DRAGONS OF THE DESERT

Pokemon Lemon Fiction
By: Scy Storm
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AUTHOR'S NOTES: This fic is for AGNPH's July "Bring the Heat" contest theme, in which all the stories are graded by their smuttiness!  So yeah, don't expect a terrible amount of story or character development here, because this is totally for the smut. I don't want to hear any bitching, you hear?! I'll get back to actual storyline stories soon enough. For now, I wanted some serious Flygon porn. It works double well for the "Bring the Heat" theme, cause not only is if fuckin hot, but it takes place in a desert!

INEVITABLE DISCLAIMER: This story has a bunch of sex in it involving various genders and situations and shit. If you don't like it, don't read. But how can you hate Flygons and Garchomps? They're sexy as hell.

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"Come on, Sandan, you can do better than that!"

A shiny Vibrava, eyes & wings shining bright orange in the sunlight of Shimmer Desert, calls out in annoyance to his Sandshrew partner. The Sandshrew pants a little as he stands back to his feet, grunting out in his own annoyance. "I'm not as strong as you, Drache! You need to take it easy..." He replies.

Drache lowers his head feelers a little. "I'm... trying to hold back. Is it still too much? I just want to evolve so badly. I know I'm close!"

"Yes! I'm trying to help you, but you hit too hard. Maybe you should just dodge instead of counterattack."

"Hmm... Yeah I guess that could work. It's impulse, I guess... Now come on!"

The Vibrava readies himself on the ground, suppressing his levitating powers for this sparring match, to be fair to his friend. Sandan makes a short hop to the air, rolling into a ball and speeding toward Drache as soon as he hits the ground. Drache leaps over him, which Sandan expected. The 'shrew immediately pops back up behind him, unloading with swipes of his claws at his back. Drache eeps, quickly dashing forward and turning, in time to duck under some sand kicked up by the rodent. Sandan doesn't let up, rolling at him again, as Drache dodges to the side. The 'shrew pops back out of ball form again and immediately dives into the sand, swiftly burrowing downward. Drache readies himself and moves around the ground slowly, listening for anything he can hear beneath him. Not a sound. "Rrf... How do you do this so quietly?" He says to himself in a whisper.

As he takes another few steps to the side, Sandan suddenly leaps out of the ground, striking the dragonfly in his stomach and sending him tumbling away. Drache whines and gets to his feet, only to have the rodent back on him with more swipes. Drache tries his best to dart back and forth away from the claws, resisting the urge to counterattack. Sandan surprises him with a flip, connecting to his face with his tail. The dazed dragonfly staggers back, only to get the rodent spinning up against him. Drache groans, his body tensing as he growls in anger, something clicking as he suddenly blasts Sandan away from him with a large beam of green energy out of his mouth. Sandan squeals and tumbles back, flopping on his belly, disoriented. He shakes it off and stands up, groaning. "Hey! I said no attacking!"

Drache shakes his head around. "Erg... I'm sorry! I don't even know why it came out so large... eep!" He cuts himself off as a bright glow suddenly overtakes his form.

Sandan sees it and watches with sparkling eyes as his brightened friend warps and grows right before his eyes. After a moment the glow dissipates into sparkles, and standing before him is a green & blue Flygon, his wing/tail edges & eye guards shining a gentle orange in the sunlight. Drache blinks his new eyes a few times, the two standing there in silence for a moment, Drache looking at himself before breaking the silence with a squeal. "I did it! I did it!!" He yells.

Sandan giggles and hops up and down. "Finally!"

Drache spins around in a circle before picking up the surprised rodent in his new arms, hugging him tightly and then setting him down again. "This is so cool! I gotta find the others!"

The new Flygon flaps his new wings, levitating himself off the ground and raising up some sand, before suddenly jetting forward past his Sandshrew friend. He tests out his new vastly-improved flight abilities, turning in a half circle across the desert sands, heading back toward his home village. He and Sandan weren't very far from it, so it only takes him a few moments, the desert Pokemon perking in surprise as a special colored Flygon suddenly zips into their humble sand town, dropping down and flicking his tail about. One of the Vibravas buzzes. "Drache? Is that you?" It asks unnecessarily, since there were no other known shiny Pokemon in the desert.

