Greg rocked Cindyr back and forth, her tails laying across his legs, limp, inanimate, like dead snakes.

He reached into his pack with a shaking hand, quickly searching for the object he had bought at the pokemon centre before setting out.

His hand found a small bottle, a full revive, and he quickly snatched it up. He could feel Cindyr's breathing, shallow and uneven, weak, and knew he didn't have a long time to give her the potion, even if it did work, which was debatable.

Greg jerked as he clasped the bottle and it suddenly broke in his hand, cutting his flesh open and letting a wash of blood start to spill from the cut and into Cindyr's matted, dirty fur.

The bottle must have been cracked at some point, and the slight pressure he had exerted had broken it.

He cursed and then gave a loud howl of anger. There was no way for him to heal her now!

Cindyr seemed to arch against him for a second; a soft whine escaping her convulsing jaws, her tails tensing and twitching, before her whole body relaxed, dropping down into his lap to lay in a horrible stillness.

"No...Cindyr! Wake up!" He cried, shaking her as if he could somehow bring her back. Her head lolled lifelessly, her tails equally inanimate as Greg tried vainly to wake her.

He pulled her body close, a rush of hot, raw anger engulfing his mind, before the grief hit him. it was all just too real all of a sudden. She was gone. Dead. She wasn't going to come back.

His howl of grief echoed throughout the forest.

* * *

How long he sat there besides his dead ninetails he didn't know, but it was a long time before he could leave her body, before he could let her limp form flop pathetically onto the ground.

He stood up, looking around, finding what he was looking for, Hitan's sword, lying on the ground a few metres away.

Greg picked it up, walking over towards the other pokemon lying inanimate on the ground, unmoving except for the slight rise and fall of it's pained breathing.

He stood over the Suicune, looking down at it with pure unadulterated fury in his eyes. It was all it's fault. If it weren't for her, then Cindyr would be alive, wouldn't have died in his arms.

The sword gleamed as he lifted it over his head, arms shaking with the strain he was putting on them.

He stared down at the pokemon, and it only looked back at him, resigned to its fate, and a little sad, as if sorry for what it had done.

But he didn't care. Couldn't care.

He swung the sword as hard as he could, the pokemon closing her eyes as the blade arced through the air.

* * *

There was a dull thunk! as the sword embedded itself in the tree standing besides him.

He about turned and stalked over to his backpack, tearing it open and pulling out one of his potions, walking back over to the injured Suicune and tearing the top off the potion bottle, roughly grabbing her head and tipping the full restore down her throat.

"Now get the fuck out of my sight before I change my mind." He growled, pointing towards the depths of the forests as the pokemon's wounds healed, closing up.

The Suicune looked at him with sad eyes, and slowly walked over to the sprawled body of his ninetails, nosing her neck so that he muzzle was pointing straight upwards.

"Get away from her!" He roared, launching himself back towards the pokemon, sword drawn and aiming another heavy blow for the exposed Suicune.

The blue pokemon lifted it's paw and slammed him full in the stomach, knocking him off his feet and sending him sprawling untidily into the dirt, the sword flung from his fingers, bouncing away out of his sight.

He quickly regained his feet, seeing the pokemon desecrating the body of his beloved, touching her with its filthy paws, and leapt at it again, trying to do anything to hurt it, to make it get away from the ninetails.

But he was brought up short by the long gleaming blade on the Suicune's head held an inch from his flesh. The pokemon slammed its paw out, cracking him right in the stomach again, making him double up, winded and sore, only able to watch as it started doing something to his beloved.

"Leave her alone..." He said weakly, the words barely audible to himself.

The Suicune looked at him for a second, as if debating whether or not to hit him again, before resolutely turning it's back on him, lifting it's head and howling.

There were no storm clouds, but the sky suddenly opened up with rain, in a small circle comprising the two pokemon.

A single crystalline drop shone as it fell, sparkling with a light too bright to be natural. It fell towards the Suicune, and it tossed its head so that the very tip of its blade caught the drop.

