Smouldering

A curious serenity had settled over the forest in recent days. It felt as if something had been removed from the depths below the verdant growth. No longer did a dark air penetrate every inch of the canopy, or smother the pokémon that called the area home. For a particular Lucario, this had been especially evident.

Locals had nicknamed him Ruck, for his tendency to create a ruckus whenever he made his way too close to the local villages. He considered himself to be a bit of a caretaker for the forest; always watching over the weaker, helping fend off anyone who'd try to invade his demesne.

He ran a tentative claw along the dirt of the forest, the wind catching in his blue and white fur as he took it in. Serenity. Peace. And...strangers? That couldn't be right - no one ever came to these parts unannounced. Locals warned off trainers, and even researchers knew to stay out.

This... was a different scent. The Lucario's nose perked towards the wind and his ears flicked back and forth. There was brimstone to it. A smell of charcoal and burnt embers. Last time he picked up a smell like that, he ended up on the wrong end of a Quilava with a serious territorial dispute going on.

Clenching his fists, the Lucario growled and darted up the nearest tree. He had to figure out what was giving off that smell - perhaps the locals were burning something?

His claws gripped the bark, and he leapt up the side of the tree with quite the speed. His footpaws landed squarely on one of the top branches, allowing him to peek his head out of the canopy and scan the area. There was no smoke, but he did see... Something. It was a fire ball that seemed to be heading straight for him?

There was something wrong about it. Aside from having fire fall from the sky, the figure seemed to be moving. It was only as it grew bigger that Ruck realised it wasn't a fireball - it was an orange dragon. He leapt out of the tree as it crashed through the canopy, the smell of fire filling the air.

Recovering from his fall, the Lucario cast his gaze immediately at the crashed dragon. He'd heard rumours of these from different regions - fire Pokémon called Charizards. Though this ones tail had gotten rather dim, only embers remaining alight.

Cocking his head sideways, Ruck realised he had to help. "Ru...!" He exclaimed in desperation as the realisation of the other beast's dire situation set in. Clasping his handpaws together, a small aura ball formed between them. Aiming it at a small granite rock, the Lucario let out a soft growl as it broke into pieces.

Ruck picked up two granite pieces and cast his eyes about - he needed a cloth, or something to wrap around the tail... He wasn't exactly in the habit of carrying cloth or bags on him, except...

He tore the trousers off his legs, with no concern for his modesty, and ripped them to long, thin strips that he proceeded to wrap around the orange beast's smouldering tailtip. Craning his head away from the granite rocks, he clacked them together a few times, each time harder than the last.

Finally, a group of sparks ejected from between the rocks and landed on the cloth, igniting it. Ruck looked at the Charizard's face with anticipation. It felt like forever until anything happened. The beast blinked and flicked its large tail, spreading its wings.

Stumbling back onto his tail, Ruck stared up at the majestic beast. It was a great deal bigger than most of the pokémon that he'd encountered, but there was something rather... calming about it. Its movements were calculated and predictable. As if it didn't want to cause any fear.

The Lucario tried to establish communications with the beast telepathically, hoping it'd understand his intentions. Though language wasn't his strong suit, the pokémon was able to convey his peaceful intentions to the dragon successfully. But while connected to the 'mons mind, Ruck picked up excitement?

... Oh. Oh. He was reminded by his own nudity. His sheath and a pair of blue-furred orbs dangling between his thighs, bared for the charizard in front of him. It wasn't the first time he'd been naked in front of another creature, but it was certainly the first time that the creature had been a complete stranger.

Not that the charizard seemed to mind at all. In fact, if one were to judge by the sudden musky smell in the air, the dragon actually liked the sight. He swished his tail from side to side as he stood up, the lucario taken aback by the creature's actual size. He stood taller than twice Ruck's size, and far broader. But there was a strength to his body, too.

A strength that Ruck was about to feel on his own body, as the long tail swept around him and picked him up, the large creature pulling the smaller lucario to his body to embrace him. Momentarily getting lost in the warmth, he was soon brought back to reality as he felt something poking his foot.

The charizard seemed to have other plans with the smaller male. He gently laid him on the grass again before leaning down and giving Ruck's face an affectionate lick. It was hot, just as you'd expect the saliva from a pokémon that breathes fire to be. Continuing down over his chest, circling the chest spike, and going past the lucario's belly, the long draconic tongue teased its way right to the tip of the blue sheath.

Ruck blinked and look at the other male, a gasp betraying his own lust - he had a bit of a weakness for fire types, particularly those with strong hips... And this guy certainly seemed willing to reward his rescuer in a bit of an unorthodox manner.

Bringing his half-erect and tapering shaft level with the lucario's sheath, the dragon pokémon let out an audible grunt. He was eager and yet restrained, as if he didn't want his partner scared away.

Knowing what was required, the lucario craned his head forwards, running his tongue along the underside of the draconic shaft; the taste of the precum that covered it sweet, and yet with a slight charcoal aftertaste to it.

His partner reacted to it as he'd expected. A growl preceded the charizard's hips pushing forwards, burying the shaft in the lucario's throat and provoking a slight gag. It was big - much bigger than any shaft he'd had the pleasure of encountering. But the taste was something else. He could taste the fire in the creature's belly, the powerful nature of his element.

So distracted by pleasuring his partner was Ruck, that he had neglected his own sheath. That hadn't exactly seemed to keep his cock from emerging, and it had only added to the mixed scent in the glade.

Removing his maw from the tapered shaft, the lucario glanced up at the dragon's head, inching his body back. He hoped it understood what he wanted as he spread his legs, revealing his tailhole to the larger male. It took a moment for the dragon to actually snap out of the lust, and another moment for him to position his shaft under the lucario's tail.

And then it happened - a hard thrust forwards, and a quarter of that massive shaft buried itself in Ruck. He felt a mixture of pain and pleasure wash over him, flooding his thoughts as he threw his body back and focused on the member that was spreading him open.

The charizard didn't waste any time; he sunk its shaft in, every inch getting wider until it hilted. Barely allowing his partner a moment to relax, the bigger male pulled his hips back before launching another assault. Ruck hadn't felt anything like it before - the pain of being stretched so far, mixed with the pleasure. And the pressure to his prostate wasn't exactly making it easier to hold back his moans.

And why should he? This was a reward for saving the life of the dragon - the moans would only tell the charizard that he was doing something right.

And moan he did. Though they came out more as pants, howls, and groans, mixed in with the occasional exclamation as the larger mail hilted inside him, spreading more precum and easing the next thrust.

Ruck's claws dug into the grass next to his, ripping it out of the dirt as he felt his orgasm approaching. He wanted to wait. He wanted to feel the dragon's seed in him before he let his own loose... But he couldn't.

With a single whimper that was filled with pleasure and lust, the lucario's insides clamped around his partner, forcing the charizard's release. Simultanously, the lucario's seed fired into the air, landing not only on his chest fur and belly, but his muzzle and the grass.

Collapsing atop his partner, the charizard seemed content to stay there, in the glade, with Ruck for the time being. And Ruck? He wasn't about to turn down a partner to help him protect his forest...