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Pokemon Mystery Dungeon: Worlds

Chapter 3

"GAAAH!!!" Lance curls into a ball, shivering.

"I'm sorry!" Moto runs his hands over themselves and looks anywhere but at the Jolteon. "I was trying to get you onto the bed and you slipped..! I'm sorry!"

The fox takes a deep breath and pushes it out through pursed lips. "It's not your fault..." He growls and curls his paws into the pillow. "Arceus my leg hurts... You'd think I tried battling Groudon himself the way it looks."

"Oh, it's not so bad... It's just, kinda..." The Totodile taps his chin with a finger. "Okay, it's bad... But it won't be for long." Smiling, Moto beats his chest. "You got Moto to take care of ya'! I'm gonna get stuff to make your cast. Be back soon!"

Lance opens his mouth to speak, but his friend is out the door before he can. Sighing, he plops back down on the bed. "MMF!! I gotta be more careful..."

He starts tapping his claw on the bed. "What is taking him so long..?" He looks around the room. "There's gotta be something around here I can do... Or rather..."

The fox's eyes land on a pair of tree branches. Both are at least the width of his foreleg and almost as long. "Those, along with... Yes." He starts to get up, wincing as pain shoots through his body. He slinks out of the bed and takes down the Totodile's red sash. "Glad he left this behind." Gritting his teeth, he lies down.

Spreading out the sash, he sets the broken leg in the center, then places the two branches on either side. "This... Is gonna hurt..." He folds his ears backward and swallows.

A whimper escapes from his throat, his lip curling. "I should...probably wait until Moto gets home... I can't put the bone back by myself... For that matter, I probably couldn't keep it in place by myself long enough to tie it, either."

Lance flops his head on the floor and sighs heavily. His eyes close, his body grows heavy. The electrical charge in his fur dissipates. The sounds of the birds and crickets chirping fade away as his breaths become a steady rhythm.

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"Hey, wake up. Come on...get up or I'll...I'll spray you with water." Moto nudges the sleeping fox.

Lance snorts. "Wh-wha..?" He lifts his head. His tongue extends and curls at the tip as his jaw stretches.

"Come on, wake up. I gotta fix your leg."

The Jolteon shakes his head, blinking rapidly. "Hmmuh? Moto?"

"About time." The crocodile puts his hands on his his hips and shakes his head with a smirk. "You were out for a while. Here, eat this." Moto holds out a berry, yellow with red stripes in random places and larger than his hand.

"What is it?" Lance sniffs at it, touching his nose to the cone shaped point on its top.

Moto raises an eyebrow at him. "You know what all this human stuff is but haven't seen a Figy Berry before?"

"Nope." Lance shakes his head. "Smells...spicy."

"It is. But it'll numb the pain so I can fix your leg." Moto sets the berry down in front of him, looks at the branches and sash on the floor, then turns around. "I got everything we need to make a cast right here. How did you know about making a splint? You didn't know what a cast was before."

Lance shrugs. "I just remembered seeing my mom fixing my dad's leg once when I was still an Eevee. Except it kept falling apart so his leg never healed right."

"So then...you know what I need to do next, right?" Moto glances over his shoulder without making eye contact and sighs. I hate to do this to him, but it won't heal right if I don't... He sighs, getting the supplies organized.

Lance nods, closing his eyes. "Yeah..." He draws in a deep breath. "Guess I should start eating then."

He bites at the berry. His eyebrows raise up, and his head turns sideways. "Holy Miltank you weren't kidding!!! This is awful..!" Eyes filling with tears, he sneezes, his tongue licking his lips between chews before finally swallowing. "Guh..!"

"Here, you'll want this." Moto takes one of the smaller sticks he brought with him and places it in front of Lance.

The fox again blinks several times, his head beginning to teeter. "What do I... Do with it..?" He pokes at the stick with his good paw.

Moto sets the supplies near the wavering fox to keep everything in reach. There's tree branches, leaves, a jug of water, and large pile of Caterpie silk. "You bite down on it when I set your leg. It'll keep your teeth from possibly chipping on each other.

