A Pokemon's Forbidden Love; ch. 2 by Nibbe

A Pokemon's Forbidden Love; ch. 2

So, uh, another non-yiff chapter, but at least it quenches the cliffhanger; but it kind of leaves you with another one... >:3 Next chapter might just have yiff in it, who knows? ;D

As Eevee was thrust across the cold, hard snow, her mind flew to Buck. She could hear him behind her somewhere, trying to dodge the Sneasel's attack. Eventually, she felt her body come to a halt and lie still; and while she thought, her eyes firmly shut, she felt something. It was like a chill - but it was more of a breeze than the biting ice around her limp frame. Opening one eye, the broken Eevee looked around her. There was nothing but white; white trees, a white floor and a ghostly white sky - but just before her, close enough to touch, was a towering, light blue stone.

Eevee watched it, as if it were alive; it made her feel somehow stronger, somehow better. Behind her, the claws of the Sneasel must have found their way to Buck; his screech of agony rolled through the snow-capped landscape and chilled Eevee to the bone. In front of her, the giant stone glinted majestically; almost temptingly in the fast-dying sunlight. Eevee stared at it; her eyes struggling to keep focus. It made her feel warmer; but colder too. It confused her, but it consoled her. Dragging herself forward, Eevee rested a soft pink paw-pad on the icy rock.

Buck couldn't see Eevee for the swiping claws of the Sneasel. It was shrieking at him; every missed swipe aggravating it to another level. The pain which throbbed in his chest was searing; his body crumpling under the biting cold. The blizzard which was blurring about him was blinding; in the back of his mind he could see the limp Eevee, slowly dying, alone in the cold. Tears stung at his cheeks; his mind desperately trying to fix the blame on someone. His mother? She gave him Eevee in the first place - he could be at home, playing video games, in the warm. Instead, he was in the snow, fighting off a high-levelled Pokémon while his closest friend surely lay dead at his feet. She made him become a Pokémon Trainer. She forced him. Whining in despair, Buck felt his body fall sorrowfully to the snow-covered ground. His mind went blank - his strength failing him. He felt himself whimper. No... he thought to himself. This is my fault. This is my fault. Reaching to his belt, Buck's numb fingers felt for his Pokéballs; they were there, frozen shut, but they were there. Groaning in relief, Buck plucked Flygon's ball from the belt and tried to summon her; but the Sneasel, who was more than familiar with the practice of Pokémon Trainers and their Pokéballs, slashed at his outstretched arm; causing Buck to drop the ball into the snow. Slowly, Buck gave up. Moving his injured arm to the Pokéball as he lay weakly on the ground, he cradled it in the palm of his hand; only hoping that whoever found him would save his last remaining Pokémon. With that thought, and the image of the broken Eevee etched into his mind, Buck lost consciousness.

As Eevee's pale paw pad hit the rock, something flowed through her like adrenalin. The pain which ailed her vanished slowly; the dying thoughts in her mind suddenly welled with strength. Opening her pale blue eyes, the little creature stood. The cold which closed around her paw pads no longer bothered her; she liked it.

Turning from the rock, her eyes fell on the unconscious Buck. The Sneasel, who was now almost exhausted from trying to hit the human hard enough to cause real damage through the frozen flesh, noticed the female's movement and turned to her. The corner of its mouth turned up slightly in a demonic smirk; its eyes focussing sharply on the small canine.

The two stood for a while; staring harshly, each waiting for the other to back down. Eventually, the Sneasel launched itself forward; the sharp, bloodied claws aimed at the canid form. Eevee didn't find herself scared; instead, she opened her mouth and sent a long beam of crushing ice towards her foe. As the Ice Beam hit, Sneasel, who had already worn itself down, crashed into the thickly covered floor and lay still - not dead, but knocked unconscious by its self-inflicted exhaustion and the sudden pain of the chilled blast.

As soon as the Sneasel fell, Eevee forced herself into a run. As she reached Buck, her nose reached to his cheek as she nuzzled him gently; whimpering as she felt his cold, deathly skin against her own leathery nose. Buck couldn't feel anything; but his mind still raced with thoughts - it was his fault, he thought, over and over. He whimpered again, curling into a foetal position as he regained his consciousness and returned to the blizzard which roared around him. "Oh, Eevee..." He mumbled to himself, more tears streaming down his cheeks at the thought of the crumpled chestnut body; "I'm so sorry..."

"Why are you sorry?"

