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The little Eevee adjusted his parka, slightly too big for him. But he felt cool, walking amongst the older kids and getting a few friendly, chill, smiles his way.

"Oh, hey!"

He turned around. His best friend from fifth grade, a Flareon, was skipping his way to walk with the Eevee.

"School's almost out, wanna come hang out at my place?"

"Sure!" The Eevee nearly gasped. "We haven't talked in such a long time. You've been hanging out with those Flygon brothers, and then you started that crazy band..."

Eevee didn't really like the people Flareon mingled with, but honestly a chance to see him again sounded like fun. Especially since it might make him a little more likely to meet some people and get out of the house.

"Heheh, yeah, sorry about that! Let's forget about that and just have a good time, eh?"

Eevee giggles and nods. They waved once before parting ways. He was going to French class, Eevee knew this already. He'd seen his schedule at the beginning of the year. Himself, though, he was going to have to suffer through a very boring health lecture, where there wasn't even any talk of sexy Houndour messing on each other. Eevee sat down in his normal seat in the back and sighed, letting his head fall onto his desk. An hour passed quite quickly.

He stepped out into the blaring sun and the flowers spread their pollen and the bees flew past his face. He was still quite cool in his parka, shrugging his backpack on and running towards Flareon's car.

"Oh, sweet. Dude, did you hear about Rise of the Titans? It looks like they're making a new game even after that other company failed a while ago."

Eevee just blinked and smiled. "Oh, really? Didn't hear about it. You still game a lot, right?"

"Of course! Maybe we can play some today. He drove off, chatting about the new yogurt shop from last year going out of business. Eevee felt a little more comfortable.

"Wanna stop for McMilktanks?"

Eevee coughed and nodded. "Here, I'll pay!"

Flareon blinked, "Oh, you don't have to, I have plenty."

Eevee shook his head. "Don't worry, honestly! Just as a thank you."

Flareon chuckled and looked down as he pulled through to the drive through window." Alright, alright, fine. Don't really see why..." As he rolled down the window a faint buzzing noise could be heard outside, interspersed with the soft chirps of mourning doves. It shined bright and hot.

"Yeah, two large iced teas, a couple burger rolls, and side of your phone number, baby~" He grinned and shook with laughter, obviously joking.

"You're so weird, dude."

Flareon nodded, "Yeah, yeah."

Eevee vaguely heard "four ninety nine," outside. "See, that's not so bad." He handed Flareon the money, who smiled and took it with a little nervousness.

He drove up to the first window, got a stern look from the Floatzel at the window, then drove up to the next and got our food, which Eevee happily started digging into. "Ugh, I hate this shit because it's so yummy. I'm not supposed to love it but I do!"

"Oh please, you're a sucker for their delicious meat and sauces, and their giant cups of iced tea." He blows a raspberry in the air. "I'm so glad my house is so close to this place."

And it was. The lawn was a little rough, obviously played on a lot and not so much taken care of, but the house stood proudly right at the end of the cul-de-sac, where the birds sang in the stone showers.

"Mom's been away recently, she's getting interviewed for new jobs in the city."

"Where, not at the super-expensive towers, is she?"

"Yup! She got a special invite" Eevee gleamed proudly as he hopped out of the car and slid over to the front door. "She's gonna be a techie there, and she says that employees can bring guests! I am so ready to check it out, it'll be awesome."

"Well, I guess if you can't afford them, join them." he unlocks the door and shows me inside the renovated house, "so much nicer..." He could hardly hold back his admiration. "Yeah, my parents have been working pretty hard too. They won't be back until much later." Flareon flicks the fluffy hair out of his eyes and brushes his mane down. "Lemme just finish my food and we can do whatever."

Eevee blushes, having already eaten, "Oh, I'm such a fatty..."

Flareon raises an eyebrow, "You don't even fit into size 28 pants..."

Eevee looks away, "Yeah, but I eat like a Tepig."

Flareon rolls his eyes and slides onto a seat by the marble island countertop, setting down the paper bag and reaching inside for his roll and extra pie he ordered. Eevee looks around at the new section of the house, noticing a nice leather couch and just another shiny HD TV sitting across from it. "Ooh, touch pad controller." He picks up a tablet looking device, used to control the TV. It worked pretty intuitively. "It's awesome! It's actually a gift I got for Christmas, but my parents use it to watch TV at home most of the time." He yells from the other room.

