Theodore awoke bright and early the next morning, still hugging Matchstick. He'd been afraid of camping out on his own, but having a pokemon with a burning tail had made it much easier. Getting a fire going to cook them dinner had been a snap, and his charmander acted like a night light to help him sleep in the dark clearing they'd stopped in.

"Mmmm, good morning Matchstick, did you sleep well?" Theo asked with a yawn and a stretch. Matchstick nodded vigorously before jumping on top of the chubby munk and licking his face happily, making him giggle. Together they broke camp, putting away the pillow and sleeping bag that Simon had gotten for him for their journeys, stuffing them into his backpack with a little struggle.

"Well… I dunno what we should do today." Theodore said honestly. "But hey, we may as well wander and explore, right?"

Matchstick nodded, puffing out a few little billows of smoke before hopping right up into Theodore's arms. "Heheh. That's what I thought. We'll eat a little later, I promise." Theo said, tucking Matchstick's fiery tail under his arm so the tip would be out the way.

He was on route 9, a lengthy stretch of land that was shaped and bordered by a small, almost mountainous natural maze. Most of yesterday was spent traveling, of course. But, as they were walking by the grass, Matchstick had started to stare at the taller patches intensely.

Turns out, there were a LOT of other pokemon just laying in wait, mostly Mankey and Rattata it seemed. Theo would have walked on by, but the look on Matchstick's face reminded him. He was a trainer. And pokemon were naturally inclined to battle one another. So, reluctantly, Theodore did.

To his surprise though, Matchstick was as much a battler as he was a friendly face. The little Charmander's battles were fierce, and he even ignored Theo's orders once or twice. Nonetheless, the other day's events had Theo a little more used to seeing Matchstick fighting.

Today, however, felt different. The grass was rustling, but Matchstick didn't pounce as he normally would. A loud 'pleep!' sound made Theodore perk a little, reaching in his pocket to retrieve his pokedex; the source of the sound. Opening it up, the display simply read "Trainer Nearby". Theodore tilted his head until, from within the taller grass, someone approached.

He couldn't have been much older than Theo was. But, when their eyes met, a grin came to his face. "Hey! You wanna battle?" He offered simply.

"O-Oh! Well, uh… this is kinda my first time… battling." Theodore admitted, scratching the back of his head sheepishly. "Can you go eas-" he stopped himself mid sentence. A trainer wouldn't ask that… right? "I mean… er, yeah! Let's do it!" He said with a firm nod. "C'mon Matchstick!"

Instantly, the Charmander was at his side again, tail swishing around rapidly as the little flame bloomed brightly.

Smiling, the other trainer produced a pokeball from his belt. "Awesome. Let's go, Geodude!" He called, throwing the ball upwards as it opened, releasing the stony creature from within.

Theodore stared at it in awe. It didn't take a genius to know he was at a disadvantage. Heck, he had heard Simon ranting about type matchups for the longest time. He gulped, but a loud beep from his pokedex stole his attention. He opened it up, eyeing the display screen.

'Geodude, the Rock pokemon' the voice rang. 'It uses its arms to steadily climb steep mountain paths. It swings its fists around if angered.'

"Okay… let's do this." Theodore said, taking a deep breath. "Ready, Matchstick?"

"Char!"

"It's your first battle, so I'll let you have the first move. Charmander's faster anyways." The other trainer said.

Nodding his head, Theodore opened up the pokedex, scrolling through it until he landed on the page for Matchstick. "Okay… let's see… Use Smokescreen!"

Immediately, Matchstick tossed his head down, releasing a thick cloud of dark smoke that surrounded the impromptu battlefield. The amount that was produced even made the two trainers step back so they could still somewhat see. "Now get in close and use Scratch!" Theodore called out.

Within the smoke, Matchstick moved around with ease, dropping down to all fours as he ran up to the Geodude, claws glowing a brilliant white that shone through the cloud, swinging them hard onto Geodude's stony surface. Though it groaned in pain, it didn't seem to take on much damage.

"Geodude, use Rock Polish." The trainer ordered calmly. With a grunt, Geodude obeyed, crossing its arms over its face as a wave of white light washed across its several times. "Now use Tackle!"

Matchstick didn't have the time to react, grunting as Geodude collided right into him, launching him backwards outside of the smoke cloud. The Charmander landed on his back with a grunt, wincing visibly as he got back to his feet, growling. Theo almost ran to his side, but Matchstick whipped his tail firmly, the fire growing just a little before he launched an Ember right into the smoke.

