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Zeder was irritable as hell lately. And he had no idea why.

For a Charmander, he was usually pretty even-tempered. True, he could have his moments - the Fire-type reputation for being hot-headed wasn't entirely off base - but he was more controlled than most of his kind. He got along with the other Pokémon in the area more or less, at least the ones who generally got along with everyone else. By and large, he was sociable and liked well enough, to the point where it would be out of character for him to be in a foul mood for an extended period of time.

But that was what was happening now. He was starting in on his third week of continual snippiness - it seemed like everything annoyed him, even if it normally would have inspired no response in him or even made him happy. His favorite foods, his favorite pastimes, his favorite songs, all of them just grated on him like never before. He couldn't talk to anyone without eventually sniping at them, whether they'd done anything to deserve it or not. It didn't matter what it was, who it was, anything at all - it pissed him off.

And compounding that was that Zeder had no idea WHY this was happening. It had started mild and rapidly built up, and nothing he did seemed to alleviate it. It had never happened before, and there was nothing he could find that was specifically triggering it. All he knew was that he felt it physically and mentally - in his body, a tightness and heat within him that felt abnormal, crawling through his body, especially around his gut, and in his mind, an incessant frustration that was made worse by his naturally sparky temperament.

Today was no better, and thus his mood was no better. As he stomped across the grass, other Pokémon could see him and instantly became nervous. "Uh, hey, Zeder...uh, not...feeling any better today?" asked Brindi, a Kirlia.

"NO." It was a sharp, hostile response - excessive, even Zeder knew that, but he couldn't rein it in like this.

"Is there anything we can do to help?" asked Jurian, a Quilladin and usually one of Zeder's closest buddies.

"No. Just leave me alone!" Zeder didn't even look at him directly as he stormed past. He could hear them whispering worriedly...in better times he would be able to appreciate it, but it rankled him now, just like everything else. Until he figured out what was going on, this was going to continue...he was half tempted to leave entirely, just to not be a pain to them anymore, but he doubted he'd be any happier anywhere else.

Once again, he was utterly directionless on his warpath. It wasn't like his anger was directed AT anyone, it was just this fire that wouldn't go out and whoever was close by enough risked getting caught up in it. He knew some of them were staring at him, and that just made it worse - every little thing was driving him crazy, especially if it wasn't in his control. Further he went, off into the woods a bit, looking for a good target to vent on, some big rock or something - a tree was his first thought but he doubted setting the whole forest on fire would make him feel any better. He'd been trying to do this for a few days now, wondering if just venting would make it go away; so far, it hadn't really been working, but he couldn't think of anything else.

Today, though, things didn't go quite the same way. As he was making his march towards who knew where, another Pokémon walked out in front of him, causing him to run into a furry body. He stumbled backwards and leveled a glare at the interloper. "Hey! Watch where the fuck you're going!"

The edge to his voice would have sent quite a few away in a hurry. The Quilava standing in front of him, though, was not so easily cowed. "I could say the same about you, firebutt. What's got your tail in a twist?"

Irritation burned in Zeder. The Quilava's name was Reif, and he was among the few Pokémon that the Charmander didn't really get along with. Part of it was envy, to be sure - Reif was smooth, had confidence, was adored by many, and had a positive reputation for various things. The flip side of that was that he had a cocky air about him, and the way he talked sure made it seem like he was talking down to people sometimes when they weren't as good as him. Zeder had never liked being made to feel inferior, even if in many respects he was...usually he avoided Reif, but this time that wasn't about to happen, his temper wasn't letting this go.

"You! You and your asshole attitude! You act all high and mighty, you're not all that! Just a big hot-headed goon who thinks the sun shines out his asshole!"

"Well, when I eat spicy food, it sure feels like it," came the smart-ass remark; Reif was not even remotely fazed by him, which irritated Zeder even more. "You need to settle down, little guy, I didn't do anything to you. I don't know what's got you all worked up but it's got nothing to do with me."

"Yeah? Well, maybe I feel like MAKING it have something to do with you!"

Now Reif turned towards Zeder, grinning down at him with that maddening cocky grin of his. "Oh? Are you challenging me?"

