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Pokémon trading was a matter of contention in some ways. The service hadn’t always been well-regulated, leading to certain abuses and scams that had created a lot of hardship for some trainers. And it was one of those systems that some Pokémon pointed to as evidence of humans treating them like property rather than people. Which, historically, had been true at one point on a larger scale, and which was still true in pockets here and there to this day, though thankfully far less prevalent.

It was a lot better these days, though. Huge system reforms turned trading from a sketchy affair into something well-regulated and more respectable. There was a lot more oversight, which put an end to the large-scale scams that had once been rampant. Additional rules were in place as well to ensure that Pokémon had a fair say - these days, a Pokémon could force a trade if they were unhappy, or refuse a trade if they didn’t like the person they would end up with, and any trade had to have their consent in some fashion - either a transaction-specific consent or a global ‘I don’t care just get me out of here’ deal. Everyone was in agreement that it was a better system...well, everyone except the scammers, but no one cared about their opinion.

Many trades took place face-to-face, such as at trade meets or private transactions. Some took place over electronic trade services, again either direct peer-to-peer trades or through third party services that attempted to match Pokémon and trainers to fit both their needs. For those who wanted to add an element of chance into their lives, though, or who didn’t want to/couldn’t pay for the pricey services, there was a third service: Trade Roulette. The premise was simple - you put a Pokémon in, you get a Pokémon out, and you have no idea what you’re going to get. Naturally, it was a poor choice for people who wanted a specific Pokémon or wanted to have some say in what they got...but there were those, both humans and Pokémon, who enjoyed living on the edge and leaving themselves to the whims of fate. It had gotten quite a bit more popular when one of the top non-circuit trainers and his most popular partner were revealed to have met through Trade Roulette, and more people were using it in the hopes of meeting someone special.

Of course, there were rules here as well, and they were stringent. A trainer could only use the service once in 90 days, and a Pokémon had a 90-day cooldown as well - each independent, so you couldn’t trade to someone else and have them send the Pokémon through the Roulette again right away. You weren’t allowed to just catch a Pokémon and send it through the next day, there was a 30-day waiting period for new captures. Nor was a trainer allowed to send just any Pokémon through, they had to be vetted before being allowed in and any Pokémon deemed a behavioral problem or too green was barred from the service. All in the name of making sure that there was as good a chance as possible of everyone at least getting serviceable partners - with a system like this, there were never any guarantees, but they tried to make it fair.

Raven was hoping that would turn in his favor today. He’d never used the Trade Roulette service before - not a surprise given that he was a rather novice trainer, only a few months in after starting at 19. And that hadn’t sat well with his partner, Triska, a Persian that his father had gifted him. The feline was haughty, impatient, and very much not happy to be saddled with a rookie trainer that was below his level. Raven had given it his best, but it just wasn’t working out, and he didn’t really know anyone to trade with, nor could he afford the matching service. But Trade Roulette was free, and Triska was more than willing to take the chance.

There were Trade Roulette service buildings, called ‘nodes’, in many cities and some smaller towns. That added a greater element of chance to everything - you didn’t know who you were getting the Pokémon from, what it was, or where they were from. Raven had gone to the node in the nearest city, and was stunned at the line of people waiting - at least fifteen strong, waiting to get their prizes, looking either eager or anxious. He took his spot at the end, and it wasn’t two minutes before someone else went behind him. He hadn’t really expected it to be this popular…

“First time?” The girl in front of him spoke up, and Raven needed a moment to make sure that it was directed at him.

“Yeah.”

“You look young enough that it could be. Bit of advice for you, don’t expect it to be a home run. Lots more flops than star matches, and lots more that are in the middle than either of those. You’re still gonna have to work to get a good relationship with who you get.”

“Uh...okay…” The unsolicited advice confused Raven somewhat. He didn’t think that this was some magic solution, it was just the choice that made the most sense for him and Triska.

“Seriously. Every time I come here there’s some dope thinking that he’s gonna find his perfect partner like this. Like he’s the next Kieran Applegate. Doesn’t ever occur to them that they might get an even less compatible Pokémon. Don’t do it if you aren’t prepared for something worse. Remember, you could be stuck with them for a while - some of these Pokémon are ones that no one wants to take in a regular trade.”

“Oh...but...aren’t there rules about that?”

“I’m not talking like psychos or such. Pokémon don’t have to be lunatics to be undesirable, there are other troublesome personalities out there. So be on your guard, you never know what you’re going to get and it could be trouble for you.”

Raven didn’t reply; he really didn’t need to be made more nervous about this. It wasn’t like he had a lot of options. Maybe she had been through this before, it sure sounded like this wasn’t her first time, so maybe she’d been burned by that...he’d just have to hope that wasn’t his experience.

