Sweet Dreams
This one was written up by a friend of mine, Incog, after having a particularly pleasant dream. I'm god damn jealous that the guy can finish what he starts. I'm even more jealous that he gets to have these sorts of dreams~
Without further ado...
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Sweet Dreams, by Incog
"I think this might be the person I'm looking for; human-looking dude with some spikes here'n there?"
The large dragon-like creature paused, waiting for an answer before pushing the door open a bit further to peek more than just his head in. The room was nothing short of a bedroom, adorned with expensive furniture and thick, fine carpeting. In the center, and taking up the majority of the bedroom, was a queen-sized bed, to its right sat a dresser, and to its left was a table nestled in a corner by the room's only window. An almost hidden closet was situated to the dragon's immediate right, embedded into the wall as its own individual complex. The largeness of the bed made the room appear to be smaller than it actually was.
Sitting on the bed was "the client," as he was called, a potential candidate for the dragon's intentions. He looked mostly human, though a few of his unique pokemon cosmetics covered some portions of his body, namely a set of forward laying spikes on each of the young man's backhands, his crimson eyes and a blatant flame-colored tuft of hair on his head. For attire, the unique pokemon wore a general set of clothing, consisting of a plain charcoal buttoned polo shirt, a matching pair baggy, pocket heavy shorts, and a silver and dark-grey patterned pair of sneakers with matching socks. The dragon didn't know how old the client was, nor did he really care, but based on his endeavors with other humans, he guessed the boy to be in his mid to late teenage years.
"That's a fancy headset you've got there," said the boy, looking intently at the dragon standing before him.
Though, truthfully, there was no headset; the client reasonably assumed there was one, seeing as the dragon had his paw tapped against his head as if he were wearing a receiver of some sort.
"You look a lot like Incog," the boy spoke again, tilting his head slightly. "...except, you're smaller and you look a bit...older. And I guess your fur is more yellow than white, and your feathers are green instead of blue..."
"Look kid, I think I know the differences between myself and Incognito. Spare me, would ya?" the dragon interrupted.
He stepped in, closing the door behind him and lowering his paw down to his side. As pointed out by the anthropomorphic pokemon, the dragon, looking like this "Incog," was indeed a Flammie himself. He took a moment to gauge his surroundings, noticing more than anything how small the room appeared to be because of just how large the bed-set was.
"What's your name, boy?"
"Six," the pokemon boy answered with a smirk. His hands fidgeted in his lap, his eyes darting for a moment in their sudden awkward silence. "What's your name?"
"That's not important, kid. What's important is why you're here."
"I was just about to ask you that myself-"
"What are you, first of all? You don't look like a regular human," the dragon interjected, starting to come off as a bit rude to Six. He took a step forward, standing a mere few feet away from the bed.
"Well, essentially, I'm a pokemon. This human-looking getup is pretty much a facade; I'm actually a mix between a Sandslash," Six paused, taking a moment to show off the silver spines on his backhands, "and a Quilava," and he paused again, running a single hand through his hair as well as blinking a few times. Clearly the boy was showing off his pokemon features. "A Sandlava, if you will!"
"Uh huh...and I have no idea what any of those are, but whatever," the Flammie huffed, taking yet another step closer towards Six. Moving any closer would press the dragon's body against the boy's knees, which shifted warily towards the Flammie's continued approach.
Leaning back as if to try and move away from his host, Six questioned, "Right, so uhm...what am I doing here?"
At this point, Six had repositioned his legs, propping them up onto the bed to continue moving away from the advancing Flammie. It accomplished very little, however, as his host soon crawled onto bed with him.
"Good," the Flammie chuckled, reaching a single paw for Six's shirt, "you learn quickly. Seems to me you already know what's going on here."
Six swatted the Flammie's paw away in protest, frowning from his host's behavior, fussing, "No I don't, and something tells me I shouldn't be here anymore."
