Fox Hunt
Fox Hunt
Shortie by Micah "Lone Wolf" Weil
Requested anonymously.
So where did that leave us? That's what I kept asking myself as I watched her sleep. Hey, she deserved it. We were both on the run, really. My thermos was full of tea; nice, mint tea that pleased the back of your throat as it went down. It's been keeping me awake, which meant she stayed nice and safe. Fuck, that's all I wanted.
She seemed to be enjoying my bedroll anyway. The vulpix girl slept quietly, cuddling my pillow the whole time. She was so peaceful; it hurt to think that my boss wanted me to kill her and take her back for her pelt.
Yep, you guessed it: I'm a trapper.
I was supposed to go out and catch a few vulpix for their pelts. I know - it's a horrible thing. The ghastly and haunter that regularly attack me prove that beyond a shadow of a doubt. It's what was lined up for me by my father, though, and god fucking forbid I do something that's against his wishes.
I looked at my tea and sighed. Thoughts of my father ALWAYS prompted angry responses out of me. I took another sip to calm that fit of anger right now. That was the other thing about mint tea for me. It made me forget. I would forget that my father is an asshole. It'd make me forget about all those poor fox pokemon who's lives would end because of me. It dulled the senses.
I looked back up at the vulpix girl in my sleeping bag. She really changed everything. Her pelt would have gotten me a big fat raise and a lot of cash. I could have brought her in and be done with it. Hell, that's what I tried to do. But she ran. I had to chase her half the day before I could get my hands on her. She put me well off the beaten path, far away from the main camp. That should have been the end of it.
She had tripped, falling to the ground long enough for me to get over to her. I was ready to tie her up and bring her home. It was those eyes that did it; she looked at me with fear - human fear. It struck me hard; I couldn't do it. At the same time, though, I knew that they'd find out that I let her go and that would be the end of me. I'm positive my father would kill me. I didn't have a choice but to take her away from here.
So that puts us back here. I'd made camp and deposited myself in front of the campfire. I didn't say a word to her and let her go about as she wanted. She had some of my rations and found my bedroll. She decided, apparently, to sleep. It was clear she at least knew how some human things worked.
And she's been sleeping ever since. I don't care how much of a freak it makes me look like; she is a very beautiful creature. I guess...that's the other reason I'm not going to take her back with me, if I decide to go back, anyway. I dunno, maybe getting lost like this is a blessing. I brought my cup up to my lips to sip, but found myself out of tea. I put it back on my thermos, knowing that if I drank anymore, I would not be able to get to sleep. That left me with nothing to do but wait and watch.
My gaze passed by the fire to her. She was still asleep, still beautiful. Slowly, I got to my feet and moved beside where she slept. There was nothing to sit on by her; I had to resort to sitting on the ground. She looked even better closer. I guess I couldn't help it. I just reached out and petted the tuft of red fur that curled on her head. I knew it'd wake her up, but I didn't care. She'd probably run off once she realized that I had an interest in her. It'd be a load off my mind, anyway.
She shivered a little bit as my fingers teased her, and actually leaned into the pet. I blinked as her eyes slowly fluttered open and turned to me. There were a tense few moments as I waited for her to shy away, if not flat out run. She yawned and lifted herself off the ground, looking at me mutely. That's all she did. She watched me, as if waiting for me to make the first move.
I wouldn't deny it to her. "Did you sleep well?" My voice was as it usually was. Hell, I wasn't about to tone my voice down just because she might be a bit skittish. She nodded her head, however, and sat up better to watch me. I smiled. "At least you understand me. That's good." I sighed a little bit and looked back at the fire.
"What's wrong?" Her voice was velvety, enough to make me forget that she was wild. "Sir?"
"I'm feeling a little bit stupid for getting you into this mess." I shut my eyes. She spoke my language. There was humanity in this vulpix. She wasn't a pokemon beyond looks and maybe some minor genetics. The thought that I was trying to bring her back for her pelt struck me hard; I clutched my stomach as it rebelled against my sensibilities. I gasped a little bit and sighed. The guilt was gonna get to me...
"It's not stupid." Her voice broke through the haze again, something punctuated by her hand (...paw...whatever it is...) being placed on my own. "I am not angry at you."
"And why the hell not?" I snapped at her. I admit it, not the smartest thing to do; she shrank back at my harshness. I did too, come to think of it, when I realized what I was doing. I turned away from her, trying to get her out of my line of sight. "I...I'm sorry. I'm just under a lot of stress right now."
