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The night at Mitch's camp had proved to be a cold one. Despite his best efforts to keep warm, he still shivered. He had his sleeping bag, parka, face mask, all the essentials.

Had Mitch have been a bit more fat, he would have had some insulation against the harsh, snow dusted winds of Mount Hunter. Mitch was not well endowed for the weather. Being five foot six, and 122 lbs, most underestimated his ability to do what he so loved. He'd made harder treks of taller mountains, but not as cold of ones, which brought his teeth to a chatter.

Mitch looked outside, shivering as his teeth chattered.

"Just another few thousand feet." He chattered out with a sigh, with the assurance he would make it tomorrow. He went back inside his tent, zipped it shut, and climbed in.

"Unbelievable...I should just quit now." Mitch groaned. He really doubted he could do it, at least a part of him did.

He was no stranger to climbing mountains though. At a ripe age of 22, he still had some life left in him for a tough trek. He wasn't as experienced as those older than him, but his brief 4 years had done a lot. He nearly lost his leg to frostbite before, so he could surely he could do this. Telling himself he could do it, he slowly but surely went to sleep.

A new morning dawned as Mitch awoke, finally decently warm. Warm for where he was anyways. Climbing slowly out of his beanbag, he pulled out his thermos full of coffee, pouring a bit in a cup he brought. Sitting inside the tent, warm and thick gloves on, he sipped the hot beverage. It still was pretty hot, despite 5 days passing since he started his trek. He appreciated the warmth.

"I hope this isn't like the trek with Ryan." He sighed. He remembered it all too well.

He was referring to where he nearly lost his leg. His friend had caught him falling through a deep part of snow in Mount Blackburn. The snow had engulfed him as he fell, and the more Mitch had moved, the more snow fell, his leg exposed from a rock cutting his pants and leg open.

Climbing out as he finished his coffee, Mitch made his way back, packing his tent back in the huge bag he carried. He may have regretted not having much fat to store warmth, but with his gear, he weighed in the two hundred mark. That was enough to carry, he told himself.

Mitch returned to his trek, climbing the grueling, mountainous terrain of Mount Hunter. It was one of the few mountains left he had to climb in Alaska. This trek would have been easy, if the wind and harsh snowstorm hadn't frozen him enough to slow his movements. The mountain peak was not far now, about five thousand feet away. He had trekked some of it in his prior days. He was going to finish this today.

Unfortunately for Mitch, accidents happen. Nearing a tough gap of rock and snow to cross, he made his way up as his left foot slipped. He caught himself luckily, and made his way through once again. Another few hundred feet...he was inching closer. Only about five thousand feet left.

"I can do this!" Mitch told himself, almost growling in frustration.

He feared if he stopped now, he would be open to self ridicule. He didn't want to be disappointed in himself. This was supposed to be an easier trek. Even alone, this trek proved to be doable. He'd heard of climbers doing this trek alone. Why couldn't he? They did it alone. He was alone. What Mitch did not know though...he was not alone.

"I'm all alone...but I can do this, I don't need anyone to help me." Mitch thought, reassuring himself.

Much to his dismay, he couldn't quite make it. He felt his foot slip once again. This time he did not catch himself. A nasty tumble down, seemingly endless, he felt his bare skin hit the snow. His body grazed against rock. Thankfully the snow covered much of his impacts, though it wasn't too comfy.

He had tumbled down to a frozen over lake area near his old camping spot. He could see in the distance, a blue flag fluttering in the deep snow. This is where the strange lodge he encountered was. It was about three thousand feet altitude, where it sat. Mount Hunter was fourteen thousand feet high. He had tumbled about two thousand feet down.

"No wonder the fall felt like forever." Mitch laughed to himself. He thought he was alone.

He certainly wasn't.

