Necro-Poké-Philia 2
It was a quiet night doing the most boring but most necessary of jobs for Jon: filing paperwork of
the corpses in the morgue that have been inspected. He has worked here for around two or three months,
quietly doing the paperwork and autopsy work on wild Pokémon that wound up in the morgue. A pen
effortlessly gliding along papers, the tapping of a keyboard, the long sips of bitter coffee; it was all the
usual work.
There was a ringing from Jon’s phone, an urgent ringing from his boss, Monica. Upon answering
it, her somewhat panicked voice came over the receiver. “Jon, Jon! Are you in your office? We need you
by the loading bay!” She said, the sound of somewhat messy driving coming over the speaker as the
owner of this morgue was unprofessionally talking with a rather bombastically entertained and enthralled
voice. “I’m working with the police and, and, there was a big bust! I’ll tell you more when I get there,
which is in five minutes, so hurry!”
Click! As the smartphone’s screen faded to black, Jon was left somewhat stunned by the sudden
check in call from his eccentric boss. Whenever there was some big event of crimes involving Pokémon
or anything like this, there was a frantic and almost psychopathic lull in her voice. This time, it was much
more intense than usual.
With a long sigh, Jon got up from his desk and began to make his way down to the loading dock.
“What the hell happened this time…” he said with a soft groan, the not so fun paperwork having drained
his mood. By the time he got down there, coffee cup in hand, the great big door opened. As the door
opened and a truck began to file back into the loading bay, a tarp covering multiple larger corpses. Then,
as the big bay doors shut, the driver’s side of the truck opened and Monica stepped out.
“Okay, here’s the scoop and the job!” The woman said, stepping out and getting a cart for the
bodies. “You’re getting paid overtime if you take too long with this because it needs to be done tonight.
There was a raid on an illegal Pokémon drugging and selling operation, the Pokémon fought back, a lot
were killed. This is the first batch of three and these are for you to take care of.” She dramatically lifted
the tarp off and shown a Braixen, Lucario, and Umbreon all riddled with bullet holes, blood and dirt
matted in their furs.
Jon looked at them and slowly began to pull the male Lucario onto the cart by the legs, huffing
with the sheer size of the canine almost his size. “I’m going to assume the usual stuff? Clean them, take
note of injuries, store them?” He said while wriggling his fingers into the warm fluff of the female
Braixen’s arms, dragging her onto the taller Lucario.
Nodding while slowly scooping up the small, male Umbreon into her arms, Monica continued.
“On top of blood and drug tests for them! Gotta know if those psychos were giving these guys cocaine or
whatever else they like to give to Pokémon to make them… appetizing to buy.” She set the dark furred
animal onto the fluffy belly of the vixen and patted it. “Well, you got your instructions. And the usual
paperwork, but you do that so fast it almost doesn’t need to be said. Have a good night!”
With a simple nod and not too many questions, Jon took the trio of corpses away to the cleaning
room. The sound of the truck starting up once again and driving out the moment the loading bay door was

open filled the air the simple worker escorted the corpses away. All of the floppy, dead, warm bodies
were taken to a small room like a bathroom. Leaving the cart by the tub, Jon began to run the water and
get gloves on for the wet and hot process.
First his gentle touch brought the limp, medium dog sized Umbreon off of the small pile of
bodies. He slowly set the black furred body into the warm water, ever so carefully running his hands over
the bullet holes along the plush chest. Keeping the head out of the water, the lifeless red eyes seemed to
be locked in an expression of pure thankfulness, the mouth lulled open in a gasp for breath. A sponge in a
gloved hand rolled over the Umbreon’s black fur, gently sponging out the dirt and blood from his warm
little body. Rolling against the oval ears and down the sleek furred back, Jon’s hands scrubbed the corpse
of one of his favorite Pokémon. His hands rolled over the plush belly, down further to feel the small
sheath and balls in his grasp; the warmth radiating from the corpse was intoxicating.
Setting the soft black and yellow Umbreon off to the side and giving him a gentle scrubbing to
wash all the water and soap out of his fur, the worker turned his attention to the Braixen. Being heavier
and larger, he struggled for a moment to lift her fluffy form into the tub, having to keep half of her entire
body out to even begin washing her. Taking up the sponge once more, Jon began to scrub and clean her
stomach, rolling along the bleeding bullet holes that riddled the black, yellow, and red fur. Soaking the
sponge and moving upward, the Braixen’s pretty face stained with blood from a headshot was scrubbed
clean, her lovely blue eyes being closed in the process. Cleaning lower down, along her soft thighs and
warm slit, Jon quickly began to pull out the vixen’s corpse as he noticed a stream of piss from rigor
mortis starting to fill the hot bath!
