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Trace had a problem. And that problem, unfortunately, was his Charizard Ignis.

A combative Pokémon would be a problem for anyone, really. But it was especially a problem for Trace, given his situation. He was a trainer in a special league, a single-Pokémon battle league. That didn’t mean you just had one Pokémon per battle, it meant you had a single Pokémon for the entire league season. Swapping out for anything less than serious injury incurred a major penalty in the standings, as well as a whole lot of questioning and ridicule. Trace wasn’t going to stand for that.

It was a league for the elite, only those who trained hardest and worked most fiercely. Every Pokémon in the league had to be at their very best - it didn’t matter if your opponent had an enormous type advantage, you were still expected to win, or at least put up a worthy battle. A good battle could earn a lot of points even if you lost, so peak performance was always essential. Trace and Ignis were in their fourth year in the league, and this year had started with a lot of promise but they had fallen behind too far now to be in the running for the championship tournament.

And a fair bit of that Trace attributed to his issue with Ignis...namely, a really bad attitude. He’d noticed it a bit early in the year, but passed it off as just his fiery spirit...but in the last couple months it had been a lot clearer. Ignis was arguing with him, ignoring him during matches, and talking with him a lot less. The last part was the worst - communication was essential between a trainer and Pokémon in a league like this, a good rapport was one of the best things you could have. Last year’s champion had a bond with his Infernape so close that it seemed like they were psychically linked...Trace envied that, he wanted with with Ignis, but it seemed like they were farther away this year than before. And that meant it was time to have a serious talk.

He had ventured out into the wilds, far from any town, almost a day’s walk. Ignis was in his Poké Ball - that alone was an extremely rare thing, but he’d been so grumpy that he’d just retreated into it. It was a clear sign that something was really grating at him, but Trace didn’t know what it was, and until he found out they were at a standstill. And there was no way he was going to be able to train another Pokémon up for the league before next season, or even the one after that - it was very rare for anyone to switch Pokémon over their entire careers unless there was a major injury. He didn’t want to call it being “stuck” with Ignis - if they could re-establish the rapport they had before, Ignis was the best partner he could hope for. But they needed to be on the same page.

He stopped in the middle of a clearing in the trees, about twenty feet in diameter. Steeling himself, he pulled out the Poké Ball and opened it up. In front of him materialized Ignis, who appeared with his arms folded and a sour expression on his face. This was already not good, but Trace wasn’t about to let that deter him. “Hey, buddy. We need to talk.”

“Hmph. I’d say we do.” Well, that was something, even if Ignis was grouchy as all get-out.

“And that’s what we need to talk about. Look, I don’t want to be mean or anything, but I have to be real...your attitude stinks lately. You’re argumentative, you’re not paying attention, it’s clear to anyone that we’re at odds, and I’m sure that’s cost us points this year. I was hoping you’d get over it, but…”

“Oh, really? You were ‘hoping I get over it?’” Ignis growled back. “Not gonna actually ask what was bothering me? Why am I not surprised?”

“Well, okay, maybe I would have asked you, but you haven’t seemed very talkative recently and when I try you’re always irritable. But you could have said something at any time, too. Communication is a two-way street, we gotta be in this together.”

“Hmph. Funny how it’s all of a sudden ‘together’ when I’m doing something wrong.”

Trace frowned. “Iggy-”

“Don’t ‘Iggy’ me. I’m not feeling like being buddy-buddy with you. You want to know why I’m frustrated lately? It’s because of you. It’s because I’m the one who does all the hardest work, but you act like you’re better than me and get all the rewards out of it.”

That was a harsh blow to Trace - never had he heard Ignis say THAT before. “What? What are you talking about? I don’t act like I’m better than you!”

Ignis snorted. “Really? When’s the last time I had a part in one of your post-battle interviews?”

“Huh?”

“Exactly. Karn never went to a single interview without Perseus by his side. He let him talk...no, he made the interviewers spend time talking to him. You haven’t even asked me once to be with you. And whenever you’re talking, it always centers around your ‘strategies’ and ‘tactics.’ Every now and then you talk about how well I handled myself, but without actually giving me a chance for acknowledgement...it’s actually demeaning.”

