FSE

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One violent jerk from the window woke me up. It was shaking to every whim of the road. I didn't sleep very well, of course ; preyed by the hot weather, sweaty for the kilometers I've gone across, and dirty due to the whole travel, it was hard to reach the wonderlands of dreams in this old, cheap, creaking, freaking van. I straightened my back in a sluggish endeavor, as the dreamy image of his blue gaze and his fiery smile vanished in the cold wind of the air-conditioning and in the shine of the sunset, right on the shaking vehicul

I glanced at the clock on the dashboard. 5:47pm. Sat in a broken seat covered by a gold and fake material, our swarthy driver finished to bring me back to reality with his big voice, reeling off syllables at an astounding speed. He did it and turned his head in a way as to be heard by our friend, sat, for her part, at the end of the minibus.

"He say that he prefer very a lot the new political system because the old- erm, accept... allow... no. Guaaarding... ? You know, when you... Just let it as it is." His just married husband helped her : "Keep... ?" So she was able to carry on with her regional accent : "Yes, keep traditions, and respect religion." Other people's reactions followed. "I understood." "Traditions are really important. Respect, religious values, and all that stuff must be kept, that's what make us what we are, and know how to behave with Pokémon." "Not like this story of 'Poké-wedding'..." "Uh, don't even talk about it !"

A bit dizzy due to my uncomfortable sleep and the rude awakening, I settled myself more correctly in my seat, dusted my shirt and looked outside the vast white mountains and emerald forests. These natural wonders, full of adventure and exploration, were fastly passing behind the guard-rail of the highway while our van raced, and while the others continued.

"Huh ? 'Poké-wedding' ? What's that ?" "One Pokémon Professor talked about it in a _Nadia Report_before we left : a story about one of his students who were writing a thesis or a certain something, and who were standing for the idea of a furry-Pokémon union. I mean, true union ; like a wedding." "That's Tauros-shit." "I know Pokémon are as intelligent are we are, but..." "Well, people do whatever they want." "Yes, but... I mean ; me, I really love my Minccino, but, like everybody love his Pokémon. It'd never come to my mind to... Yurk." "Yeah." "This said, this Professor is kind of alone in his opinion. I mean that he didn't get much support ; so the matter had only been mentionned." "Oh. I thought it was an other weird law to be voted." "No, no." "Good."

Silence.

"And so ? Does he travel too ? Has he ever left his region before ?" Our friend repeated the question in our driver's language, who answered after a moment of understanding, with a sudden burst of voice, letting run his fingers on the wheel. His little Chatot was sleeping on the top of the dashboard, I didn't know how ; his tail was beating slowly the rhythm of his heart.

The talk about the regional driver's viewpoint carried on and on, during kilometers. The others kept thanking him for his kindness and the efficacity during this week of trips. Despite the fact that he was paid, fed and had a room at our charge, and the fact he was just doing its job. My thoughts got lost in the landscape which was going as fast as we must be non-stop with visiting places, towns. And we didn't even stop for a friendly battle with the local people. I frankly wonder why I chose to go with this group.

