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Congratulations! You’ve received a Sylveon wife, a special Pokémon designed solely for your absolute pleasure. Her only mission is to delight you without limits. Your task is simple: breed with her and get her pregnant before you start catching feelings. She’s a master of pleasure and fucks like a goddess. Welcome to the Human-Pokémon Procreation Program!
My hands tore open the box my wife had arrived in.
I know it sounds strange, but barely a week ago, a government missive ended up in my hands. Whenever something like that happened, it either meant trouble, or… you had been accepted into the special human-Pokémon breeding program.
Inside the packaging, a beautiful Sylveon appeared before my eyes. Her fur was a bit ruffled from the journey, but her gaze brimmed with an unbreakable spirit. Beside her rested an official document.
I held the letter as she leaned her head against my palm, seeking contact, wanting to be petted. The text confirmed what I had already heard in the broadcasts: this wasn’t just any Sylveon. She had been genetically modified ever since she was an Eevee. In order to increase the population in certain regions, the government had established this program to incentivize procreation among the youngest trainers. They needed citizens, and the creature sitting in front of me had been officially declared my partner; a Pokémon destined to stay by my side as my wife.
I swallowed hard. Perhaps I still hadn’t fully grasped the sheer magnitude of what this meant, but regardless, I now had a gorgeous female beneath my hand. I stroked her cheek more firmly, letting myself be carried away by my curiosity and the raw desire to feel her. She let out a soft moan and a happy, melodic “syl.”
I smiled and took her in my hands to lift her up. She was visibly thrilled to see me, wagging her tail from side to side. With a genuine smile, I decided to carry her inside the house and closed the door behind me. I hid the box by shoving it away with my shoe; I had to make absolutely sure not to leave any evidence in plain sight, lest some curious or envious bastard try to snatch her away from me.
Things were simple. I knew the responsibilities stipulated by the program by heart; I had applied at least three times until I mastered the requirements and earned one of the highly coveted spots.
The Sylveon let out a beautiful sound when I carefully set her down on my bed, wagging her tail with deep excitement.
The trainer in question had to report the Pokémon’s health status on a daily basis, sending a photograph to prove her well-being along with a temperature log. The moment any change in her body was detected, it had to be reported immediately via email. That was it. The government already had my data and they knew perfectly well that I had her under my roof, quite possibly in my very own bed.
I cannot deny that the sheer beauty of her figure captivated me instantly; the hard-on in my pants began to make itself obvious. Her beautiful ribbons swayed in the air, and her large, puppy-like eyes refused to stop tracking my every move. I paced back and forth, internally debating what my next move should be, but she beat me to the punch.
Adjusting her soft paws on the mattress, she turned around and called out to me with an energetic purr. She seemed to have been trained specifically for this exact moment.
The sight of her raised hindquarters left me completely stunned. With precise control, she lifted her ribbons to spread her ass cheeks wide open, revealing her intimate depths: a gorgeous vulva of a deep, dark hue, crowned by the firm, swollen nub of her arousal. She offered herself to me without a single reservation, flaunting her nether beauty in an undeniable invitation.
I swallowed hard, feeling my cock throb and grow even thicker. I had to service her, that much was obvious. And even though her eagerness threw me off a bit, I couldn’t deny that I desperately wanted to take her, too. After all, I didn’t have anything better to do. I had recently graduated from college and, despite my countless attempts, hadn’t managed to find a job. This arrangement guaranteed me a monthly paycheck for her care. The only problem… was that I would have to return her once she was bred.
That thought vanished the second I placed my hands on her hips and shoved my pants down, letting my cock brush against her warm, juicy wetness.
She moaned softly.
I reached one hand toward her muzzle, sliding a finger between her lips. Immediately, she began to lick and suck on it hungrily, drenching it in spit. I let out a hot sigh, trembling slightly, and she echoed me with a shiver of her own. It had been a very long time since I’d had any company in my bedroom.
With sweaty hands, I gripped her firmly while she twitched her tail. I began to push myself inside her. Her folds yielded, spreading open to take me in, wrapping around my cock with a tightness and a scorching heat that swallowed me whole. I felt an overwhelming urge to exhale; a sudden rush of energy flooded my chest, fogging up my thoughts.
A cramp shot down my legs, and I squeezed my eyes shut. Suddenly, panic set in. I live alone, yes, but the fear was still there. Even though the program was entirely official, intimate relations between humans and Pokémon remained a deeply rooted taboo, utterly denied by society in our world. That was exactly why it was so dangerous, and why there could be absolutely no trace of her presence with me.
I shoved the fear away and grounded myself in the present. I squeezed her ass cheeks harder, sinking my fingers slightly into the softness of her fur, while stroking the base of her tail with my other hand. I started massaging her gently, and she whimpered with pleasure, letting her tongue loll out once she grew tired of sucking on my finger.
I decided to put that trail of wetness to good use. I dragged my saliva-slicked finger down her entire back, tracing the curve of her spine all the way down to her tail, and finally drew a slow, sensual line straight toward her back entrance. She let out a sharp whine and looked back at me, her ears twitching, as her hind legs tensed up in pure anticipation.
She was incredibly fucking hot, I couldn’t deny it. I began moving with greater ease; as my cock remained trapped in her tight grip, the desire to experience every single sensation with her consumed me completely.
The wet slapping of our bodies colliding began to echo through the room. I sank a little deeper, feeling her insides squeeze me rhythmically, milking me as if begging for my seed. She was a creature designed to breed, and her body proved it with every single contraction.
I tugged gently at the base of her tail and leaned over her back, setting a steady rhythm. Meanwhile, I slid my wet finger toward her tight asshole. She whimpered, trying to squirm away in surprise, but I gripped one of her ears firmly to hold her in place, pulling her against me without breaking the pace of my thrusts. My cock slid in and out of her dripping wet cunt over and over; I could feel my tip throbbing with every deep stroke. I held her tight, taking care not to hurt her, but letting myself indulge my primal instincts with absolute freedom.
Her small, sweaty body shuddered beneath mine. My hips drove hard, pumping back and forth, and she never stopped whining in sheer pleasure.
