FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Ethan rose with a stretch and a yawn, groaning at the full and weighty sensation of his egg-laden belly. Though nearly a week had passed since his union with Darkrai, he still wasn't quite used to the feeling of... all this. Heaving a heavy breath, he rested one hand atop his tightly-stretched stomach, rubbing it tenderly and feeling the smooth skin underneath.

Darkrai... Ethan still couldn't believe that he had encountered such a being, let alone had sex with it. He was a complete nobody, a faceless, unimportant sailor from the port of Canalave. Between journeys, he holed up in his cottage doing little of note; heck, he wasn't even a trainer! Yet despite all that, upon setting foot on Newmoon Island he had somehow attracted the attention of the shadow-clad god of dreams.

Their lovemaking, which Ethan had first taken as a dream, had been wild indeed, and had left him carrying the gift now sitting snugly in his belly... the offspring of a god. A pokemon's egg.

He half-rose from his position in bed, spending a few minutes just stroking his belly, breaths still shallow. He could just imagine how he looked: hair artfully mussed from a night on the pillow, tank top he'd switched to as sleepwear with one loop hanging off his shoulder.

Part of him wondered if Darkrai liked him this way.

He didn't think the god was nearby. There was a... sort of presence Ethan had come to associate with it. That presence was gone now, but he didn't feel lost or abandoned. Darkrai always came back; doubtless it had other duties to attend to.

As did Ethan himself.

Rising with a groan from his bed, cradling his gravidity with one hand as he went about his house, Ethan sighed. Out of milk, out of eggs, out of bread, out of just about everything except hot sauce and potato chips. He knuckled his chin thoughtfully. Could he sustain himself on hot sauce and chips?

As if in answer, the egg settled lower inside of him, making his knees buckle and forcing a moan out of him. Yeah... he was eating for two now, so probably not.

There was nothing for it but to go outside. Show off his gravidity to the world.

No time like the present, he thought wryly.

He threw on a long coat over a thick sweater. Thankfully the coasts of Sinnoh were always chilly, so it wouldn't stand out. With that many layers, maybe people would just think he'd gotten a bit of a gut or something.

Wrapping a scarf around his neck, Ethan headed out to face the world.

His disguise worked, but only partially. He got a few turned heads, a few cocked necks. He tried to walk ahead without distraction, but it was hard--he was still unused to his gravidity and did feel more like he was waddling than walking. Still, he managed to make it to the supermarket, ring up his groceries, and make it through the checkout line.

The woman at the line was an acquaintance of his; she knew him from his frequent trips. As he set his basked down to ring him up, she greeted him--and then her eyes traveled southward and nearly grew the size of dinner plates.

"Ethan, you--um--uh." She stood quiet for a long moment, looking at his stomach (which when he was up close and not in motion definitely had the telltale slightly oblong shape of pregnancy, clothes or not; his pushed-out navel, juuuuuust visible as a lump on the front of his belly, didn't help matters) in disbelief. When he coughed politely, she jumped and glanced at him. "You're doing... uh... well?"

"As can be," he said. Silence stretched as she clearly wanted him to say more, but he wasn't budging. What was he to say--hey, I ended up stumbling across a legendary pokemon which fucked an egg into me in one of my dreams? Eventually the cashier just scanned his groceries in with a quiet, wide-eyed look he felt boring into his back as he left.

He waited until he was out of sight of the door with few people about before he caressed his stomach again, sighing. He was handling the weight better than he'd expected, but it was still something he was going to have quite the time getting used to... well, nothing to it but to do it. He was a sailor, after all; he was a hardy laborer. He'd handled tough jobs and he could handle this too. His wind returned, Ethan waddled home.

The moment he stepped through the door, he could feel the change in the air. Darkrai was here.

Welcome back. The voice was rich and dark, like smooth chocolate--lush and inviting. Simply hearing it--or, well, 'hearing' it, since the pokemon communicated telepathically--made Ethan shudder.

The interior of his modest abode darkened noticeably, the effect almost like that of dimmed lights in old-fashioned movies. Once, perhaps, Ethan might have been intimidated by the darkness; now, though, it was comforting and familiar, a marker of his partner.