“I...well, you...never asked…”

“I shouldn’t HAVE to ask. You’re always on about how we’re in this together and it’s a partnership. But most of the time I feel like you’re acting like a typical trainer expecting me to show-dog for you. And what about when we’re not in matches? You always go out and party after matches when I’m too sore and trying to recover. And then when I’m actually in better shape you want me to go right back to work again. I don’t get any of the benefits from all the attention on me. Goodness knows you never bring me out and about to socialize at the bars you go to.”

Trace didn’t even know that Ignis would want to go to a bar. It didn’t seem like the Charizard’s scene...besides, he was picking up guys and chicks in those places a lot, having Ignis there seemed like it would put a damper on things. “Well, I mean, those things are kind of in the moment. It’s not like I’m usually making plans long beforehand…”

“Which doesn’t mean you can’t find a way to include me. You wonder why I’m frustrated? You get all the accolades, all the admiration, all the rewards, because you’re the only one who gets opportunities for them. I get zilch...and yet, I’m the one doing the actual WORK.”

“Hey, now! I do a lot! I put a lot of time into our training plans, I work out with you, I set up our battle strategies, which you’re completely ignoring by the way-”

“And NONE of that is anything like an actual battle!” snapped back Ignis. “You have absolutely no idea what it’s like to actually be sparring with all your might, struggling against an opponent that’s trained to exactly the same level as you! Your planning and workouts aren’t even close to that, they’re nothing next to an actual match. And you see, the fact that you even thought that shows exactly what I’m talking about. You think the things you do are somehow equal to what I put in, when they’re not even close. You don’t appreciate what I have to go through and the amount of effort I put in to make YOU look good.”

“You don’t exactly make me look good when you ignore my strategies and battle commands!”

“I’m not going to follow your ‘strategies’ when they’re as dangerous as you make them! I mean, goddamn, of all the things you do that bother me, that’s the worst! ‘Go through the attacks’ is literally the worst idea ever, you come up with crap like that and expect me to follow through?”

“It’s impressive! All the fans get wowed by it, and the judges too! Powering through an attack like AncientPower makes everyone go nuts!”

“And it hurts like fucking hell! How in the hell do you think I’m going to hold up through an entire season of putting myself through added abuse? This is what I’m talking about, you don’t appreciate what I go through when you pull stunts like that. And I’m pretty sure I won a couple battles that I would have LOST if I had tried that...just avoiding the attack and going in for the kill is almost always better, you only endure if there’s no other option. You get on my case but I’d love to see you try to get through something like that.”

“Agh...that’s…”

“Not your job? It shouldn’t be mine, either. It only is because you don’t think about my needs. You think about yourself. And you don’t appreciate what I do for you...EVERYHING I do for you. And it’s extra dumb because in the end you need me a hell of a lot more than I need you, for EVERYTHING.”

That one stung, and not just because it sounded like a threat that Ignis was looking to hightail it. Trace prided himself on being self-reliant, using his own brain to do the work rather than follow the trend of the crowds and over-weighting the experts. Being essentially told he was incapable, that was low. “That’s...that’s not fair. I can handle myself just fine...I don’t WANT to not have you around, but I can get by at least…”

“Yeah? Fine. Let’s prove it.”

“Prove it?”

“Sure. You think you can handle yourself just fine? Then let’s see it in action.” Ignis stepped back and leaned against a tree. “Build yourself a fire. Without my help.”

Build a fire...Trace found himself momentarily at a loss. What kind of challenge was that? How was building a fire supposed to prove anything? It had nothing to do with anything they did in their battles...but, if that was the thing Ignis wanted him to do, surely he could do it. “Fine, I’ll go ahead and do that. Right here?”

“Exactly. Just like our usual bonfire set-up, but you don’t get the help of my flames. And one more thing, take off your clothes.”

“What? Why?”