The anthropomorphic pokemon began to move towards the side, intending to remove himself from the bed and eventually the room. As he'd expected, however, the large dragon wouldn't have it, grabbing hold of Six's arm and clutching the boy's shirt once more. With a bit of force, the Flammie situated Six onto his back, his motions intentionally raising the boy's shirt to expose a good portion of his torso.
"You don't have a choice, number six," he chortled.
Leaning his fuzzy head in close to Six's, his smirk shifting into an ear to ear grin as he huffed hot air against Six's facials. As the client began to struggle with plentiful wriggling and kicking, the Flammie dove his head into the young man's apparently smooth belly, eagerly nuzzling against its warm, welcoming texture, his head soon covered by Six's shirt. It wouldn't be long before the large dragon would get carried away so to speak, making faint groaning noises to signify his approval as well as giving Six's bare skin a prominent lick.
"Gah!" the Sandlava exclaimed, his body shuddering from the sudden lick, "get off of me! Get off!"
Six did what he could, not exactly strong enough to handle something nearly three times his size. He took hold of anything he could, one hand clutching the Flammie's thick nest of hair, the other taking one of the Flammie's ears, both pulling frantically to try and push the assailant off of him. No amount of pulling seemed to phase the dragon, however, his motions unhindered by the boy's resistance. One lick became two, then three, and soon enough, many. The feeling was unfamiliar, the Flammie's thick, muscular tongue feeling both dry and slimy at the same time against his smooth, not-furry skin.
"Get...off!" Six exclaimed once more, almost hoping someone would hear his screams, though judging from the looks of the luxurious bedroom, the walls were most likely soundproof.
"You have an amazing belly, kid," the Flammie huffed, breathing heavily against Six's exposed belly before lying and nuzzling his cheek against it.
But the Sandlava's tummy wasn't the only thing the Flammie wanted to play with. With one arm still curled around Six's back, the Flammie pushed his other paw against the boy's shorts, desperately searching for some sort of opening to slide his paw into. Alas, his paw was too big, barely even able to slip into one of its many pockets let alone up the boy's shorts, and the Flammie resolved to simple push one of his claws up against Six's hips. A bit of prodding would reveal the Sandlava's features; thin frame, somewhat firm hips, and an inviting squeeze from the the young man's cheeks. On reaction, Six jumped, his hips bucking forward from the attempted intrusion, squirming noticeably from the endeavor. The mixed pokemon couldn't believe that this was happening to him, his mind running circles as he frantically thought of ways to turn things around and make his escape. He suddenly remembered that, being a fire pokemon, he could spit flames...
Unfortunately, just as abruptly as he'd pinned the client to the bed, he swiftly turned the boy over onto his chest and shimmied back to plant his hinds onto the floor. With the Sandlava's face planted against the mattress, there wasn't much his fire spitting abilities could do for him now. The Flammie dragged Six with him on the way down, hovering the young man's torso over the bed while hanging his legs over its side, and with a quick, firm tug, Six's shorts were uncomfortably lowered, popping both the zipper and the button that fastened the short's waist strap.
"You...don't..!" Six stuttered, quickly grabbing onto his shorts.
Even with one arm, the large dragon's strength proved to be too great for the small anthropomorphic pokemon; the shorts came down, resting at the boy's knees, and the Flammie flung himself forward with no regards to his size and weight versus the clients. A loud "oof" echoed the room from his pounce, repositioning his paws again to push against the back of Six's head while the other flattened itself against the young man's belly. The Flammie, his body firmly pressed against Six's, stirred his paw in strong circles, deeply massaging the Sandlava's soft, slim belly while he wiggled his hinds, preparing himself for what was obviously going to come next.
