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It had been a long time since you had seen your friend, your companion, and the only creature you could every rely on, or trust. The officer behind the glass wall handed you the clothing and belongings that had been signed into the prison's logs when you were sent here five years ago, and the first thing you checked for was your Char. You sighed deeply as you saw the shiny Pokeball he had been stored in. It was as perfect as the day it had been taken from you, which had seemed like just yesterday.

You didn't thank the man behind the screen, in fact, you still felt a deep seated sense of animosity towards the people that had taken part in forcing five years away from you. Bygones are not bygones.

After collecting your belongings, you followed the guard to the prison doors, and breathed in the fresh spring air, which somehow felt better out here than it did inside that hell hole. The chain link fence felt so...

Small, now that you were on the outside of it. You walked out of the area, and took another deep breath, that of a free man.

Well, a somewhat free man. You still had to deal with a parole officer for what seemed like forever, but you weren't being watched every second of every day. The Pokeball you were holding and squeezing tightly was the only thing that stopped you from crying as you saw an old friend drive up in a rather new car. You saw him smiling as he pulled up, and waited as he turned the car off and got out. He held out his hand, and you saw that it didn't look like the hand it had been the last time you saw it.

"Jacob... Shit, man..." You said, grabbing his hand and pulling him into a hug. Jacob hugged back, and for a second... Just a second you felt as if everything would be all right.

"Been awhile. I'm glad you called me, though." Jacob said as he took your belongings. He placed them in the trunk as you got into the car, and was surprised at how...

Upper class it looked.

"New car?" You asked, admiring the faux-wood trim and leather seats. Or... was it real wood?

"Eh... I picked it up a year or two ago. I don't drive it much, but I figured it was a special occasion, so here we are." He said as he started the car and threw it into gear.

You fingered the Pokeball in your hand, thankful that it had been returned to you. There wasn't any evidence that you had used your Pokemon during the time you spent as a rather low-level drug dealer, and the judge had allowed you to keep him. You brought it up to your mouth and kissed it before returning it to your pocket.

"You alright?" Jacob asked, looking over.

"Not really."

"Hey, don't worry man. You got it pretty good, all things considered."

He wasn't lying. Something you would be eternally grateful for was your childhood friend, Jacob. He owned a rather large landscaping business, as well as a bunch of rental houses and property. You didn't like turning to a friend for the level of help you needed, but he had insisted to set you up in his guest house, as well as hire you right off the bat for a pretty good job as a landscaper. If not for him, you'd assume that you would...

Well, you weren't too sure what you would become, to be honest.

"I don't know how I'll ever thank you." You told him, putting an arm on his shoulder and smiling for the first time in what felt like ages.

"All you have to do is stay out of trouble, my man. Promise me that, and consider your debt paid."

"I'm out of that life, Jacob. I pinky-promise." You said, smirking and holding up the pinkey.

He laughed a bit before putting the radio on. It was some obnoxious singer, but the beat was all right.

The drive to your new home was pretty long. Jacob had driven about an hour to get to you, and you drank in the country-side as song after song you had never heard played on the radio. You wished so bad to be reunited with your Char, but it would unfortunately have to wait until you were settled in.

. . .

The car stopped in front of a gate in the middle of the woods. It led to a paved driveway, but that was all that could be seen. Jacob took a key off and got out, unlocking the gate and driving the car up a bit, before locking it again. You waited with bated breath for what you would see.

As you arrived at the property, you saw a rather large, picture perfect house. The parking area held a few work vans and trailers, as well as all sorts of farming and landscaping equipment, as well as a large truck and another car, this one a bit older than the one the two of you were currently driving, but even with all of this gear, there was still a lot of parking lot available for cars.

"Wow..." You said, admiring the huge lawn, in ground pool, and a rather large, old red tractor, whose wheels were taller than you.

Jacob just smiled, and got out of the car, and you quickly followed. You followed him to the guest house, and felt such a sense of gratitude that you felt your chest was about to explode. Jacob handed you the key, and smiled. Before you took it, you embraced him in a bear hug, which, at first, he seemed rather frightened at, but he eventually hugged back. After the hug, you thanked him again, and took the key.

"All right, I'll see you at eight AM tomorrow, okay?" He said as he walked away. "Fridge is stocked, enjoy your freedom!"

"Will do, boss-man!" You said, smiling at the key in your hand.

You turned to the house, and sighed. It was a small thing, you guessed a studio. It had a newer looking porch, which had a nice, cozy looking rocking chair on it, and a 'Welcome,' mat in front of the door. The house had quite a few windows, which you liked, but you liked the red color of it most of all.

You unlocked the door, wiping your feet off on the mat before entering. The house was even better on the inside. It certainly was a studio, but was cozy as all hell. There was a futon in the furthest corner of the house, with a few thick blankets and pillows on it. It was in couch mode, and next to it was an entertainment center with a decent sized TV on it, as well as a console, which brand you didn't recognize. There were a couple of chairs pointing towards the TV, with a coffee table between them. To the leftmost corner was the kitchen, which indeed housed a plain, white fridge, as well as an electric stove, oven, sink, dish rack, and a lot of cabinets. Close to the door, maybe six or seven feet away, was a small table and three chairs. It fit snugly into the area, and matched well. There was an open door in front of the futon, which seemed to lead to the bathroom and toilet. The floor was hardwood, with heaters lining the edges of the walls, and a complicated light panel which controlled various lights built into the ceiling. The walls were wooden panel up to your waist, and then a maroon color to the ceiling.

"Damn..." You said aloud.

You took your old boots off and set them by the door, and walked over to the table. You empty your pockets, and your heart froze when you felt your Pokeball. After taking it out and expanding it, it occured to you that you didn't know what to do. How would you explain to Char that five years had passed for you, but none for him? Does he even know that you had been in jail?

You walked to the futon, Pokeball clutched in your hand, and sat down. It seemed like forever, but it might have been seconds as you thought about what to say to Char.

What to say, what to say, what to say...

Riding on impulse, you let Char out of his Pokeball.

He looked around curiously, and turned to you. You saw his smile turn to a somewhat nervous and frightened expression as he noticed how worn down and sad you looked.

"C'mere, buddy." You said, patting next to you on the futon.

He obeyed, and sat down, touching your shoulder nervously. The sparkling blue eyes as deep as an ocean seemed to wonder what had happened to you.

"I don't know what it's like in a Pokeball, Char, but... um..." You sighed deeply. "Five years has gone by since we last saw each other."

You looked into his eyes as they became more worried from the lost time, and he looked to be bursting with questions he couldn't ever communicate with you. Char took your hand in his and squeezed, trying, no, begging, to ask what had happened.

"Well, you know how I was before... um... How I sold all that junk?" He nodded. "What I did was wrong, and, well, I was caught. The only reason you're still with me is because you never played a part in what I did. And what I did was awful, and... Unacceptable, both for you, and everyone else."

His eyes still shone with uncertainty and worry, but you could see that he somewhat understood you. This was as best as you could describe to a Pokemon that you were a drug dealer, and had been thrown in prison, but that didn't make it hurt any less.

"When they caught me, they threw me in prison for five years." You explained, setting a hand on his thigh and rubbing him. To your dread, he pushed your hand off of him. You hadn't expected him to do that, but... "If you want to go... Well... your um... Pokeball's right here..."

You were about to hold it up when you felt slammed with an embrace. Char roared as he pulled you into a deep hug, and your terrified yelp couldn't even be heard. His hug felt...

Indescribably wonderful.

It was the first time in almost five or six years anyone, or anything, had hugged you like this, and you hadn't realized how much you missed it up until this point. Your arms flew up and hugged him back, and the two of you embraced each other for an eternity. His warm, soft skin pressed against yours, his large head resting on the nape of your neck, and the warm bursts of air that went across your shoulder blade as he breathed felt incredible. Under his wings was where you liked to hug the most, as it was freakishly warm, and the soft, velvety green of his wings was the best thing you had ever felt.

It was a long time before either of you let go.

When the two of you eventually parted, you got up, and transformed the futon into a bed. Char got up and helped, but his weight off the futon was what really helped. You got on, moving closer to the wall, and smiled as Char joined you on the bed. He rested his head on your arm, and you pulled him in, giving him a soft kiss on his cheek. You laughed as he licked yours, and wiped the sliva off.

This was what you had wanted for five years, what you had yearned for, and it was so... so worth it. The gratitude you felt for Jacob was overpowering, and you knew you'd be in his debt forever. Char wiggled close to you, and his warmth made a blanket unnecessary. You began to explain to him every detail of what had happened while he was away, and teared up a couple of times. He was always there for you, however, to wipe your tears away and embrace you in a hug. You weren't sure if you could have managed life without him.

Once everything that needed to be said had been said, the two of you lied together, rubbing each other wherever your hands took you.

You gulped as you felt his hand cup around your groin, and shuttered. That area had been neglected for so long, and his hand alone was a lot to deal with. The stories about prison rape were often exaggereated; you were never anyone's bitch, and you got through the whole ordeal unscathed. You were thankful for whatever Pokemon God helped see to that.

You felt yourself getting hard quick, and the erection was pressing against your pants uncomfortably. With a gulp, you undid your belt, and slid your pants and underwear off in one fell swoop, and felt nervous as your cock rested on Char's leg. With a grunt, you took your shirt off, and you were finally equal to your Pokemon friend. Nothing much happened after that, unfortunately, but you still enjoyed the contact and intimacy.

"I love you, so... So...Much." You said, looking into his eyes.

Char smiled and murred, and licked you again, but you pulled his snout in and gave it a deep kiss. It was awkward, but Char seemed to love it. Kissing wasn't much his thing, and you let him have that. After you separated from him, you just stared into his eyes for a long time.

"Remember when I first got you?" You asked, chuckling.

Char nodded, and smiled, and a sound as if two large stones were grating together came from his throat. He was laughing. You laughed with him, and tried your best to recall the first day, which occurred over fifteen years ago, when you were ten.

. . .

You had never wanted a Pokemon, but for every ten year old, it wasn't so much of a gift as it was a necessity. Almost everything later on in life depended on how you reared your Pokemon, from college choice to job promotions. For a ten year old, it was a lot to drink in, and as you begrudgingly made your way to the Pokemon Center, you wondered if the choice you had made the last night was a good one. As a child born after the Galar Expansion, you had the choice of twenty-four different starting Pokemon. There were a lot of them, and you didn't know exactly why you had chosen a Charmander. You just liked how it looked, and you went with your gut. Mudkip had been a close second, though.

When you got to the Pokemon Center, you were relieved that there was A/C on in the building, and got in line behind a couple of other children near a large, round desk. A nurse was behind it, making sure to help the kids fill out the paperwork required to get the Pokemon. You wondered how many of these nurses you'd see on your way to the championship, if you ever wanted to pursue something like that. By the time your thoughts were over, about how you just wanted to get your Charmander and pursue school work instead, you were being beckoned to the desk.

"Hello there," the nurse said, a smile beaming on her face. She was a large black lady, and seemed to have a martonly air surrounding her. For whatever reason, this nurse seemed more loving and caring than your own mother, who you considered second to none when it came to that department. "And what's your name?"

You gave her your name.

"All right, hon, just write it down here... Yup... and select your Pokemon of choice down below here..."

"Which Pokemon did you choose?" You asked as you filled in the dot next to Charmander's name.

