Length: 2500 words Vore type: M/M, oral vore Fandom: Pokemon Other info: willing prey, Sylveon/human, feral pred, pokephilia, oral sex? Summary: An… "aspiring Pokemon researcher" takes interest in his Sylveon's abilities. His Sylveon takes interest in him. Links: FurAffinity, tumblr

Sylvi sat on the coffee table, staring back at his Trainer with tilted head; his ribbons floated aimlessly around him. "...run that by me again?" he asked in a confused, yet chipper voice. David leaned back on the couch, counting off his points on his fingers. "Okay, so, one: Pokemon can control how much their, shall we say, natural hazards actually hurt people - Lucarios can hug their Trainers, people can ride Rapidash despite the fire mane, you don't bleed from petting a Garchomp-" "And the last time you tried this, we found that even the most peacefully-intended moves still hurt," the Sylveon pointed out. David waved him off. "Yeah, but I'd taken an accidental Draining Kiss from you before, so that Moonblast you did being much less painful is still a point to the validity." Rather than let Sylvi reply again, the man continued on, "now! Point two: this applies to both the insides and outsides of Pokemon, at least assuming those Fire-type and Ice-type Trainers on that board weren't lying..." --- He looked to Sylvi, expecting another remark, but his Pokemon merely gave him a smug, skeptical look. So, he continued, "three: I saw what you did to that Arbok last Tuesday." "It was me or her! Only one Pokemon was going to walk away from that!" Syvli defended himself, ribbons crossing in front of himself. "Sylvi, you didn't even KO her." Sylvi glanced away, his ribbons drooping off the coffee table. "...I mean, I did eventually, if you think about it." "Regardless, this leads me to a hypothesis: you are capable of eating me, and then NOT digesting me. And, like other hypotheses I come up with, I think it should be tested." The Pokemon leveled a knowing smile at his Trainer. "This is a sex thing, isn't it?" His smile grew to a fanged grin, and he pushed further, "I'm gonna find some fascinating stuff in your browser history later, aren't I?!" David flushed red, but held up Sylvi's ball, a promotional pastel pink-and-blue thing he'd picked up shortly after Sylvi had set his sights on an evolution and a new name. "Anyway. If you can't get me out normally, or things start to go south, I can probably just recall you. So all that's left is the data recording, which... can I leave that to you?" "What's the alternative, getting Maho out here to watch?" He put a paw to his chin in thought. "Actually, she's probably better at writing with her paws than I with my ribbons." The Trainer shook his head, his face still red. "N-no, there's no need to get her involved with this... plus, I've known her since I was twelve; it'd be... weird." "Alright, so she'll hear it from me!" At Sylvi's declaration, David opened his mouth, paused, then let the issue drop. In a smooth leap, Sylvi hopped onto the couch next to him. "So, my deliciously horny Trainer, am I adding a bit of Fairy hypnosis to guide you in?" "You can do that?" David tried to recall the info from his "Raising a Sylveon" booklet, but came up blank. Sylvi was kneading the cushion he stood on, an impatient tic he'd developed as an Eevee. "And, wow, I think you're almost more interested in this than I am." Sylvi huffed and raised a pair of ribbons. "I'm... planning, is all! Now then..." he trailed off, then the ribbons snapped forward, one coiling around each of David's arms. As David was tugged downward, Sylvi stepped up to him, his sky-blue eyes soon filling much of his vision. A supernatural sense of calm washed over him. With his Sylveon so close, he realized he could hear him breathe, and feel it in the tension of the ribbons around his arms. In... out... in... out... David found himself matching his breathing and growing even more relaxed. "Good boy," Sylvi purred, deep and soft, "now listen close. While your head remains outside of me, you will stay calm, and do as I say. When I say "go," you will not rouse, but you will remove all your clothes and set them in a pile. It would be such a shame to ruin them if this fails, after all. Do you understand? Say, "yes, Sylvi."" "Yes, Sylvi," David responded, almost automatic. "Mm, good, quick learner. Go," the Pokemon commanded. Sylvi loosened his ribbons, and David pulled back. The detached sense of calm and contentedness persisted, as though