Guess what? This will be three-shot! Can you guess when the naughty stuff happens? Trick question! There will be naughty stuff happening in this chapter right at the start! If you were looking for the REALLY naughty stuff you'll have to wait for chapter 2! If you can't wait that long then I offer my most sincerest, heart-felt apology...

For those that like a little plot to go with their naughty this will be right up your alley!

A/N: Someone PM'd me asking why I do so many line breaks like the one you see below this sentence. I told them "If I'm doing lines I have to take a break sooner or later!

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Braixen looked himself over in the bedroom mirror, both paws cocked along his slender, girlish thighs. He did a little twirl, stopping midway to get a good look at the silky black fur that separated his top half from his bottom half.

He liked what he saw and he hoped his trainer did, too.

Braixen had, as far back as his time as a Fennekin, felt strongly towards his trainer, an eighteen year-old boy from Luminose City. While this was nothing unusual for most pokemon, Braixens' feelings had evolved into slightly more...perverted feelings.

These feelings had, for the most part, been kept hidden from his trainer, who went by the name Kevin. The reason behind it was a simple one. Kevin was dating his high-school sweetheart and, as such, it would have come across rather awkwardly if Braixen had interfered with his trainers' personal life. Sure, it was a huge stick-in-the-mud not knowing if Kevin would ever return his feelings. Braixen was nothing if not a patient pokemon, however.

He would wait as long as he needed to for when fate finally decided to smile on him and give him the opportunity to show Kevin just how much he loved him. These thoughts circulated through the fox pokemon as he tilted his body in a way that the bedroom light reflected the sinful curvature of his hips and silky-smooth butt. Giving his tusche a playful squeeze Braixen giggled to himself at just how easily he could pass as a female of his species.

A devious thought came to mind while Braixen continued toying with his backside, his furry digits becoming bolder and more invasive the longer he squeezed. It was only after he slipped two fingers inside his puckered rosebud that Braixen knew he would need to release some pent-up sexual lust. It would be a few more hours before Kevin got home from his date so Braixen figured he had enough time to practice his sandwich routine.

The young fox pokemon had something he knew Kevin would scold him for if he ever found out about it. Thankfully Braixen was a master at hiding things from prying eyes, his blush only growing brighter as he pulled the twig from his plush yellow tail and waved it around at an inconspicuous part of the bedroom wall. A few particles of light later there was a small hole in he wall. Eager paws reaches into the space and pulled out a heavy silicon object shaped like an Arcanines' cock.

After procuring what was quite obviously a large sex toy, Braixen set the dildo down in the center of the bedroom, making sure to tighten the hold on the metallic screws so it wouldn't come loose during his routine. Satisfied with his handiwork, Braixen grabbed a bottle of lube from Kevins' dresser and smeared a copious amount of the warm liquid all over and around his twitching pucker. The sensation of hands roaming his most sacred treasure, hands he one day hoped would be Kevins', was a pleasure most sinful to the young fox pokemon.

With his hungry rosebud twitching with eager anticipation, Braixen deviated from what his body craved and, instead, wedged the plastic toy between the silky black fur of his ass and started rubbing up and down the outside of the device.

As this was going on the sound of keys signaled an early arrival...

It had been a hellish day, but that would be putting it mildly.

First he got stood up by his girlfriend in front of the entire student body, followed shortly thereafter by the business he worked for abruptly shutting down due to health code violations- violations which Kevin had warned management about many times. It had not been a pleasant experience and, right now, all Kevin wanted to do was lay down and forget the day ever happened.

The front door opened and, despite the need for new joints on the door hinges, the noise generated by his arrival had not caught the attention of his pokemon. Braixen was never a heavy sleeper and was always there to greet him whenever he got home. The fact that his pokemon was absent worried Kevin.

Braixen was the very first pokemon Kevin ever had and, as a result, was incredibly close to him. The true reason for why Braixen was so clingy stemmed from its previous trainer abusing it as a Fennekin and the heroic actions Kevin had taken to save its life.

