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This is an adult work of fiction. If you're under 18 just go and watch the pokemon anime instead of reading this.

This story contains sex between a Male Salamence and a female human

Pokemon and all recognised characters, places and creatures belong to nintendo, the author is in no part associated with the creators or sponsors. No copyright infringement is intended.

The characters of Lear and Malkin are mine.

This is my first story. I do hope you enjoy it and please do take the time to comment.

Tongues of flame reached up into the darkness of the night sky, as if they were aiming to touch the glimmering full moon above it. The fire itself stood out as a lone beacon of human life amidst the cold forbidding heights of the mountains.

The area around the fire had been cleared of snow revealing the frozen brown earth that lay beneath.

The light from the fire illuminated the clearing and it's occupants, whilst casting eerie shadows off the inhabitants and the evergreens that surrounded them, scaring off any curious wild Pokémon. This effect was superfluous as one the of people within the clearing wasn't a person but rather, a very strong Pokémon. A salamence to be precise.

This particular salamence was called Malkin after a character in a book his trainer read as a child. Like every other member of his race Malkin was a large blue, red and white dragon in possession of a set of large wings and a set of intimidating spines clustered at the side of his head pointing sideways. unlike his fellows Malkin's body was covered in a series of dark blue markings, neither he nor his trainer knew why he had them and both had grown accustomed to them.

The other person with the clearing was, Malkin's trainer, her name was Lear. Despite the cold conditions and the constant threat of snow on the mountain, she was only wearing a set of blue half length jeans and a black short sleeved shirt with the name Enter Salamence emblazoned on the left breast. Hair as white and free as the driven snow cascaded down her back, contrasting with her shirt while the fire dyed her pale skin a light shade of orange. Her posture and the firm set of her face, was as if she was challenging the weather to a game of chicken, while Lear wasn't winning, she wasn't loosing either.

The two had been good friends and partners for the last ten years. If anything their relationship with each other was more akin to siblings. Malkin treated her like a younger sister, fiercely protecting her from anyone who tried to harm her and making sure those that do cause her harm regret it. The same was true Lear treated Malkin just like a younger brother. Keeping him in-line, caring for his injuries and helping him when he made mistakes.

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Lear shivered and leant closer to the fire, in an attempt to catch some of the heat radiated from it. This doesn't count as giving in, I just don't want to get frostbite, she reasoned.

Malkin's great blue head ghosted over her shoulder "give it up Lear, you can't beat nature" he huffed, his breath coming out as a mist "besides, I've heard that Articuno lives in these mountains, he might accept you challenge and freeze you solid" HIs forked tongue hung out the side of his mouth, in what was his version of a human smirk.

Malkin's speech didn't surprise Lear in the slightest, ever since she'd found him as a Bagon, there'd been sporadic bouts of comprehension between the two, these had become more and more frequent ever since Malkin had evolved three weeks ago. Lear turned to get a good look at Malkin's face, his tongue was still hanging out the left side of his mouth, somehow he managed to look both adorable and stupid at the same time. "You complete gorm" she said, lovingly bopping him on the nose.

They both sat in silence for a few minutes, Lear staring into the distance whilst Malkin stared into the fire, watching figures within dance and twist in an infinite pattern within the vibrant flames.

What would have kept humans interested for hours quickly bored the dragon Pokémon. He was a master of fire, although it didn't run through his veins like fire types he could still understand and manipulate it. "Lear" he said trying to get his trainers attention. No response, she carried on staring into the distance oblivious to him. Fine he thought if you want to play hardball, two can play that game. He shifted his body closer to hers so his next move was a lot easier.

****

Something stroked Lear's face, something warm and wet, it was more than enough to drag her out of her reverie. She'd once laughed at her friends description of being awakened in the middle of the night by his Mightyena. "like a slab of defrosting meat pressed lovingly against you." She now had a pretty good idea what he meant.

What was the human phrase, ohh how did it go now, muscles twitched in the salamence's face as he tried to remember. Got it, "penny for your thoughts?"

"hmm" Lear sill felt a little spaced out, her eyes were still possessed a slight glaze and her face was still lined with focus.

Malkin snorted, he really did care for his trainer and would protect her from anything or anyone that threatened her physically or verbally but sometimes she really was impossible. "I said, a penny for your thoughts"

"ahh, sorry"

"Sorry". Malkin both loved and hated hearing her say that word to him. He loved it because it showed that she cares for him, but and it was a big but that Malkin would often shiver at. It could also mean he was failing in his duty as her guardian. This time it was okay, she was apologising for not paying attention.

"An old, sad memory, it's happy to. You should know Malkin, it was when we first met. It was a night just like this, clear sky, full moon and we're in mountains. Some coincidence hey?" She grinned

****

In his head Malkin cursed, he had to come here. Tradition dictated a return to one's home for this to happen, which in their case was impossible so instead he'd had to find the closet substitute, the rest was coincidence, still every accident is an opportunity, calm her down, make her forget about this coincidence and besides This might be a good thing.

His memories of being a Bagon were faint. His clearest memories were those of jumping off cliffs in a futile attempt at flight. Every time he failed, she'd be there. Lear with her glorious smile, welcoming arms and her soothing words.

"You haven't told me that story in a long time. Please tell it to me. I can't remember this one at all." He said putting every ounce of charm and weazling in it he had at his disposal in the haope that it might draw her attention away from the "coincidence".

" I don't see why not" Lear placed her had in front of her mouth in an attempt to stop herself from giggling "we've not had story time for a long time" her voice took on a more maternal bearing "come around and give your mother a big hug, sit in her lap and listen to her story".

The whole serious image was spoiled by two things. Firstly "mother" was barely managing to contain her laughter at the surrealist nature of what was happening and second the child was at least three times bigger than the mother which might make the whole lap sitting a wee bit awkward.

Eventually they settled for a compromise. Lear lay back against the salamence's flank where the great beasts body heat would keep her warm and his flanks the perfect pillow, while his wing would be a perfect canopy in case it started to snow again. Malkin was far too large to sit in her lap, but he did it best, by lovingly laying his head in her lap so he could gave up at her, eyes staring in rapt abandon at his trainer, his entire body was attentively tuned toher voice and the tale it wove.

****

The full moon hung high in the sky casting light down, on the town of Fallabor below in the Hoenn region and the nearby landmark of meteor falls.

Wiping tears from her eyes a young girl is struggling up the hill, she's been crying for a long time. Her eyes were bloodshot and her tears had left traces running down her face. This poor young girl's name was Lear and she had every right to be upset. Her evil mother had told her, that they were leaving for the distant unova region. The perfect place to "begin again". A new place, with no friends and nothing familiar.

So the brave little girl made a decision, she would make a friend that her mother couldn't take away. A Pokémon, a friend for life, who would be her playmate, her guardian and a loyal companion who would never abandon her.

Her belt carried two items: the first a stolen pokéball with which she would catch her new friend, the second was the ball containing her mother's Vaporeon for protection. So equipped, she had set out from her mother's house an hour ago.

Despite her small ten year old frame she was able to reach the peak of the falls where the caves that riddled the mountain opened onto the outside world. "A lifelong friend one that wouldn't betray her", she held that treasured idea in her head. The strength and desire of idea was perfect to sustain our hero allowing her to push beyond tiredness and scraped knees.

The dark caves were scary, but our hero had no reason to be afraid of anything, she had a Pokémon with her and she was determined. Which for a ten year old is more than enough.

Inside the caves there were Pokémon everywhere, but none of them were right, some were too icky, like the zubat whilst others were useless like the magikarp which flopped around in the water, the lunatone and solrock were fascinating to the little girl. How did they float? Why do they look like the sun and the moon? Her questions addressed to the world went unanswered. Besides there was something creepy about their eyes, red dots of light surrounded by black, so she moved on going deeper, looking for something else.

She carries on deeper into the cave system looking for, the right Pokémon, it's dark and the stalactites are casting shadows making it appear that the cave has teeth. Worried our hero pressed the release button on the pokéball calling out vaporeon. With the reassuring presence of the aquatic eon at her side our hero pressed onwards.

A few wild Pokémon stepped out in challenge but the noble vaporeon saw them off easily, now as they walked they would leave unconscious Pokémon behind them. Before long there was light at the end of the tunnel. Our hero had reached the other side of meteor falls,

"Mamma, mamma!" A voice cried out. Whoever owns that voice is in trouble. It sounded shrill and high pitched, so the voice was probably owned by a child. A child was in trouble. Abandoning her quest for Pokémon our hero races along the Cliffside path, that she found herself on after exiting the cave system.

In the west the sun was almost below the horizon, what little light was left giving the horizon an orange glow, which spread back towards Lear's eyes, obscuring the details in the distance, so much so that rustboro normally a small cluster of yellow was almost blotted out by the orange.

"help, please someone help me, they've taken my mamma and papa" The same voice only this time it was much closer. It was enough for Lear to stop running and started looking. Whatever it was it must have come from somewhere very close.

That couldn't be right. To her right was the edge of the path, and a steep drop down to the crashing seas of the eastern ocean. In front was nothing except the winding dirt track and the lights of Rustboro and to the right a cave, the voice was clearly human and nearby but no human would live in a cave would they? Lear stood still and dwelt on that thought.

Maybe it wasn't a human after all, but a Pokémon. like all people our hero had heard tales of a talking meowth and trainers that shared a deep bond that could understand their Pokémon . So maybe the voice was a talking Pokémon. Our hero grins at the thought of a talking Pokémon, it would make the perfect friend to take with her to her new home. Someone she could talk to, tell her secrets to and to reassure her when she had doubts. This sounded like music to her ears so without hesitation Lear entered the cave.

At least that was her intention. When she tried to enter the cave two large men came running out knocking her aside. Both of them were wearing weird uniforms: Blue trousers with a white pattern, a blue and white striped top and a blue bandanna with a white design on it. Neither of them had the decency to apologise before they ran south towards Rustboro as if Darkrai himself were chasing them.

"Mama" she could still hear the voice crying out, whatever those two strange men had been doing in there, they had not done anything to help out that poor child or as our hero now suspected poor distressed Pokémon. Ignoring the dust she'd accumulated from her time on the floor, Lear recalled vaporeon to avoid scaring anything within the cave and thus prepared ran into the cave.

Contrary to her expectations, the cave was actually quite well lit, between the dying light of the sun and some shiny moss, there was enough light to illuminate the entire cave. At first glance the cave seemed empty. That couldn't be right, she'd defiantly heard a voice in here.

There a loose pile of twigs that could have once been a nest but now looked like the den of a small creature. Lear bent over examining the twigs. There was a scream and a small blue Pokémon ran out of the twigs. The creature didn't get far as in its panic it didn't look where it was going and ran straight into Lear's legs bringing it to an astounded halt.

"Mamma!" It yelled. Lear didn't recognise the Pokémon, but it was obviously distressed and being the kindly soul she was. She bent down and gave it a hug. The small Pokémon resisted for a second, before it relaxed into the warm embrace, for the first time in the last hour it felt safe.

"Mamma, they took Mamma and Dadda, the bad men took Mamma and Dadda" The blue dragon spoke in-front of Lear confirming her earlier thoughts, this Pokémon was the source of the cries for help. Furthermore it had lost its parents and those two people leaving the cave had taken them, leaving this child all alone. It was enough to make our innocent hero angry. Despite this she felt a kinship with the diminutive Pokémon, her parent had betrayed her whilst it's parents had been taken.

This was just what she had been looking for, an unusual Pokémon that she felt a kinship with. This would be a perfect friend to take with her. Our hero crouches down so she's at eye level with the dragon and holds out the unused pokéball at her belt.

"If you want push that button and I will take care of you." At her words the mon's eyes lit up at the prospect of a new mother to care for him, it reached forward and without hesitation pressed the button on the capsule Lear was holding. There was a flash of red and the diminutive figure vanished sucked into the ball. It rocked: once, twice, thrice before clicking indicating a successful capture. Our hero promptly picks up the ball and summons her catch, the red light flashes again and the dragon is once again standing in front of her.

"you need a name" said our hero. She stands for a minute thinking of a good name. Her eyes open and she smiles a motherly smile, "I know exactly what to call you, Malkin. After the voice of air and darkness." Lear turned to the dragon "what do you think about it Malkin?" The air is filled with an uneasy silence before Malkin twitches the corners of his mouth up in a grin, exposing his sharp fangs.

With that acceptance Pokémon and trainer walked out of the cave together and headed for home, neither caring about the consequences of their actions for each of them had found a friend

****

"and that is the story of how Lear met her partner Malkin " Lear gave a motherly smile looking down upon her companion. "It's been a long walk to get out here and I would like my sleep.

It didn't take long for Lear to drift off to sleep, partially due to the comfort of her backrest and partially because mountain climbing even with a flying dragon is tiring.

Time passed, overhead the moon moved slowly across the sky, almost cartoon like except much slower. Malkin knew that because, when he was younger before he had left with Lear on her journey, he'd often spent long times sitting on the sofa either alone or with Lear just watching the TV. Out here though there was no TV there was no comfy leather sofa, just frozen ground and a campfire. Instead there was just him, his sleeping mistress, his thoughts and memories.

Any memory of the time he spent with Lear was a treasured memory, each one carefully preserved an enshrined in the mental equivalent of an altar which itself was kept inside the mental equivalent of fort Knox. Malkin decided against examining his memories, he treated them like old photographs. If you exposed them too much they grew dry and faded all feeling lost from them. Instead he chose something that wouldn't cause his memories to fade, as these ones were burned into his skin and scale. Mistakes he should never make again.

Scars. Large amounts of them. Most of them Malkin have incurred as a foolish bagon. He wanted to fly so badly he'd jump off anything, not caring about what lay beneath. He'd had three near brushes with death after jumping from great heights onto sharpened rocks. These were mostly small scars but they made up the bulk of his scars, they were everywhere: his chest, flanks, legs and even his neck carried them. His other scars he was more proud of, these were honourable ones. Though to an observant eye they still looked like a bright silver lines beneath his blue scales.

Too any Pokémon they would have spoken volumes which when combines with his odd dark blue markings was more than enough to scare off all but the toughest foes. Every mark to their eyes was distinctive. His most recent mark for example was a long jagged slash the ran up his foreleg where a scyther had gotten inside his guard before he could burn it out with a flamethrower. Most of his battle scars also originated from his time as a bagon, despite his small stature and apparent lack of strength made many think he was an easy target but they all learned very quickly that Malkin was no push over.

Coming to the end of his survey Malkin took the opportunity to view his most distinguished scar, this one stood out from the others being almost black in contrast to his others. He could remember how it got it well.

****

Not long after his final evolution from a Shelgon to a Salamence, they'd retuned to visit Lear's mother in Undella town. The visit was short and bitter as even eight years after their first falling out the two of them still didn't see eye to eye. The visit had ended how it allways did. Lear losing her temper over one of her mothers comments about her duty tofind a man and be his housewife and swearing at her mother. In return her mother would threaten Lear with being disowned before Malkin would step in and warn both of them to behave. As a Salamence he was even more effective than normal.

They'd been preparing to leave when some crazy dude dressed in a purple and amber cloak and decked out with many pendants arrived followed by a three headed dragon. Before we could leave he declared this village and it's land were his and that he should be worshipped as it's king.

The villagers would have none of that. Every trainer in the village tried to fight him but they were all burned down by the dragon's fire. Enraged by the villagers defiance he ordered his dragon to begin burning the houses down. We stepped in at that point having just arrived from the takeoff zone.

