A work heavily inspired by the artist 'Tush''s art + story combination series titled 'Pokemon Confessions' - a series of stories where trainers and their Pokemon engage in sexual situations in a variety of ways, usually told from the first person perspective.

This story is in a similar vein: A young man, who has moved out on his own, is given an Eevee to help keep him company in his new apartment. After some time, this Eevee evolves into an Espeon and thanks to its ability to read minds, it and the trainer are faced with some sexual scenarios as they both engage with their attraction for one another and Espeon's potent hormones as a result of both being of an adolescent age, and having just recently evolved.

Intended to be a multi-part series that includes different scenarios and scenes as their relationship develops and deepens, focusing on the unique and interesting anatomy and abilities of Espeon in the lens of a human/Pokemon relationship.


((The art is not mine, but the artist wishes to remain anonymous))

----STORY BELOW----

I live in a fairly urban area; a decently sized city that, while having some great parks and other bits of nature strewn throughout, as far as wild Pokemon, there isn’t more than what you’d expect. Pidove fluttering about, perhaps a Trubbish here or there, perhaps a Rattata or a Pokemon drawn to electricity. Not much choice for someone that didn’t leave the city all that often.



So, it’s no surprise that many Pokemon are gifted to those who want to train one or have one as a companion. I myself am the latter, and so when I moved out on my own, my parents gave me an Eevee- a fairly standard choice for city folk with a bit of money to spend, particularly on an Eevee that is from a reputable breeder.



My and my Eevee got along better than I could have hoped when I first got him. He had plenty of space in my apartment, as I lived alone and had little else to fill my place with, so I treated him to a handful of things that could help keep him busy, and I rarely felt the need to keep him in his ball as he often just slept at my feet or meandered around the apartment in a fairly well behaved manner. He was still very young when I got him, maybe 8 or 9 months, so he had a few rambunctious streaks to him, but for the most part, he was content to relax alongside me on the couch or at a small bed next to my desk.



We were like this for about a year, just a young trainer and his Pokemon, and since I worked from home, I had plenty of opportunities to take him to the park or go on little trips around the city with him. Though I had always had the thought in the back of my mind if and when I should evolve him, and what I might want to evolve him into, it didn’t matter much to me as long as at the end of the day, he was still my lovely little friend.



That’s why, however, it was not much of a surprise to me when one day he evolved into an Espeon. According to most information there was out there, and Pokemon Breeder guides and Pokemon Researcher reports, a little over a year was quite quick for that kind of evolution, but nothing completely out of the ordinary- especially for an Eevee that got so much attention and was out of their ball nearly always.



That’s where the trouble began. Or, I say ‘trouble’, but it was not trouble in the traditional sense, only a bit of an unexpected series of happenings.



It is no secret that when Pokemon reach maturity, whether from age or evolution, and sometimes both at the same time in the case of my Espeon, things that accompany ‘maturity’ also begin to both manifest and flourish. Most Pokemon that can breed and reproduce will have any manner of hormonal and physical changes to signify this maturity. And while Eevee and its evolutions only have the females go into heat, and lack a traditional ‘rut’ for males, a freshly mature and freshly evolved male Espeon surely has no shortage of rising, flaring, novel desires and sensations and needs filling their minds and bodies.



And, as someone who considered themselves a good Pokemon owner, I was fully prepared for this in my own Espeon friend. So, it was a bit of a surprise to me that my Espeon didn’t exhibit any signs of being what essentially equated to a horny teenager. There were a handful of small little behavioral changes, like my Espeon becoming a bit more active in the mornings, sunning himself more, and being slightly more reserved and not as overtly playful (though he still loved running around at the park more than anything) than he was as an Eevee, but other than that, I noticed little else. Maybe his maturity hadn’t been affecting him very much at all?



At least, that’s what I thought.



The first bit of ‘trouble’ happened one morning when I awoke with a particular… stirring between my legs. Maybe it was just a random happenstance, or maybe it had been because I hadn’t jerked off in a few days, I couldn’t really say. All I know is that when I yawned myself awake, my body (or at least one part of it) had awoken long before me.



This wasn’t the first time I’d awoken with a strong need like this, but I usually only gave it the attention it wanted when my Eevee was still asleep, which wasn’t too often-- My Eevee slept in bed with me, and he usually would wake me up when he was hungry, but otherwise he would wake up when I eventually started moving around in bed and come cuddle with me for a bit, getting a healthy share of petting. And though he was a bit of an earlier riser as an Espeon, this more or less continued the same as always.



