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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.

. . .

'This is never going to work.' Wyatt thought, his heart pounding as he walked into the Pokemon League office.

It had been a dumb plan from the start and now that they were actually trying it, it was even more of a stupid idea. Wyatt was sweating bullets as he stood in the registration and renewal line, the Ditto wrapped around his face felt large and obvious. The plan had been simple; Ditto can morph into anything, so Wyatt and Cameron experimented for hours trying to find a combination that worked.

At the end, the duo had settled on a face that could pass as both of their separate faces at first glance. The plan was sketchy and didn't sit well at all with Wyatt, but it wasn't like he had much in the way of a choice. Cameron's ID had a photo of him on it, one that obviously would raise questions when Wyatt tried to renew it. And if questions were raised about his identity, it would lead to him being investigated...

It was a Raboot hole he didn't want to dive into as he stood in the line.

"Name?"

After all, Wyatt had been pretty stressed out these past few days. Saving some crazy dude, shacking up with Cameron, and this crazy... stupid plan. Not to mention the homesickness he felt, the guilt that tore up his heart, and the uncertainty about his future.

"Name?"

Oh, Arceus, the uncertainty was awful. Wyatt didn't know how he'd managed to sleep through the night. His mother must think such bad things about him, and his brother, slob that he is, Wyatt wondered if he missed him. He sure as hell missed the slob.

"Sir, either give me your name or step out of line." A voice suddenly called.

"Huh?" With utter dread, Wyatt realized he was next in line and had been too caught up in his guilt to realize it. Quickly, he stepped forward, and muttered, "Cameron Hoyte."

The lady barely responded, typing in the name with a dead expression. After a few moments, she muttered something about the passport, holding out a hand. Wyatt handed it over and tried standing up as straight as he could; perhaps it would make him look more like a Pokemon trainer. Thankfully, the lady didn't give much thought to thoroughly investigate his appearance.

"Stand over there, go get a picture taken." She pointed over at a small stall.

Wyatt nodded and quickly put his head down as he walked to the stall. He wanted to keep as low a profile as possible. Once the picture was taken, Wyatt left, and went back to the lady, who carelessly handed the updated passport back to him. Clearly, she'd been doing this job for so long that any semblance of responsibility for her duties had left her.

Feeling like he was some kind of badass, Wyatt quickly walked from the building, careful as not to draw any attention to himself. Thankfully, Cameron was close by, hanging out with Charmander and Vaporeon. When the two Pokemon saw Wyatt, they couldn't help but rush over to him. One hugged his legs, the other leapt onto his waist with his front paws and licked.

"So? How'd it go?" Cameron asked after Wyatt gleefully pushed the two Pokemon off of him.

"Can you get this thing off of me?"

Once the Ditto was safely back inside the Pokeball, the group sat under a tree. Wyatt took the passport out and handed it to Cameron, a look of pride on his face. His friend held it up for a few seconds, as if doing so would allow him to see it better, before bursting out in laughter. Cameron's sides shook as he handed the passport back to Wyatt.

"What's wrong?"

"You look like a Deerling caught in headlights!"

"It's not that..." Wyatt looked at it, stopping mid-sentence. "t-that bad."

When he showed it off to Charmander, the little Pokemon also had his sides split from the laughter. Demoralized, he held it up to Vaporeon, who Wyatt could tell was holding back a tremendous amount of laughter. Instead, the water type put a paw on his shoulder, reassuringly.

"Well... at least it's a new passport." Wyatt grumily said. He frowned, stuffing it into his pocket. "Hey, I thought you said these things never expire?"

Cameron just shrugged.

"I dunno man. Anyway, luckily for you, the first gym leader is here, some bug lady."

"So Charmander would be helpful... You should know Ember, right?" Wyatt looked down at Charmander, who crossed his arms and frowned.

Instead of opening his mouth or anything, Charmander stood a few feet from them, throwing a simple punch. At the zenith of the punch, however, his small fist ignited, a loud, fiery blast sounding as he brought it full circle. Charmander grinned proudly as he walked back, sitting down next to Vaporeon.

"Um..." Wyatt looked at Cameron, who was just as befuddled.

"I dunno."

"O...okay..." He smiled at Charmander, who returned the gleeful expression. "Well, I suppose the strategy would be to continuously punch the bugs with that."

"Charmander!" The Pokemon said, apparently excited at the opportunity to punch weak bug types.

"You wanna do that today? Or maybe you should take a few more days and rest or something, I dunno." Cameron shrugged, looking at his phone.

"I... think it would be best to do it today. The sooner I get that badge, the sooner I can leave this city."

"Wooooow..." Cameron looked slightly annoyed.

"N-not that you've been anything other than a great host!" Wyatt chuckled, punching him playfully in the arm. "I just need to move on, y'know? Get the badges, win the championship?"

"Maybe the warrant for your arrest would have expired by then."

"Do they expire?"

"I dunno. I'm not a cop."

For a long time, the four of them just sat under the tree, looking at nothing in particular. Cameron was the first to get up, apparently bored of the waiting. He joined his friend as they all walked away from the Pokemon League office.

"Where are we going?" Wyatt asked after they walked in relative silence.

"The Santalune Gym, didn't you wanna go?" Cameron stopped, looking back at Wyatt.

"O-oh... Well, I meant like... maybe after lunch or something, but yeah. Let's go."

"I mean, if you wanna get something to eat, we can. A growing trainer needs his food!" Cameron joked, grabbing Wyatt's cheek and pinching it.

"Fuck off!" The two of them laughed, making their way out of the parking lot.

For the next half hour or so, the four of them walked through the somewhat crowded streets of Santalune City. Wyatt, having lived on the outskirts of Santalune for most of his life, was somewhat familiar with the area they were in. It was more of a tourist-y area and was thus filled with all sorts of neat shops selling artisanal cheeses and overpriced wines.

He wasn't too worried about being noticed by the police, however. Vaporeon was a rare Pokemon, but Wyatt had seen two or three more as they walked through the city, one was even shiny. Plus, with his haircut, and the... well, rather awful dye job Cameron had done, Wyatt looked like a new man.

So, Wyatt enjoyed the stroll through the city. After all, the smells, the sights, and the sheer activity of being with his closest friends as they made their way towards his future career excited him. For the first time in a few days, he actually had a jump in his step.

