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Please do not read if you are under 18! The following contains mature content not suited for general audiences. You have been warned.

Val and Flynn sneak off during Val's break at Alcremie's, largely by Val's command. Later, Flynn engages in some introspection.

TRIGGER WARNING! Contains: public play, humiliation, exhibitionism, Master/slave, degradation, chastity, orgasm denial, teasing, partial nudity, partial striptease, relationships, depression (light)

Flynn, Val, etc. are characters made by me, based off of characters in the Pokémon universe owned by GameFreak and Nintendo. I do not claim rights to characters such as Flareon, Vaporeon, etc.

By PseudonymousUmbreon. If you wish to use or reference my work and/or my characters, please contact me first.

*****

The Golden Rules

Coevolution Ch.8

"One hot caramel latte for the cute Flareon in the leather jacket?"

Flynn tried to shrink away, but it was too late. All eyes were on them, and blushing like mad, they glared at the Vaporeon barista at the counter. Val flashed a cheery, customer-servicey smile at them.

"Yes, you! Come get your coffee, mi amor," he said, his expression shifting to a gentler and more authentic one of adoration. "It's gonna get cold... And I wouldn't want to risk you getting snuffed out."

"I'll snuff your vocal chords if you keep talking, bitch," Flynn muttered with little intent behind their words, taking the walk of shame to the counter. "Do ya have to call me out every time, V?"

Val set the cup down on the counter. "I do, and I will, and you like it, and I won't stop. He leaned over to peck Flynn on the cheek. "How are you, mi amor?" Val asked, cheerfully, using the counter as support. "Behaving yourself, I hope?"

Somehow, Flynn blushed harder. "Not now, Val..." That would have been the end of it, but Val fixed them with a glare showing they expected a correct answer. "...Yes Master," Flynn mumbled into the collar of their jacket, reaching for their coffee.

Val swiped the coffee away just in time. "What was that? Only good enbies get their coffee, mi amor," he said with a grin, absolutely refusing to lower their voice. A person at a nearby table glanced in their direction but said nothing; it was enough for Flynn to know someone was listening. "Be good now."

Flynn's paws started sweating, partly from embarrassment, partly from exhilaration. They cleared their throat. "Yes, Master, I'm behaving myself," they said at loud enough a volume that the person who had looked over before had now stopped all movement. Thankfully, the café was loud, but the fact that even one person had heard caused Flynn's stomach to do cartwheels. Their dick hardened slightly, which only added to the embarrassment.

"Good enby!" Finally, Flynn's coffee reached their paws, and Flynn took a long sip. As per usual, Val had made it the perfect temperature-not too hot, not too cold, or at least hot enough that the heat would survive through their usual game of obey-Master-and-get-coffee. "That wasn't so hard, was it?" Val reached out with a paw and ruffled Flynn's headfur, which was met with a look of sheer bewilderment from the person beside them. They had apparently forgotten to keep their staring discrete.

Flynn shook their head. "So uh, when's your break?" Val fixed them with another look. "...Master?" they added. It was one of their five golden rules: Treat Master with Respect, Always.

"Right now!" Val chirped, practically tearing his coffee-stained whtie apron off and tossing it aside unceremoniously. "You horny?"

"Yes Master!" Flynn said, no longer caring if the person heard now that the ice had been broken. They guzzled the coffee and tossed the cup in the can next to them as they always did. They knew what came next, but no good coffee was to go to waste.

"Good enby," Val said, reaching over to give Flynn's crotch a squeeze. In response, Flynn's dick saluted its Master, pressing against the cold plastic cage that consistently reminded Flynn of their place, ever-present, never to be touched. Val seemed satisfied and grabbed Flynn's paw, leading them out the side door and around to the back alley next to the café.

Flynn was in heaven immediately as Val explored their neck with their mouth; a nip here, a kiss there-and all Flynn had to do was obey and let it happen. That's all they were allowed to do as far as Val was concerned. Golden rule number two: Master Owns your Body. You Don't. If Val wanted to kiss, to bite, to touch, to grope, to squeeze... Flynn had to let it happen, regardless of the setting. They had no right to touch their Master's property.

