Warning: This chapter contains unusual kinks and 'furry logic' (In other words, biology goes out the window). Read at your own risk... or enjoyment!


The longer time goes on, the more you lament your own train of thoughts. You had tempted fate, and your scent did, in fact, make your travels slightly more irritating. For the first two hours or so, you manage to find a few pokemon here and there. Some Mankey, Taillow, Kakuna, and even a lone Slowpoke hanging limply on top of a thick tree branch. The curious thing were the stares. The Pokemon would glance at you with confusion, while others stare with openly mocking expressions, or sometimes smug ones. It doesn't take you long to figure out the cause of these looks. If you can smell yourself, the inhabitants of the forest can probably sense you from miles away. The following hours don't go any better, either. You start seeing less and less Pokemon, and the ones you do manage to catch a glance of slink away into the shadows of the forest, looking at you warily, almost fearfully sometimes. You cannot make sense of it all, and your frustration steadily grows and you eventually lose track of time. Your Sylveon tries its best to encourage you by affectionately rubbing its ribbons against you, caressing your cheek and sometimes draping itself around your shoulders. Although it has grown in size, you find yourself still able to carry it somewhat effortlessly, something your starter is more than thankful for. Even though your search is fruitless so far, you find yourself in a decent mood thanks to your friend, and it eventually lets out a yawn, deciding to go back into its Pokeball, pressing the button with one of its ribbons and disappearing in a flash of red light.

Although your rations are far, far away from running dry, you still can't help but worry a little. After all, you've heard your fair share of morbid stories about people getting lost in the woods near this route, only to be found more dead than alive weeks later, completely and utterly famished. Or even other occasions in which their remains were found years down the line, most likely regurgitated or picked clean by some more aggressive wild Pokémon. Shaking off those demoralizing thoughts, you continue making your way through the woods at a slow yet steady pace. More than once, you find yourself jumping at sudden noises. The sharp crack of a small branch, a faraway cry, or even the occasional creak are enough to make your head swivel around in surprise. Although your caution is warranted, this constant state of alertness you subject yourself to does wear you down more than you'd like to admit. Luckily, the situation doesn't last for much longer as you eventually manage to find yet another place you could tentatively call safe. Eyes widening as you take in your surroundings, you let out a tired, yet happy sigh.

You seem to have found a grove hidden amongst the large trees. A rather large pond sits in the center of the area, in which you can see a few pokemon lazily swimming around. Some Magikarp glance at you with disinterest, only to look away shortly after and continue aimlessly wandering the crystal clear waters. You can spot a pair of Tangela playing with a lone abra, using their dexterous vines as some sort of long jump rope. Your visage freezes in a comical, dumbfounded expression as you do a double take and realize this is the exact same abra you were chasing throughout the forest for so long. The little Psychic type's own eyes widen slightly in surprise, before its expression morphs back into sheer smugness. You are torn between wanting to childishly blow a raspberry at the yellow 'mon or simply ignoring it, but you eventually relent, following the more peaceful part of your brain as you simply give it a wave, letting out a small sigh.