“Because, those things keep you warm. I want you to be feeling the air as it gets colder, all over your body, I want you to feel like you HAVE to get that fire going no matter what. You have until nightfall.”

That seemed a bit over the top, but Trace shrugged and disrobed. It wasn’t like Ignis hadn’t seen it all before, you couldn’t live with a Pokémon for nearly a decade without baring at all at some point, and they hardly gave a damn, Ignis had never worn anything more than a collar at any time. It was still the middle of the day...well, maybe a bit on the lee side of it, but he was sure that was enough time, and the air wasn’t that cool yet. He could easily prove himself to Ignis...then maybe they could talk out their issues with cooler heads.

While Ignis leaned back against his tree and watched, Trace set about his task. The easy part was getting stones for a ring to keep the fire contained - the first time they had done a fire, years ago, they had neglected that simple step and the blaze had gotten a bit out of hand before someone had managed to contain it. A simple ring of stones usually keep it from growing too wide, and so long as they didn’t make a huge bonfire there was little risk. Any stones would do, and there were enough in nearby area that he was able to come up with something passable within around a half hour. Heaving all the stones himself was definitely inviting a bit of wear on his arms, even though he went for smaller ones...definitely easier with two people, but he managed it.

His next task was setting about gathering kindling, but it was here that he started to think about the real issue he had to face: namely, that he had no idea how he was going to start the fire. He didn’t have any matches or lighters or anything like that, nothing that actually produced fire apart from Ignis. He’d never before needed anything more than that, Ignis had always been happy to contribute his part. Maybe he should have had something in his bag for that, but he’d always carried light and those seemed superfluous. If this was going to be a trend, though, maybe he would have to rethink that...it’s not like they were THAT heavy.

The concept of starting a fire from scratch wasn’t entirely unknown to him, but he’d never done anything like it. Sparks from metal on flint would be the quicker way, but heck if he could identify flint on sight. And then there was the old standby, rubbing two sticks together. He didn’t know if there was a particular trick to that or not, he’d never even seen it done, but friction was good at creating heat, so enough rubbing might get him there. It wasn’t going to be easy...and now he was starting to realize that the task Ignis had set him to wasn’t meant to be easy, just sound like it was. Was that the lesson? That the things he was proposing weren’t as easy on Ignis as they seemed? Maybe...perhaps he could show that with enough dedication, he could overcome such a challenge, and send his own message.

Conceptually, it seemed straightforward enough. If he was starting a fire from scratch, he needed drier debris for easy fuel, rather than just sticks and logs for longevity. Though he would need those too, they would have to come later. And the sticks would have to be easy to rub together, but thick enough that they wouldn’t break easily...that was the harder part, he had brush and wood and all that pretty quickly, but the right sticks were much harder to find. He scoured all over the woods, going further away than he really felt comfortable with under the circumstances, trying to get usable catalysts while becoming aware of the ticking of the clock.

Finally Trace returned with two good candidates, as the sun was starting to get unreasonably close to the horizon. Time wasn’t exactly short, but it wasn’t long either. Even after finding two that looked like they worked, he still had to make them make fire...and he had no idea how long that would take. Nor did he really know what he was doing, which made it all the harder. Trying to figure out the trick for rubbing was eating up more of his time - he knew he wanted to focus on contact with one spot, but getting it so he could consistently grind one against the other was proving to be quite the hassle. If he held both, they’d inevitably slip off the spot of focus, and if he tried holding just one either the second wouldn’t stay still or he couldn’t get an angle to work at it right. He knew there was something he wasn’t doing right, but he just couldn’t figure out what the right way was.

And there was another problem. Carrying the stones and logs might have put a bit of fatigue on his arms, but that was nothing compared to actually rubbing the sticks together. They weren’t heavy, but the motion needed to create enough heat for a fire had to be fast and consistent, and all his experimenting was wearing his arms out without making much progress. The draining feeling was starting to get to Trace, especially as obvious signs of sunset were appearing in the sky; he really was running out of time at this point.

