A Birthday Present

Charem © Charem

Frigus © Russet

Everyone loves their birthday, and no matter how old you are there is still something magical about waking up to discover that it is your birthday. The one day when you are special, when you are important, when all those who care for you and love you go out of their way to give you something special.  So it is no surprise to find Charem awake bright and early for his 21st birthday, the charmeleon's bright tail lighting the way as he peeked around the door into the living room, the master was still sleeping, but it was after midnight and he could not wait any longer, he just had to have a sneaky peek at what was lying in store for him.
The coffee table was laden high with brightly wrapped boxes and cards, with a soft huff of smoke from his nostrils Charem padded over and emitted a happy squee, pouring over the boxes, admiring them all, taking a peek at the gift cards, reading who they where from and trying to imagine what that person might have brought him but resisting the urge to pick up and rattle.  Several boxes from Guan made his breath catch and he had to pull his paw back from picking them up, trying to imagine what surprises the master might have selected for him.
Turning away from the pile Charem stopped, sat between him and the door back to the hall was a large box, with metallic purple paper. It hadn't been there when he came in, a faint glow suggested fading magic and a extra large gift tag was folding down from the top. Lifting his tail to shed more light on the spidery handwriting the charmeleon smoothed a paw over his silky pyjama's, the sleek silk onsie crinkling as he read the note, a small smile spreading over his muzzle.

"Thought you might need filling up, 
Bet it will be a long, long day,
May I suggest following the diagram below?

Happy 21st, 
Love,
Russet"

Charem chuckled and tugged on the tag, it slipped free, causing the paper to fold down with a wrinkling crumple, the sound that only wrapping paper can make as it comes off a present. It revealed an upright metal cage, the front grill slid open to deposit a trussed up figure on the floor before him. A fire-bright tail added to the illumination, a brilliant Mohawk of flaming reds and orange fur glittered brilliantly in the twin tail-lights as Charem crouched down and ran a paw across his "gifts" tied muzzle and smirked wider.
It was a strange hybrid of wolf and fiery feline. Black wolf's fur covered muzzle and torso, heavily muscled and bound in what looked like leather strips, keeping his arms pinned firmly to his side. His legs where similarly bound, though covered in a bright, orange/red fur that almost seemed to be on fire itself. His head fur was one brilliant streak of flaming Mohawk, it was fire, caught as living hair and transformed into a truly remarkable hair style. The flame on the wolfs tail was also quite real, similar to Charem's own, burning harmlessly as the pokemon played with it, stroking the flaming tail and grinning down at the wolf. 
"This... is going to be fun." 

The wolf just grunted and then went a bit wide eyed as Charem slipped out of his pajama’s, sliding the whole article of clothing off, revealing toned orange hide, reflecting the light from their flames, he rolled the wolf onto his stomach and sat down in front of his presents head. 
"I don't know what you did.... to mmmm end up in the box, but I promise to put you to good use."
The wolf emitted another soft growl and squirmed, lifting his head, looking over the charmeleon's balls and sheath, across his stomach and up to the grinning muzzle, he wriggled a bit more against his bonds, watching as Charem slowly started to tease his sheath, going a bit wide eyed and redoubling his futile efforts to escape.

"Oh fuck no.... I might be stuck.... as part of that.... arrrrr I am not a toy! Untie me!"

Charem just grinned and gripped the wolf's ears, causing him to squirm, stroking a paw over that glowing red fur, "Oh but Russet didn't send you for a toy though you are a top up!"  The charmeleon grinned wider and even as the wolf/cat hybrid tried to ask what he was cut off. Muzzle shoved down atop Charem's enlarged cock, his cum-slit spread wide and engulfed his muzzle up to the eyes, starting to push him in deeper until with a wet schlorp, pre cum oozing up on all sides Charem's cock bulged madly with the shape of his present's head filling it.
The wolf was still wriggling, but Charem just put his paws on his back and humped forward, cock tip flaring open again, swallowing up his shoulders, pre oozing out, soaking his paws, paws he quickly brought up to his lips and started to suck clean. Moaning eagerly at the sensation, the feeling of being so full, watching his cock bulge again as it started pulling more and more of the helpless wolf's form into his maw, the outline of his head starting to push past the base of his dick toward his sac.
Panting Charem, let his eyes drift over the form poking out of the end of his dick, squirming and panting, leaning back, soft orange skin slick with sweat as he worked his prey in deeper, squealing in delight, heedless of the noise he was making as he felt that wolf head push past his dick and into his sack, cock oozing pre in thick white streams. Slurping away eagerly, with each gripping, tugging swallow, pulling the wolf in deeper toward his fate

The wolf was squirming harder, muffled, mumbled yells of panic rising up from below as he felt his head squeezed down the slick tube and into Charem’s sack. His head pushed face first into the deep reservoir of cum and with a groan he felt his shoulders starting to slide free of the constricting tube as well. 
Charem meanwhile was massaging his cock, groaning as it flexed, the swollen member slick with his pre cum, a continuously drool oozing from his head as he continued to swallow down his present. The wolf was up to its naval now, the leather cuffs binding his legs together would help them slide on in easily.
Squirming on his back, flaming tail growing brighter and brighter Charem emitted a soft and happy coo of delight, his cock tip opening wide, pulling down the wolf’s legs. Reaching up the charmeleon started to push down on the soles of those twitching feet, and then as those legs slid in deeper, the tail thin and ropey with a flame on the end started to slide along too.
The charmeleon’s breathing increased, watching with rising expectation that flame tip moving toward his dick, he had an idea what might happen when it hit and it was going to feel good.  Struggling, pushing down the birthday boy moaned, his sac was swollen to almost half the size of his body now, the outline of the wolf/cat hybrid pushing out the walls, the outline of his muzzle and limbs stretching the taught orange skin.
Then with a final shove on those feet Charem lay back moaning, he could feel that harmless flame inside his dick now, tickling the walls, oozing over it, sliding deeper, with a wet schlorp the wolf’s feet where pulled in out of sight and Charem was left squirming and panting gleefully at the feeling.
It was over sadly too fast, the large wolf foot-paws and that tickling, teasing, delightful tail slipped down into his sac, the entire present now curled up inside his huge stretched and swollen sac. Patting it the charmeleon closed his eyes, emitting faint happy noises at the sensation of the wolf squirming around inside him.
His ball sac began to squeeze back, pushing in against the wolf, squeezing him, pressing into him, defining his outline more firmly, more deliciously; he could already feel the taught orange skin of his sac beginning to contract slightly.
Charem just lay on his back, moaning at the lovely sensations, feeling his prey filling him, his balls where larger then his body; he wouldn’t be moving anywhere for quite some time.  He could feel the wolf slowly growing still, struggling less just relaxing in the warm heat of his sac. With a happy flick of his tail the charmeleon settled down to wait, the master would be up sooner or later and he’d have to decant the wolf back out, but for now he was just going to enjoy the feeling of being so stuffed. 
Sat naked on the floor of the living room he looked over the pile of presents and grinned. He had to hope now the master had gotten him something that would be fun to play with.  With a wide happy grin he slowly pulled his pajamas back on, patting his balls and grinned, it was going to be a fun birthday.