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Well, my list of favorite pokemon is running low. I like Salamence, not as much as Charizard and Dragonite, but it's only fair to give him some love as well. Hope you enjoy the read

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"Stop it, Salamence!"

The young trainer shouted at the top of his lungs. Then again, obviously by the time such warning arrived, the situation had already gone beyond control. Showing utter disregard to his master's plea, the Salamence charged towards his opponent; body covered in a faint white aura, and moments later, a massive explosion shocked the entire battle area, complemented by a huge, dirty gush that would put any military-grade smokescreen to shame.

When things became clear again, everyone on scene was speechless. The opposing trainer stared blandly at her brutally defeated pokemon; the referee was so overwhelmed by the violence he'd just witnessed that he forgot to call the match; even the winning trainer was too baffled to celebrate his own victory. The only unfazed individual was none other than Salamence. Ignoring the gazes fixed on him, the dragon-type casually trotted back to his fellow teammates - A Sceptile and an Alakazam.

"Really, Giga Impact? I mean, really?" Sceptile scoffed. With his arms crossed and a disapproving glare shot directly at Salamence, the grass-type was certainly less than thrilled.

"What?"

"Completely overkill," Alakazam added, "You might as well flick your wings, and nothing would've changed."

"And your point is?" Salamence frowned. Just when he felt slightly remorseful for his action, his two friends started taking turn to berate him.

"Stop being so damn brutal." the grass-type cried out, "I don't care what you're up to, but you're dragging us, and him, into his mess. He works hard every day, he deserves respect for his skills, dedication and sportsmanship, but now you've turned him into a laughing stock! Don't you feel bad for him at all?"

"I do whatever I like, and no one can help it." Salamence huffed stubbornly.

"Wait," Alakazam spoke; the psychic-type sounded dangerously calm, and Salamence had to suppress his shiver. In stellar contrary to Sceptile, Alakazam never got frustrated when talking to him, and the psychic-type seemed to always nail his thoughts, "I know what's in your mind, but think about this: Maybe, just maybe…you're pushing your luck. Shiroe is the kindest soul I know, but even his tolerance has limit, and I can't guarantee how he'd react next time."

"You're threatening me?" Salamence bared his fangs, which had no affect on Alakazam whatsoever, "It's not in my nature to threaten anyone. You're free to act the way you want; just don't let your relationship with Shiroe get damaged beyond repair."

(Later that day)

Today, the gym's cafeteria served Shiroe's favorite combo - cheeseburger and cherry coke, but he'd simply lost his appetite. The young man stared miserably at his food, unintentionally earning himself worried looks from Sceptile, who would glare at Salamence accusingly every now and then. As usual, the dragon-type was sitting at another table - a practice mostly resulted from his size, though the way Shiroe saw it, Salamence seemed more concerned about avoiding his team than how much space he took for a seat.

"Guys, can any of you tell me what the hell is wrong with him?" Shiroe lamented, sneaking a glance at his apparently untamable Salamence. The young lad nearly had a nervous breakdown after his disastrous morning. Granted, this particular girl was way more forgiving than those who'd suffered the same fate before her, but what really haunted Shiroe was his own incompetence, his inability to control Salamence, which in turn hurt others. The trainer had lost counted of how many times he'd tried to discipline Salamence, but so far, his attempts only led to steadily deteriorating outcomes. As he thought, Shiroe noticed the whispering and pointing. His table had once again become the center of attention, though it hardly had anything to do with the trainer's exceptional handsomeness.

"I'm sorry, Shiroe, but your guess is as good as mine." Sceptile admitted, but Shiroe gave him a faint smile. The grass-type might sometimes be brash and hot-headed, but he was also the most energetic and compassionate fellow Shiroe known. He always gave his 100% effort and placed the team's common good higher than his personal interest. In some ways, Sceptile was the impish yet dutiful little brother Shiroe'd always wanted.

"What about you, Alakazam?" the young man asked hopefully, only to be disappointed when the psychic-type quietly shook his head. Stoic and observant, the yellow pokemon gave off a 'wise old mentor' vibe, and rightfully so. Alakazam rarely spoke, but when he did, every word was on point. Unfortunately, even his wisdom couldn't provide Shiroe with the answer he was desperate for. The trainer remained silent for a while then his expression slowly melted into a sad smile, "I see….I should've known trying to tame him was impossible. I just wish I knew his problems."

The young man glanced wistfully at his dragon-type, who seemed to notice nothing but the ration he was rapidly munching from. As a Bagon, he'd been grumpy with a head-bashing temper, but nonetheless a team player. Evolving into a Shelgon had rendered him tight-lipped and as expressive as a rock, no puns intended, but even those were the good old time compared to his post-Salamence evolution days. Shiroe knew Salamences were aggressive in nature, so he expected nothing less but still, no lore he'd read could possibly explain why this particular Salamence loved to beat up others that much.