"I'm not challenging you, I'm gonna put you on the ground!" Zeder didn't even give Reif the chance to accept or decline - he ran at the Quilava, ready to unload everything he had.

This was about as far from normal as Zeder got. He wasn't a fighter by nature - he battled a bit for stress relief, like just about any normal Pokémon did, but he didn't push himself at it and those were all for amusement rather than serious scraps. In general, he didn't like actual fighting, it was stressful and unpleasant and he would have much rather just done something relaxing and pleasant. So while he was a trim, fit Charmander, he was not a powerhouse and definitely not a seasoned pro.

Reif...was. The Quilava was renowned for his battle prowess, and had a reputation for being able to take down opponents who were much bigger than he was, or who had advantages that should have made a fight much less manageable. Even through his furry coat, his body had a good bit of muscle definition, and with that plus the extra foot of height he had on Zeder, there wasn't a realistic chance in hell that the Charmander could come out on top. But Zeder wasn't thinking about that - he was only thinking about how much he wanted to wipe the smirk off of Reif's muzzle.

He was not even coming close. His initial charge was stonewalled by a powerful arm, and then he was sent facefirst into the ground as Reif sidestepped him and flung him in the direction he'd been pushing. He was back on his feet quickly and swiping at Reif's chest and shooting fire at him, trying to land some blows and get the advantage. But Reif was keeping him at arm's length, and he wasn't really reaching with his claws...they weren't really getting through Reif's hide anyway. And of course, the fire didn't do all that much, since they were both Fire-types.

Reif toyed with him for a while, pushing him away and then letting him try to attack again, not really suffering anything from it - even when Zeder's slashes connected they barely had any effect. Most of his initial response was just to toss the Charmander around and laugh a bit, treating it more or less like a fun game in order to rile Zeder further. The lizard was getting his muzzle driven into the dirt over and over, but the message didn't seem to be sinking in - if anything, he was getting even hotter, because Reif hadn't even bothered to actually strike him.

After a couple minutes of this, Zeder pulled himself off the grass, belly scales stained with green from repeated slides along the ground, and turned with blazing eyes to Reif. "YOU FUCK! Stop making fun of me and FUCKING FIGHT ME!"

Reif scoffed a bit as Zeder ran at him again. "All right, if you say so..." The yell brought pretty instant karma to the Charmander - as he neared Reif, the Quilava suddenly ducked down and swung a fist into his gut, making him spew out a glut of flame as pain shot through him. The second blow was a solid thump on the top of the head, disorienting him and leaving him helpless for the third, a swift kick that cracked under his jaw lifting him up and flipping him over, making him do a full revolution before landing on his back. Over in a flash, a testament to how outclassed Zeder had really been and how easy Reif had been going on him.

Zeder laid there, panting hard, trying to get the pain to fade and his lungs to fill again. Thankfully his natural resilience meant those rough blows didn't do any serious damage, but he was definitely still feeling it...before he could collect himself, though, the little breath he had regained was driven out of him as Reif sat roughly on his chest, snickering. "You might wanna watch who you yap at next time, little lizard. I coulda really hurt you if I wanted to, and someone else might not be so nice to you."

"Ngh..." Zeder didn't quite have his breath back yet, and that weight on his chest wasn't helping much. He gave a feeble push to try to move the Quilava off of him, which was useless.

"Still, I oughta have some fun with you before I let you go off licking your wounds," Reif continued. "Might help you learn not to be so spicy, save you from getting into trouble later on. Or make you less angry towards me, at least...oh, I think I've got an idea."

Reif started scootching backwards a bit, his rear getting up further on Zeder's chest, making him squirm around a bit. "Agh. Hey! Gedoff!"

"Oh, don't worry, that's just what I plan on doing. Let's see what kind of prize you're packing." Zeder's squirming intensified as he felt furry digits poking around his slit. That wasn't something he'd ever felt before, except for his own claws, and those didn't feel nearly the same as this, these tickled and felt weirdly good...but he still didn't want that happening, and was doing everything he could to try to get away from it, which wasn't much.

"Huh...thought I'd get something a bit meatier by now..." Reif sounded genuinely confused or concerned, and was digging in deeper trying to find his prize. "Awfully deep down to find nothing...wait...oho! Hang on, is this real? There's nothing in there, is there? Hah, we've got a spicy little slitboy here!"

