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With Tetsuya having agreed to come live with us at the base, the new addition of a larger than average Aron to the household brought its fair share of liveliness. Without even the need of a preliminary discussion, both Rikiya and I had decided to treat the little guy like we had adopted him, turning the three of us into a recomposed family of sorts. Our various, respective experiences of loneliness and hurt had allowed a deep, unbreakable bond to form, continuously nurtured by the desire to care for each other.

The night after our encounter with the Lairon, I had wasted no time in finally browsing the Pokémon Index and learning more information about my red-eyed companion, while simultaneously observing him exhibiting those very traits, which proved to be extremely fascinating. Although I had promised myself not to rush anymore, this felt more like catching back on something I should've done long ago, ever since I learned about the existence of the Aron species. The excitement was too strong to be put aside anyway; thus, the massive, thousand-page glossary had been laid open on the study desk before I could even reconsider.

According to the index, as a Steel-type, and also Rock-type, Tetsuya had no skin and barely any flesh save for his eyes, his lower body being entirely composed of rock. This allowed him to not bear any smell or perspire like Rikiya or me did, and most of all to not leave anything nasty behind him to clean up. His body care was less of a hassle than I pictured it to be, only requiring his iron parts to be polished once a week.

His diet also seemed to be extremely frugal, as Aron scarcely drank water and mostly fed on mineral ore they found by digging through rocks, caves and mountains, according to the book. I immediately feared that this would lead him to dig around the secret base, what with the walls being made of natural rock, but according to Rikiya, he had warned him beforehand, and now the little guy was aware that the house's walls were not available for consumption. I later remarked that he would slip out of the house by himself to get his daily mineral intake by nibbling on some stones down the road.

Nonetheless, it begged no question that he would still share all our meals, and this policy was applied without further delay. Tetsuya's ravenous appetite never failed to surprise us both, the Steel-type devouring his plate with an enthusiasm that gave Rikiya's skills their due praise, no traces of the culinary rampage to be found after he was done, and a cheerful metallic cry asking for the next offering.

His sleeping habits also turned out to be noteworthy; Tetsuya was a heavy sleeper, and usually took long naps during the day in addition to falling asleep quite early in the evening. I quickly figured this was a consequence of his more than unstable life in the wild, a time when he most likely had to struggle merely to find a suitable place to spend the night. Something that he could now afford anytime, and made full use of without holding back, catching up on lost hours of sleep.

During his afternoon naps, he usually came to lay down on my lap whenever I sat in the living room to read something or watch the TV, whereas in the evening, he usually found a spot alone on one of the beanbags and cozied himself to sleep, while we both moved in the bedroom and fell asleep in the usual fashion. Apart from that one time when Rikiya had carried us back home, where he had been thoroughly exhausted from his fight, the prospect of being lifted high did not appeal to him in the slightest, and he favored staying on the ground by a wide margin. We had debated buying him his own bed or me leaving Rikiya's embrace at night to sleep with him on the human-sized bed, but Tetsuya had declared being content with the current arrangements, and so we left it at that.

Of course, being a Pokémon, he showed proficiency with several moves, albeit way different than those Rikiya had demonstrated prior. At some point, we had all gathered in front of the base so that he could show us which moves he could use besides Autotomize, and the veteran Dragon-type had taken care of naming and explaining each of them to me.

Unsurprisingly, two of them were defensive techniques, like Protect or Iron Defense, with one offensive move named Iron Head completing the limited set of four moves a Pokémon could master at once, the latter which I had recognized as the one he used against the Lairon. I wasn't keen on taking part in Pokémon battles together with my new friend, but figured it couldn't hurt to know what he was able to do, should an emergency arise and I could help coordinate his movements. That is, provided that he'd be able to hear and listen to my hypothetical commands without a hitch.

Which leads us to what was, without a doubt, one of Tetsuya's most interesting traits: his exceptionally bright mind. At first, I only thought it to be the result of my imagination, but the more time passed, and the more I noticed that Tetsuya started to pick up the subtleties of human language, often reacting and replying accordingly to bits and pieces of our conversations without needing Rikiya's interpreter skills.

As a matter of fact, we hadn't yet brought up the bed issue with Tetsuya directly, simply talking about it when he was lounging in my lap, and I had wondered aloud if he might want his own bed to sleep in. Yet, before any of us could react, he lifted his head and shook it sideways, expressing his refusal, before going back to his own business, to my utmost surprise.

The change in behavior had manifested so suddenly, that I had felt compelled to question Rikiya, to which he confirmed that Pokémon as a whole had a high ability to pick up and learn various things, especially new moves, but this also made them more receptive to human language provided that they were consistently exposed to it.

However, unlike the Dragonite who I was so familiar with by now, most weren't able to reach the point where they'd be able to communicate back, either by speaking or writing it, much less both. It explained why Rikiya's profession as an interpreter was deemed so valuable by the training society, and how he had managed to earn as much money as he effectively did through the years.

With that said, though, I still had faith that Tetsuya might be able to properly converse back one day, if taught adequately. Even if his current species, or his evolved species, weren't deemed as intelligent as humans in general, it was a motivating prospect, another long-term goal that I felt motivated to pursue.

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While all of this was fine and dandy, I had also decided to focus on other matters for now. Namely, finding a suitable trainer university and submitting my application. Now that my mind was set in treading the path of Pokémon training, no further doubts impeded my wish to enroll. At some point, the temptation to stay cooped up on the island and self-educate grew strong, fueled by the observation that Hiroshi's book selection constituted an exhaustive amount of teaching material, and as demonstrated so far with the basics book, was serviceable even when accounting for my unfamiliarity.

However, deep down, I was painfully aware that such a decision would not be viable in the long run. After all, no matter how much I'd insist, the truth remained that I was still someone with a scholastic mindset, and my learning process thrived better when surrounded by the familiar academic environment a proper institution could provide. Not to mention that Pokémon trainers appeared to form a very wide and social community, wider than I'd imagined at first, relying heavily on exchange of information to improve their lives and those of their partners; cutting myself completely from that network would most certainly turn out detrimental.

Thus, the day after befriending Tetsuya, I took Kouji up on his offer for advice regarding which institutions to apply to, and he managed to make time the next weekend, landing quite early in front of the base's entrance. Rikiya barely had greeted him at the door, that his eyes widened at the little Aron's sight, the latter immediately yelping and hiding behind me, his eyes full of cautious apprehension. After a few minutes spent defusing the situation and formally introducing both Steel-types to each other, Rikiya opted to stay in the living room and watch a television game, with Tetsuya tagging along, while Kouji I retreated to the study, the computer already booted on and operational for our browsing session.

