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Allan dried off his long, wet hair and stood in the shower, a good inch still pooling around his feet as he dried himself off, a toothbrush hanging from his mouth. Working the bristled head around in his mouth, he sloshed around the toothpaste, running his towel down his legs. Showers felt so good, he thought, as he looked down at the murky water. He'd jerked off in the shower; less mess. He hadn't been able to lately and he would kill someone before he'd go another day without it. Especially since it was his birthday, and he was not going to be sexually frustrated this day. Still drying himself off, he leaned over the sink and spat out his toothbrush, focusing on his dripping body. He was going to avoid his friends as long as possible; God knows they probably did something for him. He didn't want that, he was happy enough just being their friend. Hell, he already felt like he was the one that owed them!

Finally, when his entire body was scrubbed dry, he stepped out carefully, trying not to fall. Allan glanced at himself as the mirror when he stepped out, admiring the fog that covered it. He could still made out his rough, thin outline and his dark brown hair that almost looked black from the shower. If his friends were going to drag him somewhere, he might as well look clean.

As if sensing this, his phone rang, crying out and flashing the number of his friends. "Hey, sup?" He answered, not bothering to ask which of the twins it was.

"Happy birthday!" Mike chimed at him, Allan mumbling a thank you in response. "So, get your lazy ass down to the diner, we're gonna treat you to dinner." Holding back his arguments, for their sake, he heard Mike's twin have his input, too.

"And don't take to long." Ike, the young of the two, warned. "Or we'll just have to take care of Syl all by ourselves."

"Doubleteamed, a threeway without you." Mike snickered.

At that, Allan perked up, frowning from his end. "Hey, you don't get to have fun without me. Orgies are better than three ways. You two can be gay together without her until I get there."

"Well she's not here yet." Mike and Ike were nearly grinning on their end, he could hear it and sighed, reaching for his shirt and pulling it over his head, listening to them with quiet regard. "She should be here soon, though. Probably finishing stuff up, you know her. She's always working on stuff til the last minute. I bet she didn't get anything." Mike chuckled as Allan stepped into the hall, sifting over his boxers and jeans absentmindedly looking for something to wear that wouldn't fall off when he stood up. Thanks to his thin waist and long legs, things had issues fitting him. In a way, Allan almost hoped Sylvia didn't get him anything. She already did a lot for him, and he liked it, but he didn't feel he did a lot to deserve it. He hoped she didn't overdo it with what she got.

"Least it's better than what you two always get me." He commented, finding a promising looking pair of pants and pulling them on half assedly with one hand, using the other to hold the phone as he shrugged into them, squeezing his elbow against the half he pulled upon one side while yanking the other leg up with his free hand. "You two just mouth off for your birthdays, heh." He heard them argue but didn't listen, pulling the phone away from his ear a minute so he could zip up his jeans and scout out his belt. Grabbing it, he fastened it on, eyeing the shiny poke balls in the mirror and heaving a breath, watching himself in the mirror once over before grabbing the phone and finding he missed nothing.

"Hurry up and get over here," Mike groaned.

"Yeah," Ike grumbled. "If you don't get here we'll just eat without you." Allan ignored Mike's bow chica wow wow in the background as he tore a shirt from his hanger, trailing mutely down the stairs. The entire house was dully quiet.

"I'll be there in a moment, just need to get a shirt on and grab my wallet."

"Oh no no," Mike scolded. "You're not paying for stuff, idiot."

"Listen," Allan hissed, "I don't-"

"You're breaking up!" He heard Ike howl as his older brother gurgled and snarled, attempting to recreate static on there end. "Just meet us there, and we'll burn any money you bring! Happy Birthday." both of them started hissing and screeching, making Allan wince and hang up from the ringing in his ears. Sighing, he yanked his shirt over his slender body, the shirt hanging loosely from his body while he pocketed his keys, shaking his head and closing the door behind him and flicking off the lights. The only sound left in the house the water droplets pattering onto the wooden floor.

