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III
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With neither the humans nor their voices near enough to distract him, Destyn decided to have a look around. Things were a lot different inside the human house from the forest in which he had spent his entire life. It was pretty much a basic human dwelling. It had painted walls, carpeting, artificial furnishings, a tiled bathroom, a stocked and tiled kitchen, a dark and cement-floored basement complete with machines for washing human coverings, some closets and a staircase that led up to a couple bedrooms and a cramped attic. He was unable to access some of the house due to his inability to open doors.
He was on his way back to the living room to take a nap on one of the ridiculously comfortable couches when the seductive voice of a female entered his head. "Well, well, well, look what love-struck Tommy brought home this time, and on such a romantic holiday too."
He began turning around in an attempt to locate the source of the voice, but it seemed to be coming from nowhere at all. "Over here, cute stuff," She spoke again, making herself audible to his ears.
He walked over to the darkest corner of the room where the nearest light only barely touched it. Without warning, the corner's occupant quickly leaped toward him and knocked him senseless and onto his back. He ached a little from the impact, but he easily recovered from it. He was too surprised and interested to know who had taken such an interest in him to care about such minor pains.
Standing over the top of him with her paws positioned next to his sides was a vulpix with coloring typical of her species. "Like what you see?" She asked, noticing that the eevee beneath her was starting to stare. "That's funny, I like what I see too." She bent her head down to give Destyn an affectionate lick; he cringed and turned his head away, but failed to dodge her tongue as it brushed alongside his face.
"Oh, don't you want me?" She asked, sounding disappointed.
"What do you mean?" Destyn nervously asked.
"Don't you want to make love?" She clarified.
"Make love? Like mate?" He asked as his nervousness turned into fear.
"You catch on fast, cute stuff," She sarcastically remarked.
"Wait, hold on, I don't even know you-"
"My name is Candie. What's yours? Not that it'll matter as soon as Sierra names you." Candie replied.
"Destyn. But wait! I already have a mate," He argued.
Candie gave a scornful laugh and stared deeply into his eyes, making him most uncomfortable. "You have a lot to learn about being a pet. Let me guess, you're straight out of the forest?" She rhetorically asked.
"That's right," He answered to her apparent irritation.
"Well, Forest Boy, I'm going to let you in on a little secret," She paused and could not help but giggle at the eevee's naive expression. "Once you're caught, you no longer have a mate. All the friends you had, your family and even your mate are all gone. You might as well kiss your memories of them goodbye because you'll never see them again." She smiled as she saw the affect her words had on Destyn who was presently shaking his head.
"Like a genie to a lamp," She continued undeterred, "You are bound to your poke'ball and whoever possesses it unless you are freed. Of course, you could try breaking yours to earn your freedom, but everyone knows that they cannot be destroyed by poke'mon attacks." After hitting him hard with the news, she actually laughed a little.
Destyn closed his eyes and began crying. He had already known what Candie was telling him was true, he just wanted to avoid hearing or admitting it because he knew what it would do to his emotional state. "Hey, it's alright. No need to cry. I'm here to help you get through this and I know exactly what'll make you smile." She tried soothing him with some success.
As if to prove her point, she backed away a little until her mouth was only inches away from Destyn's sheath. She opened wide and immediately started licking to coax his penis outside for playtime. "Wait, don't do that. Please, stop!" He pleaded just as the tip of his red phallus began showing.
"What's wrong? Are you gay?" She asked, but she realized she didn't even have to ask him. "Damn, you are, aren't you? Well, I guess I'm just going to have to fix that."
"I really don't want you. Leave me alone!" Destyn tearfully objected.
"I don't care if you want it or not. I haven't had a mate for two years because my owner doesn't take me out enough and now that you're here," She paused for dramatic effect, "Happy Valentine's Day to me!"
He tried standing up to run from her; he wasn't sure where he would go considering he was locked inside the house with a crazed vulpix. He wasn't able to choose a direction, however. She stopped him early by pressing her left forepaw atop his chest and applied enough pressure to keep him planted to the floor. She brought her face down again until their noses touched. He tried turning his head away, but she was having none of it. "Look at me!" The command echoed and rattled inside his head.