Despite the length of the line, things actually moved fairly quickly. Forward he went every couple of minutes, closer and closer to the moment of truth. Some people were walking out looking happy, others disappointed, others kind of uncertain. Pretty much what Raven would have expected, though he would have thought he’d see more of the Pokémon...maybe they asked them not to display the Pokémon in case there was one that was special or something. The rapidly shortening line was making him more nervous, though. He knew there was no reason to be, but it was just one of those points where the future was completely out of his hands and he didn’t know what to expect. The warning he’d gotten might have had something to do with it.

It felt like both an eternity and an instant before he was standing in front of the door, waiting for it to open and let him in as the next one forward. There had been some angry traders storming out as he got closer, which made him all the more anxious about this...not enough to rethink his decision, but enough to make him wonder if he was going to end up as unhappy. He couldn’t even imagine exactly what that would be - it was hard to think about things being less agreeable than they were now without them being just an absolute disaster. But if they were, what would he do? This was kind of his only recourse…

“Step in, please.” The door opened, and the girl in front of him walked out; she wasn’t exactly leaping for joy, but her expression looked satisfied. That helped to mollify his nerves a bit, and he entered. The area was pretty sterile, a large chamber where the Pokémon would stand in order to be swapped to the next random location. He had to stay in the foyer and could only watch the process. An attendant with a clipboard beckoned him to approach; she had a no-nonsense air about her, and clearly had some experience keeping things moving. “Name?”

“Ah, Raven Lansic.”

“Pokémon?”

“Persian. Um, Kanto forme. Name’s Triska.”

“Let them out and place the empty ball in the slot.” She pointed to a circular dip in the machinery behind her. Raven did as instructed, allowing Triska out and placing the ball in that dip, an unsurprising perfect fit. No going back now.

“Finally...a chance to find happiness.” Triska’s aloof voice made Raven wince…at least he wouldn’t have to deal with that for much longer. “Hope you find someone who’s able to put up with your noob ass.”

“...Well, best of luck to you, too.” It hurt a bit that Triska was that eager to get away from him, but he swallowed it down. He didn’t entirely blame the Persian, it wasn’t like he’d been chomping at the bit to be handed off to someone he didn’t know...though, he sort of was now, so…

The Persian strode into the transfer arena, and there was a thrum and a glow as the machinery started up. As Triska settled in the center, a column of light formed around him, and his form seemed to somewhat dissolve as he was carried into the air, vanishing into the great unknown. How Pokémon could handle something like that was beyond Raven, it seemed incredibly dangerous...but then again, so did much of what they were able to do, and they almost always seemed to be fine in the end. He looked around a bit, wondering how long the wait was going to be, wondering if something was going to go wrong, wondering if he was going to get someone that was going to be an utter nightmare…

And then the light pillar appeared again. Raven clutched his hands in nerves and anticipation, hoping for the best of luck...there was a slightly bright flash as the form of his new partner coalesced, came fully into being…

Wait, WHAT?!

At first Raven thought his eyes were playing a trick on him, or maybe that they’d been damaged by the flash of light. Because there was no way in hell he was actually seeing what he was seeing...it was the body of a Kommo-o, and a pretty huge one at that, towering over just about everyone in that facility. But it wasn’t the shape that had him - it was the color.

There is no way he’s actually hot pink and lemon yellow. This has to be a prank of some kind.

“Well. That’s not one you see every day.” How the attendant was keeping a straight face was beyond Raven. “Let’s see...we have here a Kommo-o, shiny coloration. Name is Vetic. Vetic, how are you feeling?”

“I’m feeling like a million and one poffins, darling.” Raven did another double-take at the voice. It was a pretty low baritone, but had an oddly songlike quality to it, smooth and lascivious, a sort of croon that made him sound like he was coming on to someone. “Haven’t had a ride like that since the last cocktail party. And I don’t mean drinks, hun.”

“Please hold still while the scans complete, to make sure there’s nothing wrong.”

“Ooh, holding me down? I’m the one who does that most of the time, sweetheart.” The Kommo-o, Vetic, was compliant enough, but Raven was already feeling overwhelmed. The color, the voice, the attitude, this was as far from anything he could have expected as possible...and there was another part, a scent in the air that smelled both sweet and heavy, like a sugary smoothie with something he couldn’t really place but that was certainly weird. It was hard to believe that the tech wasn’t reacting to any of this.

