Warning: This story contains a plethora of fetishes and kinks, and is not to be viewed by anyone under 18. Themes include: Sadomasochism, light bondage, oral sex, cunnilingus, spanking, homosexuality (mild), size-shaming, oral vore, humiliation, rimming. Masturbating with vines and general kinkiness. Please do not read if you are offended by any of these.
 
Three Seeds
 
“What is your ultimate sexual fantasy?”
 
It had all started a week ago, with a simple question, one which the Leafeon had thought Cyn would have already known the answer to. They had been friends, no, much more than friends, for years, and so the question came as something of a surprise, more-so than the time she had chosen to ask it. The Liepard had shown up long after his clinic had closed, the sight of her standing in the moonlight had been enough to wake him up. She refused to leave until he told her, and after refuting several lies the Leafeon had finally written his ultimate sexual fantasy for her.
 
She read it silently, and then she chuckled to herself as the Leafeon sat across the table, blushing and waiting for her response. She finally looked up at him, her green eyes locking onto him. “Wow… that’s kind of fucked up. I must be a worse influence than I thought.” she teased him.
 
“Sorry.” the Leafeon mumbled in response.
 
“Hey, it’s your fantasy. I’m not going to judge.” Cyn replied as she got up from the table and slipped the note into her bag, “I guess I should get going.”
 
“Wait, that’s all you came here for?” the Leafeon asked, “That seems like an odd reason to drop by so unexpectedly.”
 
“Just want to get a head start on something.” the Liepard replied, heading out the door whether the doctor continued talking or not. “Oh, and Leaf?”
 
“Yes Cyn?” the Leafeon asked.
 
“Save yourself for me.” she instructed him, her paw resting on the front door as she looked over her shoulder, “Don’t screw around, don’t get eaten, don’t jerk off until I tell you to. I know it can get lonely here, but you need to show some restraint.” she perked her ears, “you -can- do that for me, can’t you?”
 
“Y-yes Cyn.” the Leafeon replied, his voice cracking in surprise at the unusual question. Of course, the evening had already gotten him feeling as though he needed to tend to himself the moment the Liepard left the room.
 
“Good… keep your weekend open. Don’t make any plans.” the Liepard purred, pleased at the answer as she left the clinic, her dark chocolate scent still hanging in the air. The Leafeon struggled to sleep that night, too worked up from describing his sexual fantasies to the feline.
 
The week was painfully long. Cyn had been merciful enough to keep him out of working at the Den, though she had also been sure to tease him at every opportunity. He found himself constantly thinking about her, praying that the weekend would come sooner so he could see what she had planned. The more worked up he got, the more he noticed the rest of his team. Had the prospect of exploring his sexuality with his Umbreon friend Rune always been so alluring? Had he always craved to be pinned under Auric and Volt’s paws or been excited by the idea of being forced to service Malus and Spice at the same time? He found his vines wandering to the point he had to use his paws to keep them away from his nethers and sensitive tailhole, eventually he took up reading to try to distract himself… but Cyn was always there in the back of his mind, waiting, teasing him… until finally it was Friday night.
 
And there he was, standing before the doorway to his destiny. He had worn his white lab coat, as he always did even when he wasn’t working at the clinic, and had been sure to not make any plans for the weekend just as Cyn had asked. He made his way down the stairs into the black-tiled hallway of the Den. It seemed to stretch on forever as he searched, his eyes wandering over the doors as he tried to figure out which would lead to the Liepard.
 
“Leaf.”
 
Her voice stopped his heart. He turned speechless to the Liepard who had been mostly concealed by the shadows of the room she waited in. She said nothing else, she didn’t have to, she merely turned and walked into the room, and he followed her obediently into the shadows.
 
“No weekend plans?” Cyn asked, her voice echoing in the darkness around him, “Safe word?”
 
“Same as always.” the Leafeon let out a nervous chuckle before gulping back his awkwardness, “And n-none at all. I cleared my schedule.”
 
“Good. I didn’t want you to disappoint anyone.” the Liepard replied with a seedy chuckle. The lights came on, and finally the doctor could take in his surroundings. His eyes first locked onto the feline goddess in front of him, her reddish fur had been covered by a black leather corset, and thigh-high boots on all four paws. She wore a simple black leather collar around her neck with a red heart-shaped tag, the word ‘Mistress’ printed on it in a curvaceous font. Staring around the room he found whips and chains hanging off the walls, as well as a rack of items the Liepard could use on him, some of which he had never even seen before. In the center of the room was a wooden table that seemed to slope the further down it went… if the Leafeon had remembered his terminology correctly, it was called a ‘horse’.
 
“Lock the door.”
 
He did so, his heart racing as he placed the key in the pocket closest to it.
 
“Sit.”
 
Fwump. It was like he couldn’t control himself. His rear touched the cold tile floor, leaving him gasping and adjusting himself so his sack didn’t end up touching it too. Cyn watched him, her eyes narrowed as if he had wronged her as she began to circle around him. “...I’ve been reading what you wrote… if there’s anything you want to add to that…” she leaned in, her teeth trailing over one of his ears, “-extensive- list. Then now’s the time to bring it up.”
 
