[b][i]{original title: "Funny thing about Karma..."}[/b][/i]

	It had been a long day. Blastoise and I were basically forced to go outside for a day or two by a Graveler who didn’t like the way we were behaving. What he forgot to realize though, was that Blastoise was a water type, and I was a fire-type. He had to have known he was gonna treat me horribly, but since Blastoise had the type-advantedge, he had no problem with this. He packed a bag, and was out the door in a heartbeat. I followed shortly, but I forgot to pack much of anything, short of some food and water. I rushed out the door and found him on a path that leads to a lonely beach. He said that would be the perfect place to “settle our differences”. I knew he was lying, but what could I say? He had type-advantedge, and you really can’t argue with that. So, we walked along the path for a good couple of hours. But about an hour in, I realized I had forgotten to go to the bathroom before leaving. I decided to hold it, assuming once we get camp set up i’d have plenty of time for that. The day went on, and we both ended up stopping a couple times for food or to drink or something along those lines. One thing I noticed is that Blastoise had packed a canteen. Something told me that was gonna be important later down the line, so I kept that piece of information in the back of my head, just in case.

We finally reached the beach he was talking about. Well, “beach” probably isn’t the right description. “Small body of sand close to the ocean” is probably better. Blastoise used his water cannon thingamajigs to blast down some trees, and rolled them over to where we would be “settling our differences”. I cut off all the branches, then lit a fire with my tail. We started talking, but I couldn’t concentrate since I needed to go so badly at that point. Since i'm terrible at hiding these kinds of things, Blastoise noticed this and decided to have some fun. He stood up, walked towards me, and asked me if I had anything to say. I, the shy person I am, said no. Of course, the crossed legs and hands at my crotch begged to differ, and Blastoise knew this. He turned around, smugly walked back to his seat, then just started shooting water. I knew what he was trying to do, and it wasn’t gonna work. But oh my god was it hard not to go. I had heard about running water making people need to go, but i’d never really believed it until now. But eventually, he realized that I wasn’t gonna go, so he stopped and we got back to our conversation. I wasn’t gonna let that little thing slip by, but how could I get him back for that? I sat there for a good 10 minutes thinking, then it clicked, and I knew exactly how to get him back.

Night had fallen, and Blastoise was out cold. I still hadn’t gone, since I was gonna get Blastoise back for what he had done earlier. I waited a couple more minutes, then walked over to where he was sleeping. I waved my hand in front of his face; no response. I almost immediately turned to his backpack, were he had stored all the things he packed. I quietly dug through it; granola wrappers, a watch, a blanket he wasn't using for some reason… BINGO! The canteen. I was excited at first, then remembered why I was doing this, then got angry. I looked at Blastoise to see if he had woken up; nope. Still out cold. I knew what I was gonna do, I just needed a spot to do it in. I grabbed my tail, and slowly walked away from the camp area until I was sure Blastoise couldn’t hear me. I looked around for somewhere, anywhere I could do this privately. Behind a tree? None were big enough. Behind a bush? Not tall enough. Behind an almost scarily convenient rock? Perfect. I ran over to it, then opened the canteen. There was still some water in it, so I just finished it off, since I was almost certain that the sound of water hitting the ground would’ve either woken up Blastoise, or made me go before I was ready. I finished it off, then put it up against the rock, since my arms were too short to hold it close enough. I moved my tail a little bit closer to the canteen so I could see what I was doing, but not so close that any splashing might hit it. At that moment, I was ready to get some revenge!

It felt sooooo good! Not only the relief of, you know, finally going after holding it for so long, but just picturing the look on Blastoise’s face when he drinks from this. I started daydreaming, then looked down and saw that I had been missing this whole time. I re-adjusted, and now it was filling up. I didn’t have the best aim in the world, so some of it didn’t go in, instead it ran down the side of the canteen. But some still went in with that hollow sound of liquid flowing into a container. I didn’t really realise how long i’d been holding it until I had actually went. I filled up the container easily, and instead of stopping and finishing somewhere else, I just stood there, almost bound the ground. It started to puddle up beneath the canteen, but I couldn’t care less at this point. It started to smell, and the puddle had reached my feet. I was almost done, so I kinda ignored it. Plus it was cold, so the warmth at my feet was grossly welcome. It started to slow down, the stream went from hitting the top of the canteen, to the front of the canteen to the ground in a matter of seconds. I shook off any drops that were left, then picked up the canteen. It was really warm, Blastoise would surely notice! Not to mention it smelled thanks to my accuracy. I took it over to the water, and washed it off. About a minute of soaking cooled it down enough and removed most of the smell. I walked back over to the campsite, and Blastoise had used his backpack as a pillow. I couldn’t put the canteen back in it, so I set it up against his backpack. Now that I don’t have to go so badly, I can sleep in peace, knowing that tomorrow i’ll be laughing so hard I might need to go again.

Morning came, and for some reason I woke up before Blastoise. I decided to start the fire again, so I went and got more sticks. When I lit the fire, the crackling from it woke up Blastoise. He said he needed to go, so he walked away in search of somewhere to go. He was less shy than I was, but that gave me an opportunity. I snuck the canteen back into his bag so he wouldn’t suspect it, and now it was just a matter of waiting. He came back, and said he was sorry for treating me so badly. He said it was because he had to uphold some image that he was superior. I didn’t feel regret for the *ahem* refill of his canteen, and then he reached for his bag. I said nothing, but looked away so he couldn’t see my face. I tried to make it look like I was searching for something, but I didn’t need to. Before I could act, I heard him spit and gag. I turned around, and saw him on the ground, spitting my yellow liquid like a statue at a water park. I tried not to laugh, but I couldn’t help it. Seeing my enemy on the ground from something I did was priceless. I laughed so hard that I actually ended up falling over next to Blastoise. I couldn’t breathe due to how much I was laughing. Not that I would’ve wanted to. It smelled awful, and apparently it tasted the same. Blastoise said it tasted like extremely sour salt water, if that even existed. Well, of course it exists, you just drank it! I feel like he’s not gonna let this one go without some revenge, but at this point I couldn’t care less. We both had laughs and we both suffered, not sure if that counts as “settling our differences” though, so the Graveler might not appreciate this.