Allan was walking on the street, admiring the warm heat around him when he saw a figure ling themselves at him from the corner of his eyes. "GRAH!" The form rammed into him, flinging him to the ground as he tumbled into the grass, grappling shortly with his attacker and then gripping the assailant and clinging to them.

"Hey baby, just can't get enough of me, huh?" He grinned up at the blushing, embarrassed face of his friend Sylvia. She clung harder and hugged him, trying to hide her face in his shoulder.

"Cheater, you weren't scared at all." She mumbled into his wet hair as Allan wrapped his arms around her, ignoring the whispers and stares of passerby's. Instead, he chuckled at her words, enjoying the feel of grass beneath him.

"Cheater?" He hugged her and huffed. "You're the one who attacked me. Out of nowhere, just flying in like a crazy beedrill." He laughed when she hugged him tighter, feeling her face heat against him. "Aww, you all shy now?"

"No." She huffed at him, pulling away and working herself into a sitting position on his waist, frowning at him. "How'd you know it was me?"

"Well, for one I haven't made near enough enemies to be jumped. And for two, who jumps someone in public and shouts...? Really, it wasn't hard to tell it was you. I'm only surprised I didn't see it before that and duck. Then you woulda been the only one tumbling, mm?" She crossed her arms and stuck her tongue out at him, but Allan was already grinning from watching a few people point at them and whistle.

"You couldn't have avoided it." She promised him, Allan watching as a few guys gave him thumbs up and egged him on partially, some adults shaking their heads but still stealing glances to see if they'd do anything else.

"But then it wouldn't look like you were straddling me in public." He giggled, amused by her just now noticing the whispers and looks. Embarrassed, she tried to get off of him but Allan grabbed her sides, her stumbled looking like thrusting toward him. "Oh yesss..." He moaned heatedly, watching Sylvia's terror stricken face from a cracked open eye and the interested watch of some people.

It wasn't long before she fought his hands up and stood, and she looked upset, scowling at him with chocolate eyes beneath her bangs. She only caught his glance to glare before walking off, Allan trailing behind her.

"Awee...don't be mad, hun." He murmured to her, "You were the one who started it, and you know you liked it." Teasing, he wrapped his arms around her waist and hugged her. Understandably, she tried to shrug him off but only made him hug her tighter.

"I'll let it go this time." She grumbled reluctantly, though Allan heard he forgiveness in her half assed angry tone. She couldn't stay mad at anyone; let alone him. "But just because it's your birthday!" She chided. Allan ignored that and nuzzled the back of her head.

"Awwee...you know you loves me."

Her resigned sigh made him giggle and release her, walking beside her to meet up with the twins.

They were already standing there, waiting like he thought they'd be. He ignored their hoots at why they took so long and opened the door to the restaurant for Sylvia and she thanked him softly as they all trailed in. Though he'd been opposed to the idea, Allan found himself enjoying himself from the taste of the food to the fry Sylvia flicked into a waiter. Even the twin's fighting about who could drink their slurpees fast enough. He was just sipping his drink when he felt Sylvia's hand rest on his and hold it.

They were in a booth, Mike and Ike being sugar pumped idiots on one side, them being on the other. So, neither of them could see what Sylvia did. He was sure that's why she did it so they wouldn't bug her, or him by default, over the whole act. He looked up to her and she snickered at him. He rolled his eyes at her, squeezing her hand back briefly before folding them on top of the table. It was beginning to get dark outside, he noted. He guessed that was what happened when you were having fun. Ike picked up the tab as they all parted, wishing him a happy birthday and poking fun at Sylvia for not getting Allan anything. She threatened to kill them so they ran off, laughing and grinning.

"Come on, let's take a walk before everything gets too dark." She urged him, looking around at all the tall trees as they worked their way through the park, pidgeys chirping and flying overhead as the sound of crying spearows filled their ears when the two groups fought over the remains of breadcrumbs someone must have thrown before for them. "So...the big two oh, feeling any different?"

Allan shook his head. "Nah, feel the same as always. Just as single and just as skinny as last year."

"You're just not trying hard enough," She scolded, "You worry too much and people feel that. Plus, there's no problem being skinny, girls are into that, anyway."