He was sort of staring, kind of forgetting himself. Vetic noticed this, and as the scans finished, he took a step forward and struck a pose, hands behind his head, body thrust out, especially the pelvic region, and shaking a little bit, his scales ringing out. “What’s the matter, hun? Can’t handle the gorgeous?”

Raven had no idea how to respond to that. He looked over to the attendant. “What...is that...is that his real color?”

“Yep. Your guess is as good as mine. But that’s how Arceus deigned to make him, and far be it from me to question that. Vetic’s yours.” She tossed the ball to him - of course, it was a Love Ball, that was the only thing that could make this any more ridiculous. “Please return him to the ball and leave him inside until you’re away from the node, you never know who might be after a Pokémon that arrives.”

“I’m fine with that, hun,” Vetic said, leaning towards him with a salacious grin. “Maybe later tonight I can be inside something else. Let’s go have some fun.” Raven felt his face heat up as he brought the Kommo-o back into his ball. He took one last look at the attendant, but she seemed uninterested in dealing with him any further, and the sound of the door opening told him exactly what he needed to be doing.

He hadn’t known what to expect...and somehow this still defied all expectation.

———

Raven had left the city and gotten a good bit away before releasing his new Pokémon from the ball. Even that had made him apprehensive, some of what Vetic had said gave him some worries about how he might act. Clearly they had decided he wasn’t a danger, but the words of the girl were on his mind - just because he wasn’t a danger didn’t mean he wasn’t going to be a problem.

Of course, Vetic couldn’t just come out of his ball normally...he swung himself around with a flourish, claw brushing his head scales like a woman’s hair. “Ah, this is much nicer than that tiny little ball. If I’m gonna be playing with tiny little balls they’d better be getting me some moans.”

The redness that had left Raven’s face returned with a vengeance. “Uhm...y-you...you’re Vetic, right?”

“That’s my name, sweetheart. But at the club, they call me Pink Lemonade, because I’m sweet and tart and ir-re-sistable.”

“What...what club?”

“Whichever one I go to. And trust me, I’ve been to a few. You look like you could do with a few trips, hun, you look about as wound up as a Spoink’s tail...then again, maybe you just need to do what the Spoink does and bounce a bit.”

He wasn’t sure what Vetic was saying, precisely, but everything that came out of his mouth sounded lewd, so it was probably a safe assumption that it was. “Ah. Uh. That...I don’t think that’s necessary.”

“Oh, but I do, hun. Raven, was it?” Vetic was circling him now, looking him over. “I can see all sorts of need on you. You’re a pretty new trainer, aren’t you? Older than most, but that just tells me you’ve been shut in for a long time. New to the big wide world, new to the travels and dangers, you’re so wound up you can hardly think straight. Guys who are that uptight are never happy, never satisfied...not until someone comes and loosens them up a bit.”

“I...I thought I was plenty loose.” Raven wasn’t feeling that way at all, though, his nerves were making him tense. Maybe it was a mistake to be alone with the Kommo-o he’d just met...he couldn’t help but notice that that scent was in the air and stronger than ever, it was definitely coming from Vetic. He couldn’t say he didn’t like that, at least, there was something pleasant about the sweetness, but it just added to the uncertainty he was feeling.

“Hun, you’re tighter than a Machoke’s grip when he jerks himself off. Believe me, I’ve watched.”

“You...are you...uh…”

“Coming on to you?” Vetic’s voice sounded like the deepest possible approximation of a giggle as he pulled Raven close, looking down at him; Raven was just starting to get a real idea of their size difference, Vetic had to be in excess of two feet taller than him, and every bit of his body was pure muscle. “Teasing you? Poking fun at you? You bet. Or maybe you were going to ask if I was gay? Humans seem to like to think that Pokémon are like them...most don’t care who they nail. But I can state for certain that there are a few who do...hun, I’m more flaming than a Magmortar’s asshole on burrito night. I was born and raised in a male brothel, and I was getting action since the day I popped my first boner. I’ve played all sides of the field, from the most ravenous cockslut to the aggressive dragon master of a harem of eager slaves. And I’ve turned more ‘straight’ humans than you can count on both our hands...and I can think of a much better use of those hands than counting.”

Raven gulped. “I’m...I’m not…”

“Sweetheart, you ain’t gonna hold out on me even until sunset. I can tell exactly who and what you are. The only thing I wondered was if you wanted to be the tamer or the tamed, and I’m pretty sure I have that figured out.”