Kevin could vividly recall the day he found Fennekin laying in a nearby ditch, thunderstorms approaching from the north and no pokemon center in sight. Kevin was only fifteen at the time and had seen numerous police officers searching for an abusive trainer. When he asked what kind of pokemon was last seen with them Kevin was instead told to avoid searching for the suspect or their pokemon.

Kevin closed his eyes as memories of that late afternoon ran through his memories...

"I don't understand, Mr. Officer! If this person is abusing pokemon than wouldn't it be better to have more eyes looking for it?"

The Kalos policeman steeled his gaze and placed his hands alongside his hips, shaking his head at Kevin. "We have the Kalos Rangers and police force searching for them. While your concern is aptly noted and appreciated, I cannot allow an innocent bystander to get involved with this particular case."

This was the most absurd reasoning Kevin had ever heard of! It was an abusive trainer, not a serial killer. Besides, if this person truly was as abusive to his pokemon as he had heard, there was no reason to believe he would stop with just his own pokemon. Abusive trainers tended to target even wild pokemon, escalating situations just to enrage them so they would be hostile to other trainers. Before Kevin had even finished listening to the officers speech he had decided he was going to help search for the pokemon. He wouldn't say this directly to the police, of course.

All he had to do was nod his head and sigh with resignation, an act he pulled off damn near perfectly. Seemingly satisfied that Kevin would not eat involved with the investigation, the officer turned on his heel and spoke into his walkie. Once his figure was but a mere spec in the distance Kevin went north towards the park just outside Luminose City.

Thunder rumbled in the distance, the towering cumulonimbus clouds heralding the coming of a very violent round of storms. While children and their parents began to head south towards the city, Kevin continued further into the now abandoned park. He was determined to find either the abusive trainer or the pokemon he was last seen with, a Fennekin if he remembered correctly.

The gorgeous mid-day sky began to lose its luster as the squall line inched closer and closer. Kevin knew he would only have about an hour and-a-half, at best, to find his target. He had chosen the park largely due to a tidbit he heard two Rangers conversing on. Apparently the park was more popular place where abused pokemon were located.

The thick trees, murky water and dangerous pitfalls, the worst of which were seemingly inconspicuous puddles that travelled several feet into the ground, made for a hazardous trek further in. These were merely stumbling blocks as far as Kevin was concerned; they paled in comparison to the kind of harm an abused pokemon had been put through. With light becoming more and more scarce, and several new battle scars along the back of his legs, Kevin went east as the waterlogged path divided, spotting a patch of dry ground which would give him a chance to empty his sneakers of the water that had accumulated in them.

Once Kevein had taken his shoes off his ears picked up a very faint sound. Normally this would not have mattered to him but, given his reason for even being here, he made a concentrated effort to hone in on the noise. This task was made much more difficult due to the encroaching storms but Kevin was nothing if not stubborn. Once he had set his mind to something he would traverse hell or high water to see it through. Eventually Kevin came to a sectioned-off part of the park trail, one blocked by low-hanging branches and waist-deep water.

It was a risky endeavor, navigating what could only be regarded as wetlands with storms approaching. Whatever noise he had heard moments ago was becoming louder with every few steps he took. This alone fueled his drive, allowing him to overlook whatever insects were nipping at his body. He was GOING to find the injured pokemon and he was going to get it as far away from its trainer as possible. Lightning began to arc across the sky as what little daylight that remained had become an ominous shade of bluish-green. This was going to be a monster of a storm and time was running out on potentially finding the pokemon. An hour into his search Kevin spotted something twitching alongside a rotted-out tree. It was a pokemon, that much was for certain.

It was in a terrible state. There was simply no sugarcoating what was undoubtedly a pokemon on its' last leg. What would surely have been two plush, yellow ears with red fur covering most of the inside, was instead matted a bloody red. Normally blazing, fiery red eyes, were almost translucent and only possessed a small portion of their original color. It's fur was matted with dry blood and dirty water. It was undoubtedly a Fennekin but it's condition nearly turned Kevin's stomach inside-out.