“Uuhh.” the Leafeon began, slowly regaining control of his throat as the Liepard circled him like a Sharpedo. She took deep breaths, drinking in his musk and arousal as she waited, “N-no, nothing I can think of.”
 
“I want tonight to be one you’ll remember for the rest of your life.” The Liepard told him, “If you have anything you want to do with me, or to me, this is your only chance. No holds barred, no questions asked.” she whispered in his ear, “Anything.”
 
“I-” the Leafeon stuttered as he second-guessed himself. The Liepard waited, green eyes locked onto his hazel ones. He bit his lip and shook his head, “The list is fine.”
 
“Your loss… mine too, I guess.” Cyn replied with a c’est-la-vie shrug. “Well, I guess I’d better get to the point then. You’re here because I wanted you to be, nothing more, nothing less.” the Liepard looked down at him, standing up straight, “This has been a long time coming, but I wanted to be sure before I approached you with the idea… Leaf, I want you to be my pet.”
 
“Your pet?” the Leafeon asked, his ears perking as he stared at her.
 
“I know we play games with each other, sometimes you call me ‘mistress’, it’s always been very cute.” Cyn explained as she moved away from him. As he got up to follow her she quickly shot a glare back at him. “Stay.” she hissed, and he did. She returned on her path, making her way to a crate and opening it up. Even from where he sat the Leafeon could see tens if not hundreds of collars, all with different tags, some dirty, some brand new. The Liepard chose one and began to move back towards him as she held it on her tail, “But I think it’s time we made it permanent. I want you, Leaf… and I don’t feel like sharing.”
 
“C-Cyn, I’m…” the Leafeon stuttered, his rapid beating heart and his throbbed shaft taking over his ability to think straight. Of course he wanted this, he had wanted it for years, to be closer to the Liepard than any other pokemon, to belong to her. Finally she stood before him, having taken off her front boots to hold the collar in her forepaws. He tilted his head up to expose his neck and accept her gracious offer.
 
“Good boy.” Cyn told him quietly as she slipped the collar around his neck. She fastened it tightly, choking him briefly before relaxing it to the point where it was firm, but the Leafeon could still breath. She smiled, admiring the leaf shaped tag as it dangled against his chest. “What a pretty boy.” she whispered, “How does it feel?”
 
“Right.” the Leafeon replied breathlessly, his paw reaching up to feel along the leather rim of his new collar. He smiled over at her, his blush travelling over his muzzle. “Thank you, Cyn. Thank you so much.”
 
“Mm..” Cyn replied, putting her boots back on. She leaned forward and nuzzled at his cheek affectionately, her eyes lidding as he gave him a look only lovers could share, “I just have few ground rules.”
 
Slam! The Leafeon was on his back, and the Liepard was pinning him under a single boot. Her green eyes burned with anger as she snarled down at him, “Don’t you DARE call me by my first name. I am your mistress and you will treat me with respect.”
 
“I-I’m so sorry, Mistress!” Leaf pleaded, finding himself more than intimidated by the sudden outburst. But among the intimidation, he couldn’t help but feel turned on… he had always loved this part of Cyn, the dominating, fiery side of her he only got to see when they ‘played’. Perhaps now that he was her pet, he would be seeing it more often.
 
“Second.” the Liepard continued, not even acknowledging his response as she glared down at him, “No clothes unless I tell you to wear them. You’re in my dungeon, you don’t get to decide what you wear.”
 
“O-of course, I’ll just-” the Leafeon struggled to get his coat off, only to let out a gasp as the Liepard lifted him up with her tail. Her scythe-like tip slipped around to his rear, running between his cheeks and brushing against his sack as her paws worked on forcefully removing the coat from him, to the point it seemed like she might tear it. For the first time since she began her tirade, she smiled at him.
 
“Third.” she began her final rule, carrying the Leafeon in her tail as she walked over to the crate she had retrieved his collar from previously. “Each of my pets must pass a test to prove their loyalty, stamina and… sexual abilities.” she purred seductively into the Leafeon’s ear. “You’ll have the chance to earn three seeds tonight, only one of which is a Reviver seed.” she smiled, “the other two are plain seeds. They won’t save you.”
 
“Save me?” he gulped, “From what?”
 
“Me, of course.” the Liepard told him gently, nuzzling at his cheek before giving his ear a hard bite, eliciting a moan of pleasure from her Leafeon pet, “After I’m done with you, I’m going to devour you. If you’re a good boy, you’ll go down in one piece, and you’ll have the chance to pick two seeds to follow you instead of one.” finally she opened the crate, revealing its contents… it was only now that the Leafeon was close enough to see the tags of the collars up close, his eyes scanned over the names of the pokemon they had previously belonged to. “Get it wrong and.. .well.” the Liepard tossed his coat in with the rest of the collars before closing it, revealing the silver plaque on the top of the crate; Used Pets.
 
The Leafeon shivered at the sight. His coat had been discarded like trash, and if he wasn’t careful, his collar would be joining it. His tail tucked between his legs, and he glanced back to his patient mistress. “You wouldn’t… do that to me, would you?”
 
