Previously on Galarian Days...

Zander and Wufu report their findings to Lady Cona about their fights against the Dynamiasmas and how they plan to address the issue that they believe Elle and Turner are responsible: by being spectators at the Champion's Cup finals tomorrow. Cona gives them her rare League Card as thanks for defeating the last Dynamiasma (for now) and returns to her training, but Zander and Wufu still have to inform one more Gym Leader about the trap he could be wandering into. Enter Parcel, who happens to know enough already...

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During the flight to Wyndon, Zander had asked Wufu, "So, while we're riding to the last stop on our Tour de Galar, how did the little mushroom exchange with Klara and Avery fare?"

"How many times are you gonna keep asking me about the Isle of Armor?" Wufu complained.

"Whoa, easy there," Zander defended. "If you don't want to talk about it, you don't have to, but I thought I was gonna reach the point where you turned yellow before you got huffy."

"I just wanna get to a stopping point already!" Wufu griped. "Can't this floating bird-box go any faster!?"

"We're already here," Parcel said as the cab entered Wyndon airspace. "We just need to park somewhere first."

"Rose of the Rhodelands!" Zander quickly suggested. 

"Coming right up!"

Corviknight then soared towards the parking lot of the hotel before flapping its wings to ease the cab into a space. Once they touched down, both passengers exited the vehicle.

"Thanks for the ride, Parcel," Zander said.

"You're welcome. And here's a little something for you, as a thanks for the tip." Parcel said as he dropped a paper square that Zander caught in midair. That square was, in fact, Parcel's rare League Card depicting him with a Rookidee perched on his finger.

But before Zander could flip the card over to read the other side, Wufu was already headed into the hotel. "Wufu! Wait up! This is a crucial moment here!" 

"There's no time for crucial moments!" Wufu shot back!

With a groaning sigh, Zander pocketed the card and said to Parcel, "Sorry I can't take the time to learn more about you right now, Parcel, but I have an issue to rein in. Guess I'll see you at the finals... watching from the stands, that is."

"Sure thing, Zander," Parcel said as Corviknight flapped its wings to take off. "Sorry you won't be participating personally!"

Zander was about to bring up the open invitationals again, but the Heaven's Watchman had already flown away. So, he rushed into the hotel to catch up with Wufu, but he was nowhere to be found in the lobby. Deciding to be bold, he approached the front desk and asked, "Excuse me, but was there a yellow bear in here earlier? We're together."

"Oh, so you're the second party member?" the clerk said. "Yes, he just rented a room for two, said it was a 'personal emergency.' So, I gave him room 12B and didn't ask any questions. Upstairs, down the hall, to the right, can't miss it."

"Thank you, you've been a big help right now," Zander said before he accepted a room card and followed the clerk's directions. Sure enough, there was the room marked 12B, and he used the card to get inside. After he opened the door, he noticed the bathroom door was closed with the light on, and banged on it. "Wufu! I don't know what the damn hell your problem has been lately, but I'm starting to have it with your dismissive attitude! Now you tell me what is going on right now, or you and I are going our separate w- AAAHHHHH!!!"

It was a good thing the door to the outside was closed, because the bathroom door was opened, and there was Wufu. But what made Zander yell in shock and back away still yelling was that the bear's leggings were down, and one paw held the door open while the other was covering his exposed crotch! "Can't a bear get some peace around here!?"

"SHUT THE DOOR SHUT THE DOOR SHUT THE DOOR!!!" Zander wildly screamed, too overcome with shock and horror to listen.

Obviously not, Wufu thought as he complied with the exaggerated command and closed the door again. With the racket having killed the reason he was in the bathroom in the first place, the bear pulled his leggings back up and washed his paws, giving Zander a chance to settle down. After he turned off the faucet and dried off, Wufu announced his re-exiting with, "Okay, I'm decent now, and I'm coming out."