Ignoring the rotten tree limbs scraping his exposed skin, Kevin placed his left hand carefully over Fennekins' ribcage, hoping and praying it still had enough of a healthy heartbeat that would get it through to the pokemon center. Fate smiled in this regard as, despite several terrifying injuries, its slightly steady heartbeat denoted no major internal injuries. Given Fennekins condition this was a miracle in Kevins' eyes. Knowing he would need to administer treatment before even entertaining the thought of carrying it, Kevin opened his soaked backpack.

It was a stroke of good fortune Kevins' pack was waterproof. The precious super potions and assorted berries he had in it would potentially save Fennekins' life. The entire time this was happening the pokemon in question looked up at Kevin with pleading eyes.

Fennekin was cold, hungry and, above all else, frightened. It had been exposed to the harsh environment of its trainer, had not been fed in several days and now this stranger was approaching it. Would this boy be just like his trainer? Would he kick and beat him for not going into its pokeball? What had he done to deserve this kind of life? Why was he fighting it in the first place? These thoughts stampeded through its weary mind as he saw the strange boy put his open hand in front of its mouth.

The temptation to bite him was there and it was begging Fennekin to give this...human...a taste of its pain. It absolutely despises humans, its only association having been with its trainer. Fennekin had reached the assumption that all humans were vile creatures who cared little for anything but themselves. This boy would be no different. Why else would a human have come to such a remote place, except to add to its suffering? Fennekin was too weak to growl but it would play along with the boy until he was close enough that, even in its weakened state, it could sink its teeth into the humans hand.

With its mind made up, Fennekin prepared what little strength it had left and began focusing it into its jaw muscles. Right when the boy's hand was within reach, and there was no chance he could pull back in time, it decided to get a good look at his face. It wanted to see the twisted look humans made when they were in pain, the same look that its trainer had given it before leaving it here to die. Fennekin had expected the boy to possess a snarky, almost pompous air to him...

Instead, the boy was crying.

"How could any human being do this to such a beautiful pokemon..."

Surely it had heard wrong...

"My name...my name is Kevin. Can you...understand me, Fennekin?"

Why was this human hesitating? Was this another one of his games? Was he toying with it? Why had he told Fennekin his name? Why had he called it by ITS name?

"Listen...I'm a pokemon trainer but I came here to help. There is a bad storm coming this way and I need to get you to a pokemon center. I want you to have some strength before I try and carry you so...please..."

Fennekin hardly understood anything the human was saying, its pale-red eyes going back and forth between the boy's hand and his tear-stained face. A strange aroma wafted through its sensitive nose, one it had never picked up before. Whatever it was had a very soothing air to it. The peaceful moment was momentarily lost when it saw the boy reach into an object he had been carrying. Fennekin recognized it as a backpack and wondered if the boy would have something to beat it with as well.

"Here...this is a berry, a Sitrus berry. It should give you a little strength back, at least enough so I can get you treated properly."

Fennekin eyed the "berry" suspiciously. It had never heard of such a thing and, despite the pleasant smell it gave off, doubt continued to dominate the pokemon's mind. Eventually, though, the rumbling in its belly caved into the prospect of a yummy snack. Throwing caution to the wind, if only for a moment, Fennekin gingerly opened its mouth and took the berry. The soft, semi-sweet texture was a welcome guest to Fennekins' taste buds as it bit down and began to chew.

It was delicious! Scratch that- it was heavenly! It was packed with the sweetest juices Fennekin had ever tasted! This 'berry', as the boy called it, did exactly what he said it would...

"Here, have another, but we need to-" Fennekin didn't bother waiting for the boy to finish talking, the concept of having another sweet treat momentarily making it forget that it was a human doing these acts of kindness. Fennekin was just so hungry, both for the berries and for the attention he was given. Eventually it had forgotten that it was still in bad shape; Fennekin even attempted to get up but a sharp jolt of pain made it crash back to earth.

"Please...don't overdo yourself, Fennekin. I think you have a broken leg so, please, let me carry you out of here."

This human, while appearing to be quite friendly, would not catch Fennekin with its guard down, like his trainer had. With some of its strength having returned from consuming two of the berries, Fennekin could muster the strength to show it did not approve of the boy touching it.

