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Hello everyone
I wrote this story for a Pokémon lemon contest. It didn't win; didn't
place, either. Thought I'd see what you people thought of it.
love Fox XXX
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PLEASE NOTE: the following story features a Pokémon doing rude things to
various females of the human species, one of whom is a little on the
young side. If you think you might be offended by this, read no further.
If it is illegal for you to view this type of material, read no further.
If you are under age 16, read no further.
No, really. I mean it.
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Now that's out of the way, on with the show:
Dragonite and the Women
Lexi had an elder sister Rufi who had never gone in much for
Pokémon. It was therefore a surprise to everyone when she started
sporting a number of red-and-white Pokéballs clipped to her belt.
Rufi was extremely sensitive and evasive about her Pokéballs. Then
again, she was sensitive and evasive about pretty much everything these
days. She was at a 'transitional' age; just turned sixteen, no longer a
child but not quite an adult either. The years had failed to teach her
any maturity; she was as volatile and paranoid now as she had ever been.
The two sisters had always had a good relationship but this too
had changed with the advent of the Pokéballs. No longer did they share a
united front against a world which they both believed was out to get
them. Lexi found herself increasingly excluded from her sister's
confidences, looked down on, worse of all /treated like a kid/.
One day Lexi entered Rufi's bedroom without knocking - as she'd
been doing her entire life. She found her sister fondling a Pokéball with
a strange smile on her face. Rufi tossed the ball away and turned with
the quickness of a snake. 'That does it,' she hissed. 'I've had it with
you bursting in on me. You're banned from my bedroom - from now on.'
'Excuse me?' Lexi was astonished. After all the sisters had been
popping in and out of each other's bedroom since they could walk.
The colour rose in Rufi's cheeks. She stood with hands on hips and
pelvis thrust forwards, showing about three inches of pale belly beneath
her knotted shirt, and a navel their mother still wouldn't let her have
pierced.
'/Fuck/,' she muttered disgustedly and looked away. 'Look, I just
don't want your disgusting presence creeping around my bedroom anymore,
ok? Is that clear? Do you have a problem understanding? Or maybe you're
deaf.'
'Fine,' snapped Lexi, more hurt than she cared to admit. 'Like I
want to come in your stupid bedroom anyway. I reckon I'm taking my life
in my hands every time I come in here. Like as not I'll catch some
horrible disease...'
Rufi's nostrils flared in fury. A full-scale screaming match may
well have ensued, but just then the sisters were distracted by their
mother calling them down to dinner.
* * * * *
Both sisters took more after their mother than their lanky father.
They both had dark eyes and long black hair that fell in waves.
Mrs Mallory was a quite remarkable woman. She ran the household,
participated in the local PTA and Pokémon Friendship Organisation,
ordered the lives of her unruly daughters and useless husband, and still
managed to look pretty fit.
Mrs Mallory's cooking was rich and delicious; her demeanour at the
dinner table was anything but. If she called you, it meant you had better
be there in less than five minutes. If anyone offered even a token
criticism of the food on offer she could make that person's live very
unpleasant.
Lexi and Rufi took their places, eyeing each other across the
dinner table. Mr Mallory was already happily piling meatballs onto his
plate. He ate a very great deal but still managed to stay slim. 'Um, um,'
he said, sucking down a meatball whole. 'I declare, my dear, these are
your best yet.'
'Well,' sniffed Mrs Mallory. 'At least someone here appreciates
the effort I go to.'
'Uh, delicious,' muttered Lexi, stirring her plate around. She was
still smarting from her rebuff in the bedroom.
A pregnant silence ensued while both sisters conducted silent
hostilities across the table.
'And how was school today,' enquired Mrs Mallory.
'Boring,' said Rufi shortly.
'Boredom is for boring people,' said Mrs Mallory briskly.
Rufi shrugged. 'Whatever.'
'I'd like to know what Rufi's got in her Pokéballs,' said Lexi
abruptly.
Mrs Mallory smiled thinly. 'I'm sure we'd all like to know that,
Lexi.'
'How about it, Rufe?' Rufi's eyes flashed. Lexi felt a sharp blow
against her shins. She let out an aggrieved yell.
Mrs Mallory threw down the ladle with a clang. 'All right. Just
what is going on?'
'Rufi kicked me under the table,' cried Lexi.
Her sister gave an incredulous gasp. 'I did not!'
'I've told you both before,' said Mrs Mallory sternly. 'I will not
tolerate bad behaviour at the dinner table...'
'/Bad behaviour/,' hissed Rufi, eyes blazing like a cat's. 'I get
blamed for nothing at all while that little bitch over there gets away
with everything!'
'That's enough,' said Mrs Mallory sharply. 'Rufi, apologise to
your sister right now. And you, Lexi, can apologise as well for whatever
you've been doing. I'm sure it must have been something.'
'Yeah, right,' muttered Rufi disgustedly. Without another word she
rose from her seat. Ignoring her mother's aggrieved cry she stomped out
of her room and slammed the door behind her with unnecessary force.
There were some moments of silence, then Mr Mallory chuckled.
'What games you two girls get up to,' he said with a twinkle in his eye.
Mrs Mallory gave him a furious glare.
* * * * *
Lexi crept upstairs after dinner. She paused at Rufi's door,
tempted to knock and make things up - not because she was sorry (she
wasn't, not in the slightest), but because she was so /damned curious/
about what her sister was up to.
She paused, listening. Rufi's room was silent - ominously so.
There was not a hint of a noise, not even any music. Lexi was so
disturbed by the silence that she lost her nerve and went and hid in her
own bedroom for the rest of the evening.
* * * * *
All the next week Lexi wondered about her sister's secret. She was
absolutely sure it was something to do with the Pokéballs. Finding out,
however, was going to be far from easy. Rufi had taken to locking her
room; otherwise she carried her Pokéballs around with her wherever she
went.
