Over the next few days, the munks remained in Saffron. Mostly to rest and take a break from their journeys. Not much happened, outside of practice battles and sex, though that was usually saved for nighttime. Usually.

Today, Theodore was first to stir awake, still nude from the night before. He rubbed at his eyes for a bit, just to suddenly freeze up, a soft moan escaping his mouth instead of a yawn. A buzzing sound was in the air, and a familiar vibrating down below put a blush on his cheeks.

"A-Aah… I thought I…" Theodore bit his lip as he lifted the covers, only for his eyes to widen in shock from what he saw. As he expected, the plug from the previous night was in its place, but it had a constant blue glow to it now, and even seemed to be moving a little on its own.

"W-WHAT THE HECK?!" Theo bolted up, quickly tugging the plug out of himself and tossing it, panting heavily as he watched it land near the dresser.

His outburst caused his brothers to awake as well, though they were much more groggy than he was. "Theo… what's gotten into you? Tryin' to sleep." Alvin groaned.

"The plug! I dunno what happened, but it w-was-" Theodore stopped himself as he looked to the toy. The glow was gone, and it wasn't buzzing anymore. Just.. laying there. "I swear, it was moving! Honest!"

"It sounds like you just forgot to turn it off last night…" Simon said with a wide yawn, feeling around the bed for his glasses.

Theodore pouted and crossed his arms. "What? You're the one who put it in! I was all weak after you two pulled out, so I know I didn't!" He protested. "Maybe if you guys weren't slacking, you would've-"

"Uh… what's happening to the fridge?" Alvin interrupted. He was pointing over to the appliance, which had started to rattle side to side. The whole surface of it turned orange, rocking more and more against the dresser as it moved. It bounced a little and shook around, the doors opening and closing again and again, sending a chill into the room.

While the munks stared in shock, it came to a sudden stop, teetering slightly before a little horn pierced up from the top, surrounding the whole fridge in a light purple aura that shaped itself into lightning bolts.

"Simon…? Is that the ghost?" Theodore squeaked, ducking under the blankets and peeking out with wide eyes. Right as he spoke, a pair of purple eyes came into view, followed by a little mouth beneath them.

"Roootototo… Toooom!" The fridge leapt off the ground, floating midair as it opened up its doors, the chill growing more and more as it aimed itself for the three brothers.

"EVERYONE OFF THE BED!" Simon shouted. Luckily, the three of them managed to hop off the bed in time, landing on the floor right as the Rotom attacked, releasing a Blizzard right where the chipmunks once were, covering the bed in ice and snow. By the time Rotom's doors closed up, half off the room was either frozen or cold to the touch.

Theodore stared at it with wide eyes, grimacing as the Rotom laughed at them. "Th-That… was not funny! You could have froze us solid!" He nearly shouted. "You can't just spring up a-and try to attack people! And you certainly can't just put yourself in a toy!" He says, looking around. His backpack was by the door… Theodore bit his lip, watching the Rotom turn to them slowly, glaring down as its doors started to open again.

Before he could even notice, Theodore had sprung up over the frozen blanket, thankful for his fur protecting him as he slid across the bed. He dove down towards the door, landing right by his backpack. The Rotom turned itself around to face him, but by then Theodore had a pokeball fished from his bag. Growing it, he tossed the ball forward, the burst of light causing the Rotom to come to a stop.

Standing in front of Theo now was Matchstick, his fiery tail sweeping side to side. It didn't take the Charmander long to understand the situation, his flame burning brighter as he growled at the Rotom.

"Hurry Matchstick! Ember!" Theodore ordered. Matchstick obeyed instantly, his fire building more before he released the attack, firing the bits of flame right at Rotom before it could even dodge. Rotom reared back with a groan, trying to move away. "Don't let up! Keep going!"

Theodore's command rang in Matchstick's ears. He glared at the Rotom with a spiteful growl, taking in another deep breath. This time, when the attack was released, it was a twister of blue flames that clashed right onto Rotom's body, sending it flying back into the wall, crashing into it and sliding down to the floor.

