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Battling Pride - Conflict

By October Flixard and Yuri Mikoto

Violence M/M NC

It was a cool and grey day, blanketing everything in a pale light. The forest was rocky and damp. Even without counting its inexplicably uncanny and almost artificial atmosphere, it was unpleasant, but still a refreshing change that made October glad to have the use of his tower back, at least for short trips. Still, that wasn't what was currently occupying his attention...

His crimson, black-tipped tails falling back, "...Good grief, are you alright..?" asked October, the crimson Ninetales leaning over the prone form of the kitsune.

His paws twitching a few times, the nine-tailed but otherwise ordinary Fox looked up at him with a confused look. "...Yeah, I'm fine," he said with a gentle voice, "That was weird..! I was falling and falling... third tail is definitely your illusion tail, no doubt about it now..."

"Hrrrf..." grunted October, uneasily looking down at his smaller friend, "Well, that's better than the last few. Frankly Yuri, I don't think this is a safe method of testing."

"Maybe not," said the kitsune, "but we're figuring it out! We've definitely figured out six of them..."

"Yes," said October, unhappily, "...and the process, you've been burned, charmed, plunged into nightmare worlds, scared witless and been drained of energy. I really am dangerous," he sighed, "I'm sorry for my tails..."

"It's fine..!" said the smaller Fox with a suddenly sweet smile, "It's fun! I can handle it! I like your tails!"

"Well, my tails definitely seem to like you," said October, quietly, "if not being bitten by you..."

Yuri picked himself up and suddenly bolted around October's flank. He came face to face with October's fourth tail which had, quite of its own volition, come forward to meet him. Kitsune and tail seemed to nuzzle each other in greeting like happy friends.

"...and I don't think there's much denying which tail you get on with, best..." muttered October, with just a hint of bitterness.

Pulling away from the tail reluctantly, the smaller Fox shot October a look that seemed perfectly calculated to make the secretly polite rogue Ninetales feel bad. And of course, it did. He hadn't seen that look too much, but maybe that was why it worked so well.

"That tail's part of you, October," said Yuri, in a serious tone, "You have to accept it. Sixth, too..."

Casting irritable glances at his second-largest tails, one the friendliest and one the most aloof (and him only now knowing why that was) October sighed and grumbled, "...Fourth, perhaps, but I don't have to accept sixth... I'm never going to use those powers."

"October..." said Yuri, in THAT tone of voice.

"No," said October, "Frankly, I don't want the abilities of either tail. Messing with the thoughts and feelings of others is not my style." He frowned, "If you know, as I did, how dark that path truly is, you would consider Dark-Type Pokemon universal antibodies... as I have..."

Yuri whined at him pitifully, like an unhappy pet. You'd think he wasn't a powerful adventurer in his own right... "Are you ever going to tell me what it is you have against Psychics..?"

For just a moment, October's carefully arranged defenses slipped. For just a moment, he saw it. A just atrocity. So fast it was like a finger of light. Such force that the skin of that sphere had rippled like fluid from the point of impact...

"No," said October, closing the vault door as quickly as it had opened.

"October..." began Yuri again, until his ears twitched and he stopped. "Hang on."

October's own ears tracked to the direction Yuri's had and he heard it, the sound of approaching Pokemon voices.

Yuri leapt up into the air with impossible, magically-aided agility, somersaulted and in a blur of motion, landed on two paws. Now five-foot-seven tall and bipedal, dressed in an odd, asymmetrical black and red battle outfit and with a katana sheathed at his belt... and the sleek black arm-mounted computer he called a "COMP." His slight build gave a good view of the now-anthropomorphised Kitsune's nine tails.

October smirked, "Still not introduced them to your feral form..?"

Yuri shook his head, now looking down at the Ninetales, "They're still getting over the fact I'm not human, after all..."

October's smirk grew, "Introduced them to your Demons, yet..?"

Yuri shook his head, again.

"Well, one stage at a time, one supposes," said October, "it's admirable of you to keep them close to you, like this. I wonder if they're alright in this unnatural world...a world where they're the only Pokemon..."

"Well, I've showed them how to use the Terminal," said Yuri. When prompted by a frown from October, he elaborated simply, "Dimensional gate, so they can travel back if they like. Honestly though, I think they're keeping each other company well enough!" Yuri's ears were twitching as he was listening to his Pokemon, smile growing.

"OOoooeeeooooo~! Leaf! Leafeon..!

"Aff! Jolt! Jolt!"

"Eeeeee! Leaf! Leaf! LeafLeafLeafeoon!!!"

"Um... Um-bre-on... ummm-m-m-m-m..!"

"Rrrf..!"

...then Yuri's smile fell, as he began to hear what the Pokemon were actually saying, "It's nice to hear them getting on..." he said, sarcastically.

October frowned.

"You buffoon! Idiot! You bumbling deadweight!" said the Leafeon in a sharp and clear voice, holding his head high to look down his nose at the others.

"Hey..! Don't you dare talk like that to him!" yelled the angry Jolteon, sharply.

"...or what?" said the bristling, Holly-variant Leafeon, sharply, "You'll annoy me with those utterly pitiful shocks of yours? You're as big a letdown as he is! At least whilst Blacky's standing there, taking hits like the bitch we all know he is, he's in the fight! You! You're just a fly, buzzing around accomplishing nothing except annoyance. Buzz off!"

"Ummmm... Hey..." said the shy-looking Umbreon, "That's... you can't say that..."

The Leafeon reared his head, his sharp features and clean lines well matched with those of his spiked leaves, looking the very picture of cocky arrogance, as he spat a, "HAH!"

They were part of a larger crowd of Pokemon, well over a dozen, but those three were by far making the most noise. The rest were studiously ignoring them. Used to it.

Yuri was frowning and starting to walk, "Not again... I'm sick of breaking them up," he sighed, "Dammit, they would have to do this now, when Jadyne's expecting me back... I don't wanna be late again..."

October's frown increasing as he listened to the conversation, gave his friend a look, "Go to your mate," he told his friend, "I'll take care of this."

Yuri raised an eyebrow, "You sure..?"

October gave him a smile, "I think another Pokemon's perspective might help. Go on. I've got this." Yuri nodded at him, slowly and October trotted off towards the disturbance, confidently..

Yuri watched the Ninetales go trying not to bite his lip. Oh yeah, he had this alright... this couldn't possibly end in disaster... Unfortunately, sarcasm aside, he knew October... and October had THAT look in his eyes, the one that said even he couldn't talk him down...

So fine, he decided. He trusted October, and had plenty of reasons to. Yuri could only hope he really did have this...

* * *

"No, it's NOT fine," said the Leafeon, acidly, his voice dripping with the venom he quite genuinely felt, "You two deadweights are weighing down the whole team. It's your fault that Yuri didn't make the Pokemon League!"

"Hey..!" protested the Umbreon, "That's not..! That's not fair..!"

"It's not true, either!" shouted the Jolteon, in an annoyingly whiney tone of voice, "Yuri himself said it wasn't our fault!"

"He would say that!" said the Leafeon, with an angry sneer, "Because he's soft! Too soft! ...and he's ruining his potential by letting weakling hangers-on like you remain on this team!"

Blacky whined, pathetically, the young Umbreon's head and voice low even as he tried to defend himself, "How can you say that..? You weren't even there..."

"Of course I wasn't," said the Leafeon, his smile growing, "If I had been, Yuri's confidence would have never taken the blow YOU are responsible for. If I had been there," he rose his head in pride, "Yuri would have won the League that very day..."

