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  Relationship:
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      (s), pokephilia_-_Relationship
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      Eievui_|_Eevee, Original_Pokemon_Trainer(s), Nymphia_|_Sylveon, Random
      pokemon
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      Published: 2017-04-21 Updated: 2017-05-19 Chapters: 3/? Words: 15860
****** and then ******
by iffenyeplease
Summary
     Iona was the forgotten child of a wealthy family, looked after only
     by her Girafarig and the maids of the house. It wasn't until her
     Girafarig died and her brother threw an Eevee at her to raise that
     things began to change in her life, and my what changes they were....
Notes
     I'm writing this purely for fun. I'm not bothering to make it pretty
     or perfect or even mildly coherent. I'm literally just writing to
     write and exploring something that makes me go "hmmm." If you're
     expecting anything beyond that you're looking in the wrong place.
     Also if you don't like Pokemon doing wicked things to their trainers
     then you'd best back away now. Trust me. It'll be better that way.
     Honestly this came about from wondering what would stop Pokemon from
     being very effective rapists of humans. They can interbreed to an
     absurd degree, so why would humans be exempt? Would it just be
     general disinterest? Would all Pokemon have the same disinterest in
     humans? Why? If a human and Pokemon had relations then what would
     that mean? If it were a Slowpoke then that would be different from an
     Alakazam, wouldn't it? Some have human levels of intelligence or
     beyond. What would stop them from being able to consent? Granted, my
     knowledge of Pokemon is now almost twenty years old so I'm just
     flailing around in the dark with this story.
     Also, what are "tenses"? I hear they're quite something, but I've
     never really gotten the hang of them.
***** 1 *****
If things had been sudden they would've been easier. If it hadn't been such a
gradual progression, such a natural step from one to the next, then she
would've been able to wrap her mind around it with nothing worse than a shrug
and a firm resolve to never let that happen again. Iona knew all this, but it
didn't make things any easier in the here and now, and especially not with her
mother staring her down and demanding to know what was going on.
As her Sylveon slinked out of the bushes, winking at her as he went, Iona found
herself contemplating the question far more than her mother probably wanted her
to. How had she gotten here? How had things turned out like this to the point
of her being all but naked in the creek with only one Pokemon to keep her
company?
Iona supposed it had started with her Girafarig. Raffy had been a gift from a
distant aunt, farther back then Iona could really remember. Her childhood was
alarmingly full of holes, memories seeming to leak out whenever she turned
around, but most of the things she could recall with a smile involved Raffy.
She was never the strongest Pokemon in the house, that honor went to her
brother's Pokemon at any given time, but she was sweet and steadfast. She was
the one who comforted Iona when she cried in her closet because her mother had
yelled again or her father had hit her.
Her brother's favorite past time was, of course, trying to torment Iona. It was
just what brothers did, her mother had told her once, and then told Iona to
stop bothering her. Raffy was the one who protected them both after her brother
realized that the Girafarig would always throw herself in front of her human no
matter how powerful the Pokemon she was facing happened to be. That was a part
of her childhood she would happily have forgotten. Instead Iona could remember
screaming his name until her voice broke, “Tristen” becoming a shattered
screech, when his Pokemon of the time, a huge Houndoom, pinned Raffy to the
ground and was snapping at her throat. Tristen had been laughing, egging it on,
saying in quick asides to Iona that, look, her stupid Girafarig was this close
to getting its throat torn out. Raffy had been crying too, thrashing, her tail
lunging to try and bite, when their father had stormed out of his study down
the hall and kicked the Houndoom square in the ribs.
Surprised by the blow it had slammed into the wall and slumped down in a daze.
Iona could still remember how she'd turned to her father with grateful tears,
ready to throw herself against him in the biggest hug she could manage, when
he'd wheeled to face her and demanded to know what she'd done to upset her
brother. She had gawped, her mouth opening and closing like a Magikarp's, when
he'd raised his hand in a move she knew so well.
She'd cringed down, trying to avoid what she knew was coming, when she heard a
smack and Raffy cried out. She cracked open one eye, then the other, then
turned to stare. There was her Raffy, panting, standing firmly between her
father and Iona. Her tail was snapping in agitation but she made no other move.
She stared down Iona's father, a giant of a man to Iona's way of thinking, and
didn't flinch when he lifted his hand again. Her fur was mussed, her chest
heaving, but she stood strong.
Her father had laughed, lowering his hand. He turned to go back into his study,
shaking his head and smiling in a way that Iona never learned to like, when
Raffy's tail snapped down on Iona's shirt sleeve. Before her father vanished
back through the door Raffy had started moving, hustling them both down the
hallway before Tristen could regroup. Iona found out later from a maid that
he'd had to use a hyper potion to get his Houndoom moving again, but not before
he'd kicked it himself as punishment for letting itself be taken by surprise
like that.
Her brother went through Pokemon fairly quickly, coming back from boarding
school with some new and vicious one that he'd gotten. She didn't know what
happened to the old ones, though she could remember looking out the window
after her brother had been bragging about how much stronger this Fearow was
compared to his old one and seeing a very familiar Fearow dragging itself into
the forest at the edge of the property, one wing hanging at wrong angles.
She and Raffy made a game of hiding after that. Once one of the maids,
happening upon them, had asked how she wasn't able to see them there under the
table. Iona had looked at the maid, looked at Raffy, then shrugged. “She makes
us hard to see,” she'd said. The maid had pressed on, saying she had a psychic
Pokemon herself and was wanting to know what move that was that Raffy was
using, and Iona couldn't do more than shrug. Iona had no interest in training
Raffy, not really, since you don't train your friends and that's what Raffy was
to her. She didn't even know the names of the things Raffy knew how to do, or
if the things she did had names at all. She simply trusted Raffy to do what she
needed to when she needed to, nothing more or less, and Raffy did just fine at
that.
The library was a welcome refuge for them both, especially since it never
seemed to occur to her family that she would ever be in there. Granted, in a
house that had double digit rooms Iona supposed they would've thought she'd
hide anywhere else first since, so far as they knew, books weren't something
she could understand anyway. Once when Iona was younger she'd asked her mother
why she didn't go to school like Tristen did. Her mother had laughed. “You're
too stupid,” she'd said, and that was that. She only learned to read because a
maid had happened upon her hidden in a back room with a picture book of Pokemon
she'd found in Tristen's old nursery.
The maid, a kind woman with dark eyes, had sat down beside Iona and pointed to
one of the pictures. “That's a Caterpie,” she said softly. “This letter is 'c'
and that is the letter here,” she pointed from the letter to the Pokemon. Iona
had stared in fascination. The thought that the symbols she saw meant anything
was shocking.
Raffy, misreading her human's sudden tension, had started to make a warning
noise, ready to intervene, when Iona flipped the page, almost tearing it in her
haste, and cried, “What's this one? Does it mean something too? Do they all
mean something?”
The maid, Ava, had sat there going over every letter until the little girl was
able to say them on her own when she saw the symbols. It would be a long time
before the letters truly stuck, but that day was a definite beginning to the
process of it. Raffy had watched the whole process with just as much
fascination, her tail's mouth hanging open. It wasn't until Ava's Pokemon, a
Mr. Mime, came in with a broom and communicated to his trainer that he'd
finished the rooms she'd given him that any of them realized how much time had
passed. Ava had thanked him, returned him to his Pokeball, and gotten up to
leave with one last smile for Iona.
Iona tried to be a big girl, a grown up girl, but when she opened her mouth to
say thank you she began to cry instead. Her words got all jumbled up in her
mouth, fighting around the big lump that had caught in her throat, and she
cried harder.
Ava leaned down and wrapped her arms around little, shaking shoulders. Raffy
leaned against Iona's back, offering what support she could and making small
sounds of discontent as her human continued to cry. Eventually the tears had
faded and Iona, breath still hitching, was able to say thank you.
The maid nodded and whispered, “I will come back in five days to clean these
rooms. If you find more books like this I will help you read them, okay? It can
be our secret.” She'd held up one finger in front of her mouth and winked. Iona
felt very grown up when she returned the gesture. It was good to have a secret
like that, all warm in her chest and keeping her company when her parents got
angry.
Iona didn't have many happy memories of her childhood, but Ava was a great part
of the ones she did have. Raffy was slow to accept the maid, but eventually
trusted the woman enough that Raffy would go and help her Mr. Mime while Ava
was teaching Iona. Those were good days.
The greatest heartbreak of her young life was when Ava came, just as she always
did, and told Iona as gently as she could that she would not be coming back.
Her daughter was very sick in Violet City. That day was a blur to Iona even so
many years later, but the memory that stuck out from that awful day was when
Ava had hugged her tight and told Iona that, if ever she needed it, she could
come to where Ava was and she would have a safe place to stay. Then she'd stood
back up, smiling through her tears, and said that until then Iona could trust
in her Pokemon to keep her safe.
Life after that had turned into a mess of days that only changed in what books
she was able to sneak out. She learned about mathematics and science and things
that no one ever told her, struggling through the words she didn't know until
she could guess what most of them were. The ones she couldn't she furtively
found in a dictionary. Her father collected books like some people collected
Pokemon, amassing a collection he never touched just for the look of it. Iona
had known he would've blacked her eye if he'd known she was taking books but
Raffy helped her be sneaky about it. If it hadn't been for those books she
never would've realized that the world she know in her family's house was not
life as it should be. It was something she never knew if she was really
grateful for knowing.
