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With the speed she had taken off at, Lucario knew he would have a hard time catching her up. He went back through his brief exchange with Flare, a hollow pit in his stomach of shame for what he had done.

"Luc, what the hell do you think you are doing?"

"Shut up Flare, I don't...don't want to hear it!" Luc said in a still threatening posture.

"Luc...you have to get over this. You could have killed her, she was so weak and obviously not the fighting type."

Lucario just looked away, his eyes closed as if blocking a horrifying image from his sight. But it was the type that would stay in his head for a long time still.

"Look, I know you had that time with that Delphox but you can only get over it by confronting the problem." After more silence, the Flareon sighed lightly. Shaking his head, he brushed alongside Lucario and whispered, "I can't love someone who would lose control like that. If you really want a happy future hun, then you will find her, make amends and try to heal that pain that drives you mad. Otherwise I will make sure you don't find me again."

Closing his eyes for a brief moment, Lucario shuddered as his words rang true. But he was so afraid, so scared. How could he face another Pokémon similar to the one that had caused him such pain in his past? And Flare was about all he had left in the world, he couldn't lose him. If it wasn't for him he would have retreated into himself long ago and just gone wild with the pain of the memory that she had brought forth.

Ahead of him he heard a gang of Zoroark howl, putting his thoughts to one side, he put on an extra burst of speed to catch up.

*

"Please let me by, I have nothing to offer you and I can't even fight, so let me be please?" Freya cried out as she was surrounded by a gang of scary looking Pokémon. They had a vaguely fox like look to them, a sinister looking pointed black face and triangular ears. Their thin body, sharp red claws and a mane of red hair ending in black spikes and dark tipped ponytail together with their menacing look and tall form made them very scary for the timid Ninetales.

"Oh but you do have something that we do want, our numbers are falling and female births are happening less often, we really need to up our population. And it just so happens that yours and our species being fox types are quite compatible."

"Please, I just want to get home," Frya cried out as the leader of the gang of Zoroark's came forward. "What?!" Freya cried, ruby eyes widening as she saw suddenly the Zoroark was suddenly shrouded in a multi colour veil of light before emerging as a copy of her.

"Would this make things easier on you then?" he said, his voice eerily like her own and every detail of her beautiful form seemed to have been copied, right down to her last strand of her fur.

"Wait, if you have copied my form then you are a female as well, so now you can't mate with me," Freya said, a hint of smugness in her voice before the pack's laughter made it fade, along with any hope she had of getting away from them.

"You really are a clueless pet aren't you? Mirror move only makes me copy the form via reflection, nothing at all has actually changed with me though," he said before he pounced her with a triumphant gleam in his false red eyes.

"N-nooo, get off," Freya cried out, only resisting weakly as her heat had started gearing her body for mating at the presence of so many males, their musk making her soon quiet in her struggling.

"That's better, now be a good breeding slut and make us some kits. It doesn't matter if it is rare for the males to be born, we will just breed you until we have a few female's of our own to breed from and then you can go. So you only will have to wait what, five to eleven years?" He laughed, the pack joining in before a blue ball of energy sent one Zoroark flying by him. Poised in the perfect position to mount her, he looked up and the at his fellow pack member next to him on the ground.

Looking straight ahead, he saw another Pokemon that was not seen often in the area as a angry looking Lucario stood before the pack. "Crap," The alpha cursed. "Execute manoeuvre cover and confuse, go! He howled out as the rest of the pack used the Mirror Move to replicate the Ninetales form and launched themselves at him to protect their leader.

"Hah, there is no way that stupid blue Jackal can fight his way through us all, AND find which one is the real you," the alpha Zoroark growled with his muzzle round the Ninetales nape as he dragged her away from the brawling.

"FOUND YOU, LU!" Lucario cried out as he charged through the scrum, landing a kick to one fake Ninetales and an aura charged punch to another, shattering each ones illusion as they took hits.

"How the hell...?" The alpha began as he let go of Freya, the Ninetales quickly scampering away in fright before the leader saw his glowing eyes. "Fucking aura sight..." he growled lowly before Lucario shot right up to him. A single powerful thrust had the Alpha bouncing across the floor and smacking into a tree, scattering the rest of the pack with their alpha defeated.