"You know," came a jovial, yet growling voice, with a British accent, "When one notices undernourished cubs in a litter, it's usually because another cub is fat and unpleasant."

The Leafeon looked around sharply. His mouth hanging open, showing his fangs as he regarded, with mounting fury, the source of the comment.

Crimson and vile, the Ninetales was the most sickly and unpleasant specimen of its kind that he had yet witnessed. Odd, unsettling green-on-black eyes. Instead of a glorious gold trimmed with amber, like their own, actual and properly immaculate Ninetales, Senko, this one was furred crimson, with tips of black... and matted down with filth, looking like he'd never once even seen a brush. Because of that, he actually looked smaller than Senko. He had almost none of the grace a Ninetales should have. He stank, smelled absolutely vile... and he had the gall to come up to him, speaking like THIS!?

"Of course," continued the dirty Ninetales, with an almost sing-song pleasure in his voice as he spoke, "I have yet to see or hear a shred of evidence from anyone, including Yuri, that your actually rather girly ass is in any way superior. In fact; I think I hear the distinct tone of an asshole who enjoys shifting the blame. It... You... sounds like this..." The Ninetales made an odd shape with his long tongue and then blew a raspberry made roughly to resemble a Leafeon's 'coo' (made to rhyme with 'poo.')

Droplets from an accompanying explosion of hot Ninetales spittle landed on the Leafeon's fur.

"...Fuck," said the Jolteon, staring at the Ninetales in horror...

-

October smiled as he watched the Leafeon's pretty face twitch, watched the little sparks of reflected green light sputter in his big, deep dark brown eyes, watched the gears turn, watched the posture become hunched and hostile as he ground his little fangs and snarled, spitting accidentally when he first sputtered with inarticulate rage, his fur and leaf-spines both bristling. October's smile grew...

"You filthy piece of bedraggled shit," started the Leafeon coldly and October's smile dropped slightly, "You stinking, arrogant mess that can barely be called a Ninetales; How dare you say that to me..?"

October's posture lowered slightly as his eyes narrowed on the Leafeon, his voice lightly growling, "I dare say it because I've seen your type on a thousand worlds and I'm yet to be impressed by a single one of you..."

The Leafeon raised an eyebrow sharply, "You think!?" he started off louder than perhaps he intended, "That just because I'm a Grass type, you're going to get away with-"

October cut him off, speaking louder, knowing it would irritate the Leafeon, "I'm not talking about your Elemental Type, Leafeon. I'm talking about arrogant, self-assured, blame-shifting, abusive dickhead bullies who invent their own justifications as they go along as long as it keeps them at the centre of their own personal universe, no matter who they put down or harm in the process." He grinned at the Leafeon and waited until he was about to speak before going on, "Yes, I'm sure you think your ego eclipses all, but I assure you, there are entire empires of you and you're no better than they are."

The Leafeon gnashed his teeth together and produced the most satisfying high pitched growl of sheer disbelief and anger. October's smile was big as it as slow and wicked.

"OH, FUCK YOU!" shrieked the Leafeon, rearing up then lowering down, "Whatever shit you're spouting, I can't believe you have the audacity to do it! YOU!" spittle of rage flew out with that word, "Some random, stinking, filthy ASH-TRAY of a low-class Pokemon who comes out of no-where and thinks he's good enough to hang around with our Trainer!?" The Leafeon snarled, "Well I've got news for you, you garbage! Just because Yuri is nice enough to give you the time of day doesn't make you worth the shit you smell like..!"

October went from smiling to snarling in about one second.

The Leafeon went on, "You, the most disgusting and pathetic excuse for a Ninetales I've ever seen..?" as those words struck home on October and brought out his teeth, the Leafeon's snarl gained some sneer back, "You fucking disgrace, you think you can come and talk to me like that..? I should cut you down where you stand!"

"Narcissus!" shouted the Jolteon, sharply.

"Shut up, Kazuya!" snarled the Leafeon, then turned around... October had slowly started laughing.

The Leafeon's snarl grew as the Ninetales' laughter grew in volume and his nine tails waved with his obvious mirth, shaking his head and taking his eyes off of the Leafeon (knowing that in itself would be an insult to the Leafeon's battle-pride.) The Leafeon hissed and just as he was about to shout something October spoke, "Oh, that's just perfect. Of COURSE you're called Narcissus. I bet you chose the name yourself, you pretentious little shit."

'Narcissus' opened his mouth and a strangled, inarticulate scream left it as October laughed, not even looking at him.

"Narcissus, no..!" shouted the Jolteon.

October, snapping his attention down just a little too late, gasped. There was a bright, green glow, pouring from the Leafeon's eyes and atop his head. The Leafeon was already charging at him, nearly on him in a blink. Twisting its head and twirling its head leaf as an extending, glowing, sword of grass-type energy began to manifest.

October had survived many a horrific adventure purely on the strength of his reflexes. He could barely begin to sway and hope for the best.

There was a crashing impact that felt like it was going to crush his chest despite all the thick fur in front of it and he was lifted from his feet, the wind rushing out of his chest in an undignified, "HURK!"

He was tangled up with the Leafeon who had collided almost straight-on, chest-first, with him, leaving some hideous lines of pain and almost winding him right through his breastbone... and then... Strands of black mane fell down in a rain in front of his eyes...

October's eyes widened. He somehow managed to drag in the breath to scream at the Leafeon's back, "YOU FUCKING LITTLE SHIT..! I'M GOING TO FUCK YOU FOR THIS!"

"FUCK ME!?" screamed the prickly Leafeon at his back, before stepping away furiously, "FUCK YOU..!"

Chaos broke loose as the rest of Yuri's Pokemon sprang into action. A barely-visible barrier appeared between the Leafeon and Ninetales and the rest of the nearly dozen-strong gaggle semi-circled them, trying to calm both Pokemon.

"Stop this at once!" commanded the Delphox Yuri had called 'Val,' her eyes blazing with the light of her psychic powers.

"Narcissus! He's a guest here!" shouted a Lucario, Alexis, "You can't go attacking guests!"

"Please don't provoke Narcissus!" said Blacky, to October, "he's very bad tempered and-"

Others, such as a large Houndoom were just sitting back and smirking, apparently enjoying the show...

October and Narcissus on the other hand heard almost none of it. Saw nothing but each other's eyes, considered nothing but the rival that had appeared before them.

It was the soft, yet clear voice of Yuri's Ninetales however, Senko, that drew attention above the fuss. "Their eyes are locked," was all she said...

Perhaps October missed the meaning, but that seemed to quieten the whole crowd.

It was about then that October felt something run down his chest, tickling slightly... he realised that the fur of his chest-ruff and shoulder were moist. He was bleeding..! His eyes immediately fell upon the Leafeon's grassy chest-blade... and the crimson upon it that was not of October's fur...

The Leafeon noticed it too, "First blood..." he said, smiling the smile of the superior.

October growled angrily, his tails flared up in a fan, behind him, barely controlling his voice as the fires in his chest roared ever hotter, "It's just a scratch, you catty little bitch. If that's the best you can do you had better start apologising..."

"Apologise..!?" repeated the Leafeon whilst ducking low to the ground, rolling his body as if caught in a wave of disbelief, "You mutant joke of a Ninetales, if you don't GROVEL before me, I'm going to make you regret the day you oozed out of whatever orifice..."

A Vaporeon, one of those who had kept mostly back and quiet, muttered, "Hey guys, Yuri's expecting us back at the cave, we don't have time for this..."

"LEAVE, THEN," said Narcissus, sharply and impatiently, "Get out of here and leave THIS..." he stared extra hard into October's eyes as he said it, his umber-coloured eyes seeming to blaze with their own green fire, "to ME..."

