Elegant beige paws smacked the dusty ground of Pyrite Town. Turning swiftly, the thin, majestic legs folded up into a jump, slamming a Quick Attack into the chest of a Houndour. The dark canine whimpered from between his clenched teeth, but focussed his fiery red eyes and opened his maw; allowing magical fire power to accumulate, and eventually shoot in the form of a fireball. Burning magic shot towards the graceful feline form of Delcatty, before colliding fatally with another, darker ball. The ebony canine that had shot the Shadow Ball bore its teeth; the giant yellow ring that sat on its forehead glowing angrily. Delcatty's feminine maw slid into a small smile, broad enough to allow a single fang to poke out over her lip. Her lilac eyes shimmered, as she manoeuvred herself around the masculine Umbreon and shot herself at Houndour again, thumping another Quick Attack into the fire-type's chest. Keeling in shock, Houndour dropped to the ground, and recoiled into his trainer's Pokéball once more. Delcatty's flirtatious gaze held Umbreon's for a short while, before she brushed herself against the black canine, planted a kiss on his secretly blushing cheek, and whispered gently; "We make a good team." Umbreon smiled, and allowed his Pokéball to capture him once more.
The feline sat on the ground, and licked her delicate, dust covered paw. Her lilac eyes caught the glare of another set, equally as purple and equally beautiful, yet somehow holding far more wisdom than the cat could muster. Delcatty smirked, raising her head to the onlooker. "Espeon, darling, jealousy is such a terrible disease." The psychic-type snarled at the cat, as she, too, returned to her ball.
The two battling trainers, oblivious to the Pokémon around them, shook hands and bade farewell to each other. One of them, a tall male with dark brown hair and chestnut eyes, looked down at his Espeon, who had occupied a hunched, sulking position. His hand hit her head, and ruffled the silky, lilac fur. "You'll battle next time, I promise." Chuckling slightly, he began to make his way home, leaving the pride-bruised Pokémon alone. Her eyes were staring down at the ground, the Umbreon's paw print scuffed into the dirt. Whispering slowly, in a tired, mature voice, she mumbled "you were always mine, Umbreon..."
As night set in on the rogue town, Espeon returned to the motel. When she entered the room her trainer was staying in, she jumped on the bed, and lay down. It was hardly decorated - the whitewashed walls had a single mirror hung askew, above the untouched double bed. The white sheets were creased, crumpled from the suitcase that had been flung onto it. Beside the bed, a pine-coloured dresser sat, completely ignored. In the corner of the room, a small, fluffy sheep was sleeping idly, snoring gently, and occasionally flicking her long tail. The fur adorning her was pink, and her ruff and head had an extra fluffy coating of white. Espeon flicked her forked tail. "Flaaffy. Flaaffy!" She hissed at the sleeping sheep. It stirred, and opened one eye.
"Whfut?" Espeon sighed. It was barely past dusk, and Flaaffy was acting like it was almost dawn.
"Could I talk to you?" Flaaffy sat up, opened both her eyes, and scurried neatly onto the bed.
"Sure? What's wrong?" Espeon smiled. Though she didn't really care much for friends among the Pokémon her trainer caught, Flaaffy was certainly the kindest heart she'd come across.
"Its... Delcatty. What do you think of her?" The sheep's cheeks puffed, and her brow furrowed.
"She needs to take some ugly pills, that's for sure! I mean, have you seen her? She's gorgeous!"
"Why, thank you!" Delcatty's high pitched mew entered the room, followed by the cat herself. Flaaffy was right. She was gorgeous. Her body was perfectly formed, her tail, long and elegant, raised perfectly above her back. A flower-like piece sat on the end, with familiar characteristics to a rose, and around her neck, a fold of fur that reminded Espeon of a Zigzagoon-fur scarf. Flaaffy blushed gently at being heard, but Espeon kept her stone sour expression firmly painted on her features. The heavy pad of paws sounded in the corridor, and Umbreon slid through the door after Delcatty. The cat smiled. So did Espeon - almost. The black canine walked straight to the feline, and nuzzled gently into her neck. Something inside Espeon cracked, and a pain roared inside her chest. It was like the Butterfrees that once soared whenever Umbreon was around had caught fire, and were now burning slowly to death. Delcatty smirked to herself, but Espeon wasn't paying attention.