"Get-"
"Your shouting is pointless, kid! Don't make me stuff your mouth with dirty socks," the Flammie interrupted, his irritation reflected in the rigidness of his arms, making his handling unintentionally rough. "Now move your little tushie back for me, little one~"
Soft tushie? Little one? The Sandlava felt embarrassed, as if the situation itself wasn't enough already; now he felt as if he were being subtly degraded. Naturally, he wouldn't oblige to the Flammie's request until moments later, when he felt an unwelcome paw slither down his groin and clutch his limp rod and some small portion of his sack. The notion made him jump, his back arching inward to curl his hips up against his attacker, only to feel a large, warm, fleshy rod wedge itself between his cheeks. He could only imagine just how big the Flammie was down South, and the thought made him shudder even moreso than feeling the large phallus hotdogging itself with his rump. He would squirm even more when he felt that same warm, wet tongue snake at his ear, followed by a light nibble and hot air, and he would jump a second time once the Flammie's paw gripped his unwillingly hardening member quite literally like a joystick, fingers wrapped around its increasing girth and a thumb nudging its puffing head.
"Wrong move, you pervert!" Six shouted, having waiting until now to make use of his bodily flames.
Being part Quilava gave more features than simply fire breathing, able to ignite flames from various portions of his body, namely his already fiery-like hair and most of his back. His torso became a living furnace as several waves of flames enveloped his assailant, causing the large dragon to roar and jump back. The flames did little to harm the Flammie, however, merely singeing some of his fur and creating ashes along some of his scales.
"You little punk!" the Flammie growled, brushing himself off where he'd been burned, before placing his paw along the side of his head like he'd done earlier while apparently talking to someone.
Six got to his feet, raising his shorts back up and spinning around, his eyes glaring with as much fire as his hair and back. He was certainly angry, and now that he could actually face the dragon, he could make use of his mouth to unleash far more devastating fire attacks. He opened his mouth, charging what would soon become a Fire Blast; sparks danced around his lips as a small orb formed, growing slowly in size until...
It disappeared. Six flinched, grunting as an unusual feeling came over him, though it wasn't an unfamiliar feeling. He'd felt this way numerous times before whenever he shifted from human to pokemon, much like when a pokemon evolves. As the overwhelming feeling of change enveloped him, Six's body illuminated until it became a bright white silhouette, and his changes began to take place; his form shifted in shape, losing only a few inches in height and gaining quite a bit of body mass. His skin became covered with dark, gray fur, his back grew a plethora of silver spikes much like the two pairs on his wrists, his hands and feet became paws, his face shaped into a muzzle, and his fiery hair literally became a crackling fire, though repositioned further down on the back of his head, and a bulge protruded from the back of his shorts as his tail erected. Once his body's shiny illumination faded, Six took a single look at his would be hand, noticing that it was now a paw, and immediately knew that, somehow, he'd changed into his Sandlava variant. His shirt hung loosely around his arms and shoulders whereas his shorts had already fallen off, his body no longer able to fit reasonably with his human attire even though his pokemon form was technically bigger.
"W-what?" he gasped, "but...how did you make me-"
"No fire on your back anymore, huh? That's better," the Flammie interrupted.
Snapping out of his momentary trance, Six attempted another Fire Blast. The Flammie, more prepared for retaliation this time, darted forward, his arm extended, and promptly cupped the Sandlava's maw with his paw, clenching his fingers tightly around Six's muzzle to plug his mouth. The Sandlava's eyes spread open widely as he whined, his words muffled by the large dragon's firm grip. Six soon found himself suspended in the air, held up by his loose fitting shirt, his mouth still thoroughly covered.
"Now then! Where were we?" the Flammie sneered, his frustration obvious.
