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Roughing it through the countryside is tougher than you would be lead to believe from those documentaries on famous Pokémasters; days of travel through the wild countryside is cut to neatly fit their forty-two minute time block. Plus, those trainers probably only stick to the designated routes, makes it easier on the camera crew and all.

'Route Wendy,' as I had taken to calling my hike in my head, was far rougher to traverse than any of the numbered routes. I was truly out in the wilds of Northwest Unova, traveling without a hint of civilization for going on eight days now.

No one could say that I went into this unprepared. A long conversation with the owner of the local sporting goods store had put a good hole in my savings, but it's better to be over equipped on an extended hike. That motto is why I over packed with enough high-density food-blocks for two weeks, a high quality water purifier, and plenty of Hyper Repel spray to keep the pesky encounters away. Unlike the flashy masters on TV I was dressed practically, covered neck to toe in lightweight canvas of various earth tones and topped off in a wide brimmed hat. Sunburns weren't going to take a pasty-face like me down.

As it turned out, this extensive readiness was still quite tasked on the journey. My amateur cartography had put it at a week to make it to my destination, but eight days out I was still on the trail. I quickly learned in trying to take the Murkrow's path between Icirrus City and Anville Town that forging through the wilderness requires a saintly amount of patience. The first few days were slow going as I made a serpentine route through valleys and forests in search for the easiest path up a steep slope or across a cold stream. Even now I sighed as I was forced once again to turn my path to walk around a particularly tight clump of trees. It reminded me of when a handful of trees in a video game forced you to into a precisely formed labyrinth, a design choice that before struck me as stupid. Then again, my only hiking experience before was in the tended lawns of the cities and towns or on the gravel trails of local wilderness parks. In the wilds here I'd need a machete to force through the twisted and prickly branches that crisscross inside the clump before me, and they reached down so low to the ground that I would have to slither on the ground like Sammi can to slip underneath.

I found myself chuckling at my mental imitation of a Snivy flat to the ground crawling about on her belly. My girl brought up her head from off the perch of my shoulders to give me an inquisitive look. Sammi was the runt of her brood, which made her the perfect size to be my living scarf. Like the rest of my classmates, I received my Pokémon friend almost a decade ago upon reaching the age of ten; unlike the others she had remained my only Pokémon. They had left years ago to journey across the vast region of Unova. Me? Well I stayed at home and continued academics in relaxed tranquility. While adorable and precocious, my undersized grass-typed snake had never been apt to battle and found I didn't really have a taste for it either. There's only so much room for stories of great Pokémon masters, my own path would lead elsewhere in life.

I look over to Sammi, giving her a faint grin. "Thank goodness you never wanted to evolve- I couldn't have gotten an hour out of town before I collapsed under the weight of a Servine." Her eyes narrow down in that sly look characteristic of the species and I note the slight rise of her cheeks to return my smile.

In honestly though, I might be able to carry a larger Pokémon quite a distance now. Days on the trail had left me feeling the best I have in ages, physically at least. Oh, the first day was a bruiser and I woke up sore all over; didn't make much progress on that second day, no, but the pains of strained muscles had definitely subsided. I've been traveling further each day now that I'm not stopping so often for breaks.

My friends would tell me that I'm not the most objective person to give a description of myself. They all say, "Wendy, you're just too hard on yourself." They complement my dark eyes, my light skin, my wavy brunette hair, to which I answer: my eyes are the plainest brown, my skin is a sunburn magnet, and fuck my hair felt a fucking Rattata nest eight days without a shower. The scale in my bathroom is the most objective critic though. I won't deny it, I've packed on overly healthy weight in my teenage years and there's not a part of me that couldn't be called 'chubby'. It doesn't bother me so much these days, as I've grown to accept, if not love, my by comfortable body well enough.

On the other hand, it feels like I've lost a kilo or three just in the past week; my clothes definitely are looser now than when I bought them; it's only the copious sweet they've been absorbing during the daily hikes which keep them clinging so tightly to my skin. I may look like a mess right now, but at least I didn't feel like one. "I should have done this a long time ago," I spoke out loud to myself, faintly wondering why I had kept to such a sedentary lifestyle of school and study while my peers set off from home in search of adventure.

Then the dark cloud hovering around the back my mind reminds me of why I had set out so hastily.

I shook my head to blow it away, turning to watch Sammi curl comfortably at my side. They say Pokémon end up resembling their trainers, but Sammi was positively skinny in the curvature of her lithe serpentine torso. I savored in the light squeeze as she held wrapped around my broad neck. Sam had always been the touchy feely sort, something I've never appreciated more than the last few days. Every morning after we broke camp she would climb eagerly up onto my shoulders, ready to- well, she didn't do much except doze and occasionally glance at the scenery, but it was nice to always feel her with me. I probably would have turned back after that first night if I had been truly alone. Kinda calls into question the idea that I'm actually getting away from it all when I had my best friend still by my side.

The day continued in the same fashion, as the days out here seemed to go. In the times when my mind wandered I focused the calmness of nature surrounding me, searching the trees to see if I could pick out a Pidove hopping between branches or a Watchog scurrying about the underbrush. More rarely I could spy Deerling in pastel camouflage foraging in the safe distance. More often I had to keep my focus on the rough country, forging a path across roots and rocks just waiting to trip the careless traveler.

