Chapter 1: Caught

I guess that the first thing I should tell you guys is that I’m an anthro. An anthro is sorta a cross between a human and a Pokémon, taking the pokémon traits and putting them on a human form. Of all the words for anthros, such as pokemorph, furries, bitches, and on and on, I find that I like anthro the best. 

I’m half Eevee by the way, meaning I have silky smooth, brown fur covering my body. I have a small mane of light brown fur around my neck and a small splash of light brown fur of the same shade on the tip of my tail. My feet have little pads on each toe and a larger pad on the heel and the front part, just behind the toes, but, strangely, my hands lack pads. My canines are fangs and my ears are large and higher on my head. I have dark brown hair and red eyes. My breasts are not humble, as many humans seem to think, and I never wear clothes. My master tells me that I look around 15 or 16, and that I am very beautiful.

Up until the day I was captured, I was a wild anthro, never really having any lasting contact with humans aside from the occasional lost traveler. On the occasion that I would find one of these stray humans, I’d often lead them out of the forest because I liked to help people. That turned out to be a mistake on my part, despite my good intentions. Whether it was purposeful or not, word got out that there was a wild anthro lived in the woods, and that’s where the problem began.

One day I found a pack of humans whacking there way through the woods with gleaming sticks that seemed to magically clear the brush away wherever it struck. On that day I was terribly hungry, and in other words, it was a normal day. Back then I had to fight for every scrap of food I ate. There was no fridge I could pop open out in the wild.

Hiding in the bushes, I watched them curiously. Besides the thin gleaming sticks, many also carried long, wooden/gleaming sticks. Much later I would shudder at the thought of being shot with one. I still don’t know how those stupid things work even though my master told me hundreds of times that some sort of combustible powder is supposed to propel an object out of the barrel faster than the speed of sound. Anyway, they stopped just by the bush I was in.

“What kind of bitch is it this time?” A gruff voice coming from a tall man asked. He seemed to be the leader. I could tell because they all seemed to listen to him intently. At the time, I didn’t even know that ‘bitch’ was an actual word.

“An Eevee anthro, Boss.” Another man replied. “Reports have stated that it’s a rather busty one, too.” I didn’t know what they were talking about. What was ‘anthro?’ What was ‘busty?’

“Good, the bigger the boobs the bigger the pay.” The man grinned. “Has she been seen with a mate?”

“All alone, sir.”

“Good, I can’t wait to break in another pokemorph.” The tall leader smiled again. Why was he speaking so weird? My mom taught me a lot of words, but never ‘pokemorph.’ I was raised rather innocently, I might add.

“Do you have the bait?” The man asked.

One of the group produced a piece of meat I had not smelled somehow. My mouth watered. I hadn’t had a good chunk of meat in days, and although this meat was a little past expiration date, I wanted it more than I had ever wanted anything else in my entire, short life.

“Start setting a trap.” The man ordered.

They didn’t get a chance. I stood up and ran for the piece of meat, hoping to get some. In previous experiences, I had found humans to be rather nice. The men were so surprised that they couldn’t react. I stood in front of the man, sniffing the chunk of bloody flesh, soaking in its fragrance.

“Eevee?” I asked, hoping they’d understand me, but I knew most humans were dumb. (No offence… well maybe a little.) I pointed to the meat. “Vee?” 

“Boss?” The man asked, looking past my drooling face.

“She’s a nice one all right.” Boss, the leader, laughed. I didn’t know that ‘boss’ was a title, not a name. “Give her some of the meat. We’ll lead her back to the truck.”

Like most technological words, I did not know what ‘truck’ meant. I just knew that following would mean food… good food. The guy, taking one of those long, gleaming sticks, stripped off a piece of meat and gave it to me. I took it gingerly then ate it ravenously.

Suddenly, one of them came up behind me and latched something around my neck. In a panic, I tugged on it, but it held firm despite my yanking. It was a small leather circlet that was better known as a collar. The man who put it around my neck tugged on a leash that was attached to it, pulling me along. I would’ve protested more but another chunk of meat was suddenly pressed under my nose and I suddenly didn’t mind it so much.