Alvin and Simon watched it all happen in awe, their jaws slack and eyes wide. Theo crouched down to his bag again, pulling out a Great ball and walking boldly to the Rotom's side. "Looks like you need to learn some manners…" he said as he tapped the ball to Rotom's horn.

In a flash of red, Rotom was brought into the ball, wiggling violently in Theodore's hand. Despite this, Theo held firm, not letting it go or open up in the slightest. All until the ball let off a ding, falling completely still. Theodore looked at the ball for a while, then over to his brothers. "You guys okay?" He asked.

"Yeah… yeah, we are but… What WAS that, Theo? I've never seen you act that way before." Simon inquired. "And you didn't even need anything to help…"

"I don't need help, Simon. I'm just happy when I get it." Theodore says simply. "Uh… how are we gonna fix the room?" He asks as he looks at all the ice. "I don't think they'll let us have another room after this…"

Alvin stood, waving his hand dismissively. "Leave it to me. If anyone can persuade, it's me."

"Before we do anything… Can we get clothes this time?" Theodore points out. "I know I like seeing you guys, but we can't go out in the buff."

"Wow Theo. Prude much? What happened to the Theodore who let it all hang free?" Alvin commented, hands on his hips as he gave them a little sway, letting his soft shaft flop about freely. Simon groaned, rolling his eyes and looking away. "He's right, Alvin. We can at least try to salvage the room."

Alvin just scoffed. "Gee, thanks Simom. Let's just get a move on." He says, heading over to his bag. "So what's up next for you guys, huh? I'm on my way to Fuchsia."

"Celadon for me. I might do the gym challenge, but I'm more interested in the Game Corner for now." Simon replied, already fishing clothes from his bag. "And you, Theodore?"

"...I dunno. I've kinda just been wandering, really." Theodore replies, sitting down on a section of unfrozen bed. "Battles, sightseeing, stuff like that."

Simon looked over at him. "Well then, Theo… if you've got that Rotom to stay around for now, maybe you ought to take on Celadon's gym as well? It's a Grass oriented gym, so you should have a good advantage."

Theodore wrinkled up his nose at the thought. "I guess I can try it… but if I don't like it I'm just gonna do my own thing."

"Fair enough, Theo. Now if anyone can think of an excuse for all this ice, now would be a great time to bring it up."

Luckily, Celadon wasn't far away at all. It was well within walking distance, so after seeing Alvin's train off, Simon and Theodore made their way westward to route 7.

It was a short trip for sure, but that didn't stop any conversation at least. Simon was first to speak. He noticed how close Theodore was carrying Matchstick and…

"Theodore… I know how it's been for the past few days, but… Don't you think you might be a little too close to your pokemon?" He asked, glancing over to Theodore.

That made Theodore stop in his tracks. He stayed quiet at first, the only sound being the wind blowing through the grass and trees. He looked down at his feet, then to his Charmander, and finally to his big brother. "And what's that supposed to mean? How am I "too close" to them? I don't do anything different than what anyone else does." He said firmly.

Simon took a little step back. "Nothing, just… Wouldn't you think that-"

"Think what? I-I'm sorry, Simon, but this had better not be about doing it. You were doing the same thing as me and Alvin! And you were enjoying it! So… So I don't wanna hear you saying anything about it being bad! Cuz it isn't!" Theodore squeezed Matchstick to his chest a little. "I wish you weren't so darn weird about it! You liked it for the last few days…"

"I… I only liked it because I was under the influence of Bulbasaur's powder." Simon said defensively, taken aback by the sudden outburst. "It's the only way to reverse the effects, so if I seemed to like it it's because I was-"

"Simon stop LYING!" Theodore interrupted. "I bet that stuff doesn't even do all that! If you'd just let yourself have fun, then you'd know why it's good in the first place! I mean, c'mon! What's so weird about it when you already do it with BOTH of your brothers?"

"That… That's… That's different…" Simon said softly.

Theodore glared at Simon. "How? Pokemon understand us, and most of them are stronger than us. If they didn't want us to do it with them, they'd make it obvious. Y-You… you claim to be smart… then you should know this. Without research."

