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Collared
-by XD4000
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By the time Friday evening rolled around and I finally clocked out of work, the only thing I wanted to do was pick up Flame, head home, order some pizza, and chill until Monday. I’m sure that lovable Flareon was already pestering the daycare workers about me being a few minutes late. Truth be told, leaving Flame at the daycare every time I had to go to work wasn’t my first choice (and how pricey it was didn’t help that fact), but leaving him alone in my apartment for more than an hour would be a much more disastrous option. If that rascal Flareon wasn’t hopping up on the counter to dig through cabinets or snacking on whatever he could find in the pantry, he was tossing half scorched pillows around the room and nearly burning the whole building down. 

To his credit, Flame always did find a way to entertain himself. I just wished there was something I could do to keep him from being so restless.

My optimism guided me to the door of the daycare; surely today would be the day that the breeders there would have gotten through to Flame and taught him a bit more self control. As I approached the counter, though, I saw a familiar face there to greet me. Familiar not just because I was well acquainted with her, but also the fact that as she held Flame’s Ultra Ball in her hand, she looked positively pissed.

“Good to see you’re back, Marcus,” the breeder scoffed. “With how late you’ve been getting, I assumed you were planning to leave Flame here for good.”

“What?! Wendy, how can you say that? You know me better than that. I love Flame. I just got off a bit late from work, is all.”

Wendy rolled her eyes. “Sure. I suppose you want a report of how Flame was today?”

“Oh, sure. How was the big guy doing? Getting along with the others, I hope?”

“Don’t I wish that were the case,” Wendy sighed. “No, Marcus. Flame has been as intrusive and impolite as always. If it’s not bullying the other males, it’s sneaking off with the girls and taking them away from their designated mates. When trainers bring in their two Pokemon to breed, they want them to breed, not for Flame to intimidate the male and take over. I had a particularly fun conversation with a customer today about why Flame had impregnated their Eevee and why the Eevee seemed to have fallen madly in love with him.”

I could only think to give a nervous laugh. “Ahaha, I mean, that’s just Flame’s way of saying ‘hi’, y’know? I’m sure he doesn’t mean any harm by it. And Flame has good genes, I think. Maybe he’ll make a better egg?”

“That’s not the point, Marcus. Today was the last straw. Flame’s behavior needs to stop.”

“O-okay...what do you want me to do?”

“I’m glad you asked,” Wendy said, pulling out a box from behind the counter. “Do you know what this is?”

I eyed the bold writing amid depictions of X’s and O’s plastered across the box’s cover. In the center, it showed off a Jolteon with its eyes replaced with hearts as it sat up in an obedient pose. The supposed cause of the obedience looked to be a loop of leather around the Pokemon’s neck.

“Oh, c’mon. You want Flame to wear a collar? He hates those things.”

“It’s no ordinary collar, but yes, our daycare will henceforth require your Flareon to be wearing this collar at all times. Look, Marcus, you’re a loyal customer and all, so we want to give you and Flame a chance here. Either he wears the collar and starts being polite around the other Pokemon, or he will no longer be welcome here.”

I grimaced at the thought of trying to squeeze that collar onto Flame. “...Is this really the only option?”

“It’s your choice. We’ve tried with Flame and he doesn't listen, so maybe he’ll listen to you if you take a more active role in his training. Or better yet, why not just get him a mate of his own? You were saying Flame would make a great mate. Maybe that will finally get him to mellow out.”

“Ehh, he really only seems to like me. He turns his nose up when I try to keep a girl around him for more than a couple hours, yet he never fails to fall asleep with me.”

“Just promise me you’ll work on it with him, okay? I don’t care how you handle it, but your Flareon needs serious work, and it’s your job to help him with that. And trust me,” Wendy said, sliding the box over the counter towards me, “the collar will help.”

“Yeah, yeah, I hear ya,” I said, snatching up the box and Flame’s Ultra Ball. “What’s so special about this collar anyway?”

“I don’t know the exact science behind it, but from the handful of Pokemon here that we’ve tried it on, it’s really helped them out a lot. Just be warned that it may make Flame a bit more agitated and, erm, affectionate.”

