FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

"Andy! Andy!" Connor called, excitedly standing from the couch. "Come on! It's ready!"

"What is?" Andy called from his room.

"The game!"

"Can it wait?" Andy groaned. "I'm just about to finish the first season of Stargazer and-"

"Aw hell, Andy. You can totally wait! Save those dragon titties for later and come on out here!"

"...fine."

Connor sat back down on the couch and picked up the controller as Andy walked into the living room dressed in only his pajamas. Connor looked at him incredulously.

"Really?"

"Look, it's Saturday morning and I'm a mature adult. I can wear whatever I want."

"It's nearly Saturday evening."

"Whatever," Andy muttered, then collapsed onto the couch with a groan. He rubbed his eyes and looked at the television screen which was currently black. "Uh, what did I come in here again for? Didn't you say something about a game?"

"Yeah!" Connor said, reaching for the remote and hit the power button. The screen came to life a moment later, while a familiar tune played from the speakers, though what was on the screen wasn't entirely familiar. It was not quite what either remembered and yet so close.

"Pokemon Diamond and Pearl" Supremely Lewd Edition?" Andy read. He looked at Connor. "'And?' There was never a combined edition."

"And there was never a Supremely Lewd Edition for that matter. Or any lewd edition and Dialga and Palkia never had big boobies," Connor said, motioning towards the screen. Indeed, on either side of the title screen were the legendary Pokemon, though far more humanoid and much more feminine as well. "It's a bootleg, ok?"

"I can see that. So...what? I stopped watching the last bit of Stargazer for this? How is Pokemon titty better than dragon breasts? Hell, the queen was just about to-"

"Hey, no spoilers." Connor held up his hand. "Come on, can't you appreciate it? I mean, just look at Palkia! Goddess of space and mmm, isn't she a goddess!" He elbowed Andy. "Am I right or am I right?"

"Yeah, yeah, she has lots of 'space' you're right," Andy said, rolling his eyes as he sat forward. "So...what's the point of this game?"

"Hell if I know," Connor replied with a shrug. "I'm guessing it's just Pokemon except with a lot more tits."

"And hopefully ass..." Andy murmured. "Come on, couldn't they have at least shown us Dialga's backside?"

"I'm sure you can see it if we play!"

"Alright, alright, start 'er up. You got me now. Let's see what this version has. Oh! Do you think they have a nice Garchomp gal?"

"I can almost guarantee it," Connor said with a smile as he hit the start button. There was a ding, the screen faded to black, and then...

Nothing.

"What the hell?" Connor exclaimed.

They waited and still the screen remained black. Connor stood up and put his hands on his hips while Andy sat back on the couch.

"Maybe that was it?" Andy hazarded. "I mean, where did you find this? I don't even want to ask how you got this to run on your Switch either but..."

"No, no, there has to be more!" Connor insisted. He walked towards the console. "The site promised it was a rather, er, immersive experience!"

"What site?"

"Do you think I remember? It was just linked in that one chat."

"What chat?"

"I don't know! Do I look like I'm at a computer right now?"

"No, but..." Andy shrugged. "Shit, I hope you didn't just brick your Switch."

"I didn't! It's just...loading."

"Right, which is why-"

Suddenly the screen filled with overlapping, swirling waves colored light purple and dark blue and a screeching, discordant sound played from the speakers. Connor yelped and jumped back, holding his ears.

"What the fuck?" he exclaimed.

"Shit sounds awful!" Andy said, jumping up. He blinked and then fumbled for the remote, raising it to point it at the screen. He tapped the power button, but nothing happened. "The hell...?"

Meanwhile, Connor had moved back towards the screen and his console dock. He looked down at his console, but then found his gaze drawn towards the screen. He stared at the swirling shades of dark blue and light purple.

"Trippy..." He said, reaching a hand towards the screen.

"The remote isn't working!" Andy shouted over the noise. "Connor, can you...Connor?"

Connor's hand touched the screen and for a moment all noise and movement ceased. Then inexplicably, impossibly, Connor found his hand and then his arm being drawn into the screen. He yelped and tried to push away with his other hand, only for it to be caught too. He looked back to Andy with wide eyes and a pale face.

"Andy!" he screamed. "Help!"

Andy blinked, not quite believing what he was seeing until Connor was drawn more into the screen. He rushed forward and reached for his friend just as he was sucked in further, arms nearly completely gone while his feet were beginning to lift from the floor. Andy grabbed Connor's legs and pulled to no effect.

