Fall was a rather interesting time of year for every pokemon of the forest. The whole area changed - leaves turned into darker shades of red and brown, falling to the ground in a steady stream. Trees slowly lost their colors, eventually reaching the point where not a single leaf was borne on their branches. The air became chillier, and most pokemon had to make precautions in order to stay warm. 

For the umbreon of this story - hereafter referred to simply as "Umbreon" - there was no exception. He'd gone on his usual hunt for berries and came up with a fair supply, returning them in leafy bundles to the small cave he called home. Ordinarily that was all he'd have to do, leaving him free to explore and do whatever he liked. But in the winter, and the periods before and after it, there was more to worry about - namely, his ability to stay warm. 

He had no way of starting a fire. And he didn't have any fire-type friends to call on for such a thing either - Umbreon lived alone in his cave. He wasn't unsociable, no - he often ran and played with various other denizens of the forest when he felt the urge to. But when winter came around, it was not surprising to see many pokemon roughing it out on their own. Such was Umbreon's life, in the cold winter months. 

Thankfully, he wasn't stupid. He knew a few tricks in order to stay warm. The leaves were his biggest asset - especially certain trees of the forest which dropped large ones, leaves nearly a foot long. He'd learned how to claw a tree enough to extract sticky resin, and use it in order to make a leaf canopy. It was messy work, and often ended with him in the cold river, attempting to wash his dirty fur... but it was worth it. After making a curtain to cover the mouth of his cave, the cold wind was drastically reduced, and body warmth had an easier time staying in the cave without slipping through the cracks. 

The second thing was much easier - that being to simply pile a lot of leaves in the cave and use them as a mixture of bedding and blanket. It was noisy to burrow into them, but also effective, trapping in body heat and keeping him somewhat warm. 

And the last thing was his rings - he could somewhat control them, and the brighter he shone them, the more heat they radiated. That, combined with the other techniques, usually meant he was able to stay warm during the nights. 

As the sun began to set, the red ball of fire lighting up the horizon while diminishing in intensity, Umbreon made his way back to the cave, using his tail to swat along a small pile of leaves. He had to add to it constantly, since using the pile meant a lot of crushed and crumpled leaves which had to be replaced. 

A low grunt escaped him as he swept past the curtain, keeping the leaves on its path with tailswipes, eventually reaching his rather large pile. A small smile adorned his face as he brushed them into the leafy mound, satisfied. He wouldn't have to go out into the cold again, not tonight. 

For a moment, he sat next to his pile of berries, picking one up with a paw to silently consume it. He was content - he had food to eat and a place to sleep that kept him out the cold. The only thing he didn't have was company - but he managed without it. Being alone certainly wasn't as bad as being cold or hungry. Not that he'd be averse to having another companion to stay with him... but it wouldn't do to pine about it. So he continued to eat, swallowing berry after berry until he was satisfied, and walking over to his pile of leaves. 

It didn't take him long to burrow into it and cover nearly every bit of himself in leaves, minus his head. Shining his rings brightly and feeling himself warm up, he closed his eyes and rested, a small purr echoing from his chest. He didn't know how long he laid there, glowing and purring, but it wasn't long before he'd drifted into sleep. 

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A whisper of wind, causing him to perk his ears. Soft footfalls following that. And a crunch... 

Umbreon was used to silence at this time of night; the moon had reached its zenith and had begun its descent for the second half of the night. At this point, the dark type would normally arise and head outside to wander, as he enjoyed exploring the forest after dark. In the winter, however, this wasn't practical, since the cold was biting at that time and he didn't manage well in such freezing temperatures. 

Even still, he was now awake, and he knew it wasn't a normal awakening. For as he glanced to the side, red eyes glowing, he spotted an intruder. 

A jolteon was standing by his berry pile, sniffing at them rather curiously. As the dark type watched, the fellow eon took a berry in its jaws and bit down, eating. 

Umbreon's first reaction was anger. He worked hard to gather those berries, and this one thought he could just come in while he was asleep and take them? 

