From the very first day Koraidon met his trainer, he has received nothing but his undivided attention-- after all, most of the people in this current time period...world...whatever it is, see him as some sort of mythical being. A Pokémon to be treasured and taken care of, for it's the acute study of his form that's the most important and gleans so much into the world of the past, potentially the future, and beyond. That's how it should be. That's how it's always been, so much so that he's become complacent with having a human ride on his back whilst being hand-fed sandwiches three times a day.

At least, until his 'relative' showed up.

On a quiet cosy afternoon, with the sun setting over the island of Paldea, a Koraidon sat nestled under the shade of a tree in the Western Province, specifically Area One, near a riverbank between the towns of Cascarrafa and Cortondo. He lazily watched the Psyduck and Capsakid floating around in the water, having little territorial fights or just zoning out as the night began to set in, and over the hills Flittle floated around in the air and performed mating calls. There were so many other Pokémon, but after spending so long on Paldea, it all became a blur. Around this time of the day, his trainer would be setting up the picnic for dinner, and at first he had done just that...but now he was gone, having taken a quick walk down to Cortondo to pick up some supplies for food. Koraidon can't help but feel a little sad that he's gone, even if it's only for a while, but it's not that which irritated him the most, but his predecessor, a modern Pokémon that has recently taken up his trainer's time and garnered his affection.

At that moment, the Koraidon watched him. He knew instinctively the two of them were related in some way-- it was hard not to tell, given the similar body shape, same-shaped feet, same wide face...and the wheel in their chests all but confirmed it. But it was the way in which this Pokémon, this Cyclizar, had so easily won his trainer over just by being cute that the Koraidon hated the most. He could be cute! In fact, he was cute all the time! Wasn't he enough for him?

There was bitterness there, and resentment, but he couldn't hate his trainer, so he directed that to the Cyclizar instead. The two of them had never really gotten on, though it wasn't for lack of the Cyclizar trying. Even then, at that moment, the Pokémon was trying to impress him; he was zooming across the landscape around the picnic area their trainer had set up, going as fast as he could. Much like the Koraidon, he didn't actively use the wheel in his chest all that much, and it was mostly for decoration...but he was fast, that was for certain. Not as far as Koraidon, sure, but still fast.

The Cyclizar whirled around the side of the picnic table, threatening to knock it over, and the Koraidon raised his head from his laid-down position to warble an irritated complaint, lifting his torso up and exposing the wheel of his chest. Though neither could actually use the words that humans used to communicate, a combination of roars and body language did the job well enough to convey their thoughts and feelings across-- in response, the energetic Cyclizar ground to a halt and visibly deflated, like a child being scolded. He did as he was 'told', however, and relented from running around any more, lest he cause a mess. He trotted over to the Koraidon, getting close enough to him that he was but a handful of meters away, just barely within the shade of the tree. A silence fell between them, save for the sharp breaths of the Cyclizar after some fervent running.

The Koraidon didn't know why the Pokémon was so obsessed with impressing him; perhaps it was that eager need to get along with his ancestor, if he was even aware of it, or maybe it was because his trainer had mentioned it to him in passing. Maybe he felt jealous and was hoping to get tips about being a good Pokémon for their trainer-- after all, despite both of them being good methods of transportation, his human trainer always picked his Koraidon. He was reliable, capable, could scale mountains and even fly with his big white frills...the Cyclizar couldn't do all those things. Maybe it was that.

Or maybe it was something more. There was something about the way the Cyclizar was always zooming around, going as fast as it could...like it was trying to prove its speed to the other Pokémon, or prove it's capable in some way...but capable of what, exactly? There was a limit to how far the Koraidon's mind could stretch, even if Pokémon possessed a degree of sentience...whatever it was the Cyclizar was trying to prove, the Koraidon didn't quite understand it, not entirely.

The silence was cut through by a low warble coming from the Cyclizar's throat, and the tired Koraidon lifted his head and turned it slightly, peering at the green-scaled Pokémon with a sharp orange eye. The Cyclizar shied away from his gaze, but let out another peculiarly appeasing croon, at best considered an apology. The Koraidon, in his eyes, didn't have the patience to deal with the Cyclizar's moping, and he made a gruff sort of snort that, despite its harsh tone, was effectively forgiveness. His body language was relaxed as he dropped his head back down, hoping to get to nap until the smell of a wonderful sandwich reached his nostrils...but instead, he heard the shuffling of feet against grass, quiet breaths and a rumbling of indecision.

