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Healing Fire

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Cario

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Amber loved her trainer. It was as simple as that for the Charmeleon, confident in her battling skill, confident in her adoration for the trainer who she had seen standing tall through the most trying of times. Alan, bless the fire of his heart, had never quite gotten on with his family and she had been with him since she had been a mature Charmander, only wishing that she had been able to grow up with him as a youngster, side by side. Amber thought that, perhaps, she had come to be with Alan as his Pokemon sometime after he turned eighteen, though they had battled together for five whole years so far, always finding new ways to come through together.

He had lost his family before she’d met him and she had always tried, in her own way, to be his family too. Older than him and more mature than Alan, the Charmeleon had been able to subtly direct him on more than one occasion, making it so that he more easily moved down the road of being a Pokemon master.

Her master, yes, but they were really more equals… And they had gone from strength to strength, even when he had gotten together with another trainer after winning the Pokemon League and beating the Champion. Estrona… She had been a blonde woman with curled hair, but had a sharp smile that Amber had always thought promised trouble.

And, in the end, she had been nothing but trouble. Without a second thought, Estrona had broken her master’s heart and left him crying in the rain. That had been one of the things that had hurt Amber too most of all, for the vile creature had made it so that she couldn’t even run out to help her master, for fear of her tail being put out. Even though she was not a Charmander anymore, it would weaken her severely if it was extinguished and she couldn’t put even more stress on her master, no, not after everything.

Amber had finally been able to rescue him when she’d found something to protect her tail, her orange skin flashing through the downpour to get to him. With her shiny colouring, she was rarer than any other fire-type Pokemon that either she or her master had ever seen, but that was of no matter.

All that mattered was that she kept the coat above her with one arm, shielding her tail, guiding her master, sobbing in her other arm, back to the cabin where they were staying down by the lake that time. They’d been holidaying, searching for the red Gyarados, just as something fun to do, but Estrona had ruined that all.

She hadn’t been able to shake him from his daze, though they had moved on from the cabin. Amber had taken one last moment back there, peering into the lake, her darker markings showing through on her brighter skin. It was as if someone had painted her and more than one human had asked if she was in costume before, though her master had always answered that that was just the way that Amber was.

“And she’s beautiful.”

Amber thought she was beautiful too, standing tall and proud, up to her master’s shoulder in height, though she didn’t have the words to express such in the human language. With thick thighs, muscled nicely, and round buttocks beneath her strong, powerful tail with a brilliant flame, she was so much more than just a Pokemon. She was Alan’s friend, his partner, his Pokemon – always his. Her eyes were rimmed darker than most other Charmeleon too, as if she had on eyeliner, swept out at the corners. It suited her nicely, Amber thought, especially when she smirked, or gave a tighter-lipped smile that promised something special for her master.

Alan brushed her back with his hand and she glanced at him, a smile on her lips.

“Charmeleon!”

Alan’s lips flickered in the ghost of a smile. It had been a while since she had seen his face light up in quite that way.

“We’re almost there, Amber. Sorry for making you walk all this way. Your company… It’s just good for me. I’m glad you are always by my side. But always let me know if you want to catch a ride instead or go back into the Pokeball, it’s all fine by me, of course. I just like having you with me and I hope you enjoy my company too, Amber.”

Amber nodded, baring her teeth in agreement. As if she wouldn’t want to walk at his side! Silly Alan…

“Char-Charmeleon!

Alan smiled – but they were not that far from their destination, not as she butted her head warmly against his shoulder and growled. It was almost a purr, how the rumbling of it warbled up from her chest and throat, and it soothed her master a little. She was more than sensitive enough to know how his heart rate was reducing, more and more, every time he touched her skin.

And that was why Amber was going to become his mate. She’d already decided – as long as her master would have her, for her heart and her body, her mind and her soul, would forever and ever belong to her master above all else. He had her and it was only up to Alan whether he would accept her as his lover too, for she could not bear to see his heart broken again, not ever.

Of course, other males, some Charmeleon and some other Pokemon, had tried to become her mate before, once she had reached full maturity. Amber was sure that her master would have allowed her to take a mate, glancing up at him as they checked in at the inn, a small place out in the middle of nowhere, though it was on the way to a larger city where they could train and challenge others to battles. But…she’d never wanted to, even though she knew that her purrs were not merely out of the typical Pokemon affection for her master.

