[b]This short story contains: Male human trainer, male feral Espeon Hypnosis/Dreaming Macro/Micro focus Humiliation[/b] ---------------------------- It was the old, familiar dream come alive once again. It always went the same way. He was alone, naked, unable to move as he stared ahead to his approaching antagonist - - a giant Espeon, smirking down at him from well over his height. His Espeon. Sort of. In this realm, the human trainer was more belonging to that pink cat than the reverse. There was nothing else to see, nobody else to see. They were in an endless void, and when he'd regained the ability to run and tried his hardest to flee, he never moved away from the big cat. The large Espeon grinned wide, held up a huge paw, swung it down with decisive force. Those soft pink pads smashed down atop of him, pinned him down. There was no pain, despite how he always expected it. Instead the heavy paw pressed down with impressive force, pinning the trainer with ease. He struggled, as he always did. Humiliation burned on his face. All of his strength, and a single paw denied him any resistance of merit. It was hard to tell how long the giant psychic cat held him down like that, savoring his uselessness. When the paw did raise, it took the human with it, held between digits that he could not break free of. Held up before those big kitty eyes, he met the Espeon's gaze with trepidation. He did not know how he was going to be used this time, only that he would most certainly be used. Apparently Espeon had a simpler mindset tonight. Plopping onto his haunches, the pink paw moved down, and the trainer found himself staring at the cat's massive erect rod. There was nothing he'd be able to do to that length at his size, even if he'd wanted to. Perhaps that was part of the humiliation of it all. To Espeon, he was just a plaything, a toy. And being used like one, the big paw smushed his trainer's body against his cock and began to stroke with a pleasant little purr, grinding his master's body all along the long length. Powerless to resist, yet always trying to nonetheless, he squirmed and groaned, pushed to the member with no small force on the cat's part. Pre drooled from its tip, smearing all over the human's body in a wet and heavily scented fashion, his nose filled with psychic cat musk. The warm dick slid smoothly against his skin with every stroke of the paw, and when he slid too smoothly, the cat lowered him to press offendingly to twin fuzzy balls - drying his skin and subjecting him to an even stronger male scent he could not ignore. Then back to the strokes he went, struggling uselessly all the while. He did not speak, did not try to command his pet to stop. He could not summon the words to even try. Just the thought alone of wanting to try made the big Espeon snicker down at him, at his powerless and useless human trainer. Just when he thought this treatment couldn't be more humiliating, the cat flopped him down onto the ground - his muscles refused to rise, to obey his urge to flee as the cat crouched over him and draped the human with his cock. Sudden thrusts broke out, his weak body grinded down against the unseen floor by the huge rod pushing down on him from above, musk-laden shaft sliding smoothly against his wet body. The occasional heavier thrust dragged the twin giant balls along instead, his form hidden entirely under them every time. All the while he tried to rise, to run, to call out and discipline his unruly pet. He was met with nothing more than utter failure. How long he was used and played with became hard to track. His Espeon played with him tirelessly, malevolently, enjoying every second he had to make a mockery of his master. His utterly helpless, useless, weak master, nothing more than a source of pleasure and silly fun for the big Pokemon. Just as he began to wonder if he'd be here for an eternity, the cat paused above him, the entirety of that massive throbbing dick in sight. It was obvious what was about to occur. Paralyzed on the ground, drenched in pre, soaked in his Espeon's scent, unable to close his eyes, he watched in horror as his pet aimed the pulsing pink cock right at him, stroke in fervor, the big cat licking his lips in eagerness as he fired that first thick and giant rope of seed, flying like a bullet to utterly cover and erase him in a big sticky mess, never to be seen again - ... the trainer woke in a cold sweat. Inwardly cursing, he could see the usual treatment of that unpleasant dream. A stain in his boxers and a faint afterglow-like haze in his mind made it clear how his body had responded to the 'nightmare', even if he hadn't felt it. And crouched next to him, nosing the stain of cum in those boxers, was the perpretator himself - his Espeon, normally sized in reality, grinning wickedly at him with a sticky mess of his own to see on the bedsheets underneath the slowly receding pink kittydick. "You fucker," he swore, tempted to strike in some way now that he was able, to punish his pet... but the fear of the next nightmare being worse than the last always stayed his hand, so to speak. Instead he shuffled to the bathroom to clean up, ignoring his pet's amused mewing behind him, once more pondering the idea of getting rid of him to a daycare or the wilderness somewhere. As always, the thought didn't last. He wasn't entirely sure why. He certainly wasn't going to consider the possibilty that he kinda liked having those dreams. That would be ridiculous. He didn't consider it while grabbing a fresh bedsheet and clean towel on his way back to bed, having several of each on standby... which in its own way said more than enough. One changed sheet and one toweled-off cat later, along with a fresh pair of boxers, he was back in bed, the Espeon snuggling up to his chest and endearlingly purring in his master's arm hugging around him. The trainer gave him one last look before closing his eyes. "Fucker." The Espeon purred.