But that fateful day, my Espeon was still sleeping at the corner of my bed, and I was really worked up, lingering thoughts of the dream that left me so throbby swirling about in my thoughts. Before I knew it, my hand had drifted between my legs, circling around my length, squeezing it firmly, and working itself up and down over my dream-roused cock, every touch feeling so good due to my body feeling like it was really satisfying some primal need rather than me just simply touching for the sake of it.



I leaned my head back into the pillows, did my best to stifle any sounds that might cause my Espeon to wake up, and to restrain my movements to touches that wouldn't be overly noticeable. My eyes closed and my mind wandered, reaching back into that lewd dream I’d had, pulling sensations and ideas from it that danced through my mind and gave way to new thoughts, new little fantasies I was conjuring in my mind. Carnal, debauched, explicit fantasies full of focus on just how each touch, each motion, and each sensation would feel, my mind ablaze with raw, primal lust as I worked myself closer and closer to the edge- which was more akin to deliberately slow, teasing, deliciously stimulating touches that were held back by not wanting to jostle the bed too much, which in kind only resulted in my horniness flaring harder and stronger, and my fantasies growing all the more intense as a result.



In fact, they were getting so powerful, that I was really losing myself to them, my fingertips getting slicker and slicker with my pre and the precipice of that orgasm getting closer and closer, my body aching for it so badly. I was so absorbed that I scarcely noticed that my sleeping Espeon had begun panting, causing my eyes to jolt open, and be greeted with… quite the sight.



My Espeon, on his back, his chest rising and falling deeply, his paws splaying and curling every so often and a very stiff cock between his thighs, swollen so full that it was pulsing, its surprisingly hefty length thrumming with each of his fast heartbeats and threatening to slip out of that warm, thoroughly stretched sheath that was forced tight around that throbbing knot.



I couldn’t do anything but stare, to be honest. My eyes were glued to the sight of him… to the sight of his arousal. I had never really seen it before, and certainly not like this- a thick vein running along its side and that pointed tip with a few beads of precum drooling from it down to his velvety tummy fur.



I couldn’t stop looking at his length, pulsing, throbbing, flexing like it was- hell, if he woke up, he probably would have felt even hornier than me when I had woken up. Some trainers avoid these things. They bury their heads in the sand, pretend that their Pokemon don’t have their own instinctual needs and desires, that their Pokemon don’t get horny and want to alleviate themselves of that burden. Most trainers simply just let their Pokemon work it out themselves, not wanting to have to think about such things.



I figured I would be the same. I had never before even had a passing interest in my Espeon like this. He was male, anyone could see that by looking between his legs, but aside from those cursory thoughts, I had never wanted to think about it any further than that. Any yet, when I saw just how full and thick he became, how his tail flicked and his little paws tightened when an assuredly intense throb of intensity and hunger pulsed through his length.



I don't know why I couldn’t look away. I don’t know what kind of person it made me, looking at my Espeon lost in the throes of his dream-induced arousal, but my prior thoughts had faded, replaced with curiosity… interest. It may be slightly shameful to admit but I thought about touching him… feeling him. I wondered how he’d feel in my hand, if he’d be warm, if I could feel those pulses I saw causing the cock to jump and flick its dripping string of precum over his tummy. What it would feel like to grip that knot… to squeeze it gently… to slide that tight, encompassing sheath the rest of the way back…



That was the final straw for my Espeon. As soon as that thought entered my mind, and the mental image of my hand popping that throbby cockbulb from it’s tight shelter formed in my head, my Espeon gave one helpless, full-body shudder and his paws tightened along with his cock-- slipping his knot from his sheath as he swelled to his limits and began to splatter himself with his spend, each rope of his release accompanying a flex that caused his entire cock to jump and bob between his shuddering legs.



I can’t say why, but instead of growing soft or looking away, I watched on, my eyes transfixed as my Espeon huffed, shuddered, and shivered as his rhythmically throbbing cock shot the rest of his cum over himself and my bed, his breath catching and shuddering along each spurt and flex. I was as hard as ever, and the sight only turned me on more. My Espeon was more well endowed than I had expected and much more productive too.



He shivered awake after he finished, and looked a little scared and confused- though I suppose that this was probably the first time something like that had happened to him. His eyes met mine, and though he was still unsheathed and messy, he scrambled away from the bed, hiding from me in what I could only assume was embarrassment, sequestering himself in some hidden spot in my apartment to groom the mess from himself; which just left me alone, having to wash my sheets and ponder what kind of person I was, so… well, turned on by my partner like that.