"W-wow... You-you...really know a lot o'thtuff..!"

"I see the Figy Berry is working." Moto chuckles. "All right, tell me if you can feel this." He pokes the break in the Jolteon's leg with a finger.

Lance whimpers, but doesn't pull away.

"That was a lot quicker than normal... They usually take a little longer." Moto takes what's left of the berry and holds it up to his nose, sniffing it. He takes a small bite.

"Uh-oh... They're over ripe..." The crocodile spits it out.

Lance giggles, one eye closed and a smirk on his face as he starts leaning to one side. "Heh heh.. Mmmm... I lick beeth..."

"You what?" Moto tilts his head at him.

"Bey tasthe awbul, but... Heee..." The fox grins a big toothy grin, eyes closed now as his head tilts back.

Moto laughs. He pokes the other Pokemon's broken leg again and gets no response. "Good. All right, Lance. Eat the rest of this and I'll get started."

"Eeb whuh?"

Moto stuffs the berry into Lance's muzzle. "That."

As he bites down, Lance cringes, and eventually swallows. "Yuhg..." He looks up at Moto. "Y'er-y'er rurly cube, you g-now thab..? Ah'm glag I tholb'oo abow th' pamth... Gabe mee a tanth to thee'oo f'r heal." He laughs.

Moto doesn't even try to understand what his friend is saying as he lifts the leg, sets the leaves down, lines up the sticks, and sets the leg back down. "Almost ready, Lance."

"Hey, hey..! Do...do hoo eber... eber thimp abow may'oes ag'all, Mogo?"

"What was that?" Using the sticks for alignment, Moto sits on the fox's leg, snapped everything back into place.

Lance yelps and falls onto his side.. "Hay, whathu boo? Thag huurrrUUURRRrrr..." His head thumps on the floor.

"Guess it wasn't quite numb after all..." Moto looks back at the Jolteon as he stands up. "Sorry Lance..." Did he ask me about...males..? He shakes his head. "Doesn't matter..." Propping the set limb on the water jug, Moto gets to work. With his short stature and stubby arms, Moto has to stand on his toes to reach over the top of the fox's leg as he wraps it. "You're leg will feel better soon, I promise."

Once he has the leaves secure and the branches in place, Moto sets to wrapping everything in the silk in a circling motion, hopping up and down to get over the top as he goes. He checks to make sure everything is tight and secure. "That should do it."

Lifting the leg, Moto pulls the jug out from under it and removes the cap. He pours the water over the entire cast, the silk and leaves soaking it up and adhering together, the silk ultimately solidifying as it dries. He laughs. "No way Lance would have let me do that if he was awake."

Lance begins twitching and whimpering, and occasionally letting out a small bark or three. If the fox is having a nightmare or simply frolicking in a field during a thunderstorm, he cant be certain. But Moto gently pets the sleeping fox to comfort him. "I can't get over how soft his fur is when he's asleep..."

The crocodile stands up with a sigh. "I should leave him be... I'd probably pet him all night if I keep this up." He cleans up the leftover supplies, sets them in the corner, and then heads outside. Thumping back against the cabin, he lowers his head. "And what did he mean, 'males'?" His gaze turns to look out of the ocean, the ripples in the water sparkling under the starry sky. As his eyes wander, the sandy beach shimmers a soft white in the moonlight, and he can see the slight glow from the other side of the cliff from the reflection coming off of the ship beyond it.

Taking in a slow breath, Moto lets it out in a sigh. "Males...?" He shakes his head. "Think about ma-"

His eyes go wide, and he turns around to look back through the door at the sleeping fox. He stares a moment, then flops back against the cabin wall. "Is he talking about...mates?" He again shakes his head then covers his face with his hands. "Can't be... It can't be what he meant."

With a deep huff, Moto starts drawing in the sand. "Just stop thinking about it, Moto... He wasn't thinking clearly, you gave him a fermented berry by accident, that's all."

He looks up at the moon shining in the clear sky. "That's it, he just wasn't thinking clearly." the Totodile stands up and heads inside, climbing into bed and laying back. He wants nothing more right now than to curl up with the Jolteon, let his fur press against him and keep him warm through the cool night.

