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The late-morning sun painted the valley in brilliant hues of gold and lit up the forest within it in vivid green. The blue sky above had only a few wispy white clouds teasing its wide-open expanse. Below, the mountain range rose up to majestically frame and cradle the valley. Any smeargle with eyes would weep at the sight, and any flying-type would thank Arceus for giving them the wings to enjoy the view.

At least, any flying-type who wasn't distracted by the roiling storm clouds of his mind, as Blaze was.

The charizard swooped over the scenery below, completely ignoring it in favor of getting lost in his thoughts. The words he'd exchanged with Vulcan the night before still echoed in his mind; both the venomous, spiteful, lusty words he'd spat at the typhlosion, and the calm, tender offers and propositions the charizard's friend had murmured to him. Images of their conversation's subject—Fang, the feraligatr—flashed in Blaze's head to accompany the words, teasing him with half-fantasized visions of Vulcan and the other male. What they had been doing to distract the typhlosion from the plans he and Blaze had made together, and what his friend had suggested the three of them do together.

Blaze snorted, shaking his head to scatter those thoughts, and dove into the forest to land in a clearing near a large, placid lake. His nostrils flared as he looked around, taking in the scents lingering in the area. Two males, a fire-type and a water-type. Sweat and sulfur and ash and testosterone—the scent of a battle—and the fainter aroma of masculine arousal. Vulcan's arousal, accompanied by a saltier scent that had to be Fang's. This was it; this was their training ground.

The charizard wasn't sure himself what exactly he was doing there. The whim to ask Vulcan where he and Fang trained together had struck him as they'd shared their morning meal together, and Blaze had set out with an order to his friend to occupy himself somewhere else for the day as soon as he'd swallowed the last few bites of his breakfast. Vulcan had been confused and worried, and had shouted out a plea to 'be nice' as Blaze had taken off; the typhlosion was probably worried that Blaze would challenge his training partner to an earnest fight, and truth be told the charizard had half a mind to do so. However, he refused to let the fire burning in his breast flare too high; the last thing he needed was for his smoldering temper to erupt again. Blaze was there to talk to Fang, he supposed, as his friend had wanted him to do.

Or he would, if the feraligatr was anywhere to be found.

Blaze let out a heavy, gusty sigh, and moved to the shore of the lake to plop down on his side with a grunt. He wasn't sure why this was bothering him so much; Vulcan was his own pokemon, and was free to do as he pleased. Free to have as many friends—fuckbuddies—in the forest as he wanted. Free to suck their cocks and push his face under their lifted tails and rut them hard and fast and deep.

Again, the charizard shook those thoughts away and did his best to ignore both the heat in his cheeks and the pulsing in his crotch. The point was that Vulcan had fucked around with plenty of other males aside from him. He was okay with that fact. So why did the star-struck look in Vulcan's eyes when he recounted his training with Fang, the scent of feraligatr musk on his friend's face and crotch and ass, and the thought of Vulcan laying back and splaying his legs wide to get rutted hard and fast and deep by fat feraligatr cock set Blaze so on edge?

He was shaken out of his thoughts once more, but this time not of his own volition. He jumped as he felt something smooth, scaly, and damp brush over the sole of his foot, and then something else hot and wet caress one of his toes. Blaze's face burned as he heard whoever had snuck up on him let out a bout of low, deep, rumbling laughter.

“Sorry, buddy, couldn't resist." A blue-scaled snout was poking up out of the lake, with a pair of bright crimson eyes above and a wide, toothy grin below. A feraligatr. The feraligatr let out another chuckle as he pulled himself up on shore, allowing Blaze to see his impressive bulk. Large and strong, the flexing and bunching of his muscular limbs telling of plenty of battle experience.

Blaze huffed and sat up, looking the other male up and down. “You must be Fang."

“Yup, that's me!" Fang nodded and moved to sit next to the charizard. Blaze felt his spine stiffen and a low growl rumble in his throat at the height difference between the two of them; the feraligatr was at least a head taller than he was even sitting down. “And you must be the big bad dragon of the mountain." The other pokemon looked Blaze over in return, his eyes appraising behind his friendly grin. “Funny, I was expecting, you know, an actual dragon-type."

Again, Blaze's cheeks and snout grew hot as he let the growl in his throat out. His tail flame was flaring, and he had to take a deep, slow breath. He wouldn't lose his temper. “Yeah. What of it?"

“Hey, relax. I'm just saying I've heard about you is all."

