Author's Note:

Here it is the first chapter between Mahogany and Blackthorn. This chapter isn't the biggest in terms of plot or the over-arching story but it's gonna be a fun one. It will mainly focus around Houndoom, as the title might suggest, but also Brock. That might seem like a weird combo but here's a little story, when planning Johto, for a long time, Houndoom was actually going to be on Brock's team but I obviously changed that. I am also introducing a pretty minor character from the anime, but I am changing them, mainly because I felt their role in the anime is kinda over-done, especially in this series already so I changed it up but not massively. Don't forget to vote in the new poll and with that, let's begin.


Chapter 67: Some Like It Hot

Brock smiled down into his lap.

His little Bonsly was currently curled up into a ball. After they stopped on the road for a light lunch, he took it upon himself to feed the little guy. He may have come of formula milk recently and onto solid food, but he still needs feeding. Not that Brock minds, it reminds him of bringing up his siblings for a few years back in Pewter.

Gently picking his pure rock type up, he softly placed him into his backpack which was slanted against his chair. He shifted slightly after being let go, snuggling onto the blanket which pads his carrying device. He isn't stupid, he knows he could never replace Bonsly's mother. The little guy didn't even imprint on him like how Togetic did on Ash, but he will care for him all the same. How Paul could split them up just because Sudowoodo's strength when protecting her child impressed him, he would never know.

Standing up, mostly just to stretch his legs, Brock looked around at the scene around him. First thing that caught his sight was in the sky. Ash's Aerodactyl and Dragonair were in the middle of a battle. While Dragonair was wrapped around the dinosaur, Brock could tell by the looks on both of their faces that she was following the fossil Pokémon's lead. Not that it surprised him, Aerodactyl just had that sense of superiority especially in combat.

Beneath them was Bayleaf and Pikachu in the middle of more of a sparring match rather than a particular battle. The grass type had several vines out around her, and she kept trying to whack her partner as Pikachu used his superior agility to avoid while closing in. Knowing how Ash did something similar with his Venusaur back when he was an Ivysaur, he was likely getting Bayleaf better at handling speedy opponents who she can't out run.

Slightly turning his head, he saw the last of his little brothers team. Ash was stood with his back to him, Houndoom by his feet and Phanpy rolling around in front of them, both calling out to the ground type. The sight brought a smile to Brock's face, not the loving sympathetic smile that he gave to Bonsly but more of a proud one. It's been hard for his little brother, since the lake and what happened to Gyarados. It was especially bad when they were travelling and that was evidently on his mind. From what he's gathered, he has also been distant from Serena as of late but back in the gym battle and his training sessions he seems back to normal and that's a start... right?

Shaking his head of the thought, he continued to look around. Next he saw Serena with her current team of: Delphox, Kangashkan, Larvitar, Cyndaquil, Jumpluff and Hitmontop crowded around her. Well most of them, anyway, Hitmontop had his back turned and seemed to be in some sort tantrum. Despite proving to be a powerful battler, he lacks the maturity which comes with that strength. It's not even like Sandslash, who has a certain level of control over his anger, whatever if probably is, hopefully he can sort it out before one of the others sorts it out for him. She was clearly going through some plans with her team and asking for her input, not many words were being shared because she communicates through her ESP but her drawing in the dirt with a stick was proof of that.

If he remembers right, the Blackthorn contest is meant to be one of the last ones before the grand festival and is also meant to be a double performance. It's nice that she is taking it in stride considering her last double performance was the Wallace Cup. That is probably why she is also bringing out two of her Kanto team so it should be good to see what they can do together.

A loud bang shook the ground.

Instructively, Brock looked back at his backpack onto sigh in relief that Bonsly was still asleep. He wasn't surprised by the bang, two of his current team imparticular have a bad habit of doing that but luckily, his little rock type seems to be a heavy sleeper and doesn't wake up even after that.

Turning around to the source, just as expected, he found his own team of Rhyhorn, Stantler, Forretress, Shuckle and Delibird. They were a decent distant away, we'll all except for Stantler who was galloping over towards him and was just reaching. Despite growing up, she is still slightly timid and easy to scare. He greeted her with a soft hand to her head, scratching her chin in a way that he learnt comforted her early on. Glancing back to his team, he looked closer and found Forretress was lying on the ground with soot covering himself and the grass under him was charred. Rhyhorn and Shuckle were the opposite side of his bagworm Pokémon, not showing much of a reaction at all, while his newest team member was on the back of Rhyhorn, laughing hysterically.

Once sure that his normal type was calmed enough, Brock removed his hand before walking towards his group of Pokémon. As expected, Stantler followed behind but remained behind him. As he walked, he took a quick glance towards the lake where they decided to stop by so Misty's team could enjoy the natural beauty. She was stood with her own team, looking very annoyed with her Golduck and Marill stood by her side. She finally brought her Lanturn back from the gym and based on her expression, she is as much of a troll as ever. Squinting to look out further, he could barely make out the pink and blue-ish dots swimming around in a battle which was obviously her Corsola and Qwilfish. After a couple of moments, her Mantyke leaped out of the water and glided a bit before diving back under the water. For the second he saw her expression, she seemed to be very happy and enjoying the body of water.

Turning back, he finally reached his team.

"Hey guys," he greeted

"Deli Deli!" his newest capture saluted, shooting straight up from his previously over the top laughing.

His face tried to look serious with narrowed eyes, a beak being forced into a neutral shape, but it leaned more into a frown as the sides twitched. Too bad he previously saw his laughing otherwise he might've fell for it but honestly, Delibird doesn't have the same sort of solider stance which say Houndoom or even Aerodactyl has. From the short time he has had with his delivery Pokémon, he knew he had a big heart but had a habit of going over the top.

Glancing downward, he saw his rock bug type shake his thin yellow head as his beady little black eyes rolled, as if to say that he was too old for this. He could definitely relate to the sentiment. Shuckle has only wanted to see the world so I'm guessing the almost daily explosions wasn't what he was expecting when joining.

Sighing to himself, he kneeled down and reached into his back pocket before pulling out a small golden triangle. He rolled his Forretress onto his belly before slowly opening his mouth. Out of all his Pokémon, it seems like he has to heal this one more than any others. Cracking the revive open, he poured the powder onto his Bagworm Pokémon's tongue. Putting the wrapper into his pocket, he grabbed a water bottle next and gently poured a small amount into his mouth to help him swallow the revive.

