[I]I need a partner!

It’s not a very long dungeon but it’s really tough! The Primals here are so wild and rowdy, always looking to pick fights! There’s a really cool treasure for Eevees at the end of this mystery dungeon but it literally won’t let me enter solo. It’s got some requirement that I can only enter as a duo. I’m not really strong but the rumors about that treasure has me all excited to have it for myself! So please, oh please help me! I’m willing to put my entire savings on this!

Client: Eevee
Job type: Escort
Location: Veevee Battleground 5F
Rank: S
Reward: 12,000P
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Fennekin must’ve found a gold mine coming to this town. The jobs on the bulletin are simply stacked with big money prizes and the dungeon trek isn’t even that far! A 5 floor dungeon with a reward of 12,000 just to make it to the end? This was as simple as bringing the few Pure Seeds he has and they’d be at the fourth floor just like that. Find the stairs after and they’re at the dungeon’s end and the easiest 12,000 bucks of his life. Well Poké… not… it’s a figure of speech.

That was the plan when he’d met up with Eevee at the dungeon entrance and immediately he’d put it to work. He knew Eevee would be teleported to him when he climbed the stairs to the next floor so it was no worry of his if the little furball decided to go wandering aimlessly and get caught up in some trouble. He’d be safe and sound by time Fennekin reached the next floor. At least until they made it to floor 4, with him only having 3 Pure Seeds in his possession, the two would have to make the rest of the dungeon manually by foot. Eevee looked around the dungeon with eyes of wonder, like a kid to a candy store. The walls of the dungeon were carved into smooth tan marble with various crude drawings and depictions of Eevee and its evolutions here and there. The dungeon didn’t have a ceiling so they could look straight up to the artificial sky generated by the dungeon itself, currently a daytime setting that appeared to be around mid-afternoon with the sun’s positioning.

All of the open space made it easy to find the stairs in the distance, though it was guarded by a Flareon who didn’t look like a pushover. It’s deep growl as the two approached easily intimidated Eevee who started backing away a bit but stopped when he saw Fennekin still trudging forward, completely unfazed. The smirk on his face said all, he wasn’t afraid of some oversized fireball; fight fire with fire, as they say. “You think you’re tough shit, buddy?” Fennekin started, now standing right in front of the Flareon who crouched down in a battle stance, ready to pounce at any moment. “You’re just a few good shots away from being nothing but another tally mark on my victories.”

“Tough shit coming from a fox that looks like he’s taken more [B]loads[/B] than wins.” Flareon shot back with venom in his tone. Fennekin huffed, ignoring the shot fired at his massive ass. True as it may be, Fennekin would never see it that way. Those cumshots in his ass from his previous assailants? He’d outlasted them in being raped so that was just another way of claiming victory in battle to him. Who cares how it’s done as long as he’s the one standing in the end.

“Tough shit coming from someone who just looks like Eevee the sequel.” Fennekin snickered, firing shots back at Flareon’s entire species. Of all the eeveelutions, all 8 discovered forms of them, Flareon was the one that looked most like its pre-evolution, truly looking the most like a more grown up, larger sized Eevee going from the brown fur and creamy mane and bushy tail to a larger, orange-red furred body with creamy yellow mane and bushy tail. Flareon growled with fury in his eyes and jumped Fennekin without a second thought. Caught off guard by the sudden attack, the bubble butt male was easily pinned by the Primal who growled and slashed attacks at him, swiping, slapping, biting, Fennekin quickly moving his head out of the way of most attacks but unable to move enough to avoid the bite, resulting in a clamp right on his neck, getting a… sharp moan out of the male.

This didn’t deter Flareon, however, who continued to bite into his neck and press down against the pear shaped feral Fennekin who shook and tried to stop moaning out from having a sensitive neck, face going red when his squirming and struggling under the larger male resulted in their sheaths frequently brushing against each other, getting both males stirred up in the heat of battle. Eevee watched on in horror at the fight that broke out in front of him, the stairs completely unoccupied now. He could just run for the stairs and save Fennekin from this assault quickly going south but he was frozen with fear, staring in that mixture of horror with a touch of intrigue as he noticed Flareon and Fennekin’s sheaths starting to swell and arousal slowly peeking from their hiding place just to touch and brush one another.

