And with only a little further ado: The story!

As I said, I’m gonna drop that stats thing in the future, it kinda didn’t work out how I planned it anyways. Still, I’m just gonna say that Sylveon is one hell of a cute Pokemon. Cute eyes, cute color scheme and they got those cute pointy teeth <3 I like those. Anyway, todays story features, among other things, public acts of indecency, female domination, some violence, but just a little, edging, ejaculation control and much more. All straight and stuff~ Oh yeah, and bestiality for obvious reasons. All these stories are about bestiality at heart. So here goes:

I wonder if all Sylveon end up like mine. Is it maybe because they need to be coddled to evolve? That they get used to all the attention and affection? Or was mine just special like that? Since my Eevee evolved, she spends all day displaying herself to me.

I wake up and there she stands, straddling my chest, cheekily grinning at me over her shoulder.

I take a shower, she lets herself in, using her ribbons to pull away the curtains so I can watch her ‘clean’ herself. She only ever cleans that place between her legs though.

I sit down for a bowl of cereal, she plops down on the table, long ribbons snatching spoon after spoon from a drawer, rubbing them over her pink, puffy lips, before putting them back, watching pleased as I eat. She knows I didn’t try to clean them any more, she’d just hand me a 'fresh’ one anyway. Or spread my breakfast all over the kitchen floor. I did have some options after all.

I sit down to work, to watch TV or read, or just to relax and she sits closely by, sometimes next to me, sometimes in front, mewling as she pleases herself, while her ribbons paw all over me. Not rarely I end up with four wet, fleshy whips swathing my face at some point.

She’s not even doing it because she wants sex, not always at least. She’s doing it to get me flustered. It worked for a while, but you get used to it. I can deal with her at home now, she doesn’t taste that bad actually and the smell, once you got used to it, can be quite pleasing. It’s good that I never invite people over though… I can mostly blend out the mewling and the noises when I have to get work done. And though she’s not showing any signs of letting up any of her daily routines, once she got wind of my dwindling reactions, she started to expanded them to the public, quickly realizing that its much more effective to toy with me while others were around.

At this point, I can’t really call it taking her out for a walk any more, she’s taking me.

And I guess the only reason I’m allowed to get important things like groceries and bank appointments done is, because there are other people and she can play her games with me.

She always walks in front of me, her pink tail swaying left and right, but always held up high, often massaging her canine pussy as she strolls along.

Others don’t notice, not that many would really be on the look out for her lewd behaviour, but she seems to be aware enough of her surroundings to block any potential gaze with a swaying ribbon or a tiny shift of her flank. But I notice, I always notice and she knows it.

Not like I have a choice but to notice.. I’ve got so many circular puncture marks on my ankles, mementos of her pointy canines, meant to remind me to stay alert and aware of her antics.

She likes to chomp down on them whenever I avert my eyes for too long out here. Even if its just a result of me trying to save face in front of a store clerk or something.

I think, from time to time, she still does something, knowing full well I won’t be able to look without raising suspicion, just so she can sink her teeth into me again.

Today, noticing the high customer count, she lead me into a pavement cafe. Thank god, at least it wasn’t a playground… again…. Sitting down I ordered, what else, a coffee and a small bowl of cream for her. Bribing her with food rarely works, but you can always hope, can’t you?

She jumps up on the table, sticking her butt up high in the air, yawning, arching her back, stretching her legs, giving me a real good view and whiff of her scent, before laying down in front of me. She had lifted that move from some feline Pokemon and she certainly makes it look natural.

No one makes any comment about it, even though she easily caught half the rooms attention. I know because there’s instant swooning of how cute she is from random tables, as she starts to 'play’, pawing at her own ribbons, then my hand, then, wrapping a ribbon around my wrist, she make my hand paw at her ribbon too.

'Oh, so sweet!’ Yeah, isn’t she? 'What a cutie~~~’. If only they knew… or better not.

Just like everyone else, the blonde waitress smiled at the silly display when she served us.

Meanwhile, with big, sky blue eyes watching me innocently, a smile spread across Sylveon’s muzzle. I try to keep a straight face. Diverting everyone’s attention above the table as she continues her silly play, she sticks out her tongue to lap at her cream, slowly, too slow, but people don’t notice that she’s putting on a show. Slow licks, synchronous to the ribbon stroking me through my pants, not even stopping when the waitress returns, to ask if there’s anything else we need and, of course, to rub down the cute Pokemon’s fur.

She’s pressing against me more aggressively even, trying to mimic the waitresses enthusiastic movements, shooting her a beaming smile, encouraging her to continue. I can only force a smile and sip on my coffee with my free hand, hoping that she’d leave soon and no one notices the increasingly fast moving flesh tentacle below the table.