"We can't do that," said Kazuya, "What if one of you gets hurt..?"

"Oh, one of us is going to get hurt..." promised October... "I don't tolerate bullies. I tolerate dicks who attack me even less. One way or another, I am getting this Leafeon to apologise for his behaviour."

Again, it was Senko who broke the resulting silence and tension. "You're all wasting your breath. Leave them to it." With that, she turned away and began walking after the long-departed Yuri.

One by one, the rest turned to follow.

"I'm staying," said the Houndoom with a chuckle, "I can't wait to see this..."

Senko had one last line to deliver, without stopping or even looking around, "Don't justify this by witnessing it, Cerberus," said the Ninetales, quietly, "if they must work it out as beasts, let them work it out alone and unheralded in the forest."

"Oh, Senko..~!" called Narcissus, suddenly, whilst smiling, without breaking eye contact with October. He clearly had something in mind... "Why don't you at least make this interesting for us..? I do prefer my victories in the sunshine!"

Senko sighed and still did not break stride, but as she apparently complied, the effect was as immediate as it was dramatic.

October wouldn't look up to see it, but as the light level increased around them and the immediate scene, at least for a hundred meters from a point somewhere above them, the forest warmed and dried before the assault of a small, Pokemon-generated sun made of Senko's Fire-Type aura energy.

October and Narcissus smiled at each other and it was hard to tell at that moment, between the clean-faced, smarmy sneer of the pretty Leafeon and the dirtier, cheekier charm of the roguish Ninetales who exactly looked the more arrogantly superior over the other as they squared off... It had to be a tie.

October for his part couldn't believe his luck. He'd been concerned that this cold, wet forest had been sapping his strength, especially after spending weeks in a warmer climate. Frankly, the fake sun on his back made him feel instantly better. As well as wonders for his metabolism, it would make his fire come all the easier and burn all the hotter. As far as he was concerned, the Leafeon had made a terrible mistake and he was going to profit from it.

The Leafeon didn't seem to realise, either, just kept smiling and sneering as the rest of the Pokemon got further away. "What you said, earlier..." he said, in a suddenly dark tone of voice...

"What..?" said October, raising an eyebrow, raising his own head to look down at the Leafeon. He was about ten percent taller and currently enjoying that fact, thoroughly, "About you being an insecure, stuck-up bitch and a bully..?"

"Something like that," said the Leafeon, cocking his head to one side, with a cruel smile forming, "Well, Ninetales, I'm going to enjoy making your stupid ass pay for your insults..."

"Still singing that song..?" said October, smirking, "I'm going to give your ass a retuning."

"Oh no," said Narcissus, grinning very wickedly, "That's not what's going to happen. Not now that I've got you, all alone..."

"Oh, I'm fucking trembling," said October, with more than a pinch of sarcasm, "So, here's the point where I'm left to wonder what you've got when we finally get past petty bitching."

"Oh, we're well past that," said Narcissus, then he charged without warning.

October was readier this time... but it somehow did him less good! He had barely began to twist his body on his way to leaping aside when the Leafeon hit him like an underarm sledgehammer blow... Again, he barely avoided being outright skewered and cleared his confusion enough to worry for a second, as his breathless body was lifted from the ground again, that a Leaf Blade was incoming.

That apparently wasn't the Leafeon's plan, though. Grabbing October's torso with his forepaws, he reared back... bringing the Ninetales with him!

October realised then how strong the Leafeon had to be, as he was effortlessly lifted and swung overhead, in a viciously fast suplex. In the split seconds before he hit the ground, he realised then he should have realised that sooner, after the Leafeon had first hit him... but he had been too focussed on the damage to his mane...

The planet was unkind to October when he was reintroduced to it. It knocked all of the wind out of him and most especially smashed his back and ass rather brutally, drawing a particularly undignified, high-pitched yelp from the Ninetales as he literally bounced off the ground.

Wincing, he rolled to his front despite the seizing pain in his back and he was halfway towards pushing himself up when the Leafeon completed a hairpin turn with seemingly impossible speed and came barrelling into his side.

There was no Leaf Blade this time, he just headbutted the Ninetales in the flank, full-force. There were awful cracking noises in the instant before he was launched.

October shrieked in pain and tumbled dizzyingly through the air, pitching randomly, then landing and rolling painfully, eventually spilling over into an aching, crimson pile...

Yes, reality dawned on October rather suddenly and brutally. Quite caught up in his pride, being all too much the Ninetales despite his crimson colouration, he had failed some rather basic calculations...

October was indeed a seasoned adventurer of numerous campaigns on many different worlds in many different forms. He had been a bane of the evil and lawful alike and had a knack for being in the wrong place at the right time to win a cunning victory against tall odds. Usually with just the right macguffin, too...

By now however, October had spent more time as a Ninetales than in any other form. Including his Flixard form... and even though his transformations were so unusually... total, compared to a run-of-the-mill, casual shapeshifter (he was, for example, impossible to distinguish by scientific instrumentation,) he was indeed naturalised. Brain chemistry and all. That was as ever, but he had never been so comfortable with himself as he was now... never before felt so... right, like this really was what he was, after all... and all the many forms before had just been a protracted search for this... and now he WAS the macguffin, he was more capable than ever...

Yet so many of his many half-practised talents were useless, now. He was good with a ranged longarm, he could lead opponents on a merry dance with a blade. He was a decent conversationalist and dancer. He could mess with ANY technology or magic he set his mind to messing with and NONE of that was ANY help whatsoever right now.

He was indeed a glorious Ninetales, like Verrin or Firenze, but unlike those, most especially the former, he was a barely-trained, barely-developed Ninetales who scarcely had control of SOME of his powers...

...and in his very first SERIOUS Pokemon battle he was facing a Leafeon who had always been a full-time Pokemon, who had trained, extensively, to better other Pokemon... and had done exactly that. For years, no doubt... Like him or not, Narcissus was a professional fighter...

Who was now laughing at him.

The difference was now very tangible as October groaned, barely getting his feet under himself and standing up, taking a deep breath to fight the shock of pains that felt like they were going right the way through his body...

"Ooooh, getting up, are we..?" said Narcissus, mockingly, casually walking towards the Ninetales, "I have to give you some credit. After all, didn't I just hear a couple of your ribs go, back there..?"

"No..." groaned October, dispensing a rare, but only partial lie, "My ribs are just fine, thankyou..." It still ached as though they were, of course...

"Mmmm..." said Narcissus, doubtfully, now closer, "Wouldn't matter to me if they were, you know. There's not going to be any mercy for you, either way..."

October was breathing deeply, forcing back the pain, "Blah-blah-blah," he said, with as much bravado as he could muster, "Same fucking threats."

The Leafeon paused, just five meters from him, then chuckled. "Oh no, no," he said, shaking his head, "Not quite, Ninetales. First of all, there's the sheer audacity you've shown in challenging ME when you're THIS pathetically WEAK," he hissed, then his tone became greatly unpleasant, again, accompanied by a smile that was downright unsettling... "You see, Ninetales, after you made those comments calling me a bitch and my ass girly, in light of the aforementioned, you've sealed your fucking fate." That smile became a wicked grin, "As much as you don't deserve the compliment, that ass of yours is almost as girly as Senko's. I always wanted to fuck a Ninetales..." he lolled his head to one side, looking quite pointedly at October's flank and hindquarters, "...tonight you're going to be my bitch, you impudent fuck!"

October swallowed, despite himself, his blood almost running cold. At any point in the past, this would be about the time he would call an adventure bad and teleport for home. Run away, replan, have more fun another day...

