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Chapter 9: Onwards and Outwards.

Thomas held onto the rollercoaster tight as it bucked him around, the armrests giving him somewhere to grip as it sloshed through the water. A hitchhiking Octillery latching onto his privates and sucking hard as the ride pulled from the ocean waves. The bar across his stomach held him tightly as the rod rising from the Rollercoaster's safety seat into his arse ensured he remained in place.

Thomas began to question how he had gotten on that ride, looking around for an entry point or any place for it to stop, but the track just disappeared across the horizon on both ends. He felt the bucking get faster as the track wobbled about, the coaster itself gripping him tighter as he wondered how he even got to the coast when even the mountains were days away.

The man's eyes blinked open into the warm morning light streaming through the window. Looking down he saw the large mouth of the Nidoqueen smiling back at him as she sucked on his cock and balls. He felt the meaty stab against his backdoor, turning to see a particularly happy Nidoking nailing him from below as the man sat in the purple pokemon's lap. The Nidoking's strength was more than Thomas gave him credit for, easily holding the man in place as he used the unique angle to grind his hips forward, pushing the entire meaty cock deep inside Thomas before pulling back to just the tip.

“Best way to wake up…" Thomas moaned, pleasing the two pokemon as his comment reinforced that they hadn't overstepped a boundary. The man pushed back into the Nidoking's lap, gyrating with him to make his thrusts feel more intense, and it worked. Thomas felt the cock inside him throb hard, ready to release it's payload of cum. But this time Nidoking pulled Thomas off the pulsing member, resting the man on his purple chest while the Nidoqueen quickly slurped the two cocks into one messy blowjob.

Nidoking came inside his partner's mouth, flooding the space in his hot cum before it was eagerly wiped up by her thick tongue. The sensation was too much for Thomas, who added his seed to the mix too. The Nidoqueen was swallowing hard and fast but was just barely able to keep up with the two males. Eventually she pulled back, revealing a mouthful of cum, rolling her tongue in it before closing her mouth and swallowing, staring straight into Thomas' eyes as she did so.

The Nidoking pat him on the shoulder, indicating he'd like to get up. So Thomas rolled off the pokemon and onto the mat. He spotted the buttplug below the sink sitting on some paper towel. “Uh, you really didn't have to." He said sheepishly, but the Nidoqueen waved his concern away, giving him a wink. The two pokemon then grabbed a towel each and opened the door. They indicated for him to follow as they made for the showers.

Thomas grabbed a towel from his bag and caught up with the pair. The Pokemon showers were far more open than a human shower block, with not a single curtain between shower heads. There were a couple of separate smaller shower rooms but they seemed almost unused. Aside from the two he was familiar with, there was a Pidgeot in one corner preening and several Machokes crowded around one section, roughhousing and joking like a pack of jocks.

The Nidoking-and-queen were happy to scrub each other, just seeming to enjoy spending the time together. So Thomas elected to leave them to their fun and just took care of himself. He ended up making it a particularly short shower anyway because he'd left the pack unguarded in the room and besides, he didn't want to get the leather cuffs too wet and spoil them. He'd have to look into how to care for them properly later. Drying off quickly he wrapped the towel around his waist and left for the room.

By the time the Nidoking and Nidoqueen had returned, Thomas was already dressed and ready to go. “Thank you so much for last night. For everything." He smiled, kneeling to give each of them a hug. “Next time we meet I'll have to treat you to something special." The Nidoqueen gave him a quick lick on the cheek before he stood. “Travel safe." He said before leaving.

A few seconds later, Thomas was at Miss Blissey's office door. He knocked and the short pink pokemon answered with a smile. She offered him a chair, so he sat. “Blissey?" She asked, wondering what she could do for the man.

“A couple of things. First, thank you. Thank you for finding me a room to stay in. Those two were fantastic for letting me stay with them." He smiled, slightly blushing as he tried to put the nights - and mornings - fun out of mind. “But more importantly, I got the feeling that the pokemon I'm carrying is somehow really important. More than just 'new discovery' important. Is there something I need to know?"

