Bests Buds
((This is a story I wrote about five years ago on another site, and it's all about the pokemons! ^.^ Hope you enjoy.))
"Are you sure we should be this far away from the forest Evan?" Yima questioned, his red orbs falling upon the trees in the distance. Evan merely smiled at his friend, stepping atop a large rock.
"It's ok Yima, I've done this before." He replied, waving his flaming tail at his friend. "Of course if you're scared.." He teased, knowing that Yima hated it when his courage was challenged. Yima and Evan were both charmanders, and they had been friends since they were hatchlings. Today they had decided to slip away from the protection of the flaming forest to explore the surrounding area, despite their parents warning otherwise.
"I am not scared!" Yima replied with a scowl, his tail flaring up a bit. "It's just....the sun will go down soon, and I heard king Leon saying something about a Feraligator causing problems. Besides, we've been exploring for at least two hours now, and all we've found is an empty super potion and dirt. I'm ready to go home and get something to eat."
"Puh, who cares about some stupid water croc?" Evan replied, leaping from his perch to his friends side. He opened his mouth to further tease Yima, but something else caught his attention, stopping the fire lizard mid thought. Yelling a warning, he leapt forward, taking Yima to the ground seconds before the massive claw clamped down above the two, missing them by inches. The Fearow snarled as it rose further into the sky, before turning around and going around for another try.
"Fearow!" Yima squealed as the massive bird of prey came into his vision, but Evan was already prepared. Grabbing Yima by the arm the two raced towards a small outcropping of boulders, diving behind the rocks just as the attacker returned, forcing him to alter his course and miss once more. Taking a quick glance around, Evan grimaced inwardly. There was no way they could run to the forest without being caught by the bird, no where near enough cover for them to hide behind. Yima was on the verge of hysterics, being slightly younger than his friend, and Evan knew he'd have to stay calm. Running away from the forest, dragging Yima behind him, he ran towards the mountain. The rocks there were large, and by slipping between the rocks at it's base they managed to keep away from the deadly claws that snapped at them, promising a terrifying demise.
"We can't keep doing this forever Evan!" Yima squealed as the persistant bird missed again, though not by much. Evan knew that, but the last thing he needed was Yima telling him aloud. Fear crept up the elder Charmander's spine, threatening to cause a panic now as the claws scraped against the rocky barrier they hid behind. Taking another look around, desperation suddenly turned to hope as he caught sight of what appeared to be a cave behind the next set of boulders. Making a break for it, he and Yima bolted for the darkness, and promptly slammed into the hard rock face. Horror flooded Evan's face as he realized that the cave was merely a shadow, and they were now exposed. Turning around, the Fearow landed not ten feet away, blocking any more attempts to run, a sadistic grin on the hungry bird's beak.
Trapped, and a long distance from the forest, Evan snarled, determined not to give up without a fight. Taking in a deep breath, the small lizard blew a surprisingly large stream of fire at the Fearow, which curved at the last moment and circled him in a scorching fire spin maneuver. Screeching in surprise, the Fearow leapt forward, bringing with him the scent of burning feathers and doom for the two. Just as Evan prepared for his next life, the ground at his feet gave way, sending him falling into darkness with Yima, the bird's claws missing their mark by a hair's width. The sudden shock of the fall was nothing compared to the harsh landing, which drove the conciousness from him.
"Evan? Please wake up Evan!" Yima pleaded, shaking the other's shoulders. Blinking a few times, the disoriented char shook the cobwebs from his mind and gazed at his new surroundings. He was in a cave, a large one who's ends could not be seen by the lights of the combined tailflames.
"What happened?" He asked, sitting up and rubbing a sore spot on the back of his head.
