Pokémon the Dream: Eevee's Journey of Change

In this magical continent,

Only a very small number of elves can communicate with Locke telepathically.

This is a rare and precious ability, usually only possessed by gifted creatures.

The beast bred in the elf egg before my eyes,

Being able to communicate with him before he even hatched from his shell is undoubtedly an extraordinary talent.

It indicates its innate extraordinary abilities.

Once it comes into the world,

Its power must be unimaginable, and its existence will rewrite the pages of history.

It is a legendary multi-attribute beast that has the power to control natural elements.

Its potential is limitless and can bring about miracles of destruction or creation.

Fürth was more careful in his massage, his fingers moving gently and rhythmically over the eggshell.

Every touch was filled with respect and anticipation.

Whether in technique or strength, he strives to achieve the ultimate precision and softness, as if performing a sacred ritual.

He knew very well that

It is crucial to establish a good relationship with this unborn beast.

This concerns his personal destiny.

at the same time,

Donald in the egg felt every touch of Felt, an unprecedented feeling of comfort.

Under Felt's massage, he almost moaned with satisfaction.

This feeling made him almost forget the passage of time.

He has experienced many vicissitudes and witnessed countless miracles and disasters.

But he had never experienced such an intoxicating massage, which made him look forward to the future.

This careful shit shoveler, Fürth,

He is indeed very attentive, and every movement he makes reveals his respect and love for the mythical beast.

Fürth knew that

This is not just a simple massage, but also an exchange of thoughts and a touch of the soul.

During this process,

He has developed a special connection with the mythical beast, a connection that transcends words.

It transcends form and becomes the most precious bond between them.

"Very good, I allow you to be my poop shoveler."

Donald's words were like a warm spring breeze, gently blowing through Felt's heart.

It made him feel both surprised and excited.

Felt's heart beat faster and his eyes flashed, as if he saw the dawn of hope.

“Great! It seems you have accepted me!”

Felt said excitedly, his voice filled with irrepressible joy and anticipation.

A bright smile bloomed on his face, like a blooming flower, full of vitality and energy.

"Wait, I'm your boss and you're my shit shoveler."

Donald clarified, a hint of playfulness and humor in his voice.

He looked at Felt, with a glimmer of appreciation and approval in his eyes.

“Oh, it doesn’t matter. What matters is that we are together.”

Felt responded excitedly, his voice full of determination and resolve.

He knew that regardless of the title, the friendship and trust between them were the most precious.

Donald smiled slightly, with a warm light in his eyes.

"If you say so, then we are partners."

Felt's heart was filled with joy and gratitude.

He didn't expect that the massage techniques he learned would be so effective.

Just a few simple moves won Donald's heart.

He felt extremely proud and satisfied because he knew

, the relationship between them has gone beyond the boundaries of master and servant and has become true partners and friends.

“I will take good care of you.”

Felt said sincerely.

“Well, I believe you.”

Donald responded, trust in his eyes.

Felt smiled.

This mysterious fairy egg contains an extraordinary beast.

Its appearance heralds the beginning of a legend.

Felt didn't take the so-called following of the divine beast too seriously.

He knew that true power would not easily succumb to anyone.

Since such a powerful beast chose to follow him,

That must be a reasonable reason.

A reason that can convince itself.

Donald's voice sounded again, with unquestionable majesty:

"You will be my loyal little brother, is that clear?"

This is not just a simple command.

It's more like a solemn contract.

A contract that only the truly powerful can make.

Donald chuckled, with a hint of teasing and unruliness in his laughter.

Felt felt more and more that the proud beast in front of him was really lovable.

Donald seemed to be deeply attracted by Felt's skilled massage skills.

I long to be his partner, but I am not willing to give up my pride easily.

So I use a seemingly arrogant excuse to cover up my inner desire.

This contradictory yet lovely character makes Felt feel particularly close to him.

however,

Fürth didn't mind joining in on the fun.

after all,

The dignity of the divine beasts should not be underestimated.

He knows very well that only through respect can mutual trust be established.

He cleared his throat gently.

His expression became serious, as if he was participating in a solemn ceremony.

He said in a low but firm voice:

"Got it, my boss!"

This short statement is both a response to Donald and a clear identification of his own role.

Donald showed a satisfied smile on his face and nodded slightly to show his approval of Felt.

Felt, he finally recognized his own identity.

"That's true."

There was a hint of relief in Donald's voice, and he seemed satisfied with Felt's attitude.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, raised the corners of his mouth, revealing a smug expression.

however,

This expression did not last long, because Felt stopped dwelling on the previous topic and asked curiously:

"How long will it take you to get out of there?"

His eyes were fixed on Donald, as if trying to find the answer from his response.

Donald snorted contemptuously.

There was a sense of arrogance and disdain in his eyes, as if he was impatient with Felt's questions.

He made a crisp sound.

"I am not happy with your way of addressing me. You should address me as Master Ibrahimovic or Boss."

There was an unquestionable authority in his voice that made people feel awe.

"Oh, Boss,"

Felt quickly corrected himself.

He didn't seem to care about Donald's request, but instead found the title somewhat interesting.

"May I ask how long it will take you to get out of there?"

He repeated his question again.

He seemed to enjoy this change in address.

Donald nodded slightly in satisfaction, a look of pride in his expression.

"I can come out anytime. I just want to give you a chance to serve me and show you what you can do."

His words were full of confidence and control.

“This is a test for you!”

There was a tone of testing and challenging in Donald's voice, and he seemed to be waiting for Felt's reaction.

Felt laughed secretly but did not expose it.

He knew that in this situation, remaining silent and compliant might be the wiser option.

“Oh, I see!”

There was a hint of relief and understanding in his voice.

Felt wanted to continue asking questions but was interrupted by Donald.

“Now it’s my turn to ask you a question, and you must answer it honestly!”

There was a command and expectation in Donald's voice.

"My little brother,"

Donald addressed Felt in a condescending tone.

“Do you think you’re smart?”

The question seemed like a trap, waiting for Fürth's answer.