Charlie the Lonely Charmeleon in

"The Charms of Returning Home"


Just outside of Shalour City, there was a large estate. A vast expanse of land with a big house sitting right in the centre. And inside that house, resting on a couch and basking in his own loneliness, was a Charmeleon named Charlie.

The large house was the home of the Renard family - one of the most influential families of Shalour. The mother and father of the family, both well into their middle-ages, were very business-oriented, and were almost never home during work-hours. Three of their children were similarly-minded - two were successful trainers in the Kalos League, and the other was studying to become a Joy - a professional Pokémon nurse.

There was, however, one more Renard child - Oliver, the black sheep of the family. Growing up, Oliver and Charlie were inseparable. Charlie was Oliver's first, and to date only, Pokémon - having received Charlie when he was just six years old. They would play together, eat together and even sleep in the same bed (with flame-retardant sheets, of course). They truly loved and cared for each other, seemingly more than most trainers and their Pokémon did.

However, while Oliver loved Charlie, his relationship with his parents was strained. Some days were cordial, other days were quite volatile. It distressed Charlie to see the family argue so much, and to see how terrible it made Oliver feel, but there was little he could do.

The worst occurred when Oliver had just turned seventeen - his argument with his parents has more intense than anything that had transpired before. Emotionally charged, Oliver actually left the house, leaving his family - and Charlie - behind.

It had been nearly three years since then. Aside from the heated phone call to his parents, Charlie hadn't seen or heard from Oliver since that awful night. How Charlie wished that Oliver had taken the Charmeleon with him, but alas, it had been a slow, sad three years for the Charmeleon.

The family didn't help much in caring for him, but thankfully the house's staff, the maids, cooks and butler, did. They would always give him food and some gentle pats, trying to cheer up the big lizard, but nothing ever cheered him up for long.

There was only one thing that Charlie wanted - to tell Oliver how he really felt about him...


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It was another average Sunday afternoon at the Renard house. 

Charlie was moping around once again, lazily reclining on a chair just by the courtyard, watching the fountain and letting the day slip away.

His nap was suddenly disturbed by a tap on his shoulder, causing him to stir in his sleep.

"Hmm... huh? What?" he fussed, slowly snapping to attention.

"Pardon me, Charlie, but I have some news which should really brighten your tail fire!" The butler, Winston, had awoken him, excitedly holding one of the house's cordless phones.

"I very much doubt it..." Charlie grumbled, sitting upright. "What's the news?"

"You have a visitor coming soon who is so very eager to see you!" Winston crowed, happily. "And I should think that you would be very eager to see him as well!"

"A- A visitor?" Charlie asked, confused. "Who?"

"I'm afraid the visitor wished to remain anonymous." he replied with a glint in his eye. "I do apologise, but I assure you, you will enjoy the surprise!"

Winston stood up, beckoning for Charlie to follow. After a few seconds of confusion, his curiosity got the better of him and he followed the old butler. 

As they got inside, they headed towards the foyer, where there was suddenly a knock on the door.

"Ah, that must be him right now!" Winston smiled and walked to the door.

"There's only one person I would even -want- to see behind that door..." grumbled Charlie.

Winston opened the door. "Ah, you're here early!"

"Yeah, I rushed over from the station, I had to see him," came a familiar voice. Winston stepped back, revealing the familiar human to Charlie.

It was Oliver!

Now though, he looked and seemed a little different. He looked bigger, stronger, kind of worn. But mostly, he looked tired.

"Charlie..." Oliver leaned down onto his knees, eye-level with Charlie. "I'm so glad to see you again..." Oliver gently rubbed Charlie's cheek.

Charlie didn't even respond at first, how could he? He just sat there, overwhelmed by emotion, like a Deerling in the headlights. Finally, though, the levee that was his emotions finally broke. The realisation finally hit him, and Charlie was ecstatic.

"OLLIE!!!" He cried, launching himself into a hug, knocking Oliver onto his back. Tears of happiness started welling in the Charmeleon's eyes.

Oliver hugged Charlie back, holding him tightly. Tears welling up in his own eyes. "I missed you so much, Charlie..." He hoisted Charlie forwards, bringing the Charmeleon's head up onto his shoulder.

"Ollie... I missed you too..." Charlie sobbed happily. His tail-flame roared with emotion, his tail flicking around wildly with joy. They hugged for what felt like an eternity, Charlie slightly fearful that if he let go of his friend, it might have all been a dream.

"I'll... leave you two to get reacquainted then." Winston said, feeling slightly awkward at the affectionate reunion. He took a step back, "Charles, Master Oliver," he said bowing politely, before going off to do whatever it was butlers did. 

Oliver gently stroked Charlie's back, whispering "I'm so, so sorry it took me so long to come back..." He gently kissed the top of Charlie's head.

Charlie leaned back sitting up. On his face was a loving, tearful expression, but suddenly it turned into one of anger. "What took you so long?!" he shouted, a touch of anger slipping into his voice.

"I... I was..." he began, somewhat nervously. He sat up, opening his mouth to speak, but then hesitated. He wanted to tell Charlie the truth but... "I... I'm sorry, Charlie... I'll... tell you later..."

Charlie looked into his friend's eyes, Oliver looked sincerely sorry and sad. Also, now that he was closer to Oliver, he noticed some scars on Ollie's face, around his eyes and on the side of his head. That was enough for Charlie to understand. Whatever reason Oliver had for not returning for so long - it must have been totally out of his hands, and judging by those scars... it must not have been a pleasant reason, to say the least.

Charlie gently drew a claw along one of Oliver's scars. Tears started welling in his eyes as he realised that Oliver must have missed him as much as he missed Oliver. "I'm so glad you're okay..." he whimpered, hugging Oliver again, nuzzling into his chest.

"Everything that... happened while I was gone..." Oliver began, his voice wavering, "the whole time, no matter how bad things got... I kept going because of you, Charlie."

Charlie felt his heart flutter. He drew his head back, looking into Oliver's eyes. "B-because of me? You kept going because of me?"

Oliver smiled. "I couldn't leave you here all by yourself now, could I? I had to come back to you, I needed to tell you how much you meant to me..."

Oliver craned his head down and planted another soft kiss on Charlie's forehead.

"Being away for so long, I... I realised how much I love... how much I love you, Charlie..." he whispered, on the verge of tears, overwhelmed by emotion. "I couldn't leave you, I had to come back, I couldn't stand it any longer..." He gently, affectionately rubbed the side of Charlie's head.

"I love you so much, Ollie..." Charlie was on the verge of crying. "I don't know what I would have done if you'd never come back..."

Oliver leaned down and planted a few more soft kisses on Charlie's face. "Well, I'm back now. And I won't leave you, never again..."

"You promise?"

"I promise."

Charlie happily nuzzled his head into Oliver's chest. It all felt like a dream to Charlie, he couldn't believe that Ollie had come back to him. For the last few years, this was all the Charmeleon wanted, he almost couldn't believe it. A few minutes ago, he'd been sitting alone like he had done for days upon days, and now he was laying on his trainer- no, his best friend's lap; someone who he had missed so, so much; someone who he had truly loved.

Charlie leaned back and stood up, getting up off of Oliver "So, what do you want to do now that you're back?"

Oliver sat up. "I don't know... what do you want to do, Charlie?"

Charlie stepped forward and lovingly nuzzled his muzzle into Oliver's neck for a moment before answering. "I don't care what we do, as long as I can do it with you..."

Charlie was so happily caught up in the moment that he didn't seem to realise that he was starting to get a little bit... excited. Oliver soon saw something red slowly protruding from the almost imperceptible slit between the Charmeleon's legs. As soon as he realised exactly what it was, Oliver started to blush heavily.

"O-oh! Umm... Charlie?" He stammered, suddenly feeling very awkward. A million thoughts began flooding his mind as he eyed Charlie's deep red cock starting to poke out of its hiding place.

Charlie gave Oliver a puzzled look for a moment, before seeing his blush and seeing that Oliver's eyes were fixed on an area much lower than his face. He looked down and saw his erection slowly starting to creep out. He wasn't particularly aroused, but the sudden influx of emotions must have sent his hormones into overdrive. "Oh! Umm, I... I..." Charlie stated stammering cutely, covering his eyes with his claws out of embarrassment. 

"Charlie, I..." Oliver had no idea what to do in this situation. Everything was happening so fast, he had only just been reunited with his dearest companion, and he was now staring right at his dearest companion's growing erection!

Not that he had never seen Charlie's penis before. They had grown up together, bathed together, gone through sexual awakenings together. They had even explored each other's bodies before - before Oliver's sister caught them and got them into trouble. And of course, Charlie was perpetually naked, sometimes it just happened. But out of all the times he had seen that red, red, reptilian cock, it had never felt quite this... strange.

"I- I'm sorry, Ollie..." Charlie whimpered. "I... I didn't mean-"

He was cut off as Oliver pulled him into a tight, warm hug. "Charlie, it's okay..." he cooed, stroking the embarrassed Charmeleon's back once more. "I promise, it's okay. It's totally natural right? Just... just the emotions getting the better of you, right?" He said, trying to reassure his friend. Though, he had a suspicion that for Charlie, there was more to it than that.

A suspicion that was feeling more and more accurate as he felt Charlie's erection continue to grow in their hug, the warm fleshy rod poking at Oliver's abdomen. It made him blush even harder as he considered his relationship with the Pokémon. And the truth of the matter is that he wasn't disgusted by the poke-dick prodding him in their intimate hug. Not at all, if anything he... kind of liked it.

During Oliver's absence, he had experienced many new things. Some good, most of them bad, and he had met a lot of new people and had discovered quite a few things about himself. Though in all those years, he had never considered he might have any attraction to Pokémon. But here he was, and Charlie was no ordinary Pokémon... This was Charlie! His emotional connection with Charlie had not faltered, despite spending three years apart. Heck, it may have even gotten stronger.

For Charlie however, attraction was always there, though he had never let Oliver know the truth. He had always loved Oliver, had always gotten Butterfree in his belly when he thought of him. But that was three years ago, when Oliver was as lanky as he was unfit. Now though, he was almost a completely different person. Still the same friendly face, but now Oliver's body was toned and he had clearly put effort into maintaining his body. And Charlie liked it... He liked it a LOT.

