(Part 0: Prologue)

The world of Pokemon is vast and expands more and more every single day! But no pokemon has ever achieved more in its lifespan than the Evolution Pokemon, Eevee. So many different evolutions… But which one was the best of them all? In the Kalos region, where hordes of Pokemon were more common, an entire nest full of Eevee were having this same thought. They decided upon a competition and hired several pokemon over several years’ worth of preparation for the first ever Eevee Snuff-volution Tournament, held at the Lumiose City Landfill! 


The arena for the battle royale was themed around a centralized main platform that split off into eight distinct starting areas for each of the pokemon. The entire arena was located inside a pit about 50 feet deep, dug out and abandoned long ago. In the middle of the main platform was a crudely built gallows, a rope made out of String Shot from all the bugs around snugly attached to the neck of the unfortunate Eevee who was the last in their group to evolve. They had a little bet beforehand that the last to evolve would be hanged instead, and they’d be called ‘Aireon’ as a joke.


One of each of the Eeveelutions had lined up at the raised starting platform where the tournament would take place. The two males, Jolteon and Flareon, were picking out who they would target first. Sole Hermaphrodite Umbreon was busy making a nasty plot in her head. The rest of the contenders were female. Lazy Glaceon didn’t actually want to fight, and was laying down on the platform for a quick nap. Leafeon stood stern and serious. She seemed to be staring through Sylveon, who seemed distracted by the others. When their eyes met, Sylveon barked out a happy mewl, but Leafeon didn’t respond. Vaporeon stared at Flareon, knowing he would be her best chance at an easy win. Finally, Espeon was using her mind reading powers on everyone she could, threading through their thoughts to see where everyone was headed. Umbreon was the only one she couldn’t get through to, so she resolved to just avoid the threatening dark type.


The rules were simple: once the signal was given, each one of the fighters would drop down several feet through makeshift slides made from old, unused pipes into their designated sections and have to find and battle the others for victory. Any underhanded tactic could be used as long as you didn’t leave the area until you were the last one standing. There were bird Pokemon in the trees outside watching the perimeter so nothing got in or out before it was time.


Shakily, the noose-bound Eevee stepped forth onto the gallows, anxiously testing the waters with a paw and reluctant to step off the platform to signal the start of the match. Nobody amongst the Eeveelutions noticed, they were all too busy staring each other down. It wasn’t until the tension grew to a head that Espeon made the first move. She quickly stared up at the Eevee to see what was taking so long, and used her psychic abilities to pull on the little feral’s leg hard. Eevee slipped off the platform with a cute little scream; ‘Vee-echk!’, and her limbs began to dangle and flail in the rope. 
The entire gallows creaked under the force of her foxy little kicking, her paws reaching up to her throat to try and claw through the strong rope. Sylveon became totally enraptured by the dancing Eevee, the way the girl’s pussy glistened in the morning sun as an odd arousal overtook her body. The morbid show made her dripping wet. By now, Umbreon, Glaceon, and Jolteon had already left. 


Flareon dove down and Vaporeon immediately followed suit, taking her chance while she could still track him. Espeon uses her psychic powers to fling Glaceon into her side of the pit with a roll of her eyes, listening for the dull ‘thud’, but Glaceon prepared for something like that, the soft ‘pap’ of a convenient pillow cushioning her fall.


Three and a half minutes had passed. Eevee’s tongue protrudes from her mouth beyond her control, forced out of her crushed throat as her limbs, now a purplish color at the extremities, have stopped kicking and started an asphyxiated twitching. The brown-furred mon’s eyes rolled into her head, and her chest subconsciously heaved for air it wasn’t getting… then, it stopped. She shuddered, and her chest stopped, and she was still, aside from the swinging. Everyone but Leafeon and Sylveon had left to begin fighting. There was a loud splashing, pattering, liquid noise as Eevee’s bladder relaxed itself, which was supposed to be the actual signal to start, and Leafeon uses her Leaf Blades to cut down the Eevee and let her limp body land in the puddle of her own urine. She landed with her jiggling ass facing Sylveon so she could watch Eevee void her bladder to completion. 