Drache nods excitedly. "Yes it is! I'm finally evolved!"

The desert denizens cheer, as his Flygon parents appear and find him, hugging around his neck. "Congratulations, son!" His mother exclaims.

He nuzzles against them before they pull away, Drache looking around as the various Pokemon approach him and marvel at his scale color, most all of them never having seen a shiny Flygon before. He begins to blush and shy away from all the attention... as if he didn't get enough of it when he was a Vibrava. "Give him some space, everyone." He hears his father say, as the Pokemon disperse a bit.

"I... I'm gonna go practice more flying, I'll be back later!" He says, a bit of a lie, as he scurries away from all the prying eyes.

He heads around half a mile away from town, toward a pretty oasis that's a frequent spot for the denizens. Amazingly, no one is around it at the moment. Drache smiles to himself as he walks across one of the only green areas of the desert, stopping above one of the clear water pools to gaze at himself. He could see his blue scales on himself earlier, but the gazing into the water lets him better see the orange he has on his wings and eye guards. He gazes quietly, smiling and flicking his tail, watching the little fan-shaped tailend move in the water's reflection. Then suddenly, a paw grasps onto the tailfan, almost making him leap right out of his scales. "Yeah, it's pretty neat, isn't it?" Says a female voice.

He spins and nearly falls over, turning around to see another young Flygon like him, normal colored. Her own tail flicks to the side, showing a pink ribbon tied on it just underneath the tailfan. "Oh! Libelle!" He says, recognizing the signature ribbon anywhere.

She giggles as he hugs around her with his new arms tightly, returning his hug. "Took you long enough! You left town before I could find you and see your new blueness." She tells him.

He lets go of her and blushes a little. "Er... Yeah, I was practically mobbed with attention... I should have just waited before going right into town, but I was so happy."

"Well a shiny Pokemon is a huge rarity. They'll learn to avoid your personal space eventually."

He nods happily, and then spins around once. "It looks cool though, doesn't it? Are you jealous?" He says teasingly.

She smirks and crosses her arms. "As if. Besides, I evolved last week, and you were jealous as heck."

He erks and tucks his feelers backward. "Er.. Yeah well... Whatever! At least it didn't take me much longer."

She giggles and waves her tail, looking around. "Yeah, I'm glad for that. And I'm also glad there's no one here right now besides us."

Drache headtilts a little. "Hm? Why's that?"

Libelle looks back at him, a devious twinkle in her eyes as she suddenly leaps on him, sending him to his back on the greenery, Drache yelping out. "H-Hey! What gives?"

The femgon situates herself atop him and grins down at his face. "Oh don't be so naive~" She says, letting out a gentle growl before locking her muzzle with his.

He can feel his face practically on fire as Libelle is kissing him, the Flygon freezing up in terms of what to do, though unwilling to make her stop. She kisses him for a few moments, claws flexing on his chest before she pulls up and grunts. "Oh don't just lay there like a rock, dragon." She says, a little annoyed.

"L-Libelle, what are you doing?" He stammers out.

She giggles to him as she sways a little on top of him. "I said don't be naive..." She says, as she tucks her muzzle under his chin, rumbling in delight. "I've always adored you, Drache, never mind what color you were. I've been desperately waiting for the day we were both Flygons. I'm taking you for my own before those other Vibrava girls evolve and decide they want a piece of Mr. Shiny."

Drache squirms about underneath her, feeling so shocked and shy, unable to stop from rumbling himself at her nose rubbing around his neck & chin. "Y-You could have said something... probably long ago..."

She giggles a little once more to that. "I could have, but why spoil it? Consider it an evolution day surprise." She says as she raises her head back up. "Now kiss me, you shy thing, you."

