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He pulled the Pokemon close, thinking back on the past few days with utter glee. From the time he'd been surprised under water to now, it seemed as if the memories he'd made with Vaporeon were immense. Wyatt hugged Vaporeon who, apparently, was already dozing off. With a chuckle, he gave one last look at the drippy Vaporeon cock. Just... absolutely amazing.

. . .

Chapter Two

. . .

Wyatt snorted awake.

He looked at the blue, chubby creature he was spooning with, wondering what it was. It took him all of a millisecond for everything to come crashing back down on him. The sex. The orgasms. The fear and panic. It was Vaporeon, softly snoring beside him. The Pokemon was on top of his arm, breathing in and out, peacefully.

With a groggy daze, Wyatt grabbed his phone and looked at the time; it was eleven in the afternoon. He didn't mean to sleep in so long, but it was hard to wake up at his regular time after a night like last night.

The weekend he spent with Vaporeon, alone, in the house he shared with his messy brother and divorced mother was a memorable one to say the least. After two days of orgasm after orgasm, Wyatt was drained, both physically and sexually. More importantly, however, he was hungry.

"Hey, buddy." Wyatt gently whispered where he thought Vaporeon's ear would be. The Pokemon stirred, and rolled around, off his arms. Pins and needles shot through it as Vaporeon opened his black eyes, looking at him. Confusion at first, then glee.

"Vaporeon!" Vaporeon excitedly, tiredly said, licking his lips.

"Yeah, yeah. Vaporeon." Wyatt chuckled and put his hand on the Pokemon's cheek, rubbing his thumb against both maw and nose. It was hard to tell where one ended and the other began. "You want some breakfast? I'll make waffles."

It was his go-to breakfast meal when he had time to make them. The recipe, in and of itself, wasn't hard to follow, hell, it was written on the box, and the waffle makers made it easy to produce a half-dozen perfectly cooked disks of deliciousness. Together, the two of them ate their fill, whipped cream, strawberries, blueberries... They'd go bad soon, no point in not eating them while they were ripe.

Once they were done, Wyatt thought about what the plan was for the day. Sure, they could fill it with as much sex as possible, as they had done the previous two days... Wyatt looked down at Vaporeon, who was licking a paw off. His mind went instantly to how that very same tongue had been licking something else that night. It was like a horny spell of PTSD. Flashbacks included.

The mere thought of what they'd done made him stiff. Wyatt, in the middle of the kitchen stood up. Mom wasn't home. His messy brother wasn't home. No point in wearing clothing; Wyatt slept, cooked, and lounged completely nude with Vaporeon, and it had its advantages.

"Lift up your tail." Wyatt half-demanded, half-asked in his horny stupor.

Vaporeon obediently did, and he grabbed it, softly, lifting it further. He guided his now rock-hard shaft first onto, then into, Vaporeon's asshole. Wyatt grunted softly as the warm, squishy embrace surrounded him, and began to hump. It wasn't some grand show of romance or love, and Vaporeon knew this.

He squeezed his ass, making Wyatt work to push in. Vaporeon didn't have any issue making his ass as slick or as dry as he wanted to, and Wyatt had taken advantage of this nearly every hour. Vaporeon, at this point, knew what Wyatt needed; somewhere warm to dump his cum, and he wasn't about to deny him that.

Thankfully, Vaporeon allowed him to be as rough as he wanted. Wyatt quickly began to pant with sheer exertion as he fucked Vaporeon; need overwhelmed his mind. Each jab into that warm, puffy hole demanded another, and another. It felt just... too good. Too wonderful. The sound of wet slaps in the kitchen filled his mind with lust.

Wyatt was just about to cum when he heard a key get slid into a lock.

He froze. Vaporeon froze. Time froze for all of a second before he reacted.

As the door was unlocked, Wyatt sprinted out of the kitchen and bolted into his room, slamming the bedroom door shut behind him as his heart thumped wildly. His mom and brother were home. Early. Wyatt quickly got dressed in Friday's clothing; a black pair of underwear, jeans, socks, and, just as he was pulling his red shirt on, the door opened.

He stared at his brother, and got an excruciatingly long, weird look as the younger boy tossed his luggage in his laundry pile and flopped down on his bed. Wyatt took a deep, shuddering breath as Trevor took his phone from his pocket and began typing away. With a gulp, Wyatt got up and walked out of the room, and back to the kitchen where his mom was making all sorts of adoring, cooing noises as she pet Vaporeon.

"Wyatt!" She said, beaming with joy. "When did you get such a cutie!?"

"H-He's just... um... uhhh..." Wyatt gulped, trying to think of a good excuse. If he told his mom that he'd taken Vaporeon from the water park, she'd wonder if he'd stolen him. Had he stolen Vaporeon? What would his boss say? What would the police say?

"Wyatt?" Marcie scritched Vaporeon's chin, and raised her eyebrows as she looked at him.

"I... He's... um... a coworker, I guess."

"Oh, one of those cute Pokemon that work at the water park?"

"Ye-Yeah. I asked my boss if I could take him for the weekend and he said sure." Wyatt lied through his teeth. It made him feel like shit, but what else would he say? That he stole Vaporeon, that he'd spent the whole weekend fucking him all over the house?

"Well, at least you had some company while we were away." His mother beamed, giving Vaporeon another scritch, and began putting groceries away. "Dinner's in... well, a few hours. Come help me put these away."

Wyatt obeyed, and began putting the various groceries away. They were much needed, since he'd all but cleaned out the fridge and cabinets with Vaporeon. As he did so, the realization of the kind of creek he was in suddenly dawned on him. Wyatt was most certainly in shit creek...

"Hey mom?"

"Yeah honey?"

"If I was some kinda crazy serial killer, would you be mad?" Wyatt probed as he put the mini russet potatoes away.

"Oh hun, don't say that." She purposely bumped into him as he walked past her to grab something else.

"Hmm... what about a thief? Like, say..." Wyatt dared a look over at Vaporeon before quickly looking away. "Pokemon?"

"Working at the water park isn't enough for you?" She bundled the bags in a big ball and stuffed them into the cabinets. "Do you need me to find you another job?"

"Wha... what? N-no, no, I'm fine."

"Because I will! Marg... you know Marg, don't you? Well, she said that there's an opening at the PokeMart in near that pizza restaurant you like! I'll get you an application hun."

"The water park is fine, mom!" Wyatt chuckled. His mother almost never listened to him when she was like this. It was best to just get out of her way as she rambled on.