"I know. You have made it quite clear." Her soft hands rested on my shoulders. "You mutter when you think. You are quite vocal about your displeasure in your work."
I sighed. She was reading me like a book. "So you know that-"
"You were supposed to bring me home for my fur. Yes. I am not mad at you for that."
"Why not? I was supposed to bring you back to die."
"Yet, we are here, far away from your base camp, and you clearly have no intention of bringing me back." I turned and looked at her. She was smiling. She knew.
Like a fucking book.
"You are right. But where does that leave me?"
"Out here with nature." She smiled. "Time away from people is what you need." She took my hand and pulled me towards the bedroll. I'll admit, the only reason I went towards it was because I could use a lay down. I wasn't about to fall asleep, though, and I made that clear. "Relax. You're too tense." I grunted my response and looked away. I wasn't about to let this vulpix girl tell ME what to do.
That was probably my big mistake, not to mention my last.
I knew nothing about the vulpix beyond the fact that she was half pokemon and half human. Who knew that she'd be able to use pokemon attacks, let alone Sing. When I heard her start singing, I felt my body flood with panic. If I fell asleep because of her song, that was it. I would be at her mercy completely. She would be able to do anything that she wanted, even exact revenge on me.
I tried to fight it off, but the effects of the song had grabbed me. I drifted off into the abyss of sleep, not knowing if I would awaken...
I've lived and worked all over the world. I've experienced a lot and then some. When it comes down to it, I can safely say that Pidgey are the noisiest fucking bird pokemon in the universe. So it was only natural that the woods around me were filled to the brim with them.
I hate my luck...
The din of several hundred Pidgey going out for breakfast woke me up. It was a shock to me, really, that I woke up at all. She hadn't slit my throat and left me for dead, so I figured she just ran away. All that meant to me was that I had nobody to talk to as I tried to find my way to civilization. With a defeated grunt, I tried to get up and ready myself for the long walk ahead of me.
Let me tell you, getting up is the hardest thing to do when your arm is being used as a pillow by a vulpix girl.
I looked at her quietly. Again, she had shocked me. Not only did she stick around, but she chose to snuggle right up to me. I couldn't take my eyes off of her. She had to have an ace up her sleeve (well, if she were wearing clothes, anyway). And yet, when she let go of that sleepy little feral "pix" (I had jerked enough to wake the dead), my heart melted. I couldn't find myself angry at her. I sat up with her, leaning on my hands for support. "Good morning," I said first, waiting to see if she would jump when she realized where she was.
"Good morning," she responded. She turned to look at me, her brown eyes sparkling like the dew soaked grass around us. My heart skipped a beat. "Did you sleep well?"
"Well...yeah, I did, actually." I could feel my cheeks flush red; this was embarrassing! "Why...did you...?"
"There was only one sleeping bag. Besides, I didn't mind." She giggled a little bit. Oh god, the giggle! It was then that I noticed what kind of an effect she was having on me. I quickly leaned forward, covering the bulge in my pants with my arms to try to hide it from her. Silly, actually, since she'd already caught wind of it. "I take it you like the way I look." I looked away ashamed.
Damn, she was making me do that A LOT.
She giggled again and straddled my lap. I swear to this day, she only did that to make it worse. "Well, in that case..." She started to undo my shirt.
Naturally, I put up a protest by swatting her hands away. "What are you doing?!"
She was persistent. Despite my physical protests, she got my shirt unbuttoned. Her hands were soft; rubbing them against my chest only served to calm me down. "I'm helping you with your problem." She eased the shirt off of me, leaving me in nothing but my pants.
"What...problem is that?"
"You're too tense. You worry too much." She undid my pants (which, oddly enough, I didn't protest). "I'm gonna help you relax. You did spare my life, after all."
Funny. I don't remember actually saying I was gonna spare her life. I was, really, but didn't say it. Eh. She tugged at my pants, pretty much yanking them and my boxers out from under me. Admittedly, it did feel great to have more room for my...morning wood to exist in. Sure, it was embarrassing, and if anyone found out that we did, I'd be jailed for perversion. But we were out in the middle of nowhere. Nobody was gonna find out.
She slowly ran those soft hands of hers over my shaft. She had to have known what she was doing; not even my ex-girlfriend could do this well with her hands. I found myself laying backwards, my trust being laid in her. It had to have pleased her; she was leaning over and running her tongue over my cock a few moments later. I bit my lip and shut my eyes. All she had to do was will it and I was looking at a well cooked sausage. She didn't, thankfully, nor did she when she wrapped her mouth around it. I began to pant as she suckled. My hands moved to her head, caressing those velvety ears, encouraging her to continue.
