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The sky above the mountains was as dark as night, the sun blotted out by an impenetrable wall of clouds. Only a ceaseless, violent orchestra of lightning bathed the landscape in bright flashes and flickers of light as a raging thunderstorm pummeled the rugged mountainside. Heavy raindrops and pea-sized chunks of ice pelted every exposed surface, whipped and tossed around by the howling winds. The celestial floodgates had opened and unleashed hell onto the world, and within it all wandered a single forlorn figure.

The storm had taken Erik completely by surprise. Mere hours ago, he had embarked on another section of his hiking trip under the beaming sun and the clear blue sky, only to now find himself desperately searching for shelter among the rocks and rubble as the volatile mountain weather had thrown a wrench into his plans. Unfortunately, the barren mountain range around him had been worn down by wind and water and offered little protection from the elements, and the raging creeks spawned by the torrential rain weren't making his advance any easier either. At least, his hiking trail was running along a shallow crevice that should keep him somewhat safe from the lightning.

After another few minutes of fruitless search, the rain-soaked man finally stumbled across an opening in the rock face, a windfall in his predicament. About three feet in diameter and slightly elevated above the wet, flooded ground, it promised a temporary, dry refuge. Without another thought, he climbed up the wall, took off his backpack, and squeezed into the dusky hole.

Erik crawled deeper and deeper into the narrow rocky cave until he reached a little chamber at its end, where he was greeted by a gust of surprisingly warm and dry air. He also noticed an odd smell, a mixture of burnt leaves and damp forest soil, but he didn't think much about it at first. He was mostly just glad to have found a spot as comfy as this. However, as his eyes began to adapt to the darkness, he spotted something big and fluffy on the other end of the chamber.

The hiker gasped and his heart skipped a beat as the pieces suddenly fell into place and he realized that he wasn't alone. This was some pokémon's home! He hastily bit his tongue and pressed a hand onto his mouth, but then his backpack slipped out of his other hand and dropped onto the ground with a loud, heavy thud, rousing the cave's occupant anyway. A wary, sleepy snort echoed through the rocky interior and the hulking body before him began to move, slowly rising and turning around to face him with blinking teeth and glowing crimson eyes. Once the creature found his unexpected visitor, his voice swelled into a growl and he approached him with sluggish stomps.

A cold shiver raced down Erik's spine as the fuzzy shadow lumbered toward him and revealed itself with a flicker of fire from his muzzle. He had strayed into the heart of a feral typhlosion's lair, and he didn't seem too happy about it. Annoyance sparkled in the pokémon's eyes as he slowly circled the hiker, inspecting and sniffing him from all sides and angles.

Erik held perfectly still while the large creature scrutinized him, trying to avoid abrupt movements and noises, as the guidebook recommended when dealing with wild pokémon. However, since he was still soaked from hair to boots with icy water, sniveling and shaking from the cold, he ultimately wasn't able to suppress an ear-splitting sneeze.

The large typhlosion jerked up with a stunned snarl as the sneeze resounded through the cave, baring his teeth and his claws, but not even a second later, he calmed down again, closed his muzzle, and even took a step back as the angry grimace on his face softened.

Pale as snow, Erik whimpered, "I-I didn't mean to... I mean I'm sorry, I'll be l-leaving right away." He didn't want to head out into the raging thunderstorm again, but he really didn't want to strain the typhlosion's patience any longer than necessary.

However, when the man turned around to fetch his stuff, he saw that the pokémon had already beaten him to it. Sitting right in the entrance, blocking his only way out, the hulking typhlosion hunched over his backpack and fumbled around with the zippers. What was he doing there? Was he smelling his food rations?

As if the feral had heard the hiker's thoughts, he plucked up the backpack and threw it before his feet, gesturing at his open, drooling muzzle. That was clear enough a message for him, and he nodded. Maybe if he parted with some of his food, the pokémon might let him weather the storm in his den? In any case, the typhlosion had become much more docile already, and watched him with restrained curiosity as he pulled out his bread box. His nostrils flared and fluttered when Erik opened it up and took out a sandwich, but he didn't make any moves or attempted to snatch it from his hand, patiently waiting for him to give it to him.

Obviously, Erik wasn't confident enough to hand the sandwich directly to the large creature, and instead, he threw it in front of his muzzle. The typhlosion didn't mind, and he eagerly snatched the treat from the ground, chowing it down in just two bites. Licking his lips, he shot the hiker another expectant look, and Erik unceremoniously gave him the remaining two sandwiches from the breadbox as well.

