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Toko walked on the bright sands of the shore, climbing over boulders, driftwood, and soaked plant matter drying in the sun, all battered ashore in the storm the night before. Heavy winds and torrential rainfalls had plagued the coast throughout the weekend. Residents had been locked at home, forced to barricade their doors and windows in the hope that their houses would withstand the assault. However, despite all measures taken, most parts of the shoreline had been thoroughly wrecked and ravaged by the wind and the waves. Especially the cities had been hit hard. Buildings were demolished, roads and bridges inundated, and basic features such as electricity and telecommunication gone in most settlements along the shore.

Fortunately, Toko’s village had gotten off lightly because it was shielded by a dense mangrove forest that had absorbed the worst of the storm. By now, the terrible nightmare weather was gone, and the sky looked as if nothing ever had happened. The dark, menacing storm clouds had vanished, the wind had waned into a light breeze, and the sky shone in a clear, intense blue. It was also pretty warm again, the tropical heat had returned. The young man wore a breezy outfit, a loose, unbuttoned shirt, swimming trunks, sandals, and a straw hat on his curly black hair, his bronzed skin glistening with sweat. Today was the day of recovery and damage assessment. He had been sent to check the beach for any casualties of the storm. Luckily, he didn’t find anything noteworthy on his patrol. No stricken ships or boats, no remains of destroyed huts, and thankfully no corpses of any kind. He wandered up and down his assigned portion of the beach to make absolutely sure that he hadn’t missed anything. Once there was nothing left to check, he turned to give the all-clear for his area. Just at that moment, he spotted something entangled in the rift between a few rocks: A bluish shimmer, hard to make out against the blue sky and blue ocean.

Upon closer inspection, he discovered a lifeless body trapped between the boulders just where the sea met the coast. It was a vaporeon that hadn't managed to stay clear of the shore during yesterday’s ordeal. The stormy waves must’ve confused the poor creature and led it astray, away from the open sea and into the much more hazardous shallow bay. Now, its heavy body was lying there lifeless and contorted, limp legs and tail bent at absolutely ridiculous angles, its ruffle powerlessly draped over its cheeks, all while the waves washed over it, again and again, pulling and tugging at the corpse in cruel apathy. Toko quickly cleared the plant matter from the battered body. Then he removed all of the smaller stones that kept the pokémon locked in place so he could finally grab it properly and remove it without too much trouble. He reached around its front legs and gave it a strong pull, slowly hefting it out of the rift and dragging it over the boulder until it was completely free.

The young man knelt down and put a hand on the vaporeon’s neck, attempting to feel its temperature and pulse. It was cold to the touch, still wet with the salty seawater, but he believed to sense a heartbeat, unbelievably slow and weak, yet existing. The pokémon was barely alive and in a terrible condition. Pulling open its muzzle, he noticed some water sloshing out. He frowned as he unraveled the signs of a cruel fate. Technically, vaporeons could breathe on land and underwater, but by different means. On land, they depended on their lungs to supply themselves with oxygen, and underwater they absorbed it via their skin. However, this specimen couldn’t do either properly. Its lungs were flooded and rendered useless, and it had only been partially submerged in water when he had found it, giving it enough oxygen to keep it alive but too little to keep it conscious.

Now that the creature was out of the live-giving wet, Toko had to act quickly. He pulled the pokémon's head over further and applied forceful pressure on its chest. Gusts of water gushed from its muzzle and splattered onto the warm rock, and he didn’t stop until he had emptied every last drop of water from the poor vaporeon’s lungs. Only once the stream diminished to a trickle, he started to reanimate it, and it was just about time. While he had been dealing with the water, the creature’s pulse had vanished, and it was about to die. Toko hastily crossed his hands on its chest, directly above its heart, and started pushing down with a quick, steady rhythm.

Then, without thinking much about it, Toko bent over and went down to its muzzle. With one hand on the vaporeon’s jaw and the other one on its snout, he pulled it open and pressed his lips on its muzzle. He gave it the kiss of life and filled its previously waterlogged and now entirely empty lungs with fresh air. After about three deep breaths, he continued pushing down on its chest again, following the standard first aid procedure. Besides, he needed a moment to process the unsavory salty, fishy taste that lingered on the pokémon’s muzzle. Any longer, and he probably would’ve thrown up.

