"Wakey-Wakey! Come on, sleepyhead. It's morning!"

Another day had started with the slow, beautiful rise of the sun. The light of that sun casted down with growing brightness though the canopy of a forest far-removed from human influence. It helped to awaken the young and energetic from their slumber, such as the little brown vixen with long ears and a mane, now up and alert from the sunlight that illuminated the interior of her den. Such creatures carried the work of stirring the heavy sleepers of the world, and the young fox, better known as an eevee, did her part, as she pressed her paws repeatedly into the chest of her beloved caretaker snoozing beside her.

"Mrrrrrr." A low grumble came out of the sleepy fox as a petite set of vulpine paws poked against his ribs. He was similar to the eevee, but much larger in size, with an exotic hue of red in his pelt and a far fluffier mane and tail than the vixen he cared for. A poof of hair also sat on his head that the eevee lacked, vaguely shaped like the flame of a candle. A fitting trait for the male, for he was a flareon, one of many of an eevee's evolutions and gifted with the power to wield fire, for good or for ill.

The eevee puffed her cheeks as the slumbering flareon did his best to ignore her attempts and catch at least a few more minutes of sleep. She had no choice but to resort to greater measures. She took a few steps back from the flareon and exclaimed with exasperation, "Wake up already!" Then she charged forward, throwing her minute weight into her caretaker as she tackled him.

"Oof!" The sudden wake-up call popped the flareon's eyes open, though only halfway. His groggy set of eyes turned with his head to see the little eevee now lying firm against the side of his body, her face buried in the soft comfort of his mane. The flareon's eyes soon widened at the sight. Just what was the eevee doing?

The little vixen popped her head of the flareon's mane moments later. "Are you up now, Mister Flareon?" she sang sweetly.

Just a misunderstanding. The fur on the flareon's cheeks did well to hide his embarrassment as he put aside the troubling thoughts that crossed his mind. "Yes, Amy. I'm awake, thanks to you," he said softly to the vixen.

"Yaaay!" The eevee pulled away, brimming with energy, pacing around the den as she watched the flareon push his body into a well-needed stretch before righting himself to stand on his four feet. The male tilted his neck side-to-side to get out the cricks before his gaze casually followed the vixen along her irregular path. He had never imagined the vixen could be so lively, but by now the flareon had grown accustomed to it, for it was quite adorable and uplifting to see her this way now. To him it meant, as a guardian, the male was doing things right.

"I bet you are wondering how we will be starting the day, Amy," guessed the flareon.

"I don't know, but I'm just happy we can start the day! Are we gonna go anywhere? I love going to special places," Amy said back to the flareon, still pacing about.

"Actually, I do have a place in mind," the flareon answered back, as he brushed back the poof of hair on his head, "There is a place where water doesn't flow along a stream, but has gathered into a great, massive pool, big enough to dunk your whole body with a splash. It's what we would call a lake."

"Oh, wow," Amy exclaimed. The description of the lake put a stop to her pacing as she was seized with excitement. "I've never seen one of those! Has it always been there?"

"Well before I was ever born, or so my mother would tell me," answered the flareon.

"What?" The answer surprised Amy as she trotted up to her caretaker, confronting him. "Then you've been keeping a secret from me. Why didn't you tell me sooner?"

Amy's words proved jarring for the flareon. The troubling thoughts from before threatened to rush back, compromising his composure with a fleeting moment of panic.

"Ab-b-bout the lake, you mean?" he stammered.

"Yes!" Amy confirmed. "Why'd you wait to tell me about the lake?"

The caretaker took a moment to clear his throat, giving him a chance to regain his composure. "Oh. Well, it is farther from home then we've traveled before. I wanted to wait until you were old enough and strong enough too."

"I'm old enough! And strong enough too!" Amy proclaimed, sitting straight and proud to prove it. "I'm ready for the lake, Mister Flareon!"

The fire breather couldn't help but chuckle at the way the vixen acted, so eager she clearly was to go on their trip today. "Then let's not waste any more time, Amy. The trip is long. We'll find our breakfast along the way and once we arrive we will treat our tired bodies to a well-deserved swim. Does that sound good?"

Amy nodded her head. "Mmm-hmm!"

"Then let us be off."