What compounded Lexi's curiosity was the fact that Rufi was acting
so damned /smug and superior/ all the time - as if she had the best
secret in the world. If she'd been trying to arouse her sister's
curiosity she could not have done a better job.
* * * * *
Lexi came back early from school one day. She roamed
discontentedly around the house for a while. On impulse she tried Rufi's
bedroom door - and found it unlocked.
/Well, do I go in/, she wondered.
/What a stupid question/. She let herself into her sister's
bedroom. Her eyes were met by the familiar scene of adolescent chaos -
clothes strewn about the place, schoolwork in negligent piles, posters of
boy-bands that Rufi didn't like any more but couldn't be bothered to take
down.
All very familiar, and nothing she hadn't seen countless times
before. Lexi began a more thorough search. She found some 'intimate'
stuff - letters from old boyfriends, a box of sanitary products - but
nothing relating to Rufi's big secret.
Lexi frowned to herself. Try as she might she couldn't imagine her
sister with a boyfriend - she was too spiky, to volatile.
Lexi sighed in defeat. She ran a hand over her forehead - it
really was hot in the bedroom - and sat down on the bed. It was then that
she noticed a curious detail; the wooden board at the foot of the bed was
covered in dozens of deep scratches.
/That's weird/, she thought, tracing the scratches with her
fingertips. Unfortunately it didn't get her any closer to solving the
mystery. She looked around the room. /Maybe I can hide in here... spy on
her?/ It was an outrageous idea but the more she thought about it the
more she knew she was going to do it.
Ideally for Lexi's purposes the bedroom was provided with a large,
built-in wardrobe with louvered doors, which allowed a not-very clear
view into the room. Lexi opened the wardrobe doors and gazed with dismay
at the contents. The wardrobe was packed with old clothes - there was
hardly any room in there at all!
Eventually, by main effort, she managed to burrow in amongst a
rail of old coats. She got herself turned around with difficulty. She
closed the door by hooking a coat hanger through the louvers and pulling
it shut.
She peered through the louvers. The slits gave her a
disappointingly narrow view of the bedroom. She tried to shuffle sideways
but it was like wrestling her way through cotton wool. It quickly became
unbearably hot and stuffy, wedged as she was between a pair of heavy
winter overcoats. She peered at her watch. Nearly four - Rufi should be
back any moment now. All she had to do was hold on for just a little
while! Unfortunately she could hardly breathe. Gasping, she thrust open
the wardrobe door. She sighed with relief as tepid air flowed in.
Suddenly she heard the front door opening downstairs. Rufi's voice
called out from below. Lexi's heart jumped in her chest. In sudden panic
she struggled to hook the wardrobe door closed. But she couldn't get the
coathanger through the louvers! Rufi's footsteps stomped up the stairs.
'Lexi,' she called sharply. 'Lexi, you'd better not be hiding anywhere.
Or so help me I'll murder you, you little bitch.' Furiously Lexi
struggled with the door. She barely succeeded in slamming it shut before
Rufi entered the bedroom. But the coathanger was still hooked through the
louvers! There was no way she'd be able to extricate it without making a
noise! Lexi experienced her first moment of real fear.
Fortunately Rufi didn't notice the coathanger. Peering through the
lovers, Lexi got a partial look at her sister. Rufi had obviously run all
the way back from school. She was sweating so heavily that her face was
shiny and her fringe was damp.
Rufi sat down on the bed and inhaled deeply. She passed a hand
over her forehead. Then she reached down, unclipped the belt from her
waist. Lexi could clearly see the three red-and-white Pokéballs. Rufi
tossed the belt onto the bed. Then she rose and hurriedly stripped down
to her underwear.
Lexi had seen her sister naked before, of course she had, but that
had been a fair while ago. She was struck now by how /adult/ Rufi's body
looked, in the heat and silence of the bedroom, unaware that she was
being observed. Her sister's figure appeared at once lean and voluptuous.
Rufi brushed back her sweaty fringe - yet another adult gesture -
/and reached for a Pokéball/.
This, then, was the heart of the mystery. Lexi weaved her head
about, trying to see more. Her sister drew back her arm and, using a
curious three-fingered grip, tossed the Pokéball into the corner.
There was a flash of light and a loud /fwoosh/. The curtains
stirred in a sudden breeze. In the corner of the room there now stood...
Lexi, in an agony of curiosity, could not quite see clearly... but
whatever it was it was big, human height or greater, which had to narrow
down the possibilities. Lexi wracked her brain, trying to think her way
through the Pokémon lists. She'd never really been into Pokémon at
school, indeed she had scorned the national sport... but from what she
could see this was probably - make that definitely - a /Dragonite/.
There was no mistaking. The taut hide, a deep and gleaming orange,
could belong to no other. She could see the powerful thighs, the strong
and pearly claws where they gripped the carpet. She couldn't see
Dragonite's head through the louvers, or his wings - he was too tall.
/Dragonite/... she recalled the only time she'd seen one, during a
televised stadium battle. A strong and noble creature who seemed somehow
gentle... and yet had erupted into a terrifying fury when called upon to
fight. And had wiped the arena floor with three opponents, too.
But how in hell had Rufi come by a Pokémon as rare and powerful as
this one? And more to the point, how was she keeping him? Didn't powerful
Pokémon need a powerful trainer? Lexi was sure that her sister wasn't one
of those.
Rufi stood gazing at the tall Pokémon for what seemed a long time.
What she did next astonished Lexi. She ran towards Dragonite - she threw
her arms around him! Or at least it looked as though she did. Once again
Lexi cursed her lack of vision. She could hear voices - Lexi's husky
whine and a muted rumble which she assumed must belong to Dragonite. She
strained to hear what they were saying but unfortunately she had coats in
her ears.
Then Rufi and Dragonite approached the bed. Lexi could see their
feet as she led him. Rufi sat down on the bed - the bedsprings squeaked.
