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The second attempt at a trip down was, to my immense relief, much more successful than the first, the night’s rest lended energy I didn’t have the day before, and a kind of lightness in my step eased my way down the rough, rocky incline with a grace and simplicity I hadn’t anticipated. Even the previous day’s hurts and aches seemed dull, and muted as I moved down the rocks, save a few places in my back I knew to be bruised from my fall. But those were nothing, really. I was still lost in memories of the previous night, and chuckled to myself as I finally reached the bottom, one last look up at the cave. I couldn’t see it from there. Not at all. But I knew where it was.

“We’ll see each other again, mom.” I said softly, gazing up at the crisp, clear blue sky. “I know it.”

With a soft sigh, I let Claire free of her confines. She seemed a little confused by the time of day, and the intimate little prickling sensation of her thoughts reaching mine began before I could even say good morning. First she grinned, her long, bushy tail wagging slowly as my mind replayed the prior night’s events. Then she cackled. Openly cackled as I let Tempest out, who took one good sniff and was promptly in on the joke.

“That explains the smell.” Tempest said, nonchalantly as Claire brought her up to speed. “Of course, we both know he enjoyed it.”

“You kidding? I’m surprised he didn’t beg her for more!” Claire teased, offering me a gentle poke, and taking my hand in her paws. “Still…” She grew a little quiet. “I’m glad you got through to her. Nobody… should spend their life alone with that kind of sorrow.” She said, nodding. “Maybe you’ll see her again.”

When I let the eevee out, she sniffed at me, then sat and stared a moment, before walking to me and lifting her leg.

The trio just about fell over laughing as I jumped back. It was going to be that kind of day. Still, I couldn’t be happier. They were having fun, I was having fun. Their conversation meandered on mundane things. Food, and sleep and fun. Claire had to redirect Tempest once or twice, but she did a good job keeping the general ease of the morning.

It was a long walk through the valley, and the heat of the day found us before noon. We hadn’t made our way back into the trees yet, and with the lack of shade, the pavement began to radiate the unseasonable heat of the day. It was with no protest that I led the girls off the road to the cooler grasses and soil. We stayed close to the road, never letting it from our sight, but little surprise came when we disturbed the slumber of wild pokemon.

Tempest stepped forward first, letting out a warning bark at the approaching nidorino, but it was interrupted by the eevee, who crossed in front of me, looking up for approval. I wasn’t about to say no, so instead I said “Be careful.”

She wasn’t as quick as Tempest, and caught a pair of claws across her shoulder in the first exchange, but turned the tides with a clever raking kick at the loose topsoil, the grit at such close proximity catching the nidorino by surprise, leaving his next swing wide of the mark.

She sprang into him, her tackle knocking him on his side, and again ducked away from a blind, wild swing. Striking quickly from the other side. She built up a rhythm of it, and when he finally caught on, surprised us all, changing tempo with a quick attack I didn’t think she had in her. She wasn’t agile like Tempest, I realized, but she could sprint. The straight, clear opening closed in a flash to finish the work she’d started, a dazed nidorino staggering off into the deeper grasses, still trying to blink away the sand and grit.

Claire and Tempest looked at each other for a moment, then ran to her. It was a moment I was familiar with, the congratulations of stronger team mates on an unexpected win. I waited a moment, for her to meet my gaze, before taking a knee in the dirt.

I laughed, extending a hand towards her as she walked, then ran to close the distance. “So, you’re a comedian and a clever fighter!” I said, ruffling the fur atop her head as she stared up at me. “I like it, it suits you!” I said, scratching behind her ear as she nuzzled into my hand. “It’ll keep us on our toes, for sure.”

With that, I got back to my feet, some time passing in companionable silence as we enjoyed the soft breeze in the warmth of the day.

I think we’d all underestimated just how far we had to go, the winding ribbon of road we followed seemed so small from the mountaintop, but by mid afternoon, we were bushed. It had gotten hot, and even the shade from the trees wasn’t enough. If anything it felt like it had just made things worse. Denying us the breeze, and making everything feel stifled and muggy. The girls nearly cheered when I called a break to camp. As I began setting up the tent, I nudged Claire to take Tempest to find some scraps for fire, and, if we were lucky, maybe some edible berries. We had enough food for the night, but it was cutting it a little close. I’d be taking half a portion to make sure they were fed. No big deal, but not ideal.