No… Amber knew what she wanted as she followed him up the short flight of stairs to the hallway where their room was to be found, exposed beams framing the inn, though she had not spared the innkeeper a second glance. They were not any of her concern, not as her eyes fixed on her master’s backside, pulling down his long legs. He was tall, for a human, and a little on the slender side. More than the kind of man who would fit nicely between her thick, muscular thighs.

No one else could ever have impressed her more than Alan, after all, and it was only right that Amber showed him exactly how much he meant to her. She only wished that she had the human words with which to express herself, although that was by the by, really. He understood her well enough and Amber was more than confident that she could use her body language to make herself and her intentions absolutely crystal clear.

She waited, heart pounding, until he came out of the shower, all with just a towel wrapped around his waist, his hair not styled and tousled, the dirty blonde strands tangled into one another. Even then, Amber ached to take care of him, to rake her claws through it, to separate everything and make him soft and warm and supple again, all hers, as he always should have been.

Alan smiled at her, the Charmeleon resting on the bed, taking up his spot. It should always have been Amber’s spot.

“Hey, girl… You doing okay?” He tilted his head, confused. “You don’t look like yourself. Here, let me get some clothes on…”

“Char! Char-Char-Charmeleon!”

No, no, no – she didn’t want him to put any clothes back on his body, not at all. She purred, licking her lips, tasting fire and smoke in her mouth, for it did tend to erupt from her maw as well as her tail whenever she used Flamethrower. It was only a good thing, after all their time together, that she was much better able than she had been before at controlling her fire, making sure that she did not inadvertently burn anything around her. She’d never burned her master, of course, but some furnishings in their early days together, before she had evolved into a Charmeleon, had perished, very sadly.

Things were different then as she laid her tail out alluringly down the length of the bed, the flame flickering and dancing beautifully, powerful, so large that it might have been better-suited to a Charziard, not a Charmeleon. But she was her own Pokemon and she didn’t have anything to worry about, not even then, not as she purred throatily and held his pillow to her chest, inhaling his scent.

She caught her master taking a sharp intake of breath and wished she knew what he was thinking. Yet it was all plastered over his face anyway, his jaw dropping, heat rushing to his cheeks even though he had already taken a shower that, surely, had been steaming hot.

Panting lightly, Amber snuffled into the pillow, taking in more and more of his scent, even as she presented herself to him. He caught her soft purrs and growls, how her body twitched lightly, but Alan’s eyes could not help but drop to her pussy, bare and exposed. Of course, he had seen it before, because things were just like that between trainers and Pokemon and intimate areas were sometimes exposed when they were cared for…but never quite like that. Never with his beloved Charmeleon, so much more to him than just a Pokemon, spreading her pussy lips apart with two claws, showing off her wet, dripping sex, how plump and aroused it was, flushed with heat. Her skin, though it was typically lighter down there, had darkened with her arousal, tail flicking back and forth gently, the crackling, sparking flames drawing his attention more and more, though he reeled.

“Amber…” Alan grunted, breaking himself from his trance, looking away, blushing too hard to be comfortable. “I… Amber, I’m so sorry, I should have tried harder to find you a partner. But I wanted to keep you all for myself…”

Amber grunted, licking her lips and rolling over onto all fours, though she still took a deep breath of his scent, inhaling long and low, her nostrils puckering. She wanted him and she had to show him that… It was not another mate, as he thought, that she wanted, oh no...

“Char… Char…”

She crawled to the edge of the bed with a soft smile on her lips. If he did not know, then she would have to show him.

“Amber?” Alan’s voice rose in pitch, though he froze, not quite daring to step back with that look in her sharp, blue eyes. “What are you doing? Amber… Amber?”

Yet he did not tell her to stop, not as he put his hands up shakily and the Charmeleon pressed in close, nuzzling his chest, up on her knees on the bed. Although she had a strong chest, the shape of her body gave the illusion of breasts there and he swallowed a groan that, even then, he thought should never have been present on his lips – for he couldn’t just be looking at his Pokemon like that! That wasn’t right, couldn’t be right, not when she nuzzled into his chest and kissed it softly, turning around to grind her buttocks back into his hands.

“Amber…” He didn’t know what to say, her buttocks filling his hands, panting lightly, need rising inside him. “I… This isn’t right. I don’t want to use you, I don’t want to take advantage of you.”

Without thinking, for it was not something that anyone could control, his eyes watered, dripping with tears, and he rubbed them away. Oh, they didn’t belong there – but, to Alan’s surprise, there was someone else there to wipe them away for him.