*****

The flareon and the eevee departed from their den, warmed by the glow of the overhead sun. Their travel through the woods towards the faraway lake was casual, but constantly ongoing. Well, it was for the flareon at least. As he strolled, Amy had a tendency to expel bursts of energy, sating her curiosity of various things along the trail while breaking up moments of tedium. The fire breather kept his eye on Amy all the while, thankful that the day was off to a peaceful start.

As the two walked along, the flareon thought back to how he and the eevee came together. He had departed for new territory after evolving from the touch of a Fire Stone, at the time a young male setting out to make his mark on the world. The last thing he expected at the time was to come across a fragile, frightened little pup crying alone, abandoned by her owner with little hope of surviving for long. He could've moved on to enjoy a bachelor's life, but he lacked the apathy to ignore her plight. He had stayed with that pup instead, slowly earning her trust as he fed her, sheltered her, and brought warmth and light into a life that had none. Before the flareon realized what had happened, he became a guardian far sooner than he ever expected, and he didn't even have to mate with anyone! But it was worth it, though. He felt important. He had purpose. And he had a front seat to the fruits of his labor as the once-frightened pup grew into a cute, healthy, attractive-

Wait. Those thoughts again. They had been quietly put to the side so far, but waking up with the vixen close to his side, their bodies flush against each other, had uncomfortably pulled them back to the forefront and refused to go away. Amy's petite, lithe figure had matured over the course of time, growing curves that tempted a desire he never got the chance to sate. A part of him felt wronged because of that. It was Amy's fault that he had been single for so long, after all. But they weren't related, and Amy wasn't exactly a pup anymore. Maybe he could...

...No. He can't. He shouldn't. He won't.

The flareon had spaced out whilst dealing with his personal demons as he walked along the trail to the lake. Thus, he didn't notice at first that Amy's attention was grabbed by a most peculiar sound, at least in the minds of the innocent. She had stopped to investigate, not realizing that the flareon kept walking without her.

 From what Amy could make of it, she thought someone was suffering a great deal of pain. She had traced the noise to somewhere just behind a nearby bush and poked her head through the leaves, expecting to see someone in need of help. Instead, the sight that fell upon her eyes led her to drop her jaw in shock, before she backpedaled in fright and bee lined straight for the flareon ahead of her. The fluffy, red fox was finally snapped out of his stupor when the eevee cut in front of his path and, in a panicked whisper, exclaimed, "Mister Flareon! Come quick! Something terrible's happening!"

"Something terrible? What? Where?" the flareon asked, as he spun around expecting danger to come hurtling towards them, but seeing nothing.

The vixen explained as she pointed towards the bush she peered into not too far away. "Don't you hear that sound? I thought someone was in trouble, and I was right! There's a little yellow mouse that's getting hurt by a big, orange one!"

The flareon listened closely. To him it didn't sound like someone in pain. He heard moans, groans, and the occasional, feminine squeak. A pikachu with a raichu for sure.

Oh, no.

The caretaker looked to the side, away from the eevee beside him, as he cursed his luck.

"I don't think the yellow mouse is getting hurt, Amy," he sighed. "You saw the orange mouse on top of the yellow one, holding her close, right?"

"Y-yes! How did you know?" the eevee asked, amazed at the flareon's powers of perception.

"Because I've heard that sort of noise before. The rodents...they're mating."

Amy cocked her head to the side. She repeated, "Mating?" The term was alien to her.

Of all the times to be having this talk, why did it have to be now? The flareon breathed deeply as his mind sought a quick end to the topic. "It's something males and females do with each other, if they love each other. A lot. So don't worry, the little yellow mouse is going to be just fine."

He hurriedly continued on the path, wanting to be out of earshot of the couple as soon as possible. "Come along now, Amy. They deserve their privacy."

"Um, okay." Amy promptly caught up with the flareon and followed him closely. As the couple she stumbled upon and the noise they made disappeared into the distance, she slowly forgot that something seemed off with the flareon moments before. For her, the trip to the lake was far more important.

*****

Much to the flareon's relief, the rest of the trip remained uneventful, and Amy didn't bring up the topic of mating again. It made it far easier to suppress the sexual urge bothering him, now uncomfortably riled by Amy's encounter with a pair of mating rodents. He kept his mind sharp and focused as much as he could, for the slightest moment of idle daydreaming pulled the pikachu and raichu's carnal indulgence into his thoughts, and if the moment was prolonged, he'd then see himself and Amy in that very situation. He'd then shake his head to literally jostle the thought right out of his brain. Whenever Amy asked if he was okay, he'd fib that he was getting more cricks out of his neck.