In spite of it all, I had to leave myself that morning without relief, but as I went on with my day, my Espeon shyly avoiding me, my mind wouldn’t stop replaying the sights of that morning in my mind. I just couldn’t get it out of my head, and I’m sure my lingering horniness wasn’t helping either.



My Espeon remained distant for the rest of the day, hiding somewhere out of sight even when I tried looking for him. He had a couple of hiding spots that he had liked even as an Eevee, but I had never seen him hide away in them since I had just got him. When night came, and I got ready for bed, he was nowhere to be found, and for the first time in a long while, I slept alone- or at least, I thought I did but I awoke for a bit in the middle of the night and found him sleeping at the very foot of my bed. It did seem like he was uncomfortable sleeping away from me as well, although in the morning when I woke up, he had already left my bed to hide.



This continued for a few days, with him only making brief appearances to eat. I tried to do what I could to coax him back to normalcy, but it seems that something was still weighing on his mind- and I could only assume it had everything to do with that eventful morning. I ruminated on my Espeon’s behavior for a bit and when I thought about it, I couldn’t have felt any dumber for forgetting about one of the most notable features of Espeon: they can read minds.



It all made sense then, or at least I was able to come to what I felt like was a good conclusion. My Espeon was subjected to my horny mind that morning, and thanks to his recent maturity, and probably the novelty of it all, he couldn’t help himself and keep himself under control-- and he probably was embarrassed to have reacted in that way to my thoughts and desires of human sexuality. Was he avoiding me so he wouldn’t have that same thing happen again? Was he ashamed that he couldn’t control himself and thought I wouldn’t want to see him?



Maybe he felt bad that my thoughts all shifted and changed to thoughts of him hard and throbby when I laid my eyes on it- like he’d “corrupted” my human desires into Pokemon ones? Perhaps that is what had made him cum in the first place, being inundated with my own thoughts of touching and feeling over him, my freshly matured Pokemon unable to supress how those thoughts from his owner affected him physically…



And honestly, maybe he had changed my desires that morning, but I can’t say I disliked it. No, I was curious, for better or worse, and more than that, I just wanted to help my Espeon through this troubled time. He was my best friend and partner, after all.



Resolving to let him know it was okay, I thought of what to do. I sat on my couch, where he always liked to join me, either laying his head on my lap or his entire body, letting me pet him as I read a book or watched something on the TV. Though he didn’t make an appearance yet, I used the fact that he could read minds to my advantage, hoping that he could still perceive my thoughts, at least to some extent.



I thought a lot about how nice it would be to pet him, imagining him laying on my lap, looking happy and content, while I felt all over his amazingly soft fur. Though he couldn’t understand language or speech, I hoped he could sense the emotions I was putting into each thought, my mind suffusing my little mental image of petting him with feelings of forgiveness, and that I didn’t care that he’d accidentally showed me that side of himself, that I just wanted him back by my side.



Luckily, this seemed to actually be working. He poked his head in from the other room cautiously and while it took him a bit, he did end up approaching me, little by little. I tried not to overwhelm him with excitement or emotion, just doing my best to maintain the thoughts I had been thinking up to that point already. Before long, he had jumped up onto the couch and laid at my side, with his head on my thigh, and I happily started petting him, feeling gently over his large ears and over the soft fur between them.



Slowly, he began to relax into me more and more, closing his eyes and sinking into the couch and my thigh as his breathing deepened, seemingly enjoying the petting quite a bit, maybe because it had been a few days and he really really missed it. Truth be told, I had missed it a lot too, and I was beyond thrilled to have things seeming like they were returning to normal.



Though, it seemed like my Espeon was really enjoying the touches. Or rather, he had begun to let his guard down a bit, and those surging, raging male Pokemon hormones that I had inadvertently awakened on that fateful morning began to have their way with his body once more. Just a bit, his crimson tip had begun to peek through his swollen sheath, every few seconds a little, gentle throb would cause it to pulse a bit.



I tried to ignore it, even as I laid my eyes upon it, but much as it had before, the curious anatomy of my Espeon drew my attention more than it had any right to. It wasn’t out too much, but I swallowed as my thoughts began to shift more and more to my lingering desire to feel and touch over the soft looking pouch that was my Espeon’s sheath and those balls beneath it.