We ended the day a little before sunset, after a clamber up some particularly steep slopes to a natural rocky promontory above a fast moving river. With the river available to refill water stores in the morning I set down the burden of my pack to declare camp. The remainder of my baggage jumped from my shoulders to saunter around, searching for the smoothest spot of granite to curl up on and bask as the stone released the day's heat. "Sniiii-veee," her coo brought a smile to my face as I set to rummaging through my pack for tonight's supplies.

"Well then, when you're done with your beauty sleep," I joke, unbundling the sleeping bag bound underneath, "You ready for firewood duty?" The question was a mere formality by now as Sammi was used to her post-hike responsibility. The Snivy hopped back to her tiny feet and lifted a stub of an arm as high as she could in a mock salute before turning to waddle off into the brush. I return the gesture with a smile before she left, and made myself busy clearing the ground of general debris. Next came the important task of spraying a ward of super repel around the area before I finally allowed myself to relax upon the unrolled sleeping bag.

It was a relief to be off my sore feet, but now that I was no longer on the move it became harder to keep my mind from wandering. My body was getting used to the daily exercise and after eight days I didn't even have the respite of fatigue to concentrate on. Sammi was right that the spot I chose for camp was warm and stunning in the oranges of twilight that colored the grey of the granite ridge, but this was my eighth day of gorgeous landscapes while my partner had slept through much of the journey. The scenery, the muffled babbling of the river below, the lazy motions of clouds above- none could hold the tide of emotions this journey was supposed to be washing away. And so, slowly and surely, my hand snuck towards my pocket and brought forth the mobile phone within.

The home screen immediately notified me that I was still out of cell range. Good, the better part of my conscious mind agreed. I wasn't looking forward to checking a flooded voicemail service when I returned to civilization, and at least this would be another night without interruption. Out here, I was still alone.

Dummy, of course there wouldn't be any messages; the phone would have notified me with a chime and vibration the moment it hit signal. I would click it on to be greeted by '167 New Messages' or some other obscene number the moment I returned to range. "I don't even want to talk to these people," I said to no one in particular, meaning myself of course. Fuck, I did not need more proof that I was losing my sanity.

Yet here I lay, my phone weakly in hand as my superego fought a losing battle against the lesser houses. I didn't want to. I shouldn't bother looking. How many times had I read it already? There was nothing I hadn't seen a hundred times before. I was supposed to be forgetting my worries. What's the point of looking again? None of it mattered; my thumb tapped on the message button anyway.

The most recent conversation was from Mark, just as it had been when I stepped into the outside world of 'No Signal'. He wore a big grin within the small square of his contact photo. Lots of teeth on that shit eating grin. Listed out beside his picture: 'W talk to someone please. Tell them where you're going'. Mark and his stupid face.

Well, it was true. I hadn't told anyone where I was going. Mark was probably right that I should have, which made him all the more fucking stupid. I didn't want the famous flying scouts of Mistralton city marking an early end to my little excursion before its natural conclusion. Makes it harder to search when no one knows where I ran off to. Also means that if I slipped and broke my neck, they'd probably never find the body.

As my rational mind wearily processed all these stupidly morbid thoughts, my unconscious soldiered on. It only took a light tap of the thumb to expand the conversation out to the rest of his one sided messages:

'W talk to someone please. Tell them where you're going'

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'Your parents are worried they keep asking me about you'

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'Hey again'

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'Where'd you go off'

A flick of the thumb across the touch screen and the messages of apology scrolled into the past. Near the bottom of the stack:

'l didn't mean for you to see that'

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'I'm so sorry Wendy'

And far below that:

'She's the one who wanted it I just can't say no"

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'She's been my partner for half my life before I even met you'

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'Wendy it's not what you think'

Until finally I reach a different message, the last one I had sent:

'Class ended early. Be over in 10 to pick you up for dinner'

Yeah, you didn't want me to see that. You didn't want me to let myself into your apartment to find your cock buried inside your dear Dewott did you? Your Pokémon underneath your naked body. It really was my fault not to call ahead when I wanted to see my boyfriend. I just came in and opened the door to your room to find a face full of fucking bestiality. That blue toned otter, her face red with exhaustion, collapsed and sprawled out onto the bed, head tilting to the side, mouth dripping with contented drool.

Sorry I'm making a big fucking deal about it, but the image managed to burn itself into my brain pretty quickly.

"Snii-vy?"

My heart skipping, I crane my head back to glimpse the approaching Pokémon while. Without much subtlety my hand slips the phone back into the privacy of my pocket. "Hey there Sammi, that was pretty fast!" I sit up and put on my best smile as she walked on over. The Snivy carried a sizeable bundle of wood easily in two prehensile vines extending from her back. I knew those vines more than made up for her teensy arms; with little effort Sammi could probably manage twice as much firewood as she brought now. "Do you think that's enough for tonight?" I ask, hoping to avoid a different conversation.

Sammi let the bundle drop to the ground and curled her arms and vines on her hips in a pout, not taking her stare from me. When she got serious my sweet little girl could really give a mean leer. I instinctively gulp as I felt my defenses being lowered. "I mean, ah- I have a feeling it's gonna be cold tonight, so we should be sure we have enough, right?"

