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There it is, I thought to myself. Jonquil City was finally in view! It was still a while away, but I could finally see it. The home of my first Gym battle. I had put a few victories under my belt and many hours of training during my trek, and I felt like a had a chance to win. Even if it wasn't a big chance, I had to try.

It had been a while since I caught Buizel. I haven't let him out since then. I was unsure of what he would do since I forcibly took him from his home. I decided that I had better bite the bullet and get it over with. I took hold of Buizel's pokeball and activated it. Buizel appeared in a flash of red light. He was facing away from me with his arms crossed. I sat down next to him and said, "Hi, my name's Ronan. How are you doing?"

He harumphed angrily and turned his head away from me.

"Please don't be like that, Buizel," I pleaded. "Can you at least talk to me?"

He turned to me and simply stated, "You abducted me, why?"

I was about to speak, but was surprised when I couldn't think of a good excuse. He had fumbled my mind by using the term 'abduct.' I hadn't thought of it that way. It had always been catching pokemon, never abduct. But I suppose to them, that is what we're doing. That one question gave me a whole new perspective on the idea of catching pokemon. The only thing I could muster to say was a simple, "I'm sorry."

"So you do understand me," he replied. "I had a feeling by the way Kecleon talked to you. But you didn't answer my question. Why did you abduct me?"

"I have no good excuse for you," I admitted. "I saw a chance to make an addition to my team, and I took it. I hadn't taken your feelings or opinions into consideration and I apologize. I hope you can forgive me for that."

He looked away, into the forest. "That section of the lake was the only place I had for myself; the only place I felt home. You took me away from that. Would you forgive someone who did that to you?"

"I can't give you an answer to that," I replied. "The place I grew up in never felt like a real home. It lacked an important aspect of a true home. My parents were hardly ever there. Without my parents there, it felt more like a place to sleep than a true home. That's one of the reasons why I decided to pokemon a trainer. I would get to get out of there, find my own way in this world. And along the way, I would be able to make many new friends with the pokemon I would catch." A long pause followed. I sat there awaiting his response.

After what felt like an hour, he finally responded, "I suppose that I could give this traveling thing a shot. What is it that you do?"

I was ecstatic that he agreed to come along with me. "I'm a pokemon trainer," I answered quickly. "I find and capture pokemon, and then I train them for battling."

Buizel gave a prideful smile. "You got lucky finding me then. I earned that section of the lake through blood and sweat. I'm an excellent fighter."

"And yet you lost to Kecleon," I teased playfully.

He turned to me and shook his fist angrily, "That Kecleon of yours fights dirty!"

"You were the one who attacked him while he wasn't looking," I reminded him.

"He should have been paying attention," he retorted. "The only reason he beat me was because he was using dirty tricks."

"Like what?"

"He was... stimulating me," Buizel admitted with a blush.

I burst out laughing. "Yeah, that sounds about right," I admitted.

"What?!" he exclaimed. "You know he does that?"

"Yeah, he's a bit of a cockslut," I replied.

"He's gay?" Buizel asked sounding astounded.

"Yeah, so are Charmander and I," I informed him. "It sounds like you haven't tried it yet, though. You should sometime. We're all willing, all you gotta do is ask."

Buizel looked a bit taken aback at my blunt invitation for sex, but he composed himself quickly. After a minute of thought Buizel replied, "I might consider it."

"Great," I replied. "Would you like to walk with me the rest of the way?"

He smiled at me. "Yeah, I could use a walk."

---

We arrived in Jonquil City about an hour later. During that time, he told me about his many battles and his fighting style. It seemed a bit like bragging to me, but I didn't mind. He was alone for so long and had no one to talk to; it was only natural for him to want to brag to somebody about his exploits. To me, it felt like it was his way of saying that he forgave me.

Our first stop was the pokemon center. I walked in and was immediately greeted by Nurse Joy, "Hello, how may I help you?"

"Hi," I replied. "Could you give my pokemon an examination? I want to make sure that they're in top form."

"I'd be happy to," she said. I recalled Buizel into his ball, and handed her all of my pokemon. "Feel free to relax in the lobby while you wait."

I immediately went over and sat down on one of the couches. I decided that now would be a good time to check in with my parents, so I fished out my pokegear from my bag and accessed the phone function. I dialed in their number. Not long after I heard my father pick of the phone and say, "Hello?"

"Hey Dad, it's me," I replied.

