"Well…this wasn't supposed to happen." Ezra sighed, looking down at himself. Where his skin and clothes had been were different shades of green fur and-now oversized-clothes piled on the ground below him. Confused, he stepped out of his clothes, untangled his feet from his jeans as he surveyed his machine. Puffs of steam rose from where he had been standing and he puzzled deeply over it. What the hell had gone wrong? Massaging his temples with his new paw pads, he paced in a circle, grumbling and griping when suddenly it struck him.
He whirled around to look back at his clothes, an idea forming and he stumbled back over, not used to walking on these new legs.
Sifting through his clothes one at a time, he lifted his shirt first, flapping it around to see if anything had gotten caught in it before moving on to each individual item of clothing and doing the exact same thing. He was just starting to lose hope when he lifted a sock and shook it, and out popped a strange little sprig of grass and Ezra rolled his eyes.
"I fucking knew it." He muttered. There was a slight rumbling to the floor now, he felt it. And he looked around the garage, a little scared; what the hell was happening?
There was a loud chuffing noise from behind him and Ezra gasped, twisting around in a panic before he recognized who was there and his muscles untensed and his claws retracted. That was an odd feeling, he hadn't even felt them come out but he had felt them go back in.
His garchomp was staring-no, more like glaring-at him, and Ezra could feel it like a vice. He was in an aggressive stance, clearly noticing that he was where his trainer should be, and his trainer was nowhere to be found; his clothes suspiciously left on the ground. He opened his mouth to speak, trying to spur his vocal cords into action. Garchomp's intimidation was intense, all his attention was focused on Ezra, and he could see the gears working in his Garchomp's head, putting the math together himself as he straightened, turning to look at Ezra's machine before looking back at Ezra.
Ezra hazarded a glance down at himself, seeing himself as Garchomp now did-a floragato.
"Y-Yeah, it's just me Garchomp. Another experiment gone wrong." Ezra explained, now that Garchomp wasn't glowering at him like he was about to crunch through his skull, it was easier to do so.
"The other day when we battled that trainer and her floragato, some of the grass or whatever it used got into my clothes-probably when it used leaf storm." He continued, feeling a little less nervous but his heart still raced and his palms felt clammy.
If Garchomp didn't believe him it wouldn't take much to get rid of Ezra.
"What does that have to do with this contraption you made today?" Garchomp asked, taking Ezra by surprise. His voice was deep, husky even. Ezra had never even imagined what Garchomp would sound like when he spoke but this certainly wasn't an unpleasant surprise.
He felt relieved though, at least Garchomp believed him. It's not like it was everyday when Ezra would have some new invention blow up or not work properly.
"I was trying to make a machine that would make me be able to talk to pokemon. So I guess in a way, it isn't like it doesn't work?" Ezra cracked a small joke, but Garchomp didn't seem amused.
Ezra found himself distractedly looking at his pokemon more often than not now that he had appeared. He knew he was on the shorter side as a floragato now, his clothes had fallen off of him after all. But even in before Garchomp wasn't this much taller than him. If Ezra were to guess properly he was almost 3 feet tall when he knew Garchomp was just over 6 feet and as Ezra stood now, he was just barely under half as tall as the massive pokemon before him.
He shuddered, not entirely sure why that didn't terrify him in the slightest and almost seemed to do the…opposite. Shaking his head and freeing himself of that train of thought, he continued to explain since Garchomp was still looking at him as though he was contemplating eating him for dinner.
"The machine was supposed to scan me and to rewire me to be able to understand pokemon, but the leaf from the floragato we fought screwed with its scan and as a result…" Ezra leveled a flat look at the Garchomp as if to say 'You know what.'
With the explanation done, Ezra relaxed some more and so did Garchomp.
"So then you would be able to just…scan yourself again and be able to turn yourself back?" Garchomp asked, his tone inquisitive but it was laced with something else Ezra didn't recognize.
"Um, yes. Theoretically it should, I was actually just about to-" Ezra was cut off when a loud bang erupted from the machine and he saw Garchomp poised against it, his enormous arm having nearly cut the metal in two.
"What did you do that for?" Ezra asked incredulously, rushing over to the slightly smoking wreckage.
Garchomp just smirked down at him, crouching down to be eye level with Ezra.