Once he put a bag of oranges away, Wyatt winked at Vaporeon, and made a motion on the sly to get him to follow as he walked from the kitchen. He slipped a pair of shoes on, and called goodbye to his mom, slamming the door shut before she could interrogate him about where he was going, and who he was hanging out with, and why he was leaving at this hour... even if it was only one in the afternoon.

Truth be told, Wyatt didn't know where he was going. He'd take his bike into the city, but he didn't want Vaporeon to have to run after him. The thought of putting him in his Pokeball crossed his mind...

"Hey, Vaporoen? Wyatt looked down at him as they walked. "Do you like being in your Pokeball?"

Vaporeon gave a "meh, I don't really like it, but I understand why it's necessary for me to be in one" kinda look, and the two continued on. Wyatt didn't really know if that was what Vaporeon wanted to convey with that look, but he figured it wouldn't hurt to think that way. Instead of debating the politics and workings of the world he lived in, however, Wyatt kept an eye out for cars as he headed into Santalune City.

The two of them jumped out of their skins when a blaring siren of a police car blasted behind them. Even though it was his instinct to run, Wyatt froze, and Vaporeon followed suit. Thoughts raced through his mind; why was he getting... well, he wasn't driving, but he was pretty much being pulled over, right? Why? Was it to do with Vaporeon?

"Wyatt? Wyatt Helmsworth?"

Wyatt turned around, and looked over at the officer. As usual, it was a perky, happy looking woman with weird blue hair that matched her starched uniform. People always called them "Jennies," but Wyatt thought it to be a bit too cheesy. They couldn't all be related to the same person, and share the same name...

Right?

"Huh?" It was all he could think of.

"Are you Wyatt Helmsworth?"

"Why?" He narrowed his eyes, and tried to put on an air of annoyance.

"Someone matching you and your Pokemon's description are wanted for questioning regarding a stolen Pokemon. Answer my question, are you Wyatt Helmsworth?" She frowned, shutting the car door, taking a few steps forward.

"N-no, I'm not. Is that all?"

"Drop the attitude, young man. Do you have any ID?"

"Nope. Just out for a walk with her."

"Do you have her Pokeball?"

"Nope. Like I said, out for a walk. Didn't think I'd need it." The ease at which he was able to lie to this officer astounded him.

She put her hands on her hips for a few seconds and looked the two of them over. The Pokeballs on her belt gleamed, undoubtedly holding high level, extremely fierce Pokemon. If Wyatt looked as terrified as he felt on the inside, he certainly didn't show it. After a few agonizingly long moments, the officer nodded.

"Next time you go for a walk, take the Pokeball with you. It's dangerous not to."

And with that, she turned, entered her vehicle, and shot off. Wyatt watched her go, paralyzed with fear, yet emboldened with just how easily he'd lied to a police officer. As she faded off into the distance, Wyatt unknowingly put his hand over his heart, and felt how hard it was thumping.

"Fuck." He said quietly.

"Vaporeon?"

"F-fuck..." Wyatt wiped the sweat from his brow, and gasped for air.

He sat down on a small hill on the side of the road and put his head between his legs, trying to calm himself down. Questioning?! He was a lifeguard that had taken Vaporeon home for the weekend, not some criminal drug addict slinging all sorts of nasty stuff on the streets! His heart pounded in his chest. Adding to the terror he felt, the guilt felt like an anvil on him. Not only was he wanted for questioning, he lied to a fucking police officer.

"Vaporeon??"

"Oh fuck, bud, I think we're in deep shit."

Vaporeon might have said his name a few more times, Wyatt didn't really hear him though. Stealing a Pokemon was a felony, and carried quite a severe prison sentence, and, well... he was guilty. Wyatt never intended on keeping Vaporeon, but it was clear that his boss... well, his former boss... didn't see it that way.

"Okay... okay... maybe Cameron will know what to do. Y-yeah!" He looked down at his new partner in crime. "Cameron's a friend. He'll probably help us... I think."

"Vap!" Vaporeon said, frowning.

"Well, what else am I gonna do?" Wyatt questioned, a twinge of anger on his voice. "The police are undoubtedly back at home, I don't have any sort of job anymore!"

He frowned, but Vaporeon frowned as well. It almost looked like he was about t-

With a cry, he was drenched in water. Vaporeon soaked him to the bone before he stopped spraying him with a torrent of warm water. When the Pokemon stopped, Wyatt shivered, and chuckled. He wiped the water from his face and apologized, holding out his arms. Vaporeon smiled, and nearly jumped on top of him, and embraced Wyatt.

"Okay. Okay. Let's just focus on getting to Cameron's."

"Vaap!"

Luckily, Wyatt knew of a shortcut. Santalune City was surrounded by forest and, thankfully, there were a lot of trails that Pokemon and humans alike made. He took a specific one he'd taken countless times when he didn't want to take the long way into the city, and relished Vaporeon's company for the time being.

As he dried off from a nice breeze that cut through the forest, Wyatt talked to Vaporeon, all about Cameron. How he was a lackluster Pokemon trainer living in the city, how he'd gotten half-way through the Pokemon league before deciding to give up, even the suspicions Wyatt had about his extra-curricular activities he had with his team. It was pretty obvious, to him at least, that there was something more going on than just battling. When he thought about the composition of his team, and how most of the Pokemon on it were... well, rather hot... Wyatt couldn't help but blush.

The two of them froze dead in their tracks as an ear piercing shriek cut through the air. Wyatt looked at the direction of the cry, and then down at Vaporeon, but he was just barely able to catch a glimpse of his tail as he dashed into the woods. Towards the cry.

Wyatt gulped, and jogged after him.

The thorny underbrush was hard to get through, but he gritted his teeth as another shriek rang out, and pushed on. It cleared up after a while, and he was dodging trees as he followed the blur that was Vaporeon. After a few more seconds of chasing after his after-image, Wyatt came upon a small clearing. He froze when he saw two figures.

One was a rather aggravated looking trainer; old enough to know better than to throw rocks at... at the Charmander. Wyatt watched in horror as the trainer threw a fist sized rock at the puny fire type, who had scrambled up a tree.

"H-Hey! Cut that out!" He called, and almost instantly regretted speaking up.

The trainer turned around, a fierce scowl on his face. He was at least a foot taller than Wyatt, and a lot more muscular. The trainer took a few steps forward, but Vaporeon growled his name. To his horror, Vaporeon was kicked out of the way like he was more of a pest than anything else.

Something wasn't right about this whole situation, Wyatt realized. The trainer's eyes were glazed, and seemed like he wasn't really there. He backed up a few paces, but the trainer lunged at him, grabbing him by his shirt collar. Wyatt was yanked forward and thrown face first onto the ground, and was immediately kicked hard in the side. Letting out a dusty, pained cry, Wyatt curled into a ball as kick after kick made hot, agonizing fire spread through his body.