That was her childhood, or what she counted as her childhood. It ended when she
turned fourteen, though she wouldn't know until later. That was when Raffy got
sick. It was a slow sickness, a creeping one, and even though she begged for
days her parents refused to take Raffy to a Pokemon Center. One of the maids
was kind enough to give her potions to ease Raffy's pain. It was all she could
do. Iona spent long days curled up with her Girafarig, stroking her long neck
and whispering about how wonderful life was with Raffy there beside her.
When Raffy passed it was another day that Iona couldn't really remember after.
She barely remembered laying long hours with what once had been her sister, her
best friend, her only companion, until one of the maids had braved the sick
room and forced Iona to get up. It took a long time. The maids were kind enough
to shelter her from her parents as she went about in a daze. Thinking back on
it Iona couldn't help but be amazed that the women had gone through such great
lengths to protect her but then her books had long since taught her that
kindness was not the aberration her upbringing had led her to think it was.
She was still in shock from Raffy's death, still passing her days with reaching
to put a hand on Raffy's back as she wandered the halls of the house, when in
her daze she found herself directly in the path of Tristen. She froze, hand
still hovering where her heart had been, when he laughed. “That Girafarig
croaked, huh? Dad told me about that. He said you were cuddling with a dead
body. Gross.”
Iona hadn't answered. Her voice was stuck in her throat, trapped behind the
pain that pulsed with her heartbeat. Raffy wasn't there. Raffy would've known
what to do. Raffy would've hid them.
Caught in these thoughts Iona was barely able to move when her brother tossed a
Pokeball at her. It struck her shoulder and it was only dumb luck that let her
catch it before it hit the ground. She looked at it in her hands then looked at
Tristen, not sure what was happening.
“You've got free time. Make sure that Eevee doesn't die. I just bought it from
a breeder. He said it was the biggest one he had. Dad promised me a trip out to
Frost Cavern after finals so don't kill it before then.”
Iona had been spared trying to answer him, though she doubted she could have
anyway. Tristen had called out to a Pokemon she hadn't seen, a big spiky thing
that seemed like it shouldn't be able to fit in the hallway, and went in to
their father's study. He'd been tossing another Pokeball up and down in his
hand when he vanished through the door. Iona didn't stop to try and figure out
what had happened. Even without Raffy there to guide her she knew that her
brother's good humor would vanish soon enough and that she needed to be gone
long before then.
So she vanished first, hiding out in one of the guest bedrooms, before
releasing the Pokemon she'd been given. It was indeed an Eevee, just like the
ones in the picture book she'd found those many years ago, and it had yipped
angrily at her from where it had been released onto the bed.
Iona swallowed hard. “H-hello. I.. M-my name is Iona.” She held out her hand
and didn't even realize she'd done it until the Eevee had stopped yipping and
tilted its head at her in confusion. “Oh. I'm s-s-sorry. I've do-do-don't – I
h-haven't –“ she swallowed again, closed her eyes, and counted to ten. When she
opened her eyes again the Eevee had sat itself down primly, its tail twitching,
and was regarding her with interest instead of anger. “I'm s-sorry. My br-
brother just threw you at me. I do-don't know what to d-d-do.”
At the mention of Tristen the Eevee growled and its fur fluffed angrily. Iona
nodded. “His n-n-name is Tri-tristen. I don't know if he t-told you.”
The Eevee shook its head. Iona blinked in surprise. She hadn't known many
Pokemon except for Raffy but even the more human-ish ones she'd seen hadn't all
known such a human gesture. The Eevee huffed a breath, stood up, and pawed at
the coverlet. It looked at her, pawed the coverlet, then looked at her again.
Eventually it dawned on her that it wanted her to come to it and she said, “Oh!
I'm s-sorry E-e-eevee. I'm... th-this isn't my b-best d-day.” She walked up to
the edge of the bed. She didn't know how big Eevees usually were but this one
was big enough to look her in the eye when it reared up and put its paws on her
shoulders. It trilled in question, tilting its head at her.
“Umm... M-m-m-my... I ha-ha-ha-had...” Suddenly the grief was there, choking
her again. She sank to the floor and braced her forehead against the side of
the bed. Iona closed her eyes and focused on breathing, trying not to notice
that when she reached out for Raffy her hand met only air.
Then there was a thump, a skitter of paws, and fur under her hand. Iona looked
over and saw through a haze of tears that the Eevee had come down to the floor
to join her. It had wriggled under her hand and was looking at her with
kindness in its eyes. She made a sound then, harsh and startled, that took a
moment to register as being a laugh.
“My R-raffy.” Iona choked out. “She di-died.”
The Eevee trilled again and leaned against her thigh, a solid weight to ground
her against the grief that made her head swim. She didn't know if it actually
understand her words, not all Pokemon could, but it seemed to understand that
she needed comfort and steadiness.
“Th-th-thank you,” she whispered thickly. “M-may I hold you?”
The Eevee looked at her for a second before it surprised her again by nodding.
It climbed into her lap like it had been born to the task, stretching up to
hook its paws over her shoulder and tucking its head between her shoulder and
jaw. She hiccuped, leaning her head against its fur, and said, “What sh-should
I call you?”
It nipped her jaw gently and she giggled weakly. “I'll ask l-later, then.” It
trilled its approval. Iona folded herself carefully over it, holding it close,
and let the silence embrace them both.
***** Chapter 2 *****
Chapter Notes
     Yes, she has a stutter. Why? Because some people stutter. I'm not
     making a statement of any kind by having her stutter. It's just a
     thing she does. I also don't always remember to add it in, so that's
     a thing too. It doesn't mean anything either way.
By the next day Tristen was already gone. The maids signaled as much to Iona
when she darted into the kitchen for food, snatching up the tray they had ready
for her from its hiding place and racing back out before anyone but the maids
could see her.
The Eevee turned up its nose when she offered it a bit of pastry. “Do you n-not
want it?” she asked.
It turned away, scanning her bedroom, and then ran across to snatch a bandanna
off a stuffed Bulbasaur. After a bit of wrestling it was triumphant, prancing
back to her with its prize. She watched in mild bewilderment as it laid out the
bandanna and then laughed when the Eevee proceeded to daintily pick out parts
of their breakfast and lay it in the bandanna. When it was finished it nosed
the bandanna into folds over the food, then looked pointedly from the bundle it
had made to the window nearby.
“Outs-s-side? You w-want to go out th-there to eat?” She bit her lip when it
nodded. “I'm no-not ss-ure, Eevee. There are a lot of sc-scary Pokemon
outside.”
The Eevee gave her the most deadpan look she'd ever seen in her life. The grief
in her chest didn't feel as crushing as she laughed. “Okay. You w-win.” She
stuffed a biscuit into her mouth, added a few Berries to the bandanna, then
tied it off and tucked it into the bag she slung over her shoulder.
The Eevee seemed smug as it walked beside her, though its enthusiasm was
dampened by the time they finally made it outside. The sun was hidden behind
clouds by then and a chill wind caught them both and made Iona shiver.
It turned to look at her in question. She shrugged. “You w-wanted t-to.”
It made a grumbling sound then struck off down the path that led away from the
door. It was one of the side doors, out of sight of the windows her parents
would probably look out of, so it wasn't nicely paved or any such. It was
simply a path that, honestly, Iona had never dared to brave before. Raffy had
never really wanted to go outside.
It did feel nice though, Iona had to admit. The sun peeked through the clouds
here and there and the wind shifted from chilling to pleasant the further they
got. The Eevee seemed happy enough now, leading the way like it had been down
the path a thousand times. Iona followed with a lighter heart though part of
her was still scanning around for the dangerous Pokemon her mother had always
said lived out here.
They didn't even see any Pokemon aside from a flock of Pidgeys that didn't seem
overly concerned with their presence. They looked her over in a fright when she
came around the curve of the path, true, but then they relaxed when she made no
move toward them and went back to hunting for food. The Eevee paid them no mind
at all but instead scrambled up onto a boulder nearby, trilling triumphantly
once it reached the top.
Iona laughed to see its efforts, the tightness in her chest easing. She took a
second to crumble up a bit of bread and throw it out to the delight of the
Pidgeys before turning back to the Eevee.
“Hey,” she called up to it as it came carefully back down to join her at ground
level, “are yo-you a g-g-girl Eevee?”
It barked a seeming negative response, more intent on navigating its footing,
before Iona reached out and picked it up from the ledge it had been figuring
out. It huffed at her but then flipped over onto its back and stretched out in
her arms, nearly tipping itself out of her embrace, inadvertently showing Iona
that it was, indeed, male. She patted his belly awkwardly, trying not to drop
him, then set him down near a much smaller and flatter boulder.
Iona laid out their meal and the Eevee darted over to lean up and lick her
cheek in apparent approval. She giggled at his tongue then kissed him on the
head. “Let's e-eat before the Pi-pidgeys take it all,” she said.
That was their first trip out past the house, but not their last. It became
something of a tradition and then a necessity when her father came roaring out
of his study one day a few weeks later, angry as all hell at something and
looking for an outlet. Iona ducked under a table, Eevee pressed up against her
side, but she'd forgotten that it was Raffy's skill that had made them
impossible to find. Eevee had no such skill and her father was determined. He'd
dragged her out by the leg, not even allowing her to get up off the floor
before he was screaming down at her. His Gardevoir had watched from the
doorway, her petals folded and as much sorrow as she could show on her face.