Once sure the medicine was taken, he stood back up. It'll take a little why but in say twenty minutes or so, his Forretress will be back to normal. Standing up, he looked at all his team. While he would normally start applying his regular breeding techniques to them as a way to spend time, the tough part is always deciding which order he'd do it in, although today its slightly easier. As the newest member and the one he has the smallest bond with, there is only one obvious starting place.

"Delibird, what do you say to a brush?" he asked.

"Deli Delibird!" he cheered.

It was very easy to break his serious stance as a bright smile over took his face. He flapped his little winged arms before flying over towards the breeder, who was able to catch him with open arms. Brock smiled down at the ice flying type before walking back towards his seat, if only because that's where he left his brush and other utensils that he uses for grooming his team. Obviously, he doesn't brush Rhyhorn or Shuckle due to a lack of fur, but they aren't left out either.

On the way back to his seat with Delibird in hand, he chuckled to himself, he almost has a full team from Johto. Only one more capture and he'll have six Pokémon. Not that it matters, Brock would never force a capture. He likes to create a bond and capture Pokémon who want to follow him. It's probably why he seems to capture Pokémon at a much slower rate when compared to his friends. Not to say they wouldn't let a Pokémon go if that's what it wants but they are more forward with captures.

Reaching the seat, Brock sat down as he let his delivery Pokémon go, who subsequently landed on his lap before he reached into an open pocket of his backpack where Bonsly was still snoozing peacefully. He pulled out a small hand brush before going straight in and brushing his Delibird's back. Not to hard but firm enough to get into his fur. The ice flying type is still in that early stage where his fur hasn't quite changed from the rough wild to a sheen from being done daily. Stantler had a similar issue when she was first caught. Ninetales not so much thanks to being with Suzy since she was hatched so she never had to rough it in the wild.

Delibird cooed.

"I'm glad you like it buddy," Brock smiled.


Houndoom stood tall with narrowed eyes as he watched Phanpy roll around and smash through another Boldore. For such a young one, he definitely has a lot of strength and has potential. He may not be as protective over him as he is over Togetic but that doesn't mean he won't help him with training.

Turning his head towards the side, he spotted a large mountain overlooking them. Normally he wouldn't give this a second thought since it's a little distant away so loose debris wouldn't reach them but his sixth sense, the one he used to keep his pack moving in the wild was telling him something was wrong. Crouching down, he began to sniff the ground. It was hard to make out, but he could definitely get the scent of some sort of fire type in some sort of distress.

Realising it was likely injured, he was quickly reminded of his previous friend from his old pack who was injured. In the wild, medicine is much harder to come by and that can lead to complications. Not wanting another to go through something like that, he made his mind up. Phanpy would be fine since he has Ash. While he trusts Ash with his life, he isn't the best when it comes to medicine and his current mindset means he'd likely get distracted. Not to sound mean but he couldn't afford to get distracted if this Pokémon is in desperate need of help. Besides, he needs someone to look after Phanpy and the others while on this rescue mission.

Standing back up, he turned his attention towards the breeder sat in a chair, who was brushing that new team member of his. He didn't get chance to speak to that red bird but that doesn't matter right now as he just needs Brock's expertise in medicine, not the present giver. Stopping in front of them, he locked eyes onto the ice flying type.

"I need to borrow your trainer," Houndoom announced, cutting straight to the point.

"What's wrong with yours?" the bird asked, "does he need knew batteries or something."

"Not funny," he growled, turning Brock instead.

"What is it, Houndoom?" Brock asked.

Knowing that he wouldn't be able to understand his native tongue if he was to outright say the issue, Houndoom twitched his head towards the mountain before gesturing towards his backpack where Houndoom knew the breeder kept his medical supplies.

Locking eyes with the oldest human in the ground, he was looking down with his full attention on Houndoom, pursing his lips which was in a slight frown. Rubbing his chin, he was clearly in a deep thought.

"Are you trying to tell me that someone on the mountain needs help?"

Houndoom nodded.

"Alright, let's go," he stood up as Delibird floated down by his feet, "sorry Delibird but we can finish when we get back."

Houndoom always liked Brock for this reason, no messing around. He gets told something and jumps straight into action. He may not have him as a trainer since he focuses more on breeding and stuff, but he respects him regardless. He watched as the breeder pulled out a Pokeball before the red light shot into his backpack, then he picked the carrying device up and slumped it over his shoulders.

"Okay Houndoom, lead the way," Brock ordered, to which the dark fire type nodded.

"Wait!" Delibird spoke up, causing both Houndoom and his own trainer to look at him, "can I come too?"

"As long as you don't slow us down," Houndoom growled, before turning on his heel.

He took off towards the mountain, a quick glance back showed both Brock and Delibird following at a decent pace. He slowed down slightly as to not lose them. Delibird was flying behind the breeder very clunky before diving onto his shoulder. Rolling his eyes, this little runt better not slow them down to the point where they are too late, he almost lost a previous friend to an illness in the wild and he won't let that happen to another if he can help it.

Not to mention, his joke before reminded him to much of a certain mouse so he already started off on Houndoom's bad side. It may seem weird that he is quick to judge but in the wild he had to make judgements in the moment to keep his pack alive so that is what he does now to. Instincts are good at guiding him down the right path so he will continue to trust them.

Luckily it was mostly an open field with only a few trees and shrubs scattered around so it was unlikely that they would lose track of him but when they get to the mountain, that might be a different story. After all, some mountains don't even have established pathways so they will need to be extremely careful. Again, if Brock is unable to make it considering how delicate humans can be, he would only have the choice to go and find the Pokémon and bring him to the medicine, but he'll cross that path when they get to it.

As they charged across the ground, Houndoom noticed several wild Pokémon but they all kept their distance, and none seemed to be a threat. Good news is most Pokémon only attack when provoked so he shouldn't need to worry about anything like that.


Brock took a deep breath as he came to a stop behind Houndoom. The dark fire type was sniffing the ground, but it allowed him chance to catch his breath. They reached the mountain pretty quickly, but the difficult part was climbing it. With no established path or entrance, they had to scale the side. It wasn't exactly rock climbing because it was slanted just enough that they could walk up the side but the higher they got, the steeper it became.

A faint echoed hit Brock's ears. He turned around in an attempt to hear whatever it was better but to no-avail. Turning back towards the dark fire type, he saw Houndoom stood tall with his ears wide open. No longer tracking through smell, he turned around as if to try what Brock previously attempted.

"Can you hear that Houndoom?" Brock asked, after a moments pause.

The dark Pokémon nodded with the same serious expression on his face. He took off at a steady pace, clearly careful not to slide down the mountain side they just climbed up, but it also meant Brock could easily follow behind. Circling around the rocky terrain, they soon found a cavern in the side of off the mountain with the echoed cries increasing in volume. The sunlight barely lit the path for them, but it was clear whoever was injured was trapped down there.