It was then that he felt it; the weight of the grass around him sinking slightly from a heavy Pokémon, followed by a mild brushing against his flank. Naturally, he snapped his head up, more out of curiosity than anything else, and he came face to face with the object of his current annoyance. The Cyclizar stood around his flank, sniffling at his thick hip where there was a diamond-shaped pattern, one on top of the other with a smaller one in the middle, cresting three red frill-like appendages that served as framing to his short white, purple and blue tails that sat atop a much thicker red one, with the top adorned with white diamond shapes and the underside thick and black, rubbery in texture, until it stopped about halfway down to the tapering end. He gave the Cyclizar a lidded, deadpan stare that made the other Pokémon practically wither from its gaze, but he warbled again, conveying some kind of thought.

The confused Koraidon didn't understand what he meant at first and simply kept staring, watching as the Cyclizar looked from his flank and back to his face again, nudging his head in some kind of knowing nod whilst nervously licking his lips. The red reptile, billowing a long sigh, slowly shifted and lifted up his outermost hind leg, greeting to the other Pokémon to his most intimate parts. The Cyclizar was momentarily stunned by the sight; between those red legs was a white underbelly, where the rubbery black underside of the Koraidon's tail met with his crotch, where with a thick, heavy set pair of balls with distinctive lines along their plump roundness, followed by a sagging, similarly etched cock, relatively uniform in shape with a bunch-up scaled end that hid away what looked to be something pinkish in texture. The appendage barely twitched when foreign eyes fell upon it, and the Koraidon continued staring, unfazed, as the Cyclizar looked from the appendage to the other Pokémon's face and back again. The green reptile lowered his head, leaning forward on all fours, and sniffed around the area-- not that close, but enough to grab a scent. The distinct scent of a male reached his nostrils, presumably, and he pulled away, eyes wide with surprise.

The Koraidon was...perplexed, to say the least. Was it not obvious he was male? Was it not obvious this Cyclizar was male too? Perhaps it was just because Koraidon in general had a good sense of smell, but he was sure it was clear. For a moment the green Pokémon did nothing, before abruptly lifting himself up onto two legs, balancing effortlessly upon them and standing, slightly hunched over, in a position similar to that of a human. He spaced his hind legs out, planting each of the four toes into the grass, and then looked down at himself, past the hump of his chest-tire and towards his own crotch. The Koraidon could understand now, at least to a point, why he might be confused-- where Koraidon had thick scaly external cocks and testicles, the Cyclizar was...flat. In the dim light, the Koraidon was only just barely about to make out the thin line of a slit, but it melded so easily into the pointed bump of scale-rubber between his legs that he almost didn't see it. The Cyclizar looked from himself to the Koraidon's crotch, the red reptile's hind foot wiggling and creasing the oval pads on each webbed toe, before the Pokémon warbled in confusion, eyes darting around. The Koraidon felt a degree of pity-- his 'colleague' looked very bewildered. He couldn't do much to help him understand, however; what he was seeing was all he needed to know.

What The Koraidon hadn't been expecting, however, was for the Cyclizar to want to understand further; the Pokémon bowed his head down and his green-scaled head delved beneath the Koraidon's outstretched leg, moving closer towards his crotch. The Koraidon's cock sat there rather limply, a dark black colour with little lines along the length and balls simulating rubber, to match the underside texture of his tail and his chest by extension. The Koraidon stiffened slightly when the Cyclizar hovered his head mere inches from that length, and the larger Pokémon couldn't help but feel a growing stir of arousal. Mating was never something on the table for the Koraidon; though a primary directive, he was intelligent enough to seek pleasure over instinct, but he couldn't be sure if this other Pokémon felt the same, or if he were merely satisfying a morbid curiosity.

