Laid there sat the two pokemon of presumed love, or at least that’s what Munchkin the eevee had so desperately thought. The eevee had one of the fluffiest hairs in all of Kanto, it extended almost to his eyes which made him struggle to see on top of his poor vision. His tail was puffy and had round circular markings on it, indicating that he was in fact a trans-male. 

He was beside Macaron, an impure mix of mightyena and furfrou. His fur was a monochrome mess; frizzy and disregarded for any sort of care, a large black stripe traveling down his back that even extended to his tail and unshaved legs that bore more jet black. Underneath his red eyes laid two triangles, almost looking as if they’ve been purposefully put on as make up.

 And yet the furfrou mix’s eyes laid still and fixed, far from even the actual gaze of Munchkin. Munchkin never made him happy, his only positive acknowledgement of the eevee happened during sex. It was like that’s all he was good for to him, and all he was ever worth to him. The other times he was just simply a bother, and an attached bother at that. Macaron believed desperately that he was nothing yet a husk, they weren’t even that long into the relationship and already it was hell, merely a few months and Macaron’s true nature was to show.

 What was pleasant cuddling to Munchkin was of course turning the two of them horny due to the natural hormones released. By this point, Macaron had been fully aroused, and Munchkin had begun to drip onto his thigh. The eevee absolutely yearned for him, in every moment of his waking life did that eevee just want his love and affection above all else. It was… embarrassing how much care he had shown for this worthless piece of shit; most of the things he did were half assed or just cruel to him.

 Macaron began to motion and rub his cock, and motioned to Munchkin, of whom was already humping his thigh almost uncontrollably;

“So wanna suck it? It’s right here for you” He smirked, which shot the vee up with joy,

“Yes yes yes!” He eagerly replied but warned,

“Please whatever you do, please do not force me again. You know I’m not…” he looked away awkwardly, seemingly remembering a previous event, 

“Use to that. Please don’t let your impulse get to you…” another pause,

“Again. Okay?”

“I promise I won’t, I care about you.”

 “I love you.”

 “I love you too.”

 He adjusted himself on the bedding, making more room for Munchkin to lay beside him perfectly, his cock twitched in excitement. This was some of the first times he’d actually smiled during the entire time, the rest of the time he looked meek and dull. The only thing he was excited for genuinely was having his cock finally sucked off. Admittedly he had actually craved that feeling for quite a while, but it was embarrassing for him to actually admit to Munchkin outloud. Any signs of embarrassment was genuine and critical weakness, which was why he could never actually speak up about his issues properly. Rather instead, it was more appropriate to lash out on the innocent party.

 Munchkin of course, cutely scrunched down into his usual spot, directly to cock level. He had done this before to him; but Macaron was one of his first real sexual experiences. He preferred to go at his own pace, for what he could handle, so he wasn’t overloaded. It was not like Macaron’s cock was even all that big, it was at a measly average after all, but he wasn’t use to having a cock in his throat. His gag reflex was lacking in some, but as long as he took it at his own pace it was relatively easy for him to take the entire cock.

 Macaron looked down as Munchkin slowly began to put his mouth on his penis, bobbing up and down. The two barely made eye contact through the fluff of fur between the both of them. Munchkin closed his eyes slightly and focused really hard in order to maintain the speed, he held by one paw the thigh of Macaron, slumping his face into the cock bit by bit. All he wanted to do was please the canine pokemon; that’s all he ever wanted to do. He just wanted to make him happy and feel loved.

Was he even to deserve that love with a touch so constantly cold? He only felt so warm and lovely due to the way Munchkin glorified him in every moment, desperately hanging onto every bit of this ruined mon. He trusted him when truthfully, he should have never. The consequence of letting a cockroach into your life was him taking his paw and shoving Munchkin down on his disgusting penis.  

The words he said echoed in Munchkin’s head as he gasped for air and began to gag, attempting to desperately pull away. His struggling breath was overshadowed by the contrasting gentle huffs and moans from Macaron’s maw, his face distorting into a slight smile as he shoved the eevee harder and harder on the penis. He was so very close, twitching, as Munchkin still struggled in those moments, to which the dark type canine pokemon in a final thrust held his face into perfect place to finally release his hot warm semen.  

Munchkin choked violently, thrashing himself away, gagging so bad he began to throw up in his mouth. His ears down, he shook, absolutely distraught. Meanwhile Macaron simply just shot the last of his load onto the bed, it dripping with the consistency of sticky gooey blood. It stained the bed sheet. He held his dick in place, without care for Munchkin, until he saw Munchkin hunched over away from him, close to bawling his eyes out. He wouldn’t stop shivering and shaking, he was deathly afraid of vomiting and his consent had just been violated by the person he trusted the most.

Macaron’s gaze softened as his dick became soft, staring at who was meant to be his lover,

 “I’m… sorry…” There was no response from Munchkin aside from the continuous shaking he kept doing and his refusal to look at even a plush directly in the eyes.  

 “Ugh.. I hate myself…” he grumbled half to himself but loud enough Munchkin could hear. Munchkin now had to comfort him or else he may do something to himself as a result, before he could even comfort himself. He moved himself forward again to Macaron, his guts turning at every inch he was closer. He almost choked on the words like he choked on his penis as he spoke,

 “It’s…” a struggling pause ensued, 

“it’s….” another one, 

“Okay,” His voice sounded shattered, as if the soul of a chain smoker was put directly into his esophagus. He shakingly put a hand on the shoulder of his lover, holding in his emotions with a gulp,

“It was my impulse.. I'm so sorry.. Please don’t think of me as a rapist,” he pleaded to Munchkin, who once again, paused in dialogue. It was difficult to speak, if at all he could. A singular word echoed inside of his head repeatedly as his mouth quivered, struggling to let out words; why? Why…? How could he…? Did I deserve this, truly? It was just an impulse, it was just stupid impulse after all wasn’t it..? It was. It had to be… he desperately thought to himself as he raced through explanations and justifications for his selfish actions. There was nothing he could actually do, or at least to him, than to nullify it all in order to cope. No… it was not rape… it can’t be rape… I consented… I consented… I. Consented. Macaron broke his mind, all so very soon, with such ease due to his sexual greed.

“It’s okay…I guess,” his tone was uneven in it’s delivery,

“It was just your impulse afterall, you aren’t a rapist. You just…” The pause insulated dread this time around,

“Need to control your impulses.”