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The fire dog let out a sharp sneeze suddenly, his aching and tired body showing signs of the sickness that the pokemorph in front of him was trying to warn him of. \n\n“Oops,” the sylveon chuckled. “It seems that’s already happened.” The well dressed fairy type pokemorph said just as a clap of thunder resounded overhead. \n\nBoth he and Bidziil looked up at the dark grey sky above them just in time to see a flash of light paint the world around them white. The pouring rain, which was rather cold given the time of year it was, pelted the umbrella that the sylveon was holding in his left paw, while at the same time it drenched the arcanine’s naked body down to the bone. The cheap clothing that the fire type pokemorph had been given to wear had long ago been torn apart and so there was only the fire dog massive tail to protect the former slave’s modesty as he hunched down in the middle of the back alley where he normally slept. \n\n“Come on,” The unnamed male commanded gently. “You don’t want to remain here in this place, now do you?” As he said this the sylveon moved his jet black umbrella over until its hollowed interior rested above Bidziil’s head. \n\n“I-Is it okay?” the former slave asked with great hesitation, his voice trembled as he tried not to imagine the possibilities that would be in store for him if someone found out that he had touched such a noble pokemorph.\n\n“Everything will be ok, I promise.” the fairy fox smiled gently.\n\nLooking down at the still offered paw and then back up to the other’s shimmering eyes Bidziil hesitantly reached out for the sylveon, his body visibly shivering as the droplets of sky water pelted his thick fur. Upon clasping his thick fingers around the smaller pokemorph’s hand the former slave found himself feeling a sense of relief that he hadn’t felt for a long time now. When the sylveon tugged him forward Bidziil slowly rose up onto his naked feet, his massive form quickly towered over the smaller male, though he hunkered down as much as his back would allow in order to appear not so large. The fairy fox chuckled at this, his rose colored eyes glittered in mirth as another bolt of lightning shot across the sky above them. \n\nTurning around the unnamed male quickly led the two of them out from between the two brick and mortar buildings, all the while his hand never released its hold over the arcanine, something for which the larger fire dog greatly appreciated. Making their way down the nearly empty streets Bidziil tried not to draw too much attention to himself, as he didn’t want those few people that were rushing about the area to take notice of him. After all, the last thing he wanted was to have someone say anything to him, especially if that said person was a human. \n\nOne would think that such an impressive creature such as himself wouldn’t care about the thoughts and words of the smaller, furless beings now that he was a ‘freed’ pokemorph, however the scars of his former life were cut deep within Bidziil’s mind, as such he couldn’t help shivering and flinching whenever a human came close to him. It didn’t help matters that some humans would often sneer at him, or toss something his way whenever he would pass by them. Many of them blamed him and his kind for the ending of their way of life, and the subsequent poverty for which a number of them now endured because of the new laws which had been implemented by the First Pokemorph Union. The new ordinance which had been written into the society at large prohibited the purchasing, selling, or holding of another pokemorph as the legal property of another, and while for many this was seen a wonderous thing, for many prominent humans it had been a deep blow to their way of life.\n\nNo longer did they have the cheap labour that they once could use to build their towns and various other structures, now they had to legally contract a pokemorph in order to get them to do what they wanted. This had brought about a number of incidents between the two species, as some humans were rather stuck within their ways, and so had to be forced to comply with the ordinance which had been issued by the government. The new policing unit which had been created thanks to the combined efforts of the pokemorphs within the First Pokemorph Union and some progressive humans had both arrested and fined those individuals which had broke the laws in order to show the rest of the world that a new age was upon them, and that the old rules of the land would not be tolerated. Some actual fights had broken out between some humans and pokemorphs, however, because the latter were no longer made to cower before the cruelty of humanity’s unrepentant cruelty many of the recently freed pokemorphs that remained within the various towns and cities had showed the humans just why they were not to be trifled with, as more than a few settlements had paid the price for crossing the boundaries for which were now made to protect pokemorphs.\n\nThough, not all pokemorphs who had been given their freedom were of the mind to stand up for themselves and the rights which were being handed over to them, as was the case with Bidziil. The arcanine had been so haunted by the pain, loss, and degradation for which had been ushered onto him that all the fire dog could think about was doing everything he could to try and stay out of the way of the humans around him. That was why he didn’t go out to the number of pokemorph facilities which were opening throughout the world to try and receive aid from them, the very idea of looking into a human’s face and having them look up at him sent him into a cold panic, no matter how kindly they acted towards him. This is why he kept to the shadows of the various alleyways, it was easier to pick over the various scraps which were thrown out than try and approach someone to ask for food. It was also why he slept in small confined places, as he wanted to keep his eyes open for anyone trying to step up to him. The amount of times he had been woken up while sleeping out in the open in the various parks nestled within the city he traveled through a group of humans looking to take their frustrations out on him were too numerous to count and he honestly didn’t want to deal with them beating on him anymore. \n\nIt was only because his body had been feeling more and more tired as of late that he hadn’t noticed the sylveon when he had first approached him. His bleary eyes could barely make out the pink and white blob that had been the fairy fox as the other padded up to him, and it was only through sheer force of will that he had risen up to huddle himself close to the back wall at his back that he had been able to actually have a halfway decent conversation with the other. Though did allowing another to simply speak to him while he stared doe eyed at the other count as a conversation? Bidziil didn’t know. What he did know was that when someone tossed a bottle at his head time seemed to stop as his body immediate froze up.\n\n“Get the fuck out of here, you fuckers!” Someone shouted and the fire dog had to fight with himself not to collapse onto the ground as every nerve within his body suddenly seized up.\n\n“It’s okay.” A voice whispered making the arcanine instinctively turn his head down to the left. “You’re okay. Just listen to my voice and let me guide you forward.” the pale furred lips in front of him became the former slave’s world while the shimmering eyes staring up into his blank crimson eyes kept him from spiraling into the gaping void his mind would often sink itself into when his stress level reached the peak it was at the moment. \n\nBidziil let the voice and eyes guide him until he found himself entering into a small wooden box. The fire dog didn’t notice when the world around him suddenly jolted, nor the sounds of neighing which could be heard right outside of the container for which he had been placed within. All the arcanine knew was as the seconds ticked by the soft voice filling up his ears kept him from sinking down into the black oblivion which threatened to engulf him. Bidziil came back to reality sometime later, though thankfully it was not to the sight of shadowy figures above him raining down kicks and solid objects down over his body, but instead to the feeling a wet warm surrounding his body. Blinking in confusion the fire dog realized that he was seated within a large pool of water which was steaming ever so slightly around him. Down beneath the veil of steam the arcanine could see numerous fire stones glittering along the base of the small bathing area, their heat soaked deep into his feet making a pleased sigh escaped his muzzle as he instinctively lowered himself into the heated bath.