"Well, to hell with his reasons, I'm putting an end to this right now." Shiroe decided, "Tomorrow, I'll release him."

Those words literally threw Sceptile off balance, even Alakazam got slightly pale, "You can't be serious. Please consider it carefully!"

"Sorry Alakazam, I am. Salamence will be better off with another trainer or back to the wild, but not with me. He has issues with me, don't think I haven't noticed, and I'm done dragging others into this crap."

Shiroe's shoulders slumped, and both Sceptile and Alakazam could almost sense the immense pain weighing on their trainer, yet at the same time, there was nothing in his eyes but unwavering determination. The two pokemon exchanged worried looks, silently agreeing that any attempt to convince Shiroe right now would only worsen the situation.

"You do what you have to, but for now, have some sleep. Let your body and mind rest." Alakazam advised gently, putting a bit of psychic power into his persuasion.

"I will," Shiroe sighed, "Just…just keep an eye on Salamence and make sure he stays out of trouble, okay?"

Even in that state, you still look out for Salamence. You just deny the fact that you can't let him go? And you too, Salamence, why can't you be more honest with your feelings? Alakazam thought as he watched Shiroe go out of sight. The psychic-type then suddenly snatched Sceptile and dragged him to a corner; much to the latter's annoyance, "What's your problem?"

"My, you mean our? Don't you realize how bad the situation has become?"

Sceptile nodded dejectedly, "I know, it's-…"

"Not your fault." Alakazam intercepted, "Even I didn't expect things to get this bad. Honestly, I was waiting for them to work this out, but now…"

"Wait a sec? You mean to tell me you know the problem and still play dumb this whole time?"

"That's not important anymore. I'll tell you everything now, just…try not to freak out, okay?"

…

"You're joking! They're not even the same species, and Shiroe is a male, a freaking male!" Sceptile exclaimed.

"Do I look like I'm joking?" Alakazam replied flatly, "Anyway, like it or not, that's the truth. What matters now is how to get them out of this mess?"

"We should tell Salamence about Shiroe's intent, then the three of us can work it out together?" the grass-type suggested.

"That won't do. We both know Salamence's temperament all too well. What do you think he'll do when he find out Shiroe's gonna release him." Alakazam said dismissively, "I have an idea…a slightly extreme one, but we're out of time. You still keep 'that'? The rare berry we found last week?"

"Yes, but what are you-…Hold on, don't tell me you'll use it on Salamence?"

"Holy Arceus, no! Salamence on his own is bad enough, intoxicate him, and he'll tear Shiroe apart." Alakazam explained, "I'm talking about Shiroe. This is the only way we can help him get through."

"You're…completely, utterly out of your mind." Sceptile muttered, baffled.

"Not really, I'm just desperate." The psychic-type shrugged, "So, are you in or not?"

…

Shiroe slowly opened his eyes, only to be greeted by the crimson dusk. Baffled, the young man then checked his watch. 6:15 pm.

"Ugh…I slept through the whole afternoon?" frowning from a light headache, Shiroe rubbed his eyes, only to find two glistering traits running down his cheeks, "What the…"

Tear. He'd cried in his sleep? Shiroe blinked, but as soon as his vision shut in darkness, a certain Salamence popped up. The young man shook his head furiously, hoping to 'shake' Salamence off his mind, but it backfired. Instead, the winged dragon seemed to only become clearer, so ferocious and violent, yet so endearing. Shiroe knew it; he knew it all too well. No matter how many times the trainer convinced himself his decision was for the common good, the thought of giving up his first pokemon companion was slowly eating away at him.

When he first met Bagon, everyone kept asking why he chose such a grumpy pokemon for a starter, but Shiroe's only respond was a chuckle. Shiroe couldn't explain it clearly, but he found reserved individuals intriguing, and as for Bagon, the little guy turned out to be quite an emotional fellow underneath his stony face. There was this one time when he'd gotten caught in a heavy blizzard and almost frozen to death, hadn't it been for Bagon's offer to share his warmth. They'd worked together through countless battles, some easy, some hard-fought and some nigh-impossible, but Shiroe always tried his best, for he wished to see the joyful expression of his dragon friend every time they came out on top, even if it was only a glimpse.

Like water from an unplugged dam, memories started flooding Shiroe's mind, and before long, the trainer's eyes were getting watery again.

A loud knock brought Shiroe back to his senses. The young man wiped his eyes hastily, barely able to prevent his voice from cracking, "Yes?"

"It's us, Shiroe," from the other side of the door came Alakazam's voice, "And we bring you dinner."

Forcing a smile that even himself found unconvincing, Shiroe scrambled to open the door, revealing two of his pokemon. Sceptile was carrying a food tray mimicking his lunch - cheeseburger and cherry coke; the meal he'd never got to enjoy, then or maybe even now. Nonetheless, he found it rude to deny their kindness.