A few hours were required to weigh the pros and cons of each school, the Metagross' abnormal memory and knowledge of curriculums helping to tally which options were the best suited for my circumstances. It all bore fruit in the end, as I had narrowed it to a few colleges that still accepted applications and that Kouji recommended.

The wise Pokémon also informed me of additional procedures I would have to undertake, such as registering myself as a “trainer in-training", confusing as the phrase may sound, so that I could receive the coveted “Trainer card", the official document acknowledging me as part of the training community in the eyes of society. All universities usually accompanied their students through these mandatory administrative hoops, so this was just as a preventive heads-up, or so Kouji justified.

Our business settled promptly, the Metagross quickly took his leave, after complying with Rikiya's request to at least share lunch together to make up for last time, and I spent the next few days readying the necessary paperwork and submitting my applications online. With the wheels now set in motion, an uplifting sensation was slowly taking residence in my heart, as it truly seemed like I was taking back control of my own life, like I had found something worth striving for. Something that this time, I truly wished to do, instead of feeling obligated to commit to it.

For the first time since a long while ago, I felt optimistic about my own future. Like nothing could get in my way, or deter me from following my new dream. With my Dragonite boyfriend supporting me in all kinds of ways, and my major problems solved, it didn't feel like such a daunting step to take anymore. All the universities I had applied to were not getting back to me until the end of August, so the only thing left for now was to keep enjoying my new life and wait patiently for the results until then.

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My relationship with Rikiya had been developing extremely well up to now, and my affection for the big Dragon-type with a heart of gold was at an all-time high ever since he had rescued Tetsuya and me from the group of Lairon. After that event, something had begun to morph anew in my heart, another thick layer of trust, appreciation, and attraction for my soulmate building on top of the previous one.

As per usual, we kept fooling around sharing kisses and licks almost each evening, only stopping when sleepiness took over on my end. So far, I hadn't felt ready to truly embrace our relationship to the fullest. I was content just testing the waters, simply caressing and kissing his soft, yet robust scales, with him reciprocating in kind. Yet, a pang of shame and frustration always manifested after the fact.

Shame from the lasting impression that I was leading him on somehow, teasing and arousing him just to deny him release each and every time. And frustration because deep down, I really wished to go even further, and cement our bond for good, gifting him with the ultimate act of trust that can be shared among a couple.

However, as I had mentioned to the big Dragon-type at some point, I never felt comfortable imagining myself anywhere other than on the receiving end. Similarly, Rikiya had confessed to be way more at ease when being the one giving, which made both of us swoon realizing that we were a spotless match even on that front.

The main issue, though, was that both of us were virgins, and thus lacked actual experience with other people or Pokémon from the same sex. Fear would overtake me every time I'd ponder about the appearance of his well-endowed member and the painful imagery of having it lodged in my bowels, establishing a mental block which prevented me from even beholding the tool in question. deep down, I knew such concerns were unneeded. Despite technically having the means to do so, Rikiya had never hurt me, even by accident.

Most of all, I knew that he would be mortified if he really ended up hurting me, probably blaming himself until the end of times should that grim eventuality materialize itself. I hadn't spoken up about this, and so I wasn't aware whether Rikiya shared the same sentiment, or if he was truly fine with the current state of things and didn't wish for more.

Such were the thoughts roaming around my mind noisily, when came the day I resolved to change the tune we were currently dancing to. It was a balmy and pleasant summer night, customary of the island. As usual, Tetsuya was soundly asleep on a beanbag in the living room, which usually gave us all the intimacy we needed behind the bedroom's closed door. In the isolated shower cabin, a warm jet of water was raining over my body, as I contemplated my next course of action while rubbing around with the foamy mitt, and how I would tackle the subject. I took care of cleaning with Persim-flavored soap, Rikiya's favorite perfume, every nook and cranny in my reach, and by that I do mean every nook and cranny, in case we did end up going through with what I envisioned.

Although Rikiya could sometimes talk about human and Pokémon relationships casually, that didn't mean I should be careless with my words, especially since it was extremely personal this time. Honesty and genuineness would be crucial, like every other instance where we had discussed a serious topic.

Turning the shower head off, I dried myself thoroughly before wrapping a towel around my waist, a small pit forming in my stomach. All in all, it wasn't really heavy-handed compared to our first heart-to-hearts, but a small part of me still wanted to handle this the best way possible, so that it didn't make us uncomfortable for the foreseeable future.

Letting out a deep breath, I finally pushed the door and immediately locked eyes with Rikiya, who had been waiting patiently for me to come for our usual cuddling sessions. He opened his arms, as he usually did to welcome me in his hold, and for a moment temptation whispered to my inner ear, saying to just give up and maintain the routine in order to not rock the boat. I brushed it aside promptly, reminding myself that I wouldn't have been where I currently am with this line of thought, and that communication was key in a relationship, all the more so when your partner was a Pokémon who had spent a considerable effort learning human language.

I removed the towel and put it on the bed, then stood before him, my nudity on full display for his exclusive pleasure. He wasted no time picking me up and arranging my body as we were accustomed to by now, then started fondly licking my hair. I retorted with a few kisses of my own on his scaly neck, before stopping abruptly. The cuddly dragon kept going until he noticed my lack of enthusiasm, piping up in a worried tone:

“What's up, buddy? Are you not in the mood?"

I gulped, trying to swallow my nervousness:

“Well…yes, but also no. I…I'd like to talk first, Rikiya, if that's okay."

Sensing that this wasn't something lighthearted, he also interrupted his licks, instead rubbing my back comfortably with his big paw. Even now, his perceptiveness was all but dulled, opting for a more reserved gesture so that I could talk without feeling oppressed. I squeezed briefly his neck as thanks, taking it as my cue to keep going:

“I've been thinking about it for some time, and I was wondering…Are you happy with…how intimate we've been up to now?"

He stopped rubbing for a moment, before querying back:

“What do you mean?"

“W-Well, are you satisfied with what we're doing? Besides…kissing, and licking, and cuddling…is there…something else you'd like to do?"

He remained silent for what seemed like an endless moment, leaving me clueless as to what he was thinking. A hunch told me that I could still elaborate, and so I did, drawing out deep breaths to steel myself:

“I'll be direct…I'm really happy that you're my boyfriend, Rikiya. You're everything I dreamed of as a romantic partner, and more. And I really enjoy what we're doing at night, but…I'm worried that not going all the way might become frustrating to you in the long run, like I'm leading you on. And…that's something I don't want at all."

A long exhale escaped my lips, before I resumed:

“At…At the same time, I'd really like to go one step further. At first, I felt afraid and nervous about the mere thought of having you inside me, because of our size difference. But then, I realized that I don't have to worry, because deep down, I know you'd never hurt me. That you'd look out for me should things take a sour turn during the act, because that's the kind of Pokémon you are. That's why…If you'd like it, I wouldn't mind having sex with you."

