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Leon's Beginnings

For Leon_Therma

By Draconicon

Loneliness affects us all, from the slightest Bug to the greatest Legendary. I am no exception, despite my journeys through many dimensions. I am ever a visitor, never one to linger. My home is empty, a place for rest, and nothing more.

I have lived this way for as long as I can remember, and I can no longer bear it.

What is this? This sound...this cry...

Yes, I know this dimension, like so many others. Two parents whispering to me, requesting my blessing upon their egg like so many before them. I see them, I see their wishes for their child's happiness. It has a purity to it that I have not seen in some time, and it tells me what I need.

I will grant their request. And in time, they will grant mine.

#

18 years later...

Leon shook his head as he felt the pull again. The anthro Quilava had felt it time and time again over the last few years, each time a little stronger, each time with less space between the pulls to forget that it had happened. It was never painful or uncomfortable, but it was like there was something far off in the world, pulling at him like a magnet pulled a piece of metal, or like how three Magnemites would pull themselves together to create a Magneton.

At first, it'd been easy to ignore, something to forget, but these days, the pull almost dragged him out the door with its force before the moment passed. It had gone from something just in his head to something strong enough to pull him off his feet, at times. It just happened so much more at home, for some reason, which was one reason he'd avoided it more the last few years.

Not that he'd ever been home for long. After he'd been attacked by an Ursaring as a very young kid, he'd been healed and sent off to live with a bunch of humans. He'd adventured after that, but when he couldn't find the answers, he'd come home again, hoping that his parents could tell him what was going on.

His mother and father, a Typhlosion and a Lucario, respectively, looked at him with somber eyes as he told them about it, looking to one another for a moment before turning their gazes back to him.

"Sounds like it's time for you to make the pilgrimage, then."

Leon blinked at Luco - his father - and shook his head.

"Pilgrimage?"

"Your father makes it sound like something bigger than it actually is," Crystal said, the fiery female shaking her head. "It's something that we offered when we were praying to Palkia, while you were still in the egg. We promised that you'd go to visit the shrine if he would bless you."

"...That sounds pretty silly."

"You'll understand if you ever become a parent, darling."

His mother patted his hand, but he was already thinking that it sounded like a waste of time. Palkia was out there, yes, but the idea of a legendary Pokémon putting a blessing on anything that walked the earth was kind of silly to him. Why would something that powerful bother to give anyone something good?

He grunted as the pull came again, even stronger than usual. His claws sunk into the table, but even so he was halfway out of his seat before it ended. He dragged his hands free of the furrows that he'd left in the wood, stared at them, and then back at his parents.

"So...pilgrimage, you say?"

"Heh, yeah, son. Looks like it's time for you to go and see the legends."

"Well, there are worse excuses."

They looked at each other, and he fought the urge to roll his eyes. Sure, he knew Palkia was the Dimensional Protector, part of the creation trio that looked over space, but that was something that was so far over his head that he didn't think he could ever fully grasp it. It was like trying to understand Arceus, or any of the other powerful creatures that had been set over the rest of the Pokémon species as guardians or overseers.

But he knew that his parents were a bit more...faithful, than he was, and he could offer Palkia respect for his power and his work at keeping things stable. It was just hard to believe that anything at that level was that personally involved with anyone else in the world.

It didn't take long for his mother and father to help him pack, getting together a bundle of food, some money, a map, and the best route to the nearest shrine. It wasn't too far, just a week over the mountains and under a hill, and he'd been further than that in his past adventures.

He left the next morning, giving both of his parents a tight hug before he left. They waved to him, he waved back, and he was off.

#

He'd lingered on the journey, so it took him a good week and a half to reach the shrine rather than the week that he'd been told. Leon came to a stop outside of it, resting against the side of the hill as he looked at the carved hole that would lead underground to the shrine itself.

