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Another school year done, a young teenager, Graeme, thought to himself as he slowly sauntered into the green garden surrounded by flowers and made his way to the door into his house.

I wonder if I should finally tell him. But, what if he says no, the teen mused; rubbing his neck in confusion and nervousness as he paused, I'm not even that impressive, am I? Brown hair, brown eyes, tanned skin, average height, average wit and only 15. Not that impressive I suppose... Forcing himself to continue down the white, pebble path, he shook his head to clear his head and spoke quietly to himself; voice filled with nervous conviction, "No! I have to tell him. I've got to." Sighing lightly he pushed on.

Reaching the end of the path, he stopped before the large, mahogany door and shifted nervously on the spot. Reaching his right hand out, he shakily grasped the gold-plated handle and inhaled slowly. Holding his breath, he tried to force his fears from his head before he sharply exhaled and turned the handle; pushing the door slowly open as he stepped into the lavishly decorated main hallway.

Looking around, he sighed in relief as he noticed he was alone. Maybe he isn't here, he thought with an odd sense of hope, I guess I can't tell him after all. Oh well maybe I should... His thoughts were cut short as he heard a shuffling noise emanate from the impressive, well-decorated living room; its many paintings and trinkets rattling slightly on the walls and shelves as something large inched closer to the doorway that separated the hallway and itself. Graeme looked on with mild worry as the noise grew louder until he saw a familiar, deep-black, horned head poke around the corner and smile at him.

"Oh, your home. Welcome back, how was your day" a masculine voice asked in a low yet happy tone as the head's owner stepped around the corner displaying the rest of its bulky body. "Eh, same as always. You know, boring but done. But at least now its time for holidays," Graeme replied as he looked on with mild intrigue at his partner, a rare, black Charizard. He could barely believe how fast time had flown since they'd first met.

He felt his mind wander as he remembered back to their first meeting and the various adventures that followed.

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It had been his tenth birthday and he had just returned home from an expensive birthday party his parents had surprised him with in the local park. He had spent most of his energy running around happily with his childhood friends, playing various birthday games and eating more than he knew he should have. Yet despite his fatigue, the young boy forced himself to remain awake and aware so he could see get his last gift from his parents; one they had said would be better than any gift he had ever received, yet one they would not reveal to him until they arrived home.

He had fidgeted excitedly in on the trip home as he showered his parents with never-ending questions in an attempt to make the reveal the secret. Despite his mountain of questions, his parents refused to reveal the present; even as they turned their large SUV into their paved driveway.

Graeme quickly unbuckled his seat-belt, threw open the door and dashed inside through the garage side-door; unable to contain in excitement and curiosity any longer. As he dashed into the main hallway, he spun around excitedly as he began looking for his gift; his childish mind looking under tables and in cupboards for a wrapped gift box. Unable to find anything, he was about to return to the car and ask for help finding it when he heard an unfamiliar, high-pitched chirp come from the middle of the living room.

Curiosity overpowering any sense of caution, he rushed in and hastily looked around; his gaze quickly falling atop the coffee table that resided in the middle of the room. He stopped and stared at the strange creature in front of him as both cautiously eyed each other; neither moving as both slowly examined each other. He looked over its smaller frame with curiosity, as his father stepped out from behind the chair he had been silently standing behind, and cleared his throat, "I see you finally found him then. This is a Charmander, we got it for you because you're a lot more responsible now. And besides, it was about now that I got my first pokémon too." The young boy looked over the smaller frame again with a loving excited gaze as he struggled to control his impulses; knowing that approaching a pokémon too quickly could frighten it, especially one smaller than him.

Seeing his contained excitement, his mother, who had walked in beside her husband during his speech, smiled lovingly as she grabbed his hand, leaned down and whispered to him, loud enough for only him to hear, "The people we got him off said his name was Ziardarch, although they called him Ziar for short. And you don't need to worry, he handles well with people, so go up and say hello. But remember to be gentle."

Eyes almost sparkling as his mouth turned into a wide smile of glee, he slowly approached the smaller creature and carefully extended his hand towards it. The creature watched him cautiously as he continued to extend his hand; leaving it mere inches away from the top of its head as he waited for it to make the next move. Sensing his worry and reluctance, the Charmander slowly nuzzled its head into the palm of Graeme's hand; causing the young boy to bounce lightly, unable to contain his excitement.