I buried my face deeper in his neck, flustered at my last words echoing around the closed bedroom, their explicit meaning unmistakable to trained ears. Rikiya remained silent for a few seconds, contemplating his answer, before rustling my hair with his chin, looking down to face me:

“I…I've had about the same issues, little buddy. I really like when we get intimate like this, because I can hug you all the while, and I wouldn't have been bothered if we just kept at kisses, licks, and caresses. Still…mating with you would be so wonderful, like a dream come true. I would lie if I said that I've never entertained the idea before."

His paws circled around my body, hugging me tighter, as he spoke his mind:

“But…I've always been scared of hurting you in the heat of the moment, and I didn't want you to feel pressured to accept if I asked, especially since I'm the one who can assert physical dominance. Not to mention that my…penis…is not really small, and you're a human, not even a fellow Dragonite, or a Pokémon as large as me."

He retracted his arms and pulled my upper body away from his chest, so that he could face me without difficulty, and asked for confirmation, his voice as shaky as a Whismur:

“Despite that…You'd still want it? You'd…You'd really want to mate with me?"

I stroked his face comfortingly, taking a mental note of his insecurities. Despite guessing that the matter might also weigh on his consciousness, I didn't think it had been to this extent. In a way, it felt reassuring to hear that I wasn't the only one preoccupied by the feasibility of the act we wished to perform, basically confirming my beliefs about the Dragonite treating me with care, as he's always done.

Not to mention that…all in all, our worries had never left the realm of pure speculation. There was still a chance that nothing severe would happen, that this would turn out to be a thrilling experience for both of us. Something that we would never be fixed on unless we make the leap. Thus, I looked back at the adorable face of the creature who now shared my life, my eyes filled with an unshakeable determination, and gave a firm nod:

“…Yes. Despite the risks, I still want to try it. I have complete trust in you, Rikiya. I want to mate with you."

Both his arms shook slightly, seized with emotion, while he closed his eyes, a strange mixture of relief and apprehension washing over his face. He exhaled audibly, before speaking, trying to put himself in optimal condition:

“Okay…Okay…Then, let's do it. I…"

He stopped mid-sentence, a slight blush on his round muzzle, before pondering out loud:

“Actually, buddy…I…don't even know how we should do this…I mean, how should we position…ourselves with our…s-size difference…?"

My eyes stared blankly, at him, before glinting in realization, forcing a just as red blush on my own face. True, with another human, the astounding selection of available positions and preexisting reference material made it incredibly intuitive, to the point that a pair could switch around should they find themselves uncomfortable, therefore it was rarely an issue. But with a more than three-meter tall Dragonite, that was a different story, especially since we could not do it while hugging or holding each other, Rikiya's arms being too short to hold me steadily around his waist. Not to mention, I desired to be in a physically forgiving position while we were having sex, so laying on all fours with the hard rock ground scraping my knees and hands at each thrust was out of the question.

I racked my brains in order to find a suitable compromise, looking around the room, before my eyes settled on the largely unused pillow lying still on the bed, and something enticing began to form in my head. Turning back to the scaly Pokémon, his eyes lowered in defeat, I petted him comfortingly on the cheek:

“I have an idea that could work. But for that, you'll need to follow my instructions, okay?"

He looked back, a hint of expectation crossing his eyes, and nodded slowly:

“Alright, buddy. I trust you too."

“First, how about you put me back on the ground?"

Rikiya nodded again, standing up first, then moving his paws to my sides as I relaxed the grip on my legs to make the process easier for him. As my own arousal left the contact of his underbelly, a passing thought came to mind that this would be my first time beholding what the Dragonite truly packed in his loins. Until now, the shape of his genitals had remained a mystery, especially since they turned out to be internal, stashed away behind what he had referred to as his slit, something common to most reptilian Pokémon. However, he had gradually let himself be more relaxed during our regular nightstands, his arousal rivaling mine in intensity, and this time, his erratic breathing hinted at how our talk hadn't demotivated him in the slightest.

My assumptions were confirmed just when my feet touched the ground, as my eyes made contact with a massive pole of flesh standing proud and strong, almost poking at my belly. Its shape was intriguingly different, like a slightly curved cone, a light-colored pink reminiscent of valuable pearls, with no skin covering the base at all. The size made me gulp with concern, as it easily reached one foot, possibly more if he wasn't already at full mast. Yet it didn't feel as daunting as I first imagined it, the girth increasing gradually as it neared its crotch, with his tip barely thicker than a garlic clove.

This could work. Even if it turned out I couldn't take him all the way, we could at least derive enough pleasure so that it wouldn't differ much from a normal experience. I can do it. I will do it. Both for Rikiya, and for myself.

I closed my eyes in contemplation, giving a firm nod to steel my resolve, then smiled at my boyfriend, who was fiddling awkwardly with his paws, probably conflicted about the same thing. My hand rested on his underbelly, stroking it in a comforting fashion, before instructing him further:

“Thanks. Now, could you please stand facing the wall, and put your arms on it? Like you're holding yourself up against it."

He seemed to have noticed my change in attitude, perking up on the fly, and returned a precious smile of his own, trying to positivize and cheering himself up for what was supposed to be one of our best moments together. I witnessed as he followed my instructions, moving around and propping himself up, his back leaning forward. Meanwhile, I moved to the bed, retrieving the long pillow, its size matching the mattress' perfectly, then returned back to where Rikiya stood. Despite his hidden face, his robust tail swung around, nonchalant, something I had learnt was a sign that he felt truly relaxed and impatient to find out what I had in mind for us.

Fortunately, his wait only lasted a few seconds, as I went around him, sneaking in the space under his body, before laying the pillow vertically, halfway on the rocky wall and halfway on the ground, right between his large clawed feet. Following suit, I lay down on the floor, my head and upper back snugly pushing on the long pillow, before raising my own legs and folding them above my head, transferring my own weight purely on my back.

Presenting my clean rear to the tall Pokémon, I internally praised myself for having the foresight of doing a thorough cleaning of my insides mere minutes ago, which would undoubtedly help him feel most comfortable. It was about my first time, after all, and I yearned to be the primest and freshest I could, to make an even better impression and out of respect for my life partner.

My eyes darted up, gradually following the endless expanse of ridged beige underbelly up to the Dragonite's maw. His downward face mustered a look of utter surprise, soon followed by boundless anticipation, as I almost felt the slight disturbance in the air caused by the throbbing of his cock. From the looks of it, my arrangements were far from displeasing him, an audible gulp resounding in his throat. He could barely speak properly, and even then, only one breathless word escaped his mouth:

“B-Buddy…!"