It was surprisingly well-made, something that looked so ancient that he could believe that it had come from before the dawn of time, just like Palkia. The archway of stone was marked with different runes, each one impossible to read, but seeming to tell some sort of story. He traced a few of them with his fingers, then pulled his hand back, almost feeling like he was committing some sin by touching these things.

It was a weird feeling. He'd never felt that attached to the godly figures of the Pokémon species before, but this was...well, it was something else. Religious only seemed to scratch the surface of it.

As he stood there, he felt the pull again, but this time, it was different. Rather than feeling like a hook in the back of his head dragging him forward, it felt more like a call that was enticing him forward. Despite himself, Leon gave in, following the strange feeling further into the cave.

The cavern walls were comfortable, at least, giving him a feeling of welcome as he proceeded further and further into the underground area. He felt the warmth of the earth pushed around him, something that kept him feeling almost like he was back at home. The den-like feeling of the cave made him smile, and he went further down, activating some of his fire for light as he moved along.

It didn't take him very long to reach the shrine proper. The same rune-marked stones rose over a small altar, everything glowing around him with a brightness that was almost overpowering, yet with a strange sucking feeling towards the borders of the light, almost as if it was being created and pulled away at the same time. He studied it for a bit, oddly fascinated, before his eyes fell on the thing that was the center of the whole shrine.

Palkia's pearl, he thought as he stared at the large, rounded orb. It wasn't so big as the legends told, but the orb was still big enough to cover the palm of his hand. He stepped forward, paused, and then took another step, each one carrying him further and further, closer and closer to the strange orb. Each time he did, he felt like he was doing something wrong, but that call kept pulling him on, dragging him off of his feet in some cases. It was slowly filling his head until there was nothing but the call that he could think about, nothing but that tugging that pulled him towards the holy object.

And it was holy, he was forced to admit. There was something about it, something strange to it that defied his understanding of the world. It was here, and not here, at the same time, flickering around. He laid his hand around it, and he could feel the vibrations of it popping in and out of the dimension.

As he did, he felt something else, a sort of...tingle, a filling sensation, as if something was pouring into him and giving him something that he'd needed all of his life. Leon shook his head, sure that it was nothing but nonsense, but a feeling of contentment was gradually coming over him.

What...is this? This is like...this is...

It was almost like magic, but that wasn't possible. Magic wasn't a thing, and even the psychic types out there could be explained once they were pinned down and had to talk about what they did on a daily basis. They were just using natural abilities. This was something that was reaching out and -

He shifted his hand without thinking about it, and suddenly, he was touching the pearl. Warmth flooded out of it through his palm, like when his mother held him in her blazing arms, but warmer than that, purer. It flooded up his arms, white light bursting from his palms and down his back, and he leaped back with a shout.

"What the -"

Language, son.

Leon's eyes went wide at the deep voice that throbbed in his head, familiar and yet new all at once. He whipped around, the fire burning hot on his back and forming into balls on his palms, but there was no sign of anyone around. Even as he pushed his fire to the hottest it could go, lighting up every dark corner in the small room, he couldn't see anyone, not a soul that might have followed him down from the outside.

He kept whipping about, trying to see where the voice had come from, even as the light of the pearl continued streaking up his arm. The Quilava looked down at it, shaking his head a few times as he tried to ignore it, but it was still spreading further and further, almost up to his neck now.

"Who are you?! What's going on?"

I will introduce myself in time. For now...take your gift. The gift that you've waited all these years to receive.

The light suddenly surged around him, swallowing him up, and Leon was lifted off of the ground. He stared about himself, trying to find some way to get his footing back, but there was no way that he could. Everything he did only sent him spinning in the strange light, leaving him without any way to move. All he could do was spin helplessly as the light covered him from head to toe, and then...pushed.

He felt the warmth of it sinking through his skin, spreading through his body at the speed of light. It swallowed him more fully and efficiently than any of the fire-scrubs he'd used on the road, or the psychic touches from his father. It pushed into him, filling him, and then pushed in more, and more, and more, until he felt like he was stuffed with more energy than his body could hold.