"Not if they're sticks." He countered, turning to her. He was taken off guard as she hugged him, resting her head against his chest. He wrapped an arm around her, not sure what brought the sentiment on.

"I'm into sticks." She mumbled to him, leaning up and kissing his lips. Allan hesitated briefly but kissed his friend back, his hands settling on her waist as she pulled away and he kissed her instead, both of them uneasy but willing.

"Is this my present?" He mumbled around her lips, gripping her rear tighter, groping it softly as he swiveled his head to hers, matching her lips and sucking lightly on them.

"Sorry, babe..." She whispered into his mouth, resting her hands on his midback, holding his chest closer as she continued to stand up on her toes and pressing into him with eager nuzzles as she parted lips and began biting his neck softly. He closed his eyes, sighing softly as he felt her teeth against his neck and her tongue running over his tan flesh. "Your present is even better." At that, Allan's hands squeezed her and he lowered his head to nip at her ears.

"Better than this, mm?" He heard her whimper from his nipping as she sucked his neck, shivering and holding him tighter with one hand. It took Allan a moan to figure out where the other hand was. It was soft and airy, but a moan nonetheless when he felt her left hand roaming the insides of his pants, cupping one of his balls and squeezing gently. "Hun, nothing could be better than this." He assured her, kissing her again as she tilted her mouth up to his. She was always so shy, what had brought this on? If this was the way that brought out her assertive side, he told himself through her rubbing fingers against him, he wished he had birthdays more often.

He felt her wrap a leg around him and he stumbled back a bit to a bench, their mouths still together as his friend wrapped her arm around him, still rubbing circles around his left sack, making him groan and flex in her grip. His pants already felt tight, and he felt her hand wrap around his thick shaft, stroking up and down it.

Allan held her tighter, feeling her legs rest on either side of him as she straddled his legs. Feeling himself begin to grow numb with the lust and feeling, he grabbed her chin, pulling her soft lips more against his, closing his eyes as he ran his tongue over them. He felt her shiver but oblige, parting her lips for him and pressing against him. He was finding her shy side again as he pressed his tongue into her mouth, nicking the roof of her mouth and hearing her moan. He moaned against hers as she rubbed up and down his cock.

His hands, having a mind of their own, found her breasts and squeezed them. At that, she squeaked and broke the kiss, cheeks red as she gripped his shaft harder in her hand. "I told you this wasn't your present." She teased him, grabbing his hands, pulling them down as he got a few more fondles and squeezes in.

"Then how much do I have to pay you to keep going?" He grinned as she turned red, breaking eye contact for a moment and removing her hand from his pants. His arousal sagged but was not deterred as he held her on his lap.

"Not all the money in the world," she mumbled, sitting up straighter. Allan pouted beneath her, feigning his best sad face. She leaned forward and kissed him softly. "You're gonna like this better." She set the orb in his hands and he looked down. It was a pokeball, the crimson and alabaster sides glistening in the darkness, reflecting the light from the lamp above the bench.

"Love," he leaned up and kissed her back, starting from her chin and working up. It seemed she was hesitant following her plan of this not being his present. She, too licked at his lips, pressing into his kiss. "As much as I love pokemon, I'd still rather have you here doing this than battling them." He felt her shudder with a laugh and kiss him, again, throwing her leg around his thigh so she was no longer on his lap.

"You'll like it." Nervousness? Is that what he sensed in her voice? He hoped he hadn't gone too far with her. They were just friends after all, no matter how many ‘I love yous' were thrown around very seriously. No, he told himself, she was the one who got into his pants. "I promise." She whispered in his ear.

"But I like you," He assured her back, looking at her brown eyes. "I promise, too. Even if we don't do anything, it's fine. You're a good enough present for me." She rolled her eyes and kissed him deeply, making his eyes nearly roll up as she pressed into him, her lips eagerly suckling on his, rubbing heatedly against him for a second.

"You keep reminding me why it is you're getting something much better. You're too modest, you're the greatest friend I could ever have, dummy." Allan went to argue but she silenced him. "No arguing. I have to get home anyway. You know my parents will kill me if I come home late." She scooted off the bench, looking at him as he sat there, puzzled.

