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“Well...that was a busy day.” Gideon sat by the fire, rubbing a sore ankle gingerly. He looked worn out and a mite disheveled, obvious signs of recent strenuous activity. “I think maybe we shouldn’t have flamed that Beedrill nest...at least not without making sure our escape route was clear.”

Across the fire, his Quilava, Pyron, lay flat on his belly, scowling into the fire. “Well, if I’d known it wasn’t gonna amount to anything, I wouldn’t’ve.”

“Well, I mean, warning me beforehand would’ve been appreciated. I would’ve supported giving you a challenge if you wanted to take it on, but...it would’ve been a bit easier to be prepared for it.”

“Yeah, I know...I just thought of it right then and there, that’s all.”

Gideon wasn’t a stranger to that explanation - one knew what they were getting into when they chose a Fire-type as their partner. Fiercely dedicated, but impetuous and emotional, as tough to rein in as a raging flame itself. Pyron was every bit of that and always had been, though it had ramped up a fair bit after he’d evolved. Gideon did his best to rein him in, though he didn’t try to control it entirely - it felt like sometimes Pryon needed to let off his steam.

“We’ve been over this before, Pyron. I just need you to talk to me...I’m willing to help you out a lot, there’s a lot of stuff I’d be happy to do for you if you’d just tell me beforehand. I want you to be happy, but I also need you to be on the same page as I am.”

Pyron huffed, and the jets on his back flared slightly before dying back down; he was never all that happy to be chastised. “Yeah, I know, I know. I’m sorry, I’m just...frustrated.”

And why wasn’t a secret to Gideon. “Look, I know it’s tough. I’m not sure why you’re not evolving either. And I know patience isn’t exactly the strong suit of your type. But getting yourself killed out here isn’t going to accomplish what you want either.”

“But I know I just need more! I just...I don’t know what I need more OF. But most Pokémon get it through battling, so...look, if I see a really wild battle opportunity, that might just be what I need to evolve! And you know that’s what I’m thinking about, not, you know, whether you’re ready for it or not.”

The trainer could only sigh. He and Pyron had been together for three years, and from the start he knew that he had a Cyndaquil who was eager to be a Typhlosion. That was fine by him, he was more than happy to help his Pokémon achieve that ambition, as it was to his benefit to have a strong partner. And it had started off well, it had only taken about six months for the first evolution to take place, and Pyron was raring to go for more. But, since then, there had been nothing...Pyron hadn’t even felt a twinge of the sensation of evolution, no matter what they did. They took on some quite tough trainers, powered through battles in the wild, tried a few different supplements, even did some relaxing therapy and massage in case it was just a matter of being wound up too tight. Each and every endeavor had failed to get him to the next level. And it was wearing on Pyron badly...he was starting to seem desperate, like he thought something was wrong with him and he couldn’t evolve and he needed to prove that that wasn’t true. And it made it all the harder to keep him in check - incidents like the one earlier where he’d flamed a Beedrill nest just to get angry insects swarming around him to battle were starting to become more frequent. True, he had taken them all down, but it was a lot of chaos and damage that didn’t need to happen.

“Pyron, I want to help you evolve. I want you to be the best Typhlosion I know you can be. But, if you can’t keep yourself under control, I don’t know if I’ll be able to keep helping you. Stuff like that could cause a forest fire, and if they find out I wasn’t able to keep you in control they might take you away and take my trainer’s license so I can’t even get you back. I know it’s hard, but we have to try to do this in a way that doesn’t put everyone else at risk.”

Once again, Pyron’s jets flared. “We’re just...holding back too much. Why can’t we go somewhere where we don’t have to?”

“Because who knows what’s going to happen there? I know you want to go all out but those places, they’re extremely dangerous. And you’re my only Pokémon, if you get knocked out, who’s going to protect me?”

“Hmph...maybe we gotta take some chances. All I know is sitting around and taking it easy isn’t gonna make me a Typhlosion.”