Repeating the process of setting the body aside and giving it a gentle, caring rinsing and drying,
Jon’s attention was then placed on the Lucario. Noticing the erect canine cock, the worker slowly moved
in and gently touched it with his soaped-up glove. A groan came from the what would be corpse, the
fighting type Pokémon completely awake and groaning, whimpering, whining in pain. It was a surprise,
to be sure, but Jon would come closer as the glimmering amber eyes flicked open. He was experienced in
the field enough to know that there was no real saving the pretty canine, so he gave the Lucario a simple
smile and spoke in a hushed tone.
“Hey, hey, it’s okay. It hurts a lot right now, right?” He spoke in a calming voice, his gloved hand
slowly rubbing the feral dog dick. “I’m gonna help that pain go away, okay? It’ll be… a little worse for a
moment, but it’ll feel better after. Does that sound nice?” Jon spoke to the Lucario like a concerned
parent, watching the little whimpering nod come from the jackal like Pokémon. Nodding himself in
return, both of his hands were placed to the Lucario’s chin and the other to his forehead. Then, with a
quick SNAP the jackal spasmed for only a moment and fell dead, limply lying on the cart like he did
before he woke up in pain.
Not wanting the tub to be filled with more corpse piss, Jon gently began to massage above the
Lucario’s still erect cock, trying to see if he had any to give. Finding no sign of a full bladder, he
struggled to lift the largest of the three figures into the tub. With the water filling up to his bullet filled
belly, the limp and twitchy canine laid there in the warm water, a sponge rolling against his body. It was
just the usual cleaning other than the occasional twitch from the corpse, the warmth slowly leaving the
body.

Once all three of the corpses were properly washed and prepared for their journey into the bowels
of the morgue, Jon piled them on together. The cart with mostly dry, stone dead, and pleasantly warm
Pokémon was wheeled into the main body of the morgue, going past the usual storage containers for
bodies and onto the testing lab. It was a little uneasy for Jon as he poked the three corpses one after
another with needles again and again. Blood, samples of muscle content, even on how fertile they were!
There were about five extractions from each, the needles taking away much needed data as the tests
would take time.
Even though it was protocol to set the corpses away in the little metal boxes with name tags and
such, there was a panging in Jon’s heart to do more than seal away the lovely, limp bodies. After setting
the first batch of tests to begin, the horny human slowly began to free his bulge from the restraints of
jeans. Jon pressed his cock between the warm bodies of the Braixen and Lucario, feeling the bullet
wounds pressing against his sensitive shaft. While using the two limp bodies to play with his cock for a
moment, his free hand rubbed against the Umbreon’s head in a gentle petting.
“Mmmm… do you want to go first, little guy?” His soft words flowed down to the limp, dark
furred Pokémon. As he pulled away and slowly grabbed the plush ass of the feral Umbreon, Jon gently
pulled at the plump asshole to stretch it. “Nice and tight for me? Thank you, I really appreciate this…~”
Jon’s praise groaned through the air as his fully erect cock pierced into the Umbreon’s tight asshole,
stretching it around its girth and eventually pressing in deep enough so their balls were touching!
A lovely groan came as the man put his warmth all the way within the smaller Pokémon’s body,
starting to bend over the Umbreon and the pair of corpses it was resting on. The black furred Pokémon
was nice and warm, a sweet heat radiating from the tight asshole that seemed to even warm up Jon’s
cock! With slow and steady thrusts, the aroused morgue worker gently held the Umbreon’s mouth open
with his fingers, thrusting and pressing in nice and deep. Heat rising between the two bodies, dead and
alive, the erect cock slapped its balls against the limp corpses’, then slowly withdrew all the way from the
tight tailhole.
Jon wrapped his hands around the Umbreon’s torso, pulling the corpse up and turning him around
until the lifeless red eyes were gazing at him. The erect cock was gingerly slipped onto the open maw of
the Pokémon, sliding down the tight and narrow throat as far down as it would go. Moans of pure
pleasure came as Jon slowly leaned back, dragging the plush Umbreon off of the Braixen’s lifeless body,
making the black furred Pokémon be supported completely by the cock in its mouth! Steady thrusts in and
out of the sweet maw came as the gentle hands held and supported the soft Pokémon, holding and rubbing
the plush body and feeling the still warmth that was in his flesh.
