Hey, guys, Chubs here. Not the sequel to "Avenging an Angel" as some of you may have hoped, but just somethign that I wanted to do. My take on the famous "Umbreon x Espeon" couple. Here it is. Songs: Burn by Papa Roach. DISCLAIMER: I don't own Pokemon. It belongs to it's owners. Who is not me.

Running.

Running through the dark forest at night. That's what Sharon had been doing for the last half hour. Her furred legs screamed for her to stop, rest, but she paid them no heed. She panted, and that was the only sound she heard, other than the yells of her persuers, laced with agitation, rage, and somethign else Sharon didn't want to recognize. She could feel the cool, soft earth beneath her padded paws. It was comforting, wanting her to lie down and sleep. But she couldn't.

Her life had always been murky and dark, filled with hurt, loss, betrayel, and lust. It was desolate, with her and her desolate soul, she was by herself all alone. She had always been running from something. Her past, her family, this occasion was from a sexual partner. See, that was really the only thing that she had had, just sex, no love. She had lost her family, her entire damn pack in a random, unprovoked attack. Her only evolution, her only virginity, and her trust for anything to her first mate, who had...well, that's another story, for another time. He wanted her to be an Umbreon, and lovestruck as she was, she did. They mated, everything looked up, then she found him. Doing something completely unforgivable. But let's get back to her the current situation, shall we?

The Umbreon ran through the dark forest of both her life and tangible surroundings. Just like her fur. Raven-colored, with rings of gold on her side, forehead, and tail. Sharon's an Umbreon. So she had good camoflauge against the dark forest, and her small, petite form allowed her to slip past obstacles easier than Houndoom could. She smiled, thinking she might just be able to get back to sleep after her oh-so rude awakening. Her latest partner, a Houndoom, had rudely awakened her, after she had left him. Why do males have to be so clingly? Oh, right, she was a Trophy mate. Sure, he had treated her ncely at first. Then they bedded, and his personality showed it's true colors.

Black.

He began to hurt her when they mated, biting her, being agressive. That wasn't a problem, she liked it rough as much as she did soft, if not more. But he forced her to stay inside, but she told herself that it was a dangerous area, and he was doing it for her own saftety. Then he tore her already limited trust. He began to have friends over, and showed her off. So, she left, and slept under a fallen tree, and was found by him and a Sandslash. So that leads us to this.

She burst through shrubbery, getting scratches that didn't bleed, but still minorly hurt. But, she was petite, and going through would help her get away faster. To think, she may actually get some sleep from all of this?

Nope.

She was met with a fallen tree, too big for her to jump over. If she tried to climb over it, she may be caught. "Fuck..." She said softly. She quickly turned, ready to defend herself. Her crimson eyes scanned for even the slightest sign of movement. It was a few seconds, then she hear the bushes rustle to her right. She twisted in that direction, growling fiercly.

"Hey, Sharon, can't we talk this out?"

"No, we can't!" She yelled at them. She didn't know he was a fake. Every lie about his love to her straight to her pretty face. She was so blinded about finding a stable factor that she could not see. Right behind my back he stabbed her. Just like her first. "I should have known you were a bitch about losing soemthing that you never had a chance with! I trusted you! You've been trying to break me down into the little submissive bitch you want? Then screw me over, right? Just be fucking me over for the rest of our lives?"

"Bu-"

"Shut up, you're makin me sick to my Arceus-damned stomach! Fuck off!" The Dark-Type was not in the mood for his bullshit. She had had well enough of him.

''Fuck off?' I was thinking along the lines of fuckign you."

"Is that all your pathetic little brain can compensate? And if you want to fuck, fuck your friends!" She yelled, looking at the Sandslash and Lickitung at his sie=de. They looked uneasy. She recognized the Sandslash, but not the Lickitung. Why did they bring him? "Don't you worry your little heads! You won't feel a thing! I sure as Hell didn't!"

"Hey, you got off from it!" He boasted.

Sharon smiled and prepared to mind-fuck him. "Ooh~! Ah! Oh, Arceus! Please, more~! Harder~!" She fake-moaned, doing little head motions to top it all off. She peered back at the confused faces off Houndoom and his friends, a Lickitung and a Sandslash. She was confused on the Lickitung though, on why he was there. She had met the Sandslash before, but not the Lickitung. "Sound familiar?" She asked mockingly. He paused, realizing she had faked her orgasm with him, then growled in anger.