With a snarl, he leapt out of the pile, leaves flying every which way as he crossed the small distance between them. Jolteon had only a mere moment to look up in surprise before he'd crashed into the other. 

Umbreon was surprised to find Jolteon offering no resistance at all - instead, the dark type had his jaws around the other's neck easily, pinning him to the ground with a threatening growl. 

That's when he heard a whimper. 

That sound was enough to disarm Umbreon. All thoughts of anger left his mind as he let go of Jolteon and leaned back to study him more carefully. 

The electric pokemon laid still with his eyes closed, still whimpering in fear, paws covering parts of his face. He was quaking terribly, not looking up at his assailant in the slightest. Umbreon realized the shaking wasn't from emotion, but from the cold - the electric type's fur was freezing, even having the occasional frosty crystal here and there. The eon didn't look like it could hurt a caterpie, much less the dark-furred canine. 

Umbreon put the pieces together. Jolteon must have been wandering out in the cold at night, no doubt hungry and looking for shelter. And finding one, he didn't hesitate to enter it, even aware that it could have been the territory of a fierce pokemon. It just wanted out of the cold. The dark type would have probably done the same thing in his position. 

With a small sigh, Umbreon crawled off of the electric type and poked the eon's side. Jolteon started, his whimpers silencing as he peeked out nervously from behind a paw. 

Umbreon gave him a reassuring smile. He couldn't begrudge the fellow eon for the invasion, not when the alternative was to freeze out in the cold. To show his goodwill, he took a berry in his paw and offered it to his new companion. 

For a long moment, Jolteon just stared at him, as if unable to believe the change, maybe afraid he was being toyed with. Then he slowly sat himself up, eyes locked nervously on Umbreon as he leaned in, nosing the berry. Umbreon held it still, making no sudden move, just waiting patiently... and finally the electric eon snapped it up, chewing on the berry and looking at the dark type with a nervous expression. 

Umbreon nodded to him with a smile and took one for himself, feeling a bit peckish. For some time, the two ate a few berries amongst themselves - Jolteon sat timidly and wouldn't grab any, but the dark type compensated by holding more out to him, and each time the electric eon would accept it. Umbreon could tell he was hungry but afraid of angering the black-furred eon, so he ensured to give him plenty to eat. 

Soon he stopped and purred, feeling rather full. Jolteon sat perfectly still, seemingly wary, perhaps afraid that the other eon would shoo him out. But Umbreon instead leaned over to lick his cheek and smile, before turning to walk over to the pile of leaves. He had to scoop up the scattered ones he'd thrown about with his earlier leap, using his tail to remake the pile before setting himself down on it. When he turned around, he beckoned to the still-stationary Jolteon, who padded over a bit timidly. 

Grunting, the dark type pulled on Jolteon's side, the yellow-furred canine yelping as it plopped down next to him. His paw circled around the eon's shoulders, hugging him close. He almost regretted it - Jolteon was still freezing, and it felt like his fur was sapping all the warmth from Umbreon's body. But they huddled next to each other for a long minute, Umbreon licking the other's cheek, and their temperatures seemed to stabilize somewhat. 

At this point, Jolteon finally accepted the idea that Umbreon was friendly and meant him no harm. In turn, he became overwhelmingly affectionate to the dark type - suddenly hugging him tight and nuzzling his cheek, tongue darting out to brush across its dark fur. Umbreon was surprised, but found himself enjoying the tender Jolteon's affections, nuzzling his cheek in turn and licking softly at his nose. 

For some time, they merely laid atop of the leaves, enjoying each other's company. Umbreon realized the companionship he was wishing for earlier was perfectly incarnated in this eon - he was no Flareon, sure, but the electric type was warm and friendly, and made the dark type feel heated in more ways than one. The two eeveelutions hugged tightly, their fronts pressed together, alternatingly licking and nuzzling each other's cheeks and even pecking fondly at each other's lips. The two ferals didn't find such behaviour strange - a cold night like this could easily bring two strangers together in their common quest for comfort, after all. 