In a flash of green, one of Sammi's vines sped towards me, skillfully worming into my pocket to nab my phone faster than I could react. I only managed a feeble "Hey!" in protest, my hand extending to graze the escaping phone. The lunge landed me ungracefully on my belly, impotent as Sammi taps the unlock and enters my password. "Sammi, it was just a quick check, I just wanted to see if we were in range yet." Undeterred, my friend plays with the screen, her little hand scrolling through Mark's many eloquent apologies. "It doesn't mean anything, Sam," I start, defensively, following up that lie up with my best smile, "I'm getting over him, I swear!"

"Snii!" she counters, her mouth a stern frown. I open my own to defend myself further, but stop as I hold her gaze. At first all I could see was the anger, but as I stared I began to realize it was concern which clouded her face. I had restrained myself from speaking my feelings through the entire hike as if just the routine of travel and my short, one sided small talk could bury the matter. "Snii, Snivee-vee!" As her wordless protest continued I arrived at the realization how much of an ass I had been to my best friend. No, it didn't speak well of me.

"Fuck, even with you I can't be honest, can I- this is ridiculous," I pause, unsure what exactly to say next. That stupid fuckup doesn't deserve my sympathy- right? Why was it so hard to say how much I hate him? "I mean- I always expected that I might have a guy cheat on me some day," I spread my arms to exhibit just to emphasize much of a mess I looked, "Not much of a prize, you know?"

"Sni-vy!" My friend's eyes flared at my self-targeted insult, but I wave it off with a motion. "Sammi, he was with someone else- and I think... I could probably even forgive him if it had been another girl," I look away so as not to clam up again in front of her. "I don't know but," it was a struggle to get the thoughts out, "Sam, it was his Dewott- I mean, fucking seriously? A Pokémon?" My voice rose in pious fury. "I wasn't enough, so without saying anything to me- nothing at all!- he just goes ahead and barebacks it in his Dewott!"

I pull my knees up to my chest and turn my head down into them. I didn't want Sammi to see me on the verge of screaming or sobbing, unsure which would even break out first. "Who knows?" my voice sounded muffled to my own ears. "Maybe he's been fucking her since his prick started rising. Oh yeah, I know it wasn't the first time, not by far."

The quiet of the wilderness filled the space between us as my ranting subsided. Neither of us spoke for minutes on end until I recognize a few stifled sniffs. I wearily raise my head to see Sammi walking up to me, coming to put a leafy hand on my leg. Her eyes are wide and moist with worry for me, deep with fear of the pain she knew I was in. I had brought my dear Sam to tears out of love for me.

"Hey girl," my voice softens instinctively at the sight, "I'll be alright, I'm sorry to make you worry." I extend my hand out to gently cup her face, running a finger under her soft chin. "I'm feeling a lot better-" no, wait- "much better than I was when we left, at least. Thank you for being with me." I hold out both arms to pull her to me. "Always."

Sammi quickly echoes my embrace. She is small but I could feel the exertion as she worked to stretch those stubs of arms around my belly. Tension in my shoulders eased, my body relaxing in the comfort of the moment. The little Snivy chirps with pleasured coos as one of my thumbs idly strokes down the yellow ridge of her back. It was wonderful to just sit with her.

As the minutes passed I noticed Sammi working to snuggle closer and closer to me. Her body even began to shiver as the cooling breezes of evening swept around us. "Hey Sam, you should go grab some more firewood before it gets too dark." I let go of her back but she remained clutched to me. "Come on now, girl, it's just gonna get colder. You don't want to have to spend the night in the Pokéball, do you?"

It was a low blow, to be sure. The grip of those leafy paws brought a quick pain as they dug in to show her annoyance of the threat. Despite all assurances from the manufacturers that Pokéballs are 'perfectly safe and comfortable for all sizes and personalities' I remain skeptical and reluctant to force Sammi into the convenient travel cage, a decision she was more than happy to agree with. "I promise, we'll talk more about it later," I told her softly, before adding, "and I promise I'm not upset with you. There's just a lot on my mind and- it's hard not to be angry with him." I give my dearest Snivy one last squeeze before letting go of the embrace.

After a short hesitation, Sammi releases herself and soon after her small form trods away to disappear into the underbrush. I was alone again, but for the first time I felt as though I was a step towards closure. Sure, Mark was still a fucking dick, but I could get past him. I'm better than that. Fuck, look how far I've come just this past week.

I was happy that some mental turmoil was subsiding, but my body began to signal for another sort of relief. "It's always something," I mutter as I make my way towards the privacy of the woods off the camp, making sure to leave in the opposite direction of Sammi.

It took a minute and change to find a spot I felt had enough underbrush to keep myself secluded. As I pulled down pants and plain practical panties to my knees, my hands brush lightly along my thighs, sparking a shiver of pleasure tingling up my body. "Th-that too?" I wonder aloud as I squat to do my business. Lack of access to a toilet was an unpleasant affair that I was forced to acclimate to, but I had almost forgotten what those more perverse urges felt like. Oh, it's not as though I'm prudish or anything, but the last days had ended in such exhaustion that the urge never crossed my mind.

Finishing my sanitary business, I carefully peer over my concealment, looking for another place to continue to sate my body's needs. No such luck, not another comfortable hiding spot in sight. Between my body's sudden call to action and my mind's requirement of privacy, here was probably the best place to take care of it. What was I worried about- I was alone, wasn't I? Sammi was off somewhere else entirely; I couldn't just to go back to camp and have her sneak up behind me again. We were close, but some things you just keep to yourself. "Just a few minutes," I whisper while scootching away from my fresh puddle, hand reaching towards my wetted slit. "Shouldn't take long."