Gideon bit his lip; he knew that was frustration speaking, but it was still a bit unfair. He had been letting Pyron cut loose more often than he used to, and trying to go along with him on some of his flighty impulses. It never seemed to be enough for him, though, and they were running up on a potential clash, where Gideon’s more reserved nature would have trouble meshing with the wild personality of Pyron. He hoped that finally getting the Quilava evolved would settle him down a bit...but as he turned on his side to sleep, he was no closer to figuring out what would get him there than Pyron was. And that wasn’t helping either of them.

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It was still dark overhead when Pyron woke up. In fact it was dark all around, the fire having faded during their slumber. The darkness didn’t matter, though. What mattered what the forceful idea in his brain that would not now go away or be denied. He didn’t know where it came from, what brought it on, why it was there...but it didn’t matter. Because he was somehow dead certain it would make him evolve, and impulse easily took over from there.

He scurried over to Gideon. His trainer slept light, it was a warm night so he was only in an old T-shirt and boxers. But that was still something in the way, so with a puff of flame and a flash of claws he destroyed them, leaving nothing but tatters. Somehow Gideon didn’t wake up through the destruction of his garments, though there was a soft moan that suggested that something was getting through. Pyron didn’t care - he’d be woken up soon enough by what was going to happen. His fiery eyes glittered as he set himself between his trainer’s legs, staring at his prize: the human’s dick and balls, laying there limply.

_Tiny. _ He wasn’t sure why he thought that, but he didn’t really care.

In a flash, he dove onto that cock, slurping and licking all over it and getting it nice and hard in a hurry. Gideon started to squirm and moan, still not awake yet, but Pyron paid it no heed - he had one goal and that was all that was on his mind. His hot tongue raked over the exposed head as his paws fondled the human’s balls, slowly heating them up more and more.

Finally Gideon awoke, hopelessly confused about what was going on. It took several seconds of nonstop pleasure before he even registered that he was being blown. By Pyron. Who had never done anything of this sort before. Never even suggested or hinted at it. And...he wasn’t stopping it. Was it the fuzz of still being asleep that was keeping him from saying anything? Nothing was coming out of his mouth except pants and moans.

Pyron never stopped, though he registered that Gideon was awake. And that he wasn’t stopping Pyron from doing what he wanted. Good. I need these more than you do. Again, a thought that wasn’t at all normal from him, but he couldn’t have cared less. He kept sucking, bobbing, doing everything he could to get the human’s cock on the verge of shooting.

Gideon’s brain was scrambled from the pleasure. He couldn’t figure out what was going on, why Pyron had chosen to do this, but something was keeping him from saying anything to that effect. He was frozen, except for his slight bucks into Pyron’s maw. The other thing he could feel was a ferociously intense heat in his cock and balls...hotter than anything he’d ever felt before, viciously burning, but somehow not painful. Not painful, but he was getting a strange feeling...something weird was happening, he didn’t know what.

Pyron sucked harder, licked more wildly. He could feel the heat building up to the critical point...the point that would give him what he wanted, what he needed. His tongue lashed against the human’s exposed cockhead more vigorously, trying to target the most sensitive spot, and getting more energetic squirming from Gideon in response. He knew he was almost there, just a little bit more…

And then with a cry, Gideon came, shooting hard into Pryon’s mouth. The Quilava took him to the root and latched on tight, sucking and swallowing with intense vigor as a burning-hot product flowed into him. The human gasped at the foreign sensations - it was like lava was pouring out of him into the greedy Pokémon’s mouth. But that wasn’t the only thing he noticed...each shot added a twitch to it, a powerful sensation of tension down there...his cock and balls were shrinking with each pulse!

Which was exactly what Pyron had been aiming for. His body swallowing not the typical male seed, but the pure essence of his trainer’s maleness that had been cultivated by his burning paw. How, he had no clue, but he wasn’t about to argue with results...and he could feel the results, every swallow filled him with a raw energy that made his heart race. He could already feel it, that tingle, that rush through his body that he had been craving for so long to feel again, needing more to push him over the edge, and he fed it more, holding hard and fast to that rapidly receding cock and feeding more heat into the disappearing nutsack.