\n\nThe sound of someone chuckling nearby made him lock up suddenly.\n\n“It’s alright.” A familiar voice spoke making the former slave’s head turn. \n\nThe sight of the sylveon from earlier slowly settled the fire dog’s nerves, though he soon found his pulse quickening as he noticed that the fairy fox was completely naked as he came out of the door connected to a very large house. Taking a moment to look around Bidziil finally noticed that he was in some kind of outdoor bath, the sight of the stars above him revealed this fact to him, along with the knowledge that there was some kind of glowing dome above him keeping the still pouring rain from soaking his fur. The sounds of naked feet padding across hardwood slowly returned the arcanine’s focus to the very pretty looking sylveon. The former slave didn’t know why his crimson eyes lingered on the other male’s subtle curves and cute face, but there was no denying the graceful looks and fine figure of the smaller male as he walked away from the opened doorway that he had been leaning against. \n\n“You’re safe here.” The nameless male reassured Bidziil as he stepped over to the steaming pool and then into the hot water. Watching as a shudder raced up through the other pokemorph’s body the arcanine instantly felt a strange emotion overtake him but he had no idea what the feeling was. That his eyes found themselves eagerly looking over the other’s naked body was something that perplexed Bidziil to no end as he had never spent so much time gazing at another male before. \n\nNothing was said between the two as the sylveon padded his way over to the fire dog until he soon stood before the larger arcanine. The size difference between the two of them could easily be seen as the former slave stood up suddenly, the fire type pokemorph had to have at least two feet world of height over the smaller male, though despite this there was no fear within the fairy fox’s eyes as he smiled up at the other. Bidziil found his nose twitching as he caught the sweet floral scent which brushed itself all across the sylveon’s body at the same time his long since neglected manhood found itself jerking up in between his meaty legs. The fire dog let out a confused whine as he suffered through this strange reaction. \n\n“Are you alright?” the smaller pokemorph asked with complete sincerity as he gazed up into the half lowered eyes of the larger male standing in front of him.\n\n“You smell good.” Bidziil said without thought. He immediately backed away from the fairy fox and then hunkered down as much as he could. “I-I’m sorry I spoke out of turn, Master, please don’t punish me.” The arcanine all but cried as he shut his eyes tightly in preparation of the blow he knew was coming. \n\nThe feeling of something brushing against the side of his cheek made the fire dog howl, his mind instantly seizing up as he knew that this was the beginning of a series of torment which was soon about to come his way. \n\nWhen that didn’t happen confusion quickly ripped through the former slave’s mind.\n\nWas the other going to punish him in some other way?\n\nWould he be treated to a whipping later on tonight?\n\nDid the other have something much worse in store for him?\n\nHow was he…\n\nHis thoughts quickly went silent when the objects brushing over his face gently because tickling the underside of his beck and over across his ears. A happy whuff swiftly escaped Bidziil’s maw as his body found itself calming down despite the fear still washing through his body. Said fear was slowly pushed out of him as he was continuously stroked for minutes without end. Slowly the arcanine opened his crimson eyes to see what was going on. The sight of the sylveon smiling gently up at him was something that the fire dog had not expected to see. Turning his head ever so slightly the former slave noticed that the fairy fox’s long ribbon-like feelers were caressing him in the same way a parent would a startled pup. Tears filled his eyes as he thought about such a thing happening to him, his mind was once again spiraling as a surge of memories and thoughts overwhelmed him.\n\nThe sylveon allowed the arcanine to release all of the pain he had stored within him as he rubbed his feelers over the other’s head and then down along his chest. The shudders which raced throughout the larger male’s body transmitted themselves through his long ribbon-like extension, however when they hit his chest his natural ability as a fairy simply absorbed the negative emotions into himself before transforming them into a cool blue mist which he breathed out from in between his lips. Once the arcanine had finally settled down to the point where he was no longer trembling like a leaf in the wind the fairy fox used his feelers to ease the other back down within the hot spring he had helped the broken pokemorph into earlier. With the fire dog seated in front of him the sylveon moved up closer to him and then hugged the other.\n\nThe arcanine unconsciously wrapped his arms around the smaller pokemorph pressed tightly into his chest, his instinctive need for comfort making it so that his rational mind could not resist what was happening to him. \n\nThe fairy fox used this to his advantage as he extended his feelers as far as they could go before winding them around the larger pokemorph’s body while staring deep into the other’s eyes. When the sylveon’s rose colored eyes began to shimmer with iridescent light Bidziil found his mind going blank for a second time today, though this time he was falling into the depths of his inner self, instead he was stood as a conscious presence as he looked down into the glittering pools which were eagerly asking him to bear himself to them. Then sylveon then began to massage the arcanine with his ribbons. The former slave slowly whined at the gentle sensations running throughout his body. \n\nLifting his head skyward the sylveon breathed out a torrent of blue vapor from his muzzle as years worth of pain, torrment, humiliation, and suffering trailed out from his own body. The sylveon winced as he felt the fire dog’s misery rise up through his feelers, the depths of the other’s pain that the other pokemorph had suffered for so many years was deep enough to physically hurt him, but he didn’t release the other. Instead the fairy fox pulled himself tighter against the fire dog as he worked to draw out the suffering which had rooted itself deep within the other’s soul.\n\nAn hour later the blue vapor had finally finished spilling out from the fairy fox’s maw. By this time the smaller pokemorph was trembling in his place. Thankfully the arcanine’s strong arms continued to hold onto him because seconds later the sylveon collapsed into the fire dog’s embrace. A tired sigh escaped the other’s lips as he recoiled his feelers back to their normal length. A few seconds later the exhausted fairy fox reached up to caress the former slave’s cheek. Bidziil looked down at the other’s no longer shimmering eyes and an unknown emotion passed between the two of them before the unnamed male passed out into the arcanine’s embrace leaving a very confused arcanine looking down at the smaller pokemorph. \n\nBecause he didn’t know what to do in this situation the fire dog simply cradled the sylveon within his muscular arms, his crimson eyes brushed down the length of the other’s body as the strange emotion from before now curled within his gut with more demanding force. However, instead of feeling a strong sense of panic Bidziil felt a strong sense of protectiveness course through his being as he stared at the fairy fox quietly nuzzling himself into his chest. Not sure what to do in this situation the arcanine merely rested within the still heated waters around him. He sat there for nearly half-an-hour before he felt the urge to get out overcome him. Looking between the slumbering sylveon in his arms and the open door leading into the house the former slave didn’t know what to do with himself. Half an hour later a sense of annoyance at being sopping wet quickly overcame him, and so Bidziil rose up from out of the water and then padded his way towards the house. Before he stepped inside however, he settled the unnamed male down onto the ground and then shook himself off. Water flew everywhere as the oils within his thick fur pushed out the clear liquid covering him.