Finally he seemed to hit on a plan that was kind of working, using the rocks making the ring to try to stabilize the focus stick so he could grind the other against it more consistently. It seemed to be the right idea for the time, but he was worried about breaking one or the other with the pressure he needed to put on. And his arm was so tired that he wasn’t able to keep it going without needing to rest...which he knew was only going to make the heat recede, but there wasn’t much he could do about it. Desperation was starting to creep in, Trace was trying not to show it but it was probably leaking out anyway.

He was trying now to ‘rest’ by going slower to avoid losing progress, though it wasn’t much of a help for his arm. He was cursing his cockiness now. Who knew making a fire was THIS difficult? He’d always asked Ignis to do it, the Charizard could do it so effortlessly, he made fire seem like such an easy and natural thing…which it was, for him. Maybe without him he would have had the means to make one more easily available, but right now, he was just totally relying on Ignis for flames.

...What else was he totally relying on Ignis for?

He’d never really thought about that before. He’d thought that they were a team and they did things together...but, that wasn’t really the case, was it? Ignis was the one who made the fire, he usually just got some stones and logs...which, Ignis got more of anyway. Ignis was the one who gathered food for them, too, he knew what was safe and what wasn’t, Trace didn’t really have an eye for that...same with water, Ignis would know what was safe and what wasn’t out in nature, and his flames could do some purifying if they needed it. Ignis warded off wild Pokémon that came by looking for an easy meal or to harass a human, he wasn’t strong enough to fend them off, even the smaller ones would have been a threat to him. The walk to this spot had been a long one, ordinarily he would have flown on Ignis to get them there, it would have been twenty times as fast…maybe that wasn’t total reliance, but he would definitely miss it. If either of them were injured, Ignis was the one applying the treatments, and if Trace was the one hurt Ignis would carry him to a safe place. Even keeping him warm and safe while sleeping...Ignis did a ton for Trace when they were out on their excursions, all while doing strenuous training.

What did HE do?

Nothing was really coming to mind. His contribution to their safety and well-being out here...it was pretty much nothing. Nothing that Ignis didn’t do far better, anyway. Maybe the Charizard was right...maybe he was reliant on him for everything. So reliant that when deprived of that comfort, he really had nothing. Nothing except sore arms from trying to start a fire.

As the area started to grow dark, he rose up a bit, using the rubbing stick for leverage...his arm buckled, and he put his weight on the focus stick without thinking. With a loud <SNAP> it broke, dashing his already meager hopes for success. There was no way he had the energy to start from scratch, even if he could find a stick that would work...dismally, he blurted out, “I...I can’t...I can’t do it.”

He heard footsteps, could feel the temperature rising as Ignis was coming over...a whoosh from nearby, and there was a fire going in the firepit. Trying to be as contrite as possible, Trace looked over at Ignis...and was struck momentarily dumb. Jutting out between the Charizard’s legs was an enormous, steaming, deep red rod, pointed at the tip and getting very thick down towards the slit it emerged from. Of course he knew Ignis HAD a cock, he’d just never seen it so close up.

“You didn’t think you were getting that for free, did you?” It was Ignis’s most deadly serious voice, leaving no doubt that he wasn’t just kidding around with this. “That fire comes with a price, and this is what I want. Don’t try to act like you don’t know what to do, either, seeing as you spent a lot of time getting laid while I get stuck with my claws.”

That one stung too, but for a different reason - Trace knew for sure he had no defense to it. He hooked up plenty on the strength of his reputation...a reputation Ignis had earned him. And he avoided bringing Ignis along deliberately, thinking that might be a distraction...and he never brought Ignis anywhere for the purposes of getting HIS rocks off. In fact he’d chided Ignis in the past for going out and doing it on his own. He’d never thought about it before, and now that he actually was, there was no way it wasn’t supremely unfair.