As the two departed, I hammered the stakes into the ground, while the eevee sat nearby, watching me. “You surprised me today.” I said, looking up at her, as she tilted her head, curiosity writ clearly upon her face. “Not the fighting, though… I mean, a little, I suppose.” I added, with a few more swings of the mallet, before moving to the next stake. “I…” I paused, looking up at her. As still as she was in idle moments, she had felt so much more vibrant. Lively. “It’s good to see you getting along with everyone. I was worried. You were so quiet, but, I hope you keep it up. Even if it means poking fun at me now and then.” I said, with an approving grin. “It means a lot to me to see you having fun.”

It wasn’t much work for practiced hands, the tent came up, and I moved on to the next step, clearing a spot, and digging a small pit to keep a fire. I had hated camping at first. To an alarming degree for someone who intended to travel as a trainer. But I found, as time went on, I cherished it, being alone like that. The crowds of cities started to bother me more. The noise, the lights. I began to savor those moments where I could just have some peace and quiet. Or at least, the close company and noise of those I loved best. Might have been that was why we had been wandering straight through, from summer.

Finally finished, I sat down on a stone, nearby, and called the eevee over. There was no hesitation as she scrambled up, to curl up on my lap. She was listening, but her eyes slowly slid closed as I pet and stroked her, my fingertips sliding over her soft fur.

“It may surprise you, but I fight, too.” I said as I waited for the girls to come back. “I used to practice every day. I should get back into the habit. Maybe I’ll practice tonight, and maybe you’ll remind me to, tomorrow.” I said, scratching behind her ear.

“I say that… because I meant it when I said I wouldn’t make you fight. I know what it’s like to be nervous, or afraid. I know what it’s like to get hurt. To be utterly outclassed. I know how disappointing it can be to lose, and how heartbreaking it can be to win sometimes, too.” I told her, with a soft sigh. “I know there’s a lot of reasons why even a friendly competition can be a painful thing. And… I know you didn’t really choose to get stuck with me.”

She looked up at me, but I shook my head and smiled. “That’s why it means so much to me to know you’re having fun. To see you getting along. That’s what I want most. If you want to fight, I want to train you. If you don’t want to fight, I just want you to be happy. Same as Claire and Tempest. I’d quit being a trainer right now, if it was the difference between the three of you being happy, or not.”

“Something I learned…” I said, as she lowered her head and closed her eyes again. “Having goals is great. I was so proud when I got my first black belt. But if you let it be your whole world, yeah, you’ll be great at that one thing, but you miss out on a lot, too. I missed out on friends before they moved away. On fun and birthday parties and trips to the beach.” I shook my head. “I don’t want to be blind to the special things I have now, because I’m too fixated on something special far away from me. Already made that mistake.”

She sighed, and stretched, before rolling just a little, batting her paw at my hand until I rubbed her belly. I chuckled softly at that, but obliged, watching her writhe and stretch and generally be a lazy lump. I didn’t realize until the tear fell, that I had in fact shed it. It wasn’t so long ago that she was skittish, maybe even scared of being close to me. Today had been a lot of beautiful things all at once. It was overwhelming. Cuffing away the waterworks, I smiled, as she stared up at me, her paws reaching up to tug my hand back down for more petting. “Alright, but only until the girls get back.” I said, closing my eyes and trying to feel Claire’s touch against my thoughts. It took a few minutes, calming myself, stilling my own thoughts, like trying to find a pattern in a sea of static. I had to turn the noise down. Just had to turn all the noise down, until, like listening to a heartbeat over a storm, her gentle touch came through.

“You’re getting better at that.” Her words tickled at the edges of my perception. Quiet, but still growing. My hand was the only motion, a glaring, distracting beacon. “We found berries. We can see your tent from here. And… is she asleep?” Claire asked, her amusement flooding my mind with pleasure and joy. “She’s really taken to you. I’m glad.”

I couldn't both speak to Claire, and rub a belly. Not yet. I had to still my hand, to focus as I needed. “I can join you, if you want a hand. Can you show me where?”

Claire’s image was crisp, and clear. She’d gotten so much better at communicating this way. I felt guilty, for all our practice, giving her that kind of clarity was still so hard to do. But I knew exactly where she was, and with a grin, looked down at the eevee. “Hey, sleepyhead…” I whispered to her as she opened her eyes, startled awake. “You’re beautiful when you sleep. I’m going to go give the girls a hand. Stay in the tent, please?” I asked, as I slid down from the rock, carrying her there. She didn’t offer any protest as I set her down, just curled up, hiding her nose beneath her tail.