She made no move to help Iona.
Eevee had no such issues. As soon as he realized what was happening he jumped
out, landing squarely on Iona's chest and crying out angrily at her father. He
stopped screaming long enough to go, “What the hell is this? Is this Tristen's
Eevee?” then leaned down to slap Iona across the face. “What are you doing
stealing your brother's Pokemon, Iona?!”
Eevee wasn't having it. He lunged forward and sank his teeth into her father's
hand, hard and deep. The man roared as he stumbled back, flailing to try and
get the Pokemon to let go, and only then did the Gardevoir step forward. Her
psychic powers took hold of Eevee and pried his jaws loose.
Iona scrambled backward until her back hit a wall, opening her arms to receive
the Eevee as Gardevoir sent him floating to her. She had maneuvered herself
between Iona's father and the two huddled against the wall and in the time it
took him to get around her Iona had collected her wits enough to force words
out of the tangle they'd gotten into in her throat, all matted and snarled. “G-
g-gave to me! Tristen g-gave me the Eevee to take c-c-c-care of for him!”
The man stopped, blinked, and said, “Oh. I see.” Then he turned and walked
away. His Gardevoir followed after a moment, pausing only long enough to throw
a sorrowful look back at Iona and the Eevee with her.
Iona gulped in a deep breath. “I th-think,” she said to the Eevee, “we-we
should g-g-g-go ou-ou-outside.” Eevee trilled in agreement and the two made
great haste in getting outside, especially when they heard another door slam
further in the house.
The curious thing about their adventures outside was that Iona didn't see the
dangerous Pokemon she'd always been told were out there. If anything she met
nothing much bigger than a Marrill near the water's edge, peeking out from
behind the cat tails, and even those were more likely to run away than stay and
offer challenge. It wasn't until Iona asked one of the maids, a no-nonsense
woman named Mary, that she got an answer. The woman had snorted and said, “Well
do you go out there kitted up and ready to truss up the first one you find to
take home?”
“N-no. We just go w-w-walking. So-sometimes I take a lit-little extra food for
the P-pidgeys and Spear-rows. The Murkrows st-steal it sometimes.”
The maid nodded and motioned for Iona to take the other side of the bed sheet
she was fitting onto one of the many guest beds. “There you go. You don't mean
them any harm and they know that. Pokemon are much smarter than some people –”
here she threw a dark look in the direction of Iona's mother's office, where
she was probably brokering another Gym deal, “–want to admit. Just ask your
Eevee there. He's as clever as they come.” Mary leaned down and addressed him
directly, “I've met Kadabra's that hadn't your cleverness, sir. Not half as
much.” She straightened and winked at Iona. “Then again maybe I've only met
very silly Kadabra's.” Her Alakazam made an affronted sound and gently smacked
the maid with one of its spoons. Mary laughed outright at that.
Iona nodded. “Raffy was clever too, remember?” she said with a twinge of
remembered grief. The majority of her felt only happy, remembering her beloved
Girafarig, and she smiled when Mary nodded back. “That she was. She was smart,
Raffy was, but our Eevee is a cleverer boy still.”
With this in mind Eevee and Iona began venturing deeper into the woods. They
spent many long hours under the trees and before too long Iona began bringing
books out with them. By then months had passed with only a passing realization
that Tristen's finals must've come and gone, along with her birthday, but he
hadn't returned yet, though Iona was careful not to mention that to her parents
whenever she did see them.
Instead she focused on Eevee, who was now even bigger, something that shocked
the maids when they encountered him. One, a girl from a breeding farm further
out in Kanto, had told Iona that she'd never seen one that size before and that
he was sure to be massive whenever he evolved into his next form. Iona agreed,
never having seen another Eevee before, and had told Eevee when they curled up
together in her bed that night. He had licked her jaw sleepily and made a proud
sort of sound, puffing out his chest. Iona hadn't said what had followed that
thought: Tristen never let anyone have any Pokemon more impressive than his
own. He was sure to take Eevee back.
She closed her eyes tight against the pain the thought evoked and fell asleep
holding Eevee closer than was perhaps comfortable for him. He didn't make a
sound of protest, only licked her again in reassurance. It had become his habit
after that first meeting. Iona found it soothing.
Iona lost track of the days as they went by, the only difference becoming what
books they read together out under the trees or a few noteworthy events like
them stumbling upon a cave whose only occupants were a reclusive Solrock and a
small group of Whismur that, after a disastrously loud first encounter, quickly
grew used to she and Eevee in their space and gladly shared the cave when the
rain came sheeting down. They seemed to grow especially fond of the pair when
Iona brought out one of her books and read it aloud in the cave. The group of
Whismurs crowded in close, their whispers growing even softer the longer she
read until they were all but silent, listening. She supposed that her voice,
which she kept low and soothing, was a nice change from all the sounds that
hurt them.
Iona was in the middle of reading out a book about mathematics when she
realized that she was happy. It wasn't happy like she read about in stories,
mind you. It didn't make her feel like she was floating or able to rule the
world or anything. Instead she felt warm and content, sitting there in the cave
with Eevee at her side, trilling happily while the Whismurs listened and the
Solrock drifted at the edge of the light.
The feeling dimmed whenever they were in the house, haunted as it was by her
parents' sporadic rages and the threat of her brother returning, but she tried
not to dwell on that. Instead she remembered the trees and naps in the cave,
curled up in the dark recesses in a nest the Whismurs had presented her with
one day when she and Eevee went to visit. It wasn't as nice as her bed, just a
bit of ground in the cave they'd hollowed out, but the thought of being with
creatures that wanted her there made it infinitely more preferable, and her
honor guard of jumpy Whismurs let her sleep safely knowing that any approach of
any kind would not be unannounced.
She made other Pokemon friends as the time passed, each one coming out of
hiding once they realized she didn't mean to catch them or even fight them. She
didn't know most of their names except for the ones that greeted them, like the
Mawile that made of habit of sneaking up to nibble at her backside when she
wasn't paying attention. Iona never failed to shriek and jump, which seemed to
amuse the Pokemon to no end. Eevee play fought with some of them, and grew ever
stronger as he did, but she guessed the lack of her shouting orders at him
meant the Pokemon felt safe in engaging with him even if they did lose the
longer it went on. They lost with grace and Eevee learned to win with just as
much grace when Iona gently reminded him not to gloat after she caught him
preening and barking at a felled opponent.
It wasn't until the weather started to turn, a definite chill chasing the
leaves from the trees, that Iona realized how soon it would be that her brother
would be returning. Even if finals had passed by he would be back for the
holidays and their father usually took him out traveling then. Iona shook off
the thought, but she and Eevee spent more time outside, bundling up in coats
and leaving blankets in the cave for when she couldn't bear to go back to the
house just yet. Sometimes they even stayed the night out in the cave.
It was one brisk day that Iona stumbled upon something entirely new. One of the
maids had given her a book the day before, winking and saying she was old
enough now for such things, and Iona had brought it along to read to her
Whismurs. It had started ordinarily enough, a story of a man who was on a quest
to find a Legendary Pokemon and seek its counsel because his clan was at war
with another. It was just another adventure story until about halfway through
when he encountered a woman at an inn. She was a powerful Pokemon trainer and a
seer, the book said, and when they went to the man's room together Iona started
to cotton on that this story wasn't like the ones she'd read before.
She'd been propped up in the back of the cave, a little lantern at her side,
and in the middle of reading about them being on the bed together when she'd
slowed to a stop and stared at the page. Eevee, dozing, lifted his head and
trilled in question. She felt her face heating up and said, “Th-this story is
different, Eevee.”
The Whismurs, made slower by the changing weather, had murmured from where they
were leaned up against each other and dozing as well. Eevee, however, had
roused himself and climbed into her lap. Now when he braced his paws on her
shoulders his eyes were above Iona's and he used that height to stare down at
her. He made the questioning sound again, this time with an impatient edge.
Iona gently pushed him back down. “Fine. I'll keep reading.” she huffed, trying
to ignore how hot her face was getting. Iona soldiered on, reading about how
his hand slid up the seer's leg and under her skirt and how his other hand was
under her shirt and by the time Iona closed the book and her eyes both she was
very confused by what she'd read. She shifted uncomfortably, very aware that
her face wasn't the only thing that felt heated.
Eevee was still in her lap as she shifted, closing her thighs tight and seeing
if that made the pressure between them go away. It didn't. Instead it just felt
different in a way she'd never felt before. His paw landed square on the part
that felt the hottest as he moved to readjust and she bit her lip with a small
sigh.
Eevee noticed. She cracked an eye open to see him tilting his head and staring
down at his own paw. He moved it again, this time deliberately, and Iona was
mortified when she gave a sigh in response. Her body shifted, seemingly on its
own, so that his paw was putting steadier pressure on that part of her.
Eevee was now paying much more attention to what her body was doing, his focus
now on her breasts where her nipples were framed against the fabric of her
camisole. His paw came up to her breast and brushed against one of her nipples.
Her breasts were big enough now that all the bras she had didn't fit, leaving
her no choice but to go without. Layering kept her covered in the house but the
cave was a safe place to let the layers fall, leaving her now in only a
camisole and long skirt.
As his paw brushed her nipple Iona felt something twisting a little inside her.
It was oddly nice though, not bad like when her father yelled or her mother
scolded. It was like in the story with the seer. She had talked about a tension
like this too, and she had been happy about it. The seer hadn't been scared
when the man had put his hands there, Iona remembered, so why should she be?
