The Fluffy Ball of Destruction.

by Gundamdragon

Rating: teen
Tags: Sex, Spitfire, Crossover, Alternate Universe, Original Character, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Fleetfoot, Comedy, Other, Romance, Adventure
Length: 5489

Alexander "the deamon trainer" Dragon was born in Orre and started wmith a gastly years later he rose to defeat Mt. Battle two years in a row. after that he settled on the Orre coast and started breeding Eevees. now he is one in a land of p

Alexander was a pokemon breeder specialised in Eevees now after Arcus in his infinite wisdom made him a Eevee and separated from his pokemon partners and his Eevee's he was raising. Now he has to find his teams... And on the way take in any and all lost and alone Eevees he finds..... Oh and be the most badass and epic Eevee he can. Not hard when Arceus left him his hat and jacket the latter of witch had a hidden pocket of TMs which he missed a few, the pokemon good ether let him keep or missed missed them.... (No mons perfect) He maybe a Eevee but he still was the Demon of Orre, and no pokemon will bully him even if he is a Eevee he is still a Orre trainer.

Published 2014-12-08 05:20:11 UTC
Last updated 2016-05-29 02:58:57 UTC

Cute, Fluffy, and totally Badass.

Dragon

It was strange waking up as an Eevee. Not that it bugged me none. I'm from Orre, a desert wasteland that even pokemon avoid. That is why I became the Demon trainer. 2 years consecutive champion of Mt. Battle. Former leader of the Deadendders, a street gang of orphaned kids like myself.

We only stole food. One day I got caught by a pokémon breeder when I was going through her back pack. But instead of calling the cops or beating me like other would, she instead gave me a Ghastly and told me to train her right and earn money to buy food. The next week I trained and battled. The money was low but it came. Soon I bought pokemon from the breeder market. Passed them out to the crew and as we grew stronger we stopped stealing living off of the pokémon battles.

The Deadendders grew in to a youth program after I left to travel. We are -or were -an example of the best Orre had. I was a world class trainer. Then at 30 I went back home, bought a house on beach and became an Eevee breeder. I train them with my team, then I give them to new trainers or sell them to those who want them.

But that was then. Now I'm an Eevee, a larger then average Eevee yes, but still a cute, fluffy, ball of aww inducing, loveable Pokémon. In my old Deadendder jacket and 40s cap. The jacket had the symbol of the crew. A skull and crossbones, with a pokéball under it now, to show we changed.

First thing I did after I realized I was an Eevee, is check my hidden pocket. And bingo, my TM case! Growing up on the streets, you learn to hide valuables. And for me, my TM case is the second most valuable thing in my life, my Pokémon being the first. And I still had them though it was packed tight, given I carry a lot of TMs. I know I had more then what was in here. Opening it up is saw it was down to about 30 TMs and a few where doubles but most are gone.

I smiled. "And they said I carry too many of them. Ha. After what dropped me here took most everything I still have enough to fight." I said out loud. I look through my remaining TMs. Pull four out Pin-Missile, Flame Thrower, Thunder and Earthquake. The last of my Earthquake MRs.... I put it back save it and took out Ice Fang which I had 2 of. I set about learning the moves. I felt what I had knew vanish and the new move take root as I learned the last one. Who needs tackle anyway, when you can learn moves like these.

I took a moment to test each move, satisfied they work. I packed up and set off. I walked through the forest for days. it was interesting talking to Pokémon. Some asked about the jacket.

An Arbok tried to eat me but a meal of Ice Fang and a Flamethrower combo killed her appetite... she then quietly followed me asking why my trainer dressed me, why they didn't evolve me, and why I was not with them. I gave her the strait answers that I was a trainer, I dress like this by choice, and why should I, as an Eevee only few pokémon have type advantage to me, and I can know a wide variety of attacks. Then came Arceus speech, we stoped and lessened and then she went her own way. Wishing me luck.

It was another week of walking when I reached a road. Looking left and right, I started walking along it to left keeping on the road side. Then I herd it...

"Help! Help! Help!" I look around then see a pair of Eevees run past me from the tree line. Then came a very big and vary hungry looking Niddoking. It looked at me and then to the bushes the 2 little Eevees hid in.

I stepped into a fighting stance. "Look, you over grown rat. If you think I'll let you eat them or you have an easy meal with me you are wrong! I'm from Orre. And you are hardly a threat."

