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Dusk. That's when the sun heads over the horizon and the day turns to night. Dusk was when he was training, because it was too hot during the day and he would be too tired at night. Every hit was strong, but they grew weaker as the sun went down over the horizon. With the summer sun draining his energy, even as it set, he could only get but a few minutes of proper training. Maybe he could have while he was inside, but he was, admittedly, too lazy to do so.
It was only about half an hour of training that he got in today. It was nearly the end of the summer season, which meant he would soon be able to come outside without dehydrating faster than a desert after a fresh rain into the day. That was a bad metaphor, but it makes a little bit of sense when some people think about it. Moving on.
With the sun entirely over the horizon, the Eevee named Pip sat back and caught his breath. Already, just moments after the sun setting, frost began to grow on the ground around him. The air felt warm, but there had always been something odd in the air. When the sun wasn't out, there was frost on the ground here. Slippery, but tiring after a few slips. And still Pip lived here, far from any others who could have posed a threat to him.
The wind began to blow soon after. Flecks of frost began to drift past him and into the open air. Here, upon this mountain, he lived alone now. Long ago, friends of his had lived here, but they were long gone now. Either captured, passed away, or retired, it didn't matter. They were gone, and this place was his now. He took great care of it, as was evident from the fresh coat of paint on the outside and the shining windows that littered the walls like a sunroom.
"Home, still unchanging, never ending as we sit and wait for the sun to set and rise on another day." Frost hit Pip as he watched over the darkened horizon. He shivered in the cold, but still didn't move. There had always been something so peaceful about being here in the cold, alone and unafraid of what could come to get him. "I miss you all, but you've gone and left... But I made a promise that I intend to keep, so keep living, having fun wherever you are. I'm sorry I couldn't have been stronger."
Silence echoed around him. His only company was the wind today, like it had been so many years to this point in time. With MT gone, well, why was there a reason to come here? Everything had been found up here, so there wasn't any point unless someone just decided to die in the cold alone. He shook his head, feeling such thoughts were unnecessary at the time. No one needed to know. No one cared.
Pip stood and headed back inside. A wave of warmth washed over him as he closed the door behind him - the sweet smell of honeysuckle accompanied the warmth. Like him, the flower was all alone up here. Stuck there in its pot, unable to move or free itself from its prison. It was a sad sight, but something was more than nothing to Pip. That flower was his something now. Why was he repeating himself? He didn't know, nor care to know. It was getting annoying really quick.
Pip sat on a couch in the main room. Next to him, a picture of a smiling Flareon and Umbreon stood facing the window. Next to it, a picture of an Eevee and Alolan Raichu laid, a crack over the Raichu. Those pictures had been taken years before when MT had still been around. They were still there, haunting Pip in his every waking moment. Still, he couldn't find the will to throw them away.
As he laid there, lost in his thoughts of loneliness, there was a knock on his door. His ears perked up, just like he stood. He was slow to get off the couch, but eventually did and made his way to the door. He glanced through the peephole, but only noticed darkness outside. Slowly, he opened the door.
"Anyone out the-" As soon as the door was open wide enough, a harsh blow caught Pip in the side. He was flung to the wall from the force, and fell to the ground with a thud. He tried to get up, but fell over after only a few seconds. His eyes closed, and he fell unconscious.
In the doorway, a dark shadow stood. The lights above couldn't catch the creature's face as it walked into the house and over to the unconscious Eevee. It placed a gloved hand over his throat, and after a moment, pulled away. It grabbed Pip by the scruff, and carried him away. The door slammed shut as they left, the walls rattling from the force.
Pip groaned as he began to wake. The world was blurry and white, confusing and bright. He started to shake his head and blink to try and clear his vision. It was all he could do, as he found his paws tied to a board below him. He could tell it was a board as his tail dropped off the edge just below him. If he was on the floor, he was sure that wouldn't have happened or been felt.