"Please, Fennekin...I know you don't trust me and, quite frankly, I wouldn't trust myself either if my trainer did the things he did to you. I am not your trainer, though, and, I know it's asking a lot but please just allow me to get you out of the path of the storm that's coming."

Fennekin was suddenly keenly aware of the dark sky and the frequent cloud-to-ground lightning strikes around them. As much as it hated doing this, Fennekin really had no other safer alternative. If the distant howling was any indication, this storm was bad news for those caught with no shelter. With a reluctant growl it closed its mouth and gave a rapid nod towards the boy.

"I promise...I'm going to get you healed up, then I'm going to find your trainer and shove an empty pokeball down his throat!"

Fennekin whimpered at the intensity of the boy's voice, despite the fact that his anger was being directed at the one who did this to it. Could this human be trusted? Only time would tell for Fennekin. Right now, however, they needed to get under shelter before they were overtaken by the violent storm behind them. Unfortunately, the way back wasn't any easier than the path he took getting there.

Kevin had to make a tough decision on the path he would take to get out of the murky wetlands. The route he took to get to Fennekin would now be pitch dark, with no easily accessible patches of land. The alternative was going through the dense underbrush, what little was left of it, yet that path included the risk of falling into a pit. The earth was incredibly soft here and, with almost no light left to guide him, it would be all too easy to hit a weak patch of ground and fall in. With a dangerous squall line eminent this would have been a worst-case scenario. The only other option would have been riding out the storm, a potentially suicidal venture.

Time was running out on them so Kevin went with his gut...

Braixen was grinding his voluptuous hips with clockwork precision, his silky black fur sandwiching the plastic cock with an incredibly sinful rhythm. Truth be told, It was bliss for the fox pokemon, but he wished it was a real piece of meat sliding between his cock-hungry cheeks, not a lifeless husk. Inevitably his thoughts drifted back to his trainer, Kevin, and the night that forever changed his perspective on life. Deciding a trip down memory lane just didn't feel the same without his trainer here, Braixen, albeit reluctantly, placed the plastic sex toy back in the wall and resealed the space with his wand.

He was still dripping precum all over Kevin's bedroom floor, a most sinful of crimes for sure. He couldn't help himself, though, whenever he was on Kevin's bed. The knowledge that the boy he grew up learning to love, the MAN he now loved, layed on this exact spot. Oh how desperately he wanted to expose his most provocative side and beg Kevin to pound him like he were a mare in heat. The thought that his virginity was still intact spoke volumes about Braixens dedication to Kevin. It was, indeed, unfair that he could not have who he knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt, was his life-mate. Still, Braixen would wait as long as he needed to, if it meant finally being able love Kevin as a life-mate.

Surrounded by the scent of his trainer all over the bedsheets, Braixen closed his eyes...

The thunder was becoming much, much louder now, as were the flashes of blinding light all around them. Fennekin had witnessed a few strong storms but this one was something else entirely.

This storm could kill.

Vigorously shaking its head to drive off the unpleasant thoughts invading its mind, Fennekin turned to face the human who was keeping him sheltered from the howling wind. The same wind was blowing fiercely at Kevin, who had sacrificed his own well-being to keep it safe.

"Don't worry, Fennekin! I can see the Luminose City Skyline! We'll be in town soon enough!" Kevin's voice sounded strained, as did the groans leaving him. It was only then that Fennekin picked up what sounded like small rocks hitting the ground. Rocks didn't fall from the sky...oh, no! All too late did Fennekin understand why the boy carrying him sounded so distraught, so filled with pain.

They were caught in a hailstorm.

This was absolutely horrible luck, being caught outside in one, but to be pelted with stones that were as big as the berry it had ate earlier would have likely ended its life. A new emotion began welling up within its body, one completely foreign to it. It would happen every time a hailstone hit a particularly soft spot on the human, triggering a cry of anguish that could only ever be associated with pain. This unknown emotion was threatening to burst forth from Fennekins chest.

