Story Notes:
The idea of the story came to me out of no where and I simply decided to write a story about it =D Please do understand it's my very first time ever writing a story like this. I enjoy writing short stories every now and then, but of this style? Nope, this is definitely a first =D. I hope you enjoy and review so i may improve in the future!
Chapter 2
The air was filled with the smell of manure as Wilson and his dad walked through the pokémon shelter. It wasn't a pleasant sight, as some of these pokémons have been severely injured in the past. Some were missing limbs, while others had IV tubes stuck into them. What bothered Wilson even more was the fact that these pokémons were always kept inside their cages. They were isolated from the outside world, until someone who was kind enough came and adopted them. The feeling of being locked up, away from any freedom sickens Wilson. He wanted to pick a pokémon, pay for it, and get out of here as fast as he can before he has to tolerate any more of this depressing scene. The floor was packed full with spiky, dry hay, and the only sources of light were two windows situated on the roof of the building. There were a lot of pokémons available for adoption, but none caught his attention. Of course, that was only until he saw a lonely eevee whom was in her cage all by herself. She was lying on the dry hay, observing some ants as they carried bits of her food towards their nest. She was fascinated by it, amazed at how much weight these ants can carry. Wilson did not exactly know why she stood out to him. Maybe it was the fact that she was born as an orphan? He went over to her cage, and found a description tag attached to its rusty railings. She was only two years old, and came to the very door of this pokémon shelter fifteen months ago. No one was sure how she found her way, but she was alone when they saw her.
"She lived here by herself for more than a year?" Wilson looked up, and saw the eevee staring at her own nose, cross eyed, as two ants slowly crawled over it. In the background, the other older pokémons were talking amongst themselves. They were laughing, throwing pieces of their own food at each other. Of course, all the other pokémons were having fun, except for this little eevee, whose age fell too short. This was a depressing sight for Wilson. This eevee's childhood was spent in isolation. She didn't have a caring mother, a loving father, or any friends to play with. However, despite what she didn't have, she still found her own source of entertainment from all the little things around her. Wilson found this hard to ignore. He wanted to do something about it. He wanted to end this eevee's time in isolation.
"Son, are you okay?" asked Wilson's dad. Wilson did not have his usual expression. His face was filled with a strange mix of amusement and sadness. Wilson, despite his tough appearance, is more emotional than anyone could have imagined. He would have to try harder than anyone else to hold his tears back while watching a sad movie. Of course, he never showed them. In fact, he hid them so well that the people around him thought he was the toughest kid in town. Wilson loved that reputation, as it brought him a lot of friends who were dependant on him. He loved helping them, regardless of what it was about. Whether it was homework, bullies, sports, or even computer games, Wilson was always there for them. This eevee in Wilson's mind was not an exception. He was going to help this eevee, and that was final.
"No dad, it's nothing," replied Wilson, "Oh, and I have made my mind dad, I'll take that eevee." The little eevee immediately looked up, and her tail was already wagging furiously. She stared right at Wilson, and Wilson cannot help but to smile at her reaction.
"Are you sure son, an eevee doesn't seem to fit you. Eevees are more suited for gentle trainers." Wilson smiled at the fact that he showed his tough side all too well. Of course, his dad didn't know his heart one bit.
"Yes, I'm sure," said Wilson in an assuring tone, "I want that eevee." His father didn't look pleased one bit. However, he knew that when choosing a pokémon, it is best for the trainer to pick it by themselves. He didn't hesitate, and immediately paid the pokéshelter manager. The manager then went and unlocked the cage in which the eevee was in. He picked her up by grabbing the fur around her neck, and dropped it right in front of Wilson. Wilson was shocked at how the manager treated her. Getting grabbed by your hair and putting your whole body weight on it? That did not sound pleasant at all. Wilson kneeled down so that the eevee could look at him at a comfortable position. The eevee curiously stared at Wilson, as she took a step closer. She wasn't use to meeting new people.
"Eev?" The eevee stared at Wilson, almost trying to talk to him. Wilson stretched out his hand, and patted the eevee gently on the head.
"It's ok now. I'm going to get you out of here." He patted the eevee again, and smiled as she tried to lick his hand. This eevee was definitely playful, as she thought Wilson was playing some kind of game with her. She jumped, rolled, and even did a couple of back flips in her efforts to try and lick Wilson's hands. Wilson laughed. It seemed to be the perfect pokémon for him.
"You know, I have always wondered how pokémons communicate," said Wilson curiously. He stroked the eevee's neck, as she nodded in agreement. Just as when Wilson was about to stand up, the eevee made the same sound that she made the first time he heard her talk.
"I really wish I could understand you," said Wilson in a sad tone, "Maybe you can show me in action?" The eevee understood what he said, as she lifted her front paws, and tried to get higher with her hind legs. Wilson cannot help but to laugh at what she was doing.
"You want me to pick you up?" laughed Wilson. The eevee nodded. Wilson reached down with his strong, but gentle hands, and placed it around her waist. He picked her up, and situated the little eevee on top of his right shoulder. "There, how's that?"
"Vee!" exclaimed the eevee in approval. Wilson was sure he made the correct choice. This pokémon was just right for him.
"I wonder what I should name you," wondered Wilson as the eevee gave him a lick on his cheek. "It will be a lot easier if I knew what you wanted to evolve to." The smile on the eevee's face slowly disappeared, as she directed her eyes to a picture frame at the corner of her cage. The hay in that area was flat, and looked softer compared to the rest. Wilson went in her cage, and picked up the picture frame. In it was a picture of a sincere looking man, with a beautiful flareon standing by his side. Wilson heard the eevee sob as he studied the picture carefully. He looked up at the eevee, and saw her eyes sparkle. There was a small pool of tears surrounding them, but yet not falling out. Wilson soon understood. "That must be your mother," said Wilson compassionately, "You want to be just like her don't you?" The eevee slightly nodded, and blinked back the tears that were in her eyes. Immediately, a name was screaming inside Wilson's head. It was perfect, as no other words could have described this eevee better. "It's ok Ember," said Wilson, as he stroked the eevee's neck, "You won't be alone anymore." A smile emerged on the eevee's face, as she licked Wilson's cheek again. This eevee, unlike other pokémons and humans alike, had a playful personality that stood up to the darkest moments of her life. It was just like a fire that someone tried to put out, but was still glowing as the embers refused to give up to the surrounding darkness.
"Oh stop it!" laughed Wilson, as he closed his eyes. He was laughing, as the eevee licked his face again. It was their first day together, and already they have gown emotionally attached. Wilson slowly opened his eyes, and felt rays of warm sunlight hitting his face. When his eyes eventually adjusted to the brightness...
...He saw Ember. She was sitting beside him on the bed, licking his cheek. The sun shone through the gaps of the curtains, striking the blank walls like swords. He wanted to sleep more, as the exhaustion from yesterday's night was too great. Of course, the dream he had was wonderful as well, he didn't want it to end.
"You know, you were smiling while you were asleep," giggled Ember. Wilson blushed slightly. He still remembers the first day he met Ember like it was yesterday.
"I know you were dreaming," said ember in a slightly seductive tone, as she laid her head on Wilson's chest, "Was it about me?" Ember rolled on her back, and started to play with a piece of paper she found on the floor.
"She never changes," thought Wilson, with a smile emerging on his face, "She's still her playful self." Of course, Wilson never wanted that part of her to change. Ember was full of life, and that's what made every bit of Wilson's life even better than it was. Wilson closed his eyes again, as Ember laid her head on his chest. She was still playing with the piece of paper. Wilson stretched out his hand, and slowly stroked Ember's fluffy stomach. He heard her giggle, as the piece of paper floated onto Wilson's face.
"Well," said Wilson, as he brushed the piece of paper aside, "I better go take a bath." He grabbed one of the towels the nurse gave them yesterday, and got up. He had no idea how he slept yesterday. His white t-shirt was soaked with blood, and not to mention his jeans, which felt like hard clay from all the dried blood. Ember saw this and turned slightly pale.
"T- That's my blood?" Ember just noticed it. She was so busy looking at Wilson's face yesterday, that she completely forgot the stains on his cloth. She turned, and got back on her fours.
Wilson noticed her expression; it was a mix of horror, and appreciation. "Well, yes you were bleeding from the injury you've got from yesterday," said Wilson as he took off his t-shirt, "I had to carry you here." Wilson then took off his jeans, leaving him only with his boxers on. There were patches of blood that soaked through his jeans, and onto his boxers. "Do they even have clothes here?" Wondered Wilson, as they left everything back at their camp where the rock pokémon attacked them. Just then, the nurse opened the door. Wilson immediately grabbed the towel and tried to cover himself up. The nurse noticed, and looked away in the opposite direction.
"Oh come on," said the nurse with a mocking tone, "You're not embarrassed in front of your flareon and you are in front of me?" She got out of the room, and stuck her hand in. In it was a pair of fresh jeans and a t-shirt. Wilson went and grabbed them impolitely. The nurse didn't seem to mind, as she closed the door and walked away. Ember was laughing at what just happened, and slightly bushed at what the nurse said.
