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A/N: Typhlosion drabble requested by someone on /vp/, the OC is his. Not much to say on this one.

Title of this drabble is: Fiery Shore

"Oh come on, it will be fun," a young man by the name of Steve said, unloading a beach-ball and a large towel from the trunk of the car.

"[For you maybe, but if you don't remember I'm a fire type,]" Tylee, his Typhlosion, said, "[Fire and water don't mix.]"

"I never said you had to get into the water," Steve said back, able to understand her despite the obvious language difference, "We do tons of things on the sands of the beach that doesn't involve water."

"[Whatever, as long as I don't get my fur wet,]" Tylee said, rolling her eyes.

"I even had went out of my way to find this bottle of waterproofing oil, made especially for fire types," Steve said, holding up a bottle that looked like a bottle of suntan lotion.

"[No means no,]" Tylee said.

Steve shook his head as he grabbed the stuff up and sprinted down to the shoreline. Tylee sighed as she watched the young man set up their spot as she walked at her own pace to catch up. He had actually looked forwards to this trip for a while, with it being one of the best times of the years for this sort of thing. He had even managed to find a secluded stretch off the beaten path that no one seemed to know about, or at least he didn't find any of the tale tell trash that visitors and tourists seem to leave.

Tylee made it to the spot just as Steve finished up with setting things up. It looked just like a regular picnic, just without the food. He stood back and stretched after marveling his work, to which she was more than welcome to interrupt by curling up on the beach towel. He merely sighed and tapped his foot at this. She merely rolled her eyes as she laid her head down on her paws...

"Well?" Steve said.

"[Well what?]" Tylee said back.

"Don't we have playing to do?" Steve said.

"[If you insist...]" Tylee said sighing.

With that, she got up and followed him out of the shade of the large umbrella. From there, they played a variety of different games ranging from simply tossing a Frisbee around to building sand castles. However, soon Tylee began to become either bored or tired of the endeavors and so consigned to rest on the beach towel. Steve, however, wouldn't be exhausted by such a trivial amount of activities and proceeded to do the one thing he wanted to do since he got here...swim.

He wasted no time at all diving into the shallow waves only to surface somewhere else. She watched him as he did this, taking in his various features. He was tall, nearly six foot, and he was on the thinner side. He wasn't a twig, but he wasn't beefy either...somewhere in between. However, from his boyish looks and his skinny body, one would have a hard time believing that he's actually almost nineteen and mistake him for a fifteen year old.

Tylee never made that mistake though, having been with Steve since he was a small boy. It wasn't exactly the smoothest of relationships, being full of rough and tumble play as well as teasing, but they got along. However, in recent years she began to see him in a different light. It might have been the way the sun glistened off his shiny brown hair or the way his deep green eyes shone with light whenever she looked into them, but to her all of it seemed magnificent.

As he was splashing around, she considered changing her mind about joining him in the water. Then again, she wasn't kidding about what she said about water and fire not mixing. If she were to get her fur wet, it'd stay wet for a long, LONG while and there was a chance she'd cool off enough to become dangerous to her health. Wait...didn't he say he bought some sort of oil? He did say that didn't he...waterproofing oil...it was worth a shot.

She looked around the little spot until she found the bottle. It was a simple blue bottle with a water droplet in the center and a blue design around it. There was a nozzle on the top for squirting the oil out and she placed her paw on it to open it. That was the easy part...now came the hard part, which was actually getting the oil out. This would be easy for Steve, but for her it was more difficult with her lack of opposable thumbs.

She had to do this carefully...not to apply too much pressure...and suddenly a nice dollop of the oil oozed from the bottle and onto her paws. It was definitely oil, being especially thick, and she rubbed her fur down with the stuff. As she worked it into her fur, she failed to see how just adding oil would keep the water from affecting her. A few more dollops later and she had a nice even coat. It wasn't until about this time that she started to see the results...the way the oil slicked up her fur would repel the water.

Eventually, Tylee managed to cover most of her body with the oils there was a few spots she couldn't reach. These were her lower belly and rump, as well as the hind legs. She could reach there, yes, but not with her front paws. However, she wasn't about to give up without a fight as she struggled to apply the oil to those parts. Meanwhile, Steve had stopped splashing long enough to look over at her in order to see what she was doing.

