After an inacceptably long time of absence I'm back again, this time with the third chapter of "Loving the 'Eons", a story that I was requested to write by someone who wants to stay anonymous. I can only apologize for keeping everyone waiting; I hope you'll forgive me. Also I'd like you all to notice that this chapter contains the longest sex scene I've written yet, which should make it more interesting for the masses ^^. Alright then, have fun reading it. 



PLEASE NOTE: I do not own Pokémon, and I have to say that I'm kind of proud of it, because the idea of capturing animal-like creatures to make them fight each other is pretty sick, actually. Whatever, each species of Pokémon referred to in the following text is the property of their rightful owner, however, the actual story belongs to me. 

WARNING: This chapter contains sexual intercourse between a male human who is not eighteen years old yet, and a female quadruped Pokémon. If this offends you for some reason, then please stop reading now. I am not willing to take responsibility for any kind of damage that you might experience from reading this story, since I'm not forcing you to read it, after all.


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Loving the 'Eons



Chapter three: One hot Afternoon


Joltea awoke from quite possibly the most wonderful dream she had ever had in her life, even though she couldn't even remember what it had been about. She just knew that it had been about Victor and her, and this knowledge alone was enough to make her feel so good that she almost gave in to the temptation of just going back to sleep again in order to let the dream continue. But she was too curious to just doze off once more; her ears and nose told her that she was not in the same room where she had gone to sleep the night before. There were faint noises, probably voices, but they were too low for Joltea to understand what was being said. Her ears twitched a little. Reluctantly, she opened her eyes and blinked, trying to not pay too much attention to that pleasant exhaustion she was still feeling.
Looking around, her first impression was quickly confirmed; She lay on a large, brown pillow in the middle of a small room that had nothing but two chairs and a TV on a table in it. More furniture wouldn't have fit in this tiny chamber, anyway. There was a closed door, and a window on the opposite wall, through which the light of the midday sun shone. The Jolteon blinked again, trying to get used to the brightness.

„You've woken up just in time", a familiar voice greeted her. Joltea turned her head and saw Flava sitting to her left. The Flareon was showing her a warm smile, which Joltea now returned. „Our first battle will start in about twenty minutes." The Jolteon nodded lightly. She had already figured they were at the battle arena; after all, Victor had signed up yesterday. He had probably carried her here by putting her inside her Pokéball while she had still been asleep.
Joltea slowly rose to her paws and shook her head, trying to concentrate. There was going to be a fight, so she couldn't allow herself to be sleepy. Maybe there would be a water type among their enemies. In that case, she'd have to win the battle instead of Flava. The Jolteon lowered her torso a little and stretched thoroughly, yawning as she did so. She heard Flava chuckle.

„You seem to have stayed up for quite a long time." Joltea blushed slightly at this comment, as she knew exactly what Flava was heading for. Once again, she looked around.

„Where's Victor?", she asked. The Flareon turned her head to the door.

„He's out there, trying to find out something about the trainer we'll be up against", she replied. Joltea nodded.

„Right...", she murmured, „I should have thought of that." She was facing the door as well. For a moment, there was silence. The Jolteon was feeling a little uncomfortable. An unspoken question hung in the air, a question that she felt reluctant to answer.

„...so?", asked Flava after about a minute of looking at Joltea, who had been constantly staring at the door. „What did you two do last night?" The Jolteon still didn't look at her, but Flava could tell that she blushed, anyway.

„I... I think you know that already...", Joltea said slowly and in a lower tone. The Flareon grinned.

„Yeah, I guess I do." She walked up to Joltea's side again and looked at her friend's face. „So, how does it feel to not be a virgin anymore?" The Jolteon gave a startled gasp and quickly looked around, almost as if she feared there could be someone overhearing their conversation. She then faced Flava, and the Flareon could tell that her friend was deeply embarassed.

„D-d-don't you think that's... p-private?", Joltea stammered. Flava shrugged.

„Well, I won't force you to tell me anything", she stated, „but I thought it wouldn't be a problem, you know... I mean, we never kept secrets from each other, right?" The Jolteon still seemed reluctant and kept looking over her shoulder and at the door. Flava shook her head.

„Look, Joltea, you don't need to worry about anything", she said. „Nobody except me is going to hear this, and you know I'd never tell anyone about it." She looked at her friend with a caring expression and gave Joltea a soft lick across her cheek. „I just want to know if you're happy with how things have turned out, you know, and if you had a good time last night after all that worrying." Joltea swallowed. Then, a small smile formed on her face.

„It was wonderful", she whispered, the blush still easily visible, especially now that her fur wasn't as dense anymore as it had used to be. „He was so gentle and careful... Yet still, very passionate as well..." Flava nodded. She had already expected something like this. After all, Victor knew Joltea well enough to understand that he only would have scared the Jolteon if he had been too aggressive in that situation.

„What kind of position did you do?", asked the Flareon with interest. Joltea still seemed a little reluctant to tell her, but nevertheless, she slowly lay down in front of Flava and rolled over on her back.

„Like this...", she replied, looking up at her friend. „It was his idea, and... I'm glad he chose this position." The Flareon smiled softly. Yes, this was definitely fitting for Joltea. But she knew that she'd never be satisfied with this; no, she already had something a little different in mind, and she was sure Victor would like it as well.

„So...", she began, „you won't have anything against it when I'm going to have my first time with him today, will you?" The Jolteon shook her head, rolled over and stood up again, facing Flava.

„Why should I?", she asked rhetorically. „He's our mate, not just mine... It'll be only fair if you get to have fun with him tonight." Flava grinned.

„Well, let's see how things develop", she said. „Maybe I won't be able to wait until tonight..." She noticed that Joltea looked at her with a rather surprised expression. The Flareon shrugged.

„It's a spontaneous thing, Joltea", she reminded her. „I'll ask him about it whenever I feel like it. If it feels as good as you said it does then it'd be a pity to just do it at night, anway." The Jolteon looked to the side.

„If you think so...", she spoke and then gave a soft sigh. „Look, I don't want to go on your nerves, but wouldn't you think it'd be more romantic, if..." The Flareon's chuckle interrupted her.

„I don't care so much about whether or not it's romantic", she reminded her friend. Joltea frowned. Flava gently nudged her cheek with her nose. „It's much more important to have fun with the one you love, and that doesn't depend on the time of day."

„Well...", the Jolteon said reluctantly, „I still disagree... I just... I just don't think I'd feel comfortable doing it in the broad daylight..." Then, she smiled. „But that's fine, I mean, we're different and we both know that... And it's a good thing, because Victor would probably miss something if we weren't..." She slowly turned to look at the door again. „I wonder when he'll return..."

„It won't take that long, I guess", replied Flava. „Our battle will take place in a short time, he'll have to come back here and pick us up." She noticed her friend's longing expression and grinned. „You don't feel lonely without him, do you?" Joltea smiled and, once again, blushed.

„A little...", she said in a low tone. This took the Flareon a little by surprise.

„Oh, come on now." She smiled. „It's not like he's not going to come back. He'll be here in a few minutes, and besides, I'm still there to keep you company." The Jolteon took a deep breath.

„Well, I love him", she replied. „Of course I feel lonely when he's not around... Don't you?" Flava blinked and shook her head.

„Not really", she said slowly, still a little confused by her friend's words. „I mean... I would feel lonely if he really left us, of course... But he's just out there, talking to some trainers, so why should I feel bad about this?" Joltea looked to the side and shrugged.

„Yeah, well..." She didn't seem to be able to think of anything she could say in response, so she turned to the door again and frowned. „Those trainers you mentioned...", she said, „do you think some of them are... female?" If Flava was confused before, then now she really didn't have a clue of what Joltea was talking about anymore.

„I guess", she assumed, „but why would that..." Suddenly, she understood what Joltea had meant to imply. She giggled. „You're jealous!" The Jolteon jerked and turned around.

„I'm not!", she claimed. „I... I'm just concerned about Victor, that's all..." Flava grinned.

„Yeah, right. As if he was in any kind of danger." Joltea looked like she wanted to say something, but she obviously couldn't think of anything to disprove the Flareon's words. Flava stepped closer to her. „Maybe you should pay attention not to exaggerate it", she went on in a low, but caring tone. „You know, it's natural being a little jealous, but you shouldn't become overpossessive..." Joltea shook her head.

„I'm not overpossessive." She showed the Flareon a warm smile. „We're sharing our mate, Flava, and I have nothing against it. How could that ever be called overpossessive?" The Flareon smiled as well and nodded.

„I guess you're right", she agreed. „Just remember not to worry too much, it's..."

„...all going to be fine", Joltea finished the sentence for her. She grinned. „You've told me this a few hundred times already." Flava shrugged.

„Well, you always seem to forget it again", she replied and then grinned, too. „But don't worry, I'll keep reminding you as often as necessary." Joltea chuckled and gave her a lick across her cheek. She wanted to reply something, but she stopped as she heard a clicking sound. Flava and Joltea both turned her heads to the door as it opened. Victor entered the room; today he was wearing black pants and a white t-shirt under a black shirt. His long hair was restrained in the usual ponytail, and overall, he made a very elegant impression.

„Oh, you're awake", he said as he closed the door behind him. Joltea quickly stepped up to him, showing him a sweet smile. He kneeled down and raised a hand, gently ruffling through the fur on her forehead. „How are you two feeling? Are you ready for some fighting?"

„I couldn't be any more ready!", exclaimed Flava, moving closer to Victor as well. The trainer nodded.

