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"We're already halfway there, Oscar, I told you this was a good idea," I say looking at the map on my pokedex.

"I'll be convinced when we get there." The words from the delcatty walking next to me were in pokemon language, but I have long since been able to understand them. "And can you pay attention to your surroundings, please?" I ignore Oscar and load up a mindless clicker game on the pokedex. The delcatty's tail smacks the black paw holding it, prying my eyes away from it to give him a glare. "Whatever, can we make it there with the light we have left?"

"If you want to start running, maybe, but if not we'll get there early tomorrow. This is still way faster."

"Why do we need to get there so fast anyway?" Oscar asks.

I don't want to answer the question truthfully, but I can't dodge it the entire way to Rustboro City. So after a moment I come up with something I hope is believable. "I'm just bored with Hoenn. There's only forest, and a bunch of inconvenient water. The mountains are cool, especially Mt. Chimney, but this stretch is just more forest. So why take the route around, when we could cut straight through it?"

"Sure, but who has to protect you?"

"Come on, you said yourself the pokemon in this region aren't that strong."

"That doesn't mean I want to fight them." Oscar stops walking which I just notice in my peripheral vision, but I don't give it any thought until I'm ten paces ahead of him. "Above you! In the trees!" I look up but all I'm able to see is a green blur slamming into me and then the orange of the setting sky as I am flung onto my back. I hear Oscar say something else, but the ringing of my ears prevents me from understanding.

As the ringing fades, I hear the delcatty grunt followed by sounds of thudding and scratching. I struggle onto my feet and I look towards the source of the sound and see Oscar in the middle of a Play Rough. On what I couldn't tell and after Oscar pulled back, the creature slipped into the trees again.

"What was that?" I ask, still in a daze.

"Just a treecko. Her nest must be nearby."

"Really? What'd she hit me with? Felt like I got hit by something much bigger."

"Looked like it was just a leafage. You pumas really can't take a hit, can you?"

"Oh yeah? Let's see you use those paws to operate the pokedex." Where is that anyway? I look around until I see a glint of red among the brown of the dirt. No, two glints of red. It was broken in half. "Shit." I pick up the pieces and examine them briefly before shoving them into my pocket.

"You remember where we are?" Oscar asks.

"Kinda." I draw out the word to put off the lecture I'm sure is coming.

"Should be fine. We'll set up camp and find Rustboro in the morning." He spared me, thank Arceus I drop my pack off my shoulders, aching body thankful for the weight taken off of it. "Not here. We're still in her territory. She'll come back with her mate soon." I give an exasperated sigh before hefting the bag onto my back.

After a bit of wandering, we find a clearing that Oscar says is far enough away. I cook us some soup and we relax by the fire, thankful to finally rest our muscles. We are mostly silent. I did not want to talk about the situation I got us into, and Oscar knew me well enough to understand that. With nothing else to do I take in the forest surrounding me. The sun is almost finished setting so the colors were harder to distinguish, but I could still see clearly.

I feel a little guilty for saying that the forest is boring. It did look very similar like all the others, but there were unique things too. Like the stream running around and almost encircling the clearing. And, on the other side of it, a large gray rock trying to grow to the sky like the trees but still overshadowed by them. The rock took consolation in being absent from the claw marks that covered the trunks of most of the trees.

As the sun disappears from the horizon, we retire to the small tent I set up. The delcatty lies on his side facing me and falls asleep almost instantly. My eyes were not interested in sleep, preferring to enjoy the sight in front of me. Starting on the dark blue tufts of his huge ears, my eyes go down his body. To the protrusions off his cheek, the collar of the same blue with pins coming out of it, his uniform tan fur of the rest of his body, and finally his long, thin tail with the familiar blue at the end in the shape of a tulip. Straying back up, my eyes find what they seek.

His sheath, a lighter tan than the rest of his body. Unfortunately mostly obscured by his hind leg, but I could see his sack, disproportionately plump and overburdened with cum. The sight made my black-furred sheath swell. Great, now I'm not going to sleep until I deal with that. I sneak out of the tent and rid myself of my shorts and T-shirt. I can't wander far from the tent without Oscar, but I get far enough away that he shouldn't be able to hear me in his sleep.

The image of his testicles burned itself into my mind's eye, despite the darkness I saw it in. With the help of that and my paw, my member rushed out of its home. It was already dripping with pre, ready to burst. Oscar doesn't give the opportunity to do this often, especially recently.

I use previous glances to fill in the rest of his sheath, particularly when his pink cock was spilling out of it. After a few strokes and teasing of the barbs around the tip, I start spraying my seed on the ground. The orgasm brought relief, but only for a few moments. Leaving me with dissatisfaction that I knew all too well, telling me I needed a better way to satisfy my lust. Hopefully, I will find that in Rustboro City. It was supposed to be a bigger city for Hoenn so I should find someone there.

My other option was to confess to Oscar. Which had more risk than reward. I would risk the only companion I've had for the last nine years and if the reward is simply a satisfying orgasm it doesn't make sense. Especially if I can find it somewhere else. If I strike out there, it might be worth it, but I'll figure that out later. For now I have to find the way out of this forest.