The reptile's head hovered by that limp dick for a moment, twisting his head this way and that, before the Cyclizar stuck out his tongue and nosed it along the slowly swelling length of it, brushing so delicately that, for a moment, the Koraidon barely even felt it. The Cyclizar pressed a bit further after a few moments and the Koraidon's arousal stirred even more, growing to a half-mast that made his cock swell and twitch from such a tender touch. When had he last mated another Pokémon? The Koraidon couldn't even remember. The more the Cyclizar nudged around his cock, the larger it grew, until it swelled to a rigid and girthy full mast. It throbbed every so often, the tip of it, rounded like humanoid glans, swelling and pulsing with need as the member swung up and down slightly, eager for more. The Koraidon let out a low, rumbling purr that indicated its enjoyment, and the Cyclizar let out a half-bark, half-chirp as some sort of agreement, or perhaps excitement. Anyone watching would have no idea about the communication going on between them.

With renewed purpose, the Cyclizar moved in a little closer, nudging along the turgid length of his ancestor's twitching cock until his rounded, half-rubbery snout nudged against the tip. Those reptilian nostrils flared inquisitively and watched when the member swung up and down with pleasured throbs, before the Cyclizar stuck out its tongue, dragging the wide, wet appendage straight along the tip, swirling around the glans and smearing against the top. The Koraidon let out a warble of approval and rolled his head to the side, closing his eyes to relish the sensation of being so fervently licked. The feeling was enough to make him want to move, and for a moment the Cyclizar retreated so that the Koraidon could roll more onto his back, effectively exposing himself. The green Pokémon moved into position between his legs, swinging one front and hind leg over that thick half-rubber tail so that they could get closer.

Slowly, the curious and eager Cyclizar worked his tongue over the length of the Koraidon's dick, starting around the tip at first to finish what he'd started, before beginning to work his way down, lapping and slathering the long and almost prehensile tongue all the way down, tasting every available inch. Whether it knew to do it out of natural instinct or had watched some kind of human porn was hard to say, but regardless the Koraidon enjoy it, his legs splaying out and his toes curling as the Cyclizar wormed all the way to the base, his tongue smearing and licking this heavy black balls.

The Cyclizar rolled his head up, running his mouth up and down the Koraidon's twitching length that now sat pressed against the Pokémon's stomach, occasionally throbbing. The tip was already beginning to ooze little dribbles of pre-cum onto his white-scaled stomach, between the two darker rubbery parts of his underbelly, where it oozed between the grooves and dribbled down around the sides, bit by bit.

With a quiet warbling groan, the Koraidon sat up slightly, lidding his gaze and watched the Cyclizar's movements, delighting when the tongue rolled around the tip and tasted every inch of the glands, covering it in spit that dribbled in places, trickling down the length and cooling around to seep and press against those smooth underscales. That eager tongue inevitably moved down, and within that groping and licking came a revelation to the Koraidon-- the Cyclizar was achingly hard now, and his cock was rubbing along the Pokémon's tail, nearing a particularly intimate and compromising spot. With each little nudge closer, the Koraidon could definitely feel the Cyclizar's tip growing ever closer to the delicate pink hole hidden in the crease between his taint and the base of his tail.

The Koraidon's gaze lidded further, his tongue lashing from between his wide lips to lick around them, in a telltale human-like way to indicate seeing something delicious...in the Koraidon's case, it was usually a good sandwich, but there were times like this, too. He angled a leg inwards, dragging the scaly bump of his heel over the Cyclizar's back until it hovered and pressed gently somewhere around his lower back, towards the base of his tail. With a grunt, the Koraidon pushed his heel down, which in turn nudged the green Pokémon closer to that sensitive spot. The Cyclizar didn't understand at first, letting out a confused warbling noise akin to a mixture of protesting and irritation, but the Pokémon straightened slightly and darted their gaze down, quickly understanding the Koraidon's intentions from the way that exotic member pressed and smeared against the entrance. Delicate pleasure ran up the Cyclizar's spine, and with it came an eager desire to breed.

