Studies on Eevees - part 3: Flareon (Patreon)

Subject 3: Flareon

It took us about two weeks to find a new location for our studies, set everything back up to working condition, and filter out all the corruption from the affected researchers to the point where they were in sound minds and capable of working again. Once I felt like my desk space was tidy enough, we all moved on to the next subject of our corrupt studies: Flareon.

Flareon’s thick and soft fur around its neck allows heat to be trapped in its body, which keeps the Pokémon warm enough to produce fire at any point, even in cold environments. Knowing this, I didn’t have any idea what Flareon’s corruption would do to it. Regardless, we managed to catch a wild Eevee and evolve it through an evolution stone. Its holding chamber is a heated, tiled area. I reassured my researchers that we wouldn’t be cooking the Flareon in the heat, but simply pleasantly warming it. For some reason, people assume that being a private government-funded underground research group means we’re naturally evil. I may be naturally intimidating, but we are not another stupid law-breaking “team” that seems to pop up in every region nowadays…

We let the Flareon settle into the environment, taking in the heated room, before laying down in the middle, its fur gently moving in the circulated room. I presumed that would be enough for the Flareon, so I gave the command to begin the experiment.

We used airborne corruption this time, mixing and dissolving in the hot air in the room and wafting down into the Pokémon. Two minutes later, the Flareon shifted its movement on the ground, letting out a huff, before rolling over. It kicked its leg a few times as its sheath began to twitch. A hot, red knotted shaft started to grow out of the sheath, dripping at the tip as it got harder and harder. Its paws began to stroke it, without any means of embarrassment that a team of fifteen scientists are watching it. In fact, it looked like it liked being watched, which meant it wanted a human.

Without thinking, I blurted out for someone to go inside the chamber. My urge wasn’t because I wanted someone to stop what the Pokémon was doing, I wasn’t even ignorant of the fact that I knew a human would react strongly if exposed to the Flareon’s heavy corruption. There was no ulterior motive, I just wanted to know what would happen.

As expected, no one jumped to my word. Everyone in the lab knew what could happen to them if they went inside. At that point I was faced with a problem I knew could only be solved by morals. The lab was silent for twenty tense seconds, the Flareon continuing to rub its meaty shaft against the wall, its thighs out, exposing itself to anyone watching.

That’s when someone finally raised their hand. It was one of the researchers that had their sex warped by the Vaporeon incident. Their cock bulge was impossible to hide, and they had grown quite large breasts, having completely become a hermaphrodite. In the weeks they had become this strange gender amalgamation, they became utterly disgusted in what they became. They didn’t know which bathroom they belonged in, what gender role they were meant to be in, and weren’t allowed outside without very strange looks from the public. They had received compensation, but the effect it had on their lives was too deep.

The first thing I told them was that if this was an attempt at mental suicide, I wouldn’t allow them to step into the chamber. That was when they explained their reasoning,

“All the transformed people seem pretty happy with themselves when they turn,” they said, flashing me with their strange yellow eyes, “I’d rather fall in headfirst than lean on the edge forever, y’know what I mean, sir?”

I kept my eyes on them the whole time they stepped into the chamber. In the airlock portion of the chamber door, they had stripped their clothing, as if completely giving in to the corruption that would take them. It took two seconds for them to become affected by the corruption, saying how intensely hot it was. One researcher yelped on my side of the window, exclaiming that they were burning alive, but it was only the red fur that had blanketed the human. Their cock morphed into a heavy, knotted shaft as they fell to all fours. Within thirty seconds, all traces of humanity had left them and they took to deeply frotting one another, huffing in each other’s intense pheromones and sexual, musky heat. Precum coated their fur and the walls, and it didn’t take long for one of them to push their knot into the others hot, furry womb.

In conclusion: I demanded a quarantined interview with the human-turned-Pokémon after the mating was done. All I wanted to know was how they felt, and if they thought this decision helped their self-esteem. They responded with a single sentence, which has haunted me ever since,

“I’ve never felt happier~”

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