He wasn’t entirely sure he wanted to hear that...Vetic was overwhelming, there was a force about him, maybe something inherent in the draconic nature, that was ludicrously powerful and imposing. Already he was starting to worry that he might just fall under the sway just from that pressure, regardless of how he felt. “Ah...I...why were you being traded away? From where you were raised, it sounded like they liked you there…”

“I’m a free spirit, hun. I loved the place, but I needed to spread my wings as much as spread my legs or spread some lucky tailhole.” Vetic was running a claw along the waistband of Raven’s shorts, and the flustered human couldn’t tell if it was deliberate or just absent-minded. “My ex-trainer saw me and loved the thought of having a shiny Pokémon...ah, it really was a shame that he was such a hopeless prude, simply couldn’t STAND the thought of me having sex, even if I wasn’t doing it with him. I can already tell we’re gonna get along MUCH better, sugar.”

“Ah...y-you...think I’m...but...I…ah!” Raven’s protest was cut off when Vetic’s massive mitt swung down and clamped down between his legs, grinding the palm against the human’s cock - a cock which was insistently hard, Raven was just now realizing - and groping his ballsack. The overtly lewd act made his heart leap...

“Raven, hun, you want this. If you didn’t, you wouldn’t be responding like you are. I know how a guy responds if they aren’t into it, they do everything they can to get away, fighting me off like their lives depended on it. But look at you, so pent up that even this little touch has you pushing into me like a horny slut.” A bit of extra pressure, and Raven involuntarily pushed into that grip, the tight pressure feeling good on that sensitive part of him, even through his clothes. A quiet, shaky moan escaped his mouth, a sound that he couldn’t remember making before, even when masturbating. “See? You’re getting all hot and bothered with just a little grab and rub.”

“Ah...hnn…” Raven was finding it hard to express himself...he was feeling oddly good in a way that wasn’t entirely limited to the stimulation in his groin. His breaths were getting heavier, filling his senses with more than that potent scent. The more he smelled it, the more he realized there was something about the scent that he really, really liked, on a level he didn’t fully understand. It was like it was making him feel relaxed and warm, not like the sun but warmth that came from inside and spread outwards. The more he felt it, the more he faded into Vetic’s ministrations.

“Heh, just as I thought. You’re a natural bitch, so sensitive to the potent strength of dragon musk.” Vetic murred a bit, nuzzling the prone human’s neck. “No shame in that, hun, you’re far from the first...ah, yes, I can guess everything about you. Never known the touch of another, but more than familiar with your own. Gay as the day is long, but never tried to explore it, never even knew exploring it was an option, brought up never knowing what it was. Too timid to approach anyone else about the idea of coupling, but secretly wishing to be swept off your feet into the arms of a powerful one. Hee, you’ll be perfect...we’ll have a lot of fun together, just you wait and see.”

All of this was very much overwhelming to the poor human, who was starting to question if this dragon that he’d had in his possession all of a couple hours knew him better that he knew himself. Raven was very much a virgin, not even so much as an accidental grope to his name, but he certainly did enjoy masturbation, perhaps a bit more than normal. And there was some truth that he hadn’t actually known about different sexualities until only recently, and had never really thought about his own...but he’d always found it a little bit weird that he never had interest in girls the way his peers did. Did that mean the other things Vetic was saying were true? Was he a bitch? He wasn’t really even entirely sure what that meant, he’d heard the term enough and rarely in flattering terms, but the way Vetic said it didn’t seem as nasty…

He started a bit as Vetic went from groping to grabbing his shorts and underwear by the band, and with a mighty tug tore the fronts of them away from the human’s body, freeing his stiff cock to the open air. “Ah! V-vetic...those...those were…”

“These? These rags aren’t worthy of you, hun.” The Kommo-o cast the scraps in his hand aside casually, kicking away the backsides that had fallen to the ground unceremoniously. “Drab, devoid of character or style, simply unpleasant to look at. I know a guy, we’ll get you some real clothes. A few nice and sexy to show off your assets, a few to play up your subby and vulnerable side, a nice harness to give them something firm to grab and tug onto…” Vetic murred as he rubbed under the human’s shirt, clearly intending to make short work of that as well but relaxing the human back into complacency first. “And some ‘normal’ ones that are much more YOU, hun. Much as I think you’d look just fine without, I know how you humans are, but we can make you look like a dream, rather than a bowl of oatmeal.”

