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Out of place. That was Dozi’s entire existence, it felt like. Then again, it was easy to be when you were a Krokorok in a forest.

Dozi’s life hadn’t exactly been a straightforward one. He’d never known a day of the wild from the time he’d been born until the day he was released - an egg bred in a Day Care Center, transferred to another trainer who’d had an interest in having a Dark-type team, never fitting in with his more aggressive teammates, being traded again to another trainer, never getting along with the others and not meeting their standards, and finally just being let go to live his own life. A life he’d never lived a day of without someone telling him what to do…it was rather scary and uncomfortable for Dozi, but it wasn’t like he really had been given the choice.

He didn’t like the fact that he was released, but he understood it. It felt like he wasn’t wanted really anywhere he had been, and was more of a nuisance than anything. One of the mons with the second trainer told him he was like getting sand where it doesn’t belong - a metaphor that sank in pretty well, it wasn’t anything he did, it was just the way sand was, it could get into just about anything and wherever it wasn’t wanted it was nothing more than an irritant. And it wasn’t like Dozi had ever wanted to be, but when you didn’t fit in, it just tended to happen. So he had rather hoped that living in the wild would help him find a better station in life.

The problem was, he didn’t know ANYTHING about living in the wild. As a Pokémon, he had some instincts that at least helped him, but he still wasn’t comfortable with his ability to survive. Particularly in a harsh environment like a desert, where food wasn’t exactly commonplace - though he could eat dirt and sand if he had to, thanks to being part Ground-type. But he didn’t usually do that, he wasn’t used to that kind of diet, and he wasn’t sure if there were any problems with subsisting only on that that he wouldn’t know about because he’d never been taught. He knew the basic idea of how to make dens, but not how to make them solid and stable or protect them from the elements. It truly felt like the wild was just another area where he didn’t fit in…but he had to try, it wasn’t like the wild was going to kick him out.

That was how he found himself in the forest. It was a fair distance from where he’d used to live, but not a distance that even a naif like himself couldn’t travel. There he found himself among a grove of wild Pokémon, a few of whom were also released Pokémon like him, so there was a healthy mix of species that one might not normally find there. The climate was good, food and water were plentiful, and the atmosphere was wore welcoming and friendly than any Dozi had ever known before. From the moment he’d arrived, everyone had been friendly, and relaxed, and cordial to him even though he wasn’t really a Pokémon one would find in such an area. And no one had made him feel unwelcome.

Well, one Pokémon did…himself.

It wasn’t because he wanted to be. Dozi really wished he felt more like he fit in, that he was in a place where he felt comfortable and could talk and commune with others without any worries…but they were still there. He was out of place, and he knew what being out of place meant - he was constantly at risk of being sand where it didn’t belong. An irritant, a bother, a problem that needed to be resolved. He couldn’t really understand why he felt that way, but he did, and it kept him from really feeling at home. He tried to tell himself maybe he was just training himself for the desert, learning the skills he would need to be self-sufficient, but deep down he knew the truth - the preparation was for the day he feared would come, that they would rescind their welcome and he would HAVE to leave. And he was getting ever more afraid that he’d slip up and make it a self-fulfilling prophecy.

So he did what he thought he should to prolong his stay: he stayed distant. He wasn’t unfriendly and didn’t push people away, but he didn’t approach, he hung out in the background and let people come to him rather than going to them, and he mostly listened rather than talked when he was in conversations with others. Sometimes he accepted invitations to do things, other times he just hung back and watched, not wanting to make a fool of himself by not knowing what to do. If he felt like he could be annoying someone, he tried to stay away for a bit, and hope that it didn’t escalate. Sometimes he wished he felt like he could approach someone, but he hadn’t worked up the nerve.

And there was one person in particular…

The first day he’d seen him was an otherwise nondescript day. Dozi was sitting against a tree, watching people as they passed by, feeling nervous about speaking up to any of them. At one point, a Minccino and Treecko approached a tree across from him.

“See? There’s a nice ripe one right up there!”

“Uh…you’re right, Kino, it is ripe, but I can’t reach that!”

“No problem!” The Treecko thumped his chest confidently. “I can! Just watch, Rila! You’re looking at an expert climber here!”

The Mincinno Rila looked up dubiously. There was a nice, thick Mago Berry up on a high branch that looked like it was creaking under the weight of just the berry alone. “I…don’t think that branch is gonna hold you. Don’t you remember what happened last time?”