This human, one whom it had only just met, was risking his own life to keep it safe from weather that, by all rights, he had no business even being in. Did that mean this boy had come just to save it? Was this human actually letting his body be a shield for Fennekin? Why did it suddenly start to feel warm inside of its chest, like all of the pain and suffering it had been through, the abuse, all of it. It all began to feel like an insignificant spec on the horizon.

How was this possible?

"I can...see the main road! Just...a little...further!"

Fennekin was suddenly aware of a cold liquid touching its forehead. Another drop followed, as did another. Was it rain? How was rain getting in...

"HANG ON, FENNEKIN!"

A weightlessness overcame Fennekin before a heavy one replaced it. Suddenly the world outside became a horrible place, the boy's screams of pain attributed to that. The hailstones, which had been dangerous in size before, are now larger than anything it had thought possible. Round after round of unforgiving ice pelted the boy who, Fennekin assumed, had assumed a defensive posture. In this stance Fennekin was completely shielded from the outside world...at the cost of the human protecting him.

The wind was roaring with a fury Fennekin had only experienced in nightmares, the rain was surely all that could be seen around them and all of this, combined with the boy screaming, made tears fall down its face. The foreign emotion it had experienced before came back, stronger than ever before. It knew what this feeling was, now, and it only continued to manifest itself further with each passing minute.

Fennekin was scared FOR the boy helping it, not scared OF. It was suddenly scared that what the human was doing would sacrifice his own life just to save it. Fennekin did not want that to happen. It wanted to get to know this boy, experience what life had to offer with this human. If the storm took him away then Fennekin may never have another opportunity like this again.

No! This boy HAD to survive! He had already endured so much pain to see it safe! It had finally found a human being that wasn't going to abuse it, wouldn't treat it bad or say mean things to it! How much longer did this boy have to endure the wrath of nature? It had to be ending soon, right?

"F-Fenne-k-kin...A-Are...You...O-Ok~"

He sounded absolutely horrible.

An ear-splitting cry filled the air just moments after a deafening clap of thunder roared across the land. The wind had begun to weaken considerably, as did the rain. There was no sign of anymore hailstones falling, so what could have...

"DOOOOOH~"

Fennekin chanced a peek from beneath his human shield and saw an unusual creature flying just above them.

It was looking directly at them.

Another deafening clap of thunder followed a blinding flash of lightning. When Fennekin was able to look around again it noticed sparks of electricity dancing along the spiked, yellow feathers of the pokemon. Another bolt of lightning, this one Fennekin could clearly see had been absorbed by strange pokemon. It continued to watch them, judging them...

"Look! It's Zapdos!"

"Wow! Look at it!"

"Hey! What's that in the road?"

Everything was happening so quickly for Fennekin. The storm, the strange pokemon and, now, much smaller humans swarming around them. Where these humans a threat? Did they mean the boy or it harm? The boy-

The boy!

Fennekin could barely hear him breathing. His body was absolutely soaked, blood was falling down numerous gashes on his head and face. There were numerous bruises along his neck and hands and the backpack he had been carrying was torn to shreds, chunks of fallen hail littering the ground around the pair. The way he looked was so eerily reminiscent of when Fennekin would get beaten by his trainer.

The boy had kept the same fate from befalling it. What good would it do if he didn't survive to share a life with it? Fennekin wanted companionship, it wanted THIS humans companionship! This human was strong-willed and, yet, so incredibly gentle...

The boy began to stir.

It was so very brief but Fennekin noticed the minor jostle of the boy's body. Was he alive? He HAD to be alive! Another set of motions followed, as did incredibly painful moans which escaped the humans lungs.

"Here?"

"Yes! My boys' said they found him like this when they arrived! Was he caught out in that storm?"

"Everybody stand back! This boy needs immediate medical attention!"

Fennekin had no idea who these people were or what they were doing but, as one large human went to lift the boy up on a piece of orange material, it suddenly felt incredibly protective of the human. A threatening growl escaped its lips, a gesture that was practically ignored by a second human, its attire consisting of a white button-up shirt and black jeans. It didn't know what these humans had in mind but Fennekin would not allow them to harm the boy without going through it first.