The Blissey sighed. She scrambled over boxes and grabbed a long pointy stick. Then with a wide arc she thwacked it against one of the signs on the wall. “Language Barriers are a bitch." He read the lines between a Pikachu and human silhouette shouting at each other. Thomas sighed at the statement and understood. “You'd love to tell me but it'd be practically impossible."

“Bliss." She nodded. Then she swung the stick over to another sign designated 'House Rules'. Under those words was the outline of Arceus. Following an arrow pointing down, below the pokemon God was an outline of Miss Blissey. Then below that a cluster of outlines of many different pokemon. And lastly at the bottom a human male and female outline wearing trainers caps and holding balls.

“So Your rules are; Arceus word goes, followed by you. Then respect pokemon above their - and presumably your - trainer?" She nodded again. “I think that's fair enough. I mean, I hope any trainer would do what's best for their pokemon, but if they don't it's good knowing you guys have each others back."

Miss Blissey looked a little surprised at Thomas' response. Most humans hated the idea that anyone other than themselves had control or dominion over their pokemon. “Blissey Bliss." She smiled in wonder before remembering what Thomas was here asking. She swung the pointer stick at the backpack, specifically where the green pokemon was stored. Then she pointed to the part of the sign between her and Arceus and made little circles.

“Wait, wait, wait." Thomas said, raising his hands defensively. “You mean to tell me that little guy is… what do they call them… Legendary? Mythical?" Blissey nodded. And was again surprised at how well Thomas took the information.

“If that's the case I feel significantly underpowered." He slumped into the chair. “I don't want those thugs to get ahold of it, but what can I do? I'm just new at this." He looked straight at Miss Blissey “I've only been a trainer three days!" The room fell silent, Thomas able to hear his own heart beating. He remembered Jeremy's advice and took several deep breaths, holding each one longer than the last.

“Bliss. Blissey, blissey bliss." She stumbled through the mess over to him, putting a hand on his thigh. “Blissey, bliss."

“I know I have pokemon that can help. I'm going to be relying on them more than they'll know." He sighed. “I've never had this much responsibility. Before I thought I was just transporting a new find. Now I know it's some ancient powerful being doesn't change what I have to do, but it sure as hell makes it more stressful."

“Bliss." She said, squeezing his thigh.

Thomas looked at the time on pokedex sitting just above the leather straps. He told his memory to remind him to find a way to mount it to the cuffs. “I have to get going, the open road waits."

Miss Blissey nodded, leaping up to give him a hug and a peck on the cheek. “Blissey."

“Thank you. Again." Thomas blushed, taking another deep breath before heading back out through the lobby. The Scyther was standing there and gave him a nod of understanding as he walked past. The morning street up this end of town was practically empty. Almost every shop down this way was open until early morning, so they wouldn't reopen until noon at least. The sun was barely above the buildings as Thomas set out for breakfast to go.

He pulled Mac's pokeball out and zapped him onto the road. Thomas realised they were standing in front of the shop from last night and laughed a little when Mac got confused as to the change in time but not location. “It's morning bud. Last night got a bit out of hand. Ready for a big walk?" Mac's antennae shot up as he did several circles of Thomas' legs, chirping happily. “Well first, I need some food. We all should eat come to think of it. I'll get a pile of stuff to take away. How's that sound?"

Several minutes and a couple streets later, Thomas was walking with a breakfast roll in one hand and a bag of food in the other. Thinking ahead Thomas took a walk through one of the nearby parks to get to the city limits, sparse forest stretching out beyond it as route 13 could be barely seen off to the north. A black van was parked at the exit to the city, and that's exactly why he went out of the way to leave town where he did.

He found a nice small clearing in amongst some thick woodland completely inaccessible by road. He dropped his pack, and prepared to let all the pokemon out when a rustle in the bushes behind him caught his attention. Mac leapt in front of Thomas and growled. But neither were prepared for what leapt out at them.