. . .

"Well, there it is." Cameron pointed to the gym, a large green brick building with a green roof.

"Anything I should know?" Wyatt thumbed the passport, looking for anything that might help him, but there was just his deer in the headlights picture, some information about Cameron, and eight slots for badges.

"Just eh... put them in their balls? Kick some ass? I dunno." Cameron shrugged. "Maybe don't use Vaporeon until you can buy him a new Pokeball or something."

"Why's that?"

"I'm betting your boss would easily be able to identify it as his. So um... we'll visit the Pokemart once you've won. Oh, here." Cameron reached into his pocket and pulled out a Super Potion.

"O-oh, wow... thank you." Wyatt took it, realizing he'd probably need it.

"Eh, had it lying around. It was gonna expire in a few days, so... Yeah. Since you're only gonna be able to use Charmander. Figured it might help."

"But... I-I can't use Vaporeon?" Wyatt looked down at the Pokemon, who looked just as confused.

"I personally wouldn't. One's gone missing as of late, so it would be pretty risky to do this. These things are recorded, y'know?" Cameron smirked. "So stand up straight!"

"Televised?!" Might as well call the whole thing off.

"No, just recorded. To use as proof if something happens, or whatnot."

"Great. Well, maybe once I win the damn league or something they'll forgive me. Or something." Wyatt sighed, shivering a bit as he looked down at Vaporeon and Charmander. "Well, guys?"

He pulled out the Pokeballs and squatted down. Each of them went willingly into them, nuzzling his hand as he recalled them. Once safely inside, Wyatt made sure to keep Vaporeon's Pokeball in his left pocket, while he held onto Charmanders. Giving Cameron a firm handshake, Wyatt proceeded inwards.

Inside the Santalune Gym he stood, shivering again.

If this was a gym, then Wyatt was on Saturn. The walls were a pristine white, pictures of various landscapes, Pokemon, and items illuminated by lights on the ceiling. There was some older guy in suspenders and a bow-tie Wyatt paid little attention to as he looked around the supposed gym.

There was also a pole one would expect firefighters to use to get down from a second floor. When Wyatt looked down the hole, he saw nothing but blackness. Weird. After looking for a staircase, he finally paid the older man a bit more attention. Since Wyatt had walked in there, the man hadn't moved at all. He just looked straight ahead.

"Hello?" Wyatt asked as he stood in front of him. "Where's the gym?"

"Oh, don't you see? You're in it, young boy!"

"This isn't a gym. I dunno what it is. Unless you're the gym leader, but..." Wyatt gave a small tsk, then, "I don't see any Pokemon on you. And isn't there like... other trainers I have to fight?"

"Well, yes, there is, and you are correct! I'm just a helper here. The real gym is down that pole, but if you have any questions, I'm more than happy to help!" The older man smiled warmly.

"N-none come to mind..." Wyatt looked at the pole. "I just... slide down that thing, huh?"

"Yes sir!"

Wyatt thanked the older man and quickly walked away. Stranger danger, after all. He'd never gone down one of these poles before, always afraid of what it might have felt like on his hands. But, not having any other alternative, Wyatt grabbed on and quickly jumped on with a shout.

Wind flew past him as he slid down the pole maybe ten, twenty feet. When the pole ended, that's when Wyatt seriously started to scream. He flailed as he fell through the air, the rushing wind pounding in his ears. Right before he smashed into the ground, right as he saw his entire life flash before his eyes - kinda pathetic, but hey, he was only eighteen! -, something caught him.

It bowed with his weight, but slowed him as he fell. His guts felt like they were going to burst out of his back, it was the most uncomfortable sensation he'd ever felt before. The netting soon sprung back up, launching him a few feet into the air. This continued for a few more seconds before Wyatt eventually stopped falling on the trampoline.

There was a thin layer of sweat as he shook from the sheer and utter fear of what had just happened. Wyatt finally opened his eyes after he stopped screaming, and finally was able to get a good look around. It was a struggle not to vomit up his heart right then and there as he saw the situation he was in.

He was on a big spider web, illuminated by lights above. There were large blades of grass around the perimeter of the web, and two platforms in the arena, each with two kids looking straight forward. Wyatt looked down, where he was lying, and saw that he was smack dab in the middle of the web. Now that he was able to get a better look at it, he noticed that it wasn't just a solid strand of web.

Instead, there were more thick ropes, about a foot or two in width and around those, connecting the web, was more thick netting. Overall, it looked like something that a carnival tightroper might fall onto if they fell during practice, albeit, with a soft walkway. Wyatt poked at it, frowning slightly; his finger sunk down a few inches, and the squishy material reformed itself a few seconds after he'd removed it.

What the fuck was this?

Breathing hard, Wyatt rose to his feet, wobbling hard as he sunk down two or three inches. He already felt sick to his stomach, but the height allowed him to notice a few more things about the web pathway. There were enormous droplets of water on the pathway, droplets that seemed to defy the laws of water physics. In addition to that, there were also missing areas of the web pathway that he guessed he wouldn't be able to walk over. Jump, maybe, but Wyatt found that it was a struggle just to walk when his feet sunk down as much as they did.

"I need to get out of here..." Wyatt mumbled, setting off in one direction.

He didn't know if it was the right one, but he just made a beeline towards the direction of the gym leader. The gym leader... she was some thin, blonde lady with a camera and, just like the other kids on the platforms, was looking dead ahead. It was unnerving, but... well, beating her in a Pokemon battle was the only way to get the Bug Badge.

The pathway ended abruptly, forcing Wyatt to backtrack a bit. It was a pain in the ass; his legs were already aching, he constantly had to take small breaks to let them rest before moving on. Wyatt scoped out a potential path, a long one, but it would eventually get him to the leader. He set off, trying to keep his wits about him as his shoes and pants became utterly soaked from the gigantic water droplets. Yet again, he didn't get far before he was stopped.

It wasn't an end to the path he'd decided upon, instead, one of the kids he'd seen yelled out for him to stop. Thinking he was about to fall or walk on something that would get him to fall, Wyatt immediately froze. When he, in fact, didn't plunge to whatever was below him, he looked up at the trainer.