Not wasting another second, Brock struggled through the thin gap, still following Houndoom's lead. A bright light appeared before them and made it difficult to see but once through the thin cavern walls, they found themselves stood in an open creator. Looking up, it appeared to almost be a well built into the cliff but without the water.

"H-hello," a soft cry greeted.

Turning to the source, he found a young girl probably ten or eleven on the ground. A small Vulpix lying on her lap with cuts and scratches, not even conscious. She had one hand clutching her foot and her clothes looked pretty roughed up. Whether or not this was the one Houndoom sensed didn't matter, they clearly need help. Brock cautiously approached, sliding his backpack off as he did so.

"Hey there," he greeted in the gentlest voice he could muster, "my names Brock. What's yours?"

"M-Macy," the girl cried.

"What's the matter Macy, are you hurt?" Brock asked, setting his stuff beside her as he squatted down, so they were eye level, "I'm no doctor or anything but I do know first aid for both people and Pokémon."

"M-my ankle," she replied taking deep breaths.

"Okay Macy, I'm going to need you to let go so I can have a look," Brock replied, "it might hurt but it's the only way I can help you."

The young girl slowly nodded as Brock noticed the tears in her eyes threating to break down the already established tracks on her cheeks. This reminded him of when one of his siblings would get hurt and he would have to patch them up. Focusing on the task at hand, he gently slipped his own hand under her foot, she was still holding it and visibly tensed. While it was a useful way to see which part hurt, it did stop him from viewing it properly.

He was about to ask again but she must've guessed that part and after taking another deep breath, let go of her ankle. He knew that he should've told her to breath since she was holding her breath but why waste time. He looked over her ankle, luckily she already took her shoe and sock off. It was bruised badly and based on the rest of her visible leg, was swelling badly.

"Ow!" she cried out in pain.

"I'm sorry Macy, but I won't be too long," Brock replied, "can you tell me what happened?"

"Vulpix & I were trying to catch a Slugma and during a battle with one, we were knocked down here," she explained.

He nodded at her response and gently set her foot back down which she instinctively reached for. Not surprising considering her young age but not the best way to deal with an injury. He turned towards his backpack and started searching through it.

"Okay Macy, I don't think your ankle is broken, just sprained and it's probably going to swell up some more." He pulled out a thin packet from his backpack along with two pieces of loose string. "This is an ice pack and I want to tie it to your ankle so it can start working on reducing that swelling."

"O-okay," she replied.

"Here, why don't you hold it against your ankle then I'll tie the string around it," Brock suggested.

The young girl nodded and took the ice pack from his hand with her free one. Sliding it down between her ankle and the hand she was using to cradle it. She visibly jumped at the first contact but relaxed and slowly pushed her hand closer to her ankle. Once Brock was sure it was in a good enough position, he looped the string around the ice pack and tied it down. One piece at each end.

"There, that's not perfect but should work until we can get you back to my friends and our camp," Brock replied, "now for your Vulpix. Do you mind if I pick her up?"

"N-no," she stuttered, likely still in pain. Unfortunately, Brock doesn't have any sort of medicine he could give her for the pain right now. Misty asked to borrow his headache tablets after breakfast and she didn't return them, those being his own sort of human pain relief.

With her consent, Brock reached out and slowly picked up the Vulpix from her lap. Bringing it closer, he cradled it like one would cradle a new born baby. Looking over its injuries, he quickly concluded that she didn't have anything major wrong either. Reaching into his pocket he pulled out another revive and administered it the same way he did to his Forretress earlier.

The pure fire type wiggled in his arms before snuggling down. It would be a little while before it woke up but Vulpix would be just fine. Holding the fox Pokémon briefly reminded him of the time before his own Ninetales evolved. Of course, she is half his and half Suzy's, but it was a happy memory none-the-less.

"I must say Macy, your Vulpix is very well taken care of. Her fur is so soft," he praised, looking back at her. A tiny hint of pink entered her cheeks but that was probably from embarrassment. New trainers rarely get praise unless they won a gym or contest or something, so she was likely caught off guard.

"T-thank you," she replied.

"I have my own Ninetales, who I had as a Vulpix as well," Brock continued, "she's at my family home at the minute but I can tell you've taken especially good care of your Vulpix here. Now to get you and her out of here."

"H-how will you do that?" she asked.

Instead of answering straight away, he looked around and found Houndoom stood of the entrance, as if standing guard. Makes sense, if Macy got in this situation because of a wild Slugma than it might've come in for a second round if it was really mad. Looking the dark fire type in the eye, he gestured for him to approach, which he did.

"Can you carry Vulpix back?" he asked.

A soft growl accompanied with a swift and firm nod answered the question. Reaching out, Brock carefully rested Vulpix on his back before turning his attention back towards the young girl and approached her, kneeling next to her.

"Okay, Houndoom here will help Vulpix get back and I'll carry you," Brock explained, "okay?"

She turned her head away so he couldn't really make out any sort of expression or anything from her, but she clearly nodded her head. With her answer, he put one arm under her legs and one arm behind her back. Softly counting to three, he lifted her up before turning towards Houndoom. The dark fire type nodded before turning around and lead the way out at a much slower rate than how they arrived, with Brock following swiftly behind.


Brock walked back into the campsite he made with his friends. The young brunette still resting in his arms as Houndoom was walking by his side. Delibird was floating around him, clearly playing and keeping Macy entertained which he was thankful for since it was taking her mind of her ankle.

As he looked around the place, he noticed most of his friends were doing the same things that they were doing before he left but upon seeing him, Stantler and Rhyhorn both quickly made their way over to him. Luckily, Rhyhorn must've known that he was carrying Macy because of some injury because he didn't do his usual trick of horn attack into his side, but the obvious age gap could've gave that away. Besides, Brock hasn't gone gaga for any girl since going official in the unofficial way with Suzy.

Making it over to the table, he set Macy down on one of the chairs, as he did he noticed Misty look over in his direction and quickly make her way over to them. She is probably wondering why he took off like that or who Macy is for that matter.

"How are you feeling, Macy?" Brock asked.

"Good," she replied. Her eyes were half open and her face was bright red. Concerned that she might've caught something else to give her a fever, it wouldn't have necessarily been related to her ankle injury but because he has no-idea how long she was lying on that floor, it's not completely out of the question.

After checking her forehead with the back of his hand, he concluded that she didn't have any such illness due to not having a scarlet fever to accompany her flushed colouring, but you can never be too sure. Standing up, he watched as her Vulpix jumped from Houndoom's back onto her lap as Misty arrived.

