon had hidden, tucked away so close yet so unattainable for me. I cried out because, well, rubbing a ball sack is one thing, but when the 'doll,' gets an erection, or the start of one, it's... well, weird, right? The cock grew a bit more before slowly moving back into its sheath, so I began to rub the doll's balls again, coaxing the shaft out. It grew more and more, growing an astounding amount. If I had to guess, minus the bulging knot, the doll's length was easily around seven inches, not including the inch of a knot. This doll was certainly well endowed...

"Sylveon..." Came a whining voice.

I jumped out of my skin, hiding the doll behind me and frantically turned around. In front of me, by my shoes, was Sylveon, a fierce blush on his face. Smiling, I walked back a bit and placed the doll back on its shelf, and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Hey boy, what's up?" I asked.

And that's when this day got weird.

Sylveon, blushing harder than I've ever seen him blush before, looked down and lifted a hind leg, showing off his endowment. My eyes bulged at the large, erect cock, but just as soon as Sylveon flashed me, he put his leg down. He looked up at me, pleading to be put in his Pokeball, and I was quick to give him this reprieve, even if I did want to do nothing but look at him. After the light flashed and consumed him, I slipped his Pokeball back into my pocket and whirled around, staring at the doll. To my utter fright, the doll, that two foot tall Sylveon I had been fondling up until a few seconds ago, it was now a Pokeball.

I stood there for what felt like an eternity.

This had to be a joke, right? Smoke and mirrors? I didn't really know what else this could have been. When I grabbed the ball, it felt... well, real. It had real weight to it, just like a Pokeball would, the only difference was that it was furry, like it was a plush Pokeball. I held it close and looked around for the store owner, and to my shock, found that he was looking at me. Well, the proper wording might be... he was looking in my general vicinity. The guy had the whitest eyes I'd ever seen, and was clearly relying more on his hearing than he was his vision. I stumbled through merchandise as I made my way towards him, and apparently his Ninetales.

"Hello, young man. What might we have in our hands?" The man said, putting down one of those cigarette extender things that people in the 20's used to use.

"Yeah, hi, um... Yeah, I have no fucking idea, and I'm a little confused."

"Well, what is it?" He snapped, holding out a hand.

I placed the Pokeball in his wrinkled, calloused palm, and he instantly started laughing. He set the Pokeball thing down, cigarette thing up, and took a puff before leaning back in his creaky chair. The Ninetales eyed me suspiciously, but the man ran his hand through its fur and grinned, hard.

"My friend, you've found the voodoo doll. It typically latches to the Pokemon of someone who gazes upon its form, I assume it was that Sylveon you happened to fondle."

"I... um... wha-"

"No need. It's inevitable when one picks up the doll." He sighed, placing it under the bench. "How might I be able to help you?"

"To be honest..." My heart was racing, mind was open, I was willing to accept anything for that thrill of fondling Sylveon again. "How much for the... the voodoo doll?" The words were alien in my mouth, but my intent was there.

"Ooooh..." The old man's mouth opened into a wide, nearly toothless smile. "Is someone lonely?"

"N-no, just... I think it would be fun to play a prank or two on him." I said, but yes, I was lonely. Pining after Sylveon had left me a rather empty husk of a human in terms of dating.

"A prank, eh?" He grinned, before shrugging and putting the plush Pokeball back onto the counter. "I'll let you have it for oh... 150??"

I frowned a bit but shelled out the money. A hundred and fifty wasn't bad at all for something that would allow me to finally fuck my Sylveon. The Pokeball had a weird weight to it when I picked it up, but nothing about this shop wasn't weird, especially that Ninetales. Big and white, fluffy, blue eyes, she looked beautiful, but I had a feeling that she'd freeze me solid without a second thought.

The man offered me a receipt, but I shook my head and quickly walked out of Gaspardo's Goods, wanting to forget as much as possible about the place. With the two Pokeballs in my pocket, I made my way back to the car and left the city as soon as possible. I felt a lot safer once I was on the road, car humming away as my heart pounded in my chest. I had done it. Bought a real live voodoo doll of my Pokemon, my Sylveon. It was exciting to say the least.

It was only noon when I pulled into the driveway, but I felt almost ready for bed. I stepped out of my car, grabbed the stuff I bought, and hurriedly shuffled into the house. It was frantic and nerve-wracking, setting the Pokeballs on the counter. I knew which was which, I wasn't an idiot, but they just looked so identical. With a shaky hand, I grabbed Sylveon's Pokeball and let him out. There was a flash of light, red energy, and there he stood before me. My eye was on the voodoo doll's Pokeball at the same time, and it felt weird.

All of a sudden, there was some weird shift in my vision, like my eyes couldn't focus on the Pokeball. After a few seconds, there it was, in all its glory. Sylveon jumped up onto the counter as I looked on in odd fascination and gave the doll a lick. He recoiled immediately, a confused look on his face as I chuckled, already feeling the wood rising in my pants. A prank... sure.