It takes you a bit longer than usual to set up your camp as you take the time to see where you could pitch your tent without bothering the local pokemon. As this clearly seems to be their 'home' within the forest, you don't want to accidentally annoy or anger some of them, being careful not to perform any brusque movements. A little over half an hour later, you let out a small huff, nodding as you look at your little camp with satisfaction. Although you would like nothing more than to lie down and rest, you can't help but feel a little... self conscious. You've noticed the strange glances a few of the pokemon have sent your way, and it doesn't take much for you to piece two and two together. Your scent must be a bother for them. Although you feel a tinge embarrassment, you end up taking your clothes off, a shiver crawling up your spine as the afternoon's fresh air hits your body. Dipping a toe into the water, you hum in relief as the temperature is somewhat bearable for you. It's not too cold, just warm enough to not be uncomfortable. You take slow and measured steps deeper into this side of the large pond, until the water is reaching slightly above your belly button, at which point you stop and begin to rub your body, starting from your legs and slowly making your way up. You quickly end up absorbed with your task, humming a little tune from a show you used to watch back home. You find yourself so focused on the task at hand that you don't notice the small air bubbles rising to the surface behind you. Said bubbles begin to slowly advance towards you, and only when you feel a something smooth brush against your toes do you yelp, splashing some water around you as you lose your footing and fall backwards. Shaking your head, you carefully open your eyes, staring in surprise as a rather round, blue face stares right back at you. It seems a Vaporeon took an interest in you, and its tongue comically darts out of its mouth as it goes upwards, jumping up into the air as you resurface, splashing you with some water as it lands back down. Rubbing your eyes, you blink a few times before fully taking in the pokemon in front of you. The Water type now floats at the surface, looking at you with something akin to amusement as your befuddlement shows itself, clear as day. You have to admit the water type looks quite adorable, water slowly trickling down its frills as it effortlessly stays afloat. The pokemon lets out a soft cry, snapping you out of your staring, and you give it a tentative "Hi...?", waving as it swims closer to you. It looks back to the shore, leading you to follow its gaze, furrowing your brows in confusion when you don't see anything there. You look back at it, and it points its tail at the shore once more, watching you as if you were a particularly dense child. Facepalming as you understand its intentions, you begin waddling back to shore, wondering what the eeveelution wants as you step back onto the soft, grassy land.

The eeveelution sashays along, suddenly stopping slightly ahead of you. You hear rustling amongst the leaves, and you gasp as a Leafeon and a Jolteon leap out from the greenery. The Leafeon stares at the Vaporeon with what seems to be mild irritation, and some sort of... bickering ensues as the Grass type and Water type exchange a flurry of cries and noises. The Jolteon, meanwhile, is content to snap its jaws around the Oran berry it holds in its maw, slowly chewing on it as it stares at the two with an exasperated expression. It seems the Electric type often deals with this, from what you can infer... The two eeveelutions eventually stop their bickering, you awkwardly shuffle around as you wonder what this is all about. The Leafeon and Vaporeon then look at the Jolteon, yipping at it once, before all of them snap their eyes onto you. A questioning "Uh... what?" is all you manage to utter before a myriad of vines spring out from the ground below you, quickly coiling around your legs, waist and arms and holding you in place as you cry out and struggle. Despite your best efforts, the bindings are much too resistant for you to do anything more than wiggle futilely. A hungry, almost ravenous expression settles on the three eeveelutions faces as they slowly surround you, a subtle glow emanating from the Leafeon. It seems that one is responsible for your predicament, and you start to panic as you continue straining against your... oddly soft and smooth bindings, now that you think about it. Do these pokemon not want to have you for lunch? Your confusion and panic seem to highly amuse the trio, and the Water type brushes against your legs as it open its maw wide. With your eyes snapping tightly shut, you whimper as you beg and hope for the three pokemon not to kill you... only to gasp as you feel a wet, slimy sensation on your balls.

Cracking an eye open, your mind goes blank at the sight in front of you. The Vaporeon is gently lapping at your ballsack, dragging its long, slimy tongue back and forth against the saggy, sweaty skin. It opens its maw wide, sharp fangs dangerously glinting in the daylight as it stares up at you, swirling its long appendage around your low hanging pouch. In the meantime, the Jolteon circles you for a few moments, before yipping once at the Leafeon. You feel the vines wrapped around your body shift, and you find yourself lying on the grass, still tightly bound, but now in a horizontal position. The yellow canine walks on top of your body, settling onto your stomach and looking at you with a curious expression while the Vaporeon continues its exploration of your genitalia. A soft moan escapes you as you feel the Water type's slimy tongue wrap around your appendage like a snake coiling around its prey. You look back at the Jolteon, and it licks its fangs, before lunging down and clamping its maw shut around your left nipple. It suckles on it for a few moments, before letting go and giving it a teasing lick. It then places the tip of a fang against the nub, and lets a small spark course through, making you yelp more out of surprise than pain. The pokemon simply looks at you with an amused smirk, and walks a few steps further onto your body, turning around and stopping with its hind legs on each side of your head. Looking up, your eyes widen as you realize just how pent up the Jolteon is. Its dark red, throbbing knotted member already has a dollop of pre-cum threatening to drop from the tip, and its yellow, furry balls look full and swollen. Your breath hitches in your throat, and you find yourself drooling at the sight like some sort of depraved slut, despite yourself. The Electric type notices your eagerness, and promptly sits right onto your face, wiggling its hindquarters back and forth for good measure as it gets into a comfortable position. Your nose pressed right against the yellow sack, you take a deep breath, shuddering in delight as the potent, musky scent of the eeveelution enters your nostrils. You feel as if everything is right, and you'd love nothing more than to spend the rest of your days here, buried under this Jolteon's plump ass. Your depraved train of thought is quickly interrupted by another wet sensation on your nipples, followed by a series of tiny shocks. It seems the canine has gotten a little impatient and has started lapping away at your body, sending shocks through it. The sensation makes you shiver in delight, and you quickly begin slathering its balls with your drool, delighting in the salty, musky flavor.