“Relaaaaax! It’ll be fiiiiine!” Dozi could tell that Kino was trying to puff himself up…perhaps he was sweet on the Minccino. He could also tell that it was not a good idea to be traversing that unstable branch. But perhaps he was wrong? He’d seen the Treecko around, he did love to climb and did so well. Perhaps he had a trick that would help him get up there safely. So he kept his mouth shut as Kino romped up the trunk, then started out on the branch. It narrowed rather rapidly as Kino moved further out, but that tantalizing berry was getting ever closer to within reach.

“C’mon…c’mon…” Kino was slowing, sweating a bit as the branch drooped under him, a couple light cracking sounds coming behind him. He didn’t look scared, but the risk was much more stark at this point - he was pretty high up, a fall could hurt. But stepping lightly, he inched closer, trying to keep from overdoing it. Finally he was right within reach, and stretched out his hand, trying to reach for the stem of the berry to drop it down. Closer…closer…

The branch buckled, and Kino pitched forward. The branch fell out from under him, breaking off partly but not fully, but throwing the Treecko towards the ground, head-first. He cried out as the ground quickly approached…

Dozi’s jaw dropped as a blazing form burst from the foliage, leaving ashes and embers behind it. As the flames broke, the figure of a Charmeleon appeared, snatching the Treecko out of mid-air just a couple feet from a bad result. A quick forward roll as he landed, and the Charmeleon stuck on one knee, Kino safely tucked in his arms, clinging fiercely to him. “It’s all right, Kino. You’re okay.”

“A-heh…” Kino didn’t look okay, he looked wide-eyed and shell-shocked…but also like he was still trying to put up a good front. “Uh…thanks, Petryc.”

“No problem.” The Charmeleon rose up, letting the Treecko out of his arms…and as far as Dozi was concerned, he might as well have had a sunbeam shining down right on him and a heavenly choir singing his praises. Never had he seen a Pokémon like this that had struck him so fiercely, made him so captivated…it was yet another unfamiliar thing to him, but this one gave him different responses, a yearning that almost frightened him. Petryc, thankfully, was utterly unaware of his sudden figurative (and almost literal) drooling. “But you really need to start watching out, buddy! I mean, this is the fourth time I’ve had to catch you from a fall, and that doesn’t count all the times I wasn’t there! You’re going out on narrow branches too often!”

“C’mon! I’m not that heavy!” Kino protested.

“You’re clearly heavy enough! I know you like to show how fearless you are, but the way you’re trying to impress everyone, you’re going to impress the ground and it doesn’t yield very well!”

“Ugh…yeah, you’re probably right…” The Treecko drooped a bit, sulking. “I used to be able to go on any branch I wanted! Why’d I have to get so big…”

“It’s called being a grown Pokémon, happens to all of us,” chuckled Petryc, patting Kino on the head. “Now go on, I think Rila’s a bit worried about you!”

Deflated, the Treecko headed back over to the Minccino, who was looking rather annoyed at him, tapping her foot as he approached. “Didn’t I tell you? C’mon, Kino, I know you saw how thin that branch was! No berry was worth that!”

“Sorry, Rila…I just…wanted to show you I could help you get it, I know you wanted that berry.”

“I wanted that TYPE of berry, doofus, there’s plenty of other places we could get it around here. Definitely ones that won’t get your head beaned by the freaking EARTH, even if it is full of cotton wadding rather than brains.” Rila sighed as Kino looked away, obviously chastened. “But…well, you did sort of achieve your goal, I guess.” She pointed above them, where the broken branch was hanging down, the berry within reach of the trunk and clearly within a couple good tugs of being downed.

“…Yeah! I did! Uh, hang on!” Kino hopped up and quickly got to the berry, holding tight as he yanked with one hand. After a few pulls, the branch broke off completely, and Kino could jump down and pull the berry off directly. Of course, immediately, he presented it to Rila. “For you!”

“You’re lucky you’re such a charming doofus.” Rila pecked the Treecko on the cheek. “C’mon. Let’s SHARE this berry…and maybe some other things.”

The two walked off, and Dozi was just in time to see Petryc head off into the trees, the flaming tail receding into the distance. His heart pined for the Charmeleon, wanting to go up to him and gush about how cool he was with that rescue…but he shook his head, casting the idea away. That would just be pestering, and that wasn’t what he wanted to do. He’d probably just have to accept that he wouldn’t be doing anything, just like with anyone else…

———

But it was different with Petryc. Dozi just couldn’t get him out of his head.