Suddenly, he felt the tightness fade. He couldn't understand it, until he looked down at himself once more.

Oh...gods...

Leon looked at his hand. It looked almost exactly the same as it had been, but there was one key difference. It was much, much, much bigger.

He held it in front of him, staring through the fingers, looking down at the pearl that was still barely out of arm's reach. He held his hand over it, and saw that the formerly palm-sized pearl would easily fit within his hand, now. Maybe half the size compared to him that it had been...no, his hand was more like double the size.

It was proportional to the rest of him, too, his body having nearly doubled in size somehow. He stared at it, at himself, at the way that he stretched out far more than his former size. He was nearly ten feet tall, now, and the light was pushing into him again, making him feel that same tension, that same swelling feeling inside as the tightness within got stronger and stronger, making it harder and harder to think, to feel comfortable inside of his own skin.

This time, the swelling and growth was easier to see, easier to feel. He watched as his arms took it first, extending out from his shoulders and getting longer, wider, heavier. His lean limbs, just lightly stacked with bits of muscle, were getting bigger and stronger, thicker and heavier at the shoulder with more of it tapering down towards his fingers. He groaned, trying to understand what was happening, but the light kept pressing at him, filling him, expanding him.

As his arms grew, so did his legs, pushing outwards, getting longer. His feet were getting bigger, heavier, wider, spreading out and getting flat for some reason. They weren't like Quilava feet any more, but something else, something meant to support something much bigger and heavier.

His legs pushed down, and his spine pushed up. He felt the creaking back there, the thickening of his skeleton as he was stretched another foot, two, three upwards. Already so much taller than even his mother, he felt like he was becoming a giant in size and power, his body swelling outwards, getting thicker and bigger with muscle and size.

How...this...this...

His confusion knew no bounds as he reached thirteen feet in height, his bigger, flatter feet pressing against the ground again. Everything confused him, everything made no sense.

Desperate for some answer, Leon reached out, grabbing the pearl again. He lifted it from the altar, holding it between his fingers as he stared down at it, demanding answers in his silent way. The pearl glimmered for him, flashing an image through it.

It showed his mother and father, much younger than they had been, with an egg between them. They were kneeling over it, keeping it with them right here in this very shrine. It zoomed out, showing something else, something white and shimmery, staring down into the image that he was looking at even now. There was something, an outstretched hand and a word or two, and then nothing.

But...it told him something.

Palkia...blessed me?

His mother and father had been right, apparently, but they'd only known it on faith. He had seen it, knew it for truth.

He almost dropped the pearl at the realization of what had happened, but he stopped himself at the last second, holding it tighter than ever. No, he had to be careful with it. No damage could be done to this, not when it was...when it was real. When it had done this.

He was about to ask something else of the pearl when his body started shifting once more. The height and power was not all that he was getting, apparently.

Leon turned his attention back to his body, and his eyes immediately went wide as the transformation continued at his feet. The already-widened and flattened soles were spreading out further, with his toes coming together in a strange way, almost pressed together to the point where there was only a paper-thin gap between them, just barely allowing his claws to look separated from one another. As they pressed together, a white-gray color began to spread, his fur falling out and a strange, almost scaly material ran up his legs to replace it.

It felt like armor, and he knew it would have been too heavy for his old self to be able to lift, but with his new muscles, it was easier than ever. He lifted up his leg, staring at it, watching as the padded undersides of his feet became smoother, more...shiny, in a way. Running his fingers over it, he realized that they almost felt more sensitive, too, something that he hadn't expected.

His shock and his fear had faded, he realized. For the better, he supposed. He could enjoy what was going on much more if he wasn't freaking out about it.

