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It was a oft-repeated myth that Pokémon didn't like types they were strong against or weak against. The truth of the matter was that when it came to friendship, types were generally an afterthought. A Fire-Type wouldn't really have any trouble befriending a Rock or Water-Type, nor a Grass or Ice-Type. Just because one's moves might work well didn't mean one HAD to use them on everyone.

So when Geddon bitched about that insufferable Grovyle, it wasn't because he was a Charmeleon just venting about stupid Grass-types. It was just because Trico was THAT insufferable.

And he wanted to make it clear to anyone that asked about it - he didn't hate Trico! He wasn't what one would call friends with the Grovyle but he was on generally good terms with him, as he tried to be with everyone. It was tough for a Fire-Type, known for hot tempers and wild emotions, to get a reputation as a fairly friendly sort, but Geddon had been working hard at it, and he was mostly successful. But some people were just...trying.

There was definitely a personality clash, to be sure. Trico was a snarky goofball who loved to poke fun at people and push their buttons, a stark contrast to Geddon's more serious nature. And oh, boy, did Trico love to mess with serious people. Pranks were one thing, but the constant verbal repartee was even more grating and exhausting to Geddon - it was so hard to get a victory against the fast-talking grass lizard, he seemed to have an answer for just about everything. Maybe not always a good answer, but even his bad answers usually scored a point for him. There was no way the Charmeleon could hope to keep up, nor did he really want to - usually he just wanted to exit the conversation before he got more frustrated. And rarely did Trico let him until he was good and riled.

And then there was Trico's favorite thing to bug him about...

"Hey, there, Champ! Bagged a female yet?"

A deep growl and smoky sigh rushed from Geddon's mouth as Trico appeared behind him...he wasn't looking back but there was no question the Grovyle was sporting that incessant smirk of his. "Did I not tell you to quit pestering me about that?"

"Yeah, more times than I can remember!" Trico darted out in front of him, tongue sticking out, expression just as predicted. "Because you hate to admit that a big guy like you can't outdo little ol' me! Maybe I wanna chat about what it's like to get your dick wet in a nice pussy, ever thoughta that?"

Geddon's eyes narrowed at Trico; already he wasn't having much patience for this. There was no way Trico actually wanted to talk about that because rarely did he mention it except to Geddon. He regretted every day letting slip the tidbit about never having mated with a female and wanting to...it his defense, to him it hadn't been that big a deal, just one of those things he'd never really had luck with. And sure, he had no problem getting it on with other males - it was a lot easier, less pressure, and he wasn't wanting for action of any type. But he had an interest in females as well and he really did want to be able to convince them he would be a good guy to mate with. To date, though, he'd never been able to get a taker.

And when Trico had heard that, he had been all over it. It was no secret that the Grovyle was jealous about how much action Geddon got with males - before Geddon's unfortunate revelation he'd often bemoaned how much of a stud the Charmeleon was compared to him. But unlike Geddon, he'd had the fortune of laying with a female. Only once, to be sure, but once was more than Geddon had, and that had rapidly become Trico's favorite way to pester the fiery lizard. And there was absolutely nothing that could dissuade him...not that Geddon didn't try.

"Knowing you, she was probably bone dry and just felt sorry for you."

"Hah, no way, she was digging it super-great. I mean, she was a Dewott, so I did have some help, but she loved it either way!"

"Fantastic. Why don't you go brag about it somewhere else?"

"Nah, no one else really seems to care. Maybe because they've all had females before, too. I need to brag about it to someone who hasn't had the fortune!"

Geddon grunted in frustration. "Or you can not brag about it at all."

"Aw, don't feel too bad, I'm sure you'll get a chance at a female eventually! Maybe, anyway. You might just be the kinda guy that females can't stand...not a suave, smooth-talking stud like me."

"Pah. Some stud. You complain all the time about how you don't get half the action I do. I'm doing just fine for myself, I've had three rounds this week already."