Raven felt himself reddening back up something fierce. What Vetic sounded like he wanted to get for him was so...racy. Still, he wasn’t really mustering up the will to say anything in objection, it was hard for him to really be sure what he wanted to say to that, rationally he knew he should be objecting but...Vetic just sounded so SURE of everything. Raven was still getting used to all this being on his own, doing his own thing, that had been why Triska hadn’t wanted to stay with him. Maybe Pokémon were better at this sort of thing...well, they would be, wouldn’t they? They were creatures more of nature than humans were, after all. He’d rather hoped Triska would help him learn, but the Persian wasn’t interested...Vetic did seem to be, even if he expressed it in a weird way...and suddenly, there went his shirt, Vetic gripping the collar from the inside and tearing it away effortlessly, discarding the rag and then pulling the backside of it away from between their bodies. Now Raven was truly nude, not a thing between him and the Kommo-o’s muscular body, just the raw feel of dragon against him, and he would have been lying to say it didn’t feel good, REALLY good…

“Mm, that’s right, let me free you, Raven...let me help you be what you’re supposed to be.” That big dragon hand went back to his groin, rubbing and squeezing his cock and balls all at once with that huge mitt, keeping the human close and holding him firmly but gently. “Mrr, you smell so nice, you’ve got a delicious subby scent to you. You’re going to make a lot of guys very, very happy once we get you out of your shell here.” He drew a clawtip to the head of Raven’s shaft, getting it past the human’s foreskin and stroking along that sensitive flesh, getting an amorous cry out of Raven and a buck into that grip. “Oh, my, you’re close, aren’t you? Don’t hold back, hun, it feels so much better to let go…”

Raven didn’t. Raven couldn’t. Masturbation was about the one thing he was used to, but his own hand didn’t have the effect that the dragon’s had, nor was there the pervasive powerful scent of Kommo-o to stimulate him beyond anything he was ever used to. With a quavering cry, he unloaded, spurting his cream right into Vetic’s hand, the dragon encouraging every bit of his expression with expert touches that spoke of a considerable well of experience, just as he’d claimed...Raven was beyond outmatched here, a sexual novice in the hands of a commanding authority so assured and experienced that he could play him like a piano. And Raven really wasn’t finding anything to complain about so far, not when it felt this good, it felt like he was shooting out a whole bunch of stress and tension along with his seed, enough that by the time his shots trailed off he was more or less slumped against Vetic, that muscular frame supporting him effortlessly. Deep breaths helped him recover...as did Vetic’s enticing, musky scent.

“Now that’s what I like to see.” Vetic rumbled happily as he brought his cum-covered hand up to his muzzle, leaning over very deliberately to lick Raven’s seed off his fingers in view of the human. “Oh, my, you’re quite the tasty one...such an enticing, yielding scent and taste...hun, at the brothels and clubs, they’d drain you ‘til you were drier than an Aggron’s taint, and then you’d be stuffed so full you could hardly walk within the hour. You could live high off of getting down, I guarantee it.”

“Ahn...haah…” Words were not coming to Raven, he was only halfway taking in what Vetic was saying and what was registering wasn’t really understood. After all, this was a scene that Raven was only dimly aware even existed...he couldn’t really say anything about it that Vetic wouldn’t know better, right? Still, it sounded complimentary, it sounded nicer than anything Triska had ever said to him, that had to be a good thing at least…

“It’s time for some return payment, hun. I can’t let you be the only one having fun, here.”

Raven suddenly was shaken back into full awareness as Vetic stepped away from him, pushing him back upright. Confused, Raven turned, and was momentarily frozen - a slit had parted in Vetic’s groin, revealing a shaft the same garish colors as his body, which was slowly pushing out and growing longer and thicker. The size of it was a monster, Raven might have compared it favorably with his arm rather than his own dick, and the shape was entirely foreign to the human, with a thick pointed head that had protruding bumps on it, a flexing ring of plates at the base of the head that looked like they would spread and drag if Vetic wanted it, and the rest was smoother but so thick...especially the enormous bulge at the base, which he wasn’t sure could get into anything reasonably. The scent that Raven had been smelling was so much stronger now, and he realized that it was the Kommo-o’s lust, his arousal, his sex, his musk, that he’d been drinking in almost since the dragon had arrived.

And he wanted it. Bad.

“Hmhm, just what I thought, hun…” Vetic sat on the ground, spreading his legs, and beckoned with a finger to Raven, licking his chops in an enticing come-hither display. “Don’t let anything hold you back, let’s see what you can do.”

Almost like an outside force was pulling him, Raven stepped forward and sank down onto his knees, his face creeping closer to that huge, thick cock. The scent was weighing deep on his nose, that sweet and thick and heavy odor that drew him in so fiercely...Raven caught a bit of drool leaking from his mouth, he was salivating over it and hadn’t even realized it. He wiped a bit, embarrassed, but it gave him a moment to recognize something else. “Ah...I...I, uh...I don’t...I’ve never...I don’t know h-how to...uh…”

Vetic let out a rumbling laugh, and Raven felt a heavy hand palm the back of his head - not pushing him, but holding him enough to help him relax a bit. “Just do what comes naturally, Raven darling. You’ll figure out enough to do the trick, I know you will.”