With a Pokemon like Sylveon, you learn to control yourself. It takes time and more than one stammering excuse about suddenly feeling not so well, but you learn. Still, there’s a limit to how much stimulation one can take. And she had obviously chosen to cross that limit here and now.

There’s another thing you learn and that’s how to stay quiet without making it look too weird. Keeping a straight face, biting my tongue, cup still pressed to my lips, I came in my pants. She knew, obviously aware of my tells, and quickly let her ribbon slide from my lap. This far and not a step further. She winks, bowing back down to her tasty meal.

The waitress, fortunately still enamoured by Sylveon’s Cute Charm, didn’t notice, showering my Pokemon with more attention, ignoring not just me, but also newly arriving customers.

Coming down, painfully aware of the growing stain in my lap, I saw my chance to escape public ridicule and possible sex offender charges when Sylveon turned her eyes back to the girl for a moment.

Feigning a sudden shake, I tilt the cup, spilling what was left of my coffee over my lap. Hot! But thank god its not too hot to handle.

'Argh, look what you made me do Sylv!’ I spoke just loud enough so the surrounding tables could hear, while I jolt up from my chair, grab a napkin and try to clean away some of the mess.

Sylveon shot me an angry look, her ribbon releasing my wrist. Bet you would’ve liked to see me walk away from here with that ominous spot on my fly… but not today. Not today.

Still, some people chuckle. I know the attention is on me now and it will be even on the way home. But the stain is big, its dark and it’s hiding one much harder to explain.

Plans foiled, robbed of her fun, Sylveon left the table, so to speak, strutting towards the exit, not even finishing her meal. Tugging my leg as she went, I just manage to throw some money on the table before awkwardly hopping after her on one leg as she pulled me away.

Half the cafe was in an uproar by then, so point to Sylveon, she still managed to make me look rather stupid. But not the way she wanted, so I’d be sure to have to pay for that later, I’m sure.

On the way home, she was colder than usual, I guess my ingenious escape from that situation had her riled up real good. I don’t often get to see her that way and I can only assume that she had actually planned more for this walk. God knows where she intended to lead me with that stain afterwards. But now she was angry and heading home, mumbling to herself in a squeaky voice that didn’t really befit her anger, sometimes turning around,shaking her head as if I was the bad guy here.

I barely managed to close the front door before she tackled me to the ground. Joke’s on you, the tiles break my fall! Jumping on my chest, baring those pointy teeth in my face she snarled at me, barking her name over and over while stomping around on my chest, little claws pressing against my shirt and the skin below.

She really had saved the best for home.

I can only assume what she’s trying to tell me, but it was probably something like 'I was just having a little fun, but you had to take it too far, how could you embarrass me like that in front of everyone?’

Well, dear me, I’m so sorry, how could I be so insensitive…

She must’ve seen me roll my eyes at her fury, because she hissed at me and unleashed a flurry of whipping ribbons upon me. Really, nothing too harmful if I’m honest, but you wouldn’t want one to hit you in the eye either.

Shielding my face as good as good as I could, I waited for this storm to blow over. After a minute or so, she calmed down, getting in only a few good hits, some light stinging on my arms and forehead. A bite would’ve been worse, really. Breathing hard, sweating just a little, but she was calm now, she seemed to have regained her composure.

And decided on a suitable punishment. Walking off of my body, carefully putting all her weight on my groin on her way down, she snaked a ribbon down my pants. 'Sylveon.’, she stated calmly - I’m taking these, I don’t care about the rest - wrapping it around my cock and balls, tugging as she moved towards my bedroom, non-verbally asking me to move my ass, or have bad things happen.

Who am I to refuse such reasonable demands? I hurry to get on my feet as she led the way, tugging and squeezing my junk anyway, just to make a point.

Reaching my bed, she uses one of her ribbons to pull on my pants, then squeeze me even harder, motioning to the button.

'I get it, I know…’ they can be surprisingly strong and do a lot of things, but those ribbons can’t open a simple button.

Maybe if I’d put buttons on all the doors and cabinets, but… no, I might as well ask her to Moonblast the whole house to smithereens.

Having unbuttoned my pants, she slapped my hands out of the way and swiftly pulled them and my boxers down to my ankles.

It really didn’t take much more than a shove to make me trip backwards onto the mattress.

Jumping up between my legs, she grabbed my dick, soaked in trace remnants of coffee and semen, holding it between her soft paws.

Looking up to me, she started planting surprisingly tender licks on my skin, slowly making her way up from my balls to tip, cleaning it thoroughly, quickly getting it hard, cooing her name, as if nothing had happened before.

