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Sawyer never pushed ahead on the trail for long; he loved to stop and smell the roses, sometimes literally if the opportunity presented itself. Today there were no roses, but lily pads instead. He stopped along the river bank and stripped down to only his boxers. Like any cold-blooded gecko should, he splayed back on a rock and sunned himself, letting the rays warm his belly.

It was idyllic. It was peaceful. It was unbearable. Tyle never hid how much he hated his master's lazy spells. Sawyer's first and most loyal Pokemon, Tyle the Typhlosion was loathe to relax and take in the nice weather. A cranky badger with an affinity for spewing tongues of flame at his combustible enemies did not appreciate lounging near clear, cool water. Seeing wild Pokemon like Poliwags and Buizels watching he and his master curiously from afar and beneath the water put him on edge; and when one of the otter-like Buizels dared to nibble on Sawyer's toe, causing him to squeak out a startled laugh, Tyle's blood boiled and his fiery quills flared.

Catching wind of Tyle's tantrum, Sawyer laughed again and kicked water his way. Such a little splash was hardly a danger to him, let alone fatal; Tyle could have paddled around the river without harm, in fact. But the large badger hissed and flinched away, then skulked along the the bank, grumbling and clicking his teeth.

"Don't be such a sourpuss," Sawyer teased, sitting up slowly and pushing his feet deeper into the water. The Pokemon beneath the surface buzzed around his ankles before rushing away. Chuckling in affection for the wild Pokemon, he carefully stood up on the surface of the rock, then jumped for the river bank, clearing the gap with a few inches to spare.

With sweat gleaming on his orange hide, Sawyer squatted near the badger, whom then stood up in a bipedal stance. He grumbled at Sawyer, but the gecko was not intimidated. Grinning wide, Sawyer prodded Tyle's belly, then bobbed his eye ridges provocatively. "Wait, I-I-I know what your problem is," he teased. "You're grumpy that you haven't gotten your attention lately."

Understanding every word, Tyle looked away in a fluster and dropped back down to his all-fours. He turned to petulantly amble away from his trainer but was shocked when Sawyer hooked him around the hind legs and dragged him back. Hissing in warning, Tyle twisted back and nipped Sawyer's wrist ineffectually. The gecko's reply was a smile, and he swatted the Pokemon's nose.

"Okay, okay, I've been a little neglectful," he conceded, pushing the stout, large Pokemon over on his side. Tyle puffed but let himself be made prone, and when Sawyer reached between his hind legs, he tellingly raised the higher leg.

Sawyer knew his Pokemon's body well. Beginning when Tyle reached his adolescent Quilava form, budding sexuality plagued the Pokemon. Sawyer - whom had no compatible female Pokemon in his party and whose drifting, lazy lifestyle left him at a loss for breeding center boarding funds - took to what could be considered innovative measures to help his Pokemon find relief. Pokephilia was amoral and in some places illegal, but largely unenforced because so many of the creatures could give clear consent. Tyle gave his often.

As he caressed the semi-cylinder of Tyle's sheath, Sawyer started to grin toothily. The warmth of the fur and flesh against his cold hide was thrilling. His boxers were growing snug and he swayed his big, tapering tail side to side in a lazy flop.

Tyle puffed and squirmed. His penis was slowly emerging from its sheath, bringing with it a scent of heady musk and covered with a generous veneer of precum.

"Well, gosh, look at that," Sawyer teased, running his finger along the Pokemon's stout cock. "You're just all kinds of worked up." Tyle shot him a look which was both angry and needful; the former in the setting of his jaw, the latter a glimmer in his eyes.

Leaning down into the soft grass, Sawyer boldly nuzzled under the soft, blue upper coat of Tyle's body. The pucker of his anus was a furless, pink ring, snug and winking. It exuded potent musk in this time of need. Swishing his tail more commonly and dipping its tip into the water unintentionally, Sawyer kissed, then sniffed Tyle's anal ring before dragging his tongue across it.

An eager noise of pleasure escaped Tyle but was tailed by an angsty puff. Sawyer ignored the petulance and dragged his smooth, cold tongue over the pucker again and again, repeating the laps with little variation, but that was all it took for Tyle to squirm and grumble, completely erect. Sawyer was very hard too, for tasting and smelling his Pokemon's hot anal entrance had always been a favorite of his.

Loathe to stop eating his Pokemon's ass, Sawyer pulled back very slowly. When Tyle was a Quilava, rimming and rubbing was the extent of their play. Quilavas are simply too small to safely accept the average trainer's member. But a Typhlosion, a species just over five feet in height, is of ample size to be penetrated.

Anal sex was something Sawyer had explored with Tyle. As he moved up to his knees, Tyle rolled onto his belly, then perked up his hind end and pouted it back. Sawyer laughed sweetly and pulled down his boxers. "It's coming, cutie. Keep that booty in the air for me."