A Seviper shot from the bush like a bullet, striking Mac with its tail. Thomas dove to the side, instantly regretting not diving the other way to where the pack lay. Another smack of it's tail sent Mac flying into a tree, the bug falling to the ground unconscious. With the snake pokemon several feet away, Thomas made a mad scramble for the pack. He barely got halfway before the Seviper struck, jaws snapping closed around his leg as the two fangs grazed his skin. Pain coursed through his body as the venom took effect, the paralysing toxins preventing him from moving, but not halting all sensation.

The Sevipers bite could kill both large and small prey, the fangs tearing large enough holes in smaller pokemon that they might bleed out while larger pokemon would take the full brunt of the toxins to the point where even their heart stops beating. But Thomas was lucky. The gash wasn't bad enough for him to bleed out, having not hit a major artery, and the fangs themselves missed going into his leg so the ground got most of the venom.

Thomas could only lay on his chest and watch as his foe slithered around him, deciding what to do next. It was a ridiculous thought to have, but Thomas could have sworn the serpent was looking at him differently than before. When it leapt from the bushes, it was hungry for a meal. But the way it looked at him now was a different kind of hungry.

The Seviper circled one way, then the next before seemingly deciding what it would do. It moved out of Thomas' sight, the man still staring towards the pack only a few inches away. 'If I can just get my fingers working…' he thought, willing the hand mere inches from Jeremy's ball to just hit that button. Then he felt his body being tugged, pulled away from the backpack. Jolt by jolt, an inch at a time. Except it wasn't just his body he could feel moving.

The Seviper had bitten into his pants and was trying to pull them off his body. Each time he yanked them down, the belt held fast, pulling Thomas with them. It tried for several minutes, dragging the man halfway across the clearing in the process. Tears dropped to the ground, the dry grass thirstily absorbing them as Thomas was dragged slowly away from his only hope of survival.

Eventually, the Seviper had had enough of the uncooperative clothing, biting down on the seat of Thomas' pants before ripping the cloth off, exposing the man's underwear. Halfway to victory, it slid a forked tongue through the leg holes of the brand new briefs, pulling them away from Thomas' rear. Thomas felt the slippery muscle against his cheeks, and instantly became confused. His fear was of being eaten. 'Perhaps it wants to eat me naked?' he thought, reasoning his clothes would probably be hard to digest.

But as the seviper tore his briefs away with another quick bite, Thomas began to think the serpent's attacks on his attire probably weren't food related. His theory was all but confirmed when he felt it's hot breath against his rear. He wanted to scream, or shout, or run to Jeremy. But he couldn't. The Seviper flicked it's tongue out again, the fork sliding from behind his balls all the way up his crack. As it passed over his pucker, he felt his body want to shudder. It was such an alien experience, to feel the want of the sensation, but not the sensation itself.

Again it licked between his cheeks, and again. The fourth time the Seviper pushed against his ring, the tongue easily slipping inside after the last couple of days he'd had being stretched. He managed a weak moan as the beast lubricated his passage. Thomas knew what was coming next, he just hoped he'd survive it. Being a serpent the Seviper might want to wrap itself around him, and if it squeezed during its orgasm, he could be crushed to death.

Almost reading his mind, the Seviper stopped preparing his hole and slithered up the man's body, pressing its snout under Thomas' chest to get better access to him. In moments the serpent had coiled it's way around him, twice around at the chest, and several times around the legs.

This wasn't like last night at the adult store. That was to some degree consensual. And supervised. Here Thomas was being restrained, his body crumpled and squeezed almost painfully by the thick body of the Seviper wrapped around him. His breath was already barely existing, something he considered lucky to have along with his heartbeat. But the deadly embrace he found himself in made the man light headed. He was conscious, for now, but only barely.

And that's what the Seviper wanted. It's body slithered and wound around the helpless man until Thomas could feel the serpent's wetness against his leg. But confusion struck the man when he felt not one, but two slickened cocks pressing against his body. He tried wriggling out of the beast's grip but it was to no avail, the venom still in affect.

