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Titus is dying, and a god is coming to take him.

That's the only explanation he can come up with, laying across the gunwales of the broad, flat-bottomed boat, watching the figure walk across the water towards him.

Tired eyes sweep across the boat - empty food sacks, bones of a fish, homespun clothes better suited for middle latitudes and less for the colder nights that roll across this part of the great water. And, of course, the water barrel. The empty water barrel, with the crack that had gone unnoticed just a few fingerwidths from the base until it had become very noticeable indeed.

There are a few dregs of water still in cracks and crevices, but the storm two days past had mixed salt with fresh and made it all useless. And so TItus is dying.

The god minces its way across the water's surface, stepping over little rollers as they glide past. It's not a big god, and it doesn't resemble the horrors that the elders and shamans talk about sometimes when they shout about sin and doom. It's around his height, if he could stand. Its body is the blue of calm water, speckled with the white of combers crashing over the reef and a purple mane that flows like the storm clouds sweeping across the sea on an angry day. Something that looks like horns grown together at the top stands above eyes that are both stern and curious at the same time.

It's too much for him. He stares at the god.

“Well?"

The god turns its gaze to him, sweeps over the boat, the empty landscape, the cloud-studded sky. A voice whispers across the man's mind. It's soft, gentle, a calming breeze with an edge of chill warning of coming cold days. “Well what?"

“Are you going to take me? I am dying, right?"

“It seems so." The god's two ribbon tails swirl around it, evoking thoughts of leaves in a spring zephyr. “Are you going to be very long about it?"

“Wha-?" Titus is taken aback by the question. “I - I don't know. Don't you?"

The tapered muzzle splits, mouth edges curving upwards. “Not at all. Tell me, why are you dying?"

Titus stares, waves an arm around at - well - everything. “My food is gone, my water is gone, and it's getting colder! I haven't seen land in days! That's why I'm dying! Why are you taunting me so?"

“I do not mean to. I have not had casual conversation with humans often. It is a new experience." The god pauses, cocking its head to one side in a manner that makes Titus think of the furry striped fire creatures that work with the farmers to the north of his home. “Tell me. Dying. Is it something that you want to do?"

“What? No! Of course not!" This god is proving to be a thorough disappointment. Mind you, Titus has never met a god, and it's not like he's spent a lot of time listening to the priests about how gods are supposed to behave. Maybe he missed that sermon. “I don't see there being a choice right now! There's no fresh water nearby, and without that I can't survive!"

The god looks up. Its tails swirl, brushing tiny drops of ocean water up in a broad arc, sparkling into the sky. Titus watches them disappear, then looks back at the creature walking next to him. It gives him that little smile again, and something splashes on the wooden bottom of the boat.

Titus stares at the little pockmark of wet. Another joins it. Then another. And then the heavens open and rain - warm, clean, crisp rain - falls as if it were the last rainfall the world would ever see. His bucket fills, to the crack, then past - the wadded cloth and wood shavings he jammed in to the hole are holding - as the deluge continues before ceasing as abruptly as it started.

The captured water is sweet on his tongue as he drinks small sips, to keep his stomach from rebelling. All the time, the god watches him.

“Are you still dying?" it asks, just a tiny hint of smirk carried in the words that appear in his mind.

“I - no, I think I'll live for a while." Titus sits back, dripping, and looks at the being. “Did you do that?"

“I have some abilities available to me," it admits. “I live with the wind and the water. They speak to me, and I speak back, and sometimes we agree on things to do."

“Then you are a god!"

That curious head tilt again. “What is a god?"

TItus scoffs. “A god is a being with great power, who looks down over the people and aids them, guides them through their lives."

“Oh, I see. Well." It ponders a moment. “I have great power, I suppose, but I certainly do not guide."

“That's a shame." Titus sighs and slumps back against the wooden seat. “I could certainly use a guide towards any kind of land nearby."

“There is."

“What?"

The god motions with a tail. “It is that direction. Follow, and I will show you where." The voice pauses. “I have shown great powers, and now I guide you - perhaps I am this 'god' of which you speak."

