[Also, this is told from the POV of Charizard]
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.