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“Nah, you know, I thought about trying to go to a more, ah, volcanic area back in the day, but…honestly, everything in those places is just so serious. You don’t get a lot of, just, laid-back communities, because it’s a harsh environment and it draws the mons who want to live a challenging life. You have to keep up with everyone or you’re gonna find yourself at the bottom of the food chain pretty fast.”

“Hm. Seems to me that that might be implying something about grove Pokémon.”

Geddon made a dismissive motion with his hand. “Nah, I’m not saying Pokémon around here CAN’T be strong. It’s just not a CULTURE of strength. Like, they can be strong here, but not feel like they have to claw for status or anything. I mean, I consider myself fit enough - I’m not like some human-trained battle machine, but I can hold my own against mons my size - but I don’t feel like I have to prove it or anything, and I don’t get into a lot of fights here.”

“Yes, I’ve heard people mention that you’re remarkably even-tempered for a species known for hot-headedness.” The Gothorita seemed fairly interested in Geddon, which the Charmeleon was enjoying quite a bit. It was just a little grove schmoozing, a bunch of traveling mons passing through and being welcomed, and of course Geddon wasn’t about to pass up the chance to provide some enjoyment to any which were interested. And it seemed like that chance might come, if he just stayed relaxed.

That was easier these days than it had been for a while. It was impossible to forget the months that had given him fits…the months that had seen his prowess questioned and scoured by Trico, a Grovyle who lived in the same grove Geddon did. Geddon had worked hard to be relatively even-tempered for a Fire-type, but Trico had a nasty habit of pushing his buttons, particularly the button that pierced deepest to Geddon: the fact that he had never been able to get interest from a female. It wasn’t like the Charmeleon had been extremely wanting for sex, given how often males seemed to enjoy his company, but the desire was there for the other gender as well…and Trico, who had precisely one time managed to get a female to lay with him, had lorded that over him like it made him some kind of sex god. And while Geddon had tried not to take it too much to heart, it ended up abrading away his confidence, his interactions with females never going the way he hoped, maybe because he was starting to feel desperate and it showed.

The toughest part had been feeling like he had to do it organically. There were females in the grove that he was friendly with, even friends with, that might have been open to it if he asked…but that had just felt wrong. Asking them to have sex with him just to shut Trico up, that would have seemed like severely cheapening what he thought of them. It was one thing to have a fling with someone, that was mundane for Pokémon, but quite another to be seeking their company just for personal gain. Even if it was someone Geddon wasn’t going to see again, he didn’t want to do it just to get Trico off his back - he wanted to be wanted and enjoyed. But as long as the lizard was pestering him about it, it was undermining his efforts to do just that.

Eventually, though, he’d figured out an alternative: getting Trico to stop pestering him. By taking HIM like a female. A round of mind-melting slit sex had the Grovyle shutting up nice and quick, and Geddon finally worked out some of those frustrations. And within just a few weeks of that incident, he’d finally gotten over that hump and gotten that hump he’d sought, leaving a sleek Heliolisk femme singing his praises. And it hadn’t been the last…he still had more action with males, but the opportunities with females were hitting much more often than they had, and he wasn’t feeling any sense of wanting or desperation over it anymore. Even better, he now had a tool to deal with Trico when the Grovyle got too mouthy - knowing he could temporarily melt the grass lizard’s brain into goo with a well-placed dicking made his yappiness a lot more tolerable. Most of the time, anyway…

———

Trico could see what was happening. And he was trying to tell himself he was just going to go over for a friendly chat. It wasn’t at all that he was trying to insert himself into the situation between Geddon and the Gothorita, not anything like that! Just joining the conversation, there was no rule against that! He wasn’t at all bothered by it, not even the slightest solitary bit!

Things had certainly changed for Trico as well, since Geddon had gotten the better of him. The Charmeleon had found a severe weakness in him, and now fairly easily exploited it - and Trico would have been outright lying to say he wasn’t inviting it just the slightest bit. Could anyone really blame him? Who wouldn’t want to be fucked into a complete bliss stupor by a thick cock destroying his slit mercilessly? So what if he now had a reputation as a ‘fire-slut’? There was nothing wrong with the truth! Trico wasn’t one to be bothered by labels like that, which was part of what made it so easy for him to needle others about theirs.

He couldn’t needle Geddon about the female thing anymore, though. Not since he’d gotten over that and had started getting their attentions more regularly. He mostly had to resort to more generic pestering to make sure Geddon pushed back on him properly. Nothing about it cut as deep, but he really didn’t need that, he just needed the Charmeleon to be annoyed enough to want to rail him ruthlessly to shut him back up. And that wasn’t too difficult…except, the opportunities were harder to find, with Geddon having any number of options, and with females now reliably one of those options, he seemed to have even more his pick of partners.