"Oh, I came from Galar when the mainland found it. I never did what you're doing, but the first Pokemon I caught was... Oh, let's see..." She curiously thought for a minute, biting her pen as she tapped her nails in rapid succession on the counter. "I think it was the most adorable little Nickit. I called her 'Foxy Lady,' for what seemed like forever before eventually realizing that 'she' was actually a 'he.'"

"Huh." You replied, signing your name as best you could below your choice. "I've never seen one of those before..."

The nurse looked over your application, and smiled. She nodded, and stamped the bottom and signed away. She told you that she'd be back in a second, and left the desk.

As you waited, you looked around, and saw a large Machamp with one of its four arms in a cast, a Pikachu with a bandage around its tail, and a Totodile on a trainers shoulder looking rather sick.

After a minute or two of nervously twiddling your thumbs, you heard a door open. It was the nurse, and she held a Pokeball in her hand, and a backpack in the other. She explained that it was a few weeks worth of food for a Charmander, as well as the supplies you'd need for not burning your house down. She also showed you a picture of Foxy Lady, and it was indeed adorable.

You thanked her, and shrunk the Pokeball down to its golf ball size, and slid it into your pocket. The walk home was quicker than the walk to the Pokemon Center, and soon, you were on your bed. You didn't want to let Charmander our right then and there, and set it on a desk, grabbing a book as you walked away.

It was a book your teacher was making you read, something about a man and his mentally deficient companion during the Great Depression, and it was pretty interesting to read, but the longer you read it, the more the Pokeball distracted you. It slowly crept into your mind and consumed your thinking. You snapped the book shut and got up, quickly walking over to the desk and snatching the Pokeball up. The book was thrown onto the desk, and your rear was thrown onto the bed.

With nervous anticipation, you grew the Pokeball a few sizes larger, and released the Charmander.

As the energy took form, you realized how cute that the Charmander actually was. It wasn't as dopey as many depictions of it were, and looked much better. Its eyes were a bit bigger, and were a beautiful shade of blue, and the cream colored belly contrasted the rest of the Pokemons' orange skin well. It had a large, round head and small little digets for fingers, and slim legs and claws as white as snow.

"Charmander!" It declared, walking over to you.

"Hey, buddy." You said, rubbing its head. Charmander's eyes closed, and he rubbed up against your hand. You laughed a bit, and rubbed down its head, to the neck and down to a shoulder. "You're pretty cute!"

"Char!" The Pokemon said, blushing a bit.

The Pokemon was really soft, as well. You picked it up, and cradled it in your arms, laying down on the bed with it. Charmander looked happy as you cuddled it, and hugged your face onto its belly as you hugged him. The Pokemon held you quite firmly, and you wondered why, but whenever you tried to move your head, the Pokemon would push it back down. After awhile, you began to feel why.

You were in between Charmander's legs at this point, and felt a growing lump between them. It didn't dawn on you, at first, what was going on. You thought the two of you were hugging, but now, it didn't seem that way.

You pulled his arms off of you and sat up, frowning at the little Pokemon. You saw that, between the Charmander's legs, there was a growing shaft. That took you by surprise.

"So... um... you're a boy, huh..." You said, eyes glued to the slowly rising shaft.

Charmander nodded, and looked down at himself. He looked a little guilty, and you felt sorry for him. Oddly enough, for the first time, you felt something stiff between your legs. Confused, you looked down at your shorts, and saw something poking up. When you went to touch it, it felt odd. Good, but not in a way you had ever felt before. Charmander looked at your lap and gave a wide, open mouthed smile. He seemed ecstatic at this development.

"Charmander!" He said, getting up. His little erect cock bounced up and down as he ran to your lap.

"Woah-... What are you doing?" You asked as he knelt down by your lap.

"Char!" He said, poking the tent on your shorts.

"Huh?"

Charmander frowned, and pointed at his own erect length. It dawned on you that yours must be hard, like his. Before you could do anything, Charmander pulled your shorts open. You jumped, and tried to squirm away from this voyeur, but he didn't budge, and it only opened your shorts wider. It felt odd as he looked down, and you gazed down with him. He was the first one besides the doctor to look at you like this, and you didn't really like it. Your member certainly was hard, though, harder than you had ever remembered it ever being. Charmander's gaze felt odd, and you wanted to stop, but at the same time, it felt so...

Different.

"Why is it like that?" You asked him.

"Char..." Charmander said, letting your shorts go. The elastic snapped the shorts closed, and you felt relieved, but still a little odd. Charmander leaned back on his elbows, and gazed down at his member. It was as hard as it could be, and looked much different from your own. It was red, and ended in a blunt point, with a small hole at the tip. It was pretty thick, and nestled below it was a small, cream colored sack with two small bulges in it.

Charmander looked up at you and smiled. "Char!" He said, pointing to your groin again.

"You want to see me again?" You asked nervously. Charmander nodded, and you gulped. Were you really going to strip for this creature?

You resolved to, since he was nude as well, and began the process of taking off your clothing in front of him. Never before had you experienced anything like it. You slide your shorts off, and the mast between your legs became even more pronounced against your tight, white underwear. Charmander smiled, and nodded in encouragement, and your shirt was next, and he smiled more, looking at your scrawny chest as you threw the shirt in the same pile as the shorts. Lastly, you pulled your underwear down, and tossed it with the pile. It was a bit colder in the room now, but you hardly felt the temperature. Instead, all you could think about was Charmander looking at you. His wide, blue eyes seemed to dart between your own eyes, and your groin.

He patted the bed next to him, and you obliged, nervously hiding your privates in your hands. Charmander pushed you back on your pillow, and you helped him when he moved your legs onto the bed. You were still holding your privates away from his prying eyes. Charmander took one leg, and moved it to one side, giggling at the fear in your eyes as he did so. Next, was the other leg. Charmander looked at you, and you felt his hands on yours. They were warm, and comforting.

Slowly, you felt him lead your hands away from your privates. He set them on your legs, and sighed softly. You weren't sure what he was doing, but you trusted him. The two of you were still erect, and you felt his hand gently touch your member. It felt warm, and he softly grabbed it. As Charmander toyed with your shaft, you had a sinking, nervous fear come into your chest. What he was doing felt weirdly good, but you thought you'd get into a lot of trouble if someone came into the room.

You were about to push Charmander off of you when you heard and felt the most wonderful sensation you had ever felt. After a surprised gasp, you looked down and saw Charmander slowly creeping down your cock with his mouth. You watched in bliss as your cock made an outline on his cheek as he sunk to the bottom of your member. His eyes were closed, and he seemed to really enjoy doing this to you. Why did this feel so good?

He sucked upwards, his teeth grating your member as his tongue pressed firmly against the belly of your member, and when he got to your tip, he opened his eyes and smiled, your cock still in his mouth. You nervously looked down as he began to suckle on your tip, moving his tongue around it and tracing its ridges and curves, before slowly licking his way down.

Charmander picked up his pace, and began to worship your cock with his mouth, sucking tightly on it as he made his way up and down it, licking every inch of your small, young cock. You felt him softly bite the tip every few times he made his way upwards, giggling at your shutters as he bit down. You fell in love with the happy, gleeful expression he made every time he laughed, it set a warm fire in your chest.

Speaking of a warm sensation, something odd was building up in your penis. You didn't know what it felt like, but it reminded you of needing to pee. It was embarrassing to say to Charmander, so you kept silent until the pressure felt unbearable. You pulled his head off your twitching, soaked cock, and watched as it throbbed in the open air. Nothing came out, no pee, nothing.

Confused, you let his head go, and Charmander quickly returned to his ministrations on your penis. Again, the pressure started to build, and you pulled his head off, and nothing came out. And again, you let his head go, only to have the exact situation happened three more times, each happening quicker and quicker than the last. After the fifth time of being pulled off of your cock, Charmander looked at you, frowning. You looked down, and apologized.

"I just... keep feeling like I need to pee." You explained as Charmander wiped the siiva off of his chin and lips. "And..." You blushed. "I just don't want to pee in your mouth."

"Charmander!" He exclaimed, rolling his eyes. "Char!"

"What?"

Charmander got close to your cock again, and made a fist under your cock. You watched as he brought it up to your tip and made the fist explode. Cocking your head, you questioned the action he made. Charmander just frowned and put your cock back in his mouth. After a good suck or two, he pulled his head off, making sure you were watching. When he saw that he had your attention, he frowned, and shook his head 'no'.

"What?"

"Char, Charmander!" Charmander groaned, putting a hand on his face and shaking his head.

"You want me to pee into you?" You asked, flabbergasted.

Charmander eagerly shook his head to the affirmative, and a strange feeling rose into your chest. One of acceptance, which felt bad. Shameful, even. You continued to think of this even when Charmander began to suck on your cock again, this time, a bit quicker and faster. The thoughts quickly dwindled away as you become preoccupied with his tongue, and you began to breathe a bit more heavily. Charmander looked up, and you smiled.

"I'm gonna pee in you soon, I guess..." You said, rubbing his head as he smiled.

Charmander grunted, and quickly doubled his efforts, rubbing you down with his tongue. The feeling of needing to pee quickly came back, and this time, no matter what instincts were screaming at you to stop, you ignored them. Charmander went quicker and quicker, and, even though you didn't know exactly what was happening, you began to moan in a squeaky voice. Charmander clamped down and suckled your entire cock in his mouth, expectantly waiting for his reward. You felt...

Nothing.

Sure, it had felt like you were on a rocket ship to the moon, and every time your cock pulsed, it sent a slew of euphoria into your veins and chest, but no pee came out. Nothing at all. Charmander continued to suck on you, but eventually stopped when you began to squirm. Your cock in his suckling mouth had begun to feel unbearably good.

Charmander pulled off your cock, and you gasped as he bit you a bit harder than regularly.

"Ow." You said, grimacing at the pain.

"Char?"

Charmander looked puzzled. You asked what was wrong, but the lizard just shook his head and smiled. He walked from in between your legs, and over to your face, and sat down next to you. You sat up, and looked down at your lizard, smiling.

"You mind if I touch yours? It looks really cool." You said, enamored with the shape of it.

Charmander eagerly nodded, and opened his legs a bit more. You gave the twitching member a small prod, and was surprised at the heat it gave off. It felt almost like a small, fleshy hand-warmer. You wrapped your hand around it, and the heat only spread. Charmander squealed at your touch, and you looked up to see the lizard expectantly waiting for your next move. You pulled on it, upwards, but it didn't move much. Charmander groaned, and you looked up again. He was smiling, and encouraging you to pull more, but you felt as if you should stop. Charmander seemed almost disappointed as you let go, and placed his hands on his legs.

"Char!" He said, standing up.

"Huh?"

He didn't let you finish a thought before pushing your head back down on the pillow. You were his as he began to position your body, essentially laying your legs down, your arms by your side, and your small, wet cock to one side as well as he walked back to you.

You watched as he stepped in between your neck, and were a bit nervous. His cock was a mere inch from your mouth, and there was a look in his eyes you didn't recognize. Charmander reached down, and pulled your mouth open, gently, and smiled. He called his name one last time as he slowly stepped forward, moving his cock into your mouth.

You grunted at the intrusion, but welcomed it at the same time. You weren't sure what to do, so Charmander took the lead and began to push his hips on and off of your face, driving his cock deeper and deeper into your mouth before pulling it out. He began to moan, and you decided to do what he did, and moved your tongue all around. It felt odd having something so hot in your mouth being pushed in and out, but you decided that you liked it. Charmander seemed to love humping your mouth, and leaned down, wrapping his hands around your head.

