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Flynn and Umbre finally move towards reconciliation.

TRIGGER WARNING! Contains: hypnosis, masturbation, memory play, Master/slave, chronic pain, groping, hypnotic triggers

Flynn, Umbre, etc. are characters made by me, based off of characters in the Pokémon universe owned by GameFreak and Nintendo. I do not claim rights to characters such as Flareon, Umbreon, etc.

By PseudonymousUmbreon. If you wish to use or reference my work and/or my characters, please contact me first.

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Ask Me Nicely

Coevolution Ch.14

Nothing like the beast inside

Pursues me such that I can't hide

Watching myself die at my own paw

The parasite that no one sees

No relief, I'm barely free

From the animal I can only call

A big, bad wolf...

Not their best lyrics, to be honest. Does paw even rhyme with call? Flynn scratched out the verse on the notepad sitting on their knee. Nah. They ain't keeping that.

Flynn laid Charlie to rest in his case and slid him under their bed, then made their way to the common room couch. Jonah's open bedroom door made it feel like the void was seeping into the rest of the dorm room, and Flynn wanted to counteract it with some presence.

Their phone buzzed. A few messages were sitting in their inbox, apparently.

» Docs say Jo can come home at 7

» Vics gonna drive us

» See u soon <3

Flynn couldn't help but smile. They were horribly tired, maybe knowing Jonah was coming home would stop their brain from keeping them up. So much for relieving their shift to let them sleep. Not that that was Val's fault.

Good to hear «

Love you Val «

They swiped to the next conversation.

» You awake?

It was Umbre.

Yeah, why «

» Can I come over?

Unexpected--but not necessarily unwelcome. They could use the company.

Sure «

Flynn sighed. This probably wasn't the best idea, given the emotional state they were in, but at this point, they were kinda desperate for any amount of attention.

They steeled themself to stand, then pulled themself up, swaying a bit before feeling ready to walk anywhere. The residence hall doors locked at night, and Flynn would have to let Umbre in--which meant they had a trip to make.

They grabbed the slick, black plastic cane that rested just inside the door and hobbled to the lobby. It was colder than the hallways were; the twin set of glass double doors served as an airlock to people, but had no difficulties letting the chilling November air in. They shivered, cursing themself for having to deal with cold in the first place. Bullshit, all of it was.

Umbre was waiting in the pseudo-airlock and watched as they approached. Flynn unlatched the door, and Umbre pulled it the rest of the way open.

"I didn't know you had one of those," Umbre said, casting a glance at the cane.

"Hello to you too," Flynn muttered, turning around and starting back toward the dorm.

Umbre moved up to walk beside them. "I mean, I think it's cool. I just didn't know about it."

"Yeah, my joints suck." Flynn unlocked the hallway door with their phone. They attempted to pull the door open before realizing their arm was about ready to give out. "You mind?"

"Not at all." Umbre pulled the door open with ease and motioned Flynn through like a very flamboyant butler. It was almost cute.

"...thanks."

They made their way to Flynn's dorm in silence and rested themselves in the common room, Flynn on the couch once more, and Umbre sitting in the chair next to Flynn's head. Umbre stared at the wall intently, their yellow eyes betraying no sign of emotion except contemplation.

"What's up?" Flynn asked, begging for the silence to break.

Umbre sighed. "I saw you. At Grace's thing today. And I guess I missed you. Enough that I couldn't sleep." They paused. "I think... I forgive you."

"What?" was the only word that Flynn could manage.

"For everything. I'm just... I'm tired of holding a grudge, I'm tired of acting like I hate you, I'm tired of every time we talk becoming an argument, I just... I wanna be friends again. And I hope you can forgive me, too."

The silence returned, but Flynn's mind filled it instantly. This was what they'd been needing, for a year. Forgiveness. And a return to what had once been. But what they had had with Umbre was what had led to the rift between them in the first place. So... was it worth it? To put it all aside and risk the chance of another catastrophic failure?