"Pull!" Connor yelled.

"I am!" Andy yelled back, huffing as he tugged on his friend's legs.

"Harder!"

"You weigh a lot!"

"That's a laugh coming from Mr. Mountain Dew and Doritos!"

"My weight has nothing to do with pulling you from a sucking, impossible vortex!"

"You're right," Connor sighed. "I didn't mean to- mmph!"

Anything else Connor meant to say was lost as his head was drawn into the screen. Andy's jaw dropped as he backed away. Then he grit his teeth and grabbed his friend's flailing legs.

"Hey!" he shouted. "Stop kicking, I've got you, I've got you, I've...agghh!"

Whatever was pulling at Connor overpowered Andy and took not only the rest of his friend, but him as well into the swirling shades. Andy got out one last scream before he and Connor was drawn totally into the screen. For a few moments more of those colors swirled and then the screen turned black.

*

"Oof!"

"Ouch!"

Andy and Connor found themselves dumped onto a hard surface not too far from each other. Andy groaned and rolled onto his side while Connor sat up, idly rubbing his head. Though it was dark, there was enough star and moonlight to see each other. Connor let out a laugh as he stood.

"Haha!" he said, rushing over to his friend and extending a hand. "We're alive!"

"Yeah, but..." Andy said, grunting as he took Connor's hand and got to his feet. He stepped away and shook his hands while he looked around. "Where the hell are we?"

"Isn't it obvious?" Connor said, motioning towards their surroundings. They stood upon stone and there were several tall pillars around them of various heights and states of decay. Ahead of them was what looked like some sort of altar with a triangular shape inscribed upon it.

"Uh, no?" Andy said, glancing around.

"Really? Come on, give it one good guess."

"Umm, Australia?"

"No!" Connor exclaimed, then sighed. "We're at Spear Pillar!"

"Huh?"

"You know...? From the game?"

"What?" Andy blinked, and then looked around again. He laughed and shook his head. "No. No, we can't be."

"Why not?"

"Because Spear Pillar is fiction! It doesn't exist!"

"Right. It's just as likely Spear Pillar exists as us being pulled into a TV."

"Shut up."

"You know I'm right."

"Ok, maybe but you are but-"

The young men's squabbling was cut off by a certain chiming sound ringing nearby. They both turned towards the source near the altar and saw two globules colored dark blue and light purple respectively floating eerily in the air as they gave off the same glow as their colors. Both men blinked and then looked to the other.

"Alright Mr. Know-it-all," Andy said, gesturing towards the floating colors. "What's this?"

"Well," Connor said with a smug smile on his face. "I hate to say it again, but isn't it obvious?"

"What?" Andy sighed. "What's obvious?"

"Spear Pillar is where you fight and find Dialga and Palkia! They're being summoned now but..." His smile broadened. "This is Supreme Lewd Edition, remember?" He sighed and looked towards the colors lustfully. "I bet they're going to be busty and beautiful."

"No, no. That doesn't make any sense."

"Why not? The site did say the game was very immersive."

"Yeah, but this is beyond immersive! We're literally somewhere else!"

"So?"

"Well how are we going to get back."

To this Connor had no response. He shuffled uncomfortably.

"Exactly. Now-"

"Palkia."

"What?"

"She's the goddess of space, right? Well, a place is a space. She can just take us back."

"...what?"

"Yeah, just got to wait for her to appear. Just got to be patient."

"Be patient. Be patient!? Connor, we're..." Andy sighed and shook his head. He pointed at the globules. "Dialga and Palkia aren't going to just-"

The dark blue sphere suddenly shuddered and then shot towards Andy. The unprepared man shouted and stumbled back before falling on his butt as the orb sank into his body. He blinked and then collapsed, eyes staring up into the sky.

"Andy?" Connor said, rushing over to his friend. "Andy, are you ok?"

"Yeah..." Andy replied, sitting up. He frowned and scratched the back of his head. He looked to Connor, who had stopped just a few steps away from him. "I just feel a little..."

"-blue?" Connor hazarded, looking over his friend. Indeed, Andy did glow a strange shade of dark blue, but he hadn't seemed to notice it yet.

"No?" Andy frowned as he got to his feet. "No, I feel fine. What's the matter?"

Before Connor could reply, the remaining purple sphere launched towards and impacted him. The man stumbled forward with a grunt and fell into Andy's waiting arms.

