Ian swung his mouse to the right as his character was launched into the air, the damage indicator on the screen signalling. Flicking the mouse wheel as he fell, he drew his sidearm - two of his pistol shots thudding into the floor, the third barreling into the enemy Scout’s chest - the fourth swatting satisfyingly into his opponent’s skull. As he hit the dirt, the combined bullet force and the impact damage of landing left him with just a smidgen of health - but his quick reactions had left his attacker dead, ragdolling into the ground.

He called into the mic mockingly, tapping the keyboard for a friendly Medic’s assistance. It was all so easy, with the bass of his music thumping through the thick headphones on his head.
fuckin twtichaim wingre op noob flashed in the textbox.

He simply laughed back. mad? :3

take yur fcukin espeonface emote to another survr dickwad
Ian just let himself smile from behind the screen. While he was racking up fourth place on his team’s scoreboard, the newbie wanted to rant on the keyboard; and all it was going to do was get him killed again. The anger was just delicious.

It didn’t last much longer. Within a few moments, the constant burst of munitions fire fazed out, replaced with microphone calls of celebration and trash-talking in the server chat as his team captured the last control point on the map. He’d hit third place on his team’s scoreboard as the round was over and all-in- all, it looked like they’d outscored the other team two to one. Domination . It was going to look good on his score history - but it was late, and he was hungry.
Amongst the celebrations, he disconnected, sporting a satisfied grin.

---

It was well into the dead of night after the gaming session, but frankly, there was little that could ever be more satisfying than a midnight snack. That, and a certain Pokémon’s content company, was something that could get him through any night...

It was halfway through preparing his sandwich that he felt her fur sweep across the back of his thigh, the quiet whisper of “Esp~” rolling upwards, in a tired but contented murmur.

It was Vera, the family’s Espeon.

“Oh, heya, girl. How you feelin’ tonight?”, he whispered.

He went right on arranging his meal as she nudged his mind with her own - the mental tendrils branching over his like a tickle of cranial fuzz before, suddenly, she connected their minds together and allowed him to feel what she was feeling. Love and respect came first, like they always did; he found it a bit strange that she was so attached to him, but she’d been doing this for months and months, now - it didn’t really bother him anymore. Then there was tiredness, lethargy; seemed she’d only just woken up from a nap. Happiness shone through for a moment - she really was pretty content, having had a sweet dream - then, hunger, too.

Oh - and the cheeky ‘mon wanted some of his sandwich .

He chuckled. “Sorry, Vera, girl. This is for me. I’ll fix you up something good in the morning.”

She nudged him with disappointment and brushed against his thighs again, asking once more. God, she was adorable.

“Nah, babe. This is my food, eh?” he mumbled, taking a small bite and speaking through it.
“You wouldn’t want to eat something of mine.”

Finishing up his prep he stepped around the Espeon’s lithe form, through to the living room, and fell back onto the sofa, placing the remaining half of the sandwich on the nearby table. Sure, he thought - it was late night and all, the only thing that would be on the TV was the late-night Hoenn news. But as he kicked up his legs, comfortably resting on his back, he knew it would at least be decent ambience.

He pressed a few buttons on the remote, which was conveniently within reach on the floor, before reaching over to chew at his food. Suddenly, he heard a creak, before a weight lumped onto his chest, the Espeon’s silhouette padding around on top of him.

“Esp~?”

She bumped her mind against his, transmitting a seemingly random display of love, respect, adoration - before shutting it off, and with a contented mental buzz curled around her tails into a napping position on his belly.

The house had been empty for a couple of days now - Ian’s single mother and his younger brother having left for a bargain-luxury Cianwood break in Johto. He didn’t begrudge them the time together; his brother was a snark and a half, not to mention being pretty terrible at the even more terrible games he seemed to enjoy playing. The irritating little shit got in the way far too often, and as much as his mom was a really great provider, Ian felt he could use a break from her - she could be a little overbearing on the maternalism, ever since Dad had left home.

Out of them all, Vera was his closest companion in the fmaily. It wasn’t just that he was the only one in the house who she would allow to connect her mind with - but she just seemed to melt away her shy coyness in his presence. They watched TV together, ate together; sometimes she’d pad into his room at night and hell, they’d even slept together side-by-side.