He smelled like cinnamon, you realized, as he humped you. Not that his cock did, his cock was somewhat like a finger; hard, yet squishy, and tasted like your mouth after you sucked on it for awhile. But the more he jumped your mouth, the surer you were of the smell. The faster he humped you, the more his balls smacked on your chin. You giggled at the ferocity at which he fucked your mouth, and looked up to see him gritting his teeth, his eyes screwed tightly shut.

You reached out a hand and began to play with his ball sack, closing your eyes as wet smacks filled the room. It was fun to play with, almost like a stress ball, but you realized how much you could hurt him by playing too rough, so you took it easy. Charmander began to cry out as you fondled him, and eventually stopped thrusting. You looked up, and realized it was because he was exhausted.

Taking this as a sign to do more, you began to suck on his member like you would your thumb, and he actually began to pant more. His clawed toes dug into your bedding as you sucked, and you felt him grab around your head harder than before. He gave a couple of quick, hard thrusts every few seconds, but mostly let you do the fellating as he panted and recovered. His hand began to rub your neck, as if to say 'good job,' and you felt like you were doing a good one.

After a few hard sucks, you felt him clamp down harder than he ever had before, and shoved his cock into your mouth, so far back that you gagged a couple of times. He bellowed his name, and you felt some odd, warm liquid gushing into your mouth as he panted and yelped, each thrust bringing another dose of this odd liquid. It felt good, as if you were sucking on a straw that was way back in your mouth, and him shooting it into your throat made you feel happy. Charmander needed your mouth right now, and you were going to be a good boy and let him use it for as long as he needed to.

Unfortunately, it wasn't too much longer.

After you had come to that conclusion, you felt his grip weaken on you. He was still panting, but as he let go, you could feel his cock beginning to shrink in your mouth. Whatever his cock had spat into you was pooling around his cock, as he dragged it out, the liquid came with it. It ran down your chin and onto your neck, and you giggled as Charmander sat down on your chest, completely exhausted.

The substance was curious. It stuck to your fingers, but ran down it quickly, and was white. It tasted funny, kind of like a salty, cinnamon flavor, and you enjoyed it. In fact, you went back for seconds, even thirds. Charmander watched you and smiled as you ate his liquid, and when you were all done, you looked up and giggled.

"It's yummy." You said, continuing to giggle.

"Char..." Charmander said tiredly.

You watched the last vestiges of his cock shrink back into his sheath, and his balls eventually tucked back into his legs. The only thing left between his legs was smooth, creamy skin, as well as wet silva. Your silva.

Charmander didn't resist when you picked him up like a baby and moved him from your chest. You looked down at your cock, and smiled. It wasn't something you paid much attention to, and you felt as if that was a shame. The wet member began to get a little cold, so you got up and dried it off with your shirt, got the book, and came back into bed with Charmander, who had taken up residency on your pillow. You booted him off, and laid him on your arm, and began to snuggle with him.

You felt as if this was the beginning of something special as he fell asleep in your arms, nuzzling your shoulder with his snout. After a few minutes of him sleeping, you pulled the covers over your naked body, and began to read.

. . .

"You know, I could get you charged for statitory rape, Char." You said, chuckling. "I was only ten."

Char rolled his eyes, and smirked.

"Guess so. Looking back, I kind of initiated that whole... debacle."

Char murred, and rubbed your cheek with a hand, as if expressing that he was happy that you did, even if he had to take your hand through the process and guide you.

The fact of the matter was, was that Char that wanted you. As soon as he saw you, he was infatuated with you. It was unlike anything he had ever experienced before, as if it was programmed into him when he had hatched to love you, and to make love to you.

Char thought of when you first allowed him to enter your rear. It had been awhile, maybe five years after he had gotten you.

. . .

Charmander sat down on the gym floor, panting as he recovered from the punch Smeargle had connected with his lip. It had been a long battle, and your trainer hadn't exactly treated you with the respect you thought you deserved, what, being his starter Pokemon, and everything. It was a Normal Type gym, one of the first ones your trainer had ever brought you to. He hadn't focused on silly goals like, 'Catching 'em all!,' or, 'Becoming the greatest Pokemon trainer ever!,' instead, he decided to finish up with school, and graduated at the top of his class when the time came. Although, the celebration was kind of small, since not a lot of kids went up to high school. Those kids were the same type with those ridiculous goals your trainer had spurned, and now it had seemed to come back to bite them in the rear. Those not making a living fighting anyone and everyone they came across usually joined one of the many teams lying about in every such region. Now, however, your trainer was taking a year off before he started college to try and attempt to gain as many gym badges as he could, but he never took it as a challenge, instead, he tried to have as much fun as possible with it.

And it certainly showed in the bedroom.

You had made the first move on your trainer when he first brought you out into the world, but, being a young, horny boy meant he had an incredibly enormous libido, and every day was the same old, but it was amazing every time. In the morning, you would both wake up with wood, and expect each other to help out. Sometimes, it was 69ing, other times it was jerking each other off, most of the time it was just the two of you taking turns sucking each other off. You had once experimented with your feet, but your trainer didn't exactly like the feeling.

The next time the two of you would get together would be once he got home from school. He always kept you close to him, and occasionally, he would release you in the bathroom of his school. When he did that, you made sure to suck him off as quickly and as silently as you could, and he would return you to your Pokeball.

You didn't mind occasions like that, in fact, you wished that they had happened more often. The danger and sense of fear that came when someone walked into the bathroom was such a rush.

After school, you were released into the bedroom you shared with him, and the two of you sucked each other off again, kind of repeating the morning routine. This would happen once or twice more on a good day, and, finally, the two of you would cuddle up when it was his bedtime, and you would fall asleep to your trainer reading a book aloud to you. It was one of your most favorite times of the day, and it seemed as if the two of you got closer and closer each night.

The bond the two of you had built was nigh indestructible, but times like this, when he treated you as a tool instead of a companion, really pissed you off. You tried not to hold it against him, especially since he seemed nervous at making you fight, but what he didn't realize is just how much you loved the carnage of a Pokemon battle.

The nervous swipes, the roaring and shouting, the taste and smell of blood when you bite, and in return, were bitten, it all made you feel more alive than you ever did. Even now, as you were sitting on the gym floor, blood running out of your nose and with a split lip, you felt as if you could go for another five rounds of this. If things got too bad, a quick super potion break here, maybe a berry there for your energy. The last Pokemon that the gym leader had was a rather formidable Smeargle. Both parties had consented to a quick break in the battle, each trainer working over his Pokemon with all kinds of healing items. Your trainer had sprayed your lip and arm with a super potion, and you already felt the skin closing on your tender lip. It felt so odd, but the relief it brought was tantamount to a bottle of water after a long run, or a plate of food after a week of not eating.

"You doing good?" He asked you.

'I am, just let me back out there!' You screamed, a look of malice directed towards the painting opponent.

"I don't know what that means, but you look ready to kick ass!"

You just screamed your name again, as it was the only thing that apparently got through to him, and slowly jogged out to the arena. When the gym trainer saw you approaching, he gave the Smeargle a pat on the bum as it ran towards you, tongue flopping in the wind, hand on his tail.

Maybe three feet from each other, the two of you began to circle each other, as if you were wrestling. You didn't know why, but this Pokemon pissed you off. None of the other Pokemon you had fought today made you feel this way, but Smeargle just... Rubbed you the wrong way.

You made the first move, dashing into slash the Pokemon, and your claw connected. From the leftmost area of Smeargle's waist, to its upper right shoulder, you scratched the flesh, leaving a deep red trail with your claws, but you weren't done. You allowed the momentum of the slash to bring you up and around, and you spun in the air. As you twisted back around, you let a torrent of flames out from your maw, and it scorched the Smeargle's cream colored fur, turning it black and leaving parts of it singed. You were about to follow up with another swipe when you felt Smeargle let loose a torrent of his own flames back at you. It hurt after a while, sure, but not as bad as it must have for Smeargle. Before it could finish bellowing the flames, you fought through the pain and punched the creature in the jaw, and, surprisingly, your fist connected hard, and sent the larger Pokemon stumbling back.

You didn't waste any time in following up by bellowing more flames at him while rushing towards his now burning body. Two swipes more and the Pokemon was down. Not sure if it was a ruse, or something else, you got close and poked his leg.

With lightning speed, you were kicked between the legs and under your jaw. Now you were the one sent flying. Time seemed to slow down as you traveled through the air, your jaw with painful lightning bolts inside it, your groin on fire. You landed with a loud thump, and the breath was knocked right out of you.

As you recovered, panting, and on the floor, Smeargle ran up to you and brutally kicked you in the stomach. Pain shot through your side, and you curled up, clutching your chest as you heaved your lunch up next to you. Smeargle decided that enough was enough after two more excruciatingly painful kicks, and raised his hands in triumph.

The pain was one of the most exotic, debilitating things you had felt, and never wanted to feel again. Your desperation turned to anger, no, fury, at the overconfident, cocky Smeargle. The black that you felt kept bubbling up to the surface every second, growing stronger and stronger until you felt like you were going to burst.

How fucking dare this asshole kick you while you were down? Whatever happened to a fair fight? He had a fucking size advantage on you, and, for many reasons, should have taken it easer on you. This was a gym battle, not a fucking fight for survival, but if it was a survival fight Smeargle wanted, you would give it to him.

You let that black hatred you felt towards the Pokemon come spilling out of every orifice. A blinding flash of light drove your eyes shut, and the next thing you felt was the pain manifesting into your stretching limbs. Your fingers, however small they were, grew long, sharp claws, and a horn shot up from the back of your skull. You became overall taller and bigger, and when you felt the light go away, felt extremely powerful.

You heard a gasp.

It was from your trainer, but your bloodlust had forced you at Smeargle. He had watched your metamorphosis, and every single time you slashed at him, you felt better and better. Smeargle was now on the defense, and you drove him into the corner of the arena with wide, powerful swipes, kicks, and the occasional bite. He could do nothing against your unbridled fury, nothing at all, and the power you felt was only amplified. With a stirn, harsh kick, Smeargle collapsed onto the ground. Before he could get up, you let loose another blast of flame, and were proud to see it much stronger than the last time. Smeargle cried out in pain as you blasted him, but you didn't care.

As far as you were concerned, this was a fight to the death. It was what he wanted, anyway.

Suddenly, everything seemed... Fuzzy. You stopped with the flames, and put a clawed hand to your head. Your vision narrowed, focusing on the whimpering Smeargle, and you felt sloshy. Like something hit your head really hard, but there was no pain, aside from a stinging on your leg. You looked down, and saw something purple, and fuzzy, but that was it before you collapsed to the ground.

You looked around for another second or two before you were driven into unconsciousness by whatever had happened to you.

. . .

When you came to, you were in a PokeCenter, and you shut your eyes against the bright, freakishly bright lights. You covered your eyes with an arm, and opened them again, and the light was a bit more manageable this time. Your ears ringing a little bit, and you felt like hell frozen over, and you couldn't see much. But, at least you weren't in any danger.

As your vision focused, the lights became less intense, and you could take your red arm away from your face.

Wait...

You looked at your arm.

Wasn't it supposed to be orange? Your heart skipped a beat at the realization, and what a powerful realization it was. You had evolved. No longer a small and cute Charmander, you were now a Charmeleon. The horn on your head proved it. It felt... You felt...