The seviper squeezed a little harder, sensing the minute struggle Thomas was attempting. As its coils tightened one of his cocks popped into Thomas' arse in the process. It's head was flared, with little rubbery barbs around the outside like petals on a flower. But the length of the member was quite narrow despite being far longer than anything Thomas had taken. The Other cock pressed between the man's legs and slid up against his stomach, the barbs grazing below his ribs as the cock inside wound around his internal curves like a rotorooter.

The venom was doing it's job all over his body, which Thomas thanked Arceus for as the sensation of that cock head pushed so far inside him was both mind-numbingly amazing and would probably be agonizingly debilitating if his pain centers werent either shut down or overloaded. If it hadn't been paralysed and squeezed tight, Thomas' erection would be harder than steel. 'At least it'll feel good when I die.' he mused, his vision getting sparkly from the lack of oxygen.

It was then the Seviper began to hump the man. Unlike the other encounters he'd had, this Seviper wasn't attempting long thrusts, but instead short grinding bumps against Thomas' rear. Each miniature thrust caused the flared head inside to rotate, scraping and grabbing his insides, pulling itself deeper and deeper as Thomas moaned.

But what surprised the man was when the Seviper relaxed enough of it's upper body to get face-to-face with him, it's heavy breathing hard against Thomas' face. A forked tongue slithered out, working it's way over to his mouth and prying paralysed lips open with ease. Thomas tasted the pokemon, the bittersweet tang of whatever made the venom inert firing up his tastebuds as the pokemon passionately tongue-fucked him.

It was an odd moment, but in the oxygen-deprived state, Thomas wanted to reciprocate rather than flee. He knew he was on the verge of death and nothing could be done about it. Perhaps another trainer would walk this way, find the pack and pick up where he left off. But right now, the whole thing was immensely pleasurable and he wanted to participate. Alarm bells at the back of his mind were going off, but Thomas ignored them, or rather, the side effects of the venom ignored them.

The kiss had gotten particularly passionate, and about time too as with a few quick squeezes Thomas felt his insides soaked like never before. The flared head kept every drop deep inside the man: he was being absolutely pumped full of cum. It made his belly ache and mind swim. The crushing grip from all over combined with the playing tongue and firehose of a cock inside him was sending Thomas into a wave of non-climactic orgasmic bliss.

A bliss where he hadn't realised the Seviper's second cock had cum so hard it was squirting out between the serpent's coils. A bliss where he didn't notice the serpent's jaws close around his head. A bliss where he didn't hear the approaching hooves of an angry pokemon. A bliss that sent him to sleep as the Seviper unwound.

When Thomas woke it was mid afternoon judging by the position of the sun. He rubbed his eyes, trying to get the blurry vision to clear. He pulled himself upright, groaning. His head had been laying on his pack, he could feel the indent of the straps on his face. Thomas looked around, bleary eyed and surveyed the scene. If the Seviper was still out there it was being especially quiet.

“SHIT!" He panicked. The Seviper! His mind finally clicked with the memory of the mornings events. The Seviper leaping out and attacking “MAC!" He sat up, vision swimming as the blood rushed from his head. A mop of ivory hair beside two twitching red ears turned to face him from the other side of the pack. Thomas blinked again, trying to get his eyes to focus. It was a Mudbray. And it was laying partly on top of Mac who was sleeping.

Thomas looked around the clearing trying to make sense of everything. He saw blood stains on the grass along with several trees that had taken a beating from something impacting them with great force. Then he looked over to the Mudbray. It had a recently bloodied and bent ear with a chunk taken out of it, 'a close call' Thomas thought given the bites proximity to the pokemon's head.

Thomas collapsed back down across the bag, wrapping his arms around the horse pokemon's neck. Stiff and wary at first, the mudbray quickly realised the hug for what is was and leaned into it. “Thank you." Thomas muttered, a tear rolling down his cheek. “Thank you." Mac stirred from the action and chirped a weak hello. Thomas quickly pulled back from the hug. “Sorry! One sec…"

He unzipped the potion pocket and pushed aside the antidotes and various other vials and sprays until he found the purple spray. He pulled the 'before using' instructional tab off and aimed it squarely at Mac. He gave the bottle a few quick sprays, coating the pokemon's shell before using one of the cloths in that pocket to buff the potion into the carapace as well. Then his did the same for the underside.

