Request based off this comment by Smalnite: She couldn't have been any more foolish and idiotic with this fruitless endeavor. Here she was, with her purple leaves and green shirt, although it was nearly impossible to see, with all of her own vines blocking the way, each single strand of purple completely binding her up. How could something like this even happen, Turakina didn't know, couldn't know, and simply can't comprehend how such an affair even occurred. All because of that bastard of a Sylveon tricking her into drinking one of her many different stocks of drinks. The Leafeon was thirsty in her travels, and not accepting someone's toast after a long trip would be a significant waste. After she swallowed the drink, thoughts began pounding in her mind, wanting release and comfort. It was all too overwhelming for the Leafeon to handle, and as a result, she passed out. Now, Turakina lays in the middle of a room that looks to be a lounge. There's no doubting there was a carpet beneath her back, but that's all she had for clues honestly. The Leafeon has no idea where she is, or how to escape her own terrible vines that restrain her very release. She shuddered, and the crotch rope took advantage and seized the opportunity, digging straight into her cilt. The Leafeon tried to scream, but there happened to be a piece of cloth circling her maw, grunts and moans being the only sounds in this vacent room. Well... Turakina thought the room was vacent... "Hello there, my sweet sweet little slave. How are you my lovely?" There wasn't a single word in the directionry that could describe her unadulterated savagery to the owner of the voice, and that's when the Sylveon showed up right beside her, staring at her as if she was nothing more then a useless, pathetic toy that needs to be taught a lesson. While the flickering, dancing smile of the pink Eeveelution says otherwise, there was a putrid disgust deeply resonating within his systems. That, or a sickening love for breaking these other Eeveelutions into nothing more then worthless components to his collection. "Now, you may be wondering why you're here, or how much you wanna yell about getting revenge. Yabba yabba- random useless stuff that nobody cares about. Let me tell you something however. I honestly don't give a fuck about what happens to you, because you are my bitch now. My little fuck toy that wants nothing more then my sweet cock." He fletched a warm wicked smile. "Hehe. But listen here. I think you're pretty cute, so I'm going to play a little game with you. A little cute game for a sweetie like yourself." "Here's the deal. I want you to give me the biggest oral ever. No. I don't want any of that weak shit. I want you to give it you all, and I don't want any interruptions. You are going to clean my ass until the timer runs out. Hehe. If you can manage to survive, I'll let you leave and you'll be a free girl... but if you fail..." There was a chilling silence after he finished that sentence, his eyes watching her prey like an eagle in the skies. "You'll be my fucktoy. A useless slut who wants nothing more then your master's cum, like the good little bitch that you are. Do we have a deal?" Turakina was mostly silence during the entire discussion, as this massive burning sensation of fear and anger was deeply imbeded into her bloodstream. She didn't know how to even respond to that. There's no doubt in her mind that she is going to say yes to the offer, or exchange any sort of communational agreement, but everything about this feels wrong. So, so wrong. There has to be a trick... But what kind? There- "Hurry up. Do you seriously want to be a slave? You're such a pathetic slut." That was quickly interrupted by Turakina mumbling under her gag, of course wanting the sweet sweet chance of release. The Sylveon flicked a wicked smile. "Hehe. Don't leave me hanging there, worthless slut. Let's see how good your tongue is on my little anus. You have an hour to clean it, and if there's any interruptions, you're going to be my slave forever, you fucking sack of shit." The Sylveon rolled away the cloth that was restraining Turakina's mouth, the deep itching slowly leaving her tongue. Of course, she didn't get any seconds at all to respond, the Fairy-Type already slamming his two enormous buns straight on her face, his arsehole digging straight into Turakina's mouth. The Grass-Type had no time to ponder, as her tongue was flexing and flicking every second of the way, trying her damn best to clean up any junk or smell deeply within the Fairy-Type's hole. It smelt fucking horrible. "You have an hour. Make it count." I was gonna do a cool background for this but my brain went ÆUGH[/i], so I didn't. Probably gonna be the last of the requests I'm gonna do. Well, maybe second last. There was one comment involving a Suicune and Ninetails that I liked that may end up getting done at some point in the future. We'll see how that goes.