"Hey Ronan, what's up?" It sounded kind of forced; I could tell that he was a bit stressed from his work.

"I thought that I would check up with you," I answered, "but if you're busy..."

"No, no, no," he replied trying to sound more relaxed, "I can spare some time. I could use a break from my staff anyways. How's life on the road?"

"It's great!" I answered, happy that he could talk. "I met up with Professor Oak about a week ago; I chose Charmander as my starter pokemon."

"That seems fitting," he said happily.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Well," he began, "you've always seemed to have a sort of spark in your eyes. They always seemed so full of passion and inspiration. I had hoped that your spark would evolve into creating technology with your mother and me. It was just a father's wishful thinking. I suppose that all parents hope their children would grow up to be like them. But if your passion is for pokemon, then I'm glad you found it, and I'll back you one hundred percent."

A tear rolled down my cheek. He had never said anything like that to me before. It struck me deep in my heart to heart that he approved of my lifestyle. "Th-thanks, Dad," I choked out. I pulled myself together quickly though. I didn't have a lot of time to talk to him. "So, anyway, I already have captured two more pokemon on my way to Jonquil."

"That's great news," he replied happily. "Which ones are they."

"I caught a Kecleon first, and then I got a Buizel!" I excitedly informed him.

"Speaking of which," he interjected, "how are those prototype pokeballs working for you?"

"They're working fine," I replied. "What should I watch out for?"

"You know I can't tell you that," he replied. "This is supposed to be a blind test. Otherwise it might just be that you expand the aspects of your pokemon that we expect to expand just because you expect the results. Now, any findings?"

"Um, Charmander seemed to be a bit advanced in his skill level for just starting out," I informed him. I could hear the sound of scribbling on the other side of the pokegear.

"Anything else?" he pressed.

"Well, Buizel did seem to get over being forcibly caught pretty well," I answered. "He's a fighter and had earned himself a part of a lake. After a small talk with him, he said that he wouldn't mind staying with us."

"Got it," he replied. "Is that it?"

"No more on the pokeballs, but I found a bug with the translators," I said.

"Really? I thought we had perfected those."

"I'm not really surprised that it didn't show up in the testing," I continued. "It works perfectly fine for caught pokemon, but it has no effect with wild ones. It's no problem for breeders, but for trainers, it would be a nice feature to be able to communicate with wild pokemon. It would make things a lot easier in case we need to try and calm down some angry pokemon. It's hard enough for us to try and communicate with our own pokemon without the translator, let alone wild ones who have no reason to listen."

"Thanks for the report, Ronan," he said. "I'll get my guys right on that problem. They're not gonna like having a wild pokemon around for preliminary testing."

"I would recommend an eevee for preliminary testing," I suggested. "They have no long ranged attacks that could do any damage. Plus they're adorable."

"I'll keep that in mind," he chuckled. "I really should be getting back to work though."

"Tell Mom I said hi, 'kay?"

"Will do. Love you, kid."

"Love you, too, Dad." I heard a click indicating that he had hung up. I shut down my pokegear and put it back into my bag. I didn't have to wait much longer until Nurse Joy returned.

She walked up to me and handed me my pokemon. She then informed me, "Your Charmander and Kecleon are just fine, but your Buizel seems a little malnourished." I could feel the blood drain from my face. I had been so worried about how he would react to me, that I had forgotten to feed him! Luckily, Nurse Joy didn't seem to notice my paleness. "What do you feed your pokemon? I only ask because sometimes trainers don't give their pokemon's diets enough attention."

I immediately stood up "Uh- well, I- uh," I began to stutter. I quickly regained my composure. "I'm actually just starting out. As soon as I got Charmander from Professor Oak in Pallet Town, I went to the market and bought a bunch of fresh food. I've been using them along with fresh picked berries as ingredients for stews and soups. It's not impressive, but they seem to like it."

"You do know that they make special pokemon food, don't you?" she asked.

"Yeah, I do," I responded. "I know it's recommended that trainers use it, but I thought that they might enjoy freshly cooked food better."

She smiled happily. "How kind of you," she said. "You should still feed them some of the pokemon food with their meals, though. They contain special nutrients that help them grow stronger. There's a supermarket that sells some just down the street."

"Thanks," I said. "Do you think we could get some food and lodging here? I want my team to be well-fed and well-rested for our gym match tomorrow."

"Of course," she replied. "Chancy!" A large pink, egg-shaped pokemon bounded out from the back room. "This trainer would like some food for him and his pokemon."

