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3 AM. Kent had finally made it to his apartment at three in the morning. Sitting in his car, Kent hardly kept his head up, a broadcaster on the radio droning on about yesterday’s news. He was half-tempted to simply shut the car off and fall asleep in his seat, yet found the energy to open the car door and step out into the frigid air.
 
With the pace of a zombie, Kent stumbled his way through the snowy parking lot and up the stairs to his apartment.
 
The curtains were drawn over the windows on either side of his apartment door, the faint light of the TV in the living room shining a spectrum of shifting colors. Kent would have to remind his pokemon to turn the TV off before heading to bed next time, if he remembered.
 
A gentle gust of wind sent snow falling from the apartments roof, fluttering to the ground in a white mist. The apartment complex was lit by a single orange streetlight that cast a dim glow throughout the area. The silence felt peaceful, although Kent never enjoyed the cold breezes that always accompanied these tranquil winter nights.
 
He fished out his keys from his pockets, grabbing hold of his apartment key and moved to unlock it. Sleep caught up to him for a moment, loosening his grip enough that he dropped his keys to the ground.
 
On the other side of the door, Typhlosion woke up to the jingling of Kent’s keys. He stood up, glancing at the digital clock that hung above on the dining room wall: 3:12. Typhlosion grabbed the lock on the door and the handle, unlocking the door and sliding it open for Kent
 
Kent grabbed his keys from the floor before stepping in, mumbling a tired thank you to Typhlosion. A cold breeze swept into the room from the open door, which Typhlosion quietly closed behind Kent before any more of the cold breeze snuck into their home.
 
Despite the rather bland interior of his apartment, Kent felt at home here. The TV to his left was playing a cartoon about the infamous trainer Ash Ketchum and his friends through their journey to become the “pokemon master”, whatever that meant nowadays. Even inside the room it was hardly hearable, and Kent leaned over the blue couch stationed in front of the TV to see who was still watching it at this hour.
 
The answer was nobody, but snuggled together were three of Kent’s pokemon bundled up under a thick blue blanket. Weavile’s head barely poked out from the edge of the blanket, joined by Riolu. Both were sleeping atop Garchomp, holding both in his finned arms.
 
Jake watched them for a minute, turning his eyes to the TV once more as his eyes slowly drifted closed, still leaning over the couch. Typhlosion locked the door while Jake slowly fell asleep on the couch, glancing out the window to watch the snow drift down over the railing and out of sight.
 
He turned to Kent, tapping him on the shoulder. When he didn’t respond, Typhlosion gently scooped his off his feet. Careful to not wake him, Typhlosion carried Kent to his room, using the flames on his back to guide his way to the end of the hall where their room was located. Typhlosion spent a few minutes trying to open the door without waking Kent, proving fruitless as Kent slowly woke back up.
 
“...Oh. Sorry about that Typhlosion. Didn’t mean to fall asleep.” Typhlosion set Kent back onto his feet, opening the door for him now that his hands were free. Kent shuffled past his dresser, bumping into his bed and nightstand in his sleep-induced stupor. Typhlosion tried to close behind him, doing his best to lead Kent to the bathroom without smashing into too much furniture.
 
Once inside, he helped Kent brush his teeth, leaving to grab a change of clothes for him to swap into. Before Typhlosion could even step out of the bathroom Kent had fallen asleep again, dropping his toothbrush onto the floor as he fell backwards. Typhlosion caught him before his head connected with the bathtub.
 
Breathing a sigh of relief, Typhlosion rinsed Kent’s toothbrush in the sink, leaving it there as he carried his trainer to their bed. He grabbed the blanket with his foot, kicking it out of the way enough to get Jake under the covers, scooting in beside him on the other side.
 
Kent rolled over to face Typhlosion, eyelids fluttering open to meet with his pokémon’s.
 
“Sorry again” Kent muttered. Typhlosion remained silent, pulling him into a tight embrace, warm fur pressing against Kent.
 
 
“Hey, T?” He quietly whispered, running his hand through the pokémon’s thick fur. Typhlosion looked down towards him, a thin red blush crossing his cheeks.
 
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“I’m all for helping you out tonight. It’s really no problem at all.”  Kent chimed, feeling a gentle prodding in his side. Typhlosion’s blush deepened, trying to hide his shame by burying his head in his own fur.
 
Tucked between his hind legs, Typhlosion’s furry sheath had already spread wide to let his stiff crimson rod jab at Kent’s side. Kent’s hands slowly found their way to Typhlosion’s erect rod, fingers lightly dancing over his tip.
 
Typhlosion’s canine-like cock flared with warmth at his trainer’s touch, rigid and eager for attention as Kent rubbed and squeezed his head.
 
Typhlosion’s fiery collar flared up, heat washing over Kent as he worked his fingers over every sensitive spot he knew, one hand reaching lower to squeeze and stroke against the base of his shaft.
 