"Syl?" He frowned as he looked at the doll.

"This, dear Sylveon, is a special, special doll." I picked it up, lifted one of its realistic legs, and rubbed its paw.

As I did, Sylveon's eyes grew wide. His leg moved upwards, he frantically looked at it, and gasped his name when he felt his paw get rubbed by an invisible force. With a quick glance back to me, he blushed, and looked back down at his paw. No matter how much he struggled against the invisible force, Sylveon couldn't put it down. It wasn't until I moved the doll's leg down that he could.

With a grin, I walked into the living room with the doll, Sylveon following me close behind, curiously looking up. I sat down and held it on my lap, but Sylveon whined his name when he couldn't sit in front of me. Maybe I enjoyed this power a bit too much, but I moved his legs for him, putting them both into a sitting position. I ran my hand through the hair on the doll's head, grinning as Sylveon leaned into them. It looked a little silly, especially since nobody was petting him.

"So." I stated, resting my hand on the doll's back. "I had the funniest dream last night."

I opened the doll's mouth with my hand as Sylveon blushed hard, and stuck a finger in. It was such a strange feeling, mainly because it felt exactly like what I'd expect his mouth to feel like. I felt around his tongue, maw, lips, and teeth, before bringing it up and rubbing the saliva between my fingers. This was quite the doll.

"I dreamt that you were giving me quite a passionate blowjob. I'll ask this once, was it really a dream?" Sylveon looked down at the ground, and, strangely enough, the doll's head moved down with him.

"S-Syl..." He said, shaking his head no.

"Are you sure?" I undid my pants after a few seconds of looking at him. Sylveon blushed hard, frowning as he looked away from my naked groin, but I caught him peeking. "Are you sure you didn't suck me off and then knock me out?"

Again, Sylveon shook his head furiously. I smiled, and opened the voodoo doll's mouth, pointing him downwards. He looked at me, nervous yet seemingly excited, as I lowered the realistic doll within inches of my cock. From the doll emanated warm gusts of moist air that made my already painfully erect rod throb with anticipation. I held him there for a few seconds, just soaking in this view of him. Mouth wide open, eyes begging for me to do what he knew I was going to do.

Without much hesitation, I gave it to him. I pushed his head down all five and a half inches of my cut cock, and to say that it was a snug fit was an understatement. With a shiver, I sat back on the couch and began to move the doll's head up and down my mast. Every now and again, I'd look down at Sylveon, whose eyes were closed from the sheer satisfaction of what was happening, and knew I had made the right choice. He really did enjoy this.

I even felt his tongue begin to move around the bottom of my shaft, the doll's tongue, that is. It seemed as if there were certain things Sylveon could do to the doll, but for the most part, I'd say the doll was in control. I took it slow with the doll, since I hadn't been able to do something like this in years, and the slowness was amazing. The control I had over Sylveon was impossibly hot as well.

It was hard to believe that Sylveon was actually handling this so well. One look over when my cock was inside of him, and I saw that there was some weird size transfer thing. Just as the doll's cheeks were bulging, so were Sylveon's. Each thrust and you could tell that the ghost cock... thing... inside of the real Sylveon's mouth was much thicker and much longer than my own member was. Part of me actually really liked that. Being able to stretch his mouth open, thrusting whenever I wanted to, however hard I wanted to.

With a grunt, I pushed myself deeper into the doll's mouth, pushing and scrunching Sylveon's nose up against my groin. The only thing that I knew was that I wanted more of this feeling, more Sylveon, more tongue, but something suddenly happened that made me tense up. Hard.

Soft sucking noises came from the doll. Sylveon, the devious creature that he was, was sucking me off even as he licked and had his mouth fucked. If I wasn't feeling it yet, feeling this tight, wet, warm mouth, I certainly was now. Everything felt so much better when he sucked. When I tried to pull my painfully erect cock out of his mouth, it was sucked back in, that was how hard he was going at it. My toes curled in pleasure, gripping the carpet as I picked my pace up.

Each quick thrust in, every frantic push down, it brought me closer and closer to one of the best orgasms I'd ever experience. That was how much faith I held in my Sylveon's cock sucking abilities. It was unreal just how quick his tongue lapped at the spot under my tip, just how strong the suction was, just how wet and hot his mouth was. I moaned weakly, unsure of myself only for a split second, but resolve to cum inside fueled me to fuck his mouth even harder.

"S-suck harder..." I moaned as I drew close.

Sylveon obeyed me, sucking me as hard as he was able to. I didn't last much longer after that, it was just too much. With a few more frantic, final pushes, there was an explosive blast of cum that rocketed out of my tip. It quickly filled and overflowed from the doll's mouth, and the resulting mess on Sylveon was amazing. He was absolutely covered in my cum, his maw, chest, and most of his paws were drenched.

