Chapter 1
Hello all! I know its been a while but I been buisy. But enough about me, onto the obligitory warnings and so on. This stroy contains acts of a sexual nature. If you are underaged or its illegal where you are to view this stuff, then leave now! Run run! However, if you are ove age to view the hot steamy action between two poke-studs, then by all means read on!
Life Debt.
Plock. A drop of water fell onto the beak of the barely conscious Blaziken, causing his blue eyes to slowly open. He was an oddity among his own kind since most blazikens have red feathers over most of their bodies and whit crown of feathers and "wings". But in this case, the feathers over his body were of a shade of black with the ones nearest his feat being of a shade of light blue. Even his beak, which should normally be red, was a different color, also being of the same amazingly brilliant shade of black as the feathers that covered his body.
As his eyes opened slowly, they scanned the room he was in. It was obviously a cave, very dark and very wet. Of all things Blazeago (the name given to this particular blaziken by his trainer) hated, being damp in an unknown place really seemed to anger him. He tried to sit up but fell back; growling in pain from a stabbing sensation in his legs and back. He laid back trying to make any since of why he hurt so badly. He ventured a paw to his head only to feel it stopped by some unseen force.
"Nay, friend. You wont be touching your head for a while. You suffered some nasty wounds." The voice came from the darkness of the room, all encompassing. Or so it felt to Blazeago. He turned to try and face the voice, staring into the stygian gloom. A pair of eyes, purple and shining with the light that belonged only to psychic pokemon moved toward the prone figure of the blaziken. At this sight, Blazeago tried to back away from them, knowing that he had the disadvantage of not only being wounded, but also should he have to fight, his alignment with fighting types would make him weak to the mentally endowed pokemon.
The figure clapped it paws twice and torches lit all around the cave, illuminating the room, the stone slab where Blazeago lay, and his host, Mewtwo. The powerful psychic pokemon stood easily the same height as the blaziken, soft white fur over most of his body with his tail and abs being the exception, a majestic purple hue over those parts. His eyes, purple and still giving of their eerie glow, scanned the blaziken before him. "Hmmm you really took a nasty knocking. Good thing I stabilized you."
Blazeagos eyes widened at the concerned tone in the felineoids voice. "S-s-stabilize? You mean..."
"Yes," nodding as he replies. "If I had not, you would not be here talking to me."
Blazeago looked away from the creature standing beside him, feeling a slight burning indignation deep inside. Now he owed his life to a Psychic, and not just any psychic, the second most powerful in pokemon lore.
"So...I guess I owe you one then." He spoke, his voice full of venom and anger at the situation.
Mewtwo just smiled a vaguely cruel smile and patted the injured leg of the fire type before him. "We'll worry about that later. Right now, you need healing."
Blazeago winced in pain as his leg was patted and gave a look to the mewtwo that could have curdled the sweetest Miltank milk into Limburger cheese. "Why would a psy like you want to help me? I though all your kind, especially you, were hateful of pokemon that had trainers."
Mewtwo did not speak, but instead closed his eyes and focused his mental energies with a Metronome move that came out as Aroma Therapy. Almost instantly, Blazeago felt the pain ebb away and become a gentle numbness as his mind drifted slightly. He looked to the mewtwo as he inhaled the sweet smell of the move. It was nice but it carried something else in it, the smell of the psychic's own musk. Not unpleasant at all, in fact, kind of nice.
Mewtwo looked down at the drifting fire type and smirked. "I may as well tell you before you ask. I found you not but four hours ago, unconscious and bleeding in the valley of steel. Those Aggron get to be very aggressive in perusing intruders. Well, even with a type advantage, they were still no matches for me. After I cleared them off, I brought you here. And don't worry about your trainer. Its still a few hours before he will awaken, and even when he does start searching for you, there's a thick fog outside."
As the first treatment began to ebb away, leaving the blaziken with no pain but a dazed mind, he tried to speak to the psychic. "But...does that mean...you wont let...me go?"
