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One day while enjoying a suspiciously quiet and peaceful morning in a forest of The Grand Duchy Of the Farthest North-reach, Anima, there awoke an umbreon weighing no more than 4.2 stones. A shy and reserved boy that one was. He never really liked the idea of sticking out or even bringing attention to himself, which in turn led him to hate his Bright Yellow rings all umbreons come with. Though he was grateful he wasn't one of those snobby, shiny umbreons who never shut up about how “bright” and “luminous” their rings are. And how all the girls...- Ahem anyways... This umbreon would stretch and yawn as he left his little den of sorts to try and get the day started.

He, as always expected his siblings to pester him, ask him nonsensical questions and such because they had nothing better to do, but it was strangely quiet today. He looked around everywhere; behind trees, in the other dens, hell, even in some of the trees since his siblings had a habit of climbing into them to get the jump on him or their parents who were also strangely missing! He had the not so bright idea to check in on his parents' den even though it was strictly forbidden for one reason or another. It was never explained really, but parents tend not to give the whole truth for a while or- ever sadly. Even so, there he was sneaking around the room terrified of what might happen if he was caught.

“Mom? Dad? Are you there?” no response. “uhm... dad? My siblings aren't anywhere either, and I was wondering if you knew where they went?” No response. After that, he went to their bed and looked around sniffing when suddenly the smell of metal caught his nose. Scared, he pressed on. His nose was now covered in blood and was extremely disturbed as he wiped the blood from his nose, running out of his parents’ den in a panic. He wasn't sure where his parents or siblings were but he knew one thing was he wasn't going to stay here and find out what happened. They were gone even if he didn't want to accept that truth but whether they just abandoned him or disappeared, or in other words… death. The poor boy was brought to tears because of it, but his crying was sadly cut short as he was caught by a rope which caught onto his ankle, he bounced for a bit in the air, looking around while hyperventilating now.

Then suddenly, there was a bag over his head. He was thrown around and handled poorly. Before long, he was in a cage being stared down by a human, who was trashing and criticizing his form, his body. Comments ranged from “it's too big”, “how the hell is this thing 60lbs? It was definitely at least 100!”, and “doesn’t look like this one could be a breeder huh? Hell, I don't think there’s a bitch who’d want this pathetic excuse of a “stud”, we could sell his remains as meat for a nice profit no?”
Hearing all of this only made the umbreon panic again. He started to cry realizing he was about to die but the thought of being with his family again put him at ease. If only for a little bit- then he heard a younger, more innocent voice, “hey c’mon leave the umbreon alone. You can’t just execute every pokemon that doesn’t fit what we need- hell what you need, you greedy pig.”

“You shut your mouth, kid. We need to get something on the table, remember? We ran out of money and pokemon to sell. And we need it fast.”
“Then I'd rather struggle and starve than have you kill another innocent life like the monster you are dad.”, that was enough to set off the father as he left in a huff, slamming the door behind him.

There, the young teenager, who appeared to be around 16, would kneel down and look at the umbreon with their eyes locked with his.

“Hey, you want something to eat? Don’t believe whatever my dad says, I think you’re a healthy size and weight for an umbreon your age. You are young like me after all!” they would reach into the cage, trying to give him an oran berry but he would end up biting the hand out of feeling in danger. Threatened, the teenager would pull back, obviously rattled, but then they would shake off the pain, “hey it's okay, i’m not going to hurt you. I’ll make sure my dad doesn’t lay a finger on you. I can promise you that, alright? Please hang in there for me.” After that the teen would leave him alone, leaving the room and locking the door sadly. The umbreon would nibble on the berry as he wasn’t sure when he would get more so he made them count. He would at least get comfortable on the cold, hard floor of the cage. Eventually, he would try to formulate a plan to try and escape. He will, he has too. Only time will tell as he slowly drifted off into sleep…

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A day or so has passed since our umbreon friend was captured and well… he’s going through some changes at the moment; Mentally, physically, emotionally, and as well as intimately. Poor boy didn’t get much time to deal with these feelings individually, but only time will tell for our hero. As the boy woke up from the cold and hard floor of his cage, he stretched and looked around to see if he could make out any of his surroundings but much to his dismay he couldn’t hear or see any other pokemon around for that matter. Though he could hear that friendly-ish teenager and their father arguing over something. It’s not like it’s his business but he decided to listen anyway,

“Dad, don't touch the umbreon. He’s clearly distressed and you’re only making it worse!”

“Listen, kid I already told you. If this umbreon doesn’t become breeding material we’re gonna have to kill him and sell his pelt for good fortune. Umbreon fur is surprisingly really warm.”

“Well still I won't let you! He’s still a living creature. I wish you’d see him as that and not just something for profits.”

“Listen here Tyler, you’re still a fucking child. I don't expect your dumbass to understand why I'm doing what I'm doing. Maybe when you’re my age and you have your own selfish fucking brats you’ll understand.” 