Lord did she! When she began to bob her head, it was like silk. I moaned a little bit. Not being able to hold myself up, I fell back. She didn't hesitate one bit; she kept sucking. "G-god..." I could feel the pressure building, years of pent up frustration quickly coming to a head.
It was a shame when she pulled off of it and straddled me again. I looked up at her and smiled. "But...I don't even know your name. Why-?"
She put a finger to my lips. "Do you feel relaxed?" I nodded frantically, half proving myself wrong.
She smiled and caressed my cheeks. "There's still a little work to do." She reached around and caressed my cock again, lifting it up to meet with that furnace she called a pussy. "Is this okay?"
I wanted to say no. Every bone in my body told me to tell her no, to get dressed and run. To get away from her. All sensibility said what I was doing was wrong. It showed as the tears welled up in my eyes. I opened my mouth to say no, to tell her that I was uncomfortable with this. What came out of my mouth was far from it. "Y-yes. Please...do..."
In the end, the decision was made. Nothing's gonna change that. I said yes, and she slid down onto my cock. I'm gonna look back at that instant and always feel guilty about it.
But hot damn, I'm not gonna lie to myself either; she is the best goddamn sex I've ever had. To a small degree, I'm glad I said yes.
She smiled when I said yes. She reached up and caressed my cheek. I knew she was trying to assure me that I was doing the right thing, but I wouldn't hear anything of it. I was nervous, and understandably so. She looked at me with a half-hearted smile and leaned down, giving me a very soft kiss. I'll never admit to it, but that did ease my worries a little bit. I found myself pressing into her kiss, something that, interestingly enough, seemed to move in time with her sliding down onto me.
Like I said before, she was a bloody furnace! She enveloped me; she was rather wet, and it just made it feel so much better. She took me all the way, gripping my shoulder with an excited "pix". I reached up and caressed her sides. She was so beautiful...
She began to ride me. She knew what she was doing, too; she squeezed down on my cock as she pulled off, and relaxed as she went down. My hands...I can't believe what I did with them. They traveled over her body, cupping her breasts. They were so soft, so tantalizing. I had to sit up and nuzzle them. She smiled and wrapped her arms around my neck, getting a better grip as she rode faster.
I just reacted, I guess. I wrapped my lips around one of her nipples and began to suckle, like a baby. She cradled my head in her paws, holding me close for a few moments. Even like that, she STILL managed to ride. I could feel myself throbbing within her velvet. I could feel the pressure building up. I tried to fight it back, but her movements...her touch...her warmth...
I couldn't hold back.
She moaned loudly as I came, filling her up with my warm seed. I pulled off of her nipple and bit my lip. It was the greatest feeling in the world...
I don't know how long we spent laying there. Fuck, it didn't matter. The afterglow was just so...nice. She laid atop me, nuzzling my chest. "Do you feel better now?" Her words echoed in my ears; it sounded much better than before. I slowly nodded, reaching for her hand to take in my own. She giggled, another one of her enticing noises, and looked into my eyes. "I don't want you to go back to your trapper friends back there."
I shivered. "I don't either...but I can't stay out here. Sooner or later, I'm going to have to go back."
She smiled and brought her lips to mine. I sighed happily, enjoying the tender kiss. "You won't have to."
"But how-?"
She brought a finger to my lips and smiled. "There is no need to worry about it now. Relax." I shut my eyes. I couldn't argue with her. She'd done so much for me. I simply had to trust her. She smiled and leaned in, pressing another deep kiss on my lips.
I could easily get used to that.
We'd relax for another hour or so before she got up. I got dressed and she led me away, showing me exactly why I didn't have to go back. Rather, she showed me something rather interesting. It turned out that she was a member of the local Pokemon Ranger chapter. The trapper team that I was working with were poaching on their land. The vulpix girl had been watching us and had figured me out. She'd lured me away so they could get information out of me.
Well, needless to say, my guilt weighed in and I spoke. I told them everything they wanted to know, and then some. I even gave them directions to the home office in the city. I tell ya, I would have loved to have been there to see everyone getting hauled off for trial. Sadly, that was not possible, and for a damn good reason.
Why, you may ask?
I'm dead. Well, the old me is dead, anyway. You see, that's all behind me. I've retired my name. I've got a new lease on life, and a very caring vulpix girl to help me live it.
My name is Valen, and I am a pokemon ranger.
