It all started with a rustle in the grass. Chatin Naidoo stopped at hearing the sound. The anthro skunk was in the middle of her pokemon journey, and had already thrown together a fairly decent team; a Quilava, a Noctowl, a Flaffy. Still, this was far from a full squad, and she always had room for another. She kept her Quilava’s poke ball at the ready for combat, but she stepped closer, trying to gauge what exactly had hooked her attention. The grass rustled again and a sleek, dark-furred form popped out of the grass, carrying a half-unwrapped treat in his mouth. Chatin knew this species by sight, though she’d never encountered one in person before. “An Umbreon!” she said excitedly. “My goodness!” The sleek Eeveelution was not frightened of her at all; he emerged from the grass with his tail wagging, circling around her in a pleased motion while sniffing inquiringly at her body. Did he think she was one of his own? It was possible; unlike most skunks, Chatin was uniformly dark, with rich charcoal fur covering most of her body. Her fur brightened to a vivid royal blue around her hands and hindpaws, and both her tail and the hair crowning her head mixed that same vivid blue with a softer, almost nebulaic purple. It was a striking coloration, and one not wholly dissimilar to the Umbreon’s own, given his dark-furred body and bright glowing rings of fur. Most Umbreon had yellow rings, but this one’s were blue, fairly close to Chatin’s own hue. “Awww, look at you!” she said, leaning over to proffer a forepaw. The Umbreon eagerly trotted over, sniffing once at her before bending his head and letting her lavish him with pets and scritches. Not once did he let the half-wrapped treat drop from his mouth. Chatin’s eagerness at finding such a specimen was dulled by his actions; this pokemon was clearly friendly around trainers, and had probably been raised with care by a trainer himself. In fact, said trainer was probably nearby, looking for him. She couldn’t in good conscience try to catch a pokemon like this and rip him from a loving trainer. “Here you go,” she said, reaching into her bag for a few crunchy treats and scattering them over the ground. Her Quilava loved these. The Umbreon’s tail grew ramrod-straight in a clear sign of delight and he dropped the snack from his mouth as he pounced on the treats, snarfing them down. “Once you’re done, go find your trainer, yeah?” she said, putting away her Quilava’s ball. There was no need to focus on trying to catch an owned pokemon. “I’m sure he misses you.” And, hefting her bag, she took off. --- It wasn’t long before Chatin realized she was being followed. Like most anthros, her sense of smell was keen; she quite deftly realized that the Umbreon she’d encountered earlier was her mysterious pursuer. She wondered why the spunky little pokemon was following her. Did he perhaps think that she would lead him to his trainer? In the late part of the afternoon, steel-wool clouds knotted overhead and the pungent smell of ozone crackled in the air. Chatin quickly set about making a makeshift refuge from the thunderstorm, finding an off-path glade and stringing a heavy camping tarp between tangled boughs of thick branches. And not a moment too soon; a scant minute or so after she’d put up her refuge, rain began sheeting down. She leaned back, using her pack as a makeshift pillow while having a small lantern, flickering with light, serving as a makeshift source of light and heat, set nearby. Perhaps she could’ve summoned her Quilava to serve the same purpose, but he loathed wet weather, and would’ve been miserable the whole way through. Not long after the rain began, the bushes shifted and the Umbreon slunk miserably out from underneath. He’d been crawling through undergrowth and thus not exposed to the worst of the storm, but he still looked morose and soaked through. Shaking her head ruefully, Chatin scooched over and motioned to a spot near the lantern. The Umbreon eagerly made his way under the tarp, shaking himself free to dry off, and hunkered down. The lantern’s warmth helped dry his sleek fur. “Now why aren’t you with your trainer?” Chatin mused to herself. The Umbreon kept his snout buried in his paws as he curled up; one of his ears flickered with annoyance. “A well-behaved and friendly pokemon like you could never be wild. And if I remember correctly, your species evolves from close bonds with their trainers.” As she thought, she reached out to stroke gently through the Umbreon’s fur. The lantern’s warmth had helped him swiftly get acclimated to his spot, and he was already mostly dry. Was he abandoned? Chatin thought. The notion of such a cheerful, friendly pokemon being thrown aside like so much trash was heartbreaking. Why would they abandon him? Because of his coloration? It’s true that he isn’t the usual color of a normal Umbreon… She continued petting him. The Umbreon’s body was warm and he purred with happiness, nosing up against her paw. She inadvertently let him climb into her lap, draped over her thighs like a happy housecat. Or it could be he’s the ‘wrong’ species. Eevee can evolve into several species depending on happiness; perhaps the trainer wanted an Espeon or Sylveon instead. Or perhaps the trainer didn’t abandon this little fellow at all! They could’ve been injured or sick or had an accident. Something that stopped them from being able to care for him… The thought was heartbreaking. She glanced down at the Umbreon, who was now staring happily back at her with big, ruby-red eyes. He was fully dry by now, and was kneading his paws happily against her lap. “Well, whatever hiccup of fate brought you into my arms,” said Chatin, “I’ll be sure to care for you.” She stroked her fingers softly through his fur. “What do you think about that?” The Umbreon purred again, happily, and then did something that she did not expect. He reached his muzzle up and pressed his lips against hers. Chatin’s eyebrows rose and she released a soft meep of surprise. She certainly hadn’t been expecting the pokemon to kiss her. But… she had to admit, it felt rather nice. Reliable; comforting, even. After the moment’s initial surprise, she readily relaxed into it, gently wrapping her arms around the eager creature. Oh, his fur was so deliciously soft; he hadn’t been in the wild long, that was for sure. Threading her fingers across his back, she gently scratched and kneaded at him. He tensed and purred louder, and then flicked his tongue against her lips. The thrill of taboo lashed through Chatin—trainers weren’t supposed to get ‘intimate’ with pokemon!