The battle was long, bitter and slightly creepy as occasionally, the left head would begin randomly laughing and attempt to bite its own wings, whilst the other two would argue. As the left head turned to bite the middle head Malkin saw his moment and dove in for the knockout. Despite the argument the black dragon was having with itself, it was able to launch a futile counter attack. Malkin's dragon claw did it's work knocking the creature, however the countering shadow claw had left its mark. A long black trail that would be seared into his skin and scale for his entire life.

****

Finished admiring his own scars Malkin turned his attention to Lear. despite his best efforts Lear had also taken hits. The backs of her hands were the most scarred, white lines scored their way across them like some perverse drawing. Her arms had fared much better than her hands, they were mostly clear of injuries but those that were on there weren't pretty. They were horrible puckered red marks, mostly small leftovers from younger misadventures, but they were interspersed by much larger more recent ones. Her perfect face was marred by a small patch of skin that had been burned by a wild arcanine that had gotten the drop on them and he hadn't been quick enough to block the flamethrower. He'd beaten himself up that night and for many nights after for failing to protect her, just like he would do.

As his gaze dropped down to examine her legs something caught his eye. That something was a set of brand new scars Malkin had never seen nor could he account for it, the others were either from training accidents or were defensive but these he couldn't place. Three marks on each arm all running parallel across the arm.

Where could they have come from? Malkin knew if he didn't find an answer it would annoy him constantly until he found out. Three marks, a very familiar pattern. In fact, that patter was very close, to use the human phrase "to hand" or more correctly to paw. I'd made those marks, I could see without any need to compare, that my talons had done that to her. I was both ashamed and curious about this new fact. I had no clue as to when and where these injuries had been sustained and why I had given them to her.

Training was out, I'd never attacked her there and she'd never had any reason to wear bandages on them except when... The hospital nearly a month ago, after Malkin had brought a badly injured Lear to their door after an expedition to the mountains that went horribly wrong. He had to know how did he injure her.

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These weren't nice mountains, these were the kind of mountains where, blizzards and other winter weathers came to rest and get training for their next assault on the lands below. With such conditions it would be the perfect spot for the legendary Articuno or Regice to stop off on their world travels. The plan was simple we'd explore the mountain, and see if any caves which might house these Pokémon existed and if they were indeed there, to try and capture one.

At least that had been the plan, however the mountains took our plan and ate it whole. We found the cave under less than ideal circumstances. Having been attacked by several very angry ice types on the way up, that combined with the blizzard of hail and snow had nearly crippled my poor Shelgon body. If it hadn't been for some quickly applied potions and aspear berries, my partner would have been all alone and unprotected on that mountain.

The entire experience gave me a true insight into how symbiotic our relationship is. I protect her from bad guys and she heals me up so I can carry on protecting her. Even so both of us were freezing so finding that cave came as relief, so long we could get off the mountain side all thoughts of capturing legendaries was long gone.

Ironically we'd unintentionally found what we were looking for. It was a large cave composed entirely of permaice, except for one side which opened up onto a shear face of the mountain, and even better than that, in the centre of the cave a single ice blue feather stood surrounded by a blue corona. I could feel the raw power emanating from it a good 50 meters away.

That's when our luck already down, hit rock bottom. We really should have twigged when the rumbling started, but we ignored it too fascinated with the icy feather. By the time the crunching of ice boulders started, making us jump it was far too late, the entrance was covered by a thick layer of ice and snow. We were trapped but we were professionals and we wouldn't panic.

We didn't for the first 30 minutes, unfortunately our luck got even worse, the wind changed. Meaning that instead of skimming along the mountainside the blizzard was blowing directly into the cave we were trapped in. Not only that our ropes had been left further down the mountain, to make the journey back down easier and all of Lear's electrical gadgets had frozen up and were useless.

I wasn't good with temperatures but I guessed that the temperature must have dropped by 100C, for me in my shell it was cold, I hated to think how my mistress was feeling, even in her mountain gear.

Whilst I'd been doing my thinking, my mistress had disappeared out of my sight, stupid, it's my job to protect her of course I should punish myself for my inattention but I had more important things to worry about. At times I missed my bagon body, it may not have been as study or as strong but, I had much more freedom and looking around was so much easier, now I had to turn my entire body around. Which when you can only see directly in-front of yourself is a real nightmare.

She was standing directly in front of the exit to the mountainside. Again I missed my bagon body, it may not have been strong but it had arms, with which I could attempt to hold on to prevent her dropping to certain death. As it was I had four stumpy legs and a shell, real useful. Before I could stop myself, I was yelling "mistress" and charging towards her with every intent of saving her. That was so stupid of me, I revealed my true feelings for her, indirectly. Even now I still kick myself for being so foolish. I was lucky as our periods of understanding were shorter then and all she must of hear was an urgent "shel, shelgon."

My words obviously got her attention, as she span round to what I was "shel, shelgoning about. I think it was genuine surprise in her eyes at seeing me chasing towards her at full pelt yellow eyes blazing inside my shell. Without flinching she bent down and caught me. One hand on each side, acting like a set of breaks on car, bringing me to a stop.

"Don't you worry" she said, I'm not about to jump off, I wouldn't survive, I doubt even you in your great white shell would survive. "Look I can't figure a way out of this, tell you what Malk, you get us out of this and I'll grant you any one request, anything, no matter what, if it's in my power I will do it for you.

My heart raced when she made this announcement, it was a perfect arceus given opportunity, I loved and desired her with all my heart and had done since I was a little bagon. All I had to do was get her out of here alive.

Easier said than done.

An hour passed, and the cave grew colder, at my suggestion, we cuddled up together to share what little body warmth we had.

Some time passed, I took an educated guess that we'd skipped the major frostbite zone. Trapped in the shell I'd had nothing to do during cool down breaks but to sit and watch bad TV. I felt the need to console her "don't worry, we've passed the frostbite zone. Not just that we will get out of here. I promise you that."

Not long after that Lear broke her silence. Her words were faint but I heard them clearly. Clearer than any other words I heard within the shell, "I'm hanging on for you, wherever we go, we go together." I didn't realise the significance of her words till we were out of there that day. It wasn't a declaration of love, but it told of the strength of our bond and her feelings for me.

By then the cold was effecting me, well part of me. On the outside my body was freezing, but inside I was burning with fire, the strength of my fury was sustaining me. I'd defended her from everything this land had thrown at us and now, I was going to fail her, the two of us felled by nature.

The fires in my mind began to spread at this point, leaving my mind and flowing into my blood. It was the strangest experience I've ever felt, my shell and legs were freezing, yet inside, it felt like liquid fire spreading through every inch of my frame. The closest I'd ever come to that experience before was stealing a bottle of whisky from her mother's cabinet, the taste running down my throat was like liquid fire before it became vapours. It wasn't just fire it was energy, the energy to stand up and do anything. I felt like I could stand up, not just stand up, I could reach the moon no problem, another planet definitely another galaxy maybe. Apparently evolution differs, from mon to mon. For me. My first evolution was unpleasant, the strange feeling of growing and shrinking all at once, gaining two extra legs wasn't fun either. This change was so much better. This was freedom, I exploded literally, bursting out of my shell, the only trace left of it was my underbelly protection and bad memories. My new limbs, felt a part of me that had always been there, yet at the same time they were brand new. I could and would fly. But the best thing was the power, I could feel it rippling inside me. A fire that will never be extinguished as long as I would live.

My celebratory roar was so loud it dislodged a large amount of snow from the cave mouth. With my new hearing, I could hear the soft thump it made as it hit the valley floor below. It was at this point, my enthusiasm dimmed, I might have been okay but Lear wasn't, she was nearly frozen to death, while I was brimming with the fires of life. It wasn't right.

What was once beyond my power was now at my beck and call, I called the fire from within me and let loose a powerful flamethrower attack into the cave, to increase the temperature. A minute I was forced to seal off the fire, as I was running short on breath. If I hadn't needed to breath I'd have done it anyway, as I knew from watching medical programs, is that raising a person's temperature too quickly could easily cause a damaging system shock.

Again and again, I opened my maw and released fire into the cave, until finally , Lear's colour had returned and her body was free of the ice that had been gathering upon her.

"W, wtr" her request came out, hoarse and broken. Water, oh the irony "Water, water, everywhere_Nor any _drop to drink", the rhyme of the ancient mariner had been one of Lear's favourite childhood songs, which definitely applied here. All of the snow nearby had evaporated away, besides who knew what germs could be in it, the ice walls of the cavern were made by a legendary Pokémon and wouldn't melt, the water in the bottles had also evaporated, that left. The only other liquid in the cave. The though chilled me to the bone.

Blood.

My blood.

It has to work, I have no choice I reasoned. My elongated legs allowed me to return to Lear quicker than I used to, with great deliberation, I stretched round taking advantage of my long and fully articulated neck and large head to reach my rear leg. There I took a deep breath of cold mountain air and bit.

It hurt, I mean really hurt, my new sharp teeth cut cleanly through my layers of scale and skin, reaching the flesh and blood beneath. Blood spurted out, not red like a humans nor was it a blue like in my previous forms, black blood, pure black blood. This worried me, I had no idea what effect my blood would have and whether there was enough fluid in there to sustain a human

It wasn't long before the flow of blood stopped, as I watched, my skin and scale knitted back together perfectly. As for Lear, her face had been stained back by the blood but she appeared to be fine. Even so, she needed serious medical treatment, I had no choice but to fly her out of there.

It took great effort but with some help from head, limbs and tail, I was able to get my trainer's semi-conscious form onto my back. It must have been here, in picking her up that my claw left marks that marred her perfect skin. she seemed to weight nothing at all up there. I though this next bit would be the hardest. However all I needed was to think about it and the appropriate memory and instincts would come to me. I'd heard of racial memories in certain pack Pokémon but to actually have one it was a strange experience.

Instinctively I knew how to clench the muscles within my legs to provide the perfect stance for liftoff. The feeling was great, releasing the clenched up power in my muscles, I launched up in the air, at the zenith of my leap I flapped my new wings for the first time. There was no stiffness, just pure motion. My wings caught the wind allowing me out into the freezing air. The strong winds battered my body, trying to keep me trapped in that cave, I would have none of it, my mouth opened and I roared defiance at the skies. With a few more wing beats I shrugged off the wind and then we were clear of the mountain. We weren't home safe yet, but we were free of the mountain.

A triumphant smile erupted across my face, we'd survived and that meant. I turned my head to check on my passenger, she was limp, lying on her front against my back. She was still conscious though so I had to say it "hey, you owe me that request." It was hard to keep the triumphant tone out of my voice. The thermals beneath me buoyed me up, lifting my spirits. I angled my wings, turning towards civilisation and medical care.

****

The memory faded from the eye of Malkin's mind. It truly was an Arceus sent chance that the event that had caused his evolution would also allow him to complete the ritual. It wasn't fully his choice, his people demanded it once he'd chosen a prospective mate he had no choice but to complete the ritual. Even so he wanted to complete the ritual of his own violation.

Something tapped on Malkin's flank, and again, the same amount of pressure this time in a different place. This poking was accompanied by the sound of yawning. Lear was awake.

"I have to know, why are we here?" Lear asked "come on then tell me what do you want and why here?" It was one his trainer's strange quirks that she could go from fast asleep to wide awake with virtually no in-between time

Malkin shook his head and attempted to look bashful, which was enough to bring a smile to his trainers puzzled face

"what do you know of Salamence mating rituals?" said Malkin, despite his calm almost offhand way of asking the question he was actually panicking. Too obvious? Has she figured it out? What if I scare her off? These and other variations were buzzing around in his head like angry flies all trying to distract him with their buzzing call.

****

"Salamence mating rituals." Lear didn't know what to make of the question, the only reason she could think of, was that he wanted to leave and find a mate and was going to tell her what steps he was going to take.

"I don't know much but I'm sure my basic knowledge is good enough" she began, but Malkin wasn't truly listening, he was too busy trying to contain his excitement. He had good reason to, not only was his plan working perfectly, his nose had also detected something he hadn't expected. Under her normal scent of sweat, human and curiosity, there was a hint, just the tiniest hint of arousal. Maybe this will be easier than I predicted. Thoughts aside he resumed listening to his trainer.

She paused for breath. "the first part is known as guardianship or watching the equivalent to dating in humans. The Salamence picks out their mate of choice and proves themselves by acting as a guardian to it's chosen. erm I'm not sure how long for" she trailed off as uncertainty began to cloud her normally bold voice.

****

She was faltering this was bad, his confidence began to wane as well. Nervous thoughts ran through his head She has to understand I need her to understand otherwise, I.. His thoughts stuttered, I couldn't complete the ritual, it would be unfair on her.

****

"thud" the dull sound of two heads colliding was the first sign of Malkins encouraging head bump, he'd lifted his head and gently bumped it against hers moving upwards. The simple and childish act of encouragement was enough to return Lear's perky smile to her beautiful face.

"okay then" Lear continued even so her tone wasn't as certain as before and would now quiver over areas where she wasn't 100% confident in. "The other part has a special name mien del tian or something, which means the challenge. I suppose it's like the presentation of an engagement ring, except that instead of a ring, a challenge must be completed." She paused, breathing heavily. Her breasts bounced up and down in time with her breathing, her hardened nipples were clearly visible through the fabric of her shirt giving her partner a very sexy and tempting show.

****

The sight of his partner's heaving chest was awakening primal instincts within the salamence. In his mind's eye he could see it happening, it would be so simple. One deft strike of his claws would rip her clothing from her body, his tail would wrap her ankle to keep her from moving while he got into position, it would be over in seconds. Lear would be pinned and helpless unable to resist his ravishing of her sweet body.

No! He stamped down on that train of thought, he'd kept his libido in check for the last eight years, now was not the time to lose control, especially when he was so close to his goal, close enough that he could imagine the taste of her juices and the feel of her sex against his tongue. NO! Flames of anger roared through his mind. "deep breaths, deep breaths" he repeated the mantra silently. It was hard but eventually he was able to regain full control of his judgement and prevent any impulses from being acting upon.

****

"The final act" she continued blissfully unaware of Malkin's mental struggle. "Is simply put, consummation, with the challenge complete they..get down and well yeah.." She stuttered over the last few words, clearly embarrassed about the idea of dragon sex.

For several seconds he clearing was silent apart from the whistle of the cold wind blowing through the trees.

****

"The period for watching, is a minimum of eight years and it finishes, when the guardian has successfully proved himself and is ready to challenge his intended." His tone was cold and impersonal, as if what he had just said was a solid fact that needed no emotion to convey. His piece spoken he was quiet. Malkin's eyes bored into Lear's searching for that little glimmer of understanding, a sign that she knew what was going on. Seconds ticked by like hours, the wait no matter how short was agony, but Malkin had no choice in the mater for his conscience would not allow him to continue without His love knowing why this was happening.

****

Eight years, what was so significant about eight years, why had Malkin mentioned it? Despite their partnership, she had never fully understood what went on in the great beast's head. Well eight had always been our lucky number. No that wasn't it, eight, I know it's something about us but what? Holy shit we've been together for eight years and for eight years he has been my guard and partner.

Inside her head wheels of thought long since set in motion sped up. The incident on the mountain, his current behaviour made even more sense, as once a salamence has committed to a mate they cannot leave until the ritual is fulfilled or broken. So he refused to leave because. Realisation dawned. Malkin wanted her to be his mate. Enough that he was prepared to die with her in the freezing cold to prove it. It was almost flattering in a perverse way.

****

There in her eyes, at first the spark of understanding was faint but it grew with every passing second until it blossomed into a full flame of understanding. Elation filled his body, finally after eight years of waiting, it had all come together flawlessly. There was but one thing left to do, Lear had asked a question and he had to answer.

"You wanted to know what my request was, well this is my request. Perform Miànlín de ti?ozhàn with me, allow me to prove if I am worthy of you my love."