Other than that, Toko didn't think very much during the procedure. Thanks to his job as a lifeguard, he had performed this exact process several times before. Three times he had successfully revived the careless swimmers. On two other occasions, however, all help had come too late. It didn't even matter that he was dealing with a pokémon. He just kept doing it. As long as he gave everything, it would work, right? He continued his efforts for five minutes straight, replenishing the air in its lungs and forcing its heart to beat again. Only once his arms began to hurt from the cardiac massage, his powers fading, he decided that it was now or never. He placed his palm on the vaporeon’s chest and sensed its pulse. A shiver of relief welled up inside him when he noticed the soft movement. Its pulse was weak and sluggish, but at least its heart was beating again. It was alive.

Toko’s arms hurt, he was drenched in sweat, and there was an obnoxious, fishy taste on his lips, his tongue, and everywhere else, but he was also deeply happy that he had saved the pitiable creature. Putting his ear right next to its muzzle, he picked up its shaky, wheezing breath. This one wasn't dead; this one had survived. This time, he had won over death. Of course, he also saw it as his responsibility to take care of it. Just leaving it behind here made it a prime target for any hungry or malicious predator, and in that case, he could've simply saved himself the trouble of reviving it to begin with. Toko shoved his arms under the vaporeon’s body and slowly heaved the quadruped up, draping it around his neck in a fireman's carry. The pokémon was really heavy, but once he had balanced its weight on his shoulders, he felt ready to carry on. He grabbed one of its front legs and one of its hind legs, steadying it further for transport, while his long, thick tail still hung down, limply dangling in the air. With a grunt, the man stood up and very cautiously climbed down from the boulders, slowly making his way back to the village.

More than just a handful of people saw him carry the pokémon on his way back home. Most of them greeted him without even mentioning the critter on his shoulders, and only a few asked him why he was carrying an unconscious vaporeon. Toko gave each of them a brief rundown of his encounter, audibly proud of himself, and they lauded him for his efforts. But only one, the owner of the village convenience store, went beyond simple praise and offered him his support. He was willing to help him take care of the pokémon and would cover half of the necessary food purchases, an offer the young man obviously didn’t refuse.

When Toko arrived at home, he had one more challenge to master: getting inside without too much effort. He fumbled in his pockets, awkwardly retrieving his keys with one hand while trying to balance the body on his shoulders. After he unlocked the front door, he gave it a gentle kick and stepped inside the dim hallway. It was dead silent. Nobody was home as he lived alone. He carried the pokémon over to his little living room and slowly and tenderly set it down on the wooden parquet. Quickly dropping next to it, he checked its pulse to assess with a glad sigh that its heart was still beating. The worst was over, now he just had to take care of the vaporeon until it recovered from its ordeals. Then he left to fetch a blanket and some soft cushions so it didn't have to rest on the hard floor.

Toko spent the next few days doing a lot of research on how to deal with a weakened, unconscious pokémon. Fortunately, the government had given everyone a week of mandatory leave to deal with the aftermath of the storm, so he had more than enough time to nurse the vaporeon back to health.

Every few hours, the young man mixed up a fresh batch of fruit, fish, and seed, ground them up with plenty of water in a blender, and poured everything into a big plastic syringe. Then he took it to the vaporeon and administered the food. Carefully, he held its muzzle and opened it a little, just enough to slide in the tip of the syringe. Even more carefully, he pressed down on the plunger and let the mixture dribble into its mouth. Toko paused every few seconds to wait for its swallowing reflex, then he added a little more. Feeding it like this took time, but he didn’t have much else to do anyway. He also had to turn the creature’s body every once in a while and give it gentle massages to make sure it didn't get any pressure sores.

Finally, he also had to help it get rid of the excess liquid accumulating inside its system. The process was more involved than anticipated. Toko had to give the unconscious vaporeon a special massage, rubbing the blue folds just where its genital slit rested. It felt quite indecent to just push a finger into that part, and he refused to think too hard about what he was doing there, but it was all part of the procedure, so he had to do it. Eventually, the pokémon’s urethral sphincter relaxed and released the contents of its bladder with a subtle hissing. With a bowl, he caught all of the urine and dried the sullied parts with a towel. It wasn’t the most pleasant work, the pungent scent of piss irretrievably filling the air, but he eventually got used to it. All the while, he just hoped that it would be alright and that its brain was still functional. There was a non-zero chance that it would never wake up again, and even then, its temporary death might have caused some grave, irrecoverable damage.

