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+ Morning Warm Up: Part One +

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For the city of Petalburg, it was that wonderful time of year again.

Indeed, with the morning air refreshingly crisp, with the weather pleasantly warm, with the sun having just peeked over the eastern horizon in the bluer than blue sky about an hour ago, that most beloved season of all was underway; summer. For the last few weeks, since the end of May and through the beginning of June, the formerly drizzly spring days had finally given over to the warmth of summer that had, in the process, brought the grateful populace of Hoenn out of their homes to go on adventures, play outdoors and stretch out their cramped limbs.

Apart for all of the swimming, the going on road trips, the cooking delectable smores over camp fires at dusk, mind, there was another very popular summer activity that in fact transpired during the earliest hours of morning. Such an activity was, plain and simple, exercise. Indeed, during the dawn of this current June day with father sun rising as the best of gold coins into the sapphire vastness that was the heavens, there were many people honing their bodies everywhere throughout the still sleepy community of Petalburg.

Where most everyone was asleep, there were folk - early birds - who, following their regular routine, even encouraging their pokemon at hand to join them, stepped outside into the coolness if not awesomeness of the golden morning where they stretched, checked their gear, made sure they had water to stay hydrated, started timers and then, at a measured pace, began a brisk mile or so jog around the area. That or they mounted a bike, flipped up the kickstand as well as determinedly pedaled onwards under the sunlight.

It was obvious that there were few other places more comfortable to choose for an early morning training run than Petalburg itself, of course. During the quiet hours of dawn where the streets were mostly empty apart for the occasional passing car, where the markets were devoid of sound, where the world seemed to be lacking in any kind of life, Hoenn's fine city almost seemed more majestic now than it'd been last night with its many lights blazing, streets packed and its population causing a mighty din of noise all the while.

Very much so, summer was a grand season of the year. That went especially for Hoenn where everything was already green, tropical along with happy most every other day. Still, if there was anyone who appreciated summer's coming as well as going out of everyone in the world, it was the early birds of Petalburg who were currently, accompanied by many a pokemon, biking, jogging, swimming, just exercising altogether in whatever in utmost comfort.

Still, where there were so many pokemon alongside their trainers of Petalburg currently outside happily training under the warm gaze of the morning sun, there was in fact one certain pokemon that had - reluctantly - taken to training by herself for the last few months. That certain pokemon in question was the toned, lean, mature, very attractive female blaziken, "Flare", standing outside on the balcony of her master's apartment where she - with her firm, sparkling gold eyes - silently observed several laughing trainers jog by with a pack of barking Eevee evolutions following closely.

The sight of other pokemon enjoying the thrill of exercise with their masters this gorgeous morning made Flare grimace, swipe her claw through her feathery mane that was tied back into a wild ponytail by a hair band and sigh depressingly.

During the course of the last year, for what was supposed to be better for them both, many a thing had changed in the cute she-Blaziken's life. Such change had begun when her twenty-one year old human master, Ryan Halberd, had ultimately decided to stop being a pokemon trainer and settled down in this city life instead. Such a choice of his had been made not because he had hated pokemon training... It'd been made because he had had a heart that was very caring, that was gentle, that couldn't handle the idea of Flare getting hurt in battle so that he could seize more glory for himself.

Mind, although he'd sometimes let his soft feelings get in the way of her fiery spirit at times in the past, since the autumn day he'd started as a rookie trainer eleven years ago and had taken her under his wing as a torchic who sneezed flame, Ryan had grown to be the closest of friends with Flare. Today, as it usually went between a trainer and his pokemon, after so many years of being together, there was no one else in the world that the presently pondering she-blaziken would follow to the ends of the world other than her human master. For they were unquestionably, despite their differences with Ryan being a patient soul and Flare being a fighter, the most loyal of friends today.

Well, actually, when a younger, eighteen year old Ryan had set up camp in the northern wilderness near Fortree Forest with night approaching, the relationship between himself and his Flare had - as it commonly went between trainers and their trusted pokemon for their bonds of friendship were intense - become something more than... well, friendship.

Plainly put, during that night three years ago in Fortree's forests with a storm building up outside, the two of them had become young lovers during that rainy night where they'd held one another, kissed so many times, experimented, discovered feelings they'd never known and had enjoyed each other's presence more than ever before out in the private emptiness of the wild where there had been no one to see them nor bitter words to scathe them.

Nowadays, during the last few years leading up to this point, no matter the world's opinion about humans with pokemon, their loving bond - like a building fire - had grown only stronger. And it was the love for her trainer, her kind hearted mate, that was making Flare think hard to herself this morning.

A year ago, after Flare had severely hurt herself trying to beat a very tough trainer from Kanto who had commanded a Charizard, Ryan had firmly come to the conclusion in the pokemon center that he wasn't cut out for the battling world anymore. His affection for his Blaziken, his best friend in the world, would not permit him to go on getting her hurt for his selfish gains.

