"With apologies to Atsuko Nishida."

Eevee Repopulation Drive

Among pornographers, the rarest tape cassettes are the coveted "Black Tapes" which depict interspecies relations between humans and Pokemon. Though not illegal in every region, such salacious content was prone to being seized and destroyed by Officer Jennys. Among the most expensive recordings are the "White Tapes" which are deluxe Black Tapes featuring celebrity trainers, such as gym leaders and Elite Four members.

Frankly, many people already suspected that high-level trainers used some form of illicit sexual reward while motivating their Pokemon, but the existence of White Tapes serves as irrefutable proof. Their novelty value commands a high price even in the modern age of tell-all biographies and paparazzi photos.

One such tape marked 1ST ERD made a stir when it sold at auction for 85,000 Pokedollars. The contents were never revealed to the public.

Rewinding… Wzzzz-zzzz-zzzzzzz~

Stop.

Now Playing…

"Hiii, hello and welcome to the first ever Eevee Repopulation Drive!" a chipper female voice calls out.

Wavering between grainy and crystal clear, the video playback continues on. Thankfully, the clarity seems to improve with each passing second.

Its a bright summer day with nary a cloud in the sky. The shot starts skyward and pans down, tracing the outline of a towering department store before settling on the crowd encircling its entrance. People from all walks of life have gathered: Youngsters and bug catchers showing off their latest catches to the camerawoman with childish glee. Lasses teetering with their miniskirts swaying in the breeze, fingers locked in peace signs as men dressed as Pokemon jostle for the camera and collectors and beauties and ace trainers push back, annoyed. Among the riffraff, a few rich kids adjust their watches or comb their hair while careful not to drop the large Eevee plushies wrapped in their arms.

"I saiiid, welcome to the first, ever! Eevee! Repop-ulation! Driveee!"

Roaring like one giant Pokemon, the crowd erupts into cheers. Fireworks sail up screaming into the sky and explode invisible against the morning sun. Goldenrod City has gone absolutely wild, the only thing they're missing is a parade and rows of dancing Gardevoirs.

The first cut is made. Instead of a crowd, the unseen camerawoman now lingers before a stall where a game can be played – throw a dart at the Unown, win a fabulous prize starting with that same letter! Rows of wooden Unown carvings slide single file across a colorful backdrop. The next game is some sort of video arcade called Magikarp Jump, its too crowded with youngsters and fishermen for the camerawoman to approach. Beside them is a more traditional game involving Whack-A-Diglett. A young couple glances wordlessly at the camera.

"All proceeds go to the Eevee Foundation!" she reminds them. "Oh shoot! It's about to start."

The second cut. Ignoring the games and food for now, the crowd has swelled to an army of fans and donors and curious visitors. They stand around a raised wooden platform adorned with streamers displaying Eevee in a variety of poses. Each picture was selected for maximum adorableness.

Approaching the pulpit are two women, one noticeably petite when compared with her well-endowed counterpart. On the left is Misty, pride of Cerulean City. On the right is Goldenrod's own Whitney. Whitney cups her hand and yells, her girly-girl voice unexpectedly loud even considering the venue.

"Thank you sooo much for coming!" she hollers. The crowd responds in kind.

"Seriously, I want to thank each and everyone one of you. Without your support, the Eevee Foundation wouldn't exist. So give yourselves a big round of applause, OK?" The camera focuses in on her chest, with Whitney's arms underneath her rack they appear even larger than usual. Each clap of her soft hands makes them bounce ever-so-slightly.

Soon everyone gathered is clapping as well. They quiet down only when Whitney raises a finger.

"My good friend here and several other gym leaders journeyed to Johto all the way from the Kanto region just to support the cause. Please give it up for Misty!"

"Thank you, thank you," Misty began, pouting at her less enthusiastic reception. Quickly regaining her composure, she smiled and read from a set of index cards. Her microphone briefly screeched, then stabilized.

"Eevees are a rare and wonderful Pokemon. Their ability to evolve into one of eight forms has made them a great resource for scientists studying the mysteries of evolution. And their widespread appeal has won over the hearts of children and marketers alike, turning them into a multimedia icon." She coughed. "However, this has led to an upsurge in illegal Pokemon poaching and theft. With a gender ratio of seven males to one female, it seems unlikely that this rare Pokemon will ever reestablish itself in the wild."