All the while, the Leafeon doesn't remain idle. Its vine-tentacles caress and prod at your body, a lecherous expression plastered onto the eeveelution's face. It pants with barely suppressed lust, juices trickling down onto the ground from its sopping wet folds as it watches its two friends have their way with you. It ends up directing one of its vines towards your neck, tightening it just enough to make your breathing more labored as it approaches you. You suddenly feel something sprouting from the ground under you, and you find your waist being lifted slightly upwards, vines supporting your body as yet another few of the smooth appendages come out of the ground. With a slightly manic noise, sounding almost like a laugh, the Leafeon's tentacles are directed to swiftly smack you across the ass, eliciting a muffled yelp from you. A heavy blush smeared across the Grass type's face, it crouches and stares at your plump cheeks, continuing to smack away at it every now and then, relishing in your noises as if they are the sweetest of songs. You start to wiggle around with desire as you feel a warm pool of the Jolteon's pre-cum gathering on your chest. Eventually, the Electric type lifts its rump off of your face, letting out a small, lustful huff as it stares at your own perverted expression. Your own cock is harder than ever thanks to the Vaporeon's tonguejob, and you find yourself being hoisted up into the air again before being placed on your knees, arms and neck still held by the grassy appendages. A small shudder crawls up your spine as you notice the Leafeon's almost deranged expression as it approaches you, and it lets out a small noise, almost akin to a purr as it opens its maw wide and presses it against your shoulder. It then lightly bites down on it, eliciting a cry from you at the sudden pain. As it pulls its fangs away, you see two little prickles on your skin, a tiny dollop of blood seeping from each of them. The Grass type shudders in delight as it laps away at the liquid, a creepy grin widening its snout. The tentacles wrapped around your neck suddenly tighten, and the Leafeon shudders in delight as it watches your panicked expression. The Vaporeon calls out to the grassy maniac, letting out a somewhat exasperated drawl. You can almost imagine it saying "Don't break our toy... yet." The dark green tentacles eventually relent, releasing their grasp on your neck as the Leafeon huffs, pouting in a decidedly adorable way, despite what it was just doing.