****

Crap Lear cursed inwardly, she was right about his request but that didn't matter she'd agreed to grant his request no matter what and now she had to. He wanted her to perform Miànlín de ti?ozhàn with him. So be it I'll do it properly and maybe I can make him regret his wish. Earlier the memories had been hard to find, no matter where she looked they slunk into the shadows like ashamed poochyena, now they were shining brighter than an illumise, showing and telling her just how the ritual should be done properly.

It took Lear considerable effort to extricate herself from her position. She had after all been lying against Malkin for several hours and her muscles were a bit stiff from inactivity. For a human Lear's full height would have been intimidating. At six foot she was one of the tallest trainers around. When compared with Malkin she was small, her head was barely one quarter of the way up his neck. OK she gasped in air in an attempt to clam herself using breathing. The right attitude was important, you had to face one another as equals, show no weakness and look into the others eyes. So she did just that, Lear met his gaze with one of her own.

"I have no choice but to accede to your request." It was hard but Lear managed to keep the tremors of fear he was experiencing out of her voice. "Very well then old friend what is your challenge?"

****

He'd put a lot of thought into the challenge he would set, his ancestral memories had told him of the limitations he would have in setting it. Most importantly it must be fair or biased in favour of the challenger and must combine at least two of the threes virtues: Skill, strength and smarts.

_ So she was being formal and polite to avoid bringing her emotions into this well,_ Malkin smirked. Two can play at that game. When he spoke his voice again took on a cold and impersonal edge. "Very well my challenge is one of smarts and skill. You have six minutes to hide or run I don't care, just make sure I can't catch you, you have a minutes head start." He winked "Don't worry I keep excellent time and I won't cheat. I believe you know the stakes, If I win I get to take you as my mate and if I lose well that's up to you" Malkin said the last few words carefully, each one was layered with an undertone of emotion before being released. As a little reminder of how real and physical the stakes really were.

****

Lear was up and running before, Malkin had a chance to say go, despite his assurances that this challenge was playing to her strength she couldn't avoid the feeling that she was going to be fighting a losing battle. He had wings, better eyesight and a keen sense of smell, all of which would give Malkin a definite edge in tracking her down.

Running through a forest isn't easy at the best of times, with the ground covered in snow it made Lear's task even harder and that was before you added in the fact that her mind was whirling on its axis, filled with fear. This was the hardest run she'd ever done in her life.

The first thirty seconds she spent running in blind panic, No aim nor real direction just away from the circle of light and her dragon's demand. The cold wind ripped at her face with icy talons trying to slow her down. Tree trunks rushed towards her out of the darkness, while their branches whipped at her face dragging needles along bare skin, the whole experience seemed surreal.

Eventually the fog of panic that had been clouding her mind faded replaced by adrenaline. With her fear aside, Lear found the running easier, her strides lengthened and were made with greater confidence. The nights darkness still limited her vision but now the fear was gone, little strips of moonlight appeared , making her path a little more visible.

She was tempted for a second to try and mask her tracks as footprints in the snow would be a perfect way of tracking her, all he would need is to be quicker than her and eventually following the tracks he'd catch up and.... Lear shivered involuntarily, the thought of being impaled on the end of a piece of dragonmeat was not something she wanted to dwell upon. In the end she decided not to as her tracks would be all but invisible from the air.

Behind her, Malkin's voice rang out "sixty, ready or not here I come"

Ok girl, the chase has begun which means it's time to get smart and with that thought_,_ she turned and took off for the thickest group of trees as fast as her legs would carry her.

Lear was so focused on running, that her entire world shrunk. Now all that existed to her was the path ahead of her and the sound of the wind as it blew past her in the opposite direction.

The sound was faint but growing louder by the second. It was the unmistakable sound of a Salamence in flight.

_ So what, I can hear his wings, this mountain is massive and my trail should be invisible from the air. Therefore he probably has no idea where I am._ Even with her reasoning Lear herself still wasn't sure, so she did the only thing she could do and carried on running

"wumph wumph" the steady sound of wing beats echoed it was louder than before meaning contrary to her hopes Malkin wasn't going in the wrong direction. _ No, no, no_ evenin Lear's head her own thoughts were already plaintive and desperate. Malkin was closing in and the five minutes were nowhere near up.

"Dammit" it took all of her self control not to shout her frustrations out loud and in doing so reveal her position. So then if she couldn't be faster than him or go somewhere he couldn't get to it was time to go to ground and hide.

There. Covered in snow, a collection of fallen branches. The perfect hiding place as it was all but invisible to creatures of the air.

Lear almost made it, but her luck which had held for the last four minutes ran out. A tree root, covered by the snow chose to make itself known, interrupting her step and flinging Lear to the snow covered ground. She didn't cry out, the fall was unexpected so by the time she thought to cry out, Lear was already face down in the snow, her mouth filled with snow, which acted as a makeshift gag, stifling her cry of shock and pain.

Despite Lear's silence the tree root had still given her away. Even through the trees, her black shirt was in direct contrast to the snow she was lying in. Which for any dragon keen of sight and smell that happened to be flying above, might as well have been a neon pink sign declaring "I am here!"

Out of time and out of options, Lear simply gave into her instincts. Fight or flight. She chose flight, as even her instincts knew that fighting a dragon would not be the best move she'd ever made. So her mind clouding with a feeling of dread, Lear picked herself up and ran, knowing full well that this would be her last run and it would mean the difference between getting raped and getting even.

Ahead of her the trees grew sparser, the snow glimmered with sparkling silver light, in fact everything was lighter, which could only mean one thing. Open ground

Her first thoughts were hopeful almost dispelling her feelings of dread, the clearing was an open space which would mean she could run faster without fear of being ambushed by trees and their roots. Her second thoughts were a lot less optimistic. Open ground lacked trees which meant there was no barrier to keep a dragon out. Which meant with all likely hood she was running into a trap.

Cautiously Lear walked out into the clearing, eyes and ears open for any sound that might indicate Malkin's presence. There was nothing, the clearing was empty. Maybe she allowed herself to hope maybe I've lost him.

"Crunch" the sound was almost indeterminable from the background noise of trees in the wind. A searing hot jet of flame soared past Lear's face, leaving her with the smell of singed eyebrows and a brief feeling of intense heat upon her skin.

Ahead of her a small clump of trees that had wandered off from the herd burst into flame. A definite warning about the consequences of trying to run again.

"Don't think about running or stalling for time I can easily catch you within the ninety seconds I have left" He grinned, bringing the corners of his mouth up exposing his intimidating fangs. "Well then are you going to come quietly or am I going to have to force you?" Malkin said raising his eyebrow to emphasise the question.

"You could give in you know" a treacherous voice whispered in the back of her head. " there's no shame in giving in and submitting to one who has defeated you."

Lear ignored the voice, having grow wise to its wheedles and whispers over the course of her life. Lear knew in her heart it was over, that she stood no chance at running from or getting past her dragon. Even so Lear Williams never had been and never would be a quitter. Which left Lear with only one action. Do something really stupid.

She darted to the left in an attempt to get around Malkin's bulk and get back into the forest. Before she'd gotten more than one pace closer to her destination something wrapped her around her ankle, stopping her escape attempt dead. Inertia caught up with Lear sending her sprawling headfirst into the snow with Malkin's tail coiled around her ankle.

The snow was soft and despite its coldness was comforting, something normal compared to the events of the last few minutes. Malkin stood above her, his foreleg no longer holding onto her foot as he had no need to restrain her. His eyes whirled wildly and his face was torn between expressions of triumph and lust. With great care Malkin rolled her recumbent form over and placed a forelimb on Lear's chest, the centre claw landing directly in the centre of her breasts. Unlike Normal Malkin's voice was much louder, possessed of an almost feral undertone he said one word "mine"

****

"Mine." Finally he had done it, the ritual was almost completed all that was needed now was for it to be consummated. Malkin's head and stomach were filled with dozens of butterfree's at the thought of taking his mate right here in the snow. Inside him primal feelings awakened, the urge to take his female and take her hard and fast. To ravage her sweet pussy with his cock and to penetrate the very depths of her womanhood and despoil it. to leave his seed spattered all over her, as marks of possession and a warning to all who would take his mate from him. NO. For the second time that evening he had to hold himself back. He must be patient, this was no robust female salamence who lay beneath him ready to be brutally taken without a moment warning, this was a delicate human, this would require patience and dedication but he knew that before long she would be well and truly his.

****

"Mine" as soon as Malkin said those words, for Lear her entire world seemed to have a damming inevitability to it. She knew the ritual well enough, having done some research into it not long after her encounter when she caught Malkin and despite being for too young to originally understand the ritual and its significance she now did fully, especially with a very aroused Malkin staring down into her eyes. Although Lear had never believed any of that Arcean bull shit her mother spouted, one thing had stuck. "your virginity is your purity, it's special and should only be given away to that special someone at the right time.

In Lear's mind her current situation was the opposite of that, this location wasn't special, it was a horrible mountain side and a horny Salamence was not her idea of the right person. The right person: would be kind, caring, willing to protect her and defend her honour and preferably well endowed. he needn't be the perfect gentleman but nor did she want a rough and ready street crook. In all her travels however, Lear had not met a single man or woman that she felt possessed the qualities she wanted in a partner. All the men really wanted was to get into her pants, and the women were either the same as the men or cool ice queens that ignored her.

"but there is someone. Isn't there?" The words weren't mocking like they usually were they were husky and seductive. "the only male you've ever cared about." it had always been there a voice, something hiding within the darkest reaches of her mind taunting Lear whispering perversions in her head, tempting her with delicious images of carnal delights.

Malkin. The one person she knew that had every characteristic she wanted in a companion. Lear now realised why she had been hearing voices, all along she had known that she wanted Malkin as much as he appeared to want her. Unable to deal with the possible consequences of fucking her best friend she'd repressed those urges. Now however with her dragon standing over her dominantly, they'd been released. New and unfamiliar desires, seared through her, opening Lear's mind to all sorts of new opportunities, allowing her to accept what was to come, even to look forward to it. Sod the consequences she thought, I want him now!

****

The smell of Lear's arousal wafted up to Malkin's nose. It was the signal he had been waiting for, his patience had been rewarded, she was ready and so was he it was time to begin. Any hesitation in Malkin's action was long gone, with one smooth action he dropped his head to hers, opened his mouth and pressed his lips to hers beginning a passionate kiss. Their lips mingled together creating a sensuous dance. Her soft sensuous lips danced against his, causing his scales to tingle whenever they connected the feeling was excellent, better than he'd ever imagined in his fantasies.

****

Lear had no idea what to expect from her draconic companion, she knew about courtship but had never worked up the courage to research salamence sex, so when it came Malkin's kiss caught her totally off balance. Every second the kiss went on was a second filled with new sensations for Lear. It was her first real kiss from a man, the fact that it was something that she used to consider taboo only made it more exciting.

Malkin's forked reptilian tongue dove into her mouth. The long thin organ traced around every inch of her mouth probing, exploring every inch of it, claiming it as his own. There was no battle, Lear was beaten and she knew it allowing his tongue to wrap around hers effectively binding them together. There was nothing she could do but keep melding lips with Malkin, his taking of her mouth had left her powerless, forcing her to allow his dominance of her to continue. Deep down she had hoped this was going to happen as dominance was a key part of salamence culture. The fact that it was happening could only mean one thing, this was a true claiming and before the morning came her mate would have her moaning in ecstasy.

The emotions behind the kiss had an unexpected side effect. Lear was severely aroused so much so that her panties were already slick with her need. Consumed by the overwhelming feelings Lear wished that this moment could last forever. Unfortunately it couldn't, the need to breathe was overwhelming forcing both of them to break the kiss.

****

He couldn't believe it, long had he fantasised about this day, when he would finally claim his trainer as his mate. The feeling of dominance over his trainer felt so good, so satisfying, it truly was a fantasy come true. Malkin murred in contentment, if that was how good kissing her felt, he struggled to imagine how good it would feel to finally break down the barrier between human and Pokémon by having sex with his trainer. The kiss, it felt so good, so forbidden, so wrong and yet so right. He had no choice but to do it again.

Once again Malkin brought his lips to Lear's. This time it was slow and deliberate, almost like he was offering her a final chance to resist him , his desire, his passion and everything he offered her: pleasure, passion, domination and. A mate. She didn't resist him, instead Lear submitted to his will and melted into the kiss. Both were determined to make this experience the best one of their life.

****

Though their second kiss was just as unexpected as their first . Lear was mentally prepared for it this time. Once again, their lips met. Hard scales met soft skin, recreating that most enjoyable feeling. She didn't attempt to fight this time, relaxing into the kiss allowing the passion behind the kiss to wash over her and sweep her away in a wave of feelings. It was harder to break the kiss this time as neither side wanted to release the feelings of happiness and love that it embodied. Again though the need to breathe forced them apart.

Her panties were really sodden now, Lear could feel the wet fabric rubbing against her thighs as she breathed, somehow she was getting seriously aroused from just two kisses. A quick glance down confirmed she wasn't the only one who was aroused, his large erection was clearly hanging between his back legs. The sight of his needy cock hanging there begging for attention created new unfamiliar feelings and desires within the human. There he was her guardian, her protector, her friend and he was in desperate need. That much was obvious from his erection. It was just hanging there all twelve inches of dragon meat needy and begging for attention. Just as she needed him, it was instinctive, she had to touch it, feel it, play with it.

****

Now it was Malkin's turn to be surprised. He knew how this was going to start and how it would end, but getting from A to B had alluded him, now it appeared his trainer with her tight grip on his cock was going to show him the way. He knew it existed but this was the first time anyone had ever touched it, If this was just the warm up Malkin wondered how good the finale would be.

He was taken off balance by the feelings his trainer's actions were creating. No, not just his trainer she was his mate now.

She ran her hand up and down all twelve inches of his intimidating, member. At first her movements were slow and deliberate, taking her time to get acquainted with every barb and ridge.

Her actions were slow and delicate, it was almost like Lear was doing one of her regular grooming sessions except this felt soo much better. Every stroke of her hand felt like it had an electric charge. Wherever she rubbed, it felt like little static shocks were rushing through his nerves.

Before long Lear had finished her exploration and wordlessly began caressing his member, after every length, she planted a tiny kiss on the end before repeating her actions. With each kiss Malkin let out a pleasured moan showing his approval.

The stroking felt good but the kiss felt much better, any lingering touch or breath upon his cockhead felt even better than all of Lear's ministrations on the rest of his shaft.

It didn't take long for Lear to pick up her partners sporadic murrs, they were after all the loudest sound in the clearing. It gave her an idea.

Without warning Lear ceased her ministrations. Malkin growled in frustration. Her hand had been doing a such a good job. He was so close to his peak and she'd stopped without warning.

"Don't worry my mate, you'll have your reward soon enough" Lear's husky voice came from beneath him.

The few seconds Malkin had to wait for his "reward" were the longest and most excruciating seconds of his life. The cold mountain air blew across his throbbing member, teasing and tantalising him whilst doing nothing to release the ache that had been building in his loins.

Her mouth was just as thorough as her hands had been if not more so. The seal her lips made was even tighter around him than her hands had been, coaxing even more pleasure out of him.

At first Lear's movements were slow and careful not wanting to make a mistake and anger Malkin. Despite his best efforts to keep quiet, in case there were other people around. The feeling of Lear's tight wet mouth wrapped around his member was more than enough to break the virgin dragons concentration. His loud "murrs" of pleasure hung in the still air.

His happy murring was all the confirmation Lear needed to speed up her actions. Any attempt Malkin made to describe it was shattered instantly by the intense feeling of pleasure from Lear's tight mouth clamped around his throbbing member.

