Frenzied Plant
Battles weren't supposed to go like this. Not only did the Charizard have the advantage of size, strength, and speed, but he had the type advantage! Two type advantages at that! And yet, the Ivysaur, through determination and skill and clever attacks, had actually managed to wear the dragon down. It was frustrating. But Vine Whips, Razor Leafs, and Tackles had all managed to wear the dragon down until he was finding it difficult to stand. The Ivysaur had released a sweet, succulent poison into the air, and it was making him feel more than a bit drowsy. The air became thicker and thicker, the more time that passed. He kept breathing out fire and clawing, and sometimes managed to singe and scorch the Ivysaur, but the little beast didn't care. When it had a moment, it patted out the flame, and then quickly resumed the furious attack.
Charizard shook his head, trying to get his thoughts together. He couldn't focus. He could barely keep his eyes open. And he watched as the Ivysaur opened the bulb on its back wide, and began to absorb sunlight from the sky. The Sunny Day had been aiding Charizard, making the Charizard's fire more potent and stronger. But now, it was aiding the Ivysaur as he charged for a Solar Beam. And how drowsy the Charizard was feeling... he tried to flap his strong wings to make his escape, accepting that this was a losing battle and not wanting to lose, or worse, to the vicious plant-lizard. But fatigue struck his wings as he tried to flap, he couldn't climb high enough, and the sunny beam struck him hard in the chest. A Solar Beam had a mix of kinetic brute force and burning brightness. The Charizard suffered singed scales over his chest, but what really hurt was the force against his ribs and belly. It sent him tumbling over the ground, until he finally came to rest several feet away. He attempted to stand, attempted to flap his wings and fly, but instead he collapsed to the ground and lay still. In a normal Pokémon battle, this would have been the end, with the referee waving a flag and the young trainer jumping up and down, as if him shouting orders had done anything more than be annoying. But this was not an official battle. It was between two wild animals. That meant... the Charizard clenched his eyes, and waited for the end.
The Ivysaur kept himself charged, in case the Charizard was only playing dead. But no, he seemed to be really out of it, so the Ivysaur converted the energy it had stored to more stamina and strength, rejuvenating itself, before approaching the large dragon.
Just like a Fire-type, to pick a fight against someone he thought smaller and weaker. If the Ivysaur had evolved, the Charizard wouldn't have come near him, but when he was in a weaker form, the Charizard just couldn't resist bullying him about. Blasted Fire-types. How he hated them. Pompous, arrogant, overgrown lizards, the lot of them. Even this defeat would fade from the Charizard's memory with a day's passing. And if the Ivysaur didn't teach him a lesson, a real lesson, he was sure that the Charizard would find some poor little Oddish to pick on. The Ivysaur smiled. He really had to do something... It was only fair...
Vines sprang forward suddenly, from the sides of the Ivysaur's still open bulb. These vines took hold of the Charizard, who by now was just coming to. He lifted his head on his serpentine neck and watched as the vines tightened around him quickly. The Charizard may have been knocked down, but he was far from a quitter, and gave a quick breath of fire to try to burn the plant-lizard away. Indeed, those flames could be a problem. That danger was solved when Ivysaur wrapped his vine tight around the Charizard's muzzle, squeezing and sealing it, so only bits and puffs of steam might escape out from between his lips and nostrils. The other vines went to work quickly. They took hold of an arm, and twisted it behind the Charizard's back, just to be sure he wouldn't be able to scrape or push out of the hold. The other arm was soon to follow, behind his back, and the Ivysaur used one of his vines to wrap tight around the wrists of the big dragon. His wings would be a problem, of course. If he could flap them hard enough, he might fly high, and then the Ivysaur would have to release his grip. A pair of vines rose up, and coiled around them, squeezing them tight and painful, for the Ivysaur had little regard for the dragon's well being. Last was the tail, with the burning tip that could be a weapon in its own right. The Ivysaur curled the vine around the tail and held it at the side, away from him, so he wouldn't be able to burn him.
Confident he had his prey properly restrained, the Ivysaur looked up. The Charizard was still a little out of it, shaking and wiggling, but he was so tightly bound, and he couldn't manage even an ounce of leverage that might help him escape. And, for how small the Ivysaur was, he must have been solid muscle, because he lifted the Charizard up without much of a problem, and held him high in the air.
Sprouting forward from the open bud, came a very large, very thick rod of plant. Composed of coiled vines, tightly wrapped... the Charizard managed to turn his head on his long neck, just barely noticing the vine mass emerging... and he wondered what that could be... It moved up higher, and he suddenly felt the heavy head of the vine press against his buttocks, earning a loud growl and shake.