But the physical attraction each of them felt was still a secret to the other. Oliver had a clue about Charlie's thoughts thanks to the warm member rubbing against his belly, but aside from that the sexual tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife.

Suddenly, a voice rang out from one of the hallways.

"Winston! Where are you?" Oliver's mother shouted out. "Whose car is that by the front door?!"

Oliver and Charlie looked at each other wide-eyed, before both stifling a giggle. In the three years since Oliver had been away, Francoise hadn't changed a bit.

"I think we'd better go up to my old room, what do you think?" Oliver asked, the blush still prominently upon his face.

"Why? Don't you want to see your family?" Charlie asked.

"Absolutely not." Oliver replied flatly. "I explicitly told Winston not to let my mother and father know I was here.

"Oh, I see..." Charlie asked. His voice dropped, clearly disappointed in the implications. How would Ollie stay here without Mom and Dad knowing?

"Besides... As far as I'm concerned..." Oliver said, almost nervously. "I've already seen my family today..." He looked into Charlie's big eyes, blushing very heavily. Almost as soon as he said it, he regretted just how lame and sappy it sounded.

But that didn't matter to Charlie. He was so overwhelmed with love and happiness hearing Oliver say that that he couldn't stop himself. He pushed his face into Oliver's, planting a big, sloppy, passionate lizard-kiss upon his friend's lips. It took Oliver completely by surprise, his eyes widening at the sudden overwhelming display of affection from the Pokémon. So surprised in fact that he didn't reciprocate the kiss at first - he had to process what was happening first.

Charlie pulled his head away and opened his eyes again, seeing Oliver's stunned facial expression. In that moment, his heart sank and he tried to turn his head away. "I- I'm so sorry, Ollie, I don't- I didn't-" 

Once again, the stammering Charmeleon's apology was cut off. Oliver had grabbed Charlie's head and had pulled him in close. Without another word, Oliver pressed his lips to Charlie's and kissed him right back, doing his best to match the passion that Charlie had just shown him.

The Charmeleon was simply ecstatic. He immediately kissed Oliver back, grabbing the back of the human's head and holding him passionately. The kiss only lasted a few seconds, but felt like a blissful eternity, emotion flooding from the pair as years’ worth of romantic tension started to melt away.

They separated their lips and gently opened each other's eyes, smiling warmly at each other. "Ollie..." he started, but one more time he was interrupted.

Oliver suddenly scooped Charlie up, lifting him up and standing up on his two legs. His hands wrapped around the Charmeleon's legs, which in turn wrapped around his body. "Oof... you're getting heavy, Charlie!" He teased. Charlie's head nestled comfortably into Oliver's shoulder and he wrapped his arms around his chest, underneath Oliver's arms. He was clinging to his friend like a Komala to a tree - just like how Oliver used to carry Charlie years ago.

As he lifted the Charmeleon, Charlie let out a quiet little "Eeep!" noise, a high-pitched moan as his cock rubbed against Oliver's chest.

Oliver giggled at the noise, "Hehe... that was a really cute little noise, Charlie..." He said teasingly, walking towards the south hallway.

"Shut uuuup..." Charlie whined, closing his eyes in embarrassment. What kind of Charmeleon would make a noise like that? But he enjoyed that Oliver still found him cute after all these years.

"Come on, let's head back to my room, we've got so much to catch up on..."

With the Charmeleon nestled nicely into his chest, Oliver carried him towards the staircase leading to the north-east wing of the house, where his old room was. Thankfully, a boon of having such a wealthy family is that the family mansion was full of so many rooms that they never needed to have emptied Oliver's room after his sudden departure those years ago. Winston informed him over the phone earlier that the room was virtually untouched since then, which to Oliver was absolutely perfect. His old room was the thing he was looking forward to most of all - After Charlie and the more friendly staff like Winston, of course.

Charlie started squirming around, "Ollie... I can walk by myself, I don't need you to carry me..." he complained, blushing.

"Not with that thing down there poking me, you can't!" Oliver joked, giving a playful smile to the Pokémon. Charlie blushed and looked away, embarrassed. "Besides, isn't this nice? You're so warm, and... I dunno, it's just nice...".

There was a truth to the joke though - it would certainly be awkward if he ran into one of the staff. The estranged son walking with a visibly-horny Pokémon towards one of the bedrooms would certainly give them enough gossip for decades. But he also did just want to keep hugging his Pokémon, he longed for the kind of affection they had shared those years ago.

As he walked, he could feel Charlie's erection rubbing against his dress shirt, the warm member throbbing every second or so as the movement from carrying the Pokémon like so meant that Charlie was inadvertently grinding against his abdomen. And he could swear that he could feel it growing, the pokemon's body reacting to the accidental stimulation very favourably...

The tension was high between them; Charlie was blushing already, but now Oliver was blushing - the rosy tone much more apparent on his light skin. Neither uttered another word for the rest of the walk to the room - it seemed like an agonisingly long walk; the room was a fair distance anyway, but the sheer emotions and electricity between the two made the seconds drag. 

Oliver's mind was racing at a mile a minute, he really did love his Pokémon, and it seemed like Charlie loved him back, in more ways than one. But was this newfound sexuality between the pair simply due to them having been apart for so long, or was it always there? Perhaps a bit of both. In any case, as Oliver bent his knees in order to reach the annoyingly-low door handle, he realised that things were happening inside his own pants, his cock starting to strain against the taut fabric within.

A part of his mind was saying "It's just pheromones...", another was saying "It's just been so long..." - but neither of those voices mattered, because there was one that was simply deafening by comparison - "It's Charlie." His hormones raging as flashes of the Charmeleon's cock raced through his mind.

Charlie's mind meanwhile was in a similar place, but completely different as well. Charlie knew exactly what was happening - he wanted his Ollie, emotionally, mentally, and as evidenced by the member sticking out of its slit, physically too. But his apprehension came from fear - a fear that Ollie was just being kind, and that Ollie didn't want him in THAT way.

Oliver pushed the door open - the room was exactly as he'd left it. There were posters of cartoons he hadn't watched in years, and of musicians he hadn't listened to since high school, and there a collection of action figures and Pokémon League collectables all neatly stacked on a shelf. On the desk there was even a book, still open on the page he had been reading when he'd had that fight with his parents. Such a wash of memories, all covered in dust, it was enough to make anyone break down from the weight of the nostalgia...

But Oliver simply was not concerned with any of that right now. He had other concerns.

Inside the room, Oliver slowly pushed the door closed with his foot, before turning back to the bed, walking towards it. He felt Charlie tremble in his arms, gently squeezing him as he leaned down. Once the Charmeleon felt the fabric of the bed against the scales on his back, he hesitantly unwrapped his arms from around his trainer, laying on his back on the bed, his thick, flaming tail draping off of the side of the bed, his two legs splayed open...

And there it was, in all its glory.

Putting Charlie down on the bed, Oliver stood upright, looking at Charlie's warm, shy facial expression. But his eyes did not stay there for long, quickly trailing down to observe the reason for the Charmeleon's shyness - the throbbing, draconic cock poking from its slit, completely erect.

A quiet moan leaves Oliver's lips. "Ah... Charlie..." There was something carnally appealing about the foreign-looking cock. It was very obviously a penis, but it looked very different to his own. For one, because Charlie was dragon-like, he didn't have external balls - they were safely inside his body, like his penis was when it wasn't erect. It was a deep red colour, maybe about 5 or 6 inches long, it was tapered to a point, had a small knot at the base, and had lovely ridges and bumps along the sides. 

It was unlike anything Oliver had ever seen before, and it made him a little excited. His pants started straining even more as he took in the sight. And when the draconic cock twitched again, his eyes darted back up to Charlie's eyes. Except Charlie hadn't met his gaze like before - Charlie's own eyes had travelled down and were exploring his trainer's new form. Though he was still clothed, there were still very obvious signs that the trainer had definitely become a lot more toned, more athletic. 

And Oliver noticed that Charlie was staring.

"Heh, I suppose it has been a while, hasn't it?" Oliver chuckled. He paused a moment, unsure of what to say. "We've both changed a bit, haven't we?"

"W-what do you mean?" Charlie asked, sounding somewhat confused by the remark.

"Well - you got a little chunky there!" Oliver teased. 

Charlie blushed and turned looked away in a huff. "Shut up, Ollie..." he said, clearly embarrassed. Some things never change. 

"You haven't been lounging around moping this whole time, have you?" Oliver was joking, but there was clearly a level of concern in his voice.

"I was... I was waiting for you to come back..." he said softly. Suddenly the mood got a lot more tense between the two, a wave of guilt washed over Oliver as he realised just how much Charlie had been hurting since he'd left. He didn't know what to say, how could he say anything? All he could do was try to make it up to him somehow, and he at least had an idea on where he could start. The Charmeleon's raging erection had started to recede as the lonely memories had started to come flooding back, so he thought a... distraction might go a long way to help reinvigorate the mood.

"Umm... I've changed a lot too..." He took a deep breath, turning his head away nervously. "Do... do you wanna see? I've lost a bit of weight since then..."

Charlie's eyes lit up as he turned to look back at his trainer, nodding enthusiastically. It was true - he HAD lost weight. Oliver certainly wasn't obese by any means, but back in the day, he had a certain chunkiness to him, especially around his belly, arms and hips. But right now, it was obvious to the Charmeleon that he was a lot more conscientious about his appearance. And it was driving Charlie wild... The erection was back in business.

With a slight smirk, Oliver slowly grabbed the top of his shirt and slowly started undoing the buttons from the top down. As each button came loose, more and more of Oliver's toned chest became visible, and it enticed the Charmeleon more and more. Finally, the final button came undone and Oliver let the short drop off behind him, revealing to Charlie the majesty of his toned chest and arms. The ambient light perfectly highlighted every curve and subtle muscle of his top half. But more interestingly, Oliver chest was now covered in a number of scars - all healed up now, but very prominent nonetheless. One particular scar ran from the top of Oliver's right shoulder, all the way down to his left hip.