Once the typhlosion had devoured every last crumb, he lay down on his side with a satisfied grunt and looked at the hiker with half-lidded eyes, patting the ground next to him. Erik wasn't entirely sure what he wanted from him, but it didn't seem too urgent, because he eventually stopped pawing the rock and rolled onto his back, rubbing his belly contentedly.

The hiker shook his head and slumped down with an exhausted sigh. Despite the bumpy start, he had apparently earned the feral's trust, and he would gladly capitalize on that fact now and take a rest as well because pressing on through the thunderstorm in his current state sounded like a stupid idea. He was too wet, cold, and tired for that nonsense. So he opened his backpack once more and retrieved a thin brown blanket. Since he was usually moving from cabin to cabin, he hadn't thought to pack anything more substantial, like a tent or a bedroll, but it should suffice as the cave's fiery denizen made the air pleasantly warm.

Next, Erik peeled himself out of his drenched attire. There was no easier way to get a cold or hypothermia than sleeping in wet clothing. And while he wasn't entirely comfortable stripping down to his underwear next to the massive typhlosion, his sensitivities were secondary at best.

Finally, once Erik had removed his pants and snuggled into the soft fabric of his blanket, he checked on the cave's other inhabitant again. The typhlosion returned his curious glance with a sluggish nod and a soft snort before he suddenly started to move and shuffled over to him.

A shiver raced through the hiker as the furry behemoth came close enough to press his heavy, musclebound body against him. He even slid a paw onto his leg, but it remained at that because mere moments after the hulking male had cuddled up to him, his breath slowed and his movement ceased altogether, indicating that he had fallen asleep.

The sudden proximity of the massive pokémon male made Erik quite nervous, but he was too exhausted to do much about it. Fortunately, as the creature's comforting body heat enveloped his cold body, he slowly warmed up to the situation, closed his eyes, and finally, as his fatigue surpassed his tension, he fell asleep regardless.

The hiker's sleep was shallow and uneasy, his nervousness persisting even in his dreams, nightmares of thunderstorms and shadowy creatures haunting him. But at some point, the tone suddenly shifted entirely, and the drab scenery turned into a lush apple orchard under a clear blue sky, the leaves of the trees rustling in a mellow breeze. Under one of the gnarly trees lounged a burly farmhand, wearing nothing but a straw hat and a pair of boots and flaunting his musclebound chest and a massive, throbbing erection. The stately hunk nodded and winked at Erik as he noticed him, and not a moment later, he had dropped between the man's legs, mindlessly huffing and licking his fat, warm cock. From there, everything heated up even more. His whole body became scorching hot and he had trouble breathing while his handsome partner slowly faded into a thick, steamy mist. It didn't stop there, and the fog came even closer, wrapping itself tightly around him and invading his brain to ultimately suffocate his dream and snap him out of it altogether.

Erik awoke with a disoriented gasp, only to notice that his face was buried in a hot, sweaty mass and his entire body was weighed down by something oppressively heavy. All the while, a strong, salty taste rested on his lips, and every time he breathed in, a rank, heady musk rushed through his nose, potent enough to almost knocked him out again. But while his vision was blocked off, at least his hands were free, so he cautiously inched them closer to his face and tried to feel what was lying on top of him.

The hiker shivered when his hands touched some soft, fluffy fur. At that moment, he realized that the typhlosion had rolled onto him in his sleep and that he was currently grabbing his fuzzy butt. From there, it only took him another second to figure out what was rubbing against him. The sleeping creature was currently resting its crotch on his face, his turgid, sweaty cock draped across Erik's mouth and chest, and his massive, bloated nuts hanging over his eyes. The realization made him groan, and another whiff of the pokémon male's intense musk washed through his nostrils, fanning the already scorching flames inside him.

Thanks to the dream and the typhlosion's overbearing, pheromone-laden stench, Erik was now drenched in sweat and horny as hell, his rock-hard, aching erection nestled against the heavy male's neck. He felt a rapidly rising urge to grind his hips against his sweaty partner and lick that tempting schlong, but at the same time, he was too afraid to move a single finger because he didn't want to wake the male up. Who knew how the behemoth might react if he found himself in such an incriminating position?

However, while Erik lay there as if paralyzed, the sleeping typhlosion suddenly began to move with a drowsy grunt. Probably wrapped up in a wet dream of his own, he subconsciously started to grind his hips and cock against the hiker's face, smearing his warm sweat and pre all over his skin. Each sluggish thrust splashed another squirt of sticky juices onto his chest, lubricating the advance with loud slurps and smacks while the behemoth of fluff, chub, and muscle on top of him began to purr, his deep voice shaking Erik's whole body to its core.

