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A Drago-night to Remember

by Lurker16

Dragonite nudged Ben forward with his gut, from a gravel path to the greenery surrounding the lake. The hike had been treacherous, but he urged him onwards hand-in-paw, even going so far as to hoist him atop his belly when terrain became impassable for a human. This was something he wanted Ben to see - no, to experience. For the chubby Dragonite to huff and puff through untrodden paths and unlit caverns instead of flying, Ben knew this must be important. Dragonite even went to the trouble of acquiring two lunch boxes from the Pokémart in Blackthorn City, presenting them to him in the middle of their ascension as a surprise.

Finally, though, it seemed like they had arrived. Dragonite stood to the side, revealing the world beyond. Ben's eyes widened.

The sun hung low in the air like a decoration, balanced atop the distant spire of Goldenrod Radio Tower as if it had always been there, as part of Dragonite's plan. On either side, the horizon beamed as far as Ben could see, from the closest edge of New Bark Town to the lighthouse of Olivine City. Every forest, every city, every island: they glowed beneath the sky in a display of twinkles and shimmers.

Every landmark was a victory, and every victory marked by the shine of light. He thought back to each conquest and milestone they had achieved together, and in return each location was near-blinding in their collective illumination. Above them all and above the sunset lay an orange-purple expanse, insulated by a layer of cloud like a glass screen to the universe beyond. Far in the distance flickered constellations that took the shape of dragon wings and tails, telling folk tales of adventure and triumph.

"It's beautiful," Ben said, immediately breaking into a sob. Truly, it was. It was overwhelming. Dragonite had done all this, arranged and timed this whole day, just for him.

In response, Dragonite churred and grinned, casting his head toward the sky and spreading his wings. With a few beats of his wing-span, the grass and reeds beside the lake bent and flattened, clearing a path to its edge.

The lake was stunning. Other than the new pathway, its wide body was surrounded by a halo of growth. Grass and flowers wove between one another in a tangle of greens and pinks and purples. Ben recognised a number of hawthorn trees. Such a tranquil home had allowed them to grow to a phenomenal size; they bulged upwards and outwards in a floral explosion, white petals angled in all directions to expose their yellowish innards to the nature around them. Snapdragon flowers cast their magenta and orange heads towards the centre of the lake, only ever pointing inwards, never outwards.

"Thank you," Ben said. Dragonite winked at him, pulling him in for a hug. Ben sunk into Dragonite's underbelly. He shuddered in its warmth. He tried to reach his arms around him to return the embrace, but the dragon's belly was too big to even reach around his sides. Ever since evolving, Dragonite grew to be over seven feet tall, standing above Ben's brown-haired head been by at least a foot and a half. He was tall, but more than that, he was thick, the scales of his body straining to contain over nine-hundred pounds of mass: more than double an average Dragonite's weight. Ben smiled into his tummy-folds, just managing to get his hands under the Dragonite's arms and deepen their contact.

They held one another on the mountain-side, connected in a way that seemed to transcend the world around them. Words of further gratitude eluded Ben, so he settled for moaning into Dragonite's gut. Dragonite nuzzled into his neck, squeezing him hard enough to lift him off his feet. A rumble came from Dragonite's chest; It was a slower, tender, version of the Pokémon's cry.

Ben closed his eyes and surrendered himself to the rush of camaraderie enthralling his mind. They had never simply been Pokémon and trainer. There was always something more to it than that: something deeper, more primal and intimate than Ben could ever describe - ever since the beginning.

---

"It's very difficult for a trainer to begin their journey near Blackthorn City," his teacher said after questioning in class some years ago. "The Pokémon in the grass and water are as wild as our Gym Leader, and she's known to be especially hard on anyone trying to win her badge. In fact, there's even been rumours going around that she has extra tests in place to make things even harder. That's why most trainers challenge her last, out of all the other Gym Leaders, and why so few trainers in the city are originally from here. That, and we're half-way up a mountain."

Sure enough, Claire was an upstart, shooting down his dreams before he even had the chance to have them. "Go ahead and try," she said after he waltzed in to the Gym, "But where will you get your Pokémon from? And how will you get to Violet or even Cherrygrove City?" They were basic questions, spoken with honesty rather then cruelty, but ones Ben had failed to consider as a child. There were no Pokémon professors in the city, nor Pokémon weak enough to capture on his own. He ran, emotions reeling at the world for being so unfair and at himself for being so thoughtless.