"Because I like you this size. Being able to talk back to you also has its perks too, there's plenty of times I wanted to call you stupid but couldn't." He said, his smirk widening and Ezra realized he was just teasing him. This was…new. As far back as he remembered, since catching Garchomp as a Gabite, he had always seemed uninterested in Ezra, preferring his friends and being sweet with them but distant to Ezra. No matter how many times he would ask what he had done to offend Garchomp, he never got a reaction. It was part of the reason he had started to make this specific contraption in the first place.
"You…what? What do you mean you like me this size?" Ezra tripped over his words, his heart beating faster and he felt heat rising to his face. Garchomp just smirked down at him before straightening up and walking over to Ezra's bed, laying down on it and closing his eyes like he had been sleeping there all along.
Ezra grumbled something to himself, embarrassed beyond measure at the disappointment washing its way through him. He slapped his face gently, trying to make himself sane again. As a human he had…enjoyed himself some while thinking about Garchomp, enjoying how even when Ezra was a human Garchomp still was taller than him-no easy feat either since he had been 6 feet tall exactly.
He turned to the machine, praying it wasn't too much of a bother to fix now, and that the embarrassment and…arousal that had taken over him would fade if he wasn't looking at or paying Garchomp any mind. He centered himself with a deep breath and pushed any thought besides how to fix his machine out of his mind as he got to work picking up the mess and organizing it, analyzing how exactly he would manage this. On occasion he could feel the back of his neck prickle, knowing Garchomp was looking at or watching him, but when he turned to look his eyes were already closed again. Except for the occasional movement from him, adjusting how he was laying, or a huffing sigh, he didn't say a word again. So much for liking being able to talk to Ezra now.
Ezra worked in the silence, and even though nothing was happening the atmosphere somehow felt heavy, intense, and his heart wouldn't calm down. It wasn't even anxiety that made his heart rate faster, it was that somehow, something Garchomp had done had completely changed the entire mood of the room. It was charged, electric, Garchomp couldn't make a single move without Ezra being hyper aware of it without even looking, and it didn't help to ease the arousal he had felt earlier.
When he was working he often found his mind wandering back to that moment, when Garchomp made such a casual display of power, had established something between them that Ezra couldn't place, and had left it discarded there so Ezra could squirm under his watch. And he was watching now, not just making occasional glances, staring at Ezra as he worked. Wetness pooled at Ezra's core and he could smell his own musk. He knew with no small amount of embarrassment that if he could smell it, that Garchomp could as well. The longer the prickling sensation of Garchomp staring at him lasted, the more his heart raced. He didn't dare look behind him though. Not this time. Ezra wasn't sure what it was that made him so certain of this, but he felt that if he looked behind him now at Garchomp, something would happen. And Ezra wasn't sure he was prepared for that yet.
First the seconds seemed to take longer to pass, then the minutes crawled by even slower, and slowly Ezra felt the vibe of the room slow to a somewhat calm. Maybe it had been his own horniness that had done it. It was his own fault after all for remembering the times when even as a trainer he had gotten aroused by Garchomp and had to deal with himself someplace private, riddled with hot shame after he had finished. Yes, he could feel that Garchomp was no longer staring at him now, there was no familiar pricking sensation at the back of his neck, and as Ezra glanced behind him at Garchomp now, he confirmed just that. His eyes were once again closed.
Until his yellow eyes snapped open, staring at Ezra now with more intensity than before and Ezra froze, shuddering.
That same smirk lifted Garchomp's mouth again, revealing some of his sharp teeth and Ezra had to work hard not to become even more aroused than he was, guilt and shame twisted slightly in his gut. Was he really sexually attracted to his Garchomp? Did he really have to confront that fact when he had turned himself into a pokemon too?
"You know, it's generally considered one of two things when you let your musk permeate a room like this." Garchomp's growly voice stated, jolting Ezra slightly as Garchomp stood up, moving toward where Ezra knelt on the floor, towering above him. Which did absolutely nothing to minimize the arousal pulsing through Ezra.
"What are those two things then?" Ezra asked, feeling bolder than before as Garchomp crouched down in front of him, exuding confidence with every single movement he made that set Ezra's heart thundering and made his head spin.
"It either means you're rude, and inconsiderate, or…" He trailed off, clearly wanting Ezra to bite, to ask for the other meaning even though they both knew what it was.
"Or what?" Ezra whispered, his arousal multiplying more by the moment, blowing away his trepidations.
"Or it means you want to get ravaged. So, which is it, Ezra?" He positively purred, and Ezra wondered for a moment which of the two of them is really the feline.