Mewtwo chuckled softly. It had been a long time since the powerful pokemon had actually laughed. "I'll let you go in time to beat you trainer back to the camp site. But like you said, you owe me." Blazeagos' face became creased with concern. It was then he felt a paw on his chest and felt an energy coursing though him, the power of Recover healing him and binding his wounds. A couple minuets later he felt right a rain. He turned to face Mewtwo again, a feint smile on his beak. "Well doc, thanks. I really needed that." He sighed and sat up slowly. He may have been healed but he still felt a little sore from the roughing up he had received from the hardheaded antagonists outside. "I do owe you my life. Even if it's a bit of a loss of face for me." Mewtwo smiled kindly and patted the side of Blazeagos face. "If you are offering me a life debt, I will accept. But I will not hold you here against your will."
Blazeago murred softly as he felt the touch of the mewtwos paw, the first contact of its kind he had really ever received. His trainer wasn't a bad one but he wasn't the touchy-feely kind of trainer. A hearty pat on the back and a "Well done" was the usual thanks he received. But this touch from Mewtwo was different. It was kind, almost loving and felt really nice. It was then he noticed the smell again. Stronger this time, coming from the psychic pokemon. Blazeago gently took Mewtwos paw in his and smiled at him. "I have smelled that scent like yours once from a male Zangoose. He told me he was in season."
Mewtwo blushed softly under his fur and nodded. "I haven't ever been able to find one I felt any connection with or any female that would be compatible with me. I have faced up to the fact that I am most likely never to have offspring but I still have the needs of any male in need."
Blazeago felt pity and a bit of want for the cute psychic. He returned the gentle touch he had received earlier, rubbing the side of Mewtwos face. He was rewarded with a soft purr. The fire pokemon's eyes softened as he spoke. "Well, if you wish, I'll help you. I do owe you that." His paw gently traces down the standing mewtwos face and neck, tickling at his chest and abs. Mewtwo, having gone for so long without the touch of another, tilts his head back and moans gently as he feels the straying paw of the blaziken touch and excite him. Mewtwo's genital slit opens up as his member slowly extends from it. Blazeago catches sight of the bright pink shaft and lowers his paw to touch and gently caress it. His own member slide out from hiding under his feathers from the excitement of touching another as well. Both pokemon look into each other's eyes and know what they want. Blazeago lowers his beak to the felineoids shaft and licks it. The taste was something else altogether, salty, kind of bitter, but nice all the same. The fire type sank his beak around Mewtwos cock and suckled gently at it, brining a little heat into his beat to excite his lover. Mewtwo was in heaven; the feel of a hot moist beak around his shaft was almost too much for him. His paws go to the handsome avian pokemons head and rub his soft feathers encouragingly. Blazeago smiles at the rubbing and continues to suckle on the delicious length of mewtwo meat in his beak.
Mewtwo stopped the delicious treatment, reluctantly pushing Blazeago from his member. "Stop. Stop, please. I need something else..." Blazeago understood immediately and lay back on the slab, legs spread and a look of lust in his eyes. "I'm ready for you." Mewtwo climbed up onto the slab and crawled between the fire types legs, his member poking at Blazeagos tail hole. Mewtwo gently rubs the blazikens face and kisses him. "Are you sure?" "Of course. I owe you and I want you."
Mewtwo slowly began to sink his member inch by inch into the handsome pokemon beneath him, eliciting moans and groans from his partner. "Mmmm....dear Blaziken, you are so tight!" Blazeago groans and writhes under the sexy psychic type as he feels him hilt inside him. Slowly Mewtwo gets into a steady deep rhythm of pumping in and out, his paw gripping Blazeagos cock and stroking him in time to his thrusts. The helpless fire pokemon lay there, feeling so happy as he was taken by the magnificent psychic pokemon above him. Both of them fell into a delicious rhythm, feeling the marvelous act deep inside each other. Blazeago groaned loudly as he felt his newfound lover speed up, both in thrusts and in stroking of his cock. Mewtwo could not believe how great it felt to finally have the presence and the pleasure of another. Soon the psychic pokemon began to feel that feeling growing in his crotch, his balls beginning to tighten. His thrusts became more deep and needy. Blazeago responded in kind by bushing back fully on Mewtwo, taking every inch into himself and milking his cock.