Boss laughed at my look. “She a beautiful one. She’ll get a lot.” I didn’t understand what he meant at the time, but I didn’t really care. After walking for a few minutes, we finally reached the truck.

The truck was the kind like the ambulances, meaning they have those big doors in the back. I think they’re called delivery trucks or something like that. Beside the truck were three black cars. I assume that those extra vehicles were meant for the other people who didn’t fit in the truck. Two men quickly moved to open the back of the truck and the last of the meat was thrown in. I didn’t really think of anything else those days besides food, so the fact that these strange men that had put a collar around my neck and dragged me through the forest with an unexplained piece of meat didn’t really strike me as suspicious. But now, even I grew wary as the succulent meat was thrown into this large, unnatural thing.

But I just couldn’t resist.

After I was in, they shut the doors. I yelped as I realized I was trapped. The space was lit by a light, or as I saw it, a miniature sun. The truck was padded, not carpeted, but padded at least. When the truck came on, I yelped as it jumped to life retreating to a corner where I curled up, hugging my knees.

I don’t know how long I stayed there under the constant buzz of the engine. It could have been an hour, or it could have been all day. All I do know is that when it stopped, the door opened shortly and one of the men came in and pulled me out. I came out into a large enclosed space lit by more mini-suns. I panicked, after all I had never been away from the sky before, save for my cave. I struggled, not meaning to make trouble, but made it anyway.

“Hold her still, Jim.” Boss ordered.

“I’m trying, sir.” The man holding me replied. Another man pointed the stick at me, but Boss ordered it down, muttering something about unnecessary damage to the merchandise. Quickly another man held onto my other wrist. My strength was more than twice that of a regular human girl my age, built up from fighting and surviving in a forest far off the beaten path, but even I had my limits. They had wrestled me to the floor. I was breathing hard, but I now knew that the sky wasn’t falling or something like that. They cautiously released me and I slowly sat up, looking around.

“That’s a good girl.” Boss said, petting my head. I started to stand up, but he pushed me down into a kneeling position. Unfortunately my head was just at his waist level. He released my head and undid his pants. I looked at him, confused. I hadn’t known that those were removable. He unzipped his zipper and dropped his pants. He then reached in his boxers and took his penis out through the hole in the front. 

I looked at it, confused. If he wanted to make me his mate, didn’t he have the wrong end? I didn’t really want a mate either. I cocked my head slightly as if viewing the situation from a different angle would provide the answer. He grew impatient.

“Suck on it.” He ordered. I was still confused. Why would he want me to suck on it? Maybe the way he used suck made it mean something else, kind of like the word ‘cool’ or ‘rock.’ It still took quite a bit of explaining from my current master to get me to understand that rock music was in fact, not made by rocks.

Boss was apparently tired of waiting after such a long trip with no sexual stimulation, so he grabbed my long tail that was standing up straight and pulled it up, lifting my rear off the ground and leaving my hands partially supporting me. I yelped in pain and he forced his penis into my mouth, teaching me that he did mean ‘suck on it.’

He put my bottom down. I wanted to spit it out and run away. He had hurt me and that was coupled with the fact that he was using his male equipment much in the same manner as using a hammer on a screw. But I was afraid that if I ran, I’d get hurt even more.

So I sucked, but I actually sucked, my mouth like a suction cup. Boss hit my head, causing me to yelp and stop sucking. Boss pulled his penis out of my mouth and sighed.

“Show her the video, boys.” Boss waved. Jim pulled me up and a couple of men led me to a door, opening it. It led into a hall where I felt constricted, but not nearly as panicky as before. Doors lined the hall. They took me into one of those rooms where a large T.V. covered much of the wall. I didn’t have much time before they turned it on, and when they did, I yelped with surprise as an object that had previously been dark suddenly flashed white and displayed a colorful image.

When they did, it was worse then in the garage. I thrashed about and almost got free when I saw what was on the T.V. It was porn, and not very good porn if I remember right. A woman was kneeling in almost the exact same way I had before with a man, naked just like the woman, in front of her. I stopped so abruptly, they pushed me over.