He barely gets a chance to squeak as she locks muzzles with him again, Drache grunting awkwardly, taking a moment before his eyes drift closed and he starts returning her kiss. He can feel her squirm with happiness once he does, the femgon kissing him harder, finding his unmoving hands and grasping them with her own. Drache feels his body glow with warmth and relaxation as the two of them kiss, his mind snapping back to reality when she stops, the two panting as a little string of saliva stretches from their tongues, snapping immediately. Drache breathes and just stares up at her, not sure what to say, as she smiles so sweetly to him, before hrming, suddenly pressing her belly downward and up against his rock-hard length. "You're quick." She says with a grin.

Drache gasps and back arches a little, his face glowing. He didn't even realize that had happened. She giggles sharply, letting go of his hands and backing herself up with a devious grin. Drache erks and is able to sit up, just in time to feel two Flygon paws grasp his new manhood tightly, the malegon freezing and groaning sharply. Libelle blushes as she slides her paws along his length, looking up at his pleasured face only briefly, otherwise not taking her eyes off of it. "Seems you're gifted in more ways than just your colors..." She remarks.

The malegon tries to say something, but nothing comes out. He's far too dumbstruck by shyness and the sexy situation he's found himself in... and doesn't she know it. She looks up at him again and giggles, drifting her paws downward toward the base of his length, her muzzle slipping over the end, hearing the loud groan it causes out of her partner. Drache watches with unmoving eyes as she slides her muzzle down half of his length, desperately keeping his body from squirming from this new pleasure. She doesn't go any farther, Drache not sure why, although the femgon knows she's hesitant because of her non-existent experience. Although if she is inexperienced, Drache can't tell. She holds snugly onto the base of his length, not bothering to try and suppress her red-hot blush as she works her muzzle slowly up and down his length, doing anything with her tongue she feels he might enjoy. And judging by the cute little whines he makes with his breaths, it must be working. "Li... Libelle..." He stammers quietly.

She shuts her eyes a bit and focuses on pleasuring him, noting it doesn't take long at all for his preseed to leak out right onto her squirming tongue, the female's muzzle vibrating with a pleasure-filled rumble. Drache curls his toes & claws, shutting his eyes tight, not bothering to suppress his somewhat embarrassing whines as his body is jolted with the pleasure from her muzzle work. He gradually gets his eyes open again when he hears her let out a muffled whine, seeing her tail is curled up underneath her belly, the Flygon girl back-arching and squirming a little as her muzzle moves a little erratically. As he begins to get the idea of what she's doing, his eyes snap wide awake as she pulls off his length with a hard pant, paws letting go of the throbbing base. "Aahh... d-damn..." She stammers out.

Drache's scrambled brain tries to cope with the loss of pleasure. "W-What? What is it?"

Libelle's eyes are clouded with lust as she looks at him, before she turns around and rolls over onto her back, pulling one of the ends of her tailfan out of her dripping sex. "Come on, Drachy... I can't wait anymore."

Drache's length throbs almost painfully as he gazes at the beautiful, horny dragon laying displayed before him, a bunch of gibberish coming out of his mouth before he can form a coherent sentence. "I'm... I don't..."

The sultry giggle she lets out almost betrays her state of lust as she stares at him. Such a shy, confused boy. "Just gaze for a moment... Your instincts will kick in, I'm sure."

Drache quiets himself and does just that, Libelle watching his eyes cloud over with lust, his arousal feeling as though it's becoming more painful the longer he waits. The malegon soon drifts forward above her, Libelle laying her tail flat on the ground and moaning to the very feeling of his presence above her. He gazes down between their bodies, as the head of his length makes contact with her sex, soaking in the whine he hears from her. He sinks the end of his length into her, his body locking up briefly from the feeling, his claws flexing. Her loud moan of desire spurs him forward however, and in an instant his instincts kick in, the Flygon sending his large length straight to the hilt firmly. Libelle cries out hard underneath him, pain evident in her pleasured voice as she clings to him. This is enough to snap Drache to his senses, his head turning back upward. "L-Libelle? Are you okay? What's wrong?"

