"I know it's really sudden, sis, but I can't help it," Sheldon said apologetically, shrugging.

Sara sighed and nodded, crossing her arms. "I understand, I guess. But why can't you just put him in a PC, or a daycare?"

Sheldon shook his head, glancing down at the Umbreon in his arms. "I don't want to shove him into a container or fence him in like that! He deserves better. He's like a pet to me. But I can't bring him along to the competition, that's reserved for my six team members who actually know how to battle." 

The dark type growled at that remark, blinking his crimson eyes.

Sara didn't seem enthusiastic, especially after the pokemon's reaction. "Does he bite?"

Sheldon quickly shook his head. "No, no. He's perfectly tame, don't be fooled. And he's trained and all that. All you really have to do is keep him fed and watered, he takes care of himself."

Sara still didn't look happy, but she nods and sighs, holding out her arms; Sheldon slowly transferred the dark-furred eon to her hold. The Umbreon didn't look all that interested in what was going on, glancing between them both idly.

"I have to go," Sheldon added with a glance over his shoulder. Quickly he pulls a fifty from his pocket and hands it to Sara. "For your trouble." Then he dashes off, waving back to them. "Take care, you two!"

Sara seemed to brighten a bit at the introduction of cash, lightly smiling as she pocketed it and waved, holding the eon with the other arm. "Good luck with the competition!" Then she stepped back into the house with a quiet sigh. "Gah."

Sara was a woman just barely into her adult years, and living on her own. She'd only been independent for about two years, and she liked it so far. Her home was simple and clean, and she kept it that way as much as possible, just in case she ever met the right guy and wanted to invite him over. No such luck yet on that front, however.

She wasn't much to look at, by most people's standards. That wasn't to say that she was ugly - she had a fair face and a slim body, tall, with long brown hair, and averaged-sized breasts. Still, she didn't have much luck finding a nice guy who took an interest in her. Not that she was bothered by it - Sara often figured that the right person would come along eventually, and she'd just be ready when he did.

Sheldon was her brother, and quite an enthusiastic pokemon trainer. He loved both competing and also caring for his pokemon. Unfortunately, it meant he often juggled more than the usual team of six, and he was often quite busy taking care of them. This time was an exception - the contest he was attending wouldn't allow non-competing pokemon to attend, and he didn't want to shove the Umbreon into a daycare or worse, so he called on Sara for help. She inversely didn't find pokemon all that interesting, and would have preferred to not bother with them - but she did love her brother a lot and respected his rising skill at being a trainer, so she'd consented to helping him out.

But her home wasn't exactly geared towards pets. Sara glanced at the Umbreon with a slight bit of misgiving, as the dark eon padded around the living room, interestedly sniffing everything. "You better not make a mess or something... what's your name again? Sheldon didn't tell me."

"Umbre." The eeveelution padded back over to her, leaning his head back and displaying his collar. Sara crouched down, reading the tag - "Darkie."

"Of course. He's so imaginative." Sara had to giggle softly at the name, leaning back up and crossing her arms. Darkie didn't seem perturbed, returning to his casual exploration.

She tried for a moment to think of something to do with him - a game or activity. But short of taking him for a walk, which she didn't feel like doing, nothing came to mind. Besides, he seemed to be content exploring for the time being.

After a moment, Sara turned towards her bedroom. "I'm going to get a shower. Stay out of trouble, okay?" It was late in the afternoon, and she often liked to shower at that time and relax in the living room with a book or TV show - or decide to go out and enjoy the night life. She went into her room, not bothering to shut the door - nobody was there except for her and a pet, after all - and undressed, tossing her clothes into the hamper. 

It didn't take her long to start up a shower and step into it, relaxing as the warm stream soaked her skin. She loved hot showers, and took her time with them - sometimes taking a half-hour to clean herself. This time was no exception, and she hummed an idle tune as she scrubbed soap all across her body, along with a healthy dose of shampoo in her hair. 

In the meantime, Darkie simply wandered the household, looking rather bored. The terrain was new, and thus somewhat interesting to explore, but it didn't leave him with a whole lot to do. He padded across the kitchen counters, lounged on top of the dryer - nice and warm, that machine was - and glanced at the toilet in the bathroom. Good thing there was water to be obtained other than from that porcelain thing. He may have been an animal, but he wasn't that low.

He also found some amusement from leaping between table and counter in the kitchen, along with cupboards and the refridgerator. The distance between them was enough that it posed a small challenge, and he practiced his leaps for a little while before that bored him as well.

