Bright lightning streaked through the night sky as thunder echoed over the treetops moments later. Skittering across the rain soaked forest undergrowth was a lone Buizel. It seemed to rush along the ground, it's natural water typing helping to keep it moving rather than sliding around. It's face was scrunched up in fear as if it was running away from some unknown force. 

A bright flash illuminated the small water type, basking the soaked Pokemon in light for a brief moment. It brought both paws up to cover it’s ears from the ensuing sound while visibly shaking as the noise passed. Having brought both paws up it slid along the soaking ground right into a bush. 

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A flickering warm glow could be seen from a nearby cave. Inside sat a large Typhlosion resting down on his belly while watching the passing storm. His face was scrunched up in disgust and annoyance thanks to the weather. Instead of going out and catching something fresh he was forced to stay put, trapped in here for the day and left bored.

The creature huffed out, blowing hot air into the cave and further warming it up against the elements. “Couldn’t this damn storm wait a day.” He protested, knowing full well that as much as he complained about the rain now, he’d be doing the same tomorrow if it had waited. 

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The Buizel had made its way through the soaked forest and was nearing the glow. He had spotted it and knew immediately that it’d be safe from the storm, even if there was already someone inside. He couldn’t pass up the opportunity that the glow offered, warmth and shelter from the storm. 

As he approached he heard a voice inside mumbling about the rain. The Buizel let out a sigh of relief, it felt good to have someone else agree with him when it came to the current weather. Quickly he stepped inside the cave and made himself known to the large fire type.

“Uhm.. Hello.” 

The Typhlosion turned to the intruder and bared his fangs at the new annoyance. How bothersome he thought, first the rain and now a water type was trying to impose on his home. “Go away before I rip you a new one.” 

The Buizel was quick to step back, caught off guard by the hostility. “I’m sorry sir.. I didn’t mean to upset you. I just wanted to get out of the…” Lightning flashed through the sky, following by the loud and echoing boom of thunder. It had come so quickly that he hadn’t the time to cover his ears and instead he yelped out and dropped down to his knees, covering his head as he did.

The fire type, for as much as he hated the rain, found himself amused. First he had been called sir, and now the little thing was so terrified of the thunder that it was almost cute. For as much as he hated water types for being able to withstand the rain, he sympathized with the Buizel, at least on a small level. 

“Fine. Come in already before I toss you out.” He lips curled up into a grin as he watched the poor water type enter his cave. “Afraid of a little thunder are we?”

The visibly shaking water type turned his gaze downwards for he knew how obvious his phobia was, but he was far too ashamed to admit it outright. “Would it be alright if I maybe sit close to warm up? Just it a little bit if it’s not to much of a bother.”

“You...uhg. Yeah. Sure. Whatever. Just don’t get me wet or I’ll punt your ass back out of this cave.” The Typhlosion sat up, allowing his guest to sit close without having to worry about his active flame vents causing any harm. “You know, it’s okay he to be afraid.” He wasn’t sure why he felt the need to comfort the little guy, but here he was trying. “I’m Hofton. You?”

“Oh.” He hesitated for a moment before responding, “Skidder.”

The two managed to relax and have a casual conversation. They went on discussing where they had come from, what they liked, disliked, and generally getting to know each other as friends might.

It was the thunder that cut their chat short. Skidder jumped up, and much to Hofton’s surprise, into his arms. Almost instinctively Hofton wrapped his arms around the terrified Buizel, pulling the shaking mon into his protective grasp.At first he didn’t understand what he was doing, let along why. He simply felt the desire to protect the small creature. “It’s okay. The thunder isn’t gonna get anywhere near you. Not when the big Typhlosion has you. I won’t let any harm come to you Skidder. I’ll keep you safe. Just listen to my voice and only my voice. Ignore everything else.”

The voice was soft and soothing, quite different from how gruff and angry it had been when Skidder first entered the cave. He felt himself relaxing into those arms, melting against the fire types offered warmth and protection. “Promise?”

“I promise Skidder. I’ll hold you tight and keep you safe. “ It felt right to say those word, he wanted and almost needed to protect the small creature with all of his might. “I’ll never let you go.”

A soft whine escaped Skidder’s lips. Never in his life had he felt so happy, yet so embarrassed. To think some bigger, stronger male was going to protect him from the storm and a fire type at that, it left him with a tingling sensation throughout his body. He wanted to be protected by Hofton. “Please, don’t leave me then, never.” He pressed his face into the Typhlosion’s warm body, using that soft fur to hide away from the noises outside the cave. Skidder felt safe in these arms, tucked away from the world, but it wasn’t just safe that he felt. As much as he didn’t know what else was there, his body did and it was quick to show off those desires. 

Hofton was the first of the two to notice the growing lump pressing against his lower belly. Upon feeling the warmth prodding his belly he brought his paws down along Skidder’s back towards the Buizel’s rear end. “It’s not just protection you’re after is it? Don’t worry. I’ll take care of these needs too.”