New-found confidence filling the young boy, he moved in quickly and pulled the Charmander into a tight yet comfortable hug as he fully looked over the new creature in his arms; the Charmander looking back at him with glee. He noticed that although it seemed physically the same as all the other Charmanders he'd seen, its colors were completely different as it sported a golden hide and stomach instead of the normal orange hide and pale white stomach that the others did.

He turned to his mother, his pokémon still cradled in his arms as its tail flame dangled safely between his legs, as he asked why it was such a strange color. His mother laughed lightly as his father took over, "Well you see, this is a very special Charmander, an almost unique one. His colors aren't like the others because he's special. And that means he needs you to take extra good care of him." Seeing his son hanging on every word, he quickly added, "Can you do that?" Graeme nodded quickly and he said, with great confidence, "Yes. I'll take the best care of him and we'll be best friends forever." Turning to look directly into his Charmander's eyes, as it bubbled with happiness, he said cheerfully, "Isn't that right Ziar, we'll be best friends ever!" Ziar squeaked loudly in agreement as both hugged one last time before preparing for bed.

In the years that followed, the two grew closer than ever and had become the best of friends with Ziar following Graeme around everywhere and even attended school with him. At school the two often 'play battled' his friends; Ziar showing surprising speed and power that quickly placed them among the top battlers in his year level. It was due to their constant battling that in only 3 short years Ziar had evolved from a happy, carefree Charmander into a powerful, speedy Charmeleon and finally into a loving, protective Charizard; his coloration changing from a shiny gold hide and stomach into a sleek black hide and dull white stomach.

The two were inseparable and after years of being together, they became closer than even the best of friends; Graeme even managing to learn his pokéspeech so the two could speak.

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Noticing his lingering stare, Ziar asked in a concern tone, "Is something wrong?"

The question broke Graeme out of his trance as he looked away and blushed heavily. Shaking his head and quickly looking around, he felt himself suddenly grow nervous, his sudden burst of courage having dissipated into air as well as his memories, as he nervously replied, "N-No I was just... I have to go and do something in my room, that's all." He turned quickly, rushed up the stairs, taking them two at a time, and bolted around the corner into his room; closing the door with a loud 'thud' and leaving Ziar at the bottom of the stairs, his mouth agape at his friend's sudden departure.

Looking up to where Graeme had disappeared, Ziar closed his mouth and tapped his sharp claw lightly against his chin; his fine scales protecting him from the razor-sharp edge of the claw. He placed his clawed hand lightly over the lower half of his mouth and thought about his strange outburst, noting that this had been occurring for almost two weeks. Looking down, he folded his large, leathery wings behind him sadly as he realized each outburst and retreat had occurred whenever he'd tried to speak directly with him.

Feeling defeated, his heart filled with despair, he reran each meeting through his head and found that each time they played the same way. He would approach Graeme to welcome him home, Graeme would reply and then quickly run off to his room after making a nonsensical excuse.Did I do something wrong, he thought sadly, fighting to hold back tears, _Am I a monster? Does he... Does he hate me?_Biting down hard to stifle his cries and hold back his tears, he dropped his arms to his sides and started to return to the living room; tears beginning to well in his eyes.

As he reached the doorway, he stopped and turned, again looking up the stairs as he thought with minor hope, _What if I'm not the monster? What if it's something else? Should I..._Wiping his eyes clear, he looked around and found himself facing the stairs with an odd feeling of nervousness replacing his sadness. Steeling himself, he pushed forward and began his ascent to Graeme's bedroom; his thoughts of despair battling his last shred of hope as he desperately tried to convince himself that the problem was not him and was indeed, out of his control.

Finally ascending the seemingly infinite staircase as he tried to eradicate the depressing thoughts from his mind, he turned to face the door on his left, a small pine door that led to Graeme's room, and stopped, frozen on the spot and unable to move. Closing his eyes tightly and gritting his teeth, he took in a few heavy breaths as he calmed and reassured himself. Finally slowing his racing, he opened his eyes and relaxed as he steeled himself once again. Reaching for the doorknob, he turned it slowly and started to open the door.

