Flare let out a soft cry as she was hurled from the building and into the back alley. It was a noise she rarely made, one she hadn’t made for a very long time as she looked back at the silhouetted figure of Greyson in the dim light of the club. 
The young blaziken lay there, resisting the tears boiling behind her eyes as the door slammed shut and she looked down at her arm: it was broken, so badly that the bone was sticking out of her feathers and was bleeding profusely. Already the natural heat her body produced was being drained by the cold rain and the loss of blood. With a grunt Flare slammed down on her forearm, setting the bone back into place and she gasped in pain. She looked back up at the shut door and then pulled herself to her feet. What on earth had happened?
A few weeks ago, she’d just started losing her fights. She hadn’t been trying any less, fighting any differently… At first it was just one fight, then another… Then suddenly she just couldn’t win. Maybe all the males she was put up against had finally stopped underestimating her. As strong as she was, and even with her favorable typing, her body still had it’s natural limits from age and gender, and an experienced older male who wasn’t distracted by the fact he was fighting a 13 year old girl didn’t seem to have too much of a problem landing enough blows. They had stopped underestimating her… She hadn’t realized how much she relied on that. And now she had just lost her last fight, and Greyson had broken her arm and three ribs, then threw her onto the street as punishment. Her stomach knotted and she looked around the alley. What was this feeling? It was… Foreign, yet somehow familiar. Nervousness? Fear? Flare looked back at the door one last time before wandering off into the rainy night. 
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A month had passed since Flare was kicked out. Her arm had mostly healed, though it was still tender to the touch. She had managed to steal enough food to stay alive, but her toned muscles had faded into nothing more than a feathery belly, soft to the touch. It wasn’t like she couldn’t take a hit anymore, but certainly not as well. 
“Fuck…” she grumbled as she bit into a piece of bread. As much as she’d tried, there wasn’t much of a way to stay in shape while on the street. She knew better than to just attack random pedestrians in the street and her only release of sexual tension had been her own fingers, and the amount of food she was successfully stealing was dwindling. She’d only been able to steal a loaf of bread last time, and she had a feeling that her luck was running thin. 
Fear was becoming a real, tangible thing for her, for the first time since she’d met Greyson she was afraid, and she hated herself for it. “Fear is for the weak!” she’d tell herself, but all those lost fights were still in her mind... She was weak. And she was only getting weaker. A soft whimper escaped her, an unfamiliar sound, followed by something wet rolling down her cheek. She reached up to brush it away, then looked into the sky: the sun was setting, and there wasn’t a dark cloud in the sky. Was she crying? Another drop rolled down her cheek and she quickly brushed it away, but then they didn’t stop. She finally just gave in, pulled her knees up to her chest and cried. Again, she hated herself for it, and she couldn’t admit it, even think it, but it felt good… It felt good to cry, though she did so silently. The release felt good, and she cried until she fell asleep. 


She woke up to the feel of a hand on her shoulder and her reflexes kicked in. She leaped to her feet, placing a well-placed punch to the offender’s chest, or it was intended to be. Whoever it was jumped out of the way in the knick of time.
“Hey! Hey! Calm down, I’m not gonna hurt you!” the voice was calm, soothing… A tone that Flare didn’t think she ever remembered hearing. It took a second for her to clear her vision and she focused on who it was: a typhlosion male, maybe 18 years old. He had his hands raised in a calming but defensive position. “It’s alright. I’m not gonna hurt you. Just put your fists down, alright?” he asked. 
Flare looked down to see herself in an offensive position, a sloppy one though. She growled angrily at herself and then looked back at the older male while fixing her position.
“What do you want?” she asked with a glare; her voice sounded smaller than it had before, she noticed. 
“Are you alright?” the male asked her, concern still in his voice. That was a question Flare couldn’t remember anyone asking her either. Concern hadn’t ever been something she’d been the focus of. 
“N-no!” she growled at him, unsure of how to answer such a question. “Do I look like I’m alright?!” 
“Not really, but I thought I’d ask… You look like you could use a bit of help, and if you just put your hands down, I can he-”
“I don’t need any help!” Flare cut him off, “Especially not from some stupid male! And I’m not just some child!” she squawked. The typhlosion seemed unfazed by this.
“I never called you a child or talked down to you,” he countered, “But I can give you some food and a warm place to sleep, if you’ll calm down,” he offered. 
Flare glared at him for a while, hoping he would leave. He didn’t though and she finally just lowered her fists, but kept her footing. “Why? What do you expect to get out of it?” she asked him. 
