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POV Ronan

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Dawn had just arrived and the sound of chirping pidgeys woke me. I slowly sat up and stretched my arms. A yawn escaped my mouth; I wasn't used to getting up with early. I crawled out of the tent and saw that one of the blankets had been taken out near the burnt-out campfire. I slowly walked over to it, curious as to how it had gotten out here. What I saw melted my heart. Buizel and Kecleon were sleeping together and were snuggled up to each other. I couldn't help but let out a small "aww" before going back to the tent.

I ducked inside and shook Charmander awake. He groaned in annoyance. "What do you want, Ronan?" he muttered.

"You've go to see this," I whispered excitedly. I picked him up from under the arms and carried him out to Buizel and Kecleon.

Charmander rubbed his eyes and then looked at the two. He chuckled. "Wow, one small talk with Buizel and look what happens."

"Don't they look so cute together?" I asked. I couldn't help but watch them sleep. They were adorable. I was kind of torn. I wanted to get in there and cuddle with them, but I didn't want to disturb them.

"Do you think that you could put me down now?" Charmander asked somewhat annoyed.

I gave a sheepish chuckle. "Sorry, buddy." I set him down gently on the ground.

"They do make a cute couple, don't they?" Charmander commented. "Too bad we need to wake them up." Charmander walked over and began to shake them. Kecleon mumbled unintelligible and Buizel swatted at Charmander's paw. "Come on lovebirds, time to wake up."

Buizel seemed a bit agitated by that, but not enough to get up. He simply replied by mumbling, "shut up."

"Fine," I said, "you two sleepy-heads can rest in your protoballs, then." I pulled out both their protoballs and recalled them. I turned to Charmander. "Mind helping me pick up?"

He shrugged. "I suppose not." He gathered up all the blankets and the sleeping bag, while I disassembled the tent. I had assembled and disassembled that tent so many times that it barely took any time at all. I speedily packed it away, and Charmander put what he had gathered into my backpack.

"I have a question about this backpack," Charmander stated scratching his head.

"Shoot," I replied.

"How is it able to carry so much stuff when it's so small?" I was about to give an answer when I realized that I didn't have one.

"Honestly," I said, "I have no idea. It is kind of strange, though..." I tried thinking of a good explanation, but couldn't. "Ah, well, better not look a gift Rhapidash in the mouth." I equipped my backpack and took out my pokegear. "Come on, Charmander. We should be able to make it to the next town before dusk if we hustle."

"Okay," he replied cheerily. We began to make our way East to our next destination. The trek was arduous and uneventful; not the best combination for taking the mind off of sore leg muscles. Charmander didn't seem to have that problem, though. He was way ahead of me and didn't even seem tired yet.

"Hold up, Charmander," I called out in exhaustion. "I need a rest." I let my backpack fall off of me as I sat down on a stump panting heavily and massaging my legs.

Charmander bounded of next to me. "Someone needs more training," he teased. He hopped up on my lap which caused me to emit a small whimper. He lay on his belly and cuddled with me as I rested. I absentmindedly began stroking his back. I could tell that he was enjoying it by the way he began his rumbling. It reminded me of a cat's purring, but it seemed a little more bestial.

"What a cute little Charmander." A stranger's voice flowed from the direction we had been heading. I swiftly look over and saw a man, just about my age wearing a black tee and jeans. His blonde hair was short and it looked like he had bed-head. To his right stood a Machop and to the right was a Totodile. He walked up to me. "And I thought that I was the only one who allowed my pokemon to stay out whenever they wanted. The name's Ricky."

"Oh- I'm Ronan," I replied after a short pause. "And I guess you're not. I actually have two others, but they decided they wanted to sleep in."

"Oh, what kinds?" he asked with an eager smile. He sounded like a child asking to see his first pokemon; very enthusiastic and extremely excited.

"A Kecleon and a Buizel," I answered.

"What are their names?" he queried with the same voice. I'm not sure if I found it cute or just immature.

"Names?" I was uncertain of what he meant. I had just told him that they were Kecleon and Buizel.

He seemed a little disappointed. He cocked his head and asked, "You don't give your pokemon nicknames?"