Hearing that made Simon tense up in place. He opened his mouth, but Theodore didn't stop. "You see how I was with my pokemon. If you let them do their thing, you can really get to know how they work." As much as Simon wanted to protest, he just couldn't.

"I… can't do that. You're submissive, I'm not." Simon said softly. "I'd have to be on top."

"Simon… let Bulbasaur out." Theodore spoke. "I'm gonna show you what I mean." He says as he looks around. The sight of the former underground path's entrance caught his eye, grabbing Simon's wrist and leading him over to it.

When they made it there, Theodore set Matchstick down and pat the Charmander's head. "Gonna need to get you going, little guy. We gotta show Simon how it's done." He says. Matchstick nods eagerly, his tail flaring up and swishing.

Simon watched him with a roll of his eyes. "Theo, I know how to take care of-" He went quiet. Theo's stare was strangely solid. "Er… right. Okay." With that, he retrieved the pokeball from his waist, releasing Bulbasaur from his confines.

"Good. Now, he's got that bulb on his back, so we can't get him to lay on his back. He'll have to sit." Theodore says, looking to Matchstick. "Now lay down, big guy." He said. In an instant, the Charmander was down on his back, legs spread in anticipation. "Now you, Si."

"Hmmph…" Simon crouched down in front of Bulbasaur, looking the Grass type right in the eyes. "Sit down, Bulbasaur, I have… something for you." He said.

Bulbasaur stared back for a few seconds, blinking and slowly looking to his side. Seeing Matchstick presenting himself brought a sly smile to his face, and Bulbasaur sat down, his front legs parted so his crotch wouldn't be hidden.

"Huh… a sheath. Thought he'd have something different." Theodore said with a shrug. "Now Simon, just… get him hard. Rub him like you rub yourself." Theo instructed, turning his attention to Matchstick's slit, poking his finger inside and stirring it around slowly. The Charmander's loud moan rang in Simon's ear.

"Theo… can't you just…" Simon sighed, shaking his head as he grabbed hold of Bulbasaur's sheath. "He doesn't even get completely erect. Last time I touched, he only had his tip out. It's the vines that do the work." Simon protested as his hand stroked up and down the soft sheath. Bulbasaur didn't seem to mind, keeping that same grin as he bucked his hips into Simon's hold.

"That's not what matters, Simon. You want them to feel good no matter what." Theodore said firmly, holding Matchstick in his lap now, careful of the fiery tail. Simon blushed a little, watching those twin shafts rise from their hiding spot, dribbling with fresh precum. He sighed, turning his attention back to Bulbasaur's sheath, caressing it around the opening and the tip. The tip pushed out more in response, leaking still.

Not a moment later, though, Simon felt something. Something that made him rear back a little. "Theodore, it's swollen! And not the way it should be!" He blurted out. And yet, Bulbasaur didn't seem to mind. If anything, the grass type wrapping a vine around Simon's wrist made that clear. Another quick check down below put a stronger blush on Simon's cheeks. Right beneath Bulbasaur's tip was a knot. Almost perfectly round, and somewhat firm in his grip. "This… this isn't normal…"

Looking over, Theodore perked up. "Oooo! Si, that's his tender spot! Keep rubbing it!" Theodore instructed, keeping himself busy with both of Matchstick's cocks, not minding the hot pre that dribbled down his fingers as he stroked them.

Simon sighed, but continued as instructed. Bulbasaur was rearing back a little, balanced on his hinds some as Simon's hand caressed all over his knot, coaxing the rest of that pale green shaft to arise as well. The pre that leaked from Bulbasaur had an interestingly sweet smell to it, the gentle breeze carrying it around as it billowed.

He didn't want to admit it, but… Seeing how much Bulbasaur was enjoying himself made Simon smile. Just a little bit. Something about seeing that smug face melt into a needy, pleasure filled expression was just right to him. So, Simon brought both hands to do the job, fondling and groping along that throbbing shaft nonstop, listening into Bulbasaur grunt and growl. "Heh… Good to see this thing does have a use. I was starting to think your vines did everything…" Simon said softly.