\n\nOnce he was dried off Bidziil began to lick himself clean, his long tongue brushed over and then down the length of his arms and chest before he settled himself down onto the ground. He then began curling himself down and then around so that he could get to his thighs, legs, and then on further to his feet before finally getting to his thick and fluffy tail. He ended up choking of a few strands of tangled fur as he cleaned himself, but he persisted with his cleaning all the same, though in the back of his mind he made a mental reminder to find a fur brush to untangle the knots within. The former slave saved his groin for last, as he wanted to make sure to clean the more intimate portion of his body off as thoroughly as he could. Moving his tongue around his heavy balls and then to the underside of his taint Bidziil sniffed himself several times, noting with some surprise that he smelled relatively healthy around this area of his body. Shaking his head he made his way back to his sheathless cock. The fire dog swept his broad tongue over and along the head of his manhood, shivering as the electric sensations of pleasure welled up inside of his gut, before continuing down the long stalk of darkened flesh. Once he was sure he was as clean as he could get around this part of himself the former tribal turned his head to regard the slumbering sylveon.\n\nInstinct warred with memories as he thought about what he was about to do next. \n\nA silent voice whispered within his mind that he should side with the long held ways of his people instead of the pain filled remembrance of his time with the wretched humans that had enslaved him and scattered his people. Narrowing his crimson eyes in displeasure Bidziil felt a sense of anger burn within his chest as he thought about everything that had been done to him at the hands of the invaders of his and his people’s land. He rapidly brushed those feelings aside. They had no place here right now.\n\nLeaning down over the slowly breathing sylveon Bidziil began to lick the cooling water off from the unnamed male’s lean body. Carefully going over the fairy fox’s slim form the fire dog found himself unconsciously sniffing over the other. The sweet scent of fresh flowers made his tail beat at the ground underneath him, however he continued cleaning the other instead of questioning why the smell of the other had elicited such a playful response out of himself. Brushing over the unnamed male’s sheath the former slave found himself spending several extra seconds here cleaning the water from the other’s body before digging his nose into the sylveon’s ballsack. Why he did so he wasn't sure but something urged him to make sure that this region of the other was cleaned more than any other. The dull purr which escaped from out of his throat as he rolled the twin orbs onto his tongue was not something that Bidziil had expected of himself but he didn’t resist his body’s strange vocalization. A small smile tugged at the edge of his lips as the slumbering male rolled around and then thrust up into his muzzle.\n\nHe did stop the throaty noise once he fully finished cleaning the other from head down to the pads of his toes. \n\nPicking the sylveon up and then carrying the other into the house Bidziil sniffed around the well furnished home until he found his way to a room that heavily carried the scent of his sylveon. Opening the door and then peering inside the fire dog found himself surprised as he noticed the various vases filled with flowers which were lined about the room. His tail wagged slightly when he noticed the large four poster bed which sat quietly near the far left. Making his way over to the sleeping area the arcanine gently laid the smaller pokemorph down onto the mattress. Looking down over the other the former slave found himself blinking in confusion as he tried to figure out why he had such a turn of emotions with regard to the slumbering male.\n\nSearching through his emotions the arcanine realized that the fear and apprehension that he felt beforehand was nowhere to be found. Trying to reach out for the feelings only ended with the fire dog grasping onto the memories of what had happened to him throughout his life. Anger filled his belly as he recalled everything that the humans had done to him across the past decade. Every single beating made a snarl tickle along the edge of his throat. The disrespect at what they had done to the dead all in pursuit of their selfish gains caused his muscles to tighten. The knowledge of what had become of his tribe made Bidziil’s fangs clench as anger swelled within in muscular chest. The feelings of pain and humiliation over their constant torment of him sparked rage to burst into being deep within the arcanine’s gut and soon he began growling low and deep. The feeling of the heat within boiling up and then caressing his throat was one that was almost a foriegn experience to the former slave, as he had not been able to enjoy such a sensation since the time before he had been captured. \n\nHis tribe.\n\nHis people.\n\nThose damned humans had stolen them from him!\n\nBidziil found himself ready to roar as a torrent of fire rolled within his muzzle. \n\nIt was only the realization of where he was that kept him from burning everything around him to cinders. Turning his head left and right the arcanine found his crimson eyes catching onto the sight of a log of wood within a nearby fireplace. Stomping over to the area in question Bidziil blasted a gout of flame out from his maw over the dry piece of wood. It quickly caught on fire and soon enough the slightly chilled room was glowing with an orange and red hue as pleasant heat danced about the sylveon’s room. A sense of calmness overcame the arcanine as he looked to the flickering flames before him, however his anger would not be so easily sated. As he stared deep into the fire before him Bidziil’s mind conjured up the memories of his former life with his people. Before long the vision of the happy times with his family and chieftain changed to one filled with the bloodied corpses of those who had fallen in order to defend his people’s land. A growl tore through out from Bidziil’s throat as tears welled within his eyes.\n\nA cool breeze made the fire dog turn to notice that the door he had stepped through was still open. \n\nPulling himself away from his place near the fire the arcanine went over to close the door but before he could do so he found himself looking to see a massive mudsdale clopping up in front of him. The two pokemorphs stared at each other in silence for a few moments, a silent conversation passed between their eyes as the two males realized that they had been tribal warriors during a time that has cruelly ripped away from them. The mud stallion turned away from the arcanine to look inside of the room a few seconds later. Upon seeing the slumbering sylveon resting on the large bed and the warm fire which had been lit for him the mudsdale reached up to press a finger in front of his long snout and then took a step back from the door. He then waved for the arcanine to follow him out into the hallway.