A Shot in the Dark
A trainer is shown a surprising time by his pokemon.
I am strapped down. Which is an odd state for me to be in. Wide flat bands crisscross my body, holding me firmly to the surface of what appears to be some sort of padded work table. Glancing around I take in the collection of frankly concerningly sharp tools on a tray to my right and the distinctively sterile room. Brightly lit, brushed metal surfaces, a new looking computer - some sort of lab maybe? I tug at my bonds, they're tight. They're not budging. "What is this?" I wonder aloud, the words feel slow. My eyes return to the incongruity above me. Swinging on a chain, suspended inches from my nose, a perfectly cooked roast. It's still warm, I can feel the heat every time it swings by. It smells delicious. My stomach rumbles anticipating that first meaty bite. Can't reach it though, it's just far enough away. Every once in a while as it swings by it flings a droplet of fragrant juice onto me. So far never in the right spot to lick up, to get just a little taste. I am not sure how long I've watched it swing. Feels like forever. I blink. Light turns to dark. And suddenly the roast is gone. I'm still held down though, a living weight holding me to the bed. I'm under covers now, and a head hovers inches from my own.
I blink at the head, barely silhouetted in the wavering orange light. Still in the hazy state of dreaming where things just make sense, my reaction to the presence is delayed. So I don't immediately lash out. Good thing too, as in the shifting light, alongside the realization that I am now awake where I was once asleep, I make out the familiar outlines of a Charizard head. Another puff of Charizard breath washes over my face, carrying with it a faint hint of his dinner and his own unique spicy scent. Sleepily I mutter, "What's up big guy?" I shift under his bulk, which is straddling me. His pokeball-less existence has gotten slightly more complicated since his recent evolution. He takes up so much more space now. Usually he's content to leave me the bed though. A softly drawn out "zard" is his only reply, followed but the strangest rumble, which I have not heard from him before. His tail waves back and forth behind him, providing the only light in the room, which crawls along his body alternately revealing and hiding the lines of his presence. In the shifting light I realize that a portion of what is visible is distinctly redder than his normal colors or the decidedly grey sheets I'm lying under. My eyes are drawn to it and in the next swing of the light I see what has to be his member, sprouted from between his legs. It gives a single twitch before the light moves on, leaving it in shadow once more.
"Geeze," I gasp, feeling my own length spring to full hardness beneath the covers after just the brief glimpse. That thing was huge. Pressing his muzzle to me, Charizard does that weird rumble again. Thoughts buzz through my head in rapid fire succession, 'Is this okay?.....he is my pokemon.....I did wake up under him.....he clearly wants the attention......I _really_want to touch it.' Tugging an arm free of the confines of the sheets I endevour to push them aside. It takes a few moments and Charizard realizing that he's holding them down before I manage to get them at least partially out of the way. Pushing them off to the left I am left mostly bared to the hips, nothing covering my naked form. My erection stands tall, easily dwarfed by the monster hovering above it. I reach out with curious fingers, exploring the foreign form of his arousal. Rumbling again, Charizard lowers himself, pressing our groins together. His member is hot against my own, its total length reaching well up my belly, girth well overshadowing my own size. He starts to slowly rock against me, grinding his member between us. I continue to explore the length of him with my fingers. The texture of his arousal sending waves of pleasure through my own. His erection is slick from being in the confines of his body, regular pulses of pre escape his tip to be added to the mix. I spread them down the length, the flow abundant enough for my own member to be coated as well.
He radiates heat. Already warm to begin with he is even more so tonight. I start to breath heavily, the experience intense in its pleasure. He begins licking my neck and shoulder, the occasional quiet "char...zard" escaping him. We continue this way for an indeterminately long time, my belly is slick with pre. I lose it first, body tensed up as the slow build to orgasm makes the event infinitely more intense. Teeth gritted I grunt and squirm, my length pulsing. Trapped under his, my load coats the underside of his member and flows out to either side, running down my belly to the bed. I gasp, hands spasming on the head of his arousal. He keeps grinding, seemingly oblivious to my release. The relentless grinding draws the lingering echos of my orgasm out. I make some noises I didn't know I was capable of. Eventually my member calms, taking on a tingly numbness, kept mostly hard by the continuing rubbing. Above me his grinding has taken on a thrust like quality. Single slow thrusts followed by a pause, and then again. Punctuated by a soft "zard........zard.........zard". Recovering from my own orgasm I squeeze my hands on his length, wanting to feel his own release take him. Not long later he stills above me, body held in an instant of endless tension, voice silent. Unconsciously I hold my own breath for those few seconds before his member throbs between us and with noisy puffs of air escaping his nostrils his own release takes him. The jets of seed blast from his tip, shooting lines of liquid heat up to splatter my chin and cheek. Rope after rope paints my chest and neck, the volume staggering. By the time the flow slows to a stop cum runs down my chest and neck, the area around my body wet, soaking up his load. His member slowly retreats back into his body. Charizard settles himself further onto me, breathing deeply, sandwiching our collective loads between us. I pull my hands free and rub his side, taking a moment to bask in the warmth and reality of what just happened. After a time, I give him a pat to get his attention, "Alright big guy, this is nice but we can't sleep like this. Get off before we stick together." For my trouble I get a huff of expelled air. Eventually with a flap of his wings he does lift himself off of me. Rising, turning to let much of the puddled cum join the mess already on the bed, I glance around at the ruined sheets in the dim light of Charizard's tail. "Well, guess I'm done sleeping...." I glance at Charizard who gives me a little puff of flame. I snort in amusement, "Come on, time to get cleaned up."