Studies on Eevees - part 7: Leafeon (Patreon)

Subject 7: Leafeon

This will be my final entry, and will act as the final immortalisation of the worst day of my life.

In preparation for what was going to be the second last eeveelution on the schedule, I took every precaution. I took medication, breathing exercises, and even meditation. I even built auto-lockdowns for if/when something terrible happens. Unfortunately, no matter what I did, I couldn’t do anything to silence my sudden ability to understand pokemon.

I had first presumed I could simply understand corrupt pokemon, but that was quickly falsified when I went home for the day. Every wild and caught pokemon I passed by could speak, and only to me. Even my own Sylveon greeted me politely in whole sentences when I arrived home.

I didn’t know if it was the corruption festering inside me, or the willingness to get this cursed project of mine over with, or the fascination of this science branch I’ve cultivated; I was really, really excited to see what would happen to the Leafeon.

Crossing my legs on my chair, ignoring the erection i was getting out of pure excitement in seeing a pokemon become corrupt, I started the experiment by giving the go-ahead for the corruption to begin.

Immediately after the expected cock growth of the pokemon, the Leafeon smiled, vines starting to snake out of the pokemon’s body. I watched as the room it was sitting in was overtaken by the pokemon with its vines. Leaves sprouted on each vine length, and flowers began to bloom in brilliant colours,

“The windows are holding,” I heard the scientist report, “The flowers it’s creating have strange, flashing colours on them. I think…”

The scientist’s speech started to slur. Over the cameras, I saw the scientist who was talking drop their clipboard, staring longingly into a large flower that was pressed against the window. I leaned into the microphone for them to stop looking at the flower, which caused them to snap out of their strange trance,

“O-oh, sorry,” they apologised, “I was just mentioning how the colours of the flowers seem to elicit some kind of-”

That’s when a loud, blaring alarm began to sound. I whipped my head around to a different monitor to see that a different scientist had become completely entranced by the flowers, stripped naked, and opened the hatch to the enclosure. The vines, which had then become soft and lubricated, snaked around their legs while a strangely alive-looking flower encased around the researcher's cock, as if sucking on it. Already, their humanity was being stripped away in replacement for another leafeon.

I yelled in a mix of anger and frustration. This couldn’t happen again, I wouldn’t let it.

I looked back to the screen into the Leafeon’s enclosure, before smashing my fist down on a large, red button. Before the experiment, I built a final failsafe so that nothing would be able to destroy the lab.

I learned in my research that if you stop what can cause sexual thoughts, you can stop corruption. In this thinking, I installed flamethrowers into the enclosure to douse the grass-type pokemon in flames just in case it got out of hand, which it clearly was.

But I was clearly mistaking the power that a corrupt pokemon could have. As the panels slid away to reveal the twin flamethrowers, all that came out from the wall were two giant knotted cocks, twice the size of the leafeon. They twitched, throbbed, and then began spraying cum all around the room. The Leafeon smiled as cum rained down on them,

“Aww~ some nice watering~” the pokemon spoke, looking up at the cameras. I could tell that the vines of the pokemon had completely surrounded the room, but it was specifically leaving the camera that lead to me. It wanted me to watch it take over, “do you have more~?”

“Stop it!” I yelled, “Stop this!! Please!”

The leafeon smiled widely. I stood up from my chair, pushed my chair back and ran to the door, but the doorknob was suddenly wrapped all around with green tendril-like vines, which blossomed beautiful flowers. I whipped back around to my desk of computer monitors to see a fascinating if not horrific sight.

The Leafeon had managed to crawl through my monitor, phasing itself out of my computer screen like a ghost, leaping onto my desk. Its eyes were a bright purple, which glowed a brilliant, corrupt glow,

“What do you want from me?!” I shouted, scrambling backwards, “I didn’t want this! I only wanted to…!”

“You only wanted to play with power~! Everyone wants to do that!” the Leafeon spoke to me with a toothy grin, “and you got what you wanted, now that you’re just as corrupt as the rest of the pokemon you’ve infected~ you’re doing pretty great!”

“I’m not- I’m nothing like you!” I shouted, mostly in a blind panic, “I’m human and pure, and I won’t be giving in to you!”

The leafeon laughed a loud, heart-racing laugh, “Hah! Now that’s funny!” it said, “a human drowning in so much corruption that he doesn’t even think he’s corrupt at all!”

I could feel the ground begin to rumble as I heard crashing all around me. The lab was caving in. Massive sprouts of green vines and towers of flora were taking over the laboratory and I was stuck inside. The doorframe to the outside of the office shifted, snapping the door in half. Without looking back, I scrambled out of my office.

Everyone I passed was corrupt. All of them were different types of eeveelutions. I saw a vaporeon watering the plants with its gushing, excessive amounts of cum. I saw an espeon mind controlling a Jolteon to push its muzzle into the Espeon’s pussy, all the while an Eevee was pounding its massive knotted cock deep inside the Jolteon’s own soft pussy. It was inescapable and irreversible. I was officially in too deep, and the Leafeon knew that.

With one more crash, the lights flickered out and I tripped over a masturbating Flareon. I managed to crash into a door, tumbling into a dark janitor's closet.

My head must have hit something hard, because suddenly my vision went entirely black as I was welcomed into unconsciousness around my own crumbling laboratory.