As the spa's residents prepare for the day, whispers of the human visitor spread among them. There were question of his dick size, theories on the elasticity of both his openings, arguments on whether humans could unhinge their jaws like snakes, (to the frustration of many domesticated visitors) and so on. The air hums with excitement for the day to begin. And a bit put off, Typhlosion leads his trainer somewhere more private.

He could tell his trainer was more nervous than excited, which was understandable. While it was a fact that every trainer secretly dreamed of being the caboose in a Pokémon train, it wasn't something many were prepared to just...do. Especially not this one, whom Typhlosion could turn beet red from a mere kiss.

Yet the fire Pokémon's enthusiasm wasn't much better. The thought of his human with so many other pokemon flared up a possessiveness in him. He couldn't help but glare at the spa-goers who chanced a smile at his trainer.

And both of them knew their doubts would stop them from enjoying their time here.

The spa may have changed, but the old mountain trails around them were the same as they'v ever been. Following his memories, Typhlosion leads his trainer to a small, familiar enclave.

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With a final thrust, Typhlosion shudders as he claims his human. They've said it a hundred times before, a hundred different ways, yet the unspoken words between them never meant less. No matter how afraid or alone they felt, there was always someone they can rely on. The closest, most loving someone they could have, with a bond they wouldn't let anything break.

They sit in the afterglow, enjoying each other's company. It was tempting to stay there for longer, but then they'd miss out on the day's events...