Even so, this seemed like an extreme way to get what he wanted, forcing Trace to service him for a fire...but any objection he might have voiced was struck down in his own mind. He’d shown himself incapable, weak, borderline useless...really, it was Ignis who deserved to be the authority, not him. His ‘team’ notion, he now saw, was a farce, he had always fancied himself in charge, but he didn’t do anything to deserve it...Ignis deserved it. He deserved to be the one in control. And Trace, he deserved to be the one who had to be controlled, to pay his Pokémon back for all he’d done for him over the years without any true recompense. If Ignis wanted it, it was his duty to give it...one very tiny gesture, hardly a drop in the bucket of what Ignis had earned, which meant it was all the more important that he do it.

He shuffled over on his knees to Ignis, leaning into the hot cock being pushed on him. It was insanely hot, smooth and pointed, knotted at the base, easily twice the length and thickness of the largest one he’d ever seen on a human...so different from anything he’d ever experienced. His fairly extensive experience included both guys and girls, but never Pokémon...there had been a couple surprise offers in the past, but he’d turned them down in favor of human opportunities. He wasn’t even totally sure why, it wasn’t like he was inherently opposed to the idea, he just wasn’t ready to cross that line at the time. Well, he was being hurled over it now, with the Pokémon he was most familiar with in the entire world.

Still, Ignis was right that he was very familiar with the principles of pleasing a dick, and he was sure the ideas would be the same, it would just be a matter of adjusting to the size and shape and heat...and he was fairly sure the heat wasn’t going to be too big a problem, Ignis had supernatural control over heat, he wasn’t going to let it hurt Trace, that wasn’t his aim. The fact that his fingers were continuously burning yet not hurting as he stroked over the slightly wet surface gave him even more confidence in that regard. So he leaned in, mouth opening and tongue slurping over the tip, collecting a (relatively) small dollop of precum as he did and drawing it in. His eyes squeezed shut at the intense flavor of the cock and fluids - spicy, slightly sulfuric, laden with a heavy, oily musk that no human could possibly compare to, and of course blazing hot, the burn lingering in his mouth and throat. Not necessarily bad, to his mild surprise, but something he would have to adjust to.

None of it deterred him; Ignis deserved this, and he wasn’t about to try to back out. Back his mouth went to he Charizard’s tool, licking and slurping over the pointed tip and taking it into his mouth, while his hands rubbed and stroked over the rest of it, including that knot at the end. That heavy bulge felt even hotter, almost throbbing a little under his touch, and he heard a quiet, almost purring growl as he squeezed and kneaded it. More precum was drooling into his mouth, and he was swallowing it almost automatically, his body starting to feel hotter from the fluids.

“That’s right...don’t just suck it, WORSHIP it,” rumbled Ignis above him, the words almost as pushy as they could get without physically shoving Trace to the ground. “Show it how much you appreciate it, and the Charizard who owns it. You want to try to do as much for it as I do for you...make it feel as good as I make you, when you’re safe and comfortable and happy and prosperous.”

Yes, that was exactly what he should do...Ignis deserved that much, much more than that but at least that much. Trace’s eyes lidded slightly as he focused on servicing the hot cock, bobbing up and down on the tip while his hands massaged the flesh, never ceasing despite the intensity of that burn and their weariness from their earlier work. Everything he could do with his tongue he did, whenever he went deep enough it got pinned down, but when he pulled back he could lick and slurp at the tip, teasing and stimulating it and getting rewarded with more precum spurting into his mouth. He was getting used to the taste by now, still intense but much more satisfying...but this wasn’t about his satisfaction, it was about Ignis’s.

Breathing deep, he suddenly pushed forward, driving that blazing tool into his throat a few inches. His lips were stretched wide around the thick girth of it, and the heat in his throat redoubled as it came into contact with that volcanic flesh, but he endured it, knowing it would get easier...and he still had quite a lot of cock to take. A lot of cock he wanted to take...to show Ignis he could do something for him, at least.

Back and forth he worked himself, facefucking himself slowly onto that thick shaft, hands gripping onto the knot for leverage. The stretch on his mouth and jaw was getting steadily more intense, but not beyond his tolerance, even if it had he would have continued. Back and forth, bobbing with short strokes, working it slowly deeper into him, feeling the stretch now building in his throat...it was getting tough to breathe, not just with the heavy tool blocking him off but the thick, musk-laden overheated air he did inhale when he had a chance.