Leafeon left the platform to start the match, simply assuming Sylveon would do the same… but Sylveon slowly crept forwards, poking the dead Eevee, arousal flush on her face. She used her ribbons to move and manipulate the corpse, making it do all sorts of things like using her purplish, cooling tongue to lick her slit, humming and singing and cuddling up to her cooling body, and grinding their wet slits together until at least one of them was driven to orgasm.


(Part 1: Fire and Water)


Flareon knew he was one of the least viable pokemon here competitively. He only had one real chance to win: Take out the biggest threat to him. He began to climb the outer walls of the pit for a greater vantage point to see where Vaporeon was: She was his greatest enemy here. Jolteon was also scaling the walls, but he was digging little holes in them to hide in. A bolt of lightning arcs from one of them into Glaceon’s pit, zapping her awake and frazzling her fur. She tanks it well, though, responding by putting up a huge wall of ice and getting off her fried pillow to groom herself. Flareon tries surveying more of the area, especially Vaporeon’s pit, but she’s not there.


Little did Flareon know, Vaporeon was traveling underneath them all, using her ability to melt into water to slither and crawl through drainage pipes to give her whole access to the entire arena. Flareon didn’t even see the hydro pump coming until he was blasted off the wall. He fell hard to the ground, kicking up a dust cloud. Vaporeon thought that would be the end of it and turned around just as Flareon leaps out of the cloud and uses a flaming tackle to jump Vaporeon, biting down into her midsection. The water eeveelution screams out a pained cry, but it’s Flareon that’s surprised as steam starts rising up from his fire-coated fangs. He didn’t see her ability to melt into water, nor did he expect her to fake him out and just take the hit. He tries to leap away, but his back legs are frozen to the floor.  He looks up just in time to see Vaporeon ice beaming him into place. 


Smirking, Vaporeon’s whole body wiggles like a liquid, and she presses her paws up against him. Flareon seems aroused by the display, blushing as he opens his mouth to try and flamethrower himself free from the ice. He’s met with a steamy kiss from Vaporeon, and his throat bulges as he attempts to swallow the deluge of water she hydro-pumps down into his lungs. After a few seconds, he’s scrambling about with his free paws, his cock fully exposed from the mixture of arousal and his hips scrambling to try and mate one last time out of some instinctual need. He eventually just falls forwards through Vaporeon’s liquid body with a wet splat, his cock dribbling out his cum onto the earth below them. He makes a few last gurgles as he clutches his throat, trying to cough out the water that spells his doom.


(Part 2: Conducting oneself properly)


Vaporeon is just about to leave when a barrage of seeds rockets into the ground beside her like a minigun. With precision accuracy, one of the seeds smacks Vaporeon straight in the head, knocking her back as it passes through her liquid body. She ragdolls out with her ass jiggling as she hits the ground, seemingly dead for now from the direct headshot. Leafeon enters, landing beside Flareon’s body. He’s still alive in there, smoke rising from his lips. The stern-looking grass-type growls, seemingly disappointed with the indirect method of killing someone. 

She stands in front of Flareon and turns his head up to look at her, spitting out bullet seeds directly into his skull that rattle around and scramble his brains. He goes cross-eyed and derpy, his body shaking violently. Piss rockets from his cock as his tailhole twitches violently, clutching at the air. He slumps down completely, his ass still raised because his back legs were stuck from the ice. Sighing, Leafeon turns around to finish off Vaporeon, who… has vanished. The bullet seed hit her in the head, but her watery body saved her from a critical brain-destroying hit at the last second. The weakened water type crawls out over the barrier into Jolteon’s arena, barely able to keep herself in either a liquid or a solid state.

