This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially.
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Tickle Torture
"I told you this was a bad idea..."
Maxim snorted and rolled his eyes, the Eevee shuffling on his hind paws to peer through the bars of the cell. He leaned forward so that his nose just barely brushed the cold bars, fingers curled around the unyielding metal. His ears twitched and he flipped his paw at the stone-walled corridor outside, though his charge could not discern the gesture through the seeping gloom.
"I happen to recall that trespassing for those rodents was your idea," he grumbled, stumbling back and forth as he peered out into a darkness only penetrated by a solitary flickering lantern. "So don't you be trying to put the blame on me now, missy. I know just what ones like you are up to."
A grey ball of fluff shivered in the shadows, rocking back on her hind legs like a kangaroo as her tail curled back and forth. Jaya coughed, not bothering to cover her short muzzle, and looked Maxim up and down, though he was not all that much taller than her anymore.
"You didn't tell me that poaching was wrong until we were doing it."
She shook her head and folded her slim arms across her chest.
"And you didn't tell me not to either."
Jaya eyed him, grey tail tucked in close to her legs. The Neopet - a Zafara, not that anyone in her new, strange world would ever understand what that meant - pursed her lips and hopped up beside her caretaker. She'd come to love the old Eevee in his own funny way, yet didn't know why he was so troubled about being in prison again. She nudged his arm, blinking with her visible eye; the other eye was covered by her viewing glass, cracked and broken after too many years of abuse. She still refused to take it off, however, letting the world shine distorted for at least half of her sight. Sometimes that was the best way in which to view the world: warped.
Their relative peace was soon to be interrupted, however, as a surly faced Sneasel - wearing the typical shady garb of a Dark type - stomped down the corridor, claws smacking the stone as he made no attempt at all to hide his approach.
As Jaya faced him squarely, though her tail trembled, he held up a metal ring and jangled a set of keys at them as if the action was supposed to mean something profound. When they did not react, he frowned and jammed one key into the cell's lock, sliding the door back with a gruelling grate of metal on stone. Maxim's shoulders pushed back, tensing as he flipped his green scarf up and out of the way, back over his shoulder. Despite his age, his ears twitched to catch every noise as the Pokemon invaded their space, eyes shadowy and flashing with intent that he could only guess at.
"Time to go!"
The Sneasel's barked command made Jaya jump and, in a moment of rare panic, shoot behind Maxim's back like a startled kitten. The Eevee shifted his weight as if he could protect her, though his stomach sank down to his heels, stirring sickeningly. He blinked as the Sneasel approached, one paw outstretched as if to ward him off through sheer will alone. Swaying on his hind paws, he bit the inside of his cheek as his arm was grabbed and he was hauled away from Jaya as if he weighed nothing more than a downy, white feather.
What could he do to protect her? Jaya squealed as the Pokemon clamped manacles around her wrists and ankles, treating Maxim to the same and dragging them from the cell when they dug in their heels. The Eevee's heart pounded and he licked dry lips, though there seemed to be no moisture left in his mouth with which he could soothe the cracks in the skin.
He shook himself, forcing his wavering focus back to the moment, back to their situation. They had to get out, they just had to. But where were they even going? Jaya grabbed at the Sneasel's arm, begging to know what was going to happen to them, but he shook her off, sending her stumbling back into Maxim who could do little more than stop her from tumbling straight onto the cold, hard floor.
His head swirled and the chains connecting their manacles clinked as they were poked and prodded down the corridor rather than led, the Sneasel forcing their heads down whenever he thought they were being a little too interested in his surroundings. Maxim didn't know where the Pokemon thought they were going to go anyway - it wasn't as if he even knew what was up and what was down anymore. And Jaya would rather stay in a cosy cell than face the tremor of whatever city they'd been carted off to.
