Charizard Training: Love and Lust
An small explanation first. Charizard Training was originaly written for an artist named MARIANO, base don a series of pictures he did. Most of you probably know him. If not then please visit his Furaffinity at http://www.furaffinity.net/user/marian0/
Also, he has an Okakai page of his own where you can see and read the original Charizard Training here http://mariano.kemonoart.org
This is the sequel to the fanfic I wrote a long while back. The Fanfic has long since been lost when the site it was on went down permanently, and I'm sure Mariano did not save it when I sent it to him. I may eventually rewrite and post it, I may not. I don't know yet. Any ways, to the story.
The anthro charizard in this fic is © MARIANO
Pokemon and all its contents are © NINTENDO and is licensed by Pokemon USA Inc.
This author claims no ownership over the above mentioned.
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Three years. Three long years since that day the young trainer had come through her part of the mountains and left her with that special gift. Several months later she had given birth to a very handsome young Charmander. She smiled at the thought of her handsome little boy growing to be a strikingly fierce looking Charmeleon. She frowned at that though. At that stage her little baby had been convinced he had grown up and went off into the world on his own. She wasn't worried. Not at all. She knew he would take care of himself. Since then though she had refused to be part of any of the next mating seasons that came up. Ever since that young trainer had come through, her body had been completely unreceptive to any of the scents the male's of her kind left, she found their rituals, the fighting and wrestling and flame wars to be shallow, pointless, and boring...Besides she thought with a giggle none of them have a rod that could match is! This female charizard, different from all the rest, different in that she had a more anthropomorphic form and big bunchy starch white hair shooting out from her head from between her horns and falling down her back, big beautiful voluptuous breasts that would make even the most well endowed woman jealous, and an extremely heightened intelligence that was unnatural for even a trained Pokemon, had the absolute hots for a human boy. A human boy named Ash Ketchum.
Three years since giving birth to his hybrid child-she had no doubt that when her son evolved he would be much like her because of it-she could do nothing but think about the young boy. For three years she soared on wing to every edge of the world and every where she went she gleamed information. He had many labels, many titles, he had done heroic thing the likes of which no one could ever dream of accomplishing. Tales that spoke of her lover battling ancient and legendary Pokemon, freeing towns form the clutches of corrupt organizations. Not all of these words were coming form the mouths of humans. Many of her own kind spoke in their own of a young human who may very well be the Chosen One that would unite man and Pokemon in a way that has not been for several millinia. None of the gossip mattered to her though. Not one bit. All she cared about was him, the human and...perhaps...maybe...just maybe having him all to herself. She didn't care for his deeds, but the character he did them with. Oh! What she wouldn't do for a mate like that. Her mind drifted back to him, back to the scrawny body. Scrawny, but it turned her on so bad. Once more she shifted, aware of the itch that grew between her legs. An itch that she knew would linger no matter how hard she scratched...an itch that was not hers to scratch at all, but his.
She sighed and stood up, crossing her arms to warm herself from the sudden shiver that flew over her body as the molten rock slid from her skin. She puffed a small dagger of fire from her maw and giggled to herself as she recognized the place she had chosen to rest. This exact lava pool is where she had first heard the frantic stumbling and sudden cry as that hot piece of human flesh stumbled over a rock fall and tore his clothes to shreds. She shivered, eyes clamping shut and a wide smile spreading across her face when she though back to it. She had been in heat, and wasn't about to take no for an answer. He had protested at first, but a few strokes here, and a few licks there and he was just as eager for her ans she was for him. She closed her eyes, remembering every thing in startling detail. He had been a perfect fit. She let out a soft moan as she uncrossed her arms and cupped her mounds, giving her nipples a soft squeeze. She was a bit shocked when she felt the beads form and then trickle down the sides of the large nubs. She giggled. The thought of him made her lactate almost instantly. She had been in heat before, a strong one when she met him. SO strong it had mad her tits dribble with her sweet milk. He had been thirsty, dry mouthed. His canteen empty. She was more then happy to oblige him. The thought of that scrawny little human suckling from her tits made the itch between her legs grow. She was just about ready to give into it, a claw already hovering down her body when there was a slight commotion from behind her. She turned around swiftly, it had sounded like falling pebbles It cant be she thought as with a single bounding leap she was around the bend that separated her pool from a small natural pass way blocked by a rock slide.
"Magmar?" She halted on her heels. Looking suddenly solen. A magmar was digging through loose dirt, likely looking for the softer rock that help the creature digest when it's food protested in its belly. "Magmar?" it asked again What's wrong Charis? You came bolting around that corner like a zubat out out of Hell.
Her words faltered. Her eyes looked at the magmar distantly, as if not looking at him at all. She sighed and shook her head. "Nothing...I just thought you were some one else...sorry." She turned, walking away. The magmar was going to say something but he figured it wouldn't do any good. He just waved at her and went back to his digging. She on the other hand lept into the air, spreading her wings and letting the wind catch under them, carrying her down from the mountains and into the forested foot hills I have to get away from there. He's not coming back...it was a once in a life time deal, you'll get over him and feel better for it. She told her self this over and over as she descended from the volcanic pools and geysers of the mountain and landed softly in a quite sunlit meadow. Here she could take no more. She gave into her lust. She fell first to her knees, then to her back as she pushed her legs out in front of her. She moaned, letting a small dagger of flame shoot from her maw as she cupped a breast with one claw and teased her self with the other. Her claws touched red hot lips that leaked as soon as they were teased. She had chosen this area for this exact activity. The scent of her heated pussy would lure every able male of her species in the mountains for miles. No such inconvenience here. The trees and bushes and grass gave off a pleasant aroma that mingled and eventually diffused her scent before it ever left the forest. Her scent would not lure grass types. It was not uncommon for charizard to mate in the forests that touched the foot of the mountains, and the scent they gave off has long since been known to the grass types. They knew to stay away for their own good. Freshly mated charizard were hungry charizard.