Leaning back against the wall, he watched as his body continued to warp and shift beneath him. His legs were getting thicker as the armor shell continued to streak up them, a little bit of purple coloration popping in on the backs of his legs, but nothing but white along the front. They changed shape slightly, becoming more suited for a slight crouch rather than standing up straight the whole time, but he knew if he managed to land even a glancing blow with these legs, they would shatter any Pokémon that was unfortunate enough to be targeted.

It spread up further, working towards his sheath, and he groaned as the armor started to pull along his groin. Rather than pushing it down and away, the white armor with purple stripes started pulling his cock forward, making it more obvious than ever. His shaft slipped out of his sheath, but no sooner was it at full erection than the light seemed to fill it instead of just him.

Leon gasped out in shock as his cock suddenly throbbed, shooting forward two inches, then two more, then three more. It was massive already, but the strange light seemed intent on making him bigger and bigger with each passing second.

As his cock passed a foot in length, then a foot and a half, another feeling rippled down it, so powerful that he almost missed the crack behind him as a bigger, thicker tail started pushing out of his spine, running down and back to sweep down over his ass. But Leon focused more on the fact that the tip of his cock...was splitting.

It was painless, of course, but it was still unnerving to watch as his cock started to split right down the middle, each successive inch getting pulled to the side and then filled in so that each cock was as thick as the original one. He stared as one cock slowly became two, both of them hanging forward and dribbling, hard as a rock and begging for something to stimulate them properly.

He started to reach down, only to groan as something happened to his upper arms. Turning his head to see what had happened, he saw great circular wheels popping out of his shoulders, almost like armor, running down along his biceps down to his elbows. It spread and grew, becoming bigger than his head - indeed, almost as big as his torso had been in his original shape - and it made it a little harder to move his arms. Not impossible, but it distracted him from reaching down to his dick and giving it a good few pumps.

As wings popped out of his back - short but sharp - he felt his neck aching, pushing upwards from his shoulders. Leon groaned, tilting his head one way and then the other to try and accommodate the strange sensation, but it kept getting stronger until -

CRACK!

His neck popped and cracked as it pushed forward, arching outwards as it grew by the second. He went from having a normal neck to having one a foot long, then two, stopping at two and a half. Groaning, he tried to turn his head, finding it so strange to have that much neck to drag along with every motion, trying to make it make sense as he wobbled about.

The transformation continued everywhere, sheathing him in the strange armor-skin that his new body had, thickening him past anything that a Quilava would consider healthy. He looked down at his hands, seeing that his fingers had narrowed and turned into near-claws as a replacement for every digit. It was both powerful, and frightening.

His head was the last thing to change, his furred muzzle getting shielded at the side by blade-like plates, some swooping up from beneath his jaw while the rest came down from over his head. They covered his face completely, making it hard to see anything from the side, but making sure that he would be protected from the sides, as well.

He no longer had a muzzle, his face flattening out, and his mouth felt bigger, for some reason. Not just in size, but in the way that it spread out to the sides and the way it led back into his throat. It was...intimidating, in a way, and he didn't know why.

Finally, the light left him, and as he looked over his new armored self, he knew exactly what he had become.

I'm...a Palkia?

Yes, boy. You are.

Are you...Palkia?

I am. And now, I think it is time that we met face to face, for the first time.

There was a sense of whirling and warping around Leon, and before he could examine it or understand it, the shrine faded away.

#

When he opened his eyes again, he was in a plain white room. Nothing was shining, nothing stood out from anything else. It just looked like a little room that nobody had ever bothered to put anything in, and he wondered what it was for. For some reason, it just felt wrong to have a room without any purpose to it.

Then, a door appeared. He didn't suddenly see it; it was as if the door had never been, and then suddenly, it existed. It clicked slightly as the doorknob was turned, and as it opened, he saw...

Well, almost an exact replica of his new body, though without the three scars on his face that he seemed to have kept from his old one. The Palkia - no, not the, but THE Palkia - stepped forward, heavy feet thumping on the floor a couple of times before he came to a halt. The pair of them stared at each other for a moment, Leon in shock, and the other consideringly.

