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So we meet again... I'm here with yet another story from A Vulpix's Desires. I'm not going to lie, I had a difficult time writing this one. So I hope it's still of the same quality as the other stories in this series. As usual this story contains instances of adult content, so if you are under the legal age then continue at your own risk. Now without further a due... A Vulpix's Desires 9.

"So you break into our house, jerk off to my private time with Poochyena, and expect me to join you're cause open arms" Mew was above furious after hearing the Dragonite's story, she wanted more than anything to be done with Vulpix forever. Poochyena sat by Mew's side, growling lowly every once in a while to show what they thought of the intruder. He didn't mind Vulpix, but at this point if the Dragonite's proposition made Mew unhappy it made him unhappy. "You're asking us to stick our necks out for a girl that tried to kill Mew!" Poochyena might have been much smaller than the Dragonite, but he still wasn't afraid to assert his dominance to anyone who endangered his mate. "A girl who you have no idea where she is, or even if she's alive?"

Dragonite sighed in defeat, he'd been trying for hours and had made absolutely no progress. "You're not going to help no matter what I say, are you?" The two nodded in agreement, some help they were. Dragonite ended up showing himself out, hanging his head in defeat as he slowly lost the hope he had when he first arrived. Dragonite stood on the front porch which was looking worse for ware after his entrance, flaring his wings before someone called out from behind him. "Wait!" Dragonite turned around to see a young Eevee, panting as he tried to catch his breath. "You're looking for Vulpix right? Let me go with you." Dragonite couldn't help but smile, perhaps not all of Vulpix's adoptive family was hopeless. "You really want to come with me, to blindly search for this girl?"

The Eevee caught his breath before speaking, his voice sounding far more hopeful than Dragonite could expect from someone so young. "I may be young, but I've met plenty of Pokemon." Dragonite almost expected some sort of patriotic music to be playing in the background as the Eevee gave his speech. "And out of all of them, none came close to being as special as Vulpix. She was the shred of joy I had left after being adopted, a glimmer of hope that made me think everything would be alright. So yes, I know it's probably hopeless. Yes know it will probably end in disappointment, but if there's a shred of a chance I may find her... I'll be damned if I don't take it." Dragonite didn't know what to say, but he did admire the Eevee's determination. So with some of his hope restored, Dragonite allowed the determined Eevee to hop on his back before they took flight...

... It had been weeks since the search for Vulpix started, Dragonite and Eevee searching tirelessly without ever losing hope. Every day Dragonite could feel his unnaturally augmented youth slipping away, reaching the point where his will alone was what kept him alive. Back at Brandon's house things were only getting worse as Brandon himself watched everything fall apart around him. His Vulpix was killed by one of his own Pokemon, Eevee had just disappeared without warning, and even his Poochyena would vanish for hours at a time. Above the surface things were looking grim; but below the surface, below the hopelessness and the self pity, things finally showed a spark of hope, a chance that everything might be alright.

Vulpix had began to show minor signs of recovery, her wounds healing at a snail's pace and letting out an uncommon lost whimper on the rare occasion she would be awake. Today would be the day though, the day Vulpix would hopefully stand upright again. The Raticate had taken every precaution he could with his resources, he even snuck up to the surface and stole some medical supplies from a local hospital. Vulpix awoke from painful shock when a rodent nose prodded against her still badly broken ribcage, groaning as the nose persisted. It was obvious that the stranger was trying to coax Vulpix into standing, but even after all the work the man had done on her she still didn't have any fight left in her. To the Raticate's relief Vulpix finally stood for the time in weeks, but this relief was short lived as Vulpix fell back onto her side with a painful whimper.

Vulpix appreciated what the Raticate was trying to do for her, but during the time she was incapacitated she had time to think. She realised that she truly had nothing to fight for anymore; She had no idea where she was, her trainer along with the Pokemon she once knew all thought she was dead, and even Dragonite was most likely dead himself. The Raticate couldn't help but to burst into tears as he realised his efforts were futile. He had put every ounce of effort he had into her, and yet even his determination wasn't enough to cure someone who lacked the will to hold onto life anymore. Vulpix let reality begin to fade, closing he eyes as she dreamed awake.

I guess dream wouldn't quite be the proper word, it was more like a pain induced vision. Still, Vulpix found her mind far from the sewers she was currently in. Instead Vulpix found herself soaring over her home city, the view being almost vivid as she continued to watch the scenery fly by through her mind's eye. Vulpix's vision finally stopped her outside her old trainer's shack, the door torn off it's hinges for some strange reason. She saw inside, where her trainer sat by his old desk, tears welling up with some sort of book in one hand and his head in the other. The book was... A scrapbook? Filled with all the memories of joy and tears she had ever hed with him. Vulpix wanted to stay, she wanted to tell Brandon she was alive, but she found her trainer becoming farther and farther away as her mind's eye was being pulled away against her will.

Vulpix came back to reality with a burning sensation all over her body, salty teardrops entering her wounds and feeling as though they were lighting them aflame. The Raticate over top of her was quickly becoming a blubbering mess as he pitted his own failures once again. Vulpix reopened her eyes to look at the saddened Pokemon, a tinge of guilt lingering in the back of her head as she did so. In the end Vulpix couldn't help but to at least try to meet the Raticate halfway. She may not have known if Dragonite was alive, she may not have had a true life to go back to, but if nothing else she owed it to the Raticate to try. Throughout the immense pain Vulpix pulled her body upright, the Raticate watching in awe as his work finally showed the possibility of success.