“S-Syyl, sylveooon!” she moaned, drunk on the friction.
The rhythmic squelching of our union filled the silence. With every thrust, her wet folds yielded, stretching to accommodate my size. The veins on my cock throbbed, and it seemed that the deeper I drove, the more frantic she became. She ground her ass cheeks back against me in an instinctive motion, trembling with absolute delight.
Her temperature seemed to spike. She pushed back, trying to swallow me whole. I eased my finger in a little deeper to soothe her, but the gesture only managed to turn her on even more. Without hesitation, I let go of her ear for a split second to spread her ass cheeks apart with both hands, allowing me to pound into her with brutal force. If this Sylveon wanted to drain every last drop of my seed, she was going to have to earn it by taking every single inch I was willing to give.
I picked up the pace, growling involuntarily as I crushed my chest against her back. I brought my fingers to her mouth and forced them inside, feeling her lips greedily wrap around them and drench them in spit once more. She sucked in eager circles, staring back at me with glazed, deeply satisfied eyes, whimpering in total surrender.
My skin was slick with sweat. As I kept sinking deep into her scorching heat, I knew I wouldn’t last much longer. I was going to blow my load any second. I sped up even more, and my hips surrendered to the irresistible, milking suction of her tight pussy.
Suddenly, I felt like I couldn’t pull back. She had completely trapped me. I was right on the edge of exploding when I felt an additional tightness deep within her anatomy, like a protective inner ring. Driven by pure animal instinct, I slammed my hips forward to breach it. First my cockhead pushed past, followed by another length of my shaft, until I slammed against an unyielding barrier. She let her tongue loll out, whining with her eyes rolled back and her face flushed with pure ecstasy, hitting her own climax as violent spasms racked her entire body.
I couldn’t hold back any longer and finally broke, blasting thick rope after rope deep inside her. Her belly visibly tensed as I filled her to the brim, my hips continuing to grind uncontrollably against her. Cum flooded her tight canal, overflowing in such abundance that a thick, sticky trail leaked down her thighs and stained the sheets.
Finally, my entire body went rigid, and I collapsed heavily on top of her, pulling out a few seconds later with a heavy exhale of pure exhaustion. I noticed my hands had cramped shut, leaving temporary red marks exactly where I had gripped her soft body. I swallowed hard, hoping to god I hadn’t actually hurt her, but she simply flicked her ears without the slightest hint of discomfort.
I backed away slightly to catch my breath. As her ass cheeks came into view, I saw her swollen cunt completely overflowing. She looked like an earthly deity freshly emerged from a bath of heavy cream. Stray drops of my cum had splattered her face when I pulled out, and she was whining softly, trying to catch as much as she could on her tongue. It was a genuinely exquisite sight. Her fur was completely disheveled, contrasting sharply with the slick, glossy shine of our fluids. She behaved just like a curious little puppy, savoring the aftermath, while her gaping pussy continued to throb, stuffed full of my seed.
I inhaled deeply, struggling to regain some semblance of composure. I sat on the edge of the bed, noticing my cock was still half-hard. I still had to report her vitals to the system…
However, the second I got comfortable, I felt a warm, wet tongue brushing against my thigh. A violent shiver ran straight down my spine. She had crawled over the mattress and was now delicately licking the head of my cock.
I flinched away instinctively. I was so incredibly sensitive that the slightest touch threatened to force out another ejaculation, and I had fully intended to write the report without getting my hands sticky again. But she clearly wasn’t willing to take no for an answer. With one agile movement, she overpowered my resistance. She took my throbbing cock between her lips, trapping it softly before she began to suck.
She licked in careful, teasing circles, pulling back just enough to let the cool room air brush against my spit-slicked skin. She exhaled her hot breath right over me and leaned down, intensely sniffing the heavy musk of our mingled scents. I swallowed hard as her large, rough tongue traced a slow upward path straight from the base, drenching the entire shaft in hot saliva. With exquisite gentleness, she took me deep into her mouth again, swallowing slowly as her lips stretched to accommodate my girth, desperate to engulf every single inch. As far as she was concerned, our session was a long way from over.
She began to move her head rhythmically, up and down, while her tongue traced expert circles around my entire shaft. She seemed determined to make me surrender once again.
I sent the report to hell; reporting her was something that could wait. At that moment, I only wanted to possess her until I found out who had more endurance. She seemed to have been thoroughly trained; perhaps she had already been taken so many times that her stamina was superior to that of any common creature. Either way, I wasn’t going to let a Sylveon win this game.
I let her continue her work while my hand sank into her fur to guide her head. I began to thrust against her, hearing a sudden muffled choke that betrayed the depth of my entry, but she didn’t pull away. On the contrary, she moved her tongue with astonishing skill, squeezing me as if using the same control with which she handled her feelers.
That pressure wrung a groan from me as she began to receive my essence in her throat. At the same time, her tactile appendages began to stroke my testicles, letting the trail of our union soak them. She hungrily swallowed everything I could give her, and I wheezed, trying to catch a breath that kept escaping me.
Sweat ran down my forehead and I sighed heavily. I had an insatiable Sylveon with me and I had to accept it. I moved carefully, seeking to satisfy her, but then I noticed something that made my pulse stop.
In her way of acting, there was only devotion to the act itself, as if drinking my semen were a programmed mission. I went still. Looking into her eyes, I found only a haunting emptiness. She was acting out of pure instinct, or worse, conditioning. The genuine excitement of the first few minutes had evaporated, and those beautiful puppy eyes had lost their vital spark.
I swallowed, disconcerted. I slid my hand toward her vulva and stroked her with tenderness. She emitted a moan and rubbed against my palm by inertia. I understood then: I wondered how many had used her before for her to act now as a mere reflex. Was this what she truly desired?
Though the physical pleasure was undeniable, my desire was tinged with a strange melancholy. I decided to finish, thrusting until I finally came, releasing several jets into her mouth. She swallowed until I saw her throat working with effort. The bulge in her belly, a product of the intensity of our session, was as notable as the submission with which she accepted every drop. She looked like a precious vessel designed only to be consumed.