“Leaf.” she smiled, her eyes flashing with delight as she planted a tender kiss on his forehead, “I would do -anything- to you. But I know you’re ready for this, our playtime has been plenty of training to get you ready for a task.” she smiled, “And just think… once you pass, you’ll belong to me forever. Nothing will come between us.”
 
“I-I’ll do whatever it takes, Mistress.” Leaf panted, staring into her eyes as his feet dangled off the floor. He had never knew the Liepard’s tail was so strong, though perhaps it was just that he was light.
 
“Good. I don’t want to have to find a replacement.” the cat purred as she began to nibble along his back, taking in his leaf salad flavour… but there was a hint of something else. Berries? How cute, he had gone to the trouble of marinating himself for her. She smiled as her tail curled around him possessively, “I don’t know if I ever told you about my last pet, did I?”
 
“No, Mistress.” the Leafeon replied, staying perfectly still for her until finally she put him down, her tail simply curling around his neck like a leash as she guided him over to the bondage horse, her corset shuffling against her fur with each step. Her way of leading him left his eyes locked to her exposed rear, giving him a good view of both her tailhole and her moist sex.
 
“He was this cute little Espeon guy. I think he might’ve been from Moss Rock too.” she mused, her eyes drifting to the ceiling as she told the story, “He was a real masochist, probably even more than you. He kept asking me to step on his junk and break his nose, he had so many bruises he could’ve passed for an Umbreon.” Cyn chuckled to herself as she looked back at him, “One day he decided he’d rather be cropped than whipped, so I spanked and ate his girly ass.” she frowned, “Argue with me, and I’m going to be picking your teeth out of my fur in no time. I don’t take shit from my pets.”
 
“O-of course, you shouldn’t have to.” The leafeon replied with a hurried nod.
 
“No one likes a suck-up, Leaf.” Cyn warned him, her eyes narrowing on the Leafeon before pushing him up against the horse, forcing him into a sitting position. She smiled as she stood before him, her tail raised to reveal her curvy rump and her front lowered. “But, since you like kissing my ass so much…” she purred, beginning to step backwards towards him.
 
The Leafeon didn’t protest, he simply accepted his duties as they were brought towards him. Soon the Liepard’s curves pressed against his face, his snout finding its rightful place between them as the cheeks went either side of his face, muffling the outside world. He inhaled her musky scent before panting as he allowed his tongue to escape his muzzle, daring to lick his mistress across her tailhole.
 
The cat moaned in enjoyment and pressed back firmly onto the Leafeon’s snout, forcing his muzzle in further as her cheeks touched the cold wooden side of the bondage horse the Leafeon was pinned to. He kept going, his tongue reaching deeper and deeper as Cyn’s claws dug into her boots. “G-good boy.” she encouraged him, wiggling her rear to coax more of the licks out of him.
 
The doctor turned pet was happy to oblige and eager to please, his tailhole circling the tailhole before plunging itself back into it. His paws came up either side of him and rested on the rear, giving it a squeeze as he moaned out.
 
“NO!” she snapped. A sharp pain ran through him, starting at the tip of his tail and ending at its base. He felt a heavy boot come down on his ass, feeling as though it were hard enough to leave a mark as the Liepard snarled at him, “Did I give you permission to touch it?”
 
“Mmhh..” the Leafeon responded, letting out a muffled apology before gasping for breath as the rear moved away from him, “C- Mistress! W-wait! I’m sorry, I won’t do it again.”
 
“Damn straight you won’t. I should’ve known you needed some obedience training.” The Liepard snarled, her tail lashing in the air as she stormed across to the rack. The Leafeon’s eyes widened as his mistress began to look through her weapons, giving a paddle a practice swing before taking out a crop and flourishing with it, her eyes occasionally snapping back to him to check his reaction to each. “Get on the horse, you pig.” she growled, “I’ll be over in a minute. Don’t you dare move.”
 
The Leafeon timidly climbed up onto the horse, struggling a bit before finally managing to pull up his hind legs. He laid prone, his heart racing as the feline dominatrix left his sight. He could hear her heavy bootsteps as they moved across the tile floor, coming back in his direction. “You’re trying my patience, Leaf. Maybe this’ll teach you to keep your paws to yourself.” she snarled, he shut his eyes as he waited for his punishment.
 
Click. The handcuffs bound his forepaws together and held them against his front. He opened his eyes, a little surprised he had gotten off so easy. “Get comfortable, those are staying on for the rest of the night.” Cyn told him, giving his ass a single slap with her paw. It seemed she had taken off the boots on her forepaws once more, though this time they were staying off. “Roll onto your front.”
 
The Leafeon awkwardly shifted over onto his front, the light directly above the horse blinding him momentarily before his eyes adjusted to it. Cyn climbed up with the grace one would expect from a feline and loomed over him, as dominant as ever. “Time to earn your first seed, little guy.” she purred into his ear as her paw reached to her corset and patted it gently, revealing a hidden pocket with a bulge just big enough to be a seed. “It’s a pretty easy challenge, one to test your endurance… I’m going to blow you and you, no matter what I do, must not cum.”
 