Amber stroked his face, brushing away every tear as it threatened to mar her trainer’s face, her master’s face. No… Oh, no, he did not deserve to cry, tears did not belong on his face. Purring lightly, she warmed his face with her hands, cupping them around his cheeks, her claws delicately placed up close to his eyes, though she was careful, so very careful. There was no rush, only softness, warmth and comfort, leaning in closer to kiss the tears away. Kneeling on the bed with him tipping down towards her, as if he was already drawn to her, Alan was a good height for her and she kissed his cheeks, even his eyelids too when the tears softened.

He pulled back slightly as if waiting for her to make the next move and she spoke in her language.

“Charmeleon-Char-Char, Char-Charmeleon…”

I will never let anyone hurt you ever again.

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“Charmeleon-Charmeleon, Char-Charmeleon-Char.”

Let me show you what you mean to me, darling…

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She had to take the lead, whispering to him that it was alright, that he could stop things at any time, even as she drew him down onto the bed with her. He would be her mate for life, if he chose her too, but she would not force it, for she wanted him to want it to, to be hers, always and forever.

Alan gulped, heart hammering, yet the rise of heat and swelling between his legs could not be denied either, even if he did not, strictly, know at all what was happening. Maybe that was part of his, the break-up still seeming so fresh and raw and bitter in his mind – though he had come to understand, in the light of hindsight, that she had only been with him for the status boost that his position as League Champion had brought her. As soon as he had moved on to search out new things to do with his Pokemon, Amber especially, she had lost interest in him, as if he was no more to her than the sum of his achievements.

He swallowed again, licking his lips, something stirring inside him. Not his need – but change. It had to come, even as he laid back on the bed with his sweet Charmeleon on top of him, straddling his waist, though that did mean that he couldn’t see her hot pussy anymore.

He hardly wanted to admit how turned on seeing her pussy had made him, but it was good, it was something that he needed, something that the primal, carnal, lustful side of him craved and craved and craved. Alan licked his lips, ignoring how his hands shook as he held her face, though he was surprised to see just how stable she was over him, her thick tail swinging lightly back and forth, the crackling of her flame filling the air.

It would always be there, in the backdrop of everything, as he murmured her name and Amber kissed his lips, closing that last little bit of distance between them. Her lips folded softly and sensually around his, though it was far from a chaste kiss, her lips parting as they shared breath, his heart surging in the cage of his chest.

Yet no more would Alan be caged as the soul inside him rushed to meet her, wanting it too. He’d have to think more about what he was doing and all that he longed for from her at a later date and time, for there was no time nor any space for him to worry about something like that, not right then and there. It was not needed, not at all, not as he kissed her back just as deeply, her clawed hands coming up, holding his.

It was wrong how right it felt for his fingers to slide between hers, feeling the warmth of her, so warm, always so warm. That was, of course, due to Amber being a fire-type Pokemon and yet he could not help but brim over with admiration, heart pounding, at how devoted she was. Had she always wanted to be closer to him and he had been too disillusioned to see the bond that was growing between them?

It might have been taboo and it might have been unconventional, yet the shuddering bound and leap of his heart eased more and more with how she pressed against him, need coming through with every push and every grind of her hips. He knew intimately just how much he needed her as his tongue twined and pulled around hers, lapping up inside her mouth as they French kissed. For he felt it in himself too as he arched up into the Charmeleon’s touch, his cock rising to attention with a lusty throb and the tiniest smear of pre-cum across the tip.

“Unff… Oh, Amber…”

Oh, those words! She broke the kiss, licking his taste from her lips, just so she could claim it for her own. She drew back, the Charmeleon’s heart pounding, but her need was up and she could only satisfy it, just as her master needed to be satisfied too. She kept one hand linked with his, tightening her grip on him, even as she slipped down the length of his body, letting her tail rise, not hiding anything at all that she had to offer.

It was all there for him, after all, her master and her master alone. She might not have been a virgin, but that time had passed and she had chosen her mate as she kept her tail elevated, swinging faintly back and forth, nosing down to his crotch.

“Charmeleon-Char…”

She wanted him, pushing the towel, which was already askew, away from his hips to reveal his hard-on. The firm rise of his cock begged for attention that she was more than ready to deliver, throbbing into the light clutch of her hand, claws curling tenderly and gently around him.

