Amidst the Golden Flowers

Story by Cheetahs on SoFurry

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*Description: * This is a gift story I wrote for TSC's naughty male on male contest. Lucario from Pokemon was chosen as a pair for Asriel, a boss dog with a warm attitude. If frotting between two cute males is your thing, read the story below!

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The moss gathered around the shaft through which Lucario peered down at the bedding of golden flowers below was still slick with morning dew, but that didn't deter him. He had to inch closer to the edge. He had to get a glimpse into the ruins sprawling at the foot of the caverns for the blue tinted echo flowers. They didn't grow on top of the mountain, and the dapples of sunlight creeping through the crevices of the cavern's ceiling were enough to sustain those useless golden flowers. If a type of flora already thrived down below, why not echo flowers?

Lucario leaned forward, tilting his head to get a better look at the ruins. The term didn't quite encompass their grandeur. Although conspicuously abandoned, the domed roof buildings and the buttresses of the causeways connecting the towers of the underground city remained standing. The ramparts surrounding the bailey were built of purple hued bricks, the battlements still intact after all these years. Such level of fortifications surprised Lucario a great deal. Who needed such broad defenses in the underground? Seriously!

Much to his relief, the gap through which he stared seemed to be located right above the gardens. All he had to do was find a way to climb down in order to gain access to the heart of this mysterious city and the echo flowers it hopefully housed.

Lucario stepped closer to the edge, his claws scraping at the patch of moss, his ears perked, his aura sensitivity flared to its maximum capabilities. If there were people below, he wanted to know about them.

That concern didn't linger in his mind for long. As he shuffled forward, his feet betrayed him, his claws and toes grappling at the ground that wasn't there.

"EEEP!" Lucario cried out as he fell, his body twisting out of its own accord once his instincts took over. In the spur of the moment, his body did the least it could do when faced with a split-second decision: to attenuate the damage by having him collapse onto his side.

"Grah!" the pained shout shot past Lucario's clenched fangs. Searing pain blazed within his arm, traversed through his ribs, and robbed him of the ability to breathe. For a terse, excruciating moment, Lucario's eyes bugged out from the shock of the impact, jaw hanging ajar as he coughed, and wheezed, and gasped for breaths that hurt more than the previous.

At least he wasn't dead, nor mortally wounded. So long as he slowed his breath, Lucario found out that he could cope with the dull ache that now seeped into his bones. No sharp sting in any limb meant that he did not break any bones. His ribs throbbed and hurt a great deal, but the fall didn't fissure any of them either. For better or worse, the soft tilled soil in which the golden flowers grew muffled his crash.

Talk about blind luck...

"Oh, shoot!" came an uncharacteristically high pitched voice for a male. "I didn't...I wasn't...I should have...are you alright there, buddy?"

Lucario's head swerved in the direction of the noise. The one who spoke, a white goat with flabby ears dashed in his direction, the metal sprinkler he held gushing water this way and that. What sort of pokemon was he? White horns protruded from his skull, petite rather than daunting. Between them grew a tuft of longer, more prominent fur, snow white and unblemished, just like the rest of his body. Speaking of his body, Lucario just noticed that he had the constitution of a mammal instead of customary hooves. His three toed, padded feet looked very similar to his, ending with tiny, white claws.

"I am...I really should have...Howdy!"

The sonorous greeting took Lucario aback. He tilted his head skeptically at this stuttering, overly friendly and slightly panicky creature. His vermilion eyes darted back and forth, settling on Lucario for just a brief moment before skipping towards the shaft through which he fell.

That was right. He fell! If anything, Lucario should have been the one to panic, not him. To make matters even more awkward, the stranger maintained a safe distance from him, his toes clenching and relaxing, his fingers scratching at his thighs. He looked like he was waiting for something.

Right. A greeting.

"Hello," Lucario muttered.

"Are you alright? Are you wounded?"

"I--"

His train of thought came at an end when the stranger left his sprinkler in the field of golden flowers and rushed to his side.

"Don't talk. Try not to. Better not to, I mean," he said, kneeling expectantly beside him, his hands hovering above Lucario's arm. "May I inspect you?"

Lucario grimaced as he rolled onto his bum, stretching his arms to the sides, whimpering feebly from the lingering pain. That was the cue this pokemon needed to grab his arm and gently pushing it back to his side. "Not so sudden. In fact, allow me. I've become quite an expert at assessing one's wounds after a fall."