Sometimes it was dreams. Sometimes it was daydreams. Sometimes it was him actively watching Petryc in action, observing the Charmeleon without ever actually approaching him to talk to him. And no matter what the context, it ended the same way: with Dozi desperate for more.

He didn’t even really know what it was. He’d never felt this way about anyone before, he’d liked others but never been completely enraptured with them. It felt like everything about Petryc was perfect to Dozi - his muscular form that was clearly fitter than the average Charmeleon, even if he wasn’t really taller than a normal one; the smooth and confident demeanor he had, always seeming like he knew exactly what to do and how to do it; the clear power he possessed, evident even in the very laid-back battles they did - Petryc was very obviously dialing it back and still was one of the best of everyone in their little patch of the forest; and, perhaps most of all, the raw, reptilian sex appeal that had Dozi weak in the knees. As awkward as he was, Dozi had yet to enjoy the attentions of anything but his own claws, and his inhibitions kept him from trying to seek out more. For a long time he wasn’t even sure what he wanted…well, now he knew, and what he knew he wanted was Petryc. He would have done just about anything Petryc wanted, he felt, as long as it would get him into close contact with him.

Of course, it wasn’t just lust that drew him - really, Dozi just wanted Petryc, in any and every way. As a friend, as a sex partner, as a mentor, as just a buddy to do stuff with, anything would have done. Except…Dozi couldn’t go up to him and ask. Petryc was just SO amazing, and he was nothing, just a castoff Krokorok who didn’t belong anywhere and wasn’t impressive in any way. How could he ever hope to be of any worth to such an amazing person? Petryc was well-known and well-liked all around, everyone seemed to be his friend, he didn’t need one more Krokorok hanger-on in his life…those thoughts made it far too intimidating to ever approach Petryc, even as he struggled because his inner urges wanted to so badly.

The result was, perhaps, less than wholesome. He started to spy on Petryc.

Dozi knew it wasn’t really acceptable behavior, but his struggling mind was desperate to convince him that it was the perfect solution. He could get his fix of salivating over Petryc without actually going up and annoying him with his presence. So that was what he did. Pretty much every day, for a little while at least, he watched Petryc in whatever he was doing. Sometimes he was in public, just part of the crowd, but sometimes he was hidden away, spying from the shadows. Sometimes Petryc was out in the open and doing things with others, sometimes he was on his own, relaxing or doing things privately. As long as Dozi got his fix in, he was able to sleep soundly, letting his nocturnal fantasies be the only time he got ‘close’ to Petryc. If he didn’t, he’d end up pining for more, and it would make it harder for him to focus on anything else.

It was embarrassing to him, but what could he do? Well, find healthier outlets or just go up and talk to him like a normal person, but Dozi had convinced himself he couldn’t. Even as he knew that this was more likely to piss Petryc off than anything else, would be probably what got him kicked out and ostracized, he needed this and couldn’t figure out how to fight it. He’d been caught only once, and not by Petryc but another Pokémon who saw him peeping through bushes; that had been embarrassing, and he’d apologized for making the other feel awkward, but they had laughed it off, saying that he was a Dark-type and they weren’t even surprised, and as long as he wasn’t going to hurt Petryc they weren’t going to make a stink over it. Dozi had assured them rather vociferously that harm was the last thing they wanted for Petryc, and the Charmeleon surely could overwhelm him without breaking a sweat, and that had seemed to settle it…and getting away with it once had only embedded him further in his habits, giving him less incentive to stop himself.

That was how Dozi figured it would go until he was inevitably exposed to the subject of his desires and would have to move on to drier pastures. He hadn’t yet figured out that he was wrong about a lot of things, and this was no different.

It had started off the usual way, or at least a way that was fairly usual. Dozi had held off as long as he could, but inevitably the need for a dose of Petryc got to him, and he went to deliberately seek him out. He had gotten quite familiar with the usual places Petryc went, and by going through them one by one, he had no trouble finding the Charmeleon. Today, it seemed that Petryc was taking it easy; he’d been doing that a little bit more in the last couple weeks, ever since an incident that he wasn’t talking about. Dozi was curious what had happened, it had been a day he hadn’t been able to find Petryc at all and no one knew what was going on; the Charmeleon had returned, and hadn’t talked about why he’d suddenly disappeared, and Dozi hadn’t seen anything to suggest anything was wrong with him apart from the fact that he was relaxing a bit more often. Not that it really mattered, any Petryc was good Petryc, but seeing what he could do with his body was always more impressive.