“Well," Titus says, pulling a paddle from beneath the seat, “if you show me to land, I will certainly worship you however you like. My name is Titus. Do you have a name?"

The god turns to him, and for the first time, speaks in its true voice. A soft call that echoes off the waves like a bell blown by an autumn breeze: “Suicune."

It almost feels to Titus as if the sea has simply picked his boat up and is carrying it along. Then again, it just might have. The god - Suicune - walks placidly alongside in the direction it had offered, its ribbon tails trailing behind.

He finds himself staring. Just a few minutes ago, he saw magic. Real magic. Rain called from the sky. He should be running away screaming, shouldn't he, instead of paddling casually next to this four-legged magical being?

“How did you come to be here?"

“Misadventure, mostly," Titus admits in response. “I was within sight of the coast, as usual, sailing north from my village - I'm still young and don't feel like settling in as a fisherman yet, so I explore. But a storm came up out of nowhere and caught me. I don't know how far from the coast I am, to be honest."

The god nods thoughtfully, and its voice brushes across his mind again. “It was that storm that called to me, I believe. Something strange occurred - possibly one of the Forces of Nature was angered and lashed out."

“Forces of Nature?"

“Three great beings who can use the elements more effectively than I." Suicune glances over Titus and his vessel. “You are lucky to have survived if it was Thundurus, though; his storms can be truly vicious."

Titus grimaces. “Oh, it was vicious. Trust me." He stops rowing for a moment to stretch his arms.

“Tell me. Do you use the wind to carry your boats, or only those?"

“I have a small sail, but there is no wind to fill it," Titus replies, motioning to the heap of woven fabric and poles furled in the back of the boat.

“Perhaps you should raise it."

Titus looks at the creature oddly, but complies. It's the work of a moment to haul the mast upright and tie the sail into place. Titus looks at Suicune. “There. It's ready."

“Good. This will be faster."

A stiff breeze nearly pushes Titus off his feet. The sail bellies out and catches, and the boat begins to skim neatly across the smooth water. Magic again - the wind isn't even kicking up ripples. Instead, Titus' boat leaves a heavy wake behind as it picks up speed. He clambers to his feet, grasps the lines and gives a gleeful shout that's blown away by the wind.

Suicune calls in return - “Cune!" and leaps from the water's surface into the air. Its mane billows, the ribbon tails flow out behind and the god flies a circle around Titus and his little craft. He waves.

He watches the sleek body shift to ride the wind, the tails twirl - and flushes as he notes a detail previously hidden: the god is female. The sailor averts his gaze, focusing instead on the horizon.

Soon, a bump mars the flat of the glassy sea, resolving into a green mass - trees, covering the curves of the island. A craggy ridge marks the high ground, and broken rock curves down to create a natural breakwater that Suicune leads the way towards. Behind it, a protected cove boasts a sandy beach and fresh water stream next to a flat meadow and forest spotted with berry trees.

The wind drops as Suicune lands on the beach ahead. She watches with interest as Titus rides the boat up onto the sand as far as it will go. He's not a small man, because you can't be when you're sailing solo, but pulling the boat above the tideline wears him out and he sits for a few moments.

Titus hauls his recalcitrant barrel out of the boat and rolls it up the beach. He breaks down the sail, unloads tools. Suicune watches, curious. Finally, the man pushes the two parts of the mast into holes bored along one side of the boat and with a grunt of effort flips it up and over to rest on the mast poles.The sail and rope make up sides of his makeshift lean-to, and a woven mat the floor.

Titus takes a breath. Suicune walks around the shelter nodding with approval. “Humans are quite adept, it seems!"

“Thank you. I'm glad you think so." Titus looks around. “I should harvest some berries, maybe see if I can find any edible roots, and work on a fire pit with rocks from the stream. Do you know what-"

“You," the god's voice cuts him off, “should duck."

“What?"

Titus looks up. There's a whirring sound that is getting louder, and a shape of green and red diving towards them.

He ducks.

Something crashes into the beach behind him, throwing sand. A shadow sweeps over him, a sharp cry echoing off the hillsides nearby. “Flyyyy!"