My own heart thumped at the nickname, as I smiled bashfully, reveling in the effect I was having on him, and at having the confirmation that the big and handsome Dragonite also found my body just as attractive. I queried back, a hint of temptation in my voice:

“What do you think, Rikiya…? Is it to your liking…?"

He nodded in rapid succession, his penis throbbing even faster, a translucent fluid leaking from the tip.

“Yeah…I…I can't wait…!"

Clearly, seeing me in such a forthcoming stance spurred something in the deepest recesses of his brain, chipping away at his reservations. His excitement had welled up, on the brink of taking over.

Not that I was faring much better at controlling myself. The mere thought of this behemoth Dragonite towering over me, hiding everything behind him and shielding me from everything, his two powerful legs planted firmly on both sides and not planning on moving, effectively delimiting the area where I was to hold still like timeless pillars…

Coupled to his reaction at seeing me readily offer my hole and untouched virginity to him, an ultimate act of confidence and submission, now eagerly awaiting to feel the contact of his rod in one of the most vulnerable, trustworthy positions ever conceived. It all accumulated in a mass of pure, unbridled lust, storming over body and mind.

This was it. There was no turning back now, not that either of us wished to stop. My hand moved to my own rear, a set of fingers at the ready, and I looked up directly at my sweet lover, both of us drawing irregular breaths:

“I'll…prepare myself first. So that there's less…resistance. When it becomes looser, I'll guide it in…is that alright with you?"

He smiled in response, his eyes full of this comforting attention he always made a point of showing me, and whispered back:

“Of course, my little buddy…Take your time."

Without further delay, I took a few more breaths to slacken my own body, then slowly inserted a pointing finger in the untainted hole, my anal ring mustering resistance at first, before giving in and allowing entry. A silent gasp crossed my lips, followed by long breaths to help me get accustomed to the sensation, as I moved it around, trying to loosen the walls. Once I felt that it was enough, I repeated the same steps with the addition of my middle finger, then my ring finger, feeling the space inside increase in volume and my entire rear stretch a little from the small exercise.

Given the precipitation, I didn't have any lubricant at the ready, making this a bit more painful and strenuous than normal, but again, I didn't want to back off and lose the confidence I'd finally built up. Plus, I would rather our first experience be the most natural, without the inclusion of additional wares like lubricant, condoms, and so on, so that our physical connection could be the purest and rawest, a true testament to our linked souls.

Deeming my preparations sufficient, I removed my hand and extended it toward the large appendage, struggling to overcome the impatient trembling that got more intense the closer it got, then shot another look at Rikiya to assess his current mood. Nothing had changed much, except for his more relaxed expression. He shot back another composed smile, and nodded once more.

Maybe I had looked more stressed than I initially thought, as it gave me the last needed push to wrap my fingers around the large appendage that would soon have the privilege of taking my virginity. Then again, one could argue that it was also a privilege to have my virginity taken by such a well-endowed creature. I smirked inside at the thought, commentating on how much I had to have changed to just state something like this without batting an eye. But who cares. So what if Rikiya isn't a human. He's my boyfriend, and only that matters.

Curiously enough, his penis was coated in a strange viscous mucus, slightly cool at the touch, and I wondered if that wasn't some kind of natural lubricant. I didn't pay it any further mind, though, and realigned myself as I slowly brought the fleshy spear downward, right above my trained pucker, earning a moan from the Dragonite in the process. My approximate movements made it smear around a little before prodding inside, drawing a hiss at the chilly sensation. My job now done, I leaned back, coaxing myself to relax and taking in the light twitches from the tip of his penis, before signaling at my partner:

“Alright…I'm ready now."

“Got it." He smiled reassuringly. “I'll be gentle, don't worry."

“I know." I smiled back. “You're always gentle, Rikiya."

The compliment made him smile again, before he looked in front and took a deep breath, then dropped his gaze again, filled with a determined glint.

“Well then…here we go."

And as per his promise, he was the most accommodating I could picture a Pokémon of his stature to ever be. Rikiya defied my expectations regarding his strength control, bending his legs and moving forward to lower the pointed tool inside my hole, making its way without any slip or break in the progression. My preparations made the first inches slide in without struggle, but resistance manifested onwards, groans periodically escaping my lips from the inconvenience building up. He paused whenever I cried out, looking down in anxiety and inquiring about my state, before resuming when a thumbs-up from my hand signaled that all was fine. Being the gentleman that he was, he never forced his way through against my will.

This little charade kept playing until I truly felt I couldn't take it any further, shaking my head at the Dragonite, who quickly got the message. An unfamiliar fullness manifested in my rear, its pulses regular, and the sensation quickly turned soothing, a passive glance telling me that about half of Rikiya's manhood now rested inside snugly. As more time passed, the sensation became more tolerable, my breath stabilizing, and Rikiya spoke up again:

“I'll move now…"

I gave a firm nod in response, which Rikiya acknowledged immediately. His legs stretched up as he slowly retracted his cock from my hole, before sinking it again with care, prompting out a moan from myself. He repeated the motion a couple of times, and just like that, we fell into a steady rhythm, each of his thrusts faintly painful from the attention he put on them, and rewarded by a loud pleasured moan from myself. It didn't take long before I let go of my legs and rested them against his underbelly, spaced enough so that only my feet could barely reach the sides of his waist, the smooth scaly touch adding to the bliss.

The Dragonite closed his eyes, now adding bestial moans to my instinctual ones, thoroughly basking in the moment and surrendering to his lust, while I let my mind drift away, focusing on everything around us. Our mingling smells, the movement of his legs, not to mention his soft and warm underbelly poking at my flailing genitals each time he squatted down. A vast expanse of beige scales with regular ridges that made me want to sink into them and inhale their sweet fragrance until I could not smell anything else. And finally, the stark contrast between his imposing silhouette and his gentle treatment…I couldn't get enough of this. I wanted more of him. Of my big, strong Dragonknight. Of my precious lover.

And as if to excite me even further, it seemed that the more he thrusted, the more his penis could dive deeper, reaching eight, then nine, then a whole ten inches, the substance leaking from his tip effectively acting as a natural lubricant to ensure our mating reached even bigger heights. My cries only increased in volume, oblivious to Tetsuya's presence right across the door, only shouting the name of my boyfriend and lover, the big Pokémon answering in kind with my name. Pleasure and rapture had now become our whole world, our only objective, the very thing that infused life in us and supported our consciousness.

My hands started roaming around, either stroking his large feet resting at my sides, or fondling his big belly and grabbing his love handles each time he paused with his dick inside me and parting my walls, if only to spur him and return a little bit of the euphoria he was putting me through. He seemed to get the message, with each of his thrusts increasing in strength and speed, my legs bouncing in tandem.

