Day 2
Day 2: Is She Really Real? Or Was It A Dream?
When Tim had awoken from slumber, Vulpix was still asleep. He reached over to the end table and placed the translator back into his ear. He then really looked at the female Vulpix that had miraculously shown up the night before. He wasn't sure of what to make of what had happened the previous night, but he felt extremely lucky that he had found someone who could receive his un-requited love. He smiled as he thought this, and as he did so, she stirred on the pillow. He watched as she slowly opened her eyes and looked at him. She yawned saying,
"What?" because he was still staring at her, smiling. She wasn't sure that this was a good thing because she vaguely remembered a similar smile on another male. She drew back, but as she did he picked her up, placed her on his chest, started to stroke her soft, red fur and said in a calming tone,
"All right, explain to me what happened to you yesterday."
She wasn't sure why he would want to know, more so care about what had happened to her so she asked,
"Why? Do you really want to know or is this a trap to put me into a compromising situation? I see that smile." She scowled, but he continued to look at her and never lost his calming grin. He came right back with,
"I feel that I can help you, but if I don't know where you came from or what happened to you then I won't be able to protect or help should the need arise. So it's mainly out of curiosity."
Believing him, she heaved a heavy sigh and began slowly, unsure of how the story would affect him or if he would believe it in the first place.
"All right, here goes. I was born in this forest a little under three months ago. You can tell by how my tail is split. But, I was the runt of my mothers litter. As you probably know, male Vulpixs are only born to the lucky females so when my mother gave birth to a male, three strong females, and a runt, you can understand that she and the family would give more attention to them rather then me. In our family; which only stayed together to maintain the food supply, males seem to be what you humans call god. They hold a position of power and are worshiped as divine. Whatever they say goes. Even their name 'Puixlv' means 'god-head'. As they are born, the elder would fight the younger and the position of head male would change if the younger male won which happened more often then not. The victorious male would both kill and eat the looser then and there; or they would break the front left leg, gouge out their eyes and send them out into the forest to be picked off by predators; all in front of the females of the family. They seemed to watch everything with intense interest.
Well, my mother's litter of my brother and me, if you really want to call him a brother, seemed normal. He got all the attention and I was shunned and looked at with disgust. 'Sucks to be her' I would often hear. My mother would barely even let me suckle her, but my brother seemed to be able to do so anytime with a simple nudge to mother's side. I just existed. I was barely fed, only managing to get a little each night when my mother was asleep did I get the chance, and even then I couldn't get much for fear of waking her up and risking being beaten. I was forced to eat the spawn of the ground just to keep myself alive. I grew to hate my life and I wanted to end it and I probably would have seeing as how I would wobble back and forth all day being yelled at, cursed at, shunned by everyone. Even the training that I went through didn't lift my spirits in fact it dampened them. I hated life.
The training that the females of the litter received, would be in the arts of seduction and sensuality. Females seemed only to exist as things to please the males. The male would then pick a mate from the new females thirteen weeks after they were born. This was known as the 'litter offering'. The male would proceed to mate with the chosen female in the center of the den. This was considered a sacred act and the family was supposed to watch it to promote a higher sense of morality and sociality. I don't know how, but that's what I've been told is the point of it all. When I saw the ceremony for the first time, the idea and practice of what was happening seemed revolting to me and I turned away in disgust, even though I wasn't quite sure of what was happening. The female seemed to be in pain, due to the fact that she was holding back tears. Blood flowing down from her sides, and the male's hips moved back and forth while he screamed 'you like that don't ya bitch? Who's your daddy, who's your daddy, who's your daddy?' It was perverted.