...but he couldn't.

He unsheathed his claws and stabbed then into the ground, grinding mud between his toes, wet, horrible mud. It was uncomfortable, but it sharpened him. It let his angry fires, doused by pain, resurge within.

His body pulsed with new strength that came entirely from the same source as his newfound inability to sensibly run away from a straight fight. He had nine glorious tails and an inner flame that just wouldn't let him, after all. Despite himself, he had the pride of a Ninetales, now, after all. For better or worse.

"That'll be the day..." said October, with a snarl.

"That'll be today," countered Narcissus, with a frown, then he charged.

Five meters. No chance to dodge, so be it. October swung his head forwards to meet the Leafeon's.

BOK.

Physics wasn't kind to either Pokemon's skull. They both staggered away from each other without any kind of grapple, this time.

"Aaauuuugh!" groaned the Leafeon, stumbling and putting a forepaw on his head, "You IDIOT! What was THAT!?"

October staggered back more deliberately, making himself some room from the Leafeon, he laughed, dizzily, perhaps more used to fighting under delirium, "HAH! Fuuuuuuuck you," he said with a chuckle, "Didn't look so clever that time, did you..?"

"MORON!" shouted the Leafeon, still holding his head, "I'm going to hurt you for that..!"

October's eyebrows rose as he made it further away from the Leafeon. Now thinking a little more clearly, he realised two things; Firstly, the Leafeon's pain tolerance was as poor as his own. Secondly, that attack hadn't been nearly as fast as the second, but still faster than the first...

Of course... October realised right then... if a bit of fake sunlight had done his metabolism some good, it was no doubt doing wonders for the Leafeon... He remembered then that Yuri had been jokingly calling his current lineup the 'Warriors of Sunlight.' Well, joke or no, it looked like it had a meaning after all.

Hunching down into a stance and inhaling quickly, October felt his blood surge as he erupted with his fastest possible flamethrower.

As the flames roared out, October was already turning away, ending the move nearly as quickly as it began. He didn't expect it to hit, but he was delighted to hear a surprised cooing cry from his opponent and hoped for the best. Wasn't his priority right now, though.

October bolted, springing away as fast as his aching body could carry him. Possessed of a low pain tolerance, October was none the less motivated. His ass was literally on the line. Also his pride.

So he ran..! Tactically.

"What..?" said a surprised Narcissus, "You coward! Get back here..!"

"No..!" shouted October back, reaching his full and not inconsiderable sprinting speed...

"You're just giving me a better target!" shouted the Leafeon, now starting after him.

"Chase me, then..!" challenged October.

The Leafeon took up that challenge without question. Of course he did. With his solar-energised metabolism and aura, the grass type expected no difficulty at all in chasing him down, naturally.

Except now his top speed was less that of October's, it was a sharp reduction in his relative velocity and potential angles of approach. One that meant that as he drew near, October had no trouble in timing a Flamethrower over his shoulder that the Leafeon had to veer away from, sharply, but not without getting another Ninetales-inflicted tan. This time to the side of his face.

October grinned back at him. Of course, a feral Pokemon, used to hunting and chasing, would never have fallen for that. Narcissus on the other hand was a professional fighter used to opponents that faced him head-to-head in a confined arena.

It bought October plenty of room. Especially now that the fake sun Senko had made was getting further and further away... obscured by more and more trees... and as he used up the energy, Narcissus was getting slower and slower.

Much to October's annoyance, that didn't reverse the speed advantage. Narcissus was still far better trained and far more experienced than himself, after all... but it was better. Much better. He could work with this. He steered them into thick woods, with the now-warier Leafeon none-the-less right hot on his tails... He spread his tails out wide, as if keeping them from snapping jaws...

Ignoring the ominous green glow, behind him, October waited his opportunity... waited until things were aligned, just right....

Suddenly three of October's tails half-wrapped around a tree branch, braking and swinging the Ninetales hard to the left - just enough for Narcissus to zip right past him... and straight at the tree-trunk the fan of his tails had been hiding!

It was fairly unfortunate that the Leafeon had a Leaf Blade charged, otherwise the fight would have probably ended right then. As it was, a green flash heralded the loud cracking noise of a hasty, wood-chopping slash. Still and despite the credit of the Leafeon's impressive reaction speed, slamming into a just-sliced tree trunk wasn't that much better than hitting a rooted one. It still made a satisfying "THUKK" noise. The tree was KO'd rather than the Leafeon, but still, October had a large measure of glee in his eyes as he took in a deeeeeep breath, feeling his blood and inner fires surge and burst with ready heat..!

...then he reconsidered and paused; concerned. He had a lungful of breath and a lot of unused fire aura just waiting to be unleashed... his fifth and largest tail was twitching in anticipation, buuuut...

October knew that there was a 'proper' level for Pokemon attacks. Especially amongst the more professional fighters in any world. Pokemon, after all, all had auras of their own, which would provide some resistance against attack, especially elemental attacks... So you had to overcome that... but the harder you overcame it, the greater the risk of severe or even mortal injury.

He had managed the equivalent of drunken brawling before, but with practically no practise in doing things properly, he had no idea what that proper level actually was. Especially for the likes of Narcissus. It was true that the Leafeon was more powerful than he, but he was also a Grass type... and even though he was an ASSHOLE Grass type, October did not want to risk killing him.

Wincing, October went for low-medium and let loose, bathing the prone and groaning Leafeon in flames, who looked up at the onrushing blast just in time to widen his eyes in fright and then ball up, protectively. In an instant, Narcissus was utterly engulfed in a red-orange conflagration that scorched the grass and brightened the whole forest scene for several blazing seconds... then faded.

Leaving a lot of smoke, steam, blackened undergrowth and a Leafeon who was lightly browned, no doubt in a lot of stinging pain from overheated part-plant flesh, but otherwise uninjured. In fact; he looked increasingly pissed off. October winced.

Looking angry, Narcissus surged unsteadily to his feet shouting, "...and just what in the FUCK was THAT, you LOSER?!" with bitter contempt in his shaky voice.

Well, at least he was shaken. October shrugged with a smile, "I'm still getting used to battles," he said honestly, "and I didn't want to hurt you."

Apparently that was exactly the wrong thing to say for the Leafeon's pride! Narcissus' face twitched with rage and he lunged at October suddenly, without preparing a move!

It was shocking enough and close enough that he struck October solidly in the chest before he could dodge, yet again... but again he failed to impale the Ninetales and left only a painful gash as the impact lifted October off his feet...

...but this time Narcissus was weakened and he didn't have the speed boost. This time, October could react. A long and agile Ninetales, despite the battering he'd taken, October twisted his tails and aching body and ripped the Leafeon's hindlegs from the ground with his inertia. They both landed heavily and unevenly on their sides, bouncing away from one another in pained grunts.

They both surged to their feet and ran at each other. Narcissus charged another Leaf Blade, the deadly green glow filling the forest scene as he swung his head-leaf...

October swayed just in time, then gazed in horror as more of his mane, on the other side, was shaved away.

Angrily, he grabbed the Leafeon by the shoulders and shoved him as hard as he could, sending the stumbling, smaller Pokemon slamming into a tree and bashing his head!

Despite that, Narcissus lunged right back at him and again October moved, rearing up to dodge... except THIS time Narcissus just straight up bit him on the foreleg, drawing a scream from the Ninetales as fangs tore into his flesh.

TWO could play at that game though and October had much bigger teeth. He bit the Leafeon on the ear with about as much mercy as was warranted (for a creature that could heal in sunlight,) putting his fangs right through and nearly severing it.