Months passed, then years, and his dream simmered in the back of his mind. Other interests, such as cooking and baking, took a more active role in his life. He considered shelving his ambitions until the future, when it would be more practical to become a Pokémon trainer.

That thought held heavy on his shoulders on the day he met the Move Deleter. The Move Deleter was an older man, with a white shirt and smiling eyes. Ben knocked on the door of his thatch-roofed home, offering to sell him the triple-chocolate cookies he was peddling that day.

"I don't think you want to sell me those, Boy," the Move Deleter said, shaking his head. If Ben was being honest, he was right - if anything, he wanted to _eat_them. Still, he felt like he was missing the point.

"What do you mean?" Ben said, the twang of his half-broken voice furthering the question.

The Move Deleter's beard was short. It was as much brown as it was grey. He stroked it as he spoke. "I think you're forgetting something. Mhm. Every day, I help Pokémon forget their moves. The clue is in my name. And while I can't do the opposite, I would like to tell you that this city has a place known as the Dragon's Den, behind the Gym, where some elders live. I've had people tell me that if a person with a pure heart stands beside the gym and shouts across to the man at its entrance, they might be able to talk with them."

Ben was confused: he had seen the man and heard the stories, so why now was a lump of hope rising in his neck? He choked it back, shaken by how loudly he gulped down the air.

"Now, I can't say for sure," the Move Deleter continued, "But it's possible the elders can grant a special person a Pokémon, like they've done with Clair and her cousin, Lance. He's a bit older than you, but he's a Pokémon trainer as well. If you explain how you feel and answer their questions, maybe they'll see the look in your eyes that I saw in his."

Ben opened his mouth. His lips moved and his tongue quivered, but the only sound that exited was the croak of his blubbering. The ambitions he once held condensed in his mind like rain in a cloud. They trickled through his memories. They leaked from his tear-ducts. He rubbed the tears from his eyes, gasping for air and words that were too heavy to think and even heavier to say.

He snivelled before the Move Deleter. "Really?" he said, just barely.

"Really. And bring the cookies, too. Those can't hurt."

Ben brought the cookies and shouted to the man outside the cave. They surfed across atop a Poliwrath, before guiding him over. Inside the Dragon's Den was a building, its height enveloped in wooden details and a dark slate roof. When Ben tried to see how high it went, the darkness of the cavern above swallowed it up. It looked like it could have been from one of his old school textbooks.

The elders asked a lot of questions about what it meant to be a good Pokémon trainer, and about why he wanted to pursue his goal. He answered as best as he could, telling them the story of what his teacher had told him, as well as Clair and the Move Deleter, offering cookies to any trainers they walked past.

Hours elapsed. Ben's stomach groaned. He eyed the last box he brought with him. Within it sat the final cookie.

For some time, he stood in silence with one of the elders. Every now and then his stomach would gurgle and splutter. Cramps shook his abdomen.

He needed to save the last cookie. What if he met someone else who wanted one? What if they were the person who could give him a Pokémon? He would do anything. He would starve, if he had to. To avoid looking at the cookie and to keep it out of reach, he placed the box at his feet.

The wait was agonising, both mentally and physically. The elder he was with continued saying nothing, only moving to adjust their posture in their chair. After a time that easily could have been another hour, Ben heard shuffling at his feet.

It was the cookie box. Somehow, in the midst of inaction, it had flipped upside down. He nudged it with a foot.

The box nudged back. Ben froze. Was he imagining things now, too?

For a length of time, he forgot to breathe. The box remained still. In the quiet of the elder's chamber, a sound echoed.

Crunch. Crunch. Crunch.

Ben exhaled. Was the sound his own heartbeat, pounding in his ears?

Crunch. Crunch.

He breathed again. No. It had to be something else.

Crunch.

It came from below. Briefly, he thought it may have been the floorboards - they were old, after all. No, he thought to himself, it has to be the box.

The elder rose to their feet, causing Ben to jump. They smiled, nodding to themselves. With patience, they hunched over, almost becoming lost in the length of their own robes before lifting the box.

Beneath it, munching on the last cookie, was the fattest Dratini Ben had ever seen. Its body puffed out to either side like an elongated marshmallow. Its belly, well above normal sized for any Dratini, was smooth and plump. The white lower half and blue upper half of its body met and hugged along its sides like a whip of ice-cream. Its mouth, which should have been the same colour as its underbelly, was caked in crumbs and chocolate. It tilted its head at Ben. As it did so, its grey eyes glistened, as if to beg for more food.