"I didn't know that I was supposed to," I admitted somewhat abashed. I could feel my cheeks blush slightly. I had spent years doing online research about pokemon, and not once had I come across anything that mentioned nicknames. Was it supposed to be common knowledge for trainers? Something that everyone just knew that they were supposed to do?

"Well, it's not like it's a rule, but it can help strengthen the bond between trainer and pokemon. Plus I feel like I'm being rude by calling them by their species name." It made sense. I suppose it could seem kind of condescending for the pokemon to be called like that. "It's as if I were to call you by the name 'Human.'"

"I see your point. So what do you call your pokemon?" I was curious as to how the naming went. Was it simple names like us humans? Or was it more along the lines of nicknames we would give our friends?

"I call this little guy," he patted his Machop's head, "Atlas. And this rambunctious fellow," he indicated to his Totodile, "is Lockjaw." They each gave a short "hi" after being introduced even though they were unaware of my translator.

"They look like they're well taken car of," I remarked. I wasn't lying either. Atlas seemed to be in top shape despite his diminutive stature, and Lockjaw's scales looked like they had just been polished.

He squatted down and petted them both. "Thanks. I do my best to keep them healthy and strong."

A competitive smirk crossed my face. "Would you like to test their strength?"

He gave a friendly smile. "Sure, as long as it's a friendly battle. I can't afford to lose any more money to trainers."

I gave a soft chuckle. "No problem. Two-on-two sound good for you?"

He turned to his pokemon "How does that sound to you two?"

Atlas pumped his fist and exclaimed, "I'm ready." Lockjaw gave a short burst of water to signify his eagerness.

"Sounds like a resounding yes to me," Ricky replied. He walked a little ways away so there was a gap approximate to the size of a standard battle field. "Atlas, you're up first." Atlas walked into the center of the area without a word.

"Charmander," I said, "game on!" Charmander gave a fierce look and went into the makeshift field. "I extended the challenge, so you should get the first move."

"In that case, Go in for a low sweep!" Atlas sprinted towards Charmander and while readying his attack.

"Jump over him and use scratch!" Just before Atlas got close enough to attack, Charmander made a leap over him.

"Now!" Atlas swiftly spun around and karate chopped Charmander before he even landed. Charmander's descent was altered which caused him to land face-first in the dirt.

I growled in frustration. It appeared that Ricky was learned in tactics and his Machop was not lacking physical strength. Charmander stood up and waited for my next command. "Show 'em your ember!" Charmander whipped his tail around which flung embers at Atlas.

"Evade it!" Atlas tried to dodge the embers, but he was unsuccessful. The flames burned into Atlas' skin leaving visible marks. I could hear Atlas mutter a curse under his breath. "Shake it off and use low kick." Atlas began a sprint towards Charmander.

"Smokescreen!" Charmander breathed out a dense smoke that encompassed a large portion of the field.

"That won't stop us. Foresight!" I couldn't see what was going on, but I heard Charmander give a yelp of pain.

"Try using Growl!" The low tone of a threatening growl was heard emenating from somewhere inside the dense field of smoke.

"Pay it no mind and use karate chop!" I heard the sound of skin hitting scales and knew that the blow had connected. It was fortunate that the smokescreen soon dissipated.

"Let's finish this up quickly. Dragon rage!" Charmander let out a large ball of fire which hit Atlas directly in the chest. Atlas flew backwards and smashed into a tree. He fell with a soft thud and stayed there.

"Atlas!" Ricky rushed over and picked him up. He gave a soft smile. "You did well. Now rest up." Ricky took out a blanket from his pack and laid Atlas on it.

"Hope I didn't hurt him too badly," I said. "Charmander's dragon rage is exceptionally strong."

"He's taken worse," Ricky replied. He gave a small smile "Shall we continue?"

"Yeah, but I'm gonna switch Charmander out."

"Oh, c'mon Ronan," Charmander whined. "I feel fine." He attempted to flex to convince me, but only succeeded in stumbling over his own tail.

"Oh, no," I replied sternly. "You need to rest. If Kecleon doesn't manage to win, then you can go back in." Charmander pouted, but acquiesced nonetheless.