*

In the morning we share a small pile of berries. "Well which direction?" Oscar asks.

"South, I think," I say as I finish the last berry and stand up. I take down the tent with Oscar watching closely behind me.

"You don't know?"

I load the rest of our stuff into the pack and turn to face the delcatty again. "Do you?"

"I'm not the one who was staring at the map."

"Well, neither am I." Oscar gives me a questioning look. "I was playing a game on it, okay?"

"You were playing a game in the middle of..." Frustration mounted in Oscar's voice before he adopted a resigned tone. "South it is then."

We ventured south over the stream and past the rock. Avoiding ambushes from wild pokemon successfully with both of us alert, but there still are insistent ones that Oscar had to fight off. Mainly poochyenas that are quickly discouraged with Fake Out and Disarming Voice. But also an uncharacteristically aggressive Marill that Oscar gets impatient with and uses a Double Edge, which leaves the Marill with barely enough strength to run.

By late afternoon we still hadn't found Rustboro or any of the routes that should be surrounding the forest. "I think it's safe to say we're going the wrong way," I say as I allow the delcatty to walk ahead of me.

"Yeah and I'm getting worn out. Let's just set up camp early and start again tomorrow. If we keep going south we should find something eventually," Oscar says.

I set up camp again once we find another clearing and make a slightly different soup. It was the only thing I could cook, but Oscar didn't care. It is too early to go to sleep by the time we finished our food, leaving me with no excuse to put off the conversation we needed to have. "I guess now is the time to admit that this was a bad idea." The delcatty meets my hazel eyes with his violet. "We definitely should have just followed the route. You were right, okay?" Oscar still doesn't say anything, only shifting the way he's lying so he's facing me. "What else do you want me to say?"

"I want a better explanation for why we're in such a rush. It's not like you to take unnecessary risks just to save some time."

"It was just a bad call." It is technically true. "I'm taking the same risks as always, you're just on my case more."

"I'm on your case more because I have to be. You're getting reckless."

"I'm not being r..." I stop as I remember the situation we're in. This isn't going as well as I thought it would. "I'm going to bed." Oscar knows it is just a way to get out of this conversation and doesn't follow.

*

Oscar's voice rouses me from my sleep. "Yes, can you help us? We're trying to get to Rustboro City."

"What's that? You want help? Where's your trainer?" an unfamiliar voice asks.

I force myself up and out of the tent. The darkening sky is gentle on my waking eyes, consequently waking them slowly. I see a tiger so much taller than I am that I only see his stomach without looking up. His scent is overwhelming, undoubtedly male, he must have been looking for us for a while. "I take it you're the delcatty's trainer?" the tiger asks.

"Yes," I respond automatically.

"And you guys are lost?"

"Very."

"Where're you headed?"

"Rustboro."

"Pretty far off the mark I'm afraid. I came from Petalburg City after seeing the smoke from your fire. Name's Gerard, by the way, I'm a Pokemon Ranger." Gerard reaches out his paw, but I notice too late and he retreats it awkwardly.

"Micah."

"Nice to meet you. I'm headed back to Petalburg, but I could show you the way to route 104 if you want. You'll be able to get to Rustboro from there."

"I'll come with you to Petalburg. Just give me a minute to get my tent down." Gerard helps me with that and by the end I feel more awake thanks to his strong musk.

Oscar is dozing by the dying fire. The way he's resting his head on his paw is cute, but unfortunately I have to disturb him. "Time to go," I say as I shake. "Come on."

He looks up at me briefly before resting his head back on his paw. "Can you just recall me, please?" the delcatty asks. Much to my surprise, he hates being in his ball. He must be far more exhausted than I realized. I fumble through my pack trying to remember where I put it and finally find it in the last pocket I check and recall him.

I turn around to see Gerard beckoning me to follow him, almost the same direction we were going I notice. With the tiger leading we avoided the territory of the feistier pokemon. If he wasn't lecturing me the whole way about staying on the route and what could have happened if he didn't show up, it would have been a pleasant stroll. I stop listening to him after only a few minutes and placate him with affirmative noises whenever he pauses for me to say something.

The journey feels like it lasts hours, but when we arrive there's still a little light left. He took me to the outside of the pokemon center, which he claims has a room I can rest in, before parting ways. Nurse Joy confirms this and brings me to a room with just a small bed which takes half of the space. I thank her and she leaves.

I get Oscar out of his ball and he looks around the room for a moment before lying on the floor and passing out. I watch him sleep for a minute before dropping my bag next to the bed and collapsing onto it to pass out as well.

*

I wake up to the sensation of something wet on my face which I realize is Oscar's tongue. I try to push him off of me before opening my eyes, but only manage to get him to stop licking me. "Get up already, Micah, you gotta make it up to me for that disaster," he says.

My first thought is to argue, however, my second is the exhaustion I put him through so I relent. "What do you have in mind?"