Buck jarred. That voice, soft and feminine, soothed him; he felt calm, reassured. Forcing one eye open, his vision focussed on two ice-blue paws which stood beside him. As he looked up, he watched the graceful evolution; her pale blue eyes, so familiar, so caring, and so full of worry. "Eevee?" He asked, his rasping voice barely audible. She smiled at him, and nodded her head; two large, diamond shaped ears wobbling precariously in their upright position. Buck smiled. Though her seemingly huge ears were comical, the Glaceon's form was also incredibly beautiful. She had curvaceous lines, and a perfect face; lined with silky, shimmering fur and a simple, alluring gaze which forced a small blush to form on Buck's cheeks.

Once upon a time, there was a queen who ruled the land of Sinnoh. She was beautiful, and everyone loved her. She was a good ruler, who led her kingdom well; changing all that faltered and improving what didn't. There was a castle of ice above Snowpoint City, where she and her own Ice Pokémon, Glaceon, lived. But one day, the evil Legendary Pokémon Darkrai took over her mind; forcing her to destroy the kingdom and agree to marry him - to make him king. However, her Glaceon saw through him. He fought with the evil one; defeating him and banishing him from Sinnoh forever. Darkrai swore his revenge; but did nothing, until the queen was a frail old woman. On her 80th birthday, he stormed the region with an army of dark Pokémon; taking the castle by force and allowing the Legendary Pokémon which fought alongside him to lay waste to Sinnoh. Snowpoint Castle was destroyed by Groudon's fire; the great forests were drowned by Kyogre's water and Rayquaza's might lay waste to entire villages. As she watched her kingdom fall, the frail queen escaped with her Glaceon and hid in the cave of Lake Acuity. For weeks, Darkrai searched, until he found them. The queen and her Pokémon died together; but justice was served. Uxie, the Pokémon of the Lake, put a seal on the cave; locking Darkrai within for eternity - until the blood of Glaisha, the Ice Queen, is spilled within it again.

Sighing to himself, Buck threw the children's book down onto the side of Glaceon's bed; his eyes looking down at the small creature as the heart monitor which was connected to her chest beeped systematically.

Glaceon had stayed with him throughout the blizzard, and once it died down, she had attracted the attention of a broad hiker, who had helped Buck walk back into the city. Now, however, she lay on a Pokémon Centre bed; exhausted from the evolution, the fight, and the walk back through the inches of snow. The Nurse who tended her assured Buck that, with a few days rest, she'd be fine; but for now she lay motionless, covered in dirt and Buck's own blood.

As he watched her, Buck found himself smiling. She was beautiful; he realised that now more than when he was half-conscious. "Glaisha." He whispered to himself; "I'm going to call you Glaisha."

"That's such a pretty name..." Glaisha's voice was frail, but the smile on her face showed no signs of such ailment. Blushing, Buck lay a gentle hand on her side, stroking her as she opened her pale blue eyes to look at him. "I like it." Her confirmation made Buck less nervous, but still, he couldn't help but feel anxious. He didn't see why; after all, she was only a Pokémon. An animal. But as she continued to watch him, he felt Butterfree's in his stomach; flitting around aimlessly, making him feel slightly nauseous.

"Ah!" Nurse Joy's voice was as loud as her hair colour; but still, she had patched up Buck's injuries and monitored Glaisha free of charge, so Buck couldn't really complain. "And how are you feeling, pretty Glaceon?" Glaisha grinned, before she sat up.

"Much better, Nurse, thank you so much." Her voice was less frail now; it was warm, excited and happy. Joy jarred, her eyes scanning the creature with weary eyes.

"What's wrong?" Buck asked her, confused.

"Your Pokémon. It talks?" Joy was still watching Glaisha, her eyes full of a mixture of fear and wonder.

"Um, yeah. She started straight after she evolved at that - urr..."

"Ice Rock?" Joy finished for him, agitated at his stalling.

"Yeah - I didn't think much of it at first, but then I just figured that they can do it when they're fully evolved? I saw a Dragonite talk once..."

"No, no Buck. Speech is a very rare ability for Pokémon like Glaceon - Dragonite and Lapras can all talk, but not creatures so common as evolutions of Eevee. You have a very rare exception to the rule." Patting Glaisha on the head quickly, Joy turned and walked briskly from the room, leaving Buck and Glaisha alone.

There was an awkward silence for a while, until Glaisha turned to Buck and sighed gently. "Buck... I want to tell you something. I think... I think I love you." A blush illuminated across her cheeks; burning so furiously that even her pale fur couldn't conceal it. Buck smiled softly, and reached a hand out; cupping it around her cheek and stroking gently at her neck.

"Glaisha... I... I love you too..."

The Pokémon Centre motel was far from luxury. The rooms, which were decorated in a pale magnolia, consisted of two single beds, a bedside table in between them, and a single chest of drawers which was probably too small to actually fit anything into.