He opened his eyes just in time to see Vaporeon stand up, and unleash a torrent of water from his maw. The result was obvious, judging from the loud thump that followed as water splashed all over him. Wyatt heard the trainer groan a bit, but, to his dread, he was just able to manage a look over. He was getting up.

Vaporeon was having none of it, however, and unleashed yet another torrent. This one threw the thug back a good ten feet, until he crashed, head first, onto a rock. Before the sicking, wet smack even reached his ears, Wyatt knew the man was in trouble. Nobody could take a fall like that, and hit their head like that, and live for long.

He tried to move, but it hurt. Everywhere hurt. His stomach. Back. Forearms. Everywhere that had been kicked felt like it was on fire. Vaporeon walked over to him, worriedly saying his name over and over again as he licked his wounds. Wyatt groggily pushed him away, and trembled onto his hands and knees. The distance was hell to crawl, but he managed to get over to the thugs soaking wet body.

His head was bloody, and the wound looked rather nasty. Wyatt, thankfully, was certified in first aid, and CPR, for his job as a lifeguard... but he never thought he'd actually need to use those skills, and they'd since grown rather dull. He took off his shirt and bundled it up, pressing it against the head wound, and leaned the man's head on the ground, on top of the shirt.

Then, he called 911.

Instead of saying anything, giving a location, or doing anything, Wyatt just placed the phone on the man. Hopefully, they'd track it, and find the man, but that was all Wyatt felt inclined to do for him. Whether or not he died, it wasn't his fault; his hands were clean. He was just about to get up to go - emergency services were on the line, asking for someone.

Wyatt, nervous they'd somehow know it was him that did it, quickly got up and jogged away. He knew Vaporeon would follow him, but that was the last thing on his mind currently. Cameron would know what to do, and he needed to find him immediately. He was shirtless. Wanted. Terrified of the next move.

. . .

The first thing he felt was... warmth. Wyatt opened his eyes to see that he was under a thin, yet cozy blanket, resting on a large bed with comfortable pillows. His mind spun round and round as Wyatt wondered how he got here, and he sat up, looking around for Vaporeon.

Nausea hit him as he tried to sit up, and pain was quick to follow. It felt like every inch of his torso was on fire; Wyatt cried out as he fell back, clenching his chest. Suddenly, the door to the room burst open, and Vaporeon jumped up on the bed, looking down at him with a concerned glance.

"Vaporeon?" Wyatt smiled weakly and reached out, cupping the Pokemon's maw. He smiled, and leaned into Wyatt's hand, closing his eyes. "Where am I?"

"You're in my bed, punk." Came a familiar voice.

Wyatt looked over, but winced; even his neck hurt.

"Shut up and take these." Cameron came into view and dropped four white pills into Wyatt's hand when he reached out.

After swallowing, Cameron took his desk chair and brought it over to the side of the bed. He sat down as Wyatt struggled to sit up, but Vaporeon put a paw on his shoulder, forcing him to rest. Wyatt smiled at Vaporeon, and grunted in pain when Cameron put his feet up and onto his legs.

"Ow." He said with a tired smile. "How... how'd I get here?"

"Honestly?" Cameron chuckled. "I have no idea. The buzzer woke me up from a cat nap, and there you were, all hagrid and looking like a deep fried pile of shit."

"Oh thanks for the kind words." Wyatt rolled his eyes, and turned his attention to Vaporeon, giving him a few scritches.

"I checked you out." Wyatt's eyes locked onto him. "No homo. No bleeding or any broken bones, but you are bruised pretty badly. When did you get Pokemon, though?"

"T-that's... that's what I was coming to you about." Wyatt gulped nervously. Now that he was here, he didn't really know how to say what he was trying to ask. "You fuck your Pokemon, right?"

"..." Cameron's face went blank as he looked at him.

"I-I mean... N-nothing wrong about it if... you do, I'm just uh... well, see... erm..."

"All the time!" Cameron grinned, shaking his head as he chuckled. "They're not wild animals, after all. Now," He took his feet from the bed, and leaned on his knees. "Something tells me you've gotten your dick wet inside that Vaporeon. Why else would you ask me?"

"Well, um... y-yeah, I guess I have." Wyatt gulped, looking at Vaporeon fearfully.

"I knew it! What did I say, eh Vap?" Cameron gently patted Vaporeon's back twice and grinned, leaning back on the bed. "So, you've come for some kind of confession? I'll admit, it's a hard secret to keep, but well, now we have each other to gossip to, so how was it? How was your fir-"

"I'm wanted." Wyatt blurted out.

"..." Cameron's face went blank again.

"I kinda... well, I took him from work. I wanted to return him, but my boss thinks I stole him." Wyatt hugged Vaporeon close to him as he thought about all that went wrong today.

"So... just return him? Clear it up?" Cameron gave a, 'Dude, it's not a difficult situation to rectify,' look.

Vaporeon's entire face suddenly went dark. He frowned, and turned around, Wyatt knew what was coming next. Cameron cried out in disbelief as he was soaked. It was hard not to chuckle, but when he saw just how disgruntled and irritated Vaporeon looked, Wyatt wondered if there was a reason the Pokemon didn't want to go back.

"I guess..." Cameron's face went sour as he got up to get a new shirt. "That's a no. So, what are you going to do?"

"Honestly?" Wyatt's chest sank. "I have no idea."

"Hmm... it seems like you're in quite a pickle." Cameron pulled a dry shirt over his head and looked at the doorway.

He smiled warmly, and beckoned with his hand. Wyatt wondered what he was doing, especially once he squatted down and continued to motion for someone to come in. There was a faint flickering at the door frame, but it soon disappeared. Cameron's face went back to its regular blank expression, and he sat back down.

"What was that?"

"Don't worry about it. He's just shy." Cameron got his phone out, and began flicking around the screen. "So, maybe you should like, dye your hair? It's dirty blonde now, so I'm thinking black. Also, start walking with a limp. Are you good at any accents?"

"W-what?" Wyatt looked between him, and Vaporeon.

"Wyatt, c'mon." Cameron sighed as he looked up.

"C'mon what?"

"Well, moron, you're wanted. Changing your hair is obviously something you should do." He rolled his eyes, and continued to scroll through his phone.

"And... the limp?"

"They're looking for a lifeguard. How many lifeguards do you know with a limp?"

"O-...okaay?"