And this was Eevee. If she trusted anything in the whole world it was Eevee.
She closed her eyes, wondering at the feeling, when she felt Eevee hook his paw
in the neckline of her camisole and drag it down, baring her breast completely.
She hissed in a breath through her teeth when Eevee licked her nipple. His
tongue was unlike anything Iona had ever felt before. Her back arched away from
the cave wall before she'd had time to think about what she was doing, and
Eevee seemed to take that as an invitation. He licked her nipple again, slower,
and then paused when he heard her intake of breath. She had time to wonder if
he was doing it on purpose before his mouth closed completely around it, his
teeth carefully held so when he suckled at her there was only the barest
sensation of teeth there at all, though he continued to use his tongue to great
effect. As another groan made itself heard she realized that he was most
definitely doing this on purpose.
Iona squirmed. “That... Eevee, that feels really good,” she breathed. “I don't
know what's happening,” she admitted, “but is it okay for me to lay down? In
the book they laid down,” she explained quickly only to open her eyes and find
Eevee regarding her with an expression in his eyes she could only call
incredulous. It was especially ridiculous considering he still had her nipple
in his mouth and even as she giggled she felt his tongue brush against it.
Eevee pulled away from her long enough for her to lay down on the blankets,
hopping off onto the side and watching.
“D-do you think I... In the st-story she took off her clothes. Should I...?”
she trailed off when she realized that Eevee could hardly know what was going
on anymore than she did. Iona instead reached down and hooked her fingers in
her panties, sliding them down from under her skirt. She left them hooked onto
one ankle, not wanting to lose them, and laid back in their nest. Her skirt was
still spread over her knees, hiding those heated parts of her from view.
Iona let out a deep breath and closed her eyes again. She spread her legs open
and slowly her hand traveled down, tracing a path down her stomach only to be
pushed aside by Eevee. She let him do it, relaxing when she felt him walk up
between her legs to settle between her thighs, pushing up under her skirt as he
did. He tended to stay under her skirts when it pleased him, since apparently
that was quite the comfortable place. He leaned against her, something he'd
never done before, until she opened her legs further, then gasped when she felt
him nuzzling against the parts of her body she'd never really thought to
explore.
It didn't take her long to realize that Eevee was listening to her as he moved.
Every lick and nuzzle was followed by a brief moment before he moved again.
This became more obvious when he got curious enough to nuzzle his nose in
between the folds he was facing, tracing upward slowly. He stopped entirely
when Iona gasped sharply, taking a second before she felt his tongue trace over
when his nose had found. She made a sound she didn't know she could make then,
and as Eevee began to try out different licks, this one longer then another
softer then this one curling his tongue completely around, she found herself
making more and more sounds that surprised her.
She didn't understand what was happening when she felt her legs began to tense
up, only that whatever it was she didn't want it to stop. Eevee seemed to be of
the same mindset as he kept licking, eventually finding a pattern that had her
breathless. Then, sudden as a lightening strike, Iona felt herself coming apart
in a way that was completely new. Eevee kept licking as she cried out, the
Whismurs raising their own cry before they realized it was only Iona, and his
licking only slowed when her legs collapsed and she fell flat again, not having
realized her back had arched up to begin with.
Eevee nuzzled her thigh as she panted. He pushed her skirt up to her hips,
exposing her to the cool air of the cave. It helped. “Eevee, th-that... wow.
What w-w-was that?”
He made a noncommittal sound then started nosing at her again before she felt
him moving about. Eevee trilled at her in question and Iona propped herself up
enough to see that he'd positioned himself with his forelegs on either side of
her hips and it took her a second to realize what the flash of red was that she
was seeing between them. He didn't move except to tilt his head and trill
again.
“Eevee?” She laid her head back down. “I tr-trust you, Eevee.”
He licked her hip, making her gasp a little again, then she felt him pushing
forward. It didn't hurt, not really, but it felt very different. It felt like
she was full but in a new sort of way. She didn't really have time to
contemplate it though since as soon as he slid inside her Eevee began to thrust
in and out very quickly, making little sounds of exertion as he did. Iona felt
her body moving with him on instinct, her hips rising and her hands grasping at
the blankets as that tension began to build again. It felt so different now
with him inside her and Iona couldn't begin to think of how before she was
breaking apart again and collapsing down onto her back. Eevee kept going,
though he did lick her hip as he did in what might have been an apology or
maybe he just liked how her skin tasted now that a thin sheen of sweat had made
itself known.
Iona moaned when he began thrusting even faster, wondering almost deliriously
how he could even go that fast, when he shuddered once, thrust again, then went
completely still. She gave a startled “Oh!” when she felt something hot inside
her and propped herself up on her elbows to see liquid dripping where Eevee had
pulled out of her. It seemed to offend Eevee, as he immediately began nuzzling
close so he could lick it up.
Eventually he cleaned up all he cared to, or at least was satisfied with it,
because he circled around the nest up to Iona's chest. He snuggled up against
her breasts, almost idle in licking one nipple as Iona giggled. “That d-does
still feel go-good,” she said with only a little breathiness to her voice. That
seemed to make Eevee happy and he took the nipple into his mouth to tease with
his tongue while Iona shivered, her eyes sliding closed. She felt completely
boneless, all tension gone, but flickers were coming back where Eevee was
licking at her and it didn't help when he used his paw to rub the other nipple,
a bit awkward but still effective.
“Eevee, what was tha-that? What d-d-did we do? The book di-didn't talk about
all those things. It felt... it felt w-wonderful,” she admitted, raising one
hand languidly to stroke Eevee's head. He made a noncommittal sort of sound,
seeming to regain his enthusiasm the longer he spent laving on her nipple with
his tongue. She made a sound that was between a giggle and a moan when he
switched to the other, apparently aware that he shouldn't play favorites. How
he knew these things she'd never know, she giggled as she thought to herself.
“If you ke-keep that up then th-that thing m-m-may happen ag-g-gain,” she
warned him. “What was that, anyw-w-way?” Iona squirmed as tension began
building in her again, trying and failing to think beyond the feelings as they
built. Eevee seemed to know exactly what he was doing, she thought with some
puzzlement. Then again they had been constant companions for months now. If any
Pokemon knew how to read her it was him.
Iona was kept from pondering on this by the sound of shuffling beside their
nest. “Who...?” she opened her eyes and leaned up, dislodging Eevee from his
place (he grumbled at that) and looking to see the Mawile they'd befriended
during their time exploring. It came out to share their meals sometimes, or
just to sit with them in the quiet. It was watching them with interest while
the Whismurs ignored it entirely.
It nodded to them then slowly moved until it was at Iona's feet. Her skirt was
still rucked up around her hips, she realized, as the Mawile turned its back so
its mouth gaped open at her. Still moving slowly, it backed up until the Mawile
stood between her legs with its mouth hovering close to where heat still pulsed
in her body, sparked again by Eevee at her breasts.
“Oh, d-did you see us?” she asked the Mawile. It made an affirmative sound,
then a tongue came snaking out of its mouth to gently caress Iona's folds.
“Mawile, did y-y-you want to... to d-do what Eevee did?”
The tongue advanced in lieu of a verbal response, one side of the jaw
stretching up over her hips so its teeth lightly traced over her skin. The
tongue delved deeper, running up the length of her to find that same spot that
Eevee had made such use of earlier. The Mawile seemed just as pleased as he had
been upon finding it, judging by how enthusiastically its tongue began to move.
Iona's eyes slid closed again and she moaned. Eevee made a low sound, pleased,
and leaned up to lick her lips before he went back to her breasts and began
suckling on one of her nipples, pleased sounds drifting up to her as he did.
She just tried to keep herself from coming apart, gripping the blankets and
whimpering as the sensations swept through her. If she'd thought the first two
were good then this promised that things could indeed get even better.
She almost cried when she felt Mawile's tongue pull away from her, on the verge
of getting up to ask if the Pokemon was okay or wanted to stop, when she felt
the tongue probing lower down until it found what it wanted and slid inside her
just like Eevee had done before. This felt different though, especially as the
tongue kept advancing until she could've sworn it was actually a mile long and
all of it inside her.
It was truly clever with its jaws though, as she felt it moving until the lip
of its upper jaw was rubbing against her where the tongue had been moments
before as that same tongue proceeded to start pumping in and out of her, slowly
at first but Iona could feel the pace increasing. She tried to pay attention to
what was happening, she truly did, but at that moment, just as the tongue was
picking up to a rather frenetic pace and she could hear the Mawile making very
happy sounds of its own, Eevee nipped her from where he was still suckling at
her and that was the tipping point.
Iona made a mewling sound she didn't know she could make, her hands twisting in
the blankets and pulling them askew as her back arched until she could've sworn
she'd bent in half. Then, just as quickly, she flopped down bonelessly, gasping
like a Goldeen out of water. She ignored the Whismurs as they again put up a
fuss over her making noise, knowing they'd settle down shortly.
“Oh... oh M-mawile...” she looked to see the Mawile had turned so its face was
to her. She smiled at it and beckoned it over, forcing her hand to move. Her
entire body felt loose and relaxed so it actually took a great deal of effort
to even do that.
The Mawile came up to stand next to her, its eyes bright with curiosity. It
made a questioning sound and Iona took a guess and replied, “Y-yes, that was
won-wonderful. You m-made me feel wonderful. Thank you s-s-so much, Mawile.”