When he saw that she was struggling, her cute belly and feet wiggling as she did so, he couldn't help but smile. He couldn't quite explain it, but for some reason those were some of his favorite qualities about her. Her belly being not too pudgy but at the same time doughy and it jiggles when poked. Her feet too because of how they seemed more sensitive than the rest of her. It positively drove him mad...but in a good way.

What he didn't know, however, is that she had noticed him watching her. She'd known for a while that he had an unhealthy fascination for her lower torso, as by his always wanting to massage her in those parts. She didn't really think anything of it then, but in this situation she thought that maybe this fixation of his could come in handy for once...

"[Hey Steve! Come 'ere!]" Tylee yelled out without looking up.

"What?" Steve responded, not hearing her.

"[COME HERE!]" Tylee yelled again.

This time it got his attention as he quickly returned to shore and approached her.

"Yeah? What do you need?" Steve asked.

"[Could you oil me up?]" Tylee asked, holding out the bottle.

"Oh NOW you want to join me in the water huh?" Steve asked, folding his arms playfully, "What happened to, 'fire and water don't mix'?"

"[I changed my mind,]" Tylee said, "[Now could you please help me?]"

"I don't see why I should," Steve said, shaking his head, "You seemed to be doing a pretty good job on your own..."

"[Oh for the love of-]" Tylee was about to say, but remembered her trump card, "[But Steve, I can't reach my hind feet or lower belly...can you be a dear and oil me? Please~?]"

Steve grumbled and rubbed his face. Whenever Tylee made that face it was hard to resist, and not only that but it was a chance to play with her feet which he couldn't pass up. Reluctantly, he took the bottle from her and squeezed out a dollop of it, rubbing his hands to get a good even distribution. He then began rubbing it into her abdomen, working his way down. As he did so, feeling her body jiggle as he worked it, his heart began to race.

Dollop after dollop he applied as she laid there, purring like a kitten as his magic hands worked the oil in. He made sure to get everywhere he was willing to go until at last he arrived at her feet. Lightly, he began to rub the oil into the fur and she sighed as he massaged. However, with the oil he was apparently massaging too lightly and he heard something he didn't expect to hear, even with how sensitive the pads on her paws were...he heard her laugh, although it came out as a sort of squeak. Suddenly, a wicked grin appeared on his face...

"Oho, so it appears the big bad Typhlosion has a bit of a ticklish side..." Steve said in a playful tone as he continued to brush and poke at her paws.

"[Hehehe, hey cut-haha-cut it out! Hahahaha I mean it!" Tylee struggled to get out between the laughs, "[I'm warning-hehehehe-you!]"

Tylee then reached for the hands tickling her, but Steve managed to keep them out of her arm's length. He then became curious...where where else was she ticklish...

"You're not getting out of this THAT easily!" Steve teased, his hands suddenly darting all around her body, poking and prodding different parts.

"[HEHE, dammit! Stop it! HEHAHA, stop HAHA it! Ungh...]" Tylee said, finding hard to breath, "[D-don't HAHAHA mercy! Nnnng, hahaha.]"

As Steve kept up his assault, Tylee suddenly found something amiss. She could feel her body get hotter and hotter the more he tickled her. It confused her...usually her body temperature only went up when she got angry. She wasn't angry right now, a little frustrated maybe but not angry. In fact she was enjoying herself, not having laughed this much in ages despite it being forced.

"[P-please! HEHEHEH S-s-stop!]" Tylee pleaded with him as she kept laughing, practically in tears at this point, "[S-some- HAHAHA somethings wrong!]"

"I'll say it is, call me master and I'll stop,]" Steve said, playfully.

"[HNGHAHAHA OK OK HAHA,]" Tylee wheezed, "[PLEASE HEHEH STOP MA-MA-HAHAHA]"

"Mama? I'm not your mama," Steve said, still going at her, "All you have to do to make me stop is say one little word..."