“Ha, I can’t imagine the big fluff ball being any more affectionate than he already is. So this collar really works, huh?”

“Sure does,” Wendy said. “Every girl we’ve tried it on has become much more well behaved and submissive.”

“W-wait, you’ve only tested this on female Pokemon?”

“So far, but the studies and reviews online say that it’s good for all kinds of Pokemon. I’m actually eager to see how Flame reacts to it when you try it. If anything odd happens though, don’t hesitate to call me. You still have my number?”

I chuckled. “Still do, Wendy. I promise I’ll try the collar. If you trust it, then I have a good feeling it’s gonna’ work out for the best.”

Wendy smiled. “Those were my thoughts exactly.”

***

“We’re home, Flame. Come on out! I have a surprise for you~”

Flame’s Ultra Ball popped open on its own. The red silhouette of my bulky Flareon appeared beside me within seconds. Once free, Flame gave a hearty stretch before nuzzling his lustrous mane into my pant leg.

“Haha, I get it buddy. I’ll pour your food in just a sec.”

Flame was all over me when I had announced it was time for dinner. Never had I seen him so hungry before, but he seemed absolutely famished by the way he dove into his bowl mere milliseconds after I poured it full of his favorite food. Still, it would take him a while to eat, and I knew he wouldn’t register anything else while he focused on devouring all his food, giving me ample time to pull the sleek package of the collar out of my backpack and plan my attack.

I skimmed the back of the collar’s box one last time, confirming that it was indeed safe for male Pokemon. The collar felt heavier than I expected: a nice firm thickness to the leather accompanied by a shiny magnetic clasp. Strange sensors lined the inside of the collar along with a little display window by the lock. According to the box, the collar could register how the Pokemon wearing it was feeling and project a symbol on the display corresponding to their mood. A happy face for happy, sad for sad, blah blah blah. I skipped the rest of it. All I wanted to know was that it was safe for males. 

As an extra bit of precaution, I even turned on the television to help muffle my sneaking steps behind Flame. Some nightly news program was going on, but the volume suitably hid the sound of me opening up the collar and preparing to stick it on my Flareon. So close now. Just one more step and I’d have him for sure.

Then, as Flame polished off the last bit of his food and exhaled a content sigh, he spotted something in the reflection of his metallic bowl. As the Flareon spun around and spotted me, I leapt onto him, doing my best to maneuver the collar above his mane and get it right below his chin. Flame, all the while, chirped with joy as he pushed back on me with his paws and squirmed out of my grasp. He must have thought we were playing or something. I started to sweat as the heat from his body and my futile attempts to slip the collar on him began to compound. The Flareon wriggled around in my headlock and somehow knocked the collar out of my hand. As I looked around to find it, my grip on Flame slipped and he jumped from my arms, knocking me to the ground.

Click.

My eyes bolted open as something tight had wrapped itself around my neck. As I sat upright and tried to feel around what it could be, I felt the familiar leather from before. My fingers traced over the display panel and the metallic clasp.

That damn collar somehow locked itself on me. And it wouldn’t come off.

Before Flame knew what had happened, I dashed to the bathroom and shut the door. I pulled open one of the drawers, looking for some scissors or a screwdriver to pry the thing off my neck. No matter what tool I tried, the collar had absolutely no give, almost like it was sucking at my skin. As I inspected it in the bathroom mirror, I could see the display panel spanning wildly through many different images, as if it was bugging out or it couldn't make up its mind.

I had no other option. I took a deep breath, pulled out my phone, and prepared to call Wendy and tell her the embarrassing story of how I managed to get the collar stuck on myself.

Zap! A heavy dose of electricity like a thunderbolt shot down my neck. Both I and my phone fell to the floor, with the latter being just out of reach from my twitching fingers. I had no idea if the shock was from the collar reacting to me trying to pull it off or what. All I knew was that it left my body completely motionless and crumbled into a ball before my mirror. As my vision blurred, I could just barely make out the display panel on the collar still cycling through images. Finally though, as my heart rate seemed to be forced down to a crawl and time slowed, the collar’s display settled on an image. A pink, sleek symbol. 