The fertile, winding relief and his misty mountains with rare paddy fields leveled little by little, and his grays blocks stained with holes began to grow, helped by ocher cranes which were swinging among them. Nature were disappearing in urban, which was as fructuous as the latter, but in artificial colors nd development; constructions sites stretched into sandy lakes, suburbs and their ran down shacks in wretchedness spread like Paras's mushrooms on trees, eating them progressively, and covering them with their swarming, disordered moss. Inside those, some districts of corn fields made persist the greenery, with little streets where ran a handful of lean Skiddo between two Watmel roots. Sometimes, children and their knees covered in mud would run after the van, accompanied by little Trubbish. The adults we saw were poorly dressed and were sitting on plastic chairs, between three pools of dried urine and two stalls of green Berries ; they were looking at us, if not staring at, in a sort of an emotionless way. We couldn't do anything but noticing them, giving gazes full of pity to people with frozen and expressionless gazes. The wall of our stained glasses was leaving this impression, this powerless feeling of appearing powerful. One of my hand was dangling at the cord of my pendant, caressing it between my thumb and my forefinger, following the smooth lines of a Zekrom's carving, embedded in the cold material ; with the other hand in my pocket, I firmly held the metalic sphere which contained my companion. I was glad he was safe, with all the comfort he could have. At least, I tried hard to do so, in order to fulfill him as I could ; but his warm returns could only but confirm his happiness. The flora died in the same time our sunrays did, passing under the horizon, at an hour which still remained early for our western summers. The pitiful evening lands gave way to the surprising night canyons, dug by peaks blooming of glass and neon lights. These buildings, with their brighting foliages and their shiny fruits, grow like tall grass under the night's darkness, and the ground, illuminating by his own, covered itself with the yellowish halo coming from the ferocious cars' lights, the lianas of street lamps, the trunks of traffic signals, and the front window of the commercial caves, flooded with scampering paws. On dry but humid land, the urban jungle was in full swing, and we drove into at breakneck speed. As soon as we had entered it, the horns were roaring, whether it be to intimidate, to warn, or to battle, the red and white eyes of the rolling masses flickered ; all of this in a hive of activity, colonies of two-wheels in the snaked in and out, whose each weak beast, mounted by four beings at a time, was struggling under their weight. Without taking into account the real Durant, added to the constant flow of people, without their own road to go safely. The global movement of this world was irregular and seemed never-ending to me, marked by some people's agility to slip when they had to, disrupted by these tired beings or machines who would slam on the brakes without warning, in the fumes and the gases of this rusty fauna.

"Took your bags and suitcases", said our native friend from the region. "We get up here !" The others passengers, who were ready to leave since we had entered into the city, hurried up all of the sudden, get up to grab the luggage compartment and bended down under the dirty seats. "Okay, here we go !" "Can you take my suitcase down for me please ?" "Here, give me the grub bag." "Mummy, could you give me your hat ?" "Don't forget the beans !" "Have you got back my water bottle ?" They called back their little Pokémon, backpacks and shoulder bags flew and suitcases stood upright on their casters in the rustling of plastic bags, and our driver opened the sliding van door with an energetic slam, which woke up his Chatot with a start The whole group hurried up to get out and leapt on the sidewalk, where the city tumult prevailed. For my part, grabbing the strap of my bag firmly, I was patiently waiting the aisle wasn't blocked anymore, as the good guy who had sat in front seats in order to avoid travel sickness. My turn came quickly, and I followed their steps, caught my piece of luggage, mumbled a "Thanks" in the driver's language, at exactly 8:12 p.m. I finally get out, and the cold of the air-conditionning evaporated ; a sudden stifling, oriental atmosphere overwhelmed me. The sun could have set for an hour and a half, his heat remained, helped by the latitude's humidity.

The population abounded from everywhere outside. The others had gathered the luggage around a bus stop, and, following the instructions of our friend, also organizer, and of her young husband, we had to wait them. They must find our hotel for the night ; according to them, it was worth the waiting. The had to situate the train station for tomorrow morning, train which will lead us to a plane, plane which will lead us to another part of the region. Yay. Meanwhile they seeked our place to sleep, I found myself, among the others, right in the middle of this random, foreign city. It wasn't a very entertaining moment ; I simply stayed at my place, next to my unique suitcase. Nobody came to ask me if I had a good travel, but I didn't pray them to do so. The young vixen in the group looked at me and made a kind smile ; I answered politely in the same way, and then I get my notebook out of my pocket, and start to scratch in it.

When they came back to us, they joyfully announced us the hotel was nearby. So, after having cross some streets of this urban mess while I was lost in my thoughts, we eventually reached the glorious, promised hotel. It had a very clean appearance from the outside, with bright, harsh, but harmonious lights, brilliant panes and some golden decorations. The great, illuminated revolving door revealed to us a spacious lobby, where, on a long marble table, was swaggering a big, four-master ship made of jade, facing a large fish tank who occupied one wall of the room. Finneon were swimming and blossoming as they could ; above them, on an entire wall section, a golden carving of a Reshiram was watching them carefully. When I passed in front of it, I smiled proudly, sticking out my chest so that my pendant was visible. Then one of the group traveler made a gesture with his paw to catch my attention. He made me understand I had to come ; I approached, and he asked me my room reservation, that I had to give to the kind female cat of the reception desk. I rummaged in my bag during a moment, finally get out my copies under sheet protector, and I gave them to the girl with a tired smile. She babbled three words in her language, I took the room pass she was handing me, and then we went to the elevator, who was next to the Reshiram's carving.