And after that the dad storms off, his boots making an unforgettable “boom” while he walks. He slammed the door as he left. Where, might you ask? Probably to catch more innocent pokemon. The teen just stood there angry while they held back from crying for a moment saying, “My name isn’t Tyler anymore, you asshole.” and with that, they made their way to the room the umbreon is currently stationed in. The teen would kneel down again and stare at the umbreon for a bit, the umbreon would stare back locking eyes with them before looking away, mostly out of respect, but mainly because of anxiety.

“Hi again. Do you have a name, little guy? Anything to call you by?” the umbreon would shake his head no since he was still afraid to speak. 

“Hmm… Well, I'll be sure to give you a name. He may not listen to me but I'll see if I can convince my dad to let me keep you as a pet!” his eyes would widen with fear, shaking his head as he backed up into the cage further.

“Huh? Is everything okay…- oh shoot, did you hear my conversation with my dad? Look, I'm not trying to trick you or anything. I genuinely want to be your friend. I want to make you feel safe here while you’re stuck in this cage. I’ll even… let you out for a bit, how about that?” 

He pondered for a moment then nodded seeing as this would be the perfect chance to escape. So with that, the teen would get up happily and giddy. After Retrieving the keys, They’d kneel down and open the cage, smiling at the umbreon while still feeling super anxious. He would stretch, popping something in the process as he let out a little moan of relief. The teen would giggle then they would try to pet him but he would back up, “oh you’re still nervous? That’s okay. If you end up staying then will you let me pet you at least once? Please? Your fur looks so nice and soft!” He’d sigh happily and looked down, then look back up at them.

“look i just… I don't really like it when others touch me. Let alone the child of some guy who wants to kill me! But if killing me will do good things for you then you can do it.” and with that cat out of the bag the teen’s mouth was held agape, shocked that he can indeed speak, “o-oh my god! You can speak? Could you speak this whole time? Or did you just learn from here my dad and I talk? Or was it in a moment of stress?”

they went on and on with their questions which very obviously overwhelmed the umbreon before waving with his paws to stop, “I… I guess I learned like you. My parents taught me when I was little and well it stuck. Nothing much else to it other than me being an umbreon and you a human.”

“I see, I see. Were your parents anything like mine? Or were they super cool and better?”

“Well I wouldn't exactly say better but… it's not like I can check anymore. I'm pretty sure they’re dead along with my siblings. I’m the only survivor from whatever attacked us while I was asleep.”

“O-oh I’m sorry. I didn't know… I didn't mean to open any unwanted wounds if I did.”

“No, it's okay. It's not like you would have known but… can I see the outside? Like out of this room? It's all I've been in for a while." The teen would think for a little bit, then he’d open the door for him as he made a mad-dash for the actual exit, crashing into the door as he just braces again then jumps through the window; receiving a few cuts on his face and arms but he’d rather the scars than being flat out killed.

“W-wait where are you going, little umbreon? Come back!” the teen called out for him as they opened the door and gave chase for the umbreon.They saw him suddenly drop “dead” in the snow which made them panic even more and eventually making it to his body, scoping him up and immediately checking to see what happened to him, “luckily” it wasn't an actual gunshot but it was a tranquilizer. This wasn't any ordinary tranquilizer either, it was the kind that shuts off the victim’s entire body for an indefinite amount of time, it usually lasts multiple days. They wondered who would have shot him with the tranquilizer only to find out it was their dad, who was obviously not happy at his “bounty” almost getting away. He laid there panting, fading in and out of consciousness hearing the teen and their dad argue again. It was extremely unclear about what was happening but the thing he saw and heard was the teen yelling at their dad and the dad slapping the kid, all of that before he was knocked out for the following week…

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A week has passed since our umbreon was knocked out cold, he finally woke up back on that cold, hard metal floor. He was feeling fatigued, hungry, dizzy, thirsty, hell even tired somehow. He knew had to keep out of here and fast or else he would become dead meat. He didn’t have the world’s most impressive move-set mainly because he didn't like to fight- let alone confrontation, his move-set stayed pretty similar to when he was an eevee; Tackle, Bite, Tail-Whip, and Charm. He’s honestly surprised he didn't turn into sylveon when growing up, not that he had much of a choice in what he wanted. 

So with that he waited until he heard the door knob jiggle a little then he heard those familiar heavy footsteps, it was the dad. That sack of shit came to harass the umbreon, he knelt down then opened his cage and held him by the scruff.

“What the hell made you think I'd just up and let you leave? You’re a rare one of a kind. Your rings shine brighter than anything I've ever seen. You’d make us rich. I mean, as rich as you can get. I’ll probably end up mounting your head on the wall like most of my captures.” the umbreon would shake his head catching the dad off guard, “oh? So you can understand me? You might as well just tell me what you’re thinking. My kid told me you can speak, hell I didn’t believe the little fucker at all. He’s always making shit up anyway.So cmon, say something, not like it’ll delay your fate.” still the umbreon stayed silent, then the dad got frustrated and threw him back into the cage which really hurt him in the process.

