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Quilava cracked open her eyes slowly, being greeted by a blinding whitish yellow glare that forced her to keep them most of the way closed just to see. She shielded her face with a paw so she could make out what the light was, and was greeted with the well-worn dirt of a road. The sight got her to bolt up immediately; she had a very bad feeling about this as she did a full three-sixty just to make sure she was seeing everything correctly.

She recognized where she was, it was the very route where those Team Plasma grunts had ambushed them! Her head glanced skyward in a flash, breathing a relieved sigh as she saw the overhanging cliff wasn't falling or about to crush her. Still, better safe than sorry, she walked forward until its shadow was no longer over her, beginning to wonder how she was back here of all places. Had she just dreamt all of it? But if so, where was everybody?

She looked behind herself and almost jumped in surprise when she noticed Jake and the rest of the team were just standing behind her, even though she was sure she had looked behind her when she had woken up.

"Hey guys, w-" She began to greet them when a loud boom rang out overhead, Shaking the ground and making Quilava jump and look up with horror.

The cliff was coming down.

"Everyone, get over here!" She shouted to them, eyes keenly focused on the falling rocks in case the Plasma idiots tried to come down the cliff again. But out of the corner of her eye she didn't see Jake or any of the team even move an inch, prying her attention to them. Had they not heard her? No, her voice had been easily heard, yet none of them even looked like they heard her nor the loud explosion.

She still had enough time to get them all to safety herself though! She began to run towards them when one of her hind legs got snagged on something that made her wince in pain. She looked back and saw that a thorny vine had uprooted from the ground and was coiling up her leg tightly, a kick against it only sinking its barbs further into her flesh and forcing a pained yelp from the pokémon. She opened her mouth and spat a few embers at the vine, yet the attacks merely bounced off the vine and made it dig deeper into her flank. She was stuck while a rain of boulders was still coming down towards her friends, her family.

She ignored the searing pain in her leg and turned back towards everyone, eyes full of terror and fear beyond her imagination. "Jake, Grovyle, Everyone, please for the love of Arceus move!" She pleaded, scratching the ground in a feeble attempt to get them to even acknowledge her existence at all. But they didn't, staying exactly where they were as all of them disappeared beneath a hail of boulders and rocks. The sounds of stone grinding on stone was accompanied by the fire-type's howling and screaming, tugging on the vine with no more care for her health.

A giant stone bounced off another that had entombed Jake and the others, crushing pebbles on the ground as it rolled towards Quilava. Her vision filled with its merciless grey visage, giving her far too much time to scream in terror...

Quilava flung several pillows off the bed as she shot up in an icy sweat, her heart racing like gunfire in her chest harder than ever. She stared wide-eyed at the blanket underneath her, shaking like a leaf in the wind and brimming with stress-induced flames pouring from the back of her head and the bottom of her back. Her thankfulness that the bed was fireproof and that everyone was still asleep didn't hold a candle to the maelstrom of terrible emotions swirling within her right now. She forced her flames to die down, paws covering her eyes to try and hold back the impending tears along with her uncontrollable shaking.

That nightmare had felt too real for her, the pain in her leg still present as it faded from existence like a bad burn. She failed to control her tears and wept into her paws as quietly as she could, cowering in a ball with a choked throat. Just as she sniveled a soft hand touched her head, making her flinch and remove her hands to see who had touched her. She looked up in surprise to see Pichu was very much awake, which only furthered the problem of having seen her so recently crushed under a mound of stone.

The electric-type didn't say a single word, yet in the paling light of Quilava's flames she could see a sea of bottomless sympathy in her eyes. Pichu leaned down and pulled Quilava into her arms, squeezing her tightly, knowing that look she could see in the terrified pokémon's gaze, the shaking of her body a familiar feeling. Pichu rubbed her head and waited for her shaking to contain itself, her crying following suit soon after. Quilava sniffled again, feeling at least a hair better in her friend's comforting arms.

"I-I'm sor-" She began to apologize only for Pichu to shush her with a finger, her other hand hugging her even tighter.

"I know." was all she had to say for Quilava to stop entirely. "I know that horror." She continued, setting Quilava onto the bed and huddling up beside her face-to-face. Unlike all the merry times she and Pichu had during their days together, when she looked at the pokémon now, she saw only a sad and empty husk of a pokémon lying next to her.

Quilava wiped the tears off her face. "W-what do you mean?" She asked, realizing it was the worst question she could ask then and there. Pichu's ears and expression both sagged further, her eyes shifting away.

"I don't want to talk about it." Quilava was in no place to argue against her, too shaken by her own nightmare to even try and go back to sleep. A silent moment passed before Quilava even wanted to try and speak, her eyelids starting to feel heavy.

"W-would you mind staying up with me?" Quilava asked wearily.

"I don't mind at all Quil." Was Pichu's reply, taking her hand into Quilava's to reassure her. The fire-type didn't check the clock to see what time they been had woken up, but it felt like a long time before the first crack of sunlight shined through the window. Jake and Grovyle woke up around the same time, crawling out from under their blanket after last night's obvious session together.

"Thank you." Quilava whispered tiredly to Pichu, uncurling her arms around her to sit up. She wobbled in place, beyond exhausted from her lack of sleep and silently apologizing for taking it for granted all her life. At that time Tirtouga crawled out of his two-pillow tent and opened his beak wide in a long yawn.

"Morning everyone." He greeted, using his flippers to push himself out of his minimalist pillow fort, which crumbled without his support.