With every passing second, the sweltering heat and sticky wetness became more oppressive. Erik was sweating and panting heavily, inhaling ever more of the male's rank musk while his bloated, sweaty wang rubbed and pushed against his lips, drooling an addictive concoction of juices into his half-open mouth. The cocktail of scents and flavors was too much for the hiker's poor brain to handle and he finally overcame his apprehensions. He stuck out his tongue and pressed it against the typhlosion's fat dick, drinking his potent aroma right from the source.

From that point, Erik's reservations crumbled altogether as the rampant arousal muddied his brain, distracting him from whatever consequences his wanton action might have. In his lust, he even squeezed the typhlosion's ass and bucked his hips, grinding his own aching, dripping erection against the male's fuzzy neck. Luckily, it seemed like the burly creature was still fast asleep despite his daring actions, ignoring even the desperate moans that slipped over his lips.

Erik's cry was abruptly cut short, however, when the typhlosion's fat tip accidentally slipped into his open mouth, and the next noise that would come out of his throat was a noisy gag when the sleeping behemoth pushed his dick deep inside his mouth, slowly stretching his jaw with his massive girth and sinking in inch after inch until he poked the sensitive back of his throat. Finally, that proved to be too much stimulation, and when something firm and wet slithered around Erik's penis, followed by a gust of hot air and a horny growl, he realized that the hulking male wasn't asleep anymore.

Thankfully, the typhlosion didn't seem too unhappy about the situation he found himself in, and he continued to indulge Erik's erection with surprising fervor. His massive tongue danced around his glans and slipped under his foreskin, slurping his aroma with greedy snorts and grunts as he played with the stretchy bit of skin, tugging and peeling it back and forth to coax another fat bead of pre from his partner's tip. Once satisfied, his long tongue wrapped itself around the rest of Erik's cock, squeezing the throbbing, sensitive flesh as he guided it deep into his tight, hot maw.

The typhlosion had been stunningly gentle so far, giving the hiker enough time to get used to the massive cock in his mouth while sucking him off with happy snorts. But at the same time, his lust and desires were growing noticeably, and Erik could feel his powerful partner's muscles tensing up in preparation for more. Case in point, the pokémon's huge, clawed paws suddenly tightened around his thighs and he yanked his fat dick out of Erik's mouth with a wet pop. However, while the hiker expected him to instantly thrust his huge meat back in and claim his entire throat, the feral male held back with a tense grunt and just teasingly rubbed his leaking, pulsing glans against his lips.

Unfortunately, Erik was too woozy with lust to understand what was happening, and the cogs in his brain only began to turn after the burly male on top of him had poked and prodded his lips for several seconds straight, so that his entire face was now drenched in his pre.

It was clear that the typhlosion craved to bury his cock in a tight, warm hole, but for some reason, he was restraining himself. What was the holdup?

While Erik was still pondering his partner's perplexing action, the furry male relented with a weary sigh and dropped back onto him. He wrapped his muzzle back around his cock and continued to lick him while his hips began to move again as well, grinding his sweaty schlong against his face just as in his sleep before.

At that moment, the hiker finally realized that the furry behemoth had just given him the choice of whether or not to fuck his throat, and in any case, the male had shown a lot more restraint than he had expected for a feral predator with such imposing claws and teeth.

Now that Erik knew that his voiceless partner cared about him that much, he decided to give him what he craved after all. He reached around the pokémon's thighs and slowed his next thrust just enough to align his lips with his tip once more. Then, he gave that fat, sweaty glans a kiss and opened wide, allowing the typhlosion's cock to slide right back into his tight, warm mouth. His change of heart made his fluffy partner pause, his tongue and hips frozen in surprise, but a single pinch in the butt cheek was enough to reactivate his vigor. With a gruff yelp, the male jerked his hips forward and shoved his massive, sweaty schlong halfway down Erik's throat, the tightness drawing a hearty growl from the depths of his heavy body.

For a moment, Erik feared that he had overreached with his decision when the typhlosion began to hammer his throat in a horny fury, slamming his swollen cock all the way down his bulging neck while his huge, heavy balls slapped and smacked into his face. The overwhelming force behind the behemoth's thrusts made the hiker gag and choke, the tears welling up in his eyes mixing with the sweat of his partner's balls while he struggled to take the feral rutting.

Fortunately, Erik's exertion swiftly turned to bliss as the typhlosion noticed his struggle and adapted. His wild thrusting slowed, and he made sure to cherish the tight, warm depths of his throat one thrust at a time instead. At the same time, he plunged his muzzle back onto Erik's cock and wrapped his tongue around his sensitive meat, swallowing it whole once more. The waves of pleasure that followed drove even more tears into the hiker's eyes, but this time they were tears of joy as he succumbed to the burly pokémon's affections, his hot maw, his heavy musk, and his glorious cock.