And so began the awkwardness at having a complete stranger dab his finger at your wrists and neck, at massaging your shoulders, at having his hands slide along your ribs and then unite across your chest. At a loss of words and frozen in place from the unexpected benevolence, Lucario emitted no sound. Not even a whine. This further encouraged his new acquaintance to dance around him this way and that, crooning gently as he cupped his elbows and throwing him suspicious looks every time he inched closer to his spikes.

"They look intimidating, but they can't really hurt you," Lucario said. The stranger still winced at the sight of them, his whiskers drooping with worry. "Had...somebody...done this...to you?" His sorrowful tone drew a chuckle from Lucario, which made his new friend tense up and his flappy ears to shudder. "No, silly. I was born with them, like every other Lucario. Speaking of which, what pokemon are you?"

"Poke....mon?" He shrugged his shoulders and leaned backwards to sit cross legged across Lucario. "I'm not what you are. I'm a boss monster. I'm Asriel Dreemurr, and unless I have a child, I don't actually age! This whole place is called Old Home, for my father the king, Asgore, relocated the rest of us monsters to New Home, which means this city fell into ruins."

Wait a second...a boss monster? What kind of ridiculous name was that? Lucario forced back his scoff of amusement and, instead, frowned at the terminology Asriel chose to describe his kind.

"You're not a monster!" Lucario shot. "You don't look, nor behave, like a monster."

Something ignited within Asriel's vermilion eyes. A spark of melancholy that made Lucario shudder from its familiarity. "Thank you. I like to believe we're not actually monsters. That's what the humans always called us, and...well..." he trailed off, scratching at one of his ears while his gaze sank. "We appropriated that term for our kind, the non humans. There are too many of us belonging to too many species. It would be impossible to find a fitting name, so we collectively named ourselves monsters to the outsiders, since that's what most of them consider us to be."

Lucario turned pensive for a moment as well. The humans he encountered on his way to Mount Ebott haven't been exactly friendly. In fact, were it not for his aura sensing ability, Lucario would have had to fight a disturbing number of them. What was wrong with them around these parts? Why would they bear so much ire for pokemon and monsters alike? Elliot was nothing like them! He was kind, and brave, and also the most selfless trainer Lucario had the honor of knowing.

If only he had left him with the knowledge--or at least a clue--of his whereabouts. Deep down, in his heart of hearts, Lucario brimmed with the confidence that Elliot didn't abandon him. He locked him inside his pokeball for a reason. He tweaked the pokeball to open at a specifically designated time, and he probably anguished over his decision every waking second of his life. Now, it fell to Lucario to piece up the clues and find Elliot's whereabouts, but his memory thinned during his time in captivity. With the aid of the echo flowers, Lucario had the chance to find the missing pieces of the puzzle and piece Elliot's plan together.

"You're still in shock after the fall, aren't you?"

Lucario tensed up at the question, intent on disagreeing, but Asriel already grabbed his hand, cupping it between his soft, fluffy ones. "I'm really sorry for what happened to you. I keep trying to think of ways to prevent such accidents, but the only way to do so is place warnings on the outside, and the barrier keeps us from going to the surface..." "The barrier?" Lucario inquired when Asriel's voice softened.

"We are..." Asriel let out a pained, heavy sigh. "We are not wanted out there. Humans call us monsters. Treat us as such. They erected a barrier to keep us locked underground for their protection, but over time, I grew to realize it keeps us protected from them as well."

"O...oy...." Lucario murmured. Shaken as he still was after the fall, he still found the strength to get up and settle next to Asriel to wrap a comforting arm around his shoulders. The one who called himself a monster nodded meekly, an earnest smile coloring his expression.

"Thank you. That is very kind of you, but it should be me who cares for you. After all, you're the one who fell!" "I'm fine. I really am. The soft soil diminished the impact, so it's the flowers that hurt more than I do."

"Don't worry about them. They're fine. See?"

Asriel pointed at the flattened area that depicted Lucario's fall. The flowers that should have been trampled by his weight popped back into place before his very eyes, new petals replacing the torn ones, the stalks regenerating and thickening at mind-numbing speed.

"They're a very special kind of flower that I sprinkle with water from the Well of Eternity every day. The magical water, combined with their rejuvenating capabilities, turns them immortal." Asriel spoke while his hand massaged Lucario's back with gentle, circular motions, his ministrations alleviating his soreness with every passing second. "My...brother...brought them from the outside world when he was young, and I younger still. My mother loved them!" He suddenly exclaimed, joy dancing within his captivating eyes. "And I loved them even more. I found them everywhere around my house, and my brother told me mother used to hang them above my crib when I was a baby."

