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Macho-Man and Waterworks

Kamea let out a hearty huff as she left the locker room, tossing a towel over her shoulder. A cool breeze swept past her and gave her a satisfying chill. Weight training had gone well for her today. She had broken her old record, leaving her in high spirits. And after a refreshing shower, she felt more than ready to relax for the rest of the day.

"Knockers? Is that you?" In the span of four words, Kamea's mood was completely soured. She recognized this voice as well as the far-from-affectionate nickname. She glanced to the side and her suspicions were confirmed. Sure enough, the obnoxious Typhlosion was standing right there in his usual attire; shorts. Nothing else. The rest of his upper body was completely exposed, allowing the breeze to ruffle his exposed fur ever so slightly. As usual, a shit-eating grin Kamea had grown accustomed to was spread across his muzzle. The dragon resisted the urge to punch his teeth in as she scoffed.

"Tyson, I'm really not in the mood to be dealin with your BS right now."

"Hey, come on, Babe. No need to be so harsh. It's just me, remember?"

"Oh I remember. It's why I'm so harsh right now." She paused to look around. "So where's your little crew? Did everyone finally realize how full of shit you are?"

"Entei, is it that time of the month for you or somethin?" God, if I knew you'd be this much of a bitch today, I would'a just let you drive by on your menstrual cycle. And if you must know, I'm plannin on hit'n 'em up later today."

Kamea chuffed and rolled her eyes. "Well why doon't you scurry off to them so you could jack each other off or something?"

"God damn!" Tyson exclaimed, taking a step back, "The hell shot up your ass this morning?"

"Oh fuck off!" Kamea shouted before storming off. "Damn, the one thing I wanted to avoid today!" Another snarl escaped her lips as the Typhlosion stepped up and blocked her way. "What?!"

"Ok, seriously? I get that you don't like me anymore, but I think you ought'a tell me why."

"You've seriously forgotten what happened between us?!"

"Apparently," Tyson shrugged, "'Cuz, for the life of me, I can't figure out what the hell I did to make you so bitchy with me!"

"Ugh. You're an asshole, you know that?"

"Hard to forget with you reminding me literally every time we see each other."

"Well, it's 'cuz it's true."

"It's about that thing that happened at Carter's party, isn't it?" This time, the dragon didn't respond. Instead, she folded her arms across her chest and looked away. "Look, I'm sorry, okay? How many times do I have to_say_ it?"

"Enough to make me feel like you actually mean it."

"Well I do, alright?"

"Sure," Kamea rolled her eyes. Tyson scoffed.

"You act this way around your friends, too, or do you just have a hate-boner for me?"

"Okay FIRST of all--"

"Eeeeey! Tyson!"

"Richie! Dominic!" Tyson spread his arms out as a Houndoom and a Rapidash walked up to the two of them. Kamea rolled her eyes in disgust as the trio of fire types passed around high fives with each other.

"Dude, I saw you at the training stadium today," Dominic, the Houndoom, said to Tyson with a firm pat to his shoulder, "You're gonna kick some serious ass with moves like that."

"Boy, ya should'a seen mah moves," said Richie, the Rapidash, "I c'n do twice as good as he can!"

"Maybe with some sissy grass types," Tyson quipped with a smirk, "You don't get braggin rights till you can punch a water type in the face with electricity!"

"Ha! Who needs that when y've got the powuh o' the GOD-DAMN SUN on yuh side?!"

"Not all of us wanna be TM-junkies like you, Rich," jabbed Dominic, "I've at least got some Thunder Fangs to boot!"

"Yer all bark n' no bite, 'Nick," Richie snapped, "Yer twig o' a body ain't got near 's much powuh 's mah pack 'o muscles."

"Hey! It ain't the size that matters! It's all about how you use it!"

"I don't see how y'ur five-inchur c'n do anythin useful!"

"That's not what your mom said to me last night~"

"Why ya little--"

"Hey, hold up," Tyson spoke up, holding up a paw, "EY KNOCKERS! WHERE 'RE _YOU_GOIN?!"

"What's it LOOK like?!" Kamea shouted back, "As far away from you as possible!"

"Aww come on, Babe! Why do you gotta be like that around my bros?!"

"Yeah, Knockers!" Dominic chimed in, "Why don't you come hang with us?! We know how to show you a good time!"

"What's wrong, Knockers?!" called Richie, "You 'fraid o' us er somethin?"

"Screw ALL o' you tryhards!" Kamea spat with a dismissive wave, "How about you guys go jerk each other off instead o' pesterin the fuck out of me?!"

"Why?! Do you wanna watch?!" Dominic remarked, eliciting laughs from the other two morphs, "We'd have to charge you! Shows like that don't come cheap!"

"Oh but they come, alright," quipped Tyson, The other two morphs laughed and high fived each other.

Kamea rolled her eyes in disgust as she returned to her earlier stride. But just as she thought that she'd finally get a modicum of peace, she felt a paw grab at her shoulder. She scoffed with frustration as she realized who it was. "What do you want now?"

"To talk, maybe? I still don't know why you're so bitchy around me, and it's been several months now!"

"Oh just go hang out with your bros or whatever! I'm not in the mood to talk about it right now."

"I'm meeting up with them later! Besides, this is one of the few times that I managed to talk to you before you could get away!" Kamea huffed through her nostrils, knowing that the fire type wasn't going to let her get away any time soon. "So seriously; is it 'cuz of what happened at Carter's?"

"The hell do you THINK?! No SHIT it's why I'm sick of your ass!"

"Look, I keep trying to tell you that I'm sorry."

"Are you? 'Cuz it seems to me like you're still WAY MORE concerned about how your little posse sees you."