Suicune's blue form moves over to provide Titus shelter. “What was that?" he shouts.

“Flygon." She settles on her haunches, tails swirling. “I will watch for it to come back. Territorial Pokemon can often be reasoned with."

Titus stands up, dusting himself off. “Pokemon?"

“Yes. That was a Pokemon. A Flygon, which is a dragon with some features of bugs."

“Sorry. What's a Pokemon?"

Suicune tilts her head. “I am. That Flygon. Many of the fish in the oceans and streams. Creatures of the air and ground. We are creatures that share the world with you in many places and ways."

“I've never heard the word before." Titus kicks sand back into the hole the Flygon's attack left. “Are these creatures, Pokemon, like you? Able to communicate with humans in our minds, that sort of thing?"

“Some. Not all." Suicune shrugs elegantly. “Many are not yet awakened to their intelligence and capabilities. Others are. Do your people work with certain creatures?"

“My village, no. Nearby villages do, though." The man pauses, thinking. “You know, those little striped dog-things do seem to be able to understand commands very well and are quite independent."

“You are not alone in this world, Titus." Suicune's voice is warm and affectionate. “Humans have more company than they think."

He watches as the blue-and-white Pokemon shakes sand from her fur. “I will go and speak with the Flygon. It will come to me if I call. Continue with your own preparations."

Titus watches her ride the breeze across the green treetops. “Pokemon," he murmurs to himself, thoughtfully. Then he goes back to work. Berries will not harvest themselves.

Beyond the cove the sun begins to settle towards the horizon, and Titus sets one last armful of berries inside his shelter. There's a fire crackling in the pit dug out just above where sand turns to grass.

Suicune has not returned yet. The mariner wonders if she has gotten into trouble - not likely for a god. Or a Pokemon-god, or whatever she might truly be.

He looks to the sun. There's another hour or so of light; plenty of time to go up the stream a ways, see if he runs across his savior. Gathering some material to make a torch should he get caught in the dark, Titus strikes out exploring.

Not far upstream he hears a familiar call - “Sui! Suicune!" - from ahead. It doesn't sound urgent or pained, but Titus speeds up, just in case.

Ahead, a clearing opens where the stream has settled into a broad pool. Her body fairly glows in the late-day sunlight on the far side.

Before Titus leaves the cover of the trees, there's a whirr above. He freezes, ducks behind a thick trunk, and watches the Flygon swoop in to land in front of Suicune. It settles on its hind legs, and makes a grudging little bow, then its mouth moves. At this distance, Titus can't hear anything, but he can see Suicune respond, and the two Pokemon begin a conversation - a polite one.

A few minutes of back and forth ensue. Suicune is stoic throughout. The Flygon is more animated, its arms moving as it points around the island. Titus is amused to find some Pokemon are hand talkers. It's strangely humanizing.

Finally though, the two seem to reach an agreement. Suicune stands, her tail ribbons swirling as she prepares to leave, but pauses as the other Pokemon speaks again. Her expression changes - amusement, Titus thinks. The Flygon drops its head - embarrassment? - and starts to turn away. Suicune says something else that causes the green-and-red dragon to jolt, and this time she does turn.

But she doesn't leave. Instead, she lowers her chest, bending her sleek forelegs, and hikes her hindquarters. Titus - and the Flygon - stare. And then, to Titus' shock, the dragon-type mounts the god.

Titus watches, wide-eyed and caught between embarrassment and confusion, as the Flygon grasps Suicune around the hips and thrusts in quick, rough movements. It doesn't take long before Titus sees the green figure stiffen, press himself to that blue back, and buck hard. This time there's a quiet sound that rides across the pond - “Gon!" - and the dragon rests on top of Suicune.

Confused, Titus ducks away back downstream. His mind whirls. Suicune - he did not expect to see a creature like her offer herself up like that. Sex is sex, but she - virtually a god - offering herself up like that… it's crazy.