Something wet and wriggling brushed up his member. Malkin almost jumped out of his skin with surprise at the unexpected contact. It took him a second to realise what was happening, Lear's tongue which until now had been content to sit at the bottom of her mouth had decided to join in the fun.

Lear's tongue caressed the tip of his member whilst her lips and mouth stroking and sliding down applied a firm tightness against it. Each caress, each stroke caused Malkin's member to throb and pulse within Lear's mouth indicating how well she was doing.

It was hard for Malkin, every instinct in his body was screaming at him. To thrust into the warm tightness that was enveloping his member. He didn't have to repress his urges for long, he could feel his orgasm approaching fast.

Seeing Malkin was close to blowing his load, Lear sped up her actions trying to hasten the finale. Instead of caressing his shaft Lear focused on his sensitive head. Lavishing it with attention from her tongue.

His jaw hung open and his eyes were half closed as the feeling of pleasure overloaded his nerves. It was all too much for the inexperienced dragon, Lear's renewed attentions quickly pushing him over the edge.

****

With a mighty roar that caused snow to fall from distant trees Malkin climaxed. Inside her mouth his cock twitched and pulsed with every spurt of hot cum it ejected. Compared to the salty and almost sour pre that she had been tasting for the last minute or so. His cum was surprisingly tasty, it's creamy texture and spicy tinge made her crave more.

Try as she might though there was just too much to swallow and most of Malkin's pent up frustration ran straight out of her mouth and down her front, soaking her shirt and bra. BY the time Malkin had finished her face was covered in ropes of his seed as was most of her torso. He wasn't just Malkin anymore, he was her mate and it was time to think of him as such.

Even though Lear hadn't got any actual pleasure from pleasing her mate, she still felt content having done so. Maybe it was the taboo nature of the act or the fact that turned her on. Or maybe, she enjoyed the act itself for the debauchery of it. A slutty middle finger to her stuffy mother.

Malkin's cock was conspicuously still erect in front of her, giving Lear the chance to admire every single inch of it. This struck home how big her mate really was, she scarcely believed she'd been able to take the entire thing into her mouth.

Lear moaned as a pulse of need from her lions seared through her veins chose that moment. Her desire forgotten amongst the feeling of happiness she'd gotten from bringing her mate to a climax, chose that moment to return with a vengeance.

Her grin could only be described as sinful. As right in front of her, was both the cause and solution to her current predicament.

"Well then" Lear whispered, more for her own benefit than for Malkin's " Let's finish this ritual."

Any opposition she'd had to this coupling was long gone under a haze of pleasure and lust. If anything Lear felt like she was filled with regret. Regret that she'd repressed her true feelings and denied herself, this feeling. It was like she was a child again, meeting Malkin for the first time. The feelings were the same, only now they were so much stronger.

The air beneath Malkin was rich with pheromones and the smell of dragon cum. A potent mix which served to further Lear's lust. Her lust rolled over her in waves telling her exactly what she needed to do. Lear's shoes went first slipped off her feet and carelessly slung aside. Her shirt went next, her hands shook with feelings of lust and desire as Lear fought with the buttons. Growing impatient Lear simply gave up on the shirt's last few buttons and simply whipped it over her head before throwing it to one side where it landed on a crumpled heap. Next was her bra, it was a simple black affair with a rear clip, to her lust addled brain this was far too complicated, instead she simply slipped one finger under the front and pulled. The fabric strained for a second trying to stretch to accommodate the intruding finger before giving up with a rip of broken seams exposing her pert breasts. The snap of elastic across her erect nipple brought temporary relief but it was a drop in the ocean compared to the amount of pleasure she needed. Her shorts and panties were a lot easier, a quick wriggle of the hips and they both slipped off, they two joined her shirt and bra on the floor. She could feel the mountain air blowing across her skin, but not the vicious chill it had brought before.

The fire of need in Lear's loins felt like it was strong enough to melt the entire mountain. Desperate to be sated she shuffled forward out from underneath Malkin, ignoring the cold snow against her naked back.

****

He couldn't believe it, in less than half an hour his mate had gone from openly resisting his advances, to lying in front of him with legs spread actively begging in an attempt to spur him on. It was working to. The urge to ravage her there and then was overwhelming. No he'd decided long ago when the time came he would savour every moment of it.

The view in front of him was pleasing to both his eyes and nose. Lear's legs were spread wide, openly displaying the treasure of her womanhood. Before any attempt to view her treasure before had always ended with Lear giving him a stern bop on the nose and rapidly shooing him out of the room. Now it was on display and Malkin took the opportunity to drink in the sight. It wasn't as big as he'd expected but it looked big enough to take is girth. Her outer lips were puffy and swollen with arousal, whilst the rest of her pussy was soaked with her arousal. Her scent was just as special as the view, Malkin had been getting tantalising whiffs of it all his life. With source almost directly in front of his nose, the scent was almost overpowering. Her smell was unusual, it was both strange and familiar to him at the same time.

Although his previous orgasm had drained him, Malkin had no need to rest before the main event eight years of pent up lust and frustration saw to it that his member was still painfully erect and ready for action. Even if he hadn't been a few seconds of staring at her prone form and drinking in the sweet scent of her arousal would have been more than enough to get him ready.

"Please Malkin don't be such a tease" Lear was far too pent up with need, the desperation and lust stood out clearly in her voice

"Tease, my dear Lear, I haven't even started yet" Malkin said with a smirk.

Slowly Malkin stepped forward, the crunch of snow with each step sounded so loud compared to the silence of the clearing. It only took a few steps before once again he was once again above Lear's prone form.

"Wait!" She cried out. "Not like this."

Her words horrified Malkin, after the, chase, the foreplay and the blowjob she was chickening out. despair and doubt began to rise up. Should he continue with the ritual if it went against her will, could he bring himself to rape his friend.

Lear must have guessed what was going through his mind because her next words were accompanied by a laugh. "Not like that you silly boy. It took me far too long to realise that I really want this mating with you." She paused to allow this to sink in. " What I meant was that I want to do this properly, in the correct position."

Relief flooded the great dragon's frame, Lear wasn't rejecting him, instead she was extending an invitation. An invitation to throw off the trappings of civilisation, to embrace the feral nature of the ritual and to breed her like she was a bitch in heat. Accepting her request was the easiest decision the great dragon had ever made in his life.

Unfortunately their new position created a new problem for them. Malkin's neck wasn't long enough to allow him to look beneath him, so he had no idea what was going on and now that Lear was on all fours with her shapely backside raised up in the traditional feral mating pose, she couldn't see very well either. Which meant that actual penetration might be a little awkward.

Giving up wasn't an option, neither was changing position as both wanted to do it properly which meant they were going to have to do it blind.

Malkin was impatient to start but knew that he had to keep calm, keeping each exploratory thrust gentle to prevent Lear from coming to harm.

His first attempt hit something thin and wiry. Beneath him Lear shook her head "that was my knee, higher and a little to the left". His second attempt nearly missed completely brushing along the hard muscles of her thigh leaving a trail of warm pre along it. Malkin was getting impatient his third attempt was a lot harder and had it missed would have bruised her delicate human skin. He was rewarded with a small moan from Lear, confirming that he was in the right place this time. The sensitive tip of his member brushed against her soaking slit making both of them to shudder with pleasure and desire.

"Please Malkin, just put it in" Lear was begging now, the object of her desires was tantalisingly close. She could feel the heat radiating from it.

"Don't worry my mate, you'll get your reward soon enough." Despite his desire for to claim his mate The opportunity for revenge was too good to pass up.

Every instinct in Malkin's body was screaming at him, to simply thrust in and claim this female below him. Instead of thrusting he began to move his dick in a small circle around her sex. Lear's need became obvious to him as her juices ran faster at the barest hint of contact.

"Dammit it you" her need had reduced Lear's voice to barely more than a whimper. "If you don't fuck me right now, so help me Arceus I will..."

Whatever Lear had been going to say was lost forever as Malkin chose that moment to thrust into her dripping folds. Her words turned into moans as she was penetrated for the first time in her life.

Malkin could scarcely believe it. Lear's pussy even tighter than her mouth.

As he slowly pushed into Lear's sex, Malkin could feel her walls clamping down upon his intruding member, already trying to milk as much feeling from it as possible. Malkin's first thrust didn't get him very far into Lear. Even so There was a feeling of pleasure was intense as her walls clamped down around his sensitive head.

He paused, allowing his mate to get used to his girth, taking care to stretch her tight tunnel out so he wouldn't hurt her. Malkin himself also had to get used to the tightness of her love tunnel.

Only an inch of his member was buried within her but it was more than enough to give him a taste of what was to come.

"Mine!" He yelled to the world, and with that Malkin set about claiming his prize. Primal feelings roared through his frame. Lust, Desire, Joy. At last he was claiming his mate, joining them together performing their parts in a dance that has gone on since the dawn of time. He started gently keeping his thrust slow and shallow, savouring the feelings of pleasure their union was creating. Each thrust took him a little deeper and brought the two of them closer together.

There was something impeding his thrusts, it felt like some kind of barrier, preventing access to deeper within her but he wasn't sure, maybe this was as far as he could go. He hesitated, the last thing he wanted was to hurt his beloved mate.

Lear quickly realised why he'd stopped. Malkin had reached her hymen and was confused by it. It seemed almost ironic that Malkin who was completely in-love with her and wanted to be her mate. Was almost clueless about her. HIs innocence only made him more adorable.

Her throat already hoarse from moaning and begging, It took Lear a few attempts to find her voice, when she did it was faint and raspy. "Just go on, it'll break, please make me a woman."

His next thrust seamed agonisingly slow. She could feel it intimately, for every centimetre he gained within her, she was rewarded with a feeling of pleasure, whilst her barrier stretched attempting to compensate for the increased girth within her. This is it her thoughts were surprisingly bitter in contrast to the pleasure that was surging through the rest of her mind. _ My dragon, my love is going to take my virginity, screw you mum._

For a brief second there was nothing in her world but the feeling of slow stretching. Then with a tear it came back to her. The smell of pine needles and messy love saturated the air. The clearing was silent except for the sound of her lovers murring and the squelch of their love juices mixing within her.

****

The smell of blood reached Malkin disturbing his thrusts. Had he hurt her? Fear began to rise in his gut threatening to pour out and smother the feelings of lust and pleasure that their coupling had created. Unable to speak he growled, trying to express his concern for his mate's well being.

Lear had no trouble deciphering the meaning behind the growl. Especially now. In this moment Pokémon and trainer were closer together than they had ever been in the past eight years

"I told you big boy, don't worry" Her tone was soft and reassuring trying to reassure her mate's worried mind. Lear paused allowing Malkin to calm down and stop worrying. When she next spoke her voice was still soft but the tone had changed from reassuring to teasing and the lusty edge it had had returned. "Now then. Are you going to stand around and tickle me. Or are you going to put your beautiful cock to work and breed your mate like the stud you are?"

"Love". He grinned. "I'll fuck you so hard you'll think we're the same species."

****

At first the pain of the invasion had drowned out every other feeling within her. Now the pain subsided, lessening with every thrust Malkin made into her unexplored depths. A curious new sensation replaced it. It was a feeling of fullness, she could intimately feel every ridge and barb of his draconic member as they stroked along her passage.

Malkin was true to his word, his nerves conquered, he gave into a millennia of instincts and began to thrust vigorously into her. For Lear every thrust felt like heaven, as he penetrated deeper into her unexplored virgin depths. Every thrust caused her moan out in ecstasy.

It wasn't enough for Lear, she felt good but her lusts were unsated. Her inner sanctum was unbreached and Her success at oral sex hadn't been repeated, she estimated there was still three glorious inches of dragoncock that weren't within her glistening folds.

Even if he wasn't deep enough for her tastes, Malkin was certainly not holding back on the force behind his thrusts, each one was enough to turn her legs to jelly with nerves and excitement.

"I thought you were going to breed me, you stud." her tone was mocking with hints of the desire and impatience which was motivating her.

Malkin's reaction shocked Lear to her core. Where she had once felt full, she now felt empty, where there was satisfaction there was dissatisfaction and now her lust which had been previously tempered was now flaring loose again.

****

Malkin hesitated, it was true he had been holding back slightly, he was still scared about hurting his mate. Then it hit him like a magnet train. Her words echoed in his mind "I want to do this properly" Lear wanted to be taken like a feral Salamence, to perform the ritual correctly. To be dominated sexually by her new mate.

Without regret he pushed away his last inhibitions, Lear's happiness had always meant the world to him and now she was his mate it was twice as important to him.

With a domineering roar, Malkin thrust into his mate. Her damp folds, stretching as they allowed him back in. This time there was no barrier allowing Malkin to continue his trust all the way into her depths.

The tightness of her sex came as a shock to Malkin as he'd only just gotten accustomed to having it out in the air. Whenever he pulled it out, it felt like her pussy was trying to hold him in there, Milking him for every bit of sensation it could get from him. On the entrance, it felt like a tight warm glove , that was trying to suck him inside. The combination of her tight pussy and the sucking feeling he was receiving felt good. It was enough to make the blissful dragon murr, filling the clearing with the sounds of his happiness.

****

She could feel the pointed tip of Malkin's member at the entrance to her womb, every thrust brought her fresh pleasure as the barbs and ridges of his cock rubbed against her inner walls, touching places within her Lear never knew existed. Even if she wanted to, there would be no way Lear would ever take a human lover, knowing exactly what she'd be missing.

With one hard thrust Malkin penetrated her cervix, granting him access to her innermost treasure. If Lear had felt filled before, that was nothing compare to how she felt now. Every inch of her sex was being stretched wide by her mate's member.

It wasn't over there, despite all the pleasure that their sexes had wrung from one another neither of them had cum yet.

Malkin's breathing was ragged and his thrusts had lost all rhythm. He was close, he could feel the pressure building in his loins. even so he kept thrusting as hard as he could attempting to speed their orgasms. Tiring rapidly Malkin thrust forward for the final time, hilting himself deep inside Lear. The feeling of her tight pussy clamped around his entire length was incredible, it was like a set of hands caressing and toying with his entire length.

It was finally too much for Lear. As Malkin hilted himself filling every inch of her pussy, he had hit all of the right places within her bringing a rush of pleasure greater than any before. Her endurance finally ran out allowing the dam holding back her pleasure to break down and wash her away with the feeling of orgasmic bliss. She came, as a scream of pleasure ripped itself from her throat. The world in front of her dwindled until all she could see was her dragon's white chest and front legs and then nothing at all just a sea of pure white bliss.

Lear's climax was exactly what Malkin required to begin his own climax. Her sex clamped down around the intruding member, the extra pressure was just what was needed to trigger off Malkin's orgasm. His member pulsed sending spurts of warm virile draconic seed into Lear's unsullied womb.

This time Malkin's roar was louder and more triumphant than it had been before. After eight long years of planning and waiting he'd finally claimed his trainer, his love as his mate. He wanted the whole world to know of his conquest. To know that by the laws of his people Lear was his and his alone.

Lear was too far gone, her conscious mind consumed by the pleasure of their bestial mating. But that was nothing compared to the pleasure she gained from the consummation of their union. Even now she could feel her mates hot virile draconic seed languishing within her depths. It was a reassuring presence reminding her, that she would never be alone again and for the last eight years she never had been.

There was no more need for words, for their actions had spoken louder than words. Their actions together had transcended the boundary between human and Pokémon. They both lay there enjoying their afterglow neither caring about the consequences of their actions for both of them had finally found a mate and happiness.

I hope you enjoyed this work.

Danvers

This is an adult work of fiction. If you're under 18 just go and watch the pokemon anime instead of reading this.