The attack landed. The force from the flames making impact caused the smoke to clear up some, revealing Geodude guarding itself from the fire. Though a burn was noticeable along the right arm, the Geodude stood firm. "Let's finish this quickly!" The trainer ordered. "Geodude, Rollout!"

"A-Ah! Matchstick, use, uh…" Theodore looked to the pokedex again. "Use Leer!" He called out. The order caused Matchstick to look at Theo in confusion, but he obeyed anyways.

When he did, though, Geodude rammed clean into his belly, bowling him over and dashing on by, leaving Matchstick groaning on the floor. Before Theodore could even give a command, Geodude had begun to roll right back, faster this time.

Growling, Matchstick turned in time to see the oncoming target. That tail flame began to flare up like mad, growing more and more until it was about the same size as his body. An orange aura had surrounded the Charmander now, and he bared his fangs at the Geodude barreling towards him. Matchstick took a step back, breathed in deep, and heaved out one large ball of orange flames, aiming it right for Geodude.

This time, when the attack landed, Geodude teetered noticeably, almost falling over as the flames coated its body. But, nonetheless, Geodude's attack still collided. Matchstick's aura faded away, and he ended up flying backwards. Theodore had to move fast to catch him.

"Oh gosh, Matchstick! Are you alright?!" Theodore squeaked as he cradled his partner close. To no avail, the Charmander stayed still.

"Yeesh… hey. He'll be alright, he's just fainted." The trainer said. He returned his Geodude, then walked over to Theo's side to pat his shoulder. "Look, ya battled good, but… Well, Geodude's just defensive. And strong against Fire types. Now, if you wanna get him back to his feet, there's a secret spot not too far from here. It's kinda halfway towards Lavender. There's a nice hot spring that'll get him back to his feet in no time."

Theo looked up at him, nearly teary eyed. But, he just nodded quickly and looked away. "Y-Yeah. Thanks… you did real good too. Your Geodude's really tough!"

Smiling, the trainer just nodded. "Now then… I did win the battle, so I'll need to see your dex real quick."

"Almost 1000 just for losing a battle? Jeez… Being a trainer's tough." Theo huffed, looking at his remaining funds.

He had returned Matchstick to his pokeball to keep him safe, and was now wandering through the trees. That other trainer had told him the spring was around here somewhere… hopefully he hadn't lied.

Theodore almost thought it was a lie until he noticed his vision wasn't as clear. There was steam hanging around the trees now, and it only seemed to get thicker the further in he went. "Don't worry, Matchstick. We'll have you better in no time." He says softly to the pokeball.

Continuing along his path, Theodore soon found a little cabin. Next to it was the hot spring, constantly pouring out steam that was almost too thick to see through. He looked on warily. Maybe someone really did live here…?

'For Matchstick.' Theodore thought, steeling his nerves as he went straight to the front door, knocking at it.

And… no one answered. Even when he knocked again, not a single sound came from the cabin. But a fresh hiss of steam drew his attention to the neighboring hot spring. Theodore was over there in a hurry, nearly falling over as he kept himself balanced. "Gah! I hope you don't mind, but I gotta help my partner! We were in a battle and-"

"Koal."

"...Excuse me?" Theodore peered through the steam, eyes squinted as he just barely made out the shape of… a turtle? The first thing Theodore was able to make out was the dark shell on its back, parted with glowing red sections. The rest was a reddish brown with black bands on each leg and its neck. Those eyes, even closer, just seemed to be staring right at him. Theodore opened his mouth to say something, but the turtle just nodded and turned away, slowly trudging back into the trees.

"Uh, thank you? Oh! Wait, I gotta scan you, please!" Theo fumbled to get his pokedex out, but by the time he had it opened, the turtle was gone. All he managed to get was its image. "Oh… well, thanks anyway…" he mumbled, looking over to the hot spring. Steam still rose from its surface. "Okay then… c'mon Matchstick, you're gonna be fine."

…...

"I'm sorry about the battle… I froze up." Theodore says.

He was resting in the heated water with Matchstick in his lap. As soon as the little lizard had touched the water, he woke up. But now he barely looked at Theodore. Even as he sat in Theodore's lap.

"I-I didn't know what to do, okay? I promise I'll do better next time. We just… gotta get stronger. We'll get there!" He said. Matchstick looked back at him then, and Theodore felt a little wave of relief as he noticed the slight smile that was on his Charmander's face.

"Yeah… Just you wait. One day, we're gonna… uh… well, I dunno yet, but we'll have fun." Theodore said, cupping his hands so he could gather up the water, bringing it to wash on Matchstick's belly. As his hands trailed over the spot, though, the fire type let out a soft growl.