But it was all worth it to hear the pleasured groans and growls of Ignis above him. He could hear that heavy tail thumping here and there, another clear sign of the Charizard’s pleasure. And he could feel every slight shift of that huge body when it tugged or humped ever so slightly...Trace was dead certain that Ignis could have grabbed his head and fucked the shit out of his throat at any time, but he clearly wanted Trace to do the work of getting him off, and he was holding back immensely. In his mind, Trace imagined him charging up all that energy, winding it up for its eventual release...he had no doubt that this blowjob wasn’t going to be the end of his service to Ignis tonight, not with how clearly pent up he was.

Finally he felt his nose bump against the Charizard’s knot, as far as he was going to be able to handle. His airway was cut off here, he was feeling the strain a bit, but he could hear heavy breaths above him, deep growls that he was sure meant that Ignis was on the verge, that weighty heaving familiar enough to him. Which meant he just had to put his all into a motion and Ignis would go off...his hands suddenly squeezed tight on the reptile’s knot while he tried to swallow around that thick cock, tightening and massaging with his throat, hoping that was a bit more quick to please Ignis than his slow bobs.

Even when he was trying to get it to come, it came without warning - Ignis let out a heavy roar, and Trace felt the cock throb in his mouth and throat as a gush of thick, molten seed pumped into his stomach. Once the first round came the rest was quick to follow...he rocked back and forth, slowly pulling off while still stroking the giant dick and encouraging to shoot more cum into him. At first it all went down right into his stomach, rapidly giving him a sensation of fullness and burning deep within him, warming him from his core out...he wouldn’t even need a fire to feel warm tonight, not with the infernal dragon seed pumped into him. But there was one thing he wasn’t getting from this...a taste of his Charizard’s cum, to know his inner flavor.

The last part was the roughest, trying to keep the volleys of cum from choking him as he dragged the tip out of his throat and back into his mouth, but he managed somehow, allowing himself to sample the taste of that burning cum. It was far more intense than his cock’s taste, saltier and spicier, leaving two different types of burn on his tongue, and had a more oily taste and texture as well. Yet, he found himself partial to it...something about it was, if not exactly tasty, at least desirable in some way. Of course, it was Ignis, why wouldn’t he be desirable? He was a strong, handsome beast, radiating power, anyone would be lucky to have him as a partner, if only Trace would give him the opportunity. He didn’t deserve the honor, really, and the fact that he was feeling pleasure and goodness from this only further solidified the need to serve Ignis and give him what he deserved for all he did for Trace.

He wasn’t exactly sure how, but he managed to take in Ignis’s entire load, only the last tiny dribble of cum from his cock escaping Trace’s innards as he pulled away. Finally his air was a bit clearer, a good thing given his heavy pants as he recovered his air...he felt quite full of seed, quite thoroughly warmed, and incredibly horny. He didn’t think he’d ever been this painfully aroused before...was he into this kind of thing? It wasn’t something he’d ever done with a human, those were quick romps between equal partners, and he certainly wasn’t anything close to equal with Ignis. Maybe he liked that...or maybe it was just that he liked Ignis that much, that he wanted the Charizard in that way now that he’d had a taste. He wasn’t really sure, but it didn’t matter for the moment - this was about Ignis’s pleasure, not his own, and he could figure out what his own feelings were later. For now, he had one task, give Ignis what he wanted, make him feel good like he deserved to feel, and try to repay him even a tiny bit.

And Ignis knew what he wanted. Suddenly the Charizard snatched him up, yanking him into his hot body and turning him around. A few twists and a thump later, Trace found himself wrapped tight against Ignis as they laid on their side on the ground, one of those large arms wrapped around his chest and arms, pinning them down. Ignis’s other hand grasped his leg, spreading it wide for easy access to the human’s ass...Trace shuddered a bit as he felt the burning tip smear pre around his rear before settling against his tight passage. He knew how to take a dick, but again, never had they been this size or shape or temperature...it was going to be much more intense than ever. And he had a feeling Ignis wasn’t going to be letting him take things at his own pace this time.