The Umbreon sat there, quietly. Waiting for Flynn to say something. In truth, they had missed Umbre, more than anything. To see them around on campus was a day ruined, spiraling into depression as they were reminded of how much they had so royally fucked up. Now they were being given a chance to have them back in their life, but would things ever be the same?

And despite all their concerns, why did their mind seem to finally be screaming to say yes?

"Okay."

Umbre looked up, gazing into their eyes. "Really?" A hint of a blush appeared on Umbre's cheeks.

"Yeah. I... I forgive you too. For everything. I wanna have you back in my life, I... I have for a year."

Umbre let out a heavy breath of air. "You have no idea how much I've wanted to know that." A smile spread across their face. It was adorable.

Flynn willed themself to sit up and meet Umbre's eye level. "I'm sorry, for all the pain I've caused you, I--"

Umbre shook their head and snapped out their paw, tapping three fingers together twice. "No, it's okay. Really. I... I'm learning to communicate. It's not your fault I don't like butt stuff." Flynn couldn't help but laugh, and Umbre joined in. "I like being touched, just not there."

Flynn's laughter turned nervous. Wait, was that an invitation? "I--"

"Please?"

Ah, what the hell.

"Get over here, you kinky motherfucker," Flynn said, motioning for Umbre to join them on the couch. Umbre happily obliged, resting themself in the crook of Flynn's arm and reclining their legs on the pillows that laid on the other end.

Flynn moved their paw and was going to pull down Umbre's pants when Umbre grabbed their wrist. "N-no," they said, unsteadily. "Just... just grope my bulge please."

The Flareon was taken aback, but nodded, resting their paw between Umbre's legs. It was warm, warmer than Flynn was, and they could feel Umbre's cock twitching and reacting to their touch. It wasn't something they had ever done before--it was weird, and the texture of Umbre's sweatpants got in the way of the full experience of touching someone's cock, but it was fun in its own way.

Umbre definitely enjoyed it, at least, judging by the light moan that escaped their lips. Flynn remembered that Umbre got riled up quickly, but they were still surprised by how hard and evidently horny Umbre was already. They gave Umbre's cock a light squeeze, and the moan came again, this time louder.

The Umbreon's eyes met the Flareon's, and for the first time in a year, Flynn remembered why they had fallen in love to begin with. The way that Umbre stared up at them in complete adoration--it was a look that had captured them long ago, and it had captured them once again.

But this time, it was different.

The ring on Umbre's forehead was glowing a brilliant blue. Did that always happen when Umbre was horny? Flynn didn't think so, and besides--that would be embarrassing, if you started glowing every time you got a boner. They looked on, fascinated by the glow, wanting to know more about what was causing it.

Umbre smiled. "I learned a few things since the last time we did stuff like this. Squeeze me again."

Flynn did, without thinking, and another moan rang through the air. They kept staring at Umbre's forehead. The glow was so pretty, almost prettier than Umbre was.

"Are you into hypnosis, Flynn? Hell, do you even know what's happening?" Umbre smirked, caressing Flynn's chin with a paw that glowed with the same intensity, which only drew Flynn's focus even more toward the alluring blue light. "It's okay. You can tell me."

Flynn struggled to form words. "H... hyp... wha...?" It was as if their entire field of vision had turned blue, that lovely bright blue.

Suddenly, Umbre snapped a paw in front of Flynn's face. "Hey. Wake. Wake up. C'mon."

Sunlight was streaming through the dorm window. Flynn's phone was ringing, the caller ID showing a picture of Val smiling at the camera.

«Answer your phone,» Umbre signed. They were still snuggled up against Flynn.

«...uh, yeah.» They sluggishly reached for their phone and slid to answer the call. "Hey, what's up?"