"Sh-shut up!" Zeder's face burned dark. Why did it have to be Reif to find out about his dickless status? He knew it was unusual, that normal males were equipped with something quite different, he didn't know why he was born that way but he'd learned to live with it. Still, it was a large part of the reason why he'd never fooled around with anyone else, he didn't know how they'd react to it - heck, he knew he would find it weird on someone else, why wouldn't they find it weird on him? And if he got a reputation and it was a bad one...it was too late to hide it now, though, Reif had sussed him out.

Suddenly he found Reif pushing back further, almost trying to sit on his snout...no, he WAS trying to sit on Zeder's snout, and quite close to succeeding. "Come on, little dude, you lost, so it's time to pony up. Tongue my rear and I'll relieve some of this pressure you're under."

"Gah...fuck you..."

"Hah, you're gonna have a hard time doing that unless you're hiding it somewhere else. Don't forget, you started this, so now ya gotta live with the consequences." One more shift, and there was no more escaping it, that fuzzy butt was parked right on his face. Zeder's chest was now freer, and he could breathe in a bit better, but all that air was soaked with Reif's oily musk, thick and spicy and smoky...he was trying so hard not to like that scent but it was like it was designed to poke all the right spots in his brain. Stupid Quilava, how dare you smell good...

It didn't take long for Zeder to give up - he was thoroughly overpowered and there was no way he was getting out of this without debasing himself to Reif. He opened up and his tongue darted out to lick over that tight pucker that was pressed up against him. The taste of it was very much similar to his scent, frustratingly pleasant and potent. Well, at least if he didn't hate it it wouldn't be as hard to do it...but hell if he wanted Reif to think he was enjoying this! He wasn't at all, never could have enjoyed it in a million years, and he'd make sure the Quilava knew that full well! Just as soon as his tongue was unoccupied again...

And Reif wasn't making things any easier by continuing to toy with his slit. His fingers were pushing in deep and rubbing against his sensitive flesh, and things were getting a bit wet in there. Zeder didn't have any actual seed, but when he was stimulating himself and reaching climax from that, he did let out some thin fluid that helped to lubricate things. Reif was using that very effectively, getting him nice and wet, making his slit get puffy and open up for him. And as much as he hated to admit it, it felt SO damn good. There was something about the thickness and length of Reif's fingers that was more fulfilling than his own stubby claws, and the fuzziness of them tickled his flesh in a way that he couldn't possibly have matched. He was rough, not going gently with anything he was doing, but there was a good chance that was just making it feel better. It wasn't long before he was moaning, against his better judgment - he couldn't help it, this was a level of sexual pleasure he'd never experienced.

"That's right...let it out, show me how much you want it..." Of course Reif had to milk it, that cocky voice telling Zeder that he knew precisely what he was doing to the Charmander, and there was no chance that he could stop what he was doing to try to tell him off. His hands were now gripping Reif's hips as he pushed his tongue deep into the Quilava's rear, savoring that sizzling heat and dazzling flavor. His eyes were lidded as he sucked down that musk-laden air, moaning like a natural whore rather than the utter sexual novice he was. Unconsciously he was spreading his legs, inviting more action from those furry fingers as they worked him up harder.

Just as it felt like he was getting lost in it, though, Reif pulled away and the weight was lifted off of him. Zeder blinked, confused, his brain not quite fully recovered from that experience...by the time he snapped out of it, Reif was over him again, strong paws pinning him to the ground. The Charmander happened to glance down a little bit...and his eyes widened as he saw what was lining up towards his nice, pliable slit. That pointed cock had tiny little barbs on it, a nice thick cylinder of flesh that looked like it dwarfed his slit, and a bulge at the base that looked like it was just starting to grow. "Wha...hey! N-no one told you you could do that!"

"Oh, really...you gonna really try to tell me you weren't totally begging me to fuck you hard just now?" Reif laughed a bit. "I knew what you wanted from the start, you didn't exactly make it a whole big secret. Don't worry, I'm gonna make sure you get a nice, proper powerfucking, leave you a nice satisfied mess with my scent soaking into you, make sure everyone knows whose bitch you are."