"You can understand him?" Ricky asked inquisitively.

"Yeah," I replied. "I get to test out Silph Co. products." I tapped my right ear. "Pokemon translator. It's still in testing."

"That's cool that you get to test them out. Are your parents, like, tech engineers?" He seemed really excited about the translator. I'm not surprised, though. A lot of trainers would kill for this kind of tech.

"Not exactly. They're actually the owners." I said it as casually as if you would say your parent was a teacher.

"Wow! You'll have to tell me more about that after we finish the battle." I didn't think it would be all that interesting talking about my parents, but I suppose it would be fun for him. I didn't mind that much. "Lockjaw, you're up."

I snatched a pokeball from my belt and threw it. "Kecleon, come on out." In a flash of white light, Kecleon appeared in front of me.

"I thought that you said I could sleep," he groaned tiredly. He immediately perked up when he saw that it was a battle though. "Ooh, a battle. Why didn't you say so?"

"Start things off with a psybeam!" A purple beam shot from Kecleon's forehead and made a direct hit on Lockjaw, but Lockjaw didn't even flinch.

"Counter-attack with water gun!" A large burst of water shot from his mouth and pushed Kecleon back a few feet. "Now go in for a bite attack!" Lockjaw sprinted forwards with impressive speed.

"Feint attack, now!" Kecleon vanished from sight. Lockjaw looked around for the hidden Kecleon and looked a little apprehensive. Kecleon suddenly appeared above Lockjaw and slammed him into the ground.

"C'mon, Lockjaw, we can do better. Grab him and use ice fang!" Lockjaw swiftly pulled Kecleon off of him and sank his teeth into Kecleon's left shoulder. Kecleon gave out a sharp grunt of pain and shot his tongue out to push Totodile away. He gripped his shoulder tenderly.

"You okay?" I called out to him. I was ready to call him back if he wasn't able to fight properly. I wasn't going to let him push himself beyond his limits for a friendly match. He tested out his arm, but gave a yelp. He sighed and shook his head. "I'm calling back Kecleon."

Kecleon walked back over to my side. "Sorry," he said in a sad tone, "I think he bit a nerve. My arm keeps tingling and my fingers are numb."

Ricky came over with a concerned look across his face. "What's the problem? Did Lockjaw bite down too hard?" I relayed the symptoms to Ricky. "I'm guessing he's never gotten hit with an ice attack. That can happen if they get hit in certain places. As long as his arm doesn't turn blue, he'll be fine. Some heat will speed up the recovery, though."

"You'll have to show me these weak points later," I said with a grin. "My Buizel can use ice beam and it could be a good advantage."

"That's fine by me. Now are we going to finish this or what?"

I grabbed Charmander's pokeball and expanded it. "I don't intend to leave a battle unfinished. Charmander, let's end this quickly." A flash of white revealed Charmander, and although he was still a little worn out he still had plenty of fight left in him.

"That's what I like to hear. Lockjaw, water gun!" A jet of water gushed from the tiny pokemon.

"Charmander, dragon rage!" Charmander sent a large ball of fire toward the oncoming attack. The fireball broke through the water gun and made direct contact with Lockjaw. The totodile was sent back several feet. He seemed to be getting tired and was having trouble standing.

"Lock it!" Lockjaw sprinted forward, and before Charmander had a chance to react he clamped onto the lizard's right arm. Lockjaw's maw was actually big enough to encompass the entirety of Charmander's arm. Charmander cried out in pain, and attempted to scratch the Totodile off unsuccessfully.

"Get off you little pest!" Charmander exclaimed as he continued to attack the reptilian pokemon. He seemed to have gotten used to the pain, but that didn't mean it didn't hurt.

Muffled from a full maw, Lockjaw retorted, "Not a chance. Your arm belongs to me now!" I had to stifle some laughter at how the Totodile was acting. He seemed to battle as if it were a game. It was very amusing.

"Suggestions would be great right about now," Charmander called back to me. He was clearly agitated how I was just standing there while he was having his arm chewed off.

"I would suggest a scary face, but that might cause him to clench harder," I replied in an amused tone.