Puixlv must have seen me looking away because after the ritual ended and life went on, he approached me casually and asked 'Why did you turn away from the mating ceremony?' His face showed concern at the time so I felt no fear. I simply told him that what he had just done disgusted me and I would never let him do it to me. He responded with 'Is that so? Do you think you can stop me?' and gave me a menacing glare. Everyone saw this, but because the male was the leader they went on like nothing was happening, either that or they didn't care. He approached me, something pink sticking out between his legs. His tone and mannerisms scared me so I attempted to escape him by turning and running, but when I did, he knocked me down and started to beat me. I saw blood flow and I felt pain rush through my body. Just when it seemed that he was going to kill me, another female approached him and asked him for a session and he went with her saying to me 'If I see you again, you will die,' like I meant nothing to him. He gritted his teeth showing bloodstained teeth from his last kill and spat on my face. His threat scared me. I ran off, pain and what he said rushing through my mind and body. The last thing I saw before my legs gave out was your cabin. I knew that I couldn't run anymore because I couldn't stand or move my leg. I must have whimpered and passed out. Then I guess you must have found me and brought me inside away from that maniac. I didn't even know I was safe until I recovered in your den last night. I didn't feel secure with you being a male, so I tried to stay away from you."
Vulpix heaved a sigh of relief, a burden lifted off of her chest, or so it seemed. Tim had listened intently to her story and began to understand the parts of her life that would make her fear any contact with others.
"I seem to feel a little more secure around you now, though." She said in passing while Tim was thinking. He smiled and asked her,
"So this 'head male' or 'piuxlv' was the leader of your family and could do whatever he wanted to anyone at anytime?" Tim asked apparently curious about the Vulpix family organization.
"Yeah, males were the law and order in our family. Though there didn't seem to be much law and order to speak of." Her eyes had started to tear from the painful memories that she had just recalled.
"He would take the virginity of every projective female in order to continue the family, right? But, what if they didn't want it? Would the same thing that happened to you, happen to them?" Vulpix was tormented. It was definitely visible in her face. She looked away and answered with,
"That's right, by doing that he would have a better chance of impregnating them. But only the first mating was public, all the rest were instigated later by using the seduction techniques that the females learned from their mothers. If the females didn't use them then they were considered failures and were exiled from the family. It doesn't matter if we want it or not. It's our birthright to be used by the males." Vulpix's pain was growing and was obvious now. Her eyes welled up with tears and she had started to sob quietly, her face buried in Tim's chest. He started to stroke her head curls to try to make her feel better. He knew that this was a painful memory for her so he asked her just one more question.
"So he was your father, but now because of the culture of your species, you now have a fear of sexuality and males don't you?" He spoke slowly, not wanting to upset her further.
"Yeah, I suppose so." She sat up on his chest and stepped back onto the bed, burying her face in it. She was crying heavily now, tears quickly running down her face and landing on the bed. She wailed, almost incoherently,
"Is it wrong to go against the culture of my own species?" looking at him with pain in both her eyes and heart.
"No, I don't suppose so." He said to her. After a slight period of silence where the only sound was Vulpix sobbing into the bed, he said to her in hopes of calming her,
"OK Vulpix, I understand your mindset more clearly now. This may come as a shock to you, but you and I are really very similar." She seemed confused by this comment and looked up at him quizzically still sobbing a bit.
"Yep, I hated the way that I had always been treated so after a while, I got sick of it and moved out here to be alone." He said to her hoping to make her feel a little better. She gave a small smirk and climbed back on his chest where she lay down flat, her warm fur caressing his naked chest. She was calmer now and her flow of tears had slowed. He smiled and resumed stroking her fur. There was a period of silence between them, but he broke it by saying simply,
"I can see why Puixlv wanted you so badly. You are very attractive; your fur is really soft to." He smiled to let her know that he meant what he just said. Vulpix blushed a little at the compliment looking away from him. She noticed his phallus slowly creeping toward her at this point. She turned around, poised to attack it, yipping a little. Tim smirked a little and gave her a reassuring stroke which she enjoyed, murring softly and dropping her guard.
"Don't worry; nothing's going to happen with that anytime soon. Not until you're ready or if you want it to." Tim whispered in her ear. This perked her ears up and she snapped her head back to his staring, dumbfounded, at him saying,
"You're kidding? You want me too?" Vulpix was in shock. But, it's my decision? This kind of thinking was unheard of. She again raised her guard.