„That's good to hear." He stood up again. „Alright, so I've managed to find out something about the first one we'll have a battle with. She has five Pokémon, but she told me that grass types were by far her favourite, so she should have at least one of them with her. I guess it'll be a fairly easy match; I paid attention to make her think I'm a total loser, so she'll definitely underestimate us." Flava and Joltea both nodded. This was a common strategy that Victor used quite often, and it generally made it easier to win battles. Of course, something like this was only possible because the trainer travelled a lot, and never stayed in larger cities for more than three or four days, so that nobody could really remember him in the long run.
Victor took the two Pokéballs from his belt.

„You know it's better this way", he said. Neither Flava nor Joltea really liked being held inside of their balls, but their trainer was right and they knew it. If anyone saw which Pokémon Victor had before the battle, then they'd have a clear disadvantage once it would start. He pressed the buttons on the Pokéballs, and after the usual flash of light had disappeared, Joltea and Flava were gone. Victor took a quick look around the room, making sure there wasn't anything he may have had forgotten; he then left it, and closed the door behind him, locking it with the key he had received at the entrance of the building.
There were arenas like this practically all over the country, and they were all very well organized. These small rooms were there for the trainers to wait until their scheduled fights would start, and maybe to work out a strategy together with their Pokémon. But there wasn't any need of the latter for Victor, since Flava was such an experienced fighter, and they had worked out fitting tactics against every different Pokémon type long ago.
The trainer walked down a long corridor, which had doors on both sides. These doors mostly led to rooms like the one Victor had just come out of, as well as to areas that were for employees only. Victor looked at his watch. It was 12:26 PM, so there were only four minutes left until the battle would begin. Still, he wasn't in a hurry, since he knew he'd arrive at the battle area in about two minutes. All the arenas had been built from the same plans, so he knew where he had to go.
Opening a larger door and stepping through, he entered the lobby. There were a lot of people there, trainers and spectators alike, talking to each other or standing in line at the counters that sold sweets and drinks. Six doors led out of this room; the one Victor had come out of and another door just like this one, which led to a second corridor. Then, there was the entrance, and finally the three large doors behind which lay the battle areas. There were three arenas, so that multiple fights could be held at the same time. This was one of the main reasons why the battles always drew a lot of spectators; with two or even three fights going on at the same time, there was no possibility it would ever get boring.
Victor stepped aside to not block the door, and reached inside his pocket. He checked his ticket and nodded. His battle was going to take place in arena number one. The trainer walked up to the open door and gave his ticket to the employee who was standing there. All of it was simple routine, of course. He was allowed to enter and walked right in.
There was a battle going on in arena number two, which lay right next to number one. Two fairly young boys were cheering for their Pokémon: a Starmie and an Abra. Victor slightly shook his head. It wasn't hard to see that these trainers were not very experienced; the battle had no strategy at all, it was a mindless exchange of attacks until one of the Pokémon would go down. Most of the spectators didn't seem too entertained, but their expressions definitely lit up as they noticed that another fight was going to start very soon.
Victor's watch said 12:28 as he reached the side of the arena. The girl he was scheduled to fight against was standing there as well; she smiled as she saw him. Then, her gaze went to his belt and she saw the two Pokéballs. She seemed surprised.

„You only have two Pokémon?", she asked. „Look, are you sure about this? Two thousand Pokédollars is a lot of money, we can lower the bet if you want..." Victor shook his head.

„Don't worry", he replied. „It's not that big of a deal if I lose. I told you my parents are very rich, two thousand Pokédollars really isn't that much money for me." He offered her his hand and smiled. „Let's do this for the fun of it, not for the money." The girl hesitated for a moment but then took his hand and shook it, making the bet official.
Victor had lied, of course. His parents weren't rich, and it had been at least a year since he had seen them, although he made sure to phone them at least once a week. They had always been rather supportive, but he still remembered that it had taken a weight of her shoulders when he had found out he could make a living off of Pokémon battles. And two thousand Pokédollars was a lot of money indeed. But Victor knew he wouldn't lose. The girl he'd be fighting against seemed to be about his age, but she probably wasn't as experienced as he was, otherwise she wouldn't have told him anything about her Pokémon before the battle. Unless, of course, everything she had said had been lies... But Victor could normally tell when someone lied to him, and he was sure this girl was just a little too naive. She probably really did this just for fun; people like Victor, who financed their whole lives through Pokémon battles, were a lot more serious about such fights.
One of the announcers who worked at the arena walked up to the middle of the battle area and motioned Victor and his female opponent to follow him. The trainer looked at his watch as he entered the large circle that was drawn on the ground. It was exactly 12:30.

„Looks like it'll be a two on five battle, everyone!", the announcer spoke into a microphone. His voice echoed all across the large room. „You know the rules, no Pokémon may be returned before its first minute on the battlefield is over!" He pointed at the girl, that was now standing on the opposite side of the circle, her eyes locked on Victor. „You seem to be having the advantage, so you'll be choosing your Pokémon first." The girl nodded and the announcer stepped aside, quickly leaving the circle. „Let the battle begin!"

„Go, Jake!", she shouted, tossing one of her Pokéballs onto the ground. Less than a second later, a gigantic Venusaur stood in the middle of the circle, quickly getting into a battle stance. Victor raised an eyebrow. This seemed to be a pretty tough Pokémon; still, he wouldn't be a problem for Flava.

„He's all yours, Flava", he said as he took her Pokéball and tossed it, making the Flareon appear right in front of the Venusaur named Jake. She smirked as she saw what kind of Pokémon she was going to fight against. The female trainer rolled her eyes and seemed to mutter something, but Victor couldn't hear her.

„One down, one to go!", came the voice of the announcer that was commenting the battle next to Victor. The girl glanced over to battle area number two, and Victor knew this was the perfect opportunity, since the Venusaur was still waiting for his trainer to give a command.

„Flava, Flamethrower!", he shouted. The Flareon quickly got ready to perform her attack, and the girl turned back to the arena with a shocked expression.

„Dodge that! Jump to the side!", she cried. The Venusaur tried to do what his trainer had said, but it was too late already. Still, because he managed to move away at least a little bit, the roaring fireball only hit one of his hind legs. The Venusaur growled and winced, but remained standing, even though he quite obviously was in pain. Where Flava's flames had hit him, his skin was burnt.

„Vine Whip!!", the female trainer commanded. „Knock her down!" Right after these words had left her mouth, Victor shouted:

„Flava, to the left, and then back away!" The Venusaur smiled to himself and lashed out with his vines, aiming for a place a few feet left of where Flava had just been standing - only that the Flareon wasn't at that position, either. Right after hearing Victor's command she had jumped to the right, and was now running towards theVenusaur. A rather long time ago, they had figured out that the easiest way to win a battle was to completely confuse the enemy, so whenever Victor said „left", he actually meant „right", and when he said „back away" he meant „charge". Once again, this strategy worked. The Venusaur was obviously surprised as Flava came running towards him.

„Great! Now try a seventeen!" Flava and Victor had worked out a lot of special tactics and maneuvers to which they only referred using numbers, so that the opponent wouldn't know what was going to happen. Just as the Venusaur tried to hit Flava with his vines again, the Flareon performed a powerful jump and flew right over his head. Before the plant Pokémon even knew what was going on, he was already bathed in a stream of flames that came directly from above him. Flava landed on the enemy's back and quickly jumped off, as the Venusaur couldn't support his weight with his legs anymore and sank down. His eyes closed.

„Unable to fight!", stated the announcer. Some of the spectators cheered. „It's two on four now!" The sound of clapping hands reached Victor's ears and he nodded at Flava. The Flareon took a few steps back, leaving the center of the battle area, coming a little closer to her trainer. They both watched as the girl recalled her injured Venusaur.

„You were lucky to have a fire type!", she spoke in a loud tone, making herself heard through the steady noise in the large room. „Let's see how your Flareon handles this!" She grabbed another Pokéball from her belt and tossed it. In the center of the arena, there appeared a Poliwhirl. The Pokémon looked around for a moment and then focused on the Flareon in front of him.
Victor quickly checked his watch and smiled.

„Well done, Flava", he said as he recalled his Pokémon. He exchanged his two Pokéballs and released the Jolteon instead. „It's your turn, Joltea!" Once again, he noticed the obviously displeased expression on the other trainer's face. Nonetheless, she quickly gave her command:

„Quick, Cynthia, Body Slam!" The Poliwhirl came running towards Joltea, who seemed to be a little unsure about what she should do. She glanced over at Victor with a nervous expression.

„Charge up for a Thundershock", ordered her trainer in a calm, but hasty tone, „but don't fire it. Trust me, it'll work." Joltea nodded and tensed up as she started to focus on gathering her electricity. Within less than a second, the air around her started to sparkle with small glints of lightning, while the Poliwhirl came closer and closer. The Jolteon felt the energy building up inside and around her; it wouldn't be long before she'd have to unleash it in an attack, or she'd endanger her own health.

Victor was satisfied to see a horrified expression on his enemy's face.

„Cynthia!", she cried, „Abort the attack! Come back here!" But the Poliwhirl had gained too much speed already to just stop; still, she tried her best to slow down, but it was of no use. She skidded right into the circle of electrified air around Joltea, and started jerking uncontrollably as waves of lightning surged through her body. Victor saw his Jolteon tremble. The energy that had built up inside her body would injure her if she didn't release it within a few seconds.

