A Really Big No-No
It's weird how things can work when they really shouldn't. I'm aware of a phenomenon called "Macro March," which I'm sure needs no particular elaboration. I personally have never really had any interest in macro stuff, it doesn't hold any significant appeal for me. Another thing that holds little appeal for me is Pokémon Sword/Shield, which I've not played because I've not really seen much to draw me in. A theme in these games is Dynamaxing, which is flashy bootleg mega evolution + Z moves + time limit, which will be all but forgotten in a few years because TPC/Game Freak have lately been more interested in the next gimmick than building a cohesive experience. As you can guess, I'm pretty nonplussed about it. I mean, I didn't play the previous gens for Mega Evolution or Z moves, they were just part of an experience that I was interested in, so Dynamax wasn't going to change anything even if it had been more interesting.
Yet, here I am, writing a Dynamax-themed smut quickie for Macro March. My muse apparently enjoys throwing me curveballs sometimes. Also, a rare first-person perspective story - I've been experimenting with that a little bit.
OBLIGATORY CONTENT WARNING: This story contains sexual acts between two males, rough sex, exhibitionism/public sex, technically non-consensual sex, macro, and profoundly embarrassing losses of control.
Have you ever Dynamaxed? I have. Maybe that's a weird question to ask - you might not even be a creature who CAN Dynamax. Which I guess could be pretty disappointing if you knew what you were missing. But we can't all experience everything in life...I'm sure there's plenty of things a Treecko like me can't experience that you can.
My name's Leif, and I'm pretty normal. I have a trainer named Sven, and we get along famously. He has a rival, Patton, who he's known for a long time. They're pretty friendly rivals, I guess, but they're pretty competitive and they like to win. That tends to be a bit tricky for me, because Patton's starter was a Charmander he named Rhost. It probably won't surprise you to learn that I don't do very well against him most of the time. Usually Sven has other Pokémon fighting him when they do official-type battles. But they like to pit us one-on-one against each other unofficially. I don't mind that, because I like fighting against Rhost, it's a struggle but it's really satisfying on those rare cases I come out on top. And they are RARE, to be sure...Rhost is hardly a pushover. I would say we're rivals, too, though usually friendly...more or less. Pokémon friendly is a bit more aggressive than human friendly.
Anyway, we were invited to do an exhibition battle that involved Dynamax. I'd never Dynamaxed before, and of course I wanted to try it out - why wouldn't I? So naturally, it was going to be me against Rhost. I guess that put me at a disadvantage again, but I didn't care, we were just there to show off basically. There wasn't really any build-up to it, we went it, got sent out for battle, and then Sven and Patton had us Dynamax. And that's when things actually got interesting.
Dynamaxing is...wild. You know, of course we get a lot bigger, but it's what you can't see that's even more dramatic. See, there's a whole mess of energy that's shunted into your body when you Dynamax, and the rush...well, it's like nothing I could compare to. I mean, trying to describe it to someone who can't do it is pretty difficult. I guess it's like you drink a whole bunch of energy drinks and get so amped up you can't sleep or something? That doesn't really do it justice, though, the sheer power you feel is something you don't get from energy drinks. I felt incredibly powerful, like I could break down buildings...heck, I was big enough to, at that. Apparently growing that big requires a lot of extra muscle so I got a bit buffer overall...still pretty lean if you looked at me from afar, apparently, but you could see more of it up close.
Bigger and stronger, sounds really good, right? But there's a bit more to it than that. As much as anything else, I felt almost like my emotions were going out of control. All that rush of everything that changed my body and charged me up made it so much harder to keep myself in check. It's hard to explain exactly why, I guess there's just something about Dynamaxing and the amount of energy that gets pumped into us that makes things a bit crazy in our heads. Or something like that, I don't really know how it works, all I know is that I felt like everything I felt was five times stronger. And I'm pretty sure the same went for Rhost, the way his eyes were glittering as they looked at me, he was se amped up it looked like he might explode at any moment.
I had to admit, Rhost looked pretty impressive overall, not just with thot fierce look in his eyes. Just like me, he had bulked up a bit, though it seemed like not quite as much as I had. He was giving off a harsh heat, though, that suggested that he'd gotten just the same energy boost I had...oddly, I didn't really mind the heat so much, usually it was tough to handle when we were in our normal forms but this one felt kinda nice. It felt like it was going to be a really good battle.