This story contains sex between a Male Salamence and a female human

Pokemon and all recognised characters, places and creatures belong to nintendo, the author is in no part associated with the creators or sponsors. No copyright infringement is intended.

The characters of Lear and Malkin are mine.

This is my first story. I do hope you enjoy it and please do take the time to comment.

Edit:29/08/11: Fixed spelling mistakes, fixed grammar and incorrect tenses (that I could find) corrected switching to Malkin's POV. Anything I've missed drop me a line. Want to talk drop me a line. want to help as a beta read please drop me a line

Tongues of flame reached up into the darkness of the night sky, as if they were aiming to touch the glimmering full moon above it. The fire itself stood out as a lone beacon of human life amidst the cold forbidding heights of the mountains.

The area around the fire had been cleared of snow revealing the frozen brown earth that lay beneath.

The light from the fire illuminated the clearing and it's occupants, whilst casting eerie shadows off the inhabitants and the evergreens that surrounded them, scaring off any curious wild Pokémon. This effect was superfluous as one the of people within the clearing wasn't a person but rather, a very strong Pokémon. A salamence to be precise.

This particular salamence was called Malkin after a character in a book his trainer had read as a child. Like every other member of his race Malkin was a large blue, red and white dragon in possession of a set of large wings and a set of intimidating spines clustered at the side of his head pointing sideways. unlike his fellows Malkin's body was covered in a series of dark blue markings, neither he nor his trainer knew why he had them and both had grown accustomed to them.

The other person with the clearing was, Malkin's trainer, her name was Lear. Despite the cold conditions and the constant threat of snow on the mountain, she was only wearing a set of blue half length jeans and a black short sleeved shirt with the name Enter Salamence emblazoned on the left breast. Hair as white and free as the driven snow cascaded down her back, contrasting with her shirt while the fire dyed her pale skin a light shade of orange. Her posture and the firm set of her face, was as if she was challenging the weather to a game of chicken, while Lear wasn't winning, she wasn't loosing either.

The two had been good friends and partners for the last ten years. If anything their relationship with each other was more akin to siblings. Malkin treated her like a younger sister, fiercely protecting her from anyone who tried to harm her and making sure those that do cause her harm regret it. The same was true as Lear treated Malkin just like a younger brother. Keeping him in-line, caring for his injuries and helping him when he made mistakes.

****

Lear shivered and leant closer to the fire, in an attempt to catch some of the heat radiated from it. This doesn't count as giving in, I just don't want to get frostbite, she reasoned.

Malkin's great blue head ghosted over her shoulder "give it up Lear, you can't beat nature" he huffed, his breath coming out as a mist "besides, I've heard that Articuno lives in these mountains, he might accept you challenge and freeze you solid" HIs forked tongue hung out the side of his mouth, in what was his version of a human smirk.

Malkin's speech didn't surprise Lear in the slightest, ever since she'd found him as a Bagon, there'd been sporadic bouts of comprehension between the two, these had become more and more frequent ever since Malkin had evolved three weeks ago. Lear turned to get a good look at Malkin's face, his tongue was still hanging out the left side of his mouth, somehow he managed to look both adorable and stupid at the same time. "You complete gorm" she said, lovingly bopping him on the nose.

They both sat in silence for a few minutes, Lear staring into the distance whilst Malkin stared into the fire, watching figures within dance and twist in an infinite pattern within the vibrant flames.

What would have kept humans interested for hours quickly bored the dragon Pokémon. He was a master of fire, although it didn't run through his veins like fire types he could still understand and manipulate it. "Lear" he said trying to get his trainers attention. No response, she carried on staring into the distance oblivious to him. Fine he thought if you want to play hardball, two can play that game. He shifted his body closer to hers so his next move was a lot easier.

****

Something stroked Lear's face, something warm and wet, it was more than enough to drag her out of her reverie. She'd once laughed at her friends description of being awakened in the middle of the night by his Mightyena. "like a slab of defrosting meat pressed lovingly against you." She now had a pretty good idea what he meant.

What was the human phrase, ohh how did it go now, muscles twitched in the salamence's face as he tried to remember. Got it, "penny for your thoughts?"

"hmm" Lear sill felt a little spaced out, her eyes were still possessed a slight glaze and her face was still lined with focus.

Malkin snorted, he really did care for his trainer and would protect her from anything or anyone that threatened her physically or verbally but sometimes she really was impossible. "I said, a penny for your thoughts"

"Ahh, sorry"

"Sorry". Malkin both loved and hated hearing her say that word to him. He loved it because it showed that she cares for him, but and it was a big but that Malkin would often shiver at. It could also mean he was failing in his duty as her guardian. This time it was okay, she was apologising for not paying attention.

"An old, sad memory, it's happy to. You should know Malkin, it was when we first met. It was a night just like this, clear sky, full moon and we're in mountains. Some coincidence hey?" She grinned

****

In his head Malkin cursed, he had to come here. Tradition dictated a return to one's home for this to happen, which in their case was impossible so instead he'd had to find the closet substitute, the rest was coincidence, still every accident is an opportunity, calm her down, make her forget about this coincidence and besides This might be a good thing.

His memories of being a Bagon were faint. His clearest memories were those of jumping off cliffs in a futile attempt at flight. Every time he failed, she'd be there. Lear with her glorious smile, welcoming arms and her soothing words.

"You haven't told me that story in a long time. Please tell it to me. I can't remember this one at all." He said putting every ounce of charm and weazling in it he had at his disposal in the hope that it might draw her attention away from the "coincidence".

" I don't see why not" Lear placed her had in front of her mouth in an attempt to stop herself from giggling "we've not had story time for a long time" her voice took on a more maternal bearing "come around and give your mother a big hug, sit in her lap and listen to her story".

The whole serious image was spoiled by two things. Firstly "mother" was barely managing to contain her laughter at the surrealist nature of what was happening and second the child was at least three times bigger than the mother which might make the whole lap sitting a wee bit awkward.

Eventually they settled for a compromise. Lear lay back against the salamence's flank where the great beasts body heat would keep her warm and his flanks the perfect pillow, while his wing would be a perfect canopy in case it started to snow again. Malkin was far too large to sit in her lap, but he did it best, by lovingly laying his head in her lap so he could gave up at her, eyes staring in rapt abandon at his trainer, his entire body was attentively tuned to her voice and the tale it wove.

****

The full moon hung high in the sky casting light down, on the town of Fallabor below in the Hoenn region and the nearby landmark of meteor falls.

Wiping tears from her eyes a young girl is struggling up the hill, she's been crying for a long time. Her eyes were bloodshot and her tears had left traces running down her face. This poor young girl's name was Lear and she had every right to be upset. Her evil mother had told her, that they were leaving for the distant Unova region. The perfect place to "begin again". A new place, with no friends and nothing familiar.

So the brave little girl made a decision, she would make a friend that her mother couldn't take away. A Pokémon, a friend for life, who would be her playmate, her guardian and a loyal companion who would never abandon her.

Her belt carried two items: the first a stolen pokéball with which she would catch her new friend, the second was the ball containing her mother's Vaporeon for protection. So equipped, she had set out from her mother's house an hour ago.

Despite her small ten year old frame she was able to reach the peak of the falls where the caves that riddled the mountain opened onto the outside world. "A lifelong friend one that wouldn't betray her", she held that treasured idea in her head. The strength and desire of idea was perfect to sustain our hero allowing her to push beyond tiredness and scraped knees.

The dark caves were scary, but our hero had no reason to be afraid of anything, she had a Pokémon with her and she was determined. Which for a ten year old is more than enough.

Inside the caves there were Pokémon everywhere, but none of them were right, some were too icky, like the Zubat whilst others were useless like the Magikarp which flopped around in the water, the Lunatone and solrock were fascinating to the little girl. How did they float? Why do they look like the sun and the moon? Her questions addressed to the world went unanswered. Besides there was something creepy about their eyes, red dots of light surrounded by black, so she moved on going deeper, looking for something else.

She carries on deeper into the cave system looking for, the right Pokémon, it's dark and the stalactites are casting shadows making it appear that the cave has teeth. Worried our hero pressed the release button on the pokéball calling out vaporeon. With the reassuring presence of the aquatic eon at her side our hero pressed onwards.

A few wild Pokémon stepped out in challenge but the noble vaporeon saw them off easily, now as they walked they would leave unconscious Pokémon behind them. Before long there was light at the end of the tunnel. Our hero had reached the other side of meteor falls,

"Mamma, mamma!" A voice cried out. Whoever owns that voice is in trouble. It sounded shrill and high pitched, so the voice was probably owned by a child. A child was in trouble. Abandoning her quest for Pokémon our hero races along the Cliffside path, that she found herself on after exiting the cave system.

In the west the sun was almost below the horizon, what little light was left giving the horizon an orange glow, which spread back towards Lear's eyes, obscuring the details in the distance, so much so that rustboro normally a small cluster of yellow was almost blotted out by the orange.

"Help, please someone help me, they've taken my mamma and papa" The same voice only this time it was much closer. It was enough for Lear to stop running and started looking. Whatever it was it must have come from somewhere very close.

That couldn't be right. To her right was the edge of the path, and a steep drop down to the crashing seas of the eastern ocean. In front was nothing except the winding dirt track and the lights of Rustboro and to the right a cave, the voice was clearly human and nearby but no human would live in a cave would they? Lear stood still and dwelt on that thought.

Maybe it wasn't a human after all, but a Pokémon. like all people our hero had heard tales of a talking meowth and trainers that shared a deep bond that could understand their Pokémon . So maybe the voice was a talking Pokémon. Our hero grins at the thought of a talking Pokémon, it would make the perfect friend to take with her to her new home. Someone she could talk to, tell her secrets to and to reassure her when she had doubts. This sounded like music to her ears so without hesitation Lear entered the cave.

At least that was her intention. When she tried to enter the cave two large men came running out knocking her aside. Both of them were wearing weird uniforms: Blue trousers with a white pattern, a blue and white striped top and a blue bandanna with a white design on it. Neither of them had the decency to apologise before they ran south towards Rustboro as if Darkrai himself were chasing them.

"Mama" she could still hear the voice crying out, whatever those two strange men had been doing in there, they had not done anything to help out that poor child or as our hero now suspected poor distressed Pokémon. Ignoring the dust she'd accumulated from her time on the floor, Lear recalled vaporeon to avoid scaring anything within the cave and thus prepared ran into the cave.

Contrary to her expectations, the cave was actually quite well lit, between the dying light of the sun and some shiny moss, there was enough light to illuminate the entire cave. At first glance the cave seemed empty. That couldn't be right, she'd defiantly heard a voice in here.

There a loose pile of twigs that could have once been a nest but now looked like the den of a small creature. Lear bent over examining the twigs. There was a scream and a small blue Pokémon ran out of the twigs. The creature didn't get far as in its panic it didn't look where it was going and ran straight into Lear's legs bringing it to an astounded halt.

"Mamma!" It yelled. Lear didn't recognise the Pokémon, but it was obviously distressed and being the kindly soul she was. She bent down and gave it a hug. The small Pokémon resisted for a second, before it relaxed into the warm embrace, for the first time in the last hour it felt safe.

"Mamma, they took Mamma and Dadda, the bad men took Mamma and Dadda" The blue dragon spoke in-front of Lear confirming her earlier thoughts, this Pokémon was the source of the cries for help. Furthermore it had lost its parents and those two people leaving the cave had taken them, leaving this child all alone. It was enough to make our innocent hero angry. Despite this she felt a kinship with the diminutive Pokémon, her parent had betrayed her whilst it's parents had been taken.

This was just what she had been looking for, an unusual Pokémon that she felt a kinship with. This would be a perfect friend to take with her. Our hero crouches down so she's at eye level with the dragon and holds out the unused pokéball at her belt.

"If you want push that button and I will take care of you." At her words the mon's eyes lit up at the prospect of a new mother to care for him, it reached forward and without hesitation pressed the button on the capsule Lear was holding. There was a flash of red and the diminutive figure vanished sucked into the ball. It rocked: once, twice, thrice before clicking indicating a successful capture. Our hero promptly picks up the ball and summons her catch, the red light flashes again and the dragon is once again standing in front of her.

"You need a name" said our hero. She stands for a minute thinking of a good name. Her eyes open and she smiles a motherly smile, "I know exactly what to call you, Malkin. After the voice of air and darkness." Lear turned to the dragon "what do you think about it Malkin?" The air is filled with an uneasy silence before Malkin twitches the corners of his mouth up in a grin, exposing his sharp fangs.

With that acceptance Pokémon and trainer walked out of the cave together and headed for home, neither caring about the consequences of their actions for each of them had found a friend

****

"and that is the story of how Lear met her partner Malkin " Lear gave a motherly smile looking down upon her companion. "Now it was a long walk to get out here and I would like to catch up on my sleep.

It didn't take long for Lear to drift off to sleep, partially due to the comfort of her backrest and partially because mountain climbing even with a flying dragon is tiring.

Time passed, overhead the moon moved slowly across the sky, almost cartoon like except much slower. Malkin knew that because, when he was younger before he had left with Lear on her journey, he'd often spent long times sitting on the sofa either alone or with Lear just watching the TV. Out here though there was no TV there was no comfy leather sofa, just frozen ground and a campfire. Instead there was just him, his sleeping mistress, his thoughts and memories.

Any memory of the time he spent with Lear was a treasured memory, each one carefully preserved an enshrined in the mental equivalent of an altar which itself was kept inside the mental equivalent of fort Knox. Malkin decided against examining his memories, he treated them like old photographs. If you exposed them too much they grew dry and faded all feeling lost from them. Instead he chose something that wouldn't cause his memories to fade, as these ones were burned into his skin and scale. Mistakes he should never make again.

Scars. Large amounts of them. Most of them Malkin have incurred as a foolish bagon. He wanted to fly so badly he'd jump off anything, not caring about what lay beneath. He'd had three near brushes with death after jumping from great heights onto sharpened rocks. These were mostly small scars but they made up the bulk of his scars, they were everywhere: his chest, flanks, legs and even his neck carried them. His other scars he was more proud of, these were honourable ones. Though to an observant eye they still looked like a bright silver lines beneath his blue scales.

Too any Pokémon they would have spoken volumes which when combines with his odd dark blue markings was more than enough to scare off all but the toughest foes. Every mark to their eyes was distinctive. His most recent mark for example was a long jagged slash the ran up his foreleg where a scyther had gotten inside his guard before he could burn it out with a flamethrower. Most of his battle scars also originated from his time as a bagon, despite his small stature and apparent lack of strength made many think he was an easy target but they all learned very quickly that Malkin was no push over.

Coming to the end of his survey Malkin took the opportunity to view his most distinguished scar, this one stood out from the others being almost black in contrast to his others. He could remember how he'd gotten it well.

****

Not long after his final evolution from a Shelgon to a Salamence, they'd retuned to visit Lear's mother in Undella town. The visit was short and bitter as even eight years after their first falling out the two of them still didn't see eye to eye. The visit had ended how it always did. Lear losing her temper over one of her mother's comments about her duty to find a man and be his housewife and swearing at her mother. In return her mother would threaten Lear with being disowned before Malkin would step in and warn both of them to behave. As a Salamence he was even more effective than normal.

They'd been preparing to leave when some crazy man dressed in a purple and amber cloak and decked out with many pendants arrived followed by a three headed dragon. Before we could leave he declared this village and it's land were his and that he should be worshipped as it's king.

The villagers would have none of that. Every trainer in the village tried to fight him but they were all burned down by the dragon's fire. Enraged by the villagers defiance he ordered his dragon to begin burning the houses down. We stepped in at that point having just arrived from the takeoff zone.