"I texted you, but I figured you were asleep or something. I wanted to let you know we're on the way back, should be about twenty minutes. Jonah's super tired, and I don't have the app to get in the building, so Imma need you to let us in."

"Yeah, okay. Will do."

"Thanks babe. See you soon. Love you!"

"Love you too."

Val hung up, and Umbre looked at Flynn quizzically.

«Val and Jonah will be here in twenty minutes. I gotta let them in,» Flynn signed back, then paused. "I don't know sign language."

Umbre burst out laughing. "No, you don't, and that was fucking hilarious," they said between laughs. "What were you actually trying to say, because that was completely illegible."

Flynn felt their face flush. "I said that Val and Jonah are gonna be here soon... what the fuck is going on?"

"I uh. Jumped the gun a little bit. Wanted to see if you like hypnosis. You do, at least subconsciously--I made sure of it before I did anything else. I even filmed it, look--" They pulled out their phone and opened a video.

Umbre, from in the video, snickered at the camera, then pointed it at Flynn, with their face--that wonderful glowing forehead and a devious smirk--still in view. Flynn's eyes were glazed over and tinted the same color, and they were staring unblinkingly at the camera. Most notably, video Flynn had their cock out, and was passionately stroking it.

"Flynn, I need you to speak with complete and total honesty," video Umbre said. "I am not forcing you to say yes or no, do you understand?"

"Yes Master," video Flynn said. Flynn could hardly believe what they were watching.

"Did you fully consent to this, Flynn?"

"Yes Master." This time, it came from both video Flynn and real Flynn, before Flynn clamped a paw over their muzzle.

Umbre turned off the video. "Adorable," they crooned, giving Flynn's chin a few scritches.

"What the hell, Umbre," Flynn started. "There's no way you--" They stopped. Suddenly, their memory of the last two hours hit them like a truck.

Umbre had hypnotized them, and almost immediately woken them up. Flynn hadn't realized what it was at first, but when Umbre had told them, the boner was undeniable.

And Flynn had consented.

Consented to allowing Umbre to play with their mind.

And play they did--Umbre had put them under again, told them to start masturbating, and they filmed a video. Umbre had given them suggestions, suggestions that they were confident in their sign language skills, confident enough to communicate with Umbre, and that they loved being hypnotized. They had been told to repeat mantras, in both English and their sorry excuse for USL. Mantras like "I love being hypnotized," "I'm a good slave for Master Umbre," and "I agree to let Master Umbre hypnotize me."

Then, Flynn's phone had rung. In a rush, Umbre had taught them how to sign «Answer your phone,» and woken them up.

And, Flynn realized, they had been masturbating the entire fucking time.

Suddenly, they were aware of how damn close to cumming they were, and they found themself miraculously holding it in anyway. They tried to stop, tried to pull their paw away, but they couldn't. It was as if their paw was glued to their cock, mechanically pumping up and down at a pace that should have made it impossible to hold that cum in.

And yet they were.

"U-Um-b-bre," Flynn started, finding themself incredibly flustered. "M-make i-it s-st-op..."

Umbre giggled. "Silly. Only you can make it stop. You just have to say the magic word."

Flynn could tell that they were blushing a beet red. All this was incredibly hot. Had it really been going on for two hours? "U-Umb-r-re, M-Mas-t-ter, I--"

Umbre hushed them with a single pointer finger on Flynn's lips. "Just say the magic word, slave."

For a second, Flynn had no idea what Umbre was talking about, but then, something clicked.

"P-please!"

The orgasm was explosive. It was a miracle that none of it had gotten on Umbre, because Flynn's cock successfully managed to spray all up their shirt, across their lap, and onto the arm of the couch. They practically screamed in pleasure at a volume the neighbors could definitely hear, but Flynn didn't care. It was aetherial.

Umbre gave them a pat on the head. "Good slave." Then, they held up a closed paw with an outstretched pointer, pinky, and thumb.

Somehow, Flynn knew what it meant.

«I love you.»