I pulled away from her slowly and let out a long sigh. She gave me back a smile and a tired look, devoid of any judgment. I didn’t know what to say, so I simply stroked her cheek gently. She purred and curled up at my side. My energy had evaporated; she had given me the best sex of my life, but at an emotional cost I didn’t expect. She stayed with me, leaving a respectable space between us as her breathing fell into step with sleep.
Before exhaustion overcame me completely, I pulled her toward me. I wrapped my arms around her, protecting her, and buried myself in the heat of her neck. She let out a small squeak of surprise; it seemed no one had ever cradled her after she fulfilled her “duty.” I remained motionless, holding her until sleep claimed me. I already knew what I had to do the next day.
***
Sylveon’s paws twitched on the bed when she noticed my warmth was no longer beside her. It was hard for her to wake up; her body had needed the rest to process the intensity of the night. She stood up with some clumsiness while her breathing normalized, though her throat felt dry. She looked for me, but I was no longer in the room. She walked cautiously to the door and, upon crossing it, she found me.
“You’re awake, huh?”
I was holding a pair of plates overflowing with delicious food. I had prepared a true feast on the dining table, where she already had a spot reserved. She stood watching me with quiet eyes, as if she didn’t know how to react to a gesture that wasn’t purely instrumental. But as soon as we locked eyes, she forced a smile. Another automatic reaction, I assumed.
She walked toward me with that fake puppy joy and rubbed her head against my leg, seeking my crotch with her muzzle. I swallowed and, after leaving the plates on the table, I stroked her head calmly. She seemed to expect me to seek a continuation of last night, but I gently pushed her away. She went quiet, motionless on the cold floor.
I pulled out one of the chairs and tapped the seat a couple of times, smiling at her with sincerity.
“Come on, let’s have lunch.”
I went to the other end of the table and sat down. I had given her the most comfortable spot. She looked at me with evident confusion, maintaining that mechanical smile that was starting to hurt. She climbed onto the chair and I noticed a slight tremble in her posture.
“Easy, it’s all right. It’s food I just made,” to gain her trust, I took a bite from my plate and even tasted a bit of hers. “It’s delicious!”
She finally settled in, her nerves on edge but keeping the smile. When she had the plate in front of her, she began to sniff it with curiosity, discovering perhaps for the first time that life could offer her something more than just serving a master.
According to the program’s instruction manual and the training I had received, my duty was to provide her with a special nourishment: a pre-packaged blend that had to be purchased at authorized stores and prepared strictly to her measurements.
However, what she had in front of her at that moment was not some processed kibble, but a prime cut of beef I had reserved for a special dinner. Truth be told, I had never had anyone to share it with, so I decided there would be no better occasion to use it than this.
She observed the piece with caution and looked back at me, visibly confused.
“Go ahead,” I urged her with a warm smile.
Finally, she accepted. She took the meat between her paws and began to eat with a greed that suggested she hadn’t tasted anything so real in a very long time. She nibbled with enthusiasm, holding the food firmly, until a genuine spark of life lit up her eyes. The special sauce I had prepared as a side seemed to have done the trick. She wagged her tail with a rhythmic motion and gave me a smile of authentic joy.
“It’s delicious, isn’t it?”
She watched me with such jubilee that I didn’t know whether to feel flattered or uneasy by the intensity of her reaction. According to the rules, she was supposed to keep her cortisol levels controlled, but I had no intention of dealing with a being that wasn’t in full possession of her faculties or that acted out of mere conditioning. It didn’t feel right to me.
She continued devouring her portion while I did the same with my plate. Nevertheless, I had left much more food in the center of the table. When she finished the meat, she let out a sigh of satisfaction and looked at the rest of the feast, falling silent as if she didn’t dare ask for more. My expression shifted as I spread my arms and added, “One of the rules of this house is that if there is food on the table, anyone can take it. Both me, and anyone else who lives here.”
Sylveon looked at me and lowered her gaze to the plates again. She would stay with me until the changes in her body became evident; until then, she would live under my roof. She would be my wife and, therefore, my absolute responsibility.
“If you don’t eat it, I will,” I joked, reaching my hand toward a piece of corn.
With a flash of mischief in her eyes, she lunged forward, using her paws and ribbons to hoard all the food within her reach. She gathered it all onto her plate with a vibrant energy until it formed a small mountain. She gazed at it with pride and, before I could even try to take a bite, she began to devour everything. She knocked a few kernels to the floor in her frenzy, but seeing her eat with such emotion that it even dampened her eyes brought a sincere smile to my face. It was worth it.
Even if that feast represented my entire month’s provisions, I only wanted to impress her. In the end, a completely satisfied Sylveon smiled at me after even emptying a glass of gelatin. Her face said it all: it had been the best banquet of her life.
I stayed leaning against the back of the chair for a while, toyed with the spoon between my fingers. The situation was starting to become more complex than it appeared on the official papers. Nearly five hours had passed since she woke up. Night had already fallen and my wife was, at last, sated.
However, there were nuances to this reality that continued to make me uncomfortable. I supposed that, despite being someone the Government chose precisely for not having a promising future, I didn’t feel good treating this beautiful creature like a simple laboratory object. If it weren’t for the tenderness emanating from her face, perhaps I wouldn’t have even worried so much. I shook those thoughts from my head.
I got up to clear the table. She followed me with her eyes and licked her plates until the last trace of sauce was gone. I laughed under my breath before taking the dishes to the sink. While I washed, I let out a sigh, suddenly feeling her approach to lick my leg. This time she wasn’t looking for my crotch; her eyes had that noble glow I saw when she arrived.
She smiled at me, and seeing her fur still ruffled and stained by the day’s commotion, I felt a knot in my stomach. She was truly beautiful, but seeing her dirty gave me a strange pang of guilt. I left the dishes and headed to the bathroom. I rested my hands on the edge of the sink and breathed deeply to calm myself. I didn’t want her to lose that smile again.
I prepared the bathtub, mixing hot and cold water until I found the perfect temperature, while debating which shampoo to use. Suddenly, a soft “syl” behind my back startled me. I fell back onto my ass, nearly hitting the toilet, and pointed to the water.
“I thought… you might need a bath. I don’t want some neighbor seeing you in this state and getting suspicious about… well, you know.”