"Good morning as well." Jake said, climbing out of bed to head off to the bathroom for his morning routine. He wobbled as he walked, making Grovyle speed up in getting out of bed as well to help him along. Quilava's head slowly dipped down as her eyelids began to flutter close until she realized she was falling asleep and jolted up. She rubbed her eyes, almost whimpering aloud in her miserable state.

"Did you get enough sleep Quilava? You look exhausted." Tirtouga asked with concern. Quilava nodded, rubbing her eyes again to try and wake herself up in some way.

"Y-yea, just had trouble getting some sleep for some reason." She hadn't lied necessarily, just gave half of the truth. She had to find a better way to stay awake, not wanting to make everyone else fret over her. She could get over it on her own, no big deal at all. Quilava hopped off the bed and walked on all fours, tipping forward slightly every so often as her drowsiness threatened to take hold. Stumbling over to the mini-fridge by the room's only dresser, she pawed the door open after bumping her head against it.

If she could just drink something cold she could easily jolt herself awake!

She grabbed a half-full water bottle and unscrewed the lid, almost spilling it in another moment of fading consciousness. She guzzled the icy water as quick as she could, eyes opening a little wider as it did exactly what she wanted. She tossed the bottle and its accompanied cap into the trash closest to her and shook her head, still feeling sluggish. Jake stepped out of the bathroom, brushing his lengthy hair and wincing as it snagged on a knot.

"I need a haircut." He commented, glancing over to Quilava. "Hey, what town did we end up in after I got rescued?"

"Et... Eterna City." She stammered, grabbing another bottle of water to down. Against all her hopes, Jake clearly noticed something was off with her.

"You feeling alright?" Quilava nodded in response, lifting the bottle up to drink a little faster and give her an excuse not to give away her situation to him. He squinted, not taking her bluff. "You're lying." Quilava hurriedly finished the bottle and tossed it towards the bin, missing slightly as it bounced off the rim and rolled along the floor. She gave an "Ah" of satisfaction as she pumped herself up.

"Just didn't get much sleep last night."

Jake nodded, more satisfied with that answer. "Did something happen?"

"No, just couldn't get comfortable." She said with a shake of her head. Before Jake could press any further, Grovyle stepped out of the bathroom and shimmied past Jake, tapping him on the shoulder to grab his attention.

"Since you're feeling better, it would be a good idea to go outside for a change of scenery." Grovyle stated, walking over to his end of their bed and bending down to grab something.

"That'd be great, got anything in mind?"

"What about the pool we saw yesterday, over by those statues?" Tirtouga chimed excitedly, raising a flipper. Grovyle looked to Pichu and Quilava for any other suggestions, but they shrugged. The fire-type was more than for it, hoping the cold water could keep her up and energetic for a while longer, maybe the entire day.

"Pool it is then." Grovyle stated, lifting what he was bending down to grab: Jake's backpack. The trainer walked over to the bed, thankfully seeming to forget about Quilava's obviously exhausted state. She kicked herself mentally for letting her needs get to her in front of everyone, jumping onto the bed and seating herself on the edge.

"Can we stop someplace for breakfast beforehand? I'm starving." She asked.

"Sure, I just need to check how much money I've got. Don't want to go overboard." Grovyle slid Jake's bag over to him, who stopped it with his hand and began to rummage for his Pokédex. As he was pulling it out, he remembered that it had been broken during the fall down the tunnel, making his shoulders sag as he flipped it open to see how it was holding up. He gave an "Oh." as both screens were perfectly intact, brow furrowing in confusion as he flipped the handheld device around to make sure it was even his. The case was still scuffed and scratched from the fall, so it had to be his.

"Oh, Dawn had it fixed while you were still out like a light." Grovyle commented when he noticed Jake's confusion.

"Guess I'll have to thank her... and probably repay her." Jake said glumly, not knowing the price of having a Pokédex repaired. He navigated the menus until he reached his profile, seeing he still had a balance of around twenty thousand Pokémon Dollars to his name, which was more than enough to get something decent to eat for the whole team, although he didn't remember what the it used to be.

"Breakfast should be good, plus we can stay here another day or two so we can take on the gym." he stated, closing his Pokédex and setting it on the bed. Everyone milled about while Jake figured out what to wear to the pool, Pichu and Quilava oddly uninterested in their usual morning play time like every other day.

Since Jake was sufficiently distracted, Grovyle walked over to Quilava, who was still fighting to not nod off and fall off the edge of the bed. "Alright Quilava, what happened? You aren't your usual self today, and I'm not talking about being sleepy." He whispered into her ear, giving her a stern look to make it very clear he wasn't willing to take any of her excuses like earlier.

"I'm ju-just... tired, that's all." Grovyle sat next to her and leaned in close.

"We've been together for a long time Quilava, you don't lie very often and you're not very good at it." He berated, lifting her head up with his hand as soon as it drooped down, tilting it so they met eye-to-eye. "You can trust us, we're your friends." He ruffled the fur on her head with his other hand and offered a smile to reassure her he wanted only the best for the fire-type. Her gaze quivered and shined, leaning into his hand as she blinked away a possible tear.

"I do trust you all, but I can handle myself just fine." He grumbled, shutting her eyes for a moment.

"But you're still trying to dodge the question Quilava; I'll keep quiet if you just let me know what's got you so high strung." the grass-type kept prying, more tenacious than Quilava could fight against in her tired state. She finally caved with a sigh of annoyance, opening her eyes and glancing up at him.