They sighed in relief, obviously very happy that they wouldn’t ‘damage the merchandise,’ whatever that meant. I slowly got up as the woman grabbed the man’s penis. I walked forward slowly and touched the screen, repelling as I realized that it was fake, the picture I mean.

A man came beside me and told me to remember this tape. I didn’t listen to him, wrapped up in the weird picture that didn’t want to stay still.

The girl stroked the man’s penis quickly, earning moans and words unknown to me. After a few minutes, the girl slowly kissed the man’s tip, squeezing his balls with her free hand.

After awhile it went from kissing the tip, to suckling, to full on sucking, I mean the right kind of sucking. She was bobbing her head up and down the shaft when the man said that he was going to come. Come where?

Suddenly the woman’s head stopped bobbing, only the head of the penis still in her mouth. The man was moaning harder. Finally the woman released the penis and it sprayed something at her face. Before I could get a good look at it, the T.V. went dark.

I looked around and gasped. All the men were naked, penises ready. I stepped away instinctively.

“It’s alright.” One man soothed. “We just need you to do what the woman did.”

I looked around, scared. What would happen if I didn’t? Not wanting to find out, I did as told, kneeling in front of the man who had spoken. With unsure hands, I gripped his shaft and he smiled. “It’s all right, little girl. Just do as the woman did and try to make this as pleasurable as possible.”

I didn’t know how to be pleasurable, but I guessed that the man in the movie was being pleasured, even though he was moaning. After a couple moments, I started to play with his balls. Fearfully I puckered my lips and leaned inward to kiss the tip. I was thinking about how Boss had hit me hard on my head when he hadn’t liked my sucking. I didn’t want that to happen again, so, trying with all my might to make it pleasurable, I kissed the man’s penis.

He moaned and I backed off, ready to flee at any sign of hostility. That’s when I realized that he was moaning out of pleasure not pain. I smiled, relieved, and kissed the guy’s penis again.

I thought that maybe it was time to move on, so I started to suckle, little by little, on the throbbing flesh. My soft lips seemed to drive him crazy, causing him to shudder and groan. I bobbed my head up and down a few times, enjoying the moans that came from him. It was kind of like approval I guess. Every so often, I’d pull out and lick its underside. I’m not sure why, but I knew he liked it.

“He sure doesn’t look like he can hold out much longer.” One of the men laughed. I wondered what he meant. I was starting to withdraw to look around curiously when the man attached to the penis I was sucking on, suddenly gripped the back of my head, causing a yelp from me. He pulled me closer to him, ramming his penis into my throat, nearly choking me before I regained control of my gag reflex.

Did I do something wrong? I thought to myself. I had to further regain control of my gag reflex as something started shooting from the pole that was in my maw. Whatever it was, I knew it was liquid because I didn’t choke, though my breathing was a bit more difficult. When he finally released me, I was off so fast I can’t remember the details. I sputtered, coughing up something that tasted faintly of berries.

“Sorry, girl.” The man said soothingly, reaching out to pet me. “I got carried away.” I was repelled by his hand. I didn’t like what he did to me. I had fun in the beginning, but if the consequences are that then I don’t want to do it. He turned to the others. “Take her to her room.”

“But we haven’t had a turn with her yet.”

“I said, take her to her room.” He repeated, more forcefully. They pulled her up, grumbling. “And make sure she gets everything she needs.”

“Yes, sir.” A man grumbled sarcastically. I looked at Sir, was he in charge or was Boss?

The next day, I learned that what I had done was called a blowjob, and that I was actually good at it… for a beginner.

I estimate that I spent maybe a month there. The month was crammed with everything that would make a boy sweat over me. From posing to blowing, from tit fucking to just plain being innocent and attractive: everything that could make my price go up. The parts that I dreaded worse though were the rare times that they fucked me in my vagina. The first time they did it, I had been tied down so that my face was shoved down on the floor and my ass was sticking up in the air with my tail tied up. They then proceeded to rob me of my virginity and cum deep inside of me until I was sure that the area between my legs would forever be stained white. They didn’t fuck me like that too often because they were afraid that my pussy would loosen up, thereby lowering my price, but when they did, they would go all out and give me a fresh coat of paint on the inside of my cunt.