The sun began to set as Sara stepped out of the shower, softly humming to herself and toweling off, getting her skin and hair as dry as she could. Walking into her room, she tossed the wet towel into the hamper and stood in front of her full-body mirror, examining herself. She didn't do it because she was vain, or because she was afraid of ruining her figure - Sara just had a habit of 'checking up' on herself in this manner every time she stepped out of the shower.

Her eyes didn't catch the Umbreon strolling into the room, glancing up at her with interest - although she did see him in the mirror when he hopped up onto the bed.

Sara flinched and nearly covered herself up, having forgotten that she wasn't alone anymore. "Hey!" Then she blinked and relaxed - oh, right, it was just a pokemon. Big deal if it saw her! It wasn't like the Umbreon would have anything to tell Sheldon, after all. 

Darkie seemed not to notice her outburst, wagging his tail back and forth. "Bre."

Sara stood there for a moment, watching him. It was honestly a little thrilling to be completely nude in someone else's presence, even if it was just a pokemon. Strange, the thoughts that went through one's mind when living alone. "You're actually kinda cute," she muttered with a smile, stepping closer to gently pat his head. Darkie's response was to purr and nuzzle her hand in affection, his tail wagging even faster. To her fascination, his rings began to glow as well.

"Aww! That's adorable!" Giggling, Sara sat on the edge of the bed, rubbing a finger along his forehead ring. "I guess I misjudged you, little guy." She'd expected that caring for a pokemon would be no different than a cat or dog, both of which she found uninteresting. But he seemed to have a bit of personality to him, not to mention a unique appearance - she had no idea his rings could glow, and they were stunning.

Darkie took to the attention with a big smile, crawling without warning into her lap and nuzzling her stomach. Sara shivered and patted his back, giggling in response. "Hee, your fur's ticklish." But she liked the warmth he had, holding his body in her lap and brushing her hand down his side.

That was when things took a strange turn. Darkie twisted his body to face hers and planted his hinds on each of her legs, paws reaching up to rest on her chest as he leaned upwards, licking at her face. Already growing fond of the dark type, she allowed this, leaning down to feel his tongue brushing her cheeks and rubbing her hands down his back. But he didn't stay there that long - instead his muzzle lowered down to her breasts, interestedly nosing at the left one and giving the nipple a gentle lick.

This motion sent a jolt of surprise through Sara, and she nearly pushed him off of her at that point. But it had felt good... which disarmed her to the point that the would-be shove was a mere tap of her finger on his forehead. "Hey, quit that." 

Darkie blinked and seemed further intrigued, ignoring her tap and giving her breast another lick, right before suddenly wrapping his muzzle's lips around the nipple and suckling softly on it. 

Sara gasped in shock, feeling temporarily paralyzed by the sensation. Good god, what was this eon doing? It was so sudden and unexpected that she just didn't know what to do about it. Her brain went to autopilot, but all she could focus on was how good it felt. 

Darkie seemed quite happy with this turn of events, giving her breast a loving suckle with his lips, his tongue brushing back and forth across that sensitive bump. After a moment, he swiftly transferred to the other one, giving it the same treatment and wagging his tail.

Sara finally groaned and just relaxed, shifting herself further onto the bed and laying down on her back. "F-Fuck it... I don't know what you're doing, but... d-don't stop." She was confused as to what had brought this behaviour on from the eon, but he wasn't hurting her... and they were alone. It was surprising how strange or even creepy ideas seemed much more reasonable when protected by the cloak of relative islolation. Pokephilia was not a topic she thought much about, but it wouldn't hurt to experiment with it a little, right? 

Darkie certainly seemed more than willing. The Umbreon took his time with the second breast, even going as far as to prod it with one of his sharp canines, tongue lavishing it with a copious amount of wet and warm licks. Sara could only lay still and let out the occasional moan of enjoyment, wondering just how far the dark type was going to go with this. She even felt a slight bit of fear - if he wanted to go farther than she was willing, he could probably put up a fair fight of it. And that only thrilled her more, to her surprise.

The dark type suddenly left it alone, leaning up and purring, his four paws resting on either side of her torso. He waited until she'd raised her head in confusion, her eyes meeting his crimson own, before he began to step backward - pushing her legs apart and standing in between them, unsubtly leaning down to lap once at a certain spot.

