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Johnathan Wells, his back story, and the plot progression of this story are my original ideas.

Warning – this story depicts sexual acts of homosexual nature.

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Hello there, I am an aspiring artist new to sofurry.com! I am a 19 year old, bisexual, residing in Illinois.

For the most part I will be writing gay, adult- themed, Pokemon fan-fiction. If that's not your thing please move along. If however, you enjoy such stories please read, rate and enjoy.

This story is the first of many I plan to write in a new series

Here's a quick summery

trainer: John (Johnny) Wells, age 19, born into a rich family, he had everything. He however, didn't appreciate the uptight, self-entitled nature of the upper class. At age 16 he left home to become a self-made and truly happy individual. Taking with him only his eevee, (later to become umbreon) he put his fortunes behind him to face the harsh riggers of life.

He now lives a self-sustaining lifestyle amidst his loving pokemon. He however has little to no human companionship. He loves his pokemon as comrades, but lately new feelings have risen from deep within him...

The Ill Fortune of Johnny Wells

Chapter 1

of foxes and men

The early morning sun pierced through the trees as young Johnathan Wells walked along the forest floor. He stopped a moment and there he stood, a simple figure. Simple. Just as he wished his life to be. Too long had he watched the greed of the rich consume the heart and rot the mind. He was soon to leave this life, the life of his family, of his ancestors before him. Yes, he would leave the riches and fame for a simple, happy life, and soon...

Three years later John sat, gazing across the forest clearing. It was a small meadow thick with flowers and free of weeds. He could hear the trickling of water from a nearby stream, bringing life to this lush, green, paradise. It was in a place much like this that Johnathan's life had changed forever. The sight of this meadow reminded him of his choice. His choice to leave his home three years ago to live amidst natures beauty. Johnathan Wells didn't live alone however. With him were his trusted Pokemon; Eevee, Quilava and Larvitar. Together they foraged for food, together they ate. Together they retired at night, and together they rose in the morning to watch the sun rise over the distant horizon.

It was early in the evening as John sat in the grassy meadow. The sun had started its gradual decent, slipping slowly but surely below the horizon. He watched as his Pokemon played in the clean grass, running and tackling each other in a good-humored manner. “This is how life should be" he thought to himself. John had never liked the idea of poke balls. He believed Pokemon should run free and be one with nature. He believed that they would return home if they were loved, as they had returned to him, time and time again.

John enjoyed his leisure time, as he watched his companions play. The tent was set, the days work was done. A dinner of freshly caught fish now cooked over a campfire Quilava had set alight a few hours ago. Johnathan stood, walked a few steps and fed a log into the crackling fire. The flames blazed a bit brighter in response to this new-found fuel before settling back into a steady crackling rhythm once more. Satisfied, John returned to his previous spot and sat once again, taking into account the level of the setting sun.

He sat contently for a few minutes lost in thought, until a soft brush of fur at his finger tips caught his attention. He turned to look at Eevee as the brown fox-like Pokemon nuzzled gently against his hand.

“Hey Eevee," Johnathan said.

His companion gave out quiet mewing sound, before settling into the grass besides him.

John scratched softly behind Eevee's ears resulting in a loud purr from his vulpine friend.

“How are you?" he asked

Eevee purred louder in response, conveying his contentment.

“Don't you want to join the others?" John asked, gesturing in the direction of Larvitar and Quilava, who were huddled together roughly ten yards away.

They were discussing something or so it seemed, as they growled and mewed in an animalistic dialect John could not understand. Eevee shook it's head and climbed on to Johnathan's lap. This simple act brought back a heartwarming memory. Johnathan closed his eyes as memories of the past flooded his mind. Yes, these were the memories of that fateful night three years ago...

It was after dusk. Johnathan sat alone on the forest floor, tears staining his soft, silk, shirt. The night was pitch black and his heart, a shade darker, beat rapidly inside his chest. Just an hour prior, his father had disowned and humiliated him. He had been caught holding hands with a peasant boy. “There is no room for a poor man in the Wells family, and certainly no room for a gay one." his father said, in harsh, rage-filled tone. And so he ran, away from his family's estate, past the paved courtyard and into the deep, dark, woods beyond.

Johnathan sat bolt upright as he heard a rustling in the bushes nearby. He heard light footfalls crunching the early autumnal leaves that now littered the ground. John stood quickly, fear gripping his mind. Unable to see in the dark of night, He stilled his breathing, listening, waiting. The sounds of footsteps became louder, swiftly approaching where Johnathan now stood. John then turned and fled, his heart pounding, his breath rasping through his lungs with every step he ran. He was being chased. He could hear his pursuer close behind as he weaved through the trees, running for his life.

Out of the corner of his eye John saw a distant light. A warm, welcome, glow in the distance. He quickened his pace, running towards the luminescent safe-haven. “Almost there" he thought, his pursuer still audible behind him. He broke through the trees and into a clearing. Unable to run any longer he fell to his knees and passed out.

Moments later he was awoken by a soft brush of fur on face. Johnathan lifted his head to see an Eevee eclipsed by a soft light. He heard a humming and sat up to see a meadow filled with light. Hundreds of Illumise and Volbeat swarmed and danced lighting up the clearing with flickers of hope. John looked once again at the Eevee and chuckled. Around it's neck was a collar with the Wells family crest, this was his Eevee, his friend, coming to comfort him.

John sat cross legged in the grass, his Eevee on his lap. He hugged his pet, this embrace softening his heart. He looked around taking in the beauty around him, and he made himself a promise. He would not be like his father.

