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This is a short story I wrote when I had a few spare hours. It's not my usual style, so hopefully there's someone who enjoys this :) Let me know in the comments. It contains M Human x M Charizard.

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I'm not even sure how it started.

He was an enthusiastic young Charmander, full of life and a bright, flaming tail. I'd hatched him from an egg, and decided that he would be the one who would help me with the family business. I'm a postman, you see, delivering mail to all those in Hoenn with a need to communicate. Parcels and packages, letters and invitations... something I had been doing for a few years now, inheriting the family business.

The intention had been to make our service even better. We had plenty of flying Pokémon to handle the long hauls, but having a Charizard on the team would enable me to reach even the most remote of places. Deliver to those who normally couldn't get mail because of their difficult locations... something my father would have approved of, I'm sure. Charmander eggs sure were rare though, and looking down at the fiery ball of Pokémon before me I felt a sense of pride.

It was a year before he evolved. Despite not being able to fly, Charmander had always been eager to help, following alongside me or sitting in the basket of my bike as I casually rode to nearby towns. It was peaceful... his company was invaluable, and I'd spend long hours talking to the little guy as we travelled. He never spoke any of my language, but I could tell he understood, and we formed a close bond.

I watched as he transformed that day, his small little frame extending upwards in a brilliant blaze of light. Standing before me was a strong looking Charmeleon, stoic and strong. I smiled outwardly; I was one step closer to my goal for sure, even if he wouldn't fit in my basket anymore. But I remember... those eyes. As I gazed at him for the first time in his new body, the playful, young Charmander had somehow gained a focused, intimidating glare. My smile faltered, but I congratulated him anyway. He was still the same inside, right?

That night, after the deliveries had been made, he sat down at the end of my bed on his usual spot (albeit with less room than before). I had an uneasy sleep as I felt his watchful gaze staring over me, the Pokémon choosing to simply stare in silence than curl up and rest as usual. When I awoke the next morning, he was still in that same position, staring. I asked him if anything was wrong, and he snorted a little and looked away. I was worried.

Another year passed, running the same for the most part. Charmeleon followed me along, carrying his own heavy sack of mail, but light conversation was no longer easy. He seemed so much more... withdrawn. I wondered if it was because of something I'd done, or whether evolving just made Pokémon get grouchier. I did my best to care for him all the same; he was my Pokémon, and maybe as a Charizard his personality would change once again. As I slept I was all too often aware of his gaze, lingering over me. I liked to think he was just protective; caring for his trainer. I couldn't be sure.

He evolved again while I was away; a long trip which involved a lot of water. He could take care of himself at home for a few days. Opening the door was quite the shock; I expected a rather grumpy-looking Charmeleon, and what I stood face-to-face with was much more surprising. As a Charizard he was fearsome; powerful muscles, a huge belly, long teeth and a bulky, flaming tail. I stepped back in a combination of surprise and fear, before recognising him as my own Pokémon. I hadn't expected a Charizard to be so... so overwhelming.

He simply stood there, watching. I inched around him after a cheerful greeting, telling myself that he was still the same Pokémon, that he was just Charmander with a big body. I made some dinner for the two of us (a bigger serving for him) and we sat down in the living room in silence. His flame illuminated the whole room, and he continued to openly stare at me, as though he was frustrated. I could see it now in his large, expressive eyes: my Pokémon was frustrated with me. For what reason, I didn't know.

I left him for a little bit, cleaning the dishes in the kitchen as I thought about my dream Pokémon. Would he even let me fly on him? He seemed so... so unhappy. Yet I've never done anything but show him love, care and attention. It made me rather sad. I wondered if there was any professional who could tell me what was going on; I was sure I'd seen happy Charizards before. Putting away the last dish, I put down my towel and decided it would be prime-time for some sleep, to think on it.