The symbol of the female gender.

All I could manage to do was breathe. Bits of the static crackling off the collar still tickled at my skin, but I had lost all sense of pain or discomfort. I tried to drag my limp arm across the floor and over to the collar, but my limbs were like lead. Nothing in me budged. 

The display now showed the same female symbol as before, but with a plus sign and a lightning bolt following it. 

My body began to move on its own. My arms curled up and my hands gripped the top of my shirt, pulling it off of me. Then down to my pants, pulling them off with my belt and my boxers. In less than ten seconds, my body forced me to become naked. With every movement of my arms and legs, though, twinges of electricity popped up along my skin. Was the collar directing my body to do this? To put me in a perfect state for what it had planned? Whatever the reason, I had no control over my slow, mechanical movements. It then moved me onto my belly, leaving my arms and legs squashed together. I looked back to the mirror to see if the collar was doing anything different, but my eyes were instead drawn to something sprouting up along my cheeks and shoulders. 

It took me a moment to identify, or rather comprehend. Was I growing more hair? An odd side effect of the collar to say the least, but as what I presumed to be hair blossomed with such thickness and quickly spread down my arms and down my back, I knew it was something more. I could feel it push up against the bathroom floor and along my stomach. It bundled between my legs and around my eyes. 

Fur. Dark yellow, too, and eclipsing my entire body. 

My old chestnut hair soon adopted the same yellow shade as the fur, leaving me completely covered. Beneath my collar, though, were spikes of white that jutted down over my arms. More fur, I assumed, but to what end? I could hardly think. I tried to panic. I tried to react or do anything to fight against all of this, but the collar forbade that. It required me to be calm. Relaxed. So all I could do was watch my reflection shift away from my human form to something else, acknowledging that this wasn’t right, yet forced to endure it regardless. 

However, as more and more changes began to occur, I began to guess what I was becoming. At the collar’s will, it stripped me of my hands and feet, slowly shifting their structure into something resembling paws, and they looked so much like Flame’s besides the color. My legs folded into the shape of hind legs while my ears drifted up the side of my head like they were being tugged by invisible strings. Once they were near the top, my ears began to elongate, all the while growing new fur with them to match. More spikes of yellow fur flared out behind me. Even the color in my eyes changed: once a normal hazel, they both turned a shimmering black like chunks of obsidian. 

The most vivid change of all though came when a new bolt of electricity spiraled down my spine and impacted between my legs. Like the force of the electricity itself dug into me, yet it only applied pressure. No outright pain, just an odd sense of something pushing into me. And soon, as the feeling developed, so too did the sensation change from strange to...orgasmic. Like every pleasure receptor in my brain had fired at once. A set of invisible fingers seemed to be stuffing themselves between my legs and exploring just how deep I was. Or how deep they were forcing me to become. I could no longer feel my cock or balls, for they had long since been reshaped. A new set of lips puffed up in their place. And with every agonizingly slow moment passing like hours while my new sex was being formed, my body forced me to suffer through the excruciating ecstasy of it all. 

My vision faded. As it all finally became too much for me, I blacked out for a moment or two. I had to have been dreaming, right? Some sort of fever dream brought on by the shock. I hadn’t become...whatever I saw in the mirror. No, I was still human. Still me. Still a guy!

“Species confirmation complete: Jolteon! Sex confirmation complete: Female!”

An electronic voice chirped the declaration. My new spiky ears tried to find the source of the sound, though as I caught the sight of the collar flashing something new on its display, I realized it had to have been the culprit. And sure enough, it was showing an image of a Jolteon’s face. 

Rather, my face. My snout, black eyes, and all.

At least some feeling had finally returned to my body. Whatever the collar had put me through, the most intense parts of it seemed to have passed -- and yet, I couldn’t stop panting hot and heated breaths. The sound that escaped me too had shifted pitch as well. Too afraid to test it by speaking, I just kept on involuntarily panting, forced to listen to my new girly voice. Forced to face the fact that this collar had really changed me. 