"So," the elder said, "What will you call him?"

Ben exploded with joy. He lifted the Dratini straight off the ground and bundled him into a hug, squishing his face into its head. It was gentle to touch, its bulky exterior pouring over the edges of his fingers like a cushion. It chirruped and preened, holding its face onto Ben's lips. Somewhere around the scales of its head was a mouth that licked and nibbled, tickling him hard enough to force free giggles. "Ah, C-Cookie!" he said, "Oh my, aha, god, please, stop, hahaha. Cookie!" In response, Cookie tilted his head and angled his fin-shaped ears toward him, before coiling his tail around his arms and crying out happily. Ben cried out just as loud.

---

"You're the best, Cookie," Ben said to the Dragonite. His voice was raw. Cookie's snout rubbed against his nose in a show of affection.

They stood by the edge of the lake now. Its surface was still. Rather than the blue waters Ben enjoyed in Cianwood and Olivine City, this was almost transparent, with an emerald hue at its centre. Dotted around its inner edge were the colours of detached flower-heads and petals, most likely swept away by the wind before residing on the lake.

Ben saw a scurry of Surkits dance across the water's surface tension some distance away. Further along, a pair of Poliwag blew bubbles at one another. Underwater were a few Magikarp, doing Magikarp things. He doubted they would cause him or Cookie any trouble; if anything, their presence only added to the peaceful aura enveloping him. Plus, if any Pokémon did try and disturb them, Cookie would blast them sky high with a hyper beam. He grinned. Cookie always made him feel so safe.

The surrounding Pokémon scattered. Cookie launched himself into the air, spinning and waving at Ben mid somersault, before cannon-balling into the water with a splash. After the initial drop, a back-splash spiked up into the air, drenching Ben's t-shirt and coat in a Cookie-sized tsunami. The ripples of his entrance rocked the water all the way across to the other side, a hundred metres or so away.

"No, no, no!" Ben said, but he was already soaked. "God damn it. Okay, I take it back. You're the worst."

Cookie's head resurfaced, eyes furrowed. He grumbled.

"I'm_kidding_!" Ben said, sighing. He shook his head. "What am I going to do with you?"

Cookie smirked. He was always so coy. Using his legs to swim further from land, he pointed a claw at Ben's chest.

"You want _me_to swim? But I don't have any trunks."

With a nod, Cookie pointed again.

Ben huffed. "You already got me wet. You did this on purpose, didn't you?"

It was barely perceivable, but Ben could have sworn he heard him chuckle. Cookie circled back towards him, dipping under the surface so that his antennae stayed above water like a Sharpedo's dorsal fin. He could be as menacing as a Sharpedo, Ben gave him that.

He unzipped his coat, which was red with a white Pokéball design on it, and laid it on the grass. With both arms, he managed to get his black t-shirt off with some struggle. The water made it stick to the curves of his body. Next were his shoes. Unlike most trainers, Ben never wore a belt with Pokéballs on it. There was no need: he had all he could ever want and need from a partner in Cookie. Pokéballs were expensive, anyway, and doubly expensive was feeding a Dragonite who weighed more than a Wailord.

He blushed, thumbs hesitating around his waistband. Why was he so embarrassed? Cookie had seen him naked before - they had even bathed together when Cookie was a Dratini and Dragonair. This should be no big deal. Except it was. It felt... different.

Ben closed his eyes. Just do it, you idiot, he thought. With a minute of preparation, he dropped his trousers and underwear. Cookie called out encouragingly, paddling backwards with loud splashes. Droplets of water sprayed over Ben's body. Air brushed over him.

With a shiver, his nipples hardened. He opened his eyes. Cookie looked him over and smiled. Exposed to the world was the rod between Ben's legs, its five inches twitching and leaking without so much as a touch.

Cookie eyed it. His expression was hard to read. It made Ben feel uncomfortable, so he covered his privates with his hands as best as he could and jumped into the water.

"Cold," he said underwater. He coughed, shuddering as he resurfaced. "Cold, cold, oh m-" his head ducked down again. The temperature of the water ceased his muscles. He looked up to the sky through the surface of the water. Adrenaline rocketed through his body. _Cold,_he thought, bubbles spluttering from his mouth and going straight up his nostrils. _Cold..._His throat burned and his chest ached. He opened his mouth, reflexively trying to pull in a breath.