"Find a breeder for me." I'm not too surprised by his request, pokemon rarely mince words and he's made similar requests before, but waking up to it makes it hard to process. "Don't look at me like that. The one good thing about those paws of yours you are always bragging about is that you can satisfy yourself." This time I am surprised. I thought I wasn't loud enough to wake him. "Yes I can hear you 'quietly' pleasuring yourself outside the tent. My ears are bigger than my head and you think I can't hear 20 feet away."

I ignore the fact that he could hear me, yet is only now saying something. "I don't think there's one in this city. It's pretty small."

"Let's hurry to Rustboro then." To suggest going back on the road, he must be aching for release. In the past he's only asked when we saw one advertised in town. "Come on, Micah, you owe me." The desperation in his voice made me realize an easier solution. Albeit one that I didn't want to suggest. But at the same time I very much did.

"What if I made it up to you..." The idea that I was helping him allowed me to get the last word out. "...personally?"

"Personally?" He tilts his head and looks at me inquisitively before the meaning catches up to him. "Like you want to mate with me yourself?" He thinks it over. "I thought you would be against such a thing, but it would be convenient."

"You mean..."

"Oh! I don't mean to imply that you would just be a convenient lay. I'm sure having someone I already adore to mate with would be wonderful." He nuzzles his head into my neck. At my lack of response he continues, "Is that not what you were going to say?"

"I was..." He pulls his head back to look at me. Embarrassment makes it hard to finish my sentence. "...worried you wouldn't want to."

"Why wouldn't I want to?" He waits for an answer for a few moments, but I can't think of one that I want to admit. "Wait, is this related to how you've been acting lately?" I nod hesitantly. "Why not just ask?" He seems to think that it's that simple.

"I really didn't think you would agree so it was pointless to even ask." He looks disappointed with that answer, though I don't know what he was expecting.

"I'll admit that I am hesitant since I've never mated with a male before, but if you want to I would love nothing more than to indulge you." The words were spreading a warmth through me that I have to share with the delcatty. Wrapping my arms around his chest and I pull my head to his to return the licks from before. His fur was a bit grimy from travel, but not unbearably so. "So are you gonna ditch the extra fur and roll over?"

I give him a few more licks and some nuzzles into his collar before letting myself fall back on the bed and disrobe. "I want to stay like this."

"On your back? Seems like it would be harder that way."

"It's easy." The bed is too small for me to spread my legs so I bring my legs up and around his midsection. "And I want to be able to see you." He seems confused by what that accomplished, but understands that he is expected to proceed. He starts by lowering his body so that his penis, which escaped its sheath without my notice, comes down onto my stomach. My legs go up his body as he slides his maleness down my fur, leaving a trail of pre in it. The sight arouses me quickly enough that my own maleness reaches its full length by the time his reaches it.

He pauses there to rub them back and forth. At first, I think it is to boast how his is obviously larger than mine, but then he seems to enjoy the sensation. I know I am, so much so that I thrust involuntarily causing our cocks to slide off of each other. I bring a paw to hold them loosely together before continuing, completely forgetting what we were going to do. Our movements are asynchronous allowing different parts of our members to meet. Occasionally, one of our sacks comes up far enough to tease the base of the other's shaft.

As his length runs over mine, his heat spreads into my more sensitive underside, then quickly disperses through the rest of my cock. Another thrust and it is back. The delcatty has no shortage of warmth to give me and I eagerly receive all of it. Especially when the warmth is spread through our barbs.

I knew my barbs would appreciate being stroked along his length, but I didn't expect his barbs to make lines of doubled pleasure along my shaft. The intensity increases further still when the barbs grind against each other causing me to cry out. My hips got more frantic in an attempt to make it happen again.

Above me, Oscar is similarly losing himself to the bliss, eyes squeezed shut and mouth parted. He is much more vocal than me, moaning "de, de, de..." mostly in time with his movements, and rising steadily in pitch and volume. As I hear him near his climax I wrap my paw partially around our griths and tease the barbs on the other end. The response from the delcatty is immediate. He skips several octaves and exclaims, "DEL!!!" before painting my black fur with white streaks. He stops moving, letting his member lay atop mine.

Despite the decrease in friction, I am launched into my own climax by his throbs. The orgasm is much stronger than any before becoming a full-body sensation. I am overwhelmed by it, unable to process anything besides ecstasy. To the point that even time seemed unreal. All that has ever existed, exists and will ever exist is pleasure.

I realize the ridiculousness of that as the orgasm slowly fades and gives way to my other senses. The delcatty wobbling on his paws above me. The sound of our labored breathing. The overpowering feline musk. The strain in my thighs from keeping my legs up which I finally let lay back on the bed. Finally it ends completely, but for the first time it's not replaced by the feeling of dissatisfaction. Instead by the feeling of contentment, that everything is as it should be.

Oscar gives into his wobbles and falls on top of me and into our shared pool of cum on my stomach, his eyes unfocused. I reach out and begin tracing his ears, starting from the bottom then up along the tufts. The caress brings his eyes to mine. "Is that what you had in mind? I thought males mated differently," the delcatty says.

"No, but males can mate with each other in many ways. It just depends on what you want."

"Can I penetrate you next time?"

I giggle a little at how direct he is. "I'd love that."