"I-i had a nightmare last night, couldn't get anymore sleep because of it." She admitted painfully. She didn't want to even think about what she saw, yet every moment kept dragging her through the entire sequence again and again.

"I'm... sorry for nosing in so hard, can you say what it was about?" Grovyle said, his smile dropping entirely.

"It was about that ambush on the road, but... I don't want to think about it." She muttered back. Grovyle hugged Quilava to his side, squeezing her against him tightly.

"Its fine, I understand what you must be going through."

"What do you mean?" She looked up to him, seeing him shrug and turn to look at Jake.

"I had one a couple days ago. Got the better of me, but I kept it together so none of you shared it. Guess it didn't work though." He whispered just loud enough for her to hear, turning to look away when Jake glanced in their direction. Their conversation died there in silence, both not wanting to continue it any further.

"Alright, I'm ready!" Jake stated aloud. Grovyle and looked over to their trainer, clad in a thin blue shirt and a pair of brightly colored shorts none of them had known he owned until now. He slid his Pokédex into one of its pockets and adjusted his belt before continuing: "We'll have to pick up towels on the way. Who wants to stay in their pokéballs and who wants to walk?"

Pichu raised a paw. "I'm still a little tired, so I'll get some sleep one the way there." Grovyle gave Quilava a look of concern, his gaze glossing over the gradually forming rings around her eyes before elbowing her lightly.

"I-I'd like to get some more sleep as well, if th-that's okay." She stated quietly, weakly lifting her hand into the air.

"It's perfectly fine, get some rest you two." Jake plucked their corresponding pokéballs and returning the two pokémon to them with a tap of the buttons. Now it was only Tirtouga and Grovyle out, which brought one final question to answer:

"Who's carrying the turtle all the way to the pool?"

Grovyle glanced over to Tirtouga, who smiled innocently back, then placed a hand on his forehead. "I'll do it." The fire-type scooted over the bed towards him, raising his flippers happily for Grovyle to lift him up. "Augh, you weight too much." The grass-type commented with a grunt, adjusting his grip so he wasn't burning his claws on the fiery crags in his shell.

"At least I'm not overheating yet, and I don't get to go out as often as you!" Tirtouga retorted, huddling into his shell so he didn't get caught on something. Jake opened the door for Grovyle, scooping up a room key on his way out before shutting the door behind him...

Inside her pokéball, Quilava sat amidst a bed of pillows in the only clearing of the forest. She rested her head against the fluffy white cloth, letting sleep finally win the battle against her. This was her favorite spot to sleep aside from Jake's hood, but that option was completely out of the question thanks to evolved form. She shut her eyes, breathing in the cool air slowly as she fell asleep. There wasn't any indication as to how long she had slept, but when she woke up, she felt far more energetic and much better. She opened her eyes and was met with complete blackness, a terrible first sight to wake up to. Quilava stood in up the pitch black just as quickly as when she first "awoke" in her nightmare. All it took was a huff to ignite her back and provide some light in the darkness, which turned out to be the opposite of a good idea.

Firstly, Quilava felt much shorter than normal, and as she attempted to stand on her hind legs she almost immediately fell backwards. She glanced down at herself and saw that she was much shorter than before because she was a Cyndaquil again! Her shock of being in her old form came short as she looked up and figured out where she was with one take.

The already terrible feeling in her gut soured as her eyes took in the stacks of half-gnawed wooden crates littered with splinters, the flickering glow of the lengthy fluorescent bulbs on the grey cement ceiling offering almost no light at all. Quilava's breathing lost its beat as she stared at the basement of the Pokémart with stricken fear. It was here that she failed to protect her trainer so early on in their adventure, scarring him forever thanks to her failings.

She whipped her head one way and back again with a wide-eyed expression, the fire on her back dwindling as she began to panic. Suddenly a loud creak behind her made the pokémon jump in terror and spin about, a blinding white light pouring from a doorway up the decrepit set of stairs that lead down to this abysmal place.

Quilava tensed, her instincts ready to fry whatever terror was about to come down at her when a silhouette of a human stepped into view and disarmed her entirely. She hesitated, the sight of Jake bringing forth a brief respite of hope in her sea of despair. So naturally another noise sought to dash that hope like a fly in a windshield: the sound of crunching wood.

She didn't need to turn around to know what was behind her, her fear turning to blind rage like a switch had been flipped within her. This time she would protect Jake no matter what! She gritted her teeth and ignited her back to its fullest potential, blazing an inferno that lit the room like a sun had been flipped on in the cramped basement.

The fire-type spun around and shot a blast of embers from her mouth at the first targets she spotted, a collection of shadowy figures with glimmering red eyes that honed on her like lasers. The flaming bullets sunk into their blackened forms like seeds, sizzling as they disappeared into them. Quilava shouted with anger, opening her jaw as far as she could and shooting a gout of roaring flames at everything in front of her, feeding all her energy into the roaring heat pouring between her rows of teeth.

The shadows screeched as they were vaporized in a flash of fiery hate, their attacker panting for breath as her flamethrower move tapered off. When the flames cleared, there was only one figure standing valiantly ahead of her. With the full might of her attack went Cyndaquil's back flames, leaving only the burning wood behind her last opponent to cast a long shadow in her direction. She readied to spray it down with a shotgun of embers when the figure seemed to shake.