The first touch sends a shock through my system, and I steady myself with my free hand not to tip backwards. Immediately my body lusted for a nice bed to relax on, to lie back and squirm in the soft sheets rather than contend with this awkward squatting. A sigh, and I force those thoughts away. I was prepared the on the second touch, and this time I did not fight the wave of pleasure as my finger caressed down my slit. I just had to roll with each shudder, letting sensations take their course through me and leaving warm trails in their wake. By then I could start in earnest, letting that probing finger slip between already moist lips.

One pudgy finger wasn't enough to sate my desire, and soon a second and then a third join in to open my lips further apart. Sure my digits were covered in the grime of travel, but, fuck it, I was grimy all over. I work them into my most sensitive spots with a passion lacking since I first experimented with myself. "Ee-eight days, way too f-fucking long," I stutter, trying to stifle any moans of pleasure while the back of my mind wondered if there had ever been four days that I hadn't managed at least a quickie.

As I let my thumb glide over my sensitive button, I let go an involuntary squeal before quickly forcing myself into silence. Sure, no human for miles, but Sammi was definitely still within shouting distance. My best friend she may be, these sessions had always been a private matter between us. One of the only reasons to use Pokéballs at night, I figure.

"Damn it..." I whisper between moments of breathlessness. My forced silence and awkward mental tangents didn't help the natural rhythms of my body, but through the repression and discomfort the pleasure kept building. Out here there was no boy to fantasize about, no porn to engulf myself within. This act was mine, of me, a release of the hardships I had borne the past days. Fucking glorious.

The wind picked up and the air grew colder, but my exposed flesh continued to heat as I grew close. I wanted this, to satisfy myself out here alone in the wilderness.

A snap of a branch from behind me signaled that I wasn't alone, not even here. Conscious of my position, I pull my hand away and to the ground for balance. I could feel the dirt stick to my wet fingers, and I instinctually wipe them on the canvas of my pants before I return standing to my feet, pulling the trousers up to fasten them more appropriately. "Saaamm-eeee," I try to pull my breathless voice back to a normal tone, "you gotta stop sneaking up on me like this!"

I turn my head to look down at her, but there was no Snivy below my eyeline. Instead, my sight traces up a bulk of white shaggy fur to the head of a icicle tusked monster. A massive Beartic stood before me, a mountain on legs more than half again my height. He stares down at my wide eyes with his black beads. My own sight drifts to the massive paws at his side and the ebony claws which shone with menacing light. Understandably I find myself speechless, but the freezing Pokémon had enough words for the both of us. His roar hits me in a massive bellow as the capstone to the frightening image, a fearsome cacophony of noise and sleet-filled spittle.

I'll be honest and say I would have peed my pants at that culmination of terror if I hadn't already.

My mind races, tripping over itself as it wondered what I could possibly do to protect myself alone here in the woods. Wendy, you moron, you had to leave the Super-Repel protected camp to come out for your fucking depravity without even the sense to bring the bottle along with you. The backpack and all of the supplies was probably a minute's sprint away. What did I have that could combat a wild Pokémon?

Dumbass, a real trainer would call on a Pokémon of their own.

"SAMMMMIIIII!" I yell as loudly as I could manage, though it probably came out more as a hoarse scream. Actually, the call prompts the fearsome Pokémon to take a pace or two back from me, eyes turning from imminent violence to shock. My own fear waffles into confusion, but then those mandatory outdoorsman classes from youth came back to mind. "Yeah, fuzzbrain, you're not as tough as you look, are ya!" I take a step forward, trying to be as intimidating as possible. Power. If you could puff out your chest and pretend to be dangerous, they'll back down. Lots of noise helps. I wave an arm excitedly in the air for good measure.

And it works. I rise from the clump of bushes holding up my pants and trying to button them one-handed, probably looking like a crazed hermit to anyone back in civilization. Somehow in this huge Pokémon's eyes I'm a threat, or at least enough of one to not be an easy meal. I smile at my advantage. I just have to get him to move on, just to leave. He backs farther, looking around the rest of the empty forest. "Yeah, go away you fucking Beartic!" I say with a stamp of my foot. That was good, very loud, and I stamp again, and keep on stamping out a cloud of dust.

It all works until you stupidly start stamping your feet and put yourself off balance. I slam my foot hard onto a shallow stone which, in the worst karma, causes me to slip. These were good hiking boots, but they aren't perfect if one doesn't pay attention to what you're doing. I feel the shift of balance as I start to fall to the side, and suddenly the stress of the day's walk are fully evident; my muscles simply don't react fast enough to right myself. Without another option I let go of my pants, using that arm to catch me before dumb luck manages to fracture my skull.

Now on the ground far below the beast, my pants halfway down my thighs, I am no longer the fearsome sight I was pretending to be. It takes the Beartic a good ten seconds of confusion to realize this reversal was not another trick. Another ear-ringing roar and the ice bear resumes its steps towards me. Power. I have never felt like I had so little. Fuck, I'm half-naked and alone in the middle of nowhere. How easy would it be to just have his way with- Wait, Wendy, where the fuck did that come-

The shock accompanying the errant thought sends my body into a frenzied overdrive; I had to get away. Unbidden, my legs fight back, pushing my fallen body along without care for the harsh gravel and underbrush below digging into thighs and hips. I swear, I think my body just fucking hates me.