Eevee, seemingly done with teasing her breasts for the moment, added to her
words with a few sounds of his own. The Mawile seemed pleased with itself as it
turned away.
Iona tried to watch it go but gave up, flopping her head back down and groaning
as she forced herself to turn onto her side. Eevee trilled in amusement and she
shot him an annoyed look that she knew was completely spoiled by the smile on
her face. She gave him a quick kiss when he moved near her face, then wrapped
her arms around him and pulled him close.
“All my bones are gone,” she told him, “so we'll have to stay here until they
come back.”
They laid together in companionable silence, listening to the Whismurs bumbling
about and the Solrock ventured forward enough for Iona to catch a glimpse of it
out of the corner of her eye before it retreated back again.
The two of them stayed in the cave and Iona caught herself dozing off. She
shook herself and said, “We need to get back to the house or we'll fall asleep
out here. We told Mary we would help her tomorrow, remember?” she added when
Eevee made a reproving sound. At that he grumbled but got up, nipping at her
hip when she was slow to follow.
Iona laughed and began to put her clothes back in order, adding on the layers
until she was comfortably cocooned against the weather. She was just reaching
for her hat when she saw a glitter from the corner of her eye. It wasn't the
Solrock, she realized when she caught the flash again.
The Whismurs began to stir uneasily, their voices already rising, when Iona
moved to the front of them to see what had spooked them so. Her eyes had just
started to adjust when the Pokemon stepped into the meager light of her lamp
and leered up at her, its eyes twinkling.
“I-I-I don't kn-know who you are,” Iona said quietly, spreading her arms to
keep the Whismurs safely behind her, “b-b-b-b-but we would l-like for you to
le-le-leave us alone. Pl-please.”
The Pokemon made no sound, but merely stared. She didn't know at what since its
eyes were gems, but it stared. Eevee stood by her, watching it just as
steadily, and Iona frowned at it.
“Wh-what do you want?” she demanded.
The Pokemon pointed. Iona turned to look and saw only the cave curling back
into darkness behind her. She'd never been past the point of her little nest,
finding herself content to let whatever was in the dark stay there since the
Whismurs never seemed in the least worried about it. If those fretful little
creatures weren't worried then she wasn't either, she'd decided.
“You want to go b-back there?” she asked, relaxing. The Pokemon made a sound
that seemed affirmative. Iona took a chance and shepherded the Whismurs to the
side, stroking their heads when they fussed, and watched discreetly as the
mystery Pokemon shot past her and into the darkness at the back of the cave.
She kissed the Whismurs goodbye and took her lantern, walking back to the house
in the deepening twilight with Eevee by her side. She pondered on the Pokemon
they'd seen, and how none of them had wanted to attack each other. To hear her
brother or father tell it wild Pokemon only wanted to attack, and woe betide
anyone who didn't have a Pokemon of their own to defend them. The ones she'd
met in her wanderings had all been skittish or curious, even the ones she'd
heard were mean like the Murkrows. The worst they did was swoop down to steal
bread before she could crumble it for the others, and even that wasn't too bad.
It just meant she was careful to make it into crumbs before she headed out,
nothing more.
Contemplating this, she and Eevee made their way inside the house. She yelped
when she turned the corner and nearly ran headlong into Mary coming the other
way with a pile of sheets in her arms. They both yelped and it was only Mary's
quick thinking that kept the sheets from flying out of her grip.
“I'm so s-s-sorry!” Iona said, clasping a hand to her chest to try and slow her
suddenly racing heart.
“Oh it's fine dear! I just got startled, that's all.” She shifted the sheets
and looked down at Eevee with a smile, “Did you take good care of our girl,
Eevee?”
Iona blushed. “Y-yes,” and she looked to see Eevee sneaking looks at her that
seemed unbearably smug. She fidgeted.
Mary, seeming not to notice any of this, laughed. “You know, Iona, one of the
girls was telling me that she gave you a risque book. Was it the one of the
trainer and her Lopunny? She does love that one.”
Iona blinked and tilted her head in confusion. “N-no, it was about an ad-adv-
adventurer and a seer-r-r. Is there o-one about a t-trainer and her Poke-
Pokemon?”
The maid laughed again. “Oh my yes! There are books about everything, you know.
Most people don't admit it, but I know folk who have relations with their
Pokemon quite happily. It gets tricky though, what with consent and all that.”
She looked thoughtful at this.
Iona, suddenly struck with a thought, fidgeted again. “C-consent is sa-sa-
saying yes or no, i-i-isn't it?”
“Oh drat,” Mary said, “no one told you about this, did they? You poor thing.
Come in here with me. We'll sit and have a chat.”
The group went into the nearest guest bedroom. Iona didn't bother with what
number it was. It was clean and empty, just like all the rest, and Mary guided
her to one of the two chairs in front of the fire place.
“Now, Iona my dear, my shift ends soon so I can't get into everything with you,
but consent is a very important thing. The most important, even.” Mary looked
at her with serious eyes, and Iona felt very solemn and grown up as the maid
went on. “If you want to have sex with a person, and sex can be a great many
things, not just a penis in a vagina, both people have to agree to it. If one
says no, or I'm not sure, or not right now, then it stops there. You
understand?”
Iona nodded.
“That's my girl. Now what's the big difference between Pokemon and people?”
Iona fidgeted her fingers, trying hard to find the right answers, when Mary
reached over to still her nervous hands with a touch. “They don't speak as we
do, do they?” Iona shook her head. “That's right. So what happens if you ask a
Pokemon if they want to have sex with you? What happens?”
“The-the-they can't s-say yes?” Iona hazarded.
Mary nodded this time. “Some can't, that's right. If you ask something like a
Slowpoke then it can't really answer, now can it? No. Now some Pokemon are
quite smart, like your Eevee here or my Alakazam. Now, that isn't to say I'd
have sex with either of them, fetching though you are sir,” Mary winked at
Eevee and Iona giggled at his disgruntled look, “but I like to think such as
them could understand yes or no. We train them to understand very complex
things, after all, and they understand that, don't they?”
“D-d-does everyone think that? That some P-Pokemon can consent?”
“Oh heavens no. There are people who say that no one can say no, or that if
they buy someone a gift then that person must have sex with them, and all kinds
of things. This is just my thoughts, and my thought is: be kind and be
respectful. Don't take advantage.” She patted Iona's hands, glancing at the
clock as she did, “I hope that helps you, but for now I have to go. I'm afraid
something big is happening soon, so be watching. We'll try to get you out if we
can but be ready.”
Iona stiffened and nodded. The maids were her early warning system, something
that Ava had left in her stead those many years ago. As Mary left, pulling out
the Pokeball she kept her Alakazam in sometimes, Iona ducked out of the room
and hurried through the house to her own room. Well, her real room. The one
she'd been assigned had long been abandoned and now she sheltered in one of the
more remote guest rooms, far removed from her parents and Tristen's room. It
had become cozy, added to in bits and bobs over the years, and when she opened
the door she sighed happily. She brushed her hand over the little stack of
books she'd accumulated, stolen here and there or given to her by the maids.
“Well Eevee, at l-least there were no fights tod-day. I got worried when that
one in the cave sh-showed up, you know? B-b-but he just w-wanted to get back,
n-nothing el-el-else and that was o-ok-okay and...”
If Iona were honest with herself, she was babbling. Anything to fill the
silence and keep her from thinking about Mary's warning, and what might be
coming. It could be her father was angry at Iona again, or her mother
suspicious of her father's Gardevoir, or Tristen coming back, or anything in
the world.
Iona shivered as she stripped down, still chattering away but tangling up her
words as she went. She took off her skirt then cried out as one of the buttons
popped off, rolling under the bed. Iona knelt down on the rug, glad at least it
was there to keep her off the hardwood floor, and began groping under the bed
for her button.
A second later she felt fur against her thighs before Eevee's paws came down on
either side of her hips and he slid inside her as quick as a blink. Iona didn't
even have time to cry out before he was thrusting into her, harder than in the
cave, his weight rocking her back and forth across the soft rug so her nipples
brushed against the fabric in a way that didn't help her keep herself together
at all.
She couldn't even form words, too caught up in the feelings that were building
in her. That strange tension was rising already, building up and up as Eevee
thrust faster and harder. Her hands gripped the rug and twisted it up as the
tension rose to a crescendo then snapped, rolling through her like a tide and
stealing all her tension away until she collapsed onto the rug, her limbs
loose.
Eevee kept going until he repeated what he'd done in the cave, stiffening up
before a few final thrusts and a retreat. This time he didn't lick up what was
left behind, but instead came up to Iona and nuzzled her chin, insistent, until
at length she hauled herself up and, guided by Eevee, made her way into the
bathroom. He stared at her until she got into the tub, then scrabbled at the
knobs with his paws until she laughed and turned them herself.
Once the tub was full enough he plopped down into the water with her, instantly
becoming something less like an Eevee and more like a Rattata as all his fur
slicked down. He cavorted in the water, ducking under to blow bubbles, and
splashing water about until Iona was laughing. Eevee kept up the performance
for the entirety of the bath, even as Iona soaped them both up and jokingly
used him as a wash rag, rubbing him across her chest and neck. He protested
with only a slight nip to her jaw, though it had the effect of making her suck
in a breath and wonder at how sensitive her body suddenly felt. Judging by the
intent interest on Eevee's face he'd noticed it too.