"[UHNNNG HAHA PLEASE MAS...MAST...OH GOD!]" Tylee suddenly called out.

Steve jumped back in surprise as she shuddered and arched her back. Flames erupted from under her back, the heat absorbed by the, now smoldering, remains of the beach towel and the sand, which was singing into glass. He gasped as he saw it, the fluids leaking from her cool – well cool compared to the rest of her – crotch soaking into the sand as her puffy lower lips pulsed. After only a few seconds, her shuttering died down and she settled on her back, panting heavily. He just sat there stupefied as he had just, for all intents and purposes, tickled her to orgasm.

Once Tylee had recovered, she brought herself up to a sitting position and faced Steve. His face was still one of stupid surprise until two and two clicked. Then it formed into an awkward smile. She looked at him confused and put a paw on his shoulder...

"[Steve?]" Tylee said in confusion.

Steve then began to chuckle. He chuckled louder and louder until it became a full on laugh. Tylee just stared at him until he stopped and sat up from his previous position of rolling around on the sand.

"[What's so funny?]" Tylee asked.

"Hah...out of all the things that could possibly set you off, it had to be tickling?" Steve said, teasing, "Oh man that's hilarious...why hadn't I figured it out sooner?"

"[Oh you!]" Tylee grumbled lightly as she pushed him over.

Steve fell over back first into the sand as his laugh came back. Tylee just huffed and turned around with her arms crossed. After his second laughing fit died down, he brought himself up and wrapped his arms around her from behind, though how wise this was considering her species is questionable, resting his hands on her jiggly middle.

"Oh come on, don't be like that," Steve said, resting his head beside hers, "Quite honestly, I like it when you laugh."

"[You do? I thought my laugh was actually pretty annoying,]" Tylee said, resting her paws on his hands.

"I do! Its like music to me you know," Steve said, "Speaking of which..."

Steve's hands suddenly started to scratch at Tylee's belly lightly making her begin to laugh again. Only this time, she wouldn't be caught unprepared. Before he could react, she turned and began to tickle him in his sensitive spots. They both doubled over in laughter, neither one letting up on the other until they began to roll around. However, after a minute or two of this traded tickling she decided to do something crazy.

Without warning, she reached forwards, grabbed his head, and leaned into him, bringing him into a heated kiss. His eyes widened as this happened, unable to process what was happening. When she broke from him, he pushed her off of him and sat up panting. She didn't fight him and sat looking down at her paws. The next few moments were awkward, with an eerie silence over the two of them. Finally, he was the one to break it first...

"What...was THAT?" Steve said, looking at her.

"[I...I don't know what came over me,]" Tylee said, getting upset, "[One minute we were rolling around tickling each other and the next I suddenly felt an urge to...to...you know...yeah.]"

Steve thought hard about this. She felt the urge to suddenly kiss him? Or wait...did she mean something else...?

"What did you mean by that?" Steve asked, "When you said an urge...did you mean kiss or did you mean you wanted to..."

"[Well...I'm not sure the exact terms but...it would be what you humans call, 'jumping your bones'?]" Tylee said, trying to form the innuendo as best she could in her state.

"No no no...there's no way you'd possibly want to have sex with me," Steve said, waving his arms frantically, "You're a Pokemon and I'm...well I'm not only a human but your trainer! No way it could work..."

Tylee didn't say anything but merely turned around and slumped over. By the way she acted, it was as though Steve crushed something in her and he noticed it. He could practically felt the despair radiating from her. He couldn't bear to see her this sad...and did the only thing he could think to do. Slowly, he crept up behind her and began to tickle her. She tried to resist his hands, but it was very difficult despite her shrugging him off.

"[Stop it, I'm not in the mood,]" Tylee said.

"No," Steve said, continuing

Tylee shuttered in suppressed laughter, her resistances to his touch failing fast. However, he was also trying her patience as her anger rose.

"[I'm not kidding, stop it,]" Tylee growled.

"Not until you turn to face me," Steve said.

She had about enough of this, as her rage and her temperature increased. In a flurry of anger she turned around to yell at the person behind her.

"[I SAID STO-]" Tylee said, but was cut short by Steve suddenly jamming his lips against hers.