Feeling the door shift, Ziar lightly knocked on the door as he pushed it open and looked into the room; seeing Graeme lying on the bed with his legs limply handing over the side, his backpack carelessly tossed in the corner of his room. Ziar looked over Graeme as he heard him sigh heavily and mumble unintelligibly to himself; his eyes closed as he appeared deep in thought. Realizing Graeme was unaware of his presence, Ziar called out to him softly, his prior nervousness having shifted to curiosity and concern as he heard Graeme's voice was filled with sadness and regret.

Hearing his name being called, Graeme quickly sat up and looked towards the source of the noise. Seeing Ziar standing at his door, he tensed slightly as the larger drake moved into his room, closing the door behind him, and sat next to him on the queen-sized bed. He instantly felt some of his prior worry melt away as Ziar's heat emanated from his naturally hot body and washed over him, soothing his tense muscles; although he was still unable to fully calm himself being so close to the one he held a secret from and yet trusted more than any other.

Sitting in an uneasy silence, Ziar shifted slightly as he cleared his throat and attempted to make conversation, silently hoping to steer the conversation towards a way to allay his fears of being a monster, "I, uh, I just came to see if you were alright. Y-You seemed a bit... stressed I guess. Is something wrong, can I help?" Looking over to Graeme, he noticed his friend looking around the room nervously as he breathed in heavily and replied, "N-No, its alright I was just, just looking forward to the holidays that's all. Nothing to worry about."

Hearing his forced reply and seeing the feigned smile on his face as Graeme attempted to palm off the subject, Ziar turned to face his friend directly, his eyes locked onto Graeme's as though he was trying to will out the problem from his mind to his lips. "Please, tell me what's wrong. I-I am here for you, you don't need to hide anything. I promise I can help if you just let me," Ziar responded with a pleading tone, his eyes threatening to well up again as he struggled to keep the despair out of his mind. Seeing Graeme silently watching him with confusion and slight fear, Ziar looked away and lowered his head and wings in shame as he muttered, "I am so sorry if I've done anything to hurt you. And clearly I have. I'll leave , I don't want to cause you any more harm."

Graeme's eyes went wide in shock as he heard Ziar's despair and pain tinged words as he saw him slowly rise off the bed and drag himself to the door; his wings and head head down in shame as he dragged his tail after him, the flame barely flickering. "Wait," Graeme shouted in desperation as he quickly stood up and made his way over to Ziar's side. Hearing his yell, Ziar turned to face Graeme as he forced his head lower, unsure if he wanted to hear what came next. Noticing Ziar further droop his head, he lifted his head and looked into his eyes seeing his internal despair as he fought back streams of tears. Seeing his friend in such pain, he blurted out, "No, you haven't done anything wrong, I promise. I was just... Please you haven't done anything wrong, I'm not mad at you just need to tell you something!"

Ziar looked up with hope and fear, as though he was unsure if this were true or a delusion concocted in his mind, as he felt Graeme grab his hand and stroke it soothingly as he led him back to the side of the bed. Placing himself softly on the bed as Graeme sat himself beside him, he sat in silence as he waited for Graeme to start. Stuttering wildly, Graeme closed his eyes and tried to focus his breathing and slow his racing heart; taking multiple deep breaths as he tried to gather his thoughts. Finally opening his eyes as he continued to rub along Ziar's hand, he used his free hand to gently reach out and turn Ziar's head to face him as he steeled himself and started quietly saying, "I promise that I don't hate you. A-And I promise that you never hurt me I promise! Just please, don't worry, don't be sad. I can't bare to see you like this. It... You mean too much to me."

Ziar gasped sharply as he heard his friend's reassurance; feeling the truth and conviction resonating from each word. Ziar gulped hard, feeling a sizable lump force its way down his throat, as he looked into Graeme's eyes. He saw sadness, worry and most of all reassurance burn in his friend's eyes as he tried desperately to sooth his hurt soul. Unable to contain his new-found happiness, Ziar moved in and gently embraced his friend in a gentle hug, one which Graeme returned with great enthusiasm.