"Come, Umbreon. Let's go somewhere... Quiet." The Umbreon followed, turning his back on the Espeon, and walked out of the room.
Air was caught in Espeon's throat. Flaaffy jarred, unable to think what to do. It wasn't well hidden that Espeon was in complete love with her once full-time double battle partner. The psychic-types head spun, concentrated psychic power leaking from her body, from the shattered pieces of her heart.
Outside, in the quiet night air, Delcatty sat with Umbreon. His face was troubled, the rings on his shoulders and forehead completely dull. Delcatty sighed. "Seriously. She's hardly better than me, is she?" The canine felt inclined to immediately disagree.
"No, no... But she is my friend. She was upset. I should of told her-" Delcatty cut him off.
"Uh, no. Its none of her business what we do together. Speaking of which..." She moved her head, and licked softly at Umbreon's maw. He didn't disagree. Pushing the feline over softly, he moved his body to stand over her, and licked her face, and then her neck. She purred softly. He moved a paw down, across her stomach, and towards his goal. She stopped him. "No no no... You don't need to do that. I already want you..." Her tail, its unusual rose-tip feeling completely mischievous, wandered up the ebony canine's leg, and started to rub. The Delcatty's eyes narrowed into slits. As long as that stupid cat is watching... The dark-type whimpered, and moved his paw to either side of the cat. The playful tail was teasing, slowly temping his manhood from its sheath. He tried to resist- but with the perfectly formed feline beneath him, it was neigh on impossible. His light pink member crept slowly from its ebony cover, and hit the Delcatty on the stomach. She squealed in surprise, and looked down with her dazzling, adrenalin-filled eyes. Umbreon moved his member to her lips, and allowed it to slide down her opening, entering her slightly. She moaned, and thrust her hips forward, letting the member slide into her completely. The huge canine whimpered, and started to thrust himself in and out of his new mate, enjoying the tightness of her insides.
She kicked, pushing him from her. Rolling onto her rump, and then her four paws, she took her maw to his member, and licked. He shivered, allowing the feel of her rough, feline tongue on his member, before she took the entire thing into her maw, and suckled on it. He howled, quietly at first, but as she teased him, coiling her tongue around his member, his howling became louder. Pre dribbled into her maw, which she gratefully took and swallowed; spurring her mate on more. After all, she was a first class player. Slowly, she let the cock fall from her mouth, and turned herself around, to point her rump in the Umbreon's direction. He giggled childishly, and mounted her, with no hesitation to letting his long penis through her doors. She moaned, and purred gently, as he began to pummel into her harder and harder. Exasperated gasps started to escape her maw, as his own grunts filtered through gritted teeth. Her wet pussy took the entire member, squeasing it and loving the feel of it, until the Delcatty felt what she was waiting for. Umbreon seized inside her, spraying out his cum into her. The cold, soothing feel triggered the Delcatty's own climax, and the clamping of her walls milked the poor Umbreon for all he was worth.
Exhausted, the two Pokémon fell to the ground, and breathed deeply. Looking at the male's crimson eyes, Delcatty whispered softly; "Espeon couldn't give you that." Shutting her eyes, she took in her first victory over the psychic feline secretly. She couldn't know that she'd nearly allowed her own downfall - looking at the moon above him, Umbreon thought, completely to himself, 'Espeon would give me that...?'
Intelligent as he was, Umbreon had never thought of Espeon as anything more than a friend. He had no idea she had feelings for him, and as he gazed at the stars, he started to feel like a stupid idiot who'd just made the worst decision in his life.
Oh wait.
He was.

[Ch. 2]

As the morning sun rose over the motel and Pyrite's now dying nightlife, the hunched figure of a dark canine watched silently. Beside him, a beige female slept on; completely unaware of the Umbreon, who had been awake all night. In his head, six words spun around madly; confusing him, draining him. "Never lose sight of what's important." A soft, female voice spoke them; over, and over again. He listened, his brow furrowed over his tired, ruby-red eyes. Ignoring his sleeping mate, he walked around her body, and slunk silently into Pyrite's town centre.