"Bye, then?" He asked her, confused by all the mixed signals she kept sending him. She may have said she wasn't much of a woman, but damn if she didn't act like one half the time. It was hard when what she did had conflicting meanings she sent to both of his heads.

"Bye Allan, see you tomorrow." She lingered a bit, pausing and clasping her left wrist with her fingers. "I love you, Allan."

"I..." He smiled softly at her, his heart fluttering in his chest. Shy or not he couldn't deny he cared deeply for her. "I love you, too. Be careful getting home."

"I will, if anyone tries to hurt me, I have more pokemon." She patted her belt and grinned. Allan grinned back, despite his uncertainties. He didn't ask if she meant for him to borrow or keep this one, he'd ask her tomorrow, he thought as he watched her run off. He was confused enough right now, he'd have to try and sort it all out when he got home. He would have offered to walk her home but they lived in opposite directions and he needed to be getting home, too.

Standing and sighing, Allan trudged home, fingering the pokeball. He didn't understand why she would be the one to mess with him and then walk away. Did she get cold feet? She should know he wouldn't do anything to her unless he thought she wanted it, too. "Ahh, women are so confusing." He mumbled, yawning into the moist air and running his fingers through his long, brown hair and down to his goatee. No time to dwell on it, he told himself. Instead, he ran his fingers over the ball, polished and smooth. He was tempted to see what it was but shrugged it off; he wasn't interested in knowing at the moment.

Allan rolled his shoulders, spotting his house and gliding silently to his door, pausing at it to unlock it and step in. The stairs, creaky, were silent as he walked up them, not bothering to turn on the lights. Quietly, he stepped into the bathroom, flicking on the lights absentmindedly and turning the water on, splashing his face with it and shaking his mane or brown hair, droplets of water sliding down the strands and along his neck. He carefully pulled his hair from his neck and saw what looked like a bruise. Leaning to the mirror, he brushed his cascade of hair away, eyes widening at the red splotch left on his neck. He rubbed it for a sec, trying to see if he got something there before he chuckled, grinning. "Damn," he murmured, gliding his finger over it. She gave him a hickey, who woulda thought? At that discovery, he checked the other side of his neck; no marks. The rest of him was clear and unmarked. He grinned to himself as he peeled off his shirt, throwing it down on the bathroom floor and turning the lights off behind him, stepping into his room and flicking on the lamp on his desk, flopping down on his bed. Undoing the belt with his pokeballs, he set it on the cabinet next to him, taking Sylvia's pokeball and setting it in the middle of them, shining with a dull glow in the faint light of his lamp.

Turning over, he eyed it, his thin frame lithe but tall, his feet hanging off the end of the bed. He ignored it for the moment, tired but also unable to fall asleep. His mind was too flustered and he couldn't distance the actions of his friend from his mind. It made his mind lurch to awareness...among other parts of him.

Wriggling slightly, he worked his pants easily off his thin hips, running his left hand down his chest, counting the ribs before resting his hand on the fluff of his groin, black and curly unlike the fluffy brown hair on his head. He ran his fingers along it for a second before cupping his left ball and stroking it as he stared at the ceiling. He hadn't planned to jack off twice in the same day, but Sylvia had made him frustrated with everything that had happened and he needed a way to get off.

Closing his eyes, he inhaled, rubbing circles on the pale flesh, then down the length of his limp member. It tingled and made his hips jerk a bit as he stroked himself, the length swelling partially and beginning to arch upward with his strokes.

He sighed softly, squeezing the quickly hardening flesh in his hands, running his finger over the flesh and rubbing the head with his thumb, stroking over its length. As he flexed his long fingers around it, he felt it become more firm, spreading his fingers farther apart from the girth as he pumped up and down his thick length. Beginning to rock his hips gently into his flexing palm, he tried to imagine something, anything to get his mind off what was going on. But all he could picture was himself being seduced by Sylvia. He had to admit, though, it made his insides flood even more with warmth and his shaft harden, it wasn't what he wanted to imagine.