The battle was long, bitter and slightly creepy as occasionally, the left head would begin randomly laughing and attempt to bite its own wings, whilst the other two would argue. As the left head turned to bite the middle head Malkin saw his moment and dove in for the knockout. Despite the argument the black dragon was having with itself, it was able to launch a futile counter attack. Malkin's dragon claw did it's work knocking the creature, however the countering shadow claw had left its mark. A long black trail that would be seared into his skin and scale for his entire life.

****

Finished admiring his own scars Malkin turned his attention to Lear. despite his best efforts Lear had also taken hits. The backs of her hands were the most scarred, white lines scored their way across them like some perverse drawing. Her arms had fared much better than her hands, they were mostly clear of injuries but those that were on there weren't pretty. They were horrible puckered red marks, mostly small leftovers from younger misadventures, but they were interspersed by much larger more recent ones. Her perfect face was marred by a small patch of skin that had been burned by a wild arcanine that had gotten the drop on them and he hadn't been quick enough to block the flamethrower. He'd beaten himself up that night and for many nights after for failing to protect her.

As his gaze dropped down to examine her legs something caught his eye. That something was a set of brand new scars Malkin had never seen nor could he account for it, the others were either from training accidents or were defensive but these he couldn't place. Three marks on each arm all running parallel across the arm.

Where could they have come from? Malkin knew if he didn't find an answer it would annoy him constantly until he found out. Three marks, a very familiar pattern. In fact, that patter was very close, to hand or more precisely to paw. I made those marks he realised. Malkin could tell without comparing that his talons had scarred Lear. Feelings of shame and curiosity rushed through the dragon at the realisation of this fact. Confusion was also rampant as he had no clue as to when and where he'd injured her and why he'd done it .

Malkin racked his brains trying to solve the mystery. Training was out, he'd never attacked her there and she'd never had any reason to wear bandages on them except... The hospital nearly a month ago, after Malkin had brought a badly injured Lear to their door after an expedition to the mountains that went horribly wrong. Frantically he scoured his memories, he had to know how he injured her.

****

These weren't nice mountains, these were the kind of mountains where, blizzards and other winter weathers came to rest and get training for their next assault on the lands below. With such conditions it would be the perfect spot for the legendary Articuno or Regice to stop off on their world travels. The plan was simple we'd explore the mountain, and see if any caves which might house these Pokémon existed and if they were indeed there, to try and capture one.

At least that had been the plan, however the mountains took our plan and ate it whole. We found the cave under less than ideal circumstances. Having been attacked by several very angry ice types on the way up, that combined with the blizzard of hail and snow had nearly crippled my poor Shelgon body. If it hadn't been for some quickly applied potions and aspear berries, my partner would have been all alone and unprotected on that mountain.

The entire experience gave me a true insight into how symbiotic our relationship is. I protect her from bad guys and she heals me up so I can carry on protecting her. Even so both of us were freezing so finding that cave came as relief, so long we could get off the mountain side all thoughts of capturing legendaries was long gone.

Ironically we'd unintentionally found what we were looking for. It was a large cave composed entirely of permaice, except for one side which opened up onto a shear face of the mountain, and even better than that, in the centre of the cave a single ice blue feather stood surrounded by a blue corona. I could feel the raw power emanating from it a good 50 meters away.

That's when our luck already down, hit rock bottom. We really should have twigged when the rumbling started, but we ignored it too fascinated with the icy feather. By the time the crunching of ice boulders started, making us jump it was far too late, the entrance was covered by a thick layer of ice and snow. We were trapped but we were professionals and we wouldn't panic.

We didn't for the first 30 minutes, unfortunately our luck got even worse, the wind changed. Meaning that instead of skimming along the mountainside the blizzard was blowing directly into the cave we were trapped in. Not only that our ropes had been left further down the mountain, to make the journey back down easier and all of Lear's electrical gadgets had frozen up and were useless.

I wasn't good with temperatures but I guessed that the temperature must have dropped by 100C, for me in my shell it was cold, I hated to think how my mistress was feeling, even in her mountain gear.

Whilst I'd been doing my thinking, my mistress had disappeared out of my sight, stupid, it's my job to protect her of course I should punish myself for my inattention but I had more important things to worry about. At times I missed my bagon body, it may not have been as study or as strong but, I had much more freedom and looking around was so much easier, now I had to turn my entire body around. Which when you can only see directly in-front of yourself is a real nightmare.

She was standing directly in front of the exit to the mountainside. Again I missed my bagon body, it may not have been strong but it had arms, with which I could attempt to hold on to prevent her dropping to certain death. As it was I had four stumpy legs and a shell, real useful. Before I could stop myself, I was yelling "mistress" and charging towards her with every intent of saving her. That was so stupid of me, I revealed my true feelings for her, indirectly. Even now I still kick myself for being so foolish. I was lucky as our periods of understanding were shorter then and all she must of hear was an urgent "shel, shelgon."

My words obviously got her attention, as she span round to what I was "shel, shelgoning about. I think it was genuine surprise in her eyes at seeing me chasing towards her at full pelt yellow eyes blazing inside my shell. Without flinching she bent down and caught me. One hand on each side, acting like a set of breaks on car, bringing me to a stop.

"Don't you worry" she said, I'm not about to jump off, I wouldn't survive, I doubt even you in your great white shell would survive. "Look I can't figure a way out of this, tell you what Malk, you get us out of this and I'll grant you any one request, anything, no matter what, if it's in my power I will do it for you.

My heart raced when she made this announcement, it was a perfect arceus given opportunity, I loved and desired her with all my heart and had done since I was a little bagon. All I had to do was get her out of here alive.

Easier said than done.

An hour passed, and the cave grew colder, at my suggestion, we cuddled up together to share what little body warmth we had.

Some time passed, I took an educated guess that we'd skipped the major frostbite zone. Trapped in the shell I'd had nothing to do during cool down breaks but to sit and watch bad TV. I felt the need to console her "don't worry, we've passed the frostbite zone. Not just that we will get out of here. I promise you that."

Not long after that Lear broke her silence. Her words were faint but I heard them clearly. Clearer than any other words I heard within the shell, "I'm hanging on for you, wherever we go, we go together." I didn't realise the significance of her words till we were out of there that day. It wasn't a declaration of love, but it told of the strength of our bond and her feelings for me.

By then the cold was effecting me, well part of me. On the outside my body was freezing, but inside I was burning with fire, the strength of my fury was sustaining me. I'd defended her from everything this land had thrown at us and now, I was going to fail her, the two of us felled by nature.

The fires in my mind began to spread at this point, leaving my mind and flowing into my blood. It was the strangest experience I've ever felt, my shell and legs were freezing, yet inside, it felt like liquid fire spreading through every inch of my frame. The closest I'd ever come to that experience before was stealing a bottle of whisky from her mother's cabinet, the taste running down my throat was like liquid fire before it became vapours. It wasn't just fire it was energy, the energy to stand up and do anything. I felt like I could stand up, not just stand up, I could reach the moon without breaking a sweat, another planet definitely another galaxy maybe.

Apparently evolution differs, from mon to mon. For me. My first evolution was unpleasant, the strange feeling of growing and shrinking all at once, gaining two extra legs wasn't fun either. This change was so much better. This was freedom, I exploded literally, bursting out of my shell, the only trace left of it was my underbelly protection and bad memories. My new limbs, felt a part of me that had always been there, yet at the same time they were brand new. I could and would fly. But the best thing was the power, I could feel it rippling inside me. A fire that will never be extinguished as long as I would live.

My celebratory roar was so loud it dislodged a large amount of snow from the cave mouth. With my new hearing, I could hear the soft thump it made as it hit the valley floor below. It was at this point, my enthusiasm dimmed, I might have been okay but Lear wasn't, she was nearly frozen to death, while I was brimming with the fires of life. It wasn't right.

What was once beyond my power was now at my beck and call, I called the fire from within me and let loose a powerful flamethrower attack into the cave, to increase the temperature. A minute I was forced to seal off the fire, as I was running short on breath. If I hadn't needed to breath I'd have done it anyway, as I knew from watching medical programs, is that raising a person's temperature too quickly could easily cause a damaging system shock.

Again and again, I opened my maw and released fire into the cave, until finally , Lear's colour had returned and her body was free of the ice that had been gathering upon her.

"W, wtr" her request came out, hoarse and broken. Water, oh the irony "Water, water, everywhere_Nor any _drop to drink", the rhyme of the ancient mariner had been one of Lear's favourite childhood songs, which definitely applied here. All of the snow nearby had evaporated away, besides who knew what germs could be in it, the ice walls of the cavern were made by a legendary Pokémon and wouldn't melt, the water in the bottles had also evaporated, that left. The only other liquid in the cave. The though chilled me to the bone.

Blood.

My blood.

It has to work, I have no choice I reasoned. My elongated legs allowed me to return to Lear quicker than I used to, with great deliberation, I stretched round taking advantage of my long and fully articulated neck and large head to reach my rear leg. There I took a deep breath of cold mountain air and bit.

It hurt, I mean really hurt, my new sharp teeth cut cleanly through my layers of scale and skin, reaching the flesh and blood beneath. Blood spurted out, not red like a humans nor was it a blue like in my previous forms, black blood, pure black blood. This worried me, I had no idea what effect my blood would have and whether there was enough fluid in there to sustain a human.

It wasn't long before the flow of blood stopped, as I watched, my skin and scale knitted back together perfectly. As for Lear, her face stained black by my the blood but she appeared to be fine. Even so, she needed serious medical treatment, I had no choice but to fly her out of there.

It took great effort but with some help from my head, limbs and tail, I was able to get my trainer's semi-conscious form onto my back. It must have been here, in picking her up that my claw left marks that marred her perfect skin. she seemed to weight nothing at all up there. I though this next bit would be the hardest. However all I needed was to think about it and the appropriate memory and instincts would come to me. I'd heard of racial memories in certain pack Pokémon but to actually have one it was a strange experience.

Instinctively I knew how to clench the muscles within my legs to provide the perfect stance for liftoff. The feeling was great, releasing the clenched up power in my muscles, I launched up in the air, at the zenith of my leap I flapped my new wings for the first time. There was no stiffness, just pure motion. My wings caught the wind allowing me out into the freezing air. The strong winds battered my body, trying to keep me trapped in that cave, I would have none of it, my mouth opened and I roared defiance at the skies. With a few more wing beats I shrugged off the wind and then we were clear of the mountain. We weren't home safe yet, but we were free of the mountain.

A triumphant smile erupted across my face, we'd survived and that meant. I turned my head to check on my passenger, she was limp, lying on her front against my back. She was still conscious though so I had to say it "hey, you owe me that request." It was hard to keep the triumphant tone out of my voice. The thermals beneath me buoyed me up, lifting my spirits. I angled my wings, turning towards civilisation and medical care.

****

The memory faded from the eye of Malkin's mind. It truly was an Arceus sent chance that the event that had caused his evolution would also allow him to complete the ritual. It wasn't fully his choice, his people demanded it once he'd chosen a prospective mate he had no choice but to complete the ritual. Even so he wanted to complete the ritual of his own violation.

Something tapped on Malkin's flank, and again, the same amount of pressure this time in a different place. This poking was accompanied by the sound of yawning. Lear was awake.

"I have to know, why are we here?" Lear asked "come on then tell me what do you want and why here?" It was one his trainer's strange quirks that she could go from fast asleep to wide awake with virtually no in-between time.

Malkin shook his head and attempted to look bashful, which was enough to bring a smile to his trainers puzzled face.

"What do you know of Salamence mating rituals?" said Malkin, despite his calm almost offhand way of asking the question he was actually panicking. Too obvious? Has she figured it out? What if I scare her off? These and other variations were buzzing around in his head like angry flies all trying to distract him with their buzzing call.

"Salamence mating rituals." Lear didn't know what to make of the question, the only reason she could think of, was that he wanted to leave and find a mate and was going to tell her what steps he was going to take.

"I don't know much but I'm sure my basic knowledge is good enough" she began, but Malkin wasn't truly listening, he was too busy trying to contain his excitement. He had good reason to, not only was his plan working perfectly, his nose had also detected something he hadn't expected. Under her normal scent of sweat, human and curiosity, there was a hint, just the tiniest hint of arousal. Maybe this will be easier than I predicted. Thoughts aside he resumed listening to his trainer.

She paused for breath. "the first part is known as guardianship or watching the equivalent to dating in humans. The Salamence picks out their mate of choice and proves themselves by acting as a guardian to it's chosen. erm I'm not sure how long for" she trailed off as uncertainty began to cloud her normally bold voice.

She was faltering this is bad, his confidence began to wane as well. Nervous thoughts ran through his head She has to understand I need her to understand otherwise, I.. His thoughts stuttered, I couldn't complete the ritual, it would be unfair on her.

"thud" the dull sound of two heads colliding was the first sign of Malkins encouraging head bump, he'd lifted his head and gently bumped it against hers moving upwards. The simple and childish act of encouragement was enough to return Lear's perky smile to her beautiful face.

"okay then" Lear continued even so her tone wasn't as certain as before and would now quiver over areas where she wasn't 100% confident in. "The other part has a special name mien del tian or something, which means the challenge. I suppose it's like the presentation of an engagement ring, except that instead of a ring, a challenge must be completed." She paused, breathing heavily. Her breasts bounced up and down in time with her breathing, her hardened nipples were clearly visible through the fabric of her shirt giving her partner a very sexual and teasing show.

The sight of his partner's heaving chest was awakening primal instincts within the salamence. In his mind's eye he could see it happening, it would be so simple. One deft strike of his claws would rip her clothing from her body, his tail would wrap her ankle to keep her from moving while he got into position, it would be over in seconds. Lear would be pinned and helpless unable to resist his ravishing of her sweet body.

No! He stamped down on that train of thought, he'd kept his libido in check for the last eight years, now was not the time to lose control, especially when he was so close to his goal, close enough that he could imagine the taste of her juices and the feel of her sex against his tongue. NO! Flames of anger roared through his mind. "deep breaths, deep breaths" he repeated the mantra silently. It was hard but eventually he was able to regain full control of his judgement and prevent any impulses from being acting upon.

"The final act" she continued blissfully unaware of Malkin's mental struggle. "Is simply put, consummation, with the challenge complete they..get down and well yeah.." She stuttered over the last few words, clearly embarrassed about the idea of dragon sex.

For several seconds he clearing was silent apart from the whistle of the cold wind blowing through the trees.

"The period for watching, is a minimum of eight years and it finishes, when the guardian has successfully proved himself and is ready to challenge his intended." His tone was cold and impersonal, as if what he had just said was a solid fact that needed no emotion to convey. His piece spoken he was quiet. Malkin's eyes bored into Lear's searching for that little glimmer of understanding, a sign that she knew what was going on. Seconds ticked by like hours, the wait no matter how short was agony, but Malkin had no choice in the mater for his conscience would not allow him to continue without His love knowing why this was happening.

Eight years, what was so significant about eight years, why had Malkin mentioned it? Despite their partnership, she had never fully understood what went on in the great beast's head. Well eight had always been our lucky number. No that wasn't it, eight, I know it's something about us but what? Holy shit we've been together for eight years and for eight years he has been my guard and partner.

Inside her head wheels of thought long since set in motion sped up. The incident on the mountain, his current behaviour made even more sense, as once a salamence has committed to a mate they cannot leave until the ritual is fulfilled or broken. So he refused to leave because. Realisation dawned. Malkin wanted her to be his mate. Enough that he was prepared to die with her in the freezing cold to prove it. It was almost flattering in a perverse way.

There in her eyes, at first the spark of understanding was faint but it grew with every passing second until it blossomed into a full flame of understanding. Elation filled his body, finally after eight years of waiting, it had all come together flawlessly. There was but one thing left to do, Lear had asked a question and he had to answer.