On the mark of our trainers, we cut loose. It was basically the last thing we paid attention to that wasn't each other...we sort of really got lost in the rush of everything. The first thing that became clear was that speed wasn't going to be the name of the game, our usual selves were pretty light and quick but this upsizing slowed us down - to me it felt like I was sort of moving in water or a light syrup. And speed was always my thing, I was faster and Rhost was more powerful, so I thought that meant things weren't going to go well for me. But when our first strikes collided, I could feel that impact...our speed difference was lower, but so was our power difference. It was probably as close to a level playing field as we'd ever get.
But not COMPLETELY level...he still had the type advantage. And after a few swings, he backed off and let loose with a Max Flare, and there was no way I was going to be quick enough to dodge it - not that it mattered, the attack was too large and intense to get around anyway. Even that direct hit...oh, I FELT it, you'd better believe it scorched like a motherfucker, I felt like my entire body was going to light up. At the same time, though, I didn't feel like it wiped me out at all, it almost felt like I shrugged off the blast despite my body's reaction. On some level I knew that taking more of those was going to go badly, but it didn't quite penetrate all the way through that rush.
Of course, I had to counter with my own flashy Max Overgrowth. It wasn't going to have quite the same effect, but that never stopped me from pelting Rhost with Bullet Seeds when we sparred - there was just something satisfying about it. And there was definitely something satisfying about launching that powerful Grass-type attack at him, the huge seeds slamming into him and then sprouting around him to throw him around. Even if I could tell it didn't faze him much, it just looked so awesome.
After that we went back to trading more physical blows, trying to stoke up the energy to use our special salvoes again. I pressed the attack and didn't let him get distance - it would be a lot easier for him to blast me with flames again if I was farther away. So I worked on grabbing him, trying to push him down so I could land a few choice hits. His claws swiped at me, making it harder to do, but I kept at it, giving him a couple shots to the mouth so he didn't get any funny ideas. But my plan started to backfire on me when he grabbed ME, and started pushing me back, trying to wrestle me to the ground instead. The difference between us was smaller, but not gone, as I quickly found out! He was shoving against me and threatening to take me down, and I had to brace myself and try to push back just to keep from being overwhelmed. The heat of his body pressed against mine, making me sweat and riling me up further...Rhost seemed almost mad, the way he was grinning, he was totally engaged in this and nothing else, there was no world outside the two of us.
That's the sort of time that things happen, you know? When you're so wound up that nothing else is there except everything you feel and see and touch. I don't think either of us were entirely ready for it, but once it started there was no stopping it. It was our bodies grinding together that broke the floodgates, that fierce heat rubbing against my slit and sending a rush of arousal through me, arousal that latched on to that chaotic swirl of energy in me and cycled itself to ferocious levels. And though I don't know exactly what was going on in Rhost's head, I'm pretty sure he was quickly making that contact more deliberately - it sure as hell felt like it.
Naturally, we were responding the way you'd expect us to respond when getting into that kind of stuff. It wasn't long before we weren't rubbing slits anymore, on account of our dicks sort of getting in the way of that...but I don't think either of us minded, I sure didn't, because that was WAY better. Feeling that hot length stroking against my most sensitive flesh, leaving scalding pre over the surface...look, I can't help it, I'm a Grass-type, we're hypersensitive to heat. That means both the good and bad, it was a little painful, but it was that type of painful that made all the pleasure even better, you know what I mean? And there was tons of pleasure, so...yeah.
It was really too much for me, and it wasn't long before I found myself teetering and then crashing backwards, with the weight of Rhost coming down on me. He felt a lot heavier relative to me, I guess when you're bigger all that hot gas doesn't lighten you up as much, and so he was pinning me pretty effectively under him, his hands down on my shoulders and one foot tamped onto my thigh. I wasn't really struggling, I didn't want to get him away and deprive myself of that wonderful heat on my cock...and honestly, it felt good to be pinned and dominated by him, too. Like, I've never really HAD a submissive feeling before, but...I dunno, it felt like he'd earned this or something, or maybe the rush was just making the natural advantage stand out more in my mind. Regardless of what it was, I know I was relishing that display of power. And I definitely wanted more.
