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Pokémon Slice of Life #1

The crisp night air tickled my skin as we walked down the forest path. It was a long day of scouting for wild Pokémon, my partner preformed as intensely as always. Being a stud of a Blaziken brings clear advantage over nearly any foe we faced. He was taller than most of his species and strangely quick for his size. He enjoyed getting exercise and helping me find new Pokémon to catch. I wasn’t some collector or lackey to a professor, so I only caught a few that we face. I love them, but Blaziken holds a special place in my heart. He has been with me since we were young, he was an awkward little Torchic and I was 12. I chose to study more in school before getting my first, and I still independently study when I can. Some of those trainers out there that started at 10 and stopped school are… poor role models. It has been 4 years and I got my GED, since I was studying on my own. Maybe I will return to a more urban life eventually, but I still have my wanderlust.

I looked at my Pokétch, slightly out of date but it had a handy UI, and if we didn’t set up camp we would regret it. I switched a few screens around, noticing I haven’t heard someone say my name in a while. Oh well, I can still talk to my Pokémon and understand them. They didn’t need to call me Jean for me to be able to tell they were addressing me.

“Hey, Otto, we should bed down for the night soon.” I suggested, seeing him look back with a smile and a nod. We walked off the path a while, until we encountered a large fallen tree. The roots were worn and the core looked pretty hollowed out. We set up a lean to so we had ample room and minimal set up inside the tree. We couldn’t stand up completely but this wasn’t meant for that.

Once Otto helped me make dinner we sat next to each other under the entrance to the shelter. I leant into him and he wrapped an arm around me. Maybe this was the reason I enjoyed life away from the city… While not illegal, being intimate with your Pokémon wasn’t exactly always received well. Being with Otto for so long, especially through puberty, really shaped me.

“How are you feeling Otto?” I asked as my hand rubbed his back, massaging the muscles slightly.

After a moment of subtle cooing, he responded with a nuzzle and a deep ‘Blaaaaa…’ His arm around me pulled me closer while his other put a talon under my chin to lift my gaze to his. That cocky bastard had a smug grin and a look that told me his affectionate feelings but also how he knew how much of a piece of putty I was to him once he pushed the right buttons. That confidence being… one of them.

Leaning into me he opened his beak to gingerly kiss me. Having practiced this became less awkward as time went on. I could kiss him deeply, enjoying the feeling of our tongues entangling. His beak was nearly around my cheeks this way, but I loved it. It was part of his allure, he knew how I liked that feeling of being overwhelmed. As I mused this he pulled me into our shelter without pulling his beak away. Laying me down, he positioned himself over me, his powerful talons wrapping around my wrists as he continued to assault my mouth. He body and mouth had an intense heat to it, something I learned long ago was that our shelters seldom needed fire when I had him with me. I squirmed under him and moaned into his mouth slightly, my pants bulging in the front from my arousal. He crooned as his washboard stomach felt it.

Pulling away, a string of saliva connecting our mouths as I was left panting from the heat and intensity. Otto started unbuttoning my pants, giving me the hint to take off my shirt. I kicked off my shoes in time as he pulled my pants off effortlessly. My socks went with them, leaving me nude and throbbing under my powerful partner. Otto looked me over, as if surveying his latest prey, seeing him look at me like that just filled my veins with fire…

Otto found what he wanted to have first from me as he lowered his head to sniff at my hard member. I was no slouch for a 16-year-old with 7 inches of intact cock. He stuck his tongue out to gather the viscous pre pooling around the top of my foreskin. I shivered as the small amount of my tip that was showing was licked. He was so tender as he just tickled the end of my skin with his tongue, making me pulse and produce even more pre for him to greedily lap up. Once he was satisfied with that he wrapped a talon carefully around the base and pulled down to expose my slick, pink head fully; his breath on it made me gasp before moaning loudly when he licked up my shaft to the tip. Soon after, I felt the warmth of his whole mouth around my member, slipping down until his beak touched my pelvis. I placed my hands on his head to hold on as his tongue went to work circling my head and massaging the shaft. My sack was soon cradled in his talons as he tugged and kneaded them, the entirety of his treatment causing me to moan with nearly every breath. He has gotten very skilled with oral considering he has a beak, I thought to myself. I began thrusting wantonly into his beak, my head slipping just in and out of his throat. With my sensitive head fully exposed, the sensation was driving me wild. My feet stretched out and retracted, eventually touching something very hot and slick.

“O-Otto… if this keeps up I will not last long… And I really want to take care of you too…” I said with lust dripping from my voice. Otto pulled off my cock sloppily, my shaft slick from his treatment. Climbing over me again he came to rest with our hips grinding. I placed my hands around our members, looking down I took in how beautiful I thought his was. Slipped from the bushy pelvic region Blaziken generally have, the shaft was slickened slightly from being hid away normally. It was thick, thicker than I was for sure. It tapered slightly at the end, but then had a noticeable tip that went upwards a little. At the end, his urethra constantly drooled pre that was nearly uncomfortably hot, as was a trademark of fire-types. I gripped it tightly with mine, my hands could barely hold them both, his was at least 10 inches, if not more. Though with how tall he was, it seemed normal for his body. Slowly he humped into my grip and against my member. The friction causing my foreskin to roll back and forth, his coos signaling how he felt as my stomach was starting to have a small pool of slick pre.