"Okay, that was a coincidence," laughed Ember, as she picked up the piece of paper and started to play with it again. Wilson can't help but to smile. Sometimes he wondered what his life would have become if he didn't adopt Ember. It was an impossible thought, as the outcome was unimaginable in Wilson's mind.
"You can go get something to eat if you want," said Wilson, as he threw two dollars on the bed, "There's a vending machine right by the entrance." Wilson took his towel and went inside the bathroom. Ember disliked the thought of "water" baths. She hated water as a whole. She would usually spray her fur with fire to burn off anything stuck to it. Besides, it was a better way to clean anyways.
Ember had a smile on her face, and she knew it. Yesterday's night was magical to her. It felt amazing, both physically and emotionally. Of course, she wasn't completely satisfied. She wanted more; she wanted something more sexual in some senses. She wanted to be close to Wilson, and she wanted him in her. Ember blushed at that thought, as she felt the fur between her legs slowly becoming wet. She looked at the electronic clock on a wooden table beside the bed. She was four months away from her heat, and already she felt the urge for sexual pleasure.
"Maybe just this once?" Thought Ember, as she slowly reached downwards with her paw, "I'm sure Wilson would understand if he saw." Ember couldn't think straight, as her paw slowly came in contact with a small bump above her sex. Immediately, all thoughts flowed out of her mind. She felt a surge of pleasure shooting up her spine, sending shivers throughout her extremities. She couldn't control herself anymore. She was paralyzed by the sensation, as she slowly moved her paw in a circular motion.
"I hope Wilson will be okay with this," thought Ember, knowing that she had just lost complete control of her body, "It's been months since I have done this, I hope he'll understand." She slowly increased the pressure and speed of her paw, as she felt fluid flowing out of her sex. The fur between her legs was now completely soaked, and the same applied to her paw. She groaned in pleasure, as her body moved by itself. Her floofy tail rose higher and higher, and her hips went along with it. She absolutely loved the sensation. In her mind, Ember yearned for Wilson. It was a strange feeling, as he was so close to her, but yet so far away from her grasp. She has always wanted to mate with Wilson, but was afraid to ask, knowing that the reply will probably tear her apart.
Ember lost her sense of time. She imagined Wilson behind her, pushing his length in, and then pulling it out of her with a gradually increasing rhythm. She could not have put up with this thought when her mind was working. Of course, it obviously wasn't right now. In fact, Ember enjoyed the thought. It somewhat satisfied her craving, while it slowly brought her closer to her climax. She was groaning, and sometimes almost screaming in pleasure. The sensation was further multiplied by the lubrication of her juices, as it slowly dripped onto the bed sheet. She was almost there, almost to her climax. Her whole body shivered, while a surge of pleasure shot up her spine. Her whole body was shivering. She screamed, as she felt a jet of fluid soaking her paw. Everything seemed to disappear in Ember's mind. It was so concentrated at the pleasure that her body was experiencing, that she didn't even notice Wilson, who was staring at her with an awkward expression. Wilson himself blushed, as he felt his length stiffen.
"Ember, a- are you alright?" Wilson stumbled on his words. He was trying to cover the bump that was showing through the pair of baggy jeans the nurse gave him. Ember immediately opened her eyes. She withdrew her hand, as her face flushed red. Her mind was blank. She was caught, and she wanted to squeeze into the narrowest crack she can find. Wilson saw this, and slightly shook his head, as a smile gradually emerged on his face.
"You don't need to be embarrassed Ember," said Wilson in an understanding tone as he hung up the wet towel. The pair of jeans that the nurse gave him was humongous, making his lower body look disproportional to the rest. "To be honest, I sometimes do it myself." Wilson felt more comfortable telling his flareon his secrets over anyone else. After all, he did spend most of his live with her. Ember was slightly comforted by his statement. However, her face was still blushed, guilty at the thought of Wilson while she was enjoying herself.
Ember tried to think of something to say, but nothing came to her mind. All that came out of her mouth was "T- That was a quick bath." Wilson looked at the electronic clock. Exactly twenty minutes has passed since he went into the shower. He picked it up, and showed it to Ember. She was flooded with embarrassment now, as she stuck her head below one of the pillows. Wilson immediately blushed as he saw the pink slick lips of her sex beneath her soaked fur. He turned his head in the opposite direction, trying to get his length to listen to him.
It was an awkward moment for both of them, as they stayed silent for a while. Wilson tried to avoid direct eye contact with Ember, but it was inevitable. He saw a glimpse of her glowing eyes below the pillow, and slightly blushed. He looked away, and can't help but to smile. Ember herself did the same, closing her eyes as she kept the pillow over her head.
"We better go get our stuff we left over there," said Wilson in an effort to break the ice, "Those stuff aren't going to walk here by themselves you know." Wilson knew he was acting lame. It was understandable, considering the amount of embarrassment he was under when he "accidentally" caught a glimpse of Ember's behind. Wilson knew he loved Ember, and that his love for her was beyond usual friendship. She was beautiful; even more beautiful than her mother in the picture which Wilson remembered so vividly from his dream. Of course, the thought of mating with Ember did occur to him a couple of times. However, it felt too awkward for Wilson to ever continue the thought.
Ember still had her face under the pillow, but her long ears were sticking out the side, listening to Wilson's every word. She was still embarrassed, which was understandable knowing the fact that it was her first time getting caught. Wilson went over, and sat beside Ember. He sighed, and slowly stroked Ember's back.
"It's ok Ember, I know you are embarrassed, but no one else saw." Wilson saw that Ember was shivering from the fluid that soaked her leg and hip area. He took the other towel that the nurse gave them, and started to wipe her left leg. Ember was slightly comforted by what Wilson was doing, and slowly pushed the pillow aside.
"I- I'm sorry," said Ember, as her face blushed again.
"You don't need to be," said Wilson, as he dried off her other leg, "I understand." It was just like before, when Wilson used to dry off Ember after he gave her baths. The eevee used to love water, but now, since she evolved into a flareon, the thought of water wasn't so pleasant to her anymore.
After drying both her legs, Wilson moved up to her tail. He folded the towel neatly, and gently dried it off. Ember seems to love the attention, as she slightly purred at what Wilson was doing. It felt a bit awkward to Wilson, as it's his first time ever since Ember evolved that he was this close to her private areas. It was tempting for Wilson to just take a little look, but of course, he resisted. After finally drying off her entire hip area, he patted Ember on the back, signalling that he was done. Ember felt a lot better now, as she jumped off the bed, giving an affectionate lick on Wilsons face on the way. She then stuck out her right paw to Wilson.
"You probably would want to dry that too," she said, with her cheeks still a bit red. Wilson smiled, and wrapped the towel around her paw as he gently dried them off. He took the towel, unfolded it, and hanged it right beside his.
"I wonder if the nurse will ever notice the difference," said Wilson, with his hands on his hip and a smile on his face, "They both felt equally wet to me." Ember cleared her throat loudly, showing Wilson that she got the joke as she slightly blushed.
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This city was different from the others. Unlike the usual smell of pollution that stung Ember's nose, the air was actually quite pleasant. The smell of coffee, and fresh baked bread embraced them, as she and Wilson traveled down the street on their way back to the forest. This city appeared to be more of an urban escape rather than being urban. The structures in this city were unique, different from the plain and cubic structures that they were used to. Unlike the other cities, these structures looked very artistic, as they had eye pleasing colours with sloping curves here and there. The sidewalk was also rather pleasing to Ember, as they weren't the usual pavement. It was made out of a variety of short, lush, vegetation that felt amazing to Ember's paws. The city wasn't crowed like the other ones Wilson has been to either. He saw a couple of people, whom were walking their pokémons just like him. What was more amazing was that Ember could not hear a sign of any vehicles. It was silent. All she heard were the sound of birds and insects. It was an amazing city. So technologically advanced, but yet felt more rural rather than urban.
Wilson was proud to bring Ember out on the streets. Every now and then, he would hear people talking amongst themselves, jealous at how beautiful his flareon looked. Of course, not only did she attract the eyes of humans, but she also attracted other male pokémons. They would walk past her, giving her a stare occasionally. Ember however, despite her looks, was never vain. She cared about personality more than anything else. For that reason, she was only attracted to Wilson, whom she thought had the best personality out of all the people she met.
Wilson soon caught glimpse of a skinny man, whom was interviewing a trainer while her handsom luxray posed for him. He had a measuring tape swung across his shoulder, using it to measure the anatomy of her pokémon while he asked her a couple of questions. After handing the trainer a form and completing a couple of blanks on his interview sheet, he immediately caught attention of Ember. He stared at her for a moment, and then turned his eyes on Wilson. He quickly finished his conversation with the trainer, and ran down the stairs that lead to the house, almost tripping on the way. The expression on the trainers face was blank as she stared hopelessly into the form. She crumbled it, threw it with all her might, and then slammed the door behind her.
"Good morning sir" said the man, reaching out his right hand as a request for a hand shake. Wilson politely responded, and shook the man's skinny hands with his. "I'm a representative from Mars Pokécare Inc, the makers of Pedigree and Cesar for pokémons. We are currently looking for a model to advertise our newest line of pokémon food for medium sized pokémons just like your flareon." Wilson nodded in confirmation, as the man took out his measuring tape. He measured Ember from all different angles, nodding after recording each one on his interview fourm. Ember didn't feel comfortable at all, but never the less stood still as the man continued his measuring.