Jolteon suddenly lands in front of her, scaring her with lightning bolts that surround her in an electric cage. He just stands there dominantly and barks for her surrender, either unaware or unwanting to kill her outright. In her cornered state, however, she only responds by firing a hydro pump directly at his face. Time slows down for Jolteon as he quick-attacks around the huge burst of water, then dashes right up to her face. Her eyes widen as he presses his paws onto her stomach and sends hundreds of thousands of volts into her body. She spasms, her tongue flying out of her mouth from the shock. Her body is unable to keep up its liquid state and re-solidifies just in time for her eyes to roll back into her head, her arms going limp and twitching about on the floor even as Jolteon lifts his paws back up.


The yellow demon stays there just to watch her hard stream of piss soak the floor beneath them, his paws pressing back down on her stomach just to force her to pee harder. Some sort of sadistic quirk made him smile at this, the power he gained from killing. He needed to do it again. He had a massive erection. If he did it again, he’d go over the edge. Just looking at her slack face, her drooling tongue, the puddle of piss between her legs, lifting up one of her legs just to watch it limply fall back again, the rippling of her ass cheeks, was almost enough to do it for him alone. He spent some time fascinated by how she would jiggle and her pussy and ass would twitch every time he poured some electricity into her conductive body, giving her several death-gasms before he was satisfied.


(Part 3: Darkness and Light)


The moment Espeon landed into the Eevolution Snuff Arena, she was filled with dread. She began arming herself, building up huge walls. Jolteon was the biggest threat, with the unreadable Umbreon a close second. She heard Flareon’s mental death cries, felt Vaporeon’s body twitching without even seeing it. The thing that scared her the most? The wild, voracious lust that overcame them in the moments before their deaths. She didn’t want to like this. She didn’t want her whole life to culminate in one loud ‘pop’ just for her to feel more pleasure and warmth than ever before. She was going to live. She was going to rip apart these sheet metal pieces using her psychic powers and make armor for herself, make bullets out of the shards. She needed a place to hide. Maybe one of the others had an idea.


Glaceon, on the far side of the arena, yawned as she cuddled up to Flareon’s body. Nobody was going to expect her to hide under a corpse… and Flareon, contrary to how he was in life, was now so cool underneath. Even made a nice puddle for her to splash in. She giggled and pressed up to Flareon’s cool fur, making a blanket and a pillow out of him. She fell asleep in seconds. Now that Flareon is out of the competition, Glaceon is a strong contender to win, if she just gave it the effort. She did have a point, though. Nobody would come back to the corpses if there was still a battle raging on. It was her safest bet, too. She slowly crept through Vaporeon’s unused arena, using Light Screens to make a sort of cover for her. She tried to creep invisibly through to Glaceon’s sleeping body, sighing with relief when she made it. Glaceon was still sleeping under Flareon, nuzzled up to him. A perfect test.


A shard of metal lifted up slowly coated in shimmering psychic energy as Espeon aimed carefully. Glaceon opened her eyes and purred, forgetting for a second that there was a tournament going on. She smiled up at Espeon, whose focused glare alarmed her enough for her eyes to widen. The impact hit her chest first as she tried to get up, knocking her back over Flareon’s body like a shotgun blast. Espeon gasped as Glaceon made a pained yelp, opened her mouth to scream, but all that came out was a high-pitched ‘Eee-’ before the metal bolt pierced through her skull. Her death piss froze as it traveled down Flareon’s fur, her mouth relaxed, and aside from some last twitches and a shuddering, raspy puff of frozen air, Glaceon went still back to sleep. Espeon was livid. Another pang of lust. That wasn’t piss, that was another orgasm. They’re all loving it. She didn’t know why, and not knowing confused her.