"W...Why, Cyndaquil?" It asked, a broken board falling in front of it to show the atrocity the fire-type had committed. There was no victory to be had, for the last person standing in front of Cyndaquil was Treecko, his entire body burnt black and cracked. Her eyes widened as she looked at her friend, his eyes full of fear and betrayal as he crumbled into dust. The fire-type's mouth hung open as she watched him fall in on himself. A snap behind her forced her throat closed as she turned around, fearing the worst.

Her nightmare wasn't through tormenting her as she looked up the stairs at Jake, or what had become of him. The human laid halfway down the steps, his form bloody and littered with cross-crossing cuts that flowed red streams onto the stairs. An icy spear skewered Cyndaquil's heart and froze her entire body solid, only her lip able to quiver as tears welled in her eyes.

Was... he...?

Jake's bleeding body moved, a pained grunt escaping him as he lifted his head slowly. The pokémon looked in terror as his bloody face came into view, his eyes black as coal as they bore into her soul.

"It's all your fault." He stated clearly before slumping back, the stairs buckling suddenly and dumping him onto the ground beneath into the shadows. Quilava, who returned to her real body in an instant, was silent for a moment while her mental walls shattered one by one, her final barrier exploding with the world around her as it turned to flames. She screamed loudly, the fire from her encompassing everything as her agonizing emotions took over.

Outside Quilava's pokéball, Jake shouted in pain as the shrunken ball on his waist heated up like molten metal, his hand swatting at it instinctively and knocking it to the ground. They were just approaching the hill that was next to the pool when it had heated up, grinding all three of them to a halt as the two pokémon looked back.

"What's wrong?" Grovyle asked with surprise, setting Tirtouga down so he could close the distance to Jake, who winced as he felt the darkened cloth where Quilava's ball had been.

"No idea, Quilava's pokéball just burned me somehow." The burning ball in question was gradually growing more and more red, smoking and beginning to hiss as the fire-type within raged without control. Jake and Grovyle both began to panic when Pichu launched out from her ball, rushing to Quilava's before the red glow was finished fading from her body.

She was about to grab the ball when Jake grabbed her paw and pulled it away. "Don't touch it, it's too hot!" She pulled her hand from Jake's grip and tilted her ears towards the ball, her expression showing the growing worry she was feeling.

"She's screaming in there." Pichu stated quickly, looking up to Jake with an emotion he had yet to see her show in a long time: fear. His brow furrowed tightly.

"What?"

Pichu pointed to her ears. "I can hear her. We need to hurry up before she burns herself alive!"

Jake blanked, panic setting in as he reached down and grabbed the marble-sized ball and hissed with pain. He smacked the flashing button and expanded the ball to its normal size, dropping it as the pain started to become too much. The outer shell began to bubble and melt while they all frantically tried to figure out what to do and eventually falling to Pichu as a wild idea came to her.

She turned towards Jake, snapping her fingers to grab his attention. "Do you think transforming can get you into her pokéball?"

"What? No, only one pokémon can be in a pokéball at once!" He answered back frantically.

"That voice said you needed a strong connection with whoever you want to become, maybe you're just becoming who they are and can trick it into letting you in" Jake couldn't follow her thought process at all.

"That makes zero sense, and I don't even kn-" The ball popped loudly, rolling an inch away as the heat within kept rising. They really were out of time or options, and Jake huffed through his teeth with defeat. Following Pichu's plan was all they had to go off of now, which meant Jake had to plan for everything if it even worked in the first place...

"Grovyle, can you get some leaves around us so nobody sees me change? It's not something we want to get out right now." He commanded immediately, his brain finally deciding to operate like a proper trainer's would. Grovyle, who had been quietly focusing his attention squarely on the sputtering pokéball before them, nodded and began to wave his hands in a circular motion. With their cover assured, Jake looked to Tirtouga.

"Carry the ball to the pool if and when I get in, you're the only one who can hold it for a while. It needs to be cooled if I can't stop whatever is happening to Quilava." Jake then brought his eyes to look at the slowly melting plastic ball, whispering his hopes that Pichu's plan will work before shutting them and focusing on Quilava. A flash of white light and he was in that form, the usual nausea that associated with it absent as he opened his eyes. He took a breath, glancing around at the three members of his team.

"Wish me luck." He stated finally. He clenched a paw into gave the button of the pokéball a quick rap of his knuckles. Its telltale red light shot out at him a second after, the beam hitting him square in the chest and radiating out over his entire body in the blink of an eye. Every strand of fur on his body stood on end, feeling like he was being pulled in by the growing redness around him that began to fill his vision. Then next thing he knew, Jake was zooming towards the bubbling ball, which grew larger and larger the closer he got to the glowing button. The air rushed past him until a brief flash of red blinded him momentarily as he covered his face. Then he felt his feet touch solid ground, and slowly removed his hands to see he was now in a forest.

And the forest was burning.

Trees and bushes crackled and snapped with cascading waves of flames billowing up into the night sky, radiating so much heat that Jake felt like he had been dumped into the core of the sun instead of a forest at all, his adjusted clothing making it all the worse as his insulated fur tried to lessen the feeling of being cooked alive. It was manageable for now, but Jake was already panting heavily just to keep his own body from burning up, jets of fire lashing out from specially made holes in his shirt and shorts as his vents helped the process.

Even still, Jake pulled off his clothes before they caught on fire, which made the raging inferno around him so much easier to handle. Everything he could see was burning, a sensory overload of dancing flames and unending crackling that made it impossible to even tell what direction he was even looking in!

Then a scream, high pitched and blood-curdling, rang out over the dying trees, twisting Jake's head as his pointy ears tuned in on the source of the noise.