I get out when the cabine reached my floor, and wave a hand to the group, who was smiling "See ya later !". Then I went to my door, which had a golden number right in its center : 2232. I promptly opened the door by sliding my card in the locker, and then, I was eventually in. The room reflected curiously well the picture of the region I had had until now. Larger and most gorgeous than the others I could have seen before, his organisation, furniture and general look were worth the few more Pokédollars I'd paid. A cosy living-room, with a sofa and two comfy chair were even there ; a great TV screen was hung on a designed furniture, which can be used as a chest of drawers on the sides. I could see the bedroom, as its door had been let wide open ; it was quite narrow considering our hotels, but at least it was in the same style as the living-room, and it had a large double bed, all in an impeccable white sheet, without a fold.

I left my suitcase near to the front door I closed carefully, and I went on further in the 2232 room. A moderne lamp on the ceiling, waxed wood and soft carpet, the bed-linen were not stained this time ; the night stand neighbored a room of glass walls, and here I noticed the quality of the bathroom we had, behind the hanging wood blind. I half-opened his transparent door ; I had the wonderful surprise of finding a great, state-of-the-art shower stall, with space in front of it, and a toilet bowl aside. I had to be content with all the terrible hotels we've been across these last days... Despite that, it would be enough to look at this room a little closer to notice nevertheless that the carpet was a bit dusty, the seals yellowed, and that two or three cracks were running along the plaster walls here and there - without taking into account the TV hung askew, the dirt in the drawers and the rigidity of the bed mattress. Well, I was freakingly accostumed to the tough beds in this region ; and the place was not that room on the summit of the Torag mountains, where our dear friend the vixen had had the fright of her lifetime when she saw the motel's rooms and their blackened walls, bed-linen with holes, a square of tiles with squashed dirtiness as a bathroom... Not forgetting the toilets dug with a sole, foul hole in the floor, and the living Jolitk stuck on the broken bedside lamp. I went to try the switches. Lights, okay, outlets, okay, air-conditioning... Huh. I was switching on and off the toggle switch : nothing. Hm. It was fresh enough in here for the moment, we'll make do.

But I didn't lose more time and let my Pokémon come out - my Charizard. He was barely out that he did not even take more time to enjoy the qualities of the room ; he hardly saw the toilets that he quickly stomped towards, moaning. I must say that the interregion rest areas we've gone through all day seemed not healthy enough to our guide to allow our Pokémon to use them, by being full of not-so-clean people lying everywhere in their garbage, blocking the access to the public water-closed - when they were closed enough and when they had water. So the intestinal relief must had been postponed hour after hour, and my big buddy couldn't take it anymore.

So then, I saw him pushing the bathroom door, running to use the toilet bowl, putting himself in the right position, rising his flaming tail, and then I closed the door behind him. I went to my suitcase, opening it to take out my night boxer, prepare my stuff to have a wash, and, I'd almost forgot, take out clean clothes for the next day, to lose less time... as possible... if my alarm clock... wouldn't... ring... I stopped moving a moment. The grunting from the near room, while the Charizard's gases were trumpeting in the closed space, were followed by brief sighs of relief, winds echoing in the porcelain tank. I sank into a chair, and I sighed, finally happy to have a place where I could take a break in peace. I looked towards the bathroom, where my very busy companion were relieving himself freely - I shook my head, and I decided to turn on the TV, so I caught the remote. His flabby buttons didn't give me any results ; the screen was still black. I thought about trying the radio, but I gave up when it comes to me that I will not understand a word in this region, and that I will certainly be annoyed by the sizzle. So I stayed in my chair, where I opened my sneakers which were begging for it after a whole day of travel, took off my socks heated by sweat and put my paws on the carpet. The male in fire nearby pushed out even more bombastic, splattery farts. He let fall his chunks of poop in the water with a splash, and pissed one moment in a noisy gush ; I tried to entertain myself by rubbing my toes deep in the soft carpet, remembering the places and people I've met in such a journey...