Confused her long enough to watch her light screen just barely deflect a thunderbolt, the raw plasma searing the fur behind her ear as it was diverted from its direct course toward the back of her head. Shocked, she turned to see a fierce, livid Jolteon barking a challenge at her. How dare she take his kill? He didn’t get to see Glaceon twitch. He wouldn’t get to play with her body. 
But Espeon’s might be fun to watch. She retaliated while screaming, her eyes glowing a powerful white glow as nearly invisible metal bullets flew through the air towards him. Time slowed down again for Jolteon as he activated a Quick Attack, but he could only dodge, his muscles barely able to react to the onslaught of bullets. He tried to charge his thunderbolt, but a sniper shot would embed the wall where he stood before he could aim. It was as if she knew where he was going to land and fired there in advance, the only reason he could dodge was because his speed beat her reflexes. He kept dodging, bouncing off the walls as she retreated, screaming, afraid of him. She would run out of bullets sometime.


She wouldn’t get the chance to run out.


From out of nowhere, a huge, massive surge of blackness crashes down atop Espeon, getting through her light screen. The unpredictable, unreadable Umbreon had finally decided to put her plan into motion. Using her Double Team skill, she created multiple clones of herself, and because she was a herm, each one would either have a penis, a vagina, or both. She was going to win with sheer numbers, an army of darkness that had already taken over Vaporeon’s area.


Espeon tried to claw her way out because her psychic powers wouldn’t do a thing to the jet black dog. Jolteon just stood there and watched, catching his breath, as the dogs stripped Espeon down out of her armor with their teeth, the original Umbreon mounted her from behind and began to slam their hips together.  Espeon tried to shoot her psychic bullets out, actually hitting one of the clones square in the head. Its legs folded in on itself, giving Jolteon a show as her tail raised up high and stuck straight out, and then she just collapsed limply onto the ground, her ass jiggling and twerking as she tried to stand up only to fall onto dying limbs. Of course, it was only a clone, so its death didn’t matter, and Umbreon’s clones could also use Double Team. Every second, they duplicated. 


A male clone stood over his recently deceased partner and lined up his cock to Espeon’s face, making a soft squishing noise as he pressed up against her eye. She screamed out as his cock stirred up her brain, her psychic powers dropping instantly as she was lifted up out of the pile, spitroasted between the two cocks thrusting wildly into her. Her last thought, other than a bimbo-like comment about how these dirty Umbreon dicks are ruining her mind, how she’s going to die on cock? A last request that even Jolteon heard in his mind: “Harder…!” Then she convulsed wildly, expiring between the tide of Umbreon that started slowly advancing towards him. Her last, mind-numbed orgasm was the last thing she felt as her jaw went slack and just hung open in a permanent fucked-silly orgasmic expression.


(Part 4: Roaring Thunder- Inspired by the Kingdom Hearts 2 1000 Heartless battle.)


Any normal pokemon would be scared. A battle royale to the death, where you’re the only one standing against an army of clones, outnumbered thousands to one. Jolteon? Jolteon was harder than diamonds. Pre-cum was dripping from his lengthened shaft. This was all he had ever asked for. Limitless corpses waiting to be turned into his sex toys. Not to mention, he had a secret weapon of his own. As the tide of dogs approached, Espeon’s still-twitching body draped and dragged across the floor, attached to the knot of one of the clones, Jolteon’s quills stood on end. There was a whistle in the air, then suddenly three of the Umbreon clones flopped in on themselves, holes embedded in the front of their heads. 


The tide altogether stopped, sharing a hive-mind, as they watched the twitching corpses huddle up together and coat their crotches in their death urine, and as one more fell atop the body pile with a soft ‘plap’, they finally realized it: Jolteon learned Pin Missile. A bug type move, they were weak to it. In fact, this Jolteon was an all-out attacker, leaping into the pile in their confusion and using Double Kick to launch himself off their heads as they fell, dead before they hit the ground, from severe head trauma. Jolteon landed in the middle of them, the crowd dispersing and surrounding him as one by one, they charged at his rear in an attempt to pin him down. He reared back and launched a fierce double kick into her chin, her neck snapping as she landed with a dull thud between his thighs, her head noodly and bent at a weird angle without an intact spine to support it.


One by one, more charged forwards, Jolteon launching a savage pin missile into the heads of ten more, then using Thunderbolt to turn another twelve into a floppy carpet of twitching limbs, some of them scrambling over each other only to realize they’re already dead and flopping down into a pile, a heap atop one another. 