Theodore looked at him with confusion. A second rub to the stomach made Matchstick squirm and growl, wagging his tail a little as he pushed himself closer to Theo's paws. "Heh… you like that, huh? I don't blame you. Feels pretty good when I do it, at least." Then, an idea came to Theodore. "Hey… I know what'll really make you feel better." He says. "I do this with my brothers all the time, so I think you'll really like it."

Matchstick watched with confusion, but he ended up scrambling to stay up as Theodore lifted him up on his knee. "Charr…" he bit his lip as Theodore began to move his paws down lower. From his belly, to the spot in between his legs. He looked wary, but having Theodore's cheek against his own made him relax.

"There ya go, little guy. Just let me help." Theodore encouraged.

The Charmander had a slit that had started opening up as soon as Theo's soft fingers rubbed on it. Once he felt a finger brush at the inner parts of his slit, Matchstick's hands bolted down, a heavy blush on his face. Theodore didn't stop, though, fingers lightly caressing at the soft skin within. Despite Matchstick's constant squirming, he ended up getting hard rather fast.

From that slit rose two shafts, deep red in color and both tapering off to a gentle tip. Each was probably four inches long, and bore slight ridges towards the middle.

"Wow… Not bad, Match." Theodore praised, poking one of those lengths. "And you've got two of em! That must be awesome."

Matchstick closed his eyes and pouted, but when Theodore grabbed his left shaft he ended up moaning out loud, tossing his head back. Theo just barely dodged getting a headbutt, but he smiled at his pokemon anyway. "Let's make these feel good." He said, grabbing hold of the other shaft as well. Without skipping a beat, Theodore held them both together and started to stroke, starting at the base and going upwards.

Theo smiled as he felt those cocks pulsating in his grip. "Very good, little guy. Get as hard as you can." He encouraged, humming sweetly as he kissed the soft scales of Matchstick's neck. "I do this a lot with my brothers… so it must feel good for you too, right?"

Sure enough, Matchstick let out a low growl of a moan, slumping fully against Theodore as he spread his legs apart as much as he could, both shafts on full display while they dribbled with precum. It was hot to the touch when it dripped on Theo's fingers, but not unbearable. Just as hot as the water was, really.

Theodore bit his lip, finding himself grinding a little on Matchstick's rump. "Aah… Gosh you're really warm." He mumbled, resting his head on Matchstick's shoulder now.

"Char, cha-aaar!" Those hands were doing wonders. The first of this sort of pleasure the charmander felt. Matchstick even had his tongue hanging out at this point, his cocks drooling freely within the soft, steady grip. Whenever his bases were touched, the stuff squirted out harder, splashing softly in the water. The ridges, though, had Matchstick nearly roar when they were touched.

And Theodore noticed that. He moved a hand away, putting it atop Matchstick's soft belly while the other continued to caress those cocks, fapping them over the ridges again and again while he rubbed slow, gentle circles on the charmander's tummy. In response, Matchstick his teeth firmly, baring those fangs as his tail started to wag about. He even gave a timid little buck forward. Not only to increase the pleasure, but to also get his belly even closer to Theodore's hand.

"Mander… chaar…"

"Ya know… I think you're just about hard enough now." Theo says as he moves Matchstick over to the edge of the spring. Before he could whine from the lack of attention, Matchstick's eyes widened as Theodore laid over the edge. No surprise there.

Simply put, Theodore had a fat butt. Big, rounded cheeks that swayed and jiggled slightly with each movement he made, covered in the same short fuzz as the rest of his body. And when he reached back to spread them… something clicked for Matchstick. The moment he saw the slightest hint of pink, he was raring to go.

Before Theo could even finish saying "Hop up", Matchstick had clambered out the water and pounced on top of him. But he just… stayed there. Even with his arousal at peak, he didn't do a thing.

"Uhh… Match? You're supposed to put it in." Theodore said simply. Still, no movement from the fire type outside of the constant throbbing of his dicks.

"...Char?"

Theo rolled his eyes then. "I see, I see. Here, let's try something else." With that, Theodore sat up. So fast, that Matchstick let out a yelp, being squashed beneath the weight of Theo's heavy butt. He looked to his trainer with a worried blush, but dissolved into more moans as Theo started to wiggle.