Rhost obviously did, too. Because more was what he gave. Keeping me pinned, he dragged his cock down along my groin, one last rub against my own shaft and the tip trailing down my taint towards my ass, then poking into it just the slightest bit. I don't know how much I was moaning, I don't really remember in the midst of it all, but it had to be a lot, because that shit felt good like you can't even imagine. It was aggressive, yet also teasing, turning me on more with how much I wanted it and how much I was enjoying submitting to him. I know I was squirming because he was making more effort to hold me, though that wasn't me trying to escape, I just couldn't stay still.
When he thrust in...well, remember how I said it felt like we were moving in water or syrup? That didn't change just because we were in this position, his thrusts were powerful and forceful but also slowed down, so I felt everything for so much longer than...well, I guess I normally would, I couldn't really compare it to 'normal' because I hadn't actually had normal yet. But what I presume normal would be, I guess. There was so much power behind it, it was breaking my rear end open at a languid pace but there was absolutely no way I was resisting it. That definitely got more than a moan out of me, for sure, especially because at the same time he was pushing into me his body was rubbing against my own dick...it wasn't quite as starkly hot as his shaft or precum, but it was more than hot enough to feel fucking amazing.
I suppose it goes without saying that we were making a HUGE mess. Guess when your cocks and balls are super-sized, so is your output...my sticky precum was hissing madly and letting off a ton of sweet-smelling steam as it was drying and clinging between our bodies, and his blazing pre was squirting and leaking out of my hole pretty quickly, even if it felt like he was wedged in tight as possible inside me. The burn it left inside me made his cock feel even hotter, whenever it plunged it, amplifying the pleasure so much more...the pain a little, too, but not to the same level, so it only helped make things better and better.
And that was before everything else...males have their sensitive spots inside, most people are familiar with that, but Grass-types like me, we have a few more. And they're sensitive to one thing in particular: temperature extremes. Super hot, or super cold, either one turns our crank like nothing else. So when a Fire-type is fucking you relentlessly, it's even better than other type advantages, because they're raking against those sensitive spots so perfectly, it's like ten bumps of the prostate all at once. But...well, maybe Arceus was trying to hint something, but my most sensitive spot inside? It's a spot where a Charmander, when he hilts in, his tip smacks into it PERFECTLY. He literally can't miss it, and the tip of a Charmander's cock is the hottest part, so...yeah, I would have been begging for it if I'd been able to beg for anything, but I'm sure the noises I was making were more than enough to tell him how much I loved it.
Rhost was pounding me harder, I don't think he could really get any faster than he was going, but it sure felt like he was putting everything into reaming me. I could feel his cock throbbing madly inside me...maybe it was his first time too, it felt like we were going off so quickly, but I couldn't hold back much, it just felt too damn good. I was throbbing, too, and more pre was gushing out than was being evaporated, making it at least a little wet between our bodies, though us Grass-types are naturally kind of sticky so it wasn't really making us slide around much better. We didn't need the help, though, Rhost's sheer power was enough, and it just made the friction between our bodies better, and I swear that made the heat feel stronger. The temperature around us had to be twice what it was in the rest of the air, which I'm sure was just making my head swim more and my body respond all the better to the fucking I was getting.
And then, just when I thought it couldn't get better...that's when Rhost lunged down and clamped his fangs down onto my shoulder. Not super hard, not hard enough to pierce, but definitely hard enough that I felt the blazing fangs like a lightning bolt, sending another radiant wave of pleasure through my body that mixed with all the others...and that was it, I couldn't take it anymore, I don't know how loud I was but I could swear I felt things shake as I announced my orgasm, bucking up against Rhost as I let loose a huge deluge of sticky, syrupy whiteness into the space between our bodies, and some of it splattering out from between us to the sides. And it only got better when Rhost joined me, his cock spewing his glorious lava into my innards...remember that hot spot that I told you about? Every shot launched off right into that spot first before flowing elsewhere, so I got a mind-battering dose of pleasure from each gush of volcanic semen that invaded me, making good and sure that my orgasm lasted at least as long as his did. That moment...there's not a single moment in my life that I could compare favorably, nothing else has ever been like those seconds of raw, utter bliss with nothing else around, not even the ability to think clearly. I could have stayed that way for all of time.