Mind, after having been patched up by Nurse Joy, Flare had been more than ready to continue fighting for her master; for it brought him rewards, respects, good tidings. However, when she had heard him state that he was intent on starting a city life, she'd unquestioningly followed Ryan. Not because she had to then but because she'd lovingly wanted to. In turn to her obedience, it had given her lover the spirit, the courage, the determination to come to in Petalburg, rent his current apartment, go out and get employed as a greeter at the front desk of a respectable hotel where he'd gained the cash needed to provide his household with needed resources.

Truly, although he'd been out on the open road as trainer for the last eleven years, Ryan had done a very impressive job of adapting to city life. And sometimes during this last year, yes, he had been challenged to a poke-battle that - when she'd gained his approval - Flare had won for him one way or the other.

Very often, with their hearts as one, senses primed, minds foggy with pleasure, the she-blaziken and her master had taken part in many a sexual experience during the later hours of the night in the privacy of their home. Mind, with his gentle heart and her fiery spirit, Flare had often proven to be the dominant individual in the relationship and each night she'd wanted him to herself, Ryan had gone along with her hunger. Still, as they had come to discover about one another in time, Flare's roughness hadn't ever been a problem between them. By Arceus, no, they were perfect for one another. They had forever been and were truly happy with their romantic life.

All in all, at the start of this city life, Flare recalled that the days had been filled with adventure, excitement, romance. As she cracked her knuckles, bristled her feathers along with stretched her legs, she felt her heart beat faster every time she recalled how brave her trainer had been when he'd begun to work to provide her and himself with shelter, food and water in this sprawling city. And all the while, after each work day, he had come back to the apartment and done one thing; wearily fallen into her waiting arms where she'd had dinner ready. After dinner, she had always put on his favorite movie in the living room, pulled him into her silky embrace on the sofa along with beamed with happiness at how very joyous they were.

Yet, today, as Flare felt her feathers stand on end, as she hissed to herself... she was becoming aware that that formerly happy atmosphere in the household was no longer the case. How so?

It was that damnable hotel's, Ryan's workplace's, fault! The managers there, the strict work ethics, all of it was draining her poor, relaxed, golden-hearted human bit by bit!

Flare knew it to be true because during the last few months in preparation for summer, after work shifts spanning even ten hours long because he was held onto, hard-working Ryan always came home more tired than ever. He hardly ate anything at the table with her, he barely managed to watch his favorite shows, he barely registered that he was back home before falling asleep in her gentle hug on the living room couch.

At first, the idea of working, of earning an honest living, was a grand idea to Flare. She'd watched her beloved human grow in more ways during this last year than he'd done during his eleven as a trainer. Yet, now, his good nature was being taken advantage of. His work place had gone from a beneficial environment to a torture chamber where neither he nor her knew what to expect during each work day. And because of his work, due to the injustice of him being worked overtime by his superiors, Ryan's usually lively self was exhausted almost all of the time these days.

No longer did he eat with a smile on his face, laugh with cheer, snuggle into his lover's more than warm embrace. By the powers of the world, Flare couldn't even remember the last time she'd been given the chance to wrestle her human into bed and enjoy his sexual expertise! All it was these days was work, work, work and more work. Even today, having a free day for the first time in forever, Ryan was undoubtedly going to sleep most of the summer day so that he could be ready for his work shift tomorrow that would cost him a little bit more of his soul.

What could Flare do about all of this though? What could she do about her hard working lover's situation?

As she slammed her fist down on the balcony railing outside, the female blaziken knew that that was the most frustrating part of this entire experience. For the first time, she couldn't fight this battle for her trainer. As she had been doing for the last few months by giving him dinner after work, cuddling him, she could only cheer him on from the sidelines.

Yet, what she'd been doing up to this point... It hadn't been working. Ryan was still tiring out.

Well, whether or not it could be done for him, despite him being exhausted from work, what really needed to happen this day was for Ryan to have his spirits raised. He needed to be broken out of his work attitude and be reminded that life wasn't all about working. Instead of him trying to make Flare happy all of the time, he needed to comprehend that she was happy. She'd been forever happy since the day he'd picked up her pokeball, released her as Torchic and allowed her to walk at his side as his very first pokemon during his very first year as a trainer.

Now, she didn't want him to sleep through today. She wanted him to be happy. She wanted him to regain his old spark. She wanted him to give her some of his time, not all of it to his work environment. And he would begin to give her his time now by joining her for a brisk morning jog.

Yes, there were so many trainers out and about during this finer than fine June dawn. At one point in his past, during his days on the road seeking out gym badges, Ryan had been one of these said early birds taking a morning jog. Before his unfortunately tired out self, he'd even joined in on the cheerful ritual of running through Petalburg Park with grateful Flare before breakfast.

