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The Pignite charged at his foe with everything he had, charging headlong. But from so far away, his opponent saw it coming a mile away. With a cocky grin on his face the Pancham easily dodged the charge but took it a step further by splaying his foot out. The fire-type tripped and fell harshly to the ground. At the speed he was going, the Pignite's body was dragged against the blades of grass via his own force. He pounded his fist to the ground and quickly got up.

"That all you got!" the Pignite huffed.

"I was about to ask you that..." the Pancham said as he looked at the now scuffed fire-type up and down.

The hot headed pokemon blew smoke from his nostrils. Stomping his foot to the ground, the Pignite focused himself and brought forth a flame that spread grew larger and stronger, engulfing his body. He clung to that flame and shrouded his body in it before running at the Pancham once again.

Flame Charge... the black and white 'mon thought to himself as Pignite came closer and closer. I can dodge for now but that move makes him faster. If he uses it a few more times... Now sticking his foot out wasn't a good idea considering the flames that surrounded the approaching fire pig.

With no choice, Pancham jumped back and used a move of his own. He tapped into the move Rock Tomb. He punched his fist to the ground, forcing rocks to jet towards the charging Pignite. The incoming pokemon slipped back past the first two rocks but the third one managed to hit him. There was a cloud of dust as the rock hit the flaming 'mon. Pancham smirked but that was soon wiped off his face as a flaming Pignite raced right out of the cloud. Unable to react quickly enough, the panda pokemon was it with the full force of the move.

The pure fighting-type was launched a few feet back, landing rather harshly on the ground that he had cracked. He stood up and sniffed, reprimanding himself for underestimating his foe. Sure enough, the Pignite was faster, fast enough to catch him off guard like that. For a moment neither pokemon moved, they simply stared at each other.

A flock of Fletchling flew above. The noise triggered them both at the same time. Pancham felt power surge in his fist, ready to deliver a Sky Uppercut. He ran at the Pignite, sure that he had the upper hand once again. The fire-type ran at him as well with a smile on his face. As the two drew closer, Pancham jumped in the air and dived at his opponent. His fist careened towards the fire pig. But the Pignite's fist was even faster, not because of his speed boost but because of the specific move he had in his repertoire: Sucker Punch.

Even if the hit wasn't very effective, it certainly caught the fighting-type by surprise. The punch nailed him in the cheek and made him lose his focus. The panda pokemon fell to the ground with a thud. Seeing his chance, Pignite used Brick Break, slamming his arm downwards. In a last-ditch effort, Pancham used Crunch. His teeth grew longer and harder than usual. Rather than using it for offense, the Pancham used the move to catch the incoming arm.

Pignite gasped as his arm was stopped in its track, held firmly in the other pokemon's jaws. The fire/fighting-type pokemon huffed and attempted to shake his opponent off of him but the panda pokemon held firm.

"Will you let go?!" Pignite growled, trying his hardest but to no avail. When the Pancham shook his head, the fire/fighting-type resorted to his final move, something surefire to win the battle. Pancham sensed this and used his own true last resort.

Both pokemon focused their wills and used the power of their trump cards: Zen Headbutt! At the same time the two pokemon crashed their heads against each other. They both cried out in pain. Being both fighting-types Zen Headbutt was an effective move on either one of them. In his pain, Pancham released the Pignite and fell to the ground. The both of them groaned and lied on the grass for a while.

Finally Pignite got up and sighed. "Alright, you got me beat, Pancham..."

"What? No way, I think you beat me this time.." the panda pokemon admitted, sitting up.

"Hmmm... This is the closest match we've ever had... Wanna call it a draw?" Pignite offered, extending his hand out to Pancham's.

"Deal..."

A small fire was started by the Pignite that sat beside the Pancham. Night had fallen upon both of them. The light from the campfire was just enough to protect the fighting-types from the looming shadows. They were still the process of recovering from their previous fight. Having put things behind the both of them, they instead used their skills to help each other. While Pignite gathered the stones and branches needed to make a proper campfire, Pancham was nearby scouring the trees and bushed for any berries they could eat. Having both procured fruits from their labors, the two pokemon were soon sitting side by side, eating the berries and keeping warm from the lack of sun.

"These are good," Pignite mumbled as he crunched into another one of the thick fruits.

"I can tell," Pancham chuffed, looking down at the many cores that surrounded the Fire Pig. Despite them all, the orange fire-type continued to eat while Pancham was rather full after just 3 berries. Listening to the messy sounds of his friend/rival's sloppy eating. He figured that was what made the dual-type so strong. But then again all that food had to go somewhere, resulting in the Fire Pig having a doughy look to him. But despite how goofy he acted and the pudginess underneath his fur, Pignite was plenty strong, proving that to the Panda Pokemon time and time again.