Fuck, it was just a kid.

Maybe nine, ten years old. Dressed in a blue sweater, khaki cargo shorts, and blue sneakers. He wore this stupid, devious grin as he tossed his singular Pokeball in the air before catching it, and took off towards Wyatt. The boy didn't have any difficulty in traversing the webbing, but Wyatt's eyes grew wide when he saw why. This kid might have been just that; a kid, but his legs were built. The muscular definition in them would put a body-builder to shame.

"Our eyes locked! That's a trainer's sign to battle!" He said.

Without letting Wyatt explain that, no, they didn't, in fact, lock eyes, or that he wasn't interested in battling, the boy let his singular Pokemon out. After the typical brilliant hue of red nearly blinded him, Wyatt couldn't help but mute a chuckle. The boy had a bug type, and not exactly a good one; the single Pokemon he had was a simple Ledyba. This... was gonna be a lot easier than he thought.

"Okay then... um, Charmander, you're up!" Wyatt didn't feel like Charmander could actually hear him, but when he released the Pokemon from the ball, he certainly acted like he did.

Actually, now that Wyatt looked at him, Charmander acted a lot different when he saw an enemy. His knees were slightly bent, he moved back and forth, eyes locked on his enemy. He'd even occasionally twitch from the sheer concentration alone.

"Can you use that fire punch move on him?" Wyatt asked, squatting down close to the Pokemon.

Charmander looked back, Wyatt got just a little scared. The look in his eyes wasn't a cute one, a thankful one, a happy one, nor one he recognized. Charmander's eyes had a certain look of bloodlust in them that he wasn't that comfortable with. That didn't stop him from nodding and taking off much faster than Wyatt had ever seen him move.

He was there in three steps, fist already pulled back and on fire. The sound of fire moving rapidly through air filled the arena as Charmander dove towards Ledyba; the hit connected smack dab in the middle of the Pokemon's chest. Charmander shot a sneer at the Bug type's crumpled form as he dashed back towards Wyatt, panting heavily.

The young boy recalled Ledyba and, apparently, the battle was over. Wyatt quickly recalled Charmander before he up and disemboweled the boy trainer, since he was walking this way.

"Looks like I gotta train more!" He said with a grin. The boy held out his hand; he had a few bills in his hand.

Wyatt knew that winners of Pokemon battles were compensated, sometimes poorly, but oftentimes quite well. In this instance, well... It was decent pay. All of twenty four dollars; he folded it in his wallet and grunted, beginning to walk again. Wyatt didn't know why his feet sunk into the path like this, but damn, it was a pain in his rear. Thankfully, he had a straight shot to the gym leader on this path.

Wyatt took some time to contemplate whether or not he wanted to fight the other trainer. He - Wyatt was fairly confident - had another Bug type Charmander could knock out in one hit. Plus, he'd be getting more money for it, maybe as much as the other kid had given him. The only downside would be that he would have to walk over there... and he was already drenched in sweat.

Fuck it.

It took a bit of mental effort, but he trudged forward, towards the other trainer in the gym. Unlike last time, Wyatt did actually look into the boy's near soulless eyes. Just as last time, the trainer came running over to him, and just like the last kid, he had incredibly built legs. Hell, the kid nearly danced on the squishy flooring. Not surprisingly, he sent out a Spewpa, one which Charmander one hit KO'd.

He got another twenty four dollars, and slid it into his wallet with the other earnings. Wyatt wondered if this was why Pokemon trainers lived in such nice apartments, or never seemed to work a day in their lives. It took him all of ten minutes to get enough money for a decent meal for his entire team at a fancy restaurant. This was only the first gym, too... what kinda dough could he make at the next one, or the next?

That is, if he did get to the other gyms. There was always a chance that he'd be caught from the recordings from the battle with the gym leader. Wyatt put that out of his mind for now, and hoped that forty eight dollars would be enough to post bail... which was a laughable thought. With a sigh, Wyatt shook his head and trudged onward, to the stinkin' gym leader.

Once he got there, Wyatt was drenched in sweat, soaked in dew, and utterly miserable. The gym leader looked at him and he at her, but she didn't make a move towards him like the other two trainers had. Glad that he wasn't forced into another battle, Wyatt sat down and took his socks and shoes off. Sure, he might have gotten weird looks, but they were soaked.

After he'd turned them hard enough to make them damp, Wyatt placed them to the side and rolled his pant legs up. Sure, he looked like a hillbilly, but fuck, he was hot and tired and this gym was stupid and annoyed him. He stood in front of the trainer, frowning.

"Can we get this over with?" Wyatt asked, his voice cracking from dehydration.

"Trainer! Congratulations on making it this fa-"

"Can we please get on with this?" He was a bit more demanding this time. The gym leader frowned.

"Fine." She didn't make some fancy, flashy statement, instead she just released her Pokemon, a Surskit.

Wyatt did the same with Charmander, who came out of his Pokeball with an adorable lil roar, and got into what Wyatt figured was his battle pose. He felt a little dizzy, but Wyatt came this far... passing out now would be an unforgivable sin. Charmander looked back, raising a fist and grinning. Wyatt chuckled to himself and nodded.

"Surskit, use Water Sport!" Wyatt, ever the kid, chuckled at the name of the move as he watched Charmander dash towards Surskit.

As the punch connected, an odd rain started to fall from seemingly nowhere. Wyatt noticed that the fire that came from Charmander's fist didn't seem all that strong compared to his other punches. And, unfortunately, Surskit didn't look all that phased by the punch after she'd recovered.

But hey, why not try again? And again... and again. After the fourth punch, the Surskit still seemed in relatively good health. Charmander, however, was in a bit worse of shape. Surskit knew Bubble, and, even though it was a weak move, it was still super effective against him. Whenever the bubbles would make contact with Charmander's body, they seemed to explode outwards, and Wyatt guessed they hurt a lot.

After the last punch, Wyatt decided that the move wasn't working for some reason. He was still new to this whole thing and didn't know why this bug wasn't falling like the other two had.

"Eh... Charmander?" Wyatt asked, pulling on his shoulder. The Pokemon looked up, and gave a fierce, determined smile. "What moves do you know?"

"Charmander! Char, Char, Charmander! Chaaaaaarmander!" He gave an adorable grin.