"Hey Misty, how's your training going?" he asked.

"It's good, Brock," she replied, "but where have you been and whose your friend?"

"Well Houndoom came over to me and I got the idea that he thought someone was hurt in the mountains," Brock explained, "so we went to investigate, and we found Macy who had fallen and sprained her ankle. So we patched her up and brought her here."

Misty nodded in understanding before turning towards the young girl in the chair. Seeing her cuddle her Vulpix with the bright wide expression on her face brought a smile to the breeder. He always loved seeing the special bond between a Pokémon and their trainer.

"Hiya Macy, my names Misty and I'm a gym leader in training," she greeted, "you already know Brock. So what are your goals?"

"Oh, I'm working towards the Silver conference," she replied, "it'll be my first time competing, but we already have all eight badges."

"That's great," Misty replied, "why don't you let your other Pokémon out and they can relax. I'm sure they are worried about you."

"Good idea," she replied.

As the young brunette reached for her Pokeballs, Brock couldn't help but smile at how much Misty had grown over their time. While never one for kids, before she wouldn't have given Macy the time of day but it's clear she is doing what she can to make her as comfortable as possible.

She shuffled in her seat before taking out a few Pokeballs. In a flash of light, a new group of Pokémon appeared in front of them. A Quilava, Houndour, Flareon, Magby and oddly enough, an Electabuzz, there was clearly an odd one out here. Especially since she said she was trying to capture a Slugma, another fire type. As Brock took in their appearance, he had to admit that they all appeared to be in a good condition and clearly well taken care of.

"So you have a lot of fire types, Macy, is that something you planned or..." Misty trailed off.

"Of course, I specialise in fire types," she replied, "what's your type specialist, Misty? I mean, you said your training to become a gym leader."

"Right, I am actually due to take over the family gym in Cerulean in Kanto when I turn sixteen," she replied, "and I specialise in water types. My Pokémon are over in the lake at the moment, I'm sure you could see them from here."

"Water types?" Macy questioned before scrunching her face up together and sticking her tongue out, "yuck."

"What's wrong with water types?" Misty asked, jumping to her feet.

"What's right with them?" she asked.

"Well they are better than fire types, that's for sure," Misty replied, "beautiful, versatile-"

"Scally, wet, and ugly. Water types are just," Macy cut her off, shivering before making some sort of indescribable sound of disgust at the thought, "give me the passion and power of a fire type any day. That's enough to overcome any sort of type disadvantage."

"We'll see about that," Misty muttered as she turned her around.

Brock flinched at the hardened glare his friend fixed him with. He knew all too well how her anger can get the better of her. He is sure that if she had her Tentacruel or Starmie or even Vaporeon then she would teach her a hard lesson. Not to say Misty's Johto team or Golduck can't do the same, but they aren't quite the same level as her aces. Luckily, Misty took a deep breath and forced her face into a neutral expression. Not too long ago, she would've probably used a mallet or something on Macy but it's nice to see her having matured. She also doesn't seem to get as bothered by the brotherly banter with Ash.

Deciding it was a good time to get back to what he was doing before Houndoom took him on their little adventure up a mountain, he looked around at the Pokémon and saw Macy's slowly spreading out to his and some to either watch Ash's Pokémon trainer or Serena's practise the performance and own battling. He soon spotted his normal type and gestured for her to come closer.

Once Stantler was within distance, he greeted her and kneeled next to the seat Macy was occupying. Even if she rubbed Misty up the wrong way, she is still a child and shouldn't be left alone. He took out a hand brush and started to work on the Big Horn Pokémon's fur.

"Aww look, I think my Vulpix likes your Houndoom," Macy cried out.

Brock turned his head in the direction she was pointing and sure enough, Houndoom was stood at the edge of the camp site still looking out at the mountain, as if in some sort of deep concentration. While Macy's Vulpix was stood by his side, prancing around in front of him, as if to get him to play or something.

"You might be right," Brock uttered, more concerned with why the dark fire type was still focused on the mountain, "but he's not my Pokémon. He's a part of my friends team, Ash, I'm sure he'll come and meet you once he's finished training or takes a break. Same with Serena."

"Well that's a shame but doesn't mean it should affect our relationship," Macy replied, as Brock returned to focusing on his Stantler. He brushed her fur a couple more times before something that Macy said hit him!

Wait what?"


Houndoom wasn't happy. He always trusts his gut and instincts and right now, they are both telling him that something hot is approaching. He doesn't know what, but he felt it when they first encountered Macy in the mountain. After they left, they seemed to get some distance and his guard lowered but now he could sense it again and whatever is the source is, it's getting closer.

Good news is, they have both Aerodactyl and Dragonair on hand at the moment so they shouldn't have any issue with fighting off whatever is coming. He may be a natural leader, but he isn't stupid. He couldn't beat either of them in a battle. Sure, he has defeated several of Ash's Kanto team in battles at the lab, like Tauros, Primeape, Muk, Venusaur and even put up a good fight against Blastoise so he isn't weak. He just knows when outclassed.

Less good news is jumping around in front of him.

"What do you want?" he growled.

That small fire fox that he carried back was currently jumping around in front of him in a very annoying manner. From how she speaks and her size, she isn't a child or anything so why she is acting like one is beyond him. All he does know, is its very annoying when trying to focus on protecting his pack.

"You," she purred.

"I don't play games," he growled, stepping past her to try and refocus on the oncoming threat.

She didn't seem to like that as she jumped back in front of him and rolled onto her back as her head was under his. She raised her two front paws, swiping at his head but she couldn't quite reach.

"Neither do I," she replied, a pout forming on her bottom lip, but it was quickly replaced by her eyes narrowing and a small whisper, "not unless you ask nice."

Narrowing his own eyes, he looked down at her with a look which would intimidate most he does battle with. He has to protect his trainer, teammates and everyone else here from whatever is coming. Even if he just alerts the heavy hitters, it has to be done and having this little runt trying to get with him isn't helping. He wasn't sure at first, but he is far from dumb and her signs couldn't be more obvious if they were on a neon sign.

"Listen here," he growled, as her expression dropped into a frown, her paws lowering, "right now we have something approaching. I don't know what exactly, but it is extremely hot and from what I know of their species, I wouldn't be surprised if it turned out to be something to do with the Slugma that was responsible for the state we found both yourself and your trainer in. Now if you want it to finish the job, then I'll let you go right ahead but I won't let my trainer or pack come to harm in the meantime."

She growled softly, "feisty! I like that."

