Strange Desires

Story by GreenEonDragon on SoFurry

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--Strange Desires

Arla looked up at her old pokemon. He stood tall, so tall that she had to lift her chin up until she was almost looking up at an unhealthy angle. Her icy fur bristled as she felt her loins throb.

Her surroundings where lit up by Scorch's tail flame. Casting shadows in places that made the room eerie.

It was a typical log cabin, it had an unused bed for humans, a kitchen that had fallen into disrepair and a basic bathroom. The living area was quite devoid of anything other than a rug, cheap sofa and a dining table.

Her thoughts returned to her problem at hand and she felt the anxiety build up agian.

One thing she hated was how she found herself attracted to the charizard. Scorch was from a completely different group of creatures, yet she felt compelled to act sexually tantalising around him. She loved his natural muscles, the strength in his arms and legs, she was jealous of the warmth he carried around with him all the time too, being an ice type rendered her at a low temperature most of the time.

It wasn't always this way, she had trained Scorch since he was a charmeleon and had travelled for a time. She remembered her days as a young, attractive yet strong female human and felt a tinge of sadness edge into her consciousness... before the throb came back and caused her to shift her thoughts to his lower body.

She shook her head violently and slapped her muzzle with her left forepaw, seeing a flash of ice blue before the pain erupted in her muzzle.

"YOUCH!"

Scorch was torn from his thoughts and looked down at his glaceon partner, he saw the confusion, sadness and frustration in her eyes and lifted her up. His claws under her arms.

Arla's tail and hind legs dangled uselessly as she felt the sexual urges build up between her legs and in a small part of her mind. She cursed Scorch for being the caring creature he was but thanked him for saving her from herself.

"What is wrong?" he asked, his voice was deep and raspy.

Arla shook her head, refusing to open her muzzle to let the words escape her voice box. She wasn't about to destroy their freindship, not for anything.

"Are you still sad? It has been three years now since you turned into this elegant creature you are now... is that what is troubling you Arla?"

Arla struggled then finally let it all out in a single breath.

"No, it's not the problem, I'm well and truly over that now. I-I... I'M SEXUALLY ATTRACTED TO YOU SCORCH!"

She was surprised that she'd shouted. It was unlike her to shout unless in danger, or she needed to be heard above other sounds.

Scorch looked at her skeptically, he found her eyeing his shoulders and gently shook her to get her attention again.

"How long have you concealed that from me? From yourself?" he asked.

Arla hated to admit it, but his calm mannor and rightfully placed worry for her mental state cooled her down again. She found it hard to look him in the eyes as she spoke, struggling to keep her body under control.

"Too long... months maybe."

The two stood there for a time, not sure as to what they should do next. Scorch felt it was his duty to keep his ex-trainer safe, but he was also finding that she was attractive too. Which clouded his usually clear mind.

"I've destroyed our friendship haven't I?" Arla asked, her whiskers had drooped and her icy fur was all slack.

Scorch shook his head and smiled, his eyes twinkling as he spoke to her, using a soothing tone.

"I do not know why, but you... well to use a human word, you are pretty to me." he said.

Arla felt like he'd just done the most terrible and wonderful thing in the world.

The urge to satisfy her sexual desires were intense, she continued to hold them at bay by crossing her hind legs over and squeezing her thighs.

"If it will help you, we can cut these desires back, it obviously pains you when you have the desires around me, so we must do something to stop them." Scorch finished, putting the light but very lithe cat on the ground.

As Arla's paws touched the ground she yowled in frustration.

She knew she reaked of sex, she could faintly smell it herself. The dragon would only smell it four times worse.

He started to stroke her side as he sat down. Kicking his legs out from under himself and allowing the glaceon to stretch before laying down in front of him. His claws slowly ran back and forth over her side before moving to her chest and belly. As his claws gently brushed the peak of her chest Arla shuddered while they ran back down her belly and stopped just before her groin.

Many times Scorch had noticed that his old trainer was different to any ordinary glaceon. She was larger, her body shaped slightly differently. Her chest was a lot more robust and her hips swayed from side to side as she walked. The old rainbow feather ear-ring she had worn as a human was still there too, in her right ear it was clearly visible.

His claws finally ventured further from Arla's belly and she purred, his warm scales interacting with the icy fur, causing it to soften as the ice molucules heated up.

Finally she spread her legs as she rolled onto her back. Her forepaws placed above her head as she kept her hind legs spread.

Scorch's clawtips accidentally teased her cunt sending a shiver of excitement down her spine.

Subduing the cries of the morals that were being broken, she gently reached forward and patted at his groin, his prick was sheathed and thus, hidden from view and harm. She let out another hiss as his claws reached her cunt again before she stroked his sheath gently.

As his penis lifted out of the fold of flesh and started to rise, she let out a cold breath, cooling the blood down and causing the shaft to lower back down. She reached out with her muzzle as her stomach muscles spasmed from the charizards teasing. Her tounge gently brushed the tip of his prick and was reminded of a sausage before shoving the strange thought away and returning to fulfilling the sexual desires that were now driving her.

As Arla fitted Scorch's prick in her muzzle, Scorch pushed the tip of his claw into her, gently rubbing the walls and causing her to shudder in pleasure.

Her tongue curled around his large shaft, and she slathered it in her cold saliva which rapidly warmed, he moaned as she started to suck and tug at his prick, only causing him to push his claw in deeper.

They teased for a time, moaning, shuddering and purring at the wonders before finally Arla let go and Scorch leaned back. They panted, trying to regain their breath while their pre-cum dried.

Arla, still panting, got up unsteadily and quickly climbed up onto Scorch. Rubbing his prick against her inner thighs and belly before sliding back on it.

As his large, red, prick pushed into her folds she let out a long moan which subsided into a continuous purr. She pulled up again before sliding down onto his prick and repeating the pattern.

Scorch reached out and steadied Arla while he tried to keep himself in that comfortable position. His rumbling and hurrs soothed the glaceons rapidly firing nerves allowing her to work unhindered.

Finally she pushed back, pushing hard and felt his prick push against her final defense and break it. She flinched from the pain which faded rapdidly and left her with a deeper pleasure as she continued the pattern, feeling his large prick pushing at the walls of her small and un-probed womb. She slid all the way back, and let out a yowl as his prick stretched the walls and loosened the passage to her womb, she felt him buck his hips and her passage yeilded to the warrior that was his prick.

They peaked finally, the strange pair sang out in pure pleasure, their bodies clashing again and again, her ice blue fur had loosened up from all the heat being transferred from Scorch's scales and the friction between their bodies.

The climax came at last, the longest, most meaningful cries echoed around the log cabin. Finally he cummed, a long stream of sticky, hot, white liquid as it filled her and leaked from the slight gaps around his prick and her cunt.

They slowed down until they finally stopped and separated. The whole event had left them exhausted, especially Arla.

Scorch cooed as she struggled to move and lifted her up onto his chest where he petted her slowly and gently. She struggled to stay awake despite the mess that was between her legs and was dripping all over Scorch's untainted scales.

He hurred a soft dragon song to her, it was a song that mothers sang to their hatchlings after they had a bad dream or needed to get their sleep.

He closed his eyes and kept hurring all through the night, feeling better now that his mate was going to wake up a happier girl.