With a snarl, Ignis rammed himself inside, burying himself a good two-thirds of the way into Trace in one fell swoop. Trace jerked and tensed, crying out at the sudden rush of sensation through his body - nothing could have prepared him for the force of the stretch inside him, the searing contact that lit him up like nothing else could have. It felt almost too much to handle...but only almost. And even if it had been more than almost, he wouldn’t have stopped it.

The first couple bucks were awkward, until Ignis got himself fully embedded inside Trace short of the knot. Then the dragon seemed to settle in and start getting into a rhythm, sharp bucks in and out as his knot slapped wetly against the human’s opening. That entire thickness deep inside Trace was starting to feel good though, his body adjusting and accepting it inside him without further protest. He could feel the burn getting steadily more potent as pre spread inside him, helping channel that vicious heat into his tissues. Deep growls from within Ignis made his body rattle, and he could feel his legs being stretched further apart as that clawed grip on his thigh intensified.

Through it all, Trace wasn’t flagging at all...he remained hard, potently aroused, huffing hard as he endured the powerful fucking. He felt truly overpowered, overwhelmed by the sheer power of Ignis, power he hadn’t ever truly been able to appreciate before. Sure, he believed Ignis powerful, but it was something else entirely to have that power USED on him...showing him how little he was next to the Pokémon he relied so heavily on. And still his cock throbbed, threatened to spill its contents whenever that poker speared his prostate, the tension building up with a fury. Again he wasn’t sure if it was just the physical ability of Ignis to stimulate beyond belief, or that the entire situation was making him hot and he really was that kinky. Certainly, he had reason to wonder.

But this was about Ignis, not him, and again he refocused on giving the Charizard the pleasure he deserved. His body tensed around that huge cock, as much as he could, tightening up and letting his walls rub more fiercely against that staff of flesh. It wasn’t much, he didn’t have much he could do in this utterly trapped position, but it was something he could do and so he dove into it. Every time the thick cock punched in, he tightened down, letting it break through his feeble resistance and add to the dragon’s pleasure. Every time he pulled out, Trace clung to him, letting the friction ramp up to the max and ravage his walls as Ignis took what he could out of him.

And it felt like it was paying off...he could feel the throbbing getting more intense, the heat building even hotter with every thrust. Ignis was snorting every time he bucked in, a hot burst of air making Trace feel warm all over as his neck was slightly curled over Trace’s head. His arm was getting more intensely tight around the human, making his breathing get labored once again, as he started to pound especially hard. Trace could feel his ass protesting a bit at the enormous bulb of burning meat trying to make its way into him...Ignis certainly wasn’t going to let him go without a knotting this time. And he had earned it, far more than, so Trace just let it come without objection, willing Ignis to do what he wanted to do to claim him.

Harder and faster, slap after slap after slap, Ignis kept pushing and then relenting, almost as if teasing Trace, like he wanted the human to beg for it. Trace was starting to wonder if he should, if that was what Ignis was waiting for...but before he got there, the dragon rocked in HARD, slamming with a force well beyond his earlier thrusts. Trace could only cry out as he felt the knot suddenly shove its way in, with far less resistance than he thought he would put up...suddenly he was cumming, shooting pearly ropes into the grass in front of him, his orgasm bursting through with a shocking vigor, making him yell out in elation. But it was nothing next to the deafening roar of the Charizard - and then he felt it, that thick seed flushing through his innards, the searing heat from the first load redoubling as a second salvo plastered his body’s inner walls.