Ezra's heart thundered in his chest, chills running up and down his spine and a flock of butterfree erupted in his abdomen. Fuck it, they had come this far, he wanted to go as far as he could.
"The second one." Ezra managed to say, and in an instant Garchomp had him on the bed a few feet back, making Ezra gasp as his heart refused to calm. The speed that Garchomp had moved was in no way helping the dizziness. With a yelp he felt something wet lick his pussy and pleasure started to erupt from his core. Garchomp was eating him out. Whimpers clawed their way out of Ezra's mouth as he gasped, his legs spreading automatically to give Garchomp better access and his stomach felt like an electroball was fizzing inside him.
"Fuck. I-I thought you didn't like me. Why-why are you so willing to do this?" Ezra stammered out, interrupted on occasion by his own noises as Garchomp paused to let out another laugh.
"You want me to answer? Really? When I'm eating your pussy?" And Ezra whimpered again.
"Good point." He conceded, and before he knew it Garchomp's powerful claws were separating his thighs more, keeping some pressure on them that just served to make Ezra even wetter. The casual display of dominance, the claiming of his body was already so much more than he ever could have dreamed of.
He continued to writhe and moan with every lick up his core, he noticed that Garchomp's tongue felt a bit…rougher. Similar to a cat's as it caught and stimulated his clit, making the experience that much more pleasurable.
He was lost in the sensation, the texture of Garchomp's tongue driving him wild, making his clit sensitive, making him moan louder and louder with each lick. Garchomp was relentless, eating him out with a fervor, switching between fucking him with his tongue and teasing his clit, making him see stars, making pleasure coil in the pit of his stomach, ready to explode is given the right amount of stimulation.
"Fuck. Fuck, you're going to make me cum already." Ezra whimpered out and in an instant all stimulation ceased, leaving Ezra gasping and writhing as he finally caught his breath. He leaned up, looking down at Garchomp who had an evil grin on his face, making Ezra flush deeply which he hoped his new floragato fur covered up.
"What'll it be then, Ezra, I make you finish until you're a limp mess, or I edge you until you're pleading with me to just fucking cum already?" He growled, offering Ezra a choice as though he were coherent enough to choose. The leftovers of his almost-orgasm rocked him as the high died down, leaving him starving for more. He shivered as he caught his breath, covering his face with his paws for a moment to try and distance himself for a moment from the intensity of the situation, but it didn't really help. At least he didn't have to look Garchomp in the eyes.
"I want you to edge me until I'm begging you to-'' He was cut off by his own moan, garchomp suddenly licking him again with more vigor that before and Ezra's paws reached down to clutch at the bedsheets, his claws shredding into it and his thighs tensing. His pussy clenching around nothing as that tongue and mouth licked and sucked on his clit.
Ezra bit his lip, trying desperately to focus on anything as his head swam, the pleasure so all consuming and demanding that it made his entire head go completely silent. There was nothing but ecstasy that continued and continued to build, Garchomp not going easy on him. His entire body tensed now, the electricity building in his crotch again at an even more rapid pace than before, pooling and lashing out, coiling and demanding an escape. But it seemed Garchomp somehow knew exactly when to stop because just when it was about to reach its sweet peak, to offer Ezra an even better high, it died down. Garchomp was once again moving away from him, leaving Ezra an even more out of breath mess, his pussy leaking down his thighs-from his own juices or Garchomp's saliva, he didn't know.
"Fuck. Garchomp what the fu-"
He was interrupted when Garchomp's mouth met his-it was much larger yet Garchomp didn't seem to care. In an instant Ezra's lips were parted, allowing Garchomp's tongue into his mouth. His tongue itself felt so large it was almost a cock, his maw so wide and large that it sent a shiver down his spine as Garchomp didn't kiss his mouth, he took it.
This was different somehow, from the teasing, the cockiness, the edging, this was something more desperate. More needy. One of Garchomps claws caressed Ezra's lower back, lifting him to press him flush with Garchomp and Ezra moaned when he realized that the way they were angled, his crotch just barely made it to Garchomp's abdomen. Fuck, he hadn't fully realized just how large their size difference was, but as Garchomp made out with him, it just made his pussy throb with need. He wanted to see how big his cock was, he needed it so badly.