Narcissus released his foreleg to emit a piercing and lingering shriek, so awful that it induced October, with his sensitive Fox ears, to let go.

Mutually bloodied, they drew back, with new respect for one another... for about a second. Until they remembered how much they HATED one another.

Shrieking hatefully, Narcissus leapt at October. October reared up on his hindlegs and caught the Leafeon in his fores, then deliberately let himself fall backwards before Narcissus could latch his fangs on his face. He threw the Leafeon head-first into a tree. There was another hilarious noise and October managed a few chuckles as he was getting up, right until he caught that very same Leafeon head in his gut after a sudden reversal.

October's first real Pokemon battle quickly turned into a slow and bloody brawl as the pair of Pokemon apparently forgot their superpowers and concentrated on hurting each other as urgently as they could. Limbs were bitten, heads were slammed, both Pokemon were as badly bruised and bleeding as each other. Narcissus was still far stronger, physically, but October's longer limbs and body gave him leverage. Bigger teeth also counted for more and more as the brawl further descended into a grapple.

Wrestling, biting and trading blows, neither willing to back down against the other, October and Narcissus traded injuries with their prides on the line.

As time wore on and each Pokemon became more battered, more bloodied, it became clear that there would be no surrender. Of course, with so much pride riding on the conflict, neither of them even COULD back down... So on and on it went. Push coming to shove, coming to slam, going to stamp, rising to lunge, leading to biting, then going back to push and on and on. It was barely a battle, anymore. It was a brutal mess.

Somewhere in the background, October was thinking, though. He knew he couldn't win this on being bigger alone, nor could he win it on being stronger or more powerful or faster or tougher, because Narcissus was all of those things... and as tricksy as October was, Narcissus was no fool and worse; he was starting to catch on to some of his strategies...

October realised that he was eventually going to lose. He also realised that after the Leafeon had gone and briefly healed under Senko's sun, he would come back and October's currently only non-sore portion was going to become horrendously sore, indeed. And that would be it for HIS pride.

Yuri's words came back to him. 'Those powers are part of you.'

...and what was he? He was a Ninetales. A highly mobile, toughened glass cannon... with a strong emphasis on its tackling abilities. Whether he liked those or not. 'Ninetales emits an eerie glow from its eyes to possess its opponent's mind,' THAT was the legend...

And after Fifth and its Fire, Fourth and Sixth with their concentrations of Fairy and Psychic aura were his two most powerful tools. Reserves he had never tapped. Twitching. Waiting.

He didn't want to do this, but neither could he lose. That would be like admitting the Leafeon was alright in abusing his teammates, in being SUCH a DICK. That could not stand...

October waited his moment and even faked falling onto his back to create it... waiting for Narcissus to come at his vulnerable belly.

Looking triumphant, Narcissus charged and prepared to leap...

...October's tails rose up like a nest of snakes, giving Narcissus an amusing fright.

They swept around the leafeon, two tails to a limb, leaving only October's fifth and middle tail free...

The rest hauled Narcissus up into the air as he kicked and thrashed, helplessly, hanging mostly head-down.

"You FUCK!" shouted the Leafeon, bitterly, "Fight properly!"

"Oh, this fight's done," said October, with a smile, folding his forepaws behind his head and regarding the dangling Leafeon. The Leafeon wasn't light, but that was why he had been training his tails.

He was honestly surprised he had pulled this off, but then, his tails, which as ever seemed to have semi-autonomous minds of their own, due to the sheer amount of aura flowing through them, had to have been just as motivated as he was.

"Let me GO!" shouted Narcissus, looking angrily frustrated, "If you don't, I'll start cutting these off, I mean it..!" He began to charge his head-leaf, menacingly.

"Oh, shove a sock in it," said October, shoving his fifth tail into the Leafeon's mouth.

Narcissus did what came naturally and bit down. October was braced for it and managed not to make a noise. Ninetales are known for terrible, plot-driving thousand-year curses befalling those who abuse those tails, but October's tails, like October himself, didn't have that kind of patience.

Flames came out of no-where, materialising around the tail, an angry expulsion of pure, fire-type aura that burned hot and disappeared quickly, without any fuel on which to catch. Narcissus screamed.. then tried to cough. Then whined as his maw no doubt began to sting rather fiercely, indeed.

This had in fact been the somewhat literal 'reconnaissance by fire' approach employed by Yuri, earlier. Research that was now apparently paying off, after all...

October withdrew the tail from Narcissus mouth and shook the aching thing. Those teeth had HURT... but October kept his focus, "Ouch... you little bitch," he muttered, "Alright, now that's taken care of, it's time we had a little behavioural correction, around here..."

Narcissus tried to answer him, but merely coughed and gagged a bit, having inhaled a little of the very essence of fire, after all.

"Indeed," said October, smirking, "It is overdue. It's because of that and the facts that you bit me, stabbed me, cut my mane, threatened to rape me and oh, were such a massive DICK to begin with, acting like a disgusting bully, serving his own insecurities by tearing down your team members..."

Narcissus growled at him, then coughed, then tried again, this time almost hoarsely managing to form a word. A little taste of Fire had quietened him down, a bit!

"...Yes, yes," said October, with a cheeky smile, "I've heard all that. Now, as I was saying; It's because of all of that I'm going to break some personal rules..." his smile grew, "JUST for YOU... and test out some of the powers YOUR trainer thinks I shouldn't be neglecting..."

"What... powers..?" Narcissus just about managed to ask.

"Why," said October, with a smile, "Powers like this one I discovered just this very day...!"

October's fourth tail suddenly lit up with flames. They naturally startled the Leafeon, even when he noticed they were an odd, purple-pink colour... less when he realised that they were hot, but not dangerously so, not like Fire was... and then more again when they began to feel an entirely different kind of hot. As that energy seeped into his body, invaded him, he began to squirm uncomfortably, uncertainly...

Somehow, empathetic as his fourth tail was, October felt it too, and grinned.

"Yess..." said October, as Narcissus eyes widened, "You can feel it, can't you..?"

Narcissus began to writhe, twisting his hips and body.

"...I call this Faerie Fire," said October, with a grin, "I hope you like it..."

Fourth tail didn't waste time nor opportunity, despite putting out a good deal of energy, it made sure to make the time to snake further up the Leafeon's limb so that the teasing black tailtip could reach between the Leafeon's hindlegs...

Narcissus moaned and bucked his hips right into the soft, fluffy tail and its soft, fluffy flames... he made a few high pitched gasps...

October grinned and chuckled wickedly, "Why, I think he does..."

The Faerie Fire caught on the Leafeon's ready, Grass-type fuel. Narcissus gave a long, high moan and bucked his hips into October's tail tip. October felt him growing from his sheath at an impressive rate. He rose an eyebrow at his fourth tail. He couldn't help but wonder if it was trying to prove itself...

It was having an effect on him, too, that was for certain. He didn't know if it was a form of recoil or some side effect of using Fairy-type powers (oh, the embarrassment factor of it!) but his own lust was rising in a playful, tingling manner that was smothering his pain with the prospect of delight.

His own fires were stoking, as if he wasn't lying there covered in his own blood and half-covered in bruises... His crimson sheath was filling quickly...

...and Narcissus had a grand sight of October's sheath as it filled atop his hefty crimson balls. Narcissus was still bucking his hips with uncontrollable lust, despite his own many bruises and deep bite wounds (dripping in a slow patter onto the forest floor below him, smelling frankly delicious to a Fox,) and his canine member began to poke through October's tailfur... Yet his eyes were wide.

"Wonder what you're thinking," said October, a slow smile forming on his face as his own mind deviously worked...