Finally, the legendary Pokémon smiled, and reached out, patting him on one of his shoulder wheels.

"I'm glad that you have finally come to meet me, young one."

"You...you really meant for me to come here? Why?"

"There are a number of reasons, but the biggest one, I suppose, is the most childish."

The Palkia stepped past him, and as he moved, Leon felt something shifting, like things were being moved just out of sight and dragging some sort of vibration along with them. Suddenly, a couch appeared on the far side of the room, and he realized that the owner of this place had managed to pull it through space, making it appear as he liked. The legendary Pokémon sat down, looking back at him.

"You've only seen one room of my home, but I am curious. What do you think of this place, outside of your own world?"

"It's...empty."

"It is. Very empty. It always has been."

Leon shook his head.

"Why? You're Palkia. You're the god of space. Why would you keep it so empty?"

"Because, in all cases, I have no right to pull someone back here."

The Pokémon leaned back, shaking his head on his long neck, making a strange motion that seemed exaggeratedly slow and too fast at the same time.

"I am the guardian of dimensions, and that means that I have to be on the move at all times. I go from here to the problems, and then come back again only to be summoned to another problem. There is no way that I could bring someone here and then just abandon them like that. It would be a curse on them, something that would hurt them for the rest of their lives, until they hated me rather than cared for me."

"Then why am I here?"

"Because, Leon, you are something different."

Palkia smiled slightly, and the former Quilava wondered just what was going through the other male's mind. He shifted his weight a bit, slightly intimidated and slightly in awe of the other Pokémon as the legendary thing continued.

"Your parents asked for my blessing on your egg, and I decided that it could serve two purposes. First, you would receive protection and power when the time was right -"

"You couldn't have decided the time was right when I was younger?"

He hissed as he said it, hardly believing that he was backtalking the Palkia, but the older Pokémon just slowly shook his head.

"You refer to the Ursaring attack?"

Leon slowly nodded. It had been a horrible part of his childhood, when that had happened. He didn't remember it since he was a baby, though hed heard the story from his parents as to why he was left to some humans Luco had needed to heal him himself, and it was barely enough to keep him going until he'd gotten to a Pokémon center. The three slices down the front of his face were testament to the deadly power of the Ursaring species.

Palkia slowly shook his head. It was rather...strange, in a way, seeing someone so powerful looking so regretful.

"I would have liked to save you from that. But there are many things that require my attention."

"You're the Guardian of Dimensions, though."

"That means that I have many responsibilities, Leon. When you were being attacked, I was in the middle of stabilizing a keystone dimension. If it had caved, it could have dragged three other adjacent dimensions along with it, shattering a full section of reality.

"I had to make a choice. I could come to save you, and leave them to fall, possibly to fall out of existence forever, or I could trust that your strong will and your loving family would make sure that you survived. It was a harder choice to make than you would think."

Lowering his head, Leon rubbed the back of his neck. The more that he talked with his 'guardian,' the more he realized that he'd never thought about how much they worked. The idea of a 'Guardian of Dimensions' had never actually penetrated his head beyond the idea of it being a cool title, but if Palkia was constantly busy working on saving people, no wonder he hadn't made himself a presence in his life before.

He slowly sat on the floor, not as means of showing respect, but because he didn't think he could keep standing if the surprises kept hitting him like this. Looking up at Palkia, he was surprised again, seeing just how tired and regretful the other Pokémon was. It was like looking into a picture of his own father, in a way. The Lucario was a lovely, lovely male, but he was constantly working, pushing himself to be a good dad, and Leon wondered how much of that was from worrying about him when he was out in the world, all on his own.

If that's what it's like just looking after one Pokémon, how does it feel to look after whole dimensions, even with power like this?

It was a thought that sent shivers down his spine. It was something that he doubted that anyone could ever do without slowly becoming exhausted, possibly worn down to nothing over time. He no longer begrudged the legendary and godly Pokémon their powers. Even that massive strength barely seemed enough to hold back all of this.