“Name confirmation complete: Marcus!”

As it all washed over me, I began to think clearly again and get my wits about me, but as I dared to take a look at my reflection again, I opted to look away. Looking down and seeing my yellow front paws was proof enough that all of this was unfortunately very real. I just had to get to my phone. I had to call Wendy and somehow get her to come over and help. Would she even understand me, though? Would she even believe this female Jolteon was really me?!

“Marcuuuuus? Are you in here? It was fun to wrestle with you, but you told me you had a surprise for m-“

I froze as that strange voice called to me from across the door. The fear turned into shock and embarrassment as I saw none other than Flame somehow open the bathroom door and let himself in. We both locked eyes. Words wouldn’t come to me, still panting and just barely able to stand after the torture the collar put me through. 

Flame, on the other hand, quickly turned from confusion to mischievous excitement as his lips curled up into a cheeky grin.

“Ooooh, don’t tell me you’re my surprise, miss? Heh, I guess Marcus is trying to set me up with another mate. Well, I won’t pass up something that looks so good.”

The Flareon slowly approached me, leering down at me as my wobbly legs tried to move. Before he got too close, though, I managed to back away, feeling my plump ass and pussy lips press up against the warm bathroom mirror. 

“H-hey now, Flame! Hold on! Don’t you recognize me?”

But of course he wouldn’t. The airy sound in my female throat only seemed to excite him more. 

He cocked his head with a curious smile. “Why? Should I...? Oh! Are you that Eevee from the daycare today? Heh, did you finally evolve and beg my trainer for a second round? That must be why you smell so familiar to me.”

“What?! No! Flame, listen, something happened t--!”

As I tried to collect myself, Flame silenced me. In a swift motion, he’d closed the gap between us and placed his lips on mine. The way our snouts locked together and our kiss connected told me one thing: Flame had done this many times before. I wanted to break away. I tried to tell my body that this whole situation was just too strange...and yet I found myself instead closing my eyes and leaning into it all. I returned the kiss for a few moments, though I couldn’t bear it for long. What little fragments of my old humanity that remained were able to gain control of my body and tear me away from Flame. With no other plan, I simply raced past the Flareon and back out into the living room.

I had nowhere to go. Unlocking any of my doors would be impossible, and I could already hear the heavy steps of Flame following me. The Flareon came faster than expected, for as I just barely turned around to see where he was, he was already leaping towards me. We tumbled together across the carpet, but as Flame got the advantage, I found myself pinned down with his paws on my sensitive chest.

Flame chuckled as he let out a tired exhale. “Now where do you think you’re going? Running out on me after such an amazing kiss? You’ve definitely gotten a lot better since I last saw you. I wonder if you taste any different…”

His voice trailed off as he slid his snout down my chest, rubbing past each of my perky nipples until he landed between my legs. Once there, he must have found the aroma coming from my sex to be enticing, at least judging by how his eyes lit up. He opened his mouth, flashing his teeth and brandishing his thick tongue. And, as the tip of it met my lips, all drive in me to escape vanished. 

Pure bliss enraptured me as Flame tasted my juices. How massive his tongue was. How it slid inside me so greedily and slurped up every drop he could find. Every flick of his tongue inside me tested the limits of my walls, though I don’t think the thought of taking it slow was on Flame’s mind at all. Like how he kissed, his technique for eating out my pussy had definitely been practiced before. I suppose I was lucky to have such an experienced lover holding me down and addressing my heat...even if it was my own Flareon. My Flame. 

In a brief flash of clarity, with his tongue still so deep in me, I wondered how I would possibly explain to Flame what had happened to me.

As that thought came and went and I returned to arching my back and enjoying the pleasure of it all, Flame finally slipped his tongue out of me. He lapped his lips with my juices, eagerly enjoying my taste. At least the collar bestowed on me such a wonderful body for Flame. Something he could truly have his fill on. And in that moment, laying there with my hind legs up and my pussy exposed before my Flareon, I began to realize that this might just be the perfect way to help him. Sure, it was more sexually explicit than I had hoped the solution to be, but with how much Flame seemed to be enjoying himself...and with how nice he was treating me, I wondered if maybe going even further with him would help out even more.