"You know it, but I won't impose on you. I won't take you until you are ready, and you know it's what you want. I'll tell you one thing though, I won't leave and I'll help you when you need it. But, that will only happen if you decide to stay with me after that heals" He pointed to her leg. She relaxed and smiled a little when he said this. He then brought her close and hugged her making her feel warm and contented. She nuzzled him in return.
"Well, let's go get some food." Tim said breaking the embrace. She shot a look as if to say "are you serious?" but when he moved to get up; she smiled, jumped off his chest and laid flat on the bed next to him. He picked her up carefully and stroked her with both hands, on both her back and chest. She sighed and said to Tim,
"You know I could get used to this kind of treatment." Tim smiled nonchalantly and replied,
"That's kind of the idea. I won't hold you here against your will though. If you want to leave after you heal your more then welcome to do so." Silence prevailed for a little while as he moved over to the makeshift refrigerator. "By the way, could you call me Daddy from now on? See, I've never been married and I would like someone to call me Daddy at least once." He spoke sincerely and with no trace of secondary motives in his voice.
"If that's what you want...Daddy." Vulpix said, a little embarrassed by the whole idea of calling anyone, especially a human "Daddy".
When they arrived in the kitchen area he opened up the refrigerator and showed Vulpix the fruits of his hunting efforts. A huge layout of meat, fish, fruits, and vegetables lay before her. Her mouth watered. Never before did she not have to root through leftovers for her food. She slowly moved toward it in his grip as close as she could get without falling. She said with obvious hunger,
"I can have anything?" Vulpix asked as she stared at the spread inside the fridge.
"Sure. What do you want?"
"I've always liked raccoons. Their bones are meaty, their blood is sweet, and I can do what I will with them." as she said this, a sadistic smile crept onto her face. Daddy laughed.
"That's one thing I've never heard before." He then gave her a raccoon and he made himself an omelet. While they were eating, Vulpix ravenously digging into the flesh of the raccoon, he decided to say something to her.
"You know," He began "You're not the first Pokemon I've seen, but you are the only species. Male Vulpix do occasionally come here stumbling and dying, I try to help them but they never want to be. They've simply given up on life. So when they die, I take and store them here in this fridge along with everything else. On special occasions I pull out their phalluses and testicles, boil them in their blood, and eat them."
"What does that have to do with me, Daddy?" Vulpix asked while tearing into a vein coating her face in a light coat of blood.
"Nothing, I just felt you should know what happens to the defeated head males who stumble on my cabin."
"Well, it makes me happy that you deface the egotistical males and destroy their tools of pain and torment." Vulpix said and spat on the ground at the mention of the male in disrespect, her face covered in blood from her meal. She then continued to eat ravenously. It was about three-quarters of the way gone by this time. Daddy laughed a little at this. He figured that she probably had never eaten a full meal, so he allowed her to finish before continuing the conversation.
"How about we head outside and go for a walk in the woods?" Daddy suggested to her. This idea scared her at first because she knew that Puixlv was probably still looking for her out there, so she said,
"No, not yet. I don't think I should venture outside while Puixlv is looking for me and with a broken leg I wouldn't be able to run away from him. Even though you would be with me I feel that now is too soon." She responded.
Daddy understood her point and reached over to clean the blood off her face. Silence prevailed again with both staring at each others eyes. Vulpix broke it by asking,
"You're being awful kind to me, how is it that I can repay you?" This had apparently been weighing on her mind since she came to a partial trust with him.
"Well, I knew that that would come eventually. All the payment I need is for you to be mine. You can come and go as you please; but I would like you registered to me as my Vulpix." Daddy said.
She looked up at him shocked. She hadn't expected that would be what he wanted, but knowing that he would let her come and go as she pleased encouraged her so she agreed and hobbled over to him and affectionately rubbed her head against his leg. Daddy liked the idea that she accepted but he knew that the only way to register her was to put her in a Pokéball. He didn't want to subjugate her to being alone again so he told her point blank,
"In order for this to happen I need to put you into a Pokéball. Don't be scared, I'll release you from it as soon as you're registered."
She nodded; but un-sure what he was talking about, she felt afraid. She figured it would be all right since she was in his cabin, so she allowed him to throw a red and white ball at her. It hit her in the head with a thunk and she was sucked inside it.