Still, he’d hunkered down in his bush, peering out as quietly as he could be. It was pretty amazing to him that he hadn’t been caught yet, after all the times he’d been peeping…someone had suggested to him once that Dark-types were harder to detect when doing sneaky things, which he didn’t know if that was true or not, but there didn’t seem to be many other alternative explanations. Whatever the case, he was glad for it, because it made it easier for him to see what he wanted to see. Petryc was just laying there, not doing anything; he wasn’t quite asleep, but Dozi could see that his eyes were closed, almost like he was trying to sleep. Sleep was probably the least interesting thing to observe, but again, Petryc was Petryc.

But then…something new. Petryc had had both hands behind his head at first, but then his right slipped out from that position and moved southward…Dozi’s eyes slowly widened as he saw it trail down to the Charmeleon’s groin, starting to rub himself over his slit. His claws clenched in the dirt as he watched this - out of all the things he’d watched, he’d never seen Petryc actually get SEXUAL before. Sure he was sexy, but the acts were something completely out of left field. And it made the feeling of peeping on him even dirtier…but Dozi couldn’t pull himself away.

His breathing intensified, much like Petryc’s was as he rubbed his claws over his slit. It seemed like it was going on forever, and Dozi’s eyes were engrossed on it, not wanting to miss what surely had to be a sensational reveal. But on and on it went, with nothing coming out…and then he saw two claws plunge inside that slit, and Petryc’s back arch as he moaned a bit, shivering in obvious pleasure. The spicy scent had reached Dozi’s nose, he was doing everything he could to keep quiet but his arousal wasn’t going to be denied, his own sandpapery dick slipping out to leak against the grass. It surely couldn’t have held a candle to Petryc’s…but where was it? Did he just have such incredible control over himself that he could keep from everting even while he was clawing his own slitflesh? As far as Dozi was concerned, nothing was too amazing for Petryc.

But he hadn’t realized what his reactions were going to get him. Petryc’s eyes suddenly opened, and Dozi’s heart nearly stopped as those eyes zeroed in on his bush, his face curling in a smirk. “Don’t think I can’t smell you out there…horny little deve…”

Shit shit shit shit SHIT. The Krokorok was frozen in terror, aside from an involuntary tremble that shook the leaves around him. He’d gotten away with a lot, but his musk gave him away - he had one that spread pretty well, not as well as a volatile Fire-type’s but still quite potent. He’d never had this happen before, so he just hadn’t accounted for it…now all that was left to do was wait for disaster.

Disaster didn’t come. “Don’t just sit there shivering like a Bunnelby. Come on out.” Forceful, yet friendly. There wasn’t a hint of anger to be found.

Gulping, Dozi obeyed. It wasn’t easy getting his shaky limbs to cooperate, but he eventually stood up and made his way awkwardly out into Petryc’s field of view. Face flushed a deeper red than the bands on his cock, which alternated a deep red and black, the blunt tip drooling pre…it had to be the most crude sight to see in front of the Charmeleon’s eyes, how could he ever live it down? Petryc wasn’t moving, though, and it took a moment for Dozi to realize that he hadn’t stopped fingering himself.

“Rrrr…now that’s what I was hoping for. Don’t think I haven’t noticed you trying to stay in the shadows...you didn’t have to do that, you know. But that doesn’t matter now.” Dozi’s eyes went wide as saucers as Petryc slid down more onto his back on the ground and spread his legs further, and stretched open his slit with his claws, licking his chops a bit as he gave a beckoning look to the Krokorok. “Since you’ve been watching, you mighta noticed that I’m missing a dick in here. Care to help me fix that problem?”

It was such a blatant come-on that even Dozi couldn’t possibly have misinterpreted it. His brain had pretty much blue screened by this point, and he barely even realized he was moving as he stepped towards Petryc, still not really convinced this was actually happening. But the scent of lust was hanging heavier in the air as he got closer, a spicy and fresh scent that stoked a heat in Dozi’s loins that made his erection pump up even a touch more. All of this as he was trying to process what was going on with Petryc - he’d never had any hint that the Charmeleon was a slitboy, in fact he was pretty sure he’d heard things that suggested otherwise, though his thoroughly muddled brain couldn’t come up with any specific example. But all that was overshadowed by one important truth: Petryc wanted HIM. And the Charmeleon who had him wrapped around his little claw was going to get what he wanted for sure.