The Flareon giggled to himself, though, as he noticed something standing out over my yellow and white fur.

“Oh! I see you even have one of those breeding collars,” he said. “Guess your trainer was really keen on getting you into heat, huh? Actually, now that I think about it, I don’t think you ever told me your name. Let’s see if your little collar can tell me. Hmm, no name tag. Well, I’m only a little familiar with these types of collars, but I know that if I place my paw right here…ah!”

I could feel his paw rubbing around the top of the collar as he leaned over me. After a bit of feeling around, he seemed to find what he was searching for. Perhaps a small button or something, but when he pressed it, the electronic voice on the collar piped up again.

“Species: Jolteon. Sex: Female. Name: Marcus.”

All the air left my body at once. My cheeks grew red and hot at hearing my name come out of the collar. Flame didn’t seem to comprehend it, only giving an awkward laugh and furrowing his brow.

“Ahaha...what? M-maybe your collar is broken, little girl. I could have sworn it just said you had my trainer’s name…”

He had to check again. 

“Species: Jolteon. Sex: Female. Name: Marcus.”

Flame tumbled back as he heard the name again. His voice became shaky as he pointed a paw at me. “Y-you...are you really that Eevee from before? No...there’s no way...Marcus?”

I flipped myself over and stood up. “…I tried to tell you. I even asked if you recognized me.”

Now it was Flame’s turn to be embarrassed. “B-But you never corrected me! How was I supposed to know?!”

“Oh, I don’t know? Maybe the fact your trainer disappears at the exact same time some random Jolteon shows up?”

“I thought you got her- erm, I mean, you, for me. Y’know, as my surprise?”

I scoffed. “I guess it is quite the surprise. No, Flame. The actual surprise was the collar. The daycare told me to put it on you because you keep getting into trouble there. They thought it might help, or something.”

“Ha, really? Well, with what it did to you, I guessed I dodged a bullet there. Haha…”

His laughing fell quiet as I stared daggers back at him. “I’m in this whole mess because you can’t behave yourself! You know how many complaints I’ve gotten about you fucking other girls at the daycare? You’re supposed to be playing nice, but instead you’re a pervert! I mean, is there any girl you actually like?!”

Flame’s eyes widened. His gaze fell to the floor, and if I didn’t know any better, I’d say he was actually blushing beneath his crimson fur.

“I like you,” was all he said.

I opened my mouth preparing to reply to whatever answer he gave, but to that answer in particular, I was struck speechless. I could only blink, trying to comprehend what he had said.

“Wh-what did you say?”

He looked me in the eye. “I said I like you. I knew there was something off about how familiar your scent was to me. You smelled just like the Marcus I knew, but I couldn’t imagine it was true. Then...after all this…I just feel like I’m so attracted to you and I can’t—!”

It was my turn to silence him with a kiss. I leaned in, my back leg extended out, and pressed my lips deep against Flame’s. He returned it too, but before I let him get too comfortable, I pulled away and hopped up on the nearby couch. With my hind legs on the couch’s arm, I gave my rump an enticing shake for my Flareon boy.

“If you’re so attracted to me, then why not come up and prove it?”

A few girlish giggles escaped me as I scampered towards the center of the couch. Right on cue, Flame leapt up and got so close to me that I could feel the warmth resonate from his natural body heat. That, and something else warm that I happened to notice when he made his jump up. How it swung and bounced off his belly, and it looked big, too. Bigger than anything I’d expect a Flareon to have, but I wanted it so bad.

Flame paused one last time. “You’re sure about this, right, Marcus?”

All I did in response was turn around and raise my ass in the air. 

“You have no idea how bad I want you to fuck me right now, Flame.”