Any rage she might have had dissolved in this moment as he gripped her and kept up the kiss. He lapped at her lips with his tongue and she gladly parted them, allowing it entry. They were then engaged in a battle of tongues, one fighting for dominance over the other as they explored each other and swaps spit. After a minute, they parted leaving a breathless Typhlosion in its wake.

"You better now?" Steve said, his green eyes staring softly into her red eyes.

"[But...but...didn't you say...]" Tylee murmured when she was able to.

"I know what I said..." Steve said, "but I also can't really stand seeing you sad."

His grip on her became slightly tighter as she suddenly went forwards and brought him into a hug.

"That's why...if it will make you happy," Steve said, "I'll do anything you ask."

"[Really? Anything?]" Tylee said.

"Yes anything..." Steve said.

"[...Then screw me,]" Tylee said, pulling away a bit, "[Screw me hard. I want you...]"

"As you wish..." Steve said.

Without warning, he pinned her hard onto the sand and locked lips with her again. She didn't resist him and instead let him have his way with her. However, he had other plans than to get straight to the fucking. He broke from the kiss, leaving a disappointed Typhlosion to pout. Her disappointment didn't last long however as he trailed down her body, with his hands of course due to the oil on her body, until he reached her crotch.

Steve figured that now was the perfect time to engage his plan. He leaned forwards and gave Tylee's puffy slit a kiss, having intentionally avoided this area before when applying the oil in case of mishaps, and she felt it. He didn't stop either, planting kisses all along the length of it up and down which made her shutter and moan. He was surprised how sensitive it was and suddenly got curious. If she was able to orgasm from being tickled, and just touching her genitals made her shiver with pleasure...then how powerfully would she cum if he did both?

As he lapped at her nethers, his hands wandered and began to tickle her in different spots. It was like a two hit knockout. Between the sudden tickling making her laugh and the constant stream of pleasure from his cunnilingus, especially since he decided to go in with tongues, she didn't have a chance. Before long, she was panting heavily from laughing but because her release was rapidly approaching. All it would take is one little nudge to send her careening over the edge...and that push came in the form of his tongue finding her g-spot.

Suddenly it was like a repeat of what happened earlier, flames and all, as Tylee squealed loudly, arching her back and grinding her pussy into Steve's face. Her spicy fluids squirted into his mouth and onto his face, which he was quick to swallow despite it having the temperature of hot water. Once she had calmed down, it was her turn to give him what for. With a heave, she rolled him onto his back and made her way down to his crotch, where a lovely tent greeted her.

Carefully, she peeled down the swim trunks keeping her from her prize...a thick six and a half inch member standing at attention, all for her. It was throbbing and already leaking precum in anticipation and she drooled at the sight of it. She bent low and gave the length of it a lick, making sure to get some of the precum that had dribbled down as well as new drops that flowed from the tip. He gave a great shiver at this, her tongue feeling amazing as it slowly went from base to tip over and over again.

Soon, however, Tylee became bored of just licking and desired more. She took a deep breath before bringing her mouth up and over the tip of Steve's member, like how she saw in one of his many magazines. With a swift motion, she took as much of it as she could into her mouth as possible. It reached past the back of her throat, and down the esophagus. She didn't mind, though, since she never really had much of a gag reflex.

He shuttered and clenched at the sand underneath him as she proceeded to pull her head back and then forwards again, deepthroating him over and over. The way her mouth felt around him made him have to use everything he had to hold back. It was hot, but not overly so, and wet. Also with the way her tongue stroked him on the way in and out as well as the way her throat twitched around the head of his length was simply divine.

Tylee couldn't have him blowing his load too early now, no no. As she sensed Steve was near release, she removed her mouth from his shaft and stroked it lightly. Soon the feeling in his loins subsided and his breathing returned to normal. Perfect for her next step. She brought herself around and stepped over him, keeping hold on his stiff rod the entire time. He gazed upon her face...the look of lust was plain as day and he figured what was gonna happen next. One way or another, she was gonna have him inside her.