Shivers started running up Fennekin’s spine feeling the contact of their rousing lengths and Flareon’s biting at his neck becoming a sort of rough nibbling that only stimulated him further. It was like he was trying to get the fox off or something when in reality, Flareon was trying to speak with a mouthful of Fennekin neck. He growled and his tongue occasionally flicked the fox’s neck, just more stimulation to the poor, moaning fire-type trembling with a full erection pressed up against Flareon’s own. By now, his struggling was more of a humping motion, frotting cocks with the male who let go of his neck and stared down at the Fennekin who had flustered anger on his face.

“G-get off, you weirdo! What the hell kinda fight is this!?” Despite Fennekin being the one thrusting and frotting with the other fire-type, he would of course spin it around to seem like Flareon was the freaky one in this situation. Of course, Flareon being the Primal he is, would not be deterred by some bratty little punk trying to act tougher than he was. He knew what Fennekin was trying to do; [I]ohh, this is so gay! What a gross freak rubbing their dicks together, ewwww Fennekin definitely doesn’t swing that way![/I] But Flareon wasn’t gonna let it slide that easily. He wanted to try and play that card? Two can play at that game.

“What’s the matter? Can’t handle another male, huh?” Flareon taunted and pressed down firm against the fox, their dicks really grinding into one another. Fennekin gasped sharply, blushing and biting his lip to suppress another moan. What the hell was he doing!? Grinding back on him?? It… felt good but who does he think he is!? Fennekin is the only one that gets to be on top!

“Wh-what the hell is up with you!? Stop that, you freak!” Fennekin, despite still protesting and trying to sound tough, was thrusting right back against the larger male, their lengths grazing one another, caressing and lathering up in each other’s leaky precum. Huffs started sounding from both as they bucked against each other, neither refusing to give in or back away from this very erotic battle. The entire time, Eevee was absolutely transfixed on the sight, marveling the two males having gone from fighting to borderline fucking yet still tossing insults at each other as if this was completely normal. He was too enthralled to notice the ribbons approaching him from behind until he was all raveled up and pinned with a horrified, girly screech. “KYAAA!!?” He squirmed and wriggled, the ribbons capturing him by all four limbs and trapping him on his back, spread eagle to the public. A giggling cackle sounded as the source of the ribbons, a lithe and slender Sylveon with a fairly shapely rump, came sashaying and swaying up to the once again horrified vee.

“Ooohh what’s a precious li’l civil vee like you doing in a dangerous place like this, little adventurer~?” The Sylveon, voice teasing and sing songy, taunted the squirming, whining Eevee who looked on the verge of tears, fearing for his life.

“D-d-don’t hurt me please I-I’m not a good fighter I-I don’t wanna fight I j-just wanna find that Eevee treasure, I-I’ll leave if you want just please don’t hurt me!” Eevee immediately submitted, squirming and covering his face, fearing the worst. The Sylveon simply giggled again and stood over the smaller male, leaning down to coo at the frightened vee.

“Ooohh how [B]cute[/B] you are~ Squirming and begging for freedom~” Sylveon licked their lips, eyeballing the adorable male. He was an average build for his species, a little taller than the average though. Fairly shapely himself, a bit of curve in his midsection into somewhat toned hindlegs that appeared to get a lot of working out, probably from days and hours of constant travel. But what really caught Sylveon’s eye was the naturally plump sheath between his legs,  quite big with balls to match. Biting his lip, Sylveon knew he’d captured a jackpot.

Eevee remained covering his face, fearing the worst, not knowing what his evolved form had planned and not wanting to see it either. He simply hoped he could bargain his way out of the situation; whether or not it resulted in a mission complete, he didn’t care anymore. He just didn’t want to get hurt. He often wished he were stronger, not so easily frightened. He loved adventure and exploration but a job like this really took bravery and strength. Fighting was an inevitability and the dangers of the endless unknown was not a place for a coward. Sure, he had Fennekin before to make him feel strong and confident through this dungeon, but with the fox currently deep in a hot and steamy french kissing session with Flareon as their hips buck and rut one another, the squelchy squish and slide of hard, wet cocks frotting sounding out into the smack and slurp of lips and tongue, Eevee felt more alone now than when he did before Fennekin showed up. His only lifeline right beside him, too busy ‘battling’ the fire evolution to notice Eevee’s capture.