"..."

"..."

"You're fucking adorable, but I have no idea what you just said." Wyatt pressed his lips together; he often did when he was displeased.

Charmander rolled his eyes and clawed at the air.

"Scratch?"

The Pokemon did the same lip-pressing-together, and patted Wyatt's knee like he was a little kid. Next, he punched the air and put his tail under his small fist.

"The fire punch?"

A thumbs up. After that, Charmander turned, looked at one of the trainers they'd fought, and spat a black blob of... something. Wyatt watched as the blob connected with the back of the trainer's blue sweatshirt and exploded in a black smoke.

"Pfft... S-Smokescreen?" Wyatt said with a chuckle. Charmander smiled, nodding.

Finally, the small Pokemon turned the opposite direction from Wyatt, looked upwards and unleashed a spew of purple, pink, and blue fire. It reached out ten, fifteen, twenty feet before rounding off, the sight alone was dazzling to watch. It ended once Charmander shut his maw, the dazzling flame dripping from the corners of his snout.

"Um... I'm at a loss."

"Chaaaar!" He growled, making a scary face.

"Nope... Nada. Nothing. How about this, can I call it something we come up with?" Wyatt grinned. Names already circulated in his mind.

Charmander shrugged.

"Ok... how about... um... Badass Firebreath of Doom?"

The smaller Pokemon gave him a weird look, but nodded.

"Alright, then go and hit that thing with a Badass Firebreath of Doom!" Wyatt nearly yelled, grinning like a fool.

He even got into some odd pose he never thought he'd get into; determined look, pointing one finger at the Surskit, his other fist clenched. It was a typical Pokemon trainer pose and Wyatt never actually thought he'd make one. Whenever he saw someone getting into one, he wondered if the person had some kind of mental condition, but now that he was striking it... Needless to say, he saw the appeal of Pokemon battling.

It wasn't all about the money.

As he expected, Surskit tried - and failed - to outrun Badass Firebreath of Doom. Wyatt was surprised that the Pokemon hadn't been burnt to a crisp; even he recoiled from just how hot it was. Her strength didn't last for too much longer, though. Surskit collapsed as soon as Charmander was done with the move, recalled a moment later by the gym leader who looked less than impressed.

"Took you long enough." She threw another Pokeball, Wyatt's heart leapt when he saw what Pokemon came out.

It was a Vivillon and, while it looked pretty, Wyatt knew that it was a Bug type and thus weak to-

"Fire Punch!" Wyatt yelled, grinning like a fool.

Charmander screamed his name as he dashed forward, apparently taking Vivillon by surprise. The punch landed squarely in the middle of the Pokemon's chest and sent it flying backwards, barely able to keep flying. It got back up and flew back in the middle of her trainer.

"Vivillon, use Infestation!"

The Pokemon screeched her name and shot out this odd green smoke. Charmander was hit by it and, surrounded by fog, began to get bit by all sorts of small bugs and other types of insects. It looked painful, but Charmander managed to get through it, but Wyatt noticed that he was struggling. When the move was over, the cloud still hovered around him, but there weren't any bugs constantly biting him.

"Use the Fire Punch again!"

He was a bit slower, but still managed to hit Vivillon square in the chest. This time, she was knocked square out of the air, landing in a crumpled mess by the Gym leader's feet. Instead of staying down, however, Vivillon fluttered back into the air. The gym leader wasted no time, immediately commanding her to tackle Charmander.

Charmander, for his part, took it like a champ. The two of them collided and ended up in a ball together. With a snarl, Charmander kicked up with both of his feet, sending Vivillon flying back towards the gym leader. Before he could get up again, however, the green cloud suddenly became a lot thicker and for a second time, bugs came from nowhere and began to bite him.

It broke Wyatt's heart to hear a scream as painful as the one Charmander screamed. When the ill effects finally stopped, as the bugs fell off of him, the Pokemon struggled to get back to his feet. He hobbled over to Wyatt, looking like he was about to cry.

"You know, you can just switch him out with your other Pokemon. It would end the effects of the move." Wyatt looked up at her. She was spraying Vivillon down with a potion and, suddenly, he felt like a complete asshole for not realizing.

"Close your eyes." He softly told Charmander, lovingly rubbing under the Pokemon's jaw.

Charmander obeyed as Wyatt began to spritz him down with the contents of his own Super Potion. He'd completely forgot that he'd had one; the sheer excitement of the battle had blinded him of this advantage. As he covered Charmander in the reddish liquid, Wyatt offered words of encouragement. How he was the best Pokemon ever, how the fight was almost over, how Wyatt would make Charmander scream tonight. All those good things.

When the two of them had finished giving their Pokemon a potion, Wyatt commanded Charmander to use Fire Punch again, while Vivillan went for another tackle. The bugs came and bit Charmander some more, but they seemed to have little effect on him; he was healthy and fit now, the potion even seemed to return some of his bloodlust.

It was after the first Fire Punch that something suddenly happened. The Water Sport move that Surskit used earlier in the battle had finally stopped its effects. The next punch that Charmander threw was nearly explosive in nature when compared to the last one. It sent Vivillon flying back, slamming against the wall, burning slightly. It was astounding to watch and Vivillon was quickly recalled.

"Is that it?" Wyatt called over to the gym leader.

"Congrats." Was all she said, handing him a wad of bills, a gym badge, and a TM once she'd walked over to him.

The dehydration hit Wyatt pretty hard so he took the stuff and shoved it into a pocket without saying a word. He grabbed his shoes and socks, walking out and past the gym leader, who seemed just a little bit too angry for losing a battle that had been heavily stacked against her from the start. There was a staircase that led to a hidden door behind a painting in the main room. Wyatt watched as another young trainer - seriously young, why wasn't he in school? - vault down the pole in the center of the room.

He didn't say anything to the creepy older guy in the middle of the room, just made his way outside. Finally, the damp, the heat... everything that made that gym suck in particular stopped. It was even a nice day out; still a bit hot, but there was a nice breeze to offset it. Cameron was sitting on the steps of the gym with his Pokemon, a rather cute Braxian. When his friend noticed him, he waved at him.

"Hey! You certainly look like you've been in the Santalune Gym." He laughed, handing him a water bottle. "Honestly, fuck that place. Never had to work so hard in my life to walk."