But it was useless. I was pulled out my postcards pictures and came back to reality due to a deep, wet sound of tuba, followed by an umpteenth happy sigh. Fuck. After an umpteenth surreptitious fantasy, I decided to get closer ; I stood up, walked up to the bathroom, and pinned me carefully against the door, my ear and my beating temple against the cold. A little growl, followed by an indistinguishable crackling and a soft splash testified a new soggy log. It made place to another long fart, fiercely pushed. The low-pitched flatus now echoed in the whole room, and made the thin door vibrating a bit, as his rectum would do hard. I heard the beast taking his breath, tired to have to expel so much in one go. I physically feeled that I was truly enjoying the situation, considering the erection which was pushing my pants and the nostrils I opened. I was breathing fast, as I was inhaling all of it ; I was imagining him, prominent muscles, panting, his tongue out, sweating in all these smelling fumes of his own.

A brief break, a last squeaky flatulence, and then I heard him get up, his big paws scratching the tiles, and he went clean up his rump on the paper made for beings of his bulk, that I had saw in long rolls, hung against the wall. Once wiped, he tore the large sheet of paper, and activate the flush, breathing out of satisfaction in front of a well-done job. I returned to my chair, and grabbed a bottle of water, just to feel the fresh flow down my oesophagus, and to cool me down, too. The gurgle of the piping continued, but I didn't see him get out ; and the flush's flow seems quite short to me. He activated once more the washing mechanism, and I heard the piping clink. At the same time I was wondering if I'd go, he came out ; he passed his long, horned orange head, in the door opening, and expressed an inkling of worry in his aquamarine eyes.

"Is there a problem, buddy ?"

He shook his muzzle up and down, and let me in. In a quick step, I entered and took right in the nose the puff of stink which ruled the atmosphere, which was in all cases fully disinfect of any bacterium with such a dreadful production. My smell awakened, I didn't even have to walk closer of the toilet : I saw a brown pile of fuming faeces, his dirty paper didn't covering it but a quarter. I looked at the size of this heap, whose the base stagnated in the toilet bowl, in few centimeters of water, blurred by urine. Well, the shitter was indeed plugged, seeing the way the paper was caught in the blocked suction, and especially seeing the quantity of shit that Charizard defecated. The Flame Pokémon, with an abashed look, his wings saddened, was wafting the air, ; I reassured him with a smile :

"Hey, don't worry about it ! I'll see the reception, and they'll send someone help us, as we don't really have the stuff to clean it up." I patted him on the head as he was reconsidering his mess. "I told you, it doesn't matter, it happens to everyone - well, at least, to Pokémon of your size - and that shows well that you really needed to go, eh !"

Charizard, thankful for understanding him this well for all this years, get back to his wonderful, cheerful, cute smile, licked my cheek, and eventually left the bathroom with a proud walk of having plugged the toilet with his filthy manure. Now, the problem was to explain that to the reception, with some improvised sign language, I think.

***

After having left my room between expert hands, and having left quite quickly, I came to one of the group member's room, where we should all met to have dinner. In order to spend the less money as possible, and because eating in restaurants every day began to be boring, it was the organizer's idea to gather everybody this evening and eat what each have bought on his way, what left from the various pic-nics. So I didn't forgot to take a few bags, where Pokémon and furry food where left in. It was a good idea, in my opinion. However, I feared a bit this dinner ; I wasn't a real friend to anybody in this group, or, if I say it differently, I wasn't interested in such persons. I didn't wanted this, I really tried to make friends, as I had in my city. But I couldn't speak a long time with people who wanted to show off their knowledge, who were moreover far more ignorant than I was, and who constantly reminded me they were acting like jerks. When they weren't. Anyway, I had a few words with a young vixen of the group ; quite kind, she had a gentle Plusle. This said, it stopped right here, as she didn't had a lot of things to speak about apart from the what-do-you-do and the what-do-you-want-to-do. I tried a few jokes when we visited antique temples or modern museums, just to sympathize ; she never get them at all, and returned to the ancient stones. Hm, I suppose humor can vary between regions. I found her among the entire group as agreed in one room few floors downstairs. I was the second to last, so everybody was almost already here ; to my surprise, the vixen had only brought the bare minimum, just enough for her tiny Pokémon, and a little vegetable sandwich for her, probably bought at the mart this afternoon. In all cases, I found it somehow selfish, so I content myself with a polite smile and sign of head ; she barely answered back, as she was in the middle of listening a conversation she wasn't part of. Looking at what everybody had brought, I thought we had more furry food than Pokémon's, and it was logic, since some of us didn't have a Pokémon yet, and since Pokémon can eat furry food, after all. In these cases, the digestion would simply not be as quiet as with their own feed. We drank tea or soup with the boiling water the chambermaids would bring us, as the tap water wasn't potable. Furthermore, we were sure we didn't catch any disease with that "fresh water" the hotel could offer us ; the only way to have it was the buy water bottles. Anyway, we drank what we were accostumed to drink since the first day ; besides hot drinks, we had a meal full of crackers, weird bread, dried meat and fruits, for their convenience during travels, and a quantity of cans of some local beans ("A MUSTAV !", had joyfully insisted our common friend to encourage us to buy them - I only understood later that she was talking about a "must-have"). To complete all of this, we finally get some chinese food and a few pizzas, thanks to some guys in the group and to globalization. Concerning Pokémon, I was the only one who brought food for Fire types, and my box wasn't full. That is to say that Charizard had to be satisfied with what he get : after having quickly gulped his portion, and some rare Flying types kibbles, he get as bored as I was. He approached the other Pokémon, tried to socialize, if not to find something to get his teeth into. Seeing him roam as so, I call him, and allow him to eat what he wanted.