"Look, dummy. You gotta get the hell out of dodge. You gotta disguise yourself as best you can or you'll get found out quick." Cameron put his phone away, and leaned back on his knees. "I can keep ya safe until you're ready to go, but after that, you gotta go to like... Lumiose. Hide out there, or something."

"And what then??" Wyatt cried, grabbing his hair and pulling on his scalp.

"Hmm... O-oh, hold on..." Cameron whispered softly, snapping his fingers.

Cameron got up and walked to his closet. It looked like it was night out, and the room was lit by the hallway light, so it was kinda hard to see what he was doing. There was a bit of shuffling, and some papers fell, but there was soon a loud, "Aha!", and Cameron came back into view. He was holding something that looked like a passport.

"What's-"

"Okay, so, I was gonna be a Pokemon trainer, right? But I lost motivation after the first gym, and anyway, the documents never expire, right?"

"I think you say right too much." Wyatt grinned.

"Yeah yeah, shut up. Anyway, We get a picture of you all disguised and whatnot, and hey! You can win the league for me!" Cameron was grinning like a fool at the idea.

"Okay... you're realizing I'd be stealing your identity, right?"

"That's not a big deal. Once you have enough money, I know a guy who knows a guy that can set you up with a new one."

"Seems like a lot of work, to be honest." Wyatt sighed, and rubbed Vaporeon's head. "I just wish there was some way to know what he was thinking, so that... well, I dunno."

"Well, whatcha gonna do? T-Teach him English?" Cameron snorted, and shook his head. "That's dumb."

"I wish I could. Then I'd be able to clear this whole thing up."

"And you're sure you can't just... Y'know?" Cameron flinched, expecting another soaking.

"No, no..." Wyatt held Vaporeon's head down, grinning. Vaporeon stopped, and looked at him, and his heart suddenly dropped. He'd never before seen a look that sad... "Something about the whole situation just seems sketchy. Why my boss... well, ex-boss, would call the cops after a few days, why Vaporeon seems so repulsed by the idea." As if on cue, Vaporeon whipped his head around and shot a small bead of water at Cameron, hitting him dead center in his face.

"Pbhbt..." He wiped his face. "Assporeon, more like..."

Wyatt chuckled as Vaporeon turned back to him, grinning mischievously. Just then, there was more flickering light at the doorway. Cameron again turned to the light, and gave a warm, welcoming smile, beckoning whatever creature there was to come inside. The light flickered a bit, then it grew stronger. It grew stronger still when something orange came into view.

It was the Charmander that he'd saved by... oh shit... Wyatt had completely forgotten about the trainer he'd probably killed. Just seeing that small, emaciated Pokemon sent shivers down his spine. Charmander looked scared, though, terrified, even. It was clutching its Pokeball between trembling arms, looking at Vaporeon fearfully.

"C-Char...?" It seemed to ask Cameron.

"He's probably scared that Vaporeon will soak him." Cameron said, frowning. "And he has every right to be, if I say so from experience."

"Vaporeon won't, I promise." Wyatt assured Charmander.

The small Pokemon looked between Cameron, Vaporeon, and Wyatt nervously, fiddling with the Pokeball in its hand. Charmander took a few trembling steps forward, to the edge of the bed, big blue eyes still nervously locked on Vaporeon, who didn't so much as blink. Shaking, Charmander stood on his tippy-claws and let the Pokeball fall onto the bed; it rolled towards Wyatt.

Then, Charmander looked at Wyatt, its expression terrified.

"C-C-Char... Mander!" It stammered, looking at Wyatt for a few seconds, then at Cameron, as if to clarify.

"I think he wants you to be his trainer." Cameron said, smiling warmly.

"..." Wyatt picked the Pokeball up, looking at it, Charmander, then Vaporeon.

"Well? Don't leave him high and dry!"

Charmander did look like it was about to cry...

"You really wanna be my Pokemon?" Wyatt asked, looking down at the tearful Pokemon.

The Pokemon nodded slowly.

"Well, um... welcome to the team, then, I guess." Wyatt smiled as warmly as he could, and reached out a hand.

Charmander flinched, at first, but their eyes nearly sparkled when they realized it wasn't about to get hurt. Instantly, it grabbed Wyatt's arm, and pressed it onto their head, rubbing soft skin on his palm. It let go, and smiled up at its new trainer.

"So cute..." Cameron gushed, moving over and rubbing Charmander's back.

The Pokemon looked over at him and smiled back.

"A... he, you said?" Wyatt frowned as he looked at Cameron.

"Well, Pokephiliac that I am, I had to know." He shrugged. "Don't worry, I didn't do anything bad. Just checked his slit."

"Alright... well, good to know." Wyatt tried to reach down, but tensed up and coughed.

"Something did a fucking number on you. What the fuck happened?" Cameron lifted Charmander like a toddler, and placed him next to Wyatt.

"His trainer... past trainer... was like..." Wyatt frowned as he cuddled Charmander, who pulled his tail between his legs and held it on his belly so as to not set fire to the blankets. "Throwing rocks at him?"

. . .

"Shit's wack, man." Cameron said, shrugging. "But at least it explains why you came to me, shirtless and all..." He spun his finger around in a circle near his head. "Fucked up."

"You got anything to eat? I hate to be a bother b-" Charmander scrambled out of his arm, and dashed off the bed. He ran out of the room, causing them both to chuckle. "O...kay? Anyway, I haven't eaten since this morning."

"Yeah, I got some leftovers from last night. I'll let you sleep on the bed tonight, doesn't seem right to kick you to the couch after the day you've had." Cameron smiled, and put a hand on Wyatt's leg.

"Thanks, man."

"Hey, no problem. Also," He pushed the Pokemon League passport into Wyatt's hands. "Think about it. Seriously. Before I lost interest in it all, I was making bank."

Charmander rushed into the room, arm full of berries and fruit. Before he could get far, he tripped over something and went face first onto the carpeted floor, smushing berry and fruit alike all over him. He laid there for a few seconds before breathing in a shuddering breath, and let out a horrible, gut-wrenching sob. Cameron was quick to get to his side, picking him up and scraping the waste off him as he told him that it was okay.

"It's just berries, Charmander!" Cameron said, putting a hand on his shoulder.

Charmander looked between Wyatt and Cameron, tears streaming down his sorrow-stricken face.

"I... think they were berries for me, though." Wyatt's heart broke as he looked at Charmander. "Right, buddy?"

The Pokemon nodded.

"Oh, well, tell you what..." Cameron wiped his tears away and smiled. "Let's get him some better food, okay? I'll even let you bring it to him!"