"Hey, I gotta eat a lot if I wanna be the strongest Emboar there ever was," Pignite chuckled, crunching into yet another berry. A line of juice ran down the corner of his mouth, quickly licked up by his tongue. "And what about you? You wanna be a big, strong Pangoro, right?"

"I can do that without eating my weight..." Pancham huffed.

"Oh yeah," Pignite chuckled. "You need to lay with some dark type to evolve, right?"

"Pfft... Whatever..." Pancham sighed, looking away at the flames created by the fire/fighting-type.

The other male laughed and finally finished eating. Tossing the last core to the ground, Pignite sighed and leaned back until he laid back on the soft grass. Patting his full belly, the Fire Pig was prepared to settle down for the night and get some sleep. He managed to close his eyes before there was sudden weight pressed down on him. Opening them, Pignite was met with his friend resting on top of him.

"What are you doing?" Pignite asked, narrowing his eyes.

"Trying to fuck," Pancham shrugged. "You in?"

"Ugh, fine..." the Fire Pig snorted. His eyes went wide as the other pokemon wedged his way underneath his arm. "...You always do this. What do you get out of this?"

"Shut up," Pancham mumbled against the pit. "You wouldn't understand..."

"We just spent the whole day fighting. What do you think it's gonna smell like?" Pignite asked.

"Exactly," Pancham simply said before taking in a deep huff. A small hum of content came from the usually stoic fighting-type. Pignite rolled his eyes and reached his arm down to wrap his paw around his tip-peaking sheath. He figured that he might as well get his own form of pleasure while the other 'mon was going at it. More and more of his length came into view, with the blunt tips of his claws, Pignite teased and brushed against the underside, making small snorts through his nose from the small pleasures.

Pancham removed himself from the musky crevice. His eyes wandered to the flesh between the other guy's legs. The Panda Pokemon shifted himself around, crawling on top of the other fighting-type. Getting into the '69' position, Pancham took hold of the equally musky length, pressing his nose against it. More bouts of quick sniffs came about as the panda-like monster indulged himself. Even though he was on the receiving end, Pignite rolled his eyes and huffed. He couldn't even jack off without his friend getting the way. The pig-like creature wondered why the little guy didn't just sniff his own pits.

Having gotten his fill and sensing his friend's annoyance, Pancham opened his mouth and slipped the tapered end of the fire-type's rod inside. The slight squeal and sigh that came forth told the black and white monster that all matters would soon be resolved; he got what he wanted, and now it was time to repay that favor. He started off with some simple suckling, swirling his tongue against the pointed tip. Closing his eyes, Pancham made some deep noises as he took in a few more inches. Against his tongue was the warm, smooth maleness. He could still pick up hints of the musk from their fight. Slowly, the panda pokemon lowered his head, as far as he could go before dragging it back up.

"Jeeezzz. Can't you ever take it slow?" Pignite grunted despite the pleasure that coursed through him.

Pancham was nice enough to pop the length out of his mouth and answer his friend's question, "No." With that he gripped the base and slapped the tip against his tongue. He very much preferred the sounds of moans than pointless questions. In the spirit of that, Pancham dragged his tongue against the tip, long and slow, before slipping it back inside of his mouth. Carefully, he bobbed his head up and down his friend's meat, making more deep sounds.

"Nnngh... At least your...uuumph... g-good at it," Pignite huffed. Though he was happy to be sucked off, he felt a bit bad to be the only one having fun. He pulled Pancham's waist towards him just a bit. The sucking creature murred in confusion but as soon as he felt a pair of lips against his own tip he understood. The panda pokemon drew his hips back and thrust downwards. A surprised grunt came from him as he was met with something very warm and wet. Now, Pancham was both sucking and humping into his friend's mouth...at least that's what he thought.

On the opposite end, Pignite lied there in complete shock as his mouth was missed. Instead his friend's tip was jammed into the nostril of his snout. And before he could voice the mistake, Pancham was already bucking into his nose. Every movement left him paralyzed, even unable to speak.

Pancham was in complete bliss. Getting into the acts, drool had coated Pignite's maleness from tip to base. Pancham picked up the speed of his bobbing, slightly gagging himself on the pointed end. What made it so unique was the feeling on his own length. It was hot, soft, and plenty slick so he picked up his own pace. The icing on the cake for the usually quiet pokemon was the lack of his friend's snorting. Whenever Pignite sucked him off he would breath extra hard through his nose, making an annoying bout of snorts.

So soft and wet... Has he been practicing? Pancham shoved himself in deeper, his breath catching in his throat upon his rod being clenched down upon. Was Pignite always this tight inside? Have I not been paying attention?

Humping even harder, Pancham could feel his climax approaching, the fastest it ever had. Whatever Pignite was doing, the panda pokemon couldn't hold back. Around his friend's girth he grunted and shuddered as he came. On the receiving end, Pignite groaned as his nose was flooded with hot, sticky seed. It gushed to the back of his snout and down his throat, with no other choice, the fire-type swallowed the substance down, having to endure the discomfort and slight burning sensation.

