The first thing he sensed was the smell of apples.

As Austin awoke, his nose was filled with the fragrance of the fruit, not overpowering, and not unpleasant at all. He opened his eyes and looked at his surroundings. It was hard to see without his glasses. He lamented for a moment, then stood up to explore up close.

He was in a narrow, moonlit room, one wall filled with a grand window. On the floor was a soft blue mat, an indentation in the middle indicating that someone had been sleeping there. Beside the mat was a computer, opened to what appeared to be a Duolingo page for Polish. There was nothing else-

Austin looked up from the computer and leapt back into the wall, for there, before him, was a Leafeon, perfectly silent, who was carrying a tray of food by her mouth. She set the tray down and smiled at him.

"S-sorry to scare you. I'm Lansing; this is my room."

"A-Austin... I-I, uh... a-are you the one that chased that Vaporeon off?"

"Yeah," she replied. "That's Ontario..."

"What's its... her... his... deal?" Austin asked, not sure if he should even give the creature a gender. Lansing sighed.

"Ontario's actually three Vaporeons - London, Amsterdam, and Hanoi - combined into one. Their DNA is similar enough that they can form into one creature, with about half the brainpower and exponentially large horniness."

Austin blushed, shaking his head. "Th-thanks for getting me out of that..."

Lansing grinned. "No problem. I'm happy to help." She lifted up a mangled mess of glass and plastic with a paw, and Austin sighed. "Guess those are my glasses."

"Is that what they're called? I've never seen anything like this for Pokemon before," she said. "I never paid them much mind. Jan can probably fix them in the morning. But for now, I'm going to sleep. Help yourself to the food." And with that, she padded onto the blue mat, laid down, and promptly fell to sleep.

Austin looked at the plate. There were some interesting looking fruits he hadn't seen before, as well as what looked to be strips of bacon. He ate a few of the strips and a yellow fruit that turned out to be rather rubbery and unpleasant, and made ready to lay down. However, glancing over, he saw Lansing, alone in her bed, shuddering slightly. She looked very alone indeed. So, being a gentleman, the Flareon carefully climbed onto the mat with her, cuddling her with his warm body, before he, too, fell asleep...