When Tim had awoken from slumber, Vulpix was still asleep. He reached over to the end table and placed the translator back into his ear. He then really looked at the female Vulpix that had miraculously shown up the night before. He wasn't sure of what to make of what had happened the previous night, but he felt extremely lucky that he had found someone who could receive his un-requited love. He smiled as he thought this, and as he did so, she stirred on the pillow. He watched as she slowly opened her eyes and looked at him. She yawned saying,
"What?" because he was still staring at her, smiling. She wasn't sure that this was a good thing because she vaguely remembered a similar smile on another male. She drew back, but as she did he picked her up, placed her on his chest, started to stroke her soft, red fur and said in a calming tone,
"All right, explain to me what happened to you yesterday."
She wasn't sure why he would want to know, more so care about what had happened to her so she asked,
"Why? Do you really want to know or is this a trap to put me into a compromising situation? I see that smile." She scowled, but he continued to look at her and never lost his calming grin. He came right back with,
"I feel that I can help you, but if I don't know where you came from or what happened to you then I won't be able to protect or help should the need arise. So it's mainly out of curiosity."
Believing him, she heaved a heavy sigh and began slowly, unsure of how the story would affect him or if he would believe it in the first place.
"All right, here goes. I was born in this forest a little under three months ago. You can tell by how my tail is split. But, I was the runt of my mothers litter. As you probably know, male Vulpixs are only born to the lucky females so when my mother gave birth to a male, three strong females, and a runt, you can understand that she and the family would give more attention to them rather then me. In our family; which only stayed together to maintain the food supply, males seem to be what you humans call god. They hold a position of power and are worshiped as divine. Whatever they say goes. Even their name 'Puixlv' means 'god-head'. As they are born, the elder would fight the younger and the position of head male would change if the younger male won which happened more often then not. The victorious male would both kill and eat the looser then and there; or they would break the front left leg, gouge out their eyes and send them out into the forest to be picked off by predators; all in front of the females of the family. They seemed to watch everything with intense interest.
Well, my mother's litter of my brother and me, if you really want to call him a brother, seemed normal. He got all the attention and I was shunned and looked at with disgust. 'Sucks to be her' I would often hear. My mother would barely even let me suckle her, but my brother seemed to be able to do so anytime with a simple nudge to mother's side. I just existed. I was barely fed, only managing to get a little each night when my mother was asleep did I get the chance, and even then I couldn't get much for fear of waking her up and risking being beaten. I was forced to eat the spawn of the ground just to keep myself alive. I grew to hate my life and I wanted to end it and I probably would have seeing as how I would wobble back and forth all day being yelled at, cursed at, shunned by everyone. Even the training that I went through didn't lift my spirits in fact it dampened them. I hated life.
The training that the females of the litter received, would be in the arts of seduction and sensuality. Females seemed only to exist as things to please the males. The male would then pick a mate from the new females thirteen weeks after they were born. This was known as the 'litter offering'. The male would proceed to mate with the chosen female in the center of the den. This was considered a sacred act and the family was supposed to watch it to promote a higher sense of morality and sociality. I don't know how, but that's what I've been told is the point of it all. When I saw the ceremony for the first time, the idea and practice of what was happening seemed revolting to me and I turned away in disgust, even though I wasn't quite sure of what was happening. The female seemed to be in pain, due to the fact that she was holding back tears. Blood flowing down from her sides, and the male's hips moved back and forth while he screamed 'you like that don't ya bitch? Who's your daddy, who's your daddy, who's your daddy?' It was perverted.