Oh, she did not have to be rough, no, not at all. She was there for him, gentle and sweet, but there could be no qualm about who was in control there, oh no. Not at all… Not when her need thrummed up thick and fast, her pussy wet, but she would have to set that desire aside for the moment.

Her clawed hand stroked up and down, his hard length so very easily begging her attention, all that the Charmeleon was so very willing to give. She would have stayed there all day, doing no more than simply stroking up and down the throbbing, aching length of his spire, if she had thought that that was all that would have been needed to please him. He had every last bit of her attention, everything that Amber had to give, and she growled throatily, her eyes half-lidded, peering up through her thick, luscious lashes.

He moaned, bucking his hips, his fingers tightening around hers, gripping her hand like a lifeline in a storm.

“Oh… Oh, Amber…”

Alan moaned and moaned, though he was right where he wanted to be, even though he could not believe that his Pokemon wanted him in that way. Being with a Pokemon was not something that he had ever considered, but it was different when it was Amber. She wasn’t just a Pokemon and he held her hand even more tightly as she stroked his cock, the flesh of her palm gently squeezing him, fingers folded around. And then there were her dangerous, sharp claws – though he knew, truly, that Amber would never use them to hurt him, not ever.

That was not Amber. Amber would never do that.

And he loved her for it. For her gentleness, for the ferocity that she could show when the time was right, how she was always surprising him, a little bit of a mischief maker. She had even played pranks on other trainers in the past and he could see just how she had gotten herself into trouble before she had met him, even if she had been a wild Charmander back then.

“Ah… Amber, that feels…” Alan struggled to put it into words, huffing hotly, heat clouding his face, his forehead damp with the faintest sheen of perspiration. “Please… I need you… I need more…”

He could barely believe that he was saying that to Amber of all Pokemon, but it was right, so right, grasping at her thick, curvy hips as she rose over him. Showing off her body, Amber arched her back and straddled his hips, letting him take all of her in.

“Char-Char-Charmeleon-Charmeleon,” she said, eyes alight. “Charmeleon…”

Oh, how she wished he could understand her, but maybe she would have to learn how to write some human words, just so that she could find another way. Sign language could work too, for she could understand his words – it was humans that weren’t as good as Pokemon at understanding all the different dialects and Pokemon tongues. Then again, there were rather a large number of Pokemon in the world…

But it was good, so very good, to hump and grind against his cock, pressing it back up between her rear cheeks, an arch of her back setting all in just the right position. The Charmeleon grunted and purred, flicking her tail as the flame pumped up a little more, the low, tasteful lighting glancing off her shiny skin.

She took his cock in her hand, keeping eye contact with her lover even as she raised her hips, letting him see exactly how the head of his cock was poised at the entrance to her sex, how her pussy lips glistened with her arousal. She was not hiding her need at all, much less so as she sank onto his shaft in the cowgirl position.

Amber just wanted to see him, to see how his expression lifted, how the contrast of pleasure and desire played out across his face. His lips twitched and he moaned openly, Amber’s heart surging in time with his as she took him inside her for the very first time.

And, never again, would either of them ever be without a mate. Oh no… Never again, not when her silken heat encased him, slipping down the full length of his cock to engulf him entirely. Alan could not stop himself from bucking and thrusting up into her sex, cock already dripping and gleaming with her arousal, but it did not matter what he gave in to for the moment was right, regardless of anything else.

The rest of the world could be damned, he thought, bending his legs and pressing his feet down into the bed, the sheets rumpling under his back, a little damp where her juices had leaked into them in a soft wet spot. He didn’t care, not anymore – not about what anyone else thought of him. He broke his grasp from her hand only to caress her hips and squeeze her buttocks, taking an illicit kind of pleasure in digging his fingers lightly into her backside, feeling how her flesh gave under his fingers. Yet there was only so much softness to her body before he hit the hardness of muscle beneath, honed from all their training, though he desperately hoped, in the clarity of hindsight, that he had not worked Amber too hard.

He was going to have to take much, much better care of the Charmeleon and all his Pokemon too…

But Amber would be the most important one of all, his one true partner.

She ground on him, rising and falling sensually, getting her feet up under her so that she could squat, her short claws digging into the bed, though they did not cut through the sheets. Amber let her maw hang open, showing off her tongue, the flicker of fire in the back of her mouth, yet she did not let it loose – no, not then. She didn’t want to, not as she relished in the sensation of being filled, his hands exploring her and her body, caressing her thighs, even around the oh so very sensitive root of her tail.