And as soon as it was all gone, that glow rose up, bright enough in Gideon’s eyes to light up the clearing where they had made camp. Pyron hadn’t disengaged from his crotch, he could feel an odd twisting as the Pokémon’s body grew, and grew...getting larger and hotter, oh so much hotter, he could feel it on the air all around him. He was rigidly locked in place, still bewildered beyond belief, his mind vaguely trying to tell him something wrong was going on here, but he had zero capacity to speak against it.

When the glow faded, it was rapidly replaced by Pyron’s new flames, the jets on his back flaring out much fiercer than they had been before. And Gideon was startled and impressed - from what had been a pretty average-sized Quilava, Pyron had evolved into a Typhlosion with a much bigger frame than most. In fact he looked like he would tower over Gideon, where the average Typhlosion had been around his height standing upright...the heat and power radiating off of him were impossible to miss. And as he pulled his head away from Gideon’s crotch, another thing was impossible to miss, the smooth entrance between his legs. He knew what it had to be, but that didn’t help him understand why or how. But as he tried to ask, his breath caught in his throat as he saw what was between Pyron’s legs.

Pyron was suitably pleased to see that gaze there. His cock hung thick and heavy, a perfect fit on a Typhlosion as big as he was. He felt incredible, being so large, having such power course through him, and the pure sensation when he looked at Gideon...he knew, without question, he owned a part of the human’s essence now, and that meant that he owned the rest of him as well. And he was more than eager to make sure the human never questioned it. Without so much as a word, he surged forward, his hot and heavy body landing on Gideon’s, newly strong arms holding him firmly on the ground as he brought his thick cock up to the space between Gideon’s legs. He could feel Gideon spread for him a bit, his grin rising even more fiercely as he took the offer...legs braced hard on the ground, he shoved in, burying the entirety of his shaft inside that newly-built pussy.

Gideon didn’t know why, instead of clamping shut, he spread his legs for Pyron. All he knew was that a moment later he certainly didn’t regret it, as the surge of heat inside him planted in his body an explosion of ecstasy he had never even imagined possible. He felt a sudden wetness down there and heard a hissing as something he produced was gushing around, getting rapidly evaporated by the intense heat. Some part of his brain was still thinking something was very wrong with all this, this wasn’t supposed to be happening, and it only got more urgent when the words that emerged from his mouth were “H-harder, master…”

Pyron was all too happy to comply with that request, and began to pump himself in and out of Gideon with a frenzied speed and strength, the rush of his evolution instilling a crazy amount of energy in him that demanded to be unleashed. And what better way to unleash it than pounding his bitch the way he wanted to be pounded? His own hot pre mingled with Gideon’s juices, spreading it around more easily and making sure that the burn covered Gideon’s entire cunt. He spared no energy getting in as deep as he could, no part of Gideon’s body keeping its master out of him.

The growls and grunts Pyron made as he whaled away were matched by Gideon’s high-pitched cries as endless pleasure overtook him. Whatever part of his brain was still protesting this had definitely been overpowered by the part of him that wanted more of this kind of thing, that loved the feeling of his body being invaded by that volcanic cock which pierced him to the deepest depths without resistance, that wanted him to fill him up with seed and claim him as the bitch he knew he was. The sudden spikes and crests of pleasure put all his orgasms before this point to shame, slowly erasing any concern about the alteration to his anatomy.

And they were all but eradicated once the real thing hit - a sudden, violent climax that made him buck and writhe under his master, helping him to jam that heavenly cock inside him and clamping down on it tight as he did, nearly screaming out Pyron’s name as the bolts of euphoria ravaged him. He ground himself into that fiery furry body, desperate to give Pyron his own pleasure like he deserved, as his climax was propelled on and on by the fiercely thrusting cock.