"So!" Whitney butted it, literally pushing Misty aside with her shoulder and chest. "The new Eevee Foundation is here to fix the problem. How do we fix it? Spreading awareness. Deterring poachers. Hiring new Pokemon Rangers. And most importantly, restoring the Eevee population through carefully controlled breeding programs."

Eyes glimmering with tears, Whitney spread both arms outwards as if beseeching the heavens above. Misty ducked.

"Together, we can save the wild Eevees AND ensure that every little boy and girl gets the Pokemon of their dreams! Your generosity makes it all possible. So, THANK YOU!"

Crowd roars. Camerawoman pans away. Third cut.

Inside. Dark at first, then lighter as fluorescent bulbs come into view. The long hallway is familiar, like something out of a cheaply-made school with its walls made of bricks painted in two different colors along a dividing line. The camera passes by a water fountain and a bulletin board untouched save for the thumb tacks left skewered inside. Somewhere in the distance, a voice cries out: "Eevee!" Whether its a person or an actual Eevee is impossible to tell.

Lockers begin appearing in sets of three or five. Most of them hang open and are empty, contributing to the aura of abandonment which seems to permeate everywhere. There are no windows and it is impossible to tell if it is still daytime, or even the same day.

"Alright, you've waited long enough," the camerawoman says as if talking to herself. "Now let's get to the main event. No more crowds. No more spectators. Just you, me, and some very naughty trainers." She chuckles.

Indistinct music echoes down the hall. As the double-doors grow closer, the volume increases.

Both doors swing open in unison. Holding one door is the redheaded Lorelei, her eyes hidden behind fogged-up glasses. On the other side is Karen—her iconic yellow crop-top has vanished! She smiles when the camera focuses on her bare breasts and, in an act of rehearsed seduction, brushes back her blue hair. Her locks run all the way down to her shapely hips.

Brushing past the Elite Four members, the video playback skips a little as it explores the locker room. Its hard to tell where exactly this footage is taking place… Maybe an old stadium or gym (of the non-battling variety) was rented out. Peeking around the corner, the camera takes on a voyeuristic angle as the subjects come into focus – celebrity trainers! Almost all of them are half naked and in various states of undress. Misty inspects her pert breasts and pouts as Whitney stands on her tiptoes to access her locker. When viewed from the side, the size difference between them couldn't be more obvious. Both women are topless.

Sitting on a bench is Kanto's own Erika, her eyes shut and chin tucked between her shoulders. She's the only trainer in view still wearing all her clothes. She slumps against Janine's shoulder and snores, somehow fast asleep despite all the chatter and the sound of classical music blaring from some unseen source. Janine rolls her eyes and sits Erika back up. She doesn't react when Erika falls back into the exact same position.

Janine is nude save for her white socks. Having evidently spied the camera from a distance, she crosses her legs and covers her tits with her arms. The camerawoman laughs when she blows a raspberry, mockingly.

There are other participants too. The psychic Sabrina is in her panties and bra, looking quite disinterested. Jasmine appears fully clothed at first but lifts her skirt for the viewer and winks mischievously—her bald slit is totally uncovered. The Steel-Clad Defense Girl is going commando! Sitting in the far corner, Blackthorn City's Clair adjusts her traditional dragon tamer suit and scowls. She's not wearing anything underneath.

"Whitney, Misty! You're up!"

At the camerawoman's command both girls leap to their feet and slip on their tops. Waving to the others (and briefly basking in their encouraging words), they leave through another exit and pass several shower stalls before reaching what used to be an old weight-lifting room, or maybe a large classroom. It's been stripped bare aside from some Eevee-paraphenalia, posters, and a few chairs. No windows are in view, suggesting that they may still be underground.

"Alright Vaporeon, come on out!" Misty takes the one Pokeball from her hip and tosses it. When the flash of red light passes, a hefty Pokemon emerges.