The Flammie fell forward, sinking himself and his catch back onto the bed; Six was on his back again, his spines poking holes into the bedsheets as they were extended from feeling more or less threatened. His maw remained constrained as his assailant went for his shirt, no longer being as gentle as he had been and opting to simply rip it off as opposed to moving it out of the way. The fabric tore reluctantly after its buttons flew off, his torso exposed once again, only covered with fur this time. His right arm was held down along with his closed muzzle, effectively pinning the entirety of his torso while the Flammie made his next move, diving his muzzle back into the Sandlava's belly. He didn't linger there for as long as last time, apparently dissatisfied with how fuzzy Six's belly felt as opposed to how smooth it felt before, and the Flammie quickly moved his head upward, digging his muzzle through the pokemon's fur. Again, the Sandlava would do what he could to resist, limited to a single arm, which pushed and batted against the Flammie's intruding muzzle; and both legs, both of which were braced against the Flammie's fluffy chest, pushing in vain to try and force the larger, stronger being off of him. If he could yip, Six would have, as he suddenly felt one of his previously hidden nipples being enveloped in warm, wet tongue. The Flammie's persistent nuzzling had brushed the Sandlava's fur aside enough to make way towards his covered nubs, which he played with aggressively, giving the client numerous nips and licks. Over time from his not-so-playful torture, the Flammie chuckled, rather enjoying how uncomfortable his victim seemed to be.
But then his bouncing erection reminded him of what was going on before their recent interruption. He finished off his nipple torture with a lengthy smooch, the best he could manage for the shape of his muzzle, his suckling literally pulling the nub slightly into his maw. Pulling away, his lips smacked, a thin strand of his saliva stretching and breaking after moving back far enough to see the Sandlava's troubled facial expression, this thudding chest, and his rapid, somewhat heavy breathing. Being careful not to let Six make use of his mouth, the Flammie quickly turned the Sandlava over, mimicking the same motions as before by dragging both himself and his victim to the edge of the bed, letting the Sandlava's hindquarters hang over the bed while his torso remained held against the mattress. Leaving his paw well clung to Six's arm, the Flammie brought his other to Six's ankle, lowering himself to his knees and immediately pressing himself up against the Sandlava's hinds, his hard on shamelessly pushing against Six's hips. There were no pronounced cheeks to wedge his member between, but there were defined hips nonetheless, making the dragon shudder as the Sandlava's furry behind tickled his sensitive appendage.
"No!" Six bellowed, shaking his entire form fiercely with a new-found vigor.
It wouldn't do much, however, as he felt a heavy weight sink him into the mattress. The Flammie had laid atop Six's back despite the Sandlava's protruding spines, his scales providing enough protection to shrug off the defensive measure. Six's spines folded down from the Flammie's weight, and he soon realized that he was pretty much trapped. Despite his continued efforts to get away, he'd secretly accepted his fate, knowing full well that his ass now belonged to the Flammie; the Flammie reaffirmed this notion forcefully, wasting no time in his insertion.
"You're so...guh, it's a vice back there!" the Flammie roared approvingly, demonstrating his approval with a short lick to the back of Six's ear.
Six grunted, a failed effort at wailing due to having his face mushed against the bedsheets, feeling as though someone was quite literally pulling his hips apart. His insides stretched to accommodate the Flammie's plunging girth, digging through his canal with surprising speed. The Sandlava had expected burning to accompany his subtle stretching sensation, but there was none; he hadn't noticed before when the Flammie had sandwiched its rod between his human buns, but it seemed as though the fleshy, muscular tool was wet. Very wet. Or, at least, a special kind of wet, like it was somehow covered in some sort of water-based lubricant. He knows he didn't see the Flammie apply any lube before proceeding, so how and why it felt as slick, almost slimy, as it did was beyond him, and quite frankly, he didn't want to think about it. Nonetheless, it would be a short while before he could grow used to the unwanted intrusion, his tail stiffening while flailing wildly and his toes curling as his entire body tensed. If anything made this easier for the Sandlava, it was him being used to this sort of thing, minus the unwilling part.
"So...squishy..."