Destyn tried resisting, but a feeling of compulsion washed over him. It caused him to stare directly into her eyes. "Don't move! Don't even blink!" The harshly delivered orders caused him a headache, but he complied with even less resistance than he had shown seconds earlier.
She stared for well over a minute; not long after that, his eyes began to dry and become severely irritated from remaining open for such an extended period. "Interesting," She muttered.
"What? What did you see?" Destyn managed to ask.
"Oh, just the usual. Your thoughts, your feelings, your memories," She casually answered.
"You can read minds?" Destyn asked, astonished.
"Close your eyes!" He gratefully did as he was told.
"Forget! Forget everything! Forget your friend! Forget your life in the wild! Forget! Forget everything! Forget your friend! Forget your life in the wild!" She repeated the lines several times over; the words crashed into the defenseless eevee's mind rather destructively.
Each time she shouted a command into his mind, one of Destyn's memories detached itself from his consciousness and found a new home within the deepest recesses of his subconscious where it would be nigh on impossible to retrieve. He eventually lost all he knew and had experienced except for rudimentary knowledge and skills.
When he began losing what his memories of Leith, he desperately tried clinging onto the image of the loveable buizel to his immense discomfort. Her voice became louder and shriller in his head when she sensed resistance, making him unable to focus and unable to save his most treasured memories. Soon, he hardly even remembered what a buizel looked like let alone the fact that he had befriended and mated with one.
She smiled triumphantly and her commands changed when she realized she had succeeded in draining his mind. "Know your place with me! I am your mistress! You serve me! You live to please me! You happily obey me! You love me! You find me attractive!" Again, the commands repeated themselves within Destyn's mind like an ongoing echo that grew more voluminous than muted with time's progression.
It was not long before the traumatic experience left his consciousness fully accepting her statements as undeniable and absolute truths. The yelling within Destyn's head eventually subsided. She had succeeded, leaving him with almost nothing to think about. "Open your eyes and tell me your name," Candie verbally ordered.
He looked at her as though seeing her for the first time in his life. She was the most beautiful creature he had ever encountered and he was willing to do anything for her. She was all that mattered to him now, which was the way she wanted it. "I don't have a name, Mistress," He answered as truthfully as he could since he no longer remembered who he was aside from being Candie's obedient eevee.
"Who do you love?" She asked in her determination to make absolutely certain nothing went wrong with the brainwashing.
"I love only you, Mistress," He replied.
Candie giggled with delight and satisfaction at a job well done. She then removed herself completely from the eevee's front. He lifted his head and watched her curiously as she lay on the carpet on her back and spread her legs invitingly. Her wet aching pussy was revealed to him in all its gorgeous attractiveness. His dick needed no additional coaxing; it quickly slid out of its sheath, reaching its full length and thickness within seconds. Candie glanced at it and seemed rather disappointed by its size. The fact of the matter was that the eevee was half her size.
She rolled over onto her front and stood up while muttering to herself, "Hold on, I think I have an idea to fix this." She began walking out of the room and her precious evening companion almost stood to follow. "Don't move, I'll be right back," She suddenly commanded without slowing, stopping or turning around.
The eevee went back to lying on his back, counting the seconds it took for his mistress to return. He couldn't wait to get started! He ached to make her happy and his excitement was obvious through both his anticipatory smile and his erection.
Candie soon found what she was looking for; it was placed inside a green cloth bag that she grabbed with her teeth by the loops. On her way back to the living room, she suddenly detected the presence of a psychic mind. Further examination revealed that the mind was scanning the city for something. She activated her own unique psychic abilities and explored the foreign presence to determine the reason for its actions.
She realized that an abra, not far from the city, was searching for something specific and his search was quickly narrowing down to her neighborhood. She did not know why he was looking for something in her area, but she was paranoid.
She automatically assumed without evidence that whoever he was, he was out to take her mate from him. She may not have been in a sane state of mind, but she was able to interfere with the abra's psychic abilities using her own. "That ought to keep you away," She thought after a moment's concentration.