It seemed that these thoughts did not go unnoticed by my Espeon either, as he stiffened against my leg, no longer relaxed at all. His eyes opened and he was looking at the door, like he might bolt away again at any moment. Though I couldn’t read his thoughts to know just what the source of this apprehension was, he could read mine and I used that to my advantage. I didn’t want to have him retreat into solitude again like he had for so long up until now, so I doubled down.



I made sure he knew it was okay, that I didn’t mind those reactions. I mixed the thoughts of my curiosity and interest in his masculinity with thoughts of openness and acceptance. At the very least, this was enough to keep him from running and hiding, but his gaze was fixed to the side, unwilling to look at me. I slid my hand down his tummy, the fur just as soft there as anywhere else, my hand getting closer and closer to the space between his soft little haunches.



I wanted to touch him there. I wanted to feel him. Explore him. I wanted to make him feel good, to alleviate him of that burden. I wanted to squeeze him and grab him. The thoughts were deviant and I don’t know why I couldn’t shake my interest in my Espeon but I wanted to feel him so badly. And I let him know this with my thoughts.



He huffed and shifted against me when my hand reached its destination. My fingers glanced over his exposed tip and the shaft beneath it. It was so warm, just as warm as it looked, and it was hard, throbbing just as intensely and powerfully as I had hoped it would when I laid my eyes upon it the first time. It was wet, slick with the natural wetness of his sheath as well as the streaks from the bead of precum that I had slipped my fingers through, each of my digits smearing my Espeon’s glossy, slick arousal over his thrumming length.



He had already slipped out up to his knot just from my thoughts alone, and now that I had him against my fingertips like this, I didn’t want anything else in that moment but more of him; more of my Espeon.



He tensed and shuddered again against my thigh as my fingers circled around him, my palm against his length that made me blush to feel its size. He was a lot bigger than I expected, given how much smaller he was than me. Even with his knot hidden, he was not much smaller than me, and with it out, I could only imagine that we’d be similar were we to press out lengths together.



This made the two of us huff a deep, needy breath in unison-- he could definitely still read my thoughts. But now, that initial tension and stiffness he’d had before was replaced by tension and stiffness that instead came from the myriad little involuntary squirms and shivers of his muscles now that I had begun to slide my hand over his length. I had no idea if he had ever touched himself before, or if a lot of Pokemon even did that, but I knew that even if he had, nothing he could have done could have compared to my hand; a warm, soft, gripping, squeezing thing that encompassed much of his cock, sliding up and down and finishing with a little twist as I reached his uniquely shaped tip, before working back down and smearing every freshly drooled bead of precum over himself.



Fuck, his leakiness would put me to shame… I thought in my mind, and this seemed to affect him as well, as his back arched a bit into me, his cock pulsed hard, and his knot pressed needily against his sheath as it begged to pop free. I resisted my eagerness to touch it, if only for now, as he seemed to really be losing himself to my strokes, the sound of my hand sliding, slipping, and swirling up and down over his length starting to fill the room with little slick, wet noises as that drooling didn’t stop, each firm pulse of that achy Espeon cock beading out another healthy upsurge of glistening precum.



As much as I tried though, I couldn’t resist it for long. I took my hand off of his length for just a moment, letting my Espeon pant openly with his slender legs spread, knot still so close to being free, about a third of its intensely swollen size peeking out of the purple-furred pouch. With thoughts of taking my fingers and popping his knot free, I let him know my intentions, but gave him one more opportunity to run. I didn’t know what our relationship would be like if he chose to let this end here, but I knew he’d always be my partner and we’d work it out.



He didn’t run.



Instead, those bright, white pupils looked up at me, a mixture of pleading and mutual lust in his eyes, as if he was begging me to make my thoughts a reality. I smiled, happy that my Espeon was comfortable enough now to let me know he wanted this just as much as I did… and I was also hard, harder than I probably ever had been in my life, faced with the chance to finally explore my Espeon, get my hands on my Espeon like I had so badly wanted to-- and to make my Espeon feel good, like I had so badly wanted to.



My hand found the base of his shaft again, right where it began to swell out into his knot, my pinky resting right against that hard, thick, pulsing crimson bulb and the stretched entrance to my Espeon’s sheath. Gently, without too firm of a grip, I slid down and palmed at his swollen sheath, taking the entire thing into a nice grip. It filled my hand quite well thanks to the plumpness of the sheath itself being filled by the knot, and the soft fur of the sheath along with the potent, surprisingly strong pulsing that accompanied my Espeon’s quick little heartbeats made it throb against my palm.