But the kiss wouldn't end until Garchomp said so, and as Ezra moaned and squirmed against him, it just made Garchomp hold him tighter to his body, groaning. It was the first sound of pleasure Ezra heard from him and it would have made him come undone completely if he had any sort of stimulation. Something changed in the kiss now, it became less desperate, more…affectionate. Which didn't seem right to Ezra. For as long as he could remember Garchomp-even as a gabite-had never been particularly fond of Ezra. Ignoring him mostly, preferring the company of others, allowing others to pet his head or under his chin, affectionately letting them hug him. But Ezra was the only one not allowed anywhere near him. Yet now Garchomp kissed Ezra like it was the last thing he would ever do.
But that train of thought was completely wiped from his mind when Garchomp ended the kiss, moving back and sitting back on the bed on his knees, surveying Ezra, looking him up and down. The predatory lust in his eyes made Ezra whimper-causing Garchomp's eyes to hone in on his. There was no teasing or arrogant smirk now, gone was the lustful teasing, in its place was a primal lust, a need to fuck, to breed. Ezra watched, leaking more and more as Garchomp sat up better, allowing Ezra finally to see what he was packing, displaying himself almost. Wanting to see Ezra's reaction maybe.
Ezra's face erupted in heat as his gaze followed Garchomp's chiseled frame before he finally was looking at Garrchomp's cock.
Well, cocks.
Ezra was speechless when he saw them. One-the cock on top-was fully erect, leaking a copious amount of precum down the length and the second was at half mast, rapidly hardening under Ezra's rapt gaze and Garchomp shocked him again when a deep needy growl ripped from his chest. Ezra shuddered, his pussy throbbing with need as Garchomp smirked again, seeming to have regained some of his composure, but Ezra still saw the wild raw lust in his eyes. Garchomp gripped Ezra's hips, sliding him down the bed as though he weighed nothing-and compared to his size and strength he probably didn't.
"If you want me to really show you how much I can make you enjoy this then you better lube and harden up my second dick fast." He growled and the noise went straight to Ezra's core.
"Fuck, okay." Ezra whispered, his voice shaking with excitement as he looked at the monster cocks in front of them. They weren't that much bigger than an average cock, maybe a bit over 6 inches long, but the girth was where these monsters made Ezra's pussy throb and also made him nervous.
Ezra didn't have time to guesstimate how thick they were, but as a floragato, they were easily almost twice the size of his wrist. His mouth watered and she shivered again as he looked at the leaking head of the steadfastly growing second cock, and he realized that while he sucks the second one, the first will be dripping all over his head and face, rubbing all over him and the thought made him all the more eager to see how far he could take that monster.
An impatient growl rumbled through the bed from Garchomp, his cocks getting closer to Ezra's face and Ezra got the hint, opening his mouth and taking a breath before sucking Garchomp off. He started off teasing, licking and sucking and mouthfucking just the tip of Garchomp's cock, slowly-centimeter by centimeter-he took more in, teasing and pushing at Garchomp, getting him back for the edging. That is, until Garchomp chuffed impatiently and put a claw on Ezra's head and started to fuck his mouth.
Ezra didn't even have the room or air to gasp as Garchomp kept up the momentum, not even allowing Ezra a moment to try to turn the tables, making sure Ezra knew just who he belonged to in that moment.
Ezra had to focus to relax his throat, thankful that he had gotten his fair share of cocksucking experience or this girthy thing Garchomp had the audacity to call a cock would be choking him.
Garchomp did seem to be taking care not to work Ezra's throat too hard, not going further than 4-5 inches down his shaft, but that just made Ezra more frustrated. He wanted to show Garchomp what he could do, wanted to coax the sounds he had heard some of earlier, wanted to see what kinds of noises he could make that Ezra hadn't even heard yet, wanted to make him lose control, to give up that fragile composure he had now. Ezra could see it. The way that Garchomp's eyes drifted dreamily closed, lost in ecstasy, could see it as his breathing came out shaky-rattling out his throat. He could even feel it, the way that his thighs shook with an effort not to fuck Ezra's mouth senseless. He wanted Garchomp to be as messy and lewd as he had made Ezra earlier.
The farther he took Garchomp's cock into his mouth and throat, the more Garchomp's first cock teased and poked at his face, dripping a copious amount of precum all over Ezra's face, turning him on even more and if he was able to he would be a whimpering mess.
He could feel it soaking into his fur, the scent was deep, rich and powerfully musky, making Ezra throb more than before. Arceus he hoped he smelled like Garchomp's precum for a long fucking while after they were done.