She quite clearly heard Rufi's next words: 'don't worry. It's ok; they
won't be back for a while.'
Lexi blinked in astonishment. A suspicion began to form, but as
yet it was too fantastic to grasp. Then she heard the snap of elastic and
the rustle of cotton and a low, urgent breath... Rufi was getting
undressed! Rufi had tossed away her underwear and was now totally naked!
/Oh my fucking God/, thought Lexi. Her face flushed hot - even
hotter than already, amongst the coats. There was another rustle and a
heavy creak as Dragonite climbed onto the bed beside Rufi. She could see
her sister's pale limbs as they lovingly brushed over the dragon
Pokémon's deep orange hide. She could hear low gasps and moans and
something like a deep, rumbling purr. That sound seemed to do something
to Lexi as she lurked and sweated in the wardrobe - it made her feel hot
and shivery inside.
All noise abruptly stopped. Lexi almost wept in frustration. She
heard her sister say, quite distinctly: 'come on, Dragonite. Come on, I
want it now.'
Dragonite rumbled - in assent, maybe. There was a gasp from Rufi
and then the creaking started: an urgent, rhythmic sound. Lexi could see
Dragonite's powerful thighs tensing and thrusting, tensing and
thrusting... it took no great imagination to picture her sister on her
back, legs wide apart, her whole body lifting every time Dragonite drove
into her... Rufi began to make soft moaning sounds, almost as if she was
in pain. The tempo of the creaking increased, the thump-thump-thump of
Dragonite's tail hitting the floor seemed to shake the room.
/God/, thought Lexi in the wardrobe. /God, I'm going to faint /...
dizzily she grabbed a handful of coat to support herself... it was
utterly stifling in the wardrobe now. She had a sensation like she wanted
to pee. Her hand slid between her legs - she found she was wet through.
Her hand on her own flesh was like a jolt of electricity shot between her
thighs. Filled with urgent need she slid a hand inside her panties. She
was drenched down there, she had never been as wet as this... she slipped
two fingers inside herself, pumping herself just as Dragonite pumped her
sister...
'Oh,' wailed Rufi. 'I love you... Dragonite, I love you...' and
Lexi came. It was the most powerful orgasm she had ever experienced in
her life. It quite eclipsed the pallid fumblings she'd given herself so
far. She really did faint, or nearly anyway. She collapsed amongst the
overcoats, quite exhausted. Her panties were soaked and her nostrils were
filled with the stifling smell of the coats and she was sweating rivers
but it felt good, so good!
Meanwhile Rufi and Dragonite were experiencing an afterglow of
their own. They lay together - Lexi could see quite clearly when she
regained the energy to look. Rufi was resting comfortably against
Dragonite's belly. Her skin was flushed and sweaty. Lexi could see the
expression on her sister's face, the look of satiety. She felt a stab of
sudden envy.
But Rufi wasn't done yet. She turned her head and murmured
something in Dragonite's ear. Obediently he rolled over so that he was
lying on his back with thighs and wings spread wide. Rufi climbed astride
his chest, so that she was looking down into his face. Lexi could see her
sister's pale buttocks, the dark glistening lips of her sex. The sight
disturbed her immeasurably but she couldn't look away. Rufi leaned down
and kissed Dragonite on the muzzle - once, trice, thrice, with a loud
smack each time. She sniggered and Lexi felt another stab of envy.
Now Rufi slid backwards down Dragonite's prone body, so that she
sat astride his tail. Her head sank down between his thighs. Lexi
couldn't see what she was doing there - Rufi's back and shoulders blocked
the view - but whatever it was, it was producing a lot of wet, sucking,
smacking sounds. She could see Dragonite's spread thighs tensing, the
claws on his toes curling and flexing. She could see his broad chest
rising and falling, his throat pulsing. Dragonite's head rolled from side
to side and he groaned. It was this, above all, the sight of this
gorgeous dragon in the throes of sexual ecstasy, so intense it seemed
almost painful, that got Lexi hot all over again.
It was the thought of Rufi controlling him, turning him on, that
brought Lexi's jealousy to its highest pitch. /Why/, she thought. /Why
does all the good stuff happen to *her*?/ She had to bite her knuckles to
prevent herself from crying out - she gripped the wardrobe post so hard
her fingernails broke, because otherwise she would have sprang out, and
who knew what would have happened.
Thus she didn't see Dragonite's second orgasm, didn't see his
strong and scaled hips thrust, his powerful lithe body thrash as Rufi
sucked down his cum.
Presently Lexi's burning curiosity overcame her rage and she
peered through the louvers again. Her limited view showed that Dragonite
had rolled onto his side and crossed one leg over the other, while Rufi
had sat up.
Rufi smiled a fond and indulgent smile. She reached out, ran a
hand slowly over the dragon Pokémon's muscular haunches. 'I do love you,'
she said. 'You know that, don't you?'
Dragonite raised his noble head and seemed about to answer. At
that moment the front door was opened downstairs. Rufi and Dragonite both
looked round - then Rufi scooped something up from the floor. Dragonite
raised a forepaw, maybe to protest, but Rufi's hand moved in a lightning-
quick motion. There was a /booof/ and a flash of light and a moment later
Dragonite had vanished and a Pokéball nestled amongst the sweaty sheets.
The ball rocked back and forth a few times, then was still.
Rufi picked the ball up. She regarded it for a moment, then the
bitch actually held it to her cheek! She gave a happy sigh. She grabbed a
bathrobe and wrapped it around herself. She hefted the ball, as if
considering, then slipped it into a pocket and went out.
Lexi thrust the door open. She collapsed out of the wardrobe in a
shower of overcoats. She lay on the floor, panting and gasping, waiting
for the spots to stop swarming in front of her eyes.