That was totally out of bounds! Zeder wasn't thinking of sex at all, it was the last thing he'd ever wanted to do with Reif! That asshole Quilava wasn't that sexy anyway! He most certainly wasn't asking for it and wasn't wanting it, and it would be a lot easier to send that message if he could stop his damn legs from stretching like they wanted to break off of him and pushing his slit against that fat cock that was about to ravage him!

Of course, he couldn't actually figure out how to express any of that in the couple of seconds he had before Reif speared into him, and the loud cry of bliss belied any of it anyway. That Quilava cock was HUGE compared to him, and his slit had to warp quite a bit just to hug it so tightly that it felt like it might fuse to it. That, of course, made the short barbs significantly more distinct as they scratched against him with just the perfect level of harshness to feel fucking incredible. It felt like he had cum the moment that he was penetrated, yet it also felt like he hadn't even come close to what his climax COULD be like...

There was no quarry from Reif, the Quilava didn't hold back even an inch as he jerked out and plowed back in, burying himself deeper and deeper into the Charmander's slit, stretching him out laterally and deeply. Foreign fluid was pouring into him, that hot precum lighting him up in a way his own fluids just couldn't match, especially as the flesh was raked raw by those fantastic barbs. His toes flexed, fingers cleaved furrows in the ground, rough cries tearing from his throat as he was harshly taken, but he couldn't remember ever feeling so intensely HOT before, his whole body was stoked by this intruder and it was the most amazing thing in the world.

"Haah...ho, man, little guy, your slit feels so damn good...nngh, way tighter than anything I usually hump..." Zeder couldn't talk back to Reif's taunt this time, too overwhelmed by the pleasure to even think of forming words. Steam and smoke were pouring from his mouth, billowing into the air as a signal of his submission and ecstasy. His body was jerking around, mostly pushing him into that fat tool, which was now pushed in all the way up to that swollen knot; it felt like it was filling more of his body than Zeder's own innards were, and yet all he could think of was getting more, getting everything Reif could possibly give him...

The Charmander's body was shaking harder as the flood of bliss was hitting higher and higher spikes. It felt like he was cumming, over and over, yet the level of pleasure wasn't fading between them, so he was just getting dragged to a more mind-bending point every time. And he could feel it building to something a LOT more powerful...something he never could have reached on it own, it had to be driven into him by another force, something that wouldn't be stopped by his own limitations. Reif was that mighty force, and he NEEDED the Quilava to finish the deal, to bring him to that point he was almost desperate to reach.

And Reif, whether he could tell or not, was plenty happy to oblige. His feet dug into the ground and the rammed forward, slamming with all his force into that greedy Charmander slit, shoving with every bit of muscle he had until his knot breached Zeder's slit and wedged in there tight. Zeder's eyes shot open wide as he felt a stretch that dwarfed everything, followed by an explosion of orgasmic bliss as the first jets of fiery cum blasted into his overstuffed passage. Incoherent cries spouted freely from his open maw as he twisted and squirmed under that three-point grip, his own fluids sloshing around and adding to the unreasonable sensation of fullness that had taken over his entire lower body. It was too much, and it was too good, and his head was spinning, he was almost on the brink of unconsciousness but somehow clinging to sensibility as he rode out the storm of pleasure.

It felt like an age before things started to settle down. His brain stopped shorting so much, and he felt that crest of absolute bliss start to wane, settling his overtaxed body down. His chest was heaving, trying to draw in lost air, and he could feel that ridiculous fullness inside him, the entirety of Reif's cock plugging him up, allowing no release of all that seed that had been pumped into him, nor his own liquid contribution; the bulge of it was evident in his midsection, and he could only imagine how ruined and gaping his slit would look when the Quilava finally pulled out...hopefully it wouldn't stay that way. And he was just now starting to really become aware of what had happened, that Reif had tossed him around, flattened him, and then fucked him like some sort of prize...and he'd been little more than a fawning bitch throughout the whole forced sex act. If anyone saw, heard, even smelled...

"Whoo...that was FINE, little guy. You feeling better now?" Reif's voice cut through his thoughts with ease, prompting him to open his eyes and look wearily up at the grinning mammal who still had a nice pin on him. That smarmy fire rat, didn't even look that tuckered out despite how hard he'd been railing him, cocky as he ever was, he was going to...going to...