Mac's chirps quickly turned from being labored to energetic. Thomas then pulled out another purple spray before giving the Mudbray a once over and swapping it for an orange one instead. At first the pokemon was wary of what the human had planned, but after seeing what happened with the Venipede, it allowed the Thomas to spray him. He began with the pokemon's ear, The chunk missing didn't regrw, but the scabs left over from the fight did fall off. The pokemon looked at Thomas confused, nothing like this had ever happened to it before, it had always had to sleep-off anything that hurt it.

“You like that?" Thomas asked with a smile. “Where else does it hurt?" The Mudbray stood, turning to show Thomas a cut down his rump, no doubt from the Seviper's sharp tail. He sprayed the cut, the cold sting of it causing the pokemon to flinch before Thomas stroked his hand across the wound. Within seconds it began to re-knit, the scar still visible but the wound itself closed. Once the potion had done it's work, Thomas rubbed the area again, making sure the spray covered the pokemon's flank as best as possible.

The Mudbray trotted around the clearing, feeling rejuvenated. Mac joined in the frollicking while Thomas took stock of the situation. After retrieving some new pants and underwear, he marvelled at how clean he was. There was hardly a trace of the Sevipers cum anywhere, aside from the still bloated feeling he had. After getting dressed, Thomas checked the pokedex; 4:11pm. “Should get further from the city before we make camp." He muttered to himself before spotting the annihilated remains of his breakfast roll, the bag with everyone else's breakfast not much further away. He checked the contents, and the pokemon's food was a little squashed, but otherwise fine. He sighed, turning to the pokeballs

Jeremy was the first out followed by Deino. Thomas was not gonna be blindsided again today. However he left the Sliggoo in her pokeball as he was still weak from the venom and didn't want to have to carry her around. He explained the morning to Jeremy while Deino ran after the other two enjoying the freedom to play around outside. The Hakamo-o still seemed shaken from what he'd discussed with Miss Blissey, but acknowledged the man's tale and checked to see if he was okay. The two sat in silence for a bit, Jeremy chomping down on his breakfast roll while Thomas had some of the preserved meat from their rations.

“We're two potions down, but I don't wanna risk going back into the city tonight, we have to get some distance." Thomas' voice was monotone. He didn't like losing yet another day, especially as he hadn't had the chance to speak to Darius during their stay in Canneb. “There's a pokecenter at the start of the Divided Mountain trail. It's a couple days walk, but we should be able to make it there easy enough." He turned to Jeremy, a look of concern on his face. “They're still looking for you, so when we get back to the road, I'll have to put you away again.

Jeremy took a deep breath, nodding. “Hak."

“Same with the Deino, and maybe even Mac." Jeremy looked at him puzzled. “Those two probably would've visited the Pokecenter anyway. But it wouldn't surprise me if Shep sent 'em there. If so, they know I have a Venipede."

“Ka mo?" Jeremy pointed at the three pokeballs resting on the bag and the fourth unopened one still in its holder. “Hakamo, oh?"

“Well, I was hoping…" Thomas looked over to the Mudbray trotting around playfully with both the Deino and Venipede on it's back.

Jeremy looked the horse pokemon up and down. “Hak." He nodded, half shrugging in a 'that'll do' kind of way.

“I haven't asked him yet." Jeremy looked at the man sarcastically, pointing to the pouch filled with pokeballs and miming a throwing action. “Well, yeah, of course. But I'd like it better if he came willingly." Jeremy shrugged again, smiling. The two had finished their food, so Thomas dusted himself off and stood. He whistled for the three to come over. The Mudbray came over without trouble, dragging the other two with him. “Okay-"

“Hakamo, hak." Jeremy interrupted, speaking to the Mudbray. Thomas looked over to the dragon pokemon, a little miffed at him for stepping on his metaphorical toes, but he did nothing to stop Jeremy from continuing. He seemed to speak at length; occasionally pointing to the bag, or another pokemon. Finally he pointed at Thomas and his voice changed from cold and expressionless to being a little warmer and jovial. The Mudbray picked up on this too and gave the man a knowing smile.