Hands were on his back - no: paws. With three claws atop them. They wrapped around his back and tugged him upwards before his diaphragm could pull in any water. Ben's ears were ringing as air hit his face. His lungs rattled as he coughed and coughed. The paws were around his middle, holding him more gently now. He held on to the figure beside him, unable to wrap his fingers around them, but anchoring his entire body upon their front.

"Rurr?" Cookie said, panic shooting his cry up an octave.

Ben coughed again, and breathed. He breathed once more. He was fine. "I'm fine. Thank you." He felt Cookie's arms relax, though they still held him close. Ben snickered, bumping his forehead onto Cookie's chest. "This is all your fault, you know."

Cookie scoffed, loosening his arms enough that Ben started to slide down in the water.

"Wait, wait, wait, I'm kidding! I'm kidding. I'm just kidding, please, haha." He knew Cookie was kidding too.

Those arms brought him back again, and he found his own hands tracing Cookie's face. It was rare to see him like this: eye-to-eye. There was always something in the way, like height, or Cookie's tummy. Cookie's eyes were dark, with an ashen colour to them, although they always looked soft to Ben. His breath smelled sweet, of the Mago Berries they had eaten as part of their lunch. His mouth was rounded, with a firmness below the surface that could only have been lips.

Ben's tongue slid inside Cookie's maw. It was warm and wet. It traced around inside him, over gums and an enormous, slick tongue. There were no teeth. Cookie's tongue pulled back, unsurprised at the intrusion, before entering Ben. The tips of their tongues collided and probed. Ben opened his mouth as wide as he could manage, which for Cookie was just enough to fit the entire width and length of his tongue inside. It washed around inside Ben to taste every crevice, every depth. Without a second thought, it pushed along his cheeks until it neared his throat, massaging his soft palate and uvula.

Ben had never felt so full. He had never felt so whole. Below them, his cock throbbed, angled at what he thought was Cookie's belly button. Cookie continued ravaging his mouth in a kiss that left him breathless. It was only when he felt the heat of Cookie's package extend along the underside of his own did he realise that Dragonites do not have belly buttons. Instead, Ben's length rubbed beside and inside the slit where Cookie's genitals had remained dormant all this time. A cloaca, he thought it was called. Cookie growled.

Dizziness spun around Ben's mind, just as Cookie's tongue spun around his mouth. Was this really happening? The Dragonite's cock propped against his balls now, pulsating with enough power to make Ben go weak. Cookie's tongue retreated as Ben suckled on it, whimpering for more.

They pulled back, holding one another. Cookie looked to Ben's amber eyes. His short hair had darkened as it slicked back.

This was really happening. Ben rubbed his palms down Cookie's body, water making them glide to their destination. He stopped, looking to Cookie for a sign, or permission, or something, that it was okay to continue. Cookie gripped the entirety of Ben's shaft. He teased it roughly. Ben moaned, paralysed by pleasure. After a number of strokes he wrapped his fingers around Cookie's length. As he squeezed it, he imagined how it would look compared to his own. Cookie's package was eight inches - no, seven? With some curves or barbs and a pointed tip. His paunch made it hard to tell. Too much of it was hidden beneath fat.

Ben wanted it. He did not know why. All his life he had stressed about finding a girlfriend who would not only click with himself, but with Cookie as well. Would they treat Cookie right? Would Cookie like them? What if they didn't? The thoughts plagued him at night and took hold of his mind during the day. Still, Cookie was always there: reassuring him. Praising him, in his own way. He could never feel lonely with such a beautiful Dragonite by his side.

Beautiful, he repeated to himself mentally. Why that word? Why was he okay with being so... close to his Pokémon? Why had _he_initiated the kiss? Ben thought back to the magazines he had read from time to time in the past, about women and their naked bodies. He enjoyed them back then. He was straight. Wasn't he? His heart hammered in his chest as he thought of the dragon cock in his hand. He was entranced by the magnificence of Cookie.

Cookie released Ben's cock. Ben flushed as the reality of his situation hit home. Their lengths slid against one another. Still, Ben did not move away. He pulled himself in closer, holding on tighter. For a while, they frotted together, listening to the sound of their panting and the slosh of water.

Paws cupped Ben's balls, before rising all the way to his shoulders. They moved to hold Ben's head steady. At some point, they started stroking through his hair, sorting strands that stuck to his forehead by slicking them backwards with the rest. Cookie pressed downwards on the top of his head. Ben understood.