Houndoom could feel himself getting to the point of no-return. A couple more lines or anything from her and he'd beat into her why he is so serious. She doesn't understand the possible danger they are in. He felt the corners of his mouth flick up and his fangs show as a threatening growled escaped through them.

"What's going on?" a familiar female voice spoke up.

Houndoom glanced to the side only to see Cyndaquil approaching. Her expression was difficult to make out, but she looked mad for lack of a better term. Not surprising, after all, Houndoom isn't stupid so he knows how she feels about him. The reason he hasn't taken her up on the opportunity is because she deserves better than someone like him and if he let those sparks expand into something more, then he would be more vulnerable. It's bad enough with his relationship with Togetic.

"Something that a child like you wouldn't understand," Vulpix replied, rolling over onto her legs before approaching Cyndaquil. She stood on the tips of her paws and held her head high, as if to assert her superiority over the fire mouse Pokémon.

"The only child I see around here is you," Houndoom growled, "now get lost before I make you."

"Playing tough to get, I see," Vulpix growled, "fine but I'll be back, and you better be ready when I am."

The fire fox pranced off past Cyndaquil, purposely knocking her with her tail as she past. Houndoom hates people who don't take anything seriously, just like Pikachu, these people need to wake up to the danger in the real world otherwise those they care about are put directly in the line of fire.

"What's her problem?" Cyndaquil asked, taking a place next to him.

"No idea," Houndoom replied, it's not worth upsetting Cyndaquil about it for no reason.

"Well, who is she?" Cyndaquil asked, "or those other new Pokémon?"

"I sensed someone injured in the mountains, so I dragged Brock along as the best first aider," Houndoom explained, "we found Vulpix and her trainer injured. Brock helped heal them and we carried them back here."

"Oh," Cyndaquil replied quietly, "so what are you doing now?"

"Can't you feel it?" he asked, to which she shook her head, "a powerful heat source. Its approaching and I don't like it. Maybe I am better equipped to sense it because of my Flash Fire ability but maybe we could try."

"Okay," Cyndaquil nodded.

"Alright, start by closing your eyes," Houndoom instructed, to which she did, "now focus on your inner fire. Feel the intensity of it, how it burns. Once you have a good feel of it, look out without opening your eyes. You should be able to feel the intensity of everyone's internal flame. Even none fire types have body heat, after all."

"I-I think I can see it," she replied before pointing her head in the direction of Ash and a bunch of his Pokémon training, "why are those so much warmer? Are they Macy's other fire types or-"

"No, those are Ash's other Pokémon, take a look," Houndoom replied, "but as to answer your question. In the middle of combat, one's body heat increases which is why you could sense theirs before any other."

"Okay, I think that makes sense," Cyndaquil admitted.

They fell into a silence as both of them turned back towards the mountain. A cool breeze blew over them, parting some of the blades of grass as it did. Despite it being quiet around them, it wasn't awkward in the slightest. Refocusing his attention on the immense heat signs approaching, he noticed one thing, they were moving very slow which only added to his theory that it was the Slugma who Macy battled earlier.

Part of him wished it was a species he encountered before, even a dangerous one like Beedrill or Ursaring. At least then he'd have an idea of what to expect from them, as right now, he has never met a Slugma and the unknown is the biggest issue with a plan like this.

"So what's the plan?" Cyndaquil asked, seemingly out of no-where, "if it is those Pokémon looking for a fight, I mean."

"Well first plan is to ask them nicely to leave," Houndoom replied.

"And if that doesn't work?" Cyndaquil asked.

"Then I get Aerodactyl and Dragonair to ask," Houndoom replied, "probably less nicely."

"I like that plan," Cyndaquil nodded in agreement.

Houndoom hated to admit it but he grew to like her over their time training together. He knows the dangers of having one weak chain in a pack and seeing her issues with controlling fire was why he took it upon himself to train her. Serena's alright but no-human understands how a typing works, not without physically having that typing.


Houndoom charged forward.

Two red figures slivered out from the forest and into the open field. He didn't need to take a second guess; these are what he has been on guard for. Closing in, he noticed a trail of incinerated grass behind them and said plant life around them burnt to nothing but ash. Luckily, it quickly died out otherwise they would have a large forest fire to deal with. That is probably why they live in the mountains, it's a lot less flammable.

Coming to a stop in front of them but a decent foot away in distance. Houndoom stood tall on his legs and held his head at an even level, his eyes locked dead on the bigger one with a massive rock on its back. A quick glance back showed Cyndaquil still stood in the same place. This was one thing they planned on, if he was to be attacked on the spot then she would sound the alarm, so to speak.

"Um, excuse me. Houndoom, is it," the larger one spoke with a male voice, "is there some sort of issue here? It's just, I don't like the way you're looking at my daughter. I don't wish to battle you but if you attempt to hurt her, I will."

Houndoom narrowed his eyes and looked at the duo again. The smaller one without a rock was slowly slivering behind the larger one and its wide eyes did give the impression that it held some sort of fear. Not wishing to induce a fight, he took a step back, as if to give more personal space.

"My apologises," Houndoom replied, "it's just, I could sense you approaching. Your internal flame is quite powerful."

"And you was on guard in case we used that in some sort of battle," the larger one continued, "understandable and I appreciate your protectiveness. But we didn't make the journey down here for a battle. Or well, we did but not just that."

"Why don't you start from the beginning," Houndoom suggested.

"Right," the large one replied, "first of I feel we should introduce ourselves. I'm a Magcargo, and this little one behind me is my daughter, she's still a Slugma."

"Dad!" she cried out.

"Anyway," Magcargo ignored the outcry of embarrassment, "my daughter here is quite the energetic and lively child. She loves to battle and train, but we don't get many opponents upon the mountain. Its why I made it our home. A nice tranquil place to raise her in peace."

"Of course," Houndoom nodded in understanding.

"But earlier today a human, with a Vulpix or Ninetales or something came by. She isn't the first human to travel through, far from it," Magcargo explained, "I've always told her to hide and they'll pass through without a care but wanting to have a proper battle for once and not one against her old man. She made herself known to this human."

"Please don't tell me you plan on taking it out on this human?" Houndoom asked.

"Oh no, not at all," Magcargo replied, "you see, my daughters battle was ended prematurely when the girl took a ride down the mountain. I'm afraid my daughter doesn't quite realise how certain moves affect the environment around her."

"Not to sound rude but could we hurry this along?" Houndoom insisted, "I mean, if my trainer or teammates see me stood here then they might get the wrong idea and attack you."

