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For a split second, the entire living room was bathed in gleaming light before everything returned to darkness, heavy thunder rumbling in the distance as blustering winds threw massive drops of rain against the windows. The first thunderstorm of the year had arrived, and I had taken the opportunity to cozy up on my couch and watch the relentless forces of nature from the comfort of my own home. Already in my pajamas and wrapped in a warm, fuzzy blanket with a cup of tea in my hands, I couldn't have wished for a better way to spend the evening.

That wasn't true for everyone, though, because I had just taken the first sip of tea when a high-pitched whimper broke through the growling thunder. Turning around, I spotted a little cyndaquil squeezing through the ajar living room door, stumbling his way toward the couch only to flinch and fall over when a harsh thunderclap shook the building to its foundation. A squeal of pure terror escaped the timid creature as he lay there, helplessly flailing with all four legs before he curled up into a trembling ball of anxiety.

"Oh dear, I'm sorry, Ember! I forgot how much you hate lightning storms," I gasped and put my cup down before I slipped off the sofa to save the quivering bundle from its terror. Gently, I wrapped my hands around his warm, fluffy body and lifted him up, cradling him closely against my chest. "Don't worry, it'll be over soon," I whispered, stroking his back while I returned to the couch, and once I was all wrapped up in my blanket again, I gave the cyndaquil a soft kiss on the forehead. "There. You're safe now, sweetie."

Still rubbing Ember's fluffy back, my attempts to soothe him soon bore fruit. His trembling lessened, his breath calmed, and he eventually even raised his head to hug me back with his stubby little arms. Yet, the incessant flashes of lightning and cracks of thunder kept him wincing and whimpering, so he finally turned around and climbed into the cutout of my pajamas, wiggling his chubby butt at me as he wormed underneath the fabric into warm, dark safety.

I couldn't hold back a chuckle as the cyndaquil squirmed and shuffled around on my chest until he found a good spot on my belly, finally curling up with a relieved sigh. Snuggled up close to me, the raging thunderstorm no longer upset him as much. Moreover, he also warmed my midriff like a fuzzy, living hot-water bottle, and relaxed by the comforting heat, I sat back on the sofa and grabbed my cup of tea to carry on where I had left off, watching the show outside the window while idly patting the little bump under the blanket.

The epicenter of the thunderstorm lasted for another fifteen minutes before the lightning strikes became fewer and farther in between, the departing thunder soon little more than a purr in the distance. Or perhaps that was just the cyndaquil resting on my belly? I wasn't sure, but I hardly cared as the noise, warmth, and advancing darkness made me increasingly drowsy, my eyes soon falling shut before I drifted off to sleep.

After an otherwise uneventful night, it was the first rays of the rising morning sun that roused me from my slumber, and as I woke up from the unplanned rest on the couch with a groan and stretch, an odd sensation caught my attention. While I quickly identified the warm weight on my abdomen as Ember, his position had changed quite a bit overnight. He had shifted downward in his sleep and slipped his entire head underneath the rim of my pajama pants, his slender, tapered muzzle nestled up against my fully engorged morning wood.

I groaned as the cyndaquil's hot breath washed across my sensitive cock, making it pulse and drip a bit of pre onto his soft, warm pelt. Having been exposed to the fire type's natural body heat all night had also left me soaked in sweat and short of breath, so I grabbed the edge of the blanket and yanked it back to allow the trapped heat to dissipate. It still wasn't quite enough, so I reached for the seams of my pajama top next and peeled the fabric off my soaked skin, pulling it over my head to bare my naked chest and the rear half of the bump on my abdomen.

Looking down, Ember's round, plump ass greeted me in its fluffy glory, his chubby thighs spread wide to show off all of his lewd treasure. Up above, his big, soft pucker lazily winked at me while his furless, walnut-sized nuts rested on my midriff, pinning his bent-back pink taper against my sweaty skin, and his morning wood was no less erect than mine, reaching all the way to my navel to fill it with droplets of hot, sticky pre.

Enchanted by the sight, I gently wrapped my hands around the sleeping male's plush buttocks and began to massage them with circling strokes. Unlike my skin, his fur was completely dry, as toasty as a heated blanket, and so silky smooth that I could've stroked him like this for the rest of the day. Spreading and squishing his plump butt cheeks was simply addictive, and I dug my fingers deeper and deeper into his fur, grinning as his asshole flexed and his swollen nuts clenched in response.

