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Contrary to popular belief, not all Pokémon trainers go on long journeys. In fact, a lot of the trainers I’ve met barely travel out of town. It’s just not for everyone, some people aren’t healthy enough to take trips like that, others don’t want to give up modern convenience for any length of time, and there are plenty who have responsibilities that keep them in one place. Honestly, it’s not like there’s anything wrong with it…

Still, though, it didn’t feel right to me, not doing the traveling thing. It’s sort of traditional, you know? A time of personal growth and maturing, a time to be alone and find out things about yourself. A time to see the world outside of your little hometown. So there wasn’t any question that I was going to be one of those travelers. It just felt proper.

It’s been a couple years now, and I don’t regret it, though I may have little regrets about certain things here and there. Like being kind of underprepared when I started out...took me a while to realize I couldn’t just make my Pokémon do all the survivalist work, I had to learn some of those things for myself. But hey, that’s part of the personal growth thing, right? Now I know what I’m doing.

So being alone in the wild, it’s something I’m used to. Well, not TOTALLY alone...I have my partner with me, of course. Brand was my first Pokémon, and is still my only Pokémon. I got a bit of guff for picking Charmander, because everyone picks Charmander and it’s seen as kind of a ‘shallow’ pick. Never mattered to me, and that’s one thing I don’t regret. He evolved last year, and he’s plenty strong as a Charmeleon, able to handle most of what the world throws at us. True, not professional trainers, but I’m not aiming for that, so it’s kind of an unfair comparison.

Wooded areas are some of my favorite to explore, so we’d been off in the northern hills for a while. Dense forest, cliffs and caves...you wouldn’t call them ‘mountains’ exactly but they weren’t just tiny humps, either. The air was crisp and fresh, with all sorts of natural scents hanging around, but weighed down a bit by the humidity. Even though the sun was falling, it was pretty hot...this was a night where the fire was strictly going to be for light, and I wouldn’t care if it went out early.

We settled down in a spot where there weren’t any protruding roots and at least a few feet of space between trees. With just the two of us, we don’t need much, and smaller spaces are more sheltered and less likely to result in an encounter with a larger Pokémon. Brand helpfully started the fire, a small one that wasn’t going to put out too much heat - a good thing considering I was sweltering already. I sat nearby, trying to get myself relaxed, and said idly, “Well...we sure did a lot of walking today.”

Immediately I saw Brand smack his face with a clawed hand, and I couldn’t help but giggle. We’re very close, but admittedly, we do things that annoy each other sometimes...I guess one of my worst offenders is stating the obvious like that. It’s not a conscious thing (usually), I just like to fill space sometimes, silence always felt a bit awkward to me. And usually I just say what comes to me first, which...well, happens to generally be obvious stuff. I think Brand might feel like I’m talking down to him sometimes, though, which isn’t what I’m trying to do. I’m just talking, period.

It would be easier if we could have a full-on conversation, true. I know Pokémon are as smart as humans, and with a really strong bond a trainer and Pokémon can understand each other even though to everyone else they’re talking different languages. There are other ways, too - Pokémon can learn to speak human languages, though that usually comes at a heavy cost in battle prowess as the mental energy it takes can interfere with their ‘battle states.’ There’s also using psychic linking, but the idea of a Psychic Pokémon messing with my head never sat well with me. So no shortcuts for us...even if I’m not a professional trainer, Brand still needs to be strong enough for us to survive out here, and both of us need clear heads. It would just have to wait.

“Yes, I know, you already know that. Unless you have any observations you’d like to offer, I’m just gonna keep talking.”

Brand rolled his eyes at me, taking a seat nearer to the fire. Well, he wouldn’t mind the heat, being a Fire-type and all that.

“Your nose must have been all lit up today. Even I could smell a hundred different things in the air.”

That got a nod and vocal response out of him, but he also put claws on his temple and rubbed a bit. I knew what that meant - perhaps a bit too intense, it had given him a bit of a headache. He did seem to be a little off at times that day, though he didn’t complain - Brand wasn’t one to do that much, he would push his way through something even if he wasn’t happy. That was one thing I wished he would do less of - admirable as it was, I didn’t want him collapsing due to something I wasn’t aware of.

“Guess it was a bit much, huh? You feeling any better now? Is it clearer around here?”

He wagged his hand in the air, a gesture of equivocation I’d taught him. So better, but still not perfect. I could smell a rather heavy sweetness lingering in the air, so maybe that was it. “The fire’ll probably clear it out a bit. You can tell me if you’re feeling under the weather, though. We can find a way to help you feel better.”

Brand grunted and waved dismissively. Just like usual. Always has to play the tough guy.

“Well, the offer’s there. I wanna make sure you take care of yourself. Kind of don’t stand a chance against, say, a big Pangoro without you.”