"Well... what do you think?" Oliver said after a moment of slightly uncomfortable silence.

Charlie slowly and somewhat shakily lifted his arm, pointing a claw at his trainer's bare chest. He was blushing heavily and his heart was pounding like a jackhammer, he opened his mouth to speak, but it felt like an eternity before any words actually came out. "I... I want... Can I...?"

Touch.

Oliver understood him completely, even without hearing the rest of the sentence. The Charmeleon wanted to touch Oliver's bare, toned chest. With a smirk, the trainer slowly walked towards the bed, "You can touch as much as you want to, Charlie" he said in low, sensual voice. He pressed his knees against the mattress and leaned over the Charmeleon, placing his hands either side of Charlie's head to prop himself up as he loomed over his body.

Charlie let out a quiet squeal seeing that gorgeous chest come closer to him. His claws trembled with anticipation as he slowly inched them up towards Oliver's skin. "What are you waiting for?" the trainer asked, somewhat teasingly. And finally... Contact.

Oliver inhaled sharply - the claw was a bit colder than he had expected. Charlie didn't flinch away though, he gazed upon the chest with equal parts fascination and lust as he slowly drew his claw along every curve and crease of the body. But soon, concern joined in the mix of emotions that were buzzing in the Charmeleon's mind. He became fixated on the scars that were scattered across Oliver's skin - some were older than others, some longer, and some deeper. But he was mostly focussed on the one large scar running across from his shoulder to his hip - it was the newest of the bunch, and was almost definitely life-threatening. His claw ran along the length of the scar slowly.

Oliver noticed that Charlie was really focussing on the scars, and started to worry - Charlie was naturally curious and empathetic, he was fully expecting the Charmeleon to ask questions about the injuries, but in all honesty, it was something that Oliver was just not ready to discuss just yet - even with his closest friend in the entire world.

And sure enough, Charlie looked into Oliver's eyes with a deep level of concern and his mouth opened, "What... what happened to you, Ollie?"

After hearing Charlie ask the question, something gave way in Oliver's mind. A floodgate of emotions opened up as he realised just how much his Pokémon cared for and loved him. Here he was, returning out of the blue with no explanation as to where he had been for the last three years. Anyone else would have been furious, upset, demanding to know where he had been for so long. And maybe Charlie felt that way too, but right now, Charlie was just treating him with the utmost concern and care. His question "What happened to you?" wasn't a question born out of curiosity or anger - it was out of sheer care and love that he asked it. And it absolutely overwhelmed Oliver with emotion.

Maybe he did it so that he could distract Charlie from the question, or maybe it was an outburst of pure love that he wanted to reciprocate. Whatever the reason, Oliver suddenly took Charlie by surprise by dipping his head down and planting a wet, passionate kiss right on the Charmeleon's scaly muzzle.

Charlie's eyes went wide with surprise, but a moment later, that surprise was replaced by excitement. Oliver pulled away for a moment, but before he could say anything, Charlie's arms wrapped around the trainer's torso and immediately pulled the two back together. The Charmeleon's mouth opened to give Oliver a wet, sloppy, almost furious kiss - three years of emotions all erupting out of the lizard as his heart beat like a jackhammer and his tail flame roared to life.

Oliver's mouth opened eagerly for the lizard, and their tongues met. The passion coursed through them as they swapped saliva, breathing in each other's scent, their tongues wrestling together in a loving kiss. Oliver shuffled his hands to the side of Charlie's head, holding him in place as they fervently made out. And the fact that Charlie's throbbing, draconic cock was smearing precum all over his chest was only adding to the sexual tension brewing between the two.

It felt like an eternity as they two lost themselves in each other's embrace. But the fervent, passionate make-out session did come to an eventual end - in the midst of their kissing, Charlie's tongue snaked inside of Oliver's mouth just a little bit too far and impeded the trainer's breathing for just a split second. Oliver pulled his head away, coughing and gagging a little bit as Charlie looked on in worry. He immediately began to fret.

"Ollie! You okay, I'm sorry! I-"

"Charlie it's okay!" he said, having already recovered. "You worry too much you silly little lizard..." 

"I- I- I got excited..." Charlie said softly, looking away with a shy blush.

Oliver let out a chuckle, "Heh, you've been wanting to do that for a long time, haven't you, Char?" Charlie was still too shy to be able to look up at his trainer and give him a straight answer. The blush on his face was answer enough for Oliver, who leaned back up and moved backwards, off of the bed and onto his knees, kneeling at the foot of the bed, directly in front of the Charmeleon, who's thick, red, scaly tail dangled from the bed in front of him, tail fire roaring with passion - thankfully for Oliver, their bond meant that he would not be burned by it.

"It's okay Charlie... I... I've been wanting to do that too..."

"Ollie..." Charlie's emotions began to swell once again. His draconic cock twitched with delight as he craned his neck down to look at his trainer - he had to look past his cock in order to see Oliver's face, his expression clearly very excited, but obviously nervous as well.

"I think I can remember..." Oliver brought both of his hands up to Charlie's tail and began to slowly, gently rub.

Charlie let out a shy, high-pitched trill "Ollie... what are you-"

"You used to like this, didn't you?" He wrapped his hands around Charlie's tail at the base, with his thumbs at the centre, near the base of his slit. And slowly, he began to rub his hands downwards, pulling them towards himself, down the length of the Charmeleon's tail, while slowly pressing his thumbs in, putting some pressure on the nerves just under the scaled skin.

This wasn't QUITE how Oliver used to rub Charlie's tail, usually it was more of a massage thing, he would do it whenever the Lizard had gotten himself worked up or too emotional, and it usually calmed him down very quickly. But he had distinct memories of once accidentally triggering the tip of the lizard's cock to come out - he figured that it must be some kind of erogenous zone for Charmeleon, and at the time, made special care not to put pressure there when he pet his tail.

But now, things were different.

Unconsciously or not, making Charlie horny was kind of the point.

Charlie's back arched as he felt the incredible surge of pleasure from his trainer's touch. The pressure on his tail was driving him absolutely wild. "Ol- OLLIE! W- What are you d-doing?!?" he panted, his voice urgently horny. The Charmeleon was seeing stars, he was fidgeting and writhing on the bed.

The warm, draconic cock twitched over and over again, oozing clear pre-cum from the tip, dripping down his shaft and flowing down his tail, onto Oliver's hands.

"You naughty Charmeleon, Charlie... You REALLY like this, don't you?" Ollie teased.

"Ah.. AH! Sh- Shut up..." Charlie said, embarrassed, blushing madly and covering his face with his hands, all the while his twitches and wriggles seemed to keep intensifying as Ollie kept up his assault on his sensitive tail.

His hands thoroughly coated with Charmeleon precum, Oliver pulled one of his hands up and gently grasped Charlie's warm, ridged cock, grasping it just above the knot.

"O-OLLIE! What are you- ahhhhh!" Charlie's hands flew to his sides, gripping at the bedsheets, the sharpness of his claws tearing through the fabric with how much his claws clenched at the fabric. His eyes were wide open as he starred down at his trainer who has gently taken a hold of his cock. It felt wonderful, like their bodies were made for each other, as the cock twitched and oozed more pre all over Oliver's hand. "P-please... what are you-"

"Sssh... you silly Lizard, just enjoy it..." Oliver's voice was soothing, but dripped with a certain lust. He slowly started pumping his hand up and down Charlie's erection, the precum providing more than enough lubrication for it to feel sublime for the Charmeleon. All the while, Oliver's other hand was lovingly rubbing his tail, continuing his assault on Charlie's sensitive nerves.

And he was definitely enjoying it. His claws dug into the sheets and the mattress, he threw his head back, his maw agape, panting desperately with his drooling tongue hanging out the side. Tiny moans and squeaks escaped his body as Oliver jacked him off.

"Ah... Ah... Ollie... P-please... Feels... So..."

Oliver could feel Charlie's cock twitch and spasm in his hand. He absolutely loved seeing how much bliss his Pokémon was in. His own cock strained against the confines of his pants and boxers, he could feel a wet patch forming from the precum soaking into the fabric. 

Charmeleon probably wasn't the first Pokémon you'd think of when you think of a "cute Pokémon", but Oliver found it exceptionally cute just how Charlie reacted to being jacked off - likely for the first time ever! Those claws were probably not what you would want handling your cock. 

He didn't bet on Charlie being as pent up as he was - which is why it took Oliver by surprise when the Charmeleon finally released his load.

"Ollie... Ollie! OLLIEEEEEEEEE!!!" he practically screamed out his trainer's name as rope after rope of hot, white, Charmeleon cum spurted out of his draconic cock. It was like a volcano - suitable, given his typing - as cum splashed out - the first spurt landing right on his left cheek, catching him off guard.

"Woah!" He had been unintentionally pointing Charlie's cock slightly towards himself, so the next few spurts of dragon cum were arcing towards him, landing on his pants and chest. 
"Ollie!! It's too- Ahhh!!!" Eventually, the intense orgasm began to subside, and the spurts came out with less force, flowing from the tip of his cock like a waterfall, drenching his hand. The scent was indescribable - it was like a really hugely-concentrated form of Charlie's natural dragon musk, but with a certain lustful spiciness to it.

Finally, the cum stopped erupting from the lizard, and he came down from his mind-blowing orgasm, his leg twitching as the last few dribbles of potent Charmeleon cum dripped down his cock.

The two of them were trapped there in that moment, neither able to even speak; Charlie, because he was coming down from such an incredible orgasm; Oliver because he was contemplating what he had done.

His head was swimming - he had acted on impulse. He hadn't come back with the intention to do anything remotely sexual with Charlie, he had only come back to take the Charmeleon away with him, to retrieve the friend that he had left behind those years ago. And now, here he stood, looking at the Pokémon below him, his own hand covered in that pokemon's semen. And the thought made him very happy. And aroused. And terrified.

He had no idea what he was supposed to think. He had just been following his instinct - at no point did he stop to think about what he was doing. Did he just abuse his Pokémon? Did he take advantage of his most beloved friend in the world? Did he break the law, even? God, he had no idea what the laws in Kalos were on the top of his head... There was no going back from this! Their relationship was now completely different, his heart began to race, he opened his mouth to speak - but Charlie beat him to it.