Ostensibly, so should Trico have, really. He wasn’t as popular as Geddon by far, more people found him annoying than charming, but his tongue had been able to weave quick lines to lure some in for a good time before…before Geddon had ravaged him into the ground in the most thrilling way. It seemed it was getting harder by the day to maintain that now, though…the slick lines weren’t coming, and he wasn’t drawing many eyes, unless it was a bigger mon looking for a lithe lizard to sub to them. Which he was doing more of, to be sure…in fact, after about the fourth or fifth time Geddon had roasted his slit, Trico had stopped topping entirely. He just wasn’t getting anything out of it anymore, he couldn’t even stay hard in the last one he tried…sure, it felt nice, he guessed, but it just didn’t come close to measuring up to that blazing spire conquering him. He got more out of others pounding his tailhole, even occasionally got some slitplay with them, though he couldn’t get it quite as effectively as Geddon did…he was the only Fire-type around with enough potency to really drive Trico crazy.

Which meant Trico wanted him more than he wanted anyone else. But he wasn’t jealous! Absolutely not! Geddon was entitled to fuck whoever he wanted to, especially if they wanted him back! And it wasn’t like he was pining for Geddon, or wanted more from him! He just wanted maybe to feel that potent poker abuse his slit every now and then. No chance he struggled to see or hear anything about someone else getting what he was looking for, and probably enjoying it less than he did…it was laughable to even suggest that he wanted to be the Charmeleon’s more permanent rut-bitch, or that he even fantasized about the studly steamy scaly boy planting an egg in him. Utterly ridiculous!

Just like it was ridiculous to suggest he was going over to Geddon and the Gothorita for any reason other than a casual conversation. He wasn’t AT ALL bothered by the two chatting up and clearly getting cozy. Hell, he’d show just how much this didn’t bother him, he’d talk up Geddon’s prowess, after all, who would know better than he would?

———

“Hey! How’s it going over here?” Trico’s voice was a bit too loud, and sent a slight shiver down Geddon’s spine. Oh, jeez, not again…

“Oh…and who might you be?” the Gothorita asked, certainly a bit confused as the Grovyle came over with a wide grin on his face.

“My name’s Trico! I’m a buddy of Geddon’s here! Great guy, really, everyone around here likes him! Can’t really go wrong with him!”

Geddon was doing his best to keep a straight face, but it was much harder to mask what was going on inside - and unfortunately, a Gothorita was definitely going to pick up on that, which was probably going to cause problems with his schmoozing. Trico had definitely gotten easier to deal with…except for this new habit he’d taken to. Geddon talking with someone, clearly an interest in something more than talking happening, and then he’d suddenly show up, being his usual loud self, and inevitably derail things. It wasn’t like Trico was being insulting these times…in fact he seemed much more intent on talking up Geddon than anything. But he just laid it on so thick that it got uncomfortable, far more forward than Geddon was ever trying to be, and it definitely tended to ruin whatever mood the Charmeleon was trying to cultivate. He’d told Trico to knock it off, that he was causing issues, but the Grovyle still didn’t seem to have gotten the message.

The Gothorita’s look already wasn’t promising as she regarded Trico. “Is that so…I somehow don’t think he was expecting you to come over playing wingman.”

“Oh, no, definitely not, I’m not a Flying-type! Oh, uh, and he doesn’t need my help, either, he’s really, really good at this stuff! I mean, why wouldn’t he be, look how hot he is! Uh, literally, you know, Fire-type! And hot in the other way, too!”

“Trico…” Geddon’s voice had a growling edge to it even as he tried to keep his calm. “I appreciate your…compliments, but I’m trying to have a conversation here.”

“Oh, oh, oh! That’s no problem, no problem at all!” Trico let out a bit of a nervous laugh. “I just wanted to make sure she knew how lucky she was, you know? Since you’re pretty fantastic, who wouldn’t want to spend time with you? Especially in THAT way if you get my drift, haha!”

“Trico!” Now THAT was an outright snarl, even though the Charmeleon didn’t want to let it out. But what the hell was the Grovyle’s problem now? Trying to make it sound like all he was trying to do was schmooze for sex…obviously, Geddon wouldn’t have MINDED if it led to that, but if all it was was a conversation, there was nothing wrong with that either! And he sure as hell wasn’t going to try to play coy with a Psychic-type of all mons, they would KNOW if you were trying to play them and typically they were all too happy to play you right back, and you were NEVER winning that battle. He wanted to just push the Grovyle away and get back to things, but that seemed like a dim prospect…he was rattled now, and it probably wasn’t going to be anything more than awkward even if he did manage that.