Why he had any reason to think so, Raven didn’t know, but he didn’t bother asking further, he wasn’t sure he could hold back from tasting the dragon any longer anyway. With that comforting weight on his head carrying him down to the Pokémon’s shaft, he started licking at the tip, his tongue first taking a couple tentative slurps before they starting to linger and lengthen. Everything about Vetic’s taste was a watch for his scent, except significantly stronger and with an added bit of saltiness to it which only seemed to enhance the blend. It was fantastic, he couldn’t believe he’d gone his life without it, how something this could could exist without him being aware of it...the more he licked, the more he loved it, and the more he wanted it. His hands came up to start rubbing over the shaft, while his mouth spent more time working that bumpy head, Vetic purring as he teased those nubs. “Ooh, very nice, hun, most don’t pick up on those that quickly...you’re as much a natural as I thought. Keep at it, you’re doing fantastically…”

Raven flushed again, but this was a lot less uncomfortable blush, it felt really good to be complimented on his performance here. He still didn’t really know what he was doing, consciously, but if it was working for Vetic then he just kept with it. He was sure there was no way he was going to fit this in his mouth, even the head was beyond what he was ready for...he could lick and suckle on the tip, though, and he spent a good deal of time doing that, drinking down the leaking precum and shivering as the slightly viscous liquid drained down his throat. It was slightly sweeter than the dragon’s meat, with a hint of another flavor he couldn’t really identify, but was just so enticing to him that he couldn’t help but want more.

While his mouth was a bit more occupied, his wandering fingers were still doing their special work. They massaged the dragon’s knot, getting an extra bit of volume out of those musical rumblings from Vetic’s throat, and they also went up towards the ring of plates at the head, rubbing underneath it to touch rarely-graced flesh. Everything he did seemed to make it better for the dragon, he was hearing more pleasant sounds from Vetic and getting more precum down his throat...he could only imagine that he was doing it right.

Suddenly he felt that hand push down on him a little bit more, making his lips strain a little bit. He whimpered a bit as the stretch, it wasn’t enough to hurt yet but it was something that he wasn’t quite ready for...but he settled down as he felt Vetic rub his head. “Relax, hun, I’m sure you can handle it. Just trust me, you’ll be perfectly fine.”

That was a tough ask with a cock as wide as the one that was currently being pushed into his mouth, when he’d never done anything like this before...but some weird instinct within him told him to trust Vetic, to let the dragon guide him. So he took a deep, musk-laden breath and tried to relax, letting Vetic push against him, his lips stretching wide around that spire of flesh. Deeper, further, the head was breaching his lips, those plates slightly slick and slipping in very easily, flexing in a way that made clear that they weren’t coming out nearly as smoothly. It was so much, Raven was wincing, but it was remarkably not hurting, just not the most comfortable thing in the world...and he was getting even more of that taste he craved, offsetting some of that discomfort.

And then Vetic pushed again, and now it went from mouth to throat. The tip pushed against the back of his throat and then worked inside, heedless of the slight hitch at it brushed against a sensitive spot that made Raven reflexively squeeze. The strain got even further down, and breathing got a bit more challenging as the space inside Raven was taken up by Pokémon cock...though, he was still able to get some air in, just not as much. It was a daunting challenge, he felt so opened up and it felt like there was barely any more space he could stretch, but it felt rather good in a way as well, sending little shivers down his spine. It didn’t escape him that he was rock-hard once again, his cock almost begging for attention, but he couldn’t give it at the moment, he had to tend to the dragon’s shaft, he needed to give him the pleasure he’d already gotten…

He wasn’t ready for Vetic to actually go off, the dragon crying out as his cock throbbed and a thick gush of spunk burst into his gullet, then another, and another...and then Raven’s eyes bugged out as Vetic suddenly pulled back, jerking his cock out of his throat but only to the point where that ring caught on the human’s jaw, spread to lock him inside so that every remaining shot of seed went right into Raven’s mouth and forced him to have to swallow to keep up. And there was so much of it, so much more than he could have made himself, but the taste, the taste was absolutely divine, thick and sweet and creamy and heady and so, so MALE that even his inexperienced tongue knew what it was tasting. He suckled and swallowed and nursed, doing everything he could to make space for the next burst, his throat and stomach swamped with Kommo-o cum. He lost track of everything else, so focused on worshiping that dick that had imposed so forcefully on him.