“I’d try to take you home if I could, you cute little Umbreon~” Jon groaned as he thrusted in
deeper than before, his balls slapping against the chin of the canine. “Clean you up, have you as a snuggly
little plush toy…~ Mmmm~ But I’ll get in a lot of trouble with that, so I’ll play with you while you’re
here. Does that sound okay?” His words lustfully groaned to the floppy ears of the Umbreon in his grasp,
looking down into the blank, blissfully empty red eyes.
Gingerly tugging the canine off of his shaft, Jon pulled the dead Pokémon close to his chest and
gave him a little kiss on the forehead, right in the middle of the yellow ring. Setting the Umbreon aside on
the desk, away from any important papers, the worker’s attention was directed to the pair of bodies lying

on the cart. They were moist, the water from the little bath they had still mattin the red and yellow fur of
the Braixen and the blue and black fur of the Lucario.
With how the pair of bodies laid against one another, the morgue worker smirked as an idea
sparked in his mind. Jon’s soft hands rolled up against the Braixen’s body, heaving the vixen up to his
body. The warmth of her flesh was pleasant, the cold grasp of death not affecting her severely enough to
cool the fluffy fire that was her furred body. Holding the limp corpse in his arms, almost pulling her body
into a hug, Jon turned her around to face away from himself. Shuffling around, he would push the Braixen
down onto the Lucario, making a soft slap as flesh and fur connected against itself again.
Adjusting the legs and limp arms, the two anthropomorphic Pokémon looked like they were
embraced in a lustful sixty-nine position. The Braixen’s soft and floppy tongue lulling out on the erect
Lucario cock, muzzle pressed into the musky and warm sheath. It was a cute scene that Jon constructed
with the warm bodies draped over each other in a lovely embrace, pulling out his phone to take a picture
of the pair locked in a dead hug. The Lucario’s face was even buried between the plush thighs of his
vixen friend, warm and wet nose against the warm slit!
Snickering to himself while snapping a few more pictures of the lovely scene before him, Jon
returned to his work for only a moment. As soon as the brief bit of starting a new blood test came, the
worker’s attention went to the open mouth of the Braixen laying against the jackal; her limp, welcoming
maw was a perfect spot for his erect shaft. With his cock slowly slipping within the warm mouth of the
corpse, Jon sighed in pleasure as his balls rested against the Lucario’s cock right beneath.
Gentle hands grasped the fluffy ears of the floppy fox, the worker starting to thrust his hips
deeper into her warm tunnel. Feeling the limp tongue and unmoving jaw against the sensitive shaft as it
slipped in deeper and deeper, Jon let out a lustful moan. Braixen’s teeth scraped lightly on the underside
of the throbbing cock deep within her throat, drawing even more pleasure for the one using her corpse
beyond her life. The erect cock of the Lucario rubbed against Jon’s own sensitive bits, one of the human’s
hands going from the fluffy Braixen ear to the warm shaft of the jackal’s corpse.
Throat fucking the lovely vixen and giving a hand job to the Lucario limp beneath her body. Both
of the bigger Pokémon were played with, their soft and malleable bodies laying there for Jon’s complete
pleasure. Seeing the eyes rolled back in deadly bliss in the Braixen’s skull, the necrophiliac groaned as his
shaft was slowly pulled out of the wet and warm mouth. He would slowly crouch down to be face to face
with the vixen Pokémon and the Lucario’s erect cock, smelling the sweet musk and saliva from the
respective sources.
Gasping as the morgue worker kissed the Braixen’s lulling maw, wriggling his tongue and tasting
the saliva of the fresh corpse. The sweet musk of the Lucario’s standing cock was lingering into Jon’s
mouth; his lips pressed to the vixen’s while the smell wafted into his nose. Suckling on the Braixen’s
tongue, he slowly moved away and dragged out the warm, soft bit of flesh before turning to the erect
cock.