It was her fault, he grunted, stroking up and down faster, rubbing the soft head with each pumping thrust. She started it, so he felt no guilt as he imagined it was her hands stroking him off, her body rubbing against his as he held her in his arms, pressing into her, holding her and pushing into her, pumping faster and rolling his hips into it, breath hitching as he groaned, feeling himself swim in the throes of pleasure, his insides bubbling with heat as he bucked his hips into his left hand, squeezing and rubbing the head, the tip dripping pre, running down has hand and seeping between his gripping fingers.

Allan was too into it to notice, though, feeling his entire body arch to his hand, clenching his teeth as he stroked along the throbbing flesh, squeezing and flexing his fingers around his proud six inches, fully erect and arching, the head feeling warm, balls flopping softly in the air as he began to pant slightly, feeling his body spasm. His insides felt warm and he was caught in his lust, thrusting at the air and desiring release, sliding up his sticky length once more as the bubbling in his loins shot forth. The white cum jetted out, splashing up and some hitting the ceiling, dying the blue paint with splotches of milky white.

He gave a few more thrusts as it died down, some slicking down his cock and beading in his groin hair, the bits above him dripping on the ceiling. Heaving a sigh, he laid there for a few seconds, delighting in the shivering afterglow of pleasure and sweet release.

As if through its own will, the pokeball Sylvia had given him glowed and opened, its rays sparkling out and revealing a large orange dragon, cooing at him and scratching its yellow chest. Allan let out a startled yelp at the sudden intrusion, tumbling off his bed and groaning with pain as he rubbed his head, rolling over and wincing as his semi erect cock raked against the carpet. Looking up, he looked at the dragon. "A charizard." He murmured, watching her. He never knew Sylvia caught one. He thought he'd known all her pokemon. When did she get time to catch this? She must have traded something for it, he decided, pulling himself to his feet.

She always had a way of catching things, he thought. She was very, very talented at catching. Fighting down a giggle at his own joke, he looked at the large dragoness, spreading her blue filmed wings and murring softly, looking down at him with slight interest. "So why on earth did she give you to me? I already know how to train my own pokemon." Allan circled around the bed to beside her. He paid no attention to his nudeness but the charizard did, staring down between his legs. "Hey, you know why she gave you to me?"

He heard her grumble softly, dipping her muzzle down and sniffing at the red splotch on his neck. "Hey, hey." he told her, swatting at her orange-red nose. "I don't need a gaping neck wound, I'd prefer this mark to getting my throat torn open, thanks." He felt the ground shake, resonating through his wiry frame as the charizard growled, though it didn't seem angry.

Still gurgling with the thrum in her chest, she ran her claws down, rubbing between the scaled legs. Allan glanced down with a start and noticed the swollen folds. The dragoness was in heat, he noted, blinking. His face felt a tad red from embarrassment at the dragoness stroking herself in front of him. He felt his cock flush, too, but not with the embarrassment he felt from watching Sylvia's charizard stroke herself off, dipping her claws into her dripping sex.

Memorized by the scaly beast before him, he stood transfixed, his erection hanging hard and ready in the air. It could only be better if the femmie had huge breast, both heads purred in thought. Without thinking, he stepped forward, delighted by the strong scent and transfixed by the sweet, streamline body dripping with eagerness. Allan's hands trailed down the cool sides, feeling the smooth lines of the overlapping scales, taking in the feel with hazy lust.

He didn't even notic as the female lowered her head, only when her large mouth enveloped his member did he jump with a start, a groaning moan coming from him as his already preing shaft was taken fully by one heated clamp. The serpentine tongue lapped the underside of his sensitive length, making him shudder, nearly buckling forward from the feel. He'd never felt something so good as the smooth but rough tongue stroking his length off, curling around the pale flesh and squeezing it, rubbing over the pinkish-red head.

He whimpered from how good it felt, the rough tongue rubbing across him, curling around his shaft as she bobbed her head, slipping the fleshy length in and out of the warm muzzle, slipping into the cold air and then the warm embrace of her tight maw.

