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Matt squirmed where he hung in the huge Pokémon's grasp, breath coming and going in little huffs after a failed retreat following his utter defeat. Blue, his small Buizel, lay on his back on the floor of the cave below, completely drained of energy and awareness. Held up by the collar of his shirt, the Trainer spun slowly in place - and reflexively raised his arms as he turned to face the Lugia once more. Needless to say, he had never once thought he would come this close to one.

The huge, dragon-like beast looked him head to toe, the brief battle having had no apparent effect on it. A low yet warm rumble issued out from that chiseled snout, hot breath trickling out and across the suspended trainer.

"Now, what shall I do with you? I've had my meal for the day, but I think..." Its broad tongue flicked out and over the white flesh of its chops. Amusement sparkled in the Lugia's angular eyes; Matt grimaced and tried to squeeze in on himself where he hung, still spinning in the air. "I've got something else in mind."

This time as Matt spun in place he looked down over the Pokémon's broad, rounded front, and saw there among the cool steel-blue field of his belly, the beast's genital slit as it parted and spread around a steadily growing arousal. Confusion and fear began to blossom into shock and disbelief as the Lugia lowered him down further. The closer he came, the stronger the scent of its musk and arousal became, tinted with the salty spice of the seas, and a deeper, warmer touch that must have been native to the Pokémon itself.

"Wait, wait-" the human protested, trying to push himself away. His hands and spread fingers brushed and braced against the underside of that growing length, smooth and sleek and slick, tapered at the end, contoured, and quite large. "What are you - look, I'm sorry, I could just-"

The Lugia flicked its wrist and swiftly swung the Trainer around, then caught him in its grasp again. Matt's hat tumbled down off his head, as did many of the things in his pockets clatter down to the floor of the cave far below. His arms hung down over his head, and for a moment he just hung there trying to regain his sense of balance and space - but a moment too late realized what it was the Lugia was doing. Closer and closer he came to the end of that stiffening shaft, twitching and throbbing with the approach and anticipation; he reached out and tried to press and push at it, trying to pull himself away - but the Lugia held him too tight, and angled him in too close.

The scent and slickness washed up over him, and then that slimy wetness did as well. It pressed up and wrapped around his head, the sheer difference in size between the two of them allowing him to start to sink in to the Pokémon's length without too much issue. All around him he felt the Lugia shift and shiver with the sensation as it pressed the small Trainer deeper down into its shaft, flesh of its urethra bulging and squeezing around him, sucking at his shoulders, his chest, his belly. Smooth, silken-soft interior flesh wrapped and pulled around him, constantly wet from interior lubrication and dripping ooze; he could hardly wriggle or squirm no matter how much he tried, the weight and wrap of the Lugia's cock keeping a firm grip on him as he sank deeper, the pressure of its fingers at his feet pushing him in further.

Deeper inside, the wet, humid heat of the interior of the Pokémon's body swirled around him as well, and Matt found himself jostled and twisted as the buried muscles began to reflexively squeeze and tighten around him as well. He thought he heard a deep rumble of satisfaction accompanied by another shift around him, but buried so deep inside ducts and flesh, it was so hard to tell. By now the Lugia could no longer push him down, as his feet had long since passed through the tip of the Pokémon's cock, but Matt still felt himself pulled steadily back - until, finally, he came up against a wall of sorts, a tight squeezing valve of interior meat and muscle that squeezed and squished and caught at him, then parted, pulled at him, sucked him in...

And then the scent wafted up and assaulted his senses, trapped here inside what could only be the Pokémon's bladder. Hot, swirling fluid lapped and spread around his ankles, the Trainer half-hunched over against the naturally contracted flesh only stretching and parting to accommodate his presence. The rumbling continued, as did the more visceral, meaty sounds of the Lugia's insides - the squelching and sucking, the splashing and stirring, the groaning and grinding. It was hard to breathe in here, every breath tainted heavily with the sting of fresh urine still brewing, and the distinct fishlike odor of the Pokémon's flesh.

Suddenly, then - another stir, a jerk, and Matt lost his footing and tumbled down into the pool, the hot liquid splashing up around his waist and quickly soaking through his clothing. He let out a sharp yell of surprise, then stumbled again as the pool began to swirl and pull him back towards that interior valve - and then noticed it bristle, bloom, and open more fully, with the familiar form of Blue popping in a moment later. Still exhausted, the Buizel floated up to the surface and spun slowly, fur of his muzzle and body matted down with natural sticky slickness. He opened his eyes, looked up at his Trainer in the darkness of the Lugia's innards, and let out a small noise.

Then, though, a familiar pressure and tingle arose in Matt's head. He reached up and rubbed at his forehead, then immediately regretted it as fresh drips of that piss from his fingers poured down - and then a moment later the Lugia's voice came through again, this time from a deeper mental link that most legendary Pokémon could control.

"You want to enjoy this. I know it."

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He sighed and lowered his head. Blue bumped against his leg, then turned, grabbed on, and pressed into his Trainer - and Matt felt the telltale firm warmth of his Buizel's desire, as well. The smell, the position, the squeezing of all of this wet meat around him...

Naturally the Lugia could hear his inner turmoil and begrudging thoughts. But he still wasn't going to admit it.