And even that seemed unlikely as Trico wasn’t taking the ‘hint.’ “No, seriously, you’d be in for a great time, trust me on this! It’s like nothing you’ve ever imagined! Well, I mean, okay, you can probably imagine a lot more than I can, with that superbrain of yours, but really, it’s kind of a dream! You’d be way lucky being able to get a master of the craft to show their best, don’t you think?”

“I do indeed.” The Gothorita sounded somewhat amused, a far cry from the steaming Charmeleon with emotions fighting between embarrassed and angry. “Perhaps I’ll have to find out for myself at some point. But something tells me you two might need to have a conversation about something…”

“It’s…it’s fine, I don’t-” Geddon tried to say, but the Gothorita’s look, even without being overt, shut him up. That hadn’t been a suggestion, he all but knew what she was saying - this wasn’t going to stop without a LOT more discussion.

“Oh, don’t worry, I can tell there’s something important here. I’ll be happy to catch up on the details later on, I’m sure someone will be more than happy to tell me about them. Until then…” The Gothorita blew Geddon a kiss and walked off…and Geddon was forced to share space only with the last person he wanted to be with at the moment.

This was NOT the mood he wanted to be in for a talk…but he didn’t think he was getting out of it this time.

———

Surly wasn’t a good mood for Geddon, but he couldn’t help it. Bad enough he was trying to figure out what to say to Trico, the Grovyle was being supremely unhelpful by hanging onto him and refusing to stop chattering.

“Her loss! She probably just couldn’t handle how hot you are. Doesn’t she know how popular you are around here? You’d think a psychic could pick up on those sorts of things!” Trico wasn’t exactly one to be talking, completely oblivious to Geddon’s mood; all he was thinking about was how much he was enjoying getting to have Geddon to himself for a bit, and trying to think of what he could say to take things a bit further in just the right way.

“Trico, please stop…” The tense way Geddon said that would have made clear to most that he was about to snap. And he didn’t want to - how was getting angry going to fix this? - but everyone had their limits and the Charmeleon was at his. Maybe he could have said more, but he didn’t feel like Trico would listen…or care, even. What was he going to do about this?

Trico, of course, wasn’t stopping. “Hey, it’s perfectly fine, buddy! There’s lotsa mons around here who’ll take care of that for you! Hehe, I mean, I know one who’d be plenty happy with getting stuffed with that hot poker, take care of all of that pent-up energy a stud like you builds up, ready to eru-”

“TRICO, WOULD YOU SHUT UP?!” Finally, something erupted, but it wasn’t something pleasant for either of them, as Geddon roared out and shoved the Grovyle off of him, Trico landed on his back with a thud. Geddon glared down at him, tail flame flaring in his fury. “Is this your new fucking game?! Can’t grind me to dust over this whole ‘no females’ business so now you’re trying to cockblock me every time you think it’s gonna go somewhere? Shoving yourself into perfectly nice conversations just to drive them off before we even think about going there?! How many times are you gonna ruin things for me AND them before you’re satisfied, huh? Do you even think about what you’re doing, how awkward and uncomfortable you make them just to get at me?! What the hell is your obsession with me anyway, why am I just your favorite target for all this Tauros shit? Do you want me gone or something?! What are you-”

Suddenly Geddon cut himself off, as he registered the Grovyle in front of him. He was used to Trico having that silly grin on his face whenever he got Geddon’s goat, exceptionally pleased to have successfully pestered the Charmeleon into letting his control slip. He might even have expected wide-eyed fear over the thought that he’d gone too far, even if that was one he’d yet to see on the Grovyle. What he wasn’t expecting was what he was seeing now…the grassy green lizard was trembling, teary-eyed, looking distraught. And that bought Geddon’s mood to a rapid turnaround.

“I…I’m…I’m sorry…I…” Trico’s voice was shaky, like he was about to break into sobs at any moment - which was pretty accurate to how he was feeling. He didn’t even know WHY he felt that way…he’d never been that emotional, certainly hadn’t expected it to come surging out. But…somehow, he knew he had done something wrong to Geddon, even if he wasn’t sure what, and he hadn’t even been trying to bother him, tease him, poke at him…and this time it didn’t feel anywhere near good. “I wasn’t…I thought…I just wanted to…p-please don’t leave m-me…”

It didn’t matter what they did, even if they had somewhat earned it…Geddon NEVER wanted to make anyone feel awful. All it did was make HIM feel awful. And while he still didn’t know what was going on, he was starting to get the feeling that this WASN’T some plot…Trico never got the way about anything like that. Sniffing and sighing a bit, he stepped forward and knelt down, pulling Trico upright and into a hug…and from there, the Grovyle’s tears truly started to flow, as he clutched onto Geddon desperately, blubbering out apologies. “I’m sorry, Trico…I shouldn’t have roared at you like that. I let my temper get the better of me, and…even if you were partly the cause of that…lashing out at you wasn’t the right way to deal with that…we…we need to talk about what’s going on, though. Because this is…starting to be a problem.”