As I pulled out of him, the doll gave me a small suck, which made me quiver. We sat there, me on the couch, flaccid cock slowly shrinking, Sylveon on the floor, cleaning his fur. Neither of us made any move towards each other; I still wasn't sure if he'd strangle me in my sleep. After a few minutes of awkward stares at each other, I picked the doll up and turned it around on my lap. Sylveon's eyes grew wide and he tried to snag the doll, but I quickly stopped him.

With a grunt, I picked the actual Pokemon up and laid him down on the couch next to me, spreading his legs wide. I saw such a wonderful sight there, a fat sheath and an amazing ball sack. Sylveon looked up into my eyes, but I didn't see any terror or anything else that would have turned me off from touching his sheath. When I touched it, I felt sparks jump into my body. I had wanted to do this for so fucking long that it wasn't even silly, and there I was, groping my Sylveon.

The little Pokemon bit his lip and I could feel his knot swelling inside of his sheath. It happened quick, the tip of his reddish-pink canine looking cock poked out, followed by inch after inch. When the knot swelled further, when he got completely erect just from me touching him, I was astounded at his length.

"Dear Arceus, guy..." I said as I held his cock in my hand. "How big are you?"

"Syl-Sylveon!" He squeaked and writhed as I explored him, but I didn't let him wiggle out.

"I'll be right back, stay here."

With haste, I got up and jogged into the kitchen, my stiffening length flopping against my thighs. There was a measuring tape in the drawer, which I grabbed. This was just a question I needed the answer to. When I got back into the living room, I saw that he was lying down, but the hornieness I felt just overtook me. I grabbed one of his legs and lifted him, spreading his leg without fight and got another look at that awesome cock again.

Sylveon was breathing heavily as I took his measurements. His length was so hard that I was a little scared for him; it was almost maroon, and just looked like it hurt. I'd have to take care of it just after I finished measuring that knot of his. I placed the tape measurer down and grinned, my eyes wide with amazement.

"You're twelve inches long, your knot has a diameter of three inches, and your shaft alone is two... You're fucking loaded my guy." I laughed; it was hard to believe that any creature that small could have a cock that... awesome.

Before he could squirm away again, I grabbed his length, holding under his knot like it was a wine glass. He started to pant as I ran my finger up and down him ever so slowly, I wanted to enjoy this. All my time spent with him I had thought about this moment, and I wasn't going to just get it over with quickly. Every second I held his knot, I could feel Sylveon's heartbeat once or twice, each time his length would throb, and that's when I noticed just how leaky he was.

Each time his length pulsed, some amount of his gooey, clear precum would dribble out of his tip, soon, my hand was soaked. Clearly, he was letting on much more than he wanted me to know, but I didn't need his recognition. I knew he liked this. I knew he wanted me to do more than just run my finger along him, but I couldn't help myself. This was just too much fun, way too much fun.

"Do you want me to suck on it?" I asked, grinning.

He nodded.

"Really?" I drew closer.

A frantic nod, and a slight grimace.

"I... think... not." With each word, I flicked his cock, starting from the tip, then the middle, then his bulbous knot.

With a devious grin I let go of his length and wiped the precum off on his fur. Sylveon looked at me confusedly, as if he was wondering why he wasn't getting sucked off at this very second. He got up and ran after me as I walked into the kitchen, but I ignored him. When I grabbed a bowl and some cereal, that was when he spoke up.

"Sylveon!" He angrily said.

"Hmm?" I looked down at him.

Sylveon frowned and turned, lifting a leg to show of his arousal, which almost dropped down to the floor. I just chuckled and poured myself some cereal, shaking my head. The milk was poured and I went into the living room with the bowl, the angry Pokemon following behind.

"Sylveon!" He nearly roared.

"Yes?"

Again, he showed me his length.

"You want me to suck on you?"

A frantic, angry nod.

"Then listen here," My voice grew dark, and I continued, "I haven't dated anyone for years now, all because I wanted to be with you. You didn't want to, though, so I got this doll, and especially after last night, I thought you might want me.

Sylveon's eyes grew wide and nervous, and he looked down at the ground.

"So, if you want me to suck you off, I will, but I want to do it often, not just this once. We're going to do this much more often."

Sylveon looked down at the ground for a few seconds as he thought my proposition over. I could tell that he wanted to be sucked off more than anything, but I also saw some of that stubborn pride flash in his eyes. He looked up at me, that scowl, that disapproving scowl that I've seen so many times before, glaring back at me. Well, it was a good run, but I guess it was over no-

"Syl!" He mewed, nodding his head.

My eyes widened in surprise, and I set the cereal bowl on the table beside me. I told him again that this would be something we'd be doing whenever I felt like it, and he still nodded. Is this what a leaping heart feels like? Like your dreams have been answered?

"A-alright! Then hop up on the couch and get on your back!" I joyfully commanded.

