I thought about falling asleep right then and there, but Skiler insisted I thaw out the still-frozen Zephyr
I thought about falling asleep right then and there, but Skiler insisted I thaw out the still-frozen Zephyr.
"He'll thaw out by himself!" I whined. Skiler fixed me with a stern look.
"Fine," I sighed, changing to Eevee and then Flareon.
I blew a carefully controlled stream of flame over Zephyr's frozen body, letting the ice melt off.
After I got both his wings and his unconscious head, I curled up, without even bothering to change back, and fell straight asleep.
When I awoke, I couldn't see anything. I began to feel fear, that threatened to become panic! I thrashed around until I hit something soft.
"Ow!" I voice whispered. "You awake?"
I recognized Skiler's voice, and prepared to light a fire so I could see better.
Skiler smacked me across the face, with what I assumed was her paw.
"No, idiot!" She whispered urgently, "We're on the ferry to Johto, and we've stowed away in a wooden crate, so fire is a no-no."
"Okay," I said slowly, "Wait a second, how did you move me? I'm a Flareon."
"It wasn't easy," She said, "But I managed to time it so the humans weren't looking at me."
"Where's Zephyr," I pressed.
"He's on deck," She said, "He's posing as a security Pokemon."
"Well, as long as we're alone," I said, smirking as I licked her ear.
She shivered, and purred in pleasure, snuggling closer to me.
Then, an obnoxious flashing from my wrist turned me back into an Eevee, and Skiler nipped my ear.
I licked her face, and she brushed me with her tail, as I curled around her protectively.
"Whoa! Slow down!" She said, as I bit her shoulder sharply, actually drawing a little blood.
"Sorry," I muttered, embarrassed, "I don't know why I did that."
"Probably just instinct," She said, understandingly.
I walked away from her, and settled down on the opposite end of the crate, feeling like I killed the mood.
Skiler walked over, and nipped me sharply on the side.
"Hey! W-what are you doing?" I stammered as she lapped up a few droplets of blood, that came out of my cut.
"Bitter," She said softly, "The opposite of your personality." She moved a little closer to me, now her face was a few centimeters from mine.
"I like bitter, and sweet," She said, licking my cheek.
I stood up, uncertain.
"Um, are you feeling alright?" I asked her seriously. "You're kind of affectionate."
"I'm fine," She said, moving closer to me.
"Skiler, we don't want to end up with kits that we can't take care of." I said firmly, "You might be in…um-heat."
"What? I can't be close to someone I love?" She asked.
"You can," I said quickly, "But I just don't think I'm ready to be a parent."
Skiler pouted, and tackled me playfully. "Don't worry," She said.
"Whenever you say don't worry, makes me feel like there's something to worry about." I said, slipping away from her.
"Fine," She pouted.
I walked over to her, and curled around her, falling asleep after a while.
I awoke, and stood, careful not to wake Skiler, as I searched for an exit in this crate.
Finally, I spotted a rectangular opening on the ceiling, and attempted to jump out.
I made it on my fourth try, and climbed out of the opening. Damn, I thought, Skiler must be used to traveling in boxes.
It made sense, she had a Trainer after all. So, she probably spent most of her time inside a Pokeball. I looked around.
Boxes upon boxes were stacked everywhere, giving the illusion of a cube city. I quickly became bored with just looking, and decided to explore.
I walked between alleys and gaps between the towers of crates. I quickly found the tallest tower in the place, and wanted to climb it.
It had to be at least 20 feet tall, and looked very fun to scale.
I jumped up to the first ledge, then the next and the next.
Once I reached the top, (without falling, I might add,) I looked around.
I could see the box Skiler was in. I began to doubt my decision about kits.
Should I? I asked myself over and over. It was a hard question, and I wasn't experienced when it came to parenting. How could Skiler be so sure of herself? "Don't worry," she had said, but did she mean it?
Did she only want to mate out of sheer instinct? I winced. How could I even think that she was not in control of her instincts? That was practically calling her an idiotic fool.
My ears suddenly pricked up. I had heard something. I looked down, and saw a human. He carried a net, and a weird cylinder that gave off a beam of light.
"Oh crap!" I said, "He knows we've stowed away, now he's gonna get Skiler!"
I knew I had to do something, but if I killed the human, someone would surely find him and raise alarm. But if I let him take Skiler, I couldn't let him take her!
He walked ever closer to Skiler's crate, waving his light stick…