Staying embraced together for what Ziar wished was eternity, they slowly broke apart and looked at each other with innocent, loving eyes; Graeme happy to know he saved his friend from the despair that had so thoroughly rattled him. As the two shared one last smile, Ziar looked toward Graeme with happiness and said, in a tone of renewed glee, "Thank you so much. I-I can't thank you enough. But then, what was it that you needed to tell me?" Graeme flinched slightly as the words left his mouth and Ziar instantly tried to apologize; afraid that he had said something he shouldn't have.

Calming the larger drake, he looked over and said, "No, it's alright I-I wanted to tell you anyway." Pausing momentarily he added, "But you have to promise me that no matter what happens, no matter what I say, we'll still be friends. Please." Ziar closed his jaw tight before nodding slowly in agreement, the subtle movements of his tail making it obvious he was curious and excited to know what could be such a secret that even he could not know about it.

Breathing in one last deep breath, Graeme held it momentarily before he let a flood of words fall out almost all at once, "OK, my secret and the reason I've been acting so weird lately is because I, I love you. As in I've fallen in love with you, and I know it's weird because you're a guy and I'm a guy and because you're a pokémon and because it's not right and I just wasn't sure what to do and then it got worse and I had to hide it and then..." Graeme gasped loudly and flinched visibly as he felt Ziar wrap his arms around him and lean over him.

His mind raced with impossible situations as he felt Ziar's grip go steadily stronger, subconsciously worried that he'd said something wrong and Ziar was going to end his life. His mind continued to concoct myriad situations, all without happy endings, until he felt his friend's warm breath whisper across his ear, "You... You love me?" Feeling the pressure of the embrace stop as the simple yet powerful statement pulled him from his gruesome delusions, he looked up as Ziar pulled his head back and looked him dead in the eye.

Dropping his gaze after only a moment, he nodded sheepishly, still unsure how Ziar would react to his unusual confession. Feeling a warm head rub tenderly against his neck, he tensed for a moment as Ziar's hot breath quickly loosened his muscles and soothed him. Leaning into the embrace almost unknowingly, he felt his lover jitter slightly as Ziar began to lightly cry; warm, salty tears rolling down his snout and onto Graeme's exposed skin. Concerned, he called out Ziar's name and pulled his head toward his as he saw tears roll down the proud Charizard's snout.

"Thank you," Ziar said in between tear, tears Graeme identified as tears of joy, "Thank you so much. I-I love you too, so much. I truly do. I love you!" A smile spread across Graeme's face as he struggled to hold back his own tears of joy upon hearing the acceptance from his best friend. "I-I just wish I'd said something sooner. Seeing you this happy, I'm just so, so happy," Graeme exclaimed in awe and glee as the two of them nuzzled into each other; Ziar's warm breath tickling his bare skin and relaxing every muscle in his being as Ziar's tailed excitedly flicked back and forth, the flame on its tip burning intensely and warming the air in the room.

Slowly pulling apart from their intimate, loving embrace, Ziar gazed happily into his friend's cheerful, relieved eyes and questioned in a soft, solemn voice, "So when did you first start to like me; in 'that' way I mean?" Despite their revelations, Graeme felt another blush creep into his cheeks as he revealed his final secret to the one person he trusted more than anyone else. "I guess I sort of realized I felt that way about you two years ago. But at first I didn't really know what was going on," he admitted sheepishly, "I guess I just thought it was puberty or something and I didn't pay it much attention. But then I noticed I kept feeling that way whenever I was around you and I got worried that you might think I was weird so I tried to hide it."

Feeling Ziar's stomach bounce as he laughed heartily, Graeme stopped and gave a fake annoyed pout as he asked, "What's so funny, I'm serious!" Regaining his composure, Ziar looked down at his friend and said lightheartedly, "I actually felt the exact same way, although I guess mine started when I was still a Charmeleon."

"Really," Graeme blurted out in surprise, causing Ziar smile happily as he continued, his tone still caring but his voice raised slightly, "Heh, yeah actually. But I also didn't know what it was for a while, I couldn't even guess what this weird feeling was until I evolved again. The day after I evolved I suddenly realized what these strange feelings were, these feelings of love, and I guess I didn't say anything because I thought you wouldn't like me back." The two shared a lighthearted chuckle as they realized how silly they seemed as they again moved into a caring hug.