Trico's smirk broadened. "Yeah, yeah, yeah, three rounds...wasn't a single one of them with a female, though."

"For fuck's sake. It's really not that big a deal, you know. It'll happen when it happens. It's not like I'm desperate or something..."

"Well, sure, you don't wanna come off that way! But that's probably it, the females all see you approach and all they can think about is how you cry yourself to sleep at night because your cock ain't had a taste of that sweet, sweet love juice."

With a snarl, Geddon rounded on Trico, glaring. "Will you shut up already?!"

The Grovyle raised his hands in an innocent gesture, still wearing that stupid smirk. "Hey, man, it's cool, I get that it's eating you up. Just let me know if you want any advice on how to nab one, I got the tricks better than you do obviously. See ya!" And with that he bounded off, cackling wildly, and leaving Geddon literally steaming.

Well, fuck my mood then...damned leafhead...

The worst part about it was that he wasn't really bothered by it most of the time, until Trico brought it up yet again and then it was hard to get off his mind for a while. Or no...the worst part was that he really did start to wonder if something was wrong with him that the annoying Grovyle could land a female even once and he, for all his efforts to be friendly and not pushy, couldn't do the same. It was stupid, he knew it wasn't that, he didn't know how it had happened for Trico but it clearly wasn't something he'd been able to replicate...yet, it was hard not to wonder.

Calling me desperate, when I never am, not like I ever care about it until he brings it up...oh, fucking hell. His jaw clenched as something new occurred to him this time. He MAKES me feel desperate. He's sabotaging me...dammit, is he doing that intentionally? Or does he not realize it either? Could be either one with that dip...but either way, it's fucking me up. How am I ever gonna get the confidence when he keeps razing it like a Bulldoze to a sand castle?

The more he thought, the more it became clear: he had to stop it before it killed his chances for good, broke his confidence beyond repair. Which meant putting an end to the teasing. But the only way seemed to be getting a female so that Trico didn't really have anything to brag about...

Or...maybe there's another way to convince him to shut up.

His own sly smirk arose on his face. Oh, it was hard to get one up on Trico, but this time...this time, he thought he had it. All he needed to do was make sure he pulled it off before Trico sussed out his plan...which meant quick, since he had an annoying way of picking up on that. But fortunately, this didn't require a lot of set-up or finesse, just what tools he already had at his disposal. Oh, this was going to be quite good...

---

"Hey, Filia, you seen Geddon around at all? I've been wanting to have a chat with him but he's not at his den."

The Leafeon rolled her eyes at Trico. "Maybe he wouldn't be avoiding you if you didn't pester him all the time. Maybe you should just find someone else to talk to for the time being."

"I'm not gonna pester him!" The grin the Grovyle was wearing made the sincerity of his words highly questionable. "I just wanna ask him a question and chat for a bit."

"Your questions are usually how you pester him. Come on, everyone knows what you like to badger him about. Why do you bug him about not having had relations with a female? You're making it way bigger of a deal than it should be."

"I'm just giving him a bit of friendly ribbing! C'mon, Filia, give me a break, it's not like I'm hurting him or anything."

Filia shook her head. "I'm warning you, everyone has their limits. He's a nice guy, but he's gonna do something to get you to stop if you don't leave him alone."

"Your warning is appreciated, and tells me you HAVE seen him recently, so give!"

"Ugh, fine. He was going to the pond up north. He said he wanted to be alone, so really, just leave him be."

"I know what I'm doing. See ya!" With a snicker Trico bounced off towards the pond. It was a familiar location, he knew it well, it was a nice place for isolation most days...but it wasn't going to be today, not for Geddon. True, he'd only just bugged Geddon about his lack of action a few days ago, but he felt like giving the fire lizard a bit more shit about it. Sometimes you just had one of those days where you needed to get on a buddy's case.