[b][i]{original name: "why you don't write while half asleep"}[/b][/i]

	Today was... *sigh*
	The first thing today was, was a headache and a half. Moreso than any other day, because since Treyarch decided to make the Revelations Easter Egg (why do we still call them that?) possible if all other Easter Eggs are done, that meant that people were flooding into my map trying to get this done. I feel like people underestimate how exhausting it is to be controlled by someone else. You have to be there, live through whatever you're currently being forced to do. It's hard to describe, since, you know, you're not really living through it. You're more or less watching. Anyway, back to the reason you're here: the subtle way of asserting my dominance. Over what, you say? Well, thats how ill keep you engaged, can't exactly tell you the whole thing up front now can I?
	After about 11:00 PM, players stopped showing up, presumably to sleep. I sat down next to some kind of donut cart thing and fell asleep, again since I was tired out from being controlled all day. I woke up what I thought was a couple hours later, and found a Margwa walking around. I'd been here long enough to know that these guys don't just walk around for no reason. Since he doesn't have a face, I couldn't really figure out what that reason was. He did, however, seemed distracted. He seemed paranoid, shy, and like he was looking for something. I didn't pay him much mind, and fell back asleep. I woke up again, and the margwa had left. Probably back to wherever they hang out before they teleport in. I assumed it was about 3 or 4 in the morning; they would soon be back to try again. I really didn't want to sit through another 12+ hours of being controlled, but I knew it would happen eventually, so I needed a way to make myself laugh while being controlled. But how?
	I must've paced around for a solid half-hour before it hit me. Not so much an idea, but more or less my bladder. I casually started searching for a place to go, while also thinking of ways to laugh. Unplug the perk machines? Too easy to do, and too easy to get around. Hide the summoning key somewhere actually hidden? This map had been out for so long, people would find it in no time... the pressure in my crotch gradually got worse. I tried to distract myself; break the gobblegum machines? They aren't necessary. Erase the chalk for the wallbuys? The Mystery Box is a thing. Mix up the perks? The little "Hold F to buy (Perk Name)" would sell me out... at this point i was getting desperate, both in terms of ideas and a place to go. I kept coming back to the perk machines, since they were basically essential for survival. Break the perk machines? Too similar to unplugging. Mess with the conten- BINGO! It hit me right then and there. I almost immediatley ran to the Canals District, which was where Juggernog was located... I think you know where i'm going with this.
	In case you haven't figured it out yet, you soon will. I ran up the stairs, and found the machine. How could I get inside without it being obvious? The back side was all for cooling, and the only way to unlock the front part was with a key that I didn't have. Break the lock? Too obvious. Pick the lock? No clue how. I sat there- rather, paced around, trying to figure it out. I eventually came to the conclusion that i'd just have to bust the lock and hope for the best. It took a couple hits, but it snapped eventually. I opened the perk machine, and got really excited. Instead of there being, like, 500 bottles of Juggernog, there was one bottle that got cloned whenever someone bought one. That made sense, but at that point I didn't care. It'd been about 45 minutes since I got the idea to come here, and I really needed to go. I grabbed the bottle (no security for some reason) and dumped it into the canals in the area that gave the place its name. I covered my ears because I was almost certain that the sound would've made me go before I was ready. Eventually the bottle was emptied, and now I just had to find somewhere quiet to finish this. I found a nice place above the alleyway with Quick Revive in it. There was a light on over it, so I zapped it until it shorted out. I positioned the bottle, took aim, and then started filling.
	It felt really good, not gonna lie. Hearing that sound of the bottle filling up was strangely satisfying for me. The smell was a different story. It smelled sour, salty. Like if you took the taste of old milk, mixed it with cheese and salt then made it sour. It's hard to describe. However, It's probably worth noting, if you haven't figured it out already, that im pretty shy about this. I spent this time somewhat hunched over, making sure it went in as quietly as possible. I was more or less as still as a statue for the time, and I only snapped out of it when the bottle was full. I'm one of those people who can stop going... kinda. I capped the bottle, then picked it up. It was warm, and slightly slippery. I started running towards Juggernog, arrived, then stopped. If I put it in now, it might preserve its warmth. I ran down to the docks, and held it underwater until it was cool. Then ran all the way back, put it in, then sealed the machine off the best I could.
	The first couple of players show up, and to nobody's surprise fall into my trap. As far as I know it was my special "concoction" they were drinking, and this made me very happy. One game after the next, after the next, and the next, and the next, and on and on and on until 11:00 rolled around again. I decided to wait up for the Margwa from the other night, and see if he had lost something. Sure enough, he was walking the same way he was last night, except more profound. I asked him what was wrong, and he said he needed a bathroom, number one. I told him what I had done (not giving myself credit, really awkward about this stuff), and he thought it was hilarious. He ran over to Speed Cola and did the exact same thing I did, just less shyly and a lot less accurate. I decided to rig Double Tap next, and on and on this went until every single perk on the map was nothing but "lemonade".

[b][i]{i genuinely don't remember writing this, so the original title's lost to history.}[/b][/i]

Today was one of those days that...
You know what? Im not going to complain about this. This is my fault, and I needed to be more alert. But what am I talking about? *Breath) If you have to know...