A hot gasp escaped Eevee’s lips as a sudden eruption of sensation coursed through him. It was nothing but pure pleasant feeling that came right back and had him shivering with a very pleasured whine. Shakily, he uncovered his eyes and looked down to see a sultry gaze glancing back up at him with a big, soft tongue dragging up his fat sheath and easily coaxing his cock out. Sylveon purred and winked, their ass raised high and tail wagging while feasting on Eevee’s large dick. There had to be at least 10 inches worth that grew erect out of the vee’s sheath, standing tall and proud before the Sylveon whose pupil shaped into desirable hearts. “Holy jackpot..~” Sylveon cooed, taking a moment to marvel at Eevee’s massive girth. The slack grip on Eevee’s forepaws that allowed him to even be able to move them in the first place completely let go now, instead opting to wrap and coil both around that towering organ and grip its size, getting more pleasured whines out of the normal-type. Soft and silky let a velvet coil, that’s what those ribbons felt like, caressing him tip to base in a firm pumping motion that had Eevee now writhing with pleasure and moaning out for Sylveon, just what the fairy-type wanted.

Hungry purrs rumbled in the back of their throat as their tongue resumed its worship, dragging up Eevee’s underside and coiling the thick tip, feeding on his mewls and moans like a source of nutrition. The fairy-type’s warm maw opened, saliva dripping onto Eevee’s cock before being consumed, lips sealed around the thick head and going down half of the male’s lengthy spire. “A-aah!” Eevee cried, pleasure filling his body entirely with such warmth and moisture encasing half of his malehood, suckling away with a strong and sloppy suction that milked him heavily. He shook all over, pleasure rattling his brain with his mind going numb under all the sensations that filled him, from the sweet suction to the pumping and squeezing ribbons along his lower half. Another ribbon freed from his limb, leaving only the left hindleg bound as the third coiled his sac, wrapped and gently squeezing in a light fondling motion to further stimulate the already heavily pleasured normal-type.

“Aahnn! V..veeee~!” Sensation overstimulated the poor Eevee who was borderline feral from the attention, Sylveon bobbing up and down his girth, keeping up the very audible slurping and feeding on him. As he was milked by the horny Primal, Fennekin’s own battle persisted with his thrusting against Flareon, bucking and grinding ruthlessly, not letting up in trying to best the male in a show of masculine dominance. Their grunts and moans were mutual, panting and huffing with steam covering their boiling bodies, sweat sizzling off of their ignited fur while their cocks dribbled almost nonstop with more and more precum that lubricated their vicious frottage.

“Give up already! You—gghhn—could never compare!” Flareon taunted, his length pulsing strong, knot swelled up and pressed against Fennekin’s own. While his cock may have been bigger, all of the heated tension between the two was starting to get to him. He knew he was gonna cum soon, the pleasure so strong from their steamy kisses to their constant frotting and rutting.

“Keep talking all the shit you want..nnggh… cus you’ll be out like a light soon enough!” Fennekin retorted with a pleasured growl, trying to sound intimidating through moans and heavy panting. His length twitched, climax slowly closing in on him as well. It felt so damn good but he had to hold out; there’s no way he was gonna lose to this guy! Fuck this guy!

“Grrrhh, that’s what you think.. nmmhfffuuck… but let’s see you handle o-one more of these!” Flareon, with the last of his endurance, closed the gap between them again, tongue pushed pass Fennekin’s lips for another hot and sultry french kissing. The two were immediately at it, swirling and wrestling tongues for control while wrapping their forearms around each other, a tight embrace that made the two looks more like lovers than fighters, especially the way their hips bucked and grind, thrusting against one another with the desperate need for their own orgasms as badly as they were trying to make the other cum first. It was an intensely amazing battle, pleasure so incredible from mere frottage alone but Fennekin wasn’t gonna let the moment make him forget why the two of them were really here.