She reentered the living room where she dropped the bag near her supposed mate. Like a mindless puppy, the eevee rolled over onto his front and nearly dashed toward her, ready to pounce upon her excitedly. At least he was ready to do so until Candie cried, "STOP!" He obeyed before he had even managed to break into a trot. "I am going to give you something that was meant for me," She explained.
"I figure that I don't need it right now since I have you. Of course, I'm not even supposed to know about it seeing as how it was supposed to be a surprise and all. You'll probably end up in trouble when Sierra gets home, but I'll make sure nothing bad happens to you." During her ramblings, Candie started talking more and more to herself and less and less to the eevee. "I'm not going to lose my mate," She declared to herself, but the eevee was simply delighted to hear her call him her mate.
"Go on and take what's inside," The vulpix ordered, sounding afraid of exposing herself to the bag's contents.
The eevee stepped toward the bag without hesitation and lifted its flap before burying his left paw inside of it. He slowly scooped out from the bag a hard cold object that began to warm and shine to his touch to Candie's apparent satisfaction. He rolled it beneath his jaw and stared at it curiously. It was, at first, a dimly glowing and semitransparent red rock the size of a large jewel.
"Hold onto it tightly," Candie instructed. "Lucky for me, you're an eevee; this'll actually work," She muttered.
The eevee did as he was told and sandwiched the uneven object between his paws. Almost instantly afterward, it grew intensely luminous to the point he actually had to shut his eyes. At the same time, it began radiating heat to such a degree that he whimpered from discomfort and nearly released his hold. He would have kicked it away if Candie had not shouted, "Don't let go!"
He sensed the glow envelope his entire body along with tremendous heat that the rock also generated. At first, it was agonizing until he actually felt as though his blood was on fire, but the pain lasted only for a few seconds. Afterward, he felt cozily warm on both the outside and on the inside. A strange sensation of fulfillment came over him soon after the heat had gone down a little as well.
He had not been aware of the growth and changes his body quickly experienced while he had his eyes closed. Curiosity soon got the better of him and he chose to examine himself at the exact moment that his evolution became complete. To his great astonishment, he had transformed into a fiery colored flareon with more fluffy and insulating fur than he had possessed as an eevee. "You look sexy," Candie commented.
"I feel amazing," The flareon remarked.
"Now that you're the right size, shall we proceed?" She asked.
"With what?" He asked before quickly answering his own question. "Oh! Right! I'm ready!" Candie giggled and simply breathed the word "Good" in response.
Even though he had evolved, the flareon had not lost his erection. His penis had merely tripled in length and girth along with a few other unseen anatomical changes needed for breeding with other fire types. Candie was waiting to have his phallus penetrate her. She was already lying on her back again with her hind legs as far spread apart as she could manage and her six tails lowered almost flat against the floor.
For once, the brainwashed male needed no instruction to carry out her wishes. Due to evolving, he was larger than her by several inches, but she didn't mind. She liked him big! At least she liked him that way as long as he remained under her control.
He positioned himself above his mistress and lowered his body until the tip of his enhanced vulpine phallus rested dangerously above Candie's needy vulva. No lubrication seemed necessary, she was plenty wet. Her cunt had a glossy sheen to it from visible moisture that caught and reflected the dim lighting of the room. He took advantage of that by dragging his dick the last couple inches along her belly and pressed its tapered tip against her opening.
The first quarter of his cock slid inside her without resistance and without him placing any effort into it. After that, however, he felt her insides contract a little along his penis. Thankfully, he hardly had any of it inside of her; her physical reaction of muscles pressing against his dick did little to bring him closer to orgasm. From there, he force-fed his length into her one half-inch at a time with each passing second. It was definitely a tight fit, her fleshy walls felt to him as though they were squeezing him harder and harder in her body's desperation for his seed.
His cock released a little pre into her without her knowing due to her elevated stimulation. As if to compensate for the restricting fit, her pussy produced a suitable and warm lubricant. Aside from the penis-milking tightness, she was incredibly hot in a most literal sense. She was almost too hot for her flareon mate to handle, but his body instinctively reacted to her temperature by raising its own to match. "That's right," Candie hardly breathed, "Just like that."