He snorted at that, then brought his hands close together. Which I took to mean ‘or against something much smaller.’

“Hey! I’m not THAT weak! I could handle a little bird or rodent Pokémon if I had to!”

Another dismissive wave. I don’t think he bought it, and I doubted anything was going to convince him other than outright showing him, which wasn’t what I planned to do tonight. “Yeah, yeah. Whatever, just make sure you rest up. We have a lot more walking to do tomorrow.”

At hearing this, Brand gave a look of shock, bringing the back of his hand to his head and falling flat onto his back, kicking his legs up in an exaggerated display.

“If you’re dead, I’m not going to feed you.”

His response to that was a single-clawed salute from his unoccupied hand. He learned that one from me, too.

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As the darkness fell, I got more comfortable. Which in this case entailed stripping down to my boxers. Hey, it was hot, normally I sleep in more but even outside of a tent I felt like that would just be uncomfortable. And I haven’t slept in a tent in a good while...it’s usually best for rain or cooler weather, but where we were traveling it wasn’t common to have to deal with either, at least not overnight.

Brand was already asleep, conked out on his side. He didn’t exactly look as restful as usual; I figured maybe he still had a headache. Still, he was asleep, and that was good, he tended to not like to sleep much as a Charmander. Fire-types can have very good engines, they can keep going for quite a while, but that makes them tougher to control as well. I was glad Brand seemed to be a little less of that, though he still had plenty of spitfire in him.

I was glad to get a chance to admire him for a bit, though. It wasn’t often that I got the chance to look without him noticing.

It probably comes as no surprise that I found him attractive. Apparently it happens a lot between humans and Pokémon, especially the travelers. I didn’t know that when I first set off, but I became aware of it fairly quickly - you don’t go out for long without hearing those stories. Bizarre and uncomfortable at first, but now I’m one of the ones who enjoys it. And Brand...well, he’s hot. And not just in the temperature sense. I’m not the only one who thinks so, I’ve heard other humans remark on him on behalf of their Pokémon, or themselves. Sometimes I wonder if he knows how hot he is. He never seems to play it up, but some people are good at keeping it subtle.

There have been times I’ve thought about making an advance to him, but I always decided against it. Pokémon don’t tend to be as...uptight about those things as humans, but that doesn’t mean he thought of ME as attractive or appealing. And I didn’t want him to feel pressured because I was his trainer. I’ve heard some bad stories about that as well. Just admiring from a distance was fine for now, though I wondered if I’d start feeling it worse later on...we did spend an awful lot of time alone together, and it wasn’t like I wasn’t in the prime of my life, either. We’d both danced around the issue of awkward boners, and avoided seeing each other on full display, though my tents were probably a bit more overt than anything he’d had revealed. At least he didn’t know that a couple of those tents were due to him.

Honestly, he’s a prime chunk of Charmeleon. Lean, trim, muscular, he looks really good. He’s not huge, but he’s a bit on the big side for his kind, a couple inches on others, but I’m still somewhere close to two feet taller than he is. Plus he’s a Fire-type, full of hot air, so he’s lighter than he looks. But he’s also stronger than he looks, I’m seen him heft some good-sized rocks, and he’s taken down a couple of unexpected foes. Seeing that tone on his frame is what I think really draws me to him...I know he’s pretty proud of it, but I don’t think he knows how much that turns me on.

But it’s not the best idea to think about those things right before sleep - they can lead to some awkward overnights and morning conversations. So it was time to stop looking...the firelight was waning, but I was asleep before it went out.

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I don’t usually wake up when it’s still dark out. Normally, I’m a decently heavy sleeper, but considering what happened this time around, I don’t think it would be a surprise that I got brought out of that.

I was still a bit fuzzy at first, so I wasn’t entirely sure what was going on. The first thing I was aware of was that it seemed like the fire was still going, even though it shouldn’t have been. The second thing was that it felt even hotter than before, especially around my lower body. And the third was that something felt like it was around my legs and my groin, feeling weird and good...weirdly good.

I think it put it together just a few moments before the cobwebs fully shook off and I could actually see and confirm my suspicions. It might have seemed like a dream, had I not been just woken up. Brand was between my legs, slowly humping away at me, his cock leaking against my boxers as he frotted my covered dick. In his expression, I could see a heavy tension, a weight that I had rarely seen before...there was something powerful, but restrained about it. Like he wanted to do a LOT more than what he was, but also didn’t.

