Chapter 1 Education
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 pack 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. Despite my clothe-less state, my vagina is never seen, hiding behind my fur until I am ready to mate. My master tells me that I look around 14 or 15, and that I am very beautiful.

On the day that I was captured I had no idea what was going on. I was just hungry. I mean to say it was a normal day. Back then I had no idea how to speak in English, just understand it. My master, who I'm deliberately not naming yet, taught me how to speak.

Up until the day I was captured, I was a wild anthro. I only knew my mother and she told me never to go near humans, they didn't accept the likes of me. Despite what my mother told me, when I saw a pack of humans looking through the forest with strange sticks, I couldn't resist just looking at them.

I hid in the bushes and watched them. The sticks they were holding were small and L-shaped. I didn't know then, but they were guns with tranquilizers. I still don't know how those stupid things work even though Ni-... my master told me hundreds of times. They stopped just by the bush I was in.

"What kind of bitch is it this time?" a gruff voice that came from a tall man asked. He seemed to be the leader. I didn't know what 'bitch' meant.

"An Eevee anthro, sir." 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 word meanings, but never 'pokemorph.'

"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.

"Start setting a trap." The man ordered.

They didn't get a chance. I stood up and ran for the piece of meat. The men were so surprised that they couldn't react. I stood in front of the man, sniffing the chunk of bloody flesh.

"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 stripped off a piece of meat and gave it to me. I took it gingerly then ate it ravenously.

They walked slowly away to see if I'd follow. When I did, they walked without fear. Occasionally I was rewarded with meat, but more frequently, I was touched by them. When they first did it, I was repelled, going by instinct to not trust them, but the meat drew me back.

It started with my back, ginger patting and rubbing that, after my instincts accepted it, started to feel soothing. Then it went lower, rubbing my tail. Boss was always the one to start a new place. When Boss grabbed my butt after that, I looked at him strangely, my head slightly cocked to the side. No one had ever touched me there before, and I couldn't imagine why they would want to.

Boss laughed at my look. "She a beautiful one. She'll fetch a lot." The humans pet my legs, my stomach, pet my head, but the thing they seemed to like most were my breasts. I let out a mur every time they gingerly cupped my boobs. Their hands would linger, kneading the soft flesh with their fingers. When I finally saw the truck, I was completely explored by their hands except for one place: my vagina.

The truck was the kind like the ambulances. I think they're called delivery trucks or something like that. Beside the truck were three black cars. I assume, as in currently, that those extra vehicles were meant for the other people who didn't fit in the truck. Two men opened the back of the truck and the meat was thrown in. taking the throwing as a sign they were discarding the meat, I leaped in after it.

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. I didn't notice as the truck came on. I yelped as it jumped to life retreating to a corner where I curled up, hugging my knees.

I do not know how long I stayed there with 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 dwarfing his, I realized Jim was much bigger than me... subconsciously of course. It took awhile, but I calmed down.

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 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.'

He was apparently tired of waiting. 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 me 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. They wisely took hold of my arms and legs before they turned it on.

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. 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?


I estimate that I spent maybe a month there. The room I was in was fairly comfortable with a bed and food given regularly. I'm not sure whether or not they ever locked the door. Back then, I didn't know how to open a door.

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 spent more time with Sir and his crew before I had to do Boss again.

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, and by the time I was sold, I didn't have an inch of my body that was left uncummed on, except for my pussy of course.

The day before I went up for sale, I know that for sure because I overheard them, I was taught something by Boss himself. He called it a goodbye present. So far I had never been fucked, ever, by man or beast. I still had a hymen and my butt was still unevaluated.

That night, or day, I never really was sure of the time in there, he brought me to his room alone. I was never at ease with him while we were alone. He seemed more likely to hurt me then. Sir had never hurt me after the first day, well, not beyond reason. I preferred him than anyone else, and, sensing that the less fuss I made meant the more money he made, Boss had me working with him more often than not.

Anyway, I hope everyone reading this knows that these are painful memories... That day I was ordered onto my hands and knees. I was confused (of course) after all, I had never been in this particular position before a male before so I knew not what about to happen. I felt him put his hands on my hips. He put his penis at my slit's entrance and I suddenly knew what was about to happen. I trembled. Thought I didn't know the details, I knew it would hurt.