"Whoa, whoa!" Andy said. "Steady there, buddy, steady."

Connor shook his head and stumbled groggily back. He looked down at his strangely purple hands for a few seconds before he heard a surprised yelp.

"You're purple!" Andy exclaimed.

"So?" Connor said. "You're blue!"

"I am not!" Andy said, putting his hands on his hips. Then he looked down and gasped as he noticed the wavering blue that suffused his form. "Holy shit, I'm blue!"

"I told you!" Connor snarled, pointing an accusatory finger at Andy. "You should listen to me more!"

"I should listen to you less!" Andy snarled back. "You're the reason we're in this mess."

"Yeah, and-" Connor blinked. "Andy! Your hand!"

"My hand? There's nothing wrong with my..." He blinked as he noticed both of their outstretched hands were beginning to look a little...different. "Your hand!"

They both retreated from each other as they turned their attention to their hands. Connor's fingers skin smoothed out as it took on a light purple coloration and his nails were growing out into likewise light purple colored claws that seemed sharper and sharper by the second. Meanwhile, Andy's digits were faring no better, taking on a dark blue shade while what appeared to be metal plating formed over his thickening fingers that likewise developed into claws. The two looked from their hands to each other with wide eyes and a question that couldn't quite get past their lips. Then they shuddered as one, their respective colors intensifying as the changes spread up their arms. Skin smoothed in what appeared to be scales as their arms thinned, the two only standing and staring as they endured their respective changes.

Darker purple bands formed around each of Connor's thinning wrists while that lighter purple crawled up the front of his likewise thinning arms while flared, segmented formations in the shape of gauntlets sprouted from just below the back of his wrists.

He clenched his clawed hands and groaned as that new coloration and smoothness shot up to his shoulders. Their broadness melted away, but it was difficult to tell as round, purple striped plates formed upon them, growing out from under his shirt before ripping the shoulders of it apart. A pink pearl formed in the center of this natural armor while across from him Andy stared at the tide of encroaching purple, the young man lamenting the loss of what musculature he had as it gave way to what appeared to be slender smoothness.

His shoulders too were soon bereft of their broadness, but he hardly noticed instead focusing on the grey diamond like shapes that formed on his elbows and ran up in a line towards his shrinking shoulders. Curiously, he pulled up his sleeves and blinked before looking across to Connor. He lifted a hand and pointed not an accusatory finger, but an accusatory claw this time at his friend.

"You!" he said. "This is your fault!"

"What?" Connor blinked and stepped back, holding up his hands. "How is this my fault? It was those...those spheres!"

He motioned towards the altar. Andy looked over and shook his head.

"And you're why we came into contact with those spheres in the first place!" Andy said. He groaned and held his suddenly aching head. "Oh, I should have stayed in my room!"

"And miss this?" Connor said. "This is awesome?"

"Awesome?" Andy shrieked, his tone rising both from panic and his Adam's apple melting away as that dark blue spread up his thinning, lengthening neck. "Dialga and Palkia aren't coming! We're turning into them!"

"I know!" Connor laughed, pumping his fists. "It's awes--urkh!"

The changing man clutched at his throat as the light purple likewise crawled up his neck. He let out a squeak that rose in pitch, his jaws abruptly aching as it began to press out into an entirely different configuration. He shook his head and his hair fell away as a light purple crest pushed out of his reshaping skull.

"Awesome?" Andy shrieked again as the dark blue spread up his head. His eyes flashed red and then remained that color while his sclera darkened to black. "That's not awesome at all!"

To this Connor could offer no response. He was more concerned with how his head was continuing to change, jaws pressing out into a suitably pink draconic muzzle while his nose shrank into two small slits for his new snout. Two light purple horn-like tusks pressed out and up from either side of his new jaw, lengthening just enough to press out a little farther than his muzzle.

Meanwhile, the crest atop his head grew larger and heavier as he blinked watering eyes, their color likewise turning red and sclera black. His ears sank into the sides of his plated head while his neck continued to lengthen a little longer. Conor grit his teeth as they became smaller in number but far sharper, the only visible ones being the fangs that poked out from the top of his muzzle.

His tongue thickened, filling his broader jaws and falling out of his muzzle for only a second before retreating back to where it belonged. He shook his head, still fighting for a response while a triangular set of purple lines framed his collar bones before running up his neck in a similarly triangular shape before coming down to his back.

His back!