His vision began to clear after a few more shakes and blinks, and finally he could make out the room. He was able to turn his head enough to see the walls were entirely bare and painted white. A ventilation shaft above was the only thing he could see that wasn't absolutely bare.
"Well, well, well. What have we got here?" A voice slowly spoke from behind Pip. His fur stood on end as footsteps began to accompany it. "Guess you like to remain quiet, huh? Well, doesn't matter now, does it, Pip? Yes, we know who you are. After all, you worked with a branch of the F.B.I. for a while. We've always kept tabs on its members, so you shouldn't be shocked. From that smell you're emitting, I can tell you are. You are also afraid, aren't you? Don't worry; we aren't doing anything too bad. Or, I'd say that, but then I'd be lying."
Pip snarled and growled, struggling against the restraints. He tensed as a jolt of electricity was sent through his body; he ceased struggling almost immediately, though whether it was because of the pain or paralysis wasn't obvious. He panted lightly as he looked around for the source of the voice, but the slab was too wide for him to look over. And from his current position, even if he could, if it was directly behind him, it would have remained well out of his peripheral vision.
"Hehe. That's what I like to see come from subjects such as yourself. A Salazzle slowly strut in front of him, her hips waving as he tail slowly slid up the slab and under his chin. "Pip, oh how I have longed to meet you here, dear Eevee. How long I have dreamed to wash away what was once a great force. It took too long to find you. Far, far too long. But now, we have you in our grasp. The last of the UIUs."
Pip snarled and snapped at the tail, only for it to pull just out of reach of his bite. He leaned back, his breaths heavy as he tried to understand. "Who are you? What do you want from me? I haven't done anything to you!"
"Who I am does not matter," she said oh-so-matter-of-factly. "What we want is for you to be finished off. You are a threat to this organization, Pip. Your work for the old MT was well done, very much so, but that makes you a threat. When we heard of you from M, we figured you would be of use, so instead of wasting useful resources, we've decided to break the only threat."
A shiver was sent down Pip's spine as something cold pushed against his rear. It slowly slid up to and past his shoulder blades, then stopped at the base of his nape. The cold barb was slowly pushed against, then into, his nape, earning a loud screech and loud more of a struggle from the trapped 'Vee. The restraints bent with his paws, but kept him down and unable to escape. Soon, the pain faded, and something else began to grow.
His breathing slowed and grew heavy as his resistance began to fade. He slumped against the slab as heat began to spread from his neck to the rest of his body. His eyelids fell shut as an intense feeling hit him. He had felt this sensation several times before, but never had it been this powerful. Whatever that barb had done, it had sent him spiraling into an early heat, and it was strong, too.
Salazzle smirked and placed a claw against his cheek. "Pokémon don't usually go into heat when out of season, but a few of us are exceptions. That syringe just put a special formula we've been working on into your bloodstream, and so now you should feel its effects on you starting to grow. Unfortunately, the true kick doesn't happen until the fun begins. But don't worry; we've already chosen your playmate~"
Pip continued to pant, but tried to turn to look away from her. "Th-this... isn't... right," he said through heavy breaths. "Please, stop this! This isn't humane! Please... Please, let me go..."
Salazzle didn't seem to hear him as she walked past him. There was a click and he fell off the slab. His vision began to grow blurry for a few minutes before, after an unknown amount of time, he finally passed out. When he woke, he felt as normal as he had been before the shot had taken effect of him. His vision was clear finally, but there were still some dark spots around the edges of his sight.
He pushed himself to get to all fours and stretch, but a sudden pain in his hips forced him to stop. He turned to look and noticed a small barb in his waist. He carefully plucked it out with a paw, and threw it away. "That hurt," he hissed under his breath. "Now to get out of here."
He slowly limped towards a large crack in the wall. Maybe that would be an escape from here. He managed to get within a few feet of it before a pair of footsteps caught him off guard. He went to look at the source, but a blow to his cheek sent him, once again, into the wall. He landed on the floor with a thud, but remained conscious this time.