Battle Square, a circle in the middle of town for trainer's, tamers and sometimes wild Pokémon to battle and show off their skill. Today, however, the entire population of the town seemed to be concentrated around it. A male human, tall and athletic, stood in amongst them, his hands held up. At his feet, three Pokémon looked at the potential opposition, their bodies already beaten and bruised. One of them, a small ferret-like animal, bipedal, with one long pink ear stared challengingly through the growing crowd - straight at the observing dark-type. Raising a clawed paw, the Sneasel tugged its trainer's trouser leg; which granted him a kick in the side. The human was talking to a petite, barely dressed woman; who reminded Umbreon strangely of Delcatty. Approaching slowly, Umbreon recognised the other two Pokémon as a Crobat, which hovered and cawed loudly at any Pokémon it saw; and a small fire-type, Vulpix. The latter looked far more abused, far more injured, and far more timid that its comrades. Umbreon cocked his head, and approached, ignoring Sneasel and Crobat's challenging jeers, Umbreon parted the crowd and stood before Vulpix. Their sizes were so different; but their eyes seemed the same, remorseful and confused.
The small fox reeled in terror, as the trainer, who had been sticking his tongue so far down the Delcatty-look-alike's throat Umbreon felt queasy, declared the challenge. The two pairs of red eyes locked, and Crobat began to fly circles, clearly annoyed.
Picking up the Vulpix, the trainer cleared the crowd, and faced Umbreon.
"I win, you're mine!" The dark canine sighed. There would be no fight; and the trainer would soon be the one to lose out. Kicking himself into a run, Umbreon's deft paws smacked the dusty ground as his body flew towards the trainer, and the Vulpix in his arms. One smooth, flawless jump had the tiny fox tightly held in the ebony maw; while the force of two heavy paws on his chest sent the trainer flying backwards.
Umbreon didn't stop; he just carried on, Vulpix and all, legging it towards the disused battle collusseum at the very top of Pyrite. He could feel the shaking of the tiny Pokémon he held, and he could feel the psychic gaze he often felt when he'd done something Espeon wouldn't have liked. Closing his mind, he tried his best not to think; it was the only way to avoid her. She'd found an excellent tool to nag him with; and he didn't like letting her think she'd won. But something else nagged, in the back of his mind, that she'd always been there. His running pattern faltered a little, but with the open doors of the collusseum before him, he kept it together until the cool dark shadows hit him.
Dropping the Vulpix, he took in huge, gulping pants. The tiny Pokémon sat on the floor, still shivering violently. "I won't hurt you." Umbreon mumbled. Two bright red eyes met his gaze, before the young creature spoke in a light male voice.
"Then why did you take me?"
"I could see you didn't like it. I was trapped once. If you want to go back, then do. I don't care." A smile leapt over the Vulpix's small maw.
"Thank-you." The dark-type mimicked the smile softly, and looked back at the dusty, abandoned floor. "Got some troubles?" The Vulpix shuffled, and sat back down, his six tails now covered in a thick coat of dust.
"Is it that obvious?"
"Kinda, when you stare at the floor like that and pretend not to care about things you clearly do." The young fox was cocky, mixed with that hint of bravery. Umbreon liked him.
"What's your name?"
"I don't really have one. Vulpix?"
"That's not much of a name."
"What would you call me then?" Vulpix wagged his tails, kicking dust into the dry air. In their wake, the tails left a tiny Z shape, from their wagging and the Vulpix's shuffling.
"Lil' Z."
"That's a crap name." Lil' Z's tiny paw poked into the thick black fur of the Umbreon, causing him to smile softly.
"You got a better one?" The fox shook its head. "Well then. Live with it."
"What's your name?" Feeling bolder now, Vulpix moved closer to his rescuer.
"Blackie."
"That's really unimaginative." He received a light push, which sent him over, causing some sort of dust cloud. "So... What's wrong with you?" Umbreon thought of his mother again. This time, she was almost there, almost with him, her long, yellow fur so close he could touch the gentle Jolteon. "Better out that in, Blackie, what's up?" He shuddered slightly. Looking at the Vulpix, he started to tell him, about Espeon, about Delcatty, and about the choice he had to make. Lil' Z sighed.
"How did you meet Espeon?" Ebony lids shut over Umbreon's crimson eyes, as he thought back. Thunder flashed in his mind, and a terrified shriek rang out over the forming sea.