He lurched forward and bent over, resting his clawed hands on his shaking knees while that crest that pointed from his hand grew down the back of his neck to his back where two fixed wings burst from his back. He panted, hoarsely and yet so femininely and heard a similar sound.

Surprised, he looked up and caught sight of Andy doing his own moaning and groaning as his head likewise changed. Or really, changed but in a different way. Where Connor's crest protruded forward, Andy's skull sloped back dark blue and nearly crystalline in shape. Andy did grow a draconic muzzle of his own, but his fangs protruded from his lower jaw and the backward slope of his skull made it seem to be shorter than Connor's.

Andy searched for his ears and hair with his clawed hands, but they were nowhere to be seen on his smooth dark blue head. Instead they found something else of interest as two metallic fanglike horns grew around his mouth, their metallic base stretching back beyond and above his head into horns along with another set of metallic horns beside his eyes that pressed up into pointed triangular peaks. Lastly, three metallic spines grew from the back of his neck though he hardly noticed them, instead seething as he stared at his Palkia headed friend.

"This..." Andy said, pointing with both clawed hands at his head. He blinked at the sound of his voice, but continued on anyways. "...is awesome?"

"Yeah!" Connor said, nodding his head. "It is awesome. We're, like, turning into Palkia and Dialga." He paused. "Like?"

"So? We sound like chicks!"

"Really? Because you sound like a bitch to me."

"Why you..." Andy narrowed his eyes at his friend. "Don't you realize what's going on here?"

"Yeah, we're-"

"Not just turning into Palkia and Dialga!" Andy screeched. "Don't you remember the title screen?"

"Yeah? And..." Connor blinked. "Oh."

"Yeah, oh," Andy said, putting his hands on his hips. He was about to say more, but then his hips suddenly creaked apart with a painless but very audible crack of bone. He looked down and stared in shock at his wide set of hips now, proportions soon replicated and improved as across from him Connor experienced his own expansion of his hips, though his set was wider. "Oh. Oh no. Oh, tits!"

Andy didn't exclaim this just to say tits for nothing. The dark blue smoothness had swept down his chest and his nipples had stiffened and thickened as the wave also smoothed out his stomach, shed his hair, and pressed his waist more inward. Soon after, soft, sensitive flesh had begun to gather under his erect, increasingly sensitive nipples and press out into small mounds. They didn't stay small for long, however, demanding to be known as they swelled larger and larger so that Andy could see and feel the growth of his burgeoning breasts.

He brought his clawed hands to his pajama top and meant to take it off but instead tore it to shreds, exposing not only his growing tits, but the metallic chestplate growing beneath them and the blue diamond in its center. The plate grew to latch around his shoulders while two metallic spines pressed out and back of its top corners. There was still plenty of free space beneath the top and the bottom and Andy stared in concern at this space as he cupped his new breasts.

He tried to push them back, but this only seemed to spur on their growth, the changing man shuddered as the tingles sent from the pleasurable touches. Before long, his cock had risen erect and hard and why wouldn't it be? Though the boobies were blue and his, they were still breasts nonetheless and he still couldn't help but be aroused by the sight of them. So aroused in fact that he couldn't stop himself from squeezing his breasts again. His member stiffened and throbbed and then shrank slightly, retreating in between thighs that were thickening as they took on a deep blue coloration.

"Tits indeed!" Connor said and he felt...excited? Certainly aroused, his cock pressing obviously against the front of his pants. The changed and still changing man blinked. Something was enticing about all of this and, as he looked at his altering friend, he couldn't help but lick his snout. Those tits did look good and he looked forward to having his own, just as the Palkia at the title screen had. Would his be as big? Or bigger?

"Totes bigger," he murmured, looking down at his still flat chest. It would remain that way for now, his feet instead aching. Hopping on one foot, he tore off one shoe and then the other just in time for his altering feet to tear through his socks. He rested both feet on the floor and stared at them, marveling as five toes became three light purple talons while a fourth talon pressed out of the back of his thickening, flatter feet.

The light purple smoothness spread up his legs and he couldn't help but wiggle his hips, letting out a sigh of relief as his jeans fell around his pants and allowing him to see as his legs lengthened and hair fell away in favor of that slightly shiny smoothness. He reached down his hands and tore away his underwear too, stepping out of the remains of his pants and underwear while he rubbed thickening thighs together.