Trico nodded, only half-picking up on it consciously, but deep down he knew that anything that was a problem between him and Geddon needed to be fixed immediately…he couldn’t bear the thought of making him angry like that again, or making him think he was unwanted. But until the tears and sobs stopped, he wasn’t going to be much good at saying anything…

———

A trip to the pond where Geddon had first shown Trico the wonders of being ravaged in his sensitive slit was enough time for the tears to dry and the emotions to cool off. Now Geddon and Trico were sitting by a tree, looking somewhat weary emotionally, but Geddon wasn’t going to allow things to get back to their usual without addressing things…if they were a bit tired now, that might just have helped things.

“Okay, Trico…talk to me. I need to understand why you’re doing what you’re doing.”

“…” Trico was reluctant to say anything still, because he still didn’t know what it was that had bothered Geddon so much…he didn’t want to say the wrong thing and upset the Charmeleon. But, there wasn’t a lot of choice in the matter, trying to stay silent would probably upset him too. “I…I wasn’t…trying to do anything. I just…I wanted to…I wanted to tell them what a great guy you were, that’s all…”

Geddon blinked a bit. “Why? I mean…not that I, uh, mind you thinking…well of me, of course. But…why would you feel the need to push that on someone, rather than them just, you know, talking to me? I mean, if I’m that great a guy, won’t they see that for themselves?”

“I mean…some of them didn’t, before…”

“If you’re talking about the thing with females, that wasn’t that…I mean, I had plenty of females think highly of me, they just didn’t want to have sex with me. Different things…and that’s another thing, just because I’m talking with them doesn’t meant I think it’s going to lead to sex. Even I’m not ALWAYS looking for that, and even if I’d be good with it, it’s not always something I’m actively trying to make happen.”

Trico nodded hesitantly. “But, I mean…they really SHOULD want it, you’re incredible…”

“That, uh, doesn’t mean anything…” What a weird statement to make, though. “And that’s a matter of opinion, even if I do try my best. Why are you so fixated on sex with me, anyway? It’s not a requirement that everyone knows how active I am…I mean, you know most people already know I’m fairly prolific. And you coming in and trying to force it doesn’t make them more inclined to put out…kind of the opposite, it pushes them away.”

“What? That doesn’t make sense! Why wouldn’t they want to do more with you when hearing how good it is? You’re incredible, I wouldn’t ever turn you down!”

Geddon was getting steadily more confused. And that’s even weirder…especially given that…he’s never actually ASKED me. He badgers me until I put him in his place, but…wait…wait a second… “You wouldn’t turn me down? But you don’t…actually ask me, do you?”

“I mean…I…it’s hard to approach you, you have so many people who want you…”

“And yet, you’re trying to talk me up to get more people wanting me? That doesn’t make sense, Trico. It sounds like you’d be getting away from what you wanted that way…”

Trico blinked. “But…but I want you to…be happy and enjoy yourself…”

“And you think that doing something I specifically asked you not to do was making me happy?”

“Well…uh…” Trico trailed off, trying to scramble for it in his head. What Geddon was pointing out wasn’t making much sense, really, now that he thought about it…it seemed to be contradicting himself. But why else would he have been doing it? It couldn’t have been trying to get Geddon for himself, because…because…oh…oh no…

Geddon seemed to be picking up on something, even though Trico hadn’t said anything specifically. “Trico…what were you really trying to do? Why were you trying to push them away from me?”

“I…I wasn’t…I mean…I…”

“I know you were. I know you know you were. Even if you told yourself that wasn’t the reason. But you weren’t trying to do it as a prank or because you wanted me to suffer…you wouldn’t have reacted like that when I lost my cool if you had been. But that leaves me confused as to WHY…I can’t think of a reason that you would do that. But I think you probably know the reason, I don’t think you would have done it just for the sake of doing it.”

Trico clenched his snout in his hands. “I…I don’t wanna make you angry…”

Geddon sighed slightly. “I’m…I’ll try not to be angry, depending on what I hear, hopefully it can’t be bad enough that it would rile me up now. I think knowing would make me less upset than not knowing.”

The Grovyle still didn’t want to say it, but how could he refuse now? “I…I think…I think it…was because I…I was trying to…get your attention…so you’d, uhm…f-fuck me again…”

Geddon cocked his head. “…You were…jealous of them?”

