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I drifted in a hazy state of relaxed contentment as I slowly woke up. I felt a warm body against mine and something gentle brush over me, as if a hand was lightly dragging a pair of fingers over me. It felt wonderful, and I lay there with my eyes closed and enjoyed the sensation. The brushing stopped and I heard a soft voice speak from beside me. "Good morning my lovely little flower. It's time to wake up..."

I smiled and rolled onto my side, then burrowed closer into the warm body beside me. "But it's so warm and comfortable here..." I opened my eyes and looked up to meet the calm eyes of Apollo, my Espeon.

It had been three - no, it was a new day now - four days since I had woken from a strange dream and found myself transformed into a Vulpix. Life was so much more fun, with new experiences every day, and I loved every waking moment of it. There were a lot of new things I had to get used to. Some of the things were from being a Vulpix, such as walking on four legs, jumping to get to things I could normally reach easily, or the new need to keep my tails from tangling with each other or getting caught in things. Other things were from being a vixen, like the way my head swam whenever I breathed in Apollo's scent, or the way my body felt when he touched me, or the thousands of new desires and thoughts I had never even considered before but felt so natural and right whenever I thought of the Espeon. Apollo had been helping me with the adjustments - helping me with both problems, and very enthusiastically - and he had never laughed or made fun of me. He filled in for me with the things I couldn't do anymore, like opening doors and making dinner, and he seemed to really enjoy taking care of me. He also seemed to really enjoy coming up with flattering adjectives to describe me, and while on some level I knew I would have found it silly a week ago I now found it suave and charming, and I blushed inside when I heard him call me 'six pieces worth of hot tail' or his 'lovely little flower'. He was sweet, in ways I had never realized when I was his trainer.

He was larger than me and made for a perfect pillow. His tail returned to brush softly along one of my legs, and I squirmed as it lightly tickled the bottom of my sensitive paw. "Ah, mon petit tresor en sucre, would that I could stop the sun in the sky so you could lie like this forever... but sadly I cannot, and we have to work on developing some of the other talents of your lovely new body..."

I pouted, my ears drooped and my eyes filled with disappointment... but Apollo didn't relent. He licked my head, then hopped off the bed and landed nimbly on the floor. I felt cold with his absence and I sighed as I moved to the edge of the bed. I wasn't comfortable enough with my new body to just jump off the bed, so I crawled down instead. I stood right on the edge and put my front legs on the railing, my tails waving to keep my balance, then slowly...

I fell and face planted in the floor with a thump, and then slid over onto my back. The bed wasn't very high off the floor and the bedroom was carpeted so it didn't hurt much - but it was still really embarrassing. My tails hung in the air and I curled them against my chest to try and hide myself.

Apollo's face appeared in my vision, looking apologetic. "My pretty Lily seems to have wilted... perhaps she spent too much time underneath the sun god yesterday..."

I blushed and remembered back to the fun we had yesterday. I did feel a little sore but I had really enjoyed it. I rolled over and gave a wag of my tails, shaking my head. "No, just not used to four legs still. I'm fine, I'm fine. What are we going to work on today?" We had spent a lot of time yesterday running around - chasing each other, really - and I felt a lot more comfortable with my body as a result, and was looking forward to something similar today.

"Today..." Apollo turned around with a flourish of his tail. "We set things on fire!" The Espeon darted through the open door and down the hallway.

I blinked... then grinned and chased after him.

Apollo led me outside into the fenced in backyard, where at some point he had set up a row of twelve scented candles. I sat down in front of them and tilted my head to try and read one of the labels. "'After the rain'... what... how did you even get candles?"

"Ah, my fiery flower, life should have some mystery in it, should it not?" I gave him a mock pout and he caved a little. "Okay, okay... if you can light all of the candles, I'll tell you how I got them."

"Deal!" I wagged my tails in excitement and stepped back from the candle. I was a Vulpix, a fire type, and I had seen them in battle countless times as a Pokemon Trainer. They could shoot a jet of flame from their mouth to cross several feet and inflict nasty burns on opponents, and that was what I decided to try for. I imagined shooting flame to the candle, then holding the stream and moving it across the entire row. I took a deep breath, feeling sudden warmth well up inside of me, and prepared to exhale fire...

...but nothing happened. I breathed out, but all that came out was a tiny puff of smoke.

This was going to be a long day.

Apollo worked with me all day, and stayed cheerfully optimistic as the sun slowly worked its way across the sky. He gave me tips - sit up and take deep breaths to strengthen my lungs; hold my back straight on the exhale; stay focused and concentrate on creating the fire. The suggestions helped some- instead of just a tiny puff of smoke, his tips allowed me to cough out three or four puffs of smoke.