Squishy? Of all things to murmur during sex, Six thought. His ears twitched at the word, or perhaps the 'squishy' sounds he suddenly heard from behind him. Six's hips inadvertently rose once the Flammie's nethers slapped against his hinds, a sure sign that a hilt had been achieved. He'd subconsciously took a bit of the bedsheets into his mouth to keep from hurting himself, biting down on them hard enough to poke several holes into the fabric. Even if he had been able to, he dared not look back, not sure if he wanted to see just how much he'd somehow taken in from his host; he couldn't look back because, shortly after being hilted, the Flammie reared back and, just as forcefully as before, thrust forward. Mere moments later, the Flammie established a steady bucking rhythm, his tempo hindered only by their differences in size; Six could barely, just barely, take in everything the Flammie had to offer, and it was showing. The Sandlava grunted with each hump, biting increasingly harder against the bed sheets, his eyelids squeezed shut so hard that, had there been tears, they probably wouldn't have been able to escape. Despite all of this, Six wasn't having a bad experience, so to speak. He began to reason with himself, trying to convince his train of thought that he wanted this. And in a way, he did; the only thing bad about his situation was that it wasn't consensual. He was practically okay with the action.
And in thinking this way, he made the best of his situation, so long as the Flammie didn't get too aggressive. His grunts became groans, an obvious mix of moaning and grunting, and with a bit of time, his body began to relax. The same couldn't be said for his loins, however. The rough sex already made Six fairly uncomfortable, even if there was some enjoyment to be had from the ordeal, but a personal erection being repeatedly rubbed against the bedsheets certainly had its own effect on his status. He tried desperately to stand on his hindlegs, to keep his junk from firmly grinding against the soft sheets, switching from planting his paws on the edge of the mattress to pushing up against the Flammie's thighs for support. The repeated slamming made stability nearly impossible for the Sandlava, leaving him to constantly repositioning his legs to try and keep his crotch off of the mattress. At the same time, it made for some unique sensations, causing the Flammie's relentless shaft to plow in and out at varying angles, rubbing up against parts of his canal that he'd forgotten he had. One particular thrust even made him gasp, and he found himself trying to recreate that feeling again.
"That's right, punk...you're loving every bit of this..."
Six was starting to wish the Flammie would just keep its mouth shut. Not only was he bad with words during sex it seemed, his random comments were starting to embarrass him even more than he already was. He shifted his eyes left and right, not in a position to argue, or rather, deny those words, reminding himself that the only thing wrong with this scenario was the lack of consent. That, and having to fight to keep from getting a rug burn from the sheets, though the latter seemed to be less of a problem now that something warm and goop-like cushioned it...oh god, Six thought, realizing that the goop had to have been his own fluids. There was no denying at this point that he was liking this to some extent-
"I'm gonna blow!"
The Sandlava rolled his eyes; having a warning was nice, but it was beyond corny. However, even with the warning, Six didn't have enough time to prepare himself. The first thing that came to his mind was a water hose, as if someone had inserted one into his anus and turned it on to full force, and the sounds compared to squeezing his fingers in a jar of jelly. Everything felt so much wetter, and it only grew wetter with each squirt; his hips were drenched, his crotch and sack all coated, his legs tickled as the fluid trickled down his matting fur, and his insides more slippery than wet rubber on tiled floor. His hips squirmed violently, the feeling rather bizarre, his insides molested with both a hard, throbbing shlong and a gush of thick, warm liquid; if he could pull himself away, he would have, but the Flammie's grip remained firm, ensuring that he would take the full blunt of his powerful orgasm, and take all of it he did. When the gush eventually slowed to its inevitable stop, Six thought he could relax finally, only to 'oof' again as the Flammie collapsed on top of him carelessly. There was some comfort to be had in feeling this sort of weight on his shoulders, his 'partner' spent, breathing heavily against his muzzle. Then again, Six thought, he had to keep in mind that this, no matter how good it felt, wasn't exactly a good thing. With the Flammie tuckered out from the looks of it, the Sandlava thought now would be the best time at trying to get away...
But then another strange feeling came over him, the same feeling as before when the Flammie somehow forced him to change into what he was now. And soon enough, his body began to change once again, engulfed in bright whiteness that twisted and molded his body structure. The changes weren't as drastic as they were earlier; his spines were a bit thicker and longer, and his body in general simply grew in size, much like how a Quilava changes into a Typhlosion. Though his cosmetics were not amazingly different, Six could definitely feel quite a few less obvious changes. For one, the resting Flammie on his back didn't feel so heavy anymore...