"Umm sir, may I kindly ask your name?" The man made his last couple of measurements, and recorded them.
"Wilson," he responded calmly, "May I ask for yours?" Wilson was confused at what the man was doing. He punched a couple of numbers onto his calculator, which was built into his clipboard, and wrote them down.
"Oh, how impolite of me, "said the man as he furiously scribbled on the piece of paper, "My name is Kevin, lead researcher that led the development of this new line of pokémon food." Wilson nodded his head slightly. Kevin was still punching numbers into his calculator. He finished writing his last decimal place, and placed his pen on top of his right ear.
"I knew it," exclaimed Kevin, as he looked Ember, and back at Wilson, "She's perfect. Out of all the qualified pokémons in the three cities I have interviewed, your flareon came first." Wilson was totally confused at what this man was saying. He understood that he was looking for a model to advertise their products, but he was talking too fast for Wilson to get any of the specific details.
"Hold on," said Wilson, "You're saying that my flareon is perfect your advertisements?" Kevin smiled, and slowly shook his head.
"Not only is she perfect for our advertisement Wilson, but she has the perfect body! The head to ear ratio, eye position, muzzle length, body and limb length... All of them are just decimals off from a perfect rating." Ember did not like this man one bit. All he seemed to care was about how everyone looked. Wilson slightly shook his head.
"Look sir, I know you are desperate in need of a pokémon to model for your products. But I'm just not interested in it. I'm sure there are more pokémons out there that are just as perfect." Kevin frowned at Wilson's reply. He needed to find the perfect pokémon to advertise his product. He needed the money, and more importantly, he wanted that flareon.
"Wilson, did I mention how rich and famous she would get? Not only would she be advertising for the best known pokéfood company, but other companies will be begging for permission to use her for their ads." Ember hated the idea of being famous. Of course, everyone would know her, and she would be able to get all she wanted, but she hated the idea of being constantly nagged by paparazzi chasing her around everywhere she went. After all, she already has what she wanted right beside her.
"Look I'm really sorry," replied Wilson, as he turned his view to Ember, "My flareon doesn't like the idea, and neither do I. I'm sure she isn't the only one you can find." Kevin frowned. Not only did he want that flareon for commercial purposes, he wanted her for himself. She was beautiful, and that that made his heart yearn. Kevin, unlike other humans, had spent all of his life with pokémons. He studied them for his company, as it was his only source of income. Overtime through his career, his heart turned directions. He did not go after the beauty of his own race, but instead, went after the beauty he found in pokémons.
"Look, how about we discuss this inside a café or something," said Kevin with a serious tone, as he eyed Ember occasionally, "This is a one in a life time opportunity Wilson! No pokémon could have passed our screening process with flying numbers like she did. She's going make big money, and even better, become famous!" Kevin stressed his last sentence. It was an offer that no pokémon trainer could have denied. Fame, fortune... It was all they could have wished for. Wilson is starting to find this offer a bit more attractive. His family needed money, and he also wanted the best for Ember. Fame and fortune would have solved all those problems in a blink of an eye. He took the form that was in Kevin's hands, and read it carefully. Kevin has already filled out all the information for him, and all he needed was Wilson's signature. He slid the pen off his ear, and handed it to Wilson politely.
"By signing this form, you have agreed to put the chosen pokémon under the property of Mars Pokécare Inc." Wilson read the form disclaimer out loud, as he felt Ember squeeze closer to his legs. He looked down, and saw the expression in her eyes. She didn't want it. She didn't like the idea of separating from Wilson. Wilson saw this, and slowly shook his head. He handed the form back to Kevin with a determined "No." Kevin was impatient, as he tried to get in front of Wilson, whom was walking away.
"Wilson! This is a once in a lifetime offer!" Wilson ignored him, as he swept his skinny body off to the side. He turned his head around, and looked at him in the eyes.
"A no Kevin, means no." It was determined, and sounded almost threatening. Kevin stopped in his tracks, as Wilson continued walking down the street. It was hard for Kevin to believe. No one could have ever declined this offer. His flareon slowly followed him, as they eventually got out of Kevin's sight.
Kevin was disappointed. Who in the world would put down such a rare offer? His feeling of disappointment was soon multiplied by his jealously of Wilson. She was such a beautiful flareon! How could he have let the opportunity slip by? He slowly shook his head in disappointment, as he turned around. Just then, a thought exploded in Kevin's head. Immediately, the disappointed frown on his face turned into a blank, emotionless stare.
"What a stupid trainer," thought Kevin, as he slid the pen back on his right ear. A sinister smile slowly appeared on his face. "I'm going to get that flareon either way. Just this time, he doesn't get any part of the benefit." He turned around again, and walked down the street in the same direction Wilson went. His sinister smile now turned into a teeth baring snicker. "Not to mention no resistance."
Kevin knew pokémons inside out. After spending almost his entire life with them, he learned to read their emotions. It was obvious to Kevin that Wilson's flareon was attached to him. It was a brilliant plan, almost perfect. He was going to get his hands on Ember, and this time, Wilson is going to be the one that is swept away.
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It was a mess. Trees uprooted, tents shredded, and his bike: completely destroyed. Whoever that pokémon was, it was definitely enraged. Wilson looked off to his side, and saw Ember, who was extremely pale. Wilson understood, as he would have given the same reaction if he used his own blood as a pathfinder to find their campsite. He went over, and patted Ember on the head. She was slightly comforted, as the urge to vomit slowly escaped her.
"That was all my blood wasn't it?" Ember was still slightly pale. Wilson sat down beside her, and stroked her neck.
"It wasn't all your blood," said Wilson as he stressed "all", "If it was, you wouldn't be alive right now would you?" Of course, Wilson knew that Ember meant something else.
Ember appreciated her trainer more than ever. Knowing that she weighed over 50 pounds, it must have been torture for Wilson to carry her while running for two kilometres. Wilson gave Ember a final stroke on her neck, as he stood up and walked towards the shredded tent. It was a total mess. He kneeled down, picking up articles of his clothing that were scattered throughout the dirt filled campsite. The cloth that he was wearing right now wasn't his, and Wilson detested the idea of taking free items without the full permission of the owner. Of course, he couldn't wear the ones that belonged to him, as they were saturated with dirt. He had to wash them before he could even wear them. Just then, Wilson remembered seeing a beautiful clear pond not far from their campsite. He brushed aside the torn fabric of his tent, and found his travel bag. He stuck his hand in there, and felt around as he took out a white bar of soap. Wilson was glad that he always traveled prepared. A simple bar of soap wasn't always handy while traveling through a forest, but of course, situations like the one he was in now can always happen. He threw all the clothing that he could find through the dirt into a pile, and picked them up. He shoved the bar of soap into a pocket that the baggy pair of jeans conveniently had, and hugged the pile of clothing to compress it.
"Ember, I'm going by the pond to wash these clothes," said Wilson, whose voice was muffled by the clothing that blocked his face. He held the pile of cloths higher, as he carefully watched where he was going out of a little gap between the clothes and his left arm. Ember giggled at how Wilson was walking. He looked like a penguin, as the oversized pair of jeans magnified the effect. Ember didn't like to be left alone, but yet at the same time, she wanted to be as far away from water as possible. She stayed behind, as she watched Wilson slowly disappear from her view. Just then, a deep growling noise came from her stomach. She was hungry, as she didn't eat anything for the past twelve hours.
"There's got to be some food around here," thought Ember, as she dug through the piles of mess that the rock pokémon left behind. It was no use. She found nothing that was edible, other than a little worm, which popped out while she lifted Wilson's shredded tent. Of course, Ember would never eat something like that. She felt her stomach growl again, as her sense of hunger grew. She wanted something to satisfy her hunger, even if it meant getting close to water.
The vegetation around the pond was beautiful. The trees slowly receded into small, puffy bushes, as the grass grew softer and softer. The pond reflected the slowly receding sun with the sky, which was gradually turning from a light blue to a red-orange. As she walked further along the bank of the pond, she caught a glimpse of Wilson. Ember immediately blushed. Wilson wasn't washing his cloth; he was doing something else. Obviously, Ember's mind was screaming to her, telling her to walk away in the opposite direction. However, her mind wasn't working at full power at the moment. Wilson was naked, and the temptation was just too great for Ember. With her face full of guilt, she slowly moved closer, using a nearby bush for cover. The lush green grass in combination with the soft pads of her paws made her approach completely silent, as her view of Wilson became clearer. Ember saw exactly what Wilson was doing. He was enjoying himself just like she did this morning. She felt the fur between her legs slowly becoming wet, as she got a full, perfect view of Wilson's length. The temptation for a closer view commanded Ember to move even closer. Her body responded to that commandment, as her front paw slowly applied pressure to what felt like a twig. By the time Ember realized, it was too late. The twig snapped, sending what felt like a shockwave of sound through the air. Wilson immediately took the nearest article of clothing, and covered himself up. He looked in the direction of where the sound came from, and saw Ember, staying completely still while staring at the bump under the cloth. Wilson blushed, knowing the inevitable fact that he was caught by his flareon.