The day is Tuesday. The date, not relevant. In a forest, where all these stories start. With Charizard and Scyther, but they can't understand spanish (if you don't count the basics, "Hi, how are you?"), and because of that, I need graphics if I want to conversate with them. Remember this, it will be very important.
It was... 12:00. Middle of the day. We were traveling since the night before and...you know where this story is going? Because Charizard thought that it was a good idea to take 6 or 7 water bottles with him, and because im the short and small one, I drank 5 water bottles, because I don't have a lot of energy. I sweat easily. With that information, I can tell this story to you.
Where was I? Ah, the part that you're here for. 12:00, middle of the day, remember this? We were walking in the woods, when my bladder says, for literally no reason, "You think you could empty me? Now?" I started looking for a place to pee [Writer's note-Technically, it translates to Urinate, but I mean, they're literally the same thing]. I said to my friends, "Can we rest for a minute? I have to...'go'...you know?" Remember that whole "they can't understand spanish" part? Well I didn't remember it until after I said that. They turned around, and Charizard says, "You know we can't understand you, right?" At that moment, I felt my stomach drop.
"Perfect, what will I do now?" I thought to myself. My hind legs started to shake, wanting to cross thanks to my bladder. "I don't have a lot of time, they need to know. But how?" I thought. "Maybe if I..." they started walking. "No time to think. Not now."
The time is 12:30, my bladder is in pain, and I have no idea for how to tell that to my friends.
1:00, nothing
1:30, What do you think?
2:00, this is where you want to read. We're in the middle of Batcrap, Nowhere. I gotta pee, and I can't want any more. "Just a little longer..." I tell myself in some desperation attempt. "Hold it...hold it...just a little more...hold it..." Finally, I shout:
"I CAN'T HOLD IT!"
At that moment I turned to my left and ran into the woods

With my hind-right leg up against a tree, I finally relax. I felt the urine leaving my body, and hear it hitting the tree. It was coming out with some force, because I felt some urine splashing onto my... "private parts". I closed my eyes and sighed out of relief. As time passed, a puddle started forming, reaching a little bit of my other leg. The urine started to come out slower, and slower, and slower. I heard my urine go from hitting the tree with a lot of force, to gently covering the grass. About 3 or 4 seconds after that, I was emptied. I felt warm, not on my leg, but on the entire bottom half of my body.
I heard laughing, and my bottom half was warm.
I then woke up.
I woke up to my friends laughing at me. "What are they laughing at?" I thought to myself. I then smelled something horrible, almost rotten. I looked down and I saw a puddle of urine.
My urine.
Crap.
I heard Charizard say: "He wasn't even asleep 10 minutes!"
Scyther responded: "We were taking a break so you didn't piss yourself, Einstein! Why the hell would you just fall asleep?"
"Great, good luck explaining that!" I said to myself, "Especially when nobody can understand what you're saying."

[b][i]{original name: "curiosidad" translates to: curiosity.}[/b][/i]

I had a dumb idea, but it was a lot of fun. The idea itself was simple, but what he did was a lot more interesting. He said that...wait...you don't know what I did, do you? Okay, because you're listening to me, you obviously want to know the story. Just don't ask Charizard about this, he wouldn't like it if you know...
Someone had the great idea of going camping [YOU THOUGHT I WAS JOKING?]. The time was 8:00 at night and Charizard, Scyther, and I were sleeping. I heard someone waking up, and heat passed from the front to the back of my head. Charizard, I thought to myself. Since that "accident" with...you know...peeing...in my sleep, I wanted revenge. But, "revenge" is a strong word. "Embarass him" is more what I wanted. He never "went" when someone was watching him. He always needs to be in private, and he believed he was. A little bit after he left the campsite, I fully woke up and followed him.
I followed him a little ways into the woods, trying to be silent. After what I thought was an hour, the moment I was waiting for arrived. A bush, not a tree, curiously. Standing far behind him, waiting for that sound---there it was. Slowly, I approached him. What started as small splashes became a small but powerful stream of urine. Hearing this made me have to..."go", but I ignored the feeling, for the time being. Now I was basically directly to Charizard's left. I said in a quiet voice, "Sounds like you're having a problem..."His wings were like a wall. I wrapped one of my vines under his wing and...around his...d-do you need me to say it? Anyway, I continued, "Want me to help you?"
Charizard froze for a solid [BADUM TSS] 5 to 10 seconds. He looked at me and said something like, "What in the world are you doing?" I silenced him, and said,"Relax, Charizard. This is nice, isn't it? Feeling relieved, hearing the sound of urine leaving your body and splashing on the ground..." I then started moving his "aim" to the right and left, covering the bush with his urine. He relaxed his wings, but only slightly. He stuttered something like, "Why are you here, watching me go?" I silenced him again. "Relax, and observe. For me, this is very calming. Something about the sound, or the feeling is very relaxing for me. But because I can't stand on my hind legs, I can't enjoy it fully." His stream sloyly lost its force, going from raining on the leaves to watering the grass in the span of 5 seconds. I loosened my grip on his...you know. I asked this to Charizard:"You aren't curious what it tastes like?" He looked at me in confusion. "Is it salty, sweet, sour, what does it taste like?" I looked Charizard in the eyes. "You're gonna find out." I grabbed and held him on the ground.
Within a second of that, I was on Charizard. Like, on Charizard. Specifically, near his mouth. I "mounted" his mouth, and let my..."member"...we'll call it that. I let my "member" hang slightly inside his mouth, and...started peeing in it. At the time, it felt sooooo good to do. Taunting him with, "How does it taste?" "The dragon surrendered to a plant." and "If you don't drink this, i'll have more fun with you when i'm empty." Minus some gargles, he didn't respond. And, as expected, he didn't swallow any of my urine, and he didn't think to push me away until after I was done. He immediately ran to the campground and hid in his tent for the rest of the night.