And touch it they didn't, as Flynn's leather jacket slipped off and was hung on the side of a chair they kept there for that purpose (Flynn almost started crying when their keys left a scratch on the inside of the pocket, to think if it touched the ground). Val's paws gripped the edges of Flynn's Melmetallica tee and pulled it off, bringing Flynn's arms with it over their head. With a free paw, Val grabbed one of Flynn's paws and pulled it down, toward Val's pants.

Golden rule number three: Pleasure Master First.

Flynn knew what to do and reached into Val's pants, into his underwear, feeling for the slit between his legs. Flynn knew they had found it as they rubbed against his clit, prompting a small moan from Val. "G-good enby," Val shuddered out as Flynn thrust their fingers in and out of Val's slit. Val experimented with Flynn's chest, sending waves of pleasure spreading outward from their nipples. Val pulled Flynn's head in and Flynn complied, meeting Val's mouth for a passionate kiss.

They went on like that for a few minutes, moaning and gasping for air and enjoying each other's heat. Val climbed toward a climax, slow as ever, likely intentionally-Flynn knew full well how quick he could be given enough motivation. But eventually, he did cum, and a rush of hot liquid flooded over Flynn's fingers. Val praised them again, but time was short, and Val had to return to work soon.

Rule number four: You Deserve Nothing. While yes, Val did afford Flynn the occasional reward here and there-coffee, for instance-it was of mutual understanding to the two of them that Flynn did not own anything. The coffee was ultimately Val's, despite Flynn having paid for it, the jacket Val's as well; all these things were simply afforded for Flynn to use. And so Flynn removed their underwear to exchange it with Val's, always too tight, and in this case, wet with cum, but Val needed clean underwear. Flynn didn't.

Val giggled. "Such a good enby, aren't you?" he crooned as Flynn pulled their jacket back on.

"Only for you, my Master," Flynn replied. "You should get back to work," they said, leaning in for another kiss.

In between moans, Val smirked. "You should shut up," he said. Flynn obeyed. Rule number five: Never Command your Master.

"You did very well today," Val said. "My enby. Mi amor. My slave," he asserted, moving his paws over to Flynn's back. "A wonderful reminder of how your existence is meaningless without me."

Flynn's face filled with warmth. "And yet you spend your love on me anyway."

Val pulled Flynn in for one last kiss. "I suppose I do." With that, he withdrew. "See you tonight, mi amor. Don't be late for dinner."

"Wouldn't miss it for the world," Flynn said after him, watching his Master turn around the corner and disappear from sight.

*****

Flynn arrived back at their dorm room tired that evening. Dinner had gone well, but hell if socializing didn't take everything out of them. There had been more teasing at the table, the usual banter, a paw on Flynn's dick, an inability to choose their own food. It was perfect. Val had a way of knowing exactly what they wanted, how they wanted to be controlled.

Why were they unhappy?

They weren't sure. They knew it wasn't Val that made them unhappy, or the nature of their relationship. They loved feeling like nothing, and Val was their everything.

Almost on autopilot, they tuned up Charlie. Charlie would know what to say. Charlie always made them feel better. But when Flynn tried to find something, anything in Charlie's strings that would give them some kind of answer, Charlie fell silent.

The moon glowed through the deep blue curtains of Flynn's room, and Flynn left Charlie on the bed to move over to the window. They pushed aside the curtains. The moon stared at them, full, like a lamplight that protruded from the void. They looked at each other for what felt like a long time, and Flynn thought of nothing in particular. But somehow, the moon seemed to know the answers Charlie did not, and gave Flynn the answers they needed.

Hey. «

Sighing, Flynn moved back to the bed, knowing the message wouldn't even send. They hadn't, not since... well.

Flynn looked toward the moon once more, and Charlie began to sing.

I've lost myself in this endless forest,

The path is worn away.

It's grown so dark, the trees close in,

The world turns to gray.

I'm blinded by the darkness

I've created.

The beasts in the trees

Can't be sated.

There's no way out without you,

I know I was wrong about you,

I can't say how much I need you,

I'll never deserve to have you as my moon.

I know you can't forgive me,

I just need you to believe me,

Just this once please free me,

Never again will you have to be my moon.

Flynn closed up their guitar case. As they snapped the case shut, they heard a chirp from their phone.

» Hey.

Flynn hesitated.

Can we talk? «

A pause.

» Yeah.

The moon's gaze softened. Flynn glanced at it and took a deep breath.

Thank you. «