And arousing. He glares down at the bulge in his battered trousers. What was wrong with him, anyhow? Titus tries to clear his mind, shake it off, but before he knows it his erection is in his fist and he's leaning against a tree, stroking himself to the image of the two Pokemon thrusting against one another. It takes only a few moments and with a grunt he paints the bark with thick bursts of his seed.

Panting and confused, Titus tucks himself away and stumbles back to camp. He sits and stares at the fire as the sun fades away into the horizon. Eventually he sleeps. And dreams, of Pokemon and sex and Suicune and....

Morning light shocks Titus awake, and he bolts upright. Thankfully he's slept under the point of the shelter, so he doesn't knock himself out - it's a close thing though.

It takes a few minutes to remember where he is, and why. Still blue water and the chirp of unfamiliar creatures out in the growing dawn remind him that he's not lost on the ocean. Then he turns, and Suicune is there.

She has slipped in the other end of the shelter, curled into a blue-and-white donut with purple mane settled neatly. It's quite a cute scene.

Titus abruptly remembers what he had last seen her doing, and flushes - among other things. He scrambles out and starts his morning routine to distract himself. As he's encouraging the banked fire back to life, Suicune crawls carefully out of the shelter. “Good morning," her soft voice caresses across his mind.

“Ah - good morning," Titus stammers, nearly dropping some driftwood on his foot. “Whoops."

The sound the god makes sounds an awful lot like a chuckle. “Careful," she advises. “Did you sleep well?"

“Hard to sleep first night back on land," the man admits. “But well enough. Thank you."

“Of course." Suicune stretches languidly, kicking one hind foot out, then the other, and noses at Titus' pile of berries. “May I?"

“Yes, of course." He watches her select a greenish berry as he finishes raising the fire again. Suicune walks over, watching the flame. “I spoke with the Flygon. His name is Soars Over Warm Sands, and he was also blown here by an unexpected storm that swept across the desert he lived upon. In fact, he finished his journey on a piece of wood that washed up here."

“Wow. Quite a trip, I can't imagine there being too much desert this far north," Titus muses.

“Indeed. He's lucky to have survived. He said he has claimed the island as his territory, but I explained that you were no threat, and in fact that you two might find it beneficial to work together."

“What?" Titus looks up at the god. “How could we do that?"

“Well," Suicune says, “you are talented with your hands and ingenious with your creations." She motions towards his boat. “Sands is knowledgeable about the island and its creatures, and between the two of you it might be possible to explore the region for other islands. Perhaps you can even make your way back to your own land."

“Hmm." Titus gives that some thought. “I help him, he helps me. A partnership, of sorts. I like that idea."

Suicune smiles. “Good, good. He is quite amiable when you get to know him."

“Yes, I - uh…" Titus flushes. “Well, I saw you fly up the stream and walked up that way last night. It looked like you two got on … quite well."

The god tilts her head a moment, then laughs. “Oh, you saw us mating? Hah! Yes, he mentioned that there are other Pokemon here, but that they are quite small. He said it would be an honor to mate with a 'legendary' Pokemon like myself. I suppose he wanted to - what was the word you used - 'worship' me. Perhaps I'm a god to more than you!"

She was so matter-of-fact about it that Titus stared just a bit too long. Her eyes caught his, and narrowed slightly. “Oh, dear. Humans are not so free about their mating habits, are they? Have I offended?"

“No, no, not at all!" Titus stammers. “I, uh… it was a surprise, is all."

“Well, I apologize, then. It is-" She breaks off, and her nose turns up slightly. “There it is again."

“Huh?"

“A scent I caught walking back last night. Sharp, somewhat salty, thick." She sniffs the air a few more times, and her head swivels around directly at Titus. She moves forward a few paces.

Titus realizes two things at one time: he has grown aroused again talking about the last evening; and Suicune's gaze is locked directly onto that bulge at his waist.

He coughs. Suicune raises her head to catch his gaze again. “You are aroused, are you not?"

“I… yes? I'm sorry!"

Titus starts to turn away in shame. The tip of a ribbon tail curls up and cups his chin, the caress of a warm summer wind against his skin. It's the first time she's touched him, and it's electric. He pauses as she rises to face him.