Sylveon smiled at me before he did as he was told. I scooched in closer to get a better view of this bounty that awaited me, and the sight was just as impressive as it was the last time. Bulging knot, throbbing cock, veins spider-webbing around and up his thick shaft. Again I scooped it like one would a wine glass, picking some fur off of it. As I felt his heartbeat, my own member started to get stiff again, but I paid that little mind.

With a soft smile, I moved down to his length, putting his throbbing tip inside of my mouth. I felt it spurt one, two, three hot wads of precum onto my tongue, which I used to work myself down his length. It worked well, and I was soon at my meager four-inch limit, but Sylveon didn't seem to mind, if anything, he groaned even more. The spewing tip coated the roof of my mouth as I began to work on it, using the saliva and precum that drooled out of me as a lubricant to jerk him off.

Every time I sucked down his shaft, I made sure to lick in all sorts of directions, directions that made his toes curl in pleasure. This might have been the first time I'd ever given a blowjob, but I'd be fucked if it meant that it would be a bad one. I let go of the hand holding the knot between my fingers and began to rub it. Sylveon mewed his cute little name as I did so, he clearly enjoyed that. Instead of jerking him off, I began to use both hands to play with his thick knot.

Eventually, my mouth got so full of our fluids that I had to swallow it, but it quickly was wetted again by his spewing tip. I didn't know how he was able to shoot so much precum into my awaiting maw, but I was glad he could. The liquid, while slimy, didn't taste as bad as my own precum had. It tasted more like some weird vanilla flavor, which was intoxicating in and of itself.

Sylveon began to pant the first few syllables of his name, he was close, but he didn't dare hump my mouth. I certainly would have scolded him then, but what I did instead was grab around his balls and right above his knot, squeezing them as hard as I could. It made him clench up and whimper, the sound made me uneasy, but I didn't want him shooting his load just yet. After a minute of looking into his pleasure-clouded eyes, I eased up on his shaft, beginning to stroke him off again, but I held on tight to his balls.

He began to shiver as I started to suck again, swirling my tongue around his pointed, tapered tip. It was hard as a rock from all the excitement and constriction, and the stuff that came out was just flooding my mouth at this point. Instead of swallowing, I let it just flow out of me, thoroughly soaking his pelvis and the couch I was sucking him off on. I felt two taps on my head, which caused me to look up. The look on Sylveon's face was one of horrible want, and the need for relief.

"You wanna cum?" I said as I stroked him off, leaning into his cock as I licked.

"Sy-S-Sylveon!" He squeaked out.

"Not yet." Wrapping my hands around his shaft, I could tell that he was pissed off with me, but the anger quickly faded as I put the tip of his tapered shaft back into my mouth.

Once I felt like he had calmed down, I brought one finger down to his tight, pink asshole and touched it. Even a single touch from me made him tense up hard, and I knew that this would be fun to experiment with. After wetting my finger on our combined liquids, I again went down and made him tense up again. Even if it was just up to the first joint of my finger, Sylveon could barely handle being penetrated.

"Loosen up for me if you wanna cum, buddy." I said, letting go of his balls and reaching up, stroking his face.

Sylveon whimpered and leaned into my hand, but obeyed, as a few seconds later, I was able to push deep inside of him. It didn't come without him moaning the weirdest sound I'd ever heard. It was loud at first, he was obviously in pain, but his voice cracked halfway through it, and became more of a soft, moaning groan. The... whatever it was... made me chuckle, but a snide look from him quickly shut me up. I couldn't stop grinning, however, not until I reached back down and stuffed his cock inside of my mouth.

As I began to move his meat around, I pushed the finger in and out of his tight, clenching hole, my cock throbbing as I imagined that it could have been my dick. Every time it would get a bit hard to move, I'd pull it out and wet it again, before driving it back inside. There was this small little thing I felt each time I pushed my finger in as far as it would go. Whenever I rubbed it, I could feel his cock throb, and heard him gasp in surprised pleasure.

Once I figured out that it was his prostate, I went crazy, rubbing it as slow and as sensually as I could manage. Small little circles was all it took for Sylveon's rear legs to instinctively begin to hump, but whenever he did that, I backed off. The last thing I wanted to do was choke to death on Sylveon cock. With each rub, suck, and stroke, I knew that he was getting closer. I could hear it in his panting, the moaning of his name. The power I felt as I sucked him off, that I got from knowing I was in control of this creature's pleasure, it nearly made me cum.

"Sylveon," I asked after I pulled off of his dripping, throbbing length. "do you want to cum now?"

He frantically nodded.

"And you promise to be my pet?"

A hesitant nod, that quickly turned into another quick one.