"Thanks." Wyatt drank the bottle down in a matter of seconds and, as he wiped his mouth, asked, "Your starter, or something?"

"Braixen? Yeah, yeah she is. Was? Eh, I dunno. I just love her." Cameron grinned, pulling Braixen into a hug. The smaller Pokemon yelped with glee, hugging back.

"Well, she's kinda cute." The four of them took off back towards Cameron's apartment.

"Yeah she is. It's why I picked her, y'know?" He shot a sly grin over at him.

"Just for that?" Wyatt chuckled, picking Charmander up and letting him rest on his shoulders. After all, the little guy had worked hard today, he deserved it. "I feel like that's a bad reason to pick a starter."

"You say that now, but you've felt how warm a Fire type is..." Cameron grinned, making Wyatt's face go white with terror. "Kinda loud last night. Couldn't help but check in on you, y'know," The white turned to a red so deep it was nearly maroon. "Make sure you were alright. Little did I know~" Just the way he spoke... did he have to say everything in the most embarrassing way possible??

"S-sorry, man."

"You got nothing to be sorry for. I found it a little hot, truth be told."

"Charmander?"

"N-no..." For the first time ever, Wyatt saw his friend blush.

He realized that Cameron had meant him, but didn't have anything good to come up with. Wyatt, after all, was gay, but he couldn't see himself being in a relationship with Cameron. He'd always considered the boy more of a friend, but waking up naked sure made sense now. Anyone else would have left his underwear on, but Cameron... well, Wyatt guessed he'd wanted to see what he could never get.

"I didn't realize." Was all Wyatt offered.

"It's... It's fine, man. Besides, I'm kinda... super into female Pokemon." He put a hand on Wyatt's shoulder. "Even if I do have embarrassing feelings about friends. What about you?"

"Hmm?"

"Well, I like dudes... but I prefer female Pokemon. Are you the opposite, or something?" Kinda touchy question...

"I... don't know? I haven't had a lot of sex, so um... yeah. I dunno." Wyatt shrugged.

"Do you want to?" Cameron's eyes suddenly lit up. He looked down at Braixen, apparently doing something that was some insider language with them.

Even though it was in broad daylight, in the middle of the road, Braixen walked in front of Wyatt and reached up, feeling his groin. The Pokemon gave one hell of a set of bedroom eyes, making him gulp. He pushed Braixen away as he walked forward.

"Shit... I did something wrong, huh?" Cameron asked, jogging to catch up.

"Well, dude... in the middle of the city? C'mon!" Wyatt scolded, frowning. "At least wait till I can take my pants off."

"So you are into it? Females, that is?"

"I don't fucking know!" Wyatt wasn't angry, just shy. "I just know that I need to take a shower, and bad. I stink."

"No objections there..."

"Ass."

. . .

Wyatt shut the bathroom door behind him and Charmander, sighing. He was tired from that stupid gym, and just wanted to go to bed, but it was the middle of the day. Plus, there would be no sleeping, not with the prospect of sleeping with a Braixen. That made his heart race.

"Can you take a shower?" Wyatt asked Charmander as he undressed.

"Char?!" The Pokemon looked horrified.

"Alright, alright. Well um... you should wash up." Wyatt picked him up and placed him on the sink counter, handing him a rag. "The sink works like this... yup... just dab a bit of water on the rag and wash up!"

Charmander looked uncomfortable, but did as Wyatt asked.

"Hey," He put his thumb on Charmander's chin, gripping in a circle with his index finger. "I meant what I said in the gym. You are gonna be screaming tonight, in a good way."

At that, Charmander's slit parted slightly and he nodded. Wyatt chuckled and turned, stepping into the warm shower. It felt so good to take one after a day or two of not being able to; hot water made his sore muscles feel so much better. And once he was able to wash the smell of the gym off, he felt like a new man. He just wished he didn't get an erection at the thought of what he was gonna do to that Braixen every time it crossed his mind.

Stepping out after one last minute in the shower, Wyatt cleaned the places Charmander had been unable to wash off. He giggled as Charmander grabbed at his groin, pushing the Pokemon away as he wrapped a towel around his waist. Then, the two of them walked out of the bathroom and into the hallway.

Wyatt walked into the kitchen, thinking Cameron might be there, but didn't find him. He listened for a second and heard some odd, muffled groans coming from somewhere in the house. When he found where they were coming from, Wyatt felt daft; the bedroom, he'd walked past there on his way to the kitchen.

He looked into the room and gulped.

Cameron was lying on the bed, naked from the waist down. Between his thighs lay Braixen, sucking away at his rather average sized, circumcised cock. Unlike him, Cameron had a tuft of hair right above him, but Braixen had no problem working down it completely, sucking back up with a kiss to his pulsing tip.

"Ahem." Wyatt suddenly coughed. Cameron seized up and looked back, panicked at first. Then, he grinned.

"Officer, I can explain."

"Um... um... um... s-sorry... I'll come back, I guess..."

"N-no, you... I mean, you don't have to, y'know?"

"Cameron, I'm not gay for... well, not just you, but humans."

"I know. But you can still double team her with me... if you want." He blushed so hard as he forced Braixen to take his entire shaft.

"Eh..." Wyatt looked down at Charmander. He was already aroused, twitching as he gazed at Cameron getting a blowjob. "Y-You... You're sure it's ok?"

"Of course. Let's show her a good time, I won't do anything to you or Charmander, if you don't want me to."

"I... I'd like that." Wyatt nervously blushed.

Cameron gave Braixen a few scritches on her head and sat up a bit. Wyatt, his heart still racing, dropped his towel. As he expected, Cameron got more than an eyeful, which caused Wyatt to blush harder than ever before. It was the first time another human besides his doctor had seen him naked.

"Nice cock, bro."

"Don't make this weird." Wyatt laughed.

"You want her mouth?" Cameron asked, pushing Braixen's head upwards. She left, but it seemed like she really didn't want to.

"Um... Lemme look around, first." Wyatt offered, getting a bit close to the bed.

"Sure, sure. Braixen, c'mon." His friend sat cross-legged, gently helping Braixen off the bed.