"Then how about suggesting something useful," he said angrily.

"Fine, fine," I said. "No need to get upset. Use a concentrated smokescreen on his face." Charmander sent a billow of smoke directly at Lockjaw. The effect was exactly as I thought. The smoke was stinging the pokemon's eyes and forced him to get away. "Now, while he's distracted, dragon rage!" Charmander sent another ball of fire at Lockjaw.

"Evade and use water gun!" Totodile quickly rolled to the side and shot a water gun attack. It made a direct hit to Charmander's head and sent him sprawling to the ground.

I was a bit shocked. I thought I had him. I gave a soft chuckle. "It looks like I've been bested," I admitted. I went over to Charmander and picked him up. I dried his soaked scales with my shirt. I stroked his back soothingly "You did your best, and that's all I'll ever ask for."

"Yeah!" Ricky cheered. Lockjaw ran over to him, and Ricky picked him up with a hug. "You did great, buddy."

I walked over and extended my hand. "That was a great battle," I said. "Lockjaw is really powerful."

He shook my hand and replied, "Thanks, your Charmander is pretty strong, too. he probably would've won if it weren't for the type disadvantage. And the smoke in the eyes to escape his crunch attack. That was really clever."

"It was nothing, really," I said dismissively. I placed Charmander down next to Kecleon. "Rest up, buddy. You deserve it." I turned to Ricky. "So, you said you wanted to hear about my parents after the battle. What did you want to know?" He immediately bombarded me with dozens of questions and didn't even give me a chance to answer any of them. "Slow down! One question at a time. You know what? It's getting pretty dark. We can talk after we set up camp."

"We're gonna camp together?" He asked looking at me strangely.

"Sure," I replied. "Why not?" I grabbed Buizel's protoball and called him out. He appeared from a flash of white light.

"What's up?" he asked sounding a bit groggy; he probably just woke up. He took a look around. "Who are these guys? Did you have a fight without me!"

"Sorry," I replied, "it was only a two on two. Not all of you could fight." I went over to my back pack and took out the collapse-able tent.

He glared at me angrily. "But you know that I'm the better fighter. Why'd you leave me out of it?"

"Exactly," I said simply. "You're the better fighter. The others need more practice if they're going to get better." I pulled out all the rods for the tent. "You should consider it a compliment that I felt that I needed to train them more than you. Now could you help us out by gathering some firewood, please?" I saw a bit of skepticism cross his face, but he accepted it. He nodded and scampered off into the forest for the wood.

Ricky looked quite amused. "It's like listening to someone on the phone without the speaker," he replied with a chuckle. We began to set up the tent. It wook a look less time than usual with his help. It wasn't long until we were done and waiting for Buizel to bring the wood. Ricky scrounged around in his backpack and brought out a few energy bars.

"Is that all you have to eat?" I asked a little concerned. Energy bars may be healthy, but they should not be considered a meal.

"Well, yeah," he replied. "It's not like being a trainer pays well." He was about to unwrap one when I stopped him.

"Dinner won't take long for me to make," I told him. "There will be plenty for everyone. I won't take no for an answer." He seemed a little shocked at my offer. Was it uncommon to offer someone else your food? I was so unaccustomed to these scenarios, and it appeared as if I was acting outside the norm. I was merely being kind. Is that truly hard to come by in this world?

"Really?" he asked in a surprised tone. "That'd be awesome. Thanks, man." It wasn't long after that when Buizel came back. We set up the fire, and then I began to make the soup.

While it was cooking I restarted our earlier conversation. "So what was it that you wanted to know?" I asked.

"What was it like growing up with the two most successful people in Kanto?" His face beamed with excitement as he waited for a spectacular tale of living with the owners of Silph Co. I had a feeling it would be disappointing.

I sat down on the ground and he followed suit. "Actually," I began, "It was lonely." I could see the confusion cloud his face. "We lived in a place that was far away from town. Well, I lived there. They spent most night at the Silph Co. Tower. They would stay there for days at a time, while I was at home with the nanny. Don't get me wrong, they always found time for me. Every few days they would come home and spend a day with me, but it wasn't the same."