he had serenely stepped back to watch himself pull his shirt over his head, undo and pull down his pants, and fold everything neatly on the couch. As naked as the Pokemon himself, David stood before Sylvi and awaited his Pokemon's voice. The Pokemon delayed for a few seconds, his gaze sweeping up and down the man before him. He shook his head, then lashed his ribbons around David's arms again; the thick sense of calm washed over him once more, soon followed by Sylvi's unusual, smooth voice commanding, "very well done. Now sit, and present your feet. After all, this breaks when your head's inside, and I don't want to ruin the fun so soon..." With Sylvi's ribbons around his arms, David had to lay on his back and curl his legs up. For a second, the Sylveon's normal voice returned as he said, "ooh, I could get used to this!" but he dropped back down and once again focused his big, soft blue eyes back on David. "Ah, now then... be calm, my thrall. Your instincts may entice you to struggle, to escape, but you will not. You will trust me with your body, every inch of it, for me to devour and hold. Your thoughts will best your instincts, and you will not even think of resisting until the trance breaks. Do you understand? Say, "yes, Sylvi."" "Yes, Sylvi," David said, the words coming quicker, easier. An impish smile crossed the Sylveon's face. "Say, "I dream of your knot inside me every night, Sylvi."" "I dream of your knot inside me every night, Sylvi." Sylvi snickered. "Alas, just words. Now then, I'll be keeping the notes, but do pay attention as I eat you. I suspect you'll want to remember it once we're done." His voice slipped higher again as he crouched, wiggled his body, and licked his lips, saying, "ooh, here we go!" The Sylveon's muzzle may have been much shorter than David's feet, but that didn't stop him from claiming both of them and his ankles in one go. The Pokemon's throat was a warm massage, one only enhanced by the serenity engulfing his mind. One swallow, and David's legs straightened slightly as Sylvi pulled his feet deeper. His knees were next, and seeing Sylvi's smiling face by his thighs, a majority of his legs wrapped in his friend's snug, warm embrace felt... right. Sylvi knew what he was doing, and the ease with which he fit half his thighs into jaws that didn't even seem stretched meant that was exactly where they - and the rest of the Trainer - should go. Tearing his eyes from Sylvi's, David finally noticed something odd. Sylvi, while not as small as he was before evolving, was much smaller than David, and could even still curl up on the lap that, with another smooth "glk," he had just eaten, along with the human's hands. Yet there was no exaggerated bulge in the Sylveon's neck or gut, nothing to show how deep into him his legs were poking. David had seen him slurp down the back half of an Arbok like a noodle, but seeing him do it to himself, and when he could so vividly feel the Pokemon's soft, slimy throat all around his legs, was another thing entirely. A hot, humid breeze against his sack dragged his focus back to the strangely gluttonous Pokemon; fabric sliding against his back told him that, rather than walking up the couch, Sylvi was simply pulling him inside, and that "him" now included all but the tip of his erect dick. What's more, Sylvi stayed there for what must have been longer than usual, his warm breath running along and surrounding his stiff cock. He wanted to squirm, to thrust against the roof of his Pokemon's mouth, or to worm deeper to get all of his shaft inside, but Sylvi had said he would not struggle, and so he wouldn't. The calm Sylvi had given him was in a fierce battle with the increasingly-demanding desire to move, to give in to lust, but the calm, and his orders, were winning. Finally, Sylvi swallowed, and David watched as his lower torso vanished just as completely as his legs had. Ribbons pulled back from his arms, having run out of space, and instead caressed his head. Another gulp, and the powerful, slick muscles inside the deceptively diminutive Pokemon rolled down his body, drawing out a needy groan from the man as they kneaded against his shaft and hips. He wasn't sure how he hadn't cum yet, unless that, too, could count as thrashing, and Sylvi had commanded him not to. Sylvi's throat pulled at him, and he sank deeper. His Pokemon relaxed his jaws, and small fangs pressed against David's neck - not enough to draw blood, or even hurt, but they