His world spun for several seconds before he could finally open his eyes and focus on the approaching figure. It was familiar, yet nearly unrecognizable at the same time. His vision soon began to clear, and the shadow became more prominent. He could recognize the odd yet nearly emotionless eyes of M, one of his oldest friends.
"M..." Pip could barely make out the shadow through the blur of his vision. He shook his head, but before he could speak again, was slammed into the wall and held there. Her forepaws tried to pull the fist from his throat, but it was a futile attempt. The Marshadow below wasn't going to let go. "Please, M! It's me! It's Pip!"
M remained silent, his shining and orange eyes remaining on the Eevee he held against the wall. "You, Pip, are a threat to TTF," he said calmly. "Because of that, I cannot allow you to escape this facility with your current knowledge." He smirked and slowly loosened his grip. "So, as I was told by the supervisors," he pulled out a small syringe, "I'll just have to change that knowledge."
Pip's struggling and kicking didn't stop at the sight of the needle. In fact, it seemed to invigorate him to try and get away even more. The solid hold from M didn't weaken, though. Pip knew he would run out of energy before M was anywhere close to tired. His struggling began to weaken, too, as he was still being choked by the much stronger Mythical.
"Resistance is futile, Pip," he said calmly, his gaze unchanging and emotionless. He placed the needle against Pip's thigh before shoving it in and injecting the liquid into his system. "You will find that this place is correct, that we are the true leaders of this world. I am sorry for your losses, Pip, but it does not matter. You will forget all about them soon enough."
"P-please..." Pip's cry fell on silent ears as he was dropped to the ground. Like before, the drug set his insides on fire. He struggled, screamed and cried as his body begged for something, anything, to stop the growing fire inside. He struggled, his paws against his head as voices began to filter in. His thoughts were starting to fade, his personality becoming nothing at the growing fire. "STOP! I'M BEGGING YOU! PLEASE STOP!"
Still, his cries reached nothing. His body writhed in agonizing pain as the burn began to center itself in his loins and his head. He screeched, trying to shake it away, trying his hardest to ignore the growing heat. He began to feel hot under his fur and began to pant heavier than he had at the first injection. His movements began to slow down as the heat still grew, his brain struggling to focus on anything by this point.
M gently put a hand under his chin. Pip's cheeks were red with a blush, his jaw wet with drool and fur soaked with sweat. "You look like you're enjoying this feeling," he said, slowly letting go and letting Pip fall to all fours, his ass and tail raised on a primal instinct. "That's how it's done, Pip. Now just turn around, staying in that position."
Pip found his body out of control as he turned around, his rear and tail still raised for M. His eyes and body begged for something to release the building heat that just continued to build. His breathing started to grow short, ragged and weak. Everything felt like it was on fire, extinguishable by a single source.
"What a naughty Eevee," M hummed, a hand trailing across Pip's tail then up his spine. At his nape, it dragged back down and curled under his tail, lifting it slightly more. "Mmm~ I can't believe you've just been hiding this for so long." M smirked and slowly let his tail droop before he moved closer. His hand slid under the Eevee, wrapping around the base of his erect cock. "Naughty boy, already hard and the game's only just begun."
Pip's breathing was uneven as M started to move his hand lightly flicking his tip and rubbing up and down the heat-filled male. He could sense the desire in the poor boy, but that was part of this entire thing. It was the plan - it was what was required of him to complete this mission. Every second, he longed to stuff Pip's ass, but he had to wait. It was hard, though. Those moans, filled with need and hunger, desperate and thirsty for something only M could give.
There was a small click, and M didn't hold back. A hand on Pip's neck and the other at his gut, he forced Pip's face to the floor while keeping his ass up and in view. Pip's breathing quickened as M moved closer to him, his own breathing as hard as his own dick. He gently scratched behind Pip's ears, attempting to comfort him as he forced his tip against and into Pip's virgin ass.