"Was this Pokemon with the boy when they found him?"

Fennekin, realizing the humans were mentioning it, immediately turned towards the female, the one the smaller humans referred to as 'mom'

"Yes, I guess that Fennekin must have been caught in the storm and this boy attempted to get it to town..."

Fennekin noticed how the female human was looking it over, as if she were judging it. Her eyes were drawn to what must have been a bad wound on its left ear because she seemed suddenly despondent towards the boy.

"These injuries! Did this boy hurt you?" The way she said it nearly made Fennekin blow fire in her face. It curled up as close to the boy as it could and, in a moment guided purely by emotion, licked his left cheek. Fennekin wasn't sure what the action would do but, if it was going to be the last time it saw the boy, it wanted to at least show a small amount of appreciation for saving its life.

"Wait, didn't the paper say something about a Fennekin belonging to a notorious trainer? If that is the case than this by cannot be the trainer the police are looking for."

In the confusing exchange Fennekin didn't even notice the boy leaving its side and being put into the back of some sort of vehicle. Without even thinking, and completely ignoring its own injuries, Fennekin sprinted towards where they had taken the boy and manage to make it in milliseconds before the doors behind it shut.

There were all kinds of tubes and devices attached to the boy now, along with the most annoying beeping sound it had ever heard. The vehicle they were was tightly-packed, an incredibly uncomfortable space for Fennekin. The distractions going on around it, however, were nothing compared to its reaction when it finally got an unobstructed view of the human who had saved its life.

Three thick trails of blood ran parallel to each other, with all three seeming to come from the top of the boy's head. Undoubtedly it was a large hailstone that caused the wound and Fennekin whimpered loudly at the knowledge that could have been it the stone made contact with. There were three vertical scars just below his left eye, their irregular pattern suggested it was obtained during the boy's frantic dash through the heavily cluttered underbrush when they first made their escape. Another ugly scar had formed just underneath the boy's right eye, probably another low-hanging tree limb. The worst of the injuries seemed to be the head wound and, while it still looked very serious, Fennekin was just grateful the boy hasn't been killed.

The human in question began to flutter his eyes open weakly, pain evident in his labored, though steadily stabilizing, breathing. He manages to open his left eye, the one with the vertical scars, and stared straight at Fennekin.

Fennekin wanted to cry so badly right now. It wanted to show this human, whine it had never even met, how grateful it was to be alive. It was alive thanks to the boy's actions. Unable to speak directly Fennekin, instead, nuzzled the humans' chin lovingly and then licking the tip of the boy's nose.

"Heh...I'm so...glad...to see you...safe..."

It must have taken an extreme effort to speak just those few words, Fennekin deduced. To know that the boy wasn't angry at it, that the very first words he spoke when they made eye contact again was concerning its own well-being. Fennekin let its body's actions speak for it, crying out in its namesake, not knowing if the boy knew it was calling how his name.

"I...won't let...that man...hurt you...anymore."

Fennekin felt a heavily bandaged finger rub against its scalp very tenderly. Somehow the boy had missed the most egregious of Fennekins wounds and, in contrast, was rubbing the most sensitive part of its body, and in a good way. It was in love and it was at that moment in time Fennekin decided it would stay with this wonderful boy, this human who became its hero, for as long as it was allowed to live.

With another affectionate nuzzle, Fennekin closed its eyes and drifted off to sleep.

Kevin was brought back from his trip down memory lane when he realized Braixen still had not appeared. Worry began to settle in as the boy hastily ran up to his room, not knowing if Braixen was alright. He would never forgive himself if anything had happened to his most precious of friends, especially now that he had no girlfriend and no coworkers to chat with.

Now all he had was Braixen.

Rapid footsteps heralded Kevin arriving at his bedroom door, his right hand nervously turning the knob and pushing the door forward. It was a huge relief when he saw Braixen sleeping on his bed, something the pokemon had been accustomed to doing ever since it evolved from a Fennekin. What threw Kevin for a loop, however, was the erection the fox pokemon was sporting and the soft, feminine moans leaving his lips.