The drop slid down the length of the blade, slowly hanging from the tip before falling away into the ninetails mouth.

Cindyr arched up again and began to convulse for a few seconds, as if having her death-thrashing again, before falling back limp and making a piteous moan, coughing softly and staring up at the sky, blinking at the bright lights dancing before her eyes as she opened them. [now stop being angry at me ^.=.^]

Greg's eyes opened wide, staring at her, wondering what had just happened. He tried to crawl over to her, but collapsed after only a single half crawling step, his eyes blurred, almost immobile from the blows to his body.

But he doggedly kept going, and reached her, puling her close and pressing his lips against hers weakly, trying to tell her just how scared he had been.

She arched against him weakly, trying to snuggle him, but she was exhausted, almost unable to move, and she slumped against his shoulder, closing her eyes and whimpering softly with impotence, unable to express her own feelings as she lost consciousness.

Greg could feel consciousness slipping from him, and he looked up, locking eyes with the Suicune, who was now standing at the fringe of his vision, something like a mischievous smile playing across it's muzzle. He tried to say something, tried to express how grateful he was for her gift. He didn't know how, but he knew that she knew he was grateful, and he watched, barely conscious, as she melted into the forest, disappearing without a trace as another trainer burst through the trees.

It was Nevyda, closely followed by Monty, her ninetails.

Greg gave a slight snort of derision. Better late than never... He thought as he lost consciousness.

* * *

Bright lights hit his eyes, and he blinked blearily, staring at the constellation of painful brilliance hovering over him. The shapes slowly resolved themselves to him, revealing that he was lying under a roof filled with tiny, bright lights.

He dropped his head to the side, and the first thing that he saw was Cindyr, lying on a bed nearby, separated from him by an expanse of floor that might as well have been halfway across the world.

The floor rose to meet him as he slid out of the bed onto the floor, sitting for a second, the world spinning and tilting crazily. He held his head between his hands until he felt less like being sick.

After the world stopped playing twister with itself, he half crawled, half clawed himself across the floor towards Cindyr's bed, staring up at the lip of the mattress, his own personal Mt. Everest.

It took him seven tries to heave himself up on to the bed, where he finally managed to push her to the other side a little, flop down next to her and pull her into an approximation of a comfortable position, holding her close, and suddenly, all his effort seemed worth it.

He slipped back into the dark, happy depths of unconsciousness with a half smile on his face.

* * *

Something warm and moist was slowly tracing its way up his neck, along his chin, and then up to his cheek, flicking across it slowly before reaching his lips and slipping into his mouth, furred lips pressing against his own as Cindyr meshed her tongue with his.

She broke the impromptu kiss, licking his neck again as his eyes slowly opened.

"What a way to wake up...I must have died in my sleep...cause I'm in heaven." He said, and then reached up to slowly stroke her neck, leaning down and returning the kiss lovingly.

"I almost lost you..." He said, pulling her closer and hugging her tightly, as if never to let her go.

"You'll not be rid of me that easily." She said, with a slightly admonishing air, as if reprimanding him.

"Better hope not." He replied, tapping her on the nose with a fingertip.

"Oh just shut up and kiss me." She growled, crawling up his body and pressing her lips against his again, her tails slowly slithering across his legs, her tongue meshing with his again.

"You two stop that!" Nurse Joy admonished as she entered the room. "Seeing that twice is more than enough!" She continued, her tone scandalous but her manner playful.

Cindyr blushed under her fur, and settled for nuzzling him, while Nurse Joy started checking them both over for cuts and abrasions that she might have missed.

"I see you managed to get on the same bed...you haven't gotten any ideas have you? I'll not replace these sheets because you two cannot control your urges, bourn as they are by delirium brought on by your reunion, they are still no excuse to make life hard for me." She said, finishing on Greg and moving on to Cindyr.

"Could you bend the ruled for us? Please? Just a little?" Cindyr asked, whining like a puppy and licking Nurse Joy's neck with such cute entreaty that she had to laugh.