The pain was unimaginable, to come back from essentially dead to standing again in a few seconds. Still, Vulpix felt a sense of accomplishment when the Raticate wiped away the tears that must have been lingering for the past few days. After the Raticate was done staring with his jaw dropped to the floor in amazement, he darted to his medical supply box. He pulled out some strange pills, a strange ointment, and some sort of makeshift splint. The first thing the Raticate used were the pills, after popping a few of them into Vulpix's maw, her body swiftly went numb and the pain dispersed. Next was the ointment, which in retrospect was more like some sort of cream as he clumsily rubbed it over her fur. The Raticate couldn't help but feeling a little awkward about touching another female in the ways he was, after vowing to never be with a woman again.

That was the burden the Raticate dragged around for his entire life, that was the sad past that pushes him to go farther then he ever had before. About five years ago his newly wed spouse was struck with some sort of rare disease, and apparently he was a carrier of it. In a sense he was extremely lucky, but in no way did he feel that way. His body was immune to the sickness, just strong enough to resist it but not strong enough to purge it. Leaving him destined to leave everyone he cared about or ever got close to to die, the trail of bodies even after his wife haunting him today. So of corse it took most of Raticate's willpower to hold himself back, his deadly disease taking more lives than he as a doctor could ever save.

That's why he found himself crossing his legs in discomfort, suppressing the most basic urge his species was supposed to fulfil when presented with a female. To make matters worse the girl was injured everywhere, especially her most private of areas. The Raticate finally finished with a sigh of relief and wiped his hands off on a mangled towel he had nearby, trying to keep things at least slightly professional. With that awkward step out of the way, The Raticate moved on to the last step of which he had no idea how to proceed. The girl needed splints to support her most likely broken bones, but the few procedures he'd done for that sort of thing have all been on his own species. Eventually he simply sighed and got to work, after all it was better to try...

... Back at Brandon's house Vulpix's pain induced hallucinations were surprisingly accurate, Brandon sitting at his desk in solitude as he stared at his scrapbook. What Vulpix didn't see however, was entirely under the table. And yes, I do mean masturbation. Ever since Vulpix had left, Brandon found himself shamefully doing things like this more and more. Staring at old pictures of Vulpix, stroking his hand along the picture as if he could Feel Vulpix's fur again, flipping the page to slightly different pictures. Most of the next pictures were taken without Vulpix's knowledge; shots of her sleeping in provocative positions, shots of her rump in the sky, eagerly following a laser pointer with her eyes. Needless to say Brandon felt himself nearing yet another reminiscent climax.

He was only moments away from his shameful climax when he heard a confused "Vul?" off to the side. Brandon lost his balance in shock, tumbling back on his chair and hitting his head pretty hard off the floor. He turned his bruised head to the side to see an innocent Vulpix in front of his door, staring at him as he lied proudly and painfully on the floor. Wait, this wasn't just an innocent Vulpix. Could it be? It was his Vulpix, now advancing on him with a slightly more provocative "Vul". Every step she took she seamed to transform, changing from this innocent Vulpix girl that Brandon once knew into a desperate and overwhelming Vulpix in heat that was nothing like the one he once knew. Still, he wasn't exactly going to complain when the Vulpix gave his still erect member a playful lick, gathering some of the pre that had amassed from his earlier self pleasuring.

Vulpix's licking quickly became more and more intense, Brandon feeling a second and more powerful climax nearing at an immense pace. Just when Brandon thought he couldn't take any more, Vulpix stopped, mewling in delight as she retreated to Brandon's bed. Brandon stumbled over himself as he tried to get upright, Vulpix seaming to be giggling to herself the entire time he tried. He eventually succeeded, although not in the most graceful manner, and began walking over to the Pokemon he adored so. Vulpix was quick to present herself once Brandon arrived, her sex already dripping in anticipation as brandon stared drooling.

Vulpix gasped as her sex was swiftly invaded by Brandon's human tongue, blushing as Brandon lapped up all the juice she had to offer greedily. She suddenly gasped as her sensitive clit was now being nibbled on by her new mate, him knowing what he wanted and apparently exactly how to get it. And boy did he get it, Vulpix pushed her hips back and screamed out in climax as brandon brought his face back to her deprived sex. Brandon swallowed as much as he could, loving the spicy flavour, but he couldn't catch everything as some of Vulpix's abundant climax dribbled down his chin. Vulpix finally came down from her climax panting, letting out a moan before lust overtook her again.

Vulpix raised her rump in the air, wagging her tails happily to show that she was more than ready for another round. Brandon swallowed the last of his Pokemon's juices and wiped some from his chin before eagerly positioning himself, his member drooling pre at the mere idea of what he was about to do. In one loving thrust Brandon could feel his member completely enveloped inside Vulpix's warm, moist caverns, which to a virgin like himself was almost unbelievable. It didn't take long for Brandon to reach both a frantic pace and a third attempt at hitting climax. The adorable Vulpix beneath him letting out a lustful "Vul!" Every time their hips connected, and as their mutual climax approached letting out a much longer "Vul" of pure bliss as Brandon shoved his entire length inside of her one last time.

Brandon had never came so hard in all his life, shooting out more seed than he knew he could produce into Vulpix's more than willing sex. He finally came down from his climax, both of them panting as Brandon planted a tender kiss on Vulpix's forehead. Suddenly Brandon heard what could only be described as glass shattering, the beautiful Vulpix underneath him melting away as he lost his balance and fell forward into a pool of his seed. Had he really... Hallucinated the entire thing? Oh god, brandon grabbed his head as reality rushed through him. He was losing his god damn mind!

Yep, he's going nuts (:! Thank you for reading, Strangely enough I had a hard time writing this story for some reason. (Perhaps because it was so much like a soap opera?) Anyway, thank you for reading nonetheless, and if you enjoyed the story please feel free to like, comment and rate. Have a wonderful day!