She could hear Rufi next door having a shower. /Quick, hurry/, she
thought. She gathered up all the overcoats and shoved them back in the
wardrobe any old which-way. She shut the wardrobe door and was safely
back in her bedroom before Rufi had finished her shower.
* * * * *
Rufi lay in bed that night, remembering. Dragonite's glistening
hide, Dragonite's powerful body. Dragonite's sounds of passion - his
deep, rumbling purr. Her own sister. The pair of them doing it...
/fucking/... she slid her hand between her thighs but she could not
summon the volcanic sensations she'd experienced in the wardrobe.
Rufi and Dragonite... that bitch got whatever she wanted, all the
time, while Lexi, 'little sis', always got the short end of the stick.
But why did it have to be that way every time? Why couldn't it be
Lexi and Dragonite? Not necessarily to 'do it'... she just wanted to see
him again, talk to him... make sure he was all right, maybe get to know
him...
These thoughts circled in her brain. She lay still, tried to
sleep, but sleep would not come. Feeling oppressively hot she kicked away
the covers and lay there in nothing but her cotton nightdress. On impulse
she sat up, clicked on the bedroom light. She winced as the sudden light
stung her eyes.
She got out of bed, stripped off her nightdress and tossed it into
the corner. She took a long, hard look at herself in the bedroom mirror.
Fourteen and a half - and already pretty well developed, or so she'd
always thought. Seen now, however, with a critical eye, how skinny, how
/childish/ her body appeared. How narrow her hips, how slight her
breasts, how sparse the dark bush between her thighs.
She turned the light off. Slowly and sadly she climbed back into
bed. Lying there in the dark she felt something, a vast inner emptiness,
like a black hole opening up inside her. She rolled onto her side, curled
herself into a tight ball and began to cry. It wasn't just the situation
with Rufi and Dragonite which was doing this to her - it was her school
and her parents and this town and everything else as well. Her entire
stupid and pointless life.
* * * * *
Over the next few days Lexi found out everything she could about
Pokémon #149 Dragonite, which wasn't much. /Dragonite/, she read.
/Evolved from #148 Dragonair. This Pokémon is said to have a human level
of intelligence/.
/Human intelligence/, thought Lexi bracingly.
/Dragonite is capable of flying long distances. It is rumoured to
travel over the world's oceans, rescuing shipwrecked sailors/...
/Rescuing sailors/, thought Lexi tearfully. /That's so noble/.
/This Pokémon is rare, and extremely sought after by trainers due
to its powerful nature and skill in battle/...
That brought her up short. If Dragonite was so sought after, maybe
that was why he was staying here? Maybe he was hiding from the trainers?
/Couldn't be any other reason/, thought Lexi tartly.
Eventually she found a short digitised clip of a stadium battle
featuring a Dragonite... /maybe the very one that Rufi had in the
Pokéball!/ The great orange dragon was led forwards and stood alone in
the empty space of the arena, almost like a sacrifice. How beautiful he
looked, how noble, calm yet implacable. /And there was a Dragonite under
this roof, right now!/
Lexi watched the clip about a hundred times. Her desire to see
Dragonite again hardened into determination.
* * * * *
It was unbearable thinking about the pair of them together and not
being able to do anything about it. For Rufi must not know, must not even
begin to suspect, that Lexi knew anything about Dragonite!
Lexi took to spying on her sister's activities. She made mental
notes of when Rufi left the house and when she returned, when she took
her Pokéballs with her and when she did not.
When Rufi went out of an evening, where did she go? Was it 'out
with friends', as she claimed, or was it somewhere quiet to spend some
quality time with Dragonite? It was impossible to try and find out
without Rufi suspecting, and she wasn't having that.
To add to Lexi's miseries the end-of-term exams were coming up.
How could she be expected to concentrate on something as trivial as
schoolwork, with all that going on in the next room?
Rufi had exams as well, but in her case they were a lot more
serious - they were final year exams that would determine which, if any,
institute of higher education she went to.
Rufi was taking the whole business uncharacteristically seriously.
She went about the place muttering darkly about /stress/ and /pressure/
and about how difficult it was to work how and no-one understood her.
Prospectuses began landing on the mat. It was only when Lexi
glanced through a particularly fetching publication from the University
of Cinnabar (palm trees, beaches and surf) that she understood - Rufi was
dead-set on leaving home, and doubtless taking Dragonite with her when
she did.
* * * * *
Lexi got let out of school early to do revision at home.
/Dragonite/, she thought instantly, and as good as ran all the way home.
She got home to find the house blissfully deserted. Making her way
upstairs she found that Rufi's room was unlocked. Nevertheless it was no
reason to get excited - it meant that Rufi had certainly taken the
Pokéballs with her that day.
Lexi went inside anyway. She found that disappointingly little had
changed. /Oh well/, she thought regretfully. /It was worth a try/...
Then her eyes fell on the belt. There it lay, coiled on the bed
like a sleeping snake. Three Pokéballs were attached to it.
Lexi's face flushed and her heart began to pound. /This is it,
this is it, this is it/, she thought, over and over again. She approached
the belt slowly, as if it was a nervous bird which might take flight at
any moment. She reached out, grasped the belt. Two of the Pokéballs felt
cool and light, but the third was warm, and slightly heavy in her hand.
Lexi held the Pokéball close against her chest. She'd never even
used a Pokéball before, which showed how much she knew about Pokémon...
summoning up her courage she examined the ball. It had a red half and a
white half and a black band round the middle. /Pokémon Retrieval Device,
HyperBall Type IV, Silph Corp, Saffron City/ was written around the band
in small white letters. There was also a big white button.
Half-dead with excitement she pressed the button. The ball buzzed
and tingled in her hand. She gave a small scream and flung it away from
her.
There was a /fwooosh/ and a flash of light which startled her...
and there he stood, the great orange dragon of her dreams, in the corner
of the room not five feet away from her!