“I'm sure you have." Blaze scowled; he hadn't exactly made a friendly first impression on the pokemon in the forest when he and Vulcan had first arrived, and he was sure they'd been all too eager to tell kind, strong, sexy Fang all about the 'big, bad dragon of the mountain'. Even if he he'd only burned down a small section of the forest.

Fang turned his body to fully face the fuming charizard, and let out a sigh. “Sorry, that crack probably set us off on the wrong foot. Lemme try again." Again, his grin was bright and cheerful and his eyes shining as he held a clawed hand out to Blaze. “Heya! I'm Fang, and you must be Blazey. Nice to meet'cha!"

“Just Blaze." The charizard still felt his hackles rising a little bit from Fang's use of that nickname, but he merely huffed and briefly shook the feraligatr's hand, indulging the other male. “I guess you've heard of me, huh?"

“Yeah, Vulcan's talked about you a lot."

Blaze finally felt the corners of his lips quirk up a bit at that, even as his eyes widened. “Vulc's been talking about me?"

“Yeah, he has." Fang's grin finally closed into a smile as he scooted over to sling an arm around Blaze's shoulders. “'Blazey' this and 'Blazey', always talking about how much stronger your flame is than his when we're training. How much stronger and… bigger… you are than him in general." His brows waggled, and he let out a soft, suggestive laugh.

Blaze grunted as he blinked, a bit thrown off by how friendly the feraligatr was being. This wasn't at all how he'd pictured this meeting would go. He'd been prepared to battle with the water-type, prove his dominance and stake his claim; or if not that, see if he could come to an understanding with the feraligatr over his relationship with Vulcan, since he knew that's what the typhlosion would want. But if Blaze didn't know any better, he'd swear the feraligatr was flirting with him. “He's, uh, talked a lot about you, too."

“Good things, I hope!"

“Yeah…" Blaze's breathing hitched; the feraligatr's proximity was allowing the charizard to feel Fang's still-damp scales brushing and rubbing against his own, cool against his hotter body. The other male's scent curled into Blaze's nose, salty with a faint, earthy undertone; the same scent that was always caught in Vulc's fur after their 'training sessions' together, familiar at this point. Very familiar. Familiar enough that Blaze could catch the sharp, spicy edge of male arousal in Fang's musk. He looked to the feraligatr's friendly—flirtatious—grin and down the other male's large, thick, strong body. Blaze could feel the twinging in his gut and the pulse between his legs, and did what he always did when placed into an uncomfortable or embarrassing situation: the charizard huffed, batted Fang's arm off of his shoulders, and scooted away from the other pokemon to grumble and sulk. “Really good things. Especially how good a fuck you are," he spat in a sullen tone.

Fang let out a long, heavy sigh, and moved to follow the charizard while blithely ignoring the huffing growls of warning rumbling in Blaze's chest. “Look, if you're jealous or anything, me and Vulcan-“

“I'm not jealous!" Blaze roared, turning to scowl at the feraligatr. However, Fang just raised an eyebrow and let the charizard's anger roll over him, keeping his face set in a blank expression. Eventually, Blaze had to turn away to snort out a puff of smoke. “I'm not. Vulc can do whatever he damn well pleases with whoever he damn well pleases. I'm fine on my own."

The charizard could hear another deep sigh from the feraligatr, and then felt a clawed hand on his back. Blaze stiffened and snarled, then gasped as Fang's digits dug right into the muscle around one of his wings. He had to clench his jaw to keep a low, soft moan from slipping out as Fang worked over the stiff limb, kneading it in ways Blaze had never felt before. “Are you, though? Because it sounds to me like you're either jealous of me fucking Vulcan, or you're jealous of all the dick he's getting." The feraligatr began to massage Blaze's other wing, making the charizard snort and struggle to not start panting.

“How are you doing that?" The charizard was avoiding the question, and both males knew it.

However, Fang just chuckled. “Knew a charizard like you back when I was with my trainer. Always loved getting massages like this after a long, hard-won battle." He squeezed the bases of Blaze's wings, and Blaze groaned out as his eyes clenched shut. It felt good. Really good. “…Always got jealous whenever anyone flirted with his mate, too."

“Vulc and I aren't mates. We're… just friends."

“Yeah, you're a really good friend, from what Vulcan said." The feraligatr continued to massage the muscles along Blaze's back, drawing out a pleased rumble from the charizard. Then Blaze's breath hitched as Fang gave his neck a sharp nip. “And a really good fuck, too. The best fuck out of everyone in the forest."

