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It was starting to get annoying how often he was wrong about this matter.

It would be too far to say things were entirely unusual over the next few days, but they were a slight departure from normal, too. Drez's sleep was pockmarked by dreams where Villo was there...the Zangoose being his cute, fuzzy self, though with only some vague impressions to work off of. The thought of him was less pervasive during the day, but here and there Drez caught himself wondering if Villo was doing all right, if the Hydreigon had come after him again or someone else had gotten to him. He didn't seem like a capable fighter, he was probably pretty vulnerable...and that's usually when he caught himself and mentally smacked those thoughts out of him. There was no reason for him to be so hung up on the guy, he had his own life to worry about!

A life which had been unusually busy lately. Challenges to him had ticked up quite a lot - it wasn't uncommon to get a challenge several days straight, but Drez over the next four was getting three or more. Someone had gotten to spreading around that the incident that had happened with the Zangoose was proof that he'd gone soft, and he would be an easy target...somehow, putting each and every opponent down, a streak that was unusual even for him, didn't seem to be quelling that, and he was getting irritated. Apparently, there WAS such a thing as too much fighting even for him, and he would have liked a little more peace and quiet for a while. Of course, his three biggest rivals had come at him multiple times - Pacon was jumping in daily, even, never seeming to get that his last defeat wasn't going to suddenly turn into a victory overnight.

On the fifth day after the Hydreigon encounter, Drez had scarcely set foot outside his den when Nino jumped him. It might have been an effective ambush, if it hadn't been his third time in four days trying it - by this point, Drez was ready for it, and ornery enough to take it a step further. A fiery punch to the jaw, a knee to the stomach, a stomp on the tail and a Brick Break to the back of the head, and Nino was down in less than a minute. As it typically was - Nino was a frustrating battle on even ground, as the scrawny scrapper used his speed and deviousness to leap in, strike, and escape back, making it challenging to counterattack...but in close-quarters duke-it-out combat, he was at a decided disadvantage, especially against someone with Drez's stature and power.

But today Drez wasn't just leaving it at the beatdown. He pounced on the downed Charmeleon, grabbing and pinning him and yanking his tail out of the way. His growing, steaming cock started to grind against Nino's tailhole, eliciting a light growl of defiance from the smaller reptile. "Oh, shut your trap, bitch. You started it, you can't complain," snarled Drez, jerking that tail again before thrusting in, letting himself swell to full hardness inside those steamy confines.

Several Charmeleons were looking on, with a few smirks their way. Not a one of them was bothered by the scene - it was a regular thing most days. A bunch of spitfires in their sexual prime, living in a steam cloud of testosterone, of course they all fucked, and without shyness or reservation between them. As usual, it was largely oriented around status or dominance, the bigger and stronger and higher-status guys were the ones on top and the others were taking it. Often times it was entirely consensual, if transactional - if one was a bigger and stronger Char, those who knew they weren't up to that level could came and trade sex for favors, letting themselves be used in order to get something out of it that they weren't likely to get on their own. Drez had guys coming to him regularly for that reason, and for that he rarely hesitated to take his fill - if sex was going to throw itself at him, he'd hardly be in a mood to say no. But there was also the other way it could happen: if you tried to take on one of the better guys and lost, it wasn't uncommon for you to end up with a gutful of Char cum for your trouble, and no one would give any heat to the one who left it - or anyone who decided to jump in and take advantage while one was weakened. All this wasn't just allowed, it was more or less encouraged, and no one batted an eye at any of it. Of course they still had a few rules, but nothing that made it any real challenge to stay in line. Drez used to do it regularly, but not so much anymore - he got enough tail that came to him, he didn't need to prove himself in that manner at this point. But today, he was blowing off steam, and this was a convenient way to do so.