Not that I couldn’t sense something really bad coming from a mile away, it’s just that I can never be sure what it is going to be with her.

So I might as well enjoy her acting affectionate for now.

Noticing me relaxing, most likely sooner than she had planed, she started getting more into it, mewling to herself, pressing her nose against my member, making smacking noises as her tongue lapped over it. She’s really giving it her all… putting on a show, that is.

Soft paws are kneading my my balls as she takes my head in her muzzle, her tongue quickly darting over the sensitive tip, boobing her head up and down, just a little, but it’s more than enough.

Getting closer and closer, I feel a ribbon sling around my scrotum, lightly squeezing, as her paws massage my stones, a second wrapping around my shaft, quickly jerking me off with swift motions.

I was just about to comment on how good all of it felt, but I managed to bite my lip in time. I don’t need to give her that satisfaction, she’d force enough satisfaction out of me before long anyway.

And then, just as I’m about to cum, she tightens her grip, squeezing hard at the base of my cock.

Well played, Sylveon, well played. I feel the pressure, muscles tighten and relax, trying to pump out a load, but nothing comes out.

I’m a little distracted by this, looking back on it now, foreseeable, turn of events, but I could swear I hear her chuckle smugly for a moment.

She looks up at me, blue eyes blinking innocently, tilting her head as if to ask 'What’s wrong? Something happen?’, before resuming her work, tongue swirling around my head, more sensitive now, despite not having felt any real release. I squirm, reaching out an arm, about to push her away, but… Wrong move. A snap, one ribbon slapping it back effortlessly, a small red mark forming at the back of my hand. Not just that, two rows of small claws press against my flesh and a pointy tooth scrapes over my head.

Checkmate. Though I don’t think she’d maul me, not in that spot anyway, I wouldn’t want to find out how much damage she thinks she can get away with.

Sliding my hands behind my back as a show of good faith, she continued her licking assault, though she kept her claws ready anyway, lightly scrapping over my skin, not scratching, just making sure I knew they’re there.

Switching it up between licking just long enough to get me close to orgasm and then stopping, lifting her head, yawning, licking her paws or otherwise mocking me, and keeping on without mercy, but preventing me from coming with uncomfortably hard squeezes of her fleshy appendages, she soon had me groaning in a mix of pleasure and agony.

After a third dry climax, I about couldn’t take much more.

'Ohhhhkay! I’m sorry! Is that what you want to hear? Just let me cum already…’, maybe it was what she wanted to hear, but it wasn’t everything she wanted. Another graze of her canines across my flesh told me to shut it. Then, with a last long lick along the length of my dick, she stood up. Walking over my stomach and chest, still unwilling to be mindful with her claws, she positioned herself above me. Lucky me, I was in for the full treatment as it seems.

The full, slow treatment at that. Spreading her legs apart, lowering her rump a little, she rubbed my cock over her puffy lips. If the wetness was any indication, she had enjoyed this more than just a little so far. Almost on instinct, I wanted to jutt my hips upwards, but a slap against my still squeezed nuts was all I needed to hold me in check.

And I was graciously forgiven that moment when I had to arch my back in pain too.

Snickering a few words, she went back to the rubbing, waiting for the telltale signs of a new approaching climax. Just a second before, she stopped, again. But only to wink at me, before she slid down on me in one fell swoop. My eyes roll back for a moment as number four hits, but her relentlessly squeezing ribbon kept that one back just as easily as the first three.

Not giving me even a second to recover, she begins riding me, quick and hard, using her ribbons to brace and balance herself, mewling in that familiar tone I had heard so often in the past.

Between her shrill voice ringing in my ears, my body and mind longing for nothing more than release and her tight, warm cunt enveloping my overly sensitive flesh time and time again, things get a little blurry for me.

I don’t know, I might have blacked out for a few seconds even.

She squeaked her name once, as her own orgasm rippled through her, before jamming her teeth right through the fabric of my shirt, into my chest, trying to muffle her own cries by gnawing on me. Or maybe just to hurt me a little more on the side and give me something to remember today by. I don’t know for sure, but it definitely helped bringing me back to consciousness.

Her damp insides clamp down against me, her muscles spasm wildly, as does her ribbon, as one more torturous climax hits me. It left me grunting, sweaty, drooling, breathing unsteadily, she couldn’t have made a bigger mess of me if she had decided to hit me with a Hyperbeam.

Then, as as both our orgasms die down, hers leaving her satisfied and at peace, mine leaving me breathless and in hell, she releases her iron grip and pulls her teeth from my skin, dyed in a pale reddish hue, matching her color scheme brilliantly. God beware she’d ever sees them in a mirror, she’d probably want to have them look like that all the time.