So, when his mom had tried to pull him with his brother to Cianwood, he’d feigned a need to be in work all week; whipping up a plausibly vague story about a big back-order from a new, but potentially great, client - some subsidiary of Team Aqua. It was half-true since, after all, he was on the line for a promotion at the warehouse soon - and if he made a good impression this week, he might be able to score it. Hell, the fact that he could be on hand to help look after Vera instead of shelling out for a Pokécenter box just made it easier for everyone. The system was only free for Trainers, after all.

And so he’d been lumped at home, three days having passed out of the week and a half the family would be away; not that he minded. He was finally learning to cook, and the privacy gave him a lot of free time... absently, he stroked across Vera’s thick, feline fluff; letting his hand sink into her fur and coaxing her into purring against his belly.

News story passed after news story; random reports about trainer activity in the area - it was all rather dull. Reaching down for the remote, he browsed through the TV guide a bit before dropping it over to the international Jubilife TV. The eager reporter was checking out a summary of the Hearthome Contests, all the way in Sinnoh. Yet within just a few minutes, Ricky’s Golem, Melissa, had won a Beauty contest ribbon. Fireworks, celebrations... a short advert break - he reached over, numbly chewing on his food... put it back on his plate...


It was only as the catchy jingle for the Street Corner Personality Checkup began that Ian found himself slipping into a dozing state. He shook his head - checked the on-screen display of the television - blinked himself back to awareness. Shit... it was nearly 2am. Haha, maybe he should get some rest soon...

Still, the speakers were making an interesting point about water-type trainers and social extroversion - the speaker sounded pretty qualified. A short thought passed through his head, as he wanly admired the sleeping Espeon lying on his chest.

“Wonder what they say about psychic-type admirers, eh, girl?”, Ian whispered, at the resting Vera. She was kinda pretty, in her own way. Big ears and a furred, wispy tail; those fluffy tufts on her cheeks, and a red jewel in the crown of her feline face...

She seemed to catch him staring - her eyes flitting open right at his. She yawned, and he smiled down at her, and she mentally bumped him with a drowsy contentedness - lightly fizzled through with a sense of adoration... as always.

“Yeah, yeah. I love you too, girl,” he mumbled, grinning at her.

As he said it, something skittish seemed to run through her mind - satisfaction, humour, love. She craned her paws, stretching on his belly like an exhausted kitten, before rolling onto her back on top of him - her lightly fluffed belly completely exposed.

In his light-hearted daze, he playfully reached over her, massaging and caressing her soft-furred pink stomach, her tail swishing and batting lazily against his arm... almost as if to push his fingers lower down her stomach.

“Cheeky,” he mumbled, sleepily.

But as interesting as Vera was acting tonight, it was best to get some rest. Yeah, he’d stayed up later than this before, but he’d be foolish to try - it wouldn’t be long before the local Farfetch’d began to squeal at the sky in the morning. After all, i t was a work day tomorrow, and though he could take a late night - coffee wasn’t hard to come by - but it wasn’t really worth pushing his luck and energy.

Bumping his mind against Vera’s, he mentally rustled her with adoration - leaving her bumping him back with a sleepy mental happiness - before slipping himself out from underneath her, waving the remote at the TV to switch it to standby, and making his way to his bed.

He didn’t notice Vera’s shadow behind him, or hear her silent footfalls.

--

It started out as mental noise - like static on the radio that grated around the music and words of the station. The evening shower normally relaxed Ian better than anything, especially for sleep, but as the water fell around him it was nothing but irritating, like physical distraction from some clarity of thought that he, for some reason, couldn’t figure out why he even wanted.

It was late, and he knew heshould be tired. But while he didn’t feel active, there was something on - or in - his mind, pushing little frustrating mental buttons, a niggling fuzz that swelled on the fringes of his psyche. But, somewhere between shutting off the shower and drying off, somewhere between preparing the bed and throwing the towel in some burst of irritation at the corner of the moon-lit bedroom, the mental fuzz began to pulse and flare in his head - not painful, never painful, but frustrating; he couldn’t think at all.

Holding and stroking his temples, Ian sat clothesless on the side of his bed, fiddling with his hair in a mix of annoyance and fatigue. Throbbing... pulses... he gasped, feeling them reverberate in his head, hitting him harder, gripping his temples and squeezing his teeth as suddenly everything rose to a crescendo blur of mental buzz - fuck!

Dots of colour swam around his eyes as he barely registered the bedroom door opening, the damped paw-pad footfalls of the Espeon not even audible on the soft carpet. Her silhouette was faded, dull in the moonlight that streamed in from the window, and the gem on her forehead seemed to flash with a mild gleam.