"What about your friends? They must've at least kept you company."

I sighed. "My home was an hour drive from the city. I wasn't able to go anywhere to make any friends, not even school. I was taught by private tutors."

"It sounds like you've had it rough," he said. His exciting demeanor was overshadowed with a somber look.

"It honestly wasn't that bad," I told him. "I had a lot of time to myself which I used to learn about pokemon. And when I turned fifteen, my parents would let me come to work with them. It was really fun learning about what happened in the tower."

"You have to tell me what it was like!" His previous somber demeanor vanished instantly and was replaced by his initial excitement.

"Why are you so interested in Silph Co.?" I asked him curiously.

"I may not look it, but I'm actually a major tech nerd." He said this with pride. "I was actually called down to the pokemon center several times to help with some technical problems with the teleporters."

"Sounds like you'd be great at tech job," I replied. "What are you doing as a pokemon trainer?"

"Well, I may be a great with machines, but I absolutely love pokemon. They are so cool. I just had to find myself a team. I don't plan on being the best; I know that there are many who will be better than. I just want to have some fun with my friends. And so far it's been great" I gave a short laugh. He got a little angry "What's so funny about that?"

"We may have had different upbringings, but we seem to have the same ideals about pokemon."

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POV Charmander

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It was late. Everyone had already fallen asleep in the tent. Everyone except for Lockjaw and me. He had asked if he could talk to me outside the tent, so that we wouldn't wake anybody. Then he had taken me a small ways into the forest. "What is this about?" I demanded. I had agreed to a talk; not a walk.

He turned to me and said in a neutral voice, "I hope that you won't hold a grudge for me beating you earlier."

I was very irritated now. "You woke me up in the middle of the night and drag me out here for that?" I exclaimed. "Dude, it was a fair battle and you beat me. That's all. Why would I hold a grudge for being defeated in an honorable way?"

He gave a chuckle. "Sorry, but you'd be surprised how many pokemon would get upset over things like that. I had to make sure."

"Does it really matter that much?" I asked. "We're going to be going separate ways tomorrow, an-" I was suddenly interrupted by a scaly maw pressing up against my lips. I gasped in surprise.

He released me. "I don't know if you know this," he said, "but you are one sexy Charmander!" I blushed at his comment. "Aww, that's so cute. You're embarrassed. Trust me, if you let me have you for tonight, you will never regret it."

I was astounded at his forwardness. We had just met that day, and he had already kissed me, called me sexy, and offered to have sex with me. Not that I was complaining. It just astounded me at how bold he was. He just laid everything on the table without even a second thought, and didn't even seem to be worried about rejection. I began laughing at the comedic value of it. I saw his facial expression turn somber. "I understand," he said. He turned to walk away.

I quickly grabbed his arm and pulled him into a lust-filled kiss. After his initial shock at my sudden change in attitude, he began prodding my lips for entrance which I gladfully gave. His flat tongue lashed against my own thin, forked tongue. It tasted somewhat like musk. I briefly wondered about the taste, but pushed it out of my mind to take care of present matters. "Who said you could leave?" I asked with a smirk.

He seemed a little confused at my seemingly sudden change in attitude, but it didn't stop him for long. He tackled me onto the ground and began licking my neck affectionately. "You are you so freaking hot!" Lockjaw exclaimed lustfully. His claws roamed my body in a heated embrace.

"You're not that bad yourself," I teased him as my fingers roamed his back. His scales were so smooth that they almost felt slippery. And they had a very beautiful luster to them. 'I'll have to ask Ronan to buy me some scale polish.' The thought came in passing, and I was swiftly taken back to the moment when I felt a scaly hand rub my semi-hard dick. I gave a light moan as his claws traced my flesh.

"Ooh," he replied teasingly, "someone's sensitive." He slowly reached a claw down and inserted it into my genital slit. A sharp gasp escaped my throat as a powerful pleasure coursed through my body. "You're really sensitive. I'm going to have some fun with you tonight!" His claw wiggled around and brushed against the deepest part of my cock. I squirmed as the pleasure caused my cock to fully evert from the slit which pushed Lockjaw's claw out.