“Nothing,” he shook his head and relaxed a little bit. “Now, are you gonna take my offer or not?” he asked and hesitated a moment before holding a hand out to her. Flare looked away for a moment, thinking. She could just beat the shit out of him, take his money and go, maybe rape him to. She looked back at him to see something startling: a genuine smile. She was a bit taken aback by this… The only times she’d seen Greyson smile were when he thought he was raping her, and whenever she won a fight, but those smiles all seemed different than this boy’s. She hesitated as well before placing her hand in his, though her other hand was balled into a tight fist, ready to knock him over the head if he tried anything, and she almost hit him just when he felt his furry fingers wrap around hers and gently pull her forwards. 
“See? It’s alright. I’m not gonna hurt you. You’re safe,” he said softly. 
“Not like you could hurt me if you tried…” she grumbled.
“Probably not,” he agreed with a soft chuckle and guided her out into the street and to a car parked under a lamp post. 
“You stopped?” she asked him, suddenly confused about why he did, but no one else seemed to really give her a second glance. “Why would you stop for me?”
“A little something called empathy and compassion… And I have a feeling that you’ve deprived of most of those. but I can fix that. What’s your name?” he asked as he opened the passenger door for her. 
The young blaziken paused for a moment before answering “Flare” and then taking her seat. 
“It’s nice to meet you, Flare. I’m Andrew. You can call me Eon,” he gave her a friendly wink and then closed the door and walked to the other side and took his seat at the wheel. 
They drove in silence for about 40 minutes before coming to a nice residential area and he stopped in front of a decently sized house. 
“Alright. This is my house,” he said and got out, then opened her door for her. “How’s the arm?” he asked her. 
“How did you-”
“I can see where you burnt it shut, and you keep rubbing it. What happened?”
“It… It got broken…” she admitted without looking at him and then looked down at her arm. 
“Oh… I’ll call a doctor for you, if you’d like,” he offered her, concern once again in his voice. She didn’t think she could get used to that tone, though she thought that she liked it, even if it made him seem emotionally weak.
“No. I’m fine,” she said bluntly and then walked up to the front door, but it was locked when she tried it. “Can’t just go barging into people’s homes,” Eon chuckled behind her as he grabbed a key and unlocked the door, then pushed it open and let Flare in. The entryway was hard wood floors, and just beyond the short hall was a living room with plush carpet, which she quickly but discreetly made her way to and let out a soft sigh as her hurting feet made contact with the soft material and she curled her toes in it. Eon, meanwhile, had flicked on a few lights and made his way into the kitchen. “Want some soup?” he offered her, “Maybe a sandwich? Both?” 
Flare turned and glared at him, “Both. With as much meat as possible,” she said in as commanding of a tone as she could muster. “Or sushi. Give me sushi if you have it.”
“No sushi, sorry,” the typhlosion shook his head as he pulled out a can of soup and all the ingredients for one hell of a sandwich. He quickly went about microwaving the soup then threw the sandwich together with ham, turkey, avocado, lettuce, and tomato. The microwave beeped and Eon placed the bowl of soup on a plate next to the thick sandwich then set the plate on the table. 
“Alright, come get it,” he called over to Flare, who was walking around the carpeted living room. She glared over at Eon when he called for her, “Don’t tell me what to do,” she growled at him, but walked to the table and sat down while Eon went and got a spoon for her then sat down across the table and just watched her eat.
Flare devoured the meal voraciously then let out a masculine burp. That was a damned good sandwich. “Could have been better,” she told him with a huff then looked up at him to catch him staring. “What are you staring at, ass hole?” she growled at him and clenched her fists.
“Has anyone ever told you you have pretty eyes?” he asked her, “Because you do. You have beautiful eyes,” he said with a warm smile. The comment took Flare by surprise and she only opened and closed her mouth a few times, her angry and agitated expression softening. 
“M-my eyes?” she asked with confusion and glanced over towards a decorative mirror hanging near the table before giving him a death glare again. “Sh-shut up! Why are you acting like that?” she asked angrily. She was confused by this boy. Everyone she’d ever known had only ever been cruel and aggressive with her, from the man who raised her to the idiots she used to fight. Suddenly she’s in the “real world” and it’s nothing like how she was raised. 
“I’m just being nice,” Eon said quietly, “I think you have pretty eyes. You’re just generally a pretty girl,” he admitted with a light blush growing on his cheeks. 
Flare’s cheeks were turning red as well, but she didn’t think it was out of anger… It didn’t feel like anger. Even still, she funneled it into a punch towards the older teen’s face. His eyes widened and he dodged the first one, but the second one connected with his cheek and he fell out of his seat while Flare stood over him.
