Troy trips; Mistress makes mischief.

Troy and Mistress continued walking for some time, the former starting to tire after having gone many miles beyond the boundaries of the beach and now traversing through the adjacent forest. He hesitated, wanting to ask how much longer until the base. But I know better than to question her too much.

It was strange, though- every time he had a thought like that, he caught Mistress looking back at him for the briefest moment. I wonder...is she actually reading my thoughts? She hasn't said anything yet, but it would make sense. Or she could just be scary good with timing. He made a note to be careful with his thoughts, not knowing if he would be punished for wrongthink, but hoping that he'd at least be allowed to express himself in his head, even if she was listening to everything. Then he-

"Oop!" He squeaked out, his thoughts having distracted him from the rock in his path. As he tripped, he closed his eyes, expecting to hear a thud from hitting dirt, but...nothing...? His eyes opened, vision coated in yellow. He had actually landed on his tail- no, not just landing on it, but floating in midair, just a couple inches off the ground!

Well, at least for a moment, before whatever **** was there gave way, and he did land on dirt. Whoa...that was crazy...can I do that again? He tried intentionally this time, focusing on his tail, which to his shock glowed faintly, his eyes wide and excited at the implication. Bro...no way. It was like he had a mental image- or perhaps some Pokemon instinct- of what his tail was meant to do, the fall gaving his brain the spark to remember.

So he jumped and intentionally landed on it, now amazed he could stay floating in midair. This is sick! he thought. Granted, it was just an inch off the ground, but the potential was immense, he supposed. He imagined himself speeding around on it, surfing mad waves like he did as a human. Oh, bro, I don't even have to tire myself out anymore...it's the end of walking for old Troy!

"Toy," Mistress called out, "What do you think you're doing?" She said with a saccharine lilt to her voice.

"Just...floating." Troy said, trying to keep partial attention on his tail, lest he tumble once more.

"Oh my, look at my cute little Raichu wanting to show off for me~" she teased. "But really my dear, for now I'd like you to stick to walking, okay?"

Disappointed, Troy gave a brief sigh. "Yes, ma'am." At least explain why...

The older woman chuckled. "My reasons are rather benign, dear! I simply want my Toy to stay in shape. Using a board may work out the mind, but walking is gonna work out those rather nice thighs of yours. Don't get me wrong- I do appreciate your physique already, but you'll learn soon enough that the girls could use a little eye candy when we're busy saving the day. And a nice, toned male and his nice, thick cock makes the day go by rather easily. So would you please keep moving and building up those muscles? For Mommy~?"

Troy gulped, embarassed at her compliments and lewd speech. Well, I can't argue with that...at least, not until his legs gave out. "Yes...mommy."

"So polite," she cooed. "Would you like to squeeze them?"

"Uh, what? Sorry, I didn't hear, ma'am."

"My breasts," she clarified, turning around to face you. "Exercise is its own reward, of course...but I figure a little affectionate motivation couldn't hurt," she grinned, now leaning down to let her mammaries dangle in front of Troy, keeping him still with her furry arms. Her gaze was steady, never leaving Troy's own.

Troy felt dizzy at the proposition. "Yes. Yes, please, Mistress."

"Go ahead. I won't bite~" she grinned.

He took a step forward. Hesitating. A hand reaching forward before retracting slightly. Could this be a trap? Maybe. But is it worse to reject an offer like this? No. I'm not gonna overthink it. Just go with the flow, Troy. He moved his hand forward until soft paws met softer, fuller flesh. It was only now he realized how small he really was, with each breast the size of his own head. His paws grasping maybe a fifth of the surface area, and soon enveloped by fatty mass with the help of gravity.

He felt overwhelmed, but determined to take advantage of the opportunity, exploring and squeezing all around Mistress' foxy funbags. So soft and squishy, he thought, a small blush visible over his yellow cheek pouches. His heart raced and his dick went rigid. All the while, he dared not break eye contact with his Mistress, instead focusing on the tactile sensations by his fingertips alone. His digits shifted anteriorly, grazing her large pink nipples. Next, he-

Stop.

Immediately, he pulled back. He didn't even realize that Mistress' voice came from inside his head this time, her mouth not moving a muscle.

"Such a good boy," she reaffirmed, straightening her posture. "Did you enjoy playtime?"

Troy nodded slowly. "Yes, very much."

"Rest assured, there's more where that came from...as long as you keep obeying...my Toy." If she was aroused, she hid it well, except for what Troy noted was a slight increase in her breathing rate coupled with some deeper breaths. "Now that you've had your fun...let us continue. It's not long now."

"Yes, ma'am." Troy responded. He looked at his digits, this time tingling not with electricity, but with the familiar sensation of his Mistress and her sultry curves. Having been enriched by the experience, he took a moment to collect himself, making sure this would become a core memory to return to. Afterwards, he continued following the Delphox on his own two feet, nearing camp and about to run into one of the girls Mistress had mentioned...