“…Yes…”

“…Why? I mean…it’s not like I don’t, uh…give you time…somehow you want more time? But you won’t ask me? I mean, if you really wanted me to screw you more, you could have told me, I thought it was just something you enjoyed dragging out of me.”

“I, uh…I mean…I, I do, I…I just…I don’t know…”

Geddon shook his head. “I don’t, either…but you have to not be jealous of others getting my attention, Trico. I mean, you know how I am, I don’t just…stick to a small circle, or just one. I enjoy spreading the love, such as it is. It doesn’t mean I’m ignoring you or won’t do anything with you, just as it doesn’t mean I ignore anyone else around here either. The best way to get the right kind of attention, though, is just…ask me.”

Trico nodded. “I…guess you’re right…I just…I don’t know…when I saw people talking to you, I just…I couldn’t stop thinking about how…much I wanted you. I guess I let that, uhm…affect me more than I should have…I can’t get you off my mind lately, I just…I keep wanting more…no one else makes me feel the way you do. I know it’s weird, I…I don’t really understand it myself…”

“Huh.” Geddon wasn’t really sure what to say to that - then again, that probably wasn’t that surprising, given how bizarre this whole situation was. “Well, do you think you can try to take a better approach to this? Be less, uh, possessive, and approach me more with what you want instead of trying to keep others away from me?”

The Grovyle bowed his head. “I’ll try…I’m sorry I bothered you, Geddon. I…I don’t know why I’m feeling this way lately…”

“Well, at least it wasn’t malicious…I would’ve had a lot more of a problem with it if you’d been trying to make my life miserable.” Geddon put an arm around Trico and pulled him close, making the grassy lizard flush at the heated contact. “But I’m happy to try to help you work this out of your system.” Of course, that was to his own benefit too - Trico not causing problems, intentionally or unintentionally, could only work out in his favor.

“Does that mean I’ll get to feel your heat again?”

“…You’re seriously horny after all that?”

“I can’t help it, that’s what you do to me!” Trico started rubbing at Geddon’s slit, leaning into him more and nuzzling him a bit, stoking those fires with ruthless efficiency - Trico knew how to rile him up in EVERY way, even if he hadn’t been there until the Grovyle started in on him. “Besides, if part of the problem is that I want too much and I should be asking…”

Geddon rolled his eyes, but he HAD sort of invited that. “Yeah, yeah…fine, but only if you promise to rein in the pushiness with others and work on being more, uh, healthy with your approach to me. Don’t make me use this as a weapon against you, okay? Neither of us would like that.”

“I know. I will.” Trico said it in a way that left the last sentiment unspoken: Now come on let’s fuck already. The prospect of getting what he was seeking was overriding the weight of his prior emotions, leaving him focused on that above anything else. Why he was so intent on getting it lately was beyond him, but it felt like he couldn’t think about anything else once that prospect was there.

“…Right, fine.” Geddon wasn’t sure how much he liked the quick and almost dismissive response, but he could address that later if he had to, he supposed. “You want the usual treatment, then?”

“Ah…y-you can start with my slit this time.”

“Really? You think that’ll work? Don’t I need to, uh, wear you out first?”

Trico flushed a bit. “I’ve been practicing a bit…to be able to keep it inside from the start. I mean, I don’t, uh, mind you going overboard on it and wearing it down, but…uhm…I really like the slit pounding and I wanted to get to that right away…”

“Practicing…huh. Well, okay, then…” Geddon didn’t realize that Trico would have been doing something like that…that seemed unusual to him. But he supposed it wasn’t a big deal, and he DID like pounding that part of Trico...he could go another way afterwards. And maybe it would help Trico not be completely zonked afterwards. So he rolled over the Grovyle, letting his cock evert as he drew in the scent of the amorous grass lizard…that, he couldn’t deny, got him going pretty quickly, and had been doing so more and more since they started fucking around. “Are you rubbing something on you to make your scent so good?”

“N-no, not at all, but I’m glad you like it.” Trico blushed a bit…what WAS with him lately, he felt so weirdly giddy and hazy, especially when it came to Geddon. He laid back, spreading his legs, his open slit on offer to the Charmeleon. “I like your scent a lot, too…especially when you leave so much of it inside me…”

“I’ll make sure you’re drooling it all the way back to your den, then.” Geddon’s fiery poker pressed up against that slit, pushing teasingly up against it as Trico murred and pushed up against him. “Let’s get that need of yours taken care of, get you to relax a bit.”

“Ah…I’m all yours, Geddon.”