And it was all leading up to the night before I was sold.

That night, or day, I never really was sure of the time in there, Boss took me into his room. It was lavished obviously, and much better than the room I was staying in which wasn’t really saying much. The room I stayed in was just big enough for a cot, and smell like cleaning fluids, leading me to believe that it was once a janitor’s closet.

Anyway, his room was large with a king size bed against the far wall. A large, flat-screen TV was hanging from the ceiling in front of it. The carpet was soft beneath the pads of my feet and I was momentarily distracted with the comfortable feeling. Due to me living in the forest most of my life, I hadn’t really had the chance to experience much luxury. Mostly what I remember about the room however is lost or forgotten because of what happened on the bed that night.

Boss grabbed my arm, his fingers squeezing my tough muscle so hard that it hurt. I yelped as he dragged me violently across the room and threw me onto the bed. I landed softly among the blankets and looked at him with fear in my large eyes. I could feel the fur of my tail beginning to bristle as he took off his shirt and threw it carelessly onto the ground. I willed my body to move, but it just wouldn’t.

“Come the ‘morrow, you are to be sold.” Boss said, throwing his jeans and boxers onto the floor and letting his manhood stand proudly, pointing at me with sadistic malice. “I’m not going to let you leave without getting my fill of you.” Suddenly my body worked again. I kicked out at him, but it was too late. He caught it and, along with my other foot, pushed it up over my head.

“You’re so cute.” he said wickedly. “It’s too bad that I have to sell you or I’d keep you as my own personal slut. You look like you’d be good at it, and I just know how much you love sucking on cocks.” I growled at him and he frowned. “Don’t worry, bitch. I’m not in the mood for foreplay tonight.”

He held both of my feet with just one of his hands while he undid his pants and slid out of them along with his boxers. His throbbing member bounced out as soon as his boxers were clear and I nearly laughed. Now that I had seen more men’s privates, I found that his was surprisingly small. I didn’t have a ruler with me at the time, but it couldn’t have been longer than four-and-a-half inches. (or just not-that-big for you users of the metric system.)

I stopped smiling quickly when he pried my legs apart and put his penis at the entrance of my womanhood. I glared up at him, but I knew that there wasn’t anything I could do, not to him. Boss was boss for a reason.

He smiled when he saw the look on my face. “Oh, I don’t intend to use this hole either.” That got me confused. There was only one hole down there to use in my mind… unless he was going to…

I gasped when he moved his dick from my pussy to the entrance of my virgin ass. my anus twitched when he set the head of his penis against it.

“No lube either.” He said as he slowly pushed his dick into my ass. Pain raced through me as he penetrated deeper and deeper, my wall sticking to him without any lubricants. I cried out in pain. “Nice and tight.” Boss stated his approval. I had never wanted to kill anyone more than in that moment, but my brief flash of fury was gone in an instant when he suddenly withdrew and my butt spasmed, clenching at something that was no longer there. I cried out again.

In and out he went. Slowly at first but picking up speed as he went. I felt tears running down my cheeks as pain washed over me like a lake. “I’m going to regret selling you.” Boss said. “But it’s something that needs to be done. I hope you go to someone who will enjoy this ass just as much as I do.” He emptied his first load into me then, so quick that it was almost as shameful as what he was doing to me. I groaned as the feeling of liquid being pumped into my rectum reached my brain.

“You like that, don’t you, you little slut.” Boss said, his breath hot and stinking on my neck. When he finished squirting into me, he threw me roughly off of the bed and I collapsed on the floor, my legs wobbly and my anus leaking cum. He grabbed a fistful of my hair and brought me to my knees roughly. “Now clean off my dick so I can get to bed.” He ordered.

Thinking back, I should’ve bitten it off.