"Ollie... that was... oh goodness..." his voice was breathy, and his tone of voice was sheer bliss. The joy in Charlie's voice snapped Oliver back to reality and he looked back down at Charlie's face, blushing, mouth agape and smiling, pupils dilated in arousal. "I've never felt that... that good before, Ollie..."

There was no denying how much Charlie loved what just happened. And seeing just how happy, and apparently still aroused, the lizard was, gave Oliver some reassurance. His worried face slowly curled into a smile again, and he spoke.

"You made a bunch of really cute noises just then, Charlie..."

"Ah! Shut uuuuppp..." Charlie groaned, covering his eyes with his arm, blushing even harder now.

"And look at the mess you made, Charlie," Oliver stared at his hand, which was almost entirely coated in the pokemon's cum. "Just what am I supposed to do with all this mess?"

Charlie raised his head, about to sincerely apologise, when he saw Oliver open his mouth and slowly open his mouth. 

"Ollie... you don't have to-"

He never got a chance to finish his sentence, before Oliver's tongue made contact with his hand, taking a slow, purposeful lick along his palm, and up to his index finger. Charmeleon cum collected on his tongue, the taste was salty and had an earthy spiciness to it. It was also much warmer than it looked as well, probably a fire-type thing.

Charlie's tail-fire roared with life and he let out a needy little whine. He had no words - he could only look on in awe and lust as his trainer put on a show, slowly licking his seed off his hand.

"W-why'd you do that?" the lizard finally stammered out.

Oliver in response swallowed the fluids in his mouth. "Because I wanted to..." he replied, before opening his mouth wide - proof that he had indeed swallowed it. "And, I think it's fun to tease you like this!"

Charlie threw his head back dramatically. "Ollieeeee...." he said blushing and covering his eyes shyly once again. He was silent for a moment before looking up at his human. "You don't think it's gross? Or weird?"

Oliver let out a little amused sigh and smiled. The Pokémon was just as insecure as always... "Well, I did just give a Pokémon a handjob, and enjoyed every second of it... Is that weird?"

Charlie opened his claws a little bit and peered through the gap, still blushing. "...Kinda, yeah..."

"Well, I don't care... And besides..." he opened his mouth and sucked the cum off his little finger, some of it smeared against his cheek. "I kinda like the taste..."

Charlie let out another little whine, his whole body shuddering. Oliver couldn't tell exactly what that meant, but he guessed it was a mix of lust and embarrassment. "W-what does it taste like?" Charlie's tail swished slowly, and his draconic cock twitched as he uttered that question.

Oliver smirked again and slowly pushed his hand forward, offering it to the lizard - his middle and ring fingers were still covered in the warm, thick cum. "Why don't you have a taste for yourself?"

Many people and Pokémon might have balked at the thought of licking up their own cum, but for some reason or another, the thought of licking his own cum off of Oliver's fingers reignited the waning lust in his belly. Without a word, Charlie slowly swung his body around and got up onto his knees on the bed, planting his two hands on the bed to steady himself, his head facing Oliver's hand.

After a moment's hesitation, Charlie opened his mouth wide, inviting those fingers to his tongue, and looked away - almost as if he was ashamed by how depraved he was acting all of a sudden. 

Oliver noticed this and recoiled slightly. With some genuine concern, Oliver gently caressed the side of Charlie's head with his clean hand. "Hey, if you don't want do, it's okay... it's nothing to be ashamed of, we've been going really fast and I can grab a towel and-"

"P-Please... let me taste..." Charlie's voice was breathy and needy. His eyes darted back and stared into Olivers once more. "Please... don't make me beg, Ollie..." he was blushing so heavily, his tail was roaring and swishing from side to side, and his pupils were wide with pure lust.

In awe of the creature in front of him, Oliver simply nodded, slowly presented his cum-drenched fingers to Charlie once again, slowly pushing them forward, towards Charlie's horny, gaping maw. Charlie gently raised his arm up and gently clasped Oliver's wrist with his claws and brought his trainer's cum-drenched fingers to his mouth, closing his muzzle around them.

Oliver soon felt a wet, tickling sensation as Charlie's tongue danced all around his fingers, cleaning them slowly and purposefully. The sensation freaked Oliver out a little bit, and for a split second he tried to pull his hand out of Charlie's mouth, but the lizard held his hand in place, not wanting to relinquish the taste and the sensation of being so submissive to his friend. No, his Master.

Oliver and Charlie were going through a frightening amount of discovery right now. Learning so much about their own kinks and tastes, and the tastes of each other. Had they always felt this way? Or had things changed and developed in the three years since they had last met? Only time would tell. Though right now, all that Oliver could focus on was how much he seemed to be enjoying this submissive, horny side to one of his oldest friends - a Pokémon, no less.

"You like the taste of your own cum, Charlie?" he said in a husky, teasing voice. Charlie let out a low whine and looked up at his master. He was blushing and was clearly VERY happy to be licking his master's hand clean. He'd never tasted his own cum before, and he really liked it...

The tongue kept swirling around Oliver's fingers, one by one, collecting up each and every trace of cum. He was as thorough as he was horny, and soon, his hand was completely clean. Charlie opened his maw slowly, moaning quietly, "Aaahh..." Strings of saliva dripped from his teeth and his lips.

Oliver's hand was sparkling in the light, the saliva coating it reflected the flickering light of Charlie's tail flame. Oliver looked at it in awe, then looked back at Charlie, whose nostrils were flaring - he could smell something else. He slowly padded forward, getting closer and arching his head towards Oliver's face.

"W-What are you doing there, Char?" Oliver asked, a little nervous. It was when Charlie opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue that he remembered that some of the cum had gotten on his face. He glanced down and he realised that he had some on his pants too. When he glanced back up, Charlie was inches away from his face.

"I want more... Please, Ollie?" The begging caught Ollie by surprise. He just swallowed nervously and nodded. What had he created?

All Oliver had to do was nod and Charlie opened his mouth slowly and gave the side of his face a long, slow, purposeful lick with his warm, slick, draconic tongue. It only took one lick to collect all of the stray cum on his tongue. He pulled away from the lick with his mouth open, tongue hanging out with cum all over it, offering it to his master...

Wordlessly, Oliver understood what Charlie wanted, and he wanted it as well. He pressed his face into Charlie's face and they started kissing again, their tongues messily sharing the warm, spicy cum between them. The mood was electric as they made out again. Never in a million years would Charlie have guessed that he would be spending this afternoon sharing cum with his Charmeleon who he hadn't seen in three years. He felt like he'd hit the jackpot.

Eventually though, the kiss ended, quicker than their make-outs had done before. A sticky string of cum and saliva connected their mouths as they pulled apart, and they both each swallowed what was left in their mouths. There was a brief pause before either one of them spoke.

"...You're not done, are you?" Oliver asked, quietly.

"Are you?" Charlie responded. "I haven't even gotten to see all of you yet..."

Oliver remembered in that moment that his cock was straining against the front of his pants, almost uncomfortably so. A damp patch had formed at the front, from all the precum soaking through from his desperate cock.

"...Would you like to?"

Oliver didn't even need the answer from Charlie. He stood up and the Charmeleon sat patiently, like a good, obedient puppy. His nostrils flared as he spied the cum soaking into his master's pants, but he was more concerned about the enticing scent of his trainer, concentrated at the front of his pants.

Charlie pushed his head forward and nuzzled his trainer's bulge, nostrils flaring as he practically drank in the scent, taking in deep, long breaths. The scent was clouding his mind, his tail flame roared with excitement. It wasn't so much that his mind was being flooded with musk, it was the familiarity of his friend's scent, a bouquet that he didn't realise he had been missing all these years. And around Ollie's crotch, it was very saturated.

...Okay, maybe the musk was playing a big role as well.

"You know, you made a mess on my pants as well there, Charlie..." Oliver's not-so-subtle suggestion ended up being superfluous, as Charlie's tongue had already rolled out of his mouth, and he was slowly, purposefully licking up the spatters of draconic cum from his master's pants. "Mmmnh Charlie! ...You're way ahead of me..."

But not only was it his own cum that he was tasting, but his trainer had been leaking like a faucet in his pants. His excitement had all but soaked the front of his underwear with precum, and it had seeped through the front of the pants.

It wasn't long before his pants were now thoroughly soaked with Charmeleon saliva, the warm, viscous fluid making the top of his leg feel wet. His cock twitched uncomfortably as it felt the warm, pulsing tongue muscle surround it - two layers of fabric preventing the two from meeting.

Moaning and twitching, Oliver finally took initiative and gently grabbed Charlie's horn and gently pushed him away from his crotch. "F-fuck... Charlie." He was panting, it was one of the hottest fucking things he'd ever seen before - Charlie's fat, lizard tongue worshipping his twitching bulge, showering his master with affection. Cute little coos escaping the lizard's throat as he did so. But they had to move on... "I'm gonna pull my pants down now, Charlie..." he said.

Charlie let out a cute, almost pathetic, whine as Oliver grabbed the zipper at the front of his pants and quickly pulled it down. The time for teasing and slow romance was over. They were in the heat of it now, and they needed to feel more of each other. His hands fumbled with the zipper for a few moments before he grabbed it and pulled his pants down, along with his precum-drenched boxer shorts. His fully-erect cock sprung free from its fabric prison.

Oliver's cock stood at a delicious eight-inches long, and a really good thickness too - cut, as his family was rooted in centuries-long-familial-traditions and still did that kind of thing. A bead of pre dripped from the tip, and the whole length throbbed in time with his excited heartbeat.

Charlie looked at the cock with awe. It was everything he wanted, the size, the shape, the scent - in fact, when Ollie had pulled his pants down, it was like a wave of delicious musk hit his red nostrils. He breathed in deep and moaned loudly - like he was hungry. And those balls... To Charlie, whose genitals were internal, Oliver's balls seemed so alien and alluring to him - and that's where the most of the earthy, human scent seemed to be emanating from.