Puixlv must have seen me looking away because after the ritual ended and life went on, he approached me casually and asked 'Why did you turn away from the mating ceremony?' His face showed concern at the time so I felt no fear. I simply told him that what he had just done disgusted me and I would never let him do it to me. He responded with 'Is that so? Do you think you can stop me?' and gave me a menacing glare. Everyone saw this, but because the male was the leader they went on like nothing was happening, either that or they didn't care. He approached me, something pink sticking out between his legs. His tone and mannerisms scared me so I attempted to escape him by turning and running, but when I did, he knocked me down and started to beat me. I saw blood flow and I felt pain rush through my body. Just when it seemed that he was going to kill me, another female approached him and asked him for a session and he went with her saying to me 'If I see you again, you will die,' like I meant nothing to him. He gritted his teeth showing bloodstained teeth from his last kill and spat on my face. His threat scared me. I ran off, pain and what he said rushing through my mind and body. The last thing I saw before my legs gave out was your cabin. I knew that I couldn't run anymore because I couldn't stand or move my leg. I must have whimpered and passed out. Then I guess you must have found me and brought me inside away from that maniac. I didn't even know I was safe until I recovered in your den last night. I didn't feel secure with you being a male, so I tried to stay away from you."
Vulpix heaved a sigh of relief, a burden lifted off of her chest, or so it seemed. Tim had listened intently to her story and began to understand the parts of her life that would make her fear any contact with others.
"I seem to feel a little more secure around you now, though." She said in passing while Tim was thinking. He smiled and asked her,
"So this 'head male' or 'piuxlv' was the leader of your family and could do whatever he wanted to anyone at anytime?" Tim asked apparently curious about the Vulpix family organization.
"Yeah, males were the law and order in our family. Though there didn't seem to be much law and order to speak of." Her eyes had started to tear from the painful memories that she had just recalled.
"He would take the virginity of every projective female in order to continue the family, right? But, what if they didn't want it? Would the same thing that happened to you, happen to them?" Vulpix was tormented. It was definitely visible in her face. She looked away and answered with,
"That's right, by doing that he would have a better chance of impregnating them. But only the first mating was public, all the rest were instigated later by using the seduction techniques that the females learned from their mothers. If the females didn't use them then they were considered failures and were exiled from the family. It doesn't matter if we want it or not. It's our birthright to be used by the males." Vulpix's pain was growing and was obvious now. Her eyes welled up with tears and she had started to sob quietly, her face buried in Tim's chest. He started to stroke her head curls to try to make her feel better. He knew that this was a painful memory for her so he asked her just one more question.
"So he was your father, but now because of the culture of your species, you now have a fear of sexuality and males don't you?" He spoke slowly, not wanting to upset her further.
"Yeah, I suppose so." She sat up on his chest and stepped back onto the bed, burying her face in it. She was crying heavily now, tears quickly running down her face and landing on the bed. She wailed, almost incoherently,
"Is it wrong to go against the culture of my own species?" looking at him with pain in both her eyes and heart.
"No, I don't suppose so." He said to her. After a slight period of silence where the only sound was Vulpix sobbing into the bed, he said to her in hopes of calming her,
"OK Vulpix, I understand your mindset more clearly now. This may come as a shock to you, but you and I are really very similar." She seemed confused by this comment and looked up at him quizzically still sobbing a bit.
"Yep, I hated the way that I had always been treated so after a while, I got sick of it and moved out here to be alone." He said to her hoping to make her feel a little better. She gave a small smirk and climbed back on his chest where she lay down flat, her warm fur caressing his naked chest. She was calmer now and her flow of tears had slowed. He smiled and resumed stroking her fur. There was a period of silence between them, but he broke it by saying simply,
"I can see why Puixlv wanted you so badly. You are very attractive; your fur is really soft to." He smiled to let her know that he meant what he just said. Vulpix blushed a little at the compliment looking away from him. She noticed his phallus slowly creeping toward her at this point. She turned around, poised to attack it, yipping a little. Tim smirked a little and gave her a reassuring stroke which she enjoyed, murring softly and dropping her guard.
"Don't worry; nothing's going to happen with that anytime soon. Not until you're ready or if you want it to." Tim whispered in her ear. This perked her ears up and she snapped her head back to his staring, dumbfounded, at him saying,
"You're kidding? You want me too?" Vulpix was in shock. But, it's my decision? This kind of thinking was unheard of. She again raised her guard.
"You know it, but I won't impose on you. I won't take you until you are ready, and you know it's what you want. I'll tell you one thing though, I won't leave and I'll help you when you need it. But, that will only happen if you decide to stay with me after that heals" He pointed to her leg. She relaxed and smiled a little when he said this. He then brought her close and hugged her making her feel warm and contented. She nuzzled him in return.
