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"Fuck! Fuck yes! Fuck yes!"

Susan squealed as her little Eevee pounded away at her. Well, he was little, but his business end (so to speak) was anything but. Long and thick and red, he easily equaled even her most formidable toys, and Susan kept her stomach so trim and flat that when he fully rutted into her, his cock was visible as a bulge distending her stomach.

The breeze ruffled the curtains of her cabana window and tickled Susan's sweat-drenched body. God, she needed this. A long-awaited getaway, stepping out of the office in a spot for a good vacay. Nothing but sand, sun, beaches, and her devoted, energetic little Eevee. She'd had him since she was in high school; the two of them had grown up together, and after she got her own place, it hadn't taken long for the two of them to act on their long-simmering feelings. There was nothing, nothing Susan loved as much as her pokemon's cock.

Eevee was passionately rutting away, both paws on his trainer's bare tummy, barking proudly with his tail swishing and wagging behind him. Susan clenched around him and he barked again, louder, high and proud. To have such a bond with his trainer... he felt like the luckiest little 'vee in the world!

Finally, both of them crescendoing at once, Susan squealed out high as she came. Eevee, too, added his voice to hers, hot and sticky cum flushing in. He hilted in her, brown-furred balls kissing against her labia, and Susan moaned in bliss as the familiar spread of his knot asserted itself. They were good and tied together, trainer and pokemon; her stomach was thoroughly bulged around his hugeness. She leaned back with a sigh of delight as Eevee lifted his leg and turned, his rump to her as he draped his tail over her. It was a moment of closeness and delight they both shared.

And, of course, that's when everything went wrong.

Still heavy-lidded with orgasm, Susan frowned as her phone buzzed. Picking it up, she snorted when her boss messaged her.

>Hey, know you're on vacay but we need you to present the info you showed last weekend on a call. Apologies, not my choice, should be super quick then we won't bug you

Rolling her eyes, Susan messaged back.

>Vacation time means I don't have to work, right? Get Raquel to do it, she should have the slideshow. No hard feelings yeah?

That should have been the end of it, but she frowned when she saw the ellipsis of a 'message being typed' on her app, only for her heart to sink as the response came in.

>Listen I'm really sorry to be doing this but it's the president. he liked what he heard and asked for you specifically and is insistent it gets done TODAY. tried explaining you're on vacation but he insists he'll just give a bonus to make up for it. promotion might be in the works but you know how he takes things personally, I really recommend not blowing this off. sorry again I tried to talk him out of it

Susan breathed in and out. Okay. It was just one call on her vacation. She could handle this.

>When? A couple of hours?

>God I wish. 10 mins

Her eyes nearly bugged out. Ten minutes? But it took Eevee a good hour to deflate enough to pop free! She stared at him in dismay.

>uhhhh... not really a good time, could we even do an hour? maybe?

>If it was anyone but the prez i'd go to bat for you but you know how he is. don't worry about makeup or anything, everyone knows you're on vacay, just get yourself a little presentable. best of luck!

Susan stared at the message, then moved her gaze down to the Eevee between her legs, her stomach still bulging around his cock. She gulped.

Oh, she was in trouble.

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Attempts to tug Eevee free preliminarily had only made them both wince and left Eevee whining in confusion. Nope, she was knotted and just had to deal with it. Aware that the ten minutes she'd been given were ticking away, she stood up and waddled about her cabana. Eevee hung from between her legs, the weight of him tugging at her lower lips in a way that was very distracting, and the pokemon yipped out a query.

"Your t-trainer just has to, um, take a l-little call," Susan said as he wriggled about. The activity made her flustered and sent aftershocks of pleasure through her. "So just, um, b-behave for a little bit, okay?" With Eevee still dangling from her legs, she pulled her hair back in a loose tail, patted herself free of sweat, and threw on a nice-looking tropical button-up. Then she waddled over to the computer.

Well, shit. Problem number one was Eevee, but number two was the chair! She couldn't exactly sit in it while knotted, could she? Shoving it out of the way, she half-squatted, bracing herself on the desk with her arms in the hope that her lower body, Eevee included, would be safely out of sight. Then she switched on her company laptop and launched the callshare software.

The call booted up, everyone in little squares. There was her boss, some of the project managers, and the head of sales. Susan tried not to panic. This was a very important call.

Her own camera showed her that she had juuuuuuust arranged it so that her lower nakedness--and Eevee being tied to her--were out of sight. She really would have preferred to kill her camera, but those authoritarians in IT had nixed the permission on all work devices. She just had to put up with it for a little while.

"Susan!" the president said, clapping. He was a jolly, grey-haired fellow who honestly should have retired a few years ago. "I apologize for insisting this happen even on your vacation, but time is of the essence! Perhaps a small stipend attached to your next check can make up for it? Actually, make that a not-so-small stipend! Ha ha!"