He would do so again. By Arceus, he wasn't going to sleep all of today. He was going to remember the old days alongside his loyal pokemon, jogging through Petalburg Park.

Nodding to herself, knowing that what she was doing was going to be the right course of action in the end, feeling her feathers bristling with anticipation, Flare turned away from Petalburg. Reaching forth, she gracefully opened the door to her and her master's comfortable apartment, soundlessly shut the said door behind her, lightly strode through the memorable living room down the hallway... then stopped in the door frame of her and Ryan's bedroom which was - as it'd always been since having moved in - neat, organized as well as filled with the wonderful, enticing scent of affection.

There in the king sized bed he'd bought with his earnings from his trainer days for both himself and Flare to sleep upon during this last year, Flare noticed the lump under the sheets that was her beloved. In turn, swiftly, noiselessly, with a unique kind of wild splendor that only her fiery, heroic kind possessed, the she-Blaziken stepped forth into her trainer's well-kept bedroom. For adorable effect, knowing she would have to work all of her charm to get him to overcome his weariness and enjoy her presence, she grabbed up a casual t-shirt of her master's - a white piece of clothing with a simple pokeball on the front - and yanked into over her upper torso.

She looked a tad ridiculous, truth be told. However, it was all part of the plan. Her choice in donning a shirt over herself would work in the end. It just would.

Finally, feeling ready, determined to make her exhausted trainer happy, ready to show him that she was there for him always, Flare effortlessly leapt up onto the king bed without disturbance, stepped quietly over the comfy mattress until she was looming over her lover... and then sat down suddenly on his back.

At once, tired Ryan gave a grunt, mumbled something, then effortlessly drifted back into dream land which wouldn't do at all. The idea behind Flare's actions had been for him to wake up a bit to enjoy what she was doing next; softly massaging his shoulders, pressing her claws delicately into his skin and easing out the tension in his muscles. Many times over, Flare had done this relaxing practice on her mate many times. Now, even after having not done such a thing to him for a few months straight, she was as good as ever which, waking up a bit from his slumber, Ryan eventually noticed.

With a sleepy groan, blinking open his blue eyes, the trainer boy began to try to get up out from under the sheets when his head was pushed firmly yet gently back down onto his pillow. Half awake, half asleep, it took him several curious moments to understand what was going on. After having had only seven hours of sleep since he'd fallen into bed in his plain blue boxers last night after work, why did he feel oh so good now? He should feel awful, not content.

Yet, Ryan understood his simple pleasure the moment when a feathery, warmer than warm female presence laid herself out on top of him. Splendidly enjoying the feathery weight weighing him down onto his mattress, feeling a set of breasts press against his back, he experienced his enjoyment heighten when his mystery benefactor went on kneading his aching muscles, arms, shoulders and back. Then, he smiled a small yet very grateful smile when Flare leaned close to his left ear, nipped it with her beak, kissed his cheek, then purred a "good morning" in her native voice.

"Good morning, sunshine." She soothingly breathed, pinning her adorable, pleasantly surprised human down against the bed beneath her. As she lovingly massaged him with her left claw, she played with his short, black hair with her right claw in the meantime. Of course, where she understood her words, her trainer only heard, "Blaaaaaziken." Nevertheless, having been with her for the last eleven years, he understood fully what she'd meant. They had their own kind of understandable speech.

"And good morning to you too, fire of my life." Ryan sighed happily, slowly waking up. By all rights, due to his nine hour shift working at the hotel late last night, he should have been passed out at the moment. However, his best friend was trying to get his attention. And what kind of friend would he be if ignored her charming actions at the moment? He always had time for her. Or he tried to have time, anyway. "Oogh, sweetness, I have to say... this is a waaaaay better method of me waking up than hearing my alarm blaring. Thank you."

Thank Arceus! Truly, bless the father of all creation for Ryan appeared to be in a good enough mood to go along with the moment! Ha ha, then this little, determined plan Flare had started was off to a better than predicted grand start in the process. In the past, having wanted his attention early in the morning like now, the she-Blaziken had tried this same act of seductively rubbing out her master's stress. The result she'd usually received though had been him awkwardly drifting back to sleep, no matter her loving efforts.

This time though... Yes, thank the god of pokemon, this time was going to be different. Flare could just feel it in her bones, for some reason.

Today, unlike her previous attempts, she was going to have her trainer get up to enjoy this morning with her. They were going to have some fun like the days of old. She was going to remind him of what life had been like before his constant working at the hotel; carefree, peaceful, oh so very memorable.