Umbreon shivered in surprise as Jolteon's affection suddenly lowered, the eon latching to his neck with tender licks and nuzzles. The dark type let out a sigh of comfort, leaning his head back and making a fair bit of noise as his tail swayed on its own and stirred up the pile of leaves beneath them. Jolteon kept his eyes locked on the dark-furred eon, timid and careful, lowering further to the bre's chest and showering it with licks. For the moment, Umbreon was paralyzed with enjoyment, purring quite loudly as the affections continued. In a way, it seemed like the electric type was trying to thank him for the hospitality. 

Then he let out a squeak. Blushing in surprise, he glanced down at Jolteon, who had unsubtly pressed his nose to the dark eon's groin and nuzzled there, eyes still tracking his reaction. Upon noting it, the electric type stopped and timidly waited, unsure of himself... likely afraid of incurring the dark type's anger again. With a shiver and a pulse of his rings, Umbreon reached down and patted his head softly, a small smile on his face, trying to reassure the electric type. It was an unexpected way for the fellow male to thank him, but he wasn't complaining. 

After a few seconds of gentle patting, Jolteon seemed to gain confidence. The dark type's distinctly masculine scent was strong down here, permneating his nose as he nuzzled the furry sheath, a low purr emanating from him. To Umbreon, it seemed the yellow eon wasn't new to this at all, as he nuzzled the male's groin happily - clearly enjoying it a lot. 

It didn't take long for Umbreon's tip to emerge and his length to extend from its furry home, as the dark type let out a low sigh of bliss. Jolteon knew what he was doing - brushing his muzzle up and down the pocket of fur, sniffing and licking alternately, the male's sheath becoming swollen as the rod within revealed its presence. 

Umbreon laid himself on his side comfortably, shifting some leaves, and lifted a hind leg to give the eon easier access, a blush on his face. The male's softly pulsing blood-red member was fully unsheathed at this point, standing out between the dark furred eon's legs. Jolteon wasted no time shifting his own posture to put his head back down between the male's hinds, sniffing up and down the fleshy rod and purring from the scent once more. Umbreon let out a low moan as the eon idly lapped at his orbs for a moment, his warm tongue brushing around and between the two objects and coating them in warm saliva. 

Jolteon was savoring the moment by doing these things, but he couldn't keep away from his interest for long - and soon his muzzle was right back at the male's blood-red penis, brushing from base to tip repeatedly and brushing his tongue along the throbbing malehood. The dark type's taste was strong, pasting a dark blush on the eon's face and a low purr to echo from his chest as he continued to bathe the red length in fond licks. Umbreon held still as best he could, the raised hind leg giving a few twitches and kicks, a moan of enjoyment escaping him from the Jolteon's administrations. 

Unknownst to the Jolteon, an occasional few of his licks would cause a small jolt of electricity to zap the male's red length - each one making the Umbreon shiver and widen his eyes. But he found the shocks to be an arousing mixture of pleasure and pain, and he didn't try to stop them, despite being unable to hide a visible reaction to each one. 

This went on for several minutes - Jolteon tending to the red malehood with tender licks and the occasional shock, purring in enjoyment from the taste that seemed to get better no matter how many times he lapped lovingly at the tender flesh. Umbreon could only lay still and let out the occasional moan, his breath deepening more and more with each shock. 

Before too long, Jolteon wanted more. With a soft sound akin to a mewl, he shifted his head to the tip and gave it a gentle kiss before opening his muzzle, slowly lowering his jaws around the red shaft until his maw almost completely engulfed it, closing his lips to tighten his mouth around the heated length. Umbreon let out a gasp and a moan in tandem, suddenly finding his throbbing brehood surrounded by warmth and wetness. He knew what it felt like to have a female's sex wrapped around his rod, and what it felt like to have a mouth wrapped around it too - somehow, despite both being heated and moist, they just weren't the same, and it always caused him to shudder and purr upon feeling either one... not to mention a blush at this time, since it was being administered to him by another male. 

