An Eevee Romance
A human man who has traveled with Eevee as his Pokemon partner for years has a sexy time with her and reflects on the bond they share together.
Your best friend jumps off your shoulder and unto a nearby table, and gestures for you to sit down. You do so, finding yourself now at eye level with her. It is the first time you two have had privacy in a few days, and from looking in her large eyes, you can tell what she wants. Her face may not be human, but the expression is one you’d be able to understand easily even if you hadn’t known her since childhood. “Ewee!” She says, leaning in closer to you. You see the same love you have for her reflected in her brown eyes. It doesn’t matter that she has four legs and you have two, you understand each other on some fundamental level that goes beyond Pokemon and human. You differences just make the love more real. You love everything about her, the way her ears flatten as she leans in, the way her tail wags in an expression of her excitement, the feeling of her paw on your shoulder as she lifts herself up (the knowledge that with her supernatural power, she could knock you to the otherwise of the room with just a flick of that same gentle paw). You love the feeling of her hot breath on your face as she leans closer to you, and finally, the warmth of your mouths meeting, her fluffy fur brushing against your face and the moans both of you make as your tongues explore the mouths of a different species. It is good for you that she took the initiative so long ago, as you may never have dared. But she did, and now you can’t imagine anyone else in her place. You wouldn’t give her up even for the hottest of humans, because none of them could hold a candle to her, and she has done everything in her power to make sure you know she feels the same way.
Most would consider this romance disgusting. You don’t understand how. What could be more pure than a love that crosses the boundaries between species? As your lips part and you look in her eyes again, you know in you heart: this can’t be wrong. If it is, then being “right” is overrated.
“Voivoivoi…” She moans, rubbing her face against yours, the brushing of fur on skin is blissful. You cuddle often, so the feeling is cozy and familiar. She smells of the outdoors, of grass and spring winds and sunshine. You have no idea how her keen noise can stand your human smell, but she has never seemed disgusted by you (except that one time she told you to take a bath). She lifts her face from yours, and ruffles your hair with her paw. It is a surprisingly human gesture and you return it, mussing up her fur just the smallest bit and making her laugh. She then leaps to the bed, her strong legs allowing her to almost fly across the room. She flips herself in the air and lands softly on the bed.
“Show off!” You laugh affectionately. A slight smile crosses her muzzle, she knows her grace impresses you. Then she narrows her eyes and pats a part of the bed with her paw. She has long ago mastered the art of communicating without words, but still you wonder: how can an Eevee have a sexy expression that translates so perfectly to a human? And why does it turn you on so much? You sit on the bed next to her.
“Eevee!” She places a paw on your stomach, and with a surprising amount of strength she pushes to lower you down to the bed. She jumps unto your stomach, staring into your eyes one more time, her tail wagging at a speed that almost moves the bed itself. She leans down, and whispers her name into your ear, somehow crossing the language barrier entirely. It is as if she is telling you everything she has planned for you, and you feel your pants getting tighter. A drop of wetness hits your shirt. Anyone who said Pokemon can’t blush was wrong. With one last, quick kiss, she backs up and places a paw on the tent in your plants, her smile that of one who knows they are are in complete control.
Her paw tightens around the boner in your pants, and then with her mouth, she unzips them. You reach down to help, but she bats your hand away and places her front paws on ether side of your pants to pull them down herself. Your member breaks free, and she touches your sensitive organ with her paw again, rubbing you with her soft pads even as she is careful to keep her claws retracted. She has done this before, but every time you let out of gasp, and every time as she starts moving her paw up and down, you moan for her. There have been times she has brought you all the way with just her paws and had you return the favor with your hands. The memory of you fingers in her tight vulpine tunnel as she sequels out does nothing to curb your moans. You twitch, and she removes her paw, which is now wet with your precum. “Eweee…” She somehow makes her name sound sultry, and combines with with an expression of undeniable lust.
“I love you,” You respond, and her eyes soften.
“E-vee-vee-voi.” You can almost hear the words “I love you too.”
