Greg awoke, naked, lying against a tree, his back etched with the pattern of the bark, one side of his body warm, and the other cold.

He opened his eyes, and stared down at Cindyr, stroking her neck softly, loving the way her tails twitched across his leg in her sleep.

She opened her eyes and looked at him, purring softly, a strange sound for a canine to make, and he almost laughed. He opened his mouth to speak, but she silenced him with a kiss.

"I don't care..." She said, obviously knowing what his next words were going to be.

He kissed her back lightly, rubbing her neck. "But you'll live for a thousand years..." he said, breaking the kiss and speaking before she could silence him.

"I don't care." She repeated, kissing him again.

"I care..." He replied, breaking the kiss.

"It's not your problem." She sated, stepping off him lightly and placing her claws on his clothes, "now, stop this line of conversation, or you'll have to walk back to the pokecentre naked." She warned, her claws digging slightly into his clothes.

"Okay, okay!" He said hastily, yanking his clothes from under her, making her drop onto her side by accident.

"Hey!" She said petulantly to him as he quickly threw his clothes on.

"Now, now. You threatened me first..." He said simply.

She pounced on him suddenly, pinning him and pressing her paws hard into his shoulders to hold him firmly to the ground. "But I will follow through with my threats..." she said, lightly raking her claws across his chest, one of the sharp, ebony protrusions catching on his shirt and tearing it lightly.

"Hey! This is a good shirt!" He said, trying to push her off.

"It WAS a good shirt." She corrected, giving his nose and chin a quick lick before stepping off him and letting him rise to is feet, and then leading the way back to the pokecentre, her tails swishing, leading the way.

Greg followed silently, not knowing the way back and trusting on Cindyr's sense of direction. They soon reached the pokecentre, and the ninetails led the way inside, leaping up onto the bed that he was sleeping in the day before.

"You just woke up!" He said, as he watched her curl up and close her eyes, purring softly.

"I know. Sex tires me out." She explained, placing her head under a few of her tails to block out the light as she went back to sleep.

Greg sighed and left her to her rest, walking out to the lounge of the pokecentre and sitting down, draping himself in a chair and wondering how long it would be before he could leave.

He stood up and went t counter, handing in his Dratini, for more treatment, and then went and sat back down.

Bugsy was sitting in a chair, one arm resting on a table, his head resting on his arm, his other hand rolling his new pokeball across the table as he watched it move back and forth.

Greg watched him for a while, bored, before he went outside, taking a pokeball with him in the abstract notion of throwing it and catching it for something to do.

He was near the entrance to rock cave, in the pokecentre that was nestled close onto the mountain. It had been build here when people had complained that to heal their pokemon from inside dark cave they'd have to make it all the way through the cave, to Azalea, or make it back in the other direction all the way to Violet town in the north, which was nearly a days walk.

He was walking towards the south, back near the entrance to rock cave, when he saw someone sitting by a river, idly dipping their feet in the water.

Moving closer, he saw that it was the female trainer that he had rescued from the Lapras.

He moved over closer, standing a few metres behind her.

"Uh...hello?" He asked hesitantly, unsure what to say.

"Hello." She replied, without turning around, slowly swirling her feet through the water, staring at the ripples it created.

"Is this seat taken?" He asked politely, motioning towards the rock besides her.

"Not unless *you* can see someone sitting there, in which case I wouldn't want you sitting there anyway." She replied, turning her head away from him for a second to flick a strand of black hair from out of her eyes.

He sat down besides her, not close, but not that far away either. "So what are you doing out here all alone?" he asked.

"Thinking..." She replied. Greg thought that she might be being evasive, or that she might not like the line of questioning, or she was just not that interested in conversation.

"Thinking about what?" He asked, leaning down to trail a hand through the water, jerking his hand away as a Magikarp tried to latch onto one of his fingers.

"About death." She replied.

"Morbid." Was his dry response.

"Well...I nearly died a few days ago. But I didn't...thanks to you." She said, still not looking at him.

Greg didn't say anything, but hesitantly trailed his hand through the water again, jerking it back at the last second as the shadow of the Magikarp appeared close beneath his fingers.

"What were you thinking jus then? Truthfully?" She asked suddenly.

"I was thinking that that Magikarp must be really hungry to want to eat my fingers." He replied.

"Not about that Magikarp. About what I said about death." She said, turning her head ever so slightly towards him, letting him see her face properly for the first time.

She was beautiful. That was clear. She had smooth, angular features, reminiscent of an elfish face, with delicate, white skin. Her long, raven black hair swirling gently in the breeze, individual strands trailing through the air.

"I was thinking, 'oh no...emotional woman speak coming. I don't want to be part of this conversation.'" He replied with complete candour.

She giggled, a soft sound, and turned towards him more fully.

"You are very blunt." She observed.

"I'm always blunt when I'm nervous." He replied.