He saw a tiny, brown lump; drenched and alone. His own brown Eevee paws raced over the water, the rain covering the tears on his face. Nuzzling the unconscious stranger, his blue eyes watched her, her body shivering with the cold, ruthless rain. He stayed with her, all through the storm that had quenched one of the biggest fires the region had seen. As the sun poked its feeble head from the clouds, the savaged wood around them crumbling under the mass of water. The little Eevee infront of his infant self still didn't move; just like his mother, her glorious yellow fur marred by the fire, hadn't moved. He hadn't given up hope; he didn't want to believe this new face was already dead. She was all he had left; and he didn't even know her.
Back in reality, Lil' Z's maw hung slightly ajar. He didn't reply to the story, only nuzzled the Umbreon's forepaw gently. The two sat in silence, until they heard the gentle thud of paws on the cement road outside. A familiar, yet unwanted, voice rang through the air;
"Umbre~eon! I'm not finished with you~!" Lil' Z shuddered at the implement.
"I'm sure my trainer would take you, if you wanted her to." The Vulpix shook his head.
"I'm destined for someone else." Umbreon nodded his head; he didn't want to question the motives of the little fox, instead, he nuzzled his forehead, and turned to leave the abandoned complex.
Outside, Delcatty waved her purple-tipped tail impatiently. As her vain eyes spotted the slow moving Umbreon, she tutted. "I was with my friends, and when I went to find you, you were gone. Do you know how bad that looks?" Blackie shook his head, and apologised; before he realised. She'd called him Umbreon; which was an informal way to address a Pokémon. Didn't she know his name? Come to think of it... He couldn't even recall hers.

Back at the motel, Espeon slept soundly on the bed. The team's trainer was still asleep, too, snoring vigorously into a pillow. Flaaffy, who was sitting on the windowsill, found it quietly amusing. Outside, the beige feline came into view. She was strutting, shouting something, loud enough to force Espeon's eyes open. They were still slightly bloodshot - she'd been crying all night.
The two females stepped outside, to hear Delcatty's new orders to Blackie.
"So when they come back, I want you to bring me wild flowers, chocolate, and a new collar. Am I clear?" Blackie stayed silent. The cat, who was already mad, puffed her cheeks. This wasn't her dream relationship; the canine couldn't even follow simple commands.
"Hey. Leave him alone - he doesn't live for you." The lilac-furred cat called out, her voice more melodic, more beautiful than Blackie remembered it. Delcatty gave her trademark smirk, making something churn in the psychic-types stomach.
"He lives for me now that we're mates, you know. Oh no - wait. You don't know, because you don't have a mate." The cat laughed, but only for a second.
A small purple ball, only as big as her head, struck her in the back. It crackled and hissed, a lighter purple line of power spinning wildly outside of it. Blackie's mouth still hung open, a deep snarl echoing out of it. Shrieking in surprise, the Delcatty wheeled around, and chased towards him.
"How dare you...!" Her quick attack made direct contact, but it was her that went flying backwards as a dark pulse from the black canine ignited around him. Flaaffy, a low level herself and not much for fighting, ran inside the motel, and Espeon stood; awestruck.
"What are you doing?!" Delcatty was on her feet again, trying a different approach now; the 'I'm so helpless please love me'. Blackie was too pissed, too over the edge to even listen. He charged again, smacking the cat, who was trying to use Fake Tears cutely, and flinging her onto her back. She didn't move; her eyes were shut; fainted.
The ebony canine turned to his lifelong friend, who was still standing a way off; jaw hanging open at his sudden turn. "Espeon..." He mumbled softly, in the voice that set those butterflies flittering again. He walked towards her, straight towards her, and didn't stop until his button nose touched her. A furious blush ignited on her face; as she stood, not knowing whether to pull away or not. The moment hung, for longer than a moment, as they stared into each other's eyes.
"We should... Get inside..." The small, rigid lilac maw mumbled. Blackie nodded in agreement, and the two left Delcatty, still passed out on the ground, alone.
It was then that the cocky Sneasel, who had been watching, poked his head around the motel wall. He looked at the Delcatty, who was still laid on her back; completely exposed to him. A small, pink tongue poked out from his mouth and licked his lips, as he ventured towards the sleeping beauty. He didn't get laid much; and he wasn't exactly mainstream; and she WAS pretty gorgeous...
Before he knew it, his member was sliding out of his small sheath, just slightly. He blushed; but then again, no one would stop him, and it was such a secluded place...