As soon as the Buizel heard those words he realized how stiff he had gotten. “I didn’t mean to. I’m sorry~.” He continued mumbling for a bit, constantly apologizing, words trailed off into nothing as his ass was groped. “I..well..if..” His cheeks were ablaze while he struggled to find the right words. “Only if you want to.”

“Of course I do. I’ll be gentle. I did say I’d protect you after all.” Hofton laid his friend down on the warm cave floor, letting the Buizel get a good look at the Typhlosions stirring package. “Just relax, breath in and out, don’t tense up.” He watched as the tiny thing before him slumped down and headed his advice. “Just like that. It’ll hurt a lot less at first this way.”

“Hurt!” Skidder blurted out. His eyes went wide with realization. Hofton wasn’t planning on pawing him, but rather he was going to take the Buizel’s virgin ass. “But…. I’ve never… Never done anything like this before.” The fire type was busy preparing himself, using his own saliva to lube up his growing length. “I don’t thi.” Before he could get the words out a pair of lips pressed to his own, cutting him out and causing a soft gasp to squeak out. It took a moment before he relaxed once more, letting the fire type quiet him.

“It’ll be alright Skidder. I’d never harm you. Just relax and breath for me.” Hofton lifted the water types legs up and lined his saliva slickened cock up to the virgin tailhole. “It’s going to hurt at first. Don’t clench down and it’ll be alright. I’ll go slow.” He waited a moment for the small mon to ready himself before moving his hips forward. His cock tip pressed against the star and managed to pop in, stretching it out. 

Skidder gasped out from the strange and painful sensation of having his hole stretched open this way. “Hofton! Don’t move! Please.” He managed to lower his voice even if it was strange. The Buizel followed the advice he was given, breathing in and out, focusing on relaxing. “How long.. How long does this hurt, Hofton?”

“Not long at all. Just keep breathing and it’ll fade away. I promise.”

“Okay.” Skidder let his eyelids drape down as he continued to steady his breath, getting in a slow rhythm of ins and outs. Once the pain began fading he gave Hofton a soft nod.

Hofton waited patiently for a sign that his friend was alright. Once he he had the go ahead he slid another inch into the Buizel’s naturally wet insides. He waited again, repeating this slow and agonizing moment till all seven inches were buried deep inside Skidder. “Look. You got it all in now. I’ll start moving my hips. It’ll start feeling really good in just a moment. All I gotta do is find the right spot to hit.”

“I’m ready Hofton. Make it feel good please.” Skidder remained still, letting the larger mon do all the work. He could feel each inch sliding back out of his stretched our ring, sending small shivers down his spine. It was quite the strange feeling, somewhere between pain and pleasure. It quickly became one sided when the cock slid back in place, pressing up against something that sent a jolt through the water type.

With a grin on his face Hofton pulled back out and angled his cock to press back against that spot, getting another jolt and even a moan from the small mon. “There it is. Told ya it’d feel great. Sit back and let the big boy take care of you.” Once more he pulled out, this time his hips moved faster as he pushed back in, letting his plump orbs slap up along the Buizel’s ass. “Time for a proper breeding.”

Skidden was left gasping out for air with each thrust. Sure he still felt pain around his ring, but each slap against his prostate brough upon a pleasure so great it dwarfed the other sensations, “Yes! More!” He moaned out, begging for more of that feeling swelling throughout him. 

“Gladly.” Hofton picked up his thrusts, happy to oblige Skidder’s request for more. As much as the water type needed it, Hofton needed it even more. He’d gone far to long without an ass or cunt wrapped around his cock. A change like this was perfect and he’d take everything that was offered.

The cave was quickly filling with the sounds of their blissful mating. The Typh was loving all of it, the Bui’s moaning, the slick sound each time he pulled out, and the beautiful sound of his balls slapping up against Skidder’s ass. Skidder could barely hear past his own moaning. His body was on fire from all the wonderful sensations spreading out from his rear end. 

It didn’t take much longer till Skidder arched his back and let out a long and loud moan. His cock throbbed and began shooting copious amounts of seed over his belly, a trait common amongst his typing.

“Damn. You make quite the mess for someone so small.” Hofton’s own thrusting has become erratic as he neared his own climax. “Well. Hahhh. Get ready for my mess then.” Moments later the Typhlosions slammed in one last time, mashing their hips together. His cock throbbed around inside the Buizel’s ass before shooting a warm and gooey load. The warmth quickly spread throughout Skidder, leaving him moaning even as he relaxed in his afterglow. “Ahhhhhh yessss. That’s it Skidder. Take it all. Every drop.” After he spent himself Hofton fell back and sprawled out. 

Skidder remained on his back, panting as he tried to catch his breath. “Wow...that...felt amazing.” When he could finally breathe properly he made his way over to the fire type and pulled himself up onto his belly. “Would it be okay, if I stayed here. Even after the storm passed?” he mumbled out.

“I’ve got to protect you after all.”