With permission granted, Geddon thrust in, not showing terribly much restraint as he hilted into that tight slit, getting a forceful squeal out of Trico. Despite that, it wasn’t nearly as rough as he usually was…usually Trico riled him up to the point of needing to really blow off some steam, and he absolutely ravaged that slit with all the force he could muster. He didn’t feel quite that intense this time, so while he was giving it plenty of energy, he was certainly not getting to that Raging Fury point. It almost felt weird to be fucking Trico this way, but it was still a tight, pleasurable squeeze around his cock, and that was good enough for him.

In and out, back and forth, that blazing staff pounded its way into Trico, searing his slitflesh in that most sensational way. Even if it wasn’t Geddon’s hardest, it barely felt any less furious on his end - his brain very easily got overwhelmed by these sensations, and clearly even a lighter ride wasn’t light enough to keep things from getting backed up. He clung to Geddon, bucking his hips up to bury that hot rod even deeper inside him, wanting it to touch every part of him that it possibly could. That steamy precum was already leaving its furious burn on his deepest parts, making him see stars from the furious flare. Before he know it, he was at that peak, his climax hitting hard and making him thrash underneath Geddon as he reveled in the resonant bliss.

And all of it without any interference…he’d been wanting this for so long, to not have his cock in the way of getting his slit roasted from the very start. Keeping it stuck inside had felt like an impossibility at first, but the more he got torched by Geddon, the easier it had become. Only recently had he managed to keep it from everting at all, and he was loving the rewards of that. It was odd, with the surge of heat that was pulsing through him, he could barely feel it at all anymore, it was like the pleasure was suffusing more through his slit than anything…but what a pleasure that was, making him cry out rapturously with barely any time to take a breath. He couldn’t form the words, but every part of his body was screaming for more.

Geddon, of course, wanted to provide - he might not have heard anything, but that scent was spurring him on. More enticing than ever, more compelling than ever, something about it was really getting him revved up today. Was he just not paying attention before? Maybe, he didn’t know, and at the moment he didn’t care, he could ask those questions later. His claws pressed into Trico more, pinning him harder, and he dug his toes into the dirt to start ramming in more forcefully. His cock was already starting to throb, he was going to lose it a lot faster this time…well, he usually was on round two when he got to the good stuff, so maybe that made sense. But he was going to make sure Trico was in the throes of ecstasy as long as he could before he was done.

Trico already was there, already his vision was blurry and tinged with white, his voice cracking from how high and loud he was wailing out his ecstasy. His fingers clawed against those fiery scales, desperate for purchase, divorced from his addled mind. There was a deep tension inside his body, though, one that was almost pleading for Geddon’s seed, to be filled with that liquid fire and to be a host for that lava once again. He couldn’t help but imagine Geddon breeding him right that second, maybe that was why he wanted it so much, it was almost a desperate fantasy and had his head spinning completely along with that divine delight…

A load roar by Geddon heralded his limit, and he slammed in and unloaded, jetting scalding lava deep into the Grovyle’s insides. Trico squealed again, louder than ever despite the lack of air, that surge of heat flaring the pleasure even further…and then, without warning, that tension within him snapped, the heat spreading fiercely through him, making him shiver. That pumping seed pushed into areas that felt impossible to touch, and it felt SO good, he didn’t totally understand it but that mattered less than the fact that he WANTED it. He clung to Geddon as he writhed underneath the Charmeleon, clenching down in him and milking him of every drop of that wonderful heat, his head lost in a twisted delirium but still conscious, just as he would have hoped.

And somehow, it wasn’t enough. Not this time. This time…Trico felt different. His body was almost shuddering despite the radiant heat through him. He felt odd, somehow, he wasn’t quite sure…or maybe he did, as he felt that hot poker spearing into him, feeling just the slightest bit different now. There was a fuzz in his head, something he didn’t totally get, but instinct was telling him what to do. “G…geddon…a-again…please…”

“Again, already? Jeez, don’t you wanna let the moment sit a bit?” Geddon chuckled.

“Ah, I…I need it…please…”

“Tch, insatiable. Taking that heatslut thing all the way to the limit, I guess…well, fine, I suppose I can pull another round outta me.” Geddon certainly wasn’t seriously complaining, he usually got off twice with the Grovyle anyway, the first usually being necessary to get to the real prize. It was just the way Trico seemed so NEEDY for it this time…well, he could tease the Grovyle about it later. He pulled himself almost all the way out, and then began working that slit over again, glad that being a Fire-type meant a quick recharge time. He growled a bit as he enjoyed the feeling of Trico’s body squeezing and rocking…he felt looser this time, that first round had to have really primed him, making Geddon feel a bit of thrill as he was going to take full advantage of it.