"Alright." I said, beginning to jerk him off quick. He began to moan his name, squirming in my hand as I rubbed his prostate and moved my hand up and down his slick shaft as quick as I could. I squeezed hard as I moved, knowing that he needed more, desired more, his squirms and frightening moans were all I needed. As he was all of two or three seconds from his orgasm, I whispered into his ear, "Just let it all out..."

And with that, he came. The first few ropes were lightning quick and hit my chin and soaked my shirt before I could leave his ear, I rapidly began to beat him off. His cum flew everywhere, his shaking body made it hard to shoot it onto the hardwood floor, so it went all over the couch and himself, and a few spurts even made it onto my own semi-naked body. He screamed loud as he shot rope after rope of pent up cum, soaking everything. It seemed as if, however, he spew all he could after thirty seconds or so, because one second I was milking this Pokemon, the next it was a pathetic dribble out of his tip.

When all was said and done, I gave him one last hard stroke, pulling the rest of the cum from his length, and sat back as he panted beside me. At this point, I was rock hard, but a single touch to my length told me that I was still way too sensitive from the last blowjob to see if he wanted to do anything else. Curiosity overtook me as I looked at the sticky white stuff on my hand, so I brought my hand to my mouth and gave it a small lick. Much to my surprise, it tasted vastly different from the precum; salty and bitter instead of somewhat vanilla.

I grimaced and wiped my hand off on my shirt as Sylveon laid in the same spot, panting. It seemed as if the blowjobs had taken a lot out of him, but he was a bit too messy to not be put in the bath, and the same could be said about me. But for now, I rested there, in his company. We'd done something I had wanted to do for a long time now, and it felt even better than I ever imagined it could have.

"S-Sylveon?" He said in a daze, sitting up.

"Hey boy, welcome back!" I pulled him close to me, hugging him tight for what felt like the first time in forever, but he pushed me away after a few seconds. When I looked down at him, I could see that he was looking at the voodoo doll. "Oh, that? Yeah, I'll get rid of it tomorrow. Alright?" I rubbed under his maw, something he had loved when he was an Eevee, and it did make him smile. "Now, how about we take a shower? Maybe watch some TV before going to bed."

Sylveon seemed to agree with the idea, so we both got up. As he turned the shower on, I grabbed a rag and a sponge and wiped our messes up before they dried. I flung the soaked stuff into the sink and was about to join Sylveon in the shower when something inside of me narrowed. The sensation was hard to explain, but I felt that, if I got rid of the voodoo doll, Sylveon would almost instantly go back to being his bitchy self, and I didn't want this being just a one-time thing. I loved him too much for that, especially now that I knew what he tasted like.

I went into the living room and grabbed the voodoo doll, bringing it to those cupboards above the fridge that nobody actually uses. Once it was secure and hidden behind a few cans of SPAM that must have been there when I bought the house, I joined him. The shower we took was long and quiet. Sylveon, it seemed, was still a little nervous of the voodoo doll, so I told him it was safe and in the car. It put him at ease a bit, but I could tell that he was still a little skeeved out about it.

Once we were done washing up, we could have gotten out of the tub, but I didn't really want to. I was enjoying my time with him so much that all I wanted to do was sit down. Much to my surprise, Sylveon didn't leave the shower, instead sitting between my legs, on his haunches. I was glad of the view that he gave me but was a little confused as to why he hadn't left. Sylveon typically hated showers.

"You're not getting out?" I asked.

He shook his head, and I saw why a few seconds later. His tip was already poking out of his fat sheath, the very sight aroused me easily. When he bent down and licked whatever flaccidity out of me, I was positive something was up, but I didn't question it. Sylveon looked at me before standing on his hind legs. I looked at him, confused, but when he motioned down to his length with his head, I realized that, just as he had licked me hard, he wanted me to lick him hard.

My mind was blurred from the erection and lust I felt, so I leaned down, getting on my knees and licking the Pokemon to full mast. Once his own length was throbbing, I sat back down on the edge of the tub and smiled. Sylveon, instead of joining me, laid on his back on the curved hill of the tub, and called my name. Confusion seemed to be the name of the game right now, but again, I followed his lead. He made me kneel and straddle him, and it quickly clicked when he wrapped ribbons around both of our cocks, bringing them together.

I flexed my shaft hard against his, trying not to show the fact that he was over twice as long as I was, but if he cared about that, he didn't seem to mind. He began to rub the both of us off; we were frotting. My warm, average sized length against his own monstrous, knotted one. Speaking of, his knot pressed into my ball sack, which made me shiver. Even though it felt great, I still wanted to be in control, so I told him to take his ribbons off our lengths.

When he did, I wrapped my hand around our cocks, and groaned as I began to hump him. Every thrust forward made me whimper, the sensitivity from the blowjob and the heat from the shower had made it so much more appealing. Sylveon began to squirm under my hand, but I didn't care. All I knew was that I needed to fuck the underbelly of his own fat, massive rod.