Moto sighs again. He'd probably just zap me and leave, broken leg or not... He's an electric type, I'm a water type. Petting him too long would probably hurt me anyway... Reasoning with himself isn't working as he stares up at the ceiling. "I should get some sleep..." Rolling over, he shuts his eyes, resting his head one one hand while the other rests on his hip. "Sleep well, Lance."

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"Ooohh..." Lance rubs his eyes with his good paw, then opens them. Everything is fuzzy, though the floor in front of the door still glows a silvery white, the sky outside black. He rolls over onto his stomach and shakes his head. "Owowowoooow!! That...was a mistake..."

"Lance!" the little blue reptile hops down out of bed and kneels at the fox's side.. "How do you feel?"

"Uhhnnng..." The Jolteon flops back down onto his flank. "Like I just got hit in the head by a Pound Attack from a Snorlax." He tilts his head, one of his ears sticking out sideways. "Are you okay? You look tired."

Shrugging, Moto sighs. "I just couldn't sleep last night is all. No big deal, I'll be all right."

"If you're sure... So what did you feed me last night? That thing... I don't even know what to say about it." Lance looks over at the berries on the end table.

Moto glances at them as well. "The Figy Berry? Yeah, about that..." Moto clears his throat, looking down and away from the Jolteon. "It was supposed to just numb the pain and let you sleep, but...I think it may have been overripe, and uhh...fermented... I didn't know until you starting talking all weird. And it has a history of confusing Pokemon that don't like spicy food." the Totodile swallows, running his hands over each themselves. "S-sorry."

Lance blinks again, trying to get his vision to clear. "And... Why can't I move my paw..?" He looks down to see his leg covered in a hard, white casing that covers everything from the shoulder down. "This...isn't a bit much?"

"It's to make sure that you don't break it again. Just bending your elbow can do it." Moto holds the fox's leg in place, patting along the length of the cast. "Looks like it hardened properly. No holes that shouldn't be there..." He looks up at Lance and smiles. "Perfect! Your leg should be healed in no time." Hopping from foot to foot, he grins and puts a fist to his chest, then settles down and tilts his head. "Just...don't put too much weight on it.

The Jolteon gives a half smile, his head shakes as he looks at the Totodile with just his eyes. He is a lively one, that's for sure. "So where did you-*HIC*" Blinking, the Jolteon pauses, then clears his throat and swallows. "Where'd you learn to do this?"

Moto plops down on his rump and cuts a Figy Berry in half with a claw, then places it and an Oran Berry in front of Lance. "Here. It'll help your leg and head, and the Oran Berry will take some of the spice out." He leans back against his bed. "His name was Dorin... an Ursaring I lived with." Lowering his head, the Totodile sighs. "I just remember waking up one day, no idea who I was or where...he went so far as to give me my name: Moto." He shakes his head. "Anyway, he broke his leg once and he taught me how to make a cast, and set the bone and everything. His was a lot harder than yours though. He's just so big! He was at least three of me. And well..." Moto chuckles and holds out his hands. "I don't exactly have long arms.

The Jolteon takes a bite of each of the berries. "He taught you well, by the looks of it."

Moto looks down and away, his cheeks turning red.

"So, while I was...uhh...well, drunk...I didn't say anything stupid, did I..?" Lance's lips tighten into a half smile.

The small crocodile freezes and looks up at Lance. "I, uhh...s-stupid..? No, not...stupid really. I couldn't understand most of what you were talking about, but..." He finally takes an Oran Berry for himself and takes a bite. "But I...think you asked me if...if I thought about males..." He looks to the side, shifting his body and running his finger through the cracks in the floor boards. "I'm not really sure what you meant though."

"About...male-" Lance cuts himself off, swallowing and then tilting his head, his cheek fur puffing out as blood rushes into his face. "I err... What...what did I say...exactly..?" Oh Arceus, don't let it be what I think it is... If only I could remember last night... I just remember waiting for him when he left to get supplies, and then... He shakes his head.