“Charmeleon!”

She shuddered bodily, head rolling back. Oh, yes, that was a lot more sensitive than she had expected it to be, shivering in place, her thighs a little shaky as she strove to keep on rocking against him. His hand, however, dropped lower, finding her pussy and the nub of her clit, though it was small and tucked away within a little hood of skin, something that no other male had been able to find. Well, that had been a while back – before she had known that none of the other Pokemon that she had taken brief pleasure with to relieve her needs would ever match up to the glory of her master.

Amber moaned as she rode him, keeping eye contact with her master. Oh, how she wanted to feel everything, to experience everything and more with him. She’d never imagined sex being that pleasurable, even though it had given her some kind of release, orgasm, yes… But it was different for him as his thickness penetrated her deeply. Not so much that it was uncomfortable for her, of course, but it just felt right to have her master’s cock inside her, filling her perfectly, her soft pussy walls clenching and flexing lightly around him.

The Charmeleon did not have ideal control over those muscles, however, not as she ground down onto him, Alan finding some more purchase to thrust up against her too. His cheeks flushed with heat and he panted heavily, lips agape.

“Mmm… Amber… My…Amber…” He growled, though there was an embarrassment in his words too, a sense of concern that the Charmeleon would not hesitate to soothe from him. “You’re…so…wonderful… Can you turn around, please? I want to see your butt…”

Alan grunted and swallowed hard at such a request, though he had no reason at all to be embarrassed. Amber obliged him with a throaty growl that, somehow, sounded so much more seductive coming from her lips than any others would have, rising off his shaft and smoothly turning so that her back was to him. His eyes landed on the large flare of her burning tail, but her curvy backside begged attention too, grinding down onto him and taking his cock right back up inside her as if it had always been where it belonged.

“Ohhhh…”

Alan hid his moans less and less – for where was the shame in enjoying what he was doing? He could not kiss her in that position, but he could pump up into her, groping her backside, enjoying the shape of her butt. He had looked before, yes, but never quite in that way, enjoying the smooth, powerful lines of her body, the strong muscle. Even then, Alan ached to run his hands over every inch of her, again and again, memorising the curves of her body.

Little did he know, of course, that his sweet, beloved Charmeleon was not going anywhere, nowhere at all.

Her sex pulsed around him, so wet and succulent that he blushed at the thought of pushing his face between her thighs and giving her oral sex too, delving his tongue into the fiery nectar of her pussy. What would she taste like? Would she be like a human? Probably not, for, even then, the Charmeleon was her own person, even if Amber was a Pokemon too…

His head swam as his pleasure mounted, holding onto her backside, delighting in how her buttocks were soft for a few beats before his fingers found the muscle beneath the soft, feminine layer of fat. It was just what he wanted and, frankly, butts were one of the parts of the body that he spent the most time ogling, when he was feeling a bit frisky himself. The silken heat of her pussy clutched him tightly as he gasped, hands sliding up to further explore her scaled body, from her hips to the narrower tuck of her waist.

And then his hands dropped to her pussy, coming around to the front of her thighs and seeking out her clit. It was hard to get to, small and neat, tucked mostly still under its hood, but that did not mean that it could not be stimulated. His fingers pressed down on either side of it, indirectly stimulating her, the skin tugging back and forth gently even as he zeroed in on his prize.

A slippery drop of her essence, trickling out of her pussy around the tight seal of his shaft, helped and his forefinger teased over her clit as Amber jerked and bucked back suddenly.

“Char! Char-Charmeleon!”

She couldn’t help it, orgasm rushing upon her. Was that tiny little bit of stimulation truly all that she had needed to reach her high? Ah, but it was a potent part of her body that past partners, however fleeting they had been, had never paid due attention to.

Alan, however, was different. He wanted to please her and he knew how to also, powering up into her as she rode him in reverse cowgirl position, though the position did not have a name to a Pokemon. Sex was sex to her and she could take her pleasure just how she pleased as her thick rump ground down and down and down onto his aching hard-on.

She cried out, climaxing suddenly, the flame of her tail swelling even bigger and brighter, brushing his chest as he held onto her hip with one hand. It did not burn him, their bodies joined together in sweet intimacy, though the warmth of it caressed his chest as he thrust up into her suddenly wetter, slicker heat with a grunt.

“Unff… Amber!”