"Certainly," Magcargo replied, "if we may, why don't we move closer and talk at the same time. We're not exactly the fastest species and it would save us time on our search."

"Of course," Houndoom replied, jumping behind them before walking up alongside. The two fire types began to sliver across the ground and Houndoom realised he wouldn't only need to take a step every few minutes, but it wouldn't be easy to lose them.

"So as I was saying," Magcargo continued, "my daughter had this battle and it was the happiest I've seen her since her mother past. I know I can't give her that sort of happiness on our small mountain. She has energy to burn so it's time for her to set off. I'm hoping this human she battled would be willing to take her as part of her team. At least that way I know she will be safe, have food, medical care and will get more battles which is what she truly wants."

"If you don't mind my saying, I am a little off about this story," Houndoom admitted, "not to say your lying, but you said your daughter was energetic and lively, but she's hardly said a word since your arrival.

A quick glance back at the smallest fire type, showed her ducking her head lower before slivering closer to her father. Hiding from Houndoom's gaze with her father's shell to hide behind. If anything, this just proved his point even more, didn't it?

"Hahaha, well my boy," Magcargo chuckled, "that would be her mother coming out of her. She isn't great at meeting new people or Pokémon but when she battles, she becomes a different Pokémon entirely."

Houndoom nodded and refocused his attention on the elder fire type. That is understand and it reminded him a lot of Cyndaquil to be fair, she is very reserved and a private Pokémon and while she isn't energetic in battles, she has definitely came out of that shell of hers.

"So our reason for visiting was so my daughter could, hopefully, get herself a trainer and do what makes her happy," Magcargo finished.

"Well you're in luck, I happened to help that girl earlier when one of the humans I travel with and I went to investigate because I felt something off on the mountain," he replied, "I have a feeling it had something to do with that battle you told me off."

"Ah yes, unfortunately as a species we can be quite destructive in the heat of battle, so I'd imagine her excess energy is what threw you off," Magcargo replied.

The trio continued to sliver, or step in Houndoom's case, across the ground and Houndoom looked up at the sky. A single cloud past over the sun and its shape wasn't really significant but as he blinked, it seemed to morph into one that was nothing but a distant memory at this point. Shaking his head, he looked down at his two companions.

"If you don't mind my saying, Magcargo," Houndoom replied, "but won't you get lonely without your daughter?"

"Well, of course I will," Magcargo replied, "but every child has to grow up and leave at some point. It'll be hard but this is what's best for her."

They continued to move across the ground and Houndoom noticed the fire type with a rock on his back looking closer at him. It was a little off putting, but he didn't question it as it wasn't threatening and he seems like a good guy, just wanting what's best for his daughter even if sacrificing his own company to do it.

"You're a father?" he spoke up, "no... you was, once, but not anymore."

"Huh?" Houndoom replied, "what makes you say that?"

"Your eyes," Magcargo replied, "they hold a sadness. One that can only come from experiencing parenthood."

"I don't want to talk about it," Houndoom replied, purposely turning his head away.

"I understand, completely," Magcargo replied, "I'm sorry for what I might've brought up."

They continued to down the path but with a think tension surrounding them. Swiping his black pointed tail back and forth, Houndoom could almost cut through the atmosphere with it, it was that thick. No one knows about that, not even Ash and as far as he is concerned, no-one will learn about it.

"So... I take it you know the human my daughter battled earlier," his response was weak.

It was clear that he was just trying to restart the conversation and escape the tension brought between them. Sighing, Houndoom knew he couldn't hold a grudge, it was nothing more than a guess on Magcargo's part. Deciding to be a better mon, Houndoom swallowed the moisture in his mouth and it travelled down his dried throat.

"Vaguely," he replied, "we saved her earlier because she hurt her ankle after the fall."

"She hurt herself from that little fall?" Slugma spoke up, "humans are that fragile?"

"You have no-idea," Houndoom replied, "so if you do become a member of her team, then you need to be ready to protect her."

"I will," Slugma smiled, "thanks."

"I really do appreciate your help with this," Magcargo added, "oh, is this one of your teammates? A Cyndaquil, I believe."

A quick glance forward showed they were nearing the female fire type although she was slowly walking to meet them instead. He gave a swift nod of the head as to indicate to her all is well before turning back to his new guests.

"She's not exactly a teammate, not really," Houndoom replied, "my trainer travels in a group of four, and she is a part of another humans team in that group. His mate, to be precise."

"Ah, I see how it is," Magcargo nodded as he closed his eyes, "I believe I heard something about how the Pokémon of a human match their trainers feelings."

"It's nothing like that," Houndoom insisted.

"Hello, I'm Cyndaquil and you two are?" she greeted as she stopped just in front of them. Houndoom frowned as it was clear she was acting more bubbly than she normally would that was probably because she wants to make a good first impression.

"I'm Magcargo and this is my daughter Slugma," he replied.

"Can you go ahead to the humans and get them ready, please?" Houndoom asked, "I'll need Ash ready to translate for us."

"Why can't I get Serena to do it with her mind-thingy?" Cyndaquil asked.

"I'm dark type, remember," Houndoom frowned.

"Oh right, sorry," she blushed before turning around and running off.

"Mind thingy? Translate?" Magcargo questioned.

"It'll make more sense when we get there," Houndoom replied.

They continued down the path as Cyndaquil reached them and went straight to Serena. Part of his mind started to drift as he considered her role in his life at the moment, he feels bad about not confronting her feelings sooner but the moment he realised it, she was too far gone, and he didn't want to hurt her.

"Houndoom," Magcargo drew his attention back, "why don't you tell her how you feel?"

"Because she is better without me," Houndoom replied, "I am meant to train her, nothing more."

"No-one can know their destiny for sure," Magcargo shook his head, "and that's because there is no such thing as destiny. We all have free will, after all."

"Destiny or not, I know I am not right for her," Houndoom growled back, "my past proves that."

"I don't know what your past holds but my family have an old saying Houndoom which they passed down and I try to remember every day," Magcargo replied, with the dark Pokémon nodding his head to indicate him to continue, "yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery but today is a gift. That is why it's called the present."

"Why are you telling me this?" Houndoom asked.

"Because I like you," Magcargo replied, "and I wouldn't want you to pass up on an opportunity because of that."

"But my past-" Houndoom replied.

"I don't need to know you from back then, whatever happened," Magcargo shook his head, "I just need to know you now and all I can see is someone constantly punishing themselves. That's no-way to live."

The rest of the journey was done in silence as Houndoom pondered on what Magcargo said, as they approached the group of humans, Houndoom noticed that they were all gathered together. Several of the Pokémon were still off training but for the most part, everyone was here. It was almost like they were creating a grand entrance. At least he can use his trainer to properly communicate the issue for both of these Pokémon, it's much easier than playing charades.