Wufu then exited the bathroom, only to find that Zander was sitting in a chair next to the window, using the opportunity to read Parcel's rare card, which said, "Before he was persuaded to evade the Flying Taxi profession, Parcel's very first Pokemon was a Rookidee he befriended. Said Rookidee had just been hatched in a Corviknight breeding mill for Flying Taxi worker Pokemon that Parcel was visiting at the time. Bear in mind, this was back in the days before Poke Jobs were a thing, and Pokemon could be hired voluntarily. All of these factors could have played a role in Parcel's apprehension towards the Flying Taxi business, but he has neither confirmed nor denied this."

While Zander re-pocketed the card, Wufu sat on the bedside across from the chair and said, "So... now you know why I was being so antsy."

Zander wanted to say something, but he couldn't think of what wouldn't make the situation worse.

Wufu took that as a sign to keep explaining. "Yes, what you saw was exactly what it looked like. I was performing some 'personal maintenance' on myself, and I had only stopped because I was cut short. So, I was being pissy from time to time during the 'tour de Galar,' as you called it, because I was suffering from dopamine withdrawl."

But still, Zander said nothing due to restraint.

"That's why I was sent to the Isle in the first place," Wufu continued, "so I could possibly channel that energy into something less derogatory and more productive. But, thinking back, I don't think it really helped matters much, because... I lied about not remembering how I cleared the first trial and got my gi. I attacked the Slowpoke directly and ate their tails afterwards. I only lied because I was scared of how Mustard would react to my violence... and how you would see me as."

Still, Zander held his tongue.

Frowning at Zander's lack of response, Wufu said, "Well? Aren't you going to say something?"

"Well, what can I say without souring our being together?" Zander finally said. "'Sorry I made your balls bluer than they already were, but I didn't know that you needed to jack off every so often or else you lose your common sense?'"

"Not in that tone, but anything would've done."

Zander sighed and pinched the bridge of his muzzle before saying, "Look, just... I really am sorry, but I feel like any action I take after what just happened will only make things worse."

"So... it's not me, it's you?" Wufu asked.

"Exactly," Zander said. "Tell you what, you can go back and finish up, and I'll pretend this whole thing never happened in the first place, okay?"

Wufu had so many questions to ask Zander, but the dull ache in his full bag combined with the green light he was given to finish what he started pushed them all back, so he simply nodded and said, "Sure," before he got up and walked back to the bathroom, leaving Zander alone again.

Once he was back inside, Wufu closed and locked the door again, then walked up to the toilet, lifted the seat, got down on his knees and lowered his leggings again, revealing his bear sheath and scrotum, covered in yellow fur like the rest of him. He then cupped his balls and gently laid them on the rim of the bowl, letting himself adjust to the cool sensation before he restarted his work.

Once he was satisfied, he started fiddling with his sheath, coaxing his bear penis back out of its fuzzy home until it was at full mast again. Long, slender and pink, it was then enveloped in Wufu's paw and rubbed slowly in its embrace, eventually leaking pre at the tip.

As much as he wanted to savor the tingling that resulted from his wanking, the bear's animal hindbrain told the rest of him that there was backup that needed out, overriding his sense and forcing his paw to rub faster and his hips to lightly thrust, threatening to throw his topazes off of their alabaster perch. Eventually, they finally heaved their contents through his dick, making it spit ropes of bear seed that splashed into the bowl, with some of them making dives into the water.

Breathing lightly, Wufu let the relief of his balls wash over him, but the relaxation of his muscles made his dick release another fluid into the toilet: urine. The yellow liquid flowed into the water, rinsing out his urethra for seven seconds before the stream ebbed out and his penis shrunk back into its cover of fuzz. A quick shake to flick any drops off, and the bear got up, redressed his waist, wiped off any misses with toilet paper, then flushed and re-washed his paws.

Meanwhile, Zander took advantage of Wufu's absence to see what was on TV, settling on live footage of the Champion's Cup in Wyndon Stadium before laying down on the bed. But halfway through the second-to-last match, where both Trainers were down to two Pokemon each, something was nagging at the wolf's body...

He had to go tinkle.

A click suddenly made Zander's ears perk up, and he pivoted his head to see Wufu come out of the bathroom. "Okay, my turn!" As the bear sauntered out, the wolf briskly walked in, and the bathroom door was once again closed and locked. As the seat was still up, he simply shoved his pants and underwear down, and aimed his sheath at the water in the bowl before a stream of urine poured into it. As he pissed, Zander thought back to when he was aggravated and took it out on Wufu during their travels, and said to himself, "Huh. Maybe he's got a good idea or two for him going."