"Quilava?" He shouted, trying to see where she was in this chaotic place. There was no response, but he had been given a direction to run to, and that was more than enough for the transformed trainer. Clenching his paws, he dropped to all fours and dashed to where he thought she was, leaping over a burning log on the ground with surprising ease. Another scream brought him right to where the fire-type was stationed, laying in a curled-up ball at the center of the ashen remains of a grassy clearing. Tornadoes of angry red flames spewed from her head and rear at least a story higher than the rest of the forest, making Jake wince as he felt the scalding heat rush into his unprepared face. The temperature was so hot he almost felt like his eyes were being melted just looking in her direction, with a paw over them doing little to help.

"Quilava! I'm Here!" He shouted, but her only response came in another agonized scream that fueled her flames to grow larger and blow Jake back a foot. He covered his face as his mouth felt dry as ash. She couldn't hear him, not from this distance. He had to get closer. Against it all he took a step forward, the scorched ground burning his paw pads as he managed to take another step towards Quilava.

"Wait for me, I'm coming!" He shouted assuredly, not knowing if she could even hear anything in her state. A half-melted rock that was buried in the ground uprooted itself and shot towards him, Jake's reaction time just barely fast enough to not take the molten projectile to the eye. It nicked his cheek and burned all to the way to his skin as it left a glob of orange goop on its way by, making him hiss and wipe the liquid rock off him. Jake hissed in pain but didn't slow, already halfway to the curled up pokémon. "Get ahold of yourself!" he shouted once more as she let out another ear-piercing wail. Only this time it was cut off and the flaming whirlwinds spewing from her visibly dropped in strength. She had heard him.

She lifted her head and turned to look over at him, the fur around her eyes sticking up with her crisply dried tears; her eyes filled with fear as they clung to Jake's altered form. He dove to her when the flesh of his feet began to overwhelm him, arms reaching out to wrap around Quilava's neck in an embrace.

"It's okay, I'm here." He stated into her ear and squeezing her gently. Her whole body was stiff, feeling more like he was holding a hunk of stone rather than any living being, and the fire of her head began to burn him when it snuffed out completely. Quilava's first sign of true life came as she quivered in Jake's hug, and finally she broke down into tears. Jake let go of the breath he was holding for a while and took in one that wasn't being scorched into the triple digits by the fire-type in his arms anymore.

He relaxed a little and tightened his hug around Quilava as she balled without end, repeating over and over that everything was alright and that she was safe now. Her arms shakily reached around him to return the hug as he kept comforting her, his attention set more on the fires around them with worry. They didn't seem ready to go out on their own, but his worries were resolved when the temperature in the entire area dropped like a rock as the sky darkened with crackles of thunder.

A heavy downpour struck down into the forest like machine gun fire, hisses taking over the crackling as droplet by droplet the inferno was snuffed out. Jake assumed that the rain was Tirtouga tossing the pokéball into the pool, possibly the only way they were to survive the increasing temperature. But now that she was safe, Quilava's dilemma was going to be resolved her and now.

Jake let the pokémon cry on his shoulder for a while, their fur getting soaked with rain as it continued to pour down on the last few remaining fires the refused to die. All that was left of the forest was the cracked and blackened twigs of the once many trees that flourished here, each breaking apart with the power of the rain hammering down on them. And as soon as it came the rain was gone, clouds parting for rays of warm sunlight to stream down on what remained of Quilava's former paradise. "Mind explaining what just happened?" He finally asked, peeling himself off Quilava force her to look at him.

Her shaking slowed down as the final contrails of the fear and agony that had welled up inside her disappeared and left her feeling cold and empty inside. And as he pulled back to look at her, Jake's eyes told her just how badly she had screwed up. She let out a mix of a sigh and a whimper before told him about the nightmares she had the extreme displeasure of being a part of to him. After she was dwdd1one painfully recalling each dream enough for Jake to get the picture, the trainer silently scalded himself for letting her go through all of this. He hadn't considered how any of his actions had been affecting his team, and it was a wakeup call.

"I'm sorry for making you worry so much. I'll make it up to you somehow, I promise." He stated, rubbing her head softly. She nuzzled against him in return, at the very least beginning to feel better.

"Y-you're all I need." She whispered back. Jake ban to hug her tighter when some of the cuts and burns he had accrued sought to ruin the mood, a pained grunt escaping him accidentally. Before either of them could say another word, a faint voice echoed around them.

"Do you think their okay?" Grovyle asked Tirtouga, shaking off the last of the water off the half-melted pokéball. Carrying the turtle instead of the ball had been far less painful, although he was praying nobody saw the absurd waddling he had to do just to get to the pool, which was mercifully empty. Whether it was thanks to how early they came or plain luck didn't matter to the grass-type, only what was going on inside Quilava's pokéball.

"I hope so." the fire-type replied, still dripping wet from being tossed like a football into the cold depths of the pool. His excitement for being in such a cool environment had to wait while they stared at the pokéball with anticipation and fear mixed into one. Grovyle turned the button away from the pool and pressed it when his patience couldn't take it anymore.

Two beams of red shot out from the droopy-looking pokéball, forming Jake and Quilava still embracing one another. Jake slowly let go of Quilava and rubbed his eyes. The feeling of being taken out of a pokéball wasn't exactly comfortable for his first time. He flopped backwards onto the ground and groaned loudly, rubbing the patch of fur that was now missing on his cheek with a pained expression.

"I'm so sorry-" Quilava began to apologize, getting cut off as Jake lifted a foot to shush her. The move confused her more than silenced her, but its effect was nonetheless effective.