"I'll get right on it!" the Chancy chirped excitedly. She grabbed my hand and guided me towards the cafeteria. She pointed towards a booth and I took my seat. She then bounded for the kitchen. I released all my pokemon so that they could eat, too. Buizel hopped next to me, while Charmander and Kecleon sat on the other side of the table.

"Biuzel," I said, "this is Charmander, my other pokemon."

"Hi!" Charmander greeted eagerly. "It's nice to meet you."

Buizel nodded and replied, "Nice to meet you, too."

"I heard that it was quite a battle between you and Kecleon," Charmander commented.

Buizel glared at Kecleon. "I would have beat him, but he plays dirty!" Kecleon replied by simply licking his lips and giving him a wink. Buizel blushed heavily.

"Buizel has decided to join us," I announced. "I expect you both to treat him with kindness and respect." I leaned over the table and, in a hushed tone, continued, "That means no forcing him to do anything he doesn't want to. You especially, Kecleon."

With false innocence, Kecleon asked, "Whatever do you mean by that? I never do anything naughty."

"I mean it, Kecleon. If you cross any line, then I'll take away your privileges for a month."

He gulped. "I'll be good," he replied hastily.

It was then when Chancy returned with the food. She served us each a traditional Kanto meal: tempura, udon and rice balls. "Thank you," I said to the Chancy. (Note: Tempura and udon are japanese dishes sometimes served together. Tempura is fried seafood, and udon is a dish of thick noodles sometimes served with fried tofu, Tempura and/or mountain vegetables)

"You're welcome," she replied happily, and then left.

We all ate hastily, without saying a word. We were so hungry, especially Buizel. I offered him one of my rice balls, which he eagerly accepted. The food was delicious. After we finished eating, we decided that it would be best if we went to bed despite the fact that it was only eight at night. It would allow us all to get some extra sleep. I went over to Nurse Joy and asked her where we could sleep. She showed us to our room and then went back to the front desk. The room was fairly simple. There were two bunk beds, a writing desk and a computer. Charmander and Kecleon immediately scampered into the bunkbed on the left, with Charmander on the bottom and Kecleon on the top.

"Would you like to sleep on the top or the bottom?" I asked Buizel.

He looked up at me nervously. "I miss my lake," he said suddenly. I was a bit surprised at his sudden declaration. I studied his face. He didn't look like he wanted to leave. He just looked scared.

"Would you feel better if we shared a bed?" I asked him. He nodded slowly. I could hear Kecleon giggling and immediately shot him a glare. He immediately stopped.

I got into the lower bunk and opened the covers for him. He jumped onto the bed and lay underneath the covers with his back to me. I gently stroked his side, hoping that it would help him calm down. After a while, it seemed to begin working. I felt his breathing begin to slow down and then settle into a steady rhythm. It wasn't long before I too fell into a restful sleep.

---

It was the next day. I had just arrived at the Jonquil gym. I wouldn't exactly call it a gym though. It was basically just a large expanse of open space with the battlefield, a few trees, and a small cottage in one corner of the land. If it hadn't been for the archway with the sign that stated that it was a gym, I wouldn't have even given it a second glance.

I walked up to the gym leader, a tall, slim man with short red hair who was facing away from me. He was instructing his pokemon, all flying types, through complex aerial maneuvers. I called out, "My name is Ronan, and I'm here to challenge you to a gym battle."

Immediately all his pokemon recalled to their pokeballs without even a command. He turned his head and looked at me out of the corner of his eye. A sly smile crossed his face. "Well, I hope you're a challenge," he replied in a lofty voice, "I haven't had a good battle in months. My name is Ace, the leader of this gym, and I gladly accept your challenge. Ref!"

A woman, fairly short with long brown hair and glasses, rushed out of the cottage and to the center of the field. Ace and I both took our positions too. "This will be three-on-three match between Ace, the gym leader and the challenger. Only the challenger will be allowed to substitute pokemon. Begin!"

Ace threw out a pokeball and declared, "Noctowl, take flight!" A healthy-looking Noctowl appeared and flew up into the sky.

"Okay, Buizel, show me what you got!" I exclaimed. Buizel appeared in the middle of the field with a fierce look in his eyes.

"Time to fight!" he exclaimed.

"You can make the first move, Ronan," Ace offered.