were unmistakably the pointed teeth of a predator. Through the lust and calm and curiosity, a mote of amusement poked through: as though being one gulp away from being a Sylveon snack wasn't enough proof of him being a predator. As though sensing his Trainer's thoughts, Sylvi granted him that one gulp. Through jaws yawned wide, David saw Sylvi's fangs pass over his face, then the pink upper palate of his mouth, and then darkness as he was fully surrounded by the Pokemon's wet, hot, reality-defying Fairy throat. As the Sylveon had said, David could already feel the trancelike calm he'd given him start to wear down. However, before it vanished in full, he heard that smooth, enthralling voice once again, this time from all around him. It was a simple command: "Cum." And then, as the culmination of all of Sylvi's inadvertent or purposeful teasing before, David bucked once against the soft, squishy, and slimy walls around him and came. His mind went white with pleasure and he cried out in ecstasy as he emptied his balls into Sylvi's throat. His body shuddered and thrusted several more times, coaxing shot after shot from his tip until he could give no more. As he lay, panting and exhausted, David noticed that the flesh around him was nowhere near as close and tight as it was before. Groggy and a little disoriented in his dark confines, he realized that he was sitting in a shallow pool of some liquid... and that, no matter how he searched, he couldn't find Sylvi's pokeball anywhere. "H... hey, Sylvi?" he called out in a loud voice, hoping that whatever his Pokemon had done to his body didn't also silence him. "No need to yell, I'm right here!" came the familiarly chipper reply, "also, wait, did you actually cum when I told you to? That's so cool! We should do that again - but with me also getting off, because I'm kinda pent up now." "I don't want to think a-" the mental image of Sylvi in his lap, his own shaft pressed against his furry rear or back, and Sylvi's member hot in his hand crept into his mind... or, if he was being honest, crept BACK into his mind. David sighed. "Another time, okay? Actually, that's a little reassurring - I thought you'd made me forget your ball on purpose." "Oh, so you did! Silly, you should've held onto that!" An audible gulp echoed around him, and a second later, something hard and round fell on David's head. He picked it up, and felt the signature seam and button of a pokeball - and the little fang-made divots on top of Sylvi's from where he picked it up in his mouth shortly after evolving. "Can I mount you next time? Sorry for the one-track mind, but I am achingly hard right now." "Ah, definitely no." "What if you were hypnotized?" "Still no." "Eh." Sylvi sighed and began to purr; it didn't take much thought to figure out what he'd started doing with his ribbons. "Ah... just as well, I can't do hypnosis anyway." This threw David for a loop. "You... what?" No answer. The Trainer asked a few more times, shoving against Sylvi's stomach walls harder as he did so. Finally, after a minute or two, the Sylveon sighed again, fading into a moan. "Muuuuuch better!" he sang. "But yeah, I've seen hypnosis, and what I did to you isn't it." This time, it was David who was silent. "...so-" he started, then cut himself off. Sylvi eagerly chipped in. "Yep! You didn't have to do a thing I said! But I had fun with it, and I know you did too, so we should do it again next time!" David laid back in the dark "hammock" of Sylvi's stomach, rubbing his temples. "Confound your tricks. Say, how did you know there would be a next time?" He was halfway through wondering why he couldn't feel the moving and rolling around he knew his Sylveon was probably doing, when the answer came. "C'mon, David, I do listen to you talk about scientist stuff. A sample size of one is just awful! So unless you want me eating your friends, too - not that I'd mind, mm, especially not Delilah - you'll be spending quite a bit of time sliiiiiding down my throat like that!" David paused, thinking on how to respond, and eventually settled on sighing and rubbing Sylvi's stomach as though petting a slimy version of him. "You're not wrong. Now take note of the time, okay? If I do get burned, I want to see how long it took and thus how strong your stomach is when you don't want it to be." "Aye-aye, sir!" And, with a note for the start time imprecision, the first of many trials began.

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