Gripped in Vera’s mental stockade, Ian’s mind almost detonated with a compulsion to lean back, lie down, get on his back- he gasped, losing control of his limbs and, suddenly even his thoughts, as paralysis seeped through him. As if muted, the realisation merely thumped dully at his cognition - he was owned by Vera - physically and mentally. He was completely naked and vulnerable, and out of all the stimuli in the world that he could feel, only three things registered in what was becoming a blind and animalistic fear raking at him - the feel of his laboured breathing, the weight of her body as she leapt up onto his chest... and the sound of her voice, as she mewled with a quiet reassurance in the darkness.

“...esp~”

She reached into his mind, bumped hers against his. Love - so much love - wrapped around his fear. Trust surrounded his sense of betrayal. She tried to pump her happiness through him, tried to reassure him - it was all Ian could do to hold back a feeling of sickness and repugnance as the Pokemon possessed his mind.

Then, she let go of it.


In the early morning darkness, she lay on top of his naked chest. The Espeon’s front paws felt soft at his collar; her hinds resting warmly at his navel. Ian’s breathing was heavy and shallow, his eyes locked with Vera’s as he felt his paralysis seep away - some primal fear compelling him to throw her off him and curl up in a corner, but the higher part of his mind filled with just one question... why?

She hadn’t hurt him, he realised. All he felt was a sense of... preparation. Like... as if she wanted something. Love, respect, adoration, trust - it all seemed to flash again and again through their mental link... like a plea.

That’s when he felt it - her twin tail-tips undulating lazily against his thighs, even as she sat stock-still meeting his gaze. The pink-furred tips softly brushed his skin, trailing back and forth... before Ian audibly gasped, breaking his locked gaze with Vera, as she slipped her tail-tips between his thighs, the dual appendages of her tail slinking over his maleness - his shaft - and slipping around it, almost holding it, like between a thumb and finger...

With a mental buzz - an appeal to his trust, he realised - Vera’s tails slipped against his sensitive length, her face closer and closer to his... her muzzle mere millimetres from his own, as one last time, she bumped her mind against his... happiness and love flooding through the pristine connection, the warm feelings spreading across his mind as her feline tongue graced his lips, the Espeon asking for trust, forgiveness, and above all, he realised... permission.

Overstimulated as he felt, her twin tails slipping up and down his already-swelling phallus, the warm, furred tips driving him to a sense of heat, her mind on the brink of invading his, and exhausted as he felt, he knew that despite it all, this... wasn’t making him unhappy. Poképhilia... it was nothing; nothing at all, to him. Fuck the world - this was between him and her.

No regrets, no misgivings - he raised an arm, stroking at her body, his fingers slinking gently through her fur as, with a single mental message, Ian gave her the permission she asked for.

--

Her tail-tips squeezed at the base of his swollen shaft as she curled around her body, facing away from him as she turned herself around to front herself against his member... before she let her tongue rake softly across the very tip of his head , the texture and grace eliciting a flinching twitch from the shirtless male beneath her. His skin was warm under her paws... it felt pleasant, endearing.

“Hah-h...oly shit...”, she heard him half-breathe, half-think, sounding almost incredulous, his gently panting breaths providing what almost felt like a rhythm, as she rode his chest, rising and fell in tune, her twin-tails massaging at his base as she rolled her flexible tongue around his head, caressing and gently squeezing at his member as it grew to a sleek, heated curve in front of her... almost as long as her front legs..

She flexed the claws of her hindpaws, letting them tap against his belly as she wiggled her rump upwards, tail raised just a little higher, trying to make the point for her. With so much stimulation riding their mental connection, she longed to be touched... leaning down over his shaft, she let it brush against the fur of her cheeks, catching it with her tongue again as she rolled back up again, her purrs rumbling softly through her, almost vibrating against his exposed body...

In a rising desperation, she sent a mental bolt through his mind, transmitting all her feelings at once - in a snapshot burst that shot through them both, grabbing his attention.

“Y-you... want me to.. aaa...”