It took me a moment to sort it all out in my head. After all, I’m fairly sure this didn’t come out of nowhere, and just as certain that it had never happened before - I definitely would have noticed. But I remembered...earlier that day, a couple of times at least, we’d passed through some areas where the scent was really heavy...heavy and sweet, not unlike the way it had been where we’d stopped, though stronger even than that. This wasn’t the first time we’d encountered that, and I’d learned quickly from another person what it was. Grass-type mating scents...strong, sweet, and lingering like almost none other. Not uncommon in forests and grassy areas. No wonder Brand was struggling earlier, those had probably been wearing on him a lot…

And now here he was, driven by lust and instinct to sate those needs. And he’d chosen me as the target for that. All of a sudden I was kind of glad I’d woken up.

It didn’t take long for Brand to realize that, too. He froze momentarily, but seeing me not making any motion to push him away, resumed, perhaps a bit more deliberately than before, dragging his cock against my boxers, against where my own erection was protruding. There wasn’t a ton of light, but enough that I could see what he was packing...I’ve never been too hung up on size, but it was hard not to feel a bit envious at what Brand had to show off. Definitely a lot longer than mine, a lot thicker through most of it, with a more pointed tip, protruding from his slit which was dripping a bit, wet and hot and exciting. I could feel my heart pounding, so hard...fantasies possibly coming true, at the moment I least expected it.

I was mesmerized enough that I wasn’t aware of what Brand was doing until he was almost there. His hands were fumbling with my boxers, and I could see him lining up his claws with the band. “Wait, ho-” My protest came too late, as I saw them rip through, licks of flame and cinder accompanying them as he clawed them apart, then yanked them away and to the side. Now THAT was a bit irritating, it wouldn’t have taken me that long to get them off!

“Wasn’t that a bit excessAH-H-H-H!” My useless chiding was quite rapidly interrupted when the Charmeleon resumed his frotting. Except, without any fabric in between, I could feel SUCH a heat! The difference was so much greater than it should have been...Fire-types have some wizard-like control over their heat, to avoid burning things they don’t want to, but beyond that, they can make skin contact feel crazy-hot without leaving an actual burn. Brand had showed me that before...it’s weird, feeling ridiculous heat without actually feeling real pain from it. But this was in a much more sensitive spot...and boy, it had me squirming like nobody’s business. His shaft stroked along my dick, my balls, my pelvis, even a bit to my stomach, leaving its heat wherever it pleased and wet trails where it touched. It was so intense, and I loved it, I could feel it making my cock throb eagerly, adding dribbles of my own precum to the mess.

At one point he held our dicks together and frotted against the underside of mine with the underside of his. Giving me a good chance to compare, and my envy spiked - the little bastard reptile was almost half-again as long as I was! Were all Pokémon hung like that, or was he just that studly? It was hard to care too much, though, when its heat was being forced against my shaft and giving it so much pleasure...I could hear hissing as my pre was rapidly evaporating against the surface of his cock when it shot out, whatever didn’t splatter back onto myself anyway. I was moaning pretty loudly by then, it wouldn’t have been hard to hear me from a fair distance away...probably not a good idea if some other mon had overheard and wanted to join in, but I wasn’t really thinking about that at the time.

He’d just about brought me to the edge when he stopped, pulling that wonderful heat away from me and leaving me hanging. I wasn’t sure why he’d stopped, until I saw him shift back and down...maybe it was because I’d just been asleep and then just been brought to pleasure’s edge, but I didn’t put two and two together until that tip pressed against my pucker. “H-hold on...aren’t you gonna prep-AGH!”

Probably should have known that his Fire-type impetuousness was going to take charge there. Feeling that cock spear my rear, though...that was like nothing I’d ever felt before. It probably should have hurt like the dickens...well, it did, for the briefest of moments, but then that heat, man, it just overpowered every single other sensation aside from the feeling of stretching. None of which I was used to, and that was more the cause for my especially loud cry at that than anything else. And with those claws holding me tight, Brand was giving off his own loud cry...he must have loved it just as much as I did, maybe he’d been waiting just as long to get inside me as I had been for him.

He didn’t do anything slowly, starting to hump me hard and fast only a few seconds after hilting me. And holy hell, nothing I’d ever felt in my life had been as good as this...and it was mostly on that heat, that continual fierce burn that was entirely painless, in fact it swallowed all the pain that might, perhaps should, have been there. It was like my ass was on fire, except it was giving me life instead of threatening to take it, and never relented even a little bit...I wasn’t getting used to the heat at all, it was like my body couldn’t, it was at 11 the whole time and refused to come down. It did adjust to the stretching sensation though, that feeling becoming less prominent and what remained was more pleasure than strangeness. And the pleasure only ramped up every time he jabbed my prostate, sending a fierce surge through me and making me buck as well. I was grabbing at the ground, trying to push back, I didn’t have a reason, I just was riding a storm of feelings that I hadn’t been ready for.