Vaporeon, like all eeveelutions, is larger than most people realize. Standing at about navel level and wider at the hips then most men are at the shoulders, Misty's water type Pokemon appears massive despite being only several feet tall. The Vaporeon trills happily and allows Misty to rub her nose against his, both cooing to one another as they embrace. When she plants a wet kiss on his forehead, he slaps his mermaid-tail against the ground with a mighty WHACK!

Whitney stoops down and slaps her bare thighs, calling the Vaporeon closer.

"Jeez Misty, you're making me all jealous. What does a girl have to do to get one of those endangered studs?"

Silence.

"I said, what does a girl have to do to get—" The door opens once again, only this time by an unseen figure. In strolls an Eevee, cautious but wagging his bushy tail as he sniffs his way over the camerawoman, who hurriedly points to Whitney instead.

"Eevee?" the Pokemon asks.

"Waaah!" Whitney smiles, genuinely, and opens for a hug. The Eevee bounds into her expectant arms and nuzzles her, laughing.

For ten minutes the two girls hug and cuddle their Pokemon as the camerawoman circles them and takes pictures. Misty poses with double peace signs. Whitney pretends to cover her eyes, grinning like a schoolgirl caught committing an itty bitty crime. After earning Eevee's trust and talking to him for a few more minutes, Whitney unbuttons her windbreaker and reveals her chest.

Her breasts are heavy and huge and soft. It seems impossible that an eighteen year old girl could be more stacked than Clair or Sabrina, but the proof is right there on video. When she bends over, they sag directly above Eevee's head.

"Eevee? Eevee!" the little critter perks up. Without hesitation, he goes for her left nipple and latches on. Whitney winces in pain or pleasure, then covers her mouth as the Normal-type Pokemon suckles her breast like a baby.

"Eevees are endangered," Misty says to the camera, as if answering a question. "While the environment is a major concern, most problems are caused by illegal poaching." She fingers her bikini bottom and slips it to the side, revealing her smooth cunt. "So the Eevee Foundation came up with a solution: Breed more Eevees!"

Her Vaporeon circles around her body possessively, as if warding Whitney and the camerawoman away. When Misty's hand strokes his scales, his red cock jolts to life and begins growing in the palm of her hand. The camera lingers on Misty's face, eyes downcast and smiling. As she strokes her partner, the rest of the room is revealed. A crystal-clear swimming pool in the corner is the most interesting feature.

"That's wonderful! Whitney, do you have anything to add?"

"I—yikes! I hope you love our performance as much as I love this little cutie." Whitney begins to blush, beads of sweat form on her brow. Eevee wags his tail back and forth, tickling her nose even as he slurps obscenely on her tit.

Music plays from somewhere—a cheesy yet catchy theme, the suave instrumental beat is punctuated by human moans and Pokemon cries as the two girls go to work on their furry companions.

With Misty lazily stroking her Vaporeon against her exposed midriff, Whitney is forced to take the lead.

She gently pulls the Eevee away and lies down on her back. She undoes her jean shorts and kicks up her legs, sending the clothing flying. Now reduced to nothing more than her panties and striped socks, Whitney fingers herself through the fabric and invites Eevee to join her.

The Pokemon is smaller than Vaporeon but big enough that his brown head fits between her plump thighs quite snugly. He licks and nibbles on her inner leg before attacking her pussy directly—wet black nose sniffing and snuffling her cunt through dripping underwear and pressing against her clitoris whenever her fingers strike the perfect angle. Finally he can bear no more, and begins licking her through the fabric.

Whitney moans, her voice easily drowning out the music with that single long syllable: 'Ooooooo.' She's going to be a real screamer, anyone could tell.

Her panties are pushed to the side by the inquisitive Eevee, who begins tonguing her labia directly. Whitney's knees knock together and buckle before going rigid. The Eevee redoubles his assault, as if tasting some new flavor for the first time.

"Uh oh, did you cum already?" the camerawoman chides. She had kept the video footage level for a while. But part of the fun, it seems, is getting to stand up and circle your target and—occasionally—zooming in on their flushed face for a memorable reaction shot.

"Did it feel good?"