He squirmed harder and harder with each passing second, and as I wondered how close he was, Sylveon surprised me by shouting his name, frantically wrapping our lengths in his ribbons and rubbing. He rubbed hard and fast, each second that went by he was able to go up and down our rods three or four times. It instantly brought me to the edge of an orgasm, but Sylveon, apparently, was already shooting his hot, sticky load all over his belly.

I could feel each powerful clench on the sensitive underbelly of my own tip, each rhythmic blast he gave made me squirm as well. After a few more moments of this, I realized that I couldn't hold it in, and gave into his ribbon barrage. My hands went to either side of the tub as I came all over his cock, spewing what little was in my balls all over his pulsing, thick shaft. After a few seconds, I grew lightheaded and nearly fell on top of him, and if it wasn't for me propping myself up, I probably would have.

When the two of us finished, Sylveon held our cocks inside of his ribbons for a few minutes, neither of us doing anything but panting. I looked into his eyes as his ribbons slowly undid themselves and smiled. After a small rub on his jaw, I rose to my shaky feet and turned around, bathing my over-stimulated body with warm water to wash yet another orgasm off. Sylveon did the same thing after I was done, and we both got off this time.

The worst part about owning a Sylveon, it isn't the snobby attitude he usually has. It's the drying off. First, he needs to be rubbed down with a towel, then air dried, toweled off again, and then you have to brush his coat. It was a lot of work for one single Pokemon, but this time around, I liked it a lot more. He wasn't so rude when I was drying off his sheath or his rear, I was even able to pay special attention to them. Once he was done, the two of us went into the kitchen and I checked the time. Huh. Only five at night...

Not wanting to hassle myself making an actual dinner, I took my phone out and ordered a pizza as Sylveon walked away. Of course, I caught a look at those beautiful balls swinging side to side as he went into the living room, and I cursed the fact that I couldn't fuck him yet. As much as I wanted to, I wanted to eat as well, so sex took a bit of a back seat. Once the pizza was ordered - chicken and bacon and cheese on top of alfredo sauce, my personal favorite - I went into the living room and sat down next to my best friend.

I turned the TV on as he laid on my lap, pulling him closer than he had ever been comfortable getting. He curled up on my exposed lap and stared off at the TV screen. It was his favorite show, called "Eevee's Most Talented," in which all sorts of Eeveelutions competed against each other. This particular one was an obvious win for a shiny Espeon, who was lifting all sorts of adorable Pokemon, apparently juggling them in the air. It was a little adorable the one or two times I looked up at the TV, but most of my attention was focused on Sylveon's sack, which was warming up my thigh.

It just laid there, languidly, spreading itself out like it owned the place. I reached down and touched it, felt him up, expecting Sylveon to say something, but instead, all he did was turn around a lift up a leg. I raised my brow at the action before giggling, since he was still hyper focused on watching Eevee's Most Talented. I was merely an afterthought for him, so I put a hand on his sheath and balls before closing my hand in his legs. The warmth and goodness alone was amazing, and we both got comfortable watching this weird show.

Just as we were really getting into it, there came a knock at the door. I jumped at the sound before realizing it was the delivery person with the food. That's when I really started to panic; I was still naked. Sylveon hopped off of me and calmly used his ribbons to pull my wallet from my pants, which I was frantically looking for. As I searched for a shirt, Sylveon opened the door, paid for the pizza, left a tip, shut the door behind him, and placed the pizza on the counter before quickly hopping back on the couch. When I finally got to the front door, the pizza man was gone, and I was left in quite a state of confusion. After a few moments of looking around, I turned, and that's when I spotted the pizza box on the counter.

That's when I grinned, realizing that Sylveon must have played the role of the human. After helping myself to two gigantic slices of pizza, and putting one on another plate for Sylveon, I walked back into the living room and sat down, placing the dish in front of him. We went to work eating our slices, and as I sat back on the couch, I realized just how great life really was right now. After the food was eaten, we watched episode after episode of different shows. Sylveon eventually curled up on my lap again, which was a welcome weight and company.

Carefully, I brought him into the bedroom and sat him down on his bed... wait, no. He was my partner now, and I wanted him close. Sylveon was set on my bed, and I quickly wormed my way under the covers, falling asleep almost instantly. The day's activities had seriously drained me of energy, and all I wanted to do was fall into the most... blissful... sleep...

. . .

I felt it again.

The lick, lick, lick of a tongue lapping away at my length. Frowning, I opened my eyes, and saw the bulge under the blanket. With a sidewards glance, I saw that Sylveon was gone, presumably, he was the one that was licking my already swollen, erect length. I looked over at the clock on the wall, it read, "2:02 AM," which made me sigh. Clearly, this was like, a midnight snack for him or something.

He didn't even recoil when I flung the blankets off of him, again. In fact, he made eye contact with me as he dove down on my erection. I groaned, bringing my hands to his head and pushing him the rest of the way down. If he wanted to give me a blowjob, then I'd make him give me one. It was early in the morning, and I was tired, all I wanted to do was cum and get this over with.