Until now, I hadn't been sure if Ember was awake or not, but that question resolved itself when the cyndaquil returned my affections with a sleepy squeak. Taking a deep whiff of my sweaty cock, he then parted his lips with a smack and darted out his tongue, relishing my aroma with much more eager, broader licks and huffs.

"Good morning, Ember," I cooed and pulled down my pants just far enough to unveil the rest of the cyndaquil.

Squeezing my rod against his chest, the little male responded with a hungry squeak, his heart thumping a mile a minute as his excitement surged, as did his body heat. Still far from the temperatures he could reach in self-defense, it still made me sweat harder, but I hardly cared as his heating rump also unleashed a puff of his steamy scent, a musk so eye-watering and pungent, yet so rich and laced with intoxicating pheromones that I couldn't help but want more of it.

Tightening my grip around Ember's hips, I pulled the chubby male up to my chest and bent over him, burying my face in his fluffy backside. With my nose against his supple ring, I took a deep whiff of his raw, addictive aroma right from the source, and my lips were in the perfect spot too. Pressed against his smooth nuts, I greeted each of the hot orbs with a kiss before I curled my tongue around one of them and guided it into my mouth, sucking and slurping on it like delicious candy. Only that he didn't taste as sweet, but much saltier, more savory, his heavy male flavors laced with sweat and a hint of pre.

Stunned by my initiative, the cyndaquil let out a breathy whimper, the air above his heating back flickering as he hugged me with both arms and legs, but his lust-addled torpor wouldn't last. Too great was his desire for more, and he slowly inched his way back toward my crotch, huffing and licking the sweaty trail to my pubes with hungry whines until he came into reach of my uncut cock.

Without wasting another second, the chubby feral reached out and wrapped his forepaws around my throbbing fuck meat, indulging my tip with a big, greedy lick. Dragging his tongue across my cumslit, he lapped up my pre and swallowed it with a high, vibrating moan before he unleashed a ravenous assault on the rest of my glans, tucking his wet, hot taster under my foreskin to stretch and slurp it in a wild dance.

Ember's enthusiasm coaxed a fresh squirt of pre from my rod, and I clenched my fingers around his hips as the intense stimulation thickened the horny mist around my brain and made me drool even harder. So much so that I decided to put my own tongue to better use as well, and I dragged it along the cyndaquil's perineum to his clenching pucker. Circling it around the hot, sweaty rim a few times, I bode my time for the perfect moment to strike, waiting for him to finally relax so I could slam my eager muscle deep into his ass.

The cyndaquil cried out in surprise as my tongue invaded his sphincter, a brief flash of fire erupting from his back before he continued his affections with twice the vigor, needily gulping and suckling on my tip while squeezing and kneading the rest of my penis with restless paws. All the while, his twitching taper kept spreading the mess on my midriff, smearing sticky pre all across my sweaty skin to mingle our horny scents.

The stronger scent came from the chubby pokemon, though, and tongue-deep in the rawest source of his addictive aroma, I thrashed and squirmed my taster around in a passionate tongue kiss, slowly but steadily loosening him up while I slurped and licked every inch within my reach. And every time I lashed my tongue against his pleasure button, I was rewarded with a particularly throaty squeal and a powerful flex from his rod, slathering me with even more of his pre as he was surprisingly wet and leaky for a fire-type.

United with Ember in carnal bliss, it didn't take long until a telling tension rose in my chest, an orgasm building in my loins, and with it came an urge for even more than just his scent and licks. Dragging my tongue out of his loose, slickened butthole, I kissed him on the taint and purred, "Ready for a real stuffing, sweetie?"

I needn't ask twice, as the cyndaquil jumped up as if he had been waiting for his cue, whirling around so fast I had to grab him before he tumbled off my belly. Drumming his paws against my chest, he backed up against my shaft, grinding and wagging his rump against my cock with lusty whines.

"I see, you're just as eager as me," I chuckled.

Letting out another needy whimper, Ember drummed and tapped my chest even harder, greedily huffing and slurping up the sweat and pre on my hot, reddened skin while he tried to align his pucker with my rod, which was easier said than done in his current position as he mostly just rubbed his nuts against my tip.