[b][i]{why did i write a follow-up to curiosidad? i mean, that was pretty cool, me-from-the-past.}[/b][/i]

This...isn't gonna be easy to talk about. You see, a couple days ago, some friends (one of them was Bulbasaur) and I went out camping. In the middle of the night, I got up and went to...take care of some business. For no reason whatsoever, Bulbasaur comes out of nowhere, in the middle of what I was doing, and grabs my...erm...we'll call it "spout" for now. He said some stuff in spanish, then pinned me on the ground and started urinating in my mouth. For no reason. Yeah, it was one of those nights. The ones you want to forget. But, don't worry, I got him back.

After that..."episode", I (obviously) tried to clean myself up a bit. I mean, walking back into camp smelling like a urinal wouldn't exactly be a conversation anyone would want to have. While I was trying to get rid of that godawful smell, I had plenty of time to decide how I could get even with him. I had a few ideas, one of which was simply beating him up. I eventually decided upon a solution where I could give him a taste of his own medicide. Th-That's a pun...you'll see why when we get to that part.

A couple nights later, I made sure to do my best to mock up the initial scene, things like needing to go, time of day, etc., except this time I took a water bottle with me. I dug one of my claws into the cap, forming a small hole that I would use later. I then, again like last time, started walking into the forest. I even subtly woke up Bulbasaur to encourage him to try his move again, which surprisingly worked.  He followed me out into the forest.  I knew when he would try and make his move, hence the water bottle. I started, literally, watering a tree to coax him over, again trying to make it look natural, which included me putting my wings up around me like a pseudo-wall. And, he fell for it. He tried to do exactly what he did last time, only this time approaching on the right instead of the left, and without saying anything. As soon as his vine was visible, I threw the water bottle into a bush to my left, then grabbed the vine and yanked him into the little area I had made with my wings. I swear, at that moment his heart stopped beating for a few seconds.

I didn't say anything, mainly because what would I say? He doesn't understand english, so body language is the only common ground I have. I looked him dead in the eyes, then unsheathed my..."spout". He, understandably, tried to back away from it. I grabbed his head (the one on his shoulders) and pulled him back towards it. This went on for a minute, until he finally realised he wasn't winning this, and reluctantly opened his mouth. But I didn't even get to put my plan into action before he started...what can only be described as sucking me. His head went back and forth smoothly, his teeth very gently making contact, and it felt strangely satisfying. I kept thinking, what is this guy doing? And why does it feel so good? There's no reason for him to do this... but on and on and on he went. He started moving faster, with something starting to make squishing sounds. I assumed it was just his saliva, since when I looked down thats what was covering my...yeah. His eyes were closed, making him look disgusted with what he was doing. I mean, can you blame him? Anyway, the feeling got more concentrated when he was actually moving, which was becoming more and more frequent. I grabbed his head (again, the one on his shoulders) to make sure he kept doing what he was doing. It felt so good, and I didn't think it would end. My neck started to bend downwards, towards him. I felt something accumulating in my..."area". Something was gonna come out, I just didn't know what. Back and forth, getting faster and faster, the feeling growing greater and great, until;

I threw my head (THE ONE ON MY SHOULDERS) upwards and roared in a fiery pleasure. My right foot stomped the ground twice as...something filled Bulbasaur's mouth in short, sharp bursts. My pelvis area moved slightly forward in rhythm with these bursts. All of this happened involuntary, in the span of 10-15 seconds, leaving me exhaustedly delighted. As I relaxed, I saw something white drip out of Bulbasaur's mouth, falling to the grass, and making a faint splat sound. He swallowed...whatever had filled his mouth in one loud gulp, then started to slide his mouth off my "member". I kept him on, and looked him in the eyes again. He knew I wasn't done, proven mainly by his sharp exhale through his nostrils, which I felt on my...I-im running out of metaphors. I closed my eyes and relaxed, trying to convince myself it was ok to do what I had actually planned to do. If there's one thing I can't do, it's "go" in front of someone, let alone on someone. After what felt like an eternity of awkward silence, I finally coaxed my "spout" to start pouring. Urine began to fill Bulbasaur's mouth.

Bulbasaur almost immediately sliding off my "member", and spitting my urine out onto the grass. I, of course, stopped the stream and grabbed his head (THE ONE-ah, forget it), turned around, pinned him to the tree, and started hosing him down. I aimed for his head, then slowly worked my way down to his hind legs. The sound wasn't much different from going on the dirt, which  I lowered my aim to check my work, like a graffiti artist checking his street-art. He had a faint yellow tint, with urine dripping from his toes. He smelled worse than what he made me smell like, and I had done all that before emptying half of my tank onto him. I dropped him to the ground, where I had readjusted my aim to. I had completely let go of him, but he didn't run. So, I kept covering his body. I had eventually decided to keep my aim focused around his mouth, since he hadn't really tasted any of it yet. A solid thirty seconds passed before my stream began to falter, slowly moving from his head, down his body, and onto the grass in front of me. He stood up, nodded at me, then walked away. I sat down at the base of the tree, still wet from what I had done, and tried to figure out what he did, in terms of that first part. I went to bed, still thinking about it, and even now I'm not sure what he did or why it felt so good. I mean, I wouldn't want to repeat it, since his teeth weren't a great feeling on my "spout", but... i'm really not sure what to make of that.