Eevee picks up the tablet and sets it back in its charging holster, looking at the tall TV. He rubs his eyes and takes off his parka, leaving just a tight cyan shirt underneath. He admired himself in the TV's reflection. He wasn't sure he wanted to just chill and watch TV. This was his first time in seeing Flareon in quite a long time, after all. He always had his Quilava friend to play games with if he wanted, too.

"Done yet?"

Flareon coughs and yells back, "Yeah! I'm so happy I just ate the junkiest food known to man!" He laughs and runs back into the room, sliding on the wooden floors, having taken his shoes off earlier. "Come on, let's go up to my room." He starts sliding some more before jumping up the stairs on all fours. I follow him closely behind, nearly running into him by accident. Eevee catches a whiff of the bigger poké's rear end, and wriggles his nose. It smelled kind of musky. He shook his head and stopped. "Oh, should I leave my parka downstairs?" Flareon shrugged, "You don't need it, do you? Come on, I got a surprise for you anyway."

Eevee brought his eyebrows down, a little confused. He did like surprises though... Maybe it was a present? He smiled inwardly and went upstairs. Probably just something dumb like showing him a signed copy of one of his football jerseys.

He rounded the corner and slid into the room, noticing how clean it was... The window was open just a smidge to let in some air keep things warm. No air conditioning yet; too early for that.

"Did you wanna play video games?" Flareon pointed at a small subsection of the room, one step lower than the bedroom. It was a little square, situated right next to what was probably a bathroom, and had a smaller TV and couch, along with a lot more consoles.

"Y-your parents are richer than I remember," Eevee looks into the corner and his jaw opens slightly, his tongue starting to pant a little. His ears flick as Flareon nudges him on the back. "Thanks, it's a little nicer, but they've been working pretty hard. Also my uh... My grandfather recently passed away. He had a lot of money in his will, and we were the only recipients listed that were still alive..." His mouth pursed and he held one of his arms.

"Sorry to hear that." Eevee sat on the bed.

"Not really a big deal~ Thanks though, not often I can talk about him." He grins and shows off a very toothy muzzle. He sits on the bed and curls his rear paws together and sits on his bum.

"You were gonna show me something?"

"Oh! Right," Flareon jumps off the bed and slides around to his closet, pulling off his socks and tossing them into the hamper.

"You're gonna love this."

Eevee felt butterflies in his stomach. "Here!" He throws something soft into the Eevee's face, causing him to fall backwards on the bed, giggling. "What's it? A pink... shirt?" He paused and sat up again.

"Yeah! You like that kind of stuff, right?" He looked a little too excited.

"Like what kind of stuff?"

Flareon's muzzle shifts, becoming a little more conserved. "Wait... You uh... you..."

Eevee raises an eyebrow and gives off a sense of confused, but still slightly anxious, like he already knew what was going on.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to assume... I just thought that since you didn't have any girlfriends since the start of high school, I mean... And remember that period when you wore scarves all the time?" Flareon's grasping, blushing slightly. He puffs a small, hot breath of air.

"Wait, you think I'm gay?" Eevee asks, a little more neutral than anything. He didn't really mind per say.

"You're not?" Flareon asks, his voice a higher, squeaky pitch.

"I uh..." Eevee really wasn't ready for this. "Well I've never been one for sex or anything..."

"Oh! Oh, no, this is just a gift! I just thought you might like it~ I don't usually wear pink, and yet my cousin likes to give me gag gifts like this. I mean, not that it's not okay to wear, it's just not for me."

Eevee sighed and chuckled, a little less nervously. "Thanks! I mean... uh, it's nice."

"I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable! Go on, try it on." Flareon points to room next to the video gaming spot. He looks at the Flareon, "Really?"

"Yeah!" The room gets warmer. The birds seemed to have stopped singing outside.

"Here, let me go turn on some music." Flareon blushes and clicks on a little speaker for his iPhone and some chill techno runs through the room.

Eevee, now laughing heartily, punches him lightly in the shoulder, "God, I don't know how you ever got to have so many friends, you're so weird."

Flareon smiles and ruffles his hair, "Only with you~" He yawns and lays back in the bed while Eevee slips into the bathroom.