And then she got a mischievous smile to her face and said, "Well I've always believed in love, and I'll not stand in the way of it. You shall not do anything on my nice pristine sheets though. You are both much too dirty. You should have to have a shower. When you're both ready, it's through that door over there." She said, motioning towards a white door.

Cindyr yipped with happiness and licked her face enthusiastically, before sitting back on her haunches and smiling sweetly.

"We shall take you up on the offer of a shower...but you should close your eyes, you're too young for watching this kind of thing." Cindyr said, a mischievous smile of her own on her muzzle as she straddled Greg's body and started to kiss him fervently.

Nurse Joy blushed and busied herself collecting clean sheets to be washed, and finding clean containers to scrub.

"Come on Greg. I need a bath." Cindyr said suggestively, not even bothering with the fact that Nurse Joy was standing only a few metres away.

But Greg was moving too slowly for her lusty needs, and she straddled him again, leaning down over his exposed throat and nipping at it lightly, her paws stroking across his chest.

"She's right there." Greg hissed through clenched teeth as his ninetails gently slid a paw across his crotch, the pokemon giggling at the reactions her ovations caused.

"Well she can watch." Cindyr replied, lying down on him and kissing him eagerly, her tongue seeking his with fiery passion.

Greg was a little shy about doing this sort of thing right out in the open with Nurse Joy right there, but Cindyr was quickly getting him aroused despite all of that.

He slowly slid his hands down her back, caressing her silky fur, before taking one of her tails in his hand, playing with it while his other hand rubbed her side.

Cindyr gave a soft yip of happiness at his ovations and licked his cheek, slowly moving her licks lower.

Greg decided that he didn't want her to do that in front of Nurse Joy, and so he slid his hand down lower, gently playing his fingertips over her throbbing sex.

She moaned softly and ached, stopping the path of her tongue so that she could lock her mouth against his own, her tails lifting forwards over her back, giving him full access to her hot and needy depths.

Nurse Joy was absently folding and refolding the same sheet again and again, her back straight, stock-still, listening intently to the sounds coming from the bed and stying to stave off her curiosity. She picked up a metal bowl from the bed besides her ad laid it on the bench by her left side, propped at such an angle that she could clearly see the pair with it's reflection. A rosy blush immediately coloured her cheeks.

Greg slowly pressed a fingertip into her heated depths, loving the way her tight, hot wetness suckled at the invasion to her body, a small trickle of her lubricating liquids spilling from her body.

He shifted his arm, and then thrust the finger into her body, slowly working it in and out in time with her pleasured moans, adding another finger to her slippery depths.

Cindyr yelped out loud and clung to him, arching her back and panting heavily, thrusting back against his fingers needily, kissing him with a furious passion as he brought her so much pleasure.

With another yelp and a burst of fire, she arched her back and climaxed, her whole body trembling as hot liquids spilled from around his fingers, her heated entrance convulsing around his fingers delightfully.

The ninetails collapsed onto his chest, sated for the moment, and then slid off his, letting his fingers leave her body as she kissed him.

"Time to get cleaned up." She said happily, dragging him off into the shower room.

Nurse Joy, blushing heavily and more than a little hot under the collar, walked over to the bed, her shoes clicking on the tile floor.

"Oh my lovely sheets!" She moaned out, horrified, as she examined her messed up, moist, and in one spot, slightly singed, sheets.

* * *

Cindyr wasted no time in raking her claws over his body, tearing away the rags were once passable as clothing, and then pinning him to the floor of the shower room, not even letting him turn the water on before locking her mouth with his, kissing him with a raw, fiery passion that he was quick to return.

He rolled her onto her back, getting comfortable atop her and reluctantly breaking the kiss to start trailing affection down her neck, lipping at her soft fur reverently.

She moaned softly and lifted her tails to run them lightly across his back and stomach, their fluffy tips stroking ticklingly over his skin.

He laughed and rolled onto his back, trying to get away as she rolled over as well, pouncing upon him and continuing with her happy attack while licking his face like a little puppy.

"No!...Stop!...please!!!..." He called out between breathless laughs, trying valiantly to protect himself from nine different angles with his hands.