Soon enough, he was at full size - quite a healthy and impressive staff for one of their kind, he was proud to say he was packing the largest cock of all the Charmeleons in their village. And the full length of it was being driven ruthlessly inside Nino's ass, while the smaller Char's own dick was pushing out of his slit, leaking at the rough treatment. He was squirming and growling, but there were moans coming through here and there as well, something Drez didn't let go by unattended. "Heh, listen to you, you were probably just wanting some of this all along. Coulda just asked, you know, I'd've bent you over hard and plugged you like the bitch you are any time."

Nino huffed, trying to reject that even as he was pushing back slightly into the furious thrusts. "Didn't...think you had it...in ya...not when that fuzzy fuck had ya leashed by the dick..."

Drez snarled in anger, wrenching his tool in harder and gripping tight with his claws, threatening to puncture. "Keep yapping bitch, see if I let you shoot at all if you push me."

"Ngh! You...you can't..."

"Who the fuck's gonna stop me?" Drez bit down on Nino's shoulder, also dangerously close to drawing blood as he took the loser, who finally seemed to have stilled his tongue. It wasn't a threat Drez intended to act on, provided he didn't get pushed hard enough to really lose his cool. That was one unspoken rule for these dominance displays - the sub always had to cum as well. Making sure they got pleasure out of it was the difference between a simple conquest rutting and a base violation, and anyone who had a tendency to violate this was pretty quickly made very unwelcome. Obviously, it happened on occasion, usually when there was a whole lot of anger involved, and isolated incidents were treated as warranted - sometimes you reaped what you sowed, other times the aggressor had to face a much stiffer retribution. Drez had never failed to comply with that rule, though he couldn't deny being tempted on a couple occasions...but the trade-off simply wasn't worth it, even here, violating Nino would bring brief satisfaction that would mean greater losses later. Still, making sure Nino knew the score had its own power - it wasn't fun getting blue-balled, even from a rape.

Harder, faster, his hold tighter and more precarious, Drez went all out, letting so much of that pent-up frustration out on Nino. The smaller Char had more or less conceded, no longer pretending he wasn't getting something he liked - not a surprise, Nino had been on this end a fair bit - and that squirming and clenching was working Drez's cock up fantastically. The precum spitting inside him was making his thrusts quicker, sliding back and forth and upping the heat even more. THIS was a hell of a rut, he didn't go all out as much as some, but when he did he left an impression, and by Entei he was going to leave an impression this time. As much on the onlookers as Nino, maybe more so, he could see a few of them eyeing him with desire, something that fueled his flames and fed his ego. Maybe this was what he'd been needing to shake off that funk...

His throbbing cock started to signal his limits, and he make extra effort to spear Nino's prostate, trying to batter the smaller Char's climax out of him. He met with success fairly quickly, a cry of bliss erupting from Nino's maw as his cock geysered spunk onto himself and the ground. With no more concerns about breaking any rules, Drez let loose, panting Nino's insides with his own seed, making a steaming mess that would leave no doubt who was the superior one of the two. He had quite a load to give, too - that wasn't something that was as easily measured, but if he didn't have the most production off all the Chars here, he was damn close, he was quite sure.

His jaws and claws let loose, and his cock pulled out with a slurp, leaving plenty of spunk to leak from Nino's rear. Drez got to his feet, smirking down at the panting lizard at his feet. "Just as I thought. Acting tough is one thing, being tough is another. You can yap all you want about this or that, I've shown how tough I am."

"So you say, but you sure do seem wounded." Drez whipped around at the voice behind him. Greton was there, looking as severe as usual. "I thought you didn't do dominance fucks anymore since you 'had nothing to prove.' Seems that might have changed."

"Nothing's changed, Greton," snapped back Drez. "I just needed to blow off some steam. Since the little fucker's jumped me three times recently, figured he could use it, too."

"Izzat so. Hm, I doubt it. I think you know you're losing your touch. You've been off ever since you fought that Hydreigon...since that Zangoose got to you."