To be sure, he knew it was a bit overboard. It definitely made him sound obsessed with it, he knew...but really, there was so little he had on Geddon that he couldn't really bug him about anything else. Geddon was popular, friendly, and he got laid like nobody's business with males...a lot more than Trico did. Envy was definitely a driving factor, he wished he could have the kind of luck Geddon did...failing that, though, he could only fall back on the one thing he did have over him.

Or he could try just being friendly, but where was the fun in that? He liked teasing and poking fun...good-naturedly, of course. He wasn't trying to be a brat, after all. Geddon was just too much fun to goad, though, because he knew the Charmeleon wasn't the type to bite back. At least, not without a LOT of provocation, and he always gave warning before he reached his limit. Some others weren't so generous. So when he needed to get some stress relief, transferring a bit to Geddon was usually the trick.

He wasn't ready for the sudden burst of blue powder right in front of him as he jumped. Of course it was impossible to stop his momentum, but he tried anyway, and only succeeded in face-planting right into the cloud. He briefly saw the empty seed pod where the powder had spewed forth from, definitely out of place, before he drifted off into slumber.

---

Trico awoke to the sound of trickling water. There was still sun, so he knew he hadn't been out that long...well, Sleep Powder was usually a short-term thing anyway, unless mixed with other stuff. More importantly, though, he was tied down. He was leaned back against a tree, his arms bound tightly to it, and his legs were tied with vines against roots, keeping them spread open. Definitely not normal...but looking around, he could see that they were by the pond that he'd been heading towards. Which meant...

"So, you woke up...about time." Yes, that was Geddon's voice. The Charmeleon stepped out from behind the tree, stopping in front of him, looking as devilish as Trico had ever seen him. There was no one else that he could tell was around, so the culprit responsible for his current situation seemed pretty obvious. But...

"Filia was totally in on this, wasn't she?"

"I told her nothing except that if you were looking for me, where to find me. I'm pretty sure she knew I was plotting something, but I decided to let her imagination run wild as it would."

Trico chuckled. "Never woulda figured you for the dastardly plot. A Sleep Powder Bomb, though? What did you mix in it to make it work on a Grass-type?"

"Just a little something a friend told me about. Was the only thing I could really do, since I didn't want anyone else in on this. You'd've found out for sure if there was any sort of gathering going on."

"Of course, I know everything that goes on around here, if something was happening without my knowing it would've been the first thing I'd look into. But okay, haha, you got me...I don't get what the ropes are for, though. I think I was kinda too asleep to run away from you."

"Well, I'd think you'd be able to figure it out. They're there to keep you from getting away after you wake up."

Trico blinked. Of course that was the natural conclusion, but...he couldn't figure out why. "And...why exactly are you trying to keep me from getting away?"

"Well, because I doubt you'd go along so easily with my payback."

"Payback?"

"You've been giving me shit about not having any luck getting with a female Pokémon. It's been tiring as hell, and I'm pretty sure it's also been hampering my confidence for actually connecting with a female...it's hard to focus on being myself when I'm nervous because you're on my mind. So, I figured the best option was to do something about it...and the best thing to do about it is bang a female. And I decided that YOU are going to be my female."

There was a moment of silence, before Trico let out a snorting laugh. "You...are you thick or something? In case you hadn't noticed, I'm not a female. Hell, you've seen my dick before, I know you have. So if you're thinking you're going to get with a female this way, bud, I have some bad news for you."

Geddon's grin didn't falter for a moment as he knelt in front of Trico. "Oh, I know...let's just say, I don't think that's going to be much of an issue."

The way he said that left Trico suddenly unnerved, as did the claws next to his groin. "H-hey, wait a sec...you're not gonna...I kinda need that..."