"Fuck off," whispered Narcissus, hoarsely, "I'm thinking I'm going to cut your fucking tails off."

October a throaty noise in imitation of a gameshow UHH-UHH you-are-wrong noise. Then several more in different style. "That was the incorrect answer! The penalty is test!"

"Fuuuuck y-!" started Narcissus, then October's sixth tail encountered the back of his skull.

October and Narcissus jerked back at the same time.

Sixth tail was also apparently determined to prove itself. October twinged as one of his appendages suddenly activated in a powerful, forceful manner that overpowered his own nervous system.

He had a horrible feeling that his least favourite tail of all was in fact quite powerful.

October's entire being seemed to tunnel into that of the Leafeon. He was barely in control of the connection. Sixth was literally doing nearly all of the work...

...but he could see himself, lying there. Damn, he was a mess. He saw himself raising his own eyebrow. Narcissus had bitched him up as badly as he had the Leafeon. There was not a limb or a thirty centimetre patch of his body that didn't have some small bleeding injury or other...

(Whilst at the same time, also curiously noting that the Leafeon, with different eyes and spectral sensitivities to himself, had some perception of UV light, more vibrant greens and slightly washed-out reds... certainly none of the hints of infrared that a Ninetales got... It was kind of fascinating...)

...On the other hand, October noticed, whilst admiring his own growing smile, that Narcissus wasn't looking at his face. Narcissus was looking directly at his dick and balls, fixedly...

He was just barely in at Narcissus' surface perceptions, this much October understood. He was reading the raw signals from his eyes and ears, but nothing deeper. He would have to go further to get past I/O feeds and into operational stuff. It was unsurprisingly similar to hacking a sentient computer. Always a dicey challenge, but when one brought overwhelming force...

Carefully at first, October applied a little force of will, pushing inwards. Narcissus gasped as he went in. Taken by surprise, he was violated easily and he tried to clamp down, but October was already inside him... and some part of him enjoyed the resistance, enjoyed pushing against it, keeping himself firmly inside... even pushing slowly deeper...

Yes, Narcissus really was nice on the inside. Funny, he'd never considered how pleasant it had to be to be a Leafeon. Strange, part plant, part mammal hybrids, they had unique hormonal secretions that neither plant nor animal typically possessed.

The Leafeon's perceptions and sensations were synesthetic, colourful, bright and delightful. His body had responded to pain with herbal secretions that tingled and felt wonderful - no wonder he had seemed to have unlimited endurance..! Even know, October recognised the signs in twitching limbs and a quickly pumping heart of natural amphetamines at work... The Leafeon's body literally felt like a forest of lights... and then there was the photosensitivity! What little light was coming down through gloomy forest and grey clouds felt wonderful... a soft, warm caress of life-giving energy. No wonder he'd lasted this long...

...and then there was the Leafeon's cock... pressing into the ultra-soft, ultra-fine fur of a Ninetales' tail... oh goodness, that felt GREAT.

...It was about then that he realised something and opened his own eyes to look down at the pale, pointed and knotted dog-cock that was poking back and forth through that soft, fine tail-fur of his... Mmmf... that did feel good... but...

It was HUGE! For a Leafeon, at least! He had a dick that was longer and certainly chunkier than most humans had! It even looked threatening to October, who was BIG for a Ninetales of his size!

October growled, aloud. "You... were going to put THAT in me..?" he said, dangerously.

Narcissus uttered a sound that was more of a strangled cry and shook his head, "What are you doing to me..?" he cried, "Get out..!"

Of course, that wasn't what his thoughts were saying. Narcissus was thinking briefly of October's ass... and October had to raise an eyebrow.. because the Leafeon had a pretty strong image in his head and October had to admit... seen like that... it wasn't bad at all... he considered that perhaps he ought to be warier...

...but those thoughts didn't remain, his eyes kept returning to October's filling sheath and this thoughts... 'That's big... those balls look heavy... I wonder how big he gets?' A lot of stray thoughts that the Leafeon was trying to suppress, usually swiftly followed by a 'No, shut up, why am I thinking that!?' or the like...

October smiled, "Stop protesting. Your desires are no longer secret to me."

Narcissus snarled and summoned his anger. The sheer strength of his ego made for a formidable push as he tried to force the Ninetales out of his mind.

October, feeling an odd excitement, pushed harder...

He was surprised himself, when it was his turn to bathe the scene in an odd, eerie green light... but this one he was casting from his eyes. It wasn't a side-effect he was expecting, but it seemed to put fresh fears of defeat into Narcissus mind... and with them, surrender.

Narcissus fought and fought hard, his pride on the line... He summoned a burning hatred for the Ninetales. October got to appreciate how much Narcissus hated his vulpine, tobacco-ridden musk. How disdainful he was of his lack of grooming. How graceless and improper he thought October was. How much of a malformed, irritable practical joke of a Ninetales the universe seemed to have saw fit to inflict upon him... but as October, a curious Fox, pushed in deeper, for more secrets, he found something interesting. Thankfulness to the universe.

October chuckled, "Oh..? Really..?" he said, "I thought the messages were mixed. So you DO think I'm attractive..!"

"EEEAAAAH! GET OUT!" shouted the Leafeon. New thoughts whirled about like soldiers taking formation to defend the breached gate, trying to justify that errant idea - '...something INTERESTING, not ATTRACTIVE, about an unkempt male...' '...does that work for him?...' '...must be a reason he won... No! He hasn't won yet, I can still...'

October paused, smirked at him, "A handsome demon, sent to torture you, eh..? Well... I suppose I am at that! You deserve it though, you know you do... deep down..."

October frowned. No, no he did not. Deep down, as he was now forcing himself, he found that actually, Narcissus really, really was that self-conceited.

"Okay," said October, darkly, "Scratch that. As much as I can't believe I'm the one saying this; You need to learn to eat some humble pie, Narcissus..."

"Fuck you," said the Leafeon, but without much energy, sounding distant.

October chuckled, "Fortunately, recent experience has taught me that a little servitude can actually do a soul good. In moderation, of course!"

Narcissus, looking out of it, growled unevenly.

October grinned, "We don't have time to make you do weeks of manual labour, so I suppose it's time for the intensive course!"

With that, he pushed harder. His eyes blazed, lighting the scene and the Leafeon. He felt it on the Leafeon's chest... it felt sinister, permeating...

...and with a shriek, the last of the Leafeon's resistance gave out.

Now inside the Leafeon's mind and wearing it like a glove puppet, October released Narcissus, letting him fall to the floor. He chuckled and relaxed.

Narcissus crawled over on his belly and stuck his nose on the Ninetales balls. Almost reverently. October growled in appreciation. Not just at the touch, but at the Leafeon's own naked, revealed appreciation for his genitals. He felt Narcissus inhale and fill his senses with the powerful and scent of his own masculinity. That was odd in itself... feeling another's perception of scent. He really did smell awful! ...but he also almost smelled as threatening to the Leafeon as Prometheus did to himself... the other side of which was interesting, to say the least, to experience. Hormonal olfactory perspective! What an unexpected new pleasure...

Still, that wasn't as good as when Narcissus moved his paws up to grasp at the Ninetales' balls and sheath, filling his fine, now tenderly-applied forepaws with soft, fuzzy, warm junk that he couldn't help but squeeze at the very size and solidity of, appreciating the heft of those balls...

October wasn't usually much for foreplay, but when he could appreciate it both sides... when he could appreciate how much Narcissus was appreciating him... well, that really was a kick.

October growled happily and concentrated on enjoying the Leafeon's perceptions of him.