Charmander's jaw shook with sorrow, but he sniffled, and nodded. The Pokemon gave one last sad look at the smushed berries on the rug, and took Cameron's hand, and followed him out. It was a little awkward for Cameron to hold it, though, since Charmander was considerably shorter than he was.

"What a goof." Wyatt grinned as he looked over at Vaporeon, whose eyes were narrowed in a distrustful way. "Hey hey, what's wrong?"

"Vap... Vaporeon..." The pokemon looked up at Wyatt, took a sigh, and looked away.

"C'mon." Wyatt pushed him playfully. "We could always use another Pokemon. Plus, it's not like I'd be able to do any Pokemon league with you as my starter."

"Vapor!?" Vaporeon looked up, apparently shocked.

"Well, yeah! I apparently stole you. Word gets around, buddy..." Wyatt placed a cup hand around the right side of Vaporeon's jaw. "You'll be my trump card, okay? I'll only use you if I'm about to die or something."

Vaporeon frowned, and put his head on his paws, looking away from Wyatt. He wished he could talk to Vaporeon, or speak some kind of language with him. As it was, though, they were stuck with yes or no questions. Kinda left any sort of conversation at the door.

"It'll be alright, Vaporeon." Wyatt placed a hand on his friend's head.

Vaporeon smiled tiredly, and shuffled forward a bit. He laid his head on Wyatt's arm, shut his eyes, and, apparently, went to sleep within seconds. Alone with his thoughts, he wondered what exactly he was gonna do. Maybe Cameron was right, maybe he should do the Pokemon league thing. It would put money in his pocket, maybe enough to pay for a new lifeguard Pokemon?

Whatever the case was, he'd have the night to think about it. Cameron was a much more generous host than Wyatt would have thought.

It was just then that the doorway flickered, Charmander... Wyatt looked over, clutching his chest, but the pain was worth it. The open mouth, ecstatic grin that Charmander had made his heart melt. He waddled over to the bed, and stood on the tips of his claws, depositing the plate in front of Vaporeon, who woke up at the smell of food.

"I think I'm gonna turn in for the night, get some sleep." Cameron said, knocking on the door frame.

"Yeah, alright." Wyatt replied, grinning as he picked up Charmander, who squealed in pleasure. "Oh, hey, Camer-"

"Yeah yeah, you're welcome." His friend shut the door behind him, which made Wyatt grin.

"Let's eat up." He said to the two, smiling warmly.

With that, the group dug into the quesadilla. It was the best food Wyatt had eaten all day, the taste of the meat was like heaven for him. He smiled at Charmander, who had been watching him eat the food. The new Pokemon blushed, and looked away nervously. So cute...

He was eating more than Wyatt, but Wyatt didn't mind. The poor little Pokemon seemed rather too scrawny, unhealthfully so, so Wyatt figured it would help put some weight on him. Charmander was always careful to keep the flame on the end of his tail off the quilt, often holding it against his skin.

There was a bit of sour cream on his cheek; Wyatt reached over and cleaned it off. He looked at him, grinning, and held the finger out. Charmander blushed, looking between him and Vaporeon, but then quickly licked it off Wyatt's finger, giggling afterwards.

Vaporeon, apparently in a fit of jealousy, pressed his snout into the sour cream, and looked up at Wyatt. The boy shook his head and laughed, pulling Vaporeon close, licking the sour cream off instead of wiping it off. Once he was clean, Wyatt let him go and chuckled.

"How's that for clean?" He smirked, and picked up the last bit of quesadilla, putting the empty plate down on the floor afterwards.

Wyatt grabbed Vaporeon and Charmander, pulling them close to him. He put each into the nook of each of his arms, and held them tight. This, he realized, would be how he would manage it. With these two at his side, there wouldn't be many he wouldn't be able to beat.

"Well, there's nothing we can really do, or watch, since I um... don't have a phone anymore." Wyatt said, a bit saddened by the loss. "Maybe we should just get to sleep, huh?"

"Char!" The fire type cuddled up with him, closing his big adorable eyes.

Vaporeon, however, gave the most smug look Wyatt had ever seen him give, and got up. He watched as Vaporeon walked to his feet, and then under the covers... Wyatt gulped.

"H-hey, maybe not right no-" His shorts were yoinked down to his knees.

Charmander opened his eyes and looked down at the bulge near Wyatt's groin as Vaporeon took the flaccid cock into his mouth. Wyatt moaned softly, trying to hold Charmander tight so he couldn't see; he didn't want to expose this poor Pokemon to any more trouble. In his weakened state, Wyatt quickly lost hold of Charmander.

The small Pokemon waddled over to his waist, and pulled the blankets up. He bundled them in his arms and walked forward, until he was hitting Wyatt's thighs. Charmander threw the bundle over, and recoiled in shock when he saw Vaporeon greedily bobbing up and down Wyatt's fully erect member.

"I-I'm so... sorry, Charmander... w-we do this... k-kinda stuff..." Wyatt whimpered as Vaporeon put a paw on his ball sack, gently rubbing and massaging it.

"C-Char?" He looked up at Wyatt, then down between his legs.

A small red dot was poking from a small slit, and growing rather steadily. Charmander covered his face in embarrassment as he was watched. Both Wyatt and Vaporeon couldn't pull their eyes away as his cock grew to around three and a half inches in length, gently bobbing up and down with his nervous heartbeat.

"Aww... someone's hard..." Wyatt grinned, looking over at Vaporeon, who'd since kept the boy's shaft warm in his throat as he looked over at Charmander.

A small, translucent bead of pre formed at the very tip of the red taper, Wyatt couldn't help but reach over and pull it off. It tasted rather salty, but there was a strong cinnamon taste as well... If anything, he wanted more. When he put a finger on Charmander's cock, the small Pokemon shuddered, lowering his small hands from his face, and blushing even harder.

At this point, Vaporeon seemed to grow bored, and began to bob up and down on Wyatt's shaft again. He began to breathe a bit heavier, putting his left hand on Vaporeon's head and pushing down, acting as more of a guide than anything else. Charmander watched on, apparently embarrassed, as he covered his eyes again.

"Hey, b-buddy, it's okay..." Wyatt said, putting a hand on Charmander's shoulder. "I don't know what your last trainer was like, but I'm already in love with you. If you don't wanna do anything like this, though, I understand." Wyatt smiled at the shy Pokemon as he looked through his small, pudgy fingers at him.

Charmander looked at Wyatt smiling at him for a long time, and his eyes quickly darted to Vaporeon sucking loudly away. Just as quickly, they darted back to Wyatt's smile. He slowly lowered his hands, gulping as he took another look at Wyatt's cock. He took a hesitant step forward, leaning on the thigh to get a better look.