[b][i]{jeez, this was a slap of nostalgic regret to read. imma go play some bo3, brb.}[/b][/i]

So, apparently a gift can be an action now. Or rather, a series of actions. A series of...mouth...oriented actions. A series of-fine, I'll stop delaying and tell you what happened earlier today.
I had woken up underground, in one of the crashed subways, with a headache from last night. What caused it, I didn't remember. Not that I had a lot of time to think about it, since a bright-yellow light forced me up. It took me a minute to realize what it was; not a lamp, a streetlight, or one of those obnoxious signs. A Margwa was leaning over me, his middle head smiling while the other two snapped open and shut in a weird rhythm. "Good morning master!" he said in a strangely pleased way. I, obviously, responded with: "What the f#&% are you talking about? If anything, it should be the other way around...Right?" All three of his heads opened in excitement; "On most other days, yes. But today is special! You've forgotten, haven't you?"    "Apparently, what's the date?"    "Sixth of November!" Right then it clicked. My birthday, I thought to myself, but why the "master" nickname? My question was answered no less than 5 seconds later. "Today's the day you can do whatever you want with me. You ask, i'll obey." I froze. "What..."I asked, frightened by what he had said, "What exactly are you getting at?" He stepped back, allowing me to get up, chuckled to himself, then asked, "Would you like me to show you?". I didn't have time to process that question before he had me pinned to the wall normally blocking those swords that people like to use.
Almost as quickly as that, he reached one of his, like, 50 tentacles down to my crotch area. To my knowledge, he'd never even seen my shaft, so how he managed to find it so quickly was somewhat disturbing and uncomforting. He looked at me, like a servant awaiting an order. "Now...where would you like me to go?" I stood there for a minute, waiting for my brain to catch up to where I was. My heartrate accelerated, I could feel it in my head as I said to him, "You said you'd do anything I asked you to, right? And you won't judge me for what I tell you to do, right?" He nodded, "For all of today, that applies." Then he repeated his question, this time more sympathetically than when he asked it the first time. "Just start with a handjob, I guess."
He looked at me, then moved to my right so he could use what I assume was his dominant... tentacle? He spent a little bit trying to figure out how to grip my shaft, which was still soft. He eventually found the spot, and got to work. He started out slow, trying to get me up. It probably took me longer than he expected, but after about a minute of constant stroking, I was up. My back involuntarily straightened at the time this happened. The Margwa noticed this, and wrapped one of his tentacles around it to help it relax. After he had that figured out, he picked up his pace. His tentacle started making squishing sounds against my, now slimy, member. He must have felt me tense up, because almost as soon as I did he sped up once more. This feeling I knew all too well, since I tended to be doing this myself. He put more and more effort into his strokes, getting faster and faster until-
I sharply exhaled as I heard my sperm splatter onto the floor and the low-hanging ceiling above me. One spurt came out, landed on the ceiling. The next went forward, landing on the floor just infront of the subway I had woken up in. The third shot up onto the ceiling, and on and on for about 4 or 5 more. After I was done, I sunk down to the floor, panting like I had just run a marathon. The Margwa, eager for more, said with a smile: "Don't have all the fun on your first round master, we still have all day!" I tried to stand up, but was still out of breath from that whole experience. Holy...god! That felt amazing! If i'm going to be getting this treatment all day, this will be the best day of my life! But first, go pee. You've been holding it for days. I mustered the energy to stand up, then said, "Before we start round two, i've got some business to take care of." He looked at me, confused. "You know...'business'." I started walking away as it clicked in his mind, but I would immediately wish it didn't. His first question was, "Can I watch, master? Or, maybe even have a drink?"               My heart stopped. Okay. This is getting weird. I can't do that, i've never pissed in front of anyone in my life, let alone have someone drink it. What am I gonna do? I can't say no, he'll be crushed. "Um...that might be complicated. You see, I usually 'go' alone." I said trying to make an excuse to be alone. "That's ok, i'll help you!" Good lord, kill me now. Well, what's the worst that can happen? "Alright, we'll see how it works out. Come with me, we need to find somewhere nobody will disturb us." 
About 10 minutes later we found ourselves in an alleyway far enough removed from the main area of Morg City where I hoped nobody would hear us. I reached down to my shaft, and aimed it at the brick wall. "Could you, umm..." I spun my left tentacle around in a way I would hope he would read as "turn around", but apparently he didn't get the message. "Could you...turn around until I get this going?" He nodded his head, and turned around. He even started whistling, which I thanked him for later. Come on, get it over with. If you stand here too long, he'll start being concerned and come over to see what's wrong. Just get it over with! Close your eyes, and relax. Let it out. Let him has his fun, then reward yourself with the thing you've been waiting for your whole-finally. I backed away from the wall slightly, only to try and not have my own urine splash all over me. My focus was mainly on what I was doing, but I heard the Margwa come over and kneel down into my peripheral vision. I shifted my focus from my release to his eager mouth. I sighed, before saying, "Whenever you're ready, you can start drinking. I'll hold my aim steady, if that will help you." He slowly moved towards my dark-yellow stream, only taking in a splash of my urine at first. "How's it taste?" I asked, not at all expecting an answer. He looked up at me, his head tinted slightly yellow, "Like warm, sour, flat, and salty soda. I love it!" He grabbed my shaft and aimed it into his mouth, filling it up, then gulping it down with a sound that resonated throughout the whole alleyway. I patted his head as I watched my urine accumulate in his mouth, only to disappear into his stomach, then fill up again, and on and on and on for a minute or so. I broke the rhythm of filling and swallowing that had started, saying, "To be honest, I didn't think you be this into it. Or that you'd be able to drink it all. And i'm not even half-empty yet." He kept gulping down the liquid that, at the time, seemed to have no end. After about another minute, I decided to force my stream to falter. The Margwa slowly moved closer in order to catch all of what was not going to be available for the rest of the night. He backed away, sitting in the puddle that had formed from what he hadn't drank. "Are you done, master?" His mouth was now a dark yellow. I patted his head once more. "Yes, i'm done." That was a lie, but I couldn't stand there for any longer. "Now, for that round two you talked about earlier."
We went back to the subway area where we were before. "What's next on the agenda, master?" I leaned against the same wall as before, trying to work up the nerve to ask him for what I really wanted. "Erm...let's see if we can try this..." I pulled out the thing he had spent all his time with since I had woken up. "How about we try sucking this time?" He nodded eagerly. "Yes master!" He started moving his head towards my, now erect, shaft. I stopped him just before he started. "First, go wash your mouth. I don't really want to be sucked by the same mouth that was used to drink my urine." He nodded, then went down to the waterside and rinsed his mouth out. He came back, his mouth now not yellow, and got to work. It was probably the best minutes of my life. He knew how to use his tongue, he didn't go too fast too quick, and he somehow knew that I only like a tiny bit of teeth-usage. I wrapped my arms around the head he was using to suck me off, at which point he started going faster. A couple minutes later my grip on him strengthened, so he wouldn't leave too soon. He picked up his pace once more, at which point I started pushing my shaft farther into his head in a rhythm. Back and forth, up and down, going faster and fast-
I shoved my shaft deep into his head, while my tentacles brought his head closer to my body. He let my sperm fill up his mouth, which took no more than ten seconds. I felt the warm, sticky substance in the Margwa's head, before he gulped it down like he did with my yellow liquid not 30 minutes earlier. He stood up, and looked less optimistic than before. "What's wrong? Did you have too much to drink?" I asked sarcastically. He crossed his legs, then stuttered, "Erm...m-master? Would you mind if I took a bathroom break?" I walked over to one of the portals in the room. "Im gonna go get us some drinks, but you can pee into this." He looked confused and concerned. "But master, what will that do to it?" I responded, "Nothing. It will basically teleport it away from here. We don't want that smell with us for the rest of the night, do we?" He nodded in agreement. "Alright, you do that while I go get some drinks."
I ran upstairs and outside, and ran to the portal's exit. I sat there, since I had a question I needed answered. Eventually, a green liquid started coming through the portal. It shot out rather quickly, passing cleanly over my head and landing infront of me. It smelled awful, like moldy cheese mixed with burnt hair. I worked up the nerve to taste it, and unsurprisingly, it tasted exactly like it smelled. That is...interesting to say the least. I left him to do his thing, and went to get the drinks. A couple minutes later, I ran back downstairs only to find him still going. "You weren't kidding when you wanted a bathroom break, were you?" He looked at me, his cheeks red-er than the portal he was peeing into. "What's wrong? It's not like there's something you can do about it. You just have to go when you need to." He nodded, and said, "But, yours is so much different than mine." I tried to pretend I had no clue what he was talking about,"It can't be that different. Here, stop going for a second." He turned it off like a faucet. I told him to come with me, and I would see what he ment. I took him to the canals of the city, and said "We'll both go at the same time, so neither of us feel embarrased." We stood side-by-side, but he started a good 10 or 15 seconds before me. "Ok, I see what you mean." I said as I saw the same green liquid from earlier. "Again, that's not something you can help. That's just how you are." I finished long before he did, so I stood to the side and started whistling just as he did for me before. He wrapped up his business, and asked, "Alright, I can't keep this up for much longer. You mind if I just owe you the rest of today?" I was actually just about to ask him to do the same thing, so I responded, "Yeah, I guess that's ok. I'm pretty tired anyway, your work was amazing." His cheeks turned red again, as he walked away. 
Mental Note: Next birthday, get the hell out of here.