Sylveon began to swirl his tongue around my length each time I pushed myself completely into him, and it seemed as if he was even more skilled at sucking now. When I was in the voodoo doll, his tongue was pressed against the floor of his mouth, unable to do much. It must have been some weird size manipulation, since the doll was small, whatever was put into it had the same dimensions. Now, however, with my five and a half inches stuffed down his throat, I could tell that there was a drastic difference in size.

"Oh... fuck, boy..." I moaned as I pushed and pulled the sucking Sylveon on my length.

He responded by gently biting my tip, which made me clench up hard, but I appreciated the ever so slight pain it brought. Each push brought him to my groin, and it was unreal just how good this felt so late at night, so sensitive and just how... needy I was. How quick he was to suck on my tip, to take over bobbing his head up and down my throbbing cock when I got too tired to shove him. I didn't know when, but eventually, all I could do is let him suck me off like the good little Pokemon he was.

In the end, I could hardly remember the orgasm. All I know was that I clenched up tight, he felt my balls up with his ribbons, and I released. The pleasure had overloaded my exhausted brain, and I quickly fell into another deep, deep sleep as Sylveon sucked the cum from my pipes like it was some sort of valuable commodity.

When I woke up in the morning, it was as if nothing had ever happened. The blanket was over me, over us, and Sylveon was beside me, sleeping softly, soundly, away. I reached over and gently shook him awake.

"Sylveon?" His eyes were such a beautiful shade of blue...

"Y-you... you sucked me off last night?"

He nodded.

I grinned and scratched behind his ears before throwing the blankets off. Sylveon could stay in bed for all I cared, I just needed something to eat. That pizza really hadn't been enough. When I sat down on the couch, naked as I had been since this whole thing started, Sylveon hopped up and joined me. I looked over at him and smiled warmly.

"You okay?" I asked, setting the spoon in the bowl and reaching over. He nodded.

The two of us sat in silence as I ate; Sylveon typically ate only twice a day, and it was too early for him currently. Once I finished my cereal, I sat back on the couch after the bowl had gotten a place in the sink, and poked Sylveon. When I pointed to my cock, which was painfully erect, he rolled his eyes and looked away, prideful as ever.

"If you don't suck me off, I'm going to fuck that prideful little Sylveon ass of yours." He gave me a look of playful defiance, but the playful part... I didn't really see that.

It might have been early in the morning, but what can I say. I was horny and dazed, and unsure of really anything between us. With a huff, I got up and walked back into the kitchen, reaching up into those cabinets and pulling the voodoo doll out. Sylveon walked in on me, and his face grew whiter than it normally was, as if he was scared.

"C'mon." I grinned, leading Sylveon into the bedroom.

He hopped up onto my bed, nervously watching me as I put the doll down and grabbed some lube out of the bedside table. I had picked up on the horny playfulness of Sylveon a few seconds ago, and it confirmed itself when I flipped the voodoo doll around on its back and saw that they were both pleasantly aroused.

"You like this, don't you?" I whispered into his ear. "Being on your back while your master pushes a finger up your ass."

Sylveon blushed hard, but nodded. I chuckled, and lubed up my index finger. With a soft push, the doll's ass spread and consumed me, all the way up to my hand. He cried his name as I did so, his length growing more and more. I began to fuck him, but I knew he could take more, knew he could take... say... my middle finger?

When I lubed up and pushed it in, Sylveon mewed his name, as if he was seeing stars in front of him. One joint... two... three... and I pushed both fingers deep inside of the doll. I wonder just how big it must have been for him, just how much pleasure he got from it. I could feel him clenching tight, squeezing against my fingers, as if he needed to push them out, but from just how erect he was, I knew that he loved it.

"Syl! Sylveon!" He whined, one of his lower legs scratching the air.

"Shh, shh, shh..." Suddenly, as I was shushing him, I realized something.

Sylveon's cock was nearly up against his chin. It would be easy to put this Pokemon into the most humiliating pose I could think of...

I wasted no time.

Carefully, I picked the doll's throbbing length up, and pulled my hand out from his rear to pick his head up. Sylveon's eyes grew wide as I opened his mouth, gently pushing the doll's head down onto the tip of his massive erection. Just as I had hoped, Sylveon mirrored the action, and very soon, he was sucking himself off. The sucking part was all him; I couldn't make him do that.

Now that he was gagged with his own cock, I lubed up my own nagging length. If he could take a finger, could take two fingers, he could take my thickness no problem. I put the doll on its back and moved his cute, pink little tail out of the way. As I pushed in, Sylveon tried to shout his name, but it was choked with cock. His cock.