Brock scratched his chin as he listened to Ash translate the story of the Magcargo and Slugma. The fine hairs starting to grow ran under his fingers and he made a quick mental note to shave soon. Despite listening to them, his mind was focused on everything else going on.

Mainly focused on the young girl he saved earlier with the help of Houndoom. She is still sat in the same seat with the ice pack strapped to her foot. He likes her, she reminds him as a sort of mini Misty, and he could see her as a little sister, but she has made it clear that she sees him as something more. He understands young girls being brought up on stories of princess' saved by the brave knights and living happily ever after, but this is a bit far. Despite his protests at her suggestions, she has been adamant that they belong together. While the first major issue is his relationship with Suzy, of course she hasn't accepted him officially yet but after everything they have been through together, it's pretty much set in stone. Then there is the whole age issue between himself and Macy and yeah, it just wouldn't work.

Realising he must've missed something because Slugma took up a battle stance as Macy's Quilava jumped in front of the chair where its trainer resigned as if to take up a battle stance against the smaller fire type. Not wanting to be in the firing line, literally, Brock did a small jog over to where Serena was stood, along with the others. As he reached them, he noticed she had her Pokedex out, so he stood behind. She just finished scanning the Quilava, so he missed that one, but she soon turned it to scan the other fire type:

Slugma, The Lava Pokémon. Molten magma courses throughout Slugma's circulatory system. If this Pokémon is chilled, the magma cools and hardens. Its body turns brittle and chunks fall off, reducing its size.

"Hmm, I can't help but think Quilava will have a hard time hurting Slugma but then looking at them, Quilava clearly has the experienced advantage," Brock mused.

"I know what you mean," Serena replied before picking up her own Cyndaquil, "and I want you to watch closely. I'm sure your close to your own evolution so it'll be useful to see how one battles for when that time comes."

The fire mouse gave a small nod in agreement and Brock couldn't help but smile at the sight. She really is like a little sister and it's nice to see her learning from past mistakes, not even her own but that was clearly her not wanting to repeat the experience Ash's Venusaur went through after he evolved into Ivysaur.

As the battle started, with Quilava charging forward, Brock felt a tug on his trouser leg. Looking down he found Houndoom as the culprit but as soon as they locked eyes, the dark fire type stood tall and gestured his head to the side. A quick glance in that direction showed Ash stood with Magcargo a little bit away from the others. Seeing the dark Pokémon walking towards them, Brock realised he was intended to follow and do so.

"Hey Brock," Ash greeted.

"Hey Ash," he replied, "do you know what this is about?"

"Not a clue, Houndoom wanted me to translate but asking Magcargo, he doesn't even know what about," Ash replied.

Houndoom barked loud and drew all their attention. He stood in a position where he was looking at both Ash and Magcargo in one go. He began to make several barks and the first reaction he saw was Magcargo's whose eyes burst open in surprise. Houndoom continued to bark, now focused more on the fire rock type who calmed down nodded in agreement before turning towards Ash. Who was nodding in agreement.

"So what is it, Ash?" Brock asked again, seeing as the conversation was over.

"Well it seems Houndoom had this idea and he needed both you and Magcargo to agree," Ash replied, "Brock. Would you become Magcargo's trainer?"

"Me?" Brock asked, his voice dried as his mouth fell slightly," why me?"

"From what I've been told, Slugma was Magcargo's only family and she is joining Macy," Ash explained, "Houndoom didn't want him to become lonely or left by himself and he thought you'd be the best option since he isn't much of a battler. Plus, he is a family mon and back in Pewter you have a massive family, right?"

Brock could feel his heart expand at the thought of Magcargo letting his daughter go so she could do what she loves. While not the same, it must've been how his family felt back when he set off with Ash and the others to become a breeder and no doubts it'll be the same feeling he'll feel when he says bye to his little sister in Misty when she leaves at the end of Johto to become a gym leader.

"So Magcargo, is this what you want?" Brock asked, turning to the lone Pokémon. He looked up with a stare, it wasn't intimidating or anything of the sort but one of experience as if carefully analysing each option. After a couple moments, he nodded. A small smile formed on Brock's lips as he kneeled down and took out an empty Pokeball before holding it out, "well then. Welcome to the family."

Magcargo poked his head forward and trapped his head against the centre button. The immense heat caused Brock to pull his arm back as the Pokeball dropped on the floor as a red light engulfed the fatherly Pokémon. The device instantly dinged to show Magcargo didn't even try to resist.

"Congrates Brock," Ash praised.

"Thanks bud," Brock smiled, "do you mind if I borrowed your Pokedex? I'd like to check Magcargo out."

"Of course, Ash replied, handing the device over. Brock gladly accepted with a word of thanks before picking up the Pokeball and releasing his new team member. Once he was out, Brock scanned him with the red device:

Magcargo, The Lava Pokémon. The final evolved form of Slugma. Magcargo's shell is actually its skin that hardened as a result of cooling. Its shell is very brittle and fragile - just touching it causes it to crumble apart. This Pokémon returns to its original size by dipping itself in magma.

"Alright! We caught Slugma!" a young female voice cheered from behind Brock.

"Thanks Ash," Brock replied, handing him the device back, "now I think we should go and meet back up with the others. I've got a feeling we'll be parting ways soon and I want Magcargo the chance to say goodbye."

"Right," Ash replied, walking away with Houndoom by his side.

Brock turned back to his new team member and smiled before returning him once more. He'll definitely let him have one last goodbye with his daughter, but he isn't exactly the fastest Pokémon around, so this is just to help make moving around easier for him. Swirling the device around in his fingers, Brock smiled down before setting off towards the others. At least he won't have to worry about Macy and her hero-worship for much longer. Hopefully she can understand why the relationship she wants just wouldn't work.


Brock lips twitched as a ghost smile covered them. Right now they are stood on the grassy plain. Macy is stood one side with her Vulpix out and a small branch broken of a nearby tree, just right for her size. Her foot should be fine as long as she keeps weight of it and the ice pack compressed. It's not a big deal losing the one as they have plenty to last and can always get more at Blackthorn and Macy clearly needs it more.

While on his side was his friends. Misty had her Marill out, cradling it in her arms as both Cyndaquil and Houndoom stood off to the side. If he was still on hand, Brock would've had Bonsly out, but he was sent to his family when he caught Magcargo. It'll be weird not having him around, but his father and the others will take good care of him until he gets to a Pokémon centre to make some rotations.