The flareon needed a serious distraction to take his mind off of the complete lack of intimacy in his life. Thankfully, that distraction was conveniently handed to him when the two foxes finally arrived at their destination. Together they now stood upon the shore of a massive, freshwater lake, its calm waters casting a picture-perfect reflection of the surrounding trees and the clear, blue sky above. The eevee's jaw dropped in awe as she witnessed nature's beauty.

"This... Is...Amazing!" the little vixen declared.  "Look at that pool! It's HUGE!"

"It's called a lake, Amy," her caretaker kindly reminded, "And yes, it's very huge, and perfect for a swim."

"Let's go, Mister Flareon!" Amy ran ahead of him, too excited to hold herself back anymore. Her little body splashed water every which way as her four legs pushed against the water's resistance. In no time flat, the eevee had cut through the shallow part of the lake near the shore, only to slow down as the lake's water quickly reached up to her neck.

The flareon's eyes popped at the eevee's recklessness. As a fire breather, he normally wouldn't dive into water, since it left him vulnerable, but he had to stick close to the eevee to safely reign her in. "Don't go in too deep, Amy!" he called out, running after her into the water, "You've never gone swimming before!"

As the red fox dashed towards the little brown vixen, his larger size evoked far bigger splashes in the shallow water, drenching him from head to toe. By the time he caught up with the eevee, who now precariously stood on the tips of her toes on the lake's bottom as her head bobbed at the surface, the flareon's tail, mane, and poof of hair all sagged and turned clumpy from the saturation. As soon as she saw the flareon's drenched state, Amy couldn't resist giggling at the male.

"Hee-hee! So that's why you stay out of the rain!" she teased. The flareon looked quite silly, and he certainly felt silly too, but with a grin he soaked Amy's head with a swing of his paw against the lake, sending a wave her way. The light-hearted payback from the male made Amy laugh even more as she raised her fore paws up high and brought them crashing down into the water, returning the gesture with an even bigger wave to splash against the flareon.

The flareon then declared giddily, "That's grounds for a duel, Amy!"

The both of them now threw wave after wave at each other, churning the lake's water chaotically in a light-hearted battle. Amy laughed with abandon as they tossed the cool, refreshing substance to and fro, all the while with unbridled joy. The flareon beamed as well, having a great time with the young vixen as he forgot about his sexual issues. The playful duel went on for several minutes. Soon, the flareon noticed he was gaining an advantage.

"I do believe I'm winning!" the flareon pointed out.

"No, I'm winning!" Amy shot back.

"But your waves are getting smaller. There's no shame in forfeiting if you're tired."

"It's not over ‘til it's over!" the eevee proclaimed. Even so, she was already starting to retreat to the shallower water, closer to the shore. Her caretaker was hot on her heels, sending her packing with wave after wave. Soon, the eevee escaped right upon the shore, dripping all over and gasping for breath, as she held up a paw signaling the flareon to cease his onslaught.

"Hold it! You can't attack me while I'm out of the lake, mister flareon! Those are the rules," Amy insisted, panting with exhaustion between words.

The flareon stood at the lip of the lake's water, blinking with surprise. He didn't recall that they had ever agreed to any rules. "Well, if those are the rules, then that means I'm the winner," he surmised.

"I'll beat you...someday...just you...wait..."

The prolonged exertion of energy in the water duel had quickly caught up to Amy. She no longer had the strength to stay on her feet. With a tired moan, she felt herself leaning backwards, until she suddenly toppled over, plopping her back against the shore as she tucked her tired legs against her chest and belly and lied her tail flat against the ground. The little brown vixen did all this with no other intention but to take a much-needed rest.

The flareon, however, almost gasped aloud.

Amy's petite, alluring body glistened in the sun. The drenched fur stuck to every curve on her body. Her position unwittingly exposed to her caretaker's eyes the sight of her slender hind legs and the fully exposed, delicate folds of her sex nestled between them. The flareon's image of Amy as an innocent, little pup in his care instantly vanished from his mind as he quietly stared from the shallow water. The thoughts he fought so hard to suppress, those depraved thoughts he insisted were wrong to entertain, fiercely surged back into his mind.