The potent mixture soon proved too much for Erik, and he popped the instant his fluffy partner wrapped a paw around his balls and treated them with a tender squeeze. A tremendous orgasm washed through him, infusing every fiber of his body from his head to his toes and catapulting his mind into rapturous heights while the typhlosion dominated every remaining aspect of his high. The hiker's muscles tensed and he reared up, only to be pinned down by his partner's heavy, sweaty frame, and he gasped and howled with bliss, only to instantly choke on the feral's fat schlong. Confined within a sweaty paw pad, his sack tightened frantically and gathered a warm, sticky load for his hungry partner, his dick spurting rope after rope of cum right inside the typhlosion's throat, a blessing which he swallowed without another thought.

The powerful orgasm also enhanced Erik's senses, allowing him to experience every gulp from the typhlosion's tight maw as well as the salty, intoxicating flavors of his massive cock in all their delicious variety while the male exploited his receptiveness and sped up his thrusts, hammering his face with heavy snorts and pounding his brain into a pulp.

The typhlosion's frenzy didn't last for very long, though, and before Erik's climax had time to fade, he joined him with his own eruption. He slammed his schlong down the hiker's throat one last time and threw his head back to let out a guttural roar, illuminating the cave with a bright flash of fire as he came. And while Erik couldn't see the male's triumphant stance, he could feel his ejaculation all the more as the bloated nuts on his face and the fat cock in his mouth began to tense and twitch violently, churning up a hot, creamy flood that dwarfed his own output many times over. He groaned as the first spurt blasted down his throat and infused his stomach with a radiant, comforting warmth like a cup of tea, only for many more spurts to follow in quick succession. The pokémon's climax had only just begun.

The typhlosion's dick kept pumping, pulsing, and squirting, pouring rope after rope of hot, sticky semen down Erik's hungry throat and into his sloshing stomach without any signs of slowing down. He didn't even stop once it was full of his gooey love, still forcing ounce after ounce into the hiker's body and swelling his belly into a soft, pudgy dome before he ran out of juice after a minute that felt like an eternity. Then, the squirts finally subsided and the hulking male calmed down with a hearty grunt, pulling out of his partner's mouth while smearing the last trickle of his thick, tasty cum over his tongue and taste buds.

Erik inhaled deeply as soon as the typhlosion's cock popped out of his mouth, desperately replenishing the empty reserves in his lungs, and with every breath, he got another taste of his partner's potent jizz. Its addictive aroma mixed with the pokémon's heavy musk to create a concoction that almost made him cum again while his previous climax was still on its way out, but it wasn't quite enough, and so he slowly returned from his mind-breaking high.

While Erik was recovering, the feral climbed off of him and released him from his hot, sweaty embrace, allowing him to breathe and think freely again. And when he looked down at his body for the first time after waking up, he quickly noticed the consequences of the unexpected fuck. His skin was soaked with sweat, he was completely drained, his limbs too heavy to move and his thoughts crawling along at a snail's pace, and the typhlosion's massive load had bloated his belly into a heavy, sloshing bump of cum, all that thick cream inside him making him feel as if he had eaten dinner for four all on his own. But despite his utter exhaustion, he didn't regret anything. A tired grin rested on his lips as he basked in the afterglow of the romp, and he idly rubbed his gurgling bump to ease the pressure of his hot, creamy stuffing.

Eventually, Erik heard a snort next to him, and when he checked, he saw that the typhlosion had turned around and cuddled up against him. With another tender purr, the huge feral wrapped a foreleg around his chest and pulled him closer still, pressing his sweaty, naked body against his warm, furry frame while he nuzzled and licked his face, leaving no spot unattended. After successfully licking his partner's entire face, he finally closed his eyes, rested his head on the man's chest, and dozed off with a soft, satisfied grunt.

This wasn't at all what Erik had expected from sharing a sleeping spot with a typhlosion, and it topped even his most optimistic expectations. Not only was he warm and well-fed in a dry spot, but he was happy with his own heavy, comfy blanket, which doubled as a new friend with benefits. A lewd shiver raced through him as he felt the feral's huge, fat wang pressing against his thigh, reminding him that it had been inside his throat not too long ago, and he wondered what else the pokémon might be up to on the next morning. But that was a question for later, and as the exhaustion from the day and the night seized him, he finally followed his partner's example and dropped off to sleep.