>>49798036“Voivoivoi…” She moans, rubbing her face against yours, the brushing of fur on skin is blissful. You cuddle often, so the feeling is cozy and familiar. She smells of the outdoors, of grass and spring winds and sunshine. You have no idea how her keen noise can stand your human smell, but she has never seemed disgusted by you (except that one time she told you to take a bath). She lifts her face from yours, and ruffles your hair with her paw. It is a surprisingly human gesture and you return it, mussing up her fur just the smallest bit and making her laugh. She then leaps to the bed, her strong legs allowing her to almost fly across the room. She flips herself in the air and lands softly on the bed.
“Show off!” You laugh affectionately. A slight smile crosses her muzzle, she knows her grace impresses you. Then she narrows her eyes and pats a part of the bed with her paw. She has long ago mastered the art of communicating without words, but still you wonder: how can an Eevee have a sexy expression that translates so perfectly to a human? And why does it turn you on so much? You sit on the bed next to her.
“Eevee!” She places a paw on your stomach, and with a surprising amount of strength she pushes to lower you down to the bed. She jumps unto your stomach, staring into your eyes one more time, her tail wagging at a speed that almost moves the bed itself. She leans down, and whispers her name into your ear, somehow crossing the language barrier entirely. It is as if she is telling you everything she has planned for you, and you feel your pants getting tighter. A drop of wetness hits your shirt. Anyone who said Pokemon can’t blush was wrong. With one last, quick kiss, she backs up and places a paw on the tent in your plants, her smile that of one who knows they are are in complete control.