He slid his entire length into her to her slight discomfort, but she gave him no command to stop or ease up a bit. She was horny and wanted his entire package. He pulled out slowly with her walls hugging the entire surface of his length tightly as though expressing Candie's reluctance to let him back out. He minded himself and kept the head of his phallus within her folds.
"You're my mate aren't you?" Candie suddenly asked, sounding irritated for a reason the flareon could not understand.
"Yes," He replied.
"Then start making out with me while you fuck me," She ordered him. "'Fuck' is human slang for 'mate'," She exasperatedly clarified when she noticed his confusion. She wondered if she should not have brainwashed him as thoroughly as she had, but then she realized that a forest dweller would know nothing about human slang.
He grinned and said, with a giggle, "'Fuck', that's a funny word."
"Just keep fucking me already and make out while you're doing it," She impatiently ordered.
Candie propped herself onto her forepaws and lifted her head off the ground to better reach her mate's head. He lowered his face to meet hers and soon began licking her and nuzzling the sides of his head against her cheeks. The intimacy of the actions seemed vaguely familiar, but he neither knew why nor cared. All that mattered to him was that they were mating or, as Candie worded it, fucking.
While 'making out', according to the terminology of the domesticated vulpix, the flareon pushed his dick back into his mistress. He slowly managed to feed its entire length into her a second time. After pulling out and pushing into her unrelentingly tight cunt a few more times, he managed to find a rhythm that worked for both of them and he quickened his pace.
They gasped and moaned ecstatically, licked and nuzzled each other erratically, the flareon eventually began slamming his penis into her with enough forcefulness that caused her some easily ignored discomfort. He leaked more and more pre into her as time went on, but the amount was too insignificant for the vulpix to detect it. Even the scent of his fluids were nothing in comparison to the odors that their aroused and stimulated bodies emitted.
Flareon pumped into her harder and faster than ever before and both their body temperatures heightened to their maximum amounts. They grew careless and did not care that their bodies had caused the carpet beneath them to catch on fire. They continued mating, unaware of the growing flames around them. They mistook their heat for their natural body heat. Their continued sexual and physically exciting actions maintained their temperatures, which helped feed the house fire. They had no need to worry about it, right? Their special abilities made them immune to fire damage anyway.
The flareon came dangerously close to climaxing when a knot formed at the base of his penis. Candie felt the size difference toward the bottom of his cock because it was practically hammering against her clit. He began forcing less of his dick into her due to the new development, but he was able to pump in and out of her faster as a result. This, however, was not enough for Candie. "I...nhh...want...ah-AH-all...of...nhh...it," She gasped.
He wasn't sure about what he was about to do considering the size difference between him and her, but she was his mistress. He applied as much strength as he could to his next inward thrust and met significant resistance. He clenched his mouth shut from the effort while Candie began crying out from actual discomfort. However, she would not deny herself this pleasure. For her, it had been too long since the last time she had been tied.
The flareon's knot very slowly grinded its way into her, stretching her nether lips more than they had ever been expanded. Finally, it sunk completely into her and her contracting flesh was quick to trap it inside of her. She let out a tremendous cry of relief as she climaxed; her fiery hot juices were enough to finally send her mate over the edge.
The tip of his dick had gone beyond her cervix and spewed its hottest and largest load yet directly into her womb. An equally large ejaculation followed it and another impressive shot of fire type seed came after it. They remained tied for the next several minutes while the flareon came several times over as is the natural way for vulpines and canines alike to ensure pregnancy. The amount of cum actually caused Candie's belly to swell visibly. Despite a bloated sensation, she felt no regrets over what she had done. She was pleased with herself and felt content with the outcome.
Her happiness left her when she noticed the blazing fire around them. She had only noticed because she just finished having her mate sexually relieve her. That and she began finding it difficult to breathe. Despite their immunity to fire damage, they both still needed air to breathe. The fire was building wildly and was rapidly consuming the oxygen in the house while replacing it with deadly smoke.
Neither of them could leave, however. They were physically stuck together, which would slow any escape attempt down rather considerably. Additionally, neither of them could open doors and there were no open windows in the house. Unless help arrived soon, the two of them would perish from smoke inhalation. "Shit," Candie cursed.