No, his instinct now insisted, Amy's not a pup anymore. She's grown now. She's bloomed. That eevee is the most tantalizing little female you've ever seen, and she trusts you.

She's all yours for the taking. What are you waiting for? Do it! Do it!

The flareon felt his legs begin to move, as if on their own. He felt magnetically drawn to the little vixen now as, with the utmost silence, he closed the distance step by step. By the time Amy noticed the flareon's approach, the red fox, still dripping with water, had sat down right in front of her hind legs, his eyes fixated on her sex. The sight of the flareon eyeing her, as if possessed, soon troubled her.

"Mister Flareon? Are you okay?" she asked nervously as she peered up to his face.

The flareon spoke back as he looked to her gaze now, his voice low and solemn. "Amy...you know we've been together for a long time. I took you under my wing when you needed help the most. I've come to love you since then. Very much."

He swallowed a knot in his throat. "And you've grown, since then. You're now the happiest, prettiest girl I know, Amy. And the love I have for you has grown with you. I...I've kept it back as long as I could, but it's too painful now."

"Huh? What do you mean?" The eevee asked.

The flareon didn't answer. Instead, he trembled as he lowered his body to lie prone against the vixen. He clutched the eevee's waist with his fore paws as his torso forced the female's hind legs to spread apart. The great warmth of the fire breather's body now pressed intimately against Amy all the way from her chest to her thighs and pelvis. Never had anyone embraced the eevee like this before. It struck her dumb as she looked to her caretaker, now growing fearful.

"Don't be afraid," the flareon hastily assured, "Remember what the mice were doing? Now it's our turn. And it's okay, because we love each other. You love me, don't you?"

It took a moment for Amy to reply. "Y-yes. I do love you. But you're scaring me," she admitted.

"Just do what I say, Amy, and everything will be fine. You'll love it before we're done. I promise," the flareon kept assuring. "For now, just lie back and relax."

Amy watched closely the moves the flareon began to make. First, she felt the hot breath of the male blown gently against the side of her neck. The massaging of her chest soon followed as the male brushed his paws over the nipples hidden beneath her fur. Those breaths from the flareon's muzzle slowly dotted a path down the middle as the male went lower, and lower, and lower still, down towards the feminine treasure she possessed between her legs. The heat in her body grew rapidly from the flareon's touch, even as her heart began to pound with anxiety the further he moved down. It thumped even harder when the paws of the red fox took hold of the calves of the vixen's hind legs and pinned them down to the sides, spreading her crotch for the flareon's face as he dropped down close to her pink lips.

"Haaah!" the eevee suddenly moaned in shock as the flareon sharply exhaled upon her sex, teasing it with a jolt of sexual pleasure. Then he sniffed between her legs to take in her scent.

"M-M-Mister Flareon," Amy stammered weakly. Now she was truly frightened. Her eyes began to swell up with tears. "I don't think I'm ready."

"Really? Because your body's telling me that you're more than ready," the flareon insisted, "You're scared because you're sensitive. Just relax."

"I can't relax because I'm scared," the little vixen whined.

"Then I'll help you relax."

Amy's caretaker rolled out his tongue. Without warning, he placed the wet muscle against the folds of the eevee's sex and stroked it in a single, sloppy lick. Amy gasped loudly as she closed her eyes tightly and threw back her head. She felt shortness in her breath as her anxiety rocketed right along with the intoxicating heat in her pussy.

Enjoying her taste, the flareon pressed on. His muzzle pressed right against the folds as his tongue now delved between them and lapped up the juices permeating from inside the vixen. The eevee could barely control her reactions as she heaved, moaned, and squealed just like the pikachu she came across earlier before, music to the flareon's ears. The relentlessness of the red fox proved far too much to take for the inexperienced female as she felt something build up fast within, moments away from bursting out. Unable to speak, she hyperventilated in a rising pitch as her body tensed all over, until she arched her back as she wailed, her senses exploding with an orgasm. Her folds tightened on the flareon's tongue as a rush of sexual juices rushed out to splash against his muzzle. Then her back dropped back down to the earth as she lied there before the flareon, overwhelmed without a shred of doubt.

"Mister Flareon..." Amy's voice trailed off as she struggled to gather her bearings. Nothing could have prepared her for that euphoric wave of pleasure that walloped her body, never mind who would be responsible for inflicting that upon her. Now she was horribly confused.