Standing there for a short while, Lucario breathed heavily as the battle adrenaline flow out of him. Shaking his head to clear it, he closed his eyes to search for the Ninetales unique aura before he found her curled up, her nine tails wrapped about her form underneath a large tree root.

Approaching her, Lucario wasn't sure what he could do. She reminded him of too many hurtful things but...she looked so vulnerable and scared. How could he make the link between her and the one who had ruined his life? "Hey..." he said gently, reaching a paw out to place it on her furred head.

"Niiine! Leave me alone, all of you!" Freya cried out, huddling into a tighter ball under the root, pressing more into the bark and further dirtying her fur.

Lucario took a step back from her huddled form, she looked so vulnerable and fragile. How could he ever have related her to his past? "Ninetales...I am sorry for my reaction from before. I know you won't be able to trust me right now, but you have a right to know the reason why I acted in the way I did." When she didn't move or react in any way, he sighed before ploughing on with his story. "A year ago now, I used to be a breeder of the fighting variety to a human. I was like you I guess in a way. I loved him as my master and always won my battles to please him and he valued me as much back...so I thought."

Pausing, he saw the Ninetales shift, relaxing her huddled form slightly. "One day, I fell in love with a Braixen I met at a breeding centre. She seemed such a cute and innocent vixen, it was her first time and there seemed to be a magic between us two straight away. I thought I had found my mate for life. When we parted ways, I longed for the time when our paths would cross again. However...one day our paths did cross again...in the worse way. The Braixen I had known had gone, evolved into a Delphox and her trainer had decided to start using her in Pokémon battles. I tried telling her not to do it, that I loved her more than any Pokémon I ever mated with. But she just laughed and told me it is what we did was breed, that I had just been just her first of many after we had left."

Lucario paused again, his feral red eyes shimmering with tears as he told his story, emotions tearing at his self control. Freya had by now uncurled and was staring at him in rapt attention, "There is more to him then looks and impression would first suggest," she thought as she respectfully waited for him to continue.

"We were...made to battle by our trainers. And she used all her charms and wiles to make sure I was powerless. I had never before being so humiliated and defeated in a fight, I should have beaten her with ease and yet I...couldn't lift a paw to strike. My master branded me a loser and a waste of his time and money, throwing my ball into a river and letting the current take me away. It was only thanks to my new friend Flare fishing me out that I was freed. And since then...I have carried the pain inside, fearing ever getting close again to a female."

Freya stared intensely at him, his eyes closed as tears trickled down his muzzle. Staring at him, Freya was reminded of a cub that needed security, that of a mothers gentle touch who tried to be big. Crawling out from under the root and shaking her cream fur to rid it of leaves and dirt, she stood on her hind paws and bade him sit down.

"What do you think you are doing?" Lucario said, his eyes snapping open in alarm as her weight made him slowly kneel to the floor. But upon seeing the soft look in her ruby eyes, he couldn't help but do what she bade him.

"Sit down," Freya spoke softly as she nudged him with her muzzle to sit back and rest against the root behind him of the great tree that towered above everything else.

Nodding in compliance, Lucario silently did as he was asked as he tried to fathom what was going on. Why was he doing as he was told by her? What power did the Ninetales have over him?

His answer came as she walked up to his side and gently laid herself out across his furred lap, her nine tales going to wrap around his back so that he was wrapped in a soft, velvety cocoon. "There we go, is that better?" Freya said softly, something what could be passed for a smile on her muzzle as her red eyes seemed to shine softly with her stare at him.

"V-very much so..." Lucario gasped. What was this he was feeling? He felt so relaxed now, so calm as though all his anger and resentment was just being leached out of him so all he was left with was a sleepy, warm glow inside him.

"That's good," Freya said with a lick across his paw before settling her head in his lap.

His heart fluttered, his red eyes wide in shock before they closed and opened again into a contented, half-lidded stare at her. Reaching a paw down, he stroked across her feathery head and over her body as she gave a quiet "Nine" sigh of happiness.