"I had enough with these pizzas, anyway." I affirmed.

As he hesitated, with all these agreable people around, I take it on myself to get closer to my fellow travelers, and asked if it was a problem if my Pokémon eat with us. Fortunately, it's our native friend frome around here who heard me, and answered me with a sweet smile.

"Yes, of course ! We must finish all this, we must take plane tomorrow. You remember ? That is why we had organized this in first place." "Oh ! Erm, yeah, yeah, of course."

I nodded to my Pokémon - Charizard was litteraly invited to eat what he wanted. So he cheerfully gulped down everything that passed under his hungry gaze, from pizzas to dried fruits, from chinese food to quantity of these cans of beans he would open with one claw and clear out. He done it so naturally in front of all these embarrassed furries ! I was on the verge of laughing while an old eagle of the group and a stiff tigress were bitching about him ; the vixen, who was quite shocked, walked up to me.

"Woh. You're Charizard is a big eater, for sure." "Oh, he simply love enjoying a full meal when he can" I answered. "And I am used to eating with him." I shrugged my shoulders as if it was obvious. "Actually, I think doing everything with ours Pokémon could but only make us better trainers. You know, living with them as they were furries."

Then a sort of an awkward silence spoiled the more or less joyful atmosphere. I saw that almost everyone in the group was looking at me - aware of the absolute innuendo that I could have done, I promptly scratched my head and smiled :

"Well, "living with them"... Y'know, like, being together and training and brushing and breeding and stuff. In all the friendly way it means."

And then they came back to their discussions. The vixen even make only a polite smile and quickly returned to the conversation she was essential to. Phew. That was near ; I hoped they hadn't see me blushing.

Charizard got eventually full. He came back to me, and wanted to lick me to thanks me ; I get him to understand that it wouldn't be a great idea in front of these people - he looked at them one second, and agreed with a sign of his horned head. This evening, once again, I tried to socialize, thinking that Charizard and my little second of attention would be in favor of my integration. Sadly, I was only finding furries speaking about what everybody saw this day, what everybody would do tomorrow, and what everybody has done and seen during this journey and blahblahblah. They talked about the people from here, they talked about how it was hard to adapt, they talk about how their Pokémon were disturbing by so much changements. I hurried on the occasion, and asked for their stories about their companions ; but, despite the fact some were interested by the idea, they only told me were they had caught them, and how strong they were, and how many they hadn't took with them. From his side, Charizard also attempted to make friends - he was somehow disdained by an Altaria and a Zangoose, and the vixen's Plusle only wanted to play with the flame of his swingging tail. I finally saw him passing some time with a Poliwrath and a Minccino, but, how bored he seems to me, I didn't think he was enjoying much all that company. As I began to be a bit tired, I thought it would be nice to leave this place, so I made a little sign to Charizard, I said goodbye to everyone and came out with my buddy. I closed the door behind us, and sighed a bit. I heard my Pokémon growling in a interrogative way ; I turned towards him, and smiled.

"Don't worry, buddy. It's nothing."

Then, we were walking in the corridor, when, behaving as if I knew nothing, I asked him :

"So ? Have you met some new friends ?"

He grunted sarcastically, and get me to understand with his front paws he was giving up with these beings.