The flareon pulled away and rose back up to his feet, admiring his handiwork. "I can tell you really enjoyed that, Amy," he said, before licking his muzzle clean. By now the male's own passion was raging, for a noticeable protrusion could be seen coming out between his legs. Amy had never seen it before, her eyes widening at the sight.

"It might come as a shock to you, Amy, but that was just a warm-up. Now we're ready for the real thing," he went on to say to the vixen, "After all, when couples mate, they give pleasure to each other. So, now you get to return the favor."

"B-B-But I can hardly move! I can't do it, Mister Flareon," Amy cried.

"Oh, you don't have to move all that much. I just need you to stand on your feet, fold your tail back, and raise your rear up towards me. Then I'll take care of the rest," the fire breather explained. "I know you're really tired now, Amy, but I want to feel the same way you just did. You're the only female who can do that for me."

Now the little vixen started to feel bad. It would be terrible of her to leave the flareon in the dust. In spite of her apprehension, what the flareon had done felt incredible. "Well...okay. I'll try," she finally agreed.

The red fox watched the little eevee with anticipation as she rolled over to one side and slowly got up on her feet. Following the instructions of the male, the vixen started to shake as she turned her back to him, folded her tail back, and then finally presented her backside with her butt raised up high for him. Just seeing Amy do this hardened the flareon's erection even more than before.

"Like this?" Amy asked.

"Yes, exactly like that. Now, keep still for me," her caretaker instructed.

She did as she was told...sort of. Amy vaguely remember seeing the raichu push something thick and long into that pikachu, and now the flareon was about to do the same to her. So as she stood, waiting for the male, she shook with greater intensity, unable to bear the wait. Her paws dug into the earth, grabbing clumps of soil, as the flareon carefully stepped his body over her own. She saw his forelegs flank her body and gently pinch her in place at her chest. She felt the flareon's belly brush against her tail. Then, she felt the hind legs of the male start to spoon against her own.

Soon after, the flareon's tip took aim and planted itself against the folds of the eevee's sex. The little vixen gasped and shook harder than ever. A part of her screamed that she wasn't even remotely ready for this, but, as the flareon put it, she wanted to return the favor. There was no turning back now, not for her or for her caretaker.

"I promise to be gentle. It might hurt at first...so just relax," the flareon coached her.

The warning did little to help Amy relax. Instead, the little brown vixen braced herself, squeezing her eyes tightly as though she was about to feel the sting of a hypodermic needle. The flareon took in a deep breath before pinching his fore legs just a tad more against the eevee, steadying her to be de-flowered. With a curl of his spine, he pushed his hips forward. Amy clenched her teeth as she felt the flareon's prick spread her folds apart. The head of the penis made its way inside. Already she started to whine as the girth of the head stretched her folds and pushed her inner walls apart. But she was in for the shock of her life when the resistance of her tightened pussy gave way. The flareon slid in the rest of his length in such a sudden plunge that he slapped his crotch right against the cheeks of the eevee's rear. Amy yelped loudly as her caretaker filled her with a rod that was hard, moist, thick, and incredibly hot. It all happened so fast that the flareon didn't even realize he just broke Amy's hymen. He could tell, though, that the vixen had it rough. The muscles in her sex quaked erratically as her sex squeezed tight around the penis, so tight that the flareon felt like his malehood was being choked.

"That wasn't gentle at all," Amy whimpered to her caretaker, as she hung her head whilst shedding tears.

In spite of the wonderful feeling on the flareon's pride that fed into his lust, the pitiful state of the vixen proved to nearly be a mood-killer. But the flareon was determined to see this through to the end. If they stopped now, Amy would never want to have sex with anyone ever again, nevermind her caretaker. The fire breather stroked her side gently in an attempt to comfort her.

"I'm sorry. It's my first time as well," he explained, "I didn't mean to go so hard into you. I swear I'll go easy from now on. It's supposed to feel good for you too, or else I'd be a terrible mate."

"Cross your heart...and hope to die?" Amy asked.

"Stick a needle in my eye," the flareon responded in kind. "Hang in there, Amy. The pain will be gone soon."