I need to get up, I can't let myself cower and end up eviscerated by a wild Pokémon. I will get through this, but first I have to get up. A quick swing to the right, rolling onto my hands to push me off the ground, and- "AHHH!"

My scream was as sharp as the particularly nasty branch which just happened to puncture my palm. The moment starts to slow down in my head, senses numbing to ignore waves of pain as blood began to leak from the wound. My head rests an inch above the ground as my other arm took what it could of my weight. I must look so fucking stupid on all fours, sobbing in pain and cowed over like a bitch.

The errant thought returns, just as disturbing but now much more sinister. It would be easy to let him just to come up behind and mount me here and now. I lower my tear-soaked face further to rest it upon the ground. I just had to accept what was coming to me, the hand fate had dealt. Yeah, don't think about it too much Wendy. You might even get off to it, you fucking slut. Who else would care to fuck you?

Ok, so I think it's now fucking well established that both my body and my brain are in cahoots against me. They won't even give me the decency of a peaceful final moment. In the slim chance I make it back to town, my first stop should be a bus stop on route to the asylum.

"Snii-VEEEE!" my slim chance cries with as much ferocity as her little body could muster! I turn my head against the dirt to look up from my low vantage; above, Sammi managed to land on top the Beartic's head, having jumped down from a tree to ride the beast like some mechanical Tauros. Her vines extend to catch the sides of his mouth, stretching his cheeks away from his teeth in a bared smile. It is an inspired attack, forcing him off balance by pulling his head left and right while at the same time taking his pea brain off the former target.

It wouldn't be enough. I realize quickly that the enraged Beartic would eventually get himself under control. He would shake my brave Snivy off or a lucky swipe of his claw would slice off a vine- or worse. The opportunity her bravery provided was fleeting at best; she needed my help now. I push of the ground with renewed strength to make a beeline back to camp and my backpack. In short order my half-fallen pants snagged on the ground, but I quickly yanked my legs out of the canvas shackles, saving only my panties and now sprinting all the faster.

I grab the one thing I knew would get the fearsome beast away from us as quickly as possible and spin back to return to the fray. As I ran I tore the tab that kept the bottle sealed before use. My weakness was gone as I ran. Unburdened by backpack and Pokémon, and pants for that matter, I feel as though I am flying across the uneven wilderness terrain, coming to a proud stand before the fearsome rampage. "HEY BUDDY," I yell, inciting the frozen bear to turn towards me. "HAVE SOME OF THIS!" He graciously obliges, ignoring Sammi to let loose a frozen spittle filled roar at me.

Action hero I am not, but I didn't need to be strong or have good one-liners to unload the bottle of Super Repel straight into the Beartic's fucking face.

Whenever I use the Pokémon repellant, I always try to keep my mouth closed to avoid that backlash chemical taste that spreads out upon the air. Any discomfort that comes from being behind the spray must seem like heaven when the potent mix billows right into one's open mouth and eyes. The cries of rage from the bear split into pain, and I had to clear out of the way as he started to charge blind ahead, jumping to the side and landing on my still wounded hand. Oww.

I get back up to see him stumbling forward, Sammi conducting him from on top. My legs work hard to keep up maybe ten meters behind as the careening Beartic moves through the trees and, to my realized horror, right towards the edge of the cliff. "Saammmiiii!" I scream as I do my best to close that gap, "Juuuump!" I extend my hands, even though I am too far still as we both rush towards the edge. Brave Sammi stays on though, still tugging his cheeks and leading him right for the drop.

And then that huge weight of white starts to topple forward, his footpaws waving in open air as he dives into the river many meters below. "NOOOOOO!" I cry, reaching out, hoping with all my heart just let her be ok. As the Beartic disappears below the lip, my dear Sammi looks as though she is floating in midair on a gentle breeze. As I approach and finally slow, I realize that she pulled away her vines at the last minute to catch a passing tree branch above. "Oh my dear Sammi," I lift hands up to my savior, fingers brushing her tail, and my Pokémon drops from the branch into my waiting arms.

As I pull my dear Snivy closely to my chest the chemical smell wafts up into my nose. Of course, you dummy, Sammi was right on top of the head you blasted with the Repel. It was incredible: she had managed to keep on the Beartic even while suffering the same noxious chemicals, driving him towards that cliff while powering through the all stinging discomfort. On top of that even, she had seen the tree through tear coated eyes to catch it before she went toppling over the edge herself.

Tears well up, not just from the scent, as I tell her sincerely, "Sammi, you're the most amazing friend I could ever want!" I exhale heavy sighs of relief as I pull off my shirt to wipe away as much of the noxious chemicals as I could from her, discarding the Repel laden garment away from the two of us. With the fumes mostly gone now my dearest Snivy could breathe more easily, her mouth overflowing with exasperated, if cute, noises.

Coming off the brief adrenaline, it feels good to hold my girl tightly against my skin. Despite her small and fragile appearance she had shown how strong she really was and I squeeze all the harder for it. "Oh my dear, you came just in time- I can't thank you enough, how amazing you are-" I continue on, giving affectionate kisses to the top of her head. The usual green of her skin blushes pink from exertion while her tail wags contently, brushing leafy tips against my exposed belly.

