New Realities
Story by AstroSecant on SoFurry
I don’t know how other people tend to write, so I don’t know if this is strange or not. But often, it’s a piecemeal process - when I actually get to writing the story (as opposed to just one general idea to build off of), usually I just put down the pieces that come to me, then go off and do the same for other stories, and come back and try to tie the pieces together a little at a time. It usually eventually works, though it’s a slow plod, especially with so many ideas competing for attention.
But every now and then, I get into stream-of-consciousness mode, where I start writing on an idea and before I know it I’ve mostly written start-to-finish, maybe just a few small gaps. This was one of those cases, it just all kind of came together at once. I like when that happens because it’s definitely faster, but I just can’t get that most of the time.
Also, Charmeleons are both highly awesome and very sexy and there are not nearly enough works involving them. Trust me, I intend to alleviate that, little by little.
OBLIGATORY CONTENT WARNING: This story contains sexual acts between two males, unexplained size shifting, and depictions of pleasure that will result in highly unrealistic expectations in the naïve. (Then again, if you’re reading my stories expecting realism, I would have to wonder where you came up with that.)
He could tell something was wrong the moment he woke up. For starters, the pillow seemed a lot bigger than usual, and it seemed a lot farther to the edge of the bed. And as he looked over to the clock, whose alarm had failed to ring, it seemed to take up a lot more space in his field of vision than it used to.
It was then Santiago realized that the weird thing was himself.
The hell is going on here? He shook his head and pinched himself, wondering if this was just some strange dream, but he didn’t seem to be waking up from it. No, he really did seem to be a lot smaller than before.
But that’s absurd. Things like that just don’t happen. How could they?
With care, he extracted himself from the bed, having to drop a bit in order to reach the ground. He was totally nude, as he usually slept, which allowed him to easily check his body for anything unusual, a search that came up empty. All he could ascertain was that he didn’t look like he’d gotten younger, just smaller. A lot smaller; as he scanned the rest of the room for comparison, he finally was able to settle on an estimate of a couple inches over three feet tall.
Man...that’s gonna make things tricky. Maybe it’s an illusion...wonder if any of my clothes will fit...
Pulling on the dresser drawer, he found that despite the size change, he hadn’t lost any of his strength - it still pulled out as effortlessly as before, though he found it a touch cumbersome to get it out all the way due to his shorter reach. That one bright spot was quickly countered as he examined the contents of the dresser; his eyes fell when he saw them unchanged, as normal as he was yesterday.
There isn’t a chance any of this is gonna fit me...now what? Can’t just go out naked, if things weren’t already weird enough...maybe if I can get a shirt I can make some kind of toga or someth-
His thought was interrupted as a pair of arms wrapped around him, grabbing him firmly and pulling him close to something quite hot. Santi flailed for a moment, until he looked down and saw the reddish scales and thick claws. “Invio! You scared me!”
The Charmeleon didn’t respond immediately; Santi could feel his head wandering down over his shoulder, taking long, deep breaths inward. “Mmmm...smells so nice…”
Santi started; he’d been with Invio long enough to get a general idea of what he was saying, but the Pokémon had never talked before, not in a way that he could translate. As he felt Invio pull him away from the dresser, he began to fear that the Charmeleon didn’t recognize him as he was. “Wait, Invio, it’s me, Santi! I got shrunk down, I’m too small, but you gotta believe me, it’s me!”
“I know.” Suddenly Santi was turned in Invio’s arms, and he was started by just how...big the Charmeleon seemed now. He was only average for his kind, but to Santi’s new reference frame he had to look up a fair bit to meet his eyes. And his body...the frame matched his height, rather than feeling too narrow like his own. “You’re not too small...you’re perfect.”
Invio pushed forward, slowly taking Santi to the floor, so that soon the shrunken trainer was on his back and the Pokémon was looming above him, one arm holding him firmly as he stared into Santi’s eyes. Santi had no idea what was going on, Invio had never behaved like this, and he didn’t know what to make of it...at least, not until Invio used his legs to force his apart, and as he looked down to try to make sense of that, he was greeted with a big red surprise.
To him, the cock seemed impossibly huge, radically dwarfing his own; it might have been a match or more even at Santi’s proper size, but now it was a veritable monster. Though it started at a point, the thickness further down was just as intimidating. It was glistening a bit, slick with something, and he could already feel the heat radiating off of it. And in the position they were in, there was only one potential target that it could be used on...Santi knew he should be saying something, trying to stop the impending act.
Except, for some reason, he found he didn’t want to.
