Ember to Inferno
This was one of my experimental pieces and was meant to be poetic. Rereading it I think it was a failure. There was also a challenge to find an extract from a poem in here but I can't remember what the poem was so no point trying.
Ember to Inferno
By: Rakuen Growlithe
Disclaimer: Do not read if you are under 18. Do not read if you dislike pokemon sex. I do not own pokemon. I do own this storyline so don't copy it.
A young growlithe by the name of Flameshot had lived peacefully until, like a satellite wrenched from its orbit, he was cruelly taken from his home by the members of team rocket and enslaved to serve their twisted wills. Whilst in that dark part of his night a light shone down upon him like the pale illumination the stars afford the silent night. That light took the form of Firaga, a beautiful female flareon who took an interest in Flameshot and eventually helped him to escape from the torture chambers, known as Team Rocket's base. Now they roam, as free as the endless wind that sweeps the face of the earth as it revels in its eternal dance.
Flameshot moaned gently and stirred as Firaga's tongue ran softly over his muzzle, bringing with it a feeling akin to being stroked with a piece of the softest velvet, leaving behind a glittering trail of saliva that sparkled in the early morning sunrise like the milky way following its path through the heavens. Flameshot opened his black eyes and gazed happily at his mate. She was standing in front of him, her body shielding his eyes from the direct rays of the sun that climbed the sky behind her. The light shone through the thinner fur bordering her perfect body, surrounding her with a glowing, orange outline that made Flameshot imagine her as an angel descending from heaven to bless him. "Morning," Firaga greeted, looking down at her mate lovingly. "Morning," replied Flameshot, returning the greeting before climbing to his feet and pressing his muzzle to hers. She gasped in pleasure and her hot breath caressed Flameshot's face, soothing him with both its touch and scent. It was a scent he knew well and would never forget, a scent others might find unpleasant but to him his mate's breath was sweeter than any flower's perfume and her beauty far outstripped any other pokemon. To compare her with another would be to compare a rainbow formed by the spray of an enormous waterfall with a small, nondescript speck of dirt. As their tongues entwined in a passionate greeting, filled with their pure love, he tasted her mouth and marvelled at it. Not even the juiciest piece of meat would be sufficient to entice his taste buds when he could have her mouth. "I love you," murmured Flameshot as he reluctantly separated from Firaga. "I know," she replied, "And I love you. Come. Let's get something to eat." She nuzzled his face, cheek rubbing against cheek, before leading him away from where they had spent the night.
As long as they were together there was nothing to restrain the two lovers. Flameshot and Firaga had no home now and were content to drift in the manner of the tumbleweed until they reached a destination that would hold their attention. They were like drops of water rolling along a world of wax, nothing to hold them back, going where they chose and moving as one, freely. Firaga led the hunt; both because she was the stronger of the pair and also because Flameshot delighted in hanging back to watch her move. Every gesture she made, every muscle-contraction that sent her thick fur rippling fascinated him and he was loathe to miss a second of it. Firaga enjoyed the attention, after all what female would complain if their mate demanded little save to admire them, and would on occasion flick her tail aside to give her mate a teasing glance at her treasure. Upon spying their prey she would signal silently to Flameshot and he would move forward, in line with her so they could whisper their plan to seize their prey. They hunted well together already having a planned strategy to prevent arguments at the crucial moment. Moving like a precision made Swiss watch, the two would split up until they were on opposite sides of their prey. Unaware of the danger, their target would continue to go about its business just like the constant ebb and flow of the sea. Then the two would strike, fast as a pidgeot and as deadly as a gyrados. Each would fire a flamethrower, trapping their victim between two walls of burning death, before advance rapidly. Usually the prey was completely stunned by the sudden attack and offered little resistance as their jaws closed over its neck and bled it dry. This time was no exception and the selected mareep was dead in seconds.
Flameshot and Firaga were eating, leaning next to each other with their fluffy, cream-coloured tails playfully flicking each other and trying to pin the other down. It was this same feeling that had permeated their whole free lives; comfort, security, love and happiness. Neither had any intention to leave the other, ever, and both knew that. As they ate their meal their bodies shook slightly as they both maintained a pleasurable growl that soothed them like the sound of softly falling rain "You've got some blood on your lips," giggled Firaga after they finished their meal. "Do I," asked Flameshot, about to lick it off. "Wait," commanded Firaga, leaning forward. He stopped, knowing what she was going to do but pretending not to for the fun of it, "What?" "Let me do it." He closed his eyes, lost in the bliss as her tongue danced over his lips as it had done many times before. He never tired of the feeling. Whether he gave the pleasure or received it didn't matter; it was all a manifestation of the deep affections they held for one another. When Firaga stopped, Flameshot gazed into her deep eyes that sparkled, like a cut gem, with happiness.