She tilted her head, confused.
“Syyyl?”
She looked at the main tub, much larger, where I usually bathed. We stayed in silence for a moment, holding each other’s gaze.
“Do you prefer that one?” I asked.
She approached carefully and rested one of her paws on the edge of the large tub. Even though the water was a bit cooler, she stepped into it without hesitation. Then she looked at me, gave me a smile, and moved to the side, inviting me to occupy the space beside her.
“Syyyl…” she called to me with a vibrant sweetness, mimicking the gesture I had made at the table minutes before.
I swallowed hard and stepped closer. She was watching me with an expression of such genuine joy that I was forced to stop; I searched for any trace of programmed or forced behavior, but I found none. She was doing this because she truly wanted to. That nuance, subtle as it was, changed everything.
Once I stepped into the main bathtub, she began to tug at my pants insistently but with a disarming tenderness.
“What is it?” I asked, though her intention was clear. She let go of me for a moment only to pull the fabric again from the other end.
“Do you want to bathe together?”
She nodded immediately. It was amazing how well she managed to interpret human language. I looked at the small tub I had originally prepared and let out a sigh of surrender.
“Are you sure?”
She nodded again with total honesty. I had never bathed with any of my partners before… much less with a Pokémon. For me, bath time had always been a sacred ritual of solitude; a space I didn’t like to share. However, there was something about this Sylveon that made it impossible for me to deny her whims.
“All right, but no mischief,” I warned her, though I knew it was a lost battle.
I finished stripping off my clothes, leaving them on the toilet, and turned on the showerhead. As the water began to run, I worked up some lather. She didn’t wait a single second: she submerged herself with overflowing enthusiasm, shaking her fur and causing water to splash everywhere. She started jumping from side to side with so much energy that I went on high alert.
“Hey, be careful! You’re going to slip and…”
I didn’t manage to finish the sentence before bad luck made its appearance. Her paws lost their grip and she took a dangerous stumble. I reacted by instinct, lunging forward to intercept her fall. My hand cushioned the blow and her head ended up resting on my palm. I had caught her just in time.
In the heat of the movement, I ended up pinning her against the bottom of the tub. The shower stream hit me directly in the face, blinding me and making it difficult to breathe for a second. I sat up, shaking the water from my eyes, and placed her carefully back onto the non-slip surface.
I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to regain my calm. I hated sharing my personal space, but she wasn’t a stranger. She was my responsibility, my wife according to that contract… and she was incredibly beautiful. I couldn’t resist the depth of her gaze.
She approached timidly, noticing my tension. I sighed; I didn’t want her to feel guilty.
“It’s okay, it’s nothing. It’s just… it’s hard for me to get used to this. To humanizing you like this,” I confessed in a low voice. “I’ve never lived with a Pokémon, and my past relationships never lasted long enough. I’m not used to this closeness.”
Sylveon watched me with a mix of confusion and empathy. She rested her head under my hand and began to caress my shoulders with her sensory feelers. The vibrant purr that emanated from her chest was her way of apologizing or, perhaps, comforting me.
“You’re a mischievous one, that’s what you are.”
She rubbed against my leg, ignoring my admonition. The water kept falling over us, soaking her fur and outlining her shapes. Suddenly, I felt her muzzle approaching my crotch. With an electric delicacy, she ran her tongue over my cockhead.
“Syyyl…”
Before I could react, she trapped me in her mouth. I groaned softly, closing my eyes as my fingers sank into her head with affection. My member, responding to the heat and the expert suction, finished expanding inside her. She strained to engulf me completely, moving her lips with the same devotion she had shown before. Was this her way of making up for the mess? If so, I had no reason to complain.
I placed my hands on her ass cheeks and, taking advantage of the soap, began to clean her fur with circular motions. However, the temperature of the scene was rising too fast; the bath wouldn’t take long to become a chaos of fluids.
I matched her rhythm, thrusting into her mouth softly as she moved up and down, leaving me completely lubricated. The water slid down her body, giving her a wild and beautiful look. With eyes burning with desire, she watched me while she traced my outline with her tongue. Her ribbons didn’t stay still: they wrapped around my testicles and moved down toward my rear, pressing me to sink deeper into her. She was determined.
I gripped her ears firmly and pulled her toward me for one last push before withdrawing from her mouth. I lifted her carefully but with determination, positioning her against the tiled wall. I invited her to raise her hind legs and, without a word, I aligned my sex with her soaking femininity to possess her.
She let out a sharp moan. Her lips trembled and her eyelids were heavy under the effect of the pleasure and the water bouncing off my back. I stopped for a moment, allowing her to get used to the posture and the firmness of my penetration. My member throbbed inside her, claiming its place, but what I desired most at that moment was to see her face transform completely under the weight of satisfaction.
She weighed more than I had imagined. I felt my hands, despite my determination, occasionally slip against her wet skin; my nerves, usually made of steel, threatened to shatter at the thought of dropping her. I made sure to grip her with renewed firmness and took a deep breath, seeking to steady my pulse. I had her right in front of me, surrendered, her gaze heavy with a trust so absolute it made me wonder how she could be so certain my arms wouldn’t fail.
I slid a hand down her back to settle her better over my cock, feeling the scorching heat of her insides enveloping me. I began to move slowly, panting near her face, letting the hot air from my lungs hit her sensitive muzzle.
I sought her lips with mine in a careful kiss. She responded immediately, stroking my tongue with hers in a wet, lingering game. We stayed like that for a moment, in a silence broken only by the drumming of the water, while our tongues entwined with deliberation. My member, captive in her tightness, pulsed to the beat of my heart. I decided it was time to intensify the encounter; I held her tighter, pinning her to my body to begin a much deeper thrust.
With one hand firm against her ass cheeks and the other supporting her back, I drove into her with resolve. I felt her internal walls squeeze me, claiming every inch of my manhood. The pleasure wrung a dull groan from me. I noticed her nipples hardening, sensitive to the touch of the cold water filtering between our bodies. There was no reason to hesitate; I wanted her to enjoy every thrust as much as I did.