It seems the trio have had enough toying around with you, which becomes apparent as you look at each of them. The Vaporeon's pink, tapered member undulates in the air, steadily leaking pre-cum as it circles you like a shark in deep waters. The Jolteon licks its chops, growling lowly as it regards you with a primal, lustful urge. The Leafeon, in the meantime, commands its grassy creations to shift you around again, lifting you a few inches off the ground and maintaining you there. Your legs are spread wide apart by another set of vines, while your hands are both lifted above your head. The vulnerable position you find yourself in only helps to further egg the eeveelutions on, and the water type is the first to act. It props itself up on your body, placing its soft, rubbery paws on your stomach and angling the tip of its slick member against your tight pucker. The pokemon spends a few moments rubbing your taint and spreading some of its pre-cum on it, before unceremoniously thrusting its entire member inside of you, the motion accompanied by a wet 'shlick '. A wanton moan escapes your throat, and your mouth is promptly plugged by the Leafeon. The grass type swirls its surprisingly long tongue within your mouth, before pushing it deeper into your throat, making you choke on the slimy, drool coated appendage. Your gagging seems to arouse it even further, and for a moment you almost fear you'll pass out if it doesn't let you breathe. After a few moments, it luckily relents, pulling its tongue out almost reluctantly after having fed you copious amounts of its oddly tasty drool. The flavor almost reminds you of a fresh peach. The stray thought is quickly set aside as the little dominatrix hops on top of you, eyeing your pillar of meat like a tasty morsel. This one doesn't care for any kind of foreplay, as it simply slams its tight pussy down on your cock. As you penetrate its folds, you marvel at the texture and tightness of the Leafeon's insides. Its face is locked in an ecstatic expression, tongue languidly hanging from its maw as it begins milking you, lifting its hindquarters in an almost sensual manner, before savagely slamming itself back down. The Jolteon, in the meantime, is content with shocking your nipples with its fangs, wagging its tail at a rapid pace as it watches you writhe and arc your back with each minor jolt of pain... or is it pleasure, at this point? Your sex crazed mind can't even tell, as addled as it is with every sensation coursing through it.

The combined pleasure is once again too much for your poor, ravaged body. The tapered length pressing your prostate flat along with the tight vagina constricting around your shaft send you into an orgasmic bliss, and you erupt deep within the Leafeon's pussy, crying out in tandem with it as it feels your warm, gooey seed paint its insides white. Although the explosive sensation courses pleasurably through you, you find yourself craving more. Luckily for you, it seems the eeveelutions are of the same mind. Although the Water and Grass type continue on at the same pace, it seems the Electric type has gotten bored with the shocks. You notice it narrowing its eyes at you, looking almost devilish as it hops on top of your head. The only thing that comes out of your mouth is a confused "Wha-" before it thrusts its pointed cock right into your ear. Your visage ends up locked in an expression fit for a Slowpoke, fingers tensing and curling inwards as the Jolteon begins pounding away at your head, turning your brain to mush as your mind goes foggy. It doesn't end there, as the devious canine sends a tiny jolt throughout its shaft. The little shock is enough to send you into yet another spastic orgasm, your body convulsing within the vines' grasp as you howl out yet another long, drawn out moan. You can't even comprehend what's happening anymore. All you can think of is the tight flesh wrapped around your member, as well as the two cocks turning you into a proper pokewhore, unfit to do anything other than serving these eeveelutions' whims. A short while later, the first of the trio reaches his own orgasm. The Vaporeon shoots its load inside of you, filling you up with the warm, gooey substance as it cries out into the night. The Jolteon soon follows suit, cramming its beige cock into your ear and filling your head with its slightly thicker cum. The sheer amount of liquid leads to some of it leaking from your other ear, a slow trickle going down your temple and falling down onto the grass. Finally, the Leafeon reaches its own orgasm with a loud growl, clamping down onto the base of your shaft as it squirts its juices all over you, panting exhaustedly, seeming completely spent... Although you didn't witness it, having fallen unconscious shortly after the Jolteon came inside of you. The sensory overload your body had gone through was simply too much to bear, and your brain had shut it all down in a sort of defense mechanism. With all three eeveelutions having sated their lust, the Leafeon lowers its vines with some difficulty. The appendages had gotten more and more wobbly as the Grass type milked your cock dry. Any more, and you would probably have been dropped onto the ground, not that it would've hurt you with how low you were.

Your peaceful breathing is almost alien in the midst of the trio's exhausted panting and huffing. Using the remainder of its energy, the Leafeon carefully controls the vines to carry you over to your tent, safely depositing you within it. Feeling the exhaustion catching up to them, the quadrupedal 'mons all get inside, lazily draping themselves over your sleeping bag and your body. The Leafeon gives you one last affectionate lick as you mumble in your sleep, before pushing its head against your neck, and falling into a deep, sated sleep. Who knows what will await you as you wake up? So far, your journey seems to have been quite eventful, if not in the direction that you expected. Only time would tell what further trouble you would get into...