He climaxed inside her as she pressed down all the way on his cock, not wanting to let a single drop of his cum escape her. body. Of course, that was impossible, but Amber could only try, his orgasm mixing with her juices as he pumped up his load inside her. It was an honour for her to take it and Amber moaned out long and low, letting her head fall back, at her most vulnerable with her master.

Yet it was her right to be open and vulnerable with him, yes. For her master was the one that made her life what it was, who had given her purpose and solace in a world that could cast so many Pokemon into turmoil.

She was meant to be with him.

Relaxing back, she laid on top of him as his cock softened inside her, his chest to her back. Her tail swung gently back and forth as she grinned, content in the moment, yet the afterglow was one that she was already very much recovering from. One round with her master, after all, would not do for her.

Yet her master surprised even her, slipping free of her on the bed to fetch a cloth and a small bowl of water, like what they would sometimes use to wash faces and necessary skin when a full wash was not possible. She was more careful about water than other types of Pokemon, watching out for her flame, though she could still rinse off if needed. It would often evaporate quickly from her skin anyway, leaving her fresh and clean.

“Relax, Amber…”

He smiled at her, washing gently between her thighs, though she didn’t see the need for him to clean up the messy cream-pie of her sex. His cum dripped and drooled from her lightly stretched folds, the softness of her pussy pushed open for his pleasure, even then. Gently, he cleaned her out, more shameless than he had been in pressing a finger into her pussy to ease out any excess from there too.

“Char… Char…”

She whimpered softly, head spinning. Even though her master had looked after her well, she had never imagined someone treating her that tenderly – though she could not help either rocking up into his touch when he finished and pressed a gentle kiss to her clit. It was swollen by then, fully out of its little hood, as if it could no longer bear to hide.

He took the cue, pressing his lips around her clit and suckling lightly, though he would be better able to taste her essence too, now that she was fresh and clean. It did not matter that they had just had sex for he would have gone down on her anyway, her slightly spicy, sparky juices flowing freely.

Groaning deeply, Alan pressed his face between her thighs as the Charmeleon squeezed her legs around him, the flaming tip of her tail brushing his chest, down lower to his abdomen. And yet no pain came as she stopped her fire from burning him, lightly sweeping it back and forth, letting him enjoy the moment, softly drawn out, as much as she was.

She was so patient, even as the fire on the tip of her tail swelled even more, glowing an intense blue after climax. He might not have been able to directly understand her Pokemon tongue, but there were other ways to communicate – like in how her clawed hand stroked, ever so tenderly, through his hair, caressing and teasing as if she knew, even then, exactly what he liked.

As his tongue snaked into her, flicking up inside, tasting her and pleasing her, Amber grunted, trying to scrabble, trying to get her feet under her as she lay back on the bed. And yet she was not in a good position to do that, panting as her chest shuddered, succumbing to pleasure. But she wanted to give her master pleasure too!

She squirmed free, finding a way that she would be able to do both at the same time, though it took a little pointing and nudging, with her snout too, before he got the hint and lay back on the bed. Like that, she slipped over him in the sixty-nine position, head to crotch, and let him play with her pussy all he liked while she finally took his cock into her mouth, careful of her teeth.

It was just as good, her long tongue swirling and pulling around him, tasting herself on him with an exotic thrill. It was hot, hotter than she had thought it would be, but her body was focused on giving him pleasure, drawing back only so that she could caress his cock with long, slow laps of her tongue.

Oh, how she wanted to taste him, loving how he stuttered just a little against her, a finger toying with her pussy, but she didn’t want to distract him entirely. For she wanted to feel that pleasure too, all for herself, giving and taking in equal measure – for that was always what such a partnership was supposed to be without. Whether between Pokemon and trainer or boyfriend and girlfriend, it was all the same to her.

There had to be “give and take,” of course, but he had not had that with his girlfriend before. He always would with her, his mate for life.

He gasped as she swallowed his cock down again, deepthroating him as if it was nothing at all. He was a good length for her, Alan’s cock pressing lightly into the back of her throat but no deeper. Not that that would have honestly mattered either, for the Charmeleon did not have a gag reflex and would have gone deeper still if she had thought it would give him pleasure. He brushed her soft, wet mound with his fingers, two sliding inside, and she bucked her hips, her body openly showing her ecstasy.