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With neither the humans nor their voices near enough to distract him, Destyn decided to have a look around. Things were a lot different inside the human house from the forest in which he had spent his entire life. It was pretty much a basic human dwelling. It had painted walls, carpeting, artificial furnishings, a tiled bathroom, a stocked and tiled kitchen, a dark and cement-floored basement complete with machines for washing human coverings, some closets and a staircase that led up to a couple bedrooms and a cramped attic. He was unable to access some of the house due to his inability to open doors.
He was on his way back to the living room to take a nap on one of the ridiculously comfortable couches when the seductive voice of a female entered his head. "Well, well, well, look what love-struck Tommy brought home this time, and on such a romantic holiday too."
He began turning around in an attempt to locate the source of the voice, but it seemed to be coming from nowhere at all. "Over here, cute stuff," She spoke again, making herself audible to his ears.
He walked over to the darkest corner of the room where the nearest light only barely touched it. Without warning, the corner's occupant quickly leaped toward him and knocked him senseless and onto his back. He ached a little from the impact, but he easily recovered from it. He was too surprised and interested to know who had taken such an interest in him to care about such minor pains.
Standing over the top of him with her paws positioned next to his sides was a vulpix with coloring typical of her species. "Like what you see?" She asked, noticing that the eevee beneath her was starting to stare. "That's funny, I like what I see too." She bent her head down to give Destyn an affectionate lick; he cringed and turned his head away, but failed to dodge her tongue as it brushed alongside his face.
"Oh, don't you want me?" She asked, sounding disappointed.
"What do you mean?" Destyn nervously asked.
"Don't you want to make love?" She clarified.
"Make love? Like mate?" He asked as his nervousness turned into fear.
"You catch on fast, cute stuff," She sarcastically remarked.
"Wait, hold on, I don't even know you-"
"My name is Candie. What's yours? Not that it'll matter as soon as Sierra names you." Candie replied.
"Destyn. But wait! I already have a mate," He argued.
Candie gave a scornful laugh and stared deeply into his eyes, making him most uncomfortable. "You have a lot to learn about being a pet. Let me guess, you're straight out of the forest?" She rhetorically asked.
"That's right," He answered to her apparent irritation.
"Well, Forest Boy, I'm going to let you in on a little secret," She paused and could not help but giggle at the eevee's naive expression. "Once you're caught, you no longer have a mate. All the friends you had, your family and even your mate are all gone. You might as well kiss your memories of them goodbye because you'll never see them again." She smiled as she saw the affect her words had on Destyn who was presently shaking his head.
"Like a genie to a lamp," She continued undeterred, "You are bound to your poke'ball and whoever possesses it unless you are freed. Of course, you could try breaking yours to earn your freedom, but everyone knows that they cannot be destroyed by poke'mon attacks." After hitting him hard with the news, she actually laughed a little.
Destyn closed his eyes and began crying. He had already known what Candie was telling him was true, he just wanted to avoid hearing or admitting it because he knew what it would do to his emotional state. "Hey, it's alright. No need to cry. I'm here to help you get through this and I know exactly what'll make you smile." She tried soothing him with some success.
As if to prove her point, she backed away a little until her mouth was only inches away from Destyn's sheath. She opened wide and immediately started licking to coax his penis outside for playtime. "Wait, don't do that. Please, stop!" He pleaded just as the tip of his red phallus began showing.
"What's wrong? Are you gay?" She asked, but she realized she didn't even have to ask him. "Damn, you are, aren't you? Well, I guess I'm just going to have to fix that."
"I really don't want you. Leave me alone!" Destyn tearfully objected.
"I don't care if you want it or not. I haven't had a mate for two years because my owner doesn't take me out enough and now that you're here," She paused for dramatic effect, "Happy Valentine's Day to me!"
He tried standing up to run from her; he wasn't sure where he would go considering he was locked inside the house with a crazed vulpix. He wasn't able to choose a direction, however. She stopped him early by pressing her left forepaw atop his chest and applied enough pressure to keep him planted to the floor. She brought her face down again until their noses touched. He tried turning his head away, but she was having none of it. "Look at me!" The command echoed and rattled inside his head.