When Jeremy stopped, he turned to Thomas, prompting the man to do something. “Uh," Thomas said, a little flustered. “Well, he probably said what I'm about to. But would you come with us, join us as we head for Unova?" Thomas held up a new pokeball he pulled from the pocket. The Mudbray looked at Jeremy and the other two playful Pokemon, then glanced around the clearing before nodding. “Welcome to the team." Thomas said, smiling as he gently tossed the pokeball at Mudbray. It hummed a little, rolling about on the dusty grass before pinging with a green light.

Immediately Thomas picked the ball up and hit the button, Mudbray appearing in a flash of light right where he had been before. He looked around, a little stunned but Jeremy was quick to lay a hand on his shoulder, ruffling The Mudbray's ivory mane while offering him one of the treats that was meant for breakfast. Thomas doled out the remaining two treats, realising he hadn't any left over for the Sliggoo. He reasoned that she'd forgive him, though he might have to convince her.

Double checking the little passenger was still safe and tucked away in the hard case, Thomas slung the pack to his back, buckling up as he stumbled around unsteady. He'd go as far as he could that evening before talking to the Mudbray about possibly helping share the load. The group wandered through the sparse woods, keeping out of sight of the road as best as possible without losing sight of it entirely, sticking to the trees and bushes and hoping the few passing vehicles wouldn't notice them. The walking helped, and after a few hours Thomas was feeling about normal.

The sun slowly crept down the horizon behind them and as the day turned to dusk, Thomas set about looking for a place to camp. A cluster of trees around a small rocky outcrop ended up catching the man's eye, it's position meaning they could look down and see Route 13 stretch for miles in both directions with the added bonus of being able to hide out of sight behind the large stone facade. As the sky turned purple and the orange glow of the sun in the distance turned to the blue-black of twilight, Thomas reached the top of the rocky hill. And cursed.

Below him near the road was a small parking area, with a trail leading up to the rocky face. And he could see why. Beneath the outcrop was a small cave with plexiglass panels sealing off the entrance. Illuminated by his flashlight Thomas could see the ancient paintings inside; human figures dancing with local Pokemon - Kangaskhan, Solrock and Zangoose - while a multicoloured Rayquaza circles the scene. He was amazed at how the environment was made up of thousands of little white dots overlayed with a smaller red dot.

Jeremy walked up and looked at the painting. “Haka?"

“Plaque says it's thousands of years old. Painted by humans to remind themselves of how Rayquaza saved the world." The notion of something like that surviving thousands of years filled the man with a sense of wonder at the pokemon standing beside him. Their kinds had existed side by side for so long, yet somehow humans had such an upper hand. He was considering how unfair it was when he realised Jeremy was staring mouth agape at the painting. Thomas followed his gaze to a small white dash of paint.

It looked like all the other wite and red dots that made up most of the image, except it looked as though the artist had possibly slipped, elongating the white section. However, the more Thomas stared at it, the more its shape became familiar. “That's not…" He looked to Jeremy, then to the bottom of the backpack. “Is it?" Jeremy grabbed the flashlight and shone it at the plaque, reading it quickly. Not finding any information of what he wanted he turned to the backpack and unzipped the hard case. “Jeremy what are-"

The Hakamo-o yanked out the water pack and retrieved the old backpack, gently holding the pokemon out to look at the painting. “Hak. HAK!" He held the little green pokemon in one hand while shining the torch at the painting with the other. “Mo haka! Kamo?"

“Jeremy, calm down." Thomas said, but the pokemon ignored him.

“Haka? Hakamo?" He growled, before shining it at the trees around them. When it pointed to the road, Thomas grabbed the flashlight out of Jeremy's hand.