The roar had ended but the overload had just begun. His asshole was stretched to the very limit around that thick knot, blocking off any escape for Ignis’s cum, and it pumped into him relentlessly, filling him with even more spunk. Already feeling pressured to the brim from the amount he’d swallowed, Trace was sure he was going to swell up with the second helping, the seed racing to fill every bit of empty space it had left, or at least that was what it felt like. And he couldn’t deny that it felt really good, the heat was ferocious but also soothing, the pressure was a strain but it felt nice. He was pretty sure it wasn’t just the afterglow of his own orgasm that made it feel that way, that it was just how this was supposed to feel. And from Ignis’s loud purr-growling, he was sure the Charizard felt even better...just as he was supposed to. It encouraged him to writhe around a bit, clench down where he could, trying to milk more of his stored-up seed from those productive dragon balls.

He wasn’t really quite sure when it ended...the pressure had built to the point that he couldn’t really feel the difference between small amounts any more. It was when it wasn’t really changing much anymore than he was pretty sure things had ended...he looked down a bit, and he could see a distension in his gut, not huge but noticeable, which had to be from the amount of fluid packed into him at that moment, and held in place by that enormous cock that was locked into him, and would be for some time. Trace didn’t know how long, but it hardly mattered.

Ignis wasn’t moving from his position, seeming more than content to stay on his side like this. But he did let go of Trace’s leg, and his grip on the human’s body loosened enough to let his arms slip back out and come free. It kept holding him tight, and Trace was grateful for that, without that their positions would have been quite uncomfortable. It was relaxing, feeling that hot chest move back and forth against him, feeling the warmth radiating through his entire body, just resting and recovering from the rough ride. He could have fallen asleep from just that...but there was something he had to do before that.

“Ignis...I’m sorry. All this time...I treated you so much worse that you deserved. I never thought about what your needs were, what your wants were...I always put mine first, and what I did give you wasn’t nearly what you deserved. I never realized how much I took you for granted, and how much I really depend on you. You do so much for me, and I didn’t do nearly enough for you, and put you through so much that you shouldn’t have had to go through. I really am weak without you...I’m not worthy to be your trainer, and I’m not worthy to be your teammate.”

There was a quiet rumble from Ignis. “Mmm. No, you’re not…you can’t be a teammate without thinking of your team. But I know you weren’t being malicious. Merely ignorant...it didn’t make it easier on me, knowing you just didn’t get it, not that you were trying to make me miserable. Perhaps I should have said something before, but it was difficult, I didn’t know if you would take it the wrong way. But you needed the harsh truth, I shouldn’t have held back.”

Trace nodded. “I understand...I should have thought a lot more about your needs and wants. I was too selfish, I thought I was so much bigger than I was...and really ignored my own weaknesses, too. I’m the one who’s not pulling his weight...I can’t call us a team when I’m not doing anything to deserve it.”

“Yes, but it doesn’t have to be that way.” Ignis’s clawed hand rubbed Trace’s stomach, feeling the firmness of his cock stuffed inside him and the pressure of his seed. “So...starting from here on, I’m going to be YOUR trainer. I’m going to show you how to manage on your own, without having to rely on me for everything. I’m going to teach you all the basics of living in the wild - how to find food and water, shelter when you need it, starting your own fires, tending your own injuries, all that you need. And you’re going to learn how it feels in a Pokémon battle...I’m going to find Pokémon to hit you with attacks, dialed back but strong enough that you know what I go through. You’re going to learn what it feels like when I’m struggling with poison or paralysis, or I have to take an attack head on. And, you’re going to feel them ravage you just like I did, because that’s one spot we can go all out without hurting you and make you truly understand our power. When you know all that, you’ll understand what a good battle tactic will be. It will be a long struggle, but once I’m through training you, we will truly be equals, I will be happy to call you my teammate, and no one will be able to stand in our way.”

Trace nodded in silent assent. It was a chance he was glad to have, not to prove himself but to become someone proven. And to earn Ignis’s approval, and show himself worthy of their partnership. He would do whatever it took...and after they were through it all, when they returned to the league, he would never again forget about Ignis or leave him behind. Because they would TRULY be a team.

But if he really was truly that into being so thoroughly dominated like this...well, maybe they didn’t have to be equal all the time.