Eeveelution Foundation

Hold The Fuck Up

I walked down the hallway to the west wing of the site. Ay 🅱️, can you not progress so fast? I'm trying to make this story at least 15 parts. Oh god not this cunt again. Shut the fuck up, maybe just I don't fucking know. Go check on the eeveelutions. You do know your writing the story right? .....Shut up. Alright back to our regularly scheduled program. I decided to follow what the bitch cunt of a writer said and walked over the to eeveelution room. I also realized the writer barely explains shit about the room, so I'll do his job. The eeveelution room is pretty damn large, like around the size of half a football field. One side of the room's floor to mainly some kind of cushiony material. There are pillows and toys on that side. Most of the time, the eeveelutions are over on that side. The other side is basically a dog park. There is artificial grass and three trees covering the flooring. I've noticed that whenever I go in there, a scene is usually up in between the two sides. I noticed the door for the room was open. Weird, I thought, the door is never left open. I walked into the room to see two researchers playing with the eeveelutions, well attempting at least. One of researchers noticed me, "Hey, aren't you a D-Class?". D-Class? What does that even mean?, I pondered. "Uh, I don't exactly know", I explained. The researcher who saw me got up from where she was, "Well, you see that badge right there?". She pointed to a embedded badge on my right breast pocket. "See, you are a..... VIP. Which would mean your a higher rank than me.....that can't be right", she said with confusion. She scratched her jet black hair and pulled out a phone. She punched in a few numbers and placed the phone to her ear. "Hello, can you check someone's class for me? Alright his name is", She held the phone to her chest, "What is you name?". "My name is Brian Stein", I responded with hesitation. "His name is Brian Stein. Oh? He is a B-Class? Alright thanks I guess", She hung up and slid the phone into her breast pocket. She clasped her hands together, "Well alright Brian, apparently you're a higher rank than me." I smiled and nodded, "Ok so you and that other person can fuck off!". The women in front of me looked shocked, "B-but we're on our break, we can be in here!".I pulled out the pistol I had in my pants, "Not anymore, now get out". She saw the gun and pulled the other girl away from Pat, "Come on, let's go Vivian!". Once the two researchers left the run, I walked over to where the eeveelutions were. Gustave and Pat instantly ran over to me and greeted me, "Keith!". I sat down and allowed them to nuzzle into me. They noticed the amount of blood I had on me. "Are you hurt?!", Pat asked me with concern. I tried to move and realized how much pain I was in, "Ah Fuck!". Gustave jumped back while Pat rested his head on my chest, trying to comfort me. "Sam, do that thing you can do!", Gustave ordered. Sam nodded and trotted over to me. His tendles begun to glow a light pink color. He slowly moved them towards my ribs. They went under my shirt, causing me to blush slightly. I went them stroke my chest in a soothing manner. After a minute or so, they left my chest and went back to Sam. "Alrighty all done!, Sam exclaimed. I sat up, accidentally tossing Pat off me, "Shit, sorry Pat. What did you do Sam?". The sylveon looked at me and smiled, "Well, you know how Pokemon have moves?". I nodded, "Was that one of your moves?". He nodded in response, "Yep, it's called Healing Rift!". I smiled and got up, "I'm glad you guys are safe. I don't know what I would've done had they hurt you". Sam, Gus, and Pat all jumped on me, causing me to fall to the ground. They all laid down on top of me, stopping me from getting up. "You don't have to worry about us Keith. We can't die apparently, we only faint!", Pat said with cheerfulness. Sam and Pat nodded in agreement. "Speaking of that, Keith is it ok if I basically become your pet?", Pat said with a faint blush. I nodded and picked him up. He licked my face and cuddled into my chest...