Sara's eyes widened as she laid  her head back down. Oh god, he really was going somewhere with this. Nervously she waited, keeping her legs spread and body flat... and there it was again, his feral tongue brushing against her entrance! A moan escaped her as she slightly arched her back at the sensation. It seemed so odd, perhaps wrong, even, but she didn't want him to stop for even a second.

She kept her eyes shut... focusing purely on touch for this moment. And it was quite the sensation. She could feel his wet tongue lapping at her folds eagerly, the slippery muscle spreading a thin layer of saliva across her skin. The feeling was only spiking her arousal further, and the human's body was reflecting this; and soon Darkie was tasting not only her flesh, but natural fluid as well, with a distinctly feminine taste. Purring, he doubled his efforts, licking up every drop he could get to. 

Of course, it didn't take long for the Umbreon to go for the source itself. Sara's eyes again widened upon feeling his tongue push past her folds and penetrate her, sliding along her inner walls to lap at her juices. "O-Oh.... Darkie..."  The human spread her legs a little further and slightly arched her back. If she had any qualms about doing something of this nature with a pokemon, they were gone now; it simply felt too good, too amazing, for her to protest.

And it was obvious that Darkie was having quite the enjoyable time as well. The Umbreon was purring loudly as he lapped at her nether region, tail wagging back and forth with rings lit up brightly. Sara couldn't see it, but the pokemon's blood-red penis was slowly extending as well, thanks to her scent and taste staining the dark type's mind. With a short push, he penetrated her entrance with his muzzle - his nose and the first inch of his muzzle sliding inside and rubbing against her walls, licking as far in as he could with an excited shiver. The Umbreon didn't expect that a human could be so... appealing... but he was loving every second of it, and doing his best to please her and get a good taste of her fluids.

It was too much for Sara. For a woman who wasn't sexually active at all, this was an overwhelming sensation. With a low cry, gripping the bed tightly with hands, Sara steeled herself; Darkie blinked and mumbled incomprehensively into her womanhood as it clamped down on his muzzle like a vise, a wave of her natural juices attempting to spill past it. The Umbreon did his best to drink it all, growling in enjoyment, lapping up her fluids as if he hadn't had a drink in days; even still, a fair bit of it made its way past his lips, staining the fur on his muzzle and dripping to the bed below, along with her strong scent clinging to his nose.

Sara could only lay still, gasping for air and riding her afterglow, overwhelmed by the cacophony of emotions running through her veins. Darkie slowly pulled back, licking his lips with a purr, tail wagging back and forth in excitement. The human had a strong and arousing taste, and he'd quite enjoyed the drink she provided him.

Shakily, Sara reached out to pet his head, but stopped partway upon seeing his red shaft hanging between his legs. The Umbreon clearly wanted her to see it - he'd put both fores on her legs and lifted his front end upward so that it was plainly visible, swaying his hips back and forth so that the stiff rod swung left and right, his furry orbs similarly swaying behind them. Sara stared in shock for a long moment, the dark type seemingly content to keep displaying his equipment to her as long as she was looking, a distinct smirk on his face. Sway, sway, back and forth, sway sway, the cock swinging like a pendulum between his hind legs.

Finally Sara's hand resumed its motion, although it redirected to between his legs, wrapping her fingers around the throbbing red flesh. It fascinated her; she certainly wasn't a stranger to what male genitalia looked like, but this wasn't human in the slightest. Bright crimson, canine shaped, a knot at the base, a furry pouch and hanging balls behind them... it was alien and different. Perhaps even... exotic.

Darkie purred loudly and made a point of humping at her hand with a roll of his hips; she blinked and let go of it, staring back up at the dark type's face. As she did so, the Umbreon pushed forward, lowering his groin from its displaying height and lining it up with her entrance.

Sara's eyes widened as she realized what he was about to do. "Wait, don't - !"

With a growl, Darkie thrusted forward.

"Aahh!" Eyes still wide, Sara flopped back, nearly paralyzed again. The canine's cock had slid in with no resistance at all, her entrance well lubricated thanks to his treatment. And God... it was something she couldn't quite describe. She could feel that feral malehood INSIDE of her, throbbing WITHIN her... 

Darkie seemed similarly stunned. Again, he'd underestimated her, believed the human female wouldn't be nearly as good a lay as a feral 'mon would be. But her inner folds were sensitive to his member, squeezing and rubbing it even as it lay dormant within her womanhood, slickening it with her fluids. Despite being a bit larger than the average female 'mon, it was no less adept at servicing his cock than any he'd ever experienced. The male growled softly in bliss, placing his fores on either side of her torso and leaning forward to lick her cheek; it was a bit of a stretch for the dark type, being barely over half her height, but he managed.