A few questions start popping into my head, as expected. Where did this even come from? Was Flareon gay? He certainly had girlfriends in the past, not that that really meant anything. It wasn't a big deal, but Eevee was still very much so unsure. Maybe he only asked Eevee to come over because he wanted to... experiment, or something. Eevee shrugged and took off the blue tee, sliding the pink one on and inspecting himself in the mirror. He thought it looked kind of cute. He wasn't one to stereotype, he didn't care if a guy came up to him in earrings and a scarf; he could be straight, gay, bi, or anything. He just wasn't sure to react to someone hitting on him, much less his old best friend. He looked around at the bathroom. He brushed his hair out of the way and picked up a very expensive-looking towel, very fluffy and very neatly hung from a large metal hoop. He sat down on the toilet cover and heard it make a little clicking noise. "Huh?"

"Hey! You done yet?" Flareon seems to have recovered from his embarrassment.

Eevee rushes over to the door, brushing himself with his paws before opening it.

"How do I look?"

"Pretty cute~" His eyes widen a little bit, and Eevee sighs.

"So let me guess, you just asked me to come over here because you wanted to have some fun, is that right?"

Flareon grimaces and looks down, "I guess I did. I dunno, I've just been feeling a little weird recently is all. I just thought maybe I'd play around and see how it felt."

Eevee raised a paw upside down, continuing, "Well, you did have a couple relationships in the past. Are you just unsure in general?" Flareon replies with a nod.

"Well," he pauses, "I... I guess I could try it out."

Flareon starts giggling happily, hugging the fluffy Eevee, "Aw, thanks~ I'm sorry to drop all this on you so quickly!"

His words are stopped by a paw on his muzzle, a single digit pressed onto the front of his mouth and nose. "Shh." He leans inwards, his paws resting on the Flareon's legs, squishing them into the bed below. He pecks the poké sweetly, and leans back. "This feels so weird."

"You can't just give up now!"

"I'm not! Chill! I've just never done anything like this." His belly rumbles, but he had more important things on his mind.

Flareon awkwardly wraps his paws around the Eevee, pulling him in closer. The bulge in his jeans was overly obvious. So was his blush.

Eevee smiled and his eyelids relaxed. He leaned on the warm fuzz and brushed his head against the closest shoulder. Without another word he picks his muzzle up and presses his against the Flareon's. They blush and start scootching up more into the pillows, playing with each other's fuzzy bodies.

"I think the pink shirt looks cute on you."

Eevee lightly pokes the Flareon's now-tight pants. "I can tell."

"Hey..." He sighs and kisses again, his member poking happily out of its sheath and into his underwear.

Eevee shivered and paused. He wasn't really against it, he just didn't really get it. He shrugged inwardly and kissed again, much to Flareon's pleasure.

With their bodies rubbing together, the pink shirt quickly came off, as well as Flareon's sweatshirts, and soon they were in their tight briefs snuggling under the covers and kissing each other's noses and licking their necks and playing with their paws, pawing at their stomachs and butts innocently.

"What time is it?" Eevee pokes his head out from under the covers after an intense snuggle fest.

"About 6, why?"

"Ah! I missed my favorite show!" He jumps up and bounces off of the bed, his undies tightly outlining his boy-parts for the Flareon, who just wanted to hop on his back and have some fun.

"U-uh... See! Time flies when you're having fun." He smiles proudly at catching the Eevee enjoying himself.

"Sure, alright," Eevee rolls his eyes. He needed a glass of water, something to wash down the dry throat he got from all the making out. "Glasses?" He started walking towards the bedroom door.

"No need to go downstairs," Flareon jumps out, as graceful as a cat, and opens the door to the bathroom. "Behind the mirror, second shelf."

"Cool," Eevee says, pulling down the glass and looking back at the thin, fuzzy body of the fire-type. He shuts the door and takes a glance outside at the bright sun shining through the curtains, intensifying the heat. The Eevee wouldn't mind using a firestone if just to tolerate it.

He fills the glass to the brim, spilling a drop. With a quick wipe of his foot it disappears, and the Eevee manages to gulp the drink down quickly. "Yuck, faucet water." He giggles and sets the glass down on the sink, and opens the door, bouncing back into bed.

"Well, that wasn't pleasant." He crawls across the covers and sits on the pillow.

"Don't give me that, we have great water here!" Flareon sits up too.

"It just feels wrong drinking out of a faucet..."