Of course, that wasn't going to happen. The total haze of sexual bliss did fade away...probably faster than it felt like, I think I got so wrapped up that I lost track of time entirely. But it was always going to be on a time limit - Dynamax doesn't last forever. And As I came down from the high of orgasm, I was coming down literally as well - my body was receding back to its normal size, as was Rhost's. I don't know whether it was planned or just a happy coincidence, but we basically returned to normal size at the same rate, so we didn't really have to adjust at all to the change. Which was especially good because I couldn't imagine wanting to be separated so quickly from the Charmander that had brought me such rapture.
At first, anyway. But it's funny how quickly things can change when you get a hold of yourself again. Once that energy was gone, everything calmed down to literally nothing. I felt exhausted, but supremely satisfied. My head was a lot clearer, my focus was no longer so laser-focused on Rhost, I could process the rest of the world again...and that's when I became painfully aware of the fact that we had just rut like massive animals in front of hundreds, maybe thousands of onlookers in the stadium crowd.
I'm not sure how hard I blushed, but it sure FELT like all the blood in my body went to my face as I registered the shocked looks and scandalized murmurs of the audience. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Sven, mortified and hiding his face; I couldn't see Patton, but I figured he had to be the same. The referee had the most awkward look on his face, I wondered if he'd been trying to stop us and we just never heard him. All around us were the mountains of evidence of our coupling, including rather sizable splashes of Grass-type and Fire-type cum to our sides and tail ends respectively, some of which had hit the stadium walls, thankfully avoiding contact with any of the actual onlookers. With my senses returning to me, and the reality of what had happened bearing down, it went from a rush of all emotions to just one, such intense embarrassment I didn't even think it was possible.
Rhost was steaming above me, which meant he was feeling very much the same way. "Ah...I...uh...I guess...uhm...we got...a...a little...carried away?"
Right then that felt like the understatement of the century.
I guess it could have been a lot worse, in the end. At the very least, I was thinking at that moment that it would be a whole lot worse than it ended up being.
Thankfully, our trainers didn't get in trouble over this. What happened...well, it was certainly not what the league would consider appropriate, but it wasn't against the law or anything. Pokémon weren't held to the same standards as humans, and public screwing like that wasn't going to be put on them. Sven gave me a very firm talking-to, which I couldn't really say no to, but after I explained my side he understood that it wasn't really something I had been intending to happen.
I had to give much the same story to the league official...well, it was a fair bit harder than talking to my trainer, I'll tell you that much. He didn't really give us trouble in the end...I guess we're far from the first Pokémon to get frisky on the battlefield. But we WERE the first to do so in Dynamax, and from what I heard they made some changes to the energy they used for making that happen to try to reduce the chances of lust being caught up in that. Or they said they did, I can't say whether it worked, Sven and I agreed that we probably didn't want to try that again for a while, and I'm pretty sure Patton was saying the same thing.
Rhost and I got off pretty easy, I guess. We did get a PDIB flag on our records. "Public Display of Indecent Behavior," basically any Pokémon that does anything sexual or something in view of people who aren't really expecting it. It doesn't really affect much, though, all it means is that we'll get extra scrutiny any time we compete in league events to make sure we don't have a repeat of that. I don't think I will, definitely not without going through Dynamax again, I'm probably going to feel a bit self-conscious in front of a crowd for a long time and I imagine that's an effective boner-killer. I definitely prefer privacy when it comes to those things, that's for sure.
So things have settled down, we're going to stay away from public events for a while. Sven and Patton have gotten to the point where they're able to laugh about it, and goodness knows they're going to tease us until the end of time over it, but they're our trainers and they're kind of obligated to. And I'd rather it be a funny memory than an awful one...maybe I'll get there myself at some point, not quite there yet I don't think, but maybe it'll just take time.
Anyway, I have to go. I, uh, want to have some...one-on-one time with Rhost. You know, for practice.