Finally, Mewtwo could take the tightness and sweet embrace of his fiery new lover no longer. He bucked in hard and began filling the blazikens tight innards with his pent up seed, every spurts striking Blazeagos prostate. This was what set the fire type over the edge as he blew his own load, his white, hot seed spattering over both of them. The intense rush of pleasure coursing through Blazeagos body was all too much for him. His senses began failing him, as the last thing he felt before slipping into unconsciousness was the sweet kiss of Mewtwo on his beak...
Blazeago awoke with a start to find himself sitting at the campsite where his trainer was just waking up. The young man stood and looked at his trusted pokemon companion.
"Morning Blaze. Have you been up all night?"
"Blaze blaziken (no, I'm fine)," the tall flame type replied.
Jordan shrugs and retrieves Blazeagos pokeball from the shoulder strap of his backpack. "Well thanks for watching through the night, my friend. You know what? I think we'll just skirt around the valley ahead of us. A walk in the mist might be fun."
Blazeago nodded but could not help but remember yesterday when Jordan had said they would go through the valley. When his trainer made up his mind about something, it was going happen. What had changed his attitude so suddenly? His train of thought was interrupted by his trainer's voice. "Well lets get going. Blazeago, return." The familiar red light touched the pokemon and he was transferred back into the ball. Jordan re-secured the pokeball and began moving out.
Blazeago rested in the pokeball, still confused, until a kind and familiar voice spoke to him in his mind. "Take it easy, my pet. I'll se you around. Next time your trainer camps, Ill be waiting for you." Blazeago closed his eyes and fell into a sweet blissful slumber as he clung to the memory of a night he would never forget, and many more to come.
Well ladys and germs, thats it. And as allways questions, comments, and snide remarks can be emailed to me. Remember, your feedback results in better stories. PS: my appologies for the spelling and gramaitical errors. I just revised them and took care of it.
Blazeago is copyright me, Ryu Windclaw 2005 / Derje 2009
Mewtwo, Pokemon, and all other properties therein are coppyright Nintendo, Creatures Inc, and The Pokemon Company (199X-2009)
Life Debt.
Plock. A drop of water fell onto the beak of the barely conscious Blaziken, causing his blue eyes to slowly open. He was an oddity among his own kind since most blazikens have red feathers over most of their bodies and whit crown of feathers and "wings". But in this case, the feathers over his body were of a shade of black with the ones nearest his feat being of a shade of light blue. Even his beak, which should normally be red, was a different color, also being of the same amazingly brilliant shade of black as the feathers that covered his body.
As his eyes opened slowly, they scanned the room he was in. It was obviously a cave, very dark and very wet. Of all things Blazeago (the name given to this particular blaziken by his trainer) hated, being damp in an unknown place really seemed to anger him. He tried to sit up but fell back; growling in pain from a stabbing sensation in his legs and back. He laid back trying to make any since of why he hurt so badly. He ventured a paw to his head only to feel it stopped by some unseen force.
"Nay, friend. You wont be touching your head for a while. You suffered some nasty wounds." The voice came from the darkness of the room, all encompassing. Or so it felt to Blazeago. He turned to try and face the voice, staring into the stygian gloom. A pair of eyes, purple and shining with the light that belonged only to psychic pokemon moved toward the prone figure of the blaziken. At this sight, Blazeago tried to back away from them, knowing that he had the disadvantage of not only being wounded, but also should he have to fight, his alignment with fighting types would make him weak to the mentally endowed pokemon.
The figure clapped it paws twice and torches lit all around the cave, illuminating the room, the stone slab where Blazeago lay, and his host, Mewtwo. The powerful psychic pokemon stood easily the same height as the blaziken, soft white fur over most of his body with his tail and abs being the exception, a majestic purple hue over those parts. His eyes, purple and still giving of their eerie glow, scanned the blaziken before him. "Hmmm you really took a nasty knocking. Good thing I stabilized you."
