A/N: Inspired by the "Pokemon Confessions" series by Tush. "Sienta" is the name of the OC region these "Anon" stories will take place.
Everyone's relationships with their Pokemon are different. Some see them as tools to be used. Some see them as dumb animals, seeing them as pets. Most Pokemon trainers, once they bond and see how smart they are, come to see them as friends, even companions. Then there are those who take things a step further, who realize that the strongest bonds are those between lovers and soulmates.
I'm definitely in the last category.
It didn't start out that way, of course. Like most other trainers in my region, I got my first Pokemon when I started my journey at age ten. When I got a Charmander, I was so happy. I'd begged my parents for one for weeks and weeks - the Charizard line was my favorite, same with everyone else in my class. What I hadn't expected was that they'd get me a female out of concern for me: they read some silly articles that said females are generally easier to train and better for beginners and starter Pokemon. Anyone who's ever worked with female-only Pokemon know how stupid those articles are, and how each Pokemon has their own temperament and personality. Still, I had no complaints, and together we started travelling the roads of our region, Sienta.
I named her Pele, after the ancient goddess of volcanoes and fire. She was a feisty little lizard (at least in battle), unafraid to take on any wild or trained Pokemon that crossed our paths. She was so good, in fact, that I rarely had to give her any instructions. She'd blast enemies with Flamethrower, cut them down with Slash, and as they lay beaten before her, she'd turn to me with a happy smile, eagerly awaiting my approval. Outside of battle, however, she was completely different. She loved to cuddle up with me as we slept, would avoid going into her Pokeball whenever possible, and just seemed... well, really affectionate. I returned those affections as best I could, treating her more as a best friend than a pet.
By the time she became a Charmeleon, we'd been doing the Gym and Tournament scene for three or four years. Pokemon can enter sexual maturity at their starter stage if they're old enough, evolving is often when they enter puberty and start becoming more... adultlike. Fourteen was also the age where I started developing interests of my own. Interests that I didn't fully understand, and certainly didn't want to admit to anyone. How do I tell my fellow trainers that I think my partner's beautiful when she wakes up in the morning? Who do I ask to know how Human-Pokemon relationships work romantically or sexually? Was I a freak for wanting to make my partner my girlfriend?
If Pele knew about any of my concerns, she gave no indication. If anything, as time went on, she became bolder and more loving. She would hug and cuddle me all the time, her flaming tail often brushing against my legs (sometimes catching my pants on fire, often at the worst possible times). I made the mistake of kissing her head as a Charmander whenever we fought or caught a wild Pokemon, and afterward it became her reward for winning battles. As a Charmeleon, those platonic pecks became real kisses. I was at least able to make her understand why I didn't want to do that right after a battle, though she became insistent that she had her makeout session as soon as we set up camp. For what it's worth, we ended up getting a lot of practice in, and I like to think we became very good kissers that way.
Oddly enough, I almost liked losing with Pele as much as I did winning. She took each loss personally, but didn't throw tantrums or grudges. Instead, she'd wait until we went back to camp, and after I tended to her wounds, she'd hold onto me and cry. She'd whine and whimper, fighting back sobs, as if losing was somehow a betrayal or failure, and she was begging my forgiveness for a great dishonor. I would hug her tight, rubbing her back, whispering that everything was alright and that I'd love her, no matter what. When we kissed, it wasn't deep and passionate, but gentle and loving. Sometimes we'd fall asleep like that, sharing the warmth during those cold Sienta nights. Nights like that convinced me, more than anything else, that I really did love her, and regardless of how others might see us, I was more than happy to have her as my girlfriend and lover.
By the time Pele became a Charizard, I was 18, and we'd established ourselves on the local battling scene. Having to learn how to fly and fight in the air is no small thing, but Pele took to it like a Staryu to water. Not only could she perform aerial duels with the best Flying-types, but she did so beautifully, spinning around and dodging like an avenging angel. I've thought about entering her into pageants, but considering her competitive nature and short-fuse... Yeah, I doubt it'd turn out well. But as we trained together in preparation for the annual tournament, I realized two things:
1) We were both adults now, which means we could legally do as we wished, and,
2) Human-Pokemon relations among trainers and their partners was much more common than I thought, just being kind of an "open-secret".
