First Flight - Chapter #3.5 (Special)
This is the uncensored version ending/extended scene to the final chapter of 'First Flight'. I left this out of the original version because I wanted to have at least one story that was clean/fluffy, for a change. Old habits die hard.
A/N: Thank you Mr. Iwata for shaping our childhoods and giving us so many wonderful games and joyful memories.
"When I first started making Kirby, there was a kindergarten right next door. I'll never forget how moved I was the first time I saw doodles there of Kirby. That may have been the first time I realized that the world would recognize what we had made. Because of that feeling, Kirby is special to me." Satoru Iwata, President/CEO of Nintendo (1959-2015) First Flight: Chapter #3.5 (Special Extended Scene) ~ Disclaimers: I do NOT own Pokemon, its characters, its locations or anything associated with it. It all belongs to Nintendo. Wow. Did I really just?... Well, that was definitely something he'd never done before. Truthfully, Brendan was a little awed at himself for being so outlandish. Salamence's flat snout settled into the crook of his neck, tickling him so much that he squirmed. Brendan trawled his hands over the leathery shell of the dragon's aquamarine hide before they reached to scratch the thick skin of the vulnerable crimson flesh along Salamence's gullet. Salamence reacted by purring like a running tractor. Brendan couldn't help snickering at how this intimidating beast could look as docile and content as a Delcatty. When Salamence nuzzled his head, he felt his cap begin to slip. Panicking, he grabbed it with both hands to steady it. "N - No. Not my hat - Don't." He couldn't even look Salamence in the eye as he stammered and instead fiddled nervously with the headwear. Although he left the matter unspoken, it was obvious that Brendan was still irrevocably self-conscious of his gruesome scars. Salamence leaned closer in and attempted to nudge Brendan's hands aside. "Get off..." Brendan mumbled, skirting the pushy Pokémon. Salamence darted playfully past his fingers, and nearly succeeded in flipping the cap off. "I said GET OFF!" Brendan snapped upright and he shoved the bulky Pokémon away from him, as hard as possible. Salamence ceased his rejected advances immediately. They stood less than a metre apart in the water, staring at each other. Brendan's chest was heaving and anger was written on his face. Salamence stood like stone. "You think it's funny?" Brendan shouted. "Yeah, it's hilarious when I have to keep this on indoors because otherwise people won't stop staring at me like I'm some sort of deformed freak. It's hilarious when I can hear them whispering and pointing behind my back while trying to avoid me like I'm contagious. It's hilarious when even my best friend couldn't stop herself from flinching in revulsion, when I accidentally let her see, once!" The moon swayed and flickered in Brendan's narrowed eyes as they dammed up with tears. Salamence appeared to have no response. But then it lifted its right wing so that Brendan could see the underside. The skin there was ripped and littered with innumerable bruises, slashes and scratches from the fight before. Some had stopped bleeding, others still looked painfully raw. But one thing was for certain - once the wounds had eventually healed the scarring would be severe and probably permanent; scars that would be borne because Salamence had protected him. At a loss for words, Brendan gaped like an idiot. He closed his mouth again, his face a little red. "I'm sorry I overreacted. It's not that I don't trust you. I've always been oversensitive about my scars because people always assumed the worst about me for it and I guess I thought that you would too." Salamence gave a dismissive snort. This time, when the dragon tried for his hat, the trainer did not object. Brendan's stomach leapt with deep-seated anxiety, nonetheless, as Salamence peeled it off with its teeth and dropped it into the water with a plop. Brendan's scars shone stark white in the starlight like ghostly fingers under his sopping flat hair. Spreading its maw wide, Salamence practically swallowed Brendan into another one-sided kiss that wasn't so much a kiss as it was Salamence devouring his face while the trainer scrabbled for air. That humid abyss which Brendan found himself sucked into reminded him of Meteor Falls with its glistening walls, loose curtains of pink webby flaps along the gums and tarnished teeth like a lurking trap of stalagmites. Brendan was happy to let Salamence take the lead if only because he himself wouldn't know where or what to begin with since he was dealing with such an enormous Pokémon whose very form was so fundamentally different to his. He