It was infectious, he couldn't help but give a tired yawn of his own. Tightening his strong arms round her body, Lucario held her just below his chest spike as his eyes gazed happily. He felt happy and at peace for the first time in a year, and it had been with a creature he had once tried to avoid.

*

The next day dawned to the sound of Hoothoots as the blue jackal Pokémon woke up. Stretching and giving a quiet "Lu" of happiness, Lucario tried to think why he felt so happy when he heard a cry from somewhere off in the woods.

Listening again, he realized it was the Ninetales he had been travelling with. "Damn it, Lu!" he growled and cursed as he heard her bark of distress.

He felt the urge to dash off after them, feeling protective of her after last night but checked himself. "I have to focus," he muttered before using his aura sight to search for them.

*

Ninetales had woken early in the morning, she stared at her new-found friend who was asleep with her warm body pressed up to her, her tails acting as a pillow with his back to the large root and a peaceful expression on his face as he slumbered.

Freya couldn't help emit a purring like sound at his face, this was how she liked seeing him, not the aggressive, anger filled Pokémon she had seen before. The more she stared at him the more thoughts ran through her pretty head, she was even considering trying to talk him into giving belonging to a human another chance and being her mate when a noise caught her sharp hearing.

A cry, soft and weak sounded from somewhere off to the side of the forest that instantly caught her attention. She had to go see if her fears were true, so slipping gently away from the Lucario, easing his head down with several tails, Freya slipped off on four paws, trying to keep as quiet as possible whilst moving as quickly as she could.

And there at the waters edge of the forest, her fears were realized. There at the waters edge slumped a human, and in his hand was an empty Pokeball. And the Pokémon trying to bring him round was her young kit. "Wake up, wake up, please! Vuuuulllll!" She cried, licking him, biting him and doing all she could but it made no difference.

"Kit?" Freya gasped quietly as she bounded towards her.

Whirling round, the pink, six tailed fox Pokémon stared at her mother before crying and leaping at her. "Piiiiix! Oh mother!!" She cried as she ran straight for under her legs and buried her face in her belly fluff as she cried pitifully.

"Kit..." Freya said quietly before her gaze fixed on the human. There was no doubt about it, battered and beaten by currents, he was still distinguishable as her now dead master. The Pokeball had obviously failed with the beating it had taken in the water as it was dented and scraped quite badly.

Her heart felt like someone was trying to wrench it from her chest between her kits sobs and the sorrow she felt in her heart after losing her master. Bowing her head, she groomed her kit as she tried to comfort her, the Vulpix's cries dying down gradually. "Kit...there is something that I must do. Please wait here," Freya said softly before standing on up and walking to her master.

Dragging him from out the water, she nudged him futilely to make sure he was dead before running her tongue across his eyes, closing them. Stepping back, she threw her head back and gave a loud cry of loss for him, "NIIIIIIIINE, TAAAAALES," she howled out, her eyes leaking with her head towards the sky and her lithe body shook with grief at their loss.

"Pix! M-Mum there is a strange Pokémon that just come from the trees," her Vulpix cried out as a Jackal type Pokémon burst forth only to come to a halt when he saw her beside the dead human.

"Don't worry Kit, he's a friend," she said quietly, not even looking as she just knew he would be that type to come running if he thought a friend was in trouble.

Lucario could just look on helplessly, seeing the Ninetales sat on her rump, her head bowed in grief. He felt the Vulpix wonder about him, sniffing and looking up at him in wonder at a Pokémon she had never seen or heard about. "Uh...?" He said uncomfortably, sure he had bred females before but never had any hands on experience with the offspring.

"Hey mum, is this your new mate? Could he be my daddy? He's good I can tell and I have always wanted a daddy," she squeaked in her high voice.

"Hmm? No he isn't..." Freya started to say before she saw the pair together. The Vulpix being young as she was, seemed to have forgotten straight away about their dead master and had taken a keen interest with Lucario. Sniffing about him, tugging on his thin blue tail with her muzzle and making little barks of curiosity. For his part he looked uncomfortable, but there was a softening in his face as he seemed to grow more accustomed to the playful young vixen's presence.