Lockjaw, seeing how his teasing was cut short, crawled over me and formed the sixty-nine position. His cock, fully hardened and already dripping pre, was staring at me expectantly. It, like other reptilian cocks, was conical in nature and is protected in a slit when not being used. Its color matched that of his scales, a cyan blue, and measured close to mine, approximately four inches long. He would be no problem to take considering how I've taken seven inches many times in the past few weeks. "If you do a good job, I'll be sure to be gentle later," he said.

Not knowing how rough he could be, I decided it would be a good idea to do my best, although it's not as if I wouldn't do my best to begin with. I gladly licked the precum from the tip of of delicious-looking cock. It was salty, as expected, but it also slightly sweet. I loved it. "That's a good lizard," Lockjaw purred, "but you'll have to do better than that if-" I interrupted him by engulfing his slimy cock in my maw. He gave a low moan and his body shuddered from the sudden pleasure. As I nursed his cock for more of his delicious pre, my tongue lashed around inside my mouth and continually gave random brushes along the meaty flesh. The taste was divine. It tasted like a mix of musk and pecha berries. I wanted it!

"Such an eager little boy," he cooed. "You deserve a reward." Lockjaw leaned his head down and began to lap at my heavily-leaking dick. "You must be really horny to leak this much." It was a passing comment that I answered only with a groan of acknowledgment. "Don't worry, I'll be sure to sate you as well as possible." His tongue resumed its work of lapping up all the escaping pre that ran down my cock. The pleasure was nice, but it felt as if he was teasing me. I gave a small hump into his face.

"Does the lizard want more?" Lockjaw asked teasingly. I moaned an affirmation as I continued to treat his cock. "Well, you'll have to do better than that if you want more from me." I had only taken half of his cock in my maw, so I could take a little more. I slowly worked his dick deeper into my maw. Half an inch... an inch... an inch and a half. I felt the tip of his cock hit my throat. Damn, almost! I almost had his entire cock in my mouth!

He gave a sigh of pleasure. "That's better." He lowered himself down and wrapped his lips around my oozing cock. My body gave an involuntary rumble of appreciation as he greedily took all four inches in without hesitating. Arceus, his mouth was nice! It was so wet and slimy; it was all I could do to not shoot right then. His large tongue in combination with his suckling was an incredible sensation. It took all of my concentration to not cum. I hadn't realized that I'd stopped sucking until Lockjaw decided to remind me by humping into my mouth. That wouldn't have been a problem except that it was already all the way back to my throat, so when he pushed in further his cock slipped into my throat. I gagged. It took me a few seconds to get used to the feeling of something being in my throat like that, but once I got used to it, I didn't mind to much. It actually felt like an accomplishment. I finally deepthroated somebody! Granted that it was only half an inch, but still.

With his cock fully in my mouth, my face was right up against his groin. My nostrils were bombarded with a strong scent of musk. Damn, his scent was powerful! But it was so alluring. I shuddered from the overpowering aroma. I couldn't help but rub my face in his groin. I quickly slipped my tongue out from between his cock and my lips and begin to lick wildly. Oh, the taste! It was similar to the taste of his cock, but more potent. I couldn't get enough of it!

It was too much. The scent, the taste, and the constant sucking, they pushed me over the edge. I wasn't eve able to give a warning before my body went limp with pleasure and spray jet after jet of cum deep into Lockjaw's maw. A weak moan escaped my lips. Suddenly, Lockjaw removed his cock from my mouth and got off me. Without a word, he rolled me onto my belly. I immediately got the idea and got on my hands and knees and raised my tail.

I shuddered as powerful claws grabbed my hips and a face pressed itself against my tailhole. A warm tongue lapped up against my hole leaving a wet slimy feeling. I gave an appreciative moan in response. His mouth pressed up against my rump and tongue pressed up against my hole attempting to gain entrance. I noticed that his tongue felt warmer than be before and his saliva was thicker than it should've been. It took me a few seconds to realize that he hadn't swallowed my cum. He was planning on lubing me up with my own semen! This Totodile was obviously experienced at this. I gasped as his tongue forced its way into my ass stretching my hole and pushing some cum in with it.