"Thanks guys." Shiroe said absent-mindedly, "Just place it on the coffee table for me."

"One more thing. Sceptile and I, we kinda…discussed things with Salamence, and he agreed to talk it out with you. 8 pm, at the old camp site in the forest." Alakazam offered.

For a moment, Shiroe just spaced out, as if he didn't know what to make of the news, which was probably the case. A tiny bit of hope then flashed in his eyes, only to vanish just as fast, "Thanks guy, but I…"

"If you're going to say 'I don't think it'll do any good'," the psychic-type cut his trainer off, "Then I'm sorry, Shiroe, but this whole mess, it's no longer about you doing the good thing, it's you losing to yourself and running away."

Instantly, uneasy silence draped over the room, as if it was conjured by the incantation which was Alakazam's words. Sceptile was utterly baffled, as he'd never expected Alakazam to be that harsh on their trainer. Shiroe was speechless too, mostly because he was staring at the psychic-type with his mouth agape.

Ignoring the two's reactions, Alakazam continued, "You told us as long as there's hope, there's a way, yet here we are, you giving in to your own despair. The Shiroe I know would never do that. He'll hold hope in his hand and never let it go."

The trainer remained silent, but his shoulder was trembling.

"This is all I can say, Shiroe, and as for your future, you decide it. Whatever happens tonight, Salamence will be waiting for you, but whether he'd still wait for you the next time is all up to your choice."

The psychic-type beckoned to Sceptile, and quietly they closed the door behind Shiroe. As soon as he was out of their trainer's hearing, the grass-type scoffed, "Just now…you didn't have to go that far."

"Ah, I'd like to think of it as a wake-up call." Alakazam shrugged, "I need him to get more assertive for the decision he's about to make. Also, don't you remember what Shiroe tends to do whenever he's anxious?"

Enlightenment swept across Sceptile's face, "So that was…Oh, I see! Man, you're scary…"

"Thanks for the compliment. Now then, since we've done everything within our power, it's time to face the toughest challenge." Alakazam replied, which caused Sceptile to tilt his head in confusion.

"We wait."

Just as Alakazam planned, across the hallway, in his room, a certain trainer was chugging down his favorite cherry coke, without noticing its slightly unusual taste.

…

Enwrapped in the woods' ambience, Salamence blatantly trotted to the old camp site where Shiroe and the bunch had stayed a few days ago; his feet making a combined sound of steady thud and rustle as they trampled over dried leaves. Sure, his enormous wings could've flown him there in the blink of an eye, but Salamence opted to walk, for good reasons. Firstly, he was about to meet Sceptile and Alakazam, who happened to piss him off earlier, so the dragon-type figured he would take his time and make them wait, as a little payback. More importantly, and as ridiculous as it would sound: Salamence had lost his taste for flying.

In his own defense, Salamence barely considered his disinterest in flying any big deal, for it didn't make him any less, well, "Salamence". In fact, just than many of his kin, he'd suffered from their trademark 'head-mashing' syndrome as a Bagon, and his case was somehow even worse than usual. The pokemon had lost count of how many boulders he'd pulverized out of frustration, but the harder his head got, the greater his misery seemed to become. Day after day, he would vent his anger, only to stare at the vast blue sky and resent his unfortunate lack of wings…until he met that guy.

"Do you need some help?" said Shiroe, with a dorky smile. That was the first thing Shiroe'd ever said to him, or rather, the first line of conversation in his life.

Nonetheless, Salamence (or rather, Bagon) was captivated by that smile. Even though he rarely interacted with pokemon, much less humans, the dragon-type still found Shiroe's smile too silly to be fake, and he appreciated the simple fact that Shiroe hadn't called him 'little'. Some mutual respect from both sides was a good start, and Bagon soon realized he'd made the right call by placing his trust on the human. As friendly and well-mannered as he was outside the battleground, Shiroe possessed remarkable level-headedness in face of a challenge. Instead of rushing recklessly into battle like the typical newbie would, Shiroe took his time to observe the situation, so he rarely made brash decisions or repeat the same mistake. Shiroe was also supportive of his pokemon, as he often catered to a lot of their needs, but somehow managed to avoid spoiling them. Long story short, he was the perfect guy to bring out the best in any pokemon, and while Bagon appreciate that little fact, he'd never thought their relationship would run any deeper and a win-win: Bagon lent the human his strength, and in return, Shiroe would enable him to become stronger.

…Or at least, he'd been under that impression, until a fateful snowy day.

Even to this day, Salamence still questioned how someone like Shiroe could miss the weather forecast. It was precisely a week after their journey began. The duo had spent the morning practicing, including a good dose of rock-pulverizing head-butt. After a hearty meal, they set off for the next town, confident that they'd make it there before dusk. However, all plans were thrown out the window when snow started falling. It only took a few minutes for snowflakes to escalate to heavy blizzard, but luckily, Shiroe managed to find them shelter, in the form of a run-down lodge.