"E- Ember?" said Wilson nervously, as he tried to cover up the bump the best that he can, "What are you doing here? A- Aren't you afraid of water? Ember ignored what he said, as she moved even closer to Wilson. She grabbed the piece of clothing that Wilson used as cover with her muzzle, and snatched it away from him before he could even react. Wilson's length popped up right in front of Ember's face as she stared at it, and then back at Wilson.
"You know, I was just hungry a moment ago," said Ember seductively, as she gently grabbed it with her paw, "I guess this will do just fine." Ember brought her muzzle closer to his length, and kissed the ever so sensitive tip, running the tip of her tongue against it. Wilson twitched, as thoughts about this situation filled his head. He shouldn't be doing this; He didn't even know if this was legal. However, resistance was useless, as he was too deep inside the trap. His body wasn't listening to anything he was telling it. He simply sat there, muscles tensed, as Ember retracted her head.
Ember stuck out her long tongue, licking the head of his length slowly in a circular motion, using what would be a painful fire attack, as a pleasure center for him. Small waves of heat from a weak ember blast flowed along his length and poured from Ember's mouth, traveling along Wilson's skin. Wilson's mind immediately blanked out. The sensation that he was experiencing just pushed everything aside. Wilson gasped in pleasure, as Ember slowly wrapped her warm slick tongue around his length. It slightly tightened, and Wilson's length twitched in response, his body urging to jerk itself into her.
Ember was teasing him, playing around with it in her satisfaction. She retracted her tongue, and then gave the tip another gentle kiss. Wilson relaxed his whole body, as he lay down on the soft grass. He closed his eyes, and concentrated on the sensation that Ember was giving him. His penis was throbbing for more, and Ember noticed it. Aiming to please, she opened her mouth, and closed it on the top portion of Wilson's length. She stuck out her tongue right beneath the head, and gently sucked as she felt a shot of pre-cum flowing into her mouth. It tasted wonderful to Ember. In fact, she absolutely loved the taste, it was beyond any of those berries she had eaten before, it was unique. Wanting more, she pushed Wilson's length further down her muzzle. Wilson felt his penis twitch, as Ember's soft, warm tongue press against it, the flow of her heated saliva soothing his length. She sucked again, and this time sending a wave of pleasure up Wilson's spine, he moaned louder then either of them expected. Ember on the other hand wasn't so satisfied. She wanted the taste of his pre, but unlike the first time, all Wilson gave her was just a drop. Getting impatient, Ember pushed her muzzle forward, as Wilson's whole length disappeared in her mouth, Wilson's eyes widening, his body shot with pure pleasure, he was in Heaven. She pushed against it with her tongue, rubbing it, while it delivered a massive load of pre cum into her mouth, she giggled against him as he moaned her name. She brushed her tongue against the side of his penis as an effort to get the best taste possible. Of course, this just added to the pleasure that Wilson was experiencing.
Wilson was having trouble holding it back. It was throbbing, almost about to deliver its load. Just then, Ember swallowed, pressing the soft flesh of her mouth against his full length. Wilson couldn't hold it back anymore. He groaned in pleasure, as his penis twitched repeatedly, shooting massive amounts of semen down Ember's throat. She brought her mouth back, as his penis shot two more loads right on her face and on her right eye, in which she closed just in time. Ember took her paw, and brushed off the sticky white substance from her eyelids. She licked it off with her tongue, savouring the taste. She loved it. It tasted even better than the pre. She stuck out her tongue again, as she licked Wilson's slowly receding length clean. Wilson was panting heavily. It was something he had never experienced before. He rolled to the side, as his breathing pattern slowly became steady.
"You know," said Ember as she cleaned her whole face, "We're just getting started." She walked in front Wilson seductively, and lay beside him with her head on Wilson's left arm. She turned, back facing Wilson, and looked at him from the side of her eyes. "I'm yours," she whispered, as she pressed her hips closer to him. She wrapped her fluffy tail around Wilson's bare legs, leaving a clear passage for Wilson's length. She squeezed her hips backwards, as Wilson felt his tip rub against the soft lips of Ember's sex. Immediately, Wilson's penis returned to its full glory. "Do whatever you want Wilson, I'm not going anywhere." Wilson unknowingly wrapped his left arm around Ember's warm neck, and rubbed her soft stomach with right. She was getting warmer, as her body temperature gradually increased. It sent a wave of comforting warmth it was just like the position they were in yesterday, but this time, it was more erotic.
Ember snuggled tightly into Wilson's embrace, and placed her paws above Wilson's left arm. She closed her eyes, waiting excitedly for whatever Wilson was about to do next. "I hope he got my hint," thought Ember, as she pushed her hips slightly downwards. Wilson gasped, as his tip slid in to place.
"E- Ember," Said Wilson, as he stumbled over the right worlds to say, "I- I don't think we should..."
"This is not a time to think Wilson," interrupted Ember, as she squeezed her back closer to Wilson's chest, "Clear your mind, and just enjoy it." Ember was right. Wilson loved her, and this was probably the best possible way to show it. Wilson felt Ember relax, as she trusted her entire body to whatever Wilson was about to do.
"Well," thought Wilson, as he pushed aside all the thoughts that were in his mind, "Here goes nothing." He relaxed, allowing his body to tell him what to do. He slowly pushed forward with his hip, and felt the head of his length slowly sliding into place. Ember twitched slightly, and groaned in pleasure. Wilson continued pushing his length into Ember's warm tight sex, as he felt the soft, slick folds of flesh gently caressing it. Ember was getting impatient. She loved what Wilson was doing, but it just wasn't enough to completely satisfy her. She tightened her vagina, and decided to take matters into her own hands.
Wilson let out a surprised gasp, as Ember pushed her hip downwards. His length was completely in her, as it felt Ember tighten up. Wilson has never felt this good; both physically and emotionally. He tightly embraced Ember, while she let out a cry of pleasure. Wilson lost complete control of his body, as he slowly and gradually started to move his hip in an increasing rhythm.
Wilson wasn't thinking about anything. It wasn't even thinking about what he was doing. His body moved by itself, pumping his hips as he moaned in pleasure. He sank his hand into Ember's amazingly soft fur, and slowly ran it down her perfect body. Ember on the other hand was filled with thoughts of satisfaction. She wanted this ever since she evolved, and finally, during this amazing sunset, Ember was living her dream. She smiled, as she enjoyed every single touch of Wilson's hands, not to mention every push of his hip. His length reached every single crevice of her warm sex, sending surges of pleasure up her body and into her extremities. She shivered, moaning as Wilson gradually increased his speed. Ember, gasping endlessly, saliva falling out of the corner of her mouth, moaned for more as Wilson started becoming rougher.
Ember was completely lost in pleasure, whimpering, as she jerked her hips to meet Wilson's as best she could. His length filled her up, the warmth of it within her felt even hotter than the flames which surrounded her daily. Ember loved every moment, never wanting him to stop. She wrapped her tail around Wilson's hips, using it as a support for her body, as she took over the thrusts and slid herself down onto him.
What Wilson loved about this moment was the emotions that built up in him. He loved Ember more than anything else. He would have traded anything, no matter what the cost is, if it meant that Ember would get a happier life in return. He held her closer, and gave her a gentle kiss on the head. Ember moaned again, as she slowly approached her climax. Wilson himself on the other hand was having trouble holding it back as well. He wanted to at least hold out for her, as the urge came closer and stronger with every one of her thrusts. However, it was just inevitable. It was too much for Wilson, as he felt a jolt of pleasure shooting up his spine. They moaned in unison, each climaxing together. Ember gasped loudly, fire shooting from her muzzle in a fire spin. It wasn't threatening, but instead sent down a penetrating wave of warmth down Wilson's arms as it joined the pleasure that was shooting up his spine. She felt it- It gradually filled her up as Wilson's length twitched repeatedly inside her. In response, she felt her sex tighten, shooting out a jet of warm fluid that soaked Wilson's length. It felt good- better than anything Ember has ever experienced. She relaxed her body, as she felt Wilson send up another shot of his seed up her sex. It slowly retracted, losing the hardness that it had previously. Wilson let out a gasp of air, as he slowly pulled out his length while their mixed fluids dripped out of Ember and onto the soft grass. Wilson was still holding Ember tightly in his embrace. He was stroking her neck, enjoying her wonderfully soft fur as their breathing slowly became steady.
Ember slowly turned around, still panting, and looked into Wilson's eyes. He smiled ever so brightly, and held her closer to him. She was still warm, licking Wilson's cheek in satisfaction. "I love you, Ember..."
Wilson's words meant more to Ember then ever before. Her eyes slowly filled with tears of joy, as Wilson gently kissed her warm lips. She felt his gentle hands run down the side of her waist, and responded by giving another affectionate lick on Wilson's Cheek. "I- I didn't scare you with the fire thing - did I?" Ember opened her eyes, as Wilson slowly stroked her fluffy neck.
"No Ember, you didn't. In fact, I- I kind of liked it." Comforted by his statement, she closed her eyes, and gently laid her head on Wilson's arm. "I love you too Wilson...my master..." whispered Ember, as she softly fell asleep in Wilson's comforting embrace.