Blazeagos eyes widened at the concerned tone in the felineoids voice. "S-s-stabilize? You mean..."
"Yes," nodding as he replies. "If I had not, you would not be here talking to me."
Blazeago looked away from the creature standing beside him, feeling a slight burning indignation deep inside. Now he owed his life to a Psychic, and not just any psychic, the second most powerful in pokemon lore.
"So...I guess I owe you one then." He spoke, his voice full of venom and anger at the situation.
Mewtwo just smiled a vaguely cruel smile and patted the injured leg of the fire type before him. "We'll worry about that later. Right now, you need healing."
Blazeago winced in pain as his leg was patted and gave a look to the mewtwo that could have curdled the sweetest Miltank milk into Limburger cheese. "Why would a psy like you want to help me? I though all your kind, especially you, were hateful of pokemon that had trainers."
Mewtwo did not speak, but instead closed his eyes and focused his mental energies with a Metronome move that came out as Aroma Therapy. Almost instantly, Blazeago felt the pain ebb away and become a gentle numbness as his mind drifted slightly. He looked to the mewtwo as he inhaled the sweet smell of the move. It was nice but it carried something else in it, the smell of the psychic's own musk. Not unpleasant at all, in fact, kind of nice.
Mewtwo looked down at the drifting fire type and smirked. "I may as well tell you before you ask. I found you not but four hours ago, unconscious and bleeding in the valley of steel. Those Aggron get to be very aggressive in perusing intruders. Well, even with a type advantage, they were still no matches for me. After I cleared them off, I brought you here. And don't worry about your trainer. Its still a few hours before he will awaken, and even when he does start searching for you, there's a thick fog outside."
As the first treatment began to ebb away, leaving the blaziken with no pain but a dazed mind, he tried to speak to the psychic. "But...does that mean...you wont let...me go?"
Mewtwo chuckled softly. It had been a long time since the powerful pokemon had actually laughed. "I'll let you go in time to beat you trainer back to the camp site. But like you said, you owe me." Blazeagos' face became creased with concern. It was then he felt a paw on his chest and felt an energy coursing though him, the power of Recover healing him and binding his wounds. A couple minuets later he felt right a rain. He turned to face Mewtwo again, a feint smile on his beak. "Well doc, thanks. I really needed that." He sighed and sat up slowly. He may have been healed but he still felt a little sore from the roughing up he had received from the hardheaded antagonists outside. "I do owe you my life. Even if it's a bit of a loss of face for me." Mewtwo smiled kindly and patted the side of Blazeagos face. "If you are offering me a life debt, I will accept. But I will not hold you here against your will."
Blazeago murred softly as he felt the touch of the mewtwos paw, the first contact of its kind he had really ever received. His trainer wasn't a bad one but he wasn't the touchy-feely kind of trainer. A hearty pat on the back and a "Well done" was the usual thanks he received. But this touch from Mewtwo was different. It was kind, almost loving and felt really nice. It was then he noticed the smell again. Stronger this time, coming from the psychic pokemon. Blazeago gently took Mewtwos paw in his and smiled at him. "I have smelled that scent like yours once from a male Zangoose. He told me he was in season."
Mewtwo blushed softly under his fur and nodded. "I haven't ever been able to find one I felt any connection with or any female that would be compatible with me. I have faced up to the fact that I am most likely never to have offspring but I still have the needs of any male in need."
Blazeago felt pity and a bit of want for the cute psychic. He returned the gentle touch he had received earlier, rubbing the side of Mewtwos face. He was rewarded with a soft purr. The fire pokemon's eyes softened as he spoke. "Well, if you wish, I'll help you. I do owe you that." His paw gently traces down the standing mewtwos face and neck, tickling at his chest and abs. Mewtwo, having gone for so long without the touch of another, tilts his head back and moans gently as he feels the straying paw of the blaziken touch and excite him. Mewtwo's genital slit opens up as his member slowly extends from it. Blazeago catches sight of the bright pink shaft and lowers his paw to touch and gently caress it. His own member slide out from hiding under his feathers from the excitement of touching another as well. Both pokemon look into each other's eyes and know what they want. Blazeago lowers his beak to the felineoids shaft and licks it. The taste was something else altogether, salty, kind of bitter, but nice all the same. The fire type sank his beak around Mewtwos cock and suckled gently at it, brining a little heat into his beat to excite his lover. Mewtwo was in heaven; the feel of a hot moist beak around his shaft was almost too much for him. His paws go to the handsome avian pokemons head and rub his soft feathers encouragingly. Blazeago smiles at the rubbing and continues to suckle on the delicious length of mewtwo meat in his beak.