“Vulc said that?" A hot blush burned on Blaze's face once more. Did Vulcan talk about the sex they had together with all of his fuckbuddies? And why did the thought send a throbbing pulse through his gut and straight to his crotch? “What, uh, what else has he said?"

“Lots of good things." Another gentle nibble on the sensitive scales of Blaze's neck made the charizard struggle to suppress another quiet moan, which in turn made Fang let out another soft chuckle. “Why don't you turn on back around so we can talk face to face, hm?"

“Mm." Blaze tried to ignore the hot flush on the scales of his cheeks and snout as he turned to face the feraligatr once more. However, he couldn't ignore the hotter, pulsing flush of his crotch, or the feeling of his cocktip already poking through the moist lips of his slit. It may have been the massage, or the rich scent of the feraligatr's own arousal, or the way Fang smiled as his bright red eyes darted down between Blaze's splayed legs, but the charizard was starting to see how Fang had attracted so many of the pokemon in the forest. How he had attracted Vulcan. The feraligatr's toothy grin only widened as he leaned back a bit and splayed his legs as well, one clawed hand brushing and rubbing down his chest and belly to finally land on his own crotch. The other male gave Blaze a wink as his fingers traced the taut lips of his own slit, and then sank inside as the feraligatr rumbled. The charizard huffed and grumbled and blushed, but his attention was drawn by both the movement and the wafts of salty musk from Fang. “W-well? What else did Vulc say to you about me?"

“That you're adorable when you blush like that."

Blaze tried to snarl at Fang, tried to give the feraligatr his most burning, searing glare; tried, but the only thing burning was the blush Fang had complimented. “Don't make fun of me…!"

“I'm not making fun of you." Fang scooted closer to the charizard once more. “Look, you need to relax and drop the attitude. You put on this façade of being tough and angry and unapproachable, but where has it got you? Sitting alone on top of your mountain." He leaned in to pin Blaze's gaze with his own, his red eyes staring right into the charizard's blue. “You have Vulcan, yeah, but who else knows how sweet you can be? Who else knows how much you've done to protect your friend? Who else knows you as anything but the big bad dragon of the mountain that tries to flamethrower anyone who pisses him off?" Silence fell, allowing Blaze to hear the low growl in the feraligatr's own throat. “The only thing that temper of yours is doing is driving everyone away from you."

Blaze scowled, trying to look away, but Fang gripped his snout to keep their gazes locked. He knew all of that already. He knew his temper was what got him and Vulcan kicked out. He knew that his temper had made the other pokemon of the forest afraid of him. “Is that what Vulcan said?"

“That's what I'm saying." Fang's grip on Blaze's snout relaxed, and the charizard was able to smell the rich scent on the clawed digits so close to his nose. Wasn't that the hand Fang had been using to finger himself? “What Vulcan says is that under all your growling and huffing and sulking, you're one of the sweetest pokemon he knows. That you just need someone to hold you and reassure you that everything'll be alright. That you need someone who understands you, and knows you for the strong, sexy male you are."

“Vulc…" The fire in Blaze's gut began to weaken, grow smaller and cooler. Vulcan had always been by his side, even when their trainer had kicked him off the team because of his bad attitude. He'd stayed with Blaze, made a home with him, and kept the charizard company in his exile. Vulcan cared about him, and Blaze cared about the typhlosion; that was why it hurt so much when Vulcan left to be with his other friends. To be with Fang. The least he could do to repay his dearest friend would be to try, harder than he had been; try to be a better pokemon, to make connections, to leave what had happened before in the past and start over again. And Vulcan wanted him to start with Fang. “Mm." It was a soft grunt, and it might've been easy to mistake it for noncommittal, but the nod he gave Fang made the grin return to the feraligatr's face. “…'Sexy'?"

“Yeah. Vulcan said you're really sexy. And I agree." Again, that flirtatious wink as Fang let his musk-smeared digits play over Blaze's nostrils, making them tingle with the pungent scent of his aroused slit.

Blaze still tried to muffle his moan, but started to relax all the same. He met Fang's gaze, and then reached down to brush his own clawed fingers over his wet slit lips. Tracing along them and around the tip of his cock as it poked out. Sliding them into the tight passage and along the length of his hidden shaft as it pulsed and hardened. He huffed a bit as he lay back on the soft grass, spreading himself out and splaying his legs; showing off to the other male, who rumbled in approval as he started fingering his own slit once more. “What else did he say?"