"Yeah, I understand you, I think I'll do, too." I replied. "But, the bright side of this meeting is that you could have enjoyed a good meal, aren't you ?" As an answer, he patted his full cream-colored belly, satisfied, and let out a little burp, mimicking an elegant manner. We both laughed heartily, and I kissed him on his cheek.

***

We eventually arrived to our room 2232. I opened the door and let him enter first, bowing and saying "Your majesty...". Charizard get the game, and entered as a king would have done it in his kingdom. When he reached me, he put his paw on my head, and growled some of his Charizard's syllables, as if he were blessing me. "I would defend your cause as bravely as mine, and Arceus's. Well, especially as mine." Then he held my head up by my chin, and, after looking at me with a serious gaze, he suddenly gave me a big lick. We laughed, and then walked up to the bathroom. I caught my toileteries I had came out a bit earlier, and joined him ; he was carefully looking at his reflect in the mirror over the washstand. I get out the toothbrushes, put toothpaste on both, and gave him his. He greeted it with solemnity, and we brushed and rinced our mouth, both of us glancing at the other with playful smiles.

I washed my face quickly and finished before him so I could undress, put my boxer on, turn off the lights, and went to the bedroom. I laid on the large white mattress, and stretched out, enjoying the great size of the bedding. I pulled the cover to me, wrapping me up warmly, and put my head on the fresh pillows, as it was weighted with hours of sleep I had to catch up. Then, I saw my winged buddy coming in ; he slowly stomped into the room, and, with forethought, he delicately closed the door. He approached by the other side of the bed ; I grabbed his cover corner and fold it in a quick movement, inviting him so to take place. He gave me the most charming of his smiles, and then, cautiously letting the end of his flaming tail outside, he slipped his muscular body under covers, burrying his hind legs down to the bed's edge ; he let fall his great cream-colored abdomen on the fabric, and put his snout on my side. His face was now lying into the cushions' setting ; we were watching each of us, here, stretched out in the same bed, a few centimeters apart. We wore a little smile, unintentionnally, both of us marvelled by his companion, gazes plunged into the object of his affection.

I slipped towards him, getting our warmths closer, and then put my arm around his scaly neck. He smiled happily, and he also get closer ; so close that our torsos were brushing against each other. I left my leg, and put it against his thigh, stroking his curved muscle under his soft skin, and, in this way, strenghtened the embrace which binded us. Charizard fulfilled it by moving forward his hind leg I was hugging with mine, and, taking me between his paws, cuddled me with his gentle claws. The tip of my muzzle now touching the tip of his nostrils, pointing at the end of his delicious face, he was the first to give me a prompt lick. I laughed kindly to this cute gesture, and I answered him in the same fashion, wetting his lips with the tip of my tongue. Then I get on him, fiercely embracing my love, and we were rubbing our face against each other's, cuddling. I felt his erection growing in the same time as mine.

When a muffled, rumbling sound stopped him.

I heard it coming from down there, under the sheets, where the temperature moved up a rung. I looked at him, he looked at me, and he had a little, proud smile. I think we totally knew this moment was going to happened, but I was far more shy and less confident than the lying beast seemed to me. I just laughed, absolutely not knowing what to do. I think I even blushed, which was a bit ridiculous, since I wasn't the guy who just... I found his terribly blue gaze again, and, quickly, with a somehow mischievous smile, he lifted up the covers and shake them, making the hot and stinky air come up to our sense of smell, arousing me in a different way. Apart the fact that I was now more in breathing in than out, it didn't help me very much with my confusion, being stuck between laugh and an "okay that's gross dude" face, wondering if... He certainly saw my embarrassment, so he immediately, although kindly, grabbed my head and put me under the blanket. I thought I was just fantasizing, so I continued laughing lovingly, and, letting him do so, I kissed him all over his belly, thinking about going down to his tail little by little. But I heard his stomach gurgling, and he grunted ; apparently in a hurry, his forepaw pushed me directly down to his thicks, and he raised a hind leg. He then released a big, foul fart, which rumbled loudly, and came suffocated me in pleasure while he sighed. I inhaled his putrid scent of digested fibers and rotten meat until the last atom, pressing slowly my pelvis on his leg, then back and forth. I saw his full boner, pointing towards his cream-colored belly, and, as he wanted to plased me, I decided to satisfy him. I grasped his masculinity firmly, and stroke it, as slowly and in the same movement as I was doing against him. He suddenly growled of joy, tensing up and digging his fore claws in the mattress.