"Nervous? Just why would you be nervous?" She asked, seeming to be genuinely curious.

He gave a little laugh and looked t her. "Around you...why wouldn't I be nervous?" He asked.

She looked at him for a second and then down at her hands, rubbing her fingers across her nails self-consciously. "I'm nothing special." She said, not looking at him.

"You might be right..." He conceded, "But I think that I'll reserve my judgement until I know you a little better."

"You don't want to know me..." She said, "I'm nothing but a simple trainer."

"You're so modest. Everyone is unique and interesting." He said, getting up and heading back for the pokecentre. But he stopped when she asked him a question.

"Are you taking the elite four challenge?" She asked.

"Uh...yeah." He said, not knowing exactly why she would want to know, but having a sneaking suspicion.

"I want to come with you.." She stated, standing up and walking over to him. "and, if you look at it logically, I'm the only thing that can you through to the elite four at the moment." She continued.

"And why is that?" he asked, leaning lazily against a tree and staring at her questioningly.

"Because of this." She said casually, producing a trainer badge from an inside pocket of her jacket.

It was Bugsy's badge.

"You need one of these to get through to the elite four. I have one,, you don't. Simple. You either let me come with you, or try and convince someone else to who has this badge to come with you. I promise you, there won't be many as eager as I am to share their badges." She said, staring sat him challengingly.

"And why exactly do you wish to come with me?" he asked.

"My reasons are my own." She said shortly, before walking past him, back towards the pokecentre.

Greg sighed and followed a short while later, wondering how many other trainers he would pick up on his journey.

* * *

He walked back to the pokecentre, and went to check on Cindyr, who was making an amazingly accurate impression of a Snorlax's favourite daily pastime. He decided to follow her example, and lay down with her.

She immediately opened her eyes as she felt his weight on the bed, and pounced on him.

"Step one: lay your trap. Step two: wait fro your prey. Step three: pounce!" She said triumphantly.

"So I'm prey now?" he asked, staring up at her and rubbing at her neck.

She leapt off him for a second and walked over to the door, turning her back on it and locking it with one of her tails, a satisfyingly loud click echoing throughout the room. She then proceeded to pounce back upon him, and lick his neck lustfully.

"Only when I'm feeling horny." She said, rubbing at his belly lustfully with a soft paw.

"And is my vixen feeling horny?" He asked breathlessly, raising his eyebrows at her.

She growled at him and started to rub herself over him slowly, letting him feel her lips sliding across the growing bulge in his pants.

"Do I *feel* horny to you?" She asked, a dangerous glint in her eyes.

"Hmmm...let me check." He said, reaching down and rubbing lightly at her lips. He then brought his thoroughly wet fingers up to his face and stared at them. "I don't know..." He said, as if he was completely stumped.

"Like hell you don't!" She growled, pinning him firmly, kissing him passionately and rubbing her moist lips across his crotch lustfully.

"Now, either pleasure me...or face the consequences." She said, nipping lightly at his ear for punctuation.

"Well...when you put it like that..." He said, running his hands lightly through the fur of her back and then down between her legs rubbing lightly at her lips again, making her arch her back and give a gasp of pleasure into his mouth.

"Ahh...harder...please..." She whimpered, and he obliged, rubbing at her lips harder, making her gasp and arch against him firmly, pressing her furred body against his.

She purred happily and ran her paws down across his crotch, lightly slipping off his shorts and stroking at the length of his erection.

It was his turn to gasp as the vixen leaned down and gave him a long, slow lick from the base right to the very tip, twining her tongue around the head and then lowering her muzzle down onto him, until he was within her mouth all the way.

She looked up at him, her ears perking with every little moan he uttered, his hand moving faster at her entrance, teasing her and making her crazy with lust.

She released his length and crawled up his body, rubbing herself over him gently, before rolling her hips slightly and dropping herself down onto him, engulfing his hard, pulsing cock with her throbbing, scalding entrance. They kissed and moaned into it loudly, writhing against each other in pure pleasure as Greg started to move slowly within Cindyr's impossibly hot, tight depths.

She growled gently and moved against him, complimenting his motions, her juices spilling from around his cock as it was thrust repeatedly between her needy lips, probing at her soft, inviting depths, the muscles inside her body convulsing around him, seeming to caress his member.

He kissed her a little deeper, muffling her cries of pleasure as she started to yip in pleasure; their orgasm's fast approaching.

Cindyr thrust back against him hard, locking her muzzle against his lips and howling into his mouth as her depths tightened around him, milking his erection furiously hard, the vixen arching her back to receive his seed as his cock throbbed within her and then spurted heavily, his thick, creamy cum streaming into her body to fill her with a content warmth.

She collapsed on top of him, panting tiredly and licking his neck in a happy way, closing her eyes and falling prey to exhaustion.

"I love you..." Greg whispered in her ear.

She rolled on to her side for a second, asleep, and purred softly, smiling.