"Well, let's go get some food." Tim said breaking the embrace. She shot a look as if to say "are you serious?" but when he moved to get up; she smiled, jumped off his chest and laid flat on the bed next to him. He picked her up carefully and stroked her with both hands, on both her back and chest. She sighed and said to Tim,
"You know I could get used to this kind of treatment." Tim smiled nonchalantly and replied,
"That's kind of the idea. I won't hold you here against your will though. If you want to leave after you heal your more then welcome to do so." Silence prevailed for a little while as he moved over to the makeshift refrigerator. "By the way, could you call me Daddy from now on? See, I've never been married and I would like someone to call me Daddy at least once." He spoke sincerely and with no trace of secondary motives in his voice.
"If that's what you want...Daddy." Vulpix said, a little embarrassed by the whole idea of calling anyone, especially a human "Daddy".
When they arrived in the kitchen area he opened up the refrigerator and showed Vulpix the fruits of his hunting efforts. A huge layout of meat, fish, fruits, and vegetables lay before her. Her mouth watered. Never before did she not have to root through leftovers for her food. She slowly moved toward it in his grip as close as she could get without falling. She said with obvious hunger,
"I can have anything?" Vulpix asked as she stared at the spread inside the fridge.
"Sure. What do you want?"
"I've always liked raccoons. Their bones are meaty, their blood is sweet, and I can do what I will with them." as she said this, a sadistic smile crept onto her face. Daddy laughed.
"That's one thing I've never heard before." He then gave her a raccoon and he made himself an omelet. While they were eating, Vulpix ravenously digging into the flesh of the raccoon, he decided to say something to her.
"You know," He began "You're not the first Pokemon I've seen, but you are the only species. Male Vulpix do occasionally come here stumbling and dying, I try to help them but they never want to be. They've simply given up on life. So when they die, I take and store them here in this fridge along with everything else. On special occasions I pull out their phalluses and testicles, boil them in their blood, and eat them."
"What does that have to do with me, Daddy?" Vulpix asked while tearing into a vein coating her face in a light coat of blood.
"Nothing, I just felt you should know what happens to the defeated head males who stumble on my cabin."
"Well, it makes me happy that you deface the egotistical males and destroy their tools of pain and torment." Vulpix said and spat on the ground at the mention of the male in disrespect, her face covered in blood from her meal. She then continued to eat ravenously. It was about three-quarters of the way gone by this time. Daddy laughed a little at this. He figured that she probably had never eaten a full meal, so he allowed her to finish before continuing the conversation.
"How about we head outside and go for a walk in the woods?" Daddy suggested to her. This idea scared her at first because she knew that Puixlv was probably still looking for her out there, so she said,
"No, not yet. I don't think I should venture outside while Puixlv is looking for me and with a broken leg I wouldn't be able to run away from him. Even though you would be with me I feel that now is too soon." She responded.
Daddy understood her point and reached over to clean the blood off her face. Silence prevailed again with both staring at each others eyes. Vulpix broke it by asking,
"You're being awful kind to me, how is it that I can repay you?" This had apparently been weighing on her mind since she came to a partial trust with him.
"Well, I knew that that would come eventually. All the payment I need is for you to be mine. You can come and go as you please; but I would like you registered to me as my Vulpix." Daddy said.
She looked up at him shocked. She hadn't expected that would be what he wanted, but knowing that he would let her come and go as she pleased encouraged her so she agreed and hobbled over to him and affectionately rubbed her head against his leg. Daddy liked the idea that she accepted but he knew that the only way to register her was to put her in a Pokéball. He didn't want to subjugate her to being alone again so he told her point blank,
"In order for this to happen I need to put you into a Pokéball. Don't be scared, I'll release you from it as soon as you're registered."
She nodded; but un-sure what he was talking about, she felt afraid. She figured it would be all right since she was in his cabin, so she allowed him to throw a red and white ball at her. It hit her in the head with a thunk and she was sucked inside it.