Dozi snapped back into reality as he found himself leaning over Petryc, his cock brushing against the hot hide and leaving a wet streak. He almost melted as he heard Petryc murr from just that touch. “Oh, yeah, that’s perfect…nice and gritty, slick and oily, it feels like heaven.” Dozi was pretty sure he reached a level of blush that shouldn’t have been physically possible, and wondered if there was any blood left in him that wasn’t in his face or his cock. He slowly shifted himself, trying to line up with that slit…just as he did, though, Petryc’s hand suddenly grabbed his snout and yanked it down. Dozi yelped, muffledly, as Petryc suddenly nipped at his snout, not drawing blood but he could feel the fangs pinch a bit. Petryc gave a cheeky little snicker, and then licked just where he’d nipped. “Just needed to make sure I got your attention, sexy little sneak…because I wanna make sure you hear this. I get the feeling you’re not used to this, so don’t think too much about it. Let your body do the talking…and if you listen, you’ll be able to tell that your body wants to rut me like I’m a common cumslut. I’d better not feel you do anything less.”

The order was registered as clear and important as if it had been literally branded on Dozi’s brain. Maybe the words carried heat hot enough to actually do so, for all that his body fixated on it. Almost immediately, though, he could feel the tension in his pent-up body, the lust that surged to levels unprecedented in his life, the desire to unleash himself and do what instinct wanted him to do. He didn’t need to think too much - he had a cock and a body that wanted to push it into something, and Petryc had a slit that wanted a cock to pierce it with all he could give. It was a simple equation. With that in mind, he leaned down over Petryc, got a tight grip, and slammed his cock into that waiting slit.

Immediately, two cries rang out into the air - Petryc’s ecstatic yowl and Dozi’s more subdued but heavenly moan, spurred on by a raw thunderbolt of pleasure that coursed through them from the first engagement. Dozi had to pause, overwhelmed by the first time plunging into a tight, wet, hot hole that wanted him so badly…a potent squirt of precum had splashed in, making the passage even more soaked and adding some graininess to the equation. He’d gone all the way into the hilt…it felt so tight, yet so yielding, wanting and accepting him as if it had been waiting for years. And that heat…it felt like his shaft was being baked, but in the most fantastic way, lighting up his nerves in pleasure rather than agony. All of it too much for him to process immediately, freezing him up as the overload stopped him cold.

But not for long…the backlog loosened up a little as he felt that slit squeeze on him, rousing him from the paralysis of pleasure. He steadied himself and started to pull out, and then thrust back in…even the leakage he’d already let loose made the friction higher, he could feel that gritty sensation that his cock loved so much as it slurped in and out of that sopping slit. He couldn’t stop himself from moaning and grunting constantly as he felt that pleasure erupting through him, barely able to keep up with it all but loving every single second of it.

And his partner was clearly loving it just as much, with all the noise he was making. “Fuuuuuck, that feels so damned amazing…gah, that coarseness, that grit…rake me fucking raw, yeah…” Dozi could feel the Charmeleon’s legs lock behind his, holding them in a tight grip that made him feel like he had no chance of pulling away beyond just enough to keep humping, and his arms wrapped around the Krokorok’s body, keeping him nice and close and coaxing him on, giving no option for him to stop - not that he would want to, but it just was a subtle reminder who was in charge here. And that was actually helping, Dozi didn’t need to worry about making the wrong choice here, Petryc was making the important decisions for him. All he had to do was what he was tasked to do, and that was to fuck the hell out of that hot slit.

So he kept at it, humping hard and fast, letting his body act freely, his mind allowed to revel in the pleasure of that perfect passage. Every thrust made things more sloppy, his gritty precum mingling with Petryc’s hot fluids, providing a wild experience that was infinitely more enjoyable and novel than his claws. The scent of Petryc’s musk was thick in his nose, making him almost delirious - it was a scent that was literally flawless, he could have smelled nothing else for weeks and never missed anything else. The sounds of the Charmeleon’s pleasure were also perfect, exceptional growls of aggressive eagerness, demanding more from Dozi…his body was rutting Petryc like he was a common cumslut, just as directed, but Dozi had no illusions that there was anything submissive or yielding about him, and that felt like just how it should be.