Oliver looked down at his Pokémon, sitting there like he was in a trance, just breathing in deeply through his nose. "Maybe you'd like a deeper smell, Char..." Oliver moved in and gently took Charlie's head with his hand and slowly pressed the lizard's face into his balls. His balls were sitting on the lizard's snout, his cock dripping pre-cum right between the Mmmph Charmeleon's eyes.

Charlie shuddered, completely overwhelmed by his trainer's scent. He felt like he was melting into a being of pure bliss. His tail started wagging, the flame flickering around wildly as he gave into his base instincts. He pressed his own nose even deeper into his trainer's crotch, inhaling loudly.

He nuzzled into his master's crotch, moaning and groaning with lust. He was loving the experience, his emotions crashing like a waterfall; years of tension melting away as he breathed his trainer in. Love, lust, and happiness were all that he felt, as well as a burning desire to be with Oliver, and please him in any way he could.

And so, after about a minute of cooing and nuzzling his muzzle into Oliver's crotch, he reached one of his claws up and gently wrapped his claws around Oliver's throbbing cock.

"Ah... G-gonna return the favour there, Charlie?" Oliver moaned out. Though he was a little bit apprehensive at the kind of hand that Charlie had - he remembered from experience that those claws could be pretty sharp at times. And though he trusted Charlie with his life, it was hard not to be nervous when claws like that were wrapped around your dick.

But still. Charlie was determined to please his trainer, and so he released his claw, but only to collect some of the precum that had been dripping onto his face, onto his claw. He them smeared it like lube along the length of Oliver's cock, before returning his grip back to Oliver's member.

"I hope you like it..." Charlie moaned as he started pumping his arm slowly, the sharp claws of his right hand steadily moving in and out, squeezing his trainer's cock gently.

Oliver groaned softly as he felt Charlie jack him off. The feeling of the claws slowly pumping his dick was unusual, he had genuinely never felt anything like it before. And, if Oliver was honest, it wasn't the greatest feeling. His claws were too solid and had too many edges for him to truly love the sensation.

"C-Charlie?" he said softly. He didn't want to hurt the Charmeleon's feelings, he could tell that Charlie was doing his best and was being so careful with his claws. "I, I think..."

He couldn't say anything. Instead, Oliver gently moved his hands down to Charlie's claws, and slowly, gently stopped him.

After a moment, Charlie understood that his trainer wanted him to stop. "You... you don't like it, Ollie?" he asked, almost nervously.

"I... I like the sentiment... but your claws aren't exactly made for giving handjobs, Charlie..."

Charlie seemed to pout for a moment. "But I want to make you feel good... master..."

Oliver shuddered hearing his Pokémon call him 'master' in that context. He wanted nothing more than for his Pokémon to service his cock, and he knew a much better way for him to do so than by using his claws.

"Use your mouth, Charlie." Oliver said. It was more of an order than anything, the trainer commanding his Pokémon to suck his cock.

"O-Ollie?! What do you-"

"You want to please me, right? Then use your mouth instead of your claws."

Charlie moaned softly, being incredibly turned on by the sudden dominance shown by his master. It really seemed to highlight what a submissive little lizard he truly was...

"You want me to suck... your..."

"I want you to suck your master's cock, Charlie." His voice was firm and sultry as he looked down on the submissive Charmeleon with sheer lust. "Put it in your muzzle and suck on it, just like a good little Pokémon would..."

Charlie shuddered eagerly, loving the sensation of being such a good, submissive little Pokémon to his master. And without a moment's hesitation, he opened his maw and eagerly enveloped Oliver's entire cock, closing his muzzle around his trainer's thick cock.

"Ah! Charlie!" Oliver let out a sharp gasp as he felt the warm wetness of his pokemon's mouth. It was as if Charlie's mouth was built for sucking cock, the length of his muzzle meant that he was able to take Oliver's entire length with ease. And it was such an incredible feeling, Charlie's mouth was just so warm and wet... "Oh fuck, Charlie... you feel amazing!"

Charlie looked up at his trainer and smiled with his eyes. It was difficult to see when Charlie was blushing as his face was already red, but there was a distinct, yet subtle red flush across the pokemon's face as he gently suckled on his trainer's hardened length.

And so, Charlie decided to step it up a notch. He started wrapping his long, wet tongue around Oliver's cock, eliciting a groan from the human.

"Ooooohhh... Oh fuck, Charlie..."

It was purely instinctual, but Charlie seemed to already know exactly how to please his master. His tongue pumped around the warm cock, he felt Oliver throb in his mouth, the taste of his warm, slightly salty precum was flooding his mouth. Even better for the lizard, with Oliver's cock fully in his mouth, his nostrils were very closely pressed against his trainer's abdomen, the musky scent filling his nostrils.

Suddenly, Charlie felt his trainer shift, reaching forward and grabbing his horn with one hand. His eyes glanced up, looking at Oliver's face with a mixture of lust and worry. Oliver, in return, flashed a cheeky grin at the Charmeleon, before using the horn as a handle to muzzle-fuck the Pokémon.

"F-fuck, Charlie... Oh it feels so good..." Oliver moaned through gritted teeth. He pulled the Charmeleon's mouth back along the length of his cock, and then slowly pushed it back down, hilting in his companion's mouth once more. Charlie brought his two claws up and gently placed them on Oliver's thighs as a means to balance himself as his trainer started using the pokemon's face as a fuck-toy.

"Mmmmph... Ollie..." Charlie's moans were somewhat muffled by the large human cock inside his mouth, but they were clearly moans of desperate pleasure. It was such a lewd sight, a Pokémon being completely sexually submissive to his trainer, letting him use the pokemon's mouth as a toy. 

Oliver's moans were intensifying as his orgasm was approaching closer and closer. His cock throbbed inside the Charmeleon's mouth as that tongue wrapped around it, lathering the member in warm saliva. "Fucking hell Charlie... I'm gonna cum soon..."

Hearing that, Charlie doubled his efforts, bobbing his head along Oliver's length himself, not needing the trainer to guide him anymore. His movements were rhythmic and deliberate, and were intensifying in speed as the Pokémon desperately tried to bring his master to orgasm.

He pumped his head over and over, forward and backward along Oliver's length. Oliver was enjoying the most pleasurable blowjob of his entire life, and even though it had only been going for a short time, he was just about to bust. His toes were clenching, his eyes were shut, he was moaning through grit teeth, when all of a sudden, he started to cum.

"Ch- Charlie! Oh fuck! I'm c-cumming!" He shouted, moments before bis balls twitched and a rope of thick cum shot off in the Charmeleon's mouth. 

Charlie started moaning as the warm, salty sensation filled his mouth, lathering his tongue in his trainer's virile seed. Though, the taste didn't last for long, as just after the orgasm stopped, Charlie leaned down and forcefully pushed the Charmeleon’s head off his cock mid-spurt, cum dripping onto the floor. Charlie was confused for a split second, wondering what the heck Oliver was doing, until suddenly, the next spurt of cum landed right across his muzzle.

"Charlieeeeeee!" Ollie moaned, as he shot rope after rope of cum onto the Charmeleon’s blushing face. He wanted to mark his Pokémon, claim the Charmeleon as HIS. The masculine scent of the cum was already sinking into Charlie's scales as shot after shot of cum landed across the pokemon's wanting face.

Eventually, the cum started shooting out with much less intensity, coming out in dribbles. Oliver grabbed Charlie's horn and guided him back to the tip of his cock, letting the Pokémon happily drink up the remainder of the human's orgasm, as cum slowly dripped down his face and muzzle. The sensation of Charlie's tongue dancing around the tip of Oliver's cock prolonged his orgasm just a bit more, the overstimulation almost being too much for the trainer.

As the last trickle of cum left Oliver's cock, Charlie pulled himself away, blushing with a very satisfied look upon his cum-covered face. He lifted his arm, ready to try and wipe the cum from his face, when Oliver grabbed his claw, stopping him.

"No." He said gently, yet firmly. "Good Pokémon don't get cleaned up until their master says so."

Charlie looked down, feeling a pang of humiliation as he'd be forced to wear his trainer's cum on his face. "O-okay... I'll be good..." He whined, as though he felt horribly embarrassed by the treatment, though his demeanour was betrayed by the way his tail was flicking from side to side with secret joy. Turns out the Charmeleon may have had a little bit of a humiliation fetish, which is something that Oliver had picked up on.

After a moment of shy blushing "C-can I kiss you, master?"

Answering his beloved Pokémon, Oliver suddenly reached down and grabbed the Charmeleon’s torso with both hands, quickly pulling the Charmeleon up and onto his lap, his cock less than an inch from his trainer's. Oliver grabbed Charlie by the back of the head and pulled him in for a rough, passionate kiss.

"MMPH!" He moaned out, surprised by the sudden kiss, but a moment later he opened his mouth slightly, letting his trainer's tongue slip into his mouth.

He blushed and cooed softly into Oliver's mouth as they kissed again, just as passionately as before, both of them recuperating and getting ready for another round of sexual pleasure...

Their tongues dances around each other's mouths, breathing in each other's air as they inhaled and exhaled in sync with each other. 

Oliver was filled with such intense emotions; Love, for his faithful, loving best friend; Lust, for his horny, submissive, and surprisingly slutty companion; and Guilt, for depriving Charlie of love for so long, a guilt that he would have to carry with him forever. All he could think to do was to try and make it up to the lizard, by showering him with the love (and cum) he deserved, for as long as he could.

They pulled away from the wet, passionate kiss, a drip of saliva connecting their mouths. They were both breathing heavily, their faces both flushed. Oliver was the first one to speak up;

"Charlie... I..."

Charlie looked his trainer in the eyes, not even paying attention to the glob of cum dripping off of his snout.

"I'm so sorry for leaving you for so long... You didn't deserve that..."

"O-Ollie?"

"I mean it. It was very selfish of me, I left you here, by yourself... For so, so long..."

"Ollie... I... I don't know what to say..."

Charlie leaned in and kissed the Charmeleon on the snout once more.

"I will never leave your side once again. You're the only one I need, Charlie. I love you more than anything in the world..."

It took everything he had not to burst into tears right there, with his Pokémon and best friend sitting on his lap. But he kept it together when he felt Charlie's claws gently grasp the sides of his jaw.