"Alright, here you go, Ember~" Grabbing my cock, I guided it to his hole with one hand while steadying him with the other.

The cyndaquil's ring had barely touched my tip when he already pushed back, claiming the first inch with a wet pop. From there, I took care of the rest with a gentle thrust of my hips, stretching his slick, swelteringly hot insides with another two inches, and his heavenly, clenching tightness was made all the sweeter by his guttural cry of bliss, his muzzle ajar and his tongue lolling out, dripping with drool.

"Fuck, as tight as ever. You've got the best butt, Ember," I grunted, savoring his hot snugness for another moment before I bent forward and grabbed his head, dragging my tongue along his slender, tapered snout before sliding it deep into his open muzzle in a sloppy French kiss.

The fluffy male reciprocated my kiss with a horny squeal, wrapping his tiny tongue around mine to pull it even deeper into his hot muzzle and suckle on it like on a teat, muffling his own cries while I began to fuck him properly, fitting in another inch with slow, but forceful thrusts. And while the small feral didn't manage to take my entire length to the balls, I made the rest count, pulling back out all the way to the tip to plow and stretch him as deeply and thoroughly as possible, squeezing and squishing his prostate at every thrust. I even slipped my hand into the steamy, sweaty gap between our bellies, feeling for his swollen, throbbing taper to jerk him off.

Showered with love and affection from all sides, Ember didn't last much longer, and when he finally popped into a powerful orgasm, he tore his muzzle away from my face and arched up, howling out in utter bliss. Four flashes of fire erupted from his back in rapid bursts like the flares on a heavy metal concert, each accompanied by a resounding thwump and a blast of scorching heat, and where he was blazing fire from the back, the other side provided me with a much wetter, somehow even more explosive experience. Twitching and flexing faster than a butterfree's flapping wings, his jumping taper showered me with a violent barrage of spurts, dousing every patch of my sweaty chest with his thick, hot seed in the blink of an eye, some spurts reaching as far as to my face while he nutted a whole week's worth of my loads in a single go.

The cyndaquil's eruption was over as abruptly as it had begun, as he finished dumping his entire load across my chest in just five seconds, but that didn't mean that his climax was over. Far from it, actually, as his ring kept clenching around my cock with frantic, relentless contractions, squeezing and massaging my sensitive shaft until the rush carried me over the edge as well. "Ember, I'm cumming, too," I gasped, shoving my cock inside him one more time before I succumbed to an orgasm so intense that it blurred my vision and my thoughts into a lusty whirl. Pulsing and flexing inside his tight guts, I filled him with spurt after spurt while dragging him into another deep, steamy kiss, wrestling tongues in a slippery struggle.

Clench after clench, tightening and convulsing with rippling undulations, Ember's tight ass sucked my nuts dry, gulping up every drop until it was finally satisfied and let go, slackening so much that my cock almost slipped out on its own. I just had to pull on it once to pop the tip out as well, and once it flopped onto my abdomen, I lifted the cyndaquil further up so I didn't have to bend over as far to shower the fire-type male with more hot, wet kisses.

I kept making out with Ember well into the afterglow, sharing my utter joy with the feral male as my fading lust made way for a bout of pure love and adoration. Squeezing his butt and rubbing his back, licking his lips and plastering his muzzle and neck with lavish kisses, another five minutes passed before I let go of him, but when I removed my hands from his chubby body, he hugged me all the tighter, wrapping itself around my chest with all fours spread across me, groaning softly while he basked in the mess of cum and pre.

"Ah, I love you so much, Ember," I sighed, stroking the cyndaquil's back while he returned my words with a loving lick and a purr, lazily grinding his retracting, cum-soaked cock against me. "That said, I think it's high time for a shower." After all, I was marinated in my own sweat, we were both reeking of cum and sex, and I couldn't let his seed soak in too much either because it was so odorous and persistent that even other humans would soon be able to tell that he had nutted all over me.

Even though Ember was a fire type, he didn't protest the suggestion, just clinging on to me even tighter when I got up and made my way to the door. "And once we're clean, we're going to have a big breakfast and I'll even make you some scrambled eggs," I promised, and his excited squeal warmed my heart as much as his body and cum, making me happier than ever to share my home and bed with the adorable cyndaquil throughout the scariest thunderstorms and coziest mornings.