John opened his eyes, snapping back to reality. It was dark. The light blue sky had turned deep gray, as night had settled in. He turned his head towards the fire to see Quilava, and Larvitar asleep beside it. The food was off the flame and John saw two servings, still left inside the small metal pan. “How long have I been asleep" he thought. Johnathan quickly calculated the time, based on the orbit of the moon and the hue of the sky. “Too long" he replied aloud to himself “Too long".

Johnathan moved to get up, stopping suddenly as he noticed a weight on his legs. Eevee had fallen asleep on John's lap. He tried to move without waking his sleeping companion, but to no avail. Eevee then rolled over in it's sleep, revealing its soft, furry, stomach. John rubbed Eevee's belly resulting in a low affectionate purr. This however did not wake Eevee who remained asleep on Johnathan's lap. John continued petting Eevee's stomach until his hand touched something hard.

John flinched, pulling his hand away. Blushing and slightly embarrassed he looked at his sleeping companion. Eevee's member was erect. John couldn't help but stare at his companions length, feeling his own member stiffen as he did so. He shook his head, ashamed. John had always been gay, but Eevee was his friend, his companion. Johnathan couldn't think of his friend that way. It wasn't right he told himself. No matter what he thought however, he could not avert his gaze from that soft, smooth skin. Johnathan shook his head once more as he gently picked Eevee up and set him by the fire. Leaving Eevee with the other Pokemon John retired to his tent, not stopping to grab dinner on the way.

John lay on his side, deep in thought. In his mind he waged a moral battle of wrong and right. What would he do? What could he do? He pondered these things, as the minutes past. A soft “Mew" broke the silence. Eevee now stood outside the tent, entreating entrance.

“Come," John said

Eevee stepped inside the tent carrying a small piece of fish in its maw. It placed the morsel on the ground before pushing it forward with it's muzzle. Eevee then gave Johnathan a look, as if saying “Go ahead, take it." John accepted the kind offering, picking up the fish and chewing it thoughtfully. “Thank you" John said to Eevee who just stood there purring contently. After much contemplation John patted the ground beside him signaling for Eevee to approach. The small fox Pokemon stepped forward and laid at Johnathan's side. The closeness of his friend once again stirred emotions within Johnathan. He then made a decision. He would try. Try to love his friend on a higher, more intimate level. If Eevee resisted he would stop, but for now he would try.

John reached his hand over Eevee and began to stroke it's belly. He continued this for some time, going back and forth, each time working his hand lower on Eevee's body. Then he ever so gently stroked the fox's semi-erect member. Eevee purred loudly at this, pushing it's cock against it's trainers hand. John surprised by this positive reaction sat up and called out.

“Eevee?" The fox turned to look at it's master with a pleading eyes.

“Do you really want..." John began but was cut short by a vigorous nod and a begging “Me-yew" from his Vulpine companion.

“Are you sure?" Johnathan said. Again Eevee nodded it's head.

“Okay then. Lie back" John said.

Eevee obeyed, stretching out on it's back and moving its legs to allow easier access to it's package. Johnathan reached out once more and began stroking Eevee's cock. He gripped it lightly and began to slide his hand up and down, coaxing it to full erection. The smooth, firm, vulpine cock greatly aroused Johnathan, causing his own member to stiffen. Minutes passed as John stroked his companions penis working slowly but methodically to bring it to full mast. Eevee purred softly as it's member was caressed by it's loving trainer. John looked at his Eevee with loving eyes, all the while stroking it's now erect penis. Eevee's cock, fully erect was about six inches. A good size for such a small fox and very pleasing to its trainer.

Deciding to change things up, Johnathan bent down and flicked his tongue at the base of Eevee's shaft. A loud purr reverberated through Eevee's body encouraging John to continue, and so he did. John placed his tongue at the base once more and slid it upwards giving a soft, sensual, flick as he reached the tip. John could taste the fox's pre as he continued licking it's now slick shaft from base to tip. It tasted sweet and creamy and John wanted more. He licked up once more, this time taking the tip into his mouth. Eevee moaned in pleasure as it's trainer's head bobbed up and down it's vulpine cock, pleasuring it in ways unimaginable.

John now worked at a steady rhythm dipping his head down on his new lover's cock. He increased his speed gradually, bobbing faster, sucking harder, working to bring Eevee to it's climax. A few minutes of vigorous suckling later Eevee began to grunt and squeak in pleasure as it felt it's climax approaching. Johnathan, noticing his companion's reaction pushed lower, feeling the warm member touching the back of his throat. He plunged down again and again, taking Eevees entire member into his mouth and down his throat. He reached down to touch Eevee's balls and began to fondle them.

This tactile stimulation threw Eevee over the edge, bringing about it's orgasm. Eevee let loose a wild, instinctive, howl as Jonathan Wells slammed his head down, deep-throating, taking all that slick meaty length down his esophagus. Eevee shot several spurts of sweet sticky cum down into John's stomach. John took it all, moaning and gagging and loving every drop.

Gasping and out of breath Jonathan Wells came up for air. Tired from his sexual endeavors he collapsed onto his back. As he rested there, Eevee his fateful friend climbed atop his chest and licked his face playfully. Johnathan Wells hugged his new found lover, Eevee, as it fell asleep. As he closed his eyes Johnathan dreamed of a promising future, of a dawn with a bright new star on the horizon.

thanks to user Izak Markov for formatting advice and feedback.

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