„Now!", he shouted, „Thundershock!" The large amount of electrical energy that Joltea had gathered was unleashed in a glowing, crackling stream that completely enveloped the Poliwhirl. The attack was powerful enough that its brightness forced Victor, Joltea, the female trainer and most of the spectators to look away for a second; when they redirected their attention to the battle, the water type lay in front of Joltea unmoving, her face on the ground. Victor couldn't hear it, of course, but he could have sworn the girl was gritting her teeth.

„There are only five Pokémon left in this fight", shouted the announcer. Once again, Victor heard cheers and clapping hands, this time louder than before. He looked at his watch while the girl returned her Poliwhirl. Joltea had to stay out for at least another thirty seconds. He shouldn't have made her finish off that water type so quickly! Victor frowned as he noticed his opponent showing a sly grin. This couldn't be a good sign.

„A fire type and a lightning type", she stated. „Well, let's see how you handle this!" She tossed her third Pokéball, shouting: „Go, Titan! Show them what you're made of!" There was the familiar white flash, which then revealed the intimidating form of a Graveler. The rock type seemed to have the same grin on his face as his trainer had, as he saw what kind of Pokémon he was up against. Victor raised an eyebrow. Sure, neither Flava nor Joltea were effective against Gravelers; still, he knew he'd win this battle. Even though they definitely were tough, rock types had never been hard to defeat; that was, if one used an intellegent strategy.
The Jolteon was getting a little nervous at the sight of the large moving stone with four arms in front of her. She looked back over at Victor, who nodded.

„Just stay calm", he said. Joltea turned back to the Graveler.

„Titan!", shouted the girl, „Gather some speed and do a Body Slam!" The Pokémon nodded and started running towards Joltea who stood in a tense position, ready to jump out of the way.

„Steady", Victor told her. „Steady. A little longer." The Jolteon's gaze was locked on the large mass of massive stone; the Graveler now jumped forward, pulled his hands and feet back against his body so that he formed a ball, and came rolling towards the electric type. Victor smiled. He had expected something like this; sure, if the attack hit, it would do a lot more damage than if the Graveler had just kept on running, but the rock type would now have problems changing the direction of his charge.

„Wait", he said in a low tone. „Wait... Now, left!" Upon hearing this, Joltea immediately jumped to the right, the Graveler rolling past her, narrowly missing by just a few inches. He immeditaly seemed to realize what had happened and tried his best to stop himself from rolling further, thrusting his feet onto the ground. „Run away!", shouted Victor, „Straight line, to the other side!" Of course, Joltea understood what he actually meant, and started dashing until she had reached about the center of the battle area; from there, she ran in a curve, back towards her trainer. The Graveler, who had at first tried to follow her, now quickly got between Victor and her.

„Great work, Titan!", cheered his trainer. „You've got her now, just don't let her get back!" Once again, the Graveler came running towards his enemy. Joltea saw Victor motioning her to come back, and even though that meant closing in on the rock type, she obeyed his command. The two Pokémon were on a collision course now.

„She's going to jump!", shouted the girl. „Intercept!" Inwardly, Victor shook his head. He almost felt bad for fighting against someone as inexperienced as this trainer obviously was; still, it was easy money, and it was the girl's own fault for being so naive. Meanwhile, the two Pokémon had almost reached each other; Victor knew it was time now.

„Joltea, jump as high as you can!" The Graveler heard this and imediately jumped, trying to attack the Jolteon while being in the air. But once again, Victor's tactic had managed to fool the enemy; Joltea just ducked, while keeping on dashing, trying to make herself as flat as possible, running right through the Graveler's shadow. When the rock type came back to the ground, which made the whole floor shake for a moment, the Jolteon had closed in on her trainer. Victor quickly looked at his watch and smiled.

„Great work, Joltea. That was really fast." Joltea smiled at her trainer, obviously proud of herself for doing such a good job. Victor recalled her and then tossed Flava's Pokéball. The Flareon appeared with a grin not unlike the one the Graveler had shown earlier. The rock type had positioned himself in the center of the arena again, looking at Flava, waiting for his trainer to give a command. The girl frowned.

„You know that fire is just as ineffective against rock as electricity is, don't you?", she asked. Victor shrugged.

„I... may have forgotten about that?", he proposed, trying to sound as stupid as possible. He didn't really believe his enemy would buy this after how the battle had begun, but it was always worth a try. And indeed, the girl still didn't seem to know what exactly to think of him.

„Alright, Titan, let's get this over with", she said to her Pokémon. „First, get a hold of her, then we'll decide on the specific attack." The Graveler nodded in agreement and began to approach Flava; this time, he was moving slowly, but seemed to be much more focused on his task than before. The Flareon looked at Victor to confirm what she guessed would be his command; there was a common procedure that they always used when fighting against rock types, and Flava was sure that Victor wanted her to start with it as usual. But her trainer shook her head.

„Not yet", he said. „Look at him, he's not ready. Try Plan B." The Flareon smiled. To each of their tactics, there was at least one alternative, in case something didn't work out or wouldn't have any chance to succeed for whatever reason. Flava charged at the Graveler, but pulled to the left at the very last moment, turning her head and opening her mouth to launch an Ember attack at him. The attack hit his arm, but it didn't seem to have any effect. When the rock type turned to where the Flareon had run, she was behind him already, hitting him in the back with another Ember. The Graveler let out a displeased grunt. The Flareon started to circle him now, continuously shooting Embers at him. Whenever the rock type lashed out at her with one of his arms, she jumped back a little, but she never ceased her constant attacking. And though he didn't take any damage, the Graveler was obviously getting annoyed.

„That doesn't work", stated the female trainer. Then, she smiled. „Try Rage! Don't let that annoying Flareon get the best of you!" The Graveler grinned evily. He closed his eyes and placed all of his hands on his chest, just as he got hit by another Ember. When he opened his eyes again, they were of a crimson red color. His head jerked, and he saw the Flareon; less than a second later, he came running towards her already, roaring angrily. Flava stopped attacking him and jumped aside. The rock type came to a quick halt right next to her and began swishing his arms around, trying to hit the Flareon.

„Alright, that looks good!", Victor shouted at her. „Now just do the usual." He watched Flava repeatedly dodge the Graveler's frantic attacks; he mindlessly threw punches at her, all of them extremely powerful, but not one was well aimed. He grunted and snorted, getting angrier by the second, which made his attacks even more useless. At one point, Flava just walked around him, hiding behind his back; the Graveler didn't even take notice of that and kept on bashing the place where the Flareon had stood before. His trainer shouted at him, trying to make him understand that his target was behind him at the moment, but he didn't listen. Flava sat down and grinned, looking up at the large rock type, slightly wagging her tail. She had always found the behaviour of an enraged enemy amusing. Some of the people in the audience started laughing.

„I think it's time for the next step, Flava", said Victor. The Flareon nodded, and her grin grew broader. This was her favourite part. She waited until the Graveler made a short pause between two of his blind attacks and then jumped upwards, landing right on his back. The rock type didn't even notice it, and neither did he listen to his trainer's voice warning him. Flava took a deep breath and then unleashed a powerful Flamethrower, engulfing her enemy's head in a churning stream of fire. The Graveler howled and his body started shaking; the Flareon had difficulties holding on to his back, but she managed to stay on top of him. The rock type reached behind him, trying to get a hold of Flava, but she just burnt his hand with another Flamethrower. Like before, the attack wasn't very effective, but it served to make the Graveler go insane with anger. He used his other fist to throw a punch at the Flareon on his back, but just then Flava jumped off, landing safely on the ground again, while her enemy hit himself in the side of the head with his attack. The incredible force was too much even for a Graveler, and the rock type fell to the ground. He tried to get up again, but Flava quickly bathed him in another Flamethrower, and this seemed to be enought to drain the last bit of energy from his body. His eyes closed, and he stayed on the floor.

„What an extraordinary maneuver!", came the announcer's voice. „It's down to a two on two now!" A lot of people applauded; from the corner of his eyes Victor saw that the two young trainers in arena number two were watching the fight now as well. They had obviously finished their battle a short while ago and were looking at Victor with an expression of admiration. Meanwhile, the girl was flabbergasted. She just shook her head over and over again, staring at her unconscious Graveler.

„How did... How... I mean, what...?" She was too surprised to form a coherent sentence, and Victor could understand her. Rock types were generally regarded as some of the strongest Pokémon in general, since they could withstand almost anything and were often able to fell an enemy with a single, powerful blow. But every Pokémon had weaknesses, and Victor knew how to make use of these. Flava returned to her side of the circle again and got into her typical battle stance, anticipating her next enemy. The female trainer slowly returned her injured Graveler and took another Pokéball off her belt. Her reluctant moves and her hopeless expression told Victor what was wrong. It was obvious that she had used her most powerful Pokémon at the beginning of the battle, and now they were defeated, while Victor's Eevee evolutions still hadn't even been hit by a single attack.

„It's your turn, Kevin!" Her voice didn't sound nearly as enthusiastic as it had sounded when she had sent her Graveler into the battle. The Pokéball opened and a Lickitung emerged from it; Flava took a step back. She didn't like this kind of Pokémon one bit; a shiver of disgust went through her body just at the imagination of being hit by her opponent's wet tongue. She looked at Victor for a short moment.

„Be aggressive", he said. The Flareon knew, of course, that this meant that she had to wait until the Lickitung made his move. She glanced over at the female trainer, who had decided on a command to give her Pokémon.