End
Vulpix, Pidgey, and all that fun pokemon stuff is © Nintendo
Shortie by Micah "Lone Wolf" Weil
Requested anonymously.
So where did that leave us? That's what I kept asking myself as I watched her sleep. Hey, she deserved it. We were both on the run, really. My thermos was full of tea; nice, mint tea that pleased the back of your throat as it went down. It's been keeping me awake, which meant she stayed nice and safe. Fuck, that's all I wanted.
She seemed to be enjoying my bedroll anyway. The vulpix girl slept quietly, cuddling my pillow the whole time. She was so peaceful; it hurt to think that my boss wanted me to kill her and take her back for her pelt.
Yep, you guessed it: I'm a trapper.
I was supposed to go out and catch a few vulpix for their pelts. I know - it's a horrible thing. The ghastly and haunter that regularly attack me prove that beyond a shadow of a doubt. It's what was lined up for me by my father, though, and god fucking forbid I do something that's against his wishes.
I looked at my tea and sighed. Thoughts of my father ALWAYS prompted angry responses out of me. I took another sip to calm that fit of anger right now. That was the other thing about mint tea for me. It made me forget. I would forget that my father is an asshole. It'd make me forget about all those poor fox pokemon who's lives would end because of me. It dulled the senses.
I looked back up at the vulpix girl in my sleeping bag. She really changed everything. Her pelt would have gotten me a big fat raise and a lot of cash. I could have brought her in and be done with it. Hell, that's what I tried to do. But she ran. I had to chase her half the day before I could get my hands on her. She put me well off the beaten path, far away from the main camp. That should have been the end of it.
She had tripped, falling to the ground long enough for me to get over to her. I was ready to tie her up and bring her home. It was those eyes that did it; she looked at me with fear - human fear. It struck me hard; I couldn't do it. At the same time, though, I knew that they'd find out that I let her go and that would be the end of me. I'm positive my father would kill me. I didn't have a choice but to take her away from here.
So that puts us back here. I'd made camp and deposited myself in front of the campfire. I didn't say a word to her and let her go about as she wanted. She had some of my rations and found my bedroll. She decided, apparently, to sleep. It was clear she at least knew how some human things worked.
And she's been sleeping ever since. I don't care how much of a freak it makes me look like; she is a very beautiful creature. I guess...that's the other reason I'm not going to take her back with me, if I decide to go back, anyway. I dunno, maybe getting lost like this is a blessing. I brought my cup up to my lips to sip, but found myself out of tea. I put it back on my thermos, knowing that if I drank anymore, I would not be able to get to sleep. That left me with nothing to do but wait and watch.
My gaze passed by the fire to her. She was still asleep, still beautiful. Slowly, I got to my feet and moved beside where she slept. There was nothing to sit on by her; I had to resort to sitting on the ground. She looked even better closer. I guess I couldn't help it. I just reached out and petted the tuft of red fur that curled on her head. I knew it'd wake her up, but I didn't care. She'd probably run off once she realized that I had an interest in her. It'd be a load off my mind, anyway.
She shivered a little bit as my fingers teased her, and actually leaned into the pet. I blinked as her eyes slowly fluttered open and turned to me. There were a tense few moments as I waited for her to shy away, if not flat out run. She yawned and lifted herself off the ground, looking at me mutely. That's all she did. She watched me, as if waiting for me to make the first move.
I wouldn't deny it to her. "Did you sleep well?" My voice was as it usually was. Hell, I wasn't about to tone my voice down just because she might be a bit skittish. She nodded her head, however, and sat up better to watch me. I smiled. "At least you understand me. That's good." I sighed a little bit and looked back at the fire.
"What's wrong?" Her voice was velvety, enough to make me forget that she was wild. "Sir?"
"I'm feeling a little bit stupid for getting you into this mess." I shut my eyes. She spoke my language. There was humanity in this vulpix. She wasn't a pokemon beyond looks and maybe some minor genetics. The thought that I was trying to bring her back for her pelt struck me hard; I clutched my stomach as it rebelled against my sensibilities. I gasped a little bit and sighed. The guilt was gonna get to me...
"It's not stupid." Her voice broke through the haze again, something punctuated by her hand (...paw...whatever it is...) being placed on my own. "I am not angry at you."
"And why the hell not?" I snapped at her. I admit it, not the smartest thing to do; she shrank back at my harshness. I did too, come to think of it, when I realized what I was doing. I turned away from her, trying to get her out of my line of sight. "I...I'm sorry. I'm just under a lot of stress right now."