Jolteon was already at the edge, and he began to stroke himself with a paw the more he killed, one of the Umbreon clones taking the opportunity to try and bite him. Jolteon’s reflexes sent the world into slow motion as he quick-attacked, jumping onto her back and wrapping his front paws around her neck, her head twisting around to watch him, only for him to pull her neck further than it should have rotated. With a snap, she crumpled, and Jolteon took the opportunity to stuff her pussy full of his seed.
Even his dick was electrified from the static alone, Forcing her body to jump and twitch and clamp down onto his knot to milk the seed from him as her eyes slowly rolled back into her head. Another Umbreon attempted to tackle him and sandwich him between them, and with a huge electric jolt, the dead female’s legs kicked out wildly, smacking him in the head and knocking him out cold. Jolteon was getting hard again just from all these in-combat experiments, the thrill of it all. None of them could beat him. He was the best Eeveelution there was- That is, until one of them landed a Faint Attack. Of course, it wasn’t their job to be the best or overpower him. If they kept landing little bites, little hits, they’d wear out his stamina. In a bout of post-orgasm clarity, he knew he had to end this now before they got to be too big a problem. 


Tossing the dead, cum-filled Umbreon’s twitchy corpse into the crowd, he began firing Thunderbolts into a wide area, taking out dozens of them. His pin missiles gunned down even more, like a gatling gun that kept replenishing its ammo the more quills he had. Floppy body after limp corpse piled atop one another, creating a wall Jolteon would have to climb out of. The clones were climbing atop it, their paws wet with death piss as some of the still convulsing bodies finally relaxed themselves. 


Jolteon grew an emotion he’d never seen before, further coupled by the splattering of blood coming from his right. Fear. Leafeon was approaching fast with her leaf blades, slicing through Umbreons left and right. Their heads rolled onto the ground and their bodies were left standing from her expertise in cutting, their corpses twitching and squirting out blood before falling in on themselves, the males’ bodies landing on their decapitated heads and their cocks slapping their own faces, wet with a last orgasm that coated their tongues so they could taste something salty-sweet before their world faded to black.


Jolteon needed to end this Now. He was saving a trump card for an occasion like this, however, leaping atop the huge body-pile of Umbreon clones into one of the higher-up holes in the wall he dug, where none of them could reach him. He charged up every remaining use of Thunderbolt he had in a spectacle that could rival a Z-move, a storm cloud appearing overhead as he shot every last remaining bit of his energy into a massive electrical storm that crashed down into the mess of Umbreons, frying over a hundred of them as the lightning arced between any unfortunate black canine that happened to be touching together, leaving behind a charred mess of black, twitching, hard-pissing corpses. Fortunately, they were already black in color, so they looked about the same, actually. Jolteon panted heavily, having put his all into that attack, and just as his eyes closed and he fainted, he saw more of the clones spawning, his heart sinking as his plan failed. He collapsed up in his little cubby hole, hoping they couldn’t reach him before he woke up to try again.

(Part 5: It’s Only Natural!)


Unsurprisingly, during all of this killing in the Eeveelution Snuff Tournament, Sylveon had never actually left the starting platform. There were no rules against that, and nobody was up there to stop her, but she didn’t care about anything. Not while she had the dead Eevee as her plaything. She was making a tea party with the body, propping her up against the gallows where she hung and laughing to herself like the corpse was a doll. She forced herself upon it, grinding herself against the Eevee’s unmoving face, then commenting in Sylveon language about how cold she was, and then rubbing her insatiable lust against the body just to ‘keep them warm’.