"It feels way different than touching myself…"

Whitney grips her nipples and tugs on them a little. Groping herself shamelessly, the camera pans from her ecstatic expression down past her shuddering cleavage and navel and focuses on her cunt, clear except for a patch of pink fuzz and totally occupied by a familiar face adored the world over. The Eevee turns to the camera and says his name in an innocent, friendly way before turning back to Whitney's body.

The music fades as a quick cut is made. New footage is shown, perhaps from that very morning. The sun is bright and outdoors, a young couple is being interviewed.

"Could you tell me who your favorite trainers are?"

"Well Whitney obviously," says the boy. "Every man wants her to be his girlfriend!"

A blink-and-you'll-miss-it jab to the ribs makes him rethink his answer.

"Not me of course, I'm taken."

"And you madam?"

"I like Misty a lot! She's tough and she travels all over the world! She's my idol!"

Another cut, perhaps skipping some more inane questions.

"Do you think Whitney is into naughty stuff?"

The couple exchanges a confused glance. The boy speaks as though nervous he's falling for a comedy show bit.

"I don't think so, Whitney's pure. She's Goldenrod's golden girl after all."

"And you? What about Misty, is she a dirty girl?"

"No, and I don't appreciate you asking such a ridiculous question. Misty's my hero and besides, she's a tomboy. I don't think she cares about sex—"

"Fuck yes, take me Vaporeon! Mmm shove it deep inside me, mmhm yess!" Misty groans. Editing trickery takes us back to the present, where Misty is presently guiding her Vaporeon into the pool and inside herself. As she bobs up and down in the crystal clear water, the Pokemon grabs onto her for support.

"We do this sort of thing all the time back at Cerulean City…" Misty adds, smirking and licking her lips as Vaporeon thrusts.

She grips the edge of the pool for purchase at first but starts to float away. She and Vaporeon doggy paddle together—joined at the hip, so to speak—and Misty grabs a hold of the chrome pool bar instead. Appreciative noises accompany each splash as the Vaporeon takes her from behind, his sizable red cock still rock hard even underwater.

He moves with the grace of a water Pokemon and the strength of a gym leader's favorite. Each rhythmic pump of his hips brings Misty pleasure, his hot breath on her cool wet neck makes her orange hairs stand on end. When his tail slaps the water and sprays everywhere she laughs. When he leans in close for a kiss, she puts her free arm around his neck and returns his affections. The two move as one creature, their well-practiced teamwork as inspiring as it is lecherous. What trainer would teach her Pokemon to bury his face in her neck when thrusting three times faster than normal? What Pokemon would cater to his master's every whim, no matter how degenerate or selfish? But there is no selfishness between them, only give and take. And both partners intend to give as much as they can before the end.

Misty spies the camera and pretends to lift her bikini top with one hand before letting it smack against her skin, still covering her pert breasts. It feels as though hours have passed since that first tantalizing glimpse in the locker room.

"Let's check on our schoolgirl and her rental Pokemon next… Oh my!"

Having crawled away from her thighs, the Eevee now stands directly atop Whitney's stomach. His cock is not nearly the size of Vaporeon's but is close to that of an average human male. Currently, his cock is buried between Whitney's pale breasts.

With a great deal of effort, he thrusts back and forth while crying out. His member slips between her breasts easily now that it is slick with sweat and spit. Whitney spits on his cock again, smiles when he closes his eyes and humps her tits desperately while chasing the next high. When the pleasure becomes too much, he latches on to her nipple and bites it to avoid making lewd sounds.

"Good boy, oh there's a good boy!" Whitney fondles herself, then presses both breasts together and makes the opening for Eevee's cock that much tighter. She titters when he rams it in with newfound vigor.

Once or twice, he thrusts so far that the head of his cock just barely escapes her breasts. Whitney cranes her neck to plant a few butterfly kisses atop it before it retreats. Upon its next arrival she is ready, her tongue wraps around the energetic Eevee's head and slurps up a bit of precum.

"Are you close?" Whitney asks. Just as her lips form the last syllable, Eevee roars cutely and sprays her face with semen.

The camera dutifully zooms in… Eevee's hips tremble in astounding quality. Whitney's eyes are reflective in the limelight. Her pink hair is stained white in places, most of the shuddering orgasm is rendered over her lips, neck, and bare breasts. She closes her eyes and sticks out her tongue like a schoolgirl blowing a kiss to her crush. Her Eevee shoots rope after rope, covering her tongue and generally making a mess of the place.