The Niddoking roared and charged his horn glowed. I grinned. "Flame Thrower!" I yelled. The massive gout of fire hit the big fool. I then sidestepped him as he slid onto the road, charred from the attack. I turned as he tried to stand and hit him with a second Flamethrower. I hit him two more times and then walked around to his face. "Now I'm taking those two with me and you are going to find some nice safe fruit, and if you come after me or them or I hear that you’ve been chasing Eevees I will track you down and make roasted Niddoking for my dinner. Are we clear?"

"Cough- cough. Yes sir...." He said.

"Good." I walk to the bushes. “Ok you two, come on time to go.” Next thing I hear is happy shouts as not two but 5 little Eevees half my size come bouncing out cheering and praising me. It turned out they had a den in there. I sighed and started walking. The mass of fluff balls followed me.... I wonder if there is a girl's school I can dump them off at... I thought as they ran around me one jumped on my back. "I wish my team was here. Young Eevees always behave better with one or more of them around." I mumbled they started calling me alpha... I stopped, "My name is not Alpha, it's Dragon, Alexander Dragon. Call me Sir or Dragon got it."

The five giggle and say "Yes mister Dragon, sir." They then went back to being annoyingly cute. At least if I run in to the one of the new world’s races it be easy to get food. You can't say no to begging Eevees. Unless you’re a heartless monster.

We continued walking then saw a wagon being pulled by a pair of what looked like ponytas. Both where wearing what looked like moving crew uniform. The wagon was open in the back giving me an idea. “Ok you lot we are hitching a ride.”. I grabbed the youngest as I have seen my pokèmon do. Then I ran and jumped into the back, followed by the others. The moment I set the runt down it ran off with the rest to investigate the cargo, which consisted of a some chairs, a sofa, and mattress. The last was being bounced on by the cute little balls of energy... "It's my job all over again, only no pay for raising them..." I muttered to myself as he settles in on the sofa to nap.

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Dragon woke up as the wagon stopped. He woke to being the center of an Eevee pile. He watched as the movers unloaded, not even checking the state of the cargo. He stayed quiet as the sofa was moved, the little ones gripped on to him as it was moved. After the stallions where done they left, locking the door.

And of course the first thing the pack of little Eevees did was to start to run around. They made it off the sofa before Dragon shouted. "Stop!" This caused the cutest stumble pile up he ever saw. He cleared his throat and hopped down. "We may not have been invited in by the owners, but we are guests in this home. So there will be no causing damage to it. If you have to relieve yourselves let me know and I'll open the back door and you can go in the yard... at least till you learn to use the toilet when you get bigger. If we are behaved the owner might let us stay. Now I'm sure you’re all hungry. You can explore while I get us food, but if you brake anything I'll give you all such spankings that you won't be able to sit till your evolution. Clear?"

"Yes Mr. Dragon Sir." They said after forming what looked like a military line, giving him an idea of the most evil way to take over the world. Invasion of cutie legions.

Shaking the twisted idea from his mind he sighed. "Ok you lot, go play." He walks of as the five start bouncing around and on each other.

He, with some effort opened the fridge, gathered some fruits and cheese... He never could say no to cheddar. He set a small plate with cut fruits and some cheese slices put the knife in the sink and then put the cheese pack back. He hopped of the counter and walked back plate in his mouth. He set it on floor by the sofa. "Dinner time come and get some." They came bounding from all direction the biggest had on a pair of goggles as he came down the stairs. They formed a circle around the plate looking at the odd food.

"Hey, where you get the goggles?" Asked Dragon.

Said Eevee looked nervous "Up stairs. There was a couple of them."

"Don't break them or you will be sleeping on the floor and not the sofa with the rest of us, got it?" Said Dragon.

"Yes sir." Said the Eevee.

"Good. Now let's eat. I know these ain't berries, pokeblocks or puffins. But it's a food and tastes good so eat." He sat down taking a cheese slice off the plate in his paws and started eating it signaling the others to grab something to eat.

It was then they heard the door unlock and two female voices as it opened, Dragon's ears turned to track it as he and... his adopted kids ate. "- I am not joking she had a living sword at her side and by her hooves a Fox with nine tails. They seemed to see her as there master or something." Said one.

"You think that's bad. Soarin is feeding a mixed flock of the pokemon birds that have taken residence at the academy, and teaching them stunts and drills along with the recruits, and they are doing better than the ponies. Soarin has been mocking the recruits about it to drive them to try harder. I just hope none of the birds have a uniform on when we get back from our vacation." Said the other one.

The two stopped looking at the pack of pokémon in the living room eating one had Spitfire's spare goggles around its neck. the largest had on a black jacket with a strange pirate like skull and cross bones, and a black hat.