The gentle sweep of the wind brushed the surface of the pond, as it played a tranquilizing melody that slowly brought Wilson to his sleep. He rolled closer to Ember, her warmth wrapping around him in a comforting embrace. He closed his eyes, allowing the darkness of the night to bring him closer to his sleep.
"This is love isn't it?" thought Wilson, gently kissing Ember on the head. It was a strange feeling that caused his heart to send out a wave of warmth throughout his extremities. "It must be... It has to be..." Wilson's thought slowly trailed off, as his mind began to shut itself down. His heart however, was still working at full power, reminding him about this moment in which he will never forget.Chapter End Notes:------------------------
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"She lived here by herself for more than a year?" Wilson looked up, and saw the eevee staring at her own nose, cross eyed, as two ants slowly crawled over it. In the background, the other older pokémons were talking amongst themselves. They were laughing, throwing pieces of their own food at each other. Of course, all the other pokémons were having fun, except for this little eevee, whose age fell too short. This was a depressing sight for Wilson. This eevee's childhood was spent in isolation. She didn't have a caring mother, a loving father, or any friends to play with. However, despite what she didn't have, she still found her own source of entertainment from all the little things around her. Wilson found this hard to ignore. He wanted to do something about it. He wanted to end this eevee's time in isolation.
"Son, are you okay?" asked Wilson's dad. Wilson did not have his usual expression. His face was filled with a strange mix of amusement and sadness. Wilson, despite his tough appearance, is more emotional than anyone could have imagined. He would have to try harder than anyone else to hold his tears back while watching a sad movie. Of course, he never showed them. In fact, he hid them so well that the people around him thought he was the toughest kid in town. Wilson loved that reputation, as it brought him a lot of friends who were dependant on him. He loved helping them, regardless of what it was about. Whether it was homework, bullies, sports, or even computer games, Wilson was always there for them. This eevee in Wilson's mind was not an exception. He was going to help this eevee, and that was final.
"No dad, it's nothing," replied Wilson, "Oh, and I have made my mind dad, I'll take that eevee." The little eevee immediately looked up, and her tail was already wagging furiously. She stared right at Wilson, and Wilson cannot help but to smile at her reaction.
"Are you sure son, an eevee doesn't seem to fit you. Eevees are more suited for gentle trainers." Wilson smiled at the fact that he showed his tough side all too well. Of course, his dad didn't know his heart one bit.
"Yes, I'm sure," said Wilson in an assuring tone, "I want that eevee." His father didn't look pleased one bit. However, he knew that when choosing a pokémon, it is best for the trainer to pick it by themselves. He didn't hesitate, and immediately paid the pokéshelter manager. The manager then went and unlocked the cage in which the eevee was in. He picked her up by grabbing the fur around her neck, and dropped it right in front of Wilson. Wilson was shocked at how the manager treated her. Getting grabbed by your hair and putting your whole body weight on it? That did not sound pleasant at all. Wilson kneeled down so that the eevee could look at him at a comfortable position. The eevee curiously stared at Wilson, as she took a step closer. She wasn't use to meeting new people.
"Eev?" The eevee stared at Wilson, almost trying to talk to him. Wilson stretched out his hand, and patted the eevee gently on the head.
"It's ok now. I'm going to get you out of here." He patted the eevee again, and smiled as she tried to lick his hand. This eevee was definitely playful, as she thought Wilson was playing some kind of game with her. She jumped, rolled, and even did a couple of back flips in her efforts to try and lick Wilson's hands. Wilson laughed. It seemed to be the perfect pokémon for him.
"You know, I have always wondered how pokémons communicate," said Wilson curiously. He stroked the eevee's neck, as she nodded in agreement. Just as when Wilson was about to stand up, the eevee made the same sound that she made the first time he heard her talk.
"I really wish I could understand you," said Wilson in a sad tone, "Maybe you can show me in action?" The eevee understood what he said, as she lifted her front paws, and tried to get higher with her hind legs. Wilson cannot help but to laugh at what she was doing.
"You want me to pick you up?" laughed Wilson. The eevee nodded. Wilson reached down with his strong, but gentle hands, and placed it around her waist. He picked her up, and situated the little eevee on top of his right shoulder. "There, how's that?"
"Vee!" exclaimed the eevee in approval. Wilson was sure he made the correct choice. This pokémon was just right for him.
"I wonder what I should name you," wondered Wilson as the eevee gave him a lick on his cheek. "It will be a lot easier if I knew what you wanted to evolve to." The smile on the eevee's face slowly disappeared, as she directed her eyes to a picture frame at the corner of her cage. The hay in that area was flat, and looked softer compared to the rest. Wilson went in her cage, and picked up the picture frame. In it was a picture of a sincere looking man, with a beautiful flareon standing by his side. Wilson heard the eevee sob as he studied the picture carefully. He looked up at the eevee, and saw her eyes sparkle. There was a small pool of tears surrounding them, but yet not falling out. Wilson soon understood. "That must be your mother," said Wilson compassionately, "You want to be just like her don't you?" The eevee slightly nodded, and blinked back the tears that were in her eyes. Immediately, a name was screaming inside Wilson's head. It was perfect, as no other words could have described this eevee better. "It's ok Ember," said Wilson, as he stroked the eevee's neck, "You won't be alone anymore." A smile emerged on the eevee's face, as she licked Wilson's cheek again. This eevee, unlike other pokémons and humans alike, had a playful personality that stood up to the darkest moments of her life. It was just like a fire that someone tried to put out, but was still glowing as the embers refused to give up to the surrounding darkness.
"Oh stop it!" laughed Wilson, as he closed his eyes. He was laughing, as the eevee licked his face again. It was their first day together, and already they have gown emotionally attached. Wilson slowly opened his eyes, and felt rays of warm sunlight hitting his face. When his eyes eventually adjusted to the brightness...
...He saw Ember. She was sitting beside him on the bed, licking his cheek. The sun shone through the gaps of the curtains, striking the blank walls like swords. He wanted to sleep more, as the exhaustion from yesterday's night was too great. Of course, the dream he had was wonderful as well, he didn't want it to end.
"You know, you were smiling while you were asleep," giggled Ember. Wilson blushed slightly. He still remembers the first day he met Ember like it was yesterday.
"I know you were dreaming," said ember in a slightly seductive tone, as she laid her head on Wilson's chest, "Was it about me?" Ember rolled on her back, and started to play with a piece of paper she found on the floor.
"She never changes," thought Wilson, with a smile emerging on his face, "She's still her playful self." Of course, Wilson never wanted that part of her to change. Ember was full of life, and that's what made every bit of Wilson's life even better than it was. Wilson closed his eyes again, as Ember laid her head on his chest. She was still playing with the piece of paper. Wilson stretched out his hand, and slowly stroked Ember's fluffy stomach. He heard her giggle, as the piece of paper floated onto Wilson's face.
"Well," said Wilson, as he brushed the piece of paper aside, "I better go take a bath." He grabbed one of the towels the nurse gave them yesterday, and got up. He had no idea how he slept yesterday. His white t-shirt was soaked with blood, and not to mention his jeans, which felt like hard clay from all the dried blood. Ember saw this and turned slightly pale.
"T- That's my blood?" Ember just noticed it. She was so busy looking at Wilson's face yesterday, that she completely forgot the stains on his cloth. She turned, and got back on her fours.
Wilson noticed her expression; it was a mix of horror, and appreciation. "Well, yes you were bleeding from the injury you've got from yesterday," said Wilson as he took off his t-shirt, "I had to carry you here." Wilson then took off his jeans, leaving him only with his boxers on. There were patches of blood that soaked through his jeans, and onto his boxers. "Do they even have clothes here?" Wondered Wilson, as they left everything back at their camp where the rock pokémon attacked them. Just then, the nurse opened the door. Wilson immediately grabbed the towel and tried to cover himself up. The nurse noticed, and looked away in the opposite direction.
"Oh come on," said the nurse with a mocking tone, "You're not embarrassed in front of your flareon and you are in front of me?" She got out of the room, and stuck her hand in. In it was a pair of fresh jeans and a t-shirt. Wilson went and grabbed them impolitely. The nurse didn't seem to mind, as she closed the door and walked away. Ember was laughing at what just happened, and slightly bushed at what the nurse said.
"Okay, that was a coincidence," laughed Ember, as she picked up the piece of paper and started to play with it again. Wilson can't help but to smile. Sometimes he wondered what his life would have become if he didn't adopt Ember. It was an impossible thought, as the outcome was unimaginable in Wilson's mind.
"You can go get something to eat if you want," said Wilson, as he threw two dollars on the bed, "There's a vending machine right by the entrance." Wilson took his towel and went inside the bathroom. Ember disliked the thought of "water" baths. She hated water as a whole. She would usually spray her fur with fire to burn off anything stuck to it. Besides, it was a better way to clean anyways.