\n\nNot seeing a reason to mistrust a fellow pokemorph Bidziil followed after the other, closing the door to the fairy fox’s room before he got too far away. The pair walked silently down the hallway, the various tapestries and paintings mounted onto the wall passed them by with barely a glance before they made their way into the kitchen. The sight of numerous pokemorphs sitting around talking with each other was not a sight that the arcanine was prepared to see, though that might have been because he thought that the house was empty. The others stopped what they were doing to look at him, looks of confusion and slight suspicious danced across various faces and muzzle. Once he nodded back to them the rest smiled and then waved or nodded to him in return. The mudsdale patted his shoulder and then pointed to a nearby table that had two wood benches that looked sturdy enough to hold up their respective bulks. \n\nMaking his way over and then sitting down Bidziil watched as the mud stallion took his seat across from him and then turned his braided head towards the back area. The arcanine turned to see a slim flareon rushing out from a backroom carrying various plates of food in his hands and on his arms and on his head. Watching as the fire fox served all of the pokemorphs within the room was rather amusing for Bidziil as he didn’t expect the other to be able to handle such a task with such a level of dexterity as he swiftly and cleanly placed down something for everyone in the room before disappearing back into the back once more. Looking down at the steaming helping of meat in front of him the arcanine turned his head to the mud stallion and then waited. When the other nodded to him the fire dog wasted no time in gorging himself on the meal he had been presented.\n\nNo one had anything to say as he picked up slab after slab of flesh and then ripped into it with his fangs. The humans that had imprisoned him had always complained or scoffed at him about how much of an animal he was as he ate. The former slave never understood this reaction as he was an animal, and so he took pride in enjoying the sacrifice for which he had been given. The mudsdale in front of him merely smiled as he pulled his bowl of warmed oats away from the fire dog dog before picking up the container and then stuffing his muzzle into it. The rest of the pokemorphs ate their own meals with as much grace and dignity that was due their respective species. \n\nOnce they were done everyone praised their meal in their own respective way before getting up and going about their way. Bidziil and the mudsdale remained behind and so were able to witness a slim vaporeon rush out to collect all of the utensils and eating containers from the various empty tables. When the slim figure walked over to him the fire dog took notice over the fact that the water fox was as naked as he was, when his long mermaid-like tail waved up and down revealing the tight pucker hidden beneath Bidziil found himself cocking his head at the other slightly. A second later the fire dog blinked and then turned to look at the mud stallion in front of him. Curling his head downwards revealed that, yes, the other was just as naked as he was. The sound of a happy whinny escaping from the other pokemorph’s muzzle helped to distract the former slave from watching as the vaporeon came over to scoop up their eating tools. \n\n“You just noticed?” The mud stallion asked in a voice that was thick with an accent that Bidziil had never heard before.\n\n“I hadn’t thought to look before now.” It was an honest truth. Usually one did not look down at another, not unless they were looking to proposition the other for mateship. “I apologize.”\n\n“There is no offense taken here, young one.” The mud stallion chuckled while leaning back and curling his muscular arms over his stout chest. “Though if you are interested I would not be insulted to roll in the hay with you.”\n\n“My people don’t lay with other males.” These words were more of a statement of fact rather than an insult, though for some reason they sounded rather hollow in Bidziil’s ears.\n\n“You’ll find that your taste may end up changing before long, as there are very few females working for the young master.” The mudsdale replied honestly. \n\n“Young master?” The thought of a human being here set the arcanine’s teeth on edge.\n\n“You were bathing with him earlier.” That made the fire dog gape slightly. \n\nGoing through his recent memories Bidziil could see himself calling the sylveon master at some point when he had been...afraid of the fairy fox punishing him. A sense of confusion rippled through the arcanine as he tried to remember why he had been so frightened of the smaller pokemorph.\n\n“It’s because he released the fear from your heart.” Bidziil blinked owlishly at the mud stallion as he answered the question he was sure he hadn’t voiced. “Don’t worry,” the older pokemorph chuckled. “I was the same as you when I first got here. Spirits, I think we all were, well, with the exception of the master’s brothers.” He said before turning to look at the door the flareon and vaporeon had come out of. \n\n“You were a slave?” It should have been rather obvious, considering that the other was a pokemorph, however, Bidziil did recall somewhere within the dark corners of his mind that some pokemorphs were free from the shackles of humanities’ cruelty.\n\n“Ever since I was born.” The mud stallion replied making Bidziil lower his ears in sympathy.\n\n“I’m sorry for what you must have endured.” It was all the fire dog could think to say to empathize with the other.\n\n“I thank you for your sympathy, but you did not place my people into stables, beat us until we submitted, and then dressed us in harnesses in order to drag carriages across the open fields.” The older mudsdale commented with a shrug. \n\n“Damn humans!” Bidziil snarled while digging his jet black claws into the table. \n\n“Be calm, young one.” The mud stallion ordered calmly. The arcanine blinked in confusion as he looked to the other. Surely the older pokemorph had to have felt the same anger he did over what had happened to him and his people. “We are in the master’s home, and so there is no reason to take anger out on what belongs to him.” Bidziil immediately raised his paws up from the wooden table he was seated at. Looking down he found shame biting at his heart as he noticed the small furrows his talons had carved into the wood. “It is fine. One of the others will buff out the marks once we leave to go about our chores for the day.” \n\n“The sylveon has slaves?” It was an honest question that the arcanine wasn’t sure how to feel about asking. Looking around to the other pokemorphs that were still within the eating area.\n\n“No one here is a slave any longer.” The mudsdale admitted with a playful smirk. \n\n“Then how…” Bidziil asked while casting a hand out to emphasize the lavishness of the room around him.\n\n“He is one of the head members of the First Pokemorph Union.” The mudsdale answered.\n\n“What exactly is that?” The arcanine asked as he stared blankly at the older pokemorph. He remembered someone from the group coming to tell him and many other slaves of their status as freed pokemorphs, however he didn’t really understand what this union even was.\n\n“They’re a group of pokemorphs that have decided to change the world.” The mud stallion answered honestly.\n\n“Meaning what?” The fire dog inquired with a raised eyebrow.\n\n“Let’s just say that they have made it their mission to see that humans won’t be stealing from us any longer.” The dark gleam within the mud stallion’s eyes brought a feral smirk to Bidziil’s lips. \n\n“That’s a very pleasant thing to hear.” The fire dog chuckled.\n\n“Very much so,” the mudsdale whinny happily. “But let’s leave that alone for now.” The arcanine nodded without thought, his inherent nature to follow orders coming through rather strong as he looked to the warrior in front of him. “What’s most important at this point is what you are going to do next, young one.”\n\n“What can I do now?” That was something that the fire dog hadn’t really thought about as everything seemed to be moving really fast right now.\n\n“You have a lot of paths to take at the moment, and I’ll help guide you through them as best I can if you allow me the opportunity, but on one simple condition.” The mudsdale leaned across the table to stare Bidziil into the eyes with a look that could shatter glass.\n\n“And that is?”\n\n“Stay and become the master’s guardian.” \n\n“Yes.” The arcanine said without thought. He might not have fully understood everything going around him but he had two very good reasons for staying where he was and being near the sylveon right now. \n\nThe mudsdale smiled as he heard these words.\n\n- - - - - -\n\nPart One: https://www.sofurry.com/view/1526984\n\nArt: https://www.furaffinity.net/user/resondog","writing_bbcode_parsed":"“You’re going to get sick if you stay out in the rain.” Someone said making Bidziil blink his crimson eyes open.