Pip squeaked, his claws scratching against the floor as M started to thrust only moments after. It hurt, but he couldn't complain. His brain couldn't form any words that would allow him to complain in the growing pleasure and from the effects of the drug. He could barely feel anything else now. The burning sensation was fading away with the feeling of M inside him. Every thrust, every scratch, pulled away the heat, and with it, bits and pieces of Pip began to fade away, lost in a sea of pleasure and lust. His moans began to pick up as M thrust harder, hitting deeper into the drugged male. His breaths grew short, his eyes shining purely with lust.
M found his voice caught in his throat as he hilted deep in Pip. As Pip's insides were being coated in pre-cum, M found it easier to move in Pip. He thrust harder and faster, earning loud moans from the ecstatic Eevee. Claws scratched the floor as his rear-end was ravaged by the Marshadow. Every moan grew in intensity, just like every thrust by M. His tail waved quickly, uncontrollable as his arching back and screeches of joy. Nothing could be shared between them as the pleasure simply grew.
Pip wasn't sure how long had passed between the burning sensation in his body and the sudden ecstasy that rocked his entire body to the core. A wet yet warm liquid coated his underside as he threw his head back, moaning the loudest he had since M had started to fuck him like a doll. His insides felt like they were being torn apart, but the pleasure outweighed the pain, and the bliss from his recent ejaculation only further increased it. The euphoric bliss caused by M's harsh thrusts earned repeated moans from Pip, which echoed around the room.
"Keep moaning, you little bastard," M hissed in Pip's ears. His breathing was steady compared to Pip, but his focus was hard to split between fucking and speaking. "Let everything else go. Think of nothing but where you are now. You work for TTF now. Everything else is just a dream, a figment of your imagination."
Pip panted, still moaning loudly as his claws continued to scratch the once-bare floor. His mind accepted these lies, taking them to be true as the drug forced him to absorb the information. "I-it was all a-a dr-dream," he panted, moans and exhaustion forcing him to pause repeatedly. "I-I am n-nothing but what I am told to be. Ah!~ Fuck me harder, M! Fuck me!"
M was happy to oblige with the begging cries of the former F.B.I. agent. He picked up his already merciless pace and slammed into the Eevee's rear end like it was his final time fucking something like him. Their moans increased in intensity and frequency, bouncing off the walls and creating an echo that wouldn't go away. A fire picked up in both of them as M moved more sporadically.
Time faded as Pip arched his back against M. A loud moan came from the Marshadow as his dick began to twitch uncontrollably - when is it ever controllable? - and warm seed began to flow into Pip's rear canal. Another coating of his own seed coated Pip's underside, painting his chest and gut in cum and sweat that dripped to the floor beneath. M remained otherwise stationary until he had emptied out and stopped, then pulled away and allowed Pip to collapse onto the floor. His breathing heavy, he backed away from and left the exhausted Eevee, who soon blacked out from the afterglow that followed.
There was no reason to care about him. Never had been, most likely never would be.
Two months later, Pip found life to have returned to normal. Sure, he now worked for the same company that had kidnapped him, but those memories had long since been suppressed. He was a guardsman now, and he enjoyed every second of it. Whenever he was off-duty, it didn't matter what happened. This place didn't care so long as he did his job during his time on.
Currently, he stood at the front entrance to the building. He wore a thickly armored vest that covered his chest and sides, as well as a midnight blue hat, sunglasses, and a small earpiece. He stared straight ahead, his face emotionless and determined as he stayed vigilant.
As he sat there, a Salazzle came up behind him and gently began to scratch between his ears. As he purred, she chuckled. "You've been such a good boy recently, Pip. Maybe when you're done with your shift, you can come to my quarters and we can talk about your next promotion."
Pip nodded lightly, then looked up at her. Something about her felt so dark, but he couldn't tell what it was. After all, she was just his boss. She said what she said, and those she was talking to would obey. There were no ifs, ands, or buts ever said to her. Even Pip followed these orders.
"Good boy." She gently kissed him before stopping her petting. "I'll let M know you'll be a little late to getting to your quarters, Pip. You don't have to worry about telling him yourself." She left as he nodded once more.
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