Whitney's tongue disappears. She swallows and opens her eyes—one fully open, one half-shut to avoid the dripping semen. She sticks out her tongue again. It's clean.

"Mwaaaah!" A wet, shameless kiss earns her one final rope. She kneads his little balls in her hands just to be sure. Eevee's purr of satisfaction is faintly audible despite the music. The camera pulls away…

"Great work Whitney, I bet our real sponsors will love that little display." She angles the camera back towards the door. "Are you ready for the next couple Eevees?"

Whitney stares. "There's more?"

Outside, one can hear the unmistakable whirr-shaaaa sound of Pokeballs being activated. The doorway opens, and in strolls four more Eevees. One has bangs of fur covering his face. Two have bob cuts and bright gleaming eyes. The fourth has a dour expression and trails behind the other, more eager studs.

As Whitney wipes her face clean with her jacket, the Eevees circle her and pounce on her back. Once forced to the ground, the two bright-eyes bite her panties and pull them all the way to her feet. The Eevee with bangs confidently strolls in between them and plants his paws on her ass cheeks. Before she can get a word out, he's inside her.

He didn't even choose the right hole.

"Fuck!" Whitney cries. Her body shakes and she nearly slips. That lengthy, romantic titjob had stimulated her more than she realized. One insertion was all it took to trigger a little orgasm.

Another cut. This time, a commercial for the Eevee Foundation is shown.

Its oddly edited and the sound doesn't seem to work.

Seconds later, Misty's nonstop dirty talk is blaring. The music swells for the second time (it's obviously on repeat) but this time the musical climax seems to be lining up with a sexual climax. Misty grips the poolbar until her knuckles whiten. Her fingers have gone prune-like after copulating in the water for so long. Her orange hair long ago lost its proper shape, now it lies slick against her shoulder. If she were wearing a towel, you'd think she had just stepped out of the shower!

Vaporeon showers her with affection for a while then reverts back to its bestial self. At its core, it is still a male and its trainer is a female. That's the only truth here, the only dynamic worth exploring. He uses her relentlessly until even he, with all his stamina and lust, cannot last much longer.

"Do you want to cum inside me sweetie?" Misty asks. Her voice carries a twinge of desire, but the way she speaks is quite casual.

"Do you want to empty your balls inside my tight cunt? Release all that pent-up sperm inside your strict trainer?" She kisses him on the snout. "Go ahead, shoot your load deep inside me. Knock me up, Vaporeon. I want to have your babies. I want to make lots of cute little Eevees."

She glances over at Whitney, who is now sucking a Pokemon on one end and taking it in the ass at another.

The sight makes her cheeks go red. She breathes in funny for a moment, then turns and shares a sloppy tongue-kiss with her truest companion.

"Let's dive, right now! Come on!"

Moving together in perfect unison, Misty and Vaporeon pirouette off of the pool's edge and paddle to the center while on their backs, Vaporeon's throbbing red cock still inside her the entire way. Misty's top begins to slip.

She takes a deep breath—cheeks bulging like a Raichu, then they dive underwater together.

The camera zooms in. Every attempt to pierce the rippling waves ends in failure. No matter where she aims or how she focuses the lens, the bottom of the pool is simply out of view.

Seconds pass. There is an odd silence as the music loops for the last time and shuts off. All that can be heard is the relentless slopping and plapping of flesh against flesh as Whitney pleases several Pokemon off-screen. Those same squelching noises hint at what is happening at the bottom of the pool where the viewer cannot see, but might imagine Misty with her arms wrapped around Vaporeon's bulky form, his cock sliding even faster now that he is in his element and well-lubricated. Her nipples hardening in the assuredly cold pool. His cock thickening and swelling up inside her as he stops thrusting. Her face of pure bliss, mouth shut as bubbles escape her nose in their moment of pure privacy and exultation.

Him slapping her naked ass once, twice with the flat of his tail flippers. The male orgasm, strangely quiet in that place where Misty has learned to enjoy obscenities like this while holding her breath for minutes on end. Her hands on his rear, forcing him to ejaculate inside her again and again.