"Fleetfoot. You seeing pokémon pirate and his crew in our living room eating our food?" Asked Spitfire. Dragon’s ear twitched at the pirate remark.

"Yeah Spitfire. How you think they got in?"Asked Fleetfoot.

Dragon finished the slice. "Finish eating I'm going to talk to the ponytas with wings."

The mares watched as the big one spoke its sounded well cute. "E E E vee vee Eevee." (You get the point). It then stood up and chirps at them the same way.

The mares look at each other then to him as Spitfire said "Ponies don't speak pokémon."

He figured that would be the case he held up a paw and went in to the kitchen. He came back with the notepad and quill, set them down and went back and got the ink well. He then set about writing.

Hello I'm Alexander Dragon, most call me Dragon. I and the fuzzy balls of energy behind me are Eevees and we need a safe place to stay. I hope you don't mind if we stay here with you two lovely ladies.

He pushed the pad to them. Spitfire read it then looked at him and said "No. You can't." It wasn't harsh, but it was stern. Then to the mares surprise he smiled, a smile that sent chills down there spines.

"Eevees cute pout begging full force please." The other five raced over and gave what can only be called weaponized cute pout begging. He took his hat in his paws held it to his fuzzy chest and gave the same face.

The mares looked away then peaked back to see it still going, the did this twice. Then Spitfire caved. "Ok! OK! You can stay with us!" She shouted. The smaller ones started bouncing around then ran back to the food.

Dragon took the pad and quill after putting his hat back on.

"Thank you kindly. I had no doubt that you would let us stay."

Spitfire looked at him with a glare. "You cheated and you know it. That was not fair."

"I agree, I thought they outlawed weaponizing cuteness." Added Fleetfoot. Dragon just chuckled and went back to his food, taking an apple slice.

Author's Note

Yes he planed that based on years of raising the little devils, and I ask any of you if you could say no to it.

Also to all those who care way to much about grammar on this site unless you are going to offer to help edit or proof read shut the fuck up and save it for some one who cares I'm fireing my current editor for this given the amount of flack his editing got.

Head aches and Eevees

Dragon sighed. He hated being in det to others and his to Spits and Fleet was growing. The had gotten him a calor with enchanted stone on it allow him to talk to them and other ponies... it was expensive from what he could tell. That plus they letting him and his pack of fluff balls stay makes it worse. He owes them a lot and he has to repay them. First he going to get this bunch of Eevee pups straightened out.

"Spitfire, Fleetfoot. I'm taking the cute swarm out back to try and beat some seance and order in to there fuzzy thick skulls."

The Mares look at each other then Fleetfoot spoke. "Spitfire is it just me or dose his voice not match his attitude?"

"No, it's not you. Hearing a fluffy little ball of walking cuteness talk like a those old school Griffin soldiers, with such a cute voice. It doesn't fit him." She looks at the slightly annoyed Eevee in a black coat and had glaring at them. "Just don't hurt them drill sargent Dragon."

"You know it's rude talking about other like you two did? Don't worry I won't give them anything beyond some bruises." Said Dragon as he walked out of the room to see goggle head sleeping on a rug....

"Hay wake up Goggle Head!" He shouted bopping the goggled Eevee on the head.

"Ow! I'm up. I'm up. What is it?" Said the Eevee.

"Round up you buddies and meet me out back, time fore class." Said Dragon

"Right....." He slinked of rubbing his head.

5minutes later

The Eevees where lined up in a row on the grass. The mares had decided to watch from some chairs on the back patio.

"Ok you fluff balls schools in session. If I'm stuck raising you walking cute-tiarly weapons you will at lest learn to behave your selves. First lesson is the chain of command. Top of it is our land lords Spitfire and Fleetfoot it's thanks to them we all have a warm place to sleep and good food in our bellies. So if they tell you to do or not to do something you obye them. Next is me as the only one that can fight with any skill, then Goggles here cause he is the oldest."

The Eevees nod and Goggles puffs his chest out.

"Next no clawing the furniture and walls. I seen a few marks from you runts next time I see new ones I'll have all of you running laps till you sweat blood. Clear!" Said Dragon

They all nodded vary rapidly. Spitfire smiled with amusement and whispers to Fleetfoot. "Maybe we should hair this guy to train recruits for us. He uses language like this with kids think what he say to a group of grown ponies in uniform."

Fleet giggled and whispered back. "I don't know he's awfully cut to put that fear in a pony. This pups are just smaller of his breed right?"

