Austin awoke to find himself entwined in a tangle of vines.

He immediately stiffened in place. There were vines everywhere. Around his torso, around his neck, down his throat, even up his... well. Thankfully not very far. Unfortunately, Lansing wasn't waking up...

Austin gently bit on the vine in his mouth, and, fortunately for him, the Leafeon awoke. She blinked slowly a few times, then realised what she had done in her sleep, and retracted the tendrils. Austin took a deep breath.

"Th-thanks..."

"S-sorry," Lansing said, blushing. "I... you... uhm... you were in my bed..."

"You were cold. I thought maybe you'd appreciate some warm Flareon next to you..." Austin said, somewhat abashedly.

"I-I'm really sorry... P-please... tell me, next time," Lansing said.

"Okay," Austin purred, gently nuzzling her. Lansing blushed, backing up after a moment.

"S-so, uh... do you want to see Jan and see if she can fix your... 'glasses?' Or do you want breakfast?" Lansing asked.

Austin thought. He was pretty hungry, but without his glasses, he was in pretty rough shape.

"Let's see if Jan can fix these things," the Flareon said, lifting up the mangled mess of plastic and glass.

So, the two went over to Jan's room. Lansing knocked on the door, and there was a low, deep  growling from behind the door. Austin stepped back quickly.

"S-sorry! Sorry! W-we can come back later!" Lansing said quickly.

The door opened, revealing the shiny Umbreon, hulking over them and looking very disheveled. "What do you mortals want?" she asked.

A shudder went through Austin's whole body at how Jan said the word "mortals," barely able to keep on his feet. Lansing's ears trembled, but she held fast, holding out the glasses.

"C-could you fix these?" the Leafeon stammered. Jan stared at the mess in Lansing's paw, and promptly ate it. Austin cringed. Now, he didn't even have the frame...

Suddenly, the Umbreon began coughing and belching and hacking, like she was a cat with a hairball. Eventually, she coughed up...

A full, clean and dry and whole pair of glasses...

Austin stared for a moment, then put the spectacles on his face. Somehow the prescription was even better than before. Jan stared at Austin with great intensity.

"Well?"

"Th-thanks! H-how-"

"Make me a sandwich."

"Wh-wha-"

"Make me a sandwich, mortal!"

Austin trembled and ran to the kitchen, desperately looking for bread and supplies. He couldn't help but to do anything else. His body moved on its own, his paws applying meat to a slice of bread, then mustard and cheese. Jan stood, watching him closely. He carried the finished sandwich to the Umbreon, his head forced to bow as he presented the food to her. Jan devoured the sandwich, growling almost sensually as she consumed it...

"M-more..."

Immediately Austin felt himself making another sandwich, and another, and another, one after the other, presenting each to Jan, who swallowed them each eagerly. 

By the time Austin could control himself again, the sky was dark with the night. Jan was laid on the floor of the kitchen, overwhelmed with pleasure. Austin, somehow, noticed that he wasn't even hungry, despite having done nothing but make sandwiches all day. However, drained of energy, and of curiosity, he stumbled back to Lansing's room and laid beside her. Fortunately, she was awake for him, until they fell asleep embracing each other...