Waiting until the flow faltered, Zander decided to follow Wufu's example and fiddled his own penis out of his sheath. Beginning to lipstick, he used one of his paws to support himself on the wall behind the toilet, and the other to keep fapping while his red rocket was directed into the bowl. The resulting tingles kept getting him harder and redder, until his knot was eventually uncovered.

Remembering his previous moments of southern exposure spurred him on as he picked up the pace: when he let his sheath out in the open to take a leak, when he got himself off to help him go down for bed, that time when he sucked off his Snorlax, Serta-

That was the moment his balls ejected his wolf seed through his canine cock, squirting it into the yellowed toilet water and making Zander pant in pleasure as he came. Eventually, his orgasm was punctuated with a few dry throbs, followed by a trickle of more urine. Once his urinary passage was completely devoid of fluids, he shook his deflating dick free of any hanging drops, pulled his underwear and pants back up to let it retreat into his sheath in privacy, then flushed away the sordid affair and washed his paws before he rejoined Wufu in the bedroom.

The yellow bear had kept the TV on, but the volume had been turned down while his eyes were closed for a nap in his afterglow. Since the room only had one bed, Zander gently sat down on one side and softly said, "Hey."

"Mmm?" Wufu muttered, still half-asleep.

"Room for one more?"

"Mm-hmm," Wufu answered as he scooted over to make room for Zander to lay down next to him. Suddenly, the wolf rolled over on his side to face the bear, snaking one arm behind Wufu's back and draping the other over his tummy in a makeshift hug.

"Sorry again for earlier," Zander said softly.

"Mm, no problem," Wufu said as he laid one paw on Zander's head, gently stroking him. "If anything, I should be sorry for earlier."

"Apology accepted," Zander said during the petting with a sleepy smile, "if I'm also forgiven."

"Deal," Wufu said, and both bear and wolf went silent as they let drowsiness take over in their current positions, comfortably snuggled together and oblivious to what was on the hushed screen...

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The dust was clearing from the vicious impact both Pokemon suffered, and when the center of the field was visible... both of them were sporting spiral eyes, unconcious on the ground!

"By Arceus' golden wheel, a draw!" the announcer shouted in astonishment. "It's a draw! Who could've seen this coming!?"

As Elle was watching from her personal, private room in the Stadium, she asked herself, "Who, indeed, could have seen that coming? Not me, that's for sure." Suddenly, there was a knock coming from outside, prompting her to say, "Turner, could you get that for me, please?"

"Right away, miss Elle," Turner said before he left Elle's side to answer the door, and on the other side was Dan. "Dan, need I remind you that miss Elle is not to be disturbed during the Cup?"

"My apologies," Dan said, "but I'm afraid the Gym Leaders are onto us! One of the Gym Challengers has been meddling in your best-laid plan and destroying the Dynamiasmas since this morning!"

"Which Gym Challenger?" Turner demanded.

"Number 210," Dan reported, "but furthermore... he didn't come alone."

"Is that so?" Elle asked, having overheard. "Well, thank you for telling us that, Dan. And don't worry, your employment is still viable. Now... that will be all."

After bowing respectfully to the chairperson and concierge, Dan closed the door and left in a hurry.

"Sounds like your grand master plan could be in jeopardy, miss Elle," Turner said. "Are you sure you don't want me to intervene?"

"Yes, I am sure, Turner," Elle said. "I told you, the wolf boy getting involved is part of the plan. Okrrr?"

"And what of his accomplice?"

"We'll just call that happy bonus points. You see, the reason we're making the Dynamiasmas is that they're supposed to be destroyed!"

"With all due respect, miss Elle," Turner said, puzzled, "I'm afraid I don't follow."

"Not to worry," Elle said as she held her Dyna Perfume bottle in her left hand and her Dyress Up Key in her right. "All will be publicly revealed tomorrow during the finals, when all of the pieces finally come together..."

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