"I don't know what you're talking about. The only thing that's gotten to me is that you and Pacon and other people can't stop going after me, despite the fact that I keep kicking your asses. It's starting to piss me off that I can't do anything without having people trying to hunt me down."

Greton smirked a bit. "They can see chinks in your armor. You stood there while a fuzzy little bitch put a ring of flowers around your neck. Any one of us could have stomped them flat, but you couldn't even bring yourself to push them away. Who can blame anyone for thinking you've gotten soft and complacent?"

"After seeing me deck you guys over and over, I'd think you'd get the message."

"Not a chance." Now Pacon was coming forward, from another direction. "We only get so much opening, right? Gotta take advantage. I'm sure I've got the trick to taking you down this time."

"You've said that over and over, and I'm nine for ten in our last ten matches," Drez shot back testily. "And four for our last four. Get over it, you don't have anything on me."

"Well, maybe I oughta make you prove that-"

"NO. Fuck you. I'm sick of you constantly coming after me and trying to sic others on me. You've had more than enough chances, and you've failed miserably. Get over it." Drez turned and started to storm off.

"Hey!" Pacon yelled angrily. "You can't just refuse a challen-"

"Yes, I can. There's no rule I have to accept any match. And everyone knows that no one gets endless rematches if they don't get their way. You've been publicly thumped four days in a row, I hear more people talking about how you must love getting beat up than anything about me. And I'm not gonna hang around here waiting for you to force the issue. If I need to be elsewhere to get some peace, I'll go elsewhere for today. Go ahead and try to bitch about not getting yet another fight, I don't think you'll find too many people on your side."

"Let him go, Pacon," remarked Greton, with a maddening smirk. "I'm sure he's going to look to sink his cock into a fuzzy bitch. Or maybe he's going to bend over for them, seems like something he might be into now."

Drez might have been baited by that on some days, but the amount of prodding he'd gotten lately had somewhat desensitized him for the moment. Instead he looked back with a snide smirk of his own. "Of the two of us, I think you're the only one who knows anything about that. Since you get dicked more than just about anyone else here." That wiped the smirk off of Greton's face, replacing it with a glower; his flames were no doubt incredible, but that was about all Greton had going for him, and it didn't help too much against flame-resistant scales. Apart from losing a lot of matches, he tended to be pushed into bending over to get anything from anyone, something that clearly embarrassed him. "Go find something else to do with your time. That's what I'm doing, and I'm not gonna pretend like you three can actually stop me."

There was no more attempt to object as he stomped off, though neither Pacon nor Greton looked particularly happy to concede. Drez couldn't have cared less - he just wanted some quiet for a while. And if he wasn't going to find it in the village, he was going to find it where he knew he could.

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It wasn't really that unusual for one or more of them to cross into the grasslands. The Charmeleons harvested berries from there regularly, especially ones which weren't as flame-hardy. They had plenty of berry trees on their own side, but the variety was naturally limited to those that could handle dryness; in the fertile lands next door, just about anything could be found, and those who hung around had no issues sharing with a small Chameleon community. The only thing was that they couldn't start any shit while foraging, but that was no problem - there were plenty of other opportunities to start shit, even hot-heads like them had a bit of prudence.

Starting shit was the opposite of what Drez wanted today, though. Deep enough in the woods that the fire fields were out of sight, he was laying on the ground, head back against a tree, one leg kinked over a knee, eyes closed, just enjoying the peace and quiet. He didn't spend a ton of time over on this side of things, but this was just what he needed at this moment, time away from everything else, away from jerks that couldn't take a hint. True, it wasn't impossible that one could have followed him there, but it was unlikely - spats between Chars were meant to be dealt with between them in their own territory, doing it elsewhere was considered cowardly. So he felt relatively at ease, all things considered...though of course, he still had things on his mind.