“Why are you sorry?"

“I - because I shouldn't be aroused by a god, or a Pokemon, or whatever - it's disrespectful, at least, I don't know!"

Suicune tilts her head to one side, then smirks. “I do not find it disrespectful at all, Titus. In fact, I find it flattering. And - to be honest - intriguing. I have never been with a human before."

“Wh-what?" Titus stares.

Suicune returns that gaze with a little grin. “Would you like to worship me too?"

His expression gives away the answer. The Pokemon sees it in his face and a soft giggle tickles across his mind. Then the soft fur of her muzzle tickles across the man's bare chest, and he moans.

Blunt claws hook into his trousers and draw them down. His cock slaps up against his belly, hard as stone. Suicune regards it with curiosity. “Interesting. Thick. And such a pleasant scent."

Titus watches her investigate his erection. An un-godly impish look crosses her face as she looks back up. “I wonder how it tastes." And before he can respond, her muzzle opens - sharp teeth flashing - and she engulfs his length in one gulp.

“Oh! Oh… that…" He's lost for words. Her tongue is silk running along his sensitive flesh, flowing across his tip. Her eyes are warm looking up, a smile flitting across the sleek muzzle wrapped around his length.

“I can't often take a male fully in my mouth. This is quite fun." Her mental voice is smug. “Don't you think so?"

Titus tries to answer, but can't. He grasps her tall horn for balance and rocks his hips into the warm wetness of Suicune's muzzle, savoring the sensations for the first time. The god moans around his cock, an incredibly arousing sound, and her mouth bobs. It's intoxicating, distracting, enough so that the orgasm catches him entirely off guard.

He manages to gasp “Oh! I'm-" before his muscles contract and the first eruption of cum bursts deep into Suicune's mouth. Her eyes widen, but she clamps down, tongue whisking each spurt of thick cream away, collecting it and, as he runs down, meeting his gaze before quite deliberately swallowing several times.

Titus starts stammering an apology, but she cuts him off by taking his cock deep once again, her tongue curling around it and rippling. Her voice is pleased inside his head. “I'm glad you enjoyed that so much," she practically purrs. “But we are not finished."

When she's sure he is still well aroused, the Pokemon draws back and settles onto her haunches, licking her lips. Titus watches, curious.

“You are an explorer, yes? Well, perhaps you would like to explore me." Suicune stretches out, presenting her belly to his gaze, then slowly lets her hind legs part.

Titus' gaze is drawn inexorably down. His previous glimpses of her sex were at a distance. He kneels between her hind legs and runs his hands along the inside of her thighs to get a better look. Blue fur dwindles and puffy dark flesh rises around a discrete slit. It's exotic, but familiar at the same time. Titus brings a hand down to cup the mound, and the god moans softly. “Cune…" she vocalizes.

She's warm and soft and most importantly quite wet, aroused by her dalliance with a human. Titus slips a finger inside, then a second, spreading that slickness within, stroking and exploring until he finds a firm nub that causes her to buck her hips into his touch. “Oh - there, just there," sounds in his mind, and he obliges, rubbing more firmly as more fluid spreads against his hand.

Suicune arches her back, grinding against his palm, and gives a low impressive growl as her body clenches around the fingers buried in her sex, pulsing hard. It's quite the sight for Titus, who has made a few women react like this. It's never been quite this unique, though.

As the Pokemon settles back down Titus lets his fingers slide free, well slickened. He grasps one of those canine legs and raises it, pushes the tip of his erection against those wet folds. Suicune's eyes snap open and turn to him. He gives her a questioning look and gets a smirk and small nod in return.

She's hot and slick, and takes his cock to the root in one slow push. Titus groans. The Pokemon's pussy is roomy but comfortable - and then she deliberately squeezes around him and it's even better. He grins breathlessly at Suicune, who reaches up to run a paw along his chest, then over his shoulder, and pulls him down to where her pink tongue can brush his cheek with affection. “Mate me, Titus. Hard."

“Yeah."