"Hey, Vaporeon... g-give Charmander a turn?" Wyatt asked, lips trembling as Vaporeon kept soundly sucking.

The water type seemingly rolled his eyes, but relented control of Wyatt's shaft, sucking up it hard. It made him clench with delight, especially when Vaporeon gave his foreskin-covered tip a small kiss. Once a few inches from Wyatt, Vaporeon called towards Charmander, who kneaded his fingers against his belly nervously.

He took a timid, gentle step forward, and knelt on Wyatt's thigh. There seemed to be an air of curiosity as Charmander looked at Wyatt's strange, human length. Had he ever seen one before? The Pokemon reached out a small finger, prodding it; Wyatt throbbed, Charmander withdrew, frightened.

"It's okay, it won't hurt you..." Wyatt urged, grinning.

Vaporeon suddenly took a step forward, and licked Wyatt, as if to show that, truly, it wouldn't. Charmander jolted back, terrified of the other Pokemon, but when he saw that he wasn't about to get blasted with water, and when he saw Vaporeon licking, it seemed to click in his mind. When Vaporeon took a step back, Charmander, again, knelt on Wyatt's thigh, nearly on his knee, and brought his mouth close to the boy's cock.

His tongue was a lot hotter than Vaporeon's; it only made sense, he was a fire type, after all. It wasn't as textured as his competition, but the lack of sensation was made up by just how soft it felt. Charmander licked from base to tip, right on the underbelly of Wyatt's length, which always made him shudder.

Charmander pulled back, afraid he'd hurt Wyatt, but - seeing the reassuring grin - bravely took another lick... and another... and yet another. He smiled, and reached out with both his small lil hands, wrapping them around the base of Wyatt's cock. To Wyatt's surprise, Charmander opened his mouth wide, and chomped down on his length. Not too hard, but enough to make Wyatt jolt up.

With a cry, Charmander toppled backwards and off of Wyatt, clutching his tail mid-fall to protect anything it might burn. He couldn't help but chuckle as he looked at the sight; Charmander was on the verge of tears, hard as a rock, and clutching his tail like it was a dead-man's switch rigged to a ton of explosive.

Wyatt chuckled, and nodded towards Vaporeon, who wasted no time diving back down on his shaft. With a free hand, he pulled Charmander by the leg towards him. The small Pokemon was shivering as he looked up at Wyatt tearfully.

"Hey, what's the matter?"

Charmander just looked tearfully at him.

"It didn't hurt, y'know? It was just a little shock, I swear!" Wyatt's mouth began to get a bit tired, with just how hard he continued to smile.

"Chaaaaar..." The Pokemon longingly looked back at the throbbing cock.

"You can go back, if you want. It felt really really good when you licked it."

"Charmander?" He looked up, surprised.

"Yeah! Maybe you and Vaporeon can lick it together?"

The small fire type looked back and forth, but seemed a little jealous that Vaporeon was getting all the fun. He looked back at Wyatt and nodded with an adorable frown before getting up and walking over. This time, he got on his knees and leaned on his elbows.

Wyatt gently pulled Vaporeon off of his shaft, he eagerly took a hint as Charmander began to lick. Together, the two of them gently, worked their way up and down his shaft, one tongue big, the other small, one hot, the other colder, one textured, the other smooth... it drove Wyatt crazy. They made small, adorable coos as they kissed and licked.

Sometimes, Vaporeon would go down to his smooth, hairless balls, licking them all over, and Charmander would put his tip - and just his tip - into his mouth and suck. Other times, the two of them would look at him as they kissed his tip, each taking one side of his head. It was astounding how they seemed to work in tandem with each other. Neither one of them left his shaft at the same time, so, no matter what, he was always getting licked one way or another.

"Oh fuck, guys..." Wyatt moaned, squirming on his friend's bed. "Oh fuck..."

Vaporeon and Charmander both smiled, and closed their eyes, beginning to make out with his tip again, something that Wyatt couldn't resist shuddering to. He put a hand behind both of their heads and began to push them onto his dick, making them lick and kiss him more and more.

Wyatt felt ready to cum.

Vaporeon knew this, and pulled away, but Charmander just eagerly took his chance to dive down on his tip. As much as he wanted to let the small Pokemon finish him off, Wyatt wanted to be fair. He pushed Charmander off and took his pulsating cock in his hand, wildly stroking it. The orange Pokemon looked at him in confusion, but Wyatt soon gave a moan he stifled with a finger between his teeth, and came.

One, two, three ropes on Vaporeon, who closed his eyes and smiled warmly as he was drenched. Then, Wyatt turned to Charmander, who recoiled in fear. Cum flew on him, landing on his jaw, forearm, and belly. He scurried away, and got another rope on his back, and one more on his paw and ankle. Vaporeon lovingly went to his shaft, licking it clean as Charmander raised his arm, looking at the cum.

He looked concerned that it might somehow hurt him. Charmander tried to wipe it off him, but that only resulted in him smearing it all over his arm. Wyatt chuckled as he curiously looked at the goo, bringing it to his nose and getting a good sniff. He then licked it, getting a good taste for it.

"Char??" He asked, looking over at Wyatt.

"It's cum. You can shoot some. I can. Vaporeon can." Wyatt smiled tiredly.

Charmander nodded and looked back at his hand, giving it another lick as he curiously watched Vaporeon. Wyatt's cock was between his paws and was getting cleaned quite well; Vaporeon took long, loving licks up his shrinking shaft. Once it was nice and clean - albeit, completely soaked - Vaporeon rested his head on it, grinning tiredly.

"You two are awesome..." Wyatt rubbed Vaporeon first, then went to Charmander, who he pet on the head. "Either of you want a go?"

Vaporeon didn't even open his eyes, apparently already in a deep sleep. With a contented sigh, he worked his way into a sitting position, groaning in agony only once. Charmander even tried his best to help him up, but he didn't help much. Once he was sitting, Wyatt struggled to move Vaporeon over, who woke up in a daze, and moved over himself.

Once his weight was off, Wyatt fell back to the bed, gasping in pain. It was dull, and throbbing, and still hurt a lot. Charmander nervously went over to his side, kneeling at his arm and holding onto his bicep as he looked, worriedly, at him. When Wyatt smiled, and put a hand on his, the Pokemon couldn't help but blush.

"You're still pretty hard..." He said, reaching down and rubbing Charmander's small cock between two fingers. It grew rapidly, stiffening upon contact. "You want me to take care of it?"

