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Liam tried to push himself to his feet, but it was a losing effort; his battered body refused to cooperate, and he fell back, almost in a prone position, one arm under him as he tried to at least stay on his knees. If he went all the way down now, he didn't know if he would get back up.

"That's all the fight you could put up, bitch? Pathetic...I didn't even use my claws and flames." The taunting voice belonged to a Charmeleon, who had scarcely a mark on him. Liam wanted to voice a complaint but all he could manage was a moan; the fire creature, self-proclaimed master of the territory which the Treecko had apparently walked into, was far larger than him and had a significant strength advantage, Liam never could have hoped to beat him even with such 'generosity.'

He hadn't expected anything like this. He'd been around these woods before and had never run into any trouble. Sure, he hadn't been in this particular area, but there was no reason to think that it would be any more trouble. And then the Charmeleon had sucker-punched him, and it was all downhill from there.

"Ah, well, I suppose I didn't expect more. But don't get comfy, bitch, that was just part one of the lesson." He hadn't even realized that the Charmeleon had moved to stand right over him, and when he looked up his stomach began to crawl; a long, hot, red cock was already on display, and there was no doubt that it was going to be used nor what it's target was going to be. Apparently the Charmeleon was one of those types - physical domination simply wasn't enough.

There wasn't really any question of escape. At top shape Liam was faster, but in his condition he was going nowhere, and even if he did have a second wind the Charmeleon was practically on top of him already. As it was, the Charmeleon simply shoved his foot under Liam's body and flipped him roughly onto his back, before climbing over and positioning himself, pinning Liam by his arms onto the ground purely in a show of power and control.

"Get ready to scream, my little grass lizard bitch."

It wasn't quite a scream, but Liam's cry when that burning shaft was plunged into him was as close as his tired body was getting. The fire lizard wasn't offering any mercy, thrusting at a rapid pace right from the get-go. The tapered shape of his dick meant that every time he pushed in he was stretching his victim's hole all over again, the repeated tightening feeling especially pleasurable for him. He could feel the Treecko struggling and writhing under him, which made him enjoy it all the more - especially knowing it wasn't all fighting him.

Indeed, despite the force of the act, Liam was starting to feel a great deal of pleasure. His Grass-type body was remarkably sensitive to heat, and not just in the bad ways; it wasn't taking long for his pleasure points to override the pain signals and start to drive him to his own arousal. He already had his own boner, almost begging for its own attention under the heated assault, not that he could do anything about that. He had his eyes closed tight and his jaw clamped shut to try to deny the Charmeleon the satisfaction of knowing his pleasure, but he couldn't fight the moans and his body's bucking against those powerful arms.

He didn't realize he was on the verge of climax until it was too late to do anything about it. With a loud cry halfway between agony and ecstasy, he was set off, his thick semen spurting up onto his chest and torso. He spasmed under the Charmeleon, clamping down tightly around the invading pole, which only served to heighten the pleasure for both of them. A mocking laugh pierced his ears, the Charmeleon laughing at him, perhaps at how easily he was brought over or perhaps at how much he seemed to be enjoying his forced submission.

The moment that laugh ended, though, the Charmeleon kicked himself into overdrive, bucking harder into his victim and forcing as much pleasure out of him as he could. His rapid entry made the Grass-type's hole seem even tighter, gripping him snugly and setting all his nerves alight. With as much energy as he could muster, he slammed himself into Liam, finally locking their hips together with a snarl as he let loose a flood of blazing seed into his victim. Every pump felt like a triumph, a successful defense of his territory and domination of a trespasser, and he knew the Treecko was aware of every bit of it. Eventually, his flow tapered off, and he pulled out and sat back on the ground, panting, eyes closed. It rarely felt that good, and he wanted to savor it.

It was now that Liam saw an opening. He had no idea what the Charmeleon might have planned for him - whether he might kill him, or drag him back to his den for some unpleasant fate, or what, and he knew he needed to put distance between them...but his limbs were rubbery and weak, and he knew he wasn't going to be able to run fast enough to avoid the Charmeleon's pursuit. But the intense fuck had affected him; the pain from his beating had been numbed temporarily, and he felt a bit of energy in his reserves from the adrenaline. His eyes fell on the recovering Charmeleon, on his still-hard dick, and he realized there was an option.