"Si, you might wanna be careful. Keep that up and you're gonna have a mess." Theodore warned, smiling a little as he watched his big brother work. At this point, he had turned Matchstick around so he could get both hands on his shafts, stroking them both at the base while he licked the tips, happy to swallow the pre they leaked. 'This got Splash to evolve… maybe the same could happen for Matchstick.' He thought in between his licks. The Charmander started to thrust his hips, his claws gently hooked in Theodore's hair for support.

It was a weird sensation, but Theodore didn't mind too much. He encouraged it, in fact. Then, an idea came to mind. With pre still clinging to his digits, Theodore brought two fingers down, right beneath Matchstick's lengths, rubbing around his hole some before poking it with a finger. Matchstick didn't seem to mind the intrusion too much. Especially with his trainer circling his shafts with that warm tongue of his.

Matchstick leaned his head back, releasing a little Ember towards the sky as he moaned in pleasure, his little hips rocking back and forth. Hearing Bulbasaur moaning like that was pretty good too. Theodore was making him arch up already, both of his lengths twitching around in his warm mouth. That finger buried in his rear though… that was taking him over. Either pushing in, drawing its way out, or curling against his walls, it made him clench down and moan louder.

Across from them, Simon had pushed the boundaries a little more. Going off what he had his brothers do to him, he worked up the courage to duck down his head, letting his tongue trace around the tip of Bulbasaur's shaft, just enough for a good coat of drool to cover it as well as the precum. Lengthwise, Bulbasaur wasn't too intimidating. Maybe a good five and a half inches. What worried him was that knot...

And yet, he'd be a bold, and quite weak liar if he were to say he wasn't erect under his clothes at this point. Theodore wasn't looking… Simon bit his lip as he raised himself back up, looking Bulbasaur right in the eyes. "Don't say this to anyone, you hear? I'll… let you be on top. But I'm still in charge." He said sternly.

Bulbasaur just waved a foreleg at him, his grin coming back to his face. Simon huffed, glancing over at Theodore again before he laid himself out on his back. Bulbasaur acted quickly, releasing three vines from his bulb. Two thick, one thin. Simon bit his lip as he watched the thicker ones wrap around his middle and lift up his shirt while still holding him up, knowing full well what the third one was for.

'You're the trainer, Simon. You're in control, even if you're about to be penetrated. There's no way it can fit…'Simon thought as he watched the thin vine make its approach, squirming a little as it coiled around his clean, pure white tights, slipping through the fly to tug them down to his ankles. But not without teasing the stiff rod beneath the bulge for a few seconds, of course. The exposure made him shiver a little, especially with Bulbasaur taking his spot between his legs.

The grass type mounted him then, forelegs laid gently on Simon's bare stomach while his shaft bobbed and twitched in anticipation. Then, a little gasp from Simon as the thin vine poked him right on his rim. It pushed its way in without a problem, wriggling like a worm before it started to swell a little. Simon bit back a moan, his toes curled against the grass below as he felt that vine getting bigger and bigger. Of course it stretched him more in the process, and that sensation almost made him squirm in place. Simon held it together though, watching Bulbasaur's face as he was spread out by that vine. He was enjoying his struggle… but that was good, wasn't it?

Simon's stern resolve broke, though, when the vine suddenly gushed inside of him. It was a cool, slick fluid that filled him up, making his eyes go wide for a moment as it flooded his hole, forcing him to clench down on the vine when it got small again. And then… it came out. The motion was slow; purposely drawn out, judging by the amused smile Bulbasaur wore. Once the tip of the vine finally popped out, Simon yelped softly as he felt some of the fluid leak out of him as well, a heavy blush resting on his face then and there.

"Saaaaur~" A second later, and Bulbasaur's cockhead met Simon's lubed and leaking hole, pushing the tip in without a problem. The knot, however… that was a challenge.