The femgon inhales sharply and exhales against him, holding back tears from her eyes as she loosens her hold on him, sliding her nose against his neck. "N-Nothing, don't worry, just inexperience... Don't lose yourself now, my cutie..."

Drache's momentary lapse in concentration melts away hearing her encouraging words, and it dawns on him that his throbbing length is deep inside her body, constricted very much by her warmth. He lets out a sudden moan as his mind lapses back into his instincts, his body grinding against her briefly as he situates his hips, before he begins to pump them back and forth, working his eager length at her squealing form. Libelle finds his paws with hers again, squeezing them tightly and leaning her head back against the oasis grass, intimately feeling what she's been desiring for several years now. "Oh, Drachy, yes!!"

The malegon doesn't bother replying, his mind focused on breeding his female, his head hanging above her with eyes closed and releasing plenty of eager groans, his paws absentmindedly gripping hers. Her bow-adorned tail comes off the ground, drifting upward and coiling around his like a snake, restricting it from flicking around like crazy. Drache doesn't even register this, his body getting a jolt of pleasure every time his length digs into her squeezing body, milking out his thick preseed, Libelle feeling it covering every inch of her inner body. She picks her head off the ground, looking up at his pleasured self. She pulls one of her paws free of his, reaching up and tugging his head down, making his eyes open again in surprise. She presses snouts close, their hot breaths felt across each others faces as she stares to his eyes, gripping very hard with her inner muscles on purpose. "Harder..." She whispers.

Drache's thrusts falter for just a moment from her grip and her whisper, the malegon letting out a dominant growl as she shoves her head back to the ground with a kiss, his length quickly drilling into her with as much force as he can muster, a good amount of it leaving her body with each upward motion. The femgon lets out a loud but muffled squeal as she feels it, blushing intensely going mostly limp under him aside from doing her best to kiss him back. His own muffled groans do little to drown out her muffled whines as he gives her everything he has, the connection of their scales beginning to make a lewd noise from all the liquid evidence of their coupling. Libelle is beginning to squirm like crazy underneath him, which he barely notices, but what he does notice is her inner body going absolutely crazy with grips when she climaxes, her back arching hard and pressing to his. He breaks the kiss suddenly from the feeling, letting her wail out cleanly to the air. His thrusts falter for only a moment, but he quickly gets back to pace, driving into her body as it climaxes, and continuing as the climax ends, the female sprawled limply underneath him. She pants hard and watches him, feeling his length throb hard inside of her. She manages to grasp his paws again, just in time for him to grasp hers hard, shoving to the hilt one last time and stopping. A quick, large dragonbreath fires into the air from his mouth as he finally breaks, Libelle feeling his thick, hot seed shooting as deep as it can go into her depths. Her entire head practically turns red as she moans loud for him, seeing his sexy self frozen above her, emptying his essence into her eager body. After what seems like an eternity, the malegon lets out a held back breath, gently collapsing atop of her, his chin coming to a rest on the greenery next to her fallen head. The two lay quiet for moments, aside from hard panting, their huge arousals managing to calm down and give into the afterglow. "L-Libelle..." Drache quietly stammers, breaking the silence.

"Oh Drache... You're amazing..." She replies to him, like she was just waiting for him to say something.

He manages to lift his head upward, her own turning to look up at him, their eyes meeting as he rumbles happily. "Thanks for the surprise."

She manages a weak giggle, tugging on his hands that remain clenched with her, his head drooping down to meet hers in a tired, brief kiss, the femgon wiggling. "I love you..." She says.

Drache blushes brightly for the first time in a while, his shyness kicking in again as he presses noses with her a little. "I... I love you too..."

She practically squeals as she rubs noses with him, the choosing to just bask in the afterglow underneath him in lieu of saying anything else. Drache just loses himself in thought, feeling VERY satisfied with how this day has panned out...