Susan smiled and tucked an independent strand of hair away from her brow. She quickly apologized for not being more put-together, the others said it was fine given the circumstances, and she jumped into the presentation. Things were going well.

But a few minutes into the presentation, Eevee grew restless. He had never set foot in an office and had no idea what a conference call was. All he knew was that he was tied to his trainer, his mate, and then arranged in a very unusual position. He wasn't sure he liked dangling like this. Trying to be in a better position, he shifted his weight and braced his forepaws against the floor. In consequence, he inadvertently pushed back against Susan.

The effect was that he, entirely by accident, thrust deeper into her.

Susan was mid-sentence when she felt Eevee's still-erect cock surge up, suddenly pressing against her cervix and making her whole body light up with positive feedback. She immediately bit her tongue to avoid squealing.

"And you can see that the most recent trends show thhhhhhhnnnnnnaghl, hh-hhuhhn, they sh-show that..."

Her camera showed her face growing flush, her voice quivering, and she saw to her dismay that the others on call were looking at her with furrowed brows and curious glances.

"Is everything alright, Susan?" asked the president.

Before she could answer that everything was fine, Eevee--who had enjoyed his accidental lovemaking, and who could smell the arousal in his trainer--decided to show her just how deep the depths of his affection went. Using his paws as a bracer, he slowly but surely began bouncing up and down...

Fucking her proper.

Susan's eyes widened and she braced herself on the desk to avoid collapsing in a needy mess. What--what was Eevee doing?! Not now, not now! She couldn't afford to--ohhhh, but it felt so good! Fuck!

Not trusting herself to speak, she simply slumped on the desk, bracing herself, watching her own face grow Tamato Berry red onscreen as her body shook inadvertently.

"...Susan?" the president repeated. The others were watching.

Swallowing, she responded in a tremulous voice: "J-Just must have e-eaten something that didn't," and here Eevee bucked into her and she clenched involuntarily around his cock and his knot, "d-didn't, hhhhnnn, ag-gree with me..."

Not everyone looked convinced, but the president nodded sympathetically. "Resort food, eh? I've been there... no worries, take a moment to compose yourself."

"Th-thank you sir," she said. Swallowing, trying not to make it obvious that she was in the middle of getting fucked, she shifted her leg to try and nudge Eevee in a gesture of 'hey-buddy-it's-time-to-stop.' But the pokemon misinterpreted her gesture, and he playfully nipped her foot. Not enough to hurt or even draw blood, but the sudden sharpness of it all was completely unexpected. Susan squealed despite herself and immediately covered her mouth, blushing deeper than ever, as her coworkers murmured.

A message from a project manager she was friends with, Jenifry, popped up. It had been sent as a private DM.

>hey girl u okay? something the matter??

Fuck fuck fuck! If Jenifry was reaching out, then who knew what else the others on call were thinking, or what they'd say the moment the call ended! She had to get it together!

Marshaling herself, Susan plastered a smile. "Feeling, um, better," she said. "So, where was I? Right, recent trends show that customers are flocking towards affordable goods even if the quality is noticeably inferior. My team proposed that..."

And she went onwards, reciting data and offering insight. The president and the others had questions, and she answered them readily, despite her flushed demeanor and shaky voice. And the whole time, Eevee kept fucking her.

She had thought--or hoped--that he would have sated his urges, but fearfully, she recognized that his animalistic nature had asserted itself. Although they'd just had sex, he was ready to go again, and the novelty of the situation was spurring him more and more. Once he'd gotten used to balancing himself on the floor, he'd picked up his pace, bringing tears to her eyes as she was filled with sexual bliss. His cock thundered into her, far too effective for such a small pokemon, and it nudged and pressed against her most sensitive zones. And what was worse, he was still knotting her--she had to take him in his entirety, her whole body shaking with his fervor, and there was no way to get him out.

Still, the presentation was coming along well. She was past the halfway mark and the president seemed pleased. If she could only endure this a little longer...

As she moved on to her next data point, Susan felt Eevee strain himself and buck in as far as he could. His knot pressed against a G-spot and she almost fainted. Her body shook and her breath grew ragged for a second. He... he'd made her orgasm. On call.

"Susan?" one of the onlookers asked. Some of the other callers--all of them women--were staring at her wide-eyed. One or two of them were blushing themselves.

"I, uh..." she said, fumbling for an excuse. None came. "F-forgive me." Then, pitching her voice low for Eevee, she told him in a whisper far too soft to be picked up by human ears:

"I love you, boy."

His ears perked up at that. Pride and happiness filled him. She... she loved him! How wonderful! He had always felt passionately about her, and while he knew she cared for him and enjoyed his body, to actually hear it, this... this!

His body tensed and energy flared through him. He was ready.

He was evolving.