Wyatt gulped as she looked at him, her eyes curiously gazing down at his groin. Her fur was soft, especially the fur on her neck. Braixen grabbed onto his hand, both hands held either side as she brought it up to her mouth, sucking on a finger. Just as Charmander had been, Braixen was warm, exceptionally soft, as well. She had rather sharp teeth, though, which made Wyatt wonder if Cameron had ever been cut by them.

His gaze drifted down to whatever lay between her legs. Wyatt picked Braixen up, setting her on the bed as he was observed by the trio. He pulled her legs apart, gulping involuntarily; he'd never seen a pussy like this before. Braixen had an odd, puffy spade shape instead of a regular human-looking slit, which he guessed made sense. With his thumbs, Wyatt spread her open, and held her open with an index finger and thumb. With his other finger, he explored.

It was a weird bit of anatomy, he had difficulty maneuvering around her, at first. Braixen saw his difficulty with her parts and gently took his finger in her hand, leading him to an opening. He awkwardly thanked her, gently pushing into the hole a moment later. She gave a soft gasp, clenching around him almost instantly. Between the pressure and the warmth, Wyatt couldn't help but stiffen up.

He tensed up when he felt small hands on his shaft pulling it upwards, playing with it. It was Charmander, a wide grin on his excited face. Wyatt didn't say anything, just opened his legs a bit more as the Pokemon went to work on him. He turned his attention back to Braixen, but he'd gotten his fill of her spade.

Now he wanted to see her asshole. Wyatt pulled Braixen forward and clenched up again; he'd been resting on both knees and his cock had been mouth level with Charmander. The little Pokemon had taken advantage of that quite quickly and was now noisily sucking and slurping on him.

"Fuck, that's hot..." Cameron murmured, looking at Wyatt getting a blowjob.

"Mmm." Wyatt's lip quivered as a warm feeling spread throughout his groin. Charmander was such a good 'lil cock sucker.

Finally, he got his bearings and pushed Braixen down on the bed. Wyatt pulled both of her legs together and lifted them up, getting a good look at her asshole. It was tight looking, even a precursory examination via finger revealed that he'd struggle to get himself inside. After a few seconds of trying to work his finger to his knuckles, Wyatt gave up.

"I've never been able to get inside of her rear, to be honest." Cameron said as he scratched his thigh. "So, everything you thought it would be?"

"Eh... I-I suppose..." Wyatt moaned, letting go of Braixen and pulling Charmander off of him. He didn't want to cum too quickly.

"What end do you want, then?"

Braixen sat up, looking down at him and Charmander. She smiled, waving at Charmander, who wiped his mouth and waved back. Wyatt's shaft throbbed as he looked over her. The spade seemed nice, but Charmander's ever-so-sneaky blowjob had really turned him on to getting one from another Fire Type. So, he crawled on the bed, picking Charmander up and setting him next to Cameron.

Wyatt sat against the wall and led Braixen over to him. The Pokemon seemed to know exactly what to do, and knelt down, taking his cock in one hand, rubbing his sack with the other; she wasted no time beginning to suck him off.

"Mouth, huh?" Cameron said with a grin.

"Charmander's small enough for his ass, you t-take her... whatever her ladyparts are called." Wyatt grunted, shivering at the feeling of actual fingers gripping and tickling his groin.

"Alright alright!" Cameron grinned, walking to his closet.

Wyatt focused on the blowjob most of all, but reached out and began to softly jerk Charmander off. It wasn't a moment later that Cameron came back with a bottle of something, lube, Wyatt guessed. His friend led Charmander to the edge of the bed and knelt down. He was a bit jealous as Cameron squirted lube on Charmander's small taper, jerking him off for a few seconds to really spread it around.

After, he applied some to his own shaft and then fingered some in to both of Braixen's rear holes. Charmander was placed on top of Braixen and hugged her big bushy tail as he was led into her asshole. He wasted no time in thrusting, causing Braixen to clench her jaw a bit. Once Cameron knelt down and began to take her doggy style, she clenched harder yet still.

Wyatt began to breathe a bit heavier as he pushed and pulled Braixen's mouth along the length of his cock. She quickly snapped back to pleasing him, stroking off what little he didn't push into her mouth. With the other hand, she'd pull and gently squeeze his balls, making sure that he never felt a second of rest. Wyatt wondered just how often she'd done this to Cameron and couldn't help but grin when he saw him helping Charmander thrust into Braixen's ass.

The little Fire type was trying his best to fuck Braixen. He made all these cute little moans and shouts as he thrusted. Because he was too small to stand and thrust on his own, Cameron held his thighs, which, in and of itself, was adorable. Wyatt loved watching as he dug his small fingers into Braixen's bushy tail, his eyes clenched so tightly closed he thought they'd never open again.

The thing that interested him the most was Cameron, however. Truth be told, Cameron seemed more interested in helping Charmander get off than he was about fucking Braixen himself. Plus, he was buried deep inside of Braixen's pussy, what wasn't there to love about his situation?

Wyatt shook his head as he returned to Braixen. She was rather cute; big, dark orange eyes, a very cute smile and, of course, she was, overall, adorable in design. For some reason, he just really liked her, it was no wonder Cameron had chosen her as a starter Pokemon. Plus, her mouth was fucking amazing.

While Charmander had tried his best to suck him off, Braixen was on a whole different level. It seemed like every motion she made was utterly, truly devoted to his pleasure, and his pleasure alone. The world almost melted away as Wyatt looked into her eyes as she sucked him off. If it hadn't been for Charmander's whiny moans, he'd have probably been hypnotized by her.

Her tongue was just... so warm. It darted around his tip, licking and rubbing, nearly scooping the large amounts of precum he shot out. The teeth she gently scraped against him felt considerably better than he thought they would, pleasurable, even. Her hand was strong and warm as well, able to jerk him quickly and efficiently when she wasn't buried on him. And the sheer wet warmth from her mouth... Dear Arceus, it was amazing.

Wyatt felt close, but when he told her, Braixen just giggled, focused, and began to work so much quicker on him. He moaned loud as Cameron laughed; Wyatt had forgotten that he was even there in the first place, but paid him no mind. It still weirded him out that Cameron like-liked him.