Ember had a smile on her face, and she knew it. Yesterday's night was magical to her. It felt amazing, both physically and emotionally. Of course, she wasn't completely satisfied. She wanted more; she wanted something more sexual in some senses. She wanted to be close to Wilson, and she wanted him in her. Ember blushed at that thought, as she felt the fur between her legs slowly becoming wet. She looked at the electronic clock on a wooden table beside the bed. She was four months away from her heat, and already she felt the urge for sexual pleasure.
"Maybe just this once?" Thought Ember, as she slowly reached downwards with her paw, "I'm sure Wilson would understand if he saw." Ember couldn't think straight, as her paw slowly came in contact with a small bump above her sex. Immediately, all thoughts flowed out of her mind. She felt a surge of pleasure shooting up her spine, sending shivers throughout her extremities. She couldn't control herself anymore. She was paralyzed by the sensation, as she slowly moved her paw in a circular motion.
"I hope Wilson will be okay with this," thought Ember, knowing that she had just lost complete control of her body, "It's been months since I have done this, I hope he'll understand." She slowly increased the pressure and speed of her paw, as she felt fluid flowing out of her sex. The fur between her legs was now completely soaked, and the same applied to her paw. She groaned in pleasure, as her body moved by itself. Her floofy tail rose higher and higher, and her hips went along with it. She absolutely loved the sensation. In her mind, Ember yearned for Wilson. It was a strange feeling, as he was so close to her, but yet so far away from her grasp. She has always wanted to mate with Wilson, but was afraid to ask, knowing that the reply will probably tear her apart.
Ember lost her sense of time. She imagined Wilson behind her, pushing his length in, and then pulling it out of her with a gradually increasing rhythm. She could not have put up with this thought when her mind was working. Of course, it obviously wasn't right now. In fact, Ember enjoyed the thought. It somewhat satisfied her craving, while it slowly brought her closer to her climax. She was groaning, and sometimes almost screaming in pleasure. The sensation was further multiplied by the lubrication of her juices, as it slowly dripped onto the bed sheet. She was almost there, almost to her climax. Her whole body shivered, while a surge of pleasure shot up her spine. Her whole body was shivering. She screamed, as she felt a jet of fluid soaking her paw. Everything seemed to disappear in Ember's mind. It was so concentrated at the pleasure that her body was experiencing, that she didn't even notice Wilson, who was staring at her with an awkward expression. Wilson himself blushed, as he felt his length stiffen.
"Ember, a- are you alright?" Wilson stumbled on his words. He was trying to cover the bump that was showing through the pair of baggy jeans the nurse gave him. Ember immediately opened her eyes. She withdrew her hand, as her face flushed red. Her mind was blank. She was caught, and she wanted to squeeze into the narrowest crack she can find. Wilson saw this, and slightly shook his head, as a smile gradually emerged on his face.
"You don't need to be embarrassed Ember," said Wilson in an understanding tone as he hung up the wet towel. The pair of jeans that the nurse gave him was humongous, making his lower body look disproportional to the rest. "To be honest, I sometimes do it myself." Wilson felt more comfortable telling his flareon his secrets over anyone else. After all, he did spend most of his live with her. Ember was slightly comforted by his statement. However, her face was still blushed, guilty at the thought of Wilson while she was enjoying herself.
Ember tried to think of something to say, but nothing came to her mind. All that came out of her mouth was "T- That was a quick bath." Wilson looked at the electronic clock. Exactly twenty minutes has passed since he went into the shower. He picked it up, and showed it to Ember. She was flooded with embarrassment now, as she stuck her head below one of the pillows. Wilson immediately blushed as he saw the pink slick lips of her sex beneath her soaked fur. He turned his head in the opposite direction, trying to get his length to listen to him.
It was an awkward moment for both of them, as they stayed silent for a while. Wilson tried to avoid direct eye contact with Ember, but it was inevitable. He saw a glimpse of her glowing eyes below the pillow, and slightly blushed. He looked away, and can't help but to smile. Ember herself did the same, closing her eyes as she kept the pillow over her head.
"We better go get our stuff we left over there," said Wilson in an effort to break the ice, "Those stuff aren't going to walk here by themselves you know." Wilson knew he was acting lame. It was understandable, considering the amount of embarrassment he was under when he "accidentally" caught a glimpse of Ember's behind. Wilson knew he loved Ember, and that his love for her was beyond usual friendship. She was beautiful; even more beautiful than her mother in the picture which Wilson remembered so vividly from his dream. Of course, the thought of mating with Ember did occur to him a couple of times. However, it felt too awkward for Wilson to ever continue the thought.
Ember still had her face under the pillow, but her long ears were sticking out the side, listening to Wilson's every word. She was still embarrassed, which was understandable knowing the fact that it was her first time getting caught. Wilson went over, and sat beside Ember. He sighed, and slowly stroked Ember's back.
"It's ok Ember, I know you are embarrassed, but no one else saw." Wilson saw that Ember was shivering from the fluid that soaked her leg and hip area. He took the other towel that the nurse gave them, and started to wipe her left leg. Ember was slightly comforted by what Wilson was doing, and slowly pushed the pillow aside.
"I- I'm sorry," said Ember, as her face blushed again.
"You don't need to be," said Wilson, as he dried off her other leg, "I understand." It was just like before, when Wilson used to dry off Ember after he gave her baths. The eevee used to love water, but now, since she evolved into a flareon, the thought of water wasn't so pleasant to her anymore.
After drying both her legs, Wilson moved up to her tail. He folded the towel neatly, and gently dried it off. Ember seems to love the attention, as she slightly purred at what Wilson was doing. It felt a bit awkward to Wilson, as it's his first time ever since Ember evolved that he was this close to her private areas. It was tempting for Wilson to just take a little look, but of course, he resisted. After finally drying off her entire hip area, he patted Ember on the back, signalling that he was done. Ember felt a lot better now, as she jumped off the bed, giving an affectionate lick on Wilsons face on the way. She then stuck out her right paw to Wilson.
"You probably would want to dry that too," she said, with her cheeks still a bit red. Wilson smiled, and wrapped the towel around her paw as he gently dried them off. He took the towel, unfolded it, and hanged it right beside his.
"I wonder if the nurse will ever notice the difference," said Wilson, with his hands on his hip and a smile on his face, "They both felt equally wet to me." Ember cleared her throat loudly, showing Wilson that she got the joke as she slightly blushed.
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This city was different from the others. Unlike the usual smell of pollution that stung Ember's nose, the air was actually quite pleasant. The smell of coffee, and fresh baked bread embraced them, as she and Wilson traveled down the street on their way back to the forest. This city appeared to be more of an urban escape rather than being urban. The structures in this city were unique, different from the plain and cubic structures that they were used to. Unlike the other cities, these structures looked very artistic, as they had eye pleasing colours with sloping curves here and there. The sidewalk was also rather pleasing to Ember, as they weren't the usual pavement. It was made out of a variety of short, lush, vegetation that felt amazing to Ember's paws. The city wasn't crowed like the other ones Wilson has been to either. He saw a couple of people, whom were walking their pokémons just like him. What was more amazing was that Ember could not hear a sign of any vehicles. It was silent. All she heard were the sound of birds and insects. It was an amazing city. So technologically advanced, but yet felt more rural rather than urban.
Wilson was proud to bring Ember out on the streets. Every now and then, he would hear people talking amongst themselves, jealous at how beautiful his flareon looked. Of course, not only did she attract the eyes of humans, but she also attracted other male pokémons. They would walk past her, giving her a stare occasionally. Ember however, despite her looks, was never vain. She cared about personality more than anything else. For that reason, she was only attracted to Wilson, whom she thought had the best personality out of all the people she met.
Wilson soon caught glimpse of a skinny man, whom was interviewing a trainer while her handsom luxray posed for him. He had a measuring tape swung across his shoulder, using it to measure the anatomy of her pokémon while he asked her a couple of questions. After handing the trainer a form and completing a couple of blanks on his interview sheet, he immediately caught attention of Ember. He stared at her for a moment, and then turned his eyes on Wilson. He quickly finished his conversation with the trainer, and ran down the stairs that lead to the house, almost tripping on the way. The expression on the trainers face was blank as she stared hopelessly into the form. She crumbled it, threw it with all her might, and then slammed the door behind her.
"Good morning sir" said the man, reaching out his right hand as a request for a hand shake. Wilson politely responded, and shook the man's skinny hands with his. "I'm a representative from Mars Pokécare Inc, the makers of Pedigree and Cesar for pokémons. We are currently looking for a model to advertise our newest line of pokémon food for medium sized pokémons just like your flareon." Wilson nodded in confirmation, as the man took out his measuring tape. He measured Ember from all different angles, nodding after recording each one on his interview fourm. Ember didn't feel comfortable at all, but never the less stood still as the man continued his measuring.
"Umm sir, may I kindly ask your name?" The man made his last couple of measurements, and recorded them.
"Wilson," he responded calmly, "May I ask for yours?" Wilson was confused at what the man was doing. He punched a couple of numbers onto his calculator, which was built into his clipboard, and wrote them down.
"Oh, how impolite of me, "said the man as he furiously scribbled on the piece of paper, "My name is Kevin, lead researcher that led the development of this new line of pokémon food." Wilson nodded his head slightly. Kevin was still punching numbers into his calculator. He finished writing his last decimal place, and placed his pen on top of his right ear.