Until he hit an extremely sensitive spot inside my body, forcing a shrill cry out of my throat. He immediately stopped and looked down at my panting self with immeasurable concern:

“Oh no! Are you okay, buddy?! Did I hurt you?! I'm so sorry!"

Sensing that he was about to panic, I quickly mustered a wide smile to ease his worries, before explaining what I assumed happened:

“I'm…I'm fine…Oof…I…I think you just hit my prostate…Ooohhh…"

“So…You're not hurt?" He asked back, his composure more lax after hearing my moan.

“Yeah…That felt awesome…Do it again…"

Rikiya showed a skeptical expression at my request:

“Are…Are you sure?"

“Please, Rikiya…" I begged. “I'm good…You can even go harder if you want."

“W…What? B-But…W-What if I hurt you?"

“It's okay…" I reassured him. “I can take it…Look down…"

The big Dragonite hesitantly complied, his eyes moving toward our contact point in slow motion, before going wide at the unfathomable sight of my rear making direct contact with his beige scale; his manhood was fully buried inside me, the tip forming a small outward bump under my belly button. Closing his eyes and being swept away by the raptures of sex had made him completely unaware of the fact that I was currently welcoming the full weight and girth of his tool, without so much as feeling the faintest discomfort. He remained there, still panting from slight exertion, almost speechless at this miraculous feat defying the laws of nature as we knew them:

“Buddy…How…?"

“See…I don't know why, but it seems your pre has been dilating my colon enough to get accustomed to your penis. Even if it is…a bit much, it surprisingly doesn't hurt. So…I think even if you go faster, I'll still be fine."

The room fell into a drawn out silence. Despite our respective cocks throbbing wildly and rearing to go at it, he considered the question carefully, scrutinizing my face as if to search for a hint that I was attempting to accommodate him at my expense once again. Yet, he found none. After all, it was certain that pushing myself to the point of hurting during a moment as intimate as now would have broken his trust. The only reason I formulated such a daring idea was because I truly had faith in my own body and its new limits.

Judging that my sentiment was indeed as I described it, Rikiya relaxed once more, a kind smile forming on his maw:

“Alright, little buddy…I'll speed up a little. Are you ready…?"

My stomach fluttered, and I answered back, a needy tone in my voice:

“Yes…I'm ready…Give me all you have…"

Following my request, he first pushed his cock back in at the same speed, reaching the spot from earlier and drawing out a cry of delight from my mouth. Checking down one last time that his movements were not painful for me, he let out a relieved sigh and took back where he left, a new vigor taking hold of him. His thrusts resumed, the large rod moving back and forth with a bit more momentum, spearing my prostate repeatedly with its pointed end and forcing out more high-pitched moans.

Rikiya's hips moved like an unhinged plunger, short and quick movements rumbling my entire being from the force applied to his hips, before alternating with spaced, hard thrusts, designed to reach far and wide and transmit unbound ecstasy to every part of my body, all the while I pleaded for him to go harder, and faster, and deeper, entirely at the mercy of his appendage.

The full force of his mating instantly reminded me about some bits of information I had garnered on the Dragonite species during my readings, especially their enormous strength and stamina, rivaling that of even species only described in legends. Oh, how euphoric and smitten I felt when understanding that this was how he managed to carry me around for long periods of time without so much as breaking a sweat.

And the sweetest of those Dragonite, maybe also the tallest, was yet again demonstrating how strong he could be, towering over me while pounding away, loud smacks echoing around, my anus submitting to his masculinity while my penis leaked profusely and my balls itched, one inch away from release. Release that seemed to be imminent for the big Dragon-type too, as he called out, panting faintly:

“I…I'm getting close, my little buddy…Do you…Do you want it inside…?"

My throat was starting to wear itself from all the crying, and I could only muster a weak, tired answer:

“Me too…Put it in me, please…Aaah! My…big Dragonknight…I want it…"

Perhaps the mention of his nickname was what tipped the balance off. Rikiya slowed down his thrusts, yet they only got bolder, all of them assaulting my weak point with no mercy, releasing loud growls from his maw. One, two thrusts later, and he smashed his dick inside with full strength, befitting of a brawny Dragon-type, before leaving it there, flexing his arms away from the wall, and pushing a loud, feral roar that resonated around the stone walls of the room.

My whole body quivered from the noise, the display of dominance, and the overwhelming stimulation from my crushed prostate, which couldn't endure the constant pressure and turned slack in surrender, as I began ejaculating hands free all over my belly, my balls scrunching from the stimulus caused by his smooth beige scales, several thin strands of semen arching and landing on my skin. Then and there, I basked in the afterglow, embracing my current position, looking up at the manly Dragonite who had just succeeded in taking my virginity in the most satisfying way I could've ever dreamed of, his penis violently throbbing with excitement in the confines of my body.

And soon enough, a warm liquid seeped out of his smooth tip, calmly and steadily, as if to contrast with the rough mating he put me through mere seconds ago. The semen wasted no time coating the space around the tip and my inner walls, before heading for the outside. Or at least, that's what it tried to do, but its efforts were prevented by the massive appendage, fully pushed against my body and blocking the exit airtight, not allowing even a small drop to leak to the open air.

Thus, with no other choice, it relented, instead moving up through my large intestine in a continuous stream, nothing to get in its way as everything had already been emptied before my shower. My own orgasm petered out rather quickly, my entire body sweating and panting, signs of exhaustion painfully obvious. So I closed my eyes, focusing on the comforting warmth gently spreading all around, his liquid love digging and progressing through my digestive system slowly but surely, while I did my best to welcome all of it. After occupying all the available room in my large intestine, I felt it make its way further inside, swerving and curving along the serpentine path of my small intestine, leaving no corner untouched.

I couldn't help but continuously moan in euphoria, as more than one century's worth of potent draconic semen settled and accumulated in my small human body in one massive load; the more it progressed in its territorial conquest, the more it showed, my belly swelling up and expanding from the sheer amount of cum making itself at home inside, a testament to Rikiya's size and the potency of his output, as well as the overwhelming kindness that made it so easy to be in osmosis with him every passing day.

It seemed like there would be no end to it, as several minutes had passed and he was still pumping, the semen now making its way in my stomach, gradually filling it like a cup of water. However, his release eventually came to a halt, my stomach half-full and the movement stabilizing inside, while I lay there, legs propped up against his front, arms spread out on the ground, floating on cloud nine.