Flareon laughs and cuddles up close. "Oh hush. How do you think I feel?" He points to his flame colored fur and breaths a puff of flames.

"Aww, does the poor Flareon not like getting wet?"

He shoots the Eevee a look. "For a guy who's usually shy, you're pretty feisty."

"Well, maybe you just bring that side out of me," and the Eevee pushed the Flareon into the bed, holding down his arms. The fire-type under him moans and blushes, surprised at the turn of events. And then the Eevee starts licking him all over, blowing lightly into his belly and nibbling at his neck, then kissing him passionately on the muzzle.

Flareon starts to pant, and he groans happily.

Eevee lets out a little grunt, lowering a paw to hold onto his stomach.

"Hey, it was just starting to get fun!" He looks at the distressed poké, "What's wrong?"

Eevee shakes his head, "I'm fine, just... Ow, my stomach hurts."

Flareon pulls the paw away from the brown-furred stomach, and kisses it. "Maybe a little more play will make you feel better~

And it almost did. Eevee still wasn't sure about the whole thing, but he definitely felt more comfortable around Flareon, even the very naughty things they were doing together. It helped that there was a long break since they were last friends. Eevee sure didn't see his old friend the same way as he did in middle school. Either way, the amount of times they rubbed the front of their skimpily clothed groins together only intensified their heavy breathing and soft cuddles.

Then, like the crack of a whip, Eevee cries out in pain; his cry was shrill and high, but gentle like a girl's.

"Are you okay?"

Eevee looks around frantically. "I just... Ow! I have to peeeee!"

Flareon slaps his paw into his face. "Seriously? Just go use the bathroom! I'll just wait here, sweety~" He lays on his back, pleased with himself. He was just joking really, it was all a bit of a game to him, but they were friendly enough, and Flareon sure knew that Eevee wasn't going to tell anyone what was going on today.

"A-alright..." He pulls open the door, clutching his undies and holding in what felt like a lake's worth of pee. He goes to pull open the toilet cover... It wouldn't budge?

"What?" He pulls again, and then crouches down. It looked as though there was a broken piece of metal sticking out, but he couldn't tell what it was or what it did.

"You done yet?" comes the call from outside.

"No! Just give me a second!" The Eevee looks around, looking for something that might magically help him out right now. He wasn't sure what he'd find, but that didn't really matter as much as using the toilet as soon as possible. He started dancing around a little bit, and paused his search for a moment to take a few deep breaths. He squeezed his bladder hard and managed to hold back, feeling a little sore. "Oh great, at a house with a friend who hasn't seen me in years and I'm gonna wet myself." He mumbled under his breath. He pulled at the top of the lid, trying to pry it open; it made a snap, but was still stuck. "Fuck!" he breathed quietly. He opened the door and jumped on the bed.

"Goddammit, fuck!"

The Flareon looks at him, confused, "What's wrong? Forgot to wipe or something?"

The Eevee shakes his head, "No, it wouldn't open! I still have to go! I still have to HNF..." He shudders and wriggles around on the bed.

"Calm down! What the hell are you talking about?" The Flareon shrugs and looks inside the bathroom. In the meantime, Eevee does his best to hold it in, but has stopped thinking rationally. Surely there was a bathroom elsewhere in the house, but if he budged from that spot he wouldn't be surprised if he wet himself right there.

"Wow, what the fuck did you do to my bathroom?" the Flareon skips out and onto the bed, bouncing it up and down.

"Ah, don't do that!" The Eevee is writhing now.

The Flareon pauses, grinning a most awful smile. For whatever reason he could see the Eevee's smile beneath his grimace, and he could see from the stretched undies that... He was liking this.

"Do what.... This?" He jumps up and lands on the bed again, bouncing the Eevee and making him gasp. His underwear grows a small, dark spot on the front of it. Flareon gets butterflies in his stomach, rubbing himself through his cloth.

"Yes, don't do that! You're gonna... unnggg.... You're gonna make me pee! Just point me to your parent's bathroom or something!"

The Flareon was feeling good, and he certainly wasn't going to stop his sexual exploration at just some light rubbing and snuggling. He laid his furry body on top of the Eevee's, and caressed his head and petted his ears gently. "Sorry, boy, but I think you should stay here.