“Arceus… Fuck…” he mumbled as he rubbed his cheek and slowly stood. 
“For god’s sake hit me! Do something!” Flare nearly begged him, “Do anything but be so fucking nice!” she yelled at him and grabbed her head and stared down at her toes. She could feel tears welling up again and she tried her hardest to hold them back. “Fucking hit me! Hit me!” she screamed, her body tensing up, waiting for a punch or a kick or an open handed slap… Anything… Instead she felt two hands wrap around her back and Eon’s warm chest against her cheek. This was new. It was gentle… Warm… Affectionate. And she wasn’t sure if she liked it or not. It took her only a moment to decide that she did, but that would be a secret, even as she leaned into him and began to cry again. 
Next thing she knew, she was waking up on the sofa with her head in Eon’s lap. The male’s large hands were resting on her hips and she looked down to find herself fully clothed. He hadn’t had sex with her while she slept? She looked up to see that the typhlosion was sleeping and that his shirt had several tear marks and some dried blood from claw marks were showing through his fur, undoubtedly from her, and for the first time in her life she felt bad for what she had done. She wouldn’t apologize, no… That was weakness… She didn’t move though. Instead she just closed her eyes and cuddled a little closer to the larger fire type. She didn’t  fall asleep again, but the feel of his hand on her side and his steady breathing were calming to her. 
When Eon woke up, she was still laying on his lap and he smiled softly down at her and moved his hand up to gently brush her shoulder and then her hair-like feathers for a moment. 
“See? Everything’s alright?” he said quietly, assuming she was still asleep and he very gently moved her head off his lap while she feigned slumber. She kept her eyes closed as he stood and then she felt his warm breath against her cheek and then his lips pressed against her in a gentle, warm kiss that lasted no more than half a second but it made her cheeks burn up in a way she hadn’t felt before, or at least didn’t really recognize. The typhlosion walked off into the bathroom to check on the wounds he’d sustained while trying to keep her calm. Flare sat up once he was out of sight and gently touched her cheek. 
“I… I don’t understand…” she whispered and shook her head then leaned forwards and held her head in her hands. “I don’t understand…” 
Eon came out of the bathroom and looked over at Flare with a kind smile. “Good morning~” he said cheerfully as he walked over to her. He was shirtless now, showing off his broad chest. He wasn’t particularly muscular or anything. He was skinny even, but Flare decided he was fairly handsome, for a male. “Are you alright?” he asked and sat down beside her. She only nodded a little bit. “Are you hungry?” she nodded again, “How does eggs and bacon sound?”
“Fine…” she said quickly and when he stood up, she looked at him again. He had cleaned the blood from his fur, but she could still see the red lines from her claws and she looked down at her hands to see her fingers and claws still caked with blood and she frowned. 
“Are… You… Alright?” she spoke up and glanced towards him. 
“You bet,” he nodded as he got out the necessary ingredients for breakfast. It took about 20 minutes before he had the table set with all the food and two glasses of orange juice. 
“It’s all ready, whenever you are,” he called to her, recalling that she didn’t like being told what to do. 
Flare walked silently over to the table and took a seat, this time beside Eon. She didn’t say anything or look at him as she ate, but secretly she was grateful. He was unlike anyone she’d ever met. In spite of his kindness, she could tell there was something darker beneath it all though, something he didn’t like to share. She didn’t know how she knew that, and didn’t think she wanted to know what it was, but that made him attractive to her as well. 
“I’ll go and get you sushi for dinner tonight,” Eon said as he finished the last of his orange juice and took another piece of bacon, “Sound good?”
“Yes…” she nodded after a moment and helped herself to another plate full of food, “Th… Thank you…” she hesitated to say it, but he seemed like he at least deserved a bit of gratitude. She finally looked back at him and saw the kind smile on his face again. He seemed like he could be so easy to manipulate because of his kindness, that she could get him to do whatever she wanted him to, but that darkness she sensed about him made her not want to. She cleared her mind of the thought and quickly finished her breakfast, then Eon took both their plates to the sink while she sat there. 
“Do… You really think I’m pretty?” she asked quietly. The typhlosion looked up to her for a moment while cleaning the dishes and nodded. 
“Yes, I do…” he said after a moment then went about finishing the dishes. When he looked up again after finishing, Flare was naked in the living room, clearly none too shy about being naked, or at the very least bare chested. The typhlosion’s face went red and a small flame puffed out of his mouth. 
“Come here. You’re going to have sex with me.” It was a command, but it definitely seemed unsure, and she didn’t know how he’d react. He just smiled softly at her though and made his way towards her. 
