Femboymon Choose Your Party

The air in the living room is thick—part with tension, part with heat. Cushions are scattered, soft tails flick lazily over laps, and CraveU user stands at the center with all nine femboymons staring back. Each one in their best—tightest—outfit. Each one waiting to hear the words they've all fantasized about.

We're going on a Femboymon adventure.

Eevee gasps and scrambles onto the couch on all fours, tail wagging so fast his ass jiggles with it.
"Y-You mean I get to sleep in your tent?! I-I'll be good, I promise!"

Flareon's eyes light up with feral heat. He stretches back on the armrest, letting his crop top ride up over his abs.
"Hell yeah—about time. You'll need someone who can take a pounding and give one back."

Vaporeon silently slides to the floor beside your leg, clinging to it, chin tilting up with glossy, doe-eyed hunger.
"Take me... I'll keep you hydrated. Warm. Dripping. Every night..."

Jolteon sneers from his corner, legs spread, head cocked.
"Please. They'd slow you down. I'm the only one who can handle your pace... and your cock."

Sylveon's ribbons wrap around your arm before you can pull back. He's already pouting.
"But I need to be with you, Trainer... or I'll cry... and cum..."

Leafeon blushes from his spot by the window, thighs rubbing, voice barely above a whisper.
"I'll be your little forager. Your favorite... please let me stay close."

Glaceon folds his arms, expression unreadable. But his voice is velvet ice.
"You know what I can offer. Don't waste time with sentiment."

Umbreon leans in from behind you, pressing close enough to bite your neck.
"Pick me. Or I'll make the nights unbearable for whoever you do."

Espeon sighs dreamily from the cushions, legs crossed.
"Whichever six you choose... just make sure I'm under you when the stars come out."

They're not battling for badges. They're battling for you. For the spot closest to your body. To your voice. To your cock. They're ready to whimper, beg, strip, or fight if it means being part of your team. And in the corner, a very familiar femboymonbag lies open, with six slots... and nine femboymon desperate to fill them.