"Is it gone?" he asked, grinning. "It looks like it," she answered, turning away. Flameshot's brow furrowed in confusion and his two ears dipped slightly. He'd expected her to continue like they always did. Continue until they joined their bodies. Isn't that what she'd wished for? He was sure there had never been any blood on his muzzle so he didn't know what was happening. "..." he opened his mouth to say something but he couldn't think of anything to say. Firaga glanced back at him and saw the adorable look of confusion that covered his face. She grinned and giggled at him. "I was only playing. Don't look so sad," she explained, "In fact I think it would be best to examine your whole body. Just in case." A grin bloomed on his face like a flower set free from winter's clutches. "Go ahead," he offered, rolling onto his back and exposing his delicate underside to her. Unlike when it was done between many wild pokemon, Flameshot felt no fear or unease at exposing himself so completely. He knew no harm would come to him just as a cloud knew there was no harm releasing its waters to the earth; the rain would return unharmed and Firaga would not hurt her mate. She lowered her muzzle to his the thick, soft fur that covered his chest and breathed deeply of his strong, masculine scent. She pressed her nose through the protective fur to his warm skin underneath, causing him to shiver in anticipation. She blew some breath out her mouth and it gently parted his fur like a breeze parts the grass before she gave him a gentle nip. He yelped in surprise but the love bite didn't hurt at all it was merely a pleasant surprise such as one would experience upon finding the first spring flower. Firaga continued to explore Flameshot's body, her soft ministrations with both her teeth and tongue kept him whimpering and squirming in pleasure at every touch. She was just about to engulf his swelling rod inside her warm maw when a resounding explosion shook the ground. They both jumped up with the practised reflexes of a pokemon used to living in the wild where they could be attacked at any time. In the distance there was a massive column of flame rending the sky apart and rivalling the newly-risen sun in its brilliance.
What Flameshot and Firaga had seen, heard and felt was the eruption of a long-dormant volcano. Now, with the pent up fury of millennia, it burst forth in all its glory. The initial explosion tore the rock stopper that had sealed the chimney of the volcano and allowed the bright red lava to spray out into the air in the same way that blood would pour from the neck of a decapitated body. Ash and stones rained down on the surrounding land and crimson rivers snaked their way down from the peak of the volcano. After a period of time the roaring ceased and all fell silent as the storm had passed.
"What was that!" exclaimed Firaga. "I-I think it was a volcano," answered Flameshot. "Should we go and check it out? Maybe someone needs our help." "I guess. Let's go see." The two lovers were drawn to the site of the eruption as strongly as if it were a magnet and them a piece of iron. They did want to help if they could but they knew they wouldn't make it in time but still they wanted to go. It was more because they were fire-types and there is nothing on the planet more powerful than a volcano in terms of fire and heat. The power of a volcano was a peak to which all fire-types strove and there was little that would cause such a universal attraction to them as a recently erupted volcano.
When Flameshot and Firaga reached the volcano the next day it was almost completely deserted save for a few other fire types. They greeted the others politely but didn't stop to chat as they wanted to see inside the volcano. The ground was black and crunched underfoot and the air was filled with the smell of burning. Neither Flameshot nor Firaga had ever been to a volcano and they were amazed by the heat that was being emitted. It radiated through the air like a physical force pressing against them and even though they were used to high temperatures, certain parts of the lava were painfully hot to their touch. "This is pretty amazing," Flameshot managed to say in awe. "It is," agreed Firaga as they began climbing up the steep slopes to where they could see and entrance to the core of the volcano.
"Have you got protection from the heat?" asked a ninetails standing at the entrance to the volcano. "Not really," admitted Flameshot, "Do we really need it?" "Unless you two want to become little pieces of canine toast, yes you do," answered the ninetails bluntly. "But we don't have any techniques to protect us," stated Firaga, her voice tinged with disappointment, "Now what do we do? We really want to see the volcano." The ninetails smiled, "You young pokemon don't realise how dangerous the volcano can be. That's why I'm here; to look after my fellow pilgrims to the volcano. Stand still." The two pokemon obeyed the older ninetails. His eyes glowed like burning coals and then both Firaga and Flameshot felt something wash over their bodies and almost instantly the discomfort they'd felt disappeared. "What did you do?" asked Firaga. "I cast safeguard on you. It'll protect you from the heat. Just be careful, it won't last forever." "Thank you," said Flameshot gratefully dipping his head in respect. "Don't worry about it," insisted the ninetails, "Have fun." With a last thank you the flareon and growlithe entered the volcano as nonchalantly as it was any other cave.