Entering my bedroom, I was surprised to see him sitting there on the end of my bed. He seemed so large now, that I knew I would have to find some kind of other place for him to sleep. I mentioned this to him, and he barely even acknowledged it; just a light shake of his head. He seemed... forlorn now, something I hadn't seen. A huge mass of dragon on the end of my bed, looking half-depressed, and half-annoyed. I felt despair; why was he being like this? Why wouldn't he just cheer up?

The answer to that, it seemed, would change my life. He didn't move from my bed when I asked, looking up at me, his eyes changing from frustration to a small, but somehow vibrant sparkle. I stepped back; was he going to attack me? I could barely follow his motions as my newly-evolved dragon rose and strode towards me, footsteps echoing in the house. A firm grip held me; I was powerless to stop him as he pulled me towards my own bed. I'll admit I was afraid; a vague fear of being attacked by my own Pokémon lingering in my mind.

What came next was not violent, but it hit me harder than any assault ever could. My back hit the mattress, the fire-type's lingering gaze he had once held gone, replaced by a... an intensity I hadn't seen. As he pressed his muzzle against my lips, his bulky body standing over me almost protectively, I could see that flicker inside... my Charmander...

It didn't even occur to me to resist; confused, my mind vaguely registered I was being kissed and not mauled. It hardly mattered... his eyes... my breath caught in my lungs. He pulled back, judging my reactions, weighing up how his owner would react to being kissed by a Pokémon. My stare lingered, my turn to look at him with frustration... with regret. Had this been it all along? Had my Pokémon felt withdrawn... unhappy, because what he wanted most he couldn't have? He couldn't ask for?

I cannot remember what was running through my mind after that moment, my Charizard standing over my bed, the bed he had slept at the end of so many nights. His warm tail... having flickered peacefully in the darkness, now flared with his emotions, burning brightly as he looked at me. I could see his fear... a fear of losing me. Of betraying my trust. Now I knew the source of his problems... problems beyond what any normal solution could be called upon; a taboo, a Pokémon falling in love with his owner.

Reason fled my body as I reached up to cup his jaw, my lips meeting his own in an awkward imitation of a regular human kiss. His own surprised at the returned gesture nearly mirrored that of my own actions, but I no longer cared. He was magnificent... the dream Pokémon, a dragon of beauty, strength and majesty. Social norms be damned... I wanted him.

I loved him.

How much I loved him... well, I'm embarrassed to admit. His jaw was strong, his warm breath and comforting tail surrounding me with comforts I had always desired. My hands trailed over his firm neck, that rounded belly, his leathery wings... I was caressing him in ways that I knew were beyond simple appreciation. He seemed to notice too, a warm chuckle-like sound building in the back of his throat as my digits stroked his body. Another kiss followed, full of passion and vigour, my heart beating rapidly, my cheeks flustered and red.

How I ended up on my knees I would never know. The soft carpet pressed into my kneecaps as I looked up at my dragon, his gaze now almost as evasive as my own. We did not lock eyes; there was no need, we both knew what was to transpire. Our connection was too strong; flaring too brightly... it would need to be tempered. It had to be tempered. My hands wandered to places they shouldn't be, his grunt of satisfaction evident as I touched him in a way I had never considered. By the look on his face, he had, many times before.

I hadn't ever thought about my preferences... such things had never come up. Males, females... I had never procured interest from either. As my eyes lowered from his masculine jaw, I flushed hotter than I would have thought possible when I glimpsed his pride for the very first time. He was a dragon alright, showing the traits of a dragon in that region you would come to expect. He was beautiful... filling out in my hand as I tenderly stroked him, caressing his most intimate possession with the care it deserved.

I knew now this had been what he wanted since he had evolved into a Charmeleon. He had sat at the end of my bed, looking at me... desiring me, for a year now. Whether he wanted to go this far or not... well, I would find out. His small grunts as I applied light pressure told most of the story. How he could make my hands so sticky... his smell so raw, so male, so intoxicating. I kept my gaze firmly on him; he would get all my attention until the job was done. I could solve his problem... I could satisfy his needs.