Sara slowly raised her head to stare at him - stare at the Umbreon crouched on top of her, with its penis resting inside of her. It was almost unreal, but exhalerating... her hand raised to lightly scritch behind his ears. "You could h-have asked..."

Darkie seemed amused by that, lapping at her lips with a grin. Sara held still as he did so, then surprised both herself and the Umbreon by suddenly leaning forward to lock lips with him, driven by some unknown urge. It was the first time she'd seen the Umbreon's eyes show genuine surprise; their lips didn't quite fit, his muzzle an ill match for her human mouth. But after feeling the initial surprise, Darkie dove into the kiss with a will, growling as he lightly gnawed on the human's lower lip and shoving his tongue inside of her mouth to rub and explore. Sara let out a moan of both bliss and fear, feeling his teeth prodding her skin and his heated, wet canine tongue probing inside of her mouth, drawing in a shaky breath. Oh god, this was so wrong, and yet so right...

As surprisingly blissful as the kiss was, Darkie soon tired of it. After all, he had a willing female wrapped around his shaft - that was hard to ignore. So he slowly let go of her lips, licking once at them as he drew back with a purr. The dark type waited long enough for Sara to lift her head, blinking blearily at him, before he suddenly pulled back and thrusted into her again.

Sara let out a yelp - an embarrassing sound - and laid her head back down in a hurry, squinting her eyes shut. Her hand was still on his head, and it siezed his black fur with a surprising strength. "D-Don't play around," she murmured, loosening her grip and scritching behind his ears. "Show me a good time, boy. Show me what you can do."

Darkie was surprised to actually finding himself enjoying her commands. To be told to make the female enjoy the sexual intercourse - instead of feeling demeaning or belittling, it felt like a drive, a mission. One he intended to complete. With a low growl and an accompanying smile, the feral shifted his paws to her sides and gripped tautly, keeping claws sheathed as he slowly began to thrust.

Sara laid absolutely still at that point, her hand dropping from his head to rest on the bed below, letting out a quiet gasp. He was taking control, all right - and she loved it. The female's breath was shuddering and weak, her body similary shivering as she felt the male's cock sliding in and out of her repeatedly, wet and lewd shlicking sounds accompanying every rub of that red throbbing flesh against her wet inner walls. "O-Oh god..."

Darkie was looking down at her with a grin, tongue hanging loose as he panted in a canine fashion, rolling his hips and humping her with a will. Her slightly larger sex was still quite a tight hole to penetrate, and her walls never failed to give his red malehood a tight squeeze with every forward thrust he gave. "Umbre," he murmured with a slight gritting of his teeth. After helping her release with his tongue, staining his tastebuds with her juices, he wasn't exactly in the mood to take this slowly - and as he followed up his short declaration with a louder growl, he sped up the pace without warning, rocking his body back and forth as his member slid in and out of her at a much faster pace.

Sara had to look - as tempting as it was to lay still and let the feral have his way with her body, she wanted to see the act itself. So the human lifted her head, panting for air in a similar fashion as the Umbreon, watching his red cock slide back and forth between her legs. Not to mention feeling it push past her inner walls again and again... it was just... with a groan, she laid back down. No good; it was too much to focus on, all she could do was lay still and experience it.

Darkie was happy to oblige her urges, his speed increasing at a slow but steady pace, his furry orbs smacking between her legs with every forward thrust. His knot was bumping at her lips, threatening to go inside with each thrust, but he held it back, knowing its swelling would likely mark his release, and he wanted to enjoy the sensation of fucking this female for a little longer.

Sara certainly wasn't complaining. The session was overwhelming, her mind barely able to comprehend the sensations slamming into it. "Darkie... f-faster," she begged, her sex gripping and pulling at his member, wanting all of it, wanting to be filled.

Darkie could tell the female was already close to releasing once again - he wasn't sure if it was simply her lack of sexual activity (which was obvious even to him) or his own skill, although he certainly fancied to think it was the latter. The dark type continued to growl loudly as he humped her, rapidly thrusting in and out of her thoroughly-wet sex with a vigor. The knot kept spreading her lips each time it went forward, close to entering but never actually doing so, his canine cock dripping a fair amount of precum in a steady stream. He'd make her cum first, no matter how long it took...