Tapping his chin, Moto looks up and tilts his head. "You... I think you said I was cute, and said... I think something about my pants..." The crocodile's cheeks continue to flush with red, the scales clicking. "And then asked if I thought about males at all. After that, you passed out, so.. I guess that makes two questions to ask you now. Why'd you call me cute? And what did you mean 'do I think about males'?"

"Hoo boy..." I was afraid of that... Lance shakes, trying to get the blush in his face to die down. "Well, this is embarrassing..." He clears his throat, looking anywhere but at his friend. "I, umm... Eheh... This...isn't easy to say, so...I'll just come out and say it..." Looking down and away, he takes a deep breath, closes his eyes, then lifts his head again and makes eye contact. The blood again rushes to his face, the fur on his cheeks sticking out so far that it's starting to itch. "To put it bluntly, uhh... Well, let's just say...Females have never interested me much, and... Jeez I wish this came up a different way..."

Lance pauses, seeing the look on the Totodile's face. Gulping, he steels his courage, his words coming out in one quick breath. "I really like you and appreciate everything you've done for me and I do think you're really cute, and I wanted to tell you at a better time, but I guess with those berries I wasn't myself yesterday and..." He takes a deep breath and sighs. "I'm sorry..."

Moto stares at him, his head tilted, one eyebrow raised and his maw partially hanging open. "What? I don't understa-..."

"Forget I said anything. Really, it's nothing. Thanks for...fixing my leg." Lance clears his throat, looking away.

The Totodile's eyes go wide and he draws his head back. "Oooooh... You...you mean you want you and I to..." He blinks, then his gaze wavers to the side. "I, err...I've never...uhh..."

"Never mind, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said anything." I didn't mean to confuse him... Lance puts his head on his paws with a huff. "Don't worry about, it. Sorry for bringing it up." He must think I'm some kind of pervert or something now... He shakes his head. He'll never talk to me again...probably regrets ever helping me.

"No one's ever said anything like that to me before..."

"You mean... You're not mad?" Lance shoots his head up, his eyes glittering as his body tingles with happiness.

"Yes!" Moto leaps to his feet.

Lance's ears flatten against his head as he draws back. "I-"

The grin on Moto's face quickly fades, his gaze shifting all around as he slumps to a sitting position. "I-I mean...no, no I'm not mad." Moto's arms fall to his sides with a sigh. "I don't know why I said that..." Looking up, he smiles and tilts his head slightly to the side. "It's the nicest thing I've ever had anyone say to me. And.. I've never actually thought about anything like that before. So I just... I guess I'm just a little overwhelmed is all."

The electric fox lets out a long breath, relaxing. "Had me worried there. Moto, I...I know we've only known each other a couple of days, and I've been nothing but a burden to you..."

"Stop that." Moto stands up.

Lance looks the crocodile, then away, then back again. "Wh-what...?"

"Stop apologizing. You haven't been a burden to me. I am happy to help. And I'm glad we ran into each other. I...haven't been this happy in...well, ever." Moto kneels down in front of the fox, taking the other's paw into his hands. "These last couple of days have been the best."

Smiling, the fox looks down. "I'm glad...now just...let me finish."

"Okay?" Moto tilts his head, still holding onto the paw.

"The truth is..." Lance sighs. "Since I first came into your cabin, and got a good look at you... I was immediately attracted to you. And as time went on and I've been getting to know you, it's only gotten stronger... I...I like you...a lot. And I'd..." He looks away. "Forget it. You're probably more interested in a water type female, like a nice Buizel or something... I can see you with a Buizel. You'd be adorable together." Too soon, Lance...too soon.

The Totodile again smiles at him. "Lance... I haven't thought about anyone like that. Male or female. And there's no water types around here anyway that aren't fish of some kind. Like I said, I've never really thought about it, and... I mean...well, I like you too."

Lance quirks one of his ears, his head tilting again. "So you mean you're...you...you like males then..? Or is this a case of just not knowing? I mean, I know you're probably still pretty young.... I don't want to pressure you or anything..."

"I'm just...not sure, really. I've never done anything like this before, s-so..." He fidgets, shaking his head. "N-never mind."

