Enot loved traveling. Every new place offered an intoxicating sense of adventure; new cultures to experience, exotic foods to savor, breathtaking sights to take in, and, most importantly, intriguing Pokémon to meet.

Today, they were in Cascarrafa Town, seated at a quaint little café just on the edge of the bustling marketplace. From their spot, they had a perfect view of an ongoing auction in the town square, where merchants passionately haggled over rare treasures. The air was rich with the crisp scent of spring water cascading from the nearby falls, mixing with the warm breeze of the golden afternoon. The sky stretched endlessly above, a flawless shade of blue. It was a day that made being outside an absolute delight, especially with a fresh cup of tea in hand and beautiful sights to admire.

And by sights, Enot meant the stunning Pokémon they couldn't help but ogle from a distance.

"Sofanthiel? Are you there?"

Right. They had momentarily forgotten they were on the phone.

With a lazy smirk, the Furret lifted their sunglasses, adjusting them atop their beady black eyes before running a paw down the smooth, alternating stripes of dark and light brown fur along their long body. They grabbed the burner phone off the table, switching it off speaker and pressing it to their ear.

"Hey, Dad," they greeted casually, idly twirling a small, round egg with their tail. "Before you start nagging, mind calling me Enot? I can't risk anyone hearing my real name."

"...Out of billions of possible names you settled on that?"

"Yep." They grinned, taking a slow sip of tea while lazily flicking their tail to the side. "It's exotic. The folks love it."

A sigh crackled through the phone. "You're not flirting again, are you?"

"Nah," they said, earning another sigh—this time of relief. "I've been on call with you this whole time, and you're kind of a mood killer."

"Sofanthiel!"

"Enot," they corrected with a chuckle.

A brief silence. Then their father's voice, lower, more serious: "You do remember why we can only talk on burner cells once a year, don't you?"

"Mhmm," they hummed absently, though their attention had shifted to an Absol striding past. More specifically, to the way that Absol walked. With a slow, thoughtful lick of their lips, they added, "Yeah."

"Please, for the love of Arceus, go see your therapist—"

"He has a restraining order on me."

"Dammit, Sofan—Enot!"

Enot smirked as a couple strolled toward the café, hand in hand. Their amusement only grew as they downed the rest of their tea, setting the cup aside with a quiet clink.

"Hey, gotta call you back," they murmured into the phone, already smoothing down their fur.

"Please don't hang up—"

"Love you, bye!" They ended the call with a swift press of a button, barely suppressing a snicker.

As they stood, they idly tossed the smooth, pristine white egg between their paws. It wasn't a real egg, but they liked the way it felt, liked the way it looked. "Wish me luck, alright?" they mused at it.

As expected, the egg didn't respond. But Enot chuckled anyway, as if it had whispered something amusing just to them.

Tucking it back into their tail fur, they sauntered toward their new targets: a Nuzleaf and a Braixen, walking hand in hand.

"Hey," Enot purred, their eyes settling on the fire-type with an approving glance. "I couldn't help but notice how beautiful you are."

The Braixen blinked, her cheeks tinting pink.

Enot stepped closer, lowering their voice to something just above a whisper. "I know a cute little club around the corner if you want—"

"Excuse me."

The Nuzleaf suddenly wedged himself between them, glaring up at the unbothered Furret. "This is my girlfriend you're talking to."

Enot tilted their head slightly, their smirk never wavering. "Okay?" Leaning in, they let their voice drop to a husky murmur, just for the Nuzleaf to hear. "You could watch," they offered, watching in delight as the grass-type's face immediately flushed.

Then, ever so smoothly, Enot added, "Or you could join. I don't mind."

The couple froze. Both of their faces burned a deep, flustered red. They exchanged glances, as if—just for a moment—they were actually considering it.

And that, Enot thought, was the best part.

Enot's back slammed against the colorful wall of the club as the Braixen's lips crashed onto theirs. The fox was eager, her body pressing flush against them, her claws digging lightly into their fur. Around them, the club pulsed with energy—flashing neon lights cut through the dim haze, the pounding bass reverberated in their chest, and the air was thick with the scent of sweat, alcohol, and something vaguely fruity from the fog machines.