“Are you insane?!" Thomas' statement finally snapped Jeremy out of it. He handed Thomas the pokemon and stormed off. “You okay?" He asked the wide eyes staring up at him. Thomas placed the light on the plaque as he slid the water back into the bag and zipped it up one-handed. Holding the little pokemon in one hand and the torch in the other, he set out to see if there was a place out of the way of the tourist trap where they could make camp.

His footfalls were noisy as dried leaves and twigs snapped in the ever-darkening evening. Thomas sighed, feeling the small pokemon's gaze on him. “Jeremy will be back, I think that Blissey gave him something to think about." Thomas realised he'd talked a lot to the other pokemon, but not this one. So he continued. “Turns out you're not a new species of pokemon, at least, not according to Miss Blissey." He found a tree to lean against and did so, sighing. “I don't know if you're a god, or a legendary pokemon or whatever. I've been told to keep you safe, and that's what I'm going to do." He didn't know what else to say, but Thomas felt the little guy understood what he meant.

Scouting around silently for a few more minutes led to the discovery of a second outcrop, which from the side facing the lookout just seemed like a rock, but instead it provided an area larger than the man's tent beneath it. Thomas whistled for the other pokemon as he began to set up camp. Sliding some panels around on the body of the flashlight, Thomas was able to turn it into a lantern, which he set on a rock nearby next to the little green pokemon. Next he brought the Sliggoo out of her ball, stroking her between the antennae as he instructed her to keep an eye on the little guy.

They wouldn't need the shelter of the tent, but keeping the various equipment within a large sealed area would prevent it from being taken in the night by a curious Cubone or worse. So Thomas began setting it up. Like the bag it was green and magenta, and domed, with enough room for all of them to sleep inside. He got the base pegged to the ground as the Mudbray arrived, Mac and the Deino following behind panting heavily after their twilight play session. The Mudbray was smiling smugly, it's slightly wavy ivory fringe flopping down over one eye.

Having only basic knowledge of the equine pokemon, Thomas aimed his pokedex at his newest catch and pressed the identify button. “Mudbray, the Donkey Pokémon." it spoke electronically, getting the attention of the others. “'Gound' type. Mudbray are stubborn and independent. Their daily routine includes eating dirt and frolicking in the mud they kick up." He tapped the 'more info' button. “Male. Vandimland Mudbrey differ from their Alolan cousins by their colouring; a white-blonde mane instead of black, and deep red fur in place of a tan coat. When evolving into a Mudsdale in warmer weather it gains the Water sub-type and in colder weather it gains the Ice sub-type. A Trainer can tell the difference by whether it has flowers in it's mane or rocks in it's mud, respectively."

“That's really cool." Thomas said, hooking the last rod in place as the dome tent took form. You're living proof that pokemon are far more than what they seem." He chuckled, ruffling the mop of ivory hair between the Mudbreys floppy ears. It smiled, then looked puzzled, trying to figure out if the human just made a joke at its expense. Thomas dug through the pack and retrieved the rations and a roll of poke treats. Handing each pokemon their dinner he set some food aside for Jeremy and continued getting the camp set up.

The sky was filled with pinpricks of light, the large yellow moon hovering just above the horizon when Thomas felt he'd finished. The bedroll and sleeping bag were set up inside the tent, the man having gotten a double wide one for Jeremy to share, knowing the mountains would get cold. The pack had been set aside way at the back of the tent, with the hard case open but the backpack nest with the little pokemon resting on being safely tucked inside. All that was missing was Jeremy.

He'd left in a huff and Thomas thought best to leave him be, but as the night crept on and the moon got higher, he started to worry. Thomas looked to the four sleepy pokemon laying about the tent; the Sliggoo was fast asleep on top of the hikers pack, With Deino and Mac sleep-wrestling nearby. The Mudbray was laying on it's back, feet twitching in the air as it snored. And Thomas stared at the tent's zipper.

Waiting.

Worrying.

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