"You wanted to know what my request was, well this is my request. Perform Miànlín de ti?ozhàn with me, allow me to prove if I am worthy of you my love."

Crap Lear cursed inwardly, she was right about his request but that didn't matter she'd agreed to grant his request no matter what and now she had to. He wanted her to perform Miànlín de ti?ozhàn with him. So be it I'll do it properly and maybe I can make him regret his wish. Earlier the memories had been hard to find, no matter where she looked they slunk out of the shadows like ashamed poochyena, now they were shining brighter than an illumise, showing and telling her just how the ritual should be done properly.

It took Lear considerable effort to extricate herself from her position. She had after all been lying against Malkin for several hours and her muscles were a bit stiff from inactivity. For a human Lear's full height would have been intimidating. At six foot she was one of the tallest trainers around. When compared with Malkin she was small, her head was barely one quarter of the way up his neck. OK she gasped in air in an attempt to clam herself using breathing. The right attitude was important, you had to face one another as equals, show no weakness and look into the others eyes. So she did just that, Lear met his gaze with one of her own.

"I have no choice but to accede to your request." It was hard but Lear managed to keep the tremors of fear he was experiencing out of her voice. "Very well then old friend what is your challenge?"

He'd put a lot of thought into the challenge he would set, his ancestral memories had told him of the limitations he would have in setting it. Most importantly it must be fair or biased in favour of the challenger and must combine at least two of the threes virtues: Skill, strength and smarts.

_ So she was being formal and polite to avoid bringing her emotions into this well,_ Malkin smirked. Two can play at that game. When he spoke his voice again took on a cold and impersonal edge. "Very well my challenge is one of smarts and skill. You have six minutes to hide or run I don't care, just make sure I can't catch you, you have a minutes head start." He winked "Don't worry I keep excellent time and I won't cheat. I believe you know the stakes, If I win I get to take you as my mate and if I lose well that's up to you" Malkin said the last few words carefully, each one was layered with an undertone of emotion before being released. As a little reminder of how real and physical the stakes really were.

Lear was up and running before, Malkin had a chance to say go, despite his assurances that this challenge was playing to her strength she couldn't avoid the feeling that she was going to be fighting a losing battle. He had wings, better eyesight and a keen sense of smell, all of which would give Malkin a definite edge in tracking her down.

Running through a forest isn't easy at the best of times, with the ground covered in snow it made Lear's task even harder and that was before you added in the fact that her mind was whirling on its axis, filled with fear. This was the hardest run she'd ever done in her life.

The first thirty seconds she spent running in blind panic, No aim nor real direction just away from the circle of light and her dragon's demand. The cold wind ripped at her face with icy talons trying to slow her down. Tree trunks rushed towards her out of the darkness, while their branches whipped at her face dragging needles along bare skin, the whole experience seemed surreal.

Eventually the fog of panic that had been clouding her mind faded replaced by adrenaline. With her fear aside, Lear found the running easier, her strides lengthened and were made with greater confidence. The nights darkness still limited her vision but now the fear was gone, little strips of moonlight appeared , making her path a little more visible.

She was tempted for a second to try and mask her tracks as footprints in the snow would be a perfect way of tracking her, all he would need is to be quicker than her and eventually following the tracks he'd catch up and.... Lear shivered involuntarily, the thought of being impaled on the end of a piece of dragonmeat was not something she wanted to dwell upon. In the end she decided not to as her tracks would be all but invisible from the air.

Behind her, Malkin's voice rang out "sixty, ready or not here I come"

Ok girl, the chase has begun which means it's time to get smart and with that thought_,_ she turned and took off for the thickest group of trees as fast as her legs would carry her.

Lear was so focused on running, that her entire world shrunk to a tunnel. Now all that existed to her was the path ahead of her and the sound of the wind as it blew past her in the opposite direction.

The sound was faint but growing louder by the second. It was the unmistakable sound of a Salamence in flight.

_ So what, I can hear his wings, this mountain is massive and my trail should be invisible from the air. Therefore he probably has no idea where I am._ Even with her reasoning Lear herself still wasn't sure, so she did the only thing she could do and carried on running

"wumph wumph" the steady sound of wing beats echoed it was louder than before meaning contrary to her hopes Malkin wasn't going in the wrong direction. _ No, no, no_ evenin Lear's head her own thoughts were already plaintive and desperate. Malkin was closing in and the five minutes were nowhere near up.

"Dammit" it took all of her self control not to shout her frustrations out loud and in doing so reveal her position. So then if she couldn't be faster than him or go somewhere he couldn't get to it was time to go to ground and hide.

There. Covered in snow, a collection of fallen branches. The perfect hiding place as it was all but invisible to creatures of the air.

Lear almost made it, but her luck which had held for the last four minutes ran out. A tree root, covered by the snow chose to make itself known, interrupting her step and flinging Lear to the snow covered ground. She didn't cry out, the fall was unexpected so by the time she thought to cry out, Lear was already face down in the snow, her mouth filled with snow, which acted as a makeshift gag, stifling her cry of shock and pain.

Despite Lear's silence the tree root had still given her away. Even through the trees, her black shirt was in direct contrast to the snow she was lying in. Which for any dragon keen of sight and smell that happened to be flying above, might as well have been a neon pink sign declaring "I am here!"

Out of time and out of options, Lear simply gave into her instincts. Fight or flight. She chose flight, as even her instincts knew that fighting a dragon would not be the best move she'd ever made. So her mind clouding with a feeling of dread, Lear picked herself up and ran, knowing full well that this would be her last run and it would mean the difference between getting raped and getting even.

Ahead of her the trees grew sparser, the snow glimmered with sparkling silver light, in fact everything was lighter, which could only mean one thing. Open ground

Her first thoughts were hopeful almost dispelling her feelings of dread, the clearing was an open space which would mean she could run faster without fear of being ambushed by trees and their roots. Her second thoughts were a lot less optimistic. Open ground lacked trees which meant there was no barrier to keep a dragon out. Which meant with all likely hood she was running into a trap.

Cautiously Lear walked out into the clearing, eyes and ears open for any sound that might indicate Malkin's presence. There was nothing, the clearing was empty. Maybe she allowed herself to hope maybe I've lost him.

"Crunch" the sound was almost indeterminable from the background noise of trees in the wind. A searing hot jet of flame soared past Lear's face, leaving her with the smell of singed eyebrows and a brief feeling of intense heat upon her skin.

Ahead of her a small clump of trees that had wandered off from the herd burst into flame. A definite warning about the consequences of trying to run again.

"Don't think about running or stalling for time I can easily catch you within the ninety seconds I have left" He grinned, bringing the corners of his mouth up exposing his intimidating fangs. "Well then are you going to come quietly or am I going to have to force you?" Malkin said raising his eyebrow to emphasise the question.

"You could give in you know" a treacherous voice whispered in the back of her head. " there's no shame in giving in and submitting to one who has defeated you."

Lear ignored the voice, having grow wise to its wheedles and whispers over the course of her life. Lear knew in her heart it was over, that she stood no chance at running from or getting past her dragon. Even so Lear Williams never had been and never would be a quitter. Which left Lear with only one action. Do something really stupid.

She darted to the left in an attempt to get around Malkin's bulk and get back into the forest. Before she'd gotten more than one pace closer to her destination something wrapped her around her ankle, stopping her escape attempt dead. Inertia caught up with Lear sending her sprawling headfirst into the snow with Malkin's tail coiled around her ankle.

The snow was soft and despite its coldness was comforting, something normal compared to the events of the last few minutes. Malkin stood above her, his foreleg no longer holding onto her foot as he had no need to restrain her. His eyes whirled wildly and his face was torn between expressions of triumph and lust. With great care Malkin rolled her recumbent form over and placed a forelimb on Lear's chest, the centre claw landing directly in the centre of her breasts. Unlike Normal Malkin's voice was much louder, possessed of an almost feral undertone he said one word "mine"

"Mine." Finally he had done it, the ritual was almost completed all that was needed now was for it to be consummated. Malkin's head and stomach were filled with dozens of butterfree's at the thought of taking his mate right here in the snow. Inside him primal feelings awakened, the urge to take his female and take her hard and fast. To ravage her sweet pussy with his cock and to penetrate the very depths of her womanhood and despoil it. to leave his seed spattered all over her, as marks of possession and a warning to all who would take his mate from him. NO. For the second time that evening he had to hold himself back. He must be patient, this was no robust female salamence who lay beneath him ready to be brutally taken without a moment warning, this was a delicate human, this would require patience and dedication but he knew that before long she would be well and truly his.

"Mine" as soon as Malkin said those words, for Lear her entire world seemed to have a damming inevitability to it. She knew the ritual well enough, having done some research into it not long after her encounter when she caught Malkin and despite being for too young to originally understand the ritual and its significance she now did fully, especially with a very aroused Malkin staring down into her eyes. Although Lear had never believed any of that Arcean bull shit her mother spouted, one thing had stuck. "your virginity is your purity, it's special and should only be given away to that special someone at the right time.

In Lear's mind her current situation was the opposite of that, this location wasn't special, it was a horrible mountain side and a horny Salamence was not her idea of the right person. The right person: would be kind, caring, willing to protect her and defend her honour and preferably well endowed. he needn't be the perfect gentleman but nor did she want a rough and ready street crook. In all her travels however, Lear had not met a single man or woman that she felt possessed the qualities she wanted in a partner. All the men really wanted was to get into her pants, and the women were either the same as the men or cool ice queens that ignored her.

"but there is someone. Isn't there?" The words weren't mocking like they usually were they were husky and seductive. "the only male you've ever cared about." it had always been there a voice, something hiding within the darkest reaches of her mind taunting Lear whispering perversions in her head, tempting her with delicious images of carnal delights.

Malkin. The one person she knew that had every characteristic she wanted in a companion. Lear now realised why she had been hearing voices, all along she had known that she wanted Malkin as much as he appeared to want her. Unable to deal with the possible consequences of fucking her best friend she'd repressed those urges. Now however with her dragon standing over her dominantly, they'd been released. New and unfamiliar desires, seared through her, opening Lear's mind to all sorts of new opportunities, allowing her to accept what was to come, even to look forward to it. Sod the consequences she thought, I want him now!

The smell of Lear's arousal wafted up to Malkin's nose. It was the signal he had been waiting for, his patience had been rewarded, she was ready and so was he it was time to begin. Any hesitation in Malkin's action was long gone, with one smooth action he dropped his head to hers, opened his mouth and pressed his lips to hers beginning a passionate kiss. Their lips mingled together creating a sensuous dance. Her soft sensuous lips danced against his, causing his scales to tingle whenever they connected the feeling was excellent, better than he'd ever imagined in his fantasies.

Lear had no idea what to expect from her draconic companion, she knew about courtship but had never worked up the courage to research salamence sex, so when it came Malkin's kiss caught her totally off balance. Every second the kiss went on was a second filled with new sensations for Lear. It was her first real kiss from a man, the fact that it was something that she used to consider taboo only made it more exciting.

Malkin's forked reptilian tongue dove into her mouth. The long thin organ traced around every inch of her mouth probing, exploring every inch of it, claiming it as his own. There was no battle, Lear was beaten and she knew it allowing his tongue to wrap around hers effectively binding them together. There was nothing she could do but keep melding lips with Malkin, his taking of her mouth had left her powerless, forcing her to allow his dominance of her to continue. Deep down she had hoped this was going to happen as dominance was a key part of salamence culture. The fact that it was happening could only mean one thing, this was a true claiming and before the morning came her mate would have her moaning in ecstasy.

The emotions behind the kiss had an unexpected side effect. Lear was severely aroused so much so that her panties were already slick with her need. Consumed by the overwhelming feelings Lear wished that this moment could last forever. Unfortunately it couldn't, the need to breathe was overwhelming forcing both of them to break the kiss.

****

He couldn't believe it, long had he fantasised about this day, when he would finally claim his trainer as his mate. The feeling of dominance over his trainer felt so good, so satisfying, it truly was a fantasy come true. Malkin murred in contentment, if that was how good kissing her felt, he struggled to imagine how good it would feel to finally break down the barrier between human and Pokémon by having sex with his trainer. The kiss, it felt so good, so forbidden, so wrong and yet so right. He had no choice but to do it again.

Once again Malkin brought his lips to Lear's. This time it was slow and deliberate, almost like he was offering her a final chance to resist him , his desire, his passion and everything he offered her: pleasure, passion, domination and. A mate. She didn't resist him, instead Lear submitted to his will and melted into the kiss. Both were determined to make this experience the best one of their life.

****

Though their second kiss was just as unexpected as their first . Lear was mentally prepared for it this time. Once again, their lips met. Hard scales met soft skin, recreating that most enjoyable feeling. She didn't attempt to fight this time, relaxing into the kiss allowing the passion behind the kiss to wash over her and sweep her away in a wave of feelings. It was harder to break the kiss this time as neither side wanted to release the feelings of happiness and love that it embodied. Again though the need to breathe forced them apart.

Her panties were really sodden now, Lear could feel the wet fabric rubbing against her thighs as she breathed, somehow she was getting seriously aroused from just two kisses. A quick glance down confirmed she wasn't the only one who was aroused, his large erection was clearly hanging between his back legs. The sight of his needy cock hanging there begging for attention created new unfamiliar feelings and desires within the human. There he was her guardian, her protector, her friend and he was in desperate need. That much was obvious from his erection. It was just hanging there all twelve inches of dragon meat needy and begging for attention. Just as she needed him, it was instinctive, she had to touch it, feel it, play with it.

****

Now it was Malkin's turn to be surprised. He knew how this was going to start and how it would end, but getting from A to B had alluded him, now it appeared his trainer with her tight grip on his cock was going to show him the way. He knew it existed but this was the first time anyone had ever touched it, If this was just the warm up Malkin wondered how good the finale would be.

He was taken off balance by the feelings his trainer's actions were creating. No, not just his trainer she was his mate now.

She ran her hand up and down all twelve inches of his intimidating, member. At first her movements were slow and deliberate, taking her time to get acquainted with every barb and ridge.

Her actions were slow and delicate, it was almost like Lear was doing one of her regular grooming sessions except this felt soo much better. Every stroke of her hand felt like it had an electric charge. Wherever she rubbed, it felt like little static shocks were rushing through his nerves.

Before long Lear had finished her exploration and wordlessly began caressing his member, after every length, she planted a tiny kiss on the end before repeating her actions. With each kiss Malkin let out a pleasured moan showing his approval.

The stroking felt good but the kiss felt much better, any lingering touch or breath upon his cockhead felt even better than all of Lear's ministrations on the rest of his shaft.

It didn't take long for Lear to pick up on her partners sporadic murrs, they were after all the loudest sound in the clearing. It gave her an idea.

Without warning Lear ceased her ministrations. Malkin growled in frustration. Her hand had been doing a such a good job. He was so close to his peak and she'd stopped without warning.

"Don't worry my mate, you'll have your reward soon enough" Lear's husky voice came from beneath him.

The few seconds Malkin had to wait for his "reward" were the longest and most excruciating seconds of his life. The cold mountain air blew across his throbbing member, teasing and tantalising him whilst doing nothing to release the ache that had been building in his loins.

Her mouth was just as thorough as her hands had been if not more so. The seal her lips made was even tighter around him than her hands had been, coaxing even more pleasure out of him.

At first Lear's movements were slow and careful not wanting to make a mistake and anger Malkin. Despite his best efforts to keep quiet, in case there were other people around. The feeling of Lear's tight wet mouth wrapped around his member was more than enough to break the virgin dragons concentration. His loud "murrs" of pleasure hung in the still air.