Cindyr finally tired of her game and let him go, sitting on her hunches and staring at him playfully, tails slowly slithering back and forth across the floor. He reached up and turned on the hot water tap, a cascade of hot water falling from the faucet, before he leapt upon his ninetails, kissing down her neck once again, his hands rubbing at her sides gently.

The ninetails growled softly and rolled him onto his back again, licking his neck gently, and then slowly moving her mouth lower, running her tongue across his skin, before sliding down his body, licking all across his stomach and then teasingly sliding her tongue across the head of his cock.

Greg arched his back and pressed his cock again her searingly hot mouth unconsciously, his hands resting on her cheeks as the fiery heat engulfed him.

She growled softly, arching her neck and taking his full length into her mouth, eagerly twinging her tongue about it, making her human gasp at the heat his member was encased in. Two of her tails slowly slid up and began to gently stroke along his inner thighs, while a third slid to his balls and gently fondled them, arousing him in a way that no other creature could.

He began to thrust himself into her mouth repeatedly, sliding his cock from the hot moistness of her muzzle and into the cooler air outside before sliding himself back in, his throbbing cock already nearing bursting point.

"Cindyr!...Slow down!...Oh god!!!" He yelled out, unable to hold back, thick hot spurts of cum spilling into the vixen's mouth, coating her tongue with his creamy semen.

She suckled at his erection eagerly, letting out a yip at the exotic taste flooding her mouth, drinking down his seed eagerly, until, regretfully, it came to a stop.

The vixen looked up at him, a smile on her face as she licked her lips, a single string of hot semen in the fur of her cheek. "Did you enjoy that master?" She asked, her smile widening to reveal the points of her sharp teeth.

Greg didn't respond, he only groaned low in his throat, his eyes closed, before saying, "Oh god yes...but don't call me master..."

"Why not 'master'?" She asked curiously, but then smiled and said, "how about 'lover' instead?"

Greg laughed softly and pulled her up to his face, kissing her passionately, feeling the furnace heat of her body against his own.

He slid his hands over her rump, gently caressing the base of her tails, and then sliding his hands under then again, rubbing at her lips gently, making her arch her neck out submissively to him.

Greg took the offer, biting affectionately into the fur of her neck, gently nibbling at it, making her moan softly and arch her back, pressing back against his hands, a finger slowly sliding into her fiery depths.

Cindyr slowly slid off him and turning around, lifting her tails into the air like a fan and bending over submissively.

"Take me...or I'll hurt you." She growled out playfully.

The sight of her delightful entrance so provocatively on display got him instantly hard again, and he leapt at her, burying himself in her heat, tearing wordless moans from both of them.

Cindyr thrust back at him, moaning loudly, soft yips interspersed with her sounds of pleasure as his cock drove into her searing depths again and again, rocking her back and forth slightly, her tails coiling around him convulsively as she shivered with bliss.

Greg held her hips in his hands, pulling her back against him with every thrust, feeling scalding liquids spilling from within her depths with every thrust, making his ninetails shiver even more, muscles rippling under her luxuriously soft fur.

Loud yelps began to erupt from her quivering jaws with every thrust into her furnace-like confines, Greg falling across her back and thrusting with every ounce of power he had, rocking her back and forth with each fervent movement.

Cindyr lifted her head and let loose a howl so loud that it echoed throughout the pokecentre as she orgasmed, delightfully hot fluids cascading from within her body, drowning him in her lust as he thrust one last time, joining his lover in climax as his thick, creamy essence jetted into her convulsing body.

He fell down on top of her, rolling as he landed so that he didn't crush the tired vixen.

She murred with absolute contention, feeling his warmth deep inside her body, and rolled into his arms, her wet fur pressing against his skin as she licked his neck affectionately, the hot water cascading around them as she rested her head on his neck and sighing contentedly.

Greg pressed his face into her wet fur, enjoying the simple feeling of it against his skin, and thanked whatever god's there were that she didn't get that wet dog smell...