My experience was little, but my eagerness was unbounded. My hands performed their duty, working upon his desire with slow, firm movements, the carpet becoming sticky with his excitement. I did what I could for the one I loved, but my arms soon grew heavy, his staying power proving too great for the mere attentions of human fingers. His texture was unforgettable; soft and supple yet somehow firm and strong, the masculinity of a fully-evolved dragon etched into the deepest recesses of my mind.

My hands fell to my side, unable to complete their work alone. I could almost feel the expectant stare from above, his grunts and groans ceasing along with my efforts. But I was far from concession; I could not disappoint him... I could not fail him. My head was filled with his scent, my heart filled with emotions beyond simple description, my own need straining within. Somewhere in my mind I admitted this was not just for his pleasure.

At what point I took him into my mouth, I cannot remember. It was no simple feat; he was a big dragon, and the rest of him followed the same rules. I could only manage a small amount, but I did so with dedicated enthusiasm. If his smell had been rich, his taste...

The feeling, the flavour... it was memorable. It makes me blush to consider it; my mouth providing my Pokémon, my companion, with a long-needed release. My abilities were limited; a lack of skill and his size providing a difficult barrier, but the heat, smoothness and that constant fluidic oozing upon my tongue keeping my enthusiasm high. I took him in a little further, the rumbling from deep in his chest intensifying as I provided him with more and more satisfaction. I loved it, as I loved him, and my hands returned to work upon what my comparably small mouth could not.

I had to swallow regularly; he was a leaky one, that much was certain. It was no longer mere saliva which coated the insides of my mouth, and the change was a welcome one. Deep down inside, I knew I wanted to bear his mark... to have his scent, his taste linger upon my body.

My eyes finally met his, my upwards glance meeting his downward one. The feeling that washed over me was intense, and I cherished the connection with my lover. I couldn't look away from his handsome face, his possessive stare, standing over me like I knew he always wanted. I knew I would always be here for him, and would likely spend many more days down on my knees. I couldn't even look away as his tail twitched, his mighty frame shuddering and his eyes glazing over in sheer bliss as he reached his inevitable peak.

I'm not even sure the thought of backing off ever crossed my mind; from the moment I set to work, I acknowledged the fact his relief would be within me. My lips sealed firm as he emptied himself, years' worth of pent-up lust spilling from within his body and pouring down my more-than-willing throat. To say I loved it would be an understatement; I was savouring his need in its most pure form, his body opening up to me in a way it would for no other, not now, not ever. My throat contracted again and again as I struggled to accept what he was offering, my mind spinning from the sudden rush of emotion, flavour and filling.

His expression was absolute; one of ownership, one of love. I knew as well as he did that I belonged to him now, just as much as he belonged to me. A small trail of his freshly-procured essence connected his tip to my lips as he withdrew, a satisfied look upon his face as he sat back on the edge of my bed, his chest rising and falling heavily as he simply stared at me. On my knees, my belly filled with the spent need of my partner, I simply rested against the side of the bed. I could feel his gaze upon me even still, but it was no longer the one of frustration he once wore.

Unbeknownst to him, I had not quite taken down all of his emissions. My tongue gently swirled the last mouthful of his life-giving gift around the edges of my mouth, over and under my tongue, covering it completely. My pants were uncomfortably tight as I finally gave in and allowed that gooey lust to join the rest of its kind within my gut. I looked at him and smile, and was pleased to see the expression returned; my little Charmander was finally the big, majestic partner I had always wanted him to be.

Minutes passed in silence, affording me time to climb onto the bed and lie down. Nobody would ever know as I delivered the mail upon my Pokémon's back that the reverse would be true come nightfall. As his claws gently removed the last of my restrictive clothing, I rolled onto my front and gently offered myself to him. I smiled and closed my eyes, breathing into the pillow as my Pokémon, my lover, claimed me as his own.

The mail... could wait.