Iona smiled shyly. “I guess we should get out, h-huh? The wa-water is getting
c-c-cold.”
The two of them climbed out of the tub, availing themselves of fluffy towels
that the maids brought fresh every day. Iona took great care to dry Eevee
thoroughly, bringing him back up to full fluffiness, before she worried about
herself. Eevee hopped up onto the chair in front of the vanity, watching her
with a new sort of interest. She found herself blushing as she dried herself
off, and then realized she was going slower than usual.
Iona quickly finished drying herself off after that little realization, then
hurried into the bedroom to slip on her nightgown. It wasn't much of a gown,
more the idea of fabric and some lace, but she liked it. Plus, she thought with
a blush, she thought Eevee might prefer it now too. He'd had the habit of
nibbling at the neckline even before, doing it to amuse himself while in her
lap if she was otherwise occupied by a book. Either way it made her feel
pretty, and as she finger combed her hair she realized that suddenly that was
something she wanted.
Slowly she climbed into bed. Eevee clambered up beside her and cuddled in close
to her side. She reached out, pulled Eevee close to her chest, and asked, “Did
I t-t-t-take advantage of you, Eevee? In the ca-ca-cave? I didn't ask your
permission.”
Eevee huffed, then leaned up to nip her jaw. She sucked in a breath and found
herself shifting as Eevee climbed on top of her, his front paws on her
clavicle, and she felt something press against her from where his back legs
rested. His nip was followed by licks, and Iona had a second of breathless
wonder at where he'd learned to do that, before his licking led him down to her
nipples, shifting himself down her body so he was perfectly positioned. He
paused to consider then seemed to make a decision. Delicate as could be, he
licked one breast through the fabric until he could close his mouth around the
nipple itself. The feeling of his tongue, laving across her, and the fabric
moving as well was new and quite pleasant. Iona shifted her legs with a moan
and reached down to pull up the skirt, blushing a bit as she did.
“I li-like it when you're i-i-inside m-me,” she explained to his curious look.
He was still for a second before he went back to her nipple, switching from one
to the other. He didn't stop until she was panting, her legs shifting and
opening in invitation. That was when he abandoned her breasts, though not
without one last nip as he pulled back, and made his way down to stand beside
her hip. He butted his head gently against it, then when she asked what he
wanted trilled and butted it again.
“What...? O-oh! Did you w-want me to tu-turn over?”
Eevee hopped in excitement, trilling agreement, and she had hardly turned over
before he was between her legs again. She was starting to feel herself tense up
deliciously when she felt his fur against her skin, she realized as he fit
himself between her thighs and thrust himself in without the preamble of the
cave. It was like he was making a point, she thought to herself distantly as he
began to rock her with the force of his pumping in and out of her, that this
wasn't her doing at all. It was his, only his, and he would be the one
exercising the right to do this with her. Even with the Mawile that had been
with his blessing, so to speak, and with him there to oversee it.
Somehow that thought, the thought of Eevee being the one who would decide the
how and when of this happening between them, shot fire straight down into her
belly and she found herself with that strange tension snapping before she'd
even realized it had built. It seemed to surprise Eevee too, but in a different
way. He started going even harder, rocking her as he brought himself to that
same crescendo she'd already reached.
“Orgasm,” she murmured belatedly, remembering the word from the book as Eevee
finished and began cleaning her. He ignored her in favor of what he was doing,
which she was perfectly fine with. By the time he finished she'd already fallen
asleep.
***** Chapter 3 *****
Chapter Notes
     My knowledge of Pokemon is about eighteen years old. I am not even
     sorry for all the things that are tremendously off with behaviors and
     habitats.
She woke up to Eevee curled up in her arms, his head tucked up under her chin.
She pulled him in close, listening to his sleepy trills of contentment, and
smiled as she buried her face in his fur. It was a wonderful way to wake up,
especially since she was so relaxed from what all they'd done the night before.
She blushed to think of it but smiled still. It had been nice.
Iona sniffed the air curiously as her brain slowly kicked into gear. She
smelled breakfast, toast and fruit, and looked over to see a tray on the floor.
One of the maids had been kind enough to bring her food, something they didn't
always have time to do. Iona smiled and made a mental note to find out who it
was and thank them.
“L-let's go outside, Eevee,” she whispered, kissing the top of his head and
watching as he blearily blinked up at her before closing his eyes and shaking
himself awake. When his eyes opened next they were bright and he bounced out of
her arms, twirling in a circle on the covers before hopping to the floor. He
immediately ran to fetch the big bandanna that had been designed the food
carrier, carrying it to Iona with great pride. He puffed out his chest when she
took it from him and she couldn't help but to lean down and kiss his head. “You
are the be-best boy, Eevee.”
He pranced in a circle, tickling her cheek with his tail as she tried to pack
the bandanna. She laughed, batting his tail away from her only for him to
redouble his efforts. In the end she grabbed him and hugged him against her
side, using the other hand to finish packing their breakfast.
Eevee, delighted with his new position, immediately plunged his head down the
front of her nightgown and latched onto the nearest nipple. Iona gasped as his
tongue swept across it and immediately, but gently, pulled him away and held
him up so they were eye to eye. It wasn't terribly easy, given his size, but
she managed it and said as sternly as she knew how, “Eevee! We n-n-need
breakfast! We can do that af-after, okay?”
Eevee trilled and wriggled out of her grip, nudging the now bundled bandanna
toward Iona until she picked it up and tucked it into a messenger bag she'd
slung over her shoulder. She stopped, looked at the bag, looked at herself,
then groaned. She took the bag off her shoulder, rolling her eyes, and set it
on the ground before going into the closet to pull an outfit together
It took her only about ten minutes, sifting through racks and stacks of clothes
to find what she needed and struggling into one of her bras. It was one the
maids had brought her so it fit marginally better than the rest, even if it cut
into her a little. Forgoing the layers of the night before she chose instead a
pair of thermal leggings and a hoodie, matching them with snug boots that bore
the marks of their frequent hikes into the forest and nearby mountains. When
she caught Eevee looking at her she blushed and explained, “We'll c-come back
ins-s-side before it gets too c-cold, so I do-don't need to w-wear lots of
layers.”
Eevee rolled onto his back, a sure sign he was bored, and she rolled her eyes
in return. “F-fine!” she laughed, reaching down to ruffle his fur as she
grabbed the messenger bag and slung it back over her shoulder. She hunted in
one of the drawers and smiled to see that the maids had given her more of the
granola bars the bird Pokemon they met loved. They were made with all kinds of
dried Berries and crumbled perfectly. She stuffed two in the bag, forced the
zipper to shut, then she and Eevee made their way out of the house.
Halfway across the field that led into the forest they were besieged by
Pidgeys. Laughing, Iona waved her arms while Eevee jumped up and trilled at
them. Iona believed it was her that convinced them to land and not Eevee asking
them to. It was an obvious lie, and even more obvious when she told it to
Eevee. He shook his head at her then trilled until she fished out one of the
bars from her bag, opening it and crumbling it into pieces before throwing it
out to the waiting Pokemon. They fell to their meal with gusto, Spearow and
Murkrow sneaking in to help themselves to the bounty. Iona threw a little extra
to them and when they looked at her in shock she shrugged. “You d-deserve some
t-t-too,” she told them.
Eevee trilled and they went on, going into the forest and making their way to
the lake. It was quite the hike, leading them around the base of the mountain,
but it always lifted Iona's heart to see the water. She and Eevee had breakfast
well back from the water though. She was afraid of deep water, truth be told,
and at least once she'd seen a fin break the surface that didn't belong to any
small Pokemon she'd ever heard of. She had gulped and hidden behind a tree,
sure she'd just seen signs of a Gyrados. She knew to be scared of them, and
since that day she hadn't gone near the water's edge.
Instead she hung back, sharing bits of her breakfast with the little group of
Shroomish and the Breloom that guided them. Iona almost screamed when she felt
a touch on her shoulder and whirled to see a Skitty skittering back, just as
shocked as Iona herself.
“Oh! I'm s-s-s-s-so sorry, Sk-skitty! I didn't know it w-was you!” Iona held
out a Berry as an apology and after a tense few seconds the Skitty took it.
Their breakfast, huge though it had been, was quickly decimated as various
Pokemon came to get their shares. Iona loved on what ones approached her and
nodded respectfully to the others. She thought she caught a glimpse of the
Mawile she knew through the trees and blushed to think of what it and she had
done together, then caught Eevee's eye and blushed even deeper. She could've
sworn Eevee laughed in his way, but by then the bandanna and bag were both
empty but for a few things. She focused on that instead of the feelings that
the memories were bringing up. Those were far too distracting for where they
were.
Iona stood and shouldered the bag. “Let's go wa-walking, Eevee.”
Bidding farewell to the Pokemon that had come out to see them, the two of them
struck off. Trusting Eevee to lead them back home, Iona picked a direction and
began walking. It was a good way to keep her mind off the maid's warning and
away from the house, which was the whole point.
Eventually the two of them reached a break in the trees. “Oh, l-look!” Iona
said, excited. “We f-f-found a meadow! How pr-pretty!” It wasn't quite a
meadow, instead being an opening out where the trees receded and there was a
space of grass before the mountain reared up. It was a favorite haunt of lots
of Pokemon, but the grand majority kept their distance even now.
Eevee hung back, his ears flattening back against his skull, hackles rising,
and Iona frowned. “Wh-what? What's wrong?”