"I know. You have made it quite clear." Her soft hands rested on my shoulders. "You mutter when you think. You are quite vocal about your displeasure in your work."
I sighed. She was reading me like a book. "So you know that-"
"You were supposed to bring me home for my fur. Yes. I am not mad at you for that."
"Why not? I was supposed to bring you back to die."
"Yet, we are here, far away from your base camp, and you clearly have no intention of bringing me back." I turned and looked at her. She was smiling. She knew.
Like a fucking book.
"You are right. But where does that leave me?"
"Out here with nature." She smiled. "Time away from people is what you need." She took my hand and pulled me towards the bedroll. I'll admit, the only reason I went towards it was because I could use a lay down. I wasn't about to fall asleep, though, and I made that clear. "Relax. You're too tense." I grunted my response and looked away. I wasn't about to let this vulpix girl tell ME what to do.
That was probably my big mistake, not to mention my last.
I knew nothing about the vulpix beyond the fact that she was half pokemon and half human. Who knew that she'd be able to use pokemon attacks, let alone Sing. When I heard her start singing, I felt my body flood with panic. If I fell asleep because of her song, that was it. I would be at her mercy completely. She would be able to do anything that she wanted, even exact revenge on me.
I tried to fight it off, but the effects of the song had grabbed me. I drifted off into the abyss of sleep, not knowing if I would awaken...
I've lived and worked all over the world. I've experienced a lot and then some. When it comes down to it, I can safely say that Pidgey are the noisiest fucking bird pokemon in the universe. So it was only natural that the woods around me were filled to the brim with them.
I hate my luck...
The din of several hundred Pidgey going out for breakfast woke me up. It was a shock to me, really, that I woke up at all. She hadn't slit my throat and left me for dead, so I figured she just ran away. All that meant to me was that I had nobody to talk to as I tried to find my way to civilization. With a defeated grunt, I tried to get up and ready myself for the long walk ahead of me.
Let me tell you, getting up is the hardest thing to do when your arm is being used as a pillow by a vulpix girl.
I looked at her quietly. Again, she had shocked me. Not only did she stick around, but she chose to snuggle right up to me. I couldn't take my eyes off of her. She had to have an ace up her sleeve (well, if she were wearing clothes, anyway). And yet, when she let go of that sleepy little feral "pix" (I had jerked enough to wake the dead), my heart melted. I couldn't find myself angry at her. I sat up with her, leaning on my hands for support. "Good morning," I said first, waiting to see if she would jump when she realized where she was.
"Good morning," she responded. She turned to look at me, her brown eyes sparkling like the dew soaked grass around us. My heart skipped a beat. "Did you sleep well?"
"Well...yeah, I did, actually." I could feel my cheeks flush red; this was embarrassing! "Why...did you...?"
"There was only one sleeping bag. Besides, I didn't mind." She giggled a little bit. Oh god, the giggle! It was then that I noticed what kind of an effect she was having on me. I quickly leaned forward, covering the bulge in my pants with my arms to try to hide it from her. Silly, actually, since she'd already caught wind of it. "I take it you like the way I look." I looked away ashamed.
Damn, she was making me do that A LOT.
She giggled again and straddled my lap. I swear to this day, she only did that to make it worse. "Well, in that case..." She started to undo my shirt.
Naturally, I put up a protest by swatting her hands away. "What are you doing?!"
She was persistent. Despite my physical protests, she got my shirt unbuttoned. Her hands were soft; rubbing them against my chest only served to calm me down. "I'm helping you with your problem." She eased the shirt off of me, leaving me in nothing but my pants.
"What...problem is that?"
"You're too tense. You worry too much." She undid my pants (which, oddly enough, I didn't protest). "I'm gonna help you relax. You did spare my life, after all."
Funny. I don't remember actually saying I was gonna spare her life. I was, really, but didn't say it. Eh. She tugged at my pants, pretty much yanking them and my boxers out from under me. Admittedly, it did feel great to have more room for my...morning wood to exist in. Sure, it was embarrassing, and if anyone found out that we did, I'd be jailed for perversion. But we were out in the middle of nowhere. Nobody was gonna find out.
She slowly ran those soft hands of hers over my shaft. She had to have known what she was doing; not even my ex-girlfriend could do this well with her hands. I found myself laying backwards, my trust being laid in her. It had to have pleased her; she was leaning over and running her tongue over my cock a few moments later. I bit my lip and shut my eyes. All she had to do was will it and I was looking at a well cooked sausage. She didn't, thankfully, nor did she when she wrapped her mouth around it. I began to pant as she suckled. My hands moved to her head, caressing those velvety ears, encouraging her to continue.