He moved to the behind of the Pokémon, and ran a long, silver claw across her exposed lips. She didn't move. He felt his cock, now warm and pulsating softly, slide further from its hiding place. Leaning down, his curiosity got the best of him. He opened his maw, and slid a long, pink tongue into her lips. She was dry; blissfully unaware, but to him, she tasted so good. He thrust his tongue in again; deeper this time, licking at her insides, lubricating for the abuse he wanted to give her so badly. His cock, now at its full length, hit against the ground as he blissfully licked her out, her pussy swimming with his saliva. She mumbled slightly, coming round. Sneasel smirked.
He squared himself with her, before ramming his length into her unsuspecting pussy. Her eyes sprung open, as she opened her maw to scream; only to be greeted by the Sneasel's dagger-like claws at her throat, scratching through her fur. She was terrified; not knowing whether to scream and be cut, or allow him to continue his torture. She was still groggy; it was hard for her to focus, but she could feel his meat, slamming at her pussy, harder and harder. She whimpered, and the intruder grasped her throat, threatening her silently.
He continued to pound her, until the smirk on his face became wider. Throwing the helpless feline to the floor, he admired her perfect, streamline body. The Umbreon was mad. His claws grabbed her head, and forced her maw onto his member, covered in her unwilling cum and his pre. She barricaded her throat with her set of gleaming teeth, but the Sneasel was far too forceful; she obeyed him, opening her maw and feeling the member slide into her mouth. He sighed, pushing her head further onto him; making her take the whole length. She spluttered softly, trying to pull back, to no avail. Then, as he had done her pussy, he started to pound into her mouth, listening to her pained coughs and strained. He loved it.
Then he found something he loved more. He felt a soft spasming in the base of his penis, and his hot, salty seed sprayed into her maw and down her throat. She screamed as he released her, pushing her weak, trembling self onto the floor; satisfied.
Flaaffy had heard the Pokémon's last shriek, and wandered out to the yard to check on her; what she found was a trembling feline, cum dribbling down her face, eyes wide. There was no one with her; he must have bolted. Flaaffy sighed. Children were so careless.
Inside, Blackie and Espeon lay on the floor, staring at each other lovingly. Espeon sighed; she couldn't be much happier. Her Blackie wasn't as stupid as she'd once thought. He nuzzled her slightly, licking the tip of her muzzle. "What made you change your mind?" She asked him, her violet eyes shimmering gently. He returned the soft smile, and answered; choosing to leave the small Vulpix out of the equation.
"My mother." Espeon's features turned sympathetic, and licked his nose.
"You know she's always watching you." She told him, her eyes twinkling with something she'd come to believe.
"She'd be disappointed." The Espeon shook her head.
"You know she wouldn't. Everyone makes mistakes." She licked his maw again, nuzzling into his chest.
The sound of footsteps came up the path, and their trainer burst through the door, shouting something about battle square. Thick red beams entrapped all the Pokémon, sending them shooting back to their respective balls, before the trainer dashed off out to the centre of Pyrite, and the battle tournament that was going on.
"Okay, are you ready?!" An MC shouted, hidden in a wooden booth next to the shop. The crowd cheered. "Okay. Trainers, you choose a team, and you battle one other trainer, randomly chosen. If you win your match, you get a gorgeous Pyrite fashion accessory! If not, you get a pen for trying."
"Come on out, Umbreon!" The male felt his ball being thrown, and the red glow dragging him out. He stood, paws spread apart, before the opponent; a Kirlia. Easy. "Go, now, shadow ball!" Umbreon complied, releasing another hissing piece of dark-type energy. The Kirlia, a white and green psychic-type ballerina, tried to avoid with a pirouette spin; but instead received a supereffective blow to the head, resulting in a KO knockout. Umbreon grinned; he could feel Espeon's gaze on him again, watching him battle. As he was dragged back to his ball, he heard the next fighter; "Go! Flaaffy!"
'Buahh!' Flaaffy shouted as her figure hit the floor. Her eager gaze faced the opposing trainer, an older man, wearing a suit and top hat. He waved his hand, and a small Growlithe; a small fire-type hound, with tiger-like attire and a long, fluffy ruff around its neck. It barked at the sheep, who returned with another 'buah'. "Flaaffy! Use thunderbolt!" The Pokémon obeyed, hitting the agile Growlithe with her electricity, before she was countered with a quick attack. She was thrown backwards, before she thundershocked the creature; causing it to faint before it attacked further. The trainer jumped in excitement, and returned the Pokémon to her ball.