Jon dragged himself away with a lustful sigh, pressing his face into the warm balls of the fresher
corpse, the body heat barely leaving at all. The sweat, dirt, all of the blood that dribbled down; it all
flooded into his nose and filled the necrophiliac with pure arousal. The scent, even the spittle from the
Braixen looming above the cock, was just intoxicating and lovely. Nuzzling his nose into the blue furred

nuts of the Lucario, Jon could only groan and stick his tongue out to lick the fluffy balls. The taste was
just as intense as the smell; only the most intense of scents and tastes remained after the simple washing.
Sliding away from the tasty cock and balls, Jon sighed while starting to lift the Braixen off of the
Lucario’s body. Her larger body was set onto the floor, leaning against the desk ever-so carefully so the
vixen wouldn’t fall over. As the morgue worker set the Braixen aside, he then slowly pressed himself
against the Lucario’s limp body; his body laid down across the jackal’s warm form. Jon pressed his cock
on the face of the Pokémon, his face nuzzling once again into the warm, smelly crotch. Burying his face
into the blue furred sheath and crotch, the necrophiliac groaned while sniffing the matted in scents that
just flooded, completely embraced his nose.
Grinding his crotch against the softened lips of the Lucario, Jon huffed while teasing the cock in
front of his face with his hands. Having a sweet and sensual embrace with the limp jackal, much like what
the Braixen before him did, sparked a lustful wave of pleasure to wrap around the worker’s body. Jon
could feel where the warmth of the vixen was on the Lucario before he moved her limp body aside, taking
a moment to look away from the erect canine cock to look at the fox leaning against the desk. The freeing
feeling of being in complete control of these corpses has such a blissful sensation to the necrophiliac. The
pleasure led him to thrust his cock into the open, limp, helpless mouth of the Lucario trapped in the
warmth of death beneath him.
As his cock head speared down the warm, the all-encompassing throat of the jackal without any
gagging or hesitation from the Pokémon graciously accepted it and took the tip all the way to the back of
the throat. Jon began to throat fuck the Lucario, his balls slapping against the dead jackal’s face again and
again and mushing the warm and wet nose into his sack. The corpse’s cock in front of him didn’t go
unattended as he enjoyed himself; his hands reached forward and began to stroke the large, canine dick,
rubbing against the still, blood filled veins. Recent death throes of the Pokémon warm and still like a
heating rock had the knotted dick standing high as if he was in lust while in the afterlife!
When the blaring beeping of the machine reading the blood samples of the three Pokémon in the
office started to steal away Jon’s attention, a disappointed groan came as him. He buried his face in the
blue fluff of Lucario’s sheath and balls, tasting the musk and sweat along with the soap he used earlier; all
he wanted to do was enjoy this and not have to worry about working! The beeping subsided, but Jon
knew that he had to get up and start the next test or else he’ll be here all night; although it wasn’t a bad
idea to him. Leaving his cock slathered in the saliva of the recently deceased jackal, the morgue worker
sluggishly returned to his work after pulling himself off of the lovely Lucario.
...
Changing out the blood samples, changing what sort of test was preformed, and the labor
inducing task of copying down the results took the better part of half an hour. Through his long stretch of
working on the midway point of his results, Jon had the company of the limp and longest dead Braixen!
Her mouth was heaven in the same way the Lucario’s was, just completely wrapped around his cock and
keeping it rather warm. The soft and fluffy fur of her ears were petted idly again and again through the
work he had to do, keeping one hand on his fuck toy fox and the other on his pen.
The cooling embrace of death had started to affect the three Pokémon as far as Jon could tell. The
warmth from the Braixen against his cock was definitely colder than before, maybe just barely above

room temperature because of the warmth of his shaft! The Umbreon he kept close on the desk, within
petting distance like it was a house cat, was slowly becoming colder and colder with every pet. As the
work was finished and put on hold until his manager Monica could come back and look over it, Jon
slowly pulled the chilled Umbreon into his lap as he waited.
As his fingers pressed into the soft and squishy belly of the dead Umbreon, he could feel how the
skin and fur was cooler to the touch. It was almost room temperature by the feeling in the small canine’s
body! Moving down further, the stiffness of death was palpable in the firmness of the Umbreon’s
sheathed cock and plump balls. All muscles have gone limp and had a stiff, unmoving feeling to them, as
if the Pokémon has been asleep for days on end without any moving! The sweat and moisture from before
has dried on the Umbreon’s small, plush like body; all of the black fur was so soft and clean while laying
a little ruffled over the messier bullet holes.
