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Charizard's Heat

Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

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The Charizard squirmed, panting heavily, licks of hot, flaming breath pulling at the back of his maw. Sitting back on a cool rock beside the spring was not enough to soothe the fire of his lusts, however, the fire-type Pokemon hanging his jaws open, fangs on show, to dispel heat.

Whyever though was he so randy? There was something there, a scent in the air that his orange skin twitching, pulling and aching as if he could seek it out right then and there. And yet he could not, the mating season of Charizard type Pokemon over, lingering in the waterways, the flow of air in the upper levels of the thermals carrying it back to him. But there were no longer any females left to breed, leaving him sitting back, panting heavily, his hard cock rigid and throbbing.

The sun shone down and yet Sunny Day was not in effect as it warmed his skin, the massive lizard shifting and twisting back and forth, even though that was not going to relieve his need. His hard cock stood up tall and proud in such a way that could not be missed, the pale pink flesh stark against the softer yellow of his belly. Pre-cum trickled down the turgid length as he grunted and groaned, stroking it lightly with a clawed hand, though there was only one thing, for a time, that would relieve his need.

It didn't matter who was around, not to the Charizard, following the strokes of need alone, hand grasping his shaft, as much as his finger-like claws would curl around. He had to do it, had to do something, skin burning up from the inside out, though he was well-used to the feel of a natural fire deep inside him. It rose with Flamethrower, day and day out, desire warming him through even when he did not need it to.

Oh, but nothing was like the hardness of his cock while the scent of a female Charizard pulled at his senses, trying to draw him in when there was no one for him to chase down. That was why he had to take care of it all himself, to look after himself, grunting and heaving, his sides shuddering where his lungs worked overtime.

It was still good though, the feel of his own hand on his cock carrying him up and away to another place, even though he was very surely on the ground beside the spring. It bubbled up as if it had always been there, though that particular Charizard was sure that a Wartortle had started it many years ago, back when he had been only a Charmander. He had not known much of the way of the world back then.

But he knew of the lust and the passion of taking a female Charizard in heat after facing her down in a breeding battle, sparring and battle, teeth gnashing, claws flashing. The burning fire from deep within being sent forth was all par from the course, though it was very hard to burn any Charizard to a point that they felt it, clicking his teeth together as fire licked around them.

The last female he'd bred... Oh, she'd been divine, locking her claws with his in flight and spiralling down in a freefall, their wings outstretched only enough to slow their pace. It was not a true freefall but, alas, they had not gained enough height to truly stretch into that, though the fact that his cock was plunging into her at that very moment more than made up for it. He'd crooned to her, spoken of his passion for her, though she had not heard it, words whipped away by the wind.

Love? Not in breeding, not in mating, though maybe one day he'd take a mate for life. With the memory of her locked firmly in his mind, he moaned out loud, a passing Pidgeotto throwing him a strange, sidelong look, but they did not hang around for long enough to see just what the strange Charizard was up to.

His cock demanded attention, throbbing up thick and full, strained as if it was bursting out of its own skin and flesh at that very moment. Yet he could not stop, would not stop, hand working faster and faster, teasing his length. Pre-cum trickled slickly down, bubbling forth, though his moans could not be swallowed up in the babbling of the brook, not as he twisted his head back and forth, sitting up a little straighter only to allow his tail to slap down against the ground.

It left a mark, scuffing the ground, panting heavily, hot breath swirling around his teeth. But the moment was not his to hold back as he cried out his lust, head thrown back, his internally held testis aching and churning, betraying the beast to come. For the real beast there was not the Charizard himself but the lure of his orgasm, the throbbing, the pulsing, the knowing in that moment and more that followed it that there was something more to come.

He howled, blasting out a jet of flame that did nothing to swallow up his lust, the passion rising. He held the image of the female Charizard firmly in his mind as he jetted off load after load of cum, spurts of seed pouring forth. There was nowhere for them to go but he still wanted to see it plunged into the sex of another Charizard - or even another Pokemon, simply to share that moment of pleasure.

He could have it again, but not right then. It would come but that moment was only for him and he had nothing to worry about, licking his lips, panting heavily, his stomach rounding out as he sank his weight into it a little more. His claws dug into the ground a little more firmly where they did not rest on the rock, but did nothing to stabilise him as his head swam, grunting out loud, cum dribbling down his length where the spurts had not gained much distance. Some painted his belly but that was hardly his concern as orgasm simmered down and with a lazy, sleepy yawn, he scratched his belly.

Next season, he would mate. And maybe he would even return home with a partner to share his mountain nest.

A Charizard's heat, after all, was not solely the domain of the females...