Moving to the frozen lake, near the lodge, he took a rest. A painful rest as he caught his breath. He wasn't injured too bad, just jostled up and sore from all the thumping on snow and rock. Despite being pretty self aware, and aware of his surroundings, he failed to notice the ice crackling from a previous endeavor of someone who came before. He laid down on the ice, breathing heavily and moaning slightly in pain with each breath.

It took a considerable amount of time before he realized the ice was cracking.

"Oh shit!" Mitch panicked, and all of a sudden...he heard a voice.

A rather soothing and charming, yet commanding voice echoed as another was trekking the mountain. "Stay there, don't move!" The climber yelled, and Mitch looked at the man. He was coming as quick as he could. Was he...wearing a fur bodycoat? Surely not. He saw minimal clothing, the climber wearing what appeared to be fall weather clothes in the unrelenting, snowy atmosphere.

The man made his presence known, however, as he rushed over in a panic, trying his best not to endanger Mitch as he arrived into eyesight. Mitch was confused. He had but a moment to look at the man. He didn't look real. It was walking on two legs! He looked like one of the animals Mitch used to watch on TV as a kid. He remembered this beautiful looking creature. A fox looking thing, he thought.

"The show was fiction...right?" He told himself. To his surprise, it was all too real.

In the light hoodie and snow pants, stood a Lycanroc. He was built much like Mitch, though muscular. He could have sworn he saw a tail swish from the man's behind. In his dusk form, the Lycanroc looked like a wisp of fire in the bleak and cold white snow, the dull brown and grey of rock. The Lycanroc stood in his black hoodie and snow pants, a fine contrast of orange, beige, and brown. The most beautiful feature was the green eyes, which sparkled as he held out a paw to Mitch.

Mitch reached out as much as he could without moving, and the ice cracked even more. The Lycanroc reached out, but before he could grab on, the ice collapsed and down plunged Mitch. The ice cold water had frozen Mitch to the core, his entire body shaking. Mitch fought against the water that seemingly craved to immobilize him. The water was freezing him more, his body slowing as he fought less and less.

Mitch let go finally as his body eventually stopped moving, and n a matter of a frenzied fifteen minutes, Mitch had collapsed. The Lycanroc quickly pulled him out, throwing him over his shoulder as he hustled to the lodge, which thankfully was not far from land. Just enough to ensure no one would interrupt them if he was hurt. It was hidden in a few trees. He laid Mitch to bed, climbing in with him to share the body heat.

It took nearly an hour before Mitch woke up. At first, Mitch cuddled up against the fur blanket, or at least...what he thought was a fur blanket.

Mitch smiled gently as he pressed his face into the Lycanroc's armpit, a tuft of fur tickling his face and warming him. He giggled as he nuzzled up to him, feeling warmer. The Lycanroc appreciated the warmth from Mitch now, as he nervously chuckled and grew a bit hard against Mitch, hoping he wouldn't feel his swelling cock against his bare ass.

When the blanket started to breath, Mitch slowly came to realize something.

He was naked. And another man was cuddled up close to him.

"H-hey g-get off me!" He stuttered out, as the Lycanroc looked at him, letting him go.

"What's wrong?" He asked, looking at Mitch.

"I know what is! Why the hell were you naked against me?! Where are we?! Why am-" Mitch yelled.

The Lycanroc sighed as Mitch gave him a tirade of questions and angered words. He didn't expect someone who nearly died to yell at him for saving his life.

"Let me explain. My name is Dakota! You fell in some water and I picked you up.You were unconscious for crying out loud! I took you to the lodge you passed. I was trying to warm you up!" Dakota gulped, hoping the human wouldn't be too upset.

Mitch gave him a confused and angered stare for a second as he explained, but then smiled nervously, then the smile faltered and he looked down, a fleeting feeling of sorrow in his eyes as he realized his mistake.

"O-oh uhh...thanks Dakota. I'm uhh..." Mitch was going to apologize.

"Its fine. You seem better but I want you to stay here and get better, then go home...its too dangerous here today." Dakota added the last part. It surely was.