"Oh man, Flare, go a little lower towards my shoulder blades. That's it. Right - Augh!" A very happy Ryan was breathing before, with a resounding pop of his muscles, something cracked into better place underneath Flare's expert claws. In turn, out of reflex, the human jerked upwards under the soothing pain. As he was pushed back down into his pillow by his loving pokemon in turn, he growled, "Okay, okay, alright, alright, I understand. No moving. You're in charge, like always. Just... go a little easier on the whole pressing - Ouch!"

Once more, on purpose because she was just that kind of naughty girl, Flare popped another stressful muscle in her master's back who, with a pained chuckle, firmly pushed himself up. He wasn't going to take any more of this lying down. He wasn't going to be her puppet. Well, quite honestly, seeing as he'd never won a test of strength against her in the past... he was indeed going to be her puppet. He didn't exactly have a choice at the moment.

Still, having learned such in the earlier days, Ryan knew the act of defying Flare riled her up. There was nothing cuter to her than seeing her human try to deny her what she wanted. It spiced things up quite a bit between them.

Either way, with a smug smirk, feeling immediately thrilled to see him putting up futile resistance to her actions for it made the whole event of waking him up that much more fun, Ryan's lovely Blaziken rather easily forced him to lay face down into his pillow once again. When her master tried to grab her claws next, Flare gave an entertained giggle; a sound that - despite her looking rather avian -sounded not like a sharp shriek but was as grand as rain gently falling on the roof.

For a long moment, playing around with one another in the morning light flooding into their bedroom, reliving the days they'd been on the road as trainer and pokemon before this city life, Ryan rather ridiculously flailed his arms over his head to try to seize the claws massaging him. He was lying down on his stomach, mind, so he had no idea as to where he was grabbing for Flare who remained sitting on top of him.

Humored, smiling brightly, the she-Blaziken observed her resistant trainer sweetly with her arms crossed. Finally, feeling kinda stupid, the human let his wildly waving arms fall back to his sides. Then, with a burst of speed, thinking he could take his love by surprise, he tried to push himself up out of bed once again... before, roughly yet caringly, being shoved back down by the superior agility along with might of his fire/fighting pokemon.

"Nice try." Flare laughed, tenderly nuzzling her chuckling lover's cheek with her own in the meantime.

Sitting upon him, having control of his actions, being his master at the moment, her passion for Ryan was growing by the minute. She was supremely in love with him right now. It had been far too long since they'd been able to mess around and flirt like this. This event was working out wonderfully; especially, when she next received a soft kiss on her beak from her admiring mate. In turn, feeling herself glow with want, she returned the kiss by licking his cheek.

"Listen, Flare, I really appreciate the massage and all but how about you let me roll on over so that I can look upon the beauty that is you. It's no fair being trapped down here like this without seeing whose giving me all of this attention." Ryan pouted playfully, being both romantic along with charming at the same time. Blast his gentle, caring heart. Whereas Flare had never had a gift for speech, he'd always known what to say to grab her heartstrings. "C'mon. Let me look at you, sweet heart. At least give me the freedom to do that."

There was no need for the begging or complaining to continue. Evidently, Flare was dominant but not a tyrant. She was more than pleased to rise up enough onto her knees to allow Ryan to begin to spin himself on his back... before he tried to quickly worm his way out of her reach underneath the bed covers! Ha ha, that was the way he was. Due to his spirited nature, everything was a game; a brilliant, lovely, happy game that he had started with Flare eleven years ago the day they'd first met.

Thus, playing along with the game, acting supposedly shocked to be outwitted, Flare jumped up onto her feet as her trainer speeded around underneath the bed sheets like some kind of meddlesome Raticate burrowing through a garden. Giggling, her feathers standing on end with cheer, the fire/fighting she-pokemon stepped in front of the moving lump that was her human as he attempted to retreat one way. Cut off, laughing to himself, her trainer then tried to go the other way where she stepped in front of him too.

Over and over again, this adorable process occurred. It was like that time they'd been in the thick undergrowth near Fortree where Flare, in a panic, had been trying to find her way back to Ryan in the tall grass. That search had in fact turned out to be quite entertaining when he'd popped up out of nowhere, kissed her cheek, then vanished, appeared from thin air, kissed her once more, then disappeared. She'd caught onto his ploy quickly and when he'd tried to take her by surprise a third time, she'd hugged him tight along with returned his affection happily.

This round though, Ryan wasn't in tall grass. He was a kind of demented hamster jokingly trying to make his get-away by being some of bed sheet lurker. Finally, as he made a beeline for the very edge of the bed where he could get off the mattress completely and more than likely run for it, Flare, with a laugh, jumped onto the mound that was Ryan. Once she'd dragged him to her, she smugly peeked underneath the covers where he grinned innocently back at her.