The Eevee's eye's locked onto the Flareon's, who started getting warmer, and warmer, and heating up the smaller brown furred poke below him.

"B-but... I'm going to... go in my undies..."

The Flareon strokes the normal-type's hair.

"Go ahead~"

And Eevee grunts and scrunches his eyes shut as his bladder starts giving way, squirting a few drops of pee into his underwear before really letting loose a musky stream of urine that started soaking his underwear through and spilling onto the soft bed below him. Flareon moaned, a little excited by what was going on. "Aww, good boy~ Keep wetting yourself~" He wasn't sure where this was going, but the Flareon was certainly pleased by it.

The fire-type quickly pulled his own undies off, leaving his member poking hard out of his sheath. He rubs it against the Eevee's muzzle, grinning as he started marking the fur in a long wet stream.

"What the heck are you doing? You're peeing all over me!"

"Admit that you like it~" And the Eevee shut his eyes, feeling his own cock pounding happily into his wet and yellow undies.

"F-fine... It's hot..." And then he started to feel it. His stomach was full of butterflies, and his eyes lit up. "It's... it's REALLY hot...." He opened his maw, catching the urine and spitting it out almost instantly. "Also really fucking salty!"

The Flareon laughs and wets his entire bed with his huge bladder and the Eevee's accident combined. The Flareon hops off of the Eevee, heading into the closet quickly, and leaving the Eevee to wallow in his little puddle~

"Goddammit... I smell so... musky. It's actually kind of sexy." He giggles and rolls his eyes.

"What'd I tell you ,you just had to try it." The Eevee was still unsure, but being covered in urine by the older Flareon, being peed on by his peer made him feel like a pet, and that just made him pant harder. "What are you doing?"

The Flareon pops out of the closet with a pair of panties, a nice pink lingerie. "Put these on."

"Fuck no?"

The Flareon sits on the Eevee and kisses him, rubbing the brown-fur's sheath through his underwear.

"Okay, okay, give them to me."

He slips off his undies, making the Flareon purr excitedly at the Eevee's cute butt and hole waving tantalizingly in front of his face. He growls and pulls on the panties quickly, a little uncomfortable at first.

"Wow, these are really smooth. So... sexy..." He is topped by a certain Flareon again, who grinds against him and kisses his muzzle with a ferocity that replaced the innocence of earlier.

"Wait..." The Eevee tries to stop him. "I... I didn't just have to pee..."

The Flareon raises an eyebrow, "Well, no one's stopping you from doing what a Eevee has to do! When nature calls, or whatever they say."

The Eevee blushes and wriggles his muzzle. "I'm not going to... I'm not going to..."

The Flareon grunts and pushes his own hot, messy, warm dirt into his undies, making them bulge into his rear end and squeezing some of the shit out and spilling onto the Eevee's already brown fur. "Hey! You're getting me all messy! Come on, let me go!"

"Don't worry, baby, just have a nice big fill in your sexy panties~"

The Flareon was driven mad by sex, and the Eevee couldn't help but comply. He slowly loosened his bowels, unable to hold onto them any longer. He could feel the panties stretch out slowly, bulging with a less warm, but much larger series of dirt that only a fully-fed Eevee could produce. He moans and is met with a kiss from the larger Pokémon, as he makes a mess of his soft panties and they rub their members together happily. The little bulges in their rear ends get squished as they sit up, smearing onto the bed and their fur. The Flareon uses his paw to mush the little Eevee's mess into his balls and red meat, before pulling off his underwear and rubbing his cock into the soft, filled panties Eevee was forced to wear. They pant in unison, humping hard into each other's fuzzy bodies. Before long they found themselves shooting a nice load of cum into the already messy pile they had already made, panting madly and kissing a few more times as they came down from the incredible orgasm.

"*Pant*, See? That was hot!" He couldn't stop trying to justify himself.

The Eevee kisses his muzzle, "I can't fucking believe you made me do this, but I'll admit I had fun."

The Flareon yawns, "Just, never mention this to anyone, alright? And hey, maybe we can fool around again sometime."

The Eevee rolls his eyes, "Like you said, I'm a shy guy." He was going to tell Quilava as soon as he got the chance. He looks over at the clock/iPhone Dock/Speaker. "What the heck? It's... Six o' Clock?"

The Flareon chuckled. "See, NOW you missed your show."

And he was hit in the face with a pillow.