Narcissus wasn't that much smaller than him. October was a quarter taller, a fair bit longer, but also less dense and far fluffier. Still, those elongated, padded proportions seemed huge when your big eyes were closer together and looking hungrily down on a lengthening black shaft, poking from its sheath as the paws kneaded and massaged it free. Staring, wondering how big this pretty, shiny (and clean! Blessedly, thankfully, wonderfully, surprisingly clean!) shaft would get with proper attention.

With everything that opposed the impulse roughly held to the ground in metaphor Narcissus was determined to find out exactly how big. October was determined to let him. Under the surface of course, Narcissus was still struggling - just the way October liked, as a certain Umbreon had practically taught him that he liked. Chai only naturally came to mind at the moment, as provocation tempting domination was that Umbreon's favourite game and he had compelled October to as physically dominate him as October was psychically dominating this Leafeon, now. Still, there was a world of difference between the continual defiance of Chai and the look of sweet submission on Narcissus' pretty face as he leant gracefully down towards a shiny, tapered stake of vulpine flesh.

The first lick was tender, almost a romantic kiss. October had to sit up and watch as it was artfully delivered by a beautiful Leafeon who rolled his pretty body with the motion and finished it with a coy smile and big sweet umber eyes full of an intuitive cunning set on pleasing the Ninetales by making a show of how pretty he was. October was impressed... and Narcissus knew it... made a happy little coo and instinctively played it up even more as he leant in, again, determined to please...

Funny, Narcissus would be the sort to ignore what was actually a rather pleasant sense of intuition... Deep down it seemed that he was actually rather sweet!

Well, right now there was nothing getting in the way of that and a lick across the top was followed by a lick on one side of his cock, then another. Soft, tender touches, firm in just the right ways... and so precise, so fluid, so graceful, it was nothing less than an artful performance. He wondered if the Leafeon had an exhibitionistic streak, like himself... only deeply buried and perverted into his usual braggadocio...

October definitely preferred this... and that was before Narcissus rose his now free and erect, long, tapered black stake of vulpine meat into the air like a dancer pulling a partner back up from a leaning pose to embrace with it and then to envelope it with his muzzle, flaring his dark leaf-ears out to the sides as if he were performing a swan dive onto dick... He filling that muzzle with hot, solid, satisfying warmth as October groaned in pleasure and stolen appreciation whilst simultaneously enjoying that sweet, soft muzzle.

He quietly smiled, suddenly glad that he'd had a 'quiet day' at work. He was fully loaded...

No reason not to let the Leafeon work!

So he enjoyed the show that Narcissus gave him. It really was a wonder. Bobbing his head and twisting it, the Leafeon's performance was like the spellblade's military ballet of pornographic performances. Firm, confident, yet graceful. Beautifully building up pleasure in the Ninetales.

That performance picked up speed, the Leafeon either sensing or being unconsciously prompted to respond to the Ninetales' rising pleasure. Narcissus began to commit himself more boldly, rising up and down forcefully, thrusting the cock painfully into his throat..! That soft, tight throat, the source of all those annoying words..!

Suddenly that source felt very nice, indeed. In fact, October couldn't hold himself back. October grabbed his head and starting fucking his throat forcefully, with a wicked look in his eyes.

This really was an appropriate time for foreplay, he thought, with a lustful growl.

Narcissus would have cried out, if he could. Shame, embarrassment and an odd, overwhelming pleasure at being used like this overcame the Leafeon's senses.

Feeling how much Narcissus desired him too, October growled loudly... felt his blood rush... gasped... then erupted with a small burst of flames from his maw at the same time that one more pulse of his cock shot jets of seed right into the Leafeon's throat. Once again, he savoured the sensations of both sides - he felt the throbbing, the squeeze of the throat on his shaft; but he also felt that (definitely unfamiliar, he swore!) feeling of those same shots of cum pouring down not-his throat, where nothing could stop it, nor the spurts that followed. The warm feeling of contentment in not-his belly, where it all came to rest.

Okay. This was interesting. He might have to keep his sixth tail after all, he thought.

He released the Leafeon's head and let him enjoy the flow, then let himself flop backwards and gasp at the sudden and overpowering first peak of pleasure... He was not disappointed by the Leafeon's enjoyment. In fact, he was surprised!

Narcissus definitely made the most of it. He drew back and tasted it and then pulled back further, to let it spray all over himself, rubbing the soft fur of his face against the tip and getting the seed in thoroughly...

The pretty Leafeon was thoroughly soaked by hot, steaming Ninetales eruption, sullying his good looks, insulting his vanity... and loved it. Loved it so much that October's body couldn't help but give him a little more... as the Leafeon began to gasp and whimper, submissively.

"Oh, now that's a sweet noise..." said October, short on breath... "Going to have to hear more of those..."

Narcissus whined... and internally, struggled harder... but not THAT much harder. October's smile grew.

"You know what's coming next," he told the Leafeon.

The Leafeon nodded.

"Here's what I want you to do," said October, then, wondering if he could, shoved the mental images into the Leafeon's brain. It wasn't hard to visualise what he wanted. He had been dying for some of this all day, he had been planning on seeing Chai, when he'd gotten back, after all... Most likely getting the Umbreon on his back, in fact... but putting that aside, quite frankly he was enjoying the Leafeon's sweet supplication and didn't much feel like moving his injured body, just yet, so he tweaked his mental images, accordingly...

Narcissus apparently paid rapt attention and then began to rise, responding obediently, to October's growing smile...

The Leafeon clambered up, above him, poising his hips over October's. Then October took that oversized member of the Leafeon's in his fourth tail and began to stroke it, partly in reward for the Leafeon's service, but mostly because this supported his immediate desires.

The Leafeon stood the and gasped, keening gratefully as he gave it a tail-job, pumping and twirling with a soft, warm, tickling touch... Narcissus stayed obediently still, even as October lit up a small strand of Faerie Fire to speed up proceedings and the Leafeon moaned....

To Narcissus, it was explosively pleasurable. Enough that October was soon gasping with him... and quickly enough, Narcissus was bucking his hips and keening as he was spurting out messily onto the Ninetales and writhing in mutual pleasure, October nearly missed his chance!

October used his own forepaws to guide the Leafeon's dick onto his own. Quickly and carefully, he lathered it over the surface, coating his cock in the Leafeon's own cum.

He positioned it upright and grinned at the Leafeon... "Now," he commanded, impatiently.

Narcissus was cumming so hard his legs were shaking, vibrant waves of pleasure exploding colourfully through his synesthetically bright body as he coo'd and gasped at the overwhelming sensations... Despite this, however, he still obeyed, rising and then sinking back onto October's member like an officer falling onto his sword... Smooth, tender flesh expanded and then stretched rapidly as that hot, tapered tip pierced-

FAR too hard! Narcissus shrieked and October yelped with him..! "Aieeeyahh..!" he exclaimed in pained surprise! His own eyes were wide in fright, he had never experienced his own cock in an Eeveelution, before! It was... surprising, to say the least... That was a potential downside of these powers, he realised...

Still... he growled warmly as he got over that fright to find himself somewhere luxurious, indeed. Narcissus' tight ass was incredibly fine. Exceptionally. He was as tight as Colin... and October suspected he shared the Sylveon's habit of healing his own ass after encounters... all the better. That smooth, toned, yet girly ass of his was virginally tight.

Better yet and to October's surprise, it was ribbed with odd reinforcements, like ribbings of cellulose. Plant matter... and it felt WONDERFUL on his cock!