Any shyness in Typhlosion disappeared in mere moments, replaced by his lust that brought a low purr reverberating from his chest. Kent wrapping both hands around the fire-types girth and began to stroke slowly, eliciting drawn-out moans from the pokemon as he worked what little energy he had into stroking Typhlosion’s red pecker.
 
Typhlosion’s hands reached out to grasp the mattress for leverage, climbing overtop Kent as his hips thrusted against his hands wildly.
 
“Whoa, easy there Typhlosion!” Kent said, losing his grasp as the pokémon’s moving wobbled his dick out of reach. Typhlosion’s humps slowed long enough for Kent to get a hold of the pokémon’s rod and return to stroking up and down his length.
 
Pre dribbled from the pokémon’s tip, slicking Kent’s hands as he worked in time with his wild thrusting. Kent was hardly prepared as Typhlosion gave a guttural cry of ecstasy, cock spurting white globs of cum onto his chest and face, coating him in the pokémon’s essence.
 
His warm cum fired in wide arcs with every thrust Typhlosion did, tongue lolling from his agape mouth as he continued to paint his trainer in his semen. Even as his cock slowed to a dribble, Typhlosion’s hips kept thrusting forward, throwing what little jizz that dribbled free onto the bed.
 
“A warning would have been… “Kent trailed off, noticing the look in Typhlosion’s eyes. The fire-type stared at Kent with feral lust, his breathing heavy and hot as he stood on all fours over-top Kent. between his legs, Typhlosion’s cock had hardly seemed to lose steam, still hard and dripping thin trails of pre onto the bed.
 
Kent’s hands immediately went to his pants, undoing his belt and zipper to yank them down before Typhlosion made his own move. Without his trainer’s pants on, Typhlosion gripped Kent by the waist tightly, lifting his rear up to his head to come face-to-face with his boxers.
 
One hand grabbed the lip of the grey cloth and yanked down, exposing Kent’s groin and rump to the lusty pokemon. Kent hardly fought back as his legs were lifted to rest on Typhlosion’s shoulders, the pokémon’s tongue snaking out to greet his rear.
 
Typhlosion’s breath washed over Kent’s round cheeks, his tongue slavering over his trainer’s rear, working his hot saliva into every crevice of Kent’s rear until it shined in his fiery glow. Kent’s own cock had risen to full mast from Typhlosion’s efforts, eager for attention as Typhlosion continued to lavish his behind with his tongue.
 
Once Kent’s rear was slick with his spit, Typhlosion grasped his trainer by the ankles, lowering his glistening rump down towards his own red poker. With Kent’s ass well lubed for him, Typhlosion rocked his hips towards Kent, cock running between his cheeks and grinding against his taint.
 
The pokemon was content to hotdog his raging erection against Kent’s rear, rubbing against his backdoor with every thrust until Kent gave a frustrated moan. Sensing his trainer’s frustration, Typhlosion gave one last teasing thrust before pulling his cock tip towards Kent’s pucker before giving one strong thrust, stuffing Kent with half of his length in one fell swoop.
 
Kent cried out in joy, the feeling of his pokémon’s cock filling him with warmth, cock twitching in mutual pleasure. His legs, still held up by Typhlosion, shook as the pokemon thrusted deeper into him, cock stretching him wide.
 
Two more thrusts brought Typhlosion’s throbbing dick to the hilt in Kent’s rear, furry balls slapping against his rump as he fell into a rhythm. The bed rocked with every thrust Typhlosion did, plunging his oozing cock into Kent to rub every spot within him.
 
Kent’s moans grew louder as he squeezed against Typhlosion’s thick rod, even as his mind flew over the tipping point and his cock began to spew his own seedy deposit onto his chest alongside Typhlosion’s.
 
Typhlosion himself couldn’t last much longer as he hammered his cock into Kent, his fiery collar an inferno of red and yellow that burned with his lust. Typhlosion let go of Kent’s legs to plant both hands beside his trainer’s head, thrusting wildly into his soft rump as if his life depended on it.
 
What little control over himself that he had as his climax slowed, Kent mustered the strength in his legs to wrap around his pokémon’s body. Typhlosion gave one final moan as he sunk his cock as far as he could within Kent as his second orgasm crashed through him. Hot jizz shot wad after wad within Kent’s rear, depositing the pokémon’s seed deep within him to fill wherever the pokémon’s cock didn’t.
 
Kent bit his lip, feeling Typhlosion’s load spread further within him, a tingling warmth overtaking his senses. Typhlosion’s limbs gave in on him, flopping heavily onto Kent’s cum stained chest with a wet splat.
 
In a matter of seconds, both had succumbed to their own tiredness, stained in one another’s seed. Even in his slumbering state, Kent’s hands found their way to Typhlosion’s head, stroking through his warm fur tenderly.
 
No matter how long his work had held him, Kent wouldn’t have traded anything in place of the pokemon that he lived with.
 
And as the sun’s light began to peek through the cracks in the curtain beside the bed, neither of them even stirred, intent to hold each other in their embrace for an eternity.
 
 
The End...