A lone Garchomp was lazily sulking in the shade of a tree, his head down on the soft grass and his tail occasionally swishing from one side to the other as he huffed with clear annoyance at random intervals. He’s been pretty agitated and on edge these last few days, to put it gently. Most dragon types were easily irritable creatures that other pokémon out there were smart enough to avoid ticking off, but this particular specimen had more than enough of a reason to be even crankier than usual. That was quite remarkable in and of its self, really.

The main reason why the male was so restless lay in the simple fact that it was the middle of mating season for his kind. Well, not for his kind in particular but for many draconic pokémon in general. Not only did this mean that he was mentally dealing with the constant yearning to mate but it also meant that other males were even more of a pain in the neck than they normally were. Pokémon like him were extremely territorial as it was and this only got worse whenever it was that time of the year.

Garchomp has lived in this particular area for many moons by that point. Just as his luck would have had it, it was only once his first mating season at his current home came around that he became aware of the fact that there were almost no suitable females for a pokémon like him anywhere in the area. At the same time, however, there were a lot of males. As much as that sucked, just finding this suitable place to live that wasn’t already part of another male’s territory had taken him forever.

Relocating included many risks that, frankly, he wasn’t willing to take. He’d be in a really dangerous spot if he got hurt badly. Living in the wild was tough enough as it was. Surviving was his top priority even though the desire for the companionship of a dragoness and for release was literally clawing at him from the inside any time of the year. If that wasn’t bad enough, he also lacked paws he could use on himself. The only thing he could hope for was that a female pokémon like, say, a Charizard, a Dragonite, a Noivern or any other specie capable of flight, really, would pass by in the course of their search for a partner and decide he was worth investigating. Not only did he hardly ever catch a glimpse of one of those flying across the sky, but it was also very unlikely that they would choose a flightless dragon such as himself.

He could also roam around to look for a mate during mating season, yes. There was no need to simply leave his home and never return. But that would mean deliberately going into the territory of other males and that was the easiest way to ask for trouble. Besides, by the time he would stumble across a female, if at all, chances were she’d have already picked a partner for the season. In that case it was very unlikely for sudden changes of hearts to occur and, even if he was quick enough, that didn’t get rid of the whole part of having to fight maybe a dozen other suitors. No, that wasn’t an exaggeration.

Other males, however, were not as pessimistic as Garchomp, which was why he was even less tolerating towards any outsider during those already difficult few weeks he had to cope with every year. These trespasses had a lot more potential to turn violent than they did normally. Who did they think they were, simply waltzing into his turf? Did they not understand, had a female in heat been around, that her scent would have confirmed her presence? That aside, assuming for a moment that he did have a mate, this meant that every male that came into his territory was there with the intention of fighting him to get her attention. That alone royally pissed him off more than anything else.

The dual ground and dragon type gave a slight start as the sound of rustling leaves coming from a nearby bush snapped him out of his negative train of thought. His head rose and instinctively turned to look in the direction of the noise just in time to see the shrub go still. An aggressive snarl of warning escaped his maw as he slowly stood up and began to head closer to the location of what he felt fairly certain was yet another intruder, ready to lash out at a moment’s notice if it proved necessary. Seriously, if it was that annoying Tyranitar again… Garchomp was quite tempted to just charge forward with Dragon Rush, but he refrained from doing so despite the way his instincts were almost ordering him to fully be on the defensive and not take any chances.

It was a lone bush practically surrounded by nothing. Given how it was completely out in the open like that, this meant that he should have become aware of this trespasser’s presence way sooner. Now wasn’t the time to think about his foolish lack of attention, however. He could start being more attentive to his surroundings once he dealt with this little scenario. The more he continued to approach the more confused and uneasy he became by the fact that nothing was happening. Normally trespassers just charged right at him whenever they realized they could not just get past him or sneak in for a surprise attack.

His patience just about gone, the dragon type closed the remaining distance between him and his destination and roughly forced his through, teeth bare and claws at the ready. Rather than that one Tyranitar he really hated (or any other pokémon that was likely to wander into his territory, for that matter), Garchomp found himself looking down at the shaking form of a Lucario. That certainly was one terrified pokémon if he’d ever seen one. What was a pokémon like him doing lurking around in the territory of a male dragon? In the middle of mating season? Did this guy have a death wish or something?