The fox tilts his head the other direction as he stares. This..? Does he mean mating..? "I don't think we're talking about the same thing anymore...let's just...change the subject..." He nods, motioning toward the door. "Where do you, umm...y-y'know, relieve yourself...? I gotta go."

Moto looks away, muttering something to himself before looking back up to respond. "Where do I wha- Oh, right." He gets to his feet and heads to the door. "If you circle around the cabin, there's a cluster of trees nearby. It's not far, so I can carry you there...you know...so you don't hurt your leg." He clears his throat.

"No, that's all right. I can walk." Lance tries to stand, struggling to keep his balance. The cast is making it difficult for him to get his feet under him, only succeeding as Moto gets under him to assist. Lance shudders, one of the ridges on the Totodile's back touching his sheath between his back legs. "N-no, I can...

"Your leg is hurt." Moto shakes his head. "Besides, if I'm out there with you, there's less danger of getting attacked."

Gulping, the fox nods finally. "A-all right." he shivers again as they start walking, the ridges on the reptile's back repeatedly pressing against his sensitive areas. Moto,you're not helping me stay in control... He gulps again.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing, I'm fine." Lance hops with his back legs to prevent his hips from trying to take control.

Moto nods, looking up slightly. "If you're sure..."

They reach where Moto had described, and Lance is left alone to do his business, and before long, Lance rounds the tree, hobbling on the broken leg. "Jeez this is embarrassing..."

"Don't worry about it." Moto smiles at him. "I said before, I'm happy to help."

Nodding, Lance limps forward until Moto again gets under him to help him walk. And again Lance has to fight to keep his instincts from taking control of his hips as the Totodile presses against his groin. "M-moto..." He shivers.

The water type Pokemon lifts his head. "Hmm?"

"B-be careful."

"Sorry, I'll try harder not to jostle your leg." Moto shifts beneath the fox.

Lance shakes his head. "No, I-I mean... You're rubbing-"

"Waah!!" Moto trips on a tree root, face planting into the dirt.

"Whoa!" The fox falls forward, front legs outstretched and chest on the reptile's back. His already partially swollen sheath presses against the underside of the other Pokemon's tail, and instinct takes over. "Mot.. Moto..!! G-get out fro-"

"Lance, what're you-GAAH!"

The Jolteon cringes as his hips start thrusting instinctively, his partially exposed member quickly finding the Totodile's vent, causing the reptile to yelp in surprise and pain. "I...c-cant stop...stop it..!" Lance whimpers, his ears flat against his head, front legs wrapped tightly around the water type's waist.

"Lance..!" Moto presses his hands into the ground, turning his head to the side.

Fight as he may, Lance can't regain control of his hips, pleasure and instinct overpowering his mind and taking control of his actions. His leg throbs from the increased blood flow, making him yelp at first before it turns into a repeating whine. His body ignores the pain, gripping his mate as tight as it dares and thrusting wildly.

"Mmmh..! Mrraaah!!!" The Totodile closes his eyes tightly. "L-lance..! D-don't..."

With his good paw wrapped around the crocodile's waist, he can feel the other Pokemon's arousal growing, wetting his paw with a sticky fluid. Whether the crocodile wants it or not, the feral side of Lance is giving everything it has. The tightness of the inexperienced reptilian vent is driving his instincts wild, his shaft already nearing its full size, and he knows his knot is soon to follow. "M-mot... I-i... Y-you need t-to... Mmf...!"

The Totodile's body rocks back and forth with each thrust into him. "Aaanh..! Mmmmnnnh! W-what's happening...?!" He pushes backward, his vent spreading wider as Lance's knot swells.

Pull away... Pull away!!! Lance shakes his head, still unable to fight against his body's natural reaction, his hips plowing into the reptile beneath him. "G-get o-out from un...under..."

Lance growls out, his one good front leg squeezing even tighter. His knot pulses and throbs, and Lance groans as it quickly swells to its full size, locking him inside.

"Haah..! Hrrrnnh!!! I, I feel... S-stop, s-something...something's not...Lance!!" Moto whines and shifts.