Expect that he had his back to her. She spared no more than a
moment's thought on this puzzling detail as her eyes drank him in. She
ogled him from the tip of his tail, up the length of his spine, past his
wings to the pair of golden tendrils which sprouted from his forehead.
Then he turned round. She gasped and felt her heart leap yet
again. How beautiful he was! His body was bulky and powerfully built, yet
lithe, with the kind of grace which made you imagine him dancing on air.
/Elegant/ was the word she found herself reaching for.
She gazed at the play of muscles shifting beneath his polished
hide, the banded pattern of golden scales on his chest. His face... he
had a strange, half-smile which she found utterly captivating. His
eyes... they were large, dark and glistening. They seemed very deep. They
were the kind of eyes you could trust, lose yourself in, very easily fall
in love with.
And here he was, in her house! Amazing, unbelievable! /Say
something/, she told herself as the silence stretched... 'don't be
afraid,' she blurted. It was all she could think of.
'I know who you are,' said Dragonite. His voice was a low, silky
rumble, animalistic yet somehow cultured. Her pleasure at hearing him
speak was exceeded only by her astonishment. 'Wuh,' she said weakly. 'How
did you...'
'Your sister,' Dragonite informed her gravely. 'She told me a lot
about you.'
'Wuh,' said Lexi again. /Get a grip/, she told herself fiercely.
/He's going to think you're a total dork/. 'Ah, ha-ha-ha,' she laughed
weakly. 'I hope she was telling you the good stuff...'
Dragonite stared at her.
'Um...' she realised she was fiddling with her hair, winding a
lock around her finger like she was a kid. She forced herself to stop.
'Do you think I could, um, come a bit closer to you? Maybe touch you?'
He nodded his great head in assent. Exhilarated but nervous she
approached. He really was tall; over seven feet, she estimated as she
peered up at him. Hesitantly she laid a hand on his neck, then stroked
the broad shield of his chest. The scales felt warm and slick, and the
muscles twitched beneath her fingers. She felt like she was touching
something incredibly strong and powerful.
'Well,' she said, continuing to pet him, desperately trying to
think of something to say. 'How did you come to be with my, um...' dear
God, how stupid! The last thing she wanted to do right now was remind him
of her sister!
'Lexi.' What a thrill to hear him say her name! And then he
covered her hand with one of his powerful paws. 'Lexi, why did you summon
me from the Pokéball?'
'I wanted to, um, talk. You know... I wanted to see you again...'
/Oh fuck/, she thought, while her cheeks flushed an even brighter
crimson.
Dragonite gave a definite smile. 'Lexi, it's all right,' he
rumbled. 'I know you were watching us, that time, in the wardrobe.'
'Oh god,' she muttered. 'This is so embarrassing. You must think
I'm a total pervert...'
'No.'
'Dragonite,' she said anxiously, 'can I call you Dragonite? Do you
mind if I ask you a question?'
'Not at all. And please, go ahead and ask.'
'My sister Rufi... she's not your trainer, is she? Your owner?'
'No.' He shook his great head. 'No, she isn't.'
'Then why... how come she's got you in a Pokéball...'
'That is a little hard to explain.'
'Dragonite,' she said, all in a rush. 'You're not in love with
her, are you? You can tell me. I mean, I won't be upset or anything...'
'Lexi,' he rumbled calmly. 'I am not in love with your sister.'
'Oh,' she said in a small voice. Desperately she screwed up her
courage as high as it would go. 'Dragonite... do you think you could love
me?'
The great orange dragon gave a sigh. His glistening eyes fixed on
a point above her left shoulder.
'Dragonite,' she murmured sadly. Suddenly the sexy feeling was
back, the same one she'd had in the wardrobe. This time it was so strong
it made her tremble all over. She wanted him, she had to have him! Never
in her life had she wanted anything as badly. 'Dragonite,' she said in a
trembling voice. 'Will you... will you make love to me? Please?'
'No, Lexi, no...'
'Please, Dragonite, please!' Desperately she clung onto him and
pressed her face against his chest. She felt his arms encircle her,
comforting her, very nice but not what she wanted, not at all. She broke
away from his embrace, stripped off her school uniform. So great was her
haste that she tore all the buttons off her shirt. Moments later she
stood naked before him, pleading but also demanding. He gazed at her
expressionlessly. She threw her arms around him and wept. And suddenly
she felt a new, an utterly novel sensation - something like a flood of
warm honey welling up inside her. It was her feminine sexuality, woken to
its full power for the first time. It filled her up to her fingertips -
it made her irresistible.
She released her deathgrip on him. She ran her hands over his
chest and belly. She began to rub her naked body against his scales.
'Dragonite,' she murmured hotly. 'I want you... I'm going to have you.'
/And he responded!/ She heard that deep, rumbling purr vibrating
through his body and ribcage. That sound was enough to make her wet. She
raised her face in triumph. Dragonite's great head descended. The golden
tendrils on his forehead began to caress her cheeks, her lips, her
throat. It felt exquisite. She took one of his clawed forepaws - the
talons felt cool against her fingers - and led him towards the bed, just
as she'd seen Rufi do. She pulled away Rufi's bedclothes and kicked them
into the corner. She lay back on the bed, spread her legs and waited.
Dragonite stood at the foot of the bed, towering over her. She
raised her head to see him better - then her eyes goggled in
astonishment. From a slit in the bulge between his thighs something like
a long, pink snake was now emerging. /Oh my God/, she thought. /That's
his... that's his/...
Then Dragonite climbed onto the bed. The bedframe creaked and
shuddered. She lost sight of his swaying cock as his great body descended
on top of her. But he, so gentle and considerate, didn't let his full
weight fall on her.
And now they were face-to-face, as it were... and she was looking
up into his deep black eyes. His mouth opened. She could see the gleaming
rows of dragon's teeth - and those predator's fangs were part of his
beauty too.