Joining our lips again, this time with an urgency charged with affection, I began to move with greater impetus. My cockhead brushed her center with every entry, causing her to let out small whimpers of delight. I moved down to her neck, sucking the delicate skin of her throat to stimulate her, while using my free hand to grip her tail. I pulled her toward me, gaining a better angle, and buried myself completely in a single stroke. The spasm of pleasure that racked her body was followed by a moan that spurred me to repeat the movement again and again.
My throat felt dry, but desire was a relentless engine. Her body seemed to grow lighter, as if she were trying to make my task easier, while her sensory ribbons tangled across my back, anchoring me to her. My lunges became more powerful; the rhythmic sound of our union competed with the roar of the shower.
“Syyyl…” she sighed, her voice breaking.
“I know, little one… I know.”
I gripped her tail and allowed it to coil around my member as I continued the motion. I was amazed by her ability to understand my desires and seek her own pleasure in the process. I adjusted my posture, guiding her against the tiled wall for better support. I sought her mouth again, savoring her interior with an almost religious devotion. I was at the limit; there was no turning back now. With a guttural growl, I buried myself in her to the hilt and finally overflowed.
Waves of heat flooded her interior. My fluids mingled with hers, staining my skin and getting lost in my pubic hair, while she pressed herself against me, panting with eyes clouded by the climax.
I held her under the stream of water for a moment, and she let out a playful squeak that made me smile. I turned off the shower and, without letting her go, sat down carefully on the floor of the tub, keeping her on my lap. She settled herself, sliding back down over my still-firm sex. I could see her expression of pure delight as I filled her once more, until I felt the ring of her internal musculature squeezing me with astonishing force.
I adjusted her gently, lifting and lowering her with a slow but steady rhythm. I moved with a deliberate elegance, enjoying my body’s own resilience for a second round. She showed no complaint; on the contrary, she seemed enchanted to be the center of my attention. Her ass and her fur were soaked, allowing for smooth, pleasurable friction.
I chuckled to myself seeing her exhausted face; she could barely open her eyes from the water still dripping from her eyelids. I leaned in to lick the excess moisture from her face and she, in response, did the same to my eyes. The tickling wrung a laugh from me.
I continued using her with a mixture of tenderness and lust. I gripped her hips to set the pace of her descents; I felt her femininity swallow me whole, as if it were a sanctuary made of flesh. Her moans were clearer now than the sound of the water that had surrounded us before.
“Syyyl,” she exhaled, as she began to raise and lower her hips on her own, taking the reins of our shared pleasure.
I swallowed hard and groaned a bit louder, the heat rising through my chest. I stayed still, hypnotized, while she rose and fell with care, moving her hips in a rhythm of her own. Her sex slid around me, warm and tight, swallowing me whole. First she would ascend almost to the tip, then descend slowly, grinding in small circles just as I had taught her, and then sink back down until her pelvis brushed mine, devouring me completely.
She did that several times, with a delicious concentration, until I couldn’t hold back any longer. I came inside her hard, flooding her with every hot spurt. She squeezed against me, trembling, absorbing every last drop while a low moan vibrated in her throat.
I smiled, still panting, and slowly stroked her soft fur. I grew pensive while she continued to rock gently over me, as if she didn’t want to let me go. I carefully separated her from my body. A thick string of semen spilled between us, marking our skin. She remained flushed, panting with her back slightly arched, shoulders back and chest heaving in an instinctively feline and sensual posture.
She climbed out of the tub to groom herself with more comfort, away from the water. I stayed a while longer, resting and enjoying the echo of the pleasure.
Then I realized we still needed to finish bathing. I sighed, turned the shower back on, and smiled as she looked back at me and began cleaning herself much faster, as if she knew the water was waiting for her too.
***
An hour later, her fur was completely fluffy and dry. Seeing her like that brought an inevitable smile to my face; she looked tender and adorable, like those canine Pokémon on television. I was certain that if I entered her into a contest, she would win without effort.
I dried her carefully with a towel, put on clean clothes, and made sure to leave the bathroom spotless, with no visible traces of our recent encounter. As I did, I stroked her with extreme delicacy. She moaned softly, feigning sensitivity, though perhaps she really was sensitive. I didn’t want to provoke her any further for the moment.
I straightened up the room and, when night fell, I made a space for her in my bed so she could sleep with me. I lay down, closed my eyes, and let out a long sigh. It had been a long day.
I felt her head rest upon my chest. I stroked her velvety ears and sighed again.
“I should give you a name, shouldn’t I…?”
I closed my eyes. I would think of one later. Or maybe not. I didn’t know if it was a good idea to get this attached. What I did know was that I wanted her to feel safe here, with me. I wanted to have her for a little while longer.
She settled over my chest and began to lick my neck gently, then my lips. Her happy attitude remained intact. I stroked her head and listened to her soft, deep purr.
“Do you want to watch some TV?”
She shook her head, rubbing against me.
I stayed silent for a moment, then lowered my face toward her neck and buried my fingers in her fur, ruffling it affectionately. She let out a tender little noise, almost like a cub. Utterly adorable.
I picked up her front paws and played with them, moving them gently from side to side.
“Do you always understand everything I say to you?”
She nodded slowly.
“Do you love me?”
She nodded immediately, faster this time. Her cheeks flushed a warmer shade beneath her fur.
“…Do you speak?”
She went quiet. Finally, she shook her head, opening her mouth as if trying to form something more than that usual “Syyl,” but she couldn’t manage it.
I sighed silently. Understanding her was going to be more complicated than I thought.
“Do you want to stay with me?”
I wondered how much they had explained to her about the government’s pregnancy system. She remained silent and stared at me fixedly. Then she looked away.
“You know I have to give you back when all this is over, right?”
She swallowed hard and looked elsewhere, as if she didn’t want to answer. She climbed off the bed and lay on the floor with care.
I couldn’t leave her there. I took her in my arms and brought her back up despite her slight resistance.
“Are you mad at me?”
“Syyl…” I heard a soft whine.
She pulled away again.
It seemed that understanding her would be more complicated than I imagined. I let out a long, drawn-out sigh, but I moved the pillow I had reserved for her closer and let her sleep on the floor if she preferred it that way. It didn’t matter how; I wanted her to feel at home.