"You're back now, Ollie... That's all that matters to me, that you came back..." There was a brief pause as the Charmeleon considered his words. "And I love you too. I love you so, so much Ollie!"

He suddenly pressed forward into yet another loving kiss, the trainer and Pokémon furiously grabbing at each other, stroking each other's skin, and wrestling their tongues together in such passion, emotions spilling out in a flurry of love and lust.

They pulled away from the kiss once again, both looking at each other like they were lovers re-united after many years apart... Which they were.

"Ollie... I.. I want..."

"What do you want, Charlie?" Ollie responded, ready to move heaven and earth for the lizard.

"I want you to mate me..." He stared right into Oliver's eyes as he made his request, the cum starting to slightly dry out on his face. "I want to feel you inside me, Charlie..." His voice had a desperate neediness to it, and his face was flushed with a colour of pure wanton lust.

Charlie shuffled forward slightly, just enough for both of their cocks to rub together, Charlie's draconic cock against Oliver's human member, both of them leaking precum onto each other, gently rubbing together.

Gently, Oliver took Charlie and slowly rolled him onto his back on the bed, his two legs sticking up in the air, his tail drooping down off the bed. The trainer then stood up and stepped right in front of the lizard, one leg wither side of Charlie's tail, as he looked down at the pokemon's crotch. Charlie's penis seemed to throb in time with his heartbeat, his ass barely poking out in the angle he was at.

"Thrust your ass hole up towards me a bit, Charlie..." Oliver demanded. "You'll be a good boy if you do that for me."

Wordlessly, Charlie did just that, a lustful little squeak escaping as he heard the sultry, demanding tone of voice coming from his trainer.

"That's it... you're a good little Charmeleon, aren't you?"

"Yes, Master Ollie! I'm your good little Charmeleon!" He answered with such lust and neediness. "Please mate me!"

Oliver leaned down a bit and rubbed the tip of his cock against Charlie's tight pucker. There was plenty of precum, and still a lot of saliva, left on the shaft, so lubrication wouldn't be an issue. Just as he was about to make that delicious push into his partner, he decided he wanted to have fun with the Pokémon.

"Beg me for it."

"Wh-what? Ollie, I-"

"Beg for this cock, Charlie... Beg your master to mate with you..."

Charlie's voice shrivelled up into a whimper at Oliver's dominant tone. His demands were such a turn-on for the Charmeleon, even if he didn't quite understand them.

"P-please mate me, Ollie... I'm a good boy, please, mate with me!" His voice sounded so needy and pathetic.

"Tell me how much you want it."

"I want it so much, Ol- Master! I want your cock in me so badly!"

"Tell me what a slutty little Charmeleon- No..." The gears were turning in his head as he thought of something that might really get the Pokémon worked up. "...Tell me that you're a slutty little Charmander who needs to be fucked."

"Ch-Charmander?!" Charlie exclaimed. "Master, I'm not a-"

"You look like a little Charmander to me. So small and helpless under Master's nice, fat cock... Now say it. Say you're a slutty little Charmander who needs to be fucked."

Charlie was almost worried by Oliver's sudden change in demeanour, but he couldn't deny it was making him feel hornier than he'd ever been in his life. After a moment's hesitation, he spoke, his voice high-pitched, shy and submissive;

"I'm a slutty little Charmander, Master... Please mate me..." He sounded so small and almost pathetic as he begged. And it made his draconic cock absolutely throb with excitement.

"Again. Louder."

"I'm a slutty little Charmander! I need to be mated, master, please!" His voice was more demanding, and just as needy.

Oliver ground his cock even more against Charlie's anus. Honestly, he would have penetrated him by now, but he was proving to be tighter than he anticipated. "Keep going until you feel me inside you, pet..." He decided to keep the act up until he had what he wanted.

Charlie gave a frustratedly horny moan. "Hnnng... Pleeeease, Master... Breed your little Charmander! I'm so needy... m-my virgin b-butt needs my master's cock! Please! Breed me master!" He was almost tearing up from the humiliation, begging to be bred like he was a female Charmander in heat. "Breed me, please! Give me an egg! Breed your slutty l-little Charmand-AAAAHHHH!!!"

It was then that Oliver finally pressed enough pressure into Charlie's ass that his cock managed to break through the tight, muscled ring of the Charmeleon's butt.

"AAAH! OLLIE!! OH GOODNESS, OLLIEEEEEEE!!"

"FfffFFuck! Oh, fuck Charlie! God, it feels so good!"

Oliver leaned in and the two kissed furiously once more, though kissing might seem somewhat inaccurate this time as they just seemed to be passionately sucking on each other's tongues. It didn't last long though, Oliver pulled back as a drip of drool fell from his mouth onto Charlie's neck.

"Ffff... Hold your legs up, it'll make it easier for me to penetrate you..." He huffed. The warmth from Charlie's ass was gorgeous, but the tightness was borderline uncomfortable. Maybe they weren't the optimum position for anal sex to occur, but at the moment, Charlie's behind was very tight indeed. Though, he had to keep in mind that Charlie was in fact a virgin, and his Pokémon physiology was still pretty foreign to Oliver. He knew though that Pokémon could accommodate much larger sizes when it came to mating, but maybe it worked differently with anal sex. He didn't know.

He did find that the tightness did ease to a more manageable degree when Charlie slid his hands under and pulled his legs up, spreading his asshole open just enough. "L-Like this master?"

"That's perfect, you're my good boy, Charlie..." Oliver started pressing his cock in deeper, getting about a third of it in before he stopped himself. "You're my good little Charmander..."

Charlie cooed and closed his eyes, letting the pleasure and lust wash over him like a wave. "Oh, Ollie..." He moaned, feeling Charlie start to pull back. "Ah- AH!" He let out some squeals as Oliver started pushing forward again, working into a slow thrusting motion.

Already, it was taking Oliver so much effort not to orgasm right then and there. The sensation was incredible, Charlie's ass was just immaculate, and it was squeezing his cock in all the right ways each time he pushed in as far as he could go - which was deeper and deeper each time, bit by bit. He managed to hold off his orgasm for the moment though, thankfully he was still recuperating a little bit after the blowjob from before. And he would try to keep it that way, he wanted Charlie's first time with his master to be very special; he wanted it to last.

By now, he was getting half his cock inside with each thrust forward. Charlie's ass seemed to be stretching to accommodate Oliver's cock, the warm insides giving Charlie the exact feel of every bump and vein. His mouth was agape, his tongue was hanging out of his mouth, leaking drool onto the bedsheets, which were already getting pretty damp with the sweat and other fluids that had been drenching them in the last hour.

Suddenly, Oliver placed his hands underneath Charlie's tail and lifted him up a bit, to be more level with the angle of his cock. All of a sudden, he was able to get a LOT deeper with his thrusts, though at the expense of some speed as he got used to this position. It required a bit more muscle work, but thankfully that was something that he'd apparently worked on during his absence. 

Charlie's eyes snapped open, his pupils dilating in excitement at the feeling of his belly being so thoroughly filled. Oliver's cock was almost completely inside him now, and he loved every moment of it. He loved feeling the shape and warmth of that penis coursing through his virgin hole. Better yet, the cock was managing to hit his prostate at that angle, and each time he felt the tip of Oliver's cock press against it, his own cock twitched desperately. A pool of his own Charmeleon pre-cum was pooling on his belly, and now that his bottom half was being hoisted up a bit more, that pre-cum pool was starting to trickle up his chest.

"Ol... Ollie... Oh god... Breed me, Ollie..." He moaned desperately. He couldn't even think straight, it didn't even matter that it was impossible for him to be 'bred', he wanted to be fucked like they were trying for an egg.

Obeying the submissive lizard, Oliver doubled his efforts. He adjusted his grip under the Charmeleon's backside a little bit, until he had enough of a grasp to really start pounding the horny lizard. Each thrust, fast and passionate. His balls slapped against the cream-coloured scales just under the pokemon's asshole. Each time Oliver pulled out, he pulled back until about half of his cock remained inside... But when he pushed back in again, he slammed inside with as much gusto as he could manage.

In, out, in, out. He was like a machine, designed with only one purpose in mind - fucking the living daylight out 

"Ah! F-Fuck... Oh GOD Charlie..." His moans came out as desperate hisses between his clenched teeth as he felt his orgasm encroaching. "F-Fuck, I'm gonna... I'm gonna..."

That was when he noticed how Charlie's butt seemed to be clenching all of a sudden. Charlie's eyes forced shut, his back arched and his claws let go of his legs and dug into the bed, ripping through the sheets and into the mattress. Thankfully, Ollie's hands were still underneath his backside or else that could have hurt them both, and that would have spoiled what turned out to be one absolutely wicked orgasm from the Charmeleon.

His tail pressed against Oliver's back and pulled him in, the flame roared with a flame that Oliver had never seen before!

"OLLIEEEE!!!" He screamed out as his cock started shooting rope after rope of Charmeleon cum into the air, arcing and hitting his own chest and face, mixing in with the load that his trainer had already left there. He was experiencing one doozy of a hands-free orgasm, the constant assault on his prostate finally culminating in a powerful rush of lust. His cock kept twitching as it sprayed more and more cum into the air and onto himself. "AH! AAAHHH!! OH NOOOOO! AHHHH!!" His shouts were desperate and garbled as he rode the sheer tsunami of pleasure that was completely rocking his body.

Oliver watched in awe as the dragon in front of him was cumming and orgasming like a fire hose. He must have been needing this for so long, he thought to himself.

But just as that thought crossed his mind, a new thought crossed almost immediately after; he was suddenly VERY close to his own orgasm, the extra excitement from seeing Charlie writhe around in pleasure was precisely what he needed to bring him to the edge once again. But he managed to keep it at bay, slowing down just a bit as he felt Charlie's insides convulse all around his cock.

And Charlie's orgasm seemed to be subsiding, the cartoonishly powerful cum shots had eased off into a steady dribble of cum from the tip of his twitching draconic cock. But it was that image paired with what Charlie would say next that would push Oliver over that edge;

"Ah... I- I can f-feel you... twitching... in my... slutty Charmander butt, M-Master..."