He didn't need instructing on what to do by that point; even the Cyclizar was a wild Pokémon once. The tapering of that reptilian cock smeared around, pre-cum making it difficult to find its mark, before it started to tease and push against the flesh, where the Koraidon's hole stretched to accommodate him without much difficulty; he was, after all, bigger than the Cyclizar by a reasonable margin. The green reptile put a front paw down on the base of his cock, sliding it along the length to better help angle the penetration, but once the wedged tip of his length snagged and slipped into that entrance, the rest followed suit with ease. The Koraidon grunted, eyes squinting as he rolled and squirmed to adjust into a better position on his back, tail swishing to and fro as the Cyclizar pressed deeper in a single push, shuddering from the sensation of mating with such a tight orifice.

It was good for the Koraidon too, naturally; a tickle of pleasure swept its way up his body as the Cyclizar's slender yet exotic length probed deeper into him, sinking down until half of the member was inside. Though the tip was wedged, the length of the Cyclizar's cock was narrow and relatively uniform, save for the bumps and ridges on either side that ribbed and spread across the Koraidon's sensitive innards. The member slid deeper, and with it came a warble of delight from the green reptile, accompanied by a responsive, equally-as-turned-on groan from the Koraidon's maw. They rocked against each other for a moment as the Cyclizar attempted to knead his member deeper, but after a point he met resistance, when the larger Pokémon's innards and ring clamped down and squeezed. The Cyclizar didn't knot it, but his twitching, eager cock had pressed upon a sensitive spot inside the Koraidon, one that made his entire body spasm and his black cock throb upwards, oozing pre-cum onto his own chest and stomach.

Slowly, the Cyclizar inched his body back, eyes snapping wildly and eagerly up and down the Koraidon's body, looking from his cock to his balls and that stretched hole and back again, his mouth agape and threatening to drool at the sight-- it's hard for the Koraidon to imagine that the Cyclizar was so sheepish and naive just a handful of moments ago. It was clear now that he knew what he was doing, especially by the way his feral hips rolled and pushed down, rubbing against that sensitive spot inside the Koraidon's body, making his own cock swing up and down and eager delight. A croon escaped him, one that was both encouraging and sensual, and in response the Cyclizar let out a long and possessive growl. The red Pokémon had to resist the urge to roll his eyes at that.

The Cyclizar's movements quickened, each huff and pant indicative of how close he was already-- the poor Pokémon was already about to blow, of that the Koraidon was sure, and in return the larger creature pressed a front paw to his own dick, stroking along the turgid underside of it from base to tip, elicit a handful of tender droplets of pre-cum from the end that oozed onto his stomach and trickled down in messy little streams. He rumbled with pleasure at the feeling, curling his toes and putting a little more pressure on the Cyclizar's back as he wriggled, feeling the green reptile's member fill him up more and more.

The Koraidon could feel the other Pokémon tremble, paws digging into the dirt, finding purchase and pushing down as he tried to steady himself, and he could see why-- the Cyclizar looked to be holding back as much as he could, and from the way he stuffed deeper and lolled his tongue, he was just on the cusp of releasing inside. The red creature sat up slightly, snorting through his nostrils as his tendrils quivered from his own pleasure, before he used his free hand to grab at the Cyclizar's head and pull him down, more or less up against his body and twitching length. The green reptile stiffened for a moment before he warbled his delight, angling his head to try and lick at some of the Koraidon's cock, but it took some effort to bend his body inwards which, in turn, slid his member just a little deeper, until he was almost full inside. He couldn't withdraw for a moment, mostly thanks to the Koraidon's leg pinning him down, but when the Pokémon noticed and loosened his limb, the Cyclizar tugged back, those ridges rubbing along the sensitive innards of the Koraidon's tight hole.

The Cyclizar picked up speed pretty quickly, and the other Pokémon thought for sure he would take a little longer to cum, but after a small handful of thrusts that urged the Koraidon to pull his leg back and give the Cyclizar freedom to move, the green reptile plunged down, closing his eyes and trembling on the spot as his tail thumped happily against the floor, encouraged by pleasurable sensations. A sudden and abrupt warmth flooded the Koraidon's belly, making his scales tingle with the sensation, and he could feel the Cyclizar's ample-sized cock pulsing within him, twitching and throbbing up and down in a way that accentuated each clear and obvious orgasmic spurt. The green Pokémon flopped against the larger one's body, squirming gleefully against the Koraidon's twitching length. His movements stirred the larger Pokémon, eliciting spikes of pleasure through the ancestor's loins and up his spine. The Cyclizar crooned with a mixture of exhaustion and bliss, opening his lidded gaze and blinking up at the Koraidon, sticking out his tongue.