The arcanine was quite surprised to see the pale furred hand that was held out in front of him when his already strained vision finally focused itself. The fire dog let out a sharp sneeze suddenly, his aching and tired body showing signs of the sickness that the pokemorph in front of him was trying to warn him of.

“Oops,” the sylveon chuckled. “It seems that’s already happened.” The well dressed fairy type pokemorph said just as a clap of thunder resounded overhead.

Both he and Bidziil looked up at the dark grey sky above them just in time to see a flash of light paint the world around them white. The pouring rain, which was rather cold given the time of year it was, pelted the umbrella that the sylveon was holding in his left paw, while at the same time it drenched the arcanine’s naked body down to the bone. The cheap clothing that the fire type pokemorph had been given to wear had long ago been torn apart and so there was only the fire dog massive tail to protect the former slave’s modesty as he hunched down in the middle of the back alley where he normally slept.

“Come on,” The unnamed male commanded gently. “You don’t want to remain here in this place, now do you?” As he said this the sylveon moved his jet black umbrella over until its hollowed interior rested above Bidziil’s head.

“I-Is it okay?” the former slave asked with great hesitation, his voice trembled as he tried not to imagine the possibilities that would be in store for him if someone found out that he had touched such a noble pokemorph.

“Everything will be ok, I promise.” the fairy fox smiled gently.

Looking down at the still offered paw and then back up to the other’s shimmering eyes Bidziil hesitantly reached out for the sylveon, his body visibly shivering as the droplets of sky water pelted his thick fur. Upon clasping his thick fingers around the smaller pokemorph’s hand the former slave found himself feeling a sense of relief that he hadn’t felt for a long time now. When the sylveon tugged him forward Bidziil slowly rose up onto his naked feet, his massive form quickly towered over the smaller male, though he hunkered down as much as his back would allow in order to appear not so large. The fairy fox chuckled at this, his rose colored eyes glittered in mirth as another bolt of lightning shot across the sky above them.

Turning around the unnamed male quickly led the two of them out from between the two brick and mortar buildings, all the while his hand never released its hold over the arcanine, something for which the larger fire dog greatly appreciated. Making their way down the nearly empty streets Bidziil tried not to draw too much attention to himself, as he didn’t want those few people that were rushing about the area to take notice of him. After all, the last thing he wanted was to have someone say anything to him, especially if that said person was a human.

One would think that such an impressive creature such as himself wouldn’t care about the thoughts and words of the smaller, furless beings now that he was a ‘freed’ pokemorph, however the scars of his former life were cut deep within Bidziil’s mind, as such he couldn’t help shivering and flinching whenever a human came close to him. It didn’t help matters that some humans would often sneer at him, or toss something his way whenever he would pass by them. Many of them blamed him and his kind for the ending of their way of life, and the subsequent poverty for which a number of them now endured because of the new laws which had been implemented by the First Pokemorph Union. The new ordinance which had been written into the society at large prohibited the purchasing, selling, or holding of another pokemorph as the legal property of another, and while for many this was seen a wonderous thing, for many prominent humans it had been a deep blow to their way of life.

No longer did they have the cheap labour that they once could use to build their towns and various other structures, now they had to legally contract a pokemorph in order to get them to do what they wanted. This had brought about a number of incidents between the two species, as some humans were rather stuck within their ways, and so had to be forced to comply with the ordinance which had been issued by the government. The new policing unit which had been created thanks to the combined efforts of the pokemorphs within the First Pokemorph Union and some progressive humans had both arrested and fined those individuals which had broke the laws in order to show the rest of the world that a new age was upon them, and that the old rules of the land would not be tolerated. Some actual fights had broken out between some humans and pokemorphs, however, because the latter were no longer made to cower before the cruelty of humanity’s unrepentant cruelty many of the recently freed pokemorphs that remained within the various towns and cities had showed the humans just why they were not to be trifled with, as more than a few settlements had paid the price for crossing the boundaries for which were now made to protect pokemorphs.

Though, not all pokemorphs who had been given their freedom were of the mind to stand up for themselves and the rights which were being handed over to them, as was the case with Bidziil. The arcanine had been so haunted by the pain, loss, and degradation for which had been ushered onto him that all the fire dog could think about was doing everything he could to try and stay out of the way of the humans around him. That was why he didn’t go out to the number of pokemorph facilities which were opening throughout the world to try and receive aid from them, the very idea of looking into a human’s face and having them look up at him sent him into a cold panic, no matter how kindly they acted towards him. This is why he kept to the shadows of the various alleyways, it was easier to pick over the various scraps which were thrown out than try and approach someone to ask for food. It was also why he slept in small confined places, as he wanted to keep his eyes open for anyone trying to step up to him. The amount of times he had been woken up while sleeping out in the open in the various parks nestled within the city he traveled through a group of humans looking to take their frustrations out on him were too numerous to count and he honestly didn’t want to deal with them beating on him anymore.

It was only because his body had been feeling more and more tired as of late that he hadn’t noticed the sylveon when he had first approached him. His bleary eyes could barely make out the pink and white blob that had been the fairy fox as the other padded up to him, and it was only through sheer force of will that he had risen up to huddle himself close to the back wall at his back that he had been able to actually have a halfway decent conversation with the other. Though did allowing another to simply speak to him while he stared doe eyed at the other count as a conversation? Bidziil didn’t know. What he did know was that when someone tossed a bottle at his head time seemed to stop as his body immediate froze up.

“Get the fuck out of here, you fuckers!” Someone shouted and the fire dog had to fight with himself not to collapse onto the ground as every nerve within his body suddenly seized up.

“It’s okay.” A voice whispered making the arcanine instinctively turn his head down to the left. “You’re okay. Just listen to my voice and let me guide you forward.” the pale furred lips in front of him became the former slave’s world while the shimmering eyes staring up into his blank crimson eyes kept him from spiraling into the gaping void his mind would often sink itself into when his stress level reached the peak it was at the moment.