I was masturbating him in such a way that his penis couldn't getting bigger, and the delicate veins I was touching were full in seconds. He also started to make some movements with his hip, going up and down, as his claws pierced the bedding ; going up, he would let out some small farts, which squeaked three or four times. In my case, I get closer to his dick. When my nose was right in front of it, the salty smell of his crotch mixed with the strong one of his ass, I licked his penis, and heard him yelp. I knew I was doing right. So I stood myself ready, and, rubbing his lower gut, my mouth take the hand's job, and I kissed him passionately on his whole length. He moaned of pleasure, and, after some of my licks, he firmly grabbed my head over cover, making sure that I wouldn't leave too early. My massage on his lower intestines also bore his gassy fruit : the reptile's bowels, as I had dreamed about, don't quite agree with all the chinese food, beans and dried berries. So his inflated belly was, this night, a true gas factory, which only asked to be turned on. Some gurgling were made, and everything ran down to his colon. His scaly orange ass, which was not so far from my face since I was sucking him playfully under his control, emited a rumbling flatulence. The stench of my dutch-oven get only stronger, and the atmosphere hotter. I heard him panting, and letting lose as shivers of pleasure were making his muscles tightened. Once again, I certainly heard and almost felt his asshole vibrating moistly in a powerful fart, unleashing a heat wave of his manly stink, which brushed past my body and made my eyes water. I lustfully breathed faster, now sucking him, tasting the sticky pre-cum of my love. I was in the verge of gasping for air, but in a freaking real fantasy. I was inhaling so much that my throat began to be heated, if not burnt, by these funky fumes. Under the covers, it was so steamy and I was so teased that I was sweating, his ass smell and bursts soaking me. I carried on licking his virility, and so on, when his grip strengthened, and he growled louder. He promptly moved his waist forward, once, twice, three times ; I felt his cock straightening upwards, and he came. As I had a front seat, it took me a second to realize what was just happening, and, after being sprayed by one squirt, by a second I pushed his grip away, enough to make him understand that I didn't want to finish choked by quantity of enjoyment. Then I quickly returned to hand-job, as I wanted to finish it in a way that pleased him the most, and not just letting him came. He roared in bliss, scratched the mattress, his tough penis throwing flow after flow, which completely soaked the sheets. I managed to masturbate him with my palms, focusing on his phallus' base, as he ejaculated ; in the heat of the action, he cutted out a sudden, violent burst of gas. As I said, my hand were occupied, but my head was entirely free next to his glorious tail hole ; I hurried my face onto this roll of thunder, which made the action even hotter if not stinkier to me. This crackling fart was, above all, wetted by his strong ass sweat, as the heat under covers reached new levels. Then, after few seconds, his climax coming to an end, he calmed down, fell on his back, and let the creaking bedding rest in peace. In this way, he let me take a delightful break, stucked between his sweaty cloacae and the rotten smells, trully enjoying my hothouse. It was my turn to feel proud, as I always thought being responsible of the greatest joy that a being can ever feel, overall if it's such a impressive creature, was really gratifying, if not fucking awesome. More or less a minute later, to my surprise, he decided take the sheets off the bed. I was suddenly cooled down by the insipid fresh air, and the whole heavy, eggy one that made my fantasies true flew away, and went fill the room, a bit. The stench was indeed immediately distilled in this non-polluted atmosphere - which, if not as smelly as the dutch-oven moment were, was pretty hot, due to Charizard's breath, mine, all the warmth we were giving to the other, and especially because of the flame of his tail, which was at his climax. As I was wondering what the hell he was doing as I didn't come for my part, he, with a happy grin, gave me a small kick in the butt with his knee, thus knocked me forward, and catch me between his paws. I didn't have time to appreciate the beauty of his gaze ; he licked me, all over the face, with all the love, passionate growls and bad breath that means. As I am, in all modesty, a bit romantic, I forgot right away my disappointment, and laughed in a blush, before kissing him. I think it's having him and his azure eyes right in front of me that make me so shy, because I was definitely more eager when I had been in front of other parts.