"Please, what do you take me for? I wouldn't do THAT to anyone. No, you need a lesson, not a mutilation. But I'm guessing that THIS will be much more your taste..." The heat rose in Geddon's claws, lighting them aflame, and he rubbed them against Trico's slit. The Grovyle gasped aloud - he was SUPER sensitive to flames and on a spot that was already incredibly sensitive he felt it hit hard. And it was INCREDIBLE...he'd played around a few times with Fire-types, but none had ever worked him over there. Naturally, it took no time at all for him to grow hard, and his cock to jut up in the open air, leaking down its sweet-smelling pre onto the flaming fingers that wrapped around it tight and hot. "Heh...you do seem to enjoy that..."

"Gnaaahhh..." Words had suddenly become hard to form for Trico, whose jaw was hanging wide open. Oh, that fiery claw felt so good...he was panting hard and fast, jerking and bucking a bit into the burning handjob. The sensations were so powerful, he wasn't adjusting to them at all, there was no way he could, he was just so sensitive, his cock had always been especially vulnerable to heat and he'd a couple of times done some risky things to feel that wondrous pleasure, but it never got even close to this. He was so lost in it that he almost didn't notice the other source of incredible heat pressing against his tailhole...but he certainly noticed when it was suddenly thrust in, stretching him wide and filling him with another blazing heat. "Gyaaah! Haaaah..."

"Mmm, I do like hearing those sounds," cackled Geddon. Trico may have been irritating, but already the Charmeleon could tell that his tailhole was going to be a real treat, the way it clenched around him and stimulated him so wonderfully. He was only about halfway in, wanting to savor a moment that he knew was coming. "But I bet I can make them louder...just by doing THIS." He bucked in again, driving himself in to the hilt as he stroked the Grovyle's dick with his hand, the tip of his cock bumping directly into a spot he'd heard about quite a lot, but never gotten the chance to see its effects first-hand...a sensitive spot Grovyles had that was exceptionally responsive to heat, and positioned just perfectly for the average Charmeleon dick to thump into on a hilting thrust.

And did it ever incite a response. Trico cried out breathlessly in bliss, his cock instantly spurting thick, sticky seed into the air, most of it splattering down onto his body. Some of it got caught on Geddon's fiery claws, and he rubbed it on Trico's dick, making it feel even hotter. All Trico could do was take it, squirm into it, but it wasn't like he desired anything else at this point...this was already unbelievable, he'd had some damn good sex partners before but this was on a whole new level. Geddon's experience certainly had a benefit.

And before he could recover a semblance of himself, Geddon was thrusting, HARD. Hammering in, his cock slamming into both Trico's prostate and his hot spot, sending wild bursts of pleasure through the Grovyle at a constant rate, absolutely relentless and endless. And all the time that blazing fist never left his cock, continually pumping a burning sensation through that cylinder of flesh that refused to stop sending cavalcades of euphoria through him. His cries were continuing hard and fast and high-pitched, unable to stop...just like his orgasm, he was continually shooting, every time he thought it might ebb something Geddon did brought it right back to full force. He didn't even know such a sustained orgasm like this was possible...

Geddon knew, though. He knew exactly what he was doing...and seeing it work as well as it did was almost as satisfying as the raw pleasure of fucking the Grass-type. Trico jerking around his cock was in itself a heavenly thing, his ass tight yet perfectly yielding to his relentless heat, giving him almost no resistance as he pounded away. The scent was delicious, sweet mingling with his own spiciness and ramping up his arousal...the amount of cum being roasted with the flames from his hand was making it especially strong. He wasn't going to last terribly long at this rate, but that wasn't a problem for him...he had other plans, and he'd have more than enough in the tank to execute them.

But he still had to finish it properly...he could have held back longer, but he knew Trico was probably reaching a limit himself, so he didn't bother, pounding in with his last few thrusts and then slamming home, the tip of his cock pressed against that hot spot just as his own seed began to shoot out of him, directly splattering his even hotter cum right against it.