—and she shivered with intoxicating delight. When he again eagerly flicked against her mouth, she parted and let him in. The Umbreon’s tongue surged inside of her, eagerly and passionately questing throughout her body. Chatin closed her eyes and mrrrffed with delight, the sound emerging as a muffled moan thanks to how close the Umbreon was pressed against her. The pokemon’s tongue was broad and flat and warm, like a canine’s, but also had a feline-like rough texture to it; not nearly as coarse or catching as a true cat’s tongue, but enough to tug at the sensitive bits of her mouth and make her shudder with stimulation and happiness. The Umbreon explored eagerly inside of her mouth, probing the roof of her mouth and squeezing her tongue with his own; he was hot, and wet, and tasted vaguely of salt. With every little bit of attention that he gave to her, Chatin’s body seized up with more and more delight. The thrill of making out with a pokemon was stirring more and more deeply inside her body. She could feel herself acting up and growing ‘sensitive’ to her new pokemon friend’s ministrations… And she quickly realized she was not the only one. The Umbreon was still in her lap, though raised on his hind legs to allow him to reach her mouth. His fore-torso and belly were pressing up against Chatin’s body, and she realized that something else—something hard and firm and insistent—was pressing there too. She broke her kiss from him with a moan, a glistening trail of saliva connecting their two muzzles for a second, while the Umbreon whined needily and continued humping against her, his quickly unsheathing cock forming a distraction that she could hardly bear with. Chatin stole a glance between his legs and felt even more flustered. His cock was vivid red, like a Cheri Berry, and like his tongue mixed both canine and feline aspects. He had a mostly canine shape to him, complete with a fat knot, but small barbs peppered his shaft. He was well-hung for a beast his size; Chatin wondered with a shudder what it might feel like to have such a thing inside of her. A whine stole her attention and she returned her gaze to the Umbreon’s face. He was looking at her with sad focus, whining with his overlarge eyes fixated on her. While he did obviously want sex—and so, if she was being honest, did she—there was more to it than that. The poor Umbreon clearly wanted a connection, a bond. Whether his old trainer had abandoned him or simply been victim of an accident, he was alone… save for a chance encounter that promised new connection. And Chatin realized that she wanted it for him as well. She wasn’t just going to be this pokemon’s trainer or even a sexual partner. She was going to be his lover, with all that suggested, all that entailed. “Go on,” she said softly, spreading her legs and reclining to give him better access. Her plump-lipped pussy was warm and dripping from arousal. Gently, she pressed her hands on the Umbreon’s rump and steered him to the right position. “We both want it…” With an affirming yip, the Umbreon braced his paws on her tummy—and then thrust in. Chatin’s voice peaked and she mewled happily. Oh gods, the sensation of having him inside of her was sublime. He was the perfect size; thick enough to make her ache deliciously as he spread her apart, yet not overlarge to the point where it was more distracting and painful than not. He held inside for a moment and dragged out of her, and Chatin’s pupils narrowed and she squealed delightedly. The sensation of her new pokemon’s barbs nicking and kissing against her sensitive inner walls was an absolute treat, and she felt almost dizzy from the sensation. The interplay of all the barbs stimulating her pussy was an overwhelming, distracting sensation that she was enthralled to. The Umbreon, for his part, seemed quite eager to continue. With his paws still draped over Chatin’s stomach, he braced himself and thrust back in, both harder and faster this time. Chatin bucked slightly and vocalized her delight, only to melt with delight as he pulled back again. The miracle of having a barbed cock was that whether he was going in or out, she was getting stimulated either way. The presence of his barbs and his sheer girth quickly brought her close to orgasm; as she edged ever closer, Chatin clenched greedily around his cock, pushing and squeezing for all she was worth around him. The tight pressure left the Umbreon feeling delightfully erotic and spurred him to dial up his pace and tempo even more. With his paws flexing against her stomach, he braced himself and started hammering into her. Chatin saw stars as her pussy was absolutely ravaged by this friendly new beast. His throbbing bone sunk into her, and when it pulled out, it was absolutely drenched in her fluids. She felt giddily proud at that. She’d done that. It was her handiwork… Gods, she ached with pleasure. It was almost unreal how passionate and delightful she found this. Her body clamored eagerly for more. By now, the Umbreon was plapping into her with such force that she felt weak in the knees. Nevertheless, she kept on squeezing and clenching around him, spurring him ever onward. His barbs continued stimulating her beyond what she could’ve considered doable, and then she felt his fat knot nudging insistently against her outer lips. That finally proved too much and she broke, sobbing incoherently, as she came. Her pussy fluttered like mad around his cock and he took it as an invite to shove right in. His knock spreeeeaaaddd her open and squatted insistently down in her tunnel; she felt almost dizzy from the sensation of having him inside. Tied up as they were, when he throbbed and pulsed her full of spunk, it had nowhere to go but deeper, leaving the anthro skunk feeling blissfully, intoxicatingly full. She reclined happily, slowly stroking the Umbreon’s head as they mutually ebbed down from orgasm. What a good boy he was. Chatin knew that the moment she was more coherent, she would need to find a ball to catch him in. Not just a normal poke ball, no. He deserved better than that. Perhaps a Love Ball… She flushed. Was she really thinking romantically about this creature? She was. And she found herself eagerly anticipating that tonight’s tryst wasn’t just a one-off encounter. They may have met by chance, but this was going to turn both their lives around. She just knew it.