A few days now had passed now since they met, and Dakota and Mitch had grown to be friends. Part of Dakota wanted to keep Mitch here as long as he could for the obvious. Safety. Another part of him wanted more. Through the short time, Dakota grew fond of Mitch. He tended to his needs of food, companionship, and drink. He was almost like a father, and like Mitch thought, his voice sounded like a father tending to his child with hot cocoa.

It took everything in Dakota's power to not make a move toward him. He was pent up from lack of "action", to put it nicely. He also missed affection, since no men of his taste had been around a while. He genuinely liked Mitch, though he was certainly smaller than he was. Compared to Mitch's five foot six, one hundred twenty two pound weight, Dakota was a beast. He was six foot and one hundred sixty give pounds. A lot was muscle, and he appeared toned, like the Audi R8 of sexy men.

Mitch looked at him fondly. He wasn't gay, but he knew what a good looking man was. Dakota did not disappoint. The toned muscle, large tail, those glittering green eyes, the way he moved so charmingly...

"What's getting into me?" Mitch asked himself.

Was he...fantasizing? The mere thought that he was attracted to a guy confused him. He was surprised even more by the fact that it wasn't even a human. But Dakota had a certain charm. The way he moved, talked...that sweet but take charge voice. Like a father tending to his child with hot cocoa and blankets.

Mitch drove the thought away. Dakota returned with some food down from the small village nearby. He brought a good breakfast of eggs, sausage, and toast. It was a luxury for Mitch, considering his past 5 days were beef jerky, granola, water and coffee.

"So...why were you climbing here?" Dakota smiled, his canines sparkling in a small smile of curiosity.

"I'm a mountain climber. Its my hobby." Mitch answered, sounding a bit cold hearted. He didn't mean to, but it was uncomfortable to be around someone he slowly grew attracted to.

"Oh uhh...I was doing just the same actually. Was on my way up too. I started the trek today." Dakota smiled, nomming on some of his bacon. He noticed what Mitch considered cold hearted, but he understood awkward moments. It was fine with him.

"Thank you for saving me." Mitch smiled, the warm crunch of toast filling his mouth.

"D-Don't mention it." He laughed, hoping the awkwardness of the situation died.

Like Mitch, Dakota was fighting being attracted to Mitch. Was this lust or was he really attracted to him? Dakota didn't care. He wanted Mitch. The growing bulge in his pants reminded him of his attraction. He just hoped Mitch felt the same.

"So umm...when are we gonna go back down to the village?" Mitch asked. He wanted to distract from his thoughts.

In his mind played the two together, making out, the lodge fire to keep them warm as they grew frisky, rubbing each other's backs and sides, cherishing each other as if two lovers brought together after years of separation. He tried to keep the thought away, but it grew stronger the more he was around Dakota.

It was all new to Mitch. He didn't understand why he felt like this. Maybe he had the same predicament Dakota had. Regardless, he kept his cool, albeit tough.

"We could take a nap...and make our way down later." Dakota smiled, his tail wagging a bit too much to be considered normal. Luckily, Mitch did not notice.

Mitch couldn't argue. He was tired still as it was, despite the unconscious sleep he had. Finishing his breakfast, he set his plate away. Dakota soon followed and got up. "Can we umm...ahh, c-cuddle?" Dakota gulped and asked Mitch, hoping an out there, sudden request would work.

"I umm...I guess so." Mitch nodded nervously. He had a nagging feeling Dakota would make a move here, but maybe he was overthinking things.

Once again to the bed, they laid down and cuddled each other. As weird as it was for Mitch to have another man's arms around him...it was oddly comforting. The warm and loving embrace of Dakota, his tail wrapped around Mitch's leg.

Mitch decided to keep quiet and enjoy the moment. He didn't want to say anything, in fear of possibly bringing in more awkward interaction.

Dakota nestled his head against Mitch's shoulder, his legs around Mitch's. Mitch felt both uncomfortable yet not wanting to leave. Dakota was almost intoxicating. Mitch felt his bulge grow even larger from the attention. He didn't feel right and immediately wriggled around grip.