His voice was breathy and dripping with pleasure, his mind still drunk on the pleasure. But it was exactly the kind of thing that would send a shiver through Oliver's spine, even if he wasn't already balls deep in a Pokémon ass. But seeing as he currently WAS balls deep in a pokemon's tight, needy, virgin asshole...

"F-fuck... FUCK! CHARLIE!!!"

He gave one last thrust, roughly hilting himself in the Charmeleon's tight asshole. And then he started to cum.

"AH! G-Gah, I'm c-cumming!"

"I can feel it, Ollieeee!!!"

Rope after rope of cum shot into that Charmeleon's ass, though it was considerably less than the load that Oliver had unleashed just before. It was a bit more watery, but still just as warm and just as enjoyable for the lizard, who looked down at his belly as he felt it getting filled with cum. He could swear that he could feel and see his stomach swelling with the sheer volume of his master's cum! ...Though that may have just been wishful thinking.

Oliver's eyes were clenched shut as he rode out the last seconds of his orgasm, finally opening them back up when he felt his orgasmic high start to peter off. He saw Charlie laying there, looking up at him with a look that could only be described as pure love. It made Oliver's heart flutter just seeing those big Charmeleon eyes looking up at him like he was the Pokemon's entire world.

And then he realised that he probably WAS the pokemon's entire world...

"I love you so much, Charlie..."

"I love you too, Ollie..."

Gently, Oliver started pulling back, letting his cock slip out of the dragon's needy little butt. Cum leaked out as he did so, dripping onto Charlie's tail. Charlie let out a soft cry from that last bit of stimulation as he pulled back across his inner love button for one last time.

The cock slipped free with a quiet pop sound, a dribble of cum following shortly after, escaping the gaping Charmeleon hole. Oliver took a moment to appreciate the beauty of what he'd done, committing the image of Charlie's cum-filled hole to memory. 

"Ollie?" Charlie's voice was soft and very content, "Can we cuddle?" he asked. He hadn't asked to cuddle since long before Oliver had left in the first place.

Cuddling sounded like one heck of a good idea to Oliver, who simply smiled and nodded in response, walking around the side of the bed and climbing on it.

Charlie rolled onto all fours and crawled forward, until he was right next to the human. He placed his arms around the human's body and pulled himself in close, nesting his head right in next to Ollie's. His tail wrapped around Charlie's leg. From an outside perspective, it might not look like the most comfortable or ergonomic position, but the two couldn't feel more at ease right now.

"Charlie..."

"Yes Master?"

"You can call me Ollie, silly lizard! And you can wipe that cum off your face now!" Oliver chuckled, just noticing that it was still splattered across the Charmeleon's face from before.

Charlie blushed, a little bit embarrassed, before reaching over for one of the stray blankets and wiping it across his face. "Did I get it?"

Oliver looked - he had not. Some of it had dried to his skin. "Uhh... we'll get the rest of it later... don't let me forget, okay?"

"Okay!" The Charmeleon snuggled back into his trainer's embrace. He didn't seem to notice the slightly guilty look on Oliver's face.

A few moments passed, Oliver wracking his brain trying to think of what to say.

"I... I didn't go too far... did I?" He asked sheepishly. Charlie pulled back and looked at Oliver expectantly, "With the... um... Charmander stuff?"

"Oh umm... I thought you did at first... But I really liked it, ha ha..." Charlie blushed as he admitted enjoying the treatment. "You... you can do that again... you know, if you wanted to..."

"I think you might have a humiliation fetish, Charlie..." Ollie commented, teasingly.

"Shut uuuuupp..."

"What, scared I might turn you on again by making fun of you?"

The two shared a hearty laugh as they both came to the same simultaneous conclusion - that they were both tired as fuck, and both needed to get some rest.

And so, they snuggled into each other's arms again, and let their exhaustion wash over them like a warm comforting blanket made of sleep. And for both of them, it was the best sleep that either of them had had in many, many years...


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When Charlie woke up, morning light was flitting through the curtains, shining down on the Charmeleon. He opened his eyes and saw that the bed was empty.

For a second, he panicked, until he sat up and saw that the bathroom door was open, and saw Oliver standing at the sink, combing his hair splashing his face with water. He reached and turned the faucet off, and then looked into the mirror, spying in the reflection that Charlie had woken up.

"Morning, sleepyhead!" He said cheerfully, turning around, grabbing a damp face washer from the sink and heading back into the bedroom.

"Morning, Ollie..." There was a distinct note of relief in the Charmeleon's voice which piqued the trainer's interest.

Oliver walked up and sat on the bed, looking at the Pokémon with some concern. "Everything alright, Charlie?"

Charlie hesitated before answering, a little bit embarrassed by the answer, "I... I thought that last night might have been... you know... a dream, or something... for a second."

"Aw, Charlie!" Oliver cooed caringly. He reached forward and stroked the Charmeleon's face gently. "It was certainly a dream come true, but it was definitely real. Don't worry about that!" Up close he could see the bits of cum that had dried to the red scales of Charlie's face.

He reached forward with the damp face washer and started to gently scrub.

"Ollie? What are you-"

"You've still got cum on you, Charlie..." The cloth was more than enough to get the last bits. "I know we made a lot of noise last night, but I think that visual evidence of what we did will still be awkward to try and explain to Winston..."

"Wait, Winston?" Charlie sounded confused.

"Yeah, I told him to bring up some empty suitcases from one of the storage rooms." He said nonchalantly. Finishing washing Charlie's face, he moved down to get the few strays dried stains on his chest.

"Why do you need the suitcases? Won't Mom be mad if you use them?" His voice was quiet and careful, wondering what Oliver's plan was.

"Charlie. I do not give a Rattata's ass what that old witch thinks. She doesn't know I'm here, and when I pack that suitcase, she won't know I ever came back." His words had more than a bit of venom to them as he looked down, washing the last of the dried semen off the Charmeleon. "You're the only one who knows I'm here at all. ...And Winston.

"So, you're not staying then?" There was a little bit of a voice crack as he asked that.

"You didn't think I'd come back just to keep living here, did you?"

"N-no... I guess not..."

"Besides, there's so much out there, you know? So much to see outside this... Tiny fucking mansion!" His voice was animated and excited, clearly pumped at the very idea of leaving once again. "A whole world, new places to go, and new friends to meet-"

His speech was interrupted by the sound of a quiet sniffle. He looked down and saw that his Pokémon was crying.

"Ch-Charlie? What... Are you okay?"

"I don't want you to leave, Ollie!" He replied, very upset. Tears dripped down his face as he looked up at Oliver with a hurt expression. "You JUST came back! And you're ALREADY leaving!"

Oliver suddenly started feeling very flustered. "Ye- no, I... I don't understand-"

"Do you have any idea how ALONE I've been for the last three years? Ignored? How everyone pretended like I wasn't even here, just because I was YOUR Pokémon?!" The emotions were really flowing out now, Charlie was about to let go of three years' worth of unresolved tension, frustration and resentment. "Do you know what that's like, Ollie? To have your best friend suddenly disappear one day, without even saying goodbye?!"

"I... I'm sor-"

"You called the house ONCE, to get angry at your parents, not even to say goodbye or even hello to ME! Yelling at your family was more important to you than even speaking to me!" His tail-flame raged and flared up, except instead of the pleasant warmth of last night's passion, it ran hot, uncomfortably so. "Do you know how that made me feel?! Alone! That's what! I'm so tired of being alone, Ollie! How could you do that to me again?!"

Oliver didn't know how to answer. He was tearing up as he suddenly felt the weight of what he'd done come crashing down on top of him. He started crying now, his heart breaking at the thought of Charlie sitting by himself, just waiting for some kind of notice that he was out there, SOMETHING. But he had given the Charmeleon, his best friend in the entire world, nothing until he arrived home yesterday.

He suddenly lunged forward and hugged Charlie, tight. As tight as he could muster, crying into the Charmeleon's shoulder. Charlie hugged him right back, the pair audibly sobbing into the embrace.

"I-I'm... I'm s-so... so sorry... I d-didn't realise..." Oliver sobbed. "I... I never meant..."

"I d-don't wanna be alone, Ollie..." Charlie whimpered. "Please... don't leave me again..."

Confusion entered the fray once again, as Oliver wondered why Charlie thought he would be alone. Then, it finally hit him - Charlie thought he was going to leave WITHOUT him. And truthfully, that was never the plan, he had in fact returned specifically for the Pokémon, but he realised that he had never actually said that.

Gently, Oliver pulled back from the hug. "You're such a silly lizard, Charlie..."

"Wh-what?!"

"You idiot..." He chuckled. "I'm taking you with me, stupid!" Jokingly, he pushed the Charmeleon over, onto the bed.

Charlie looked up with wide, confused eyes. "Huh? What do you mean?"

"You thought I was going to leave without you, didn't you?" He asked, wiping tears from his eyes. "No, you're coming with me! I'm taking you away from here!"

It took a few moments for the words to sink in for Charlie. Oliver knew he finally understood when the Charmeleon lunged forward, wanting to hug his trainer again - but he did it with such force and excitement that he ended up knocking Oliver right off the bed, sending them both tumbling onto the floor.

"Hahahaha! Charlie! Cut it out!" Oliver laughed hard as Charlie pinned him down, giving him affectionate, grateful licks and kisses, almost uncontrollably so, as he showered his trainer with love. He was so happy to hear that, the emotion made even more intense by the contrast of being distraught and angry only a few moments ago. Finally, he seemed to stop, and the Pokémon and Trainer were face-to-face once more, looking into each other's eyes.

Without even thinking about it, they were on the same wavelength as Charlie lowered his head down to Oliver's, the pair sharing another passionate kiss on the bedroom floor. Their breath was hot and heavy as they started to really go at it once again, right on the floor...

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

A sudden knocking sound put a quick stop to that though. The pair jumped out of their skin, completely taken by surprise by the sudden loud noise.

"Fucking hell!" Oliver complained, loudly. "Yes?!"

The muffled voice of Winston, the butler, rang through the heavy wood of the door. "Pardon me, young Master Oliver, but I have the empty luggage for you."