Destyn tried resisting, but a feeling of compulsion washed over him. It caused him to stare directly into her eyes. "Don't move! Don't even blink!" The harshly delivered orders caused him a headache, but he complied with even less resistance than he had shown seconds earlier.
She stared for well over a minute; not long after that, his eyes began to dry and become severely irritated from remaining open for such an extended period. "Interesting," She muttered.
"What? What did you see?" Destyn managed to ask.
"Oh, just the usual. Your thoughts, your feelings, your memories," She casually answered.
"You can read minds?" Destyn asked, astonished.
"Close your eyes!" He gratefully did as he was told.
"Forget! Forget everything! Forget your friend! Forget your life in the wild! Forget! Forget everything! Forget your friend! Forget your life in the wild!" She repeated the lines several times over; the words crashed into the defenseless eevee's mind rather destructively.
Each time she shouted a command into his mind, one of Destyn's memories detached itself from his consciousness and found a new home within the deepest recesses of his subconscious where it would be nigh on impossible to retrieve. He eventually lost all he knew and had experienced except for rudimentary knowledge and skills.
When he began losing what his memories of Leith, he desperately tried clinging onto the image of the loveable buizel to his immense discomfort. Her voice became louder and shriller in his head when she sensed resistance, making him unable to focus and unable to save his most treasured memories. Soon, he hardly even remembered what a buizel looked like let alone the fact that he had befriended and mated with one.
She smiled triumphantly and her commands changed when she realized she had succeeded in draining his mind. "Know your place with me! I am your mistress! You serve me! You live to please me! You happily obey me! You love me! You find me attractive!" Again, the commands repeated themselves within Destyn's mind like an ongoing echo that grew more voluminous than muted with time's progression.
It was not long before the traumatic experience left his consciousness fully accepting her statements as undeniable and absolute truths. The yelling within Destyn's head eventually subsided. She had succeeded, leaving him with almost nothing to think about. "Open your eyes and tell me your name," Candie verbally ordered.
He looked at her as though seeing her for the first time in his life. She was the most beautiful creature he had ever encountered and he was willing to do anything for her. She was all that mattered to him now, which was the way she wanted it. "I don't have a name, Mistress," He answered as truthfully as he could since he no longer remembered who he was aside from being Candie's obedient eevee.
"Who do you love?" She asked in her determination to make absolutely certain nothing went wrong with the brainwashing.
"I love only you, Mistress," He replied.
Candie giggled with delight and satisfaction at a job well done. She then removed herself completely from the eevee's front. He lifted his head and watched her curiously as she lay on the carpet on her back and spread her legs invitingly. Her wet aching pussy was revealed to him in all its gorgeous attractiveness. His dick needed no additional coaxing; it quickly slid out of its sheath, reaching its full length and thickness within seconds. Candie glanced at it and seemed rather disappointed by its size. The fact of the matter was that the eevee was half her size.
She rolled over onto her front and stood up while muttering to herself, "Hold on, I think I have an idea to fix this." She began walking out of the room and her precious evening companion almost stood to follow. "Don't move, I'll be right back," She suddenly commanded without slowing, stopping or turning around.
The eevee went back to lying on his back, counting the seconds it took for his mistress to return. He couldn't wait to get started! He ached to make her happy and his excitement was obvious through both his anticipatory smile and his erection.
Candie soon found what she was looking for; it was placed inside a green cloth bag that she grabbed with her teeth by the loops. On her way back to the living room, she suddenly detected the presence of a psychic mind. Further examination revealed that the mind was scanning the city for something. She activated her own unique psychic abilities and explored the foreign presence to determine the reason for its actions.
She realized that an abra, not far from the city, was searching for something specific and his search was quickly narrowing down to her neighborhood. She did not know why he was looking for something in her area, but she was paranoid.
She automatically assumed without evidence that whoever he was, he was out to take her mate from him. She may not have been in a sane state of mind, but she was able to interfere with the abra's psychic abilities using her own. "That ought to keep you away," She thought after a moment's concentration.