Jolteon, meanwhile, was enjoying the sensation of having that tasty bone in his mouth, beginning to suckle on it with a purr of bliss. If Umbreon needed to list differences between a mouth and a slit, the electric type was giving him a major one right now - control. The eon's use of his mouth to the malehood within it shocked the Umbreon - in more ways than one. The yellow-furred eeveelution was giving slight bobs of his head as he sucked on the tender meat in his mouth, his tongue performing an intricate dance around the shaft with a mixture of licks, rubs, swirls, and maneauvers that left Umbreon panting for air. In addition, his unintended electrical shocks were becoming both more frequent and more powerful, the zaps making the blood-red cock throb painfully and sometimes elicit a yelp from the dark type. Jolteon always looked up at him in fear each time this occurred - perhaps realizing what he was doing - but each time the black-furred eon would flash him a quick smile to reassure him, body tingling from the voltage. 

If a passerby happened to cross the cave's entrance, they wouldn't have known what was occurring inside. The wind was strong and noisy, easily covering up the sounds within - namely the wet and perhaps lewd sounds made from the Jolteon's sucking, and the low moans coming from the Umbreon. 

The dark type shuddered as a particularly powerful volt of electricity arced through his cock and distributed itself throughout his body, his limbs tingling and his rings flaring brightly. That bolt of shocking pain, coupled with the Jolteon's determined stimulation of his rod with constant suckles and licks, was too much for the dark-furred eon to handle. A shaky moan of bliss echoed from his chest as he reached climax, his hind leg kicking in the air as he surrendered to it. 

Jolteon recognized the signs at once. Greedily he latched tighter to the male's throbbing shaft, suckling hard akin to a babe to its mother, closing his eyes as he waited for his treat. And he didn't have to wait long. The red member throbbed erratically in the yellow eon's muzzle, the tip beginning to fire its salvo of thick, ropy Umbreon seed. Jolteon blushed depply and purred as the potent fluid stuck to his tongue, the sides of his mouth, the back of his throat... the pulsating meat seemed to throw the white milk everywhere, pumping squirt after squirt into his muzzle. Perhaps it was the male's natural instinct to increase its chances of impregnation and breeding. But the fertile seed, instead of potentially fertilizing a female, was instead becoming a musky, strong drink for the greedy Jolteon, who drank every drop as it came, purring loudly and having a crimson stain of timidity splashed on his cheeks. 

For what felt like an eternity, the Umbreon merely laid still, panting for air as if he were drowning, the Jolteon thoroughly and expertly milking his sensitive flesh for every last bit of potent seed it had to offer. He couldn't remember the last time he'd let out such a massive load... 

The yellow eon stopped suckling for the last few spurts, pulling his mouth away from the male's pulsating meat. Jolteon leaned back and sat up, purring, holding his mouth open to feel the heat from the sticky and sweet fluid stuck to his tongue. Umbreon observed that white-speckled open maw with a deep blush of his own; as his intake of air stabilized, the electric eon finally swallowed the last bits of cum in his muzzle, purring the whole time in bliss. 

Umbreon lowered his leg, resting on his side on the leaves, feeling extremely heated from the bout of intense sensations. The Jolteon smiled at him, timid still, yet also calm and clearly happy. His eyes locking onto the crimson pair across from him without fear. 

Umbreon returned the smile and waited - finally Jolteon moved back to him and laid down on the leaves with a crunch. Immediately Umbreon pulled him into an embrace, latching all four legs around the electric type in a deep hug and burrowing them both into the leaves. Jolteon let out a squeak at that, but smiled and purred as they settled, the two beginning to grow warm and toasty within the pile of leaves. Umbreon laid his head close to the Jolteon's, licking happily at his cheek and lips; the yellow eon returned the affection in kind, both of them quite loudly purring. Umbreon slightly blushed whenever their tongues met, as he could somewhat swear he could still taste a faint bit of himself on the Jolteon's tongue. 

Soon they both relaxed, the Jolteon deep in the Umbreon's embrace, the two slipping into a peaceful and warm sleep among the leaves that helped to keep them warm throughout the cold night. The last thought that went through the dark type's mind before sleep claimed him was one of happiness and gratitude. 

He'd have to return the favor, if he could get the chance.