The rest of the time, he just sat there next to the vaporeon and worked on his laptop. From the very first moment at the beach, he had been fascinated by its soft, blue skin. He had imagined it to be a lot more rubbery and coarse, but it felt supple and delicate. There was no hair and no bumps; it was perfectly smooth. So he spent a lot of time idly stroking its skin and wallowing in the soothing feeling. The skin wasn't even cold and dead anymore; it finally felt warm and alive. He was at least doing something right, the young man thought.

Three days after rescuing the pokémon, the time had finally come. It was late in the evening when it happened. The sun had already set, and Toko was sitting next to the vaporeon, gently stroking the unconscious body while doing a little more research. Suddenly, he felt movement under his hand. Startled, he pulled his hand away and looked at the creature. Its breathing sounded heavier and fuller than ever, some of its muscles were tensing underneath the smooth skin, and its eyelids fluttered. He held his breath in spellbound excitement and waited.

The vaporeon opened its eyes for the first time in days. Its pupils wide and dilated in the dim light of the dusk, its irises sparkling in a dark blue. Its very first look was directed at its rescuer. It just stared at Toko in utter silence for several minutes, muzzle slightly ajar in confusion, and the man cautiously returned the gaze. The pokémon was clearly struggling with itself, trying to piece together what happened, where it was, and who this human was. After a small eternity, its brain went back into its working mode, and the pieces finally fell into place. The moment of realization was almost audible. From one second to the next, its face lit up, and it began to smile, showing infinite gratitude for the rescue.

It tried to roll over, but its muscles were all stiff, and its limbs refused to function properly. Very slowly and clumsily, it heaved itself back on its feet. "Hey, careful there, buddy. You've been away for quite some time. Don't overdo it," Toko whispered. He didn't know if it understood him and doubted it. Judging by its hesitant fascination, he was pretty sure he was the first human it had ever interacted with.

Sluggishly, the vaporeon set one paw in front of the other and approached him, pushing and rubbing its body against his legs. It went even further and climbed right into his lap, snuggling against him. "Hey there, careful, buddy!" Toko gasped in surprise. The vaporeon was still as heavy as ever, and it felt quite uncomfortable to have its entire mass concentrated on his lap. He tried to push it off with gentle force, but it refused. "Please, you're too heavy for me. Get down. I'm also tired and want to go to bed. Could you please get off me?" he groaned. It didn't understand his words, eyeing him in confusion, but it eventually picked up on the pleading tone in his voice. With an apologetic whimper, it got up and climbed out of his lap.

Toko nodded at it, stood up, and stretched himself with a yawn. Mission accomplished, the pokémon was awake again. Time to set it free. He went to the front door, closely followed by the curious creature, and opened it wide. "Alright, we're done here. Come, you can leave now," he encouraged the vaporeon. However, it only sat down on its hind legs and looked at him questioningly. "Don't you want to go back where you came from?" Toko asked, then he finally understood. "Oh, you're not feeling all that well yet, right? Maybe it's a little too early to let you go." He closed the door again and gave it a little pat on the head before bringing it back to his living room. ”Well, just go back into the living room and make yourself comfortable. As long as you don’t destroy anything, you can stay.” Then he left to get ready to sleep in the hope that the wild pokémon would behave. Now that it was awake, he could no longer be sure of that.

From that point on, everything was routine, even if he was grinning the whole time, gleeful that the vaporeon had awakened from its consciousnesses. Toko went to the bathroom, brushed his teeth, put on his pajamas, and got ready for bed. Only when he left the bathroom, he noticed that the pokémon had followed him into his bedroom. It sat on the floor and looked at him expectantly. "Huh? How did you get in here? Damn, you must've sneaked in before I closed the door. Now, please, would you get out again? I have to sleep." He opened the door and tried to push the vaporeon out. He didn't want to have a wild pokémon inside his bedroom, even less while he was asleep. However, the vaporeon stubbornly refused to move, and finally, instead of following his order, it rolled over and bared its belly to show him that it wasn't meaning any harm. It clearly wanted to stay, no matter what.

"Well, then don't," Toko murmured, too tired to keep trying. "But don't make me regret this."