The inside was a maze of tunnels formed of hard rock melted smooth by the lava that had recently burst forth. From place to place there would be small pools of bubbling magma that lit up the tunnels with their orange glow. "This place is beautiful," observed Firaga, "Imagine how wonderful it would be to live here." "If one of us new safeguard we could," murmured Flameshot. Firaga led Flameshot deeper into the volcano until they reached a larger cavern with an expansive magma pool which she eyed greedily. "How well do you think the technique works?" asked Firaga her voice layered with curiosity. "I don't know, why?" "I want to touch it," declared Firaga, standing at the edge of the pool the light from its surface reflected and scintillated in her two dark eyes. Flameshot came up beside her, "I don't know. It seems dangerous. Hey, Firaga!" Ignoring her mate she reached down with a paw and tentatively touched the thick red liquid. There was no explosion of pain but only a deep warmth that felt so good. "It doesn't hurt," she said. Flameshot whined uncertainly. "Let me go in," asked Firaga. "What!" "You can hold me and pull me out. Please!" she begged looking as cute as she could. There was no chance for Flameshot, he couldn't resist her expression. Her wide eyes melted his heart far more effectively than any lava and in the end his will caved in to her. "Fine," he muttered, embarrassed she had such control over him. She grinned widely as a meowth with a shiny, new coin and bent her head so he could take hold of her nape. He closed his mouth over the loose skin and fur behind her head as he often did during mating and held her over the magma. Living in the wild and eating well had allowed Flameshot to grow stronger and he was now quite capable of holding Firaga. "Okay," said Firaga, "Put me in, gently." He mumbled something but as he was holding her his voice was strangled as effectively as an arbok would to kill a rattata. He gently lowered her into the flaming pool of molten rock, listening attentively for any signs of distress. Firaga gasped in pleasure as the thick, hot liquid began to engulf her paws and seemed to pull her in deeper. She moaned in pleasure at the pressure it exerted and the warmth that now flowed into her body. Without the protection of the safeguard that the ninetails had bestowed upon her as she entered the volcano she would most certainly have been killed but now she was able to savour the forbidden fruit. Flameshot stopped when Firaga was up to her neck in the viscous, melted rock. "That feels so nice," sighed Firaga in contentment. She wriggled a bit to feel the magma flow over her body and found it very difficult to move her limbs through the thick steamy soup she found herself submerged in. It didn't bother her so she just lay back and closed her eyes feeling as though she were in a wonderful dream. Flameshot grunted with annoyance, rudely cutting her dream short as if it were a branch blocking the path of an explorer. "Oh sorry," she muttered, "You can pull me out if you're getting tired." Flameshot tugged on her skin causing her to wince in pain but it was necessary to pull her from the tenacious grip of the magma. As she was removed she felt colder, a feeling she'd never really experienced before in her life and the marvellous sensation of suction on her submerged vagina. She moaned loudly as her nether lips were slowly caressed by the warm fingers of the volcano. With a loud sucking sound Flameshot tore his mate free and the two collapsed on the flat stone alongside the magma pool. Flameshot tried to loosen up his tired jaw while Firaga lay on her back, the last remnants of lava slowly dripping of her body, rubbing her slit with a paw as she moaned loudly. "Don't say you prefer the volcano to me," joked Flameshot as she climaxed loudly beside him, her cries echoing throughout the chamber and probably audible much further away. She smiled back at him, letting her forelegs drop to her heaving chest, "Why don't you have a go and I'll tell you who's better."
Flameshot accepted as eagerly as a puppy would accept a walk and quickly positioned himself to start eating her out. His tongue darted from his mouth explore Firaga's own personal volcano, delving deeply into its tunnel and bringing back her lava as his prize. He drank all her sweet juice down as the scent of her arousal began to permeate the air and speed up the swelling of Flameshot's dick. "Oh please, Flame. I'm wet just take me," Firaga implored her mate. He lightly nipped her clitoris, eliciting a yip of pure pleasure form the willing female before him. Using one forepaw he rolled her onto her stomach and climbed onto her back, licking her left ear before gripping the scruff of her neck a second time that day. Firaga loved the feel of her mate's weight pressing down on her and it reminded her of the strong embrace of the lava but more than that she loved the light waves of pleasure flowing through her body as the tip of Flameshot's penis rested against her eager mound. Both pokemon's sex organs were oozing lubrication like a starved dog drooling at the sight of a bone. Flameshot just waited atop his mate letting her impatience increase to monumental proportions. "Come on just-" Firaga got no further because as she started to complain Flameshot thrust his entire length inside her in one smooth movement. They whined and groaned together in the throes of passion as their mixed juices leaked out onto the floor with every lustful extraction and insertion. Flameshot pumped as fast and as hard as he could, his movements fuelled by Firaga's loud sounds of pleasure as her cunt gripped his rock-hard dick with all the tenacity and strength of a kingler. "Harder, harder," moaned Firaga between each gasped breath. Flameshot just grunted through her fur, his feral growls shaking their bodies as their pleasure grew until it reached breaking point. At that final moment Flameshot released his grip on Firaga and howled his love for the world to hear. His body clicked; flooding his blood with hormones that gave him a natural high as his cum erupted from his cock and filled his lover's scorching cavern. Firaga writhed in absolute ecstasy as she was filled by fiery cum that felt as though it rivalled the heat of the volcano they were in. The pleasure drove her to her own orgasm, less powerful than the first but still strong enough to cause her to writhe and moan as she lost control of her body to the pleasure. Flameshot's knot had swelled to the size where it would be impossible to remove it so he collapsed on Firaga's back panting heavily. "So who's better?" asked Flameshot, licking her neck tenderly. "You are, love," she growled back before closing her eyes to recharge her body. Flameshot smiled and nuzzled her again before he too closed his eyes to wait for them to separate. But after that, as sure as a rock sent high into the air by a volcano's eruption, they would mate again and lay together, tied by their love.
The End