His joy vanished as quickly as it came, replaced by a look of utter desolation. "In a way, I still am a baby.... Now that she is gone...now that they're both gone...all I am left is their memory and these golden flowers that they deeply loved."

Before Lucario had any chance at comforting him, Asriel dug his head into his belly, wrapped his arms around his frame and began sobbing with nerve wracking intensity. Lucario shuddered at first from the unexpected outburst. Then, he gingerly stroked Asriel's elongated ears, scratching at his nape and patting his shoulders. Eventually, his pent-up emotions slithered through Lucario's resolve, making his eyes moisten as well from the sympathy he bore for his new friend.

Lucario, too, had lost somebody. Unlike Asriel, Elliot's fate remained a mystery, one that gnawed at Lucario from the inside. There was nothing worse than not knowing. That feeling of utter helplessness greeted him every morning, a constant reminder that peace forever lied out of his reach until he discovered Elliot's fate.

"I'm sorry," Asriel muttered. Tears matted the disheveled fur of his face as he gazed up at Lucario. "I thought I am strong enough, but I'm not. Such is the curse of these flowers. They bring immense joy to my heart, but they also nourish the pain all the same."

Both of them looked at the field of radiant gold surrounding them. Basked by the flickering light filtering through the crannies in the ceiling, the garden looked exquisite, a small piece of heaven that Asriel had grown up for himself amidst the ruins in a cavern. For unknown reasons, Lucario felt the need to drag Asriel closer to his arms. He felt the impulse to nuzzle his face, to press his cheek against his, and to whisper in his ear, "It's alright. I am...I am..."

"You are wounded," Asriel finished for him, lifting his muzzle up to Lucario's to present him with his concerned look and teary eyes. "You fell, and instead of caring for you, I tell you stories that are not going to mend you at all."

"Oy." Lucario grabbed Asriel by his shoulders and looked deeply into his eyes. "I am not hurt. Don't worry about me."

"You promise?" Asriel's tone faltered to a mere whisper, barely audible.

"I promise," Lucario reassured him.

That made Asriel melt away into his embrace, holding onto him with a desperation that made Lucario's heart clench. Although Asriel had mentioned others, Lucario didn't sense somebody else's aura nor did he hear nor see anybody else. That meant Asriel lived here, alone, caring for these flowers more than he cared for himself.

"You'll be alright," Lucario cooed. "I'll stay here with you if I must. I'm not leaving until you are well again."

"I am," Asriel lied in quite the unconvincing manner. His voice trembled, his face was a soggy mess, and shivers began to claim the poor monster. "Please...let me take a closer look at your wounds. I have bandages, salve, potions that may..."

"Shhh," Lucario urged. "You're distressed, and cold, and your mind is a mess. Tell you what. If your shivers subside and your exaggerated worries lessen, I'll let you care for me, yes? Until then, you'll stay put."

To cover his lithe body from the chill of the cavern, Lucario shifted on top of him, clutching Asriel tight to his chest. Asriel's legs sprawled to the side to make room for Lucario's loins. At the time, the jackal pokemon didn't make much of it; whatever brought more comfort to Asriel sat well with him too. It didn't matter to Lucario that their bellies pressed together and that their furred pouches and sensitive sheaths touched one another. Pokemon didn't wear clothes, and by the looks of it, neither did these monsters.

For a while, the two simply relished their shared warmth. The rough landing had left Lucario more than a little shaken. Asriel, on the other hand, still battled his emotions, his gaze distant and his limbs stiff and limp. It pained Lucario, to see such a beautiful creature in such sorry state, and all because of him. If he didn't land into Asriel's garden, he wouldn't have opened his still aching heart to him, and he wouldn't have had to relive all these painful memories. Whether he admitted this to himself or not, the fault still lied with Lucario, and maybe...maybe he should be the one to help Asriel heal.

Lucario began by gently coaxing Asriel to lean back. That done, he planted a hand onto the ground and placed the other on Asriel's shoulders, rubbing him slowly, tenderly as he gathered his knees underneath him. From this position, he had easy access to Asriel's face and chest, in which he promptly sank his muzzle into.

Asriel let out a soft murmur of longing. His leg slid over Asriel's rump, those padded, dexterous toes sifting through the fur of his tail while the goat-like creature tossed his head back in invitation for Lucario to continue his affectionate display.

