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"Brrrrr...agh, why does it have to be so cold every night?" A shivering Sceptile muttered curses under his breath as he walked with determination towards his destination, his arms held very close to his body to try to conserve his warmth. It was a very dark night, little light rising from the sliver of moon overhead, but he knew exactly where he was going, having done so numerous times before. And more often recently, as the unseasonably chilly evenings had been coming frequently over the past couple weeks.

It wasn't a terribly long walk, but it felt like it in the cool air, the reptile having to fight to keep his teeth from chattering as he made the trek. "Th-this...is not summer..." he grumbled to himself, giving voice to his frustrations despite the absence of an audience - somehow, complaining out loud seemed to help just enough until he could reach his real comfort. "When the h-hell is it gonna start acting like it?"

At least there was something he could do about it, he tried to tell himself as he walked into the woods, clenching his jaw to steel himself in the cold. Though there were some issues he had with his method...but it was effective, and he didn't really have many other options. Besides that, whatever objections he had were well outmatched by getting away from the cold. And as terrible as the cold made him feel, he was willing to pay almost any price.

Finally he had arrived: a small circle of trees with a large orange furry heat source in the middle. The Arcanine's eyes were closed at first glance, but one popped open as his keen senses of hearing and smell alerted him to the presence of a familiar individual. He rose and stretched with a grin as the Sceptile arrived in his vicinity. "Well, well, back again, Fernne?"

Fernne rolled his eyes, a bit put out by the tone of that statement. In spite of that, though, he was already feeling a bit better just by being in the Arcanine's domain; he knew he would put up with whatever ribbing he had to to sleep comfortably for the night. "You know how much the cold bugs me, Naran. I'd be in agony if I tried to stay in my den tonight."

"It has been kinda strange for this time of year, huh? Not that I'm complaining, heh heh...You wanna share in my heat, right? You know the deal."

The Sceptile let out a long, resigned sigh. "Yes, yes, same as always...I'm ready."

Naran nodded, grinning more broadly. "Good...then get started."

Fernne nodded back in response, and then approached Naran. As he neared, he ducked under the Arcanine's torso and got on all fours underneath him, his head right up near Naran's sheath, a bit of red already poking out. His shivers were gone, effectively placated by the heat emitted by the fiery Pokémon above him; already Naran was fulfilling his part of the deal, so Fernne didn't waste time, taking that tip in his hand and rubbing it to coax the rest of that length out.

This type of thing wasn't entirely to Fernne's liking. Certainly, it was physically pleasurable, and a good opportunity to get his own rocks off as well, but the encounters felt entirely too...transactional. There wasn't any romance or affect between the two of them - they were casual friends at best, not even that close - and he vastly preferred sex with someone he had feelings for. It just felt more meaningful and complete that way.

But Naran was calling the shots, and from what he could tell, he had absolutely no desire for such things. On the contrary, it seemed like the Arcanine only enjoyed it when he was making someone trade it for something they wanted. Fernne sometimes wondered if it was more about the power game to him, that he wanted to feel like an "alpha" or some such thing. Or perhaps Naran had been burned one too many times in romance and had decided to just abandon it entirely. He'd never asked, so he didn't know.

Still, as he rubbed along that ever-growing meat underneath his warmer, he had to admit that, despite the less-than-ideal nature of the interaction, it was more than effective at getting him warm in a hurry. Since that was why he was here in the first place, it was the main reason he willingly accepted the terms every time, everything else was just details for the time being. Thus, he let those thoughts slip away for now, focusing now on the task at hand.

Fernne let his tongue dance along the tip of Naran's cock as it closed in on his muzzle. It was definitely an imposing sight, not that Fernne was surprised in the least - the Arcanine was taller on four legs than he was on two, so right from the first time this had happened he knew that he'd be dealing with a beast. It was still growing, almost to its full size, and Fernne simply allowed it to encroach on his mouth, pushing in a little as he stroked his hand along the rest of the length, attending especially to the growing bulge near the base. The taste was intense to his sensitive smell and taste senses, a powerful, hot and masculine tenor that was starting to ignite his own arousal, considerably smaller than Naran's but no less needy. Still, he tried to focus on pleasuring the big dog, leaving himself for later - he knew that he had it coming.

He was hearing alternating growling and whining moans from Naran, a clear sign to him that he was closing in on something. His hot length had reached its full size, and Fernne's hand had retreated to the ground in preparation, his mouth now the only thing applied to that meat, licking and sucking around the first bit. He wanted to be ready for when-

Suddenly Naran bucked, shoving about halfway into Fernne's mouth and throat, startling the Sceptile. That was what he had been trying to prepare for, and even then it had caught him off-guard. He choked a bit, almost gagged, but got enough control to adjust and continue working Naran, rolling his tongue along what it could reach and humming to send sensations through what was deeper in. Soon the Arcanine began humping him in earnest, forcing more and more of his cock into Fernne's gullet, filling him with heat.

He'd taken it most of the way, the only part not entering his mouth being that wide knot. Not that Naran didn't seem to be trying to get that in, with it banging against Fernne's mouth with some force, not quite enough to be painful but enough to be a bit discomforting. He very much hoped Naran wasn't going to try to tie with his mouth, that would be very uncomfortable for the both of them. Fortunately, the Arcanine's movements were becoming a bit more erratic and desperate, and he was seemingly almost at his peak already, so it wasn't something he would have to worry about for long.