Finally, Pyron yowled and and his jets flared high up into the air as he began to unload. Scalding streams of magma-like Pokéseed flooded into Gideon, redoubling his climax once again as he felt himself swell with the heavy gush. The wildly-hot fluid spread all the way through him, but most of it packed its way into his new womb, threatening to make him look like a bunch of eggs had been planted into him. He tried to keep clenched down through the contractions of utter bliss, tried to keep as much of his master’s seed inside him as he could manage, Pyron helping by grinding his cock in as deep as he could to pump out his load into him, both of them feeling their new roles locking in without a chance for argument.

It felt like Pyron’s ejaculation might never stop for a while, but finally it did, the pulses of seed trailing off before Gideon could look completely gravid. Both human and Pokémon were caught up in a sudden rush of fatigue, the exertion finally catching up after the wild, impromptu fucking, and the panted into each other trying to catch their breaths and get a hold of themselves. Slight spinning in both of their heads...and then, suddenly, it was gone.

Pyron suddenly wrapped his arms tight around Gideon. “It happened! I evolved! Look at me, I look awesome! You were right, waiting so long, it finally did pay off!”

Gideon blinked. Suddenly, out of nowhere, the entire catalyst of the change was wiped from his mind. His memory filled in gaps...how he had always been like this, and never wanted to let anyone know...how he had pledged himself to Pyron, feeling something for him that he never truly felt before...how Pyron hadn’t felt ready to be the master he wanted to be until he evolved, and how Gideon had vowed to save himself for him, and let Pyron be the first to show him a new world of pleasure. Warmth filled his face as he wrapped his own arms around Pyron. “Yeah, it did, and so did this...that felt so amazing, I always wondered what it would feel like, it was so worth it. Though...wasn’t I saying something earlier about telling me before you jumped into things?”

“I know, I know! I was just too excited, I’d been waiting for so long!” He licked Gideon on the nose and cheek. “But you know, if you want me to be your master, that’s gonna mean letting me do things my way.”

“I guess you’re right...well, now that you’ve evolved, and into such an impressive Typhlosion, I’m guessing you’ll be ready to take the lead the way you said you would.”

“Hah, you bet I am! But I’ll make sure you love every second of it. And I’ll make sure this gets plenty of work, too.” Pyron reached down and fingered the stretched pussy lips that were still hugging his cock. “I felt so bad sometimes, keeping you from trying out other sexy Pokémon because you wanted to save the first time for me...I’ll make up for that, for sure.”

“I know you will,” Gideon replied with a smile. “I didn’t sleep nearly enough, though...so, maybe we can continue this in the morning? I’d like to be nice and rested for my new master’s first day testing out his new playthings.”

Pyron nodded eagerly. “Absolutely...because I’m gonna want to be using every bit of energy you have.”

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Well, that was helpful. I think I’ve got it now.

As the human and Typhlosion fell back into slumber finally, an Abra sitting in a nearby tree used his mind to wipe the stray strings of cum off of his cock and hand and cast it to the grass below. It had all gone without a hitch, thankfully, and now Javi had the insight he needed.

Now that I know the feelings well, I’ll be able to write that story with a lot better understanding. Couldn’t really figure out how things would go without them...

His mind had made notes down while he was touching the two, but the more important thing was getting their sensations down viscerally, connecting to the feelings of the individuals he was writing. Even if the one in his story wasn’t a Typhlosion...though, he was considering changing the species now, there was so much good stuff there. And it had been a while since he’d written one, some of the readers sounded like they wanted more.

Who would have guessed that one of the most popular Pokémon/human erotica writers was a Pokémon himself? Well, maybe a few people, but most didn’t think Pokémon would bother with that kind of thing. Javi’s strength was his ability to really get his characters down so solidly, but for some of his stories he needed that extra inspiration, to get inside the characters as they played out the scenario...and, being a Psychic-type, he had the means to do so. It was a chancy thing he did, but worth it to him - usually he could do it without being caught, and though it was impossible for there not to be some lasting change, he always tried to give them something in return. In this case, the Quilava’s so-desired evolution was the trade-off...and he was pretty sure the human wouldn’t mind his change, either.

Now cleaned off, he took hold of his notes and teleported away. After all, he had a story to write, and he might as well get to it while it was fresh.