Slightly disgruntled, Toko lay down in his bed and pulled the blanket over his chest. Not even a minute later, there was a heavy thump next to him, and he didn't even need to look to know what had happened. Turning his head, he looked directly at the pokémon. "Oh, come on, really?" he whispered. The vaporeon didn't stop just there, though. It lifted the blanket with one paw, quickly crawled underneath, and snuggled up to him. He felt it squirm and roll around, making itself comfortable until its face peeked out right next to him. It smiled and looked blissfully happy. Toko was still a little worried for his safety, but it seemed too playful and grateful to pose a threat, so he finally gave in and sighed, "You really want this, don’t you?"

The vaporeon replied with a gentle, playful lick across his face.

"Just... let me sleep, will you?"

Fortunately, it didn't bother Toko once he closed his eyes and just lay calmly next to him. With his eyes shut, he could perceive all the other senses much more intensely. He heard the pokémon breathing in and out, felt its head resting on his shoulder, its tail wrapped around his thigh, and the warmth radiating from its body. The experience was blissfully fulfilling. For the first time in ages, he didn’t fall asleep alone.

The next morning, Toko woke up with a confused groan. There was something warm and heavy next to him? He hurriedly turned around and discovered a vaporeon? Moments later, he calmed down from his early morning shock as he recalled the events of the previous day. However, his sudden reaction had startled the poor pokémon. It jumped up with a squeak and eyed him warily. "Sorry, little buddy. I didn't mean to scare you," he apologized. "Good morning, though." The vaporeon returned the greeting with a happy purr and started to lick over his face. "Ah, not again," Toko complained with a chuckle.

After a stretch and a big yawn, the young man got up and absently thought about the day ahead. The pokémon did something behind him, shuffling around on the mattress. When he looked around, it had rolled over on its back and spread its legs apart, but he didn’t really pay it much further thought. So he just stood up and went to the door, only pausing when an insistent whimper interrupted his thoughts. "Huh? What is wrong?" Toko stared at the pokémon still lying there. It had a strange expression on its face and incessantly patted its underbelly with its front paw, again and again. "What is it? Is something wrong with your belly?" He returned to the bed and sat down on the corner. The vaporeon rolled over with impressive grace, its body finally working as intended again. It approached him, insistently place its paw on his crotch, and tapped him gingerly. Then it flopped over again and patted its own groin, this time with both front paws. It pulled open its genital slit, exposing glistening pink skin where normally only an inconspicuous, smooth crease was visible. Its gaze was longing, brimming with desire. Finally, Toko realized what it was trying to tell him. "What? No, just no. I cannot do that!" he refused emphatically. "I'm not going to do anything like that with you."

The vaporeon didn’t comprehend his words but clearly noticed his reluctance. It began to whimper pitifully, patting and spreading, crawling to him and trying to get close to his groin. Always staring at him, its eyes big and pleading, its voice begging and needy. "Look, I..." It now hit its slit hard enough that the impact of its paws made wet smacking noises.

Toko knew that it was already too late. He had been pondering about this for too long, hadn’t he toyed with its slit before? Sure, that had been a necessity and not for fun, but it still made the idea of playing with it appear less outlandish. The vaporeon looked so desperate, and deep inside, he was curious about how it felt inside. No, that was a terrible thought, he reprimanded himself. He shouldn’t give in. When he looked back at the pokémon, he saw that it was pouting. Its face was a mixture of lust, desperation, disappointment, and annoyance. It still hadn’t given up, stroking his crotch with its paws and rubbing its body and long tail against his butt. The physical stimulation made his dick swell and stirred his rising until it eventually broke through his hesitation. "Hey, you know what? If you need it so bad, have it your way then."

With a yielding groan, Toko finally gave it what it craved. He pulled off his pants and revealed his penis, erect from the non-stop teasing. The pokémon cheered and cried with joy, jumping up and rolling around wildly until it came to a stop on its back. It pulled its front legs to its chest and spread its hind legs even further apart. The blue skin around its slit was getting distinctly purple and began to swell, oozing copious amounts of juices as it became aroused.

Toko got down on all fours and crawled over the vaporeon, embracing it with one hand while guiding his cock with the other one. Kneeling between its legs and straddling its girthy tail, he tenderly pressed his shaft against its slit. It squeaked in blissful joy and rubbed its crotch against his dick, eager to mate.