"I knew it," exclaimed Kevin, as he looked Ember, and back at Wilson, "She's perfect. Out of all the qualified pokémons in the three cities I have interviewed, your flareon came first." Wilson was totally confused at what this man was saying. He understood that he was looking for a model to advertise their products, but he was talking too fast for Wilson to get any of the specific details.
"Hold on," said Wilson, "You're saying that my flareon is perfect your advertisements?" Kevin smiled, and slowly shook his head.
"Not only is she perfect for our advertisement Wilson, but she has the perfect body! The head to ear ratio, eye position, muzzle length, body and limb length... All of them are just decimals off from a perfect rating." Ember did not like this man one bit. All he seemed to care was about how everyone looked. Wilson slightly shook his head.
"Look sir, I know you are desperate in need of a pokémon to model for your products. But I'm just not interested in it. I'm sure there are more pokémons out there that are just as perfect." Kevin frowned at Wilson's reply. He needed to find the perfect pokémon to advertise his product. He needed the money, and more importantly, he wanted that flareon.
"Wilson, did I mention how rich and famous she would get? Not only would she be advertising for the best known pokéfood company, but other companies will be begging for permission to use her for their ads." Ember hated the idea of being famous. Of course, everyone would know her, and she would be able to get all she wanted, but she hated the idea of being constantly nagged by paparazzi chasing her around everywhere she went. After all, she already has what she wanted right beside her.
"Look I'm really sorry," replied Wilson, as he turned his view to Ember, "My flareon doesn't like the idea, and neither do I. I'm sure she isn't the only one you can find." Kevin frowned. Not only did he want that flareon for commercial purposes, he wanted her for himself. She was beautiful, and that that made his heart yearn. Kevin, unlike other humans, had spent all of his life with pokémons. He studied them for his company, as it was his only source of income. Overtime through his career, his heart turned directions. He did not go after the beauty of his own race, but instead, went after the beauty he found in pokémons.
"Look, how about we discuss this inside a café or something," said Kevin with a serious tone, as he eyed Ember occasionally, "This is a one in a life time opportunity Wilson! No pokémon could have passed our screening process with flying numbers like she did. She's going make big money, and even better, become famous!" Kevin stressed his last sentence. It was an offer that no pokémon trainer could have denied. Fame, fortune... It was all they could have wished for. Wilson is starting to find this offer a bit more attractive. His family needed money, and he also wanted the best for Ember. Fame and fortune would have solved all those problems in a blink of an eye. He took the form that was in Kevin's hands, and read it carefully. Kevin has already filled out all the information for him, and all he needed was Wilson's signature. He slid the pen off his ear, and handed it to Wilson politely.
"By signing this form, you have agreed to put the chosen pokémon under the property of Mars Pokécare Inc." Wilson read the form disclaimer out loud, as he felt Ember squeeze closer to his legs. He looked down, and saw the expression in her eyes. She didn't want it. She didn't like the idea of separating from Wilson. Wilson saw this, and slowly shook his head. He handed the form back to Kevin with a determined "No." Kevin was impatient, as he tried to get in front of Wilson, whom was walking away.
"Wilson! This is a once in a lifetime offer!" Wilson ignored him, as he swept his skinny body off to the side. He turned his head around, and looked at him in the eyes.
"A no Kevin, means no." It was determined, and sounded almost threatening. Kevin stopped in his tracks, as Wilson continued walking down the street. It was hard for Kevin to believe. No one could have ever declined this offer. His flareon slowly followed him, as they eventually got out of Kevin's sight.
Kevin was disappointed. Who in the world would put down such a rare offer? His feeling of disappointment was soon multiplied by his jealously of Wilson. She was such a beautiful flareon! How could he have let the opportunity slip by? He slowly shook his head in disappointment, as he turned around. Just then, a thought exploded in Kevin's head. Immediately, the disappointed frown on his face turned into a blank, emotionless stare.
"What a stupid trainer," thought Kevin, as he slid the pen back on his right ear. A sinister smile slowly appeared on his face. "I'm going to get that flareon either way. Just this time, he doesn't get any part of the benefit." He turned around again, and walked down the street in the same direction Wilson went. His sinister smile now turned into a teeth baring snicker. "Not to mention no resistance."
Kevin knew pokémons inside out. After spending almost his entire life with them, he learned to read their emotions. It was obvious to Kevin that Wilson's flareon was attached to him. It was a brilliant plan, almost perfect. He was going to get his hands on Ember, and this time, Wilson is going to be the one that is swept away.
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It was a mess. Trees uprooted, tents shredded, and his bike: completely destroyed. Whoever that pokémon was, it was definitely enraged. Wilson looked off to his side, and saw Ember, who was extremely pale. Wilson understood, as he would have given the same reaction if he used his own blood as a pathfinder to find their campsite. He went over, and patted Ember on the head. She was slightly comforted, as the urge to vomit slowly escaped her.
"That was all my blood wasn't it?" Ember was still slightly pale. Wilson sat down beside her, and stroked her neck.
"It wasn't all your blood," said Wilson as he stressed "all", "If it was, you wouldn't be alive right now would you?" Of course, Wilson knew that Ember meant something else.
Ember appreciated her trainer more than ever. Knowing that she weighed over 50 pounds, it must have been torture for Wilson to carry her while running for two kilometres. Wilson gave Ember a final stroke on her neck, as he stood up and walked towards the shredded tent. It was a total mess. He kneeled down, picking up articles of his clothing that were scattered throughout the dirt filled campsite. The cloth that he was wearing right now wasn't his, and Wilson detested the idea of taking free items without the full permission of the owner. Of course, he couldn't wear the ones that belonged to him, as they were saturated with dirt. He had to wash them before he could even wear them. Just then, Wilson remembered seeing a beautiful clear pond not far from their campsite. He brushed aside the torn fabric of his tent, and found his travel bag. He stuck his hand in there, and felt around as he took out a white bar of soap. Wilson was glad that he always traveled prepared. A simple bar of soap wasn't always handy while traveling through a forest, but of course, situations like the one he was in now can always happen. He threw all the clothing that he could find through the dirt into a pile, and picked them up. He shoved the bar of soap into a pocket that the baggy pair of jeans conveniently had, and hugged the pile of clothing to compress it.
"Ember, I'm going by the pond to wash these clothes," said Wilson, whose voice was muffled by the clothing that blocked his face. He held the pile of cloths higher, as he carefully watched where he was going out of a little gap between the clothes and his left arm. Ember giggled at how Wilson was walking. He looked like a penguin, as the oversized pair of jeans magnified the effect. Ember didn't like to be left alone, but yet at the same time, she wanted to be as far away from water as possible. She stayed behind, as she watched Wilson slowly disappear from her view. Just then, a deep growling noise came from her stomach. She was hungry, as she didn't eat anything for the past twelve hours.
"There's got to be some food around here," thought Ember, as she dug through the piles of mess that the rock pokémon left behind. It was no use. She found nothing that was edible, other than a little worm, which popped out while she lifted Wilson's shredded tent. Of course, Ember would never eat something like that. She felt her stomach growl again, as her sense of hunger grew. She wanted something to satisfy her hunger, even if it meant getting close to water.
The vegetation around the pond was beautiful. The trees slowly receded into small, puffy bushes, as the grass grew softer and softer. The pond reflected the slowly receding sun with the sky, which was gradually turning from a light blue to a red-orange. As she walked further along the bank of the pond, she caught a glimpse of Wilson. Ember immediately blushed. Wilson wasn't washing his cloth; he was doing something else. Obviously, Ember's mind was screaming to her, telling her to walk away in the opposite direction. However, her mind wasn't working at full power at the moment. Wilson was naked, and the temptation was just too great for Ember. With her face full of guilt, she slowly moved closer, using a nearby bush for cover. The lush green grass in combination with the soft pads of her paws made her approach completely silent, as her view of Wilson became clearer. Ember saw exactly what Wilson was doing. He was enjoying himself just like she did this morning. She felt the fur between her legs slowly becoming wet, as she got a full, perfect view of Wilson's length. The temptation for a closer view commanded Ember to move even closer. Her body responded to that commandment, as her front paw slowly applied pressure to what felt like a twig. By the time Ember realized, it was too late. The twig snapped, sending what felt like a shockwave of sound through the air. Wilson immediately took the nearest article of clothing, and covered himself up. He looked in the direction of where the sound came from, and saw Ember, staying completely still while staring at the bump under the cloth. Wilson blushed, knowing the inevitable fact that he was caught by his flareon.
"E- Ember?" said Wilson nervously, as he tried to cover up the bump the best that he can, "What are you doing here? A- Aren't you afraid of water? Ember ignored what he said, as she moved even closer to Wilson. She grabbed the piece of clothing that Wilson used as cover with her muzzle, and snatched it away from him before he could even react. Wilson's length popped up right in front of Ember's face as she stared at it, and then back at Wilson.
"You know, I was just hungry a moment ago," said Ember seductively, as she gently grabbed it with her paw, "I guess this will do just fine." Ember brought her muzzle closer to his length, and kissed the ever so sensitive tip, running the tip of her tongue against it. Wilson twitched, as thoughts about this situation filled his head. He shouldn't be doing this; He didn't even know if this was legal. However, resistance was useless, as he was too deep inside the trap. His body wasn't listening to anything he was telling it. He simply sat there, muscles tensed, as Ember retracted her head.