Bidziil let the voice and eyes guide him until he found himself entering into a small wooden box. The fire dog didn’t notice when the world around him suddenly jolted, nor the sounds of neighing which could be heard right outside of the container for which he had been placed within. All the arcanine knew was as the seconds ticked by the soft voice filling up his ears kept him from sinking down into the black oblivion which threatened to engulf him. Bidziil came back to reality sometime later, though thankfully it was not to the sight of shadowy figures above him raining down kicks and solid objects down over his body, but instead to the feeling a wet warm surrounding his body. Blinking in confusion the fire dog realized that he was seated within a large pool of water which was steaming ever so slightly around him. Down beneath the veil of steam the arcanine could see numerous fire stones glittering along the base of the small bathing area, their heat soaked deep into his feet making a pleased sigh escaped his muzzle as he instinctively lowered himself into the heated bath.

The sound of someone chuckling nearby made him lock up suddenly.

“It’s alright.” A familiar voice spoke making the former slave’s head turn.

The sight of the sylveon from earlier slowly settled the fire dog’s nerves, though he soon found his pulse quickening as he noticed that the fairy fox was completely naked as he came out of the door connected to a very large house. Taking a moment to look around Bidziil finally noticed that he was in some kind of outdoor bath, the sight of the stars above him revealed this fact to him, along with the knowledge that there was some kind of glowing dome above him keeping the still pouring rain from soaking his fur. The sounds of naked feet padding across hardwood slowly returned the arcanine’s focus to the very pretty looking sylveon. The former slave didn’t know why his crimson eyes lingered on the other male’s subtle curves and cute face, but there was no denying the graceful looks and fine figure of the smaller male as he walked away from the opened doorway that he had been leaning against.

“You’re safe here.” The nameless male reassured Bidziil as he stepped over to the steaming pool and then into the hot water. Watching as a shudder raced up through the other pokemorph’s body the arcanine instantly felt a strange emotion overtake him but he had no idea what the feeling was. That his eyes found themselves eagerly looking over the other’s naked body was something that perplexed Bidziil to no end as he had never spent so much time gazing at another male before.

Nothing was said between the two as the sylveon padded his way over to the fire dog until he soon stood before the larger arcanine. The size difference between the two of them could easily be seen as the former slave stood up suddenly, the fire type pokemorph had to have at least two feet world of height over the smaller male, though despite this there was no fear within the fairy fox’s eyes as he smiled up at the other. Bidziil found his nose twitching as he caught the sweet floral scent which brushed itself all across the sylveon’s body at the same time his long since neglected manhood found itself jerking up in between his meaty legs. The fire dog let out a confused whine as he suffered through this strange reaction.

“Are you alright?” the smaller pokemorph asked with complete sincerity as he gazed up into the half lowered eyes of the larger male standing in front of him.

“You smell good.” Bidziil said without thought. He immediately backed away from the fairy fox and then hunkered down as much as he could. “I-I’m sorry I spoke out of turn, Master, please don’t punish me.” The arcanine all but cried as he shut his eyes tightly in preparation of the blow he knew was coming.

The feeling of something brushing against the side of his cheek made the fire dog howl, his mind instantly seizing up as he knew that this was the beginning of a series of torment which was soon about to come his way.

When that didn’t happen confusion quickly ripped through the former slave’s mind.

Was the other going to punish him in some other way?

Would he be treated to a whipping later on tonight?

Did the other have something much worse in store for him?

How was he…

His thoughts quickly went silent when the objects brushing over his face gently because tickling the underside of his beck and over across his ears. A happy whuff swiftly escaped Bidziil’s maw as his body found itself calming down despite the fear still washing through his body. Said fear was slowly pushed out of him as he was continuously stroked for minutes without end. Slowly the arcanine opened his crimson eyes to see what was going on. The sight of the sylveon smiling gently up at him was something that the fire dog had not expected to see. Turning his head ever so slightly the former slave noticed that the fairy fox’s long ribbon-like feelers were caressing him in the same way a parent would a startled pup. Tears filled his eyes as he thought about such a thing happening to him, his mind was once again spiraling as a surge of memories and thoughts overwhelmed him.

The sylveon allowed the arcanine to release all of the pain he had stored within him as he rubbed his feelers over the other’s head and then down along his chest. The shudders which raced throughout the larger male’s body transmitted themselves through his long ribbon-like extension, however when they hit his chest his natural ability as a fairy simply absorbed the negative emotions into himself before transforming them into a cool blue mist which he breathed out from in between his lips. Once the arcanine had finally settled down to the point where he was no longer trembling like a leaf in the wind the fairy fox used his feelers to ease the other back down within the hot spring he had helped the broken pokemorph into earlier. With the fire dog seated in front of him the sylveon moved up closer to him and then hugged the other.

The arcanine unconsciously wrapped his arms around the smaller pokemorph pressed tightly into his chest, his instinctive need for comfort making it so that his rational mind could not resist what was happening to him.

The fairy fox used this to his advantage as he extended his feelers as far as they could go before winding them around the larger pokemorph’s body while staring deep into the other’s eyes. When the sylveon’s rose colored eyes began to shimmer with iridescent light Bidziil found his mind going blank for a second time today, though this time he was falling into the depths of his inner self, instead he was stood as a conscious presence as he looked down into the glittering pools which were eagerly asking him to bear himself to them. Then sylveon then began to massage the arcanine with his ribbons. The former slave slowly whined at the gentle sensations running throughout his body.  

Lifting his head skyward the sylveon breathed out a torrent of blue vapor from his muzzle as years worth of pain, torrment, humiliation, and suffering trailed out from his own body. The sylveon winced as he felt the fire dog’s misery rise up through his feelers, the depths of the other’s pain that the other pokemorph had suffered for so many years was deep enough to physically hurt him, but he didn’t release the other. Instead the fairy fox pulled himself tighter against the fire dog as he worked to draw out the suffering which had rooted itself deep within the other’s soul.

An hour later the blue vapor had finally finished spilling out from the fairy fox’s maw. By this time the smaller pokemorph was trembling in his place. Thankfully the arcanine’s strong arms continued to hold onto him because seconds later the sylveon collapsed into the fire dog’s embrace. A tired sigh escaped the other’s lips as he recoiled his feelers back to their normal length. A few seconds later the exhausted fairy fox reached up to caress the former slave’s cheek. Bidziil looked down at the other’s no longer shimmering eyes and an unknown emotion passed between the two of them before the unnamed male passed out into the arcanine’s embrace leaving a very confused arcanine looking down at the smaller pokemorph.