Palkia continued.

"I told you that would you receive power and protection when the time was right. I hoped to draw you to the pearl earlier, but you...heh, well, you were always stubborn."

"I didn't think that the stories were real, or that you'd done anything."

"No, you just didn't want to do what you were told."

"...True enough."

"But the time has come, and you have been gifted with this. Tell me, how do you feel in this body?"

He looked at himself, lifting and lowering his arms with a little difficulty due to the shoulder wheels. He stretched his wings out behind him, feeling like they would never flap to carry him, but that it was okay, because that wasn't how this body flew anyway. His legs felt powerful enough to clear boulders, even mountains, and his cocks...

Well, those were pretty awesome. He couldn't get around that, even if there were two of them now. Perhaps because there were two of them now, they felt even better than his original had.

"It's a change. A big change. And one that I'm not sure that I'd want to keep forever...but right now, it's pretty cool."

"I thought you'd see it that way."

Palkia lifted his hand, and suddenly, there was a pearl there. It hadn't shimmered into existence, it was just not there, then there.

"This is yours."

He barely caught the pearl after the older Pokémon had thrown it to him. It was light enough that he almost dropped it as it landed in his palms, and even then he had to struggle to juggle it a few times before he could catch it properly. He held it carefully, looking down at it, and then looking back at the godly Pokémon for an explanation.

"I know that this isn't your true form, and eventually, you will miss it. In truth, I hadn't expected you to grow into this so quickly upon touching the pearl in the shrine, but it does present an opportunity. Your pearl will allow you to change back, as well as change into this shape again when the situation calls for it."

"...Why? Why are you letting me have this?"

"Because of the childish reason that I gave you the blessing. I'm lonely."

"..."

"I told you that the biggest reason was the most childish."

"How...no, no, wait."

He held up a hand, trying to pull his thoughts together for a moment. He wanted to ask this right.

"How does turning me into a Palkia make it so that you're no longer lonely?"

"Several reasons, young one. First, you will have the same power that I do, to shift between dimensions, to move as you will. And that includes coming here. I do not require it, but I ask that you might pay me visits in the future.

"Second, you will have the power to work within your own dimension. I will teach you, if you wish, but you can learn quickly on your own, I know. I will give you responsibility there, to take care of it. Even one dimension off of my shoulders will give me the freedom that I need to help myself, to not collapse, to not grow too weak to do my job.

"And thirdly..."

The guardian paused, and Leon didn't push him. The ideas of what he could do with this power were already racing through his head, making him consider all sorts of things as possibilities. He could have the power to actually go anywhere in the world, with this. He could visit Sinnoh, or Kanto, or anywhere. He could go anywhere in the world in a blink of an eye, and have the power to handle whatever he found.

I could...I could do anything...

He forced himself back from that, some small part - probably something that his mother had taught him, now that he thought of it - telling him that it was not 'good' to want power just for power's sake. He needed to focus it on something else. Give himself a purpose.

But he could figure that out later. Palkia was about to speak again.

"Thirdly...You, as Palkia, gives me a unique opportunity. I would like to...adopt you, as a son."

"..."

His jaw dropped, hanging down as he stared at the older Pokémon. Palkia didn't shrug, didn't move, just waited for a response. He tried to think.

"You know...you know I already have parents."

"I would be a second father to you."

"How, if I needed to -"

"It is an extended family rule. Next?"

"What...you would be my other dad, then?"

"Something along those lines."

"But...why?"

"I have never had a family. I suppose...just knowing I have a connection to someone, I can feel some stability to my life. Some feeling that my world hasn't collapsed around him, that I have some chance of living a good life."

"...I..."

Leon thought about it, as fast as he could. There were no downsides, nothing that bothered him about it. He'd still have his freedom, still have everything that he already did, and so much more besides. There was not a price to this.