A very soft push was all that was needed to slide into the lubricated hole. It was warm, really wet, and pretty tight once Toko’s tip went deeper. The vaporeon rejoiced and whooped while he pushed further. There wasn’t much space inside the slit and he didn’t want to overdo it, lest he accidentally hurt his partner. He put his hands on the pokémon’s soft underbelly. Its skin felt amazing, but its warm, snug insides felt even better. He could fit his tip and a little of his shaft in there, then he hit something hard and throbbing, and fleetingly wondered what it was before just moving on. The vaporeon sounded happy and ecstatic, so he was doing it right, wasn’t he? Ever so gently, he ground against its slit, simply pushing and rubbing his cock over the sensitive flesh. The creature’s tongue hung free as it regarded him with a delighted and euphoric expression. A low, whimpering moan escaped its throat whenever he pushed against its sensitive parts. Honestly, Toko didn't need much more stimulation either. The gripping tightness, amazing wetness, and cozy warmth were pleasuring enough, and he just kept up a steady thrusting. He also didn't want to harm it by being too rough with it. The vaporeon was on the larger end, weighing almost as much as he did, but its anatomy wasn't necessarily compatible with his.

Somehow, the slit was getting tighter and hotter. Toko looked down and gasped when he made a stunning discovery. He was greeted by a smooth, wet, and tapered pink cock that languidly slipped out of the vaporeon’s slit. "What? Oh, you're a male!" Toko assessed, stunned by the revelation. It was actually the first time he had thought about the pokémon’s gender. Until now, this information just hadn’t been important in any way. He pulled back out as the slit got too tight for penetration and stared at the male. With his dick still growing and elongating, already being much larger than Toko’s erection, the vaporeon noticed that his partner had stopped and gave him a worried look. "Sorry, somehow, I didn't expect that. I just... I honestly didn’t really think about it at all." His confusion made the male giggle. The pokémon was visibly delighted by his savior’s confusion. However, he was still eager to continue. After all, the fun had only just begun. He lifted his rump a little higher and offered Toko a different hole to use.

"So you want me to keep going? You want me to put it in here?" Toko asked cautiously, poking the vaporeon’s tail next to his anus. The creature nodded eagerly, urging him to continue with a series of desperate whines. The young man wasn't sure how to proceed, so he decided to simply do it very slowly and carefully. He could always give his overeager partner more later.

The vaporeon’s pucker squished and slurped as Toko pushed his tip in. Somehow, the inconspicuous hole was even wetter, warmer, and tighter than his slit. Invigorated by the snug sensation, he pushed on, and despite the overall tightness, his advance was met with almost no resistance until the very end. The pokémon's elastic insides yielded smoothly but also clenched tightly around his cock. The young man grinned. Judging by the vaporeon’s exalted cries of pleasure, he enjoyed himself even more than before.

Gently rocking his hips back and forth, Toko fucked his eager, lust-drunk partner with deep but shallow strokes. The unique properties of the vaporeon’s body made every thrust as intense and pleasant as the first, and every single one sent tingles down his spine. That wet, tight ass felt heavenly and even elicited a lusty moan from the young man. When he eventually stepped up his pace, his quadruped partner’s moans only grew louder and hotter. His tapered shaft had finally reached its full extent and was gigantic for his size, a pink cone about as long as Toko’s entire forearm. Glistening wet, throbbing softly, and drooling a constant supply of pre, it stood there all ready and exposed.

Toko reached out and closed his hand around it. It was as slippery as it looked, pleasantly warm, and throbbed to the pace of his partner’s accelerating heartbeat. With spellbound fascination, he began to jerk the smooth taper, sliding his hand up and down the entire length. The horny vaporeon welcomed the unexpected handjob with an adorable squee, encouraging his partner with a happy nod. The young man had never done this to anyone but himself, and he didn't know whether he was doing a good job, but the pokémon didn't mind, just moaning and cooing with growing arousal. And with every squeeze and push, a little more pre squirted out of the tip, adding to the growing mess. That pokémon really produced a lot of lubrication, didn’t it?