He had no idea how much Trico had REALLY loosened up…but Trico did. Not entirely knowing why, but he could feel it…there was more space because there was nothing in the way anymore. No obtrusive dick getting in the way of Geddon’s searing of his flesh, instead he was much more open…perhaps all the way open. And…none of that bothered him. He wanted something from Geddon, and he was getting it, more than ever…all that mattered was squeezing down on that cock and encouraging it to breed him.

His arms pulled himself closer to Geddon, and the Charmeleon cooperated by slipping his own arms in under Trico, holding him tighter and rutting him with shorter but more powerful thrusts, still using those powerful legs to drive himself in with his toes braced in the dirt, not pulling out as far but spearing in as deep as he could get, which felt deeper than ever. The Charmeleon’s nose drew in the scent of that Grovyle, growling as it graced his nose…different still from how they’d started, he wasn’t sure how, but there was something in him that really liked it, much as it liked the different feel, it felt like he could go deeper without as much resistance as before…whatever trick this was that Trico had figured out, he was definitely approving.

Trico clung to that torrid body, now mostly on automatic, squeezing tight on that cock as it drooled lava-like precum into him, branding parts of him that were foreign but becoming ever more embedded in his brain. The fantasies that had been burgeoning in his brain were coming to life right then, flooding him with visions of what he was getting…his voice somehow found itself, though only to croon out a mindless plea, “Yessss…f-fuck me, Geddon, breed me…”

“Hrf, kinky lizard, getting more into it than ever,” Geddon growled back, ignorant of any idea that it was more than just play. “I’m gonna flood you so full you’ll think you were getting an egg planted in you.” Furiously he hammered in, giving it everything he had as the heat surged in his body. The rush was really getting to him, maybe he was into that sorta kink as well, the way it elicited such an excitement in his body and mind, making him wrap tighter around Trico and ravish the Grovyle for all he could.

Trico had been clinging to sensibility by a thread, and suddenly that thread was viciously snapped like a Machoke had tugged on it, as an orgasm ripped through him like never before. He squealed out again as his body spasmed around that blazing shaft, feeling it pound so deep inside him, raging pleasure rocking through him, sweet-smelling nectar gushing out around Geddon’s dick as it pillaged Trico’s fertile depths. He descended rapidly into mindless slutdom, insensible to everything but the raw sensations and the unhinged desire he slurred out. “Yesss…m-more, Geddon, fill me, knock me up, make me yours!”

It took no more than a couple more thrusts for Geddon to fulfill that desire, a less vocal but more imposing roar racing from his muzzle as he drove in deep and unloaded another eruption of thick, virile spunk deep inside the grassy lizard. Somehow this one felt better than the first, each pump gushing in nice and deep and flooding Trico with even more heat, finally putting the lizard’s mind to bed with an overload of pleasure that sent him into unconsciousness. Out like a light, and loving every second of the descent into insensibility. Geddon could feel Trico going limp and held him tight so that he could ensure he stayed deep inside him, letting out every jet of spunk he could into those tight depths, enjoying the spasms and twitches as the Grovyle’s unconscious body nonetheless fed those natural desires to the fullest, milking him of every drop that it could.

Geddon was wiped out from that one, and feeling it as he came down from that climactic rush. It felt like he’d jetted every drop of jizz his balls could produce with this one, like he really was trying to plant an egg in the Grovyle. He would’ve asked Trico if he felt like he was getting one, but of course Trico was gone, his mouth hanging open and tongue lolled out as he was like a rag doll in the Charmeleon’s arms. He’d lasted the first round, at least…then Geddon’s mind paused. Something…wasn’t right. He should have been feeling something more inside of Trico, he should have been bumping up against the Grovyle’s dick somewhere in there, even if it was trapped deep within. In the excitement of their coupling, he’d just assumed that it was another trick Trico had picked up on, but no trick could pull him FURTHER in…but he couldn’t feel anything in there now, even when he was trying. It felt like there was nothing in there at all…

That was when it was starting to sink in for Geddon. The different feel, the different scent, the absence of any obstructions getting as deep as he wanted…even as absurd as it seemed to think, there was only one thing it could mean.

Oh, fuck…I really DID knock him up.

———

A couple days later found Geddon stepping into his den, his nose being greeted by the now-familiar scent of Trico. The Grovyle was laying on the bed in there, cuddling up against the egg that he’d laid the previous day - the result of that unexpectedly productive romp that they’d had. He hadn’t really known what else to do except bring Trico to his place while he tried to figure out what had happened and what to do about it…and at this point, he had enough of an idea to expect that he would probably want to get used to this arrangement.