"Well, then let's make sure you come this time." He growled, advancing. Then it hit the Umbreon like a Brick Break. That's why the brought Lickitung along! He would eat her out! That almost sounds pleasant...NO! Enough with those thoughts, Sharon! She mentally cursed herself, stalling a second too long. As Houndoom's teeth locked into her foreleg, she cried out in pain, blood seeping through. She was wrestled to the ground, pinned.

In a very exposed position.

"I strongly suggest you ler her go." A voice sounded, calm, but with a heavy threat intwined.

"Show youself!" Houndoom shouted. As he said that, a lavender-colored cat walked out, complete with a forked tail.

An Espeon.

"Hah! You? What'll you do?"

"I'll make her wish come true. Miss? You wanted to watch him burn? Well, that can be arranged. Anthony, would you kindly?"

At that, a Magmortar jumped out, cannons ready for action. "Aw yeah, baby!" He cried, charging them courageously. Sharon, through tear saturated eyes, held an inner pleasure as a ball of magma struck the Sandslash, scalding his flesh. Houndoom cringed at the quick defeat, biting down harder on Sharon's leg, who cried out in burning pain. The Espeon shuddered, and his calm attitude quickly switched off.

"If you dare hurt her one more time, I will gouge out your eyes, ground them to paste, then rip every indivuidual fiber of your apart!" He raged, taking an offensive stance. "Now, as I said before: Let. Her. Go." Houndoom smiled, and pulled his teeth out from her.

"You want her so bad? Well, you'll have to wait your turn." Then the Espeon snapped. His eyes glowed bright blue, then the same colored aura surrounded Houndoom. He was slowly lifted, suprised. Then with a single flick of the Psycic Type's tail, he was sent slammed against the tree. The Hellhound grunted in pain. Then her temporary hero repeatedly slammed him against two trees, breaking bones, ripping flesh.

"I WILL NOT HAVE ONE MORE TAKEN FROM ME! I'VE LOST TOO MANY, AND I'M NOT GOING TO LET HER GO! NOT NOW, NOT EVER!"

Houndoom breathed sharply, trying to resist crying out for mercy. But the cat could see it in his eyes. And smiled as he advanced upon him. He grinded Houndoom's back against the tree, forcing him to howl in pain. Once they were eye level, more or less, the Espeon regained his temper and spoke.

"Now, I will give you one last chance to leave. Do you accept?" He asked, cocking his head ever so slightly.

"Drop dead, pussy." Houndoom snarled.

"Lead by example." He said, sidestepping. Houndoom's neck twisted at an odd, unhealthy angle, and dropped to the floor.

Dead.

Sharon gasped from the shock of his mental prowess, then collapsed, exhausted from the strain of running, and her injured leg. Her last sight before soothing blackness envevloped her was the infinetly worried expression on Espeon's face.

"Oh, Arceus..." He trailed off, thinking of what to do. "Let's get her out of here."

"You're not going to beat me too?" Fightfully asked the Lickitung, shaking.

"You look like you were just dragged along with this. Get out of here, I have bigger issues to deal with."

"Thank you so much, they just told me they needed some help finding their lost friend, and that she may need a bit of comforting, and I love to eat pussy, so I said 'Yes', then I realized she didn't like him, so I was just gonna leave, but the-"

"When I was done speaking, that was your cue to high-tail your happy ass out of here." He ordered. Lickitung quickly stopped babbling, turned, took his ass, an hauled it out of there.

"We need to get her out of here." He said, looking back to her wounds, examining how deep they were.

"Yeah. Maybe you should use your 'Mystical' powers to carrry her, Noctus." Anthony remarked, mocking Noctus for his bragging over his powers.

"Shut it. Not the best time, you know?"

"Everytime's a good time, baby." Anthony stated. Noctus shook his head, not in dissapoinment, but in a: "Seriously?" look. But Anthony would most always be there for him. He gently lifted her form, and got it into what seemed to be the healthiest position, and began to walk back to their little clearing from the brush.

A/N

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