“O-oh…” the leafeon smiled sheepishly. He was almost willing to forfeit the seed outright, having no confidence he would manage such a feat. He was already rock hard from their interactions so far, he had never seen Cyn like this… but it was exactly how he had -wanted- to see her.
 
“Heh, yeah… good luck, I guess.” she purred as she moved her muzzle down to his lap. She let her muzzle hover before his shaft for a moment, her warm breath blowing against it as she breathed in his musk. “...Snnrk.” she snickered.
 
“Wh-what’s so funny?” the Leafeon asked, hearing the snicker from his crotch.
 
“Did you spill minun berry juice on it?” the Liepard grinned up at him as her paw ran over his crotch. “Come on, it looks like the rest of you evolved but your dick got left behind. Do we need to go to Moss Rock so you can hump the boulder that made you evolve into a Leafeon?”
 
“H-hey now.” the Leafeon blushed, covering his face with his paws the best he could with the restraints attached to them. His hind legs tucked together to hide it, but the Liepard’s paws quickly intercepted them and spread them open, revealing the Leafeon’s shaft to the room. In truth, it wasn’t small, it was easily average sized… but, Leaf had made a request, and the Liepard wanted to fill it.
 
“It’s just so… small. You couldn’t fuck a Dedenne with that little prick.” the Liepard continued to tease him, her muzzle blowing warm air on his balls as her nose pressed to his dick, “Hey, little guy, wanna go on an adventure into my mouth?” she giggled. “Hold on, let me get the seed, I want to see which is bigger.”
 
“I-it’s not that small.” the Leafeon tucked his ears back, a blush forming over his muzzle as his shaft throbbed in excitement from all the teasing. Maybe he could’ve used a squirt of Plusle berry juice before he left.
 
“Alright, alright, stop dripping pre on my nose, you little bitch… pfft, ‘Little’.” Cyn snickered, trying to get back into character. Her eyes lidded as she ran her flat tongue over the side of his cock before taking the tip into her muzzle and sucking it. “Mmph~”
 
“Aah!” The Leafeon gasped as his member was introduced to the warm, dark cavern of his mistress’ maw. He rested his head back, the light shining in his eyes as he squirmed with his hips, trying to contain himself whilst also remaining still for the Liepard.
 
Cyn took the entire shaft into her maw, and then she began to purr into it, sending vibrations through his meat and into his sack. She bobbed her head, bouncing it against his shaft as she left strings of drool either side of it. After a long week of being denied, it was already aching for release, the Leafeon bit his lip, trying to avoid giving in.
 
The Liepard chuckled, knowing how close he was. The sounds he made, the way his short fur stood on end, and of course how swollen his balls were as she rolled them skillfully in her paws. She looked up at him, her eyes locked onto his in a silent challenge. ‘Do it, you pussy. Cum for me.’
 
Her bounces became more forceful as she let the Leafeon’s tip enter her throat, her tongue running over every inch of it and causing more sweet moans to escape from his mouth. He was sure that the entire Den could hear him with how the walls of the room echoed, but he didn’t care, he was telling the world how much he loved his mistress… and in a second of letting his guard down, he showed it too. His seed gushed from his tip as he let out a silent cry, his toes curling as he desperately wished she could take it back. Throb after throb, wave after wave, a week’s worth of cum was gone in an instant down the Liepard’s throat.
 
Cyn pulled back and licked her lips clean of the stray seed that escaped her muzzle. She smiled at the grass-type and shook her head, “I sincerely hope that wasn’t the Reviver seed you just lost, my little Leafeon slave.”
 
“I-I couldn’t stop it.” he panted, trying to catch his breath after his orgasm. “Y-you’re just too good.”
 
“Well, I suppose I -did- make you celibate for a whole week, and from how much there was I’ll say you kept to your word. I should’ve made you wear a chastity belt just to be sure though.” she smiled coyly as she nuzzled him. Her muzzle opened and locked with his, forcing him into a deep kiss as she rested her body over his small frame. Her tongue wandered around his muzzle, giving him a taste of his own seed. Finally she pulled away, smiling down at him as she grinded her sex against his still stiff member, “Maybe you can find some way to earn it back… but for now, you’ve got a 1 in 2 chance of picking the right seed.. And a 1 in 3 chance the seed isn’t even among the two you’ll get to choose from.”
 
“S-so, what’s the next challenge, mistress?” the Leafeon asked, looking up at his mistress as he panted and sweated beneath her.
 
“You’re going to have another shot at my sex… no grabbing this time, alright?” Cyn purred as she climbed off of him and used her paws to roll him back onto his front. She then moved to his muzzle and sat before him, her forepaws behind her to prop her up while her back legs spread to reveal her sex to the Leafeon, only inches from his muzzle. “I… ‘lost’ the second seed in there, all you need to do is get it out with your tongue.”
 
“O-oh.” Leaf looked up at her, a blush forming over his muzzle. It sounded easier than his last challenge at least.
 