With the new position, Lance can't maintain his balance. "Moto!" He falls over, taking the Totodile with him by the knot. His body begins charging with electricity. No, no NO not now... Stop it!! His thrusting stops, the fox panting heavily. "Moto, I'm... I'm sorry...!"

"Lance, What're you-"

Shivering in his struggle to maintain control Moto speaks, Lance growls as he starts to lose the fight. Again his hips start slowly thrusting, though they don't have much room to move with being locked in place by a warm tight hole.

"LANCE!!" Mot pounds his fist into the ground.

The Jolteon loses all control, and his hips pound into the reptile trapped in his grip. His knot begin to pull, a whimper escaping from his throat as his thrusting increases in speed. With another final, powerful series of short humps, the knot, buried inside the reptile, throbs and a tingling sensation surges through the Jolteon's body and up his spine. "HAH!! HGNNN!!!" Lance howls, his pulsing knot unleashing his seed deep within the Totodile's inner sanctum. "Moto!!"

"S-st-...I...!" Moto arches his back and shivers in the fox's grip. His own exposed member bobs up and down as he breaths heavily. "Nnnngh! MMMRRRANH!!!"

The crocodile's juices spatter into the sand in long ropes in front of them as his shaft jumps and twitches, and Lance switches between growling and whimpering as the vent surrounding his member clenches rhythmically. Before long, the Jolteon can feel a wetness in the fur around his loins as his own fluids leak from the crocodile's vent.

Moto shivers, finally able to relax as the Jolteon's thrusting ceases. "Hah... Hnngh.. I... What did... Haaah... I just... What...was that..?!"

Huffing and puffing as they lay there, joined together by the fox's knot, Lance sucks in his lolling tongue. "I... It... We... Hah... You..." He shakes his head. "Let me...catch breath...first...then I'll...explain everything..." The Jolteon quivers as his knot continues to pulse, his shaft still pumping more and more of his genes into his partner.

The Totodile pants heavily and licks his lips, then tries to get up. "Mmmh..." He tugs again, but stops when Lance whines. "We... We're stuck... I can't move!" He starts to struggle, eyes wide with fear.

"Moto, stop!" Lance tries to hold the reptile still with his good foreleg. "Just...relax." He too is still trying to catch his breath. "Okay...hoo...all right...so..." Lance shakes his head as his heart rate finally starts to slow down.

"Lance, what's going on?!" Moto looks everywhere, and finally cranes his neck, meeting Lance's gaze

"Just listen, stop moving..!" Lance tries to relax, the clenching vent around his member making it difficult. "You..,picked me up to...help me out here." He takes in a deep breath, then lets it out slowly. "That's better...hoo. When you got under me, you...s-sorta pressed against my uhh..." He licks his lips to start the saliva flowing in his dry muzzle. "Jeez you're tight... When you rubbed against me, I started, uhh... getting aroused you see, and uhh..." He gulps, avoiding his friend's gaze. He does his best to finish explaining what happened and about his feral side taking over as best he can.

Lance's lip curls, his eyebrows raised and his ears again folded backward. "I'm sorry... I didn't hurt you did I?"

Whimpering softly in the fox's grip, Moto shakes his head. "I...think I'll be all right." Moto gives a short huff. "You're... really big..."

Lance whines and lolls his tongue out to one side as the Totodile shifts. "S-stop moving..! You're just gonna haaa...make it take l-longer..."

"Make what take longer?" Moto squirms until the fox tightens his grip around him. Sighing, he settles down.

"M-my knot..." The fox shivers again. "Sorry I...got us into this... It won't happen again..."

The blue Pokemon shakes his head. "N-no! I mean...don't say..." Moto pauses, clearing his throat. "Uhh..." He then looks to the side and points to the sand coated in his juices in front of him. "That's what you're doing in...in me, right?"

Lance gulps, but nods. I was right, he hates me now...

"I've never done that before..." The reptile looks back over his shoulder at the fox still tied to him. "But, I want to try it again sometime. I... I felt really strange, but in a good way. There were these... Lights, blinking all over in my eyes, and I could think, and..." He shudders with a small grin. "Then this, and... it feels good."