She reentered the living room where she dropped the bag near her supposed mate. Like a mindless puppy, the eevee rolled over onto his front and nearly dashed toward her, ready to pounce upon her excitedly. At least he was ready to do so until Candie cried, "STOP!" He obeyed before he had even managed to break into a trot. "I am going to give you something that was meant for me," She explained.
"I figure that I don't need it right now since I have you. Of course, I'm not even supposed to know about it seeing as how it was supposed to be a surprise and all. You'll probably end up in trouble when Sierra gets home, but I'll make sure nothing bad happens to you." During her ramblings, Candie started talking more and more to herself and less and less to the eevee. "I'm not going to lose my mate," She declared to herself, but the eevee was simply delighted to hear her call him her mate.
"Go on and take what's inside," The vulpix ordered, sounding afraid of exposing herself to the bag's contents.
The eevee stepped toward the bag without hesitation and lifted its flap before burying his left paw inside of it. He slowly scooped out from the bag a hard cold object that began to warm and shine to his touch to Candie's apparent satisfaction. He rolled it beneath his jaw and stared at it curiously. It was, at first, a dimly glowing and semitransparent red rock the size of a large jewel.
"Hold onto it tightly," Candie instructed. "Lucky for me, you're an eevee; this'll actually work," She muttered.
The eevee did as he was told and sandwiched the uneven object between his paws. Almost instantly afterward, it grew intensely luminous to the point he actually had to shut his eyes. At the same time, it began radiating heat to such a degree that he whimpered from discomfort and nearly released his hold. He would have kicked it away if Candie had not shouted, "Don't let go!"
He sensed the glow envelope his entire body along with tremendous heat that the rock also generated. At first, it was agonizing until he actually felt as though his blood was on fire, but the pain lasted only for a few seconds. Afterward, he felt cozily warm on both the outside and on the inside. A strange sensation of fulfillment came over him soon after the heat had gone down a little as well.
He had not been aware of the growth and changes his body quickly experienced while he had his eyes closed. Curiosity soon got the better of him and he chose to examine himself at the exact moment that his evolution became complete. To his great astonishment, he had transformed into a fiery colored flareon with more fluffy and insulating fur than he had possessed as an eevee. "You look sexy," Candie commented.
"I feel amazing," The flareon remarked.
"Now that you're the right size, shall we proceed?" She asked.
"With what?" He asked before quickly answering his own question. "Oh! Right! I'm ready!" Candie giggled and simply breathed the word "Good" in response.
Even though he had evolved, the flareon had not lost his erection. His penis had merely tripled in length and girth along with a few other unseen anatomical changes needed for breeding with other fire types. Candie was waiting to have his phallus penetrate her. She was already lying on her back again with her hind legs as far spread apart as she could manage and her six tails lowered almost flat against the floor.
For once, the brainwashed male needed no instruction to carry out her wishes. Due to evolving, he was larger than her by several inches, but she didn't mind. She liked him big! At least she liked him that way as long as he remained under her control.
He positioned himself above his mistress and lowered his body until the tip of his enhanced vulpine phallus rested dangerously above Candie's needy vulva. No lubrication seemed necessary, she was plenty wet. Her cunt had a glossy sheen to it from visible moisture that caught and reflected the dim lighting of the room. He took advantage of that by dragging his dick the last couple inches along her belly and pressed its tapered tip against her opening.
The first quarter of his cock slid inside her without resistance and without him placing any effort into it. After that, however, he felt her insides contract a little along his penis. Thankfully, he hardly had any of it inside of her; her physical reaction of muscles pressing against his dick did little to bring him closer to orgasm. From there, he force-fed his length into her one half-inch at a time with each passing second. It was definitely a tight fit, her fleshy walls felt to him as though they were squeezing him harder and harder in her body's desperation for his seed.
His cock released a little pre into her without her knowing due to her elevated stimulation. As if to compensate for the restricting fit, her pussy produced a suitable and warm lubricant. Aside from the penis-milking tightness, she was incredibly hot in a most literal sense. She was almost too hot for her flareon mate to handle, but his body instinctively reacted to her temperature by raising its own to match. "That's right," Candie hardly breathed, "Just like that."