"_Maybe...a new start and a real family is what is needed. I can't remain helpless and weak forever, I have to grow strong so I can protect what is important to me. Goodbye master, I will always remember you,"_Freya thought. "Lucario, go into the forest with my...our kit please." Freya said, not even looking back.

Shock and surprise registered on Lucarios face with the term she had used before he nodded and picked the Kit up as she playfully pulled on a dread of his.

Freya didn't want her to see what she was going to do, but she knew she just had to as she felt a new awakening inside. Opening her muzzle, Freya tried a few choking attempts, feeling like she was trying to vomit lava when eventually, she breathed her first Flamethrower attack on her master. His drying, dead body easily caught fire, giving him a worthy funeral as opposed to leaving him to be eaten by wild Pokémon.

"Freya, did you...?" Lucario said, letting the question hang in the air, not wanting to say "cremate him" in front of the Kit.

"Hey mum, Mr, what was your name again? Lucolo, Lucile, Lucario! That's it. Mr Lucario here is a really nice Pokemon, he even gave me a ride in his paws and said I remind him of when he was a pup. I didn't figure his fur would go from pink to blue though."

Freya smiled at her kit's young, playfulness and innocence. Her kit, she decided, was very much like her. Ignorant and innocent. She would have no choice for now but to discard that though. She lost her master through lack of strength and her flamethrower had been a fluke. And maybe in turn for his teaching her how to be strong, maybe Freya could teach him to feel again?

Looking upon the Lucario who was smiling and giving soft barks of laughter at her kit's high-jinx as she danced around on two paws, trying to imitate him before falling on fours again. Freya couldn't help feel things would be okay, that her pain and loss would be replaced in time with a life and bond with Lucario.

*

The full day really had been a full day of it. Freya had told him her given name, and that she would prefer to be called it in memory of her master who had given her it. Lucario didn't mind at all, he thought it suited a Pokémon of such elegance and beauty.

Freya told him she had no desire to go back with humans as weak as she was and wanted to travel with him and his mate. This brought on an awkward silence when her Vulpix asked if she was pretty like her mum and if she would join their family.

The rest of the day had being filled with travelling and with Lucario giving her some basic instructions to help strengthen her. Well as best he could what with her being a quadruped Pokémon.

Lucario managed to stumble upon Freya as she had cleaned herself in the stream before they got too far away for it to be viable for use. She lay there with her kit yipping and jabbering to her about her own little adventure though it was based mostly on sound given it was only when it had failed had she been released. Seeing her there, with her fur so clean and glowing in the afternoon sun brought a feeling out in Lucario he had not experienced in a while. He ducked back into the wooded area to let mother and daughter have peace, his tail wafting and heart seeming to skip a beat moments afterwards.

*

Late on in the day though when the sun was setting and Freya's Vulpix was tucked sleepily away after a day of travelling under her tails, Lucario sat not five steps from them with a mixture of feelings inside.

"You know Lucario, you are so much nicer than first impressions would lead to believe," Freya's voice was a low whisper in the hush of approaching night. They had found a small burrow, checking for scents that no Pokémon was using it right now.

When Lucario stayed silent, Freya tried another tact, "My kit certainly has taken a shine to you hasn't she? You're almost like her sire," she said, giving a "Nine" bark of laughter at his embarrassed expression.

Lucario stayed silently thoughtful for a while before saying quietly, "Is this...what it is like to have a family?" He said, his voice uncharacteristically timid sounding.

Freya shook her head sadly, sitting with her nine tails covering herself and her kit. "I don't really know. I have only ever bred and raised them to the limit of when they can be homed. But...I would be happy if we could be a family."

"L-Lu!" Lucario barked, feeling flustered before his muzzle was covered by one tail to silence him. She looked down calmly at her kit nestled in her tails before he got the hint.

Gently, she uncovered her kit and placed her at the foot of a tree, tearing some large leaves off a plant and disturbing a nearby Caterpie in the process, telling them off as it scurried along. Covering her up, she gave a sleepy sigh but did not stir as the pair of different canine Pokémon moved a short distance away.