But nobody could ignore that. A humongous Thunder attack crashes down with a deafening crackle into the pit. Sylveon looked up from her humping activities in surprise to see Leafeon climbing up a mountain of charred, headshot, or otherwise twitchy bodies towards Jolteon’s sleeping form. Scrambling up the cliffside, the grassy girl made the leap, now standing over Jolteon with her leaf blades at his throat. Sylveon squints, remembering how cold that mean old Leafeon was. If only she could enjoy a body as much as Syl did. Wait. Maybe she could. Looking down at Eevee, she summoned all the love and lust she had in her and manifested it in a floating pink heart that slowly moved towards the cave entrance, smacking Leafeon right in the butt as it was absorbed by her.


Leafeon yelped and looked around to see what happened, then as soon as she turned back, all she could see was Jolteon’s cock, still throbbing. He must have been having a really good dream… She had always wondered what a male would feel like inside her, even to the point at which she had used her nature powers to create wooden dildos for her to use. But this one was a real, fleshy, powerful, musky male cock. She kinda just surrendered to it. If she killed him, it would go limp, right? It was only natural, right? It’s only natural to need to mate. 


Leafeon first moves her face between his thighs, just to take a whiff of him. She licks his manhood, pressing a paw against his sheath and drawing slow circles around it. She cups his heavy balls, oh what a poor creature to be burdened with so much semen! She would take his seed and, when she won this, would teach their pups the true virtues of nature. She climbs around Jolteon’s hips and straddles him, giggling and blushing as she lowers herself onto his length with a moaning howl. Her hips couldn’t ride his cock fast enough, her moans screaming out her adoration and worship for his shaft. All the while, he stayed fast asleep, passed out completely from exhaustion, but he did twitch and raise his paws in response. Leafeon responded by pinning him down and taking charge, her wet slit coating him in her juices. 


Sylveon smiled at her efforts, having found something more interesting than an Eevee’s rigid corpse to watch for a little while. She moved her plaything underneath her and forced Eevee’s unblinking eyes to watch Leafeon degrade herself as the Umbreon clones began to plan again. They started standing atop one another’s shoulders, working together to use the pile of corpses to build a staircase leading up to Leafeon and Jolteon. The two strongest contenders left, immobilized in lust? It would be easy pickings, and then nobody was left! Umbreon would be the strongest. 


The first black-furred clone latched onto the cliffside, pulling herself up slowly. She lunged for Leafeon’s throat, only to get a Leaf Blade to the throat herself. Leafeon couldn’t pull herself away from this cock, and there was no way she was going to let this underhanded trickster take her precious, hard, warm meat-stick from her. The Umbreon stared at the hot blood running down her chest and then looked back up just in time to let out one last gurgle and fall atop Jolteon’s face. Her piss started to dribble down his chin, and Leafeon threw her off to the side of the cave wall. If Jolteon woke up, this was all over. She had to keep him safe so she could- she could… 


She could cum again…! Again, and again, and again atop him! Her orgasm rocked her body hard, her cunt squeezing down onto his shaft as her whole body doubled over, her legs buckled. She couldn’t believe how great this was. Why had she never taken a mate? She needed more. Screw nature. All that is, was this wonderful dick. Umbreon clones began storming the cave, but Leafeon cut them down instantly, slashing across their bellies and stabbing one in the eye, never pulling her blade out until she felt the resistance leak out of their bodies. The males came hard as they died, coating Jolteon’s face in their semen. Was it as tasty as she thought? Leafeon bent down and licked up her mate, shuddering with pleasure. It was better than she thought. She gave favoritism to the male clones, sucking their seed from them as she put Bullet Seed holes into their heads, then throwing them to the side so she could ride Jolteon’s hard cock to orgasm again, milking him in his sleep only to ride him harder. Minutes passed like this, even Sylveon was starting to get horny watching it all. 


Of course, nothing lasts forever. Jolteon, covered in the fluids of death, woke up sputtering to find Leafeon riding him. He looked surprised, but slowly got into it. Then he turned to the side and saw the head of an Umbreon, stuck in a permanent orgasm-face, and remembered what this was. Leafeon gasped and swung her leaf blade down, but time stood still. Jolteon charged all the energy he had into one last pelvic thrust, shooting a huge thunderbolt through Leafeon that took her muscles’ control from her. The blade slammed into the ground, cleaving a whole part of the cave out as Leafeon crashes into Jolteon’s body, her pussy spasming and clenching down hard atop him. 