"Are you sure she went this way?" Sandan asks, following closely behind his Flygon friend.

Drache sniffs a little just above the desert sands, hovering just above the ground, trying not to go too fast for his little buddy to keep up. "Yes, okay? I'm not a dog, but I can tell your mother went this way. Plus her footprints are still barely visible." He replies.

"Alright, alright, I believe you."

The Flygon thinks to himself as he follows the trail. "Why do you care so much that she went out here anyway?"

"Because my father usually does the necessary explorations out here. But he's sick, and my mother isn't as strong as him, so I'm worried." Sandan explains.

Drache shrugs a little. He thinks the worries are unfounded. "Fair enough."

The two follow the trail for a few minutes more, eventually leading toward a large plateau, the top of which above them extends farther than the bottom, bathing the sand underneath it in shade. Drache walks around the edge of the mountainous plateau, passing through many fallen rocks, likely from collapsed caves that used to be here. "Interesting place..." Drache thinks out loud.

He perks up eventually as he can hear a voice a ways ahead, Sandan squeaking a little. "That's my mother!" He says.

Drache shushes him and sneaks along the side of the plateau, working closer to the voices. Hiding behind a stack of rocks, they both peek around them, their faces going red at what they see. Just ahead in the shade of the plateau is Sandan's mother, her backspines retracted downward as she's on her back, her body hugged around a rather large male's dick, her tongue dancing on it as her paws rub, careful not to get the claws involved. The length belongs to a Garchomp warrior, growling in luster as he pumps his hips, grinding his length against her wet sex & body, which is too small to get actual sex from him. Drache recognizes the Garchomp as Racker, an explorer of some repute who scours Shimmer Desert a lot and occasionally stops back at Drache & Sandan's home village. Sandan would have no idea who it is though. "W-Why's my mother doing that with him?!" He says, trying to be quiet, despite his surprise.

Drache shushes him, and just keeps watching, the Sandslash moaning on while pumping her paws along the grinding length, the Garchomp growling louder in his luster, his pre leaking all over her face. The 'shrew ducks back behind the rocks, the Flygon joining him as Sandan grrs. "My father won't like this... I gotta go tell him!" He says before running off.

"N-No, wait!" Drache says, quietly, which of course doesn't get heard as Sandan runs away, easily able to follow the trail the two of them made.

Drache knows he should follow, but his own mind keeps him there to watch the fun, as he blushes and goes back to peeking around the rock. The pair is moaning louder as the 'slash can feel the Garchomp throbbing, and soon enough he starts letting out a nice load, which overshoots her at first before the landshark pulls backward, spraying his load all over her body, and pressing his dick up against her sex so some of his cum can go into her... That's the best he can do with her small body. She moans in slut-like luster for all of it, before the shark is done, grinning down at her widely. The two are quiet for a bit as they get over their pleasure, the Sandslash eventually getting up and collecting her treasure bag. The Garchomp grins down at her. "I think you've earned that haul." He says.

She grins widely to him. "I'll have to remember to make deals with you again... I'm sorry I couldn't do much more than that."

"Heheh... Don't worry, I'll find a partner big enough for me soon enough." He replies, oddly confident.

She nods and pets over his dick teasingly as she walks away from him, leaving the shade of the plateau out in another direction, where Drache believes there might be another oasis. The Flygon tucks back behind the rocks again, hitting himself mentally for being perverted enough to keep watching. He starts to sneak away to follow his Sandshrew buddy, keeping to the wall of the plateau. However he's nearly shocked out of his body as two spikes slam into the ground in front of him, a large presence looming above him. He notices the spikes attached to two blue, finned arms, gulping as he slowly looks up above him to see the grinning face of Racker the Garchomp. "You and your friend should be more quiet."

Drache shivers a little, smiling awkwardly. The landshark can hear very well, evidently. "Um... Hello..."

"Hello to you too. Did you enjoy the show?"

The Flygon shivers a little. "It... was interesting, I guess. Sorry to butt in, I'll go now..."