Now nearly nude, he nodded in approval as twin purple lines curled around his curvy hips before meeting in the back at the base of his spine. He gasped as something began to press out, a nubby purple shape that wriggled before it pulsed and lengthened. Almost instinctively a clawed hand went to his shaft and he began to rub his hand up and down his length for only a few moments as that nub, that start of his tail, continued to grow before he realized his cock was likewise retreating.

He paused and placed his hands on his wide and widening hips, shuddering as his new light purple tail tipped by dark purple lengthened while between his legs his manhood shriveled. Shriveled, then shrank and Connor couldn't help but smile as he watched it go and why not? It looked out of place on his smooth, mostly light purple body, a stark contrast to his increasingly feminine form. It needed to go so that he could have so fun.

No.

Connor shook his head. Her head. She giggled. It needed to go so that she could have some fun. She because she was female. Well, not quite yet sexually, but she soon would be. She panted in anticipation, eyeing her shriveling package as it pulled up tightly against her smoother crotch and then shuddered as her tail surged with another pleasurable bout of growth. She was so close, she knew, so close and yet-

The new female paused and blinked, one hand coming to rest upon her muzzle. Is this what she wanted? To be a curvy, girly, busty and buxom Palkia?

"Ummm..." she murmured in that high pitched tone that seemed more sultry now. Not only that, but more bubbly as well. Carefree, but she had always been carefree. Isn't that how she had gotten Andy and her in this mess in the first place?

But was it really a mess?

She wasn't sure and it was becoming harder and harder to think of why it would be a mess. Any thought of concern that bubbled up in her mind popped before she had but a second or two to consider it. If her concerns were so fleeting, then why worry at all?

Connor shuddered, her tail thickening and lengthening a bit more while thick purple stripes grew down either side of her crotch as the rest of her hair fell away, leaving her smooth and mostly lightly purple all over. She stared at what lay between her crotch, a shriveling sad excuse of masculinity and indeed did feel some concern at it. It had to go, just like those troubling thoughts that simply popped into blissful nothingness in her mind. But how to deal with it...?

She giggled again. Of course she knew what to do! She brought her clawed hands to her crotch and pressed down and what remained of her masculinity likewise retreated. In and in it went until it couldn't help but disappear into what were her forming feminine folds, sensitive flaps of flesh that readily devoured what had been her masculinity and accepted what little was left of her shaft as its nubby pink clit. She pressed in again and gasped, claws sinking into her new womanhood. She moaned and pressed in a little farther still while her inner passage continued to form further into her before opening up into her new womb. She shuddered, staring blankly ahead as pleasure washed over her.

A moment later, she giggled yet again and withdrew her talons that dripped with some of her arousal while more of that same arousal leaked down between her thick thighs as her tail experienced its last bout of growth, now a thick, muscular limb that rested against the floor. She looked over her shoulder at it and smiled proudly, though some of that happiness fell away as she saw the sorry state of her butt. It was so flat! A thought rose that declared that's how it should be, but it had no place to exist in the new Palkia's increasingly empty mind and so it simply faded away into nothingness. Indeed, her rear soon became much less fat as it ballooned out bigger and rounder and became so much more fun to look at it and grope. The Palkia giggled and placed her hands on her rear, panting and moaning and rubbing her thick thighs together as she felt her butt grow and grow.

"Connor?"

The Palkia...no, Palkia blinked and looked up. Her friend, that near Dialga, stared at her while hefting tits that were still swelling, the shredded remains of her pajama pants around her feet. Palkia admired the Dialga's newly revealed legs, long, sexy and slender with their dark blue coloration and lighter lines of blue that run up to encompass her hips, and then she pouted, wishing for tits of her own. She looked down at her own flat chest and then to the Dialga who stared at her questioningly. Palkia didn't stare back, but instead at those breasts, feeling jealousy surge up in her core. But...why was she jealous? Sure, she and Dialga were usually rivals or at least not very friendly, but this wasn't just any Dialga, this was her friend...er, what was his name again? She couldn't remember, and she giggled that lack of remembrance off, the Dialga now looking at her with concern.

"Uh Connor, are you, urgh, ok?"

"Like, of course I'm ok," Palkia purred, stepping towards the Dialga while swaying both her hips and her tail. The Dialga stepped back, grunting and moaning as she hefted her tits. She lowered her gaze and her red eyes widened as she caught sight of what lay between Palkia's legs. In return, Palkia giggled and wiggled her hips while staring at the cock that pressed shriveled but still stiff from the Dialga's crotch.