Jolteon sighed, thinking she was dead at last, but electricity isn’t very effective to grass types. Imagine his surprise when Leafeon’s body sits up slowly, shuddering as she was, her vision blurry, and she presses her lips to his forehead for one last kiss. Jolteon perked up, his last words a confused ‘Jol…?’ as a bullet seed pierced through his skull. The Eeveelution with the most raw power of all of them, reduced to the same twitchy mess he was starting to get off to. His cock came hard, filling Leafeon’s womb with another hot load of semen, and she howled in pleasure as she rode his bucking body, her paws coming down to choke his throat simply because she thought it was hot. She left marks in his neck when she finally got up, her crotch dripping madly. She slowly left the cave to recover in her own area, tumbling down the piles of Umbreon bodies completely satisfied.


(Part 6: Sylveon69)


Sylveon howled with excitement from watching the show. She wanted to feel what Leafeon did there. It was finally time for her to join the match. There were only three eeveelutions left standing: Her, Umbreon, and Leafeon. Although, Sylveon wasn’t really in it to win. She only wanted one thing: To see that same Eevee-dance again. She wanted to asphyxiate people. Her fairy abilities made it easy to do so, too. She could summon ribbons that she could control to make nooses strong enough to lift Umbreons off the ground. She just calmly waltzed in and took up four clones, their swinging, airless bodies dancing for her enjoyment. They tried to bite her, throw Shadow Balls, some more clones tried to latch onto Sylveon to bite her and make her let go, but she sat there calmly and just took it.


Every time she got bit, she would slowly raise up her arm and kiss the back of the attacking Umbreon’s neck, her Draining Kiss stealing the energy from it. Then, she would move her paw to the top of its head and twist hard, snapping its severely weakened neck as effortlessly as ripping paper. She would turn and watch them crumple, their teeth sometimes hanging from her fully healed body as their body jumped and convulsed, slumping down to the side of her. The Umbreons in her ribbons gagged and coughed and wheezed, their kicking slowed. Sylveon would raise them up high as their limbs went limp, showering the crowd in their death urine and making them look up at the hanged bodies, that they might see her arousal. 


Some of the male and herm clones, instead of struggling in their asphyxiation, just gave up and started stroking themselves, pumping their hips and splashing their cock cream onto the dirt as they expired. It only inspired them to attack her more, to repeat the process again and again. They simply could not kill her, no matter what they did. By now, between Jolteon, Leafeon, and Sylveon, over 300 clones were dead. More clones were corpses laid in body piles or twitching with their throats crushed in Sylveon’s grip than were alive. 


Umbreon didn’t know how long she could keep it up, having to control each one individually. She would have to do this herself. She lunged out towards Sylveon, the main threat here, charging forwards to use Faint Attack. Her darkness-coated paw makes it inches from Sylveon’s face when suddenly… it hits one of her clones? No. The clone… shielded her?


Suddenly, more and more of the clones started surrounding the original, growling. Their eyes were coated in pink. Sylveon’s Cute Charm was making her own clones turn against her. By the time she realized that she was surrounded on all sides. The mind-controlled clones howled a battle cry, a bout of confusion sweeping amongst them all. None of the clones knew who was infatuated with Sylveon and who was loyal, so they all went at each other, snapping each other’s necks, falling atop one another, fucking each other and their corpses madly, only to get a Bullet Seed through their chests and skulls. Some of them had begun dangling from the legs of the strangling bodies caught in Sylveon’s ribbons, swinging from side to side until they heard a loud ‘crack’ and their heads were soaked in death piss.