Now with the warmth of my Snivy against my skin, the growing coolness of the evening became more pronounced. Actually, I admit to taking a quick look around, not wanting to be snuck up on by another ice-typed monster. "Come on, let's get back to camp." I get back to my tired feet, carrying her like a baby. "Can't have either of us catching a cold after all that."

I first need to take an embarrassing detour to pick up my pants, to which Sammi was thankfully, if somewhat awkwardly, kind enough to stay silent about during. Her quiet embrace didn't save me from my clearing head, and I tried to process and repress that disturbing thought of the huge Beartic above me. I was so mixed up at the time, panicked beyond sanity. Fear and adrenaline had sharply interrupted my private time and somehow merged into my anger with Mark, stuffing emotions and baser impulses in a industrial blender. It was stupid. I'm not gonna deal with my feelings for Mark just by fucking a Pokémon myself.

Upon returning to our belongings I was happy to find that our bundle of firewood had grown larger since I had left camp. Sammi must have collected another ample bundle of wood before rushing off to my call. I give her another thankful kiss, which made her squirm in my arms some more, before I set her down to start the fire. Easily enough I get a lasting blaze going and sit back to finally relax for the night.

Oww.

I pull the weight off the wound on my palm. Somehow I had done pretty well to put out of my mind. Sammi notices my wince and waddles over to examine the wound, looking back to me with empathic pain before running off to the backpack to fetch the first aid kit. "You really are the best, you know that?" I tell her with all honesty, to which responding a trailing 'Sniiveee'. Her tail made contented swishes as she dug for the case. Seeing her enthusiasm, I let her play the dutiful nurse, disinfecting and bandaging what turned out to be a minor wound. Really, I was just glad to see her active and well after all that happened.

After sharing a quiet dinner of our processed trail food in the dimming twilight I spray down a second Repel border around our camp. I didn't expect any other trouble but I also wanted to be certain of a nice restful sleep after today's action. Sammi had already burrowed into the sleeping bag by the time I returned, visible as a slight bulge in the padding. "Make sure there's some space for me too, Sam!" I joke to her as I strip back down to my undergarments before joining her underneath. That leafy tail brushes along my leg as I slide in alongside of her.

"Hey, Sammi, could you come out for a sec?" Slowly, her curled up form shuffles inside the padding before her head poked up near my own. "I just wanted to say that- I'm really thankful you were here today." I close my eyes, mustering courage to say more. "I was- actually planning on leaving you behind, back at home. I thought it might be better if I went alone-" I imagined the look of hurt on my dear's face. "That was wrong of me. And it's not just about you getting me out of trouble, I just need you-"

No sooner were the words off my lips than they were brought sealed again. I open my eyes, more than a little startled while my dearest Sammi presses her pointed nose against mine to better lock her small mouth to my plush lips. For a few moments I remain stunned as her softly scaled skin pressed in warmly, but then I regain the sense to pull back. "Sam, what was-"

Not content with the brief kiss, my Snivy pushes in again, turning her head to rub her nose against my cheek. Hitting me in mid-sentence gave room to snake her tongue easily into my mouth. She raises her hands to my neck, holding gently on as she samples a longer kiss to make her intentions clear. Still, she's such a small thing it wouldn't be hard for me to pull away once more.

I didn't.

If you told me that kiss went on for ten minutes I would probably have believed you. My weary body and mind focused themselves on my mouth, on every caress of lips and stroke of tongues. After a time Sammi pulled herself slightly away, and I became embarrassingly conscious that my own tongue had extended past my lips to trail after her. She laughs as I hastily pull it back, her voice filled with mirth rather than teasing. It was the same laugh as when a loving caress accidently tickles, or the laughs I remembered sharing with Mark whenever we bumped teeth while making out. It's the laugh you never hear in a movie scene because it's just too raw; two people trying to be perfect during a moment of intimacy before realizing how fine and fun it is to be imperfect.

Except in the case here, one of these people was a Pokémon.

"Sammi- fuck, I mean- are you serious?" She just smiles back sweetly for a few movements before replying with a few bats of her eyelashes and an affirmative "Snivy!" Despite my growing nervous state, that call was cute enough to break a brief chuckle on my confused face. "How long?" is my next question, my mind racing through all the years we spent together, growing and playing and living together. Her response is a simple held sigh, followed by a tight hug of her stubby arms around my neck.

Too long.

I return the squeeze until the residual euphoria of the surprise kiss began to wane. I had to tell her. "Sammi, I like you too-" I stop myself before adding in that important qualifier of 'but'. Sammi pulled from the hug during my hesitation, her face tuned to be both high-spirited and seductive. It is a lovely mask, but the wetness in her eyes was so clear. I couldn't bring myself to continue, and taking my silence as assent she slips her head out of sight within the sleeping bag, squirming around to a new position on my belly.

I reach my hand down towards her, first with the thought to push her off, to tell her no, but all it manages to do was cup and pet the smooth arch of her back. My strokes gave her encouragement, her tail wagging and stroking across my waist and thighs. My lower body squirmed in involuntary response, the memory of my interrupted session rushing back to fill my muscles. Her focus was not there however, but further up my body as she began to plant wet smooches on my pot belly.

I became acutely aware how that pointed snout of hers of was pushing underneath the elastic of my sports bra. Fuck. Sammi might not large, but I had never seen her more vigorous. If she forced herself too far underneath there would be a good chance the tight stitching would stretch to a breaking point. I only had one spare without the luxury of a department store for days. I needed to end her exploration here, before she went too far.