"Er, yeah, I was going to lay on my back eventually, honest. I wasn't trying anything. I wasn't going anywhere. I was getting into position was all." The human happily lied to his girl who, with a giggle, shoved him onto his back, softly seated herself on his waist so he was straddled and cocked her head cutely to one side as he rambled excuses. She knew his game, the little sneak. Her master knew it. He also knew she loved it when he rambled for her entertainment like this. "See? Here we are, just like I wanted earlier. Now I'm looking up into the face that I fell in love with long ago. Those same crimson feathers, that smooth beak, those... wow, those cyan eyes. They're really... blue, Flare."

For a moment, as they lost track of time gazing into one another's eyes, with the boy laid out and the girl sitting on him, the trainer as well as his Blaziken newly realized just how much they adored one another. There in their bedroom for the first time in a long time, with their heartbeats quickening, with their expressions softening, they came to understand what it was that they valued in one another.

As it had been said for her beforehand, with her lean yet shapely body, with her white mane of feathers humanly tied back into a rough yet attractive ponytail, outfitted with significant but slim muscles underneath her crimson-gold plumage, sporting light blue eyes that shined like gems, Flare was as gorgeous as her fiery kind could be. And her beauty was currently entrancing her trainer, making him look up at blushing her like he hadn't seen her in a very long time.

Truth be told, his stare at the moment was the same back during the first night he'd given himself to her in Fortree three years ago where he'd revealed his real feelings, his passion, for her not as a friend but as a lover.

Yet, where currently reddening Flare knew she was pretty, Ryan - her dearest Ryan - had more of a gentle sense of handsomeness than other human males. With his short black hair, sapphire blue eyes, soft expression as well as tanned skin, he was a better lover to have than others, if anything. As a side bonus, due to his many years of having traveled as her master, despite the fact that he now worked most of his free time, Ryan had never grown chubby but had remained fit, thin and firmly strong. Even now, even after not having done much exercise, his tanned torso was a bit muscular. His flat stomach was faintly lined with abs that caught Flare's attention and made her gently - yearningly - trail her claws over them.

It was as the she-Blaziken touched him that her human, with a sigh, seemed to come back to reality. With his own hands, knowing it would ease her into the coming experience, he softly rubbed her feathery thighs; enjoying not only the silky, awesome feeling of her plumage but also how she softly gasped along with locked eyes with him once more.

It was then, ever so slowly, completing the perfection that was this morning, the trainer and his fiery pokemon leaned towards one another where they met in the middle. Confidently, never looking away from him, Flare nuzzled Ryan's cheek with her warm own. Not having lips but a beak, unable to really be able to kiss him, this show of affection on the she-Blaziken's part had been more than enough of a romantic gesture during their years together. And even though unable to lock lips with him, she emphasized her love for her human when she longingly licked his cheek next as well as guided his hands from massaging her legs to holding her chest.

In turn to receiving her lovely gestures, at feeling his fingers sink into her chest feathers onto her breasts underneath, Ryan couldn't keep from delicately kissing his lover's own cheek whom, with a huff of happiness, hugged him tighter to her chest. This motion encouraged the trainer to continue kissing his joyful mate. Hugging her in his arms too, he pulled her down towards the king bed where she - with her claws placed to either side of his head - loomed over him as he went on showing his adoration for her by rubbing her beak, by trailing his fingers through her feathers, by kissing her matured chest every so often.

By Arceus's grace, between happier than happy Flare and her beloved Ryan, this morning... it was building up into something fantastic; something familiar that had been unfortunately almost lost a while ago thanks to the style of all of this hectic city life. Nevertheless, thankfully, as their kisses grew passionate, as their breathing became heavier, as their intertwined bodies grew so very hot, that almost lost something was being rapidly rediscovered by the trainer and his fiery pokemon; especially when Ryan actually pushed his face deeper into Flare's chest feathers where he took her right breast into his mouth.

Next, seeing that it was getting in her way at the moment, with its cute charm having been used by now, Flare feverishly tugged off the plain white t-shirt of her master she'd donned moments ago to enhance her cuteness. Unfortunately, due to her growing hunger for her lover playing with her chest, getting impatient when it got stuck on one of her forehead horns, Flare kind of, er... viciously tore the pokeball shirt when removing it from her body.

For a moment, in awkward silence, the human and his she-pokemon simply stared at the ripped garment as it was tossed aside. Then, they looked to one another uncertainly, burst out laughing next, interlocked fingers and went back to loving one another which currently involved Ryan repeatedly kissing sighing Flare's neck as she, desperately, ground herself - the growing, heated, brilliant longing swelling in between her legs - against her eager love's abdomen.

In no time, with the both of them gasping with pleasure, as the human pressed his face into his pokemon's chest plumage again to kiss and nip her supple breasts, as the excited Blaziken held his head against her body to better help him entice her, they both were ready to take one another.

Indeed, the smell of musk, of heat, of sexual tension, was heavy in the bedroom now. It was about to become a lot more heavy if not evident during the moments to come.