How did you feel?

It felt like you were happy, unbelievably happy, but nervous at the same time as well. Would your trainer still... still love you like this? You stared at your hands for a long time, looking at the sharp, clawed fingers that made them up.

No more baby Charmander hands for you, these hands could easily kill.

It filled you with a nervous pride.

Suddenly, the door burst open, and a figure dashed towards you, and pulled you into a deep, freakishly strong hug. You weren't sure who this was, or why they were hugging you, but you felt them crying, no, sobbing, on you, and it felt rather uncomfortable. After the figure stopped hugging you, he pulled his face away, and you could see that it was your trainer. You wanted to hug him back so much, but couldn't bring yourself to move too much. It drained your energy just to look at your hands.

"Oh fuck, Charmander, I was so worried about you!" He said, wiping the snot from his nose. You wondered what had happened.

Truth be told, you could only remember getting the shit kicked out of you, everything else was a blur of anger and attacks. You lifted your hands and showed your trainer, trying to smile.

He took them in his own, his fingers weaving in between yours. He held them close to his chest, and began to cry again. You wished that he would stop, but it felt good to be doted upon. After a second, you were pulled into another hug, and this time, you were able to hug back. It only made him cry more.

It took awhile, but finally, he pulled himself together. You watched as he blew his nose into a tissue, and threw it into a bin. Once he recovered, he sat beside you and began to explain what had happened.

"I was just about to recall you when you started to shine. I mean, it was blinding. When the light faded, before any of us even realized what had just happened, you were already kicking the shit out of the Smeargle. It was the coolest thing ever, and I was rooting for you to win, but the gym leader got skeeved out. He said that you had lost control, and when you started to burn his Pokemon, he freaked out." Your trainer said, seemingly happy about what had transpired. "Before I could recall you, he shot you in the leg with a... Well, I think it was a tranquilizer dart. It knocked you out real well, and real fast."

'So that's what happened.' You said, surprised at your now deep voice.

"Uh huh. Anyway, he told me to take you to the PokeCenter as fast as possible, and I did. He threw the badge at me on my way out, so I guess we're all set there. And it looks like you're doing well?" You nodded, and smiled. "Well, maybe we can get out of here once you've rested a bit more. We'll get a good fucking dinner, huh?"

You nodded enthusiastically.

"So..." Your trainer said, gazing down at your chest. "I guess you're not a Charmander anymore."

'Apparently not.' You said, nodding.

"I guess... I'll have to call you something different now."

'Like what?'

"I'm thinking... Blaze? No... No, too basic. Zippo? Nah." Your trainer grabbed his chin, a vice he seemed to do whenever he was deep in thought. "What about... Just Char? It works with every one of your evolutions, and..." He shrugged.

'Char? I guess it works. Not my first choice, but... It works.' You said, nodding. You wished your communication with your trainer wasn't a one way street.

"Char it is!" He said, happily.

His hand felt warm on your shoulder, and you couldn't help but feel happier than you ever felt. Not only were you now stronger than you were a day ago, but you now had a name your trainer could call you. An identity.

. . .

It was nightfall when the PokeCenter let the two of you go. They didn't want to, they wanted to keep you there all night for observation, but your trainer convinced them to let you go, saying that you would be watched as you slept together in the same bed. The staff were eventually persuaded, and let him have the paperwork for release.

When all was said and done, the two of you found the nearest restaurant and ordered quite a king's meal. Every morsel of food you got, you fervently devoured, leaving nothing but the bones and drippings, and the same went for your trainer, although he was a bit more respectful in how he ate.

When the time came, the two of you left the restaurant and sauntered around town, window shopping in any store that looked cool, and your trainer even bought a couple of treats for you for doing so well in the battle earlier. When the town's clock struck midnight, he wanted to get to the hotel, and before you knew it, you were inside the cool, air conditioned lobby of the building. The elevator ride up was a fun experience you didn't get to have often, and when the two of you got to your room, you couldn't wait to see inside.

He slid the card into the door, and it swung open. The cool air smacked the two of you, and you took a deep breath, appreciating the smell of the room more so than anything else. The room itself was rather drab; a brown carpet and walls, a plaster ceiling, and your basic accommodations; a TV and dresser, two nightstands with matching lamps on them, an alarm clock, and a queen size bed in the middle of the room.

You followed your trainer into the room, and hopped onto the bed. It was really comfy, and you sank into one of the best pillows you had ever rested your head on. Shutting your eyes, you began to feel a sense of peace for the first time today, and it felt really good.

Something was clinking, and you opened your eyes, and looked over to see your half naked trainer stripping his pants off. He had really grown in the five years since you first went down on him. He had small patches of chest hair, a healthy amount of armpit hair, and a bit too much hair in the pubic department. By now, his balls were much bigger than they were the first time, and his cock had grown a lot. You looked over as he threw his dirty pants and undergarments on the floor, and felt a tightness in between your legs.

He smiled as he got onto the bed, and pulled you close to his naked form. The two of you rested in each other's company for a while before you felt something stiff on your leg. Smiling, you looked down to see his cock twitching on your leg. The sight of it gave you yourself an erection, and you watched as your cock slowly crept out of its slit, growing bigger and bigger. It seemed that the evolution had been especially generous with your member, as it was considerably bigger now than it had been when you were a Charmander.

"Wow..." Your trainer said, prodding it.

'It's fucking great...'

"Should we measure it?"

You nod, excitedly wondering how much bigger it got. He took a vinyl tape measurer out of his backpack and laid it down at the base of your cock. It was slowly led to your tip, and you watched as inch after inch was rolled out. At the end, it precisely met up with the six inch mark. It was four inches bigger than when you were a Charmander.

"Impressive." He said, rubbing it gently. He gave it a small lick, and you tensed up, but he laughed and got up. "Nah, this calls for something special. I've wanted to do this with you for a long time, but you were always too small as a Charmander to do it with me." You wondered what he was talking about as he placed the tape measurer back into the backpack and pulled out a bottle of... something. "But now, your cock is fucking perfect."

He turned to you and smiled, popping the cap off the bottle and squirting some on your member. It felt tingly, and as he spread it around your cock, it began to feel numb. The lack of feeling freaked you out, but he just laughed.

"It has a numbing agent in it." He said, calming you down. You didn't know what that meant, but he demonstrated by grabbing your cock and beginning to jerk it off. You felt nothing. "It wears off in about twenty minutes or so, and I have some regular stuff, so if it dries out or we need more..."

'But what the fuck are we going to do?' You ask, not caring that he didn't understand what you were saying.

"I want you to fuck me, Char." He said.

Oh.

Um.. Okay. This was new.

You watched as he pulled something else out of the bag, and he told you that he'd be back in a few minutes. As you waited for him, you prodded your cock again, and felt pressure, but no pleasure or sensitivity at all. It was as if someone was poking your arm. You heard running water and what sounded like him washing his hands. At least your balls felt... Normal.

You soon grew bored waiting for him, and just stared at your cock. It felt so surreal to see it so large, and you wished you'd had time to play with it before he put that stuff on it. The substance was slippery, and it didn't dry out when you rubbed it around on your fingers. Once you wiped it on the bed, your trainer came out of the bathroom, the blood drained from his face. He was meekly smiling, and seemed to be in pain.

"That was a little uncomfortable." He said, rubbing his butt. "But, it's all clean in there."

What?

You watched as your trainer pulled a couple of pillows from the bed and placed them under his groin, laying down and presenting you with his rear. You watched as he moved his ass cheeks apart, and you saw that tight, puckered hole just waiting for you.

You wasted no time, and walked on your knees between his legs. His hole was waiting for you, but you press on it, feeling the warmth of it, feeling how tight it was. He whimpered a bit as you stuck the tip of your cock into the small hole, and the whimper soon turned into a low, pained moan as you slide your cock into him completely. His asshole constricted you at first, but you forced it apart as your cock easily widened it. You pushed your waist against him, and heard him grunt loudly. You looked up and saw him staring back at you, grabbing a pillow with his arms and holding on tightly.

It was warm in his ass, but you felt as if you were warming it up more than he was. Regardless, you pulled out, and smashed back in, hearing him groaning in pleasure as your cock popped into him. You began to hump his hole, grabbing his waist for support as you drive your member in and out of his small hole, and listened as he panted in pain, as well as a deep pleasure. This was what he wanted, after all. You fucked him hard, and watched as his hand went down to his groin, and saw him start to jerk off, although, since his cock was buried in a pillow, it must have been hard to do. You focused on his rear, pounding it harder and harder. His ass cheeks squished against your thighs as you slapped your balls against his. The bed was rocking and squeaking as you pushed and pulled your cock out of his rear. He was moaning loudly, biting down on a pillow, hoping to keep quiet.

You pulled out of him, and heard him moan something of a shout. It seems as if he liked that. You were going to try to move him around, so you could gaze at him jerking his member off as you fucked him, but this interested you.

Carefully, you took your cock and pushed it back into him, all the way to your pelvis, and slowly dragged it out again. For a second time, he moaned loudly. Smiling, you did it a couple more times, each time rewarded with a fierce, uncensored moan from your love.

You pulled out one last time, and gave his squishy ass cheeks a few pinches. He laughed, and turned, looking at you.

"What's the matter? Combee got your cock?" He asked.

You laughed a little before kneel-walking over to his side, and began to push him. The goal wasn't for you yourself to move him, but for him to get the hint. He got it pretty quickly, and flipped over onto his back, his exposed cock now twitching in plain view. It seemed as if he was a bit leaky tonight; strands of precum were drooling out of the tip of his cock. A pillow was under his lower back, which pushed his rear closer towards you. As you walked back to that wonderful little hole, you began to feel a bit more sensations around your cock, and realized that the lube had started to wear off. You gave it a few prods and pokes to make sure your assessment was correct, and the more you test, the more feeling came back.

He watched in curiosity as you got in between his legs. You were drooling at the sight of his stiff, yet not hard, member and lazy, saggy ball sack, and had to snap out of it. His legs were in the way, so you picked them up, one by one, and put them on your shoulders. He moved around a bit as he positioned them better, and, when he was comfortable, you began to poke around his ass with your cock. That tight, young hole was waiting for you, but you didn't want to rush it, especially now that you could feel more than heat on your member.

You grabbed your twitching cock, and gently rubbed it up and down his ass, chuckling as you began to feel your trainer tremble. Your cock felt warm as you rubbed it on his hole, and small, delicious prickling needles shot into it as you moved it in an 'O' shape around his twitching, wet hole. Content with teasing your trainer, you decided to go the extra mile, and flicked a finger or two around his own shaft.

He whimpered a bit more, and you could see the fear in his eyes as you pushed against his asshole. You felt bad for continuing, but at the same time, knew that this was what he wanted; for you to please yourself with his hole as hard and as slow as you wanted. After applying a bit more pressure, the feelings exploded in your mind as you pushed your cock into him. When you had been numbed up, it had only felt hot, but now...

With his flesh pushing and pulsating against your own tender member, trying to force it out as best it could, it felt close to heaven. Your two bodies became one as you pushed completely in, and sighed, legs beginning to shake as he gasped in pain. Every inch you pushed in brought more and more pleasure, and you held your cock there, not wanting to move much, and also to help him get more acclimated to having your cock in his asshole. Around the base of your member, you felt the muscles around his hole constrict around you, moving up and down, as if in an attempt to push it out, and this subtle milking motion that the warm, fleshy hole offered to you was glorious.