Suddenly, she felt his hands run against her body, through her fluff and fur, the passionate sweeping strokes building on the contentedness in her. She let her feelings sweep across their mental link , the pleasure ringing in Ian’s mind alongside hers as she felt his thumb - tentatively at first, then more and more confidently - sweep against her rump, exploring just under her tail, slipping even against her female entrance; the perineum of her body bared for his gentle touches, the tickling teases of his gentle strokes satisfying some carnal need within her as she rolled her tongue across his flesh once more in unison, mental purrs of satisfaction vibrating right against Ian’s mind in line with the bursts of animal pleasure that seemed to ache within her, desperate for more...

She almost mewled - his clueless hands weren’t greatly skilled, but big enough and soft enough to make up for what they were hitting sweet spots all across her behind... she shivered, adrenaline causing her legs to weaken beneath her and wishing for more.

In response, she let herself finally do what she’d always wanted - her feline muzzle sinking downwards, letting his tip rest just in the inside of her muzzle, as her fine, flexible tongue caressing, tasting and exploring the underside of her owner’s head, his musk and flavour divine just as she’d always imagined...

She tried to stop her own hinds wobbling as she felt Ian play with her rump again, the trainer finally picking up the confidence to really play with her in return - nearly bucking herself backwards as his smallest finger pressed against her, her muscular elasticity stretching gently before relaxing - a lightning spark of pleasure running through her body.

Mewl...

“Ohhh, god...”... his sighs of pleasure were just like she’d imagined. How far could she make him go? She flashed her happiness across their mental link, letting him know how much his ministrations were doing to her .

Feeling explorative, she swallowed in anticipation... and sunk lower down onto him, his shaft slipping deeper into her muzzle, caressing the top of her maw as she suckled against his thick, sensitive head, as the exotic human shaft graced the warmth of the inside of her cheeks; an ear twitching as she purred against him, the first inches of his shaft finally, firmly, and for the first time, truly inside her...

For her size, it seemed enormous - like sliding a whole paw into her maw. But there was a carnal fascination that begged her to go deeper, try harder; and she slipped down, sinking further down, almost to the middle of Ian’s delicious length - until it was just too big for her to take any more of. She suckled on what she had, maneuvering her thin tongue to taste his sensitive privacies - bumping his mind again, and again, with messages of her pleasure, and the wild enjoyment that kept bursting through her as he brushed and stroked her fur, and teased against her rump...

By now, Ian couldn’t control his passion, the feline’s adept tongue and warm muzzle slipping over and around his head and shaft, slinking up and down... He gyrated his hips in response to her treatment, gently thrusting up and back, almost riding her suckling with subtle humps that just encouraged her incredible treatment - pleasure and passion mixing between their mental link, bumping backwards and forwards; the mental noise was like a psychic frenzied fuck, joining and merging with the physical intensity of what he was feeling as she teased at him.

With each hump and grind and lick of Vera’s tongue against his shaft he felt himself pushed closer to a peak - he was far beyond trying to get the investigative Espeon out of his pants, now - shit, it was all he could do to mentally beg her to finish him; the pleasure building up inside him, almost torturously staying just beyond release... her soft maw gliding up and down his length, staying for a moment to suckle right at the head of his shaft as intense pleasure seemed to glow and alight within him, his breaths coming shorter, faster; before the pressure hit a sweet spot, and it all crashed down, massive pleasure hitting him like a furious wave.

He almost bucked straight upwards into Vera’s maw as the bolts shot through him, leaving him almost flinching against the bed, throbbing with an incredible gratification - the Espeon’s tongue slipping right across his shaft’s head... watching as she lapped at his leaking shaft, spurts of his seed splashing across her feline muzzle... barely able to control his own breathing, as the high of his peak faded with an excruciatingly slow-to-pass bliss...


It was only as he felt his carnal pleasure finally start to fade away that he felt he could open his eyes, but he soon found himself beset with Vera’s attention, licking right at his face and nose, a latent fade of indulgence suffusing through their mental bond. Her twin tails even now rested at his shaft, the pleasant afterglow trouncing every reluctant acknowledgement that he’d just been given head by a Pokemon.

He was more relaxed than he could ever remember, he realised, as he searched within himself. Vera had been with him for years... always loving, respectful... and powerful; their psychic bond was incredible, and he could feel it now more than ever. Connected - interwined.

He licked back at her playfully, grinning as he noticed the slick stains and pools of his own seed still clinging to her fur. She’d have some fun cleaning that out.

So what if he was completely nude, lit by just dim starlight through a window, cuddling an Espeon to his chest and otherwise alone in the dark?

It didn’t really matter. After all, it was a full week until the family came back.

Though, he felt... he might need another shower, now.