Though Tyle no longer found it peculiar, his trainer's scrotum had at first been a source of confusion - yet it also led to the Pokemon doting extensively on Sawyer's balls during their foreplay, causing much pleasurable slobbering. Tyle's fixation had to do with the markings on Sawyer's ballsack; it was covered in orange spots which matched the outer shade of his hide. Though Sawyer's balls tended to earn strange looks at first viewing, most everyone who continued to see them thought their pattern was unique and quite attractive.

Sawyer's circumcised cock was swollen and dribbling its pre into the grass, and a stain of the liquid already darkened his shorts. After closing the short gap to his Pokemon with a little waddle on his knees, Sawyer gripped his ready member in one hand and Tyle's hip in the other. Smiling and licking his lips, Sawyer coyly asked, "Ready, you grumpy little jerk?"

Tyle huffed. His true reply was his buck backwards, which pushed his hindquarters against Sawyer's cock.

"Hey! All right, all right, you don't have to get bossy," tutted Sawyer, though the bossiness was perhaps his favorite part of Tyle's personality. He ground the tip of his cold cock to the Pokemon's anus. He had entered it many times before, but the flesh was always supple and inviting, and as he pushed inside then, the usual pleasures greeted him. Groaning in early pleasure, the gecko held his penis steady until better than half of its considerable length was buried. Holding both hips of the Typhlosion then, Sawyer squeezed his beloved Pokemon and also pulled him back, at the same time pushing forth with his pelvis. In a few lazy grinds, Sawyer bottomed out in Tyle. The Pokemon growled a low, steady noise, but Sawyer recognized it as a rumbling of pleasure, not warning.

Tail swaying back and forth in its lazy arc, Sawyer pushed and pulled on Tyle's hips, rocking the Pokemon. The warm velvet walls of the Typhlosion's ass caressed constantly and squeezed rhythmically as if milking the gecko. The cool temperature of the reptile's cockflesh sent obvious shivers along Tyle's spine, manifesting as flares in his spiny mane. In the same vein, the sweltering warmth of his Pokemon's anal passage was of immense pleasure to Sawyer solely because of the contrast. Sawyer never voiced such cliche things, but he felt at times that he and Tyle were made for one another.

"Mmm, gosh," Sawyer puffed, pulling and pushing his Pokemon a little harder and faster. His cold pre sluiced into that snug ass, and Tyle shivered more often and strongly. "You have such a tight and warm lil' butt," he crooned, then chuckled.

Evidently Tyle was unamused by the remark, but he pushed back against the trainer of his own volition and started to pant. Down below, his cock drooled pre against the grass. Sawyer made it a point to gave his Typhlosion a reacharound when he mounted up. When the gecko took note of the Pokemon's present need and took hold of it, Tyle suddenly let loose a lewd grunt as though he had been keeping it in.

Bucking and stroking, unable to keep either in a steady rhythm, Sawyer simply gave it to his Pokemon as it came. Every time he bucked into that snug badger behind, the Typhlosion grunted or puffed; and every stroke, though not eliciting its own reaction, had a cumulative effect. Tyle's balls swung and bobbed as he was shoved and pulled, and his ass tugged and squeezed the gecko's cold cock, never quite warming it to a more clement temperature.

Getting off with his Pokemon always thrilled Sawyer to the point that he was never all that endurant. It was just one reason he dragged out the foreplay as long as he could; but even then, tonguing Tyle's perfect ass worked him up just as much as it did the badger. However, Sawyer heard and felt something very pleasant: Tyle brayed in pleasure, and he came, shooting thick and terribly hot ropes of semen which gummed and webbed between the gecko's chilly fingers.

"Mmm, good boy, go-o-o-od boy, let it all out," Sawyer cooed, yet he was nearing the threshold himself, because as Tyle came, he clenched like a vise. The gecko simply couldn't handle that pressure. He bottomed out and simply let his throbbing, cold cock get its last necessary stimulation from the temperature and texture of the badger's rectal walls.

"Uhn, shit, that's so great," the gecko moaned, doubling over top of the Typhlosion and resting his palms on the grass, smearing Tyle's mess against the wild blades. His penis twitched, then began to shoot, unloading sticky, cold cum deep inside of the Pokemon. Tyle noticeably tensed and hissed. His fiery quills flared, their points even touching the gecko's breast, but what should have scorched Sawyer's hide proved instead to be gentle warmth like an electric blanket. Tyle took great care not to burn his trainer.

Knowing full well that the Pokemon could support his weight, Sawyer rested atop Tyle and sighed. His spotted balls were drained, and so was his Pokemon milked and relaxed. He slyly asked, "You mind if I get back to sunbathing now?"

Tyle voiced his annoyance with a grumble.