And that would pay out for him as Flareon’s moans grew more desirable for pleasure than control, letting himself get lost in the throes of bliss and erupt first. He shook heavily with cries into Fennekin’s maw with ribbons of rich, steaming fire-type seed painting a mess all over both of their bellies, his rigid girth flexing violently with each fling of nut onto their bodies. Fennekin groaned from the incredible heat and Flareon’s much sloppier humping, the pleasure now overwhelming him with his release following not long after, adding his messy streams and strings to the concoction of lust that stained their fronts. Both of them shook heavily, frenching each other harder yet sloppier, like lovers lost to ecstasy, their minds in a haze and both taking in the moment not as enemies but as very temporary mates, their moans more sultry and passionate in just that instance through their mutual orgasms.

It lasted only moments before Flareon collapsed atop of Fennekin, both basking in their shared afterglow with the kiss broken and their gazes locked. Cheeks were stained with blush on both males, Flareon lost in Fennekin’s eyes and vice versa before both looked away, blushes darkening with annoyed huffs. “...You win, fox… I’m a male of honor, not ashamed to admit it.” Flareon confessed, getting off of the cum stained fire fox and looking down at him. Damn that Fennekin… sexy as hell. If only he’d held out just a little longer, he would’ve claimed this bitch and fucked that massive ass.

“As always~” Fennekin boasted between his panting and huffs. He looked up at the flustered and annoyed Primal and had to admit he was pretty damn handsome. But the attraction was purely physical infatuation from being in the moment of having just practically made love to the bastard. Whatever, all of this would be nothing more than a paycheck in due time.

“Oh shit.” Suddenly, it all came back to Fennekin. This was a mission. An [I]escort[/I] mission. Meaning he was here with [B]someone else.[/B] “Uhh fuck! Eevee—!?”

“M-mnyaaaaa!!” Fennekin’s ears rung from the sudden loud and girly screech next to him. Darting his eyes over, he saw Eevee not far from him writhing violently with loud crying moans of pure blissful delight. He shook and humped, thrusting and facefucking a big butt Sylveon who moaned and shook, drinking ribbons and ropes of cum from a [I]very[/I] hung Eevee who had all but his knot consumed in that snug, warm maw that milked and drained him. Those silky soft ribbons—two of them at least—were wrapped tight and repeatedly squeezing upon Eevee’s extra sensitive knot to further coax and milk out that orgasm while the third had gone beneath those heavy balls to prostate fuck the poor normal-type into hyperstimulation, the fourth wrapped around Sylveon’s own rigid erection, swiftly pumping his dick to the beat of rhythmic ropes of cum pumping from his own need. Both males moaned and shook, Sylveon’s moans muffled by cock and gulps of cum while Eevee screamed freely in release. Fennekin watched with awe at the sight before him, his client being assaulted by a Primal—no, [B]worshiped[/B] by a Primal—that slutty Sylveon drinking every drop with audible gulps and visible bulges running down his neck from the sheer amount of dick and cum fed into his gullet and stomach to the point of that lithe male’s belly rounding out just that little bit from the sheer excessive volume.

It felt like hours but was just a very impressive minute straight of Eevee cumming before those large balls were finally emptied of the current load though far from empty of its supply. With no more semen being secreted from the quaking, nearly passed out male, Sylveon popped that big dick out of his maw and licked his lips with a slutty purr and a wag of the tail.  He took a look over at Fennekin then simply turned and walked away, not a word spoken. He’d taken what he wanted, those civils can do what they want.

Fennekin walked over to Eevee who was still twitching and panting with a bobbing hard on. Fucking cock was [B]huge[/B], Fennekin had to wonder how the hell that Sylveon got all of that in his mouth and didn’t choke or die on it. He scoffed, jealous to see a male around his height be so much more hung than him. [I]Probably takes a bunch of enhancement pills or something.[/I] Of course, excuses were the first thing to come to mind. Nobody’s better than him, he’s the best! Size isn’t everything after all. “You alright.” He stated more than asked, looking down at Eevee almost annoyed now. They were right next to the stairs and this little bastard looked about ready to pass out and fail the mission. “Get up, we’re right there.”