He slid his entire length into her to her slight discomfort, but she gave him no command to stop or ease up a bit. She was horny and wanted his entire package. He pulled out slowly with her walls hugging the entire surface of his length tightly as though expressing Candie's reluctance to let him back out. He minded himself and kept the head of his phallus within her folds.
"You're my mate aren't you?" Candie suddenly asked, sounding irritated for a reason the flareon could not understand.
"Yes," He replied.
"Then start making out with me while you fuck me," She ordered him. "'Fuck' is human slang for 'mate'," She exasperatedly clarified when she noticed his confusion. She wondered if she should not have brainwashed him as thoroughly as she had, but then she realized that a forest dweller would know nothing about human slang.
He grinned and said, with a giggle, "'Fuck', that's a funny word."
"Just keep fucking me already and make out while you're doing it," She impatiently ordered.
Candie propped herself onto her forepaws and lifted her head off the ground to better reach her mate's head. He lowered his face to meet hers and soon began licking her and nuzzling the sides of his head against her cheeks. The intimacy of the actions seemed vaguely familiar, but he neither knew why nor cared. All that mattered to him was that they were mating or, as Candie worded it, fucking.
While 'making out', according to the terminology of the domesticated vulpix, the flareon pushed his dick back into his mistress. He slowly managed to feed its entire length into her a second time. After pulling out and pushing into her unrelentingly tight cunt a few more times, he managed to find a rhythm that worked for both of them and he quickened his pace.
They gasped and moaned ecstatically, licked and nuzzled each other erratically, the flareon eventually began slamming his penis into her with enough forcefulness that caused her some easily ignored discomfort. He leaked more and more pre into her as time went on, but the amount was too insignificant for the vulpix to detect it. Even the scent of his fluids were nothing in comparison to the odors that their aroused and stimulated bodies emitted.
Flareon pumped into her harder and faster than ever before and both their body temperatures heightened to their maximum amounts. They grew careless and did not care that their bodies had caused the carpet beneath them to catch on fire. They continued mating, unaware of the growing flames around them. They mistook their heat for their natural body heat. Their continued sexual and physically exciting actions maintained their temperatures, which helped feed the house fire. They had no need to worry about it, right? Their special abilities made them immune to fire damage anyway.
The flareon came dangerously close to climaxing when a knot formed at the base of his penis. Candie felt the size difference toward the bottom of his cock because it was practically hammering against her clit. He began forcing less of his dick into her due to the new development, but he was able to pump in and out of her faster as a result. This, however, was not enough for Candie. "I...nhh...want...ah-AH-all...of...nhh...it," She gasped.
He wasn't sure about what he was about to do considering the size difference between him and her, but she was his mistress. He applied as much strength as he could to his next inward thrust and met significant resistance. He clenched his mouth shut from the effort while Candie began crying out from actual discomfort. However, she would not deny herself this pleasure. For her, it had been too long since the last time she had been tied.
The flareon's knot very slowly grinded its way into her, stretching her nether lips more than they had ever been expanded. Finally, it sunk completely into her and her contracting flesh was quick to trap it inside of her. She let out a tremendous cry of relief as she climaxed; her fiery hot juices were enough to finally send her mate over the edge.
The tip of his dick had gone beyond her cervix and spewed its hottest and largest load yet directly into her womb. An equally large ejaculation followed it and another impressive shot of fire type seed came after it. They remained tied for the next several minutes while the flareon came several times over as is the natural way for vulpines and canines alike to ensure pregnancy. The amount of cum actually caused Candie's belly to swell visibly. Despite a bloated sensation, she felt no regrets over what she had done. She was pleased with herself and felt content with the outcome.
Her happiness left her when she noticed the blazing fire around them. She had only noticed because she just finished having her mate sexually relieve her. That and she began finding it difficult to breathe. Despite their immunity to fire damage, they both still needed air to breathe. The fire was building wildly and was rapidly consuming the oxygen in the house while replacing it with deadly smoke.
Neither of them could leave, however. They were physically stuck together, which would slow any escape attempt down rather considerably. Additionally, neither of them could open doors and there were no open windows in the house. Unless help arrived soon, the two of them would perish from smoke inhalation. "Shit," Candie cursed.
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