The movements were to get both of Matchstick's cocks pointing up, but Theodore enjoyed the sensation of stiff, throbbing flesh against his soft butt either way. Moving them around, feeling the way they glided in between his cheeks, and that pre that just left him slick as oil just sent waves of pleasure up Theodore's spine. As soon as one of the tips touched his hole, though, he had to stop, peeking back at his partner. "Aaah… you feel that? Gah, that's where you're gonna put it, okay? Watch."

With that, Theodore bit down on his lip as he slowly took one of those cocks in. It wasn't too much of a challenge for him to sink on down, but Matchstick was growling and even roaring in bliss throughout it all. Theo gave a few slow bounces, his paws resting on top of his belly as he rode on that shaft. While he did that, Theo brought his hand up, sniffing at the pre that still clung stubbornly there.

"I wonder…" Theodore licked up the stuff quickly, letting it rest on his tongue to savor the taste. It was… spicy. Not to an overwhelming degree, but a hidden sweetness danced along his tongue as well. Almost like cinnamon, really. Either way, Theodore didn't waste a single drop of the stuff.

"Mmm… Oh, well, that's what ya do, big guy. Just move your hips and it'll feel awesome. Try it." Theodore ordered as soon as his hand was cleaned, slowing his little bounces and crouching back down onto all fours.

Matchstick whined, but quickly found his way back on top of Theo's body. This time, when both of his cocks met Theodore's beckoning hole, he immediately thrust his hips forward. With arms and legs clinging tightly to his trainer, Matchstick's tail was swishing around like mad as he began humping away at him.

"Aaahh~. Oh, oh yeah, Match… that's the way to do it~" Theodore praised, resting his head on his arms as he took it. Sure, it wasn't the size or girth he was used to, but it was something that felt good. Plus hearing how his little Charmander moaned was just cute!

Every thrust had his tail swish, the flames crackling away as he clung even tighter. Matchstick's maw stayed open in a constant stream of moans, gently hooking his claws for a better hold. Hearing the praise only fueled his fire, making it burn just a bit brighter as he plowed into that soft hole as fast as he could manage. The action caused a soft, wet smack each time their bodies met, and it wasn't long before the flow of precum had returned.

Theodore grabbed at the grass, rocking his hips forward as he moved a hand between his legs. "Very good boy, Match… just keep that up." He instructed, grabbing hold of his dick and massaging it. "Yeaaah… you can be a lil rougher too." He encouraged with a shake of his hips. If this really was Matchstick's first time, chances are he wouldn't last too much longer. The way his shafts were pulsing was almost telltale; the little fire type was getting close.

"C'mon, b-big guy… let it all out." Theodore cooed, egging on his partner by bouncing his rear into Matchstick's wild pounding. "Don't hold any of it back!"

Sure enough, that extra encouragement did it. Matchstick tensed up, his body trembling as he rutted into Theo's jiggly ass a few more times before hilting in. He tossed his head back and moaned at the top of his lungs. With that moan, not only did his first load of cum begin spurting out, but he also released a steady stream of embers straight up in the sky, weakly bucking his hips throughout the whole ordeal.

Theo gasped at the first few shots. The actual jizz was much hotter than the pre, but the force of the spurts had him ducking his head down. Thankfully, that extra surge of pleasure was enough to bring Theodore into his own orgasm, his hand still pumping on his shaft as he milked himself, shooting out his sticky white munk spunk right into the grass below.

By the time afterglow struck, the two of them were panting heavily. Theodore laid down in the grass, but Matchstick ended up slumping backwards, falling right on his back. Even after orgasm, his shafts stayed out and presented, slowly softening back to normal.

"Hoo… Good gosh, Match, you really filled me…" Theodore mumbled. He could feel the stuff sloshing about in him as he moved, making himself sit up so he could pick up Matchstick, setting him in his lap. "Very good boy… That's how you have fun." Theo praised, gently rubbing on Matchstick's belly. "But we did just make a mess… we're gonna have to wash up again. I think it's starting to leak out."

"Chaaaar…"

After another bath, and maybe some light touching, the two were back on the main path. Matchstick walked happily at Theo's side, staying rather close to him. Theodore was eating at a few Oran berries he got from that house. Turns out, no one was inside, but it sure was stocked with food and drinks and all that. So… Theodore took what his bag could carry.

Route 9 was behind them now, and a turn south had put them on route 10. It was about midday now.

After leaping down a ledge, Theodore spotted a Pokemon Center in the distance. A quick check of his pokedex's map showed a cave was up ahead and beyond it, Lavender Town. "You up for this?" He asked, crouching down to show the map to Matchstick.

The Charmander just nodded, the flame of his tail burning bright with determination. Theodore smiled at that. "Well? Let's go!"