When it pushed in a little bit, he thought it was starting again, but instead, that plated ring flattened again, and Vetic pulled out of his mouth...he realized that the dragon wasn’t shooting anymore, that he’d just swallowed that entire load. He could feel a weight in his gut that had to be that...he felt plenty full, not overfull thankfully but definitely well-fed, and the taste of the dragon lingered on his tongue, one that he wasn’t sure he ever wanted to leave his taste buds. It was all kind of surreal, Raven felt a bit of a fog in his head, but in a good way, he was tired but felt really pleasant. He looked up at Vetic, who was grinning as widely as a dragon could without looking threatening. “You were SENSATIONAL, darling. Just as I thought you would be, you throated me like a champion.”

“Ah...I...wasn’t ready for that…”

“Sure you were, you just didn’t know it. You know how long it takes most humans to even get to the ring? But you, sugar, are a natural through and through. A bit more practice and a bit more confidence, and you’ll be swallowing me like you’re part Ekans. I’ve met a few bitches in my time, but you don’t just take the cake, you bake the whole thing from scratch, dear.”

“I...I don’t...uh...you...you think I’m...a bitch?”

“Hun, you make a lady Growlithe in heat look like a yappy Rockruff.” Vetic reached out and pulled Raven close, making the human shudder again as he was pressed up against that heavy body, almost immediately sinking into that hold and leaning against Vetic to draw in more of that scent. “You see? A big, strapping male gets you all soft and pliant, ready to serve. You were made for this, hun, your body knows what it wants and it wants dick, it wants to be pierced and pounded and pumped full, and it’s never in its element more than when it can get all it wants. And let me tell you, there is never a more popular guy out there in those ‘special’ places than someone like you, especially the clubs I go to, where you’re much more likely to get a nice, big, dominant Pokémon than any human. They love human bitches, nothing gets them more riled up than a human who won’t try to control them, who’ll let them use their power just how they want. You’re a little bundle of special, hun, and I’m the lucky one for finding you.”

Raven didn’t try to argue any of it - why should he, when he didn’t really know anything about this whole thing? Again, Vetic seemed so sure that he almost felt like it HAD to be true, why would the Kommo-o lie to him about something like this? Still, it was hard for him to wrap his mind around, he felt like he didn’t really know what to think…

“Still not convinced? I know just how to show you…” Suddenly, Vetic was shifting, rising, and Raven found himself on his back, underneath the flamboyant dragon, whose gaze was almost piercing into him. “Strap yourself in, hun, because it’s time to ride the wildest ride I can provide.”

“Ah! You’re...you’re going to…”

“I know you’re not just satisfied with me playing flog the log, hun. You want more, I can tell...you want what you know you’ve been missing. And for most innocent boys I would break them in nice and gentle, work them into it like they need…” Vetic’s head dropped, and his voice quieted to a lecherous growl that almost rang with lust. “But not you...you wouldn’t enjoy that. You NEED it, the way you know I can give it...you need a rutting so intense, so SAVAGE, that it breaks that last little bit of doubt clean away. You need to be put in your place...you WANT to be put in your place. Tell me, Raven...does that sound like what you want?”

Raven trembled. The thought of that dragon, whose strength he needed no demonstration of to know it outclassed anything less than a god, showing him exactly what he was capable of, with a cock that looked like it could snap him in half destroying his virgin rear...of him savagely humping him, flaying his insides with that ring, imposing on him so viscerally, with him utterly helpless to stop it...of him spraying his thick, heavy load inside him, despoiling unmarked flesh with his draconic essence and leaving him unquestionably used...it was all terrifying. And it was all even more thrilling. And the battle in his mind was won with barely a shot fired, as he ceded to the intense scent and the arousal and the desire he didn’t even truly know he had. “Yes...”

Impossibly strong arms held him fast to the soil. Raven felt that bumpy head press up against his rear...it felt like it could break in at will, but it merely pushed, threatening but not entering. Raven’s legs spread, almost involuntarily, offering himself to the powerful creature. His chest was heaving already, fear and excitement twisting together in a powerful whiplashing emotion, both buoyed by the scent of Vetic’s sweet musk and his dusky breath, his fate sealed by his voice, for better or worse. His body shivering madly in anticipation, knowing what he had just asked for was far beyond too much too soon, for all that it mattered.

“Welcome to your new world, hun.”

Vetic delivered only exactly what he promised - nothing easy, nothing gentle, nothing that should have been what a normal first-timer got. That thick cock smashed through his asshole and plunged in with a fury, the sheer power of a Fighting-type Pokémon easily overwhelming any feeble resistance his pucker could offer. His body warping around that gigantic spire, far beyond what should have been able to imbed itself within, tearing a wild cry out of Raven’s throat as it all hit him simultaneously, the violent force of his breaking driving the breath right out of him...and it was glorious. What should have been agony was naught but raw ecstasy, a resonant pleasure not just through his loins but his entire being, a euphoria so deep and full that he never knew it possible, never even conceived of it.