Those questions faded away from his mind almost instantly when he noticed something that made him realized just what else there was to the dual steel and fighting type’s expression aside from fear; why the fur surrounding the somewhat smaller pokémon’s cheeks was noticeably darker.

Lucario’s shaft was fully erect, something the aura pokémon might have been able to conceal had he thought about it sooner and maybe ran off or at least turned around. But with him lying down on his side, no doubt having been quite startled upon alerting Garchomp to his presence, the dragon also saw that the tip of his cock was oozing with pre-cum. There were some traces of it on his right paw and of saliva on his left. Upon noticing remnants of saliva down below the smaller male’s tool and sack; between his legs, it only took him a few seconds to connect the dot and realize just what this pokémon had been doing up until his sudden and embarrassing interruption.

To say he was surprised would be an understatement. Honestly, talk about the last thing anyone would expect to see. Before the dragon pokémon could try to think of a way to word his confusion and ask just what in the world was going on, it happened. Something clicked inside his head as the one idea which was bound to pop into the head of a lot of males faced with this exact situation was formed in his mind. It seemed as though luck wasn’t constantly against him after all… He hadn’t even realized just how aroused the sight of Lucario combined with the knowledge of what he’d caught the dual steel and fighting type doing really made him.

Lucario, meanwhile, was far too flustered and speechless to even consider trying to apologize let alone getting up and running away. How could he have let himself get caught? He was probably going be killed now! Painfully! But upon passing by and spotting that muscular, sexy looking Garchomp… The aura pokémon just hadn’t been able to help himself. He’s never been with a dragon type before and was aware of the fact that this time of the year was their mating season. The thought of just how much this strong looking male was desperate for a hole to fill was just too much for him to ignore. He couldn’t control his kinks…

Finally mustering up the courage to look up at the larger male, Lucario’s furious blush somehow intensified even more upon noticing that the Garchomp’s dragonhood was slowly emerging from its slit. It was only a matter of seconds before it was visible in its entire glory. The fighting type couldn’t stop himself from staring. It was big. Like, bigger than anything Lucario has had experience with before. That long, juicy rod looked absolutely scrumptious! It wasn’t out of proportions with Lucario’s body or anything, but there was something a little intimidating about the idea of taking something so large. At the same time, however, it made it all the more appealing.

It took him a few more moments to tear his gaze away from the dragon’s impressive length but Lucario eventually looked up, feeling his heart skip a bit upon noticing the look on Garchomp’s face. The larger male was eyeing him curiously, obviously waiting to see what he was going to do. So not only was he not going to get eaten, but it also seemed like he was about to have quite the experience. Lucky!

Feeling as though there was no time to waste, the aura pokémon got up and onto his knees so that he was gazing directly at the erection in front of him. The sight of it throbbing in anticipation as the scent of the other male’s sex filled his nostrils nearly made Lucario drool. Garchomp couldn’t stop himself from growling in pleasure as the smaller male’s how, wet tongue connected with the bottom of his shaft before slowly gliding all the way up to the tip. It felt like pure heaven!

He watched without a single complaint as his partner went back down again and repeated the same process, this time using his two paws to rub his length up and down as he did. Okay, now there could be absolutely no doubt that this Lucario has done this sort of thing before. A loud moan escaped the dragon type’s maw when the aura pokémon decided that simply licking wasn’t enough and engulfed his tip with his mouth, slowly descending as he felt Garchomp shiver in response. The sound of his lustful growls and moans only urged him on even further.

There was only so much of it he could take into his mouth, but the dragon he was tending to didn’t look or sound like he had a problem with that whatsoever. His taste was quite different from what Lucario has tasted in the past but he liked it. He continued bobbing his head up and down, removing his paws from the dragonhood and using them to tease his partner further by groping and feeling his hindquarters. The way his strong legs shuddered, the taste of pre beginning to leak from his tip; it all made the smaller male that much more excited about the next part.

Deciding that enough of that was enough, mostly because he didn’t want to get his partner off so soon, Lucario withdrew his head, leaving Garchomp’s still very needy meat exposed to the oddly chilly wind. The dragon type, surprised by the abrupt stop to something he was thoroughly enjoying, let out a quiet, confused whine and stared down at the smaller male. The sight of the aura pokémon’s cheeky smile along with a barely visible string of saliva still connecting his maw to Garchomp’s member made sent a shiver up his spine. There could be be very little doubt as to what Lucario wanted from him.