It started off innocent enough. Lucario's angular, canine muzzle idly drifted through the downy fur lining Asriel's chest, his tongue poking out to place a kiss here and there. The proximity of their bodies, however, soon awoke Lucario's desire, and his sheath tensed up not a moment too soon, ready to spill its ruddy load.

Lucario's breath caught in his throat. This wasn't what he had planned! He merely wanted to comfort Asriel, to share him his strength in battling his emotions. As if Lucario had any strength to begin with... Against his will and unrestrained by his pitiful self-control, his crimson length poked its head out of his sheath, more of his girth spilling from the soft throbs of desire that traversed its length.

His ear tips turned the deepest shade of violet from the overwhelming embarrassment that flooded his frame. His meat practically filled Asriel's lap, and no amount of kisses and nuzzles could keep him from noticing it. As if on cue, one of Asriel's eyes cracked open, giving Lucario a side glance as his muzzle parted open to let out huffs of pent-up passion.

"Don't worry. I expected that," he said, a smug expression etched on his face.

Lucario never expected to cure Asriel's heartache with his erection alone. This was preposterous! Ridiculous even, and more embarrassing than anything Lucario had ever experienced. The time spent in his pokeball rendered him particularly sensitive down there and Asriel, ever selfless, immediately took notice of that.

His lips and tongue were all over Lucario's face, sharing his affection through tender licks and sensuous kisses. His bulged sheath began rubbing against Lucario's glistening length, the grinding motions coaxing Asriel's own meat out of its hiding.

Lucario never expected another male's member to feel so warm, so smooth, so pleasant to the touch. Although Elliot and him have experimented ways to attain pleasure, Lucario had never found himself in such compromising position, with his balls snuggly squeezed against Asriel's while their throbbing members caressed each other.

The jackal pokemon squeezed his eyes shut. He thrust his muzzle into the generous fur of Asriel's neck, moaning louder than he expected. Asriel merely stroked his ears, nibbling on his shoulder, emitting the softest and cutest sounds Lucario had ever heard. It was such a surreal and overwhelming moment, to share the embrace of such a fluffy and kind creature amidst a field of golden flowers. His mind was afloat in a sea of tumultuous emotions, while his body tried to cope with the deep and insatiable pleasure brought by the undulating motions of Asriel's loins.

Lucario squeezed Asriel tighter in his arms as he felt himself slipping away. Their combined precum lubricated their cocks, covering them with slippery sheen that encouraged Asriel to increase the speed of his thrusts. His shaft glided along Lucario's, over it, under it, his tip hammering at his knot harder and faster. The overly sensitive jackal could only last so long against such pleasurable onslaught and, without a warning but for the throbs of his cock, he squirted his seed all over Asriel's lap.

Stars began to cloud his darkening vision from the intoxicating pleasure that seized his frame. Whimpers floated past his snarling muzzle with every generous spurt of seed that blanketed Asriel's balls and penis, each of them more intense and rich than the previous. When Asriel could resist the temptation of his orgasm no more, he stiffened all of a sudden, his cheeks reddening with the effort it took to shoot his essence.

When they both spent their liquid strength, they fell in a heap of thrashing limbs and giggles. Asriel's bore the sound of innocence, while guilt tinted Lucario's tone. For some reason, he felt that his lack of self control pushed for a most awkward outcome, but that line of thinking was quickly brushed away by Asriel's smooth, affectionate tongue.

"You...you did more than anyone had done for me in more years than I can count," Asriel confessed as he hugged Lucario with all his might.

Surprised--shocked--by his outburst, the jackal merely patted Asriel on the back while a stupid grin tugged at the corners of his mouth. His reasons were not entirely selfless; after all, it all started because Lucario failed to keep his lust in check.

Asriel didn't care for that. He cradled Lucario to his chest, rubbing his cheek against his while moaning in utter glee.

"I would be honored if you listen to my tale, Lucario. I don't have many friends. In fact, you're the only one I got close to after my brother..."

Lucario lifted Asriel's chin, then touched his nose against his in an affectionate gesture. "It would be my pleasure. I, too, have only a friend, and I'll need your help to find him."

Asriel cocked his head, grinning. "We're not going anywhere until I at least bandage you."

They both chuckled at that, and for the first time since he made it out of his pokeball, Lucario felt strangely relieved.

***The End***

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