The half-wet sheets on the floor, we just had the place to do what the beast wanted. He turned on his four, and, rising his flaming tail, presented his hindquarters to me, looking at me with such a grin ; I get on my knees, don't making him wait more for me, and I get closer to his butt. Mesmerized by such a view, my boner stayed at his full length ; to be more cumfortable, I took off my underpants, thus I could feel free to enjoy what Charizard was offering to me. Now that the tension of his body contraction during my blow job was vanished, he just had to relax and let the pression in his gut go. I heard it coming up to his tail hole ; I hurried me on it, sticking my nose just before, hands on his hindquarters. Then, closing his eyes, he loosened his sphincter. A faint hiss, slowly, came out of his butt ; then Charizard let a long, silent, spicy wind out, blowing it in my face. Nostrils wide opened, I deeply breathed in his pungent, horrendous fart, closing my watery eyes to focus on smelling. The rich food he gulped, with all its gravy and beans' consistence, gave me this evil-smelling breeze of meaty, rotten egg, mixed with the sourness and heat due to berries digestion ; I inhaled so much of this strong fragrance, filling my lungs and burning my throat with it, that I ended up coughing. Charizard looked at me, but I kept telling him I was perfectly fine, of course, "you're just doing it so well that my lungs are jealous". He kept his proud smile, and then passed an other one, making it noisy, high-pitched in the beginning, and then deeper and deeper, going through the silent but deadly during one second, and ending it in a grotesque, bass noise. While I was gripping his rump on me, my right hand had reached my penis without I really noticied it, and I was now jerking off quite hard. His malodorous warm winds flowing with ease, his flabby tail hole just flattered in some cacophonous, loosen vibrations, as they were released. I kept on sniffing the whole Charizard's flatulence, wanting to trade my oxygen for his hydrogen sulfide, hypnotized by this aphrodisiac, which was making him sexier and sexier. I was murring of bliss, as the beast was sighing of a delicious relief.

The dragon's ass bursts started to mix with the odors that left from the dutch-oven, and so, rich fart after loud fart, a deadly scent spread around the narrow bedroom, that I wanted to perceive as a yellowish haze. And I was bending over the source of this rank-smelling bath fumes, from where fetid flows were noisily emited. The flame at the end of his tail was getting wrapped in a sort of golden aura, the fire intensified by all this methane. My muzzle in his scaly ass, his stuffy, raunchy flatulences brushing past my nostrils, I was stroking faster and faster, starting to ooze pre-cum. Then, by seeing, smelling and hearing that my buddy began to get out of fuel, as he were beginning to force out gases with some groans, I get up and pressed my erected cock on his butt hole. He whimpered, and, proud of being able to make him feel such things, I did it again, which made him feel my fully pleased masculinity even harder. In the same time, I heard him deflated his bowels to the end, in a wonderful fart : he grunts hard, and ripped gross, rancid bubbles of flatus, which directly came heat and dampen my crotch. It stank up his whole derriere, as a putrified, moist explosion of five seconds ; I reached my climax at this grand finale in sounds and odors, rubbing my cock with force, and penetrating his putrid, sweaty asshole only once. So I came, feeling it rushing out of my urethra, as I was grunting too, clenching him, fed by his gaseous emissions, lost in my desires. As my cock calm down his squirting rhythm, I let myself fall over the tired Flame Pokémon. I was panting now, empty of any will, but, looking at this freaking exhausted beauty, feeling fulfilled only by being with him. I patted him on the head, and, eyes half-closed, he licked me one last time ; I took him in my arms, kissed him, cuddled him, and I could fall asleep, this time, at the heart of a wondrous dream.

***

Waking up next to him was enough to illumine my day. Finding him here, snoring tenderly, couldn't help but make me wish that Time never existed, because I had to go back to a cold world, and furthermore hiding my relation with such a lovely beast. A part from the fact that he was a bit too tall to be always out of his Poké Ball, being with him without being with him... I wouldn't be able to pretend for ever I just rise him and take care of him. Which, sure, I do, but... I know that gradma told me "all the world's a stage", but there are limits. I didn't know what got into me, to leave home in such a group travel, and not by my own. Yeah, maybe the fact that I couldn't have ever done it with so few Pokédollars. ...I was still looking at him. Well, the situation was not so bad, either. We're loving each other, in all the consent of the world, so what was the problem ? I kissed him on his snout, making him groan in his sleep, and then get up, hoping to get ready on time this day.