A wave of relief flashed over both as they learned that it was not one of Oliver's family members come to scold him. Truthfully, he still half expected that sometime today, but the more it was put off, the better.

"Ah... thank you, Winston. Just... Leave them outside the door... I'm uhh..." He looked at Charlie as if to solicit an excuse for not answering the door from the Pokémon. Charlie just gave him a confused head tilt. "I'm not decent?"

There was a pause.

"Very good, sir. I shall come back in half an hour." Winston had definitely heard that for some reason, Oliver seemed to sound like he was speaking on the floor. But he didn't really care to know the details, knowing that the reason would probably embarrass the young Master Renard.

Oliver and Charlie heard the man walk away, and then both simultaneously burst into laughter, the situation worked as a perfect impromptu cool-down after such an emotional stoush between the two pokephilic lovers. 

"Ha ha... I suppose we'd better start packing if we wanna be out of here before Mother wakes up from her wine-induced slumber..." Oliver's voice was dripping with dry sarcasm as he gently pushed against the Charmeleon, letting him know to get off of him.

Charlie did so, standing up and climbing up onto the bed. "Actually, she's stopped drinking that stuff."

"Oh?"

"Yeah! I mean... she does cocaine now, but you know..."

The two laughed even more as Oliver stood up and sat on the bed next to Oliver. Maybe that seemed like a crass thing to laugh about, but if you knew Lady Renard, you'd understand.

"Gosh... I have a lot to catch up on, don't I, Charlie?"

"Mmhmm, you certainly do!" One of the Lizard's claws subtly made its way over and rested on Oliver's leg, sensually stroking his thigh through the thin fabric of his pants. "We have a LOT to catch up on..."


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Francoise paced around the front room on the phone to one of her clients. "Well, if you don't want to pay for the premium quality of our product, then by all means, sign that contract with Devon Industries!" Suddenly, she spied out the window Winston carrying a bunch of luggage out to the car, which was still inconveniently parked in the middle of their courtyard. "I'll call you back, Valerie..."

The sound of her high-heeled boots stomping down the tiled hallways and down the marbled stairs ran throughout the house as she quickly made her way out to the courtyard to intercept the car. "WINSTON! What the blazes are you doing with my husband's luggage?!"

"Just packing up our guest, ma'am." He replied, simply, heaving one of the over-filled suitcases into the back of the car. 

"What guest?!" Francoise hadn't actually seen Winston at all since yesterday, and none of the staff seemed to know, or would care to tell her, who the vehicle belonged to, and now here the butler was, cramming some old suitcases into it, the ones she had purchased for the family's trip to Johto Falls about five years ago. "Whose car even IS this? No-one will tell me!"

"Ma'am, I assure you; everything will become clear-"

"Fucking TELL ME, WINSTON!" She shouted. "This has been doing my head in all night, and nobody seems to want to give me an answer, even though I'm the one paying everyone's wages here!"

Just then, Oliver's father, Simon Renard, joined the fray, coming down to see what his wife had gotten so worked up about.

"What in blazes are you two going on about?" He stepped down wearing the top half of a formal suit, and the bottom half of a set of pajamas. "My client could hear you both down the other end of the video call!"

What was about to take place was not a rare occurrence in the Renard family, the classic screaming match between Simon and Francoise, usually at each other. It was a lot more uncommon for them to both be jointly shouting at someone else though, poor Winston taking the brunt of their wrath this time around.

"Sir, Ma'am, please..."

"Answer my wife, Winston! Whose car is this?"

"I'm sorry, but Master Renard explicitly told me not to say!" He said, exasperated.

Francoise turned towards her husband angrily, totally misunderstanding what the butler had said. "So, it's your fault this car is here! Another of your floozies, Simon?"

"I assure you, Frankie, I have never seen this vehicle in my life!" He immediately went on the defensive, taking a step back.

"And I'm supposed to just believe that, am I?" She asked angrily, disregarding Winston for the moment, who simply went back to putting suitcases in the trunk of the car.

Suddenly a new, familiar voice rang out across the courtyard.

"Actually, Mother, for once in his life, he's telling you the truth."

All three, the parents and the butler, suddenly turned around to see Oliver standing there. He was standing tall and proud, and aside from his face, he looked almost nothing like how the parents remembered. In his arms, he was cradling Charlie, his arms underneath the Charmeleon, like a newlywed husband would carry his bride.

Charlie was blushing like crazy, unable to believe that he had been talked into this. He was leaking cum from a clearly freshly-used ass, and his face had been splattered with fresh cum once again. Charlie's arms were clinging around the back of Charlie's neck as his master cradled him.

When Oliver had realised that his mother was, in fact, awake, he knew that he would have to see her, as she was exactly the kind of person who wouldn't let the car go. He hadn't banked on her having such an early meeting though, so his plan of slipping away with Charlie unnoticed had gone out the window. So, he was winging it.

As for Charlie being filled and covered in both Oliver and his own semen - that was two-faceted, he thought it would make for a memorably dramatic exit, and he thought it would be really fucking hot. Though, it was a detail that his parents hadn't quite noticed yet. They were both too stunned by the sudden return of their estranged son.

Stunned. Not exactly "Happy", considering some of the things they had said to each other before he stormed out on them all those years ago. Neither Francoise or Simon said a word as they stood there, taking in the fact that he had finally dared to reappear.

"Well Mother... Father... I'm home."

Francoise was the first one to speak up, her face equally confused and angry. Though part of her was happy to see her son again, it was mostly the confusion and anger.

"You have a lot of nerve showing up here again, Oliver..." Her voice was surprisingly neutral, though it did have that distinct edge to it that Oliver had grown up with. "Don't think I've forgotten all the horrible things that you said..."

"And don't YOU think that I ever stopped meaning them!" Oliver was feeling so smug. He realised very quickly that there's nothing they could threaten him with that mattered. He started walking towards the car. "I STILL think you're a boring old woman who cares more about her job and her money than hey children."

"How dare you talk to your mother that way!" his father fumed, angry at the disrespect.

"So, Father, what IS the name of your current Mistress? Are you still seeing that Vera or whoever that was?" He wasn't even trying to hide the fact that he was just shit-stirring.

"Actually, Ollie, he's been seeing a lady named Christina now!" Charlie added, feeling emboldened by the contagious confidence of his trainer.

"Ooh, Christina!" Oliver said with an air of sass. "Watch out, Frankie!"

"You bratty fucking Pokémon, after we let you stay with us for so long!" Simon roared.

"Yes, thank you so much for providing him with a warm piece of carpet to lie on for three years while Winston and the staff actually took care of him." He opened the passenger door of his car, and let Charlie clamber into the seat. "But that's fine, he's no longer your responsibility."

It was at that point where Francoise realised that there was something on Charlie's face.

"What the hell is that on the Charmeleon's face?" She shouted, horrified and disgusted.

"Oh that!" Oliver didn't even hesitate as he walked around to the driver's side of the car. "It's semen. I fucked Charlie yesterday, and I fucked him just before I came down."

Charlie blushed heavily, not able to look at the absolutely mortified parents. They looked at Oliver with sheer bewilderment, disgust, and fury. And Oliver just ate it all up. 

He slapped the roof of his car. "Well, I can see that I've overstayed my welcome!" He said jokingly. He looked towards Winston. "All the best Winston, sorry about the mess in the room."

Winston looked absolutely uncomfortable caught in the middle of this. The parents glanced at him, and then back to the car. Francoise took one look at her husband and knew right away that the man was about to lose it.

"Simon, don't-"

"You absolute freak. You dare call yourself our son?" Simon was livid. "You call yourself a Renard?"

Oliver opened the door of his car. "I haven't called myself a Renard in at least three years, father." He said, almost emotionless. There was a tinge of sadness in Oliver's voice at that statement left his lips. "Please, tell the others I stopped by." He said vaguely before ducking his head and getting into the car.

"Get back here! Don't you walk away from me! I'm your father!"

"Oliver! Stop! Come back and let's talk this over like rational adults!"

Oliver turned the key in the ignition and the vehicle roared to life. The car was loaded and ready to go, the loud engine obscuring the sounds of his parents angrily trying to make him turn around.

And despite all this, Oliver looked to Charlie. "Are you ready?" He asked with a smile.

Charlie nodded emphatically. "I'm ready, Ollie." He smiled back at his master, a drip of cum falling from his face and onto the seat underneath him. "Are you sure you don't want to stay with your family? I don't think there's coming back from this..." He asked the question out of concern, wondering if there was any part of Oliver at all that would want to stay.

Oliver reached over and gently stroked the side of Charlie's face once more.

"All the family I want right now... is already in this car with me..." He said, feeling sappy as soon as he said it. It seemed to have the desired effect though, it seemed to make Charlie melt with love hearing something so romantic coming from his best friend.

And with that, Oliver put his foot down on the gas and the car tyres began to spin, kicking up a cloud of smoke as the car peeled down the driveway of the large estate.

The car left the estate with a thud as he barely slowed down coming out of the driveway, the car fishtailing a bit as it roared to life on the road.

And as they sped away from the Renard Estate, both Oliver and Charlie suddenly started feeling quite small. 

Charlie had never been out of the safety of the Renard family before. Though lonely, he had a comfortable life there, and judging by what happened to Oliver since he'd left, he knew that he probably wouldn't live as cosy as that ever again. He didn't even know what had happened to his master, he could be entering a world of danger and mystery - a far cry from the life living on an estate.

And Oliver had completely burned the last bridge he'd had with his family. There was no going back after his big dramatic exit now, he'd burned the bridge and pissed on the ashes. The last three years away, he'd been living by himself, but there had always been that safety net there, in case he ever had to come crawling back, but now, if he fell now, he would be falling hard - and he'd be taking Charlie with him.

But in spite of all that, and in the face of all the insecurities that the pair had for the future, they were both so, so excited to be looking forward. They were scared, sure, but that was simply nothing compared to their love for one another. 

As they sat in that car, heading towards whatever adventure lay in wait for them, they would be prepared for any adversity they would face. All because they each had the one thing that they craved most in this world:

Each other.