Moments ago that had felt like blissful eternity, Flare had experienced herself become undeniably wet in between her legs where, now, there was a raging fire - a brilliant ache - that needed to be effectively doused. And as for how her savage hunger, her needs, her want for her trainer, could be so effectively doused at the moment; that relief, having stood straight to attention against her elegant rear at the start of all of this passion, could be found if not felt in Ryan's boxers.

"By Arceus, Flare... When was the last time... We did this, huh?" Ryan breathlessly gasped in between kissing his joyous lover who, next moment, held his dreamy face in her claws as she licked his lips deviously with a flicking of her tongue, "Has it really been... that long? Why can't I remember? What's wrong with me - Augh! Hey, easy with that, big girl. I've only got one, you know - Hah! Ugh!"

Just like every other time they'd taken part in having sex, even during their first time in that tent in Fortree during that rainy night three years back, Flare was swiftly if not hungrily proving to be the dominant of the duo this morning. With a brilliant shine in her cyan eyes, smiling happily, feeling the inner fire in her heart that was her love for her trainer roaring out of control, she had just grabbed both of Ryan's hands in one of her claws. Next, when she'd firmly yet fondly held his trapped hands up over his head, she used her free talon to roughly yank back Ryan's boxers.

For a moment, when it sprang forth over his boxer's waistband, the she-Blaziken looked at her trainer's rock hard, erect cock. No matter how many times she gazed upon it, it never failed in making the inner fire that was her excitement burst ever higher. It was a sign of how far her relationship with her lover had come. Its appearance had forever reminded her of how in love she was.

Next, after licking her beak wickedly in front of her entertained human, she casually seized the solid manhood behind her. In turn to having been grabbed by his sex so quickly, Flare's yelping trainer bucked in surprise. That was before, with a pleasured grimace, he tried to relax as she professionally pumped, jerked as well as loved him rapidly. All the while, they never looked away from each other. Their eyes were locked upon one another, taking part in a playful kind of game. A game that Ryan kept losing each time his sex was given "extra" attention where his eyes rolled up into towards the ceiling, his back arched and his moans were like the best kind of music to his grinning girl.

And so, here they were again, for the umpteenth time, with Flare - holding his hands down, teasing his throbbing penis - controlling Ryan in almost every way. And as for the human boy, smiling, unable to keep from occasionally bucking his hips underneath her out of pure pleasure, he was going along with it without any kind of complaint. Rather each time he jerked his hips upwards, each time he yelped, he purposefully encouraged his lover to keep doing what she was doing.

For what Flare was doing to Ryan right now was perfection. Nothing more, nothing less. For three years beforehand, they'd done this practice. Each time, they'd never tired of it. Heck, sometimes, on the best of nights where he'd not been himself but a bit rebellious, it was the human who dominated the overjoyed Blaziken. And never did either of them regret their sexual experiences. Instead, like now, they grew stronger from them because they trusted each other more than anyone or anything else in this lifetime.

They were meant for each other. They were perfect for one another.

At long last, not being able to contain herself anymore, needing to relieve her own building aches for this sexual engagement to reach its height, Flare let go of Ryan who instantly leaned up and kissed her beak furiously. As he did so, his pokemon lifted her rear up off of his waist, scooted back a little, then rested her swollen sex upon the bulbous tip of his engorged cock. The feeling of their sexes finally meeting together was a familiar but phenomenal feeling for both the human and his pokemon.

In turn to feeling themselves about to literally link with each other in the grandest of unions, the pair of lovers gasped longingly, shook a little in excitement, locked eyes as well as grabbed onto each other for support. As they prepped to truly love one another, Ryan's hands reassuringly held Flare by her thighs while her own claws gripped his shoulders.

Next moment, nodding to one another, breathing heavily, Flare - tensing with pain but loving it all the same - lowered herself further down onto Ryan who, being the caring soul that he was, helped her not to go faster than she wanted by supporting her weight with his hands holding her thighs. During the next series of minutes, feeling increasingly satisfied, ignoring their discomforts, focusing only on each other, the she-Blaziken's pace of taking her master's cock into her body increased.

During the first moment, the trainer's erect sex pushed a bit into his slightly trembling pokemon whom hissed longingly. Then, trying to breathe not so hard, the trainer pulled back a bit out of his lover but couldn't keep from yelping his own pleasure when he felt his cock squeezed tightly by Flare's inner walls in the process. Then, the motion of pressing his sex into her went a bit further this time at which both of the young lovers fell deeper into their ecstasy.

In no time, going from groaning to full out crying with pleasure, with their pace of love making reaching its fastest in the blink of an eye, the fire/fighting pokemon suddenly shoved her human down onto his back where she took over the event passionately. Gripping her master's hands in her claws, holding his said hands down to either side of his head, groaning with each of his thrusts into her, Flare whimpered as her dammed pleasure slowly grew out of control.