[b][i]{original name: "the wrong side of town"}[/b][/i]

Charizard and I had been walking for miles, in need of a place to sleep for the night. We eventually found ourselves in a rundown city that looked like it had been abandoned for some time. It had people living in it, mind you. It just looked like the type of ghetto that would be the breeding ground for some new disease or crazy drug. In other words, not an ideal place to spend the night, but Charizard and I were more or less out of options. We didn't have enough supplies to make it to the next town, not to mention my need for a bathroom that wasn't a tree or bush. So staying in the demilitarized area was our only option. Thankfully, there was a functional Pokecenter. Or...somewhat. It had been rundown, just not nearly as much as...basically the rest of the town. Charizard and I walked in, and he asked if we could stay for the night. The head nurse politely agreed, and Charizard almost immediately went and crashed on the couch. I turned to her and asked her if they had a functioning bathroom, and she pointed to the far left corner of the room. I thanked her, and aggresively floated [MY FAVORITE LINE IN THIS ENTIRE THING] towards the door. I opened it, the sound of a loud creak echoed throughout the graffiti-ridden bathroom.
Walking in, the first thing I noticed was the smell. It smelled like it hadn't been cleaned in weeks, or maybe months. Atleast half of the 6 urinals were out of order, and one of the stall doors for the toilets was broken clean off. "Okay, Mewtwo." I said to myself. "It's a little more rundown than you originally thought. But, that's OK. It can't get any worse than this. After all, you're only gonna need to do this once." I have had issues..."going" under pressure, or infront of people for as long as I can remember. I scanned the 3 functioning urinals, and chose the one that was the least unsanitary. Despite having held it in for the entirety of the trek, I stood there for a good 5 minutes trying to focus on getting it over with, which is a lot harder than it sounds. Eventually, I managed to coax my urine out, which quietly streamed into the slightly yellow-stained bowl infront of me. Not long after that, I heard the bathroom door squeak open. I turned to see a particularly arrogant Blastoise, walking with narcissistic strides, and a blue bandana wrapped around his head. Trailing behind him was a slightly, and I mean slightly, less noticable Lucario, this time with a gray bandana. And behind him, surprisingly, a black Charizard, with a blue fire spirting out from where the two halves of his strangely rectangular jaw met. Oh sweet Arceus, what did I do to deserve this? I thought to myself, trying not to seem embarrased in front of the three """"""gangsters"""""" who just walked in, and had started staring at me like I was an alien from Mars.  
"Jesus f#&%, do I gotta p@%$!" the Blastoise said, walking past me.  "Well, we can't do what we'd normally do, the new guy would probably snitch us out!" the Lucario retorded. "Did I ask for your input, Lucy? No, I don't remember asking for it at all!" As he finished this statement, he turned and looked me dead in the eyes. The Charizard took the stall with an actual door. As the door slammed shut, the Blastoise scoffed at me, not even knowing what I could do. "You really think this guy can cause us problems? Ha! He couldn't hit the broad side of a barn with a f#&$ing RPG!" I ignored this at first, mainly because I more or less expected it from this town. "Here, i'll prove it!" He walked towards the back of the bathroom, reached down towards his crotch, and sighed in a forced-pleasure kinda way, as he began to coat the wall with his urine.
I froze in awe. You have GOT to be kidding me right now! Wh-...what does he expect me to do about that? I tried to think a way to punish him, but then my mind struck gold. For the time being, I just focused on what I was doing. The Blastoise, now standing in a sizable puddle of his yellow rebelliousness, stated: "You see Lucy? Nothing! He doesn't care what we do. Now quit your b#&$%ing and p&#@ on the wall!" The Lucario, reluctantly, joined. The only sound in the room was the Blastoise and Lucario hosing down the wall. The Charizard occasionally punctuating this sound by clearing his throat from inside the stall. After what felt like an eternity of listening to those two...do what they were doing, I put my plan into action. Almost as soon as they finished, and they turned around to leave, I shut the bathroom door and held it shut. 
The Blastoise turned around, saying "Oh-ho! We got ourselves a bad#&$ don't we!" I shut him up immediately. "Now, you listen to me" I said, still in the midst of wrapping up the reason I went in there, "You make the mess, you can clean it up. I don't care how, but all of the mess you made WILL be cleaned up before you're allowed to leave. Do you understand me?" The two Pokemon nodded, and the Charizard burst out laughing. I went and leaned against the door, which was opposite of the urine pool that Blastoise and Lucario had made. Not a minute later, Blastoise looked at me and asked sarcastically, "And just how do you expect us to clean this mess up? There's no toilet paper, paper towels, or anything to mop it up with!" I looked at him, and repeated my previous statement with a bit more emphasis, "I already told you, I don't care how. I could give you a suggestion, but you wouldn't like it." They both looked at each other scared. The Lucario swallowed hard, before asking, "W-What is your idea?" I responded, in possibly the most roundabout manner, "Well, you could always recycle." The Charizard fell off the toilet, laughing so hard he sounded like he was having an asthma attack (he wasn't, I checked). The Blastoise, somewhat P.O'd, asked "What the f#&$ do you mean, 'recycle'? You want us to drink this s#&$?" I said sarcastically, "No, you don't drink a solid. You drink a liquid, and you have a mess to clean up. Put it together, Einstein."
"You've gotta be f#&%ing me." said the Blastoise, unable to come up with a decent response. "That can be arranged, if that's really what you want. I have a friend who would be all over that idea." At that point, they both shut up and got to work. The bathroom was almost immediately filled with the sound of the two embarassed Pokemon lapping up their mess. About 5 minutes in, the Blastoise started gagging with every swallow. I snapped my fingers at him, then said, "If you throw up, you have to down that too." I'm still not sure if that helped, but thankfully it didn't come to that. After that, I held up my end of the bargain and let them free. The Charizard came out, saying "I knew one day somebody would put them in their place, I didn't expect it to be that funny though!"
And that's why I hate..."going" in public bathrooms.