"Those guys look up to me, man! I can't let them think I'm some wimpy softie!"

"I can't believe I wasted a year of my life on your pompous ass..."

"Hey, you gotta admit; it's a nice ass."

"UUGHRRR!" Kamea groaned and stormed off, still trailed by Tyson much to her chagrin.

"Okay! Okay. I'm sorry. I'll be serious now."

"Yeah right."

"Try me."

Kamea gave him a look, almost as though she was trying to find any signs of his bullshit. "...Okay then," she began, narrowing her eyes at her, "how about you start by telling me--"

"Wait, wait, not here," Tyson waved his paws and looked around, "Let's go somewhere where there's not as much people around. I've still got an image to keep, y'know?"

"Ugh," Kamea rolled her eyes in disgust, "Fine. I know a place. Follow me." With a swish of her tail, she got moving, prompting the other morph to follow. "And if you try anything on me, I'm shoving your balls down your throat."

***

Kamea led them up a grassy hill with a bench set in front of a fence blocking the rest of the way. Tyson let out a whistle as he looked around. "Well ain't this a pretty sight? You find it on a jog or somethin?"

"A friend of a friend comes here a lot," Kamea replied, taking a seat on the bench, "Figured I'd swing by here to use it for some quiet time. Apparently no one really comes here."

"Seriously?" said Tyson as he sat down next to her, "That's surprising. This is a perfect spot to fuck in secret."

Kamea massaged her snout between her fingers. "Don't make me regret giving you a chance..."

"Alright, alright. I get it. Knockers hasn't gotten properly laid in months, so she doesn't want me ta--HUEGH!" Kamea scowled as she removed her fist from Tyson's gut. "...Okay...I admit... Had that one coming..."

"Enough BS-ing around already," Kamea huffed, "You wanted private time, and now you've got private time. It's 'bout time you started talkin."

"Yeah, yeah, I got it. What was it you wanted to ask me?"

"Riddle me this: Did you really think we'd still be cool after you treated me like some booty-call slut in front of your dumbass squad?"

"Aw, Babe, c'mon. You know I didn't--"

"And for the last GODDAMN time, I AIN'T your 'Babe.'" Kamea narrowed her eyes at him. "I haven't been for the past year."

"...Alright... I got it... You hate my guts, and we ain't a thing anymore... But like...c'mon, you know why I'm like this! You know why I treated you that way that time! Y'know how hard it is to be the cool guy?! My crew's always expectin the best shit from me. The second I screw up, they'll think I'm a fraud."

"The hell kind of friends did you get yourself?"

"I'm NOT expectin you to understand."

"I'm not stupid. I know how this works."

"Do you?"

"Hell yeah! I spent a whole damn year with you! You think I douldn't pick up on a few things about you in that time?"

"I didn't take you for the perceptive type."

"Oh fuck you."

"I do it every morning."

"UURGH!"

Tyson laughed as Kamea tossed her gaze to the side with a grumble. "Y'know, I kinda miss this..."

"Miss what?"

"Getting you riled up like this."

Kamea pressed her lips together and huffed defiantly. But eventually, she let out a sigh of defeat. "...Well...I can't exactly say that I didn't miss those days myself..."

"Heh, yeah, they were fun, right?"

"Whenever you weren't being such an obnoxious asshole, yeah." Tyson's laughter filled the air, and eventually Kamea's joined his. "See? Why can't you just be like this?"

"Hm?"

"Y'know, like this. Right now, you're not tryin to be someone else. You're just being...you."

A frown spread across Tyson's muzzle. "But...I don't wanna be me. I wanna be the cool guy. The one that everyone looks up to and admires. Not some prissy Quilava with self-esteem issues! Fuck that guy!"

"I liked that guy! He was cool! He was legit! He was down to earth! Why get rid of him?"

"Because no one looks up to a guy like that!"

"I DID!"

"...What?"

"Tyson...why do you think I hooked up with you? You think that macho-man act is what made me like you? No! Hell no! I liked you 'cuz you used to be genuine with me. But after you evolved and started hanging out with your...crew or whatever...you changed..." The Kommo-o stared out into the wilderness for a moment, seeming to reminisce. "I looked up to you before all o' that, y'know? Even when it kept you unpopular, you were still you... And that was cool. It was like you didn't give a shit 'bout what everyone else thought of you... In the end, though, I guess you really did..." After a pause, she glanced over to the Typhlosion and blinked. "Shit, are you cryin?"

"Shut up!" Tyson barked, rubbing his eyes against his forearm, Just got somethin in my eye!"

Kamea rolled her eyes and nudged her fist against his side. "C'mon, dude. You already know that macho-man act doesn't work on me."

"I'm not cryin," he said through grit teeth, "I'm not cryin, I swear."

Kamea smiled as she watched him vainly try to hide his tears. Giving a firm pat on his shoulder, she stood up from her seat and said, "Well then, Mr. Tough Guy, if you ever find Mr. Open-with-his-feelings, tell 'im to swing by my place, 'n maybe we can hang." After gently knocking her fist against the side of Tyson's arm, Kamea swished her tail and walked down the hill.

"W-wait," said Tyson. Kamea stopped and turned around. Tyson was standing as he wiped the rest of his tears out of his eyes. "I'll-ahem...I'll uh...see ya around, Knockers."

Kamea rolled her eyes as a smug grin spread across the Typhlosion's muzzle. "Whatever, Waterworks."

"I wasn't crying!" Tyson shouted defensively.

"Yeah, yeah. Somethin in your eye or whatever," Kamea waved dismissively as she turned back around. And as she walked away, she couldn't help but notice how nice it felt to be the one wearing the smug grin on her face.