After only a short time, Graeme felt his friend move slightly as he placed his head beside his ear and muttered quietly, "Now that we both know how we fell about each other. Maybe we could do 'other things'?" Pulling apart slightly, Graeme cocked his head to the side inquisitively and asked in an innocent tone, "'Other things'? What do mean by... AH!" Cut off as a short moan escaped his lips, he looked down at his crotch and saw Ziar's hand lightly groping him through the thin cloth. "Ziar! W-What are you..." Graeme stuttered nervously before another longer moan passed through his lips as Ziar gave another gentle squeeze to his crotch.

Moving in closer to his 'friend', Ziar tilted his head in and whispered in a lust infused voice, "I think you know what 'other things' I'm referring to. Besides, you're body definitely knows." Giving another stronger yet still gentle squeeze, he growled in lust through his clenched teeth as he Graeme spoke slowly in between pants, "Z-Ziar, what, I don't know if I... what if my parents come home or..." Silenced yet again as Ziar growled dominantly in his ear and spoke in a low voice, trying hard to hold back the full force of his libido, "Don't you remember, they said they'd be out of town 'til tomorrow. And besides, even if you say no, something down below seems to be saying yes."

Hearing the hiss as Ziar finished, he stuttered quickly as he mind fought an internal war; half his mind desperate to unite with the one he loved so much, while the other half screamed at him to listen to reason and think about the consequences. Seeing the battle that waged in his 'friend's' head, Ziar leaned forward and kissed him passionately on the lips; dropping his hand off his lover's crotch as he used Graeme's temporary surprise to gently push him back onto the bed.

Closing his eyes as he felt the mattress connect with his back, Graeme started kissing back eagerly; his lust overpowering the small voice in his mind that quickly faded as it screamed of taboo and consequence. Ziar opened his eyes wide in surprise as he felt his lover's smaller, more delicate tongue poke from his mouth and gently suckle over his own tongue, inviting it into his willing maw as he felt him moan. Smiling inside, Ziar thrust his tongue inside his young lover's maw and licked around his virgin mouth, desperate to explore it as best he could.

Finally pulling apart for a breath, Graeme felt the large, warm appendage slip from his mouth silently as it retreated into Ziar's, leaving him with an odd sense of emptiness. Looking up into the drake's eyes, eyes filled with love, care and need, he stuttered momentarily as his mind struggled to find the right words. "Ziar," he quietly muttered as he saw the male above him pant lustfully, waiting intently for his permission to continue, "I... I love you so much and I... I want to be with you, truly and completely. So please... I need to be yours!"

Growling loudly at his lover's lewd revelation, Ziar shifted back as he smiled lustfully and placed his paw above the large tent that had formed in his lover's trousers. Hearing him groan in anticipation, Ziar moved his paw and grabbed the zipper, slowly pulling it down as he effortlessly pulled off both the trousers and the underwear that hid underneath. Tossing the clothes carelessly into the corner, Ziar turned his attention back to his lover as he focused on the large spire that proudly stuck up into the air; a bead of pre-cum already forming at the tip of the soft, pale, 10 inch shaft.

Leaning his head down so it rested less than an inch away from the tip, Ziar inhaled deeply as the smell of fresh musk filled his mind and spurred him onwards. Sticking his tongue out, Ziar licked slowly from the base of the spire to the tip, catching the small bead of pre-cum as it cascaded down the length, earning a long blissful moan from its owner. Quickly running the salty treat across his tongue, a taste he found quiet appealing, Ziar gave another, more forceful lick as he felt his lust begin to overcome his mind. Ziar redoubled his efforts as he heard his lover moan constantly as a near constant stream of pre-cum readily poured from the tip of his shaft; each bead being greedily picked up by Ziar's tongue as he worked towards the creamy treat he desired more than anything else.