“Ah, fuck…harder, give it to me!” Petryc yelled breathlessly, almost pulling the Krokorok in. “Yessss…you’re doing great for a beginner…hrah, I love that scratchy heat…bet you’re loving it, huh?”

“Ah…y-yes…ssssso much…” Dozi’s moaning reply felt almost feeble, all his energy was going into his rutting. “It’s so hot and amazing…I never…knew that you were like this…never imagined…you were a slitboy…”

“Hah…that’s…because I wasn’t…until just a couple…weeks ago.”

Dozi almost paused, might have if Petryc hadn’t pulled on him a bit. “Wh-what?”

“Got messed with…by a Ditto…never realized until I was mid-orgasm, and they…hah, warped me to this…didn’t wanna, ahngh, tell anyone ‘bout it…but, ah, I’ve been needing this so bad…”

“P-petryc! I’ve, I’ve got to stop, I’ve gotta pull out!” The protests were not met with concurrent action, Dozi’s hips still crashing into Petryc’s body with most of the vigor they had had. “I’m…I’m a Dark-type, I could…you might not be able to fix it!” That much, Dozi was well aware of - all that time spent around other Dark-types with his first trainer had provided him some insights, including the corruptive nature of their fluids - corruptions that tended to prey on transformations, making them radically more difficult to undo. It didn’t even have to be with intent, just the taint of darkness they naturally had could sink in, though intent could channel deeper and more lingering corruption…Dozi was all too aware now that he was at risk of condemning Petryc to his state if he didn’t stop right away.

But all that meant nothing when Petryc grabbed the back of his head, giving him an almost frightening grin. “Dozi. You are going to flood…my fucking slit…with every drop of your cum. And you are going…to LOVE it.”

Dozi was now half-convinced that Petryc was some kind of secret Psychic-type that somehow could bypass even the usual dark resistance, because upon that order the prospect of pulling out was immediately banished from the Krokorok’s head. There were no more words, he resumed his fucking with an additional fervor, sloppy smacks getting louder as more of their shared fluids splashed out of that slit, making a steamy mess of both of their groins. Thoughts of the consequences vanished, refocusing Dozi on the raw pleasure, the bliss of that amazing slit, the steamy heat his dick was being bathed in every time, and all the incredible things about Petryc that he had craved and finally had in his hands…or maybe Petryc had him in HIS hands, but either way. He could have been like this forever…

His body, however, had other ideas, and the throbbing of his cock in that clenching passage told him that his time at the top was short. For the sake of serving Petryc’s wishes, he put everything he had into those final thrusts, drilling hard and deep into that slit, deeper than he was sure he should be going, but the Charmeleon had given him direction and he was merely to take it. His arms slipped underneath Petryc as the Charmeleon pushed against him, gripping him tight with his clawed hands as he ravaged that slit for all it was worth, the abrasive sensations making Petryc howl louder and with more excitement. He was so close, just a little bit more…

Petryc triggered it, one last fervent spasm of that slit down on his dick and Dozi was brought to an explosive finale. His cry was as loud as he’d been maybe ever as he slammed in one last time and gushed out a boatload of tacky, grainy spunk that rapidly shot into every available space within that slit and then made more of its own. And then Petryc roared out and grabbed him HARD, and Dozi felt a rush of heat flushing over his staff…and from there, he was little more than a toy for Petryc, the Charmeleon thrashing underneath him, veritably shoving himself up on that cock as he worked a powerful climax out of himself, grinding hard and fast like he was trying to ruin his slit walls with the grit being shoved into him. All of which prolonged Dozi’s orgasm well beyond when he thought he’d be done, pushing his already taxed mind to the limit…how he managed to hang on to consciousness, he didn’t even know, but he somehow made it all the way to when Petryc finally slumped back on the ground, panting hard but sounding exceptionally satisfied. Dozi couldn’t hold himself up much longer, and fell onto Petryc, giving one last push into that slit and making some of their cum ooze out onto them. The two laid there for a good bit, trying to catch their breaths and recover from the exemplary fuck.