If I can outlast him...knock him out...I might be able to get away.

The Charmeleon was snapped out of his afterglow by the sudden sensation of his cock being enveloped in something relatively cool and wet. His first instinct was to pull away, but as he moved the Treecko let himself be pulled, latched onto that shaft like his life depended on it (perhaps because he was concerned that it did). He bobbed down hard on it, taking a good bit into his throat, feeling a bit of tension from the heat but not letting that stop him. Soon he had the Charmeleon moaning, tongue hanging out, enjoying the forceful blowjob. "Ahhhh...looks like we got a regular cockslut here..."

Liam paid the words as little mind as he could, focusing everything on the vigorous working of that fiery organ. It rapidly got harder to do so when the Charmeleon's claws found the back of his head and held him as he began bucking into his mouth, forcing himself further down the Treecko's protesting throat and giving him more of a burning sensation through his upper body. His eyes were watering from the strain and the heat, but the adrenaline from the fear and danger kept him working at it, using his tongue to rub the tip whenever the Charmeleon pulled back and then extending it towards the fire lizard's slit when he went in.

With so much going on, it wasn't very long before his efforts bore fruit. The Charmeleon's thrusts started to become unsteady, and the grip on his head tightened. Desperately, he teased around the shaft with his tongue, hoping to find the right trigger, and then he got it. With a snarl, the blazing liquid burst from the Charmeleon, forcing copious amounts of searing liquid down into Liam. After the first shots he pulled back, surprising the Treecko by removing himself until he was spurting right into his mouth. The taste and heat of that fiery semen only served to fuel Liam's revived lust, overpowering his senses as he made every effort to swallow it down, the excess dribbling out of his mouth and down onto his body.

As the flow died off, the Charmeleon pulled himself from Liam's mouth. The Treecko panted, hot in more ways than one, still on his knees and finding it close to impossible to rise up. He'd been hoping that the act would have gotten the Charmeleon more complacent, but the growl he heard seemed to indicate just the opposite.

"Well well, I didn't think I'd get a slut like this in my territory. You seem to think you can just catch me off-guard and suck me dry...well, I don't just let sluts get away with that."

Liam was suddenly turned and pushed to the ground on his stomach, the rough landing winding him a little bit more. He barely had time to get his bearings before he was grabbed again, and the now-familiar sensation of being forcibly penetrated had him calling out again. From above him, he heard the Charmeleon growl as he has put into action a third time, doing his best not to let himself seem like he was wearing down as he barreled into the grass lizard below him. "That's right, slut, beg for it, scream for it!"

"M-more! Fuck me harder, you fiery bastard!" Though it was too breathless to sound intimidating, Liam hoped the demanding tone would get the Charmeleon going more, so he would expend more energy. Though, in honesty with himself, part of him wanted it simply for the pleasure. Either way, the Charmeleon obliged, pistoning his hot dick in and out of Liam harder than ever before. His breath was coming out in steamy puffs, the frenzy definitely starting to wear on him, but he refused to allow this to hinder him in his goal of teaching the Treecko a lesson.

Liam felt almost like he was literally on fire now. Every time the Charmeleon hilted in him it was like a fireball spewing from the center of his body to every bit of him, the magma he'd already been infused with weakening his already meager heat resistance to essentially nothing. He'd orgasmed twice more from the vicious thrusts triggering every spot within him over and over, and he was still achingly hard and desperate for more. He clung to his captor, straining to be filled again, to have more of that heat funneled into him...

He got his wish granted soon, as the strangled roar heralded more shots into his rear, feeling hotter than ever before, almost like a literal volcano was erupting in his ass. It triggered yet another round of his own, though his well had long since run dry, leaving the force of the climax nowhere to go but inside. Tightening and writhing, the sensations mercilessly wracked him, the only thing keeping him steady being the Charmeleon's claws holding him down and using him to milk him of all his burning spunk.