[b][i]{this was about where i started to try and make, big air quotes here, "my world"}[/b][/i]

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.

[b][i]{again, trying to make that world.}[/b][/i]

"Ok Mewtwo, can you explain why all of these stories happen in the forest?"

Because Charizard gets scared easily. He hates being in a crowd, he jumps a mile at any sort of spook; it's kinda cute, in a really weird way; he ducks his head below his wings, and tucks his tail in and just... hides in a kind of ball.
"Anyway, you were doing stuff in generic-city-name-here-opolis and you were in th-"

You weren't even there! Now shut it, let me tell the story.

*sigh*

So: 7:00 AM. Last week. I still couldn't get over what I had done to Blastoise. I didn't regret it, he was just a waste of space. And energy. And time. I was thinking [i]ok, bring him along so that you always know what absolute rock-bottom is[/i], but he turned out to just be too much. Anyway, Charizard's leading the way, but he looked so stressed. I was trying to figure out why, maybe he was scared of Blastoise coming back and hurting him or maybe he just didn't wanna see me get mad like I did with him. [i]Maybe he just needed a bathroom break or something?[/i] crossed my mind as I bumped into him; turned around, legs crossed, hand in his crotch, you know, stereotypical "I gotta go" stuff. I rolled my eyes with the biggest grin on my face, not sure why the grin. "Did you forget to go this morning?" He nodded, then dashed into the woods.
He was gone for, like, 20 minutes before he returned and, without pausing, turned back towards the road and started walking with a relieved smile on his face. "You feel better?" He nodded, not stopping. I, obviously, followed him, now trying to resolve why that would take 20 minutes. We walked far enough where if, Arceus forbid, someone had done something to him, Charizard probably wouldn't know what to do... "Mind if I ask what took so long?" And then he froze for a second, then turned to face me. I looked him over; nobody had attacked him, the only out-of-the-ordinary thing was that his feet were wet, which had zero reason to be so. [i]Why are his feet w-.[/i] I couldn't hold back a small chuckle. "Seriously, Charizard? I don't think it's [i]that[/i] complicated..." He laughed in that kind of haha-get-me-out-of-this-situation-right-now-please manner. "Next time, aim a bit farther."
So, nighttime comes, we didn't have a camp because that was like 10x funnier to me than it should've been, so I rely on Charizard's tail as a light source to find a place to set up some kind of shelter for the night. As usual, I set up the tent while Charizard got wood, and in what felt like 5 minutes we had the camp ready to go. Charizard sits down next to the fire and pratically inhales a bottle of water in 4 seconds; I'm not overexaggerating, it was actually 4 seconds, and he tosses the bottle next to our tent. He does this twice more then goes to bed, leaving me confused as to how he can just... [i]inhale[/i] them without any problem. "Just... don't wake me up in the middle of the night if you need to 'go'-And try not to have another accident!" I, honestly, begged him. He had done both of those once before, which is a completely different topic. Anyway, a little while later the fire had died down enough to where I could go to bed without fear that it would light the tent on fire or something, and I was out like a light.