I nodded appreciativeley. "Let's start this off with a sonic boom!" Buizel jumped into the air and did a flip, swinging his tails. Large crescent shaped waves of energy expelled themselves from his tail and headed straight for Noctowl.

"Descend, and counter with aerial ace!" Noctowl swooped around the sonic boom, and flew directly into Buizel sending him flying backwards.

"Shake it off, and use water gun!" Buizel jumped to his feet and shot off a stream of water.

"Evade!" Despite Noctowl's best attempt, buizel managed to get a direct hit as if he had a laser-guided targeting system. Off balance and slightly dazed, Noctowl fell to the ground hard.

"Now's your chance, Buizel. Quick attack!" With lightning speed, Buizel drove himself roughly into the fallen avian. "Now finish it off with sonic boom!"

"Confusion, now!" Noctowl's eyes glowed purple along with Buizel's body. Buizel sent out a sonic boom attack, but it redirected back at him.

I quickly brought out his pokeball. "Return!" Buizel was recalled to his pokeball. I knew that returning him would ease his confusion. I had every intention of bringing him back out later, but a quick rest would do him some good. "Game on! Kecleon!" Kecleon came out with a fierce look in his eyes.

"Let's do this!" he exclaimed. Without my order, he attacked. A light-purple beam streamlined from his head directly to the Noctowl. Noctowl fell to the ground, but this time it didn't get up.

"Noctowl is unable to battle," the ref declared.

"Return, Noctowl. You did well." Noctowl was recalled into its pokeball. "Take flight, Fearow! Use pluck!" Fearow's beak glowed white as it quickly dashed into Kecleon.

"You okay?" I asked concerned. It had looked like it had really hurt.

"I'll be fine," he replied.

"Good, now disappear." Kecleon's body, save his red zigzag, became camoflaged.

"Nice try, but it won't work. Aerial ace!" Fearow quickly dove again and rammed into an unsuspecting Kecleon. I lost track of his stripe until I saw his dusty landing. "Fearow has incredible eyesight. It can easily keep track of your Kecleon's stripe."

Kecleon slowly stood up. "Fine then, use wrap!" Kecleon's tongue dashed out and wrapped itself around Fearow. "Now bring it down." Kecleon slammed Fearow into the ground.

"Use leer!" Fearow's eyes glowed red and gave a frightening glare. Kecleon, affected by the attack, loosened his tongue just enough for Fearow to escape. "Now finish it with fury attack!" Fearow flew in and repeated pecked at Kecleon. It was all that was necessary to cause him to pass out.

"Kecleon is unable to battle," the ref declared.

"Make me proud, Charmander!" Charmander appeared halfway to the center of the field.

"Ready to go!" he cried out.

"Ember!" Charmander shot out his flames which managed to hit Fearow.

"Is that it? Fearow, crush this puny lizard with steel wing!" Fearow's wing turned rigid and it came swooping low.

"Who are you calling puny!" Charmander exclaimed outraged. His eyes turned white and his tail's flame grew very large. A large ball of fire formed in his mouth and he shot it directly into the oncoming avian. Fearow crashed into the ground right in front of Charmander, burnt extra-crispy.

"Now that's what I call a dragon rage!" I exclaimed excitedly. We had been trying to train him to use it, but he never had gotten even close to emitting that kind of power before.

"Hmph. Fine, I underestimated it. I won't make that mistake again. Swellow, take flight and use double team!" As soon as Swellow came out there were about a dozen of them surrounding Charmander.

"You know how to deal with this," I reminded Charmander. Charmander closed his eyes and focused. We stood at an impasse, waiting for the other to make a move for a full minute.

"Fine! Go now, Swellow!" Swellow came out from behind one of the trees and darted for Charmander. Charmander countered by using another dragon rage. Swellow, however, simply evaded it before slamming into Charmander and sending him flying. Charmander landed on the other side of the field. Hard.

"Charmander! Are you okay?" I asked concerned.

Charmander slowly stood up, faltering a bit. He nodded slowly.

"Okay. Let's take back this battle with an ember attack, wide-spread!" Charmander let out a large flurry of embers from his mouth.

"Evade!" Swellow attempted to drop downwards, but Charmander had made sure that the embers encompassed his entire flight space. It lowed the amount of damage dealt, but it ensured a hit.

Ace growled a little in frustration. "Take it out with air slash!" Swellow raised its wings, which were glowing, and large discs of energy flew out of them.