Gracious cyan eyes raised upwards towards the heavens, elegant back arched, voice ringing with evident gladness, feathers standing on end, a knot of blissful ecstasy swelling fiercely up in her lower gut, feeling her lover's body ultimately bonded with her own each time she pressed her hips down upon him and he pushed up into her, Flare was indescribably happy. For the first time in a very long time, she had her master where she wanted him; with her, at her side, underneath her.

In the Blaziken's fuzzy mind, Ryan working at that confounded hotel was not so much of an issue anymore. Not when she was presently spending time with the one person she loved in this entire world, the one person that she'd unknowingly loved the moment he'd taken her under his wing as a simple Torchic.

Not getting enough of him with his manhood pumping in and out of her alone, with her incoherent thoughts focusing only on him, Flare looked desperately down upon her human currently keeping up with her fevered pace. For a brief second, their eyes connected and an unsaid message was passed between them.

"Faster... Harder..." Flare inwardly pleaded to her mate, her pained yet joyful eyes speaking for her, "Take me... Take me now, Ryan... Finish it!"

Taking the hint, wanting her to be as happy as possible, grabbing tighter to her thighs, Ryan picked up his pace in thrusting which caused his girl to immediately yell out in both shock and gladness. Not knowing what else to do, swept up in her feelings, scrunching her eyes tight, the she-Blaziken leaned down and nuzzled close into her master's neck as he went to work tearing down her walls of resistance as well as making her orgasm.

In truth, by Arceus, Flare didn't want this moment to end. She wanted it to last forever and ever. She just wanted it to be like the days herself and her human had been on the road, hand in hand, waking up alongside each other each morning out in the wilderness after having experienced a steamy, memorable night previously. At this very moment, as she felt her man's cock crashing against her deepest reaches, she ever so much wanted to keep him happy like this... forever and ever... always.

At this emotional thought, at feeling happier than ever before, when experiencing a rather fierce push into her, Flare's inner walls toppled. In turn, tongue lolling out of the side of her beak, her claws tightening around her mate's hands, she released all of her pent up tension. In doing so, the blazing fire inside of her burned white hot when she, with a purely joyful cry, trembling visibly, came. Her juices flowed without end, soaking her pumping master's lower body and especially his boxers in the process.

In turn, at feeling his love had shown her pleasure by having squirted all over his now drenched pelvic region, Ryan felt the own knot in his groin unknotting. A tsunami of ecstasy was inbound. One that Flare needed to get out of the way of!

"Flare, baby, spark of my life-" The human suddenly gasped, holding his joyful girl's face in his hands so that they looked at each other honestly, "I'm gonna - augh - I'm gonna explode! You need to-"

There was nothing more that needed to be said. Knowing what was coming, doing so because she knew it was for the best but not wanting to, Flare quickly pulled herself off of Ryan. It was just as his erect member exited his love's wet pussy with an audible "pop" sound that the human arched his own back, gritted his teeth and let loose his held back loads of happiness. Stream after stream, rope after rope of his seed pumped out of his throbbing sex onto the lap of his observing love who, breathing heavily due to her own recent orgasm, watched with admiring eyes.

No casual sexual encounter could spark such rewarding orgasms like this. This kind of pleasure, this kind of excitement, only came with commitment, loyalty, trust. And at seeing the very heavy load of cum her master produced because of her, at seeing him smiling very happily through his fatigue while lying on his back, shaking Flare felt the happiness inside of her multiply by ten.

It seemed that even though they hadn't had sex in a while, they still had it; a special connection. They still made each other experience utmost pleasure. Arceus be praised. They were still perfect for one another.

"From now on... there's no more using the alarm clock..." Ryan got around to breathing wearily, holding up a hand that Flare held gently. Her claws rubbed over the back of his hand, affectionately warming his skin in the process. Then, she allowed him to pull her into a hug where they laid side by side, taking heart in each other's warmth. "You're going to be my alarm clock from now on, Flare. Do you hear me? I want to be woken up like this all of the time. By Arceus, this was... incredible. You were incredible."

"You're the same." Flare pointed out in her native purr, smiling warmly. It was true. Ryan was just as incredible as she was, if not more. He gave her far too much credit for everything. "You'll always be, spark of my life."

"And now... seeing as you're going to be my alarm clock..." Ryan sighed tiredly, yawning widely with his bluer than blue eyes drooping, "See about waking me up this splendid way again... in an hour or two... okay?"

Okay. Wait... Nuh-uh!

Sure, maybe he was a bit exhausted from the moment of passion he'd just shared with her but Ryan wasn't about to be allowed to go back to sleep! There was still plenty of morning to experience, plenty of sunshine to feel, plenty of fresh air to breathe in. Most of all, Flare still needed to take her daily jog through Petalburg Park and her lover, sleepy or not, was going to join her today like he'd done before being put to work so hard at the hotel.