Ziar smiled lightly as he felt his lover begin to thrust his hips up as he tried to hasten to his impending orgasm. "Uh, Z-Ziar I'm-I'm so close," he heard Graeme say in a strained breath between moans of ecstasy as Ziar fastened his pace and, with one last long lick to his tip, placed his warm maw over his shaft. Graeme moaned loudly and tried hard not to buck his hips in pleasure as he felt the warmth surround his entire member; Ziar's long, agile tongue constricting around his spire, desperately milking him, as he felt himself explode inside the tight, wet confines of his lover's mouth.

Both remained completely still as Ziar felt the first wave of rich, potent semen shoot from the tip and wash over his tongue; coating the inside of his maw with a musky male tang that left him wanting more. As his orgasm finally petered out, the last few shots of his spunk slowly oozing out of his tip and onto the waiting tongue, he felt Ziar's tongue slowly stop its gentle strokes along his now spent and sensitive member as he pulled off with a quiet 'slurp'.

Closing his maw quickly once the limp member was free of his mouth, Ziar turned the fertile seed over in his mouth with his tongue; smearing some of the musky treat against against the roof of his mouth as he shivered in pleasure. He reveled further in the feeling as he continued to sweep the mess around his maw; content in knowing he was finally living out his greatest fantasy. Finally swallowing the surprisingly large load with an audible gulp, Ziar again shivered as he felt the creamy flood seep down his throat and into his stomach; a light burp barely passing his lips and carrying the taste back across his tongue.

As he turned to look back down at his lover, Ziar felt another lusty thought creep into his mind as he remembered Graeme no long had any form of clothing on his lower body. Stopping momentarily as he quickly planned out the next act, he smiled dominantly as he finalized the details in his mind and growled in anticipation of the pleasure to come; his own erection throbbing painfully as he struggled to maintain his composure.

Reaching down, he rolled over his mate, who was still trapped in his blissful afterglow, so his tight pucker was pointing in the air towards the horny male. As Graeme slowly withdrew from his post-orgasmic bliss, he realized that he had been turned over and now had his virgin pucker facing the large, horny drake. Nervously trying to speak, Graeme gasped as he felt his breath catch in his throat and felt something wet and warm licking around his anus. He groaned loudly as he felt the rough surface scrape against his soft skin and turned his head to see what was clawing at his virgin pucker.

Ziar saw Graeme shudder again as his lover turned his head and saw him gently running his warm tongue over the exposed, delicate flesh; teasing him by constantly switching between soft and rough licks. As Ziar gave a stronger, rougher lick around his opening, Graeme moaned as he felt the tip of the warm appendage force his cheeks apart and quickly enter him. The sudden feeling of being entered made Graeme face forward and moan in pleasure as a strange new feeling spread throughout his body. Straightening his tongue and relishing the feeling of acting out another forbidden pleasure, Ziar forced more of his agile organ into his lover's tight ass; his anal muscles rhythmically squeezing around the intruder and easily lubricating every inch of his meticulously clean ass.

Unable to hold off his libido any longer, Ziar gave one last thrust of his tongue before he quickly ripped it out and moved up behind his lover's ass. Graeme turned his head quickly as he felt the warmth of his mate retract from his anus and then spread across the whole of his back. Looking on in awe, his eyes opened wide as he gazed over the thick ebony shaft that stood proudly in the air; its barbed head and ridged underside drawing most of his attention as he noted the enormous size, at least 15 inches long and as almost as wide as his forearm. He barely registered the thicker bulb that sat at the bottom of the shaft when he felt the large, spaded head press against his anus and forced its way inside; his anal muscles offering little resistance thanks to the slippery saliva that coated them.

Gritting his teeth and curling his toes as he felt the shaft enter him, he yelled out in pain as he felt himself being stretched painfully. Hearing his pained groans, Ziar quickly stopped and remained stationary, allowing his mate adjust as his muscles continuously rippled along the member to try and force it back out - but only succeeding to pleasure its owner further. Looking down as he tried to control his urges, Ziar slowly rocked his hips back and forth in an attempt to ease some of the pain his mate was feeling and push more of his shaft in.