It took only a few moments to reach the pair, and take the armload of sticks and branches from Claire. Freeing her hands to help pluck and carry berries, instead. They were a little over-ripe, but it would be fine. I’d turn them into a sweet, creamy sauce over the fire. Wouldn't be the first time I salvaged food that was a little too close to past due. Wouldn't be the last. Not by far.

Claire insisted on sparing me the trouble of starting the fire, as I opened tins and packages, cooking up the last of our food, a decent evening meal. It was a welcome boon, and it occurred to me, as I worked, that I really could just rely on her to do that, if I’d wanted to.

“I understand why you don’t. But really, any time.” Claire said, kissing me on the cheek as she walked past, her tail brushing against my thigh, a lingering tickle as her thoughts met mine, hot and teasing, a lewd image of her nose buried against my hips, my hand behind her head, pushing her down.

It was enough that I forgot to stir the pot for a moment, just watched her walk past, her hips swaying, knowing, taunting. Promises of every carnal desire fulfilled if only I would reach out and take her. Except I'd ruin dinner. I loved it though, and she knew it. It was a game we both knew very well. It wouldn't be terribly long until one of us was well and truly busy satisfying the other.

In the end, there was enough to go around, we would all be pleasantly full, and the mess was trivial. Easy to clean up, and we'd be able to unload our recycling tomorrow. Probably. Tempest and the eevee were carrying on an animated conversation between bites. My brush against Claire's mind gave me the gist of it. Tempest was sharing stories from the road as the eevee asked questions, both curious and embarrassed at the answers.

No question what kind of stories they were sharing, I mused, as I went back to what I was doing.

Claire had joined the conversation with the other girls as I tended the fire and enjoyed just… taking in the sight. The trio laughing and chatting. I could have intruded, Claire’s thoughts so close, but… I was happy to give the three their privacy. It was nice, just hearing their voices, back and forth over the crackling of the fire.

Girls would be girls.

I’d been staring up at the stars for a while, enjoying the peace, the calm. When I realized I was alone with Claire. Tempest and the eevee had apparently already curled up inside the tent, and were sleeping soundly when she came to me, her thoughts brushing against mine, and then her body following suit.

Her kiss was slow, and gentle. Teasing, tasting, savoring the moment. “You know I can hear you right? Even when I’m away, I don’t miss a heartbeat.” Her words were slow, punctuated between kisses, building pleasure, anticipation. “None of us want you to stop being a trainer. But you’re sweet.” She said, licking my lips with a slow, deliberate motion.

“She was surprised to hear it. Delighted, even. She knows how much you care. She’s happy. As for Tempest and I…” She paused, her hands stroking my chest. “Maybe we want more training….” She looked up into my eyes, batting her eyelashes at me as she plucked thoughts from my mind. “You love it when I’m dirty, don’t you?” She asked, her paws sliding up my shirt, tugging the fabric further and further up, licking at my chest. “So why don’t you train me, master? Teach me to be a dirty girl for you. Teach me to be yours… in all the ways you really want it.”

She paused, rocking her hips back and forth, her body pressed against my rising erection. “I’d do anything for you, Master. I want to. I need to. Teach me. Train me. I’ll be a good girl just for you. I’ll do anything you ask.” She pulled away, kissing over me, from my neck down. As her tongue trailed slow circles down my stomach, her paws tugged at the button of my pants, her breath on my skin promising the pleasures she was about to give me...

I woke up, startled by the crackling of the fire, her touch on my mind a teasing, knowing, wanting thing. The girls still chatting about this and that, oblivious to her distraction.

“The next time I get you alone…” I projected to Claire. She winked at me in response, and subtly lifted her tail.

“You’re going to train me, right master?” She asked, her thoughts tinged with white-hot need, and golden-orange hues of delighted amusement. She was looking forward to it, just as much as I was. “Train me hard… show me exactly what a dirty girl needs to do for a mate like you.”

I couldn't even properly form words. But I'm sure she saw the image in my mind, her dazed, sated form lying before me, plastered in my release, soaked in sweat, fur matted and dirty from being fucked, roughly in the dirt and mud. Her tongue lapping at my rod while I toyed with her, even still. Two could play at that game, I realized with a grin. It was a teasing torment we gave to each other as the night wore on. Images, thoughts, our darkest perversions shared, a few moments at a time.