Thankfully it wasn't anything too forceful as she gently lined herself up with the tip of his spear before bringing herself down onto it. She was already well lubed for the job from her previous orgasm and she slid down onto it effortlessly. He groaned as her tight walls gripped his member, though he was surprised at the lack of resistance at all. Had she been practicing for this moment? Had she taken another mate before now? Hell if he knew, but it didn't really matter at the moment.

What did matter was the way Tylee bounced on Steve's lap, lifting herself up until he was almost out of her before slamming down onto him again causing a loud slap between her oiled up fur and his skin to ring out across the empty beach. Every time she did this, he grunted not just because of the impacts but because of how her cunt was hot! Not boiling hot or scalding hot though, but hot enough to feel like a heated massage as her tunnel gripped and rubbed at him with every motion.

Needless to say, he was in utter heaven. She actually wasn't fairing too badly herself. He was bigger than she had imagined in her fantasies with a curling iron, but it turned out to work in her favor as it stretched and rubbed her in all the right places. She couldn't keep a moan or two of her own from escaping as she leaned her head back as wave after wave of pleasure surged through her.

Tylee snapped back to her senses though as she remembered her plan. She smirked evilly...while pleasure and passion might be dishes best served hot, revenge was a dish best served cold. With Steve distracted by her constant bouncing, she could do what she wanted to do. Skillfully, she began to brush her paws along the sides of the man under her. He cried out in sudden laughter, writhing and bucking into her as she kept up her barrage of tiny pokes and light rubs all over his sensitive torso and sides.

"HAHARGH You devious- HAHAHA" Steve cried out in both pain and pleasure from the laughing and the intercourse.

"[Well that's what you get for making me cum like this...I'm gonna make YOU cum like this!]" Tylee said, smirking as she found new spots to tickle.

"HEHEHE Alright then...ehehe...take this!" Steve said.

Suddenly she yelped out as he grabbed onto her waist and began tickling her in return. Soon they were both laughing uncontrollably as they tickled each other, all the while keeping up the motions from before. Inadvertently, the writhing from laughing had the effect of intensifying the sex as he pounded into her faster and harder as he bucked from his torture as she gyrated into his crotch with her torture.

Between the tickling and the fucking, they were done. Steve suddenly felt the tightening in his crotch over the light tingle of her paws everywhere else. Likewise, she could feel herself getting hotter and her own tightening in her abdomen. It was time...before Tylee could react, he grabbed her waist and thrust in her as fast as he could before he shot ropes of his seed into her with a growl. Even though he stopped tickling, feeling the warm, or in her case cool, liquid fill her pushed her over the edge.

With a mighty roar, the flames on her back flared up like a volcano as her canal convulsed around him and squeezed it for all it was worth, forcing him to shoot even more cum into her. Their orgasms only lasted for a few seconds yet to them it felt as though an eternity had gone by. Once it was over, she collapsed on top of him panting heavily from her experience. He was left out of breath from that too as he laid there on the warm sand.

Even in their tired state, Tylee managed to bring herself up to kiss Steve once more. He returned the kiss with as much vigor as he could at the time, and when they broke they felt right.

"So...we're both tired...how bout we go home and call it a day?" Steven asked.

"[Nah, I feel like hanging around some more,]" Tylee said, getting up off him and trotting over to the remains of their spot.

"You still have energy left? After all that?" Steve asked, propping himself up on his elbows.

"[Of course...speaking of which,]" Tylee said, just before darting off in the direction of the ocean and diving head first into an oncoming wave before surfacing a short distance away.

Steve watched in amazement as she swam around in the thing she hated most.

"Wait a minute...I thought you hated water..." Steve said.

"[I do. This oil really works!]" Tylee said, diving and surfacing once more, "[Why don't you come join me?]"

"Nah, I'm content here," Steve said, laying down flat on the sand.

"[Suit yourself!]" Tylee said, resuming her play.

Steve just laid back and enjoyed the sun. He had learned a good bit about Tylee today...things he never thought could be. He wondered about all the other things about her he might not know about. Meh, he could figure all that out later. After all, he had the rest of the week of vacation before he had to go back to work...

End...?