"Gods...." He groaned, leaning against her yellow belly as her muzzle slurped at him, suckling his shaft deeply, pressing tightly down. Tight, so tight. And the rumbling heat soothed but enticed his throbbing length. His body clenched and writhed with the feel of the circling tongue stroking up and down his swollen length, wiggling against his head.

Allan's hands ran against the scale as his legs shook, nearly crying out as she continued to suck and pump her head too and fro, her tongue snaking out and winding around his balls. The tongue slinked over them, gripping and tugging on them.

His insides burned with pleasure as he rocked his hips into the dragoness' large maw, his hips bucking into the suckling warmth, teasing over him and rubbing circles at his fleshy orbs. His heated moaning rang in the air as he felt the lust grip him, ecstasy filling his thin body. It bubbled within him, tingling and writhing like fire, mounting with each lick against him, stroking and tugging, slipping his hot rod in and out. The tongue lathered against him, curling and coiling around him as the tip tickled against his sacks, making him whimper with the pleasure, griping tighter at his side with his shaking hands.

Swimming in the ecstasy of a mounting climax, he barely noticed as the femmie charizard's hand reached out, clicking the white button on one of his pokeballs. "Goonn!" The dragon cried, its body light green, beady red eyes fixed on the site before him, startled. He'd never seen his trainer like this before! He turned to the female charizard, who grumbled something at him. The flygon nodded, circling around his trainer and pressing a claw into Allan's rear.

Allan was dimly aware of the high pitched cry of his oldest pokemon, only focused on the sweet stroking of his shaft, so close to getting off again from the sheer pleasure of the charizard's actions. The only action that brought him back to his awares was the digit that slipped into his rear, the pressure brought him back as he squirmed, not used to anything being forced into him. He wasn't able to dwell on it, instead moaning louder at the ministrations to his quivering balls and twitching shaft. He felt the female charizard lighten up, reduced to just licking him instead of taking him all. His shaft bobbed in the air, wanting the warmth again as the tongue lapped at him, enough to keep him erect and wanting as his pucker began to loosen from the claw gliding in and out. Though not used to the feeling, Allan couldn't deny it felt good. Thought he let out a yelp as another claw slid in.

He was tight, his ass muscles flexing from the treatment of his insides. The awkwardness drummed into pleasure as his insides squeezed the intruding digits and rubbed at his delicate insides, pressing his tight walls apart as the dragoness in front of him kept him on the peak of pleasure, licking at the hanging shaft, arching with the need to be released. Allan's body quivered from the pleasure, his erection becoming more painful as he smelled the thick draconic arousal in the air, heavy and musky, making him pants and thrust against the empty air. It was torture of the highest degree but thick with pleasure at the barbs of the female's tongue gripping his cock, squeezing the flesh, sending spasms of electricity and bubbling pleasure through him, more pre running down his shaft into the dragoness' waiting maw, eagerly lapping up the clear fluid.

Back arching, he moaned as the claws began pumping in and out, stroking his sensitive walls, pulling them apart, wriggling deeper and deeper and causing Allan's breath to become ragged and airy. He pumped forward, body squirming, eyes squinting shut as the dragons administered to him, sweat beading down his body, streaking down his brow with each spasm and near delirious rock on his toes.

Just when he thought it couldn't get any better, he felt his flygon's thin arms grab his waist, the fingers spreading him near painfully as he felt another digit enter. With a wild gasp, he felt the length buck into him. not a finger, the draconic cock, ribbed and alive, pulsing into him and forcing his tight muscles apart. His body shook with paned pleasure, pressure tight in him as he fet the flygon rock in and out of him gently. the ribs tickled in and out of his restricting flesh, creamy pre already beginning to pour into Allan's ass, coating the ribs and dripping its hot fluids down his crack and plopping onto the ground.

He had no time to steady himself before two similar claws wrapped fully around his cock, pressing it into very damp folds, slurping around it and milking it from the moment it entered.