“Ghh… I’m s...s-sorry…” Eevee groaned, still tingling with leftover sensation. He felt so out of it, so weak and drained, way more than any other orgasm he’s ever had either masturbating or having sex. He didn’t know why he felt so weak until he thought about it for just a moment. That [I]was[/I] a Sylveon after all, the stereotypical nymphomaniacs of the eeveelutions. Probably more fitting to be a siren or succubus, some Sylveon will lure in their prey with their beautiful and feminine appearance, attracting their target, usually male, with sex appeal and offerings of pleasure only to drain them of their life energy to empower themselves. Eevee then realized it, that blowjob felt so damn good because it was a lot more than that. That Sylveon sucked the soul out of him with a signature Draining Kiss treatment.

Arceus be damned if it wasn’t worth it though.

With a couple Oran berries, Eevee was back on his feet and feeling a lot better, the two taking the staircase to the dungeon’s end, a sizable circular room that looked quite reminiscent of a colosseum albeit completely empty save for a lone sparkling item in the center of the room. Eevee ran up to it without a second thought, looking it over with a sparkle in his eyes, Fennekin following up behind him. “You shouldn’t just run up to something like that blindly.” He stated, looking around the area for any signs of life or an ambush. “This could’ve been a trap, a boss Primal or something waiting for some fool like you to take their bait.”

“Huh?” Eevee looked over at Fennekin standing beside him before turning his attention back to the sparkling gemstone. “R-right… sorry. I was just—I mean look at it, it’s… wowie zowie…” In front of them was a glimmering stone of shifting colors from cool lavenders to black as the night, shocking yellows, blazing reds, and oceans of blue, icy whites and green as grass to a sweetheart pink and repeat. In the center of its swirl of colors was a white shape, the shape of an Eevee tail.

“What is that thing?” Fennekin asked, genuinely intrigued by its mysterious, almost lively appearance. Eevee picked it up, feeling an immediate warmth course through his entire body before the fur on his back stood on end like a surge of shocks or a wintry chill then the world around him darkened into nothingness before life and color blossomed back out in a ray of light and energy before it all stopped as suddenly as it started.

“Hhhh…” He shivered from the incredible sensation he just experienced, like a sea of power suddenly filled him then left. He looked at the stone in disbelief. “The rumors were true… it’s really real… a-and I’m holding it… a legendary Eevostone… a-an Eevostone! And it’s mine now! It’s mine, mine, mine! Fennekin lookie!” He practically shoved the stone in Fennekin’s face who backed up and tried to feign annoyance and disinterest but his wagging tail and perked up ears betrayed him. It was… a stone, yes. He had no idea what it was or what it does but Eevee was extremely happy and giddy and it was kind of rubbing off on him. Even he couldn’t help but smile a bit at Eevee’s happiness.

“I’m seeing it but I don’t know what the hell it is!” He responded more in earnest playfulness than irritation.

“It’s an Eevostone! D’oh, stupid vee, I already said that. What I mean is, this stone is super duper rare! There’s not lots of ‘em in the world but they’re amazingly awesome! They can let an Eevee like me evolve into any one of my 8 forms at will! But not just that! It can also make me devolve back into an Eevee and I can pick any other form I want as long as I gots this stone! It only gets one charge a day though so I can’t just change on a whim… but who cares! This stone is so super amazing and you helped me get it! So thank you thank you thanks thanks thankies so so much!!” Eevee, without thinking, tackled Fennekin and hugged him tightly, nuzzling into the male’s chest affectionately with tail wags and happy purrs.

“Gah! I-I get it I get it! G-get the hell offa me!” Fennekin blushed heavily, trying to shove the overly thankful male off of him. He did not sign up for being cuddled and loved on by some dorky Eevee, he signed up for a paycheck! But… he did think it was really cute. Gah… he needs to get away from this damn Eevee before he starts.. [I]caring[/I] about others. “Oh! Your reward! Umm… l-let’s get back to town.” Eevee, blushing heavily himself now, got off of the fire-type so he could reach for his rescue badge and warp them back to safety.

Back in town in front of the job bulletin, Eevee had reached for his coin badge to make the transaction, rewarding Fennekin his money. “There you go! I put in an extra tip for you too, I think you earned it! As valuable as this stone is, I think the job was worth a little more than 12,000.” Fennekin checked his badge after the transaction for the total value and nearly dropped it in shock.

“Wh-wha—I—th-[B]thirty thousand!?[/B]” Fennekin was in awe, disbelief. Eevee more than [B]doubled[/B] the initial value of the job! “Th-that’s a mistake, right? You meant to put in a 2, not a 3, right??”