He had never performed oral sex before, on a male or a female, never mind a Pokémon. He was entirely virgin. Was he about to lose his virginity to a dude? A dude Pokémon? The thought struck him as odd, but then looked directly at the dick underwater and his fears washed away.

Cookie held him below. With such a large form, he had no problem supporting the additional weight of Ben clutching onto his thighs for balance. The water made it easy for Cookie to monitor his body language and pull him back up if he needed air.

As soon as he was in reach, Ben sealed his lips over the cock-head. A flood of flavour took hold of his taste-buds, hitting a sweet-spot between sweet and bitter that made him salivate. It was delicious. He needed more.

Two inches became four, four stuffed his mouth as it became eight, and his eyes widened and he gagged as eight became ten. His tongue slurped over Cookie's shaft, moans of pleasure escaping Ben as bubbles of air. It was too much to take, but at the same time he needed it all. He needed to do it. For himself. For Cookie.

He swallowed down mouthfuls of pre-cum, brain awash with an addiction he never knew he had. Cookie was girthy, and Ben struggled to take him all. A tingling sensation shot around his body like static. His chest convulsed as it filled with carbon dioxide.

No. He had to go further. He was almost there.

The barbs were firm but pleasant as they descended Ben's throat. Actually, they felt great. Ben sucked and licked every last millimetre of length. His nose pressed against Cookie's cloaca and the fatty tissue surrounding it. Just as he thought, the curves gave way to expose another half inch for him to devour.

Ten and a half inches. He took it all, somehow. Above, half muted by the water, he heard a Dragonite's cry. It was deep and long and brought him back to reality. He gagged. His legs kicked. His lungs emptied the unbreathable air they harboured.

There was a whoosh and the cock retreated. His head breached the surface of the water. He breathed again, grateful that the lake's air was so fresh. How long had he been down there for? More importantly, he had just sucked his Dragonite's dick. He felt nauseous. The mouthfuls of pre-seed inside his gut felt wrong.

I'm straight,_he said in his mind's ear, _I'm-

-Cookie pulled him close again, dipping his tongue inside his mouth to sample his own taste. Ben groaned. While he savoured the intrusion, Cookie hoisted him upwards so that Ben's buttocks straddled his length. One prick of the shaft against his entrance was all it took for him to raise his legs and expose his hole.

I'm... I'm...

"I'm yours." The words left his mouth before they crossed his mind. His vision blurred.

The first inch of Cookie's cock stung as it opened him. It was narrow and hot, jettisoning plumes of spunk so viscous that they floated to the surface. As it lodged inside, the pre-cum gushed inside his anus. It mixed with the lake water to churn inside him, relaxing his muscles and making way for further inches of meat.

Ben sung out as the walls of his ass absorbed the formula. His hole, once pink and tight, parted to triple its diameter. The surrounding skin darkened.

He was half-way down Cookie's cock. The further he sunk, the wider it became. Six inches. Seven inches. Cookie started to thrust backwards with each forward motion, dragging the barbs of flesh against the lining of his innards for stimulation. If Ben was a chick he would be impregnated, without doubt. His entrance throbbed at the thought.

The seed in his gut and rump weighed heavy inside him. Actually, his whole body felt heavy. He was queasy.

Cookie's paws were around his back now, holding him in place while his strength was sapped. Eight inches. Nine inches. Ben's legs rested against Cookie's chest at a ninety degree angle. This was outright fucking.

Ben looked up at the sky and heaved in stimulation. The sun had almost set. Beneath it, his skin greyed. The pupils of his eyes expanded. Around them, his amber irises spread until they covered the whites of his eyes. They continued deforming until amber became red and the red bent outwards into a convex lens. The domes over his black eyes swelled until they covered his cheekbones. His eyelids retreated.

Ben looked back at the sky. It was no longer just orange-purple. He saw violets and magentas and yellows and reds and blacks with blues in-between. Constellations appeared where there had once been vacuum. Planets. Solar systems. The galaxy. When he raised his head to look to the face of his Dragonite - of his lover- he could see each scale trace along his body. Every muscle in Cookie's face was taut in a micro-expression of love and lust.

Cookie observed the changes while pumping him with fluid. The fat around Cookie's chest held tighter to his body than Ben remembered. With his new vision, he saw ridges of muscle pulling across his front horizontally with every buck. Ten inches. Ten and a half. Ben's abdomen bulged outwards, stretching under the volume.