They stopped in a small clearing, the moon was out and seemed to shine a beam on the unusual canine couple below. Freya sat there in the moonlight, arching her head up t the sky as she seemed to bask in the light, revelling in the beauty and peace of the moment. Bringing her gaze down, she gave a soft bark of laughter at the Lucario's face.

"Wh-what?" Lucario started, his voice unusually tense and had to exert some effort on keeping in control of himself.

"Nine! Just wondered if maybe an Onyx would fit inside the way your muzzle was," Ninetales said as she tried to stifle her laughter, her tails wafting and gave a playful flick of her head.

"LU!" Lucario growled, shaking his head to clear it. "Freya...I don't know what I am to think. Sure there have been bipedal and quadruped Pokémon couples before. But...what would others think? If we had a kit between us would they have a good future with two different types of parents?"

Sighing, Freya took a step towards him. She snaked one of her tails round him, forcing him to come closer whilst using another tail to curl about his neck and shoulders like a fluffy scarf. "Lucario...I know I am naïve in the real world, but I think we should do what makes us happy and not bother what the world thinks. We have both been breeders and have both suffered a big loss in our lives. Please though...please know there is no other Pokémon I would find more fitting and worthy...or that has captured my heart as you."

"L-Lu!" Lucario gasped as her heat scent began to fill his senses. He needed to, no he wanted to take her as his mate. She was right. And the image of her, standing in the moonlight with her creamy fur glowing and her red eyes bright with love, he would etch the image into his memory forever. Slowly but surely she was driving the terrible memory of his past away.

"Lay down Lucario, I have learned a few things from my experience as a breeder," Freya smiled as he seemed to nervously lay down, his body shaking as her heat geared him up. "I see you are eager, tales," she said, barking cutely as she saw his red cock's tip emerge from it's furry sleeve. Bobbing her head down on him, she slipped her muzzle round his lengthening cock, her tongue wrapping round his slowly pulsing phallus whilst she gave small, slow bobs of her head down on him.

"Lu, Lu...w-where did you learn to do that Freya?" Lucario gasped as he was pleasured in a way he had never experienced before. Her mouth too busy to reply, she could just give a slight purr round him as she worked more into her long, slender muzzle before he was arching into her maw. His tip scraping along the roof of her mouth and her muzzle feeling intensely heated.

Bringing her muzzle off him with his cock slick with her saliva, she stepped over him, licking the pre away from her muzzle before lapping at his blue muzzle. Lucario bucked, eyes widening when he felt something soft wrap round his length all of a sudden. His eyes caught the sight of one of Freya's tails as the slender, fluffy tip curled round his maleness and, with some concentration, Freya was able to make it massage him to keep him hard and on edge.

"I may not have paws that are flexible like yours, but I have other things that are flexible," Freya panted as her Poke-pussy pulsed. Her scent seemed to intensify along with Lucario's increasing male musky scent permeating the air.

Various Pokémon could be heard, making their calls as they got wind of their scent, but kept a respective distance. It however didn't bother the pair at all as Freya focussed on getting her chosen mate ready for the main event. "T-Tales!" She cried as she was suddenly lifted off of her front paws as Lucario got a wild look in his feral eyes.

Hooking his paws through her front legs, he easily brought the feral Pokémon to a standing position. With her muzzle open in surprise he dove in, angling his muzzle so that they locked their canine mouths with each other.

Her first reaction to this alien act was to back off from him, but he kept a firm grip on her legs and dove his tongue in, caressing the delicate insides of her muzzle and danced with her tongue. The effect was immediate as she gave in to his dominance and relaxed completely as he had his way with her, Freya's tail's acting as support to help keep her stable since the rest of her limbs seemed to have melted with his love for her.

They pulled away but Freya couldn't help but moan. "Ta-les, that...that was so nice Lucario. I never thought something like that could feel so good," Freya panted hard as she tried to bring her body back under control.

