Previously on Galarian Days...

Sophia gives Zander a tour of Circhester while he struggles with a mild crisis. After dinner, he challenges Circhester Stadium, ultimately earning the Ground Badge...

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Zander walked back into the lobby, where Sophia was waiting for him. "So, Sophia, what did you think?"

"Well, first off, let me be the first to say, congrats on getting your badge count up to six," Sophia said.

"Well, thank you," Zander said. "That's very kind of you to notice."

"Second of all, I noticed you used your Sandygast to deal with the Gym Trainers easily, but it always gets knocked out during the battle with the Leader."

"I know, it- hold up a pip, there," Zander stopped. "What do you mean, always?"

"What do you mean, what do I mean?"

"What I mean," Zander started, "is that it sounds like you know about my other Gym Battles."

"Well, yeah. That's because they're broadcast on television and get recorded," Sophia said. "There's a new invention called a DVR. Have ya heard of it?"

"Those battles get broadcasted!?" Zander exclaimed.

"Well, of course," Sophia reasoned. "Haven't you seen those little Rotom drones flying all over the Stadiums' pitches?"

"...No."

"Well, they do. Now, it's already dark out, so do you want me to take you back to the hotel?"

"No, thanks, I can get there myself," Zander said. "Who do you think I am? Leon?"

As both of them exited the stadium, Sophia asked, "Okay, my turn to ask. What do you mean?"

"Don't get me wrong, that guy has his good points," Zander reasoned, "powerful Pokemon, an awesome pose everyone imitates, a close bond with his brother. But his only sour note is that his sense of direction is... oh, how to put this in appropriate terms without sounding too graphic... As stinky as a pair of poopy diapers."

"Is that really called for?"

"Isn't it?" Zander said, now on a roll. "I read in an old news article that he was scheduled for a rematch with Raihan, probably to get that victory selfie he's always grating on about, but when the Flying Taxi came to pick him up, they found Leon on top of a mountain! When the cab driver confronted him about it, Leon said 'he got a little lost.' A little lost? A Petilil looking for its Lilligant parent was a little lost. Pardon my Kalosian, but that guy couldn't navigate around a public restroom if the directions were engraved into the tiles!"

"Okay, we're back at the hotel!" Sophia cut in, pushing Zander through the entrance. "Call me when you get your common sense back!"

One slam of the door later, Zander called back, "Okay, I will!" then rode the elevator to his hotel room where he just flopped onto the bed, too tired and cranky to care about anything else. Closing his eyes, he let the plush mattress and silky covers whisk him back to the Dream World...

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Zander found himself wandering around in a forest, with clothes on this time, thankfully. He was navigating through a maze of trees and grass that seemed to repeat in a loop, and every time he felt he was getting away from a certain point... he always seemed to end up right back at it.

"Hello? Is anybody here?" Zander called out, but the response was nowhere to be heard. "Zacian? Zamazenta?"

Oddly enough, not even the balls of colored light that appeared in Zander's dreams were visible. Zander was starting to get a little anxious, and picked up walking speed through the loop maze. But the results were still the same: north, south, east or west, no matter the direction, he kept finding himself going nowhere. Stopping, he decided to try something different.

"Okay, this is obviously not working," Zander said as he picked up a rock off the ground. "Perhaps I'm stuck in a pocket loop thing that makes me disappear on one side and reappear on the other. So, if I throw this rock one way, and it comes at me from the other side, that'll prove it." As soon as he threw the rock, it came back and hit him in the back. "AIPE!" He then threw the rock again, and it came back and clipped his calf that time. "OW!"

"Ah-HA! I thought so!" Zander said triumphantly. Suddenly, he got an idea. "So, if this is a pocket loop, I wonder what would happen if I did... this!" He walked sideways to one end of the pocket and looked the other way, until he found half of himself on the other side. "Hey! Over here!" one half called to the other. That half turned his head to show there was another side of it!

"What is it?" that Zander said. The other Zander couldn't believe what he was seeing: the loop pocket had somehow split the Wolfen Knight of Galar into two Zanders; one cyan, one magenta!

"Whoa!" the magenta Zander exclaimed. "I'm twins!"

"Amazing," the cyan Zander remarked.

Both Zanders then approached each other, and introduced themselves. "Hi, I'm Zander," they both said at the same time. "So am I! Wow, what are the odds?"

"Tell you what, maybe we should have nicknames for each other so we can tell each other apart," the magenta Zander said. "I'll go with... M. Zander."

"Then I shall take... C. Zander," the cyan Zander said. "Now with that formality out of the way, how are we going to get out?"

"I have an idea," M. Zander said, "but it'll take both of us."

"Good idea," C. Zander said, and both wolves walked up to a side of the pocket loop and held their paws out. 