Her skin being extremely tough, her claws pained her not at all as she dipped two of her fingers into the searing heat of her dripping cunny. Thoughts of that young naked boy climbing between her legs and mounting her as humans commonly mount each other filled her head. Her fingers began gently working back and forth. The phantom Ash beginning to grind his hips against her. Her eyes had glazed over in her dream. "Fuck me Ash. Just like that." She panted softly to her self as she worked the mound son her chest with her other claw, pinching her nipples, cooing as the hair thin rivulets of milk dripped from the nipple tips. She moaned quietly as she worked her fingers faster, pulling them out briefly to circle them around the hood of her clit, exposing the little sensitive nub of flesh. She licked her fingers, the thin but sweet juices of her fiery pussy already having rubbed off on her skin. She licked as much saliva on them as she could and began rubbing her pink little rose bud between the two fingers. Her back instantly arched and she moaned once more, quite audibly this time "Oh god Ash," she tried to whisper "I love when you use your tongue!" She moaned loudly, daggers of flames erupting from her nostrils in uneven bursts. She slowed down, she didn't want to over do it, didn't want to set the forest ablaze by accident. Her phantom lover smiled up at her from between her legs, her mind recreating his image as best it could from the memory. That big, goofy, innocent smile made her blush...and gush. Much to her own surprise she grew ever more moist at the thought of his smile. She stopped, it made her moan in frustration to do it but she felt the urge to be on all fours. It was safer this way as well, she knew, because then she could hike her tail up, and no fear of the flame at the tip catching some loose leaves or dry grass on fire.
She turned her head over he shoulder, her eyes still glazed over. She looked her mind phantom in the eyes. The two fingers she had been working her self with now held her dripping, sopping wet pussy wide open, her innards ached at the absence of anything inside them. She crooned as she lowered herself down onto her shoulders. "Fuck me Ash!" she shouted "Fuck me form behind, do it hard, like an animal" She called out into the air as she drove the fingers back between her lips. She worked hard, as hard as she was physically able to. As fast as she was able to. Her fingers pounded in and out of her cunny at a blur. "Harder Ash!" She screamed now, shaking her head, her tongue hanging out the side of her mouth ash she rolled her hips back and forth in opposition to her fingers. She felt the heat in her belly mount, the thought of that scrawny little human spurring her orgasm to move further closer. She moaned, murred, grunted, and growled. She made every noise an animal could but the only sound her ears heard were the ones her lust made for her, the non existent ones coming from her phantom lover. Her mind seemed to warp reality now for her, because the nerves in her cunny were telling her she was being filled with hot creamy cum. And that did it. The thought of the human boy once more filling her with his potent seed drove her orgasm forward. It was powerful, almost as powerful as when she had actually mated with him. She tilted her head back, her back curving and her jaw opening as wide as it could. Her eyes had clamped shut as she curved her fingers unconsciously to pound her g-spot to ensure orgasm. She used every ounce of restraint she had not to roar a pillar of flame as her pussy lips spasmed and gushed a wave of her sweet, musky smelling fluid down between her legs, squirting it out of her hard enough to make an audible splash on the grass.
She collapsed. Her whole body shook. She had quickly withdrawn her fingers to catch her self as she fell, so now her lips and walls clamped on nothing. It made her growl in frustration. She gripped the grass, her claws sinking deep into the earth as her legs and whole body spasmed, wracked by after shocks. Her vision had blurred, when it cleared she was slightly mystified as to where she was. She sighed as she turned over onto her back, keeping the tip of her tail away from the ground. A moments thought helped her remember that she was in a clearing, in the middle of the dense forest that ringed the mountain she lived on. Why she had come down here. She whimpered at the thought of that boy. Whimpered at the thought of having to forget him. Whimpered that what had just happened hadn't been real, but a very realistic figment of her lustful imagination. She closed her eyes. Tears began to fall down her cheeks. Love. She loved that boy. She wanted to be with him, be his. Be his pokemon if thats what it meant. She would gladly sit in the fake landscape created by those little balls they used to capture her kind if it meant being able to be by his side. When not called to battle but let out into the real air for awhile she would always use the time to jump his bones, of coarse, but thats what it was, she loved him. "But I'll never be with him" she whispered to her self as she wiped the tears away. She stood to take off back to the mountains and froze dead still. Her mind nearly snapped, unable to comprehend the sight she was beholding. In front of her, having entered the clearing unnoticed to her was the man of her dreams. He stood gaping at her. He didn't even try to move as she dove forward, her legs moving before her mind could fully comprehend what it what was happening. She dove on top of him and pinned him to the ground. Her smile big and bright, eyes vibrant and wide.
"Um...Ash?" Charis turned her head from the site of her beautiful man to look up at a human who was almost scrawnier then him. A young red head, her short hair pulled to the side in a pushy tail. The girl looked absolutely bewildered.
"Who is she?" Charis asked. Ash stared up blankly at the pokemon. His brain had collapsed at he site of his old flame. His brain was, for all attentive purposes, temporarily out of order.