“Just don’t make me orgasm, Leaf… I get hungry when I’m not horny.” the Liepard smirked down at him. As the rule was set in place her paw moved to set the Leafeon in his, which was pressed up against her with his muzzle in her cooch. “You have three minutes.”
 
The Leafeon didn’t want to waste any time, he -had- to find that seed, but he also couldn’t afford to go too hard on the cat. Cyn had never come across as sensitive to her, she had a sensible amount of stamina, perhaps even more than average given the nature of her business. He slipped his tongue between her folds and began to search with it in broad, loving slurps.
 
The Liepard purred in enjoyment, her paws idly petting over the Leafeon’s ears as he went about his work. “I’m going to miss you so much, Leaf.” she purred to him, taunting him with his fate even as he struggled to save himself, “Where am I going to go when I have a stressful day? Hmm, maybe I’ll get a Flareon, probably wouldn’t be so obvious if they end up with a cherry red ass.”
 
Leaf shuddered at the taunting, his tail tucked between his legs as he continued, staying precise in his search, though he could already feel the juices dripping onto his tongue and snout. Cyn was more excited than he had expected, it almost felt like a compliment. “So easily flustered too… hff… remember when I tied you up and left you in that closet? I didn’t even have to do anything, when I came back you were rock hard and ready for me.” she purred gently, her voice shaking from his licks, “Oooh, Leaf~”
 
As much as he loved the sounds of his mistress moaning, the Leafeon knew it meant he didn’t have much longer to search. He felt something firm against the tip of his tongue, and he leaned forward to see if he could draw it into his maw with a lick. The dominatrix let out a cry of pleasure and fell onto her back, both her paws pressing down on his head and forcing him against the spot. The doctor blushed, quickly realizing he had found her clitoris, and she wasn’t about to let him stop pleasuring it.
 
Juices began to spurt either side of his face, leaving his muzzle damp and strange flavours resting on his tongue. He was almost out of time, Cyn was edging on release. He’d be going down with only one seed, or perhaps with none at all, he could hear her breathing rapidly as her heart raced. Suddenly he felt something against his nose, something firm and slick! He curled his tongue around it and rapidly retreated his muzzle from the quivering folds, the seed in his mouth and the Liepard on her back, defeated and flustered as she panted and moaned.
 
“Spit it out.” she managed between breaths, and the Leafeon did so onto the padded top of the horse. His eyes widened in glee as he saw it, it was unmistakable.
 
“Th-that last seed must have been one of the plain ones, this is a Reviver seed!” the Leafeon cheered, glancing up at his mistress as his leaf tail wagged back and forth behind him. It was so exciting, he had never felt so alive!
 
Slap. The paw came across his face, leaving him falling back against the horse. He groaned and tried to move his shackled forepaws to tend to the cheek, only to have his collar grabbed and pulled forward, forcing his muzzle against the slick seed. “What did you just say?” The Liepard hissed in his ear, back to her dominant self.
 
“I-It’s a Reviver seed.” the Leafeon repeated nervously.
 
“And you can tell just by looking at it?” the Liepard shook her head, “Heh, me forgetting that you’re a doctor of berry science. I guess you -would- know how to tell the difference between a plain seed and a Reviver seed.” the cat said, her paws resting on the back of the Leafeon’s head as she pinned him down, “Now… what to do about that?” she mused, “You’ve already lost use of your paws… maybe it’s time you lost your sight too?”
 
The doctor didn’t get a say in it, as the Liepard sat down on top of him to prevent him from escaping, pinning him under her full weight as her pussy dripped its juices onto his fur. The world around the Leafeon quickly turned from red fur and cream, heart-shaped spots to darkness as his mistress tied the blindfold.
 
“Can you see anything?” She asked.
 
“Nothing at all.” he replied honestly.
 
“Good. I guess that just leaves your final challenge then.” the Liepard purred, “You know you’ve got a Reviver seed, I guess that means you’ll be safe if you fail this challenge, right?” ...she didn’t wait for a response, instead she dug her claws into the pokemon’s skinny form as she continued, “Well, because you’ve been such a bad boy tonight, I’m going to make things more… interesting.”
 
The Leafeon could feel himself being turned, suddenly his hind legs were dangling over the edge of the horse, exposing his rear to whatever was behind him. He felt the Liepard’s paw run over it, following its curve before retreating back and giving him a sharp spank, causing him to yelp. His tail curled down to guard his rear, but the Liepard simply tied it back to his collar with some rope.
 
“We’re going from three seeds to five seeds.” she explained slowly, her voice seeming to come from everywhere as her footsteps echoed around the room, leaving the Leafeon with no idea where she was. “I’m going to give you one hundred spanks across your ass. For each twenty you take, one seed will be removed.” she smiled, “if you manage to take all one hundred without crying, you’ll get to go down with just the Reviver seed… sound like a deal, Leaf?”
 
“I-it sounds like a lot.” the Leafeon panted.
 
“They’ll fly by… and don’t worry about getting bored, I’ve got plenty of tools to keep it interesting.” she purred. Her paw once again brushed over his rear, “Let’s start with the paw, shall we? Nice and old fashioned. Just like when you were a naughty eevee.” ..and so, the Liepard begun her assault with a single strike.
 