Jon sighed as he slowly rubbed the small canine’s head, pressing the matte black rear against the
Braixen’s face, his erection slowly fading in the vixen’s maw. Tugging at the fluffy ears of the fox to pull
her open maw from his dick, the necrophiliac slowly pressed his length against the soft sheath of his
Umbreon corpse toy. The cooler temperature of the plush belly was a familiar sensation to Jon as he
slowly pulled his own cock down lower, pressing it against the plump tailhole and slowly slipped in. The
Braixen, still caught between his legs, was held close with knees wrapped around her shoulders and
squeezing her to stay on her knees.
Feeling the tightness fade away from the relaxation and cooling the corpse went under, Jon sighed
and began to get up. First, he set the Umbreon on the desk once more, then let his hands gingerly move
the Braixen to rest against the wall under the desk. As he stood and carefully backed away to not disturb
the elegantly balanced fox corpse, Jon scooped up the Umbreon once again into his arms and carried his
limp body away towards the Lucario, just a few feet behind.
Approaching the cart that the stiff, cooling jackal was on, the necrophiliac plopped the dark
furred canine right onto the anthropomorphic jackal’s stomach. Shifting the Umbreon down further on the
limp Lucario’s stomach, pressing the plump asshole to the barely erect canine dick beneath. Jon’s hands
gently cupped both the dark butt of the Eeveelution and the sheathed cock of the jackal slowly pushing
the two corpses together to bask in the tiny embers of warmth they shared. With spit being dribbled from
the necrophiliac’s open mouth onto the larger canine’s cock, he pushed Lucario’s dick slowly and firmly
into the tight tailhole of the Umbreon!
It definitely looked like a tight fit, there being no way for the Eeveelution’s butt to take the
weighty knot of the much larger canine. With a slight snicker, Jon took a step back and observed the
scene he was making between the two Pokémon. He shifted in and moved the Lucario’s great paws
against the Umbreon’s smaller body as if he was embracing the Eeveelution and moving him along his
cock. Chuckling and stepping away again, Jon began to take pictures of the two embraced together in gay,
necrophiliac anal.
While moving to get a better picture, the morgue worker taking a break from his job accidentally
stepped on the Braixen’s leg! It was enough to make the vixen fall over with a meaty thunk against the
desk, slumping down with her legs sliding between Jon’s. Sucking his teeth in disappointment, the worker
set aside his phone and kneeled down to the limp corpse, gingerly taking the yellow, black, and red furred
fox into his arms. Jon’s fingers rolled against the soft furred skull of the Braixen, trying to feel if the fall

was enough to cause more damage to the already dead beauty. Gently holding and prodding the skull of
the vixen, barring the bullet hole in the dead middle her forehead, the worker tried to make sure he
wouldn’t get in trouble for further damaging a body!
Finding nothing, Jon sighed and pulled the limp fox close to his chest in a warm embrace, feeling
the coolness of her corpse against him. Fingers tangling in the Braixen’s matted fur, the warmth he gifted
to the long dead body, the limp mouth and cool nose pressing against his neck; it was all a blissful
sensation to hold the dead fox so close. With his digits grasping onto the soft fluff of the back of the
relatively uninjured Braixen’s head, Jon pulled her closer into his body and rest her muzzle against his
shoulder.
Grunting as he slipped his other hand down her back and cupping the black furred butt, the
necrophiliac pulled back and started to stand up with the fox securely held in his loving arms. Squeezing
Braixen in close and feeling her limp arms roll and flop against his arms, Jon smiled and heaved her up.
The cooled, stiff cunt was against his bulging crotch, the same dick that was taking refuge in the once
warm mouth just a few minutes earlier. Pressing her against the wall, feeling the cold body slump within
his grasp like the helpless, vixen shaped doll it was.
Huffing and groaning as he pressed his chest firmly against the plush furred front of the Braixen,
Jon pulled his hand out from behind her head down towards his cock. With a little shifting around, he
pressed the hot and heavy tip against the black lower lips of the vixen, feeling the stiffness in her folds
while pressing in. The muscles had no intention of moving in any way and felt unused for days, even
though she was alive and well around two hours ago. Cool, unmoving, firm; it all described the shivering
snatch that ever so softly squeezed around Jon’s cock as he thrust in deeper into it, feeling the once
furnace like walls limp and soft.