Braixen was overwhelmingly good at this. With one weak, embarrassing whimper, Wyatt took her head in both hands and shoved her all the way down his shaft. At first, she tried to pull away, but once he began to cum, Braixen resigned to sucking him dry. As Wyatt emptied however much of his seed into her throat, she gently rubbed his balls, coaxing more and more out.

Her mouth... warm... wet... ngh...

Wyatt had never felt more comfortable than he did in that moment. A Pokemon's mouth around the hilt of his cock. Legs open and a wall to lean against. Gentle humps as his friends pounded Braixen from the opposite end. It seemed like Braixen sucked all the worries and physical stress he'd had right out of him in that moment.

"Oh, fuuuuck..." With a moaning curse, Wyatt gently pushed Braixen off of his length.

"She's good at that..." Cameron huffed as he thrusted into her.

"Y-yeah..."

He chuckled as Braixen licked the bottom of his throbbing shaft; it was laying on her snout. As she continued licking, Wyatt considered pulling away. He knew he was spent, but something about her tongue just made him want to stay there for hours on end. She licked, and licked, and licked him... and as the minutes ticked by, as Charmander and Cameron huffed, fucking her hard, Wyatt's cock refused to go flaccid.

In fact, if anything, sensation returned, he became frighteningly erect yet again. Braixen, of course, wasted no time in leading his rod back to her mouth again. Before she could get too caught up in it, however, he pulled away and looked up at Cameron.

"You wanna switch?" He asked, blushing hard. Stiiiiiill weird, knowing he liked him.

"Does 'lil Wyatt want a go at her spade?"

"Hey! Big Wyatt! And yeah, yeah I kinda do." He said with a grin.

Braixen shuddered as Cameron pulled himself out and, soon, Charmander was the only one rapidly, lovingly humping away at her ass. Wyatt got off the bed and moved to her rear, and got a good look at what he was gonna be dealing with. Cameron stood next to him.

"Where do I..." Wyatt began, before nervously cutting off. "Y'know? Stick it in?"

"Oh." Cameron led a finger down to Braixen's spade and pushed it in.

Easily it slid in to the top of the "Y" the openings made. Braixen shuddered, looking back with a sly smirk on her face. Wyatt nodded and thanked Cameron as he jumped onto the bed, getting into the same position Wyatt had been in moments before. Then, Wyatt worked out how to push himself inside of Braixen.

The first few thrusts were unsuccessful. Wyatt frowned, grunting as he jabbed her again and again, and grew slightly frustrated as he was unable to penetrate her. It wasn't that he'd gotten soft, or anything, she was just... odd! Female! Alien to his sexual experience!

"Don't give up. It wasn't easy my first time either, and, hell, she was riding me." Cameron advised.

With a nod, Wyatt took his throbbing erection in one hand. Using his brain, he spread Braixen's spade, and guided his tip against her hole. He released her folds, then thrusted in, instantly groaning, groaning loudly. Wyatt pushed in and in and in until he was pressed against Braixen's soft, black legs.

It didn't take long for nature to kick in; he began slowly, rather unused to fucking something like this. Sure, he'd fucked Vaporeon a few times, but it was always lying down or sitting, never standing like this. He made a mental note to do this to him next time they felt horny.

What surprised him the most, however, was just how arousing it was to see his own cock slide in and out. His throbbing length was a lot harder than he'd ever seen before, veins popped up and well... it just looked awesome. Especially when it came out glistening.

While he found it arousing to see himself sliding in and out, Wyatt also could hardly believe just how... just how she felt. Braixen, being a fire type, was warm inside - go figure - but, for a Pokemon who'd had a lot of sex with her trainer before, she was also incredibly tight. Tight to the point where Wyatt wondered if it was possible to exercise that part of your body.

He wasn't even that well endowed, yet he was frightened to go too fast, lest he tear something. It also took a lot more energy than he thought it would. While he was fucking a real live Braixen, it was pretty difficult to constantly swing his hips back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, just for this amount of pleasure. So, Wyatt thrusted his length all the way inside, until his balls rested against Braixen's spade, and stopped.

As he waited to get a bit more energy back, Wyatt watched Charmander go to town on Braixen's ass. His little taper slammed in and out of the hole, demanding more and more of it as he panted in adorable, high pitched pants. Charmander gripped Braixen's large tail, hugging it as he rutted her, small fingers digging into her fur for the strongest grip. And then, while Wyatt watched, Charmander climaxed.

Truth be told, Wyatt was surprised that the Pokemon had lasted as long as he had. He'd been thrusting like nobody's business, not taking a break for even a second to catch his break, but Charmander's efforts were finally rewarding him. Wyatt watched as he gave a few more weak, scattered humps, before finally falling off of Braixen.

"You enjoy yourself?" Wyatt grinned, rubbing his belly.

"Charrr!" Charmander nodded, his eyes dazed and dull with pleasure.

Smirking, Wyatt, turned back to Braixen, grabbing the base of her tail. He was ready again, resuming his thrusts. This time, however, he began to hump a lot harder, hard enough to make Cameron chuckle. Wyatt ignored him, however; now wasn't the time to care about his friend. Braixen was spasming and clenching like nobody's business, he felt like he needed to cum.

Charmander's pearly white seed slowly leaked from her asshole, so Wyatt scooped it up and pushed it back into her. She deserved every drop her mates gave her. Grabbing onto her waist with both hands, Wyatt pushed in completely. He began to hump her with all of one or two inches, his balls smacking into her dripping spade with each push in.

He wanted to slow down, wanted to take his time and enjoy it, but something about having Braixen swallow a load, only for him to remain hard as a rock, really triggered something inside of him. Wyatt didn't care how hard he was humping her. Didn't care about her moans, or how rough he was digging his fingers in her sides. He needed this pleasure more than anything else.

Braixen wasn't some helpless animal he was having his way with, however. She fought back, clenching her walls as hard as she could around his shaft. It made it a lot harder to hump completely inside of her and it even made it impossible at times. Wyatt persisted, however, sometimes humping forward so fast he took her an inch off the bed, all just to break her clench.

The Pokemon tried to pant, like Wyatt was, but her mouth was full of Cameron's cock, so she couldn't. All she could do was breathe heavily through her nose, shuddering when he pushed in so far he felt her cervix. When Wyatt felt that hard ring the first time, he thought he'd hit bone, and it terrified him. However, the more his tip kissed it, the more he realized what it was.