I spoke with some of the other trainers, guys and gals I'd befriended over the years. They explained to me that, while frowned upon, Human-Pokemon sexuality hadn't been a crime in Sienta in decades, and pretty common behind closed doors. One of them joked that it was semi-legal to marry and start a family, if you were a Breeder. The stories they shared with me about their own bonds with their partners weren't too different from mine, and they encouraged me to follow up on our instincts and desires.
"Just make sure you have Burn medicine around, kid," They warned me, "Fire-types can get a little 'hot and heavy' their first time."
With that in mind, I made my decision. The day before the tournament began, Pele and I had just wrapped up an afternoon of intense training, as we went back to our rooms. She hadn't hurt herself, but even as she pretended to be fine, I knew her well-enough to recognize how tired and sore it was. Fortunately, I'd prepared for this. As we entered our bedroom, I told her to lay on the bed. People sometimes forget that Charizards aren't all that big, and at 5'5 (rather tall for her breed), she was nearly a foot shorter than me. Even with her wings and tail hanging off, most beds are big enough for the two of us to cuddle and spoon together, and this one was no exception.
She stretched herself out over the bed, wings extended, tail dangling over the edge away from the flame-resistant sheets. I looked her up and down as I stepped closer. Her scales were a bright, healthy orange with a clean yellow underbelly. Her hips were wide, her thighs and tail nice and thick with muscle (and just enough jiggle to attract my eyes whenever she walked ahead of me). Her body was marked with light scratches and scars, gained from years of intense battling. One might think that their hide is hard and scaly, but as I straddled her back and started rubbing her shoulders, her skin was smooth and soft, like supple leather.
Pele sighed happily as I rubbed my thumbs deep between her shoulder blades and wings, working the deep, sore muscles. She lifted her wings up, offering them to me and my magical fingers. I smiled and took them, gently caressing and rubbing the long bones and the stretched, blue membranes of her wings.
Have you ever heard a Charizard purr? It's a deep, rumbling sound that you can feel in your bones, that vibrates your hands as you touch them. It's a very special sound: For a powerful Pokemon to let themselves be in such a vulnerable position, to be so happy and content as to purr, is a sign that they have absolute love and trust in you. It's enough to warm even the coldest heart. It's also enough to make your dick hard, especially when you feel those vibrations against your crotch.
Having worked out with her, I was just in a pair of mesh shorts and undies. Pele knew just as well as I did the effect she had, feeling my growing erection poke rub against her backside. As I started sliding to her lower body, she wiggled her booty and tail beneath me, rubbing against my crotch and inner thighs.
"Feeling frisky, are we?" I teased. Pele looked back up at me, smiling mischievously as her flaming tail wagged behind me. I smiled back. "I think I'm feeling a little frisky, too. You want to take this to the next level?"
My Charizard didn't know how to speak (though I've heard of other trainers who've taught theirs to do so), but the sudden gleam in her eyes and the quiver in her lip told me just how much she wanted this, and how much she loved me at that moment. She nodded eagerly, her tail flame glowing brighter with anticipation.
I slid off the bed, quickly working my way out of my shorts and undies. My chub stood at half-mast, awake and awaiting further attention. I went over to the nightstand, opening the top drawer and pulling out some much-needed supplies. I'd been preparing, buying up all the goods I'd need for days. There was a can of Burn Spray, a must for Fire-type trainers (for obvious reasons). There was also a vial of water-based lube, a special brand I had to get from a friend of a friend, also meant for Fire-types. There was a box of condoms, too, but I wasn't going to using one that night.