Then Dragonite's long tongue swiped across her mouth. Startled,
she raised a hand to the back of his neck and pulled his mouth onto hers.
Kissing Dragonite! Absolutely incredible! It seemed to go on and on and
it was getting her hot, so unbelievably hot. She'd only ever kissed boys
before and it had been nothing like this. Dragonite was a fantastic
kisser. His mouth tasted slightly sweet and his breath smelled of
freshly-baked bread mixed with burning stone.
After a while - she had no idea how long - Dragonite broke the
kiss. 'It was a human female who taught me how to do that,' he rumbled
into her ear. She giggled - it sounded like a silly girlish giggle to her
but he obviously didn't mind. The bed creaked and complained as he
shifted his weight a little further down. His head swiftly sank and he
started on her breasts.
The kissing had been good but this - it was heavenly. Every time
he licked or gently bit her nipples she felt a pulse of pure pleasure go
right through her.
/Oh/, she gasped faintly, /oh/... then she felt his warm tongue
slide all the way down her abdomen. There was a relieved creak from the
bed as he slid onto the floor. He eased her legs apart with his forepaws.
He lowered his great head - she felt his warm breath on her. He closed
his eyes, his nostrils flared - it looked like he was inhaling her scent
with pleasure.
He began to lick. /Oh/, she gasped again as his long, hot tongue
eased inside her. /Oh/, as he licked up and down, up and down.
Then his tongue slid between her ass-cheeks. /Oh my God/, she
thought. /He's stuck his tongue up my ass! That's wrong!/
/But it feels so good/...
The flush of orgasm spread over her face and thighs. She lifted
her hips off the bed, virtually thrust herself into his mouth... then he
raised his head and she felt her pleasure ebb away. She looked into his
dark eyes. A message passed between them and she knew that it was time.
He climbed back onto the poor, battered bed. /Well that's one
mystery solved/, she thought distractedly as he got a good grip on the
wooden board, gouging fresh scratches with his talons.
He crouched above her, thighs muscularly tensed. His heavy
forepaws thumped down beside her and the whole mattress undulated.
'Wait,' she urged, 'wait...' she ran her hands down his belly,
grasped him. She wanted to hold him in her hands. His cock felt like a
strong, silky animal, moist and throbbing in her hands. And yet the skin
seemed strangely delicate - she feared that if she handled him roughly
she might hurt him.
'Lexi,' he rumbled urgently. He eased her hands away. Her palms
were smeared with the wet scent of his cock. Her took hold of her wrists
in his paws, pinned them to the bed above her head. She felt a moment of
fear - what if it hurt? What if his enormous /thing/ did something to her
insides? And yet she wanted this so badly - she was determined.
She lay at his mercy, trying to prepare herself. Looking up she
could plainly see the strange half-smile on his face.
She felt something hard push into her. The sensation was not at
first agreeable. Moments later he had slid in as far as her hymen. She
felt a sharp, insistent pain; something like having a tooth drilled. He
halted above her, silent and questioning. 'Don't stop,' she urged. She
screwed her eyes tight shut and clenched her teeth and didn't cry out
when he broke her.
The dragon began to fuck her, gently and slowly. Soon the raw,
sore feeling had given way to a warmth, steadily growing. The bed began
to creak and shake and she heard a voice gasping out /ah-ah-ah/ and it
was a second or two before she realised it was her own voice. She arched
her back and spread herself wide as she could as the unbelievable
pleasure continued to grow. Dragonite began to fuck her in earnest. His
snorting breath was loud in her ears as he thrust relentlessly into her.
It felt like he was filling her up, turning her inside out. She glanced
down her body and saw, past flying drops of sweat, Dragonite's cock - the
entire exquisite length of it, sliding in and out of her like a
glistening pink piston. That sight, the most astonishing erotic thing she
had ever seen or imagined, was enough to send her over the edge.
She came and the pleasure was relentless, it went on and on and
on, flooding her body, blowing her mind. She might have been crying out
or yelling, she had no idea, but the poor bed was shaking itself to bits
and sweat was pouring off her and his cum was pouring into her and the
pleasure which went on and on was the best thing in the world, ever.
At the height of their orgasm he threw back his noble head and
fire blossomed around his mouth and in the heat of the moment she thought
she saw his entire body ablaze with light.
Then the pleasure ebbed, as pleasure must. Dragonite's thrusts
slowed, gently letting her down, finally slowing to a halt. He crouched
over her for a moment, breath snorting in his nostrils. Then slowly,
carefully he eased the length of his cock out of her. He let out a final
jet of cum over her belly, then flopped down beside her on Rufi's narrow
bed. The bed was so small that his wings and his tail hung right over the
edge and if he wasn't careful he would slide right off onto the floor.
'Dragonite,' murmured Lexi, loving the feel of the word in her
mouth. She was exhausted and a sweaty, cum-stained mess but she didn't
care - she had never felt so replete, so happy in her life. Here she lay
in the afterglow of orgasm, not a virgin any more, no longer a girl but a
complete woman. And her strong and beautiful lover lay by her side.
Everything in the world was good. And yet the sex had been so amazing,
earth shattering, epochal even, that she couldn't help wishing that it
had been commemorated in some way. BONG! Here is the news form Celadon
City. Trade war looming with Pallet Town as new export figures are
released. BONG! It's official - Lexi and Dragonite have the best sex,
ever. Experts agree that an entirely new definition of erotic pleasure
may be necessary. We go live now to the beside of the sexual pioneers...
Lexi smiled to herself. She'd always been a dreamer. 'You're such
a dreamer,' her mother had told her more than once, usually meaning it as
a criticism. She rolled over, ran a hand over Dragonite's broad chest and
belly. She encircled his cock, which lay against her thigh like a leaking
pink fire hose. 'Dragonite,' she murmured fondly. 'I love you... I'll
love you forever.'
Dragonite stirred uneasily. 'Lexi, you don't love me.'