The Garchomp chuckles, and the Flygon eeps as the finned arms wrap around him, pulling him back to the clearing where he just got lewd with the Sandslash. He plops him back on the ground near a rock, which the Flygon quickly backs up against, scared of the veteran explorer. The Garchomp chuckles again. "Hey, I'm not gonna hurt you, buddy. I'm not a bad guy. I can tell both of us need a little fun." He says.

"Huh...? What do you mean?"

The Garchomp smirks at him and tilts his muzzle downward. The Flygon looks down and eeps, realizing his own length is rock hard. He didn't even notice! Curse this new body. "O-Oh, well, you see..."

"Yeah, I know, you just evolved a week ago. I keep up with the news in your home, and it's impossible not to find someone talking about Mr. Shiny."

Drache squirms shyly, feeling very awkward laying there aroused in the presence of someone other than Libelle. "F-Flattering I guess..."

The landshark grins wildly, and it begins to dawn on the Flygon that the Garchomp's own arousal is still raging, despite practically turning a Sandslash white moments before. "Like I said, it looks like you're eager, and so am I for something that's not a desert rodent. You game, dragon?"

Drache squirms more and stammers a bunch in his blushing shyness. "I... I have a girlfriend, I think I'm perfectly fine with her..."

"Oh I'm sure you are..." Racker says, stepping a little closer to the Flygon, his musk caking the air around them. "But you're also attracted to me. I can tell. You're free to bask in your attraction. I could use a larger partner anyway."

The Flygon blushes so brightly as the Garchomp sees right through him. He feels odd being attracted to another male, but then again, he's never been in a sexual situation with one before until now. His arousal starts to get that painful throbbing feeling, as if telling him to get to the fun already. Drache's eyes drift down to the large length presented before him, still glistening with seed that the Garchomp let out only moments before, as well as most likely the Sandslash's sexual juices around the base. He looks shyly up at the landshark again briefly, Racker only grinning at him, urging him on. The Flygon finally gives in, getting out of his uncomfortable position and back to his two feet, still kneeling in front of the Garchomp. His muzzle drifts forward, his nose picking up the heavy musk as he pants a bit, before his tongue slides up the front of the length, going all the way to the tip and picking up plenty of seed on the way up. "Awrr... That's it..." Racker mumbles with an eager growl.

Drache shivers a little, the male's taste intoxicating as he slides his tongue over the length some more, cleaning a decent amount of the seed off of it before his muzzle closes down over the end, getting a little groan out of the Garchomp. The Flygon continues blushing widely as he sinks his muzzle down a few inches of the length, stopping there since he's not sure he's able to handle it farther. He rubs his tongue along it and begins bobbing his head, doing his best to imitate what Libelle does to him occasionally. Now he's sort of understanding why she enjoys it. The eager groans sounding out of the Garchomp make it obvious that he's quite happy to have a partner who is big enough to actually oral him. Drache gently closes his eyes as he works over the length, bringing his paws upward and rubbing across the rest of it that he's not suckling, getting more eager groans out of the Garchomp. He can feel what must be preseed leaking down his throat plentifully after only a moment, the Flygon rumbling in delight from it, his own body feeling the warmth of high arousal. He soon gets a little tap on his head from the Garchomp, however. Drache erks and opens his eyes, pulling off the length and looking up at the grinning landshark with a pant. "That's enough... Turn around and brace yourself on that rock, tail raised..." He says, punctuating it with an eager growl.