"One... two... THREE!" On three, both Zanders pushed on the walls of the pocket, pressing hard. Suddenly, the pocket seemed to stretch wider and wider, pushing the two Zanders further and further away from each other.

"It's working!" M. Zander said.

"Keep pushing!" C. Zander said.

Oddly enough, the top of the pocket started to rip, letting some yellow light leak through. More pushing made the rip get longer and longer until eventually...

CCCCHHHHHEEEEEERRRRRRRRTTTT!!

With the pocket now destroyed, M. Zander and C. Zander no longer found themselves in a forest, but now they were in some empty field, populated by Gigantamax Pokemon... or, what looked like them. They actually resembled dresses more than Pokemon, but their designs were similar.

"Where are we now!?" M. Zander demanded.

"Looks like some kind of fashion show for giants," C. Zander guessed. Suddenly, the dresses had shadows wearing them, looking down on them both. All of them lunged at them-

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Zander woke up with a start and saw that the light in the room was still on, but it was still dark out. He felt himself and saw that there was only one of him again. "Whoa... that was some crazy dream. Wonder what it meant-" But he didn't have time to dwell on that, because his stomach suddenly started hurting! "Ooohh... oh, I don't think all that food I ate wants to be in me anymore!" Zander got off the bed and waddled over to the bathroom, shutting and locking the door behind him. "Oooohhh, the buildup's about to breach the perimeter!"

Quickly rushing to the toilet, Zander shoved his pants and unders down and landed his butt onto the seat. At that instant, his hole opened wide enough to force a thick, brown turd out of his body and into the shallow pool of water. Groaning his relief, Zander kept pushing out the waste that softened as it came out, going from brown snake to soft, plopping sludge. Realizing that the back door wasn't his only exit, he quickly used two fingers to push his sheath down and angle it into the bowl just as the tip spewed a stream of urine that trickled down the inside of the toilet and mixed with the contaminated liquid.

Another cramp in his gut told Zander he wasn't done yet. His poor ass was about to fire off another round, and three seconds later, it did... in liquid form. Whether it was the seafood from the Captain's Table, the sweet curry he made in Glimwood Tangle, or the steak at Bob's Your Uncle he couldn't say, but diarrhea came out of his hole and swished into the toilet, renewed with subsequent cramps that made more gush out.

Finally, his dump was punctuated by a deep fart, and Zander had tears coming from his eyes. He reveled in the relief that washed over him for half a minute before he unrolled 4 squares worth of toilet paper to fold and wipe himself. Once he was satisfied with his work, he dropped the finished paperwork into the bowl and stood up to flush down his torment. After the water was clean again, he pulled his underwear back up but left his pants on the floor and washed his paws at the sink before exiting the bathroom and shutting off the bedroom light.

"Whew, that was a close call," he said before turning on the vent to air out the stink. "Why do the things I like eating not like me back?" Sauntering back to the bed, he laid back down and sprawled himself out on his back... then looked down at the tent he was pitching in his briefs from the massage his prostate got. Seeing a box of tissues on the nightstand, he grabbed three and stacked them on his tummy before he pulled down the front of his underwear and hooked the waistband under his balls. He was already sporting a red rocket that jutted out of his sheath, and he wanted to get rid of it so he could go back down.

Zander took three fingers and lightly squeezed his shaft, coaxing a drop of pre from the tip to rub and smear down his length. Once he felt sufficiently lubed, he started stroking himself with one paw and fondling his nut bag in the other. But he knew that he'd need some extra support to finish, so he thought back to every dirty memory he had while he fapped.  He tried the day he peed in the Wild Area first: how he unzipped himself and exposed his wolfy bits to the outside to let his sheath spray the grass with urine... He then skipped ahead to the personal abuse in his room's shower at the Budew Drop Inn: how after he started touching his nethers to clean up, it devolved into turning his dick into a cum-and-piss fountain...

Both of those scenarios only succeeded in making him ooze more pre, but he was determined to see it through to the end. So, Zander thought about the time he gave his Snorlax Serta a blowy. He imagined the pleasure his muzzle gave his Pokemon and tried to put himself in Serta's place. It seemed to be working, because his balls drew up in his two-tone pouch as soon as he remembered how easy it was to fit Serta's cock in his mouth.

That was enough for his knot to pop out of his sheath and throb, causing his peen to shoot squirts of wolf seed onto the tissue stack he laid in advance. He even kept rubbing in an attempt to prolong his orgasm further. After the knotted cock stopped spitting and softened back up, Zander folded up the jizz puddle's safety cushion and wiped off any excess goo from his meat stick before it slithered back into its fuzzy cover and he pulled his undies back up. He then scooted the covers from under him and threw the wad with the other wad into the small trash can before snuggling into the bed properly and letting his afterglow wash over him to lull him back to sleep...

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