Indeed, it was just seconds before Naran pressed in up to but not including his knot and howled, sending a burst of hot liquid into Fernne's body, the Sceptile shuddering from the new heat, very much enjoying the warming. He sucked hard through Naran's climax, trying to get as much of his seed out as he could, before Naran finally had had enough and pulled back, leaving only a small spurt in Fernne's mouth for him to taste. It was hot and a touch spicy, not exactly to his taste, but he wasn't about to complain; the load in his stomach was warming him nicely, and now he knew he had to focus on the next round.

He pulled himself out from under Naran, eyes darting around until they settled on a nearby large stump, one he was rather familiar with. A bit unsteadily, he walked over to that stump and laid back onto it, legs in the air and his stiff leafy tail hanging down onto the ground. They'd needed to experiment a bit to find the best position given the obstruction of Fernne's tail, which wasn't comfortable on Naran's chest. This seemed to work better than anything for them, giving Naran his clear opening as well as providing the most warmth to Fernne.

The Arcanine didn't leave Fernne hanging, quickly positioning himself over the Sceptile; the fur was almost right in his face, but he didn't mind, enjoying the warmth of the Naran's closeness. He felt that huge meat prod around his hole, lining itself up to take him, his own member throbbing in anticipation. Whatever his typical preference, he wasn't complaining about his treatment right now.

Naran was a touch more controlled this time than he had been with the oral sex, pushing into Fernne insistently but not bucking or ramming in. The Sceptile let out a long, low moan as he was filled in such a sensitive spot by so much size and warmth, twitching and jerking as he felt it rub along his prostate, and then harder as he felt the tip spike into a "hot spot" deep inside him that was insanely sensitive to heat. He felt his own cock jet a splash of pre out, most of it catching onto Naran's fur, hissing a bit as it started to vaporize. That fur was just close enough to barely tickle the tip of his length, giving it the stimulation his own hands couldn't provide as he needed to keep his grip on the stump.

It wasn't long before Naran was pressed in just up to his knot, moaning out loudly at the sensation of being inside such a tight space. In earlier encounters he had waited here for Fernne to adjust to his size, but now he knew that the Sceptile could handle it just fine, he didn't pause for long before pulling out slowly and then pushing back in, definitely increasing his speed as he began to fuck Fernne in earnest. He heard him cry out in pleasure underneath him as he pressed in, a glorious sound of pleasure that was music to his ears. Without a doubt, Fernne was Naran's favorite Pokémon to screw - he knew exactly how responsive the Sceptile was to stimulation from heat, and he very much enjoyed the obvious pleasure Fernne felt as a result of his tool. Though Naran would never actually say it, he rather hoped it would stay cool so he could take Fernne over and over again, without having to wait around for the opportunity to arise.

It only took a few thrusts, a few proddings of his two sensitive zones and a little ticking along his cocktip for Fernne to cum, his thick seed shooting out over his body and Naran's fur. His body clamped down on that hot dog in spite of himself, but Naran simply continued to power through it, his size and strength managing to overcome Fernne's resistance. As he died down from his peak, he felt Naran pick up the pace, striking his insides with more force and more speed, ensuring that he never softened and was still feeling those intense sensations that kept him primed and ready. He couldn't help but moan out loudly himself, or occasionally crying out at the pleasure spikes; Naran may not have known anything of romance but Fernne couldn't deny he was an excellent fuck.

As Naran's pace built up, Fernne could feel that knot striking against his hole, starting to demand entry into him. Quite unlike the first round, he expected to be tied like this, having been so all but the first couple of times they had done this. And far from his hopes with his mouth, this time he very much wanted to be tied - to have the heat from that stick radiate throughout him, and to keep in all the hot Arcanine cum that would help keep him warmer throughout the night. He spread his legs wider, trying to open up for Naran, wordlessly calling for him to finish the action.

Naran wasn't in any rush to bring this to its end, though, hitting his stride and staying there for several minutes, though a second orgasm by Fernne, pushing his knot against the Sceptile but never through him, reveling in the sensations and keeping himself held back just enough to make the fun last. It was almost torturous for Fernne, his body remaining highly responsive to everything Naran was throwing at him, the stimulation starting to mess with his mind a bit as he waited pleadingly for that final movement.

Finally, just when it started to feel to Fernne like he would have to beg out loud for it, Naran suddenly started slamming hard, pushing fiercely against the tight hole with every hit. It wasn't long before it yielded, stretching wide around that knot and sucking it in eagerly. The first few times it had been quite painful for Fernne to feel this process, but now there was no pain, only singular pleasure as he was tied tight, the sensation enough to make him cum for a third time, the last of his fluids spurting out weakly, mostly over his stomach. He heard that howl again, more loudly this time, as Naran's locked-in cock unleashed a barrage of steaming semen within him, his body feeling a pleasant surge of heat from it all radiating throughout him, every part of his body feeling complete comfort from the chill of the night.

It took a while for the input to cease, leaving Fernne feeling full and satisfied, warmed to perfection. He laid there on the stump, still jam-packed, until he felt a furry foreleg pick him up close and pull him away. Naran rolled onto his side, taking the Sceptile with him and holding him close, his knot still firmly tucked away inside. It would be a while before they separated - Naran's knot tended to last a fair bit longer than others. Not that that was a problem for either of them.

Fernne purred contentedly as he felt Naran close up around him, enveloping him in furry heat, providing warmth from the outside as well as the inside. His tired body was prompting him to sleep, knowing that he would be fine at least until tomorrow. When he woke up, that would be the end of the deal, at least until next time. The heavy breathing around him, the sounds of Naran falling to sleep himself, helped him feel even more relaxed as he closed his eyes and shuttled off into his own warm slumber.