“Hm…" The noise Fang made was a mixture of a playful, thoughtful hum and a low, showy moan of pleasure as his fingers sank into his slit to the knuckle. “He said that you smell good. Really good, all over. Especially in your slit… under your tail…" His grin widened. “…And your feet. I can't say much about the former two, but I'll have to agree on the latter."

The charizard rumbled, his eyes clenching shut as a pulse of arousal through his slit made another few inches of his cock slide free past his working fingers. His feet had always been sensitive, and had started getting really pungent after his first evolution into a charmeleon; fire-types always started smelling stronger as they evolved, but at least he wasn't a rock-type. Blaze couldn't count the number of times that Vulcan had been able to make him cum just from nuzzling against his soles, working them over with his lips and tongue, and suckling on his toes one by one. The typhlosion had always taken deep sniffs of the scent, praising and worshipping it as he jerked off, and even Blaze himself had gotten aroused a few times just from his own aroma. It was shameful and embarrassing, but hearing that Vulcan had talked about the smell of his feet aloud to others sent a perverted thrill down Blaze's spine.

And then he remembered the feeling of wet scales and a tongue on his sole earlier, and rumbled as his blush burned hotter. Had Fang gotten a whiff? A taste? The charizard looked to the feraligatr, lifting one leg up to offer his foot to the other male. “You wanna… I mean, if you want, then… smell, or… you know…" He tried to be dominant and confident, like he was with Vulcan, but the words caught in his throat and tripped over his tongue to trail off in a weak groan of arousal.

“Sniff your feet? Lick them? Show you how hard they make me?" Fang chuckled and winked, and Blaze could only nod dumbly; it was clear that Fang had been around the block more than once, and the charizard was starting to realize just how out of his league he was. The feraligatr grasped Blaze's ankle and dipped down to press his snout to the bottom of the charizard's proffered foot; Blaze could feel the air rushing over the soft scales as Fang took a slow, deep sniff, and then the humid rush against his toes as the feraligatr moaned out. The other male's maw opened wide, and his wet tongue wriggled and danced along the sole of Blaze's foot and up to swirl around his toes. Between them. Lapping up the gathered sweat and musk. Then he moved to straddle Blaze's tail, grinding his wet slit and emerging cock onto the wriggling limb while giving the charizard's other foot the exact same treatment.

“Fuck… nnn, that's good…" Blaze's cock had slid completely free to pulse shamelessly on his belly, and the charizard felt a small surge of pride as he watched Fang examine it with approval.

“Yeah it is. I can see why Vulcan loves 'em so much." Fang met the charizard's eyes with a wide, lustful smile. “Wanna smell mine? They aren't as pungent as yours, but Vulcan says they smell really good all the same." He winked again, the scales of his own broad snout flushing a deep red that matched his eyes. “And I've enjoyed giving them a few sniffs as well, so…"

Blaze clenched his eyes and groaned as his erection throbbed. The feraligatr wasn't a psychic-type, so how the hell was he pushing every single one of his buttons so well? “I've… never, uh… anyone else's."

“Not even Vulcan's? Should probably start there, then. They smell nice and strong, like yours, so you'll probably love them." The feraligatr laughed as Blaze choked and sputtered. “Well then, how about you sniff my ass, then, and I sniff yours in return. I always did love the smell of a nice, musky tailhole, and yours comes highly recommended."

“Nnngh… that's not all that you love, according to Vulc." This was bad. He was putty in the feraligatr's claws, a position he'd never been in before, and he needed to find some way to regain the upper hand. “He says you love drinking other pokemon's piss."

The charizard was expecting Fang to falter, to blush and start sputtering and stammering at the mention of his kink as Blaze had at the mention of his own, but was sorely disappointed; Fang just shrugged and let out another laugh. “Well yeah, I love drinking other pokemon's piss. If they need to drain the dragonite after a nice blowjob, I'll drink it right from the tap." The shameless way he said that matched the way the feraligatr let his—impressive, Blaze had to admit—erection bob and throb in the air, completely hard and dribbling copiously. “I'm a water-type. Water sport is just part of our repertoire." He chuckled again at his own joke, and gave Blaze a grin. “If you wanna let me, I'll drink yours straight from that beauty of a dick you've got. But first, let's get to know each other better, huh?"

“Mm." The charizard was powerless in the face of Fang's earnestness; all he could do was lay back, flushed and panting and rumbling in arousal as the feraligatr turned around to position himself. Fang straddled the charizard's chest, rubbing his cock on Blaze's scales and smearing them with his precum, and then lifted his tail and pushed his ass back towards the charizard's face. Blaze could feel the other male nuzzling and sniffing along his own erection, down to the slit at the base, and then further down to press his nose right to the charizard's tailhole. Blaze squirmed under the larger male as Fang took deep sniffs, and the charizard had to distract himself by grasping the soft, fleshy rump before him and focusing his attention under Fang's raised tail.