As the lights quieted, Darkrai melted out of the shadows; the legend's body was still lean and umbral, the nebulous blackness accentuating its red collar, smoke-white hair, and piercing azure eye. It surveyed him with blatant appreciation and then suddenly wisped away, reforming behind him. Ethan's voice caught as the deity reached around him, tracing his big belly with its gentle hands, shadow misting off of them.

You finally left your home, ** Darkrai noted. The voice was a croon. **I admit I was wondering... were you ashamed of my gift to you?

"I--ah-ahhhh..." Ethan trailed off, hissing, as the god of dreams stroked his belly with exquisite tenderness, lavishing attention on both him and the egg within. He wanted to just melt into its embrace, but he mustered enough strength of will to set his groceries down first, taking a few steps away before leaning back. Darkrai caught him, holding him close. The feeling of Darkrai against him was unreal--there was not the comforting warmth of another person, but nor was it cool or chilly. It was like... like being embraced by dream itself, an undulating, unfamiliar, yet still soothing and safe feeling. He was content to be held for a few minutes.

"It wasn't that at all," Ethan finally murmured, his whole body flush with attention from his divine lover. "I wasn't ashamed, I just... worried that other people wouldn't be open-minded about my... situation."

You think they would raise a hand against you? Darkrai's words were tinged with an echo of dark laughter. You needn't be afraid. So long as you and I are one, you are under my protection.

"But I don't think the average person knows that..."

And? Whether they know of my protection or not has no bearing on whether it shields you. Come...

Darkrai melted away into nothingness, and tendrils of shadow wound their way around Ethan's legs and arms, leading him to bed. He sunk down onto it with a shallow sigh, the dark tendrils caressing him; they circled around biceps, stroked his collarbone, curled against the small of his back. They paid extra attention to his stomach and the egg within, cupping and stroking it.

A few moments later, Darkrai emerged in the air above Ethan, lone eye gleaming. Around Ethan, the midday light was smothered even more, to the point that it was scarcely more visible than the moment after dusk. The darkness soothed Ethan; he had come to associate it with his partner's affection, protection, adulation.

As the tendrils continued their attentions, Darkrai dipped low, its face mere inches from Ethan. He could feel anticipation reddening his cheeks; he wondered if the pokemon enjoyed the feeling of his shallow breath touching its face.

Look at you, so flustered, so eager, Darkrai purred. One particularly intimate stroke of its tendrils made Ethan squirm, keening. How did I ever go so long without humanity--their passions, their vices, their ceaseless wants? As the lord of dreams, I exist only to sate your deepest desires...

"I..." Ethan said, voice stammering. "I w-want..."

He was cut off as Darkrai reached down to cup his chin, lowering its mouth to his. Ethan melted as the king of dreams luxuriously kissed him. Darkrai's tongue--or what passed for it--pressed into his mouth. It was cool and smooth, stroking the roof of his mouth, making him squirm and keen as it poked the base of his throat.

I know you do, Darkrai thought at him, and then its tongue probed deeper, so low and intimate that Ethan nearly couldn't handle it.

But then, at the same time, one of the many tendrils still caressing him wound its way to his ass--and then it lovingly pushed right in.

The sailor's eyes fluttered, his whole body a-tremble with sensation and anticipation. He was Darkrai's, there was no question; the way his body lit up with ecstasy at the pokemon's touch; the way that he ached with need that was slaked by the taste of Darkrai's tongue in his mouth, so cool and exotic; the way he craved the slow, sensual plunge of the shadowed tendril in his ass, stoking parts he never knew he had, making him shiver with appreciation and satisfaction and sheer sexual bliss. Ethan loved this.

This is what you live for, isn't it? ** Darkrai said, continuing to stroke him, to make his voice high with need and pleasure. One wispy hand continued cupping his chin; the other traveled down to trail fingers down his flat, muscular chest. **I saw it the moment you set foot on my island... I could feel it bubbling in your subconscious, that part of you that gives rise to dreams.