"Arceus, yeah!" I exclaimed as my tailhole was invaded. The sensation was amazing; a wet, slimy tongue pushing my own cum deep inside me. I shuddered at the mere thought. As he continually thust his tongue into me I felt myself already becoming hard again. I squirmed under his ministrations. I felt his tongue slowly slide out and he gave a few final kisses to my tailhole.

"Alright hot stuff, you ready?" he asked. His voice dripped with lust and eagerness. There was no way I was going to make him wait a second longer.

I shook my hips seductively. "Come on in, sexy," I replied in the same tone. He gave a lustful growl and his claws grasped my rump tightly. His cock slowly rubbed my tailhole and smeared the cum around. He made a few swift adjustments and then began to prod at my slick pucker. With one swift thrust he shoved a full three inches in. I gave a loud yelp of pain. It's not that it hadn't had it back there before, but when Ronan usually does it he does it slower to start out.

"Sorry," he apologized, "I'll be gentler." He waited a little while for me to adjust to him. After the pain eased I motioned for him to continue. He slowly began to gently thrust into me. With the initial pain gone, I could now enjoy the sensation of my rear being filled with his tasty cock. And what a sensation it was. With every thrust I felt my hole stretch to allow him entrance. With every movement I felt my cum slosh around inside me.

"What a good little cockslut," he praised me. He gave an extra hard thrust when he said 'cockslut.' "Would you like to kick things up a bit?"

I moaned at the proposal. "Yes!" I exclaimed. "Fuck me harder." He shifted his position slightly by bending forwards and reaching around my belly. I dug my claws in the dirt and braced myself for the imminent pounding. His thrusting became much faster. The friction felt heavenly, but my arms were beginning to feel weary. I wanted it to last, but I felt that I needed to hurry him up to finish. "C'mon, Lockjaw," I teased, "my trainer to go harder than that." I know it was a foolish thing to say, but it was in the heat of the moment and it's not like he could tell anyone.

The teasing did it's job well. The comparison between him and a human ramped up his dirve. He rutted into me like it was mating season. Our hips pounded together making lewd slapping sounds. I could feel how close he was, and I was no different. My cock was dripping like a sieve making a small puddle underneath me. Our panting and moaning became a duet for anyone around. I was so close, I could feel my cock quivering on the edge of release. I was sure that I would be first. To my surprise, with a few final thrusts Lockjaw released his load deep in my bowels. Jet after jet after jet he unloaded into me. It felt like it wouldn't end. I felt so full. Suddenly a hand reached down and rapidly jacked me off. It only took a few stroked for me to release my second load of the night. I'm sure my clenching anus felt divine for him as I sprayed my load all over the ground below me.

He slowly pulled out with a wet shlick. I felt a stream of cum run down my thigh. I rolled onto my back in exhaustian. Lockjaw lay down next to me. "Wow!" he praised. "You were fantastic."

"About what I said-" I was cut off.

"No worries," he replied. "No need to explain yourself."

I gave a sigh of relief. "Thanks man."

"We should probably get back."

"Yeah, I agree."

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Ronan's POV

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It was morning. The sun was bright and the bird pokemon were chirping. It was a nice morning. Ricky and I were packing up our things to head our seperate ways. We had exchanged numbers so we could keep in touch and meet up again if we were near each other.

He put on his backpack and Atlas was walking at his side. "It was really nice meeting you, Ronan," he said.

"Where's Lockjaw?" I inquired curiously as I looked around for him.

"He's still tired after the battle," Ricky replied. "It seems your Charmander is still a bit tuckered out, too. He hasn't even woken up yet."

"I suppose they really did a number on each other," I said looking over to the still-sleeping lizard.

"You really should consider giving them nicknames," he offered sincerely. "It could really bring you guys close together."

"I'll give it some thought," I promised.

He extended his hand. "We really should meet up again sometime."

I shook his hand. "Yeah, then I can challenge you to a rematch. Next time I'll win!"

"We'll see. I'll see ya later, then." He released my hand and waved goodbye. He was out of sight before I could even respond.

I looked down in my hand. He had left something with me. It was a note. I unfolded it and began to read...