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[I'm not sure if you've noticed, but I always try to strike a happy bias towards logic in my logic:fiction ratio. Please let me know if anything seems illogical, as logic is one of my goals.]
[I also added a few intermediate things, let me know if they work out or not. You'll know what they are.]
[I actually don't have that much more to add, other than that i'm thankful that you take time to read these.  You guys are the reason I keep doing this, so thanks.]
[You're not here for all that important stuff, you're here to satisfy your guilty pleasure. If you've managed to juggle that..."urge" long enough to read these, then you have an unbelievable amount of self-control that I can only dream of having.]

We had been forced into staying a night at a Pokecenter, mainly due to a heavy rainstorm that lasted all night. I had been woken up several times during the night, once from the storm, once from Blastoise's chainsaw-like snoring, and once from what I assume was a combination of Charizard's weak bladder and paranoia, who tripped over my backpack on his way to the restroom. In short, I didn't-no; couldn't sleep that night. But, I still had to roll off the surprisingly comfy couch I had called my bed for the night. I opened my eyes, and looked around for a clock. Found one!-that didn't work. I sighed, "Off to a great start", I muttered to myself. Blastoise and Charizard were nowhere to be found. Knowing them, Charizard was already outside, waiting to resume our journey to nowhere (he really like travelling); while Blastoise was probably doing some dumb, irrelevant thing. I honestly can't remember why I brought him along. Anyways, I grabbed my backpack and joined Charizard outside, skipping my normal routine.

 I sat down on the stairs of the Pokecenter, next to Charizard, who was soaking up the sun like a sponge. "You're the last person I'd expect to be sunbathing." I said, half-sarcastically. "You've got heat covered, and tanning was never really your thing." He only opened his left eye, gave me a look of pleasure, then reached into my backpack in search of the map he knew I kept. He found it within 3 seconds flat, even less to unfold it. I pointed towards the top-left of the map. "We're here, just for reference." I stood up with a loud yawn. "If you'll excuse me, I have to go find Mr. Squirty-Gun while you decide where we're going." Charizard shifted his gaze from the map and stared at me, genuinely puzzled. "Blastoise." I said quietly. He nodded, and resumed his gazing at the map.
{MT: Relaxed, enjoying telling the story}
"If I was a monumentally idiotic turtle, where would I be?" I kept thinking as I searched for the bright blue...tortoise? Turtle? Not sure what the difference is. [So, turtles swim and tortoises don't. There ya go.] I started with what I thought was the most likely place-water, duh. The fountain? Nope. A lake? Not one around here for 50 kilometers. Walking (or rather floating) around the admittedly large town, I became less and less worried about Blastoise. He couldn't carry anything, couldn't set up a tent, couldn't do anything. He was, quite literally, dead weight to us. After about a half-hour of searching, I gave up and went back to meet up with Charizard, eager to get out of the town and ditch Blastoise.

I arrived with an empty stomach and no complaints, as there still was no sign of Blastoise. Charizard had fallen asleep on the steps of the Pokecenter with the map on his face. I lifted the map up, asking him if he had decided where to head. He pointed to the town South of where we were, then fell back asleep. I packed the map back up, woke Charizard up again, and we started to leave. We were almost out when we heard someone chasing us down. We both, obviously, turned around. Guess who it was?

He was panting as if he had just run a marathon, reeking of sweat and urine. "Blastoise-where were you?"...was my reluctant first question. "I... I was..." It, honestly, took him 10 minutes to catch his breath. "So, I was on the other side of town getting food and stuff." I was genuinely caught off-guard, I didn't expect him to think of that. "But, like, halfway back I really needed to p&#*. So, I dropped the bag near an alleyway and ducked into it." THAT'S why you should've ditched him. "I get, like, halfway down the alley and go to take a p&#*, but come to find out that i've got this giant ere-" I lunged towards him and held his mouth shut. "Atleast pretend like you're trying to filter around Charizard. At the least, humor me, understand?" He nodded slightly. "Ok," I said backing up, "and for future reference, we don't need to know everything that happened. Care to explain why you don't have what you got?" He gave me a look like I just spoke Greek. "You said you bought some supplies, right?" He nodded. "So, where are they?" His face lit up. "Oh, THAT stuff. Yeah, that got stolen by the time I was done."
{MT: Anxious, embarassed}
I'll admit, I might have lost my temper. In fact... I maybe, kinda, sorta---look, I got angry for little to no reason. But, we were out of the town in 10 minutes flat, everyone dead silent. It wasn't until dusk when Blastoise had figured I had calmed down. "Hey, Drill Sergeant, you mind if we take a break?", were his first words. I came to a dead stop, turning around and staring Blastoise down. "If you agree to not call me that again, sure." That was immediately followed by a sarcastic "Yes sir!" from the turtle. I swear, he's gonna be the reason I have a heart attack. I managed to tell him, "You know, i'm really struggling to find a reason that I brought you along." So, we chose to set up the camp closer to a river, and had it set up in what felt like no time flat. Charizard lit the fire, and we did what you would expect from a little camp set up in the middle of a forest. 