[Flashback]

"Phew, we're saved" Shiroe exhaled as he struggled to close the door. The gust's pressure didn't make it easy, and by the time the duo got inside their shelter, both were caked with snow that was now melting and soaking them.

Bagon ran his eyes at the interior, and found the cottage rather empty. There were two chairs, a single bed and a stove with some leftover logs, but that was pretty much all.

"Hmm, this place isn't much, but still better than nothing. How do you know it's here, by the way?"

"I checked the local map," Shiroe replied. He'd taken his wet clothes off and was now drying himself with a towel, "Just a quick glance, you know, in case something like this happens."

"And with all of that preparation, you still forgot the weather forecast? I'm just amazed."

As usual, Bagon's remark was merciless, and it made Shiroe wonder if they were friends having a normal conversation or a comedy duo practicing random manzai. Smiling awkwardly, the trainer faltered, "A-anyway, since there's no mountain here, we don't have to worry about avalanche, and at least we've got a fireplace to warm up, but I'm afraid we'll be stuck here until morning."

"Fine with me, but you have any food? I'm starving?"

"Of course I do!" the trainer grinned, obviously happy with the change in subject. Most of the stuffs they had were canned, but neither complained as they focused on satiating their hunger, all the while being surrounded by an eerie cacophony of howling winds and crackling fire.

"Thanks for the meal," said Shiroe as he clapped his hands together, before glancing at the window, "Look like it's getting worse out there, and there's no TV, radio or wifi here. Oh well, I think that means bed time."

"There's only one bed, though." the pokemon reminded Shiroe.

"Ah…I almost forget." the trainer said with a troubled expression, but it only took a few seconds for him to decide, "Then you have it. I've got a sleeping bag, and as long as I wear enough clothes, I should be fine sleeping on the floor."

"Don't be stupid, the cold will kill you." Bagon warned.

"I said I'm fine." Shiroe replied stubbornly, "Anyway, go to sleep already."

"As you wish, but allow me to skip the 'I told you so' later. Good night." The dragon-type responded blatantly, and sure enough, he was soon subjected to the constant sound of chattering teeth from a certain human.

Bagon sighed. Sometimes he couldn't understand why humans were the dominant species of this planet, given how physically weak they were, especially when compared to pokemon. Regardless, as much as he found Shiroe's hardheadedness annoying and childish, he couldn't really leave the human freeze to death.

"Alright, come over here, you idiot." Bagon offered dryly, tapping the edge of his bed.

Silence.

"What are you waiting for? Get on the bed."

"Y-you would do that for me?" Shiroe inquired, sounding rather touched, and for some reasons, Bagon got slightly flustered by such awfully honest display of innocence.

"Don't get the wrong idea. I didn't say anything about giving up his bed. I'm being nice and sharing it, so get moving before I change my mind!"

"Aye sir!" Shiroe grinned from ear to ear as he climbed onto the bed and settled next to the dragon-type's blue form, sighing in content as he was instantly engulfed by a comfortable blanket of warmth radiating from the pokemon. Bagon couldn't help smiling at Shiroe's childlike satisfaction, but he'd be careful to not let the human catch even a glimpse.

"Hey, Bagon…" Shiroe started from out of nowhere, his voice soft and gentle, "Would you believe…if I say you're the first friend I ever have?"

"…"

"I really don't understand why I'm socially inept," the human continued, "Sure, I'm nothing special, but I wouldn't consider myself an angsty teenager, so…yeah, it's kinda strange why I have trouble making friends."

"…"

"So, ah, how do I put it," Shiroe chuckled, rubbing his head awkwardly, "I really, really am happy when you agreed to be my friend, and I know you'll probably find this cheesy and annoying, but…thank you."

At this point, Bagon could no longer ignore the conversation. Turning around to meet Shiroe's eyes, the dragon-type inquired, "Why are you telling me this now?"

"Oh…" Shiroe was slightly caught off guard by the question, but he quickly put on a goofy yet genuine smile, "Well, we've been partners for a while, but this is the first time you...err, open up to me, kinda. I don't know, maybe the cold is playing tricks on my mind, but I have a feeling if I don't tell you now, I'll never be able to."

*Thump*

There was that smile again…And there was his heart missing a beat, but the pokemon had absolutely no ideas why - a fact that only frustrated him even further.

"What's wrong?" Shiroe ventured as he noticed Bagon's uneasiness.

"Nothing!" the dragon-type snapped, only to soften his voice apologetically, "Sorry…I'm going back to sleep."

The sudden outburst baffled Shiroe, but he knew if Bagon had made it clear that he didn't want to prolong this conversation, he'd better end it before risking the dragon-type's patience. It wasn't like he had anything else to say anyway.