He could touch her wherever he liked, her arms going around his hips and waist, holding him to her. She would not stop until she was good and done with him, oh no, for she wanted more, the sweet cream of his seed pumping up inside her all over again. As much as Amber wanted to take it down her throat she could not, not when she wanted it inside her too. She couldn’t have everything, not all at once, but she would have it in the end, exploring every last little part of him so that she could memorise his body.

It was her right, yes… That was what Amber thought. The Charmeleon grunted around his meat, tonguing around the head of his shaft. When her master shuddered against her, she played out the motion again, claiming him as her mate even as she tasted him deeply. Letting him slide over her tongue, she gulped and tried to smirk up at him, but having a cock in her mouth did make that a little difficult.

Not that it mattered, his lips on her clit, swirling his tongue inside her as he explored her as much as she explored him. A finger curled up inside her and touched a special patch of nerves inside her pussy, making her hips jerk, though the Charmeleon held off, trying to let the moment wash over her, so that she could best enjoy every last little moment of it. She wanted to savour it, but it was not as if things were going to go away in a hurry, not at all, not as she moaned around his cock, playing with him, twining and twisting her tongue luxuriously around his shaft.

For she had him in the palm of her hand, slurping on his meat, letting her warm saliva slicken the full length of his shaft, sliding back and forth easily between her lips. She suckled on him fervently, yet would need him back inside her in due course, her legs wrapped around him, filling her pussy as he had always been meant to do.

Alan whimpered throatily, barely able to focus on eating her out when there was so much else going on at once, dragging his attention first one way and then the other, licking off his lips. The taste of her essence remained, however, clinging to his lips – so stringently, in fact, that he wondered if it would ever be something that he could wash off. Not that he wanted to, of course, when her spicy, flaming mark made him hers as much as he wanted Amber to, always and forever, be his.

She slid back and away from him and, that time, he knew what she wanted. Although she had given him the best head that he had ever gotten, much better than anything his ex had ever done for him in the bedroom, he wanted more. He wanted to do as she wanted for him, the Charmeleon on the bed on all fours, rocking her thick rump back in his direction, waving her flaming tail back and forth in open invitation.

And Alan took it too, sliding between her legs and pressing his cock straight back up into her pussy, the wet heat swallowing up the full length of his member. She rocked back against him, demanding a faster pace, and he was more than willing to give it as he ground up into her, holding onto her tail as the warm flame flickered by the side of his face, hugging her thick tail to his chest.

There was nowhere else that he would rather be, pounding her pussy, letting his sweet, glorious Charmeleon dictate the pace, though he doubted that he would ever be too rough with her. She was bigger than he was and stronger too, her muscle taking the overpowering (to him!) force of his thrusts as if it was nothing at all to her. Her scaled body ground back, grinding into his hips and crotch, Alan only hoping that he was enough for her in that way.

And yet the rich red of her tail flickered through the blue, shifting through all kinds of colours and shades that, frankly, he had never seen on or in her tail before. But he’d never seen her in the throes of passion either, so that stood to reason. He could languish there, in the rock and grind of his hips, the slap of his hips on her buttocks rising through to fill the whole room.

That was, if not for her cries.

“Ah… Charmeleon-Char-Char…” She sounded out, trying to communicate with him, though he caught the smoulder of her eyes far better than her words. “Charmeleon-Char-Charmeleon!”

She wanted it and she bowed her chest down to the bed for a better angle, her rump pushed right back and up into his crotch, his dick as deep as it could go inside her pussy. The silken grasp of her inner walls closed around him, pulsing and twitching as if she was trying to pull him deeper. Yet Amber already had all of him that her body could take, his shaft powering up deep inside her, ramming in again and again as passion overwhelmed them.

There, they could give in to it, completely and utterly. There was nothing in it that they needed to hold back, not as he grunted, feeling the familiar tingle and pull of orgasm rising within him all over again. Alan’s lips parted, letting out a low moan, and the Pokeballs that were set into his belt wobbled and twitched, the Pokemon inside bearing witness, as quiet, supportive spectators, to the tryst between their master and Amber.

They would approve, of course, when out and observing, though there was no shame to be had in having any kind of sex in front of them, no. Their bond with their master was such that they had seen one another in all kinds of situations and sex was not going to change anything between them.

Still, he vaguely marvelled, through the heat of his lust, at how her pussy burned around him, the heat of her body so much that he should have been seared and scorched – yet the Charmeleon protected him. As she always had, as he powered into her, pumping in harder and faster, as deep as he could go, her flame flaring up, pressing back against the side of his face, threatening (though it would never happen) to set his hair on fire.