"Evade!" Charmander tried his best, but was unable to evade the attack. He fell to the ground unconscious. I quickly returned him.

"Charmander has been defeated," the ref said. "The victory goes to-"

"Hold up!" I exclaimed. "Buizel still has some fight left in him. We're gonna win this one, right buddy?" Buizel came out to the battlefield, appearing ready to continue his battle.

"That's right!" exclaiemd Buizel.

"My mistake then," the ref apologized. "Continue the battle."

"It won't change the outcome," Ace taunted arrogantly. "Air slash!" Swellow sent out another wave of its discs.

"Counter with sonic boom!" Buizel sent out his crescent-shaped attack which met the air slash with a small explosion from the combining forces. "Now use water gun!" The water gun struck its mark before Ace could even order an evasion.

"Aerial ace!" Swellow began its descent.

"Send it off-course with another water gun!" Buizel attempted to use his water gun, but something unexpected happened. Instead of water gun it was an ice beam attack. The ice beam made a direct hit and froze the bird solid. I could see the utter surprise on Ace's face, and I'm sure he could see the same on mine. I had never even heard of a buizel using ice beam before.

"Uh - Swellow has been defeated," the ref said somewhat shocked. "The victory goes to Ronan."

I ran up to Buizel and hugged him from behind. "Great job!" I exclaimed proudly. "That was incredible!"

Ace walked up to me. "That's quite a team you have there," he complimented. "Your Charmander's dragon rage is quite powerful, and you have quite a unique Buizel. It's not common for them to know ice beam without using special equipment to teach them."

"Thank you," I said gratefully. "They are very special to me."

"I'm proud to present you with this sky badge." He handed me the badge. It was white and shaped like a cloud. "Good luck with your travels, Ronan."

"Thank you," I said again, "and be sure to keep all the weaklings out of the pokemon league for me, 'kay? I want a real challenge when I get there."

He laughed. "I'll do that."

---

I was back at the pokemon center. I decided to stay a few more nights while Charmander and Kecleon recovered. Buizel didn't need much medical attention, but Kecleon had some deep cuts and Charmander had a few bruised ribs. Luckily pokemon heal much quicker than humans or else I would be worried. While they were resting, Buizel and I were out training (of course, I had made sure if it was okay with them if I left them there first.) I was quite intrigued by Buizel's ability to use ice beam and repeatedly had him practice is.

It was night and I was just about to get to sleep when Buizel spoke from the other bed. "I'm really glad that I decided to stay with you."

I smiled. "So am I," I told him. "I couldn't have won against the gym leader without you. And you're a real nice pokemon to hang around with."

I heard the springs of Buizel's mattress squeak. I looked over and saw him standing next to my bed. "Did you want to sleep in the bed with me again?" I asked.

"I've been thinking about your offer," he said ignoring my question. "The one you spoke of during our first conversation."

I sat up, interested in what he had to say. "Yeah," I replied waiting for him to continue.

"I decided to accept it," he informed me with a grin. "But we do it my way, got it?"

"Whatever you want," I said glad that he agreed. "I just want to make my team happy." I quickly pulled off my shorts, the only article of clothing that I had on me at the time, and removed the covers from the bed. "So how does my sexy Buizel want it?" I asked seductively.

He jumped onto the bed and stood in front of me. I could see his cock beginning to poke out of his sheath. "Suck it," he commanded. "You're gonna want it nice and slick when I pound your ass." I found his domineering tone quite refreshing. With Charmander accepting everything I requested and never asserting his opinions, and Kecleon - although assertive - only ever wanting to bottom, it was quite nice having a pokemon with a different personality in bed with me. Not to mention that it was ironic seeing a cute fuzzball being dominant.

I leaned over and gently licked the tip of his member, intent on teasin him to the fullest. I found that he had quite a tasty cock. By the eager moan, I presumed that it had been a while since he had last fucked. I gave another gentle lap which, in turn, earned another moan. As more of his cock emerged from his sheath, I began making longer, slower licks. It wasn't until he was at full length - a full five inches - did I really begin to make it agonizingly slow. He must have realized that I intended to torment him as long as possible with my tongue because he grabbed my head and rammed his cock into my mouth.

"I said 'suck it' not 'lick it,'" he said dominantly as he thrust roughly into the back of my throat. "Listen better next time and maybe I'll be gentler." I wasn't complaining though. As good as it feels being on the giving side, I like to be taken too. Charmander will top me if asked, but he had never been as aggressive as Buizel. It was so new and exhilerating. All I could do was let him face-fuck me and enjoy it. Every powerful thrust sent his package into my throat. It took me a second to realize that I had been deep-throating him. I hardly felt my gag reflex at all.