So he relaxed his throat more, taking slow but deep methodical breaths as he bobbed his head harder, managing more and more of his cock with each one until he felt Garchomp's balls slap his chin and a lewd sense of accomplishment made him throb more, made him that much more desperate for stimulation too. But he had asked Garchomp to edge him relentlessly-an offer he had taken up himself so he knew there was no relief in sight for him.
But if he was going to be edged, then Garchomp would too. He moved his paws to Garchomp's thighs, his claws escaping slightly to hold him better, but they were nothing compared to his rougher skin, they didn't even make scratches. He closed his eyes, focusing entirely on Garchomp's pleasures, listening intently for any and all tells he could find that Garchomp was losing it, was getting closer.
As he bobbed his head more and more vigorously, he started to catch onto them. Shaking rattly breaths and quiet curse words escaped from Garchomp, music to Ezra's ears. They became more frequent as did the twitches making Garchomp's cock jump in his mouth, he was getting close. It was time for his final move.
He took Garchomp completely into his mouth, making sure that Garchomp's balls were on his chin and his cock was deep in Ezra's throat before he took a deep breath and swallowed.
A surprised gasp came from Garchomp, and as Ezra did it again, one of Garchomp's claws lifted from the bed and gripped Ezra's head, lightly yanking on some of his fur. There was drool dripping down Ezra's chin now but he didn't care, he focused on Garchomp.
He continued to swallow, the motion pulling Garchomp's slightly flexible dick further into his throat, his esophagus mimicking a pussy as he continued, earning more and more sounds to grace his ears and even more precum to drip down Garchomp's other shaft onto Ezra's face. Ezra realized after a moment that he had the perfect tongue for this, to really get under Garchomp's skin even more than he already was. He continued to swallow, his throat tightening around Garchomp's cock but between swallowed he worked his mouth so his feline tongue was moving up and down Garchomp's cock, making more curses and groans to come from the Garchomp coming undone above Ezra.
"Fuck. Fuck you tryin' to make me finish alrea-" He was cut off with a gasp as Ezra swallowed again and this time used a paw to play with Garchomp's balls. Suddenly-but not roughly-Garchomp was pulling out of Ezra's mouth, his chest heaving as Ezra saw his eyes spinning and Ezra felt a lewd sense of triumph. He'd managed to make Garchomp feel the exact same way he had made Ezra feel not too long ago, and it was gratifying-and unbelievably sexy-to see him so winded from pleasure. Ezra's pussy throbbed insistently now, leaking all over his crotch and thigh still, and as Garchomp's wild look abated back to a lustful confident one, Ezra knew that he was about to get some relief from the ache between his legs.
Another, more eager, growl emanated from Garchomp now, and he smiled a crooked smile at Ezra. He looked…impressed. Proud, maybe? It was difficult to tell.
"You've got some fuckin' balls, don't ya?" Garchomp rumbled, and Ezra flushed again, grinning wide up at him.
"So do you." He purred, and Garchomp threw his head back and laughed, Ezra found himself giggling as well, caught up in the moment. He wasn't sure what had changed, but somehow they had…relaxed around each other. Something that being trainer-and-partner-pokemon for almost 6 years hadn't managed to ease up, but less than two hours after he had become a pokemon the tables had drastically turned. Ezra found that he quite enjoyed it.
As easily as the atmosphere had softened, it filled with tension again. Although this time, it was much warmer feeling.
Garchomp was practically purring-a feat Ezra thought was impossible for a giant lizard-as Garchomp stood on the edge of the bed, staring at Ezra spread eagle in front of him, pussy soaking and glistening.
Ezra's heart rate picked up, the intense heat and desire in Garchomp's gaze making him ache with need again, and that almost seemed to be the desired effect as Garchomp continued his smoldering appraisal of Ezra's appearance before moving again. His claws gripped Ezra by the hips and effortlessly slid him to the edge of the bed-flush with his two cocks.
Ezra bit back a whimper as he looked at the two monsters resting at his entrance, and he realized why Garchomp had wanted him to prepare his second cock so well.
"Oh, fuck. I think I might die if you don't put those inside me right now." Ezra whimpered needily, and with a smirk Garchomp obliged. He lined up his cock to both of Ezra's entrances before he slowly but steadily began to push into him. Ezra's eyes fluttered as pleasure began to pool in his gut, his entrances stretching and noises he had never made before in his life escaped him as he arched his back and spread his legs as far as he could to give Garchomp easier access to him.