Before the aura pokémon had a chance to even react, he was roughly knocked onto his back as the needy dragon loomed over him. His eyes, which were clouded with lust and desire, stared into his as he positioned himself so that the tip of his shaft pressed against his partner’s tailhole. Lucario mewled in anticipation, eagerly waiting for him to take him. His lover grinned, enjoying the sight of another pokémon wanting to be taken. He honestly couldn’t care less if that pokémon was a male or a female by this point. This feeling of domination was something he hadn’t experienced for too long and this male was just too cute with his submissive nature.

The dragon type slowly moved his hips forward, his rod penetrating and slowly making its way into the smaller male’s rear end. His loud growls of pleasure and effort made it impossible for Lucario to even hear himself hissing in slight pain the deeper Garchomp went. He was far from inexperienced when it came to anal but this was the first time he was taking something so thick and long. The saliva and pre-cum resulting from that little foreplay just earlier was certainly helping, though.

Once he has pushed his dragonhood all the way inside Garchomp came to a halt, panting heavily. It was a pretty tight fit, but that only made it feel even better. The feeling of warm, fleshy walls around him was something he’d greatly missed. He and looked down at his partner once more. Lucario looked a little uncomfortable, causing the dragon type to slightly tilt his head. He even considered pulling out despite how incredible this felt but was prevented from doing so when the male underneath him gave him a ginger nod, silently telling him to get on with it.

Deciding not to argue, Garchomp pulled about halfway or so out of the fighting type before going all the way back in, this time a little more quickly than before. Lucario gasped in response. It didn’t feel nearly as bad as the first time, but that didn’t surprise him. That was usually how things went whenever he did this. Agonizing pleasure followed by pure bliss. His body needed a little bit of time to get used to it, especially when considering how the draconic pokémon was bigger than all the previous males he’s been with.

So he just lay there, surrendering himself to the larger male as the dragon type’s thrusts slowly picked up in speed as a result of his own getting the better of him. Lucario felt himself relax more and more until his lover’s movement inside him lost the irritating, slightly painful factor. With that finally out of the way, he was finally able to focus entirely on the way the tip of Garchomp’s dragonhood kept slamming against his prostate, sending jolts of pleasure and ecstasy through his entire body. Moan after moan was heard over the sound of the larger male’s growls as he continued to passionately thrust in and out of the fighting type’s wanting rump.

The sounds each of them was making only served to spur the other on even further; with Lucario loving every second of being taken by such a strong male and with Garchomp enjoying the smaller pokémon’s cries of delight. The dragon type was rather surprised that he’s lasted for so long but he obviously didn’t mind that one bit. This could go on for hours and hours on end for all he cared, but he could already feel that long forgotten pressure starting to build at the bottom of his shaft.

As if to make it even harder to hold his impending orgasm back, his partner suddenly cried out as his own member began to spasm uncontrollably, releasing his seed in burst after burst as it covered his chest and stomach. This in turn caused Lucario’s walls to squeeze Garchomp’s rod even more tightly, as if trying to to draw out what the dragon type was trying so desperately to withhold. The dominant male couldn’t hold it in any longer and he buried himself deep inside his partner, letting out a loud roar as streams upon streams of sperm gushed out of his member. Lucario smiled groggily, panting in pure bliss as a result of that warm sensation he loved so much. His tailpipe ended up filling to the brim as Garchomp’s love juice began spilling out.

The dragon type’s climax lasted significantly longer than that of his lover, but the smaller male certainly didn’t have a problem with that. Once it was over Garchomp offered Lucario a weak smile before giving him a slow, affectionate lick across the forehead, causing the aura pokémon’s fur to turn red once more. He then pulled out, flopping down on his back next to the smaller male and exhaling slowly. He’d really, really needed that after such a long time…

His attention was brought back to Lucario as the fighting type took the liberty of shuffling closer to his newfound mate, resting his head on the dragon’s chest as he did. Garchomp smiled, nuzzling the top of his head as the aura pokémon wagged his tail weakly. Maybe mating season didn’t have to be so bad after all.