And...

Palkia did look lonely. The longer he was around the other Pokémon, the more he could see it, and the more he saw, the worse he felt. This powerful male had been guarding the worlds with as much dedication as anyone could ask, and all he had to come back to was this empty world, this place where all that he had were the small things that he summoned and banished at will, nothing that he actually had that would wait and greet him, that would be happy to see him and pull him close.

"I accept."

"Thank you, Leon. Come here."

Palkia stood, and so did he. The pair of them approached each other, and they embraced. For a moment, Leon felt slightly embarrassed as his dual cocks started sliding up along Palkia's belly, but the older legendary did nothing to stop him. All they did was hold each other.

In this closeness, he felt...different. Despite the fact that the Guardian of Dimensions was now his father, he could feel the throbbing in his dicks that had never truly gone away during his transformation. More than that, he could feel an idea popping into his head, something that he'd been somewhat considering during their chat, but hadn't thought of how to push it.

The more he thought about it, though, the better it sounded. Palkia was constantly busy, constantly having to weigh the fate of different worlds and dimensions against the others, making hard choices that weighed on him at all times. Leon felt...maybe...he could take that away from the older male for a little while.

He reached down slowly, clawed fingers grabbing at the legendary Pokémon's ass, and he grinned as it flexed slightly under his hands. He pulled at it, spreading it slightly, and it was only when his fingers started sliding further back that Palkia even started to respond.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm going to give you something that you need, dad."

"What -"

With strength that seemed impossible, he turned and threw the older Pokémon to the ground. Not hard, not like an attack, but firmly enough to keep him down as he rushed him from behind. He grabbed hold of the wings standing out on Palkia's back, pushing them down before starting to grind both of his cocks against his daddy's ass.

"What are you doing?!"

"I'm giving you what you need. Don't you think it'd be better to allow someone else to take charge for a while?"

"I didn't mean like this!"

"Come on, dad. Don't you think it'd be fun?"

"It's...not exactly right to do..."

"Heh, you're adopting me. It's not 'real' incest."

Believe me, it'd be even more fun if it were, the perverted Pokémon thought. He pulled his hips forward, grinding his twin cocks against those rounded ass cheeks. They were bigger than his, pushed out a bit more, probably because the other Pokémon was so much older than him. Even so, that pucker was well on display, and looked like it was just ready to get fucked now.

He grinned to himself, grinding one tip, then the other over the hole. Every time, he felt a shimmer and shudder through Palkia, and he knew that his father was fighting the urge to teleport away. Leon trusted him, though, knowing that the old man needed this, and started working his cocks back and forth again, slowly grinding his tips further and further against that hole, and then down against the balls, before up again.

It didn't take long before Palkia was groaning softly, the legendary Pokémon's body starting to throb and shudder under the sexual 'assault' of his twin dicks. He could smell the musk of the other male rising in the air, and knew that he'd found exactly what his father wanted. He smiled, stroking his fingers down the big Pokémon's sides, gently pulling him back, thrusting up and down between those ass cheeks.

"Do you want your son to fuck you, dad?"

"Mmmph."

"I'm not going to put them in unless you say it."

"You know...I shouldn't."

"Yes, but you want to. Come on."

He reached down, grasping the twin cocks below, giving them a few pumps.

"Say it for your new son."

"...I want you to fuck me."

"Now, now, that's not what I said."

The legendary Pokemon groaned under him, Palkia shuddering and clenching. He could feel it every time that his cocks slipped over that hole, almost penetrating the twitching, clasping hole. Leon was almost amused by it, and would have been if he wasn't quite so turned on. Instead, he kept thrusting, kept stroking, never quite letting his new dad get over the edge or push back against him.

It took about ten minutes before Palkia shuddered. He smiled, leaning in.

"Yes, dad?"

"Fuck me, son."

"Good, good."