'Yes I do,' she cried anxiously. She sat up beside him. 'Do you
think I'm too young to know what I want?'
Dragonite said nothing.
'I just...' she sighed and laid a hand on his thigh. 'I just want
to be with you, all the time. What's so strange about that?'
'Lexi,' he began patiently. 'Let's discuss this...'
'Dragonite,' she said earnestly. 'There's no reason why we can't
be together, is there? No reason at all...' then her shoulders slumped.
'Oh,' she muttered. 'My fucking /sister/.' A moment later she had
brightened up again. 'I know,' she cried. 'I'll become a trainer! We can
leave Celadon... we can travel all over the place. People do it all the
time.'
'Lexi, you don't know the first thing about training Pokémon.'
'I can learn! You'd help me. And I promise you'd never, ever have
to go into a Pokéball if you didn't want to.'
He stared at her, then gave a low, rumbling chuckle. 'Sometimes a
Pokéball's the safest place to be.'
'Dragonite,' she murmured sadly. 'Don't you /want/ to be with me?'
He gazed at her with his dark eyes... and suddenly the sadness, which she
had thought banished, welled up in her again. She threw her arms around
his neck and began to cry. He made that purring noise again - perhaps he
was trying to comfort her. He took her face in his forepaws and he kissed
her, very soft and gentle, over and over again. She kissed him back
through her tears and suddenly she was hot, she wanted him all over
again!
'Lexi,' he rumbled urgently, fending her off. 'Lexi, what's the
time?'
'Time,' she repeated in angry consternation. 'What do you want to
know the time for?' Then her eyes strayed onto the clock and she saw that
it was nearly four. 'Oh my God,' she squeaked. 'Rufi! She'll be back any
minute!' She leapt out of bed. 'Dragonite, quick,' she hissed, tugging at
his left wing. 'If she walks in and finds us like this she's going to
kill me!' Obediently Dragonite got to his feet. Lexi surveyed the bed,
and gave a scream of horror. 'Look at it,' she cried. 'The sheet's got
blood and stuff all over it... here, help me with this.' Together they
tugged at the blood, sweat and cum-soaked sheet and managed to get it off
the mattress. There was a moment of panic while Lexi tried to remember
where her mother stored the bed linen. She rummaged frantically through
the airing cupboard, throwing towels around, while Dragonite stood by and
watched. Eventually she located a fresh sheet. Dragonite helped her put
it on the bed and smooth it into place. Together they got the rest of the
room straightened out, and a mere ten minutes later everything was as it
had been - with one exception.
She stood facing him, holding the Pokéball close to her chest,
biting her lip. 'Please,' she whispered. 'I don't want to do this.'
'Lexi,' he rumbled in his silky-sweet voice. 'You have to.'
Still she hesitated.
'Lexi, do you want Rufi to find out?'
'Damn Rufi,' she cried fiercely. 'I don't care if she finds out!'
'Lexi, you will mess everything up.'
'How?' She gazed at him angrily. 'You and me, making love - how
can that possibly mess anything up?'
'Lexi...'
'I'm not putting you back in that ball,' she flared. 'I'm not!'
'You must.'
'You don't understand,' she cried. 'I love you. You expect me to
do something that's going to keep us apart? And supposing I did... when
would we get to see each other? Only when my damned /sister/ forgets to
take your ball with her? Forget it, Dragonite... no way!'
He came towards her while she wept stormily, he lowered his great
head and kissed her with his gently smiling mouth. And as she responded
to the kiss he dextrously and cleverly activated the Pokéball in her
hand. There was a flash of light and Dragonite was gone and only the
Pokéball was left.
Lexi snatched up the ball... then heard the unmistakeable sounds
of her sister entering the house. Grimly she grabbed the belt and clicked
Dragonite's ball into place. She wasted a few precious seconds coiling
the belt into exactly the right position on the bed, then hared from the
room.
She lay on the bed in her bedroom, hearing the sound of Rufi
coming up the stairs, resenting her sister, wanting Dragonite for
herself, plotting how she could get him.
* * * * *
Things developed rather quicker than she expected - later that
afternoon, in fact. She had just summoned the courage to leave her room.
She was walking past Rufi's door, when she heard her sister's voice:
'Lexi, could you, like, come in here, please? I want to ask you
something.'
/She knows/, thought Lexi instantly, informed by sisterly insight.
She experienced a moment of fear before her courage returned. /Well, I
suppose she had to find out sooner or later/, she thought, straightening
herself up and squaring her shoulders. /Still, I am not looking forwards
to telling her that I love him and he loves me/.
/He *does* love me, doesn't he? Of course he does. What a stupid
question/.
She stepped into the close, heated atmosphere of Rufi's bedroom.
She had thought herself prepared for anything; but confronted by her
sister's fury her courage deserted her.
Rufi shook a Pokéball in her face. 'You've been messing with my
Dragonite,' she hissed.
'I have not,' protested Lexi.
'No? Then why is he in /the wrong fucking Pokéball?/'
'I haven't done anything,' wailed Lexi, taking refuge in the
blanket denials of childhood.
'Oh, haven't you. Let's ask him, shall we?' Furiously Rufi flung
the Pokéball to the ground and Dragonite sprang forth.
The great orange dragon looked quickly from one sister to another.
He raised his forepaws in a placating gesture. Rufi, however, was in no
mood to be placated. 'Dragonite,' she hissed, rounding on him. 'How
/could/ you? With /my own sister?/'
'He doesn't love you,' cried Lexi. 'He told me so!'
Rufi turned on her in angry triumph. 'Ah, you little /bitch!/ I
knew it!'
'/You're/ the bitch,' cried Lexi hotly. 'You keep him in that
damned Pokéball... you never let him out at all!'