Allan's heavy moan echoed through his normally quiet house as he gripped Sylvia's Charizard and began to thrust into her. He had been on the curb too long and needed release in the warm flesh, feeling his cock rub through the inner folds, rubbing up into the gentle but slick walls, holding him tight, pulling him deeper in with each thrust. At each buck, he felt the flygon's head dig deeper into him, pounding against him.

The pain was nothing compared to the pleasure as he felt their wet juices drip down his front and back, pooling between his legs and drenching his pale thighs and cascading down his legs.

His whole body ached with pleasure as he rocked deeper into the awaiting charizard, feeling his sacks slap against her milky golden vent, pressing to the warm bud, flowering around him and caressing around his length. And when the flygon behind him arched up, despite the discomfort, he yelped in a guttural groan, needing it deeper, wanting it again.

His entire body began to arch forward and press back from the murring charizard with her wings flapping softly as she leaned into him to the panting flygon, gripping him and forcing his hot, serrated length farther in, pre almost shooting out as the scales enveloped him.

Allan's fingers trailed down, still holding the female charizard as he steadied himself against the squeaking flygon behind him beginning to increase the heavy thrusts, pressing into the dragoness' soft clit, stroking the erect nub. He heard her howl out, beginning to thrust back against him, fiery tail swishing behind her. Allan began to grind his hips into the moist passage, tight and pulsing, the sensitive head arching up inside her, digging into her pink warmth and claiming her depths.

It was then a deep warmth pulsed into him, pressing farther into him than he ever felt the thick seed flooding his flexing rear, making him arch up and thrust harder into the charizard, feeling himself reaching a climax. Right as his body seared with the flowing juices, he felt the female roar, thrusting her hips to his, knocking him near breathless as her juices poured down over his front, making her body clench even tighter around his pulsing length.

His eyes fluttered in his sockets as he thrust into his climax, his body hot and heavy, nearly collapsing into the female, moaning softly as his flygon continued to thrust into him, claiming him as the thick seed spilled out, sloshing with each uneven thick thrust into his depths, the vent slapping against Allan with each hilting thrust as he panted against the dragoness in the warm afterglow.

His limbs felt tired but alive with pleasure as he arched his body along the smooth yellow scales, the air thick with musk around him, filling his lungs with each heavy moan. Never before had he felt so good, the large cock in him grinding his insides, making him thrust into the panting charizard. The vent smacked against his rear, his flygon crying out and pressing his weight farther on his trainer, claiming as deep as he could with his heavy grinding and pumping. His trained cried out, it drove him onward as he watched the charizard moan in her own pleasure as the bucks pressed Allan in and out of her.

Squealing at the tight insides, flygon leaned forward, the charizard leaning over Allan as well, botht ehri maws locking. Allan could feel them press closer together, each beginning to grind him between their bodies, their leathery scales sandwhiching him between the pleasureable warmth of them.

Flygon's tongue dove into charizard's mouth, both the scaly pokemon wrapped in the passion of each other and the trainer below them. Tongues wrapped together as their claws held Allan, pushing into him in rhythm, the juices spilling out and over him as the click length plunged into him in unison as he was forced into the clenching blossom of the charizard.

His vision narrowed from the pleasure, swaying with the thrusting, bodies pressed on either side, rubbing his smooth skin with their slick bellies. One final thrust slammed into him with such force his eyes rolled in his head, feeling himself near another climax. His already spent body crept into it, not as fulufilling as the first but warmer and slower, a guttural groan issuing from all three of them as his ass walls clenched tighter. The flygon gripping him and the female charizard murrring in pleasure as more seed coated her womb. Allan, spent, collapsed to the female's chest, eyes lidding as he felt the sloshing pressure slipping in and out of his rear.

the melodious pounding made him moan weakly, the hot rod throbbing and pulsing repeteadly into him, picking up pace and pushing harder. cum dripping out with each thrust until allan froze as more of the thick cream poured into him, coating his already abused and claimed insides. With that, his flygon withdrew from him, a torrent of his ivory seed streaking down his ribbed flesh as it slurped back into the pale green vent, his antenaes twitching as he licked Allan's back, trailing down and stroking his rough tongue at Allan's sensitive and stretched pucker.