The young man was quickly overcome by his own lust, his moans becoming wetter and lustier as he pounded the willing vaporeon. The wet, little hole eagerly swallowed his dick, taking him effortlessly regardless of force or speed. Everything was so pleasantly warm, wet, and squelched with the tiniest bit of movement. His sack slapped against the vaporeon's thick tail, sending droplets of liquid flying everywhere. Never did the pokémon voice any discomfort or displeasure; only cries of lustful joy poured from his muzzle while he beamed with an expression of pure bliss. Toko was very glad that his house wasn’t close to any other house. That way, nobody would hear the excessive noise of their lovemaking. The vaporeon’s bright, glowing voice would definitely raise suspicion about what they were doing here.

From one moment to the next, Toko’s arousal flowed over, and he exploded into radiant pleasure. The sudden orgasm surprised him so much that he cried out with a confused yelp, and he clumsily flopped onto the vaporeon as his legs gave in. The yip turned into a happy sigh as he busted a nut into the pokémon. As he came, the vaporeon crossed his legs behind the human’s butt and pushed him down, making sure that he would stay buried deep inside his ass, spurting and twitching. Trapped by his partner’s legs, Toko shallowly humped him while he pumped a few big spurts of cum into his ass. The pokémon's insides pulled and tugged on his twitching dick, clamping down and sucking him dry until his orgasm dried up in a weak trickle.

The tapered tip of the vaporeon’s slick rosy member was now so very close to Toko’s face. Driven by lusty curiosity, he lowered his face a little further and wrapped his lips around the narrow tip, just licking and sucking a little on it. It tasted slightly salty and tangy, like the ocean he called home, but it was much more savory than expected, and he didn’t need any further encouragement to keep sucking. Just moments later, the vaporeon experienced his orgasm with a bawdy, guttural cry. His entire body tensed up, muscles bulging and twitching under his skin. The subsequent spectacle overshadowed the young man’s climax in every aspect imaginable. It was stronger, bigger, wetter, and lasted for much longer. Just the first few spurts alone filled Toko’s mouth to the brim with his thin, watery semen. He swallowed reflexively, but some of it just squirted out and ran down his cheeks. Mid-swallow, the massive taper had already expelled its next load, just pumping, twitching, and pulsing ceaselessly. Once he had entirely flooded his mouth, Toko couldn’t help himself and pulled away to breathe. However, the pokémon’s dick was still spurting and throbbing, quickly covering his entire face with warm, sticky goo. A couple more spurts were strong enough to reach his face, but then the pressure abated. First, the vaporeon squirted over his chest, and the rest just ran down his dick, forming a puddle on his crotch and inside his slit.

Still breathing heavily and reeling from their orgasms, Toko wiped the spunk out of his face and swallowed what was still left in his mouth. Luckily, the taste wasn't too bad, but he wouldn't go as far as calling it delicious either. He pulled out of the quivering, cooing vaporeon and slumped back into his bed. Everything was wet and sticky, covered with the pokémon’s semen. He definitely needed to change the sheets at some point today.

Now that his lust subsided and his brain was clearing, Toko inevitably began to think about what he had done. Doubt and guilt started to consume his mind. Hadn't he just brazenly taken advantage of a horny creature? He flinched when he heard a splat and the noise of liquid running. The vaporeon had gotten up and walked over to him. With delicate gentleness, he climbed onto his body and dropped right onto his chest. He put his front paws on his shoulders, his hindlegs on his thighs, and rested on his body, his face mere inches from his. The pokémon gave him a happy grin, his warm breath brushing over Toko’s skin. And then he moved even closer. His muzzle parted, and he pushed his lips on Toko’s. Only slowly, he realized that the vaporeon was giving him a real, genuine kiss. Yes, the quadruped male knew exactly what he was doing. No, Toko hadn’t taken advantage of him. As this realization dawned on him, the young man breathed with relief. He cautiously yielded to his partner’s advances and allowed him to push his tongue beyond his lips. He reluctantly wrapped his arms around the vaporeon and hugged him tightly.

They kept lying there, kissing and cuddling for some time. The kiss itself wasn't very skillful, both of them lacked experience with french kissing, but it was brimful with affection and love. During the kiss, their eyes met just for a fleeting second, and that look alone told Toko that he had found a friend. A friend who would stay at his side through thick and thin. The storm had destroyed and devastated large parts of the shoreline, but it had also forged a bond between the young human and the vaporeon that would last forever.