October had to marvel at how hot and huge his own cock felt inside the Leafeon. It felt so hot as to be potentially dangerous! Excitingly so, for Narcissus. Despite feeling the pain of that himself, October was feeling both his own desire to push in deeper and Narcissus' own desire to take it... and in fact it was hard to tell if he was pushing his hips or Narcissus was letting himself fall - but either way... little by little, that tapered, widening dick pushed in farther and farther... and they gasped and growled together, carefully stretching as they were being stretched, together...

It was a peculiar act of union, indeed and October found quickly that he had been wrong about their pain tolerances... or at least in how well they could deal with it. For October; pain back there was generally sharp, damn-near intolerable... But the pain in Narcissus' ass became a naturally-narcotically induced trance of somewhat-humbling pleasure that rode in waves throughout his entire body. It still hurt, of course, but in a novel way it was incredible. Almost addictive...

Though as they rode down towards the thickest parts of October's shaft it was quickly becoming overwhelming for both of them and they both made high pitched keens.

"This is weird..." grunted October, "but by Fortuna, Narcissus, you really are beautiful..."

The Leafeon could only moan in reply and began to bounce himself, gracefully, impaling himself hard on October's shaft, determined, apparently, to meet that challenge as he did every challenge in his training - with pride and beauty.

Well, he rode October as beautifully as he had blown him, making a graceful performance out of the act, once more. Ignoring all his injuries, ignoring all pain to bounce upon October with a poetic cadence, crying out and cooing a Leafeon's coo, actually sounding proud of the pain and pleasure he was inflicting upon himself.

Unexpectedly, Narcissus suddenly doubled over, surprising October... but it was no rebellion. He grabbed October's too-big knot with both forepaws and cried wordlessly for him to cum as he squeezed!

October couldn't refuse such an earnest request, nodding then falling back with a gasp, letting loose the gates that had been barely holding back a veritably volcanic eruption, flooding into the tight confines of Leafeon at long last, finally getting his seed into that sweet body as he'd longed from the beginning, turning his head away to avoid hurting Narcissus with a sudden and lustful outburst of flames that roared out of him with a of surge of pleasure! Once again the feelings were overwhelming, this time in his more familiar blazing-hot peak of a Fire-type's orgasm, that blaze of burning pleasure making him writhe languorously as he spilled both seed and flame!

Now THAT was weird... he reflected... not even noticing as the Leafeon bucked atop his cock and covered him with Grass-type seed even as Fire-type seed drooled out of his own, over-stuffed rear... For October could feel that flood... and how full Narcissus was... and felt the dribble, all the way down, from one nervous system to another, out of the hole and down his shaft.

Nor was Narcissus done! He knew, somehow, that October still wasn't dry. October could sense his greed for everything the Ninetales had left... and possibly more. Feeling appreciated, October couldn't refuse the beautiful creature...

The graceful bouncing, the pleasant ride, started anew.

Narcissus was fine... too fine..! October just had to grab him, as beautiful as this performance was, he couldn't wait a minute longer for what he truly wanted. As good as it was and though truly, he kind of blamed Chai for building up the appetite, his appetite was not, in fact, sated!

He had to have this Leafeon. Physically. Just as he'd pictured having Chai. He surged forwards, suddenly, throwing Narcissus onto his back and pinning him roughly to the ground, keeping his cock well inside. October put a forepaw over both of the Leafeon's forepaws, then a tail around each of his hindlegs, pulling them out far to the sides, spreading his legs wide...

...Then he released the Leafeon's mind.

"...Gah, YOOOOUU...!" shrieked Narcissus, with indignant rage.

October rammed in hard, making the Leafeon incomprehensible, shoving in deeper than he had been before this point! "...Me," growled October.

Looking the Leafeon right in his angry, yet wide and protestingly lust-filled eyes, October began to fuck him for himself.

Narcissus cried out in indignation, anger and pleasure.

October growled in satisfaction and began to pick up speed. He knew now, from experience exactly what the Leafeon could take... and knew exactly from his memories, how much mercy the Leafeon expected... gave... or deserved. Very little. Shockingly little.

In fact, there were more than a few things in Narcissus memories that perhaps required some punishment.

Oh, but October could do that...

Yet October started out slow anyway, this was an ass worth appreciating, after all.

This was a creature worth appreciating. Like any other Eeveelution, Narcissus was something special, all unto himself. A pleasure to be savoured.

Of course, the act of savouring had its price. As October ground slowly, growling almost at a purr as he appreciated the Leafeon's unique inner feel, Narcissus suddenly lunged with his head and sank his fangs, hard as he could, into October's shoulder.

October cried out... and though angered, he chuckled anyway and said, "Sorry."

For he knew what that was about. It was impossible to have been in the Leafeon's mind so recently and not known by now. That wasn't for what he was doing, but rather for what he wasn't.

He decided to give the Leafeon EXACTLY what he wanted... and perhaps subconsciously knew he deserved... and so October let himself go.

October bit down hard on the scruff of the Leafeon's neck and holding him down, ravaged the smaller Pokemon like a savage, feral beast... There were no loud cries this time, for maws were filled with pierced flesh and running blood, but the sheer violence of their act made for noise enough.

After all, October's beautiful ass was also built for speed. ...and Narcissus wasn't happy until October had (happily) made him bleed. Naturally, as October now understood, realising just what pain could do to the Leafeon... and just how high a masochistic thrill of humiliation could go. October briefly wondered at himself and his own, guardedly prideful nature... but shook the thought off quickly. Hidden dangers of being inside someone else's head, perhaps...

It was easy enough to put it out of his mind as he thrust with increasingly wild abandon, fucking the Leafeon harder and harder...

Narcissus was cumming into his belly fur already before it happened... but then he was cumming even harder when it did, despite the protest in his eyes and in the grunts into October's bleeding shoulder.

October merely growled, dug his claws into the ground for leverage and pushed with all of his considerable hindquarters' might!

The Leafeon's ass was so tight it felt like it was going to split as the soft flesh deformed scarily around the sides of the intruding knot... but with a brutal inevitability... deform it did... strained brutally... and the knot slammed inside, locking inside the shrieking, cumming Leafeon!

October's third flood was of course, given the circumstances, more than the first two combined... except this time, it was going no-where. He released the Leafeon's neck, leaving droplets of blood and saliva, and lifted his head up high. He couldn't help himself; by now, he could do little more than draw in a deep breath and shriek an exultant, heartfelt, "NIIIIIIIIIINE!" before, in the very next breath, a mighty flamethrower erupted from his pride-swollen chest and into the air. The reflection in glorious blaze of the burning satisfaction and pleasure that roared in waves through his body in a firestorm of dominant exultance cast a bright light on the leaves and bark and dirt around them, painting them a vibrant orange as he asserted himself and his erupting seed within the dangerously beautiful, prideful Leafeon's body.

Filled up and moaning, Narcissus released his shoulder, but only to emit a series of babbling, cooing noises that might have been attempts at words. He had started cumming all over again, beneath the Ninetales. When he could, he squeezed his eyes shut and gritted his teeth with a low grunt, his expression a mix of rough frustration and soft pleasure, the former fed by the latter. A sight October would be sure to remember.

October grinned down at that face, toothily, feeling more alive and powerful than he ever had in his life, like a living flame within the Leafeon. Bold and proud, coherent despite the incredible pleasure. A real Ninetales...

"That's right," growled the Ninetales, "There's always a bigger ego... and the next time you pick on someone smaller... I'll be back to remind you."

He took the moaning whimpers as acknowledgement.

'Ahh,' he reflected, as he considered how else he might enjoy the Leafeon for the rest of the night, 'It feels good to do the right thing, sometimes..!'