He shook his head like something was buzzing at his ears and trilled low, the
closest she'd come to hearing him growl like her brother's Houndoom had done.
It wasn't a pleasant sound to hear him make and Iona hugged herself. “Eevee,
you're sc-sc-scaring me.”
He looked at her with something akin to shock on his face, then leapt up to
brace his paws against her thighs and trilled until she picked him up. She
patted him and leaned her head against his side, saying softly, “It's o-okay.
Let's g-g-g-go climb a bit, ok-k-kay?”
Eevee made a sound of discontent and stayed in her arms until she stepped out
past the treeline. She set him down and they walked together. Iona leaned down
to stroke his back on occasion and he rubbed his head against her leg in
appreciation.
It wasn't until she reached the row of jutting stones that separated her from
the mountainside ledge she was aiming for at the other side of the meadow that
things went wrong. Iona began clambering over it, clinging to the outcroppings
where needed and trying to keep her footing on the uneven surface. Eevee hung
back, something she didn't realize until she felt the earth began to move.
She shrieked, tumbling head over heels back onto the grass, landing hard on her
back. All the air whooshed out of her lungs and she was left gasping, trying to
get her air back, and then forgetting about that entirely as a massive Pokemon
she'd never seen before heaved itself up out of the ground. It was the row of
stones she'd been trying to climb and by the looks of things it wasn't happy
that she'd done so. It tilted its head so its jutting jaw was out of the way,
looking down on Iona with a sort of angry delight she'd never seen before. It
opened its mouth and a horrible sound came roaring out, blasting against her
with an almost physical force.
Then Eevee was there, planting himself squarely between Iona and this new
Pokemon. It seemed to take a minute to notice Eevee, stopping to examine this
new contender, and giving Iona time to scramble to her feet. She didn't know
what the Pokemon was, but she knew ill intent when she saw it and her natural
instincts kicked in hard. She took off running, pelting hell for leather back
to the trees and the safety they gave.
She heard Eevee trilling angrily behind her, covering her exit. She knew it
down to her bones, knowing him and knowing herself and knowing that he wouldn't
appreciate her trying to rescue him when he was the one who was anywhere near
being equipped to handle such a thing. So she ran.
She reached the trees and turned on her heel, screaming for Eevee, only to see
the giant Pokemon lunge at him. This time her scream was of terror as she
watched it plummet toward her best friend, sure she was about to watch the best
part of her life die horribly because she hadn't been paying attention. It hit
the ground with an earth shaking impact, rattling her bones and almost forcing
her to her knees from the earth quaking.
Then, a miracle. Eevee was there one moment, dead in its sights, then thirty
feet away the next as the other Pokemon came crashing down, Eevee's outline
blurred as he began zipping around the grass. The big Pokemon roared, rearing
back up and swaying as it tried to track him. He didn't give it the chance. He
kept dodging and darting, working his way to Iona.
He turned once, sacrificing his full attention, and trilled at her in the
loudest, most insistent voice she'd ever heard him use. She clung to her tree
and shook her head once, trying to understand, then when he trilled again she
obeyed. She turned and began to run, dodging trees and Pokemon both as she
tried to put as much distance as she could between herself and the Pokemon
raging behind her. She ignored the tears streaking down her cheeks and the sobs
that made breathing that much harder. She was running, leaving behind the best
part of her life, but she knew if she went back he wouldn't be happy with her
over it. He was fighting to keep her safe.
So she ran.
Pokemon scattered as she came hurtling by, ones that she was normally friendly
with crying out in distress as she zipped past. At least, some did. The others
looked behind her and bleated in fear, each crying out in its own way, before
vanishing into the underbrush. That told her more than enough as to what that
crashing sound was behind her.
She skirted the lake, not sure if going close would rouse the giant Pokemon
within to help her or to attack her as well. Instead she pelted, hell for
leather, back to the house. Her breath was hitching in her chest, her legs
burning, but somehow she didn't stop. She kept going and going, some distant
part of herself surprised at her own endurance, while the rest kept screaming
that she was leaving Eevee.
A flock of Pidgeys startled into the air when she came bursting out of the
trees, only making it a short way past the treeline before her legs simply gave
out on her. She sprawled on the ground, gasping for air, and felt more than saw
the flock of Pidgeys reassemble around her. It was a Spearow though that ended
up gently pecking at her hand, rousing her enough that she looked blearily up
at the Pokemon around her. Iona could barely see them through her tears.
“E-e-e-e-eevee!” she cried, then curled up in a ball and felt her chest
tightening, a sure precursor to sobbing.
Time, however, would not allow her to grieve. Iona had only cried for what felt
like a moment before she heard shouting. Every muscle shaking, she hauled
around to see who was yelling. That was when several things happened at once in
a tumult of action.
Behind her back she heard trees cracking and breaking, the ground splitting as
the massive Pokemon came thundering out of the treeline and into the open. She
barely had time to register her father and brother coming out of the house
toward her before she whipped around to face the Pokemon as it thundered ever
closer.
“Where is Eevee!” she tried to scream but the words tangled up in her throat,
changed into a horrible keening that scared even her. It startled the flock
around her as well, as they all took flight just as she spotted Eevee darting
out of the trees and up the Pokemon's back. The relief she felt couldn't be
described in words and she watched as he zipped about, somehow managing to
damage the much larger Pokemon despite its rocky skin, judging by how it
flinched and roared at him. Still it moved toward her, the ground disappearing
beneath it at an alarming rate. It would be on her in minutes, if even that
long.
She noticed all this in a breath of time as she frantically scrambled to her
feet, slowing as she did as she saw the flock swooping down on the impending
Pokemon, crying out and deviling it with wings and claws and beaks alike. It
roared and thrashed. The bird Pokemon merely winged back, waited, then
descended again. Entranced by their attack she paused, watching, only to hear
her father shouting behind her.
Suddenly aware of a threat entirely apart from the giant Pokemon she bolted,
not toward the house or the trees but off to the side. It was open ground and
she didn't know where she was going, only that she didn't want to be near her
father, brother, or the giant Pokemon. That's why when she heard it roar again,
enraged and confused, she didn't see why but only caught the sight of its tail
disappearing into the ground as it burrowed away, the flock heading into the
trees to rest after it had vanished.
Eevee, now much worse for wear but looking terribly proud of himself, stood
alone on the fractured ground, standing rather impressively on top of a jutting
stone. He trilled to her and she made a sound that wasn't a laugh or a sob but
somehow both at once. Forgetting her family she rushed to Eevee, gathering him
up in her arms and swinging him in a circle as she laughed through the tears
that still streaked down her face.
“Y-y-y-you're okay!” she cheered, rubbing her cheek against his fur. It was
matted with dirt and mud but she didn't care. Neither did Eevee.
The moment died when she heard her father shouting, “Iona!” from just behind
her. Somewhere in her mind she wondered why it had taken so long for them to
reach her. Maybe they'd gone back to the house to hide? She dropped Eevee and
shifted to stand in front of him, all cheer erased as she turned to face her
father and brother.
Their father was red in the face, shouting to demand to know how stupid Iona
had to be to have managed to get a Steelix angry enough to come out to open
ground, among other insults that were more of the typical fare. His Gardevoir
wasn't in sight and Iona had a moment of hoping that maybe it had escaped
before a slap to the face reminded her of where she was. She raised a hand to
her cheek and stepped back, seeking distance, and only realized her error a
second later when Eevee surged forward, his fur bristling.
Her brother laughed. He wasn't angry. She didn't trust that. “You did a good
job, Iona!” he said, clapping his hands like it had all been a performance put
on for his sake. In a lightning strike of understanding she realized what was
going on. He'd come to take Eevee back. That was why he was here.
“R-r-ru-ru-ru-” she tried so hard to warn him, to tell him to run while he
still could, but she never got the chance.
Before she could speak Tristen had pulled out a Pokeball, tossing it up and
down in his hand. “Come on, Eevee. You're ready to be my Pokemon now.”
She saw Eevee's head turn from her father to her brother, saw him hone in on
Tristen and what was in his hand, and just as quickly as he'd gone to attack
the Steelix she saw his stance shift. He was getting ready.
Tristen's hand drew back, readying for the throw, but then there was a flash
of... something. A light and a shifting and suddenly Eevee wasn't there
anymore. In his place stood something of delicacy and ribbons, a Pokemon she'd
never seen before. It was still her Eevee, she knew that logically, but right
at that moment she was staring at a stranger.
The new Pokemon, not Eevee anymore but still him, backed up until it stood
beside her. Its – his, she reminded herself sternly – face was sweet as he
turned to look at her. He stood taller now and she could've sworn he smiled at
her as the ribbons that wafted around him wrapped gently around her hand and
forearm. They were soft against her skin. Instantly she felt calmer, safer, and
turned to face her family with a serenity that made even the hotness of her
face where she'd been slapped a negligible thing.
Now Tristen looked angry. His face was almost purple with rage where their
father's now was almost white. Both of them were staring at what Eevee had
become. The Pokemon's voice was sweet as he trilled, “Sylveon!” and that broke
the strange stillness that had fallen over the other two.
“What did you do?!” Tristen thundered with the same rage she'd seen so often in
her life. “The hell is that thing?! WHERE IS MY EEVEE!”