„Wrap!", she shouted. „Catch her and hold her down!" The Lickitung's feet didn't move; instead, he just arched his head back a little, and then spat his large tongue in Flava's direction. As it flew towards the Flareon, the pink organ seemed to have an infite length, since it came closer and closer while the Lickitung just kept standing where he was.

„Now!", shouted Victor, and it triggered a learned reflex within Flava; without thinking about it, she took a deep breath and shot a Flamethrower at the area right in front of her. Her enemy was too far away to be hit by the attack, but as his tongue dove into the cloud of fire, the Flareon understood which effect her trainer had been aiming for. Within less than a second, the tongue shot back into the pink Pokémon's mouth, while the Lickitung was howling in pain. His arms were shaking frantically; having one of the most sensitive parts of his body burnt had made him lose control. Flava looked at Victor once more, and he nodded; she dashed forward and used a combination of Quick Attacks and Embers to defeat this enemy. The girl sighed loudly, as she recalled her fourth Pokémon; but her sigh drowned in the loud approbation that came from the spectators.

Her last Pokémon was a Gloom. Having the same disadvantage that the Venusaur had had, and being weaker than this Pokémon, it didn't stand a ghost of a chance against Flava. She caught it in a Fire Spin at the very beginning of the battle, which kept the Gloom from attacking her. One last Flamethrower then finished it off.

„We have a winner!", shouted the announcer, pointing at Victor. The trainer bowed in response to the cheers he was receiving, and then let Joltea out of her Pokéball to let her be applauded as well. Being used to this, the two Eevee evolutions stood still for a moment, posing for the spectators, and then went back to their trainer, who kneeled down and gave them both a pat on the head. He then stood up again and recalled them, leaving the arena to wait outside for the girl who owed him two thousand Pokédollars.









„Alright, so how did you do this?" It was about twenty minutes later, in the cafeteria. Every arena had a place like that, and only trainers who fought at the arena were allowed to access it. This was where they could pass their time, waiting for their next battle. Since Victor's next fight was scheduled for 4:40 PM, he still had about two and a half hours. The cafeteria was a great place; not only was the food way cheaper than outside, since the trainers were the reason why people came to visit the arena, paying entrance fees, but also was this a place where the Pokémon could be kept outside of their Pokéballs. Of course, Victor normally didn't show anyone which Pokémon he had, but since everyone had just seen them during the battle, there was no point in keeping them trapped inside their balls. Also, the cafeteria wasn't exactly crowded. There were a lot of tables, but only four of them were occupied, so there were about twelve trainers in the room, including Victor. He was eating the salad he had ordered, not paying much attention to the girl that was sitting at the opposite site of the table; it was the trainer he had just fought. As she had told him, her name was Christine. Joltea and Flava were sitting on the ground, just a few feet away, with two feeding dishes in front of them. They were talking among themselves, sometimes taking short looks at Victor.

„How did I do what?", he asked, bringing the fork to his mouth. He wasn't exactly keen on sharing his secrets with anyone.

„How did you defeat me so easily?", Christine asked. She pointed at Flava and Joltea. „Look at them, not one of my Pokémons' attacks even hit!" A small grin formed on Victor's face.

„They know how to win", he replied. He put the fork in his mouth, starting to chew on his food. The girl seemed unsatisfied with his answer.

„Is that all you've got to say?", she said, frowning. Victor nodded. Christine shook her head. „I just paid you two thousand Pokédollars! Can't you at least give me some hints on how to improve?" Victor swallowed his salad.

„You paid because you lost the fight, not because you wanted me to give you lessons." Christine gritted her teeth. „I would've never made such a high bet if I had known you were such a good trainer!" Victor shrugged.

„Well, there's your lesson", he said. „Don't be so trusting in the future, then things like this won't happen again." The female trainer sighed.

„I still can't believe that I fell for that bluff." She lifted her glass of water that stood on the table and took a sip. „You really know how all of this works, don't you?" Victor nodded.

„I'm making a living off of it", he replied. „I can't afford not to know that." He continued eating for a moment; after he had swallowed another bite of salad, he added: „Not to offend, but you were quite an easy target." The girl raised an eyebrow.

„I was?" Victor nodded.

„Of course you were." He placed his fork next to the bowl of salad and interlocked his fingers. „You don't go around telling everyone your favourite Pokémon are grass types", he lectured. „Knowledge is power. Do you recall me giving you any information on my team?" Christine thought for a moment and then shook her head.

„You didn't say anything about your Pokémon", she replied. „All you told me was that your family was rich and you wouldn't know that much about Pokémon battles." Victor leaned back in his chair, grinning.

„Yeah, that was a lie." The girl looked at him with a slightly accusing expression.

„Don't you think that's kind of unfair?" Victor shrugged.

„I guess", he said. „But it works, so I won't complain about it." Christine's expression didn't change. He rolled his eyes. „Look, I need the money", he went on. „It's the only kind of income I have. And you don't look like you'll be missing those two thousand Pokédollars too much." The girl looked to the side.

„Well, I guess you do need the money more than I...", she agreed reluctantly. The male trainer showed her a smile.

„There", he said. „That's exactly my point."









„Why won't she just leave...?" Joltea was staring at the female trainer with a nervous expression in her eyes. Flava and her were sitting just far enough away from Victor that he wouldn't hear what they were talking about. Their trainer had bought them some food from the counter that was located on the far side of the room; Flava raised her head from her feeding dish, licking her lips so that she wouldn't get any food stuck in her fur. She looked at the table where her trainer sat and shrugged.

„Well, she's trying to get him to teach her something", she replied. Joltea looked at her from the side.

„Yeah, I've heard that", she agreed, her ears twitching a little. Since Flava's and Joltea's sense of hearing was far keener than that of any human, they had been able to overhear what had been said even from their position. „I still don't feel comfortable with this..." The Flareon shook her head.

„Don't exaggerate now, Joltea", she lectured her friend. „You can hear what they're talking about, that's nothing you should have anything against."

„It's not what she says", Joltea claimed. „It's the way she's acting. Just look at her!" Flava frowned, trying to take a closer look at the blonde girl. After a while, she shook her head again.

„She's... admiring him?", she suspected. It had been a complete guess, since Flava had never been good at reading anyone's thoughts from the way they acted, but Joltea nodded nonetheless.

„Of course she does", she agreed. „But it's not the normal kind of admiration. She's giving him those looks... There, again, did you see that?!" Flava was still trying to figure out what exactly Joltea claimed to have seen. To her, nothing of all this seemed unusual in the least. Then, she chuckled.

„Cut it out now with the unfounded jealousy, Joltea", she taunted playfully. „Your food is getting cold." Flava lowered her head again, continuing to gobble down her food. She was always hungry after a big fight. From the corner of her eyes she saw the Jolteon slowly start to eat as well, though she always stopped after a few seconds, looking up at Victor. After a while, Flava decided to do something against it. Again, she raised her head and turned to Joltea with a sigh.

„Joltea, could I have a quick word with you?" The Jolteon blinked and turned from her trainer to Flava, blushing slightly under her fur.

„Of... Of course", she stammered, obviously embarassed that she had only paid attention to Victor. She moved a little closer to her friend, so that they could talk more privately. „What is it?" Flava was thinking about how she should put this so that it wouldn't come out wrong.

„Joltea...", she began slowly, „I'm not sure if... If you should take this all so seriously..." Joltea blinked.

„What do you mean?", she asked, sounding surprised. „Are you trying to say I shouldn't take love seriously?" The Flareon shook her head and gritted her teeth, cursing herself for being so unskillful with words.

„I'm not trying to say that", she replied, emphasizing the last word. „I'm just a little concerned... You know, Joltea, love is a good thing, there's no doubt about that, but it shouldn't turn into an obsession..." Joltea gasped.

„I'm not obsessed!", she claimed, blushing even more. She quickly looked at Victor and turned back to Flava. „I just don't think he should... I mean, I..." She stopped talking and looked to the side.

„You don't want any other females to come near him?", the Flareon suspected. Joltea didn't look at her, but she nodded anyway.

„Except for you, of course...", she murmured. Flava gently nudged her friend's cheek with her nose.

„Joltea", she spoke in a soft tone, „you need to trust Victor a little more. Sure, he's our mate, but that doesn't mean he shouldn't be allowed to have any kind of contact to other females. There's nothing wrong with him having a talk with that girl, I mean, this isn't going to go any further... He'll tell her some things about how to become a better trainer, and then she'll leave again." Joltea took a deep breath and then nodded slowly.

„You're right", she agreed, „and... and I know you are, but still, I..." She turned her head again, looking at the girl. „I won't feel completely comfortable until she's gone..." Flava didn't know if she should smile or sigh. The result was an expression that stood somewhere between a concerned frown and a sly grin, as she said:

„If that's so important to you... I can handle this, you know? Just wait here and let me take care of things." She stood up and slowly padded towards the table where Victor and the female trainer were sitting, feeling Joltea's surprised gaze on her back.








„I still don't understand how you could defeat them all with just two Pokémon", said Christine, her chin resting on the palm of her hand, her elbow on the table. „I mean, I know that you used some intelligent strategies, but how could you get your Flareon to understand you so well?" Victor was chewing on his salad again. He swallowed and replied:

„It's all a matter of trust. That's why I prefer a small team, you know? You get to know each other a lot better." Of course, he didn't intend to tell the girl on which level exactly he and his Pokémon were „understanding each other"; not because he was ashamed of it, but rather because it simply was none of her business. „Besides, it doesn't hurt to learn their language", he added after a moment. Christine's eyes went wide.

„You mean you can understand what they say?" Victor shrugged.