[Flashback - End]

Ever since that night, the draconic pokemon began to change, for better or worse. Even though he couldn't quite resist the urge to poke fun at Shiroe on a daily basis, Bagon gradually became more relaxed around the trainer. It surprised Bagon that he managed to get along and work together with when Treecko and Abra so fast when those two joined the team.

That said, the confusing memories of the night he and Shiroe shared in the run-down lodge would replay in Bagon's mind every so often, so the draconic pokemon instead decided to focus on his desire to evolve. This ironically, brought him closer to Shiroe, and like a cruel joke, the day he'd finally achieved his wish was also the day he finally realized his true feelings for the trainer. Fulfillment turned into bitterness as Salamence quickly realized how hopeless the situation he'd gotten into, and his wings…they only reminded him of the painful fact that no matter how high Salamence soared to the sky, there was something he could never reach.

A sharp, exerted cry brought Salamence back to reality as his nose picked up faint trails of a strange but intoxicating scent, and that voice…he could've been wrong, but Salamence found it suspiciously familiar. The pokemon hurried towards the noise, pushing part several bushes until he entered a clearing, only to be frozen on his track by what he saw.

In the middle of the clearing, gasping like a fish out of water, sweating profusely and writhing in agony was Shiroe. Almost instantly, Salamence's nostril was assaulted by an extremely potent musk, undoubted emitted from Shiroe. The scent filled his body with heat, which started off like smoldering fire but quickly became unbearable. It infiltrated his senses, stimulating his most primal urges, clouding his head with lust. Worse still, the source of said scent was none other than the object of his desire. Part of Salamence considered walking away before he did anything to harm his loved one, but the pokemon knew he just couldn't leave Shiroe like this.

Mustering all of his willpower, Salamence inched towards Shiroe, struggling against the scent that threatened to make him go berserk any second. It didn't help when he caught a whiff of Shiroe's sweat, already ample with the human's scent, now tenfold more alluring when mixed with the strange musk.

"Shiroe, are you okay?" Salamence asked, fully aware of how idiotic he sounded. The dragon-type couldn't help it though, since he hadn't talked to Shiroe in ages.

"S-Salamence? Help me…My insides…are burning!" Shiroe groaned miserably, severely out of breath.

"Look, let's just…calm down. Tell me everything, okay?"

"I don't know…I was told by Alakazam and Sceptile…to meet you here, and then…and then, my body started feeling…weird."

Salamence's already racing brain instantly connected the dots, and the pokemon's fury manifested in the form of a booming roar, "They played us, those assholes!"

The dragon-type stomped on his feet and readied to go back to the pokemon center, where he'd find and beat the crap out of Alakazam and Sceptile if that was the last thing he'd ever done. His quest for revenge, however, came to an abrupt stop when the dragon-type felt a soft touch against his skin.

"Please…stay with me." Shiroe pleaded, lips quivering, and as Salamence looked at his trainer, his anger deflated faster than a popped balloon. Even in his current stage, Shiroe's eyes remained as mesmerizingly as they ever were, and glazing into such brilliance calmed Salamence down drastically. Having regained his rationale, the dragon-type started to carefully examine Shiroe's symptoms, and he finally diagnosed their problem: The trainer was drugged with a powerful aphrodisiac, and this mind-warping scent he was giving off was just the beginning of their troubles. Natural heat was bad enough, Salamence had no idea what would happen to Shiroe if he remained untreated, but since he didn't know which aphrodisiac affected the human, he couldn't risk trying an antidote.

Well, it's not that they had no solutions, but Salamence wasn't sure if he really wanted to…

At that exact moment, Shiroe let out another strange cry and started squirming furiously. Every part of his body felt as if it was lit on a white-hot flame, so much it seemed liquid fire was running through his veins instead of blood. Unable to bear with the tormenting heat, Shiroe frantically tried to rip off his clothes, unaware that he was releasing an extremely powerful pheromone into the air, adding more fuel to the fire of urges and desire searing through Salamence's body, all the while incinerating any bit of hesitation in his mind.

Ah shit, to hell with everything!!! Salamence lamented, "Forgive me, Shiroe."

A split second later, Shiroe felt the cold air against his skin as his clothes was shredded apart, though it barely eased his conditions. What came next certainly did, though, as Salamence loomed over him and dragged his tongue along his naked form. Shiroe moaned at the ticklish sensation; the rough-textured appendage provided a unique sensation on his skin, covering it with saliva that immediate dried off, leaving glistening traits all over his body.