"I...Dakota, this is...too weird for me, umm...I'm sorry." Mitch sighed. Truth is...it wasn't, but...he didn't know what to feel. He was battling two minds. Part of him wanted Dakota, part of him wanted nothing to do with this.

Dakota nodded softly. "I...understand. S-sorry." He gulped, looking at him. Dakota was a bit hurt but he tried not to show it.

"Its just...I don't know what's wrong with me. You're a guy...I'm not gay. And you're well...a Pokemon." Mitch looked down.

"Its alright...just, I'm sorry. I'm kind of the same. Heh, I am gay." Dakota added, which Mitch didn't really care about.

"I don't care if you're gay. Doesn't matter to me. Its just...it feels wrong for me. Especially my first time feeling this way." Mitch explained, his ebbing away bulge proving he didn't really think it was.

"I just, ugh...its been a few days and for some reason I like you." Dakota sighed.

"I know you do. I could tell." Mitch laughed a bit, trying to lighten the situation. "I just feel the same. But I don't know if I can do it. Its all new to me and I'm confused, and I'm worried its wrong, and you're not even human, I just don't-" Mitch was going to say "I just don't know." Before...

Dakota kissed him. He couldn't hold back, his body wouldn't let him.

"I...w-what was that?" Mitch gulped, blushing. He didn't want to admit it was nice. Dakota felt like warm velvet against his own face, and he wanted more. The embrace and fluffy fur he had was comforting. Dakota did just that for him.

"Shush, its okay...just let me do this." Dakota suddenly grew somewhat possessive, and cuddled Mitch to him, kissing his neck as he started grinding his hips against him. "I can't stop, I just...I love you." Dakota whined, his bulge pulsing as he moved and climbed on top of Mitch.

"H-hey n-no, lets not do this!" Mitch whined softly. He wanted to do this but it still felt wrong.

"Come on, just once." He smoothly answered. Dakota pulled off his shirt, a finely toned six pack present as he worked Mitch's shirt off.

Dakota was losing it. He didn't want to stop but what chance would he have...with another man like Mitch? He needed Mitch, he loved Mitch. His wagging tail, pulsing boner, and drive to breed Mitch proved it. What proved most was...Dakota already viewed him as a mate. Dakota's feelings usually weren't wrong if he fell this quick for someone...Dakota hoped.

Dakota worked off his own pants, now in just boxer briefs as he moved down, kissing Mitch's neck. As much as Mitch loved it, he didn't feel ready. But he didn't want to make Dakota angry either. His boner started pulsing as Dakota made his moves. His muzzle against Mitch's warm, smooth skin, felt foreign but amazing.

"I...I love you Mitch." Dakota lovingly growled out, kissing him deeply on the lips. Dakota would have kept control, but Mitch decided to give in to his desires, pushing back into the kiss. This drove Dakota up the wall.

In an almost frenzied lust, Dakota worked Mitch's pants off. Now both nearly naked, Dakota stopped a second. "Mitch, are you ready?" He asked, and Mitch immediately went wide eyed as he watched Dakota slip his boxer briefs off.

Out sprang an eight inch, fully swollen canine cock. The knot the size of an orange, he surely did not want to deal with it. Mitch squirmed and shook his head. A red rocket was definitely evident.

"N-no, lets just..." He cut himself off as he gulped, now fully naked as Dakota worked off Mitch's boxer briefs. A battle of two sides went on in Mitch's head. He wanted this but a part of him told him not to go through with it.

"Oh its fine...I'll be gentle." Dakota smiled, the beautiful leafy green eyes of his almost relaxing Mitch. Before Mitch had time to answer, Dakota moved back down, kissing Mitch's neck as he slowly slipped his member into the tight entrance Mitch had.