That didn't terrify him.

It invigorated him. It made him squeeze her legs together, demanding she clench harder. He wanted to feel every inch of her walls, needed her pressure, her heat, her wetness to get off. The fact that he was going to fill her up in one of the most sacred, taboo places he could - her womb - made Wyatt whimper. He wondered what people would think of him, what they'd say, if they found out he'd ejaculated inside of a Pokemon's womb.

He let his nerves get to him.

Wyatt, frightened beyond all belief, the weight of the world suddenly crashing down upon him, pulled out, taking a few steps back as he panted. He looked at Braixen's pulsing, needy, dripping spade, the spade he'd been balls deep in, with shame. It felt good, sure, but he wasn't an animal... he didn't have the right to breed with anything with two legs and a pussy, and the fact that he was just now realizing this made the shame all that more debilitating.

"Someone's having regrets~" Cameron moaned in a sing-song voice.

"What am I doing..." Wyatt looked down at his throbbing erection.

"I know the feeling." With a sigh, Cameron gently pushed Braixen off of his shaft. His friend stood up, putting a hand on Wyatt's shoulder. Then, his fingers tightened, and he flung Wyatt down on the bed. "Sit up. Now."

"But... but..."

Before Wyatt could move, Cameron took his phone off the bedside table. His heart suddenly flopped as he heard the sound of a picture being taken. Cameron showed him the picture; Braixen panting, looking at him, her spade spread wide open, his cock glistening. Anyone who saw it, saw his dumbstruck face, would instantly condemn him.

"Sit. Up. Now." Wyatt obeyed, not uttering any objection. "Criss-cross. C'mon. Yup, there 'ya go."

Wyatt was now up against the wall, his shaft throbbing as Cameron looked at him. He looked at Braixen, apparently that was all the approval she needed. The next thing Wyatt knew, he had a Pokemon straddling his thighs, his tip poking against her hot spade. Once there, Braixen sat down on him moaning softly in his ear.

She was the one that did all the work this time. Wyatt felt his arms getting moved and, looking up, saw that it was Cameron. He placed one of his hands across Braixen's back and onto her shoulder, and the other one grabbing her waist. Thankfully, after that, Cameron backed off. Wyatt frowned at him, but couldn't maintain such an angry face for long, and began to get into it.

Any worries he had, whether they be about life, what he was doing, or how he was being watched, all seemed to fade away as Braixen gently bobbed up and down on him. He held her tight and close to him, even burying his face in her warm, furry head. She smelled, oddly enough, like cinnamon and fur; it was a nice smell.

The pleasure, this time around, wasn't as visceral and needy as it had been when he'd done her Poochyena style. She was in control of this, all he could do was thrust maybe an inch or two inside of her. If Braixen wanted to sink further down him, than it was her decision, not his. Wyatt moaned as he hugged her harder; he never knew how much he liked being treated like this.

Braixen's small hands hugged around him and held on as she bobbed up and down him. Her spade clenched around his shaft, beginning to squeeze as firmly as she could. Each time she plopped down on him, as far as she was willing to go, Wyatt couldn't help but whimper. There was just something about how she was textured, how she felt with each slide down.

Sure, a Pokemon he'd just met could never come close to what he had with Vaporeon, and was beginning to have with Charmander. But Braixen was coming pretty close to it based on how skilled she was able to ride him. Wyatt dug his nails into Braixen's soft fur; he didn't think he'd be able to cum this fast from anything.

"W-Where should I cum-cum?" Wyatt stammered, looking over at Cameron.

"Ask her." His friend said after a shrug.

He looked down at Braixen and was about to ask her when she put a finger to his lip. Wyatt couldn't help but blush as she reached up and gave him a small kiss on his mouth. It wasn't a long, romantic kiss like anything he'd shared with Vaporeon, just a simple, quick peck on his lips, more of a message than anything; You can cum in me, she seemed to say.

Wyatt gave a small whimper and buried his head in the crutch of her neck. Braixen put a hand on his head and stroked his hair, allowing him to thrust inside of her. He wasted no time, pushing himself in and out of her, his pleasure overriding his caution of not hurting her. Each demanding push was one of outright desire, he needed her more and more and more.

As Wyatt had expected, he didn't last much longer. With only a few more frantic pushes, the throes of his second orgasm overtook his body as Cameron and Charmander watched him empty what little he had in his balls into Braixen. He didn't expect much to leave him, but Wyatt didn't think that was the point of this. Holding her close, Wyatt breathed slowly. Something about her just felt right, felt wonderfully right. Her stroking his hair. His member inside of hers. The embrace he held her in.

"I need you to do me a favor." Cameron suddenly spoke up.

"Mmm?"

"Take her with you."

Wyatt frowned and looked up at him. Cameron joked around a lot, but the look on his face was deadly serious. He pulled away from Braixen and looked at her as well, she looked needy, giddy, even.

"N-no? She's yours." Wyatt gently picked her up and placed her somewhere else on the bed, and got up.

"Look, Braixen was bred for competition. It's something she needs in her life, and it's not something I can exactly offer to her, since I'm retired." Cameron pressed Wyatt as he got up and wiped himself off with the towel.

"But... She's... well, she's not exactly a common Pokemon." Wyatt couldn't deny that it would be interesting to have a third party member, especially one as strong as Braixen, but he couldn't possibly take her from Cameron.

"Braixen!" She suddenly spoke up.

Wyatt looked down at her; she'd since gotten up and was standing in front of him. She reached behind and grabbed the stick she kept in her tail, jabbing him in the thigh. It seemed as if she wasn't too happy with being told no. He looked at Cameron, who was all but pleading with him to take her.

"A... Are you sure?" Wyatt asked, squatting down and scritching behind Braixen's ears.

"I am."

"Not asking you." Wyatt grinned as he looked up at Cameron.

He turned back to Braixen, who nodded fiercely. With a heavy sigh, Wyatt got up and looked at Cameron. With a nod, he made his friend smile.

"I promise I'll visit as often as I can. You're sure I can take her?"

"Braix!" She poked him in the thigh again, causing Cameron to chuckle.

"It seems as if you don't have a choice now."

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