His stomach grew. He felt as though he had just eaten the most filling meal of his lifetime. His stomach grew, again.

Something was not right. His chin and jaw rounded out before flattening. At the same time, his nose collapsed into itself. It smoothed and receded until it was nothing more than two slits on the front of a snout. His mouth was a circle on its underside. He felt his eyebrows give way to more sensitive hairs. They quivered and thickened, sprouting between his eyes and moulding the centre of his face until it was wider than it was long. The fibres connected to one another and joined with his slicked-back hair. With every passing thrust his antennae travelled backwards, forming two thin yet wide strands. They looked like blades of grass. Their colour warped from brown to a darker version of the lake's green. Starting from his head and travelling downwards, his entire complexion became a shade of paler green.

His stomach was _still_expanding. Ben's eyes rolled in the back of his head, though they were on the sides of his face now. A tyre of fat buoyed him higher in the water, half the size of the one sported by Cookie. Although, now that he thought about it, Cookie's belly seemed smaller than before. The blob of fat that used to wobble on his front now flexed and pulled inwards. In the middle of it was the unmistakable definition of abs.

What? How? When?

He reached towards Cookie's chest to feel for himself, but his arms tired halfway there. His elbows ceased. Fear shook his body as he realized that his biceps and forearms had shortened and thinned. He was pathetic. The fear dropped to his gut, before wobbling and becoming consumed by the paste of Dragonite seed. His outermost fingers fused with their adjacent ones, fat rolling down to nourish their communion. Only three fingers remained on each hand, with the middle one thickening to match the size of the others. Their fingernails whitened and overcame their fingertips, like claws.

Each time a new worry or body part developed, another wave of pleasure would ride inside him. Cookie smirked, flexing his pecs. Eleven inches. Twelve inches. How was that even possible? Just minutes ago, Ben had sealed his lips had around the base of his cock and it was nowhere near this big. Hnnf. But boy, did it feel amazing to be hilted on such a massive length.

He felt harder than he had ever been before. He wondered if he was bigger, too. As his neck elongated and his shoulders drowned in blubber, Ben checked his privates.

What... the...

He could barely see past his gut, but what he did see was horrifying. His cock was... smaller. A lot smaller. And so sensitive, too. Each time Cookie struck his prostate Ben's dick would convulse, spurting out a kiddy-sized portion of pre-cum. His five inch cock was a mere three inches. Fat bundled around his crotch, more than it ever had before, to conceal a portion of his shaft. It looked red and bumpy and like a dick nobody could be proud of. He almost cried.

Cookie's cock-head smashed his pleasure centre. Ben did cry. In ecstasy.

He watched, on the brink of orgasm, as his three inches shrivelled and narrowed. His cock dwindled to two inches before him, becoming so thin it would no longer be worth measuring. Cookie ploughed his ass deeper. Thirteen inches. Fourteen inches. Ben thought his hole was going to explode. He thought his belly was going to explode. Then, his thighs exploded in size, saturated with a substance that left him heavy and tired. He struggled to breathe. He was obese.

As his thighs grew, everything below the knee shrunk. His kneecaps, if he could even call them that any more, darkened to be the same colour as his antennae. They continued to inflate. His feet became encased in a white substance that reminded him of lard. It hardened over his toes. He tried to wiggle them. There was nothing. No sensation. The lard sloshed around inside its shell while Cookie nailed him. After enough thrusts, the sloshing stopped.

Fifteen inches. Fifteen inches of sex burrowed into Ben like a drill horn. He could no longer see his own cock over the mound of flab that was his belly. He did not even know if he still had one. Any semblance of foreskin or length was gone. Cookie snickered, pressing a finger over the three millimetre "cock" that stuck out between Ben's immobile legs. Ben moaned, each shout deepening his voice until it was distorted beyond human.

I'm-mghh-never gonna be able to have kids, he thought. Nobody's g-gnngh gonna want me, and even if they do, my... stupid bab-grnngh-y dick wouldn't even fit insi-ghh-de. His cock was barely the size of even one of Cookie's barbs, and even those were probably huge now. He whimpered to himself. Ghh. I'm so... Grnngh. Dragonite's so... Grnn-ghh. Sex-grhh-y. Grgh. Hrrgh can protecghh. Mghh.