The feraligatr's hole looked puffy, slightly loose, used. And the salty, earthy, spicy scent of the other male's aroused musk was even stronger, filling Blaze's lungs and drawing his nose like a magnet to the rim. He breathed in, his eyes fluttering, and ground his snout into the feraligatr's ass. Up and down from the base of Fang's tail to the lower edge of his taut-lipped slit, over the pulsing, winking ring. He could smell so many different, mixed musks tingeing Fang's scent with their own aromas; male sweat and arousal and cum. It was like smelling the feraligatr's own scent on Vulcan's ass, wafting from his friend's pucker and staining the fur and flesh of the typhlosion's rump, but multiplied a hundred-fold; and it sent hot sparks straight to Blaze's throbbing crotch and cock. The charizard grunted, realizing that his tongue had moved out of his maw of its own accord to lap around and over the feraligatr's hole to taste the rich flavor of Fang's ass, and pulled away—reluctantly, not that he'd admit it out loud. “Mm. Smells like you've had at least half the males in the forest under your tail."

“And smells like you're still a virgin." Fang continued to grind his snout against Blaze's own tight pucker, taking slow, deep sniffs of the charizard's scent and moaning in bliss; he apparently appreciated it a lot, judging by the throbbing of his cock on Blaze's chest and the growing puddle of pre smearing between them. The feraligatr hunched over further, straining himself to sniff his way up to Blaze's slit, and began huffing and moaning as he nuzzled into the base of the charizard's erection one more. “Not here, though. Vulcan said he's fucked your slit, but… you actually…?" Was that hesitation Blaze was hearing in the feraligatr's voice?

“Yeah." The charizard was panting and moaning freely as his arousal loosened his tongue. He began to relish the lusty words pouring from his mouth, especially as he caught glimpses of Fang's face twisting into an embarrassed expression. “I fucking love feeling Vulc's dick in my slit. Rubbing against my cock and cumming all over it. It's our agreement, I guess. My slit belongs to him, and his ass belongs to me. Or did, until you came along…" The rumble in Blaze's chest wasn't exactly one of anger anymore.

“Oh, I see…" Fang was quiet for a long moment, his claws tracing over Blaze's inner thighs and drawing out a reluctant purr from the charizard. “In that case, you… you wanna fuck mine? I mean, fair's fair. You and Vulcan can both, uh, fuck me there. It's just that I've never… you know, I…" He was stuttering. He was stammering. This was the opening Blaze had been waiting for, his opening to turn the tables on the feraligatr. To roll the other male over, spread his legs wide while nibbling Fang's throat, and shove his cock deep into the feraligatr's virgin slit. To cum against his cock, mark him, claim him; claim the male who'd stolen his friend away, and thereby take back what was rightfully his.

Instead, Blaze sighed and began to tenderly nibble and lick at Fang's flanks. He tried to gather his thoughts as he listened to the feraligatr's grunting and rumbling and sighing in pleasure. Finally, he gave Fang's musky cleft one last long, slow lick from his slit to the base of his tail, and then tapped the feraligatr's rump to signal him to get off. “Alright. That sounds fair to me, I guess, but in that case why don't we bring Vulc in now?" His heart fluttered in his throat along with his stomach, and the charizard gulped. “I can take you back to the cave and we can wait for him. Get to know each other better in the meantime."

“Sure!" Fang rose up, grunting and groaning as he got to his feet, and then offered a hand to Blaze to help the charizard up. “I mean, if you want to. Vulcan's talked about us three getting together, and, well…" He smiled, his flush only adding to how handsome it made him look. “After getting to know you this much, I definitely think it's something that needs to happen."

“Funny, Vulc said the exact same thing to me. About us getting together, I mean. And, well, after getting to know you, I guess I agree." The corners of Blaze's mouth lifted into the smallest, faintest smile of his own. He gestured for the feraligatr to follow him, and began to lead the other male back to the home he shared with Vulcan. Fang really was a nice guy, Blaze supposed, just like his friend had said; sweet, kind, and sexy, not that he'd say it out loud. If getting to know the feraligatr really was what Vulcan thought he needed, then why not? And if it lead to something more between him and Fang, between him and Vulcan, between the three of them together, then that could only be good for him.

Blaze needed to change, wanted to change, and was finally willing to take the first step.