Maybe I was laying it on a bit too thick, but Flame went for it anyway. Without me even needing to adjust, I felt the massive Flareon loom over my back and pin me beneath his body. His two wide front paws stood beside my head. From behind, he wiggled his hips a bit, aiming himself until he felt the girthy head of his knot kiss my entrance. With how wet I was from my juices and his tongue working me over, I’m surprised I didn’t just swallow up his cock right there. Flame, though, proving to be more of a gentleman than I anticipated, slowly let himself in, sinking inch after inch of himself inside me. 

My new body seemed to just barely contain him, though it didn’t save my head from dropping to the floor or my tongue lolling out of my mouth from the sheer bliss of it all. I heard myself panting again, but I sucked in air as Flame’s cock reached my limit. Still, I felt his legs brush against mine, giving me solace that I could take his entire length. It was a whole other ordeal though when he pulled himself out, again taking his sweet time with it all. Perhaps that was his devious plan to coax more moans from me than I would have otherwise, but either way, his planned work. 

“God...you sound so girly now…” Flame chuckled between grunts.

“Sh-shut u-!” 

Flame slammed himself into me hard. A stark contrast to his pace before, but that was his plan to stifle any response I’d have to his teasing. The cheeky Flareon laughed again as he took the words away from me, but as he got himself so deep in me, he began to lose himself. His goal of teasing me further fell away as his cadence of fucking me picked up. As expected, my body’s natural lube made it perfect for Flame to glide in and out of me with such speed. Maybe something about Jolteons made them particularly compatible with Flareons, but I think Flame and I would both agree that our sex was incredible. So incredible that, as my body rocked back and forth along the couch to Flame’s rhythm, I wondered how I went my whole life without him and his knot in me. 

I wondered if I could ever go back to being human if it meant never feeling his throbbing knot inside me again.

The veins in Flame’s leg muscles began to pulse. Blood circulated in him like a vicious machine as he pounded me so well. I gasped, feeling something new begin to fill my insides. First just a few drops, but as Flame curled his neck around me and moaned such blissful moans into my ear, I realized what was coming. Still, he never missed a beat, slamming his hips into me, bouncing off my plush ass as so much of his hot seed flooded me. Such an intense feeling of being so completely filled by my mate. My Jolteon brain immediately went to hoping this would make me pregnant. That Flame would be hungry for more of my body later, and this round would only be the first of many. Judging by how much rapture spilled from the Flareon’s voice and filled my ears, I knew there would absolutely be more of our lovemaking to come.

As the rocking of my body in tandem with Flame’s began to slow, the Flareon gave a satisfied yet exhausted sigh. In a quick maneuver, he pulled his still throbbing knot out of my and collapsed beside me. On instinct, though, Flame looped his tail around my spent body and pulled me in close to him. I’d seen Pokémon mates sleep like this at the daycare, though to be locked in it myself with Flame proved to be a new and grand type of happiness. I could hardly move my limbs around, but even so, I felt so snug. So safe. So loved by him with the way he embraced me with his body. 

“How was that?” I heard Flame whisper into my ear. Even now, his voice sent arousing shivers down my spine.

“…Amazing,” I replied, still catching my breath. 

“Hehe, awesome…”

With that, I watched the Flareon’s sleepy eyes close for a well deserved nap. I giggled to myself at how fast he conked out, but I couldn’t deny he was cute when he slept. I found it funny as well that neither of us even cared about me ever changing back to being human. 

However, as we both shared our warmth and drifted off to sleep, I heard an urgent commercial come on the television.

“Attention! This is an emergency announcement for all MX-Breeding collars. Due to potentially irreversible and dramatic side effects, these collars are being recalled. If you or anyone you know has been affected by these collars, please contact-”

Suddenly, the channel changed. As Flame stretched out on the couch, he must have hit the remote. Soft music and a gentle sunset setting now played out before us. Before I could check with Flame, though, he was already snoring and digging his face into my fur.

I sighed. I told myself I’d try to call Wendy until the morning. For now, as I nestled so close to Flame, I decided to enjoy the moment. I snuggled in closer. Not a bad way to spend a Friday night.