"That's true."Spits whispers back as they watched the lecture.

"Ok I know sitting still this long is against your nature so we are going to have a little run around the yard here in the sand." He opened his mouth and used flame thrower twice on the sand. "The lines of glass is your boundary you will run from one line to the other till I say stop. Now line up!"

The Eevee did as the where told and started running laps goggles seemed to be faster then the others.

Spitfire and Fleetfoot both looked on with mouths wide open. Spitfire recovered first and spoke. "Dragon breathed fire and made glass out of sand?"

"Twice." Said Fleet foot watching the seen

Dragon Sat down in the grass between the patio and the beach. "Sand is a pain to get out of fur but great to train speed on. I'll start them with basic skills like quick attack, tackle and swift. And teach them other moves based on how they improve. Training machines are good to teach a pokemon moves fast but learning it traditional way is better for there effective fighting ability." He explained for his audience

"So your training them to fight?" Asked Spitfire.

"It's the only way I really know to train pokémon. I was Mt. Battle champion. I traveled fighting gym leaders, frontier brains, and the strongest of the strong. I was born in a wasteland orphaned and grew up on the street. A single chance encounter changed me and my crew from street crooks and thieves to youth group for training and battling pokémon. I am the Dragon of Orre the trainer of Demons. So I'll make these Eevees strong. Strong anuff to chase there dreams and find a future of happiness." He said as he watched them running.

"Wow go sensei cute and fuzzy." Said Fleetfoot

Spitfire smiled. "He would definitely be a good father."

Dragon laughed "Father me? Who needs kids when you live with Eevees?"

The mares looked at each other before chuckling.

10 minutes of laps

"Ok that's anuff you pups." The Eevees collapse in a hep in the sand.

"I think you pushed them too hard." Said Fleetfoot sounding worried.

"Na, watch this." Said Dragon with a smirk before he shouted. "Ok come wash up for lunch!"

There was dust cloud and a blur of movement before the pack of Eevees where trying to push each other out of the way of the beach shower which they some how turned on.

Dragon was laughing "Doesn't matter how tired a pokémon is you mention food and they will move a mountain to get it. Tho it's cute seeing them tumble over each other."

Spitfire looked as the one in the with goggles on had "The older one seems to be faster then his siblings."

"Yeah I think he wants to be fast, there are two evolution paths that would give him the speed he loves. If he finds a thunder stone he can become a Jolteon and learn volt tackle and or exsteam speed. Or he can be a Sylveon fairy type with some flying moves. Tho I feel the Jolteon path is more his likening." Said Dragon.

"You talk as tho you seen many of them grow up?"Asked Fleetfoot

"Hehe when I retired from being awsome and giving other trainers Nightmares. I set up a Eevee ranch back home. Rise them to be adopted by other trainer's my Eevee's where in high demand but I only gave them to people I think are good trainers. Tho most went out young girls that would dress them up in bows. But I made sure they can fight tho. So they can keep there owners safe. After all what better protection could they ask fore then cute fluffy Eevee that can blow a whole in the wall or any body tying to hurt their trainers. " Said Dragon

"So what will become of these Eevees." Asked Spitfire as they watched the pups shake dry.

"The plan here is raise them to to take care of themselves... But that doesn't mean they can't find some pony or pokémon that they be happy to live and work with. More or less I am there adopted father." Dragon smiled last the Eevee lined up at the paw wash dish. "Well I better make lunch. You two want anything?" He asked as he walked in.

"Hay burgers?" Asked Spitfire... Fleetfoot nodded "Two Hay Burgers."

"Well good thing you have a chook book." He said as he trotted in side.

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Latter in the dinning room.

"I admit, it's nice having somepony that cook in the house." Said Fleetfoot.

"You saying, I can't cook?" Asked Spitfire.

"No but he cooks better then you do." Said Fleetfoot

"Thanks, but I jut followed the book. I mean I do know how to make some thing from my time traveling around as a trainer. But that's was mostly cook fire not a stove top or oven. Even when I retired I had a out door cook fire. " Said Dragon as he ate his baked potato.

The others Eevee Sat around a bowl on the floor. Munching away on a stew, while he sat at the table with the ponies.

"It must have been hard when it rained." Said Spitfire.

"That is not a problem back in Orre the whole nation is desert no rain year round. It's why I lived on the cost. Had a water desalination pump to get fresh water. It was not a bad way to live." Said Dragon

"Wow no rain! Hard to imagine." Said Fleetfoot.