This part i'll own up to. I started thinking to myself, You need to take a walk. Get up, and just go for a walk. You're gonna kill Blastoise if you don't. I reached into my backpack, pulled out a bottle, excused myself, and darted into the woods, funnily enough without thinking about it. I ran (or rather aggresively floated) through the woods until I was far enough away from the camp that they wouldn't hear me, and chugged an entire bottle of whiskey. That's right. I drank my problem away. Or... atleast I thought I did, because nothing happened. I wasn't tipsy, my speech didn't slur. It had no effect. What do I do now? Ditch him? He'd just keep coming back. My stream of thought was interrupted by another stream. Th-That's a pun, if you didn't get it. "Now I gotta pee." I said to myself. So, I filled up the conveniently empty bottled and continued thinking. What other choices do you have? ...none. But how do you ditch him? Just tell him "get lost"? Leave him in a town? How would y- I stopped filling the bottle; I knew how to get even. I returned to the camp, slid the about-quarter-filled bottle back into my backpack, and joined the other two in sleeping. 

Morning rolls around and I'm surprised by the fact that I actually slept. I wasn't woken up by Charizard, or some storm, I actually slept that night. I stumble out of the tent, bearing a mild hangover from never getting drunk. The other two were still asleep, but I was up for the day. I went down to the river we set up near to try and wash up, because HYGENE IS IMPORTANT! Not long after I got in, Blastoise shows up out of nowhere, and it's at this point that I really lost it. I didn't have a problem with him seeing me, because, y'know, we... don't wear clothes. But what he did was... well... erm...
{"Come on, spit it out. It can't be that bad, can it?"}
Look, he started p$&%ing into the creek, ok? Worst part is he was upstream and he knew DAMN WELL WHAT HE WAS DOING! He looked me in the eyes, giving me the smuggest look imaginable to the power of 73, and he just stood there! Like absolutely nothing was wrong! I, of course, question if he's lost his mind while getting out. He looks at the river(s), and then looks straight back at me. His only words were, "You won't do anything to stop me, will you?" I immediately responded, "Remember what happened the last time you said that?". He said nothing, instead choosing to finish p$&%ing. I started to walk away, just like before I wanted him to think he won. I waited close enough to where I could still hear him, waiting for him to finish. The second he was done, I had charged him and pinned him to the ground.
{MT: Begins pacing around}
I'm not proud of what I followed up with, but because he was such a numb-skulled f@&#tart, I'll tell ya. He opened his mouth as if to say something; I grabbed it and held it wide open. I slid my c$&% deep in his throat, GOOD GOD hearing him gag just made it better! You've done the hardest part, now just let loose. Literally. I immediately filled his mouth with my p#&$. "A taste of your own medicine, huh f#^$er?" He, obviously, tried to push me off of him, but he couldn't! I sat there for a good minute just filling his mouth with my p#&$. Not bad, but you could do more. Cum in him. I didn't hesitate. Back and forth and back and forth, watching him slowly give up fighting back. Before I knew it, his mouth and throat were full of MY F$&#ING CUM! {MT: Yells very loudly} I'VE NEVER FELT SO ALIVE! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA-
{"Ok buddy, calm down. What happened next?"}
{MT: Out of breath from yelling}
*Clears throat* Sorry about that. Got a little...
{"Heated?"}
Yeah, lets go with that. So, anyway, after that little..."incident"... I dismounted him. He stood up, his mouth still dripping with my cum. I looked him dead in the eyes. "Get lost. Come back when you learn who's in charge." He nodded, and ran alongside the stream, back towards the town we left. All that remained was a puddle from everything he didn't swallow, which was basically everything. "I should probably wash off, or Charizard will be asking questions." I jumped back in the river, cleaned up, then returned to camp to see Charizard searching for the bottle I "filled" the night before. He found it, and almost started drinking. I ran over, and snatched it out of his hand, saying "Um... buddy... you know I use this bottle to 'go' in, right? I'd imagine it's not whatever you're thinking of." He nodded in agreement. "Oh, also, Blastoise was getting sick, so he decided to backtrack to the last city. So, we won't be seeing him for awhile, ok?" He again nodded, as we started to pack up our little camp. Finally! He's gone! From now on, just travel with Charizard. He's the only sane one you'll ever meet.