On the contrary, the sight of that dick had an oddly calming effect on him, slowing down that confusing whirlwind of emotions that the day had already brought. Rather than fear, he felt a warm sense of relaxation, as well as a bit of his own arousal. It was odd, he’d never felt like that about another male, much less a male Pokémon, much less his male Pokémon, but it felt strangely right at that moment.
Invio seemed to sense the change in Santi, and that seemed to have been what he was waiting for. He leaned down more, sniffing again as he lined up with the human’s virgin hole. “Just perfect…” he growled with a ferocious fanged grin, before he suddenly bucked and slammed himself fully into Santi.
It was big, almost too big. It was hot, almost too hot. And it was forced in with an intensity he knew he wasn’t even remotely prepared for. Yet, Santi’s cry hadn’t a trace of agony, driven solely by an astonishing level of pleasure that he could never have imagined possible. Invio’s entry was entirely devoid of any sort of pain or discomfort, defying even his most optimistic expectations. He had trouble keeping himself under control, writhing madly under the pleasure, thankfully held reasonably steady by Invio’s hold on him.
As soon as he’d gotten himself under control, Invio truly began to take him, pulling out and slamming in with slightly less force but much greater frequency. Each movement had Santi in another bout of euphoria, completely overwhelmed by the power of the pleasure; nothing he had ever done before could even remotely compare. He was grabbing at Invio, clutching him every time he was speared, feeling like every single nerve he had was being overloaded by the heat and the pressure.
And he could hear it from his Charmeleon as well, those strained moans and growls that voiced how wonderful he felt inside Santi...though lacking in words, he somehow knew that Invio was feeling something different yet equally incredible, and it only made him feel more wonderful to know that he was giving him this pleasure, allowing him to have such a great time. He wordlessly urged Invio to keep going, to freely revel in that ecstasy and continue giving him the same.
Invio was quite out of control of himself now, absorbed by the intensity of the pleasure and needing more. He tried to drive himself harder, hotter, to take and give more, and couldn’t even tell if he was succeeding because it had already overpowered him. He’d felt on the edge of orgasm almost immediately, and yet he wasn’t blowing, he was simply kept there, remaining on the edge for an impossibly long time, trying to make it last for a seeming eternity. It seemed like every thrust would take him over, and yet he somehow held it back, staved it off for another blow. It was much the same for Santi, who was feeling an almost desperate need to climax that radically compounded with every time that heavenly cock drove itself inside him, but he wasn’t going over, not yet, it somehow lasted even longer.
They lost track of time, just simply going until they would finally burst. Clawed toes dragged furrows in the floor as Invio forced himself harder, pounding almost hard enough to drag Santi along the floor. Wild hands grasping and clawing at Invio, trying to get more of him even as he was getting more than he could handle. They both felt hotter and hotter, as if they were about to burst into flames right in the midst of their rampage of sex…
Until finally, both of them yelled out as they finally crossed over, climaxing in perfect time with each other, their peaks somehow triggering an entirely new magnitude of delight. Santi let loose with an intense burst that struck Invio’s chest and stomach at high velocity, sizzling as it landed on him, while simultaneously feeling like a cannon had been loosed into him, each burst spewing forth like a gunshot of fire, almost like permanent marks within him which he eagerly accepted. Round after round, again feeling almost endless in their pleasure-addled minds, until finally they faded, slowly, leaving a surreal warmth within both of them in its wake.
Soon they were on the ground, holding each other tightly. Both could still somehow feel the call, the capacity to renew their passion almost immediately, even in spite of the intensity they’d been through...yet, the rest felt just as necessary, just as right for them to experience, the simple feeling of closeness and satisfaction that completed the cycle.
“Invio...I don’t even know what to say…”
Invio sighed his hot breath onto Santi’s back, sending a light shiver down his spine. “You don’t have to say anything...I can feel it. It’s like...a dream come true. Better than that, even...”
“Much better...it’s not a dream, it’s all real.” Never had Santi been so happy to think that; after what had just happened, he couldn’t even imagine things going back to how they were before. “I never want it to end...I just wonder how weird it’s going to be living here like this…”
“Why live here? Let’s go to the wild...don’t have to worry about whether things fit there, we make them fit just how we want. Free to do as we wish…”
As Santi thought about it, it seemed more and more like the perfect idea. “Yeah...let’s do that.”
“Yes...the two of us, together…” Invio began moving again, still holding tight to Santi but starting to thrust in again, a more gentle start to lead into what would surely be another round of mind-blowing passion to come. Santi simply let himself get lost in it...there was no more need to question, to wonder, the only thing that mattered was the joy he received from his Charmeleon lover, and he would do all he could to preserve it. Anything else was purely trivial.