You looked your trainer in the eyes, and saw the want in them. He was giving you the look of desperation you had grown to love when you sucked him off in bathroom stalls, or during boring family events. Now, however, this look was ten times what even the most desperate one had looked like.

Deciding to give him what he wanted, you wrapped your arms around his thighs, and began to pull out of him. His asshole sucked your cock as you pulled it out, and he groaned in relief as almost all of it came out. With a grunt, you heard your cock squelch into his asshole, and heard him swear. You got into the habit of doing this, and eventually began rocking in and out of his hole. Each time you thrusted into him, he swore, and each time, his cock grew a little harder. After a few seconds of wildly humping his asshole, you saw that he was more erect than you had ever seen him. His cockhead was almost maroon from the blood pressing into its every blood vessel, and precum was streaming out of it. You wonder how much he had to offer, as there was a puddle forming on a sag in the surface of his ballsack. It also didn't help that you wanted it desperately in your mouth.

Each thrust brought a warm feeling into your chest, one your trainer had helped you become familiar with. You knew what it was, and began to thrust faster into him, but still remaining gentle with him. Your trainer began to wheeze as you pushed so hard that you pulled his ass a foot off the bed, and you had to swipe his hand away from his cock, which was begging for release with every throb.

You came rather unexpectedly, but when you began to shoot your load into his ass, you pushed him a foot off the bed as the orgasm made your muscles tense up. The sweetest bliss you had ever known began to make its rounds on your body, hammering you with each spurt of cum you shot into him, and you couldn't help but scream your name as you shot rope after rope of cum into your new toy. Your trainer moaned loudly as well, and jiggled his rear on your cock, as if wanting to make you feel even more pleasure. Your legs gave out, and you sank down in between his legs, panting for dear life as the orgasm subsided, leaving a gentle kiss on your cock as it popped out of your trainer's asshole.

You heard the cum patter out of his hole and onto the mattress as you laid on him, panting like a Herdier. There was something hard, and fleshy pushing into your chest, you suddenly realized. Looking up, you saw that your trainer was looking at you, his lip quivering as you laid on his cock. Looking down, you saw the tip of his cock pulsing on your chest.

You smiled at him, and got off of it, and made your way down between his legs, the many strands of precum pulling off with you. His cock was right in front of you now, and before he could offer, do, or say anything, you licked from the bottom of his plump, wrinkly, loose ball sack, to the top of his stiff mast, and pushed the length into your mouth. Salty precum was all you could taste as you began to suck on his cock, and almost instantly felt him grab onto your horn to push your face down against his pelvis. You let him use you, allowing him to fuck your face as he panted your name, a swear every now and then, and an occational, 'Ohhh, yes...'. As his cock jabbed in and out of your mouth, you realized that it felt a bit smaller than when you sucked on it as a Charmander. It felt more manageable.

You licked his shaft as he wildly fucked your face, and, rather unexpectedly, you felt a hand around the rear of your skull, and one on your horn push your head deep down onto his cock. You gagged slightly as you were pressed up against the hairy, squishy flesh, and began to feel his cock pulse in your mouth. After a few seconds, he nearly screamed as the cum came blasting out of his cock. As his load pelted the back of your throat, you began to rub the belly of his stiff member with your tongue as you sucked on his member.

He held your head against him firmly, settling on shooting every last spurt of cum into your throat. You helped speed that process along by sucking on him, and you felt him pull his wet, tingling cock out of your mouth. It splated down on his pelvis, and you swallowed what missed your throat as you recovered.

You crawled on top of him, and hugged his neck, giving him a small kiss as he panted, looking up to the ceiling as he tried his best to not act like that was the best blowjob he'd had in a long time.

And that was how you fell asleep; on top of your trainer, both your cocks hanging out for anyone to see. You were positive you heard a camera go off in the middle of sleeping, but you weren't sure.

. . .

Charizard sighed as he remembered that moment in his life. Being a Charmeleon had been fun, but he loved being a Charizard even more. And that was the quickest he had ever seen his trainer cum. Try as he might, he could never bring his trainer to orgasm that quick.

"Watcha thinkin about, bud?" You asked the pondering Pokemon, who's eyes had by now drifted down to your cock.

Charizard murred, and you felt his digits wrap around your length. You breathed deeply, realizing that this had been the first time in over five years you had been touched; nobody groped you in the showers, and you didn't even have the motivation to jerk off during your time in prison. It was odd, usually you would rub one out at least once or twice a day, but in the mornings, you woke up completely uninterested in any sort of activity like that. You heard it was because prisons spike their food with drugs that lower testosterone levels in people, and it might have been why, but you could never be too sure.

Now, though, as his warm fingers wrapped around your cock, you realize just how much you missed that feeling, that feeling of a warm hand, a warm mouth. Of an enormous dragon cock filling you up, the hot, fleshy warmth of his ass...

It all came flooding back to you.

The resulting erection felt stronger and harder than it ever had before. You felt as if the tip of your cock was going to burst from the pressure. Charizard looked up and chuckled in his low, gravelly voice, raising his eye ridges in amusement.

"It's been awhile, buddy." You said, already running out of breath from the excitement.

Charizard looked down at your iron rod, and smiled. He got down to start to suck on it, but you stopped him before anything could happen. You made him get back to where he was, and you in turn slipped down to his groin.

This was about to happen...

You don't know why you wanted to do this, but you heard it talked about a lot when you were in prison. Charizard watched you curiously as you took his aroused cock and wrapped a hand around the warmth, and found what you were looking for.

His asshole, a tight, cream colored, puckered hole, that was slightly pulsing with his cock. You lowered your mouth, and gave it a long, hard lick, causing the dragon to tense up. It didn't taste like you expected it to taste, but you still got faint whiffs of... Well, ass.

Truth be told, you could get used to it.

You gave another long, drawn out lick around the hole, smiling when he tensed up further, and proceeded to lick again and again around his asshole. Charizard began to grunt with a curious noise each time you dipped your tongue into his hole. It definitely tasted like an asshole would, but for Charizard, nothing was too gross. You started to lap at it like a dog would, and could feel his feet clench and unclench, and he grabbed at the edges of the futon and held on tightly. At this point, his cock was harder than yours was, and a large vein that ran through his cock was pulsing every few seconds. It glistened with precum, and each time it pulsed, a new bead of pre made its way out of the small hole and down his shaft. He started to get a little wild once you sucked on his hole, letting small jets of fire come out from his mouth with each long suck.

With a grin, you quickly licked from the base of his asshole, the very bottom of his organs, up to his taint, from the taint to the large, hot ball sack, then up his shaft, and stuffed his shivering cock into your mouth, quickly working down it. Charizard screamed, and bellowed fire, pushing your head down with an unheard of force, shoving the rest of his cock into your throat.

It made you gag slightly, but you never had much of a gag reflex, which definitely came in handy now as your throat was violated. Charizard held your head down, panting heavily as he forced you to choke down his cock, not letting you up for even the slightest breath.

Not before long, you could tell why he shoved you down; He was ejaculating. Streams of cum pelted your throat as Charizard painted loudly, his hot, moist breath running down your back as he filled you up. You couldn't do anything, nothing with your tongue, no sucking, nothing but be used as a cum dumpster for this hot mess of a dragon.

After what seemed like hours of Charizard panting and shooting his seed into you, you felt his hands slightly give way, and just in time too. Your vision was starting to go black.

Pulling quickly off his cock, you gasped for air as what remained of his load leaked down your chin and onto his groin, and finally being able to breathe felt so much better. Charizard looked a little guilty as you panted for breath, but a cum-soaked smile from you made him smile as well. His cock was slowly shrinking as you watched, feeling a little heartburn from all the cum in your stomach.

Your prick was still rock hard, and Charizard definitely saw that. He pointed to it, and you looked down, smiling.

Looking at Charizard's rear, you saw that his hot, fleshy hole was still pulsing ever so slightly with excitement. It was already lubed up, and you brought your rod close to it, shaking with anticipation at the first orgasm you'd be feeling for over five years.

Not wanting to waste any time with foreplay, you pushed against his hole, and it easily slid in. He was a much bigger creature than you, which meant his asshole was much easier to push into.

Charizard grunted as you slid your cock deep inside him, and you stopped once you couldn't push anymore. The dragon seemed to enjoy you being inside him, which made this feel all the more better. Soon, you craved more action, and pulled your cock out from this confinement of hot, messy flesh until you reached your tip. You rocked forward, and sent Charizard off in a slew of grunts and pants, and began to get back into a groove you'd thought you'd all but forgotten. Each thrust was a personal victory, as if telling the heavens that you were a free man, and would fuck this dragon to your heart's content. His ass might have been a bit too big for you, but that added to everything. Sometimes, your cock would push upwards, and run along the top of his ass, and when you pulled out, it would be dragged along the bottom, yet still enclosed in his ass.

After a particularly hard shove, you felt his large ball sack on your pelvis, and felt Charizard murr with pleasure. Clearly, you had hit something that felt good for him, so you started thrusting into his hole with an unintended violence and ferocity, and like clockwork, he began to groan more. His deep, stony voice sounded odd when it was an octave or two higher, and each thrust of your cock made him sing like a bird.

As you pounded away at his hole, you gasped in delight as you saw his shaft slowly returning to life. You grabbed it, and began to jerk him off, wrapping an arm around his leg you had rested on your shoulder for support. Streams of fire began to come from his mouth every few seconds as you pleased him in two different ways, and words couldn't describe how much you loved being able to please him like this.

You can feel his racing heartbeat in the pulsing of his now erect cock, and felt excited to be able to bring him to orgasm again. His cock had been sufficiently lubed up from your saliva and his cum to where your hand effortlessly glided up and down it, even as you fucked him harder than before. Each time you entered his ass, your pelvis slammed against his rear, resulting in balls that would definitely be sore tomorrow, but it was all worth it.

He was all worth it.

Charizard began to squirm in the bed, causing your cock to slip out more than once, and you couldn't calm him down, so you had to push against his hole and shove your cock back in each time it slipped out. Each time it did, the coldness that contrasted his hot asshole made you shiver a bit, as if you had stepped out of a hot shower on a cold morning.

You felt him reach around, and place his hands on your ass cheeks, and began to help you in penetrating him harder than before. Now, you couldn't help but cry out in pleasure as he helped you fuck him.

Looking up, you saw that he was also looking at you. You looked deep into his eyes, and for a split second, you saw that little Charmander that you had fallen in love with all those years ago. You looked back down and pushed in one final time before an explosive orgasm unlike anything you'd ever felt racked your body.

You screamed in pleasure as cum barreled out of your body, losing feeling in your legs and collapsing quite quickly. Charizard, with a supernatural speed that rivaled a commercial flight, shot around, and quickly stuck your exploding cock into his maw. You began to pant like a dog, sqeaking like a baby as he suckled your member, wrapping his hot tongue around it and beginning to milk it. You placed your hands on his horns and pushed down, gasping for air as his tongue squeezed down your length.

Every second that went by felt like a million years as you pumped rope after rope into Charizard, and each time your cock spat cum into his mouth, the feeling of ecstasy raced through your veins.

Each pulse of your cock brought more cum, and more euphoric feelings, and his tongue swirling around your cock made you feel dizzy.