Having to see what was the cause for such pleasure, Pancham popped the wet rod from his mouth. Looking back, the panda pokemon was met with quite the sight. Lying on the grass, taking heavy breaths against the cum that clogged his nose, Pignite lied there, dazed.

"Oh..." Pancham winced. "That actually explains a lot." He stepped off of his friend and helped him up. Pignite finally snorted as the fluids in his snout shifted, leaving out in small drips.

"Ghh... Hope you had thun..." Pignite sniffed, wiping his nose. "I can darthdy beeth..."

"If it's any consolation; I did have fun," Pancham pointed out. Pignite frowned and pushed his friend to the ground, dropping his body weight down on the other male. While Pancham was on the grass, dazed and confused, Pignite lifted his legs and loomed over him. When Pancham finally came to, he groaned as own cum dripped onto him from the fire-type's leaking nose.

Pignite pressed his spit-covered tip against his friend's tailhole. Pancham's eyes went wide but before he could get a word in, the fire pig pokemon had already shoved himself inside. Grunting and hissing, Pancham had no choice but brace himself against the quick stretching his rim had to suddenly do. Grunting, Pignite shoved himself fully inside, enjoying the tightness that hugged at him. Pulling back only increased that feeling. The spit that coated his length was more than enough for him to get going. Rocking himself back and forth, Pignite slipped his inches in and out of his friend. He didn't bother talking, the cum stuffing his nose made it a sound funny anyways. That frustration was what fueled him to start out so rough with the other fighting-type.

Pancham wanted to tell his friend to ease up but he also felt he owed the fire pig for literally cumming down his friend's snout. Latching onto his pride, the black and white 'mon gripped the grass underneath him, trying to hold firm against the steady pumps that threatened to push him back and forth. Gritting his teeth, the panda pokemon took deep breaths through them, trying his best to make his lower half relax. But it was easier said than done when another sharp jab was delivered to his guts.

Mmmm.... So tight and soft... Pignite thought to himself, trying to ignore the stuffiness of his snout and the burning in the back of his throat. He huffed and picked up his pace, slamming his pelvis against his friend's backside. The surges of pleasure worked to ease his current suffering. He looked down to see his friend doing his best to bear the brunt of his own humping. For a moment, the fire/fighting-type felt bad but the burning came about again in the back of his throat. Wincing, Pignite snorted, flinging strings of seed from his clogged nostrils.

This is the last time we do sixty-nine... Hmmm... Maybe we can do it one more time... But I'm on top next time! Another deep huff came from the boar, as he pulled Pancham close. He put the rest of his force into his hips, grinding his pelvis against his friend's stretched rim. Now properly perched, Pignite bounced his hips up and down, his rod following suit. Sharp slaps and sloppy slchorps sounded out between the pair of males' legs. They were steady at first but they soon became even faster and faster still.

"Auughhh... Now I remember why he do sixty-nine..." Pancham strained against the pummeling his backside was taking over and over again. But he told himself that he was a strong fighting-type. He could take it, no matter how hard and strong the other male was, he could take it. He could and he would... But it certainly wasn't easy. The panda pokemon huffed and squirmed against his prostate being bashed recklessly. While he was struggling to even stay in one piece, Pignite had finally melted under the pleasure. The cum's sticky hold was shaken out thanks to all the motions and the burning had eased...

Able to breath once again, easy and clearly, Pignite finally moaned out, raising his head as the pleasure skyrocketed through his body. All the pain and discomfort was replaced by raw bliss, filling the fire/fighting-type with it from head to toe.

"I forgot...mmm...forgot how good you feel..." Pignite murred, thumping himself and out as hard as he could. He saw the pained looks his usually stone-faced friend was giving him. Once again, the fire-type felt bad. "Hehe... I'll make it up to you... I'll...mmrrph...h-help you find a cute dark-type... I'll help you...evolve!"

With those final words, Pignite buried himself in deep. Just in time, spurts of thick, hot cum soon filled the gaps within Pancham's depths. The fire-type's seed was warmer than most, making the panda pokemon wince against the flashes of heat that scoured through his body. But once again, Pancham told himself that he was a tough fighting-type. And if Pignite's words were to be believed, then there was a chance that he would evolve soon. He would be a Pangoro... A big, strong fighting-type... Those thoughts gave him comfort and the strength to endure the hot cum that dripped out of him. The moment Pignite pulled out, rivets of seed pooled onto the grass underneath him.

Panting heavily, Pignite fell on top of his friend. The fight earlier and the rigorous pumping of his hips left the fire pig completely out of any kind of energy. He all but passed out on top of his fellow fighting-type. Pancham huffed but was unable to do anything under the weight of his friend. Giving into defeat, the panda pokemon pulled the other male close, taking small sniffs of his newly ignited musk as he closed his own eyes.