Because he didn’t know what to do in this situation the fire dog simply cradled the sylveon within his muscular arms, his crimson eyes brushed down the length of the other’s body as the strange emotion from before now curled within his gut with more demanding force. However, instead of feeling a strong sense of panic Bidziil felt a strong sense of protectiveness course through his being as he stared at the fairy fox quietly nuzzling himself into his chest. Not sure what to do in this situation the arcanine merely rested within the still heated waters around him. He sat there for nearly half-an-hour before he felt the urge to get out overcome him. Looking between the slumbering sylveon in his arms and the open door leading into the house the former slave didn’t know what to do with himself. Half an hour later a sense of annoyance at being sopping wet quickly overcame him, and so Bidziil rose up from out of the water and then padded his way towards the house. Before he stepped inside however, he settled the unnamed male down onto the ground and then shook himself off. Water flew everywhere as the oils within his thick fur pushed out the clear liquid covering him.

Once he was dried off Bidziil began to lick himself clean, his long tongue brushed over and then down the length of his arms and chest before he settled himself down onto the ground. He then began curling himself down and then around so that he could get to his thighs, legs, and then on further to his feet before finally getting to his thick and fluffy tail. He ended up choking of a few strands of tangled fur as he cleaned himself, but he persisted with his cleaning all the same, though in the back of his mind he made a mental reminder to find a fur brush to untangle the knots within. The former slave saved his groin for last, as he wanted to make sure to clean the more intimate portion of his body off as thoroughly as he could. Moving his tongue around his heavy balls and then to the underside of his taint Bidziil sniffed himself several times, noting with some surprise that he smelled relatively healthy around this area of his body. Shaking his head he made his way back to his sheathless cock. The fire dog swept his broad tongue over and along the head of his manhood, shivering as the electric sensations of pleasure welled up inside of his gut, before continuing down the long stalk of darkened flesh. Once he was sure he was as clean as he could get around this part of himself the former tribal turned his head to regard the slumbering sylveon.

Instinct warred with memories as he thought about what he was about to do next.

A silent voice whispered within his mind that he should side with the long held ways of his people instead of the pain filled remembrance of his time with the wretched humans that had enslaved him and scattered his people. Narrowing his crimson eyes in displeasure Bidziil felt a sense of anger burn within his chest as he thought about everything that had been done to him at the hands of the invaders of his and his people’s land. He rapidly brushed those feelings aside. They had no place here right now.

Leaning down over the slowly breathing sylveon Bidziil began to lick the cooling water off from the unnamed male’s lean body. Carefully going over the fairy fox’s slim form the fire dog found himself unconsciously sniffing over the other. The sweet scent of fresh flowers made his tail beat at the ground underneath him, however he continued cleaning the other instead of questioning why the smell of the other had elicited such a playful response out of himself. Brushing over the unnamed male’s sheath the former slave found himself spending several extra seconds here cleaning the water from the other’s body before digging his nose into the sylveon’s ballsack. Why he did so he wasn't sure but something urged him to make sure that this region of the other was cleaned more than any other. The dull purr which escaped from out of his throat as he rolled the twin orbs onto his tongue was not something that Bidziil had expected of himself but he didn’t resist his body’s strange vocalization. A small smile tugged at the edge of his lips as the slumbering male rolled around and then thrust up into his muzzle.

He did stop the throaty noise once he fully finished cleaning the other from head down to the pads of his toes.

Picking the sylveon up and then carrying the other into the house Bidziil sniffed around the well furnished home until he found his way to a room that heavily carried the scent of his sylveon. Opening the door and then peering inside the fire dog found himself surprised as he noticed the various vases filled with flowers which were lined about the room. His tail wagged slightly when he noticed the large four poster bed which sat quietly near the far left. Making his way over to the sleeping area the arcanine gently laid the smaller pokemorph down onto the mattress. Looking down over the other the former slave found himself blinking in confusion as he tried to figure out why he had such a turn of emotions with regard to the slumbering male.

Searching through his emotions the arcanine realized that the fear and apprehension that he felt beforehand was nowhere to be found. Trying to reach out for the feelings only ended with the fire dog grasping onto the memories of what had happened to him throughout his life. Anger filled his belly as he recalled everything that the humans had done to him across the past decade. Every single beating made a snarl tickle along the edge of his throat. The disrespect at what they had done to the dead all in pursuit of their selfish gains caused his muscles to tighten. The knowledge of what had become of his tribe made Bidziil’s fangs clench as anger swelled within in muscular chest. The feelings of pain and humiliation over their constant torment of him sparked rage to burst into being deep within the arcanine’s gut and soon he began growling low and deep. The feeling of the heat within boiling up and then caressing his throat was one that was almost a foriegn experience to the former slave, as he had not been able to enjoy such a sensation since the time before he had been captured.

His tribe.

His people.

Those damned humans had stolen them from him!

Bidziil found himself ready to roar as a torrent of fire rolled within his muzzle.

It was only the realization of where he was that kept him from burning everything around him to cinders. Turning his head left and right the arcanine found his crimson eyes catching onto the sight of a log of wood within a nearby fireplace. Stomping over to the area in question Bidziil blasted a gout of flame out from his maw over the dry piece of wood. It quickly caught on fire and soon enough the slightly chilled room was glowing with an orange and red hue as pleasant heat danced about the sylveon’s room. A sense of calmness overcame the arcanine as he looked to the flickering flames before him, however his anger would not be so easily sated. As he stared deep into the fire before him Bidziil’s mind conjured up the memories of his former life with his people. Before long the vision of the happy times with his family and chieftain changed to one filled with the bloodied corpses of those who had fallen in order to defend his people’s land. A growl tore through out from Bidziil’s throat as tears welled within his eyes.

A cool breeze made the fire dog turn to notice that the door he had stepped through was still open.

Pulling himself away from his place near the fire the arcanine went over to close the door but before he could do so he found himself looking to see a massive mudsdale clopping up in front of him. The two pokemorphs stared at each other in silence for a few moments, a silent conversation passed between their eyes as the two males realized that they had been tribal warriors during a time that has cruelly ripped away from them. The mud stallion turned away from the arcanine to look inside of the room a few seconds later. Upon seeing the slumbering sylveon resting on the large bed and the warm fire which had been lit for him the mudsdale reached up to press a finger in front of his long snout and then took a step back from the door. He then waved for the arcanine to follow him out into the hallway.

Not seeing a reason to mistrust a fellow pokemorph Bidziil followed after the other, closing the door to the fairy fox’s room before he got too far away. The pair walked silently down the hallway, the various tapestries and paintings mounted onto the wall passed them by with barely a glance before they made their way into the kitchen. The sight of numerous pokemorphs sitting around talking with each other was not a sight that the arcanine was prepared to see, though that might have been because he thought that the house was empty. The others stopped what they were doing to look at him, looks of confusion and slight suspicious danced across various faces and muzzle. Once he nodded back to them the rest smiled and then waved or nodded to him in return. The mudsdale patted his shoulder and then pointed to a nearby table that had two wood benches that looked sturdy enough to hold up their respective bulks.