And then, once I had taken it into my hand… I squeezed. I squeezed that sheathed knot nice and firm, all five of my fingers curling in to give that bloated knot a deliciously sensational surge of touch… of pressure… of sensation .



My Espeon whined at this with a cry he couldn’t even begin to restrain. He had never felt this before, no… never knew he could feel like this before. He’d cum before for me, at the mercy of his hormones and my desperate thoughts filling his head, but he’d never felt a warm squeeze on his incredibly throbby, needy, sensitive cock. He’d never slid it somewhere warm, wet, and tight like his primal instincts so badly urged him to do.



But now… now that he finally got to feel such warm, wonderful tightness around the most sensitive part of his cock? He couldn’t help himself. His cute, breathy, whiny, needy cries filled the air as his hind legs kicked, his body contorting and flexing and squirming in so many involuntary ways that he couldn’t control just like his cute little voice.



I only got to hold and massage his fat knot for a few moments, rolling it around between my fingers and polishing it with his sheath, feeling it pulse so intensely, before he beaded out a series of thick, heavy drops of precum and his knot flexed enough to slip free. With this, my hand was now resting around his sheath that had bunched up beneath the very root of his knot, the entirety of his length free and throbbing, his already precum coated cock drooling down onto his tummy again as his back arched and pressed desperately into my thigh.



The throbs continued, but now that he was fully unrestrained by that sheath, those pulses grew into full-force flexes , making that completely freed cock jump with each one.



It was the hottest thing I’d ever seen in my life, my Espeon partner’s cute paws curling and his tail wildly slapping and flopping around, his hips bucking with an instinctual need I didn't know if he even understood. I didn’t even need to be able to read his mind to know that he was incredibly close, to know that every thought in his head, every need in his body was begging for that near release. And I wanted to give it to him so, so badly.



I took my free hand that was not currently still holding his drawn-back sheath, and grabbed at his precum-spilling tip. Thanks to the size of my hand, my fingers and palm covered about two-thirds of his length. He shuddered at this, the touches to his completely exposed, fully-hardened cock must have been so much more intense for him, coupled with just how close to the edge he was.



“Don’t worry, I’ll make you feel really good.” I reassured him with a soothing voice, making his large ears flick as the room was finally filled with a sound aside from the breathy Espeon noises and slippery cock sounds. He gave a little whine at this, and while I know he couldn’t understand the words, he understood their meaning. My other hand again gripped at his fully-swollen knot, and with both hands on his incredibly desperate cock, both of them squeezing as good as any soaked Espeon pussy could have given him, he came.



Far, far more than when I had accidentally tipped him over the edge with my thoughts that fateful morning, he whined, his voice reaching a high, overwhelmed pitch as he spiralled over the edge more intensely than he could have ever expected.



I massaged and squeezed him throughout it all as control of his body was stolen from him by his incredibly powerful orgasm. From between my fingers, that rhythmically swelling, pulsing, flexing cock shot rope after rope of pent up Espeon cum, catching his chest, tummy, and face before landing on my own pants and the couch, but he didn’t care and neither did I. I mentally encouraged him to ride his squirmy, tensing release out thoroughly, losing my own mind to the sight of him cumming so desperately- I’m sure it only helped create an intensely powerful feedback loop to read my thoughts and know just how unbelievably horny and arousing the sight of it all was-- if he even retained the cognitive function enough to read my thoughts.



His knot pulsed hard and firm in my grip as his orgasm continued, the fat crimson bulb spreading my fingers apart with each of his orgasmic spurts, his entire length swelling so much alongside each messy shot of Espeon seed. It was surprising just how strong each pulse was, how fat his knot got alongside each one. My breath came out in a little shudder as I imagined how a knotted Espeon female might feel, having something pulsing so thick and tightly within her. My Espeon shivered and squirmed in near overstimulation more than even I expected, until finally, his body collapsed and his cries melted into mere pants, the rich spurts of cum dying down to a small little dribble against his tummy.



I let go of his knot and he seemed slightly… dissatisfied? It was only after that I remembered the point of it was to keep him tied to his mate, so I can only imagine that some deep-seeded instinct of his felt strange by the sudden removal of pressure, but he was a bit too overwhelmed to truly protest my little mistake. I used my shirt to wipe myself and the couch off quickly before tending to my Espeon, cleaning his fur as well as a shirt could, before petting him and letting his exhaustion stricken body lay happily and heavily against mine.



And that is how the secret, but powerful and intense relationship between me and my little Espeon partner began.