Eventually, Dozi managed to wearily push himself off of Petryc and pull out of the Charmeleon’s slit. Rolling over, he somehow propped himself up on his butt, still heaving and looking at the mess. Petryc’s slit was still stretched wide, the discolored spunk splattered all around it. It was slowly dawning on Dozi what he’d done, that he’d unleashed his taint on the fiery reptile…but, he’d been asking for it, hadn’t he? Surely it couldn’t have been wrong if that was what Petryc wanted…and, just maybe, there was a bit of basal satisfaction having done so, regardless of the permission. He was starting to understand a bit why the others had enjoyed it…

After a bit longer, Petryc finally sat up as well; he was still catching his breath, too, but there was an unmistakable grin on his face. “Wow…I’d heard that could be good, but that was GOOD. That was your first time? You fucked like a champ, usually first-timers hold back too much.”

“Ah…w-well, you wanted that, and I wanted to, uhm, give it to you…” Dozi rubbed his head; he’d never talked one-on-one with Petryc before, it was hard to know what to say. “Uh…are you…really okay with, uh…what I did?”

“Hell yeah. Gonna be honest, it was just what I was looking for.”

“Huh?”

“Might sound weird, but…honestly, after that Ditto sucked up my junk, it didn’t feel as bad as I thought it would. Was kind of a shock when I realized that I wasn’t really missing having a cock much…and then when I started stuffing my slit, it was…really kinda mind-blowing just how naturally it all came to me, almost like I shoulda been a slitboy to start with.” Petryc shrugged and chuckled. “So if I like it that much, what’s a bitta corruption to keep me like that? And you were perfect, because I also really wanted that first slit-fucking to be a Ground-type, because I’d be super sensitive to all that friction. And you knocked it outta the fuckin’ park, I’ve never had my mind blown by sex like that!”

“I did?” Dozi felt his heart skip a beat. Praise from the guy he’d been pining for…well, it was hard to beat that. “I never knew someone would want that…”

“Damn, you must notta been around too many Fire-types, then. But trust me, it was a blast! Especially the end there, felt like I was grinding sand against every inch of my slit and holy shit, I was seeing stars, let me tell you!”

“Wow…I’m…I’m really glad I could…get to do this with you…and give you that kind of pleasure…”

Petryc snickered a bit. “Don’t tell me you’re gonna get all shy on me again! We just fucked, I think you can relax a bit. And you don’t have to worry about the whole ‘spying on me’ thing, I honestly was wondering how long it’d take you to actually come out and say something! I was trying to get it through to you that you were welcome to, but I guess you didn’t pick up on it.”

“Eep! Sorry! I just, uh…” Dozi was at a loss. He’d built Petryc up so much in his head, this godly Charmeleon who was untouchable and unapproachable…and suddenly it was hitting him that Petryc didn’t see himself that way at all. And that was leading him to realize he really had no idea what to say.

“Heh, don’t worry too much about it. I think I get the picture.” Petryc leaned forward, grinning slyly. “You loosened up most when you were doing exactly what I told you to…did it feel good, just letting yourself be commanded like that?”

That had Dozi thinking for a moment. Reflecting on everything…yes, he had been pretty commandable, hadn’t he? And it had helped him relax when he just…stopped worrying about his decisions and listened to someone else make them. “I, uh…yeah, it, it did…”

“Figured. I heard you were trained, probably not someone who was used to being on his own. Well, I happen to like being in control a little bit, myself…so I think this can work out great. ‘Cuz I’m gonna need a LOT more of that cock in my life, and in one part of my life in particular…and the guy it’s attached to seems like he’s pretty cool, too, and could use some attention of his own.” Petryc motioned to Dozi, who found himself scooting over almost automatically; it felt very good, very calming to have Petryc telling him what to do, the Charmeleon had so much confidence, it just made sense. Soon he was leaning his head against the Charmeleon’s shoulder, smiling placidly as Petryc’s warm hand rubbed up against his sandy scales.

“You and I are gonna get on great, I can tell. I can help you feel more confident, come outta your shell a bit and get a little more open, and you can be nice and happy doing what I want you to do and plugging every hole I have with that fantastic dick of yours. Sound good to you?”

“Mmm…yes…” It was the first time Dozi could remember being genuinely full-on happy in the longest time. All the worries and fears he’d had about the whole thing felt like they had vanished into nothing…he wouldn’t have to scrounge for all the Petryc he could grub for, he had instead a Charmeleon that wanted him around and wanted him to be the sand in his life. And Dozi wanted that, too…even if he got more confident and self-assured in general, he had a feeling he’d always want to just obey Petryc. It just felt like his place.