This day was going to be different. Flare had made that promise to herself when she'd come into Ryan's room and woken him. Thus far, thanks to good fortune, perhaps blessed by Arceus, her plan to make his day fun had proven to be very promising. Now, as she grabbed her surprised master under his thighs and hauled him to the side of his bed, all she needed was a little more cooperation on his part.

If her trainer did cooperate, she would definitely make it worth his while. This moment of pleasure they'd had, it wouldn't be the last. There was plenty of sunlight left, after all.

"Flare... What in the world are you up to now?" Ryan grumbled good-heartedly, smiling weakly. Yes, yes, yes! He wasn't in grouch about being possibly kept up. Good. He was in fact humored as his lover - cutely humming to herself - busily rummaged through his closet, tossed out the appropriate gear for jogging and gestured for him to put on the revealed clothing. "Are you serious? Ha ha, you wake me up, sex me up, tire me out and then are gonna make me go for a morning jog?"

"Yes." Flare sweetly chimed, winking at her sighing master, "That's the way I play this game. With me, there's always a catch, don't you know?"

"No. No, Flare, we should have went jogging first before we went and railed each other's brains out. At least after the jog, we could have sexed up each other's worlds in the shower." Ryan grunted next, rolling his eyes while scooting back towards the warmth of his bed sheets, "Look, I'll go jogging with you around noon when I've - Whoa! Hey, ack, stop, seriously, Flare, I can't, ha ha, quit it!"

Holding onto hope, not taking "no" for an answer, Flare lunged forward after her retreating master. Grabbing him under the thighs again, nuzzling his cheek lovingly, she once more dragged him to the side of the bed, wrenched off his boxers and grabbed another pair. Yet, as she was about to try to forcefully dress him, her trainer stopped her dead with a glare. Next, with a smirk, kissing her cheek, he took the boxers out of her claws.

"I can dress myself, thank you very much. Please, allow me." The human told his joyful Blaziken, glancing down at his drenched pelvic region in turn, "But look at me, sweetness... I can't go running when I've got your juices and my own business all over me. Here, get me a towel so I can - Ack! Oh Arceus, hah!"

Who needed a towel to clean themselves up after a little tumbling around in bed? Not Ryan. Not when, with a grin, Flare knelt down, grabbed him by the waist and went about the engrossing business of licking clean the remnants of their sexual pleasure from his skin. In the meantime, to get rid of the cum all over her plumage, she pumped up her own body heat that easily burned away the remains of the orgasm she had all in between her legs. At the same time, smiling to himself, her raised body heat comforted her lover.

For forever it seemed, Flare's tongue danced, traced as well as lapped at her pleasured lover's pelvic region. During every moment of this, clenching his hands on the bed sheets, biting his lips, releasing a grand groan every so often, Ryan was at her mercy. Later into the event, torturing him with her playful licks and hot breath, the devious Blaziken took an especially long time in cleaning her mate's penis which, out of instinct, even though having unloaded moments ago, was solid by the time she'd determined the work on her part had been done.

Apparently Ryan's cock thought it was going to have another go with his lover. That wasn't the case, unfortunately. There was a jog to be had at the moment but as for the rest of the day... who knew? There would be plenty of hours ahead to see what sex could be had.

Finally finished with her dirty little meal of sorts, licking her lips seductively, the she-Blaziken stood up, nuzzled her master's grateful face, then nodded for him to continue dressing.

"I still think I need a towel or something... Not that I'm complaining with the way you handled the mess, mind." Ryan chuckled to his girl who swept her ponytail of a mane back over her shoulder beautifully. Next, as he was pulling them up from his ankles, the human gasped a little when his pokemon swiftly pulled his boxers up for him instead, tugged them deviously by the waist, snapped them back onto his skin and grinned when he gave her an amused expression. "Ouch. Thank you for the help there, mom. I can get the rest of my things on by myself. Don't worry."

"Of course you can, big boy." Flare giggled, winking, "Get to it. No more games. We have a jog to get to."

As her trainer put on his personal running socks, shoes, shorts, tank-top, Flare plopped herself casually down onto the side of the bed where, with one of her long legs crossed over the other, she watched Ryan happily. At one point, she caught her trainer's eye who happily winked at her. At this, deep in her heart, Flare was even more excited about this coming jog she was about to go on with her one and only.

For the first time in forever, she wouldn't be alone this morning. No, this time around, perfectly, she would be joined by the one she loved most in life.

Soon enough, dressed accordingly in the white running shoes, socks, black shorts and tank-top, grinning Ryan was ready to head outside to begin whatever exercise was in store. At seeing this, splendidly jumping off of her seat on the bed onto her feet, Flare grabbed his hand in her claw before excitedly leading - practically dragging - him towards the front door.