The Real Story of Typhlosion and Tyranitar

Obviously I don't own pokemon. This is rated M for some sex scenes that I hope it is not the reason you are reading this. This is my first story. As a die hard writer I do my best to describe everything to you the best as I can. I got this story when I stumbled upon a website that shows typhlosion and tyranitar having sex. A spark went in my head. I thought of two questions. One, how did they get there, and two, what happened after that. The spark ignited and this story was burned, so to speak. Please comment or give me ideas when you're done reading. There are four parts to this. I'm going to add them as fast as I can. Note that all pokemon speak English unless they are within the presence of a human. Enjoy!!!!!!!

Part One: the spray

Chapter One: resistance

Blaze is a typhlosion. He is tall, black on his back and yellow fur on the front. A ring of fire appears on his neck constantly unless he gets wet or cold. He is considered very attractive by many pokemon. But Blaze is different. He is one of the only ones who actually questions his own instincts. This is almost unheard of. But the most thing he questions the most is his sexual instincts. And one day he finally cracks.

"Come on Blaze," said Hera his beautifully young typhlosion girlfriend. "Have sex with me."

Blaze struggles to maintain his will. "I don't want to thought," he said with difficulty.

"Don't be silly," Hera said. Her womanhood was wet and pink from arousal.

Blaze cracked. He erected and went straight for it. He loved it and cursed himself for doing so. "Why?," he asked himself. "Why do we must have sex. I must go away. Maybe my instincts will disappear."

At the peak of his orgasm, Blaze let go his cum and Hera did too. They mixed together perfectly.

Blaze got off her. "What is the matter," Hera asked. "You seem troubled. Was t not good enough?"

"Nope, it was great," he said with a sigh.

"Then what's wrong?"

"I need to get away. I want to lose my sexual instincts forever."

Hera laughed. "That's funny Blaze. Great joke

"I'm not joking," Blaze said coldly wiping the smile off of Hera's face.

"That doesn't make sense," Hera said.

"To you maybe," Blaze said, "but not to me."

"When are you leaving?"

"Now."

"Will you come back?"

"Yes someday."

Blaze started to walk off. "Bye," he said.

"Bye," Hera said confused.

Demeter is a big beautiful female tyranitar. She was also different. She questioned her mating pattern. Every sing female tyranitar is forced to mate. The males are optional. Every so often a tyranitar, like Demeter, will somehow resist, but fail in the end. Mating season is only too months away and she's going to mate with Ares. Ares is OK, not perfect by all means, but OK. He is totally psyched about it. He can't wait.

"Only two more months," he said one day.

"Yeah," Demeter said unemotionally.

"Why aren't you happy?"

"I don't want to."

"You are the weirdest tyranitar ever," Ares said.

"I've been told that before."

"You have to."

"I know. It might just be baloney."

"Yeah, well a lot of things are baloney, but who cares?"

Demeter sighted. "I need to get out of here."

"We're outside," Ares observed.

"No," Demeter said, "I mean out of this are. Forever."

Ares snickered. "What's so funny," Demeter demanded.

"You going to die when mating season is over," Ares said.

"Am not," Demeter shot back.

"Sure you not,' Ares said chuckling.

"Bye," Demeter said stomping away.

"Where are you going?" Ares called out.

"Away."

"You were serious?" Ares said in disbelief.

"Yes."

"Don't go," Ares pleaded.

"Too late," she said and disappeared.