“Hi, Geddon.” Trico sounded a touch fuck-drunk still, though this too might have been something he wanted to get used to. The Grovyle seemed to be back to himself physically, but Geddon knew that probably wasn’t the case…his form was fluid now, he’d experimented and found he could shift his nethers between seeder and breeder, as well as a sort of in-between where he had a male slit but no dick - and he seemed very partial to that layout. “How was everything?”

“Everything was…fine, I guess? I spent some time with that Gothorita, Kiyela…I think she helped me figure a few things out. I said that you should go over and apologize, but she said she’s already forgiven you…she, uh, kind of had an idea what was going on already.”

“Did you make up for my, um, interruption?”

“That wasn’t exactly why I was going over there…” Geddon looked away a bit, flushing. “That said…uh, yeah, we did.”

Trico giggled. “I knew you would! Handsome stud, can’t imagine who could resist you.”

“You’d be surprised.” The Charmeleon stepped over to the bed and sat down next to Trico. “How are you feeling?”

“Hm? Fine? I mean, I feel better than I have in a while…since I started getting, uhm, obsessed with you. It’s, uh, a bit different, I still feel…really attached, but less, uh, jealous, I guess? It doesn’t bother me thinking about you with others, because I just…feel like I’ll be getting my time with you, or something like that.”

“Hm. Well, that’s about…what I thought I might hear. So, Kiyela explained a couple things to me…uh, you know how our kinds have kind of a tilt towards masc forms? Well, sometimes our bodies, uh, they can…be triggered to turn into breeders, so that we keep the populations going without trouble, since too much of an imbalance can be…you know, not a good thing. It’s, uh, apparently something that can happen kind of a lot of ways, but one thing that can trigger it is, uh, slitfucking…but it doesn’t necessarily, it only does under the right circumstances, though I don’t really know what that is…”

“Ooh…is that so? So you fucked me into being your breeding bitch, hm?”

“Well, I mean…” Geddon’s face steamed a little bit. “Mayyyyyybe…though, I mean, that wasn’t something I knew I was doing…but, uh, apparently that was kind of what was going on the whole time. I was triggering changes in you, without realizing it…your body was reacting to mine, trying to make you into a breeder for me. And that was why you were getting, uh, obsessed with me…your body was craving more of that trigger to keep the changes going. And…well, now that it’s complete, you’re kind of…claimed. I turned you and bred you, and that’s a pretty fierce effect…on both of us, I guess.”

“Aw, you’re sweet on me now?” Trico gave Geddon’s snout a lick, trilling a bit at the spicy taste. “You’re my master and I’m your eager rut-bitch?”

“Well, I guess I kind of knew on some level…the first thing I did once I’d knocked you up is took you home with me. I guess subconsciously I knew I’d claimed you and was trying to protect you and my egg. So…I guess that means we’re kind of mates now, or something. Although I guess, uh, you described the…dynamic a lot more appropriately.”

“And I wouldn’t want it any other way.” The Grovyle snuggled up against Geddon, holding tight to him. “I feel happier like this than I ever felt…and I’m gonna love raising our kid together, too.”

“I guess I’m getting used to the idea of that as well,” admitted Geddon. “Even if it was the last thing I would’ve expected. I guess we’ll have to think about how to work things out from there, too, between us, knowing that there is that bit of, uh, imbalance there…”

“Oh, what is there to work out? I don’t think too much has to change…I already know the best ways to rile you up just right, you already can rut my lights out, and when you feel like getting on with someone else, all you have to do is hand me off to the nearest mon to fuck your slavering whore lizard into complacency…”

“Er…I mean, uh…I don’t…r-really want to treat you like a, uh, a pet all the time…”

“But you do some of the time,” giggled Trico, poking a bit at Geddon’s slit as it puffed up a bit. “Don’t worry, I’ll be sure to let you do some of the romantic sappy shit I know you want to do, too…but don’t be afraid to let yourself go, either. I love your fire, I feel a thrill at submitting to you, and I’ve been fantasizing about being yours for weeks already…and I know you like being the spicy dom, too.”

“Hrrr…maybe I do, yeah…” Geddon wrapped his arm tight around Trico, then pushed the egg to the side a bit as he leaned into the Grovyle and pushed him onto his back on the bed, grinning down at him with that devilish expression. “And if you’re gonna stoke my flames, I’m gonna have to let off some of that steam, aren’t I?”

“Ohhh…my slit is ready, master…” Trico felt his heart quicken as Geddon asserted himself, lust overtaking him. Maybe he hadn’t realized how true it was that Geddon had truly claimed him as his when he’d first exacted his ‘revenge,’ but now it had truly come to fruition, and he never realized how much more desirable that was than what he’d been doing before. Truly a good substitution, and their future would give him so much more to care about and so much more to think about…

But he was still totally going to teach his kid how to drive Geddon absolutely nuts.