He didn't waste any time. He was already slippery from all the pre that he was leaking, and he didn't want to leave his father empty for any longer. He pushed his twin cocks together, the heads rubbing off of each other as he nudged them against that puckering rim. It was begging for cock, he could tell, already 'kissing' his cockheads from need. Without hesitation, he pushed forward, feeling that hole opening up for him.

It was hot inside, so very eager for him, and he slowly started working his hips back and forth, gradually edging himself deeper and deeper inside. The inner walls clenched on him tight, and the feeling of his cocks rubbing against each other as well as against the insides of one of the most powerful Pokemon in existence was driving him crazy. His balls were pulling up already, and he had to bite his lips not to cum too fast.

He could feel Palkia having a similar reaction, the older male shuddering under him and gasping, those twin cocks throbbing and dripping to the ground below as Leon worked himself in deeper and deeper. In and out, in and out, a slow, steady thrusting that belied his own need, even as his adopted father started to push back, sheathing him faster and deeper.

With a groan, he grabbed hold of the older male's hips, keeping him from doing that too much. He needed to hold out, make this good. There was no way that he was going to do that if he had to keep dealing with that much pleasure. Growling to enforce his own dominance, he flexed his claws to get a better grip, and Palkia stilled himself.

When he was ready, he kept thrusting, massive cocks stretching out an equally massive ass. The cheeks clenched again and again, hard muscles squeezing down around his cocks, every movement reminding him of how much the legendary Pokemon needed his ass stuffed. He grinned to himself, starting to speed up. One firm thrust sheathed his cocks all the way to the base, and Palkia groaned, arching his back at the sudden filling.

"Mmmm, you like that?"

"Oh, yes...do it again."

Leon did just that. Again, and again, and again, each time a little faster than the last, slowly building up to a faster, harder rhythm that he could enjoy, and which he felt that the older Pokemon would, as well. He started hammering down on that ass, feeling his crotch clapping against it every time that he hilted himself, feeling that hole spasm with pleasure as he slammed in again and again. Every single time, he felt the bottom Guardian throbbing, gasping, clenching, his body begging for more.

So he gave it to him. Again, and again, and again. He started pulling the big guy back, using his body almost like a toy for his twin cocks. Those wings were flaring out in excitement now, rather than in need to escape, and he could hear the shots of pre landing on the ground in front of him, twin cocks firing off their excitement for his shafts.

Mmmm, he really loves it. No need to think, no need to worry, no need to think about what he has to do later. Just needs to lay back and take it like a good little bitch.

Leon chuckled at the thought. He doubted that anyone had ever considered a legendary Pokemon to be that before, but here he was. Not just fucking his new adopted father, but stuffing the ass of one of the most powerful things in the universe.

In and out, in and out. He was going so fast now, slamming his cocks in so hard that he almost slipped over twice. The third time, he let himself fall down on Palkia's back, using the other male to support himself as he kept on fucking, kept on thrusting. In and out, in and out, in and out. That hole clenched hard, almost trapping him, begging for his cocks, but he kept going. In and out, in and out, his balls slapping against the other male's, forcing his own power down on Palkia, establishing what they were. Father and son, but just as much, bottom and top respectively.

In and out, in and out, hot, wet heat grabbing his cock as the older male came, spurting his seed all over the floor. Leon grinned, feeling Palkia clenching down, hearing his new father roaring in pleasure, and then gave in to the inevitable. He moaned, cumming hard inside of that hole, feeling it swell and clench and milk him for everything that he had.

Slowly, he rolled to the side, and he felt that same shudder-shimmer as Palkia pulled a bed in beneath them, just making it appear out of nowhere. They laid there, Leon cuddling the big guy, his dick still deep inside of the Guardian of Dimensions, and they kept quiet for a while, almost like neither of them were sure where to go from here.

Finally, Palkia spoke up again.

"I didn't expect that from my son...but I think we will have to do that again."

"Heh, my pleasure, old man."

The End