# First Flight - Chapter #3.5 (Special)

Author: FBtH
Tags: Adult, Bestiality, Brendan, Character Development, Dragon, Human, Intercrural, Kissing, M/M, Male, Oral, Pokephilia, Salamence, Trainer, pokemon

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.    

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