"So you're going to Mahogany Town?" Serena asked.

"Sure am," Macy beamed, "it'll be nice to visit my folks before the league and it's the only badge I have left to get."

"Wait, if you specialise in fire types and started in Mahogany town then why wouldn't you face that gym first?" Misty asked, "it is an ice type."

"Simple, I knew it would be one of the easier ones, so I saved it till later," Macy replied, "same with Azalea and Olivine. I actually challenged the Blackthorn first to get it out of the way."

"Wait, isn't it required to be last?" Ash asked, "I know Viridian gym in Kanto has to be the last one."

"Nope," Macy replied, "although Clair is considered the toughest gym leader so many people take her on last. Plus Blackthorn is just really far out of the way, for most."

"Well are you sure you'll be fine getting back by yourself?" Serena asked.

"Of course, Brocky fixed my ankle up great so I'll be fine," Macy replied.

"Brocky?" Brock spluttered, in shock.

Brock couldn't help but look down at that nickname. She really has got it bad, dam his charm and good looks. He really had no intention of this happening as he only wanted to help a young girl injured in the mountains. Shaking his head back to the issue at hand, he stepped forward towards her.

"Look Macy, I think we may have gotten off on the wrong foot," he started softly, trying to think of the easiest way to let her down.

"I know Brocky, we have to part ways for now," Macy replied, "but don't worry my love, for I shall win the Silver conference and then we shall create a Johto power couple as the greatest breeder and his battle queen."

"Err," he blinked, not sure how to respond.

She turned around, the last thing he saw was a bright wide smile on her face. As she wobbled away, Brock considered calling out after her and trying to set her straight once more, but he decided against it as if her actions so far have proven anything, it will only make her delusion worst.

Slumping his head down, thoughts of what would happen at the league when they are sure to meet again played in his mind. It's not that she is a bad person or anything, her Pokémon are well cared for and she seems like a good trainer, but they have to big an age gap for Brock at least and not to mention his relationship with Suzy.

"Come on, Brocky," Misty's voice echoed in his ear, her sing-songy tone filled with teasing, "we can still get a good few hours travelling in and the sooner we get to Blackthorn the better because of Serena's contest."

"Misty's right guys," Serena replied, running ahead, "let's go."

Despite following behind them, Brock hung back with Ash. He was in his usual travelling state as of late, ever since the lake he has been pretty recluse, except when training or in battle. Just wanting to walk and try to think of a way out of this mess, he is fine with the silence between them as the girls chatted ahead of them. Maybe he could just play dumb next time they see her, and the problem will solve itself... or maybe he would just need to think of an actual solution.


Houndoom sighed, they were walking down the path.

To many, it might seem like a stupid debate to be having with one's self, he likes Cyndaquil and could easily see him in a relationship like that, not just one where he trains her or anything but on the other hand, could he really go into another relationship after how the last one ended? It's not that he still holds a flame for that past partner, far from it, it's just that what happened was his fault and-

"Yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery but today is a gift, that is why it's called the present," Magcargo's voice echoed in his head.

Maybe Magcargo is right, he isn't able to change what already happened and he isn't able to tell what will happen in the future so he should just live in the moment and if he wants to be happy then there is only one way for him to do that... but it's not fair to make that commitment and still keep secrets from her.

Taking a deep breath, he began to walk over towards the fellow fire type. She was in Serena's arms and it appeared that they were in one of those mental conversations with each other as they were looking at each other but not a physical word was being spoken.

"Cyndaquil," Houndoom spoke up, drawing both her's and Serena's attention, "could I speak to you? In private?"

The fire mouse Pokémon blinked in surprise before nodding and turning to Serena. Cyndaquil's honey blonde trainer seemed just as surprised but smiled and nodded before setting the pure fire type down on the ground. Once she was down, he started to walk away from Serena with Cyndaquil following behind.

"What's up?" she asked.

"Well... I don't really know how to say this, honestly," Houndoom replied, his eyes darting around.

Despite coming to the conclusion that he should try this relationship with her, how he should bring it up really didn't cross his mind. Give him a heated battle or life or death situation and he'll be able to fight as good as the next mon until his last breath, without hesitation.

"Okay, maybe I should start with," Houndoom muttered, "we have been spending a lot of time together. With the training and fire control stuff."

"We have," Cyndaquil agreed.

"And over that time, I've noticed you getting stronger and stronger and-" Houndoom continued.

"Are you trying to say you think I should've evolved or something?" Cyndaquil asked.

"No... well yes, I do think your evolution will be soon," Houndoom replied, "but no, that's not what I'm trying to say."

"Then just say it," Cyndaquil insisted.

"Alright," Houndoom took a deep breath and closed his eyes, "I've noticed the way you look at me. How you've been acting and well, I know you like me. Like, like me."

Predictably, the fire type stopped in her tracks as her cheeks burst into a burning red colour, her back also bursting into an open flame. Was coming out and saying it straight the wrong approach? Well too late to take it back now. He stopped to so she wasn't left behind or anything.

"I-I," she stuttered, flustered, her head looked around as if to find some sort of panic.

"And well, I wasn't sure at first but recently I was told something, and I think I know now what to do," Houndoom replied, "I-if you want to, then I'd like to try a relationship like that."

He held his breath as he watched the fire mouse Pokémon. Those few words were harder than any battle he has ever had. It felt like the world itself stopped and his vision became blackness leaving on Cyndaquil as he awaited her answer. The flame on her back had calmed down but her cheeks were still bright red. Instead of a verbal response, she slowly walked up to him before nuzzling her head against one of his front legs.

"I'd like that," she whispered.

Houndoom felt his heart beating against his rib cage as he heard her response. Despite wanting to remain neutral, even his stoic leadership couldn't stop the smile from over taking his mouth. Take a deep breath in and out to calm his excitement, he leaned down and gave a small lick on the top of her head to show his appreciation.

She visibly shivered but nuzzled closer to him and he took another risk. Not knowing where their humans are but guessing they were left behind from stopping for their chat, he carefully picked Cyndaquil up by the scruff of her neck and swung his head around to place her on his back, like his species might do to their young.

"You holding on tight?" he asked.

"Y-yes," she stuttered, with what only he could imagine is a bright blush to accompany it.

He smirked to himself before bracing his paws, feeling the dirt under his paws. It's not uncommon for them to fall behind the humans or run ahead when out on the travels and as long as they aren't knew to the teams, they tend to let them have free reign. Without a second thought, Houndoom charged off at his top speed, feeling the wind rush through his fur... and Cyndaquil's pleads to slow down quickly accompanying it.


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