Salamence, meanwhile, was having the treat of his life. Somewhere in the back of his lust-clouded mind, the draconic pokemon felt a glimpse of shame as he literally took advantages of Shiroe's untimely vulnerability, but that flimsy excuse wouldn't stop him from savoring the human's bare flesh like it was the most delicious delicacy in this world. Salamence relished the salty yet intriguing taste of Shiroe's sweat (not that it was his kink), the silkiness of his skin, and the way Shiroe moaned and shuddered every time his sensitive spots were teased. Despite his arousal, the dragon-type took his sweet time, making sure to wash every inch of that wondrous body with sticky drool.

Eventually, Salamence's mouth found its way to Shiroe's groin, where the human's cock was already leaking precum profusely, and he barely had time to appreciate the much stronger scent before it fueled him with an impulse to move closer and have a taste. And have a taste he did. The trainer let out a yelp as his needy erection suddenly disappeared to the warm, wet confine of Salamence's maw, and the tongue - the rough, sandpapery wetness that'd just caressed his skin earlier, was now coiling firmly around his cock and sending waves of ecstasy up his spine. The human could do little more than moaning weakly as the pleasure sapped away his strength, all the while mingling to the burn rushing through his body, leaving him yearning for more.

Salamence made a quiet, content growl at Shiroe's reaction, and processed to suck on the human's cock even harder, teeth brushing ever so slightly against the warm hardness. Circling the tip, the dragon-type scooped every drop of precum Shiroe had to offer, savored the salty musk, and then gulped it all down. As Shiroe moaned in absolute delight from his excellent oral treatment, Salamence decided to give his lover some extra reward. With the trainer's entire length still in his mouth, the dragon-type began to move his head, bobbing up and down vigorously.

The added stimulation made Shiroe gasp and jerk his head back slightly as it threatened to overload his body with pleasure, and soon enough, it did. A loud scream of delight from Shiroe was the only signal Salamence got when his mouth was suddenly infused with a burst of creamy saltiness as the human unloaded. The quantity wasn't something spectacular, but still quite impressive for a human, and Salamence found himself gulping down mouth after mouthful of the delicious treat, not letting a single drop escape his sperm-seeking mouth.

When everything settled down, Shiroe was left a panting wreck, undoubtedly drained from arguably the most powerful orgasm he'd ever experienced. The fatigues didn't last long, however, as his flaccid penis soon came to life again, fueled by seemingly limitless sexual energy from the aphrodisiac, and he wasn't the only one being affected. As Salamence once again loomed over him, the pokemon's eyes glazed with lust, Shiroe felt something against his thighs, and his eyes widened in shock as he spotted the dragon-type's erection for the first time.

It was unlike anything he'd ever seen. Instead of having a blunt head like his human shaft, Salamence's cock tapered to the tip, and the base seemed to come out from some sort of…slit. Texture wise, the whole thing was mostly smooth, saved for some visible veins distributed evenly along the shaft. And the size…given Salamence's massive body, Shiroe had expected nothing less from the dragon-type's package, but still, to call that thing huge would be an understatement. The massive rod of meat was easily twice as thick as his forearm, and as Shiroe feasted his eyes on it, he began to feel an odd sensation from his rear - a subtle yet agonizing itch that also filled with an overwhelming desire to be filled and had his insides scratched by a big, fat cock. Sure, he was a bit intimidated, seeing as it was literally a pain in the ass to fit that thing inside him, and he might get severely injured trying, but Shiroe didn't care. His rationale was sapped away rapidly by the excruciating lust in his chest and his addled mind gradually lost all focus but one: He had to take that cock, even if it was the last thing he'd ever do.

"Rrr…worry not, you'll get it soon enough," Salamence growled, certainly not oblivious to the attention he was receiving. The pokemon was sensible enough to let Shiroe know what he was in for, but his patience had now worn thin. Lifting Shiroe's legs by the ankles, Salamence lined his tip to his pucker, lubricating it with a generous amount of precum, and with one sharp thrust, drove his entire length into the young man.

Shiroe's body shook in immense pain, but it was nothing compared to what came after - a wondrous combination of relief and fullness. Shiroe distantly wondered if the heat that'd been tormenting his body actually helped disperse the penetration's discomfort - not that he really cared. Salamence's girth made his belly bulged visibly, but it also provided his inner walls with welcoming warmth, and in return, the tight orifice choked on the invading member as if shaping itself into a mould around the dragon-type's cock.

Shiroe barely have any time to marvel at the swollen member nestling deep inside him when the pokemon started to move, the friction of his withdrawal elicited a throaty moan from Shiroe, which got louder as the pokemon immediately sank his cock back in him. Given his immense arousal, Salamence's initial thrusts were awfully gentle, but as the dragon-type gradually built up a rhythm and noticed Shiroe's increasingly louder moans, it became apparent to him that Shiroe was enjoying this as much as he did, so Salamence didn't bother to hold back anymore. Now no longer restricted, he went utterly wild on the human, pulling out half way then ramming back in, hard and fast, determined on giving Shiroe the pounding of his life. The tight and warm softness of Shiroe's inner walls threatened to push him over the edge at any moment, but Salamence's stamina were thankfully more than enough to keep him going. Or maybe it was just his primal, lust-stained urge to breed the human and claim him as his own.