I finally dared to open my own eyes, embracing the bloated sensation taking hold of my bowels and the massive penis still stirring around despite having no more than a few drops to gift at this point. Looking down, I carefully landed a shaky hand on my belly, the light contact causing the skin and the liquid that was trapped inside to wobble around, eventually returning to a solemn still. My abdomen was full to satiation and bulging considerably, to the point even a full-meal-course at a five-star restaurant couldn't compare. In a way, this was the best serving, the most exquisite delicacy Rikiya could ever serve to me one day. Still groggy from the high, my breath ragged from the intense exercise, my current thoughts slurred out loud by reflex:

“Aaaahhh…I…I hope we didn't wake up Tetsuya…"

The little Aron had proved so far to be able to sleep easily through background noise, whether it originated from the TV or simply from our conversations, so I assumed that the residual noise escaping from the bedroom wouldn't wake him up either, but after the fact it seemed I had underestimated how loud I could be, prompting an embarrassed blush to form on my cheeks. Nonetheless, an amused chuckle brought my attention above, where the familiar face of my Dragonite soulmate graced my eyes, sporting an affectionate and loving smile, making my heart thump frantically. I blew a kiss in return, feeling content and nurtured, but also honored to have been on the receiving end of such great sex. My eyes covered all of the tall and hefty body of scales and I marveled again at how handsome he was.

But my daydreams were cut short by an unusual stirring in my rear, as I felt the penis poke up at my crotch from inside, before forcing it up in jerky motions. I barely had the time to ponder what this all was about, that my upper body followed, leaving the ground and rising together with the weight in my rear.

The sudden movement made me cry out in surprise, but it was quickly shut out as my face and torso rose upwards and collided softly against the Dragonite's large underbelly; my standing legs moved in lockstep, sliding down to the sides before resting on his muscular thighs, and Rikiya's paws immediately grabbed the back of my head, holding it in place against his smooth scales to prevent it from falling back down, as his legs straightened up, further removing me away from the ground. It all resulted in me sitting awkwardly on his cock buried deep in my hole, my legs spread wide to the sides. Only when the blunt claws of his paw began scratching at my head did I take the full measure of what had just transpired.

Rikiya just lifted me up. Using only his penis. My brain struggled to process the fact that what should normally be one of the frailest and most sensitive of his organs was still powerful enough to command over my whole body if it so desired, putting the Dragonite's absurd strength into yet another awe-inspiring perspective and leaving me speechless, as if his intent was to display some kind of final showoff.

It had been carried out with the highest of skills too, as my rear was still plugged tight, the fertile load stored in its rightful place and sloshing around idly. This new demonstration of raw physical attraction exhilarated me, and I couldn't help but wrap my limbs around his waist and bury my head into his scales, my arms unable to reach behind despite my struggles, muffling out a pleasured cry and hugging him tight, my whole existence and happiness depending on this big, hearty lump of scales who shared my everyday. My libido screamed at me to worship and revere him.

And worship I did; with unrivaled passion, my mouth pressed against the scaly curve, showering it all around with smooches and licks, consuming his scent and sweat voraciously with my tongue. Rikiya simply scratched back at my hair, cooing and praising me with sweet nothings:

“Oooh, my cute little buddy…My precious little mate…That felt amazing…You really took it all without a hitch…"

It barely caught my attention, preoccupied as I was, and the room fell into silence for a while, save for the smacks and slurps produced by my mouth. Until suddenly, he followed with a strange request, his tone suddenly meek and uncertain:

“Buddy…Actually, there's something I'd…I'd like to do right now…"

I paused my current task and looked up, rustling against his scales and meeting his nervous gaze, similar to the one he had during our first encounter. Back then, he desperately wanted to have a sleepover, but felt nervous because he thought that would be asking too much of me. Perhaps he was having the same doubts about the idea he had in mind right now. Trying to make him more at ease, I cocked my head in curiosity, prompting him to elaborate:

“I'd like to go somewhere…Just the two of us…Would that be okay…?"

“Somewhere…? Where…?" My own voice was starting to grow worried about his hesitation.

“I'd like to walk around the island for a bit…With you…"

“Around the island…?" I repeated, failing to understand the whole picture.

“Yeah…" His voice cracked a bit. “Just make a big, two hour lap around the island. There's actually a reason for this, but…it's a bit long to explain. Still, I…I understand that this might be a bit too much, especially since you said you felt uncomfortable hugging in public, much less in this state…But there are only wild Pokémon on the island…Aside from us, I mean…So I thought, maybe that would be okay…But I didn't want to assume…so…"

Even now, in a room filled with pheromones and lingering lust, he'd managed to stay lucid. Sound enough to remember my preferences and inquire my opinion before acting on an impulse that might've stepped over my boundaries. Truth be told, had this occasion presented itself at the start of our relationship, I would've declined, but those insecurities had long waned since then, the Dragonite having earned my trust and way more. That's why, even if he had a reason he couldn't explain to me yet, I knew it wasn't anything malicious. My heart fluttered at his consideration, and just like that, I made up my mind and replied back, nuzzling against his body:

“I wouldn't mind that…If it's only wild Pokémon…"

“R-Really?" He exclaimed, surprise coating his voice. “Y-You mean it?"

“Yeah…" I confirmed. “I trust you, Rikiya. You told me that Pokémon aren't as reserved about sex as humans, so I don't mind it…As long as you tell me your other reason on the way. Plus, a night promenade under the stars sounds really romantic…"

Another throb of his massive dick spread throughout my body, betraying Rikiya's excitement, and I wondered how on earth could he still have the stamina to remain aroused and rearing to walk after such a taxing endeavor, but such thoughts were cut off by him hugging my head against his front, whispering excitedly:

“Oh, I'm so happy, buddy! Thank you!"

Not wasting time, he suddenly turned around to head outside, bringing me in tow, each of his discreet steps gently moving my legs with them and bobbing my suspended body up and down. I laid my head to the side and watched as he snuck through the living room, its darkness enveloping us in a flash, and made sure to not disturb Tetsuya's sleep. He reached the entrance shortly after, carefully pulling the handle down and pushing the thick red door while resting a paw on my head to keep stabilizing my body.

But neither of us accounted for the horrible creaking sound that came out of the old contraption, making us wince in panic and Rikiya fumble around to slip out as soon as possible, sharing a sigh of relief after confirming that our companion hadn't moved at all from his bed and closing the cursed door behind.

“Oof…I really hope we didn't wake up Tetsuya…" I repeated myself.

“Yeah, me too…I'll have to buy some oil for the hinges, it's been a while."

Rikiya then looked down at me, an apologetic smile on his maw:

“Talking about a while, sorry for the wait. I wanted to be outside before picking you up, so that my semen wouldn't make smudges inside the base."

Too tired to voice out a response, I simply nodded in understanding, a hunch telling me just earlier that this had to have been the reason. He brightened up, before taking a deep breath, readying himself for the trip:

“Alright then…Raise your arms, little buddy."