"It's fine, not your fault." He sat up and looked to Grovyle and Tirtouga, giving them both a big smile. The grass-type glanced at the pokéball and tossed it onto the ground between the two fire-types.

"Looks like we'll need a replacement for that." He commented with a returning smile. The ball's once perfect shape had become something akin to a half-melted wax ball, the upper half's shiny red dripping down onto its opposite in an uneven mix of pink.

"The water feels great by the way!" Tirtouga stated, splashing the surface with his flippers before diving backwards into the clear blue water. Jake sat up still rubbing his burnt cheek, looking at the sparkling water then to Quilava, whose head was hung low in shame and rubbing her paws together. She still needed some cheering up, and they were in the perfect place to relax and unwind.

"We came, might as well enjoy the pool. Right, Quilava?" His lighthearted tone cheered up Quilava a bit more, lifting her head just in time to catch Jake dive head first into the water. She watched in horror as he speared into the water without any hesitation, oblivious to just how terrible of an idea it was. The water being so clear, Grovyle and Quilava got a pristine view of Jake writhing around underwater and flailing his arms and legs madly to swim up.

As he broke the surface Jake made an unholy noise between a scream, yip, and a cry all in one. He beat against the water all the way to the edge of the pool, scrambling up and gasping for breath like he had just run a marathon.

Quilava put her hands in her head as Jake looked to her with a wild and disheveled look on his face, stopping all but a snort of laughter from leaving her. "You need to heat yourself up before entering water." She stated, chuckling uncontrollably.

"W-what in the world just happened?" Jake asked loudly with a few kicks to push himself further away from the water. It had felt like every pore of his body had been doused in ice and making him shiver even worse than Quilava had. She began to explain how he had to prepare to enter water as a fire-type, slowly but surely forgetting about all the negative feelings she had been glued to while she taught Jake.

Now that everything was more or less back to normal, Grovyle slid into the water and listened to Quilava list of all the things Jake was and wasn't supposed to do as a Quilava, extremely glad to see her back and just as lively again. A bobbing pair of ears caught his attention as they crested the hill by the pool, the rest of Pichu coming into view as she ran like mad with two orange bottles held in her paws.

Just as she was coming down the hill her foot caught on something and tripped her head over heels, tossing the bottles high into the air as she tumbled like a barrel down towards the pool. Grovyle quickly waved his paw and slowed her descent with a wave of leaves and slowed her before she rolled past the two fire-type's and into the water. The bottles slid behind her as Jake and Quilava stopped to watch the mouse dizzily stand up and spout nonsense:

"I s-snuck two burn heals for them when t-hey get out..." She stumbled over her words until her vision homed in on the fact that both were indeed already out of the pokéball. "Ahhh! Don't make me worry so much!" She shouted with a squeal, tackling the completely unprepared Jake.

Quilava watched Jake get pounced without warning, the trainer and electric-type sailing straight into the water before Jake could get a single word out. He yelled again, scrambling for the safety of land while Pichu clung to him like a monkey.

"What's wrong?" she asked as he grabbed the pool's lip and dragged himself up.

"I'm Jake, not Quilava!" He shouted back, shaking her off with annoyance. The shock on Pichu's face brought Grovyle to a complete hooting laugh, his hands holding his beak shut when Jake gave him a dirty look. Pichu climbed off of Jake and tackled the real Quilava, who was actually prepared for it as she let herself be brought down by her overexcited friend.

Jake shook of the water from his fur, still shivering as he tried to dry himself as fast as possible. An idea snapped in head, one that should have been obvious from the start, and ignited both sets of vents on his body; the flaming relief pouring from them an immensely satisfying feeling. Their trip to the pool wasn't anywhere near how they planned it, but after all was said and done every one of them were floating in the water and enjoying the cooling feeling it brought, for better or worse.

Jake still couldn't master heating his own body to make the water feel comfortable, but it no longer felt like the icy hell had had been subjugated to twice in a row. Plus, he stuck to the general area where Tirtouga was doing laps under the water's surface, which made it far warmer as the turtle radiated heat like no other. Everything was fine until Jake felt an intense heat in the pit of his being, mistaking it at first as him getting ahold of his own body temperature until that spike in heat honed more and more around his groin. He doggy paddled over to Quilava as nonchalantly as he could, which required him leaving the safety of Tirtouga's warming presence.

"H-hey, do you know about a sudden warmness around the, err, crotch that I might need to know about?" He asked despite already having a great guess as to its reason. Quilava, who was floating lazily on her back, actually looked shocked at the question, rolling over onto her belly.

"I didn't expect you to go into a rut so soon." She stated immediately, confirming Jake's regretful expectation. He groaned and sunk up to his neck in the water out of embarrassment.

"I was hoping it was something else." He complained. Quilava's reaction was completely different, her eyelids drooping slightly as she smiled coyly.

"I'd be more than willing to help 'tend' to your needs if you want."

"It's a b-bit too public for something like that, especially wh-when everyone would be watching."

Quilava looked back to the rest of the team, who were all drifting closer together than usual with very similar looks to the one she had given to Jake. "It'll be fine."

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Quilava's paw reached through the water to rub Jake's crotch, parting the fur to rub his well-hidden sheath. He grunted as the heat flared up in return, his sheath swelling with his ramping libido.

"I've never had the pleasure of meeting a male Quilava you know, especially not one so handsome and strong looking." She soothed, voice tantalizingly soft and radiating her lustful desires. She spread her fingers across his sensitive flesh and stroked it lightly, making him begin to moan as he was toyed with and massaged.