Soon even the fire lizard relented, pulling himself out of Liam and stumbling back a step before falling back onto the ground. He was panting heavily, the immensity of his own pleasure having taken quite a bit out of him; surely, he thought that the Treecko had gotten more than he could handle by then. The last thing he expected was the green lizard standing back up, wobbly and hazy-eyed but clearly upright. Liam's rational mind had mostly given up by now; everything was running on automatic, and his only focus was the new battle between them. The Charmeleon had sussed him out, but that wasn't going to stop him...in fact, it was fueling him, thought of escape having gradually turned into facing down a challenge. He hadn't been able to go toe-to-toe with him in a regular battle, but he could still defeat his foe in another way.

He practically leapt on top of the Charmeleon, shocking the fire lizard with the speed he moved. Before he could think twice, Liam speared himself on that burning dick once again, getting them both to cry out as they were forced back into high stimulation before they were really prepared. Blazing claws cleaved furrows in the ground as the Treecko rode him hard, his position not giving him much ability to thrust himself, not that he needed it with the force of the grassy reptile.

The heat never seemed to die down within Liam - he couldn't adapt to it, it seared beyond any means of adjustment. That meant that all the heat-sensitive spots in him were firing without end, bathing his body and brain in pleasure signals, drowning out the aching exhaustion that would have taken over long ago without it. That he could drop himself onto that massive poker over and over was entirely due to that heat that never let up, but he used it for all he could, persisting even as he was driven to another orgasm, his body tightening and tensing but never stopping, desperate to draw more volcanic seed from his opponent. There was no doubt the Charmeleon would have more, his own body going into production overdrive to more powerfully impose itself on the type-weak male.

He could only go so hard, though, his weary limbs unable to pick him up fast enough to get the full prize. Liam got a signal that the Charmeleon was close when the lizard grabbed his legs and started yanking him down after he pulled up, and it was a welcome respite after several minutes of doing all the work. He folded into the fiery foe's power, letting him propel himself for the most part to his final blow, and true to his expectations, he once again felt a surge of lava within him, bringing him to an agonizing peak yet again...he'd more than lost count of how often he'd gotten there, all that mattered was that he stay awake until the Charmeleon had had enough.

Suddenly he was thrown off of the Charemelon's cock, and onto his back on the grass. In a second the Charmeleon was over him, snarling. "You think...I'm gonna...fucking...let you...take control? You'll...get it...now, plant fuck!" Again Liam was penetrated, hard but not as hard as before, the Charmeleon's raspy breathing a signal of his fatigue. Like the Treecko, the Charmeleon was reduced to only the intense drive to compete to sustain him, the need to not be beaten by someone that he shouldn't have been struggling against. He'd never had a fuck this long or intense before, not even close, and he wasn't about to let himself be outlasted by a Treecko, not if he could help it. He thrust as hard as he could, sacrificing pace to hide his weakness as best he could to his target, growling harshly every time he went in. "You're not...gonna get...the better...of me!"

Liam wanted to return the taunt, match the Charmeleon's intensity to try to bolster his own, but he couldn't speak, not with how heavy he was breathing and how tired every part of him was. His entire focus was on remaining lucid enough to outlast his enemy, and even that was being heavily taxed. But he had to do it, he could see how much the fire lizard was faltering, even as he did his best to keep up he was running down, Liam still had a chance. But it was all going to be at his effort, Liam couldn't even try to tighten himself and try to increase the pressure on that burning cock. The Charmeleon really did have total control now, and he was taking it all out on him, as much as he had left anyway.

The Treecko yelled out as yet another orgasm tore through him, his body convulsing as he tried to shoot and nothing came forth, his body dried up and begging for peace. Yet he denied it, breathlessly coaxing more from the Charmeleon, who refused to let up even through his own orgasm, weak rivulets of inferno forced into him as he kept slamming him hard through his own ragged breaths, unleashing heat to drive the mind numbing pleasure higher and higher...