You weren't sure when, but you passed out. Your vision quickly faded, and as Charizard's tongue kept licking, the wide, hot muscle fully covering your cock with warmth and pleasure. You retreated into your mind, lights sparkling as you were driven into the depths of unconsciousness.

. . .

It was morning, that was sure.

An alarm was going off, but for the first time in a long time, it was legitimately hard to get out of bed. Charizard was snoring beside you, his gaping maw drooling besides you head, and the heat he gave off, as well as the blanket he must have thrown over you, and the softest bed you've slept in in the past five years, it was a real drag to get out of it.

You turned the alarm off, and stretched, enjoying the sunlight on your naked body as every ache and pain was pulled out of you. Charizard yawned loudly, and you heard him sit up at the climax of your stretch. The lizard got out of the bed and walked over to you, nuzzling your neck with his large snout, and giving you a small lick.

It tickled, and you couldn't help but giggle and push him away, and saw a sly grin on his face when you turned to see him.

"Well, it's a new day." You told him as you looked around for your clothing.

Charizard grunted, and you heard him rustling around in the cabinets for food as you pulled on the same clothing you wore yesterday back on. You hated wearing the same socks twice, but these were the only pair of socks you had, so...

You guessed beggars really couldn't be choosers.

When all was said and done, Charizard had poured two bowls of cereal, and was gulping one down when you took a seat. It was a decent breakfast, and reminded you of when you were a kid, and you eagerly ate the bowl, drinking the milk when there was nothing left to eat.

Looking at the clock, you saw that it was already seven fifty, only ten minutes before Jacob's deadline. You put the bowl in the sink, and found your boots, and quickly put them on. Charizard had found his way back to the bed, and lazily covered himself with the blanket again.

"Don't cause too much mischief!" You yelled to the Pokemon as you walked out of the house. A grunt from him was all you got.

It was pretty cold outside, and you wished you had more in the way of warm clothing. Jacob was walking out of his house with a cup of something, as well as a large lunch box. He smiled when he saw you, and the two of you met up by a truck of his, which was already hitched up with a rather large trailer containing two lawnmowers, as well as all sorts of landscaping equipment.

"You know how to run one of these?" He asked, pointing towards a lawnmower. It had two handles, and looked rather intimidating, and you shake your head. "All right, no worries, the lady whose house were mowing today has a big field, so you can practice on that."

"All right. We're only mowing one house today?"

"Yep. Just wait until you see how big it is, though." He said, getting into the truck. "I brought lunch?"

The truck was pretty impressive. It was a newer model, pretty top of the line as well. It was maroon, but was covered in a thin film of dust from the work it did. The inside was dark, and the leather seats were in need of a deep clean, but besides that, it was a shining monument of Jacob's success.

"Oh... uh, thanks." You said, realizing that you yourself hadn't made anything. Didn't even have the chance to see what was in the fridge. "I didn't get around to checking last night. Sorry."

"It's okay, I thought you'd be a bit busy dealing with Char anyway. That is his name, right?" He said, looking proud that he remembered your Pokemon's name. He started the car up, and took off.

"Y-yeah..."

"I came by a bit later in the night, but the two of you seemed to be sleeping, so I left you well enough alone."

"Oh... um... Thanks."

Last thing you remembered from last night before you passed out was Char's tongue wrapped around your cock. You didn't know what time Jacob went over, but you hoped that Char had pulled a blanket over your exposed self before he collapsed into sleep.

. . .

Work had actually been enjoyable.

It wasn't mopping floors like you had been assigned to do when you were in prison, and it was somehow liberating. You got the hang of using the zero-turn mower quicker than Jacob would have expected, and he rewarded you by letting you mow more than he was going to let you mow. The sense of pride you had felt, however, started to fade as the day wore on and hunger clawed at your stomach.

Luckily, it was Jacob to the rescue, again.

His wife, who you had yet to meet, had prepared a large lunch cooler with sandwiches, chips, and other such basic, delicious foods you hadn't had in a long time. It felt odd actually eating good food, and you felt as if you had to thank his wife somehow. During lunch, you prodded Jacob about what he saw when he went over to your new house, but he didn't give much in the way of information. He was hard to read, but you could swear that you could see a blush when he turned away from you.

After the two of you polished everything in the cooler off, it was back to work. It had gone faster than Jacob expected, and the mowing was done in another hour. After that, the two of you weed-wacked and he showed you how to blow the grass off of the gravel driveway as carefully as possible, as to not blow it into the grass.

Again, you impressed him with how fast you learned, and he sent you to the rental property next door, which was also owned by the same people, and whose grass you had cut earlier. You had just about finished when you heard a rustling in a nearby bush.

Odd.

The property had been sprayed with a Pokemon repellent at the beginning of the year, and it usually lasted a year. It kept all but the smallest Pokemon out of the perimeter, and you had been thankful that you hadn't mowed over any Pichus' or Murkrows. You walked over to the bush, which was bordered by a wall of trees and other such shrubbery, and cautiously looked around.

To your complete shock, you saw that there was a large, humanoid Pokemon tangled up in the bush. It's arms were held apart by vines and thorns, and its legs were a mess as well. It had long, white ears, and a red poof of hair, with a golden crown looking thing above its eyes. It had red irises, and they were full of fear as they looked up at you.

The Pokemon began to struggle even more as you looked down at it, but cried out as the thorns around its arms dug in and drew blood.

"Woah woah woah, hold on, buddy, I'll help you." You said, stepping on the bushes so they were out of your way.

The Pokemon seemed to calm down a bit, but still eyed you fearfully as you worked on it.

And work on it you did.

It somehow had gotten tangled up real good, and it took a long time to unwrap the vines and thorns without hurting the Pokemon, but you eventually got an arm free. It set to work helping you with its free arm as you started on the next one, which was considerably harder to free since it was the one with the most thorns on it. Once the Pokemon's legs were free, you picked it up and carried it away from the brush.

It was a rather heavy Pokemon, and pretty tall for one as well, but it didn't seem to struggle as you carried it away.

After setting it down, it stared at you, curious.

"How'd you get all tangled up like that?" You asked it, smiling.

"..."

"No? Nothing?" You plopped down next to it, and looked over. It was grabbing its legs and pulling them into its chest. "Do you have a name at least?"

"..."

"Really?" You pointed towards a Pidgey pecking away at the ground. "Pidgey." The Pokemon looked at the Pidgey for a second, and then back at you. You pointed towards it, and smiled.

"Cinderace." Was what if offered up.

Huh.

You had never seen a Cinderace up close, and had forgotten that they had even existed, but you thought they looked cool. A lot of questions came to mind, but you realized that work still had to be done.

"Well, I don't know if you're a wild Pokemon, Cinderace, or if you just lost your trainer, but I have a bit of work I need to do." You said, getting up and picking the leaf blower back up. "If you're wild, you can go, but if you have a trainer, or something like that, you should probably stay here. They'll be looking for you."

Cinderace just looked at you with its big, red eyes. It didn't smile, it didn't frown, just stared, like it was hoping to guess your next move. You walked away, and yanked on cord to start the motor, and got it running.

There was only a bit more to do, but you felt eyes on your back the entire time you did it. A few times you looked back, and saw that Cinderace was looking at you curiously, seemingly wondering what you were doing.

After all the grass had been blown off, you walked over to the Pokemon, who was still loitering around by the hill, and turned the blower off. It seemed like it appreciated the motor being turned off, and jumped to its feet, and looked at you, wondering what was next.

"Well... Cinderace." You said, setting the blower down. "Are you... um... Do you have a trainer?"

"Cinder!" It exclaimed, shaking its head in a resounding no.

"So... you're wild?"

"..." It didn't say yes or no, but just looked at you.

"Ever been caught?"

"..."

"Uh-huh."

You hadn't really caught a bunch of Pokemon, and the Pokemon that you did catch, you released after you had gotten all your gym badges. It had been a long time since then, and you had changed your whole philosophy on catching Pokemon.

No longer did you find any sport in beating wild Pokemon within an inch of their life and enslaving them to a life of battling foes to unconsciousness, and every single time you saw some unattentive ten year old kid with a belt full of PokeBalls, you felt like doing something bad.

Char was your only acception to this rule, since you never caught him; he was given to you. Since then, the two of you had become more than friends, and you are okay with the fact that you technically owned him, because it never came up. As far as you were concerned, the two of you were equal.

"Do you want to be my Pokemon?" You asked Cinderace, smiling.

It cocked its head to one side, and looked somewhat deep in thought. It didn't take long for the Pokemon to decide, and quickly smiled, nodding its head affirmative. For the first time in a long time, you felt butterflies in your stomach as the Pokemon nodded and smiled.

"Well, let's go home then." You said, rifling through its dirty tuft of red hair and scratching its skull.

"Cinderace!" It said, rubbing up against you as picked the leaf blower up.

. . .

You got an odd look when you went back to Jacob, what, with a Pokemon in tow. After explaining to him that you had rescued Cinderace, he nodded, but still looked unsure.

"Cinderace is a starter Pokemon, y'know?" He asked, setting the leaf blowers into the truck bed. "It's pretty rare if one grew up to a Cinderace in the wild."

"I asked it a couple of times if it had a trainer, but..." You looked at Cinderace, who was staring at a birch tree in the middle of the lawn. "Apparently it doesn't have one."

"...All right, if you say so. But if the cops come a'knocking..."

"I'll just explain what happened, no big deal."

"Maybe not for someone like me, but you were just released from prison. Won't your parole officer have something to say if he finds out you took a Pokemon, who is very likely owned, home?" He made sense, but... You didn't know. Something about it was just...Well, you believed Cinderace.

"There's nothing that says I can't catch Pokemon in my... whatever." You said to him, rubbing your eyes. "Forgot what that agreement is called. Besides, it was tangled up in a bunch of thorns, hell, I saved its life!"

"Allright, well, you don't need to convince me. I trust you."

"Thanks, Jacob." You said, smiling.

"No problem. Anyway, I need to bill her, so I'll be back. Why don't you get your new friend in the truck. He looks somewhat clean, anyway." Jacob said as he left you.

He? Oh, shit...

You didn't even know if Cinderace was a boy or a girl...

And you didn't exactly have a PC to check, or even a Pokeball to put it in for the PC check, so...

You guess you'd have to find out the way you found out Char's sex.

Cinderace looked up at you as you stood beside him, and smiled. The Pokemon pointed towards the tree, and called his name.

"That's a birch tree. Pretty, huh?" You said, placing an arm on its shoulder. "Well, you feel like finding out where you're gonna live?"

Cinderace nodded, and walked with you back to the truck. The Pokemon climbed into the middle seat of the front, and you next to it. The two of you waited for Jacob to finish with the customer, and he laughed when he saw Cinderace strapped into the seat like a human, its hands on its lap, looking straight ahead.

. . .

The drive home seemed a lot quicker than the drive to the work site. It might have been because you were so tired, but it was probably because, for the first time since your childhood, you had another Pokemon to train, and a starter, to boot!

You unlocked the gate, and closed it again once Jacob drove past you, and the three of you drove to the houses.

Jacob let you go off to your home, saying that it was a special occasion, and that he'd take care of cleaning off the mowers and equipment. After thanking him, you and Cinderace walked to your house. The Pokemon drank in the sights as you led it to your abode, and constantly stopped to look at a tree or a cool pebble on the ground, and you wondered why.