She opens her mouth, slowly lowering it to your penis and letting you get a good view her canine teeth. Her hot breath envelops you for a moment. This Eevee, your partner for so very long, has figured out all the best ways to tease you.
“Please,” you beg, and she needs no more encouragement, her her muzzle taking you in fully. Her warm tongue is not completely canine yet not human ether, and the way she makes sure it touches all your most receptive spots makes you clench the bed sheets. You can feel her grin as she bobs her head up and down. Her front paws are on your thighs, her mane brushes your skin and she keeps her eyes locked with yours even as her tail moves her haunches back and forth. You can hold it back no longer, she brings you to the edge and keeps you there as long as she can but you finally find yourself exploding into her maw with a few quick spurts. She gulps some of it down, and then lifts her head, walks on your stomach to be face-to-face, and opens her muzzle to show you the results of your work before swallowing. You can hear it as she does. She nuzzles your face, and you can feel her dripping on you. Soon enough she turns around, lifting her still-wagging tail to show you her two holes. Her vulpine cookie is leaking liquid, and you open your mouth before she backs into it. This time, it is your turn to tease her, you make sure she feels your breath on her opening, and as she touches herself against your mouth, you very slowly insert your tongue into her wet slot. She tastes like a stronger version of how she smells, like summer and spring and fun and energy, and yet like none of those at the same time.
“Eevee…” This time, it is her that begs, and you oblige her moans, sticking your tongue as far as will go and searching for all of her more sensitive spots. She moans her name, and you wonder how close she is getting. You’ve brought her to orgasm this way before, and you always look forward to her panting and moaning, her yips getting more fox-like as she gets closer, and the taste of her Pokemon juices. But this time, she must have noticed that you are still erect, and she reluctantly steps away from your mouth.
This cute little Eevee, your Pokemon friend from the age of 10, yips seductively at you as she positions herself on top of you. With her front paws on your lower stomach, she lift her haunches and lines her vulva up with your still twitching member. She is so wet that it slides in easily, and the sudden warmth causes you to make some noises that you know she finds attractive. For a being so small, she seems to have no issue with your size, and the little Eevee starts moaning bits of her name as she straddles and humps you under her own power. A human in that position might easily get tired, but her stamina has taken her through many battles, and this is nothing compared to that. Her adorable eyes stare into yours as she bounces up and down, the tightness and fiction of her vulpine privates on your own is a feeling that no human could emulate.
“I’m getting close!” You warn her. She responds by quickening her pace, her cute sounds of pleasure mixing with your own humans moans. Beads of sweat have formed on her fur, making it glisten in the soft light of the room. Somehow, through experience or skill, she manages to time it so that moments after you reach your climax, she reaches her own. Your juices mix together, and her extra few humps suck the last bits of seed out of you. For a moment after, the both of you stay locked in position while you look into each others eyes, human and Pokemon joined as one with each, not just for pleasure, but for love. Sadly, you know it is very improbable you will ever be able to have a family, not without a wish upon Jirachi or a prayer granted from Arceus. But that just means your journey isn’t over, an impossible goal is still a goal.
After some time, you disconnect from each other. As much as you want to just cuddle up with your partner and fall asleep, there are still some things left to do. You head to the bathroom and wash her and yourself off, drying her fur as she makes a sound similar to a purr. After the last few nightly chores, she hops unto the bed. You lay down next to her, and she comes close to you. Eevees can’t learn the move “sing,” so there is nothing supernatural about the little song she sings to you each night, but even still, somehow it helps you both get to sleep faster. Perhaps her copycat ability is adding something to it, but all you know is that her voice might as well be an angel’s. As you drift off, her song stops and she presses her face up against yours, and starts falling asleep herself. Her tail curls around your arm as she pulls you into something like an embrace. The last things you feel before you drift off into dreams is her body rising and falling as her breathing becomes relaxed, and the soft fur of her face and mane.
You don’t care what anyone says. This is love.