"I got scared, when the Fearow landed, so I started digging." Yima replied, still shaken up by the close encounter. "I think I cut a hole in this cave, up there, and we fell." He continued, pointing to a slight crack in the ceiling, one just big enough for the pair to fit, but no where near large enough for a Fearow. Evan took this in, and realized that Yima had saved their lives. A wave of relief washed over him like a gentle flame, and before he knew what he was doing he grabbed Yima by the shoulders and locked their lips together, his tongue snaking out of his mouth and intertwining with his friends. Yima, who was shocked and confused, froze in place as the invading organ poked and prodded against the roof of his mouth. Seconds felt like hours as the two kissed, their hearts beating rapidly in sync.
Evan was the one to break the kiss, his mind taking control once more, though now highly confused. Gazing into his friend's equally confused face, a single strand of saliva connecting their faces.
"I-I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me." He stammered, his face turning a bright crimson. "I think I hit my head on the fall." He continued, backing away from Yima a bit, shaking slightly.
Yima didn't say anything, his gaze fixed soley upon his friend, surprise and shock etched upon his features. Evan began to stammer more apologies, but Yima silenced them with a kiss of his own, pressing his whole body against Evan's hot flesh. Yima was obviously not upset by the kiss, having the urge to kiss Evan on more than one occasion before this. But until this point, Evan had not shown any interest in Yima like that, and he didn't want to lose it. Evan was surprised by Yima's retalitory kiss, but the moment their lips locked again, he couldn't resist letting a deep murr flow between them, unable to deny the pleasure that Yima's essence brought him.
Yima broke the kiss this time, but he still laid atop of Evan, their noses touching softly as their red eyes gazed deeply into one another. Words left them at this point, each seeing something within the other that neither could begin to discribe, something that could only be love, a love so true that it was as if their very minds were connected. Wrapping his arms around his friend, Evan pulled Yima in for another kiss, this time a murr coming from both of the fire lizard's throats. As they continued to kiss each other, Yima's hands slid across Evan's sides and down to his thieghs, before sliding between the two and grasping Evan's expanding sheath.
Yima's touch caused the other Charmander to instinctively thrust his hips up, a hand sliding from Yima's back to guide the other hand across his maleness, gently stroking him to full attention. Smiling, neither of them spoke a word as Evan slipped from beneath Yima and rolled onto his stomach, lifting his tail and exposing his tender backside to his friend. Reaching down, Yima stroked himself to an erection, which didn't take much, and positioned himself behind Evan, his tip pressing hotly against the fleshy ring. Pressing forward, both of them squealed as the resistant opening parted and Yima slid tightly into his friend.
"You feel so tight." Yima commented, pressing another inch into his friend's bowel. Evan only moaned in response, pain cascading across his lower region, along with a warmth that set his very soul ablaze. Urging him not to stop, Evan pushed against Yima's thrust, taking the rest of his friend's pulsing member into his body, the tip ramming Evan's prostate sending a surge of pleasure down the older charmander's spine. Yima, now hilted in his best friend, began to withdraw, spewing forth hot pre that helped lubricate the hot flesh that surrounded his member. Setting up a gentle, fast rythm between them, their combined moans echoed across the empty cavern.
"I-I'm going to blow!" Evan said as his butt was pounded again and again by his friend, a tightness in his smooth sack racking his pleasure senses. One more thrust into his prostate was all it took, and Evan's muscles tensed as his seed blasted from his slick member onto the cool stone below and flames erupted from his mouth, lighting the area for a brief moment, though he didn't see through the haze of pleasure that stole his sight. Evan's deflowered hole clenching against the intruder sent Yima over the edge himself, his charseed spilling deep into Evan's bowels, filling the other fire type in a way he never knew existed. Once they came down from their respective highs, fatigue finally set in and they fell into a sound, comforted sleep in one another's arms.
"So, any clue how to get out of here?" Yima asked, hours later as they woke up. They both had a smile upon their faces, extremely happy to be alive, and together.
"No, but I bet we'll find a way together." Evan replied, leaning forward to place a gentle kiss upon Yima's cheek before the two began to explore their new surroundings.