Unsurprisingly, I came quickly, and I came hard. I could feel my cock shooting all over me, even see the jets fly up into the air in front of me until the splattered back down onto my chest and stomach. I didn’t have the wherewithal to try to grab myself and point it away or something, my hands were clawing at the dirt and unwilling to change their focus. How Brand managed to keep thrusting steadily through my writhing, I have no clue, though I did feel those claws slip and nick me a couple times. Nothing bad - claws that hot auto-cauterize, I’d learned that from experience as well, and what pain there might have been from it was fully overpowered by the continued pleasure, which failed to relent all throughout my orgasm.

I had only just settled down when I heard Brand call out, and then HE began to cum...and fuck, if I thought it had been hot before, his seed felt like a volcano was erupting directly into my bowels. Each pump squirted deep, searing indelibly into my innards, almost like they were branding me and I would have welcomed whatever mark they left. Unlike his cock, though, the heat from his cum cooled off a lot faster - as soon as it was ejected from the Charmeleon’s body, it was dulling down, leaving less intense but still not insignificant heat. Each shot left a nugget of warmth deep inside me, which combined together were the coals of a fire that burned comfortably within even after he had nothing left to give.

I was laying there, panting hard, barely able to move...it was just so much that it had taken it all out of me. I could see Brand panting too, smoke billowing from his mouth and nose...he looked like he’d had a nice workout himself, but at least he was still upright. Until he fell forward, catching himself on his hands just before landing on me...I yelped a bit as I felt something else hot and wet against my chest and stomach. Brand was licking me, lapping up the cum I’d shot out onto myself...I could feel a blush rise as I saw him go to town, slurping up my seed with grunts and moans like it was ambrosia to him. He didn’t stop until I’d been licked clean, by which point his dick had softened and slipped out of me, leaving only the warmth of his seed inside me and the warmth of his body outside.

For the first time since he was a Charmander, I felt Brand slump onto me and cuddle up to me. Quiet murrs were coming from his muzzle as he closed his eyes, squirming a bit like he was trying to mold his body into mine. A bit heavier than I remembered, but I wrapped my arms around him and held him close as I felt myself drift back off, too. It had all happened so suddenly, I didn’t really have many thoughts before I slipped back into slumber...only a lot of happiness and contentment.

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I awoke again only after the sun was well into the sky. Brand had apparently gotten up before me, as he was no longer laying half on top of me, allowing me to sit up and stretch my weary body. I could still feel some of the effects of that exertion and that sexual surprise...tired, but a good kind of tired, and still kind of warm on the inside. All so sudden, but I was happy...nothing ever happens quite the way you expect it, but this had been a very fine happening as far as I was concerned.

Brand showed up again a couple minutes later, with some berries he’d harvested, grinning widely. Clearly, he too was happy about how things had gone down. I accepted the offered berry and ate it quickly - definitely felt the hunger, I guess sex builds an appetite.

Once we were both sated, I looked at Brand. “So...how long have you been sitting on wanting me like that?”

Brand looked away, a bit embarrassed. He made a few non-committal gestures, but I got the picture - he’d been wanting it for a while too.

“It’s fine...I didn’t say anything either, so I think I know why you didn’t. Certainly wasn’t expecting it to happen that way, though...guessing it was the smells all around?” He nodded. “Should’ve figured...well, I’m sorry it took so long for us to realize how we both felt, but now we know, so it doesn’t have to be an issue anymore. But did you really have to wreck my underwear? I don’t have a ton of those, you know.”

He just snorted and waved dismissively. I guess I shouldn’t have expected a Pokémon to have much understanding of or interest in clothes. I’d have to make sure that didn’t become a habit, though, or I’d find myself out of duds quickly. And on that note...I couldn’t seem to find my bag anywhere. “Brand? Do you know where my stuff is?”

Brand charred affirmatively, poking a claw upwards. I looked up...oh, that blasted lizard. My bag was hanging from a tree, stuffed with all the clothes I had left. And I was definitely not a climber.

“...You devil. Are you trying to hint at something?”

Brand snickered, but then his expression turned a bit more serious. He started chattering, and making numerous motions with his arms. I wasn’t entirely clear on what he was trying to get at at first, but eventually I picked up on the way he was pointing to my head, and then his mouth. After a moment, it clicked.

“You...want us to, uh, get frisky until...we can talk?”

An eager, vigorous nod. Now it was becoming clear...he thought that us screwing would be enough for us to have that ‘bond’ that was needed for us to understand each other properly. Either that or he wanted an excuse I might buy to rut me silly for several days until I finally had to shut it down. And if that was the case, I decided I was fine with that. “I don’t know if it works that way, bud...but you know what? I’m game to try to find out.”

I couldn’t help but smile at the way his face lit up. Well, maybe he was on to something...already we were closer than we ever had been before, and reinforcing that new link between us certainly would help made for a very strong bond. Whether it was enough for us to break the communication barrier or not, it would certainly change our lives for good.