Why does it matter that I didn't attack Villo? It's not like he attacked me. My pride, maybe, but not my body. He's not even a threat. We don't just beat up on anyone, that doesn't prove a damn thing. You're not tough by abusing weaker people, you're tough by taking on people who are your level or above. That's why I don't issue many challenges to other Chars, everyone already knows I'm the best because I win so many that are laid against me. What are those jerks even trying to prove? What's it gonna take to get them to lay off, anyway? Not like I'm ever gonna run into Villo again, right?

"Drez?" The universe apparently had either the absolute best or the absolute worst timing. Drez's eyes shot open and he turned his head to see Villo standing there, surprised but happy. "I didn't think I'd see you hanging out here! Is something wrong?"

"N-no! Not at all! Everything's totally under control!" Drez's brain kicked him, he didn't sound like he was in control, he sounded like a panicky whelp. Shaking himself and standing up, he tried that again. "I mean, uh, no, I'm fine. I'm just relaxing over here. Been having some guys try to challenge me recently."

"Oh! That's what that was? I've been watching a bit over there, it seemed like you were in an awful lot of fights!"

"You've...been watching?"

Villo looked away shyly; it was amazing how obvious his blushing was even though you couldn't see in under the fur. "Y-yeah...I mean, fighting makes me feel nervous even if it's far away, but...I mean, it's exciting watching you show off. I'm always glad to see that you win, though."

Drez didn't know how he felt about that...sure, he liked being admired, but this was something different from the kind of admiration he was used to. "Oh...do you...have you been doing that long?"

"Mmmmmaybe...longer than you've known me, at least...I've always thought Charmeleons looked pretty cool, when I heard there was a village of them...well, I was told it probably wasn't a good idea to meet them, because they're so rough and I'm...well, I'm called a 'delicate flower' sometimes, and I guess that's probably true...but I figured there wasn't any harm in just...you know, watching sometimes. But, I'm glad I got to meet you in person...you seem really nice, as well as tough."

Once again, a statement that Drez didn't know how to receive. So he did the only thing he could do, dance around it. "Well, yeah, I'm the toughest of them all, that's for sure. Others try, but they haven't gotten on my level yet. But even I need a break now and then."

"Of course! Oh, uh...if you're interested..." Villo rubbed the back of his head, looking a bit nervous. "I'm trying to make some more flower wreaths, like the one I gave to you. I have a few friends who wanted some. I, uh...I wouldn't mind having a pair of helping hands, if you were okay with that...I mean, you don't have to, but if you wanted something to do that wasn't fighting..."

Drez froze up again. An invitation to do something like that...about as un-Char-like an activity as he could imagine. "I...uh..."

You have to say no, if they even hear about this they'll be all over you, taunting you until the end of time.

"Er..."

He gave you an out, he said you didn't have to accept, you can rest and relax right here like you were doing, there's nothing wrong with declining!

"Well..."

Think about how much shit they gave you over just having one put on you! By someone else against your will! This would be ten times that, maybe a hundred times that!

"...Y-yeah, sure, okay."

WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?!?!?

Drez didn't have an answer to that - he only knew that seeing Villo's face light up made him feel a heat inside him in all the right places. "Oh, really?! That's so amazing! Thank you! C'mon, I'll take you there, it's not too far away!" And with that Villo eagerly grabbed his arm and pulled at him, leading him along. Or at least trying, he wasn't exactly a hard puller, and Drez could have resisted easily...but he didn't, stumbling a bit to start and then getting into stride, letting himself be pulled towards their destination. And very, very strongly hoping that no one had snuck out to follow him after all...

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"Just a little more...ah, good, that one's on. Not many left for this one! Are you doing okay?"

"Of course. This is nothing! Easy. I could do it all day."

"Hee hee! It's fine if you need a break, holding your arms in one place for a while can be tough."