felt his body firing up in excitement from engaging in such a personal exchange with the one living soul with whom he had forged a connection he didn't have with anyone else. Brendan reflected on how comfortable and close he had unwittingly become with Salamence. Whenever he was with the dragon, it felt like stepping into sunlight. Compared to that, what they were doing together right now was simply beyond his capacity to quantify. They had grown a bond so familial that it surpassed even what he had with his own Pokémon. Salamence's skull broke away from Brendan and inclined toward the boy's midriff. Its tongue fanned across the rise of Brendan's pants where the young trainer's erectness was silhouetted through the thin and flimsy layer of bedraggled black Lycra plastered to his skin. The tongue swept Brendan from one end of his hip to the other like an enormous brushstroke of drenching humidity that nearly caused his knees to buckle. Flailing arms grasped at the spiny fins ranged on either side of his companion's head. After being in the frigid spring for so long that he had nearly lost all feeling, the relieving rush of heat that Salamence's tongue brought made Brendan gasp in shock. Before he could gather himself, his thighs were awash in warmth, thawing away his numbness. Trembling, Brendan clutched the canards tightly and swallowed down the frantic tingles coursing through him as Salamence lapped at his crotch over and over again; each time inching him closer and closer to some intangible horizon. Even through his clothes, Brendan could feel the dampness of that large muggy tongue bleeding right through to his cold skin as it swilled back and forth between his inseams. The eleventh time that it happened, Brendan's knees really did buckle and he collapsed on top of Salamence's head. Diluted drops of white fluid could be briefly seen dribbling down the front of his pants like watery milk before they were swiftly absorbed into the porous wet fabric. As Brendan tried to piece himself back together in the dusk of his short-lived elation, Salamence threw out a growl and moved even closer to the trainer until its plated underbelly crushed into him. Brendan felt what might have been a Gorebyss snaking intrusively between his legs and spared a glance down. Bulling out from below the plating along its submerged belly was Salamence's uncased and fully protracted attraction. Although the sparkling water distorted and blurred its finer details, Brendan vaguely made out the wobbly outline of the bullet shape and its chalky pink hue like marshmallow. It felt like the whole thing might have passed beneath the arch that Brendan's legs formed but instead it reversed direction. Brendan wondered if Salamence had changed his mind only to feel that warm and incredibly thick girth cruising through his thighs as it gained forwards once more. The Dragon Pokémon backed up and throttled low in its throat behind Brendan before its cock cleaved through the blue like a torpedo to sandwich itself between Brendan's knees. Brendan was grateful that Salamence had gone for an easy target. If the dragon had tried to put itself inside him there would have been a real danger of his pelvic bone becoming dislocated from its superhuman proportions. Salamence was rapidly succumbing to its instinctual appetites as a wild Pokémon. The dragon's untamed and frenetic thrusting rocked and tossed the water, splashing it everywhere. Brendan spun around to hold onto the rim of the spring for support. As he straddled the ever-surging cock, the water sloshed and lapped at the stony edges, spilling out and flooding across the ground beyond to turn the dirt under his very palms into soggy mud. And then he felt an almighty torrent of pressurized heat beneath the surface and the water around his knees which had been clean and crystal clear quickly turned murky from an exploding avalanche of white mist. The only sounds left in the serene and peaceful pocket of mountain valley were Salamence's tired huffing and the crashing waterfall. Wading around to face the dragon, Brendan's feet trod pebbles and rough bedrock as the smoky cloud around him gradually dissipated and the pool returned to its natural bluish tint. "I can't believe I'm about to say this but that was better than flying." The two rinsed themselves clean under the waterfall. After they were done they prepared to return to Brendan's waiting party. "The others are probably wondering what's taking us so long," Brendan mentioned, as he clambered atop his companion. Salamence threw its wings out and they took to the skies once more. The colours of a newly minted morning were slowly spreading across the distant horizon and draining the last dregs of night away.