His happy murring was all the confirmation Lear needed to speed up her actions. Any attempt Malkin made to describe it was shattered instantly by the intense feeling of pleasure from Lear's tight mouth clamped around his throbbing member.

Something wet and wriggling brushed up his member. Malkin almost jumped out of his skin with surprise at the unexpected contact. It took him a second to realise what was happening, Lear's tongue which until now had been content to sit at the bottom of her mouth had decided to join in the fun.

Lear's tongue caressed the tip of his member whilst her lips and mouth stroking and sliding down applied a firm tightness against it. Each caress, each stroke caused Malkin's member to throb and pulse within Lear's mouth indicating how well she was doing.

It was hard for Malkin, every instinct in his body was screaming at him. To thrust into the warm tightness that was enveloping his member. He didn't have to repress his urges for long, he could feel his orgasm approaching fast.

Seeing Malkin was close to blowing his load, Lear sped up her actions trying to hasten the finale. Instead of caressing his shaft Lear focused on his sensitive head. Lavishing it with attention from her tongue.

His jaw hung open and his eyes were half closed as the feeling of pleasure overloaded his nerves. It was all too much for the inexperienced dragon, Lear's renewed attentions quickly pushing him over the edge.

With a mighty roar that caused snow to fall from distant trees Malkin climaxed. Inside her mouth his cock twitched and pulsed with every spurt of hot cum it ejected. Compared to the salty and almost sour pre that she had been tasting for the last minute or so. His cum was surprisingly tasty, it's creamy texture and spicy tinge made her crave more.

Try as she might though there was just too much to swallow and most of Malkin's pent up frustration ran straight out of her mouth and down her front, soaking her shirt and bra. By the time Malkin had finished her face was covered in ropes of his seed as was most of her torso. He wasn't just Malkin anymore, he was her mate and it was time to think of him as such.

Even though Lear hadn't got any actual pleasure from pleasing her mate, she still felt content having done so. Maybe it was the taboo nature of the act or the fact that turned her on. Or maybe, she enjoyed the act itself for the debauchery of it. A slutty middle finger to her stuffy mother.

Malkin's cock was conspicuously still erect in front of her, giving Lear the chance to admire every single inch of it. This struck home how big her mate really was, she scarcely believed she'd been able to take the entire thing into her mouth.

Lear moaned as a pulse of need from her lions seared through her veins chose that moment. Her desire forgotten amongst the feeling of happiness she'd gotten from bringing her mate to a climax, chose that moment to return with a vengeance.

Her grin could only be described as sinful. As right in front of her, was both the cause and solution to her current predicament.

"Well then" Lear whispered, more for her own benefit than for Malkin's " Let's finish this ritual."

Any opposition she'd had to this coupling was long gone under a haze of pleasure and lust. If anything Lear felt like she was filled with regret. Regret that she'd repressed her true feelings and denied herself, this feeling. It was like she was a child again, meeting Malkin for the first time. The feelings were the same, only now they were so much stronger.

The air beneath Malkin was rich with pheromones and the smell of dragon cum. A potent mix which only served to further Lear's desire for her partner. Her lust rolled over her in waves telling her exactly what she needed to do.

Lear's shoes went first slipped off her feet and carelessly slung aside. Her shirt went next, her hands shook with feelings of lust and desire as Lear fought with the buttons. Growing impatient Lear simply gave up on the shirt's last few buttons and simply whipped it over her head before throwing it to one side where it landed on a crumpled heap. Next was her bra, it was a simple black affair with a rear clip, to her lust addled brain this was far too complicated, instead she simply slipped one finger under the front and pulled. The fabric strained for a second trying to stretch to accommodate the intruding finger before giving up with a rip of broken seams exposing her pert breasts. The snap of elastic across her erect nipple brought temporary relief but it was a drop in the ocean compared to the amount of pleasure she needed. Her shorts and panties were a lot easier, a quick wriggle of the hips and they both slipped off, they two joined her shirt and bra on the floor. She could feel the mountain air blowing across her skin, but not the vicious chill it had brought before.

The fire of need in Lear's loins felt like it was strong enough to melt the entire mountain. Desperate to be sated she shuffled forward out from underneath Malkin, ignoring the cold snow against her naked back.

He couldn't believe it, in less than half an hour his mate had gone from openly resisting his advances, to lying in front of him with legs spread actively begging in an attempt to spur him on. It was working to. The urge to ravage her there and then was overwhelming. No he'd decided long ago when the time came he would savour every moment of it.

The view in front of him was pleasing to both his eyes and nose. Lear's legs were spread wide, openly displaying the treasure of her womanhood. Before any attempt to view her treasure before had always ended with Lear giving him a stern bop on the nose and rapidly shooing him out of the room. Now it was on display and Malkin took the opportunity to drink in the sight. It wasn't as big as he'd expected but it looked big enough to take is girth. Her outer lips were puffy and swollen with arousal, whilst the rest of her pussy was soaked with her juices. Her scent was just as special as the view, Malkin had been getting tantalising whiffs of it all his life. With source almost directly in front of his nose, the scent was almost overpowering. Her smell was unusual, somehow it managed to be both strange and familiar at the same time.

Although his previous orgasm had drained him, Malkin had no need to rest before the main event eight years of pent up lust and frustration saw to it that his member was still painfully erect and ready for action. Even if he hadn't been a few seconds of staring at her prone form and drinking in the sweet scent of her arousal would have been more than enough to get him ready.

"Please Malkin don't be such a tease" Lear was far too pent up with need, the desperation and lust stood out clearly in her voice

"Tease, my dear Lear, I haven't even started yet" Malkin said with a smirk.

Slowly Malkin stepped forward, the crunch of snow with each step sounded so loud compared to the silence of the clearing. It only took a few steps before once again he was once again above Lear's prone form.

"Wait!" She cried out. "Not like this."

Her words horrified Malkin, after the chase, the foreplay and the blowjob she was chickening out. despair and doubt began to rise up. Should he continue with the ritual if it went against her will, could he bring himself to rape his friend.

Lear must have guessed what was going through his mind because her next words were accompanied by a laugh. "Not like that you silly boy. It took me far too long to realise that I really want this mating with you." She paused to allow this to sink in. " What I meant was that I want to do this properly, in the correct position."

Relief flooded the great dragon's frame, Lear wasn't rejecting him, instead she was extending an invitation. An invitation to throw off the trappings of civilisation, to embrace the feral nature of the ritual and to breed her like she was a bitch in heat. Accepting her request was the easiest decision the great dragon had ever made in his life.

Unfortunately their new position created a new problem for them. Malkin's neck wasn't long enough to allow him to look beneath him, so he had no idea what was going on and now that Lear was on all fours with her shapely backside raised up in the traditional feral mating pose, she couldn't see very well either. Which meant that actual penetration might be a little awkward.

Giving up wasn't an option, neither was changing position as both wanted to do it properly which meant they were going to have to do it blind.

Malkin was impatient to start but knew that he had to keep calm, keeping each exploratory thrust gentle to prevent Lear from coming to harm.

His first attempt hit something thin and wiry. Beneath him Lear shook her head "that was my knee, higher and a little to the left". His second attempt nearly missed completely brushing along the hard muscles of her thigh leaving a trail of warm pre along it. Malkin was getting impatient his third attempt was a lot harder and had it missed would have bruised her delicate human skin. He was rewarded with a small moan from Lear, confirming that he was in the right place this time. The sensitive tip of his member brushed against her soaking slit making both of them to shudder with pleasure and desire.

"Please Malkin, just put it in" Lear was begging now, the object of her desires was tantalisingly close. She could feel the heat radiating from it.

"Don't worry my mate, you'll get your reward soon enough." Despite his desire for to claim his mate The opportunity for revenge was too good to pass up.

Every instinct in Malkin's body was screaming at him, to simply thrust in and claim this female below him. Instead of thrusting he began to move his dick in a small circle around her sex. Lear's need became obvious to him as her juices ran faster at the barest hint of contact.

"Dammit it you" her need had reduced Lear's voice to barely more than a whimper. "If you don't fuck me right now, so help me Arceus I will..."

Whatever Lear had been going to say was lost forever as Malkin chose that moment to thrust into her dripping folds. Her words turned into moans as she was penetrated for the first time in her life.

Malkin could scarcely believe it. Lear's pussy even tighter than her mouth.

As he slowly pushed into Lear's sex, Malkin could feel her walls clamping down upon his intruding member, already trying to milk as much feeling from it as possible. Malkin's first thrust didn't get him very far into Lear. Even so There was a feeling of pleasure was intense as her walls clamped down around his sensitive head.

He paused, allowing his mate to get used to his girth, taking care to stretch her tight tunnel out so he wouldn't hurt her. Malkin himself also had to get used to the tightness of her love tunnel.

Only an inch of his member was buried within her but it was more than enough to give him a taste of what was to come.

"Mine!" He yelled to the world, and with that Malkin set about claiming his prize. Primal feelings roared through his frame. Lust, Desire, Joy. At last he was claiming his mate, joining them together performing their parts in a dance that has gone on since the dawn of time. He started gently keeping his thrust slow and shallow, savouring the feelings of pleasure their union was creating. Each thrust took him a little deeper and brought the two of them closer together.

There was something impeding his thrusts, it felt like some kind of barrier, preventing access to deeper within her but he wasn't sure, maybe this was as far as he could go. He hesitated, the last thing he wanted was to hurt his beloved mate.

Lear quickly realised why he'd stopped. Malkin had reached her hymen and was confused by it. It seemed almost ironic that Malkin who was completely in-love with her and wanted to be her mate. Was almost clueless about her body. His innocence only made him more adorable.

Her throat already hoarse from moaning and begging, It took Lear a few attempts to find her voice, when she did it was faint and raspy. "Just go on, it'll break, please make me a woman."

His next thrust seamed agonisingly slow. She could feel it intimately, for every centimetre he gained within her, she was rewarded with a feeling of pleasure, whilst her barrier stretched attempting to compensate for the increased girth within her. This is it her thoughts were surprisingly bitter in contrast to the pleasure that was surging through the rest of her mind. _ My dragon, my love is going to take my virginity, screw you mum._

For a brief second there was nothing in her world but the feeling of slow stretching. Then with a tear it came back to her. The smell of pine needles and messy love saturated the air. The clearing was silent except for the sound of her lovers murring and the squelch of their love juices mixing within her.

The smell of blood reached Malkin disturbing his thrusts. Had he hurt her? Fear began to rise in his gut threatening to pour out and smother the feelings of lust and pleasure that their coupling had created. Unable to speak he growled, trying to express his concern for his mate's well being.

Lear had no trouble deciphering the meaning behind the growl. Especially now. In this moment Pokémon and trainer were closer together than they had ever been in the past eight years

"I told you big boy, don't worry" Her tone was soft and reassuring trying to reassure her mate's worried mind. Lear paused allowing Malkin to calm down and stop worrying. When she next spoke her voice was still soft but the tone had changed from reassuring to teasing and the lusty edge it had had returned. "Now then. Are you going to stand around and tickle me. Or are you going to put your beautiful cock to work and breed your mate like the stud you are?"

"Love". He grinned. "I'll fuck you so hard you'll think we're the same species."

At first the pain of the invasion had drowned out every other feeling within her. Now the pain subsided, lessening with every thrust Malkin made into her unexplored depths. A curious new sensation replaced it. It was a feeling of fullness, she could intimately feel every ridge and barb of his draconic member as they stroked along her passage.

Malkin was true to his word, his nerves conquered, he gave into a millennia of instincts and began to thrust vigorously into her. For Lear every thrust felt like heaven, as he penetrated deeper into her unexplored virgin depths. Every thrust caused her moan out in ecstasy.

It wasn't enough for Lear, she felt good but her lusts were unsated. Her inner sanctum was unbreached and Her success at oral sex hadn't been repeated, she estimated there was still three glorious inches of dragoncock that weren't within her glistening folds.

Even if he wasn't deep enough for her tastes, Malkin was certainly not holding back on the force behind his thrusts, each one was enough to turn her legs to jelly with nerves and excitement.

"I thought you were going to breed me, you stud." her tone was mocking with hints of the desire and impatience which was motivating her.

Malkin's reaction shocked Lear to her core. Where she had once felt full, she now felt empty, where there was satisfaction there was dissatisfaction and now her lust which had been previously tempered was now flaring loose again.

Malkin hesitated, it was true he had been holding back slightly, he was still scared about hurting his mate. Then it hit him like a magnet train. Her words echoed in his mind "I want to do this properly" Lear wanted to be taken like a feral Salamence, to perform the ritual correctly. To be dominated sexually by her new mate.

Without regret he pushed away his last inhibitions, Lear's happiness had always meant the world to him and now she was his mate it was twice as important to him.

With a domineering roar, Malkin thrust into his mate. Her damp folds, stretching as they allowed him back in. This time there was no barrier allowing Malkin to continue his trust all the way into her depths.

The tightness of her sex came as a shock to Malkin as he'd only just gotten accustomed to having it out in the air. Whenever he pulled it out, it felt like her pussy was trying to hold him in there, Milking him for every bit of sensation it could get from him. On the entrance, it felt like a tight warm glove , that was trying to suck him inside. The combination of her tight pussy and the sucking feeling he was receiving felt good. It was enough to make the blissful dragon murr, filling the clearing with the sounds of his happiness.

She could feel the pointed tip of Malkin's member at the entrance to her womb, every thrust brought her fresh pleasure as the barbs and ridges of his cock rubbed against her inner walls, touching places within her Lear never knew existed. Even if she wanted to, there would be no way Lear would ever take a human lover, knowing exactly what she'd be missing.

With one hard thrust Malkin penetrated her cervix, granting him access to her innermost treasure. If Lear had felt filled before, that was nothing compare to how she felt now. Every inch of her sex was being stretched wide by her mate's member.

It wasn't over there, despite all the pleasure that their sexes had wrung from one another neither of them had cum yet.

Malkin's breathing was ragged and his thrusts had lost all rhythm. He was close, he could feel the pressure building in his loins. even so he kept thrusting as hard as he could attempting to speed their orgasms. Tiring rapidly Malkin thrust forward for the final time, hilting himself deep inside Lear. The feeling of her tight pussy clamped around his entire length was incredible, it was like a set of hands caressing and toying with his entire length.

It was finally too much for Lear. As Malkin hilted himself filling every inch of her pussy, he had hit all of the right places within her bringing a rush of pleasure greater than any before. Her endurance finally ran out allowing the dam holding back her pleasure to break down and wash her away with the feeling of orgasmic bliss. She came, as a scream of pleasure ripped itself from her throat. The world in front of her dwindled until all she could see was her dragon's white chest and front legs and then nothing at all just a sea of pure white bliss.

Lear's climax was exactly what Malkin required to begin his own climax. Her sex clamped down around the intruding member, the extra pressure was just what was needed to trigger off Malkin's orgasm. His member pulsed sending spurts of warm virile draconic seed into Lear's unsullied womb.

This time Malkin's roar was louder and more triumphant than it had been before. After eight long years of planning and waiting he'd finally claimed his trainer, his love as his mate. He wanted the whole world to know of his conquest. To know that by the laws of his people Lear was his and his alone.

Lear was too far gone, her conscious mind consumed by the pleasure of their bestial mating. But that was nothing compared to the pleasure she gained from the consummation of their union. Even now she could feel her mates hot virile draconic seed languishing within her depths. It was a reassuring presence reminding her, that she would never be alone again and for the last eight years she never had been.

There was no more need for words, for their actions had spoken louder than words. Their actions together had transcended the boundary between human and Pokémon. They both lay there enjoying their afterglow neither caring about the consequences of their actions for both of them had finally found a mate and happiness.

I hope you enjoyed this work.

Danvers