Charmander looked over nervously at Vaporeon, who was sleeping soundly. It looked like he was worried that his team mate wouldn't agree with Wyatt sucking him off, or doing anything with him. Wyatt reassuringly put a hand on his shoulder, and rotated Charmander towards him.

Without waiting, he reached down again and grabbed Charmander's hot taper, beginning to stroke it. Instantly, hands went to his mouth, he covered it as a long, squeaky groan escaped it. Wyatt rubbed the three and a half inch cock between his index and thumb, gently rubbing up and pinching his tip, before squeezing down to his base.

In many ways, it was almost exactly like Vaporeon's dick. The taper was at a bit more of an upwards angle, however and it was a lot warmer. Other than that, the slick that came from being in a slit made it easy for Wyatt to play with it. What was best about it, though, was just how much Charmander reacted to it.

Wyatt guessed it was his first time receiving any actual pleasure from someone else, based on how much the Pokemon moaned, squirmed, clenched his toes and breathed. He was almost panting from the pleasure, and Wyatt hadn't even done anything but stoke him for a bit.

"Does it feel good?" Wyatt said under his breath, as not to wake Vaporeon.

"C-Chaaar..." Charmander nodded.

"Wanna feel even better?"

Charmander's eyes opened wide, and he looked down, hesitantly. After a few seconds, he slowly, worriedly, nodded. With another smile, Wyatt leaned over, and gave him a soft kiss on the lips after moving his hands to his side. Charmander tensed up, but Wyatt continued to kiss him until he was like jelly. Then, he worked down to his chest.

He raised his brow in surprise when he saw no nipples, but worked with it anyway, giving his chest a kiss. Then his belly. His thigh. Wyatt gave his shaft a few long, loving smooches, rubbing it against his cheek with a hand. Charmander was tense again, and shaking hard.

"How does it feel?" He asked, looking up.

Charmander just shivered, looking at Wyatt with a terrified expression on his face, hands covering his mouth as usual. With a smile, Wyatt began to lick where Charmander's balls might be if they weren't inside of him. He flicked his tongue back and forth under his shaft, Charmander's cock rested on the side of his nose. The Pokemon couldn't stop shivering, and grabbed onto Wyatt's head to support himself.

The boy chuckled and moved upwards, giving Charmander's shaft a few more kisses before opening his mouth, and sinking down on it. For the first time all night, Wyatt became genuinely worried Cameron might come back into his room. Charmander screamed so loud that Vaporeon stirred awake, and looked up at them.

"C-Charmander!" Wyatt laughed, reaching up and clamping the Pokemon's mouth shut. "You're gonna wake the whole city up!"

Charmander just breathed heavily and shook, looking down at Wyatt with wide, terrified eyes. Wyatt pressed a finger to his lip, smiling up at Charmander. Vaporeon, a bit curious, poked in on what they were doing. He sniffed Charmander's cock a few times before giving it a small lick, causing the small Pokemon to nearly fall back in fear. Wyatt chuckled, and pushed Vaporeon away a bit.

"Here..." Wyatt grunted in pain as he turned around, throwing the covers completely off the bed. He stuck his butt out in the air, and grabbed Charmander, resting him on the pillows. The Pokemon made sure his fiery tail was off the fabric as Vaporeon made his way to Wyatt's rear.

With a soft smile - Wyatt hoped his smile would win Charmander over - he went down to his throbbing, leaky cock, and stuck it back in his mouth. This time, Charmander cried out again, but stopped himself short, covering his mouth with both his hands. As Wyatt began to suck, he felt Vaporeon's taper slip into his ass, spreading his cheeks apart and pushing into his hole in one fell swoop.

The boy shivered with Charmander still in his mouth, the pleasure of having himself spread wide just... peak awesome. And, with a Charmander cock in his mouth, Wyatt didn't know how much better it could get. He began to greedily bob up and down, up and down, up and down the small, shuddering shaft, grinning as Charmander moaned his name over and over again.

There soon came wet slaps as Vaporeon got into a groove. Apparently, he was taking whatever anger he might have felt against Wyatt out on his small hole; the thrusting force certainly felt like that. Wyatt wondered if Vaporeon wanted to be the one to get sucked off, and made a mental note to treat his... well, his best friend and, apparently, starter Pokemon, to a good blowjob some time tomorrow.

Charmander gave shuddering breaths, his small hands moving from his mouth to Wyatt's head, grabbing handfuls of hair. He began to pull the mouth on him faster and faster, the pleasure apparently getting to him. Wyatt, at this point, had gotten hard again. Being spit-roasted by two Pokemon he loved a lot just... was the best thing ever.

The piercing presence in his ass soon slowed down; Wyatt wondered if Vaporeon was getting close to finishing inside of him. Just as soon as he slowed down, however, Vaporeon gave an oddly deep growl, and did, in fact, cum. Wyatt felt his warm seed begin to flood into him, thick spurt after thick spurt filling him. Instead of stopping, however, the Pokemon continued to thrust.

Wyatt only grew harder as the realization dawned upon him; Vaporeon was breeding him.

He took a slight pause from sucking off Charmander to revel in just how hard his starter was fucking him. Each thrust scraped against his prostate, making Wyatt grunt, each inch of Vaporeon's eight inch cock slid in and out with a wet plap. He even felt small claws digging into his sides as Vaporeon got into it more and more.

"Charrr!" Came a whiny voice.

Wyatt looked up and saw Charmander pointing down to his cock. With a nod, he went back to sucking, causing another slew of shudders and shakes to shiver down his scraggy sides. Charmander gripped onto Wyatt's head even harder, making even pushing his nose into his soft, creamy belly. He thought Charmander was thrusting a bit too hard, but for this poor little Pokemon, nothing was too much.

Something changed in Charmander's pulls after Wyatt went back to sucking him. They were a lot more demanding, needy... Wyatt reached out and rubbed Charmander's thick legs, feeling them tense as all hell, and realized that Charmander was about to cum. It was a mere second later when Charmander pulled him harder then he'd ever had before, his small cock throbbing as cum began to bombard Wyatt's mouth.

Wyatt gagged, and pulled away from Charmander. He was shot in the face with two or three more ropes of salty, cinnamony cum before the lizard collapsed in a haze of orgasmic bliss. He panted his name over and over again, Wyatt suddenly felt his ass grow warm again. With a grin, he looked over to see Vaporeon slumped over and on his back, panting, sweating.

"Well..." Wyatt grinned, wiping Charmander's cum off his face with his forearm. "It seems as if y'all were some pent up Pokemon."