"You're a girl?" The Dialga shrieked and Palkia couldn't help but giggle at this.

"Well, duh!" she said, any thought of that not being so seeming to sink down into her chest where a warmth was growing. "So are you!"

"I am totes not a girl!" The Dialga denied, then blinked. "Totes? No, no, no...I'm not...I'm not..."

She stumbled back and held her head, giving Palkia the opportunity she needed to flit forward and grab the Dialga's ample chest. No, just Dialga, for that who her friend was. They were legendary, after all, and not just for how well endowed they were, or soon would be. Palkia hissed as she squeezed Dialga's breasts, kneading the soft flesh between her claws before that warmth blossomed on her chest into something new, something real.

Breasts bloomed from her chest while her sides tucked in, her hourglass figure more full and defined by the second as her already curvy form resculpted to become even curvier. She shivered and moaned, her hot breath falling across Dialga's concerned while Palkia embraced the confused legendary, her covered nascent breasts pressing against Dialga's full rack while her arms wrapped around her friend and rival both. She couldn't help but moan as her dark purple nipples thickened and pressed pleasingly against her shirt, rubbing against Dialga's own.

"S-stop!" Dialga moaned. "Connor, please..."

"Please what?" Palkia hissed, nuzzling Dialga's neck before giving it a long lick, enjoying how her partner trembled at the touch. "Like, what do you want me to do?"

"Just..."

"Help you with this?" Palkia giggled, one hand dropping to grab at Dialga's crotch while the other lowered to squeeze at a rear that began to inflate while a thick tail pressed out above it. Dialga stiffened and tried to respond, but she could only moan in response and then squeal in surprise and pleasure as Palkia pressed stiffly against her cock. Just like that it slid in between her thighs and a new opening formed, feminine folds that pulsed warm and wet already. Dialga gasped and her eyes widened as she stared at Palkia in shock.

"Connor!" she exclaimed, panting and shivering, causing their busts to rub together. Palkia's breasts, already large and getting even larger, but now Dialga's were swelling against as if they had sensed some competition. Palkia giggled at this thought, squeezing Dialga's plumping rear while her other hand traced around the edges of her folds. Dialga squirmed again and yet made no effort to push away. In fact, she seemed to be drawing closer to Palkia and this caused her to smile.

"You totally like this, don't you?" Palkia said. "You can admit it or something."

"N-no!" Dialga denied. "I'm, like..." She pouted. "Like, like nothing!" She frowned and yet she leaned into Palkia's caresses, even wiggling her rear and tail. Still, she mewled and looked Palkia in the eyes and saw only a dim, lustful expression in those red eyes. "Connor, we gotta, like..."

"What?" Palkia asked. "Like, totes fuck?"

"What?" Dialga said, and then drew away, retreating uncertainly on clawed feet that clacked against the stone. She huffed and crossed her arms under her breasts, tits that were certainly bigger than her head and then some and yet still swelling.

"Yeah!" Palkia said, nodding her head enthusiastically, breasts bobbing. They were still smaller than Dialga's own, but she didn't care. Like the other legendary, hers were still swelling and she couldn't help but giggle and hold her breasts before realizing they were still covered. She quickly tore off her shirt and set her sight on her now exposed breasts, squeezing and caressing them, the now totally nude dragoness moaning and huffing as the sensitive, smooth flesh sent shivers of pleasure down her spine.

"Connor, we can't, like, fuck," Dialga insisted.

"Like, why not?" Palkia said, tilting her head. She shuddered as her breasts swelled larger even as she continued to grope them. They were hefty and heavy now and yet they were no burden to her. "We could totes do it forever!" She licked her muzzle. "You're the Goddess of Time. You could give us all the time in the world we need! And, like, I could give us all the space."

"That sounds fun!" Dialga said, then frowned. She dropped her arms to rest on her wide hips instead and shook her head, her large breasts bobbing. "No, no, that's..." Her eyes caught sight of her breasts and she couldn't help but hold them, then cup them, and then squeeze them while they grew bigger and her eyes became dimmer. "Umm, that's tota...totes...er..."

"You okay there?" Palka asked, stopping groping herself to focus her full attention on the other dragoness. And why would she not? The Dialga across from her was finely figured, a true goddess with her huge breasts, almost exaggeratedly wide hips, and those thighs! Palkia sighed and stepped forward, staring at those thighs and that cute, puffy pussy nestled between them.