Then slowly, ever so slowly, she begins to move again. Slowly, slower, painfully slow. No, there would be no more torturous orgasms for me, because there would be no more orgasm any more at all.

She watched my face intently, smiling cutely at my questioning looks, licking a trace of blood from her teeth. Right on the spot, all she was doing was slowly squeezing out whatever had been bottled-up during the last thirty or so minutes.

All the sperm of multiple orgasms, none of the fun.

She took her sweet time, taking no risk to make me feel any better than necessary, occasionally licking at the small pools of blood soaking through my shirt and trickling down my chest. Eventually she lifted herself off of me with an audible plop.

Looking down on me, feigning an overacted grossed out expression, I could feel her ribbons slap my dick, still mostly hard, back and forth some. It would be a while until those blood vessels recover enough for it to go down entirely…

All right, that should teach me, shouldn’t it?

But I’d be naive to expect her not to have one more thing up her sleeve. Wrapping her ribbons around neck and forehead, she pulled my head up, as she turned around. Her tail slapped me in the face once, before she pressed her pink, canine snatch against my face, rubbing it across my lips in small, circular motions.

'Sylve!’ she speaks in her most commanding voice. I know better than to refuse her a wish once I feel her flesh tighten around my throat - now that is, I didn’t always know better. But this time, I know she has every intention of strangling me to the point of blacking out, if I don’t submit in a timely manner. And I’d most likely just wake up with my face covered in my jizz anyway. If I wake up at all, who knows with her when she’s like that. She’s no doctor and life can be quite fragile.

She takes the slightest bit of pressure from my neck when she feels my tongue sliding over her leaking hole and along the outside of her puffy lips, extending one ribbon to pet my head, showing me that I was a good boy.

Of course, when I didn’t expand my exploration past the outside of her tunnel, she quickly tightened her ribbons again. She didn’t just want me to catch some traces of what she managed to extract from me.

So I dive in, tongue easily sliding past her outer lips and deep inside her body, well as far as it reached, but that was about all she could expect from me.

That’s what she wanted, giving me a taste of our combined juices. Hers, thin in consistency, somewhat sweet, yet tangy and mine, thicker, salty, with a bitter aftertaste.

Slipping my tongue in and out of her, trying to get this over as quick as I could, I made a mental note to add Pineapple to my diet, just in case this was going to become a regular thing. I heard that helps make it taste better..

Granted, this wasn’t exactly the first time she had slipped some of my cum past my lips, traces on a ribbon, lingering leftovers on her lips, but never like this.

Even diluted by her familiar taste, it was pretty weird, bringing a tear to my eye as I swallow it down.

I press against her, scooping up as much of my semen of her as I can. And still, I feel the fleshy ribbons tighten, no matter how diligently I lick and suck at her slit. She relaxed them enough to breathe comfortably only when I comment on how tasty she is and that I didn’t deserve such a treat, figuratively grovelling at her feet. Below her feet even, but oxygen trumps self-esteem, so I go for a trick from her playbook, smacking and munching audibly. She really liked feeding me eat humble pie…. with cream, pardon the pun, and have me thank her for it.

Stiffening a little, I can feel her inner muscles work, pressing and squeezing, dumping a last glob of semen on my tongue, which I quickly swallow, out of mouth, out of mind. Well, not quite, the taste lingered on regardless.

And that was that. Not willing to give me anything more to wash down my own taste with, she swung around, releasing my head. Feeling sore, I just let it swing back onto the mattress, taking in deep breaths, rubbing my neck, sore where it was arched.

Just to make sure, she pries open my mouth with a ribbon and a paw, making sure I swallowed like a good little boy.

Pleased, she scratches my chin and gives me a quick lick over the lips before turning around and skipping off, slapping my cock with a paw once more as she passes it. No question. off to plot more mischief…





And there we go, another story done. Maybe I’ll get one or two more in this month, but then things are probably going to slow down considerably, as I start a new job come August. It’s fulltime and comes with about 2 hours and something of commuting every day, so I’ll most likely be pooped by the time I come home and I won’t have that much free time before I need to hit the hay.. Depending on how things go financially in the next months, I might think about investing in a cheap, small Netbook so I can write a little during trainrides, at least if things look empty |D.

Besides that, what did you think? Did you like it? Do you think I portrayed the whole squeeze and holding pack part right? Cause I have no idea how that actually works out. If there’s anything coming out at the end anymore I mean, or if its straight to reflow into the bladder (yes thats a thing too) and thats it.

As for the next story… I think the next one will have a Pokemon at a humans mercy for once :3 Not sure which and how, but I’ll get something done