Vaporeon sleepily nodded, Charmander just gasped his name, sweating bullets. Wyatt chuckled again, rubbing the fire type's belly slowly. He grunted as he felt Vaporeon's cock slip out; the Pokemon rolled off and onto his back, taper throbbing in the air, leaking cum and leaning to one side. The sight was enough to make Wyatt's own cock throb.

With a few pained grunts, made even worse by the stabbing sensation in his ass now, Wyatt turned over. He clenched as tight as he could to keep Vaporeon's cum inside of him; it's warmth was enticing and hot, and he didn't want to make a mess of Cameron's sheets. Looking down, Wyatt winced.

Well, more of a mess.

On his back, his tent was noticeable and throbbing gently. Even with the awesome blowjob he'd gotten, Wyatt still had a higher than average libido, but he didn't really know if he could take care of it. Vaporeon was asleep. Charmander was out of it. His cock throbbed when he saw Charmander, though. Fuck it.

He grabbed the small Pokemon, his weight made it easy to pick him up, unlike Vaporeon's adorably chunky body. Charmander opened his eyes in confusion, but quickly found that he was face to face with Wyatt's throbbing shaft.

"Charmander? Char?" He questioned.

"Shhh... just open your mouth." Wyatt grabbed his prick from the base, and pressed the tip on Charmander's lips.

The Pokemon hesitantly opened his mouth, Wyatt wasted no time pulling Charmander onto him. He moaned softly, Charmander closed his mouth and eyes, and began to suck. Wyatt held his big head in his hands as the Pokemon sucked, making small, nervous whimpering noises as he did so. But his mouth was too warm, too wet, too wonderful for Wyatt to concern himself with Charmander's self-consciousness.

After a few sucks, Wyatt began to maneuver the Pokemon up and down him, crossing his legs around his small body. He pulled Charmander closer to him, closer to his groin, and pushed, pulled, pushed, pulled, moaning softly. At this point, he was so exhausted that he didn't realize the noise he was making, couldn't hear anything over the wet slurps of Charmander sucking up his shaft.

He put one hand on the top of the small Pokemon's head, and one under his jaw, slowly beginning to thrust into him. Charmander was taking it like a pro, that was for sure. He sucked hard, twirling his tongue around Wyatt's cock, making the boy moan softly.

"W-Where do you want it?" Wyatt moaned, looking at Charmander.

The Pokemon just looked confused.

"I'm g-gonna cum soon... where do you want it?"

Charmander's eyes lit up and he grinned a cute grin as he continued to fervently suck Wyatt's cock. He pointed to his face; he wanted a facial. This only turned Wyatt on more, the cum nearly spewed from his tip as Charmander continued to suck. Relenting, Wyatt pulled his cock from Charmander's hand, and wildly stroked it.

Charmander closed his eyes and smiled, Wyatt gasped; everything just caught him off guard. The glee the Pokemon took to getting a load shot on his face. The desire for a load to be shot on his face. Everything about it just made him shudder and shake and, with a moan he had to stifle, Wyatt came.

Three fat ropes blasted across Charmander's face. Wyatt didn't think he had it in him, but when he was through with the Pokemon, there they were. He held his cock in his hand for a while, looking at Charmander as cum dribbled down his face. Wyatt reached over and, with the blanket, rubbed the sticky white stuff off, making Charmander smile warmly.

"Did... did you enjoy that?" Wyatt asked, letting his prick fall limply between his legs.

Charmander nodded.

"Do you... um... well, I know I asked this a while ago, but um..." Wyatt looked at his naked cock. "Stuff... stuff has happened. You still wanna be my Pokemon?"

Charmander looked at him, his expression blank. Wyatt wondered if he'd walk away right then and there. He indeed got up, but instead of walking away, Charmander carefully stepped to the side, walked up to Wyatt's chest, and softly lowered himself down on it, giving him a hug.

Wyatt's heart melted yet again as he hugged Charmander back, stroking the Pokemon's smooth head. Once he left the hug, Charmander curled up into a ball next to Wyatt, holding his tail upwards. It looked weird, but hey, if it kept the apartment from burning down...

Finally, thoroughly exhausted, Wyatt pulled the covers up from the floor with a wince, and pulled them over his half-naked body. Vaporeon was sleeping by his feet, so he poked at him until the Pokemon woke up. Wyatt motioned for him to come, Vaporeon took the steps begrudgingly, sleepily, and flopped beside him.

After he'd pulled Vaporeon close to him, and held him like a Teddiursa bear, Wyatt finally, finally, found a deep, dark sleep. He didn't dream of a single thing, and slept as soundly as he'd ever had before. Now that he was in the company of not one, but two extraordinary Pokemon, Wyatt couldn't help but feel secure, and safe.

. . .

He awoke to the smell of bacon.

It was an odd, eerily homely smell to wake up to and, for a few seconds, Wyatt thought he was back in his bed. At his home. With his own blankets. The realization was crushing, but he stopped himself before he cried. It wasn't that big of a deal, he just... needed to do something. Again, he glanced at Cameron's Pokemon League passport thing.

Maybe that.

Wyatt sat up, wincing less; the pain was substantially better now. There was a fresh set of clothing on a hanger hooked onto the doorknob; Wyatt quickly walked over, stiff morning wood swinging in the air, and grabbed them. Cameron's clothes?

He didn't question it, and slipped them on. Cameron was a lot taller than him, so the jeans he slipped on covered his feet entirely. Wyatt just rolled them up inside of themselves, so it looked... well, still in need of a hemming, but at least he didn't look like Tom Sawyer. The shirt was a size too big, but its bagginess didn't look bad.

After he was dressed, Wyatt opened the door and walked to the smell of bacon. It was only when he saw Vaporeon and Charmander did he realize the room had been empty; he was still getting used to dealing with the two of them on a nightly basis.

"Morning, sleepy." Cameron said with a smile. "Feelin' any better?"

"Kinda." Wyatt helped himself to some coffee, then, "Breakfast?"

"I don't often have company. When I do, maybe I splurge a little."

"I'm not complaining." Wyatt said, taking a piece of bacon and biting into it. "So um... what's the deal with the Pokemon League?"

"Ah, yeah. I was up all night doing some research about it. Apparently my licence to do the whole league thing expired a while back, so you'll need to renew it."

"But... I look nothing like you?"

It was true. Wyatt was far more tan, and almost had a surfer body. Cameron was tall, lanky, and pale. With a chuckle, Cameron pulled a Pokeball out, and tossed it to Wyatt.

"What's that?" He asked as he turned the ball around in his hands.

"My face." Cameron grinned.

. . .

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