"Yeah I herd that a lot in my travels. So you never told me what you two do for a living. I mean it's clear you on vacation and you own this place but beyond that..."

"Oh we are members of the Wonderbolts, I'm the Captain. Fleetfoot is one of my Lutents as well as my mare friend. We are both Guard elite flyers." Said Spitfire

"Yeah we are also the ponies that put on stunt shows." Said Fleetfoot

"Guess that pays well then. Guess I will have to find my own place some time. Once my crew is altogether again. And we have the bits." He said scratching his head.

The mares looked at each other.

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Later in there room

"Can we please keep him? He cooks, he is cute and cuddlly, and he is grate with kids." Said Fleetfoot...

"And what about his friends coming to find him? We just going to put a all of them up in our house?" Asked Spitfire.

"He said he'll have them get jobs.. And not all will live in the house." replied Fleetfoot

"You know we are not here most of the time yeah we own it out right but think of the food cost alone." Said Spitfire.

"I know you like his cooking, and you want to huggle him as much as I do. And didn't you suggest finding a stud and tacking or relationship from just us to a herd? A pokémon is just as eligible as a pony." Said Fleetfoot

"Well yes, but he's the size of a foal! I mean yeah he is nice strong spoken good at keeping what basically is his adopted kids under control most of the time." Said Spitfire.

"See and with him you and I can still have foals with each other." Said Fleetfoot

"So we just make him part of the family and not let him have any fun?" Said Spitfire.

"We no one knows if pony and pokémon can have children together...." Said Fleetfoot

"That's true...." Said Spitfire.

Fleetfoot started giving Spitfire the cute begging pout.

"Ok. Ok. You win! No fair playing dirty." Said Spitfire as she flopped on the bed.

"Yes!" Shouted Fleetfoot as she pumped a hoof in the air.

"But only if he agrees to it. He might not find us attractive." Said Spitfire raining in her marefriend.

The scattered ligon, the coming of the Devils of Orre.

Author's Note

I like to thanks to the stag Prince for his help in a quick edit. But I need a editor. 18 or up for this and other stories so if interested pm me. Ps I write on site using a out dated Kindle that can't run Google documents so all work will be done on site.

The scattered ligon, the coming of the Devils of Orre.

A Steelix churns along the surface, its body worn and scarred from years of battle. Atop its head sat a group of pokémon. The first was an Espeon with a well groomed coat--her glowing eyes fixed straight as if gazing upon something no one else could see. Behind her were four pokemon: a Blastoise, Blazakin, Metagross, and a Vespiquin.

"Hey Jewl!" shouted the Blastoise, as he looked up from his cards--he was playing with his fellow pokémon friends.

"Yes, Blaster?" replied the Espeon.

"Any guesses when we'll find the boss? I mean, not that I don't mind the lack of young Eevees bouncing on my shell, but I miss the hell-raiser. It just seems like something is missing. Y'know, Blaze?"

The Blazekin nodded and spoke in a meditative tone, "An army without its general, is like a flower without its petals."

The Metagross looked at the two of them. "How can you put up with his speech? I was never around him much before now, but being with him for only a few days gives me the urge to break his beak. How can you stand working with him for years, Blaster?"

Blaster smiled. "Easy, we grew up together. He picked it up from a character on a video game we saw and started to mimic him. I find it quite amusing, to be honest."

The Vespiquin chimed in. "I too find his speech entertaining, Stone. It is quite…unique, and provides some cultural flavour."

"I agree," came the rumbling voice of there ride as she spoke up. "Q-bee is right. It's nice to have some poetry in your day, and Blaze gives us some whenever he speaks."

"Again I'm out-voted--even Tremor likes his fancy talk. Why couldn't I have been dumped with the Eevee mob or with Leviathin!" Stone complained, as he dropped the his cards. "I fold."

The others Laugh and continued on.

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A Whalord by the name of Leviathen swam along the ocean. On her left swam Melody, a Milotic, and on her right a Gyarados, named Rampage. Clinging to her under belly was Cannonaide, an Octillery with a cold attitude. "Approaching Golding school--targeted and firing! Psybeam!" A rainbow blast of energy shot out, scattering them.

"Cannonaide! Cut that out. You are not a gun battery." Melody scolded.

"Leave her be, Melody. She just likes to shoot things. Besides, I got passengers on my back--she keeps the stupid away." said Leviathen.

On her back sat four broad pokémon. There was Spirit the Haunter her eye glowing, Chilla the Forstlass, Flamewing the Valcarona, and Vaper the Vaporeon. Flamewing and Vaper were snuggled up sleeping.