Eventually it must have become too much of a tease for him as he pulled away from my grip and sat up on his knees a bit, pulling my member upwards. Completely soaked in our pre, I was definitely slick enough as he sat on it. I moaned blissfully as his tight heat enveloped my cock, bottoming out in his first go. I ground my hips up into him, feeling his plush insides squeeze my member made me see stars.

“Nnnnn… Blaaaaaaaze…” He moaned out as he began sliding up and down my member, the tightness pulling my skin up and down as he went. His own cock bouncing on my stomach with a wet slap each time from the slick pre all over me now. Luckily the outside of our sleeping bags was waterproof.

Once his rhythm was established he leaned over and put his talons on the bedding on either side of my face to smirk at me. Even with my cock buried in him, he still looked as confident as ever. My face flushed as he gave me that look, making him cock and eyebrow as he ground down hard on my hips and clenched hard, making me whine.

“Otto please… I can’t take it…” I begged, my hands going to his member to stroke it as if to try and bribe him to let me finish. He seemed satisfied with just my words though as he bats my hands away from his cock and rode me earnestly. My hands, finding handles on his hips to thrust up to meet him. After a minute of his intense riding I finally began bucking my release into his fiery guts. My orgasm shook me and made my toes curl as I sent shot after shot into my handsome Blaziken. Otto crooned as he sat upright and enjoyed the sensation of my release, placing a talon over his stomach as if to feel it.

“Oh fuck… Ahhh… Otto, you’re amazing… Wh-“ I was interrupted as Otto slipped off me, making me gasp as I was still very sensitive. My slick member flopped half-hard on my stomach as he scooped some of the cum leaking from his hole and spread it on his twitching cock. “Wait, Otto, I’m still really sensitive…!” I pleaded with him. Giving me a knowing look, filled with hunger, he easily flipped me over and pinned me down. I grunted as he nearly dropped himself on me and ground his thickness between my cheeks. I shuddered at the warmth and his breathing in my ear. It was raspy now, Otto was nearly growling with need, his intensity made more aware by the flames dancing on his wrists. The fact his control was slipping made me nervously excited of what was to come.

In a moment, he pulled his hips back and his tapered tip easily speared into me. Though it very quickly got difficult as he widened, thankfully my cum was on it to ease the transition. I half moaned, half grunted as he wedged himself deeper. Even after so long with him, his size was still quite a bit for me. His fit body suddenly came flush to my smaller frame, his bushy crotch now grinding onto my rear as he bottomed out in me finally. Pangs of overstimulation went through me from my recent orgasm, it was uncomfortable even. Thankfully it turned into pure ecstasy soon, as he started to stir my insides with his big cock by gyrating his hips in every direction.

Otto nuzzled into the back of my head as he lifted his hips and thrust in smoothly, making us both groan in pleasure. My member started growing hard again from his treatment. His dominance and skillful mating sending me into another round myself. His hips working at a steady rhythm now really ground his thickness on my prostate relentlessly. Eventually hooking his talons around my waist, he pulled us both back on our knees into doggy style, now confident I wouldn’t squirm away from overstimulation. I looked back and appreciated the look of bliss he had. Watching the muscles in his torso work, his possessive squeezing on my waist, it all made my heart flutter.

Now with more room, his vigor increased, his arms pulling me back to meet his thrusts. Causing me to cry out moans as he hammered himself into me. We were both panting at this point, a thin layer of sweat coating me from the heat and exertion. My cock was bouncing back and forth from his thrusting, flinging drops of pre between our legs. His hot cock only getting warmer as he builds into his impending orgasm.

One of his talons went up my body to grip my chest to pull me upright. His thrusting continued now with my knees barely touching the ground, since he was so tall. His possessive, intimate embrace was exhilarating. His head nuzzled into the side of mine and thrust once more, stiffening and groaning into my ear. I could feel his member pulse and intense heat spread through me, the sensation from my sore hole enough to push me over the edge one more time. I whimpered out Otto’s name and came a weaker load onto the bedding in front of us. My hands grasping each of his talons on my waist and chest to reciprocate his intimacy.

Once Otto finished emptying himself in me, he sat back and held me in his lap. His talons petting my stomach and thigh, cooing softly into my hair as he nuzzled me. His cum was intensely hot, it kept me panting to stay cool.

“Otto… you’re incredible… love ya featherbutt…” I whisper softly to him. He gave a rumbling sound deep from his chest as he squeezed me. Slowly he pulled away from me, his semi hard member slipping out wetly. My abused hole could barely clench enough to keep it in as we got under the covers. “We will clean these tomorrow, ‘kay?” I laughed lightly and Otto nodded. “I think we both need to bathe tomorrow too~” Otto groaned at that, he didn’t really appreciate water as much. Oh well, I bet his sore muscles will at least appreciate it.