Lance stares at the Totodile in front of him, blinking rapidly. "You...you're sure..? You want to again...w-with me?" He looks down and away. "Wasn't expecting this... No..." He forces a smile and looks back up. "You're just being nice. You couldn't want it...not after I, though I didn't mean to...not after I forced it on you, right..?" The Jolteon shakes his head. He hasn't lied to me yet, is he telling the truth? Even after this? "You...you mean it..?"

"Lance, I understand..." Moto smiles and presses his head under the electric type's chin. "As much as we like to think otherwise, we are still just Pokemon. We have instincts, it happens... I admit I would have liked to know it was coming..."

The fox shies away, cringing.

"But in the end...I enjoyed it. Just one question though." Shifting again, he spins around despite the yellow Pokemon's protests and tongue lolling whimpers, finally settling when he is stomach to stomach. "How long are we stuck like this? It's not...permanent is it..?"

Lance has to take a moment to recover from the sensations caused by his partner's change of position. "N-no, it...it'll go down...e-event...ually..."

Moto nods, pushing himself against the fox more. "Good..."

"You really haven't done this before?" Lance rubs his chin gently on the Totodile's head, squeezing his partner with his good front leg. "You okay..?"

"Mmmh? Y-yeah, I'm fine. Just...sleepy." Moto shuts his eyes. "You're comfy..."

Raising an eyebrow, Lance looks away for a moment, then back down to his partner. He swallows. "Well, we uhh, that is once I go down anyway...we can get to bed."

Moto nods again. "Okay." Sighing, he keeps his eyes closed and smiles. "It feels weird."

"What?"

Moto yawns. "Having someone...in there." He smirks as the scales in his cheeks click, the skin visible beneath them turning red as he flicks his tail. "I just thought that this was only a female thing. I mean..." He buries his face into the Jolteon's chest fur.

The electric fox tilts his head. "What do you mean, 'only a female thing'?" His knot twitches, and he shivers again. Finally. It won't be long now.

"Well..." Moto leans back and looks down for a moment. "Putting it in there." He points.

Lance follows the direction of the pointing finger, looks back up, then down, sitting up on his elbow. "Not...sure I follow."

Moto gulps and licks his lips. "Well, uhh.. that's... where my um..." He points again, this time directly at his dwindling arousal. "It's my, errh...'hiding place'. Not, well... I don't have one, like a female I mean..."

Lance again shifts his gaze between his partner's eyes and the Totodile's red staff, finally holding position on it.. "Hmm..." The ridges on the bottom look like fun. He smirks raises an eyebrow. And even a knot... Nice. Doesn't look like he would stay swollen as long as I do, but...still, quite interesting...

"Lance?"

"Sorry! Sorry..." The Jolteon jerks his head to free himself of his wandering thoughts. Leaning down, he squints his eyes. Then, he draws back, his eyes as large as the Oran Berries he ate hours ago. "Oh...OOH! Oh my god, I...I'm sorry! I didn't know I was...in the wrong place..!" His ears flatten once more, doing everything he can to keep his heart rate down so the blood doesn't return to his knot. "I mean, not that I really had control in the first place, and I'm sorry for that too, but... Sorry that I...well, missed. I didn't hurt you did I?"

Moto blinks, drawing backward with his head as his eyes go wide as well. "W-wait, what? It's not? I...then where..." The reptile starts breathing faster, looking in every direction. "It doesn't hurt, yet, it just feels...really full. Nothing bad's gonna happen, is it?"

Placing a paw on the crocodile's shoulder, Lance lets out a slow breath and smiles as his friend calms down. "No. As long as I didn't hurt you, nothing should happen. And..." His smile changes to a grin. "There's even some Pokemon, including myself, that like having someone else in there. But in general, it feels better for both parties when it's in the back end when it comes to mating males." Shrugging, he removes his paw and rests his head back on the ground.

With a nod and a soft sigh, Moto lays his head back down as well. "That's a relief..."

