The sun filtered through the leafy canopy above, dappling the ground with burrs of light. In the shade, a leafeon lounged upon a small rock, eyes partially closed, seeming to be very comfortable. The fur around her eyes were damp, and however much she tried to conceal it, she couldn't hide the fact that she had been crying. Her shiny eyes reflected the sunshine around her, and she blinked rapidly, trying to get ahold of herself.

She hadn't thought that it would have happened like this, but just like life loved to do so often, she was wrong. 

Jasmine had always grown up in a household where monogamy was important, and reflected your character and self control as a pokemon. Her mother and father were always happy together, and to her it seemed like it should be easy. 

A sudden image flashed through her head, a Mightyena mounted on top of a Jolteon, moaning, "I love you... God, I love you!"

A new tear trailed down her face, and she buried her maw in her paws in dismay. Two years, gone to waste. She had never asked to be with someone who would do something like this to her. Never. Her dream was to grow with her old mate, Jaren. Have a family. Tell their children to be faithful and proud, and they would have a wonderful life full of love and warmth. But that, as it stood right now, was a big lie. 

She stood up suddenly, her legs not shaking anymore. 

She had run, as soon as she walked in on them. She had run far and fast, her small shape weaving through the undergrowth of the forest, whatever attempt the Mightyena might have made to chase her were in vain. That was fine with her. She did know that Jaren's nose was awfully keen, but she had a sneaking suspicion that he wasn't coming for her. 

Regardless, she began to trot forward, leaving the sun dappled clearing, and the rock. 

"I should have seen this coming." She noted bitterly. Jaren had been getting more distant, less interested in her sexually and mentally, and she had written it off as stress. Jaren was a lead associate of the Henra Leauge, a committe dedicated to rescuing pokemon from abusive trainers, or mates. The Henra Leauge had been in the works with Jaren and a couple of close friends for a few years now, and a year before Jasmine and him had met, they put the gears in motion to make it real. So far, the success was immense. Pokemon were brought to the Henra forest, where the little Leafeon had grown up, as well as Jaren, and were taught to be independent, and stand up for themselves. Jasmine had been infatuated with the idea of such a strong and caring pokemon, that the Mightyena nearly swept her off of her feet at first sight. Lately, there had been a massive amounts of reports from near and far of pokemon needing help. Jaren and his team had grown a lot in the three years, but the team he had wasn't enough to help all of the pokemon he had wanted to.

Jasmin had spent long nights awake, comforting the usually grumpy and tired Mightyena, soothing his anxieties, and trying to help as best as she could. 

All for nothing.

The leafeon was still traveling through the forest, not entirely knowing where she was. The leaves were beginning to thicken and darken, but she wasn't very concerned. This forest was her home, and it embraced her, comforted her, wherever she was. 

A snap of a twig jolted her back into reality.

She spun around, half expecting the sorry son of a bitch to be standing there, ears down, begging for forgiveness...

Instead, she was surprised to see a tall figure standing in the shadows, between the trees. It seemed to duck quickly, then think better of it, and raise up. 

"Hello? Who are you?" Jasmin called out, wondering if it was a rescued pokemon, or a wild one from abouts here.

The figure moved forward, into a small halo of light, and Jasmin instantly recognized the pokemon. It was Ren the Lycanrock, one of the other lead associates of the Henra Leauge. He was in a slightly lower positon than Jaren, as Jaren had appointed himself leader in the very beginning. Ren was his second in command.

"Oh, hello there." She said, lowering her guard a bit. "What are you doing here?"

"I could ask you the same thing." Ren responded quickly, his usually stern eyes holding a strange gentleness that Jasmine had never seen before. 

"Oh, I'm just..." Jasmine couldn't think of what to say. She couldn't ruin Jaren's reputation as the amazing leader that the pokemon depended on him to be. "I'm just taking a walk."

The Lycanroc flicked his tail, a slight sign of agitation. The leafeon's heart quickened. Did he already know?

"I saw you back at the Sheev."

Jasmine's face instantly turned red, and she turned away partially. She supposed she shouldn't be surprised. Ren was known for his soilder attitude, and tendancy to stroll the forest, acting as a guardian, looking for trouble to squash. He must have caught her scent by the natural buildings that the pokemon made and  lived in... Where she found Jaren and that stupid, stupid Jolteon...

Just thinking about it made a fresh, hot tear run from her eye. She didn't want to look Ren in the eyes. Crying in front of other always made her embarassed. It made her feel weak and small, and the Lycanrock's nearly emotionless ways didn't help. She knew that he wouldn't understand.

"I also saw what you were running from."

She kept her head partially turned, her big ears flattening slightly. "How?"

Ren rolled his eyes, and huffed. "The way you ran out of that house, and the fact that a disheveled Jaren and Lela emerged right after? I can only imagine what caused that kind of reaction from you. You've always been very conserved."

The leafeon snivled a little, using her paws to wiper her cheek. She hadn't known the Jolteon's name until now, and hearing it made everything so much worse. She had wanted to believe it was a wild pokemon, not a rescued one. Because her being rescued meaned that the Mightyena had been seeing her for awhile, and had considered the consequences, and hadn't stopped himself.

"Where the hell did she even come from!?" Jasmin shouted suddenly, stomping a paw on the ground. "It isn't fair. I've always been good to him. It isn't fair." She sunk to the ground, once again burying her head in her paws. 