The man starts pounding into Suicune's big body, levering her hindquarters up with his grip on her legs, grinding his full length in and out with each stroke. She rocks her hips in return, meeting him with each stroke. The Pokemon is panting just as hard as he is, and the soft growls and barks she's giving off are exotic and damn arousing.

Then her tails get into the game. One curls under his hips and starts caressing his balls, playing with the base of his shaft as he rocks into her. The other swirls around and down her front. Titus watches it as it burrows into her folds. Suicune gasps and tenses. He slams his hips over and over against her, wanting to drive her to a peak again, savoring the feel of her fur against him.

Finally she bucks again, grasping his length and milking it as she cums. It's too much for Titus, and he stuffs himself fully inside before blasting a huge load into her, pulse after pulse filling the Pokemon's channel. Suicune wraps her legs and tails around him, drawing him into a warm embrace, as they fade into afterglow.

Titus eventually raises his head, to find Suicune looking at him with a smile. “I hope that's enough worship for the day, because I suspect I'm worshiped out."

That soft tongue brushes over his nose playfully. “Your god approves. But reserves the right to request more worship at a later time."

“Religion is hard."

It's nearing midday, the filtered sun reaching its peak behind clouds that promise rain later in the day, as Suicune and Titus near the top of the island. The top of the mountain is broken rock jutting out of the forest. Not a difficult climb, but Titus still takes care - it wouldn't do to sprain an ankle here - and the results are spectacular. He can see the whole island. There's another good cove on the far side, a few grassy meadows, another stream. It's quite idyllic.

Even more interesting, though, are the dark bumps on the horizon. And the figure waiting for them.

The Flygon - Soars Over Warm Sands - gives them both a polite nod. Suicune bows slightly. Titus does too, more deeply, and he's pleased to see the big green-and-red dragon twitch in surprise at the mark of respect.

“Titus, this is Sands. Sands, Titus. I am glad that both of you have decided you can try to work together while on this island." Suicune's tails swirl, and her mane flows in the breeze blowing across the island. “I have my own business to attend to, however, and so I must leave you to work this out on your own."

Sands nods, as if her decision was expected. Titus is a little more surprised by this announcement. “Will you come back?"

“If I can. Being a spirit of the wind and waves can take me many places." Suicune flashes the mariner a grin. “But I will try. After all, we gods do appreciate being worshipped."

Titus flushes. Sands flicks a wing and chuckles in amusement. Titus flushes more.

Suicune steps up and gives the man a nuzzle along the neck. “I am glad you are safe. Be a good friend to Sands, and he will do the same."

Titus watches her nuzzle the Flygon as well, then she faces into the wind, braces, and leaps. The breeze catches her, and Suicune is gone - a blue speck dwindling into the distance.

The two figures on the mountaintop look at one another. Titus is not quite as tall as the Flygon, and Sands' eyes are difficult to read, encased as they are in their red bulbous lenses. Even so, he steps up and offers a hand. “Thank you for letting me stay on your island."

Sands looks at the hand, then back up. “Fly?"

“It's a human thing. We shake hands for various reasons - to greet one another sometimes, to offer our thanks, and to seal agreements."

The Pokemon thinks for a moment, then carefully takes Titus' hand in one large - hand? Paw? It's cool, tiny scales smooth against his skin. They shake. Titus smiles. “I'm an explorer, and I don't know if you've noticed but there's some good exploring around here. Have you flown to the other islands out there?"

Sands looks out at the water around them, towards the dark bumps in the distance, and shakes his head. “Gon flygon." Using succinct gestures, he explains that the islands are too far to fly in one go. Titus gets it on the first try.

“So you can't fly that far. Well, how about this: I have a boat. We can sail towards one, then you can fly there and I can join you if there's anything interesting. Maybe we can even get back to the mainland that way."

Sands thinks about this for a moment, looking hard at the human, then says “Gon!" and smiles with enthusiasm.

Titus returns the smile. Human and Pokemon, working together for the benefit of both - this, he thinks, could catch on.

“Come on, let's go get some lunch."

“Flygon!"