"Hmm...I wonder..." he muttered, shifting his paws and hindpaws, preparing to throw himself over.
And he did. It didn't give Six the results he wanted, only managing to surprise the Flammie by rolling the both of them over instead of throwing the beast off of him. The rolls were almost reversed, the Sandphlosion - his now evolved form - lying his back atop the Flammie. From here, Six noted that the two of them were almost the same size, with him being only slightly bigger.
"The hell?" the Flammie exclaimed, throwing his arms around Six's waist to try and regain control over him.
With his newly acquired strength, Six could actually fight back. He death-gripped the Flammie's wrists, growling menacingly as he heaved with all of his might, which proved to be much more than he needed. In an instant, he pried the Flammie's arms free from his waist and scooted himself back, almost shuddering as he felt the dragon's member slide out of him with a loud, wet pop. There was a small scuffle between the two creatures, but soon enough, the Sandphlosion was in control for the first time. Bracing his forepaws against the Flammie's arms and straddling his legs along the Flammie's waist, Six completed his reversal, pinning the large dragon with both his weight and his strength. His tail swished involuntarily, unable to hold still from the tingling sensations in his anus; aside from being mildly sore, his back door was also being metaphorically tickled by leaking semen, smearing his assailant's burnt, gold scales.
"You...you-"
"Changed again? Looks to me like you somehow have a bit an influence on other people's transformations," Six interjected, undeterred by the dragon's continuous wriggling, save for his still bouncing stiffy drumming against the Flammie's belly. He took a moment to examine both the Flammie and himself again, noting their differences in size was no longer significant. "You are smaller than Incog...he'd still be at least a foot taller than me even now, not to mention jealously bigger down South-"
"Shut up!" the dragon roared, his vigor suddenly multiplying.
The scuffle resumed as the Flammie braced his hindpaws against Six's waist, turning to the side and attempting to kick the Sandphlosion off of him. It worked, so to speak, but Six's strong hold on the Flammie's wrists only threw the dragon over with him, sending the both of them tumbling off of the bed and onto the soft carpet floor. From here, the Flammie would try to regain control over his victim, but try as he might, the Sandphlosion was just too strong in his current form. The Flammie held out for only a few moments before being turned over again, back in the same position before when the two of them were on the bed just moments ago.
"And weaker, I might add! Where's your unnatural strength that I though all Flammies had-"
"Gah, shut up!"
If there was one thing the Flammie hated, it was being compared to Incog in an almost demeaning manner; not that he cared who was better than who, but he still didn't like being told he was the lesser of the two in any way, shape or form. Trying once more to kick Six off of him, the Flammie braced his hindpaws against the Sandphlosion's chest, heaving with all of his might to force his would-be victim off of him. Despite his strength, Six wasn't particularly heavy and was therefore flung off, but he caught himself against the wall, merely bouncing himself off of it with a small hop and landing rather gracefully on the floor. The Flammie took this chance to get back on his feet, standing upright on his hinds, and charged for Six with an unconvincing battle cry. He sloppily flailed his claws at the Sandphlosion, finding himself in a similar situation once more, both wrists skillfully caught by Six. He pulled and flung his arms as best as he could, but the Sandphlosion's grip was just too powerful to break free.
"Ever heard of 'what goes around cums around?' And yes, I did say 'cum,' mr Flammie~" Six asked, his tone a mixture of playful and threatening. "You didn't exactly leave me satisfied, you know."
"Unhand me you pun-mmph!"