And I would make sure of it.
***
The following days were simpler and sweeter.
I served her food before going to work and left everything ready for any of her needs. Every morning, upon waking, she would climb onto the bed, give me affectionate licks on the face, and then move down to my cock, taking it hungrily. She swallowed every last inch, sucking with dedication until I came in her mouth. Sometimes I took control, holding her head firmly while I thrust; other times she set the pace, moving up and down. I also discovered how much she enjoyed licking and sucking my balls.
Although we tried a couple of times, she didn’t like licking my anus. On the other hand, she loved it when I licked her deeply. After she came in my mouth one morning, she became addicted: from then on, she would usually press her vulva against my face after making me finish, seeking my tongue and lips impatiently. I breathed in her damp scent and drank her fluids, which already seemed to be flowing from the moment the day began.
Later, I took her tail and, moved by curiosity, explored her most intimate area with my tongue. She didn’t seem to mind, though she offered a slight, shy resistance at first. I couldn’t deny it: there was something there that sparked my interest, mainly because of that subtle, deep heat emanating from her.
However, I did not linger in that spot for long. Her vulva was what claimed all my attention; it secreted burning fluids, an intoxicating mixture of sweet and salty notes all at once. I began to savor them with greater devotion every morning, turning them into my favorite appetizer, a shared ritual where we both surrendered to each other like the couple we were beginning to become.
After those moments, silence fell over the house. I had to leave for the office, a grey place where no one suspected my secret. Although the remote possibility existed that others were in the same government program as I was, I preferred not to risk it. I maintained a facade of absolute professionalism, conversing with my colleagues with a rehearsed normalcy so as not to raise suspicions. At the very least, the stipend I received from the government for this “experiment” was a generous bonus that allowed me to afford certain additional luxuries.
I remember that once, while browsing in an electronics store, I passed in front of a jewelry shop. A diamond, displayed under the spotlights, caught my eye for a second. I blinked, shaking the idea from my head, and went on my way. It was not the time to think about that… yet.
The nights grew warmer when I finally returned home, leaving work worries behind. I made sure not to bring the stress of the office into our bed; I didn’t want my new wife to carry the weight of my tensions. Before, I used to drink with my friends until late, but since Sylveon arrived in my life, that habit had vanished. Deep down, I didn’t even miss it; those outings only served to spend time with people who, in any case, had always pushed me aside.
My steps led me home and, upon entering, the soft and cheerful “Syl!” that greeted me was enough to dissipate the day’s exhaustion. I walked in without a word and she threw herself into my arms. However, that night, something was different.
A plate of food waited on the table. Around it, the living room was a picture of chaos: scraps and leftover ingredients dirtied every corner. The dish itself was something tiny and crude, but the effort in its preparation was obvious. Seeing Sylveon’s small, dirty paws, I understood the magnitude of the gesture. With an innocent smile and her fur splattered by the traces of the kitchen, she guided me toward the chair with one of her ribbons.
She sat beside me, watching me fixedly. The scent of the mess still floated in the air, I knew I would have to clean all of that up later, but amazement kept me mute. I wasn’t used to someone taking the trouble to cook for me. It was something special, almost sacred.
I identified several ingredients that I usually used; she had tried to imitate my own recipes. I looked into her eyes and found only a pure mixture of joy and expectation. It was clear she sought nothing other than my approval.
I opened my mouth and tried the first bite, internally praying to Arceus that it was edible. To my surprise, the flavor wasn’t bad at all. My eyes widened with genuine pleasure and I began to eat with more gusto. Noticing my reaction, she waved her ribbons with enthusiasm and ran to the kitchen to bring me a glass of orange juice. She nearly spilled it on the way and, as I took the container, I saw the rest of the liquid pour onto the floor, but I made no gesture of reproach. Fortunately, the government covered those damages if I sent the necessary photographic evidence.
I ate everything she offered me, but she, driven by emotion, kept preparing things. One dish, then another, and yet another. Some flavors were strange, but they all possessed a unique warmth that made my heart beat with an unusual force.
Seeing her pick up a knife to keep cutting, I stood up and placed a hand on her head, smiling at her with a mix of affection and concern.
“Now it’s my turn to cook for you,” I whispered.
“Syyyl!”
“It’s all right, I swear. It’s just that… if you get too tired now…” I stroked her forehead, letting my gaze grow deeper. “You won’t last long enough for everything I plan to do to you tonight.”
She blushed violently and dropped the knife to the floor. The clatter of metal against the ground made me wince by instinct, but I didn’t lose my smile. I went to the kitchen, took the mandatory photos for the report, and, after making a playful gesture to make her laugh, I began to cook amidst the disaster. The kitchen, despite the chaos, felt much more alive now.
I used what was left in the pantry to prepare her favorite dish. She tasted it delicately, savoring not just the food, but the promise of what would come after.
Sylveon finished licking the plate until it was spotless. I couldn’t help but smile at her enthusiasm, even though I knew the work was just beginning. After sending the email with the photographic evidence to the government, I set to work on the cleaning. She didn’t stay behind; armed with a rag, she began to scrub earnestly at the juice stains that had splashed the floor.
A comfortable silence settled between us as we worked in unison. I took care of the kitchen and she the living room. The sound of chairs moving and the echo of my shoes on the floor were the only things breaking the calm. Feeling her presence supporting me, even in such a mundane task, made me see that I was no longer alone in that refuge.
The taste of her food still lingered on my lips. No matter how indescribable the mixture had been, it tasted good; it tasted like home. For a moment, the thought of bragging about her culinary skills at the office crossed my mind, but I dismissed it immediately. To everyone there, I was just an ordinary bachelor. If I mentioned that someone was cooking for me, the gossips would start digging, and I couldn’t afford to put our secret at risk.
I watched Sylveon. She was meticulous, polishing away even the last trace of dirt on the floor. She possessed a sharp intelligence and an attention to detail that surprised me; I knew that with a little guidance, she could learn anything. Spotting the last dirty plate in the sink, I sighed and looked away.