Wait...

It had taken a bit to click, but once it did, he was pretty stunned: the irritation, frustration, annoyance that Zeder had been carrying with him constantly for far too many days was just gone. He felt not a lick of anger towards Reif now, nor towards anything else he could remember being annoyed by. On the contrary, for the first time since that had started he felt truly relaxed, truly peaceful, and no longer carrying that acidic heat in his gut. He could even tell through the immense fullness that his body was looser and less wound up. "I...do?" he managed to pant out, still not truly understanding why even as he had to admit it...though, he hadn't understood why he'd felt that way in the first place, either, so maybe that was just how it was going to be...

Of course Reif wouldn't let that happen. "Thought so. Ain't no cure for a heat like that like a prime cut of Quilava meat."

"Heat? What are you..."

"We all gotta fuck, little guy." Reif shifted from pinning Zeder to pulling him up on his lap, holding him upright as he sat; even this motion caused a little shifting inside, letting those barbs poke and tug against his slitflesh and making him give off a quiet strained moan. "A mon needs that release, or they get riled up...body's telling you to go out and get some action already, and when you don't, it starts fighting you, puts a nice little fire in your loins that nothing else can relieve. Ain't the first time I've seen it...dunno why you'd deprive yourself with a tasty slit like yours, but whatever the case, you were so pent up that you couldn't handle it, I bet. A good dose of dick gets those good fires going and purges all that 'fuckless' angst."

"I...never knew that..." It was certainly news to Zeder, though he couldn't really question it - after all, he HAD avoided anything sexual with anyone else all this time. Was his body really just so tired of that that it started rebelling against him?

"Oh, yeah, it can be a mess. You'll start hating everything, getting snippy with everyone, basically being mad at everything until you finally figure out that your body's trying to steer you to the nearest fuckfest. Then again, I gotta imagine the relief is pretty awesome...I wouldn't know personally, of course, never had trouble getting any action."

"Gee...what a shock..." Zeder muttered, and Reif snickered in that typical cocky way.

"You're not gonna try to pretend you weren't totally into that, now, are you? I heard you moaning and crying out, you couldn't have been more in heaven if you'd been drugged AND zonked."

Zeder felt a heat rising to his face. "That...that was just this...heat business..."

"Hah, no, it wasn't. You know how snippy you get when you're it heat? The more you wanna get with the mon, the more snippy you'll be with them. I'll bet you've been giving others a bit of flack, but if you'd been on the warpath like that with anyone, there's no way you'da been still pining by the time you got to me. You're a total slut for me...ain't nothing wrong with that."

The Charmander sputtered a bit. "That's not...there's no WAY I-!" He was cut off as Reif pulled him close, burying Zeder's snout into his furry shoulder. The lizard pulled in a deep breath as he tried to brace himself to push away, getting a full draw of that Quilava musk...it sent a shiver down his spine, and stalled the action of his arms, leaving them to rub against that fur as he relaxed into the pleasing scent...

...Holy shit. I AM a slut for Reif.

And the cocky Quilava knew it, clearly, as he rubbed his hands along Zeder's back in such a way that he couldn't stop himself from letting out a little thrum of delight. "Like I said, nothing wrong...feels good, doesn't it? You don't really wanna deny yourself what you want. You know, I live alone, and I've been thinking I wouldn't mind changing that - romps with random mons are plenty of fun, but it's nice to have a familiar face and scent in bed with you, ya know? And I can guarantee you'd never have to worry about getting into that heat again...heh, you'll be so far from it you'll wonder how you ever let yourself get there."

The way he was phrasing it was making it seem like the decision had already been made. Cocky Quilava...but...maybe it was the musk flooding his nose, or the thick cock still lodged in him, or just the tranquility following the relief from the heat, but that attitude was growing on him. Zeder got the feeling that even if he tried to say no here, he'd eventually cave in anyway, probably without even any effort from Reif. So he relaxed into Reif's embrace, nodding a bit and shuffling his nose into that spicy fur. If it felt this good, he could definitely get used to it...and he had a feeling he'd have ample opportunity to do so.