"You'll proooobably be leaking out of there for a couple days though... We canine types tend to uhh...make quite a bit of that stuff compared to most other Pokemon types. At least Pokemon of comparable size."

"It feels good in there..." Moto smiles, his eyes still closed. "I don't really know what to say about it, but... What's the 'other end'? There's nowhere else to put it other than... Oooooh..!" his eyes open, and he glances at the Jolteon, scales once again clicking on his cheeks.

Lance smirks. "Heh, right." Giving a gentle sigh, the fox shuffles slightly and at long last, his member slips out of the crocodile's slit, allowing him to roll over onto his back and stretch his legs. "Whew... Can't say I've been with a water type before. It's...different." He grunts as a tree root pokes him in the back, and he takes the opportunity to roll back to his stomach and stand up. "Sorry for the uhh...for the mess..." he motions to the Totodile's leaking slit.

Looking down, Moto covers himself with his hands. "Eh-heh..." He gives a sheepish grin.

"If you squeeze it, it'll help it stop dripping sooner." Lance then motions toward the cabin. "C'mon, we should get some sleep... You okay? You seem anxious all of a sudden... What're you looking at?"

Moto's hands have fallen away from covering his slowly dripping slit, and his eyes are scanning the starry sky. "There was a really large bird for a sec, but it's gone now. Don't think I've seen that one before."

"Okay, but you didn't answer the more important question. You all right?"

The Totodile watches the sky a moment more, before returning his gaze back to Lance. "Sorry. I'm just... I get nervous being in the trees too long. I know that somewhere in there, Sceptile's waiting."

"Moto, what's really bothering you...?" The Jolteon motions ahead, and they both walk back to the cabin.

"Really, it's nothing in particular. Just, feeling uneasy for some reason." Moto secures the door once they're inside.

"So, you said there's no one else around except you, the fish, and the gangs, right?" Lance lays down on his cushion, watching as his friend hops into his bed. "Why do you stay here then? Just a sense of revenge, or nowhere else to go, or what..? Cause if it's the latter, you can come stay with me at Lakethorn Oasis." He smiles, his head leaning to one side.

Moto shakes his head and lays back, looking up at the ceiling. "No, nothing like that... It's just... Well, when I was with Dorin... He told me of a time when this place was full of Pokemon, all living together happily. There was no fighting, unless they were just seeing how strong they were. There was no anger... It was peaceful.

"He used to tell me about how once a year, the Pokemon would all gather at the beach for a celebration. He wasn't sure why they did it, but it brought them together. And they would have contests to see who was the strongest, and some would sing, others would dance... And then when the time came, they would all gather and watch the Lunar Eclipse." He sighs, a smile on his face as he rolls over on his side to look at Lance. "And.. That's why I stay. It's my dream. I want to make this place a haven for Pokemon again. I want to get rid of the gangs, and make this place beautiful, and... Well, bring Pokemon together to watch the Eclipse again."

Moto rolls back over and puts his hands behind his head. "I've had that dream ever since..."

"Moto..?" Lance lifts his head. "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing... Let's just...get some sleep." The Totodile loses his smile and rolls to the other side, facing away from the other Pokemon.

"Moto, I..." Lance lowers his head, then opens his mouth to say something. He pauses, then looking at his friend, the yellow fox sighs. "All right... When you're ready to talk, I'll be here." Laying his head down, the fox watches as the Totodile's breathing soon evens out to a slow rhythm.

The room is too quiet for Lance. His ears fold back, and he whines as the cast digs into his ribs.

Moto, you've been through a lot. He rolls over onto his other side to keep the cast from rubbing against him. S_ince I've been here, you've been nothing but kind to me. I've only caused you grief and stress, and...put you in danger. If the gangs find out you're helping me..._ He sighs. I'm sorry I put you in danger. I'm sorry you had to risk your life a second time to save me... I'm sorry I almost hurt you...

Lifting his head, he turns it to the side and lays it back down. Dorin must have meant a lot to you. His stories inspired you; made you want to do good for the world... I hope you can fulfill your dream some day... His eyes close and he takes in a slow breath. And s_omehow...I'll repay you for everything you've done for me...I promise._