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Chapter #6
Pet of a Pokémon
by: Unknown
You were helpless to do anything to get out of this. The most you could do was pray that Braixen would release you from this prison in one piece. As Braixen enjoyed a few final licks against your squirming body, sense and self control finally returned to her as she buried the urges to eat you. After all, she had much bigger plans for the tiny human. Soon the Licking stopped and you fell back onto her slimy tongue. “XEN!” The fox spoke. From within her mouth the voice was booming and echoed all around giving you the scare of your life. Soon you felt a powerful force pushing you past the tongue and the sharp teeth. Within seconds you were back in the outside world, though pretty disoriented from the events that lead to hear. You eventually crashed into the fennic pokemon’s awaiting hand paw, laying in a puddle of her saliva.
Braixen examines you excitedly. Her mind went back to all the humans who attempted to capture her. All the ones who successfully got a few of her friends. Now the tables were turned. Now it was the human’s turn to belong to the Pokémon as some sort of pet. The thought of this role reversal made her grin at you as you slowly regained your bearings. Carefully she closed her hand around you as she made her way for your bag to look for something to complete her control and ownership over you.
Braixen knew she needed something to keep her pet in line. Something to keep him obedient and prevent him from running away. Humans typically use pokeballs to achieve this with her kind, but unfortunately for her, she didn’t have anything of the sort that could be used on a human, even a tiny one. But maybe you had packed something that she could use for this. Keeping you in a fairly tight grip, she dug through your bag, tossing aside snack bags and underwear. Finally she spotted something that could work. With a cheerful “Brai!” the fox pulled out a spool with string. You originally packed that in case your clothes ripped since you were going to be traveling for a while with a limited number of clothes. However, now it’s purpose would be to give Braixen a tool and symbol of her ownership over you.
You tried to resist, but it made no difference. Braixen was still able to easily the the string around your body, careful not to make it too tight on you, but strong so that there was no way you'd ever undo the knot she made. Holding the remaining long end like a leash, Braixen smiled, proud of her work.
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