Allan held the charizard for support as she shifted away from him, letting his soaked and dripping member hang between his shaking legs. He fell to the side, flopping down on his bed, staining the covers with the cum as he slipped off into sleep.

Allan woke with a start, his body feeling hot and sticky as he looked at the white plastered on legs and torso. Tired, but able to think now, he hobbled to the bathroom, turning on the shower and waiting for the water to be hot before stepping in, soaping himself off, desperately trying to scrub the crusted fluids off him, feeling gross and sweaty, trying to wash the feel of sex off him.

It had felt wonderful but he couldn't help but wonder what brought on their sudden forwardness. The charizard he understood, maybe she had dumped it off on him as a joke. Rubbing his limp length, he felt the sticky juices begin to wash off. As he closed his eyes, it struck him and he nearly dropped the soap in his hands. ‘This isn't your present' She had told him ‘your present is better.' His length nearly hardened with the thought. She had got him excited, hoping he'd go home and be frustrated. then she'd tell her charizard to get him and the flygon to team him. Oh, she was sneaky indeed.

Quickly drying himself off and yanking on the bare necessities-a shirt and a loose pair of shorts-he darted out the door, not bothering to change his sheets or clean the floor of the heated scent of his and the dragon's love. He ghosted out the door, the lock clicking behind him. It was still dark out, probably early morning. He hadn't bothered to check before rushing from his house, bolting down the street towards Sylvia's house. It was easy to recognize, the one with the red roof. He threw his arms around the gutter, shimmying up it and stopping outside the window. He paused, knowing how paranoid she was. He tapped on it, seeing the gap and whispering her name. "Hey, Syl." he said. "Open up, it's me, Allan."

He saw a form stir in bed as they rose, shaking their head. It was indeed Sylvia, looking over. Surprised, he saw her eyes wide. Not waiting for her to open the window, he pulled it open and slipped it. "Allan...what are you-?" She didn't have time to finish, he didn't let her before he crawled onto her bed. He felt her face blush as he set his hand on it.

"Little sneak." He murmured, kissing her and feeling her squirm.

"G-give me a sec..." She stammered beneath the kiss. "I'm n-not wearing...."

"Thanks for the present." Whispering, he cut her off again and she froze. "I see what you did, trying to seduce me then leaving me to the hands of your scaly friend and her lover." He grabbed her face again, kissing her lips and laying down onto her.

"The seducing you part was an accident..." She admitted, leaning back up to press her lips to his. He felt her run a hand through his hair, sucking at his lower lip and moaning softly as he pressed his tongue into her parted mouth. He pressed himself against her, the thin sheet she'd been sleeping with between them. He could feel her curves under it, their hands gripping each other, roaming one another.

Allan groaned too as one of her hands grabbed his rear, squeezing it beneath his shorts. He could feel them slipping off; maybe being too tall and thin for his pants to fit was a good thing, he told himself, peeling his shirt off his flexing body. Her warm hands against his chest made him groan as he wrapped his arms around her, nipping at her neck and chin, kissing her again.

"Is this unintentional, too?" He panted to her, feeling her grip and hold him, his body arching and responding to her gentle touches.

He heard her pant, tripping over her words. He chuckled at her shyness, nuzzling her nose as she tried to form an answer. Once she seemed she was tongue tied, he kissed her deeper, clinging to her and having ho trouble getting her mouth to greet his back. With a wandering hand, he slipped between the covers. He felt his cock hardening in the air at the thought as his fingers glided down her stomach and paused at her lower lips. He felt her gasp and he pressed a single digits against the folds.

"So how about I repay the favor?" He breathed into her ear. He waited but didn't hear he answer, instead whimpering softly as he slipped one finger up into her, feeling her squirm. She was a virgin-despite all her toys-as was he before the dragons.

"Only because it's your birthday..." she whispered to him, her voice cracking as she spoke. He grinned and pressed his lips to hers, gently squeezing between her legs.

"You give the best presents ever." He breathed, pulling the sheet away and feeling her warm lips catch his in another kiss, her cheeks scarlet as she wrapped her arms around him and held him close.