Jolteon - The Lightning-Fast Tour Eevee and tiny Mike chapter 3 by The Reaper

Mike looked up at the circle of towering girls, his heart racing as he scanned their expectant faces. The sheer scale of them was dizzying, their presence filling the room with a mixture of warmth, electricity, and sweetness. He felt a sudden surge of excitement, thinking of the high-energy chaos that usually followed the spiky-haired girl. With a determined look and a tiny, confident voice, he pointed toward the yellow-clad girl and chirped, "I choose Jolteon!"

Jolteon let out a triumphant shriek, her spiky hair practically sparking with static electricity. She didn't waste a single second, swooping in to scoop Mike up from Vaporeon's arms with a lightning-fast motion. The speed of the movement made Mike's stomach drop, and he let out a small gasp as he was suddenly hoisted high into the air. She held him close to her chest, the sporty fabric of her cropped jacket brushing against him, as she beamed with a wide, victorious grin.

"Yes! I knew he'd want the thrill!" Jolteon cheered, her eyes dancing with excitement. She looked over at the other girls, her expression playful and triumphant. While the others looked slightly disappointed, they couldn't help but smile at Jolteon's infectious energy. Vaporeon let out a soft, melodic sigh, her blue skin shimmering as she stepped back, gracefully conceding her place as the temporary guardian of the tiny boy.

Without a moment's hesitation, Jolteon began to pivot, her movements sharp and energetic. "Hold on tight, Mike! The living room is practically a mountain range, and we've got a lot of ground to cover!" She shifted him to the pocket of her jacket, carefully tucking him in so only his blonde head peeked out. He felt the rhythmic thrum of her heartbeat and the warmth of her toned stomach as she began to bounce on the balls of her feet, ready to launch into their first adventure.

As she zoomed away, the room blurred into a streak of yellow, leaving the other Eeveelutions behind in a wake of static and laughter. Mike gripped the fabric of the pocket, feeling the wind whip past his face as Jolteon sprinted across the hardwood floor. He was no longer just a guest; he was a passenger on a high-speed journey, completely at the mercy of the most energetic girl in the house.