The Flygon reverts back into shy mode as he lets go of the length, turning to see the large-ish rock he was leaning back against a moment ago. He walks up and grabs onto it, looking behind himself at the Garchomp and raising his fanned tail upward across his back. He can recall Libelle being in this same position for their 2nd coupling. The Garchomp feasts his eyes on the braced malegon for a moment, seeing the dripping Flygon length hanging below. He quickly gets himself looming over him, his arm spikes resting on the same rock as he growls lovingly at the Flygon, his dick pressing up against the male's virgin rump, before getting itself pushing in. The Flygon practically squeaks, sticking his mouth onto one of his paws, whining muffledly into it as he feels the big length slowly spreading him open anally, complete with jolts of pain every inch it gets deeper. This must be what Libelle felt, although he wagers the Garchomp's length is bigger than his own. He fights back tears and whines on into his paw as the landshark lets out a deep groan of pleasure when his hips meet the Flygon's scales. "Oohhhh it's been so long..." He remarks out loud.

Drache takes his mouth off his paw and pants, looking up a little at the landshark's face timidly. The Garchomp just grins at him, grinding up against him momentarily before starting to pump his dick at the cute Flygon, going slow because he knows he's dealing with a newbie here. Drache gasps out sharply, clawing the rock a little as the length begins to pump at his body, a few more jolts of pain going through him before it gradually subsides, giving into a feeling of pleasure he never would have expected from another male. The 'gon arches his head upward a little and starts moaning into the air, the landshark hearing it and growling lustily, very happy the Flygon has started to enjoy it. He keeps his pace slow, but very subtlely begins to increase it, as his length leaks into his body. "Rrrr, feel good, greeny?" He speaks almost like a growl.

"Y-Yes..." Drache manages to gasp out, as he barely registers the pace beginning to up as his body gets used to the intrusion.

The Flygon can feel his length throb and drip preseed all over the ground below, his claws scratching at the rock as his mind focuses on the feelings of pleasure he gets from the Garchomp's length. Racker growls on above him, the noises gradually shifting into deep groans as his thrusts slowly but surely gain more force and speed, little by little every few moments. Drache's inner body clenches at the invader with every sudden jolt of pleasure he gets, the Flygon whining loudly to punctuate the Garchomp's noises. The landshark loses himself to instinct, pumping the male's body with a breeding pace, soaking in all the Flygon's pleasured whines. Drache bites down a little on his paw again, whining hard into it, his inexperienced body not holding out for terribly long. "R-Racker, I...!"

He interrupts himself with a squeal as his body tightens, his length letting out a hard load of seed all over the rocky ground below him. The Garchomp groans out hard, his thrusts not faltering for a moment however, in fact he mates the Flygon even more incessantly, Drache squealing out again from the feeling. His climax stops just moments before the hard pounding ends with a firm hilt, the sharkdragon's heavy load going right into his body, causing him to brighten with his fiercest blush yet. He closes his eyes and soaks in the feeling, as the Garchomp groans hard above him, his long climax gradually ending. "Damn I needed that..." He says amongst panting.

The Flygon tucks his head shyly a little as he pants hard, his body feeling so warm from all the seed it just received. "T-That was... aa..." He stammers, not able to voice his pleasure much past that.

Racker looks down at him and chuckles loudly, slowly pulling his dick from the Flygon's body, Drache whining out from the feeling, leakage going down his legs when it's fully free. Garchomps are rather plentiful givers, evidently. Racker mmrrs and observes the mess he made as he chuckles a little. "I'm glad you loved it. And I'm sure our other guest did as well."

Drache eeps and perks up, looking around for a moment before focusing back at the pile of rocks he was hiding behind earlier. It can't be. "W-What?"

Racker looks over that direction as well. "Don't be shy, come on and join the fun."

Drache watches with almost horror as a familiar pink bow-tailed Flygon comes out from hiding, blushing madly as she approaches her boyfriend. "I got worried when Sandan came back alone..."

"E..Eep! Libelle! T-This, erff.. I can explain this! I think..." Drache stammers like crazy.

He stops when he hears Libelle giggle. "D-Don't worry... That was incredibly sexy... I didn't think you had it in you, Mr. Shiny. Taking it from another male."

Drache is amazed at the fact that is girlfriend is not attempting to kill him at the moment. "I... er... Really?"

She grins widely and mmms, approaching him, as Drache is able to note that she is desperately horny. He errfs awkwardly and backs up a little. She turns to look at the sharkdragon nearby. "Ever seen two Flygons mate, Racker?" She asks.