And that was only the first thrust, and Vetic wasn’t leaving him time to acclimate. No, the Kommo-o showed him exactly what a dragon with such raw physical power could do to him, jerking back out and smashing back in, going as hard as if he were a Pokémon of comparable size rather than a smaller, more delicate human. Each extrusion caused those plates to spread and drag, his innards raked raw by them only to be soaked by gushes of precum that sprayed from Vetic’s cocktip, smeared around on the next thrust in. His knot slapped hard against Raven’s rear, remaining outside him only by the grace of the dragon not being ready to unload yet, promising that the finale would push him so far beyond his previous limits that they might as well not have existed. Each thrust was an impact hard enough to wind him, barely allowing him to draw breath before pushing it out, dizzying him with sheer force.

And it was all heaven to Raven, a pleasure beyond compare. His own hand-induced orgasms were as nothing compared to this, they didn’t make his whole body quake and tremble, didn’t forcefully reshape him and let him snap back, didn’t assail his other pleasure points ruthlessly, didn’t satisfy him the way he truly needed to be satisfied. Vetic fucking him like this was all he needed, he finally understood, this was what the dragon had been saying, that he was made for this and meant for this, because each thrust into him felt like it was completing his very being. Even as hard and rough as this was, it felt so RIGHT that it defied any unpleasantness, leaving him only the best of what it had to offer. Rapturous cries escaped his mouth with every driven breath, back arching almost hard enough to break, cock leaking madly as preseed splashed about, body clenching onto that thrusting shaft to feel more of it, as much as possible, it was the most complete shift that he could imagine and he welcomed it with all the fiber of his being.

And as much as he lived for that, he lived for Vetic’s pleasure, the blissful guttural growls that escaped the Kommo-o’s mouth, the throbbing of his own cock, the heaving of his chest as he worked himself almost in a frenzy. Vetic was carnality incarnate, a sex machine that worked him over to the deepest depths and greatest lengths, molding him into the bitch he was. His tail thrashed around, his scales clanged uproariously, yet what glimpses Raven could get of his eyes saw them shine with passion and delight, soothing the human and reassuring him that he was not being ravaged by a mindless animal but delivered by a kindred spirit, a being of raw, potent sexual fervor that had found its like and was bringing him up to speed. He wanted so badly to feel Vetic’s release, to have his body filled with that passion and brought fully into himself...he couldn’t form the words, but his desires were obvious, he wanted to feel that knot stretch him, to feel his seed fill him, to reach the apex of pleasure together with his new partner.

Thankfully, he needed no words. One last ringing cry left Vetic’s maw as he slammed in, this time driving his knot through that tight right and locking himself inside Raven. The human saw stars as the pleasure of being tied blasted him over the edge, his cock erupting in a virile geyser, unleashing several heavy jets of spunk that splattered down onto his body, even a couple splashing against Vetic’s belly. And inside, oh, it was wondrous, that rushing of thick spunk through his innards, filling him so thoroughly, providing a satisfying pressure that he knew he’d never get tired of, that thickness of Vetic allowing not a drop to escape, letting him revel in the seed stewing within him, warm and comforting. And there was so much of it, putting even his own amplified load to shame, though it didn’t truly matter, the satisfaction for him was less his own than what he brought to others, Vetic’s pleasure was what truly embellished his own.

Raven slumped back on the ground, utterly spent, the crest of orgasm abating into a contented quietude. His energy was sapped beyond belief, but every bit of his body was rife with satisfaction, as was his mind in a different way. It felt like everything had shifted, his nerves had quieted, his spirit felt freer, he felt so much more comfortable and relaxed and alive...things he was realizing he’d never truly known, not at this level.

Vetic’s grip on him relented, those arms moving from pinning him down to scooping him up, pulling the human against him and nuzzling him as he embraced him; Raven could feel his cum smearing around a bit as their bodies met what had painted him, and it felt good. “Mrrr...that was simply divine, even better than I thought it would be. You truly are born for pleasure, and I can’t wait to help you learn all about what you can do, and what can do you. You’re going to have so much fun, love, and BE so much fun...”

“Gods...Vetic…” It was hard to find words, so Raven didn’t bother. Never could he have been this close to his previous partner...Vetic was so different, so much more a fit for him, and just the type of Pokémon he was meant to bond with. Getting his Pink Lemonade was definitely the best thing that had happened to him, and he was always going to want his fill.