It was the end of another long day in the Kalos region, and the humans — Ash, Serena, Clemont, and Bonnie — had set up camp for the night. Once again, same old same old: wake up, breakfast, training/practice sessions, lunch, playtime, then more training until now. It was routine as clockwork, but Braixen didn’t mind. (Any day was a win when that Team Rocket trio weren’t on their case!)
Braixen had been told they wouldn’t reach the next city for several days. Good. She wasn’t ready for the next Pokémon Showcase. Don’t get her wrong, she loved performing with her trainer and friends, it was her calling! Though sometimes she needed a break from it all. Tomorrow was set to be another glorious day; blue skies, warm temperatures. Serena and the other trainers promised the Pokémon a day of R&R, something to look forward to…
It was no good, she couldn’t stop thinking about Sylveon. The two girls had always been close, a perfectly normal friendship right up until Eevee evolved into that gorgeous Sylveon form… There had to be something wrong with her to see her friend in such a way. Inappropriate, erotic thoughts swimming through Braixen’s mind. Of course, she’d tried to block them out, tried getting back to normality amongst her friends. None of THEM seemed to have a desire in the world, mindlessly driven to impress their trainers. Ha!
But the urges were getting too much. As she sat there in Serena’s tent, eyeing Sylveon’s Poké Ball, a daring stole over her. The trainers had gone for a nighttime stroll, Pikachu going with them, everyone else returned to their Poké Balls. Braixen never did like sleeping in those things… too “alien.” Luckily for her, Serena seemed to understand she wanted to stay out that little bit longer, saying in Pokémon-tongue she’d mind the camp. Only Pikachu appeared to suspect something, though he left all the same.
Braixen waited for the group’s voices to fade; when at last they did, there was only the sound of the crackling fire, complemented with the soft rustling of trees.
The vixen’s heart was thumping madly in her chest, the palms of her hands sweating. She reached her right hand out, placing it upon the red-and-white sphere… and released her friend: The Eevee’s form, so distinct, grew in glorious white light, then the light dulled, revealing a somewhat-confused Sylveon.
“Braixen?” she spoke in that soft, melodic voice, looking around the tent. “You… you called me out. What’s the matter?”
A loving smile was about to tell all. Braixen brought a paw to the Vee’s cheek.
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