"Can't say I have..." Says the Garchomp with a hearty chuckle.

Libelle turns back to her malegon, and before he knows it she pounces on top of him, pinning him on his back and shoving her sex down on his still hard length. Drache cries out sharply, his length very sensitive after the recent climax, now already finding itself inside a tight orifice. The femgon moans out deeply, gripping his chest with her claws and wasting little time in getting her hips bouncing on him hard, her natural levitation powers helping out immensely, this being a new position for the both of them. Any intent Drache had to shyly resist is gone as he squirms on the ground little, moaning and basking in the feeling of Libelle's body driving up and down on him. He drifts his arms upward and grips onto hers, wanting badly to just start driving up to her, but he's a little too tired for it. She squeezes around his length with earnest, feeling it throbbing again in regained arousal, her body very wet & eager after watching what happened to him. "You... naughty little Flygon, you..." She says to him.

Drache just ignores that rather true comment, tilting his head to look back up at her again, blinking in surprise as he notes the Garchomp has approached behind her now. Libelle notes it as well, slowing her riding down as she looks back at the explorer lustily, his blue fin-adorned arms wrapping around her, followed quickly be a squeal from out of her. Drache realizes Racker is anally penetrating his girl, right in the middle of their own mating. Racker curls his legs with Drache's a little bit as he sinks right in, Libelle shaking in such luster as she gets her body moving again, pumping her body up & down two different cocks now, Racker's hips pumping a little as well to milk out sexy whines from her. "You two are a cute couple, you know that?" He remarks, amongst eager grunting.

Drache watches the two dragons looming above him, before he starts getting lost in pleasure again, his head dropping back down as his length twitches and shoots its preseed into his girl. Libelle claws her malegon's chest harder as her body is double-violated, gripping and milking both lengths of their sex liquids, doing her best to drive herself as hard as she can on her boyfriend below. Racker tightens his hug around the femgon as he pumps himself at her eagerly, going opposite her rides, his loud growls drowned out by the loud moans of the Flygon pair filling the air. Drache grips Libelle's arms harder as his tail squirms all over the ground, his still overly-sensitive length reaching its breaking point quicker than it usually does when he's fresh. Libelle leans her head backward, whining out harder into the air as she slams herself to the hilt on both lengths, her own climax striking quickly, the pleasure of the double mating just a little too much to bear. Drache has no chance of withstanding this, as he moans deeply, sending a load of his seed deep into his Flygon, although not nearly enough as he put out with his previous climax. Racker grins widely as he watches and listens to them climax, continuing to pump his length at the femgon for just another few moments, before letting out a soft pleasant groan as his third climax of the past hour is released, just as plentiful of the last two. Libelle collapses atop her boyfriend, blushing wildly to the feeling of being filled in both her lower extremities at once. She plants kisses all over her tanked malegon's neck, as the Garchomp pulls himself out of her. "Now this was a day to remember..." He remarks.

The two Flygons weakly look at him, their eyes clouded with afterglow. "Th-Thank you, Racker." Libelle speaks.

He just nods and grins, walking just a ways away to pick up his treasure bag. "I'll have to look you two up again. Until then, have fun." He says, slinging the bag around one of his arm fins and starting a trek back through the desert.

The two Flygons watch him go for a moment before dropping their heads back down, panting and resting in pleasant afterglow. "I don't think we need to be in any hurry." Libelle remarks.

"N..Not at all..." Drache replies.

"I promise I won't tell anyone what happened... Maybe." Libelle says, teasingly.

Drache just grumbles a little, before chuckling a bit, too tired to even exchange playful banter. He softly drapes his arms over her as they rest for a while, Drache's thoughts spinning with what must have been the best first week of evolution a Flygon could ask for. He stays wrapped with his warm girlfriend, idly giving a silent and very early "good luck" to the next lucky desert dragon to be born shiny-colored.

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