I finally managed to create a flame as the sun began to set. A tiny spark appeared in the air before my mouth as I exhaled, and the air from my mouth kindled the spark into an equally tiny flame. The flame fell to the ground, dying out when it hit the hard dirt below me, but I danced in excitement anyways. I had done it! I had made fire.

Apollo was happy for me too. "See! I knew you would do it! Excellent work!"

I wagged my tails, overjoyed, and walked up to the first candle. I took another deep breath and exhaled... and danced in place as another tiny ember appeared and landed on the wick of the candle. The candle sputtered and flickered before it finally caught with a steady flame. A soothing scent began to fill the air, and I sat down beside the candle with a proud wag of my tails.

Apollo walked up to me and the candle levitated into the air. "Very good! That's enough work for today; now you deserve some dinner." The Espeon and the lit candle went inside, and I realized I was starving as I followed after him. Apollo sat the candle on the middle of the table and went to the kitchen to prepare food. He was the only one who could make use of the kitchen, at least until I developed psychic powers of my own, which was something he had assured me I would be able to do with time and practice. That was the whole point of the practice I was doing- to develop my special abilities to the point where I could create illusions and fool people who wanted to speak with Leo. It was a rare ability, but one that Vulpix were known to be able to pull off, and it was my goal to master the ability as quickly as possible.

But as I thought of that goal I suddenly realized I had a long, long, long way to go. Even after a full day of practice I could barely pull off an Ember, much less a Flamethrower, abilities that were natural for my type, and I wanted to master an ability only the strongest of my new kind could master? And become good enough at it to fool people into thinking a human still lived here?

The fire I had made a few moments before suddenly seemed like much less of an accomplishment. I knew it was only a matter of time before somebody came looking for Leo, and I had to be ready with psychic powers of my own when that happened.

While I brooded Apollo cooked six hot dogs - three for me and three for him - and we sat on the table and ate them in the candlelight. I had never allowed Apollo onto the table before, but there seemed little point to it now - I didn't want to eat off the floor, and I wasn't going to struggle with sitting in a chair and leaning up to the table, so we just sat next to each other on the table. Apollo tried to make conversation but I wasn't really into it, and he finally lamented that his 'fragile little flower had worked her petals off'. It was mostly true - I felt very tired for some reason, even though I hadn't done much running around, and I half-heartedly nibbled my way through the hot dogs.

Apollo finally relented and just watched me consume the cooked spears of meat... and it wasn't lost on me that he seemed to enjoy watching me get my mouth around them. We had 'played' around a few times since the first day, but so far I hadn't used my mouth on him again. I made a mental note that maybe I should do that for him again soon, and then squirmed a little at the warm feeling the idea gave me.

I finally finished eating my food, and Apollo took the plates to clean up. I slipped away when he left, headed to the bedroom... but paused beside a closet to the side of the hallway. I remembered what I kept in there and had the sudden realization that there might be something that could help me develop my psychic powers even faster, something Apollo didn't know about. It took some doing, but I managed to get the closet open by myself, and stood before the neatly organized cases that held my collection of TMs.

I had collected a good chunk of them- machines that could teach a Pokemon a special move, one they may not otherwise be able to learn without a lot more practice, if even at all. I looked through them, trying to remember what moves a Vulpix could learn... and stopped when I got to one in particular. "Dream Eater..." I whispered to myself, and then glanced back towards the kitchen. Apollo was still busy, and would be for several more minutes, so I began to set up the machine.

It didn't take long, and it was simple enough that I could use it even with my Vulpix body. In a flash - literally, a bright flash of light - I had used the machine, just like I had used it dozens of times as a trainer teaching pokemon.

But it hadn't been nearly as exhausting when I was using it on somebody else.

I hobbled the rest of the way to the bedroom, utterly exhausted. My head felt like it was going to explode. The room felt wrong, as if I had double vision and the second image wasn't the same as the first, and I wobbled unsteadily... but I finally made it to the bed. I tried to jump up onto it, but I misjudged the leap and ended up in a heap on the floor.

The nice, plushly carpeted floor.

I thought about trying to get back on the bed again, but the floor was just too comfortable and I was so tired, and my head felt so fuzzy... I was vaguely aware of Apollo saying I was a naughty vixen heading straight for the bedroom after dinner, followed by a more apologetic comment about how he had pushed his precious flower too hard and she was too worn out to even make it into the bed. I felt a floating sensation, then warmth wrapped all around me... and then I drifted peacefully off into sleep.