Slowly, the red Pokémon twisted his head to the side, warbling and rumbling with intent, shifting his legs further apart and kicking a leg up to brush it against the other's side, who shifted and raised his body, licking his lips as his gaze abruptly travelled down and took in the sight of the Koraidon's still hard cock. Without any encouragement, the smaller reptile bows his head, nuzzling and nudging along that turgid member, sticking out his tongue to lick and drag along the length, from roughly halfway and up towards the tip. Just that act alone elicited a little throb, and in turn the Koraidon's innards clenched, squeezing out the final remnants of cum from the Cyclizar's spent dick.

The Koraidon expected him to be particularly inexperienced, but he was pleasantly surprised to find himself growing closer to his orgasm just from the Cyclizar's eager licks. The smaller Pokémon's front paws curled around the thick cock, the coarse black pads on his palm and each of his four digits stroking up and down over the smooth scales of the dark cock, the rubbery-looking length pulsing madly from such easy stimulation. Each drag down coaxed the foreskin back on the Koraidon's member, eliciting eager dribbles of pre-cum, and each glide upwards bunched it back at the tip, causing the substance the pool around the wrinkly end.

The Cyclizar couldn't help but to taste it, moving his tongue to the tip to roll his tongue around and scoop up the fluids as his paws dragged the foreskin back to expose and coax more of it out, but perhaps it was a mistake for him to even dare to put his mouth closer to the end-- the larger reptile curled a paw against the top of the Cylizar's rounded head, the digits splaying to find purchase against his rubbery, scaly black cranium, before he tugged him down and onto that member. The Pokémon plunged a handful of inches before he started to resist, but the Koraidon had more than had his fill at that point, huffing as he tried to pump his hips up into that maw. They jiggled and moved as one, with both the Cyclizar instinctively tugging back and the larger, more lustful Pokémon wanting nothing more than to get off.

After a few shuddering movements, croons of pleading for patience and huffs of delightful passion, it was the Cyclizar's turn to be surprised; the other creature knew he wasn't going to last long, and he made sure to pull the other down nice and firmly before his member throbbed and pulsed, stiffening and straining up against the roof the Cyclizar's mouth, trying to become uniform and straight rather than curved into that maw, but it didn't matter anyway-- barely a moment or two later, a thick and ample spurt of cum, gooey and viscous, shot straight into the reptile's maw, where it splattered against the back of his throat and readily trickled out around the sides of his two-toned lips, trickling down to his rubbery black chin. The Koraidon tried to push his hips up further, mostly to ride out his own orgasm, but the Cyclizar instinctively pulled back and recoiled, letting the cock flop down against the other Pokémon's stomach, where an arc of seed shot upwards and splattered the red reptile's chin. More and more wet spurts and globs of paradox nut soon followed, most of it pooling against the Koraidon's chest, whilst the Cyclizar watched in awe and stroked his paws up and down the other's length, squeezing and coaxing throbs of desperation from that twitching mass.

The larger Pokémon flopped back, stretching their back legs out and smearing their front paws around their chest, down to their length, where the rubbery pads of their digits met with the top of the Cyclizar's own dutiful hands. The smaller predecessor tilted his head to the side and rumbled his curiosity, and in that moment the Koraidon became vividly aware of how fully embedded the other Pokémon still was. He wriggled, as if to point it out, and his body language made the Cyclizar understand; with a wet, audible squelch, the reptile pulled back and his sticky, cum-covered cock slipped free from that clenching, spasming hole. With a tired warble, the Koraidon flung himself to the side and rolled, huffing and panting as his member still twitched, oozing dribbles of cum onto the grass around his limbs. After a few moments, the Cyclizar joined him, by way of crawling up onto his side and laying on top of him.

The Koraidon raised his head to snarl, but held his tongue. An irritated huff escaped him before he flopped back down, resigning to letting the other reptile nuzzle against his neck and cuddle into his body. Maybe he wasn't so bad after all.