Whap. Whap. Whap! The leafeon’s rear jiggled back with each smack, and the grass-type let out yelps and yipes with each blow. His member began to stiffen once more, pinning between him and the cushioned surface beneath him, though the pain on his cheeks was enough to distract him from his aching member. Soon they were up to ten, and his rear was already stinking and covered in red pawprint shaped marks.
 
“Eighteen, Nineteen, Twenty.” Cyn chimed, giving him one final slap for good measure before leaning forward and giving his butt a little kiss, causing him to moan in response. “That’s one seed gone, you’re down to four… think you can keep going, Leaf?”
 
“Ahhhhhaha…” the Leafeon managed. He could feel a lump forming in his throat… the pain, the humiliation. He desperately wished he could at least rub his rear with his paws, but they were firmly handcuffed and weren’t moving anywhere soon.
 
“Good.. here comes my favourite.” her voice chimed, giggling a little at the response the Leafeon had given her. He began to wonder what she meant by it, though soon he felt something slender running over his rear, its cool surface almost made it pleasant as it glided over the wounded area, only to be brought away.
 
Swat! The riding crop whipped against his rear, leaving a more intense, more focused stinging sensation. “Yeowch!” the Leafeon yelped out, causing the Liepard to laugh as she gave him a few more swats, the ‘swish’ of it soaring through the air before finding its place on the Leafeon’s cheeks whistled in his ears.
 
“Not a fan, huh? Heh, I guess it’s not for everyone.” she chuckled in amusement. The riding crop began to alternate cheeks, whipping at each and barely allowing the Leafeon a moment to yelp before it came down on the next one, “We’ll switch out after ten… I’ve lost count though, guess we’ll have to start over.”
 
Whip! Whip! Swat! Swipe! The Leafeon was on the verge of breaking down, but he knew he couldn’t, he still had another ten to go after the Liepard had finished with her crop. His rear was hot, and stung as though he had been there for hours. Cyn was efficient in her strikes, she always managed to find the spot that was just about to stop hurting and make it sting once more. He could hear her breathing though, she was getting tired… if he could just hold on a little more.
 
“Mm, that’s going to leave a mark… make sure you wear an extra long lab coat for a couple of days, alright Leaf?” the Liepard teased him as she caught her breath. It seemed her favourite tool had done its job, and he could feel as she placed it alongside him on the horse. “Now… ten with -your- favourite.”
 
The Leafeon didn’t even have to ask, though he did brace himself against the horse as he awaited it. The first firm swat came, the paddle held a lot more weight than the other methods the Liepard had used so far, and it spread across both his cheeks. He let out a moan, pre leaking onto his belly as Cyn chuckled, “Who deserves a paddling?”
 
“M-me.” the Leafeon panted. Another strike from the paddle confirmed his suspicion, leaving him gasping the Liepard began a rhythm. Slap, slap, slap, the Leafeon’s rear bounced with each blow, getting redder to the point it seemed like it was glowing.
 
“Yeah you do, you little bitch.” the Liepard smirked, striking him again with the paddle, aiming specifically for one rear and performing a quick follow-up smack at the other, “Look at that thing bounce. I guess you can have a tiny dick if you have a big bubble butt instead.”
 
“O-oh!” the Leafeon moaned at the smacks, unable to even fight back or answer his mistress as she brought the paddle down onto his rear, and then stopped. “W-was that ten?” he asked, sniffling a little as a tear soaked into his blindfold.
 
“It was… three seeds, just like you wanted from the start.” the Liepard replied, her weapon of choice rattling to the floor as she dropped it. “I heard you sniffle though. Guess that means we’ve found your limit.” she chuckled. “Fourty… not bad. It’s about what most of my clients can handle.” she said, her paw pressing to his rear and causing it to sting once again, “That’s one tenderized tush. Me without my camera.”
 
“I-I’m so turned on right now.” the Leafeon managed, struggling in his restraints. The Liepard was kind enough to remove his handcuffs and the thread tying his tail, but not his blindfold. He found himself turned, and somehow he knew he was facing her. His rear was then forced to the padded top of the horse, causing him to gasp in pain at first before gritting his teeth and adjusting himself to try to sit on the less damaged part of his ass.
 
He could hear her paws shuffling against the surface of the horse, three seeds were placed before him. With his blindfold he couldn’t tell what they looked like, and reviver seeds didn’t differ in scent or touch from plain seeds. “You’ve been a good boy, Leaf, and a lot of fun.” Cyn’s voice spoke to him in a whisper, “But you’ve also disobeyed me a few times tonight… you’re only going to get one choice. Which seed do you want? Left, middle, right?”
 
This was the moment he had been both anticipating and dreading; choosing the seed that would seal his fate. He knew Cyn would never do anything to hurt him, but he also knew that she wouldn’t ignore his wishes. He had wanted it to be risky, it made it exciting, his safe word was always there if he changed his mind. He pressed his nose to each of them, pondering how to proceed.
 
After a moment of silence he looked up at her, the blindfold still covering his face. “There’s only one Reviver seed?” he asked, wanting to be sure he understood the rules.
 
