{"sf1_id":886241,"sf2_id":null,"title":"First Flight - Chapter #3.5 (Special)","author":"FBtH","words":1554,"posted_at":"2015-07-14T06:16:00.000Z","tags":["Adult","Bestiality","Brendan","Character Development","Dragon","Human","Intercrural","Kissing","M/M","Male","Oral","Pokephilia","Salamence","Trainer","pokemon"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/886241-first-flight-chapter-3-5-special","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/886241","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=886241\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"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.","content":"A/N: Thank you Mr.\nIwata for shaping our childhoods and giving us so many wonderful games and joyful memories.\n\n\"When I first started making Kirby, there was a kindergarten\nright next door. I'll never forget how moved I was the first time I saw doodles\nthere of Kirby. That may have been the first time I realized that the world\nwould recognize what we had made. Because of that feeling, Kirby is special to\nme.\" Satoru Iwata, President/CEO of\nNintendo (1959-2015)\nFirst Flight:\nChapter #3.5 (Special Extended Scene)\n~ Disclaimers: I do NOT own\nPokemon, its characters, its locations or anything associated with it. It all\nbelongs to Nintendo.\nWow. Did I really\njust?... \nWell, that was definitely something he'd never done before.\nTruthfully, Brendan was a little awed at himself for being so outlandish.\nSalamence's flat snout settled into the crook of his neck,\ntickling him so much that he squirmed.\nBrendan trawled his hands over the leathery shell of the\ndragon's aquamarine hide before they reached to scratch the thick skin of the\nvulnerable crimson flesh along Salamence's gullet.\nSalamence reacted by purring like a running tractor.  \nBrendan couldn't help snickering at how this intimidating beast\ncould look as docile and content as a Delcatty.\nWhen Salamence nuzzled his head, he felt his cap begin to\nslip. Panicking, he grabbed it with both hands to steady it. \n\"N - No. Not my hat - Don't.\" He couldn't even look\nSalamence in the eye as he stammered and instead fiddled nervously with the\nheadwear. \nAlthough he left the matter unspoken, it was obvious that Brendan\nwas still irrevocably self-conscious of his gruesome scars.  \nSalamence leaned closer in and attempted to nudge Brendan's\nhands aside.\n\"Get off...\" Brendan mumbled, skirting the pushy Pokémon. \nSalamence darted playfully past his fingers, and nearly succeeded\nin flipping the cap off.  \n\"I said GET OFF!\"    \nBrendan snapped upright and he shoved the bulky Pokémon away\nfrom him, as hard as possible. \nSalamence ceased his rejected advances immediately.\nThey stood less than a metre apart in the water, staring at\neach other. Brendan's chest was heaving and anger was written on his face.\nSalamence stood like stone. \n\"You think it's funny?\" Brendan shouted. \"Yeah, it's\nhilarious when I have to keep this on indoors because otherwise people won't\nstop staring at me like I'm some sort of deformed freak. It's hilarious when I\ncan hear them whispering and pointing behind my back while trying to avoid me like\nI'm contagious. It's hilarious when even my best friend couldn't stop herself\nfrom flinching in revulsion, when I accidentally let her see, once!\"\nThe moon swayed and flickered in Brendan's narrowed eyes as\nthey dammed up with tears.    \nSalamence appeared to have no response. But then it lifted\nits right wing so that Brendan could see the underside. \nThe skin there was ripped and littered with innumerable bruises,\nslashes and scratches from the fight before. Some had stopped bleeding, others\nstill looked painfully raw. But one thing was for certain - once the wounds had\neventually healed the scarring would be severe and probably permanent; scars that\nwould be borne because Salamence had protected him.  \nAt a loss for words, Brendan gaped like an idiot.  \nHe closed his mouth again, his face a little red. \n\"I'm sorry I overreacted. It's not that I don't trust you.\nI've always been oversensitive about my scars because people always assumed the\nworst about me for it and I guess I thought that you would too.\"  \nSalamence gave a dismissive snort. \nThis time, when the dragon tried for his hat, the trainer did\nnot object. \nBrendan's stomach leapt with deep-seated anxiety,\nnonetheless, as Salamence peeled it off with its teeth and dropped it into the water\nwith a plop. \nBrendan's scars shone stark white in the starlight like\nghostly fingers under his sopping flat hair.\nSpreading its maw wide, Salamence practically swallowed\nBrendan into another one-sided kiss that wasn't so much a kiss as it was\nSalamence devouring his face while the trainer scrabbled for air. \nThat humid abyss which Brendan found himself sucked into reminded\nhim of Meteor Falls with its glistening walls, loose curtains of pink webby flaps\nalong the gums and tarnished teeth like a lurking trap of stalagmites.  \nBrendan was happy to let Salamence take the lead if only\nbecause he himself wouldn't know where or what to begin with since he was\ndealing with such an enormous Pokémon whose very form was so fundamentally\ndifferent to his. \nHe felt his body firing up in excitement from engaging in\nsuch a personal exchange with the one living soul with whom he had forged a\nconnection he didn't have with anyone else. Brendan reflected on how\ncomfortable and close he had unwittingly become with Salamence. \nWhenever he was with the dragon, it felt like stepping into\nsunlight. Compared to that, what they were doing together right now was simply\nbeyond his capacity to quantify. They had grown a bond so familial that it\nsurpassed even what he had with his own Pokémon.  \nSalamence's skull broke away from Brendan and inclined\ntoward the boy's midriff.  \nIts tongue fanned across the rise of Brendan's pants where\nthe young trainer's erectness was silhouetted through the thin and flimsy layer\nof bedraggled black Lycra plastered to his skin.\nThe tongue swept Brendan from one end of his hip to the\nother like an enormous brushstroke of drenching humidity that nearly caused his\nknees to buckle. Flailing arms grasped at the spiny fins ranged on either side\nof his companion's head.   \nAfter being in the frigid spring for so long that he had\nnearly lost all feeling, the relieving rush of heat that Salamence's tongue\nbrought made Brendan gasp in shock.\nBefore he could gather himself, his thighs were awash in warmth,\nthawing away his numbness.\nTrembling, Brendan clutched the canards tightly and swallowed\ndown the frantic tingles coursing through him as Salamence lapped at his crotch\nover and over again; each time inching him closer and closer to some intangible\nhorizon.\nEven through his clothes, Brendan could feel the dampness of\nthat large muggy tongue bleeding right through to his cold skin as it swilled\nback and forth between his inseams.\nThe eleventh time that it happened, Brendan's knees really\ndid buckle and he collapsed on top of Salamence's head. \nDiluted drops of white fluid could be briefly seen dribbling\ndown the front of his pants like watery milk before they were swiftly absorbed\ninto the porous wet fabric.\nAs Brendan tried to piece himself back together in the dusk\nof his short-lived elation, Salamence threw out a growl and moved even closer\nto the trainer until its plated underbelly crushed into him. \nBrendan felt what might have been a Gorebyss snaking\nintrusively between his legs and spared a glance down. \nBulling out from below the plating along its submerged belly\nwas Salamence's uncased and fully protracted attraction. Although the sparkling\nwater distorted and blurred its finer details, Brendan vaguely made out the wobbly\noutline of the bullet shape and its chalky pink hue like marshmallow.\nIt felt like the whole thing might have passed beneath the\narch that Brendan's legs formed but instead it reversed direction. Brendan\nwondered if Salamence had changed his mind only to feel that warm and\nincredibly thick girth cruising through his thighs as it gained forwards once\nmore.\nThe Dragon Pokémon backed up and throttled low in its throat\nbehind Brendan before its cock cleaved through the blue like a torpedo to\nsandwich itself between Brendan's knees.\nBrendan was grateful that Salamence had gone for an easy\ntarget. If the dragon had tried to put itself inside him there would have been\na real danger of his pelvic bone becoming dislocated from its superhuman proportions.\nSalamence was rapidly succumbing to its instinctual\nappetites as a wild Pokémon. The dragon's untamed and frenetic thrusting rocked\nand tossed the water, splashing it everywhere. \n \nBrendan spun around to hold onto the rim of the spring for\nsupport. \nAs he straddled the ever-surging cock, the water sloshed and\nlapped at the stony edges, spilling out and flooding across the ground beyond to\nturn the dirt under his very palms into soggy mud.\nAnd then he felt an almighty torrent of pressurized heat beneath\nthe surface and the water around his knees which had been clean and crystal\nclear quickly turned murky from an exploding avalanche of white mist.\nThe only sounds left in the serene and peaceful pocket of\nmountain valley were Salamence's tired huffing and the crashing waterfall.\nWading around to face the dragon, Brendan's feet trod pebbles\nand rough bedrock as the smoky cloud around him gradually dissipated and the\npool returned to its natural bluish tint.\n\"I can't believe I'm about to say this but that was better\nthan flying.\"  \nThe two rinsed themselves clean under the waterfall. After\nthey were done they prepared to return to Brendan's waiting party.  \n\"The others are probably wondering what's taking us so\nlong,\" Brendan mentioned, as he clambered atop his companion. \nSalamence threw its wings out and they took to the skies\nonce more.\nThe colours of a newly minted morning were slowly spreading\nacross the distant horizon and draining the last dregs of night away.    ","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/797848-first-flight-chapter-2.json"}