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“Umbreon… I love you.” You hug your faithful companion. You feel like going right to sleep, but just there with your pants down and his mess still dripping from you, but that is too risky. Instead, you get up and start cleaning the both of you up, making a note to buy more Pecha berries and maybe some antidotes in the future. Umbreon follows you, though he can’t be of much help with packing up. After putting the table and chairs back, you head into your tent, Umbreon now taking quite a bit more space inside it than he did as an Eevee. Laying down, you embrace him again, and closing your eyes, you fall asleep to the smell of the Pokemon who just mated you. He may look different now, but this is still the Eevee you’ve always known inside, one who would protect you with his life, but apparently also will fuck you senseless when the opportunity arises. You’ve never felt safer or happier in your life as you do when you drift off the sleep then, and you know that there will be many more nights like this in the future.