“Yep. One Reviver seed, two plain seeds.” the Liepard told him softly, “If you need time to think about this-”
 
“The left.” he interrupted her.
 
“...Just like that, you suddenly know?” Cyn asked, “Explain yourself, pet.”
 
“It’s simple… I don’t really care which one I end up choosing.” Leaf replied, his paw resting on his blindfold and adjusting it as he moved his paw towards the seed on the left, “I know that the longer I hesitate, the more likely I am to back out of this… but I don’t want to run away. I want to be your pet, and I don’t care how that happens.” he smiled, “No matter if this is a Reviver seed or a plain seed, I want to spend the rest of my life with you, Cyn.”
 
“That’s stupid… but very sweet of you to say, Leaf.” she replied, giving him an affectionate kiss on the cheek, taking the seed as she did so. Once it was curled up in her paw she took off the Leafeon’s blindfold and rested his head against her chest, allowing him to hear the beat of her heart and the growls of her slender stomach below. “My belly wants to know if she can meet the sexy piece of ass I’ve been working all night.”
 
“Let’s not keep her waiting then. I’m her pet as much as I am yours.” the Leafeon smiled warmly, leaning in for another kiss. His mistress’ mouth yawned open, revealing her pink maw and the dark passage of her throat and the frame of her pearly white teeth. The Leafeon stared into it for a moment before feeling himself slowly guided into it by his predators paws.
 
Cyn had been right before, the Leafeon had definitely added something to his fur. It now had a mild mixed-fruit flavour along with his natural salad one, and her tongue wandered eagerly to try to determine the exact fruits in the blend. Apple, strawberry, cherry, the Leafeon tasted like the best parts of all of them, and all she had eaten so far was his head. She took her first gulp, dragging it into her throat so she could work on his slender chest. Her throat was tighter than usual thanks to the leather collar around her neck, but it wouldn’t save the Leafeon, she had made sure it would be just loose enough for him to pass through.
 
She could feel him struggling already, playfully fighting back against her jaws. It was no use though; she was a powerful, well-seasoned predator and he was a meager prey with a sore ass and a stiff, aching cock. The Leafeon was well-seasoned too, of course, just not in the same way she was. Another gulp brought the Leafeon in up to his stomach, his legs kicking as his forepaws disappeared into her maw. He could feel the collar binding him in place, forcing him to look down at the path ahead while the Liepard tasted him… until finally, she took it off to allow him to slip an inch further, teasing him with another wet gulp.
 
The Leafeon wasn’t the only pokemon who had to save themselves that week. Cyn had refused to eat prey, sticking to nothing but bread, salads and pasta where she could find it. It hadn’t been easy, Malus had constantly been taunting her about ‘going soft’ and her status at the Den had been reduced to being ‘mostly prey’. But now she could get them back. If this weren’t Leaf’s special night she might have called him a starter and hunted down the Persian to be the main course… but she didn’t want Leaf’s night to be ruined by having to share a stomach with another pokemon.
 
As his member landed on her tongue and his jaws spread around his rear the Liepard suddenly recalled she hadn’t given the Leafeon his well-earned seed yet. With a teasing nibble to the Leafeon’s red cheeks she slipped the seed between them, causing him to let out a muffled cry of pleasure somewhere deep inside of her as the seed entered his tailhole. It wasn’t particularly hard to push in though, the Liepard began to wonder if he had cheated on his part of the deal. She decided to give him a slap on each cheek with her paw for good measure before gulping to turn his butt into a bulge in her neck. Her corset went from sexy attire to an uncomfortable inconvenience, as the doctor started to enter her gut the laces that bound it together began to break one by one until finally it fell off altogether. Cyn shrugged it off, she could always fix it later, her meal was far too important to let some broken equipment upset her.
 
Now all that remained were his adorable paws and his long, leafy tail. She had never noticed before, but the leafy appendage tasted almost exactly like mint, it would probably leave her breath fresh after finishing her meal. Leaf really had been destined to be food, even his body betrayed him. She could feel him reaching his second climax as his head entered her stomach, his seed splattering over his front and dripping down until it reached his face. Her stomach growled lowly, and she placated it with a final slurp and a swallow to send her pet to his fate.
 
Leaf entered her stomach with a slosh and quickly turned himself around the right way. His paws were finally free to tend to his rear, and more importantly the seed inside of it. He panted and leaned back, adjusting himself as the stomach churned around him. “I-I love you, Cyn.”
 
“I love you too, Leaf.” Cyn replied, kissing the top of her bulging stomach and rubbing it with her paws. “You really were a wonderful pet, and a perfect meal.” she said before feeling the pressure in her stomach beginning to rise up to her chest. She opened her mouth and let out a long belch to release the trapped air, only to swallow down some fresh air to replace it.
 
“Heh, ‘were’? Don’t you mean ‘are’?” the Leafeon grinned sheepishly as he adjusted himself inside her. Even as the stomach pushed and rolled him around in response to the Liepard’s probing paws, he couldn’t help but wonder what she meant.
 