Its impossible to tell, really.

Bubbles begin to appear in view. Each little pop seems to herald the lover's imminent arrival. Then there is semen—strange globs of white stuff which float to the surface or skip around the pool like tadpoles. The final discovery is Misty's prized swimsuit top. The strings were undone somehow.

Just as the camerawoman begins murmuring to herself, Misty's familiar face breaches the water with Vaporeon right behind her. She swims over to the stairway and sits on the topmost step. Her breasts are in view, pink nipples erect as she shivers in the cold.

"This pool is great! It's way deeper than I thought," she says with a grin. "Sorry to be a pest, I just couldn't help myself."

"Did you both finish? I couldn't see a thing!" The camerawoman pans from Misty's smile, to her small tits, and then lower, lower still.

Misty laughs.

"See for yourself."

She lifts one leg like a ballerina. Her pussy is dripping even now, even after all that was lost in the water. Semen runs down her thigh and pools underneath her rear.

"I won again!" Double peace-signs seal the deal.

Elsewhere, Whitney is being swarmed. By the time the camerawoman approaches, the Eevees are arranged thusly—bangs is still pounding her ass with impressive force for such a little creature. The bright-eyes are separate, one is beneath her and is struggling to keep his cock aligned with her cunt as Whitney rhythmically rises and falls atop him. His twin is beneath her chest and is thrusting against her firm tits. The sad Eevee has a smile on his face now, he thrusts against her soft lips with vigor.

The sight is somewhat absurd, one busty girl servicing five Eevees at once. The final member, the Eevee from earlier, is enjoying a lazy handjob. Despite being preoccupied and under attack from all angles, Whitney still takes the time to please him.

"We were planning to rotate them one at a time," the camerawoman apologizes.

Whitney glares at the camera.

"Eevee… Eevee!" The assertive Eevee continues thrusting inside her ass, but something is different. His chest heaves as his tail wags quicker and quicker.

Soon all the Eevees are making lewd sounds or simply shouting in their curious Pokemon-speak. The camerawoman takes a few steps back, then zooms in…

"Mmmf! Mmm-hmmff!" Whitney's unintelligible speech is silenced by the dour-faced Eevee's orgasm.

"Eeveeee…" he sputters, thrusting once, twice, three times as the climax takes him. Pale streams of semen slip out the corners of her mouth and run down her chin, dripping.

The others cry out too and begin cumming one after the other. Whitney's legs shudder as another load is deposited inside her ass. Her tits, already messy from before, are stained again as thick rops of cum shoot out from between them. The Eevee below accidentally spills much of his seed on himself as the Eevee with his cock in her hand buckles and cums all over her face once again.

Whitney pulls the cock out of her mouth and spits up cum as she turns and greedily sucks the other Eevee dry. Beneath her, the bright-eyed Eevee opens his mouth. Against her better judgment, she kisses him deeply. Their tongues are active, saliva and Pokemon cum is traded in equal measures. Whitney hisses and sucks her breath as another orgasm spreads through her body like electricity. Her hips continue to gyrate, her ass rises and falls on the final Eevee who has yet to cum. Seconds later he does, crying out as he fills her womb with his seed. She kisses his bright-eyed twin as he fills her and as she fills his twin's mouth with nasty stuff.

The naughtiness of it all inspires another orgasm, then another one, less this time. When she is finally too tired to move she forces herself anyway and rolls over onto her back. Five Pokemon surround her. She herself looks like the aftermath of an unwanted gangbang, lying on the ground with her clothes strewn everywhere. But she is smiling, and she is blushing, and Whitney slides a hand between her legs and pleasures herself there.

The camera zooms in expectantly.

Her body utterly plastered with sweat and cum, Whitney raises her unoccupied hand and her trembling fingers form a peace sign.

"Thank you sooo much for cumming."

Pause.

Eject.

TV – Off.

It's been a long night. Better save the rest for next time.

NEXT: Fire and Ice. Flareon… Janine… Glaceon… Lorelei…

Stealth sex and Teacher sex. Rebellious and Obedient. Role reversals too.

See you there!