Ember stuck out her long tongue, licking the head of his length slowly in a circular motion, using what would be a painful fire attack, as a pleasure center for him. Small waves of heat from a weak ember blast flowed along his length and poured from Ember's mouth, traveling along Wilson's skin. Wilson's mind immediately blanked out. The sensation that he was experiencing just pushed everything aside. Wilson gasped in pleasure, as Ember slowly wrapped her warm slick tongue around his length. It slightly tightened, and Wilson's length twitched in response, his body urging to jerk itself into her.
Ember was teasing him, playing around with it in her satisfaction. She retracted her tongue, and then gave the tip another gentle kiss. Wilson relaxed his whole body, as he lay down on the soft grass. He closed his eyes, and concentrated on the sensation that Ember was giving him. His penis was throbbing for more, and Ember noticed it. Aiming to please, she opened her mouth, and closed it on the top portion of Wilson's length. She stuck out her tongue right beneath the head, and gently sucked as she felt a shot of pre-cum flowing into her mouth. It tasted wonderful to Ember. In fact, she absolutely loved the taste, it was beyond any of those berries she had eaten before, it was unique. Wanting more, she pushed Wilson's length further down her muzzle. Wilson felt his penis twitch, as Ember's soft, warm tongue press against it, the flow of her heated saliva soothing his length. She sucked again, and this time sending a wave of pleasure up Wilson's spine, he moaned louder then either of them expected. Ember on the other hand wasn't so satisfied. She wanted the taste of his pre, but unlike the first time, all Wilson gave her was just a drop. Getting impatient, Ember pushed her muzzle forward, as Wilson's whole length disappeared in her mouth, Wilson's eyes widening, his body shot with pure pleasure, he was in Heaven. She pushed against it with her tongue, rubbing it, while it delivered a massive load of pre cum into her mouth, she giggled against him as he moaned her name. She brushed her tongue against the side of his penis as an effort to get the best taste possible. Of course, this just added to the pleasure that Wilson was experiencing.
Wilson was having trouble holding it back. It was throbbing, almost about to deliver its load. Just then, Ember swallowed, pressing the soft flesh of her mouth against his full length. Wilson couldn't hold it back anymore. He groaned in pleasure, as his penis twitched repeatedly, shooting massive amounts of semen down Ember's throat. She brought her mouth back, as his penis shot two more loads right on her face and on her right eye, in which she closed just in time. Ember took her paw, and brushed off the sticky white substance from her eyelids. She licked it off with her tongue, savouring the taste. She loved it. It tasted even better than the pre. She stuck out her tongue again, as she licked Wilson's slowly receding length clean. Wilson was panting heavily. It was something he had never experienced before. He rolled to the side, as his breathing pattern slowly became steady.
"You know," said Ember as she cleaned her whole face, "We're just getting started." She walked in front Wilson seductively, and lay beside him with her head on Wilson's left arm. She turned, back facing Wilson, and looked at him from the side of her eyes. "I'm yours," she whispered, as she pressed her hips closer to him. She wrapped her fluffy tail around Wilson's bare legs, leaving a clear passage for Wilson's length. She squeezed her hips backwards, as Wilson felt his tip rub against the soft lips of Ember's sex. Immediately, Wilson's penis returned to its full glory. "Do whatever you want Wilson, I'm not going anywhere." Wilson unknowingly wrapped his left arm around Ember's warm neck, and rubbed her soft stomach with right. She was getting warmer, as her body temperature gradually increased. It sent a wave of comforting warmth it was just like the position they were in yesterday, but this time, it was more erotic.
Ember snuggled tightly into Wilson's embrace, and placed her paws above Wilson's left arm. She closed her eyes, waiting excitedly for whatever Wilson was about to do next. "I hope he got my hint," thought Ember, as she pushed her hips slightly downwards. Wilson gasped, as his tip slid in to place.
"E- Ember," Said Wilson, as he stumbled over the right worlds to say, "I- I don't think we should..."
"This is not a time to think Wilson," interrupted Ember, as she squeezed her back closer to Wilson's chest, "Clear your mind, and just enjoy it." Ember was right. Wilson loved her, and this was probably the best possible way to show it. Wilson felt Ember relax, as she trusted her entire body to whatever Wilson was about to do.
"Well," thought Wilson, as he pushed aside all the thoughts that were in his mind, "Here goes nothing." He relaxed, allowing his body to tell him what to do. He slowly pushed forward with his hip, and felt the head of his length slowly sliding into place. Ember twitched slightly, and groaned in pleasure. Wilson continued pushing his length into Ember's warm tight sex, as he felt the soft, slick folds of flesh gently caressing it. Ember was getting impatient. She loved what Wilson was doing, but it just wasn't enough to completely satisfy her. She tightened her vagina, and decided to take matters into her own hands.
Wilson let out a surprised gasp, as Ember pushed her hip downwards. His length was completely in her, as it felt Ember tighten up. Wilson has never felt this good; both physically and emotionally. He tightly embraced Ember, while she let out a cry of pleasure. Wilson lost complete control of his body, as he slowly and gradually started to move his hip in an increasing rhythm.
Wilson wasn't thinking about anything. It wasn't even thinking about what he was doing. His body moved by itself, pumping his hips as he moaned in pleasure. He sank his hand into Ember's amazingly soft fur, and slowly ran it down her perfect body. Ember on the other hand was filled with thoughts of satisfaction. She wanted this ever since she evolved, and finally, during this amazing sunset, Ember was living her dream. She smiled, as she enjoyed every single touch of Wilson's hands, not to mention every push of his hip. His length reached every single crevice of her warm sex, sending surges of pleasure up her body and into her extremities. She shivered, moaning as Wilson gradually increased his speed. Ember, gasping endlessly, saliva falling out of the corner of her mouth, moaned for more as Wilson started becoming rougher.
Ember was completely lost in pleasure, whimpering, as she jerked her hips to meet Wilson's as best she could. His length filled her up, the warmth of it within her felt even hotter than the flames which surrounded her daily. Ember loved every moment, never wanting him to stop. She wrapped her tail around Wilson's hips, using it as a support for her body, as she took over the thrusts and slid herself down onto him.
What Wilson loved about this moment was the emotions that built up in him. He loved Ember more than anything else. He would have traded anything, no matter what the cost is, if it meant that Ember would get a happier life in return. He held her closer, and gave her a gentle kiss on the head. Ember moaned again, as she slowly approached her climax. Wilson himself on the other hand was having trouble holding it back as well. He wanted to at least hold out for her, as the urge came closer and stronger with every one of her thrusts. However, it was just inevitable. It was too much for Wilson, as he felt a jolt of pleasure shooting up his spine. They moaned in unison, each climaxing together. Ember gasped loudly, fire shooting from her muzzle in a fire spin. It wasn't threatening, but instead sent down a penetrating wave of warmth down Wilson's arms as it joined the pleasure that was shooting up his spine. She felt it- It gradually filled her up as Wilson's length twitched repeatedly inside her. In response, she felt her sex tighten, shooting out a jet of warm fluid that soaked Wilson's length. It felt good- better than anything Ember has ever experienced. She relaxed her body, as she felt Wilson send up another shot of his seed up her sex. It slowly retracted, losing the hardness that it had previously. Wilson let out a gasp of air, as he slowly pulled out his length while their mixed fluids dripped out of Ember and onto the soft grass. Wilson was still holding Ember tightly in his embrace. He was stroking her neck, enjoying her wonderfully soft fur as their breathing slowly became steady.
Ember slowly turned around, still panting, and looked into Wilson's eyes. He smiled ever so brightly, and held her closer to him. She was still warm, licking Wilson's cheek in satisfaction. "I love you, Ember..."
Wilson's words meant more to Ember then ever before. Her eyes slowly filled with tears of joy, as Wilson gently kissed her warm lips. She felt his gentle hands run down the side of her waist, and responded by giving another affectionate lick on Wilson's Cheek. "I- I didn't scare you with the fire thing - did I?" Ember opened her eyes, as Wilson slowly stroked her fluffy neck.
"No Ember, you didn't. In fact, I- I kind of liked it." Comforted by his statement, she closed her eyes, and gently laid her head on Wilson's arm. "I love you too Wilson...my master..." whispered Ember, as she softly fell asleep in Wilson's comforting embrace.
The gentle sweep of the wind brushed the surface of the pond, as it played a tranquilizing melody that slowly brought Wilson to his sleep. He rolled closer to Ember, her warmth wrapping around him in a comforting embrace. He closed his eyes, allowing the darkness of the night to bring him closer to his sleep.
"This is love isn't it?" thought Wilson, gently kissing Ember on the head. It was a strange feeling that caused his heart to send out a wave of warmth throughout his extremities. "It must be... It has to be..." Wilson's thought slowly trailed off, as his mind began to shut itself down. His heart however, was still working at full power, reminding him about this moment in which he will never forget.Chapter End Notes:------------------------
So I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Again, please review so I can improve in the future