"Pah. I've been through way worse, there's no way I'm gonna have trouble with that." Drez's posturing masked the fact that his arms WERE getting a touch tired...this wasn't the kind of thing he usually did with them, and he didn't think it would affect him at all, but it WAS a long time to be keeping one position. He was doing so because it was helping Villo, the Zangoose was able to lace the flowers together a lot easier if he was holding the wreath as it was being made. Drez himself wasn't doing that much to actually make them, but he really had no clue how to, even - trying to watch was tricky, it seemed like something so natural to Villo and it was definitely not to him.

If any of the guys saw him now...here he was, sitting in the middle of a flower meadow, surrounded by all sorts of different colorful plants and with fresh, almost dainty scents in the air. Feet together, knees relaxed and bent towards the ground, arms out, holding a wreath in the making, other flowers laying in his hands for easy access, and the completed ones around his neck to keep them safer. It was about as unCharly as he could have imagined...if someone had snapped a photo and shown it to anyone around there, it would have been the end of his tough-guy image as he knew it.

And yet...he kinda liked it.

He didn't really know WHY he liked it. It didn't resemble anything else he enjoyed doing. It was so laid back, so quiet, so still...he was a move-around guy, wasn't he? Liked to be active, liked to fight, liked to show himself off. This wasn't any of that, and yet, he couldn't felt but feel oddly good taking part in it. Though, perhaps Villo himself was part of the reason for that...the Zangoose was so pleasant and demure, humming happy tunes as he worked his magic, a light in his eyes that made Drez feel hot in the face whenever they met his. It felt almost like he was lighter when he saw them...all weird, unfamiliar feelings, but not necessarily bad ones.

"All right, next...oh, darn, the stem's not good on this one." Villo snipped off the stem of a flower, leaving the head intact. "I'm glad I took a few extra, then...when the stem's not good it doesn't tie in well."

"You sure they're not gonna mind you taking a few extra?"

"Nah. This part of the grove's tended to for flower works. Some Grass-types keep things going well, make sure there's enough flowers for everyone. A lot of mons like to have them around for decoration."

Drez snickered. "Oh, darn. And here I hoped we were doing something scandalous and deviant."

"Oh, no! I wouldn't take flowers from someone who wanted to use them for something else! I'd go find my own...it's not always easy but there's usually good ones around here and there."

"I could do something about that," teased the Charmeleon, opening his mouth and letting a couple tiny licks of flame dance on his tongue. "What're the flowers gonna do about that?"

"Eep! They'll show you their flower power!" Without warning, Villo jammed the head of the flower he'd just de-stemmed into Drez's open mouth. Drez flushed as he felt it on his tongue...in an instant, he'd toned down the heat so as not to damage the delicate plant. And then he was wondering why he even did that. It was just a flower, one that wasn't going to be used, it didn't really need to be protected, did it? But he'd done it, so...

He opened a bit wider, offering the flower back to Villo. "O-'ay. 'Oo 'a'e 'or 'oin'."

Villo giggled as he took the flower back. "See? Flowers know what they're doing." He took the bloom out, but then placed it down on top of Drez's snout. "You make a good home for it!"

"Yeah, it won't feel that way once I get back. Not many flowers like the kinda heat I live in. That wreath you gave me's not gonna last long there either."

"Yeah, I know...even here they don't tend to last forever. But I don't really know how to do much that's more, uh, enduring. Maybe others are good at that sort of thing, but I don't want to ask for something when I don't really have anything to give them in return."

"And here I thought you could get anything you want with a wink and a smile."

Villo giggled again. "Oh, Drez...you're such a cutie."

That word rang in his ears. Cutie...cute. Cute was not something looked upon fondly by Chars. Cute was soft, delicate, dainty, weak. Cute was an insult, a slight. It was something you called someone to piss them off. To make them feel low. To hurt them. And yet...from Villo's mouth, it felt so very different. It felt like praise. Like a reward. Like he was in such rare and honored company to have heard that word roll off the furball's tongue. It made something in his chest flutter, and his face flush quite hard. "I...I don't think I'm that cute. I'm a rough-and-tumble Charmeleon, I spend my days stomping around and scrapping. I'm probably about as far from cute as it gets."