Taking advantage of the fact that she was distracted, I pulled a wad of bills from my pocket. I counted it in silence, leaning against the kitchen counter. I looked at the clock and then the calendar. We had started sharing our intimacy barely a few weeks ago. According to the program’s management guide, a Sylveon’s gestation cycle was approximately one month. Although there were sometimes complications, the manual was clear: with a daily frequency, pregnancy would be inevitable within a maximum of two months.
I squeezed the money in my hand, listening to the crinkle of the paper, before tucking it away again. In that instant, my cell phone vibrated. It was an ad notification, one of those invasions of privacy that usually irritate me. However, this time it didn’t bother me. The screen showed an offer for the very same diamond I had seen in the jewelry store. I stood there contemplating it for a few seconds before saving the post. Perhaps it was a sign.
A few hours later, with the house finally spotless and my hands numb from the effort, I collapsed onto the sofa. Sylveon sat beside me and, with a tender gesture, showed me her front paws, complaining of exhaustion.
“How can your paws be tired if you always use your ribbons for everything?” I teased, tilting my head.
She stuck her tongue out at me and pointed toward the kitchen, making a series of frantic gestures that I couldn’t quite decipher.
“I see, I see,” I nodded, though I didn’t understand a thing.
She huffed, puffing out her cheeks with feigned indignation upon feeling that I wasn’t taking her seriously.
“So you prepared dinner using your paws?” I finally concluded.
She nodded, looking somewhat nervous to admit it. Without thinking much about it, I took her limbs in my hands and began to give her a soft massage. A blush invaded her face instantly; she opened her mouth in surprise while the heat of her embarrassment dyed her cheeks a deep red. I moved closer and rested my face against her pads, warm and damp from the effort.
“Syyyyyl!” she exclaimed, trying to pull them back, but I rubbed against them affectionately.
They were hot, and the exhaustion in her muscles was evident, but it was my responsibility to take care of her. I pulled back a little to look her in the eyes with a grin from ear to ear.
“Let me give you a massage, you deserve it.”
“Syl?”
“I promise, it’ll only be a moment. If you want, we can take turns afterward.”
I made a space for her on the sofa and she walked toward me to take refuge in my arms. I held her tight against my chest, feeling her heart beating hard.
“Hey…” I whispered, stroking her head.
“Syl?”
“I love you.”
She went still, looking at me with eyes that were starting to glaze over with emotion. After a silence heavy with meaning, she let out a soft, broken, “…Syl…”
“The food was delicious,” I continued. “Please, make me something tomorrow too.”
“S-syyl?!” Her eyes snapped wide, reflecting pure worry as she remembered the mess she had caused. It had probably taken her all day to prepare that single dish.
“Don’t worry, I’ll teach you.”
I took her paws again and joined them with my hands, sharing our warmth. I closed my eyes and kissed the small space that divided us, blowing a warm breath over her skin.
“Let me look after you like the husband I am… I want to make you happy and make you feel worthy of the title of wife that you have.”
She surrendered to the massage in silence. Her paws began to relax under the expert pressure of my fingers. I noticed that small callouses were starting to form, signs of her effort to please me. After a long while spent ensuring she was rested, she took my hands in hers.
My fingers were cramped; the office work, the endless writing, and the stress had me exhausted. She noticed it immediately. She knew that my weariness didn’t reside only in my hands, but in the deepest part of my being.
Sylveon placed her paws over my hands and, with a delicate movement, began to caress my fingers. The contact of her skin, almost miraculously soft, made me shiver immediately. I felt her ribbons wrap around my shoulders with a tenderness that finally tore down my defenses. I let out a jagged sigh, letting my mouth hang open in an expression of clumsy delight; for an instant, I felt as vulnerable and surrendered as a puppy. How embarrassing… moaning like that in front of my adorable wife.
She let out a crystalline giggle as she noticed my reaction. I tried to regain my composure, sticking my tongue out in a playful gesture to pretend everything was under control, but that only made her laughter increase. In the end, I couldn’t help but join her. That night, between shared caresses and laughter, I received the best massage of my life.
When exhaustion finally overcame us, we slumped back on the sofa. We threw our heads back, like two castaways satisfied with life, while our hands sought each other out in lazy caresses. I pulled her against my chest and began to stroke her long ears. She let out a small moan of satisfaction and turned so that we were face to face.
Her eyes blinked softly, and she pressed a little closer against me, seeking my warmth.
“Sylveon,” I whispered.
She closed her eyes and closed the distance between us. In that refuge of solitude we had built, I felt her lips seeking mine. I stroked her head with an almost sacred devotion, wanting to convey all the affection overflowing from my chest. I returned the gesture, joining my lips to hers in a slow graze, suspended just inches away from total surrender.
“Sylveon… I…” My upper lip brushed hers, sending an electric spark down my spine. “I want to officially marry you.”
A deathly silence flooded the room.
I felt her warm breath halt half a centimeter from my mouth. She froze, her eyes first closed and then snapped wide open, fixed on mine. I swallowed hard, feeling the weight of my words. Her gaze was no longer joyful; she was confused, clouded by a deep, gnawing worry.
What was she afraid of? I couldn’t understand it, but seeing her face twisted with nervousness led me to a single, bitter conclusion.
“Is it… because of something the government told you?”
She turned her head away in a reflex action. She refused to answer, or perhaps she had been taught all too well to keep her mouth shut.
I remained silent to allow her to calm down. She began to breathe heavily, as if painful memories were assaulting her mind. For an instant, the withdrawn Sylveon who had refused to sleep in my bed at the beginning had returned. I didn’t pressure her; I simply stayed there by her side, letting my presence be her anchor while I made small noises with my hands to distract her. Finally, she looked back at me. I tilted my head, showing her I was there only for her.
“Do you… have to go back to that place they brought you from? Is it mandatory?”
She swallowed with difficulty and gave a slight nod. There were no explanations, but none were needed. To what extent was the government using these Pokémon for their repopulation plan? A dull rage surged through me, which I hid by carefully stroking her ears.
“And do you want to go back there?” I asked, drawing her closer.
Her eyes went wide as saucers, only to soften into an expression of absolute sadness. Her gaze fell, defeated.
