The freezing wind howled, and the snow crunched beneath his feet as he trudged up the mountain path. His breath steamed in front of him; a scarf wrapped around his face to keep out the cold—but it wasn't enough. He could feel the bite of the frigid air seeping through his clothes like an ice dagger into flesh.
He had been climbing for days now, but there were still many miles left to go before he reached the top of Mt. Silver. The sun was setting; soon darkness would fall and with it temperatures would plummet even further. This was going to be a long night, and he needed to find shelter—fast.
He scanned the surrounding area desperately for somewhere to stay. There were no trees or caves nearby that he could see, which meant he'd have to make do with whatever he found along the way.
As if on cue, something caught his eye; a small cliff with a rocky outcrop at its base. It might not be much, but it would provide some protection from the elements if nothing else. With renewed hope, he hurried over to it.
The closer he got to the cliff, the more certain he became—this was where he would spend the night. The rock formation looked like it would offer him a decent place to rest.
The trainer took off his backpack and unzipped it; inside was his sleeping bag, food, waterbottle, and a bundle of sticks he had the foresight to bring along. He laid everything out in front of him before reaching for one of his Pokéballs.
A beam of red energy shot from the ball's center as he released the pokemon within—a Flareon. The fire-type landed gracefully on her paws and stood beside him, staring intently at the makeshift bedding spread out before them. He watched as she used Flamethrower to ignate the pile of branches and burn away any remaining snow. Satisfied with her work, she turned back to her owner, looking expectantly at him.
"It'll be cold tonight; we need to keep each other warm."
With opened arms, he wordlessly invited her to cuddle up against him—and she did not disappoint. She stepped forward eagerly and climbed onto his lap, pressing herself firmly against him. The warmth of her body enveloped him like a blanket, banishing the chill from his bones. He wrapped his arms around her waist and hugged her close, burying his nose in her soft fur.
Her scent; sweet yet musky, filled his nostrils. It was comforting and familiar, reminding him of home. As they sat together, watching the sunset fade into twilight, he felt safe—and loved.
"You're my little guardian angel," he whispered affectionately. "I can't imagine where I'd be without you."
His Flareon purred contentedly; a low rumbling sound that reverberated through his chest. Her poofy tail wagged slowly behind her as she gazed up at him adoringly with those big dark eye. Their breath mingled together in the frigid air; their hearts beating in perfect rhythm. She was so beautiful. Her red fur glowed against the white background, like a fiery blaze amidst snow.
His hands slid down to cup her plush rump, squeezing gently as he pulled her closer to him. He felt himself growing hard beneath his pants; arousal surging through his veins as his fingers sunk into her supple flesh. Her tail moved faster now, swishing back and forth excitedly.
"You want me too, don't you?" he asked; his voice thick with desire.
She nodded emphatically—her expression one of pure bliss. Her pink tongue lolled from her mouth as she panted excitedly, kneading his thighs urgently with her paws. The heat radiating from her body intensified until it was almost unbearable.
A gentle slap on the rump signaled for her to stand up and turn around; she obeyed instantly. Her rear was pointed towards him now, inviting him to take her from behind like a bitch in heat. His cock throbbed in response, pulsing with anticipation as he stared hungrily at her glistening nethers.