She slides her other paw under the crook of his arm and says that she's never had the pleasure of meeting a male Quilava, especially not one so handsome and strong looking; her voice tantalizingly soft and radiating her lustful desires. He didn't notice it yet, but Quilava was steering them both along the water towards the shallower end of the pool with a few subtle kicks of her feet, fully intending to take advantage of Jake's situation.

Quilava wanted to enjoy every minute with her transformed trainer, her other hand keeping their bodies tightly bound to one another as she urged his sheath's prisoner free. Her thumb crossed over the tip of his sheath and the bright crimson tube of flesh sluggishly protruding from it. Her instincts told her that males of her kind were slow to start, even those primed and ready to rut a virile female like her.

The thought made her nethers quake, hungry for something to dig into her. Jake's moans grew louder as she brought her attention to his hardening member, smiling slyly as she danced her fingers of his tip. He was so easy to play with that she couldn't resist teasing him until his member was rock hard and tensing at the slightest touch. They reached the point where their feet could tip toe on the bottom of the pool, also the point where Jake realized he was being moved at all.

"Lay down for me." Quilava cooed, lifting her teasing paw to gently flip him onto his back without waiting for his answer. Even if he did want to resist, Jake was having a great deal of trouble collecting his own thoughts with the blinding desires swirling in his head. She smiled as his member breached the surface of the water, shiny and dripping wet just for her. It was identical to a canine's in every sense save for the lengthy dip near the top and the lack of a knot.

Quilava bent down and gave it a lick across its length that made Jake's toes clench. The look of him belly up and staring down at her with a shiny glint of undeterred want in his eyes almost brought a soft squeal from her, looking too adorable for his own good in such a vulnerable position. She distracted herself with another lick over his member, giving his rump a good squeeze when she hooked her hands under his legs to keep him from floating away.

She wrapped her tongue around his member and angled it up towards her face, giving him a moment to catch his breath with all the patience she could muster. His face showed clearly how much he was enjoying himself as well as the confusion he had with his feelings. Once his breathing calmed down she finally let his member into her mouth. He moaned loudly as she flicked her tongue over his tip, a spurt of hot bubbles rising from underneath him as his vents flared with life briefly. Quilava's patience wore thin then and there, her own desires driving to push his entire length within her maw and tickling at the entrance to her throat in a single swallow.

The heat of his member in her mouth was a soothing one, and coupling it with her snout breathing in what little of a male musk he had to offer made her all the more voracious for him. She sucked on his cock with a passion, using every muscle she could to caress his length with all their strength; her tongue slipping from her lips and stretching to its limit to lick at his fluffy nuts that were snugly bound against his body in the cold water. Each felt heavy and begging to put their cargo somewhere deep and warm, and Quilava had so many places to choose from that she simply couldn't decide where to start.

Jake chose for her as he moaned and grabbed her head with both hands, humping into her mouth to slake the aching need to cum that he was so close to fulfilling. He hammered into her without restraint or control, bottoming out as that need for release began to shoot down his shaft in a split-second. He shot his load straight down her throat, tongue flopping out of his agape mouth in a long and hot moan of gooey satisfaction.

Quilava gagged as she was flooded with Jake's seen before she was ready, tears welling up as she forced her throat to accept the cum and swallow. Each string shooting from his length brought a quenching warmth that Quilava had been longing for months. She slid back off his member so she could catch the last few wads on her tongue, the flavor sadly not very different yet still pleasing to her all the same.

Ash she popped off his member Quilava grabbed it before it could even think to start softening, giving it a few pumps to make sure it and Jake knew its job was far from over. Jake held back a quivering gasp as she stroked him, the burning lust within feeling like it hadn't been sated in the least. The water around them became more akin to a hot tub than a pool as his vents continued to send bubbles up around them, heating the water equally heated. Quilava swallows the last of his first load and gives a satisfied "Ahh" as her smile widened.

He gave a faint smile back. "G-got anything else in mind?" He asked, voice quivering as he conceded to her.

"Thought you'd never ask." Was her reply, giving the floating trainer a push towards the submerged stairs at the corner of the pool. "You can stand back up now." She added, waded past him.

He felt rather flustered as he realized how submissive he had been, enjoying the carefree treatment he had been given so far. Jake planted his feet and turned around to get a glamourous view of Quilava's raised rump as she flaunted it towards him. Her sex had always been a lovely sight to behold, yet this time seemed to hold a strong enamor that swelled in Jake's chest; another odd feeling he could add to the list. That swelling feeling had a sibling further down, Jake's cock jumping to full attention at the sight of her inviting pink lips.

Quilava brought a paw back to her rear and pulled one of her furry cheeks back, spreading a lip of her sex back enough that Jake's eyes could fixate on her candy pink flesh, shiny and succulent. Human Jake let Quilava Jake take the reins without a single complaint as he swooped in towards the presenting fire-type, licking his lips as he gripped her rear with both paws. He felt as if he hadn't had any release in ages, the last nonexistent as his loins surged to paint her pink walls a whole new color.

She quivered as Jake took control so quickly, his whole demeanor shifting to that of a proper male ready to mount his mate. The thought of finally being taken by a male of her kind made her sex dribble with maddening hunger to be stuffed full and bred like a proper female. Jake had the same want, mounting her not a moment too soon and pressing his eager penis to her folds.