“I don’t want you to go back,” I declared. I couldn’t hold the words back; I took her hands and forced her to look at me. “And I mean it.”
“S-syyl…” Her mouth began to tremble.
“You’ve completely changed my life since you arrived, and I want it to stay this way. I want you to be my wife, for real, please.”
She listened with vibrant attention, her ears pricked. I had learned to read her body language, and I knew my words were hitting home.
“I don’t know what they’ve drilled into you, and even if we can’t speak with words, I understand you perfectly. That’s why… I want us to raise the egg together if you get pregnant. I don’t want to lose you.”
I lowered my head as I spoke the last words, overwhelmed by the possibility that our time might be limited. She remained silent, but I felt one of her ribbons begin to stroke my hair in a comforting gesture.
“Syyl…”
I knew the reality of the contract I had signed. They had chosen me because my profile was “useful” and met the conditions of their project. I was the perfect subject, which meant I was someone who, in theory, wouldn’t have the power to oppose their wishes. Perhaps they had made sure she knew that, to prevent her from getting her hopes up. I don’t have a fortune, or influence… I’m just another citizen facing the entire machinery of the State. If they decided to take her, I would lose her even if we tried to run.
I clenched my fists and looked up, locking my eyes with hers. I wouldn’t look down again. I had already made my decision.
“No matter what… I swear: I’m going to make sure you stay with me if that’s what you want. I’ll find a way, whatever the cost. I just need to know if you want it too. If you want to leave once the egg is born, I’ll accept it… but if deep down you want to stay by my side, I’ll move heaven and earth for us.”
She trembled, and in her gaze I saw, for the first time, the spark of hope fighting against fear.
Finally, she looked up. Her eyes, clouded by a suffocating worry, met mine. I took her paws firmly, wanting to transmit all the confidence I had left.
“Trust me,” I asked her.
Tears began to overflow, shimmering like crystals on her cheeks.
“Trust… your husband.”
The silence that followed gave my words a resonant strength. I looked at her without wavering, with the determination of a man who knows he cannot afford to fail. She scrutinized my face, searching for a crack in my confidence, and finding none, she gave me a tremulous smile, held back by fear but driven by love.
I nodded to myself. I knew exactly what I had to do.
That night I took Sylveon to bed. We stayed for a long time in an expectant silence, sharing the same air. Although desire throbbed between us, we decided to simply sleep together. There were no erotic caresses this time; only the comforting contact of our bodies sheltered in one another. I held her against my chest, sighing as my hand rested on her belly. I squeezed my eyes shut, saving that moment like a treasure before the storm.
***
Two months had passed.
It was enough time for that which I feared most, and yet most anticipated, to occur. One day, Sylveon left something on the bed that left me speechless. For a moment, due to my human ignorance, I thought I would see her belly grow, but Pokémon physiology wasn’t going to change so suddenly, not even with a hybrid child in the mix.
What rested upon our sheets was a Pokémon egg.
I stood mute, processing the image, until finally I stroked it. She approached cautiously and joined her touch to mine. The egg radiated a comfortable heat, vibrant and full of life. It didn’t move much, but every now and then it emitted a subtle jerk. I felt a shiver run down my spine noticing that life pulsing between us.
Sylveon watched me as I murmured nonsense while trying to calm myself. I, who believed I had nerves of steel, felt myself trembling: my child was in this world. It was only a matter of time before it hatched.
Or at least, that’s how it would be in a normal case.
I had to report the birth to the government. If I didn’t, they would come to take it away. I could have tried to run, but Sylveon carried a tracking chip; physical escape was a suicidal fantasy. However, I had charted a different path. A plan based on sacrifice.
I sold everything. My consoles, my television, even memories of past relationships that no longer meant a thing. I sold my computer and resigned myself to working overtime at the company. I sold my clothes and, finally, I sold my dignity, begging my boss for any additional task, no matter how miserable. I survived on early mornings and instant noodles; if it weren’t for Sylveon’s support and her care, I would have broken.
But now, finally, I had enough money.
Leaving the room, I gazed at the empty living room. Nothing remained, save for a letter from the government that took me by surprise and a package I had been anxiously awaiting. The letter was a cold notification: they had become aware of Sylveon’s condition, probably through the biological monitoring of her chip. They were only waiting for my confirmation to proceed with the “collection.”
I looked at Sylveon and opened the package. She transported the egg with her ribbons, depositing it delicately on the table inside a basket I had prepared for her. She looked at me seriously; she knew this was the decisive moment.
I pulled a document from the package. The government letter lay beside it, but the paper I held was the one that would change our destiny.
Emilia, my Sylveon, had been successfully registered as a human.
I know it sounds like bureaucratic madness, but I found a legal loophole after weeks of exhaustive research. With that document, Sylveon ceased to be a “test subject” or State property. If she refused to return, the government no longer had power over her. Officially, she had human rights!
I held up the validation certificate. I had to bribe many people and pay a fortune exceeding a hundred thousand dollars, but every cent was worth it. I looked at my wife. She was slow to react; her gaze froze, one of her ears twitched, and suddenly, her pupils dilated. Tears gushed uncontrollably and she lunged at me, knocking me back against the chair in a desperate embrace.
I squeezed the letter against my chest and closed my eyes, feeling the egg wobble slightly in its basket at the commotion. I let out a long sigh of relief, hugging her with all my might. No one could separate us now.
I still had to learn how to raise a child, and the house was empty, but with her by my side, I felt I could achieve anything. I looked at my partner and nodded. I took the government notification, drew a giant “X” over the warning announcement, and on the blank reverse side, I wrote a message before taping it to the refrigerator, one of the few things I had kept.
“Right!” I exclaimed, raising my voice to break the last shred of tension. “Today we’re eating out!”
I tucked the legal document into a special folder and put it in the safest place in the house. Finally, after stroking Emilia’s head, we placed the egg in a padded wagon to take it with us.
The sheet taped to the refrigerator fluttered in the breeze. The sunlight, streaming through the window, illuminated the words written with a firm hand:
“I LOVE MY WIFE”
It was more than a phrase; it was the promise upon which I would build the rest of my life.
Bath sex YESSSSS