The dark god's hand was on his stomach now and Ethan's breath caught as Darkrai oh-so-tenderly stroked his tummy; the weight of the egg within almost seemed to warm at its touch, seemingly responding to its creator. I live to serve, ** Darkrai said, laughter bubbling out of it like water from a brook. **Though I have been feared across the ages, in the end, I live for naught but to bring life to your dreams...

Darkrai's hand stroked lower, underneath Ethan's stomach, where the man's cock was straining erect against his stomach, almost aching from the weight. Ethan hadn't even seen his cock since the night Darkrai had fucked an egg into him, but that didn't make it less tender. Darkrai grabbed his member as the same time the tendril in Ethan's ass curled deeper inside and he almost fainted from the twin sensation.

Close, are we?

"Mmmmrrphs," Ethan mumbled, his mouth still occupied with Darkrai's kiss. Yes, he thought desperately. I want it...

Well, then I suppose I must oblige. The stroke in his ass grew firmer, Darkrai's clasp on Ethan's cock tightened, and the pokemon pumped back and forth, over and over in time with the fucking he was giving Ethan's hole--and after a few more minutes of this, the sailor came, voice muffled and straining as his cock tightened and jetted hot, sticky cum all across his lower belly.

The tendril slithered free, Darkrai withdrew its mouth, and Ethan settled gently back, sleepy; he curled on his side, body arched protectively around the egg, as he felt Darkrai settle in to spoon against him.

Oh, I do love humanity, ** the voice in his mind purred. **And you, especially, are a delight.

---

"Hnngh! NNGH! G-gggaahhhh--"

Ethan's voice was high and sharp and wordless, constantly catching on itself. It had been a little over a month since Darkrai's first visitation to him, and now it was finally time.

The egg was coming.

He was straining, straining like he never had before, sweat beading off his brow and his whole body wracked with exertion. "I can't--I can't h-handle this--"

Be still,** Darkrai told him, watching the laying unfold. ** I have seen it across the ages in my various partners... the first egg was always the hardest.

He squeezed as best he could, had been doing that for an hour, yet it barely felt like the damn thing had budged more than two inches! Ethan found himself sobbing into his mattress. "I'm not--not m-made for this..." he said, voice broken.

There was a moment's pause and then Darkrai drifted lower. Touching his head, the pokemon whispered to him: Lose yourself in a tender dream...

The pokemon's power flooded into Ethan, and immediately the labor of the laying was behind him, a distant thing as he rolled over himself in a psychedelic dream. Time seemed to slip by unnoticed...

When he came to, his whole body was weary, and his hole ached like he'd had the fuck of a lifetime.

But there, squat and gleaming and healthy, was the egg--squeezed free.

His egg. His child. With Darkrai.

Reaching a trembling hand to it, Ethan laid a restful touch on the shell and smiled wanly. A sinuous presence told him Darkrai had manifested behind him, and immediately after he felt the hands settle gently on his shoulder.

Now, was that so bad?

"Ask me... tomorrow..." Ethan groaned, his body still wracked with exertion.

I shall, Darkrai replied in amusement. Rest well, and you should be recovered in time for your next voyage. And when you return... shall we add another addition to our little family?

"A-another?" Ethan squeaked. He didn't know if he could handle that!

Do you not wish for another? Did you not love serving as my vessel? Darkrai leaned close, and the next question held the air of one in which the questioner already knew the answer: You feel empty without my young in you, do you not?

It was true... he'd spent scarcely more than a month knocked up with the god's offspring, but now that the egg was out of him, Ethan felt... incomplete. "I do want it," he murmured back, and he felt a satisfied buzz from the pokemon behind him.

As you wish, Darkrai said. I can make your dreams come true...

As Ethan leaned back, weary and sleepy, Darkrai took the egg and pressed it to his arms. He clutched it tight, reflecting as he fell asleep that he had no idea how many baby pokemon Darkrai was going to fuck him full of--but that he wanted it so desperately.

He would make as much of a family as he could with the dark god's help. And with that resolution and the burning ache of a job well done, he closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.