The tight pucker, between the Charizard's buttocks, was a bit of a problem. One vine wrapped around the Charizard's foot and pulled it apart and forward. The vine curled between the toes and even used the rough skin of the vine to tickle and stroke, which earned embarrassed and even painful laughter from the Charizard. His laughter vibrates through his body, and his mirth actually served to open his pucker up, in little spurts in sync with his chuckles. The Ivysaur carefully undid the tightness of his coiled vine, and slipped a thinner tip inside the Charizard's ass. Using that, he gradually spread the tight pucker wider and wider, until the heavy weight of the vine knot could slide its way inside.
At first, the Charizard was mostly weak and limp, and the Ivysaur was free to do as it pleased. But his draconic pucker, stretched wider and wider, he began to fidget, and it began to hurt. Pained tingles ran through its body, the stretching of its tight anus, the stroking of its feet; and also, he was going mad at the tingling between its legs, as he felt one very potent emotion surge up in his heart: shame. Bitter, cruel shame as he felt his testicles swell gently, a sign of his arousal... strange arousal at the strange feelings that were tingling through him. Very slowly, very gently, the skin of his vanilla underbelly and crotch began to press out, taking the shape of two cute little orbs. His sheath, now exposed, began to tingle. It pressed forward, then up as it grew heavier. The bulbous glans rubbed gently against the warmth of his under belly, each time he exhaled and plumped his belly out.
The Ivysaur was quite happy with his work, and how quickly the lizard had succumbed to his attentions. He glared up at the lizard, hoping to meet his gaze, but instead, was treated to a stunning view. The two testicles were swelling wider and wider, like a pair of heavenly globes above him. The pucker, stretched wide, and by now, the huge vine mass was excreting a gentle sheen of moisture, so it might slide in just a little easier. The massive vine was still moving slowly, and the Ivysaur was quite happy to make the Charizard feel every inch that was sliding inside. The grin came onto the Ivysaur's lips, wide, as he felt his vine move deeper and deeper inside the big lizard, sometimes carefully pressing, and sometimes shoving, but getting inside gradually. He was not really here to get the Charizard off, he was here to shame him and torture him, but the two seemed to go hand in hand. Truth be told, this wasn't the first Fire-type he had raped. He had learned, more or less, the ins and outs of how to go about this. How to maximize the feelings of pain and painful pleasure. And usually, having forced his victim this far, he stopped, and left them to wallow in their shame and unfulfilled lust. The thought of bringing a Fire-type to full climax... it was disgusting.
And yet... This time, crimson eyes glistened as he formulated a plan, and decided to take a step he had not before. A delicate vine broke out of his back, and moved up high. He softly stroked the underside of the Charizard's tail, the vanilla underbelly, and he earned a panicked, muffled scream when the Charizard thought the Ivysaur would be shoving something else into his anus. But no, instead, the vine was moved along, stroking over the now external balls, then up to the erect cock. Slowly, gently, he coiled the vine once, twice, around the large, pink erection of the dragon, and gave it very quick and tight strokes. The Charizard's eyes clenched tight. His jaw tightened, and though he tried to mentally will his erection down, already his long, fleshy shaft was dribbling little oozes of white. The massive vine that was inside his bottom, meanwhile, had hit a wall. Thick and fleshy, and impossible to push through, the Ivysaur accepted this was as deep as he would go.
Although the 'Saur family had feet and fingers, they were far from equivalent to most creature's hands. Instead, the Ivysaur tended to use his vines as hands. They were quite dexterous, and quite sensitive to touch. And when more touch was needed, the bulbs could open, exposing something that resembled a mouth.
The vine that was presently stroking the erection, soon opened gently, revealing a "mouth" composed of leaves. The Charizard gasped, his frightened mind thinking that, perhaps, the Ivysaur would bite him...
But instead, from out of the "mouth" came what could only be described as a tongue. A soft slurp, kiss and lick. And then the vine curled and looped around the erection, suddenly tying into a tight knot. Agonizing pain surged through him. He opened his eyes wide, and stared. He exhaled as much fire as he could, hoping to burn the vine away, but with the other vine tightly wrapped around his muzzle, he could not only release a little stream. That dissipated into nothing before it made contact with that horrible mouth that was presently opened wide, slurping and licking at the bulbous glans of the Charizard's erection, teasing him cruelly. And the vine knotted tighter and tighter... His erection tip turned red, then a deep and pained crimson. There were still little dribbles of white that managed to slide out of the vine's tight embrace, but... by Arceus, it was agonizing, to feel his erection treated so poorly, his erection head throbbing and pained, his testicles... the weight in his ass was... quite arousing, actually. The heaviness of it, and how it stretched, and pushed against his draconic prostate. And he could only whimper and moan, and scream, but every noise he made was so cruelly muffled.