But right now, none of that mattered.

Enot was far more focused on the beautiful fox currently tangled in their arms. Their mouths moved together hungrily, tongues battling for dominance in a messy, intoxicating dance. Every press of her body against theirs sent a fresh thrill through them, a rush of heat that made their fur stand on end.

At least until they had to part for breath.

Grinning, Enot turned to the Nuzleaf standing nearby, the same one who had initially tried to protest their advances. With a teasing glint in their eyes, they grabbed the grass-type by the collar and pulled him in for a kiss as well. He had shown interest, hadn't he? It would've been rude to leave him out. Besides, fair was fair—they had just been making out with his girlfriend, so why not return the favor?

The Nuzleaf stiffened for a moment before melting into it, his hands hesitantly gripping Enot's arms.

"Enot?"

The Furret's ears twitched at the familiar voice calling their name. Pulling away from the man, they turned their head toward the sound—only to find a Chandelure hovering nearby. The ghost's ethereal flames flickered in agitation, shifting subtly from their usual purple to a frustrated, fiery orange.

Enot blinked. "Cady?"

"Katie!" the Chandelure snapped, exasperated. They gestured wildly between Enot and the confused couple. "Who are these two?!"

Enot glanced between the Braixen and Nuzleaf, then shrugged. "No clue. We haven't really gotten to names yet."

The Nuzleaf cleared his throat awkwardly. "Uh… Steve."

"Arienne," the Braixen added with a small, flustered wave.

"Enot," they replied smoothly, tipping an imaginary hat.

Katie let out a sharp, frustrated sigh. "We've been dating for three hours, and you're already cheating on me!"

"No, no, we agreed on an open relationship," Enot corrected, though even they sounded uncertain. "At least… I'm pretty sure that's what we agreed on."

"We agreed to be open with each other in our relationship," Katie growled, their flames flaring even hotter. "As in, communication first and foremost!"

"Oh." Enot blinked, tilting their head. "I misheard."

Katie's flames crackled with a dangerous intensity, their light casting eerie shadows across the club walls. Arienne and Steve exchanged a look, before the Nuzleaf cleared his throat.

"So… are we continuing or…?"

"Okay, okay, I can fix this." Enot clapped their paws together, stepping confidently between the three of them with a grin. "Ever heard of a fourway?"

Dead silence.

Three pairs of unimpressed eyes locked onto them.

Enot recognized those looks instantly. Their time here was officially up.

With a nervous chuckle, they took a step back. Then another. Then— Several small blasts of Embers and a barrage of Razor Leaves shot past their head.

"Alright, alright! I get it!" They ducked and spun on their heels, making a mad dash for the exit. Weaving through the crowd, dodging stray drinks and stumbling dancers, they practically tumbled out of the club doors and onto the cool pavement outside.

Leaning back against the window, they caught their breath, peering inside just in time to see the couple and Katie… started making out.

Huh. Well, at least they found love. Or lust. Not that it mattered.

With a small smirk and a shrug, Enot pushed off from the building and strolled down the street, whistling a little tune. They passed a row of storefronts, their reflection flickering in the glass, before something caught their eye.

They backtracked a step, turning their head toward a display of televisions in an electronics store window. The screens all played the same commercial, but Enot didn't care what it was selling.

Their attention was entirely on her.

A Lopunny stood center stage in the ad, alongside a Sneasler. But the Sneasler barely registered in Enot's mind. No, their gaze was locked onto the Lopunny—the sheer vision of beauty that she was. Her long, toned legs that seemed to go on forever. Her soft pink eyes, winking right at the camera. The way her lips curved into a playful giggle, full and inviting.

Holy crap, Enot thought, completely mesmerized. She's a bombshell.

"Be sure to sign up today!" The Lopunny chirped brightly, her voice like silk, her smile utterly devastating.

Enot didn't even process what she was advertising. All they knew was one thing:

If this commercial was offering any chance of meeting her, they were absolutely signing up.

Whatever it was, it didn't matter.

It was bound to be fun!

Name: Sofantheil 'Enot' Inv

Species: Furret

Age: 25

Sexuality: Pansexual

Hometown: Lumiose City, Kalos

Created By: CriticaLee

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