Carefully the flareon began to pull out and thrust in. Pull out. Thrust in. he kept his erection deep in the eevee and his stride subtle. The last thing he wanted was to lose control, slip out, and spear the vixen painfully in the thigh or butt cheek. Soon, he found an ideal rhythm. His length enjoyed a smooth, sensual glide along the inner walls of the eevee's pussy as the vixen's juices coated and lubricated him. He felt Amy's trembling and whimpering subside. Her tears from before began to dry up as well. Instead, as he bumped his pelvis repeatedly against her backside, the flareon started to hear the softest moans of pleasure escape from the eevee's little muzzle.

"Oh..." Amy whispered, feeling the heat of pleasure return to her body with every pump of the flareon's penis. To the male's surprise, the eevee joined in with his motions, pushing her hips back in time with his thrusts to make the penis penetrate harder into her. At that moment, the flareon smiled the widest he had ever smiled. He had awakened the vixen's libido, and now she indulged in him the way he wanted to indulge with her. Now there was nothing left to stop them from truly being mates. The realization flared the lust inside the male with newfound vigor he wanted very much to satisfy.

"You know, Amy," the flareon said as he mated her, pausing between words to catch his breath, "If you want, I can pick up the pace, just a bit more."

"Yes...yes...give me more," the eevee moaned aloud.

Those five words proved the best thing the flareon ever heard come out of the vixen's mouth. With permission granted, he reeled the eevee in just a bit further back. She was forced on the tips of her hind legs as the flareon ceased gliding his cock in order to bang it right in with the swift thrusts of his hips. Her petite body bounced forward and dropped back in rapid succession as the lewd slaps of their bodies together filled their ears.

The heat of their passion rose between them to a boiling point as Amy panted uncontrollably, now taking so much of her caretaker's lust that her voice sang out, quivering with wantonness, and mixed with the rapid, hot breaths and grunts of her caretaker. As their carnal duet grew more frantic and primal by the second, a sensation the flareon waited far too long to experience rushed eagerly into his prick. His knot swelled at the base and, in a matter of moments, locked itself deep into the eevee's pussy. It forced him to churn deep as Amy squealed from the surprise, her mouth now agape with unbridled pleasure.

"Amy! Amy! It's coming, Amy!" The flareon moaned blissfully.

The eevee didn't answer. By now, the flareon had screwed her brains out and could only go along for the ride as the male drove himself and the vixen to the peak of her carnal pleasure. He pounded into her, knot firmly tied, in one last stretch to reach the one last moment that would seal their fate.

"Huh, huh, huh, huh....HHHHHNGH!"

"HAAAAAAAAAAH!"

Their voices squealed over each other as the moment finally arrived. Amy shook with spasms, coming once more, as her beloved caretaker slammed his crotch against her backside one last time. He dropped his jaw, his senses rocked by his orgasm as his penis, deep inside the little vixen, gushed hot semen by the spoonful again and again into her pussy. The eevee felt the substance fill her to the brim, the knot of the flareon the only thing keeping the seed of the male from spilling out. And thus, the innocence carried over from her days as a pup was torn asunder, never to be whole or pure again.

The flareon, as he felt the last of his seed spew out of his tip, suffered a level of fatigue that nearly matched the vixen now tied to him. Not wanting to crush Amy below with his weight, carefully took hold of her, keeping her close to his chest and belly as he rolled over to one side upon the shore.

"It'll be awhile before we can pull apart, Amy," he told her, "So let's just relax for a bit."

Amy could only murmur in agreement. After feeling two orgasms back-to-back, the pleasure had overwhelmed her so much that the little vixen could only think of taking a nap.

"Well, I know I felt good. I know you felt good too," her caretaker went on to say, "It felt strange and scary for you at first...but it's all okay, Amy, because we love each other very much, just like any male and female. We did it for each other."

"Mmm-Hmm." Amy's eyelids now felt very heavy, too heavy to keep open. Soon they were closed and the little vixen drifted off to sleep.

The sight of the eevee peacefully slumbering in the flareon's embrace warmed his heart as he caressed her waist affectionately with his paw. He sincerely believed that, after caring for the vixen for so long, he had finally been rewarded for his good deeds with the best mate he could ask for. She was the freshest, sweetest flower a lucky male could ever pick, and their first time together would definitely not be the last.

I wonder if she'll evolve because of this, the flareon wondered quietly, She'd make for a very cute espeon...