The only thing that was for certain was that the Original knew who she was. If she could just kill Sylveon, this would all be over. She broke through the ranks of the mind-controlled slaves, aiming her fist at Sylveon once again, only to be blinded by a Dazzling Gleam from the fairy. Leafeon saw that clear as day and came running, crawling past headless bodies and leaf-blading her way past one clone after another, making wide green arcs with her blades that cut down four or five of them per swing. Their bodies stumbled from side to side until they smacked into one another, the headless Umbreons holding each other as they slumped down and pissed hard onto the ground. Leafeon deduced that the Umbreon attacking Sylveon was the original and fired off a heavy round of bullet seeds.


 Sylveon yelped in surprise and attempted to turn Umbreon around to make her look at what was happening, but she turned too hard and snapped the poor canine’s neck a full 180 degrees just in time for the bullets to rain into her body. Umbreon couldn’t feel any of them hit, she just felt herself get pushed forwards, and a warmth in her crotch as her cock spilled out cum over Sylveon’s thighs and feet. She sighed and fell over, covering Sylveon like a blanket. Sylveon kicked and tried to get Umbreon off, but then Leafeon would find her. Instead, she feigned her own death, trying to replicate Umbreon’s dying twitches as best as she could. She even pissed herself, her pussy and Umbreon’s lining up enticingly.


(Part 7: The Grand Finale)


Leafeon had done it. All the clones surrounding her and Sylveon just had their eyes roll up into their heads, their bodies twitched and fell into one another, drooling, loud ‘thump’ sounds echoing throughout the pit. Jiggling asses, twitching pussies and cocks, gurgling, and hot, sweet deathrattles from all of them as they fell, assuredly, one by one. Over 500 bodies in that relatively small pit. Leafeon had won. She slowly crept up towards Umbreon and Sylveon, placing a paw atop their bodies, and she shouted out a loud victory screech into the wind. She then turned around, panting heavily, her leaf blades finally able to be put away for a brief rest… Or so she thought. 


Suddenly, a brilliant light shone from behind her. She turned around to see Sylveon’s eyes glowing, screaming out a defeated cry as she was blinded by the Dazzling Gleam. She tried shooting Bullet Seeds randomly, her bullets smacking Umbreon’s body and making her corpse jiggle with each impact. Sylveon used her ribbons to pick up two of the Umbreon’s corpses and use their heads as battering rams, slamming their hard skulls into Leafeon’s and leaving her dizzy with the first hit, knocked out completely with the second. She just slumped over, leaving panting Sylveon all but the winner.


It took several painstaking minutes to get Leafeon up to the gallows where her Eevee plaything was waiting for her. Now, she had over 500 playthings to use! It was all her doing. Sylveon was the greatest Eeveelution, at least among this group. She was going to show Leafeon just how good it felt, in the same way Eevee had felt it. She used Eevee’s body as an anchor, laying atop her and wrapping the one end of the rope around her neck, the other end around Leafeon’s. The dazed grass-type awoke with a snort, holding her head. She was laid on her back, atop the starting platform somehow… Hadn’t she won? 


Leafeon looked around, then down, just in time to see Sylveon there. Sylveon’s smile, her dripping pussy, those were the last things she would see while alive. With a simple shove, she was pushed off the edge of the platform, the rope snagging against Eevee’s neck and snapping it properly under Leafeon’s weight. Leafeon dangled off the platform, her legs kicking madly. She saw Jolteon’s body in the cave, saddened she couldn’t have his pups. She stared down at the massive body pile of defeated Umbreon clones. Was this all the terrible power of Pokemon? Her last thought as the pain, the heat in her body slowly crept downwards into an immeasurably strong lust, was how she wanted to be choked just a little bit longer. Just a little longer, Jolteon…


Sylveon looked over the edge of the platform, watching Leafeon’s purplish face staring back up at her as it relaxed in the noose. One final spray of death piss that shot out like a misty dew over the bodies they made together. She got up and stepped back slowly, getting a running start as Eevee and Leafeon slid down off the platform and landed with a pair of soft thuds into the pile. She was going to make love to every single body in that pit… then she was going to leave here and show everyone just how much fun this was.