Buck and Glaisha had been given room 75 - on the fourth storey, and there was no elevator. Cursing under his breath, Buck dropped off his Pokémon with the Chansey which was stood at the reception desk of the Pokémon Centre, filled out the same form as he had done before, minus one name - Glaisha. Instead of dropping her off for overnight check-up, Buck decided to take the little Glaceon with him. Then, the two forlornly took to the mass of steep metal stairs which connected the Pokémon Centre to the motel by its side.

Huff... Huff...

"Almost there..."

Huff... Huff...

"Just a little more..."

_Huff... Huff...

"_ I'm coming!"

...Click...

"Yes! I can finally sit down!" Buck threw his bag onto the floor and sprawled across one of the two beds, sighing happily. Glaisha jumped quietly onto the sheets next to him, before nuzzling against his cheek and curling up next to him.

"Glaisha?"

"Yes Buck?"

"How come you can talk?"

"I don't know... I always spoke before, it's just you heard it as something else."

"Eeeeeeevay!" Buck screeched, making Glaisha giggle sweetly.

"Yeah, something like that."

"Glaisha?"

"Yes Buck?" Glaisha answered, making sure to sound exactly as she had the first time he'd said her name. Buck chuckled.

"You smell." Gasping in mock horror, the Pokémon nuzzled her cheek to Buck's nose; forcing him to inhale the stench of his own blood, snow and antibiotics. Buck giggled and sat up, pushing the creature onto the soft bed beneath her. "Time for a bath."

Luckily for the two, room 74 had a bathroom which was just for the occupiers of 74 and 75; and 75 was empty. Buck clutched Glaisha to his chest as he lent over the bathtub, running a luke-warm bath for the little Pokémon. Glaisha waited patiently, her pale blue eyes watching the clear water half fill the cheap, white plastic tub. Closing both the taps off until they only dribbled out the droplets of water which had been trapped in the pipes, Buck lowered Glaisha into the warm water. She purred as it drenched her; covering her body until only her head and neck poked out.

Buck pulled off his shirt - he would use any excuse to not have to do washing, so saving it from dirty water sounded perfect to him - and leant over Glaisha, using his gentle hands to rub her body, watching the dirt swirl and seemingly disappear into the water. Glaisha continued to purr contently; she loved her baths at the best of times, but compared to the biting chill of the snow and the horrendous stench of the Pokémon Centre hospital, she was in bliss. Of course, she knew that she enjoyed Buck's half exposed form leaning over her, his face cautiously rubbing her body, his deep brown eyes watching for any grazes or cuts that he could hurt, if he was too rough.

"Aw, Glaish. You're caked." Buck mumbled, picking up a bottle of complimentary Pokémon shampoo and spreading some of the gooey pink liquid onto his hands. "Here, put your paws on the side and I'll do the front of you." Glaisha, of course, happily obliged; purring to herself as Buck's fingers began to massage her fur - first her shoulders, then her sides, and then her chest and the top of her tummy until she was a lathery mess of blossom-scented shampoo. "There! Now go back in the water and I'll get it off of you. It smells worse than you did." Glaisha jumped down, back into the warm water; but she didn't respond. She was too busy daydreaming about Buck. The day they'd met, he'd been a self-absorbed scrawny example of a human, but now, as she looked over him, he was far from it. Muscle had formed across his chest, giving him a broader appearance. His stomach was toned instead of flat, and his arms were complimented by chunky, strong biceps. She smiled to herself, and watched him work over her body; scrubbing the bubbles of shampoo from her fur.

Glaisha didn't know why, or how, but the human's physique was strangely attractive to her. More attractive than the fine, toned figure of Zhen's Umbreon, more attractive than any Pokémon she'd seen - was she a humanophile?

"Glaish. Glashia. Oi!" Buck's voice snapped her back to reality. "I need your back-end." Blushing gently, the Pokémon obliged; turning her rear to face Buck as he drained some of the water from the bathtub. Glaisha's mind returned to her daydreaming - Buck's firm chest, held closely against her; his hands working around her sides, her hips, and then...

"Glaisha, open your legs please."

"Oh, Buck..." Realising what she'd said, a blush tore across Glaceon's cheeks. "Yes, Buck, sorry, I will." Spreading her legs further apart, Glaisha felt the cold air around her nether-region; the blush only spreading as she realised that not only was she aroused, but that Buck would have to be an idiot to not notice. The human began to rub her lower stomach and hips; avoiding the huge gash which was already healing across her rump. Eventually, Buck worked his way down to the Glaceon's thighs, then the inner of her leg, and then he stalled.

"Uh, Glaisha, you're..."

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