Kevin had seen Braixen exposed in such a way, that much was for certain. He had even walked in on the pokemon pleasuring himself, to which Kevin had made a hasty retreat. Kevin knew he had a similar growing-up story while he parents were alive but he never expected to see it happen in front of him...

"B-Brai Brai~"

Kevin's blood went ice-cold

"B-Brai Brai~"

This couldn't be happening...

"Brai Brai...Xe...Brai Brai~"

His pokemon was moaning his name!

Over the course of the past three years, Kevin and Fennekin, now Braixen, had learned to communicate through the use of self-help tapes and personal experience. It was from one of these tapes that Kevin learned some of the more impure language of Braixen.

'Brai Brai' was how Braixen addressed Kevin when he was saying his name, or when he had arrived from work or school. 'Brai Brai Xe' was what Braixen said when they loved someone. For Braixen to use his name in such a way could only mean one thing...

'Braixen...loves...me?'

Kevin was at a complete loss as to what he should do next. He had just broken up with his high school sweetheart, now ex-sweetheart, lost his job though no fault of his own and now his best friend and miracle story was dreaming about him in a very sinful way. The bombardment of emotions was almost too much to take as Kevin stumbled back towards the door, fumbling with the knob in an attempt to run away and pretend this was all just a bad dream.

His hopes were quickly dashed like water upon the rocky shore.

"B-Brai...Brai?"

Braixen refused to look up at Kevin. He couldn't muster the courage, not after he had been exposed before the timing was right.

"Braixen, I-"

Braixen covered his ears and started sobbing uncontrollably, an action that hastily brought Kevin towards his bed and to his best friends' side.

"Braixen! Listen, I'm not-"

Everything was going so well! Everything was going to be peachy as long as he waited like he told himself he would! He hadn't had a naughty dream about Kevin in almost a year, the boy had even agreed to let him sleep in his own bed for Arceus' sake! It was over. It was all painfully over and he only had himself to blame for losing control of his emotions.

"Braixen! Stop! Just listen to me!"

"Xen! Braixen, Brai Brai! Brai Brai Xen Xe!"

"Braixen you...you think that because I found out how you feel about me that it'll ruin what we already have?"

"Brai! Brai Brai Xen Xe Braixen!"

Kevin was listening to his pokemon literally empty his most secret and heartfelt of emotions and lay them bare for the two to hear.

It shouldn't have been so farfetched, considering the life Braixen had lived as a Fennekin; with an abusive trainer who never once showed him any sort of love or compassion. Then there was the intimate attraction he felt towards Kevin after saving his life as a Fennekin, feelings of love should have at the very least been expected. Then there was the current day situation with Kevin himself.

Considering what had happened to him today, with the breakup, him losing his job and,now, finding out his only real companion left was also madly in love with him. If Kevin hadn't lived the first eighteen years of his life straight as an arrow he would have absolutely jumped on the opportunity to reciprocate his pokemons feelings.

'If I don't return his feelings, and I end up losing Braixen as a result of it, I'll have nobody to turn to...nobody to love...nobody to talk to...nobody to share stories with...and Braixen will be alone, again, with that dangerous man still out there...' Kevin's thoughts were bombarding him right now, battling with one half that demanded he stay on the road he has travelled, the other screaming at him because the solution was, quite literally, sitting on his bed and sharing his most hidden of emotions.

Braixen loved him...still loves him. If Kevin were to deny those feelings now he would be no better than his former trainer. If he did accept Braixen's love, however, there would be absolutely no going back. Could he truly forgo the last eighteen years of his life and start over?

Perhaps it was the fact that his parents had died, the fact that his ex was probably hitting up at least half of the school varsity basketball squad and the emptiness that was him needing companionship, that ultimately decided his fate. It was, in essence, a spur-of-the-moment decision...

It was one Kevin would have to put his trust in, alongside Braixen.