Mewtwo stopped the delicious treatment, reluctantly pushing Blazeago from his member. "Stop. Stop, please. I need something else..." Blazeago understood immediately and lay back on the slab, legs spread and a look of lust in his eyes. "I'm ready for you." Mewtwo climbed up onto the slab and crawled between the fire types legs, his member poking at Blazeagos tail hole. Mewtwo gently rubs the blazikens face and kisses him. "Are you sure?" "Of course. I owe you and I want you."
Mewtwo slowly began to sink his member inch by inch into the handsome pokemon beneath him, eliciting moans and groans from his partner. "Mmmm....dear Blaziken, you are so tight!" Blazeago groans and writhes under the sexy psychic type as he feels him hilt inside him. Slowly Mewtwo gets into a steady deep rhythm of pumping in and out, his paw gripping Blazeagos cock and stroking him in time to his thrusts. The helpless fire pokemon lay there, feeling so happy as he was taken by the magnificent psychic pokemon above him. Both of them fell into a delicious rhythm, feeling the marvelous act deep inside each other. Blazeago groaned loudly as he felt his newfound lover speed up, both in thrusts and in stroking of his cock. Mewtwo could not believe how great it felt to finally have the presence and the pleasure of another. Soon the psychic pokemon began to feel that feeling growing in his crotch, his balls beginning to tighten. His thrusts became more deep and needy. Blazeago responded in kind by bushing back fully on Mewtwo, taking every inch into himself and milking his cock.
Finally, Mewtwo could take the tightness and sweet embrace of his fiery new lover no longer. He bucked in hard and began filling the blazikens tight innards with his pent up seed, every spurts striking Blazeagos prostate. This was what set the fire type over the edge as he blew his own load, his white, hot seed spattering over both of them. The intense rush of pleasure coursing through Blazeagos body was all too much for him. His senses began failing him, as the last thing he felt before slipping into unconsciousness was the sweet kiss of Mewtwo on his beak...
Blazeago awoke with a start to find himself sitting at the campsite where his trainer was just waking up. The young man stood and looked at his trusted pokemon companion.
"Morning Blaze. Have you been up all night?"
"Blaze blaziken (no, I'm fine)," the tall flame type replied.
Jordan shrugs and retrieves Blazeagos pokeball from the shoulder strap of his backpack. "Well thanks for watching through the night, my friend. You know what? I think we'll just skirt around the valley ahead of us. A walk in the mist might be fun."
Blazeago nodded but could not help but remember yesterday when Jordan had said they would go through the valley. When his trainer made up his mind about something, it was going happen. What had changed his attitude so suddenly? His train of thought was interrupted by his trainer's voice. "Well lets get going. Blazeago, return." The familiar red light touched the pokemon and he was transferred back into the ball. Jordan re-secured the pokeball and began moving out.
Blazeago rested in the pokeball, still confused, until a kind and familiar voice spoke to him in his mind. "Take it easy, my pet. I'll se you around. Next time your trainer camps, Ill be waiting for you." Blazeago closed his eyes and fell into a sweet blissful slumber as he clung to the memory of a night he would never forget, and many more to come.
Well ladys and germs, thats it. And as allways questions, comments, and snide remarks can be emailed to me. Remember, your feedback results in better stories. PS: my appologies for the spelling and gramaitical errors. I just revised them and took care of it.
Blazeago is copyright me, Ryu Windclaw 2005 / Derje 2009
Mewtwo, Pokemon, and all other properties therein are coppyright Nintendo, Creatures Inc, and The Pokemon Company (199X-2009)