„Sure, why not?" He rolled his eyes at the girl's completely surprised expression. „It's not that hard, actually. It's just like learning a foreign language, and if your Pokémon want to help you with it, then it doesn't take that much time." For a moment, Christine was speechless. Then, she said:

„Wow." She leaned back a little. „You're really devoted to training Pokémon, aren't you?" Victor shook his head.

„This isn't so much about training, it's about having friends", he replied. „It's just much more convenient if you can understand what your companions are saying."

„Hey, Victor", came a voice from the side. Christine and Victor both looked; next to the male trainer's chair there sat the Flareon, her tail wagging excitedly. Of course, all Christine had heard had been „Fla Fla."

„Hey there." Victor smiled and reached out with his hand, giving Flava a pat on the head. She gave a happy sigh and then jumped up, landing right on Victor's lap, what the trainer hadn't expected at all. She rubbed her cheek against his chest, cooing softly:

„Why are you wasting your time with that girl?" She raised her head and gave her trainer a lick across his cheek, whispering: „I can guarantee you, you will enjoy being alone with me so much more..." Victor blushed at this very direct comment and raised his hand to pet the fiery female; it disappeared within the mass of fluffy fur around her neck.

„I'm just trying to be nice", he whispered as lowly as possible, having noticed that Christine seemed eager to hear what was spoken. „Someone needs to help her, right? I mean, at least for the sake of her Pokémon... You've sent them to the Pokémon Center pretty quickly, you know..." He gently caressed the back of Flava's neck, which he had found under all her fur, with his hand as he talked. The Flareon closed her eyes and purred.

„Don't change the topic", she murmured. „Come on, we've got about two hours until our next fight... Let's get back to the hotel, I'll show you how to pass the time in a more... constructive way..." Victor was definitely thankful that Christine couldn't understand Flava's words. The girl seemed to grow a little impatient now.

„You just tolerate her jumping up like that?", she asked, slightly annoyed by the Flareon's openly affectionate antics. Flava opened her eyes and shot her a cold glare.

„Aww, someone's jealous, aren't they?" Of course, she didn't really share Joltea's paranoid views; the main thing she was focusing on at the moment was to get rid of the female trainer, in order to both make the Jolteon feel better and to get to spend some time alone with Victor. This was the right moment, she was sure about that; the battle had warmed her up, and she wouldn't let that precious energy go to waste.

„What's that supposed to mean?", whispered Victor in Flava's ear; then, he turned to the girl again. „I don't think there's anything wrong with her jumping up when she wants to cuddle", he said in response to her question. Christine seemed surprised and then shook her head.

„You've got to be pretty close friends." She looked from Victor to Flava, slowly reaching out with her hand. „Say, does she bite?" The Flareon growled and bared her teeth.

„Sure, if someone like you touches me!", she snarled, which made the girl quickly retreat her hand again. It was obvious that she was intimidated by the rather aggressive female.

„Behave yourself!", Victor scolded, but secretly, he smiled at Flava, who grinned in return. She snuggled a little closer to him, rubbing her body against his.

„You should make her leave now", she mumbled, „otherwise I might think you'd rather be with her than with me." Victor chuckled lowly.

„Don't be ridiculous." He slowly moves his other hand to her ear, starting to rub it very softly. Flava closed her eyes and smiled. Once again, she purred.

„Mmhhrrr... You're not exactly making it easier for me to resist that burning desire I'm feeling..." She opened one eye to look at him. „You know... We can either hurry up and return to the hotel, or I'll just mate with you right here..." She guided one of her front paws across his crotch, rubbing his now slightly erect penis through the fabric of his pants. Luckily, this happened beneath the tabletop, so Christine couldn't see what was going on. „I don't mind that there are people watching, you know... I really don't care about where we do it... But it might be in your interest to get somewhere where nobody can see us..." Victor took a deep breath, trying to stay calm and to not become too aroused by his Flareon's actions.

„Alright, you win", he whispered. Then, he cleared his throat. „I'm sorry, Christine, there's still something very important I have to do before my next battle, and I really don't want to appear rude, but..." The girl nodded.

„I understand... You probably have to discuss your strategy with your Flareon, right?" Victor almost chuckled.

„Right", he agreed. „So, I think I should be off now..." He stood up from his chair, Flava quickly jumping back to the ground. She looked at Joltea who was still sitting where the Flareon had told her to stay, now smiling broadly. Flava winked at her and the Jolteon quickly made her way over to her friend and her mate.










„Alright, here we are." Victor was holding the door open for Flava to step into their hotel room. Beforehand, Joltea had agreed to being returned to her Pokéball; she had been very happy about how things had developed, even though it was Flava's turn to spend some quality time with their trainer. But there was nothing wrong with that, since she wasn't jealous of the Flareon. As long as Victor didn't pay any attention to females that weren't his mates, she'd be completely content.

„Right, here we are", Flava agreed. She quickly padded through the room and then jumped up, landing on the bed. The Flareon lay down and turned her head, looking at her mate. „Why don't you join me...?", she asked in a rather seductive tone. „There's no fun in lying on such a big bed all alone..." Victor closed the door behind him and slowly approached the bed. Flava turned over a bit so she was now on her side, not breaking eye contact with her trainer. He sat down beside her, reaching out with his hand.

„You know, I've never told you how much I like your fur...", he spoke in a low tone, as his hand got swallowed by the soft floof around the Flareon's neck. Flava stretched her neck a little, closed her eyes about halfway and let out a soft churring sound, signaling her approval.

"You're right, you never did", she agreed. "Why don't you just explain it to me now...?" Her tone of voice was low and calm, since she paid close attention to hiding the fact how much she wanted to mate with her trainer right now. Suddenly, she felt that building up the right mood first was very important. She felt Victor's hand gently caress her neck.

"It's not hard to love such wonderful fur like yours", he whispered. His hand came to a halt for a second, at the place where Flava's neck met up with her shoulder; he then started to move his index finger as well as his middle finger in circles, applying light pressure to the Flareon's neck. It was obvious to him that she was enjoying his affection very much. "It's so warm and soft...", he went on, "much better than even the finest cushion could ever be..."

Although Flava was lying on her side, facing her trainer, her breasts had been obscured from his view because of how she had placed her front paws. But now the Flareon slowly turned around further, until she was lying more on her back than on her side; she was still looking at Victor though. Her paws left her chest, and she smiled seductively.

"My fur isn't the only part of me that's soft and warm, you know..." Her trainer was just staring at her chest now, without giving any response, seemingly completely enchanted by the eight mounds of flesh covered with a thin layer of red fur, within which Flava's nipples stood, supple and pink and, as the Flareon know all too well, burning with the need for attention. Except for the color of the fur covering them, Flava's breasts looked a lot like Joltea's; the two biggest ones were located right below the wreath of bright yellow fur around the Flareon's neck, whereas they gradually became smaller in the direction of her waist. For a moment, Flava just waited. When Victor still didn't seem like he would move anytime soon, she added: "You can touch them if you want to... Don't be shy now..." This time, her voice had sounded a little more urging than before. She felt like, if her trainer didn't do anything to help her release the sexual tension that had built up inside her, she would go insane.

Luckily, Victor now regained the ability to move again. He had just needed to get used to the situation; of course, he hadn't really assumed that everything would go down with Flava exactly as it had happened last night with Joltea, but the Flareon's very direct approach had still thrown him off track a little. Nevertheless, he wouldn't hesitate any more now. With a soft smile, he reached out with both of his hands, carefully placing them on the Flareon's largest breasts. Flava gave a relieved sigh and closed her eyes, obviously satisfied that he was finally going to do something now. Victor squeezed the two sleek mounds very lightly; only once at first, but then a few more times after hearing a low noise of approval from the female. Were they bigger than Joltea's? Maybe, but just a little... He couldn't really tell, and in the end, it didn't matter to him.

"You don't need to be so careful with me", he heard Flava speak. He turned his head to look at her with a smile.

"Well, maybe I want to be careful", the trainer replied. The Flareon was about to say something in return, but he cut her off by moving his right hand from her largest breast down to her smallest, also caressing the ones in between. Flava gasped lightly, and Victor could see from the corner of his eye that her nipples now stood up a bit more than before. "Doesn't this feel good?", he asked. The Flareon nodded with closed eyes.

"It's great", she whispered. "Please, do it again..." Her trainer now repeated the motion with his left hand, letting his fingers brush across all four of her nipples on this side. Her desire had become so powerful now that it almost hurt; she desperately needed Victor to do something more intense to her. She didn't even care what it would be, as long as he'd take care of this problem without any further hesitation. Had her mind not been so preoccupied by the blazing need coming from all of her eight breasts, she would have probably noticed how her vagina had already started leaking a few drops of her fluids, which were now getting stuck in her fur. The last time she remembered being this aroused had been during her last mating season; however, back then she'd had to try her best to ignore it, which had been rather difficult, since she had always been in Victor's company; now she could be looking forward to having a great time with her mate, without having to control herself so much. She opened her eyes and looked at Victor with a pleading expression. Her trainer understood. He moved his hands to her second largest breasts and started to rub them sensually. In response, Flava shivered a little and clenched her teeth. Sure, it felt good, but it was not nearly as much as she needed right now, which only served to increase her need for her mate's affection. For a moment, a thought crossed her mind; maybe he was doing this on purpose, because he wanted to make her beg for it? But Flava didn't believe he'd ever act like that, and just a second later, he proved that first assumption wrong, anyway.