Surely, if the Pokemon was wild, it would have seen all kinds of trees, and the same with gravel. You stopped with the Pokemon, and tried to answer any questions that it might have had.

When the two of you finally got into the house, the first thing that happened was that you were blindsided by Char, who pulled you into a deep, crushing hug. You gasped, and chuckled as you squeezed back, and panted a bit as he pulled away. Char looked down at the new Pokemon, and you saw him with a small smile. The two seemed to have a conversation while you undid your boots, and from the sounds the two made, it was friendly enough.

Char made his way to the futon, and sat down on it, and Cinderace followed. The Pokemon touched the fabric of the futon, running its hands along it as Char looked on with amusement. Char turned the TV on, and you were surprised that he knew how to do that, but shrugged it off. You had left him in the house all day, after all.

You sat down next to the duo, and watched what Char must have been watching all day, which was some Pokemon League battles. It was pretty gory stuff, and you were glad when a knock came from the door.

Cinderace shot past you as you got up and ran to the door, pulling on the knob and opening it wide. It yelled its name as it looked up, smiling at Jacob, who didn't expect such a speedy response to the knock. Cinderace took his hand and pulled him inside, and he laughed at the Pokemon's initiative, and greeted you.

"Hey, what's up?"

"I figured you don't have much in the way of clothing, so you want a ride to the store?" He asked, sitting in the seat that Cidnerace had pulled out for him.

"Um... I would, but I don't have any money." You felt guilty for saying that, but hey, you did just get out of prison.

"Don't worry about that, I'll pay you under the table for this week, or until I get you into the system." Jacob said, handing you a wad of bills.

You wanted to count how much you made, but... it seemed impolite, so you took them with a smile, and hid them away in your pocket. Jacob got up, and scritched the Cinderace behind his ears, as if the Pokemon was a dog, and smiled. To be fair, the Pokemon did seem to enjoy that.

You needed to remember that.

"Anyway...?" Jacob motioned towards the door with his keys.

"Oh, um, yeah. Let's go." You said, finding your boots and putting them on. "Watch Cinderace, okay, Char?"

Char looked at you and nodded, and you saw a rather stern look from him, as if he would take his duty seriously. Cinderace was by your waist, looking up at you with those cute, angled red eyes, and they melted your heart.

"I'll be back in a few hours, okay?" You said, following Jacob's own initiative and scratching behind the Pokemon's ears.

"Cinderace!" It said, energetically.

You walked out of the house with Jacob, and the two of you were off to the store. Truth be told, you couldn't wait to slip a new pair of socks on.

. . .

"You can sit down now, he won't be home for a long time." Char said, not moving his eyes from the TV.

A Pincer had just been burnt alive by a Magmar, and holy crap was it a sight to behold. Its trainer had recalled it, and sent out a Pokemon Char didn't recognize, but from its blue color scheme, it was a water type.

"Are you sure?" The nervous bunny asked.

"Yes. Even before he..." Char looked down for a second, a bit...

Well, he didn't feel guilty, it wasn't his fault his trainer had sold and bought drugs, or been thrown in prison. He wasn't angry, or sad, Char didn't really know how he felt. He shook his head, and resumed watching the TV.

"He always takes his time shopping." He finished.

"Oh." CInderace glumly exclaimed, slowly trodding back to the couch.

"So, what's your story?" Char asked, looking down at Cinderace, whose legs were hanging off the couch, swinging in the air.

"Huh? Oh, nothing too dramatic. I outgrew my trainer, and she just... released me."

"Really?"

"Y-yeah. It was a good thing, though." There was a look on Cinderace's face, as if to say that he didn't think it was, actually, a good thing.

"Doesn't seem like it. If my trainer let me go, I don't know what I'd do." Char said.

"Well..." The Pokemon shrugged. "You improvise."

"What do you mean?"

"You use your strengths to your advantages, and try your best to hide from humans, unless you want to be captured." Cinderace said, smiling as if they were remembering a fond memory. "That's how I lost a lot of friends; they all were either captured, or went off with a human."

"Did you want to be captured?"

"Oh... um... your... our trainer, I guess, didn't capture me."

"So why are you here?"

"Well..." Cinderace said, rubbing the scratches from the thorns that had dug into his skin. "I wanted to... well, I found a bush full of berries, and was eating them... and I guess I got too carried away and... well... got a bit tangled up."

"Couldn't you have just... burnt the vines off?"

"Not all of us have a flame on our tails." Cinderace said, smirking. "And the only fire type move I know is one where you have to build up a bit of speed before you can... Well, set yourself on fire."

"You didn't answer my question, though." Char said, frowning. "Why did you come with him?"

"Well..." Cinderace grabbed his left arm, and looked down. Char saw the Pokemon blushing. "He offered me a choice. Nobody's ever done that for me before. He wanted me to either go off, or wait for him to finish up working."

"And you waited?"

"I wanted to go, at first, really..." Cinderace said, looking up. "But he... um..." They blushed harder. "I um... ah... found myself a bit attracted to him."

"Really?" Char said with a grin. This little mischievous bunny.

"It's not my fault!" The Pokemon said, frowning. "It's just..." Again, the blush. "He's so..."

"Dreamy?"

"W-what?" Cinderace looked up, and saw Char daydreaming.

"Yeah. I remember when we uh... when I found myself feeling the same way."

"You and him...?"

"Of course." Char looked down, snapping out of the daydreams. "I was his starter, I've been with him since the beginning."

"W---wuh... what's it like?"

"Being with him?"

"Y-yeah."

"Weren't you ever with your trainer?"

"Oh... Come to think of it, there were times I hoped that she would make a move, but she always seemed a bit..." Cinderace shrugged. "Anytime we were going in that direction, she always put as much distance between us as she could. Don't know why."

"I'm sorry." Char said, putting his hand on Cinderace's shoulder. "I wouldn't know what to do if I didn't fuck my trainer."

"Mhmm..." Cinderace licked their lips. "So... how often do the two of you...?"

"Fuck?"

"Y-yeah."

"We did it yesterday. It's how I put him to sleep, most nights. His cock in my mouth."

"O-oh." The blush was strong now.

"Oh?"

"Well..."

"Well, what? C'mon, spit it out!" Char said, poking at Cinderace's ribs.

"S-stop!" The Pokemon said, laughing.

Char repeated himself, but Cinderace stammered out something unintelligible.

"What?"

"Do you think he'll want to do stuff like that with me?" Cinderace said all at once.

"Definitely."

"Really?"

"Oh yeah. And if he doesn't want to... well, I'm always available."

Cinderace looked up into his eyes, and Char saw a deep fear looming within them. Char wondered what that fear was from, and smiled, hoping to take some away. Cinderace's eyes darted back and forth, scurrying away from Char's eyes, then back to them.

"Really?"

"Yeah. Anytime you want, we'll fuck." Char said, putting an arm around the slouching bunny. He shivered at the touch.

"I'd like that." They said, looking up and smiling.

"What's under those shorts, anyway?" Char asked, pointing.

"O-oh... um... my bits."

"So your a male?"

"Yeah... a male."

"Can I see?"

"My bits?"

"Your bits." Char said with a laugh. "Never heard that one before."

Cinderace nodded, and hooked his thumbs under the red shorts he was wearing. Char watched as he pulled them off, and kicked them away. Without them, he could see the Pokemon's long, white cock. It had a vein running along it, all the way up to its uncut tip. There was a furry, white ball sack beneath his member, which was rather large and loose as well. Cinderace blushed when he saw Char staring at him, but smiled, and plopped down on the futon.

"Here they are." He said, legs spread wide as he showed them off. "My bits."

"Awfully big." Was all Char could say, smiling at how Cinderace referred to his genitals. It just struck him as odd.

"They don't get any bigger, just harder." Cinderace said, poking his shaft. "Ah..."

"It looks really..." Char grunted, and looked down, surprised to see that he was aroused as well. "Well, well, well..."

Cinderace got wide-eyed at the sight of Char's rather large member. He leaned down on Char's thighs and went in for a closer look. It was longer than his forearm, and almost wider than it as well. He had two huge balls wrapped in a wrinkled, soft ball sack that matched his cream colored belly. Cinderace shivered again, and looked up to see Char blushing.

"Wow..." Was all Cinderace could say. By this point in time, he had become a lot more stiff, and his cock was slowly twitching between his legs.

"A bit bigger than when I was a Charmander." Char said, scratching Cinderace's back with his claws. His own cock was completely erect as well, but wasn't twitching as ferociously as Cinderace's was.

"I bet..." Cinderace said absentmindedly as he greedily drank in the view from Char's thighs. He was shivering a lot more as Char scratched, and it confused the Pokemon.

"Are you cold, or something?" He asked, frowning slightly.

"N-no... Just excited... This is the first time I've... seen one up close." Cinderace looked up at Char, then back down, then up again, and smiled. "And... well..." He gulped. "I've never mated with anyone, or anything, so... It's kind of a big deal."

Char took Cinderace's head in his hand, running it along his soft, furry cheek, and cupping his chin and smiled.

"Do you want to mate?"

"..." Cinderace couldn't say anything, nodding his head rapidly instead.

Char could feel the Pokemon's pulse quickening as he became more and more excited, and he couldn't blame the poor creature. If he hadn't been able to use his trainer like he did, well...

Char didn't exactly know where he would be.

Char reached down and pulled a bottle of lube, and handed it to Cinderace. The Pokemon looked at it oddly, and Char realized he didn't know what it was. He didn't bother explaining, just took it back, put a dab between his fingers, and moved them back for a while to demonstrate its properties. The tense rabbit got the hint rather slowly, but the look on his face when he realized what it was for was priceless.

Cinderace got off of Char's thighs, and sat back, taking the lube back and opening the cap. He looked down at his cock, which was lazily sprawled out on his belly, and put way too much lube on it. There was no sense of moderation with him, and it was something Char should have realized, but he quickly snatched it out of his hands. Char groaned as he felt at least half of the bottle gone, and frowned at Cinderace.

"Way too much." Was all he said.

Cinderace tried his best to apologize, but Char cut him off, and got up. He saw the remorseful look in his eyes, and couldn't help but chuckle as he walked to the back of the futon. Char lifted the back of the futon an inch or so, and pressed a latch down, and it slid down into a bed. Cinderace didn't realize what was happening, and slid down with the bed. Char looked over at him and giggled.

He was just lying on the bed, looking up at the ceiling with his hands on his chest. The Pokemon looked relaxed.

Char nudged him a bit to see if the Pokemon was still alive, and was glad to see he was. He got onto the bed, and moved a few of the pillows to the back, and laid down. Cinderace sat up, and looked over to Char.

"Well?" Char said, presenting his hind quarters to him.

Cinderace gulped, and walked on his knees to Char's rear. His cock was dripping with lube, and he was instructed to scoop some off and rub it onto and into Char's ass. Again, he began to shiver, and did as he was told. He scooped a bunch of lube off with his hand, and touched Char's ass. Instantly, his cock became harder than he had ever felt it before. The breath was taken from him as he rubbed around the Pokemon's hole, each inch he felt was an entirely new and exotic experience.

The hole was hot, emanating heat and he hadn't even prodded a finger into the puckered ring. Cinderace wondered long he could get away with just rubbing. It was so...

Just so oddly enjoyable.

The rubbing seemed to be to Char's enjoyment too. He had his head resting on the pillows, and was smiling a wide, relaxed smile.

He loved that.