The first press made Simon groan out loud, trying to squirm away from it. As did the second and third approach. But the fourth had more force behind it, breaching his outer ring and getting that stiff knot to squeeze inside, only managing to go halfway before the rest followed suit.

Simon couldn't even bring himself to form words then, his mouth agape at the sheer feeling of fullness. And it moved in deeper each time Bulbasaur ventured forward, giving light bucks of his hips until his crotch was up against Simon's soft, fuzzy ass. Then Bulbasaur started to hump him, working that thick knot back and forth with each movement, forcing Simon to moan out loud and grab at the vines that restrained him.

At this point, Theodore was watching. He didn't say anything due to his mouthful, but he liked what he saw. Simon on bottom? That was about as likely as finding a shiny! Needless to say, Theo took in the sight happily, his rear swaying side to side as he suckled on Matchstick's left shaft, his tongue poking from his mouth to tend to the right one.

As much as he wanted to keep watching, Matchstick was getting a little antsy, thrusting faster into Theo's mouth with a soft growl escaping him. Theodore held his head steady, letting Matchstick go at his own pace for now, grabbing hold of his other shaft and stuffing into his mouth as well.

That put the Charmander over the point. With a needy whine, Matchstick had grasped Theo's hair, arching up again as his hot spunk shot out of both shafts, taking no time to fill up his mouth with the sticky stuff. As usual, Theodore let it pool up before he started drinking it down, slowly pulling off of the twin shafts so the rest of Matchstick's cum could land on his face.

"Heh. Tasty as usual, little guy! A bit spicier than normal, though." Theo praised, lightly patting Matchstick on the head as the little lizard slumped back in the grass, panting. With his pokemon satisfied, Theo turned his attention back to Simon. What he saw put a fresher blush on his cheeks.

His big brother, not only getting reamed, but moaning the whole way through. Supported by vines and holding his legs up, letting Bulbasaur pound him freely. Theo squirmed a little, reaching down to rub at his bulge as he watched the show.

"Aaah… Hmf, h-aaah… faster, Bulbasaur…" Simon groaned out, pulling on Bulbasaur's thick vines to keep himself up. That knot kept brushing at his prostate… not enough to give it a good hit, but certainly enough to keep him standing stiff as can be. He didn't even mind that Theodore was currently stroking himself while watching.

Bulbasaur heeded that order, his feet planting down to the ground as he groaned out loud, ramming himself into Simon faster. The way the chipmunk was clamping down around him had Bulbasaur in a spin, grinding his knot against Simon's walls whenever he tightened up. "Come on… you can do it." Simon's encouragement made the little grass type speed up again, his vines tightening around Simon's waist then, going at him at full force.

Now he was losing it. Simon tugged at Bulbasaur's vines again, angling the grass type up just enough so his tip was ramming right on his prostate. Each time it did, Simon's shaft gave an involuntary twitch, leaking heavily on his own belly as his body started to lock up, making him hold on to Bulbasaur for dear life. "Ooohhhhh fff… uhhn, don't stop now… almost there!"

Bulbasaur let out a strained groan, slamming himself in as deep as he could go, even perching himself atop Simon's thighs as he let out a final shaky moan.

Not only was Simon's rear being filled with that sticky spunk, Bulbasaur's vines were also dripping now. Simon bit his lip at the sensation, tilting his head back as the warmth of orgasm washed over him, his cock bobbing freely as it dumped out his load into his fur. As the mess spread both inside and out, Simon found himself lost in thought.

This was what his brothers felt… this almost welcoming warmth that turned seconds into hours. His mind spun, he felt weightless, and there was a resounding tingle all over his body. He would have stayed that way longer if it wasn't for Theodore's little squeal as he came.

When Simon came to again, cum stained his belly and a bit of his chest. Bulbasaur was laying out on top of him. Matchstick was licking Theodore's shaft clean.

"G-Gah… Theo…?" He started, sitting up a little. "Don't tell Alvin about any of this." He said, flopping out on his back, absently rubbing Bulbasaur's head with a paw.