Spirit sighed, "They never stop do they?"

Chilla chuckled, "Well they never spent time together. It's no surprise they bicker, but they will get along in time."

"I know--believe me, I know. I'm nearly twenty-six, and was Dragon's first pokémon. I've seen how pokémon learn to get along. Now that I think about it, I miss Saturn. We were nearly inseparable while growing up." said Spirit.

Rampage stuck her head up. "Any idea on what pokémon Boss became?"

Spirit grinned. "If he is not a ghost, he's an Eevee. As many as he raised he would most likely be one himself. I just hope Vaper and Jewl can keep there paws off him." This caused them all to laugh.

"Commander Spirit, are we still on course?" asked Cannonaide.

"We drifted to the right by three degrees. Leviathen, please correct." said Spirit.

"Aye aye. I'm glad he taught you psychic." said Laviathen.

"We all are. He teaches moves no one expects--like my Flamethrower." said Cannonaide.

"Yes, and soon we will find him." said Spirit.

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It was a small army marching dubble line down a road though a small town. Ponies and other pokémon scattered out of the way. The front of the lines was a Magainum on the left and a Gigalith on the right. Magnum and Crystal respectively. On Magnum's back sat a Saturn, a Gardevoir her eyes closed in focus on her task, most that had seen her battle called her Goddess of destruction. She was powerful and ruthless in battle and devoutly loyal. The next row had Cuddlebug a Galvantchula and Disaster a Absol, on the spiders back sat a second psychic pokémon, Blackmagic a Alakazam, that was twirling his spoons in his fingers as his eyes glowed.

The next two where Ice and Shadow a Glacieon and Umbreon, followed by a unruly bunch of little Eevees being kept in the formation by Blade and Sting a Sicsores and Beedrill. Behind the the Eevee was two more of there evolutions Volt and Flame, a Jotyeon and Flareon.

Next stalked the Aerodactyl, Ace and the Chandelure, Ghostlight. Behind them was Fang and Hood, a Serviper and Arbock, next was the Zweilous, Hydra, and the Sandile, Chomp. After them came Cleopatra the Yamask and Fluffy the Furret. Then Bunny the Lopuny, Bones the Merowak, MaiLiFang the Medicham, and Ooze the Muk.

They marched in formation, most carried themselves like veteran soldiers with some notable exceptions being the youngest pokémon, the mass of Eevees the most noticeable. From time to time one of the bugs had to chase down a runner that went after a ball or to play with a foal. Rarely the bug would stop and the Eevee was left with a pony or another pokémon. The strange precession went on with a creepy quite from all but the Eevees and the buzz of insect wings.

Blackmagic spoke "It's harder than I thought linking three minds over so far. It is quite tiring."

"Your doing fine kid. I have the lock on Dragon, you just maintain my relay. We will arrive second, given its on the coast. Spirit and those with her will be there first. So when they reach him you will have less work to do." Said Saturn.

"Dose that mean he can get off my back soon?" Grumbled Cuddlebug.

"Yes.. 4... no 3 more days and he can. That is if we can keep this pace." Answers Saturn.

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Dragon was helping Spitfire and Fleetfoot make dinner. Ok he was doing the cooking they just worked the pots and oven as he did everything else. Then he felt it, that familiar feeling in the back of his mind. He went to the note pad.

My team is coming, in a few days. The first group is coming by sea. When they get here I'll put them to work helping out around here.

Spitfire looked at him and asked. "How many total we talking?"

Well over 30 but some will stay outside do to ether needing water or size. Of and there will probably be more of the runts.

"Fine but some of them will have to get jobs me and Fleet are not paying to feed army." Said Spitfire.

Dragon nodded in full agreement. He knew he needed to do that. But he though he would have more time. Then came a shout.

Both of them turned to see Fleet in the next room with the Eevees all over her chewing on her ears and wings. "Spitfire help!" She cried.

They both sighed.... "Can you rain those brats of yours in?" Asked Spitfire.

Dragon sighs and nods. "Hay come on you lot off of aunty Fleetfoot. Go wash your paws for dinner."

"Ok!" They all ran of to a cleaning bowl Dragon had set up.

He let out a sigh. "This is why I never got married. Who needs kids when you have Eevees." He mumbled to him self.

sorry my fans

Ok so well.... I hit a block on this story. I want to keel it going but I just can't get it flowing and I'm not happy with how the chapter I have so far is doing... So it is now on hiatus till I get the spark again... Sorry to all that liked the story but it is what it is.