“Nope! Thirty thousand Poké! This stone alone could sell for upwards of maybe two hundred thousand or more! That’s how coveted and valuable it is! And there was just one there, sitting out in the open!” Eevee’s tail wagged rapidly as he clutched the stone like he’d die without it. “Mmmmh! I should try it out! Will you watch me before you leave, Mr. Fennekin?”

“Mister? Wait what—what’s with the formalities all of a sudden? Fennekin is just fine!… But yeah, I’ll watch. Just make it quick, I got more work to do.” Fennekin huffed, trying to leave but also couldn’t help but be curious if the stone actually worked and did as it said or was just a bunch of make believe nonsense. Eevee, as excited as ever, kept his clutch on the stone and let his mind go empty of thoughts. He put his full focus into the stone and felt a sudden explosive sensation of verdant warmth consume him, slowly seeping into his body from his chest, where he clutched the stone, outward into the rest of him until he was entire encased in a feeling like that of a summer sun’s afternoon heat. But instead of feeling exhausted and sweaty, he felt refreshed and energized, his figure starting to height and grow outward in size, taller and more slender, somewhat lithe as leaf-like curls grew out from his fores, hinds, and chest, his bushy tail stretching outward into a flattened leaf-like shape and a large blade forming upon Eevee’s head in the brilliant glow of white that covered his body. The radiant light soon burst and standing before Fennekin was no longer Eevee but instead a Leafeon, the only sign of it being the same ‘mon being that easily excitable and contagious smile of his and those beautifully glimmering golden yellow eyes.

“Well?” Fennekin started, looking over the taller, athletically built grass-type. “How do you feel?”

“I feel…” Leafeon began, starting out by stretching himself out into a face down, ass up position much like a cat. “Mmmmm GOOOOD~!” He cooed happily, giving his hindlegs a few little kicks and swishing his tail to get used to his new look and feeling. He had to look down at Fennekin now that he’d grown a little taller, blushing a bit as he couldn’t help but give the fire fox a little lick on the cheek. “But it’s not done yet! I gotta try one more thing!” He started before Fennekin could leave. That’s right, Eevee—Leafeon now—mentioned that it didn’t just let him pick a form to evolve into but it also allowed him to devolve back into an Eevee, an extreme oddity but far from an impossibility. Devolve Orbs existed after all.

Clutching the stone again, instead of clearing the mind, Eevee began to ponder how the devolving process was meant to began. His mind started to fog up and muddle with all of these conflicting thoughts and ideas rather than clearing out to reshape and reform for evolution. The muddled up frustrations and confusion would cause his body to start to shift and a gurgling from deep within his core caused it to break, his figure taken into a dark glow of purples, greens, and blacks as he felt as if he was being drained of life and sapped of power, shuddering from its dooming feeling as he started to lose his verdant look and his size shrank and deteriorated back down into that of his adorable little dainty paws and bushy tail, the void dissipating to reveal Leafeon once more an Eevee. Yet, despite the awful feeling of loss in power and strength, his smile was as big as ever.

“EeeeEEEE~” He squealed, clinging to the stone and looking at Fennekin with sheer delight. “It works… it works! It works it works it works works works!! Ooohh thank you thank you, Fennekin! I’ll never forget you!” He had to hug the fox again, Fennekin groaning, blushing but hugging him back. “Every time I look at my Eevostone, I won’t see that Eevee tail. Instead, I’ll see you, the brave and kind Fennekin who helped me become braver and stronger to finally be the adventurer I always wanted to be!”

“Yeah well… g-good on ya, you’re welcome.” He scratched the back of his head, feeling rather prideful yet bashful that he’d made such an impact on someone. He was just doing his job, he didn’t care about Eevee or whatever he wants to do. Well… he [I]shouldn’t[/I] care at least but he was pretty good company, really happy-go-lucky, really kind and cute. But he wasn’t about to be weighed down by feelings or partners, he had a job to do, research to finish, a home of his own to get back to. As Eevee turned to leave, Fennekin got right back to the job bulletin, still plenty time in the day for another job.

“Maybe… some memories [I]are[/I] worth making.”