Theo just smiled a little, peeking over to his big brother. "My lips are sealed. But you gotta recover fast before someone comes through and sees us~"

Clean up didn't take too long. Once both munks were fully dressed again, they went right on into Celadon. Though Theodore still snuck in a sneaky squeeze on Simon's butt right as they made it.

They had separated for now, though. Simon mentioned going to the local game corner for a while, after they had a quick visit to the pokemon center.

"While I'm gone, why not try and train before your first gym battle? With Matchstick and that Rotom at your side, it ought to be a breeze for you." Simon had said. It was like he didn't just get himself plowed silly…

Theo didn't have the time to agree to that before Simon was gone. So here he was now, roaming the inside of the department store, now cradling Teddi in his arms. The little bear seemed more than happy being out of his pokeball, and Theodore didn't have the heart to return him now.

"I've still got a good amount of money left over… Guess I should buy some potions…" he mumbled in thought. He was in line now. There were two others in front of him, and some more behind. Theodore started to hum along to the music that was playing overhead, swaying a little to the beat.

Then, something caught his attention. Something someone was saying behind him.

"Have you heard? There's still people going into the back of the ol' Celadon Mansion and leaving stuff behind. You gonna check it out?"

"What? No way! I heard it's some weird old guy who'll curse you or something!"

"C'mon, don't be chicken! I bet you're just scared!"

Theodore turned around in curiosity, looking up to the trainers behind him. One boy, one girl, all casual clothes. "Uhh… Excuse me? What all gets left behind, if you don't mind me asking?"

The girl, after a few seconds, cleared her throat as she eyed Theodore. "Well… if you're not too scared, little guy, y'know that tall building next to the pokemon center? Well, if you manage to get to the back entrance and climb up to the very top, there's gonna be a room boarded off from the rest of the building. I don't know for sure, but people say that sometimes there's items or pokemon left behind. Or…"

She paused, glancing over at the other trainer. "Or there's an old ghost who'll put a curse on you for breaking into his room!" She blurted, causing Theodore to flinch a little, squeezing Teddi to his chest. "Heh. If that's got ya jumpy, I suggest you grab your stuff and leave that place alone. Don't wanna chance finding the ghost, right?"

Theodore pouted a little at that, turning forward again and moving forward. 'I can go… I'm not scared! Yeah, that's what I'm gonna do!' He thought as he approached the counter.

…

Here he was… right outside that door. It was much easier to get into the back door than he expected, really. It was unlocked and everything, and the trees hiding the path to it weren't hard to get around at all. The real challenge was all the stairs…

Theo was a little out of breath as he stayed in front of the door, huffing and puffing as he stood up straight. No turning back now… He had kept Teddi out of the pokeball just in case, but the little bear could only do so much.

He took in a deep breath, steeling his nerves as he reached down for the doorknob. Teddi clung to his leg a little, peeking around and looking up at Theodore. "Ursaaa…"

"We can do this, little guy… We're not gonna be scared of some ghost!" Theodore said boldly, reaching down to take up the little bear in his arms, holding him nice and close as he opened up the door, closing his eyes tight, and pushing right inside.

When he finally opened up his eyes… He was in a regular room. A few potted plants, a table with chairs around it, a tv, everything just looked pretty normal. Resting on top of the table was a single pokeball, grown to its active state. "Uh… Hello?" Theodore called, glancing around the room a little before taking a few careful steps forward.

No signs of ghosts… Or curses or anything like that. He reached the table, keeping Teddi in one arm as he took hold of the pokeball. Nothing happened… That brought a smile to his face. "Hehe, see? I knew there wasn't anything wrong! And now we have a new friend just waiting to see us!" Theodore said with a proud smile on his face. "I gotta tell the guys about this!" He says, wiggling a little.

Teddi smiled right back, clinging to Theodore's arm and nodding. With that, Theodore marched right back out the room, shrinking down and tucking the pokeball onto the side of his bag. As he turned to close the door back, however, he let out a loud yelp as it swung shut on its own.

"RUN!" He squealed out, holding Teddi tight as he began to bolt down the stairs, rushing out of the building as fast as he could.