Charizard shook me awake, and rain was pattering the tent. A distant, but still loud, crack of thunder shot me up out of my sleeping bag, with Charizard in almost the same state he was in yesterday. [i]I don't even have to ask why he woke me up[/i]. But I did, and he told me exactly what I thought: he needed to "go". The problem is: Charizard kinda can't go out in the rain without something covering his tail, or he'll most likely die. 
"What?"
It sounds wierd, but just trust me. Still not entirely awake, I said, "So, we have 3 options: 1) You keep your tail inside the tent and go," We were in a clearing, so he'd have nothing to hide in, which is a huge deal for him, "2)-" I reached outside the tent for the water bottles Charizard had thrown out last night. "You go in this, or 3) we wait out the storm." Almost on cue, another boom of thunder went off that spooked both of us. "I wouldn't count on that 3rd option. But, if I may say so, you have the worst luck ever." That didn't help his case, as his grip on his crotch only tightened. He snatched the water bottle from my hand and nodded his head towards the exit, as to obviously say "Get out". "Alright," I sighed "Just, like, wave at me when you're done." Before I even left Charizard had the bottle uncapped and was huddled in a corner. I heard the first few splashes before I exited, then the rain thankfully drained out the sound. I don't really like hearing [i]that[/i] sound. I know it's a weird thing to dislike, but going in a plastic bottle sounds... off. I figured that, since I was out there, I might as well go do [i]my[/i] morning routine.
I got out of the clearing and back into the forest; not far enough that I would lose where the tent was, just far enough for some privacy, did m-

"Did you waterboard another turtle?"

Wha-No! Literally nothing weird happened.

"I'm just yanking your cha-wait, then why bring it up?"

If you let me tell the story, you'd know... now [b]shut it.[/b]

"Alright, jeez, continue."

So, after that, I started back towards the tent, which from afar looked pretty weird; a green tent with an orange-ish light insi-

"Th-that's what fire [i]does[/i]"

Are you gonna shut up?

"...fine."

Good. By the time I had reached the tent, I had assumed Charizard was done, since, y'know, I don't think anything can "go" for 5 minutes straight. Thankfully, I was right, even though I hadn't seen Charizard wave at me or anything. He was lying on his sleeping bag, which you wouldn't think he'd fit in, dangling his tail fire above his head; presumably out of boredom. To the left, there were 2 bottles; one filled, and the other half filled, which had little puddles around them, probably from Charizard changing between bottles. He waved at me kinda lazily, which had been interrupted by another clap of thunder, causing him to jump like he just got shocked. He drew his attention away from his tail fire, and over to me, where he just chuckled. "What's so funny?" I asked him, as his chuckle turned into a laugh. He calmed himself down, pointed at my feet, then started laughing again. I didn't even have to look down to know why, but I did. "It's raining out, it's just the rain!" That was a lie; there were yellowish spots on my feet that [b]somehow[/b] didn't get washed off on my walk back. And so after Charizard had calmed down, we sat there in probably the most awkward silence ever while waiting for the storm to subside; and about 4 hours later, that wish was finally granted. 
At that point, it was early in the afternoon. Charizard was eager to get outside; whether it was because he had been cooped up in here all night and day, or that he just got sick of smelling his own urine, he hopped out of the tent almost as soon as the rain had stopped. It took me a few more minutes to motivate myself to get up, but im gonna be honest with you, I really wish I thought of emptying those bottles outside earlier; but I hadn't. And they smelled [i]really[/i] bad. So when I finally got up, I grabbed the bottles, went outside, and threw them full-force into the forest.

"Or... you could've just, y'know, put the caps back on..."

Yeah... Point is: I was not thinking very clearly. I left the tent open to let it air out before we packed it up. Charizard was stretching out his wings, while I was trying to find something to drink. Aside from that, the day went on pretty usually.

Nighttime had come once again, but this time we had found another town! Very few people were awake, but Charizard was still a little jumpy, as he normally is. We spent the first 15 or so minutes in the town trying to find a... I think it's called a Pokecenter or something dumb like that. Anyway, there's always a nurse in them who is willing to help with just about anything, so we had gotten into the habit of trying to find the Center, since they usually let us stay the night. And, thankfully, this one was no different. Barely after the nurse said, "Sure, you guys can stay!" Charizard was on one of the couches and practically asleep. How he can go from anxious to sleep so quickly... um... i'm... still not sure on that. But, to be fair, I was quick to follow suit.
It felt like only 5 minutes had passed between me falling asleep and the sun coming up, and I just... didn't want to move. Next thing I know, Charizard and the Nurse are standing over me, trying to wake me up. Eventually, I stood up, noticing that it was 1:30 in the afternoon. Still not fully awake, I got over to the bathrom, and up to one of the, like, 3 or so urinals. And, in spite of the fact that I was standing right in front of it... I missed.

"You sound like you were hungover."

Right? But I kinda... [i]can't[/i] get drunk in the first place. Anyway, it takes me a good 7 or 8 seconds to notice my... "accuracy"... then it clicked that I should probably fix it, which I obviously did. After I had finished, I just darted out, trying to move fast enough where i'd get out quickly, but not too fast that someone would think i'm up to something. The Center seemed more busy than when I had first woken up, but that was probably because I had actually fully woken up in the bathroom. I managed to catch Charizard on my way out, and told him to meet me outside whenever he could. He left borderline immediately, probably due to his social anxiety, with me shortly behind. We get outside, and I slump down on the stairs of the Center, with Charizard still slightly anxious. "Alright... you wanna wait here while I go get more stuff for our journey to nowhere?" We both laughed, and so that was basically it.

"Completely unrelated note: Why is it whenever you walk into a bathroom, someone p#&$es on the floor?"

Umm... y'know... shut up.