He was glad that Amber cared for him so deeply, even as he thrust harder and harder, adjusting the angle of his hips a little more so that she panted and cried out even more loudly. He had to hit that spot inside her, to bring her pleasure, loving every tiny little sound that she made even as he pushed her forcibly over the edge into orgasm, desperately wanting Amber to climax before he did.

He would not have been a good mate to her, after all, if he did not keep her pleasure in the forefront of his mind. The ripple and pulse of her pussy clenching around him, juices soaking his cock once again, brought him over the edge too, even though Alan had thought that he would have been able to hold back for longer. Yet he thrust through orgasm, his head thrown back as she had down, grunting long and low, quivering against her, only wanting to bring her more pleasure, yes, always more…

There was nothing else in his mind other than that pleasure, panting heavily, sweat beading on his skin. Even though he had only recently come out of the shower, he would need another one in short order, he was sure, but he would not go, not without his sweetheart at his side. He’d find a way, find a set-up that worked for her, where her flame would not be at risk, devoting himself to her as Amber had done for every moment of their time together so far.

He had been a fool not to see that before, though Alan never again would forget the Charmeleon who had been so loyal to him, so loving. Not as he ground into her, letting her ride out her orgasm on his cock, flushed with the good kind of heat at being able to bring her off on his shaft, even if she had been well warmed up beforehand too. Not that he wouldn’t have used his hands and mouth to bring her over the edge too, if needed, but it was a point of pride for a guy too, to also bring pleasure to his partner with just their shaft wherever they could.

But they would find all kinds of way to explore ecstasy: together.

As they came down from their final round of that evening, Alan leaned into her softly, letting her take his weight, even though the Charmeleon was a little smaller than him. That no longer seemed to matter, not when they were as close as they were, her strong chest supporting him, though there was a softness there too that he hoped that he would get to lean into more and more, over time.

The afterglow was the best of all, just the two of them, only them. It would not matter, of course, that the rest of their team and other Pokemon too in the future would see them mating, would see them making love. It was all natural and all a part of developing their relationship more and more, deeper and deeper, strengthening the bond that had been present without Alan even realising it.

Amber purred, gently holding his cock, so tender with him, though he did not seem able to resist the alluring urge to rub her wet pussy either, dripping with a combination of her arousal and his seed. It was the way that it was meant to be, she thought dimly, tail swishing against the bed as she dropped a kiss on his lips, tongues brushing tenderly. The taste of him on her lips lingered and Amber hoped that she would never again have to be without it, not as she pressed into his touch, trembling as one of his fingers dipped into her sex.

A couple… At long last. The flame on her tail burned more and more brightly, more and more strongly, as if all that she had ever needed to be her best was his love, always. They were mated and they would never again be apart, learning to live and love as a couple, despite their different species.

Alan nuzzled into her, nose tracing a line across her forehead. Without thinking, the Charmeleon shivered. Oh, that was tender… So sensitive… It was not something that even she had experienced before and, well, she longed, somehow, for more.

“I love you,” he whispered, so very softly. “I always will, Amber.”

She blushed, though the blush was hidden by her skin tone, even if she would not have minded him seeing that more vulnerable side of her too.

“Charmeleon-Char-melon…”

I love you too, master.

_ _

Together as we should always have been. She kissed him deeply, her tongue curling lightly around his. Yet sleep called them, tucking them under the covers, whimpering softly, her sides rising and falling gently on the edge of slumber. In the Pokeballs, the faint sound of the rest of the team cheering could be heard, small and tinny, though there was one deeper, resounding bellow – of approval, of course – from one of Alan’s larger Pokemon too. They all approved and, one day, they would most likely watch Alan and Amber fucking too, for it was all a natural part of lustful life, of course.

It was right, yes… All even more perfect than she could have imagined having his naked body pressed firmly up against hers, all as if there was no difference between them, where her body started and his began. There did not need to be anything there, not at all, not an inch of space, not even her tail hung out of the blankets, not burning anything, for they were safe there.

His soft shaft lay against her inner thigh, brushing up against the heat of her sex. It would only take a soft roll of her hips to press up against him in the morning, letting his morning wood slide back into the silken heat of her sex. And she looked forward to the morning when they would do it all again, time after time again.

Their lives stretched out before them, together, always and forever.

In the heat of fire came healing. And Alan would always be grateful that Amber had been bold enough to take that first step there for both.