"You say that, but I still think it's true. Maybe others just aren't looking hard enough if they don't see it. But you really are...you're a lot of other good things, too, you're big and strong and tough and bold and...well, hot." Villo had to pause with his flowers momentarily as he tilted his head down, clearly blushing hard. "But...you're cute, too."

How that flower on his muzzle wasn't bursting into flame with all that heat in his face... "I, ah...I think...we'll just have to agree to disagree on this..."

"Mmnope! I can see it on your face! You're smiling! You like it!" Another giggle from Villo as he booped that Char snout. "I've always wanted to see you smile...it makes you look even cuter!"

"H-hey! I smile plenty!"

"Nuh-uh! You grin most of the time. Grin's're different. They're like...I mean, I guess they're close to smiles, but they're rougher, they have more, uh, attitude, they're more...tight and tense. A smile's different...it's warm, it's comfortable, and it's just...happy. Happy without tension. Relaxed and happy."

Drez couldn't really say he'd ever heard of the difference. But maybe it was true? This was stuff he didn't know much about, maybe Villo did...maybe he didn't really smile much. He definitely grinned a lot, as did most Chars...a relaxed, contented smile wasn't something he was sure he'd ever seen on any one of them. He'd seen it plenty of Villo, though, and he felt like he never wanted to NOT see it on Villo...it just felt so right on the Zangoose's face.

"There! Last one done!" Villo took the finished product out of Drez's hands and put it around his own neck. "I think they're gonna like these! At least, I hope they do. I'm probably not as good as some people are at them..."

"I'm sure they will. Can't be that much not to like, can it?" Drez dropped his arms, sighing with relief. "Oh, yeah...phew, that feels good..."

Villo giggled once more. "I thought you said that was nothing to you!" he remarked teasingly.

"Sh-shut up! It wasn't any problem at all. I could have done it all day. Just...well, I don't mind that I don't have to."

"Sure..." Villo patted him on the snout, taking that bloom off of him. "I really appreciate your help, Drez. Thank you so much."

"Ah...it was nothing. I...I enjoyed it, a lot. It was...relaxing. And that was what I came out here for."

"I'm glad I could help. I guess you should be getting back now, huh?"

Drez nodded. Though, a part of him felt rather bad that he did...he nudged that aside, he had things to do back in the village, too. Like...something. Maybe just making sure no one realized what he was doing. That was something, right? "Yeah, I should be. But...thanks. I'm, uh, I'm glad you came around and found me."

"I'm glad, too." Villo took the wreaths from around Drez's neck and put them around his own. "Will you come by again, soon? I'd...well, I'd kinda like to do more with you. I mean, I know you have stuff of your own to do, but...if you have time..."

"Y-yeah...I will." Drez didn't even have a chance to think before speaking, and once again his mind was laying into him. He was putting everything on the line for this fuzzy Zangoose, courting the demolition of all that he'd cultivated back at the village, for reasons he didn't even truly understand. But these weird feelings in him...they were telling him he wanted to be around Villo more. And he didn't know why he put them above his thoughts, but it was like a pull that couldn't be ignored.

And it all seemed worth it to see the pure happiness in Villo's face. "Oh, thank you! I'll make sure I give you a good time whenever you're around! Don't worry about finding me, I'll be around...I still like watching you guys from time to time, too. See you later, Drez!" With a smile and a wave, Villo was off back into the woods to give away the flower wreaths...and Drez, after some hesitation, was back on his way to his village. A lot of thoughts going through his head, a lot of conflicting feelings. As he reached the edge of the territories, he realized there was a lot of pollen and stuff still on him from the flower field, the scent of flowers all over him. He churned up the heat in his body, easily burning away all evidence of that garden from him.

He was a little disappointed that the scent was no longer there. It was actually kind of nice.