"You ready?" He asked, looking down on her with a sudden sense of power over her. She mewled loudly and leaned into him as a reply. Jake grabbed two tufts of fur on her back and reared his hips, intending to make the first thrust true in its aim. He let out a growl as he made the first move, hilting himself within Quilava's hot depths in a single roll of his hips that made her gasp with molten love. Electric pleasure danced across her back as his heated rod spread her apart in a flash, that electric spark coursing through him with just as much power behind it.

Jake pulled back and thrusted himself into her again, rocking the pokémon forward as their hips collided with a muffled slap. The red-hot ecstasy that poured from them came with each thrust he made into her juicy passage, lacking any sense of restraint as they both yipped and cooed to express their love to one another.

Although his grip on her fur was tight and she hardly moved at all with the pounding he was giving her, Jake had a primal sense he needed to hold onto her with something better. The answer came as he laid eyes on her vulnerable neck, his mouth opening slightly as he learned what he needed to do. Midway through one of his thrusting he bent down and grabbed the back of Quilava's neck with his teeth and began rutting into her even harder than before, hands going under her thighs to press her hips against his.

Quilava's enjoyment skyrocketed as she felt the trainer make her his, shakily trying to get a word of warning not to bite her there when an especially hard thrust threw her head back with beautiful pleasure. The thrust brought a high spike of flames coursing from her vents and bathing Jake in her very flammable passion. The jet of fire pouring from her rear didn't hurt in the least, simply warming his belly even more as he pressed against her eagerly.

It was the mohawk of flames that got in square in the face that forced his teeth to release their grip on her as he reeled back in pain. It was only the exposed part of his cheek that seared with a dull pain that he ignored entirely, too focused on breeding Quilava into the cement stair she was stationed on to care. His thrusts were at full blast now, nuts beating against the fur above her clit with a fury as he pistoned into her fiery silk walls and fill their world with passion and their imminent finale.

Quilava's orgasm was a blissful one brought along by the trainer's own rearing its glorious head, his rod buried to the hilt within her as he arched his back and offered one last spastic thrust into her unyielding soft tunnel. Their united climaxes collided like two great tidal waves, Quilava's walls quaking around Jake's surging dick as they vied for the first steamy of virile seed into their inviting embraces. Every sense of theirs were overloaded at once as the dancing electricity of pleasure turned into thunder claps that struck each nerve in unison.

He felt as if he was being milked for every drop his balls had ever held in their existence, her pussy squeezing and nursing his spurting member a thousandfold stronger than his time as a human. Being a pokémon was the best! His legs shook with their depleting strength, enough time for him to flop onto Quilava's back and let her work him to completion. Every fiber of his being dripped with gooey pleasure warmer and lovelier than any other he had the joy of experiencing, the pokémon underneath working his rod of flesh masterfully.

Quilava didn't have any problem holding herself and Jake up on her own, his hot load pouring into her more than enough compensation as it doused that infernal heat that plagued her for so long. Spurts of cum escaped her lips as it became overpacked with Jake's waning climax, his toes kicking spastically as it was replaced with a heavenly afterglow that left them both feeling tingly and even warmer than before. She took a few heavy steps forward so she could lay herself on the rim of the pool and give her forelegs a chance to rest, all her energy getting sapped by the hot cum radiating in her snatch.

They both laid limp for a good few minutes while Jake's tool finished its work, beginning to shrink back from the fire-type's flooded hole when the last drop left his tip. He panted hot and heavy, eyelids drooping as his head began to feel light now that the desire to rut along with the fiery feeling in his loins passed through his member into the female beneath him.

Quilava cooed again, her vagina tensing closed to keep every drop it could from leaving her body. "You were sooo good Jake." She stated with satisfaction, turning her head to look at the dopy expression on his face.

"Thank you." He mumbled weakly, trailing off as he weakly lifted a paw and proceeded to slide of her left side into the shallow water. His shrinking member pulled a few drops of jizz mixed femcum with it before her lips sealed the rest of their conjoined fluids inside, leaving nothing to stop Jake from splashing down into the water and float belly up. She giggled loudly, watching him float aimlessly until something finally clicked in her head.

He was a male in a rut, she was in heat....

Realization dawned on her as she glanced at her own cum-filled sex. There wasn't a single doubt in her mind that she wasn't going to come out of this with an egg or two! In her surprise she almost mentioned this tidbit of information to Jake, but held her tongue when she saw his blissful and carefree smile plastered across his face.

Keeping it under wraps for now, Quilava smiled and glanced over to where she last saw the rest of the team, finding them a good distance away from their previous spot looking just as tired as she and Jake was, especially Pichu, who was floating about in a patch of water much hazier than the rest. Another thought came to her mind, this time one she knew Jake would want to hear before it was too late.

"Hey, we should get back to our room before someone sees us." She stated, the tired trainer's response coming in the form of a lazy slap of the water's surface. "You're also naked right now, probably would be even more if you change back on our way there."

Jake's eyes shot open as he heard those words leave the fire-type's lips, scrambling towards the rim of the pool as they hit home. "Now's a great time to get back to the hotel everybody!" He shouted with distress. Quilava nodded and began to climb out of the water, her thoughts focused purely on the fact that she was going to be a mother, a thought that made her heart swell with unkempt joy.

For the time being the painful nightmares that had occurred over the last several hours were forgotten by mostly everyone as they raced to dry off and get back to the hotel before Jake turned back to his human self, almost forgetting to grab the half-melted pokéball that had almost ruined their trip to the pool.

To Be Continued...