The next day I woke once again surrounded by warmth, lying on the comfortable bed. A steady rhythm reached my ears and a pleasant male aroma filled my nostrils; I decided not to open my eyes, instead just enjoying the feelings. Apollo must have lifted me onto the bed, and he was curled around me, fast asleep. I felt safe and comfortable and I made a soft murr of pleasure. I stayed that way for several minutes, unwilling to move and just enjoying the feel of my sleeping Espeon snuggled around me... until finally I remembered the move I had learned the night before. This would be the perfect time to test out the ability - I wouldn't try to hurt him, and even if I tried Apollo was so much stronger than I was that I doubted it would even scratch him.

I thought about the move, and the sleeping Espeon next to me... and suddenly I had a dim awareness of the Espeon's dreams. He was somewhere being massaged. I had the vaguest sense of a spa I had once taken him to long ago as an Eevee. I knew he had enjoyed it, but I felt proud to learn he had enjoyed it so much that he was dreaming of it so many years later. I focused harder, this time thinking of tweaking his dream to something more... exciting.

I giggled softly as I felt the Espeon's dreams turn erotic. I wasn't quite sure what he was dreaming of now - I think I might have been involved, maybe - but whatever it was it was definitely making him excited. I felt his breathing pick up, still a sleeping pace but not as slow as before. His body grew a little warmer against mine and I tried to shift so I touched more of him, hoping to encourage the dream with my body. His smell began to grow stronger, headier... and I felt something poke into my back. I felt very pleased with myself...

... until he rolled over onto his back, leaving me without anyone wrapped warmly around me. I lifted my head to look at him, pouting, but then paused at what I saw.

I had never really paid close attention to Apollo's... equipment... before. As a human male it hadn't really interested me, and as a vixen I had... well... been too busy putting it to use to really just look at it. I had a good idea of its size and shape, but not so much what it looked like. Lying on his back, legs held apart in the air, I could clearly see his arousal emerging proudly from its sheath. It was a bright red against his purple fur, and the tapered tip seemed to gleam. Looking at it, it just seemed so big- I couldn't imagine how it had managed to all fit inside me, couldn't understand how my body could stretch wide enough to allow something that thick inside me. I took in the sight of his balls nestled beneath the shaft, remembering dimly the feel of them slapping against me in time with his thrusts...

I felt the by-now familiar warmth building inside me just from the sight, and I stretched out alongside the Espeon. I curled my tails around, supporting his head with the fluffy pillows, and rested my head against his chest, staring at his cock. The pace of his breathing had increased again, and I waited until he had just finished breathing out before stretching forward and licking his exposed tip. The taste was like I remembered- salty, with his musk mixed in, and while it wasn't the greatest taste in the world it wasn't exactly unpleasant either. I heard him moan in his sleep and felt a dirty pleasure for causing it as I set to work pleasuring him. I licked all along his shaft, curling my tongue around it, scooting forward and leaning against him to get better angles when I needed, making sure to touch every piece of it with my flexible muscle. I reached the base, but instead of reversing and traveling back up him, I continued downwards. As a human male nobody had ever done this to me, but I knew how sensitive the testicles could be and I had often imagined them getting attention, and I wanted to give Apollo the pleasure. I licked first one, then the other, but when I tried to take one of his balls into my mouth to suck on I found I just couldn't make the angles work- my muzzle was just too large, and with Apollo laying on his back I just couldn't get to them the way I needed. Maybe if he was standing over me, perhaps even pushing me into it with his forepaws... I felt a thrill at the thought but set it aside for now and concentrated instead on pleasuring him. I felt a little disappointed that I couldn't give him the treatment I wanted, and gave each of his orbs a parting lick by way of apology, before returning up along his cock. He was still asleep and letting out the occasional pleasured sigh, so I continued my work, coating him with a layer of my saliva. When I had reached the tip again, I opened my mouth and engulfed him, swallowing as much of his length as I could before it poked the back of my throat, and my ears perked happily as I heard him let out a surprised gasp of pleasure. I swallowed, hoping he would feel it, and then gave a lusty moan, feeling my tongue vibrate against the underside of his shaft with the sound. I held his cock in my mouth for a long moment before I finally pulled off of it.

I rested my head on Apollo's chest again, this time turned so I could look up at his face, and my eyes shone with my barely contained lust. "Apollo..." I whispered in what I hoped was a sexy tone. "Apollo..."

The Espeon stirred, but I kept him from rolling back over with pressure from my tails and my head. "It's time to wake up, Apollo..." His eyes blinked open, his expression bleary.