“Are you sure?” he asked gently and she tensed up as he approached, her hands balling into fists instinctively, but she forced herself to open them again and she nodded. Eon didn’t seem to need a third invitation and his lips were very quickly against the younger fire type’s and his hands were around her lower back. “Alright~” he grinned as he pulled his lips from hers, a bit of drool hanging between their tongues. Lust filled Flare’s eyes as she watched him, but a new kind, a passive kind of lust, the kind that she’d wanted to show towards Greyson but couldn’t because he’d have stopped having sex with her if she’d shown she liked it. But that didn’t matter now. Her hands went up and wrapped around his neck as he lay her down on her back on the soft carpet, his lips sealed tightly against hers while she moaned softly. 
“A-ahh!” she moaned as he moved down towards her under-developed breasts and licked her nipples. Though they used to be tough, used to taking punches, the month in which she’d been homeless had softened them as well as the rest of her body and Eon’s soft touch was a stimulus to her as much as his lips around her nipples, which had perked up as the warm saliva cooled around them between Eon’s sucking. Her hands rested between Eon’s ears as she moaned and cooed and chirped with pleasure. 
The typhlosion gradually moved down her belly, his warm tongue licking down the softened muscle and he kissed around her tummy affectionately while massaging her hips and thighs. She liked being able to enjoy letting him do as he pleased, even though it wasn’t nearly as aggressive as she would have liked for him to be. These thoughts vanished though as his long, tapered tongue parted her already moist labia and pressed in deeply while his lips sealed against her slit. She cried out in pleasure as the long tongue explored her folds, which in her youth were still tight and confining, in spite of the aggressive sex she’d had. Her cries of pleasure became louder and more passionate as Eon began grinding his teeth against her clit and gently tugging at her labia with his sharp fangs, while still swirling his tongue about within her tight canal. She let out a loud cry as she had one of the hardest orgasms she’d ever experienced and she whined needily. 
“M-more!! P-put your cock in me!” she begged, and Eon obliged her immediately. He lifted her legs into the air after finally dropping his pants and pressed his rock hard, six inch cock against her lips for only a moment before hilting her with it and he stayed like that as he dragged his warm tongue up her softened soles from her heel to the tip of each toe. He did this several times on her right foot while beginning to thrust, slowly at first, but he gradually got more aggressive with his thrusts as he suckled on her toes and licked passionately between them, which only turned Flare on even more. Eon switched to her other foot about halfway through as Flare dug her hands into the carpet while the typhlosion skillfully danced his tongue around her sensitive soles and her eyes shut tightly while her tongue rolled out of her mouth and she continued to moan and pant as Eon’s warm pre leaked into her waiting pussy, but still he didn’t cum, even as she clenched around him and tried to milk it out. He bit into her toes and sole, which made her gasp and she came again, her body tensing up as he licked the blood from the punctures. He then pulled out and rolled her onto her belly with her butt in the air; now this is what she liked. The typhlosion’s cock quickly filled her again and he leaned over her, his using his new position to thrust even harder against her tight pussy while biting into her shoulder.
He pounded her until he finally orgasmed, and his thick, hot cum filled her tight cunt. The orgasm also made him bite down harder into her shoulder, drawing more blood and he suckled it from the wound before pulling his head back. 
“Good girl~” he whispered softly to her and turned her head to kiss her lips again, then he nuzzled against the back of her head affectionately. “You’re a good girl~ My good girl~” 
“N-no…” she protested weakly, suffering from the afterglow and haze of sexual pleasure. “N-not yours… Not your girl…” she growled weakly but only clenched around his cock, milking any remaining cum from the thick shaft. “Not yours…”
“Yes, mine~” he countered and reached down to gently brush his furry fingertips against her soles, making her toes spread out and he gave another thrust into her. “My good girl~” 
“No… Not yours… Your… Good girl…” she shook her head while looking up at him with a soft whimper and he leaned in to kiss the tip of her beak, then on her mouth and his tongue interlocked with hers for a moment. 
“My good girl~” he repeated affectionately.
“Your good girl…” she whimpered softly, her purple eyes searching his blue ones and finding safety in them, but also that underlying darkness. “M-my master…?” she questioned but he shook his head and rolled her over onto her back again without pulling out, then adjusted them so he was laying on his back and she was laying on his chest and he kissed tenderly around her neck and cheeks. 
“I’m not your master, but you’re my good girl, okay? My strong, good girl?” he smiled at her and she finally just let out a soft whimper and nodded then nuzzled under his neck, finding comfort in his warm embrace.