Shiroe's body burnt greater than ever as he finally accepted all of Salamence and surrendered himself to his draconic pokemon. He could feel every inch of the pokemon's cock penetrating his ass, venturing to his deepest and filling him completely. Unbelievable pleasure overwhelmed his senses, not just from the warm glow he felt every time Salamence's cock ravaged his insides nor the special spot that made his own length throb when it was grinded against, but from the pure ecstasy of being sexually dominated by such a mighty beast - his mighty beast. It permeated his body, fencing off the aphrodisiac's tormenting heat all the while leaving him desperate for more. His own presence seemed to melt into the heat of the moment as the world around him was reduced to a rutting pokemon, with him at its very center.

The whole situation soon turned into a sexual frenzy as both participants were imprisoned by their own carnal bliss, neither could stop and certainly none wanted to. Shiroe's pheromone-infused sweat and the musk of their copulation filled the air, combined with a cacophony of flesh hitting flesh further amplified the euphoric waves that were running through their bodies, taking both trainer and pokemon to a new height of erotic pleasure. Salamence's hips became a blur as he rocked into his trainer with incredible speed and force, his mind conflicting between a desire to make this last as long as possible and the urge to just overpower the human like the dominant male he was. He barely had time to decide, though, when Shiroe started pushing up against him, desperate to connect with the pokemon even deeper. This excited Salamence and further sped up his already impending climax.

Shiroe, however, was first to hit his peak. Letting out a loud moan that he was dimly aware of, Shiroe trembled and achieved his second orgasm of the night. His penis twitched repeatedly, spurting cum onto his own chest and stomach, with an amount that surpassed even his earlier load. The orgasmic pleasure also affected his ass, making it spasm and squeeze around Salamence's cock like a velvet-covered iron fist, and it was finally too much for Salamence to handle.

A powerful roar signaled Salamence's climax as he drove as hard as he could against Shiroe's eager hole and started ejaculating. His cock jumped and pulsed, jetting stream after stream of potent sperm into his lover's bowels. Shiroe moaned as the pokemon's seed gushed into his depths and washed over his prostate; the creamy fluid's warmth was extremely soothing compared to the vicious heat he'd felt before they mated. Thick, steamy spunk continuously flooded his most intimate parts as Salamence vented his seemingly endless lust, but Shiroe didn't complain. In fact, even though his belly was distending visibly from being filled to the brim with dragon essence, the human found the sensation fulfilling and relaxing, not just because it sated his burning lust, but also because Salamence was giving all of his to him.

By the time Salamence stopped cumming, Shiroe looked like he could give birth to a baby Bagon, but his face showed nothing but a content smile. The duo looked at each other, and almost like there was a magnetic field, Salamence started lowering his face toward Shiroe's until it resulted in a soft kiss. Basked in the afterglow, they kept their lips brushed against each other, feeling the warmth of each other's breath. Neither said anything, but both knew they'd crossed the line with no return.

…

Salamence gently set Shiroe onto his bed and pulled the blanket over his sleeping trainer. The young man had dozed off from exhaustion during their flight back to the Pokemon Center (yes, Salamence hated flying, but they'd been left no other option since earlier, he'd torn Shiroe's clothes completely off).

Now that he'd got one of his issues taken care of, it was time to tend to the other. Fuming out of Shiroe's room, Salamence was surprised to find both Sceptile and Alakazam waiting for him outside.

"Not here!" Sceptile mouthed quickly, and Salamence thankfully still had a tiny bit of self-composure to restrain himself. However, as soon as they were out of the Pokemon Center, the dragon-type's fury exploded.

"You fuckers!" Salamence growled, looking at Alakazam and Sceptile as if he was ready to kill them, "How dare you do that to us?"

"Oh, so now it's 'us', huh?" Alakazam smirked, showing no sign of intimidation at Salamence's murderous glare, "I guess it's safe to assume you gave him a good rutting, didn't you?"

"Shut up! What in the fuck did you give him?"

"Just a few drops of juice from a curious little berry. You probably don't know its name, but I believe you've experienced its effect, eh?"

"I swear to Arceus I'll kill you," Salamence shook his head in disbelief, "but first, tell me why? Just why?"

The psychic-type's smug expression disappeared in a blink as he cast a piercing glare at Salamence, "Because I know you've been ogling Shiroe for a while, and I think he deserves better than a sorry excuse of a male who refuses to use his voice. "

Alakazam's harsh words hit Salamence so hard it blew his anger away, leaving him taken aback.