Char was definitely someone new in his life, sure, but man oh man had things escalated quickly. It brought Cinderace joy to see that he could make someone feel as good as Char was feeling now.

He resumed rubbing, and would have been content with messaging the pursed hole, but, with a little encouragement from Char, he pushed a couple of his fingers in the hole. It was warmer than the heat that his asshole gave off, and felt so... so wonderful, so wet... so...

Cinderace couldn't help himself anymore.

He took his cock and rubbed its uncut tip on the hole for a second, savoring the grooves for what little time it was rubbed against it, and pushed in. The rush of feelings he felt made him cry out, but he pushed into the hole, screaming in a voice he had never heard as wave after wave of potent, wonderful pleasure cascaded down his cock and deep into his soul. Char roared contentedly as he was penetrated, but Cinderace didn't care, this wasn't about Char anymore, this was about him. He pulled his cock out, amazing, and pushed back in with another falsetto scream. His cock rammed into the back of Char's asshole, and he stopped for a breath of air, completely enamored with the feeling of his cock resting so deeply in the warm, soft flesh. He felt the ring of muscle in the entrance of Char's asshole constrict around him, and groaned at the pushing motions the entire organ gave him as he pulled out. He began to work into the most pleasurable rhythm he had ever been in, and grabbed Char's legs for support as blast after blast of euphoric energy coursed through his veins. He thought he heard Char say something, but was too into fucking him that he didn't understand what he had said. Cinderace just kept fucking the hole, closing his eyes and arching his head back as his cock slid in and out of Char.

He didn't know what was happening, but he felt powerful hands on his waist. Looking down, he saw that Char had him, and was stopping him from thrusting.

The ringing in his ears was dying down, and somewhat returned to normal, and looked at Char.

"What?" He said, angrily.

"I'm turning around. Go a bit slower, enjoy yourself." Char said, letting go and turning onto his stomach.

'I'll fuck you as fast as I want...' Cinderace thought.

Char raised his tail, and Cinderace had to straddle his legs to even get close to his asshole. Char had his legs tightly together, and Cinderace really had to push in order to even get his cock inside the warm embrace. It made him yelp in an even higher pitch as he felt Char squeeze his ass each time he pulled out. His asshole wasn't really tight before, but now...

It felt as if Char was a lot smaller than he really was.

He rammed his cock deep inside again, hugging Char's thick tail as he pummeled his ass. Each time he rammed in, he felt a spike of pleasure soaring up his body, and began to feel it building up inside of him in a deep, primal place that he had never been to before with another Pokemon.

He doubled the power and speed at which he fucked Char, yelping so loudly that his ears began to ring again. The more he pumped his cock in and out of the warm, fiercely tight embrace of his hole, the more the sensation built up. His arms began to shake, and his legs quiver, and Cinderace began to fuck even quicker, although he didn't pull out as far.

As he humped the dragon's ass, the feeling he felt soon became an overwhelming sphere of mind-bendingly raphsodic delirium that would shred his mind to pieces. His legs shook even harder, and he couldn't help but go slower, drooling like a Gloom from the pleasure he felt. Char squeezed his ass tighter around him in one to two second increments, and Cinderace began to move slower and slower, and started to wonder what was happening...

And then it happened.

The bubble burst, and Cinderace yelled so hard that it hurt his throat. Cum came barreling out of his cock, and quickly filled Char's ass. Cinderace pulled it out, and wildly began to stroke it, pulling more and more cum out of his cock and spewing it onto Char's ass. It was a pleasure unlike any he had ever felt, and he hoped that it would last forever.

He pushed his cock back into Char's leaking ass, and groaned at the warmth. The cum was barely flowing out anymore, and with it, the euphoria. Cinderace slowly recovered, pulling his spent cock out of Char's ass, and sitting down on the dragon's legs.

"Fuck..." He murmured.

Char giggled, and Cinderace was moved aside. His ass was an unholy mess, and there was cum and lube everywhere, as well as a healthy amount of precum where Char's cock had been pushed into the futon. It hadn't taken long to destroy the bedding.

"You... heh..." Char said, his own cock twitching.

"Yeah..."

Cinderace looked at Char's throbbing member, and got close to it again. Char giggled as he touched it, pressing it down only to have it come back and hit Cinderace in the face. It was wet from the precum, and left quite an impression in the Pokemon's fur. Cinderace leaned over to it, and gave it a long, hard lick. Char shivered as he felt the bunnies warm tongue slide from the base of his cock up to the rounded tip. Again, the tongue went from the base to the top. His tongue was a lot smaller than his trainers, and a lot more... scratchy. It left tingles on the flesh as it slid up it, and it sent shivers up Char's spine.

"You really like this, huh?"

"Y-yes..." Char said, blushing. It had been a long time since he had felt something besides his trainer.

Cinderace smirked, and resumed licking. Char was fine with him being licked off; he had gotten off more on the Pokemon fucking him as rapidly as he did, and felt really close to shooting his load all ready. He folded his arms behind his head and leaned back, enjoying the tongue job. Char made no efforts to stop any orgasm, and felt one come on quite quick. He was tired from the days activities, as well as the butt rutting he had gotten, and took his cock in hand and began to stroke.

Char squirmed as he felt the all-so familiar feeling of a 6/10 orgasm spurt out of his cock, and moaned slightly as Cinderace licked his spurting tip.

And, just like that, it was over.

Char sighed, and looked down. To his surprise, Cinderace did have four or five ropes of cum on his face and fur. He guessed he had shot more than he felt...

"Thanks, Cinderace." Char said, sighing and laying back.

"That's it?" Cinderace said, watching in disappointment as Char's cock slid back inside his body.

"That's it."

"Huh. I thought a big 'ol dragon like you would hav-..."

Cinderace didn't get too far. Char grabbed him by his thighs and lifted his asshole to his mouth. Cinderace groaned as his tongue wetted and parted his hole, and pushed into it. It was hot, and... really thick. He couldn't say anything, it was over so fast, and now...

Yikes.

He was in trouble.

Char had found out that he had been able to control his erection at will a long time ago, and now he was at full mast. Cinderace gulped as Char spat on his cock, and rubbed the saliva on it. It took a couple more globs to coat his cock, but it was soon shiney, and somehow looked dangerous.

It was throbbing, and Cinderace couldn't do anything but whimper as Char led it to his ass. He regretted what he had said, and how he had taunted the large Pokemon, but it was too late. The pain wasn't exactly what he had expected, and the yelp that he was about to yelp had turned into a groan in his throat. Char grinned devilishly, and pushed the rest of his length in, not stopping until their pelvises met. Ah...

There was that yelp.

His cock was fucking enormous, and Char had no trouble stretching Cinderace a size or two larger. Char began to fuck the Pokemon, and Cinderace, although a stranger to him, didn't recognize the look in his eye. Char slowly began to let out deep roars from the bottom of his throat, enjoying the pained yelps of his toy as he fucked it hard. His balls careered towards Cinderace's plump rear, and plaped into them loudly. Each thrust made Char see the Pokemon in a different light; not as a Pokemon, but as his very own toy. He had his trainer, and now he has Cinderace.

Char roared as he fucked the frightened Pokemon, and, to Cinderace's absolute terror, the flames on Char's tail turned blue. His ass was on fire as the huge member thrusted in and out, and he couldn't help but scream like the toy he was. Char pushed his complete length in, and held his waist close to Cinderaces'. He paused, and seemed to get a few seconds of clarity. Char looked down, and giggled.

Cinderace's belly had a large bulge rising up from it. Char felt it, and shivered when he felt the result of his grip on his cock. Cinderace groaned, but Char was having none of it.

He picked the Pokemon up, and held him close to his belly, and rose off the futon. Char walked over to a wall, and pushed Cinderace up against it, and smiled when he saw the fear in the Pokemon's eyes. Char began to fuck him again, burying his face in Cinderace's neck and sniffing at the soft, white fur. The smell of his sweat and the fear made Char fuck harder, but he could tell that he was close again. He slowed down, and fucked the Pokemon harder. Each thrust was building up to a magical end result, and this time, it would easily be a 10/10 orgasm.

Even slowing down didn't help Char much. He maybe got a few more seconds of the bliss from the tight asshole he had been fucking before he felt cum flying out of his cock. The pleasure cut into him deeply, racking him to his core as pulse after pulse of cum was shot into Cinderace's ass. The pressure of his seed pushed his cock out, and Char groaned as he felt more spurt out and patter onto the floor.

He very soon realized what had just happened, and, now that he was thinking with the head on his shoulders, not in between his legs, felt mortified.

Cinderace was shivering and panting when Char laid him down on the futon.

What was he thinking?

He was way too big for Cinderace, and he should have used so much more lube, and maybe actual lube, instead of what he had done. The puddle of his cum on the floor didn't have any blood in it, nor was any on his cock, so at least he hadn't torn anything. Char walked back to Cinderace, who was just panting and making odd, pained faces and sat down on the bed.

"Are you okay?" He asked, resting a hand on Cinderace's shoulder.

Cinderace couldn't respond, he just panted.

Char sighed deeply, and buried his head in his hands, and began to let out a string of curses. Before he could get very far, however, he felt arms fly up and wrap around his neck.

"Thank you!" Cinderace yelled, repeating the thanks five or six more times.

"Huh?"

"That was fucking awesome!" Cinderace exclaimed, straddling Char's lap. "You were so fucking violent, I loved it!"

"You... loved it? I didn't hurt you?"

"It might just be the shock from what happened, but... not much!" Cinderace said, squirming on Char's lap.

"It'll definitely hurt later on." Char said, giggling. "I'm sorry, though. I didn't mean to get so... well, violent, as you said."

"I loved it, though. You're gonna do it to me again." Cinderace said, hugging Char again.

Char hugged back, and smiled. He would certainly like doing to him again.

"All right, let's get this place cleaned up. Trainer will be back any second." Char said, pulling Cinderace off his lap. He looked at his flaccid bunny cock, and gave it a small lick before getting up. Cinderace gasped, and smiled.

"Thanks for... um..."

"C'mon, don't be awkward. We've been inside each other." Char said, smiling as he got a big towel for the cum.

"Oh, well... Thanks for the sex, I guess." Cinderace said, wiping off his groin and his ass with the towel Char gave him. After he was cleaned to his liking, he slid back into his red shorts, and sighed deeply, rubbing his bulge. It tingled.

Just as Char had finished putting the cum-soaked towels and sheets into the washing machine did the door open. Char turned to see Cinderace rushing over to his new trainer, and embracing him in a hug. The trainer had a bunch of bags full of stuff, new clothing, perhaps, but hugged Cinderace back.

. . .

"Man, it smells in here." You say, setting the bags down and going to a window. Cinderace was already digging through your bags, but thankfully Char had stopped him with a deep grunt. The Pokemon looked apologetically up at you, and you smiled at them, and rubbed its long tuft of soft, red fur. "Well, I'm going to be working a lot with Jacob, Char, so... If you wouldn't mind watching the new... um... Well, whatever this dude-slash-dudette is when I'm at work."

Char blushed slightly, and nodded, sitting down on the oddly barren futon.

"Oh, and, if you get a chance, he and his wife have a couple of Pokemon the two of you might be interested in meeting." You said, unpacking the clothing from the bags. "There's a couple of Machops... um... A Magmar, a Shinx... and ah... Oh, yeah, a Lucario." You told the two.

Cinderace gulped at the mention of the last Pokemon.

A Lucario...