"I had one or two feral matings before Freya. I have learned...a few things myself, lu," he panted, the pair with tongues hanging out as they both fought for breath. "But never before has a Pokémon ever made me feel how I do as you have Freya. Please, I can't wait any more.

"Tales! Yes please yes Lucario. I am on fire, I feel I will melt if you do not mate me now. I want your pups in me so bad, more than anything else I want your pups and to be your mate!"

Swinging round, Freya covered her rear with her tails before she teasingly parted them like a set of curtains to reveal her dripping Poke-pussy. The opening seemed inflamed and swollen with need as Lucario's sensitive nose was hit by a potent blast of her scent.

His feral eyes suddenly shrunk to paper thin slits as he felt the rest of his control slip away from him. The feral Ninetale's scent was more potent than anything else he could remember scenting with any other females he had been a stud for. "LU!" He cried deeply, scattering and waking any sleeping Pokémon from nearby with his call before he mounted her quicker than a starved Snorelax on Poke-chow.

"TALES! Please, ahh..." Freya panted roughly, wanting him in her now. A hard thrust and Lucario buried a good quarter of his length into her pussy, a happy sigh sounding from her as her inferno of a pussy had something in to sate it.

"L-Lu! Freya you're so hot, it feels like I am entering a lava tunnel," Lucario grunted as he held himself still, feeling as though to go further in would be to incinerate his cock.

"Please, deeper," Freya begged and whined, turning her cream head round to peer at him pleadingly. Her look of want worked as he thrust again, and again into her as he timed each contraction of her soft, fleshy walls with that of his thrust to slide in easily before it was just Lucario's knot left.

"Nine! Please all the way in, NINE!" She barked, her nine tails buffeting his face, making him feel like he was lost in a sea of lovely, fluffy creaminess. He leaned over her feral form and making sure not to catch her with his spikes on the back of his paws, wrapping them round her furred neck to gain more leverage as he thrust hard and fast. Each squelch of his knot slapping against her pussy made the pair bark in heated, mating passion of "Nine, Nine, Nine," and "Lu, Lu, Lu" before Lucario's knot suddenly slipped into her fully.

"T-T-TAAAA...Mmrrrph!" She grunted as she found her muzzle full of Lucario's as he locked mouths with her again. The pair shuddered and shook, eyes drinking in the sight of their chosen mate as they seemed to establish a spiritual connection. It was so much more than a good mating, they had been properly mated with someone of their own choosing. And it seemed to fill the other in love and heart until it seemed like they would explode, their eyes closing in a sensory overload.

Lucario's thrusts began to slow down, his canine cock lovingly being milked and massaged of as much seed as possible as a steady stream of his seed began to flow with his own muffled cry with their muzzles still locked together.

Pulling away, they opened their eyes to gaze lovingly at the other. "Why did you...do that?" Freya said breathlessly as her body shook and felt on the verge of collapse.

"You would...have woken the kit up if we gave vent to our feelings Freya," He panted before he stood up. He looked down, mentally berating himself for forgetting about his chest spike in the heat of the mating to see if he had hurt her back with it.

But no, thankfully her fur had been thick enough to prevent a penetration of a bad kind. "Lucario?" Freya breathed as she looked over her furred back at his concerned face.

"It s nothing Freya. I think...everything will be better from here on in...my mate," he sighed, his knot popping out of her pussy allowing her to finally let her own trembling body sink to the ground.

"So...would you mind being shared with your Flareon friend then?" She said sleepily. A nuzzle into her fur was the only answer she needed from him.

Laying across her paws, Lucario stared up at her for a final time before closing his eyes to sleep. "You," Freya whispered, "are going to make a great father," and with a final sigh, the two slept soundly, cocooned with their bodies and bond they now felt.

*

A little, red fox Pokémon rustled through the short grass to make her way to the sleeping adults. She had seen the whole mating, she wasn't as clueless as they believed her to be and watched the making of a possible younger brother or sister.

Resting her head on her mother's furred belly, warmed up with the injection of seed the Vulpix wagged her tails happily, "See you soon siblings, Pix!" She whispered before happily curling under her mother's tails.