And boy, did Trico ever squeal at that, as the pleasure trebled briefly, making his exhausted balls start to churn out another revived round of seed. The Grovyle was shaking hard, his body overwrought from the constant peak of pleasure, an orgasm that had gone on several minutes now, far longer than he ever would have believed, and now it was at its most ferocious, as he was being filled and overstimulated at the same time. He half-thought, though the wild haze of pleasure, that there had to be a brand on his cock now, from the constant searing flames on it, and he almost wouldn't have cared, pleasure like this would so have been worth being marked by the Charmeleon in that way...his balls were aching so badly, he almost thought he was going to cum them out the way they were tensed up from the constant shooting.

By the time it finally, mercifully finished, he'd gone totally dry, at least as far as what he was able to produce...the rest of him was plenty wet with his own seed. A sticky, quivering, panting mess, worn out beyond anything he'd ever been after sex before, and he'd loved every second of it. It was almost a shame for Geddon to pull out, leaving a trickle of his seed to drip out out of him, a trail of heat that felt blissful, especially with the new heat in his core.

"Heh heh heh...you really did dig that...never had anyone so responsive to what I did to them," Geddon laughed a bit as he finally let go of Trico's dick. The thankfully unmarred shaft rapidly retreated into the Grovyle's swollen slit, probably just as exhausted as his balls were at that point.

"Mmm...y-yeah..." Anything coming from Trico was little more than a mumble. "Heh...s-still...n-not...female, though..."

"Well, that certainly wasn't. But...I think I've got the thing right here."

"Huh?" The confusion was dispelled rather quickly, Trico's eyes widening as he saw Geddon's still-solid shaft rise upwards, pointing right towards his slit. "W-wait...h-hang on, that, that's not-"

What it wasn't, he was never able to say, as the moment Geddon drove himself partway into that slit Trico let out an ear-splitting squeal that shook the trees and sent several Pokémon scampering. Whatever he'd felt from the previous round of sex was immediately dwarfed - his ass was heat-sensitive, his cock was heat-sensitive, but his slit was about fifty times MORE sensitive than even the hot spot Geddon had ruthlessly mauled. And the unceremonious intrusion of something so hot and thick into a slit meant for something significantly smaller had Trico immediately seeing white.

Geddon's hiss was underneath, barely heard by anyone but him as he reveled in the tightness and clamping grip of that slit around his cock. Okay, it wasn't TECHNICALLY a pussy, he knew that as well as anyone, but it was the closest he was going to get on Trico, and he wasn't about to complain. It was significantly wetter than his ass was, at the very least, which had to be closer to the real thing than anything he'd had before. And with the Grovyle's cock so totally drained and overworked to the point of exhaustion, there wasn't anything blocking him from going in as he wished. He was already pounding in to a fair depth, spearing Trico without a hint of reservation.

Just a few thrusts had turned Trico into an incoherent mess of pleasure. His voice was in a constant wracking cry, back and forth with each hyper-fast breath...it seemed like he got higher-pitched with every thrust Geddon made into his slit, in fact almost sounding more feminized by the second, whether intended to be or not. His body was jerking on reflex, thrashing to try to remove itself from its bonds, to what end he couldn't have fathomed...but the vines were holding fast, and the only thing the motions accomplished were pushing INTO the devastating thrusts, forcing him onto the cock that was putting him through a mind-melting experience. He was in a level of pleasure he'd never known, like the previous orgasm yet different, it was like his cock and balls weren't even a part of it, he didn't feel it from them, but from everywhere else, and especially his abused slit...and with the power of the sensations came a similar level of immense power from his climax, pummeling him like a dozen Fighting-types had let loose Z-moves on him, except every one felt fucking AMAZING.

Geddon wasn't quite on the same plane of total meltdown, but he was having the fuck of his life too. Something about the slit felt very different, and the way it hugged and massaged his cock was enormously satisfying...maybe a hole meant to house a cock was just that good at it. His own breaths were getting quite heavy, not going near as fast as the almost-vibrating Grovyle but still betraying his own edge. He'd wanted this to last longer, but it felt too good, he wasn't able to hold back nearly as well as planned...well, if he was about to go off, he was gonna go with a bang.