Pele watched me, eager and hungry, as I splashed the lube on my hands. Going back to the bed, my Charizard smiled seductively, raising her tail to reveal her glistening yellow slit. With one hand I held up the base of her tail, while I reached down to her crotch with the other. Her pussy was warm to my touch, almost hot, as I trailed her sensitive lips with my middle finger. I rubbed her tail and slit in time, thin ropes of Charizard sauce sticking to my hand. Pele whined approvingly, shoving her rear against my hand.
"You like this, huh?" I smirked, pressing my finger against her clitoris. "You want more?" She growled needily, spitting out a quick flame as if to say, Please, hurry up already.
"Anything for my special girl," I agreed, "Let's go for two." I shoved my middle and ring finger into snatch. It felt hot and moist and sticky, as her inner muscles grasped and squeezed against my digits. Pele whined her approval and delight, her claws digging into the bed. We started moving in sync, her rear pushing against my hand with each thrust of my fingers and every stroke of her tail. The flame behind me grew bigger and brighter, making me feel warmer without burning my bare back. Gotta love Fire-type abilities, somehow being on fire without burning those they love.
After awhile, Pele's growls and whines became more and more needy, as penis throbbed and ached with need. We were both ready. My Charizard protested as I pulled my hands away, but licked her lips eagerly as she saw me spread some of that wonderful lube onto my cock. Her tail raised as high as it could, until it was almost vertical. Her slit stretched and opened, clenching once to show her eagerness. Not needing to say any more, I scooted forward, pressing my shaft against her opening.
I was worried I'd have to get a little forceful and shove my way in, but between the lube and her own eagerness, it didn't take much for me to slip inside her. I groaned, both at her tightness and at the warmth enveloping my cock. Pele gave a sweet, delighted whine, her claws digging into the mattress. I pressed on, slowly and carefully, sliding all the way in until I felt my balls press against her snatch.
"You doing good, baby?" I asked, wiping the sweat from my brow. Already, my body was getting slick with perspiration, the heat she was generating turning this room into a sauna. Pele moaned lustfully, nodding emphatically to keep going. With consent confirmed, I grabbed her tail like a body pillow, and started thrusting into her at a good, solid pace.
The feeling was incredible. Charizards feel hot, of course, and her pussy was even hotter. But between the lube and our bond we shared, I wasn't getting a burnt dick. Instead, it felt like I was being wrapped up in a familiar blanket fresh out of the dryer, my dick sliding in and out of warm velvet. My chest slid against her tail like it was another body, holding me steady. My balls slapped against her crotch with a WAP-WAP-WAP!, joining the musical chorus of my grunts and her lustful moans. My fingers dug into her leathery-yet-supple thighs, feeling her body shake and her muscles quiver with pleasure and anticipation.
Pele's cries started getting higher and higher, as I felt her vagina squeeze me more and more. She was getting close, and so was I. Knowing this, I gave her booty a slap and went into overdrive with my pumps. My Charizard gave a deep, gurgling cry, and her inner muscles clamped down on me like a vice. My world collapsed to just the two of us, and in a moment of true unity, we came together. I growled my pleasure out as I filled her womb with semen, mixing with liquid arousal almost hot enough to scald. I held onto her tail, holding onto it like a life preserver in the midst of an orgasmic storm. Her wings were fully extended, triumphantly riding the updraft of our love.
We were connected like that for a blissful eternity, twenty seconds that lasted forever. When the heat finally started getting to me, I released her tail, pulling out to observe my work. Cum oozed out of her cooch, sizzling and steaming. Her tail flopped down behind me, the flame dimming down to normal levels. I laid down next to her, and we rested together, panting and staring into each other's eyes. Pele extended a wing and arm, pulling me close and wrapping me up in an embrace. I returned the gesture, bringing her in and kissing her long and deep. Our tongues wrestled, our arms exploring each other's bodies, as we savored the afterglow and our newfound intimacy. She purred and nuzzled me, rubbing as much of herself against me, trying to share as much of our scents as we could.
"I love you too, baby." I whispered, kissing her forehead. Together, we fell asleep in each other's arms, looking forward to what tonight and tomorrow had in store...