Lord did she! When she began to bob her head, it was like silk. I moaned a little bit. Not being able to hold myself up, I fell back. She didn't hesitate one bit; she kept sucking. "G-god..." I could feel the pressure building, years of pent up frustration quickly coming to a head.
It was a shame when she pulled off of it and straddled me again. I looked up at her and smiled. "But...I don't even know your name. Why-?"
She put a finger to my lips. "Do you feel relaxed?" I nodded frantically, half proving myself wrong.
She smiled and caressed my cheeks. "There's still a little work to do." She reached around and caressed my cock again, lifting it up to meet with that furnace she called a pussy. "Is this okay?"
I wanted to say no. Every bone in my body told me to tell her no, to get dressed and run. To get away from her. All sensibility said what I was doing was wrong. It showed as the tears welled up in my eyes. I opened my mouth to say no, to tell her that I was uncomfortable with this. What came out of my mouth was far from it. "Y-yes. Please...do..."
In the end, the decision was made. Nothing's gonna change that. I said yes, and she slid down onto my cock. I'm gonna look back at that instant and always feel guilty about it.
But hot damn, I'm not gonna lie to myself either; she is the best goddamn sex I've ever had. To a small degree, I'm glad I said yes.
She smiled when I said yes. She reached up and caressed my cheek. I knew she was trying to assure me that I was doing the right thing, but I wouldn't hear anything of it. I was nervous, and understandably so. She looked at me with a half-hearted smile and leaned down, giving me a very soft kiss. I'll never admit to it, but that did ease my worries a little bit. I found myself pressing into her kiss, something that, interestingly enough, seemed to move in time with her sliding down onto me.
Like I said before, she was a bloody furnace! She enveloped me; she was rather wet, and it just made it feel so much better. She took me all the way, gripping my shoulder with an excited "pix". I reached up and caressed her sides. She was so beautiful...
She began to ride me. She knew what she was doing, too; she squeezed down on my cock as she pulled off, and relaxed as she went down. My hands...I can't believe what I did with them. They traveled over her body, cupping her breasts. They were so soft, so tantalizing. I had to sit up and nuzzle them. She smiled and wrapped her arms around my neck, getting a better grip as she rode faster.
I just reacted, I guess. I wrapped my lips around one of her nipples and began to suckle, like a baby. She cradled my head in her paws, holding me close for a few moments. Even like that, she STILL managed to ride. I could feel myself throbbing within her velvet. I could feel the pressure building up. I tried to fight it back, but her movements...her touch...her warmth...
I couldn't hold back.
She moaned loudly as I came, filling her up with my warm seed. I pulled off of her nipple and bit my lip. It was the greatest feeling in the world...
I don't know how long we spent laying there. Fuck, it didn't matter. The afterglow was just so...nice. She laid atop me, nuzzling my chest. "Do you feel better now?" Her words echoed in my ears; it sounded much better than before. I slowly nodded, reaching for her hand to take in my own. She giggled, another one of her enticing noises, and looked into my eyes. "I don't want you to go back to your trapper friends back there."
I shivered. "I don't either...but I can't stay out here. Sooner or later, I'm going to have to go back."
She smiled and brought her lips to mine. I sighed happily, enjoying the tender kiss. "You won't have to."
"But how-?"
She brought a finger to my lips and smiled. "There is no need to worry about it now. Relax." I shut my eyes. I couldn't argue with her. She'd done so much for me. I simply had to trust her. She smiled and leaned in, pressing another deep kiss on my lips.
I could easily get used to that.
We'd relax for another hour or so before she got up. I got dressed and she led me away, showing me exactly why I didn't have to go back. Rather, she showed me something rather interesting. It turned out that she was a member of the local Pokemon Ranger chapter. The trapper team that I was working with were poaching on their land. The vulpix girl had been watching us and had figured me out. She'd lured me away so they could get information out of me.
Well, needless to say, my guilt weighed in and I spoke. I told them everything they wanted to know, and then some. I even gave them directions to the home office in the city. I tell ya, I would have loved to have been there to see everyone getting hauled off for trial. Sadly, that was not possible, and for a damn good reason.
Why, you may ask?
I'm dead. Well, the old me is dead, anyway. You see, that's all behind me. I've retired my name. I've got a new lease on life, and a very caring vulpix girl to help me live it.
My name is Valen, and I am a pokemon ranger.
End
Vulpix, Pidgey, and all that fun pokemon stuff is © Nintendo