Disclaimer: I don't own Pokemon, although I do own several of the games. And I'll get to my other fic soon. I got hit by my personal Muse and was inspired to write this.

Bears and Their Compatriots Part One: Ricky
by Ore-kun
aka ferricflame
aka Slash4life

Prologue
Interview

Name's Richard. Just call me Ricky. I'm not sure why you wanted to interview me, of all the bears in this town. My track record is far from astounding. I was only runner-up Mr. Cub in Sinnoh, and I never even made it to the semifinals in the Sinnoh Bear Run Pokemon Tournament a few months back. I'm not especially talented or sexy; I'm just basic, average, boring…

So that's what you're going for? I guess that makes some sense. Go for the average ones, because the extreme cases just throw off statistics. My stats? Well, it would be a simple thing to look it up in the system. I'm registered through The Igloo bar here in town, as I'm sure you're well aware. For the record? Ok, well I'm 24 years old, 6 foot 2, about 280 lbs. Identify as a cub. Stop snickering, I can be a cub no matter my height. Anyway, I have a pretty broad build. Broad shoulders, wide hips. Bronze hair, and it grows everywhere. Trimmed down to a goatee right now, because I have a contest in a little while. Which, by the way, I have to get to pretty soon, so please, let's hurry. And my occupation? I work freelance, repairing buildings and ships. It's good to have a job that lets tou work with your hands, you know? Devil's plaything and all…

I register for bear events through The Igloo, as I stated before. The one in Snowpoint? Well, I haven't heard of any other bear bar called The Igloo. An igloo would be quite an oddity in a rainy town like Pastoria, or a hot one like Sunnyshore. Although I hear Voltage is a great place, great atmosphere. I hold a contest pass for several regions. I just renewed my pass for Sinnoh, as well as registered for the Sinnoh league. I'm a little behind, but I think I can manage. I hope to enter both the League Championships and Grand Festival. I have to get back to battling. It's been far too long…

My boyfriend? Well, he understands why I have to do it. He has but a Poochyena and a Buizel, and doesn't really battle with them so much as play with them, but he gets it. You meant his stats? Oh, well he's about 5 foot 7, slim build. Not really sure how much he weighs, but I'm sure he's about 170 pounds. Of course I don't ask him! Wolves tend to be very sensitive about the topic of weight. His hair is dark brown, and I love it. He only grows a slight beard, no moustache. Nice fur, trimmed short so I can still see the muscle tone on his chest. Yes, I do feel loved. He owns The Igloo Dance Club, an addition to the bar in Snowpoint. It's where the bears who also like to be queens hang out. Britney, Gaga, all the pop that no one will remember in five years. I've at least convinced him to play some Bowie and some Kendall, although I'm sure it's primarily because he likes the rather explicit way I dance to them. And then we cut to a bedroom scene, but I'll stop there. Suffice it to say, he loves my moves.

My favorite Pokemon? I guess I'm about to risk sounding like a stereotype here when I say it's my Ursaring, Gabriel. I got him as a Teddyursa when I was 8. I have always been obsessed with bears (as in the animal), and my parents picked up on that. I realized I had a passion for the gay variety of bear in my mid teens, when I realized I was gay. I came out to my father later that year, and he nearly killed me. Seriously, he nearly beat me to death. Just as I was about to black out, I saw Gabriel start to evolve. I woke up later in the emergency room, where I found out exactly what happened: Gabriel fought my father off, without hurting him (although I wouldn't have cared less if he did), gently picked me up, and ran to the ER with me in his arms. But that's another story.

Is that all the info you need? Good, because I'm late for my Contest. Here's my PokeGear number, call me if you need any more information, and thank you. Now I've gotta fly.