Not entirely able to finish his sentence, the Flammie's muzzle was clamped shut after Six quickly snatched a hold of it, a bit rough in his motions as he rammed the dragon into one of the walls and held him against it. This, of course, freed one of the Flammie's arms, which he made quick use of to try and pry the Sandphlosion's paw off of his mouth, but again, to no avail. Six's godly grip was something to behold, the sheer force of his closed fingers almost bruising the Flammie's muzzle. He grumbled and shook his head violently in vain and, for the first time, started to feel a bit helpless. Had he been able to, the Flammie would have yipped, but instead only managed to jump, as he suddenly felt his hip grabbed and firmly squeezed not once, but three times.
"You could use a bit more muscle down here," Six chuckled, curling his paw further down until it hooked under the Flammie's tail.
Six's paw neared the Flammie's vent, causing the dragon to tense up, his entire form gone rigid and his tail defensively angling inward to try and cover his exit. It worked well enough for a short time, until the excitement tripped him up, his swished tail tripping his own hindpaws and causing him to stumble sideways. The two of them toppled, Six being on top again, the Flammie's muzzle still trapped in his paw and his hinds nestled along the base of the Flammie's tail. Lying forward, Six settled his form on top of his host's, gripping the dragon's arm with his other paw, idly wriggling to counter the Flammie's struggling.
"I won't be too long," said the Sandphlosion, cutting off his words by licking once at the Flammie's neck, "I'm already almost there~"
Giving the Flammie little chance to retaliate this time, Six made quick work with his positioning, maneuvering his bobbing erection patiently until its tip wedged itself within the Flammie's vent. The Flammie groaned preemptively in disapproval, his tail thumping loudly against the floor and his legs both kicking frantically; that groan soon became muffled roar, his eyes shooting open widely before squeezing shut. His body went rigid again, feeling his vent spread to accommodate for the unwanted intrusion. Unlike the Flammie, Six's shaft was very much dry, slicked only by the very small coating of his own pre that only covered the majority of his member's tip. Once past that, however, the sailing was anything but smooth, but despite the lack of moisture, Six's plunge went along uncomfortably smoothly for the Flammie. Every push translated into another groan, each groan consecutively greater, and a growing resistance to Six's progression, despite the Flammie's efforts all being for nothing.
"And you said I," Six started, interrupted with another harsh thrust, "was the tight one!"
In a last ditch effort, the Flammie threw himself over again, rolling the pair onto their sides and pushing away with all of his limbs. He shivered, feeling the mostly dry, lengthy rod begin to pop out of his vent, but his moment of simple relief quickly ended. Six reacted quickly to the maneuver, using the Flammie's momentum against him to continue their roll until they wound up back in the same positions yet again. Insertion was much faster this time around as he knew where to aim, hurling his hips forward and successfully jamming the greater half of his member back inside of the Flammie, who whined and shot his body upward, only to have it forcefully slammed back onto the floor.
"You're only making this take longer than it needs to, my man," said Six, shaking the Flammie's muzzle as he spoke.
To ensure that the Flammie could tell that Six was enjoying himself, the Sandphlosion aligned his cheek with the Dragon's, his maw tucked into the Flammie's large ear. The Flammie couldn't ignore the sounds coming from Six's mouth; his fierce grunts, his disturbing moans, his hot breath, his occassional comments. Not to mention all of the intense action going on in the back, there was no way for the Flammie to try and blot out anything the two of them were feeling, and it was beginning to bother him. His erection still stood proud, rattling happily it seemed between their bellies, a sign that his body was enjoying the notion far more than his mentality was, and the only thing reminding him of how much he truly wasn't enjoying the action was the pain in his hips. But even then, the pain wasn't unbearable, by no means overcome by pleasure, but in all honesty, he'd been through worse, he thought. With his mind racing as it was, the Flammie hadn't realized that he was already being humped in a rapid but steady pattern, his hips frequently slapped by Six's loins; he'd already been hilted, and once he realized this, the dragon couldn't keep himself from shuddering every time Six hilted him afterwards.
"That's better. Less groaning, more moaning," Six uttered softly, giving the Flammie's inner ear a slow, soft lick.