Making his way over and then sitting down Bidziil watched as the mud stallion took his seat across from him and then turned his braided head towards the back area. The arcanine turned to see a slim flareon rushing out from a backroom carrying various plates of food in his hands and on his arms and on his head. Watching as the fire fox served all of the pokemorphs within the room was rather amusing for Bidziil as he didn’t expect the other to be able to handle such a task with such a level of dexterity as he swiftly and cleanly placed down something for everyone in the room before disappearing back into the back once more. Looking down at the steaming helping of meat in front of him the arcanine turned his head to the mud stallion and then waited. When the other nodded to him the fire dog wasted no time in gorging himself on the meal he had been presented.

No one had anything to say as he picked up slab after slab of flesh and then ripped into it with his fangs. The humans that had imprisoned him had always complained or scoffed at him about how much of an animal he was as he ate. The former slave never understood this reaction as he was an animal, and so he took pride in enjoying the sacrifice for which he had been given. The mudsdale in front of him merely smiled as he pulled his bowl of warmed oats away from the fire dog dog before picking up the container and then stuffing his muzzle into it. The rest of the pokemorphs ate their own meals with as much grace and dignity that was due their respective species.

Once they were done everyone praised their meal in their own respective way before getting up and going about their way. Bidziil and the mudsdale remained behind and so were able to witness a slim vaporeon rush out to collect all of the utensils and eating containers from the various empty tables. When the slim figure walked over to him the fire dog took notice over the fact that the water fox was as naked as he was, when his long mermaid-like tail waved up and down revealing the tight pucker hidden beneath Bidziil found himself cocking his head at the other slightly. A second later the fire dog blinked and then turned to look at the mud stallion in front of him. Curling his head downwards revealed that, yes, the other was just as naked as he was. The sound of a happy whinny escaping from the other pokemorph’s muzzle helped to distract the former slave from watching as the vaporeon came over to scoop up their eating tools.

“You just noticed?” The mud stallion asked in a voice that was thick with an accent that Bidziil had never heard before.

“I hadn’t thought to look before now.” It was an honest truth. Usually one did not look down at another, not unless they were looking to proposition the other for mateship. “I apologize.”

“There is no offense taken here, young one.” The mud stallion chuckled while leaning back and curling his muscular arms over his stout chest. “Though if you are interested I would not be insulted to roll in the hay with you.”

“My people don’t lay with other males.” These words were more of a statement of fact rather than an insult, though for some reason they sounded rather hollow in Bidziil’s ears.

“You’ll find that your taste may end up changing before long, as there are very few females working for the young master.” The mudsdale replied honestly.

“Young master?” The thought of a human being here set the arcanine’s teeth on edge.

“You were bathing with him earlier.” That made the fire dog gape slightly.

Going through his recent memories Bidziil could see himself calling the sylveon master at some point when he had been...afraid of the fairy fox punishing him. A sense of confusion rippled through the arcanine as he tried to remember why he had been so frightened of the smaller pokemorph.

“It’s because he released the fear from your heart.” Bidziil blinked owlishly at the mud stallion as he answered the question he was sure he hadn’t voiced. “Don’t worry,” the older pokemorph chuckled. “I was the same as you when I first got here. Spirits, I think we all were, well, with the exception of the master’s brothers.” He said before turning to look at the door the flareon and vaporeon had come out of.

“You were a slave?” It should have been rather obvious, considering that the other was a pokemorph, however, Bidziil did recall somewhere within the dark corners of his mind that some pokemorphs were free from the shackles of humanities’ cruelty.

“Ever since I was born.” The mud stallion replied making Bidziil lower his ears in sympathy.

“I’m sorry for what you must have endured.” It was all the fire dog could think to say to empathize with the other.

“I thank you for your sympathy, but you did not place my people into stables, beat us until we submitted, and then dressed us in harnesses in order to drag carriages across the open fields.” The older mudsdale commented with a shrug.

“Damn humans!” Bidziil snarled while digging his jet black claws into the table.

“Be calm, young one.” The mud stallion ordered calmly. The arcanine blinked in confusion as he looked to the other. Surely the older pokemorph had to have felt the same anger he did over what had happened to him and his people. “We are in the master’s home, and so there is no reason to take anger out on what belongs to him.” Bidziil immediately raised his paws up from the wooden table he was seated at. Looking down he found shame biting at his heart as he noticed the small furrows his talons had carved into the wood. “It is fine. One of the others will buff out the marks once we leave to go about our chores for the day.”

“The sylveon has slaves?” It was an honest question that the arcanine wasn’t sure how to feel about asking. Looking around to the other pokemorphs that were still within the eating area.

“No one here is a slave any longer.” The mudsdale admitted with a playful smirk.

“Then how…” Bidziil asked while casting a hand out to emphasize the lavishness of the room around him.

“He is one of the head members of the First Pokemorph Union.” The mudsdale answered.

“What exactly is that?” The arcanine asked as he stared blankly at the older pokemorph. He remembered someone from the group coming to tell him and many other slaves of their status as freed pokemorphs, however he didn’t really understand what this union even was.

“They’re a group of pokemorphs that have decided to change the world.” The mud stallion answered honestly.

“Meaning what?” The fire dog inquired with a raised eyebrow.

“Let’s just say that they have made it their mission to see that humans won’t be stealing from us any longer.” The dark gleam within the mud stallion’s eyes brought a feral smirk to Bidziil’s lips.

“That’s a very pleasant thing to hear.” The fire dog chuckled.

“Very much so,” the mudsdale whinny happily. “But let’s leave that alone for now.” The arcanine nodded without thought, his inherent nature to follow orders coming through rather strong as he looked to the warrior in front of him. “What’s most important at this point is what you are going to do next, young one.”

“What can I do now?” That was something that the fire dog hadn’t really thought about as everything seemed to be moving really fast right now.

“You have a lot of paths to take at the moment, and I’ll help guide you through them as best I can if you allow me the opportunity, but on one simple condition.” The mudsdale leaned across the table to stare Bidziil into the eyes with a look that could shatter glass.

“And that is?”

“Stay and become the master’s guardian.”

“Yes.” The arcanine said without thought. He might not have fully understood everything going around him but he had two very good reasons for staying where he was and being near the sylveon right now.

The mudsdale smiled as he heard these words.

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