Victor bent down, bringing his head closer to the Flareon's chest. He didn't waste any time, but instead took a strong lick across her largest breast on the left side, feeling how hard her nipple had become due to his caressing. What he got in response was a soft cry of pleasure, that sounded like this particular touch was the one thing that Flava needed the most at the moment. And considering her burning arousal, Victor probably wasn't too far off with this thought. He didn't dwell on it, though, and focused on licking the same spot again and again, each time going a little slower and applying a little more pressure on her nipple with his tongue that before. Meanwhile, his hands were busy rubbing her smaller breasts, trying to make Flava feel as much pleasure as possible.

The Flareon pushed her head into the pillow. This was a completely new and, in a way, very strange sensation to her, but she loved every second of it. Victor's tongue felt warm, wet and slick, but also a little rough, which made the whole experience much more intense. Each time she felt it running across her nipple she yipped lowly, and she immediately felt the anticipation for her trainer's next lick build up. His right hand now wandered to the largest breast on her right side, and he took her teat between his index finger and thumb, rubbing it gently, being very careful not to hurt her, while his left hand continued to run across the rest of her chest, seemingly trying to caress all of her supple, sensitive mounds at once, which couldn't work, of course. Still, the feeling of his hands rubbing her combined with the experience of his tongue licking her over and over again, making her moan a little, while she unknowingly spread her hind legs wide.

Victor noticed that Flava's body tensed up a bit, and he heard her moan for more. He was glad she was enjoying herself so much, but he also knew that he couldn't stop now; neither did he want to, nor would the Flareon have let him. It was obvious to him that he had to go one step further, or else the female would soon grow impatient. So he opened his mouth and enveloped the center of her breast, along with her nipple, with his lips, not stopping to continuously lick her as he did this. He could hear her take a deep breath as she probably predicted what he was about to do now, and when he started gently suckling he could feel how she stretched her whole body, letting him hear a long, airy moan that wasn't exactly loud, but nonetheless laden with sexual pleasure. Her breathing became deeper and hastier, her blissful yips became quicker and more numerous, and her body became noticeably warmer. He kept massaging her whole chest with his hands as he intensified his sucking, tickling the Flareon's stiff nipple with his tongue more vigorously, and got rewarded with the constant moans and groans coming from his mate's throat.

Flava felt stiff as a board, for every single muscle of her body had tensed up due to Victor's sucking on her breast. She had placed her front paws at her sides, trying to hold on to the mattress with her claws, which only served to tear thin rips into the bedsheet. But she didn't care about this. The incredible feeling brought to her by her trainer was strong enough to make her forget about everything else. For a wonderfully warm and comfortable moment, she felt completely satisfied, as she focused on nothing but the immense pleasure she was feeling and her even more immense love towards Victor. But unfortunately, it didn't last very long, for after a few seconds, the now very familiar feeling of need returned to her, this time coming from her lap. As she focused a little more on it, she noticed how wet her fur had become down there, and she blushed; not that Victor, who was still diligently pleasuring her breast with his mouth, would have seen it, of course. Flava opened her eyes and tried to pull herself together in order to form a coherent sentence in her mind, that was almost numb from the combination of sexual bliss and need she was experiencing. She then opened her muzzle, but all that came out was another pleasured moan as Victor had just increased the pressure on her nipple a little more again. She tried it one more time, and finally found herself able to speak.

"Mmmhhhrrr... That's... That's enough for now, love... Oohh..." Even though that was basically what she had wanted to achieve with these words, she still felt a little dissatisfied when her trainer slowly stopped suckling on her breast and finally raised his head to look at her, while his hands were still slowly caressing her chest.

"Is anything wrong?", he asked with a hint of concern in his voice. Flava showed him a reassuring smile.

"Everything's fine", she replied, and slowly rolled over on her belly in order to stand up. "I just think it's time for something else..." She stepped closer to him and rubbed her side against him, looking up to see his face. "What do you think?" Victor smiled warmly in response.

"Whatever you want", he said, which made the Flareon chuckle.

"That's so sweet of you..." She carefully swung her right hind leg over Victor's legs and then rose, placing her front paws on his shoulders. The position they were in was exactly the same as it had been in the tent that other night, which made Flava smile. She hadn't been able to get him to mate with her back then; this time, she would definitely receive the result she had planned. But first, there was something more important to be done, or to be said, for that matter. Flava leaned in closer until the tip of her nose came in touch with Victor's. She looked deeply into his eyes and then said:

"I love you, Victor." For this moment, she was ignoring the raging desire to mate that had built up inside her. Those words were not spoken by her sexual neediness, they came directly from her heart instead. She knew it was the truth, and she also knew that Victor understood how important this moment was to her.

"I love you, too, Flava." He embraced the fiery female with his arms and held her close. On her face there stood the broadest of smiles, and Victor knew that he was smiling the same way. The Flareon's muzzle came closer to his mouth, and Flava tilted her head a little too the side; Victor's lips parted from each other only to meet up with the Flareon's, and he felt a warm wave surging through his body. Immediately, Flava pushed her head closer to his and he felt her tongue entering his mouth, which took him by surprise a little. But he should have assumed something like this already, since he knew that the Flareon was, in comparison to Joltea, the much more aggressive one. There was definitely nothing wrong with this, though; he greatly enjoyed the feeling of Flava pushing her very warm body against his, as well as the feeling of their tongues interlocking inside his mouth.

In response to her wild kissing, Flava could feel her trainer hug her tighter than before. They had both closed their eyes, and she could almost hear her heart pounding against the inside of her chest. She had never felt so close to Victor before, so she was very excited and incredibly happy at the same time; It was so good to feel his tongue caress hers, to feel his arms pulling her closer to him, to feel this true love... But then, something else came to her mind again, and she had to think about how wonderful it'd be to finally mate with her trainer. She moved her right front paw from his shoulder to his chest and started to gently push against it. Luckily, Victor understood immediately and let himself sink back onto the bed, so that he was now lying on his back, with Flava standing over him. For another beautiful moment, she just kept enjoying kissing him; then, she slowly moved her muzzle away from his mouth and opened her eyes. Her trainer was looking at her with a loving expression.

"What do you...", he started, but was interrupted by Flava.

"Shhh...", she whispered, and then gave him an affectionate lick across his cheek. "It's a surprise... Just take off your clothes, I'll show you..."

Victor didn't need to be told twice. He quickly took off his shirt and his t-shirt, which was a little difficult, considering he was lying on his back, and then reached down to unbutton his pants. Flava seemed to be very interested in what his actions would reveal to her; she turned around, bringing her face closer to his lap, and then even helped him getting out of his boxers by pulling them down with her teeth, almost ripping them apart. Even though Victor now had a good view on Flava's hindquarters he couldn't see her sex, for the Flareon had it obscured with her bushy tail. Victor knew he was sporting a semi-erection at the moment and started to feel a little embarassed by the thought of Flava staring at his private parts, but before he had any chance to think about it more thoroughly, his attention was taken by the feeling of the Flareon's hot, wet tongue running across his penis. Immediately, he felt himself get harder and he took a deep breath - noticing a scent that wasn't completely unfamiliar, but still somewhat difficult to classify. It seemed to come directly from Flava... or, more accurately, from that special place between her hind legs...

Flava noticed that, right after her first lick, her trainer's penis had grown in size a little. Inwardly, she smiled to herself. Though she had never done this before, she was still confident in her own abilities. As a fighter, this self-confidence was one of the most important things to her, and yet it was still good to get reassured. She kept her head low and took another sensual lick across Victor's erection, which served to make it grow more stiff, and stand up a little. Flava didn't intend to waste any time. She let her tongue wander along the underside of Victor's still growing penis, going from the tip all the way down to his testicles, and then going back again. As she pressed her tongue against the rather hard rod again, she heard a pleasured grunt escape her trainer's throat. The Flareon smiled happily and was just about to repeat her motion, when she suddenly felt Victor's hand moving her tail out of the way and going right between her hind legs, giving her vagina a firm rub through her dampened fur. Flava gasped in surprise, then tried to cover herself up with her tail again, and turned her head to look over her shoulder at her trainer.

"Now don't get too frisky back there", she said in a not entirely serious tone of voice. Victor raised his head a little to look back at her.

"Why not?", he asked, and the Flareon felt one of his fingers brush across her vaginal lips, which sent an enjoyable shiver down her spine, while he moved her tail out of the way again with his other hand.. "Don't tell me you don't want me to do this." Flava shook her head and grinned.

"I need to concentrate on something else at the moment, if you don't mind", she replied and then lowered her head back to Victor's erection, giving it a small lick, only touching its tip. But instead of taking his hand away, her trainer just repeated his movement, putting a little more pressure on her vagina this time. 

"If you can fight a Breloom and a Bayleef at the same time and win, then you can also concentrate on these two things at once", came Victor's response. He was now using two fingers, sensually rubbing both of her vaginal lips at the same time. Flava churred at the feeling of pleasure it brought her, and then decided to stop arguing and just go back to pleasing her trainer. As far as she could tell, Victor's penis seemed to be completely erect now, standing in front of her, desperately begging for her attention. She opened her muzzle and slowly took a small part of it inside, being very careful not to let it come in touch with her teeth. Her lips closed around only the very tip of Victor's erection, and she then rubbed her tongue against it rather forcefully. But her trainer seemed to like it, as the movement of his hand stopped and he gave a soft moan. Flava licked first the underside, then the topside, and then slowly encircled the small part of Victor's penis that she had in her mouth with her tongue, which made her trainer moan slightly louder. After this, she opened her muzzle again and retreated her head a little, watching his erection twitch almost unnoticeably.