'Oh, you stupid brat! Did it never occur to you there might be /a
perfectly good reason why not?/'
'To hell with your reasons,' screamed Lexi. 'I don't give a fuck
for you and your reasons! You... you don't deserve him!' She made a
sudden lunge and grabbed Dragonite's left forepaw. 'I'm taking him away
from you! Come on, Dragonite.' She began dragging him towards the door.
Rufi turned crimson. 'Get your damned hands off him, he's mine!'
She grabbed Dragonite's right forearm. A furious tug-of-war ensued while
the sisters screamed insults at each other.
'/DRAAAA/,' roared Dragonite. It was just a tiny, carefully
measured fraction of the raw power he was used to unleashing in the
stadium, but in the confined space of Rufi's bedroom it was terrifying.
Both sisters were knocked of their feet. Lexi landed in a pile of
underwear and lay there, half-dead with fear. 'Druh-druh-Dragonite,' she
stammered weakly. And yet, directing a fearful glance at the orange
dragon's visage she saw that he didn't look angry at all, only
determined. Indeed he still had that fascinating half-smile.
Dragonite surveyed them both where they lay. His large black eyes
gleamed expressionlessly. 'Don't either of you want to know what I want?'
'Of course we do,' lied Rufi, quick as a flash. 'We care /very
very deeply/ about what you want, Dragonite.'
'Don't listen to her,' cried Lexi. 'She just wants to get you back
in the Pokéball. Come with me and I'll make sure you're safe...'
And then the bedroom door was flung open. Mrs Mallory stood there,
framed in the doorway, radiating waves of fury. Lexi and Rufi's eyes met
for a moment of shared horror. Here, at last, was something they could
both agree about; the Ultimate Disaster, and it was unfolding before
their eyes.
Both sisters sprang to their feet. 'He's a school project,'
extemporised Rufi hastily.
'No, we, um, we traded him. No, we captured him... didn't we,
Rufe?'
'He's not a Pokémon at all... he's just a boy in a very very good
costume.'
'Yes, that's right! We're rehearsing for the school play. Rufi
here is the trainer, I'm playing the nurse, right, Rufe?'
'So,' growled Mrs Mallory in a voice like an enraged tigress. 'I
knew you girls were up to something. But in my worst nightmares I never
dreamed you'd be so stupid or irresponsible!' Mrs Mallory advanced
terribly into the room. Sparks of fury seemed to fly from the tips of her
coal-black hair. 'Don't you realise how dangerous powerful Pokémon can
be? You could have been killed!'
/That's wrong/, thought Lexi. /He'd never have hurt us - he has no
reason to/. But her protests were swept aside by her mother's fury, which
was also something of a performance. 'Well,' thundered the terrible
woman. 'It's truly fortunate I'm here to rescue the pair of you from your
own folly... thus!' She produced a Pokéball and hurled it at Dragonite's
head, whereupon he disappeared yet again.
'Oh no,' gasped Lexi in horror.
'Hey,' yelled Rufi. 'You can't do that!'
'SILENCE,' roared Mrs Mallory. She scooped up the Pokéball and
flourished it in triumph. 'I'll be back to settle with the pair of you
later... after I've dealt with /this/.' She turned and, without another
word, left the room, slamming the door behind her with tremendous force.
'I hate you,' yelled Rufi after her mother's back. Then she turned
on Lexi. 'You! This is all your fault. None of this would have happened
if you hadn't stuck your nose in...'
Lexi cowered before her sister's fury. 'I'm sorry, Rufi... hey,
Rufi, she can't keep him, you know. No matter what she might say... she
doesn't own him.'
But to her astonishment her sister's anger crumbled away to
nothing. Rufi just plumped herself down on the bed and sat there, a
picture of misery. 'I love him, Lex,' she said in a tiny desolate voice.
Sympathy flooded Lexi's being. 'I know, Rufe. I love him too.'
Rufi began to cry. Lexi, her own lower lip trembling, sat down
beside her. The sisters fell into each other's arms and wept in earnest.
'Oh,' sniffled Lexi miserably. 'Why couldn't we have shared him?'
In spite of her tears Rufi chuckled.
* * * * *
Mrs Mallory took the Pokéball to the bedroom she shared with Mr
Mallory. She shut and locked the door behind her. For a moment she stood
gazing at the Pokéball in her hand. She flung it to the ground and for
the third time that day Dragonite sprang into existence.
Mrs Mallory surveyed the beautiful orange dragon in silence. Her
eyes roamed speculatively over his polished hide, his wings, his smooth
and powerful muscles.
'So,' she said at last. 'You're on the run from your trainer,
huh?'
'She wanted to know where our island was,' rumbled Dragonite. 'She
would have forced me to tell her.'
'The Island of Dragonites, you mean? I thought that was just a
myth.'
He shook his head. 'It's no myth.'
'So,' said Mrs Mallory. 'You've been hiding out here, and amusing
yourself with my daughters in the meantime, huh?'
'It wasn't like that.'
'I daresay,' purred Mrs Mallory.
Dragonite growled softly. 'What are you going to do with me?'
'What am I going to do with you,' mused Mrs Mallory. 'Well I
/should/ pack you off to the nearest Pokécentre and let them deal with
you. However, this horrible fate may be avoided... for a price.'
'A price,' rumbled the dragon. 'What price?'
'Let's see now.' Mrs Mallory approached him. She reached up,
placed a hand on his cheek. He stiffened in alarm. She chuckled and ran
her hand down his neck, finally coming to rest on his chest. 'Those two
hussies... they're barely more than girls,' she said. 'Tell me,
Dragonite... how'd you like to make love to a real woman?'
He stared at her with something approaching fear. Slowly, he began
to back away from her. She followed, smiling a predator's smile. Finally
he reached the bedroom wall and could retreat no further. 'It's me or the
Pokécentre,' she purred. 'So you'd better shape up. Just lie back and
think of Dragonite Island if it makes you feel any better...'
The End... unless I can come up with a sequel.
Cheers... Fox XXX