I complied obediently, raising my hands above my head, which he quickly grabbed with his paws before pulling me slowly off his appendage. A lengthy moan ensued as I felt myself rising and rising, ridges of scales scrolling down in front of me, and the wet semen began running off through my hole and along my legs, the newly unplugged opening releasing it from its prison at last.

Then, it all stopped and I felt his arms move around my body, pushing my legs up to the sides of his chest, further expanding the hole and threatening to empty my insides. Yet it soon got blocked again by the Dragon-type's front scales as he put a paw under my bottom. My arms found the back of his neck as fast as they could, and my head quickly settled in its usual place, while my belly made full contact with his chest. Tucked in my boyfriend's embrace, I let out a contented sigh as both warmths, internal and external, complemented the other, wrapping me in a soft blanket of his design.

I could pretend otherwise all I wanted, but there was no helping it: I really enjoyed being here. In his front seat. My front seat. A seat he had never shared with anybody in the past, and reserved for my sole person even now. A symbol of our first hugs, of our proximity, both physical and emotional. Something intimate and precious only shared by us two, that I wouldn't relinquish for anything in the world. Once again, my mind got overwhelmed by this deep feeling of longing, and I buried my head in the scales of his neck, my naked penis stiffening anew from the contact and smearing the soft underbelly with its irregular leaks.

Once he deemed us to be ready, he quickly set off without adding anything. His steps remained steady and determined as he kept his head set forward, while I savored the intimate sounds of leaves rustling around in the quiet night, lulling me together with his gait. To that joined the muffled, periodic sound of a dropping liquid, echoing in the unsoiled forest. My curiosity prompted me to spare a glance past the Dragonite's massive neck, and I noticed a series of dark spots on the ground, beginning with a puddle near the clearing which travelled in a straight line up to our current position; I quickly deduced that it came from the cum trickling down my hole, travelling past the paw supporting my weight and all the way down the center of Rikiya's underbelly scales, before crashing on the ground with a subtle noise.

My head movement seemed to have caught Rikiya's attention, as the arm on my shoulders retreated a little so that my upper body was now tilted backwards, and I directly faced the Dragonite, my belly protruding upwards almost obscenely. His head lowered, the round snout making contact with my skin, and before I could ask what he was up to, Rikiya began licking my inflated tummy. Slowly, gently, lapping on all its sides with deliberate strokes of his massive warm tongue and gathering leftover traces of my cum, adding to the heat resting inside, the sensation making me squirm feebly in his paws, all the while short moans escaped from our mouths.

To be honest, I didn't know whether he was praising my belly for welcoming all of his semen, or consoling it for bravely enduring his powerful draconic thrusts. Perhaps it was both, or perhaps even was he acting out of some kind of paternal instinct, driving him to shower with affection his precious little offspring resting in my bowels, their location visible outwardly thanks to their astronomical count. For a wild moment, I even imagined myself actually carrying his babies and about to deliver, an alternative that sounded not far off from my current situation.

After thoroughly coating my belly with his saliva, he made his way upwards, doting on my chest, then my neck, and finally my face, his ardor not faltering in the slightest, progressively bringing me back toward himself with his arms as his tongue climbed on my body. Swept away by his intense love, in the throes of a genuine passion overcoming his senses.

Thus, he ended up giving a small lick directly on my lips. The gesture soon registered in my brain, and I looked, breathless, as he retreated, his eyes soft and pupils dilated, hidden behind his large round snout, piercing my whole soul. I gripped his neck and pulled myself forward, before planting a just as small peck directly on his lips, embodied with mischief, a matching soft look on my face. He replied back with another swift lick, and I pecked him again. Back, and forth, for what seemed like endless minutes, the rhythm accelerating, none of us inclined to admit defeat in this silly game.

Until it simply was impossible to hold it anymore and the contact of our lips prolonged, staying connected, my mouth opening to let his wide flat tongue sneak inside. It explored just as tenderly, with great interest, taking in every single detail of my oral cavity through its mellow touch, leaving behind the aftertaste of my own load, intertwining with my curious tongue which stirred at the sudden intrusion and went to greet its physical superior. Meanwhile, I could feel the heat emanating from the loud puffs of air from his nose, mixing together with my own blows before fading away in the air.

It was so much. Almost ataractic. The warm liquid slowly dripping from my rear and trickling down his body, the lulling movement of his steps, the ministrations of his tongue, my rampant hormones…All culminated in a maelstrom of endorphins taking hold of every blood cell in my body, forcing my surrender in the hands of our making out, in a true return to the wild and primal desires buried deep in our subconscious. Only when our breath showed signs of dwindling did we pull apart, but never our eyes did, a layer of serenity and fulfillment gracing their surface. A long moment lasted, until Rikiya…my Rikiya pronounced the magic words that sealed our relationship forever:

“I love you."

Fireworks soared in my heart, and I wasted no time returning that vow:

“I love you too, Rikiya. I love you so much…"

He said no more, and hugged me tight, like I was his most precious treasure, a muffled moan crossing my lips as more semen spurted out of my exhausted hole. I sank once again my head in the nest of my lover, oh how I longed to call him that, clinging to his body with every one of my limbs and holding onto this moment desperately, praying to every god on earth that this wasn't a dream or that I wasn't hallucinating. Yet, the seconds, the minutes passed, and nothing changed if only our environment, the sparse noise of the wind gliding around the trees making room for the relaxing swell of the ocean, the shore barely noticeable behind the treeline, a silent atmosphere overcoating the whole.

A bit too silent, in truth. Despite Rikiya having walked us for quite some time now, and having warned me about the possibility, we hadn't heard one single Pokémon move around, either by creeping in the bushes, flying above the canopy, or digging under our feet. The strangeness of it intrigued me, and I voiced my observations out loud:

“It's weird…We've been walking for a while now, but I haven't seen or heard any other Pokémon…From what you told me, Rikiya, I expected at least a few to pass by…"

The Dragonite answered calmly, tightening his hold around me in the process:

“Don't worry, buddy…They're here, but too far away for you to hear them. None will approach us any closer."

“What do you mean? Does it have something to do with that other reason you mentioned?" I asked, puzzled.

“That's right, buddy…I'll…I'll tell you why now. There's an important reason why I insisted on going out at this time…And in this state."

Although his wanting to go out suddenly did feel strange, I had chalked it up to just a fantasy that he'd wanted to fulfill and didn't remember until the high of the moment settled down. Thus, to learn that there was a more elaborate reason piqued my curiosity. I nodded against his neck to signal him I was listening, as he recounted solemnly, his head still facing forward:

“The truth is, when Hiroshi first arrived on the island to set up the base…He wasn't welcome. Some Pokémon thought he was a threat and began attacking him and us. Later, we found out that some poachers were coming repeatedly to capture some Pokémon and sell them on the black market. Hiroshi was furious when he learnt about it, and so was I, so we decided to take the matter into our own hands…Since I was already a Dragonite at the time, I managed to track where the poachers landed from above, then beat them in a fight and scared off any others that had come after. Later on, we used a favor from a certain Pokémon to put a protection around the island so that nobody could intrude again, and only wild Pokémon could pass through."