"Why are you stopping?", Victor asked, obviously somewhat displeased. Flava chuckled lowly.

"I haven't stopped", she answered, "I'm just taking this on a little slower, that's all..." She knew she was teasing her trainer, as he probably expected her to take his penis back into her muzzle; instead, she went back to giving it long licks again, always increasing the pressure a little when she reached the tip. Victor responded with an impatient groan.

"Oh, and by the way", she added after a moment, "if you could get back to rubbing me down there, that'd be very nice." Even though Flava's arousal was almost unbearable at the moment, she refused to let it take control over her. After all, she had not become such a great fighter to in the end be defeated by her own body. The Flareon let out a relieved sigh as Victor started giving her firm rubs along her vaginal lips again, feeling how she gradually leaked more and more of her fluids. But this was not what she wanted to focus on right now; she opened her muzzle once more and took a slightly bigger part than before of Victor's erection inside.

The trainer closed his eyes as he felt the Flareon's hot tongue rubbing against the tip of his penis again. Something like this had never been done to him before, so he wasn't sure whether or not Flava was doing a, seen from an objective point of view, good job. What he did know, however, was that he was enjoying this greatly, more than anything he had ever experienced before, his night with Joltea exluded, of course. The combination of the Flareon's warm mouth and the dampness of her saliva created an unique feeling, to which the sensual caressing by her rough, but soft tongue, only added further. It was as if warm, wet velvet was being wrapped around his erection, and for a short moment he almost lost himself in the feeling. But then he realized that it wouldn't be a good idea to become too wound up in this. The movement of his fingers almost went on automatically, and he decided that it was time to change this. While his middle finger kept rubbing Flava's vaginal lips, his index finger was now wandering forwards a little further, until it found a small nub of flesh at the top of the Flareon's entrance. He applied light pressure to it and immediately heard the female groan in pleasure; since she still had the tip of his penis in her muzzle, the vibration of her voice served to intensify the wonderful experience for Victor. He gasped as Flava went down a little further on his erection, taking more of it inside her warm mouth, seemingly rewarding him for having found the right spot to make her experience more pleasure. His index finger now started to rub her clitoris at a steady, slow pace, paying attention to make her get as much out of it as possible.

Flava had closed her eyes, as Victor had obviously decided to concentrate a little more on pleasuring her. Feeling his finger caress one of her most sensitive parts almost drove her crazy and she felt her juices seeping into her fur. Right now, she was wanting him to mate with her so bad that it was hurting a little; but it was a good kind of pain, the pain of anticipation, a pain that she could only feel because she knew that something great was lying up ahead. It took all of her self-control to just stay in her position, so she couldn't pay any attention to keep her voice at bay. She was moaning, with the upper part of Victor's penis in her mouth, moaning in pleasure and a wonderful kind of pain. Her lips were trembling and her tongue was moving much more hastily than before - then, suddenly, there was something she hadn't expected. Victor's erection shot a small amount of semen into her muzzle, and she heard her trainer groan loudly. She didn't hesitate for one second and immediately swallowed his preseed; it tasted somehow salty and was of a strange, gooey substance. Flava didn't exactly like it, but it also didn't bother her so much, so she figured she could get used to it if need be. Getting this kind of reaction from her trainer made her feel more certain once again, and she started to gently suckle on his erection in the attempt to make it even better for him.

Victor's penis was twitching more often now, and he knew that it wouldn't be too long until he'd reach his climax if the Flareon kept up with what she was doing. He was panting a little now, and his mind didn't work as well as usual anymore. It was just so hard thinking about anything with his beloved Flava sucking on his erection... But he still didn't want to get too distracted by it. He kept his index finger on the female's clitoris, and now slowly increased the pressure on her entrance with his middle finger more and more, until, at one point, it just slipped inside the Flareon's wet sex. Once in there, it seemed unexpectedly difficult to pull it back out again. Flava's vagina was clasping his finger, seemingly not wanting to let go of it. And as the Flareon's sucking on his penis increased in force, he stopped trying to pull back, and instead pushed his finger even further inside, her fluids providing more than enough lubrication to let this happen without any resistance.

This was simply too much for the Flareon. Feeling her trainer's finger so deep inside her, her raging desire became too intense to ignore it. She quickly retreated her head, letting Victor's penis slip out of her muzzle and moaned loudly, as she felt her body being engulfed in a flame of sexual need.

"S... Stop that!", she panted, trying to keep her body under control. Victor didn't listen to her and instead moved his index finger, slowly pushing it into her vagina as well.

"Stop what?", he asked teasingly, moving his fingers around inside the Flareon, massaging her most private spots. Flava clenched her teeth. This was not a time to be joking!

"Get your fingers out of there, NOW!!", she yelled angrily. This time, her trainer quickly complied. With his fingers out of her sex, a horrible feeling of emptiness threatened her. The Flareon quickly stepped to the side and turned her back to Victor. "I'm sorry", she mumbled lowly, "I just... It's just..." She shook her head. Her mind was working way too slowly, so she felt it was best to let her instincts guide her for now. She lowered her chest and her head, and lifted her hindquarters and her tail up high, presenting her vagina, which was ablaze with lust and a desperate longing for her trainer's erection, to Victor.

"I need you so much right now", she managed to whisper, looking at her trainer over her shoulder. He had sat up now and was looking at her with an expression of yearning. She could see his penis throbbing, and guessed that he was probably feeling the same as she was at the moment. Flava shook her hindquarters a little in a seductive way and swallowed, the taste of Victor's preseed still present in her mouth, which, at the moment, only served to make her crave her trainer more.

"Mate with me", she said half pleadingly, half commandingly, and then, after a second, added a "...please..." Now, finally, Victor moved. Quite hastily, he positioned himself behind the female, kneeling, so that his penis was exactly at the same height as her vagina, which was still leaking Flava's nectar. She observed him, as he put his left hand on her side, moving his right hand down to his erection, in order to guide it towards the Flareon's vagina as he moved closer to her. The anticipation was nearly killing the female Pokémon. She stretched, lowering her head as far as possible, trying to lift her hindquarters even more.

"Flava, are you...", Victor started, but was interrupted as the Flareon shouted:

"Yes, I am! Now don't lose any more time!" She knew he had just wanted to make sure that she was indeed ready for this, but this question seemed ridiculous to her. She found it to be very clear that she'd never be any more ready than she was at the moment. Flava was tempted to start moving backwards and take matters into her own paws if her trainer kept hesitating, but he seemed to have finally understood how much she was desiring to mate with him now. The Flareon gasped as she felt her vagina being spread apart by his erection, and she clenched her eyes shut.

"Mmmyess...", she groaned, "Get it in there all the way... Don't slow down..." Victor's right hand now moved to her right side as the trainer got a rather firm grip on her waist. His penis was going deeper into the Flareon's needy sex, and she responded with a lusty moan, which wasn't that much triggered by what Victor was doing at the moment, but rather by her imagination of what he would be doing to her in a few seconds. Subconsciously, Flava repositioned herself a little, spreading her hind legs wider and stepping backwards a bit, burying her trainer's erection deeper inside her. However, just a short moment later he stopped pushing and took a deep breath.

"Flava, I've reached...", he began, but was cut off by the Flareon once more:

"I know!", she panted impatiently. "I told you not to slow down, didn't I? Go on, I'm not as fragile as you might think I am!" Her words were a little rougher than she had originally intended, but her patience had really been strained by now. Fortunately, Victor obviously decided not to argue about this with her; he first pulled back a little, and then thrusted his hips forwards, his erection going deep into Flava's vagina, breaking her hymen and spreading her apart wider than ever before. She yipped as she felt the stinging pain of her trainer taking her virginity, but managed to not get bothered too much by it. After all, she was used to getting hurt, which happened fairly often during her fighting training. For now, Victor wasn't moving anymore; he kept his hips pressed against the Flareon's and was rubbing her sides with his hands in a caring manner, obviously trying to make her feel more comfortable.

"I'm sorry if that was too rough...", he said in a guilty tone, "I didn't want to hurt you..." Inwardly, Flava rolled her eyes at this comment; as if she wasn't able to take a bit of pain!

"It's fine, don't worry", she replied calmly. A small smile spread on her face. "In fact, I liked it..." That was true. Inspite of the feeling of her hymen being broken, Victor's invasion had also brought her the sensation of his hard erection being lodged deep inside her, and this was what she had been waiting for for such a long time already. Her trainer understood the subliminal hint and finally started moving again; his penis left Flava's vagina almost completely, and the female became filled with anticipation of his next thrust, which came just a moment later. She moaned as the hard rod of flesh went all the way inside her again, touching all of her most sensitive places. But the feeling didn't last long, as Victor moved his hips backwards again, now setting up a steady, but rather slow pace of mating with the Flareon. Flava pushed her cheek tightly against the bedsheet and gave a soft moan each time Victor's erection went inside her again, keeping her eyes shut.

Keeping up the pace wasn't exactly easy for Victor, due to his inexperience concerning this position. But he did his best and managed to make Flava groan in pleasure over and over again as he focused on keeping his movements steady. Of course, the Flareon wasn't the only one enjoying this; her vagina was hot and slick, and it reminded Victor of how her mouth had felt around his erection, only that Flava's tightness now added to the sensation as well. The trainer's enormous arousal made it rather hard for him to focus on the task at hand and it did cost him some effort to keep himself from thrusting into the female wildly and without any coordination at all, but for now his mind managed to keep control over all of his body's actions. He closed his eyes, revelling in the feeling of the Flareon's sex gripping his penis.