"Lily?... You're awake early... err... what time is it?"

"I don't know..." I tried to keep my voice sultry, enjoying being coy. "You were making noises... were you having a dream?"

It took all my self-control not to laugh as the Espeon blushed furiously enough to show through the fur on his face at my question. "I... uh... I don't remember."

I moved upwards, the Espeon's head falling backwards as my tails slid slowly out from under him, and I crawled onto his chest. I made sure to rub against his saliva-slickened cock as I did, and looked at him in mock sadness. "You don't remember it? At all? It sounded like a really good dream..." I pressed down against his chest and rubbed my head against him. His left forepaw lowered to rest on my head, right between my ears, and I lowered them in what I had learned was a seductive manner- or at least one that he really liked to see.

His cock jumped beneath me, and I had the feeling it worked.

"Um... well, I think you were in it..."

I started moving against him, sliding forward and then back, using my whole body to rub against his cock. The Espeon was obviously off guard, too distracted and horny to come up with cute adjectives to describe me with. "You think?..." I pressed down a little harder, gently squeezing his cock between me and him.

"I'm sure you were in it..."

"Oh?... What was I doing?..." I slid forward again, until his cock was underneath my tails, then paused to look into Apollo's eyes expectantly.

"You... um... were doing that thing... with your mouth, on my... aahhhh..." He trailed off into a pleasured groan as I adjusted the angle of my hips and slid downwards. My aim was perfect, my tails helping guide me, and I slid his cock deep into my pussy with one slow motion. My walls were slick with my own arousal, and his cock easily spread me in delicious pleasure as it slipped into me.

The angle wasn't right, and I couldn't take all of him, but I had most of him inside me when I couldn't slide any further backwards. I paused, staring into Apollo's eyes as he calmed down enough to catch his breath... and then I rose to a sitting position, resting my front paws on the Espeon's chest. With the new angle I slid even farther down his cock, finally reaching the base, and I gave a gasp of my own, not having expected that. I adjusted my back legs, sliding them down his sides to reach the bed, which gave me enough leverage to move instead of just straddling him. I pushed upwards, my walls narrowing as his cock slid out from them... then lowered myself, savoring the feel of his warm length slowly spearing back into and spreading me again.

I watched his face as I mounted him, staring into his eyes, taking pride in the growing pleasure I saw in them. The pleasure I was giving him. I tried to create a steady rhythm with my bobs, but the bed wasn't the firmest surface to push against and my body was not really designed for this, and it took a lot of effort. It definitely didn't feel as good as when Apollo pinned me down and took me, not having the raw, overwhelming, carnal force of that experience... but it still felt amazing, and Apollo seemed to be really enjoying it, and my being able to look into his eyes more than made up for it.

I kept the motion up for as long as I could, my legs quickly growing weak. And then I kept going anyways, pushing myself to go even faster as I watched the lust and pleasure build in Apollo's eyes, the momentum carrying me through the rhythm. The Espeon tried to help, thrusting upwards as much as he could, giving me unexpected but much welcome stimulation, but he had to work against bad angles. He was obviously enjoying himself though - his groans and pants were a satisfying sound to my ears. I had started panting myself, partly from pleasure, partly from the exertion. I felt his knot form under me but I made sure to keep it just outside my entrance, not sure I could keep up my movements if he tied me. It didn't take long after that - his eyes were clouded with pleasure, his pants short and quick; after just another ten or fifteen bobs on his cock his body tensed underneath me. I pushed down as much as I could and took all but his knot into me, then moaned when I felt the pulsing cock shoot his cum into me.

I lifted my ears happily at the sight of Apollo, his face an expression of pure bliss. I slid my front legs forward along his chest until I was lying on top of him, and I gave a contented sigh, feeling his cock continue to pulse as it unloaded the Espeon's warm seed onto my walls. Without his knot to hold it in me, and mixed with my own wetness, some of it spilled out of me to pool on his chest. I ignored it, instead concentrating on the feel of Apollo's chest beneath me, listening to the sound of his breathing and his beating heart. His paws rested on my back, and we snuggled like that, waiting until his orgasm finished.

When it did, he leaned up to lick my nose. "That was quite a way to wake me up, Lily."

I giggled, the lick tickling me. "I had to make up for last night... and you kept telling me I had to practice my 'talents'..."

"I'd say you've got that mastered..." His paws gripped me, pulling me tighter against his chest. "...but you're always welcome to practice whenever you want."

I giggled again, snuggling into his chest. Apollo was definitely, definitely going to have some very good dreams from now on...