"Umm, I...I..." Dialga blinked and continued to blink and every time she did so her breasts swelled just a little larger and her eyes became a little dimmer. She let out a giggle and that felt...right? Ok? What was wrong with a little giggling? What was wrong with a little fun? What was wrong with enjoying what was hers? She wiggled her rear and looked over her shoulder at her butt, a plump posterior that seemed so familiar, a backside that she once longed to see and now here it was! A gropeable bubble butt with what looked like metallic upward facing wides and a nice thick tail to go along with it, a tail that had a myriad of uses aside from helping her keep her balanced. She giggled again, imagining just how she might use that tail on herself when she realized that she had been thinking of something else prior to thoughts of tits, tails, and tail fucking. What was it again?

The dragoness stared down at her breasts, but there was no help there in thinking but they were so much fun! She squeezed and groped them some more while taking extra care to massage her nipples as well. She shivered and then stopped. No, she had to think. Think, think, think about...what? There wasn't really much in her mind aside from thoughts of tits and bits, of squeezing and groping, of having fun with herself and her partner.

Partner!

She looked up and there was Palkia looking at her with so much concern and also a lot more lust. The other dragoness approached her and she meekly stepped back. Something still seemed off, something still seemed wrong, and yet she couldn't help but feel a warmth rise in her crotch as she looked over the other dragon. Like her, she was a goddess in more than just name or power. She looked like the perfect fusion of Palkia and female, draconic and feminine, thickly thighed and smoothly scaled with a set of breasts that seemed to have finally stopped swelling at a rather large size that perfectly matched hers.

They were perfect for each other, she realized, and still she stepped back before gently guiding herself down to sit her rounded rear that upon altar and its triangular symbol upon where those spheres had floated. She laid back and Palkia followed her down, straddling her while she pressed her rack against Dialga's set. They moaned and hissed before Dialga brought her muzzle against Palkia's and they kissed for a few seconds before withdrawing.

"Mmm," Palkia hissed, staring with lustful eyes at the other dragoness. "You're cute."

"And you're, like..." Dialga moaned as their stiff nipples rubbed against each other. "So sexy."

"What do you say?" Palkia asked. "Wanna, like, totes fuck, Goddess of, um...?"

"Time!" Dialga giggled. "You're such a ditz!"

"I'm not!" Palkia pouted. "Just a little airheaded!"

"That's, like, the same thing!" Dialga said, reaching up to place her hands on Palkia's luscious hips. "I mean...I think it is? But like, is this the right place, oh Goddess of...like..."

"Space?" Palkia snorted. "See, you're the ditz!"

"I am totes not!"

They giggled and Palkia nuzzled the other dragoness. She looked around.

"Yeah, this works for me," she hissed lustfully.

"Me too," Palkia purred back and then the two were at it, breasts pressed together, muzzled locked to each other, and tails entwined while one slit grinded against the other. They hissed and shuddered, two draconic goddesses of different disciplines making love all the same and loving it all the more, any concerns and worries of what they had been or where they once were overwhelmed by their lustful desire and certainly not a priority in their otherwise empty minds. For now, they were creatures of lust and love and there was no doubt that they were basking in their true nature, joined cries echoing through the temple of origination.

They were so caught up in the heat of the moment, of that lust and love, that it seemed like it would last forever and it might have had not a voice called across the temple.

"Um, hello?"

The dragoness duo stopped and turned lustful eyes towards the source of the voice, a young man in a ball cap with heavy clothing and with a belt upon that held a few colorful Pokeballs. He looked upon the two with a look of astonishment, awe, and, of course, lust. The dragonesses looked to each other and smiled.

"He's cute!" said one.

"He's sexy!" said the other.

"He's, like, mine!" they both said.

The two voluptuous and very nude goddesses stood and started towards the man, breasts bouncing and tails and hips swaying while he took them in, mouth dropping as he took in just how endowed they were. Those breasts, those hips, those thick thighs and these were just the two he was looking for! Needless to say, he felt like the luckiest trainer in the world.

"Hi there," Palkia purred into his ear with a giggle while her breasts bounced enticingly in front of his eyes. Meanwhile Dialga stood with her rear facing the man, her tail lifting to show off that plump rump in all its glory and the promise of her wet pussy between her legs. She looked over her shoulder at him with those lustful red eyes that only wanted one things, and she was all too ready to ask for it:

"Won't you 'catch' us, master?"