My mind began to wrestle again with its own logic, as it had done many times today. Just pull off the bra before your dear Sammi hurts it. No, then I'd be sleeping against her naked. But why not let her continue? I bite my lip, the pleasure of my partner's mouth fresh on my tongue.

Partner. My partner. Just as much a partner as fucking Mark and his Dewott. That's what our lifelong friendship would devolve to.

Sammi's nose pressing against the soft flesh of a breast brought internal deliberation to an immediate halt. The sensation of her little nose-holes flaring and jetting a rush of warm air across my flesh was a stark message. Even down underneath all the padding and fabric of the sleeping bag I could hear the obvious excitement in my Snivy's calls and moans. The sounds awakened a new thought: how much of a fucking moron I am. Only now, as my best friend fought furiously to reach second base, did I realize that Pokémon have needs and desires no different than mine. Just because I had never seen Sammi masturbate doesn't mean she didn't; I had my alone time after all, she had the same. Just because I had never fantasized about my Pokémon doesn't mean that she didn't feel the same about the person she lived with every day for almost a decade.

The decision came more easily now, the least I could do for my best friend and recent savior. It took some wiggling but I pull off the bra, letting my unbound tits flop limply on my chest. I imagine myself and my own imperfect body, thinking about how small my breasts are compared to the general heaviness of my other features, before embarrassingly realizing how stiff the cold night air has made my nipples. Yeah. Right. The cold.

The sleeping bag lifts as Sammi raises herself for a better view, and even in only the fading twilight there I could see the shine of her eyes as she marveled at my body. All these years, finally laid out bare as never before. Watching her now I picture her better as an adolescent boy that the girl I remember growing up with. I don't know how many years of repression I was unleashing this night.

Eventually Sammi made up her mind in the classic laborious decision: she picked left. I repress a yelp as that mouth which gave such gentle kisses latched onto my hardened nipple, kneading into sensitive flesh, suckling greedily as a newborn. Such a tiny mouth, and one eager to pour warmth and desire into me. Her hands began to grope the rest of my chest, claiming them as her own. The roughness was uncomfortable, but in my heart I couldn't blame her. She foresaw this as her one chance, and she would savor it utterly.

My legs were less amused, squirming with neglect as teasing tingles of pleasure coursed downwards in waves. I move my hands towards them, slipping underneath Sammi's flat leaved tail to pull plain panties down, exposing the rest of my body. Damnit, if my Pokémon was enjoying herself so much than so should I. Lacking the urgency I forced into my earlier session, my fingers move slowly across my flesh. I didn't put in the same extreme insistence that Sammi was using, but an arousing novelty moved each touch. And fuck, how much more pleasurable it was to be here than behind some shrubs. Even my Snivy's overly forceful fondling grew into a comfort, and the voice I had repressed before around her could now finally be released in passionate moans.

My cries, sounds that my Pokémon had never been party to, froze her ministrations flat. In the absence my fingers followed suit, and I open my eyes to find my girl staring wide back into them. I watch as her eyelids drop back into that sly smile, which for the first time was tinged by an unnaturally heated blush. My own expression is likely much rosier. As the stillness grew uncomfortable, I ask, "So, Sammi, wh-"

I screamed.

The shock faded quickly, replaced by bliss as the bulbous tip of one of Sammi's vines continues to massage my folds. It slips easily down my soft flesh, lubricated somewhat from my own fluids. I sucked a breath back in, and the cold clean air helped to bring some composure. Then the second vine joins the fray, pressing lightly to my clit and rubbing in little circles.

I screamed again.

There was no control to be had anymore. I scream in affirmation of pleasure as my wonderful fucking Pokémon drove me straight to bliss. Her touch is firm and her strokes are smooth, and thankfully she explores my sex more gently than she had my chest. I grip at the fabric tightly and try hard to keep my legs open to the whims of my overeager Pokémon.

Then the vines pull away. The pit left behind once sensation ended is an immediate agony. "Sammiii," I stutter her name, vaguely aware that she had pulled from my breasts to turn around. "Oh, oh fuck, Sammii-" Her breath is unbelievably warm as she lowered her head to my vulva. As she kisses and flicks her tongue down my folds that tail of hers goes wild, its leafy end smacking over my naked skin. She keeps going even when my chubby thighs squeeze together around her head, likely with even more fervor than she started with.

That is enough. Muscles tense all across my body, contracting to the point of what at any other moment would be pain. And then the buildup releases, my body floating as tenseness drains away. My legs releases magnificent Sammi's head to fall limp, and slowly she pulls away to rest her head on my soft thigh, her face dripping warmth onto my skin.

Endorphins cloud my mind, an incapacitating haze that left me in golden peace. By the time I was aware of myself the sun had fallen into deep night. I peeked underneath the sleeping bag, only barely able to see my partner by the campfire light. Her serpentine back slowly rose and fell in contented breathing. I wasn't sure what to say to her as she lay there on my leg so pleased with herself, flipping her tail back and forth as she did during a good dream.

My nose began to perk, a heavy floral scent noticeable on the fresh clean air. I sniff around, before pinning that it was originating from the grass-type herself, fluids leaking and evaporating from her backside. They certainly wafted stronger each time her tail flipped. An urge I could not explain urges my hand forward, brushing my fingers against the smooth scaled skin of my Pokémon towards her own aroused sex.