Sylveon tilted his head. He trilled in question, though Iona could've sworn she
heard an undercurrent of smugness to his trill. She was still enveloped in the
same calm, focused more on the feel of his ribbons stroking her wrist, and that
allowed her to answer slowly and clearly, “I didn't do anything. Eevee is
here.”
Tristen started forward, his fist raised, and Iona had no doubt that he
intended to beat her like he used to do. Sylveon stepped forward, stretched out
one of his ribbons, and wrapped it around Tristen's ankle. He stopped dead in
his tracks and blinked like he was coming out of a trance. Sylveon turned and
looked at their father, sweetness in his eyes, and the man did the same,
blinking hard.
“I don't want a damn girly Pokemon,” Tristen muttered when Sylveon pulled his
ribbon back. Their father nodded, patting his son on the shoulder. “We'll get
you a better one. Maybe a Sandslash. One of your mother's contacts just hatched
a big Sandshrew....” His words trailed off as the two turned and walked away.
Sylveon came back to her side and wrapped a ribbon around her wrist, the other
stroking up and down her forearm in a very distracting way. “Did you do that?”
she asked, taking a moment to marvel at how clearly she spoke, before being
distracted by Sylveon's nod. He looked sly but still sweet, though she was
beginning to think that looking sweet was just his baseline now. It was hard
not to look sweet when one had built in bows and ribbons.
Pink tipped ears twitched and Sylveon began to walk, gently drawing Iona along
with him. She balked when she noticed him leading her toward the forest,
doubtless back to their cave. Normally she would've been all for that, but all
she could see now was the torn up ground where the giant Pokemon had been. Iona
dug in her heels and when he looked back at her she shook her head. “I can't,
Eevee – I mean, Sylveon. I can't go back just yet. P-please let's go to the
house. I think we can avoid my family if we're careful.”
He stared at her for a handful of seconds and she couldn't begin to guess what
was going through his head. In the end he nodded and changed course for the
house. Her father and brother had already disappeared inside, going in through
the main doors. Sylveon and Iona made a quiet entrance through the side doors
instead, listening at every corner just in case her father or brother decided
to go roaming about. Her mother almost never left her office.
They made it to her room without incident. Sylveon went in first, unwinding his
ribbons from her wrist to inspect the room for danger. It wasn't until she got
inside and closed the door that she saw the little gift on the bed and a card
that sported a glittery Cleffa holding a sign saying “Happy Birthday!!!” that
she remembered what day it was.
Sylveon, busy inspecting the present, turned at the sound of Iona's quiet
laughter. “It's m-m-my birthday,” she explained. “Happy b-birthday to me.”
Sylveon trilled and walked over to her closet, disappearing inside only to
reappear a second later with one of her bathrobes in his mouth. It was big and
fluffy, comfortable and just what she needed after the chaos of the day. With a
start she realized it wasn't even the evening yet, but she was already tired.
“Come on, S-slyveon. Let's t-t-t-take a b-bath.” She took the robe from the
Pokemon and leaned down to kiss him on the nose. He lifted his muzzle and
licked her lips instead, making her sputter and giggle at the strange feeling.
Iona drew a bath and slipped out of her dirty clothes, regretfully noting tears
and holes from her mad dash to safety. Hopefully the maids wouldn't mind
repairing the damage. Asking her parents to buy her more would only end in
disaster. Syvelon sat primly, his tail curled around his paws and his ribbons
waving idly, but there was no mistaking the keen interest in his eyes as he
watched her undress. She blushed but otherwise ignored him, though she did
happen to see him twitch like he wanted to move when she bent over in front of
him to fetch a towel. If she were honest with herself she might have been
testing him a little, trying to see what he'd do.
The only thing that happened was him hopping into the bathtub after her. She
soaped them both up, aiming to get off all the dirt and mud and other debris
they'd both collected, and once she felt they'd both been sufficiently cleaned
she drained the water, pushing dirt down the drain with her feet, then filled
the tub up again. She leaned back in the clean water with a sigh, soaking up
the warmth and barely noticing when Slyveon settled himself on her chest. His
weight wasn't nearly so negligible as it had been when he was Eevee, she
realized as the air was slowly compressed out of her lungs. She gasped a laugh
and gently pushed him off so she could breathe. He looked at her quizzically.
“Sorry,” she told him, lifting her hand to gently scratch behind his ears. One
of his ribbons immediately wrapped around her wrist. He laid his head down
between her breasts, staring up at her and waiting for his answer. “I couldn't
breathe really well with you on my chest like that.”
Iona tilted her head back, enjoying the water, and let her mind wander. Sylveon
seemed content to do the same, moving so he was curled against her side. One
ribbon stayed around her wrist.
Oddly enough her mind returned to Sylveon's lick to her lips earlier. It had
felt strange but nice. Iona frowned as she thought of it, then blushed and
asked shyly, “Sylveon? Did you kiss me?”
He gave a lazy trill that seemed affirmative in nature. She waited a second,
gathering her courage, and then asked, “Could... could we do it again?”
Sylveon stared at her for a second, his ears flicking, then turned himself
smartly only to duck under the water and pull the plug from the drain. Iona
laughed as the water drained away and Sylveon emerged again, huffing and
shaking his head to get the water from his ears. He was bedraggled and
decidedly out of his element.
“Well,” she giggled, “you're d-definitely n-n-not a water type!”
He shot her a look that was deadpan as anything, then hopped out of the tub and
pulled a towel off the chair where Iona had left them, draping it over himself
and using his ribbons to try and rub himself dry with it. It wasn't working and
Iona took pity on him as she stepped out of the tub herself, reaching over to
tug the towel off him.
“L-l-let me,” she said. She knelt on the floor in front of him on the rug,
patting the space between her folded legs until he stepped between them and sat
primly, still bedraggled but looking at least mildly dignified about it. Iona
smiled down at him and dropped a kiss on his head before wrapping the towel
around him and gently beginning to dry him off.
Sylveon closed his eyes, seeming to luxuriate in the feeling of her
ministrations, before she saw him crack open one eye. Casual as anything he
leaned forward, delicately licking one of her breasts and making Iona gasp. He
paid her no mind, continuing in his gentle licks, exploring the roundness of
her, until her hands stopped moving. He huffed at her in mild reproach and she
shivered, her hands starting to move again in a desultory manner.
Iona bit her lip, trying to stifle the moan that was building up inside her,
when she felt his tongue on her nipple and realized she'd closed her eyes. Her
hands clenched in the towel, unconsciously pulling Sylveon closer, as his mouth
closed over her nipple and he began gently suckling on it. Now she gave up any
pretense of toweling him off. She looked down and saw the red that was showing
itself between Sylveon's legs. He seemed unconcerned about it, instead tilting
his head and letting his tongue drag slowly across her skin until she swore she
could feel it deep in her belly, where all his efforts seemed to collect before
her orgasms would ripple through her as it all came to a head. Even now she
could feel it building bit by bit.
Iona sucked in a breath, trying to think around the sensation that, here she
scolded herself around the fuzzy delight that his attentions brought, she
should've been used to by now. It wasn't like he'd never done it before, but it
never stopped feeling wonderful, she admitted. If it felt this good for her
though when he did things like that then.... Then maybe she could return the
favor like she'd read about in the book that had started this whole thing.
Her eyes fell again and she let her hand drift forward, brushing against him
only to gasp when it twitched against her hand. One of his ribbons wrapped
around her wrist, urging her fingers closed and then pulling her hand up and
down the length of him as she felt him shudder before switching breasts, now
licking with greater enthusiasm. She matched his energy with her own, letting
her hand go quicker up and down and marveling at the texture beneath her
fingers.
She gasped again when she felt something brush against her thigh. She looked to
see two of his ribbons had descended, gently trailing up and down her inner
thighs but growing more insistent the longer she stroked the length of him.
They moved up and in until they reached the part of her he seemed to like the
best, gently delving in and pulling until she was bared under his eyes as he
looked down and she saw him lick his lips.
Iona gulped down a breath, guessing what was coming next, and moved to the
steps of the bath as Sylveon stood and pressed his chest to hers, pushing her
back until she was halfway up the steps, bracing on her hands with her back
against the edge of the bath.
She felt his ribbons retreat from between her legs only for him to slam into
her a second later, pushing in harder and faster than he had before. Iona
moaned, her head lolling back against the edge of the bath as his ribbons
brushed against her nipples, coaxing them to attention as he pounded her
against the tiles. His paws were on either side of her hips and when she lifted
her head again it was to find him waiting. He opened his mouth and his tongue
snaked out to slip between her lips as she moaned again.
The sensation was a strange one, but not unpleasant. She leaned onto it,
tilting her head as he slowed his thrusts to devote more attention to what was
now happening between their mouths. His tongue was wide and flat, perfect in
how it curled around her nipples and between her thighs but strange in her
mouth. A strange she would be happy to get used to.
She gently touched his cheek, rubbing her fingers across the delicate bones of
his jaw and pulled back to see him regarding her sweetly. His mouth seemed now
to be always halfway to a smile, she realized as he held her gaze and thrust
himself into her so hard she cried out, hands flying back to grip the edges of
the steps. Iona was sure she’d have bruises from this later but then his
ribbons did something between her legs and she was lost, gone in her orgasm as
it swept through her like a tsunami.
Sylveon kept his pace for only another moment before he was gone too. Iona
giggled in her newly relaxed state, kissing his nose and giggling more at his
sweetly disgruntled look. He pulled out of her. Iona looked down at the mess
between them and sighed.
“I’ll get back in the tub.”
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