Indeed, the Flammie's muffled roars had more or less turned into harsh groans, discomfort still apparent in his tone, but far less anxious. But no matter how much his body 'didn't dislike' what was happening to it, the Flammie refused to let his mentality agree. He continued to squirm, unsure if it was because he hated this, or if it was because of how alien the feeling of having something so strong and dry, or at least, used to be dry, massing and probing his inner hips. It was much slicker down there now than he recalled, and he could only describe it as something...wormy...snaking in and out of his vent, stimulating his virgin anus in ways he never anticipated would happen. His tail swayed in random patterns, moving slowly and quickly interchangeably, giving Six a false sense of enjoyment from the dragon.
"How does it feel, man?" Six asked, his voice gentler than before, his thrusts slower but longer.
And then it happened. What seemed like a very long time to the Flammie was all but less than a minute, considerably faster than when the dragon had his turn; Six's orgasm came in multiple bursts, causing the Flammie to go rigid once more as warm, slick fluids splashed against his insides. He shuddered, feeling the escaped liquids mat his fur and trickle down his stiff tail, and he yipped-his maw finally free-as Six suddenly removed himself from the dragon and sat on his belly.
"Well? That wasn't so bad, was it?" Six asked, taking a moment to look back at the Flammie's member and chuckling at its fast twitching. "Didn't quite get off a second time, eh? Well, I think I can fix that..."
The Flammie held his tongue, knowing full well how capable the Sandphlosion was of overpowering him again. As much as he wanted to protest, he decided not to, continuing to lay there with his limbs tucked in submissively, letting Six resume having his way with the dragon. However, the Sandphlosion's next course of action took the Flammie by surprise; his eyes shot open again, his nethers consumed in a familiar wave of pleasure. Six had taken his seat on his host's rod, encasing the mass of muscle inside of his furry hips again, his paws planted on the Flammie's chest and his legs saddling the dragon's waist. Fatigued but not worn out, the Sandphlosion bounced slowly, groaning as traces of his orgasm made itself known on the Flammie's chest fur, almost blending in with its bright tint. With the Flammie so close to his second climax, Six knew that this would be incredibly short, taking advantage of the dragon's extended moment of weakness.
"What's your name, my man?" he asked quietly after leaning forward, flicking his tongue along the dragon's nose.
"R-Randal...it's Randal..." the Flammie huffed, finding it hard to keep his tongue retracted.
"Randal~"
Six's tail wagged slowly, the sides of his hips being held by Randal's paws as the Flammie faintly bucked into the Sandphlosion's intimate lap dance. Merely seconds later and a second tier of semen coated Six's insides, all the while he completely lay forward, nestling his head under Randal's chin and resting his arms along the sides of Randal's chest. The Flammie didn't expect any sort of affection, but he could care less, more focused on the burning sensation his loins were feeling, the last remnants of his second, smaller climax quickly fading away. He didn't return the affection, almost turned off by the notion, looking away towards the bed to hide his embarrassment. His emotions were jumbled now, mixed between hatred, lust, and content.
"Gah, get off of me, you..." Randal paused, blinking twice to ensure he wasn't seeing things, "punk?"
The third time that day, Six transformed, though this time into one of his previous forms: human. His fiery hair was back, his spines gone from his back save for the two pairs on his wrists, and most of all, his smooth, soft, naked flesh that the Flammie adored.
"Whoa," the young man said, sitting up and reaching behind him. "Wake up call...human hips aren't all that flexible."
Six scooted forward, letting what remained lodged inside of his hips pop out. He then yawned and stood, stretching his entirety before heading to the bed where his shorts and torn shirt still lay. Six couldn't simply put on his clothes, however, his hips and thighs stained with the outcome of his sessions with Randal. He halfheartedly wiped as much of it off as he could using the bedsheets and then proceeded to put his clothes back on; his shirt looked incredibly tacky being torn as it was, but it would have to do for now, he thought.
"You could have just asked," the boy said, straightening his shirt the best he could. "I would have said yes." And then he let himself out of the room, closing the door behind him.