Something still did not make sense. The remains of Ben's cock looked like a barb, but a blunt cock stuffed him now. There was less roughness than before. Less barb. Cookie stroked one of Ben's chins of fat, even though his jaw was entirely absent. He slid his cock out and in of his love. It was smooth, with the same colour as his underbelly. It packed a length of foreskin that could make a Lickitung flinch. It arced upwards. It was perfectly humanoid.

Cookie's heart beat with passion. Ben's heart slugged. For Cookie, this was the only way to be Ben's lover. To think that he would become like this: a morbidly obese mess who would rely on him for even the smallest tasks, went beyond his expectations. A Flygon made the perfect form for his ex-trainer.

Cookie cried out with thunder in his voice. Somewhere in the mountain range, lightning struck. It was night.

Flygon begged Cookie with his eyes. Cookie smiled at his new Pokémon, rocking inside him to ease him into his new form. He felt invigorated. He felt energised. He felt like he could make love forever. A pair of testes swung against Flygon's ass, heavy with the need to shoot semen. They were much better than internal sexual organs, Cookie thought. He slammed them against Flygon's entrance. Mmm. A definite improvement.

He frowned as he noticed a lump below Flygon's pecker. It was barely noticeable within the fat he wore, but the testicles were there nonetheless. Cookie pressed them with one claw, pushing them inwards. Flygon came, a puny drop of liquid, as they sunk beneath his skin. The spot disappeared. Maybe the nuts dissolved, or something. It was of no importance. He was not going to be using them any time soon - or ever.

Cookie fussed over Flygon with his paws, jiggling his sides. He made use of his new form by lifting folds of fat that would otherwise be impossible to handle. Ah, there they were. He pulled a set of wings from somewhere between the third and fourth folds. They squelched free, drenched in perspiration. Musk followed. Cookie rammed him harder.

Normally, a Flygon's wings would be large and aerodynamic, with a crimson edge. These were limp and dim. Still, Ben was _his_Flygon, and he loved him to no end.

Beneath the water, Flygon sported a similarly sorry tail. Its green stripes were withered and the fanned tip crushed. It reminded Cookie of a Tepig tail.

"Grrugh... Grnngh. Greeghh," Flygon said. His voice had a robotic quality to it. Very Flygon.

_There, there,_Cookie thought. _It'll all be over soon, my sweet. Don't worry. I'll be your trainer, now._He was always intelligent, but a new command of language advanced in his mind. Grammar, analogies, imagery: their complexity was trifling. Baking recipes. Everything was clear now. All he had to do was secure their future together.

He gripped Flygon's hips. With power, he kissed him. Flygon writhed as another drip of orgasm shot from his cock.

Cookie humped, and thrust, and fucked, and dominated. He roared. The entirety of his cock pummelled Flygon's rear-end.

As he was claimed, Flygon remembered something about a cookie. He was hungry. He needed to be filled by his trainer. He came again, two-millimetre dick pulsing at mast. Before orgasm subsided he thought about how he would never be able to experience release again without the touch of Master - without his cock buried inside him. He came another time.

The enormity of Cookie's bollocks pulled taut. Orgasm struck before he even unloaded. Litres of semen poured from seminal vesicles towards his rod, before shooting into Flygon's hole. The batter forced its way from his rectum upwards. Spray after spray roped inside, providing more calories and nutrients than a Flygon could handle in a lifetime.

"Greegh!" Flygon screamed.

His ass filled, overflowed, spilled, filled and overflowed again. A mess of spunk pooled around them like oil. But Cookie was not done. With endurance and virility beyond belief, he was not stopping. The thrusts accelerated. Flygon called out as release shook him once again. He cherished the position of fat bitch. He relished the stroke of Master's cock against his prostate.

Pokémon and trainer held one another, gazing into the other's eyes. They bathed in indigo light, cast by the moon shining above them. They made love.

The first afterglow of many radiated between them. It throbbed from the recesses of Cookie's muscles to travel up his body like an earthquake. Beneath him, Flygon shook. Freshly formed nerves and synapses jolted into place. They overrode the old. Pleasure fired through every neuron before frazzling in climax.

Their bond was complete. For hours, they swam entwined, arm to arm. Cock to hole. Heart to heart.

"I... love... you..." Cookie said. He spoke slowly but intensely.

"Grehh gnnf grregh," Flygon said.

Cookie would nurture his Pokémon for all of eternity. Nothing could make Flygon happier. His cry was slurred and lost in bliss, but Cookie understood what it meant: Flygon loved him too.