Suddenly he pulled out leaving my mouth with only the memory of his tasty cock. "Aww," I complained pouting. "I was really getting into it."

"Well now it's going to get into you," he retorted with a sly grin. "Now show me that ass." Without hesitation, I turned around and presented myself to him. He made a sexy growl. "Man that is one hot ass you got there."

I blushed a little. No one had ever complimented my butt before. "Thanks," I replied. "How would you like to take me?"

"Lie flat on your stomach," he ordered. I swiftly obeyed. I was completely flat, with my cock rubbing between my belly and the sheets. I heard Buizel growl dominantly as he mounted me. His warm fur felt so nice against my back; it was so soft and fluffy. His cock prodded teasingly against my pucker. I could feel pre seeping from his cock onto my ass. "Beg for it."

"What?" I asked a bit stunned. I found his request as a bit unusual.

He slapped my ass hard which elicted a small gasp from me. "Beg for it," he repeated his demand harshly.

I was not used to begging for the satisfaction of others, but if that was what he wanted who was I to deny him. In my most lustful voice, I whispered, "Please fuck me. I lust for your cock. Breed me like a pokemon in heat." He roughly grabbed me by the hips. I felt his claws scratch me a little, but it was superficial and actually felt mildly sensual. He realigned his cock, and with one thrust he hilted me. I quickly shoved a pillow into my mouth to stifle my groan of both pain and immense pleasure.

"That's it, bitch!" he exclaimed as he continued his rough thrusting. "Moan for me." I gave another long and lust-filled moan. Charmander had never been this rough with me, and it was fantastic. Sure there was pain, but it was completely overshadowed by the raw pleasure. Every thrust his cock would ram into my prostate and send a surge of pleasure throughout my entire body. I felt his balls slap against mine everytime our hips collided.

"Harder," I begged, this time of my own accord. "Please, fuck me harder. I need it bad."

I couldn't see him, but I could tell he had his coy grin on. "Well," he replied, "since you asked so nicely." He kicked it into high-gear. Not only did he increase his power but also his speed. I could feel our hips pound together rapidly; his balls continually smacked into mine. The pleasure was exquisite. The lewd schlicking of his member gliding in and out of my ass and his moans of satisfaction were music to my ears.

"I'm getting close," he warned me. "Does the little bitch want my cum?"

"Ohhh, please cum in me," I moaned. "I want to feel your warm seed in my ass!" Buizel's thrusting became erratic

"Here you go, bitch!" I felt spray after spray of warm fluid fill up my bowels. I lost track of how long it lasted, but it above the norm. By the time he finished I felt full. Buizel withdrew his cock with a lewd pop. I rolled over onto my back tired and sore. My still-erect dick throbbed for attention.

"Mind helping me out with this?" I asked indicating my need for release.

Buizel sighed. "Fine," he replied, "but I'm not putting it inside me." He grabbed my cock and began to masturabe me rapidly. His warm, furry hands were a wonderfully new sensation on my cock. It was so exotic. It didn't take him long to get me to blow my load. My body was stiff with pleasure. I felt the streams of semen land on my chest; Buizel decided that he wanted to see me covered in my own cum. I gave him an exasperated look which he responded to with a smug smirk.

"Could you at least get me that box of tissues?" I asked irritatedly, referring to the tissues on the desk. Buizel complied. He jumped onto the desk and threw the box to me. I quickly grabbed a bunch and blotted the cum off me. I did the same with my butt. I found that a lot of the cum had leaked out and soiled the sheets. "Great. What are we gonna do about this?"

"Get up," Buizel ordered. "I have an idea." I got out of the bed. Without warning, Buizel soaked the bed with a water gun attack.

"Why the hell'd you do that?" I asked upset. "You just made it worse."

"No," he replied. "I just decided to wake my trainer up with a water gun attack." He smiled deviously.

I nodded. "That's clever," I admitted, "but you will have to do it again in the worning to make it believable."

"That's fine with me," he said hopping into the adjaent bed, "but right now I want to sleep." He patted the spot next to him. I climbed in and draped my arm around him.

"Goodnight, Buizel," I said sleepily.

"Goodnight, bitch," he replied cheekily.