“I'm guessing that was the gigantic mist barrier circling around the island?" I inquired more for confirmation than anything.

“That's right. Thanks to this, nobody ever came again, and those who did couldn't pass through the mist. Since the barrier was casted by a very strong Pokémon, the wildlife from here remained undisturbed ever since, and they've fully accepted Hiroshi and me as guardians of this place. That's also why I remained behind when Hiroshi was drafted, because since I know this place like nowhere else, he judged that I was the best fitted to defend this place."

My focus lingered on the last sentences. Having come across something similar during my readings, and matching it to my first-hand observation of his higher than usual size and strength, I tried to confirm if my hunch was right, a light blush of admiration showing on my face:

“By guarding and defending, you mean…Like an alpha Pokémon?"

“Exactly, buddy." He leaned down to give my head a small lick, before resuming, his voice gradually turning more serious:

“Thanks to Hiroshi's training, I'm stronger than every Pokémon here, so most of them usually don't attack me or come close to the base, unless they don't know me yet, or unless there is an emergency, while I can walk around without issues, whenever I need to. They all know my scent and how my footsteps sound, so whenever I come near them, they detect it and are able to identify me. Right now, I'm taking advantage of this fact."

“I see…But still…why together with me? And in this state?"

“That's because I want them to know that you're my mate. That you're also a part of this island's population now, which means they don't have to fear you and aren't allowed to attack you. By walking around like this and leaving behind traces of our semen and smells, everyone here will know that we are mated and that you're not a danger to them either. I…I want you to be able to walk around the island without worry, at any time."

He marked a long pause, then kept going:

“When those Lairon attacked you and Tetsuya, and I heard you scream for help…I was scared. So, so scared…I would've been beyond myself if something had happened to you while I was nearby. That's why…I don't want to take any chances. Hiroshi and I had observed long ago that some wild Pokémon already do this around their own territories so that their friends know that they're mated. Now, you'll be able to walk around the island safely and none of them will dare threaten you."

All the while, I remained speechless, my mind trying to process the massive amount of information. To think Rikiya was blaming himself for what happened that day, and that it ate at him to this point…To the point he took such a drastic action for my sake. And while he hid it until the last moment, he had still requested to know if I felt comfortable with the idea of letting other Pokémon see and smell me in such an intimate position.

I couldn't blame him for that. In fact, more than ever, it made me feel loved, adding to the elation that had stayed from our first mating. An overwhelming sensation of gratitude swept over my heart, manifesting through a series of gentle kisses on his large, beige neck, followed by a quiet response:

“Thanks, Rikiya…"

He looked down, surprised at my reaction:

“You're…not upset?"

“Did you expect me to be upset?" I retorted, just as taken aback.

“Well…Since I wasn't entirely honest before asking for your approval, I thought…“

“But you were upfront about the fact that Pokémon might see us, and that there was a reason…and you still asked for my approval." I reassured him, petting his cheek softly. “I told you before, Rikiya. I trust you with my life. I know you would never lie, trick or harm me. So don't worry about it. If anything, it's the most touching surprise you could do for me…I love you."

He whined in relief, his hold closing around my body:

“I love you too, my buddy…To be entirely honest, I really do like night walks…But I'm glad that you're okay with it…You're my beloved little mate, and I will never let anybody harm you!"

He squeezed fondly and exhaled a determined puff of air from his nose, causing me to moan loud enough that it echoed around the trees, the pression on my belly forcing a sizeable portion of sperm out of my hole and joining the stream down his scales, while I huddled against his body, yearning for the contact and protection of the tall and strong Alpha Dragonite who I loved more than anyone, marking his territory all over the island without an inkling of hesitation for every of his neighbors to smell, as if to dare anyone to contest his absolute supremacy.

There, covered by his whole body, on this island that he himself protected with all his might, I knew I was safer than anywhere else, that all my problems and worries were nothing in the grand scheme of things. Overflowing with happiness and bliss, I slowly drifted to sleep in the scaly armor of my Dragonknight, letting him move forward with this unique custom we were enacting.

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A long time had passed before we reached back to the secret base, my exhausted self still nodding off from time to time, a stark contrast to Rikiya's strong and undisturbed hold on my frame. The traces of semen along our bodies had dried by now, warranting another shower before we'd think about going to sleep in earnest. He slowly opened the entrance, its creaking just as irritating as during our departure, then snuck inside. As the door closed back and our heads glanced in direction of Tetsuya's designated beanbag, we both jumped at the sound of a chipper metallic cry from the little guy, standing proudly on his makeshift bed and looking at us with his piercing red eyes.

Despite that we'd just paraded outside, near hundreds and hundreds of wild Pokémon, and I had insisted that I was fine with it, I blushed from embarrassment at being caught in the act, so to speak:

“Woah!! T-Tetsuya?! D-Don't look! T-T-Turn around! Shoo! Shoo!"

In contrast, Rikiya laughed, commenting at my contradictory behavior with a cheeky tone:

“I thought you were okay with Pokémon looking at us like this, buddy?"

“T-That's different!" I stuttered, hiding my face in his neck scales. “I d-don't know them like I-I know Tetsuya, plus h-he's still a child! He shouldn't be looking!"

“Tetsuya's an adult, though, buddy." The smug Dragonite deadpanned.

“W-Wait, what?!" I blurted out, my head swerving at the masked quadruped. This had never come up before. “Really?!"

As if to mock me for preposterously boasting that I knew him well, Tetsuya chirped again in affirmation, and I whined from the shame of both learning that we weren't as sneaky as I originally thought, and that the little Aron wasn't as innocent as I believed him to be, leading me to seek back shelter in the wide expanse of scales. Nonetheless, I still put up a front, pretending my half-hearted arguments hadn't been completely nullified by that point, and insisted on getting some privacy:

“A-anyway, this is embarrassing, so just get us to the shower, please!"

In truth, it wasn't that embarrassing after a few moments, and I only insisted otherwise to not seem like I could yield easily, in a display worthy of the biggest sore loser. Yet, Rikiya picked up on my true feelings, and with a knowing chuckle, hid me from our companion's sight and abode by my request, walking sideways to the bathroom. As he seemingly rubbed my back comfortingly, though, a teasing comment escaped his maw:

“There, there…he's just happy for us, you know!"

“Stooooop…!"