Susan had a moment's warning, feeling Eevee abruptly tense inside of her, before the flash of evolution lit the cabana. She had a split second to desperately pass off the light as a notification on her computer screen before her pokemon changed. Her partner's small legs lengthened. His brown fur shortened into a creamy white coat, his ruff disappearing. His tail grew long and slender and pink, the color matched by his ears, and ribbon-like feelers sprouted from him.

Eevee wasn't an Eevee any longer. Now, he was a Sylveon. And his cock, still knotted and tied inside of her, had more than doubled in size.

The stretch was unreal. She'd never had anything that big in her before. She could feel herself straining to contain it, the sensation threatening to overwhelm and swallow her. She wanted desperately to surrender herself to her feral lover and just let him go at her again and again with that massive member. She didn't want it to ever leave her. Even as she crested down from her orgasm, she, impossibly, felt the breaths of another one starting to stir.

As soon as the flash was over and her excuse given, Susan collapsed against the desk, barely holding herself up, and absolutely sobbing from bliss. God, it stretched her in such a delicious way--who could have ever thought that Eevee--no, Sylveon--would be able to offer her so much!

She forced herself to glance back at the call. By now a lot of callers were blushing, clearing their throats, or pointedly looking away from the screen. Somehow, her own camera showed that she had still managed to avoid putting either her nakedness or her pokemon on-screen, but her flushed and sweaty state and the timbre of her voice should have given it away. But the president looked concerned, and so she soldiered on.

"Um," said Susan, her voice almost ragged with arousal, "it is my recommendation that--that w-we--"

Sylveon, newly evolved, had a surge of stamina, and he wanted to show his trainer just how much he cared. Still knotted to her, his ass against hers, he swung his body forward until his knot was yanking at her entrance, her voice cutting off with a squeal. Then, feeling proud, he hiked back in, fucking her harder and deeper than ever before.

Her body visibly bucked--and again, and again, as she stumbled over her words in a desperate attempt to reach the end. Some of her co-workers stared, transfixed; Jenifry had even covered her face, peeking out through her eyes. Only the president seemed unaware of what he was seeing, though even he knew something was up.

Wanting to put his new feelers to use, Sylveon sent one to reach up to his trainer's chest. He snaked it under her shirt, the sensitive appendage coiling and caressing her breasts and dragging along her nipple. The act of something under her shirt was visible on-screen. Susan just swallowed, tugged her collar in a valiant attempt to make it less obvious, and kept on.

His other feeler danced between her legs. There was a sensitive thing, a button by her womanhood that she played with sometimes. She loved it when he licked it. Drawing his feeler along her outer lips, Sylveon pushed in, found the button, and gave it a playful press.

The sudden, unanticipated attention to her clit came right as Susan's presentation ended, and she closed the call by clutching her head in her hands as she keened out a high note in obvious orgasm for everyone to see. As she clenched fruitlessly around Sylveon, he too came, painting her womb full of hot pokemon cum. "A-any questions?" she asked blearily. No one said anything; one person coughed politely. "'lright then," she muttered. "Thank you all." She reached over, ended the call, and the moment the screen went black, she collapsed off the desk, shuddering. Sylveon barked and nuzzled close, licking her with affection.

She half expected to receive an email in her inbox informing her of immediate termination. She should have been furious. Instead she cuddled up to Sylveon, begging him to fuck her more--and fuck her he did, one of his feelers crawling up to her mouth for her to suck on, the other slipping inside of her alongside his massive cock.

A few hours later she was still tied up with him, sweat beading her forehead body loose with orgasm, as her phone buzzed. It was Jenifry.

>oh my god I cant believe u let yourself get fucked on call with the PREZ u madwoman

Somehow, Susan summoned the will to respond.

>wasnt exactly my choice

>yeah I bet! were u.. tied up? ;)

Alongside the message, Jenifry had sent a blurry screencap from near the end of the call. There, juuuust visible in the back, was Sylveon, his ass to hers in in blurry yet obvious coital union.

Susan's cheeks burned.

>JENIFRY YOU HAD BETTER DELETE THAT SHIT I SWEAR TO GOD

>lol I can't believe you survived that call! did u seriously talk to the prez while being KNOTTED u mad lass

>stfu you better delete it!!!!

>hey... are u still knotted? cmon tell me the truth

Susan glanced down. Sylveon was dozing between her legs, his cock and knot still spreading her wide. The shape of it was visible under her tummy.

>shut up

>ill take that as a yes then dw I won't show the pics to anyone haha. enjoy your vacay........ knotty girl ;)

Grumbling to herself, Susan set her phone down and reached to stroke her pokemon's fur. She could worry about work later. For now, she was just enjoying the afterglow.

The email came the next morning. It didn't contain a termination like she feared; the president had admired her 'confident drive' and offered her a promotion.

Susan stared at it for a long moment until Sylveon trotted over and rested his chin on her lap in query.

He was inside her less than a minute later.