"Oooh fuck, D-Dakota stop!" Mitch groaned a bit in pain. The member inside him stretched him further than he could know, but Dakota didn't stop. Mitch's walls had perfectly accomodated Dakota's pulsing and throbbing canine cock goodness. With a few slow thrusts, Dakota enjoyed the tight walls of Mitch's ass massaging his member, as he already shot a weak string of pre inside him.

"Mmm! You're so tight Mitch...feeling better?" Dakota decided to go a bit faster, to ease Mitch's pains as he throbbed inside him.

"Agh, n-no..." Mitch moaned a bit loudly, his growing member proving he was lying. Mitch started to like this.

"Oh yeah, sure." Dakota laughed as his thrusts grew harder. The pounding of hips against Mitch's ass, the buried cock inside him, the grind of hips against him as his knot and cock pulsed...Dakota slowly lost his control. He had started to go a bit feral.

Mitch groaned a bit more, a bit more in pain than pleasure now as Dakota grew faster and harder. "D-Dakota, y-you're hurting me!" Mitch whined and tried to move away to make it ache a bit less. That was a bad idea.

Dakota held him down, a bit aggressively, as his tail had wrapped around his leg, securing Dakota in place as his hungry cock pounded away at the tight man's hole, Mitch's body unwillingly trying to keep Dakota.

Mitch felt his entrance pulse and milk Dakota's cock, as his moans grew deeper in pleasure than pain now. Despite not wanting this, he couldn't bring himself to leave now. It started to feel amazing, the massaging of his tight hole from Dakota's cock that now situated nicely inside him. It was oddly warm inside him, warmer than he thought. Dakota's thrusts grew aggressive as he wrapped his legs around Mitch's, Mitch now restrained. He couldn't leave even if he wanted to. He didn't want to, until he felt the knot try to push inside him.

The pulsing knot smacked against Mitch's hole, eager to enter and keep Mitch in place. "S-so c-close!" Dakota growled, his balls now slapping against Mitch. Dakota, despite still using his words, was thrusting in a fully feral fashion. Mitch's body craved it. He tensed up in response as he was also close.

"Agh, Dakota!" Mitch yelled, pushing against him to no avail. Dakota continued, the burning sensation of his knot slowly stretching in becoming present to Mitch. He was going to be tied. He didn't want to be but yet...he wanted it. Once again, that thought of loving Dakota came to mind.

"Dakota stop, aaahh!" Mitch begged, but Dakota lost his control, his lust overpowering him. He needed Mitch. More than anything.

Dakota continued as he dug his claws slightly into Mitch, his knot forcing Mitch's hole wider until his knot popped loudly in, Mitch whimpering as a few tears of pain dripped down his face.

A part of Mitch may have hated it, but the side that craved it took over. Dakota's rhythmic and short humps intoxicating him, slowly getting him to love each movement. Soon enough, Dakota had tensed up, stopping as he grinded slowly, starting to cum deep inside Mitch.

Warm and thick it shot in, coating his insides and marking Mitch as his, the cum giving Mitch a slight bulge as it situated deep inside him. "Y-you like that?" Dakota grinned, looking at Mitch.

Mitch smiled and wiped his eyes dry, sitting up with Dakota's member inside him, the knot tightly packed in, pulsing as he came inside him.

"I...I loved it." Mitch tiredly laughed, tugging on the knot. It was firmly embedded and swollen, definitely unable to pull out. Mitch no longer minded.

Now laying on their sides, they resumed the cuddles they once awkwardly started, now in a loving embrace. Even through all of this, Mitch wondered if it was okay or not.

The thought quickly left his mind as Dakota nuzzled up to him, kissing his cheek and laughing. "You know...you did amazing for your first time." Dakota smiled, holding Mitch close. Mitch turned around, planting a soft kiss to Dakota's muzzle.

"I love you." He said, a nagging part of his mind telling him he was wrong. He quickly put away that thought, and in the coming time...the thought of any of this being wrong died.

He no longer cared. He loved Dakota, and they would go on many more treks.

Together...