Braixen must have looked an absolute mess right about now, with his tears flowing and body quivering in self-pity. He wanted to just get away from this nightmare. He wanted a do-over, a mulligan, that wasn't too much to ask for, right? Why was he the only one not allowed to have true happiness? He thought he had found it with Kevin but, with his sinful desires laid bare before the one person he never wanted to know too soon, that happiness was surely gone now.

Then it happened.

A pair of strong, yet, gentle hands caressed the snow-white fur of his cheekbones. Crimson orbs stared at the heavenly golden eyes returning his gaze, unable to look away from the concerned look on the owners face.

Braixen felt his heartbeat quicken.

Why was he doing this to him? Why now, of all moments? If this concern was purely out of pity then Braixen had horribly misunderstood the kind of person he thought Kevin to be.

What if it wasn't pity, though? Braixen felt butterflies in his stomach and a twisting sensation in his left breast. What if he was wrong about his own assumption? Could Kevin truly be...

"Braixen..."

"B-Brai?"

What was it about the look he was giving? Why did that look embody hope and promise? It was the same look he gave me when he saved me in the wetlands. It was the same look he gave me in the back of the ambulance. It was the same look he was giving me now.

'For the love of all that is sacred, Kevin, keep talking!'

"We cannot always anticipate where life will lead us, or whether the path we are on will continue to be the path we tread later on down the line..."

'What do you mean by that, Kevin?'

"Up until now, I had figured myself prepared for whatever life would throw my way. I assumed my life was already shaping up how I wanted it to be..."

'How you wanted it to be? I thought that-'

"I have lost so much today; things that I spent years building up, reputations that cannot be reclaimed and memories I had built that were one-of-a-kind. Now, I have nothing..."

'B-but...your girlfriend-'

"All I have now is you, Braixen."

'...What?!'

As if he could read my mind, Kevin continued speaking to me.

"It ended between us...quite bitterly, I might add..."

'This is all just so sudden...'

"My job at the factory is history as well. Management didn't heed my warnings on the violations and the inspector gave them a surprise visit today..."

'No way...'

Kevin was beginning to cry and, as much as I wanted to kiss the tears away, I was simply too frightened to make a move.

"Braixen, when I first met you, you were a frightened pokemon, trying desperately to get by on what little you had in the way of companionship. Now, three years later, I still see that scared pokemon sitting before me..."

'Why are you doing this, Kevin? Are you telling me that-'

"...You don't have to be frightened any longer, Braixen."

'Are you-?'

"Braixen I..."

Kevin was struggling to say what was on his mind now. I would have none of that! Gently I laid my front paws over his chest, my eyes never leaving his. Kevin was extremely frightened at what he was about to reveal, I could sense it in my heart. This was just too important to overlook, too monumental to throw by the wayside.

"Brai~?"

"Braixen...I...I...I don't want...to lose you, too! I don't want to live this life alone! I dont want to wake up in bed alone anymore! I can't go on without knowing whether or not I'll find a companion that may never show up. Why should I leave my life up to chance when...when..."

The knot in my breast began to uncoil. An emotion I had not felt in over three years began resurfacing, this time with much more passion behind it.

"...When I have someone who already loves me for me? When the one who already has their heart reserved for me is right here? When the past eighteen years have built up to this moment!"

'Could it be...'

"What kind of fool would I be to deny the one who loves me for me the same joy I feel now? I don't care if you and I share he same kind of body! If you and I are destined to love each other than I would be the biggest fool of them all to turn you away, Braixen."

"B-Brai Brai?!"

'This is...'

"Why live my life...OUR life up to chance? Chance has no bearing on the path you and I shall walk. We will take a path where chance has no sway on our fate."

'The happiness I've sought...'

"Brai Brai!"

"Braixen...let's forge our own path, one we will both travel. Through thick and thin, through the ups and downs! We may be all that we have but, if all I have is you, then I don't need anything else."

'I've found it...at long last...'

"Brai Brai Xe! Brai Brai Xe! BRAI BRAI XE!"

"I love you, too, Braixen! I love you, too...always!"

'I have found true happiness...'

Predictable? Sappy? Old-School? You be the judge! Naughty time in chapter 2!