Ren remained silent, watching the Leafeon struggle to fight back her overwhelming emotions. 

"I just dont' get it, I guess." She said, after the silence began to hurt her ears. 

The Lycanrock sighed, and began walking towards the Leafeon quietly, his eyes low to the ground. 

"I just wanted to be loved, that's all I've ever wanted, and he gave what I deserved to someone else." She continued, not noticing the advancing Ren.

She felt a paw underneath her chin, her head tilting upwards, towards the Lycanrock. Their eyes locked, pools of deep blue and green inches away from eachother. Nobody spoke for a moment, and Jasmine swore her heart skipped a beat. She never noticed how pretty his eyes were... His scent enveloped her for a moment, just a moment, before he brought her chin forward, towards his, and placed his lips gently against hers.

The leafeon was paralyzed, in shock. But after a second, she pulled back slowly, uncertain of what this meant. 

The Lycanrock was still looking into her eyes, and all of his attention seemed to be focused on the small eeveeloution before him.

She blinked back tears, and asked the only question she could manage to ask. "Why?"

He sighed, and looked beyond her. "I've been waiting a long time for him to fuck up." He chuckled, a small catch at the end of his voice. "I just wish that it wasn't hurting you so much." 

Jasmine was confused. "You've never paid any attention to me before." She protested slightly. 

Ren snorted. "What was I supposed to do, try and make a move on the Henra League's leaders' girlfriend? I wasn't given any chances." He explained, cocking his head slightly. "But since he decided to take a field trip with one of the rescues, I'm... hoping that this is my chance." He spoke low, his deep voice like honey to Jasmine's ears. 

She suddenly shook her head. "I can't." She bit her lip, conflicting emotions rising inside of her.

The Lycanroc stepped forward, ever near her. "Why not?" He whispered, his nose nearly touching hers. 

The leafeon said nothing in return.

So, the male Lycanroc kissed her, again. But this time, there was more to it. Jasmine had been deprived of attention and love for so long, the need suddenly arised in her, and she kissed him back. Their warm, wet lips locked, slid against eachother, and they only pulled away from one another to take quick gulps of air. 

Gradually, the Lycanrock began moving on top of her. She was slightly panicked, wondering if Jaren was going to show up anytime soon... But soon enough, the only thing she could focus on was Ren's soft, long fur, brushing against hers, and the smell that surrounded her, musky and safe...

She was now on her back, legs spreading slowly, as the Lycanroc positioned himself inbetween them. She felt something long and hard pressing against her thighs, and looked down, as the Lycanrock began biting her neck, softly and passionately. 

"Jesus!" She exclaimed, taking in his full length. He was at least seven inches, a lot bigger than her old Mightyena. 

The Lycanroc stopped for a moment and looked down as well. "Yes?" He asked, smiling slightly. 

"I... I don't know if that'll fit." She observed quietly, her area already quivering with anticipation. 

Ren chuckled softly. "Well, I can take measures to make sure that it does..." He replied, a mishevious gleam in his icy eyes. 

Now he had her curious. "How so?" She said, wondering what he had meant. 

He backed up slightly, slowly, his nibbles moving towards her belly. "What are you doing?" She asked hurriedly. He met that question with a gaze, as his mouth moved lower and lower down her body. "Oh, god..." His little bites left her skin tingling.

She felt his tounge moving between her thighs, up and down, not touching any of the sensitive areas just yet. She was sure that the mess of wetness down there would turn him away. Instead, she felt a broad, long stroke of his tounge against her pussy, running the length of it. She moaned in response, her eyes shut in ecstacy. 

Ren licked his lips, tasting her juices. How anyone would have fucked a Jolteon instead of this beauty was beyond him. "Tasty." He said, and began to go to work once more. Being eaten out was a rare thing, and the Leafeon has only ever expirenced it half heartedly from her old mate. But this was completely different. The Lycanrock's tongue was swirling in such in amazing way, hitting all of the right places, finding her clit with no problem. 

"Oh my gosh..." She moaned bashfully, her paws on her belly, pressing down, trying to contain the squeaks and noises that escaped her gaping maw. She was getting awfully close. "Oh, Ren, Ren..." She muttered, her back arching into his large tounge, pressing herself into him. "I'm getting close..."

He didn't let up, and the Leafeon began to squirm. In response, he put his paws on either side of her body, holding her in place. The restrition turned on Jasmine more than she had expected. 

The pressure became unbearable, and she panted, and moaned. "I'm...!" She couldn't finish the sentence, her body starting to shake with pleasure. "Oh!" She threw her head back, her heart racing, and Ren's tounge still working on her regions. She felt warm liquid dripping down her ass, but the Lycanroc didn't stop. He was cradeling her between his arms, but firmly holding her in place. 

She couldn't take it anymore! She felt like exploding... And in a sense, she did. Liquids squirted from her vagina, covering the lycanroc's face. After the Leafeon began seeing stars, did he let up. He raised his head, her come dripping down his chin. "I'm so sorry." She began, but was quickly cut off by Ren shoving his lips aginst hers.

"Don't be sorry." He said whenever he pulled away. Jasmine's own mouth was soaking from Ren's. "That was hot." He grinned at her.

"And now," he said, moving over her once more, "Time for the fun part."