"Your turn... Espe-"

"I'm sorry, young lady, but you've expressed your power. I don't see any point in continuing this fight to the end." The old man, touching his hat in a respectful manner, smiled warmly. The young trainer smiled, and nodded in agreement.
As she skipped back to the motel, she held up a dazzling blue scarf. Espeon walked alongside her, watching the sparkling garment in admiration. "Here - I think this'd look good on you." Espeon felt the silk wrap around her neck, and looked at her smiling trainer. She mewed her thanks, and grinned.
That night, Blackie looked at the stars again. He always looked at them; they reminded him of his mother. It was something Espeon had told him when he was younger - that if he looked at them and remembered her, she'd never forget him. He smiled. A lot had happened in that one day- but he knew he felt a lot better for the events.
A forked lilac tail snaked its way around his own, making him shudder. His mate muzzled him, keeping her body behind him. He turned, and smiled at her; the blue scarf tied in a box around her neck. He giggled. "It suits you."
"You don't think I look like a clown?" She asked softly, wiggling her body so the bow jumped about in a comical manner. The ebony canine shook his head, nuzzling her lilac cheek gently. "Oh... I have a present for you..." Her speech was awkward now, as she shifted her gaze to the window. Two pairs of eyes were watching, but they soon disappeared with his gaze. Girls. They always plotted together.
"What?" He asked, looking around for a material item. Instead, his mate turned, and raised her tail.
A blush came across his face; her exposed pussy arousing him perhaps too much. "Oh..." He mumbled, slightly shocked. She blushed.
"If you don't want to, its fi- oh!" She was cut off by a long, cold tongue plunged into her depths. She whined softly at his lapping, as he roughly licked at her. As he pulled away, he grinned.
"Of course I want to." She giggled - she'd never really been wanted as anything other than a quick fumble.
The ebony canine walked around her, so his nose was on hers once more. Then he pushed, so she fell softly to the ground; so he could see all of her. She blushed again. He moved his maw to her neck, and breathed softly, sending a cold chill down her side. She sighed, loving his touch, after longing for it for so long. He moved himself down, breathing on her chest, occasionally licking. Her tail swayed, almost in a wagging motion, as he proceeded down her shivering body, until he met her pussy again. He giggled as she buckled a little, raising her hind legs, revealing herself to him fully. He raised his head. "No~o..." Another giggle escaped his maw, as he ran a paw gently over her stomach. She whimpered, before she noticed his length, fully exposed from his ebony sheath. She got up, and pushed him onto his side, so that it was exposed to her, as she'd been to him. Gently, she took it into her maw, and started to vigorously suckle on it; her own sweet revenge. He panted, whimpered and whined as she took him into her maw, sucking his tip every time pre seeped out.
Pulling off, she moved down his member, and started to caress his ebony balls with her tongue. It was nearly too much for the Umbreon to take; as he whined into the starry night. When she stopped, she didn't talk. Turning away from him again, she willed him to take her; and he obeyed. She was already wet and ready for him, as he slid his member into her tight depths. They both sighed; as Blackie started to pummel into her, pushing himself so far his balls sometimes caught her hind legs. Her tail coiled around his, caressing it slowly. Giggling, the two Pokémon stood there for a while, enjoying the soft pounding motion; before Espeon tugged at her mates tail, and he started to pound her furiously. Her cum dripped onto the floor, creating a messy puddle on the emerald grass. He whined, feeling her pussy pull his member and her walls clamping down on it. As he pounded, he felt her insides spasm, as her orgasm covered his member. This drove him over the edge; and as he howled into the night, she pulled away, hoping to catch his seed in her mouth. She missed, and it covered her face, dripping down her cheeks as she smiled at the Umbreon, now collapsed on the floor. Choking slightly, trying to regulate his breathing, the Umbreon giggled as he spluttered; "You beast. Don't come near me again, I don't think I can take that again..."
She laid down next to him. "I think you are, Blackie." The two smiled, and Blackie rolled onto his back. The night was clear, and the two lay together, looking at the stars, before she finally dropped to sleep; Espeon's head on Blackie's chest. He smiled.
"I love you, Sundance..."Chapter End Notes:If you feel like dropping a review then DO IT. Even if its just 'that was good' or 'you're shit'.

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