A jet of flame shot from his mouth, roasting the vines holding Trico's arms. His toe claws slashed the ones holding Trico's legs. Before the grass lizard could squirt out with his movements, Geddon latched onto him and twisted him flat on his back on the ground. One arm slammed down on Trico's shoulder while the other wrapped around his back, and with a deep, aggressive growl, he rammed down, hilting himself for the first time in that slit.

Trico went rigid, seizing up before the pleasure broke through live an avalanche. His mind went totally blank, only a vehicle for the uncontainable pleasure that ravaged him as Geddon slammed away, claiming his slit for himself. His body was arched in offering, legs spreading involuntarily to give himself up to Geddon, tongue lolled out of his open mouth, squeaking cries occasionally escaping from him. He'd been completely zonked, mind blowing a fuse from the stampede of bliss.

Finally, Geddon broke out his own loud cry as he thumped in and came. Volcanic seed gushed out into the Grovyle's pillaged slit, squirting out around his cock in gluts as the meager space was rapidly filled. It was a terrific mess, goopy fluids coating their crotches and spreading against their bodies...Geddon didn't mind at all, he was reveling in his climax and the rush of his seed flooding the passage around him was only making it better. Not to mention how tight a hold Trico had on him, like despite his whacked-out state, he was almost begging to have that burning seed lay waste to him. And he was all too happy to oblige.

Eventually his load tapered off, and he pulled himself out, letting the last few shots flood into Trico's slit, pooling inside and ensuring a potent heat was going to linger for quite some time. Geddon shifted onto his knees to the side, looking down at the Grovyle in satisfaction. Trico was completely KOed, his breathing had calmed a bit in his unconscious state, but there was an expression of zoned euphoria on his face that told Geddon all he needed to know about how he'd felt about the experience. With a rather silly grin on his own face, he dragged Trico over to the tree he'd been tied up against and sat next to him, letting the glow of relaxation wash over him as he waited for Trico to rouse.

---

It was quite some time before Trico came back to his senses. There were obvious sunset tones in the sky as his eyes fluttered, blinking back into sensibility. He was still worn out beyond belief...even the thought of sitting up was tiring, much less actually doing it. His memory of the fuck had gotten hazy after the hilting, but there was no doubt it had stuck with him...he could feel a stretch in his slit that he knew he could never forget, even if it returned to normal soon, and the stinging heat of Geddon's cum that was still in his slit was still a stark stimulation, one that wasn't going away soon as he'd mostly closed up, trapping a bunch of semi-dried cum still in there. And he was in no hurry to get it out.

He tilted his head over to Geddon; the Charmeleon had mostly recovered himself, after the rather long wait. He grinned down at Trico, showing a confidence that had been missing for a while. "So...I'd ask if you enjoyed that, but that might be too weak a word."

"...Way. WAY. Too weak. I...I don't know if there IS a right word."

"Heh, not when it puts you out like that. I can't say I expected it to hit that hard, but I like that it did."

"Me...either. Never...never would have thought...I could be fucked silly like that."

Geddon snickered. "So, any doubts left about my sexual prowess?"

"Nuh. Not in the slightest. You win...you're definitely the superior male. I dunno how you haven't had a female with a...performance like that. Totally their loss. But...if you...ever need a female, I'll be your female, any time."

"Hah. I'll probably take you up on that even if my luck comes around. Seeing you go nuts like that was a treat, made it all the better." Geddon stood up, and gently scooped Trico up in his arms. "I suppose we'd best get you back...something tells me you're gonna have wobbly legs for a while."

"Hee, that and more..." Trico was flushing a bit as he was carried away be Geddon. Something told him he was going to be the one teased after this...but he wasn't sure he cared all that much. Not if it led to more days like this one.