After only a few minutes, Ziar heard Graeme's groans of pain change to moans of blissful pleasure as he felt the human begin to push back on his member, wanting to feel the entire length inside his sacred orifice. Slowly forcing more of his shaft into his needy and submissive lover, Ziar growled happily as he felt his groin connect with his lover's hips with a quiet slap and a pleasured groan from both parties. Both stayed still for what seemed like eons as they reveled in the feelings of their intimate act; Graeme marveling at the feeling of fullness while Ziar relished the feeling of absolute bliss that came with being so intimate with the one he loved.

Feeling Graeme slowly move along his shaft, Ziar growled lustfully and grabbed the sides of his lover's hips, holding him in place, as he pulled his thick shaft out to the tip; each ridge harshly scraping along the bottom of his anus and sending bolts of lightning coursing through both lovers' veins. Pausing for a moment, Ziar looked under his lover and saw that his member had again become erect as it swung hypnotically underneath him. Ziar growled one last time as he felt the last of his resolve slip away and be replaced with instinct. A breeding instinct.

Mind clouded with lust, Ziar quickly shoved his entire length back inside the smaller frame under him, earning a surprised yell of pleasure as he started to breed the human beneath him. Unable to stop and overcome by his instincts, Ziar forcefully pulled his member out to the tip and quickly shoved it back inside as Graeme yelled out, unable to contain his pleasure. The yell from his mate spurring him on, he leaned down over his lover and covered him with his great bulk as he increased the speed of his thrusts. Feeling himself being bred with amazing speed and power, each powerful thrust sending chills up and down his spine as he continued to yell in bliss - his own shaft slapping wetly against his stomach as it poured a constant stream of fresh pre-cum on his chest and bedsheets.

Feeling his own end draw near, due to his vicious breeding, Ziar angled his member to thrust against Graeme's prostate, brutally pummeling it in an attempt to make his mate cum first. Graeme screamed out in pleasure as he felt his prostate being constantly rammed by the hot, wet shaft as he felt Ziar's thrusts become erratic and shallow. Screaming out again, Graeme listened contently to the noisy, wet slaps that echoed through the room each time his lover completely filled him and forced out more of his hot, slippery pre-cum. Groaning loudly, he felt every muscle in his body tense as he prepared for his second, imminent release.

Graeme threw his head up as he climaxed and shot his seed hard onto the sheets beneath him; his ass clamping around the thick spire that was still shallowly thrusting inside him, its barbs and ridges drawing out his orgasm. Feeling the tightness increase as his anal muscles locked onto him like a vice, Ziar gave one last, powerful thrust as he too threw his head to the ceiling and roared loudly, letting anyone who heard it know of his achievement. Graeme moaned through his bliss as he felt the bulge at the base of the shaft expand and stretch him impossibly; feeling the first of many powerful shots of seed rush from the tip of Ziar's spire and into his waiting stomach. The two moaned in unison as Graeme felt many shots of potent, pokémon semen enter his ass and cause his stomach to swell almost comically as Ziar's large knot held in all of his fertile seed.

Finally coming down from his high as he emptied the last of his seed into the now stretched orifice, Ziar flopped limply to the side as he fell harmlessly onto the soft mattress; his engorged knot pulling Graeme along with him. Both of them landing with a soft thud, and Graeme with a confused 'oof', Ziar chuckled lightly as he looked into his weary lover's eyes and whispered lovingly, "Heh, sorry about that, I guess I kinda got carried away." Graeme followed Ziar's gaze down to his ass where the knot that bound them together rested as he replied, "It's alright, I kinda like it." Moving his stomach slightly, and hearing the semen inside audibly slosh around he added, "And besides, it just means I get to keep your plentiful givings to myself for a while longer."

Smiling at his lewd comment, Ziar craned his neck down as he tried to fight off the fatigue that continually washed over him, and passionately kissed his lover on the lips. Breaking quickly as the two gasped for breath, Ziar leaned further in and murmured lustfully, "I'm glad you like it, because I know we're going to be having a lot of fun these holidays." Graeme blushed as Ziar gave a sly wink and curled up with his lover, carefully placing his tail flame away from his bare skin. Yawning loudly, they both drifted off into a blissful sleep; feeling each others hearts beat lovingly and passionately, still tied together, but more comfortable than they had ever been before.