The Eevee gently hums, rocking his head back and forth while focusing on the movement against his belly. He had only meant to rest on the little guy for a little bit, just a short greeting for his new friend, but... this guy's massage feels sooo gooood... It's like the tiny human is just as happy to be friends, wanting to please him as well... This has got to be the best buddy ever... Of all time! The brown fox rests his head on the ground and closes his eyes, letting his itty-bitty buddy work his magic.
Meanwhile, you are trying your best to escape from the fluffy prison. Why is this happening...? You've always wanted to play with a Pokemon, especially an Eevee, but... not like this! That oversized vulpine could've crushed you! Luckily, his fur is... so fluffy... so very, very... soft... That you wanna just snuggle into it, sooo warm... Feels like a comfy winter blanket on a freezing day... ...What are you doing?! You've gotta get out of here, before he crushes you!
You continue crawling along beneath the brown Pokemon, trying to ignore just how snuggly the low ceiling is. But yeah, you're lucky his fur is so soft. You really wouldn't have through that you could take a full-body slam from the cute behemoth, but you did. Without harm, even. Makes you think that maybe you can't be crushed at this size... Or something like that. That'd almost make up for being shrunk and brought here.
You can't get that warm, fuzzy feeling out of your head... It wouldn't hurt to cuddle him for a second, would it? It's not like you're in any real danger, right? You can breathe just fine... though the air is very sweet, kinda chocolatey, somehow. Why does it smell so nice here? Pokemon are weird... But you're not complaining. You can breathe, and this is much better than that butt odor from before. And anyway, if the Eevee did start pressing down, you'd be able to take it. Probably. A rumbling vibration comes from above, like a... purr? Is he purring? He must be enjoying laying on you... ...Yeah, you're going for it. You reach your arms around the nearest clump of fur and embrace the warm, squishy goodness.
A thin line of drool spreads on the ground as the Eevee enjoys your struggles, a goofy grin plastered to his face. That is, until he feels you press against his lower region. He yelps, not expecting his new friend to get this intimate, but surprise turns to excitement. Two can play at that game.
Hey, wait. Squishy? His fur was just soft before. Overwhelmingly soft, but definitely not squishy. Why's it different here? You feel along the surface, making your host moan with delight. It's spherical, super fluffy, sensitive... You're beneath the Eevee's ball-sack! Before you can move, the marshmallow ceiling pins you down to the ground! Large enough to completely envelop you, the balls begin grinding over you. Just when the rocking was starting to feel comforting, those fuzzy orbs lift up as the Eevee gets up and falls back onto the ground, trapping you right between the soft spheres!
You are held helpless as...
View Portfolio
Visit Notebook
Send Gift Points
Awards
Badges
Send Email
Community Newsfeed
General Discussion
Sponsored Items
Book of Trinkets
Static Items
Books
Groups
Interactive Stories
Audio
Campfire Creatives
Community Notes
Crossword Puzzles
Documents
Folders
Images
In & Outs
Madlibs
Photo Albums
Polls
Product Reviews
Quizzes
Survey Forms
Web Pages
Word Searches
More by this author