“Mmm… oh, you don’t know?” the Liepard asked with a delicate purr, finding the bulge of his head before giving it an affectionate rub between the ears, “You picked a plain seed, Leaf… you didn’t honestly think I’d notice you sniffing around for the scent of my pussy, did you?” she chuckled at the thought, “It was a clever attempt, knowing the seed you found during that challenge was a Reviver seed meant that the only one it could be would be the one that smelled like my cunt… I guess you didn’t plan on me giving them all some time up there while you were blindfolded, did you?”
 
“I-I guess not.” Leaf replied with a nervous chuckle, his paws rubbing the stomach wall, “So, um, I guess this is it, huh? ...wow, what a way to go.”
 
“Hey, you were the one who wanted the danger… the odds weren’t exactly in your favour either.” the Liepard purred, running her tongue over her paws to taste them before laying on her side and curling around her bulging gut, “Mmm… I can still taste you, you know. It’s like you’re still in my mouth, moaning and squirming.”
 
“Oooh…” the Leafeon moaned, reaching his paw down to his aching member. It was sore, just like the rest of him, but if the Liepard was telling the truth it would hardly matter in a couple of hours. He began to paw himself furiously, already at full mast from his recent orgasm, “A-ah, Cyn~”
 
“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you get back to the clinic… I’ve even leave out a sign.” she wiggled her hips playfully, causing her gut to slosh and bounce, “‘The Doctor is In’... I’m sure they’ll figure out what it means once they go into your bathroom.” she purred, rubbing her belly vigorously, “You want me to go into more detail?”
 
“P-please.” the Leafeon begged her, shooting pre over his paw as two of his vines slipped out from his leaves and wrapped around him, one slipping itself between his fuzzy cream cheeks and probing at his tailhole while the other coiled around his upper half, gripping him tightly to bind him in such a way that his forepaws were locked into place, forcing him to masturbate until he orgasmed again.
 
“Heh, alright… well, once that was done I’d probably get a lot of questions about where you went, and I’d be perfectly honest with them. I might even share that little guide you wrote for me, make it a special at the Den so other visitors could try their luck.” Cyn chuckled, pressing her paws against the stomach as it gurgled around groaned around the Leafeon, rolling him in its juices, “I’m going to have to find somewhere nice to put your collar though, maybe I’ll start a hall of fame? That way everyone could read about what a little bitch you were before someone finally digested you.”
 
“O-Oh Arceus, Cyn!” the doctor moaned, the vine in his tailhole thrusting harder as the other came up to his mouth, forcing him to suck on its tip. He did so eagerly, his paw throbbing and his heart racing as he edged on the third climax of the night, and perhaps the last one he would ever know.
 
“Honestly? This is exactly how I thought it’d end. From the moment I met you, I knew someday you’d pull something like this.” the Liepard purred down at him, “But I didn’t want to stop you… after all, the Den caters to all interests, no matter how ill-advised they are. I guess you’ll be a cautionary tale from here on out~”
 
“Mmmph!” the Leafeon moaned, the Liepard’s teasing had worked him up into a frenzy of pent-up frustration. The final nail in the coffin came as he felt her wandering paws brush over his crotch, only to pause and press down firmly on his member, rubbing the slick stomach wall against it.
 
“Cum for me, Leaf.” She whispered. Not being one to deny an order from his mistress the Leafeon let out a muffled moan and fired his load, splattering over his front with his warm sticky jizz. The vines in his mouth and ass retreated, leaving him panting in exhaustion as he tried to roll himself back into a sitting position, though the stomach continued to work against him, moving him however it saw fit to make it easier to feed his mistress. Cyn chuckled to herself before smiling, “Is there anything you’d like to say, Parsley?”
 
“Chesto.” the Leafeon panted in response. He hated having to use his safeword, but he knew the Liepard was done too. She always called him by his first name when she was uncomfortable, in a way it was her safeword, though she would never admit to it. “W-were you being serious about the seeds?”
 
“They were all reviver seeds, you doof.” the Liepard replied, breaking her act as she ran her paws lovingly over her belly, “I know you like the whole ‘danger’ thing, I just wanted to make sure you got what you wanted.”
 
“I-I did, this night has been perfect.” the Leafeon panted as he rubbed the stomach walls in response, trying to keep up with her paws as they moved over his form and soothed the growling gut around him. “I-I’m sorry we had to stop early, I didn’t think about how… exhausting it would be.”
 
“Well, I’ll save what you wrote down. We can do the rest of it another night.” the Liepard purred teasingly as she got up, beginning to walk as her belly swayed back and forth underneath her. She opened up the box and took out the doctor’s lab coat before using the key in the pocket to unlock the door. She could clean up the mess they had made tomorrow, for now she just wanted to get back home and relax with her full gut.
 
She hadn’t been completely lying though, she made sure that Leaf got back home. She hung up his lab coat and ended up falling asleep on his bed. The next morning she woke up early and, after completing her morning routines, she made her way back to town, leaving a sign on the clinic’s front door for all to see.
 
‘The Doctor is In’
 
She just hoped he would revive before he got any visitors.