The next morning I woke to Jekyll sitting on my lap, licking my face as his pungent breath filled my nostrils, and I threw him off, gagging at the smell and shooting him an annoyed look. He just stared at me happily, and I ended up smiling back, waking up Viktor and heading out, determined to get to Petalburg today. We stepped onto the route, progressing carefully through the tall grass. I trained Viktor and Jekyll against wild pokemon for a few hours, getting Jekyll used to battling as well as powering up Viktor. I decided to continue progressing towards Petalburg. As I rounded a corner, a small child ran up to me, kneeling to catch his breath before taking a battle stance and pointing at me
"You're a trainer aren't you?" he shouted at me, taking a pokeball from his belt and shoving it in my face "Battle me!" he shouted, opening his pokeball and letting a Zigzagoon pop out, it also taking a battle stance. I sighed, remembering that most of my opponents along the way were going to be children. "Go on, Viktor, go get 'em" I smiled at him, the tiny bird pokemon waddling confidently in front of me, taking a ready stance. "It's a battle!" the child shouted confidently, pointing at Viktor and commanding his pokemon. Viktor took the hit, only stumbling slightly as he prepared to attack himself.
"Use ember, Viktor" I commanded, watching the tiny ball of fire fly at the Zigzagoon. I was almost horrified, however, when the Zigzagoon was flung backwards, flying several feet before landing, knocked completely and utterly unconscious in one shot. The child ran frantically after his fainted pokemon, crying as he held it's limp body. Feeling incredibly awkward, I quietly left, tiptoeing away from the wailing child. "I guess we trained a little too much, huh Viktor?" I said, looking down at the tiny Torchic, who was walking with a sort of strut, seemingly pleased with his own victory. "Not that you seem to be bothered by it" I chuckle to myself. "I think I'll use you if we run into any more young trainers" I said, looking at Jekyll, who was walking slightly behind Viktor. He cocked his head at me, nodding and panting as he bounced around. I smiled at the pair of them, trekking on through the route.
Luckily, I managed not to run into any more trainers for the remainder of the route, continuing to train Viktor and Jekyll along the way. We were all tired once we reached the town, and we headed quickly to the pokemon center for some food and rest. The next morning I decided to stop by the local gym, figuring I was ready after the crushing defeat of the trainer on route 102. I stepped into the large white building, seeing a chubby man in suspenders and a bowtie move towards me. "Here to challenge the gym?" he asked, smiling. I nodded, and he held out his hand. "I just need to see your previous badges" he said, still smiling. "Previous badges?" I asked quizzically, "This isn't the first gym?"
The man shook his head, "This is actually the fifth. Don't worry, everyone gets it confused" he said still smiling. "I will say though, I didn't expect someone of your age looking to challenge the first gym". I looked down, slightly embarrassed, "There were extenuating circumstances, I actually only began my pokemon journey recently". "You don't say?" he said, giving me an amused smile as he looked me up and down. "Well, just because I've never seen it doesn't mean it can't happen. I wish you luck with your journey, and hope that resolves whatever made you show up late to the party". I felt my heart get heavy for a moment, being reminded again of why I was here. I quietly thanked him and left, deciding to waste no time and to head on towards Rustboro, stepping onto route 104, Viktor and Jekyll following closely behind.
Route 104 was pretty to look at at the very least, the calm sounds of the ocean and the faint scent of salt in the air reminding me that I was on a journey, one that I should be enjoying. I perked up, training my pokemon some more, and walking along the beach. Close to the beach, I saw a small dock with a boat tied to it, a small cottage standing close by. Outside was an old man, sitting on his porch and looking out into the sea. As if he sensed my presence, he turned, smiling and waving to me. I returned his gestures, moving on my way past the cottage. As I passed, I saw a small mound of dirt with a makeshift cross at the head, and I realized it was a grave. I felt sorry for the old man, wondering if he was all alone in that cottage. I continued to think about it until suddenly I looked up at a massive forest. I looked over at an old wooden sign that said "Petalburg Woods", and then looked back at the thick mass of trees in front of me. I looked down at Viktor and Jekyll, who both gave me confident smiles. I smiled back, turning and heading into the forest. Almost immediately after entering the forest I noticed the sun was going down. Jekyll yawned behind me, and I decided to look for a place to camp. I found a small clearing a ways off of the path, setting up the tent in my backpack, Viktor and Jekyll happily walking inside. I climbed in myself, propping up my pillow and blanket and drifting off to sleep.
I woke up in the middle of the night to Jekyll whining, and I sleepily looked over at him in the tent, he was wiggling slightly, whining every few moments as he moved around. "He must be dreaming" I said to myself, and was about to go to sleep when I noticed something bright red on his belly. I panicked, wondering if he had been hurt during the day and I hadn't noticed. I climbed over to him, staring at his belly, but as I got closer my face began to grow red as I realized my mistake. The redness on his belly was not a wound, but in fact his massive red prick poking out from his sheath. My eyes fixed on it, watch it tremble and bounce as Jekyll moved around. I realized it was the first time I'd seen a penis other than my own. Before I had finished highschool, I had become aware of the fact that my sexuality wasn't limited to girls, I remember fantasizing about several members of my sports team, making sure not to let them catch me staring at them during practice. I found myself extremely curious, and before I knew it my arm was outstretched, reaching for the engorged canine cock. "What am I doing?" I thought to myself, "I'm about to touch a pokemon dick". I continued to voice my opposition in my thoughts, while my hand moved of it's own accord, grabbing hold of the red shaft and holding it in my hand. The first thing I noticed was that it was incredibly warm, the fleshy appendage warming my hand as I gripped it. The second thing I noticed was that I could feel it twitching in my hand, the blood pumping through it making it jump periodically. I hesitated a moment, but then started to move my hand over its surface, stroking the warm dick slowly, my face continuing to turn red. "What am I doing?!" I screamed internally, but I was too fascinated with the pokemon prick in front of me to stop.
After about a minute of this I stopped, realizing that Jekyll had stopped moving in his sleep. I looked over to his head, and to my shock his eyes were wide open, looking at me. I waited for him to bite me, my hand still wrapped around his shaft, unable to move. I stayed like that for a few minutes, with the two of us just staring at each other. "Why isn't he reacting?" I asked myself, "Could he be enjoying this?" I thought briefly, looking down at the Poochyena's blank stare. I decided to push my luck, continuing to stroke slowly, pumping the small Poochyena cock in my hand. As I started again, he began to wag his tail, still watching me with unmoving eyes. I felt his hips gently humping into my hand, and was blown away at what was happening. I was jacking off my pokemon, and he was enjoying it. Before I could wrap my head around this turn of events, I felt Jekyll twitch beneath be, his cock getting even warmer as he suddenly shot his load onto the tent floor, covering the area between us in thick white pokemon cum. I let go of him, dumbfounded at the situation as he lifted his leg, licking himself clean before flopping back down onto the floor, fast asleep. I stared at the puddle on the floor, once again instinctively reaching my hand forward. I dipped a finger into the warm puddle, picking up a glob of the white fluid on my finger, staring at it for a few moments. I slowly brought the finger to my mouth, popping it in and tasting Jekyll's seed. It had a bland, salty flavor, but the sensation of doing something so…. dirty, excited me and made it taste way better. I fell back onto my pillow, contemplating my actions as I once again drifted off to sleep.