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Liam came to slowly, an almighty ache all throughout his body, worst in his groin. At first he didn't remember what had happened, but as his consciousness shook off the fog, the memory of the previous day's events returned with an intensity to rival the pain. Slowly, he got to his feet, fighting the urge to collapse back down as his muscles lectured him for his efforts.

He turned his head, and felt his heart skip a beat when he saw the Charmeleon still there. But the fire lizard was still out, breathing the deep breaths of sleep. His body was notably stained with dried fluids...as was Liam's, he realized as he looked down at himself. He turned and walked quietly away, slowly enough to avoid triggering any sharp pains that might make him cry out and wake the Charmeleon, but fast enough that he might feel comfortable again.

As he walked through the woods, he soon started seeing familiar grounds, and directed himself towards a pond. As soon as he got there, he half-fell in, feeling immensely relieved as the warmish water slightly soothed the soreness in his body. As he got himself sitting on the bank, he tried to remember the end of the match between himself and the Charmeleon. There was a point where everything became hazy...he knew they didn't stop there, but couldn't recall how much longer he'd managed to keep going, nor whether he'd actually succeeded in outlasting the Charmeleon. All he knew was they couldn't have continued on much longer, either of them, but try as he might any hint of information about the victor was unfound. With a sigh, he gave up trying, instead contenting himself with the thought that he had at least succeeded in avoiding a far worse fate, and maybe he'd at least come away with a tie.

A few slight efforts were made to actively wash the dried come off of his body, but every movement brought pain, and he decided to just wait it out longer. Some time passed, he didn't know how much, but his peace was interrupted by the sound of a familiar voice.

"Well well...look who it is."

Liam's eyes shot open and he whirled around in the water, crying out in pain as he felt his body punish him for that effort. Through watering eyes, he could see the figure of the Charmeleon not too far from the pond. "H-how...did you..."

"Find you?" The Charmeleon snickered in amusement. "You have that much scent on you and you thought you wouldn't leave a trail?" Liam watched him, apprehensively, as he walked up to the edge of the pond, clearly moving gingerly himself, setting up not quite far enough from Liam for his comfort, and slid himself in up to his chest, the water hissing in response to his heat, his tail just submerged and bubbling as the gases flowed out of it. "Nnngah...yeah...that's good..."

Liam stayed tight, unsure what was going to happen; every part of him was on high alert, though he feared that he wouldn't be able to react due to the pain even if he did have to. Yet, bizarrely, the Charmeleon seemed perfectly content where he was, and against his wishes, he felt himself being forced to relax in order to relieve the pain and tension.

"You know..." the Charmeleon was looking at him now, and he still looked amused - though, in a somewhat less predatory way than the previous day. "I've fought and fucked a lot of intruders into my territory before. And I've lost my share in the fighting, sure. But you're the first Pokémon who's ever got me to fuck till I dropped. And a Grass-type at that, I figured you'd be out like a light almost right away...or at least, after I figured out what you were going for."

"Uh..." Liam wasn't quite sure how to respond to that. "Well...I guess I didn't expect to last that long, either."

"Well, you did. And I respect anyone that can go toe-to-toe with me, even if it's not in, ah, traditional combat." The Charmeleon put out his clawed hand towards Liam. "And anyone I respect is welcome in my territory. I'm Bizon."

Liam wondered if this was some kind of trick, if the Charmeleon was just looking to get him in a moment of vulnerability, but there was a distinctly different attitude about him than before - none of the ruthlessness and viciousness that he'd seen. With some hesitation, he took the proffered hand and shook it. "I'm...I'm Liam."

"Well met, Liam. If you'd like, I can show you around my area, let you see my den. You're welcome to stay there, if you'd like...and after we recover, perhaps I can 'challenge' you again."

It took a moment for Liam to process that. What he'd done had been on the order of life and death, and he wondered if he could really call that up again when it wasn't so dire...but he simply showed Bizon a sly grin with a hint of his own fire, not letting his doubts on. He had his own pride, after all, and a victory over an opponent with plenty of advantages was a pretty sweet fruit to dangle before him.

"You're on."