It didn't talke Sara too long, actually. Having a large member bouncing in and out of her was quite the sensation on its own, but the fact that it was canid and belonging to a pokemon of all things... she found it to be quite the turn-on, quite the sensation. Her hands gripped the bed as she loudly moaned again and again, unable to speak, feeling her release coming a second time but much more forceful than before, to compensate for the red shaft inside of her... 

"D-Darkie!" Somehow she managed to choke that word out as her mind was slammed with a psychological train, craning her  head back against the bed as her second orgasm hit. Again her inner walls squeezed and pulled in the throes of release, spilling fluid - but this time, instead of a muzzle and tongue, it was tending to a male's tool, and quite efficiently. The fluids squelched and squirted past Darkie's cock as he snarled and thrusted forward powerfully, slamming his knot into her. Immediately it swelled, tugging at her lips as he jackhammered her body with rapid and brutal mini-thrusts, gritting his teeth together as his own release came - firing strand after strand of his fertile sperm deep within the female, flowing into her womb as he spurted more and more cum from his red malehood. For several long seconds he kept up the rough thrusts, knot repeatedly tugging at her lips and his shaft burying itself as far into her womanhood as it could, the tip efficiently spilling its seed past her cervical barrier and into her womb... the male completing his drive to breed and impregnate, even if they technically couldn't breed. It was all in the mind, the drive to copulate, and he still felt that feral and alpha-like satisfaction regardless. He'd sown his seed into a female; he'd done his job.

The moment, the peak, seemed to last an age. Then it was over, gone in an instant. Sara laid utterly still, panting, her mind marveling over the feeling of the dark type's semen flowing into her like that. "Oh god... oh god."

Darkie seemed considerably more relaxed, resting his head between her breasts and grinning at her with a happy purr. She'd been quite a tight and sensual lay, and there was no doubt that he was satisfied with her. "Bree..." His paws loosened, rubbing up and down her bare skin with soft strokes, his tail wagging energetically once more behind her. And she also got a look at his rings again, which were now shining brightly. With afterglow still dancing in her mind, she reached out with a hand to brush a finger around his forehead ring, feeling its heat and listening to his purring.

"That... that was amazing, Darkie," she murmured with a smile, her hand now petting behind his ears. The Umbreon took her praise with a louder purr and a smile, nuzzling between her breasts with a sway of his rump.

Sara didn't know how a knot worked exactly; and in this case, it didn't matter much. The female was large enough that the knot's tie wasn't tight enough - instead, she only felt a slight twinge of pain as Darkie suddenly pulled out of her, his red member bobbing between his legs as he stepped back and grinned, the malehood dripping with their combined juices. Sara glanced at it and the messy bedspread with a groan. "Looks like I got to wash the sheets... and maybe get another shower while I'm at it," she muttered with a wan smile, sitting up and patting his head. Darkie seemed unconcerned with the mess on the bedding, simply purring from her attention as his spent shaft slid back into the furry pouch that held it.

She smiled and leaned down to kiss his forehead ring, lips brushing the glowing fur, the heat making them tingle. "You'll be here for awhile before Sheldon gets back, right?" Darkie nodded at her comment, blinking his crimson eyes. "Then I hope we have some more fun later," she added with a grin, suddenly hugging the Umbreon to her chest. Darkie wagged his tail energetically at that, licking at her ears and purring.

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"How's he been?"

"Darkie's been great!" Sara was on the phone with Sheldon, the Umbreon in her lap and resting with a loud purr as her hand traversed his back, acting very much like a lapcat. "No trouble at all. He's actually a sweet little thing. I'm enjoying his company."

"I'm glad to hear that!" Sheldon certainly sounded happy, although a bit rushed. "I just wanted to check on you guys, but I gotta go, they're doing checks of everyone's pokemon teams. And it's almost time to feed them too. Talk to you later, sis!" 

"Talk to you later, Sheldon," she replied with a smile, hanging up the phone and now using both hands to pet the dark type, who vibrated with loud purring and a bright shine to his rings.

And she spent the remainder of her evening simply enjoying his presence, holding the Umbreon in her lap and lavishing it with petting and rubbing as he enjoyed it, even flipping over to let her rub his belly with a loud purr. She couldn't help but glance over at the furry sheath and orbs between his hinds while she did so, smiling to herself. The curious female would certainly be investigating and learning this pokemon's anatomy in detail before too long, that was for sure...