He felt a little trickle of fluid in his anus, wetting his walls, as the vine inside his ass began to stretch, then relax, stretch, then relax, as if it were the erection of a proper mate. He realized, with a shudder, that fluid was being excreted from the vines: he could smell the oddly musky flavor on his nose. He could feel heavy moisture on his wings, and his tail, and his foot which tickled and made him want to laugh. But most of all, he could feel the little dribbles inside his anus. He clenched mad, and squeezed, but the Ivysaur only licked its lips and squeezed his erection tighter, as punishment for the resistance.
The Ivysaur had to admit, this was quite fun. The sight above him was enticing, not to mention the heavy smell of his fluids that were coming off his body. Beneath him... beneath him... he lowered his bottom half to the ground, and gently brushed against it.
The ground was warm, from how long the sunlight had been shinning. The grass tickled his erection, which was poking out of his sheath. He felt a little splash, and looked up to see a lone drop had managed to escape the Charizard's erection. He tightened once more, sealing everything inside, and then wiggled his hips down into the warm grass. It wasn't long before a little splash and spurt wetted the ground, and hit his belly. He laughed deeply. He licked his lips again, and shoved his erection forward, burying it in a little hole in the ground. His toes curled in as he came, digging up little holes in the grass. He tilted up, growling and shaking, and feeling that wonderful content wash over him as he ejaculated gently, feeding the grass with his seed. He took a soft breath, and looked up.
The Charizard had more or less passed out by now. The Ivysaur moved him aside and then pulled his vines back, letting the dragon plop down onto the ground. Charizard held himself, held his pained erection and struggled to stroke himself, to let blood and seed flow into his tip once more, and to feel the climax he craved. The Ivysaur turned and walked away. The Ivysaur smiled letting the Charizard masturbate all he wanted. Now that Fire-type knew who was boss, there wasn't much reason to continue... And the Charizard gave a sigh of relief, now that the brute-plant would leave him alone. He had been shamed, yes, but to be alone... To be alone with the enormous pressure that he was feeling... that he craved for release.
The Ivysaur was about three steps away, when he turned to the Charizard, a wide grin slowly forming on his face. Once more, this tongue slipped over his lips, and he reached for the Charizard with his vines, bulbs open into those cruel mouths. The Charizard, still weak and horny, could only stare as the Ivysaur's vines wrapped tight around his wrists, and slowly pulled them away from the still aching and throbbing erection. Only now was color starting to return to the very tip of the glans. The Charizard felt himself pinned down slowly: two vines on his arms and pulling him apart, another two resting down on his pectorals, sinking slightly into his chubby chest. His long neck lifted, and he watched with horror as the Ivysaur once more curled its vine around his erection. He feared the worse, and sacrificing his pride or dignity, whimpered and begged no more...
The Ivysaur smiled, perhaps accepting that sign of submission. The vine pulled back, and then, like a cobra entranced, stared at the erection. The bulb was open wide, the mouth wide and the tongue hanging out. It closed slowly around his erection, the lips sealing on his aching glans. The inside of the bulb was warm and wet. The Charizard was not quickly put at ease, still frightened the Ivysaur would bite that most guarded part of his anatomy, but he could not deny the raw bliss that surged through him. Inside the cavern, the tongue of the bulb wrapped around the warm flesh, licking and suckling. Occasionally, the lips tightened, as if to bite, but when they released there was a surge of pleasure. The vines that held the Charizard's arms down moved away. They were no longer needed.
Another vine moved to the Charizard's still testicles. The bulb opened, revealing the mouth, the tongue moved to softly lick over the rounded globes. The Charizard growled, groaned, and pushed forward, wings spreading out. A geyser of white draconic seed shot forward, quickly gulped down by the vine that was suckling on his shaft. So intense was that first climax, so rich, that the Charizard did not notice as the vines that had before been on his testicles slipped down between his legs. The mouth now closed, it slid into the stretched pucker, softly pressing about and massaging the walls.
The Charizard released and released, and the Ivysaur's vines seemed to have no problem drinking down the seed that was quickly spurting out of him. And inside his anus, he had to admit, when he wasn't being sodomized by a hefty vine, a certain amount of bulk was quite pleasant. The Charizard lifted his head, staring at the Ivysaur, and gave a little whimper. Submission was evident in his voice. The pain, the fear, the surrender... perhaps that was all the Ivysaur had wanted, because he slowly pulled his vines back. The Charizard cringed as the bulb came to him once more, but it only gave him a mocking lick on the cheek. Then the vines retreated into the Ivysaur's back, and he turned around. The Charizard watched the shifting of the Ivysaur's rump, as it turned and walked away. It was in no hurry, so the Charizard had an eyeful for quite some time. Eventually it disappeared into the thick underbrush, and the Charizard was left with his shame, his disgrace... and the greatest climax of his life, that was still spurting out of his throbbing shaft.