“Get ready, you useless fuck because you’re about to become me and my child’s tomorrow’s breakfast, lunch and dinner.”  The dad stormed off and pretty stupidly left everything open but he was too scared to even try and leave again. But if he didnt things would not end well for him, at all. So he waited and waited for nightfall but around the time the sun was setting there came the teen again to try and comfort him, “hey, sorry about what happened to you a while ago. I didn't mean for you to get hurt the way you did-”

“A while ago? Didn't I just knock out for a day?” 

“Uhm… no? you knocked out for about a week. So I'd imagine you’re super hungry or something.”

“N-no that can’t be right. There’s no way I've been out for a week!”

“Just breathe. Just breathe. I have some food and water for you and… I'll actually help you escape. I may have wanted you as a pet but it's not right. I’d rather you be free than stay here and have the high possibility of dying because of my selfishness.” While talking, the umbreon would be digging in with the food. He had all sorts of crumbs on his face while gulping down tons of water, the teen would giggle a little then try to pet him again but sadly pulls back remembering that he doesn’t like being touched. 

“Alright… can we try to escape tonight? It seems like the best option if you ask me.”

“Yeah! I was about to suggest that too. But how about we give you a name? What about Tyler?”

“But… isn't that your name? Tyler?”

“No it’s… not anymore. I personally go by Aiko now. But my dad doesn't understand that, and I have a feeling he never will… but c'mon. Let’s wait until nightfall and get you out of here, permanently.” With that, Tyler and Aiko planned to get him out of here. 

After a couple of hours it was finally night and Tyler started to get ready. Aiko knocked on the door in the agreed knocking rhythm as Tyler snuck out.

“Cmon, my dad’s asleep right now. I can get you out of my room, out of my window. Let's go.” Tyler would nod then head on his way to Aiko’s room. He’d look around at all the mounted heads in the hallway like stantler, sawsbuck, and a bunch of other woodland pokemon. He had a chilling realization that could’ve been him if Aiko didnt have the heart that they did. 

“Your dad really loves killing pokemon doesn't he?” 

“He does and it makes me super uncomfortable. They were all living like you, but were killed just because they’re rare or something stupid.”

“Ew… what a fucking sicko.”

“I know right? But I didn't peg you for the kind to swear or something.”

Tyler would chuckle softly brushing it off as they made it to Aiko’s room, they would go to the window then open it as the cold air and snow made its way in, Tyler would look worried then turn around and look at Aiko, “yes, Tyler?”

“Thank you”

After that Tyler would offer his head to be pet, Aiko would be stunned then pet him and his fur was as soft as they thought it would be, after that Tyler would jump out of the window and run off as his silhouette would get lost in the snow behind him…

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After finally being able to escape that mad house for good, Tyler ran off into the woods where he belongs. But why would he go back? It’s not like his family’s gonna be there. Where would he even go? It’s obvious his home is compromised and it’s no longer safe, so what now? He didn’t really think that through, it’s snowing and the cold up in the grand duchy can get pretty bad even with the best equipment, people and pokemon alike still succumb to the freezing sub zero temperatures and even though he escaped death through those means can he escape death due to nature’s unforgiving wrath? 

He would walk and walk for hours, the snow not letting up still. Tyler felt like he really was gonna meet his end here, cold and lifeless in this blizzard when suddenly he felt his body feel all hot! He was unsure as to where this sudden body heat came from but kept trucking along as he even made his way into a cave. In this cave, there wasn't much just dirt and ice here and there. It’s not like he could do much at this time since he was pretty much at the mercy of Arceus. 

Tyler would lay down and try to be comfortable, thinking to himself for now, “what am I going to do?” “Why did this happen to me?” “Where am I supposed to go?” “Where'd my family go?” “and why is there a really hot sensation near my crotch?!” “a-am i sick or something? Mom did say when it comes to stuff like that it’s usually not good…” he would sigh then slowly drift off into sleep.

The next morning he still felt cold but he had to start the day anyway, it doesn't matter what stands in his way. Tyler sat up and stretched a little yawning the process then he felt something hot and a bit slimy, touching his abdomen. He would look down to be greeted by the surprise of his life, it was the throbbing and crimson colored rod protruding between his legs! He has never seen a penis before let alone his own, so he was a bit startled to say the least. Tyler noticed it was leaking pre-cum, he gulped then went ahead and touched the pre-cum gently squishing it between his paw beans and watching it stretch. His face was a flush red then he shook it off and started the day, he left the cave and went outside with his hot, throbbing cock on full display- again he’s never experienced something like this before so everything is still so new to him. 

Even though no one, that he could see, was there he still felt like he was being watched but someone or something and especially because his dick was out. Eventually the anxiety and paranoia got to him and his erection went away and into hiding but man was it awkward lugging that thing around, even thinking about it got him in the mood but also gave him really bad anxiety again because what if someone was watching him? Oh if that were the case he’d curl up and die right then and there! But anyways, back off into the forest he went, trekking along the snow in search of a place to call home…