A sigh came as he pressed in, squeezing the chilled black butt of the poor Braixen, burying his
nose into her supple neck. Sniffing and smelling the dirt and sweat -- and a few hints of blood -- deep in
the matted fur, groaning with the lovely scent that filled his nose. Taking this vixen, Jon’s last prize to
care for and touch so roughly in play, was too much bliss for the one moment of placing his balls against
the cool cheeks of the dead Braixen.
“Ahh… yea…~ That’s good…~” Jon groaned out as he drew himself out, then slipping his cock
deeper into the chilled vixen’s cunt. Even thought the cold flesh wasn’t squeezing on his shaft like it
would’ve an hour ago, it was still the most pleasurable hole to fuck and fill with his dick. Soft, cool black
fur pressed against Jon’s crotch as he slapped himself deep within the Braixen’s dead and stiff snatch.
The thrusts and groans the necrophiliac made blinded his senses to the clicking of high heels and
the dragging of feet coming down the hallway to the little lab. Pleasure was distracting, all encompassing
in his mind as Jon forced himself in deeper! As his cock head kissed the loosened cervix of the Braixen,
he gasped and filled the empty womb with his warm spunk, giving the blissful hole good use and
restoring some warmth to it.
Suddenly, the knocking on the door was apparent, his boss pushing her way inside the office!
Monica appeared in her lab coat and with a limp Lopunny corpse in her arms, the male lapine looking like
he was shot up in the same incident a few hours ago. Emerald eyes were fixated on Jon as his dick
throbbed within the Braixen’s warmed up hole, going from his wide eyes to the fox’s glassy eyes.

Clearing her throat, Monica shifted her Lopunny away, hiding the bunny’s face covered in lipstick before
addressing Jon directly.
“Well… I’m going to get heading home myself.” She stated, digging into her pocket and pulling
out a set of keys before setting them on the chest of the Lucario. “A few of the Pokémon caught up in that
gang were shot and, well, taken to the hospital instead. Glad not… all of those cute things wound up
here.” It was painfully clear that she noticed the dick Jon had deep within the Braixen’s chilled cunt, but
didn’t want to say anything to make it more awkward than it already was.
Quietly nodding and panting in his once existent lust, Jon’s eyes went from Monica to the
Lopunny slumped over in her grasp, barely able to see the lipstick on its cheek. “O-oh, okay, I’ll… close
when I finish here.” He said, slowly pulling his cum stained cock out the dark furred lips of the Braixen,
carefully setting the corpse down and clumsily getting his pants back on instantly after. “Do you need me
to take the Lopunny from you?”
Shaking her head, Monica blushed with a smile forming on her lips. “Nah, this is… coming home
with me for some….” She trailed off while her emerald eyes flew away from her worker, who simply
nodded.
“Extra studies in… anatomy.” Jon finished for his boss, who simply nodded and snickered to
herself. Then, with a little wave and making the brown bunny corpse wave as well, Monica walked away
and closed the door to leave the necrophiliac alone with three corpses. All the wind was taken out of his
sails after a powerful orgasm and the awkward confrontation, leaving him to put the three corpses away.
After moving the Umbreon off the Lucario cock, he stacked the Braixen back atop the cart, the
Eeveelution gingerly planted on the vixen’s cum filled belly right after she was sturdily placed. He took
the corpses on a little trip to the ice-cold morgue itself, pushing the cart with their stiff and still bodies
dully looking with open, unblinking eyes. Little cards were printed for their containers to mark when the
bodies arrived and what Pokémon and sex was held within the metal container.
Jon gingerly lifted the Braixen into the first box, sliding her in head first so she was laying on her
back. The door closed and the card was fit into its position above the air tight door, a quick spurt as
cooling winds went rolling over the vixen’s corpse. At the next box, the Lucario was slipped in much the
same way, his longer body needing to be folding up a little with his legs pushed into a crouching position.
The card was put in the same way, the door shut with the same suction noise, and the blast of air was just
the same. Lastly, Jon went to put away the Umbreon, hesitating for a moment as the door was opened.
He looked down to the black furred Eeveelution and felt the cold, still body. His hand rolled
across the canine’s small form and a smile started to form across his face, feeling the ever so soft fur.
Closing the door of the container, no familiar hiss of cold air came as Jon took the Umbreon into his
arms.
“Well… I can take you home, can’t I? My little Umbreon, here to help me with.…” He chuckled
to himself while rolling his fingers over the oval ears of the Eeveelution, “Mmmm… some anatomy~”