I could feel Sammy shuddering with every touch, trembling as I slowly lift her backside for better reach. With index and ring I parted those lips, watching the pink flesh glint wetly in the firelight. I had never examined Sammi like this before, even when I bathed her as a hatchling. She had only one hole, a Caol... Cloa- I didn't remember, biology was never my field. "So small..." I let my center finger drop and pass along the exposed serpentine slit so lightly. I hear a moan and felt my dear girl stretched herself against my leg as I teased her.

But I had given my girl enough teasing. Without reservation I press that middle finger against her semi-spread opening, exploring deeper into her warmth. At first it slipped easily, but before long Sammi cried out and her body's softness clenched around me. I held it there calmly as my Pokémon adjusted, releasing some of the pressure and letting me slowly feel around her inner walls. Even then she was tight; I didn't even consider trying to add a second finger inside there.

As I continued to work her passage grew wetter and the scent stronger, clouding my mind once again. Sure, I had already come once, but now I had to be as good to my partner as she was to me. I slip my finger away from Sammi, despite her whine of protest. Overcoming the obvious and natural hesitation, I brought the finger to my lips and touched my tongue to the fluid.

My eyes grew wide. This was fucking nectar I had before me, a concentrate of sweetness that electrified my tastes after days of trail rations. I slip the rest of the finger quickly into my mouth to suckle the remainder, but that was not enough of the taste to sate myself. "More..."

I press my finger back in, a wet squelch audible over Sammi's shocked cry. A brief massage and it is coated again in her sweet juices for me to greedily suck down. Not enough. Neither of us would be satisfied with these sips. I grab Sammi by the belly with both hands, pulling her from my leg up all the way up to my head. The scent is so overwhelming, forcing me to indulge my nose against the source, sucking in a deep breath of her sweet floral warmth.

I'm shaking like an addict now, opening my mouth to let her opening drip onto my tongue. Straight from the source the taste is so wonderfully pure. There's no resistance, and I raise my head to honor her with my tongue. I could feel her tail leaves coil around the back off my head, tightening as my tongue pushes in to her petite insides. I wanted to explore her slowly, but the constant sweetness tasting difficult to calm my lustful motions; I just wanted more and more of her.

My tongue was certainly larger than a finger, and I had to curl it tight to fit in as deeply as we both desired. Even better though, it let Sammi's syrupy lubricant dribble down my taste buds. Nearly perfect. Taking a deep breath, I reach my arm around her back to pull her flat against my face. Absolutely perfect.

As the flow began to pick up with pumps of my tongue, I find myself helpless to the pleasure. My free hand is once again against my crotch, three fingers digging in to massage my still dripping vagina. I squeal against Sammi and dig in farther, my mouth and nose pressed so close it grew hard to breath. No way could it make me stop, not as long as I had this taste on my tongue and my Sammi's rapturous moans flooding my ears.

And then there it came, a flood of heated honey from her pot as it contracts tight around my tongue. I swallow over and over, my head growing light from the limited air. My hand never stops its furious massage, and lead on by aphrodisiac nectar and probably some erotic asphyxia I came as well, the spray soaking my hand with my own warmth.

I couldn't hold the moment long as my spent body clambered for air. I release her to pull in a deep breath of sweat and sweet-heavy air. Sammi collapses exhausted onto the soft pillow of my breasts, falling into silent sleep almost immediately. Gently petting at her head, I let her stay; there'd be time to clean up tomorrow, and I didn't want to do anything to interrupt her sweet dreams now.

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I feel my phone vibrating intermittently over the next few minutes, notifying me of the various messages that it had been unable to receive during past 10 days. It is easy to ignore it as I continued hiking the steep incline.

"Looks like we're getting close Sam."

It took just under half an hour before we made it to the top of the ridge. I brought a hand up to keep my tangled hair out of my eyes as we looked down on Anville town. "It's... smaller than I expected." Sammi nods agreement, before turning her eyes to meet mine. We laugh.

"Well, at least this is a good spot for a quick break." I pick a suitable bolder and set down my pack, sitting down to let Sammi curl up in my lap. With a smile I pull my phone, flipping through the boring messages as I idly stroke my partner. I reply with text to my parents, letting them know that yes I was healthy, no I wasn't kidnapped, and that I would be taking the tram back in a day or two. I'd wait until I was in person to get chewed out for negligence.

For Mark, I decide to give him the respect of a real call. I hold my finger for maybe only a few seconds before hitting the screen to connect. Ring. Ring. Ring.

Ring.

He picks up, his tone a little incredulous as he asked if it was really me.

I sigh and nod, though it wasn't like he could see. "Yeah," I respond, "Hi Mark.

"Yeah I didn't do anything that crazy, just needed some time to think. Decided to go for a hike, guess it went on longer than I expected.

"Right,

"Yeah, Mark, I was mad. Steaming. Going fucking mental at first.

"Yeah, it felt like you were cheating on me, like I wasn't good enough. But I understand it better now, that you and your partner are honestly close.

"I know, should have talked to you instead of just running off, it was real dick move of me.

"Yeah, this weekend really helped to- er- loosen me up," Sammi snickers, and I dig my fingers into her head to quiet her. "And I was just thinking- maybe- after I get back- how would you feel about trying a foursome?"

Sammi perked up.