Flava felt Victor's hips come in touch with her hindquarters over and over again. She felt his erection go deep inside her, and she felt his hands holding her waist; but all that wasn't enough, not by far. It was by far more pleasurable than anything she had ever experienced before, but she knew it could still get better. She slowly opened her muzzle and tried to focus her concentration on talking, wich took more effort than usual because of the constant wonderful distraction that was trying to get her full attention. When she spoke, it was more a moan than anything else, but the words were still understandable:

"Mmmhh... Come on, love... You can go harder, if... Oohh... if you want to..." Even though she was sure Victor knew about her condition, Flava still tried her best to conceal her obvious raging desire at least a little. She feared that her trainer might lose his respect for her if she couldn't control herself; maybe it was an unnecessary fear, but it was still the way she was feeling. Victor seemed to agree with her proposal. He stopped his thrusting for a moment and inched a little closer to her, so that it would be easier for him to push his erection all the way inside, and then he started again, at a faster and harder pace than before. Each time he thrusted into the female, she was pushed forwards a little, only to be pulled back in position by her trainer's hands when his hips left her hindquarters again. Flava loved it. Victor's more forceful thrusts served to stimulate the deeper regions of her vagina and his quicker rhythm made these stimulations grow much more numerous than before. The natural lubrication provided by her sex felt like liquid fire to her, as it made her inside more sensitive to the touch of her trainer's hard, stiff organ. Subconsciously, she was swaying her tail around in a joyful manner, batting it against Victor's bare chest.

The trainer was basking in the heat that Flava was giving off; the more pleasure he brought her, the more her body warmed up, it seemed. He reclined his head, giving a low grunt each time he shoved his erection back into the female's hot body, letting her velvety soft vagina caress it before pulling back again. He gripped the Flareon's waist harder, as he felt that he just had to hold on to something or lose control. Right now, his pace was getting faster almost by the second; whenever his penis left the female's sex, he suddenly felt so cold and needy that he had to shove it back inside as soon as possible, which made his thrusts more forceful as well. And the harder he pounded into her, the more Flava seemed to enjoy it as her panting grew heavier and her groaning got louder.

The Flareon was being rocked back and forth, enjoying every second of it. Since she had her chest tightly pressed against the mattress, all of her breasts rubbed against the bedsheet each time Victor slammed his erection into her. But the by far largest amount of pleasure she was experiencing came from her vagina, which she could feel was contracting aroung her trainer's erection, attempting to keep it inside, not wanting to let go. Right now she believed that, if Victor's penis ever left her sex again, she would feel so empty that she'd go insane, which made her trainer's thrusts not only enormously pleasurable, but also very reassuring. Her muzzle stood open and her tongue was hanging out; as she was panting and moaning, the noises she made getting louder and louder, slowly changing from rather civilized testaments of bliss into feral cries of sexual zest. Her body was completely tense as she constantly tried to stretch even further in order to grant Victor easier access to her needy vagina, which was on fire with the flames of lust and passion that would either be extinguished by the trainer's seed or engulf the Flareon in a painful fiery storm of desire. Each moment she felt more sensitive than before, each moment she savored Victor's hard rod spreading her apart and hitting all of her tender spots that were in such desperate need for attention right now that she almost started crying during the small moments her trainer's erection left her again. It all came together in the form of waves of pleasure surging through her whole body, making it impossible and unnecessary to think, making her focus on nothing but her almost unbearable desire. And then she suddenly felt Victor's hands move away from her sides so that his next forceful thrusts nearly made her topple over, for her trainer was still thrusting into her hard, and she found it difficult to keep herself steady without him holding her in place. She tried to prevent this by clawing at the bed beneath her, creating even more rips in the bedsheet. A moment later Flava found out why her trainer had stopped holding her around her waist; his hands had moved beneath her chest, lifting her up just far enough so he could get a firm grasp on her biggest set of breasts, starting to grope and squeeze them, not nearly as careful as he had done it sooner, but with much greater passion. Tears started to well up in the Flareon's eyes, all of Victor's attention feeling so incredibly good that she wasn't sure whether or not her body would be able to handle it.

Victor was taking deep breaths between his heavy moans. His erection was now almost constantly shooting his preseed, and Flava's juices continued flowing, so that thrusting into her became easier and easier, which made him want to go faster and harder, as he knew that he was going to climax soon; before that happened, he should make Flava and himself feel as good as somehow possible. The Flareon was giving short canine howls and yips now, sounding very excited and close to her sexual peak as well. Victor kept feeling up her breasts, rubbing her nipples with his fingers, his movements just as fast and forceful as the motions of his hips. There was no way too prolong the mating at this point, so he threw off all his restraints and put even more strength into slamming his throbbing erection into Flava, pounding away into her vagina like there was no tomorrow. He gave her breasts another squeeze and then felt her tight folds contract around his penis like never before.

Somehow, Flava had managed to find a pillow with her paws, and was now frantically biting down on it, muffling her loud scream of pleasure that came with her reaching her climax. Her whole body seemed to be gone, except for the areas where Victor was touching her in one way or another, and those regions literally vibrated with extreme bliss. She felt Victor's hips slapping against her hindquarters, she felt his hands grope her breasts and she felt his penis rubbing against her insides, shooting warm streams of semen into her as her vagina just grew tighter and tighter in an attempt to get all of his seed out of Victor's erection. It was the most divine feeling she had ever experienced; her body had grown so much more sensitive and, for a moment, time almost seemed to stand still. She couldn't even bite down on the pillow anymore and just howled out in undescribable pleasure, a noise which was quickly joined by her trainer's loud bawl as he shared this unique experience with the Flareon. Flava had never been so completely and utterly happy in her life like at this moment, as her mind just stopped working and the only important thing was this feeling of just having done the most wonderful thing in the world.

As Victor reached his climax just a second after Flava, he first tried to keep on thrusting into her, but then had to find out that this was nearly impossible, since he just didn't have any control over his body anymore. Pure pleasure paralyzed him, and he joined the Flareon in her noisy demonstration of love. He felt his seed shooting into her vagina, mixing with her juices that were surrounding his twitching penis. When their cries slowly grew lower and finally ended, he could only hear the Flareon and himself panting; he then felt a little dizzy and, in fear of falling down on his love, pulled his shrinking penis out of her, moved a little to the side and let his body hit the bed, while some of their combined fluids were leaking out of the Flareon's sex, seeping into her fur or dripping onto the bedsheet. For a moment, Victor could see Flava remaining in her mating position; then she let herself fall over on her side, right next to her trainer, keeping her eyes shut, still breathing deeply. Victor embraced her with one arm and tightly held her to his bare chest, feeling the soft, warm fur on her back on his skin and then closed his eyes, giving a deeply satisfied sigh.










"Hey! Hey, wake up!" Victor could feel something wet and warm run across his cheek, and he heard the voice of Flava... his beloved Flava. He smiled and slowly opened his eyes about halfway, although he was feeling incredibly tired.
The Flareon had turned around in his embrace and was now facing him, looking at him with a loving expression in her eyes. She gave him another sensual lick across his cheek and then spoke:

"We should better be going now." The trainer blinked, trying to understand what the Flareon was talking about.

"Going where...?", he mumbled, stretching his neck a little. Flava chuckled.

"Back to the arena, of course!" Victor could see that excited glint in her eyes that was always there when she knew she could get to fight soon. He shook his head a little, still trying to wake up.

"How long did I sleep...?" It felt like he had only slept for about twenty minutes...

"About twenty minutes", replied Flava. Victor smiled.

"Come here...", he said as he moved his hand from Flava's back to the back of her head, gently pulling her closer. The Flareon resisted a little, but didn't put much effort into it.

"We really need to get going...", she argued in a not really convincing tone, "There's only ten minutes left, we don't..." She swallowed and then moved her muzzle closer to her trainer's mouth. Victor was staring deeply into her black eyes, and she was returning the gaze.
"We... We don't have time... for... this..." Victor's lips met up with hers, and the Flareon embraced her trainer's neck with her front paws, closing her eyes, while Victor kept holding her close. Her chest was touching his, and she could feel their hearts pounding in unison. For maybe the first time in her life, the thought of fighting to become stronger was erased from her mind.




About five minutes later she was sitting on the bed, looking up at Victor, who was now standing in front of the door, fully dressed again. After a moment of her staring at him, he spoke up:

"You know, I really don't mind you enjoying looking at me, but shouldn't we go now...?" Flava awoke from her trance and shook her head, blushing slightly under her dense fur.

"Yes, of course", she agreed as she jumped off of the bed, "I was just thinking about something..." She moved to her trainer's side and looked up at him once more. "Victor?"

"Yes?"

"I love you, Victor." Her trainer grinned.

"More than fighting, you mean?" Flava smiled happily.

"More than anything", she replied.





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This ends the third chapter. I hope you all enjoyed it and maybe tell me what was good and what should be improved, so I can get better. Anyway, since now you know both Joltea's and Flava's characteristics, I've thought of something... Imagine you found yourself in the same position as Victor in the first and second chapter, but, for some reason, you wouldn't be able to have both of the Pokémon as your mates; which one would you choose? If you want to tell me, please send me an email or include it in a review, I'd be very grateful. Well, that's it for now, I'll go back to working on the next chapter for the Mansion.