He slid it in slowly, almost pleasurably. I shivered again. I had only given pleasure, never receiving any. He suddenly hit my wall and sighed. "I guess you're a virgin, you little bitch." He groaned. I knew it was from frustration, not from pleasure. "I can't pop your cherry, leaving that to the new master increases value." He slapped my butt. I shivered from surprise more than pain. "But I know what kind of virginity I can take without a trace." I didn't have time to wonder what he meant before he quickly took my ass's virginity away, not even being slow.

I screamed in pain. Before I was even finished with the scream he had started withdrawing to pound in again, and again, and again... the night was an endless sea of pain. I'm not sure when I passed out, but I know that it wasn't soon enough. I woke up the next morning, I think it was morning, in my bed. I don't know how I got there, but I knew that I hadn't moved. By myself at least.

I slowly got up, the pain in my butt telling me that it wasn't a dream. I felt worn, tired, like an old, sun-faded glove. I didn't even have a chance to recover either, as Sir came in.

"Oh, good, you're awake, girl." He smiled. "You're about to be bought." He was holding a red collar with a long leash. "Come here, girl."

I didn't move, stuck between going with him and staying, hoping to escape being raped again, not that I knew I had been raped. "Eve..." I said wearily

"C'mon, the Boss is impatient." He came to me and slipped the collar on. He adjusted it so it wasn't too tight or too slack. He then snapped the leash onto the metal ring on my collar and led me out of my room without having to pull on the leash.

I was led outside for the first time in weeks. I was momentarily blinded by the sun, smiling. I was outside! My smile dropped when I realized that the leash was meant for.

Sir had to tug me toward the woods. I had wet streaks in my fur under my eyes but I did not show that I was crying in any other way. We walked, or more precisely, he tugged and I stumbled through the woods for a little while before we reached a clearing where Boss and another man stood.

"What's gotten into you, girl?" Sir asked me as I started to tug harder. I was weakened by my month of inactivity, but I was still far stronger than him. "Please stop, If you don't we'll have to tranquilize you again. Do you want that to happen?"

I frowned, crying still. I did not want to get tranquilized again. I had misbehaved once, biting a man's penis when he decided to get a bit too violent with me. I hated the feeling of helplessness that comes with a tranquilizer.

With another firm tug, I began to follow willingly. We stopped near the two. I looked at the one next to Boss. Surely he was to be my new master. After all, Boss could not buy what he already owned.

At the short distance I was from Boss and the unknown man I could see that it wasn't a man at all. It was a boy. He seemed to be my height with short, pale blue hair and light green eyes, slight build, and a slightly slim face. He wore a T-shirt with blue jeans and a pack. There was no sign of a Pokeball belt.

He and Boss seemed to be fighting over something. Money, I realize now, but back then all I could do was focus on the ground. Finally the boy seemed to notice me.

"Is this her now?" He asked Boss. Boss nodded. He looked me up and down. Our eyes met and I saw something in them that I hadn't seen in anyone else's. I couldn't pin-point exactly where or what it was, but he held my gaze. "Does she talk?"

"Of course not. It's illegal to capture pokemorphs if they can talk or wear clothes."

"Twenty thousand is my final offer." The boy replied.

"Deal." Boss grumbled as the boy made the exchange. "Hand him the leash."

"Hello little Eevee." The boy said as Boss and Sir went away. I watched after them, happy they were out of my life, but now I had a new problem. "Do you really not talk?"

"Eevee?" I asked cautiously.

"I thought not." The boy smiled. "I'll teach you some time. I'm Nick. Do you have a name?"

I shook my head. "Eve."

"Well I'll name you right now." Nick smiled. "Stop me at a name you like." He went through common names. Names like Linda, Emma, Kat, Jill, Joyce, boring, boring, boring. The list went on. At first I couldn't believe he was letting me choose, but I got used to it, listening as names flew by. He started to get into more interesting names, faltering in between names as he tried to remember more. One name in particular stood out: Trinity. I didn't know what it meant but, it had a nice ring to it.

"Eevee!" I interjected.

"You want Hellena?"

I shook my head. "Eevee. Vee." I said, knowing he couldn't understand. He got the message.

"Trinity?"

I nodded.

"Trinity it is then."

And so it was.Chapter End Notes:So? How'd you like it? I was a little nervous while writing this so I made chapter two right away. you know, to keep up demand or something like that.
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