Quickly explain you're no feral!

Feral or not, your manners are atrocious!

Your eyes go wide at that last ominous statement, ears flattening defensively to your head. Emboldened by your fearful display, the Vaporeon’s smile takes sinister turn. “My my…” The cerulean pokemon coos, halting their advance to gaze upon the floor between you. “Just look at the mess you’ve made with those dirty paws…” Their eyes meet your once more before concluding, “So uncouth.” Slowly and seeming to enjoy this new game, the huts resident continues their menacing approach.

Hurriedly, you raise a hand above your head, offering peace before stammering out, “W-wait! I’m not one of those mindless ferals!” You push yourself up slowly, one hand beneath you, the other still raised and slightly trembling. “You see my eyes? No hollow purple! Just normal hazel…” This appears to give the Vaporeon pause once more as they stop just 5 feet from your now kneeling form. Their cocky smile dips a bit as another silence takes the hut.

After a few tense moments the grin returns, smarmier then ever as they speak in that sickly sweet tone, “What I see, dear intruder, is a beast that has not only wrought destruction throughout my humble abode, but has also damaged my door." As if to prove the water-type’s point, a gust of wind suddenly carries the battered wood straight into your exposed rear, causing you to jump. This causes your mocking foe to give a laugh at your expense. You feel your face redden. “What’s so funny?!” You angrily snap back. “The whole world’s going to hell and your worried about a damn DOOR?!” Your outburst ends the giggle and has the Vaporeon looking at you with a new expression…

Annoyance.

This only enraged you more.

They are upset? After all I’ve been through, THEY are-!

Your thought is cut short by a frigid torrent of water rocketing directly into your face. With barely a meter between you both, you have no time to defend against, let alone dodge the powerful expulsion.

“Gaahluubrraahh!!” Is all you can manage as the pressure sends you sliding on your rump to collide hard against the already broken door, likely splintering it further. This full **** impact rattles your skull, causing spots to form on edge of your vision. You only just detect the Vaporeon’s final few steps up to your pitiful form, now sat stunned against the door. Your next lucid thought comes when you feel a smooth, webbed hand cup your chin to stop your head from lolling. Your eyes are **** upwards into the dreadful glare of your opponent. Gone is the cocky but still somewhat mirthful smile and looking into those fiery yellow eyes, you find yourself missing it.

“It would appear I was mistaken, Cur.” Their words have also lost their bounce, almost spitting that last syllable. “I am not dealing with a mindless feral, no, but a brainless brigand!” The gentle grip on your chin tightens before flinging your head back against the wood, adding to your collection of bruises. You instinctively shut your eyes to mitigate the pain, all while this prim and pompous fish fox continues their Shakespearian monologue. “All I wish is for a few moments of peace and quiet! If it isn’t this howling tempest, it’s a foolish egg snatching tree cat!” That last bit stung your ego enough to want to protest.

“I’ve never stole-” Your retort is similarly cut off when you feel a great weight come down upon your face, mid-rise. Your eyes snap open only to be greeted by the presumptuous pokemon’s pearlescent posterior blocking the majority of your view. “With all these interruptions, what is a Vaporeon to do~?” A bit of mischievousness returns in their voice as they wiggle their rump on your drenched head, causing it to slip further between the cheeks. "Luckily, I know just where a devious brigand like you belongs~"

Weakened as you are, the realization of this pokemon’s intentions drive you to plant your hands against their tush and begin struggling against the slick butt flesh slowly descending around your muzzle. “O-oh, my..!” The vile Vaporeon exclaims, “Spirited, aren’t we~?” You hear a condescending laugh from above, muffled as it is. “Though as much fun as this is for me, your behavior is truly atrocious!” You let out a whimper as you feel even more weight press upon your cringing muzzle. “We shall have to RECTIFY that…”

The sudden sensation of webbed hands grasping your own struggling ones and clamping them tight to the ever encroaching ass sends you into a full on panic, unable to pull them free. You then feel the webbed hand pull apart the slicking cheeks, causing the Vaporeon’s dark blue anus to quickly slip your nose, muzzle, and finally whole head deep inside before clenching tight. “Ha-haaaah…” The half sigh, half moan vibrates around you in the musty darkness.

“There’s a-Ah! A good boy… Making amends fuh… oh heavens… For your heinous actions!” The shame you feel from the pleasure this insane pokemon is taking from your form, now shoulder deep, sliding up into it is almost too much to bare. With fresh air scarce inside this restrictive tunnel, you shiver with each meager inhale, taking the musky scent with every breath. Along with the pressure on your chest having been swallowed by the orifice, it’s enough to have you feeling woozy.

The Vaporeon continues to enjoy themselves despite your sorry flailing. “Now, now! No need to worry, silly interloper!” They say sarcastically as they clench once more to draw your legs into the abyss. “Once you learn your lesson, I will let you out~.” Giggles vibrate the walls of flesh all around you as your two paws, the last bit of you to remain free, pathetically wiggle about the entrance to the water fox’s hole. With one final, powerful pull, they too disappear within the guts of your predator, causing you to pitifully curl defensively. Just as reason begins to leave you, your ear’s catch one final taunt from outside. “For your sake dear,” There is a gentle pat against you from beyond, “I hope you are a quick study~” With that, you pass into merciful slumber, face still red from the humiliation you’ve suffered.

Sun streaks though the window as the Vaporeon yawns, wiping the dew from their eyes. They remain lazily draped across their makeshift straw pile bed, one hand stroking the soft lump in their midsection. A smile, this one genuine, creases the eevelution’s face as they hum to themselves. Soon the day would begin, and with it would come the task of cleaning the previous evenings mess, repairing the broken door, and carving a “Do Not Disturb” sign to hang upon it. All that could wait, however, the Vaporeon realized. They need not make breakfast, after all~