"Look, I'm sorry for putting Shiroe to danger, but you were there to take care of it, weren't you?" Alakazam continued, his tone changed again, becoming soft and sympathetic, "And now that the physical tension between you two is gone, I think you should let Shiroe know your feelings for him. Who knows, maybe he'll reciprocate…and let's be honest, what else could you possibly lose? You two have already done it, after all."

"He's right. I'm sorry if our method was too aggressive, but we did it all for you and Shiroe," Sceptile said apologetically, "You're both friends and family to me. I don't want to lose either of you, so please…Just open up with him. Give yourselves a chance."

"You guys…Alright, I got it. I'll give it a try…but don't think I'm finished with you." Salamence sighed. Regardless how much he'd resented Alakazam and Sceptile for meddling with his business minutes ago, the dragon-type could no longer bring himself to stay mad at them…not after those heartfelt apologies.

…

Shiroe felt adrift, trapped in a white, shapeless haze of warmth; the previous night's event had clearly taken a heavy toll on his body. His consciousness floated aimlessly from dream to dream, which somehow always ended with him trying and failing to chase after a vague, draconic figure.

Desperate, the human instinctively reached out his hand, and to his surprise, it finally touched something - something smooth and warm. Blinking his eyes open, Shiroe found himself looking into another pair of clear, blue eyes, and the surface he was touching was none other than Salamence's forehead. He shuddered at the realizations, but somehow unable to withdraw his hand. Salamence's expression was so gentle, and the contact felt incredibly warm and intimate, even better when he considered this was the first time in ages since they had such close and peaceful moment.

"I'm glad you're finally awake," Salamence said softly, breaking the silence, "There's so much I want to tell you right now."

"Sure, but…why am I not wearing anything?" Shiroe inquired as he noted his suspicious lack of clothing.

"Oh…well, last night…" Salamence faltered, a faint blush spread across his face. The dragon's reaction confused Shiroe even more, until his face too started to get hot as the memories came back to his mind - the way they'd touched each other, shared their breath and felt one another's heat.

"Right, about that," the dragon-type continued gingerly, "I want you to know it wasn't just the heat of the moment. I truly, truly wanted to do that with only you, and I think… no, I know…"

"Know what?" Shiroe pressed. As much as he found Salamence's confession awkward, the trainer really wanted to hear the rest. Shiroe had a hunch this whole conversation would boil down to whatever the pokemon was about to say.

"…"

"Salamence?"

"..."

"Okay, this is getting weird." the trainer frowned, "If you don't have anything to say, then-…"

"I'm in love with you."

Surely the Earth wouldn't stop spinning just because Salamence uttered those words, but Shiroe looked as if it might as well would. The young man stared at Salamence incredulously as if he wasn't real, and his face similarly was frozen in an expression Salamence could only describe as what!?!

"You heard it: I'm in love with you." Salamence confirmed, surprised by how easily it came out this time, "Ever since that night when we first shared the same bed, I was infatuated with you. It took me so long to realize it, but here we are: I can finally be honest with you, and with myself."

"But then, why…why did you keep disobeying me?" Shiroe stuttered; voice getting hoarse.

"Well, I thought something between us could never work, so I tried to distant myself from you, but I don't care now. I just want you to know where I stand, and you don't have to answer me right away. Take your time, think, and if you have no such feelings for me, just say it. I'll accept any decision you have for me."

A long silence felt between the two, but Shiroe eventually nodded.

"Salamence, come a bit closer." the young man required, much to Salamence's confusion, but he nonetheless complied. Then, slowly, Shiroe extended his hand and touched the dragon-type's forehead again. The contact made Salamence shudder, but Shiroe was giving him a bright, gentle smile.

"Since you're honest with me, I'll be with you too. Yesterday, I considered releasing you."

The dragon-type was stunned as fear crept into his eyes. Was Shiroe rejecting his feelings?

"Don't get me wrong, I didn't hate you. I blamed myself, and I just don't want people to surfer because of my incompetence. Now I understand why it hurt me so much just thinking about letting you go, and why I managed to put up to your misbehaviors for so long. I'd always thought of you as my best friend, but now, perhaps my feelings have…run deeper that.

So, long story short…I love you too, Salamence."

Tears of joy formed in the pokemon's eyes as he leaned closer to Shiroe, who returned the gesture by caressing his slender neck, "You're really okay with this? What if others find out and condemn us?" Salamence questioned.

"Well then, screw them and their opinions. As long as you're by my side, I could care less about anything else." Shiroe replied resolutely.

They stayed close for while, until Shiroe noticed something poking his legs, "Um, you're getting…excited down there."

"I can't help it," Salamence tried to laugh it off; "You just said you love me, and now we're hugging while you're naked."

"Jeez …Alright then, I think this calls for a special course of celebration. Wanna do it?" the trainer offered, smiling slyly at his new mate.

"I thought you'd never ask." Salamence said huskily. The two lovers rejoiced as they closed their distance, letting minds and bodies became one again.