When I pushed inside of him, one thing became apparent quickly. He was tight. As I drove my length further into his warm walls, Sylveon half-moaned, half-mewed his name. It was an odd sound, but as I hilted the creature, I realized just how much I liked it. I took one last look down at him before starting; his cock lodged inside of his mouth, swollen knot pressing against his lips, a blush as red and fierce as his member across his face, it was adorable.

Without much pause, I began to hump, maybe pulling my cock an inch out of him before I'd slam it back, causing Sylveon's hips to be pushed forward and bump his knot against his lips. I wish that I had his gag reflex, I would have loved to tie his large knot inside of my mouth yesterday. As it was, I continued to hump his warm, fleshy asshole. Every single time I pushed into him it was an unreal, phenomenal feeling. His tight ring of muscle at the entrance surrounding and squeezing against my member, the warm ridges that contracted and retracted on my length, and the feeling of pushing into the best thing I'd ever pushed into made me almost dizzy.

I couldn't forget Sylveon, however. With great difficulty, I took a hand off of his haunch and pulled his cock out halfway. The next part, stroking him off, wasn't difficult at all. By this point, his saliva and drippy precum had lubricated his massive length to the point where it worked better than any lube. He was iron hard and needy, I could see it in his eyes, so as I stroked him off, I began to hump him again. Without the extra support, it was a little harder to get into a good groove, and I even slipped out of him once or twice.

As I stroked Sylveon off, I noticed some weird movement on my hand. After opening my eyes, I saw that it was Sylveon frantically humping his own mouth. I've heard that when canine-like Pokemon get into sex, they tend to hump without abandon, and this was clearly what he was doing right now. I was satisfying and pleasuring my Sylveon so much that he couldn't stop his own biological urge to thrust, even if it was into his own mouth. The best part, by far, however, had to be his humping back onto my cock.

Each time he brought his ass down, it slammed against my groin, sending spikes of pleasure coursing through my entire body. It might have been right then and there that I learned that I liked fucking things roughly. Very soon after, I let go of Sylveon's length and drove the rest of his own throbbing member into his mouth, grabbing his haunches and fucking him harder than I thought possible. That's when it happened.

Sylveon, with a pained cry, slipped his knot into his mouth. Once I realized what had happened, I stopped, and watched in amazement as he came to the realization of what had happened. He looked at me, nervously, and urged me on to thrust. With a smile and a frantic heart rate, I obliged. I felt close anyway.

As I fucked, Sylveon's muffled cries became louder and louder. I reached down, feeling his furry ball sack, the thing that had seemingly taunted me so much a few days ago, and gave it the gentlest squeeze. He tensed up, but the touch did more than I thought it would. With a cry, Sylveon began to shoot his load, and that's when shit got real.

I could feel every single rope of cum that left his cock and flew into his mouth, as I hilted against him. Each time he contracted, I experienced first-hand the massive pleasure of his orgasm from just how hard he did so. I tried moving in and out of him, but I couldn't even manage an inch before I shuddered.

"Ngh... If you keep this up, I'm gonna cum myself..." I didn't want to just yet, but... I wasn't opposed to it.

Sylveon shot me a dirty look, but it was quickly gotten rid of with a fierce tremor, one that made him shiver. That feeling, the not wanting to cum, the want to make him suffer my cock just a bit more, that quickly went away. I grabbed his waist, not his haunches, and began to pound him hard. His muffled cries of bliss only turned me on more, I fucked him harder and harder until...

With one final thrust, I tensed, holding myself inside of his warmth. Nothing inside of me moved, fuck, I didn't even breathe. And then it happened. A dribble. An ooze. A squirt. Then a blast. I took a deep, wonderful breath in as I started to fill this Sylveon up, letting out a shuddering groan as I came more and more. I held him tight to my groin as I emptied myself inside of him, unable to do anything but go through one of the best orgasms in my life.

As with all good things, however, it dwindled out within what felt like mere moments. I panted with relief and bliss as I held Sylveon... wait... I chuckled to myself. I'd been fucking the doll the whole time, Sylveon was a few feet away, and I hadn't even noticed! Once my fit was done, I pulled out of the doll, shuddering, and let it fall to its side. Sylveon followed suit, cock still knotted inside of his mouth. I moved over to him on the bed and smiled at the cum pouring out of his stretched, reddish-pink asshole, already pooling around his haunches.

"Well...I think that um... we're going to do that again. Maybe without the doll." I stated. His mouth was full, and he couldn't go anywhere, the power I felt in this situation made me giddy. "I kinda want to feel that ass without the doll."

"Mrph!" Sylveon tried to protest. It made me laugh pretty hard.

With a grin, I pulled him close, holding him tight. Gave him the first real hug I'd given him in a long time. He had always been a snob, but I feel like we'd gotten close... real close these last few days.

"Now, be a good little pet and stay like that until I come back, if not," I gave his balls a good squeeze, then, "you'll be punished."

Sylveon's eyes grew wide with happiness, fear, and lust.

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