"God you're so fucking eager." Garchomp gasped-almost to himself-as he stopped moving, giving Ezra a moment to adjust before Ezra was whining for him to keep going.
Garchomp obliged, pistoning in and out of Ezra-not going too deep yet, but still managed to fill him up so nicely. Fuck, his cocks were thick. Ezra had never felt so fucking full in his entire life and he enjoyed it so much he was afraid he would cum already.
But Garchomp wasn't done. He slowly began to pick up the pace, fucking Ezra harder and deeper with every thrust, grunts and moans escaping him now, no more stifling it, the same way Ezra was. Soon, the room was completely full of the noises of wet flesh slapping and their loud cries, Garchomp fucked Ezra at a fast pace, but he was still very much in control, and Ezra wanted to change that.
"Garchomp, fuck me as hard as you fucking want right now, I need you to cum in me, and I want you to fill me the fuck up." Ezra moaned, and Garchomp released a string of curses mixed with cries of pleasure as he started to do just that. He moved his claws from where they propped him up on the bed, straightening up and spreading his legs, moving his claws to Ezra's waist and began fucking him.
The ecstacy Ezra had felt before paled in comparison as Garchomp fucked him hard. Balls slapped against Ezra, his pussy and ass were so fucking full he couldn't feel anything else-his pleasure drunk mind was almost convinced that Garchomp's cocks had filled his entire body up-hell he could even see a slight bulge in his stomach with every thrust.
Garchomp huffed and moaned, groaning above Ezra and throwing his head back as he picked up his pace, fucking recklessly, like Ezra was no more than a fleshlight. Their cries escalated, and Garchomp's cocks began to twitch like mad inside Ezra and he knew he was getting closer, much closer.
Ecstasy was filling up Ezra's very being with every single thrust, his orgasm rising like a tsunami inside him, pleasure coiling again, fast and relentless,but he knew he needed something extra to really finish, to really let the wave hit.
He moved his paw to his pussy, about to rub his clit, to cum all over Garchomp and stop the endless rising of pleasure inside of him and to let it all crash down, but Garchomp slapped his paw away, chuckling shakily.
"You'll cum when I decide you can." He managed to say before fucking Ezra relentlessly again. Ezra whined and pleaded to cum already, he felt so close to finishing it was driving him up a wall, he writhed and wriggled, desperate for release for what felt like forever when all of a sudden, he was exploding with pleasure. Garchomp had moved a claw to his clit, using the rounded side to rub at it. And Ezra came completely undone.
The pleasure was so intense he went limp, his eyes shut tight as cries louder than before escaped him, sounds he had never dreamed he was able to make were coming out of his mouth and stars exploded behind his eyes. Garchomp was crying out, sounds escaping him that Ezra could barely hear as his ears rang from the pleasure, but he could feel Garchomp filling him. Warm liquid was filling up both Ezra's holes, making his orgasm last longer, making him writhe and gasp before his lips were met with Garchomp's mouth, stifling both their sounds as they rode out the last of their orgasms together.
What could have been hours later but Ezra knew was only minutes, they were gasping and twitching with the leftover sensitivity from orgasming, Garchomp still inside both of Ezra's holes.
They were cuddling-well, as much as one can when your head barely goes past the other's shoulders-in silence, enjoying the feeling of each other, neither eager for the other to go.
"You…you never did answer me. About why you suddenly liked me so much." Ezra said, still breathing heavily as Garchomp was silent a moment before chuffing out a laugh.
"I liked you the entire time. I just didn't want to; I couldn't even communicate with you properly, how exactly was I supposed to do…anything in that situation? So I decided that I would just keep my distance, let it ride it's course. But it never did. And here we are." Garchomp answered, striking Ezra speechless. For a few moments they lay in silence as Ezra processed that, looking back on the years. So, all that time Garchomp had? His eyebrows lifted and he laughed a little, shaking his head.
"I'm genuinely surprised. There were a few times you know, when I was a human, that I would get horny late at night and jerk off thinking about you. I always felt so ashamed afterwards since you hated me." Ezra chuckled and Garchomp let out another laugh.
"I guess you won't be having any more lonely nights then." Garchomp murmured, beginning to sound sleepy, and warmth pooled in Ezra's chest as he forgot all about his broken machine, his eyes drifting closed. That was the best thing he had ever heard before.